Selwyn House School - Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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30 SELWYN HOUSE SCHOOL MAGAZINE them, above all things, a religious and friendly folk, but it also makes it a life hard to endure even if left for a day, occasionally, for the ioys of city life. Populations have always shifted, but each and every move leaves behind the Dead House, that testimony of an abandoned way of life. I know a heathery moor. There stands a lonely cottage by a wind-torn cart-track. Withered, scarred and ruined, it daunts the fiery tempest. Often have I paid my respects to this Sine Nomine, the wind shrieking and howling, whistling with a spectral voice among the hills, lashing the rain against my face in a thundering roar, or with a Scotch mist hover- ing. Even in bright sunlight the wind-scarred croft, its windows shattered, is an awe-inspiring sight. The onlooker is overwhelmed at the thought of the courage of those who lived there in the lonely heart of the highlands. A cold and misty sense of solitude surrounds it, even in summer, and in winter the overpowering hills, with swirling mists enwrapping them and the loud winds rushing round them, close in its isolation. No wonder people living under such conditions believed in bocain and ghosts, for the atmosphere is very ghostly. The cold and clammy craft, with the haunting mists enshrouding it, would not be the chosen place of refuge except for very hardy people. These crofts are truly dead. Nobody will return to them, and even the nettles of the hillside know it, for they stand like sentinels over the Grave, round the little plots that were once gardens. The mildewy scent, like a bitter frankincense, further encourages the thought of death, but the little buildings, built low as a protection against the tearing wind, have still some years to stand before they crumble, and meanwhile moss and grass take their places in the crevices of the storm-rent walls. Such is the ultimate doom of all such places. As human life moves away to the more fertile valleys and far-off cities, wild nature resumes its sway. David Walker Form V MODERN ADVERTISING l froze with terror as the ice pick found its mark in the victim's back. My eyes blurred with excitement as the hero lay there in desperate need of help. Before I could recover from the tense drama, I heard those familiar words and now a word from our sponsor. Making a speedy exit, I dashed to the refrigerator, grabbed a sandwich and a drink, and, rushing back, learned that Players cigarettes had a new shock-proof box. Tapping my fingers and toes impatiently and changing channels to compare commercials, I began to count and pace the room to help the long seconds pass quicker. Most likely the same instance has confronted you, at some time or another. We are all guilty of changing channels, looking into the ice-box instead of the idiot-box , or even turning off the television, during a commercial. The advertisers believe that too many viewers miss their advertisements, and so they have cunningly placed them at unsuspected moments throughout the program. Modern advertisers know that a commercial must appeal to the T.V. audience for the audience to bear with it till its end. Two such samples are: Bathing- beauties, which attracts the male audience and money flashed across the screen, which attracts almost everybody. Recently famous celebrities have been used to endorse certain products. With the coming of the VIII Olympic Winter Games, Lifebuoy was named the official soap of the U.S. Olympic team, Vaseline Lip-ice was the teams official protection from chapped lips, and The Renault Dauphine was the official car of the Olympics, lthough I cannot think what that exactly meansl. So don't be surprised if one evening the Prime Ministers face appears on your screen asking you if you suffer from tired blood , and tells you that Geritol is what you need. If you are one of the many millions who despise com- mercials, there is but one sure cure-go to sleep! M. Rawlings, Form V

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32 SELWYN HOUSE SCHOOL MAGAZINE AUTUMN IN NORTH AMERICA When the warmth of the sun begins to fail and bleak winds begin to blow, then summer is over and autumn comes to our Continent. This is the harvest season, the time of the year when the fruits of the earth have ripened and are ready to provide for man's needs. Autumn is a time for rejoicing. lt is a time to thank God for the bounty which He has allowed nature to provide us. As if to celebrate this time of Thanksgiving the foliage of the forest takes on the colours of the rainbow. ln North America the hard maple provides the brilliant hues of red and orange which punctuate the background of yellows and golds of the other deciduous trees. Against this background the solemn firs stand out, refusing to shed their dark green splendour. As the crops are harvested the fields are ploughed and the good earth begins to pre- pare for the enjoyment of its winter rest. The country roads are busy with farm carts carrying the produce to town and market. Pumpkins indicate the approach of Hallowe'en-a time of fun and frolic for the children. Baskets of apples are found in kitchens through the land, thrilling the nostrils and also the tongue. Lakes and rivers stand out in the clear, cool air. Geese, duck and loons are seen upon the chilled waters as they begin their southward flight. The scent of burning leaves fills the air and preparations are seen on every hand for the winter that lies ahead. As the season progresses, the trees shed their bright colours. Their leaves fall earthward leaving their branches stark and naked against the autumn sky. Then we know that snow will soon be falling and autumn will have passed for another year. Autumn will then have fulfilled her function to Uload and bless with fruit and we shall be filled with Thanksgiving. T. Birks, Form IV THE RUNAWAY BOY Huddled in a dark corner of an east-side food storage house was Melvin Cowsofski, taking shelter from a driving rain-storm. Melvin was running away from his parents because he thought they were neglecting him when they refused to buy him a black leather jacket. All the other boys in Melvin's gang had black leather jackets and Melvin felt that he, without one, would be unwanted, hence he would develop an inferiority complex, and then he would want to rebel against society through juvenile delinquency. So Melvin, instead of becoming a juvenile delinquent, was going to run away, he didn't know where, and it was while he was thinking about this, he heard the large doors of the warehouse open and he saw a big man enter. This man was obviously the driver of the big trailer truck which Melvin could see parked outside. This was it, thought Melvin, his way out, maybe even out of the city, so while the driver was in the rear of the warehouse, getting something out of the refrigerator section, Melvin made a run through the rain for the truck, jumped into the back, and hid himself behind some crates there. The driver soon returned and put some boxes into the truck, closed and locked the doors of the truck, then he did the same to the doors of the warehouse. It was rather chilly in the back of the truck, but that didn't bother Melvin, for he was more certain that the truck was heading out of town now, for he recognized the turns that the truck was taking as those that would lead out of town. He was also pre-occupied with how smart he had been to have hopped this truck, but he would not have been so happy if he could have read what was written on the side of the truck. lt read: HPOTRAZEBIE FOOD TRANSPORT with exclusive air-tight refrigerated trucks. S. Ayre, Form V