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Bingham Beacon May 1958
PRAISE AND PRAYER
by Joy Healy (VI) and Jewel Wenger (V)
“We will show forth thy praise...” (Psalm 79:13)
...Praise God that the fence is being put up now.
...Praise God that the two new classrooms are being built now.
...Praise God that the teachers’ house is being started.
...Praise God for the new horse.
...Praise God for answered prayer for the meetings because more
people are coming to them.
“Praying always with all prayer and supplication in the
Spirit...” (Eph. 6:18)
...Pray that God might help those who are building the fence.
...Pray that Mr. Bonk might be able to finish the building of the school rooms.
...Pray for the eighth grade graduates and those going home.
...Pray that as we travel home, we might have a safe journey.
...Pray that more people may come to the meetings and be saved.
“I know not by what methods rare,
But this I know--God answers prayer.”
.THE TRIPLET’s JOKE
by Joy Balzer, Grade 3
Ann, Sue and Jean were triplets. One day Jean went
to the book store to buy a book with her savings. When
she came home she showed it to her sister, Ann. Ann decided
that she wanted one too. She emptied her piggybank
to see how much money she had. She had enough so she
went bought one too. When she came home she showed it
to Sue. Sue decided that she wanted one too. She had
enough money to buy it, so she went tot he book store and
bought one too.
Then the store keeper said, “How come you bought the
same book three times? Are you buying them for your
friends?”
“No, we are triplets, you see?”
“Oh, I see, but could you not take turns in reading
one book?”
A GOLD SHIP
by Dennis Ratzlaff
Once upon a time I was going to sea in the first
month of spring and I was to sail for 43 years and 11
months and 84 weeks and 5 days and 12 hours and 64 minutes
and 151 seconds. The Saint of Flip Flop had told me to do that.
He had done this because he was in charge of the
whales and the flying fish and the spear fish and the
sun fish and he told them to smash the ship and to kill
me and to eat me up if I went a bit over or a bit under
the time that the Saint had told me. My ship was plated
with gold so the fish wanted to smash the ship. But I
got back to harbor in the 43rd year and the 11th
month and the 84th week and the 5th day and the 12th
hour and the 64th minute and the 151st second, so all the
did not kill me and I lived richly ever after from
the gold from the ship.
SCARED FOR NOTHING
by Dorothy Black, Grade 3
One night I was having a bad dream. I woke up and
thought there was a thief in my bed. I was too frightened
to move. When it was light enough to see, I found
out that I had been fooled.
CHASED BY A BEAR
by Norman Coppola
Once when I was a little man named Big I like to
chase bears on my big horse Small. All the bears
liked me because I hurt them with shot and they chased
me to the river and we all went swimming. But one day
the smallest bear in the forest, named Huge, went away
to a different forest. when he came back he was no longer
Huge but Tiny, which means he was very huge. I was so
glad to see him and he was so glad to see me that I shot
him with a cannon instead of bird shot. He chased me as
fast as a zebra instead of as fast as a bear. We both
headed toward the river and I dived in and caught my
whiskers in the brush on the bottom of the river and
drowned. Tiny also jumped after me and drowned too.
Then the waves began to give us artificial respiration.
We became alive again and both of us were friends ever
after.
THE LITTLE ELF
by John Russell
Once upon a time, I stirred a barrel of lime.
Therein was an elf, Whom I caught by myself.
I quickly took him to my Aunt’s,
But they were making long blue pants.
I took him to my Dad, But he was feeling very sad.
I took him to my Mom, But she was fixing up her palm
Then I took him to the priest,
But he was having a feast.
Finally I took him to the king,
But he was playing with a sling.
So I waited for a while, And let him go with a smile.
AN INTERESTING PET
by John Haspels
My pet was a hippopotamus. One day when I was walking
along a river I found a dead hippo with a live baby
one beside it. I named it “Sir Joseph Fats”. When I took
it home I trained it to take me for rides and to bring
my hat to me each day. That was good thing but the
ride was terrible. He would start down to the river with
me on his back. He would take me into the water and make
me fall of and then would roll into the mud, so I could
not ride any longer.
LOYAL AMBASSADORS for CHRIST
by M. Wenger, Grade 5
Every Sunday we have a meeting called L.A.C. from
about 4:30 to 5:30. We have certain people to take part
in the meetings.
