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

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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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LEADERS I could be thinking of world leaders at a Summit Conferenceg of those who have set the pace in various aspects of scientific discoverygofleaders in the field of art,music or literature, but when I saw the spot in the magazine for my remarks it seemed best to write about our leaders. My thoughts are not limited to the leaders in the picture below, but to all of you who have had the opportunity to lead as Class President, VicefPresident, Games Captain, House Head, Sports Captain, School Captain, Head Girl or Prefect. I speak also, to you who will be chosen to lead the School in these various ofhces next year, and even to all of you who will some day reach the senior grades where your leadership abilities will be put to the test. Wliat is a leader? First of all it is someone who has learned to followeto follow the right pathways and the right people. A leader is someone with a good sense of direction, a worthy target, and the perseverance to reach it. If you recognize a good leader do not hesitate to follow and if you sense a worthy target do not be afraid to lead. It is not easy to be a good leader. Too often it involves a struggle between principle and popularity but a real leader will hold fast to that which is good even if the road is rough. I commend you girls who have faced the challenge of leadership this year and feel confident that your experiences will prove useful. G. MURllELL'WRlGHT THE PREFECTS S FAN DING-Barbara Gillespie, Signe Salzberg, Kathleen Armytage, Marilyn Hawkins, Pamela Macilliarles, Lon McDougall, Brenda Howal. SEATED-Diane Bishop, Lynn Funncll, Karen jones, Margaret Cooder, Margaret Fisher, Wendy Bracken.

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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.