Morweena High School - School Memories Yearbook (Morweena, Manitoba Canada)

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Calvin Plett Calvin, skipped from grade eight to grade nine in November. In¬ terested in musical instruments. i Jerlene Brandt Jerlene is a very friendly and intell¬ igent young lady. She is doing good in her grade, as well as in most anything. She gets along with everybody and every¬ body gets along with her. Her interests are teasing and reading. Vernon Plett Vernon is by nature a quiet student. He enjoys sports such as baseball and soccer and so partici¬ pates in them willingly. Ambitious about his future. He does not enjoy sckool. 13

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Elmer Dueck E njoys playing his guitar L ikes to joke and talk M arks are always high E njoys sports of all kinds R eads avidly Mary Ann Dueck Mary Ann has a friendly personal¬ ity and therefore has many friends. She thinks reading is more fun than working. Her interests include- skating and playing tennis. Her future plans are to enter nurses ' training. Who has got the ball ? Margart Hose uueck Optomistic and tidy. She has the brains to get high marks without much studying. She is a regular bookworm a n d is often seen reading at recess. Enjoys playing organ and is an avid tennis player. Her neatness and ability to do well in schoolwork will enable her for anything she plans for the future. 12

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SPRING IN MAN TOBA Any true nature lover ought to be thrilled during spring, in Manitoba. It is the resurrection so to say, of a dormant nature. The warmer air brings a fever to young and old alike. The fever of excitement, anticipation; the fever of life itself. Boys and girls attacked by spring fever do outrageously foolish, and childish things. They are tempt¬ ed and lured by the call of spring to join i n mischief-mak¬ ing, in pranks and in naughti¬ ness. Be passes a roaring waterfall, keeping a discreet distance . Suckers are leaping the falls, swimming up stream to lay eggs. He hears the croak of a multi¬ tude of frogs above the roar of the waters. Walking on he hears the cawing of crows in the dist¬ ance. Above him he hears a rust¬ le and looks up to find the cause. Beady eyes stare back at him. He reaches out his hand and the squirrel disappears, chat¬ tering his disapproval at the disturbance of his grounds. The call of the meadowlark gives them a wander-lust and one day they take off for a stroll in the freshly-scented woods. Woods permeated with balmy air, trickling creeks, whispering breezes and chirping robins. The wanderer trudges along through the wet last year ' s growth of grass, blissfully unaware o f damp leggings, an empty stomach, and undone chores. He leans against an old oak tree and gaz¬ es up at the budding branches. Suddenly he slips and splash he is standing in the creek. He pulls himself out, dumps out the water from his boots and hurries off home. But how can he hurry? He spies a tiny budding crocus . He bends down, to push back some old, last year ' s growth, and straightening up, hurries on. Hurrying on, the wanderer ar¬ rives at a haystack and throws himself down on it, forgetting his wet feet. He gazes up at the fleecy, white clouds floating overhead, and soon he is riding on top of them. The rude moo of a cow, close by brings him back to reality. Regretfully he realizes that he must be about his chores. He trudges home amid the exhilarat¬ ing smells of spring, the taunt¬ ing cries of the wild animals, and the teasing whisper of the winds over his head. - Hilda Friesen LITERARY