Weyburn Collegiate Institute - Weycollin Yearbook (Weyburn, Saskatchewan Canada)

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CROSS SECTION The sun comes up and the sun goes down. And Gay Orr sleeps the whole year round. While off in the corner with the pipes banging loud, Senator Warren is addressing a crowd. Up on the platform the tribes all gather. Listening to the declaration of Apache Sather, For was, ' gainst McCusker Duffus, who looks. And then fortifies the desk with Mess Ewart ' s books. Columbus Thomas, who is sailing for doom, Charts Miss Bell as she encircles the room; While Convict Floren who has twenty- four weeks, Is trying his darndest to look mild and meek. Jack is looking for Albert his frog. Which, he claims, he left under a log; And where have his travels suddenly led? Why No-where else but to Gus Fogel ' s head. The stories of grief, the tales of woes. Then laughing Boy Hesby yells Thar she Blows A buzz bomb whizzes past Mr. Rempel ' s nose. And the room now has access to wintry snows. Like a bolt from the blue comes whizzing an arrow. And, hot on it ' s trail is Janitor Barrow. Who ' s pinioned to the wall with a five foot skewer. While following the cry of Wild Goose Latour. While the cat is away, the mice must play. And Mr. Prafke ' s arguing with Genius Biggs today; So while his back is so kindly diverted, Archimedes Flegel ' s getting his lighter converted. Now armed with a blow torch, Flegel proceeds and commences To boil Mr. P ' s H2S04 - what offenses! The fire works are grand - though the dish takes a beating. Now the room has the addition of Central heating. Now around the fire chieftains all gather. Led by Eagle-eye Ewart and Apache Sather; There ' s Goggle-eyes. Gray and Flat- Headed Floren Mohawk McKee and Senator Warren. Around they encircle what ' s left of the desk. Which, you can imagine is a terrible mess; Then suddenly they stop and all steal away. For in walks Mr. Hunter and play ceased for the day. The sun ' s been up and is now going down. Gay is still sleeping the clock right around, Gone are smiles and sorrows, the good times and trouble Gay slumbers alone midst the Twelve A Rubble. A 12A Songstress of ' 49- ' 50. IT AIN ' T CRICKET! There are Two guys and only Two I ' d like to feed some arsenic to. The first is one I ' d like to slam - He copies off me in exams! The second is a dirty skunk - I copy his - and then I flunk! ! Jean Arnett - 49-50 GOD ' S PLANS Man is a thing of no import. His life is as a summer day One hour - One moment - And life has breathed a breath And passed away. If I should die before my task is done Could I say that I have helped along One man - One wanderer - Like myself and cheered his path His weary way along? For God has but a single plan, A plan to fill the universe With love - With peace - And Blazing summer skies, and life, And things of worth. Jean Arnett - 49-50. AUTUMN MOOD Like fishing, forward puppies The leaves delight in play A-tugging at their leashes The first drear autumn day. Nothing can contain them .... They ' re anxious to be off, Tho ' sedate and prudish spruces Wave airy arms and scoff. I ' d be a leafy coquette In costume gay attired. To live my own alloted span And dance away desired; To live, to love, to laugh. Then with the fall of snow. Astride the whirling charger Of the autumn gale I ' d go. Lillian Biggs - 49-50.

