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THE UNIVERSITY OF BRITISH COLUMBIA LIBRARY m ^HBBH^ ANNUAL 3939=1193© 1PROVDNOIAL N01RMAL §QHI©®L ■Bl _ © *■ If Professional Training has not been just to your liking If you have taken it just for the sake of experience If you have taken it just as a precaution If the overcrowded condition of the profession has prevented you from securing a position If the positions offered are not in districts where you would care to live If for these or any other reasons you have decided not to teach LET US SUGGEST That a Good Course in one of the PROTT HAW CHOOLS of Commerce, Wireless Telegraphy and—> Aviation Might be Just What You are Looking For. NINE SCHOOLS IN B.C. FIVE IN VANCOUVER R. J. SPROTT, B.A., President 336 HASTINGS STREET WEST, VANCOUVER * AN INVITATION The British Columbia Teachers' Federation extends its congratulations to the 1930 graduates of the Vancouver Normal School, and cordially invites each one to become a member of the TEACHERS' PROVINCIAL ORGANIZATION All who make application while at the School will be enrolled immediately as Student Members w'thout payment of any fee and will be transferred to full membership upon commencing active teaching, and upon the payment of one-half the regular Federation fees. c^? Further information may be obtained from HARRY CHARLESWORTH General Secretary 614-616 Credit Foncier Building Vancouver, B.C OUR ADVERTISERS have done much to make this Annual possible We owe them our support SCHOOL STATIONERY and EQUIPMENT DRAWING MODELS MAPS AND GLOBES DESKS. TABLES, CHAIRS, LOCKERS HYLOPLATE, ASBESTOSLATE FRAMED BLACKBOARDS PAPER TOWELS BLACKBOARD EXERCISE BOOKS FOOLSCAP CHALKS AND CRAYONS INKS AND PASTES PENCILS AND PENHOLDERS PENCIL SHARPENERS MACLEANS "BEST-EVER" PENS, PENCILS, PENHOLDERS, COMPENDIUMS, PADS and BLANKS CHAPMAN'S LOOSE LEAF RING BOOKS. FILLERS: ALL RULINGS, ALL SIZES EDISON-DICK MIMEOGRAPH IIIP MODELS TO CHOOSE FROM SPEEDY AND ECONOMICAL ^m ENDURANCE SCHOOL DESKS SILENT, SANITARY, SERVICEABLE Healthy, Comfortable, Beauti Strong, Economical in Space. Kindergarten Materials The CLARKE & STUART CO. LIMITED 550 Seymour Street Vancouver, B.C Primary Supplies 1 Y^l cX iS □ \Qj 0|/0 O Editorial W E ARE s : of c what should be perhaps the most im- ives. By electing to spend it within ; defini with ; be profession, a profession whose importance is only beginn widely realized. It is natural, possibly even beneficial, that each profession should tend to consider itself the particular one that matters. When we consider that the whole rising generation, on which the future of the world depends, passes through our hands and comes under our influence to a marked degree at a most plastic period, we may be pardoned for having a large idea of our importance as an organ in the body of civilized life. If. however, we realize our influence, we must also not forget the resultant responsibilities. It is sobering and stimulating for a parent to understand that, in the child's earliest years at least, he or she represents the ideal of human excellence to that child. The teacher fills a similar role in later years, and. as with the parent, active realizat'on of this may result in the greatest benefit to both sides. How ;s this influence to be exerted? Every profession has its tradition, and whom does tradition say are the great teachers—not necessarily educationists—and for what are they remembered? One immed-'ately thinks of men like Arnold of Rugby and Jowett of Balliol. These are remembered because they first made men, and then scholars. The greatest lessons they taught were not from the text-book. What above the ri can be done?" Nc the impossibility at raises such teachers so far usive spark, which no breath we to say, "Kismet! Nothing i but ourselves and to admit 5 to admit the futility of thing. Ot heights if i his subject. t word. This individual regard for Mr. Robinso mpossible thought!) he w In presenting this Annual we are glad to acknowledge the invaluable assistance of Mr. Robinson and Mr. Ewing in connection with the literary side, of Mr. Weston in connection with the art, and of the secretary, Mrs. Doidge, in connection with the thousand and one little details that kept cropping up. The absence of Mr. Macintosh, the adviser of previous years, was keenly felt. iber of students, both on and off the Annual of their time and talents, we tender our thanks. THE EDITOR. To the large Board, who have g m £k B Annual 3oaido Proviwial Ilorfifi Soibol Diii£>-3Q & B HI The Principal's Message STUDENTS OF 1929-30 AS THE close of the session approaches it may perhaps be appropriate that each of you should look back on your past year and ask yourself the question, "What has my year at Normal School meant to me?" We hope that you are tak:ng away with you something more than a wider knowledge of the various subjects of the Course of Study and some idea of the best methods of presenting these subjects in the classroom. We hope that your outlook on the teaching profession has been