Betty Wenger is the President; Margaret Wenger is
the Secretary; Priscilla Bonk is the Treasurer; and Sharon
Barlow is the Pianist. The following are the leaders of
the groups that are listed: Valerie Swart, GIDEONS;
Kim Forsberg, LOYALISTS; Jonathan Bonk, CHRISTIAN
SOLDIERS; and Betty Wenger, Crusaders.
AN UNEXPECTED DUCKING
by John Haspels, Grade 5
Once upon a time I was going to get a spanking. My
Dad went to get the stick and I ran into the forest. I
ran for a little way when out in front of me was a bear.
It started to chase me. I jumped into some moosehorns
that were sticking out of the water in a river. I slipped
off and fell into the water. The moose ran out of
the water thinking I was still on his horns, and it was
going to crush me against a tree. The moose saw the
bear’s huge legs and thought they were trees. So he went
faster and knocked the bear over. The bear got up and
ran after the moose who had stopped. The bear got up and
ran after the moose who had stopped. The moose saw the
bear coming and they both ran into the trees.
After they had gone I was wet. I thought I could
swim and if Dad came I would duck under the water. As
I was swimming I felt myself being pulled under and dragged
to the shore. On shore my Dad pulled me out of the water
and gave a spanking and sent me home.
A RIDE IN A BARREL
by Glory Stokes
One day we were playing hide and seek. Janet, one
of our friends, was IT. I hid in a turned-over barrel.
When Janet got to one hundred she started looking. She
looked and looked. Janet found everyone but Ruth and me.
Then she saw Ruth sneaking behind mother’s garden, so
Ruth was caught. Then Jenny whispered something to Janet,
and Janet began to roll the barrel I was in. What a
surprise I got!.
STAMP CLUB
by John Haspels
One day in February Mr. Wallace thought the smaller
children would like to help with their stamps.
The first meeting was electing the officers. The
president is Sharon Barlow. The secretary is Valerie
Swart. The treasurers are John Haspels and Jim Hay.
Most of the school is in the Stamp Club. About
every two weeks we have one meeting for the Seniors and
another for the Juniors and Seniors.
We have races and other things that are enjoyable.
The winners get stamps for prizes. For every two meetings
for Juniors and Seniors we have a race or something
funny. Then the Seniors help the Juniors with their
stamps and stamp books. Some of the boys and girls of the
Senior group help make stamp books for their Junior
partners.
AN INTERESTING PET
by Jewel Wenger
One day when my Dad came home from his work, at dinner
time he said he had a pet for me. But he would not tell
me until after dinner. I hurried with my dinner and
went outside to look in the truck.
To my surprise I saw a crocodile looking as if it
wanted to bite off my head.
I was glad that it was a crocodile for I had heard
that a crocodile can be trained. I started right then
to train him. I got some balls to try to make him bounce
them with his tail. All he would do was to shake his tail
from side to side and knock the balls far and wide. That
kept me running after the balls. About 4:00 p.m. I gave
up and put him in the shed for the night.
The next day was Saturday so I decided to try again.
When I went back to get him he was in the duck pond eating
one of the fattest ducklings. I immediately took
him out but the duck was already dead. I told Dad about
it. He said it wasn’t the best pet for me to have, so
he took it back tot he swamps.
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A RIDDLE: How are cows like cars? (They are both driven).
CHASED BY A BEAR
by Harold Jongeward
When I was a famous hunter I liked to go out hunting
for buffalo. As I was walking across the meadow I saw
something moving, so I shot at the bushes and out walked
a deer. Then it ran into the forest just as I shot it again.
So I decided to follow it. I went a little way
and there I found a bear just beginning to eat the deer.
At that moment he lunged at me. I jumped aside
and he ran into a tree and sat there looking at me.
Quickly I grabbed the deer and tore off dragging
it behind me.
The bear went off in the other direction.
I must have been going in circles for all of a sudden
I came face to face with the same bear. Quickly I
dropped the deer and headed for home. Soon I got there,
loaded my rifle and went to the window. I grabbed a
jar of honey and threw it at him. The bear licked it
up as I fled. I went to the window and shot the bear.
A HUNTING TRIP
by John Haspels
“Chuck, Dad said we could take the car for the week.
So lets go tot he best hunting place in the country.
Chuck, get our 22’s and the tent, and I will get the
blankets.”
