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

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32 THE HOUSE ON THE HILL By Leone Blair Rm. 10 32 One sunny morning my pal and I decided to explore the little old house on t hill as we thought no one lived there. Up the hill we went enjoying the perfume of all the lovely wild flowers. Ji .the old wooden gate we stopped, gazing at the neglected garden that had once grou beautiful flowers for there were still a few among the grass and weeds. The shabby house was a small one-story house. The front had two windows, one on each side of a little porch. We walked along a stone walk to the’ back of the house where we saw an old well., which we at once called a wishing well as it reminded us of one in a fairy tale We stood looking at our reflections in the water for a short time. Then went-slowly back to the front, planning to go in. Reaching the dark front porch, where the paint was peeling off, we tugged a the rusty old bell and heard it jangling somewhere in the house. After the echos had died away we rang it again. Then, half afraid, we opened the door and went i It was dark and creaky and oh, so frighteningl As we stood staring at the old ' furniture, almost completely covered with dust, we saw the cellar door open slow] and there stood a tall thin grey haired man wearing . shabby clothes and a fura; little hat on his untidy hair. Without saying a word, we turned with fear and rs out of the house as fast as we could, not even daring to look bade. That place ■will never see me again. THE LITTLE OLD FISHERMAN By Joan Sastiwko Rm.7 ' 1 1 I have lived in Dream land Bay four years. I know everyone living there. best friend is a little old fisherman. I don’t know his real name but I have al called him Joe. He has a long beard and a kind old wrinkled face. He wasn ' t r ' or poor but he always gave poorer children toys and things they needed,, ] . I would go. down to.the docks every day and,there I would see him smoking i pipe. He would take me into his boat to a room where he stayed, and gave me car and other things. He was a lonesome old man because he had no -children or relat He would ask me to come and see him every day. One day I asked ny mother if Joe could come and stay.with us. My mother felt sorry for the old man not having a y to go to, so she said that he could. I ran as faet as ray legs ecu Id carry me tc tell Joe about coming and staying with us. He was delighted although he hatedt F leave his own boat, 3 Joe lived with us for two years. He was getting old and sick. It was a 4 day. Thick black clouds rolled bver Dream Land Bay. Joe died. Deep down in jj heart I know I will never forget old Joe, the little old fisherman. : Much, as worthy friends add to the happiness and value of life, we must it main, depend upon ourselves, and everyone is his own best friend or worst enemj - Lord Evebury The less you day, the more people remember. - Penelon In preparation for the channel crossing Caesar built eighteen new veeuls- veesile- vesels— botes.

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31 T HE BOY IN THE BLIZZARD By Joane Sorba 9 -13 31 The blizzard was gradually getting worse. Out on the prairie, a few miles from town, John Martin was glad that he was safe in his cabin from the horrible blizzard. While preparing his supper John heard a funny noise at the door. It startled him. At first he thought it was just the wind roaring and howling about his door, but a moment or two later it began to get louder and more distinct. It sounded like pawing. Curious, he opened the door. In bounded a small brown dog, white with snow. The dog leaped excitedljr at John and grabbing his pant leg between his teeth, he yanked John to the still wide open door. John, understanding that the cute little dog wanted John to follow him, did so, first wrapping his jacket about him and grabbing his cap. Out into the blizzard he strode and oh, what a terrible blizzard it was I The wild north wind howled and whistled about him. The wind was hurling snow in every direction making it very hard to see ahead, John blindly followed the dog. Finally, after a most tiresome walk which seemed to take quite long, but was only several yards, he reached a hidden, lonely spot where he found a little boy lying in the snow, half-frozen. He picked the boy up and carefully carried him into the cabin, John placed the boy in a warm bed near a cozy fire and then heated some food for the boy and the dog, THE IOST NECKLACE By Heather Robb One day Tom ' s aunt called him upstairs. When he got upstairs his aunt said, Tom, my pearl necklace is missing. Have you seen it? No, I haven ' t, replied Tom, Well , said Aunt Jane, it is a very valuable necklace and wc must find it . They searched Tom’s aunt ' s room but it was nowhere in sight, Tom said, Are you sure it is not in your jewel box or in one of your drawers? But his aunt was positive that it wasn ' t. Tom willingly helped his aunt to search all the rooms including the basement and the attic, but they couldn’t find it. They had searched every room in the house, but they researched them. When Tom came to his aunt’s room he slowly lifted the top of her jewel box, hoping against hope that the necklace would be there, but it wasn’t. That night, while they were eating, Tom noticed something around his aunt’s neck. He walked over to her and pulled it out. His aunt looked down with a surprised face. When she saw what Tom had ' pulled out from under her collar, she cried with joy. It was her pearl necklace! She had been wearing it all that time! MORE BONERS ... skeleton is a man with his inside out and his outside off. An antidote is a funny story that you have heard before. Barristers are pieces of wood, generally at the side of stairs. noraham Lincoln wrote the Gettysburg Address while travelling from Washington to Gettysburg on the back of an envelope. )

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33 33 BACK HOME IN THE AIPS By Hans Pelikowsky .In Austria festival times are held in great respect and are received with much joy and frolic. One of these festivals which was very interesting to me was the Alpen Feast. It started about the first of May on a lovely morning when the air smelled good and a warm wind blew across our happy faces. The cattle from our town were rounded up into the Alps. There they were fattened on the rich green grass. The whole town was gathered in the town square to bid us farewell. This was after the war and the people were poorly dressed but all of them had kind and innocent faces. Finally we started out on the hike, which took us a little way nrvum f.ho rnn r ' J We reached the narrow-path leading to the foot of the mountain. The lead cow was wearing a bell and its ringing was the same as the ticking of a clock. Otherwise it was quiet except for the singing of the birds. The trees around us became thicker and the path became steeper. Now even the birds had stopped singing. As we ascended higher and higher, the forest became changed into thin pine trees and rocky ledges. It be came cooler and we saw patches of snow. , . When reached our destination the sun began to set. We did our chores and ate our food from the packsack, and I lay down in the meadow. The air was Jf d love ?-y‘ Crickets and other insects started their nightly concerts and oL and e wpnJ 0 eS -?f 1 went to slee P- Next morning I journeyed back to t Own and went on with my daily duties. + , he f® the cattle were about to be brought down from the Alps of Slk T for the ter. The people were dressed in their fanciest clothes Aft era d erent ich they only used for festivities. olawd Th the J lmaa f lor the feastin S began. People ate, danced, and played games. The most widely spread custom was the Pole climbing wntest. A SVbpsEJ ir OVCL a l0ng tre ; dt Was greased and oiled and at the end was manv fried +n money. The pole was then placed in the town square and r0le “ S ° meb0dy reaCh6d ths of fri + h tha ?- G uf ningj Preparations were made to decorate the boats and rafts The counsennW w ' and garlai ? ds for the procession which held on the lakeJ h IdT L 10 S re leadlng the P TOCessi °r to an island wte re a tthss was pQor “ ? L S ° od cr °P th had or t0 Plead for better crop if they had £d ms on his own - Fireworks were ' dispia d m ° s t reflectionof gaiet7111 thebut A DOG- By Bobby Sweet, 8-G6 A. dog is a faithful, fourfooted friend .no, will not let his master down ho will stay with his master right to the end Until they have both fallne down. friend so faithful will you ever have As a dog both big or small He 11 stay with you when you are siok And ooms when he hears your oall.