Port Hope High School - Blue and White Yearbook (Port Hope, Ontario Canada)

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when they overthrew Capitalism, but only in exchange for a second and heavier set under Marxist domination. Marxism is an evil which threatens the freedom of our nation at this very moment and it is, as such, an evil which we as free cit¬ izens must abolish. This strange, and still not so strange, ism is posing a serious menace to our future freedom, our families and even world peace. Despite its many facets and complicated theories, Communism is not difficult to comprehend. The Party leaders intend to conquer the world and all their plans are blue-printed towards this objective. We must see Communism as it really is to-day, a treat to humanity and to each individual. Marxism is a false religion. In the past twenty years a concerted effort has been made by the Communists to turn time back to an age of barbaric cruelty and despotism, all in the name of progress . In this ’’faith , evil is represented as good, terror as justice, hate as love, and obedience to a foreign master as pat¬ riotism, There is no God, matter is the basic reality. It is far more than a mere economic, political, social or philosophical doctrine. It is a way of life, a false materialistic religion. Under communist domination man would lose his belief in God, his liberty, his trust in justice, mercy and love. Everyone in a Communist State is a slave. What are the aims of Marxism? The primary objective is to create a man who will be an instrument of the State, a tool in the hands of a few Communist bosses. Under Communism the individual is completely subordinate to the State. A true Communist has to feel it is his duty to owe everything to the State and in return he will receive - absolutely nothing. Beneath the yoke of this rigid system of discipline, the indivifual is subjected to a restraint which impose s upon him uniformity and ensures the supreme power of the State. Nikita S.Kruschev, leader of Soviet Russia, reveals his own hypocrisy to us when he asserts the fact that the Soviets have no aggressive intentions and then turns around to say that they are Leninists and are for peaceful co-operation; but he is only attempting to get the free world to relax and then, when the time is ripe, the Communists will launch their attack and finally chant their funeral dirge over the free world. However, Communism is not as strong as we believe it to be. Never in a free election have the Communists won over an entire nation, and if it will achieve their purposes the Party leaders will resort to unlimited bloodshed. The Party members firmly believe that it is their destiny to conquer the world. Unless the responsible citizens of the free world do something to prevent this conquest, they will. It will not be because Communism is stronger than we are, not because it offers a better way of life, but because we may recognize too late who the Comm¬ unists are, what they are doing, and what is necessary for the ultimate defeat of Marxism. With its false principles the Communist Party is deceiving thousands of its own members. However, if we see the true nature of Communism its spread may be effectively cut off. The world’s intellectuals must see that here is the deadliest enemy of intellectualism and 1 ib e r a 1 i s m . Then they must dedicate themselves willingly to the death of this enemy just as have the Party members to their cause. When the responsible people become aware of the evils before them in the Marx- istDoctrines they will unite to wipe out this monster of corruption which to-day is a serious and very real threat to the freedome of the entire world as well as to the freedom of every man, woman, and child. Citizens of the world, unite, you have your freedom to gain! Lynne Kerr 61

