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

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a ladder going down one side. What did Michael see when he turned his head? He saw his brother jan running to him. When Michael had told jan all about the men and the hole, they both began to climb down the ladder and heard a loud bang behind them. They turned around with fright. The door had been shut on them. Michael said, I wonder if there is another way out. Jan began to cry and the door opened and a man let them out. The two boys never went in the woods again. ANNE TYsoN, Grade III all C1333 M J Sid V Q U P If i qv, ' , SQ 5 ,J s --s SUSAN RILEY, Grade VIII Fun at Hallowe'en The Junior School had a Hallowe'en Party on Friday afternoon, October 30th. It was a nice party. I was Merry, the Fairy. I had a mask on and a veil and a crown. I had wings and a wand. I had on a very pretty dress. My wand was a star and a stick. My crown was made of cardboard, and the veil was tucked under the crown. My wings were pinned on to my dress. My dress was white with diamonds on it. CBeverlyj I was a haunted ghost. I had a great sheet over my head. It was so long that I couldn't see. It was too long. There was no mouth, so I couldn't eat, so I just had to take it off to eat. CPatriciaJ I liked the party too. I was a senorita. I had a beautiful black lace dress. I had a pink band to hold my veil on my head. My veil was black lace too. QAliceD I had a very nice time at the party. I was a Mexican boy. I had a big yellow Mexican hat. We played a game. The game was fun. CMargotJ I went as a gray squirrel. I had some whiskers and ears. I had a bushy tail. It was taller than me. QLorraineQ I was one of the three little kittens. I wore a little black mask and a little yellow dress. We had lots of fun. We had a Hallowe'en cookie and some ice cream. When we left we were given a sucker and an apple. QAlisonj Grade II 25 Red I have a little dogg His name is Red, And if Mother would let me, I'd take him to bed. He is a cute little pup, And so full of tricks, And to show his affection, He gives us all licks. He has to be walked, And he has to be fed, But I just can't imagine, My home without Red. SUSAN BRACKEN4 rade VI G On the Mountains We ski on the mountains, All covered with snow, The beautiful mountains, Where we love to go. We slide on the mountains, 'Neath the bright winter sun. Come slide on the mountains-- We'll have lots of fun. When evening has come, And shadows are long, We'll leave with a smile, And singing a song. NANCY SYM-Grade VI The Weasel, the Stoat, and the Vole A weasel and stoat by a river bank lay, Waiting to pounce on some unknown prey, The air was cold, the river fast, The wind blew in with an icy blast. The weasel was white, the stoat was brown, Spotted with white was the soft sleek down, Their claws were sharp, their bodies sleek, Their friends courageous, their enemies meek. A vole approached, his eyes were wary, His greyfbrown coat was rought and hairy, The weasel and stoat, they crouched to the ground, Then pounced on the vole with a leap and a bound! The vole succumbed to this terrible fate, And was eaten alive at a startling rate. The weasel and stoat by the river bank lay, And licked their chops on that winter day. HERMIONE DAMEIKELL'C:' id., .

