Western Canada High School - Yearbook (Calgary, Alberta Canada)

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BOOK Pago fifty-one Ifminr i taniittii) fm Inti) ©rrmn (In order of classes) Frances Cadzow, Rodena Beaton, Dorothy Cadzow, Gordon Buchanan, Ella Noble, Maxinne Fox, Mary Picken, John Irvine, Robert Barron, John Hall, Eric Wales, Rothnie Montgomerie-Bell, David Collier, Elizabeth Fee, Harcourt Smith, Toby Katzin, Marguerite Russell, Geraldine Mavor, James Corbet, Kenneth Robertson, Isabelle McRoberts, Howard Patton, Joan Mayhood, Sam Kaplan, Madge Cardell, Margaret Hall, Audrey Baxter, Margaret McFarlane, Wilfred Chalmers, Jean Anderson, Dorothy Hutton, Lloyd Smith, Charlotte Hoyt, Doris Stewart, William Russell, Duncan Campbell, Kathleen Durrell, Joe Simonton, Basil Godfrey, Thomas Dixon, Maclean Jones, Daphne Lilly, Rayworth MacKay, Thomas Malcolm, Dorothy McCaig, Frank Crawford, Sydney Dyke, Jean Clarke, Donald Wilson, Mary Beaton, Bruce MacAulay, Kenneth Grainger, Frances Crawford. William Dingle, Dorothy Ballantine, Stewart Robertson, Marian Lipkind, Norma Skelton, Virginia Martin, Mary Dillon, Allan Spence, Ruth Goudie, Graham McLellan, George Garbutt, George Campbell, Betty Burwash. limun tauitiug fin ($itr ukrm (In order of classes) Jessie Skene, Ross Stanley, Isolena Rogers, Florence Patton, Yvonne Sten- berg, Sydney Mitchell, Robert Cook, Blanche Toews, George Bass, Angus Osborne, Burke Besen, Isadore Gofsky, Margaret Wallis, Iris Kingston, Marjorie Bagnall, Mary Davidson, Vivian Clarke, Maurice Groberman, Beatrice Park, Lily Waterman, Daisy Robb, Elizabeth Colley, Joan Robertson, Richard Stapells, Gladys Yates, Frances Hustwayte, Doris Christensen, Molly Sherlock, Ian Dyke, Ruth Clendenan, Stanley Hartroft, Arthur Burns, Margaret Humphries, Stanley James, Muriel Harvey, Donald Irving, Alma Bercov, Marion Brooks, Doris Newman, Aileen Mac- farlane, Muriel Valk, Frances Hood, Lillian Byers, Doris Saxton, Margaret Rhodes, Harold Baker, Florence Morley, John Miller, Bert Corey, Frank Carmichael, Charles Mawer, Esther Black, Wilson Hodge, Jean Spencer, Marjorie Nock, Dorothy Crockett, Jack Blight, Stella JofFe, Mary Schultz, Douglas Miller, Willis Morgan, Morris Shumiatcher, James Hughes, Phyllis Dwelley, Rose Walton, Nesbitt Plotke, Ross Maguire. Mr. Collier—“Fisher, give the principal parts of audio.” Fisher (waking up)—“What did he say?” Taylor—“I dunno.” Fisher—“Dunno, dunnare, dunnavi, dunnatus.” Landlord (interviewing prospective boarder)—“Got any children, dogs, cats, canaries, a piano, phonograph or radio?” Timid One—“No, but I’ve got a fountain pen that squeaks a bit.”

