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

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o '67 After Canada was awarded the honour to have a world exposition, it was decided to have the exposition at Montreal. The site of Expo '67 covers one thousand acres, is the biggest exposition ever to be held, and is staged in a peninsula and two islands, all of which are mainly man-made. Quoting Sir Basil Spence it is a modern Venice in the St. Lawrence, To make Expo '67 possible, we required forty million dollars: enough rock and soil to equal that of the Great Pyramids: and fifteen months of hard work. The theme of Expo '67 is Man and His World . Expo allows its visitors to see the accomplishments of man in the past, those of today and what may be in the future years. The pavilions range in size from America's geodesic dome to Thailand's gilded shrineg the exhibits range from a Dead Sea Scroll to Elvis Presley's guitar, There is a tiled Tunisian mosaic from second century to a model city of the twenty- first century. A sub-theme of Expo '67 is Man the Creator . To represent this aspect of Expo '67, there are two hundred of the world's greatest art treasures from The Louvre and Leningrad's Hermitage. Types of art range from primitive Orientals to Rembrandt's paintings to Jackson Pollock's abstractions. Man the Producer is represented by the advances from the Water wheel to a fully automated factory which turns out television sets, and from a Model T Ford to a car-for-tomorrow from Italy. Man the Ex- plorer shows man's search for knowledge. In this exhibit you walk into a human cell. Canada is one hundred and what better way is there to celebrate it other than a birthday party such as Expo, and what better word is there to describe Expo, other than supercalifragalisticexpialidocious. Janis McKeag Form IV ?du6owayA Mr. Jangle, the juggler Who dances on Sundays, In the ginger-warm sun singing Songs from the Bell Tower, telling tales To the Market Square, Full of the summer Coloured like planets, And smelling high-heavenlyg Mr. Jangle, the juggler Who dances on Sundays, Chanting his rhymes out, Singing his bells out. For the Good Man Peters and their tree - eyed Wives and children, For a marvelous joy, Listening with all their ears, For they have plenty of time To give to Mr. Iangle, The juggler who dances on Sundays. Anne Morton An Expo official says, We want to feel like Form V participants, not mere observers, For a total-ex- perience firm, visit Labyrinth. This has been called a stupendous trip sans LSD, At the Telephone Pavilion, the illusion of standing at the edge of A I Niagara Falls is so real that railings have been provided to hang on to. There are seventy restaurants, one hundred and Fhckering sixty-seven snack bars at Expo. Besides common food yet stint of hot dogs, there will be such exotic foodstuff as Dangmg Thai nightingale and Norwegian smoked reindeer. yet motionless' The six outdoor band shells will be rocking non-stop. Teffifmg La Ronde, the amusement centre, covers one hundred Yet Calming' and thirty-five acres. I ean Drapeau says Expo has Eene 1 something for everyone, yet Comfoffmsi Expo '67 is the first fair to provide free trans- Beautiful portation for the masses. The parking costs are low Yet ugly, and most of the pavilions are free. If you are Imficate standing, chances are that you will be entertained Yet Simple- by minstrels. Turning the entrance gates thirty- five Extraordinary million times will be eleven million, seven hundred thousand people, of which fifty-five percent will be Americans. yet common. I anis McKeag Form IV

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me, and a painless relief enveloped me. Was this death? It was rebirth! I had lost my life and gained it again, My form, my soul, was almost crushed, but I had one branch still reaching to the sun. The sun forgave my proud stiffness and once again the tingle of flowing sap, life, overwhelmed me. Now, my form - the twistings of a single branch - is simple like a child's. Today I look on the same rippling sea of green life and feel beneath me the rock created by time and hope that humans as well as trees will search after the Sun. Cathy Campbell Form V :rw :-mi Doomed am I who stands on the precipice of the world, Gazing down upon the crumpled earth. My wings yet untried, ruffle and spread, And I fling my body without mirth, To the endless years of my re-birth. Soaring over the cliffs of time, Their rugged faces peering through the clouds, I swoop down towards a Kingdom Of verdant valleys, and stately trees bowed Before their creator with gentle awe endowed, Our hesitant glance, then upwards towards eternity, In sheer joy I glide towards the guiding light, My wings are strong, my path is steady, Oh! the freedom of this glorious flight! One gallant swirl, and I have attained yon home of might. Elaine Wadham Form VI om.. In a distant somewhere of green, A beauty-scented acre of warm retreat, She lay in self-devised cxileg Exuberant with joy of banishment From the perverse existence beyond those grassesg Devastator of man's golden image. Discovered she, this treasured plot of virginity, Untouched by civi1ization's bungling movements. . . . And soft was her thought of a moment far gone Recalled in this houred perfection, Though transient was such perfection For false was her dream: A time when man cared nothing of black and white Neither caused he the necessity for escape In exchange for this fleeing perfection. Shirley Litch FormV 17'.5' Flip!!! .i f -fi-x 9006 .SIA -cv fx M041-'ffiVff. up oo 0 I '35 X 4 HG. Full Many a Flavia Ten white faces staring blankly Empty tummies filled with little nothings Trite cliches Dangling participles Amalgamate discussion into oblivion. I-Iaphazard hands clutching minute threats to life Caffein trickling below to torture threadbare minds Four walls Denied doors Outward vision concealing inward tears. Sounds of singing desperately tuneless Go girls abominably obscure Crawling meanness Straight-laced seclusion Conditioned for a clock-work world. Elspeth Dempster Form VI

