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

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Cleaner and Cleaner Phippson's Dry Cleaning is only two doors down from the undertaker's, and looks almost exactly like itg twice I have been on the verge of entering the wrong establislnnent with an armful of clothing. Phippson's has been established for seventy years. It says so in the prim gilt lettering which strikes the only bright note in the black hung window. extrpt when the present Mr. Phippson- who has been established nearly as long as the shop - really lets himself go and puts a cushion in the window just to show how nicely they can do it. Mr. Petherick-Soames. my employert Ibeing a gentlemaifs gentleman j, says that Mr. Phippson and his shop have looked the same ever since he can remember. There is a carpet on the floor. and a diploma on one of the walls. He wears inobstrusive suits and bleached white collars with starched tins in front. Mr. Phippson never calls a coat a coat or a curtain a curtain: it is always a garment or an article. His long, thin hands shake it out fastidiouslyg he inspects the damage and pushes the thing away hastily, avoiding the indelicacy of comment. He knows who you are and where you live, and when the work is completed he will send it to you by van. It is all very reliahle and everlasting. One day. however. there burst intoourklain Street's placid world a surprise. a vulgar yellow one called the Two-'IXvo's Cleaners. t Clean -for Two Bucks in Two Days. XVhy pay more'? '? Mr. Petherick-Soames was considerably shaken. Cheek! he exclaimed. The new shop was so close to Phippson's that at night its sizling red sign winked at itself in Phippson's black windows across the streetg and in the day time one's eyes were offended by tuiseemly posterwork - four feet high, urging you to Fetch Your Own and Save Your Pocket. Mr. Phippson mentioned the upstart before I did. He coughed delicately behind one of his long hands and wondered if I had by any chance noticed the place opposite. 'It would be hard not to. I said. But we're perfectly happy with you. Mr. Phippsonfladded gently. I-ie smirked over his collar at the robe the cocoa had been spilt on. 'The article will be ready in ten days. sir. he said, pushing it from him. Quality rather than speed. Mr. Phippsonf' I murmured. approvingly. Speed. however wasn't doing at all badly for itselfg Two-Two's was picking up all the crumbs of business which the more expensive Phippson's missed. Two-Two's was about as pri- vate as a tank of tropical tish. and not unlike one to look at: motely shoals of vivid clothing nudged against the glass waiting fortheirowners. It was amusing to recognize llloggs. the L'nion leader's, overalls embracing Colonel Rackstraw's regimental blazer: for everyone knew that they weren't overfond of each other: and at least you could see when your things were ready. Une 'l'hur'-tlay l suiltlenlx it-titvtitlwt'--tl that XIV. l'cllierirk Soann-s' tlinnci jatket, ahah ln- silnply hail In near on Saturday t-xriitiip. '.-.as in need ol' attention. Speed rather than quality tlus turn. sn. I said I-ll'llllj'. Ile looked painetl .intl coustntttl reluctantly, Moments later, I slipped gutltily into the bright fish tank, tvltt' cy e on the lilacla xx intl..-.-. opposite. IIIIIL'1lI'illlj.f1. l'lilil't.'Ilj.QlI'lIllllxlktlllllktils spit .ul eagled the dinner jacket on the tountei .unl lrllll me that I had a rather nasty stain oltti . Saturday morning for certain. she pioit. ised me. Not likeSloyxcoaclioppivsite. sln-I.nltlt-tl informally. stuffing the jacket into a sLtt'li lt was Nlr. l't-tlierick-St:aint-s who retnintl- tt me of it. That place. he said. a trille t'tiltll.X. at halt past four on Saturday. has my dinner jacket. VVith a grim foreboding. I rushed down to Nlain Street. Uh! Uh! I muttered helplessly. I-'ot illtxo 'l'wo's was tightly and irrevocably shut lor the weekend. And there hung the dinner jacket. in profile. just three inches from my fingers. I prodded stupidly at the jacket like a bird who re- fuses to believe in glass. Then I pressed my forehead to the door and rattled the handle. As I pressed and rattled I noticed a craekot light from the back of the shop. nltls the janitorf' I decided. Surely he'd let me have the jacket it l just went around and explained how matters were. Splashing through the puddles in the hack lane. I arrived at the dull and unpained reverse side of Two-'I'wo's. I.uck was with me: the door was unlocked. f .ts-5' 'E i I lvlllill il s E' H :E - EIT' il I v . , M- A ,J I A 0' ct' I A V Ygtxvrsqvs .- lj l f, is-+1-M me I . 5 ' Marr cmuei - lr I lYell. how does it Itrrrliirl inquired my em ployer on my return. No shocks. I hope. Just one. I said. Nh: l'hippson. very happily totting up the profits of his new litlsllicss enterprise. li ft'l'7ll.Nt ill Page I3

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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

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Vida How brilliantly shines the sun. It glints through the Palm trees and runs along the waves of an ocean, vast and wide where men have sought to f'md adventure in a mysterious world, Crippled Bird l'ht- wind. shi- count-s dancing- l'?1t'ttititly-'tt lovvti so Wcil. Nlt'.inm-ss st-t-ins to possess her ,is you limp across thc stones. .Xt tl.tun you flctk. Uh, . . niagiuail dawn. .Xnd niagiral mortal crippled bird. l'ht- -lawn has forsakt-n you. lliy wt-ups. .Xml ou-i' plains and mountain Vlirotighoiit thc pitiful world. XXX' wt-vp, XX1' cry. crippled bird. The rain mourns - 1 The rain that pvlts down against you. Night will come and take you. .Xnd as your tired bleeding wings Slowly tx-asc their flustered fight. X our ht-art may sing. l-'or tomorrow. morning will dance. .. .Xnd day will smile again. t'ripplt-d bird, - How vain are their efforts, to find a truth, Because Life is a venture into the unknown, and if Life is to remain adventurous, the unknown must remain unknown. v 71 . L Richards F1 O. Hampson I Smiled Om' day i felt a smile inside my mouth. but i didn't show it to anybody. i was afraid they wouldn't like it. i thought they might sneer because i was happy and they So i wore a frown all day. hut inside i was still smiling and nobody knew about it But mt-. A li. Rustel Page l 4 weren't. 'f x N-ci