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

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In a more serious vein. Nuclear weapons should be abolished. The de¬ structive power of these weapons is a potential threat to the entire human race. Capable of devastating the entire earth within a period of a few hours, it is too large a responsibility for any one country to retain a supply of nuclear arms. Maintenance and testing of nuclear weapons has proven in the past to be an immense expenditure to the countries involved in the arms race. Should the plebeians of these countries thus be compelled to support mometarily the very thing that could mean their destruction? The very existence of nuclear weapons in a country gives rise to agitation among the inhabitants of that country, as well as among those of neighboring countries. Since these are the truths involved, the only unbiased meas¬ ure that nuclear nations can appropriate is to abolish nuclear weapons once and for all. Eugene Wiebe Mrs. Goose Has Hstiht afU ' r breakfast a «- Goutte thought of mi wanted to do. II have a party,” she thought. j kjn Jk Filh ave it today. day for a p arty 5 % day I hake pi es |||gy at four o’clock. ; Mfl ’ ■ Hen, Mrs. Squi rr(;) e Thr Tw «- X Mr it wh» »fU r u,,, ‘ • Oh. me ' . Oh. •The morning l must hurry, A»y house het 0T « v Mrs. Goomt She worked anrt % There V’ she a My three sm H 8 s can be. Now , l will hake aome ' Everyone Tell us a story. Mr. Blecher must have spotted traces of tears in the boy ' s eyes for he knelt down beside him and put his hand on Benjy ' s shoulder. He told him a story of the time when he was a little boy and then he told Benjy how proud he was of him. Mr. Blecher did not accept the money. He said he could manage to pay for an old window, (even though it was fairly new. ) Often after that you could see Mr. Blecher watching the boys play ball. As for the win¬ dow, a new screen was placed over it to protect it against anymore home runs and everyone was a lot happier and wiser, especially little Benjy. Leona Tiffenbach

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ACTIVITIES One student writes: . . School is a place where I can learn to get along with my class¬ mates. I can get acquainted with others and learn to share problems. To show what I mean I will illustrate it this way. I may have trouble with grammar and my friend with maths. I go to him for the help I need and he helps me with my problems. In doing this I can learn the process of Mathematics better and at the same time also to share problems with others. Jake Harder Another describes BABYSITTING : .By seven o’clock I found myself settled for the evening. Having checked the baby and introduced the youngsters, I got underway. Before half the evening was over I had firmly resolved never to become a kindergarten teacher. I was dizzy with the doll-carriage route from the bedroom, down the hall, through the kitchen, into the living room, and back again to the bedroom where the carriage- pushers exchanged. I chaperoned every trip to prevent collisions, settle arguments and negotiate turns. Never had I considered myself adept in ceramics but after molding numerous houses, horses, cookies and pigs, from plasticene my skill was rapidly improving. I was also quite nimble at climbing the ladder to the bunk bed and could have told in my sleep the stories of Little Black Sambo, and Little Red Riding Hood; not to mention the refresher course I took in changing diapers and soothing a colicky baby. My feet ached; my head spun. I viewed with an exasperated eye the pouting mouths plastered with the soggy remains of chocolate cookies. My ear was constantly tuned to the deliberate tick of the range-clock. Ten-fifteen, ten- twenty, ten-twenty-five, ten-thirty--they should arrive shortly. With a lagging step I began to tidy up. The plasticene had to be scraped from the table and floor, squandered food thrown away, teddies and dolls lined up in their respective plapes, bed clothes straightened out and doll-house furniture collected. There was a step outside. With a smile of relief I welcomed the four doting parents. Having re¬ ceived my wages and having assured them with all the optimism I could muster that their off-spring had given me no trouble, I proceeded to button the twelve little buttons on my brother ' s coat. My hand was on the door. I paused, Should you ever need a community baby-sitter you will know whom to contact. With laughter and thank-you ringing in my ears I trudged out. The grin ac¬ companying my parting comment and taken my last ounce of strength.

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A student reflects: It had started to rain overnight and many small puddles were already seen on our driveway. Birds were huddled under the leaves of a tree, looking just as un¬ happy as I did. In the distance, I heard the honk of a car but soon everything was quiet again. The flowers outside were drooping from the rain and didn ' t look as bright as they usually did. Quietly I climbed back into bed to fall asleep and forget about the rainy day. - Betty Doerksen Commenting on a world of color: At the approach of evening the scorch¬ ing wind dies down to a cool whisper and that brazen ball of fire sinks slowly into the west. First there is only a tinge of pink searing the silver edges of the clouds, but then, as the sun descends closer and closer to the vivid horizon, there is a violent explosion, darting spears of colors in all directions. Twilight draws the cur¬ tain on this splendid scene. In the east the moon, accompanied by its legion of stars, begins leading its way across the sky and peace pervades over all. - Reg Friesen Living vividly: Sweeping down the swiftly flowing river, we gazed completely enraptured at our surroundings. Monstrous poplars, oaks, and jack pines loomed over us. Animals, the like of which we had never seen before, calmly ambled along the banks, unheedful of our silent canoes. Upon reaching the river ' s end, we stood on the shore and stared at the vast sea of water, so vast that we could not see the other shore; so vast, indeed, did it appear that we thought, Surely this is an ocean. There we stood, as if in a trance, gazing for hours, it seemed, over the huge waves as they tumbled and rolled in. As dusk fell, we concluded that never again in our lives would we behold such an awesome sight as that. A Boy! She rushed to the washroom where she could try her new per¬ fume. She had found it in her coat pocket and had not been able to locate the giver. As soon as she was in the washroom, she opened the bottle. The most beautiful smell evaded the air. It was diesel fuel. - Helen Harder - Marie Rudd