Central Collegiate Institute - Ye Flame Yearbook (Regina, Saskatchewan Canada)

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Galloway-See that chap coming out of the chem. lab.? that's W3lk61', our chem. shark. The poor boy likes girls, but he's so bashful, he acts like his own litmus. Pratt-H Howzat? Galloway- Why, when he's with a girl he turns pink, and when he's alone he gets blue. MR. MATHESON AND MR. BROWN CWith apologies to Ed. Gallagher and Al. Sheanj Oh! Mr. Matheson, Oh! Mr. Matheson, i Well, why look so melancholy, Mr. Brown? Our exams. are drawing near, There's my Waterloo, I fear, For I cannot tell an adverb from a noun. Oh! Mr. Brown, Oh! Mr. Brown, Everyone will think that I'm. an awful clown- I am sure that I shall Hunk. Bothwell says that 1,111 the bunk. In Palgrave, Mr. Matheson? No, in Chaucer, Mr. Brown. Oh! Mr. Matheson, Oh! Mr. Matheson, You are looking like a battlefield in France, ' Why, your face is really flat, You'1'e as homely as a rat, And just look at those delapidated pants. Oh! Mr. Brown, Oh! Mr. Brown, Playing tennis with the dearest girl in town, When I said, It's forty-love, Then her beau threw down the glove, The gauntlet, Mister Matheson? No, Boxing 5 Mr. Brown. -CORWIN HUMBERT. FROM A WEYBURN CONTRIBUTOR A cautious look around he stole, His bags of chink he chunk 5 And many a wicked smile he smole, And many a wink he wunkf' 96

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6th Consolation Prize Miss Cathro, III B And so the lad, in simplest garb arrayed Reposed him in an angle of the wall Upon a wooden bench of rustic form. Jack Horner was his name, and often he Reclined upon this selfsame bench, and mused. But now he held, supported on his knees, A dish of goodly fare, wherein he sought With nimble hand, the fairest of the fruits, And, having found, he drew it forth anon, And quoth aloud with perfect courtesy, Good sir, I am anghonest lad withal. 7 F, I 21' U BELIEVE IT OR NOT Naomi, the daughter of Enoch Was 580 years old when she married. Courage Ladies!! Rosenthal- Did you notice that when I asked her to go to the basketball game, she gave me a funny look? Bill- No, she didn't give it to you, Rosy-you always had it I! Emma- What is the exact meaning of the verse beginning: J ack Spratt could eat no fat? Arnold-'fln simple terms it is as follows: Jack Spratt could assimilate no adipose tissue. His wife, on the other hand, pos- sessed an aversion for the more muscular portions of the epithelium. And so between them both you see, they removed all the foreign substance from the surface of that utiliatrian utensil, commonly known as the platter. Do I make myself clear. Emma-Perfectly. The lack of lucidity in these Mother Goose rhymes is amazingly apparent. 95

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1st Year Hopeful-A small b0ttlc of Castor-oil, please. Druggist-Ah! The tasteless kind, I presume? lst Year Hopeful-Yah! Not likely. It's for Pa! SOME VOCATIONS FOR OUR HARD WORKING SENIORS 1. Lineman at a wireless station. 2. Oil-burning' steamboat stoker. 3. Street cleaner in Venice. el. Captain on a stone-boat. 5. Hero in the Movies. 6. Tail-cutter on a Guinea Pig farm. 7. Eskimo Pie agent tothe Eskimos. S. Rum-runner Chaser in Scotland. 9. .Cheer leader at a Deaf and Dumb School. fi? c . nik. at IF MODERN PAPERS WERE FOR MEN CSOACIAL NOTES, . One of the prettiest weddings of the season took place yesterday, in St. SWithin's Church, when handsome Harold L. Knotthere, only son of Henry F. Knotthere, became the husband of Mary G. Flukus. Mr. Knotthere, who is one of the best Tut Toddlers among Pilot Butte's really old families, looked radiant in a dark broadcloth cutaway, the tails of which were edged with rare old braid that has been in the family for years. A pretty touch of sentiment were the trousers of some rich striped material which were said to have been worn by Mr. Knotthere's father and grandfather on their Wedding days. The effect was indeed quaint. The best man, Mr. Arthur Mink, Wore a white semi-stiff, plaited bosom shirt and smart, light grey cashmere trousers, cut wide at the knee and cuff. The pretty groomsmen, who included the Messrs. Gitt, Muffit Slump and Blissit, wore shirts in the rainbow shades with spats and ties to match. The groom and his attendants carried bunches of large red Geraniums. The bride Wore the conventional veil. 97