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

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The terminal literary section page es JUNIOR HIGH SCHOOL - ESSAYS (Continued) SUCCESS Op BUST respect,, integrity, and confidence; hard honest ' work is irreplaceable. With a roadmap of intelligence, I ' m sure you ' ll find your way. LAURIE FINKLEMAN (9 - 16) THIRD PRIZE. GOOD MORNING It was soggy. It was a yellowish . colour. It was messy. As I gazed into its heaving, writhing depths, my mind wandered away . Sebastian and I were trying to cross it. : There was no way to get out of this ; wretched chore, and we were compelled to ■ do it. The.sugar mines lay all the way on the other side. Slowly we picked our way along, hopping from lump to lump. Once I missing a foothold we would be sucked down ■; into the gruesome interior, never to see : the sky or breathe the fresh air on a | calm summer day. Suddenly I heard Sebastian scream. A ■ pitiful, heart-breaking, back-chilling ; scream that ate into my very soul. As I ; hastily scrambled over the slimy, wet : lumps, I nearly fell in myself. ' When I I reached him, only the tuft of his hair : that always stands up on end was visible, i I grabbed this last part of him to be i sucked under and pulled the gasping, | exhausted creature out of the mess. As we were both resting on a lump, Sebastian frantically shouted: Cornelius, save yourself! Nowhere could I see. any danger until I looked up. , Descending down upon us was a horrid monster that somewhat resembled a spoon with dripping fangs and bloodshot eyes. I think I fainted when I saw ' it, but Sebastian says I didn ' t. All I remember was that it landed on our lump and submerged it.. When I heard its shrieking ear- splitting cackle and felt the slushy, sucking sound closing in around me, a horrible nausea swept over me. And then-just as I was beginning to be conscious of.the fact that I was losing consciousness - a familiar voice rasped in my ear - - Cornelius, if you don ' t stir that porridge a little faster you won ' t have any for breakfast. I shuddered . . . MARSHA SAUNDERS

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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 .

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THE TERMINAL LITERARY SECTION PAGE 89 JUNIOR HIGH SCHOOL - POETRY SECTION. FIRST PRIZE. LONELINESS In a dark desolate alley A small child, lost, A lone sparrow, left To endure winter in solitude. A marathon swimmer, striving In the bleak, dark water. One lone flag pole, left To stand guard in the midst Of a sleeping village. A desolate plain, untouched By human nature. Fresh snow with only Animal tracks to show Life still exists. A huge ocean liner, Merely a tiny speck On the dark, vast waters., A foreigner, standing alone And repelled by native people Unable to speak and commute. All this, and on to infinity: Loneliness! WENDY LAW (9 - 16) SECOND PRIZE., . | Collapsed on the floor with one leg on , a chair i Sprawls a real cool cat with bleach blonde hair, : Clinging to her shoulder a telephone receiver Chatters on and on like an eager beaver, The disc-twirler ' s booming with a real gone beat, ! On the T.V. set ' s a Western - real neat! : What is she doing? you may ask ; Why, she ' s working hard at an arduous task, | Busy at a duty she cannot shirk, i She is loyally engrossed in her homework! THIRD PRIZE. NIGHT Drowning the last of daylight Darkness creeps over the mountain; Dimming the sun in final fight It spills upon us like a fountain. H y Except for the wandering moon.. Surrounded by twinkling stars, The lights in the homes had vanished soon In this city of countless cars ' . In deep slumber the earth flow lies All sound has left the air; Filled with enchanting dreams time flies While I its wonders share. Drowning the last of darkness Daylight creeps over the mountain Swallowing the moon with its golden brightness It spills upon us like a fountain. HELGARD WENZEL (9-1) LAURIE FINKLEMAN (9 - 16)