Sir Winston Churchill High School - Yearbook (Calgary, Canada Alberta)

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li li 0 I i il xl 0: ii H Qi li 'll SCA LING DO WN THE MONETAR Y SYS TEM Today our country faces many problems. We suffer from the burden of unemployment, the scourge of cancer, the villany of provincial exams. However pressing these issues are, they pale in comparison to the greatest dilemma we find ourselves in. We need a new monetary system and we need it now! Not wanting a new system is one thing,' suggesting one is another. Therefore, I have put my money where my mouth is and have come up with a new system. Fish, that is what we should base our currency on. Now you may say that my idea is stupid, but hear me out. A financial system based uponjish is no more ridiculous than one based upon a shiny metal extracted from rock. With the Hsh system you have some protection in emergencies. lf you were trapped in a lift, you can imagine how long you could survive eating nickles and dimes? The fish system is very easily and logically defined. One minnow would represent lf,' one white fish, a dollar. A dolphin would be 51000 while a whale would be 51 000 000. The implementation of the fish standard would provide many advantages to our society. Large amounts of salt would be poured into the Great Lakes. As well as being Canada 's answer to Fort Knox, the salinization would do three things: it would serve as a buffer against acid rain, it would keep the Great Lakes ice- free all year round,' and it would create an oceanside in northern Ontario, attracting tourist dollars. Furthermore, with the various whales being herded into the Great Lakes the Japanese and Soviet whaling fleets could not reach them. A final advantage to the fish standard is perhaps the most obvious one, the government could not bar to pressure and in- crease the money supply beyond ts natural limits lyou can't print more whalesj. It would not be fair to say that this system is without its critics. Concerns about what would be used as a scale with the fish standard and the fact that so many fins might corner the market have been raised. The only really valid criticism of the system however is, with the fish standard system it is necessary to use an aquarium as a wallet. llll Chris Parker eel ADOLESCENCE Confusion in my worldprevails Aspects of my mind locked in separate jails Like a waterfall tumbling down Problems of lde continue to pound In my present state ofconfuslon All lyfe Isee is illusion Day by day my lU'e goes by 1 often stop to wonder why I must cope like others of past Continuing to grow up fast So man y pressures from outside With these I must conform ana' abide Will ide left at nature s pace Long surpass the human race? Rachel Troine Halliday t r O 33 0 I OQQ ,999 4? QQ QQO 0 .0 ,O Q3 H964 C- -:S-gag 2 ', -r' 'Q' sg - , 9. ,J3 1 0 a sg I v .' 9 X ' i .- 4 Y 123' 'pri l N f N' U Q l i J ,U in rr nl 1 at a Q . , 1 M Homeroom: l0G V A

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Did not! ' 'Did so! Did not! Did so! Now the strange thing about car fever is that it affects everyone in a dyferent way. Unlike the zombie-like appearance of Mom, Dad took on the appearance of a frenzied, panic-stricken maniac. We knew car fever had overtaken him when he snatched the coloring books and puzzles and hastily threw them out the window. As the epidemic swept over the back seat, I was the only one able to ight it off Even our Saint Bernard started to reveal symptoms. As he started barking quietly, I listened closely and was shocked to learn that he was actually meo wing. It wasn 't until then that I realized our Saint Bernard was acutally a Siamese cat. I revealed this information to the rest of the family. Of course their case of car fever was so severe, they failed to see my astute observation, hallucination being one of the many symptoms of car fever. Naturally I started doing my imitation of our Siamese cat. The rest of the family retaliated by doing their imitation of four people locked in a car with a crazed lunatic. Luckily, we arrived at our grandparent's house soon after. Bet you all had a good case of car fever, said Grandpa. Oh, we had a great time, said Dad, Marg and 1 looked at the scenery and the kids entertained us by singing 'Hundred Bottles of Be . . . Be . . . by singing a song. By: L English 30 xitf F59-I -,5?t'gx A I emi., l

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mf I I Ig, K I . . fx I A , Ay FOR WHONI THE BELL TOLLS Perchance he for whom this school bell tolls, may be so ill, that he may be unable to see his physical state, and he will henceforth rush from these chambers of learning, these hallowed halls, and proceed to light with obvious relish fwhich action deserves only my most profound pityj that weapon of death, commonly referred to as the cigarette. What vile manner of pleasure is this that causes the very air in my throat to stick like my Grandmother's porridgeg the very cherished blue of the heaven 's to become clogged and sluggish like an inclustrial dawn? The effect would be the same to locate 0neseU' in the centerofa burning room and inhale deeply the smoke! The rotted teeth, the yellowing fingers, the hoarse choke for a laughg all these are the results seemingly so desperately desired that, for them, one is willing to suck on a burning stick. A moment of pleasure today, a lifetime of suffering later. That noble institution, the school, which is dedicated to the education and in- struction of eager minds, is subjected to and defaced by smoldering butts scattered near her sacred walls. It tears at my heart to be a witness to this sacrilege. Man hath af- fliction enough without the begging of misery from the student outside the door, who insists on blowing smoke unto the countenance of those who pass by. Nay, silence is not golden, clean air is. In contemplation, my fellow student, I must advise, do not bend thine ear in anticipation of that school bell, even though it means time for a beloved cigarette, rather, heed it well, for it may toll for thee in more ways than one. Becky Stewart JUSTLIKE YOU Looking back at the first day we met You went to play baseball I carried your bat You said, I like it, 1 said, me too! Wherever you went lfollowedyou. You wore your hat backwards, I did the same You told me to stop it But I couldn't change. To me you were perfect, no one could compare I tried to be like you, Same clothes and same hair. For weeks you ignored me, until yesterday I noticed you glancing, But I turned away. I've managed to find and accept who I am I don't need to copy I'vefound my ownfriends. Today you showed up, used actions like mine I didn 't get mad, I tried to be kind. You'llj7ndyourseM but until you do I won't get mad, Ifyou copy me too.' Kari Norrish