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

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The Magic Kettle Once there was a kettle that no one had heard of It was silly it was foolish, and also it was magic Poor kettle Do you know why it was magic? Because it turned yellow and green and blue Wooooo sang the kettle. It boiled tea so hot that Mrs Fund screamed so hard that the house shook The dov had warm milk made out of the kettle He barked and screamed and yelled. Ha H1 Ha' I fooled you! I am too hard on you sang the kettle Yfyfyfyfyes, you are t t ttoo hard Do not stutterf' screamed the A Close Shave Once upon a time there was a man who did not know what shaving cream was, so he took some hand lotion instead He shaved and shaved but he just smelled nice One day he found the right kind of cream Then he needed a razor blade. He put lots and lots of cream on his face. Some of the cream got in his eyes when he shaved his face so he shaved his head It took three months for his hair to grow He was very glad when it did. HUB .IIINIUR A l 4-1 - - ,.,, a, 1 X IN KINDERGARTEN VVE ARE LEARNING T0 DRESS OURSELVES One, two, three, I saw a little bee, Mrs Fund had had enough. She threw the kettle on to the floor It broke into pieces and that was the end of it Mrs. Fund lived happily Four, five, six, He hid behind a tree. Winter It's snowing, it's snowing! Lots of clouds are showingg The trucks plough the snow, So to school we may go. DEBORAH RILEY, Grade II The Bee Then he did some tricks. BEVERLY KNIGHT, Grade I Seven, eight, nine, He came to me, MARTHA PBNNOCK, Grade II Hurry And then he was mine. LORRAINB MURRAY, Grade I Hurry, hurry, don't be slowg Then you'll be first in the row. Run, run, very fastg Then you never will be last. JUDITH GOODMAN, Grade II

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19 The girls followed the man, now noticing a paper bag clutched under his arm. Maybe he is a smuggler, carrying precious stones over the border, Deborah suddenly said. Isn't this exciting ! added June. The man approached an old shack from which smoke curled lazily through a piece of metal pipe which served as a chimney. After the man had entered the hut, the girls crouched against the wall, straining to hear the conversation of two obviously angered men. I can't go on carrying this over the border all the time. You ought to pay me more, one man argued. Look, the other said roughly, I pay you more than enough. You never get here on time, anyway. You'd better speak to joe about it, he is boss. I will ! was the reply. Hey! Be careful. If you drop it, Bill, I won't pay you at all! one man shouted. It's too hot, I tell you ! Bill protested. Oh, stop complaining. just be here with the next lot at six. The door opened with a loud creak and then was slammed. The girls hid themselves just in time. Let's go back to camp and tell our camp leader. We might get a reward for capturing famous smugglers, said June excitedly. They ran back to camp and related their adf venture to a sleepy counsellor. All right, girls, we will go there now, and settle this matter. I doubt if these are dangerous men, but just in case, we will take Mr. Thomas, the old Mountief' Mr. Thomas was a kindly soul, always ready to help the campers in their troubles. When he had heard the story, he set off to gather a group of his buddies, stopping only to arm himself with his old rifle, Josephine. Yep, I never go anywhere without good old Josie, he boasted. The party arrived at the shack just as the sun crept over the horizon. Mr. Thomas ordered his pals to surround the place quietly, and told the girls to take refuge behind the trees. After a while, a figure appeared, carrying anf other paper bag, and entered the hut. Mr. Thomas waited a moment, then walked boldly to the shack and went inside. Hand it over, boys ! he bellowed. The men spun round in astonishment and faced the old Mountie, but seeing Josephine pointing at them, they held out the package without a word. Mr. Thomas ordered one of his men to empty the contents carefully on to the floor. The two captives exchanged a quick glance as the old fellow creaked to his knees. In tense silence, he tipped out one thermos bottle, two hardfboiled eggs and 9' Sandwich' GAIL LoNo, Grade VIII The Things I Love The things I love are myriad- The exotic tone of chinese bells, The foreign sounds of a tongue which tells To me nothing, my mohair rug, The smooth 'fine lines of a pottery jug, Walking alone in the misty gloom By the sea at night, my room, With books and music, my father's tweeds, Waking up, and my mother's beads As they click together, running up A hill, my light blue china cup .... Yes, the things I love are myriad. SHIRLEY DoNALDsoN, Grade XI . .R 1 JA . BASKETBALL GAME IN PROGRESS

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21 Bed Time Every night at eight o'clock I get undressed for bed, I get into my white nightgown And then lay down my head. I shut my eyes and bow my head Before I say my prayers: Then I'll hear my muminy's steps Coming up the stairs. She'll kiss me gently on my brow, And then she'll say, Goodnight, And I hope that in the morning In school you will be bright. Vicki GRIFFITHS, Grade IV If I Were A Frog IfI were a frog, I'd sit on a log And whistle and croak in the sung For life is a chore and really a bore If you try to get all your work done. IfI were a frog, I'd sit on a log And really enjoy the sung For before you know it or even show it, Life's over before it's begun. GATHERINBQI-IAMILTON, Grade IV Mussy the Mouse Wheii Mussy went to the house ofthe mice, What did her green eyes see? A mouse that was fat, A mouse that was thin, And a mouse that was pudgy like me. LYNNE CATLEY, Grade IV On the Farm Once I lived on a farm. My brother and sisters played with the animals and so did I. We had lots of fun until another pet came. It was a monkey and her name was Polly. Polly was a funny pet. She jumped on to the dogs back, and the dog barked. Once she got a pail of water and poured it on the flowers. Sometimes she jumped on someones back and pretended that he was her horse. She did all sorts of things that made everyf one laugh at her. MARTHA GREATREX, Grade III Funny Kathy I have a little sisterg Her name is Kathy Ann. Her best toy to play with Is mummy's bright new pan. JANE Domoiz, Grade II 4 Q mme .., xi 1. 5 A 1 JI, 'f . . . '- . 1 P, 1 .Q j 'rmalw 5 -, I ip 35' , fi if 52231 f. sffzw an f ,,. A ,Q Q ' , eva M-3' X ..1. .2 IN GRADE ONE WE ARE LEARNING TO WRITE