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

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BOOK Pap:e sixty-seven ipmp auii i rljnnl AasDriattmt The Home and School Association recently completed its second year. This season, 1934-35, has witnessed some definite growth under the president, Mrs. R. S. Bevan, and her able executive and the kindly support and co-operation of the Principal and members of his staff. It is our aim to be of such service as will enable the students to feel that their interests and welfare are our concern. This, I think, was demonstrated in some measure by many calls made and flowers sent to sick ones, and the fact that we were successful in having a stove put in the girls’ room, through the kindness of the School Board, which not only permits the Association to hold social events, but also provides added comfort for those who may have to stay at school through the lunch time. A very successful membership tea was held in the school in October under the convenorship of Mrs. M. Cassidy and Mrs. C. P. McGuffin. The proceeds from a luncheon in February enabled us to purchase some kitchen equipment which was pressed into service for the first time on “Fathers’ Night” held in March. This was most encouraging, both because so many of our talented students provided the excellent programme, and also by the presence of several fathers, one of whom, Mr. Frank Freeze, made a splendid chairman. We hope the idea will grow, that next year will see many more fathers present and showing interest in the movement. Our final contribution for the year was a donation of $15.00 to provide some addition to the School Library, taking the form of an eight-volume work on “Navigations, Voyages, etc., of the English Nation.” During the year many able speakers addressed us, including a member of the staff. Several fine artists added joy to our meetings. These meetings are held the first Wednesday of each month at 3:30 p.m. A cordial welcome awaits you, if you are interested in the pupils of Western Canada High School. Floreat Vires Intelligent Virtusque (With Apologies) Breathes there the lad or lass “trop fou”, Who ne’er unto themselves are true, And for “cerebral crinkles” sigh! Whose ears have ne’er about them burn’d, As homeward weary steps have turn’d, From “comments” heard in “Western High”! If such there be go mark them well; For them no “ergs” of work will tell; “Dynamic” though their “line” may be, “Poundals” of style that all may see:— “Nature abhors a vacuum still,” And longs their simple minds to fill, Pedagogically they are not “it”, Alive, they’re but “an atom split”, Mere “permutit”—“mispickel” they, “Deliquescent” and “efflorescent”?—Nay! -E. T. H.

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Page sixty-six YEAR 2Caj.tj.ta Ciantma CSIUtb For the past six years this club has been a link between all the high schools. The members are chosen annually and supper meetings are held every Tuesday at the Y.W.C.A. This year there have been twenty active members under the leadership of Miss Florence Stacey and Miss Barbara Claxton. Dis¬ cussion on books, current events and topics of interest to girls, and talks by a local speaker on Astronomy, Peace and War, The Youth Movement and other subjects, formed the programme. The club purpose is: “We, the girls of the Calgary Kappa Gamma Club, in the presence of God and each other, do pledge ourselves to help one another in the keeping of this covenant—to create, maintain and extend throughout the school and com¬ munity, high standards of Christian character, and to stand together on and for the platform of clean speech, clean sports, clean scholarship and clean living.” The members from Western Canada have been: 1929- 30—Helen Ford and Blanche McMurchy. 1930- 31—Helen Bayne and Pat Gibson. 1931- 32—Dorothy Peacock and Madeline Austin. 1932- 33—Helen Webb and Betty Black. 1933- 34—Marion Egleston and Madge Cardell. 1934- 35—Marion Egleston, Madge Cardell, Dorothy Crockett and Marg. Hayden. (Santnta ptt The organization of the Gamma Phi may be traced back to the year 1914. This club is composed of senior students representing the various high schools usually three or four from each school. Mr. Frank Hall, Boys’ Work Secretary, and Leslie Matheson of the Riverside Y are the leaders of this club. Meetings are held once a week in which various topics are discussed and analysed. The club is studying the “Youth Movements” to foresee what part youth plays and takes in the world today. A study of Vocational Guidance is also being carried on. A monthly paper known as the “Hi-Y Bulletin” is now being issued to the various Hi-Y organizations, containing news of the various clubs, etc. The Western Canada representatives of this club for the past three years have been: 1932- 33—Lloyd Hutton, John Davidson (secretary), Frank Johnson. 1933- 34—Bob Taylor, Dick Stapells, Leslie Matheson, Roland Richardson. 1934- 35—Conrad Mackey, Bill Pentland, Bob Church (vice- president), Les Matheson (mentor), Jim Macqueen (treasurer), Harlow Sutherland. The motto of this club sums up its purpose: “To create, maintain, and extend throughout the school and community, high standards of Christian character.”

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Page sixty-eight YEAR iEntrhrlmnrft Serbstein Penitentiary, Slovania, August 14th, 1934. Chief of Police, Gambettili, Slovania. Dear Sir: I am now an old man and I feel it my duty to inform you of an infamous crime, committed many years ago in my youth. I do not wish you to think that it was my crime, but it was one of my knowledge. King Alfonso of this country, having passed away, the rule of the state of Slovania now fell into the hands of King Gustav, the Amiable Soldier. As you perhaps have heard, although you yourself would probably be but a child, he did not in any way resemble the strong-willed father whom he succeeded: his hand was of putty, not of iron. His people loved his frank truthfulness and amicability, but few realized his weakness. At the time of his accession the country was peaceful, although there was, of course, the ever-present under¬ current of revolt among the Socialists. And so, a few weeks after the coronation, a company of Socialists met in the gloomy cellar of a second-class hotel in the capital city. The leader of the gang was speaking, urging his men to revolt. “Who wants a king?” he scorned in his smooth-tongued contemptuous way, and there was a murmur of assent from the dim figures standing in the shadow of the walls. I was one of those men. “It’s equality we want!” he continued forcibly. “You were born equal to this Gustav. I was born equal to this Gustav. Why should we be subordinated to the will of another man?” So it went for half an hour and then the plot was unfolded. “You, Slenski, will be on the south side of the Citadel Gambetti with two others. You, Ballio, will be on the north side. I will stand in the Crowd about twenty-five metres farther on, and on the north side.” Slenski remonstrated, “I do not want to spend the rest of my days in prison or have my neck snapped by the cruel devices of the state.” “Ha! Coward!” said the leader reproachfully. “You do not stand for your beliefs. You are afraid to die for the cause!” Slenski was silenced. The king’s gleaming carriage rolled smoothly along the street between the crowds of people that lined either side; his fine greys stepped high. They approached the Citadel Gambetti. The king sat, smiling upon the shouting throngs, his hat lifted. Twenty-five metres from the Citadel a hand rose for the first time, waving a wine-colored kerchief, green-striped, and beside it was seen at the same time, a hand with a dark green cap. Quick shots snapped forth; the king fell back, his minister beside him. There was a terrible panic. Some in the crowd ran to halt the alarmed horses that plunged through the mob, terror-stricken, injuring many; some ran to find safety; some screamed; some moaned; some wept; and all milled about senselessly. When the extent of the tragedy came to light, it was found that besides the kine and his minister, one Svend I ange, known to many as a good citizen, had received a fatal shot as he ran, apparently toward the king. There was a huge, beautiful funeral and thousands paid tribute to the victims of the crime. No arrests could be made; no one could be suspected of the murder. It was all, seemingly, an unsolvable mystery. And now, because I am an old man, paying the penalty for my misdeeds, never to be free again, and because my friends and companions have passed on before me, I tell you of this atrocity. Slenski is dead, and Ballio—they died peacefully—and so are their associates. The power behind the deed, thfe leader of the Socialist company, was Svend Lange. Yours truly, DABEL GONA. —DOROTHY McCAIG (Class 3).