Mount Royal College - Varshicom Yearbook (Calgary, Alberta Canada)

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Robert McCulloch George Villett Mr. Kelly.. Don Phillips Bessie Armstrong Gerald Matlock Fae Adam . June Cecil .. Jim Barber,. June Blair... Phyllis Fitch President Vice-President Advisor President University President Commercial President High School Secretary Treasurer Boys Sports Girls Sports . Social

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9 i A pAxteciatiQ t A ND now we leave another too short a year at Mount Royal College behind us, but not the many happy memories of good times, the wonderful friendships, and the petty quarrels with one another. When we have entered into this world of boundless opportunities and take our place among them, we will recall the little troubles we had with our studies, the way our teachers stepped on us when we needed it, the Friday night dances, and then discover that these and more composed the binding of all into one at M.R.C. With the passing of this year, through headaches and sacrificing of time on the part of an unnamed many, another Varshicom has been completed. We have tried hard to make this Year Book a success and we wish that in future years the students of M.R.C. may profit by our mistakes. T wish to express my sincerest appreciation to my untiring and reliable staff whose contributions of time and effort, have made the publication of this book possible. To Mr. Garden, Mr. Walters and Frances May, whose experience proved to be the foundation of the compilation of this Varshicom. We hope it may, in years to come, serve as a source of many happy fireside memories of the gang you knew at good old M.R.C. TED GEE, Editor.

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ValedUcto-ruj, P ERHAPS as you have walked through the halls of Mount Royal College you have seen the small, friendly groups which gather here and there. This day a few of us were discussing the practical value of education when Bill told us what education meant to him. As I can remember it, here is his story. Not far from Bill’s home was an immense forest which had always fascinated the young man. One day he walked to it. Leading into the dark hollows ahead was a wide path which Bill followed unhesitatingly, until he came upon a magnificent palace, glittering with light. “Who are you, you young boy, and what are you doing here?” a gentle voice spoke beside him. Bill looked up at the gracious lady touching his shoulder with a quiet hand. “My name is Future”, the soft voice continued, “this is my home. I have many children like you. Right now they are out in the World, where, because they are getting things ready for me, they are called the Destinies. Goodness, it is past their suppertime! Already I can hear two of them quarrelling. Hope and Despair both want to control a young man who has lost his job.” With that she blew five long blasts on a bugle. To Bill, no time passed before several tiny creatures stood before Future. “Now children, how does the world stand today?” asked Future. Pessimism grinned as he replied, “Mr. Mankind is a little troubled today. He is fighting himself, all by himself.” Bill listened sadly, “I wish I could help you, Future. However, I’m just a student at school. What can I do to help you?” Future smiled and was beautiful. “You can be of wonderful help, for I do need you, greatly. I want you to travel to the land of knowledge. It is far, far away, but two of my favorite Destinies, Ambition and Perseverance, will accompany you till you reach Knowledge. Then you must journey alone continually searching the land till you find my three lost babies— Love, Toler¬ ance and Unselfishness. If you find them, they will take you to the land of Truth. If you reach Truth, Bill, Mr. Mankind will find peace. I will be safe and promise to give my youngest child, Happiness, to the World. Before you leave, here is a compass to guide you on your trip. It is called Memories. Treasure it well for you will need it! Now go!” Lifting his hand in farewell, Bill the student, who had found the meaning of Education, walked out into the World in search of Truth. Vivian Suey