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

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14 The Analecta field till they reached a spot where the crop and woods met. For the next ten minutes, they tramped on without discovering a single racoon although their sharp whistle could be heard in the distance. Then of a sudden, Phil shouted that he had one. Now, these little animals on finding themselves discovered always climb a tree. So, Watt gave his father a club and after ordering him io hit the coon when he shook it off the limb, climbed the tree. However, Old Sam’s brain was still active, and realizing that, if he by any chance, should miss his prey, the boys would tease him ever¬ lastingly, he quietly exchanged the club for an axe. “Here he comes, dad! Watch! There he goes!” A dark object crashed through the tree limbs and the old man, with all possible pre¬ cision raised the axe into the air and bringing it down pinned the dark mass to the ground with a vicious stroke. In order to be sure that the coon was dead, he repeated the above operation with great deliberation. Watt climbed down and the two boys very seriously came to examine dad’s dead coon, when to their dismay they discovered that dad had used the axe instead of the club and a mangled piece of leather was all that remained of a pair of five dollar boots. Dad had won. Z. J. OLIVER, XIC. WHOOZE WHOO IN XIA Daisy Benbow—Care will kill a cat—therefore let’s be merry. Wilfred Bell—“The Alaskan”—the most famous hunter in C.C.I. Wilfred Beresford—Lions make leopards tame. Helen Brown—Is yon red glare the western star? Lucy Cooper—Blessed are the meek for they shall inherit the earth. Irene Chiswell—Don’t put too fine a point to your wit, for fear of its getting blunt. Betty Clark—Of manner mild, of affection gentle. Fred Cooper—He is rarely heard to speak. Arthur Cragg—Behold! Learned Cragg whose vast knowledge pre¬ serves XIA’s greatness yet. Dorothy Dingman—What I learned I have forgotten—what I know I have guessed at. Alva Drysdale—Whatever happens I shall be satisfied. Cecil Dawdy—I wonder exceedingly if I have done anything at all good? Frank Dickson—Taking everything into account he did very well. Enone Evans—If thou wouldst bluff bluff well, and thy teacher will not know. Lillian Tupper—Her talents are of the more silent class. Richard Wallace—Did nothing in particular and did it very well. George Waterman—There’s at least one in every school. (Apologies to Briggs.) Fred Webster—They say best men are moulded out of faults. Robert Winters—Think of your namesake Robert Clive. There’s still some hope for you.

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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

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The Analecta 15 Harry Gibson—If hot air was music he could crash the walls of Jericho. Jack Gillis—The founder of the school. Jack Higgins—We find it hard to believe in his innocence. Mary Hughes—Wisdom is better than rubies. Keith Huckvale—A big fish in a little puddle. Madge Irvine—A faint whisper, did someone speak. Joan Inglis—Calm and unruffled as the summer sea. Don Kepler—“Brilliant’’-ine at all times. Freddie King—Oh! Blissful youth. Pat Lang—He wears no man’s collar—not even his own. Margaret McNeil—Such a demure little miss. Keith Mitchell—Duty spurs him on. Hazel Roberts—Mild, modest and reserved. Muriel Sherring—Deeds not words. Helen Sorensen—A goodly record her’s, and yet more good in store. Walter Stilwell—A second Paavo Nurmi. Rosaleen Sykes—Who chooseth me shall yet get as much as he deserves. Margaret Sutherland—And such a tongue as I am glad I have not. Beatrice Staples—When it comes to style, that’s me. Helen Timms—And she was fair to look upon. CENTRAL COLLEGIATE HI-Y CLUB January 14, 1926, saw the organization of the Central Collegiate Hi-Y Club with Stan Cooper as Chairman, Bev Harris, Vice Chairman, and Ralph Rogers, Secretary-Treasurer. The object of the Club is to promote school spirit and interest through the co-operation with the various clubs and organizations in the school. Meetings have been held every second Thursday, with a monthly meeting at the Y.M.C.A. in connection with the Gamma Phi Club. As yet there has been no single line of activity the work being greatly varied. Pins and rings were obtained, jazz caps procured, social activities booked, boys’ basketball organized, theatre parties arranged, scouting clubs picked and the Analecta helped in more ways than one. Although the work has to date been of such a variety the club itself has a wonderful opportunity for service in years to come when through the ranks of the students newcomers can be welcomed and instilled with the proper interest in the traditions and life of the school. It would be great if the mosquitos would eat up all the weeds, and the weeds poisoned all the mosquitos. She: “We’ve just bought a Van Dyke.” Her: “That’s nothing, we’re going to buy a Chrysler.