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

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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.

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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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Who ' s the new girl with three legs? ! This is more fun than stamps lousy camera. cal - you! Don ' t yell at me!