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

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8 X SLCNL T5 Revolution This is an account of the strangest revolution the world has ever beheld. lt was fought by men and women who had waited for the right time and the right leader. They had been so subjugated that it would take little to incite them to bear arms and to fight. They did rebel and they did win, but not an arm was raised to kill, no battle cry was heard, 1'iOt a drop of blood was spilled. To be born of a slave was to be born a slave. Such was Androcolosg Greek by nationality, lsraelite by birth. and slave by inheritance. How' ever, his lot had been more fortunate than that of his fellows. His master, Simon, of the house of Bethfzebel, who could proudly trace his lineage to the tribe of Benjamin, had died leaving a will, the last paragraph of which declared Androcolos a free man upon his master's death. Since he was skilled in nothing save servitude, he went to his dead master's brother, Saul, a wealthy merchant, and asked for permission to work his passage to Athens on one of BethfZebel's ships. Unfortunately Saul, unlike his Sadducean brother, was a Pharisee, and thus highly prejudiced against all except Jews. He refused Androcolos' request, but, upon observing the strength and manner of the youth, asked if he would consider a return to slavery by accepting a high position in BethfZebel's household. Androcof los, however, had inherited from his people a profound love of liberty, and now, as he was taking his first taste of the cup of freedom, he was in no way willing to give it up for more security. Enraged by his refusal, Saul threatened to use his authority with the leaders of government and church to force Androcolos back into servitude. The youth fled the home of BethfZebel to a northern village called Nazareth. He was aggrieved that he had found no friend in his old master's W Q UZ' Drgrorr' gp,-2.2 1 Tffghg F? Eggs C115-3:11 0. SRE? 2311.2 Cl.--rvrv FV mv-1 2-Sa' I3 CJ mmgw FP Egg-gf Ev-rg'CL 35333 r-rdg,-f D' Snugg- ECP D'o 4552 sow -1589 mgtrim .Cl-drrglff SSG-If-199 f-f3f-r :J-,g,':.f' fro? C-230- ii 1 1 5 . Q in-Q-WCS 33 S Q fea- Q is In Nazareth Androcolos was befriended by a carpenter and his wife whose Son, they said, was travelling with some friends, teaching the people in the surrounding countryside. Eventually he met their Son and was moved by the almost divine quality of the Man. A Man who appeared physically weak, who had been born of a carpenter's wife and raised in a peasant village, yet who seemed to radiate strength all around Him. His speech was more eloquent than that of the famous orators and His thoughts far exceeded the wisdom of any man Androcolos had ever encountered either in person or in writings. And so, over days and months, he slowly, unwittingly, acquired a deep faith in the principles which Jesus taught and in what people said about Him-that He was sent by God to be a king. Possessing the spirit of youth, Androcolos could imagine the great Man sitting in royal splendour, or leading victorious legions against the hated Romans. He realized, of course, that this would mean a revolution, for Pontius Pilate was procurator of jerusalem and a Caesar ruled the world. He imagined himself being the first to offer his services to the Master when the right time came and fighting side by side with Him to liberate Israel. Thus, with a few of his friends he hid out in the hills of Hinnom, just south of jerusalem, training and preparing for the day when the Master would call them into His service. Eventually the story of this tiny band of rebels reached the ears of Saul of BethfZebel, who laughed in scorn, and then confided to his beautiful daughter, a plan of vengeance against the haughty Greek.

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Q V LIEDICTUHY And now, girls . . . june again, and another year past, but not forgotten. Many changes have occurred since last September when we welcomed old girls and new to our Opening As' semblyg we have a new softfdrink vendor in the 'LLower Regionsvg we have a new organ in the gym g we have a VicefPrincipal, Miss Sharmang and, OUR HEAD GIRL-KAREN JONES above all, we have Miss Mtirrellf OUR SCIIOOL CAPTAIN-WENIDY BRACKEN Wright back with us. We can also recall the fun we had this year-at Initiation, at our dances, and at the Boarders' tobogganf ning and skating parties. We shall never forget the aching bones, cinnamon toast, or lost toboggans! No school year would be complete without a few grumbles, however. Putting up benches each morning, remembering to put up the flag on those below zero days, and not wearing our gentlemen friends' rings, are among the favourites. It is difficult to remember sometimes, that with every ray of sunshine, there falls a drop of rain. Now, as we say farewell, we thank you for making this year, our best year at Balmoral Hall. XVith our love, KAREN AND WBNDY WORLD REFUGEE YEAR We ask, Who is my brother's keeper? Ifour faith knows the deep inner discipline that love and selffdenial demand, if our love is given through understanding, freely, and if we can deny our own comfort for the true comfort of others, we will have answered in part the great question. There is concern across the world for refugees still in camps and for those adjusting to a new life of independence and responsibility. We know the importance of going the second mile , of giving more than we are asked. We know that if our religion is tc count for anything, we must work at it, and we see in the great number of unsettled refugees the challenge to put into practice this principle. When St. Paul wrote to the Hebrews, he said, Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seenfl If our wellfmeant thoughts are to take form and desire in action, we must give substance and evidence , by going the second mile, by denying ourselves so that we may lay aside a sum that we need not be ashamed of, and by praying for those who are working for the future of these people. With a measurable sacrifice on our part, we may make real to the waiting refugees our good intentions, with less, there is no evidence of faith. It is a great challenge that does not end with the year, it is an everfpresent call in our world of confusion - O brotherfman, fold to thy heart thy brother! SIGNB SALZBERG

