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

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The Analecta 25 XIC -Continued Ruth Walsh—Another girl who has a brother in the same room but it doesn’t seem to limit her actions. Yet at duty’s call she is fair and unflinching. Grammar genius. Georgina Dunlop—And always do our hearts with pleasure dance, when we thinkT of thy sunny countenance. Phyllis Steel—She certainly is not fragile. Marion Leak—Very quiet, but likable. lone Williams—Imported from XIA so is rapidlv improving in knowledge. Margaret Butler—Can be described as calm, tall and impressive. Alfreda Berquist—If to her share some female errors fall, look on her face and you’ll forgive them all. Archie Aiken—Is our rugby star of whom we’re very proud. Gordon Lewis—If hot air was electricity he would be a power house. He is luminous for notes from several girls in XIC. Stuart Tonley—A student concise and consistent, quiet and accommodating —a regular fellow. Clayton Crane—Says little, but says it often. Freeman—Fills his place in the class as no one else could. We would only be 41 without him. Jimmy Rae—A nice little guy—laughs at every teacher’s joke whether he sees it or not. Jack Martin—Seldom heard from but present just the same. Murry—Quiet but obliging. Robe—Occupies a back seat and certainly makes use of all the opportunities. Barker—Chief pastime—arguing with the teachers. Moore—The time is yet to come when he gets to school on time. Mannix-—Sheik of XIC. Ambition—to be popular with the girls. Dan—Weep not, my school mates, dear, I am not dead—just sleeping here. Stiernaught—Our “petit eleve Francais” delights in teasing the girls some¬ times. Baker-—Does my “Scotch” confuse you? The only clever boy in the room—with the exception of the rest. WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF— Gladys Ross and Nellie Brielsman didn’t talk in Latin period? Edith Seville won the half mile dash? Ruth Walsh did not get in an argument with Mr. Dunlop in grammar period? Audrey Anderson received less than 10 notes per period? Agnes King couldn’t blush? Dorothy Small could answer a question? Pearl Rabidau stopped grinning? Gordon Lewis took the same girl home from a rugby game twice? Pat Parker played hooky? Jimmy Rae knew his latin? Phyllis Steel ran? —XIC.

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24 The Analecta XIB —Continued Nancy Hamilton—Where’d you get those eyes? Irene Twidale—I only think of noble men. Marion Ingham—Love thy neighbours as thyself. Harold Grevett—Heaven helps those who help themselves. Malcolm Peck—He is one of those unfortunate individuals who are always in trouble. Jack Langston—Lord God of Hosts is with me not, For I’ve forgot! For I’ve forgot! Parker Harris—Blessed is he who expected detentions for he will not be disappointed. Ronald Harris—A February face, so full of frost, of storm, of cloudiness. Keith Monroe—He hath a heart as sound as a bell, and his tongue is the clapper thereof. Elmer Herring—A lass so neat with smile so sweet, Has won his right good will. William Hillocks—Weep not for me my classmates dear, I am not dead, but sleeping here. Willis Gross—One of his many good qualities that comes to my mind is his modesty. Erith Smith—If she be not fair to me, what care I how fair she be. Genivieve Tigh—-Who chooseth me shall get as much as he deserves. Margaret McDermid—Her blue eyes sought the west afar, for lovers love the western star. Thomas Mckee—Never had master a more humble, more docile pupil. Bernice Venine—What ever with the past has gone, the best is ever yet to come. GOING THROUGH XIC Nellie Brielsmen—With happy smiles and merry face she chases gloom from every place. Patricia Parker—And still our wonder grew—that one small head could carry all she knew. Vernona Potts—Her hair is yellow; Her eyes are blue; At doing her lessons she always is true. Audrey Anderson—Good things come done up in small parcels. Hails from Manitoba. Gee, I think I’ll move there!!! Hilda Eddy—Pretty, with eyes that bewitch. But the day is yet to come when she is not tired. Miss Rabideau—Believes that silence is golden and rarely breaks the spell. Annalee Crane—Always has a smile for everyone and you never see her temper ruffled. Has a brother in same room so her actions are limited. Ella Stuart-—She has one supreme virtue—quietness. Lillian Wallace—If silence is golden she must be a pauper. But she’s a snappy kid. Keeps all the boys going—especially Mannix. Miss Seville—Extremely proud of her name. Ambition—learn to dance. Flora McTavish—To know her is to love her—both for her personality and beauty. Thelma Fox—Her only purpose in school is to answer the door, but she’s a charming maid with a winning smile. Gladys Ross—I chatter, chatter as I go. Francis Hamlin—A silent stillness reigns supreme. Dorothy Small—Maiden with the big brown eyes, like the dusk of evening skies. Agnes King—A noble heart that harbours virtuous thoughts.

