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

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D. M. C. I. BREEZES 47 ROOM 18, GRADE XI E. (Reading from left to right) Back Row—Godfrey Murray, Creighton Gibson, Herbert Nelson, Kenneth Whatmough, Harold Scott, Wray Newman, Charles Pitts. Fourth Row—Basil Brown, Norman Erickson, Conrad Johnson, Lionel Theobald, David Gustaphson, Allan Lytle, Donald Campbell, Robert Brown. Third Row—Howard Russell, Vivian Horan, George Henson, Gordon McKelvey, Donovan Atkinson, Robert Williamson, Lome Stone, Hector Hallett, John Simons. Second Row—Clifford Wallman, Percy Lanham, Richard Leonhart, Donald Lemon, Felice Pieri, Fenton Malley, Howard Boswell, Oddy Storsater. Front Row (Sitting)—Max Pfeffer, Nick Iannone, George Beal, Alistair Swanson, Sergius Fraser, James Mortc n, Frank Young, James Sutherland. ROOM 11 This is the first opportunity that Room 11 has had to express itself this semester. We would like to tender you our year’s history and pre¬ sent our views. By way of introduction we would like it known that we are grad¬ uates of the “little red schoolhouse,” namely, General Wolfe. It was there that we took our primary year, but, we were the seniors of that school, and now that we are in D.M.C.I. we find ourselves juniors. When this term commenced we trudged sturdily up the street and found ourselves confronted by a towering mass of salmon-red brick. We were left speechless by the magnificence of it all. As we passed through the doorway we noticed two funny looking bits of sculpture work on either side of the entrance. We thought at first that they were busts of the more famous teachers, but have learned since that they are “gargoyles.”

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46 D. M. C. I. BREEZES Harold Davidson have made a name for themselves, not only on the playground, but at the Inter-High Field Day meets. Some of our keenest music enthusiasts are Berkley Newman, Nadine Karpetz, Audrey Wilson, Margaret Norrie, and Thora Olson, who ably upheld the honor of our room in the presentation of “The Mikado.” In fact, every member of the class has made a creditable achieve¬ ment in some subject, and we sincerely hope that they will, one and all, have a successful career. - —L.C., Room 22. ROOM EIGHTEEN E ighteen! Eighteen ! Cheer for Mr. Fyles, I n French and fun and football he beats the rest by miles. 0 reat nature’s deepest secrets in Science we explore, H eat, light and sound in Physics and infinitely more. T hen when it comes to Chemistry Room 18 takes the cake, E mphatically we head the list with records hard to break. E verywhere school-spirit is our unchanging rule, N oble, unselfish sacrifice for the honor of our school. E ighteen ! Eighteen ! The finest room in school, I n English for our record inquire of Mr. IToole, G rammatically perfect, rhetorically complete, H eroically studious, blameless, attentive, neat; T alented in History from Britain’s early dawn, E ager and efficient even in learning “Wrong.” E tiquette is never entirely overlooked; N ow when it comes to mental strain Room 18’s always booked. E ighteen! Eighteen ! Listen while we tell, I ndoors and out of doors everything goes well. G ood in mathematics, thanks to Mr. Best. H ockey is our specialty, the finest in the West. T heory of music, the muses we emplore, E ven poor Miss Kinley says she’ll take the class no more. E verlasting harmony within our precincts dwell, N ever one discordant note to break the magic spell. — ' Sergius Fraser, Room 18. We beg to call your attention to the fact that we are the first room to have formed a Court of Justice in order to punish assassins, robbers, and GUMOHEWERS, the latter being the most frequent of¬ fenders. All criminals are doomed with a heavy fine of fifteen cents or imprisonment. This has become a very important source of revenue as it keeps us well supplied with hats and balls. We are thinking that if the funds continue to increase, the question will arise as to the installing of plush seats, ivory desks, and patent-leather foot-stools. —N.E., Room 18.

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48 D. M. C. I. BREEZES Upon our entrance to the interior of this temple of learning we were awed by the numerous statues and busts placed in various parts of the building. Strutting seniors strolled calmly about and at first we thought they were teachers, they looked so wise and learned. However, we have discovered that they only LOOK that way. Figures were scurrying hither and yon. Strange faces, and forbidding countenances of the teachers were all that we saw that day. This deplorable condi¬ tion was passed off long ago and we have become a cog in the machinery of the Collegiate. Our one regret is that this will be to the majority of this class, our first, last, and only year in this fine building. ' Many of us will pass over the horizon and become a cog in that complex machine of money-mak¬ ing. Those whose foolscap will not suit the examiners, MAY return and enliven the hallways with their laughter, footsteps and presence once more. All coming from General Wolfe Junior High School, we were acquainted with our classmates. Though the glow from our Lamp of Knowledge did not startle the world with its glare, we had our brilliant students, for instance: Alvin Slight, our history shark; Elma McFer- ridge, our maths, student; and our infant prodigy, Leonard Johnston, good in everything but homework. These are only a few of the super- excellent students we produced. Dabbling in politics was our first offence. We elected the follow¬ ing very capable officers: President, Gordon Dysart; Vice-President, Isabel Taylor; Secretry-Treasurer, Eric Nicholls; Librarian, Ruby Flett; Girls’ Sports ' Captain, Elma McFetridge; Boys’ Sports Captain, Maurice Bradstock. These members represented us faithfully, and we are not sorry we appointed them. Being new and with the enthusiasm of small children, we were anxious to have a part in everything. We entered everything we could, but not the debates. We linked up with Room 10 for the Noon-Hour Basketball League and had the distinction of finishing in the cellar. One setback did not discourage us, we tried again. We are disap¬ pointed in the volleyball league. Because of its length enthusiasm has dwindled. We played one hockey game, which ended in a 4-4 tie. We bad several girls in the school chorus, and their voices aided in the winning of the Earl Grey Trophy. Jack Sutherland, one of our members, was confined to the hospital for two months with scarlet fever. Among other remembrances the students sent a class letter in which each pupil wrote half a page. When it was mailed, it contained eight sheets of foolscap. When Jack returned to school, he told us that it certainly cheered him up to receive such a letter. All in all, we have had a rather remarkable year and it is with tear-dimmed eyes and deep regret that we contemplate going down the hall, through the door for the last time. Good old McIntyre, long may it flourish. —H.C.