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

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BOOK Page 65 WE NEED A GYMNASIUM By Jack Simmons (4) Whenever a pupil or a member of the faculty raises this war cry, someone immediately retaliates with You have a gymnasium.” And if the little box-car room with a basket fixed at each end is their idea of a gymnasium, then I suppose they are right. But that is not our idea of a gymnasium. The room is so small that even basketball practices cannot be held there. All our teams are forced to spend club money to rent halls in which to practise. No team can afford to do this. This money should be spent for uniforms and balls, but as a result of our handicap our teams are unable to build up any financial reserve. It is an established fact, that no matter in what sport you are taking part, you must train, and train hard, to be a success in that sport. Training quarters are out of the question when we have no gymnasium. Don ' t get the idea that we are trying to excuse ourselves—we are not—for not capturing all school trophies; but assuredly we would do better if we had a gymnasium in which to train. Aside from the sport issue is the fact that every school ought to have a suitable place in which to hold meetings, debates, lits., and all the other functions of school society. As this is denied us we are forced to attend the society functions of other schools, and consequently our school spirit is dampened. Is this the way for a proud school to feel and to be treated? Certainly not! We want a gymnasium! Mr. Stanley (finding Mac Jones helping himself to some foolscap)— Mac, I am surprised!” Mac Jones—“So am I, sir. I thought you were at a teachers ' meeting. Mr. Gislason—“What would you consider a good definition of a hypocrite?” Mr. Collier—“A person who comes into Latin class with a smile on his face. » Mr. Johnson— Late again! Have you ever done anything on time?” Milligan— Sure! I bought a car.” Mr. Fountain— Just what is the height of your ambition?” Harv. Perkins— Oh. she’s a little over five feet.”

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TO “WESTERN” By Basil Godfrey (3) This June we leave forever Your high, wide marble halls, Your light and airy class-rooms With their drab, black-boarded walls; Their windows out of which we oft Have gazed with many a sigh, But now we shall no longer gaze For now—we say good-bye. Who shall say which ones shall win In the onward-coming strife, Which ones shall come unsullied through— Which fall—on the stage of life;” For some have starred at sports and things. And some at studies, too. Sometimes we wonder which was best Now it ' s time to say adieu. Many ' s the night we’ve cursed at you For the homework you present. Black, vicious words against you— Words that we now repent; Thoughts that we regret now; I think it is because We feel a little different now That we must cry “adios. They said, Your school days are your best.” We said it was not true. We wasted days—the days joy-blest— A waste we now must rue. Those happy childhood hours flow’d Fast by us, like a song Of joy, but they’ll flow different When, to you, we’ve said so-long.” Some day, perhaps, we will return To see our class room scenes— Scenes which, to leave, we used to yearn. For places in our dreams. Some day we ' ll pay a visit back; Remember, I sternly swore ’Twas not a true good-bye, Old School, ’Twas just an ‘Au Revoir.’ ”

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Page 66 YEAR Charlie Mawer— Pardon me, Mr. Rhodes, last night Marg. accepted my proposal. I called this morning to ask if there is any insanity in your family. Mr. Rhodes (rising)— There must be. (Exit Mawer) I guess I have lost another pupil, said the Professor as his glass eye rolled down the kitchen sink Langley— I thought you had a date with Margaret tonight. Mac. Jones— I did, but when I saw her leave the house with someone else just as I was arriving, I got so disgusted that I called it off. Clay (bashfully)— I s-say Madge, would a kiss be out of place? Madge— Well, it shouldn ' t be, if you Have any sense of direction.