broadened, that your enthusiasm and interest in the profession have been materially deepened, that there has been developed in you a keen sense of your responsibility together with a sense of duty It has been a source of great satisfaction to members of the staff to watch a very decided change of attitude majority of the students—the enthusiastic and co-operativ in the daily tasks and the degree of excellence exhibited in work done. We regret that there are still a few students who have not yet found themselves in their worjk, who have shown a marked proficiency in following the path of least resistance and in making excuses for work of a very mediocre character. On these few we wish to impress the absolute necessity of a very decided change in attitude towards work. Ability undoubtedly counts for much, but keen sense of responsibility and a desire to reach the highest standard of efficiency are essentials to work in the great of life's mdeav We should like to impress upc >n you all the ; importance of giving vour best attention to detail. Remc :mber that the long race is made up of many steps, that life is the suit i total of a m; ass of detail. Look after the details of your profession and the larger items will look after our chosen profession. Keep ever in teaching consists in obtaining Immediate results—those which may be estimated by exam over-emphasized. Remote do not show to their i or achievement tests—are too often of your management and teaching during the school life of the pupils have attained success who has not properly ted his pupils c the zenship. Strive to make your management and teaching such as will develop in your pupils the best that is in their nature. Much has been said of the teacher's part in the-development of character in pupils. Keep in mind this simple thought—the habit of doing what one thinks is right is the essence of character-building. Develop this one habit in your pupils and you will continue to live in their lives. "The teacher lives forever. On and on Through all the generations he shall preach The beautiful evangel;—on and on 'Till our poor race has passed the tortuous years That lie fore-reaching the millennium, And far into that broad and open sea He shall sail, singing still the songs he taught To the world's youth, and shall sing them o'er and o'er To lapping waters, 'till the thousand leagues Are overpast,—and argosy and crew Ride a s** The Faculty "A company of wise c IN VENTURING to record our impressions of the Faculty, we, the students of P. N. S., do not wish it to be thought that we are attempting anything in the way of "reprisals." The staff have, always with the kindliest intentions, often expressed their opinions of us, it is hoped to our advantage. In return we dare to let the thought cross our minds that our views of them may be of some interest, and, while we lack the assurance to say they may be helpful, our aim is to express ourselves entirely in the friendly spirit that is actually felt towards those whose guidance has meant so much to us. We it it will be realized that the i: m the portraits are entirely due to the < ng sitters. ?s"—The Hetropadesa. MR. MacINTOSH "From me. young tr. To Mr. Macintosh, t Christmas was a shock to esteemed Mr. Macintosh an MR. MacLEAN "Over, swing, 1.—2." know that the MacLean Method is going to n I done for Mr. MacLean. MR. ROBINSON, Principal MR. MARTIN "He called I 1 I the ■ of day."—Moses be If it were not fi Osburne says. Howi ike Mr ! By way of cc . Martin to ski ould forgive Mr. Ma e enjoyed have done around the world. MR. ANSTEY MR. WESTON aids and the problem- y of Mr. Ewing, ''Here he i world's supply of cash v. s of them—especially MR. HALL —Aldcich. "He cannot flatter. An honest fellow. We cannot help feeling for Mr. Weston addet who know although we all know that our Okanagan are many and withii must speak truth."—Jam enjoyed Mr. Hall's only s deserved a higher mark, listic viewpoint. 3 like. We hope the v MISS CONEY i the chords they passed along."—Campbell. MR. WALLACE but it is certainly not Mr. MR. FROST Although we have not From her we learnt to subdue the demon Taa and the lesser imps Taa-a n be said about Miss Coney without diverging one bit from the paths of truth, e cannot all enter freely into the mysteries of the modulator, but even the front w can appreciate Miss Coney's untiring sincerity and high ideals. MR. PINK Full of life and good humour. Miss Jones makes T. B. and measles Although some of her games are murderous we have managed to survive ie soon to try them out without the danger of an adverse crit in teaching MISS BOLLERT —Wordswortl A great help in time of trouble—that is, when we have to teach Grade I. But even Miss Bollert caused us nightmares sometimes. We enjoyed her handwork periods but the less said about the seatwork book the better. class, and hope that her inspiration may enable us to compensate many classes for that MISS MAYNARD "Her voice Gentle, a Miss Maynard was has learned something . may have done for her we feel have not in the MRS. DOIDGE The world's chamj We under: provide some lucky 8 IMPRESSIONS -A.K.E GONE BUT NOT FOKGOTTEN »^ssr Class II. ELVA ASHLEY. EUDA AVERY. VIOLET BAIN. HAZEL BARNES. ETHEL BEAMISH. Ethel is another happy New Westminster girl room since Christmas. She is a faithful helper, a guitar for diversion. KAY BEAMISH. And here's to Kay Beamish, An Irish colleen, A girl who writes stories, And plays hockey keen. LYLA BOWELL. Dutch dance at Class Us Lit. Lyla sings in the chc K. BREWER. MARJORIE BROWN. VIOLET BRUIN. all an example of hard v MARY BRYANT. ; v, .."