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

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audience. On Friday the actors and actresses once again had butterflies before their performance this time put befo re Grades 7 and 8. Finally the last per¬ formance for another year and the performers gave a good show for a very good crowd. Congratulations all! All were invited to come to the school to a dance organized by the Grade IXB students. The students spent Thursday and Friday decorating the gym and made it look lovely, with the fancy streamers, the Chinese Gardens sign and the colored lights. The band was Broadview ' s own Rebels and the music was well played and enjoyed. The evening ended with everyone tired but happy. 1962 ALUMNI MARIE FLEECE — Teachers College, Regina THOMAS COOK — Wooing the girls at the University of Saskatoon MARLENE FAFARD — Is now Mrs. N. Baker VINCE WARDEN — Is back at school LYNNE CRIDDLE — Cashier at Co-op Store, Broadview SHARON RINK — Teachers College, Regina DON MISKIMAN — Royal Bank, Winnipeg PATRICIA OSTLUND — Grey Nuns, Regina WAYNE DOMANKO — First Year Arts, U. of S. SHIRLEY FREDLUND — Practical Nursing Canora WILLIAM COE — Selling Insurance in Regina RUTH KURTZ — General Hospital, Regina WILLIAM OLSON — Taking a course in mechanics at Edmonton GLADYS LITTLE — Teachers College, Regina ROBERT PETRIE — Farming near Broadview PATRICIA CRIDDLE — Teachers College, Regina VIVIAN BROWN — Success College, Regina CONSTANCE HERR — Credit Union, Broadview REGINALD EALEY — Working as a bookkeeper in a laundry in Regina LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT I, Marion Fockler, bequeath Cathie ' s ability to write to Dennis P. I, Anita, bequeath Leona ' s chipped tooth to Kathleen Fathers. I, Leona, bequeath Anita ' s blond hair to Sharon Gaddie. I, Winnifred, bequeath Judy ' s quietness to Diane Carter. I. Jean, bequeath Don Rink ' s ready smile to Freda Karlunchuk. 1, Wilfr ed, bequeath Don Miskiman ' s ability to dance to Charlie O. I, Judy, bequeath.Don Fuch ' s slimness to Ray Bailer. I, Ron, bequeath Terry ' s stature to Reni Ostlund. I, Don Miskiman. bequeath Wilf ' s ability to argue with Mrs. Drake to Robert Reeve. I, Terry, bequeath Gerry Criddle ' s intelligence to Jim MacFadden. I, Cathie, bequeath Jean ' s height and slimness to Linda Miskiman. I, Don Fuchs, bequeath Wayne ' s curly hair to Muriel Hammond. I, Wayne, bequeath Winnifred ' s flirtatious eyes to Jane Reiger. I, Gerry, bequeath Bryan ' s trim figure to Elaine McRobbie. I, Don Rink, bequeath Marion ' s marks to Gerald Bender. I, Fred, bequeath Ron ' s ability at athletics to Brian Goodbrand. I, Bryan, bequeath Fred ' s ability to squeeze his music box to everybody.

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FRIENDS Jody awoke with a start, not knowing why he woke so suddenly. He looked out the window and the sky was gray and laden with early dawn. All was still and quiet except for the pounding of the surf on the beach. Jody lay there motionless and wondered, then memory flooded over him like a wall of icy water. Involuntarily he shuddered. This was the morning! Jody screwed up his face in determination. He mentally scolded himself for being such a pansy 1 ' . Moments later he was out on the lonely beach. A pathetic little figure with a twisted leg, all black in the gray of the dawn. At his heels followed his little dog Rags, a scrawny, listless looking mongrel. Jody was much like his dog, a scrawny little person. His white face set off his shaggy red hair and made the freckles stand out on his face. Slowly he made his way down the beach to a secluded spot where no one ever went. He stood looking out to Deadman’s Rock looming black and jagged on the skyline, where the water roared and threw itself against the invulnerable granite. Then as Rags stretched out on a flat rock to catch the early morning sun, Jody looked down at the waves breaking at his feet. Terror rose in his ithroat and tasted bitter in his mouth as he stared down into the swirling green. Nausea enveloped him and he turned from the waves blindly, shaking with fear. Sinking in the sand he buried his face in his arm and cried with great wracking sobs. He could not do it. No matter how pleased his father and mother would be, no matter how strong and well his leg would get again. He could not ever swim again. Then through the shroud of his misery a voice sliced through him, What’s the matter Fraidy Cat? Scared of the water? Startled he looked up and saw a girl in the water laughing and smiling as she dog paddled in circles. She was a little older than he was, perhaps twelve years to his ten. But she was as strong and brown as he was frail and white. Jody’s fear was smothered as his pride rose to the surface, Course I’m not afraid. I just don ' t feel like swimming this morning. I came here to lay in the sun for a while. Oh! Then why were you crying? Nevermind. I’ll come and talk to you. I think you need some cheering up. The two lay on the beach and talked or layed in companionable silence as the sun rose higher and warmed them with its bright rays. Jody felt his heart lightening with her bright chatter. With every passing moment he grew more determined that he was going to swim again, make his leg strong and well, more to please his new friend than anyone else now. A flood of affection flowed through as he realized his true motive for his new determina¬ tion. Overwhelmed by this new emotion he leaped up and fled away from the spot and the other human who had such a power to influence him. When he arrived back at the beach house, well past lunch time he was met by his mother whose eyebrows were knit in a frown of consternation and worry. Over sandwiches and milk he blandly told his mother the first lie he had ever uttered. He said that he had merely been playing with Rags down the beach and had forgotten all about time. This new emotion was too new