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A1 7 Wifi to- Calijp-nsiia HAVE YOU ever panned for gold, or have you ever seen the buildings that are used in western movies? I have. Come along with me on my trip and I will try to create for you, the same experience that I had. To me, California has always been asso¬ ciated with movie stars, romance, towering buildings, numerous cars, taxis and buses dodging in and out of long, steady lines of traffic. Of course, I ' m way ahead of myself so I will go back to the start of our trip. We left Regina, in the wee hours of the morning, 5:00 a.m. to be exact, travelling by car. It was a beautiful morning, an ideal day for travelling. Our first stop of interest — Custer Na¬ tional Monument, the site of Colonel Cus¬ ter ' s famous last stand in Montana. The graves are scattered about with the head stones covering the exact spot where the soldiers fell in battle. Cimarron Canyon in New Mexico was a most beautiful drive. We followed the highway through mountainous ranges. We travelled right along the base of craggy cliffs. For the most part, New Mexico is a rolling, very arid country. Surprisingly enough, there are numerous fruit stands along the road rather startling until we dis¬ covered that there were orchards of all sorts bordering the many turbulent rivers. Small villages which dot the countryside, consist of low, one-storey homes called adobes. They are made of mud which is baked solid by the sun. For the most part, the towns were dirty and crawling with flies. Despite the filth, there was beauty in the quaint old-fashioned churches of Spanish design. Indian villages, hundreds of years old, called Pueblos, are built under the overhang of cliffs. The pueblos are three, four, or even five storeys high with step-ladders leading from one storey to another. In Albuquerque, we visited what is known as Old Town, a portion of Old Mexico preserved for tourists. It is quite a place to wander through, with its old town plaza, narrow streets, dining rooms and small shops set back off the street. In Arizona, we deviated from the beaten track to visit a Meteor crater and oh, what a scene! According to history, it was discovered in 1871. The crater measures three miles in circumference, 4,150 feet in diameter and is 570 feet deep. It was formed by a meteor which struck the earth with such an impact that it threw out nearly four hundred million tons of rock. I m sure glad we weren ' t there, when that happened! In Sedona, Arizona, we visted the build¬ ings used by film companies. Was I ever surprised to discover the buildings were only false fronts. The movie Broken Arrow was filmed here. On entering the state of California, we travelled for miles through oil fields. There were oil pumps and derricks stretching out as fas as the eye could see. The Los Angeles Freeway led us to the fabulous place of Los Angeles. It covers many square miles making up numerous smaller communities, such as Hollywood, Long Beach, Pasedena and many others. Unfortunately, in Hollywood, visitors were not permitted to visit the move-sets as the producers do not wish to have a disturbance while shooting. We satisfied ourselves by driving around the stars ' homes and ogling everything as typical tourists do. We saw Graumann ' s Chinese Theatre re- knowned for the concrete casts of movie stars ' handprints and footprints. We drove up and down Hollywood and Vine and Sun¬ set and Boulevard. How impressive Los Angeles is with its numerous theatres, fancy restaurants, gift shops galore, and of course miles of highways, streets, avenues, and those fast Freeways teeming with traffic! Disneyland is an enchanting story-book come to life. It was built and supervised by Walt Disney, the creator of Mickey Mouse, Pluto and many other comic strip characters. Main street is a recreation of a typical American town of the 1 900 ' s. Tomor- rowland is a preview of the world of the future; Fantasyland is a very colourful dream world of imagination; Frontierland, depicts the adventurous spirit of pioneer people moving west; Adventureland, the ro¬ mantic and exciting wonderworld of nature ' s own design. Disneyland is entirely man¬ made, including the rivers, tunnels, rail¬ road and animals, so life like, it makes you feel as though you really were in Africa or some such place. Our next stop is Knott ' s Berry Farm not very far from Disneyland, a real old, fixed-up ghost town! Here you will see old fashioned hotels, jail-houses, a knife-makers shop and a gold mine where you can pan for real gold! Another fabulous and colourful place is Las Vegas. We visited some famous gambling places such as The Golden Nugget and Las Vegas Club. We also visited a few large hotels, such as the Dunes and the Tropicana, reportedly to have cost twenty- seven million dollars! We saw such named stars as The Gaylords, The Four Lads, and Betty Hutton. It was extremely warm in Las Vegas, 105 degrees above to be exact, so we stayed in an air-conditioned motel during the day and wandered about at night. Even at night, it is very warm and some drive-inns have large air-conditioners outside with long flexible hoses which are put into your car. Cold air is forced through to keep you cool. Las Vegas is a very expen¬ sive place and thrives mostly on gambling. While in South Dakota, on the last leg of our trip home, we stopped