Churchill High School - Victory Yearbook (Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada)

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THE SEEKER With each note its power ascended, rent the universes, conquered all realms through the force of its Spirit, Waves of majestic music surrounded him, overcame and uplifted him, as giving life to one dead. In that moment the substance of his being was transformed - - • he was instructed in greatness beyond his own existence . . . Once there, sealed within an inner self, transmitted to an inner ear, it would never leave him. He saw the lake, glory-garbed, and seeing it, he knew the ocean of its birth. With dawn and dusk, midnight and noonday he was intimate; their powers realized themselves in him. By the sweat of his brow he lived; often there were teams and lamentations. Yet he persisted in his striving, and achieved that which he sought. In him love germinated, grew, attained maturity, gave of its fruit without depletion. In his time he knew Faith to conquer Fear, Understanding to conquer Envy, Joy to conquer Sorrow. He journeyed without ceasing toward the Truth of his seeking, An discovered in all things Life, in all Life the manifestation of Love. MARY DOWNING Room 17, Grade 11 THE SUN and THE SEA The foam laughs and dances, Above the salty green sea And over it sunlight prances Merrily tripping free. No bonds of mortal making, Bind its airy soul, The sea is its for the taking, It ' s one and it is whole. Beneath the salty crests It shimmers and bubbles through Making pictures on the golden floor, Of it ' s travels through the blue. A coral reef shimmers red When sunlight ' s at it ' s best, A mermaid swims by guarding, A precious treasure chest. CASEY JOHANNESSON Room 31, Grade 8

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SCHOOL SPIRIT It ' s not to win or lose we care, It ' s not how much we boast or dare, But rather, it ' s the fight that counts, . . To summon up our every ounce, And make for Churchill High a name To clothe our corridors in fame. At competitions everywhere, We can be sure that Churchill ' s there. In track, to our supreme elation, We lead the high schools of the nation. Our well-known orchestra and choirs, The whole of Winnipeg admires. Students, sportsmen, musicians, all, Join our forces . . . heed our call, And add to Churchill ' s history, As we press on for Victory. MARY DOWNING SUMMER The Sportsman, August ' sixty, lay open at the page, On which a gleaming photograph displayed the latest rage, And Father, in his armchair, sat tallying his bills - - - After ten for Bobby ' s dentistry, and ten for Mother ' s pills. Three-fifty to the chimney-sweep for cleaning out the flues, We ' d have enough to join the ranks with outdoor barbecues. Strict abstinence from soda pop and ices on hot days, Must be enforced at least until dear Daddy gets a raise. Two-inch steaks on Sunday night, grilled with onion mix, Would mean Irish stew or hotdogs each of the other six. At last the night Father dear was capped and gowned, arrived, And with it came the neighbours whom we have on either side. Operation Steak-Bake, Dad elaborately defined As that requiring guidance from a scientific mind. Cooking-oil and charcoal, metal tongs and stainless grates. Fire permit, extinguisher, plastic cups and plates. . . . Operation Steak-Bake was a long-remembered sight; We saved Dad in the nick of time and dined on hash that night. Then Mother got the notion, as mothers usually do, That she should join her hubby and enjoy the outdoors, too. The Jones ' have their peonies, and so we must have ours . . . Mom turned her thoughts from pots and pans to gardening and flow ' rs. The peonies were rosy-pink, our house a pinky-tan, . . . So mother placed her seedlings around the garbage can. And for some unknown reason, we never will know why, We saw the crabgrass flourish, and the flowers always die. We tried insecticides, formaldehyde, basics and nitrates . . . Paris Green to send the bugs and beetles to their fates. But when we counted corpses, the worms alone were dead, So we weeded up the flowers, and grew the weeds instead. Today we ' re at the old routine the Sportsman still deplores, . . . For now, as I am writing this, the family is indoors. MARY DOWNING PAGE 76