We got to the place which was very hot.
I said, “Chuck there are a lot of savages in this
country so we better be careful.”
We put the tent up and Chuck got the blankets ready
to jump into while I got supper ready. We ate supper
and jumped into bed. We went to sleep very fast. While
we were sleeping some savages came and stole the tent
without us knowing it. We finally woke up. Some elephants
were helping themselves to the sack of corn we brought
and a little further on we saw the vultures eating the
rabbit we had killed. Then I looked at the car. What a
disappointment we had. We saw some lions biting the car
tires!! We forgot the patches for the tires. We were
really in a fix!!
Just then I saw a truck coming with the things we
forgot and from the other direction came some natives
with the tent made into clothing and trying to sell them.
We went back home and were very glad to be back.
MC QUEERITY
by Betty Wenger
Mc Queerity wore a handkerchief belt;
His bright purple pants were made all of felt.
His shirt was all yellow--much worse for the wear.
No care had been taken to mend any tear.
On the whole he was all of quaint attire.
Who had to care lest he step in the mire.
Mc Queerity was indeed very queer.
His long crooked mouth stretched from ear to ear.
His great popping eyes 'most bulged from his head.
And he could not close them, not even in bed.
So he'd go to sleep while his eyes stayed awake.
He said so, so don't think it is a mistake.
His ears grew straight out, straight out from his head.
Sometimes they were pink, but more often red.
His never-brushed teeth were both black and brown.
Alas! Poor dentist that lives in his town.
His irregular tongue seemed oh, so long!
He couldn't keep it in when singing a song.
His long, jutting nose resembled Pike's Peak.
He wore a hankie belt in cast it might ---
He had no real hair but real shiny skin.
Which could have been a mirror in an inn.
One day the Queen proclaimed a women's ball,
To be held int he King's private dining hall.
To this was invited Mc Queerity's wife,
But she with the cold bug was having a strife.
She mourned and she mourned, "Oh, I wish I could go,
But I in getting well am oh so slow."
Mc Queerity said, "In your place I could go."
But his wife firmly, yes, firmly said, "NO!"
"My husband going to a women's ball?
Well I'd never hear the end of it all!"
But Mc Queerity didn't see why he should not.
He'd take his wife's place. He wanted to go a lot.
When she wasn't looking, out the door he strode,
Down to the tailor shop across the road.
"Good day!! Miss Tailor. A suit could you make?
For my horrid wife's sake, for my own sake?"
"I want also a stylish balck hat.
I'll pay for everything, don't worry for that."
The tailor siad, "Make a suit I could do,
Woul you like brown or would you like blue?"
"Bright pink with blue trimming," he did reply.
"Bright pink with blue trimming shall be the dye."
"Two days hence it must be finished,
For that is my very important day."
"O.K.," said the tailor, with a sober face.
"Maybe I could finsih with three days of grace."
McQueerity left, to the tailor's relief.
For then she could laugh in her hand-ker-chief.
"He's got no head," said the tailor at work.
"But from not one of his workds can I shirk."
Mc Queerity had his wig curled with perfume
And to sleep his nowey wife he tried to croon.
She did go to sleep which is strange to say
And she slept on and on for day after day.
He was glad his wife didn't know what was up.
Mc Queerity didn't even stop to see about sup.
First he shined his shoes on the very sole.
He shined them so hard that it left a hole.
He used thirteen cans of polish they say.
The shoes were twice-sized at the end of that day.
His socks were ragged with many a tear.
He had no money for new socks to spare.
"The next thing to do is my teeth to clean."
BUt when done, they were not fit to be seen.
"I'll buty some paper paste to spread up on my teeth.
No one will ever know that there is dirt beneath."
His shiny bald head some more did he shine,
With black coal dust from an African mine.
Then Mc Queerity climbed the dear stairs up,
Without any peace, without any sup.
Next day quite early he struck out to the shop,
His pace was so fast he could hardly stop.
"Is my suit done yet? Miss Tailor, I say.
If not done by this eve, I won't give full pay."
"Oh, no," said the tailor, who'd been working all night.
"You'd better pay double for the extra light."
Then the tailor siad, "Do you see that door?
Now you get out before I count four."
Mc Queerity didn't go back very soon,
He went back in the eve instead of at noon.
When he went back, finsihed were the suit and hat.
He forgave the tailor. How do you like that?
