Elmwood High School - Inscripta Yearbook (Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada)

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GIRLS ' SPORTS COUNCIL BACK ROW: Dorothy Clark, Maureen Robertson, Donna Faykes, Marlene McEachern. FRONT ROW: Linda Faykes, Karen Hawthorn, Linda White, Carolyn Tait. JUNIOR ACHIEVEMENT OF WINNIPEG 287 Sherbrook Street For two hours, one night each week, between September and May, thousands of teenagers are find¬ ing out what makes Business tick . In over 370 Communities in Canada and the United States, young people in high school. Grades X, XI, XII, are run¬ ning businesses of their own. Divided into groups of 20 to 25 teenagers, they form their own Board of Directors, work forces and sales staff. Through the co-operation of high school authorities and your Board of Education, Junior Achievement offers an opportunity for high school students to become part of this economic education program. Twenty-seven Elmwood High students are mem¬ bers of the association working in some eleven busi¬ ness enterprises. Among the positions are two Vice- Presidents in charge of Production and Sales, a Treasurer, two Safety Directors, a Personnel Man¬ ager, a Sales Manager, two Safety Directors and a Quality Control Inspector. The experience all of the students gain in business administration will, without doubt, be of great value to them in the future. The group of Junior Achievers is to be congratulated for its initiative and effort.

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The Stranger I walked slowly towards the lecture hall. Glancing down at my watch, I noticed that it was seven-thirty. The lecture would start at eight. Upon entering the huge auditorium, I decided to sit in a back- row seat. I picked up a program from the seat next to me and began to read it. Apparently this lecture was going to be about battles fought by Canadians, during the Second World War. People were beginning to enter the hall. After ten minutes the onslaught of men and women re¬ lented but a few sporadic groups rushed in at the last minute. The curtains were drawn back and in the middle of the stage stood the lecturer. A young man suddenly appeared from the wing of the platform and introduced the lecturer. Dr. Braicken, to the audience. In a loud and booming voice Dr. Braicken said: We Canadians can justly be proud of the soldiers who fought for our great nation dur¬ ing the Second World War. They have won glory and prestige for Canada. I listened intently to his speech and digested it eagerly. After half an hour has passed, I realized that I was being overfed. To make matters worse there was no dessert; humour was scarce but four- syllable words were abundant. While gazing about the auditorium I noticed a man standing in the doorway of the side exit. He seemed to be different from the other people there. In dress he was different. This man wore a dull dingy overcoat and shabby trousers. His face was weather-beaten; he had a parchment-like skin. His forehead was hideously wrinkled and it held a continual frown. The eyes of this man were deeply set in their sockets and the huge dark eye brows produced a horrifying effect. Beads of perspiration appeared on his face as stray rays of light pene¬ trated the dark corner of the exit. This man ' s face revealed the silent, subtle turmoil that possessed his mind. As his speech was drawing to a close. Dr. Braicken ' s eyes fell upon this desolate fellow, whom he instantly recognized as an old war¬ time buddy. The lecturer gestured to his old friend and the desolate man walked slowly to the stage. Dr. Braicken shouted proudly: Ladies and gentlemen, this is Bob Helton, one of the best fighter pilots the Canadian Air Force has ever had. During the Second World War this man shot down over twenty Nazi Fighter Planes! A deafening applause arose from the audience. As Bob Helton stood in the centre of the stage I knew that pride did not grip his mind, for shame and regret were too deeply rooted in his soul. Murray Trudell 10-28