Calgary Normal School - Chinook Yearbook (Calgary, Alberta Canada)

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aatBiiafett W. C. McCALLA He, who in the love of nature Holds communion with her visible forms. Mr. McCalla and his father before him, not only loved plants but took delight in growing them to perfection. He attended school as a youth when not in the paternal conservatory. Leaving Ontario he became an Alberta soil student and philosophic farmer. He has collected and mounted specimens of most of the known Alberta plants. Of some species and sub-species he has had the joy of original discovery. He is no less a student of insect life. His photographic studies, slides and specimens show patient and critical research. This wealth of specimens, this variety of experience, and the maturity of his deductions, make his classes very inspiring. D. A. McKERRICHER D. A. McKerricher is another Ontario man. He was graduated from McMaster University and has taken post-graduate study at Stanford and Wash¬ ington Universities. He has served Alberta as High School teacher, Inspector of Schools, and Instructor in this Normal School. He makes La¬ tin pleasant to Summer School classes and History a romance to Normal students. A sharp at proportional representation and debating, he has initiated many students into these esoterics. A philosopher of sorts he cannot tell—- “Why are people’s eyes so blue?” DR. C. SANSOM Clarence Sansom comes from New Brunswick. He attended Normal there, received the B.A. degree from the University of New Brunswick and Ph. D. from the University of Chicago. The village all declared how much he knew ” He has served Alberta as Inspector of Schools and as Principal of the Edmonton Normal School. After psychology, his chief diversion used to be the fiddle, but now his soul finds its balm in the singing of the golf ball rather than in the music that whines “like a god in pain.” That is to say, it does if and when he connects. Dr. Sansom has been known to hold an opinion firmly and to make use of epigrams in defending it, but— He was kind, and if severe in aught. The love he bore to learning was in fault. J. M. SCOTT Joseph M. Scott came from Ontario originally, but most of Canada has claims on him. Queen’s in Ontario, McGill in Quebec call him theirs, he served on the staff of the Nova Scotia Normal College, and has been Instructor in Geography in this Alberta Normal School for several years. He is author of a helpful manual in Geography. As director of Practice Teaching, he is the epitome of system and keeps students and staff toeing the scratch, but, he himself “never scratched yet.” The thanks of the students and of the school are due him for the assistance and direc¬ tion he gives yearly to the staff of our excellent Year Book. G. K. SHEANE George K. Sheane, the only pure western male amongst us, was graduated from Manitoba Uni¬ versity. But he is far from being either wild or woolly. He may, indeed, be regarded as the wailing wall of the Normal School, for students find comfort on his broad shoulder. He has been instructor in Mathematics here since 1928. If there is one thing more than another, that Mr. Sheane delights in, it is possessing the confi¬ dence of students, the summer school, dancing, hockey, being on committees of management, reading and checking proposed text-books, Al¬ berta, Manitoba, and trips to the Coast. The mildest mannered man. SERGEANT SUTHERLAND Here is, indeed, an example of tirelessness and enthusiasm. There is nothing in student ath¬ letics that is too much for the Sergeant. His heart is truly in his work, whether it be class drill or basketball, or folk dancing. His powers of military discipline are displayed when be con¬ trols the library during tbe trying weeks of practice teaching, and his powers of organization are shown to best advantage when a picnic is held. Favorite occupation: Map reading. MISS CURRIE No library could have a more delightful presiding genius than Miss Currie. Her never-failing courtesy and helpfulness win for her an abiding place in students’ affections. There was a librarian, Miss Currie, Who was ne’er seen in hurry or flurry, She said, “Never fear. The book’s sure to be here.” The patient and helpful Miss Currie. MISS GILES Miss Giles is, indeed, a perfect secretary for she has never been known to make a mistake! The office where she holds sway is managed with quietness and ease -which is rarely equalled. In the midst of all her “business’ there is always time for the courteous word, the gracious smile and the helpful suggestion for those who are seeking assistance. MRS. VYSE Who is it that journeys throughout the halls Tacking up notices or telephone calls? Mrs. Vyse. By her dignity and faithfulness, Mrs. Vyse adds much to the office staff. Were it not for the ex¬ treme regularity. with which the decrees from head office are attached to the bulletin boards, there would often be dire confusion in our midst. PAGE TEN

