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

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'23 The Junior Library The Iunior Library, this year, has been a place of great activity, headed by Mary Dickson. The children have been encour- aged to take out at least one book a week from the Library, and we have found that more and more they have looked toward the non-fiction shelves, without being encour- aged. However, they have been encouraged toiread books concerning other countries. The Library Committee, consisting mainly of Form V, play an important part in the Iunior Library. Every day a member of this committee returns books to the shelves and keeps the Library tidy. Displays, this year have been interesting and included UNICEFoposters to encourage sharing with less fortunate children. There have been many additions to our Iunior Library this year, and the Library has been a vital part of the life of the Iunior School. In conclusion I want to thank Mr. Kreutzer for her advice and help in all phases of the Iunior Library's work. PAMELLA KAYSER Le Pauvre Monsieur Bonjour mes amis, je suis Coquette. le suis le chien de Monsieur La Fleur. Il est un tres gros, gras, et grand homme. Ah, le voici. t ' Ah, bonjour, Coquette. Comment vas- tu? Il rit parce que j'aboie pour lui repon- dre. Viens, Coquette, allons nous promener dans la rue du Commerce. Ou est la laisse7 Ah, la voici. Mon maitre porte un costume noir, une fleur rouge dans la boutonniere, et il porte sa canne. Mon maitre est tres elegant et tres fier ,... mais . . . moi aussi. Nous passons un mendiant aveugle avec son chien. Le chien est assis sur les pattes de derriere et dans sa gueule est un chapeau brun. Il mendie. Le monsieur et son chien sont tres pauvres. Monsieur La Fleur est bon, il fait l'aum6ne. Nous arrivons a un banc. Mon maitre est fatique, donc nous nous arretons et il s'as- soit. Le soleil brille, alors il met ses lunettes noires et enleve son chapeau, il le met a cote de lui. Ie suis en liberte. Ie prends le chapeau et je le mets dans la gueule. Ie mendie pen- dant que mon maitre dort. Apres quelque temps, un agent de police passe. Il porte un uniforme avec un kepi, ez une ceinture. Il regarde Monsieur La Fleur et moi. Soudain, il reveille mon maitre. ll l'accuse de mendier quand il est riche. L'agent de police saisit le monsieur et lv mene au poste. A ce moment, je suis en laisse, mais ce n'est pas mon maitre qui tient la laisse, c'est l'agent de police. Monsieur La Fleur pro- teste contre l'accusation mais nous allons quand meme au poste. Eh moi? Ie trouve ca tres amusante. LINDA ARNETT-Form ll Does Canada Need, a, New Flag? When Canada was a young nation, her connection with Britain was close. Canada looked to her for support and guidance. To- day, Canada is a secondary power in the world. There are still formal ties with Britain, but these are gradually lessening and soon Canada will be able to change her own constitution. With new Canadians fas in the wastepaper basket. from all over the globe, we need a flag to represent all the people, not just a portion of them. The Red Ensign with its fleur-de-lis and Union lack represents the part the British and French played in our history. What of the Germans who were established at Lunenburg even before the arrival of the American Loyalists in 1783? Today there are other new nationalties in Canada -d Ukrainian, Polish, Italian, Spanish, Indian. Iaipanese, Chinese and still others from Af- rica, Asia, Europe and South America. We do not need a flag steeped in history and tradition, we need a flag which represents Canada today and Canada in the future. Many veterans of the wars say they fought for the Ensign and to them it is a symbol of the wars. They fought for the country, not the flag. Today Canada is interested in progress: tradition is in the past, and although important, it cannot be allowed to rule our lives and our future. The flags of Canada and New Zealand are similar, red with a Union lack. The flags of Australia, and the Union of South Africa are much the same also. We are a distinct country: therefore we should have a distinct flag. Today we need a flag that is truly Can- adian, not partly British, or partly French. We need a flag which symbolizes Canadas future, not her past: one of which every Canadian, no matter where he was born, can be proud. We need a flag that says, to quote The Honourable Lester B- Pearson, I stand for Canada. JUDITH DOWLER-Form V

