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

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30 PEOPLE WE COULD DO WITHOUT The rpeerh of the bO7ZOIIl'c7Z7l? Sir Henry jewel- mozzger, f1o'o'rei1recl fo the citizens of Speyef, ozz ihe omzisiozz of fha! 7l0ltZl7lEyJ lar! viii! fo tha! fozwz. I think that I need have no fear about the disagreement or agreement of the general public with my decision. Radio commercials must go. And to rid the world of these unmitigated annoyances, we must first rid it of those who are responsible for them. Now please don't misunder- stand me. I don't wish to rid the world of all advertising. I am not so unjust as all that. I am quite aware that to have any sort of business you must advertise. I would never have reached my present estimable position in the shoe-lace manu- facturing business, if I had not advertised. So . . . by all means clutter up our newspapers and maga- zines with advertisements, taking up space that could be used to so much greater advantage, destroy, or at least hide, the scenery of one of the most beautiful countries in the world with bill- boards, if you must, but for the love of heaven, leave radio and television alone. I will never forget one tragic day. I was sitting listening to the dramatic speech of my good friend and colleague, Sir Omar Williamson, on the radio, when he was rudely cut off the air, in order that the eagerly waiting listening audience might be informed, to their eternal joy, that Bee-Bee-Dol Tablets, which cured all ills, mental or physical, could be bought at your nearest druggift for only 79 cents Ceach, that isj. Then there was a pause, I suppose in which to run -nstairs and dig into the large stock of Bee-Bee- Dol Tablets which you quite naturally had on hand. After everyone had had time to settle down to a long ecstatic suck, they switched Sir Omar back on. I was just in time to hear his farewell-to life, as it turned out. He committed suicide the next day. CSuch an ignoble end for such a noble man.j I maintain from that day to this that the cause of his untimely death was the shock of having his own flawless eloquence spurned for the sake of Bee-Bee-Dol Tablets. I learned later that his was the most soul-stirring talk on the sin of parking on other peoplels parking meter time that has been heard before or since. And I could recount to you many more instan- ces of positively criminal stupidity on the part of the radio executive. But, then, I suppose I must admit that it's not their fault. They are paid to do it and so they must. Ah, the avaricious ten- dencies of the world today! It makes me ashamed to be part of such a mercenary humanity! But . . . I have thought of a plan. It stands to reason that if no one writes commercials, then no one can them, What could be simpler than making the writing of commercials an outlawed profession? My good friends, I am hereg I ask but little, I want not fame nor fortuneg I want only your good wishes, and perhaps a slightly more substantial evidence of the same, to speed me on my way in this Crusade for the Benefit of Humankind which I am about to make my life's work. Think of it! The freedom to listen straight through a program with no interruptions. Never again to reach the crucial point in a tense drama, only to be told that - Nothing keeps Duffy's. Never again to be in the middle of a stirring interlude of music only to have Mary tell Sue the telephone number of the Patriotic Salvage Corps. Truly a dream to drive a man to great deeds! How to finance the programs, if I succeed? That is just one of the small details which I must work out before my plan is completed, but I work with a light heart, for I know I have the good wishes of all you wonderful people with me, Au revoir, and many thanks for your hearty reception of my dream. EPILOGUE: Amid ezzfhzuifzfzir fzpplfzufe and a ishower of form, Sir Henry bowed himself from the Hoge. Affer collecting the money he wan heard .of no more. The people of Speyer Jtill wonder why lhe11z peyhy roffzmercialifmf' Jtill plfzgffe fhelr poor, hefzzddled liver. Pat Benham, Grade IX. DEATH A Babe, a King Are victims of its grasp. What is this thing That comes in silence, Wearing a mantle of Eternity: A mantle that terminates All warmth, all life? This is death. Joey Adamson. read them, and therefore, no one has to listen to Senior Photography Winner, Hono1'Bonnycastle, IX. ,, -

