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

Text from Pages 1 - 112 of the 1971 volume:

's 4' ' A K. . IQ' I' 31.5 Q , . . 4.1 ' ' ,Q'5'Ql - - -an X 'W-If f u' ie'AW-Cat-Low O owl: U w' .x I B LIVIORAL H LL SCHOOL FUR GIRLS A, f ni' ' I A f , Balmoral Hall, a Canadian residential and day school for girls, is located on eight acres of Assiniboine Ftiver frontage. The school is situated on the site of the former Riverbend School which, in 1950, was amalgamated with Rupertsland to form the present school. For prospectus or further infor- mation concerning the school, apply to: Office of the Registrar Balmoral Hall School 71 Langside Street Winnipeg 1, Manitoba Y fl W is V Q, Q, 3 , at ? L Z'5 ff Q A V ' ' f ff M Q 1 4 I X0 4, ' 7 F f!'2'g , -5 -,sew ,tw L ve 3 I L . .V Vg Y . W . 1 44 15, . -, 1 ,. K 1 ,, ,.-t--fif'95 v , 3' x Q A ' W f ' Vg ., 5' J' '. r:'42't '3:: ,,,, 1, , ' 3, . ' I ' . -fW..1:xe24 +i :stu 1 -' . ' 4 X ' , 4 '?'1g::i.' 5.52.2223 ZS'Zfifigi3 .uw , l ' ' '-gl , ,' ' . ' - Qxfiifffzitliiti tins! 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Youth: To an older person it could be just seeing someone else happy. Youth is the period of our lives when we find out we really don't know as much as we think we know . . . Youth is the beginning of everything . And youth is loving simple things, complex things, all things ,mf is fmv4 1 But most important of all, youth is us, individuals with varying ideas and beliefs. We are the faith, love, and hope for the future. Being young is the greatest feeling in the world I don't want to get old but you're only as old as you feel 8 Happiness and contentment are grouped together but not necessarily under laughter In my opinion youth comprises the most important part of the population. It is individuals, and differs from other generations. -' ,--gt. fi 1' Youth is the springtime of everything . . . Yesterday l was young Today I am young, Tomorrow: will I not always be young? Youth is chubby legs with lots of soratohesg dolls, teddy- bears, glasses of water, mommy, and - trust Youth should be a time of happiness and freedom - freedom of thought and expression M , 5 I , f 1 f 1 Youth is the time when a person learns about himself and about loving and forgiving and about God Youth is having frustrations and fears, victories and smiles . . . Youth is being surprised at how other, and older, people care for you fr ei V 1 . . . It's appreciating at odd times the beauties of nature . Youth is having good times that are always remembered Youth is coveting your neighbours' . . . Cpropertyj N A .., g i A Q , bg Or I E ff J Y 4 Youth is learning and having fun I3 And yet, there is still a sunny corner of a bright tomorrow, one corner which hate, pollution, war, overcrowding, can never quite obliterate . . . Blank faces on blank pavement are my world where Hassle and Apathy replace Understand in the dictionary where Empty talk talks on Each man is an island unto Himself where no thing is sacred and species pass from the earth and the factory chimney spouts death. Certain death. Inevitable Destruction. Man will be no more And it is Just As Well Youth is me! I am great while you have me but I do go away and sooner than you think S0 aPPf9Ci3T9 me while you have me and use me to your fullest extent I5 .ggi 'Va LLQP GREETINGS TO Tl-IE GRADUATING ci.Ass OF 1970-71 lt is hard to say farewell to students who have responded so well to the programme of studies offered to them. Courses have been altered, expanded and enriched especially for you. As a group in the classroom, you have been a joy to your teachers. So many of you have become deeply involved in your courses in the past three years it is evident that you have found the work of your high school years rewarding, and that is the highest accolade to any academic staff. As a senior class, you have been deeply concerned with the extension and definition of the rights and privileges of the student body, and yours is the first class to employ the Student Council as a strong and useful instrument of com- munication with the Board of Governors. Your example this year should be a great help to classes that follow. We shall miss you sorely, in the classroom, during games, in dramatics, in music, at assembly, and wherever we turn in the school life at Balmoral Hall. I hope you have felt the confidence we have placed in your advice and help, and that you realize how much we have enjoyed our association with you. lVly grateful thanks to each of you for the part you have taken in developing this school and my best wishes for you on your next venture. Yours sincerely, H. IVI. Perry, IVID., Principal. i-..--P' K..-,rin-fs..-',',f,-,, QM f ,-. . ,uf-wd.x J ix , , V I, X .rw 1 W .ww ' rf M- . - . . it - N: 4' -5 ,ng , ':.4f1'.'.AJ.:- 2.1.1 1.x . I .gif H .,., f 5 z- it if -2 ag ff, .,vf'rf,.x.'vf'-Xi., -og,f7f - . 1' Aj, if sp,f,4z,g,. .,,g,o',,Q-,If - fx '4' ' din, if - 1 5 -f+,. gf1!.! ,J , ,A 7' 1 , 'I Yffvvf. .:, ,MJ ..., ,- .. '.'E1,-. A , f.-ff, if X rg fy ' , ,, ri, fn, . ff Y ., 11' Q , Y Xffj ,Q 'ij' R A .' 'L , J b 1 . ,',i .- x uk ,ff v is h R , f 1 . . ,' .s ya 1 -. 4 -f ,.,,-,f, ,,.f , K . i . Y, ,J xv pf S 2 xff I 1? 21 - ,Xqs , ' ' D- 1' 1 - W x p sl W' ,,1,,,,, ,Z--. 4, ,I Back Row: Mrs. Hoag, Dr, Joubert, Mrs. Turner, Mr. Edelman, Miss Brown, Mrs. Curtis, Mrs. Curnow. Front Row: Mrs, Stubbs Mrs. Rankin, Mrs, Sures, Mrs. Sabbidini, Mrs, Sampson, Mrs. Shepard, Miss Burch, Mrs. Trevenen. SEIXIIGR STAFF Q 'vt ' 5- . ., v Ng .w 1 fr ,IN qw.. 3 f.. , If fx , Y t A -Q' I iw' vs Y - 'inf' H55-I Q 4,l!.mwl ' ' fi JUNIGR STAFF rs 57 QU! ,X Ks mi Back Row: Miss Cummings, Madame Kaufman, Mrs. Cuddy, Mrs. Martin, Mrs. Henry. Front Row: Mrs. Coyne, Mrs. Kiymkiw Mrs. Bare, Mrs. Willis. Absent Mrs. Petrie, Mrs. Kobold. EDITGRIAL From September 1970 through June 1971, the world has seen many changes, many spectacular occurrences. Natural and political crises have arisen, some unexpected. Minor skirmishes and full-scale attacks have been dealt between opposing factions. Emergency measures were enforced in Canada to deal with a national crisis. Specific trials have come to light as extreme examples of social judgement. More wide-scale pollution is being recognized. Epidemics struck certain parts of the world, and other forms of disaster wiped out thousands of people at a time. The year has been one of tragedy, of confusion. All is not despair, however. Governments strive to pass legislation to benefit their people, and scientific breakthroughs now alleviate some form or other of life. Depressed minority groups are being recognized as such and are rightly gaining equality. There have been celebrations both joyous and numerous. Individuals have found that personal achievements are rewarded through various channels. Spiritual awakenings are also trans- mitted more widely. The year has been one of happiness, of contentment. This June, a number of Balmoral Hall's girls will graduate from the school and emerge into the world at large. Each girl has her individual ambition, her hope for the future. Each has been fortunate to receive the preparation for her ventures by the dedicated teachers and staff of Balmoral Hall. The girls have been pampered, but not only so. ln the time they have attended this school, they have learned to live. Our school has been a kind of mirror of the world for the girls. Balmoral Hall was their immediate sphere of experience, but the world happenings were impressed upon them. They knew about what went on within the school, and most took an active part in its society. The world is fast changing. lts affairs are now passing into our hands, those of today's youth. We are women, and the woman's role in the world has widened. Therefore, we as BH girls have a number of enormous obligations to fulfill. Now the time has come for each girl to recognize and apply her resources towards securing for society in gen eral a world of justice, of prosperity, of peace. Connie Kucharczyk, Editor. 20 ancy: Head Girl Elisabeth: School Captain This year it has become more and more evident that the future of the boarding school is in debate. The social environment in Canada today exerts pressures on residences so that many times, es- pecially in the girls' schools, they are unable to cope with them. The trend towards breaking down the class structure has instilled in people the idea that private schools are a breeding ground for petty snobs . As well, inflation and high taxes discourage parents from paying extra for their chiIdren's education. lt would be a shame to see the private school disappear entirely. Balmoral Hall offers a good scholastic education but what is more important, it gives its girls a chance to become individuals. At larger schools, especially at the critical ages, it is very easy for a girl to lose her identity, not enough encouragement and individual attention is given. At BH, perhaps because it has a residential atmosphere, a personal touch is added to school life. The social pressures found in public schools tie., competition over clothes, boysl is, obviously, not found here and this also makes it easier for girls to really be themselves. The opportunity for girls to meet girls from all different parts of the country, to learn to live together in co-operation, and to accept and put forward different view points can only be beneficial. It is for these reasons, let alone academic ones, that schools like Balmoral Hall should not be let to fold. The urge to keep it going must come from within the school. The saying United we standg divided we fall is a true one, as is the well-worn one that the school is what you make it . School spirit should not just be pulled out once in a while - it should be the mainstay of the school. ln closing, we would like to thank you very much for giving us this opportunity to learn and to experience responsibility. Yours sincerely, Nancy Bi ley, Lis Deckker 21 E ECUTIVE CCU CIL -5 EXECUTIVE AND STUDENT COUNCILS There were 15 meetings of the Student Council this year. Although vve planned to hold meetings every second vveek, often other extracurricular activities interfered. The representatives of the council this year helped plan the dances, tally-ho, and coffee-houses, and on the whole the council worked well. As vvell, the Executive Council carried on meetings. I suggest that in future strict order be kept in these meetings, as they often proved useless. However, for the most part, it worked well. Thanks so much to all the class presidents and vice-presidents as well as the Dalton House Com- mittee for all your contributions to the running of the Student Council this year. Good luck to next year's council. Nancy 22 SQ.-r0i..QfN S,1C,kwOO :La I E.. 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E + ff W ww f l A CfC5Yq6:d 63 ,ff 'H A - ?',6f',Ff , M 'N---.SN nf: T-Ha Yj Hx J 'fizlvgemol I-I-4 Nancy Riley Our amazing! Head Girl reaIly? enjoyed Maths this year - especially those ring-perms when she was handcuffed to a certain MAN! Nancy could be seen Bobbing around the school every day, performing her many, varied duties, one of which was introducing guest speakers. After one unfortunate lapse of memory at the beginning of the year, Nance carried out this task, as well as all the rest in a cool l'?J, confident manner. Nancy took an active interest in Bridge this year, as well as certain foreign words, some of which included Zoom, Swartz, and Piphigliano. Nancy learned a few lessons this year, one of which was not to bet against sure things tTrelev and Wiswell are a dollar richerl. Her social life contained many varied events. She was a member of the Midnight Raiders to Treleaven's along with Wiz and the men, and also frequented Orgies tin a toga yetlj. Nancy took a sudden interest in hitchhiking along with J.Fl.N. one balmy spring night but NUN of her plans worked out. Baddy Riley made a magnificent debut on the stage this year as the Black Swan in the prefects' performance of Swan Lake, and continued it later by her inspired interpretation of the Wicked Witch in Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. That laugh!!! Rileychuck hits the European scene with Wiswell next year and shares lVlary's motto W.T.A.W.T.A.W.!! Lis Deckker lf he doesn't phone me tonight l'll never speak to him again! Our Frizzy Lizzy School Captain has graced our hallowed halls for three years. Her first social event of Grade 12 took place at SJR, but when she broke out in Warts the day after, she became discouraged from attending any more. However, Deckker soon found her own special angel tvroom vroomj. She will always remember the night the girls flew. As a staid Ballaterite, Deckker used her unique cheerleading talents to egg her fellow classmates on to victory. Deckker's Latin classes must have been too much for her, as she caught mono twonder who from'?J Even Judy couldn't get her up. She managed to keep up with her Lonely Hearts Club answer- ing service, though. Good luck, Deck, and don't distract those sailors, sweetie. 25 Kathy Burch lt's Keithy H. for Kathy B.! Kathy, our residence head, did a great job as being a head? In Grade 11, when she was also head of Dalton, Kathy frequently received presents in the male. They seemed, however, to stop abruptly. Nasherly, as an avid church-goer, Kathy has been seen weekly for the past three years at All Saints Church, dressed to kill! . . . Funky, eh Burch? Actually, to practise for those events, she joined in with the metzos. Kathy was forced into phoning SJR on numerous occasions to arrange double council meetings, all in the line of duty tof course!! Also, Kathy fulfilled the position of Cupid in the ever-famous Lonely Hearts Club. On the fateful ski weekend at Thunder Bay, Kath was put out of commission and as a result, our super cheerleader was put out of A-C-T-I-O-N! But her lips escaped harm, luckily for , her flute, eh Squirch? Good luck at NAIT next year, Kathy! Margaret Burns I need a translator! wails the innocent school girl. It is, of course, Maggie, Leslie's identical twin and Grade 12's first-term president. The year went fine 'til Xmas when you might say, it was the straw that broke the Fish's back, sorry - knee, and kept her in stitches the last term. Fish, what's the water really like in Tache Hall - good enough for briggs-ed out sailing ships? During school, Maggie was the energetic if distraught cheerLeader. l Now listen my friends and you shall hear . . . J, and was in charge tshe was, wasn't she?J of the literary section of the yearbook. She was also the strongest supporter of the koffee-klatch where she caught up on the latest about SF8tU and others. Then, off in the buggy, with grate- ful hangers-on, for better sights - like Altona and free lunches. lRazzy Red this time, don't you think'?l Although she was not a geography student, Margaret, with droopy eyes, had a great interest in Ireland. If her wish comes true, we'll be saying, Dr. Burns, I presume, though Heaven help the interns! Joy to the fishes in the deep-blue sea and best ever, Maggie. Whatever will we do without your eternal organizihg ? Barbara Campbell The school's greatest pessimist, Barb's favourite saying is, Well, there's another test I failed. Actually, a 98'V, failure mark doesn't really sound so bad. Early in February, she announced her divorce from Howie. That was to be expected, judging from their frequent and loud Discussionsf' But now they're once more back together, ready to try it again with a British honeymoon. Stop the car, there's another beautiful guy! Oh Howie . . A strong supporter of the yearbook fJunior sectionl, one-fisted volleyball and t?J track, Bramble enjoys early May morning constitutionals and buses. However, early biking against a 30 mph northerner is not so appealing. She's also a faithful alto and attender of SJR functions, tBarb, was it once or twice?J. Other activities include being Noah's little helper during The Flood. Canned you find that glass one? Try your hope chest. Lotsa luck in Maths at the U of W, Barb. 26 Cary Crocker Knock knock - Can l come in? Cary made her first appearance at BH in Grade 10, then took a short holiday back at her home in Vancouver for Grade 11. However, not being able to stay away, she came back to us for Grade 12. At the beginning of her graduating year, Cary in the Lonely Hearts Club was O'Conned into the position of janitor and ended her year by Strutting around the halls. 