Alberta Normal School - Aurora Yearbook (Edmonton, Alberta Canada)

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10 EDMONTON NORMAL SCHOOI. The liberal-minded Edmund Burke, speaking a century and a half ago, said, “There is but one law for all, namely, that law which governs all law, the law of our Creator, the law .of humanity, justice, equity—the law of nature and of nations.” So should we of the present generation speak, if we would “keep the faith”. Respect for the law connotes self-discipline, the achievement of which is a cardinal function of education. To this end we today order the work of the classroom. We place upon those in our charge the onus of decision on ques¬ tions of personal conduct and responsibility proper to their stages of maturity. It is fitting, then, that those who lead should be prepared to teach, by ex¬ ample, the true meaning of self-discipline. It may be required of some that they leave the comfort and security of civilian life for sterner duties. In this spirit three members of the staff undertook new responsibilities during the Fall term, joining His Majesty’s forces for the duration. We had just come to know and respect the soldierly Mr. Dunlop, the thoroughness of whose instruction had already made its mark; the dynamic Mr. Doucette, who could turn his “hands” with equal facility and ability to work in any field; and the kindly Mr. Jonason, whose sound knowledge of modern educational practice had won our admiration. All too soon these guides, counsellors, and friends were called from our midst. We have missed these gentlemen, and our hope is that future Normal classes may enjoy over a longer period the benefits of their wide experience. To these absent ones we say, “God speed, and a safe return”. “THE NORMAL SCHOOL CLASS OF 1941-42”.

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AURORA, 1941-42 STAFF Edmonton NORMAL SCHOOL

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AURORA, 1941-42 flu-RGvoiR onD Bonn ounce (GOOD-BYE AND GOOD LUCK) Today I’m get de hurry call, for goin’ Winnipeg, For helpin’ all dis war along; about all dat, nut said. An’ so I’m have for cancel test, in Mathematics Class, I’m sure de student feel it bad, so worry ’bout de pass. An’ so I’m write de lettle stuff, before say au-revoir, An’ tell you all, ma frens rite here, before go tru’ dat door She’s not so aise say good-bye, to people in dis school, Becos’ all roun’ ees fellowship, an’ dat’s be sure de rule. De fader of dees familee, he’s Lord of all, we see, An’ if you tink sometam he’s got, stern face, you’re tellin’ me Well, I am say, beneat’ dat face, ees heart dat’s soft, dat’s true, Hees lovin’ every one of you, I tink hees love me too. In hees office on upper floor, dis boss de school is foun’ Hees knowin’ everyting goes on, from top floor to de groun’, Hees run, dees Normal School machine, jus’ lak de engineer. You’re only in de school short tarn, but soon you’re lakin’ heem. But hees have help for run dees job, two secretaires, dey’re wise Miss Smith and Mrs. Trout tak cash, de bills of any size. Dey’re always frenly to us all, no matter how busee, An’ always try for show de smile, not always so eazee. An’ on,e fine lady too ees here, she’s tend de English class, Sometam have curl upon de head, she’s look jus’ lak young lass. She’s knowin’ more ’bout enterprise, dan all in province, oui! Dat lady’s Dr. Dickie, yes; she’s special fren of me. Dere’s, lady cornin’ from Cow Town, where cowboy tak.de drink, Dey drink it out de bottle, yes, dat stuff it mak you blink. An’ w’en dees lady’s cornin’ nort, dees part of Alberta, She’s having very fines’ trick, for sing de doh, re, fa She’s havin’ kin,’ o’ clothes rack stan’, wit’ bottle; hangin’ down, Dere’s something in dem bottles too, it look lak whiskey blanc. Dem bottles are for mak’ de tune, Mrs. Higgin show you how, For makin’ music wit’ dat stuff, in music class, I vow. An’ Mr. Manning’s one fine fren’, hees English gentleman, Sometam hees geev me good advice, eet’s need b,y younger man. He’s Social Studies expert man, he’s artist too you know, Dat’s why he’s makin’ such fine chart, I’m sure you say dat’s so. An’ n.ex I’m tole of special fren, mean very moche to me, Hees hair is white jus’ lak de snow, I’m call him George you see. I’m work wit’ heem in Camrose town, hees name ees Haverstock, No better fren upone dees worl’, dat’s takin’ on whole lot. Dere’s tall beeg feller on dees staff, black hair and tan on skin, Hees steppin,’ out upon dees halls, outside and soon in gym. He show you how for mak keeds strong, for livin’ all tru life. He’s showin’ girls for get strong too, so makin’ fine good wife.