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

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f?73!Py 4 4: 3 on TO MR. CAMPBELL ON MONDAY-1ST PERIOD Who is it through the door comes striding, Just as the third bell rings its warning, And, marching swiftly to his drawer, Pulls out the Doomsday book once more? A calm five minutes now elapses Then Ellen, entering late, collapses, Why will you never rise in time Like me, and be in here by nine. She trembling to her seat repairs, And each one now her anguish shares, For all the dread result do know If for excuse their watch be slow! A dreadful tension fills the air And, until peace is granted there, i Not one would venture to explain- The College line's been slow again. The lesson now proceeds full swing Until, at last, the bell will ring l And then deep sighs are heard from all, At passing footsteps down the hall. f'

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R. Rosenthal There was a young man named Rosie, Who wanted to smell like a posey, He used carbon disulphide Till they put him right outside, That eccentric young gentleman, Rosie. Marjorie jones Marjorie Jones is a little scamp, She'l1 give you points on How to Vamp. Banished suitors mourn and sigh But she treats them all with scornful eye' For was she not the Widow Wild Who captured even the heart of a child. 7 ODE TO 4 B With halting steps to class they come With lollipops and chewing gum, Through Cicero they sadly stumble, Feeling -oh so very humble. In grammar they are awfully punk, McEcherin says They are the bunk! -By 3 4 A STUDENT Fells Confectionery ill Our New and Dainty lces are always a delight to our patrons. ill Tea Room Service unexcellecl. ill We feature CAKES, CANDIES and ICE CREAM in Colors and Shapes that harmonize with your Table Decorations. l865 scant st. B, F, FELL iPh05e 44625

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mxkf T A, TEACHER'S DREAM r CN. CRAIG, 4BD One by one the hours crept on As he sat till break of dawn :-- CWe'd written exams three weeks befoiej I'll give her ninety-nine-no mere. There, I've finished Senior B, And the lowest mark was eighty-three Well, I'm sleepy, guess Illl quit, Let the rest of the boneheads wait. He gave a yawn, put out the light- Then-oh, horrors! What a sight! Two black figures stood before him Seized him silently and bore him In a box of ebony, Carved in sounds of harmony: Up the ladder Gradatim Into regions strange and dim, Crossed a dreary wilderness, 'Twas the Vale of the Brainlessf' Now before him flows a stream- Fearful, awful, doth it seem: 'Tis the stream of Education, But a bridge is built of Latin- Three words Labor omnia Vincitf His dark escorts safely cross it, Leave him on the other shore, There to wonder more and more. A broad highway stretches far Paved with books deep set in tar, Lofty 'trees sedately rise, Cn either hand up to the skies: D Cn each leaf a word is written- Each tree constitutes a poem. Now he leaps out of his box- Brand new collar, shirt and socks, Figure of a Greek athlete, Wings and halo, all complete. Thenhe sees a motley throng 57 9