..' ..'"i,1;.,'"' GRETA BRYER. tball? Ye cs! (Sh! s? Yes. t ! Dance? wo. "Gee, And how! No. no!) A ENID BULMER. lH S| DOROTHY BURNETT. Favorite saying: "Poop-poop-a-doop." ss^i^'she sim ly do eTcenent^chool'-ma'rm. "Sot ^ambition is^o be" adCgolr pro- PATRICIA BYRNES. In all Class II there is nc Pat's "home town" is Whonnock. where through al lectures. is September. VELMA CAMPBELL. ( will Ion be remem bered for her ' ii-'v; ^i:4^^444;', a. GWEN CARMICHAEL. Popular, likeable, pepj «bf| §^'•^^^^^^55^ dy. iff liftoff Telling Grace GRACE CARPENTER. akes Grace an asset t , any lccture. ClaSS II. (Continued) HAZEL CARTER. ANNIE CARTLIDGE. KAY CATHER. EVAH CHASE. Kay Cathe'r? ROSALIND DAVIS. SYLVIA CHESTER. MURIEL DIXON. Where from? ( MAY FAIRFOULL. Our petite black-ha selfishly for the good of INEZ FAWCETT. " She has curly ha She's always rea To play her fide To work, in fa. MABEL FERGUSON. Mable is Ladner's rose-colored glasses and HARRIET^ FOSS. ^ ClaSS II. (Continued) MR. ANSTEY ONE of our regrets in leaving Normal is the going of separai of teachers and pupils who have been together for nearly a year. We shall miss Mr. Anstey and we hope that he will so: think of us. When we are in the "thick of things" next year, we shall sturdy figure who encouraged us to do our best, advised us ys culties we met from day to day, took an interest in each one of us all our doings, and cheered us with his splendid optimism. We shall remember, too, some interesting stories and the engagin; nkle which told us he was not to be taken too seriously. Among all, gone and going through these halls who wish hin I, there will be none more sincere than Class II, 1930. ^ r* * Class III, HILDA COPELAND. A basketball star We all think st We know she'll HELEN GERHART. —Mr. Anstey. GLADYS HOUGHTON-BROWN. And O! that voice! In singing Gladys Is Class Three's choice. EFFIE INGLIS. MIRIAM GOLDBERG. DORIS JACKSON. GRACE JAMIESON. DOROTHY GRAHAM. She's cute and she She's snappy and • MARGARET JAMIESON. EVELYN JENNINGS. JEAN HALL. One of the best is Jea Without a doubt. When your up to you She'll help you out. WINNIFRED HALL. Class Three's nightin; i England doth r JOY HAZLEWOOD. MARJORY HILL. A quiet zealot Of Class Thrc BERNICE HOUGH. nbers of Class Thr« e=- & £h #WP Weston. r. ass pi| JfSV ' n-^vveston- ir^m ^ ©t©sfafe If i Glass III 1929-30 ™B*«!!BF z^m ClaSS III. (Continued) KATHLEEN KEEN. KATHLEEN MAUDE. We thought at first that she was s And tried to find the reason why: We found out that it was our erro For speech to Kathleen hath no te MARION KIRK. CONNIE KENT. NORA LACKALA. LAURA LANSDOWNE. JOSEPHINE METCALFE. O: Jo is one of the r She comes from Gib In good old Class T. She's a student of hi EVELYN MITCHELL. MARGARET MOSSEY. MARY LITTLE. Thrc :er leader. "Per Whe rofc; and Yea! Yip! Zip! Whc id Hey! She's ys su: re to W1I i the day; ANNIE LIVINGSTONE. HAZEL LONDON. RUTH McDONALD. HELEN MATTHEWS. ClaSS III. (Continued) TO MR. WESTON We've got the teacher that the Normal School adores. We've got the teacher that the Normal School adores. Who does the things that are just right? And helps us out with all his might? Weston of the old Class 3. If we could choose we'd choose the teacher that we've j For he's the one that Normal students like a lot. He's got the go, he's got the get. And who's the one that's got the pep? Weston of the old Class 3. So here's to Weston, prince of all the Normal School. So here's to Weston, prince of all the Normal School. DEDICATED TO MISS MAYNARD A gum-chewing girl And a cud-chewing cow Are something alike t different somehow Oh! -I kn. The thoughtful look on the face of the i WHO WAS SHOT? A duel with pistols was once fought by Andy Shott and Thomas Nott. Nott was shot, and Shott was not. In this case therefore, it was better to be Shott than Nott. There was a rumor that Nott was not shot, but Shott avows that he shot Nott, which proves that either the shot Shott shot at Nott was not shot, or that Nott was shot. Either the shot Shott shot, shot Nott, or possibly the shot Shott shot shot Shott himself, which would mean that Shott would be shot and Nott would not be shot. It is believed, however, that the shot Shott shot shot not Shott, but it seems difficult to tell who was shot CLASS III—CAN YOU VISUALIZE— Joy Hazlewood walking quietly in the halls? Annie Livingstone laughing out loud in school? Mrs. Perry telling a Scotch joke? Mary Little singing "Sweet Genevieve?" Evelyn Jennings beating 9-8 time? Miriam Goldberg teaching arithmetic by hand sign; Ruth McDonald being anything but happy? Mamie Gray eating "dynamite"? TEN COMMANDMENTS FOR THE NORMAL TEACHERS 1. Thou shalt rarely give thy pupils homework. 