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BILL RAYNER GRADE 10 - ROOM 6 TELEVISION COMMERCIALS To millions of people in a hundred nations scattered all over the world, television commercials are absolutely revolting. Commercials have two successful functions: to brainwash the few people who may believe the announcer, and to have revenge on the disgusted cus¬ tomers who have written to the Better Business Bureau. As every viewer knows, there are several types of com¬ mercials, each disagreeable in its own way. At the head of the list come the soap commercials, of which there are three types. The beauty or deodorant soap has two settings: in the bathtub, where a woman is surrounded by buobles (which have likely been pro¬ duced by a rival company ' s soap); and on a steep snow- covered hill where a pair of amateurs are frantically attempting to ski. Powdered detergents have eye witness ' tests to see which of two stacks of laundry is the cleaner. Amazingly, none of the eye witnesses chooses ' Brand X . Is it, by any chance, a coincidence that all the eye witnesses have their glasses in their hands? The third and most disgusting soap commercial is that of the liquid dishwashing product. Each sponsor maintains that his product is the most powerful, least expensive, and gentlest of all liquids. One sponsor actually states that if a woman uses his product, she will soon look exactly like her beautiful daughter, or, as said in the commercial, just like two peas in a pod. The reason¬ able reply to this statement is, Sure, green and wrinkled! Another ridiculous type of commercial is the cigarette commercial. Every sponsor asks, to close the commercial, so why don ' t you hop down to your nearest store and pick up a carton of-, the mildest cigarette? These commercials are failures. As soon as the viewer has returned from his nearest store, the Canadian Cancer Society makes its debut on television. Cereal commercials are purely fiction. Each commercial shows the whole family out of bed early with bright smiles, singing Good morning ... As everyone knows, the only time this could possibly happen is when ihe schoolhouse has burned down, or in the case of the father, when the boss is out of town. However, we must pay due respect to these scraps of film which interrupt us at the climax of every story. These interludes do supply adequate time to wash the hands, grab a cigarette, or prepare a bowl of cereal. THREE BOOKS I WOULD LIKE TO OWN AND WHY DIANNE THATCHER GRADE 12 - ROOM 9 To live life to the lees , people must indulge in happiness, understanding and love. Being an avid reader, I have reached the conclusion that there are three books, and only these, that singularily can fulfill one of these three necessities. Could I only possess these three, I be- iieve that .throughout my life I could want nothing more in reading material, for these different pieces on life, and created within me a better understanding of human nature. These three books I shall refer to as “The Book of Happiness,” “The Book of Understanding,” and “The Book of Love.” Laughter is the best medicine for unhappiness. When I am tired and weary, disheartened and sad, it is the time to take from its hiding place on the bookshelf and blow from its time worn cover the accumulated dust, the magical Book of Happiness. Once lost in its ancient pages a whole new world awaits me, and the cares and worries will be dissolved, and washed away by the clear, crystal streams of time. No one has ever learned of the origin of this book; yet, throughout the ages it has been handed down from generation to generation to the people of this present age. I believe that no mortal being will ever understand the true meaning of happiness unless he reads from the Book of Happiness. This book is my first choice. The Book of Understanding is commonplace. Everyone in his lifetime is given the opportunity of reading from this book; yet, he may dazedly stumble through its pages, blind to the true meanings of the words, and deaf to the harmony and rhythm of the lines. Then again in definite contrast there, are those who will pore over and study this book until the full and beautiful power of understanding is firmly grasped. These people will have then attained a portion of their true value. I, too, hope to reach this excellence and that is why I make my second choice the Book of Understanding. My third and final choice, yet possibly the most valuable in this carefully selected trio would be the Book of Love. Life is based upon love — love of God, love of fellowmen and love between two people. This conception that life is based upon love is derived from the Bible. Without love, though I speak with the tongues of men and angels, I will sound no better than the sounding brass and my words will bear no more strength than the tinkling of a cymbol; thought I have the power of understanding, I am nothing should I lack the ability to love,- should I be generous and good to others, I will not profit if I am this without love. Thus I choose this book. My library is now complete and I have but one desire remaining — that I should be able to lend my books to those who would gam fulfillment and peace of mind from them. PAGE 78