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

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IN TRIBUTE MISS DUNLOP AND MR. AITKEN Miss H.M. Dunlop One September morning in 1927, the sun’s rays shining through an East Calgary High School window were bounced right back again stronger than before, reflecting from the gold¬ en head of a slim young miss, just freshly arrived to teach English. A graduate of the Uni¬ versity of Saskatchewan, Miss Dunlop taught first in her native province and briefly in B.C., but she was far too bright to stay there, and to Alberta she came, and fortunately for us has remained until this day. When in 1934, a year before East Calgary became a junior high, Miss Dunlop came to Crescent Heights. I’ll wager it wasn’t long before heads were bent over composition. Well we know how dedicated that instruction became, and of what excellence it was. Hundreds of students who dared not raise their heads then, now loudly de¬ clare the thorough training they received. Graduates from every university and members of all professions come calling on Miss Dunlop, remembering her in gratitude for the insight into “The Realms of Gold” she gave them, knowing now that they had one of the foremost teachers of English in the province. It was not all dedication to study either. Brilliant wit, deep understanding and friend¬ liness made her room a happy place to be. Co-operation in Red Cross and other drives found her room at the top — proof of co-operation in school life. We regret that you are determined to say good-bye to Crescent Heights High School. Who can take your place? In going, you take with you Best Wishes for enjoyment of health and travel, art and the joys of Literature, which you have so well expounded. 6

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PRINCIPALS MESSAGE “I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears and sweat.” So said the Right Honourable Winston Churchill, Prime Minister of Great Britain. The occasion, as you know, was the threat of an invasion of Great Britain by Hitler’s Germany. You will note that Mr. Churchill was not concerned with guns, planes, tanks and other ma¬ terials of war. Rather he was stressing toil and self-sacrifice as the means to achieve the ideal of freedom for his people. It seems apparent that the danger in which the Western world finds itself today is no less real than that in which Great Britain found itself when Mr. Churchill’s words were spoken. It also seems apparent that peoples of the Western world must have ideas and ideals to which to devote their toil and for which they are willing to make sacrifices. At the individual level, this means having lofty ideals based largely on the Christian faith, and on the worth of the individual - ideals of brotherhood, integrity, industry, self- sacrifice and the sanctity of human life. Wishful thinking, lack of ideals, trust in machines and over-concern with creature comforts will be as fatal for people today as it has been for other peoples throughout history. It is the earnest hope of the staff of this school that our young people may have been led to see some of these truths and that they will, in the future, concern themselves with these permanent values and ensure a fruitful life.

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MR. ALEX AITKEN In Crescent Heights within our walls There works a man who retires next fall. His brogue is Scotch; his eye is keen; He’s small but mighty, quick and lean. In so many deeds he has taken part That it’s really hard to know where to start. He’s marched to stirring Scottish lilts Away to war in Highland kilts. Beyond this school his fame has spread. He’s an outstanding man in St. John’s First Aid. Our Queen herself is pleased to know him; He owns a medal that she gave him. He’s skilled in gaskets, valves and limbs. He can put on a splint, put an arm in a sling. Downstairs and upstairs, in class or gym, The whole school for years has depended on him. If one needed help, one just knocked on his door. He’s always been willing to help, and more. He’s been strong and sturdy, and a friend in need. To serve the school well has been his creed. And to add just one more to a varied career, He has wife and four children and grandchildren dear. He has worked at Crescent for many a year And all that time he has run in high gear. Now this year he retires and that makes us sad, But perhaps, also it should make us feel glad. For dear Mr. Aitken, you merit the leisure That retirement brings and combines rest with pleasure. Good luck and good fun to you and your wife, Happy landing in Scotland and health and long life. You know we shall think of you For you are our friend; Do come back and see us; We’ll miss you no end. Do take our best wishes, our regard and respect And we hope these wild verses won’t make you upset! 7