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

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D. M. C. I. BREEZES 49 ROOM RECORDS-GRADE X. ARTS ROOM 52 ANAGRAMS Our famous Hunter set out from the McIntyre one day with Thom and Dyck. His object was to shoot a Kuhn, but the only living thing he saw was a Swan. The little Swanscn looked so pitiful, however, that he had not the heart to use his Winchester. R-Ashley he pushed for¬ ward to where the Wall-is round the Fieldhouse. In the garden there were many varieties of flowers, among them: Myrtle, Marguerites, Daisy, Violet, and Lillie. He meant to eat his lunch in the Olive tree, but finding himself too heavy he Laura’d himself to the ground. After eating some Christie’s biscuits and a bar of Ryley’s toffee, his hunger was not appeased. How he longed for some hot Campbell’s soup or a dish of Ogilvie’s oats! The others were heard to murmur: “I Bett-y could eat an ox.” Soon afterwards our Hunter was stricken with a severe Bain. When a Carter had been called and he had been trans¬ ferred home he recovered, giving his friends cause to re-Joyce. Tis health is now as sound Isabel. —C.H. ROOM 47 Room 47 unanimously votes that First Aid should be taught in the Daniel McIntyre. This appeal is the result of four casualties which oc¬ curred in Room 47 this term. The first happened when Bill Ellis ran into the 182 lbs. bulk of Morris Lapkin. Bill thought he had hit the school. Then a baseball bat mysteriously collided with Eva Peter’s head. Finally, some one hit Ham Mullins in the eye. We think we win the championship in this line. —W.F. Boom-Boom! In our room; Dig and delve, Nine till twelve; All done, Th ' ink it’s fun, Every pupil Hard has tried Teachers all Satisfied. In twelve ’Tis the rule To keep our place As best in school. ROOM 12 Om the playground, Anywhere, Every man The game plays fair, Win or lose, The spirit’s there. Baseball champions Soon to be, Rooters wanted, Seats are free! Standing- room, of course, You see! Basketball and volley, too— That’s not all, But- I thank you. —B.G

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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.

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50 D. M. C. I. BREEZES LOG OF ROOM 50 FOR 1928-1929 October—Room filled to the last seat. We have the “long and short’’ of grade 10 this year. (Holmes and Asgierson.) All set for a banner year. November—Election of class officers this month: President, J. Owen; Vice-President, R. Kiede; Secretary, L. Gray; Sports Captain, M. Dale; Press, B. Bradshaw. Also had a weiner roast in St. Charles. Nobody sick. Decem ' ber—Room represented by Bradshaw in the Junior Council. Exams are putting a damper on activities. January—After holidays a dozen of the faithful had a mocassin hike with the same number of girls from 61. Gray’s house after. February—Gray has place on school hockey team. We have a new member in the person of James (Fat) Fraser, late of Smooth Rock Falls. March—Reed Vandevecken and Younger are all forwards on the school’s primary basketball, and they won the championship. G. John¬ son is on the junior team. Class executive had a party at Yeddeau’s house. Room 61 again favored by our lads. April—After holidays found Owen had left us. R. Kiede now President; Rackhan, Vice-President. May—Have ten men from room in the Inter-High Track Team. June—Everybody passed. P. ' S.—At least we hope so. —B.B., Room 50. INSERTED IN LOVING MEMORY OF ROOM 61 A is “ Adele,’’ a flighty young lass, Who fidgets and fusses while sitting in class. B is for “Bev.,” our basketball star, Who sat on the floor more than others by far! C is the class of room sixty-one, The teachers appreciate us, every one (?). D is for “Daniel,” the best school of all, We’ll always remember our walks down the hall. E is for “Essie,” with springs in her shoes, ’Tis she scales the ladder when our balls we lose. F is for “Frenchie,” also called Red— ' The brightest spot in our room is her head! G is for “Giget,” a hardy young sinner, Who always comes late—except for her dinner. H is for “Hickson,” please pardon our sin, We couldn’t say “Miss,” for it didn’t fit in. I is “Intelligence,” some say we lack, Our able debaters make you take that back. J is for “ Jarrett,” Christian name Grace, Who always is seen with a smile on her face.