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

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newer and sadder ones crowd out the old. Come Elmer, do not tarry. From here our faltering footsteps strangely enough guide us to the hospital where we meet Dr. Steckly who is hurrying around leaving a trail of slightly used appendices and tonsils. It is too much for our addeled brains, so back we hop onto our magic carpet and return thankfully to good old 1934. Hya Babes May we take this opportunity of advertising for a compass for Mr. Oliver. SPoRTs DEPT. Flash-All hail to the winner of the 100 yard dash around the room to the door. Winner: Ross Barlow. Loser: Mr. Williams. However, Mr. Williams wins in the weight lifting class since he can take hold of B. Godkin by the collar and lifthim right out of his seat. , J oKE DEPT. Mrs. Macintosh: What did they teach you today in school, sonny? Dan: HOh, Miss MacFarlane told us about Columbus who went 2,000 miles on a galleonf' Mrs. Macintosh: She did, did she? Well, don't believe all she tells you about- those American cars, my boy. 'J A bus loaded with visitors was passing over the Albert Street Bridge. Bea Broome prodded the conductor Bill Nickerson in the ribs and asked: HIS this the Albert Street Bridge? No, madam, that's me. W'arren Petersmeyer Ccity chapb: Guess there's a lot of big men born in this town. U .Q Albert Tanner Ccountry hickl: Nope, jest babies. Mabel Turnbull: Helen has a difficult part in the new play. Muriel Barker: f'But I understand she just has to stand still and say nothing. Mabel: Exactly, that's what's hard about it. Mr. Clarke: What cured you of arguing with your wife? Mr. Myatt: Arguing with my wife. DANIEL RoscHE Bgyg' gl-'gp OPTOMETRI ST BERT QRR Glasses Fitted Pf0Pfiet0f 1767 HAMILTON STREET 2026 TWELFTH AVE, PHONE 4347 REGINA, SASK. 84 '

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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

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FCEM 3C Who are we, don't you see, We are the pupils of famous 3Cg Noted for the brains, ideas so bright, We never do anything that isn't just right. James McElroy-first in the class, He has the brains-if not the mass. Rex and Harry our big 'che men Good at sport if not with the pen. Florence and Lily our truants so gay, Who stay at home every other day. George, with the Rudy Vallee voice, Makes him every school girl's choice. Arlie and Ardyce, Aileen and Anne, Are all out to 'fget their man. The rest of the room are all so good, We always do what we're told we should, A better class you ne'er did see, Than Central's classy class-3C. We of 3C certainly live up to our name, we are cheerful, capable, clever and courageous. We are just a clean class that cares for comedy as well as credit for being able to cope with any situation that crops up in Central. We cherish our teachers, and though we cry for less homework we do not get in conflict with our conscience. Our conversation is carefully chosen so as not to clash with the laws of coherance. We concentrate on conquering confederation and are capable of correct calculation. We never clatter down the hall unless the coast is clear. No matter what Miss MacFarlane thinks about us we claim credit and feel confi- dent of getting our certificate. For the president we chose Harry Green. Kay Mackie is vice-president and Anne MacRae is an able secretary. 3C also claims some of the outstanding, not to mention outrunning and outjumping athletes of the school. Dot Cullum, Dorothy Doan and Anne MacRae are the girls. Harry Green and Rex Edwards are on the boys' rugby teams, and Leslie Waller brought the laughs from the crowd at our 1933-34 follies when he acted as a clown in the gym display. It would be unforgivable if we forgot to mention the actors and actresses of Form 3C. They are very clever, intelligent players, and without a doubt, if their ambitions are so inclined, within a few years their names will be blazing in lights of Holly- wood and Broadway?!!! The first play presented was Maker of Dreams, f' under the direction of Elizabeth McHattie. George Ring's rich tenor voice held the audience spellbound and certainly surprised all the 3C's present because only a few weeks before we all heard George loudly proclaim, I can't sing. 85