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Blaaia Wide Black is black and white is white and soon the twain will meet for all men stand eventually before God's judgement seat. Sunday is a holy day, a time to sing and rest and pray this is the time all men are equal and the same, but only for the day, On Monday, the guise of holiness is shed and prejudice appears in its stead to shield men's hearts with anger and hate, to touch their souls with its terrible taint, it renders their very eyes blind to the feelings of all but their own kind, ls Man too shallow and cruel' to see, it's not our colours but you and me, Ourselves, our minds, our thoughts and sins, it's they that count and not our skins. By a strange quirk of fate it could be you whom others hate. lt might be you whose skin is black and not the man you show your back. Dwell on this for a while then go out and smile your smile at all and sundry who e'er they be yellow, black or white like me. Then perhaps they'll smile back and this would serve to weld the crack to bring the sons of God together and keep them close at peace forever. Black is black and white is white, but I know the two will meet, With the will of God and the work of Man, on God's great judgement seat. Barb MacGibbon Form IV Wofalury ue Awww INTRODUCING WI-IALES Whale calves are born alive at sea. They feed on the whale cow's milk which contains 50070 fat, compared to ordinary cow's milk which contains 4070 in fat. The whale's lips are stiff and immovable, so the calf feeds by curling its tongue into a tube- like shape and nuzzling the cow, which discharges a jet of milk into the tube. Whales are remarkable for their ability in breath-holding. This is explained by their enormous rib cages and huge lung capacity. Also, whale meat is the reddest known, due to much hemoglobin in the blood, which absorbs oxygen and carries it to all body tissues. It is probable that the whale can store a significant amount of oxygen in its blood vessels, much more, proportionately, than other mammals, and draw on this reserve when submerged. The sperm whale can stay below the surface for an hour and a quarter as a matter of course. HARPOONING In 1860, Sven Foyn, a Norwegian, invented a harpoon gun and explosive harpoon. This invention was improved upon in 1900, and even more in the later years. The whalers are usually Norwegians, even on English ships, because of their seamanship and rugged and hearty spirit. The harpooner, usually the Captain, dashes to the gun platform along a catwalk leading from the bridge. The mate is ready at the wheel, the engineer below. There is no suggestion of a stalk because the engines throb at full speed and can be heard under water for miles around. Just then, the whale breaks surface in graceful arcs. The target is the whale's curving back, exposed only for 30 seconds at a time. Then, at precisely the right moment -- the harpooner shoots! The harpoon flies out, first the stranded nylon cord, one-quarter of an inch in diameter, then the back-up line of heavier manila. The harpoon strikes, but is hardly felt by the whale. But three seconds later, a fuse charge in the harpoon head explodes, causing folded barbs to fly out and lodge the missile firmly in the tissues. This is horribly painful to the whale, and wild with pain, the animal reacts violently and unpredictably. The victim may dive deep, coming up a few minutes later, a spectacle of blood, foam and anger, Whatever the reaction may be, the life of the whaler is always dangerous and exciting, especially that of the harpooner, who is in an exposed position. After the charge, the whale line runs out at a tremendous speed, with sufficient force to cut any man in two if he is caught in its coils. The terminal end of the line is fastened to the barrel of a huge and powerful winch on deck, or threaded through strong blocks on top of the mast, which then acts as a springy fishing rod if there is a sudden strain. The line is reeled in when there is a slack, or, if the whale swims, the catcher follows. lf there is any opportunity, the harpoonist will take a second or a third shot. It is an unequal battle.