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

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26 I U mpzzgy V51 1, raw.. lflllllilly af BRENDA -- FUR SALE The Dolls' House Tea Mothers, daughters, workers, all milled about our improvised teafroom in mad confusion. This crowd was largely made up of rapt admirers of the wonderful doll display. There were dolls to excite even my age group, and I am sure that the mothers had as much pleasure choosing their favourites as their daughters will have later playing with them. There were brides, ballerinas, babies, ladies, and our own Brenda Balmoral. The far end of the gymnasium was devoted to the teafroom, where four colourful teaftables supplied the weary shoppers with a welcome rejuvenator. These delicious refreshments were the result of patient mothers' long hours in the kitchen. The feature of the tea which made the biggest impression on me was not the beautiful dolls, the groaning homefcooking table, or our flowery teaftables, but the ingenious and delightful posters. Scattered up the stairs and all over the walls were bluefpinafored, blondefpigtailed paper dolls. They were popular with everyone, and when they were auctioned the following week, the bidding was keen. The day after the tea the School heard with amazement that this most successful project of the Mothers' Auxiliary had realized over sixteen hundred dollars which will be used for the new Junior Library. ANTHEA DYKES, Grade XII The Dolls' House Tea Where are we? In fairyland? No, we must be in Dolls' House Land for look at all the dolls! For months now, the girls and mothers of Balmoral Hall have been working for the Dolls' House Tea. They have dressed dolls, and made clothes, doll accessories, decorations, and signs to lead visitors to the magicallyfchanged gymnasium. There are baby dolls of all sizes, little dolls in plastic bathtubs, twin dolls, bride dolls with going away clothes, and big walking dolls. In fact, any kind of doll you could wish to see. Beside dolls there are dolls' clothes, dolls' skates, rollerfskates, cowboy boots, hatfboxes, crinolines, small packages of bubble bath, and even facefcloths and soap. Everything a doll could want! We also see books with the main characters represented by dolls. There are, for example, the beautiful Heidi and a dear little Stuart Little with a very long tail. Beatrix Potter books are here with little statuettes of their main characters, such as Peter Rabbit in his little blue jacket. As well as all the wonderful dolls, there is a homefcooking stand laden with delicious food. I think I shall always remember this exciting visit to the Land of Dolls. Norm BAKER, Grade VI The Magic Egg A surprise came to the junior School Grades one day. The Junior League were putting on a puppet show entitled The Magic Egg. The egg was tied to Mermud, the sorcerer's waist. Everyone was trying to capture the egg from him. Andy, a young boy, lost his way and came to a sign which had Mermuddle on it. That was the town he lived in. The sorcerer soon captured Andy and brought him to the bottom of a lake where he made Andy a merboy. With the help of Dewdrop the dragon, Thomas B. Turtle, Blow and Bubble the two fishes, and Maria, they all tried to get Andy out of this jam. When the sorcerer had his rest, Dewdrop, who was his guardian, agreed to help get the egg from him. They got Mermud's cook book. After mixing all the ingredients together a pair of scissors appeared. They cut the rope and got the egg. When the sorcerer woke up he realized the magic spirit of the egg had flown away. Andy and Maria changed back into children and everyone was happy. We wish to thank the junior League for a happy afternoon, and we hope they will return again soon. LINDA LBACH, Grade VI

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27 The Robins Down in the shade of the old oak tree, Two little robins hustle with glee. For they are building a sweet little nest, And are trying to make it their very best. Soon the mother lays five little eggs, Some days later out pop two legs. Then a head, and soon a breast, And one more robin's in this nest. Soon all five of the eggs are hatched, In this little nest so nicely thatched. And then quite soon they learn to fly, And away they go up in the sky. SANDY FUNNELL, Grade V Our Lady Spring Spring is a lady dressed in white, In green, in gold, in silver bright. She puts the land in summer wear And then works wonders everywhere. The little seeds in their tiny beds Raise their tiny, little heads. The plants shoot up at sight of Spring, And life, and joy to all she brings. The sun shines longer every day And all the leaves are out by May. The birds return and swell their song Over the earth, - loud and long . . . To Lady Spring whose loving hand Has wrought such wonders o'er the land. The Bear at the Fair There once was a little bear Who went to a city fair. He got into trouble When he fell in a puddle. PATRICIA PENNOCK, Grade III A Queer Man As I went home Along the street, I saw a man with seventy feet. His eyes were blue, His hair was neat, But, Oh! those funnyflooking feet! HEATHER CAMPBELL, Grade IV Castles in the Air You don't need loads of bricks and wood. Because it's quickly understood That castles which are built in air Are built of substances more fair Than any found within the land, And built so well of stones and sand. The windows shine like diamonds fair, While orange blossoms spice the air, The lands about are fair and green, And children play about the scene. For you can build them anywhere- These lovely castles in the air. MARGARET FISHER, Grade VIII A Seed Falls A seed A seed Falls Falls On sandy land, On thorny land, But lies And grows, And wilts But chokes In the sun. And dies. A seed A seed Falls Falls On stony land, On fertile land, It tries It grows To grow, And grows But fails. And forms a rose. NANCY ANN EATON, Grade VIII ROSALIND WALLACE. Grade VIII A Summer's Scene The song of the birds On a summeris day, The sound of children Happy and gay, The fragrance of flowers That wave in the breeze: The soft winds blowing Through the trees, The bright blue water Lapping the shore - It's a scene to remember For evermore. SUZANNB EVA NS, Grade VII