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

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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.

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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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BOOK Page 67 JOKES —Continued Mrs. Robertson— How many times have I told you to get to this period on time.” Peggy MacDonald— I ' ll bite. I thought you were keeping score. » Information, What?—The night was dark. The lights of the tourist s car would not reach the top of the signpost, and the tourist was undoubedly lost. Spurred by necessity, he climbed the post, struck a match. The sign read, Wet Paint. Have you seen A1 lately? A1 what?” Alcohol. Kerosene him yesterday. Hasn ' t benzine since. Gasolined against a fence and took a naptha. ♦ ■» Jack Blight— You went down to the sea, and it recognized you? How do you figure that? Alan Spence— Well, it waved to me. Mr. Flick— Hodsmythe, define a bolt and a nut and explain the difference, if any. Hodsmythe— A bolt is a thing like a stick of hard metal such as iron with a square bunch on one end and a lot of scratching wound around the other end. A nut is similar to a bolt only just the opposite, being a hole in a little chunk of iron sawed off short with wrinkles around the inside of the hole.” Dan Osborne— I think the driver in that car ahead must be Miss McCracken, a teacher I had when I was in school.” Allen Stewart— What makes you think that? iJan— Well, she was just as stubborn about letting me pass.” ♦ » Mr. Stevenson— There ' s a pupil in this class who ' s making a fool of himself. When he’s through I ' ll commence.” A Drunk (after bumping into the same pole for the fifth time)— Losht, losht in an impenetrable forest. Cameron Smith— What makes your face so red? Ruth Murray— Cause. Smith— Cause what? Ruth— Cosmetics. ,