Westdale Secondary School - Le Raconteur Yearbook (Hamilton, Ontario Canada)

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THE ODDITY OF IT Each stone on it has a meaning and each grain of dust a purpose. Yet nobody ever seems to appreciate it. Everybody uses it, it's even used by tiny children. It really isn't beautiful, but if it could talk it could probably tell a lot of interesting stories. Stories of ad- venture and mystery and . . ., but maybe it's better this way. Maybe it would only tell of pain and heat and strife, and anyway nobody cares enough for it to listen to it. No, nobody cares for it, not even the little children. Why the government doesn't even care if ignorant people mess it up. After all, it is not import- ant, never served any great purpose, at least that's what people say. And what's so nice about being run over and spit on and trying to help if these inconsiderate homosapiens never appreciate what you do? But then the majority wins so who gives a darn? It's only an old, dirty road. Dave Bach, 9:3:8. HOW TO CHANGE A BABY Changing a baby is easy. I've watched mother do it a hundred times. First, you gather the necessary equipment: pins, powder and paraphernalia. Then you lay the baby down, face up and re - - - ooops! The infant must be top heavy. Ah! Now you remove the - - - Cget back over? - - - diaper. You thought this to be a routine task, but it is bound to exceed your expectations. Well, you plunge into the distasteful task, only to find the kleenex out of reach. Should I carry the baby to the tissue or hurry and chance catching the top heavy bundle as it rolls off the table? There go the safety pins. How could that chubby arm. so unerringly be on target? Up with the pins, down with the powder, up with the powder, down with the pins, ad infini- tum. Next you craftily put the powder under your arm and stick the pins into your blouse and, believe me, you get stuck with them. It's old-fashioned, but you may use the triangular foldg but should it be acute or obtuse? By now you're feeling obtuse. Whew! Finally theyr'e on and pinned. Admiringly you place the infant in a vertical position, only to see the diaper slip gracefully to the ankles. If you should ever own one of these delightfully wriggly creatures, sew buttons on the diapers and use midget braces. Sharon Jackson. A DESERTED HOUSE I watch as the sun slowly sinks and dark- ness falls over the land. The night grows cold and a chilly wind begins to whip the country- side. Here I stand, alone on the hilltop, for no one ever visits me. Humans say I am haunt- ed because of the lonely cries I emit during But they say my calls are from the night. spirits which roam within me. Therefore, I continue to be shunned. My garden, which once was very beautiful, has become tangled and filled with weeds. The shutters are torn off or hanging loosely from my glassless win- dows. My stairs are creaky and rotted, as are the floors. The dust and this musty odour are becoming unbearable. Soon, I will die and fall and crumble to the earth. My every hope is gone, for I am nothing but a deserted house. Nancy Bekkering, 9 :3 25. HOW TO COAX YOUR LITTLE SISTER TO DO WHAT YOU DON'T HAVE TIME TO DO Have a long talk with your little sister and try to point out some advantages for her in helping you. Tell her how perfectly it fits in with her schedule. Mention some of the outstanding things you have done for her, and those you intend to do. Be as nice as possible tof'lher.r The next time she answers the phone and imitates you, don't scream at her and grab the telephone. Calmly ask for it and ease it out of her hand. Save most of your strength for the next volleyball game. She has enough bruises anyway. The next time her notebook falls in the mud, help her to retrieve it. When she comes to you with her daily problems, listen to them in full. Who knows? Perhaps you can gain some knowledge. Next, get down to business. CD0 not take this seriously.l We merely mean to bring up the subject and ask her nicely to please do it for elsel. Show her how terribly busy you are. After doing all of these things, she should co-operate. Kathy Kelman, 92315. ,Z