2. Thou shalt not doubt thy pupil's word (often it has required considerable thought). Thoi s.) t gaze at thy pupils with darkened brow t spring unpleasant" surprises (in the forn halt not talk about one class to another. 6. Thou shalt ignore any disturbance in the class room. 7. Thou shalt not be sarcastic. 8. Thou shalt let thy pupils stroll in at any hour of the day which pleaseth them and question them not. 9. Thou shalt remember that the school closeth at 2:30 (and the pupils may be anxious to be elsewhere). 10. Thou shalt not have any unfriendly feeling toward any of the pupils (even me.) mmm MARGARET McKAY. EVELYN McKENZIE. GWEN M. :LAREN. began i and h elp E\ er faithful to :ver lacking a pleasai Th; its (h yen NAOMI tl lacMILLAN. O. Naomi MacM illan's Class IV. should— ood— 11 bright wa hidden deep jt i SARAH McWHINNIE. DELIA POIRIER. Our happy Delia of Class Four! Always cheery and full of fun. DOROTHY P WINNIE RAE. f «&wft#] Sffl "T ^££ ClaSS IV. (Continued) GLADYS ROYCE. Gladys is a de BETTY TURNBULL. A Goddess of tl HILDA RUSSELL. AUDREY TURRELL. Who has big brown eyes? Who is STELLA SIMMONITE. EVELYN SMEDLEY. Evelyn hails from JO VARSEVELD. VIOLET VICK. LILY SOLOMON. MARION VIGNER. GLORIA STEPHENSON. DOROTHY VYSE. DOT TAMBOLINE. Who can do her IVY WALKER. ANNIE TUCK. e cheers for our athleti EVELYN WEIR. Ev is one of o MARION TULLOCH. EDNA WEST. wonder how Edna can a Class IV. (Continued) MARJORIE WHEELER. after as I flow SYBIL WILKIE. To join the Marj devotes her surplus energy tc "ZZZnZd helping the school choir • wonderful crits are the result. To see her conscience at our neglect. Nevertheless Sybil e of the stars of the e$d Class V. DUDLEY FITZPATRICK. OSCAR BURRITT. heart "thinks ts"tongue "speaks^-M ■ bell. uch A ,do Aboi '""Nothing^ 1 The brains and brawn of our Bask( :tball Te am. REGINALD BURROWS. "I am nothing if pi l."^-Shakespeare. Reggie, ofttimes yclept Cannot iball. Reg co: >xes sweet music JACK CHAPPELL. "Graceful, delicate songs flitt Sainte-Beuve. ■h morn ing from his lit Track-meet star and the mains iYte?^ the Basl : Tho' 'utsuaUyeh-TppyJa.' RICHARD CLARE. GORDON CLARK. Gordie mooches from the moors of Port Moody. JAMES COOP. n the sloughs of South PERRY DICKENSON. MORLEY GILLANDER. FRED HARDY. n Harrison Hot-Sprir JACK HORBURY. uch but he < WILLIAM IRVINE. "His tott'ring. trembling limbs advance Bill commutes from South Burnaby. Quoth Bill Maybe I'm tall, maybe I'm thin. But I'm a darn good guy . For the shape I'm in. ALAN KIRKBY. "Where eloquence flows like drippings of sweet , Tony Kokoros wrote his personal, but it was cens great friends. However, Al is the champion orator Chilliwack. ANTONIO KOKOROS. Tony makes the funi o'clock school. Like our ; GARLAND LYONS. as Mr. Spriggins in "Ici On Parle Frai WESLEY MAXWELL. :il wrought."—Whittier. ;es heard on earth. Just a ten e, Tony is full of natural reso of a gentleman."—Gladstone. ■vender descended on us from rvals. "Goodnes, HARRY DICKSON. WILFRED MACDONALD. but a good lad."—Men © 9\U 0 #ra flip" n 44 MilP ClaSS V (Continued) EXTRACT FROM THE CASUAL OBSERVER (Taken From the School Newspaper) * VENTUALLY we reach the boys' basement where many hea take place. Even now there is one in progres ard the one about the think of anything new? , hia hat J ' Mr. Wiley: "Say, Mclntyre, travelling salesman and the farm—" Mr. Mclntyre: "Why don't y That was in the Vancouver Sun six years ago.'' Enter Mr. Kirkby pompously. He disposes of his gloi and coat, clears his throat and prepares to utter an oration. Enter Mr. Clark who takes the words out of Kirkby's mouth, turns them around and delivers them himself. Mr. Clark: "I tell you, Kirkby, Dean Quainton may be an entertaining speaker, but he is not an orator. Why, Demosthenes and Cicero—" Mr. Kirkby: "See here Clock—what do you know about great men? I say Mussolini is the only great man today and he is the first one since Napoleon. Mr. Clare: "O Rats—don't you fellows ever get tired of arguing?" Enter Oscar Burritt trippingly. But this is a sane and serious paper so we cannot print what Oscar said. Then forth spake bold Jack Horbury—but what he said isn't printable either. Mr. MacDonald, who had been listening intently, at this moment closed his mouth, made funny University noises with his teeth, giggled, began to speak, forgot what he was about to say, so giggled again. Enter Smith and Sawyer fighting. They retire into the corner to settle their little affair. Our guide tells us that Smith has been acting strangely ever since the bear hit him on the head at Capilano Canyon, but there is no excuse for Sawyer. But who is this we see through the cloud of smoke?