Steinbach Collegiate Institute - Black and Gold Yearbook (Steinbach, Manitoba Canada)

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Last Year’s Graduates Back row: Mervin Brandt, Henry Esau, Abe Goertzen, Glenn Kiassen, Waiter Hiebert, Clarence ivian- tie, Ernest Dusck, James Penner, George Rieger, David Peters, Ernie Peters, Jakie Epp, Walte r Thiessen, Travis Reimer, Helmut Friesen, Myron Smuk. Front row: Hildegarde Enns, Marian Brandt, Eva Koop, Lois Peters, Elsie Wedel, Lorraine Regier, Elfrieda Engbrecht, Patsy Mueller, Helen Fast, Wilma Regehr. Mervin Brandt . University of Manitoba Henry Esau . Teachers’ Training College Abe Goertzen . Teachers’ Training College Glenn Kiassen . University of Manitoba Walter Hiebert On Father’s Farm Clarence Mantie . With the Royal Bank Ernest Dueck Teachers’ Training College James Penner . Briercrest Bible Institute George Rieger . Briercrest Bible Institute David Peters Working and taking Chartered Accountancy Ernie Peters Working for Reimer Express in Winnipeg Jakie Epp . At Loewen’s Garage Walter Thiessen At Loewen’s Body Shop Travis Reimer Briercrest Bible Institute Helmut Friesen At Alf’s Radio and Electric Myron Smuk . Teachers’ Training College Hildegarde Enns Office, Penner Tire and Rubber, Winnipeg Marian Brandt Teachers’ Training College Eva Koop . At Penner Motors Lois Peters . Grace Bible Institute, Omaha Elsie Wedel Teachers’ Training College Lorraine Regier Teachers’ Training College Elfrieda Engbrecht St. Boniface Hospital Patsy Mueller . University of Manitoba Helen Fast . Teachers’ Training College Wilma Regehr St. Boniface Hospital PAGE FORTY-ONE

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27 Elizabeth Harder Being our class Rosa Bon- heur, Elizabeth has a flare for drawing animals. Near the top on her favourite ladder are His¬ tory, Art and a “powerful laugh” now and then. 28 Elizabeth Harms Our Grade IX is a little League of Nations and our Ger¬ man delegate ' is “Liz.” At times Liz may be found very studious but at other times . . .? Her ambition is to grow no taller and to finish high school. 29 Alvin Fender Friedensfeld has ' its repre¬ sentative in our school in Alvin Fender. Alvin usually has a smile on his face, especially during Algebra, which is his favourite subject. His ambition is to become a professional hockey player. 24 Evelyn Rosenfeld Evelyn is one of those lucky ones who gets a ride tp school every day. She comes from Friedensfeld. Her hobbies are doing homework, skating and watching hockey games. She claims that she takes her work “seriously.” “Evie” is seldom seen without June. 25 Doreen Saskosky This describes her: “Five- foot-two, eyes of blue.” Doreen believes in the fact, “little chil¬ dren should be seen rather than heard.” She enjoys playing piano. You’ll see her with Fran quite often. 26 Donald Unger This lad is one of our brush- cut fans. Hockey and curling are his hobbies. He is very quiet and studious. His ambition is to study engineering. 27 Rose Thiessen Rose is the “baby” of our class but you’d never know ‘it. She has no trouble loving her immediate classroom neigh¬ bours. She sleeps through Ger¬ man periods and laughs through health. Her ambition is to be¬ come a nurse. 30 Linda Hiebert Though Linda may seem shy at first, this impression soon vanishes. Her favourite subject is History. Linda is a natural with the camera. Her main out- of-school interests are skating and reading. rence is a good, solid fellow. 31 Orlando Hiebert Orlando, our tall man, usually has his mind in matters other than school work. He loves His¬ tory, which seems to please the teacher. His ambition is to be a rancher ' in Arizona. 32 Carol Hill Some day you may be served chicken dinner in the clouds by prim little Carol. Her ambition is to travel through the air in her role of stewardess. High marks come to Carol because she is not afraid to work. Grade Nine I Continued from page 37 28 Katherine Unger Qu ' iet and studious is this lovable girl, with a mischievous sparkle in her eye. Kathy has an “Oh Shund” for the tricky Maths problem which she usual¬ ly struggles through success¬ fully. Her chums are Mary and Doris. 29 Rudy Warkentin This clever, handsome chap who knows all the answers, sits near the middle of the room directly in the teacher’s path. He always has his homework done but when does he do it? Science and History are his best subjects. Ambition: engineering. 30 Shirley Warkentin She is a brunette with brown eyes. Shirley surprises us with her good marks ' in Maths and Art. Her friendly disposition is pleasing to all. She enjoys base¬ ball and skating. 33 Norah Hill This ardent student comes to us from the ski hills of Mar- chand. Norah l ' ikes Art and Al¬ gebra, but this does not keep her from giving in return what the boys in her vicinity treat her to. 34 Betty Hudson No wonder Betty looks for¬ ward to art periods. She intends to practise her artful abilities on ladies’ hair styles. Quiet Betty thinks a good education is a necessity for girls now¬ adays. 35 Claus Hulseman Claus, or Henry as he is call¬ ed at school, moved here from Saskatchewan. He seems to be enjoying Steinbach. Playing hockey and rugby is what he really likes. When in the mood, he can make high marks. 31 Henry Wedel “Ichabod” is the tallest, most lanky fellow in our class. He is our sports car enthusiast. Henry enjoys all sports and Algebra. Electronics is right up his alley. His future ambition is unknown. 32 Betty Wiebe “Betsy” is a small dark¬ haired lass who sits in the back of the room. She is quite often heard. Rose is a close friend of hers, but they sit far apart for some unknown reason. Algebra and watching hockey are her “favourites.” 33 Helen Wiebe Helen, who is generally in high spirits, is the tallest girl in Grade IX. She ' is the only member of the class who is an Elvis Presley fan. Her future ambition is to become a nurse— a very pretty one. 34 Werner Friesen He came to us from Winkler in time for the first term exams His favourite sport is basket¬ ball. Reading and listening to the radio are his pastimes. He “hits the top” with Science and Maths. At present he resides in Friedensfeld. PAGE FORTY

