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

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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

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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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x But I have only fair impressions of the city. The streets in some parts of the town do not appeal to me and the slums are dis- gusting. One still sees horse-drawn carriages which at first are inter- esting but are a sign of the yet backward state of the city. Don't misunderstand me-of course there are automobiles-many finer than one sees in Regina. But still there is something ominous about the city that just doesn't appeal to me. Of course, different people have different tastes. I have been to an army review and I really wish you had been here to see it. It was magnificent-60,000 soldiers took part- you could have seen everything, tanks, artillery, cavalry, infantry, pursuit planes, bombers and what not. In fact, it even eclipsed the July Riot. TO THE FUTURE This morn the dawn, resplendent with a flame Of orange and red and gold, awaked my soul To visions of a high and mighty goal, Almost beyond the reach of human aim. Success refused the prestige of her name: Tonight the storm-clouds formed a blackened scroll Rolling up the heaven's mirrored bowl, And Thor denounced my hopes with loud acclaim. Another dawn crowds fast upon the first, For sleep hath bridged the intervening space. The smiling sky seems washed with tears of stars, That in response my soul revives, athirst New worlds to conquer: Youth of every race Embarks with flying sails and creaking spars! MURIEL R. PERRY. LOVELY LILY The lovely lily lightly laid Her head upon the dew And saw the sparkling colors fade From white to darker hue. As downward drooping dropped the flower In reverence bowed the stem Its life had come to that sad hour When all so pass as men. No sleeping seedlets safely spread Though service now is through The sunbeams it had always led To earth, from out the blue. ROBERT M. MITCHELL. 31