R S McLaughlin Collegiate and Vocational Institute - Haggis Yearbook (Oshawa, Ontario Canada)

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LE CHALET LA SAISON TRANQUILLE Au premier coup d ' oeil j ' ai su que j ' aimerais le chalet! Construit de billes lourdes de pin, il etait soutenu sur des echasses; un tourbillon mince de fum£e blanche sortait de la cheminee. Le chalet, entoure ' de sapins, etait situe sur une lege re montee et sa grande fen§tre donnait sur les eaux bleu clair du lac et une petite plage couverte de galets. L ' odeur fraiche de pommes de pins remplissait l ' air. De temps en temps je pouvais entendre un gemissement bas qui ressemblait au vent qui brossait les branches. Pres de moi un petit ruisselet gazouillait gaiementen descendant au lac. Quel endroit merveille ux pour passer les vacances, me suis-je dit comme je regardais la belle scene devant moi. Ruth McBride - 13B Quand les premieres neiges tombent, un silence exceptionnel semble descendre sur le paysage. La plupart des oiseaux chanteurs s ' en sont alle ' s, les animaux hivernant sont serres les uns contre les autres, dans les ombres au-dela de la neige. Tout est silencieux, comme si la terre elle-meme dort, et attend le printemps. La neige de poudre reste blanche sur les pentes pointeille ' e par les empreintes de pieds et de queues des e cureuils qui y demeurent. Les etoiles brillent dans le clair crepuscule du nord; tout veille. Pas encore les arbresne degourdis- sent leurs branches en attendant un nouveau printemps viendra-t-il? Warren Estabrooks 12A LE DRAB-0 or THE FLAP ISOLATED A peculiar statement for a mantomake- ' Mankind is a family ' . I thought the members of a family were similar, I still think so. But am I similar to all mankind? I walk, of course, on two legs, I use my hands - but so do apes. Are they part of the ' family of man ' ? (Some persons think they are.) If we are all part of a family, then she is my sister- that shapeless form with nagging voice, that creature so completely crushed by time and detail. She doesn ' t seem much like my sister. My sister would be free-all my family would be free, (as I am free). Why are we not all free? There goes another being. Could he be my brother? His hair is black, (I don ' t think mine is.) he talks about drama and poetry - seagulls waves. I wonder why he thinks of that. I never do. I wonder if his mother was as excitable as he is Mine wasn ' t. Why are we so different? Do you think only I am different maybe? I think too much, I ' m too sensitive. I look different, too. But people say I look like my father. I don ' t think he looks so different Yet I ' m different. Why don ' t I seem to fit into the family? I seem all alone, I am alone. But she can ' t belong to the same family as he does either - maybe he ' s alone, teo. maybe everybody is alone, maybe — there isn ' t a ' family ' . Flutter, flutter, little leaves Flutter while the legion grieves Up upon your pole so high, Hockey sweater in the sky Imloch ' s happy as can be Gets his advertisement free So flutter, flutter little leaves Flutter now in Lester ' s breeze. A Patriotic Citizen Mark Henkelman, 13B 43

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