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

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9 i Afip, ' ieciaiia i AT last it was ready—the Analecta of 1948. Ready—that is, except for page 12—the highlight of the publication. It has been the annual cus¬ tom for the editor to fill this page with his picture and a brief message which I was told should point out the happiness of our present lives and beckon us onward to a triumphant future. Not being a man to defy tradition, I took up my pen and in a moment of inspiration gave utterance to my pent-up emotions. Alas, the censor looked grim and consigned my first outpourings to the waste paper basket. Second attempt—same fate! Well, I slyly thought, why not look up page 12 of the previous edition. However, on further investigation, I discovered to my horror that the 1947 editor had had the same idea. In fact, for the last dozen years, the editor’s page has read: “You now have in your hands the 19— edition cf the C.C.I. Analecta which we hope and believe measures up to the high standards of its predecessors. I wish to thank the members of the Analecta Staff who co-operated so magnificently in publishing the Year Book. Special thanks to Miss Kaulbach and Mr. Weir for their invaluable assistance. In conclusion I dedicate! this book to the Graduates of Today, the Men and Women of Tomorrow. Signed—The Editor.” Well, I was stuck. A dozen years of repetition are guite enough. Thir¬ teen would be superfluous. But the moment of inspiration had. passed. In several hours not a drop of ink had flowed from my pen. So, lacking the genius to blaze a new trail, I now uphold our ancient tradition and subscribe my name to the aforementioned words of my predecessors, and to next year’s editor, I say, if you want a good idea for page 12, look up the Analecta of 1789. —ROLPH HUBAND, Editor. 12

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VaUxfociosuf, AS summer draws near, we realize that our school-days, after the fashion of all good things, must end. No longer shall we pick up our books and toddle off to school, nor wander in these same halls, nor study in these same classrooms. All this must come to an end. Soon it will be our time to say “Good-bye ”, We shall be sorry to leave Central, you and I, for our three years here have been happy ones. In the days to come, we shall miss, but not forget, the fun and fellowship we have enjoyed together. Three years ago we first came here, innocent and ignorant. Now we are to leave, perhaps not as innocent, and—although some of the teachers may disagree—not as ignorant. This sur¬ prising increase in wisdom is due almost entirely to the staff of C.C.I., who by their patience and personal interest have helped us to acquire not only knowledge, but also have shown us some of the finer points of human char¬ acter. To them, our sincere gratitude. In this world, everything that marks an end, also marks a beginning. The end of one day is the beginning of the next; the end of one task, the beginning of a new one. So tonight, we seem to have reached an end. We have come to the jumping-off place—to leap into the unkown and to face the Future. That Future, we shall meet with confidence, knowing that our training received here will serve us well in whatever we may undertake. May our names reflect credit on Central which has been our home during this very significant period of our lives. So, we, the students of today, the citizens of tomorrow, look with pride to the fact that “you are our school, Central. We shall never forget you;’’ —JOHN GEDDES. 11

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