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

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32 THE WHISPER The Senior Basketball Team Ethel Robertson, Grace Badenoch, Edna Ford, Nora Taylor, Violet Rogers .Jean Boone. Isabelle Thomson Margaret Boone, Grace Irwin One of the Lovely Garden Scenes at the Forestry Farm

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THE WHISPER 31 Indian Head The Beautiful The most renowned town in the fair province of Saskatchewan is “Indian Head the beautiful.” It is situated on the broad, open prairies of Southern Sask¬ atchewan, being surrounded by fine agricultural lands and beautiful homes. Adjoining our town on the east is the Dominion Experimental Farm. It is visited annually by thousands of tourists from all parts of Canada and the United States, all of whom admire the beauty of its flower gardens, orchards and grain plots. Then, to the southwest is situated the Dominion Forestry Farm, which is known as one of the most beautiful spots in the province of Saskatchewan. Few tourists fail to visit this farm and in so doing admire the forests, which skirt the stonecapped d riveways, also the flower gardens, shrubery, orchards, hedges and groves of evergreens. But the town of Indian Head itself is beautiful. Our Town and Memorial parks are outstanding in beauty. The former, which is situated in the central part of the town, with its splendid ever¬ greens and shrubbery, among which are placed many seats, provides a most pleasant place for pleasure seekers. The Memorial Park, which is situated in front of the Canadian Pacific Railway depot would do credit to any town. This was made to do honor to the brave men and boys of our town, who so willingly left home and friends to serve their king and country. In the center of the grounds there has been a monument er¬ ected, which is most suitably designed and upon which is a bronze tablet bear¬ ing the names of Indian Head’s soldiers who never returned. The lawns and shrubbery of this park present a fine appearance to the passing traveller. Indian Head has many beautiful res¬ idences, large lawns, and flower gardens, and it is so splendidly planted with trees that the town at a distance, appears to be nestled in a miniature forest. The town is well provided with cement side¬ walks and boulevards, also many very important public buildings; a few of these are, the Forestry office, the Hospital, the Orange Home, Churches, and Schools, also the Town and Fire Halls, these, with their extensive grounds all tend to add to the beauty of our fair town. The business section of Indian Head is chiefly situated on Grand Ave., while on Railway Street are located the seven grain elevators and flour mill. Indian Head has provided herself with a water system, which is second to none in the province, her supply being de¬ rived from the Squirrel Hill Springs about nine miles southwest of town. By this she is also provided with a first class fire protection. Those who lived here thirty-five years ago will undoubtedly notice the marked difference in development which has taken place up to the present day. The aim of every citizen is to ever keep Indian Head “The Beautiful.” JEAN HAMILTON Grade X

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THE WHISPER 33 The Pip es of Pan No, we don’t confess to owning reed instruments, but we do aver that music there is — and abundant. Therefore, why shouldn’t we name our column af¬ ter that maker of musical instruments, Pan ? Did I say we had an abundance of music ? Well, it’s true ! We include everything from Clifford’s blithe whist¬ ling, to the master works of our orches¬ tra. Always we have had some musical talent and less often a musical body. This year, however, we have an even greater amount of musical talent, and an orchestra which is all that is to be desired at our “lits.” We note the ex¬ istence of two choruses last autumn— the junior and senior students, which tho’ of short duration, rounded out quite agreeably the program of our graduation exercises. To those students who so willingly aid our musical programs thruout the year, we tender a vote of thanks. Not thanks, yet a sincere ap¬ preciation we give those who have so faithfully served on our orchestra. Not only have they made the “lits” possible, but they have given also that concert effect to our other social endeavours without which much, both in the way of “atmosphere” and music, would be lost. Music is so essential a thing in our school life that we cannot really realize our need of it till we have lost it. Grade Twelve hunted despairingly for a good definition of music which would em¬ brace all those emotions that arise when good music is played or when a dischord pccurs. This is the best that we found : I AM MUSIC ! Servant and master am I ; servant of those dead, and master of those living. Through me the spirits immortal speak the message that makes the world laugh, and weep, and wonder and worship. I tell the story of love, the story of hate, the story that saves and the story that damns. I am the incense upon which prayers float to Heaven. I am the smoke which palls over the field of battle where men lie dying with me on their lips. I am close to the marriage altar, and when the graves open I stand nearby. I call the wanderer home, I rescue the soul from the depths, I open the lips of the lovers, and through me the dead whisper to the living. One I serve as I serve all; and the king I make my slave as easily as I sub¬ ject his slave. I speak thro’ the birds of the air, the insects of the field, the crash of water on the rockribbed shores, the sighing of wind in the trees, and I am even heard by the soul that knows me in the clatter of wheels on city streets. I know no brother, yet all men are my brothers ; I am the father of the best that is in them and they are fathers of the best that is in me ; I am of them and they are of me. For I am the in¬ strument of God. I am Music. From which we realize that music is an intangible something definite only when dealt with in the abstract. Aside from its value in the days to come music serves a very decided purpose in the school regime. That deadly monotony, or, at the least, that lack of interest which may arise with the coincidence of too much homework and too little social life in our school life is only effectively quelled (particularly in winter time) with the addition of music—even if it’s only a little jazz coaxed out of the ever- sociable piano. Our Orchestra : Ida Thompson, pianist. Bud Lindsay, banjo. Allan Holden, saxophone. Roy Dillabaugh, saxophone. Marvyn Faryon, trombone. Art Seaby, cornet. Len Faryon, clarinet. Under the able leadership of Marvyn