3:00 seemed Cary's favourite hour - going to the hospial, opening doors for wayward chicks, and cutting her hair - all three traumatic experiences. Mama Bear had a fetish for bottles this year - house points of course! Cary deserves the Sweetie medal for her thoughtful little gifts, like a valentine for everyone, and for being a jolly Santa. Crockett was game for all the sports, and tried out for numerous teams - so what if you ended up on the casualty list every time - eh Cary? The little kids that Miss Crocker will eventually be teaching after hheg time at U of M will certainly be lucky. We'Il all miss Crockett and wish er t e est. Susan Folinsbee Don't mind me, you guys, l'm really not this crazy! Silly Sally has been a constant source of entertainment to us since her arrival in Grade 10 from Susie's land, more commonly known as Lynn Lake. She has one big hobbie: man-hunting. Of course all of Sue's young men, which mostly have the name Dave, love her RED hair, her unconquerable appetite, and her absurdity. Sue at the beginning of Grade 12, stayed at a private home, but, fortunately for us and unfortunate- ly for Moden, she came back into residence. Residence, being a drag for Sue after so many good times, made her accept the position as Vice-President in the Lonely Hearts Club. Sue is an avid Craig Gowan fan who scares all the baseball fielders when she is up to bat! What a striker! Wow! Moden will never forget Silly Sally and I don't think either of them will stop showing or talking about their unique experiences especially in Montana and Kenora. Sue's extracurricular activities include Badmin- ton, Scottish highland dancing, piano playing iHouse of the Rising Sun is now famousl, and being witty, charming, and fun with people. Next year Sue will be attending U. of Manitoba in the Interior Design course! Good luck BIG RED. We wish you every success! Jean Forrest Parties, parties everywhere! Come on girls, we'lI see you there. This Souris swinger has really made the year a pleasant one for everyone. Jeanious Jean graced the hot lunch table every day, and is known as the Champion Chocolate Pudding Downer of the class. The den mother could also be found trucking in triangular trade between Tache, Voyageur, and a certain barbershop - is it something about Fort Garry, Jeanie? Later she became initiated as No. 1 Green Avenger, and participated in many a drenching but Valiant struggle. A permanent customer at Queenie's Crash Pad, Jean could be found wiping chocolate pudding stains off British History Alive, or tidying up for an unexpected guest. Lots of fellows were always around, some in the trees, some on the ground . . . drop me a line some time, Jeanie- baby. Either U of M or W will have to prepare for this nutty BH morsel next year. Rots of ruck, Jean. 27 Elizabeth Haworth Never discouraged, except in her faith in JGC, Liz turned up again for her 11th and final year in BH. Unfortunately f'?l for the day-girls, we lost her to Res for the first term. Did Liz start something with her terribly long baths? Qm will be forever grateful for her Sunday night nurse - every weekend. After her type-cast performance in our Christmas play as the Angel-Devil-Conscience, Liz returned to normal, by once again joining the forces of the day-girls. Never breaking any rules unless she had permission, a familiar quote appeared: But l've already floored it! - and she still travelled at 10 mph. Liz accelerated lsomething her car couldn't dol to success as Miss 1971 Glen Gairn. Our star baseball player was too busy ful- filling her tasks as Head of Photography on the yearbook staff to attend any of the games, but, for her brilliant lay-outs, we forgive her. Moden's and Mrs. Sures' one wish is that Liz'beth give up eating Hershey-ettes. We'll all miss Howie's salty wit and unprofessional medical advice. lf Queens finds that you're too much for them, we'll see you at U of M. Best of Luck, Hayworth! Helen Hay Oh, no! I haven't studied my history! Helen led us to believe that all she did was horse around, but her report card showed differently. Hay was also ace at measuring the worth of each class, a good preparation for the unrestricted life NEXT year at the U of M. She could often be seen Snooping around a Maths room, or else passing time at A. W. Sals ESquire's. Exhibitionist at heart, Helen spent a lot of time on stage, catching her Beauty Sleep or singing John Barley-Corn. She did her bit to get this yearbook together, and was a faithful servant of the alto section of the choir helping to keep us always off-key. Helen made her grand entrance on May 7th with a certain C.K., and as we all know, Boys go on the left side, hey, Hay? B.H. will be sad to let Miss Hay go, because for an entire 12 years, she has been a martyr, er .... student at this hallowed hall. On to better things, Helen! I Connie Kucharczyk 5 Green Avenger strikes again! Connie began this year in a flurry of bills, papers, receipts, advertisements . . . in other words as Editor of our yearbook. We could count on a meeting with the yearbook kids almost every day. After hearty lunch hours, Constance would crash in not too promptly for a certain class with a certain Peter E. idealistic, Connie always had good intentions, but . . . May 7 was the scene of a double celebration for Connie. After all, not everyone hits eighteen on the night of her Grad or escorts a lovely lady to the dance, does she? Only Hey-Hay knows for sure. Connie tended to take princely soles in her theatrical endeavors this year, even though she was reduced from King Herod to a handsome prince on a squeaky horse. Our Russian Princess wasn't content to end her year in a hearse! It took Peter the Greattestl, to pull this filly into line, for she's no Moscow Mule! Connie plans on taking Journalism at Carle- ton in the coming year. We all wish you luck, Con, especially if you crash with Wess. 28 Cynthia Lone I just had the best time. No kidding! Our buxom fire chief tBf2l knew the location of every door in the school tshe should after 6 yearsl and put them to good use. But it sure took her a long time to find Aiken's House door - until January. It seemed that every time she went to SJR she had to go to the John. However, once she overcame her problems and cleared up her nick-name tThanks, Mr. PJ, she danced to a new tune - the Highland fling. Braemar's Papa Bear and the Grade 12 vice-pres. tfirst terml was the winner of the Supporting Role of the Lonely Hearts Club. Cindy, stop blushing. While not living out new sayings like The Lone Fire Chief Burns 'm Burns , she might be found sporting red hunting caps or absorbing Coles Notes. Or, during first term, calling, Hey-ey Haworth who obediently trotted over to hear the latest from home mails Clone contributed much to all teams and other sports activities A crash course in Mme. Joubert's French class, was necessary to prepare Montpellier U for the worst. We hope you enjoy U of M to the fullest and please don't blow up their Chem labs. Leslie Lu Qui Our patient t?i Choir, er . . . Prayers, er . . . Assembly Head Q73 could always be heard at 8:50 saying, Help! What am I going to do for Prayers? However, even the last minute rush always developed into a variety of terrific Assemblies. One of the Big Three in the Metzo section, Leslie's quiet t?l voice alwaysncame on strong. She had a rather starchy time with potatoes until Christmas which Petered out into Macdonald's chips. Leslie's Little early morning bird watchings led to the next weekend's confinement. One of Leslie's favorite expressions was, I wouldn't be caught dead there. texcept at noon ducking into a car, eh, Les'?i However, she got to know the city better, including Gimsa. Leslie's tidy appearance tends to be deceiving, for she is reknowned for fighting her way into one of B.H.'s messiest lockers. Although her BH twin is not quite identical, they were inseparable until that fateful ski .week- end when Marg's knee got in their way. Leslie's plans for next year are still un- decidedg either UBC or Western, and she plans to move to Windsor on June 24. We'll all miss her. Good luck in your future endeavors, Leslu. Mary Martyn is if To Mary the Oscar for a Silent Performance these past 2 years, a well-deserved title for the class's only, tthere should be morei, non-participant in the local gossip. If you ever publish the secrets you've heard, Mary, the whole school is sunk!! Mary's uniform was neater than most, but fluorescent socks? - where are my shades? However, at Grad Mary prettied up and floated in triumphantly with her Persian rug. Her fortitude on the dance floor with the deafening band surprised us all. Watch it, Mary! Her Toilet-Bowl Stories, which kept Grade 12 in giggles for days, will never be equalled in English. Of course, it was the original dialect that did it. Mary will be at U of M next year in Physio-therapy. Adieu, Mary, and good luck. 29 Liz Moden Hjgaspi I was so shocked lgaspj l just didn't know what to do! jgaspf' Moldy, our delightful and charming head of Braemar, came to us from, would you believe, the sticks? fKenora, Ont.j As head of Braemar, Moden showed us her house had a fantastic amount of spirit. Her residence life was made complete by num- erous phone calls from Eddie, Freddie and Trevie. However, when these phone calls ceased to be, Liz gladly accepted the position of secretary of the Lonely Hearts Club. Lizzie had the most peculiar habit of getting into predicaments, like the time her blue jeans pant leg fell down at her dancing performance. Kind of em- barrassing, eh Moden? In Grade 11, Liz had an interesting rendezvous with a young man named Mark Rake. Are you sure that's what his name was, Liz? Moden and Folinsbee were always seen fighting and we are still wondering how they ever roomed together. Liz's other activities consisted of modern jazz dancing, Sunday school teaching, and man-hunting with Sue. Does Moden spend more time cleaning her room or messing it up? We're still wondering. At any rate, we wish this blonde bomb- shell all sorts of luck in her future enterprises which may be Engineering at Queen's or Architecture at U of M. Whatever, we will miss our funny, frizzy friend Lizzie. Janet Nutter This Head of Craig Gowan had the distinction of being half of the Janal Trevnut association. Famous for her high dives and subsequent bruises, Nutter excelled herself throughout the year. Our A-Jorgography student had a special interest in Mexico. On a dinner occasion at the beginning of the year, a new method of measuring earth tremors was invented in shakes per Janet. Did Janet really want to hitchhike home from SJR that night? Our guess is yes! Mary, Leslie, Nancy and Al thank Janet for reopening Nutter's Taxi Service after a bit of friendly persuasion. Gracias and good luck, Nuts. Ellen Paterson WWOW, that's me, Wicked Witch of the West says our beautiful Irish Sports Captain. Ellie did a fantastic job this year although she is not a sporty person herself, eh Ellie! Her favorite pastime is eating and going on diets because of boredom of life. She is also President of the Lonely Hearts Club. Ellie loves taking hold of a situation especially when a burglar is coming into residence - Moden phone 999, Burch get Mrs. Turner, Judy don't be scared and Riley - where's Nancy, did the man get her? Ellie never needs to worry about going bald: Hair is her most abun- dant treasure. Ellie's Yellow Bomb is the President of the Cars Liberation Move- ment. Ellen is always in search of some TALL, LEAN, HANDSOME, ANTl-ES- TABLISHMENT YOUNG MAN! We can hardly wait to meet the lucky guy. Ellen has been going to B.H. since she was a little wee girl and next year she will be adjourn- ing to Switzerland! Look out, YOUNG . . . SWISSMEN, here she comes - WWOW! Good luck, we'll miss ya! 30 Sylvia Ftonceray Quoi'? Our Glen Gaim head made her first appearance at BH wearing her tight jeans and orange shell. She reformed to city ways, however, thanks to KB's blunt comments, and is now the best dressed chick in Res. Due to frequent nocturnal phone calls, Sylvia had to catch up on her sleep in shining glory. An avid ballet fan, her favourite stars are KB, LD, and Rudolph Nureyev. Sylvia is on probation in the LH'sC, as she seems to do pretty well on her own llittle yellow MG's, shoe salesmen, Frenchmen, Eagles, etc.l. No doubt next year, Sylvia will reach the peak of culture by the finishing touch of a true Parisian accent. Bon voyage et bonne chance, Sylvie! ix etfT 7'y Emily Smith Cathi Sanden Cath danced in from the promised-land of Big E in fine form. Our second-term vice-president made many useful contributions to Student Council l'tListen you guys, I've got a plan l, and showed up to take attendance with remarkable punctuality when MW couldn't make it. The J-lngle Machine made its appearance every night at 10:00 to pick up our blooming beauty, smiling that silver-dollar smile. As entertainer in the LH'sC, Sanden made a fine showing at Talent Night - in fact, she stole the show with her never-to-be-forgotten sense of humour. On top of all these hidden l?l talents, she even managed to be a really far-out lapply actionsl athlete. Cath's ex- quisite, melodious, exotic, ear-splitting, piano-wrecking, glass-shattering music filled the air. Purple-People Eater , I Want to be Bobby's Girl , and l Will Follow Him comprised some of the varied selections. We are all looking forward to her,class reunion when she gets her teeth off. Cath's fluent French - JE SUIS DU CANADA JE NE PEUX PAS PARLEY FRANCAIS - Pas-talk should stand her in good stead in her travels to France, etc. Emily, our neither here nor there student, always had a cheery smile and warm welcome for us each morning. She could regularly be seen running off to her little blue dart at noon with other members of the fearsome foursome. Driving a car was .never one of Emily's strong points however. Bus drivers seem to be attracted to Emily as some of us found out one afternoon on the Maryland Bridge - Oh, he'll stop for me! He's a man, and everyone knows - Ladies First! Being of a broad English background, Emily was delighted when her cousin John arrived from the old country -7 Oh, hes just my fourth or fifth or sixth . . . cousin . . . barely any relation at all! Aastrong member of the alto section of the choir, Emily managed to keep on tune 'with the help of NB and MW bellowing behind her although HH and JH were trying their hardest to throw her off key. Her theatrical talents were well represented also, but for some reason she was always afraid of losing her' sheep to wolves or bandits. Emily plans to attend U of M next year hoping to write poetry for the Manitoban while majoring in English. Best of luck from all of us, Em. 31 ' ,- . Pussi Swan l don't want to hurt him, but if I don't go out with No. 93, No. 25 will never forgive me. Pussi, a veteran of BH for W2 years, came tripping through the gates all the way from Nova Scotia. Pussi's Grade 12 year was a Rocky one, full of ups and downs, but she seems to have survived. A fanatic for fresh air, she lost her screen mysteriously . . . most unfortunate since it resulted in acute tonsilitis, mono, rheumatism, cancer, and various other ailments. Visits over the hill to Grandma's place were frequent . . . funny how rarely she could be reached there. She was the star of Ballater's baseball team, and all Ballaterites mourn the fact that cigarette packages don't count for house points. We'll always miss Pussi's little favours and her giggle the, he, hel. Too bad she never made the Lonely Hearts Club! Best of luck, Swanny, in whatever lies in your future! Judy Taylor 'il'll be down in a minute! for 97 or 98l. , Judy comes from the booming megalopolis of Grand Rapids. Twinkle-toes Taylor trotted off every Tuesday to teach Moden to dance. She also had to go through about 11 Chemistry tutors in search of Mr. X , and even managed to learn some Chem. For a time, Judy liked Bobbing for grapes, she was most successful at the Fireplace on her birthday. Many happy returns! lt's a good Ting that at Grad she had a hold on herself. Judy turned down the position of answering service in the LH'sC twhich Deckker accepted Willinglyl, but took the position of social convener instead. Judy took a long time getting ready for church . . . what for? . . . Neiling or impressing her Sunday school kiddies? Have fun at U of W, Europe, U of M? Allyson Treleaven Big Al, our Ballater House Head started off the year with a Harrising experience. After that, things began looking up for her. As Bay Representative, she walked for MYLES and MYLES around the men's sweaters and underwear departments, but always seemed to have enough energy left to watch the late-night movie. lt can be vouched that Trelev never missed the Saturday Special - except once! No, Wiswell and Riley and the crew were not under the influence, Mr. Treleaven, honestly! An associate of the Janal Trevnut and Biggle Connal partnerships, Al was also one of the big 3 in the Mezzo section. She took part in many dramatic ventures, running from a swan in Swan Lake, through The Virgin Mary to one of the Seven Dwarfs. lt is no wonder that after such characterizations she was chosen the Belle of the Ball at Grad ffor being the most improved, of coursei. Christian charity has got to Allyson until June 2nd. This summer she is off to Europe and plans to return to the U of W to learn how to earn her Livingston. Keep up the support of the British, Al, and always vote Yorkistl!! 