St Johns High School - Torch Yearbook (Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada)

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of the “Son” tribe. “Mort,” our versatile sports captain who insists that Hank Greenberg is his cousin — through his father, he says. This is our room, and I am sure that the students who attended this class during the ’45-’46 term will long remember the happy time they spent here. (Until June 30th, to be precise.) Class X-35 Class X-35 — here is a scene to stare at — through the wrong end of a pair of binoculars! The background is a gleaming array of mysteri¬ ous test tubes and chemicals, and the atmos¬ phere is one of vitality, youthfulness, and eager¬ ness for knowledge (of how to persuade a teacher to allow a free period for baseball). The scene is peopled by characters deep in activity. A few are coupled around the fish- tank, somberly meditating on the intricacies of its architecture. Others are running around the room — training for Field Day. Class X-35 topped the list on Inter-Room Field Day with a total of 29V2 points. The stars include Leap¬ ing Leo Lankowski, surefooted McGill, record- breaking Baransky, the Late Betty, and the eight tripping maidens who gracefully (?) won the relay. Not only do thinkers and athletes catch the eye, but also do the flitting antics of our repre¬ sentatives to the Opera, and our secretary who handles the worthy causes invented for the good of Class X-35’s soul. Finally the picture is completed by the teacher, Mr. Laycup, the genial guide of the grateful Class X-35s. Class X-36 Flash! “Booze” Rusen once came on time! This startling and unusual event shook the students of Room 36 to the core! SOCIAL EVENTS — Room 36 pupils attended a tobogganning party and a roller skating social during the term and both proved very successful. MUSICALLY SPEAKING — Roberta Silverman and Mugsy Mason “talk¬ ed about the weather” (unusual) in the Pirates of Penzance and quite a few more girls are donating their vocal talents to Miss Horner for the Festival. SPORTS — The girls made Room 36 quite proud of win¬ ning the Inter-Room Volleyball championship for Grade X and the boys (oh, what would we do without them!) also did well in sports. OBITUARY — Our mirror (long deceased) met its untimely death as all good mirrors do and this tragedy was mourned by some and rejoiced by others. We would like to thank Miss Ross and all our other long-suffering teachers for trying to pull us through our first year at Tech., un¬ scathed. Page One Hundred and Seventeen

