Provincial Institute of Technology and Art - Record Yearbook (Calgary, Alberta Canada)

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(SPECIAL) 2. VELMA LEACH. Calgary, Alta. 4. LAURA PIERCE. Calgary, Alta. 6 ' Thlftoi ltd with the sunny dfsnosTtfon s ' an S° y. he boys! “ASSTii the play “ToHa ® tte A DRESSMAKER IN DISTRESS By CLARICE SCARPINO “Oh brains, where art thy waves?” I design a dress, a beautiful thing, and put it in my book. I strut around the room, showing it to everyone. My! how proud I feel! But only for a short while—till Schiaparelli, Molyneux or Maibocher throw there no law against copying Then comes drafting- You work and slave, and what happens? The Instructor tells you to do it all over again; it’s all wrong. He says: “Did you leave your brains at home, or do you think it’s funny to annoy me?” colour shall I select for my suit? Statement of losses and gains —I wonder if Dad will get angry at the bill I sent him last night? was I? Oh yes! a-c-i-o-u-s. t here,” all the misery and it myself; I’m so glad you like it.’ FABLE 27

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T HE Scellum Scookum (Good Friends) Club, which was first organized in 1930, is the foundation of our present Iota Club. By 1934, this girls’ association had progressed rapidly and boasted of the new name—Iota. This year the Iota members have enthusiastically sup¬ ported many varied programmes. Following our Organization Tea, Mrs. J. K. Penley spoke on Ballroom Etiquette and on the Technique of Modelling, followed by a social evening. A toboggan party, which caused great excitement and thrills as well as some tumbles, was held on November 22nd. The Candy Sale of December 15th was ery successful, the profits being donated to the Red Cross, Wood’s Home, Salva¬ tion Army, and Sunshine. A skating party of the members and friends was followed by a dance in the Assembly Hall, refreshments then being served. On January 10th the girls enjoyed an instructive tour of the Albertan Publishing Company. Miss Brockbank was the guest speaker of January 30th. She demonstrated the Harper Method of beauty culture. On March 7th the girls put on a programme for the crippled children of the Junior Red Cross Hospital, all joining afterward in games and refreshments at Miss Smith’s apart- The Club members wish to express their appreciation of the efforts of the Staff Representatives, Miss Smith, who was made Honorary President, and Miss Jorgens. Convenors for the year were: Social—Velma Pearn. Athletic—Irene Jackson. Educational—Edith Jones. Plans for the future include a dance and banquet for the members and their friends on March 21st, and a proposed visit to the Wood’s Home. THE LAMENT OF AN ART STUDENT By M- CASWELL It seems that even the Art Students—those underdone and over-privileged denizens of the third floor—can find something to kick about. May I beg to differ if you think our bed is all of roses. What do you know of home compositions—of Thurs¬ day evenings spent in deep concentration or equally deep despair? Evenings when, if we are lucky, a something—per¬ haps we ourselves don’t quite know what—takes shape beneath our scurrying pencils. Next morning (if we don’t forget) we wrap it up and carry it tenderly to Tech. It may not look much, even to us, but we hope Mr. Glyde may see in it the signs of latent genius that may some day take us to fame and fortune. But alas and alack-a-day! With a few terse remarks Mr- Glyde tears our fond hopes asunder. Did we really draw that unfortunate individual sprouting out of another’s head? And that rather unusual extra limb that we had thought was quite obviously attached to another chap? What a regrettable situ¬ ation if the edged of the picture this fellow’s foot is resting on so comfortably should suddenly give way. Then there is that person over there s o obligingly propping up the wall—if he should ever get tired—! Well, yes, the perspective of those steps is a little out and we probably would find it rather a back¬ breaking job looking out of windows no higher than these. And—but gosh, Mr. Glyde, surely you can find something in the picture to commend us on. What?—Oh well, we did get that line along there pretty straight—but then, what else are rulers for anyway? TIME By R. D. CONN Time flies by like a stone from a sling, Faster than any bird on the wing; It passes quicker than ray of light That vanishes suddenly from our sight. Round and round the world it goes, O’er lands of blossom and land of snows, And to acres fertile and acres stark It brings the daylight and the lark.