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was still puzzling him. Jerry loafed around the shack all day hoping someone would soon come back. He had had nothing to eat all day. The darkness was approaching, with the gnawing hunger, and, as Jerry had never had to go home in the dark by himself before, the thoughts of it terrified him. His father had taken longer than he had anticipated because of the heavy load he was carrying. When he was passing by the trapper ' s shack which was about two hundred yards off the trail, he heard the shrill scream of a boy. Jack was so tired and worried about his son being home alone that he didn ' t want to go over to bring Tom home. He was about to trudge the last mile home when upon the black hill against the fading sunset he saw two silhouettes creeping along with stomachs to the ground. Jack knew they must be the two cougars that had been prowling around his ranch the past few weeks. He lay down on the cold, damp earth so he could get a better view of them and shot. The leader leaped into the air with a blood curdling scream and fell, limp, to the ground. The other leaped over his mate and tore off toward the shack. Jack could hear the boy screaming and bounded after the mad cougar. He shot and missed. Fired again and again. Just before the vicious animal reached the door he let out a howl of pain as he dropped with a loud plump to the ground, wriggling in the pool of his own blood. Jack dashed into the hut. To his surprise and horror he found his own son curled up in a corner shaking with fright. Jack grabbed him up, hugged him, and carried THOUGHTS AT SUNSET Lift your eyes unto the heavens. The sun Is sinking in the west And all this grand and glorious sunset In fleeting moments soon shall pass. And night Shall settle down upon us Blotting out this beauteous scene. Then the dawn once more shall fill us With a rapture and a dream. A dream of life, of love and laughter. Sorrows, joys we all must share. A chance To make our life worth living Is waiting for us if we care. him home. Later they found the trapper had gone for good. Jerry would no longer have his little friend. A few days later. Jack noticed vultures hovering about a spot in the pasture where he kept his young calves. Walking over there he found one dead calf upon the ground with the tracks of the cougar he had shot on that terrifying night three days ago. Jack, being very observant, knew they were the same ones because one of them had a toe nail missing on his left front foot where he had probably got it caught in a trap d uring the early part of his life. A few yards further. Jack saw a trail that looked as if a smaller calf had been dragged away. He followed it and found it led to a dark dreary cave. As he was a- bout to turn away he heard the faint meow of a kitten. Turing around he went into the cave to investigate and before his feet one little cougar was attempting to stand on wobbly legs. Around him lay the dead bodies of his brothers and sisters. They had starved, to death when only twenty feet in front of the door was the calf stuck between two rocks. Jack Newfield picked up the soft, black, whimpering ball of fur to take him home. Jerry nursed him back to health and began training him. Soon, becoming a very good companion, the cougar followed Jerry wherever he went. To Jack he was the constant reminder of the two parent cougars he had killed to save his own boy ' s life, when they were trying to find food for their young. PAST THE SURGEON The sweat stood out upon his brow. His clenched hand gently trembled. The gastly palour of his skin. . .. The tint of death resembled. The knife was now within his grasp. He lowered it gently to the skin; He cut one long and bloody gash. Revealing all that was within. Determined still, he carried out The instructions as directed. At last ' twas done, the job complete. His earthworm lay dissected. POETRY Fflon The WEYCOLLIN ' S R. Bruce Mitchell - ' 48- ' 49 Lillian Biggs - ' 48- ' 49

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Memorable Events ■Lucy O. Morgan - I remember winning in a three-legged race one field day. My partner was Sadie MacGillivray, We stumbled and fell when half-way to the goal, and I would have given up - if Sadie hadn ' t kept us going. I remember this as being typical- ■Roy Borrowman - I do not recall any outstanding memorable incidents but some things do hang |on in my mind. I remember the visit of Bliss Carman the poet. I remember my •first French teacher, Mrs. McNaughten, because she spoke French with a de- cided Scotch accent. I r Tiber Mr. Williams, then principal, and the car he ■drove, for two reasons - it was the only car at the collegiate, and it was bright yellow. ■Ruby Breckenridge - We were able to purchase new sports outfits - black trunks, instead of gym bloomers - ■ Red Letter Day. ;Mrs. Barnay Johnsrude (Violet Marie Surring) - The usual commotion prevailed between class periods. I reached over and yanked the braids ■ of the girl who sat across the aisle. She let out a scream that reverberated far out into the hall. Out of nowhere, and as stealthily as an animal stalking its prey, the principal entered the ■ room, demanding to know who had let out such an ungodly scream. There was a complete ■ silence, but under pressure, the girl admitted she was the one. Then came the direct agoniz¬ ing question, Who made you scream? A deadly silence followed. Then in a co calculating voice, I heard these words. iponsible is a LIAR and arrow had found its mark... I burst into tears and said I was the guilty ' Come into school, he comi the day of doom had arrived. But in the there to say. office what fession of guilt had been made, the crime had been solved, the punishment meted out. the c: was dismissed.