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AN EXCITING ADVENTURE Nobody dreamed that anything as exciting as this would ever happen in the little fishing village of Atticia. But one quiet July day it did happen. A small fishing boat chugged its way into the harbour; out of it stepped a tall, well-dressed foreign looking man who was greeted by our latest town mystery—Mr. Jones. He had driven up to the general store over a week ago asking for Peter Tryggvason. I had replied that there was no such person around here. Since then he had been asking strange questions like “How much money did I make? ” or “How would I like to go to the big city to live? ” I recognized the driver of the fishing boat immediately. It was Joe Zeleski, one of the poorest men of the village. After both men left the boat I asked who his passenger was and where he had picked him up. Joe answered that the foreigner’s name was Pete Kofman and that he came on board from a large fancy-looking schooner called the “Slovak”. For several days nothing much happened until a group of men led by Pete and Jones were seen walking down the street. There were about twelve of them, four of whom were carrying large black suit-cases. I decided to follow them. I followed up to the edge of town where a bus picked them up. I sat down on the back fender of the bus and for about an hour the bus carried me along rough roads to an old house. The foreigners entered the house and sat down at a large table. One of the men, who was evidently hot, opened the window. In order that I could hear their conversation, I sat under the window. Soon I peered through the tinted glass of the window and to my amazement (although I really half-expected it) they were using an old-fashioned printer to make counterfeit money. Mr. Jones, (whose real name was Jim Thompson) appeared to be checking for poor copies. Pete who was the boss of the operation threw a waste basket full of poor prints out of my window. Seizing a few of the bills, I ran off to the nearest R.C.M.P station at Little Kaktovik where I reported all I had seen. Within an hour all the ring were arrested and I received a large reward of $5,000 for my findings. I used the money to help pay for a fishing boat of my own. Ian Henderson Form 6 IS A FRIEND REALLY A FRIEND? The party thrived. It was 12 o’clock and still it had not reached its highest moment. The party itself was being given by the Barr family. All those present were not just acquaintances, they were real friends. Over in the corner was Mr. Johnson. Now there was areal friend. He had once saved Mr. Barr from a rattlesnake. And there was Mr. and Mrs. Cunningham; they were really good friends. The Bars and the Cunninghams were brought up together. And we must never leave out Dr. Brown. Dr. Brown cured Mrs. Barr of scarlet fever, and there were so many more. The radio was on and sweet, soothing music came from it. Suddenly the sweet music changed to the noises of some rowdy, rock and roll group. Almost like a simultaneous response, Mr. Barr switched it off. Then the party went on as if nothing had happened. Why should it stop? There was plenty of food and there was an endless supply of champagne. So it went on. After a while Mr. Barr turned on the radio. A voice boomed out from the speaker, “We interrupt this program to deliver a message of national importance. Please DO not panic. Stay Calm! I repeat, Stay Calm! Two atomic missiles are directed at this city. Please do not panic! All is being done to stop this catastrophe. Stay in your homes. Leave this problem to the army and the police. Stay in your homes! ” Mr. Barr turned it off. All were white-faced. Suddenly Mrs. Cunningham screamed, “We are going to be killed. All of us. There is no hope! We’re all going to die! Dr. Brown simply lit his pipe as Mr. Cunningham tried to calm his wife. “If you’re going to pass away, you’re going to pass away one way or the other,” Dr. Brown said coolly. Mr. and Mrs. Barr were making their way through to the next room. “Wait! ” Mr. Johnson screamed, “That little bomb shelter you have under the other room, John. We may be saved yet! ” He was referring to Mr. Barr. Mr. Barr spoke, “No. It’s too small. It was only made for Julia and me. No, I am afraid you are going to have to find refuge somewhere else.” “I saved you from a rattlesnake and you turn me out when I am in need of shelter. It’s not going to be that way John. No! I am coming in! ” Mr. Barr spoke forceably, “Get away! ” He broke the end of a champagne bottle and wavered it around threateningly. “Get away or I’ll cut you to ribbons! ” They all backed away. Barr and his wife entered then- bomb shelter and locked the door. “Now they can’t get in! Let’s see if there’s anything on the radio.” said Barr. He turned it on. The booming voice said, “This has been the fifth chapter of ‘Atomic War’. Tune in next week at the same time. Will the atomic bombs hit? Only time can tell! ” He turned it off. Chris Dornan 7EW 80
