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

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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.

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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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I). M. C. I. BREEZES 49 So said the writer, Swift. They come to us in reams, in lumps, Though few evince the gift! We place them all beneath the fan And let our “Breezes” blow; The lighter ones are far away, The “Krazy Kracks”—below. ■ Mr. Riter: “What is one-half of one-tenth?” Primary: “I don’t know exactly, but it won’t be very much.” Geo. Smith: “Mr. Best, T haven’t a pen.” Mr. Best: “What would you think of a soldier who went into battle without his gun?” Geo.: “I would think he was an officer.” Mr. McCabe (to Room 14) : “If I drop this explosive it will blow us all to Kingdom Come.’ Now come closer so you can follow me.” • Mr. Morgan: “What is the English equivalent for ‘fugit’?” Roy: “Male insects.” Mr. Morgan: “Explain yourself.” Ray: “lie fleas.” The man came from Banfield’s, Alas we couldn’t pay, So he took our furniture, On a due, due, duev day. Alvin Kennedy, of Newark, N.J., sat on the top of a flag pole for twelve days and twelve nights. Then he came down, the automobile salesmen bad starved to death.