That night he slept unusually well,
From his bee-you-ti-ful smell.
Next morning he was up before it was light,
First he jumbped into his new suit so bright.
When his head was reshined, he put on his wig
And tied on his shoes which were still quite big.
Then carefully, for truly haste makes waste,
He spread on his teeth the white teeth paste.
Last of all he placed on his hat of felt,
As again his sweet-smelling wig he smelt.
Then he said, "I must find something to ride,
For I my walking illness can't bide."
So he looked and he looked 'til he heard a hee-haw,
An a beautiful gray donkey he saw. (Hee-Haw).
To the owner he said, "Your ass could I borrow?":
"Yea, of course, if you return it tomorrow."
Mc Queerity went and jumped on its back,
And got it going with a great big whack.
The donkey went 'cause he thought it was fun.
For he'd been taught good ways by the owner's son.
Then the ass began to feel cross and bad.
For he so much on his back had.
So when they reached the place where the roads crossed.
The donkey wanted to got his rider lost.
At last when Mc Queerity had tried thrice
He got him back on the right road with spice.
Next a dead skunk awaited their eyes.
Nor was it a very pleasant surprise.
It took from his wig the sweet, pleasant smell,
And Mc Queerity didn't like that smell too well.
At last with trouble they reached the Queen's ball.
Mc Queerity went to the Queen's dressing hall.
She answered the door in a silver gown.
"I suppose you are from the town?"
"Oh, yes," said he, "I'm here in my wife's place.
Whe wend and died right under my red face."
"How awful," said she. "Well go right in,
You'll find the place as neat as a pin."
So he went in leaving his ass behind.
For he to the ladies had to be kind.
As he entered one siad, "Why good-day Miss."
Hey! What kin a ladies' ball is this?"
A man coming to a woman's ball!
Laugh at him, laught at him, laugh at him all!"
Said another who was just a wee mite,
"He's out of his head, look he's turning white."
Said one, "What's that I hear?" (Hee-haw, Hee-haw.)
"Such sounds for the Queen is against the law."
"Pinky, Pinky, Pinky, You better go.
Hurry up, hurry up, don't be so slow."
Then one kind lady whispered in his ear,
"Take your donkey and leave now. Do you hear?"
Mc Queerity left feeling quite ashamed,
Neither did he like how had been named.
ON the way home nothing at all went well.
In fact the awful skunk he still could smell.
THe donkey sat down on the edge of some dirt,
But Mc Queerity didn't even get hurt.
When he came tot he donkey's owner's lane,
He tied the donkey with terrible pain.
When he first got home he thad to clean up.
Then he sat down and drank up a dup.
He still sits there until this day
Mourning his wife who had gone away.
FIRST STAMP CLUB MEETING
by Joy Healy, Grade VI
One Wednesday night all the senior stamp collectors
met in the library. First we name the club the BINGHAM
STAMP CLUB. Then we had a treasure hunt for an envelope
full of stamps. Jim Hay found ti so he got to keep them.
Next Valerie Swart named pictures on some stamps. If we
guessed what country they were from we got the stamp
plus one from the envelope. At the end of the meeting
everyone that hadn't guessed any stamps got one. Then the
membership cards were handed out and we put our names on
them. There was a place to put checks on when we bring
stamps and put them in the bank. We had lots of fun.
THE GREY DONKEY
by John Haspels, Grade V
One day I found a wild grey donkey. It was among the
plains of Ethiopia, in the southern part.
I tried to catch it time and time again. But it got
away. One day I came upon it eating grass. It did not see
me but it smelled me. Suddenly it ran at me. I jumped up
and jerked my blanket around its head. I took it home and
put it in the stable.
I did not let it have anything to eat for a day. Then
I brought it grass, wheat and salt to eat. It began to like
me. I named him Hiya. When I take him to the pasture he
wants to give me a little ride. On market day it carries my
corn and straw. He will carry nothing else because for
everything that he carries he gets some of it to eat. So
when he has to carry some uneatable product he refuses to
carry it because he knows he cannot have anything for a reward.
AN ADVENTURE STORY
by Jewel Wenger
Marilyn and I were the happiest children on earth. We
had received permission to go on an airplane trip with my
Uncle Daniel.
"How long is it?" we impatiently asked.
"Well go and pack quickly. I’m tired of your begging."
