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Page 45 text:
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MY GREATEST THRILL About three years ago when I was twelve years old we lived on a farm ten miles south of Regina. It was just a regular farm with all the usual farm implements and animals that had nothing to do but eat and get fat. Farm life is all right for some people but it was not for my sis¬ ter and me. We were just not cut out to be farmers. Most of the time we would go and sit on a hill and talk about the places where we wanted to go. Travelling was one thing we had in common but we never had the money or the time. There was always a big fuss when we just wanted to go to Regina for a few days. Then one day we saw an ad in the paper. We were not too in¬ terested in the ad but we were in the contest below it. The contest was one of those that if you counted correctly the number of holes in a cer¬ tain picture, you could go all around the world with all expenses paid. Well, we both did the contest and sent it into the paper. For two weeks we listened every day to the radio. We finally forgot all about the contest and decided to do our best in farming and school. One day my sister came running home from school with a news¬ paper in her hand. She was so excited we could not tell what she was saying. When she calmed down she gave me the newspaper and in big black letters I saw our names. We had won our trip around the world. Both our answers had been correct. Were we ever happy I I practically ran all the way to Regina spreading the news. A month later we were home again but we were happy to be home. We were lonesome most of the time we were away but we still say it was thrilling and exciting. Now three years later we still talk about travelling but we con¬ fess that month away from home and then coming home again was the biggest and greatest thrill of our lives. MAVIS LAVALLEE GR. X (A SCHOOL FRIEND TWENTY YEARS HENCE) THE MATRON I saw her, the school friend of long ago, inspecting the clean of the green tiled cheery children ' s ward. Her motherly figure was sheathed in the starched white uniform in which she looked cooly efficient. Her dark hair, salted with g£ey, was drawn back into a neat bun on the nape of her neck. Her matron ' s hat was carried with grace as a symbol of long years of toiling and climbing upwards in her profession. She had always been a wise and dedicated nurse, able to show concern towards her patients and at the same time manage to keep her ward running smoothly. She could be stern and justly demanding when the occasion called for it. But no rule could ever stand in the way of one of her patient ' s or nurse ' s happiness if she could possibly help it. The pale flickers of light playing in her hazel eyes radiated her cheerfulness throughout the ward. This best friend of years ago was loved and respected by everyone with whom she came in contact. LORRAINE FLEECE GR. IX
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Page 44 text:
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MY BEDROOM My bedroom is room 27, third floor. The brass knocker has never been used, so just push the button and we will enter. The dimensions are twenty-three feet by thirty feet, with full length windows on the south and west sides. The floor is covered with a light brown wall to wall carpet. Walls are painted in different shades of green. Record player, bed, tele¬ vision, liquor cabinet, and chairs are done in light mahogany. The inte¬ rior lighting can be changed to six different colours. Full length mirrors on the north wall serve also as clothes closet doors. All pictures and lamps were imported from Italy; thus concluding the description of my room. LYNDON REEVE GR. XI LIFE Lord I am but a student Who writeth with a pen Struggling with my homework Till bedtime cometh past ten. Lord I am a student Cussing now and then At the teachers ' assignments Till recess comes at ten. Lord I am a graduate Finishing my grade twelve I am going out into the world To struggle for myself. Lord I am unemployed Wishing I was back at school Instead of on the street An independent fool. CHARLES OLSON GR. XI IRV There ' s a bey who lives in town named Irv. And his old car, it sure swerves, Irv is okay, On the straight-away, But boy he ' s murder on the curves. RAY BALLER
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