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

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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

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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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Page 88 THE TERMINAL ear-splitting screech caused her to whirl around, dumping snow all over the freshly- i cleared path. She stood there, rooted to the spot by the terrible screeches and screams, wild hangings and frantic scratchings which emitted from the front of the I car. Speechless, she watched Ted get out of the car and open its hood. Out streaked a large cat. Toby! cried Mrs. Hutchins as the cat dashed towards her. Owwl Stop that, you wretch! Ted chuckled. There was Toby, sitting upon his mistresses ' head, snarling defiance at the ' entire world. Gretchen Meade, 10-U3 SECOND PRIZE DANGEROUS NIGHT My name is Dick Shelton. At the time when this incident occurred, I was fifteen years old and helping my mother to earn a living for the two of us. Each day after school I would go to the shore near Cliffton, the village where I lived, and collect shells which my mother fashioned into souvenirs for summer tourists. One day, as I made my rounds, I came upon a hole in the face of the cliff. Soon my childish curiosity overcame my fear of the unknown, and I entered. I found myself in a sizeable cave which had a number of packing cases stacked along one wall. Just as I was about to investigate further, I heard the sound of men ' s voices approaching •, and, seeing no place to hide, I made a hasty exit by the same way that I entered. I told no one.of my month before I ventured last I became so curious I and longer. So, one afternoon in tourists had gone home and holiday, I told myself was going to find the the packing-cases. As I entered I became went home again, but one changed that. Then I not- which had not been visible them and found a small entrance large enough for This entrance was invisible experiences, and it was a near the spot again. At could not avoid the spot September when most of the I had something of a that once and for all I secret of the cave and ' s ' j so terrified that I almost look at the packing-cases p. i iced a flight of steps l I before. I climbed up %-Iq harbour with a seaward a motor-cruiser to enter, except at low tide. In motor launch was moored. As I was crawling over its rail, two pairs of the harbour, a twenty-foot • ' motor launch was moored. I was determined to investigate it! As I was crawling over its rail, two pairs of strong hands gripped me. I put up a fight, but it was hopeless. Before I knew it, they had me bound so securely that I could not move a muscle. Then they carried me up another flight of stairs to where there were living-quarters. Here I was greeted by a rough chorus of curses and threats. The two men who had captured me threw me against the- wall with no more ceremony than they would if they had been handling a sack of potatoes.