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

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D. M. C. I. B ' R E E Z E S 75 SCHOOL SPIRIT COUNTS EVERY TIME! This issue of the “Breezes” is the largest yet. This was made pos¬ sible by the wonderful co-operation and enthusiasm shown by the stu¬ dents in putting over the sale of copies. On behalf of the staff I wish to thank you one and all. C. A. Gibson, Circulation Manager. AN APPRECIATION The members of the Senior ' Council wish to express their apprecia¬ tion and thanks to Miss K. Dowler and the Grade X J.H. for the delicious and entertaining luncheon served to them Thursday, April 30th, 1929. —K.H. VOTE OF THANKS The members of the Junior Council wish to extend to Miss K. Dowler and Grade X J.H., a most hearty vote of thanks for the attractive luncheon served to them on Thursday, May 9th, 1929. —E.J. The Editors of the “Breezes” wish to extend their heartiest thanks to the members of the staff who have given so freely of their time and energy on behalf of the paper. We are also deeply grateful to the Commercial students who have been so kind in typing our copy for us. In making purchases we ask readers of the “Breezes” to remember the merchants who have supported our paper. Would it be amiss to suggest that in future years the Exchange Magazines be placed in the Library where everyone might read them, and realize what other schools are producing in this line? If this is done, we predict a greater interest in our own “Breezes.” Greater in¬ terest is the forerunner of a greater “Breezes.” FINIS Go forth, little booklet, To the great wide world; Spread chivalry far With banner unfurled, Till your mission’s fulfilled, And your message is told.

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74 D. M. C. I. BREEZES Daughter—“He says he thinks I’m the nicest girl in town. Shall I ask him to call?” Mother—“No, dear, let him keep on thinking so.” “Why don’t you buy something at my table?” demanded the girl at the charity fair. “Because I only buy from homely girls,” said the man. “They have a harder time making sales.” The girl was not offender, and the man worked the gage at every booth. They had started on vacation. “Oh, dear,” suddenly exclaimed his wife, “I forgot to turn off the electric iron.” “Nothing will burn,” replied the husband, “I forgot to turn off the shower both.” Caller—“What a cosy little breakfast nook—and the wall is so artistically splatter-dashed.” Mrs. Mead—“Yes, this is where my George eats his grape-fruit.” Daughter—“Mother, do you want me to put the parrot on the back porch?” Mother—“Positively no! Your father is repairing the car in the back yard.” Photographer—“Your son ordered these photographs from me.” Father—“They certainly are very much like him. Has he paid for them yet?” Photographer—“No, sir.” Father—“That is still more like him.” “Father, will you give me ten cents for a poor man crying out¬ side?” “Yes, son. Here it is. What is he crying about?” “He’s crying fresh roasted peanuts, five cents a bag!”

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