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

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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.

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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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24 D. M. C. I. BREEZES Caller: “I would like to see the judge, please.” Secretary: “I’m sorry, but he is at dinner.’’ Caller: “But, my man, my call is urgent.” Secretary: “It can’t he helped, His Honour is at steak.” Host: “What do you think of these cigars; I got them from an aviator?” Guest: “What does he use them for—sky-writing?” Pupil: “Our literature teacher has given me a ticket for a lecture and I don’t quite know ! what he means by it.” Another Slave: “Why, what’s t’he trouble?” Pupil: “The lecture is on ‘Fools’ and the ticket says ‘Admit One.’ ” m Mr. Ford plans to operate an aeroplane Pullman. It wdll be a serious matter then if the porter brushes you off. Overheard at the Senior Dance: She: “What a remarkably small appetite you have, Jack.” He (very anxious to say something compliment¬ ary) : “Why to sit near you, Margaret, would make anybody lost his appetite.” The Hero (in broken, anguish-stricken tones): “Will you miss me?” Voice from the “Gods”: “No, not unless you dodge pretty quick,” meal”