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

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EVENING CLASS, GYMNASIUM, R.C.I. President-Mabel Millarg Secretary Treasurer-Alice Black- loekg lst Year Represenftative-Ruby Harperg 2nd Year Represen- tative-Alma Sandstromg 3rd and 4th Year Representative-A Audrey McKay. In all our sports, the te-aehers and pupils work tog'ether in erfeot harmony and the School Board has always been ffeneroa.. 1 I 0 l 1 Q 1 Q 6 0 with its assistance. It proposes to iurnish the chief tennis and baseball accessories this ear and we are duly Grateful. 1 23 Audrey MacKay, 362 THE PRIZE STORY THE NIAGARA MAN. p by Audrey MacKay. The most wonderful, all-power water, the sweet, invigorating air both added to the pleasure of our motor drive. The oar crawled smoothly by Niagara Falls, bound for the Wliii'lpools and Rapids. As we journeyed through that wonderland, my mother, who had 25

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l ped gymnasium. Interform games are a constant source of interest and friendly rivalry. In fact We Would sooner play than eat or sleep. Who Wouldn't, With such a delightful gym, and such jolly y playmates? Outside games were played With the Normal School and Qu7Appelle and this year we had a. new opponent, in the Collegiate Nites. The R.C.I. First Team line up is: Forward-Vera Yates, Alice Blacklock. Centre-Jean Peebles, Blanche Paquet. Defence-Frances Smeed, Audrey McKay. The R.C.I. Second Team line up is: l Forward-Gladys Schiefner, Russum Nowles. Centre-Ellen Jordison, Gelena Miller. Defence-Elsie Baker, Eva Till. BA SEBALL. At an open meeting of the girls of the school on April 13, nearly every phase of baseball was discussed. Officers were elected. Mr. Austin Bothwell who has faithfully supervised the girls' baseball for several years, and is a general favorite With co-eds, was elected Honorary President. The other officers are: . ' .1 M - . in GYMNASIUM CLASS, III. A AND III. B, R.C.I. 24

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many times visited this pleasure spot, pointed out the things of interest. That man is still hanging on for dear life, asserted mother to one of the company. Indeed he is, replied another. Naturally, my attention was attracted by a remark of this. nature. Now who and where could this man be, thought I. I don 't see him, I'll ask my cousin Iiandyf' ' Landy merely pointed his finger, taking for granted, I knew the rest of the tale.. Unfortunately I did not, this was my first trip to Niagara. Wlieii we returned from the Vxlhirlpools and Rapids, my thoughts were still on this poor man. None of the company seemed to take any interest in the matter, yet a determination to set my mind at ease, led me to renew the subject. Can't he get backf' I suddenly broke in. Wlio??' 'fVVhy the man clinging to the rock. . Oh! he! Doesn't look like it, was the abrupt answer. f'Can no one rescue him? HI guess not, Landy replied. Well how did he get there? Did he fall into the water or what happened? 'CI don 't know, I'm sure. '4Goodness! You don 't seem to care either, I flashed at him. Landy knew by this time that I was not joking. Nor did he wish to provoke me further. So lie told me the story. The story is simple. This man is a. huge rock mass which some prehistoric convulsion of nature has thrown into the resemblance of an image, to divide the water, just before the plunge over the precipice. . Witli this brief explanation, I was not satisfied. I revisited the sight, and so, instead of tumbling cascade and tumultuous gorge, I saw a spacious plateau, the trees and grass of which were wonder- fully green. A steep cliff showed its bare, dark face and seemed to brood over a wide valley.. And there the Tiger Lily, in brilliant bloom, dotted the meadow. There were natives living in this valley whose caves were dry and deep in the valley sides. But what were they doing? Maidens dressed in the skins of animals were frolicking in the meadow, their streaming hair glistening in the sunshine, their dances were free and luring. Wlioevei' saw more grace, more beauty? Other Maidens baked before their open-doored caves, and as I drew nearer I discovered Mayon, Queen of the Vale, making a fresh wreath of violets, while another, sitting near in the shade of a Pincherry tree, fashioned a new Silver Fox skin into a. beautiful toque. liut hark! The magical airs, the voices sweet and clear. And to my left I turned. Among the bluebells, stately and tall, a half score of hlithesome souls were gathering strawberries for their mid-day meal, and with them Crocille, very fair, carrying an arm- 26