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

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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.

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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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23 THE CRESCENT BUGLE, 1928 THE JUNIORS Hark to the voice of the ’29 class. We hope to be heard above the clarion notes of the “Bugle,” telling everyone who we are, what we have done, and how. The Sophomore’s highest aim is to be a Junior, as also the Senior’s sincerest regret is that he must pass on, and no more be able to view the brilliant Juniors. Accept our sym¬ pathy and congratulations. When you are gone we shall move up to take your place and accept your attitude, watching with regret the brilliant Juniors, who were only minor Sophs when we were Juniors. The ship of time has hovered slowly over the school. But the re¬ sult of its work and influence are manifest. For example it has in¬ creased the age of every single one of us by one year, and all since last June. It has, I repeat, made us, each and all, a year older, put more pep into us, swelled our muscles and softened our thick skulls. No more does the unquestioned wisdom of the teachers beat futiley at closed doors, but enters through every pore in our worthy noodles. Even so have the Juniors been to the school, they have achieved no remarkable phenomenon as did Father Time. Yet here is their vastly more important contribution: they have provided the choicest wit and beauty of the school (?) : They act as stimuli on the teachers for the benefit of the other classes (??) they have made themselves indispensable to the whole school (???). With all these varied and unique accomplishments before them, all sensible Seniors and others should bow down and on bended knee exclaim, “Hail, Juniors we need thee—thy spirit—they presence is indispensable—0 leave us not.” Each, after all, learns only what he can; Who grasps the moment as it flies, He is the real man.—Goethe. THE SOPHOMORES To the Sophomores let us roar Praise galore, for evermore. Hello, folks! The 1930 class is here. We, the Sophmores are here for inspection. All the school’s a stage and all the boys and girls simply players. They have their exits and their entrances (one front, two side-doors, and a fire escape). The one student in his time plays many parts: Yesterday a Grade IX sufferer; today a Sophomore; tomorrow a part in the showing of the school at the Banquet. The 1930 grads, have turned out with punctuality to all the hockey games, dances, and other “social” activities. Mentally, of course, the students of Grade X are exceptionally clever!! We need not mention that. We finally conclude that the Sophomores are an essential vitamin to C.H.C.I. Without all their smiling faces flittering about the hall¬ ways, this old shack would seem as empty as a tomb. Let us all praise the Sophomores! -—Three lusty cheers for the Sophomores!