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

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24 THE CRESCENT BUGLE, 1928 THE FRESHMEN Well, here we are—the IX’s, and you can always tell a niner by the way he swells his chest. We are proud to think that we have the privilege of placing this insignificant paragraph beside some of the marvellous literary gems of the Seniors. We are at the first rung of the ladder, and, with knees rattling like castanets, we think of our first real debut into the High school— the June exams. We intend to do our best in these exams, and to hold up the honor of C.H.C.I. like a flaming torch—this year and years to come. All good students were once in Grade IX, so watch us strut our stuff. Norah Burton said last year “What the Sunbeam mystery car did for the automobile, we hope to do for Crescent Heights.” We had better change this to the Bluebird because this; car holds the world’s record. Well, toodle-oo, my friends. Next year we will be Tenner D and then we can read the freshmen’s write-up and laugh. STANLEY “Red” KNIGHT. LIKE Tfl CflRfVl VEK boOK 0 - R Lift Tint

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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!

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THE CRESCENT BUGLE, 1928 25 Around the Halls There may be profits in these arts but still Learning is labor, call it what you will. “The Spotlight” —Lethbridge High School. The size of your book might well be increased. We think otherwise very good. A few more cartoons would certainly help. We notice that you are going to have a new school next year. Congratulations; so are we. As a school we wish to express our sincere sympathy to Hugh Arnold in his recent sad bereavement. ’Tis not what man does which exalts him; but what man would do. A man’s reach should exceed his grasp, or what’s a Heaven for. Little we think, Less we do; Isn’t it funny How we pull through. Our Goal Oh ships sail east And ships sail west, While the self-same breezes blow; It’s the set of their sails, And not the gales That determines the way they go. As the winds of the sea Are the ways of fate, As we journey along through life; It’s the set of the soul That determines the goal; And not the calm nor the strife. Anon.