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

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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

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27 Perky Remembers The whole Carter family was assembled by their car, ready to start their yearly trip to Sunset Lodge, a ski resort in the nearby moun- tains. Twelve-year-old Patty and her twin brother Peter, were rushing about, doing last minute jobs, and becoming more and more excited. Although they both loved many sports, their favourite was skiing, and Christmas holidays at Sunset Lodge was looked forward to most. Mr. Carter, an athletic man from whom the children had inherited their love of skiing, packed the skis into the car, and Mrs. Carter climbed into the seat. The children hopped in and they were off. Just before they reached the lodge, Patty, her usual gaiety gone for a moment, remarked, I wonder what happened to that little deer we found and cared for last year. Wouldn't it be fun if we could find him again, added Peter. He would probably never remember you if we did find him, was Mr. Carter's comment. I see the lodge! cried Mrs. Carter and the subject of Perky, the deer, was dropped for the time being. Since it was still daylight, the children were allowed to go skiing. When they reached the top of a mountain, Peter decided to go down the steeper and more difficult side. Patty, who was not to be bettered by her brother, started down ten minutes after Peter had left. She was about three quarters of the way down the hill when she rounded a corner and saw a log, half-buried in the snow directly in her path. She saw that it was too late to swerve or even stop herself by falling. She closed her eyes tightly and braced herself for the fall. A few minutes later she opened her eyes and slowly sat up. She found herself none the worse, but noticed with dismay that one of her skis was broken. Patty finally decided to try to get back to the lodge while it was still light. She was nearly at the bottom when it started to snow, slowly at first, and then faster and more thickly. Soon the whole forest seemed to be engulfed in a whirling white cloud. Patty made her way through the waist-deep snow to a small group OI birch trees where she huddled, trying to keep warm. She did not know how long she had been there when she awoke to a silent cold world of black and white. Suddenly, one of the black shadows began creeping towards her. She tried to swallow the lump of fear which had risen in her throat and reached for a nearby stick. Just as she picked it up a small deer walked into the trees. He did not show any sign of fear, but came towards her curiously. As he drew nearer, Patty noticed something familiar about him. Then, she was sure that he was Perky the orphaned fawn they had taken care of. Suddenly, she thought of a way to get back to the lodge. It will all depend on how good your memory is, she told the little deer as sho tore a piece of bark off a nearby tree. You remember how you used to take messages back to the lodge for us when we went on hikes, don't you? she went on, as she took a match from the metal container she always took on trips and lit it. She wrote a message telling her parents where she thought she was and attached it to a crude collar which she placed around Perky's neck. She then sent him off with the command, Go to the lodge, Perkyf' The little buck gave her a knowing look and trotted off. About two hours later, Patty saw a lantern bobbing in the distance. She was soon happily reunited with her family. They had come across Perky in the woods, and Peter was sure he had passed the trees in which she was hidden on his way down so he had led them to her. You did give Perky a reward, didn't you? Patty asked. No, he scampered off before I had a chance to, but I brought a block of salt, . Mrs. Carter answered. I hope he finds it, said Peter as he laid the block down. If anyone had turned to look back they would have seen a small deer eagerly come up to the salt block, lick it, and then watch them gratefully as they started their happy trip back to the lodge. IQATHRYN NEILSON-Ci1'2ttl6 VII The Things I'd Like To Be I'd never be a monkey, Swinging from a branch. I'd never be a pony, Living on a ranch. But I'd like to be a fairy, With wings of silver and gold. Or maybe even a lion, Who's very huge and bold. I'd never be a woolly sheep, Who'd sink if in a river. Or a puppy dog in the winter, Who'd sit outside and shiver. But I'd like to be a birdie, And fly up in the sky. Or maybe a little angel, Who'd never tell a lie. PA'i'iuc1A Sraiuiow-Grade V