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

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•» «? VJ «ff » « t 9 1. Romeo’s paradise. 2. Don’t fence me in! 3. Oh that the broom were a man! 4. No homework. 5. My turn for the gum, Jean. 6. Please note: no leaves. 6.5 The O.M.C. 7. What have you bagged now? 8. First to hit a window wins a dollar. 9. I “wuv” you. 10. Granny came out for air. 11. Half a minute to go! 12. Let all your troubles be little ones. PAGE SIXTY

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The Best Things in Life I sincerely believe that the best things in life are free and I would agree with the say¬ ing, “Money isn’t everything.” Now I know there are a great many people who have a lot of faith in money and what it can buy, and I do not disagree with them entirely; but I said the “best things” in life are free. Take for example an old fashioned walk through the woods. You can smell the bloom¬ ing flowers and the sweet-scented pine trees in the spring. If you are looking for beauty, you need go no farther than the forest on a fine autumn day. The trees are covered with gaily colored red, yellow and gold leaves. When the gentle breeze scurries by, the leaves rise and fall and tumble over one another as they rustle over the black earth. If you are a music lover, you need only stand and listen to the thrilling songs of the birds. The robin can be heard twittering gaily as she builds her nest; the meadowlark is sing¬ ing haopily from a fence post; the killdeer’s shrill warning song is heard above. Now, if you are the type of person who enjoys those lazy Sunday afternoons in the warm sun, there is no need to buy a sun lamp. Why don’t you take a fishing trip? It will not cost you anything. All you need is a can of worms from your garden, a hook to catch the fish, a piece of strong twine from your pocket, and a sturdy branch from the near-by tree. Put these together and you have a fishing rod. Then relax against a tree and wait for the fish to bite. But did I hear you say you are getting hungry? Well, why not build a camp fire and have fresh fried fish for supper? Hm-m-m! I can taste them already, and what could be more fun and cost so little?! Not all people like these lazy days; some prefer days filled with thrills and excite¬ ment. Well, excitement and entertainment can be free for the taking. Just get your friends together, take a quick jaunt to the country and go for a hay ride. If you have never been for a hay ride, you don’t know what you have missed. The sweet smell of fresh cut hay and the gentle breeze tossing and tangling your hair makes you glad to be alive. These are only a few of the best things in life that are free. I am not saying that you can get along without money, in fact it would be well-nigh impossible. The necessities of life require money, but do we consider these necessities as the best things in life? I don’t think so. We all like pleasure, excitement and enjoyment and all these things can be gotten free if we stop to think of them. Margaret Baldwin, XII Visiting I love to visit with Billy; We have the pleasantest chats, We talk about everything under the sun, Including the new types of hats. We discuss our teachers’ shortcomings Cr praise them up to the skies, Or the price of fish in the winter, Or the girls who are the same size. Sometimes we talk of the weather, And the newly-fallen snow, Of the carnival planned for the children, Who are really too much on the go. We talk of Elvis Presley’s new song, And all the things he’s done wrong, About the latest show we have seen And how we keep our garden clean. So now our dear teachers will know, Just what “we boys” talk about, And when Billy and I get together, It’s time for them to clear out! Maurice Pylyp iuk, XII PAGE FIFTY-NINE

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The Beauty Parlour Have you ever stopped to th ink what a beauty parlour is? I believe that the name “Beauty Parlour” is a disillusionment. Prob¬ ably the building on the corner frequented constantly by women of all types and sizes is called a “Beauty Parlour” for the same reason that gigantic advertisements are put into the papers that advertise “FREE” in big letters, only to fool people into purchasing lavish meals to get one peppermint flavoured toothpick free. I suppose you don’t know what I’m aiming at, but let me explain. “Beauty” is something which is pleasing to look at. Now tell me, which man, after gathering up enough courage to get his wife from the so-called beauty parlour, will not hide his face behind his hands and run in horror, after getting just a glimpse of the inside of this “Beauty Parlour?” All one can see in a beauty parlor is bobby pins, black combs, pairs of scissors, and headless women. A man who one day got his wife from the shoppe for the first time, trembled in terror as he saw a huge pair of “jaws” engulf his wife’s head. When he was finally revived, his wife tried to explain to him that the “jaws” had been a hair drier. He was badly shaken up, but when he saw his wife after she had been “beautified,” he forgot all else and sauntered along grinning stupidly. Then, the meaning of “Parlour”! A parlour is a room for conversation. Although people are inclined to believe that women gossip, they cannot think this about women in a beauty parlour. In the first place, as soon as a woman puts her foot inside the door, before she can even say “Hello,” she is swept away to be gently lowered into an easy chair. The customer is so taken aback by this action that she cannot say anything during the first few minutes of her stay, for no other reason but sheer surprise. Fancy that! The next thing she knows, her ears are plugged with soapy water. I will admit that women do love to talk, but when they cannot hear what some¬ one else is saying to them, they will relax and forget about conversing for a while. Per¬ sonally, I believe that every beauty parlour should have large charts on the wall, showing the motions of sign language. Then probably the name “parlour” could still be justified. After the soap has been rinsed out of one’s ears, cotton is stuffed in, providing all the more reason for the use of sign language. And then, as if cotton is not enough, women who have come to be made beautiful are seated under large, roaring hair driers, where they sit for an hour or more, having to talk aloud to hear themselves think. Oh, that’s it; I’ve got it now! There is conversation going on in a beauty parlour. Utter despair! I set out to prove that the name “Beauty Parlour” was not justifiable, but I have persuaded myself differently. And although the shop itself is not beautiful, the women that come out usually are. I recall now, while sitting and waiting for a friend in a beauty parlour, I observed two “beauties” hidden (fortunately) by the giant driers. Each was trying to help herself think by talking aloud, and, oh my, what a conversation! Dorothy Rieger, XII Valedictory J Continued from page 16 ing in mind that He who holds the future, also holds our hand. Perhaps you who have worked so hard are wondering if you have made a worthwhile investment. Will he or she prove to be the fine young man or woman he should be? The answer to that question lies in the future. It is our sincere desire that in the years to come, as you look back upon that giggling girl or gangling boy, who has now become the backbone of this community, you will say, “That was a good investment!” WE ARE EAGER TO PROVE OURSELVES! PAGE SIXTY-ONE