to view the grave of Wild Bill Hickok and Calamity Jane, two characters of the Old West. I hope you have enjoyed the trip. People say that it is possible to actually fall in love with that ever growing city of Los Angeles. Don ' t laugh! It was love at first sight for me and perhaps it will be for you too. Ella Namisnyk, 4B QivinCf a at a feancjjii z a WHEN I attempt to speak before a grou; n of people I get nervous and tense. The face e: of the people, eyes all turned toward ms ol make me feel like crawling under tt c nearest chair, or table rc I knew that when I was asked to malt al a toast at the company ' s banquet la week; but like an idiot who ' s afraid he’ lose his job if he says No to the boss ‘ c I accepted. The setting was a large table with seen iz ingly MILLIONS of people around it -w big people, little people, short people, ar st fat people — all talking at once. It re minded me of some confused scene at a untimely accident. to I stood, clasping my damp palms tc m gether, ready to give the toast to M | Bigdome, our most honoured guest of th evening. I tried clearing my throat un: I was almost hoarse, but it was to avail, as Mrs. J. P. (Boss ' wife) was tellir ar all about her recent operation. There wer Qr too many oh ' s and ughs which drowne my efforts. sn I finally got the attention of my audientwl by creating a freakish accident. My sleet had brushed against the water pitcher an as I reached over to steady it, I clippeck the lady next to me on the nose. After th screech from her and an angry sputteriirtir from the other side of me, I could hotou heard a pin drop. The water had spille°E after all, when I had reeled around to apoif ogize; and sure enough, it just HAD to b I our guest who was sitting there — now so; ping wet! av gr After the commotion had subsided, orf u everyone had accepted my stumbling apokJ| gies, I started the toast. By then I wq c so unnerved and rattled I made every miQ n take in the book. I had completely forgcho ten all I had mapped out. One bluid; ac was to call Mr. Bigdome, Mr Bigshot. ou no one heard that but Mr. Bigdome, w i muttered a feeble apology under my breol and began again. Finally after a stuttering attempt, I fi e ished the toast and made a quick e it 5C had completely lost my appetite and fe n0 sure it would never return. I ' m willing to bet that my speaking dm are over — and maybe my working da too! LaVonne Imbery, 4C 7a He ZafLectedt All clattering and sparking, All double, triple parking, Not on a street or thoroughfare, Right here, where people have to bear Laughing, kidding, tussling, in Through Balfour ' s halls a-bustling, as Text books strewn, lockers wide— And my goodness, what ' s inside! When recess is over and done, cu¬ lt ' s then the Maintenance has its FUN. le Discarded wrappers, cartons scattered As if a cyclone the halls had battered Hi The Council has commented, it does in de£ nc lament it. But, even Houdini could not prevent it Randy Lorenz,4B Balfour Beacon ' 5 a 38
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Hte Qloni uA 2)ayd A Vixdin £in fl g, ON MY FIRST DAY at Balfour I was the same as the rest of the newcomers—nervous and ill at ease. I didn ' t know the teachers or 0U[ my way around the school or what was ice expected of me. I was completely bewildered, ms and I couldn ' t understand how the seniors th could be so joyful, but because they so readily accepted us, we soon began to smile and even laugh occasionally. Ic All during my first year I was reluctant 16 to join clubs and to participate in other 05 school functions. As time flew by, I gradually became more relaxed. Looking back, I real- en ize how timid, immature, and irresponsible -we freshies must have appeared to the older an; students, re 0 ‘ During the next two years I really began to enjoy myself. I found the students much more friendly and realized that teachers ' are human, too. I learned that to get any- where in life it was necessary to think and , act responsibly and maturely, and that for Jnl our school clubs to prosper it was es sential for all members to do their best. After our ' annual operetta production, I knew that you m only get out of life what you put into it, rie and the satisfaction I obtained from my small part in the performance was well worth enc while, eet I an; Now, in my last year at Balfour, I appre- 3 p e ciate the sense of responsibility I have gained er through my extracurricular activities. At srirtimes I wonder what life will be like with- ho Out Balfour, but then with my experiences )i|| e obtained here, I know I ' ll find similar and 3 p C invigorating activities in the big, wide world, o b » s0[ As I peer into the future, I see that long awaited occasion—graduation. Then all the grads will look their best and will act like or full-fledged adults. At this time, the teachers f’ will probably be thinking how we entered Balfour as children, progressed to teenagers, m ' bnd then advanced to adults. I remember r 9°how our seniors helped us in our school - ' activities. This example prompted us to help Y ur juniors, and we hope that future seniors ' e, will adopt this same attitude, red Many a time when we became overbur- I fj ened, some of us contemplated leaving l t school, but instead we struggled on, and I ; iow we know that the battle was well vorth our while. Carolyn Treble, 4B da-. i Canadian