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

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The Analecta 17 OUR 1927 SCHOOL CONCERT One of the most interesting events in the school history for 1927 was the Annual Concert presented entirely by student talent. When the request passed around the school about the beginning of March for artists to give their assistance towards arranging a worth-while entertainment, our school spirit was not found lacking and many responded to the call. The result was that the students gave a concert on Monday, March 28, 1927, in St. Andrew’s Presbyterian Church, and repeated the same in our Assembly Hall on the evenings of Tuesday and Wednesday, March 29 and 30, respectively. Nor were the artists’ endeavours the only evidence of our school spirit for an auditorium filled to the utmost with a sea of enthusiastic faces greeted the performers as the curtain was drawn aside each evening at 8 p.m. The fine program consisted of a farce, “The Fatal Quest,” by twelve senior students and four selections from our C.C.I. orchestra, which was especially deserving of mention. Vocal and instrumental numbers, as well as readings, dances and speeches, were contributed by Peggy Menzies, Fairy Muttart, Beryl Daniels, Jean Wonnacott, Peggy Mackay, Mary Hughes, Marjorie Hardy, Edith Seville, Muriel Oliver, Margaret Smith, Muriel Sherring, Jean Anderson, Betty Buckley, M. Galbraith, Amy Bow- ker, Dorothy Bennett, Vera Christie, M. Earle, Misses Coates and Hagel, Zella Oliver, Alice Howson and Gordon Withell, Wedgewood Robinson, Fred Bermingham, Arthur Buckley, Don Kepler and Tom Scrace. —Z. OLIVER, XIIA. A “NINER’S” IMPRESSIONS OF HIGH SCHOOL I always liked Public School. There was, as a rule, plenty of fun and companionship to be had at any time, while there was always plenty of work to keep one occupied. However, when I entered on my last Public School year, I felt secretly happy that next year I would be able to start a new life at Central Collegiate as a “niner.” The first day of September, nineteen hundred and twenty-seven, arrived at last. My great ambition was finally to be realized, and my joy over this fact knew no bounds. On reaching C.C.I. I knew at once that every¬ thing was going to be interesting, fascinating. And so it has proved. What a difference a variety of teachers made to the enjoyment of the work. You know teachers are sometimes the cause of one’s sleepiness in class or of one’s alertness. Any student will understand perfectly the meaning I wish to convey, and I am sure they all feel that this variety of teachers is a great asset to the working of their feeble minds. All the new subjects made me wish to work harder, that I might learn about them. All had a certain fascination—Geometry, with its intricac¬ ies, made especially interesting by Mr. Asselstine; Scienc e, with its obser¬ vations and experiments; Algebra, with its x-y-z’s faithfully explained by Mr. Robinson, and French, with its “Bon jour, mademoiselle.” Detentions impressed me as being rather bothersome, and so far as I have heard, students, at least, agree with me. As for 1 the teachers, I doubt very much if they enjoy keeping us poor things in after 4 o’clock to give us a lecture or five hundred lines to write.

