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

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ten THE ANALECTA Vcde ictosUeA, All good things must come to an end. That is life. As the school year draws to a close, and the dreaded “finals” come nearer, we realize almost with a shock, that very soon now, we shall be saying “good-bye” to C.C.I., and in times characterized by such world-shaking upheavals, we have no assurances that we may ever see it again. We are graduating in this year of 1941, and so the first, and perhaps the most pleasant chapter of pur eduactional careers is all but complete. Nor is it possible for us to sever those bonds that have linked this year’s graduating class to each other and to Calgary’s oldest and finest High School, without feeling a touch of sad¬ ness over doing so. “Sentiment”, you say. Well, what is life without it? And now, what has C.C.I. given ujs in the last few years? We came here with perhaps one objective, that of obtaining our Senior Matriculation. As we entered its portals three years ago, we perhaps dimly sensed that there might be something of greater value to us beyond the academic know¬ ledge we came to acquire. Now we know there was. And while we shall always be greatful to the Faculty for their untiring efforts to enable us to gain our credits from year to year, we feel that we have received from them and from the general student body, something that is finer still; the develop¬ ment of those qualities of character which enable us to assume positions of responsibility in life with credit to ourselves and to the scool that gave us our start. There were many corners to be rubbed off, many vanities to be eliminated, many social grace to be developed; and the process was often painful. In short, our school life has been just a cross-section on a small scale of what life itself will be, and to the degree that we have progressed in the stage just closing to us, so may we progress and make good in the greater life now opening to us.

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• • • 7 4e fya ulLf, MR. W. G. E. PULLEYBLANK Vice-Principal . B.A. (Toronto) MR. E. B. ASSELSTINE . M.A. (Queen ' s) MR. W. JONES . B.A. (Wales) MISS N. JAMES . B.A. (Alberta) MRS. S. E. CARSLEY M.A. (Queen’s, Belfast) MR. S. JONES . B.A. (King ' s, N.S.) MISS J. MAXWELL . B.A. (Manitoba) MR. G. J. McADAM M.A. (New Brunswick, Harvard) MISS L. KAULBACH . M.A. (Queen ' s) MR. G. ROBINSON MR. E. HODGSON MISS M. SUITOR M.A., B.Sc. (Alberta) . B.A. (Alberta) . B.A. (Alberta) MR. J. W. CHURCHILL, B.A., Sc. (Toronto) MISS H. HOBBS . B.A. (Alberta) MR. R. B. FORSYTHE . B.A. (Dalhousie) MR. T. F. BERESFORD. B.A. (Alberta) MISS C. M. JACKSON . B.A. (Alberta) MR. W. W. SCOTT . B.A. (Queen ' s)

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THE ANALECTA eleven And what have we given to C.C.I. during the years? As we remember opportunities missed, we are just a little afraid that there may be a debit against us. Human frailty often fails to capitalize good intentions and so we leave the shelter of the school’s comforting atmosphere, trusting in the good-heartedness of those who remain, to forget the failures and sometimes remember the worthwhile accomplishments. May it be said of us that we endeavoured to rise to the high level of those former graduates who have since brought honour to themselves and to C.C.I. To the Principal and the staff and to the students who remain, we say Thank You and Carry On. —Grace Beresford. We are out beyond the breakwater, through the steady shallows, beyond the foremost bar, and ready for life’s great voyage. We face a stormy sea, horizoned with lowering clouds and trembling with the dark of war. But we may be sure that we shall again find the light, for with our knowledge to aid us we shall cry, “Lux Sit”—and it shall be so! As we pause, our vision to the future, with the moment of adventure at hand, a host of memories flood to mind. Memories of strange first day painful last days, of exciting moments on track or gridiron, of comrades and pleasures and work—all the memories of a youth changing to a man. In the problems of the classroom, in keen struggles of sport, in dramatics and clubs, in every phase of school life, we have sought and found, truth, honor, and happiness. Seeking these we have learned a deep love and respect for Central; finding thm we have built up memories we shall long cherish. Now our course is clear and marked before us, the bright stars of knowledge to guide us, the confidence and stamina of youth to sustain us. When we take our trick at the wheel and responsibility weighs heavily, the lessons learned at Central will see us through. Our scholarship, but far more, spirit, courage, and love of liberty, have armed us against the storm. And when we reach that distant port—when the fierce struggle has abated— we shall still be living in the light of Central traditions. This heritage— honor, truth, courage and knowledge—we now leave in. trust to future gradu¬ ates. May they be as proud of it as we are. So, with the moment of parting at hand, we find it hard to pay proper tribu te to our school and teachers. Mere words can never speak the mes¬ sage of the heart; only our actions and lives can prove our gratitude. There¬ fore, as we plunge out upon the winds and reefs of life’s sea, we are de¬ termined “to bring order out of chaos” and vindicate our democratic teach¬ ings. “Under God we shall fight the good fight.” “And to the weapons of advancing foes A stubborn breast oppose; Undaunted mid the hostile might Of squadrons burning for the fight.” —Archilochus. —Keith MacGregor.