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Word has reached me that leading roles were played by Messrs. Carruthers, MacMillan, and Waite (the late) in the great rugby spectacle presented by the Amalgamated Violence and Bloodshed Stock Co. of Winnipeg. I had the pleasure along with four other Room 25 stal¬ warts of taking part in a skit entitled “Basket¬ ball in its Many Forms” (male and female). Our performance was rated as running true to title. Congratulations to Oscar winners: Eleanor Lewington, Nellie Spack, Elsie Prolopenko, and Harold Kaplan. The curtain falls on the Room 25, 45-46 per¬ formance, but I remain, Yours truly, G. Whiz. Class X-28 We are class twenty-eight, an industrious room Solving our problems to the “Twenty-eight Tune.” With Mr. Heys as a Maths, teacher, we are progressing nicely in that subject. Of course there are some, like myself, who, have reached the conclusion that they failed in Maths. Just why, could probably be explained: You see — “I did not study, I did not work Now I’m failing, I’m a jerk.” Ho-hum! This can’t go on forever. Serious¬ ly, our Room has some achievements of which it may be proud. Gold bars were awarded to some of the students, for work in the fair. Despite the frequency with which our class has been shifted and changed, we have had a swell group all year round. Here’s to the room that’s terrific-plus! May there be no failures for any of us. Class X-27 Class X-27 is any teacher’s dream class (or should I say nightmare!). Whatever it may be, our council says we have our good points, though they are concealed. (Cynical, isn’t she!) As president, Marvin Berlin presides most capably over “The Dreamers.” Nettie Stein, our vice-president, has personality plus (so Tammy says). Without Tammy’s witty remarks, Class X-27 just wouldn’t be complete. In Tech’s fa¬ mous opera, Class X-27 was represented by Kay Acheso n in the chorus and Percy Vinsky in the orchestra. And about our looking glass, It has our boys entranced, No doubt it’s easy for you to see, It has a well developed personality. We thank Mr. Thierry for being so patient with us throughout the year. We think he’s “tops.” Class X-31 Judge: Case of Mr. Grusz and the world at large versus Room 31. Case. Mr. Grusz: I received this conglomeration of -- in September. I think that in view of mine and other teachers’ tribulations some retribution should be made. Judge: Mr. Defence Attorney? Defence Attorney: Your honor, as a member of our quiet, subdued, work - loving class, for several reasons I beg leni¬ ency. We have done little wrong and our virtues easily overbalance our shortcomings. For example: Who can make a better pin hole camera for science class than Dick Proctor? Yes, answer this question! So what if Marty Weidman wasted away to a shadow as our first term president? So what if the town psychologists have redoubled trade? Is that reason enough to say that our class is not quite up to par? No, Gentlemen of the Jury, the only verdict can be one of “Not Guilty.” Judge: Has the jury reached its decision? Jury: Your honor, in view of all the facts we recommend that this group shall be denied first place in line for the can¬ teen, they shall lose their basketball, soccer, and hockey series by one point; leniency is also recommended in view of the class’s lack of emotional stabil¬ ity and maturity, with the hope that as time goes on they will grow up. Judge: Case adjourned. (Thank Goodness!) Class X-32 Do you want to be startled? Do you want to be amazed? Look down the roll of Class X-32. First the “names” Sherman and Sam are constantly drawing Supersoon Anne flys past with our stretchable typist Eileen Jean, Elea¬ nor, Grace, and Eleanor are gazing longingly at Room 29. Hedy we see is busy writing poetry and Bernice, who claims her first words were D. D. not Dada. Next to catch our eyes, are Lillian and George arguing about their collec¬ tion of late slips. Our eyes now fall upon Margaret, Shirley, Sam and Borden, our Basketball Champs. Our opera stars are Morley, Manly, and Harvey. Charlie is our school council man and Pat and Ernie from our band. Houghton, Quint, Askin and Leonard are our tall, silent wolves. Law¬ rence and Coleman are quarreling again with Crawford our C.C.F. man. Dorothy with her dia¬ mond, Dolly with her comb, Florence with her fans. Zamick, our hockey star and Ziny our brain wave. The roll has been called and so far we have missed Mr. Farenhurst our master whiz. We hope he can recuperate after a few months of torture. Class X-33 This is our room, and we who scaled to peaks of glory not often reached by our mere prosaic colleagues, do condescend gracefully to let you know once more of our triumphs. Our room has a choice selection of scholars, athletes, and, yes (sigh) we even have our characters. In scholars we have such notables as Lampe, Shicher, Moser, Robinson, and Oman, our little Einstein. In athletics, our room excels. Archie Sinclair did much for sports in our room. Our boys won the Grade X Soccer Championship and the girls won the Grade X volleyball. (Ah, sweet mystery of life!) In characters we hold our own with “Lamont,” the man who “nose” all, and believes nothing. “Such” the little beaver of the Eager Beavers. Ann “chief Hot Cross” who is the able leader Page One Hundred and Sixteen

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1. Draft-dodger. 2. Looking for -pennies, Sam. 3. Box-cars, little Joe, and snake eyes. 4. Soft shoulder ahead. 5. Johnny on the spot and fearless Freddie. 6. Giving things the once over. 7. What a wind! What a wind! 8. Fugitive from a Russian spy ring. 9. A bird in the hand is worth two in bush. 10. Vandals, or just collecting scrap? 11. Matching of wits—half wits. 12. Id Radio Canada. 13. Mr. Bailey, I got a problem. Page One Hundred and Eighteen