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pie, aimed carefully, and sploo-o-sh! It landed full in my face. There I sat, drenched in pumpkin, which suited my colour scheme. Two bleary eyes were all that peeked through that pumpkin beauty pack. My sister and brother sc1'eamed, my mother fainted, and I . . . well, I had freckles. This was one of the biggest surprises to both the rest of the family and myselfg for now my unusually clear complexion was dotted for life with pumpkin, Karla Bryer, 9:3:5. DESERTED VILLAGE The rutted path wound through the fields, devoid of green, of life, and of all that con- tributes to life. Birds were absent from the sky. The path ended abruptly amidst a heap of charred ruins, the ruins of what had once been a village. Silence reigned - the silence of the grave. Rubble heaps were strewn across the ground. The houses had rotted and crum- bled. Now, all that remained of them were the stark, grey walls, looming jaggedly against the horizon. It is many years since the 'build- ings were emptied of their occupants - once living people. The women's screams and the children's cries have long since died away. Their bodies have rotted and now nothing re- mains but the silent buildings. This happened many years ago. We have forgotten the people's helpless cries. But we have not forgotten the murderers. We remember those who unjustly killed in the name of tru-th. They are called brave, heroic and glorious. We say they gave their lives to save us. True, but we forget they took lives - the lives of those who did not have to die. For these killers, We have erected shrines. All that remains of their vic- tims are the naked walls pointing their ghostly fingers towards the heavens. Brian Shein, 92318. ' WAR War is a messy thing: In it no time to dance or sing, For men will die, and women cry, And blood be spilt o'er everything. The land is marked by courage and guts, And once beloved domestic hutsg We feel the filth in our fox-holes, It reaches to our very souls. And ere we've finished with the fight, We'll know not day, yet know not nightg Yes, each will wonder if He above Is watching over us, with love. But suddenly - the noise has stopped: Our eyes rest on the fields so bare: Then each one falls right to the ground To offer God a silent prayer. 'Warren Cooper, 9:3:10. 1 THE REWARDING DECEPTION The sleeping pills had done their Work. As Bobby Barret fell into oblivious slumber, the doctor left the room. He walked solemnly down the silent hall and into his office, where the boy's parents waited anxiously. Although Dr. Taylor knew Bobby had contracted a fatal disease, he avoided the subject and told the Barrets that nothing could be determined in such a short time. After they had departed, Dr. Taylor relaxed in his easy chair and picked up the book on Indian medicine he had been reading earlier. The story of the many people who had been cured of various deadly diseases by encourag- ing lies on the part of witch doctors amazed him. The witch doctors had a way of convinc- ing their patients to recover, without the aid of medicines. By the use of encouragement, and a few illusions, they could give their pa- tients the will to live and the strength to fight off their illness. The doctor lifted his eyes from the book and immediately thought of Bobby. He wondered if it was possible to give the boy the strength he needed to fight for his life by using the strategy of the Hindu doctors. Dr. Taylor decided to try it, since Bobby was now beyond any real medical help. Morning saw the start of Operation Witch Doctor . When Bobby's parents arrived, the doctor told them to go to the nearest depart- ment store and buy a baseball and a catcher's mitt. An hour later, they met Dr. Taylor out- side Bobby's door. Then, with forced smiles on their faces, they all entered the boy's room together. At the sight of the gifts, Bobby looked almost cheerful but was too weak to move or speak. Dr. Taylor explained that they expected him to recover so quickly that they bought him some equipment for the coming baseball season. Bobby's parents then told him of the trip they were planning to take him on over the Easter vacation. They said his health was improving and he would be coming home soon. After a half hour, Dr. Taylor decided that they had visited long enough and so, with a cheerful good-bye, they left. Bobby fell asleep happily for the first time during his illness. In the days that followed, the Barrets and Dr. Taylor visited Bobby regularly. They never failed to bring cheerfulness and encourage- ment with them. By the end of the month, Bobby had shown a definite improvement in his health, and was determined to recover. Soon he was walking again, and one bright morning his parents came to take him home. As Doctor Taylor watched the reunited fam- ily leave the hospital, he was filled with won- der. A lie had saved a 'boys' life! Arlene Gould, 93:10.

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GIRLS' SPORTS The girls' grade nine school team consisted of Jane Howell Ccaptainl, Johanne Knapp, Janice Sutherland, Wendy Mills, Joan Noble, Jane Robertson, June Hepperle, Barb Bryant, Diane Long and Barb Mitchell. This team didn't win too many games, but they still main- tained the Westdale spirit and put up a good fight. In grade nine interleague basketball, Class 9:3112 defeated Class 9:3211 in the finals. It was well played by both teams, but 9:3:12 just seemed to have that extra oomph . There were no hard feelings, and all of the classes enjoyed participating in this sport. Real class spirit was displayed. At the present, the volleyball season is arousing excitement among Westdale athletes. They are anxious to appear on the gym floor to show their skill Cand lose those extra poundsl. Kathy Kelman, 9:3:5. BOYS' SPORTS CFor Grade Ninej For the boys in grade nine, there was intra- mural basketball competition. The class teams competed against each other developing their talent in this sport. There was much enthusi- asm, -and Class 9:3:1 secured the champion- ship. Their competent leader was Stan Raphael. Unfortunately, there was not enough time for intramural volleyball competition. Both track and baseball competitions are coming up in the future. Bill Leuchter. RIDDLES 1. Who started the 40-hour week? Answer: Robinson Crusoe. He had all his work done by Friday. 2. Why is it difficult for a leopard to hide? Answer: He is always spotted. 4 A 3. What is worse than a giraffe with a sore throat? Answer: A centipede with corns. Marilyn Cohen Cshe heard theml. GRADE NINES Do you remember these? 1. Lizes le paragraphe Repondez en anglais aux questions par une phrase complete: 2. Rule a margin one inch wide at the left side of your paper. Write neatly and clearly. Marks will be deducted for mistakes in spell- ing and grammar. 3. Explain what property of moth balls makes them suitable for use in the home. 4. Print in the words to complete the fol- lowing statements. Write the statements out in full. Underline the printed answer. Ask Yourself These Questions . . . 1. What will you be doing three, five, or ten years from now? 2. What will be your income? Are you willing to invest a little time now in training, in order to insure your future success? 7:4 Falmwiwg Zora ?ca'ene Th-ere are five things you want in a career . . . 1. You want employment security. 2. You want a chance to earn according to your ability. 3. You want an opportunity for future advancement. 4. You want clean, dignified employment. 5. You want association with people who are in a position to help you. Park Business College training has helped hundreds of students answer these ques- tions to their entire satisfaction. Call JA 2-5500 for particulars. PARK BUSINESS COLLEGE Opposite Eat0n's 30