Hugh John Macdonald School - Searchlight Yearbook (Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada)

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Christmas Time By M-rllyne Hudson Christmas! Christmas! Magical words indeed, which make the whole world 3.7 rjjoice. The stores are full of lovely gifts for young and old, to say nothing - the aroma of candies, nuts, and all kinds of goodies to eat As the happy day ne r r the Christmas Spirit gets deeper in everyone f s heart You notice an air o vorywhore you go, Carols are sung on all the r-adir stations. Christmas Tree parties are arranged and enjoyed by young and old. Then Christmas live comes. Father is coming in the door «nd what a bsautif tree he has! What a time we will have decorating it with coloured tinsel imitation icicles, imitation snow r-nd of course presents oil around the base. 11 stand back and admire our handiwork and father of course has his chest swell up as if to say I sure did ? swell joh again this ye r . Mother .gives us a km smile and scoots little Lome off to bed with a waning that Santa Claus won’t cr until ha is fast asleep. Later in the evening we set out a lunch for Sant- Clan ;-nc ' . we retire ourselves after giving thanks to God for the birth of his Son makir, Christmas tines possible. It ' s Christmas Homing end shouts of j y come from Lome as he spies one present after another belonging V him. He is hardly able; to realize what he actually has. Then there ' s Father admiring his pink tie with the blu p-lka lots that mother thought was 30 lovely, ' Just want I wanted ' said Dad, wondering of course, if it will go with his pygaraa 3 or if it ' s better left in the box, After all the gifts are opened Dad takes us for a ride o n our new toboggan. What fun we have! We even build e snowman in the front yard, complete with a hat and muffler and after a snowball fight we decide to see how Mom is coming with the turi Our appetites are indeed keen by this time -nc 1 Mother doesn ' t have to call u twice. Never does a bird undergo such transformation—frm a golden brown, well cione a.nu well rounded bird filled with dressing, to legless, wingless, breastless, frame. No wonder Mother soys 1 bet I gained 10 pounds, Where we put our Christr pudding I don ' t know, but no one can resist Mother ' s Plum Duff, We somehow manage to push ourselves away from the table, Soon the air is filled with the aroma of one of Dad ' s special Havana Cigars. A more contented fellow would be indeed hard to find. Mother and I rattle off the cljshss and we spend on evening of. playing games. When bedtime comes we need no prompting. Our day ha.d been filled with gladness and when I say my prayers I wonder why everyone, doesn ' t Pray and offer thanks to God, Then maybe we could have the Christma.s spirit everyday. The labor of listening Either dig deep or span far — Seems too great to many people Just don’t stay where you are. For them to undertake. A vacation is a succession of 2 ' s. It oonsists of 2 weeks which are 2 short. Afterwards you are 2 tired 2 return hom and 2 broke not 2 , 1st Student: How far are you from the correct answer? 3 2nd Student: Two seats.

