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

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THE CRESCENT BUGLE, 1929 •«(, ■joJ ae t unc tr C te M«of 9 fi o » Che neck. TEACHER; WHO PUT THAT TACK ON MY CHAIR? ED. LEWIS : PLEASE TEACHER,— TEACHER : YES, EDWIN, WHO DID IT? ' ED, LEWIS: I DON ' T KNOW

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20 THE CRESCENT BUGLE, 1929 OUR SCHOOL HISTORY (By J. D. Fergus on) For the origin of the present Crescent Heights High School we go back to the year 1913, when a separate High school unit was estab¬ lished in East Calgary in the Alexandra school, under the principal- ship of Mr. French, with two assistants. From here it was transfer¬ red to King George school for a few T months in 1914. In Septembei of the same year it again moved to Stanley Jones school with Mr. Dolan as principal, and five assistants. The following year it was transferred to Balmoral school with Mr. Aberhart in charge, and nine assistants. It was here that it assumed its present name of “Crescent Heights High School” and here its wanderings ceased during the per¬ iod 1915 to the beginning of 1929. In this interval no fewer than forty-four teachers have served on the staff. The majority of these have been enticed away by more lucrative offers in other centres. Of the present staff only two have seen continuous service since 1915 Principal Aberhart and J. D. Ferguson. The remaining mem¬ bers joined the staff in the following order: Miss McKellar, Miss Todd, E. Smith, P. Brecken, Miss Giles, Miss Wylie, C. V. Asselstine, M. L.’ Watts, W. T. Watts, J. L. Laurie, R. S. MacLeod, G. F. Hollins- head, Miss Beveridge, Mrs. Hill, H. E. McFaul, Miss Hobbs, Miss Field and H. G. Beacom. January 7th, 1929, was a red letter day in the history of our school for it marked the opening of the new Crescent Heights High School. Sixteen years of anticipation had prepared us for fully appreciating the advantages of this present and permanent educational home. It is interesting to note that on the opening date eighteen of the possible twenty-one class rooms were occupied and there is no doubt that Sep¬ tember, 1929, will find us with a capacity house.

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22 THE CRESCENT BUGLE, 1929 THE SENIORS With many loud whoops and hurrahs, the Seniors will come rush¬ ing out of the seven doors of the school at the end of June; along with chattering, “freshies,” happy “Sophs” and chortling “Juniors.” “But here and there a sob was heard, rising in melodious refrain, ’Cause July was here, school was out, and we’d never return again.” Of course, this was written before results of the examinations come up. But I earnestly adhere to the fact that no sobs will be heard on our part for, after four years of trials and tribulations in the form of Four o’clock detentions, Latin, extra classes, studying, etc., who would ? Nevertheless the Seniors are a vital part of the school. We turned out to all the Inter-school games both to Rugby and Hockey,—we attended all social functions, and, in fact we did everything that could be expected of good students. This year’s Juniors will be next year’s Seniors and we sincerely trust that they will turn out as well as we have (they couldn’t be bet¬ ter). Three lusty, resounding cheers for the SENIORS! H. D. McBride. THE JUNIORS Ladies and gentlemen, take my advice—Come to the Juniors to open your eyes. We are young, we are gay, and I mean what I say When I tell you we’re destined to rise We look with disdain at the poor Sophomore, The Freshmen do not dare to darken our door. The Seniors are crazy, egoistic and lazy, Yet they look to the Juniors with reverence galore; We’re the leaders of sport in the athletic host; Our fame is universal from coast to coast. We all do our bit on the track, in the pit, And in every race we’re the “first past the post.” In hockey, basketball and rugby we shine; In comparison the others are so many kine. We win great distinction in our rivals’ extinction, Provoking envy from Grades twelve, ten and nine. In highest society we are the peak; We set the new fashions throughout the whole week. Our debators win, in triumph march in, Subdue their opponents and leave them quite meek. We all love our country and for it we’d die, We honor the flag that is waving on high; Yet all being confes’t, what we really love best Is our beautiful High School of C.H.C.I. Jack Lewis—XIA.