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tf-teetwicj, Solitude When my love has gone away; I travel an unfamiliar way; The old paths still remain But never will they be the same. The days are long, all bound in time, And life is dull, a foggy clime; All things are of purple hue. Till happily I think of you. Randy Lorenz, 4B ! ' Bit Pant ' iu IT WAS the first time I had ever been on a stage. This was my big night; the moment I had always dreamed of. I had practiced for weeks saying those four special words, Gentlemen, dinner is served. The night of my big moment was here. My knees were like water, and when I tried to walk onto the stage on my treacherous rubber-like legs, I couldn ' t move. I seemed to be glued to the spot. My mouth felt as if it were filled with sawdust, and my throat was as dry as parchment. What was I supposed to say? What was my line? My mind went blank. Some anxious person gave me a shove forward. As I stumbled across the stage, I seemed to hear from a distance a cue. I looked blankly at the man who kept saying, Ah, here is the maid. I knew I was supposed to say some¬ thing then, but for the life of me I couldn ' t remember what it was. I began to tremble with such great vigor, that I was sure all those staring faces would notice. Oh, please, let the floor drop away from below me, was my silent prayer as I stood rooted to the spot, blushing and stammer¬ ing. Served is dinner. No, that wasn ' t right. I couldn ' t remember those four precious words. I had practiced so hard and learned my speech so well. Yet, here I was, standing in the middle of the stage, my mind a complete blank. I took a deep breath. One thing kept going around in my mind, If you take a deep breath, your fright will go away. I was still terrified. I could hear faint prompting in the back¬ ground. What were they saying? How I wished that man would stop saying, Ah, here is the maid! The minutes ticked by as I stiffly stood there, trying desperately to think of some¬ thing to say. A familiar face was beside me now quietly whispering some words into my ear. My mind began to clear as the familiar words penetrated the fog. Terrified, lest I forget them again, I quickly stammered, Gentlemen, dinner is served. There, I had accomplished the task. I turned and quickly fled from the stage. My career ended before it began. I never acted again. Marcia Fahlman, 4C headline All through the night I rack my brain At times I think I ' ll go insane; Essays, poems of every kind, Stories, writeups, crowd my mind. All throng in, two by two. Do not stop, but run right through— For my folly I now pay; Ever shall I rue the day! When I said, There ' s lots of time, Procrastination was my crime. Putting off until the ' morrow Only added to my sorrow. Now I find it is my fate Every night to stay up late. Find what happened last July, Who was in it, where, and why, Who was captain of the team?? Deadline blues have got me now! Made it! But I don ' t know how! Rae Waind, 3E
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JZeabnitUf to Skate ' |H ' ji f ' st ALL MY LIFE, I had always wished I could ♦it roller skate: but up until a few weeks ago, I had not make a single attempt at it. iks , All who enjoyed this delightful sport |, ' were rushing to get in on the fun, for the new roller rink had just opened. I decided to take a try at it too. I felt quite confi- sttj dent that I would do well; I was a very 3U 1 good ice skater, and — skating is skating, fly in any form — so I thought. O ' DS! igi DU ' fe say ssi: W ha I entered the building where I plunked myself down on one of the benches to wait for someone to tell me where to get my skates. Before I knew what was happen¬ ing, both ankles were being grabbed, as I looked down to see two gigantic masses of metal, four wheels on each, strapped tight¬ ly on my feet. Those must be the skates, 1 thought to myself. Aren ' t they the wrong size? They seem to be awfully heavy, I said aloud, trying to make it sound as if I were an expert on the subject. After a few snickers from the bystanders, I was informed that it was not the weight, but the length that determined the size, and also, that each skate could be ad¬ justed for the individual. My, how interesting, thought I to myself, never thinking that my ignorance ' dehad been evident. By now having had enough talk I wanted some action. I got up to go into the rink. I had barely risen when my feet slipped from under me. With a mad lunge I grabbed the bar that ran along the wall. Just as jndl did this, a woman leading two youngsters over to the bench almost collided with me. M-my but they must have loosened the wheels on my skates too much, came tumbl¬ ing out in an apologetic tone. She gave me a rather sickly smile and proceeded to go toward the bench. As I entered the rink, the roar of the wheels and the din of everyone skating feverishly around in circles made me feel rather dizzy, but on I went — or I should say Down I went. After I finally managed to stand up, I had to figure a way to start moving. I noticed that everyone seemed to be push¬ ing his feet in a special way. I followed suit, and to my amazement, it worked! I could skate! I was about halfway around the rink when I saw a runaway pair of skates, with somebody in them, coming straight for me. I froze in my tracks; and doing so, I caused the line behind me (at leas ' 50 people) to pile up, all on top of me. After the doctor arrived, I was taker back home, badly bruised and with c broken arm, feeling as if every bone in my body was broken. So ended my first, last, and only attempt at roller skating. Doreen Foreman, 4C % a Pai i of IT IS IMPOSSIBLE for me to give you up without recalling all the glorious times we had together. Do you remember the many parties we went to? All the times you were discarded in a corner and given a disdainful look because you were so difficult to dance with on an ordinary dance floor. What experiences we have shared to¬ gether! There were so many different dates on which you accompanied me. Do you remember the many compliments you re¬ ceived from all the various male friends we were entertained by? Oh, yes, let ' s not forget those gentlemen who always seemed to have two left feet when they danced with us. There were many times when they would step on you and you would become very angry, but you never complained to them about their clumsiness. You sacrificed yourself to afford me an enjoyable evening. We must also mention those dancing con¬ tests we entered. It seemed that when I was with you it didn ' t make any difference who my dancing partner was. My feet were able to move in perfect unison and many were the prizes we won in those contests. I often wonder how you were able to stand up under the tremendous strain I put upon you in all those episodes. Don ' t you think it was worth it though, just for memory ' s sake? But most exciting of all, the day which brings back the most pleasant memories we ever realized was on the night of my senior prom. Of course, you must remember how excited we were that evening? You tried to fit yourself on my feet the wrong way in our great haste to be ready on time. Do you recall who escorted us that evening? I do, for he was my idol, the star quarter¬ back of the football team. We danced so expertly that evening that it seemed as though we were gliding along over clouds. You performed in all your glory that even¬ ing, and I was so proud and excited that we had impressed the young, handsome, football hero. But you are now dance-worn and weary and have come to rest. No more will you be able to execute those daring steps in which you once excelled. You will be able to rest your weary arches and let your heels relax completely. Perhaps, some day I will unpack you and think back again on our wonderful adventures. Shirley Wolfe, 4C 7he Qneatedt tlood I dreamed a great flood of people, From far and distant lands, Had come and joined together, Their religions, cultures, and hands. The Hindus and the Christians, The Buddhists and the Jews, Were sitting close together, Airing religious views. The Mexican and the German, Among this colorful throng, Forgot their many differences, While their voices rang in song. There, dancing with hearts aglow Together in the street, Were many different races, A new life had come to greet. I dreamed a great flood of people From Britain, China and Greece, From India and all the world, Made an everlasting peace. Joanne Sawchyn, 4B t jBalfour Beacon ' 58 41
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