32 322 B3 l .. tn. ' 'N -1' sr' . A shriek resounded thru the lower corridors first day of school - I came back. lt was Wiswell. Goody Wiswell upheld the alto section of the choir with her heart-breaking renditions of We Need One Another and I Gotta See Jane. Badminton provided a social highlight when Mary became engaged to a fine young bloke. So popular is she with the boys that one chap fthe fellow she is engaged tol had to make a date a few months in advance llike for next New Year'sl. Our 2nd-term class presi- dent and secretary of the Student council has devised an infalliable system for at- tendance and has it down Pat. Betting went on every morning as the Byrning question always was - Five to one she'll come. Goody and company specialized in midnight raids to the house of Treleaven and the Fort Garry. Next year, Mary will be in the European circuit, her motto being - Where theres a window there's a way! Yes, Mary came back, and we're glad she did! Good fortune to you, Wizzy. Laurie Wesson After being Persecuted at the Westminster by a Species of Hawk, this tall blond chick came trekking down to B.H. around mid-term, to flash us all her Crackling rosey smile! Our mature student l?l could always be found dashing off to Maths, late as usual. Another Souris fan, she could often be seen with Jean tripping around a certain Barber Shop pole. This Crosby, Mosby, Stills and Nash fan took to her 10-speed as soon as the weather cleared. She was fortunate to have Canadian Tires on her machine to equip her for long trips tracking the Green Avenger lwhich was rather a Ruff taskl. Across the river at Aiken's Annex, better known as Queenie's Crash Pad, Laurie proved herself a ravishing hostess the next day - 'lMore punch anyone? Actually cherry kool aid was good enough for Laurie. Blow your mind - with con- stant luck in the future Laur. Mary Wiswell Clara Wong Puny Pumpkin, PP. for short, dropped in on us out of the sky from Hong Kong in Grade 11, and lucky for us, stayed until Grade 12. Although Clara is a day girl this year, she has spent most of her time in Residence cooking noodles especially for BIG RED, and talking to Moden. Clara loves playing tricks - especially to get 8- track stereo sets. Wongie, our top mathematician, never ceased to amaze Mrs. Byrne with her modern techniques of solving problems. Clara hates fundamental principles. As a member of the Craig Gowan team, Clara always attended games, but she complained of being too physically weak to participate. Clara's social life is at its peak this year: she can often be seen surrounded by 5 to 6 young men at a time. Of course, Clara loved it in Queenie's pad, so we often dropped in on her to find out our financial situation, she being Treasurer of the Lonely Hearts Club. Next year you will see Clara walking around the U. of M. Campus or in the pharmacy building, trying to blow IT up. Take care and lots of luck, Clara. We will miss you a lot! 33 ill' GRADE ll if Andy Bell Shelagh Carter Janet Hagen Lorraine Cramp 0- 45 Sheila Harrison 34 Susan Bennett Lesley David Lynne Johnson Linda Laing Nancy Lemon ' f , Frances McKewen i Kathy Macdonald Louise Nebbs Q v '.n' :E in c . C5 2 .Q - Nancy Russell Missing: Bonnie Shore Diana Fioblin Josephine Yang 35 Q ,si Q if ' I7 miie 5 A' 'ir 43 I Back Row: M. McKenty, R. MacDonald, B. Jacks, D. Stillborn, P. Gibson, S. Trigg, M. Whittaker, H. Carter. Front Row: J. Lawson, T. Graham, M. Ballem, S. Raymond, B. Everett, A. Mallon, L. Yetman, D. dePaiva. GR DE 10 The party was at McKenty's. Mandy arrived in a Mercedes-Benz and Pat came wearing the Gibson look. lt wasn't long before the entertainers, Laurel and Hardy, stumbled in. There were water Mallons, Raymond pies, and Graham crackers. Everyone had to Sheron share alike. They watched a western starring Roy Rodgers and Trigger when they were rudely in- terrupted by Dolores, who flew her P. W. Lawson plane into De Paiva-ment and we had to Carter remains away. Meanwhile Debbie, the Stillborn kid, was playing Jacks with Bev. They were oblivious to the accident. They were still there when everyone went to MacDonald's for hamburgers. The next day funeral services were held for Dolores and Everett-body was there. 'Throughout the sermon, the Whity-undertaker was Mary. The Grade Ten Party Back Row: D. Salter, J. Copp, K. Kelly, V. Havelock, K. Richardson, A. Everett, l.. Edwards. B. Ashdown, D. Stevens M. Crulkshank. Middle Row: M. Cook, P. Creery, J. Doble, M. Bennett, M. Klassen. J. Saunders. S. Stewart, B. Vllrlson, E. Sitter, H. Carter. Front Row: B. Wllkins, C. Wescott, D. Speers, J. Chegwin, M. Burns, L. Valentine, M, Watts. GR DEQ Will you ever forget . . . . . The Legend of Love and Come Blow Your lvlind with lVle ? . . The Battle Scenes on the Division Boom board? . . Cromwell and the Inspector? . . When the 'bat' almost flew? . . Here come the Teddy Bears? . . Louise's Diseases? . . See me, feeled me? . . Our hole? . . Bring on the Pigs? . . Cherniak's Groovy Whites? . . . Karen's attacks? Will you ever forget the time . . . . . . Joce tired to brush her teeth with Clearasil after lights out? . . Jeanette went to the Northstar with Dawn? . . Brenda made a long distance call for a little friend? . . . Pip and Joce gave Lynn and Susan's room a White Christmas? . . . The bean got shaved? Will you ever forget . . . . . . Barb and Karen's - - - fights? . . . frozen French? . . the Gossip Gazette? . . the birthday victims? . . King of the Grizzlies? . . Our outstanding academic potential? lcoff, coff, wheezej 37 Back Row: M, lVlcGiverin, L, Riley, M. Kell, K. Gibbon, S. Cohen, B. Jacks, J. Hovmand, K. Smith, J. Hollo. Front Row: VV, Lu Qui, B. Johnson, B. Bereznay, J, Everett, T. Nesbitt, M, Siddall, R. Rocco. GRADE 8 GRADE EIGHT'S AIVIBITIONS AND FATES Kirby . . . to beat Raquel Welch Tracy . . . to beat Yul Brenner Mary . . . to bend at the waist Kathy . . . to beat Cupid Brigette . . . to win David Cassidy Jane E . . . to remember her lunch Barb . . . to always be the kisser-breaker-upper lgot you there, Kathy! Leslie . . . to be a Pan-Am skier. Fate: L-A surfer Wendy . . . to be a Liberace. Fate: Bach Rachel . . . to be a great hockey player. Fate: to get on a pair of skates Judy . . . to hit a home run. Fate: to make it half-way to first base Jane H . . .to be belle of the ball. Fate: she is! Marcia . . . to ride on the Can. team. Fate: to fall off her wooden horse Brenda . . . to sing during the day. Fate: to howl at night Sheri . . . to have a mixed party. Fate: her brother Ria . . . to be a lawyer. Fate: the accused 38 Back Row: H. Menzies, D. Metcalfe, S. Geddes, M. Campbell, J. Reid, M. Macdonald, T. Thornton. J. Ashdown, S. Jessiman, S. Coyne, J. Whiteford, M. Wescott. P. Sifton. GRADE Once upon a time there was a girl named Shutalebella. One day she was walking along the river to her school. As she was walking, she Met a calfe. lt had been run over by a big Whiteford. Fortunately, the bad driver Wescoft. The policeman began to Reid the charges. You will be fined ten gold Coynesj' he said. 'By the way, why were you going so fast? The driver told the policeman that he had just been going to Geddes Driver's License. So he drove off home. Soon he saw his wife Jessi, man did she look good. She was Sifton flour for cookies. Soon they were ready for baking. She picked up some charred wood from the fire. It was very hot, though, so she threw the Ashdown again. Now, Mrs. Jones had four small sons. They were very poor students. Their reports had come today - she anxiously tore the envelopes open. Straight E'sll Horrified, she ripped up the cardboard on which were carefully printed the little Menz ies. But she forgave them soon and they all went out to MacDona!d's for a Thornton Special, the biggest hot dog around, along with a hearty bowl of Campbelfs soup. Q.. i 'Q T gf 9? i 6 it 1 RESIDENCE u A I y Ai I f Fr' l nl' llgak V E.. - l , l Aikens House was once again invaded by the mature women of Grade 12 this year. Although it was occupied by fewer kids than previous years, they managed to make just as much noise and have as much fun as any other year. C2 provided happy evenings for those with Eagle-eyed friends, and Andy's Barber Shop set the scene for many a hair-raising experience. Willie's Walnut House became a second home to a few nuts, and Deckker rarely failed to provide entertainment for our Dalton House friends every night at 10:30 t1O:45?J. Judy and lvloden will always be remembered leaving Tuesday nights for dancing - you say your best performance is doing the Freddy, Liz? Easter holidays were enjoyed by all, particularly by one famter who just had to go out to Regina to check the Wheat field situation. While throughout the pre-Grad year the young men from our brother school were often disdained, they became immensely popular around the first week of May. C'Is he in Grade 12? How tall is he? Does he know me? I need a date!!?i Although everyone can hardly wait to get out of this place, the residence will always hold great memories of the closest friendships ever made, some fantastic times and the realization that board- ing made you learn how to live with almost anyone. I don't know how the staff ever made it through this year, but l think they lespecially Mrs. Turneri did a wonderful job of making Aikens House a great place to live. Thank you! Kathy Burch -.,.,....,...., - Y i M! il: 1 i , r l il 1 y it 1ygg.,.f5:gr-e k ' 1 .wfihfzi 2 W, , . 4 Ju-yvwvm 1, .Y A 4 , f Q 1 me 'gy xiii gli? W E? .f it Y rin , r 1 3 'mf KL...- yi Hur ME4 . f, sf, wa 'U -fi? -4' v 1 .4 x xi l Yu F511 . F Ni Ju.rULQrN SCLXQQ -so nf 1 'i 1.4 i I wifi 4., N.. i s 5 'J' ,V-...,.,,,, 5 w ' y karl-Q, ' 1 M Jw ' ' I ' f Y , a 'ak , Q I V 'V 7' -Q.. 1, -' A ' K 2 r F 2 I A,g ? 'f' 1. DE 1 Back Row: C. Armstrong, Lynn Wasson, H. Purves, N. Macdonald, C. Noren, J. Pollock, Lisa Wasson, J. St. John. Front Row: K. Bailey, W. Buchanan, N. Gordon, A. MacAulay, G. McDonald, P. Gray, C. Dyck, M. Brodsky. Absent: K. Purvis. URSERY SCHGDL . .. . '1'f M ? - Y ?'M ' ffl :sg . F'-fw Y77 4' ' It-sw k. iff,-v N bignf ,, ,. A . f1f',f11: W '. ' ' 'A r 1 A 4' 1 ' A . .- h , Qu' KI DERGARTE , . mamma-ff? - 'f r , gy33.,,Q3,-gh., i- X --.. XX M -,gfxfil ' . fl. ,ix- Y 'I . 9 W , ' ' Q QF . nl: Qi , ' A 1 . 'A-,.4,R1K 'I-'ifgn ,I J JJ, 'a'a.4.'wEa2 -- V H 'lvq A , I 4 'Al' : x r ' - 5? Q x vt: ' M Q1 f 2 3 Ev 1 'Q , .455 Sfowf e Mwumu...emrH1samriF by Stacey lKindergartenX YOUTH Youth brings to mind the Juniors in our School. This year I have visited the girls in Grades 2-6 and have seen a bunch of enthusiastic kids who are working for their yearbook and their houses. ln the play- ground, they swing and slide, and play games. Their usually bright, cheerful faces are sometimes sad and tear-stained, but they are always active and full of spirit. l just hope that their enthusiasm does not wear off as they grow up to take their place as leaders in school and elsewhere. Barbara Campbell Representative for Junior School 1. f- it 46 THE JUNIOR SCHOOL CHRISTMAS CONCERT On December 15th, 1970, the Junior School put on Christmas plays for the parents. The Grade Threes did a play called Patty's Christmas , and it was directed by Mrs. Henry. The Grade Fours did a play called The Christmas Rose and it was directed by Mrs. Bate. The Grade Sixes did a play called The Emperor's New Clothes , and it was directed by Mrs. Coyne. Lastly, the Grade Ones, Twos, and Fives did a Christmas Pageant in which some of the grades sang and some acted. The Junior School felt that the parents enjoyed this Concert, and we hope that they did. Elizabeth Cherewan Grade 6 .Y Q m,,.,,9, , -fx f-ti X. A SCHOOL OUTING On Friday, January 15th, 1971, the Balmoral Hall Junior School went to the Centennial Concert Hall for the Children's Symphony. The accompanying teachers were Mrs Enns Singing Mrs Willis Grade 23 Mrs. Petrie, Grade 13 Mrs. Martin, History and Madame Kaufman French The concert included parts from The Nutcracker Suite and Peter and the Wolf interspersed with narration from the story. The concert was quite interesting and enjoyable. Aftenivards we were picked up by bus and delivered to the school. lsanne Werner Grade 6 47 ,ll 1 ,g,.- 'WG This year Grade 5 has had some good times at school. We have been to the Art Gallery, running from picture to poster wondering what's next. Then there was our trip to the Museum of Man and Nature. That was interesting, though a lot of chattering and giggling went on, and a few times we had to be shushed. Those were all nice field trips, but we could be satisfied with just a game, such as baseball. lt's a simple game, and we don't play by the professional rules. Projects are exciting, especially when there is a prize in the end, and there was! Twenty-five dollars was the prize! We were supposed to do a project on Manitoba. It was a great contest! Lorraine Ashdown and Elizabeth McDonald won! ln February, a man with long hair, jeans, and a bulky sweater came to give us a lecture on drugs. Actually, he looked like a drug addict himself with his wire-framed glasses and hairband on his forehead. Well, anyway, let's get on with it. Everybody combed her hair and fixed her tie when we saw him. But not all the time do we have fun. There are such things as the dooms of school . There are blackboards and those irritating P.L.O. signs, and sometimes we feel that we would rather erase the whole thing and never see any of it again. And we do get tired of always trying to get to A from B in Language. We often go off on a tangent. ln spelling, pens run out in the middle of class. Then there is the lecture from Mrs. Coyne saying t'You must always come to class with your pens full. Mrs. Kobold is always ready for our great protests about volleyball. Anyway, if it is a nice day, would you like to go in and play volleyball? We wouldn't' Stampedes for lunches were extremely common in the whole Junior School, until the Grade Sixes took over. But we still get a little stampede in here and there. Well, that is all we have to say about our Grade Five year! GRADE f-1315. as P 'J the eggs LITERARY CONTEST RESULTS JUNIOR POETRY 1. The Sad Clown ......................... Sandra Geddes 2. A Funny Thing ls Fashion .... Brigitte Bereznay Life .................................... ,...... T ami Thornton HM. A Dream ........ ........,.... W . Fair Blue Power ...... ..... M aria Siddall JUNIOR PROSE 1. The Life 8t Death of a Small Object Anonymous 2. Night of the Gown .. Marcy Kell Frost Bitten .,................................ Wendy LuQui 3. Always Ask or Else .. INTERMEDIATE POETRY 1. Life is so Uncertain ....,.. ...... 2. Chinese Water Torture 3. Our World .................. . HM. The Battle .................... .... A Smart Old Wizard .. Haiku Heaven Wind ....... Snow ........... Old People ......... INTERMEDIATE PROSE 1. Easy 8t Inexpensive 2. An Old Time ........... 3. The Hitchhikers .... Who's There ........ HM. Fable ............................... Three Dogs 8 a Crow The Drowning ............. .. Anonymous Mercedes Ballem Martha Burns Anonymous Brenda Wilkins Moira Cruikshank . Laurel Yetman Sharon Trigg Mariann McKenty Harriet Carter Pat Gibson Bev Jacks A. Mallon .R. MacDonald Bethan Everett S. Trigg Louise Edwards SENIOR POETRY 1. Now Friday 2. City .......... 3. This is Life My Room ............. 4. Dawn to Dusk ....... SENIOR SHORT STORY Connie Kucharczyk Allyson Treleaven Eleanor Swan Eleanor Swan Liz Haworth 1. John .......................... .. Laurie Wesson The Trip ................ ....... E Ieanor Swan HM. The Devil .............................. Allyson Treleaven The miner .................................... Sue Folinsbee To Whom it May Concern ............. Liz Haworth Thoughts from the Living Dead ...... Janet Hagen Special Category Overheard - 1984'?'?? ...................... Nancy Riley A Day in the Lite of an Ant ......... Eleanor Swan The Awful 8 Bloody Murder Of Molly Green ................ ...... L iz Haworth FAIRY TALES? FABLES? ETC. 1. Metamorphosis of a Fud ....... Connie Kucharclzyk Fable .............................................. Nancy Riley 2. A Fairy Tale .......................... Allyson Treleaven 3, How the Dog Got 42 Teeth ............. Liz Haworth Fable ........................................ .... L iz Deckker HM. Fable .......... .... C ary Crocker Fairy Tale .... Laurie Wesson All the entries in this Arts section are prize winners, but space does not allow us to include all the winners. We have selected at least one entry in each categoryg length as well as merit were considered in choosing for this section. Other entries are printed in the Literary Supplement which is available at the school. px IQQX N f Ni I . ,1 f - . ,A ' 1 r . . 'I 'fiigr V4 . ' 51415 ,. Y J ,Av . ff- A V ' W 1 Q g ' .- f-.. ' ' P fi f i f. 5 .f fl . it 2:1 : A ,I . Q K 5' -T: I I . A fi . uf Lv., . Dear Kids, j Q -. ' This year, the Arts section is bigger ' 1 g and more important than it has been be- I ' I fore. We consider that such expression of creativity helps to convey the feelings of the youth of our school. We thank every- one for their support in the literary and art selections that lent themselves so well to the theme of our yearbook. Don't loose your freedom of thought and expression. Keep the Spirit! Luv, Marg and Shelagh. 50 GERRTRODE Once there was a ladybug named Gerrtrode. Gerrtrode was always fluttering about yelling at the top of her lungs. Bogie, Wogie is coming run, run. Then she would sing, Bogie Wogie, Bogie Wogie. Of course you are wondering who Bogie Wogie is pardon, hic, Tl-lE BOGIE WOGIE. The Bogie Wogie is a huge Cyclops with bloody white fangs, a huge hairy body, one thousand leopard skins sewn together, and one huge eye. Now when she yelled, Bogie Wogie, the people of Fairyland would run into any house and lock the doors. Of course Gerrtrode would have a good laugh and then fly away choking with laughter. One day the Cyclops heard about Gerrtrode and decided to make her silly yelling come true. So the next day he hid behind a huge Cyclops tree and waited. Out came Gerrtrode as pert as ever yelling louder and louder, but this time no one listened. Out came the Cyclops, Bogie Wogie, and stormed through the screaming village snatching up people as he went. The first person he grabbed was Gerrtrode. Then he took her to his castle and she is a slave to this day. Beverley Geddes Ballater Grade 5 fd. KX I T's i ff : ,f : l x,-,ak L - If N B X X x XX xx X-.A lx X NA X tx X x X X N t X 1 . X X X i -rf! TBUNKET l Trunket is a rat. He's kinda thin, And kinda fat. But l love him, Whatever he's at. l Even when he goes, Hara-tar-tau 2 Kate Everett l , PN Ballater I N ' J Grade 4 f f' X3 If, g?r-jf! 51 Iyf' 'deb l It Vi' Vi X V -47' ilfillfl ' -A X NL I ! 1 ks P l ' I X In-XL XX X I , my J- I i I I I CHRISTMAS 5 I Christmas, Christmas, Christmas day, Comes once in a year, but it's always so gay, There are presents being opened and shouts of surprise, And barrels of laughter and buckets of cries. ' The lights on our trees are flashing with glee, My mommy and daddy I know love me, There's always an end to these wonderful things, But just keep in mind the joy Christmas brings. V si.. I'm sitting by the cozy fire, Watching the small flames grow higher and higher, As I do this I think not in bliss, That I'Il soon give Christmas a big farewell kiss. Natalia Botha Craig Gowan Grade 5 WINTER When the snow goes drifting down upon the white iced trees, You see a land of glass appear, The trees bend like passageways and at the end of a fairy land. Cindy Shore Ballater Grade 5 A CRISP WINTER DAY V . I walk around in a crisp Winter day. With the snow trickling down my back. 4, X , Watching the trees cover with white, Xb ' ' And the children play as they might. L Jennifer Cooper f , I Glen Gairn ff! I -, Grade 5 ' , ' ' fm' MS . fly Qc ' ,I A 1-. - s, xx .J-J' 52 xt ttf In the m rning when the sun shi es My hear feels happy anq gay. The onl thing that l've washed Iways, Th t m heart would stay that ay. Glen airn G e 5 Y I : S a ,- a y Jennlfe Cooper i i - riff V Q51 I w,f,,,.. 