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

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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

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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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24 The Baby Carriage I write this in my cell, over my meal of dry bread and water. This is the story of how I made my life exciting. I was a very bored bachelor with a lot of money. I had everything a man of my standing would want. But the only thing that amused me in the least was a book by the name of How to Rob a Bank. One day I thought it over. It wasn't the money I needed. It was the thrill. Of course if I let anyone in on it I wouldn't get all the glory. So I set to work. I bought a baby carriage and a big doll. I also learned the time the corner bank opened, and the day I was going to rob it. Yes, I was going to rob the bank! The date, July 2nd, time, ten o'clock. Everything was set. I couldn't wait. Next morning I woke up at 7.15 and got every- thing ready. I put the doll on one side of the carriage and covered her with a blanket. At exactly a quarter to ten I started out and arrived at the bank at two minutes to ten. I waited until the manager came and opened the door, then I followed him in. I went to the wicket and handed the teller a note reading, Hand over all the money in the bank. This is a HOLD UP. I have a gun on you. Everything went well until I started out of the bank and saw two policemen. I was looking at them and tripped down the steps of the bank, and carriage, doll and money all went flying out. The alarm was rung! That is why I am now in this awkward position. But if someone else is reading How to Rob a Bank I have a very important rule for him that the book left out. Always Watch where you are going when robbing a bank, or better still, burn the book and abandon the idea. LYNNE CATLEY-Grade VI If I Could Change Places If I could change places with Jane, I would have a very good brain, If I could change places with Jean, I would be quite serene 5 If I could change places with Cathy, I would be exceedingly happy 3 But I honestly like to be, Really just like me. VICKI GRIFFITHS-Grade VI Number Three York Avenue There once was a mysterious man who owned a house in New York at No. 3 York Avenue. He had been left the house by an old friend but at first he didn't want the house. He said anybody could have whatever they wanted out of it and everything was taken. One day the old man, named Mr. Confuser, came to the house. He moved in and never came out. His neighbours couldn't understand how if he didn't come out of his house he got food and clothing! One day a family moved in next door to the old man. They had a little girl named Violet. She was a very kind and gentle but brave little girl. This bravery led to disaster as you will see. One day Violet was walking past the old man's house and she too began to wonder why he never READING IN GRADE ONE