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

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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

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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 Beginning Today the sun was winning. Even the city smog which pervaded the forest couldn't stop its searching rays. Dirt particles created from some vast factory, seem to burn like many small suns. Gracefully they would float defying man's pre cious laws untilthey disappeared into the shadows and were extinguished. The biggest sun eater that day was a cave. A new one too, or a least in the memory of the young couple who stood gazing into its murky blackness. The old tree which had covered the entrance, looked as if it had been there since the beginning of time. Indeed, it might well have been, for it would have taken more than the pen- knife that Adam was brandishing to carve their initials in its hoary trunk. Look, be realistic and give up your girlish optimism. We've got fifteen years to go. There is D.D. T. in our food, soot in the air, overpopula- tion and almost no clean water anywhere. lf Man as a whole doesn't do something, nature will! 'Now look who is being unrealistic. How can nature do anything to us? Besides, you're no fun when you're serious. Let's go into the cave. With a snort of disgust and dispair, Adam picked up his flashlight. Why must women take serious problems with such Ievity. But in a way she was right. There was nothing nature could do to stop man's ravaging. All over the world civiliaztion's pock marks spew forth more and more industrial vomit into the air, the water and soil. The foresight of an ant crawling benignly towards a steam roller, cannot be found in these men. They have destroyed, butcannotbe destroy- ed. They have prepared, with all their talk of progress - The ultimate destruction. What can stop it? What? Adam came to with a start, and saw his girlfriend staring at him with a puzzled look on her face. Sorry, he said. She smiled for a fleeting second, and then grabbed his hand. She had read the linesof grief, that had etched his face during those brief sec- onds. Her work as a woman was clear. 'Hey silly, we came up here to have a pic- nic. That means just the two of usg not you, and me, and the world's problems. Hand in hand they entered the cave. Together they were swallowed up, like the millions of little suns which had gone before them. Alice's Wonderland, as the cave was im- mediately dubbed was certainly more than alittle hole in the ground. The rocky tunnel which the couple followed glistened with water - clean water purified by the soil above. Sweetened and cooled by the ground's clammy darkness. The beam of light from the flashlight played upon the walls, revealing incredible colours. Tones which painters haue striven lot' utth then' let hlt of- t--t life-times, only lu concede ltr an Jtlllttr-I ot .t nearly. llere was the earth ivlnsperntg the set ret- of its stratum lu anyhody who earetl In ht-.tr it nh their eyes. 'l'he cave led the couple deep into the moon tain. Surrounded hy cold rock. they telt only .t warm draft, which represented at lllilllllpf inferno outside. 'l'here, m:tn's three thousxtnd yt-at in th zation was melting under the lit-ne-,olent son People stared up in astonishment ht-lore th--tt hair flamed up and their eyes drihhled tltrli n their face. The whole world nas llitlltetl in th- sun's cleansing rays. like at t'utttpI't'ss matt .tn infected pimple. The earth's surface aus sernhhed clean of its dirt by the golden sunlight. When all was burnt, the rains came. Water no longer dis guised in a black cloak,hutsparkling fresh unter. It came in torrents to rinse away the hones til the old world. The decay fertilized the still. and soon seeds protected from the heat. sprung torth Slowly first, and then faster as the air reassured them. The murderer had gone. Deep in a mountain grottomxamining:t hint- stone, theyouths felt death and destruction. Mental bonds between mother and daughter. father :tntl son were broken and they felt alone. Let's go back Adam. O.K. Their footsteps reverbrated on the sttrtte floors, until they crunched on sodden ashes. 'l'l1e blackened level land stretched aecusingly for miles. But even in its blackness they could see sprouts of new generations - like small saplings such as the one chich was growingnearthe mouth of the cave. Two pairs of eyes questioned the landscape. two pairs of eyts watched the retreating clouds. and two minds screamed 'Hosl' The girl looked down at the sapling. the cave and the blackened surroundings. Her glazed eyes took it all in. Adam, she murmered. 'Yes Eve, he said, pulling her close. 'How many timeshas this happened before? He smiled and looked up. The Sun had won. - II. S. Craig lillfif 12 ss ,-he l all . fc ' - ' ? c . ' 4 . . .,g 1 , - 1 Y wig-t fffllif 4. 'c 'A .QN K4 . 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