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

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D. M. C. I. BREEZES 2(5 Graduating Classes AN IDEAL SCHOOL Let me go to a school, wherever it be, Where a life of all ease I may find; Where history is banished, and French is left out, And my text-books I may leave behind. Let me find in that school, no terrible rooms, Where we ignorant may be detained; No worrisome office to which one is sent, And where late passes may be obtained. A school where Latin to me may be Greek, Where my homework will not me unnerve; Where in intervals long between classes so few, A sumptuous light lunch they will serve. Let me go to that school, wherever it be, As long as it is far, far, from this. I’ll have six months’ vacation just twice in each year, To the teachers I leave, ’twill be bliss. 1 —M.H., 58. ROOM 58, GRADE XII Back Row—Norman Wilde, William Quilliams, Stanley Boulter, Gordon Cain, Stewart Crerar, George Craig. Fourth Row—Mac. Malcolm, James Agnew, John Ridge, Clifford Wood, Sam Gerlovin, Morley Coleman, John Barnacal, Aley Binkley, Jean Cranston. Third Row—Betty Sawyer, Phyllis Loutitt. Isabel Craig, Margaret Bowser, Eleanor Bradburn, Helen Maclennan, Violet McLaren, Eleanor Thomas, Beatrice Quilliams, Grace Roberts, Wilda Crerar. Second Row—Ella Finlayson, Annie Metzak, Beth Douglas, Helen Couch, Kathleen Main, Gladys Horton, Nora Johnston, Jean Johnston, Ila MacCallum, Maude Rogers, Jean Campbell. Front Row—Mayme Dewar , May Johnson, Margaret Hill, Alice Shanks, Marjorie Nicholson, Kathleen Macaulay, Beatrice Ludwickson, Pauline Johnson, Marguerite Ross, Margaret Perley, Margaret Marsh, Missing—Stella Waite, Robert Alexander.

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D. M. C. I. BREEZES 25 His shrill voice was interrupted by the thundering tones of Mr. Arden. “Put the man out, he’s crazy!” The old man fainted, and Kit rushed forward and tried to raise him. “Oh, Tom, you can’t put him into the street,” Mrs. Arden spoke. “No, I suppose not,” with a flushed face. “You had better cany him upstairs.” Accordingly upstairs the man was carried. • At seven-thirty the guests began to arrive. Fair girls, fat girls, thin boys, dark boys, but all with invitations. As the dancing and games progressed, Mr. Arden kept his eyes on one boy. He was dark, like Kit, and carried himself with the straight, erect posture of a good athlete. No matter what was done he was the centre of the group. By the time the guests had gone, the house was in a turmoil and Mr. and Mrs. Arden were “wrecks.” Kit sat in his chair, his hair rumpled and a twinkle in his clear eyes. “Well, that’s over!” Mr. Arden finally gasped. “Kit, who was that dark fellow, the boys and girls followed all the time?” Kit waited until his father had lighted a cigar. “Well, pater, I might as well break the news. That was Len.” He laughed as his father opened his mouth in astonishment. “Yup,” he continued, thoroughly enjoying himself. “That’s my old pal, Len. You told the servants not to let in a ‘young man,’ so we fixed Len up. and he sure played his part well. Mother had an awful time taking off his make-up this afternoon.” Mr. Arden looked at his wife, and suddenly burst out with a hearty laugh, which was re-echoed from the hall, and in walked Len. “Well, I’m glad to meet you, Len,” admitted Mr. Arden. “So am I, sir,” Len declared, and Kit grinning impishly, added: “So am I. Come on, Len, let’s go to bed.” And to bed they went. —Florence McLeod, Room 56. SPRING The river banks are flooded; The ice goes tumbling down; The Assiniboine so happy is To shed her cold white gown. A warm south wind is blowing Through the budding trees; And far out in the distance Can be heard the hum of bees The first buds of the season Are the pussywillows gay, Decking trees like fairies In the cheery month of May. This is the year’s awakening Of gratefulness that sweep Rousing in us new streams From her long cold winter’s sleep; Unto the Giver of the Spring, With its sunshine, wind and rain, That drives away our cares, And makes us glad again. Rhoda Lander, Room 61.

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D. M. C. I. BREEZES 27 ROOM 58 Last Will and Testament This is the last will and testament of the pupils of 1928-29 of Room Fifty-eight, Daniel McIntyre Collegiate Institute, in the City of Win¬ nipeg, Manitoba. We do hereby extend to our successors the perseverance and genius (?) which has marked us as an outstanding Grade XII. We also donate the few prized possessions of the room, which, though carved with initials and appropriate drawings, are nevertheless “none the worse for use.” We give and bequeath to those who follow us the oratory of Isabel Craig, whose voluptuous and sonorous voice has characterized her as a successful debater. We bequeath to Martha Setter the musical genius and accomplish¬ ments of Margaret Marsh. To Billy Quayle and Lloyd Hilton we do solemnly bequeath the idiosyncrasies and ludicrous, droll actions and noises of Stuart Crerar. To Florence McLeod and Corny De Fehr we leave the intellect and ability of Helen Maclennan and Margaret Hill. To Theresa Diner and Olivia Breckman we do hereby bequeath the athletic virtues and success of Marguerite Ross. We choose Wilmot Shepherd as an aspirant to John Ridge’s ex¬ tensive knowledge of chemical research. The characteristics which unite to form John Barnacal’s genius as a born mathematician we leave to Bob Bennett. The skill and fervor of Margaret Bowser at sketching pictures and constructing “new seating plans,” we bequeath to Bob Williamson, the Grade XI cartoonist. We set as an example for the future president of Room 58, our own worthy class president, Jim Agnew, who has more than fulfilled the expectations of the class by his conscientious and loyal work. To Mae Kennedy and Don Campbell we bequeath the popularity and competency of Alice Shanks, our secretary, and Gordon Cane, our school president. To all those of our successors who especially belong to the Eatmore Club, we do solemnly bequeath for models and perfect examples the insatiable appetites of Wilda Crerar and Eleanor Bradburne. Binkley’s motto of “Better Late than Never,” we donate to those of our successors who claim personal ownership of the revised motto. “Late to bed, later to rise, Gives plenty of sleep, but ‘beaucoup de’ sighs.” We pass on to our Grade XI followers the ardor and musical skill of Annie Metzak and Norman Wilde, both of whom enthusiastically took part in our school orchestra. We leave to Gordon Ridge the power of Stella Waite, our star ex- plicator, to extol famous family traditions and experiences. We bequeath to our successors the exceptionally competent teach-