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

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THE EMERY WEAL 31 IDEAL MAN OF TECH. - 1941 Figure—Joe Lyons. Personality—Ray Fiedler. Looks—Kermit Hansen. Ambition—Olonto Turri. , Dancing- Stanley Conn. Industry—Connie Strong. Oratory—Joe Holosko. Athletic—Jerry Ernes. Scholastic—John Rogers. Executive Ability—James Devereaux. Humor—Everest Johnson. Manners—Dick Cunningham. Good Nature—Lyle Milgate. Wit—Joe Biellis. Mustachio—Hall Knapp. Active—F. van Wagenigen. Musical—Gordon Campbell. Appearance—Emil Benesch. Sincerity—Kelly Holbrook. Ingenuity—Joe Clitheroe. IDEAL GIRL OF TECH. - 1941 Charm—Miss Veenendahl. Looks—Millie Kleckner. Appearance—Shirley Plummer. Figure—Margaret Shelton. Smile—Ruth Moren. Grace—Marjorie Thompson. Personality—The Kingsbury Sisters. Wit—Connie Hall. Executive Ability—Betty Clark. Dancing—Irene Fleming. Humor—Kay Partridge. Sincerity—Harriett Rogers. Reliability—Isobel Wood. School Spint—Ellen Christensen. Conversation—Babs Ford. Artistic—Connie Boese. Baby Talk—Ted Sherman. FLIGHT OF BRIDS Wild Geese, when the sun goes down And the amber bridge of evening spans the hills, I watch your flight And wish that I could live where you live, Far from these trouble-weary towns, These restless men; Far from this long grey street of windows And the dread monotony of idle days— Unpromising tomorrows. When the Shadow army of the Dusk advances And the fenland broods, I long to rest where you rest In the solitudes. THE MAID’S LAMENT By Walter Savage Landor I loved him not; and yet now he is gone, I feel I am alone. I check’d him while he spoke; yet, could he speak, Alas! I would not check. For reasons not to love him once I sought, And wearied all my thought To vex myself and him! I now would give My love, could he but live Who lately lived for me, and when he found ’Twas vain, in holy groun d He hid his face amid the shades of death. I waste for him my breath Who wasted his for me; but mine returns, And this lorn bosom burns With stifling heat, heaving it up in sleep, And waking be to weep Tears that had melted his soft heart: for years Wept he as bitter tears. “Merciful God!” such was his latest prayer, “These may she never share!” Quieter is his breath, his breast more cold Than daisies in the mould, Where children spell, athwart the churchyard gate, His name and life’s brief date. Pray for him, gentle souls, whoe’er you be, And, O, pray too for me! READING TIME — 1 MINUTE 13.467 SECONDS The door swung silently open and a shadow stepped quietly in. It listened for a while for any sound, then it closed the door noiselessly and pro¬ ceeded on its way without a sound. Three steps later it barked its shin on a chair. The shadow cursed under its breath and wished it had started for home before three o’clock. However, that could not be rectified now, so the shadow endeavored once again to reach the stairs in silence. Except for ruining its nose on a door, tripping over a loose carpet and bang¬ ing both shins on the bottom stair the journey was without accident. Every stair creaked and groaned as the unfortunate shadow crept up them. When he stepped on the top stair it wasn’t there and our poor shadow slipped down six steps and injured a part of his anatomy on each one. Finally he gained the top, stole down the hall and into his room. There he gave a long sigh of relief and switched on the light. Then he knew why he had not awakened his father and brought him down on his head like a ton of bricks for staying out late—he was in the wrong home! B. HOLT. J. B. McL. 1933.