Acidic . i id idei As impassive as it is measureless, the ice ind snow fields of Arctic Canada extend ast, vast distances, gradually falling away o the far horizon. It is a silent land, strange ind lonely. Here only the voice of the wind ; heard; the only footfall, that of the wild nimals as they seek to keep alive in this eak land. The Arctic stretches mile upon )ile, a land of always a million faces and million moods—menacing white, eddy- A ' ept, with nothing but snow and ice, ice ; nd snow, and snow and ice again. it Leona Schaffer, 4C B c alfour Beacon ' 58 n 5 I WAS BORN on the side of a mountain, a part of a dense forest. I had been there many years listening to the tales of the wind, and the singing of the birds. They told me of exciting places and strange things in the distant towns I longed to see. One day my wish came true. I was cut down and taken to a near-by town. There, I was molded into a new form. I was carved, fitted and polished, and had strings added to my new self. At the completion of this, the master who had made me, tacked a small plate on me with these words in¬ scribed on it, Stradivari 1672. My new life had begun, and it was to be full of adventure, as I shall relate here. My first experience as a violin began when a young music student came into the wood-scented shop of my owner. He pur¬ chased me. I cannot say I was very pleased. The young lad practiced his lessons on me every day without enthusiasm. I had a deep, mellow voice but under his ungentle and in¬ experienced hand all that came out of me were shrill squeaks and groans. Finally, when the household could no longer stand the indelicate sounds which racked their ears, they sold me to a man who owned a music shop. This new career I found both pleasing and exciting. Along with many other violins I played before great audiences and came to know the thrill of playing under the direc¬ tion of famous musicians. We hummed to the waltzes, and sang to operas of the great masters before wildly appreciative music lovers. But war came. People no longer came to hear us. I was placed in my case to lie there, forgotten. Foreign armies marched through the town pillaging and razing it. I was cast aside in a corner to lie there in a heap of dirty rubble. One day, after the sounds of fighting had faded into the distance, I was carefully lifted from my rubbish bed and gently dusted and cleaned off. My new owner was a gentle-faced, white-haired old man, a gypsy, travelling with his fellow kinfolk across the country. Many nights were spent around the camp-fire, with everyone singing, dancing and laughing. Never before had I been played so beautifully. Under the tender skill of the old man I sang of all the things I had heard in the forest. 1 sang of the wind rustling through the leaves, I sang of the brook babbling over its rocky bed, and I sang of the night and its peacefulness. Never before had I been so happy. The inevitable happened. The old man died — and I sang mournfully. But sadness is soon forgotten and as with Spring, there comes new joyfulness. For many generations I was passed down from father to son. Years had passed. Finally, one of the sons sold me and from there I passed through many more hands until I was at last sold to a wealthy collector of arts and put into his private museum. Now, here I sit, gazing sadly from my protective casing. I am treated with great care for I am now famous; but I am not happy. I think longingly of the good times I have had. I think of the great concerts and I think of the old man and my heart cries out, Won ' t somebody make me sing again! Hopefully I wait, wait for the time when I shall be free and happy once more, so that, once again I may sing—-sing as 1 have never sung before. Elizabeth Koswin, 4C 7itm IdJcvi VfL WE ALL SAT in a small stuffy room. A large, rough man was sitting by the door. He had sent all the others on. He called out the final names — Jones, Smith, Thomas, and then Rae Waind. We were the last crew. You know, I ' ve often felt it is a pity that one cannot choose one ' s last name before one is born. It is not to any advan¬ tage when I find myself at the end of every¬ thing. Another man came to the door and con¬ versed with the man in our room. He gave us a smile and a sneer which practically made us all ill. We followed him, like our doomed predecessors. They led us out of the small room, down a long dark hall, around a corner and down two flights of stairs like lambs following the path to the slaughter house. We were filled with fear. Our footsteps hammered in the deathly quiet, fear-filled atmosphere. Not one word was spoken. We slowed down considerably upon reach¬ ing the door. But after a bark from the old man in charge, we marched briskly up the steps. I was last so I saw my comrades suffer. How much did they expect of me? Now my turn was up. I stood there, paralyzed, not knowing what to do. I had watched the others. I had seen them endure the opera¬ tion, but my mind had gone blank. I could think of no way of escape. One of them was coming at me with a glass tube filled with a pink liquid. Just then I noticed it had a sharp silver point. It was too late to run! What was it? A sedative? Poison? Would it kill me? Ah—h. That was it! ! They got me. I had received my first polio shot. Rae Waind, 3E 39
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