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

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Only a Daughter of Central, but She Certainly Knew all the Exchanges' It was a wow, he added dreamily. Then in the Glee Club--. Ah, we interrupted firmly, In the Elgar Club we have Mary Pinkney, Jean Ralston, Delta Bell, Chrissie Yates, Winnie Brown, Rachael Resch and Joan Kevan. Warblers all. While in the orchestra we have Vic Byam, Jack Newby, Reg Harper and Keith Stillwell. Try to beat that. Not bad, he admitted, B-ut I gotta go now. I never could get my timing down to a fine art like Margaret or Margaret Robertson. Well so long. So long,', we responded. Marion Henry: How did Lloyd Grant get that bump on his head? Elspeth Milligan: HA thought struck him. Dora Maclin: 'fWhy do they call it a funny bone? Crrayce McGill: Because itls at the end of the humerus. Following the line of least resistance makes rivers, and men, crooked. 23' ---- - s I . ' X 'is s N. - N' -' F1-'BS wx - . , ,A ,Q NY .xg N , XRXX s o ' Tfgs,:.f 82

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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

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THE 3B WI-IEEZE PERSONAL NOTES 0 cents. They were getting a little bit too personal so we left them out. SOCIAL AND OTHERWISE We suppose you'd like to hear about our form party?-No! Well anyway here goes. Since we are swamped with offers of houses to hold our annual stampede in, we decided to hold it in the aud so as not to offend anybody, and graciously consented to let the population of 3C tag along. We had planned to dance but a large number of the youngsters seemed to think that the wall needed holding up very badly. But you really should have seen Dave McGregor, he certainly shone forth, what with all the girls falling for him, Jean MacCrae actually fell on her knees before him Cshe tripped over his feetj. We were going to have a moonlight waltz but Dave's blushes illuminated the aud so brightly for the rest of the' evening that it was impossible. Oh, yes! We had a beauty contest, the contestants were: Lindsay Treen, Jack Ring, Lindsay Holt and Bill Nickerson. The contest was to see who had the most delicately shaped lower limbs, all of the blushing contestants were lined upon the stage and were required to elevate their trouser legs to the level of their knees and oh my deahs! you guess who won. We stayed so late that when we left, the last show at the Capitol had been finished five minutes. Let us look into the great beyond- Moose Jaw, Medicine Hat, Calgary, and all points West-No Elmer not that kind, we are to be transported into the year 1959. Well, here we are, wonder what that rosy glow is down near the end of the street, might as well investigate. You'll never guess what it is. It's a place where Dave MacGregor is charging two dollars a throw to see his, by now world famous blush, Deep Crimsons and Delightful Rosy Tints, Rival of the Sunset, If you ain't Seen This You ain't Seen Nothin' reads a sign. Well since we are stone broke it isn't much use staying around here, let's visit the cemetery. Why look, here are the graves of Bea Broome and Pat Cruickshank, wait a minute while Elmer reads the epitaphs. It says on Bea's that she burst a blood vessel when a travelling salesman tried to sell her some cream to remove Wrinkles. Pats reads thusly: Here lie the bones Of a boy named Pat, He thought that mushrooms Tasted flat. Enough of these sad thoughts Elmer, let us away to the dear old Collegiate. W'hat's this we see? Why itis Alice Waffle and Burton Godkin still trying to get those Algebra questions. But alas even here we cannot rid ourselves of our gloomy thoughts for on seeing the detention room and that well polished office bench, 83