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

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SPACE FLIGHT Have you heard of the awful flurry When the Russians orbitted Yuri, He circled the earth at the speed of light, It took him only part of the night. He reached the earth and Kruschie said, “I’m glad you’re alive and not stone dead. You come to my quarters and explain your flight And how you circled the earth like light!” He told his story and Kruschie said: “We’ve beaten those ‘Yanks’ and got ahead!” Meanwhile in Washington Kennedy heard Of how the great Yuri flew like a bird. He scratched his head and began to say, “We’ll launch a mein on the 6th of May.” The space race still goes on today But if you lose it’s a lot to pay. I wish all the countries would stay at home And leave the other planets alone. —Jimmy McFadden, Grade Nine. SOCIALS CLASS The day before the final tests, The teachers were lecturing to us “pests”. Mrs. Drake, she yelled at the class She told them they would never pass: “You’re the laziest things alive You should be as busy as bees ‘n’ a hive. How can you children be so dumb The smartest of you couldn’t be a bum. You don’t even know who Mettemich was, Or what a country’s cabinet does. Napoleon’s life is news to you, For all you know he kept a zoo.” The bell it rang to end the day. The students got up and dashed away. —Don Perrie, Grade Eleven. GOLDEN DAYS OF OLD In the merry days of old, When knights like Richard were bold, No teachers rule No slaving school Just hours of leisure I’m told. —Jim Campbell, Grade Eleven. THE DRIVER I got myself this old Ford car, It had many a-rattle, but it still could go far. The tires were good, the body was fair But that motor, man, was beyond compare! We were driving along the road one night; The moon was out and the stars were bright. The road was rough and none too straight;

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The majority of people wouldn’t dare to do anything that the crowd could class as different, but make smart remarkst about those who do. It all boils down to the fact that in our modern world there is a tremendous number of “followers” for the few “leaders” we possess. There is a lack| of the two qualities which provide the variety for interesting living. These are individualism and originality. The sooner these are developed and used, the better life will be. —Sherry Carnahan, Grade Ten. LAKE FRONT IN THE MOONLIGHT The lake front in the moonlight was a beautiful sight. The moon’s beam made a solid silver path across the gently rippling water. Along the shore, the black pines stood; dark sentinels along the margin of the division of land and water. Deep purple shadows cloaked the small white cottages along the expansive sheen of the silver-white sand. The air was clean and tang-filled with the earthy pine odour, and the fragrance of distant flower meadows pervaded the air. Only the soft slap of the ever-moving water or the occasional call of a loon disturbed the tranquility. —May Edwards, Grade Twelve. THE DISADVANTAGES OF HAVING EARS Even though ears are one of our most important senses, they have several dis¬ advantages. Some of the prime disadvantages are that they get dirty so quickly, they are the prime targets for teachers’ vengeance, and they often hear things they shouldn’t hear. Ears; the curse of small boys! We have all heard the familiar cry from Mother, Junior, back to the bathroom and wash your ears, or else I will.” Did you ever know a small boy who liked to Wash his ears? They are rarer than a woodpecker with twin bills. However, when boys grow older, they seem to wash their ears. Wonder why? Another of the great disadvantages of having ears is that they are one of the main targets for a teacher’s vengeance. Suppose you have turned around for a quick chat to your neighbour—the teacher is stealthily sneaking (my alliteration) up behind you. Suddenly you are lifted up by your ears and turned around. Your poor ears are sore, red, and about an inch longer. Your head has now lost its streamlined shape, and it isn’t your fault; the fault lies with the misshapen ears. However, the greatest disadvantage of ears is that they often hear things they were not meant to hear. People occasionally talk about you behind your back. If you were to hear this it might prove embarrassing to both parties concerned. As a result you might lose the person as a friend. That is why I consider ears to be a great disadvantage. , —Tom Cook, Grade Eleven. WESTWARD HO! Far away in a land by the sea, It is there where my heart longs to be. In a land where the mountains stand high, The birds gaily sing as they fly. By the pines, on the mountains beside, By the river that runs deep and wide, It is there, where the violets grow, It is there, in the west, I will go. —Barry Bruce, Grade Twelve. INVENTIONS There once lived a man named Ford, Old pieces of tin he did hoard. He put them together— With long throngs of leather And made a “darn” monster that roared. —Jean Kienas, Grade Ten.

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We were clipping along at a hundred and eight. When out of nowhere this Merc pulled by. I said to my gal, “I’ll show that guy!” I pushed the gas down to the floor. She was! giving all—could give no more. The guy in the Merc got quite a surprise— When I passed him by he blinked his eyes. We were doing one-twenty upon this hill The guy in the Merc seemed standing still. I went up the hill and over the top I kept on going; I couldn’t stop. I was going down the other side When I noticed the “cops” were sifter my hide. So down I slowed, and pulled to the side. What was the use of trying to hide? The cop came up acting real cool; He remarked to me, “You’re a ding-dang fool!” Now this cop you know was a real good sport. He said he was sorry to take me to court. The judge gave me a dirty look— Which made me feel like a common crook. ‘Cause I had no one to pay my bail, I got six months in the county jail. And after this to ease my tension I got a two-year licence suspension. Friend, I’ll give my advice to you Drive like me and you’ll get there too. —Fred Link, Grade Twelve. THE STUDENT Lord I am a student Who toils with my pen, Writing on my slate ’Till recess comes past ten. Recess is over now We sit and study the past, Also we study the present, ’Till noon comes at last. Noon is gone again Our freedom being deprived. We had to work at math, ’Till second recess arrived. Another recess gone Homework not done by some. We students work at comp Home time has finally come. —Charles Olson, Grade Ten. NATURE TRAILS WITH BRYAN AND SID Sid: There go wabbit! Guns: BLAM! BLAM! POW! BANG! BLAM! Wabbit: Lopety lopety lope, (he run) Bryan: Sid, wabbit run over your foot! Sid’s gun: BLAM! ! ! Sid: YEEEOWW! ! !