Isaac Newton High School - Newtonian Yearbook (Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada)

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hOLGin L s Bf OT+1€Pv Bf OTt1€Pv 468 PORTAGE AVE. PHONE 31202 •ew€lL€fcr OPP. Man mote i An Institution of THE UNITED CHURCH OF CANADA Affiliated with THE UNIVERSITY OF MANITOBA UNITED COLLEGE WINNIPEG, MANITOBA Eighiy years of educational service lo cily and country. Excellent Library, Scholarships and Bursaries available. ARTS AND SCIENCE A complete liberal Arts course leading to the B.A. Degree. Junior Division Science and First and Second Years Pre-Medicine. Preparatory courses for Architecture, Engineering, Pharmacy, Law, Commerce, etc. COLLEGIATE Grade XI (two-year course; also accelerated one-year course). Grade XII (Senior Matriculation—Entrance to Second Year Arts and Science and to Normal School). August Summer School. THEOLOGY Diploma and B.D. courses. Centrally located in downtown Winnipeg. Residence for men and women. A skating rink, tennis courts, large campus. STUDENT ACTIVITIES in both College and University. Address Correspondence to: W. D. G. RUNIONS, B.A., B.Sc., Registrar UNITED COLLEGE, WINNIPEG, MANITOBA WE ' LL BUY YOUR BOOKS FOR CASH—or— ADD 10% ON A TRADE-IN OR CREDIT NOTE You will make money by taking a credit against any future purchases. We add ten percent to the cash value of your old texts on trade-ins or future hold orders. YOUR CREDIT NOTE IS GOOD ANYTIME ALWAYS A COMPLETE STOCK OF TEXTS AND SUPPLIES WINNIPEG BOOK STORE 493 Portage Ave. (formerly Educational Book Store) phone 3G 4g5 72 Isaac Newton High School

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CONCEPTION OF A TALL TALE .... A Tall Tale! Yes, my friends that’s what is set before you. “What is it?” you wonder, and perhaps will say “What purpose does it serve?” A tall tale may be termed a “figment of the imagination.” It is written usually when its writer is in a fanciful mood. Seldom is this story believed by its readers, for one realizes that its writer is obviously not serious. This type of story can overcome time and place. Often its writer reflects on the past or present and is able to create plans for the future. No, I expect you won’t believe the incidents related in these stories — you are not meant to do so — but, never fear, they show a talent for invention. Some of the tallest tales — of one generation or another — showed an elastic mind, which could jump far ahead — whether in humor, satire, discovery or whatnot. Who knows — maybe the writer of one of these “tall tales” may someday be written in the annals of Canadian celebrities. B. MacDonald A REGULAR Ten o’clock Monday morning I was awakened by ' the gentle tap of the alarm clock’s extended hand. After being lifted from my silken covered bed, dressed by a colored maid and fed by my butler, I was carried to my awaiting helicopter. Another day of school had arrived. When I got off the escalator, I sank two feet into a richly colored Persian carpet—my destination being a highly polished chrome door marked in atomic red — “Room Seven.” As I pushed a golden button, the door noiselessly slid open, and a highly polished robot handed me my books for the day, with my homework com¬ pleted. As I settled down in my “lazy SCHOOL DAY boy” chair, the teacher, reclining on a softly padded couch, smoking a pipe, pressed a series of buttons; the black¬ boards revolved and the day’s lessons were revealed. Promptly at eleven o’clock, cokes and doughnuts were served. Then the bell, tinkling various popular tunes, indicated a change of classes. Since undue exertion had deprived me of my sleep, I sought permission to leave. It was granted, although no excuse was given. Thus school had ended until Friday, for a regular school week consisted of two days of work and three days of complete leisure! Olga Stackiw THE IRRESISTIBLE MR. B. Before you start jumping to con¬ clusions about my story which follows, I would like to state that it is an original, harrowing experience of mine, and that I am lucky to be alive now to pass my escapades on to you— My story dates back about a month ago to a dark, eiry night in the thriving city of Cheepoin. A heavy fog hung overhead, enveloping the city, shutting out the stars and the moon, but, wierdly enough, sunlight pierced the dense fog in several places. To add to this pheno¬ menon, I heard a deep, moaning sound. Because I had served in the Monmouth Rebellion, the Boer War, the American Revolution, and in both of the Great World Wars, I recognized the sound to be a fog-horn. How, I ask you, can a tug-boat, from which the fog-horn must have sounded, be in the vicinity of a town, thousands of miles from the coast and equally far from any river, lake or swimming hole? 74 Isaac Newton High School