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

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22 people in the factory polished me. Then I was put onto a big truck with many other pairs of shoes and hauled off to a shoe store. The man in the store put me on a shelf. I sat on the shelf for about two days and then the man brought me down and showed me to a young well'd1'essed man. The man tried me on, said something to the store owner and then gave him some money. I was given to him. He took me to his beautiful home and then I was taken out of my box. He carefully slipped me on and out we went. From then on I led a busy and exciting life. My owner and I went to parties, dances, sym- phonics and to many other exciting places. Every night when we came home, my owner's valet would polish me and lay me in the closet with the other pairs of shoes. This went on for many months but gradually newer shoes took my place. It was very lonely sitting there all day. Une day I heard a knock at the door. The butler answered it and there stood a family of gypsies begging. The butler gathered up some food and clothing for them. I was handed to them along ii ith other things. They thanked the butler and were on their way back to their caravan. I was amazed to see the difference between a gypsy's life and the life of my first owner. Wlieii I was first new and shiny I did nothing but have fun. But now I walked for long hours on a dusty road. At night there was no valet to polish me. I finally began to realize that I was needed much more in this life. My owner did not have many pairs of shoes. He had only one pair and that was me. When I was finally too old and worn out to be repaired, I was left behind on a deserted road and here I sit alone. PATRICIA Srannowe-Grade Y Our School B is for the building we hope to get one day A is for all the girls-the good, the bad, the gay I, is for the learning we do each day at school M is for Miss Murrell- Wright who over us does rule O is for opportunity when we try to do our best R is for recess when we do both play and rest A is for the apple in my lunch pail every day I. is for Miss Lucas who has no time to play. H is for the house that was red in every way A is for the antenna on the bee we studied today I. is for the library in the junior school I. is also for Lundi that begins the week as a rule. JANE FERGUsoN-Grade V The Grousy Mouse Once upon a time there was a little gray mouse. He lived in a dark hole under the boards of a house. This night it happened that upstairs they were having cheese for dinner. The maid was away and so the cheese was left out. The mouse crept up to the dining-room. Nothing nice in this house, he thought. The meals aren't nice and the worst of all, they never have the cheese I like. They are getting a cat with bright green eyes-cruel things! I'll be caught probably. He stayed in his hole all day. He got very tired of it and he wished the cat would not bother him all the time. Nothing right in this world, he groused. And so he lived a very lonely life. MADELEINE WILLIAMS-Grade II GRADES TWO AND THREE

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21 A ghost fiew in the children's window. They woke up and screamed for their parents. Mr. Campbell ran out of his room and straight into the children's room. The scream had scared the ghost away. As the ghost flew away, one of Mrs. Campbell's pillow cases blew off the ghost's body. They found it had been a bat. The children were never afraid of ghosts after that. LORRAINE lVIURRAYlGl'21Cl6 III My Dreams Once I dreamed I was a queen, So beautiful and fair, And had a crown of purest gold, Upon my silver hair. Once I dreamed I was a witch, Getting into troubleg Then for the queen I did something had And my punishment was double. Once I dreamed I was myself, Sailing over the sea And when I woke up from my dream I was glad I was just ME. CAROLYN RicHARDsoN-Grade IX T Miss Poppet's Magic Shoes Once upon a time there was a little old woman who lived in a lovely little cottage near a high hill and a little brook. This little old woman's name was Miss Poppet. She was a very kind old woman, and all the children who lived in the town liked her very much. Miss Poppet's favourite belonging was a pair of shoes. But these shoes weren't ordinary shoes. They were magic shoes. They were a pair of shiny black shoes with golden buckles. The next day she decided that she wanted to go to California. So after lunch she started to go to the station. Of course she was wearing her magic shoes. It was dark when Miss Poppet arrived at the house she had rented. It was a lovely big house at the edge of the town. Soon she decided to go to bed. In the morning the house looked so empty and felt so lonely that Miss Poppet wished she had a family to take care of. Now every day she wished with her magic shoes on that she could become married some time soon. One day it actually happened. She had found a nice man who would he a nice father too. A week later Miss Poppet and her going-to-be husband Mr. Parker were married. What a day! There was cake, cookies, drinks, and lots of other good things to eat. They had a splendid time. They were both very happy. Then Mrs. Parker went down to the place where the children who have no fathers or mothers stayed. Finally she saw twin girls she wanted. Then she took them with her. One day Mrs. Parker sat down in her rocking chair beside the fire and sighed happily. I am so happy here with a husband and two lovely children in this cosy cottage. CLAIRE R.OULSTON-GI'3.Cl6 IV A Pair of Old Shoes I am a pair of old shoes sitting alone on a deserted road and this is the story of my life. VVhen I was first made l found myself in a big factory with many other pairs of shoes. The IN THE NURSERY SCHOOL

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FREE PLAY IN THE KINDERGARTEN Ambition A famous painter I want to be, With a tremendous gallery for all to see, My oils will be of the finest hues, And water colours of gayest blues. My fame will spread both far and wide, People will rush to be at my side. Van Gogh was just such a painter, they say, But something puzzles me to this day, Why, oh why, did they wait till he's dead, Before the account of his fame was spread! CATHERINE HAMILTON-Grade VI The Caterpillar Cou1dn't Count The caterpillar was very happy one morning as he walked through the forest. He met a lot of friends and chatted with them. Everyone was saying the same thing, Are you going to the match? The caterpillar said he didn't know. He asked the bee what events there would be. The bee replied, Spelling, Shooting, and Counting. He thanked the bee and started home. When he arrived he looked in his encyclopaedia for counting. He found it didn't help him. The caterpillar thought he had better go to counting school because he couldn't count. He had been there three weeks and only learned to count to five. Caterpillar didn't know what to do when the phone rang. It was Mrs. Bunny who said she had new babies and didn't know how many there were. Caterpillar grabbed his hat and ran out. He was half Way there when he remembered he couldn't count. He couldn't disappoint Mrs. Bunny so he kept going. He went into Mrs. Bunny's house and saw the babies. He started counting. One, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15. Mrs Bunny, the caterpillar announced, you have fifteen babies. And do you know who won the counting match? That's right! Mr. Caterpillar. DEBORAH D1cKsoN-Grade V The Snowman's Adventure Once upon a time there was a snowman who wanted to be alive. A fairy heard him and said magic words, and then the snowman was alive. He turned around and saw the fairy and thanked her. Then when no one was looking he went to the Ice Capades and went on the ice unknown to everybody. He was very very funny and became the star of the year. He became so proud of himself that he was mean to everybody. One day the good fairy came and saw he was being mean. Once again she said magic words and he was a plain old snowman standing in the garden. MARTHA PENNOCK-GI'B.Ci6 III Wind Wind is a form of rushing air, It doesn't seem to have a care. It blows through trees and over things, It blows so hard, birds rest their wings. It blows your hair into your eyes. Yet sometimes-how still it lies! There are many things that wind can do, I am fond wind, aren't you? DENISE ROULSTON-Ci1'LLLl6 VI The Races There were thousands of faces At the races- The ho1'ses were going At all different paces. The horses were wearing, Ribbons and laces And bridles and saddles- It's fun at the races. PAMELA RICHARDSON-Gl'3.d6 IV