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16 The Analecta RUGBY BANQUET What happened to the Rugby Banquet ? This question is at the present moment predominant in the halls of C.C.I. Yes, indeed, what did happen to it? A number of Grade XII girls went to Dr. Hutchinson about it. They felt that the traditions of C.C.I. ought to be kept up and the rugby boys rewarded for their hard work and good sportsmanship. Dr. Hutchinson, however, thought that as there was very little rugby this year, the season not being finished, and sports not being held this fall there was no need. Something had to be dropped this year because of the epidemic, and as there was to be an Analecta the Rugby Banquet had to go. Needless to say next year’s Grade XII girls will have one next fall and you’ll make up for ours, won’t you, girls? However, thei’e has been a suggestion of having a Hockey Banquet this year instead. What do you think of it, girls? —SYLVIA KIRBY. THE SCHOOL SPIRIT OF C.C.I. “C.C.I. hasn’t any school spirit at all.” This is what students are say¬ ing. Has she any? If she hasn’t, whose fault is it, and why? Don’t you think school spirit is up to the students themselves? I do, and you would too, most likely, if you thought it over. Really C.C.I. has school spirit, otherwise who would care to buy rings, pins, jazz caps and so loyally stand up for the royal purple and gold? You might say: That is just sentiment, a reminder of school days. If so, why not take other colors and other schools? Yes, C.C.I. has school spirit. We find it everywhere, in the loyalty of the rooters at the many rugby games turning out even in stormy weather and in the persistence of the Analecta staff. Everywhere an Analecta sign meets you and makes you start guiltily if you have not yet handed in any contributions. If C.C.I. hasn’t school spirit, why don’t you go to work and make some. Help your school spirit by not waiting for the other fellow to start. Start something yourself. A Word to the IX’s and X’s C.C.I. has many traditions to be kept toward maintaining good school spirit. First of all, that of scholarship students. C.C.I. has a right to be proud of her scholarship students; then, too, C.C.I. has always ranked high in sports—rugby, basketball and hockey. She is noted for her Cen¬ tral Grads. Indeed C.C.I. is a famous school. It is you, Grade IX’s and X’s, who must keep her famous. We can’t do more for we graduate all too soon from “Good old C.C.I.” As MacRae says : “To you . We throw the torch Be yours to hold it high.” Thus we leave the question of C.C.I.’s school spirit safely in your hands!

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18 The Analecta It was, and is, the greatest relief imaginable to be able to go into school without having to march under the eye of a teacher until safely in the room. I shall never cease to be grateful for this—to me—decided privi¬ lege. Altogether High School seemed to present few real difficulties, and I was perfectly satisfied to remain as a member of the great student body of C.G.I. until my course should be finished. This feeling has lasted until now, in February, 1 am writing these impressions for the Analecta. THE GIRLS’ PHYSICAL DRILL At C.C.I. we have physical drill every morning. The girls take drill in their own rooms under the supervision of one of the lady teachers or girls. It is just the best practice we could have to exercise our muscles, to de¬ velop our constitutions and to supply healthful recreation. Sitting cramped up in our desks all morning does not improve our youthful dimples and happy smiles, but makes us grouchy and tired. We all long just to stretch “miles and miles.” Now drill gives us that desired stretch among many other things. It stimulates our nerves, re¬ laxes our minds and gives us more “pep” so that we return to our books with renewed energy. Having no recesses at C.C.I. drill gives us a short intermission which is employed usefully, helpfully To vc h - Down . and healthfully. This is really an experiment which Dr. Hutchinson is observing with keen interest. Its success depends on the support of the students. All the girls who superintend the rooms commend its continuation; still your support is needed for its ultimate success. The teachers and girls who supervise the rooms are: Grade IX—Miss Field. Grade XA—Helen James. Grade XD—Pa¬ tricia Parker. Grade XC—Dorothy Ford. Grades XB and XE—Beth Carscallen. Grades XIA and XIIA—Zella Oliver. Grade XIB—Betty Landells. Grades XIC and XID—Marian MacKay. Grade XIIB—Marjorie Kells. —MARY CURRIE. A GRADE TWELVER’S REFLECTIONS ON HIGH SCHOOL LIFE Grade Twelve — the last year of High School — and in a few short months most of us will leave the dear old halls of C.C.I. for ever. Pleasant thought ? Well, perhaps—no more homework, no more detentions, no more exams—but, on the other hand, no more school hikes or dances or rugby games—no more waving the purple and gold banner at the hockey games and cheering the team to victory with the time-honored “Old Locomotive.” Graduation means breaking old ties and forsaking familiar scenes for new friends and new surroundings. It means that we are nearly grown up and that we must get out into the world and accept our responsibility. Except for those fortunate ones with a University career in view the future is a great big black place and, when June comes, we won’t be very joyful to think that school days are done.