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.

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WHAT SCHOOL MEANS TO ME By Dorothy Reimer G-ll 25 School is a very little word but it has a great meaning. Some boys and girls say I don’t like school . They don’t seem to realize the importance of it. In school we learn many different subjects which are of great help to us. One of them is history. Why do we have to take history at school? This is a question asked by many pupils. In history we learn how people lived in the past, and how they had to struggle for their freedom. English is another subject of great help. In English we learn how to use correct grammar in writing and in speaking. Then there are other subjects such as science and mathematics, that are of some help to us. If boys and girls would stop to think about these things, then they would have a greater interest in the subjects and would like school more. AN UNFORGETFUL JOURNEY By Sayoko Shibuya $-11 Even now as I sit gazing out the window of my room at the bleak dreary clouds, I shudder to think of the horrible experience I had when the Second World War started. The Japanese people had to evacuate from the Coast of Bn. tish Columbia to a distance of one hundred miles. The Canadian bom also had to move. Some of the Japanese went to Tashme, others to Hope or Slocan to live temporarily. These towns are now known as Ghost Towns. As the War ended the government said the people could not go back to the Pacific Coast at that time. The people who did not wish to go to the Eastern part of Canada had to go to Japan. We decided to make our home in Canada. On a dreary, rainy night of 1946 my weary parents and hungry brothers and sisters were eagerly waiting for the C.N.R, train which was tot ake us to Manitoba. Finally, when the train came trudging along we scrambled aboard. As soon as we got on the train we floated off to dreamland event hough our beds were two hard seats. Next morning all the members of the family were up quite early. We lifted the blind just in time to see the glorious sun peeking over the horizon. It seemed to me like the beginning of a new life. All of us sat by the window and watched the Rocky Mts. whizz past our eyes. Sometimes a doe and her fawn could be seen romping with the birds in the meadows. Before noon we arrived at Jasper. The train stopped for at least one hour so everybody clambered off the train to stretch their legs and breathe in the fresh air. Soon we were off again. As night wore on I wondered what kind of life Manitoba held for me. That night as the train pulled into the C.N.R. station in Winnipeg our hearts were filled with gratitude ' with the knowledge that we had se.fely arrived. It was about ten o ' clock when we stopped off the train and were greeted by many of our friends. They drove us to Transcona Hostel. After a two months stay at the Hostel we came to Winnipeg where a friend located a house for us. j The journey was not all a pleasant experience but the results are very satisfactory for we have a good home, a wonderful school, and a wonderful countryJ A horse can’t pull while kicking, A horse can’t kick while pulling. So let’s all pull an honest load, Then there ' ll be no more kicking. Selected by Hilliard Birston, 9-12