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26 The Analecta “FOR I DIPPED INTO THE FUTURE” The evening breeze wafted the sweet-smelling scent of refining oil through my open window . The silvery moon beams cast dancing sprites of quivering rays as they filtered through the glistening, crystal-hung branches of the fir- trees, and shone in fantastic array on the shining, snow-covered floor of my garden. The Analecta was out at last. I had just come home from the Senior Literary Society debate on the “Yellow Peril,” and was really resting for the first time in two weeks. As I sat there in my window, I came under the mysterious spell of the moon (not love—this time). I seemed to be sinking, sinking. The whole world was sinking, sinking through time! Vaguely I remembered some¬ thing Mr. Woodman had told us about the fifth dimension. My alarm clock ticked faster and faster. The hands moved like those at the Universal Film Exchange which claim “Paramount Pictures make time fly.” The moon sank faster than Helen McKenzie sank in the Crystal Swim¬ ming Pool. It became daylight. Yet scarcely did the light last two seconds. The sun sped across the sky faster than “Rube” Gardiner doing the hundred yards. For a long time the sun chased the moon around the earth in a game of tag. It was like a cat trying to lick molasses off its tail. Finally they stopped, all tired out, with the sun on top. Looking from my window, I was struck with amazement; for where my garden had been, now stood a huge automobile factory, with a big sign on the roof, reading: “Ask to see the Taylor Bros.’ New Twin Twelve Speedster, 1941 Model.” Fifteen years had passed!! Well, I walked outdoors and down what had once been Eighth Avenue, but was now Higgins Avenue, after the new Canadian Senator of that name. I felt strangely out of place. My 1927 “Colleen Moore” sports dress seemed old-fashioned when compared with the new Honolulu Straw Dresses, which signs in the nineteenth floor window of Waterman’s Emporium told me had been imported by Mile. Irene de Marcie, dressmaker de luxe. At the corner of Higgins Avenue and Webster Road was a gigantic theatre, Pat Lang’s “Eyeopener.” Multi:olored posters (by Mary Hughes, sign painter) told me that Miss Lenor Brairesness, concert violinist, was on the bill for the week. The movie featured Marjorie McAsh (legally Mrs. Douglas Fairbanks, Jr.) in A. Sin ' .lair Abel’s screen vsrsion of “Abie’s Irish Rose” (Still running!) Looking through the glass entrance, I saw Reuben Gardiner, in a nice plum- colored uniform, taking tickets. How the town had changed in fifteen years! They were even paving Tenth Avenue and some said that the sidewalks along Eighth Street were cleaned once every winter at least! The fo intain in Mewata Park had water in it—except during rugby and baseball games—and the clock on too of Daniel’s Radiator Company (now controlled by Taylor Bros.) was only fifteen minutes wrong. Frederick Cooper, manager of the Calgary Municipal R. R. Company, told me that sometimes the South Calgary and Red Line cars made connections at Eight Street and Higgins Avenue; that is, if Conductor Waines wasn’t in a hurry to get home to lun ' .h. And so things went. Madge Irvine and Lorraine Ritchie were in the undertaking business and said they “hoped business would be good.” The law firm of Hillocks and Herring was practising (yes, they need the practise alright) and rumor had it that Doctor McLaren was about to consolidate with the Irvine and Ritchie Company. I found Emerson Borgal shining shoes at “Ye Olde Countrye Barber Shoppe” where Mrs. Emerson (formerly Miss Beatrice Anderson of Delia) was head manicurist; Layton Gardner was slinging hash at the Club Cafe and Isobel Cooper was still in the synthetic ink business. “Reggie” Foulds and Peggy were married and extremely happy, raising chickens on their farm near Okotoks and Reggie preaches at the Okotoks Pres¬ byterian church on Sundays.