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

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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

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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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LETTERS FROM ABROAD 0 Edward Zyla, a Central stu- dent, is abroad, studying in the University of Warsaw, Poland. His absence has been punctuated by a series of most interesting letters concerning his experiences. The following are excerpts taken at random: The students' home in which I am quartered is well-equipped with all modern efficiency. It includes a large swimming pool, a gymnasium, a library, a store, a dining hall Cbut I don't eat hereb, radios and two kitchens, with gas stoves, on each of the nine floors for those students who wish to make their own meals. The Polish pastry is excel- lent. It rates among the best EDWARD ZYLA on the continent. I am positive the like cannot be tasted in North America. It is hard to describe the meals as they actually are but I can tell you when I eat. I breakfast at 10.30 a.m., dine between 2 and 4 p.m., lunch, 5 p.m., and sup at 7 p.1n. On the whole I consider our diet in Canada healthier because it is more balanced. Here they always seem to have too much of one thing. Starches prevail to a very great extent. I see many fine plays. Two weeks ago I saw a Shakespearian play, 'The Twelfth Night' or 'What have you'-it was excellent, as was Bernard Shaw's play 'The Soldier and the Hero.' Also I see many enjoyable Polish plays. The picture shows are 80472, American, 1023 German, English and French, and 1001, Polish. Lately I have seen 'Captain Bloodf 'VVest Point of the Air,' 'The Merry Widow' and others. I go to the opera twice a month, the theatre once a week and a picture show as often as I wish. Despite this I have enjoyed perfect health. There are really so many things that one could write about that I don't know where to begin. I feel I could write a book entirely about Warsaw. The city has some twenty famous museums of which I have seen three to date. There are multitudes of enormous cathedrals and churches which really strike one with awe at the first glimpse of the interior. There is a so-called 'old town' which consists of the original picturesque structures of thc 14th Century-narrow streets, fancy elaborate gates and doorways. All are interest-ing to a new- comer. Then, of course, there new Warsaw with the largest and finest filtrations on the continent, an excellent network of street cars and electric trains. 30