1 , 'F-Q'-Ian, ,.,--- -' ,.A'-',,,.. -'J'-.,.. ,.. f- '4 .,.ff 53 X 1 - her first anriplw l ,fy l -5 ' 4- ff Tf-aivg ,M 4 K In 'Qu X Xt i Rx ,N j is THE TRIP N' Xi't'x Sunshine t th A p that the boy had given her. This wa the first big step .7 l She Ipaoryeen wainitin dpffo almost a month now, everj ince she had eft her home on her eglzitjenth birthday. God kxgmthat she had longed for th t day with her ,hole being. She w jisoiglad to e ri ot ,X notonous, tedious life of ing to school d coming: homfftdfight with he al holi ri5iT5ther each day. ad be lin a Hell for hergiiyvatching heri autiful, loving ein- tu n into a drawn, , onniying woman, lovingvnothing 1 . . i f i Q ' X our me bottle hidden fh - -9 sl , -. jj 'She had packed ll her bel gings days bef r xher bi t y and left without regret. Let father take care f er mothirl lt was his ult that' had taken to drinking. when nshine had finally r ed abo t her father s w en he h lost all respect she had e er Had for him f a a ,J , If Sunshine had ot n a roorrf n n old boardin hou do n wx about ten miles from th suburb where her a ly had live . he first two d 'haxd be a d g - walking from sto e to store asking fo a j b. She fi al got one, th h, -ya e he ,shop not far from th X boarding house. ':i e had alk i nd been e ith fr-ie gl ce from a boy sittin over a sewing ma e, s ' ' ing up a seam pa ofgleather p t She had asked him? n r o d for a job and he 'yo giv '- right the Zginvjxhere. She wa t sew up pants an purses and vests th Yhe had out. X asn't a ar io and the P3 w S Qood. As she did no lft vw- . 1 9- 1 tj: e Xki from th! su rbf fi st rted to go out with this boy Bob, an s fr' . Th 6Fe oil, her nd she -K-Q t em. They were dif- ferent from most o V friends at home though s erpd,to-hea -, r ck and blues and! i K All of these had en, at first, range to Sunshine but he soon caug it o their language jalked about yoga, l rma and asgktravelling. T s id drugs. ' f if and their ways and .. rapidly a citing them. gli. ,X The first time shell' Y one to their partieswas ab t a week after - :T arted working Bobiliad asked her tog o e a ong. he had felt like an Ii n, in her straight lue jeans and her flow! Fed shin, with tlies kids in xveryx, iendly to her t ou h. X Miey were all sitting in one was X 'ng and the in. Thenfi ob tapped holding in f-of mir. sn had think she wasgxfreak. her o the s After the pipehadi bedri passe around several tim side her body and looking! down aded wide-flared bliue jeans and T-shir . They had be n oom which was hung with oriental wall- ngings. ln nse hine closed her eyes. nd dr f 't al lmusi was uiet and soulful. Sun L I j ,oulder and asked he to take a toke off ' ti pi he was done what he asked so efy wouldn't een scared but had s, she began to feel as if s e was out- t these nevinfound riends of hers. She felt at eace with herself for the first time if her ifeEhfjg 'appy and loved everyone. e wasn't scared anymore. ,i From that day ojl, she was on of the group and inet with them every night and 'stened to music and talked ind s oked t eir dope. Sunshine was happy in her new life. Now, today, a m nth la er, ev This time she was r ly s red a brothers and sistersf You ve n do it and nothing h s eve appe With a small sh u h r sh They were agai in the o ms room came from a d bu ' ryone was doing i .-tShe looked down , e a sule. d she confided is to Bob. He 'ust ' , ,'You're with your thing to be up ght about. Just, p 't ai d dig it. We all ed to us. You'l o yifar-o' t. ulders, Sunshine jclropped thfta1'Fg orggQabout it. ith the wall-hangings and this incense. he only light in the r er Sunshine and Boblwere sitting in the opposite In 't . corner, a bit away from Xthe Pesg B'oup and were smoking slome hashish. n After about an hour, 1 unshinebegan to have a funny sensation in her throat and a buzzing in her ears. The music ame out slow and distorted. lt spunded funny and she started to laugh. It sounded loud ad abrasive against the quiet talking ofl the others. l il ,MA ,ll l KO ,lf i l 'i i 'x ! X. l ' i I I I She tried to stop but she couldn't. Her hands were clammy and coldg she looked at them. There were funny pulsating red spots on them but she didn't care because they were sort of pretty, like red flowers. The room was a rosy glow and her friends had all put on Mickey Mouse masks. How ridiculous! These kids were a riot! She was sitting on the ceiling now, watching all the people below her. Funny, she hadn't noticed Goofy or Cinderella or the Seven Dwarfs come in. They were smiling at her. Then - oh no! Mickey is going to hit Minnie! What an awful thing to do! . . . No, it's all rightg he was just taking the butterfly off her shoulder. Sunshine turned to look at Bob. His face was bleeding. How did he get those gashes on his face? Oh, it was horrible! She was scared to look at it but couIdn't keep her eyes away from it. It was getting bigger and bigger - splitting his head open. The blood was pouring out. As she watched huge spiders and beetles began to crawl into the cut, -they were eating at his throbbing brain. Oh God! No! She was terrifed! She tried to move away so they couIdn't get on her too, but she couldn't move. She was tied down! She searched the faces of her friends for help because she couldn't open her mouth to speak. They smiled at her. Couldn't they see her danger? WouIdn't they try to save Bob? . Their smiles turned into sadistic leers. Their teeth were rotten and blackg their faces half- eaten away. Why were they all turning against her like this? These were her friends! Cinderella got up and started toward her. Her hair was on fire and body drenched in blood. Spittle ran from her mouth, and she growled and bared her teeth. The blood dripped in long strings from her fingernails. She stepped menacingly toward her. Oh God! She had no eyes! Just large, gaping holes in her face. She took another step towards her. Sunshine gaped and gasped and cowered in the corner. lt must have been this girl that had hurt Bob and now she was after her. Sunshine looked over at Bob and saw that the spiders had been joined by lizards and snakes. They swarmed his body. She had no place to gog she still couldn't move. Terror seized her as the creatures began to move closer to her over the small space between her and Bob. A spider began to fall onto her handy a lizard up her leg. Cinderella had taken another step closer. Now Sunshine was hitting at the bugs and lizards that were beginning to eat away at her flesh. They wouIdn't come off! What would she do? She fought for strength of mind and body but neither would come. Desperate with fear, she looked up at Cinderella, who was now towering over her. Please help me , she cried silently with her eyesg Don't hurt me! The girl raised her arm a hundred miles in the air. A knife shone in her hand. Noi Please don't! Please? You're my friend. l'm your sister . . . ! The arm with no body swooped down from the sky. Sunshine screamed . . . l Pussi Swan Grade 12 55 l 7 l KX snow K Flurried lace so white Beauty splendor of the sun E Scattered soft and pure. XA 0 Mariann McKenty fig Grade 10 f Q5 QQ gc. T 1 l sl l7 i ii, rf NJ Fairytale Once upon a time, long, long ago, in ancient days of old, in a far away place, of a distant land, over the great sea, lived a small tiny wee little ugly frog, who of course, most definitely, to be sure, was really a fine elegant, brave, noble prince. One day, a weird, wicked, wretched rascal of a witch overheard the small tiny wee little ugly frog talking to himself. I small tiny wee little ugly frog that I am, should be standing six feet tall in the dress of a fine, elegant, brave, noble prince. When the weird, wicked, wretched rascal of a witch heard the fascinating story she decided to play a mean, nasty, dirty trick on the small, tiny, wee little, ugly frog. She cast an amazingly, ghastly, profound spell on herself, which could only be broken, as all of her spells by her laughing, but being mean and nasty she never ever laughed. This amazingly ghastly profound spell turned her into a ravishingly beautiful, sweet, lovely gentle princess. She then proceeded to the pungent pond that was located in that far away kingdom in a distant land, which happened to be the same pungent pond that the small wee tiny little ugly frog lived in. She stood demurely on the pungent ponds edge and weeped, warped, rippled, tears. The small tiny wee little ugly frog came to her side saying: Why do you weep, warped, rippled tears ravishingly beautiful, sweet, lovely, gentle princess? Because even though I am a ravishingly beautiful, sweet, lovely, gentle princess, my fine, elegant, brave, noble prince has left me, she answered demurely. Perhaps we can stop those tears if you, ravishingly, beautiful, sweet, lovely, gentle princess will hear my plan, said the small tiny wee little ugly frog. lf you can stand to kiss me, ugly as l am, then l will turn into a fine elegant brave noble prince. Oh yes cried the weird, wicked, wretched, rascal witch, who was disguised as a ravishingly beautiful, sweet, lovely, gentle princess. Right away. So she picked up the small tiny wee little ugly frog into her ravishingly beautiful, sweet, lovely gentle princess-like hands ready to kiss him. Being the weird, wicked, wretched, rascal-like witch that she was, and mean and nasty also, she had never kissed anyone before. So her kiss was a sloppy, drooly, in general poorly-done kiss. She closed her ravishingly beautiful, sweet, lovely, gentle princess-like eyes and kissed him. And when she opened her eyes, there in front of her stood a six foot tall fine elegant brave noble prince, with frog legs. The corners of the ravishingly beautiful, sweet, lovely, gentle princess-like mouth curled up, and out came a roaring, wailing, boisterous laugh. She had never seen anything so funny in her life. Upon laughing, roaring and wailing boisterously, the ravishingly beautiful, sweet, lovely, gentle princess again turned into the weird, wicked, wretched, rascal witch that she was. The fine, elegant, brave, noble prince-frog saw her changing into the witch and understood what had happened. He hopped quickly away to try and find a ravishingly beautiful, sweet, lovely, gentle real princess, who could give him a perfectly wonderful clean close kiss, that would make him a whole man, a whole fine, elegant, brave, noble prince. Thusly being able to end this fairy tale as it should with the ravishingly beautiful, sweet, lovely, gentle princess married to the fine, elegant, brave, noble prince lwhich of course he'd bel, and both living happily ever after, in their distant kingdom by the sea. The End Laurie Wesson Grade 12 56 W W.. A DREAM A horse riding swiftly in the wind: To feel the air on his feet As one who could fly into clouds And never return. Float away dream. You are not what you seemg Beauty and grace you deem Are yours, but truth will soon be here. A flower bending gently away To feel the breeze in its petals As one who could live forever And always be praised. W. Fair .45 57 Ima xomxeiimt Qt. vo.-A-Q ht -H' vu ,.- IL' I V Em fg,+1ft -C ,X 1, , f I f f- iii-DI SAI I I! xi ' Q- ' ' - -- W AV flag? I ' f - I 'EE' flip? -- if ' 1 I X! Z ff, 9,0 I I I ll I I T? - ' z1i i i - 4..1df4 Q I' ml. Xkfjl i I I ,S 'T is I il js' I - - .4 .--Ui, 1. . r ' I '-KIA my I Qlgtsvj ig NIT !'32f ,i1'-' 9 eh' '- at ft Maas 5 ii I J mil-. I H .1 W f ' XVI' ' I WI as -II 1 I I I AQ V -it f . . - A f I v A' . 11-ff 'fx 1 XY .f 'K' . 'Wx A' To T frfk, , H ,ff ,Ava X .1oHN lg ,5.5..j, i As I drew the curtains, the damp grey dawn was just lifting. Already wood boats were making their way down the Thames, and early marketers, setting their wares, were starting to clutter the streets. The cold touching me I turned pulling a blanket close for warmth. John was still sleeping, I tucked his covers close to his baby-like face, he was at peace, his dream pleasant. The beggars and marketers would soon call their wares and wake him - best to let him sleep now. Shivering I picked my dampened cloths to dress, the stiff of night still gnawed at my neck. Porridge would be warming, good for John too. Warmed by clothes and a fire, I drew the cloth aside for the sun to wake John. lVlommy . Ahh, I was rewarded, not only by a fine day, but a sleepy smile and small hands groping for a morning hug. Dressing him was a joy, even though his laughter was a slight gleeful for this early a morning. He grows so quickly his boots seem small, ahhl, but it is lucky to have them at all. Rolling in the crumpled covers we laughed, a game for every day morning. Today, today , I laughed into his little face, we go to the castle, tada-tada , we laughed, Seeing his glowing face and laughing eyes, sparked my heart to a more serious phase. Perhaps a place under the King, maybe new boots too. He clapped his hands. It was a good day to take John out in the sun, but the stench on the bridge was foul to our nostrils. The heat of the coming day would accent that stench. lt was good for us to be away on a day such as this. I walked swiftly, perhaps too swiftly for John tugging along at my hand. The beggars called out, catching my arm as I passed. The crowd on the bridge was intense for this early a morn. I picked John into my arms, so as he would not be pushed about. It was a long walk and his weight wearied me. I set him down as I entered the back kitchens on the west wing of the castle. A smallish woman rushed toward us, calling out for us to leave. Questioning as to how we passed the guard, none of which l'd seen. l've come about the place ye have to offer, the one slingin' beer for the King. Are ye then , was the snide reply. 'tYe best see the fat one o're there. I headed in that direction, keeping John well within my skirts. l've come about the slingin', Sire? Sire , he laughed, his foul breath retching me back. Have ye slung beer afore? Aye I replied, the Red Lion, on the London Bridge, I live atop it.'l , I know the place , he answered, ye must be able to sling well, 'tis a full space all the while. Be here at a good time tonight. I have the place then. Aye he replied, as if I should have known. I turned tugging John behind me. Denna bring the child, we'll not nurse him as they do elsewhere, not in the King's palace , he shouted after me. I shant then , I replied pulling John closer than his already close. E It was goodito get out again, the kitchen was warm. The sun was bright now, I smiled skipping along with John. He quickly sensed the mood of all was well, and ran ahead laughing. 58 That was our day, a day of skipping and laughing, a John's day. The park felt cool even in the heat of the day. John's quickened steps pulled me throughout it. His joy mingled with mine. I now felt important and walked a wider stride than that of a previous day. A game of hide and seek, an apple turnover, a play in the pond, and a roll down a slope, all this and more happened on a John day. He was a wee tubby for his small size, but his long brown hair and blue eyes ripped the heart right from me, a heart full of love for my son. By late afternoon he'd crawled on my lap, his small head toddering in weariness. So I bundled him in my wrap, and as the sun left the afternoon's bright, we left the peace of the park, to the London Bridge headed. The way was long and John's weight gained a pound a step. His warm cheek was close to mine, his little head wobblin' with my walk. He's a load IVlame. I turned to see a young man astride with me. I didn't speak. 'tAre ye goin' far with 'im'? he asked. Not far , I answered. Can I lift him aways for ye? No, I shan't let him loosen, I'II hold fast to him - he's not that much a load , I stuttered. I don't doubt yer Ioosenin' him fer a minute, for he's a lovely load it's true, he replied. Doesn't ye work at the Red Lion? Under the King ahh! 