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

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Page 62 YEAR THE TEAM— Left Forward— Em. Irving, Captain. She ' s a peppy player and a noticeable point getter. Right Forward —Sarah Goodman. She ' s also an excellent centre. Being the only player left from last year ' s Seniors, we couldn ' t get along without her. Centre —Kay Carlyle. She’s shown a great improvement and will continue to do so. Right Forward —Frances Crawford. She’s a good shot and a speedy player. Left Guard —Margaret Hayden. Here ' s a player with real basketball ability. She and Eleanor are formidable defence players. Right Guard—Eleanor Adolph. She has a rare knowledge of the game and how to play it. She never gives in. Left Guard (Sub.)— Marion Hustwayte. A steady player with plenty of promise. Right Forward (Sub.)— Lena Hambling. She comes from last year ' s Juniors and is a good player. Left Forward (Sub.)— Louise Young. A welcome newcomer to the team. She’s a real asset. TODAY, YOUR BEST By Audrey Baxter (2) A darkening cloud obscures the way. The future from our eyes. We cannot know what years may bring Of fame, of joy, of sighs. No! Only God can know what lies Ahead on the road, for men; And He in His infinite wisdom Has placed it beyond their ken. Whate ' er is writ beyond the veil. For you, beginning the Quest Of Life, whatever you do or are, Let it be, today, your best. A longing, perhaps, to look ahead On the Path of Life for you, May thrill you; work on for the present, To God and yourself be true. Forget tomorrow, live for today, Put your soul in whate’er you do. And trust that what lies beyond the veil Is right and the best for you. As years roll on and the curtain lifts, When your race is run, you ' re at rest, You’ll see that the prize is always won By doing, today, your best.

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BOOK Page 61 JUNIOR BASKETBALL By Jean A. Dickson The girls were fortunate in securing George Dean as coach; a more efficient and more faithful coach would be hard to find. Rideau Hall was used for practices, and for the games, we had as our home floor the Memorial Hall. The Juniors wish to express their sincere thanks to their coach, Mr. Dean, to Miss James, and to all the students who supported us by making posters and attending our games. THE TEAM— jean Dickson —Right Forward—the captain. She is top-scorer of all the games. Fay Peacock —Left Forward, but plays guard equally as well, Betty Priestley— Centre—Vice-Captain and a very capable centre. We depend on Betty ' s tip-offs. Alice Laven— Right Guard—Sees that her opponent is well guarded, so helping us to keep the lead. Gwen Mahood —Left Guard—Our left guard is noted for her long, accurate shots and her fast pivoting. . , Florence Lincoln —Florrie plays left forward and certainly teams -up well on the forward line. ■ • Vivian Maguire —also plays forward; she ' gets into the play arid is. a real fighter, Ruth Meadows —Is centre but when not playing centre, she plays • guard. Lois Snowdon —Lois plays forward and is our Smallest player. • ■ • - GAMES— Western vs. Tech.—23-11. Opening game in Junior A” League and Western got away to a good start by defeating Tech. 23-11. Western vs. C.C.I. — 16-7, Western defeated our old rivals, C.C.I. This was an exciting game. Western vs. Crescents — 18-15. This was the most rough and tumble game we played. No support at this game. . Western vs. C.C.I. —23-9. Although the score was one-sided, this was the .best and most exciting game we played. Jean- Diqhson and Florence Lincoln scored 12 and 7 points respectively Western vs. Tech.—30-7. Another victory for Western. This was our easiest game. . - „ Western vs. King Edward—19-17. As King Edward are the champions of B” section and Western are champions ' of A” section, .we challenged King Edward. It was an exhibition game, Western winning with 2 points to the good. Miss James, President of the Athletic Association, presented the cups to both teams. BASKETBALL WIND-UPS On April 3rd, the Juniors and Seniors ended the ' Basketball season with a Pro¬ gressive Dinner and Theatre Party. This successful evening closed a successful Basket¬ ball season. SENIOR BASKETBALL ; Another basketball season-is over. The team of ’33-134 was fortunate in obtaining Bill Dingle for coach. Central and Crescent Heights were the old rivals, and competition was very keen throughout the league. With six players missing from last year ' s squad the. gaps were filled by the Juniors who certainly showed some true basketball fighting spirit combined with some very neat shooting The majority of the home games were played.at Memorial Hall and the practices were held at Rideau Hall because of the lack of a proper floor at Western. Although the team was unsuccessful in some of their games and failed to win the trophy, they enjoyed the season and are more enthusiastic than ever in proclaiming that It ' s a great game.

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BOOK Page 63 LITERARy OBIIT By Ruth Turnbull 1 he plane roared through the night. Myriad lights winked for an instant below. Darkness again enveloped the plane. The sharp staccato of the telegraph transmitter broke into the engine’s rythmic whirr. Mechanically the telegrapher jotted down the message. An expression of incredulity swept over his face. Composing himself he turned and entered the cabin where a lone passenger sat. Telegram, Sir.” Sir Martin Cross seemed not to have heard. Telegram, Sir.” Slowly, Sir Martin extended his hand, to receive the message. His eyes scanned the brief lines Lady Diana died suddenly this forenoon. Further news awaits you here.” Digby. Not a muscle in Cross ' s face twitched. His greatest pride was his self control. Quietly he said, Tell the pilot he is to head for home, and not to stop unless it’s absolutely necessary.” Several hours later, a weary figure mounted the steps to Sir Martin Cross’s palatial home. The door swung open softly. Cross entered; noiselessly the door swung to. She ' s really dead, sir,” said Jones, forgetting his habitual tact. The words had been unwittingly blurted out. He took his master ' s hat and gloves; confusedly turning away. Send whisky and soda to my den, Jones. Don’t disturb me again till I ring. Full realization of what he had really lost, seemed to come to Sir Martin only after he had entered his home. He was as one possessed. Abjectly he paced up and down his study. Periodically he stopped, assumed a listening attitude, shrugged— resumed his monotonous pacing. Suddenly, a perplexed frown creased his forehead. He lunged at the bell, and pushed it viciously. After a discreet tap, Jones entered. Send Digby up here immediately, Jones. Do you hear! Hurry, man! Hurry! Tell Digby to come right in. ' Jones said you wanted me, Sir Martin. I thought perhaps you would.” Digby, what did you mean by that telegram? said Sir Martin cajolingly. There ' s surely some mistake. Lady Diana was all right when I left this morning. It couldn’t have been her heart; she ' s always been in perfect health. Come Digby, it’s all a joke isn ' t it? I’ll find out for myself, by jove. I insist on seeing Lady Diana.” No, sir! I wouldn ' t do that, if I were you, sir. You see, Lady Diana isn ' t fixed yet, sir. What 1 mean is, she ' s not very nice to see yet. You see, she was poisoned, sir. It’s—it ' s awful, sir!” Sir Martin ' s face grew deathly pale. His eyes blazed. Slowly the blood ebbed back into his face making it red and mottled. He slumped down into a chair. By gad, Digby,” he said. If it’s the last thing I do, I ' ll find out who poisoned Lady Diana. She was a wonderful horse, and a sure thing for the “sweeps. I ' d certainly have cleaned up with her.”