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

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O Young Mariner, Down to the haven, Call your companions, Launch your vessel, And crowd your canvas, And, ere it vanishes Over the margin, After it, follow it, Follow The Gleamf' -Tennyson

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? FQRM 3A Jim Fisher says, Progress ain't progressin' unless it pro- gressest' and so- The 3A of 25 years ago, Samuel K. Hecklebittle said re- flectively when we told him the subject of our interview. Ah yes. Them, he added chewing on a piece of celery, was the days. Them was the days when Mr. Oliver Haunted a pompadour and Mr. Haward never mentioned the lprimrose path,-too muddy. Them was the days when form parties was form parties. Was there anything which happened at your party that could compare to the old timers?- , Well, we ventured, UAleX Thomson danced all night with Margaret Fullerton and Donald Lanskail sulked in a corner. Ed Peart fell into the piano trying to catch a moth and he's been a little flat ever since. Murray Auld blew a tube out in the rad-io trying to tell us the orchestra was Robbie's 'Revellers' when Barbara Matthews knew it was Wayne King's. Harold Jackson ate some waxed fruit by mistake and now he lights up like a candle everytime Margaret Cody smiles at him. Ada Mintz gave us ademonstration of the Carioca with Wes Hodgson as partner. But apart from that nothing happened. Pff, Sam gesticulated widely, incidentally hitting Peg Ainsley on the nose with his celery, H And pff again. Mere nothings. Take sport f'rinstance. We did hurriedly. Dave Spencer, John Bogden, Wes Zaharuk, Pat Salmond are all on rugby teams. Dave is president of the Boy's A.A. Bella Schwartzfeld and Eleanor Szysky are on the junior girl's basketball team. He stopped us disdainfully, Them was the days when rugby was rugby. I remember Mr. Campbell calling signals for the 'Catnips' one day and the opposing team refusing to play unless they were given ear muffs because, they said, it was too shattering to the nervous system. The 'Catnips' won and the losers went home like wilted lilies murmuring something about this drooping gait, this altered size. And say, did you ever see a guy running? l' We've seen a dream walking, we returned. During those relays in the aud when Mary Kalenuik- I remember the time in the lab when Ted Bastedo, uncle to the present one, added the wrong acid. Every one broke records in the rush outside but he did the 100 yards in 12 seconds flat. We made the proper sounds of incredulousness. In fact, Samuel K. Hecklibittle continued, 'fThe only thing that has progressed in Central Collegiate is the number of names carved on the desks. Lorne Church has, we said. He used to be a carol singer, now he does the sound effects in the Freshman Quartette. Twenty-five years ago. Sam sighed reminiscently. George Thomson, a cousin of yours, wrote a peom entitled: 'She Was 81