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

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BOOK Page seventy-seven McMurchy, out for a stroll, wandered through the church-yard, gazing idly on the inscriptions on the tombstones. “Not dead but sleeping,” read one particu¬ larly aged stone. McMurchy scratched his head, mediated for a minute, then re¬ marked, “He sure ain’t fooling anyone but himself.” Everything comes to him who orders hash. The following conversation was overheard when two Western Canada Grads met: First—“Well, I finally passed French.” Second—“Honestly ?” First—“Aw, don’t be so curious.” Mr. Gislason—“Go on with the translation, Yule.” Silence from Yule. Mr. Gislason—“Just dispense with the silent player and continue.” A man approached Hutton and said—“Would you join our society for the abolishing of tipping? The membership fee is twenty-five cents.” To which the doughty one replied, “In that case it will be cheaper for me to tip.” The train came to a grinding stop which jarred all the passengers. “What is the matter, conductor,” asked. Miss Maxwell. “We just ran over a cow,” replied the conductor. “Was it on the track?” “No, we chased it into a bam.” Bruce Jacobs entered a restaurant and sat down at a table. The waiter approached with a shuffling gait. Bruce—“Have you got frogs’ legs?” Waiter—“No, sir, I’ve got rheumatism.” Gregg—“I never speak to my inferiors, do you?” Hoar—“I dunno; I never met any of your inferiors.” Carrie Speer—“They say Barbara Jarman plays badminton just like a man.” Geraldine Mavor—“Wouldn’t you think she’d be ashamed to use such lan¬ guage?” ... Judge—“W. L. Hutton, eh; What is the charge, officer?” Officer—“Driving while in a state of extreme infatuation.” Mary Davidson (at fight)—“I heard some one yell ‘fowl.’ Where are the feathers ?” Spencer—“Oh, this is a fight between two picked men.” Betty—“Oh, look at the rhinoceros.” Gregg—“That’s not a rhinoceros, it’s a hippopotamus; can’t you see it ain’t got no radiator cap?” sK :Jc Mr. Harding—“What’s the difference between water and ice?” Taylor—“The price.” Corbet—“Do you like music?” Wales—“Yeah, but keep right on playing.” Miss Sage—“What is the Order of the Bath?” Russell—“Pa first, and then Ma, and then us kids.”

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Pa e seventy-six YEAR :: Iofe?0 :: W.C. Student—“That’s Minchin, our centre forward; he’ll soon be our best man.” Sweet Young Thing-—-“Oh, this is so sudden.” Maxine MacKlim (to butcher)—“I want a chicken.” Butcher—“D’ya wanna pullet?” Maxine—“No, I wanna carry it.” T. E. A. S.—“King, explain the Binomial Theorem.” King—“Just what is it you don’t understand?” Frank—“Who put that statue under the kitchen sink?” Mr. Johnson—“Ssh! That’s the plumber working.” Mr. Collier—“Translate, ‘Haec in Gallia importata est. ” Robertson—“Hike into Gaul, it’s important.” Mr. Pulleyblank (finishing exercise)—“Now class, if you‘11 look at the front board, I’ll run through it for you.” Keith—“Which would you rather be, beautiful or rich?” Barbara Jarman—“Oh, I wouldn’t mind being rich too.” Several years ago a friend walking by the Johnson home happened to see little Frankie sitting on the curb, crying. “Don’t cry Frankie,” he consoled, “you’ll get your reward in the end.” To which Frank replied, “S’pose so. That’s where I alius do get it.”

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Page seventy-eight YEAR Mr. Stevenson tells us that there’s a quaint old Scotch superstition that it’s unlucky to light thirteen on a match. Miss McCracken—“And I hope that I don’t catch you in any unlawful prac¬ tices while taking this exam.” Last Row—“You won’t; we’ve got a new system.” Davidson—“What are you writing?” Hutton—“A joke.” Davidson—Well, give her my love.” Traffic Cop—“Hey, didn’t you hear me yelling for you to stop?” Miss Atkinson—“Oh, was that you yelling? I thought that was just some one I had run over.” T. E. A. S.—“Now, if you subtract this series from the other, what is the difference?” Garbutt—“Yeah, that’s what I say. I think it’s a lotta bunk, too.” Ralph Hoar (in elevator)—“Fourth floor, please.” Operator—“Here you are, son.” R. H.—“How dare you call me son. You are not my father.” Operator—“Well, I brought you up, didn’t I?” Margaret Irving (learning to drive)—“That little mirror up there isn’t set right.” Salesman—“Isn’t it?” Margaret—“No, I can’t see a thing but the car behind.” Smith—“A good deal depends upon the formation of early habits.” Davidson—“I know it; when I was a baby my mother hired a woman to wheel me about and I’ve been pushed for money ever since.” Sargent—“Well, old man, I must be off.” Garbutt—“I though so the first time I met you.” Gofsky—“I can find anything if I look hard enough.” Besen—“Well, you sure look hard enough.” Strick—-“Is this peach or apple pie?” Jacobs—“Can’t you tell by the taste?” Strick—“No.” Jacobs—“Well, then, what difference does it make?” Teacher—“Fisher, I’m ashamed of you. Do you know any more jokes like that?” Fisher—“Yes, sir.” Teacher—“Well, then, stay in after school.” Some gulls were following a boat. Besen—“That’s a nice looking flock of pigeons.” Tourist—“Those are gulls.” Besen—“Well, gulls or boys, it’s a nice looking’ flock of pigeons.” Roily—“I’d like to see a first-class second-hand car!” O’Connor—“You and me both.” Carl Nickel says that beauty is often only skin dope.