—a little fellow bearing all the markings of Santa Claus except the white beard. It must be Santa Claus because it looks like Santa Claus. But no, he is a breezy little chap and has dissipated some of the smoke screen. We are able to see that it is Reg. Burrows himself. He steps forward to speak his time-honoured piece, which runs something like this, "I say. Kirk, old fellow, what would you say to a cup of coffee?" Kirkby, drawing himself up to his full commanding height: "That depends on what it said to me." Mr. Kirkby, you know, is something of a rustic humorist when he is taken off his guard. The coffee problem having been settled, exit Mr. Burrows. Mr. Kirkby. Mr. Whatmough, and Mr. Wilson. They will pick up Mr. moment, Richardson wai sing pause in the converss iticed that Ewing and carry him off to the corner coffee shop—there to solve the problems of the world. If these problems are ever solved it will be a heavy blow to the trade of Brazil. Enter Tony Kokoros, ten minutes late. We all know Tony- suffice it to say that he and Mr. MacDonald have much in common. Tony: "What! is everybody still here? I saw Lyons sneaking in the fire escape so I didn't think it w; Mr. Maxwell: "Tony, come here a cigarette." Here there is a very embarra; During our tour of the Normal \ the boys who had not taken part in the disl dered, not-at-home expression. We inquired of our guide, a man ot infinite observation, namely one Jack Chappell, who explained the phenomenon to our entire satisfaction. It seems that these are simple rouls who are unable to follow the profound logic of the common- room debates. These gentlemen obtain their store of knowledge in lectures—chiefly by the ancient method of question and answer. In the common-room the same method holds and our learned sophists are often interrupted by the voice of Mr. Dickson in the petulant query. "What causes that?" or. "Why should that be." We should like to inform Mr. Dickron. but unfortunately we do not know.why that should be. D M FITZPATRICK. of bewil Class VI. EVA AISH—Matsqui. r Vote. Her chief ambition lesson. Pet expression— JEAN CATTO— ADA ALBIN—West Van girl of happy disposition, S] ANNA COTTRELL—Hope GLADYS ALLEN—Vancouver EDNA BAILLIE—Clay BETTY CUMMINS—New Wes KATHLEEN BARRETT—Fort Langley might imply. Favorite expression—"Gee. did y ILMA BEAMISH—New Westminster. -olds." You can't be in Clasi BETTY BROWN—Cloverdale. Betty is always scurrying hither and thither about s fond of collecting dates, and we don't mean fruit either. I pep and is always ready to lend a helping hand. And we Class Six. DOROTHY CALVERT—Ladner. ALICE FIGG—Cloverdal. RUBY FIGG—Cloverdal. OLGA FORE—Mat p Row Three at Physical Ed. BETTY GILDERS—Har JEAN CAMERON— P OJLfS lH.RBcQI (H w»21 * taosssaq j ^^eotLflCfflMAT^1' Cta VI 1£80 'F^^tc^ ■F IVA GLEAVE—Kar and Class poetess. T subject—Gramm. ClaSS VI. (Continued) STELLA HURUM—Mi ELEANOR GOLDSTONE—Sulli MAY GOODELL—Chilli' Blessed with gloriou: Although she did not joij HELEN GORMAN—Glen PATRICIA GROSSMAN—Chilliwack. MYRTLE IRWIN—Va ncoi ver. Curl f hair. Blue The s Ou star a thlete. Her st am is to be mar BF. SIE JAMIESON— Wth Vancom er. "She is Bessi Sh th She Bu she h m t g o rd nary su Art Al BERTi* i JOHNSTONE— Port Air* rni A girl v £ aughs the b i 1 11 day, id gay.- She as a weaknes tor men. but lOt to Klappe eighty percenter wot JEAN KNIGHT—North Van f Class Six. She ISABELLA HENDERSON—Vancouver Ambition—To NORAH HILL—Miss HELEN HUMPHREYS—Wes that CAN YOU IMAGINE— acher saying, 'Did the class hear Olga kicking up a rumpus? Gleave taking up grammar for a pastime? A quiet lecture with Henderson present? Brown without a "date"? Class VI without Hurum's "giggle"? The register called without Jean Knight's, I'have something to say"? Aish being late without blaming the "Beast Catto first at school in the morning? Nan without her supply of questions? The day passing without Ilma's "Gee, kids, Pearle without her grin? I Nora without her notebook? Deans calm before a time test? Haugh looking interested in Arithmetic peric Cameron looking happy in music period? ClaSS VI. (Continued) MR. HALL: IT IS with regret that we think of saying fai class-teacher—ever ready to help and ate, and never overloading us with w will just be "Au tevoir" if we are lucky enough to get Okanagan inspectorate. He has duly initiated us into t the problem-project-method in geography, warned " in spelling, and shown us how to el Class Mx can bare] Hall, and hope he \ to Mr. Hall, ou always consider th some of us i school in hi e mysteries o > against th SIDELIGHTS ON CLASS VI CLASS VI—the best class in P. N. S. On er midst one is at once enthralled by the bi apparent activity of its inmates. The air f tongues ceaselessly wag. A lively di Pat and peppery Isabel over Canadi extensive knowledge of these bra An excited exclamation suddenly and Ada waves an imposing gei marigolds are making their first s flexes?) to the light of day. Fror of Betty Brown, Girlie, and Dot, enng irly hui cha is in full swing bet1 gration Policies and the ny individuals is heatedly displayed, arises, "Oh, my seeds are sprouting,' minating case in which eight or ten :raggly responses (or should it be re- the far corner, the