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

Page 71 text:

H HAUG A. AACGREGDIZ NS. 'BPEETZS J. NEIL. X 6. BLAIR X 7X fly' LP1N5KA1L 4 P. swrrzasz FORIH R SQOCH K. JACKSON D. a.Ar2.'rar2, c:. BQRODT M. QEETQFZY wJ. QS ROMANETT ,N '45s E, I-CE fx 2 gf 5 G.vviL.l4.1E E. PLO56 x x. i X xx N X XX X NX XXXXXXXNRNXN XSS XX N Y X XX X X X XXX KNNNNXNNBRRNNXG

Page 70 text:

x Stan Abrams-He plays a right smart game of basketball. Jean Thomson-Blondie has a yen for chewing gum. Mickey Finkelstein-the mighty atom. Eva Totten-Our school-marm knows her a b c's. Gordon Wilson-His passion is pickles. ?Margaret Larrabee-What's Mae West got that she hasn't got. Otto Ziflie-He stars in rugby, but geometry lines floor him. Doug. Robb and Doug Johnson-All good things come in pairs. Betty Thorn- Beauty is its own excuse for being. 'l Beth Ludditt- N ods and becks, and wreathed smiles. Isser Lifshitz- He's shootin' high. Bill Homenuk-A second Rubinoff-even to the hair-cut. Marian Routledge- Windy's two hobbies are elocution and A1-ecution. Danny MacIntosh and Stan Dethridge-Don Juan had nothing on them. Russ Findlay- Full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. Marie Henderson-She likes basketball games and all day suckers. Charlie Head- I find no intellect comparable to my own. Burns Steckley- The piercing eye, the thoughtful brow. Jane Wright- In feloweship wel coude she laughe and carpe. Vaughn Young- Studied stateliness. Yvonne Davis-She gets nowhere quickly. Georgia Glasgow- Of remedies of love she knew perchaunce. Dunc. Allen-The girls just can't resist Dunc's grin. Iola Loverin-'KA friend to all. Ross Barlow-We suspect that he's not as shy as he seems. Geraldine Copeman-We see her so seldom. John Ballagh- And of his port as meke as is a mayde. Jim Homoi-Work isn't in his vocabulary. Helen Koepke- Ruby may not shine in History, but she has plenty of dates. Joyce Bugee-Our popular songstress. Pete Lay-Yes, we have a cartoonist tool Mildred Bole-Master in the arts of camouflage. F7 79 LUTHER COLLEGE OF REGINA For Young Men and Women HIGH SCHOOL DEPARTMENT SECOND YEAR UNIVERSITY in affiliation ancI co-operation with the University of Saskatchewan For information write the Principal 45

Page 72 text:

I CCURAGECUS CCMPAINIICNS Your own fair youth, you care so little for it Smiling towards Heaven, you would not stay the advances Of time and change upon your happiest fancies. I keep your golden hour, and will restore it. If ever, in time to come, you would explore it Your old self, whose thoughts went like last ycar's pansies, Look unto meg no mirror keep its glances, In my unfailing praises now I store it. To guard all joys of yours from Time's estranging I shall be then a treasury where your gay, Happy, and pensive past unaltered is. I shall be then a garden charmed from changing, In which your June has never passed away. Walk there awhile among my memories. Alice Meynell in this poem expresses far better than I can my wishes to 4C of 1935-36, that memories of your sojourn at Central may have some of the joy and beauty of recollection which this sonnet suggest. With increasing age come increasing obligations and cares. To young people those obligations should be eagerly accepted. But occasions arrive when doubt, and sometimes despair may intervene. Then is when old memories, old associations of your youthful years may bring back to you courage and faith to persevere and succeed. So to 4C, I bid farewell and God speed, trusting that memories of your work and play here at Collegiate may be a source of courage and strength to you in the sterner days that lie ahead. J. E. R.. DOXSEE. OWED TO LATIN AUTHORS To form 4C, does Chappy go, To tell of windy Cicero, Who haunts this place, that Latin bard, And makes each school day dog-gone hard, And puts our average down so low. They are the dead, Years ago they lived, Wrote books, let speeches go To us poor studes, who now rely On Chappy, to get us by In June. Think of the little that we know, Against the wall with failing hand we throw That book, may it burn or die! And yet in class with Chappy nigh We cannot sleep, though hard we try, In form 4C. -R.lVI.M. 47