University of Alberta Calgary - Evergreen and Gold Yearbook (Calgary, Alberta Canada)

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Valedictory Do you remember your first impressions of UniverstiyP Remember how we entered the front door of this building, and were sent into the gym to face a formidable line of smiling folks? The smiles made you feel better, but you couldn ' t forsee that by the time you reached the end of the line your money would be gone and you ' d have a stack of forms instead. After signing your name fifty times and receiving a little gold and green hat you felt encouraged, since there were only two desks left to visit. Per¬ suaded by the salesmanship of Dusty Rhodes and Jim Twa we joined the A.T.A., the S.U., the E.U.S., the C.I.O. and the A.F.L. At last the end. We headed for the door, our pockets empty, our arms loaded, but our hearts light because we had registered, only to be met by a tall, slim individual sporting eye glasses and a small mustache. He said, Registration will now begin in the library upstairs. Let us mercifully draw a curtain over the next few hours, and proceed to the evening bonfire, with singing, hot dogs, cokes and general good fellowship. That night we had our first and probably last snake dance. It started with 200 singing students parading the streets, tying up traffic, and having a wonderful time. We might have been snake dancing yet had our legs not played out, and had we not had a battery of intelligence tests to write next day. Can you ever forget them? There was a vocabulary test, an English test, a reading test, a classification test—-and a general test to take care of anything that the other tests had missed. I wonder what ever became of those tests? Anyway we must have passed them. The professors let us stay. Clubs, sports and other extra-curricular activities succeeded in filling all extra time. Much to the professors ' distress, the ping-pong room be¬ came the most frequented room in the building. Early alarms, buses, games, and dancing bring back memories of the Edmonton trip. For me it meant walking twelve blocks in the fresh morn¬ ing air at seven a.m. Next I remember music, corsages, receiving-lines and dancing. Yes girls, that ' s when we donned our courage and our evening dresses, and spent our money to take the boys to the Wauneita formal. The U.A.B. banquet became almost literary for awhile with Joe Neu- feld and Mr. Buxton matching wits by spouting atrocious poetry, Len Ramsay congratulating everybody, and Dr. Doucette reciting William Henry Drum¬ mond in French-Canadian dialect. Mr. Goodwin appeared to be sitting behind four neat stacks of pancakes. We later discovered they weren ' t pancakes at all, but crests which were distributed to hockey players, ping- pong players, and poker players. 15

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The Editor Mary Edwards Editing is a hard life. Anyone mad enough to accept the position can plan to give up all other activities, including eating supper, and will be sure to earn the undying hatred of all those who were supposed to do write-ups. By the time the book gets out the editor should be grey-haired, frustrated and on a milk diet for ulcers. In University, editing the yearbook does have its compensations. While you may never again have the constitution of former days, you will certainly have added many new friends to your list. There is no better way of get¬ ting to know who ' s who around the campus than pasting 250 photos in neat little rows. The students on the yearbook also get to know their in¬ structors better through working with them. For the T.L. students on the staff it may be their only opportunity to meet the Arts and Science professors. The untimely death of Professor Millar struck a hard blow at our year¬ book as well as at the faculty. We felt we had lost a friend as well as an advisor. To our gratitude Dr. Allen and Miss Stadelbauer stepped into his place and helped us, more, perhaps, than even we realize. As an entirely green staff we made every error possible, and except for their guiding hands we would have been lost long ago. Yes, editing has its good and bad points. As the book goes to press the entire staff are heartily sick of it, and declare that they ' ll never work on another, but by the time it returns from the binders they only recall the laughter at noon hour meetings. They have forgotten the Saturdays spent making up pages of candids and remember the coffee at midnight after an evening of photographing still shots . The memory of the troubles they had tracking down club write-ups is erased by their laughter as they reread Marg Taylor ' s Bell Listeners . Given the opportunity everyone on the staff would be back working on another yearbook, fortified by the ideas acquired this year. 14

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Elections took the lime-light a few weeks ago. What campaign speeches! Larry Koper used his speech to make love to all the girls—just to get votes! Lorna almost missed the point of her own joke, and Marg. Robertson promised to run away with the Students ' Union money, the treas¬ urer—or both. And with these exercises today our year draws to a close. True, we still have a few examinations to write, but that ' s a mere detail—not to be mentioned in a Valedictory. And what of the future? For some of us it means the little red school house, but to all of us this prospect brings no fears, because practice-teach¬ ing has introduced us to many classroom situations. We have experienced walking five miles to school, catching seven o ' clock buses, working in rooms with temperatures from twenty degrees to ninety degrees, and preparing lesson plans by coal oil lamps far, far into the night. But we ' ve learned another thing. We have discovered that the size of the school room, the newness of building, or the size of the windows aren ' t the only factors that determine the atmosphere of the school. Far more important than these are such things as the personality of the teacher, her enthusiasm, her prep¬ aration and her interest in the pupils. These are the factors that make learning pleasant or tedious for the students. Using the experiences we have gained, some of us will be entering our own classrooms next fall. Others will be returning to complete their courses at University. We shall miss the third year Industrial Arts boys: our President, Dusty Rhod es; our Treasurer, Lome Wiley; our Disciplinary Chairman, Garry Davies, and all the others who have contributed so much to our school year. We apprec¬ iate their efforts in the school for the past three years. I should like to express our appreciation to the Faculty staff. When practice-teaching assignments were hard, they were always there with in¬ formation and a variety of ideas; they attended our dances and games showing true sportsmanship; and they were of real assistance in our clubs and organizations, in our Students ' Council, our E.U.S. and our Year Book. I thought I might say good-bye, but this is not good-bye because we who are taking Education have an opportunity to renew acquaintances which is denied most University graduates. We shall be working in the same profession, in the same province, perhaps in the same school division or town. So we shall see each other again, perhaps at summer school, per¬ haps at University, perhaps at convention. In the meantime ' ' Au revoir and may good luck go with you. — JEAN CHOWEN 16