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

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THE HOPE Hooded men in robes of white Follow a cross far into the night It blazes brightly, bidding them on But they'll be dispersed before the dawn. Black people all know their fate If they ever encounter these men of hate. Sirens screech and women scream As the blackmen riotg they had a dreamy Shots ring out, piercing the air. They riot on, their feelings bare. Clubbing and looting seems the only way Since that moment in April, that fateful day. Down a sunlit street two children dance They are the hope, they our one chance. This new generation must redress the wrong If the country once more will stand unified, strong. Detached from the anger and hate of the land A black child and a white child skip hand in hand. Allyson Treleaven Form 4 Roqwafe 52:4 GT SPECIAL SECRIFICE A FOX'S TALE A fox, a fox, a quick little fox With silky, flowing, reddish locks, Sensitive brown eyes, alert - shining like crystal Yet so still and cold at the fatal shot of a pistol. Pointed black nose dewy with moisture Blood stains and matting-hardening his fur. Bushy red mass of tail Tossed and torn on body so frail. Just the lone, lone shot of a gun None to know, but a hunter, praising himself in the sun. Little, limp animal lying there so dainty, Blood dripping from auburn hair, Was once alive, alert, and agile Now no longer a part of nature but only awhile, For his surviving young will grow and reproduce more, And the fox might live on forever, because of his young, just as before. After all, a fox kills only to live Offsetting the balance nature givesg A man lives to kill For the sake of his will. And unless Man's inability to preserve nature goes, The fox will be but a memory to his human foes. Mary Martyn Form 4 no r-rxofxni-e.rNb.r'xQe . - , handxi , odju s'l'o.ble.. cgD?x2'5uzs Fjsswn P+o+e' has con'l'o.C,+ J.Y'1Nunn mrs- 5' Bkimel Jr. JC A DEDICATION Once he was a child, alone, wandering, Searching for some form of existence, running Fleeing from the other world, the world of Money, jewels, and hate. . . He left his home: his parents. Alone, so alone, he wandered. Who is he in yonder corner surveying The child. . .the child of hopelessness, The child searching for love. . . Is he coming closer, closer. . .he now speaks to this child. . . conveys information. The child replies, receiving the news with graciousness. The man was kind. The child was able to talk, talk to his motherg he missed her so: he asked himself why he left. But now a bigger desire crossed his mind: The desire for food, friends, companionship Now he had a weapon, a method of survival I-low to apply this instrument of knowledge? He notices a boy, a young man, with a look of love. . .he loves, and the child does not. The child is considering a meal, a friend, Perhaps a trade: the child: his weapon The young man: his money: and so it was. The child was no longer lonely. . .he had a friend- The young man had many friends. . . To them, he informed of his newly acquired weapon. . . and they, they informed others. Little did they realize they could kill with The weapon. . . And so the kill began. . . ever growing. Suddenly, it was halted! Too many have been wounded. . . The young man, his friends, now it is Their time to suffer. . .their weapon became too powerful. Who learns now. . .the young man, his friends, they learn. . .their minds are no Longer dancing or gay: They are broken. But the child, the lonely child, the creator of The weapon, the conveyer of its usage, The tempter of the young man. . .Where is he? He had his meal, and is gone. Laurie Myers

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SPORTS CAPTAIN 'S REPDRT In reflection of this past year I've seen days when our school spirit seeped through the seams of our blazers 03, O, J. We were proud and yet, on most days, our spirit lay dormant waiting for its awakening. It's been a long tough year trying to replenish the school spirit that ebbs away to nothing. Volleyball and basketball season brought a few hearty yells, house tournament sparked up an occasional YA ! but died at the 1:30 bell. Spirit Week - you kids were great! We had a lot of fun. . .but were you really proud of B. H, ? In such a small school, where everyone knows one another, the spirit and enthusiasm could really be tops but it is up to you kids. Instead of complaining about the absent spirit, you personally should be out there rooting for the green and gold and putting pride and attention into school activities. Participation makes for activeness, sportsmanship makes for friendly competition, original ideas bring interest. This is the seed of spirit. It didn't grow very tall this year. . .next year-let it flourish. I wish that next year I could be here to watch the spirit grow, but I have faith in you. I know that someday that B. H. 's school spirit will be overwhelming. Writing this final report makes me sad. My three years at B. H. have been fantastic, the kids were great and residence life had its days of excitement it was a great honor to be elected sports captain its been a tough job organizing tournaments and keeping records neat and orderly fif you have seen the state of my room you'd realize my dilemmalj but I managed. I thank all of you for any help you have given me this year and a special thanks to Mrs. Kobold and all the house heads-it has been a fantastic year. My best wishes to next year's sports captain and all of you. Love and luck, Sam, Sports Captain 1? was .solo W xf A i -J s-2g..a i wi '2 -f Q1 f O Q- cQQ-9 6 '--.... s 5 0 .Sf- 9 I 1' I didn't veal Cy. N3