St Johns High School - Torch Yearbook (Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada)

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Remember that yours is a trained mind. You will yet need practical experience in your chosen field before you will take your rightful place in professional or business life. If you would rise to the top, then specialize in your chosen field. Become good in it. Then, as you add experience to training and natural talent, you’ll be “tops”. COMPLETE PLANTS IN WINNIPEG • TORONTO • MONTREAL 44 SJUdMOl 1

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FIRST TWO STORMS HILDA GOLDBERG It is a summer evening, and twilight has just descend¬ ed. It is that time of day when a feeling of languor and ease should settle over a city that has worked hard for twenty-four hours. Instead, tumult and strain pervades the atmosphere, as though a catastrophe was about to occur. The skies are sombre with ominous threatening clouds. At intervals, jagged streaks of lightning tear the fir¬ mament in tow. Through every nook and cranny re¬ verberates that distant peal of thunder. The very birds that brighten the world with their song have disappear¬ ed, and hidden in the wake of the storm. The streets of Paris are still damp with the rain that has fallen this morning. Little streamlets from the garbage heaps beneath each window, wind their ways around the cobblestones to the gutters. From these arise the reek and smell of rotting filth and smile nire. The streets usually teeming with people, are deserted. Not a soul is to be seen. The old cronies that gather on corners at the end of the day to discuss politics aren’t there. The gossipy women that chatter over backyard fences are gone. The gaunty urchins that roam back alleys for scraps of food—even they have disappeared. It seems as though beyond the cold, massive walls of the crowded tentement houses they have remained to face the storm. From the distance comes a sound, the commingled noise of human yells and screams. Gradually they din closer and closer, the noise louder and louder. Crash! The heavens issue a deafening roar of thunder and bril¬ liant flash of lightning. The momentary light reveals a crowd of people, armed with sticks, knives, bayonets, and farm tools, storming down the street. Frail men with wild rage in their eyes, gaunt women with hysteria in their voices—a motely host as ever was. They sweep past, a sea of human faces, on to their destiny. Yelling and screaming, stumbling and rising, the crowd moves on. The peals of thunder become louder, and the flashes of lightning more frequent. Even a few drops of rain have fallen. But the men, rush on, heedless. Their passionate fury is further heightened by the sight of an enormous building that has loomed before them. They cannot wait to reach it. They run. At the exact moment they flow through its gates, the storm breaks. Torrents of rain gush down on the human mass but they, exaltant in their joy, do not feel it. They have liberated a nation! They stormed the Bastille ! ! ! 46