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

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THE LEAF A sheet of skins so light and thin, And through it run the veins of Life. It is so thin and yet it is The life of every tree you see. Its outer skin is all I see Its inside life amazes me, Its veins are highways through the leaf, But also hold it up to feel the sun. The bottom side of every leaf Has nostrils scattered through the skin Through which is sucked the breath of life And then it flows to every cell That ' s found upon the planet ' s crust. - Levi Dueck THE CREATION OF MANKIND It is believed by all Jewish, Christian, and Moslem religions that Adam and Eve were the first man and woman of the human race. As Christians, we not only bel¬ ieve this but- know it as a Bible truth and therefore do not even question it. In the Jewish Rablinical lore Adam was originally a gigantic being reaching from earth to heaven. God put Adam into a deep sleep and removed a portion from every limb. Thus Adam lost his Vast stature and acquired a help meet. Eve. According to Medieval Jewish lore, Adam ' s first wife deserted him after a quarrel. In another version Adam and Eve ' s happiness caused envy among the angels and the seraph, Sammael tempted them to their fall. Moslems believe all angels ex¬ cept Ebbis paid Lomage to Adam . For his refusal Ebbis was expel¬ led from Paradise and in his re¬ venge tempted Adam and Eve. To many modern scientists and geologists the creation of man is regarded as a myth. They be¬ lieve that the Scriptures ' pur¬ pose is to teach and inspire re¬ ligion and any reference to sce- ience must be regarded as inci- dented or literary”, and should be judged with references to the state of leaving , language and idiom, of the people in Biblical times. How very fortunate we are as, Christians that God has given us the grace to understand His Word without having to change Its true meaning. - Marlene Kornelson 15

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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

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A DAY AT MORWEENA HIGH In the morning we arrive at school loaded with school books, lunch kits, etc. Most of the pu¬ pils just stand around talking, till nine o’clock, when the bell rings for school to begin. We first have chapel in which we sing a few rousing songs, and then the teacher reacts from Our Daily Bread and a section of the Bible to the class. Chapel usually lasts for about twenty minutes. our most interesting subject, History. Of course we don ' t have these subjects in this order every day. We have quite a wide schedule. This provides va¬ riety and prevents boredom. Lunch is readily disposed of at twelve, and then we have re¬ cess till one o ' clock. Our first subjects in the afternoon are Geography and Science. These two subjects can be very interesting too, especially Science. Next we have Maths which con¬ sists of either Geometry or Al¬ gebra. This period lasts about an hour, so of course every one is glad to go outside for a lively game of soccor or snow¬ ball or stay inside to play ten¬ nis. Then we have last recess and after that our last subject, which is German. In German per¬ iods, we either practice oral reading, or have German grammer. When school is finally dis¬ missed everyone is glad to go home to--an evening of homework. I know a good way to get home¬ work done. Spread out your books and decide which subject to con¬ quer first. You decide on that unbearable History essay because it has to be handed i n the next day. Trying to concentrate on ' William Pitt and Cabinet Govern¬ ment is much harder than you im¬ agined. Firstly write down the main points. Oh, you notice you need another research book for the sub - topics. You leave the room t o get one but not finding the one you want you return with a story book. Read two chapters then work on the essay again. The sub-topics go down next but where do you find them? You think for a few minutes then give up and t a k e up the story book again. An hour later you are finished with the story book—but not the essay. Now its too late to fin¬ ish it. After all homework can wait but story books can ' t. - Mary Ann Dueck 16