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

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gg g gg 29 The Garden Our garden is a lovely place. The sunshine makes the flowers like lace. The grass is green, the birds do sing. I see God's hand in everything. Anne Sellers. Grade IV. Under-Water Visiting Have you ever sat on an Ocean Liner bound for some unknown port and watched the waves hit the side of the boat and bounce back only to try again? Well, as I sat there two days out of port, I began thinking of King Neptune and his king- dom and of all the white sea horses and their riders galloping across the broad Atlantic, up wave and down wave, across still waters and rough. Then slowly I began to feel sleepy, but all of a sudden I was shaken out of my sleep by a voice saying Hurry, the horses are impatientlu For a minute I thought I must be dreaming, then open- ing one eye I had the shock of my life! I was looking into the eyes of a man about six and a half inches tall and dressed in a seaweed suit, Wearing a sea shell hat and with his feet in an old pair of cast off crabs' claws. Gathering courage, I answered and said, Par- don me sir, but you must have the wrong person. Wrong person! I say, my child, do you think old Seaweed Wilson would get the wrong person? Nay! Where is your invitation? Invitation ? I started with surprise. I never got an invitation. And what was it for? Wait . Then, feeling one of his many pockets, he pulled out an envelope with my name on it. Here it is, and sorry I am I forgot to give it to you before, he groaned. Opening the card I read as follows: His Highness King Neptune Would like you to visit his kingdom One day after today. You will be looked after. Signed Sammy Starfish fSecretaryj Soon I was galloping across the Atlantic on a sea horse with the little man, only now I was the size of him. A gaping hole appeared under my horse and the man disappeared from sight, My horse dived under the water and I held my nose in fright. What would happen now? But I had nothing to worry about, for it was a built in air passage from the top down. A bright light ap- peared and soon both horses stopped, Two hsh stood to meet us. The little man lifted his hand and said a word that was like Esalobisania and we were let through to a wonder-land of beauty. Fish, mermaids and little people were everywhere. The houses were like many tall, tall weeds all woven together and the streets were made of coral. Then shaking off thoughts of dreamland, I fol- lowed the little man up a flight of stairs to a wide open door where sword fish stood in straight lines and saluted us. At once a big bass came and took us to a door and said in a very fishy voice: His Highness, King Neptune is ready to see his vis- itor, Miss Martin. King Neptune is indescribable and his castle is too, so I will not spend time on that. But, about my visit there- First, King Neptune took me up and down lines of very important people, I mean fish peo- ple and mermaids and then for a surprise we had a trip to the fish zoo. Here we all had a bag of corned coral which is like our pop-corn and was very good. Then we had a rough ride on fiying fish through their 'jungle', and visited wrecks and examined them. I was introduced to some very important fish people. Soon it was time to go, so I was given some sea shells, a plant and some coral in a bag and was shipped off on a fiying fish. OOps! What happened? Now I know I was down under the sea with King Neptune. Oh what a time I have had Y Shirley Martin, Grade VI. The Man While I was walking down the street I met a man with great big feet. His hat was tall, his face was long, He wasn't weak-he wasn't strong. He wasn't big--he wasn't small, I guess he wasn't there at all! Shonagh Smith, Grade IV. Adventure of a Leaf Once upon a time lived a leaf called Rosemary. She lived in a big oak tree. One day a huge wind came up and Rosemary got blown away, and she fell to the ground with a bump. The wind kept right on blowing her and she came down with another bump, The next thing she knew she was in a school playground being kicked all around by the girls and boys. A man came along with a rake. He raked and he raked until all the leaves were in a pile and then he lit a match and put it to the leaves. Lucky Rosemary escaped, She was under a bush. Soon after she went to sleep for the winter as all little leaves do. Nicky McGibbon, Grade IV.

