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

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Our Foster Child, Ionna Nikolopoulou My dear Foster Parents, You cannot guess the joy I felt when I got your dear little letter. For whole hours I was reading it over and over again and would not let it go. I was specially pleased to know that you are quite well. In my prayers I always ask that you may be blessed with happiness and prosperity. Our school has opened and I am making good progress at my lessons. I wish you to spend a good year at school too. We are now in the second fall month and the first rains have come. The farmers are getting ready to plough their fields. Thank you ever so much for your monthly grant of 240 drcs. ($8. 00) and for the blanket and the pretty material you sent me for a dress. I like it very much. Many greetings to your families and to all your clubs. My own family send you their warm greetings and thanks. In my next letter I shall write you more. So here I end my loving message with my best love and wishes. Res¬ pectfully and with all my warm affection. Your foster daughter, Ioanna NIKOLOPOULOU. Elmwood High ' s foster child, fifteen year old Ionna Nikolopoulou, lives with her mother and three brothers in the small agricultural village of Vouliagmeni in southern Greece. Ionna is in her second year of the gymnasium, the equivalent to our junior and senior high, and especially enjoys mathematics, and ancient Greek. The monthly grant of eight dollars provides food, clothing, and medical care for Ionna. In addition to this grant, a large food hamper was sent to the family for Christmas, as well as a new wood stove for the Nikolopoulou ' s two room home. The school ' s adoption assures the provision of all the material benefits which are still sorely needed.

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The Necessity of Bringing the Right Book To Class When a student does not bring the proper books to class, he is either of a forgetful nature or an indolent disposition, or both. Perhaps the psycho¬ logical motive behind this lapse of memory was a hidden hatred for the sub¬ ject and an unconscious desire to evade it at all costs. Or perhaps the teacher of the subject states his instructions ambiguously and this leads to confusion and indicision on the part of the pupil. Whatever the reason, the fact remains that one must bring the right books to class, and for several reasons. The most important is that the wrong book, or no book at all, hampers the students ' scholastic progress, and this forgetfulness can have very painful consequences. The teacher, if he be of a choleric temperment, loses his patience and the other students are annoyed at having their work interrupted. On the whole, a number of unpleasant situations can arise and it is really much wiser to bring the right book. Erica Koenig 12-7 Stage Fright It was Friday, the twenty-fourth of May, 1965. Right at this moment throughout the province, people were dragging themselves out of bed. The eight o ' clock whistles announced the start of a new day. For one man, this was to be the most tedious, drawn out day he would ever spend. To meet our friend , we must travel to the provincial prison. He can be found pacing the floor in his cell, thinking of that ' special attention he was going to receive at five o ' clock on this quiet Friday. His cell block was completely empty, and the only sound in the area was the beat of his foot¬ steps. This harsh noise seemed to increase as he continued his ritual. Lunch was brought, but he refused to eat. Mouth dry and stomach queasy, he continued his pacing throughout the entire day. Finally, he heard the clinking of keys and the approaching footsteps of the guard. He mutt ered, Oh God! My time has come. Silently he stepped from his cell and proceeded to wend his way through a series of halls, a guard on either side. A hundred yards away was that door! Once he passed through it--.! The blood rushed to his head and beads of sweat covered his body as the door swung open. In front of him was the warden, surrounded by news reporters. A hush fell over the group as the warden moved forward to speak. Well , John, after fifty-seven years, you are finally free. Orton Harrison 12-1 The Touch I see him coming Slim and sun-bronzed My tall and tender one His warm brown eyes on me Melting me, holding me. Drowning me in their mysterious depths Our fingers intertwine The touch tells all No need to speak My world is right, he loves me still. Anonymous

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ELMWOOD HIGH SCHOOL BAND vaiaaiit 01 ! lily 1 A This year marks the tenth anniversary of our band. For a decade now the band, under the direction of Mr. Buss, has been enjoyed by various audi¬ ences, a circumstance brought about by much hard work. So it is fitting that there should be a special Day, May 3rd, on which certain band members will be rewarded for their diligence through the years. The past year has been as busy as usual. In November, the band played at a concert at Tec-Voc where Mr. Isaacs, the head of the School of Music at the University of Manitoba said that the band was a very good band indeed. The trip to Swan River in the same month was a huge success, and this year we plan to visit Fargo at the end of April. This year the band acted as hosts to some 175 students attending the annual Band Clinic. There have been two concerts, one at Elmwood, the other at David Thompson, and our final concert will be held in May. We would like to congratulate the band on their fine per¬ formances and at any rate, we have all enjoyed ourselves immensely, and may Mr. Buss prosper!