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30 THE EMERY WEAL nounced that we would have a banquet, to be held on February 7th. Shortly after this the postmen were busy delivering mail to the students’ parents (in which were requests for a little extra in February’s allow¬ ance). Telephones were busy, while stags and stag- ettes were arranging for dates to the banquet. In the shops, in some secluded corner, table decorations were being made. In a short time the critical hour came. The lobby at the Palliser Hotel was enhanced with beaming young faces of the Tech, boys, and graced with that lovely schoolgirl complexion of their girl friends. At 6.45 p.m. the door to the main dining room was opened and all went in orderly procession to their respective class tables. With the genial, ever popular Vice-Principal of Tech., Mr. Fowler, as the master of ceremonies, the various speeches and greetings were carried through in a very grand style. We heard a very stirring speech to the young- people of today from our popular Principal, Dr. Car¬ penter. “I am ready to defend young people against any charge that they are not willing to accept respon¬ sibility,” said Dr. Carpenter. “There is ample evi¬ dence of the rise young people are making to a situ¬ ation which constitutes a serious menace to the British Empire. It is going to take more than fire and steel to destroy that empire.” We also heard greetings from the Deputy Minister of Education, Dr. G. Fred McNally. “The Dominion authorities classed the word the Institute was doing as second to none, ” he said. We were really proud to hear a remark like that from as prominent a man as Dr. McNally. Other prominent Calgarians sent us their greet¬ ings. Greetings from the staff to the students were given by Mr. McKenzie, while the President of the term, Mr. John Rogers, replied. During brief intermissions class yells were bounc¬ ing back and forth at an exceptionally fast rate. After the speeches, instrumental selections were offered for our entertainment. Among these were a saxophone trio, comprising Myron Crist, J. Abelseth and Bill Carruthers. The Choral Society, under the direction of Mr. Higgins, gave several vocal selections. Joseph Holosko rendered a violin solo. Thelma Kingsbury and Kathleen Partridge sang with their mellow voices blending in a duet. The school orchestra presented several top-notch selections. To close this part of the evening there was a sing¬ song, led by Joseph Flolosko and accompanied by Mr. Fleming. Shortly afterwards the floor was cleared, the orchestra were in their places, giving out their best, and the students spent the last part of the evening dancing and collecting autographs. It was rather nice to get Dr. Fred G. McNally’s name in one’s autograph book, rather than at the end of a letter in June which embodied several words like “Sorry, but . . . .” All too soon the banquet ended and we all went home feeling tired yet happy -with all the evening of excitement. On March 21st the Iota Club gave a St. Patrick ' s dance at the Coste House to the music of the “Swing Sextette.” The recreation rooms were open, and all the available space was used for the dance floor. Revellers were found all over. What a glorious St. Patrick’s night it was! Now that the third part of our term has rolled around we have a new social convenor in the person of Miss B. Robertson. As far as we know, she is an ambitious, hard-working girl, well deserving this post. We shall have more dances and parties before the year is over. Let’s all attend the next Tech, dance one hundred per cent strong, eh? OUR BRIGHT CORNER Bill Carruthers was speeding along a highway at 90 m.p.h. and was stopped by a patrolman. Bill—“Was I driving too fast?” Cop-—Heck, no, you were flying too low.” What Rugby Means to a Coste House Gal Placement Kick—The act of firing an employee. Umpire—A commonwealth, e.g., the British Empire. Quarter-back—The change received after buying a text-book and one chocolate bar. Coach—See vehicle. First Down—Usually five dollars (the rest one dollar per week, perhaps). Huddle—Type of race, e.g., 120-yard high hurdles. Pep-talk—Part of Kellogg’s advertising cam¬ paign. Water-boy—More often found in the term, “What a Man.” Forward Pass—The act (or art) of making ad¬ vances to a shy young thing, if there are any left. “Porter, get me another glass of ice water.” “Sorry, suh, but if you take any mo’ ice, dat co’pse in de baggage car ain’t goin’ to keep.” Traffic Cop—Don’t you know what I mean when I hold up my hand? Old Lady—I ought to; I was a school teacher for thirty-five years. She doesn’t drink, she never smokes, She doesn’t spend her dimes on cokes, She doesn’t like to stay out late, She’d rather sleep than have a date. She doesn’t neck, she doesn’t pet— In fact, she doesn’t walk, as yet. The nurse came into the room and said in a very quiet voice to the instructor who was sitting there— “It’s a boy.”.. .. Came the answer—“What does he want?”

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32 THE EMERY WEAL CHORAL SOCIETY The Choral Society started functioning late in November this term. At the first meeting there were nearly thirty girls and boys present. This proved the comparatively new school function would not suffer from the dreaded disease—small membership. Since that time our membership has grown considerably. After the first meetings of organization work was started on the new show. There were discussions of characters and selection of actors to be made. With this done full time was devoted to production of the show. Now just three days before the show goes on we are confident it will be a success, thanks to the able instruction of Mr. Cl ifford and Mr. Elgar Higgin and the great enthusiasm of Mr. Safran, and co-operation of the student body directors, Bob Hutchinson, Betty Hart and Bob Reid. On March 28th and 29th the Choral Society put on their Operetta, “Way Out West,” at the new Central High Auditorium. The production, under the able direction of Mr. Clifford Higgin, was an out¬ standing success, much to the pride and satisfaction of both the staff and the students. The stage and dramatic director was Mr. Elgar Higgin, while the staff representatives were Mr. Safran and Mr. H. G. Glyde. All the sets and properties were designed and built in the Tech, shops by Tech, students. Sam Turri and Joe Clitheroe, in co-operation with members of the Art Class, under the direction of Mr. Glyde, were responsible for the scenery and stunning stage effects. DRAMATIC CLUB After weeks of arduous labor the Tech. Dramatic Club, under the direction of Mr. F. S. Dyke, presented two plays in the King Edward School on February 21st. The first play, entitled “The Moving Finger,” was a farcial melodrama which had as its setting a country anywhere in the world, Taleneria. The hero, Dikran Narangian, was effectively played by Dick Cunningham. A weak and emotional man was this Dikran, who seemed to have more than his share of bad luck. He was in love with Vuka, a pretty bar¬ maid, but until he could prove to her father he was brave he seemed to have no chance to win her hand. The most dramatic scene is when Dikran tries to com¬ mit suicide and fails. Complications set in after trouble with the king’s men he finally ends up a brave man and marries Vurka. Gavrilovitch, a fierce black¬ guard and anarchist and whatever else you may think of him, was portrayed by Bruce Blayney, and this character was instrumental in bringing together Vuka and Dikran. The King of Taleveria, played by Tom Pierce, was “rawther” a likeable old “chappy” and was the cause of much amusement to the audience.. Highlights of the play were two dumb privates, Florent Van Wageningen and Everett Johnson, com¬ manded by their fiery Captain, Ken Sheddon. The landlord, played by Sander Caplan, a pom¬ pous old fogey, and the Major, stuffed and bewhisk ered, played by Bernard Bowlen, were exceedingly well portrayed, both in makeup and actions. The second play, “Elegant Edward,” although not having as fast a tempo nor as much color as the first play, was filled with excitement and forceful dramatiz¬ ations. The play is along the same lines as that of the motion picture production “Raffles.” The play opened in Mrs. Treherne’s flat in Mayfair. Elegant Edward, the leading male part, played by Florent Van Wagen¬ ingen, interrupts Burglar Bill, played by Sanden Caplan, in the act of burglarizing the flat. Pretend¬ ing to be Mr. Treherne, he finally scares Burglar Bill away and Mrs. Treherne enters. Complications fol¬ low and Elegant Edward, without Mrs. Treherne suspecting, carries off a fake necklace, which he brings back as a climax to the show. Others assisting in this melodrama were B. Scott, as the police constable; Bruce Blayney, as Police sergeant. All added to the hilarious hazards of Elegant Edward.