Royal St Georges College - Georgian Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

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THE TRIALS OF BRINGING UP MOM YOU ARE WHAT YOU EAT Back door opens and slams shut as Peter enters the house Mom: Peter: Mom: Peter: Mom: Peter: Mom: Peter: Mom: Peter: Mom: David: Peter: David: Mom: Peter: David: tspeaking in bright, cheery voice! Hi Peter, how are you? ia monotonous voice! Good. How was your day? Good. How was the science test? Good. tsounding rather upset! You are such a conver- sationalist! What other words do you know be- sides good ? What is there to eat? l'm starving. I made you some nutritious carrot muffins. Have a couple with an apple and a glass of milk, this face shows a hatred for the food! But I feel like chips, Coke, and a nice big, juicy chocolate doughnut. trolls eyes and grins! Csighs loudly! How many times do l have to tell you that junk food will give you pimples and stunt your growth! Yeh, you should see the awful things that hap- pen to your face -- what they show on the tele pimple commercials. What a mess! Oh, shut up, Fudgie! Who asked you? tPeter pushes David's favourite car off the table! Qscreaming! Mom! Mom! Peter just wrecked my best car lDavid kicks Peter in the leg! Qpulling at her hair! Come along, you two, cut it out! Now l see why there are wars in the world. Children spend all their free time prac- ticing to become experts at it. Qstaring at his healthy snack! Happiness is being marooned on a desert island with an un- limited supply of gooey chocolate doughnuts. iPeter sighs and stares off into space! fMom leaves room and Peter jumps up, grabs large bottle of Coke hidden away and starts drinking! Mom! Mom! Peter's drinking a whole bottle ol' Coke -- straight from the bottle. He didn't even put it into a glass! l can see the piniples popping out already! I' M om: David: Peter: lenters rootn in a rage! Peter. lot that you get an extra helping ol' fucehnn topped with uheat germ and allalla sprouts lot dinner. tNloui leaves room! Wheat germ on zucchini vvith altalta sprouts! Ha! l bet you can hardly vvait! lcyes narrovving! Just vvait till Saturday night when Dad and Mom go out and I get to baby- sit, you little troll. VK'on't we have lttn together! lPeter makes scary monster lace at David and then stumps out ol' roorn, leaving David shaking.! .-- l I J

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PROGRESS The beast tramples down the flowers, kills them. Nature rejects the beast: in its own habitat, a foreign object. The beast cares little, only thinking of itself. It must survive. It must expand. It takes over. What was beauty is now a mass of production of waste. A city. Dave Roode LYING IN A CORNER Hello there I don't suppose you could help me sir? I guess he has better things to do Hi Could you --- Oh, I see, In a hurry Help I'm bleeding please. A corner is such a lonely place. Lawrence Nichols The cry ol' surfaced love The call ol' little children. Laughter, u kiss to life. Tom MacKay 5 A ,Nth 19512:- .1-.wi g., '- FQ .-'lil ff '-T-' .. ,: ',!Q.-NsiifillIMI'is 1- H v tix fi-ll ezmlm If if-19 il' 'IH filv-ixvl' If-I XX H , lzwfliiksfw 4. g C -'I ' H- f255? i-JIl ' 'fl f 'i.ih...- i f Q X Tis, 'Ag 5 .ti-N. .' 9 K , i i.!- ' -'I -1' uni I lx Qt it' , I. II' NIR MW 1' 4 Vu: Xxx X xx ' 1 . in ' 3553, '.1 it if I l X!! . 5? 'Is Xml I I X 1 ' Ii IX wr V X ' :F IA . I 4 I .. 't i dl .. EJ.-IWA! . - .-ilu. fix! I Ngrf l f t I , I . is f 1 i . i 1 I I I I . X- Ai X 5Qxr xiwg 1 xx ,ll I WW I I l ' i I ft J .. ll xx x XX 'G' Arif: X W H sf ' ll wilful: X aw,f ': 'ini CK fg-if -gx 62 1 A -Y -,X N , J 14 :' rg i Y-gi 5 '-1, x ,fijhev Z, I ff V ei, 1' 'LAQ - TQ .4 ai' 215 H ,.!,. X ,W 'In 493 ,Lg -H-1 -ff, . i l.,I8l be--23 . ff. P-- - . - - -- f uf.. ,I .f I : U - '-1'f,'iN. . W' ', ff - 'Y 1' xt . , .I 1 2' if ' R is er' , l,i MI- ja ' ff 'V K 'I'-5 ' ' +- -f ' 2: -Sic? 'A ' 'tu' X 5 ?:1'f -- ' -'-2 -' ' -'.',-- ' AI:-'iii- A 5 ' - , .qw 'ek JI I , , 4 A .343 . f-as A - -. ' .f IM . , 1.6593 I I N' I

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SURVIVAL We've trapped him! , cried a voice. We've trapped him in the room! I-Ia, ha. That's what they think. I quickly rushed to the window, flipped the latches and removed the screens. I popped my head out of the window and could see little flashes of light coming from the fire flies. Those were the first signs to tell me that I was not at home watching the tele, but here trying to escape. I looked down. It was a good five metre drop to the ground. But I figured that it was better than getting caught. Just as I hit the ground, I heard them break through the door. I wasted no time in getting away from the area and ran for ten minutes, then slowed down to a walk and passed a narrow, well-beaten path leading to the water. I now noticed that the bright lights from the cabin had disappeared. Only the thin puffs of smoke were visible through the bright moonlight. Then my ears started to pick up sounds that I had not heard in ages, such as the strumming of cricket legs as if they were in the Boston Philharmonic. But I could pay no more attention to these new sounds. I had to concentrate on the narrow, meandering path, making sure not to cause any noise and attract attention. Then suddenly, I heard a voice crying out a com- mand and telling his dog to heel. I needed to listen now because I knew that they were on my trail. I dove into the closest bush and felt the mulberry bush ripping at my skin. I swore quietly under my breath and swore not to ever again try such a stunt. I then realized that I had dove into the bush none too soon because in a few seconds I heard the dog charging down the path. I held my breath as I heard the dog sniffing around as if he had caught my scent. I was relieved to find that he was only answering a call from nature. Now I could see a shadow in front of me and could see the new North Star grebs shining in the moonlight. Soon after they had left, I crept out, but in the doing, broke a dry twig. I heard the yells that I did not want to hear. Let the dog after him! I came crashing out of the bushes like a bear chasing a salmon. I now knew that I was running for my life. I headed down the hill toward the water as fast as my legs could carry me. But they were still on my trail. The water was now my last hiding place. I was now a good minute in front of them. I dove into the fresh cooling water. Suddenly, I heard footsteps. There was no way for them to get down there with such speed. Who could it be'???'????? Then I saw the shadow take form. It was my younger cousin. I promptly told him to get out of here. The sharks are going to get you! , he replied. Like hell! I was in no mood for this. After that, he ran away. But again, I heard foot- steps. This time, it was two people with a dog. They started walking toward me, getting closer and closer. Then they stopped about five feet in front of me. I heard clicking noises. I knew that my time had come. I was bobbing in the water when it hit me. Damnl , I cried. Then my brother and his friend replied, Now it's your turn to find us. fla. -. xvv - I 9 -I 5 IA 6