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

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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

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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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Social Committee (1. to r.): Ruth Neufeld, Anthony Wiebe, Irene Wieler, Mr. Doerksen, Helen Epp. In order to be a well-educated person, one must develop along these four lines: — the mental, physical, spiritual and social. We, as a committee, make it our aim to assist in the social line. Come along while I reminisce about the social affairs of the year. To start the year off right, we all sojourn to our ever useful Kildonan Bush to enjoy an afternoon in the open. We energetically join in contests — kicking balls, ' hammering nails and running races. Refreshments are being sold. We end our afternoon minus some energy and plus a sunburn. The goodnatured teachers consent to give each class an evening off to have a weiner roast. Everyone is pleased with this proposition. Christmas is coming closer and the social committee is doing its best to plan an enjoy¬ able Christmas social. Revising one plan after another we finally decide to have a banquet. Great stress is being laid on the decorating of the auditorium, which everyone admits is quite art¬ istically done. The beautiful Christmas story is again related by various students in various ways. After each person has received the gift intended for him we all troop home, happy in mind and spirit. Now the Christmas Holidays are- over and almost everyone is back, happy as a lark! In¬ spired by the beauty of nature, the Grade 12’s decide to go on a hike; hot dogs and drinks are not omitted! Naturally this sets the ball rolling again. The teachers are pestered by every class till every grade is permitted to have an outing similar to that of the Grade 12’s. Besides having parties we also have the pleasure of seeing films. “The Royal Tour of Canada” and Dicken’s “Christmas Carol” and films illustrating health, chemistry and social studies are shown to the different grades throughout the year. Graduation is around the corner and every class is becoming excited. The Grade ll’s are worrying whether everything will turn out alright and the Grade 10’s and Grade 9’s are waiting for the day to come so the others will be normal again. Each class is planning a party either before or after Graduation. To end the social life of the year 1952-53 we again have an outing where everyone is present. This is a day for the teachers as well as the students, for this is the day when some teachers appear ' in stunning bonnets only to be admired by envious pupils. After a day of games and refreshments we return to encounter our final exams. The hope of the social committee of this year is that the social life of 1953-54 may be a successful one. Irene Wieler. 23