Maple Leaf Collegiate Institute - Yearbook (Morden, Manitoba Canada)

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' fyea ' i Staff of ’52 Editor-in-Chief .. Secretary-Treasurer Literary Editor .. Social Editor. Sports Editor . Art Editor. Advertising Manager Photography . . Walter Voth . Gladys Alsop Maxine Martens . Merle Bailey .Denis Loeppky ... Bill Matthisen Joyce McKennitt . Walter Voth - , ■».- -w Section Editor®: Left to right: Merle Advertising: Left to right: Beverly Bailey, social editor; Denis Loeppky, Segall, Gary Human, Bill Matthisen; seat- sports editor; Bill Matthisen, art editor. ed, Joyce McKennitt. Missing from pictures, Maxine Martens, literary editor.

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; WALTER VOTH Editor-inrChlef This year “school spirit” was chosen as the theme and around it the book was planned. Endless hours of effort were spent in the preparation of copy, the taking of photographs, and the meetings with the printer. Many hours also went into the soliciting of the advertisements which make the book possible. And now, the work of this year’s staff has come to an end. Here then, for your judge¬ ment, is presented the product of the year’s work. We of the staff sincerely hope that this edition of the M.L.C.I. Yearbook meets with your approval and that you will treasure it through the years for the many happy memories it will provide of your year at M.L.C.I. GLADYS ALSOP Sec.-Treasurer

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ytutcatiott, “Initiation Day” dawned bright and cold and ,moslt of the seniors awakened with the thoughts of plastering the faces of their freshies with various cos¬ metics, such as lipstick, nouge, and eye¬ brow pencil. I am sure that the cos¬ metic counters and sisters’ drawers were things mostly looked at or into that day, and also days preceding the “Initi¬ ation.” ' However, for about fifteen or twenty minutes before nine, the school was the scene of wildest confusion— and lipstick, and by the time 9 o’clock rolled ground, most of the freshies be¬ ing initiated looked like genuine Indian war savages. Bright lipstick and rouge was scattered hither, thither and yon, and everywhere you looked was a plast¬ ered—that’s the only word for it—face. I wouldn’t blame the teachers for giving at least a shudder when they walked into ' one of the three certain rooms and were met by a sight that was slightly hair-raising. E-e-e-magine trying to teach those diabolically painted faces! The freshies had ,a great time that day bowing and saluting, and the seniors had a great time putting extra marks on the freshies’ pretty (?) faces. Then came the parade—and what a parade! The freshies were lined up in a new and marched through the main street of our little town, like juvenile delinquents. They staggered up ,and down the street ionce or twice and then went home for a much longed-for din¬ ner. The party began at seven-thirty, with the freshies doing forfeits. A short singsong and a dance followed after lunch, and then the party broke up. Merle Bailey, Grade XI.