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

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stone loomed ahead—high school. By now we were beginning to develop our personalities and to form lasting friendships. We began to realize that school really had a purpose, that it was necessary in helping us to fit into that great adult world of tomorrow. No more playing hookey or complaining for now the idea of gaining knowledge took on new meaning. We no longer felt imprisoned inside those stone walls when we could be out playing softball or riding our bikes, and the teachers no longer seemed like evil demons simply put there to punish us or order us around. We began to plan for the future and studying fitted into those plans very neatly. Fall found us on the road to the ninth plateau and that far distant summit was beginning to loom larger in the mists ahead. Those four years of high school life passed all too quickly, barely giving us enough time to do all that we wanted. Then, before we realized it we had finally grasped and then reached that famed peak. We had fulfilled our ambition and were about to graduate. For some of us it had been a struggle, for others the road had flowed a little more smoothly, but despite the pit- falls we all agree that these were very worthwhile years guiding us to a better tomorrow. But don’t get me wrong, not all our school life was full of study and hard work, we had our good times, too. Remember the football games when we yelled ourselves hoarse cheering our team on to victory? Our initiation with its color and fun (oh, how we hated those laughing seniors!). Our first dance when we were all a little afraid to venture out on that shiny floor; the joy of receiving a good mark for a piece of work well done; our high school parties when all was forgotten as we danced to “Hound Dog’’ or carried a broom around the floor looking for some unsuspecting victim; the Literary meetings with their funny room reports and hastily perpared programs; our annual drama nights with their hard but rewarding work; the Satur¬ day morning curling games when we crawled out of bed and went off to the rink half asleep; the satisfaction of producing a new yearbook full of the year’s episodes and historic events; the field meets with the joy of winning that much cherished ribbon; all of these will continue to live in our hearts and will bs food for the lonely hours in the years to come. Being the first class to graduate from the new building we look back on the old with feelings of regret and nostalgia for it was here that we spent most of our school years. The crowded halls, the winding stairway, the old school bell, the creaking floors—all of these will be memories which will be tucked away and kept for the coming years. But now we have reached our final year in a brand new building. It has been a year of nervousness, excitement and last minute plans, for, from here we leave to find our way in that great outside world. As we go we cannot help but remember those whom we leave behind, those who have helped us in these twelve eventful years. Our parents who guided those first wandering footsteps and tried so hard ot keep us on the right track; without their gentle nudge now and then I am sure that many of us would have sat down discouraged and downhearted many times along that long and tedious road. Our teachers who gave us our start and helped us or should I say tried to help us gain some of that knowledge of the world; I say tried to help for I am sure that at times their task must have seemed insurmountable. The school board who made our years of learning a little easier by supplying the facilities and tools necessary for the job; without their aid both financial and otherwise I am sure that some of us would not have made the grade. To each and everyone of you we give our heartfelt thanks. Now as this second milestone is about to slip away from under us we look out at the wide expanse set before us and wonder just what the future will hold. Some of us will be off trying to conquer new and higher peaks, others will follow pathways along this last plateau but wherever our careers, professions, and jobs lead us cur only hope is that we may live up to your expectations and not let you down after all that has been done to help us achieve this ambition. In closing I would like to quote a poem written by one of the graduating class. I believe that it best conveys our feelings of what has gone before and what looms ahead; Now have passed the long tedious days. Soon we will be gone our separate ways. How each school day seemed twenty-four hours, Under the guidance of grumpy powers. The first grade was a great step forward, In the second words just simply poured. Thirdly claiming to be sick, Until the fourth when any team we could lick. Too soon after holidays grade five arrived, Then six when the boys suddenly realized we were alive.