And packed quickly we did. Mother packed a lunch because
we were leaving on a moonlight flight that night. The car
came for us at 11:00 p.m. We scrambled in and were hurried
off to the airport. There Uncle Dan met us and fixed us
comfortably in the plane. Of course we soon fell asleep.
But Uncle Dan talked absent mindedly to our sleeping bodies.
He talked so much that he lost control of the plane. As soon
as he found out he shot out of the plane in his parachute.
He left us sitting in the burning plane as it headed for the
ground at a terrific speed.
As soon as the plane hit the ground we scrambled out
and ran as fast as our legs could carry us.
Suddenly, when we came to ourselves again we were on
the shore of a beautiful lake. But unknown land lay around
us. We thought we had better explore. First we looked to see
what had happened to the plane. When we got tot he spot all
we could see was a bit of black grass.
By this time Uncle Dan had arrived home. Immediately
he sent a helicopter to look for us. We took off our red
sweaters and waved them to the man in the helicopter. He
picked us up and soon we found our way into our mother’s
and father’s loving arms.
AN INTERESTING PET
by Gayle Swart, Grade V
One morning I woke up with a start and remembering
that it was my birthday, quickly got dressed and tore down
stairs. When I got down my family called, "Happy Birthday,
dear."
At the breakfast table I got some presents. Afterwards
Daddy told me to come outside with him. When I went
outside there was a little baby giraffe lying in the yard.
I gave a squeal of joy and said, "Oh, thank you Daddy. It’s
just what I wanted for a long time." Then Daddy said, "What
shall we name him?" I thought a bit then said, "Let’s name
him Bonny." So his name was Bonny.
Now Bonny is nice and tall. Every morning when he
wakes up he comes to my window and taps gently on the
window pane to wake me up. When I wake up I quickly dress
and run outside to have a little game with him before
breakfast.
Well, one morning Bonny tapped on my window as usual.
When I woke up I dressed quickly, but I did not want to
run down stairs and out the door I usually did. Suddenly
I had a bright idea. "Boy that is the best I’ve ever had,"
I thought to myself. So instead of running down stairs I
opened my window and jumped on Bonny’s neck and slid down
to his back. Then I gave a big leap and landed ker-plunk
in the ground. Bonny thought that was fun too. So every
morning after that I jumped on Bonny’s neck and slid down
it instead of running down stairs.
******
"I’ll shoot you," said the angry hunter to the elephant.
"By the way, I like pancakes," said the elephant sitting
on the hunger. (by Harold Jongeward)
******
A RIDDLE: How are BULLS like TRUCKS? (They both have horns)
CHASED BY A BEAR
by Jim Faulkner
One day my father told me to go to the country store
to buy some groceries. I decided I would go along through
the woods by the riverside. On the way there it was safe.
But on the way back it was not so safe. I was walking
along quite happily whistling a tune, when all of a sud-
den I stopped dead in my tracks. There in front of me
about 20 yards away was an angry, hungry, snarling adult
bear. Suddenly he lunged at me. I tell you I ran as
fast as I could, trying to call for help. I was too
frightened to do so. After a little ways running I leaped
into a bush and the bear right after me. Luckily I leaped
to the side of the bush because the bear went into the
middle and got stuck. Both of us ere in there struggling
and finally I got out the basket of groceries that
was caught in the bushes. The bear saw it and decided
he’d get it instead of me. So I ran home leaving the
bear in the bush struggling for the groceries.
When I got home I told my father and he and I went
after it with a gun. When we got tot he bush the basket
was upside-down, and the groceries were gone. But we saw
the bear tracks and so we followed. I stayed a little
way behind looking for any sign of the bear.
Just as my Dad was ready to walk under a tall tree,
I saw the snarling, growling bear in it. So I screamed
and yelled at the top of my voice for him to get out of
the way. He got out of the way just in time, as the
bear leaped. The bear lunged again but by that time Dad
was behind the tree. So he quickly leaned the gun against
it, aimed and shot. Luckily he hit it in the head, because
if had wounded it it would have been madder than ever.
Well you can guess I never went through the woods
alone again. I went by way of the road.
THE STRANGE MEETING
by Judy Isaacs, Grade 3
The pig went down the road,
And he met a tree toad.
Said the pig, "Come with me."
Said the toad, "I’ll climb a tree."
