Lord Selkirk School - Maroon and Grey Yearbook (Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada)

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LITERARY [Continued] The Fairies I saw a little fairy Sitting on a tree, And she was very lovely,— As pretty as could be. She was dressed in red, Her robe was soft and long, But horrors! Oh, horrors! She had no wings on! About her were the goblins, Clothed in brown and green, Gathered all about Their lovely fairy queen. All about were fairy maids, Robed in every hue, Not one had wings on, And, yet—they flew! Every time a breeze blew They leaped into the air, Riding on the wind’s back Darting here and there. For they were only autumn leaves Clustered on a tree;— Yet every one was happy, As happy as could be! —Vera Jennings, Room VIII-15. Winter’s White Wander HE ENCHANTING white snow falls softly and silently, sparkling like millions of tiny diamonds, drawing its soft blanket over the countryside, bathing the earth in a white magical splendour. Where before there had been no hint of beauty, there were now great blankets of this vel¬ vety substance, veiling all the bleakness and empt iness that was before. The trees, shed¬ ding their summer apparel, don their flow¬ ing white garments and become the stately subjects of King Winter. This soft blanket provides shelter for the little creatures bedded under the snow, and protects the little plants under the earth until Lady Summer claims them for her Each little snowflake, like messengers from - Heaven, sculptured by the skilful hand of Mother Nature, surpasses by far the work of the most famous of sculptors on our earth. Winter nights are mysterious and be¬ witching, shrouding everything in mystery. Each little sparkling snowflake lies tranquil under the cold, silent, silvery moon. They lie there in brilliance until April has put winter to bed. They lie in slumber only to return again, dancing down from the heav¬ ens, when King Winter regains his throne. —Erma Mucignat. Room X-12. The Proposal 0 .% jolly old Mr. Ru¬ dolph Schnicutt turned the corner, he could see, half a block down, the spacious old house,.surrounded by the carefully tended grounds, belonging to his beloved Katrinka Padlowskivich. While sedately walking the remaining distance, he thought to himself, “Ach, maybe it vould be time I should be tinking of marriage. Katrinka vould make a good vife. Money she has plenty (left by her last husband), a house vitch needs no fixing, an efen temper and she can make stroodles just like Mama, bless her soul!” A few tears rolled down his plump cheeks and got caught in his mustache at the very thought of Mama . . . “But,” he continued, “vould she vant to marry again, espetchilly to me?” As he went slowly up the steps he continued to mutter to himself. Meanwhile Katrinka had been thinking of the same thing, for neither of them was getting any younger or better-looking, she argued. But this was not the ‘Old Country, ' where the father could arrange the details, after some hinting. Here in the “Land of Privilege” you let a foolish man decide. Still, what was easier to trap a man than by using a bait, namely, food, and a superior feeling. So, when Rudolph came for Sun¬ day dinner, Katrinka was prepared to try her luck. They went into the parlour for their usual Sunday game of chess. The unusual part came, when, due to circumstances under control, Rudolph won. After the game they sat down to listen to the radio, until it was time for dinner. Katrinka was more atten¬ tive than usual, for, after seating Mr. Schr.icutt in the softest chair, she brought forth his favorite beverage, “Napoleon’s Brandy.” If Rudolph had not thought of marriage before he surely would have then. When he was feeling a wee bit mellow, • 64

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ELEMENTARY RED GROSS LADY READING Room 1—Collected silver paper—Donated $1.50 to Red Cross. Room 2—Collected silver paper—Donated $1.00 to Red Cross. Room 4—Collected 4 bags of silver paper—Donated $1.00 to Red Cross, $1.17 to Poppy Fund, $2.18 to Lady Reading Fund. Room 6—Donated afghan to Red Cross—Sent two parcels to England. Room 8—Donated $1.75 to Red Cross, $1.35 to Lady Reading Fund. Room 9—Knitted afghan—Donated $37.00 to Red Cross, $5.75 to Lady Reading Fund. Room 16—Donated $42.15 to Red Cross, $1.35 to Poppy Fund—Collected silver paper. Room 18—Donated $1.00 to Red Cross—Sent parcels to Holland, Scotland, England and Poland—Collected magazines and silver paper. Many pupils in the Elementary enjoy writing to pen pals in foreign countries. • 63

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LITERARY [Continued] Katrinka decided on her next move, dinner. Katrinka began dinner with caesele and ended with the favorite—schtrudel. Ru¬ dolph had not had such variety of German food since his Mama passed away. Having within his limits all he could contain, he was contented to relax and talk. “Ach. Katrinka! If but I could have you gife me such vunderful food efery Sunday I vould be in Hefen. Such kuhoos, id was so ligd I thought it vould rice up und go! Katrinka, thinking a little headway was made, answered blushingly: “Gowan Rudolphie, such foolizh zaying. I vouldn’t doubt iff you zaid dot to efry girrl who gifz you zomting to eat!” “Katrinka,. you knows I know no odder girl, I like as much as you. For not only haff you mon ... I mean charms, but you can cook like a anchel. Vhat more could a man vant?” “Yeh, yeh, vhat else, Rudolphie? prompt¬ ed Katrinka, for she had nearly reached her objective. In her eagerness, she por¬ trayed a very attractive picture in the eyes of Rudolph. She was rather small and plump, and her black hair was braided quaintly around her head. The excitement had put red roses in her cheeks, and her eyes had a strange glow. “Katrinka, my dear, ve—ve—haff knowd each other a long time, and I haff growed very fond of you. Vould I have a chance if I asked you to marry ...” “Why, Rudolphie, it iz zuch a zurprize. I never dreamed you taught of zuch tings. Of course I vill marry you! She rushed over to Rudolphie, who had nearly burst with joy at the answer. To herself Katrinka thought, “I only hope he vill last longer than the lazt vun!” . „ —Anne Yewusz, X-17. My Little Wooden Shoes I have a pair of wooden shoes From Holland, far away; They are painted red and white and blue To make them bright and gay. They seem to tell a story Of those people over there. Who have such different customs And such lovely yellow hair. They tell about the peasants, And the tulips which they grow, About their neat and tidy wives Whom I should like to know. They tell about their children, Of that land so far away, Who wear their little wooden shoes To go to school each day. These little shoes tell many things; Some sad, and others gay; But most of all, they tell me Holland’s where I’ll go some day. —June Horne, Room XI-13. “THE JOKER” It had been a very dull physics period, indeed, that Mr. Grusz had been conducting with XI-4. Archimedes’ principle just didn’t see m to “sink in.” In desperation, the maes¬ tro had finally asked the class, “Well, what does happen when a body is immersed in water?” Was there any answer? Yes, for a voice from the back of the room quickly retorted. “The telephone rings!!” —Doug. Tesch, XI-4. Home and School Association The Lord Selkirk Home and School Association wishes to con¬ gratulate the 1947 Graduating class and wish for them all a pleasant and successful life of service and endeavor. The Association has enjoyed a very profitable and pleasant season among its members. Our sincere thanks go to all those who participated in our programs which in no small measure were profitable and enjoyable to all. An invitation is heartily extended to all those parents and teachers net already members to join the association and help fulfil the aims of the “Home and School. H. M. ORCHARD, President. • 65