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wstom The Normal Staff (DR. G. S. LORD) “Let us all praise famous men.” DR. E. W. COFFIN—Principal The Island fog that shrouded the initial appear¬ ance of Ernest Coffin soon gave way to clear sunshine, and he has been radiating sunshine ever since. He does frown occasionally, but even great Jove used to do that. Dr. Coffin is Jove-ial in several ways. He still has locks to shake; he looks as young as when we first knew him, and some of his cracks will snap for a long time to “He scarce could ope a lip Without there flew a quip.” Careful and critical in thought, he possesses the forte of saying the right thing. Dr. Coffin is a graduate of Dalhousie University, and received his Ph.D. from Clark University. He was appointed Principal of the Calgary Normal School in 1910. Long may he reign! MADAME ELLIS-BROWNE From England to Western Canada! ’Tis a long step, but we are all glad that our instructor in music decided to come. Otherwise there are many privileges which our school would have missed. Madame Browne’s devotion to her sub¬ ject is manifested by the infinite trouble she takes to bring the production to artistic rendition. The students this year, particularly those in the Operetta will find their lives happier because of that event, and to the end of their days will hum such intriguing tunes as: “I’m a Bold Irish Boy,” “Dear Isle of Erin,” “I’m a Dashing Major- General.” MISS R. CHITTICK Rae Chittick was born in Calgary and attended High School and Normal there. She was gradu¬ ated from John’s Hopkins Hospital, and took post graduate work at Columbia University. She joined this staff as Instructor in Health Educa¬ tion, and has vitalized that work in the schools of the province. Not only is she death on germs, but she is equally lethal on badminton shuttle¬ cocks that come to her side of the net. Three people have existed who had the power of smiling with their eyes while forming shrewd opinions of what you say—thus encouraged—one was Mona Lisa, the other two are Rae Chittick. Her heart is in her work and she wins Golden opinions From all sorts of people. MISS O. M. FISHER Olive Fisher came to the Normal staff from Ontario, handpicked by the Deputy Minister. A graduate of Chicago University, she is in large measure responsible for present methods of teach¬ ing reading in Alberta. For the excellent Friday afternoon programmes and the annual Normal School play, she deserves the many bouquets she has received. Miss Fisher is co-author of several primary reading books. She has never been known to make a disparaging remark, and is thought by the staff to have been the author of the statement that the Old Boy is at best per¬ sistent. Students gain much from her kindly Dulce ridentam, dulce loquenten. A. E. HUTTON Arthur Hutton, our talented instructor in Art, comes from England. He has a flair for the dramatic, and, when he tells a story, everyone takes time off and leans to hear. Mr. Hutton received training in Birmingham University, and took his M. A. degree ' at the University of Alberta. His Master’s thesis was the outcome of research in handwriting in Alberta schools. As Inspector of Technical Schools, he has made valuable contributions to technical education in this province. He’s little but he’s wise, He’s a terror for his size. DR. G. S. LORD G. S. Lord was born in Lord’s Cove, New Bruns¬ wick. He attended Normal School, Mount Allison University and Chicago University. Aside from moving his family periodically between Fort Saskatchewan, Calgary and. Edmonton, his life has been in the main peaceful. He discovered teaching procedures and has been conducting excursions and incursions into principles of method in the Edmonton and Calgary Normal Schools. He has served as principal of the Ed¬ monton Normal School, Inspector of Schools in the Lamont district, Calgary, and Edmonton, and is co-author of Number Highways. He was honored with the degree of LL.D. from IVfount Allison University in 1933. J. E. LOUCKS James Loucks comes from Ontario, a graduate of Queen’s University and Hamilton Teachers’ College. His Master’s degree is from the University of Alberta. He was Inspector of Schools at Vegreville until 1910, when he joined this staff. Like Esau he is a cunning hunter and scents the quarry from afar. Many a magnificent specimen of Alberta bird life adorns these halls as a result. Essentially a man’s man, he is keen for sport and and plays many games, and was this year President of the Calgary Curling Club. His students long remember his well-controlled voice and impressive manner in the reading of literary selections. PAGE NINE

