Miles Macdonell Collegiate - Macadonian Yearbook (East Kildonan, Manitoba Canada)

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mind, his frozen mouth forming a satisfied smile. Then darkness spread over him. Only he could see the brilliant point of light A commingling of voices drifted over the top of the crevasse. A child had wandered from the port and discovered the man covered with the innocent snow. His friends had come to rescue him; but the mountie did not know . —Hugh Andrew XIIA SNOW Snow is uncomfortable, wet, cold, and in the cities, dirty. But more people find more fun in snow than in any other of nature’s products. If one dis¬ regards icy snow drifted over sidewalks and roads, dead batteries and that popular illness, the cold, one can receive a great deal of enjoyment from snow. Just because it cost you $5.00 to be towed from a ditch and into garage, don’t despair! Think of the fun you’ll have this weekend. You won’t have fun? Oh, I see. While a temporary pedestrian, you fell on the ice and broke your hip. The children enjoy the winter anyway, skating, sledding, running in front of cars. It’s a joy to watch them. You may have the pleasure of taking them skating. There you are, standing at the side of the rink watching your breath freeze and feeling your feet go numb. You must admonish Johnny many times to turn his ankles out like Daddy does. What more could one ask from life? The possessor of young children or none at all usually finds pleasure in the national sport of snow shovelling. The competition is hot and furious. The object of the game is, of course, to see who can shovel a navigable path in the shortest time. The satisfaction is boundless. There is no greater feeling than to watch your paunchy neighbour enboring over a hot snow shovel while you relax in front of your picture window. All must agree that no other substance can bring out man’s love of the fireside as snow does. —Maureen Beaman XIIA with the piercing of my skin and I lie back defeated, once again, by my enemy, the dentist. —Williard Homiak XIIB APPOINTMENT It is just about time! Soon Johnny will step con¬ fidently into the busy street, his bright blue eyes fixed on that red and white rubber ball. The driver of that big black sedan will be speeding down the street, cursing to himself because the heavy traffic is keeping him from his all-important meeting. He won’t see Johnny, until it is too late. In a split second it will all be over. Johnny’s small body will be lying on the slick wet pavement, while his life giving blood trickles from the gash in the side of his head. The crowd will gather. They will see the ambulance careen down the narrow street and come to a screeching halt. The doctor will rush forward and kneel beside Johnny’s lifeless little body while his deftly trained hands do their intricate work. He will look at Johnny’s tousled blond hair and the innocent face of a child and he will know that I have come. We have met many times. I, Death, am no stranger to him. Yes, everyone is waiting. The police—the ambulance—driver—the doctor. They’re all waiting for that driver. They all know him only too well. He is the driver whose mind is occupied with everything but his driving. He is the killer. —Bill Harper XIIA MY ENEMY He’s behind me now and I can hear a faint gurgling sound. His aide in white seizes my arm and I can sense a brutal attack on the region between my parched throat and the last bi-cuspid on the lower left-hand side of my fear-paralyzed mouth. I grip the sides of my death trap and mutter un¬ intelligibly as the heady smell of disinfectant causes my stomach to flip. With a swift movement he s suddenly in front of me and his long, menacing needle glints in the over-lighted room. His hand makes a motion—the blood drains from my face— he draws back to talk to someone passing in the hall. He comes at me again, eyes gleaming, smiling cynic¬ ally, hairy hand shaking. The last convulsion comes 50

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SPORTS COUNCIL 1st Row: Leslie Oshanek. Sandra Johnson. Dave Confrey. Millard Homiak. Connie Hicks. Pat Haigh. Leslie Clash. 2nd Row: Jo-Anne Woytowich, Dianne Bell. Adele Woodwort, Sonia Smerehansky, Audrey Klem, Gail Scott, Nola James, Sandra Ratner, Reg Slocumb. 3rd Row: Stan Nickarz, Pete Fischer, Jerry Procillo, Pat Lewis. Ken Adair, Janet Smith. Henry Theissen. 4th Row: Larry Lacomy, Gordon Funk, Dane Walker, Garth Mitchell. Orville Buffie, Marty Westmacott. Danny Rosin, June Huyda. Don Pickup. VARSITY SOCCER m o 1 i Era FA Ipf 1 st Row: Stnn Nickarz. Jerry Falzarano. Willard Homiak. Bill 2nd k Row: Horst Aldinger, Rainer Hampel, Pete Winning, Pete Fischer, Bob Jackson. 3rd Row: Roal VanI.eeuwen, Bruce Bell, Bill Evans, Gordon Spearing. Field conditions were excellent when Miles Mac- donell invaded Glenlawn Collegiate in the opening and only game of the 1959-60 season. In the first half, playing with the wind at their heels, Miles Macdonell counted early; Bill Nickarz scored on a quick pass over, and made it “1” to “0” for Miles Mac. With about five minutes remaining in the first half Stan Nickarz rifled a shot past the startled Glenlawn goalkeeper who for some reason was stationed at the opposite side of the goalmouth. At half time the team gathered around their coach, Mr. J. L. Nixon who proceeded to commend the team on its fine first half performance, and offered helpful instruction to those who needed it. The second half of the game had not gone more than five minutes when the Miles Macdonell squad lost the services of their sturdy right defenceman, Peter Winning, who was ejected from the contest by the referee on the feeble charge of dangerous kicking. The wind which had been relatively calm, suddenly increased in intensity, making it difficult for the Miles Mac defence to clear the ball from their end. At about the twenty minute mark of the second half the roof fell in on Miles Mac’s goalie, Willard Hom¬ iak, who had been playing an outstanding game in the nets. Two quick Glenlawn goals crept past him. The remaining portion of the game remained scoreless and the game ended a two all tie. —Bill Nickarz 52