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

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EMERY WEAL Page 21 l- PHIS last year at Tech, reminds me of a play—the players being the students and instructors of this Institute. At the beginning of the year everyone seemed eager to go forward into a new term and anxious to leave the impression of success along with completion of the term. Some of these actors who started out with trem- endous zeal to go forward, for some reason lost hope, but this hope was caught by others who carried it on until its realization. As with men, so with projects. The Emery Weal Annual started off with a bang but the original editorial staff failed to maintain the pace and at the conclusion of their courses left a rather desperate situation confronting the small band of pinch hitters who stepped into the breach and carried on, with only a few weeks to go until the end of the term. In this short space of time the new staff completed the taking of pictures, compiling of reports and lining up of advertising only to be confronted with a paper shortage and the possibility that they might not be able to publish the book after all. Happily this was overcome and the threat that the long line of year book annuals would be at last broken, was averted. We are a bit late it is true but we have come through and that is the main thing. Into the publication of this book has gone many hours of work and worry. It is hoped that the players will keep it as a keepsake and that it will be a fond remind¬ er of the days they spent at Tech. —R. K. NEWTON.

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Page 20 EMERY WEAL The above members of the student body served on the Students’ Council at various times throughout the terms. To them we owe the success of all the student activities in the year 1945-1946.

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Page 22 EMERY WEAL “Waitress, what’s wrong with these eggs?” “I don’t know. I just laid the table.” ★ Diner (after sawing futilely for some time at a piece of meat): “Waiter, I can put up with eating horse, but I should like it if the animal’s harness was first removed.” ★ Irate Husband—“How comes this flat tire?” Wife—“I ran over a milk bottle.” Irate Husband—“Can’t you see a milk bottle in the road?” Wife—“How could I? The boy had it under his coat.” ★ “May I speak to the manager?” “Why, certainly, he is always glad to see pretty girls like you.” “Is that so? Then you may tell him that his wife wishes to see Teacher—“Every day we breathe oxygen. What do we breathe at night. Willie?” Willie—“Nitrogen”. ★ A young man from the city was sent to take an inventory of a farm. He hadn’t had any experience in this type of work, but he managed to make a list of all the chattels and stock until he came to an animal which he was unable to identify—a goat. So he phoned his boss and said—-“What do you call this thing that’s around here with a rough coat that’s worn out in spots, a beard, and a long, sad face?” “That, you fool, is the farmer!” ★ “Doctor”, said the sick man, “the other doctors seem to differ from you in their diagnosis of my case,” “I know”, replied the medical man cheerfully, “but the post¬ mortem will show which of us is right.”