Niverville High School - High Lights Yearbook (Niverville, Manitoba Canada)

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STUDENT COUNCIL Standing: Aaron Redekop, Jacob Peters, Alvin Wiebe. Sitting: Evelyn Wohlgemut, Lorna hultz (president), Esther Rempel (secretary). Staff adviser: Mr. Pries. YEARBOOK COMMITTEE Roberta Condon, Helene Kliever, Roselyn Hiebert (editor), Irmgard Braun (secretary), Elvin Enns. Staff adviser: Mr. Reimer, Page 27

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LITERARY WAITING One hectic shopping day I arranged to meet a friend in a downtown department store. This friend, not being of the hurrying type, was, as usual, quite late. I “parked” myself in the hat section and prepared for a long, boring wait. The wait, however, was not as dull as I had anticipated. On the counter in the midst of a heaping collection of that female attire, called “the hat” stood a large sign. On it was spelled the word “Sale” in bold letters which seemed to attract the attention of the ladies most successfully. I had not stood there long when the news had spread and the women swarmed about the counter. Each grabbed a hat and soon that area was so blotched with colorful hats waving about that my strained eyes began to water. Through this watery pool of color one certain blotch caught my eye. It was of that livid hue which has always made me break out in goose pimples. I shuddered and felt my skin tingle. To get a better view I wiped my eyes. The hat was rather large and likewise the lady underneath it. It had the shape of an umbrella with a huge upturned brim. In this oversized brim rested a cluster of limp, exhausted roses, the color of which was at war with the color of the hat itself. The lady, however, seemed to be much pleased with what she saw in the small mirror. A few adjustments were made to determine which position would be the most effective. Suddenly she gave her likeness in the mirror a toothy smile and nodded. This gesture I presumed, meant thait that angle was the most attractive. The nod was a little too vigorous and the hat slid into a cocked position. Ah, that was even more becoming! She looked around to receive the complimenting smiles from the other ladies but found herself deserted. After another admiring glance into the mirror she paid the cashier and said she would like to wear it right away. As she walked out, the hat balanced uncertainly on her head, with the price tag still hanging down the side. My friend whom I had been waiting for, met her at the door. She gaped at the spectacle and cautiously left a considerable distance between them for fear of stirring up a breeze which would inevitably set the hat off kilter. Waiting hadn’t been so tiresome after all. —Helene Kliever, Gr. XI. AN EXPERIENCE AS A SALESMAN A few years ago I held the position of a door-to-door brush peddler. During my campaign I saw many strange pets. They ranged in size from the tiny shrew to the enormous mountain lion. I met the latter on the south side of town. Although the lion was in his cage, the very sight of him made my hair bristle. I also met many house pets, especially dogs, some of which were friendly, others were unpredictable, while still others were vicious. Thinking about dogs reminds me of an unpleasant encounter I had with a huge mastiff. I will now relate this incident to you. I rapidly approached the large mansion which loomed up directly ahead of me. Upon the veranda I could vaguely discern the outline of a large dog. Drawing closer to the house, I could clearly distinguish a huge mastiff. Upon seeing this beast I felt my heart miss a few beats. My eyes became glazed as I stared in horror upon the dreadful animal. For several moments I stood there, transfixed by the shocking sight. The mastiff rose and curled up his ugly upper lip, thus revealing a row of gleaming teeth. His throat quavered and he let out a ferocious snarl. My throbbing heart now beat faster and faster. Suddenly I got the courage to run but I did not run very far for the immense mastiff caught me by the seat of my trousers and a stabbing pain shot through my body. I wheeled about and crashed my heavily loaded suitcase upon the brute’s head. He fell down into a bulky heap and lay motionless for some time. Presuming that the oversized quadruped was dead, I went to the door to report the fatality. While I was standing at the door the mastiff rose and slunk back onto the veranda. Here he lay down in a secluded comer and sullenly eyed me with his blood-shot eyes. —Johnny Giesbrecht, Gr. X Page 26

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LITERARY COMMITTEE Malcolm Enns, Raymond Wiebe, Madeline Steingart, Mavis Podjan (convener), Edwin Podjan. Staff adviser: Mr. Stoesz. Literary Report The first project that the Literary Committee undertook was the organization of a literary evening held on November 20. Featured in this event was a skit, piano selections, an accordion selection, poems, the reading of essays and paragraphs written by the students, a quiz with the audience participating, an experiment, and a monologue. The feature attraction was the Kleefeld Choir which sang two selections. The evening was closed with a few remarks by our principal, Mr. Reimer, followed by the serving of coffee and doughnuts. The second project was an Easter programme held on April 14, in which the Easter story was portrayed in narration,, picture, and songs under the direction of Mr. Stoesz. All those who attended this were greatly stirred as the story of Jesus’ suffering was unfolded. Both evenings turned out to be a great success and we hope that such programmes will continue to be so in the future. —Mavis Podjan Page 28