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

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24 The Analecta GIRLS’ SPORTS Interest in any girls’ sports in our school is sadly lacking. In fact, the only sport the girls have is basketball, and supplemented by no other train¬ ing our basketball is not what it should be. There was a time when our scores in basketball against opponents read like a fairy tale—delightful for us. But now r ! It seems that our glory is all of the past, for our scores in 1930 games fill us with woe. There are many girls in our school from whom a good hockey team could be chosen. Yet there is not a vestige of interest shown in the form¬ ing of such a team. Therefore all our excellent girl skaters pass through their school life unacknowledged. Would not a Tennis club be an interesting project? Could not the girls form a baseball team in the spring? An abundance of athletic ability is to be found in C.C.I. girls, yet this talent is wasted so far as school sports are concerned. Wake up, Centrallites, and stimulate some keen interest in girls’ sports! M.S.—XIIA. “YOUTH” “The old order changeth, yielding place to new”—and as one group of students pass out into the world’s great field of activities, another advances to seek a higher standard of knowledge. But as this later group is pre¬ paring itself to follow the footsteps of its contemporaries, let us turn to the group that has just entered the world. This body of ambitious, inexperi¬ enced youths face new adventures, new difficulties, new ideals. Their child¬ hood days have passed—they are now the roots of a new civilization, the future is theirs—they must enter it with courageous hearts and deter¬ mined minds. For many past years they have been taught the wisdom of the world and now they must face the world with that wisdom. To them it appears to be a strange and interesting adventure, but in reality it is a long, hard fight. There is bound to be countless ups and downs, successes and failures. Those who prepare themselves thoughtfully and advance slow but determined shall succeed, but th ose who enter the world with a light and carefree attitude shall in the end be carrying a burden. Those who are instructing our youths today as to Their future, were the youths of yesterday; and so life passes on. Here’s to our youths of today who stand on the threshold of life—those who are about to conquer the world’s obstacles and who we hope shall! Henry B. Valleau.

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The Analecta 23 “I am going to do all in my power to help the fellow above me—the fellow whose responsibilities are greater than mine, whose duties are more exacting, whose planning is more important, whose vision has a wider range, whose time is in greater demand, and upon whose shoulders rests a heavier burden. I shall do this whether I am at the bottom of the ladder and the fellow higher up is immediately above me, or on the topmost round. In doing this, faithfully and ungrudgingly, I believe I shall be most likely to help myself. “I know frankly that this seems to be a reversal of the time-honored admonition to give a helping hand to the fellow lower down. But it is nothing of the sort. I do not intend to lessen my sympathetic interest in the fellow below me simply because I plan to show keener interest and a more alert sympathy for the fellow above than I have shown in the past. Rather, it seems to me, my interest in the man below will be increased by reason of my better directed interest in the man above; and if the man below follows my example, I shall be a beneficiary of his reawakened inter¬ est and effort, thus adding to my capacity to give helpful service and to pass it along the line clear to the top.” It’s this co-operation that they all claim we young people lack. So let’s surprise them and co-operate to the very best of our ability. —G.M.R. EDUCATION Unto what heights are we consciously striving; towards the realizatior of what ideals do we labor? We ask ourselves continually, “Do our studies lead directly to the fulfillment of these hopes, or should we be following a more practical education?” We challenge the theory strongly that success in life is the direct re¬ sult of book-learning. We would not have our students confined to the narrow bounds of two covers. It is true that knowledge in itself is nothing if with it there is not a knowledge in the affairs of the world about us. To compile a knowledge like the former, but not being able to apply it, of what use is it? Yet though this be true, our academic training must not be neglected. Often students are heard to say “What good will Science or Literature ever do me. I don’t intend to earn my living with them.” True, but that is not the object of Academic training. Though Science and Literature will prob¬ ably reap us no direct returns, ye t much is gained. With it comes the power of concentration and the appreciation of good books, so that one is better enabled to acquit himself creditably in the hours of leisure he may follow in later life. So in our curriculum, men successful in life have endeavored to combine that which will be profitable to our general advancement. To realize our ideals, this book knowledge is very essential; our books should be used not merely to teach us a trade in life, but as counsellors and treasured friends; allies in the task of achieving- a really creative education. —L.G.—XIIA.

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The Analecta 25 THE FIRST DOLLAR I EARNED For nearly two hours of the previous day I had worked, trying to clean a particularly dirty yard—so filthy in fact, that I wouldn’t have attempted cleaning it, except that it was a big enough job to net me at least a dollar. When at last I had finished, the lady who had asked me to do the work came out, smiling sweetly, and said, “Thank you, my lad. Here is ten cents.”—I was mad. I had good reason, but that didn’t change things. I was still mad. And every gopher I saw made me madder. I would shoot one, and turn around to see another defiantly “peeping” at me, and the more I shot the thicker they came out “peeping” derisively it seemed. It made me see red. I tramped around throwing shells everywhere and any¬ where, as long as I thought they might knock the impudence out of some of those taunting gophers. Strange to say, most of them did. When I cooled down I discovered that I was in possession of more than forty car¬ casses. That settled things. I couldn’t help being in good humor when I found that for the first time since I had started shooting gophers, I had in one trip earned over a dollar more than my expenses.—J. G.—XC. FORSAKEN The night is dark, the path is long, The blasts rage fierce in a ngry song; With threatening swell from mighty sea, Look yonder how the billows roar, Rush in and break on darksome shore. 0 Traveller, come and rest with me! Far hast thou come from lands unknown, No friendly eyes on thee have shone, All lost, alone, where wilt thou be? With only moon and stars to guide Within some lonely dell to hide. 0 Traveller, come and rest with me! Wait not for now the storm is here, And little else there is to fear, I take thy hospitality. The great door clangs, the bolts are shot, The storm shrieks on but all for naught. 0 world-worn Traveller, rest with me! —F. Fraser. FARMER WHITEBEARD MUSES What a pity the chickweed don’t hatch out a chick. An’ the milkweed ain’t good as a cow; That the bull-thorne, tho’ running all over the field, Don’t fu rnish a beefsteak somehow. With prices as high as the air it’s a shame. I’d be as rich as old Croesus—but what’s in a name? —Dorothy McDougall—XA.