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

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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

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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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25 came out. Of course everyone in the whole city was afraid to go near the old man, but not Violet. She went very boldly up to the door and knocked. When she didn't get an answer she just walked in. She didn't see anybody so she went upstairs. There sitting in a great armchair was the old man himself. What are you doing in my house? he boomed. I j-just c-came t-to see why y-you n-never came out of y-your house, she quavered. What I do in my house is my business, he roared. Feeling a little braver, Violet asked, Why don't you ever come out of your house? Because I don't like people, he said quieting down a little bit, and you had better go before I lose my temper, but please come back tomorrow. Not wanting Mr. Confuser to lose his temper again, Violet left after she had promised to come back again. The next day Violet went again to Mr. Confuser's house. When she knocked, the door was opened very quickly, and there before Violet stood a young handsome man, not the old man she had expected. Hello, Violet. Won't you please come in?', he asked. Violet could hardly believe her eyes. I'll explain everything, he said. Please do, replied Violet, feeling very astonished. You see, began Mr. Confuser who had really confused Violet. I was under the spell of a fairy who was the fairy of Kindness to Animalsu. I was not very kind to animals so she put me under this spell. To break this spell somebody had to ask me why I never left my house. When you did, I was overjoyed. BARBARA REEVE-Grade V Things We Think We Know Hunger's a thing we think we know. We think we're cold when we're in snow, But think of some of the poor Chinese, Who starve all day and nightly freeze. They live in shacks while we in houses, They wear sacks, and we wear blouses, We think we know so many things, But not how cold and hunger stings. CATHERINE PENNOCK-Grade VI Riches If I had the riches of silver and gold I'd be a knight all handsome and bold I'd always be young-I'd never grow old If I had the riches of silver and gold. BARBARA BLICK-Grade V JUNIORS AT PLAY The Ugly Bug Little George the ugly bug, Cried all day on the big green rug. He was green and purple and pink and red, To make it worse he was thin as a thread. He was supposed to dine at a quarter to nine, With a pretty butterfly named Clementine. The poor old bug he started off, He was sure the other bugs would scoff. But the other bugs were so proud, They started to cheer and sing out loud. So who should be dancing at a quarter to nine, With the pretty butterfly named Clementine? But the rainbow bug as they called him then, Who never would be sad again. DEBORAH DICKSON-Grade V The Stream Swiftly, tumbling down the hill, Whirling, twirling, never still. In the valleys deep and wide, All around the countryside. Ever rolling on its way, Through the night and through the day. Sometimes slow and sometimes fast, Till it reaches the sea at last. SUSAN MAJURY--Grade VI