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Angling for Business Mr. Cardigan strode briskly down the street. Confidence was expressed in his manner, and purpose in his bearing. Small wonder! Had he not been told, by the Chief, but two weeks previously, that as the crack salesman of Wholesale Grocers, the opportun¬ ity of landing the prize order of the year, was his. “Spark” Cardigan, who was very young, and very successful, smiled happily at this thought. Here was something big, and if he could put it over—well it opened untold possibilities. He paused in his stride, to smooth back his slick red hair, and momentarily lost a little of his confidence as he pushed open the door of George Reed, one of the largest retail merchants in Western Canada. Possibly you have never seen two hundred pounds of bulldog personality seated behind a desk, and chewing the butt of a cigar. Of a certainty the red haired salesman for Wholesale Grocers never had. Shown by a timid secretary into the spacious office of Mr. Reed, he gazed with mingled feelings of awe and approval at a man bearing as close a resemblance to a British bulldog, as it is possible for a man to affect. Massive head, powerful shoulders, short legs, and a homely face made peculiarly handsome, by a strong, square jaw, and a pair of piercing blue eyes. Well dressed and perfectly groomed; yet with a certain abruptness of manner, which would prevent the use of the term refined. Assuredly, thought Spark, his friends would have nicknamed him “Bull,” if they When offered a cigarette by the salesman, he gruffly refused by lighting his own cigar; and save for a non-committal grunt, or a question growled now and again, he took little part in the ensuing conversa¬ tion, so that at the end of half an hour, Mr. Cardigan was at a complete loss, as to whether he was wasting his time, or had landed the prize order of the year. Suddenly a door opened, and a girl tripped un¬ ceremoniously across the floor, till catching sight of the stranger, she checked herself, to become at once, both repentant and sedate. A good-natured smile spread over the counten¬ ance of the Old Man. He arose abruptly, introduced his daughter as Alice, and walked towards the door, as if to signify, that the interview was at an end, for the time being. Back in his hotel, a somewhat deflated, but un¬ daunted salesman, sat down to work out a campaign. Every man, he theorized, has his weakness, and as Alice is apparently the Old Man’s, there is the place to start. A salesman must entertain no scruples where business is concerned; besides if one can tell anything at all from outward appearances, the culti¬ vation of Alice should prove to be a highly enjoyable task. Having once decided on his plan, Spark again smiled happily, and reached for the telephone book. Now success favored Mr. Cardigan to such an extent, that two weeks later, he was able to boast of a somewhat similar weakness to that of Mr. Reed. In due course the time arrived, when he deemed it safe to broach the subject of his mission, in view of obtaining the daughter’s aid. Consequently, one even¬ ing, while comfortably seated on the chesterfield, he brought himself around to saying: “Alice, dear, don’t you think you could help me to secure that order from your father? It would mean so much to us.” “Oh, Spark,” replied the weakness somewhat uneasily. “I am so glad you mentioned it. I was just going to tell you that only yesterday, father gave his order to the Morgan Co. You see, I am engaged to one of their salesmen, and when I discovered who you were, we decided, that I should keep you busy, while he talked business with father. It was so sweet of you to help me out the way you did.” “You mean-!” Mr. Cardigan sputtered, gasped, then swallowed hard. He rose unsteadily to his feet, jammed his hat on his head, and walked slowly down the street. —RALPH R. BOUNDY, IA. ful about any load that they have to carry, especially when the load belongs to someone else. We can find joy in carrying every burden, if, while we bear it, we think not of the load, but of the happiness that awaits us at the end when we lay it down with the satisfaction of work well done. Appreciation is the key to knowledge , the key to art, to literature, and to good work. Mr. Hutton (distributing art papers and discuss¬ ing plucked eyebrows): How many haven’t any? Tilly (waves her hand frantically in the air): Mr. Hutton; I mean art papers, not eyebrows. PAGE ELEVEN