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. E- - ZZ pense. Augustus and his mother were invited to the wedding, but declined the invitation on the pretext that all that glitters is not gold. That night they succeeded in winding six large balls of wool before retiring to bed. But Tom lived happily ever after and ate square meals for the rest of his life. Moral: Never trust a woman who quotes prov- erbs. She's just trying to pull the wool over your eyes. Ann Jennings, Grade XI. Winner of the Senior Story Competition fTied wilb fame Gfrld.lif07Z6D THE WINDOW Adele stood waiting in the doorway of the office building. The street was deserted save for an old man shuffling toward her. Adele watched him as he came closer. He looked so old and tired-bent like a branch of the oak tree that had been in Adele's back yard for as long as she could remember. She wondered vaguely who he was and what he was doing out on such a cold night. Then she remembered how cold she her- self was, and shivered involuntarily. . . . My but the buses were slow . . . The man was closer now and she could see his features more closely. He wasn't as old as she had first suspected, but so very tired looking. He was stopping now in front of the hardware store a little way down the street. He was looking at something inside the window which Adele could not see-probably a lawn mower, a set of power tools, or something equally uninspiring. It was funny the number of people she had seen stop at that very window, just during the time she had been waiting there too . . . Adele stamped her feet to keep them warm. A gust of wind swirled along the street picking up a piece of newspaper that had been lying on the pavement. It would settle for a moment, then be picked up again and carried still further by a new gust. Even in her relatively sheltered spot, Adele could feel the bite ofthe wind. How much colder that poor man must be! She turned her head to look at him again, Ending that thinking about him kept her mind off the cold. He was still standing there looking in the store window. His 'hands were clasped behind his back in what Adele imagined was a very characteristic gesture . . . Would that bus never come? . . . A streetcar rumbled up from the opposite direction. It stopped almost directly opposite the hardware, but the man never turned around. Square patches of light were cast on the snow from the streetcar windows. Adele thought how warm the passengers must be inside. Soon it started up again and passed from sight. The man had never moved. Then, watching a neon sign across the street blink on and off, on and off, helped pass the time. Finally Adele sighted her bus coming along the street. She started walking briskly down the street to the bus stop. By now she was frankly curious as to what was in the window. She slowed down as she neared the hardware so that she would be able to have a good look in the window. From her position all she could see was some drapery and a large piece of white cardboard. But as she drew closer, she suddenly knew why that man had stood so long, oblivious of the weather, just to gaze in the window. It was all too clear. On the cardboard was a picture of His Majesty, King George VI. jane Gladstone, Grade XI. Winner of Senior Short Story Competition CTM!! 10216 A7271 femzingrj THE GRADE NINE BAND One memorable day the Grade Nines gathered in the classroom to discuss the new project-a band. We all tried to think of instruments we might be able to play, and Elaine Protheroe was chosen to be musical director and conductor. The string section was represented by Carol Nixon, Pat Benham, Carol MacAulay and Suzanne Flood who played guitars or ukeleles. The wind instruments were played by the following musicians: Dawna and Diana played the first and second clarinetsg Eirene the flute, Martha played a miniature type of bagpipe and Gail Brooking attempted to play the trumpet-when it workedg this was the only instrument that could be heard above the din. The tambourines, drums, cymbals, triangles and woody things which gave the band rhythm, were nobly played by other energetic volunteers. Honor tried to play the piano besides attempting to transpose the music to fit Gail's flat trumpet. So did Dawna, Diana, Carol Nixon and Elaine Protheroe. In fact the instruments all seemed to be in different keys and the first few weeks were spent in straightening this confusion. Miss Bore- ham supplied us with the music and gave up her Friday noons to lend a helping hand. The first piece attempted was God Save the Queenu and when Gail hit the right notes, a listener might be able to put them together and make out the tune. Despite the noisy Friday noons we all hope the band will progress in future years' Honor Bonnycastle, Grade IX.

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31 EXCHANGES ALMA COLLEGE ------- THE BISHOP STRACHAN SCHOOL - BRANKSOME HALL ------ CROFTON HOUSE SCHOOL - - - DANIEL MCINTYRE COLLEGIATE INSTITUTE - ELMWOOD SCHOOL ----- HALIFAX LADIES COLLEGE - - - HAVERGAL COLLEGE - - - ISAAC NEWTON ---- KING'S HALL -------- LAKEFIELD PREPARTORY SCHOOL MAPLE LEAF COLLEGIATE INSTITUTE MOULTON COLLEGE ----- ST. AGNES SCHOOL ----- ST. jOHN'S RAVENSCOURT - - - TRAFALGAR SCHOOL FOR GIRLS - UNITED COLLEGE ------ THE WINKLER COLL.EGIAN - - YORK HOUSE ------ - - - - Sl. Tbonmr, Oni. ,- Toronlo, Oni. - Toroflfo, Oni. - - - - Vfzfzcozrzw, B.C. llvilzlzipeg, Mfm. - - - - Rorkcljje Przrk. Olffzzm, Oni. - - - - Hfzfifnx, NS. - Toronto, Oni. - lV21z11i,Deg, Mau. - Compton, PQ. - - Laleefefd, Oni. - - Aflorden, Milli. - - Torozlfo, Oni. - Aflmlzy, New York. - llwlzzzipeg, Man. - Mo1zfi'eal, P.Q. - Wfizznipeg, Mfzlz. - ll'fi11Her, Mfzli. - Vt17It'0l1Z'6l', B.C. SUNNY, THE WILD STALLION Sunny was a wild stallion who led a group of wild horses on the plains. He was a chestnut with one white stocking and he was about fifteen hands high. His coat shone in the sun so beauti- fully the men who saw him called him Sunny. He was three years old. Nobody had ever been able to catch him because 'he was so quick that he got away every time. Now there was a colt in the herd who didn't have a mother-she had been bitten by a rattlesnake about five months before-so Sunny took care of him. Since the little one year old colt had a star on his head, he was called Star. Star was a very fast runner and could almost keep up to Sunny. One day, two men named Jack and Bob who had always wanted to catch Sunny and Star set out on their horses to try to catch the two horses. They rode for a long time but saw no sign of any wild horses. Then suddenly in the distance they saw a band of horses. They went behind a bush and came out where they had seen the horses. Again they were disappointed for they saw no chestnut stallion standing beside a bay colt with a star on his head. It was growing dark so they set off for home. On their way they saw another herd of wild horses and in the group-the chestnut stallion and a bay colt. Sunny saw them and let out a loud snort, and ran to the west with the colt and the rest of the herd following behind. The men could not catch them. When they reached the ranch, they told the others that Sunny and Star were heading towards the west. Two famous horse thieves heard this news and decided to set out early the next morning to find Sunny and Star. They set out at seven o'clock hoping to find the two horses. After two hours of searching, they finally saw them but they were running away from something. Bob and jack were chasing the horses too. Sunny was surrounded. In front were the two horse thieves. Behind were Bob and jack with some men from the ranch. In the one moment when he hesitated, jack's lasso dropped over the horse's head and Bob's fell over Star's head. The two horse thieves turned around and rode away before they were identified. The two horses were taken back to the ranch and put into the corral. There they stayed for the night huddled together in one corner of the The next morning jack went up to the corral. horses to give them some oats and carrots. The horses just looked at him. After a long time, Sunny took a step towards the man. Star fol- lowed. They ate the oats and carrots and then ran back to their corner of the corral. jack knevs it would take time to become friends with thc two horses. He went whistling back to the ranch-house. Diane Smith, Grade VII.