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

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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

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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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1 WHAT PRICE EDUCATION? The other morning a frightened sparrow flew in my bedroom window, and after several unsuccessful attempts to imitate his flighty progress around the room, I caught the little beggar and freed him. Caught and freedf' I thought, how like the sentiment framed by our illustrious institutions of learning. I myself have been 'caught' in the meshes of routine, of discipline, of home work, while, outside the bare schoolroom walls, the sun shone invitingly on cool green lawns and shady trees Cor intriguing expanse of snow and ice, whichever you preferj. Or perhaps I have been cramming for the inevitable exams to the tune of mirth and revelry next door. Why do I do it? Well, I'll tell you, my friend. There are certain elementary laws of life, that it seems no one can escape. There is, for instance, the inescapable fact that one must work for all that is worthwhile. This law has a strange boomerang attached to it, for one who has, by hook or by crook, evaded its demands finds that his success is not worth the having. You and I have been caught in Central to be freed from ignorance, from failure and from unhappiness. Our motto, then, Alite Flammam, stands for knowledge, success, and peace of mind. -HMURIEL R. PERRY. CLAIRVOYAN T To you who idly while away the day, Procrastinating to avoid the strife, O'er whom the Goddess Leisure holds her sway, Obliteration is your lot in life. And as for you, with brilliance like the dawn, Who need not work nor strive to knowledge gain, Beware your easy come is easy gone, You, too, may join that soon forgotten train. But you who work for everything you learn, To you belongs the victory of the day, Success will crown your venture, you will earn The crown of fame till earth has passed away. R. B. KNOWLES. 1 I . Lf . 1 z J- 'Y e ' 1 If ' lv ,4 lg F' 1 ff H' T , 3 f-:-Per ll . 3 . ! ' 1 'fo' If lt'--. ff xgrwa- li If M .si fi At ' i . 'uf , 'V ' scphggqb V. I Xi I -Q. 5.1,-.I -., -.- '31, - 4' -f 4 gi!!-, 1- 1 'Mi , K .-- ..:. .,l .N I' . L. a If 'QW4 ., K ,Af cyst.. 'Jig A aim. u I.. rv' ,C WW . x f l ' f W l N . ' - ld, . .A-, f, Ts: mp- xx M- . . - 5,5 I, I Sl' 5, ' QM . fi V . N.l'1 . lffyst , F - - , - ,th K, Auf, lf r' . -.7gNv,' W aim - - . -' 1 . -!':.x , il ,-All I'-Qllfpll-,QL-' W -- 'Ks 1' ' '4 ANL .- ,,.: ,ff ,L'f,n -' - ' - ' '. ' ' 'L' xml l' ' 'Z '-'-A ---ff - 'Hanna Bea' fs--fl .9. .N Mizuichtnnun. 29