Central Collegiate Institute - Analecta Yearbook (Calgary, Alberta Canada)

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12 The Analecta with the unfolding of different social conditions and with the influx of races of widely different ideals and attainments. In our own time the “bookworm” and the “grind” have ceased to command much attention from our practical age. The demand for well- equipped men or women with a broad, sane outlook on life, has given a different coloring to our school systems. And yet perhaps in this very breadth of action may be a possible danger. For there is no such thing as standing still. The student of today needs to have experience in virile scholarship which comes only from intensive application to some problem in which he has interest. Concentrated and intensive study will lead a student to assume the attitude of the learner. Knowledge with him be¬ comes a truly absorbing passion, something to be held far above mere material reward—though that too may enter later. The student who comes to class with no ambition for excellence in scholarship and develops no such ambition during his school life is the more susceptible to baneful influences which tend to pull him down rather than to uplift him. At bis best he is but a drifter coming into class because his pal docs and remaining away for the same reason. To this end every student should as early as possible show a marked interest in some subject or group of subjects and develop special pro¬ ficiency in that line. Here is something of intrinsic value, something of permanent worth. “Nothing,” says a prominent educator, “gives more assurance of moral stability than dee]) interest in some department of learning.” The years of early adolescence are most favorable for nurtur¬ ing this interest for the student in high school is capable of more mature thinking than heretofore while retaining the enthusiasms of early man¬ hood or womanhood still undampened. Let us do many things—if we can. But let us first of all learn to do a selected few things well, rather than many things indifferently. And the result is worth while. The dividends of the scholar’s profession are things of permanent value, measured in terms of culture, breadth of knowledge, clearness of mental vision, and to crown all the satisfaction of being engaged in an absorbing, worth-while pursuit. R. B. F. DAD WINS-! It was a beautiful moonlight September evening in Old Ontario. From the golden cornfield, through the shadows came the quivering “Ou u u u oo.” of that little animal known as the raccoon. In the stable doorway, stood two youths in serious conversation. For several moments there was a thoughtful silence, then one exclaimed: “I’ve got it, Phil, listen—z z z z z z z when dad comes out blusterin’ round and swearin’ that he’s agoing with us, we’ll say, Alright dad, we’re mighty glad to hev you, then for the fun. Ha! Ha! He’ll never want to go on another coon hunt with us!” More whispers and then a plan was decided upon. They scarcely had time to compliment each other upon their extremely brainy plan

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The Analecta ll education in its best sense and so is preparing herself to live for her country although she may not be called to die for it. We do not wish Mary to build huge edifices of marble and precious stones to delight only the exterior eye. These might do much good and give much pleasure but some day they will be no more. We, her fellow students wish her to build up her sacred temple of character. In this way she will bequeath to the world her influence. This influence falling day by day on her schoolmates and all with whom she comes in contact will produce good that will never die. C.C.I. SCHOLARSHIPS Below we give a list of C.C.I. graduates who have won the Bennett, McKillop and I.O.D.E. Scholarships in recent years. These successes should serve as a stimulus to future classes entering our walls. 1922 Bennett Scholarship— Marshall Edward Manning, Grade XII. Donald Simmons, Grade XI. Leslie Lillian Calder, Grade XI. 1923 Bennett Scholarship— Leslie Lillian Calder, Grade XII. George Stanley, Grade XI. 1923 Archie McKillop Scholarship— Phyllis Collins, Grade XI. 1924 Bennett Scholarship— Isabel Lan dels, Grade XII. Wilbur B. Chellis, Grade XI. 1924 Archie McKillop Scholarship— Eva Kerslake, Grade XI. 1925 Archie McKillop Scholarship— Doris M. Field, Grade XI. 1925 I.O.D.E. Tan-nis-uk Chapter— Mary Louise Evans, Grade XI. THE SCHOLARSHIP NICHE The history of education is to a lesser extent the history of the pro¬ gress of ones own community. What its people are thinking and assimi¬ lating from books and magazines and colleges and many and varied forms of learning is the keynote of their standards of tomorrow. And in this sense the educationalist is a true to life painter working not with pen or brush but with the more elastic pigments of thought and leaving his indelible imprint upon the canvas of the mind. In the Greek world the threefold unity of physical, mental and aesthetic ideals revealed to them the measure of the well-rounded indi¬ vidual. In the middle ages the demand for the purely physical restricted to the monastries the pursuit of the higher learning. And so the pendulum swings now to one side, now to the other. Each deal of the bygone centuries has had its specific value, each had its day and ceased to be

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when the barnyard gate swung open with a ghostly creak and Old Sam, “the community’s loud-speaker,’ issued forth. “Well boys, yer ol’ dad is here, and I’ll tell ye that he can tree more coons in one month than you’d tree in a year. Come now, you needn’t look so glump, ’cause I’m a-goin’ with you tonight and there’s no gettin’ away from it.” “Sure, dad. We’ve bin sayin’ that it ud be no fun without you. Hurry now, we’ll take the milk to the house. Mind, we’re leavin’ as soon as the seperatin’ is done.” Fifteen minutes later, the little party started up the lane that led past the corn field to the woods. Watt was wearing a new pair of five dollar high-top leather boots, which he had bought in town that after¬ noon. Old Sam was so busy planning in his mind how he was going to show his boys a thing or two about coon hunting that he didn’t notice the smothered laughter nor the elbow nudging of the boys, who were greatly pleased with the prospects of the evening. They climbed the old rail fence and cut through a corner of the co rn