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

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I remember the way she laughed. She was just a girl when I (first heard it. It never changed. I remember how she always found the first buttercup and the (first ripe strawberry. She always knew where the oriole swung his basket of babies. I remember the stories she was never too tired to repeat and (the way she always sang when she worked. I remember all the things she could do. She wrote poetry and she drove a binder; she made cunning gingerbread boys and she was a crack shot. I remember she was always called when death came. She held anguished hands while broken bones were set, and once when a storm raged and the stork arrived at our neighbors’, .she was the only one there to welcome their twin daughters. She was never president of a society. She was too busy tying pink ribbons around other people ' s troubles and facing hers alone. I remember she could buy more happiness with a dollar than anyone I knew. She was entirely unselfish. She saw good in everyone and beauty in everything. She neyer forgot a kindness and all people counted with her. I remember how lightly she walked. When she was happy, •she almost skipped along. I I remember when the threads she wove into our pattern of life were suddenly severed, she stopped awhile, set her eyes on a new design, and wove another pattern as rich, as beautiful as the one before. Perhaps she was beaten many times in the game of life, but she ' ' never knew it! She was the most wonderful thing that ever happened to me. —INA BURNS, Lacombe, Alta.

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• • • • Qua Student Social GamtnMee As we sit back and think about the socials that were held during the past year it is easy to realize that this was the best year in Newton’s social his¬ tory. Never before have the socials been so well supported by the student body. Most of the credit for the social success belongs to Shirley Oliver who led the social committee this year. Her crew of helpers: Barry Krawchuk, Ross Barr, Dick Macoomb, Betty Bas- araba and all the others who helped out in the sale of tickets, decorating the school auditorium, sale of cokes, checking and many more nameless jobs that popped up deserve much credit. Mr. Mark, Miss McBeth, Miss Sproull, Miss Knapp and Mr. Armstrong representing the staff did a splendid iob. It is hoped that next year is just as successful a social year. BACK ROW (left to right)—Dave Fraser, Mr. Mark, Shirley Hogue, Dick Macoomb. FRONT ROW—Barry Krawchuk, Betty Basaraba, Shirley Oliver (chairlady), Janet Kansky, Stephen Checkwitch. MISSING—Ross Barr. Qun, b iamatic Glul . . . . A Successful Year Every Friday in the study period a group of aspiring stage-folk under the capable management of Mr. Robson has studied acting and make-up. To anyone unfamiliar with the school the noises which can be heard throughout the upper hall would appear strange but as you and I know, it is only the dramatic club rehearsing their coming play. Early this spring the club put on “The Project”, a play about the con¬ ditions in wartime England. It showed clearly how women took over the men’s jobs and in particular, the task of tunnel building. The cast included Irene Bahry, Jean Fuga, Diana Gra- bowecky, Mildred Johnston, Frances Noseworthy, Virginia Squirk, and Olga Tataryn. Helen Stacyshyn and Gwen Georgison were in charge of make-up. Shirley Hogue and Adele Schumacher were the directors. It is felt that Holly¬ wood need look no farther than New¬ ton’s dramatic club for new stars. 50 Isaac Newton High School

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7 , . QUESTIONS ANSWERED by MRS. EMILY MOORE Speak to Everyone You Know Dear Mrs. Moore,—I would like to have your advice on how to act in this case. I am a country girl. 15 years ot age. I neither smoke nor drink and lead a clean life. Up until three years ago. when we moved into a hamlet, I lived on a farm. I am used to speaking to anyone and everyone. I take people as I find them and not as people represent them to me. 1 like to be friends with everyone and am very outspoken. When I was staying in town a while ago. my associates were sur¬ prised and disgusted to hear that I would stop and talk to an ordinary veterinary, blacksmith, section man ar someone not very well thought of in town. This is lust a little town and they recognize a stranger. Is this wrong? I try to act as a ladv should. When I speak to these people, it ' s merely a “How do you do? or “Hello, how have you been? I’d be quite put out if the socially prominent people whom I know