Grantham High School - Olympian Yearbook (St Catharines, Ontario Canada)

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THE COW Stephanie Swift, 13B The velvet ear and flank, the swishing tail, (Like the silk tassel on a rich man ' s dressing-gown) The eyes of glowing brown behind the veil Of still, unhurried calmness and content— What cow was ever rash? Happy is she to stay and chew the grass About her, in her meadow lush and wide. Instead of leaping to the greener ' side. HAPPINESS IS Lynda Crombie lOD Happiness is like a cradling cloud, surrounding its counterpart (the person) with an atmosphere of secureness and an infallible attitude of being at peace with all. It is sweet, soothing music, filling the listener ' s ear with contentment and peace. Happiness is a child ' s carefree giggle, a sunny day or a friend ' s cheerful smile. Happiness may mean different things to different people. Some might associate happiness with wealth and well-being. To others, happiness is a quiet walk in an autumn woods or through a field of fresh mown grass. To most teenagers, happi- ness is good rock ' n roll music, friends, and a coke. Our feelings differ with our personalities but the abjecture of total happiness has one and only one meaning. Happiness finds its way into the heart, soul, and marrow of all types of people: rich, poor, good, bad, black, white, old or young. It presents itself in the kind of person that is ready to take a joke as well as to hand one out. It is found in people who realize life is short and the time for happiness is now, while you can still be a carrier of such a contagious disease. Once it has caught on, it brightens your darkness and lightens your load. Soon, it becomes cronic, and it spreads to those around you. Oh, if it would pry its way into the hearts of the world; if suddenly, the whole world would burst into joy like a fire cracker, but alas, there is too strong a draught, extinguishing the flame on the fuse. It is possible to ward off this draught and to make an optimistic situation out of every occurrence. Happiness is not taken as a pill. It must take root and grow. It is found only by those who desire it; only by those who will not keep it for a short time and then trade it in for a scowl. It may be found by a person who is withdrawn; though, bringing happiness to himself, he doesn ' t do much about spreading it. To find happiness, you require an open mind and a refreshing sense of humor. You have to be able to pick out the happy or funny side to an occasion. Sorrow is needed only when happiness recedes for a brief moment and it is during this sorrowful moment that we realize what happiness is. What is happiness? Is it loud or soft? Is it only for the young, or does it also include the young at heart? Happin ess is colourless, yet colourful, loud as a parade or soft as the falling dew. It is free, yet too few people take advantage of it and fewer still know what to do when it when they have it. If happiness is hard to secure, why should we give it to others? In giving happiness, you make someone else happy. This in turn gives you satisfaction and you make a profit. Happiness is not concrete, so why buy it. Why not grow your own and give it away. This is happiness.

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Best Essay Pat Beard 13D One of the more recent products of the world ' s fertile minds is the aid to eye defects known as glasses or spectacles. This invention, perched on the noses of many thousands of people, is to my mind, strangely untalked about. Nobody I know has ever inquired about the condition of my glasses or exclaimed about my choice of style in this area, good or bad. Why is this object so unnoticed? In the following para- graphs, I hope to shed some light on this important question. One of the common fallacies of today is that anyone who wears glasses is wise and intelligent, or at least well-read. This is not necessarily so. Without going into medical details, let it suffice to say that anyone who wears glasses can be just as stupid as the next fellow. So, in the same respect as a pipe is falsely believed to denote a person who is hep , glasses mean next to nothing. In the field of sports, glasses are definitely a hindrance. Many ' s the time that a pair of glasses have been knocked off the face of some unsuspecting basketball or pushball player and shattered on the floor, immediately holding up the game while the half-blind victim vainly attempts to gather up the remains of his visionary aid. Almost anyone can wear glasses, the only qualifications being two ears and a nose. However, faults in these areas can have some effect on the person ' s appearance. If, for example, one ear is lower than the other, the wearer may tend to hang his glasses at a permanent twenty degree angle, an effect which can be quite startling. If a person has a poorly-shaped nose (if it slopes down quite suddenly or lacks a bridge) the wearer may suddenly find his glasses just above his nostrils and his composure just about gone. And so. it can not be readily decided whether glasses are a help or a hindrance to their possessors; whether it be in the field of sports, knowledge, social intercourse or appearance. Many wearers have little interest in the artificial protrusion on their faces, a fact which is to me really amazing. But, whether glasses are good or bad really doesn ' t matter does it? YOUNG AND IN LOVE Gail White 9E A young girl wandered by the sea No more, she said, does he love me. She stood and gazed with dismal eyes He doesn ' t love you, her heart cries. She stood, her hair tossed back, windswept. And as she looked and gazed, she wept His love for me was made of lies, He doesn ' t love you, her heart cries. She walketh closer by the sea. And dropped down upon her knee, Shall I leave this world she sighs He doesn ' t love you her heart cries. She walketh further into the sea He hasn ' t any love for me And that once he did, he still denies He doesn ' t love you her heart cries. What shall I do, where shall I go? Her cries echoed sweet and low. But now she ' s gone and as waves rise He never loved you, her soul replies.

