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

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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.

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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 48 Norma Williams—Among my Souvenirs. Agnes Willms—Russian Lullaby. Marguerite Hodge—When You and I Were Young, Maggie. Abram de Fehte—Mississippi Mud. Reuben Groves—Just a Baby’s Prayer at Twilight. Osborne Hawkins—Everybody’s Buddy. Llewellyn Johns—Yes Sir! That’s My Baby. James Mackay—Me and My Shadow. Charles Marden—Charley, My Boy. Jack Palmason—Sweet and Low. William Pfeifer—Just Before the Battle, Mother. Douglas Tedford—Dear Little Boy of Mine. Willie Wheatley—Anvil Chorus. Clair Zvrd—Sweet Man. Percy Smith—Asleep in the Deep. Room 58 has been remarkably successful in girls’ sports. Witness the victories of our volleyball and basketball teams, who won the inter¬ room championship. Now, in the midst of the baseball season, we look for further success. Room 58 is justly proud of its representatives in the debating series, Cherry Crawford and Willie Wheatley. They were outstand¬ ingly successful, and entered the finals, but, unfortunately lost to Room 53 in the last debate. We take comfort, however, in the fact that our opponents won only by a very small margin and that the judges were of the opinion that(?) our argument was possibly better. We are sure that it was. OBITUARY ' PO the loving memory of School Dances, who passed out from our midst this term, we dedicate this memoriam. She leaves behind the sweet and tender memories of many a happy hour, and her passing will be regretted by all who knew her. Thus, though we, who were accustomed to wel¬ come her several times a year, must now forego that pleasure, we may at least remember her, lest we meet her elsewhere. Fate has decreed it shall be so, and we must not complain, “The old order changeth, Yielding place to new.” Wise, likewise, and otherwise—but mostly otherwise, we still have the Graduation Dance, and for this we may be thankful, even though we still mourn theother. “Gone but not Forgotten.” —L. Johns, 58.