East St Paul Collegiate - Forerunner Yearbook (East St Paul, Manitoba Canada)

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HONOR STUDENTS AUDREY KRIESE: One of our old grads, Audrey was the first scholarship winner in 1955. She has since graduated from the University of Manitoba with a Bachelor of Science in Home Economics. At present Audrey is taking postgraduate studies in the United States. ANNE TACHINSKI: Anne won the Home and School Scholarship in 1956. She used her scholarship to further her business education. Anne, the eldest of an illustrious trio of Tachinski s who have attended the collegiate, is a valued member of the Winnipeg business world. NORMAN SCHMIDT: Tall and quiet, Norman took top honours in both basketball and studies in 1958. Norman studied Architectural Drafting at the Manitoba Technical Institute. This year he is engaged in missionary work in Eastern Canada. JACQUELINE WACHAL: Jackie was small in stature but collosal in ability. One of our “mighty mites’’, she was a valued member ofthe girls’ basketball team. In her grade 11 and 12 Jackie established new records in her final examinations. Her grade 12 average of 89.9 will probably stand for years to come. Jackie is attending the University of Manitoba where she is studying Science. AUDREY WACHAL: It seems that scholastic ability must run in the Wachal clan. Audrey, Jackie’s cousin, won the East St. Paul Home and School Scholarship in 1959. She is cur¬ rently attending grade 12 at the collegiate. She shines in sports as well as studies and holds down the centre position in our basketball team. Audrey intends to continue her studies in Science at St. Paul’s College in 1961. HERE AND THERE WITH THE OLD GRADS PAT DUNITS: Athletic and attractive--furthering studies at Success Business College. EDDIE DUNITS: Crashing footballer--In Alberta business world. VICKIE TACHINSKI: Soft spoken and strong willed teacher of tomorrow--attending Teachers’ College. DELBERT PRIGROSKI: Curly-haired scientist of the future--attendingSt. John’s College. NORMAN GRYWINSKI: Former president of the Student Council--attending Teachers’ College. JANET JACYK: Our loss has been the teaching profession’s gain--attending Teachers’ College. LAWRENCE RITCHIE: The big boy from Gonor-- studying refrigeration at M.T.I. JACKIE WACHAL: Short and sweet. BERNICE SEEHOLZER: Mathematically inclined-- studying Accountancy at M.T.I. MAINTENANCE STAFF MR. H. SULKERS: Too often taken for granted, his contribution to the school cannot be measured. Bus driver, caretaker, and friend in need, Mr. Sulkers has made the school a bright, clean, attractive building in which to work. MRS. JACYK: Seldom seen by the majority of the students, Mrs. Jacyk’s industrious polish¬ ing and cleaning every evening is appreciated by everyone when school opens the next morning.

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AS I REMINISCE As I sit here in our downtown apartment, watching our two boys playing with their factory-made toys, I think of my own childhood days and of how I was never content to stay indoors. Our boys do not have any pets, as pets are not allowed in an apartment. When I was a youngster, I made my own toys and played in the good, clean, country air. The fields and woods were my playground. Our boys have to play in the street or in a crowded playground. I can remember how we boys would build small animal traps to catch squirrels and rabbits, and how we would sit patiently for hours, waiting for an animal to fall into one. When we did catch one, we would take it home and tame it. It seemed as though we had a new pet every day. Everywhere I went, my collie dog was not far behind. I can still see the way he would sit quietly when we went trapping animals. When we did catch our prey, he would jump all over me with joy. When the soft, clean snow of winter covered the ground, I would set snares in the bush to catch bush rabbits, which I sold to the fox farm for a few cents. My dog, being quite strong, would pull my toboggan through the snow, stopping at each snare as I put the captured rabbit onto the load. As I sit here and recall my youth, I can see all the thrills and pleasures which my boys are missing, and probably will never know about. RAY JENSEN--Grade 10 THE STORM It was a sultry evening. There was a slight wind, and grey clouds were forming in the heavens. A mist was falling, and the wind became stronger. All of a sudden, a crack of thunder pierced my ears. It started to rain, and then to hail. It was pathetic watching windows, plants, and flowers break under the heavy strain of the storm. The stones were quite large, and they stung as they were hurled against me. The sky darkened as the ground turned white. Flowers were broken, and plants were smashed beyond recognition. Trees and branches were strewn along the ground. The vegetables in the garden were smashed to a pulp. It was the worst storm in twenty years, and I don’t think I’ll ever forget it. ADRIAN KOLTON--Grade 9