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

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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

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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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A Calm Night As my friend and I step out of our cabin door and on to the path which winds its way down to the river, we enter a dark wonderland. How calm is the night! Not a word is spoken. Only the rippling of the water from the river before us, only the hoot¬ ing of the owl in the woods behind us, and only the music of the stars above us can be heard as we stand in awe. Looking towards the river, we see it lie before us, as a black ribbon slowly winding its way down to the ocean. The water mur¬ murs as it flows downstream, “gliding at its own sweet will.” In the distance we hear the water gently tumbling over the rocky falls. In the moonlight a silver gleam rises from the water and is gone with a splash. Just a fish taking his evening exercise! Above the rippling of the water we hear the mournful call of the loon, which is guarding his home. To complete the scene the frogs begin their habitual chanting as they sway to and fro on the lily pads. Turning around, we are confronted by the mysteries of the dark lonesome forest. Are the woods whispering? We hear a gentle breeze ruffle the leaves as they slumber on. The undergrowth is waving to and fro like the tide which rises and again recedes. There is nothing to disturb the rhythm of the plants, peeking through the moss covered floor of the forest. From the distant hills comes the cry of a coyote, hunting his prey. Above us perched on the limb of an aged United Nations Delegates: Arnold Reimer, Marjorie Steel Lectures were begun the day after arriving at the University, the main speaker being Dr. Dorothy Codings. Dr. Codings is directly connected with the United Nations, espe¬ cially with the work of Unesco. For some time she was in Paris, France, and later on in Cairo, Egypt. She is now an Education Liai¬ son Officer of the Department of Public In¬ formation of the U.N. Headquarters Staff. oak tree, an owl sits, peering into the depth of the forest in search of food. The sweet cad of the whippoorwill re-echoes through the forest glades, bringing back to us memories of long ago as we thoughtfully stand in the still of the night. As we turn our faces toward the heavens a balmy breeze greets us. The stars smile down upon us as they sing a peaceful lullaby. The moon goddess rides across the dark heavens, casting a magic sped over the silent earth while the stars form a pathway for her gleaming chariot. Suddenly a meteor flashes across the sky! It glows and is gone. Occa¬ sionally fluffy white clouds playfully dance across the path of the moon. In the northern skies the intermingling colours of the aurora borealis are visible. The honking of wild geese is audible as they once again prepare for their migration to the south. A wedge shaped shadow crosses the face of the moon, leaving ad at rest once again. As we turn back to our lonely log cabin, we humbly thank our Creator for the beauty and peace of such a calm night. Long after this, these memories will linger. How can we ever forget! The forest, the river, and the heavens have joined to create one harmoni¬ ous scene, which leaves us entranced. Not until one has seen a truly calm night and pondered over it, can one comprehend the true meaning of peace. Margaret Reimer, XI Seminar Report Dr. Codings spoke to us on many interesting topics, among them being Middle East Prob¬ lems, UNESCO and Ghana. Her talks on the Middle East were especially interesting be¬ cause she had been close to the problem while working in Egypt. Other speakers at the Seminar were Dr. M. R. Elliot, Mr. F. W. Hamilton, Dr. Paul Forst- ner and C. F. Greene. Continued on page 54 PAGE FORTY-THREE