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

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28 THE CRESCENT BUGLE, 1929 The Spad climbed again, and then diving, swept over the German trenches with a hail of lead; but this time they were ready for him. A machine gun from below poured fire and the bullets traced a seam along the underbody of the plane. The nose wavered and the pilot slumped over in his seat with blood gushing from his mouth and nose. The controls flapped listlessly and the Spad dipped, the landing car¬ riage struck the ground and the whole plane tipped forward. The wings splintered. A thin trail of smoke began to rise from the wreck. (The end.) M. P. Martyn—XA. MASONRY 4- Grade IXE boy was asked to write an essay on Masonry, and here is what he wrote: King Solomon was a man who lived so many years in the country that he was the whole push. He was an awfully wise man, and one day two women came to him, each holding to the leg of a baby and nearly pulling it in two, and each claiming it. And King Solomon wasn’t feeling right good and he said: “Why couldn’t the brat have been twins and stopped this bother?” And then he called for his machete and was going to weylerize the poor innocent little baby, and give each woman a piece of it, when the real mother of the baby said: “Stop, Solomon; stay thy hand. Let the old hog have it. If I can’t have a whole baby, I won’t have any.” Then Solomon told her to take the baby and go home and wash its face, for he knew it was hers. He told the other woman to go chase herself. King Solomon built Solomon’s Temple, and was the father of Masons. He had seven hundred wives and three hundred lady friends, and that’s why there are so many Masons in the world. My father says King Solomon was a warm member, and I think he was hot stuff myself. That’s all I know about King Solomon. F. Alison Brownie—XIIB.

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THE CRESCENT BUGLE, 1929 27 they too went out to their respective machines and superintended the tuning up that was going on. In half an hour all was ready and the pilots climbed into the cock¬ pits. Carefully they looked over every detail. Had they a full tank? a full supply of “ammo?” a full ration of oil? Yes, everything was O.K. “Contact.” The ten motors broke into a roar. Slowly the planes began to move across the field until they were facing the slight breeze. Then one gathered up speed and took off. Then another and another, and soon all were in the air. Higher and higher they climbed; the squadron leader took his position in the lead and off the whole ten planes sailed in V formation. Farther and farther—until they were mere specks in the rising sun! After half an hour’s flying, the trenches spread out beneath them, mere zig-zag lines on a scar-slashed table. Dozens of small white puffs below told them of a heavy German bombardment that was going on. The Huns were breaking through. Ludendorf was smashing the Allies. Suddenly a cloud of Fokker D-7’s burst upon them from above. Instantly the air was filled with Spads, Fokkers, bullets and the roar of two dozen motors. The fight grew warmer, the German pilots kept pressing; two Fokker Triplanes dived from the sun to aid them. If their troops on the ground were going to break through, they must have command of the air, and these Huns certainly fought as if they meant to have it. The Spads were as determined that they would not, and, in ten minutes seven planes had crashed in flames, four Huns, three Britishers. Again the Germans were reinforced by more machines of the Maltese Cross, and in half an hour there were but three Fokkers and two Spads left. Five minutes more and two Spads and two Fokkers remained. In sixty seconds there was one Spad, with an exhausted pilot. The plane was full of bullet holes, but nothing of importance had been touched. “With our backs to the wall,” his infantry were fighting a losing fight. He must aid them. How? Then an idea struck him. Down he dived. The earth seemed to rush up to meet him with ever-increas¬ ing speed. The roar of his motor almost deafened him. The attack was now spread out before his eyes and pulling back on his stick, he flattened out. His twin Vickers spat fire through the propeller and the German infantrymen went down in heaps. Up the Spad zoomed, looped and then repeated the performance. The attack in that sector wavered. In the face of this new danger it seemed foolhardy to advance. The Huns broke and flattened themselves to the ground. The Tommies cheered their airman with enthusiasm.

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THE CRESCENT BUGLE, 1929 29 OSBORNE CUP DEBATES This year much interest centred about the Osborne Cup Debates. At the beginning there was a full entry from the four Tens, four Elevens and three Twelves. XB, however, was unable to enter the two teams necessary and was forced to default to XD. The subject for the first round, February 7th — “Resolved that Radio instructions should be introduced into the schools,” brought XIIA, XIIB, XIA, XIB, XA, XD into the second round. The winners of the second round were XIIA, XIB and XA. The subject for this round was: “Resolved that Education is a greater contribution to World Peace than Reduction of Armaments.” XIB drew the bye and the battle of words between XIIA and XA resulted in a victory for XA. It was now decided to hold the final debate in connection with the Hi-y annual concert. Accordingly Catherine Frost and Margaret Me-