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

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THE TERMINAL LITERARY SECTION PAGE ' 86 FIRST PRIZE. JUNIOR HIGH SCHOOL - SHORT STORY SECTION FAILURE A lonely figure stepped hurriedly from the doorway, hesitated a moment and then plunged down the dark street. As he walked, the rain engulfed him in a translucent curtain that hid his despair from a dark world. The icy rain curdled the sky in a frightening manner before stabbing the streets with a taunting staccato. Eric stretched his arm out from the dripping sleeve of his raincoat and squinted at his watch. 3.00 a.m., Guess I ' d better go home. They ' ll probably be waiting and the sooner I get it over with the better. He skidded around the corner and stopped short. The familiar buildings loomed up in front of him. They seemed to catch at his flapping coat as he hurried past. As he drew near the drugstore, Eric thought of the next morning, seemingly so far away, when he would go into the drugstore for the morning paper. Saw your play last night. ; Real great it was! old Benson would say. Then he ' ll turn and laugh behind the counter, Eric thought bitterly. Yes, : he ' ll laugh, just like all the rest! He reached the end of the street and the : front gate of the house. The gate swung i open under his touch, the rusty hinges ; screaming at him . . . Failure! Failure! ?Turning quickly, Eric grabbed blindly, but ■ the gate had snapped shut, mocking him in it ' s silence. He reached the door and fumbled for the doorknob. A cold wave of ; fear swept over him for the second time that ; evening. Before, the massive curtains had .swept shut, the spattering applause and a ; disappointed audience had only been a fore¬ boding prelude to what was ahead. Now, hours later, the words of his masterpiece, ■once thought so beautiful fell dead on his ■ears, resounding within his brain. Eric had crossed this threshold many times, but :never in fear or anxiety. He stepped :inside. Something was wrong. Shuddering • convulsively Eric looked around. The .lights were out and the house was silent. ;Suddenly he knew that they did understand. He thought remorsefully of how he had doubted them. Slowly Eric took off his boots and climbed the darkened stairs alone. PAT CAMPBELL ( 9 - 3 ) SECOND PRIZE. MEMORIES Betsy Allen Franklin turned the pages of her family photograph album, her eyes first shining in amusement, then filled with tenderness. There on the first page was the family dog, Clancy. She could remember almost a year ago, when her daughter Marge had come home from her friend ' s house begging for a puppy. Betsy had said that they couldn ' t have one. She laughed as she remembered when her husband Harry had dome home that night. Marge had found his newspaper, rolled the hassock up to the chair so he could rest his feet, and had given him a pillow. When he was in a good mood, Marge touch¬ ingly presented her problem. She looked at Harry with her big brown eyes and said, Please,Daddy. The next day, Betsy was elected to go • to the dog pound. Marge looked into every kennel. At the very end was a cute little Irish setter. It was love at first sight. The family put a leash on it, took it to : the car and started home. The four Franklin kids were fighting in the back and the dog yelped to beat the band. Betsy speeded • up the car and soon they heard the siren. Betsy pulled over to the curb and explained, I was trying to get home before there ' was an accident. The cop looked in the back seat. Pretty nice looking dog you ' ve got back there - pretty mischievous though. What ' s his name? Clancy answered Marge. Say ma ' am, said the cop, How would you like to buy some tickets to the policeman ' s ball? The boys down at the station say it ' s- going to be spectacular this year.

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: THE TERMINAL LITERARY SECTION .PAGE 87 (MEMORIES - Continued) I ' d love to, said Betsy, Put me down for two. In the back seat Marge hugged the little Irish setter with gratitude. He was a I rescue dog already. SUSAN PARKS (9 - D JUNIOR HIGH SCHOOL - ESSAYS FIRST PRIZE. DISASTER The great man commenced to speak: People of this nation, your government ' and I have decided to inform you of the present affairs of our country. We have ; reliable reports that the cold war may turn hot at any moment. We also know that our enemy has succeeded in perfecting inter¬ continental missiles to such an extent that they could devastate our nation at the i touch of a button. They have beaten us in : production of these weapons by a scant four : months. While we are now in grave peril, all is not lost. Our scientists have devised a new bomb. A bomb which is calculated to have the devastating effect : of one hundred thousand H-bombs. I have : ordered as a show of force, that the first of these bombs be loosed at our desert : proving grounds. The effect of this explosion will be measured throughout the ; world. The explosion is set for to-day at : 3 p.m. Eastern Standard Time. It is thought by the government and myself that : this will hold the enemy at bay. 2,45 p.m. A meadow lark trilled in Maple Creek, Saskatchewan. 2.48 p.m. A tug hooted in Halifax Harbour. 2.50 p.m, A London cab driver sat reading the evening news outside Paddington Station. ; 2.59 p.m, A tiny baby cried in Moscow - U.S.S.R. 3.01 p.m. To Orion, past Betelgeuse and Rigel the whisper came. To Scorpius and Sagittarius and back to the bright Polaris. There are Pluto, Mars, Venus, Sun, Moon unchanged since time began. Partially obscured by dust a bright new moon shines with its pits and craters, mountains and valleys, white and lifeless. This was Earth. DIANE McTAVISH (9-5) SECOND PRIZE. ;■ SUCCESS OR BUST You had better drive carefully. The road to success is a rugged one. Although your car is a sturdy construction of knowledge, it cannot be expected to run without a good supply of experience and education. The wheels are ambition so a spare tire of courage would be wise. Take a lot of foresight with you, and keep) the windshield of vision clear. You ' ll be sure to meet some stiff | competition on the freeway; don ' t run it down, but pass it at a good distance with your own ability. Steer away from i selfish motives, and make a few de tours for kindness. Although the greater part of your baggage will consist of .