Mennonite Brethren Collegiate Institute - Spectrum Yearbook (Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada)

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The Teacher The teacher is usually a friendly man, Every morning so cheery and gay, But he changes as only a teacher can During the course of a long dull day. You meet him at the door at ten to nine, He gives you a look that makes you feel “klein”. If in classes he asks you a question One can’t even make a suggestion. You wriggle around in that hard old seat, Much faster the heart is starting to beat, You slide around and move and squirm Feeling no better than a measly worm. That very same question is passed to another That student is likewise stunned. [one, The master is starting to look around. We feel like rabbits being watched by a hound. Everything is getting tense Everyone is feeling dense Everyone is expecting a command Everything is at a stand. That harsh command he now delivers All is quiet; everyone quivers: We’ve got to learn a whole lot. more We’re permitted to do that after four. D. C. Froese, Grade X.. The Young Lover Oh Moon! thou inconstant sphere, Who ever in thy orbit changes That lovers may not swear by thee But ever are reminded that -thou That shinest in the cooled clear night Doth never once remain the Same Always dost thou wax and wane. This was the ardent lover’s heart-felt cry, As peering between the wooden bars That held in place the window panes beside the He saw that lonely ghostly face — [bed Then to his eye there came a tear So sad, so sorrow filled — His pup that morn’ had passed away. Hehry Janzen, ' Grade XII. 25

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YEARBOOK COMMITTEE .): Elfrieda Toews, Peter Wiebe, Eleanore Dick, Helmut Peters, Bertha Wieler. r.): Don Kroeker, Bert Reimer, Mr. Schellenberg, Bertha Pauls, William Dyck, Lorraine Regehr, — Missing: George Willms, Harry Janzen. . A Year Book is a precious souvenir; it is especially precious to a graduate. It is a record of our triumphs and failures, and a symbol of our hopes and disappointments. Within its pages time is stopped by the pictures and articles which exhibit our literary achievements and the first flush of our poetic fervour. To the rest of the students it is a record of how we have worked and played together. May this Year Book further the relationship between the school and the community. Bertha Pauls.

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Back row (1. to r.): Ruth Dyck — Literary Editor, Sieg Wall —■ Grade X reporter, Betty Stoesz — Grade XI reporter, Hedy Dick — Grade XII reporter, Peter Peters — News Editor, Rosemarie Dirks — Grade IX reporter, John Klassen — Sports Editor. Front row (1. to r.) : Greti Klassen — Typist, Walter Falk — English Co-editor, Don Kroeker — Edi¬ tor, Jake Wiebe — German Co-editor, William Dyck — Circulation Manager. Two years ago, our school published its first newspaper. Because it was interesting, it was received with enthusiasm and kept cut of the “red”. But, since it required sweat and perseverance, no one dared to continue the following year. This year, as a result of Mr. Neufeld’s oratory, we continued with volume II. There were moments when we regretted this impulsiveness. However, we have learned a lot — that perfection is impossible— and have enjoyed ourselves in the process. We thank all who contributed to the suc¬ cess of this paper and hope that volume III, ' he Bugle” will probably give the summary of our efforts this year. M.B.C.I. Beats College Well, we’ve done it again. Thursday, Nov. 27, the all-star volleyball team played the Col¬ lege, and beat it. How long we will be al¬ lowed to snicker over our triumph there is no way of knowing, and for the present we are putting a sanctimonious look on our various inspired visages, hoping against hope that we will not be noticeably afraid. When we waddled into the court most of us were nervous, I think, which may perhaps be attributed to a rather unpleasant memory of the week before. I, at any rate, was work¬ ing on my second cuticle (unflavoured official¬ ly) conscious of a butterfly feeling in my ex¬ tensive internals. Our faces (pardon the word) managed, however, to look tolerably cheerful. So we played. Things were desperately close from the beginning, and we had not once during the game any assurance as to what the ultimate results would be. As a consequence we were uncommonly tense. Then the referee decided to throw in a little excitement. (He almost went with it) ' When one College man swooped gracefully over the net he answered to our protests with a grin and “just a little bit.” The game went on with the College leading by one better deal. With us temperatures soared and presently our “Collarmomcters” registered “dirty”. (The deal ,not the neck.) 26