Balmoral Hall School - Optima Anni Yearbook (Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada)

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A 1 l 9 4 MAGAZINE EXECUTIVE BACK ROW lleft to rightl- Ann Caroll, Daphne Hanson, Lorna Craig, Judy Carr, Frances Macfarland, Lois Macdonald, Joan Davidson, Judy Patton, Claire McCallum, Mary Hope Mclnnis, Barbara Parliament, Diane Fraser, Nora Ann Richards. FRONT ROW lleft to rightl-Sally Danyrerfield, Janet Bleelcs, Wendy Smith, Geraldine Sch0eDD. Diane Calder, Annie Lou Ormiston. Magazine Executive, I950 - 5I Edilor ..,,.,....,..,,,.. ,....,... W endy Smith Bfzmzefi Mazinger' .rire ...,.. G eraldine Schoepp Pbofogrfzpfzy ..,.ie..e ......,,.....,.... A nnie Lou Ormiston Sporff ...,.....i...........,.,.... ..,.i tl anet Bleeks, Katharine Wood Adzferlifizzg Cozzrwmr ,.,. ,..,..,.......,............. B arbara Parliament Aff ..... .. .I as ,,..,.,. Sally Dangerfield, Daphne Hanson ADVERTISING COMMITTEE Ann Caroll Lois Macdonald Mary Hope Mclnnis Lorna Craig joan Davidson Diane Fraser Judy Carr Judy Patton Nora Ann Richards Frances Macfarland Claire McCallum Diane Calder

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THE PREFECTS FRONT ROW lleft to rightl-Moira Morrison, Janet Blacks, Johanne Wintemute. MIDDLE ROW lleft to riixhtj-Annie Lou Ormiston, Margaret Lougheed. Mary Hope Melnnis. BACK ROW tleft to rirshtl-Sally Dangerfleld. Donna Patterson, Geraldine Schoepp, Diana Morton. school 50119 Balmoral Hall, thy friendly walls, When it is time for us to leave Thy lofty portals and thy halls And higher honours to achieve, Are dear to us, and e'er shall be We'll think of thee, our own dear school Because we owe a debt to thee. Where we were taught the Golden Rule. For leafy trees and river banks, For earnest work, whole-hearted play For happy hours we give thee thanks. For friendships to enrich our way, Balmoral Hall, Balmoral Hall, We lift our voices, thankful all, We lift our voices, students all. Balmoral Hall, Balmoral Hall. llvlffftfll by tm Ofa' Girl for 11 New Srlmnfn fo flie Imze of Tmnzenbfzffm.

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gg ggggg 9 Senior literary Work THE ROSE A garden, in the glory of summertime, is a magnificent sight with the yellow daffodils danc- ing in the breeze and the heavenly blue delphini- ums raising each little cup to the beak of the hungry humming-bird. There are bright flowers, there are flowers of subdued tones. There are flowers that hug the moist damp earth and those that raise their beautiful heads high above its sur- face, striving to reach the warmest depth of the sun's rays. Some are mere buds making a valiant effort to burst through the strips of green shroud- ing their hidden colour, while others have reached the magnificence of full bloom as a gangling child suddenly bursts forth into the flower of woman- hood. These are indeed a glorious sight, but none can compare with the rose. There is magic in each soft petal of the rose and magic in each dewdrop that caresses its sur- face in the dampness of morning. Whether drip- ping with raindrops or bursting forth in all its brilliance under the summer sun, the rose is a pic- ture of beauty, for the raindrops turn to diamonds at its touch. A rosebud, protected by its green coverlet, is like a baby hidden in the folds of a warm woolly blanket, contentedly sleeping under the watchful gaze of its mother. In the most ob- scure corner of a garden the warmth and blushing beauty of the rose overshadows and diminishes the surrounding brilliance, and its delicate fragrance delights the most critical nose. Through the years, the rose has caught the fancy of the artist, the writer and the composer and has been the inspiration behind many beau- tiful and artistic compositions. For behind its simple beauty there is a hidden meaning and at the sound of its name all the pure and good things of life are brought to mind. In its genuine sim- plicity and radiant beauty, the rose is truly Queen of the Flower Garden . WENDY SMITH, Grade XI. A STORM AT SEA Darkness, A storm, And a lovely ship Tossing in an angry and turbulent sea, A stark, black outline On mountainous waves That splashed against the sides And swished Across the deck. Stinging spray Leaped in the air. Icy winds Lashed the weather-beaten ship. Mercilessly She was lifted By the commanding waves And then let fall. Again, and again she rose And fell. Cold, and dark The wild sea night Became a chill and welcome dawn. A shout! Ahead-the bridge The harbour And safety. MARY HOPE McINNIS Grade XI. NEW LEAF This resolution is so good I'd be a fool to break it, In fact, I like it more and more Each New Year that I make it. LOIS MACDONALD Grade X North. v