favorite retreat warm discussion is -' ; progres politics, religion, and the last d "Oh, girls, I want to make an works awfully hard at swimn on-the-Spot." Above all this ing sound of doh-doh's and taa but otherwise musicless memb painfully a ance. Just then Jean Knight interrupts, announcement!" Good old Jean—she ling and has everyone there "Johnny- din there comes a heart-rending dron- -tai's, the laborious toil of the ambitious ise musicless members, Norah, Figgie, and Cam, as they ttempt to catch that elusive rhythm of doh's. Their kind- hearted coaches, the two Helens, cheerfully keep up a continuous rhythmic swing of 4-4 time as motor-imagery. Then as a visual aid Stella and Aishie keep perfect time by delicately patting with dainty powder-puffs their features of wondrous beauty. (At this point Mr. Robinson enters). However, soon tiring of this monotonous pastime, these two heroines organize a marvellous fire-brigade, and aided by Iva and Ruby, they construct a fire of brilliant proportions. With a great deal JESSIE LAMBERT—Matsqui. AILEEN LOCKHART-SMYTH—North Vancouver. MARGARET LYON—Vancouver. mam Class VII. GENEVIEVE (HAL) NORRIS—Nelson. ELLINOR MAXWELL—Langley. EILEEN MONTGOMERY—West Vancouver AMY MONTIETH—Vancouver. ELLEN MOORE—Vancouver. As our. Ellen of Ireland. GANOVEFA MUKLEVICH—Durieu. DOT MURRAY—Vancouver. "A smile for all, a welcome glad, A jovial, coaxing way she had."—Ay I IDA MacGREGOR—Cranbrook. GRACE McINTOSH—Vanderhoof. A Mcintosh Red. the judges 1 VIOLET McKAY—Chilliwack. FREDA McKENZIE—Ladner. EDNA PALMBERG—Lulu Island. BARBARA PAVEY—North Burnaby. All good and no badness."—Skelton. MURIEL (BILLIE) PEARSON—Port Coquitl BEATRICE PICKEN—Harrison. —Oliver Wendell Holmes. MARY PRICE—Vancouver. ISABEL QUAYLE—New Westminster. "She is not one of your nervous sort." BLANCHE RENDLE—Bel'a Coola. MARGARET (BUNTY) RENWICK—Var ROSA RICE—Prince George. JEAN SHUTTLEWORTH—Vancouver. HELENA SPONG—Burnaby Lake. GUNDEL SWARD—Mat PS ^ ^ ClaSS VII. (Continued) PHOEBE TWADDLE—Vancouver MARY WAIN—Langley. CECYL WESTLUND^Stave Falls. MR. EWING Gather round, children, and you shall hear, About the teacher we hold so dear. Fellow students: I presume I should at least attempt to convey to thi very real affection for our class teacher (Ray! Ray!) but be considered lacking in dignity, I shall merely express gard for him. If we do not win all the track the best teacher in the school, (Ch< HOW!!!") and we all realize the fact. Aside from this we are not likely i voice from gallery, "Senile decay?") ( hearty laughs we enjoyed during his lei our class, but also the whole school benefits greatly fi also his infinite knowledge of stimuli and responses. It is with these few remarks tb and highly interesting subject of Mr. ing as we all do that enough can neve of Class Seven, old and sour forget the m We feel that t I shall c inexhaustible iwing, (feminine cheers) realiz- be said of him. I always had an idea that meat referred to the phra In the old days in England when one went hunting, great quantities of fowl and meat were brought in at one time and stored for future consumption. The "bag" was usually placed on hooks and shelves towering to the ceiling. The castle cook would, being a lazy fellow, take the lowest one first and by the time he had to get out the castle stepladder to reach down the rest of the game, it was . . . well . . . "high"—that's all.—Reader's Digest. "high", as applied t • ) high heaven. MODERN MOTHER GOOSE FOR LITTLE NORMAL STUDENTS Higgledy, Piggledy, teaching again. Means we have to make lesson plans, Higgledy, Piggledy, teaching again. Mary, Mary, working on primary, How does your handwork go? Ride a street car, to South Van To practise your teaching on s Capture a street car at twenty t You're lucky indeed if you don ne little child, eight, Farmer: "An' how's Lawyer Jones doin', Doctor?" Doctor: "Poor fellow! He's lying at death's door." Farmer: "That's grit for ye—at death's door an' still lyin'." The first parachute jumper mentioned by Shakespeare: The quality of mercy is not strained It falleth like a gentle Jew from heaven. Newly arrived Englishman (watching archery practice in publi, park) : "I've heard that America was a little behind the times in pre paredness, but I didn't know things were this bad." ClaSS VII. (Continued) A* who or the guidai nd why in CI is for Aileen, whose hobby is prii s for Bunty, our golden lit. secre s for Cecyl, always so still. is for Dorothy, which one you v, s for Eileen, who plays the big '. s for Freda, r gooi fello- is for Gania, laughing and ga^ is for Hal, with her dark winning s for Ida, a titian-haired girl, s for Jean, hair all a curl. is for Klever. all of the Klass. is for Lambert, athletic young lass is for Margaret, bright as the day is for Mildred, whose si Na) s for Pavey, is for Quayle, is for Rendle, sfoi > pri2 th such laughing eye e's never a bore, girl we adore. for Twaddle, Scotch, lucky thing, for Us, the best, so they say, for Violet, who's also McKay, for Windrem, a girl very nice, for Xtra pep, brains and spice, for Youth, that what we've all got, :or Zeal, and we all have a lot. ! are not all of whom we can speak, 11 all the nice ones would take all o The common slang posedly in the Maine hil collected balls of snow in frequently got things "all 1 balled up" originatec horses going along the which, acting nicely il removed.