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

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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

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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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I am sure we would have enjoyed getting our hands on the ref, even if “just a little bit”. We got a brilliant “save’, however, when Leonard Mann retorted to “Over the net” with “Sure, I was about that high above it!” (in¬ dicating several inches with his hands.) We needn’t have worried though, for we beat them by the scores of 21-18 and 21-15 respectively. All this was due in no small measure to Peter Peters, who successfully took three dazzling spikes in succession and managed to grin (weakly) for more. That really must have disconcerted them. So we’re waiting for next time to come around. In the meantime we intend to prac¬ tice, having been so rudely shocked out of our slumbers in a previous game. Walter Falk. GRADE TWELVE NEWS January 16 was more or less a holiday for the Grade 12’s. We all had our pictures taken, at the Lyceum Studio, for the year-book. The girls went in the morning, and the boys in the afternoon. We met at the studio at 9 o’clock. After much combing and primping we were finally prepared to have our pictures taken. After that, instead of going back to school some of us went to Eaton’s, and amused ourselves looking at formals, wedding gowns, fitting on all kinds of hats, and making a general nuisance of our¬ selves. The boys, who went in the afternoon, came to school in the morning to “study”. Imagine our surprise when we came back to school to see our classroom completely empty. We went down to the kitchen, and there sat the boys, eating doughnuts and drinking coffee (which Helmut Peters made). As this was supposed to be the physics class, Mr. Schellenberg was also participating of the food—behind the door (in case Mr. Neufeld came in.) Now we know how the boys amuse themselves in our absence. The girls were allowed to go home in the afternoon. But of course, since we had per¬ mission to go, we all wanted to stay. Many of us had looked forward to this day with anxiety. Now that it is past, we are anxiously awaiting the results. Hedy Dick. THE FLOOD Earth was giv’n to vice infernal, So our God and Lord eternal Spoke to Noah: “Build an ark, The future here doth look too dark. Everyone is sold to sin Except you and some of your kin!” So with oak and ash and cedar Noah worked. Forever eager, He never stopped or even doubted. But his workmen often pouted — Why, of all things, on dry land Noah kept an ark on hand. When the ark was built and finished, It was ready to be furnished. So great were its length and width and height That it completely stopped sun’s light. Of ever) ' species then alive Into the ark were sent to thrive On hay and grain and mutton, Noah and his sons had gotten. Lastly Noah and his sons four Entered. And God locked the door. Then the heav’ns were opened wide, Till there was a surging tide. And the torrents began to pour From the heav’ns and from earth’s floor. Gushing, spouting from its lair, Water spurted everywhere. When every living thing had died, The waters started to subside. Noah sent a dove to scout And to find a living sprout. Twice it failed — then brought a leaf. Earth had recovered from its grief. The ark settled on Mt. Ararat And Noah lowered the parapet. While the creatures ran and soared, He built an altar to thank the Lord. Who, his abated rage to show, Created the first rainbow. With this seal He meant to say, “No more flood till judgment day.” William Dyck. 27