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

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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.

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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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32 HORACE Horace was a gay little fellow who lived under the third rock at the left of the flower bed. Horace was a chubby, red spotted beetle. He always had something other than work on his mind. Horace was the lazy type, lying around in his luxurious bedroom, and by luxurious I mean what he thought was wonderful Home Sweet Home! Horace was very bored with life, as most beetles are. So he decided he would take a summer vacation. A week later Horace had it all planned. He packed what he would need in the next month or so and locked up his house. He was looking forward to this trip. He left early Monday morn- ing. It was a long way to the next rock but he managed to arrive there by evening. He had a RX hearty dinner consisting of five grains of earth and two grains of sand. With this he slept all night long. By the end of the week, Horace was no farther than the back door, and by next Thursday he was arriving at the front door, only to complete half of his journey. Completely exhausted he decided to spend a few days under the door steps. Finally it came upon him that he was to journey further if he wished to be home by fall. Horace planned to be home in three weeks. But what happened? Horace lost his road map! What would he do? He couldn't stay here, under the steps very long, so he continued on his merry wa . yNot until three beetle days and five beetle hours had passed, did Horace come upon a quaint little building, and before he knew it, some tall, slender beetles fwhom Horace thought very rudej came up to him and asked to check all baggage and belongings. He later discovered that this was the customs and he was across the john- son-Eastmann border and by Johnson-Eastman I mean that he had crossed from Johnsons' front yard to Eastmans' front yard. Of all the places to wander to. He had no more than seven beetle dollars in his hip pocket and that was just enough to take him home. He climbed up on to the Beetle Bus Lines bus and was home in no time fiat. Ho-race remembered that he had left his house key under the shortest piece of grass by his house. But what had happened? Of course! The grass had grown considerably since he left. After searching in vain, he came across the key, opened the door as fast as his little hands could open it, and entered. Relaxing for the first time in two months, Horace enjoyed every second of every minute of every hour of it. And as Horace repeated time after time for the next week, There's no place like home! Gail Brooking, Grade IX. FORESTRY FILMS On Monday, February 25, the Canadian Forestry Association showed the Senior School three films. The first of these was Birth of the Soil, an interesting and informative film on how top soil is produced from basic raw materials of rock, water, air and sunlight. The second film Water is Life showed the work of Ducks Unlimited in helping to restore and maintain the water resources of the west. The third film Your Forest Heritage was of great scenic beauty and showed the grandeur of Canada's forests. This enjoyable afternoon's entertainment was greatly appreciated by Grades Seven to Twelve. Pat Riley and Ada Rice. POETRY Poetry Will be the death of me, Rhymes and rhythms Full of witticisms. Dactyl, anapest Use iambic It's the best. Yeats and Shelley? Give me bread and jelly. After these lines From a radical like me I know you are wondering Is fbir poetry? Pat Riley, Grade XI.