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Bob was thinking how lucky he had been to secure such an impressive office for such a reasonable rent. Yes sir, he-what was that? Someone had just entered the outer office. His first client. Hastily Bob grabbed and scattered the contents of his briefcase all over his desk. Then he picked up the phone and started to give what he considered to be impressive legal advice to the imaginary person on the other end of the line. When his client entered, Bob signalled him to wait and continued his conversation. At length he replaced the receiver and spun around in his chair. With his arms folded on his desk and a smug smile on his face he said M What can I do for you?” ’’Nothing, ” the man replied, but I may be able to help you. I am from the Northern Telephone Company and I came to hook up your phone. ’’ John Fowler Grade 9 AN EXCITING ENCOUNTER It was Hallowe ' en, the most horrid time of the year. It was evening. The day had been fine, and now a tinge of frost lent a zest to the autumn air. The sun shot blood-red streaks across the sky as three friends and I chatted together in the roadway and plotted a long-anticipated revenge on mean Mr. Smith, a stern old- timer who lived down the road from me. As all the clocks struck ten, four shadows silently entered Mr. Smith ' s barn. A wagon load of wheat was in there ready to be taken to town next morning to be sold. We plotted for a moment and started unloading the wagon. We untied the bags of wheat and emptied it all over the floor of the barn. Mr. Smith and his family were in bed sleeping, but strange noises coming from the direction of the barn and an occasional growl from the dog had awakened Mr. Smith. Curious, he decided to investigate. Hurriedly slipping into his trou¬ sers and a coat, he crept silently, with a shotgun in one hand, and a lantern in the other, to the barn. Finding a crack through which he could catch a glimpse of what he supposed might be thieves, he saw us at work. We all chuckled as the last bag was emptied. Our job had been completed, so we sat down and rested and laughed over our prank. But just then the barn door creaked on its rusty hinges; we rose to see the stern eyes of mean Farmer Smith glaring at us. Our first impulse was to run, but the farmer could distin¬ gui sh our identities in the lantern light and then too, he had a gun. Silently he approached us. Well, he said, you young scampers have worked hard tonight, but your work isn ' t completed yet. He told us to bag all the wheat and put it back on the wagon. It was about one A.M. when we finished putting the wheat on the wagon. I had never been so tired in all my life. After that night my friends and I never did anything bad, and I never will. Margaret Byers. ESSAYS Grade 13 RESTORATION AND PRESERVATION Workers of the w o r 1 d , unite, you have n o th i n g to lose but your chains ! What an inspiration these words, written by Karl Marx, must have been to thou¬ sands of oppressed people. Yet these very words, the keys to Communism, have deceived thousands. True, the workers of the world may have lost their chains 60

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Grade 12 BOTH SIDES CAN BE RIGHT But what good is your money doing you in the bank collecting dust? The prosperous looking speaker, loudly clad in a Miami tan and shorts, punctuated his words by sucking on a short cigar and guzzling from a beer can in his right hand. From the other side of the backyard fence a slight little man, dressed shabb¬ ily in gardening clothes, answered violently, n It ! s earning three and three quar¬ ters percent. As he spoke, he showed his vexation at having his financial wisdom questioned by waving the green trowel clenched in his fist. So it can sit and collect more interest instead of being used for your enjoy¬ ment, was the irate reply. Like you, I suppose , the little man snapped, eyeing the lounge chair where his plump friend had just been basking beside an expensive pool. And what ' s wrong with my standard of living ? The beer can slammed out an exclamation mark on the top of the fencepost. I have luxurie s and live well while you toil away making as much as I do but having nothing but ' money in the bank 1 and a struggling garden of some sort to weed. For your i nf o r m a t i o n , it ' s a rare species of Upper-Slobovian flowering Spear-cactus. As for what ' s wrong with your way of living - lack of security - that ! s what ' s wrong! Where would you be if a crisis suddenly arose? You ' d be done! Broke! Bankrupt! Hounded by creditors crying for their ' dollar a month ' on that swanky furniture of yours and everything else you own on the installment plan! By now, both men were almost at each other ' s throats and as the now beet faced fat fellow tried to reply, he swallowed half of his fifty-cent Havana in in¬ dignation. So what! he shouted, finishing the job on his cigar. So what if you ' re set for an emergency which will never occur. You could die tomorrow and never get a chance to use your dough. Nothing is going to happen to me so I ' m using my money ! A green trowel caught him neatly by the right ear and smeared the rest of its way across his face. He slashed out widly with his beer can but completely blinded by blood and gore, came only within a few inches of bashing his pal ' s skull down to his belt. However, trying to escape the blows, the frail gardener lost his bal¬ ance and fell back squarely on the spear of his precious Inner-Slobovian cactus, leaving his trowel deeply imbedded in his stumbling neighbour on the other side of the fence. A loud splash and shout brought help running as the extravagant spender tripped over his lounge and wandered into his own lavish swimming pool. It was as they both had said: the cactus grower never did enjoy his money unless he appreciated fancy funerals, and the sun-basker spent the rest of his life paying for the hospital bills and court defence. John Chislett Grade 11 DREAMS Dreams are fascinating things. They say they only last for a matter of min¬ utes, yet at the time they seem to last all night. For instance, just the other night I went to bed and quickly drifted into a deep slumber. Within a matter of minutes I was off to dreamland and saw before me an im¬ age of myself, in a desert. Why I was there I don ' t know, but anyway, as I looked around I saw a large animal staring directly at me, with large bulging eyes, and long horns. One look at this and I soon left, only to run into a swamp, full of cro- 62