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

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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.

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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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50 D. M. C. I. BREEZES’ Mussolini has at last established the truth of an old saying—the king can do no wrong. (He hasn’t got a chance.) An arm protruding from the side of a machine ahead signfies any one of the following things: The motorist is (1) knocking ashes off his cigarette, (2) going to turn to the left, (3) warning a small boy to shut up, (4) going to turn to the right, (5) pointing to the scenery, (6) going to back up, (7) feeling for rain, (8) telling the wife he is sure the front door is locked, (9) going to stop, (10) hailing a friend in a passing car. Oxford: “The Prince of Wales has a new horse—‘Dandruff.’ ” Cambridge: “Why do they call (7) -77 9 7 him Dandruff?” o(ja ujLC [(VC, Oxford: “Because he makes the heir fall.” Mr. Murphy: “Use the name ‘Lon Chaney’ in a sentence.” Snusher: “As I’m not particular where I eat, I ’ll Lon Chaney where you want.” A woman’s aim is usually at her husband. If the late Mr. Burbank had tried crossing the cabbage and the asparagus, he might have evolved a ready-made cigar. A northern railway contractor recently advertised for 250 sleep¬ ers. A very fed-up clergyman of¬ fered his entire congregation at a knockout price. “My boy, think of the future.” “I can’t; it’s my girl’s birthday and I must think of the present.” i Saw one man speeding to get the latest model home before it became obsolete. Man in elevator: “Fourth floor, please.” Operator: “Here you are, son.” Man in elevator: “How dare you call me son? You’re not my father.” Operator: “Well, I brought you up, didn’t I?” ’ ' » “I bought a new model loud speaker yesterday.” “Yell. What hoarse power?”