'tis a good place. I run wood, not much of a job, I do write a bit. Ahh! lim there. He stopped and I hesitated at his side. Ye take good care of that wee bundle. He smiled a gentle smile. Aye that I will . Good night to ye then , he turned and was gone. Though late in the day the bridge was still noisy and crowded. John walked with a weary whimper. A good supper would cheer him, I would stop by the tavern and tell Mattie I'd got the job, and pick up a wee bit of somethin' warm for us to eat. John was wide awake now, and ran to sit on lVIattie's knee upon entering the tavern. I got the place, Mattie , I said, slingin' beer fer the King. Aye, yer did ahh! well I'm not joyed to see yer go, but 'tis fer the best, he mumbled something about perhaps a man, a husband. I ignored it and continued up atop to our room. John ate largely after his busy day, then bobbled about while I readied for work. I'd put the thought of leavin' him out of my mind completely through the day, but now dressed and ready, the thought confronted me. Seeing me dressed he was awaiting at the door to go down to the tavern with me, as always. Ye aren't comin' with me tonight Johnny boy, l'll be puttin' ye to bed now. His look seemed vacant of expression, but the small eyes grew wide with wonder as if what I'd said hadn't quite fitted right away. Now come boots off to bed. Now he did know what it meant, I was leavin' him, something not done before. No, not boots, boots stay, he said meekly, and headed back to the door. No, now John, boots off, to bed, I said a bit firmer than meant. I turned to fetch him, he'd run and hid behind the cot, tears starting to streak his face. Pray thee John, come out, I picked him close kissing his small pinked face. I'II not be gone long, before ye wake l'II be here to keep ye warm. Promise I will. He seemed a bit relieved, I placed him softly in our big bed. His boots he insisted still stay on. He hung atight his little fingers touching my blouse. I hugged him once, then twice, l'd be late, I must go. The tears were back now, I wiped the weary face, turned for a last hug and was gone. KI 59 Dusky night had set on the bridge, the crowds of day had lessened, but the lull of noise still remained. I turned back to see a small head peeping throught the curtain, it was John, that one little look burst my heart and filled it full of tears. I would run all the way home and be with him before the first dawn. The work at the castle wasn't hard, I handled it well, I knew that. But the men of the castle were harsh much more so than those of the bridge. I was not with my work though, so wasn't bothered by remarks or the occasional slap. My thoughts were with John, and oddly the occasional face of that stranger drifted in. I worked hard but it was near an hour afore I could leave. Suddenly a great rise of excitement fled through the tavern. First a lull then a clatter, then a calling and screaming - about what? London Bridge was burning - was afire . . . My flask dropped, my legs in motion. No, God noll' Already a glow rose on the river. My legs weren't fast enough, they kept stumbling. Oh legs swifter - faster. My heart within my breast thumped a thousand times - John . . . John . . . I was close now - people more people everywhere - screaming. Let me past, let me past. A hand grabbed at me catching my arm - I looked up into that strangely familiar face. No, ye can't go on the bridge, he screamed. Me baby, I screamed, Johnny , He understood but didn't lessen his grip. Me bundle, let me go - my child is on the bridge. He held fast. There's Mattie, I screamed after him - he didn't hear me. Oh! he sees me, he sees me. I Iurched forward, my arm still caught. Mattie, where's me boy, John, me baby, Mattie? I'm sorry, he cried. Me baby - me baby! Then came the darkness, a relief of darkness, a darkness I wished never to wake from. A darkness where Johnny ran and laughed, clapping his hands and hugging my neck. Laurie Wesson Grade 12 SHAKESPEARE, SHAW, AND I Shakespeare, Shaw, and I - To be the perfect poet All we three do try. Shakespeare employs image - Prodigious trumpery to the eye, For while pretending entertainment He slips in problems on the sly. Shaw is like a doggie bag - Full of extra herbage, For when his mind he overdines We get the extra verbage. I am not a poet - In the sense of the other two, Simply a simple god Judging what they do. Jeanfiousl Forrest Grade 12 60 NIGHT OF THE GOWN It was that scarlet gown that saved everybody that night. lt was an old forgotten story, my children, but it still lives in the memory of the people of Hampston. In the summer of 1870 this important event happened. Jane Cassidy, a young pretty girl, lived in the village of Hampston. She was intelligent and also a very good school teacher. She helped the Master of Hampston school in the winter and had free time in the summer, except for the occasional Sunday-school class. In this particular summer Jane's father had gone on a business trip to Ripplesville, which was far away from Hampston. Jane's mother had died the summer before, and so she was all alone when the incident occurred. Mrs. Cassidy was a kind and gentle lady, and her death was a great loss to the village. She was a brave woman, and she faced facts, sickness and war. lt happened that Mrs. Cassidy had a lovely, long scarlet silk nightgown with white lace around the cuffs and the collar. She told Jane that she could wear this gown whenever she wanted. So Jane had worn it to bed ever since. When Jane put the gown on she always felt as though her mother was near and she felt she could face anything. I One night, July 20th to be exact, Jane sat in bed with her mother's nightgown on, reading. That night she felt unusually worried and she kept thinking something was going to happen. Unknown to the villagers, who were asleep in their houses, savage Indians crept cautiously up to the hill on which was Jane's house. Jane heard a twig snap outside, and knew from experience that it was no ordinary animal. She got up and took a candle downstairs and looked out of the window. Jane saw a moving shadow, creeping stealthily across a field. Suddenly she knew what it was, and ran to the door and screamed, Ulndians! Get up and defend yourselves! Indians . With this the Indians started running up the hill towards Jane's house with horrifying screams. That night it happened to be windy and a little chilly, and the trees' branches were being tossed about. She suddenly realized she was in her nightgown and that was when the idea came to her. It was dangerous, but she must attempt it in order to save the villagers. Jane ran out and stood in front of her house. She put out her arms and the nightgown billowed in the wind while the moon cast an eerie light on the scarlet material causing it to glow like fire. The Indians stopped and looked at her with bewilderment. What was this thing that one moment was a human form and the next a fiery figure? Jane did not move, the wind blew and the gown glowed, and the Indians' terror grew. At last in sheer panic, they turned and fled. Those Indians never came back to that village. With her long hair and her gown blowing in the wind she must have looked like an evil spirit. That my children is the end of my story. The Indians say that she was the daughter of the God of fire, but the people of the village will always be grateful for the night of the gown . Marcy Kell Grade 8 ff -. LIFE is so uNcEnTAiN ff 'j r I Life is so uncertain CMA I . i. K A 1 And no one seems to care. wx ' A-,Z People all go on living 4' - X fy, I' ' with emotions hidden where? y ua f Sometimes this gets me down, I ' 'JN And l'm not high on my cloud. , f' So I frown in my aloneness, Frustration shrieking loud! N Life is a mighty mountain Our joys reach great height Our despair attains great depth. Life is uncertain But people are past caring About tomorrow. The girl stands alone. She's in the misty shadows Forlorn and afraid Mercedes Ballem LIFE Life is big, and life is strong. I Life has some right, and some wrongs. Life is a part of you, and let it out, Even if you have to shout. Life is bold. Life is gold. Z ' . f 5 ., L. Grade 'IO ,QI wifi 5 And there's only one life to live. fkffk So live as happily as you can, and take LR 2-AN it as it comes. Tami Thornton 61 Grade 7 CITY Stark grey buildings lift their eye-like windows to a polluted sky And a city is born. A million noises blend to form a continual roar. A car crashes. Lights blink, and glass reflects a hazy sun As the smog settles. A spec of green bursts upon the granite and steel world Where a park lives in defiance. Humanity rushes past humanity wearing blank empty faces and the money god grins. Cities kill. 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Her hair was so burnished that at high noon when Esmerelda walked the battlements, the heat of the sun reflecting from it was so intense that all the people in the town bought reflectors and cooked their lunches from it. She gazed eastward, hoping for a glimpse of a knight in shining armour on a white horse galloping down the ribbon of highway towards her. But alas! as of yet there was no sign. Poor Esmerelda! A year before she had fought with Sigismund, the boy from the kingdom next door. Since then she had remained shut up inside the tower, waiting, waiting, waiting for that knight to come galloping up to the front door. One day, as her life became more amd more tedious, she called upon Allidor, her wizard. He came to her, bent and grizzled in his black robe. He specialized in materializing objects from the future. Bring me back something small and black and valuable she instructed. Actually, what she had in mind was the famous Black Diamond, of the black wizard, Kelinoor. But Allidor had other ideas, and retired to a corner of the room. Presently, he came back with a small black object. lt was boxlike in shape, with a peculiar round dial on the front, under which were numbers. A long black tail followed it, and was lost under the curtain. What on earth is that!? she exclaimed in revulsion, for this was certainly not what she had expected. A telephone , he replied, and showed her how to use it. For her amusement he placed one in every home in the village, and beknowst to her, at the bedside of Sigismund, the desire of her heart, dream of her dreams. From that day forth, the Princess was always chattering excitedly on the phone, and it was con- stantly in use. ln fact, it was so busy that Sigismund dialedg oh no! not one but one hundred and eleven times! His finger became so sore that he had to employ a page to dial the two numbers, over and over. At last! The line was free! The telephone rang just as Esmerelda was about to call her hair- dresser to get her hair cut because her braids got in the way of the receiver. She lifted the phone to her ear. Esmerelda! he shouted. How her heart leapt and bounded with joy to hear that voice, only a few moments ago an indistinct memory, but now deafeningly real. Hang on! l'm coming to rescue you from your golden tower. l've been laid up for a year after riding for 100 miles in a suit of golden armour. Saddle sores, you know. So let down your golden hair, and I will climb up and rescue you, and take you away. To this she replied, humbly Yes, Sigismund , with an undertone to her voice that forewarned the listener of many family arguments to come. So Esmerelda did not cut her hair, instead she let it down for her prince to climb up. He carried her down the elevator falso borrowed from the futurej and to a church where they were married with great pomp and ceremony. Aftenfvards they went back to the golden tower where they lived happily ever after, except when they quarreled. Strange to say, after the wedding ceremony all the telephones disappeared and all that there was left to remind them of their presence was a slip of paper- Telephone Bill - S99.75. Allidor had to make a profit somehow. Moral - lf you do not succeed at first, dial, dial again. Elizabeth Deckker Grade 12 THE LIFE AND DEATH OF A SMALL OBJECT Mr. Henry Macdonald, a very dignified Englishman left his house on Saturday night to take his beloved Miss Betty to the Governors Ball. Henry was a rich middle-aged bachelor and had made great preparations for this exciting event. He wore long, rather wide, black pants and a black tight-fitting jacket with tails. His black shoes had grey leather coverings, and his stiff black top hat, he held in his hand. As he rolled up in front of Miss Betty's house, one could notice the bright shiny horseless carriage that he was driving. lt was deep, royal blue, with red velvet seat coverings. The inner parts of the wheels were shining silver. Miss Betty was waiting on the doorstep in a deep purple gown with delicate fringes of white lace on the cuffs and collar. He helped her into the carriage, but as they were driving to the ball, they noticed another carriage following them. This carriage had horses, however, and was not bright and shiny as Henry's was. Miss Betty, whom Henry was now calling Betty refused to take notice of it, so Henry decided it was nothing, and drove on. The ball was held in magnificent splendor, and Mr. Macdonald and Miss Betty were having a very good time. As the evening drew to a close, Betty dearest and Henry darling - for it had come to that - found themselves engaged. They were having such a good time it seemed it could not last. lt didn't. Here, the fun was interrupted. 66 A tall, thin, middle-aged man waltzed through the entrance and demanded to see Miss Betty Havelock. The music stopped. There was a long silence as he glanced at every person through piercing eyes. One could hear his heaving breathing. Henry walked fonfvard, apologized for the long silence, and asked in a stern voice what he wanted with his fiancee. There was another pause while the stranger gaped at Henry. When he finally got his breath back again, the stranger told Henry that he was David Murray and had come to take Miss Betty back home as his bride. Henry was furious. He threw down his top hat as the crowd drew back and watched Mr. Murray crush it and push the top part right through. Henry decided to put an end to this, thus giving it to Mr. Murray on the chin. He left him there on the floor, picked up his ruined hat and left with Betty to be married in the morning. And so the black top hat, that is now almost grey with dust still lies with its top part pushed through, in what used to be Henry and Betty's small home. Grade 8 r gif? gf' hqvg gym Xwika rv .. xi L y ---SPIRIT ---niet:-M X AN OLD TIME Yes siree. We sure did have a good time in those days . The reflection of the fire blazed in old Briscoe's eyes. His wide heavy cheeks, forested with a short scrubby beard, moved mechanically! as he chewed on the end of a soggy toothpick. The spotted bitch pointer to whorrt he was addressing his increasingly exaggerated story blinked her eyes in complete ignorance. A good lazy stretch found her ready and willing for a view of his tale. A more serene picture could not have been caught by an artist on his easel. The light clouds of smoke were drawn in puffs from the chimney by gentle wisps of clear, crisp Alberta air. The spindley branches stretched into a network of interweaving fingers. Briscoe kicked off his cloddy lumberjack boots. The prickling in his big toe was relieved with a hearty scratch and he rested his feet on the worn petit-point stool. The toothpick was spit into the fire and sizzled into nothingness. Old Briscoe, his mind and body now relaxed to the quiet of the evening, continued with his story. Well Sally, since you only been here for three years, l guess I oughta let you in on one of my many adventurous experiences. Your ma Trigger and I was up north on sort of a holiday. We had our lodging in a little ol' shanty. The windows, well, they didn't have no glass, the board roof let the howling blizzard in and the hinges, why, they was of leather. That is if I can correctly remember. Sally's eyes, drooping with sleep, stared back at Briscoe, full of disbelief and wonder. This encouraged Briscoe to continue his tale and of Course make it slightly more extraordinary. Anyway, it was getting on in the afternoon and Trigger decided that it was time to go for a walk. She seemed pretty excited as we left, and I just thought that she had got some interest- ing scent. We trudged through the deep snow for, l'd say, 'bout one hour and a half. By then we could hear the wolves using their singing voices as best they could, so we decided to head back. 'Bout half a mile later through level lines of streaming snow, a huge figure loomed large and portentous. I thought that maybe it was a clump of bears, but as we neared, Trigger stayed a little behind for protection, and we realized that we were confronted by maybe seven wolves. 'Course me being such a strong and relaxed person, I didn't panic at all. This bit of bragging broke out a slow smile from Briscoe, and a painful whinney from Sally. He cleared his throat and recommenced, the volume of his voice increasing steadily. I set my speedy brain to finding out some workable way out of the situation. l wasn't thinking of myself. If it weren't for that blasted dog I'd fight my way out of there in no time flat. Those wolves would make gooseberry pie out a' her. Well, it was then that the idea struck me. I jumped up, undid my pants, and urinated in a wide circle big enough for me and Trigger to set comfortably within the boundaries. I knew for a fact that wolves staked out their own territory this way and so they understand it when another animal does the same. And by gum, it worked! Those darned wolves didn't venture a paw into that ring. With tired eyes he glanced down, the sleeping dog barely visible to his nearly closed eyes. His voice drawled slowly. Me and Trigger were real proud for me to have thought up such a good idea!! Bev Jacks Grade 10 67 THE DROWNING Walking slowly along the seaside forced her to remember the cries she had heard that night, smothered by the howling wind and the thunderous waves. Her desperate attempt to get over the mountains of water was useless. She could remember running into the water, and then the waves furiously hurling her against the pebbly shore. Over and over again she heard muffled cries, then there were none - just the sound of the waves that had murdered her son. f , Louise Edwards lift . - Grade 9 It .sf - , ig 3 H ht i X 1 ll ' ' Qx I' tx , ' ' X ' ix ' T I , - Tw f ig 4 5 X 3' K' rg 'I 9 ,J -X THis is LIFE. i X ff J Q 5.2 The room was filled with people X . , ,f ' ff fi ' SZQQH , ' x . , l . . 1,1 47, - 5 All shapes and sizes, f fy- 4 4,0 f li' I 5 .Q 1. X it Moving as one to the erotic l Z ' Q I i-' ' ' Y' 2525 'kj 3 I - Beat I 17' , 5 li Fl 2 N Of drums. - V eg,-Zia, . ef' M we 53, N xf B The singer screamed if ' QL' ' f, ' '. ii i! 5 With passion ,lxg ilii xx . ff' if, ,rf , From deep within the dark entrails jf' fb f' -,123 1' 'ijvl Of his gut. g 1 . ' gli iff!! He cried for love lost and love wong -- N qQ,.,j'- . X - ' l U He cried for peace fi X ' ' ' ,. I , N And for Y ' 'f H , I ! His fellow man. Qt- ., t . , ,j - T ff The crowd was enveloped in X, J , '9 I X' X T '- f f His voice. X X -51' U7 -J 7' If T A' ff ' They moved as souls 62,5 :f l is f f kr with no feelings x f . 