The RIDDLES found on various pages of this issue of the
Bingham Beacon were furnished by Norman Coppola and Jim
Faulkner, Grade 5.
WERE YOU SCARED?
by Glory Stokes
"But which way?" scarcely could Jewel get the words
out of her mouth.
It was an awfully dark cave in Western Ethiopia.
"Let’s try that way," Marilyn tried to comfort Jewel,
for they were great friends. "Do you have a candle,
Glory?"
"Yes, here it is," I said pulling a small candle out
of my back pocket. "There go the matches."
There in the cave three lonely figures stooped down
to look for the matches.
Suddenly a loud shriek filled the air.
"Marilyn, Jewel, are you all right?"
"Y-Yes," Marilyn stuttered with a shiver.
Then a small cry was heard.
"Here are the matches," Jewel sobbed.
"Come, let’s explore," I whispered. "I’m excited.
You lead, Marilyn."
We opened one door, two doors, three doors, and ---
WHAT ARE YOU--doing here? thundered a voice.
Quick as a wink the candle was blown out and all
was quiet. We waited for awhile. Then the voice
boomed closer than before.
"I’ll club you if you don’t get out of here right
now."
There was a scampering of feet, and then quietness
fell over the cave.
"Well let’s try that way this time," whispered Jewel
after brightening up and thinking it was fun like all
the rest.
"Let me light the candle this time," I said smiling.
So off we went. A squeak and a loud crack disturbed
our quietness. Then a bang of a door and out went the
candles.
Sh-hhh. Be quiet Jewel," Marilyn hushed her.
"You’re to noise."
"I see alight and it’s coming from a door." Jewel
was jumping up and down as excited as could be. She
couldn’t keep still.
Slowly we edged ourselves to the door. Then the
door swung open and we went down the same passage we
had been in five minutes before. We ran to the door and
there to our surprise were steps leading to the ground.
When we got out, there it was--a small house right in
front of the mouth of the cave.
A BLACK CAMEL
by Jewel Wenger
Pontle, a little South American boy had a black
camel, and Pontle thought it was great to have a camel.
But his father thought it strange to have a black camel.
Pontle wanted everyone to see his camel. He even
had a name for it. His name was BLACKIE.
One afternoon after Pontle had gotten his camel
he asked his mother if he and Blackie could go for a
little walk up the mountain.
"Of course you may, son, but watch out for anything
that could harm you."
"Okay, Mom."
Off they gayly started. Just after he had gotten
out of sight of the house he heard a rustle in the bushes
and looked. Much to his surprise he saw his father lying
on the ground.
"Father, oh father!" cried Pontle.
"What?" said his father. "I came here about an hour
ago just hoping someone would come by and pick me up.
I fell and managed to drag myself here."
"Can you walk?" asked Pontle.
"No, Pontle, I can’t walk. You will have to help
me and let me ride your camel."
"Okay, anything."
Pontle made the camel get down and helped his father
on and they jogged home. Mother came running and kissed
her husband while he told her the story.
"Well hurry up and get into the house. Pontle, you
help him and I’ll go make some hot soup and make his bed."
Then Pontle brought his father into the house while
his mother helped him into a comfortable bed by the
heart, gave him some hot soup and bound up his leg.
"Hum, this is nice, and it’s all because Pontle
came along on his camel."
"Oh, no," said Pontle. It’s because Mother let
me go."
And they all had a good, long laugh.
******
A RIDDLE: Which animal carried the most baggage into
the ark? (The snail--he carried his house.)
AN INTERESTING PET
by Margaret Wenger, Grade V
One morning I woke up with the feeling that something
exciting was going to happen. Then I remembered that it
was my birthday. I went down stairs expecting to see some
presents at my place. But to my surprise I did not see anything.
Everyone sang "Happy Birthday" to me.
After breakfast my father said to me, "Come out to
the shed and see what we have for your birthday."
"My birthday!" I said. I did not think I was going
to get much for my birthday. But if it was in the shed
it must be something big. I tried to guess what it was
but I could not. My father said, "well come to the shed.
I will should you." So I went. When I got there, can
you guess what I saw?
