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

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Board composed of the leading educationalists of each province. This would not only eliminate local differences, but also standardize the prices of text books. In place of examinations would be tests at shorter intervals, possibly weekly, for the purpose of keeping each student up to a certain required standard the entire year. There would be, in this method, no rise or fall in one last month, but instead a student's standing would be ascertained by means of his year's work. In the matter of courses, we should like to see the study of contemporary Writers, problems, countries, and governments. We have uniformity and co-operation in other branches, why not in education? -BETTY CARNIE. Ye Poem THE HACK-WRITER A poet's a guy With a wide staring eye Who belches and wheezes Then writes about breezes Or heroes so bold that get down On their kneezes To heroines sweet that Appreciate squeezes While birds sing in treezes And buzzes the beezes. He sings of the love of Elizabeth Barret As he Writes in the Wintertime up in a garret He writes all thatis bright, all thatfs fresh, all that pleases While he coughs and he sniflles and snuffles and sneezes. A sculptor and poet both hack to make good One hacks out of granite The other of Wood. G. WITHROW. Q. '-I.: , ,.- A 9. my . Q0 : , fgsw ,.-J.. . -.-.1 . 'o .v .gtk 'b,0,0,'9'.x7 'f:.g.g.g: . .ff,SQ.v.-.0 .IQ ,-.1 -- K - - - --'- X I Qffiiffilsaii 'k' 1n , ' V ' I l , i -H 575 :fq:,. Km' ,A .-Ye div' xx :lite E A - ' , lv . -A . - ...V 1 1' , , i, ' ' , '?.f. fa. :ff-l...m - WT - . y ' ,iv -6 4 'Jap - -,G , 1 L- - - ' . - 4- -el Y Q-Qi. N v i. ap -L .- 1 .... .o:.-, ,AA4 I, Q I xc,,muf,,:,m.i, ' - , --..R...f-.Mas ael,.W1f,..'4 sw, -,wr yfgg - 1 l - -15,-11 -'lgn'y:!z,'L.x-',:.:51.l. wi. . N .,jf'fT . 9--vm' ,- - .ss J: f ,T - 3 , '--j. 5 al. ,714 .- - Gamml T'rf. '! ' 'A F ' ' 7 -Nttruncvanaunl 5 V 'ye' Ui, lf, Jhifsif- I fs.- - I

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REFORM IN THE EDUCATIONAL SYSTEM This subject has such a scope that it would require a book to set forth all the existing imperfections. Reform is needed not only throughout the Dominion, but also throughout each individual province. When we, the present High School pupils, entered public school, we heard the older students voicing various complaints, mainly about examinations and their management. But all this was to be altered long before we reached High School 5 indeed, change was certain and soon. However, each year passed with the rumoured change still in the near future. And we are still labouring under this system today, a system which, in a rapidly advancing country has failed to advance proportionately. What have we in our Dominion today? Not a centralized organization, but many independent systems, sundry and divers. What can be said for a system where a student cannot move from one province to another and Ht himself into the order existing in that province? A move from one section of our Dominion to another means not only the loss of money, time, and energy a student has spent, but also so much confusion that it is most difficult for him to continue his education. In an age of un- employment and rise of entrance qualifications, it seems only logical that a centralized system be put into practice throughout the Do- minion, to fit young people for positions in every part of the country, instead of one locality. Today, more than ever, intelligent citizens are needed to cope with the problems facing the nation. It is the young people now in colleges and High Schools who will be expected to carry the work on. But how a united intelligent citizenry can result from a disorganized, dull educational system, is hard to understand. As for conditions in Saskatchewan: The main pillar of our system seems to be the annual examinations. This method is being replaced in some provinces, because of its several weaknesses. When the unjust- ness of this system crushes the spirit of the better student, one can only imagine its effects on the poorer student who is more easily discouraged. It is surprising that any survived at all. Under our present system we are given one, two or three hours to recall, and present in an orderly manner, material from all parts of our course. Time is not allowed for thought or initiative, indeed, we are lucky if we can complete the paper. When a pupil leaves an examination room possessing knowledge he has not been given time to write down, does his paper represent his year's work and his real standing? Our system is a game of chance, one who crams the week before the examinations may strike on the paper the very question he has been studying, and stands as many chances for a good mark as his friend who has worked conscientiously the entire year. It would be possible to pass well in one examination, and yet fail in another covering the same course. This problem is at least worth the consideration of the govern- ment. We would advocate supervision of education by a Dominion 26

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ROMANCE? MAYBE I am a very matter-of-fact sort of person. I am quite convinced that nothing unusual by way of romance has ever happened to me nor ever will-in spite of a series of events that seemed to disprove my belief for a time: Bill was Cand isj my steady boy-friend-one of those people that are called reliable-and to me, a duller person has never existed. In short, he was too steady and reliable. I could depend on him at any time. CA hint to boys, keep 'er guessingj. He was a good reason for my holding so firmly to my belief that nothing thrilling would ever come my way. It was one of those treacherous March days we had this year. I was supposedly going to school-and I say supposedly rightly. I slipped back two steps for every three I took forward-and a typical March wind was pushing pedestrians about, when whoosh!-it suddenly blew me around a corner into the arms of Romance Qwith a capital R, please noticej in the shape of a tall, dark and handsome young male. He gently removed me from his embrace, and smiled a heart-stopping smile. COoh, was I thu-rilledD He murmured some- thing resembling apologies, and I stuttered thank you and con- tinued on my way to school in a blue haze. Bill was especially intoler- able that day. Next morning, the wind Wasnlt blowing-but we met neverthe- less near that same corner-and he tipped his hat to me. Bill began to get impatient that afternoon-I was going around with an absolutely stricken expression on my face. To make a long story short-we saw each other every day after that. Not being especially shy, I soon had him speaking to me, and at length we began to have small conversations at curl, corner. Not even Mr. Campbell's remarks on my coming late so often could damp my spirits. So I found out that that tall-dark-'n-handsome's name was Bob and that he went to Tech. About the beginning of April we were firm friends, and I had made up my mind to arrange things so that we'd see more of each other than just at that street corner-I was allowing Bill to take me out, as a filler-in until that time should arrive. One morning at 8.30-twenty-five minutes earlier than my usual time, I was hurrying to school to fill in some detention, and just as I rounded the fateful corner I saw something that combined with the wind to take my breath away. There was Bob, the light o' my life, walking along slowly with a small clinging blonde on his arm, and she looked as though she were quite accustomed to that arm and to that position. I turned tail and fled to school by another route, completely crushed. After going around muttering to myself for a few days, I finally got over it, and Bill nearly fell through the floor one day when I actually smiled at him. . Life is as dull as it ever was, now. Can you blame me for my so-firm belief that no Big Romance could ever happen to me? -E. MILNER. AUTHoR's NOTE.-This story is strictly a figment of the imagination. 28