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

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4' 3 3 5 ' H. TO MR. CAMPBELL ON MONDAY-1ST PERIOD ,Who is it through the door comes striding, Just as the third bell rings its warning, And, marching swiftly to his drawer, Pulls out the Doomsday book once more? A calm five minutes now elapses Then Ellen, entering late, collapses, Why will you never rise in time Like me, and be in here by nine. She trembling to her seat repairs, And each one now her anguish shares, For all the dread result do know If for excuse their watch be slow! ' A dreadful tension Hlls the air And, until peace is granted there, A Not one would venture to explain- The College line's been slow again. The lesson now proceeds full swing Until, at last, the bell will ring And then deep sighs are heard from all, At passing footsteps down the hall. l

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R. Rosenthal There Was a young 111311 named Rosie, Who Wanted to smell like a posey, He used carbon disulphide Till they put l1i1n right outside, Tl1at eccentric young gentleman, Rosie. Marjorie Jones Marjorie Jones is a little seamp, She'll give you points on How to Vamp. Banished suitors mourn and sigh But she treats them all with scornful eye' For was she not tl1e Widow Wild Who captured even the heart of a Child. I ODE TO 4 B With halting steps to class they come With lollipops and chewing gum, Through Cicero they sadly stumble, Feeling -oh so Very humble. In grammar they are awfully punk, lXfTeEeherin says They are the bunk! -By 3 4 A STUDENT Fellls Confectionery 4 ill Our New and Dainty lces are always a delight to our patrons. ill Tea Room Service unexcelled. ill We feature CAKES, CANDIES and ICE. CREAM in Colors and Shapes that harmonize with your Table Decorations. 1865 scmh st. B, F, FELL Teliime 44665

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:avi T A, TEACHER'S DREAM QN. CRAIG, 4135 One by one the hours crept on As he sat till break of dawn:- CWe'd written exams three weeks befoiej I'll give her ninety-nine-no more. There, I'vc finished Senior B, And the lowest mark was eighty-tln ee Well, 1,111 sleepy, guess I'll quit, Let the rest of the boneheads wait. He gave a yawn, put out the light- Then-oh, horrors! What a sight! Two black figures stood before him Seized him silently and bore him In a box of ebony, Carved in sounds of harmony: Up the ladder Gradatim Into regions strange and dim, Crossed a dreary wilderness, 'Twas the 'fVale of the Brainlessf' Now before him Hows a stream- Fearful, awful, doth it seem: 'Tis the stream of Education, But a bridge is built of Latin- Three words Labor omnia vincitf His dark escorts safely cross it, Leave him on the other shore, There to wonder more and more. A broad highway stretches far Paved with books deep set in tar 3 Lofty 'trees sedately rise, On either hand up to the skies: Q On each leaf a word is written- Each tree constitutes a poem. Now he leaps out of his box- Brand new collar, shirt and socks, Figure of a Greek athlete, Wings and halo, all complete. Then the sees a motley throng 57