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

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= 9 i AfifL ' ieciation HE 1952 Analecta, carrying with it the achievements of Central High School in the past year, is now completed. May this book in the years to come provide many pleasant memories of your happy years at Central High. To the staff of the Analecta I give my sincerest thanks for your unfailing co-operation in making this publication a success. I must add a special Thank You’’ to Mr. Weir and Miss Calder for their kind assistance on all problems which faced the Analecta Staff. I would also like to add a word of praise to Miss Kerr, our school secretary, for the small but important jobs that she did. To the firms whose advertisements have made this book possible, we extend our sincere appreciation. Now that the 1952 Analecta is comple d, my job as Editor, one that I consider both an honor and a pleasure to hold,, has come to an end. Working in close association with the Faculty and students during this past year has shown me the co-operation and spirit of unity which makes Central such a fine institution. To you, the Grade Ten’s, whose job it will be to uphold the high tradi¬ tions set down by the preceding students in the history of Central High School, I dedicate this book. —DON MACPHERSON, Editor. 12

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ValedUctoA, r ’J ' ' HREE years ago, when we of the 1952 graduating class entered this school, each one of us probably said to himself. My. M. : won ' t it be a relief when we re all finished ttm three or four long years from now! That Kt will be a red letter day! How glad I’ll be to finish school! This evening, on be half , $$££§ ' £k of those same students 1 have come to tell you how sorry we are to leave and that those three long years have been altogether too short for many of us. I say that, most sin¬ cerely, for whether we, the graduates, are entirely aware of it or not, we shall come to realize that these three years have been strong, firm foundations for the careers that . we are presently to pursue. §. 4’;$?. When we recall those first two or three months in Grade Ten, we remember the diffi- culties encountered and the barriers scaled, all symbolic of a new environment and of the hard way to success. We have had pleasant experiences too, football, games, track meets and plenty of laughs in class. And we have had trials and tests of character, a few unpleasant moments, perhaps, which have, we hope, contributed to the building of those firm foundations mentioned a moment ago. We cannot forget the practical benefits that we have enjoyed while in Central High. For some this has meant a big step in academic achievement, for others, newly-acquired athletic skills and for still others an opportunity to develop certain flairs along special lines, such as photography, music and news¬ paper work, through the clubs to which the teachers give most generously of their time. But primarily, we will never forget the good basic education that Central High School has given us, the type of learning that lays the blueprints for the Canadian leaders of tomorrow. We have truly learned obedience, co-operation, and the value of knowledge. For those great benefits we are indebted to the members of the faculty. We are indebted to them for their patience, continued faith and goodwill. They have constantly shown these attitudes towards us and have, ultimately, instilled something of those fine qualities into each of the one hundred and twenty-nine graduates present here tonight. You, the teaching staff, have been our guides on a voyage on the seas of mental adventure. You are the ones who have molded and shaped our foundations and are responsible for their hardening into structures of solid Canadian citizenship. To you we owe a debt of gratitude that can never be fully repaid! In our future, each of us will be able to look back on a clear, cloudless picture of Central High. We shall always be proud of our associations with (Continued on Page 46)

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DUSK AND DAWN At eve I saw a purple pool, A royal robe with rubies red; Yet, as each moment flitted past. Each regal jewel faded fast Until one giant gem did sink Beneath a shadowed shroud . . . Dusk spread. Then did I feel a deathly cool, And from the graying pool were shed The tears of sorrow, mortal, vast. Upon the realms of earth were cast A pall of pain, a broken link; From man to God a soul had fled. A weary sun had set—for rule Of God must be—and mortals tread In growing grief: out from, at last, This life a loved monarch passed—- Was missed and mourned . . . his heir will drink The draught of duty in his stead. At morn I see a silver stream With ripples rosy, deep and new; But, as each moment brighter burns, Each glowing glint an ember turns— And noy a bright and youthful star Has sprung to service—steady, true. —Brian Jenkins. 13