Broadview High School - Beam Yearbook (Broadview, Saskatchewan Canada)

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A BAD ACCIDENT There was an old man from Blackheath Who sat on his set of false teeth, He cried with a start, “Oh Lord, bless my heart, I’ve bitten myself underneath.” —Elaine McLeod, Grade IX. MIXED UP The stars were out, The sun was hot, He was where I was not. The grass was green, The snow was deep, The posies awoke From a long summer sleep; The birds above Their nests did build. I stepped on an ant The poor bug was killed. He didn’t moan, He didn’t groan, He said with a whimper, “Please send me home.” I looked at my watch, It seemed to say, “You’ve wasted your time and day away Writing a poem you know nothing about, You’re nothing but a stupid lout.” —Margaret Thompson, Grade X. TRAVELLING! ! Bumping, sliding, Banging, crashing, Crying, hurting, Landing At the bottom of the stairs. —Diane Wysoskey, Grade XI.

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MY LITTLE PARADISE Everybody has a dream of what paradise is, and what it would look like. This is my version of what “My Little Paradise” would look like. I would locate it in British Columbia in some secluded little valley in the Rockies. In this little valley, there would be a lake of fresh, cool, clear water just teeming with fish of all kinds and sizes, waiting to give me the sport and relaxation of fishing. In the forest around the lake, I would have a game preserve full of all kinds of these animals and birds survive the winter months. I would also keep a couple of carnivorous and herbivorous animals. I would also raise hay and some grain to help raise good sturdy saddle ponies for my own use, and I am quite sure a horse would enjoy living there much more than it would living in some dusty old pasture. For my own quarters, I would build a lodge of sweet smelling pine logs, and I would also make all my furniture of pine. I would have the odd tawdry little con¬ veniences like a home-made shower, an outboard motor, and a sixteen foot Peter¬ borough boat. The animals I would like to have the most in my little valley are the deer, elk, moose and Rocky Mountain goat. With some mink, beaver, weasel, otters, and the odd bear just to keep things lively and also so that the valley would not become over populated. I would like to have the authority to tag birds and vaccinate the deer and other herbivorous animals to keep the valley free from disease. After I had all these things, I would not be miserly with them and I would not live like Uncle Scrooge. I would have a short-wave radio and a plane with which to communicate with the outside world. I would also take the odd visitor with me to my humble little abode, but I would be careful in picking the persons I would take for I would not want word of my paradise getting out to hunters who would come and slaughter all the wild life innocent to the ways of human beings. I would also teach lesson to these visitors I would have, as to how beautiful nature is in her own untouched, wild state, and how innocent are her animals. In this little paradise with all its beautiful trees, flowers, birds, and animals is where I would like to spend the biggest part of my life, trying to keep nature lovely in the way it was meant to be, while I enjoy good health, sports, and a clean way of living. I think my greatest enemy that I would meet in trying to do this would be the human race. For in this world of ours there seems to be an unquenchable thirst for destruction and torture of all living things, and the “Little Paradise” is my answer as to the way of avoiding all this meanness and corruption. Although all places and people are not like this, the majority are, and you may gather from this that I would like to change the world, and my answer to that is no, I would not. You cannot stop progress. You may wonder how to get enough money to acquire a little paradise such as this. The answer is, it does not cost you a penny, all you need is an imagination and the ability to be a dreamer. —Lynn Baker, Grade XII. TO HAVE OR NOT TO HAVE A running deer, The rising sun, Oh, it’s so near, And me without a gun. No running deer. No rising sun. The mom is cold and drear’ Because now I have a gun. —Barry McFadden, Grade XII.

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SUNSET Far to the west the sun sinks below Orange, red and yellow, what a beautiful show. Like a ball of fire to us it seems Vividly imagined in our dreams. Lovers watch in fascination With a wonderous sensation. To the farmer, day is done. For the young, fdn is merely begun. With one stride dusk has settled Quietly and darkly over the land Everywhere like coal dust scattered From God’s loving hand. —Winnifred Gatrell, Grade IX STUDENT’S LAMENT This morning was dark and dreary, Although the sun did shine. For every mind was weary Because school began at nine. Now hearts are getting lighter, The minds are feeling free. The day is now much brighter, For it is half past three. —Jimmy Campbell, Grade X FAREWELL TO SCHOOL Farewell now school, I’ll miss you so, I’ll think of you as on I go. As I go into the world around, No matter where I may be found. Remembering back to my school years I will sit and remember those days in tears. The fun we had in those jolly ways Those joyous times of olden days. Now when the end is drawing near, We look on life with a feeling of fear. I’ll think of you wherever I dwell So now dear school I ' say, “farewell.” — Josephine Parker, Grade XII