Kelvin High School - Kelvin Yearbook (Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada)

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KELVIN ' S CULTURE CORNER OUR FUTURE ARTISTS LOOKS GOOD? TASTES GOOD, TOO A STITCH IN TIME SAVES NINE 1 iib i J 1 7 I It! kwi

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VALEDICTORY ADDRESS Delivered by Paul Henteleff at the Graduation Exercises on June 11, 1948 Dr. Willoughby, Col. Churchill, and Friends: J AM proud to have been chosen the vale¬ dictorian of this graduating class, but my pride is equalled by the pleasure I take in recalling the many facets of life at Kelvin. To appreciate our love for this school just listen to us singing our school song. In our voices you will hear heartfelt sincerity, for today we must say good-bye to that which has formed the core, the pur¬ pose, and the rhythm of our lives during the past two years. In the future we shall remember our high school careers lovingly, because we went to Kelvin, within whose red brick walls we spent our working hours at hand-carved desks, and without whose walls we played on spacious, muddy fields. One may ask what there is about our school that arouses such affection. Let us see. On entering her cherished portals, you are immediately impressed by the halls. Between periods you say see therein, lines of exemplary neatness. You may also ob¬ serve the forbidden gatherings about the water fountains, the cascading rushes to the gymnasium, the tasteful decorations, and the heaving floors. This, however, is only the physical Kelvin; this is not the Kelvin that educates us, the Kelvin that offers us many, many extra-curricular ac¬ tivities, nor is it the Kelvin that provides us with lasting friendship. Here at Kelvin we were offered a great variety of courses; we were prepared for higher education, for business, or for industry. Here we had the advantage of a large library, of well- equipped shops and laboratories, and of spacious detention rooms. During class¬ room activities we were occasionally en¬ tertained with transcribed music which leaked into our ivory tower from the out¬ side world through Kelvin’s modern ven¬ tilating system. In the field of sports we were offered an almost endless selection of activities. Who will forget our rugby team, our volleyball, basketball, and track teams, their successes and failures, their pictures in overwhelming array along the almost endless corridors? Who will forget the school opera, the timid try-outs, the practices beginning before the rise of sun and ending after it set? Who will forget the ticket sales, the rehearsals, the per¬ formances? We shall remember the school socials, not too numerous, but always suc¬ cessful. Few of us will forget any of these things, for this was school-life, one of our most treasured experiences. However, all our activities were not con¬ fined within the bounds of Kelvin School. One of the most significant of the activ¬ ities of Kelvin students was participation in Winnipeg’s newly formed, all-high- school newspaper, Interhighlites. Perhaps some of the happiest days at Kelvin were those on which we rested from the ardu¬ ous and engrossing activities of the past week, by slipping down in our desks be¬ hind our papers, which kept us up to date on sports, music, and, for the boys at least, the “shy guy’s” latest methods of winning girls of various types. A still more signi¬ ficant phase of school-life was the whole¬ hearted support of the Canadian Aid to Children’s Fund. Through this campaign we shared the responsibility of the com¬ munity and took our places beside millions of other Canadians as citizens of the world. In all our activities, athletic, artistic, and academic, our teachers and principal played a far more important part than we were often wont to admit during the year. Now, however, we sincerely thank them for being our coaches in all activ¬ ities, our Sesame to knowledge in the classroom, and our friends on the playing fields and outside the school. As we leave Kelvin, with all our cher¬ ished memories, I recall three words of the poet Catullus, three words which seem to summarize all our feelings on this day: “Ave et vale!” “Hail and jarewell!” Page Fourteen