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22 The Library Executive Honorary Librarian Senior Librarian - Susan Hutchings - Margaret Berry Pamella Kayser Circulation Manager -- Ruth Thomas unior School Librarian -- Mary Dickson Artistic Director - Susan Guest The Senior Library This year has been an unusually busy onq in the Senior Library, and a great deal of progress has been made. ln the fall, through the kindness of the Mothers' Auxiliary, new shelves were built so that they reached the ceiling on three sides of the room and some adjustable shelves were put in for the en- cyclopaediae and reference books. This pro-- vided room for expansion and large quan- tities of new books, especially on the Sciences, were ordered. The Mothers' Aux- iliary also provided for the building of a librarians desk which has added greatly to the efficiency and appearance of the library. The Senior Library Executive and Com- mittee helped Mrs. Kreutzer whenever they could. and each had particular jobs and times on duty in the library. Special thanks should go to Kay Alexander and Margaret Upham who always remembered when they were on duty, and .often did extra work, when they had a spare moment. It is always surprising to find out how much work it takes to process new books. For each new book the librarians prepared the filing cards which then had to be typed and filed. The book was accessioned, and shellackedg labels and plastic covers were put on and a pocket and date due slip were pasted in, before the book was ready for the shelf. Approximately three hundred and fifty books were put into circulation in this way this year. Many older books were repaired by groups of mothers and the Library is grateful for the many donations of new and used books. lt has been a year of exceptional achieve'- ment in the Library, and everything points to next year's being another interesting one in this important field of Senior School in-- terest. MARGARET BERRY

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Z4 .. Xxxx c- . Uur untors fx., it X , X ,ff ' Bewitched And Bewildered The first time I saw Wellington's Witcli' was coming home on the bus. It was quite obvious that it was the 'Witchf She was dressed completely in black and wore a cloak-like coat. The bus was quite empty and I was feeling nervous. when to my re- lief, the Witch got off. The first time I heard about this 'lady in black' was when Wellington, my brother. came home and said in a very frightened voice that he had seen a witch. He does not say things like that without meaning them. Then the whole story came out bit by bit. The Witch had seen him being pushed about by a bully. She had stopped and, as Welling- ton said. Nearly turned me into a worm. but I ran away. I did not expect to see that deadly figure again but each day she would get on my bus. At last, a month after my first meeting the Witch, I followed her off the bus. For about ten minutes I sneaked behind her but sud- denly she stepped into an old house. I crept behind her. Bang! the door slammed. By now, my Witch was entering a dark and dingy room. The windows were boarded up and the shelves were filled with bottles, cups and papers. One shelf had at least six cages full of mice and hamsters. The Witch took off her coat, revealing a navy blue dress. Then she sat on a chair and was soon snoring her way to the land of witchcraft. My curiosity had now been fully aroused so I tiptoed in, but the Witch awoke. Nimb- ly I darted behind a large table, but to my surprise the Witch walked out, locking the door behind her. What could I do? Would I ever see Mummy and Daddy again? Would I starve? Then I ran out from under the t-able, screaming and pounding on that heavy oaken door. As my senses returned I quietened down. There were many objects of interest in this room -- even a television set. Now as my eyes swept my prison I saw a bottle of small explosives. I impulsively removed the jar from its place and made a small pile of the stuff. I struck a match and I put it to my pile of I-Iope. There was a flash, and, be- fore I could step back, I fainted. When I woke up, I was in a clean, white room, and the sheets on the bed were clean and starchy. Suddenly I saw the Witch. I felt like screaming but was too weak. The Witch explained in a soothing voice that I had a nasty bruise and that I had made rather a mess of my hair. Startled, I sat up and felt my hair - or what was left of it. Half an hour later I was sitting up drinking cocoa with Mummy and Daddy and even Wellington was listening eagerly to my story. It seems that the Wit - I mean Miss Turnipp was a scientist, who was not allowed to use a proper laboratory, She was compelled to wear black and to bear the name of a witch, Reporters and photographers came and very soon the whole city knew that was no Witch, As for my hair. that grew again. ELIZABETH HAWORTH-Grade VI