Indian Head Collegiate - Whisper Yearbook (Indian Head, Saskatchewan Canada)

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8 THE WHISPER The I. H. C. Spirit Does anyone know, does anyone care About our Collegiate and how it fares ? I’ll say we do. We’ve got the I.H.C. spirit ! Does anyone copy, does anyone cheat When in exams he sees defeat ? I’ll say we don’t. We’ve got the I.H.C. spirit! Does anyone scorn when a fellow fails And feels that his brain is as dull as nails ? I’ll say we don’t. (We give him encouragement, And tell him to work.) We’ve got the I.H.C. spirit! Does anyone laugh, does anyone snicker When in speeches one’s courage flickers ? (We know our turn will be very soon now, We’ve got a good mark to make. And how ?) We’ve got the I.H.C. spirit! Do footballs go flying thru windows of glass When boys are playing out on the grass ? (Well-er’—we ’ll let that pass— They’ve got Collegiate vim, right to the last). We’ve all got the I.H.C. spirit ! IDA M. THOMSON Grade X. Siin son’s Bakery For Service Best Equipped Bakery Between Regina and Brandon We are always on the job and can give you everything in the Bakery line PHONE 3J7 -PATRONIZE HOME INpUSTRY G. H. STINSON INDIAN HEAP

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THE WHISPER 7 The Indian Hea d Collegiate Institute TRUSTEE BOARD L T. BOBIER H. B. MAY DR. F. W. HART H. P. GARDNER, Chairman W. J. MARS E. J. BROOKS. Sec.-Treas. (MISS) E. E. NELSON, B.A. History, Science TEACHING STAFF W. W. HARRIS, B.A., Principal English, Mathematics J. K. TRECARTON., B.A..L.L.B. Science, Mathematics (MISS) D. ARGUE, B.A. Languages THE WHISPER’ EDITORIAL STAFF EDITOR —Dorothy Mackay ASST. EDITOR- Dorothy Johnson BUS. MGR. —Austin Dewar Gordon Jackson Kathleen Hamilton Cecelia Blackwood

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THE WHISPER 9 Thirty Years After “What !” You’ve broken another of those expensive test-tubes ?” “I have, sir,” came sorrowfully from a somewhat shabbily dressed youth of about twenty years. The scene was a chemistry labora¬ tory in a prominent Canadian Univer¬ sity, the time ten to six, and the only persons in sight were Prof. Jackson, the lean-faced teacher of chemistry, and the aforementioned youth, Berry Green or rather “Green-berry,” as he was commonly called by his associates.. The “Prof.” at first glance appeared a stern and cantankerous individual, but in spite of the scowls and his brusque manner, he seemed to have a soft spot in his heart for “Green-berry,” the would-be scientist. Had it not been for him Prof. Jackson would long ago have been reading “Scientific Endeavors of the Hottentots” by R. Williamson, M.D., or “The Psychological and Theo¬ logical Processes of Woman’s Mind,” written by his colleague and friend M. M. Faryon, but as it was “Green-berry” and chemistry experimenting were in¬ separable, so Prof. Jackson very kindly stayed around the “Lab” until Berry should deem his experimenting for that night sufficient. And as had often been the case hitherto, Berry had had an ac¬ cident. Berry always experimented with med¬ icines, new explosives or fireworks and such like harmless things. Afterwards he tried them out on stray cats or dogs. If his latest invention in the medical world proved fatal to a cat, he deemed it unworthy of human consumption and promptly destroyed his formula. But to go back to that sad conversa¬ tion of Prof. Jackson and Berry. “You see, sir (Berry always said ‘sir; when in distress) I was mixing ether and chloroform with that new acid I made last night, to make an anaesthetic which would deaden pain and yet leave a patient conscious.” “Yes, but how did you break another test-tube ?” “Well, you see, sir, it was like this— the hypochlorus-aluminium magnesite (that’s what I call my new acid) bottle was here and a bottle of nitro-glycerine there. The bottles were just alike, you see, only one was there and one was here—no, I mean, one was here and one was there. And just by the merest ac¬ cident I added nitro-glycerine (at least I think that’s what I must have done) to my mixture of ether and chloroform. There was a slight explosion, sir, and now there are pieces of test-tube all over the ‘Lab’.” “You, you added nitro glycerine to chloroform and ether—you had an ex¬ plosion in the ‘Lab”—you come to me saying you broke a test-tube. I bet the Lab’s wrecked, corroded and in a state of -of-of delapidation.” (M. M. Faryon had mentioned “delapidation of woman’s mind” in his popular book, favored by Prof. Jackson, i.e., “The Psychological and Theological Processes of Woman’s Mind”). Having used that powerful word, Prof. Gordon Jackson stopped speechless with horror at the scene his imagination created in the “Lab.” The next moment Berry and the Pro¬ fessor were proceeding labwards, Berry earnestly proclaiming— “I’m sorry Sal-er-Professor, but I really think I’ll be successful with that anaes¬ thetic yet, give me only to-morrow night and then I’ll have my fortune made, pay for all my accidents, and I’ll ap¬ point you head janitor of my extensive private laboratories.” “Maybe, but I don’t think you’ll ever do anything but break bottles and test- tubes with dangerous and foolhardy ex¬ periments,” sighed Prof. Jackson cyni¬ cally and pessimistically and then—. “Why Berry you deceived me, I unde