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

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THE CRESCENT BUGLE, 1929 23 S-O-P-H-O-M-O-R-E-S Rah! Rah!! Rah!!! Well, gang, we are here again with a big rush as usual. What are we? We are the tens without whom no school is complete. Why? Because they are the leaders, the originators. We showed our stuff at the old school, so watch our smoke at the new school. Next year we will be Juniors, but we will shed more than one little tear upon leaving the soothing restfulness (?) of our respective rooms. Finally, the tens must be congratulated for their marvellous men¬ talities and also for their excellent showing in sports. Before signing off we wish to say that a vote of thanks to the tens would be very appropriate (? ?) as their interest in all school activities has been very great. Stanley “Red” Knight—XC. To find the proper reference read the paragraph of the Elevens A REFUTATION Oh yes, they made us feel very meek! Well, we are quite a modest set; Although the Juniors the cup did seek, They found their plans were all upset. So sure were they of that silver cup, And that they’d gain the victors’ shout, To the “Bugle” they sent a write-up— They thought they’d win without a doubt. Although they meet us in the hall, With looks of scorn and many a sneer, Yet pride must go before a fall; The Soph, is more than the Junior’s peer. After the write-up they sent in The Juniors got an awful shock, The “Great Debate” came a la fin, And now they are the laughing stock. In my conclusion I will say, This good advice let the Juniors watch: “Don’t prematurely your pride display, Don’t count your chickens before they hatch.” The Spirit of the Tens.

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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.

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24 THE CRESCENT BUGLE, 1929 IX’s Weel, here are we—the Nines! We may lack certain of the savoir faire of the Twelves; we may lack some of the arrogance of the ele¬ vated Elevens; we do not reach the lofty intellectual pedestal of the Tens, but we are at the bottom. That’s where one always finds the foundation which supports the entire structure. It’s quite a responsi¬ bility to be the Nines and we don’t wonder old Atlas tried to persuade Hercules to bear up the world for awhile. This year, too, we lack the inspiration of co-education—in short the sheep are separated from the goats, (draw your own conclusions), but, after all, that has decided advantages. We are the first Nines in the new school and it looks as if it was up to us to set a shining example that all others may follow to ad¬ vantage—Just look us over and take a few tips.