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

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Entertainment and Education On Friday, March 9, the last day of Education Week, many parents enjoyed an afternoon of French and music, which started appropriately with O Canada , sung in French by the Junior School. We had fun, commented Harriet Carter, Grade One. We liked dancing and singing 'Sur Le Pont d'Avignon'. We each had a basket, rose, jaune, ou bleu, said Donna Logan, Grade Two. Frances was 'Le Cerisier', and we picked trois cerises, and put them in our baskets, added Louise Nebbs. I liked the French lullaby we sang to our dolls, interposed Donna Jean Brundage, Grade Three. For Grade Four's play, 'Cendrillon', I was the Prince and Margot was Cendrillon, Diane Plick informed us. Beth was the ugly mother and she caught her high heels in her dress,', laughed Lorraine Murray, an ugly sister. Cathy Clough took my place as the other ugly sister because I had to stay in bed, we were told by Virginia Wood. My sister said that everyone enjoyed the play. After this play, six piano students gave a demonstration of music-making. All were im- pressed with their knowledge as they followed rhythmic patterns by clapping their hands to mark the value of notes, and identified simple songs played on the piano. Grade Five then sang several French songs, and ended with a telephone conversation in which arrangements were made to go to a cowboy film. Lastly, Grade Six won well-deserved applause for their play, La Vieille Dame Qui Habite le Soulierf' The Junior School programme was followed by four songs by the Senior School Choral Groups. Firstly, Gracious Saviour by C. Van Gluck, was sung with great feeling by Grades Seven, Eight and Nine. The Grade Ten, Eleven and Twelve choir then sang a composition by Handel and a negro spiritual. To end this enjoyable afternoon, the School Choir sang, Music When Soft Voices Die , by Charles Wood. DEBORAH JAcKsoN-Grade X '4'. '.fo-. , .gf 7 . f' 1 '42 ' ? a 1 . QSM! Le Tigre Va A L'Ecole Un jour j'ai apporte un tigre dans la salle de classe, mais 1l n'a pas ete sauvage. C'est un jouet et il s'appelle Pancake. Pancake n'habite pas dans la jungle fl'Afrique mais il habite dans notre inaison. Il est orange et noir comme les tigres ordinaires et il a les yeux verts aussi. Tous les tigres ont les yeux verts et ils voient tres bien. Les pieds cle Pancake sont blancs. Les tigres de la jungle n'ont pas les pattes blanc-hes, mais ils ont les pieds oranges et noirs. Pancake a de tres petites oreilles. Autour de son cou, il y a un beau ruban bleu. Pancake est un bon tigre, et assis sur ma table de toilette dans ma cliambre a coucher il a l'air tres gentil. PAMELLA IQAYSER-GI'2LflC IX Les Oiseaux Etranges Une eleve marche devant la classe avec un grand livre. Elle demande: -Qu'est-ce que c'est? La question est tres simple et une autre eleve repond tout de suite: -C'est un livre. Toute la classe sait la reponse quand l'eleve devant la classe demande: -En quoi est-il? -Il est en papier. Puis elle ouvre le livre et montre une image dans le livre. -Que voyez-vous? elle deniande. -Je vois deux oiseaux, repond une eleve. -Sont-ils jolis ou vilains'? demande-t-elle. -Ils sont jolis, repond une eleve. Oui, les oiseaux sont tres jolis. Ils sont rouges, noirs et bleux. L'eleve devant la classe demande: -Habitent-ils at Winnipeg? -Certainement non. Maintenant elle tourne la page. -Combien d'oiseaux voyez-vous? C'est tres etrange. La classe ne voit pas d'oiseaux. Bientot elle montre trois petite oiseaux au coin de la page. La classe a souri, Il est tres interessant cle regarder les oiseaux etranges. ELizAB1c'rH WVEBS-'1'Eli-ciI'2Ni6 IX

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SMILES FROM THE NURSERY SCHOOL The Light In The Dark Once upon a time there lived a family called the Smiths. They lived in the middle of a dark forest. The family was poor. Their father was a woodcutter. There were ten children and they were never sad. One day two of the children went out to fish through the ice in the pond. They were travelling towards some mountains. It was just about night and so they stopped to rest in the forest. All of a sudden they heard a crackling of a twig. The two boys quickly hid behind a tree. Out from behind a bush came a little Newfoundland puppy. He was black with a little pink tongue and he had sad, but kind, brown eyes. The puppy came and licked them. The two boys put him in their basket and walked towards the pond. The wind was cold and the snow was blowing. The boys could not reach the pond and so they stopped. Then they saw a light. It started to get closer. Through the trees came a big black Newfoundland. He went to the little puppy and licked him. Around the neck of Raddy, the big dog, a little lantern was swinging in the wind. With this lantern Raddy led the way to his master's house. They rang the doorbell and a servant answered. They were led to a beautiful room where a jolly, fat man sat on a pretty blue chair. After a long conversation the two boys found, to their surprise, that they were related to this kind old man. In fact he was their grand- father. Then the three happy people went back to the boys' house. Their grandfather asked if the whole Smith family would like to live with him in his big house. They all started to pack at once and they lived happily ever after in the big house on the mountains. LoaRA1NE MURRAY-CiT3,Cl6 IV Wind A sad wind A glad wind Going to and fro, A warm wind A storm wind Clouds coming low. A bitter wind A litter wind Paper blowing 'round, A chill wind A still wind That does not make a sound. LINDA-GAIL ARNETT-Grade VI The Glass House Once upon a time there was a glass house and a fairy lived in it. She was very happy because she had lovely dishes and furniture. She cleaned her house every day. She washed her dishes after every meal. When company came in she always had nice things like peas and potatoes. She had an extra bed in case someone came. This glass house shone like silver in the sun. The birds could see in it and look at the fairy playing the piano. Everybody loved the glass house. FRANCES EGERTON1GT3d6 II Memories of a Faded Flower When I was a seed, Small, hard, and round I lay in a bed Beneath the ground. Then I grew to a Hower, Bright as the sung As I think of it now It was lots of fun. iKATHERINE LEDERMAN-Grade IV

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