St Johns Ravenscourt School - Eagle Yearbook (Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada)

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‘Strango. One night my mother and father decided to go out to a movie, I didn’t want to go so I went up¬ stairs to read a book. Around ten-thirty I heard an eerie noise outside. Puzzled, I went to the window to see what it was. It was raining outside and I could not see too well so I tried to think what the sound was. I couldn’t. It was such a strange noise I called the police, describing it as a submarine’s radar under water; they quickly notified my parents, and told my mother to stay calm, everything would be alright. They soon got over to our house to see what the noise was, with a famous scientist. In about half an hour they discovered what it was. This shocking discovery was true—a real space ship! The police went quickly to the nearest military camp to get dynamite and ammunition in case the aliens inside attacked. In about two hours we were ready for the attack. We waited tensely. Every¬ thing was quiet; slowly a door opened and out came a gruesome figure. We didn’t fire at it be¬ cause we were too afraid. We kept peace with him and with the help of the president’s new top-secret translating machine, we were all able to under¬ stand what he was saying. This is what he said: “I and many other aliens inside were forced down to your planet by a fantastic meteor which was actually a very big magnet being drawn towards us by the metal in our ship. We quickly dived into your atmosphere hoping that the meteor would burn up with friction. It did, so now we will be leaving Earth with the help of a little fuel.” We gave them some and saying goodbye, they flew out of our atmosphere at three times the speed of light, never to return again. —Jim Shore Form 5 n the y ficL of 7:, We were cruising along at about twenty-five knots. It was a beautiful summer day in the year 1989; the warm Pacific sun shone down on us. We were all perfectly content. Our nuclear reactor could supply us with power almost indefinitely, and we had enough food on board to last a year. We knew that our sub would travel better underwater, so we decided to go down to two hundred feet. We started to go, 165, 170, 175 feet, when CRASH! we had hit a reef. The sub was sinking fast, the engines were dead, and the entire sub was blacked out. The nuclear reactor was distured and a chain reaction could send us sky high. We landed with a clonk at thirty-five hundred feet. After nearly two hours work we started the engines and limped to the surface. Once on the surface, all the damage was quickly repaired. Suddenly we head an explosion! We had been torpedoed! We saw a Russian sub about two hundred yards away. Fire torpedoes said the cap¬ tain. There was a whoosh of air as the torpedoes sped silently on their way. There was a burst of flames at the other end and we could see Russian officers running around and giving orders. Both of us were stranded and sinking. Obvious¬ ly the one to sink in this battle loses. Now there was a flash from deck guns, and shells were whistling everywhere. The Russians scored an¬ other hit and we were sinking fast. There was no hope for staying up for more than twenty minutes. Suddenly an American destroyer showed up in the distance. In twenty minutes we were all on board watching our sub sink on its last mission. The destroyer had arrived in the nick of time. —Michael Hammond Form 6 C7L What is it which everybody sees While eating their meat, potatoes and peas? While talking to people and answering the phone, While feeding their dog a big juicy bone. Why observe this funny box? Because it has humour and frightful shocks? Comedians, newsmen, boys, and girls, Tumbles, falls, twists, and twirls? Or to watch a movie called the Saint, Or maybe a commercial on Latex paint? Why does it attract so much attention? It really is a queer invention. Now 1 ask you once again, About this thing that works in rain, Although the screen may sometimes snow, We are hypnotized by an eerie glow, Now kindly answer if you please, What is it which everybody sees? —Scott McPherson Form 7 EW 89

