Trinity College School - Record Yearbook (Port Hope, Ontario Canada)

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Strange Mistress A long-haired girl far freed from life walked slow along a beach. She stopped and turned, held out her hands, I didn't know if I should reach. She smiled at me and tossed her hair, stepped forward and took my hand. She didn't speak a word to me as we walked slow across the sand. The beach it seemed would never end And I thought I'd never know Who she was or where we were Afraid, Iturned to go. She frowned a bit then laughed aloud And firmly held my arm By the music that her laughter made I knew she meant no harm. At length we reached a rocky coast That j utted from the sands She led me to a sun-drenched cave We sat, still holding hands. The waves splashed up against the fems that glistened in the sun I watched a slowly circling gull The sea and sky were one. Then all at once I understood That she'd begun to speak I listened close to every word Her voice was soft and meek. She talked of things I'd never known and things I'd never seen She pointed out such beauty I swore it was a dream. The beauty was so razor sharp The colours were so bright Her visions were so clear and sweet Icried with shameful fright. Tonight I'll sleep beneath a tree With leaves of soft green lace I'll dream about that lovely girl Though I'll soon forget her face. - D Macfarlane Page ll

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Eulogy I947- I I I- .I I:z.III Ei--rn ol' Ii soldier in the hull' ' ' II I 5l'i'llIltl Xh'Ul'lll xhllllf I::1IIi '-'.ffl'NL' iiilliiiey wats also the Ixzs:--II3 we grew up together. I IE.iIIl 'who gixnliixitetl from Xlicl-:ey XL- -'--. I'yIeI' on my tenth birthday. NI I -lilly! xx.i- l'faii'tli .'Xngel by the l I-' .I Ii:IQII who monrnetl when lilvis was . I MRI Il the tiny 'Kooliy' Pyrnes Il.llIA, who xx.IntetI -lohn Kennedy to II on I1I't'.ii1se lie Ioolietl like my l'utl1Cl'. I I I::zQII who tollowetl the big leagues ::i1E.I:ii when Sain I-'rginsisco took the I :.- s. Nly tlIvIIIii'ite singer was Bobby -I I 1:l'II Il:I'I4 t'I.irI4. no mutter what hedicl. I .I' !::Ii viixltl who CllIL'l'L'll High School in il .if I .right zip with the liealtles. Gidget. Lind 'I .Iw t-Iniriet-Ii going on seventeen lac. I .I Ive tliiltl who clroppecl out of High N I. :r' IWW In-I.Iuse I was confused. I took I .,'I .It ,I ..I-llllgt' tor somequiek money. Iwas I .I': .I eliilil who in that magical summer of I ' T ::1ig:'.IteII to llaiiglit-IX.-libtiry and took N- XIII lit-n.'ie's Iulviee about wearing flowers .. ,.. ,,. .. , . IIIII. I .Im .I chilli xx ho wzispicturedin the Novem- :-I :- lr. ISIUTI-sL1L'Ul l'IlllL'LiSllClll'Ij'.Cl0gt'I18I'2llC tiitml. ,IX year earlier, it had named me and I:-i'j.o:u tl-e tintlt-r 125 as Mun ofthe Year. I Illll Ll ehiltl who clieered for Abby and III r:'j. .It t'Iiie.igo aincl in so doing was clubbed :1 I.'.i:i: tofour for living rooms across the ::.I'-oz: I I.ImentecI the hreuk up ofthe Cream. I .I:II .I I-liilml who groovedatXX'ooclstockancl - nz.-:'-IZ my-ell' one ot the true Aquarizins. - hgh Ilizriiigg the moonshot. I .Im .I ehilll who has been stoned and I I, Ii, I-IIIIIII,-tl .lllll loved. beaten and praised. I '- -. 1 .'.lf'illlllk'With'lXK'Lllllllll'l1l1llgL'lhl' world. .X. I-. I Izn hnt qi child. - 1.14. ITUVSOII Page I0 1, ,l':1Hv'! IX .X ,N 0 IIIIIIII I The Island Three Caveman, On an island, All similar, All food-gathering, wood-cutting, fire-building, All worshipping the same Gods, But each alone. Each his own fire, Each tire stiving to be larger, to produce more heat, Each successful temporarily, Only to be taken over by another. Until all fires become one And all the island becomes one fire, And all the cavemen run together To unscathed ground. But, being on an island, Inevitable death is only postponed Until all becomes One silent island. - B. G. IV Barrett

