Balmoral Junior High School - Crimson Green and White Yearbook (Calgary, Alberta Canada)

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LITERARY 35 - A MISTAKE When my Dad and I were-on the train going from Calgary to Winnipeg, we took an upper and lower berth at the very end of the train. I slept in the upper and he slept in the lower. Before we went to bed he told me to wake him up at’5.30 if he wasn ' t already awake. 1 1 got up in themaming about 5.00 o ' clock and went back to the observation car for a while. When it was 5.30 I went back to the berth to wake my Dad. I began shaking him to wake him up. When he awoke he asked me what time it was and I ' told him it was 5.30, He just told me to shut up and let him go back to sleep. Well,I was a little downhearted because he told me to wake him up at 5.30 so I went back through all the dimly lit sleeping cars to the observation car and who should I find there but my Dad. I had awakened the person at the other end of the sleeping carl Jim Mayhew. 9-3. CALGARY A foothill city now but of old a fort it was, Cradled in the valley of the Bow and Elbow too, Trading goods with trapper, rancher, Indian brave, Who with the help from grain, oil. and ribboned steel Built a town of narrow streets for cow and horse. It grew until the fort and town were, no 1 more) The buildings which of stone and ' wood were: made, ■ ? Today are doomed for steel and, brick ' have come instead) The streets unchanged are as in days of old) -Though a.gateway to the mountains and the mighty sea beyond, Our heritage is still recalled by the rancher and his herd, 1 And the narrowed streets built for them to paps. George Wiberg, ■ 9-4 SCJNSET As vivid colours rise to meet the horizon and blanket it under their beauty, yellows, pinks, fire reds and velvet blues blend together and evaporate into the vast unknown. The sun, which once somewhat guarded our comparatively humble life, has now partially disappeared behind the long line of mountains. These are now outlined in a thick line of black and the burning sun to a deathlike blood red, in this world of fantasy. . ■ In the east, stars are beginning to elbow their way through the immense billowy clouds, which are now bound in the most luxurious of golds, while in the distance, towering trees surrounding a large old house, look black against Mother Nature’s paintbox. Dianne Stedman, IX-.1