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

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Page 9h .... .. ..... THE TER MINA L. sunburns, and a very red lead, but ah ' m used more ' n ' em. Mah other friends are very j queer colours - green, yellow and blue - like ' n they was sick or somethin ' . Ah ' go to school - Grade Eleven. (Ah go around with Art Eraser - a real nice guy.) Our exams sure are tough - mostly on the Explorers - Jaques Cartridge, Christopher Pencil, Karka Paper, an those hombres. We once had a General Knowledge test. One question xras, How ' can your owner write a five-page essay without wearing down your lead? Elementary, my dear what ' s it - owner must use a typewriter. Ah ' m just an ordinary pencil, built well to mean and do well, and ah ' m just a purty shade o mauve. I ' ve got to go now, but I ' m glad to have met you. I Merla Law, 9-6 POETRY FIRST PRIZE THE WIGHT HAS A THOUSAND EYES In the dark shadows Floating motions Glide like weird ghosts -- They move without effort, Like dead, grey clouds; And pause to stare Their beady eyes Glowing like burning emeralds, Chilling you to the marrow. You sit, transfixed, afraid; Afraid to move, to breath, Afraid of the unknown. Then they are gone, And you wonder If they were ever there. Gerald Wade, 10- SECOND PRIZE S UNSET I saw the sunset glowing Off in the western sky. The rosy clouds enfolded The snow-clad mountains high. The sun was a ball of fire, Covering all with its warm light, But, slowly, steadily, stealthily, On came the dark of night. The velvet cloak of darkness Studded with diamond stars Came onward, onward, onward, ' Til it smothered the western fire. Then, all was cool and quiet, And all was dark and still; As the prairie waited in slumber For the glow of morn on the hill. Margaret Carruthers, 10-2U

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| THE TER MINAL... . .. . ... ...... Page. 93 . about to leave, I felt and saw a neat red splash on my lead shoes. I poked H2 and looked up to the origin of the drip. Well, we couldn’t believe our eyes. There, hanging fro ' m the ceiling was Worth Rite. We got some help and rescued him. He immediately told us that yardstick of the meter side was our man. We arrested him and got a full confession. He was sentenced to two days in the wastepaper basket. We closed the case and turned in for the night. Donna Tildes ley,- 10--U3 j HONORABLE MENTION JOHNNY The most unforgettable charrcter I have ever met was a friend of my child¬ hood days, a boy named Johnny. This young fellow was one of the happiest, most alive people you could ever hope to meet. Not only was Johnny happy, he was not content unless those around him | were also happy. And he went out of his way to bring a smile to the lips of everyone he met. Johnny had several ways of doing this, but the most effective was to smile cheerfully and say, Hello, isn’t is a lovely day? Many times this brought a tear to the eye, as well as a smile to the lips. Courage was another one of his characteristics. This boy seemed to have no ! end of it. Those that knew him, will long remember the courage he displayed the day he) saved his young cousin from drowning. Here was a remarkable feat, indeed, - for Johnny was blind and crippled. How did he do it? Well, to explain it in his own words: It was simple. I just wheeled my chair far enough into the stream for her to grab it. He had been left alone with the children; and when one of their lives | had been endangered, Johnny, without thought of personal safety, had rescued her. Many of us wondered where his courage and stamina came from. I think its root was in the fact that Johnny was going to die. The horrible disease that had robbed him of his vision and the pleasure of physical exercise was going to cause his death. Ajid Johnny did die. Early one spring morning he spoke a few last words to his mother and passed quietly away. We were all deeply saddened by his death. But, somehow, just the fact that we had known him seemed to ease the pain.. For Johnny, though he’d, been with us only a short time, had set an example for all of us. I know that whenever I am ! faced with difficulty or danger I will remember Johnny and the obstacle will disappear. Yes, he left us a great heritage. I i Margaret Carruthers, 10-21+ I HONORABLE MENTION I ESSENTIAL PENCIL Howdy, folksl Mah name is Slim. Slim Pencil. Ah’m the roughest, toughest critter west o’ the Alamo. Mah boss is always gettin ' in my hair, and I get in his. I Mah brand is H , the lightest type o’ mark made. Ah was just ridin’ out on the range, writin ' what they call an essay , and boy, am ah tiredl Sometimes ah have other owners, and they really rough me up, but ol’ Slim can take it. They lick me, an’ bite me, an ' chew up mah eraser. (Only the very special pencils have erasers, and ah don’t like mine bein ' ruffled). Some of those rich ’uns have chrome-plated detachable erasers, but mah owner cain’t afford it. Ah ' m o ' the best o ' quality; mah type dates ' way back to ; the stone age. (Well, practicallyl) Ah have a very nice figure, not like some o’ those pore octagonal and triangular critters ah know. Some o ' mah friends have

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THE TERMI NAL HONORABLE MENTION Paqe 95 ODE TO TEENAGERS In-spite of our jeans and bobby socks Our duck tails and our crazy talk, Peculiar styles and craze for jive - I’m certain the modern teenagers thrive In a normal way, with lots of cheer, We’re not as crazy as our parents fear’. The high school yearbook of long ago Mas filled with creeps and oh, oh, oh Compared to the guys and frizzy lizzies Me’re not the ones they claim are dizzy. And as for the sheiks who went to a formal - We modern kids are really normall Remember the times of racoon coats and skirts up to the knee? But still they laugh when we wear Dad’s shirt and cry Oh, goodness me’. Oh Mom, what’s wrong with Tommy Sandes and Elvis Presley, too Can you recall what Pudy V. and Frankie did to you? , You screamed, and cried, and begged for more, and raised a great big noise And yet you complain and say we’re nuts - That we’re maladjusted girls and boys’. Oh, well, someday when we get old and our teenagers raise a fuss Me’ll probably laugh in the very same way as our parents did at usl HONORABLE’MENTION Judy Stone, 9-1 BROTHERS Little brothers are the worstest., They tease, They argue, They tell their friends things-other ears were ne’er meant to hear. They make me vriId to tear their hair. Yet sometimes they are nice: Almost indispensible. Like when they force a stubborn window, Or buy me a strawberry ice-cream soda. Then, I think - Little brothers are the ijiostest. HONORABLE MENTION Gretchen Meade, 10-U3 TIME What ' -is- time? You are forever xjaiting on it It never stops and it never tarries Time Xiraits for no man. You cannot reach out and touch it Yet it is always there. Where is time? Time is everywhere-yet nowhere Where can it be? Where has it gone? Where has it.been? No one knows. No one knows. Karen LeFever, 9-U