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A Trip To Remember Pat Linton, 12A After many days of anticipation, Tour 63 to Yellowknife, North West Territories, left St. Catharines by train on July 19th. In Toronto we added the last few students to our group, changed trains and settled down to enjoy our long awaited journey. We spent two days on the train. We had a coach all to ourselves and everyone came to know each other quite well. This was to be expected with twenty-four teenage girls and boys. During our ride by rail through Northern Ontario, Manitoba and Saskatchewan, we passed through such places as Nakina, Homepayne, Saskatoon, Winnipeg and finally ended the first leg of our journey in Edmonton, Alberta on July 21st. We spent the afternoon in Edmonton, taking in the sites. Edmonton is truly a beautiful city! Everyone was up early the next morning for our departure by Pacific Western Airlines. For many, as well as myself, it was our first flight. What an experience! It ' s the only way to go. (fly . . . that is). We stopped in Fort Smith to change planes and were soon on our way to Yellowknife. In approximately two hours, after watch- ing the barren lands pass below, we landed in the very modern airport of Yellowknife. Much to our surprise the sun was shining brightly and the temperature was a warm 75 . We were hustled from the airport to Sir John Franklin School where we were billeted to various families of the area. It took us very little time to become acquainted with the youth of Yellowknife. A party was arranged for the night of our arrival. The young people were as keenly interested in us as we were in them. Contrary to common belief, there are few Eskimos in Yellowknife. We saw only one Eskimo family during our entire stay. Most of the population is white, Indian or half-breed, with the white population in majority. Another thing that amazed us was that it never got dark. At night the sky was a beautiful reddish- orange, like a sunset and the sun hid just below the horizon. Every minute of our four days in Yellowknife was filled with activity. We toured Yellowknife by air, attended a banquet and dance, went boating at Prelude Point and spent a lazy afternoon on beautiful Mac Niven Beach. While visiting the Con Gold Mine we were disappointed to hear that just a few days before they had poured gold bricks, a process that is done only once a month. We were also surprised to learn that women are not allowed to go below ground in the mine because of an Indian superstition. One of the highlights of our stay was our visit to Fort Rae, an Indian settlement about 57 miles north-west of Yellowknife. Here we had a peek into the lives of the Dogrib Indians. We attended an Indian feast and joined the tribe in some of its cere- monial dances. On July 26th. after a sad farewell to all the people we had met and a promise to return some day, we boarded our plane and flew to Fort Smith, the capital of the North West Territories. After a banquet we were billeted and given our schedule of activities. We visited Wood Buffalo Park, the largest game reserve in Canada. Here we took part in a buffalo hunt, visited a snake pit, and after a refreshing swim, we were served a buffalo-burger luncheon, which we found to be delicious. During our last day in Fort Smith, we visited Fort Fitzgerald and Bell Rock and viewed the beautiful Mountain Portage on the Slave River.