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

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Page 86 THE TERMINAL POETRY FIRST PRIZE THE SYMBOL 1 OF THE TREE , The tree is ageles?. f It stands,. caring, not for outsiders and heeding not the clamorous play of little children, climbing through its tangled foliage. Even as the carefree boys grow, to manhood the tree is never lonely. It protects the generations, f It is trusted,it is proud. V A, Think, is this why the tree never withers, why it stands alone so forbidding -- yet, so fascinating. You see, the tree is not cold, it is the protector. The symbol by which wars are won is in that tree, and -- It is ageless. Lyn Meyer, 8 -II 4 . SECOND PRIZE irv 1 4 Q { v ' J U J j N r r X 1 ( ( -| —, , 5T (wix fA- .tt Yl % DAY DREAM I lay one warm and sunny day, Beneath a large oak -tree; Dreaming of dragons, dukes and knights Who live in a fantasy. I met young Alice of Wonderland, A king, a duke, a knight -- Who all were busily engaged In an olde medieval fight. And then, alas, I seemed to wake From that wonderful land of play; And on I went with my normal work — While the fantasies slipped away. ( —r Susan Kent, 7-16

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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

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THE TEPMIKAL f | ' ( 1 j 1 CD J ( 1 l ! J ' v J Page 87 SHORT STORIES FIRST PRIZE 0 TOBY Mr. Williamson? Yes? Have you seen Toby? He ' s missing. Toby who? Toby - my cat. He ' s missing. Cat? Ho, no I haven ' t seen your cat. He ' ll come back. He ' s been missing before. I don ' t know about that. He ' s been out all night and it ' s below zero outside. He ' ll come back. How, if you ' ll excuse me, I have two big exams to write tomorrow. Ted Williamson left the breakfast table. I just don ' t like it. stated Mrs. Hutchins. Like what? asked her husband. That new boarder, Ted Williamson. He ' s a medical student, you know. Remember what we ' ve always heard about medicals? They go prowling the alleys after dark, snaring cats. Why, I ' ve even heard they dissect them, alivei When I think of poor defenceless Toby.... Wow, Cora. I mean it. I seen him eyeing Toby. Don ' t you think may be....? ■V- } L s Ted shut his book with a bang. I ' ve just -got to find that paper by Professor Sullins. Can ' t understand where my copy has gone. Maybe the library has one. He put his overcoat on and stepped into the hall. Mr. Hutchins was walking towards him. j Good-day Mr. Hutchins. Good-day Mr. Williamson. Did you know that my wife thinks you have stolen her cat? Whatl Yes. Frankly, I think it ' s an old. wives tale, but things ' 11 sure be hot around here for you if he doesn ' t show up. Confidentially, you didn ' t, by any chance, take him? Hoi I ' ve never touched that cat, and never intend to. I must go, the library... On his way to the car, Ted passed Mrs. Hutchins shovelling the walks. Good-day, Mrs. Hutchins, he called. Mrs. Hutchins grunted. Just as Ted was about to start the car, he impulsively rolled down the window, and called - If it would make your mind any easier, Mrs. Hutchins, I assure you I haven ' t touched your cat. Mrs. Hutchins gave no visible sign that she had heard. She continued shovelling. Ted started the car. Mrs. Hutchins started to lift an especially large load of snow. Suddenly, an