'fi flk But for If . fl X The music. E155 1 , 'f i, The sounds came to a pitch - 'X X V N Then dropped , ,,. X .--fy-' ,, X g I ' To nothing. f . ' ' All was quiet. 'i' All was still. 1' -j ' ---f l Then it started. ,ff- - A 1 ' The hum of voices, Q , e V l , If ' The shuffle of feet, lag, 1 X X X Growing louder and louder. I. X . A The crowd had turned into individual monsters, X L vt f Moving, each on his own. -, The girls looked gaudy and oversexedg i- 'f . The boys loud and brassy. Y 'Q l Tinny voices shrilled in the halls. l ff' ew- lil 1 People laughed too loudly at jokes 6 , ,f , That we-ren't real. Q f 5' ' And mae is what they een T f 'V , if A part of growing up? Q A X l Pussi Swan , f S Grade 12 f A , I I1 yi! ' .BX I I W rf I 32 fi, l . ji, I 1 68 cf .f'7 .f OVERHEARD - 1984??? Special! Sale! Too good to be true, ladies! Shopbaby has done it again! A great reduction in chromosomes for brown eyes! Hurry down to Shopbaby today and get some first-rate brown- eye chromies at bargain prices. Remember our motto - 'Why do more Canadians shop at Shopbaby Than at any other store? Why its generally because of the genes Because of the genes . . .' Click. Voice No. 1: Now why do you suppose they're having a sale on brown-eye chromies'? Voice No. 2: I don't know. I thought they were in great demand. Voice No. 3: They were, but there was a flaw in the last batch and consequently three out of every five babies born last month have pink and green striped eyes. Voice No. 2: What a shocking clash! Voice No. 3: Yes, I think they must have forgotten to put a combination solution in the mixture but anyway, nobody wants brown these days. Besides, now that they have that new shade of 'Test-tube Turquoise' our brown is too drab! Voice No. 1: Oh, well I think I might just pop down to Shopbaby anyway. lVly husband and I can't afford an expensive baby this time and this sounds like a bargain . Voice No. 2: Well, I don't know. Do you think you should skimp on the eyes? I mean, the kid will have to be able to see . Voice No. 1: It will be able to see. I don't see anything wrong with being economical though. After all, our last child was a masterpiece. lt's made of the best that money can buy . Voice No. 3 - I don't see anything wrong either, but if I were you, l'd hurry down. There has been a lot of stealing going on. Why, just last week in the brain department, a whole shipload of 'honesty' disappeared . Voice No. 1: You're right - l'm otf. By the way, do you know where I can find 'creativity'? Nancy Riley, Grade 12. 0 A CD A.'i,N Tl-IE SAD CLOWN WX QD M. . . vm as isty eyes go with a mysterious mood I JNX 0 Of wishful wanting. A spotlight beam N O Reflects the tiny glistening tears. O A solemn face, devoid of laughter, G A cosmetic face, staring up. f A quiver from his upper lip 0 Said he was an outcast. O do A deep and troubled sigh Passed through his lips. As he thought of all his tribulations, He moans a little, softly. Very depressed, sobbing shamelessly QI Wishing he had a friend. X A sorrowful, desolate man Friendlessly lonely, hopelessly sad - the clown. W A fleeting vision of happiness Promotes a slight smile. It tries and fights But sadness overcomes. Sandra Geddes Grade 7 hge THE AWFUL AND BLOODY MURDER OF MOLLY GREEN I was comfortably smoking my favourite pipe, slippered feet before the coal fire, almost dozing, when a thunderous pounding at the front door brought me suddenly awake. Gripping my briar in my teeth, and swallowing a quantity of hot ash, I picked up the poker and flung open the door. In burst a huge fur-clad bear-like woman who collapsed in my easy chair with the grace of a school girl. As she did not speak for several moments, but sat panting with her large mouth in an I said, Ah, madam, Mrs. Van der Waltervald, is it? Something dreadful - perhaps a murder has occurred? Oh, Sargeant Smythe, she gasped, How clever you are! How ever did you guess? Well madam, you look upset. Nothing less than a murder could shake your rock of com- posure. A little uncertain of the back-handed compliment, the woman began to tell me why she had run all the way to Backer Street in such a fright. Before she had finished, I interrupted the account and ordered a taxi that I might investigate at once. As we travelled to the Van der Waltervald estate, Madam told me how she had gone to MoIly's room to air it and refill the bath about fifteen minutes ago. She was amazed to find the door bolted. With great presence of mind, and an unlady-like strength, she bashed the lock with a bent coat hanger and opened the door. To her horror, there lay Molly, dear companion and faithful friend, her neck terribly broken and blood everywhere. Green feathers and one claw dangled in a congealing pool. Madam then came straight to find me. Now, I'd understood Madam's story quite well until she reached the part about the feathers. Being a tactful sort myself, I was not about to ask awkward questions, and in my best detective style inquired after the girI's relatives. All in India, alas. Though I believe there is a red sister in New York. She would need to be notified. Well, I don't really have too much to do with the Commies myself, and said so. Madam gave me an odd glance. These feathers, I began, from a hat I presume? Molly's best, but not a hat, Sargeant Smythe. They grew on her. Well, that surprised me. What an odd girl. Had she a boyfriend? I mean, perhaps this murder, it sounds too gory to be suicide, was committed by a rejected or jealous lover? I know she dearly loved a large Macaw, sniffed the huge woman. Aha! a foreigner, I thought. But those turtle doves next door really go for her. She hated them. They used to try and chew her beak. Beak! Good Lord, whatua way to describe a young girl. Oh she is . . . was . . . the dearest . . . parrot I ever had! Here Madam broke into loud sobs, and threw herself into my arms. I patted her abstractedly on the head. A parrot! I cried. You mean you disturbed my Sunday afternoon because of some blankety-blank bird! However, when I saw how upset Madam was I agreed to help her solve the mystery. Besides, she was making my jacket very damp and the taxi-driver was giving me suspicious looks. After the short trip to the mansion, I proceeded to the scene of the crime. As Madam had described, there were feathers and blood everywhere. A very messy murder, as Lamonte the butler had said as he let me into the room. I opened my fingerprint detecting set and dusted everything, but the clever murderer had wiped every surface clean. The large room, one of those heavily panelled affairs, was undisturbed except where the solid old perch had tipped against a table and knocked a Ming vase to the floor. It had taken no mean strength to push that perch, but one look at Molly explained all. She was a huge, and at one time, magnificent jade green parrot, now dreadfully twisted in the death throes. The wide powerful wings were outstretched as though for flight, and lay in a large pool of blood. A claw, six inches across and full of nasty hooks dangled from where the bird's ankle chain had been. Most surprising, apart from the unlikely choice of victim, was a pretty and expensive necklace of African black diamonds which hung around the broken neck. With the briskness of my position, I methodically searched the room for a weapon. My diligence 70 rv, ......, was soon rewarded. Stuffed inside the ntact Mingvas was a dama dinner napkin, also bloodied, which I concluded had bee used to'throttle th parrot. I also oted the bird seed copiously spilt from a silver dish. or fur er reference, jotted ese etails in my black notebook, and then went downst rs to eet Mrs. Vanjierx alterva . Lamonte was serving coffee and seemed to Inger overly Icigyas 'f wanting to hear what I had to say. He pretend d to I ave the ro , but remained be ind e door to spy. I interviewed the house servants, who ad seen likely prcQIer, had eard nothing unusual. I did, however, receive one I port t clue fro the gardener. Well, sir Sarge, I had a prem nition, had , ever since t' Missis d pped the cup two week ago. Says me to her hat's ad luck, 'ti , and 'twas, w rn't it? o today I warn't surprised, oh no, to find mesef drifte , like, to th se garden. M st unus al for me to do't, sir Sarge, I usually don't go n ar it 'ti night, n t . Well, what you t nk? I were stand- ing there, pickin' a chawed leaf or two, and sudd Q lheard th t parro et out a screech-o. It were terrible, Sarge Molly, s cried There's a fly in my s ' , three times. Oh yes, I's heard her say afore, but nev when s sta fi sang roses, oh no. Well I went hot and colt, Sarge, and warn't surprised to he r fMo'-Giriigegn, Go b :fs her Soul, were murdered, oh no! IX ky N I copied this furiously in my notebook, rdener sgok gf, ly and with a peculiar dialect. The parrot's words I found mo Ifferesting, nd puz Ie fri them r so e time. Everyone had an alibi it seemed he house staff counte for ch o er, Lamo te had been alone with the maid in the ,greenhouse Madam w s certain. 't - b, tal crime ha been committed to steal the bird's jewels. This seemed an n ikelv expla a on as the jewe had not actually been stolen. She' then thought perhaps a jeal u friend of olly's had done it. had my own thoughts. I For two days I veiwled around the spacious gardens, poked into usty rooms, intervie ed neighbours, did ay the thingsfdetectives do. I smokecyinnumerable pipes, paced the ha s, jogged around e groundsgand poked again. I suspected and reje ted, solved and argue . Twenty, thirt imes I returned to the scene of the crime. The fun ral day came and went. I did not a end, butlrrfeditated in front f thefmef a cup of coffee I may hand. On a sudden hunch, I r n t l4afmonte's suite and hurvted in his wardrobe. othing. Back to the fire. Finally, In des eration, Mrs. Van der altervald asked me how thi gs were progressing. Ala , m dam, I fear I am defe ed. This murder-mystery .. me utterly baffled. I felt almost d sloy I to the poor woman w o had given me her hospitali , fed me her choicest foods, plied m wi h good French wines. Almost, not quite. ' Re em er, Smythe, she sai , heaving a huge sob and I ng : rrge ear from en of her hoo ed nose, I am paying you well. But p ' s ul 15. e F I. Th y would be I erspnal, but ma be thjg can olve this. QQ, V, 'Thosfe FB boys axle I c peten fools iff nd red B rrow midnight I shall have solve th my r a dfstamped ff in e iid s nfl spent a sleepless night. Irty m'n -' I idn' t, ne t ay. I ar v t f e furn' ed drawing-room to suit m g I' ar bocade t'ns er dfravimggtghtly cros the many-paned window 3 th lah, ts ere dimme n two i n candles flicker o the mantel over an ember fi . gl ed en cingly. I a semi-ci lefaround the firepla e were n assortment of high-ba h irs an sofas wh e heavy materials gave the ro a somber look. I reclined In . .1 : I e sy hair, back to the fire, lettingQhe light fall from be ' me. I could read the face y udienc without being isible self. Mrs. Van der Wal vald sat see. Placed in th semi-circl were th house taffa Mada 's lawyer, as ace in vidual I opened y notwboo which I y upon my knees and b an to e in a s ft vo e I suppo e you are afil wonder ng why I have called you t th r I night you have probably h rd, the bel ved Mol Green, known to you all, as awfully an rutally mur dered thre days ago in this yousef' Here Madam .ga e a s ulful sniff, arigl nearly lost my trai f th ught. I had the distinct impression om of t e assembled were taking the w oo lightly, for some of the maids wer gi gling. I continued in a stronger tone. Thesf-ypast few days I have been suspicious of y all, every one of you. I am convinced that this urderer ands, sits I ought to y, am ng you. Look at your neighbour carefully. Did he oghef-C m it th7Inous offenc ? Let me tell you, I know who did it, there was 7 silently at my -i. her Duffy ce h gardxigdwn. Sh hadn't been t could ' ff ' , Q a ' I' ic . I ,, , , e . . I Pj ' f 1 never any doubt in my mind about the identity of the murderer. I paused. There was a rustling of voices like paper in a breeze. The fire, having before Iain dormant, now crackled and threw about wild shadows. The more timid girls clung to each other. Let me present the clues. Clue one - this napkin, besmeared with Molly's blood. lt was the murder weapon. lt is a kind commonly used in this house at the dining table, and easily accessible from the pantry. Whoever used this was a strong person, for Molly was monstrously powerful and must have been almost impossible to strangle. Clue two - the feathers strewn around. These probably came from the bird herself, since they are of a corresponding jade green and covered in her blood. These feathers indicate a wantonness of spirit. Too many were spread around for my liking. Clue three - the locked door. The murderer knew the house and possessed a key. I have a list of everyone that has one. Clue four - the large amount of bird seed spilled. This gave me an idea and I hunted until l found this other clue. Here I produced a pair of men's carpet slippers and scraped something small from the sole. From the corner of my eye I saw a movement in the group. Do you see this piece of sunflower seed? lt was stuck to this slipper, as if someone who had wanted to move very quietly accidentally stepped on the spilt seed. To clinch my sus- picions were Molly's last words, 'There's a fly in my soup'! Yes, tl is cold-blooded murderer must have known those words would betray him. Those are the very words of the famous diner to the waiter. And who waits on the tables here! - Lamonte. The butler flew at my throat in a passionate rage, his eyes wild, but the gardener and the lawyer pinloned his arms. A girl screamed, and the old clock began to chime, a hollow sound in the panic-filled room. Lamonte, of course, would have thought naturally of a napkin as his weapon. He used one to serve at all the meals and carried one folded on his pocket. He also had a key to every door. Those slippers I found in his wardrobe - he doesn't deny they're his. There seems to have been no motive, not even burglary, so I assume Lamonte is a psychopathic killer - he kills without reason for blood lust. Yes, he had an alibi, but it is well known Lamonte and the girl were about to be engaged, so she would probably lie for him. 'tThere you are, Madam. The mystery is solved and here come the police. Goodnight. I left the room as the clock stopped chiming. I await your cheque in the next mail. Home again, once more smoking my pipe, I waited for my next case. But I knew no other would be as unusual as the murder of Molly Green. Elizabeth Haworth Grade 12 is 'vt' I! I F li , rf T- 3 'FQ' ' Q4 I ,,4uli ' 6QJCLuLJf.Le.a Dear Ballaters, Since I haven't the faintest idea of how to write a letter to 44 kids at the same time, I will just plunge right in. What a year! When I first came to the Hallowed Halls in Grade 7, I thought that if I ever reached the ANCIENT age of a Grade 12, and became, HORRORS, a prefect, that I would want to be Ballater House Head. I never fully realized what it meant, though, until I faced my first full House meeting in September. Pure TERROR! I just wish everyone could go through those ten minutes once! They would take pity on the next new House Head! As we got down to the old grind and started some of the games' competitions, everybody started showing true Ballater spirit. The volley- ball was terrific, with the Junior High kids showing their prowess on the court with a first, and the Seniors not far behind with a second. In Basketball it was the Seniors' turn to win, even though we suffered for days with bruises and overall aches for our victory. The 7, 8 and 9's were fantastic, having to replay matches to break a three-way tie, and winning second place. Who could forget the bottle drive? It seems that members of our families drink a lot, because we were about 200 bottles ahead of the next house. Spirit Week was unbelievable. Martian prayers lcompletely unrehearsedll showed Ballater genius land LUCK!!! at its best. Our Volleyball game llvlartians, complete with antenae, versus the teachers, Earthlingsl, which we lost out of the kindness of our hearts, as you ALL know and realize, was amazing to say the least. Our Senior Literary entries had me worried for a while, but as support rose about 10000!0 the last day, my worries were tor nothing. I would especially like to congratulate our Juniors for their fantastic support of the Junior Literary Contest. I would like to thank Kathy Macdonald and Kimberly Gibson, Sports Captain and Junior School House Lieutenant, for their help and support since September, and to all of you for your spirit, and especially for being yourselves. Love, Allyson Dear Glen Gairns, This has been a fantastic year and I will always remember all of you great Glen Gairns! I think basketball won the most spirit this year. Although we didn't win the basketball tournament, you played hard and well. The enthusiasm at games was outstanding, especially from the Juniors. I must say you put up a terrific fight. Just remember, the fact that you played hard counted more than winning. Attendance at meetings was not exceptionally good, but with a little coaxing, i.e., It's really, really important you guys, I got a chance to say a few words to the curious ones. lronical but true, the only time I saw every member of my house together was when I handed out Easter eggs. I really appreciated my house lieutenant, Louise Nebbs, who did a good job of gathering all the girls for games. Spirit Week was also a lot of fun with congratulations to Elizabeth Haworth who won the beauty and talent contest. All in all the year was great at