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stem which is anchored into the main floor. The population of this tourist-filled city ranges from the poorest families to the most wealthy. At night you can see the less fortunate part of the population out on the streets. The men in their unbuttoned shirts reveal a filthy undershirt. The women in their ragged dresses and sweaters just walk around. The children wander about in groups, wasting time throughout the night for their parents have left them alone. Gary Jacob 7EW THE GEORGIAN ROOM The Georgian Room is a big restaurant located on the fifth floor of the downtown department store “The Bay”. Leading into the restaurant is a hall with sofas and easy chairs where customers, who do not want to eat right away, may rest their weary feet. In the hall there are also shiny cigarette machines, a counter where you may buy birthday cakes, and a cashier’s desk. Once inside the restaurant itself we see shining wooden tables while along the walls are booths with menus under their glass tabletops. In the center of the room stands a large circular shelf with many varieties of puddings, cakes, pies, cookies, fruit cocktail and melons: both water melon and cantaloupe. You may have all you want for only fifty cents! All over the restaurant there are waitresses taking orders and delivering food (that is, if you are not going to the buffet.) The waitresses wear white aprons over their black uniforms. It is easy to see that the waitresses like their jobs because they always have smiles on their happy faces. Beside the doorway stands a lady who tells customers which table or booth to sit at. She also gives balloons to young children. This lady wears black stockings, high heeled shoes and a black dress. Going out into the hall again to pay our bill we see yet another lady who takes orders for cakes and gives children packs of candy or gum. She is dressed almost the same as the lady at the restaurant door except that her stockings are different. The Georgian Room is a good restaurant to go to after a hard day of shopping. Daniel Woolf Form 5 THE FIRST MEAL An early spring had come and all through the forest, up to the tree tops of the elderly pine, animals and birds were awakening. The early robin sang out, so the whole woods were filled with music. Up in the clouds, the honking of the migration of geese as they flew past could be heard. Two squirrels, playing a game of chase around, stopped intermittently to occupy themselves with the hourly scratch. A mother raccoon, and two small babies shook off their sleepy feelings and wandered about their warren, in the knot of a fallen oak. The warren had been lined with dry grass and it stuck to their hides as though it were part of their fur. The mother, feeling the pangs of hunger under her hide, clambered out of the den to the ground. There, she proceeded to roll around, pushing off all the dry grass she could. Normally raccoons are nocturnal or night prowlers, but the present hunger changed this pattern. Finally after a lengthly session of rolling, she got up and poked around some nearby bushes. Finding only the odd grub or so she walked on. After wandering along, the pond soon came into view. The ice had thawed and ragged lumps of this cold substance could still be seen floating on the crystal water. Pausing after taking a drink, she scrambled into a pile of leaves on an outjuttingrock overlooking the pond. Patiently her small, mask-covered eyes scanned the surface of the transparent mass, waiting for the water fowl. The leaves were cold and damp as the sun had melted the snow which lay on top of them. Scant groups of frogs could be seen in the midst of the water, croaking and submerging. Few ducks had yet come in and others just flew past as if the pond wasn’t there. The ducks which had just landed stayed in the middle of the pond, and were at the moment, too hard to reach. The frog even looked to be tempting morsels of food. At last a small wood duck paddled closer to the rock and the pile of leaves, where the raccoon lay in wait. The raccoon fidgeted, waiting for the wood duck to come closer, The duck slid into shore pushing the water behind her. Silently the raccoon wiggled out of the leaves and set her black flashing eyes on the feathered morsel. Pouncing in front of the duck she clawed at her neck, but missed. The duck unfolded its wings and flapped them at the raccoon trying to scare her off. But she was too smart for that and hissed back repeatedly. Her savage menacing teeth drove far into the duck’s neck. The duck vigorously pecked at the raccoon but all in vain. The duck soon lay limp in the raccoon’s mouth. Following her instincts, the raccoon soused the duck in the water to clean it and carried it home for the first meal of the spring. Wes Christie Form 7EW 79
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