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g gggg gg 3 I Red House Rhapsodies Orchids to Mrs. Elliot! What would we have done without her? If she had not faithfully re- minded us every day to wear rubbers and head scarves, it is certain we would have had pneu- monia. And how many times a day did we tap at her door to ask Where, when, or how? Our thanks also go to Miss Macgregor, Miss jeffrey and Miss McMillan, who remained stead- fast while the Red House rocked with wild shrieks, crashes, fits of laughter and blaring radios. We hope to see you all again next year after a good summer's rest. Is that music we hear? Following the sounds, we climb the stairs and turn to the right. We are greeted by a smiling Signe, who always seems to Pack up her troubles in an old kit bag and smile, smile, smile. A pair of blue eyes and Way up in the Wide blue yonder introduces Gloria, our little stewardess-to-be. An evil giggle is heard and as usual, Strange things are happening when- ever Susan is in the vicinity. In the next room we are met by a pair of Dark Eyes owned by our Niki. Marion rouses herself to sigh I'm in love again. joan, engrossed in some light fiction, clearly indicates that She loves chewin' gum. From the closet we hear, Dub, duh-duh duh. CDragnetj This from Audrey who is no doubt up to something as usual. We cross the hall and Lynne squeals, Have you heard? Sharon from Way down upon the Swanfyj River, politely asks Lynne to be quiet. To describe Sue we will merely say, If you knew Susie like I know Susie . . We trudge up the stairs. A wild cackle of laugh- ter meets us and after a pause we hear a heart- rending version of Show me the way to go home. This will undoubtedly be Kathy. Then there is Amy who Sounds Off when Kathy's laugh gets too much for her. In the next room we get a glimpse of a blue uniform, this is Maureen our Girl Guide dressed in blue. Then there's our jovial Shirley who wishes she didn't have All of me. Glow little bookwormf' . . . Say where is Helen? Oh there she is, reading of course. Take me out to the ball game, is heard. If that can't be arranged she will settle for a game of catch. Who else could this be but Elizabeth? From the bed a voice hums, Beyond the east the sunrise, beyond the west the sea. Brenda our girl with Wanderthirst wants to travel and has taken a sudden interest in France. Who's that combing her hair? Lyn naturally! She exclaims, It's driving me crazy! The identity of the it is unknown. Thus, we get ready for bed. At nine-thirty the lights go out and the Red House is quiet, 'lAll through the night. Lyn Stephen, Head of Red House. White House Zounds ! Boarding school spirit is certainly not lacking among the denizens of the White House this year. Baths every second day were accepted unmurmur- ingly CPD and everyone tried not to show the symptoms of claustrophobia in making room for an immigration of Grade 10's from the Red House. The other side of the spirit of boarding was displayed on April Fools, The whole of the top floor was mystified to find all the beds apple- pied . At all hours of the night ingenious engineer- ing feats were accomplished with rope, string, bells and hair dryers. The results were a demon's delight for so we thought.j Perhaps the best way to identify the individuals of the White House is by the sounds they make. If you have ever been a visitor to the White House you may have wondered just what these sounds were and whence they came. If you hear a taxi driving off, it is Pitsy. If you hear a thundering crash and feel the house shake two floors below, you know that Marie has just bounced Luigi out of her top bunk. If you hear the mad cackle of witches you know that Carol and Idella are cooking something up again. The click of Hashlights in the dark betrays Dodie and Gunny. The trance-creating crackle of a fourteen page letter written in green ink, identifies Green. If you hear the ring of a tele- phone it is for jill. Any Hansonian sound is Judy and at the mention of the word scientific -there's Tweedie. A battle cry is the clue to Carol Cs and june's whereabouts. The painful creak of a developpe comes from Sonja, a giggle a la crescendon comes from Dean. Dawna utters an oh! and makes a mad dash for the bell, A cry of gang-way is heard as Diana drums down the halls in her latest pair of heels. The sound of running water could be none other than Hunty. Dinny rouses the Moon Mansion by the scrape and bang of her drawer. A series of crashes is Sylvia leaping downstairs two steps at a time. And that irritating scratching is from my pen as I write this. At night the silence is broken only by the faith- ful tread of Mr, Williams. White House zounds are stilled, waiting for Miss Hoggarth's handbell and her hopeful five and twenty past seven. P.S. If you are wondering why you haven't heard janet-she is at the Mary-Kaye Simpkinson, Wfhite House Head.