Crescent Heights High School - Bugle Yearbook (Calgary, Alberta Canada)

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21 THE CRESCENT BUGLE, 1928 SHALL I PLAN ON UNIVERSITY? To most High school graduates University seems very remote— just as remote as was Grade XII and Graduation some four years ago. But, of course, almost everyone wishes to attend University and the vagueness of the prospect should be no discouragement. For it is certain that in three years or so, you will be able to profit more by a University training than you would, say, next year. Your twelve years’ Public school course has been a long road to travel and a break of a few years will come like a refreshing rest. But almost everyone at least considers the idea of attending a University, even though he does not cherish it. And I have yet to see a graduate, no matter how bad his digestion and general outlook might be, who does not look back with pleasure to the day when, as a green and self-conscious Freshman, he signed his name to his first registration blank. For the University community is a young peoples’ world in minia¬ ture, but much more comprehensive than the High school world. At University we meet young men and women, not from three or four different city districts, but from three or four different provinces, and their outlooks are as varied as the types of environment from which they have come. This mingling with all kinds and manner of people is an education in itself. But better still, among this cosmo¬ politan group you are going to make a few firm friends. And, after High school pals have entered walks of life that lead them away from you, your University friends, who have shared with you the same in¬ tense interests in work and play, remain as friends, year in and year out. But University, besides enlarging your sphere of acquaintance, should also broaden out your mental outlook. You are living in an intellectual atmosphere, an atmosphere that cultivates a respect and interest in knowledge just as kindness and understanding cultivate friendship. Probably you will find for yourself one subject that be¬ comes a hobby. If so, you are fortunate, for you have acquired a permanent pleasure which makes you independent of automobiles, mah-jong, cross-word puzzles, bridge, and all other distracting amusements. 0, yes, there is the social whirl; a place for everyone from the epicurean to the ascetic. The athlete has a splendid opportunity for developing his prowess, the musician is sure to be appreciated, even the amateur comedian will be idolized—if he is very original. But these are hardly reasons for attending University. There is, of course, a practical aspect to University training, which is an urgent motive for almost everyone. American authori¬ ties have shown, with the aid of reams of statistics, that a University education is an excellent money investment which will pay dividends no matter what kind of work you eventually pursue. University students do not dwell much on this phase, because there are usually the “lean” years that always precede the promised years of plenty. But probably in this practical day, the money value of an educa tion— for a University education has a real money value—provides the most cogent reason for attending University.

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20 THE CRESCENT BUGLE, 1928 “The judgment of this court is that restitution of the stolen article be made to the plaintiff, and that the defendant himself be deprived of hope for the space of twelve calendar months.” Who will dispute the wisdom of that Magistrate? That Magistrate is your better judgment. The prosecuting- attorney represents your Discouragements. You had better confine your discouragements to the rubbish heap for the next twelve months at least. Remember there is still an opportunity of success for the person who has hope, living in his breast. WILLIAM ABERHART, B.A., Principal. CRESCENT HEIGHTS—“A GROWING SCHOOL” Within the past two years, Crescent Heights has adopted a motto, by which she indicates to the outside world something of her aims and achievements. Although it is but recently that we have decided upon “crescit eundo” as our watchword, wel realize that ever since its foundation, Crescent Heights has been a “growing school.” I wonder how many of us have ever stopped to consider what really is involved in the phrase “a growing school.” Our first indica¬ tion of progress is the increase in the number of students attending C.H.C.I. We know how rapidly our school has advanced in this re¬ spect, and we ex-students feel, with gratitude, that we still “belong.” This, in itself, is a splendid indication of the spirit of co-operation which exists among the students of Crescent Heights,—a spirit which points out growth in another important direction. In estimating the value of the time we spent in High School, we must realize that it is not so much the formal knowledge which we obtain that really counts, but the incidental teaching of the lessons of service, co-operation, and loyalty. If these lessons are thoroughly learned, we need have no fear for the future. We sincerely hope that Crescent Heights High School will con¬ tinue to live up to her motto, and give her students the right to say : “We belong to a growing school—‘Crescit eundo.’ ” MARGARET WATSON. Sometimes we style ourselves “we.” We ask you to believe, or misbelieve if you like, that this indiscretion was committed in a mo¬ ment of self-confidence. “WE” EDITORS.

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22 THE CRESCENT BUGLE, 1928 Freshman Sophomore Junior Senior . Brimstone Moonstone Grindstone Tombstone THE SENIORS Father Time and his famous scythe have trudged through another year. His beard, by careful measurement, has been ascertained to have grown .7384 inches during the year. This was due to several things, chief among them being—The atmospheric conditions sur¬ rounding the sun, the tendency for people with flat feet to show an increased fondness for apple pie and the extraordinary brilliancy of the Crescent Heights senior students throughout the year. Following in the footsteps of Father Time (literally, not actually), another senior class,—young, innocent and wide-eyed, is about to graduate from Crescent Heights, about to go forth into the cold, cold world, some to go to their chosen occupation, some to Normal, others will be catching the one A.M. train to Edmonton on a certain chilly night next October and others still will probably go into the far, far west, where men are men and canaries sing bass. The Class of 1928, as is usual with Senior Classes, has proved itself wonderfully brilliant, exceedingly clever, and filled to overflow¬ ing with original ideas and bright cracks. Humor, too, has been prevalent throughout the year, some of it being so original that we failed to appreciate it properly. Of course this is only to be expected, for we have been informed frequently that “young days are happy days.” Needless to say, we the Seniors are proud of our class. The “twelves” have retained pos¬ session of the Osborne Cup, the boys have won the Inter-room Hockey championship and from the ranks of the Seniors comes the most brilliant orator of the school. XIIB modestly admits the responsi¬ bility for these successes, but XIIA has a word to say for itself, too. Who would deny XIIA a high and noble place in the annals of Cres¬ cent Heights when such names confront us as those of Carlyle Eng¬ land, president of the highly successful Senior Literary Society, and Adam Tulloch and George Scott, inventors-in-chiefs of countless “monkey-shines” and pranks, which could not be improved upon by even a court jester except in some minor technical details? Are we not worthy of the respect of the Juniors ? The respect of those who will be the Seniors of ’29? The reply is unanimous, we are! Twenty years from now, may we, the Class of today look back on old C.H.C.I., our old High school, and from our places as presidents and professors, scientists and senators, say—“You made me what I am today,—I hope you’re satisfied.” And may the old school, with echoes flitting back and forth through the upper hall, softly reply— “Well, it might have been worse.” N. R. JENNEJOHN, XIIB.