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

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46 D. M. C. I. BREEZES ROOM 56 It’s a long time since you heard from us, but that’s the fault of the Editor, we ’re always ready to talk. Our room is, as you probably know, the most intelligent in the school. We are noted for our scintillating brilliance in all branches of study, and intend to cop off three or four .scholarships in June. Our debaters, Margaret Marsh and Gordon Josie, nobly upheld the room, but met an honorable defeat at the hands of the Room 18 fol¬ lowers of Demosthenes. However, we do not devote all our time to the pursuit of knowledge. Fifty-six also enters enthusiastically into the sporting life of this noble institution. On Monday, the sixth of May (to be strictly accurate), the girls’ baseball schedule was begun. With their customary vim, the girls of fifty-six started off with a bang, the first home-run of the season being scored by first-baseman Margaret Marsh. The boys—but we’U let their sports captain, Doug. Cook, relate their baseball prowess. His report is as follows: “As ‘scholars’ Room 56 are good baseball players. We are ably assisted by Room 55 in forming a first class team. We have some notables on our team. Our shortstop is none other than Bill Kibble- white, Our speed artist. But we have also a real scholar playing for us in the shape of Harold Finsness. He will help us greatly in “bringing home the bacon,” not only in the baseball championship, but in a scholarship. Then there is young Keith Moore, our hurler. Besides hurling a mean game he has a lusty clout. Our local Babe Ruth is Lloyd Rankin, from 55. He has clouted no less than six home runs in four games.” The school side of life in the room appears to have been held up by rhe girls alone during the year. The feminine portion of the room had (he time of its life during the last snowfall of the season. After taking only one week to make up its minds—individually and collectively, it finally decided to embark on a momentous adventure, in other words— a toboggan party. Accordingly, one beautiful, snowy, winter evening, about fifteen damsels swung lightly (or otherwise) aboard a street car bound for River Park. With characteristic ease and swiftness they rapidly obtained the largest toboggan possible, and, dragging it man¬ fully up the slope, were off in a rush of wind, beating all track records. Three of our most intrepid maidens indulged in a little Alpine climbing and expended considerable energy in scrambling up the slides by means of the space customarily occupied by the toboggan—evidently pre¬ ferring this method to toiling up the plehian stairway. After an hour of ups and downs, the party returned to the home of Evelyn Rollins for the most enjoyable portion of the evening—“eats.” To use a time worn phrase “a good time was had by all, and everyone returned home tired but happy.” The other day, one of our most brilliant students inquired brightly if anyone had discovered the answer to the following question: “Why did the hobo hop?” A chuckle greeted this witticism—genius is ap¬ preciated in fifty-six. But one failed to respond in the orthodox man-

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D. M. C. I. BREEZES 45 THE “GOOD SHIP 53” Ship ahoy! Great was the commotion as the “Good Ship 53” was launched on the sea of graduation dresses. Everything pointed to a record trip and the enthusiasm of the sailors was unsurpassed as the scissors’ keel ploughed through white chiffon waves. The worthy captain, Miss Ingram, commanded the operations with experienced skill. Under her guiding hand we cruised gaily out of the harbor into more treacherous seas. No accident occurred until “Mate” John¬ ston fell overboard, damaging the front of her dress to such an extent that we were com¬ pelled to land at Port Eaton’s to procure more material. Before the “Good Ship 53” neared its destination other slight mishaps occurred, but these did not impede its pro¬ gress. A few miles from the home port our numbers were increased by a millinery crew with their competent captain. Miss Dowler. Towards the close of our voyage, with miles of seams and fagotting in our wake, we welcome the sight of shore, which looms in the dis¬ tance. When the ship docks numerous friends and acquaintances will eagerly flock to view our display of treasures. —A.B. and P.J. ROOM 53 Important events of this term have been the inter-room debates. Practically every room in the school entered a team, consisting of two pupils. Room 53 did not lag behind in this respect. Margaret McKel- vie and Isabel Craig were its choice. The fi rst topic debated was, “Resolved that modern education fails- to develop character.” The second topic debated was, “Resolved that Western ideals in the Orient are a detriment to immediate progress there.” The debaters were continually urged on by our English teacher, Mrs. Elliott, who was anxious that they should be a credit to the room. After Margaret and Isabel had been refreshed by a rest in the Easter holidays, they debated with Cherry Crawford and Willis Wheatly on whether or not “Residential schools were superior to public schools.” Again Margaret and Isabel were victorious. It was a singular coincidence that in every debate Room 53’s representatives supported the negative arguments. However, both girls state that they enjoyed the work greatly, and hope that the custom of inter-room debates will be continued in the future.

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D. M. C. I. BREEZES 47 ner, and merely looked thoughtful. At last, however, his face bright¬ ened. “I have it!” he exclaimed, “because he saw the fox trot!” The victim is recuperating, and expects to be back in time to write the finals. Speaking of exams., Room 56 is awaiting the 18th of June with some impatience and anticipation. Mingled with these pleasant sensations is a feeling of regret that we are leaving the old school forever (if we’re lucky). Never more will we work or play within its walls; no more will we occupy the dear old chemistry lab., where we spent so many happy hours among all the friendly little atoms and molecules, with the reflec¬ tion of the lighted gas jet flickering merrily in the polished surfaces of the test tubes. We wipe away a tear—but let us cheer up. We may be back in a couple of months, ready for another year in Grade XI. But, in case we don’t return—here’s to the good old Collegiate—long may she flourish! ROOM 58 Marion Archibald—Gorgeous. Louise Bewick—Henry’s Made a Lady Out of Lizzie. Lucy Boothman—Hearts and Flowers. Beulah Braid—Varsity Drag. Beatrice Brooks—The Old Oaken Bucket. Gwendoline Carter—Sunshine. Gladys Conklin—Ain’t She Sweet? Cherry Crawford—When Irish Eyes are Smilin’. Dorothy Douglas—Scherzo in D sharp. Clemency Dunsmore—My Darling Clementine. Frances Fox—When Frances dances with me. Lilya Guttormsson—Lay My Head Beneath a Rose. Betty Francis—Always. Minnie Hantscharuk—The Merry Widow. Christina Horn—Auld Lang Syne. Edith Horton—Collegiate. Margaret Hutcheson—And Her Golden Hair was Hanging Down Her Back. Svanhuit Johanneson—The Swan Song. Evelyn King—Long Live the King!!! Jessie Little—0 Katharina! Edna Mason—Baby Face. Jean Murdock—That Certain Party. Ruby Palmason—The Last Rose of Summer. Beatrice Quilliams—Moonlight and Roses. Sadie Robbins—Spring Song. Mabel Sheard—Dainty Miss. Christina Steel—The Vacant Chair. Emma Stephenson—After the Ball. Mildred iStorsater—The Prisoner’s Song. Eleanor Thomas—My Darling Nellie Gray. Audrey Thompson—Tommy Lad. Thelma Wallman—Just Like a Butterfly Caught in the Rain.