Regina Collegiate Institute - Souvenir Yearbook (Regina, Saskatchewan Canada)

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. FLORENCE COCHRANE Has but lately joined the Collegiate Institute. Her former education was obtained in Lumsden, where, until the fall of 1919, she was a resident. She is a very studious girl and is never in too great a hurry to hunt up forgotten home- work questions or missing notes for delinquents. Ambition-Not known. OLIVER DE.-KN Napoleon Bonaparteug a typical coun- try gentleman from the neighborhood of Condie. Expects to leave the Regina Collegiate Institute for the Royal Military College, Kingston, Ontario, and gain fame as a second Napoleon. Mott.o- I want to be a soldier. PEARL STEWART Of great musical ability, the pride of the Seniors. She is a conspicuous figure in the Friday afternoon Literary where with her sweet voice she soothes away the cares of past and present. Is also a budding poetess and a dandy in French translation. Ambition-Hidden. BEATTIE RAMSAY Hails from the far-famed town of Lumsden. Plays left wing on our hockey team, and is one of the best sports in the school. Takes kindly to fussing. Ambition- To get his E. L. lNI. Cengineer of legal mechanics.j IRENE FURST Infused with a poetic spirit, and star of the German class. Although she is often found excitedly inquiring for the lesson one minute before class: yet when she finds it she takes her part with com- mendable zeal. Ambition- To draw better cartoons. HAROLD STEWART A prairie productg has energy to spare. Has a habit of finishing anything he starts at. lVIotto-- Do or die. Ambition- Judge Stewart or Bust. ANNIE lVIU1R Sounded her first note in Grand Valley, Ont. Nelson, B.C., Davidson and Re- gina all share in the honor of her educa- tion. Her anxiety to lead others along the flowery path of knowledge has lead her to choose teaching as her profession. Ambition- To become a doctor some day. GEORGE MCENVEN One of the Collegiate's Old Timers. Hails from Yellow Grass. Quiet and easy-going. Has great aversion to pub- lic speech making. Would-be joker of the Senior Form. Ambition-Absolutely unknown.

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Little M occctstn cmd the Buffalo Stone Many years ago, long before lvhoop Up, Stand Off or Slide Out had been heard of, a small band of Blood Indians, having loaded their travaux with their worldly possessions, left their Winter camp in Bull Horn Coulee and trailed north. The past winter had been a severe one for the Indians as the buffalo kill the preceding autumn had been very light and their supply of jerked beef and pemmican had early been exhausted. They had eked out a living as best they could, tiding over hungry times with dog or coyote. M fy The band, led by a minor chief, who, how- ? ever, was noted as a li mighty hunter, intended to scour the Porcupine Hills and the valley b e t W e e n these and the Livingstone Range for buffalo. The Indians hoped to find a small band of these animals, which, separated from the main herd, might have wintered among the hills instead of migrating south. But their quest proved unsuccessful, Near the Old lNIan River the Indians halted and camped. Each day the bravest took bows and arrows and went out in search of the much-needed food the squaws usually remaining in camp to do the Work. No traces of the buffalo, however, could be found, and the Indians were facing starvation. Second only to the chief as a hunter was Eagle Feather, whose tepee lay nearest the river. This brave had for some time been lying by the fire in his lodge, his two squaws going noiselessly about their tasks. Now Eagle Feather rose, took his bow and arrows, and, with a grunt and a jerk of the head in the direction of the VVeasel to signify that she should follow him, strode out of the tent. With the squaw following at a respectful distance he set off for the day's hunt. Little Moccasin looked after the pair a trifie wistfully. That she was not the favorite of Eagle Feather she knew well and the VVeasel maliciously reminded her of the fact upon every opportunity. W'hen the receding figures had pased from her View behind a little blud she gathered the day's supply of