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

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Grade 9 THE CANADIAN The annual carnage on our waterways is about to go into its lethal high gear. A certain number of live anglers will, during the ideal boating weather, become dead anglers. They will manage this transition with the horrible help of those persistent m u r d e r e r s , the careless boatmen. All anglers know these boatmen well. Some anglers must be counted in their ranks. They are the boating boobs who take the magnificent equipment, now available and turn them into deadly missiles. They do it by reckless speeding in congested areas. They do it by thoughtless manoeuvering around other boats and particularly around smaller ones. They do it by steadfastly refusing to learn or to obey the rules of our water¬ ways by which safety and orderliness may be maintained afloat. They do it by overloading their own craft and thus sacrificing their passengers to a carelessness that all too often ends fatally. I hope that just one of these water-borne wahoos will be shocked into sanity, and into learning something about sensible boating, before setting out this season. Here is a little story of how some of us, this season, could end our fishing and our lives. This story happened on one of our major inland waterways. To identify the location precisely would be simply to give some careless boatmen an excuse for saying, But it can ' t happen here . Be assured it can happen anywhere. A torn boat was towed ashore after a tragically familiar sequence. It was moving ex¬ tremely fast near other, slower traffic. Suddenly it went into a sickeningly sharp turn. As it careened about it struck another craft. Three bodies were picked up near the wreckage. A fourth body was found an hour later, floating in the path of other pleasure boats a half-mile down stream. Not a pretty picture is it? A shocking one, in fact. But, if remembered by the right people, it could lead to a far happier picture on our waterways in the tomorrows to come. Larry Moore POETRY Grade 10 WINTER WONDERLAND Icicles like swords, snow deep and white, Remind us all of a glorious night, A glorious night for frolic and folly, Making heart and soul feel jolly. Sledding, skiing, tobogganing too. O, what happiness it can bring to you! White fluffy snow, wondrous and grand, All in all making, a winter wonderland. Wendy Baskey 64

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codiles and large snakes. I turned back and ran in the direction from which I had already come, hoping the ugly monster had left. After walking for what seemed miles I saw an odd-looking object. On closer observation I discovered it to be a hut, obviously a place in which some sort of human must live. All too soon I found out, for out stepped a curly haired little fellow about three feet high with a bone in the top of his head. Evi¬ dently he had met with people like me before because he ushered me off until soon we were greeted by about thirty savages. They tied me securely and placed me in a sitting position so that I could watch them. It was quite a sight, to see a bunch of little men, running in all directions, chattering back and forth in their weird and unfamilar language. About five of the little men brushed past me carrying a large pot which looked a great deal like a stewing pot. Then a few more men would come and drop some small things iniit. After each trip to the pot they would look at me in a sly sort of way. I was able to smile back for a while, only later did I learn of their lack of food and that I was the victim of their next mean. ’THEY WERE CANNIBALS’. Suddenly there came forth a loud noise which to them was supposed to be music. This was the beginning of a great feast, which had been declared. The feast in itself was a joyous affair, yet I could not help but think of the future as far as I was concerned. All at once a little man pulled me to my feet and hauled me over to the stewing pot. This was it - the end, I thought. Simultaneous¬ ly the singing halted and the drums became silent. Slowly the chief approached me and turned me around with a jerk. Behind my back I could hear a whisper of low voices. Suddenly I felt a sharp knife at my wrist. Without realizing it at first, the strings which had bounded my wrists so tightly, were cut. I WAS FREE. When I turned around I saw a group of smiling faces who had spared my life . I didn’t bother to find out why of anything but joyfully proceeded to start home. Without notice I awoke and found myself still smiling and turned over ready to fall asleep and await another dream. Carol Thompson Grade 10 DIAMONDS Diamonds are what most women want and what most men cannot afford. Diamonds are the world ' s most valued precious stones. They are a very un¬ usual substance. While all other gems are composed of numerous elements, the diamond is composed only of carbon. It is the hardest substance known; therefore it is of great importance for industrial uses. The diamond can only be cut and polished by another diamond. It can however be split or chipped by a blow in the direction of the grain. Fine diamond gems are clear; most diamonds , however, are a grayish or yellowish, which is full of black carbon and other inclusions. These are set aside to use for industrial purposes only. The white diamond is most common. Those with bluish tinges are rare. There are many shades of yellow from straw yellow to deep orange. Blue, pink, red, and green diamonds are also found. Such stones are most rare. Rough diamonds look like pebbles of many shapes and sizes, but the characteristic shape is that of eight sides like two pyramids with their bases stuck together which is an octachedron. Diamonds are not beautiful until cut, but they have a higher index of refraction than any other gem; that is diamonds have a greater power to bend light rays. Literally a properly cut diamond is a light trap. The light is bent toward the centre of the diamond and reflects back through the top and the rays are broken into all colours of the rainbow. Since the diamond is the hardest substance in the world, it can be polished to such a luster that it reflects more light from the surface than any other gem. The combination of these qualities gives it a brilliant appearance. Jean Coupland 63

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IF Grade 11 If everyone who drives a car would lie a month in bed With broken bones and stitched-up wounds or fractures of the head, And there endure the agonies that many people do, They ' d never need preach safety anymore to me or you. If everyone could stand beside the bed of a close friend, And hear the doctor say No hope” before that fatal end, And see him there unconscious, never knowing what took place, The laws and rules of traffic I am sure we ' d soon embrace. And last. If he who takes the wheel would say a little prayer. And keep in mind those in the car depend upon his care, And make a vow and pledge himself to never take a chance The great crusade for safety then would suddenly advance. Gwen Yeo Grade 9 THE MOON I am the glowing guardian of the night, The shepherd of a billion, scattered stars. My lonely beacon, ever burning bright, Remains unchanged through endless strife and war, Under my soft and intangible rays, At evening in some solitude confined, An exhausted soul my tranquilness will praise, I ' m the age old remedy for his weary mind. I have an air of peaceful fascination, Yet, I am known in every tongue and creed In every nation ' s alphabet formation, As most mysterious body in the firmanent. Although my beauty is not oft surpassed, It is short lived, for when the morning breaks I meekly view the glory of the rising sun, Then, as the shadow of a dying candle. . .fade. Richard Schoon Grade 13 ALONE I stood alone, The stars Their midnight vigil kept, The moon, Her everlasting cycle, And at my feet The waters leapt ashore. Darkness enveloped me And still I stood alone. The dawn Began to creep, The sun to shine, Now daylight filled the world. I turned, Disappeared, And still, I was alone. Lynne Kerr 65