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THE SEARCHLITHT 45 A nay In Germany By Helene Diwishek . It is early morning in the month f May. The sun is just peeking up over the hills when life begins to stir in the streets ond • r.rng forest life. The sleepy birds open their eyes and sing their first cheery notes and - lder people walk post them to a new d ' y of labour -nd hard work. , s wo walk past the houses, a cross dog barks ;nd’a baby ' s shrill cry reaches our rs. Yes, a new day is dawning with the hunger, the joy, the sorrow and friendship it brings as it visits every home. Slowly as the sun rises higher, activities in th ; streets inci rse and the childrens ' voices and laughter are heard ns they slowly walk to school. Let us follow them to the tall brick building where the gates are opening to admit the children. We step into the large hell with a stair-case winding its way up. One by one the children are seating themselves nd the doors to aach classroom close as the boll rings. After the roll call and a short religious period the books are taken out and studying begins, After r, n hour of work the boll rings, the children slowly leave the school for a short recess. The morning contains five hours of work and four recesses. 3o when one o ' clock comes 11 books are gathered and the children depart to their hones. Now we see them ploying hop-scotch, skipping, ploying boll or having some running games. The smaller folk sit on th., doorstep .ploying with their dolls or watching the group- of. boys who are now leaving th. city with a kite which they wish to fly. The mothers are out shopping for food, clothing, or perhaps sweets for their children. The market place, is crowded with people.: who bargain for the things that are most needed in the homes. Cars slowly move along like lazy donkeys winding their way through heavy traffic = nd turn slowly homeward as evening approaches. As the sun slowly sinks below the hills again the 1-st few r°ys blink at us through the crimson and yellow background while a soft groyness covers it all, bell on the steeple tolls out the hour as everything b- ' cins to enter dreamland. Night again has conquered -nd laid to rest weary and tired mankind. airs. Jones: I.suppose you learned right from wrong n your mother ' s knoo? Paul: No, aoross my father ' s. Mrs. Johnson: G-rocer: I sent P. 0 y for two pounds af plums and got only a oound and a half. My scales are right, madam. Have you weighed your son? Teacher: Hon, don ' t day dream while studying. Ron: Ahc ' s studying? Hostess: Lloyd: Hostess: Lloyd, please have seme pudding. Thank ycu, but only a mouthful. Nora, fill up Lloyd ' s plate.

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THE SEARCHLIGHT 47 17 7 What Friendship Moans To Me By Machike Shibuya Here I was in Winnipeg, a city unknown to me. On ay way here I thought of having many friends, beautiful big schools with gardens and. big yards, n nd five-mile-long buildings which would tower oyer the city. But when I stepped out of the car, I was greatly disappointed for there in front of me were several little boys and girls standing and gaping at me. They suddenly burst out laughing when I started to t ' lk. I tried to keep the tears back because I knew that the oldest girl in the family should never cry. I just grinned t thorn and started towards r dull, yellow nd brown house whi h was to b .crmi; our home, ti f After many hours of jumping from trunk to trunk, trying to help my parents by looking after the young ones, as well as getting into my parents ' w y, there was a knock. Timidly I walked to the door. There in front of ms stood two girls about my age. One was tall, pretty dark-haired, with ■■ friendly s ils o n her face. The other was pretty but looked funny because sh h d lipstick smrrred .all i over her face, and a little r. inbow-colcrod beret nest], d on a head of tightly- curled., dirty blonde-..hair,.. She-was-a-half deaf girl. As I couldn ' t sp ak English very well I just mumbl..d H-llo . They muttered something, but guessing that I couldn ' t undc’rst nd, they took my hand and pulled ri Uv out of the hruse. I was frightened but just then th- half-deaf girl stuck out a candy on a stick (which I later found out wa3 called sucker ). I then know j: that they just wanted me to play with them, I r n back into the house, received permission to go r ut and play with the girls, and dash . 1 out with a light heart. They took me around the neighbourhood, to the. sch ' ' l i was to attend, and to the neighbourhood park. They tried their bost to explain to me why a man was singing all out of k..y and stumbling like a wiggly sn k , why some cars had to stop while others whizzed by, and why trolley buses ne led two poles at the top of them. Those things were very d if ficult for me t urr’erstand because, where I came from I had never heard of drunkeness, buses traffic lightp and many ocher things such as fudgicles, movie stars, moving pictures a.nd money. The day ended ■ 11 too quickly for me but I was happy because I h d loomed that not everybody is mean and inconsiderate in Wig cities. ifc TUI CHER: How can one person possibly make so many mistakes? JOHNNY: Oh, I didn ' t do it all by myself. My big sister helped me. JACK: Dad, how soon before I ' ll be able to do as I please? FATHER: I don ' t know, son. Nobody lias lived that long yet. SHE: You remind me of the ooean. HE: Wild, romantic, and resless? SHE: No, you make me sick. Ralph: How would you like to have me for lunoh? Maureen: No thanks, my digestion isn ' t what it used to bo.