I saw a little pony standing there eating hay. I
went over to him and patted him on the neck. I could
tell that he liked me already. My father said that I
should get ready for school. So I said "good bye" to my
pony and went to the house. I told my mother that I would
try to think of a name for him. On the way to school I
thought that since he was a white pony I would name him
Snow Ball. When I got to school everyone asked what I
got for my birthday. I said I got a pony and a red saddle
for him and had named him Snow Ball. I could hardly
do my school work because I was so anxious to ride Snow
Ball. When school was over I dashed out the door and ran
for home. I dashed in the door and threw my books on
the table and called and asked my mother if I could ride
Snow Ball. She said that I could but that I was not to
go near the road. I looked for father and when I found
him I asked him to put on Snow Ball’s saddle. He soon
had it on. He helped me on his back. It was fun riding
but the time went so fast. Soon mother was calling
me to go to supper. The supper tasted so good that night.
I guess it was because I was so happy. I liked my pony
very much and we were friends ever after.
MY BUNNY
by Judy Isaacs
I have a little bunny,
Her coat is white as snow.
She used to run fast,
But now she runs slow.
NEWS
by Norman Coppola
* At Bingham Academy there is a Stamp Club and Craft
Club, borth started by Mr. Wallace and going along
nicely.
* "George" or spaniel pet had to be shot due to rabies.
* "Peggy" was to old and is now replaced by Prince.
There are still three horses.
* New metal monkey bars (painted green) are a lot of fun.
* The old wooden monkey bars were rotten and had to
come down.
* The Hays arrived back in Dessie in January.
* Loren Bishop has a new baby sister.
* Lorna Braden arrived here on March 4th, 1958.
* Raymond Neal and his Daddy arrived on March 26th.
* Carol and Pete have a new baby brother named Jonathan
Dwight.
* There are over 1800 stamps int he Bingham Album.
* BINGHAM STAMP CLUB Has fifty-seven members which is
about 80% of the student body.
* Mr. and Mrs. Bonk are now living at Bingham Academy.
Mr. Bonk is building.
* Two new classrooms are expected for the September
to December term.
* A new house should be finished by Christmas.
* Dr. Helser visied Addis (and Bingham) in April and
May.
* The Swarts left for furlough on May 18th.
* "Uncle" and "Auntie" Kruger are leaving for Canada
in July.
* Miss MacDonald and the Zabels are expected in early
June.
* May 5th the whole student body visited the handicraft
display at the Technical School.
* Mr. Bishop took pictures of our activities and pro-
gramme we put on for Mr. and Mrs. Hay.
* High Award Winners for Field Day -- $2.00 Ethiopian.
Girls: Sr.-Gayle Swart, 16 points; Jr.-Lorna Braden, 16.
Boys: Sr.-John Haspels, 15 points; Jr.-John Russell, 13.
* Mr. Koop printed our new cover. Mrs. Koop made our
stencils for this issue.
* Field Day Jumps: John Haspels: 6’4 1/2; 11’2"; 26’7".
Chuckie Haspels: 7’2"; 14’ 4 1/2"; 31’5 1/2".
RADIO SHOW (Puppet Show)
Feature Recited by Operated by
Introduction - Radio
Radio Announcer Valerie Swart Kathy
Night Before Christmas All (choral) Dennis
Willie - a poem Kim Forsberg John Haspels
Accordion C Northey Dianne
Razor Strap - a poem Bruce Fellows Betty
Violin and Piano Dianne, Sharon Dennis, Bruce
Old MacDonald All (sung) Priscilla
Ma and the Auto - poem David Pitman Gert (car)
Fying Trapeze All (sung) Sharon, Glory,
Bruce
Best Fella - poem Norman Coppola David
Sailors Life All (sung) Dianne, Gwen
Clemenine All (sung) Barbara
Seeing Things - poem Dennis Betty
Rats (Pied Piper) Kathy and Group Gwen, David,
Barbara
Piano C Northey Bruce
Violin and Piano Dianne, Sharon Barbara, Bruce
Day After Christmas C Haspels Gayle
Accordion C Northey Jonathon
Jingle Bells - piano duet Dianne, Sharon Joy, Gwen
Finale
This "Radio Show" was put on the the night of the
Christmas programme. The children were very tired from all
the excitement of the day. Parents were here, and stayed
for supper afterwards. THEN the students of five, six,
seven and eight did themselves proud!
Everyone seemed to agree that it was definitely not
an anticlimax to the never-to-be-forgotten-day.
FIELD DAY ..... May 9, 1958
Winners (number of points given in brackets)
Girls, Ages 6-7.
