Isaac Newton High School - Newtonian Yearbook (Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada)

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78 Isaac Newton High School SCHOOL ACTIVITIES Newton Hi-Y The basic principle underlying Hi-Y activities is: service to the school, to the community and to the members. Any student who has the required set standards and who is interested in Hi-Y work may join. The Club meets every other Wednesday evening at the school, and a recreational programme is held every week. The Newton Hi-Y, or¬ ganized only last year, has sent repre¬ sentatives to the following conferences: International Conference at Winnipeg, Canadian Hi-Y National Assembly at Lake Couchiching, Ontario. Represen¬ tatives will also go this spring to the International Conference at Grand Forks. The Public Speaking Club Isaac Newton’s Public Speaking Club, under the able guidance of Mr. Katz, has had a full year. Dick Shouten was elected president and Victoria Rolski secretary. Although Dick is standing president, a new chairman is chosen every week, according to alphabetical order. Realizing that the ability to speak in public is an important asset to any boy or girl the club has en¬ deavoured to enable interested stu¬ dents to acquire this ability, and in the end to become fine public speakers. Greater Winnipeg Youth Council This organization is a co-ordinating body to promote understanding and co¬ operation among the youth groups of the communitv. Representatives of all races and religions, take part in na¬ tional and international youth activi¬ ties, assist community-serving projects, sponsor an annual ethnic concert, dis¬ cuss and take action on youth problems, but do not interpret controversial, reli¬ gious, or political matters. Assistance is given the Community Chest and local institutions. Isaac Newton’s two representatives are Shirley Oliver, Room 19, and Jerry Shack, Room 15. The Alumni Association The purpose of the Alumni Associa¬ tion is to give Newton Graduates an opportunity to serve the community, the school, and to direct associations of collegiate days into further chan¬ nels of service and friendship. Gradu¬ ates, who partake in the work of this organization, can lead the community to better provision for education, so¬ cial and spiritual needs. The officers of the Association are as follows: President - Andrew Okrusko Vice-President - Orest Hykaway Secretary - Shirley Anderson Treasurer - Ted Homenuk Project Committee - J. Katz Auditorium Periods This year, as in other years, the Stu¬ dents’ Council undertook to provide the students of the school with entertain¬ ment in the form of Auditorium periods. These assemblies were held approxi¬ mately twice a month, with the Grade X’s going down in one period and the Grade XI’s and XII’s in another. The object of the Students’ Council in organizing these was to provide the pupils with a “break” in the monotony of their school work. The Auditorium periods this term consisted chiefly of talks by outside speakers, and movies provided through the efforts of Mr. Lind. Two enjoyable productions were also put on by the Junior and Senior Dramatic Clubs, under the capable di¬ rection of Mr. Robson. Red Cross Since the year 1876, when the first conference of the association known as the Red Cross took place in Paris, people all over the world have looked to this national organization for refuge in time of war and in time of peace. During the last World War everyone “pitched in” to aid the devastated and war-torn countries. Now, in time of peace, the ravages of war are still felt in many parts of the world. Isaac Newton has donated $150 to the Red Cross as well as the parcels which each room sent at Christmas time. At the present moment knitted articles of clothing are being made and sent to the Netherlands. Miss Hazel¬ wood is in charge. June Shaley, Ray¬ mond Hersley and Norman Coleman are (continued on pueje S3 j

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so Isaac Newton High School LITERARY AND STILL SHE STANDS I don’t know what it was that caused me to loathe the house. And yet, every- time I saw it, a sensation of fear passed through my body. Hatred crept into my soul and my thoughts were only those of destruction. The structure stood on the crest of a hill, decrepit and old. The noon day sun beat down on the shrivelling boards with relentless fury. The wind, the rain, the sleet, in fact all the elements of nature, combined to wipe this tat¬ tering wreckage off the face of the earth. But the more the wind and the rain strove for destruction, the strong¬ er the house seemed to get ... as if in defiance, as if some unknown force was compelling it to withstand the torrents. There it stood, a challenge to nature and to man. Twilight came, and night, the saint of sinners, the haven of lovers, stole in and enveloped the countryside like a thick blanket. Darkness, ever¬ lasting darkness, descended over the house. The moon rose, pale and waning, its rays casting a dull and eerie lustre over the earth. I came across the house one night while going for a walk. I decided to get some fresh air, so started to walk up the hill, beyond the village. Sud¬ denly I saw it, standing there, as if in defiance to the entire world. A burn¬ ing hatred crept into me. Why, I don’t know. I was filled with an unexplain¬ able desire to destroy it. I ran home, determined to rid myself of the enmity towards this house. The next night I went again. It had been raining out and the grass was wet and slippery. I saw the house in the distance. It seemed to be enveloped in a shimmering light. I stopped as my hatred increased. I made up my mind to destroy the house forever ere it drove me into the realms of insanity. A week later I went again with some gas and a torch. This was an oppor¬ tune moment. Before anybody could reach the blaze, it would be over. I was satisfied. My mind was completely at ease. How cleverly I poured the gaso¬ line over the ground. How skilfully I manipulated the tin container. As I was about to light the torch and forever remove this grotesque picture from my mind, a strange feeling came over me. A sensation which I am powerless to ex¬ press entered my body. My hand quiv¬ ered. The wind moaned through the broken windows. The house seemed to speak, to ask me not to destroy it. I felt queer all over. Passion — there was none. Hatred — all my hatred for the house was spent. The torch fell out of my hand. I stood there motionless. A tear crept into the corners of my eyes. Everything was getting blurred. I saw—rather I vision¬ ed—strange beings dancing in shim¬ mering light beside the house. The strains of soft, melodious music filled the air. Then I became dizzy. My head reeled. I felt myself falling, falling into some vast abyss, falling into obscurity. When I awoke, I was lying on the ground. The house cast a shadow of gloom over me as I lay there. I tried to stand up, but my legs felt like butter. I desperately tried to rise. At last I was on my feet. Looking around, I saw the lights of the village. They seemed to beckon, to call to me. I start¬ ed to walk, slowly at first. Then an un¬ easy feeling came over me and I quick¬ ened my pace. I turned around, unconsciously, I guess, and suddenly I saw a strange thing. Fear gripped me. I was in a state of frenzy. My pulse beat irregularily. The blood rushed to my head. The same queer feeling as before, enveloped me. I seemed to hear the wind howling in the distance. It was steadily growing louder. I imagined strange and fascinating things. I seem¬ ed to be floating, forever falling. Bells were ringing in the distance. I saw circles. They grew larger. They turned and twisted into fantastic shapes. They seemed to be ail around me, hounding, following me. I—I was walking, run-