Viscount Bennett Junior High School - Terminal Yearbook (Calgary, Alberta Canada)

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Page 8 I 4 . S FIRST PRIZE THE WONDERFUL SURPRISE Hiss Grant was the play school teacher. She was so nice everyone loved her. The children in her little play school loved her very much, and she loved the children. She played games with them and told them stories, and she never got cross. One day she called all the little children together. You are good children, she said, every single one of you. And because you are so good, a nice surprise is coming for you this week. The children begged to know what it was, but Miss Grant would not tell them. As the children went back to their play, they couldn ' t help wondering what the surprise was. They talked often, very often to each other about it. I wonder what it is? said Billy. I wonder, too, replied Donald. Jim and Linda and all the rest wondered too. Early the next day -- a Tuesday -- as the children were playing out-of-doors, a red truck stopped in front of Hiss Grant ' s play school. Maybe, that ' s the surprise coming, cried Billy. Oh, nol said Donald. That ' s only the milkman. On Wednesday morning a shing blue auto drove up in front of the play school. Maybe that ' s the surprise coming, cried Linda. Oh, nol said Bobby. That ' s Jim White bringing the groceries. The next day, after finishing their morning snack of milk and crackers, Hiss | Grant said: I ' d like you to stay right here for a few minutes. I ' ll call you then, and you ' ll learn what your surprise is at last. The children could hardly wait. They talked and giggled. They bounced up and down on their chairs. Then, at last, Hiss Grant called, Come, childrenl How they ran and pushed to get outsidel And this is what they saw -- a little brown puppy, the cutest little puppy they had ever seen. When the children thanked Miss Grant for the wonderful surprise, the puppy barked a very loud Bow-wowl as if to say, Thank you very much for my new home. And he lived at the play school ever after. Helen Zelmer, 7-16 ORT STORY

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the TER Mr NAL Page 83 SECTION A SECTION B SECTION C LITERARY CONTEST WINNERS Short Story 1. Helen Zelmer 7-16 Essay 1. Sharon Haskovitch 8- 2. Diane McTavish 8-8 Poetry 1. Lyn Meyer 8-lb 2. Susan Kent. 7-16 Short Story 1. Gretchen Meade 10-b3 2. John Hughes 9-1+ Essay 1. Gretchen Meade 10-U3 2. Wilfred Wenzel 10-27 Poetry 1. Gerald Wade 10-25 2. Margaret Carruthers Short Story 1. Darlene Dafoe 11-30 2. Ron Huek 11-30 Essay 1. Ron Huck 11-30 2. (Elliot Gelfand 11-29 ) (Don Wood 11-29 ) Poetry 1. Judy Arrafield 11-29 2. Roger Meyer 11-29

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P ag e85 THE TERMINAL FIRST PRIZE ESSAY THE SUPERDUPERQUADRUPLE SANDWICH Do you get hungry in the middle of the night, and the next day haven ' t your homework because of weakness due to hunger? Of course you do, and here is the perfect solution to your problem: a superduperquadruple sandwich! The ingredients require a loaded refrigerator, a perfectly quiet house about two o ' clock in the I morning, and two slabs of bread. We begin by spreading the butter on the bread, being careful not to make it j more than two inches deep, as it would become difficult to eat. Vie then proceed to put in the filling; anything you can find in the refrigerator will do. This part may include such things as leftover hamburger, tomatoes, cheese, peanut butter, jam, egg, salad dressing, chicken, roast, lettuce, cucumber, or anything else that happens to be available. After this is artistically assembled, not more than one foot high, the last slab of bread is added. To complete the process of making this | delicious treat, we cut off all extra food that might be sticking out, — after all, we don ' t want to seem like pigs, do we? Well, at last we ' re finished. Isn ' t it just too delicious for words? Naturally it is, I didn ' t waste all this time for nothing! This is where I leave you, you lucky, lucky, middle-of-the-night food hunters, and remember you can always buy aspirins at your nearest drug store, and in case of emergency contact your doctor. Sharon Haskovitch, 8-8 | SECOND PRIZE A VISIT TO MY ALMA MATER IN 2005 As. I peer through my glass roof at the small mackerel-bone shaped clouds in the Caribbean sky above me, I think back, back into the pages of my life. Back from | this year of 2005 to . . . ah, yes, it was 1958. Oh, how I long to see my old school friends once more before I die. Faintly I recall those days; that small picture of my happy school days will always remain in my mind. I remember one rpepial character who was the life of the classroom, who seemed to get at least one deep down chuckle from every teacher, be he stern or lax. Oh, how could I have forgotten my school. Are the classrooms and corridors the same? Is the spirit for the school still strong? I must see for myself. Yes, I will go in my helicopter. As I look down upon the city, it occurs to me that I am seeing a different world from that which I knew when I was young. A world which has grown slowly but surely through the years, without notice, into a modern and fascinating place. Ah! here is the place — I recognize it by the shape of the building. What is this I see? In place of the old bicycle corral, an airport for the students ' helicopters. A modern ten-story building where the Dairy Bar used to be. I get out and start to wander towards the school. I hear a rhythmic chanting sound. What is it they are saying? Yes, now I hear it: Come on, Bennett! Skin ' em alive. Diane McTavish, 8-8