St Albert School - Aurora Yearbook (St Albert, Alberta Canada)

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ALBERTA, A A PLACE FOR EVERYONE There are many reasons why I think Alberta is a fine place to live. Alberta a young province, is for the young,since it is not overpopulated nor set in its ways. Still in its adolescence, Alberta is the place for the husky pioneer farm¬ er and the budding industrialist. From the rolling southern foothills to the plains of the Peace River country there are wide-open spaces and fresh, clean air untainted by the smokestacks of factories and industrial plants. Field after field of rich, ripening golden grain, gently swaying in waves be fore the caressing breezes,unfold before one’s eyes as one travels through the farming regions, and one ' s throat closes in an instant of emotion as he gazes at the wonder of new life in the gently- moving herds of cattle, with their new¬ born young, placidly cropping the grass on a fresh spring morning when all of nature is bursting into bloom. In all their majesty, the lofty peaks of the Rockies beckon many a vaca¬ tioner year after year to that paradise on earth. Emerald and azure lakes twinkle like jewels in hidden valleys among their multi-colored snow-capped sentinels, and the torrential falls hus¬ tle into canyons with boiling foam and stinging spray. Possessing great natural beauty, Alberta has also new industries, and un¬ tapped mineral wealth. Oil and natural gas flow steadily from the wells of Le- duc and Redwater, bringing cheap fuel to home and factory. Chemical fertilizers, a great boon to the farmer, are produced at Raymond, where also is processed the sugar found on our tables. As compared to the peace of the farm and the hinterland, the cities and towns are bustling and busy, filled with energetic people who want to make some¬ thing of themselves. It is the people who make the country and Alberta, with ambition and foresight at its head, will make something of itself. Claire Leonard - XII GLOWING MORNING The first morning! There we were, huddled in the cramped quarters of that little boat, counting the minutes, wait¬ ing and looking toward the East from where the ducks would be coming. We spied a faint light in the sky. Ah,soon they would be flying about us, swooping and climbing, ever trying to reach their goal! Again I looked to the East and was stunned by the glow that had been produced in those few short seconds . From a faint yellow, it changed from hue to hue—yellow, gold, orange, red, scar¬ let—ever bordered by semicircles of purple and blue. Finally, when I thought the whole eastern sky a mass of flame the sun, in all its blazing,golden glory pushed its head above the horizon, fill¬ ing me with a raDturous feeling. 0 why don’t we get up every morning to survey this matchless beauty? To me, that crash¬ ing finale was but an anticlimax to the intensive colour panorama that had been unfolded to us that morning. Harold Cuts - XI ROCK’N ROLL All you hear is rock ' n roll all day With Elvis, Pat, and Doris Day, But very soon it will all fade away To come again some oth«r day. Now Elvis is an army man of U.S.A. There are left only Pat and Dor is Day, But when Elvis comes back from afar, He ' ll strum again on his guitar. And then when Flvis gets too old, He won ' t be able to rattle and roll, And when he tries to sing Too Much , He ' ll find he ' s lost the Golden Touch. Then when Elvis has passed away, Some other will have a glorious day, To sport around with many greenbacks, And sing of Elvis and his Cadillacs. Gordon Gunn - VII - 1958

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I H E NEW TOWN OF ST. ALBERT DUCK SEASON The Town was simply in a mess Till 0. K. came and gave it a test, They brought in Cats and buckets galore, And now some hills are steep no more. The first day for shooting ducks, There was a joyous yell; The hunters sought their luck, A-waiting in the dell. They tore up sidewalks to lay the new, They dug up streets and paved them too; Now that the mud is covered up, The Town is really looking up. Joyce Mitchell - X A SPACE Ducks came in very large flocks, The beat of their wings was sad; And, mingled with piercing squawks The shot-gun blasts went mad. Jimmy Akins - XI A 0 HARVEST moon Very high and deeply set Among mysterious scenes, Space—a baffling question yet, We ' ll reach some day, it seems. 0 Harvest Moon, with your brilliant gleam, Please throw your rays upon this stream; And if you wish it, you may play Among the odorous stacks of hay. With many problems still in mind, Our time, then, we must bide, Before we prove the facts we find, The se crets Nature hides. George Fraser - X B m SUMMERTIME You make the harvest night so bright When you shine with all your might. 0 Harvest Moon, I love you so, And I never want to let you go. Jeannette McDonald - X B ST. alberi SCHOOL Summertime gives us the best of days When the sun pours down hot, blazing rays The flowers all seem to smell so sweet, And birds sing joyous songs: Tweet! Tweet! The peaceful, evenings are calm and cool And frogs sing merrily in the pool. Then stars all twinkle and shine so bright To bring the dusk to a perfect night. Harold Hesse - XI B 0 is for SCHOOL where a smart person goes, T is for TEACHERS from whom knowledge flows, A is for life AFTER which God only knows. L is for LIVING each day one by one. B is for BRAIN work as each subject ' s done. E is for EARNED—the marks we have made. R for RETURN if e ' er you have strayed. T for the TIME in school left to spend. ST. ALBERT! the place where our school days will end. Bob Chartrand - XII