Wolfe Junior High School - Yearbook (Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada)

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13 Year Book— 1929-1930 Thirty-one commoners then remained, All destined some day to be famed. Some as doctors, others, preachers; Some—oh horrors !—Latin teachers. Some may be lawyers, others plumbers, Some will form combines (there’s safety in numbers), All will be known, for with brains they’re quite gifted, How many do you know, of those below listed ? Norgrove, Palmer, Crawford and Gold, Campbell, Dunderdale, Errett, Myrold. Brickmans (two of them), Kyle and Scott, Wilson, Wheeler, Lowe and Pimlott. Feveryear, Dewar, Young and Dorothy, Sheldrudes (another pair), Neil and Yardy, Cottam, McFeteridge, Davies and Fraser, Wright, Kirkpatrick, and after her Gaynor. Others who embarked on this perilous voyage are now no longer with us, for our provisions consisted mainly of hard, dry Latin, which even copious draughts of English failed to render fit food for their dainty palates, and so, though our hearts bled, we were forced to maroon them on that desert isle, Room 9. And we, the hardy ones, left on board have little cause for complaint. We have become accustomed to the rigorous life, and have learned to emerge both from blustering little squalls and mighty tempests, which terrify the hearts of even the bravest of the brave, yet the weather has been on the whole very agreeable. A near shipwreck occurred when the good ship struck the reef “Exams,” about which fantastic tales had been circulated by the instructors on board, but these same pessimists so over-awed the crew by their fables of failure, everlasting sups., etc., that the impending crash was averted and the crew was awarded a cup for its services in saving the vessel. But the rough weather was not yet all over, and late in January the barometer began to fall. How dark those days were! The sky was over¬ cast and the breakers roared madly around us! But the heroic pilot urged the crew on to tightening all loose nuts and screws, and wheh the hurricane did arrive in the shape of a Latin Reader, instigated by R. A. A. Beresford, M.A., of Cambridge, and blown along by Blackie Sons, Limited, of Lon¬ don and Glasgow, all were prepared, and the accumulation of gigantic winds was successfully encountered. Homeward bound the vessel touched at London to enable the crew to participate in a vocal encounter among rival crews. All on board were justly proud of Herbert Easton, who, although wounded, stuck to his post to the end. and nobly upheld the honor of the ship. Although some members of the crew have proved to be bad sailors, and invariably fall ill the day before exams, yet 9A can laud itself on having a fine crew, one. we, hope, which will reach port safely on the scheduled day, June 30th, 1930. —Jim Wilson.

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12 General Wolfe Junior High School ROOM 8 President, Keith Davison; Secretary, Roberta Smith LOG OF 9A Master: “Boatswain!” Boatswain: “Here, master; what cheer?” Master: “Good, speak to th’ mariners; fall to ’t, yarely, or we run ourselves aground ; bestir, bestir!” The wind sighed dismally, the rain drizzled down, lightning flashed, thunder rumbled against a background of Manitoba Mud as the good ship 9A was finally launched on the Sea of Learning, aided by the tugs Latin, Science, Spelling, and Mathematics. A momentous event, for some, good sailors, a long-looked-for event; for others, subject to sea-sickness, a dread¬ ed day of wrath and reckoning. Herculean attempts were made to fit her out. Witness Mr. Longley’s efforts to have the deck chairs repainted and varnished. At last, after tremendous heavings and shoutings, she pushed- ofif with forty-odd souls on board. The vessel was in charge of the following officers: Keith Davison, Captain; Audrey Lewis, Chief Officer; Marion Baumbach. Purser; Roberta Smith, Wireless Operator; Gwen Sigmundson, Stewardess; Syd Bellingham, Deck Steward; a goodly staff, constantly quelling mutinous murmurs, chastising the wicked, promoting the good, ordering, directing counselling. Notables on board were: The “Late” Mr. Easton, Absent Olmar; Otto Huggenberger, who actually understands French; Professor” Newman (Just a theory) ; Joe Leighton, our athlete (you oughta see him run up a column of figures) ; and Sam Brickman, who is well on the way to part ownership of Catalina Islands.

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14 General Wolfe Junior High School ROOM 9 President, John Ross; Secretary, Dorothy F-rederickson. YELL One, two, three, who are we? We are Room 9, can’t you see? We play fair, we play square, 9C, PC, everywhere. OUR HIKE One fine day last October, Room 9 set out to explore parts unknown. Amid song and laughter our cars carried us to the end of the car line; and alighting from them we started to hike. And did we hike? Oh! We fol¬ lowed a twisting, turning, ever-narrowing path into the wilderness. On and on we bravely marched. At last, footsore but cheery, we arrived at our destination, Colonel Thompson’s house. We found a hollow on the river bank and started to look for fuel. (The girls did all the looking, the boys were still coming.) After a roaring fire had been made, we toasted weiners and rolls, and ate them with a relish. When these at last gave out, we were supplied with marshmallows. We sat around the cheerful fire and had a sing song (in which Mr. Harper’s deep bass voice vibrated through the air). The sun at last disappeared over the horizon after giving us a glorious sunset. The night set in with a velvety sky, sprinkled with diamond-like stars. We put out our fire and commenced to hike back, after Mr. Harper had called us together. When the pump was reached there was a stampede in which everyone washed more than their dusty throats. Arriving eventually at the car line we bade Mr. Harper a fond good night and departed with lagging feet and singing hearts for our respective homes.