Lorna Braden 16 Valerie Nunn 9
Christine W. 4 Marilyn R. 4
Judy Reimer 2 Jewel Wenger 7
Barbara N. 3 Marilee J. 8
Eunice R. 1 Jean Haspels 1
Lynn Emmel 5 Merry Swart 3
Helen Hay 1 Joy Balzer 2
Carol Lynn W. 1 Jehanna B. 1
Janice C. 2 Becky Stevens 1
Ruth Fellows 1
Girls, 10,11.
Glory Stokes (10), Gayle Swart (16) High Award Winner.
Margaret Wenger (5), Alice Jean Russell (1), Jno.H. (4)
Girls, 12 and over.
Valerie Swart (14), Sharon Barlow (9), Betty Wenger (10),
Kathy Pitman (3).
* * * * *
Boys, 6-7.
Chester Wenger, 9; Steven Faulkner, 8; Timmy Sperry, 5;
Jerry Healy, 4; Bill Harding, 2; Howard Black, 2; Peter, 1.
Boys, 8-9.
John Russell, 13; Loren Bishop, 7; Tommy Fellows, 7;
Ray Jones, 3; John Kayser, 3; Jim Sperry, 2.
Boys, 10-11.
Murray Black, 4; Harold Jongeward, 4; David Pitman, 5;
John Healy, 3; Norman Coppola, 4; Jim Faulkner, 4;
Rolf, 1; John Haspels, 15 ** Winner of the Day.
Boys, 12 and over.
Chuckie Haspels, 13; Kim Forsberg, 9; Jim Hay, 4;
Jonathan Bonk, 7; Dennis Ratzlaff (sprained ankle), 3.
John Haspels, 5 ( He entered both age groups).
A TRIP THROUGH EUROPE
by Dianne Donald (Feb.-Mar.,1958
On our way home from Ethiopia in March of this year
we had to go through Europe. In Khartoum we spent a day
or two with some other missionaries. In Cairo we saw
pyramids and the Sphynx, and the Egytian Museum. It was
all very interesting.
We all enjoyed our stay in Jerusalem where we saw
Christ's tomb, where He was crucified, where He was born,
the Mount of Olives, the Jordan River, the Dead Sea and
countless other things. When we were there little red
floweres were scattered all over the fields and it is
thought that they are the lilies to which Christ referred
in the Bible.
The remains of the Acropolis, Hadrien's Arch, Temple
of Zeus, and the Stadium gave us a very good impression
of Athens. The Acropolis is on a rocky hill in the middle
of the city overlooking the Mediterranean.
We flew by Viscount to Rome where we visited St.
Peters Cathedral, the Colossum, Panthion and hundreds
of other things. The Church of the Capuchins was very
interesting. Downstairs the rooms are full of the bones
and the skulls of over 4000 monks that are arranged in
clever patterns on the ceiling and around the rooms.
Some of the skulls are shiny from being kissed so often
by devout people.
From here we travelled by train to the English Channel.
We spent a night in Milan where we saw the original
painting of the Lord's Supper. The scenery was
beautiful through Switzerland. In Paris we looked at
Napoleon's Arch, the Arch of Triumph and the Eiffel Tower.
As we had been in London before we didn't see too
much there. We watched the changing of the guards and
visited Madame Tusand's Waxworks. Different figures of
importance may be seen there. They look very realistic.
When we were there we saw a figure of each of President
Eisenhouwer, Diefenbaker, Queen Elizabeth and numerous
others.
We sailed for New York from Southampton on the
"Queen Elizabeth". Except for a few mishaps we had a
lovely trip.
(Note: Dianne, Barbara and Stephen left Bingham the day
before Valentine's Day 1958. Dianne was leader of a Group
of LAC; Barbara was President until the time of
her going back to Canada.)
GREETINGS FROM THE B.A. STAFF
As I write these greeetings to you who once attended
Bingham Academy I wonder what you are doing now. Some
of you are attending high school in North America, or you
are doing well in nurses training, while others of you
are going to university.
North America does not have all of you, for some of you
are in Rhodesia, and others in Britain. Thank you for
writing to us. We rejoice when we get your letters. We
need your prayers. Besides praying for you individually
we pray for you at our family devotions on the 20th
of the month.
Philippians 1:6
A. Rashleigh
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