—Reader skai A local newspaper arthquake det xk that goes off like i clock. WI rthquake! badly in need of food— liversary of Scouting which was held in Eng- ny people are stopping to think, and to ask The answer which they have given to them e, play-time activity for boys and g.'rls. ly arises on receipt of this answer, that this is " a it is, but it is a play game \ vhkh caused linds of the stop and arranged that the boys and girls do it because they like it and in this play game are engendered things of such educational value that a group of educationalists gathered together at the Jamboree last August, pronounced after careful study that the Movement was both psychologically and educationally sound. Pronouncement like this coming frc such men as were gathered together at that Con the London "Times" to say that the best educational rr world were gathered together for a Conference, causes us think that there must be something in it more than a play-t:me activity. The pubic schools of England have been stirring themselves in the matter for the last twenty years and in many cases have taken up this work and fitted it into their school system. The fact that in Scouting and Guiding there are no negatives, helps children to do things because they are put on their honor. A negative policy will always irritate the average child, but given something positive, he responds immediately. This can easily be found out by reading up the text books. The Scout and Gu:de Law which says that a Scout and Guide is honourable, is clean in thought as well as deed, places the responsibility upon the child to live up to that positiveness which is in the game; it is a code of morals accepted by the boy and the girl in the school room or on the playing field, teaching them honour and discipline in the truest sense of the words and the proper way of applying them to their lives. This system of Scouting and Guiding is being studied by school teachers now throughout Canada and they realise when they have made a careful study of the organisation that it can help them considerably in their work in the school. This applies equally to the large city school and the small country school, in fact, wherever boys and girls congregate together, the Movement is of use to them. The truths of uprightness are engendered in the youngsters in such a way that they really love to learn'. Then the badge system wh'ch has been evolved is such as to assist children in the:'r school work, helping through play to teach them many things that they already have to learn at school. Natural history, chemistry, woodcraft, history, and many other parts of the school curriculum come in'o ih; play -m: activity of the boy and girl in the Scout and Guide Movement. This Movement is well worth the careful study of teachers either vcung or old, in Canada today. Scoutcraft has not been put forward as a substitute for schooling: its purpose is rather to utilize the boy's time out of school, which after ' > ratio of four to one to the time he spends within school alls. Mai of e in the teaching profe . support to th s work as a supplementary : interest, of stimulating his ambition, of fix observation, honour, and duty, ; training for profie'ency badges. on, of fixing in him habits of scational guidance, through the WHATMOUGH, CLASS V Letter From The Minister of Education TO THE GRADUATING CLASS OF THE VANCOUVER NORMAL SCHOOL LET me congratulate by you in the exan just passed. It is a that our efforts have been r that has been mgh which y ways a great satisfaction to be abl< varded, and our objective attained. You who are now graduating from the Vai are about to take up the real duties of life, by having placed in your charge the childre will direct and govern this great Province. I wish you all to remember at all times responsibility, and since the honour tha is the responsibility that you assume. r Normal > to b< If you honestly shoulder in mind the great future for v are being prepared, you will b upon your work as teachers with ji look back upon your career as studi May this great satisfaction com ble. responsibility and steadfasi the children in British G fflfacMMtfi o that mketh a full man, conference a ready man, and writing a N these pages are printed .some of the literary efforts of 01 student body. The Annual Board wi;h to express their grat tude to all those students who have so willingly contributed t :rary supplement for it has "been only through their co-operatio ccess has been possible. As we complete our year of Normal training we realize, perhaps more than ever before, that the teacher has a great life to live, and a great responsibility is hers as she goes forth to train