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

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u D. M. C. I. BREEZES already vivid scene. With such an inspiring back¬ ground did the Junior Collegians revel at their annual hike and dance. Ha, the time approacheth for yonder mob to sally forth into the region of twinkling snowflakes and gleaming shafts of moonlight and there to scale fences, railroad embankments, or to ford rivers, swim lakes, cross glaciers, yes, even to con¬ quer any obstruction which might seek to bar the path to success, of this evening’s party. But, stay a moment:—it seems yonder chappie, mounted on a soap-box, is beseeching the noisy children to give him silence while he spouts directions. As usual the lad hasn’t a chance when talking against members of the female sex. His faces strikes a chord of familiarity in my memory. I knew it. With his mouth closed he is a duplicate of one we all know well. He commands us follow yonder lad in disreputable attire, whom I also recognize—he is Robert Bradshaw, of Council fame. We are off. Our leader takes us down the cowpath of by-gone years, but now Sargent Avenue. The marching formation, though not military, was companionable. The laughter, chatter and cheers of this hearty band drifted backward to those unfortunates who remained in the school building. We arrived at the creek, when a number of students who are really explorers, but have had their talent suppressed, decided to explore lands unknown. Consequently, we had about fifteen different parties

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D. M. C. I. BREEZES 13 THE SENIOR DANCE On the 22nd evening of February, our iSeniors held a spree in the ! ‘old red school-house.” The majority of the Seniors attended, and the rushing crowd was also augmented iby the presence of some Juniors and outsiders. The ladies placed their wraps in Rooms 55 and 56, and the Romeos, downstairs, awaited their Juliets, who were busily occupied in powder¬ ing their noses. Music (?) was extracted from the various in¬ struments by the ‘‘Commanders,” whose efforts were greatly appreciated and highly satisfactory. As soon as the music began, a multiude of fem¬ inine volunteers swept down on the shy sheiks and taught them how to dance, without much success. After several “contortions” a game was played, the object being to get members of the op¬ posite sex to sign your card. Jack Easterbrooke, the notable Nanki-Po, was the winner, having per¬ suaded the most maidens to autograph his card. After eight “struggles,” the famished mob rushed to get refresh¬ ments. The non-dancers, who were playing games in the erection shed, rushed, too, with the result that there was much pushing and heaving. Finally everyone was served, and a heavy silence, broken only by sighs of relief, spread over the music room and library, as maidens in distress slipped off their shoes when no one was looking. As there was no more food, to the disappointment of some who had only one helping, volunteers from the “Mikado” sang After that every one was glad to dance again. Many did the “Sal¬ vation Two-step,” in other words, danced on their heels to save their soles (souls). At a quarter to twelve “God Save the King” was played, and with much groaning and limping, wraps were procured. Weak but sincere smiles flashed about, and everyone agreed they had an “elegant” time. A fleet of taxis awaited the contortionists, and many were the blessings poured on the heads of the thoughtful escorts who had sent for a con¬ veyance to “see them home.” —F.M., 22. JUNIOR HIKE AND DANCE Lo and behold the prized hour, seven-thirty on the night of March first, in the year ninteen twenty-nine, to be exact, arriveth. Multitudes of students clad in bright-hued hiking garments throng the time-hon¬ ored halls of this temple. ’Twas a festive occasion with Chinese lan¬ terns and smiling, happy faces mingling with the maroon and white streamers which draped the walls and ceilings, lending color to an

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D. M. C. I. BREEZ E S 15 going in fifteen different directions. However, after a painstaking search of the creek, ravines, hills and bear-traps, they were all rounded up and started off down the old wagon-trail, St. Matthews Avenue. Everyone stopped at the Minto Barracks and when all together, the crowd gave the school yell under the direction of Bob Bradshaw and Harrison Cassidy. We were nearing the school and the odors of well-scorched food¬ stuff tickled the nostrils and the unusual happened, the Juniors hurried. For some obscure and unkown reason the hoys arrived first at the lunch¬ room. Eric Johnston, the Junior President, is at the head of the line, insisting that he is there to keep order, but we suspect a deeper motive for his presence. As one went the rounds of the various refreshment rooms he would think he was in the Orpheum Theatre, judging by the juggling and balancing displayed. After refreshments, the dance commenced. Music was furnished by the Commanders Light Six Orchestra, who also officiated at the Seniors’ get-together. Alack and alas there are Juniors.who cannot dance ! Such a deplorable condition! We believed that it was only the Seniors who could not DAN ' CE. It has been said that “Time passeth with leaden feet,” but time has been modernized and passed by on airplane wings. Promptly at 12 p.m. the music ceased. The party broke up. Students with motor vehicles loaded them up and set out to make “whoopee” in other parts of the city. The halls of the Collegiate were silent again. So did the Junior Hike and Dance pass into history, leaving behind it pleasant anticipation for the next one. PRIMARY COUNCIL Back Row (left to right)—Gordon Smith, Alfonso Salvador, Ernest Hallet. Bottom Row—Winnie Comfort, Dorothy Young, Alice Anderson.