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Page fifty YEAR (Class 2 1965 At last I, Lizzie Zilch, have attained my life-long ambition. At the age of fifty-eight, I succeeded Ruth Fretting as head Blues singer at station GORP, the voice of Asthma. About the time I received my appointment, who should come in but Spencer Cumming. He wanted to double for Bing Crosby. After listening to him singing “Nero, My Dog Has Fleas,” in an ear-splitting soprano, I convinced him that the only singer in his family was a sewing machine, and I had the head bouncer throw him out. Betty Black and Barbara Jarman came crashing through the studio door. They showered me with kisses and exclaimed, “Gee, Lizzy, we’re famous now, we just got back from Hollywood.” Yes, I recalled seeing that Betty had given a very heartfelt portrayal of the Sweatband in the “Green Hat,” and that Barb had attained instant fame for her interpretation of the Spring Board in “Hell Divers.” As we were chatting over old times we heard thick voices trickling through the woodwork. Opening the door I saw Bob Cook and Wilfred Costello covered with tomato ketchup. Accompanied by Bolis Banjo they were singing “Is my vest red ?” They told me that Maxinne Fox was making a good living teaching the Highland Fling to Scotch terriers. My first fan letter came from Angus Osborne. He confidentially told me that he and Joe Michener were making a harness living, running a livery stable. He ended with a postscript—It’s a wise horse that knows his own fodder. Marg. Moffat applied for a job as a charwoman but made such a nuisance of herself beg¬ ging for bottles of red-eye that I was forced to fire her. However she recom¬ mended Carrie Speer to fill her place. When I asked Carrie what she thought of Mahatma Ghandi she said she ate cream fudge only. Neale Roche came to me one morning and plaintively asked for a dime for a cup of “Cawfie.” He had been a pork salesman in Jerusalem but business was so bad he returned to his ' home town. We were both surprised to see Bettie Mitchell fly past on her roller-skates. “What lovely Titian hair,” I said. “I’ll bet it’s imititian,” said Neale, and was off like a shot. Barron and Nicolson came to me one day. They wanted to arrange for a programme to advertise their Fallen Arch Six Shoes. They told me that George Bass had been expelled from a deaf and dumb school for making too much noise. It seems Pat Mitchell had taken to the bar and was soaking in the atmosphere. Martha Holm and Blanche Toews were down and out. Martha was down at Leth¬ bridge and Blanche was out at Ponoka. Yvonne Stenberg was making a good living selling cigar butts. Mary Picken, Florence Patton and Ella Noble came in one day chewing gum for all they were worth. “Can I chew your gum?” I asked. “Which one—upper or lower?” they said in Unison. They had started a ballet with Isadore Gofsky, Howard Minchin, John Hall, Ben Hanen and Burke Besen in the chorus. Helen Hairsine, Marg. Blatchford, and Dodo Splane had made a fortune out of Ajax Axle grease. They wanted me to sing “The Axlegrease Blues,” but I had already promised Bruce Wallace to sing on his “Pantaloon Cigar” hour. Sid Mitchell and Evangeline Girvin had just discovered how to hasten time with the spur of the moment. Sid said that Gordon Buchanan was wearing pumps as he had water on the knee. Imagine my joy when I heard that Jack Irvine and Harold Kennedy had written a “Painless Trigonometry.” How my old classmates had progressed! But my reverie was broken. I heard Graham Cracker shouting: “You’re next on the programme, Miss Zilch.” 1 bade adieu to my old friends and hastened toward the “mike.” By MONA MACAULAY, Class 2.

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Pape fifty-two YEAR (Ea irtH , Last year marked the conclusion of Cadet training in Calgary. Western once again took the honors by winning the Mayland shield for the second time, and if there is to be no future competition it will probably be permanently in her possession. The leaders last year were: Bob Foulds, Company Leader, with Bob Taylor, Bill Russell, Art Gill and Jack Snell as Platoon Leaders. This training is only appreciated after we have left it, and it is hoped by all that the Government will be able to resume it shortly. ®hr (tots’ Smtiattmt If you had stepped into the stately halls of Western on the afternoon of the Girls’ Initiation you would have been surprised to see walking before you Robinson Crusoe and Friday, Katherine of Aragon, and Uncle Tom or perhaps Florence Nightingale with Peck’s Bad Boy, and near the end of the long line trudged the Ancient Mariner with his Albatross. Who were all these strange persons ? Why, they were the Freshies i At four o’clock all the girls assembled in the gym, while the old girls racked their brains for the character each new girl was representing. A judging com¬ mittee, headed by Mrs. Bagnall, finally decided that the prize for the best costume should go to Ruth Goudie, as the Ancient Mariner. A big lolypop was awarded to Margaret Irving for having the most complete list of correct characters. Games and a sing-song followed, then every one rushed upstairs for refresh¬ ments. Miss Maxwell welcomed the new girls and Dorothy Mitchell replied on behalf of the Freshies. A bit of “red and green” was pinned on each new girl, signifying that she was now a member of the Girls’ Association. The fun finally ended with every girl heartily singing, “The School Girls of Western.” Sam’s girl is tall and slender; Mine is fat and low. Sam’s girl wears silks and satins; Mine wears calico. Sam’s girl is fast and speedy, Mine is pure and good. D’ you think I’d change my girl for Sam’s own girl ? You know dam well I would.