Balfour Technical School - Beacon Yearbook (Regina, Saskatchewan Canada)

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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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S. R. C. Chris Batley Sports Director Patricia Amon Social Director Larry Moe. Music Director 4A Sharon Arnusch Drama Director 3A Lynn Van Ziffle Inter-Collegiate Council Hilda Iberer 4B Elizabeth Koswin - 4C Beverly Collins Clerical Sonia Zenchyshyn SI Nettie Ciz S2 Eileen Gaffney S3 Bill McKay Diane Dolman Joyce Eastman Orest Basylewich A.D.S. 3B 3E 3F Errol Klinck 3G Vasil Mustatia 3H Jo-Ann Frasz 2A Lorna Kullman 2B Helen Leipert ...2C Barb McNaughton .... 2E Wayne McKay 2F Malcolm McCrimmon 2G Minnie Mohr 1A Freda Jacob 1 B Lexie Headington 1 D Shirley Stephenson IE Richard Brock IF Ernest Kipper 1G Anne Mustatia 1H Ray Procette 1 K Camera Shy: Jim Derzaph, Helga Vogal. 44 Balfour Beacon ' 58