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9 Late one night, during Passover week, four days after jesus had passed into the Holy City for the last time, a young Jewess was admitted to Androcolos' tent in the hills, and introduced herself as Hera, daughter of BethfZebel. Androcolos was scornful at first, partly because he could not believe that she had come to help him, and partly to hide his feelings towards this lovely girl. Eventually she managed to convince him of her sincerity and then told him of two incidents which she had witnessed. The first was that her father had had a warrant for the Greek's arrest issued on the charge of treason. The second was that during the evening Christ had been seized by soldiers and taken to Pilate to be tried. Androcolos, angered and alarmed, started for Jerusalem with Hera. They reached the city by dawn, circled its wall, and when they reached the north gate at the third hour, they were greeted by a strange sight. Thousands of people were gathered to the south of Golgotha, and from some people coming back towards the city, the two learned that the soldiers were crucifying the Christ. All was overj the cause was lost! In the evening, when His Body had been taken from the crude wooden cross, Androcolos returned to his encampment in the hills and Hera to her own home, each of them to ponder the Master's teachf ings and to try to reason for himself the meaning of this tragic death. Three days later, walking alone along the roads to the south of the city, Androcolos came upon a messenger hurrying from Jerusalem with the joyful news, Christ is risen today! Suddenly, as if it were a light dawning on him, the Greek found the answers to all the questions which had pursued him for so long. Whom should he tell about his marvellous discovery? Whom but she who, a short time ago, had shared his disappointment and despair. He was admitted to the house of BethfZebel and brazenly, impatiently demanded audience with the daughter of the household. Hera herself came and led him into a room furnished so splendidly as to impress almost anyone, anyone except Androcolos, who had been raised on the principle of respect for spiritual possessions only. When the two were alone, he turned slowly to her in the afternoon sun which streamed in the window, placed his strong hands on her shoulders and said breathlessly and low, Hera, we have won. She was obviously puzzled. Don't you understand? he asked. Your father no longer has grounds to arrest me, and still we have won. I wanted a revolution and I got one. I had visualized a magnificent battle against the Romans with the Hebrew people victorious. Instead, we have defeated the Romans with our minds and souls. Christ has risen from the dead, so surely God is with us. We have won a victory over mind and death, and compared with those, Rome is only a minor enemy. You see, they have only Caesar, but we have Godin juniru HARRIS, Grade XI Prizefwirming StoryASenior Literary Competition Fame I saw the star in early youth- A lovely thing, beckoning to me From so great a distance That I watched it with uneasiness, Until desire o'ercame my fear, And my footstep turned in its direction. I travelled after it, over barren deserts, And blizzardfplagued mountains: Through dark glades in silent mists enveloped. Pain, Misery and Terror were my sole companions- My childhood friends left far behind. Nor looked I back when they became obscure And faded as a dream into the early morn. In adulthood, with a metallic will, wellftempered by experience, And a heart equally hardened from sacrificing Those things precious to itselfeall Pity dissolved in ruthlessness, and love in ambition, I pressed unwavering towards my goal. In age I heeded not torn feet or dimming eye, For my star throbbed and burned more brightly than before When it had first consumed my soul, But now it shone within my grasp . . . I hesitated . . . then reached and took it in my trembling hands. The warmth of that great moment filled my spirit with such fleeting joy! Dear God! It trickled through my fingers and fell softly To the ground beside my feet. Louisa MCKBNTY, Grade XI Prizefwinriing Poem4Senior Literary Competition A Piece of Bread In the ancient city of Tallinn in Estonia, the heavy bells had been silent for two days. On the third day, before the sun had risen, before even the earliest worshipper had passed in the street, one by one the bells of the churches across the whole city began their joyful chorus and they pealed with a melodious ring that carried far along the cobbled streets, over the city walls, and out into the country' side. The Easter morning sun was beginning to disperse the fog and cold, and small, brown, twittering birds swooped from tower to tower.