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24 The Graceful Deer Swiftly and gracefully leaps the deer, Over a log or a streamlet clear, Up the treefclad hill he bounds, Even the quickfrunning hare he astounds With his speed, the graceful deer. His legs are slender with cleanfcut joints, His head is crowned with antler points, His ears alerted for every sound, At a strange, new noise he's off with a bound Through the woods, the graceful deer. KATHY NBILSON, Grade VI Lola and Roly Poly On October 16th, 1887, her fourteenth birth' day, Lola White went on a canoe trip with her father in the Lake of the Woods. At noon, she and her father had just finished lunch. 'LLet's go out paddling, Lola suggested. A good idea, said her father. Soon they were out on the cool, fresh water, dipping their paddles. Not a noise could be heard, until a shrill scream came from Lola. This alerted her father. He picked up the gun, looking everywhere. Suddenly he spied a big black bear, swimming with long powerful strokes for the canoe! He fired. The large, dead body was being dragged behind the canoe, when a sudden cry came from the woods, and a funny, little, black figure appeared. Daddy, it's a wee baby bear! exclaimed Lola. Let's take him home. I'd take good care of him. As a birth' day present, could I have him? Oh please! Mr. White sat thinking, sighing now and then. All right, Lola, he laughed. We shall bring him back in two years. Now, be very careful. We're going to get him. Lola sat still with one eye on her father, one eye on the bear. It was not easy to get the bear into the canoe, but with great difficulty they did. Next day Lola and her father were again back at home. When John, the butler, saw Lola leading the bear by a dog leash, he hid behind the door. What shall I name you? Lola said to the bear, as they were playing on her bed. I know, she said, after a long time, I'll name you Roly Poly. Do you approve? The little bear gave a nod of agreement. Lola and the bear got along very well together, except at Roly Poly's bath time. On her sixteenth birthday, Lola remembered what her father had said. Did he remember? Suddenly her thoughts were interrupted by her father's voice, Come on Lola, we're going on a canoe trip. Bring the bear along too. On the second day of the canoe trip at breakfast time Lola's father asked, Do you remember what I told you when we caught the bear? Yes, Daddy, said the sobbing Lola. Well, welll leave him here today, her father explained solemnly. I know how you feel, but we can't keep him any longer. They went over to the island where Roly Poly was first found. Quick as a flash Roly jumped out of the canoe and began running to the forest. Then he turned back to Lola. She took a brown button off her jacket and tied it around his neck. Ro1y, I want you to go. Please go! she cried. Roly lifted his innocent eyes upward as though he underf stood. He turned his back and waddled off into the forest, not once looking back. In the year 1890 Lola's father had a hunter to dinner. Mr. jackson, the hunter, was telling one of his bearfhunting experiences. Near the end of his story he said, he had found a string with a tattered, brown button on it tied around the bear's neck. KAY WILSON, Grade VI Portage and Main Portage and Main, In the rain, ls the busiest place I know, Umbrellas here, And raincoats there, All hurrying to and fro. Portage and Main, When the sun is out, Is quite a different place, With colourful clothes, And gay windows, And many a friendly face. CATHERINE PENNOCK, Grade V The Way 0ut Once upon a time, there was a little boy named Michael. He was always wanting to explore the woods. One night when his Mother and Daddy were away, he went outside. In the woods, he saw a light. What could it be? Michael thought. Could it be robbers? Michael listened and he heard a man say, Throw it down before someone sees that light. Throw it down where? thought Michael. There must be a hole or an underground tunnel to throw some' thing down. When the men had gone, Michael crept out from behind the bush and went to the place where the men were standing and he saw a deep hole with

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26 ' , l'k' ,L NL l 49 A : V 5 3 Q Y, L 7 .' ' Ml ' if Nqr' , , F 5 17 'S y -' if r as . Music This Year The music this year has been better than ever. In November at the Organfbuilding luncheon, interludes of song were given by the junior and Senior School under the direction of Mrs. Birse. Visitors were impressed by the quality of the singing from Kindergarten to the Senior Choir which sang the Finale. From the beginning when the Choir entered carrying lighted candles, singing created the atmosphere for the Carol Service at Christmas. The carols varied from a little one called Snowf flakes sung by the juniors, to the Carol of the Bells , sung by the Choral Group and Choir, and included such favourites as The First Noel in which the congregation heartily joined. At our Thanksgiving Service and on several other occasions, the School Choir has sung special anthems. On Remembrance Day we sang, Lord, Make Us Free , and on May 6th we sang HO, Perfect Love , because it was Princess Margaret's wedding day. There are few hours in the day when sounds of music are not coming from the practice rooms, and Education Week brought a special programme at which a group of piano pupils shared the musical honours with the senior singing classes. In May, the pupils of Mrs. Bach and Mrs. Baxter gave a piano recital and Mrs. Flood's pupils performed early in June. Music is wellfloved at Balmoral Hall. The School enjoys singing at prayers every morning, and the Choir members value the special privilege of the extra opportunities they are given of exploring interesting music. JULIA BERRY BETTY N1cHoL Grade X Victor Feldbrill Visits Balmoral Hall On Sunday afternoon, November 8th, Mr. Victor Feldbrill, conductor of the Winnipeg Symphony Orchestra, addressed a group of music students and others interested in music. He told the group that his own musical career began when he was twelve with the study of the violin. When he was fourteen, he had the chance to conduct the school orchestra. Conducting intrigued him so much that at seventeen he began to study it intensively. He said that he felt that a musical education should be an important aspect of every child's life, but added that parents should not regard the end of music lessons as the making of a child into a virtuoso, but rather as the widening of his appreciation and understanding of music, and thereby, the enriching of his life. Mr. Feldbrill also discussed the formation of a symphony orchestra in a city. Firstly, interested musicians are invited to apply for an audition. From the many applicants, only those who reach the standards set by the conductor are chosen. To this nucleus, the best aspirants from outlying districts may be added. Thus, even though the orchestra may be a partftime occupation for him, each player must be an accomplished musician. In group playing, however, individual talent and interpretation must be sacrificed to the wishes of the conductor. The conductor also plans the programmes and prepares the orchestra for perf formances with guest artists. Once the orchestra is formed, concluded Mr. Feldbrill, its future depends on the interest and support of the community. Mr. Feldbrill's visit undoubtedly created increased interest among the group who heard him on this occasion, and we hope that he will return. DIANE B1sHoP, Grade XI