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Moods One day My soul soars high above the clouds, And flies to ecstasy unknown; My heart is light among the crowds, And sings of joyfulness I own; Each person adds a ray of love That seems to shine down from above; My happiness is so complete That humbly I bow at His feet. Today Life is worth living; is it not? One day My soul sinks low into despair And sorrow lights my lonesome way; My heart is filled with grief and care As on I trudge from day to day; Attempt Long, long had I thought of iambic And anapestic too, It seemed as if trochaic Feet wouldn’t even do. There still remained the dactyl, With which to make a rhyme; And so I racked my brain until I thought it was a crime. Each song I sing brings heaviness, Each word I say leaves emptiness, Till I beneath life’s burdens lie; This broken bird no more can fly. This day Is life worth living? Can I say? Each day Should be a day that’s filled with joys, Where love and happiness prevail, Where grief and sorrows are our toys, And sin can not prevail; A day, when by our work and deed Some other to the light we lead. May we tread on the narrow road Where God can ease our heavy load. Edna Unger, XII at Poetry To have good style, I thought, I must have figures of speech, Similes, metaphors—a lot Of these—my messages will teach. Apostrophe, metonomy, Perhaps synechdoche? And still I could not see What even now I’d say. What kind of poem should I write? A ballad, sonnet, lyric? Or should I take a dreamy flight, In free verse be poetic? The Little He tried to help his Daddy Build a big new sleigh, But when he missed the nail His Dad sent him away. He tried to help his Mother To bake a fluffy cake, But he dropped the eggs and spilt the cream, And was sent to his brother Jake. Until at last in blank despair, I almost uttered curses, But breathing up a wordless prayer Said, “Don’t make me write verses! Helen Wedel, XII Helper He tried to help his brother Hitch Nellie to the cart, But he twisted the traces and broke the braces So he was sent to the park. He’s wandering all alone now, Just kicking at the snow, And wondering why grown-up folks Misunderstand him so. Margaret Baldwin, XII PAGE FORTY-TWO