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

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20 llllll JUNIURS 'I' . at cf . 5 Aix THE KIN DERGARTEN Night Night is the time when all are asleep, Night is the time when ghosts start to creep, And mothers sing their babies to sleepg Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight. KAY WILSON, Grade IV Snow in Spring I looked in the garden, I saw the white snow fallg I looked because it wasn't The time for snow at all. JANE FERGUSON, Grade II Skating I like to skate, But I dOn't like to wait For winter to come When I can skate. DEBORAH Rii.EY, Grade I Bath Time I've washed my face, I've washed my feet and tummy, I've washed my neck and kneesg Gan I get out now, Mummy? SUSAN WESTON, Grade III My Teddy I have a little Teddy, Panda is his name, I go to bed with him each night, He snuggles up to me so tight. jOfANNE WHITMORE, Grade II Our Pet r His eyes are black, beady, and bright, His nose a twitching pinkg He does his housework in the nightg I-Ie loves his food and drink. I-Ie's furry and brown, He's tame as tame, Little Hamster is his name. DEBORAH DIOKSON, Grade II

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19 Decision I was looking for a nice kind of book, So I gave the librarian a nice little look. Then she whispered to me, Would you like to see On the library shelves Some books about elves? Then I slowly did sigh, But again she did try. Would you care for a book, she said, Perhaps a book on horses instead? But I suddenly decided to take the book Of the adventurer Captain Cook . GAIL LONG, Grade VII Something to Live For - It is up to you, Tim. We are doing our best, but you've got to help us. Tim Paisley opened his burning eyes and looked up with difficulty at the serious, calm face. He ached unbearably all over. His lips were dry and cracked and his head seemed to be on fire. He blinked and tried to focus on the man standing beside his small, clean hospital cot. It was the middlefaged Doctor Simmons. He was a minister and medical doctor, and Tim had often watched his kind eyes and steady, sure hand as he went about his work at this mission and medical station. Tim had jungle fever. He was the best pilot of the few who had volunteered to fly medical supplies and provisions between this station in Africa and Canada. There was little pay, and it was an exhausting, thankless job, so that good pilots did not usually offer their services. Tim had, because he had no family or friends for whom he felt any responsibility, and the job promised the excitement he craved. He looked at the window and was vaguely surprised that it was dark. He must have been delirious this afternoon, he decided. He could hear the insects humming, and they seemed to be trying their hardest to get through the holes in the screen. Tim looked back at the doctor. 'Tm not going to fight it, he muttered, barely audibly. I've got nothing to live for. But you have. You must try and . . The words were lost in the roaring in Tim's ears, as he slipped into unconsciousness. He seemed to be half stumbling, half falling, down some steep, charred stairs. Little tongues of flame flickered under his blundering feet. There was a red haze everywhere, and an oppressive, damp heat. He was now in a large cavern at the bottom of the stairs. He limped painfully along, and sudden' ly, he saw a man standing with his back to him. I want to get out. Tim's voice seemed like another s. The person turned slowly and Tim recognized the serious face. Are you quite sure? You have so much to live for, came an expressionless voice. I tell you, I want to get out. I can't stand this torture. How do I get out? The figure pointed straight ahead, and Tim started again. It seemed to be getting cooler, and he hurried on. Then, a low wail greeted his ears. He looked around. There, on the stairs, was a group of natives with their arms outstretched towards him. Their contorted faces and grotesque bodies mirf rored pain and suffering. The wailing became louder. We need you. Don't leave us! they moaned. Tim clapped his hands to his ears and tried to make for the beckoning coolness, but his feet were suddenly leaden. The further you go, the harder it will be to come back, said the figure beside him. Tim stopped. For a moment he seemed to waver, then he found himself struggling back to the stairs. He started to climb. Higher and higher he went, through the swirling steam. He seemed to be walking up the inside of a live volcano. He stumbled and lay gasping, and got up and staggered on. He fell again-surely he could not go on. He looked back. He could see the entrance to the cavern, and remembered the blessed coolness he had so nearly reached. All he had to do was . . . Don't leave us! rang in his ears. He struggled up a few more steps. Only three more. He was crawling on his hands and knees, panting and gasping. Two morefone more. He put both his swollen hands on it, and with one last effort, he heaved himself over it, into fathomless darkness. Now he was falling, falling, falling, and now another bright light. Tim Paisley opened his eyes. Light was streaming through the windows. Perspiration was running down his face in torrents, but he felt cool and refreshed. It's all over, Tim. The haggard face of Dr. Simmons was smiling at him. Tim grinned back weakly. I guess you were right, he said. Louisa MCKBNTY Grade IX

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21 The Fiery Dragon Once there was a boy named Terry. He had a dragon for a pet. His name was Blackie. Terry's mother did not know what to give Blackie to eat. She thought perhaps the dragon could talk. One day, while Terry was at school, she asked Blackie what he would like to eat. Blackie could talk. He told her he just loved matches and paper. He liked a bit of wood for dessert. At lunch time she fed him. After she fed him, he started breathing fire. She screamed and phoned the fire depart' ment. The firemen came and put out the Ere in Blackie's great big mouth. Then Blackie thanked them for the drink of water, because he had been very thirsty. The firemen, very surprised, went back to the fire station. When Terry came home, his mother was taking Blackie to the veterinary. Terry wanted to go too so his mother took him. Wlien the veterinary saw Blackie, he told them he was homesick for his cave. Terry did not know where he could find a cave at Hrst, but he found out that there were caves in the mountains nearby. So he turned Blackie loose and told him to find a home. He did not know that Blackie found a cave and lived happily ever after. NANCY NELSON, Grade III Moving Moving is a real chore, Men in and out of every door, People packing boxes, people carrying things, What a lot of trouble movingfday brings! KATHRYN NBILsoN, Grade IV Courage King Albert Arthur had courage. He always faced his enemies face to face. He had knights, too. He had a wife and two daughters and one boy. He had cooks and maids. He had gold, silver, dia' monds, and rubies which he wore around his neck. One night the castle was surrounded by strange knights. They said that if he did not give them what they wanted, they would burn his castle. King Albert Arthur had courage. He would not give them everything in the castle including his wife, two daughters and his boy. He would fight if he had to. He put on his armour and took his sword and went out to challenge them one by one, and he won the battle. It took courage too. Now King Albert Arthur is an old man but he still remembers the day well. VIRGINIA COLWILL, Grade III Shadows I like to play outside with my shadow. I play and play and play with my shadow. I keep my shadow near me. I have lots of fun with my shadow. I dig and it digs. W'hen I play, it plays with me too. I love to have fun with my shadow. I go up the hill, it goes up the hill. Wlien I go down the hill, it comes along. Some boys came and made lots of shadows. The house makes a shadow too. Some birds in trees make shadows. Sometimes the shadow is big. Sometimes the shadow is small. RI-IONDA SMERCHANSKI, Grade II GRADE ONE ON THE SLIDE