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

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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.

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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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34 H.J.M. SWING CLUB After Christmas our Swing Club was organized by Mrs. Graham, Mr. Mutchra and Mr. Butterworth. The Grade 7 ' s came at noon on Tuesdays and the Grades 8 and 9, dressed in their best, came at noon on Thursdays. With the help of the record Oh Johnny the general shyness between the girls and boys soon disappeared. This mixer was Mr. Butterworth ' s idea. We learned a lot of new dances and had so much fun we were all sorry (teachers included) to close down for Easter exams. TO THE EDITOR CF THE SEARCHLIGHT By Robert Odger 7-17 I would like to say a word about the Hugh John Macdonald School. First our principal, Mr. Patterson, a swell guy - understanding and consi at all times; his secretary Mrs. Davie, who works so hard to try to help us; th nurse and doctor who help us come to school; and last, but not least, the teach who try so hard to teach us the right and wrong of different subjects. We, the pupils, are the hardest problem, we ' admit, but with the help of all the staff o Hugh John Macdonald School, we shall get a ' sound education. I know we can ' t mi this wonderful chance of getting an education. A TOUR THROUGH A GOLD MINE By George Jones 9-13 ■ While ' down at Red Lake, Ontario, some friends and I went on a tour of Mac gold nine. Here we were shown the complete mine in operation. The shaft is b] the most important part of any mine. Extending for one mile in the ground, the shaft has many levels where men are constantly working. When the rubber-clad miners, working in shifts, desire to reach their level of operation, they entei small elevator called a cage and are lowered to their level. The cage is operated by a person who has a cool head and steady nerves, capable of handlih any situation. He is constantly watching two great clock-like dials which tel him at which level the.cage is. I The gold bearing ore is brought to the mill by a conveyor belt via the si house. What a maze of machinery confronts us! In the mill the ore is graded a ' crushed in two cylinder-shaped tanks. Among a great maze of wood and metal cal walks, we were shown one of eight great tanks, each ten feet wide by forty fed deep. In these tanks, each containing a powerful mixture of acids, the gold iy washed for forty hours. It was then that we realized that the sign Do not df mill water was fully justified. After two or three other similar washings, t! gold bearing water is hand sifted and the gold removed. The mine produces two bars a week, each bar valued at twenty thousand dollars. My opinion of a gold mine was that it would be surrounded by armed guari barbed wire, but this was not the case. The reason for this was that there ws one road out of the nine, and any car could easily be stopped by a Provincial Police car. I also considered taking home a few samples, but on learning of the three year jail penalty, I politely declined to do so. r ’