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

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D. M. C. I. BREEZES 53 were becoming slightly bored when we reached the second floor. But then the outlook brightened. We had reach¬ ed room No. 52. “52”—why did those figures seem to impress us so much? Oh! suddenly it dawned upon us—our cousins’ girl friend’s brother was 26 today and twice 26 = 52. What a co¬ incidence we thought, and considerably cheered, we entered. Ah! here at last was a room with life in it. As it was English period, essays were being read. “Margaret,” said the teacher, “read your essay.” “Well, I left it at home.” “What was your essay about, Margaret?” “Gr, uh, the monotony of being good,” was the answer. And looking at Margaret, we laughed up our sleeve to think of her, being bored by such a rare in¬ dulgence. We had enjoyed ourselves so much that we decided to remain during the next period, which proved to be Chemistry. During the lesson the teacher asked, “Now students, what metal has great attraction for gold?” and when he received the an¬ swer, “Alimony,” from one student, whom we afterwards learned is called Genevieve, we could no longer sup¬ press our mirth. Looking at the clock, we realized we must drag ourselves away as we had many more rooms to visit. We were so bright and cheerful now, the students in the following rooms must have wondered why. But then they had not been visiting in Room 52. ROOM 19, xi-c Back Row—Norris Belton, J. Spiers, J. Dalton, M. Bond, D. Stuckey, C. Kerr, J. Mowatt, H. Robinson, D. Henry. Fourth Row—C. Shill, D. Hamilton, G. Beresford, D. Gibson, T. Brandson, R. Turner, J. Nicholl, J. Strong, G. Duff, A. Wolfman. Third Row—W. Hea. J. Mclnnes, M. Ruddell, V. Finlay, H. HamnneEl, S. Sigurdson, A. Grant, B. Ellis, J. Munsie. Second Row—H. HammelL C. Brusegard (Breezes Rep.), K. Pidgeon (Sports Capt.), G. McHeau (Pres.), Mr. Duncan (Cllass Teacher), S. Braid (Vice-Pres.), J. Web¬ ster (Sec.), E. Barter, A. Diner. Front Row—B. Malcolm, B. Moil , R. Powell, M. Hea, M. Pound, G. Murray, B. Bandeen. Missing—R. Ransby.

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52 D. M. C. . BREEZES 58. And who do you think won! 58? No. Take off your hats to 53. Against other Grade XI’s we finally submitted to “19.” In music, our room is justly proud of Evelyn By water and Grace Smith, who played the parts of “Buttercup” and “Cousin Hebe” respectively in the H.M.S. Pinafore. Then, again, our room had the largest number of girls in the chorus. Thus, in music, we are an established fact. But even the finest peacock has not such good feet. This is generally ad¬ mitted. So, on memorable mornings throughout the year when perhaps the floor is littered with paper, or Miss Anderson stumbles over the week’s supply of milk bottles, the rainbow- hued bubble bursts (I am afraid I have mixed my metaphors sadly). We are crushed, discouraged, defeated, or something similar. But dry your eyes. There is no finer room than “53” and when each of us takes her own course after gradua¬ tion we shall look back with loving memories to our High School years. The room has sustained a very great loss in the death of one of its finest members, Hazel Thompson. Hazel had come up through Junior High School and then into Senior High School, with many of us, and her name will find a warm place in our memories. BETH KERR. ROOM 52 XI B. We had been visiting the senior rooms in the D.M.C.I. all morning and i ‘ ! ROOM 52, XI-B Back Row—M. Grey, I. Nicholson, G. Heinonen, M. Crawford, T. Ross, M. Kelly, M. Miller, J. Fawdon, E. Thompson. Third Row—J. Hempseed, M. Sexsmith, E. Hofley, M. Bremer, F. Swinford, H. Robb, B. Hoit, R. Watson, G. Johns, C. Hamlin. Second Row—G. Phillips, H. Cummings, K. Newhouse, Miss Bucknam, B. Wilson, R. Kenner, D. Claydon, P. Porter. Front Row—B. Williams, G. Mark, M. Beatty, E. Sinclair, D. Galusha, J. Hooper, N. Hawkins, M. McGregor. Missing—B. Wyatt, J. Crerar, M. Duddles.

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54 D. M. C. 1. BREEZES ROOM 19 As philosopher of Room 19, I shall endeavor to expose the daring exploits of this room. The government is com¬ posed of: Gusby McLean, President. Sadly Braid, Vice-President. Jake Webster, Secretary. , Pen Pidgeon, Sports Captain. John Dultin, Librarian. Mainly Bond, Council representa¬ tive. Cecilia Brusegard, Breezy Boy. As to social activities of Room 19, we firmly believe that they overshadow the untiring efforts in quest of learn¬ ing. However, we held a weiner roast in September; Room 53, hearing of it, came with all their brothers and sis¬ ters—devoured the “weenies” and had indigestion. Mr. Duncan conducted an X-Ray class and finally we started for home. On the way home (9.30) we counted the miniature golf courses. Our room was well represented in the Opera even though they couldn’t sing (they danced). In Sports we were unfortunate as the referee never fa¬ vored us. Yet, we are honored by hav¬ ing in our room, McTavish (Tim Mc¬ Coy), who ran the 100 yards in 9% seconds at the D.M.C.I. field day. In the “dialectic” contests Room 19 won both its debates—the first team under Ron Turner and Jack Car¬ michael—the second, under Gordon McLean and Nora Belton, who debated against Room 53 and emerged vic¬ toriously. (The judges weren’t brib¬ ed.) Among the notorious characters in the room are: Sweet Murray Lea, Bel¬ ton and Schiltz (the “Puller Brush” men), Stucce the Glue man, Pidgeon and Brandson the Canaries, Red Nosed Hammel the Booser, Fagan the Viper, Weak Willy Malcolm, Leighton Roob- son Subway Sadie, Brusegard and Grant (the inimitable pair), the Thief (unknown) who steals all the chalk. However, on the whole we have a bright room (we’re on the sunny side of the school.) We sincerely hope that the teachers can put up with us till June. (Exeunt) CECIL BRUSEGARD. ROOM 18 On September 1st, we, the hoary inhabitants of Daniel McIntyre, tot¬ tered along the halls gaping blankly at several teachers standing on chairs, having a competition to decide for the benefit of all concerned who could read names most audibly. We despaired of success so finally stole sly glances at their waving lists, then studied school geography until we rediscovered from the silent seclusion of its two months’ holiday, that collection of walls, ceil¬ ings, floors, and appertaining appa¬ ratus known to the world in general as Room 18. A few weeks later we held class elections, as is usual in such cases, said elections producing the following results: President—B. Loadman. Vice-President—I. Cousens. Secretary—I. Sinclair. Sports Captain—D. O’Brien. Librarian—S. Buckler. Breezes Representative—W. Smith. Through the efforts of our highly- paid political machine, Sydney Cohen was elected a member of the Senior Council, and then refused us any graft. Gross ingratitude, “we calls it.” Twelve of our number (it was really 13, but that’s unlucky n’est-ce pas ?) took part in the Opera, and the afore¬ mentioned Syd Cohen graced the Cap¬ tain’s part with his portly personage. At present we (that is, we of the marvellous voices) are practising for the Musical Festival, and are the one ray of hope in an otherwise dismal musical- outlook (for further com¬ mendation apply to Miss Kinley) . So far we have won no room sports cham-