1961 Magnet Yearbook

Large Families in Canada
During the Hungarian Revoilution in
1956, many r,efuge€s fled across the
bOlrder and later slcatteredacriOiss the
world. Naturally, many 'came to Canada.
Among these were our l"eilatives. They
could speak no English. From thits l,ack
of knowledge, triagic conius,ions resu,lted
among the Hungarians. For example,
'terr.ific' and 'terrible' were interchanged.
Our relatives went from apartment
buHding to apartment building in search
of an ~nexpensive place to live. On their
return home, we were naturaJly eager
to find out how they made out.
"Well, did you get a 'pl3Jce?"
"Yes, we found one. But, my, what
large families yOtU :have here in Canada!
In every building, we found a name card
fair Janitor!!!"
Julie Righter, 9L
Beautiful Lady
There she was; her head was held high
as she walked down the tree-lined la2le
to meet us. S'he walked with the grace
and ease ofa Princess, w:hich I tJhink she
must have been. How beautiful she was.
She had a very delicately shaped nose and
her liquid brown eyes seemed to read
your very soul. Her silken brown hair
shone like burnished copper in the sun.
Yes, she was a very beautiful and mannerly
young lady, standing a loo f while
someone opened the door for her, and
then walking ahead of us into the den.
She sat watching us while we talked and
when we rose to leave she walked sedately
to the door with us. On the way down
the lane I couldn't keep her off my mind.
I asked my friend what he thought of her
and he replied, "She's the most beautiful
Irish Setter I've ever seen."
Barbara Gibson, 9L
The Lost Blue Oasis
It was the day of the fourteenth. The
burning stUn beat down on the hot des,ert.
We started off from SherviUe and set out
to fjnd "tlhe lost blue oasis", where the
century-old trea;sures w,ere believed to be
hidden. I have heard and read of tlhe
many dangers of crossing a desert and
fully rea:lized that thi'S would he no easy
task. If the water sU'pply was used up,
or if a gr,eat sandstorm blew over, the
results couJd be fatal. Witlh:a caravan of
twenty eame:s and wagons, we packed up
and headed due east. Everything went
along smoothly until the seventh day. A
violent sandstorm, one of the worst yet,
caugCnt us in t1he middle of nowhere. The
wind howled, and grains of :sand were
hlown so thickly ;in the air, that we could
not see tW{)1 feet in front of us. All tried
to keep in their position,but despite their
efforts, everything was blown in all directions;
the people were scatte,red and
aM but two camels were lost. With
our f.ood rations and water supply almost
gone, the remaining men continued on.
Each day we wandered for miles and miles
without success, and each day the sun
shone' down at 105 degrees.
I knew there WaJS little hope of survival,
but led them to believe the oasis was
nearby. After four hours the heat became
so intense that we decided to camp. During
the night tJhe temperature fell; the
winds soreeClhed and howled.
Round Figures: The 20th reunion of
1:Jhe P:dnceton 0Iass of '36 showed that
tJhe cla:ss had gained 3:Ii tons since
graduation.
Taxi driver (3Jt Union S tat ion) :
"Prince George, Sir?"
TraveHer: "No, you're &lightly mistaken.
The name is Martin."
Club 6's Mike Darrow
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