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

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THE STORY CF MUSIC By Sheila Fossaner Rm. 7-10 24 The music we hear today we take for granted. We do not think back to the great people who made it possible for us to hear, play and sing the lovely music. By that I don’t mean Jazz . I mean the beautiful classical melodies by great artists. The composers who wrote beautiful music did not live a prosperous life. They lived in little rooms and some just lived in attics with barely enough to eat. But inside of these great men was genius, great genius. They spent most, if not all their time, composing. They had a piano in their room at which they spent a lot of tine. They worked very hard and endured many hardships. Even when they sold their music, they barely got any money. People of today enjoy fine music in many ways - music at symphonies. Opera and Concerts. On the air there is music to everyone’s satisfaction. Children start practising music at an early age. They take part in musical con certs everywhere. Music is the language of all the people in the world. MY FIRST RIDE IN AN ELEVATOR By Rita Harju 0-11 The first time I rode in an elevator was quite an experience to me. As I lived in the country most of the time, I had not had the experience of riding in an elevator. Of course, I had heard of the big boxes that go up and down in great, big buildings, but I couldn’t even imagine what it would feel like to be in one of them. One day I had a toothache. That, of course, meant that I had to go to the city. The dentist’s office was in one of those five-story buildings. Inside this building there was an elevator as well as the stairs. Of course I didn’t actually go into the elevator and go up in it, but walked up the stairs right up to the fifth floor. There the dentist waited for me with his machines and things. After a long half-hour of drilling and filling, I finally got out of there with the words, Come again next week . So he wasn’t through with my teeth yet, and I had to come here again. I ran down the stairs and got out of the building as fast as I could. Next week a friend of mine came to the dentist with me, Why did she have to come to laugh at me? I asked myself over and over again. When we reached the building my friend asked me to go up in the elevator. That’s when semething exploded inside of me and I got so scared that all I could stutter was O-o-o- K-k-k . The great iron doors slid closed and I had the feeling of being in a prison. My friend pressed a button and suddenly I felt going up slowly. As I went up I wondered whether God knew I was coming or not, I seemed to have butterflies in my stomach and I think I looked quite pale, but I think my friend mistook it for fear of seeing the dentist. After about an hour in the dentist’s office, we went into the elevator and now I was paler than before as I had the feeling of dropping slowly into the dark hole that was under us. Even though we got out of the elevator all rightl did not think I would go into ai elevator very willingly after that. I did though, and I liked it too.