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

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x ff VALEDICTORY We after four years lift our noses from the grindstone and cast our optics upwards. But the vision is not a pleasant one. The sight is that of thousands of youth who have graduated as We are now doing with high hopes, their ambitions crushed, their talents wasted, not fitting immediately into the tumbling structures of our distressed world, serving neither themselves nor their country in any useful manner, chased continually by those two monstrosities-unemploy- ment and limited opportunity. Leaving Central is for us, as has been said in thousands of Vale- dictories before, The end of a great experience. It has been an experience all right, a comparatively happy one and let us hope that its memory recalled to us perhaps by a glance through the pages of our year book will help us to tread our path in life which we feel sure will not be strewn with roses. May our ambitions not be soured by the germ of inactivity. There is a consolation. We have as yet lived nobly and if defeat be ours may the heroic struggle against relentless fate be to our credit. WESTWARD HO!

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m UTCDPIA In these days of stress and prodigious effort for the salvation of all that makes life dignified and noble, the step from school life into the outside world is fraught with greater significancdftlian ever before. You who are leaving us today have, I hope, the mind, the heart and the spirit sufficiently alive and courageous to enable you to use your newly-born freedom for the attainment of the highest ends. From now on, for most of you, your only teachers will be books, those perfect tutors who are never too busy to give you advice, nor ever impatient of your shortcomings. They will rejoice with you when you are glad and comfort you when you are sorrowful. Through their friendship you can enter a world which never grows old, which you can travel at will without fear or expense, through their friend- ship you can enrich your own meagre experience, and is not eagerness for experience the eternal Spirit of Youth? Christopher Marlowe expressed this Spirit of Youth over three hundred years ago: Our souls whose faculties can comprehend ',' The wondrous architecture of the world, And measure every wandering planet's course, Still climbing after knowledge infinite, And always moving as the restless spheres, Wills us to wear ourselves and never rest. To help satisfy this restless quest there is no truer guide than literature, the literature of the past and present. If you say, Deeper than did ever plummet sound I'll drown my book. then the vision you have gained at school will surely and quickly fade 5 instead may you say with Prospero that you have furnished your- selves with volumes that you prize about your dukedom, whatever that dukedom may be. So having started you, we trust, with your faces turned in the right direction, we leave you to the tutelage of the greatest spirits the world has known. i . That these are serious words is evidence of my confidence in your intelligence and your moral sinew. I offer each of you my sincerest congratulations. I wish you the best of health, serenity of spirit in this troubled world, and God-speed on the paths of Wis- dom and Happiness. V. K. MACMILLAN. If 4A is Utopia, cried we all unanimously, Hgive us More!H . . . In Utopia every child is educated, and ignorance banished. . . . Preface to More's Utopia 4A'S AGE OF PLENTY: We have within our folds scholars bright, writers, poets, orators with boundless sway Cwhen intoxicated with the exuberance of their verbosityi, dramatists, singers, wits superb, sportsmen and musicians and 5015111515135 1231019-7, -From the pages of Aaron's Diary. 37