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

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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

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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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TO THE GRADUATES, 1952 The twilight of school days is fading, The curtain of night slowly falls Awake’ning the spirit with whispers As memory softly recalls. From the valley of childhood you started And up the long hill did you go. Through trials and hardships you plodded ine going at times was so . slow. For this was the steep hill of learning With pebbles and rocks in the way. But those so courageous and trusting Found happiness each single day. At last after long years of striving The student ascends to the top The pulses now race with new gladness But hope, faith and joy must not stop. And as you survey the great kingdom From the top of the hill where you stand. Just say to yourself, “I’ll remember I’ve been given a strong helping hand.’’ The valleys all nestle below you The sky is the deepest of blue. The bright streams flow onward to rivers And you must go onward now, too. As you stand surveying your childhood The memories, thoughts of the past. Creep into your spirit with longing The darkness is falling so fast. Your back is now turned from the past Your spirit is calm and serene. But as you look towards the future Night’s curtain encloses the scene. —Patty Wofford. 14