Daniel McIntyre Collegiate Institute - Breezes Yearbook (Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada)

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22 D. M. C. I. BREEZES Well, you haven’t—for when he’s running it’s impossible. Greased lightning isn’t in it! Look what he did at our Field Day. And we must not forget our coming prima donna, Hilda Phelps, who is one of the “Josephines” in “H.M.S. Pinafore.” In fact so many and varied are the gifts of every one of our room members that there is not nearly enough space to enumerate all their talents and virtues, but these are so self evident that there is, as far as we can see, not the slightest need to remind you of them. —M. A. and H. P. ROOM 58 J OOM 58 rejoices in a most capable executive committee with Waver- ley Wilson as President; Clair Zryd as Vice-President, and Cherry Crawford as Secretary-Treasurer. We have come to the conclusion that Frances, with her little faculty for interrupting the teachers in the riiidst of their digressions, must really try to curb her unrestrained passion. Just think, we have with us “an infant progeny (as one of stu¬ dents remarked) in the person of Llewellyn Johns. He fairly non¬ plusses the teachers with a stream of puzzling questions. His last was: “What do you have to do to be a hero?” Live and learn, Llewellyn, live and learn. Then there is Willis, with his soul-inspiring voice, who chortles with laughter at the least auspicious moments. We are quite impressed with the tender care which Reuben bestows upon his glasses. It is really a joy to see him take them out so gently, and dust them so assiduously. In fact, this little gesture is an inspira¬ tion to the rest of the class. P.S. (Percy Smith)—Please note his mournful sneeze. Heard in the French Class Gladys was translating. All went smoothly until she came to the words “ces dames.” Gladys hesitated, and Miss Doupe said reproach¬ fully, “Ces dames, Gladys, ces dames.” Gladys gasped, and when Miss Doupe realized the peculiar signi¬ ficance of the words, she experienced, as she afterwards confessed, the most embarrassing moment of her life. —M. A. A Mathematical Problem Authorities differ as to the number of apples that were eaten by Adam and Eve. It is the opinion of some that Eve 8 (ate) and Adam 2 (too), a total of 10, while others hold that Eve 8 and Adam 8, a total of 16. According to the most recent investigations, the above figures are wrong, for if Eve 8 and Adam 8 2, the total must be 90. “Well,” said Waverley, “it seems to me if there were giants in those days, probably Eve 8 1 and Adam 8 2, which would give a total of 163.” “I am not at all satisfied,” said Betty, “it seems to me that if Eve 8 1 and Adam 812, they together consumed 893.”

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D.M. C. I. BREEZES 21 the Senior girls’ shuttle team on Field Day, because you know she can run like a son-of-a-gun. Perhaps we should also mention that diminutive piece of dynamite, Sam Baird. Although small in stature, he possesses astounding capabili¬ ties for creating a disturbance, in every sense of the word. In his varied activities he ' has a good second in the form of one Stanley Boulter. Our notable President, Don Hatch, has been sick for the past few weeks, but is now back with us. Outside of being somewhat “pale around the gills” he is as good as ever. The good qualities of the remainder of the class are so evenly dis¬ tributed that it would be unfair to mention any one in particular. With this in mind we can see no feasible reason why we should continue this satire on Room 55. -—L. C. Rankin. H.M.S. FIFTY-SIX beg to introduce ourselves as the crew of the good ship Fifty-six, the leader of the Fleet—in our own opinion at least. We are very fortunate in having such capable officers to steer our course through¬ out the coming year. Our gallant captain, H. Finsness, is ably assisted by the second in command, Margaret Marsh. Our second mate, Marjorie Miller, also serves in the capacity of purser very efficiently. Being exception¬ ally intellectual (?) we also have a ship’s librarian, Hilda Phelps. The sporting life on board ship is ably directed by Helen Maclennan and D. Cook. The wireless operator—very fond of broadcasting— is Margaret Ashley. We have sailed through calm seas so far (barring a few small gales not worth mention- ing) but breakers—in the shape of Christmas exams —loom ahead. However, in the words of our cap- f J tain: “ A better crew never sailed the ocean,” and we hope to come through with flying colors. •= Perhaps you never knew it—we only just realized it ourselves-—but owing to the many complimentary (?) re¬ marks of the teachers, we at last share their belief that we have in Room 56 by far the most intelligent, sporting, and industrious students in the school. Take, for instance, Finsness, our notable President. Even after being away for several weeks and doing next to no homework, he some¬ how contrives to stand second in class. It’s not fair to the rest of us. Not only that, but darned if he does not make the track team, and then to crown all, just escapes being a Council member. Then again, consider our diminutive Secretary, Marjorie Miller. The amount of work this young lady accomplishes is truly remarkable. She is, as Victor Hugo aptly puts it, “a mouse doing the work of an elephant.” Oh, well, there are only six months more to go. “Good things are done up in small parcels.” Take, for instance, Douglas Cook. Have von ever seen him run? Did I hear vou sav yes?

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D. M. C. I. BREEZES 23 ‘I am sure you are all wrong,” insisted Sadie, “for I consider that Eve 814 Adam and Adam 8 12 4 Eve, so we get a total of 8,938.” “But look here,” broke in Mabel, “if Eve 814 Adam, and Adam 812 4 2 oblige Eve, surely the total must have been 82,056. At this point Mr. Duncan suggested that they might let the matter rest and get back to their algebra. ROOM 61 THE “ Boosters” have not, as yet, held any social events. But we have elected our class officers. The victims are as follows: Presi¬ dent, Margaret Bletc ' her; Vice-President, Kathleen Turner; Secretary, Jean Robinson; Sports Captain, Dorothy Hilton; Librarian, Shirley Roberts, who is also a member of the Junior Council; Class Monitor, Janet Watt; “Breezes” Representative, Mary Bletcher. The captains of the four baseball, volley ball teams are: Florence Pepper, Mildred Armstrong, Hilda Decter, Dorothy Hilton. Some prominent members are: Strong-armed Mildred, Peppery Florence, Page Doris, Butter Lily, Boal Margaret, the “outstanding” Elsie Deeks, and Kathleen Cameron, the last of that great clan. ONE NIGHT J HAD been travelling all day and now, this evening, I was sitting on the tiny verandah of the rickety hotel, enjoying a much-needed rest. It was a typical tropic night. The stars hung so close in the deep velvety sky that one could imagine they were near enough to be plucked from their setting. The air was heavy with the scent of some tropical flower, unknown to me, and which I could not see. Presently a young fellow sauntered up. He was about my age, I thought, and not very good-looking—again like me. I was surprised but not annoyed when he took the chair beside mine and began to speak. “By the way,” he said, “may I look at that pin you are wearing?” My hand strayed to the lapel of my coat. “Oh, it’s only an old school pin,” I laughed. “What school did you go to?” he inquired. “You probably wouldn’t know it, but it was the ‘Daniel Mac,’ as we affectionately called it.” “Why, I went there,” said my new acquaintance. Then followed a bliss¬ ful hour of “Say, were you there when so-and-so did such-and-such a thing,” or “do you remember old so-and-so, great scout wasn’t he?” And more of that sort of thing. At last when we had exhausted our memories, he asked my name. When I replied he gave me a look of admiration. “Gosh,” he exclaimed, “think of the old school producing a great writer like you!” “Not very great,” I modestly answered. This is my greatest dream. Do you think it will ever come true? If it does, this will be my “nom de plume”— —A. J. Oker.