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Principals Message The first year of school life in our new building- is almost over. I’m sure we’re all convinced that the increased facilities have made both our job of teaching and your job of learning a little easier. In addition the gymnasium has afforded opportunity for a multi¬ tude of activities not previously pos¬ sible. Broadview and district can be justifiably proud of their new school. Unquestionably the best way for our students to show their appreciation for the facilities provided is to increase and strengthen their academic achievements and to prove themselves better citizens as a result of the extra-curricular school experiences. This, we hope, you have done and will continue to do. We also hope that those enrolled in this building will be able to look back on this first year with as much pleasure and satisfaction as we, the staff. Although only half our student population had the privilege of christening the new building, the ether half has not long to look forward to enjoying the new sur¬ roundings. Undoubtedly, before you reached this point in our publication you noticed some¬ thing else that’s new—our yearbook. In the past years we printed everything but the cover ourselves, and this year, the book has been commencially printed. However, a great deal of hard work goes into a publication of this sort, regardless of how it is printed, and I would like to congratulate the staff advisor and the yearbook staff for the fine job they have done. The greatest desire is that this yearbook which we publish annually will become for you a cherished record of the school’s achievements and also a record of your own and your friends’ school careers. At this point, too, I would like, on behalf of the entire staff, to wish those who leave us for the last time this year a truly happy and successful life. —Mr. H. J. Leibel. Valedictory Today we have reached another milestone in our lives—today we have finally fulfilled a life-long dream—to graduate. Ever since that first awe-filled day in the building of learning we have been striving towards this goal, which at times I will admit, seemed shadowy and very far away; but now, having reached the summit we feel compensated for all the laughter and tears that have been shed in attaining it. What lies beyond is in our hands! Twelve years of learning, of trying to understand, of succeeding, of failing, all seem so short when we look back on them. That first day of school. Do you remember it? Out of the mist of past events we catch a glimpse of a small room full of tiny desks, a smiling teacher, and the then-new faces. That was our first milestone—we had reached the first plateau in our life of learning. Some of us faced that plateau with anxiety, some with hesitancy, others with howls and still others were overjoyed at the thought of going to school like big brother or sister. This was but the beginning. As the years passed we gradually climbed up that mountain of learning, gaining new knowledge each step of the way. Two, three, four, five years went by and the succeeding plateaus were becoming a bit harder to reach, the path a little steeper. Then without warning, the eighth year passed beyond our grasp and the second mile-

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Seven when we must not get our dresses soiled, Here we were in eight beginning to toil. Next, freshmen, about to be drafted, Now in ten, we considered ourselves rafted. Eleven and we thought we had the world, Alas, twelve, and soon to be unfurled. —Patricia Morrice, Editorial Another school year is about to pass beyond us and to become lost in that endless space called time. Another term is about completed—the fi¬ nal cne for some of us. Whether we have used our precious time wisely, or not, has been up to us. We hope that we have. This year saw many changes in the old ways and customs of B.H.S. We moved into a brand new schocl with its modern and shining facil¬ ities; we became accustomed to our gym, learning new sports such as basketball and volleyball; op¬ portunities which had not been open to us before. The 1959-60 term also saw the publishing of a new yearbook with a totally different name, the BEAM—Broadview Educational Achievements Manual. This beginning of a new decade has in¬ deed been a year of achievements, a year which will be remembered with pride by those who have had a hand in its history-making events. As we leave the old year behind I would like to depart with the hope that greater achievements, both academic and extra-curricular, will be attained in the future and that those who return in the fall will come back with new and more tantalizing ideas to add to ours and to make the next schocl year even more enjoyable for all. —Patricia Morrice, Editor-in-Chief. Seniors VIOLA EALEY: “Vi” is one of the quieter girls of grade twelve—in fact the only quiet girl. It’s a good thing somebody is, it helps to remind us of the virtues of a closed mouth; nobody can put their foot in it! Every day “Vi” comes to s chool smil¬ ing. Is it a certain blonde we know? Viola is fond of French, a certain “fella,” and dreaming about him in school. She dislikes going to bed early and geometry. “Vi” intends to be a stenographer, if no one changes her mind, and judging by the way that she keeps up with Mrs. Drake’s dictation, she should be a good one.