Gordon Bell High School - Purple and Gold Yearbook (Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada)

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Nocturne A CROSS the restive wavelets danced a lonely midnight breeze, • While bowed, above the moonlit shore, the graceful, tall pine trees, The air was heavy-laden with the forest’s sweet perfume And the slowly dipping paddle played a soft and rythmic tune. The moon, so round and mellow, lit the darkness of the night, And cleft the rippling water with a golden path of light. Each little wave that gamboled with a moonbeam from afar Seemed part of the glorious firmament, a sparkling jewelled star. A deer from out the shelt’ring wood stole to the water’s brink, Gazed mildly ’round with trustful eye, then bent its head to drink; No fear had it of the wraith-like craft so smoothly gliding along, For the stars and the moon cried “Courage!” “Have faith,” was the pine trees’song. —Alison Warner. May Day TTEAR the tramp, tramp, tramp of thousands x Along the dusty street. Hear the murmur of their voices As they fight against defeat. As yet they only wander, Waiting for a man to lead. When he comes, the world will quiver— Labor will be freed! —Don Lingwood.

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14 GORDON BELL HIGH SCHOOL The rigour and hard work ended in time. I was called off duty. The weather, the police station and my friends just didn’t seem right. I was out and out disappointed, discontented. I received my pay check and began to curse it. “What a measly sum of shekels for thirty days of slav¬ ery,” I murmured. Here, the bulletin board was my subject for inspection. A note was pinned to it. It read: ‘Report to me, Chief of Police, immediately, as soon as you are off duty. Very important.’ Imagine the fast-flitting thought I had—getting fired, getting a raise, etc. Finally, the Chief’s office hove into view. There on the door was JACK NEWTON Chief of Police Startled as I was, I mustered enough courage to walk in. Then I could scarcely credit my eyes; it was amazing, colossal! There in the chair sat the “speeder,” Jack Newton. Ordering me to sit down, he soon put two and two together for me. He explained how he tested his men on the force once in a while when a promotion was due. This he had done with me. “That lecture you gave me was enough to make any man think. It was excellent! Besides catching me, you riveted my tires perfectly. That’s the way to work and get your man,” he said enthusiastically. “Pat O’Brien, I want to congratulate you on your work—tomorrow you take Downing’s place as sergeant of A division.” I was flabbergasted. I wanted to shout for joy! But my face soon turned pale as he spoke seriously. “Tell me, how is it you didn’t know me as the Chief?” My answer was to the effect that it was a big world and that I had been shifted in from the Other Big City only a week back. “Oh! I see,” he exclaimed, and then quite solemnly: “By the way, Pat, give me the duplicate blue-ticket and I’ll get it cancelled downstairs.” “Oh, now you can’t fool me,” I laughed. “The rules say that I must cancel it myself.” With that we shook hands and laughed. I sure left the office far hap¬ pier than I had entered it. “There you are, Harry. Doing your duty pays, doesn’t it?” “Yes, Pat, I suppose so,” Harry gloomily answered. “But that hap¬ pened to you. It doesn’t do me any good.” The somewhat egotistic Pat O’Brien laughed and said: “Harry, remember saying one has to know an alderman, the mayor, the Chief, or a ‘big-bug’ to get anywhere on the force? Well, tomorrow night you’re going to be a sergeant! Harry, you’re on the good books of the new Chief of Police, and that’s me.”

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16 GORDON BELL HIGH SCHOOL SPORTS FOREWORD O VERLOOKING no sphere of High School sporting activity, Gordon Bell, in its second year as a senior institution, has capably fulfilled every promise of its initial year. In all lines of sports, our entrants have per¬ formed admirably, and gained for themselves a reputation as hard-fighting athletes. In future years new classes will undoubtedly benefit from the tradition of combined sportsmanship and school spirit which has become a part of our alma mater. Miss Craven and Mr. D. S. McIntyre, sports organizers, and the Sports Council are to be congratulated on the excellent manner in which they have performed their duties. Sports Council B “ k R S 0 : Ray Bria —“