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In the Deepest Depth of the Black Forest lvl.,-nz: 1'w-si-ni'ly'. lw si: inet- :nays inlurwcuve through the .. ,.,. -. .'.-. .iz ang. .ngv 1-Ill. strangely monumental. ,Xzlz E. t'il.lllll, il' only hy ulmiicc. ai hcaun W. .. sf s :ts -l.lllx up-in .1 Silt'-llll. X:n..n-l li- lluvni lmlly. the :lgwinntlcd flour lI'.N in 'll1'l'llllIj.Q sluinlwr. llcl'c, urilinglunglcs :.'.:ni-l 1'-vols stu-xx in sulmnulurul formations, .3-3--:fe lin slrinun ol' its existing lNlWl'l'5. All is .tsl :n .1 l-llll.lNX. only porllwnyi-ml in il child's Mimi-1'l'illt1l it-lrlil. strangely lwyoncl reality. lim :nt su-rl.-u-ly pumlerousx'i1-altiuncaltbc V-:md 1-iu.ise-ml in .1 Luuansy of its own. where Illllll glassy pools, murky with depth. gouge zu is-'lu.lll1 ml-u'l1aiiig.:i11g.5 cinhunkments. sup- g---rrzzag lliv .nur-mm' sh-ck lwallllics of iIS dcpili. ill iw, l.ini.n-tiiully uguilt-l'orrm-rltroutmergc -fl, lm mlvpllis.lllllllisllill1l11L'l'll1g valiant mail. ---:'tx.v.lng .ill pussllilti alrralys of the rainbow, Y .mu null L1l'ulL'smilll'lX hulging sinews into the -in. l'lYll.llllt'Ill.UlllfitiFllllpllllll1'lUllgl'L'drllg'Un' 'Tu . rim- n. 1-ni vaiganinto surge depth hound, beyond -ng' f, .ln-l v..lil in tranquil slumhur, lin- lm-kno pipes an lonely note in an far-off in iiillu li. .uul llislllullmilfsll11llg'll11'lil0l1 realizes rn' 5-rwst-lull ol' ullnlrs. Yes, there. beyond the 'i Ii af Vlll'll luuzuliluul. wLlll'l1t'SWill1lll15062ibl6Cy0S :lil in-,sn-r1m1slj.'enchanting dwarf. For il is here ills mu. put ull gold lies. tmtouched, unseen. mm.u'1l, in cu-ii the humhlcst forms of reality. -.1-:mg in llllltlvss.W1lI1dl'UllS,Slbllillflti - ll.U, llvlhlbeclecr D . WIQ, , lgxxllm' ,ij lla in ffl! XVI i ,J ':NU,,iAY,,1'f l 1 - l t 'all B., ll Tiff ,llwl l Q 7 X , s sl' lf V T , Wii IK! Nl F Xgq alhlu, illulzwg r l -'ab ' . As In A Whore's Dream Of Loveliness As in a whore's dream ofloveliness, As in one quiet moment's thoughts, VVhen the thief begins to smile Feeling Love. . . Oh, dawn! - she dances, Prances on the window pane, And in the once disillusioned eye, Tearfuily weary and young, of a child, Day comes with the sun. The elm is like no other god, It touches earth and sky. And in a wench's dream of gracefulness, Silence, The one great saint Sings. On the air The mid-night bird's song grows, Christ's dying cry re-echoes Th rough the endless deathless years. - TA. Richards Page l 2