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

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• • • REMEMBER WHEN Roger got mad and went home during classtime? We found out about the school spirit? (double meaning) Miss Reimer froze her foot because she was in watching the hockey game? We had a musical Science class? Henry R. was tied to the post? A 30ck came down into our classroom? Mr. Klassen mistook Raynold lor an R.C.M.P Miss Reimer threatened to punch Raynold on The Room 3 class ate half a gallon of ice-cream after a big turkey supper at their Christmas social? Miss Reimer came charging onto the soccer field, trying to check Roger down, but found it not so easy and fell down hersej-f? Miss Thiessen got new boots? Mr. Klassen came charging into our•classroom to ask for the syringe ? Ron P. ripped 1 his pants at the soccer game at Morweena? The bottom fell out of Raynold ' s desk? Miss Reimer couldn ' t get Raynold to move to the front seat? Mr. Klassen saw the inverted waterfall in his class? C ' .F. got a free ride when the toilet was tipped? Raynold delivered his Allis-Chalmers speech? Miss Reimer handed out chewing gum just before the test? Roger nearly knocked his head off on the overhead register? Rodney drank a cup of tomato juice with an empty pen? The Room 3 class went on a spree one Friday afternoon to see a film in Riverton? CAN YOU IMAGINE . . . Our classroom with the right temperature? Donald wearing his hair short? Miss Reimer not changing the time-table every few days? Marlene coming to school with a frown on her face? Mr. Klassen wearing a beard? The bus arriving on time? Teddy not wearing blue jeans? Flora wearing the same clothes for more than one day at a time? Miss Thiessen wearing pigtails? Raynold not eating sunflower seeds during classtime? Miss Reimer blushing? Roger not clowning during classtime? 40

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Left to right, standing: Henry Reimer, Louella Thiessen, JNIorman Piet t, Donald Plett; sitting: Flora Plett, Roger Plett, Urla Barkman SPORTS REPORT The ' 69- ' 70 school year has been very successful as far as sports are concerned. In the fall we started off playing softball. As time went on, we had to quit this sport because of the snow and colder weather. Then we turned our attention to building a rink, which we finally accomplished. The boys played hockey and the girls had an occasional recess for skating. However, since the rink was too crowded, we decided to draw up a schedule. The Grades 1-5 used the rink on Tuesdays and Thursdays, while the Grades 6-10 had Monday, Wednesday, and Friday for hockey and skating. Soccer was played occasionally but with little enthusiasm. The highschool went to Morweena for a game of soccer. We lost 5-0 to the better team. In exchange for our visit, they came over to the community rink for a hockey game. We won 4-3 after 10 minutes of overtime. It was a close game. The Room 2 and 3 girls had a running- walking contest. Their aim was to see who could cover the greatest number of miles in eight days. Louella Thiessen was the winner making 37 miles. Good for you, Louella! With all the exercises and sports we have enjoyed so far, we realize that there are still many more, for which we do not have equipment and facilities. . Smash tiff f. SPORTS Donald and Roger Plett Grade 9 39

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LITERARY HOW TO LIVE WITH A BROTHER TO live with a brother, you must have one essential characteristic - a sponge-like patience. 1 lack in part or in whole of this desperately needed quality. When my twelve-year-old brother and 1 start an argument at bed-time, it usually lasts until either Mom or Dad is hoarse from yelling at us and the worst part of it is that he usually has the last word which isn ' t good-night either. This is where your patience, or self-control, comes in. You let out one word and the argument is off to another good start, lasting until the Cinderella hour. My brother feels that, to make up for the difference in size between the two of us, he has to surpass me in some area of sports or work. He brags about how he nailed the tin can lid nine times out of ten with the air gun. Naturally, i won ' t hear of it. we go into the basement, set up a stinking peanut butter can lid, and start potting away. My brother hits it seven times out of ten, and 1 come out of it with a shameful three out of ten. He feels as smug as a cat with a mouse, and we can feel the invisible sparks flying between us. What can you do? You wait until you ' re alone, pick a target, and hit it nine times out of ten. Then you go and brag to your brother about it. He won ' t believe it, of course, until he tries and does it himself. My brother is no fanatic about work, l may have a beam in my eye, but I ' m too lazy to extract it. When there is work to do, he feigns tiredness, but as soon as the threat of work passes over, so does the fatigue. He feels good enough to walk a mile for half an hour of skating. There ' s only one thing to do - wait until they ' re fifteen. Kodney Dueck Grade 10 AUTUMN Oh, the beauty of the woodlands, With their hue so brilliant! That a God so wise and pow ' rful bhouid think man so significant, To paint some trees a crimson red, borne bushes sunshine yellow, while others keep their maiden green Until they hear the Northwind bellow! All this 1 do not know. But when the summers change to autumn And the trees are all aglow, Then l know the paints of God Have once more made a show. flora Blett Grade 3 41