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

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I stopped and asked him Why ? He drew back Startled Bewildered -i ' Utterly confounded. • ' ■ ■ - ■I: He had never before thought about it. :I left him there, -f ■■ Still shaking his. head --As If he tried to see ■ ;- Throught the fog of habit Which clouded his mind. Others supplied an answer: Security Wife and--children ,. r; - a Leisure Success . ...... r f j ' Money 1 ! ; . ; ■ ■■ ■ ' ■ Pleasure • But I noticed amid this chaos - r A few - f ■ ' ..... who calmly wound their way . throu i the crowd. Relaxed and content, Their faces devoid of anxiety. To my question They answered all ESSAY To help others I pondered over this and returned to my home refreshed. I ' M CANADIAN by Philip Eadie (12-31) Canada and some Canadians have worked hard for sovereignty and unity f»r their country. Their success in the former has been noted and will receive its loudest ovation in seven years when Confederation has its centennial birthday. But the latter has failed miserably and is only now beginning to show any signs of noticeable birth at all. The purpose of this essay is to explain why Canadian unity is a feature of our future and not of our past. One of the main blocks to Canadian nationalism is the language barrier between French and Ehglish speaking Canada. This has led to the near segregation f the hyphenated race— The French-Canadian. These people, instead of contributing their culture to that of Canada have retired to themselves, building an invisible wall i the form of the Union Nationale Government. Instead of integrating themselves with other Canadians they have remained in Quebec making Canada ' s largest province a stronghold against her. The English speaking section of Canada, however, is not as strongly a united [ body as the French speaking sector. The Manitoba-Qntario border is the thin line drawn between two rival camps. West of it, as reads the popular Eastern belief, civilization ends and barbarianism begins. East of it, say Westerners, friendship terminates and the formality of seventeenth century Ehglarxi takes its place. These two false beliefs, thqn, further divide the country.

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LITERARY CONTEST The following selections were judged the best of many entries received in the Terminal s Annual Contest. Prizes were awarded: 1. •POETRY $ 5 2. ESSAY $ 5 SHORT ARTICLE- $ 2 3. POEM $ 2 SHORT STORY $ 2 David Tompkins (11-26) Philip Eadie (12-31) Susan Kent (9-1) Lesley Withecomb (9-1) Dorothy Watts (9-4) POEM by David Tompkins (11-26) No title, written in a mood of despondency, very late at ni$it when tired. Darkness descends A quiet bliss Displaces the harsh realities of the day Men turn to one another for understanding and sympathy, comfort But the scum of the earth rise with eagerness To meet the night. Parasites and leeches, Blood-suckers, Their name is legion. They leave their squalid haunts and strike out with slinking footsteps . . a nd guilty eyes • Vj to rob on lonely streets, to kill in shaded doorways, to rape in obscure alleys To exploit the darkness which hides them and the society which harbours them. Here and there a light goes out; • - Soft caresses r Ecstatic delight • - erase problems in l one affectionate spasm. ’ Outside • the same perverted stream of humanity • flows on. -- Day breaks. •. A FEW by David Tompkins (11-26) The people were pushing . : . (! . ... . • „grasping .i; rushing grabbing - fighting clawing falling ’ climbing. ,;;n ;

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Unity has often developed from some force which draws people together. Canadians have never experienced that force, as Canadians. That is why people (nationalized Canadians) reply that they are descendants of their fore-fathers from Hungary, France, j | Britain or Israel when asked their nationality. Some of the blame must be attached to the physical and racial boundaries of our wide and expansive land for this. Much more can be accredited to the United States which draws Canadian nationalism from her own shores to the highly developed unity present in every phase of the American way of life. No definite Canadian culture can be said to have grown up sinee ! 1867. Much Canadian talent has been driven south of the border to secure employment and or recognition ' . Canada has made no major contributions to the world except as a participant in fields begun by other world powers. Now, almost one hundred years after Confederation a new awakening appears to be in progress. Nationalistic demands for a flag, for an anthem and for a distinctively I Canadian nationality are being expressed in nearly every centre across the Dominion. The French government is lessening its severe segregation policies and emerging into the country as one of the ten provinces for the first time. Contrary to the poem. East and West are meeting through the diligent supervision of expanding industries and better communication services. The scope for Canadian entertainers and technician ; is broadening with the advent of more discriminating tastes and more funds in all fields., • | ■ ■ -J ' .j- ' t Possibly most important the phrase I ' m Canadian is being heard more often and with greater pride of tone at each repetition. I feel sure that before Canada reaehe% her Second Centennial nationalism will be a major asset our country has to boast sf ' and offer to new-comers). Of course my opinion is biased, I ' m Canadian. j | i - - THE ART OF EATING A TOMATO by Susan Kent vL - ' 9-1 ' n; ’ When devouring a tomato, several things must be taken into consideration, the main two being you and the tomato. This red love apple has a knack of leaking | from the strangest places, so, in the interest of all dry cleaners, I suggest you equip yourself at the start with a full dress suit of armour. The inexperienced novice will assume that the next step is to bite the vegetable, however we experts realize that this would be disastrous. First you must punch, with the left ring finger, a snail whole that will allow all excess juice to dribble out. Next the skin must be moved back slightly with the teeth in order to construct a hole large enough through which to extract all those sly slippery seeds. After completing this Operation you will see before you a shrivelled, dry, unappetizing hunk of j vegetable flesh which is, frankly, unedible. This should bring you to the conclusion that should have been clear to you at the start - tomatoes are for the birds l ' •v- v - .. . ■ JUNIOR HIGH j SUMMER ' | Here comes summer in her bright coloured gown Dancing along on the thistle down, ! Accompanied by fairies playing the hairbells Making their music stretch out to the dells; They play all day. And they dance all night. To welcome Miss Summer so gay and bright.