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an d JMU c u Ricky and Mickey were two bad brothers, They fought themselves and they fought others, They tried and tried to get their rights But it always ended up in fights. They fought awake, they fought in bed, They fought for years until they were dead. One fine day in the month of June, They saw a violin playing a tune; They argued about who would smash it And it ended by them both saying dash-it. The violin had run away And they were left to sit all day. They sat and sat until they were sore, And then they began to fight some more. They fought and fought on top of the hill, And maybe they are fighting still . . . —Jim Black Form 7 EW Stain Si treet at JVc oon Although the street had been by no means empty previously, with the sounding of the noon signals, there was a noticeable increase in noise and traffic volume. Main Street at noon became bedlam. Office workers and shoppers spewed from door¬ ways and side streets, joining the throng crowding the main thoroughfare. Individually and in groups people were rushing along the street. Most were in frantic haste to reach their objective: a restaurant or lunch-counter for a hurried meal. Sidewalk drawlers were given malevolent stares or dis¬ courteous shoves by people who were in a hurry. On the road, cars and buses added their clamour. Tires screeched, brakes squealed and horns blared. From a side street the undulating whine of a police siren added to the din. The putrid stench of diesel exhaust was evident in the atmosphere trapped between the canyon walls of brick, steel, and glass. Main Street at noon was not a haven of tran¬ quillity. —Rorie Bruce Form 7 C77 e Sleigh 9 QiJt We approached our destination, a hill in Stony Mountain. Our feelings were depicted by the looks of fear and determination on our faces. It would indeed be a thrill, though a dangerous one! Peer¬ ing down the age old path we immediately recog¬ nized the texture to be very rough and rock- studded. We walked down to the bottom of the hill to ve rify the position of any unseen obstacle. Ascending to our previous position, we arranged the order of our runs. We were ready to go when we reached the peak. A sternal thrust and we were off, bounding down the hill at a terrific speed. The snow melted as it struck our scared faces. We dodged he rocks and branches by leaning to the right and left. We held on to one another as a drowning man clings to a straw, for in the event of a fall, our heads would be dashed against the sharp rocks. Our complete descent was soon at hand for though the hill was very long, it was also very steep, boosting our speed. The verical depth of the hill was soon adjoned by a horizontal plain. The speed of our sleigh slackened as we skimmed along the base of the hill. When we came to a full stop, we waited for the other sleigh to arrive. It was just then that we realized the full danger that had threatened our safety. The thrill of our adventure then ended, though it will never end to fill our hearts with the feeling of that sleigh ride. —Nathan Kobrinsky Form 7 EW The UJinJ From the East, West, South and North, I issue forth with soft breezes and fierce winds; I gently blow through the trees with apparent ease, And then again, I whip the seas. I whip the plains in lashing fury, And then down lanes with a gentle flurry But here I cannot stay for I must be on my way; From the mountains, land, and sea, I make my way, carefree. —Michael Menzies Form 6 seasons The Winter’s bold With ground so cold, And lifeless stand the trees. The birds in Spring Are on the wing And flying in the breeze. In summer warm Great is the swarm Of little buzzing bees. In golden Fall The leaves die all, And brighter colours please. —Patrick Truelove Form 5 88

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The year opened with fund-raising activities so that we could purchase a diamond saw. Within a short time, the grinding noise of the saw could clearly be heard. The next activity was a field-trip, and although I didn’t go on it, I’m sure that the group had a wonderful time, and also accom¬ plished their reason for going—to collect Souris agates, and other semi-precious stones. Once the stones were collected and in the sacks, they were dumped into the tumblers and tumbled. This is a process that gives a stone its lustre and beauty. Tumbling has since been a regular activity. Once the stones were tumbled, they were mounted and sold at the Parents’ Day exhibition. For the past month or so, quite a number of boys have been working on grinding units, and some are very near completion. There is one thing more that I would like to add . . . you should not join the Club unless you have a heart of stone! The boys would like to thank Mr. Gill for his keen interest and support. ‘U oyacjeurs Jc S.J. 92 Un froid de loup! Personne n’ose mettre le nez dehors. Le vent hurle a nos fenetres, la neige tourbillonne mais les Voyageurs de SJR quittent leurs jeux et leurs chez eux comfortables pour apporter des rayons de soleil aux malades de nos hopitaux par leurs chants melodieux a l’occa- sion de Noel. Cette photographic est du choeur de chant qui a execute de beaux cantiques a l’hopital de St. Boniface. Les etudiants de fran?ais de l’ecole de SJR sous la direction de leurs devoues professeurs presentent un ensemble assez impressionant d’ac- tivites culturelles au cours de chaque annee sco- laire sait une piece du des chants. Leur realisation eut lieu a Noel 1964 quand ils ont chante des chants de Noel au poste CKSB a la radio St. Boniface. Ci-dessous est un extrait de la lettre ecrit aux chanteurs par M. Robert Ray, 1’enseignement des II est a souhaiter que d’autres chants soivent souvent presentes au public par autres groupes d’eleves anglais de notre ecole. langues de la division No. 1 des ecoles de Win¬ nipeg: Messieurs, C’est avec plaisir que je vous ai entendu sur les ondes de CKSB hier soir. Vous aviez fait un beau choix de cantiques, et vous avez reussi a surmontre plusieurs problemes de prononciation. J’espere que vous allez continuer a chanter beaucoup en fran§ais. R. R. Ray. Tous les chanteurs meritent des felicitations sans exception meme ceux qui devaient fournir un effort tout special pour chanter en bon frangais. Members: Paul Webster, Michael Hammond, Michael Menzies, Barry Stevens, Auguste Searle, Jacques Briggs, Gerald Morris, Christopher Tutiah, Alan Kiddell, David Richardson, John Law¬ rence, Jack Campbell, Peter Malcolmson, David Edwards, Andre Heffelfinger. 90