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

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30 D. M. C. I. BREEZES SENIOR GLEE CLUB OFFICERS Back Row—L. Johns, W. Kibblewhite, B. Williamson, F. Lang, L. Bruce. Front row—L. Furney, Ruby Orris, M. Mann, C. Crawford, F. Fox. APRIL MAGIC Sunlight streaming through the window, Robin’s voice without, Oh, I am so very happy, I want to sing and shout! Sunlight streaming through the window, Oh, its magic bliss! It’s only in sweet springtime That its charm is just like this! Sunlight coming through the window In a golden stream, How pure is April sunshine And how I love its gleam! Sunshine streaming, robin singing, Cheery, eery, ee; Life seems like a living music, A bubbling melody. Sunlight streaming through the window, How I dance about! Robin, too; skies are blue, So, I must go out! —Anna Tempt.

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D. M. C. I. BREEZES 9 of part-songs, solos with either instrumental or vocal accompaniments, chorus, unison songs, among which were included the ever popular folk-songs. The first number, “The Hunt is Up,” was very well received, and the boy sopranos were enthusiastically applauded and encored on their rendering of “Where the Bee Sucks,” an old English song. The soloists especially, seemed to be appreciated, Charles Draper probably scoring the biggest “hit.” His type of voice—baritone—seemed to be the most pleasing ancl it was very effective in the song “Youth Will Needs have Dalliance.” James Barber, James Davis, and Ronald Reid also sang very charmingly and their selections “Wi’ a Hundred Pipers,” “Take a Pair of Sparkling Eyes,” and “Ye Banks and Braes,” were heartily encored. The quartette and chorus work always struck a joyous note, the accompanists adding fresh beauty to each number. Special praise should be given to the boy soloists, Edwin Brazier, who gave, “0 For the Wings of a Dove,” together with “Orpheus and His Lute,” and Lawrence Baldwin, who took part in the quartette “The Forget-Me- Not.” The songs, however, that the audiences seemed to enjoy most were the Sailor iShanteys, in which Albert Green did solo Avork. He had a very pleasing personality, and Avas recalled four or five times. Altogether it was a very enjoyable and worthwhile evening, and one Avhich will be remembered for a long time to come. —F.F. H.M.S. PINAFORE 0 the first three days of February, a light opera was presented at the Isaac Brock School, by the amalgamated Senior Glee Clubs of the Daniel McIntyre Collegiate. (In case you people who have slept all winter don’t know.) The opera performed was written by our good friends, Gilbert and Sullivan, former graduates of the Royal Navy, scene shifters and deck-SAvabbers (?). The play Avas produced with much gusto and vigor. The Senior Girls’ Glee Club took upon ' them¬ selves the soprano, etc., parts ancl rendered many pitiful airs (!!). The Senior Boys’ Glee Club, however, balanced up this deficit, and sang basso and “barrowtone” (or baritone) much to the delight of the audience, who received their humble offers with eggs, chairs, etc. In spite of these drawbacks, Miss Kin lev’s splendid conducting, Miss Anderson’s dancing instructions, Miss Hickson’s efforts in keeping the girls in their places, Mr. Mountford’s splendid contribution of scenery, and Mr. Hoole’s prompting and last-minute instructions behind stage, all ' helped to put the opera over Avith a bang. The east who helped the chorus out Avas: The Admiral, Fred Lang; Captain Corcoran, Bill KibbleAvhite; Josephine, Hilda Phelps and Mildred Harrison; Cousin Hebe, Vera Lamont; Buttercup, Frances Fox and Audrey Mclnnes; Ralph Rackstraw, Jack Easterbrook; Bos’ns Mate, Lloyd Bruce; Bosn., Bob Williamson. —Robt. Williamson, Room 51.

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D. M. C. I. BREEZES 11 LITERARY HOROSCOPE OF THE “BREEZES” STAFF Time—Spring of 1943. Place—A richly appointed dentist’s office. A business-like young woman stood irresolutely before a closed door, on the glass of which appeared in gilt lettering the name of one “Dr. Robert Paul—Painless Dentist.” Finally, screwing up all her courage, she turned the knob of the door, and stepped firmly into the room. At once a white-clad nurse came forward to greet her. “You have an appointment? Oh yes! Here it is—H. Phelps. The doctor will be finished in just a minute.” The nurse left the room, leaving Miss Phelps to glance around the office. In one corner sat a gentleman—a business man to judge from his appearance. He was seated in a chair which was much too large for him, but nevertheless, he seemed to be enjoying himself, for he was smoking a big, brown cigar. Miss Phelps, who was a reporter, wondered where she had seen him before. Why, of course ! It was James McKay, the president of the Toronto Broker’s Association. The young woman crossed the room. “I am Miss Hilda Phelps, reporter of the Toronto Star. Could you give me some pointers on how to be a success in busi¬ ness life?” The man was all flustered. “Yes, indeed, Miss Phelps, I shall be glad to tell you all I can.” Then followed his life story. He had lived in Winnipeg. He had no father or mother, and consequently had to work his way through school. But today he was the president of a large corporation. At this moment in the heart-breaking narrative. Miss Phelps was called into the inner room. She seated herself in the dentist’s chair, and all went well for a while. But soon she began to drift into unconsciousness. While under the ether, the young reporter seemed to think she was interviewing several prominent people. As some of these talks were especially interesting, we shall set them forth. It was the Globe Opera House in Toronto. The place was crowded with old and young, rich and poor. At last the curtain rose, and the announcer came forward, “Ladies and Gentlemen, tonight we have with us the greatest baritone soloist in Canada. Let me introduce Mr. Wil¬ liam E. Kibblewhite.” The young man blushed modestly, and then began to sing. Such applause was never before given to any opera singer. Strange to say, the song that had the greatest appeal was one of his own composing en¬ titled, “Little Old Red School on Alverstone.” After the opera, Miss Phelps went to her office. There she glanced at a magazine. Among the list of contents was “Poems of Lloyd Ran¬ kin, Canada’s Greatest Poet.” After reading these the young woman looked at another paper. There to her amazement she read “Big New