l3.H., and it is sad to see it come to an end. Good Luck to the future Glen Gairn House Heads. Au revoir Love, Sylvia Dear Fellow Braemarites, As the year is drawing to a close end, I am beginning to look back at all the memories I shared with you as a house. I believe that my favourite memory is the one when we beat the TEACHERS lyehlj on BRAEIVIAR Day: especially when lVlr. Edelmann tried to be Alice in Wonderland. What a Iau h! gThis year has been full of UPS and DOWNS for our house, but the ups have made it a very enjoyable one. I hope that all of you guys will be very helpful and considerate to your new Braemar House Head lthe poor girll, as you have been to me. How could I ever forget those enjoyable noon hours when I was tripped by my lovable House Friends? Even though we did not win all of our games, we showed a lot of SPIRIT! That spirit made us come close first during the Easter Term, SO kids, Don't lose your spirit, your challenges, your appetitie for what is next, or your BLUE POWER. Next year, I don't think that OOKY will be around with you, for as you know he is quite sick right now. Anyway, OOKY has a lot of fond memories in his old age. All in all, it has been a great year and a GAS! Love from Your Old Househead, Liz Moden CIVIOLDYJ 74 HOUSE HEADS it I l L. Moden, Braemarg J. Nutter, Craig Gowang A. Treleaven, Ballaterg S. Ronceray, Glen Gairn. Dear Craig Gowanites, Spirit, that was our key point to the great success achieved this year. It certainly showed up at all our games, whether we were victorious or not. Thanks for your great support. The Senior Volleyball team surprised everyone with their successful games. The Juniors had a slower start, but their spirit and enthusiasm never lagged. Congratulations to the Junior team in their hard fought tbruised and batteredl Basketball games. The highlight of our year took place on Craig Gowan Day, during Spirit Week. In prayers, as you will remember, it started as a smashing success. We really showed them how to square dance! Our delicious menu of vittles , hog jowIs and possum bellies , also added to our fun. Thank you for the experience and privilege of being your House Head. l would like to give a special thanks to Nancy Russell for helping with our games, and Liz Cherewan for helping to organize the Junior house members. You have all been great to work with. The best of luck in next year's endeavours. Love, Janet 75 Ellen Paterson: Sports Captain Thinking back over the years I have spent at Balmoral Hall, I have many memories - not all pleasant: being caught on the Senior School roof by Miss Ivlurrell-Wright . . . I have not and never will regret the years I spent here . . . Well, enough of the tear-jerking and on to a Sports report. There was never a great lag in spirit throughout this year. Ski buses to Thunder Bay, Spirit Week, basketball, volleyball, and baseball tournaments all had the girls support and enthusiasm. Swimming groups to the Pan-Am Pool helped many get in shape for the bikini weather. Throughout the year, house competition was keen and every point was needed to come out on top. I think that spirit and interest in sports go in cycles. This year interest is growing and will con- tinue to do so for some years before it reaches its peak. As all society is gaining a greater awareness of environment and how it affects our health, so keeping physically fit is becoming a daily routine. Sports activities are the main form of communication with all - from Grade 1 to Grade 12. I could not imagine the school without interhouse sports -- so keep at it everybody! Thank you for this year. lt has been the best of my life. SO FAR! Without your support I could not have accomplished anything - student power, eh! Maybe next year's Sports Captain won't give detentions. You never know! Ellen Paterson 76 A F e-r 15 df Lx JU GR - Q Back Row: B. Ashdown, A. Everett, P. Gibson, D Stillborn, K. Kelly, K. Richardson, J. Copp. Middle Row. M. Cruikshank, M. Burns, B. Wilkins, C. Wescott, S. Stewart. Front Row: M. Bennett, M. Klassen, J. Saunders J. Chegwin. SENIGR Back Row: L. Cramp, N. Lemon, E. Paterson, S. Harrison N. Riley. Middle Row: B. Campbell, E. Haworth J MacDonald, C. Lone, L. Yetman. 1 1 Yang, S. Bennett, S. Carter. Front Row: L. Johnston, K. 53 ve BASKETB LL 1 1 - , ! H- N 1 V C: 'R 4 1: L ,- 15. 2 x . l ' A. , V X . .Q tif' f is H l Q , i B. F 1, a 23 1' SENIOR Back Row: R. MacDonald, N. Lemon, P. Gibson, Third Row: C. Sanden, C. Lone. Second Row: S. Harrison, K. Burch, D. Stillborn, and S. Raymond. JUNIOR Back Row: J. CODD, M. Cook, M. Bennett. Middle Row: L. Riley, T. Nesbitt, W. Lu Qui, M. Cruickshank. Front Row: M. Siddall, B. Wilkins, B. Johnson. 2 1 . X . BADIVII TO CL B 4' ' ' Back Row: N. Russell, L. Cramp, N. Lemon, J. Yang. 5 t ' 'A Front Row: B. Jacks, C. Lone, S. Raymond, D. Stlllborn. ' 1. -1, ! X... N 1 'Z X Ing? I -,,,4 BP 1 -H I T. Q i 'U fb '4- - Q 9 v ., .Q 7 ' ta 5 SPECIAL GYM rx r-,bf B . L22 ' 4 - :Inga Z- ,Wy '--1--wxp - 4' in CL B Bars: L. Edwards, A. Everett, J. Everett, B. Ashdown, M. Klassen. Beam: D. Roblln, J. Hovmand, M. Slddall, K Kelly Balancing W Lu Qu: and K Rlchardson, M Burns, and L. Cramp. Mats: S. Stewart, E. Paterson, B, Bereznay, L. Valentine, L. Riley, T. Nesbitt. 79 CHEERLEADI G This year we had a first in the school, two separate cheerleading teams, senior and junior, although occasionally we cheered together. The year got off to a great start, the juniors learning the cheers enthusiastically and the seniors not far behind. As we settled down to school routine, however, pep withered and eventually died at the beginning of the basketball season. I know that in our school cheerleaders are not pampered as in other schools - no out of town trips, no parties - but we are just as important for spirit. Next year, this year's junior team will be The Cheerleading Team. You have spirit and enthusiasm. Keep it up. Love, Marg. X ,A-',A5:R. ,, , ,,r,..f.it:f' 1 f .,M,1 - f nf , 'F '-v ' N ' . J 't24B..3f.r.la.13..4fLfJ. E Ep I I , ,Kg .nw as--B .S -B t- ' 1 L Balmoral Hall had one ski bus to La Biviere before our big ski weekend. Some people in the lower grades couldn't go, but there's always next year when they'll have preference over the grade below them. This year's big ski weekend was to Thunder Bay. lt was just our luck that it happened to be to the same place at the same time as the men from Raisoncourt. On the way down we travelled along with a snowstorm, the main topic of conversation being finally finishing exams! We made quite a few stops, not wanting to break any rules of course. At one stop, an hour away from our destination, most of us managed to find a huge snow drift near a gas station, the best place to relieve all our tensions and inhibitions. After getting over the confusion with the rooms, everybody supposedly settled down. Of course there were the odd ones who enjoyed the freedom of late night singing, laughing, and getting to know our new comet, Arnie . On Saturday night after skiing, the Grade 11's and 12's, went to dinner at Claybum's and then swimming at Dots. There were two injuries, but with a shoulder to lean on, the walking's a lot easier, eh, Kath? The bus ride home was sad for the reason that all our ski bums wanted more skiing time. The roads were bumpy, so Laurel's Snoopy pillow came in handy for the crippled ankles. Because the conditions were poor, we had only one more ski bus which was to Agazzi. Being the thoughtful people we are, we allowed six men from S.J.R. to join us. lVlost of the time was spent making the best of it sitting on the slopes soaking up the sun fpertaining mostly to F.O.j Two seems to be a lucky number in skiing injuries: one being one of the many pro skiers from Baisoncourt getting a tip in his face, and the other a beginner skier falling off the rope tow and wrecking her knee. On the bus ride home, everyone seemed to fall asleep while Dawn entertained us with her many educational songs twhat were you teaching, Dawn'?j Because there were so few ski buses this year, let's hope the conditions are better next year and that none of the enthusiasm is lost. A special thanks to Mr. and Mrs. Samson for getting up so early and for being able chaperones in controlling our rowdy ski buses. SKII G if 3 lxivyyt 3 , gl, M fit j Q -. .. ,fix 81 SPURTS DAY uw ,4- , . mv' 55 ff. JYH A , hm 1 ' ,P wfiggl. uf 1 A 1 .XXL A 1 5 A if , g. ' uf ff., - 1 ' 7.hi!'m 'Z,,'3,,A1,f3- , ., Q. FQ, g 4 f,,5E'?s-f9iEf,.fr5' I X: 42, 1 f' KA x' , O- in - - 'A f 'Cx ep Z Vw Zllil nil lf f'-JB!! PR. fk'1GJUM.h7l'LJ'. .' 8 Il .i1hi.lnlliiE'llDs f 4 n 1. w x K CHDIR . . . Back Row: E. Paterson, K. MacDonald, J. Nutter, J. Copp, D. Stillborn, B. Jacks, C. Kucharczyk, J. Forrest, L. Cramp, N. Lemon C. Lone, N. Riley. Middle Row: K. Richardson, A. Everett, B. Ashdown, S. Carter, S. Bennett, K. Kelly, M. Bennett, D. de Paiva A. Treleaven, K. Burch, L. Nebbs, B. Campbell. Front Row: Mrs. Enns lChoir Directorj, M. Klassen, J. Saunders, J. Chegwin, M. Burns, L. Valentine, M. Ballem, L. Lu Qui lChoir Headj, J. Yang, H. Hagen, N. Russell, S. Stewart, E. Smith, Mrs. Honey lOrganist1 Absent: M. Wiswell, M. Burns. It is that time of year when I must reminisce back to September on all the activities of the B.H. choir. This year the B.H. choir had its ups and downs. Spirit shifted from Wednesday to Friday, but I think we always came through with a ring of perfection. Despite the fact that quite a few of our choir members were involved in the actual Christmas Play, I think we performed exceptionally well. Once again our girls continued combo choir with the S.J.R. boys, but just as the going got good we were thrown over for hockey. Friday morning performances were always moving and well doneg we all enjoyed them. The choir sang quite a variety of music ranging from dramatic songs such as Exodus and No Man ls An Island to playful tunes such as Lazy Mary lloved by allll. On the whole it was an interesting year. Thanks to Mrs. Enns and lvlrs. Honey. 83 v . ETC. sw ,,.. If you were ever around the Grade 12 lockers at nine o'clock I'm sure you often heard the familiar cry of HELP from one of those frantic Grade 12's. Chances were it was the Choir Head realizing she had nothing to do in Prayers. Ideas ran out as the girls of B.H. continually complained of boredom! So we tried to overcome that general feeling by creating something new: Assembly. Assembly was a more relaxed gather- ing of the girls where one may have expected films, records, witty skits - anything of general interest. The face seen up at the front varied from a Grade 7, to ateacher playing Superstar, The whole school was involved which is the way it should be. I feel that it has been a great success and I hope all of you feel the same way. Before I close, I have two special requests. The first is: donft be too easy to criticize or class Assembly as boring, for . . . ln trying to please all, you please none. The second is a hearty thanks to lvlrs. I-Ioag for all her work and general motivation and to the great spirit brought forth by those talented actresses - the Grade 9's. Best of Luck next year! Love, Leslie 84 GRADUATION MAY nh, 1971 4,0 1 lo ing Exercises WEDNESDAY, JUNE 23, 1971 Subject and Award Grade Xl Canadian History ................................... Nancy Lemon lJulia M. Adamson Bequestl Honourable Mention ............................... Nancy Russell Xl German .................................................. Lesley David Xl English .. ....... Allyson Treleaven History ......................,.....,........................ Nancy Riley French 300 .............................................. Jean Forrest lClare McCulloch Memorial Awardl French-Civilisation ............................. Elizabeth Moden Mathematics 300 .............................. Barbara Campbell lJames A. Dowler Awardl Geography ............................................... Jean Forrest Biology ,... ...... E lizabeth Haworth Chemistry ...... Elizabeth Haworth Physics ..... ..... E lizabeth Moden Physics ...... .................,.,................... E lizabeth Moden Julia M. Adamson - Can. Hist. Essays 8. Projects ............... Sheila Harrison and Louise Nebbs Grade Xl 8. Xll Hon. Mention .......................... Lesley David and Janet Hagen AWARDS ALREADY PRESENTED Executive Council Head Girl ................................................ Nancy Riley School Captain .. Sports Captain House Heads - Elisabeth Deckker Ellen Paterson Ballater .......................................... Allyson Treleaven lDalton Memoriall Braemer ............................................ Elizabeth Moden lHoskin Memoriall Craig Gowan ............................................ Janet Nutter lRiverbend Awardl Glen Gairn ......................................... Sylvia Ronceray lGrace Edgar Memoriall Head of Residence .............................,..... Katherine Burch Head of Choir ............................................... Leslie Lu Qui Clare McCullough Memorial Award for Creative Art ................................... Shelagh Carter lPresented by 1965 Gradsl Rosemary Gordon Condo Memorial Library Award ............... Louise Edwards, Diana Salter Fire Marshall ............................................... Cynthia Lone Gymnastics and Athletics Gymnastics - Midget ......................... Elizabeth Cherewan - Junior .................................... Jane Everett - Intermediate ........................ Signy Stewart lT. Harry Webb Bequestj - Senior Gymnast ................... Ellen Paterson Highest Individual Points for Sports - Midget .................. Vicki Guy, Susan Dalke Junior .......... , ................ Debbie Metcalfe Intermediate ...... ...... J oan Saunders Senior ........... ....... J anet Nutter House Cups - Sports Day Basketball ....... Ballater 8t Junior ......... Braemar Craig Gowan Senior ........... Ballater Badminton Kan Yang Volleyball ........ Ballater Runner Up ........ Lorraine Cramp J. Anderson Award ............................... Barbara Campbell Special Awards Presentation ot the Pin to the Head Girl ..,.... Nancy Riley Presentation of Dalton Award to School Captain ................................ Elisabeth Deckker Presentation of Cup to Sports Captain ........ Ellen Paterson The Sir James Aikins Memorial House Trophy Craig Gowan Governor-General's Bronze Medal ......... Elizabeth Haworth Elizabeth Patton Memorial Shield .. ............. Nancy Riley M. Cole-Davis. Deportment Award ................ Mary Wiswell G. Murrell-Wright Award ..........,....................... Kan Yang Presented by Balmoral Hall Alumnae Association Rosemary G. Condo Memorial Award .......... Cynthia Lone Balmoral Hall Diplomas Katherine Burch Margaret Burns Constance Kucharczyk Catherine Sanden Emily Smith Eleanor Swan Judith Taylor Allyson Treleaven Laurie Wesson Mary Wiswell Clara Wong Cynthia Lone Barbara Campbell Leslie Lu Qui Caroline Crocker Mary Martyn Elisabeth Deckker Elizabeth Moden Susan Folinsbee Janet Nutter Ellen Paterson Jean Forrest Elllabeth HaW0l'th Nancy Riley Sylvia Ronceray Scholarships and Bursaries Helen Hay Balmoral Hall Alumnae Scholarship ........ Lesley Valentine lCommendable Average in Grade lXj Havergal-Rupert's Land Scholarship ..,........... Jane Lawson lCommendable Average in Grade Xl Havergal-Rupert's Land Scholarship ........... Nancy Lemon, Louise Nebbs lCommendable Average in Grade Xll E. L. Drewry Award ............................ Elizabeth Haworth lCommendable Average in Grade Xlll List of Donors PRIZE, SCHOLARSHIP AND BURSARY FUND His Excellence The Governor-General of Canada, Mrs. Harold Aikins, Mr. and Mrs. W. J. Condo, Balmoral Hall Alumnae Association, Mrs. B. Chown, Mrs. W. H. Collum, Mrs. M. Cole+Davis, Mrs. James A. Dowler, Miss M. Hoskin, Dr. and Mrs. A. McCulloch, The Graduates of 1947 and 1962. Programme Chairman - MR. I. L. JESSIMAN O CANADA SCHOOL PRAYER A THANKSGIVING HYMN We thank Thee, Lord, for this fair earth, The glittering sky, the silver sea, For all their beauty, all their worth, Their light and glory come from Thee. Thine are the flow'rs that clothe the ground, The trees that wave their arms above, The hills that gird our dwellings round, As Thou dost gird Thine own with love. Yet teach us still how far more fair, More glorious, Father, in Thy sight, ls one pure deed, one holy prayer, One heart that owns Thy Spirit's might. So, while we gaze with thoughtful eye On all the gifts Thy love hath giv'n. Help us in Thee to live and die, By Thee to rise from earth to heav'n. Amen. No Man is an Island . ............................... Senior Choir Chairman's Remarks Guest Speaker ............. ..... T he Rt. Rev. W. Gerald Burch Bishop of Edmonton Earth and All Stars .... ............................... J unior Choir Presentation of Awards ........................ Mrs. Bruce Chown Valedictory ................................ Nancy Riley, Head Girl Executive Council Exchange of Pins Closing Remarks ..................................... Dr. H. M. Perry Presentation of Diplomas ...................... Mrs. Bruce Chown The Lord's Prayer ...... ....................... S chool The Queen ............. ...................... C hoir The Hebrew Benediction . ...... Choir US... A -4 r 0 lo X f Q ' T1 Y v-Q g Q 'SC GRADS 71 I Alexander, Margot as Yale Ave. 191 ......................... ...... 4 53-5411 Armstrong, Catherine No. 201 Corona Hotel 111 .................... 943-8521 Ashdown, Barbara, Joan and Lorraine 186 Westgate 111 .................................. 772-3100 Ashdown, Mary Grace 1191 Wellington Cresc. 191 ...... ...... Bailey, Karin 157 Westgate 111 .................................. Ballem, Mercedes 247 Eagle Ridge Dr. S.W., Calgary 9 Banfield, Alexandra 330 Kingsway Ave. 191 ......................... Bell, Andrea 800 Oak St. 191 .................... ...... Bennett, Mary 1195 Simcoe St., Moose Jaw ........ ...... Bennett, Susan 2343 Longridge Dr., Calgary 10 ............ Bereznay, Brigitte Box 370, Fisher Branch .... Borbely, Agnes 21 Pinebluff 161 ............... Botha, Natalia 268B Wellington Cresc. 191 Brodsky, Maline and David 104 Niagara St. 191 .............. ....... Buchanan, Wendy 14 Ruskin Row 191 ................. ....... Burch, Katherine 14140 98 Ave., Edmonton 51 Burns, Margaret 306 Newton, Ave. 1171 ......... ....... Burns, Martha 116 Ash St. 191 ............ Campbell, Barbara 493 Churchill Drive 1131 Campbell, Mary Jo 108 Grenfell Blvd. 1291 ..... Carter, Harriet and Hilary 202 Handsart Blvd. 1291 ..... ....... Carter, Shelagh 544 South Drive 1191 ....... Chegwin, Joyce 854 Kildonan Drive 1151 ..... ....... Cherewan, Elizabeth 820 Wellington Cresc. 191 ....... ....... Cherniack, Karen 121 Park Blvd. 1291 ........ Cloutier, Deidre 74 North Lake Drive ......... ....... Cohen, Sharon 810 Wellington Cresc. 191 ...... ....... Colquhoun, Laura Box 447, St. Norbert 1191 ........ ....... Cook, Michelle 324 Victoria Cresc. 181 ....... ....... Cooper, Jennifer 122 Brock St., 191 .................. ....... Copll Jeannette Box 16, Gr. 508, R.R. No. 5 Corrigal, Darlene 476 London St. 1151 ........... ....... Coyne, Susan 29 Ruskin Row 191 ...... Cram Lorraine P, 421 Churchill Drive 1131 ............ ....... Creery, Philippa No. 3 House, Akudlik, Churchill .......... Crocker, Caroline 1836 Wesbrook Cresc., Vancouver 8 .... Cruickshank, Moira 320 Dromore Ave. 191 .......................... Dalke, Susan Box 7, Gr. 351, R.R. No. 3, Selkirk ..... David, Lesley Box 4, Gr. 378, R.R. No. 3, Winnipeg Deckker, Elisabeth 719 9th Ave. N., Saskatoon ..................... de Paiva, Dolores 586 Bruce Ave. 1121 ,.............. ....... Dickof, Karen 752 Westminster Ave. 1101 Dobie, Jocelyn 61 Conifer Cresc. 161 ......... ....... Doryk, Anne 701 South Drive 1191 ...... Dyck, Corinne 1182 Kildonan Drive 1161 ....... ....... Edstrom, Karen 3449 Assiniboine Ave. 1221 ........ ....... 489-8857 775-4993 255-4922 452-7432 284-0253 692-1 1 62 242-2643 372-6550 253-1 990 284-4830 489-9439 453-1 1 13 488-5388 338-3281 453-5730 452-1 643 489-5533 489-6954 452-7416 338-2528 452-6444 489-Q55 888-3030 284-1 234 269-2782 253-0742 489-91 81 222-331 8 667-2201 284-6536 453-41 96 856-2908 224-31 37 453-7022 482-5554 222-0007 244-8324 888-671 7 783-9676 256-2743 284-091 4 339-5816 888-0592 SCHOOL DIRECTORY Edwards, Louise 144 Ash St. 191 .................................. 453-3195 Everett, Bethan, Ashleigh, Jane and Kathleen 514 Wellington Cresc. 191 ..................... 475-4533 Folinsbee, Susan Box 59, Lynn Lake, Man. ....... ....... 356 -2203 Forrest, Jean Souris, Manitoba ................. ..... - 272 Freedy, Brette 295 River Rd. 181 ................................ 253-1998 Geddes, Beverley and Sandra 110 Buxton Rd. 1191 .................. ....... 4 52-6001 Gibbons, Kathleen 657 Mulvey Ave. 191 ....... ....... 4 75-8215 Gibson, Kimberley 196 Baltimore Rd. 1131 .............. ....... 45 3-6295 Gibson, Patricia 236 Riverside Drive, Thompson ...... 677-2016 Glassco, Megan 20 Monaco Bay 161 ..................... ....... 2 56-1413 Gordon, Nancy 406 Kelvin Blvd. 1291 ..... .... 888- 1660 Graham, Tracy Ann 288 Aubrey St. 1101 ..... .... 7 83-5854 Graham, Tracey Leigh 278 Rutland St. 1121 ............... ....... 8 32-3783 Gray, Michael and Pamela 3154 Henderson Hwy. 1151 ...... ....... 33 9-0348 Griffiths, Rhiannon 380 Kingston Cresc. 181 ..... .... 2 33-4838 Guy, Victoria 135 Eastgate 111 ......... .... 7 72-5200 Hagen, Janet 6508 127 St., Edmonton ....... .... 4 34-3678 Harrison, Sheila 172 Church Ave. 141 ........ .... 5 86-1644 Havelock, Valerie 18 Bannerman Ave. 141 ,... .... 5 89-0515 Haworth, Elizabeth 301 Victoria Cresc. 181 ....... .... 2 56-5648 Hay, Helen 114 Lodge Ave. 1121 ........ .... 83 2-4484 Hebb, Alison 123 Chestnut St. 1101 ....... ....... 7 72-7592 Heffelfinger, Amanda 34 Avonhurst Ave. 191 ..... .... 4 75-0704 Hogg, Tracy Anne 148 Yale Ave. 191 .............. .... 4 52-2631 Hollo, Judith and Susan 51 Eastgate 111 ................ ....... 7 74-7924 Holloway, Karen 118 Wiltshire Bay 161 ....... ......... 2 47-4923 Hovmand, Jane 56 Tanoak Park Dr. 1171 ....... ...... 33 9-7659 Hurley, Nuala 139 Middlegate 111 .............................. 783-7894 Jacks, Beverley, Barbara and Lori Ann 291 Yale Ave. 191 ................................ 475-5539 Jager, Shannon 80 Southwood Green 1191 ...... ...... 2 69-2001 James, Susan and Nicola 2188 Portage Ave. 1121 ........ ...... 8 32-0601 Jessiman, Sally 1010 1305 Grant Ave. 191 ........ ...... 4 52-7411 Jessiman, Megan 860 Wellington Cresc. 191 ........ ...... 4 53-4042 Johnson, Brenda Box 1020, The Pas .............. ...... 6 23-2664 Johnston, Lynn 12903 63 Ave., Edmonton ......... ...... 4 34-3355 Kanovsky, Jackie 707 Ash St. 191 ................. ...... 4 89-3196 Kay, Sarah 624 Muriel St. 1221 ....... ...... 8 88-5782 Kell, Marcia 658 Riverwood Ave. 1191 ...... ...... 4 53-0054 Kelly, Karen 53 Harvard Ave. 191 ........ .... 4 75-0502 Klassen, Marla 440 Lamont Blvd. 1291 ..... .... 8 88-6252 Konefall, David 1P 300 Roslyn Rd. 1131 ...... .... 4 75-1415 Kucharczyk, Constance 418 Leighton Ave. 1151 ........ .... 3 34-2059 Laing, Linda 434 2nd Street, Weyburn ................... 842-2336 Lawson, Jane Gr. 10, Box 9, R.R. No. 1, St. Norbert . 452-1865 Leach, Barbara 256 Dromore Ave. 191 ...................... 452-1741 Lemon, Nancy 131 Grenfell Blvd. 1291 ....... .... 4 89-5543 Lone, Cynthia 35 High St., Thunder Bay .......,..,.......... 344-1125 Lu Qui, Leslie and Wendy 1875 East ate Estates Windsor 8, Ont. Q , MacAulay, Alix and Robin 119 Handsart Blvd. 1291 ....... MacDonald, Riada 489-7125 1187 Simcoe St., Moose Jaw .................. 693-3338 Macdonald, Katherine 1225 Undine St., Bellingham, Wash. 98225 ................................................. 734-8558 Macdonald, Nancy and Mary 139 Harvard Ave. 191 ............... ........ 4 75-1569 MacLeod, Fraser 1074 Dorchester Ave. 191 ....... ........ 4 53-5933 Mallon, Amanda Rankin Inlet, N.W.T. ..... .. .. - 945 Mann, Pamela 1918 St. Mary's Rd. 181 ........................ 256-5866 Martyn, Mary Prairie Grove Rd., Vermette P.O. ........ 256-8000 Menzies, Rebecca 715 Fisher St. 1131 ............................... 452-Q39 Metcalfe, Deborah 252 Kingsway Ave. 191 ...... Moden, Elizabeth 124 3rd St., Kenora ........ Morrison, Deborah 453-6305 468-9712 85 Harrow St. 191 ................................ 284-5338 Muir, Shelley-Anne 524 Stiles St. 1101 ................................. 772-1319 McDonald, Elizabeth, Gillian and Heidi 309 Bower Blvd. 1291 ............ McEwan, Frances 68 Pickerel Cresc., Thompson McGiverin, Mary 127 Grenfell Blvd. 1291 ......... Mclntyre, Anne 214 Lamont Blvd. 1291 ......... McKenty, Mariann 4050. N. Prospect, Shorewood, Wisconsin 53211 ................ Nebbs, Louise 99 Braemar Ave. 161 ....... Nesbitt, Tracy 283 Kingsway Ave. 191 ...... Noren, Caroline 16-85 Young St. 111 ....... Nugent, Jennifer 1442 Mathers Bay E. 191 ........ Nutter, Janet 888-7559 677-3545 489-6635 .. .,............ 489-7355 Milwaukee, 962-7733 233-3957 284-0133 786-4576 284-7601 52 Yale Ave. 191 ....................... ........ 4 52-9955 Osborn, Andrea and Louise 670 Academy Rd. 191 ............ Owens, Kimberly 124 Chestnut St. 1101 ............. Oxtoby, Carolyn and Julie 24 Southmoor Rd. 161 ........... Paterson, Ellen 131 Ridgedale Cresc. 1201 ..... Pollock, Joni 860 Brock St. 191 ............ Puri, Poonam 105-231 Goulet St. 161 ...... Purves, Karen 105 Ash St. 191 ........... Purves, Helen 115 Handsart Blvd. 1291 ..... Punris, Karin 932 Renfrew Bay 191 ....... Raymond, Susan 645 Queenston St. 191 ........ Reed, Charlotte 202 Hanlard Ave. 191 ..... Reid, Jennifer 178 Harvard Ave. 191 ........... Richardson, Karen 489-2918 774-0447 256-3701 888-0524 489-3930 233-2028 284-2855 489-6883 489-4780 489-4200 453-4251 475-4791 Briamieade Farm, Lot 197, St. Mary's Road ............................................... 253-4221 Richardson, Sara 5209 Roblin Blvd. 1201 ....... Riley, Leslie 43 Middlegate 111 ...... Riley, Nancy 29 Ruskin Row 191 ..... Roberts, Laura 51 Balsam Pl. 161 ............. Robertson, Elizabeth 832-5433 772-4467 284-6536 452-5025 353 Eveline St., Selkirk ........ ........ 7 57-4119 Roblin, Diana 616 Cloutier, St. Norbert ..... Rocco, Rachel 511 Sprague St. 1101 ...... Ronceray, Sylvia Somerset, Man. 269-1381 783-4708 744-2667 Russell, Nancy 740 South Drive 1191 ...... ........ Russell, Stacey 585 River Ave. 1131 .... ........ St. John, Juliet 200 Dromore Ave. 191 ....... ........ Salter, Diana and Drew 114 Grenfell Blvd. 1291 ....... ........ Sanden, Catherine 10333 132 St., Edmonton ...... ........ Saunders, Joan 101 Park Blvd. 1291 ....... ........ Sehon, Caroline 694 Academy Rd. 191 ........ ........ Setter, Mary Joanne 124 Elm Park Rd. 181 ...... ........ Shelton, Nancy 900 Dorchester Ave. 191 ........ ........ Shore, Bonny 731 Ash St. 191 .............. ........ Shore, Cynthia 122 Grenfell Blvd. 1291 ......................... Siddall, Maria 105 Prospect Ave., Thunder Bay ......... . Sitter, Eloise 475 Hochelaga St. E., Moose Jaw ......... Sifton, Pat Stoneacres , Box 175, R.R. No. 5 ..... . smith, Emily 904 Kildonan Drive 1151 ...................... Smith, Kirby 510 Park Blvd. 1291 ............................. Speers, Dianne 60 Wilton St. 191 ........................ Stanley, Carolyn and Pearl Jeanglmna 93 Middlegate 111 ................................ Stephen, Dawn 308 River Ave. W., Dauphin ................ Stewart, Signy 137 Elm St. 191 ................... ........ Sti lborn, Deborah Drawer 126, Lorlie, Sask. ..... ....... . Stubbs, Christopher 59 Agassiz Drive 1191 .......... ........ Swan, Eleanor 6635 Norwood St., Halifax ........ ........ Taylor, Judith Grand Rapids, Man. ........................... . Thornton, Tamara 1320 Carol Lane, Deerfield, Ill. 60015 .... Treleaven, Allyson 482 Waterloo St. 191 ............................. Trigg, Sheron 259 Churchill Drive 1131 ...... ........ Tuer, Jodi 31 Armour Cresc. 1121 ...... ........ Unger, Rhonda 140 Hawthorne Ave. 1161 ...... ........ Valentine, Lesley 4511 Roblin Blvd. 1201 ...... ........ Vannan, Gillian 817 Ash St. 191 ......... ......,. Wallace, Sarah 59 Kingsway Ave. 191 ....... ........ Wasson, Lisa and Lynne 64 Roslyn Cresc. 1131 ....... ........ Watts, Margaret 721 Townsend Ave. 1191 ....... ........ Werner, lsanne 1526 Mathers Bay W. 191 ...... ........ Wesson, Lau rie 1833 Grant Drive, Regina .................... Westcott, Cathy and Mari Dawn 616 South Drive 1191 .......................... Whiteford, Janet 106 Middlegate 111 ............... ........ Whittaker, Mary 13112 66th Ave., Edmonton .................... Wharton, Laurie, Susan and Wendy 170 Ubique Cresc. 191 ........................... Wilkins, Brenda 9519 64 Ave., Edmonton ...............,........ Wilson, Betsy 615 Denton St., Coquitlam, B.C. .......... . Willer, Kathleen 982 Dorchester Ave. 191 ............ ........ Wiswell, Mary 326 Kingsway Ave. 191 ......................... Wong, Clara 2 Fort St., North Point, Hong Kong ..,... Yang, Kan 71 Langside St. 111 ............................ Yetman, Lau rel 1002-231 Goulet St. 161 ....... ......... 452-6526 452-4293 284-1 089 489-51 1 5 488-7551 489-2874 489-4837 247-4032 474-2820 489-21 04 489-9523 344-5393 693-3351 222-2657 334-7775 888-9084 452-61 77 783-9005 638-4994 453-2285 335-2579 452-4389 423-1666 639-2294 945-9475 474-4661 452-4060 889-1 892 334-5757 888-4705 489-5037 453-781 6 284-0788 269-2980 489-521 4 584-391 6 284-6527 775-2602 434-8073 489-9789 435-81 47 936-4544 284-4688 284-3386 703-460 775-3771 24 7-71 1 6 patrons... n lvlemoriatn ol Nicholas llrynyll and Karol Romanill wlwo passed away early lms year Nick and Alec will always and students ol' Balmoral Hall as 'line school S handyman and groundskeepers Q1 . K be remember-ecl by 'l'l'le S'l'a'l:Q . and Mrs. N. J. Alexander Mr. P. L. Ashdown Mr. J. Ballem Mr. R. Bennett . I. Bereznay Mrs. J. L. Botha Mr. J. B. Bracken Mrs. W. G. Burch Mrs. B. M. Burns Mr. D. H. Carter Mrs. Collum Mr . J. E. Coyne . G. A. Cramp . R. A. Creery . L. Cruickshank Mr. J. C. Dobie Mr. and Mrs. G. Gibson Mr. L. H. Glassco Mr. Justice R. D. Guy Mr. G. Heffelfinger Mr. R. D. Hogg Mrs. N. F. Houvmand Mr. D. M. Jessiman Mr. I. L. Jessiman Mr. and Mrs. J. P. Johnson M A F J d r. . . u d Mrs. W. J. Kay Mr. J. Klassen Mrs. E. Larsen Miss S. Litch Mrs. S. T. Mallon Mr. C. G. Mann Lt.-Gov. W. J. McKeag Mrs. W. J. McKeag Mr. F. P. Moden Mr. J. R. Nutter Mrs. G. W. Purves The Hon. Mrs. J. A. Mr. G. Richardson Miss K. Richardson Mrs. C. S. Riley Miss D. Riley Miss J. Riley Dr. R. O. Robertson Mrs. J. Shore Mrs. D. V. Sitter Mr. W. D. Stewart Mrs. and Mrs. D. W. Mrs. G. S. Wharton Miss C. Winter Dr. J. W. Whiteford Richardson Westcott . .thanks UNIRIJYAL DEALER ACADEMY 66 SERVICE DIAGNOSTIC CENTRE ATIS OBIE MINKEVICS 545 Academy Rd Manager Winnipeg 9, Man Phone 489-2457 Science Will Rule The WU RLD! Leroy IRexI KIDDIE CITY .IANSEN PRODUCE LTD. 191 ELLEN ST., WINNIPEG 2 Wholesale Fruit 81 Vegetables 943-8446 Quahfcy gods year Bowyer-'Boag Limited 1541 Dugald Road, ST. BONIFACE, MANITOBA Plumbing - Heating - Gas Conversions Air Conditioning - Sprinkler Systems WESTACRES FARMS LTD. Bar W Bar Ranch Quality Cereal Seeds Exotic Crossbred Cattle Grayce 84 Jack Stilborn Lorlie - 335-2579 - Sask. THE CANDLE SHOP 160 Stafford St. WINNIPEG 9, MANITOBA For a Gift That's Different MARY seamen M BGDKS 4 KENNEDY STREET WINNIPEG 1, MAN. PHONE 943-2117 CONGRATULATIONS TO GRADS Dr. 84 Mrs. L. J. Stephen DAUPHIN ,lgest qMsAes ,jimfmaf '71 COMPLIMENTS OF Kromar Printing Company ltd. Printers - Lithographers 708 Broadway WINNIPEG 1, CANADA Telephone: f204j 786-3478 BOOK NOOK OF MURRAYS PHARMACY oRosvENoR SQUARE Phone 783-3910 R0bins0n's English Bakery English Pastries Birthday 6 Wedding Cakes - B eads Pies - Rolls - Donuts Call us for Social Occasions 230 SHERBROOK WINNIPEG, MAN TUXEDO BOOK 81 RECORD SHOP coIvIPI.IIvIENTs OF JOHN C. DOBIE, BA. Senior Economist REID. CROWTHER MPARTNERS LIMITED CONSULTING GINEERS Q PLANNER Best Wishes for your Future suAv E I 4qI7'fz:fQi:b. 35' ,.k'-'. X I Wa lter COPP D E B O N A I R fi Grower of INTERNATIONAL FRESH VEGETABLES 'EA. Gnd 0 V.v- I .- .IUgI l93d f G PLANTS VEGETABLE STALL AT FARMER'S MARKET IO90 Nairn Avenue . . PHONE Farms at and l320 Bnrds HIII Road Res. 222.3310 O sr. ADOLPHE a. NORTH KILDONAN 'W' '57'3 ' CONGRATULATIONS TO THE GRADS . . . COMPLIMENTS OF MARINE STORAGE 81 SERVICE CompIe+e Indoor Sforage for your Boat Power Toboggan, Travel Trailer Efc. Phone 256-330I 0l'i'll9Al'i'l2I'l!5 0 THE CANADIAN INDEMNITY CO. 333 MAIN STREET WINNIPEG I, MAN. rlflknnipegk 4-Cczrgesf genera! xgnsufrance Company Congrafulafions fo tk e graoluafes! 7970 - 7971 Sincerely, Mr. and Mrs. Jack P. Johnson Censored BEST WISHES COMPLIMENTS T0 THE You are always welcome at CLASS OF House of Irene Beauty Clinic 215 Sherbrook Street WINNIPEG 1, MANITOBA 775-5083 DEPENDABLE DRUG STORE SERVICE MCKNIGHTS DRUGS IOI Sherbrook Street Ph, 733-0151 PARKL S LTD. 8TH FLOOR, 491 PORTAGE AVE., WINNIPEG 2, MAN. 775-0211 DEVELOPERS OF RESIDENTIAL NEIGHBORHOODS omla imenfzi o DOMINION MOTORS LIMITED CL'U'lCIC!GZ,S ofmfgesf Cm Qbeafefs I i i I IF I HAD MY WAY, IWOULD WRITE THE WORD INSURE OVER THE DOOR OF EVERY COTTAGE, AND UPON THE BLOTTING BOOK OF EVERY PUBLIC MAN, FOR I AM CONVINCED THAT FOR SACRIFICES THAT ARE INCONCEIVABLYSMALL, i FAMILIESCOULD BE SECURED AGAINST CATAS- TROPHIES WHICH OTHERWISE WOULD SMASH THEM UP FOREVER. A-1 W vviNsToN CHURCHILL ,x ,M Tl- I , -A .L-Q X DONALD G. JACKS C.L.U. Manager, Crown Life Insurance Company I 55 Donald St., Winnipeg, Manitoba Phone: 942-8118 Com liments BROADWAY PHARMACY p 618 Broadway Cor. Young Phone 783-0150 9 783-7025 PRESCRIPTIONS oi 3 BROADWAY BEAUTY BAR I , 670 Broadway, Ave. Friend We Curl Up A d Dy F Y 783 5173 7726400 Bus. 943-998I -2 29I Kennedy S+., Winnipeg, Man. Hovmand Galleries Canadian Arr Si Antiques Res. 339-7659 Ron Peake Res. 247-9348 Canad ian Ari' 81 Anfiques Cusfom Framing C. Kucharczyk, E. Haworth, B. Campbell, M. Burns, N. Lemon, S. Carter, L. Cramp, H. Hay, C. Crocker, S. Harrison, L, Nebbs I- -Dear friends, A ilvq it if There is a lot of creativity in the students of Balmoral Hall. If and when the girls decide to utilize their talents, the results are well worth it. Although the preliminaries are tedious and extremely time consuming, we assume that almost everyone appreciates the finished product. You see before you the 1971 Optima Anni. The title of our book was chosen a number of years ago, and it means the best of the year. We have had our disappointments as well as our best times this year. We hope that this book accomplishes our purpose, that of presenting a reflection and lasting memory of our school as it was in the school year of 1970-1971. We especially thank Mr. lan Jessiman and Mr. David Friesen, Jr., without whose tireless efforts Optima Anni Seventy-one could not have been possible. We would also like to sincerely thank Miss Lucas - Burser, Mrs. Rankin - Registrar, Mrs. Coyne of the Junior School staff, Mrs. Stubbs and Mrs. Konantz of the Art department, Dr. Lander and Mrs. Trevenen of the English department, and Barney and Arthur of Paramount Studios. Thank you also to our patrons. We enjoyed compiling this yearbook, and hope that there will be an Optima Anni Seventy-Two. Love, The Yearbook Kids. G... C Q. .M-as Li in lf' 1i3R !V' 3 . AM A 'Q0 x ....B...... WM. 1 'J' , fl if , Q-me-1.-M Mia.. VVE'LL MISS YOU f D , .X D4 -X? 9 . fa-jwvk h I 1 fb 7, cum. ff 1, f Lrho by D W Fnesen 81 S Lid AIU M 9 bn, Cnnad Z1 Q O M ff -.,..a.f3 . 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