Port Perry High School - Hilltop Yearbook (Port Perry, Ontario Canada)

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Bricks of Horses I Catherine Hewitt I Third rrize Tricky horses can eiuner be amusing or harmful. Let us take the few who have bgan taught some simple tricks. For rxample, take the horse who has been taught to shake hands with you. It is a darling trick, his master tells you, and insists you shake hands with him. To be friendly you walk over and before you have time to bend over, he swiftly lifts his hoof and knocks you in the chin or bruises your skin. To cover up your anger you sweetly smile and softly say, suffer little horses to come unto me . Then there is the kind which has learned to say yes by nodding it's head up and down. Never walk up to him and stand close to his head because you will be pushed so h'rd you will pronably fall. Of course his master stands back, laughing and boasting how clever his horse is, while it is all you can do to keep a smile on your bruised face. - v . . , The other type of horse lrreilly love to talk about. You decide to go riding and on going towirds the barn, you see the horse you wish to ride. He is quiet-looking and that is what you w nt. after you chase him for an hour he decides to walk to. the barn. You now lift the saddle toihis back vnu as you bend down to do up the girth, he gently nips you. Trying once more, you finally succeed. how you are putting the bridlsaon, but he keeps throwing his head into the air. You finally catch him unawares and have his he d into the contraption when he lifts you off your feet by throwing his head up. at last he is re dy and you lead him out and prepare mount. He quickly sidesteps, throwing you off balance. to help you but the saddle slips did not realize that he would bloat. and because you are not too sure of him you walk awhile only to find that he is the stubborn type. All you-need to do is give him a dig.with your heels. Before you know it you are off and walking down the road calling to him softly. So once again you.are on your way when a harmless butterfly flutters by.. Yes, you guessed it, off again. Going on down the road you meet a car, but by the horse's carryingfon ybugwould think it was a monster. Then when you least expect it,'he stops, puts down his head and begins grazing. You really lock cute hauling his head up. ' e , Here comes someone erfund because you You are finally on Well, you have had enough of his nonsense,'so you would think you were on a race- ran home. After having lost your turn for home. You horse by the way he J hat ruined your hairdo and broken all your nails you there is one thine abbut ridingeyou 7 arrive home. fell, certainly get exercise in walking. U l' y ' O

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v x A Da' l should Like to live Over Again Peter Oarswell Second Prize fi -I I sat leaning on one elbow in bed, l sounds of Northern Ontario. lnside the c gentle swish of.a caressing breeze as it of a grand old fir tree outside my window. would move and block off the dancing rays red-faced sun. The sun of that northerns wonderful in the summer time. It was lik morning with its beaming representatives mirror in rainbow colours. WAh this is istening to the awakening ottage all was quiet save the playfully rattled the needles Now and then a tree branch of a slowly rising. lazy. land of Ontario is always so e'a welcoming committee every dancing from the corner of my the lifein I thought as I rolled over getting ready for another hour's snooze: Crash went the door! Tramp, tramp we over to my bed. Jhack went a paddle on m went a very loud voice. Wwe T looked up and through half looming over my bed. 'He was jack sweater pulled out overg shinen. he said as once more missing me by inches. Nl am remembered almost in the same breathhthat go on a small canoe trip. Well, hurrfyll pack at me. I quickly dressed and we we the bright sunlight. The day was just as beautiful asiit room and so we were soon paddling in our reached our portagelin three,quarter5LQf crossing of canoe and baggage within the should have sleep filled unsl ven and a pain pf wo the'paddle h upV..l shout vu 4. nt the clod of heavy feet ' y amidships. fCome on Peteu, been on our way two hours ago eyes saw a large persdn ' warmly dressed in a lumber ' 11H.dw1aa1?ae.s,f fi. lEeiSs. wad' . ., T e was carrying descendedT'? 1 ed in selfidefence and - ire tofda was the day for-us to 'he' caiifeii a's he 'to's'seti 'my ' e soon outside. blinking in YY had promised to be from my canoe up the river. Ne an hpur and cv p, te ,p i 1'.our.' Over 'tai tiirtgaeqglmgt water grew narrower and we decided that if would be a good place to fish. ln only a very few minutes of trolling we had caught two lovely specimens of northern pike. These,wg.2ayed ugtil late afternoon when we reached a very inviting island. Our canoe graiedfon a sandy beach as we landed and after both a refreshing swim in the cool waters and.the hustling together of a fire we proceeded to cook our pike. They tasted delicious and we both agreed that no finer dish could be had in all the world. V After resting for some time and.watching the big fleesy clouds of l a perfect summer day drift along lazily l a slowly moving day excursion steamer, ve the afternoon until it was time to FQsJTH back down stream into the growing shadows we had reached our portage once more, the waters ahead. Twilight was upon us as we Over to the right a fish jumped and it st mosquitoes along by the shore line. Fart loon calling to its mate was heard and o to purple as the sunset faded away. we arrived home just as the first s twinkling laughter at our sunburned backs droves of mosquitoes dived on us. .we wer verhs C-EFS ke white sea-gulls following slowly and dreamily passed home. So drowsily paddled of the bushland. By the time sun was sinking into golden once more got under way. d the gathering throng of away a haunting cry of a ad the red clouds turned ifre her were coming out with their . As we touched the dock bombarded and completely iied ' tkfe 'bdat 'and Jian full' 'speed surrounded by the vicious creatured. We x to the shelter of the cottage. lnside we both our sunourns and mosquito bites were joined in with a whip-poor-will as he sang day. Soon all was still as night drew he were once more safe and soon all repaired. Je listened and his praised of a wonderful r curtain over everything.

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