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

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Back row: Bill MacKay, Ed. Doane, Harry Green, Harry Mathews, Geoffrey Mann. Louis Herschman. Centre: Doris MacDonald, Edgar Mulliuan, Jean Gillis, George Higgins, Edna Yule, jim Donahue, Helen COIIIGY. Seated: Ed. Britten. ,loan Kevan, Murray Edgar, Isabel Hutcheson, Keith Ansley, Edna Travis, Mr. Scriingeour. THE FORM PRESIDENTS At their hrst meeting, the Form. Presidents, elected Keith Ansley, President and jean Clillis, secretary. To this body primarily has been due the success of nearly every student activity outside the realm of sports and the clubs. They it was who organized and carried on the junior Red Cross campaign and the campaign for the collection of old books and old clothes. llhenever anything was to he sold, the form. presidents usually sold it, and with great success, as a rule. ' In November, they gave their endorsement to the idea of a school paper, culminating in the licho. The last duty of the form presidents was to set in action the machinery which has produced this Annual, At hrst they elected a committee to see the feasibility of iinancing Ye Flame , this committee, having reported the success of the advertising sales, an editor and assistant editor were chosen and work was immiediately begun. As a result of the form presidents' decision, you are now able to read this edition of Ye Flamefy 13

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SENIOR PRIZE SHORT STORY By DOROTHY BROOK, 3A ULTIMA THULE The soft rose rays of the sunset crept cautiously in the window and streamed across the pure white coverlet of the bed, lighting with their last glory the even whiter face. that showed above. An efficient, spotlessly clad nurse hovered above the patient, while at the foot of the bed two doctors conversed earnestly, scraps of their conversation reaching a sad-faced women and her fine-featured son. Little hope . . crisis by midnight, . . relapse . . a little better . . . double pneumonia now, and so the voices droned on ceaselessly. The eyes of the sick man opened, great black eyes, fever- ish and sunken deep in their sockets, but seeming unnaturally large in contrast to the bloodless face and purple lips. They passed restlessly from face to face, stilling the doctors by their intenseness, rooting the nurse to the place where she stood, forcing a little cry from the woman, but seeming to search through and through them and far beyond. Then listlessly the lids dropped shutting the burning orbs from the rapidly falling dusk. Silence. Vtlhite-clad, efiicient, hospital silence. The sick man wonderingly felt a great load lift from him. No longer his brow burned hotly, his hands were strong, his legs like limbs again rather than useless lumps. Then suddenly he found himself looking down at a still white body that was heg but no! he was up here! Then straightway he banished the thought from his mind and gazed upward as he fioated. Far in the distance something beckoned and called him by name, something he coud not defineg a glorious radiance of light that almost dazzled him. Then suddenly he found himsef in a garden. Beautiful, exquisite, what could describe it? It was something of Heaven itself, that had felt no desecrating influence, that only angel footsteps could have wandered over. Little paths led here and there and for a time lie wandered about, revel- ling in the magic of the garden's appeal, marvelling at its delicate charm. Lovely harmonies filled the air and yet he could not define them as music in tae earthly sense-for they were infinitely more melodious than aught he had heard in his own world. Rivulets of crystal clear, sparkling waters trilled about rainbow-colored pebbles. Little bits of sun-rays joined together to make curving moving arches or to twist into fantastical, but, withal, lovely shapes, the purple-grey of the early morn, the dazzling gold of noon rays, and the crimson, mauve, and jade shades of sunset. Above him was a curving sky, blue-abut a deep, sapphire blue, as bright as the brightest gold yet soothing to the eyes. 14