Winkler Collegiate Institute - Collegian Yearbook (Winkler, Manitoba Canada)

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' OHNNY LETKEMAN, Winkler Jonnny, one of the brains of the class, In his exams he’s sure to pass, Skating he really does adore, But he thinks German is a bore. ERICA LOEWEN, Winkler Erica the blond-haired, pert young lass. Sometimes talks of leaving the class. She loves to be on the ice and skate, Which is well indicated by her marks of late. WALTER MARTENS, Killarney Walter is a handsome lad Neglecting homework he thinks is bad. After girls he does not run But does something else for fun. JOHN NEUFELD, Horndean Johnny comes from Horndean, He is always neat and clean. And when it comes to basketball He puts forth effort equal to all. IRENE PENNER, Winkler Irene, who is blue-eyed, blond and short, Is one of the mischievous sort; And with her violin and bow She makes the music sweetly flow. RONALD PENNER, Rosenbach Ronald is a Rosenbach lad Failures in exams he’s never had, At any sport he’s quite good, And does his homework as he should. ARLENE PETERS, Winkler Arlene is cute and neat, To tease her gives the boys a treat. Her friendliness is very appealing Yet studies create in her a sickly feeling. JAKE PETERS, Winkler Jake a friendly greeting always giving, Works hard for an honest living. At school work he will grin and bear it, Credit for effort he does merit. RICHARD PETERS, Winkler Richard one of grade nine Playing hookey is right down his line Witty, talkative, a friend of each lass (?) And one of the noisiest in the class. AGATHA REIMER, Winkler Agatha is a pretty girl, She’s got the boys all in a whirl, Her smile is always very sweet. And her marks just can’t be beat.

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SUSAN FRIESEN, Winkler Susan misses school to help mother once in a while Wherever she is, she wears a smile. She enjoys driving an old truck, To operate that, requires considerable pluck. ANNE GOERTZEN, Blumstein Anne is shy and sometimes clever, A lot of work she does endeavor. She’s very quick to say ‘pardon’ At home you’ll find her in the garden. JACK HILDEBRAND, Winkler Jack — tall, bold, and expressive, In some subjects can be impressive, Once behind the wheel of a car Is even happier than most fellows are. NORMAN HILDEBRAND, Morden Norman, Norman, spry and gay, Is the troublemaker of today. He delights in sports and lasses But detests those English classes. MARY KEHLER, Winkler Mary is the worrying kind But the boys she does not mind. When she’s walking down the aisle She always wears a great big smile. EDDIE KLASSEN, Winkler Eddie is studious and gay He’s always happy, they say. He is dark, and has eyes of blue, In doing homework he’s always true. WILLIE KLASSEN, Winkler Willie cares not for the skating rink, About schoolwork he does not think, But when it comes to girls. He’s ready to put up his hair in curls. BILL KRAHN, Winnipeg Bill is handsome and small. At talking he beats them all. Girls — he loves to bother them, His work is always neat and trim. ANGELINE LEIDING, Winkler Angeline from Winkler hails Her exams she seldom fails. Her notebooks are hard to beat Because her writing is so neat. KAREN LEIDING, Winkler Karen is humorous, helpful, healthy, Thoughtful, talented, tactful, Clever, cute, courageous, Her personality is contagious.

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JIM THIESSEN, Schanzenfeld Jim is the wavy-haired boy At present girls are his joy; Neither quiet nor studious, but charming, He likes work, especially farming. JOHNNY WIEBE, Winkler Johnny is a big boy in grade nine In Mathematics he does quite fine; In his class he likes all the lasses, But he wishes he could skip the History classes. A Day in Grade IX-B Bright and early, the studious IXB’s troop to the auditorium for morning exercises, feeling that they have “not a care in the world”. Our complacency is short-lived, however, for once we are back in our classroom, awaiting the teacher’s return, some of us realize our homework has remained undone and hurriedly finish it the easy way - by borrowing someone else’s notebook. Others, who are free of such trivial matters, are busily engaged in discussing the previous night’s events. Such exclamations as “Isn’t he handsome?”, “Whom did you say you saw?” “You’ll never guess!” mingle with merry peals of laughter. Order is promptly restored when the teacher enters the room. This is Mathematics period and, strange¬ ly enough, it is the subject which some of us find rather confusing. When we feel that we are just beginning to catch on and have suceeded in finding the right page, the bell rings. Out come our Science books, and the study of the animal kingdom begins. After an interesting lecture the bell comes to our rescue, but only after the inevitable assignment has been made. The rest of the morning is spent at Literature and German. We are back at school at 1:15 for the re¬ gular afternoon nap during History session. Complete (reawakening is too difficult so we plod on through English, Health and Library periods in a semi-daze, not clearly realizing where the time has gone till the four o’clock bell rings. But in spite of this lethargy, which all students experience at times, we feel that we have learned something, and cheerfully return the next morning. — Judith Bergen Junior Freckle-faced, barefoot, carefree lad, Seldom good and often bad. Noisy laughter, impish grin, What is there to frighten him? Dancing, twinkling, mischievous eyes, Chalk he hurls and darts he flies; Stubby nose and tousled mop, To comb his hair he will not stop. Cowboys and Indians, pointing gun, Slamming doors, with a bound and run. Racer, flier, puddle-jumper, Hanging on to auto bumper. Sailboats, puppydogs, flying kites, This is What his heart delights. Sticky fingers and grimy face, Washing his ears is a howling case! He hates girls and dull school books, Work brings many sour looks; Making trouble at school each day — Page 48 “What a terror!’ teachers say. Dad is baffled, ‘mum’s’ getting gray — What will Junior do tod ay? Hoping as he goes to school: He will learn the Golden Rule. Wayward, wilful, whining fellow, Makes ‘mum’ scold and daddy bellow. Whistling, whimsical, winning little boy — Mother’s darling, father’s joy. Sunset, evening — energy wanes, And Junior leaves his model planes; With a quick “Good-night” to bed he goes. Onto the floor he flings his clothes. Sandman, Dreamland, fast asleep, Softly mother steals a peep — All his naughtiness is spent, Sweet, angelic, innocent! Amy Penner