the future citizens During our years of preparation we have acquired much cf our knowledge and many of our ideals through reading good literature, and today we realize that much of our appreciation of that which is noble, good, and beautiful has com: through our study along the literary path of learning. Fortified with this knowledge and ever delving deeper into its hidden mysteries, we now go forth feeling it will b2 our greatest privilege to impart a deeper appreciation of literature to the children of our Dominion, leaving ajar the dcor of the great literary store house, in such a way that the growing youth may open the door still further and enter into reading of their own choice. EDITOR. AN EXILE'S DAY At dawn before the hush Of night is broken And the Cascade hills Are dim with drifting mists, Through the clearing to the east I gaze—but see Dawnlight soft on Himalayan snows. There at noon the grain fields lie Shimmering in the dancing heat. There sound temple bells, and dust, White and dry, sears pilgrim feet. At evening ere the dusk Is pricked with stars, And the calm yellow moon Rides down the cloudless sky, Through the shadows of my mind There comes a mist— I see the smoke of little fires. P. BYRNES. CLASS II f^M^a^si^'^mmmis^ 1 wmlm fi-terary Qxcou ^v^ Term, 3/ J. M. DENT &. SONS LIMITED PUBLISHERS Aldine House, 224 Bloor St. W. Toronto, Ont. To THE GRADUATE TEACHER: Books are the Tools of Your Profession. Let us help you to make a wise and useful selection. You are cordially invited to visit our Vancouver Showroom where, for your convenience, we carry samples of our complete line of Educational Publications. Catalogues and Circulars Upon Request to W. G. STEPHEN 401 Credit Fonder Bldg. Vancouver, B.C. G. L, I MANUFACTURING FURRIER TAXIDERMIST Operating one of the most up-to-date fur shops in the city, and' carrying a large and complete assortment of Fashionable Fur Garments and Neckpieces, enables us to cater and give exceptional service to the most fastidious buyers. We Mount GAME HEADS, BIRDS FUR RUGS FUR TANNING Phone Fairmont 3593 Factory and Showroom: Corner Sixth and Main Street VANCOUVER, B.C. Canada's National Jewellers Diamonds 'oTtau and Mont Watches Haiih BIRKS Hylyghtes of Ye the nineteenth y of the :ign of ON THE 1st day of M King George, the sun to his custom, shone brightly, the sky being unobscured by smoke and other opaque matter common to ye great citie. Divers students of ye goode Normal School, perceiving this, moved by the beautie of the morning and bethought themselves of those goode olde days when picnics were in flower—when ye goode knighte errant and ye faire damosel of yore "made whoopee" 'neath the green- So, having gravely consulted with the "gallivanting master." one Mr. Martin—a worthy man, and versed in all the lore of greenwood ways, of frogs and toads and humming-birds, a man moreover, who hath been known to sneak up on a barnacle and take it unawares, it was deemed seemly that a partie should wend their joyful way to yon high crest called Hollyburne. Accordingly, while the day was yet young, ye West Van Ferrie took on a precious cargo, and being favored by fair winds, deposited full soon, upon the northern strand, its load of budding teachers. On the upward trail, many were the difficulties encountered by the toiling students. The path, it soon became known, was builded of rocks of varying bigness and of unvarying cragginess: the way became rougher—of ever-increasing steepness so that the climbers feared to look down lest they should, with one accord, topple over backwards and come to naught at the foot of the mountain. Nevertheless, although at times sorely pressed for want of breath wherewith to climb, by dint of exceeding great perseverance and effort, they reached that high eminence where hangs ye cold eternal snow. And then, for the crest of Hollyburne was yet a long way skywards, great was the lamentation that instantly broke out among the climbers, for although muscles must needs still persist in becoming tired, no place could be found on which to rest weary bones without grave damage to ye warm hyking breeches, because of the wettness of the At length, however, after much noble strivin long line, which had by this time attained a ' e leaders of long line, which had by this time attained a length of three leagues, espied, at the end of ye hard climb, a woodpile of portentous proportions and some small houses, builded of logs rough-hewn from the forest. Already glorying in ravenous anticipation of the festal board, the partie hastened forth, crossed the clearing and entered ye sylvan lodge. The hour was twelve o'clock. And in that lodge were found certain Swedes, who have, in common with the monks of yore, a service to perform unto the citizens of wm A TRIP THROUGH THE CLOUDS <• <-T*HAT is - friend, as •*- Early tha and s irly tha ray operators. he easiest way to climb a mountain," said my ie climbed out of the skip at the top of the incline. : morning we had left the little town snuggled itain, and gaily we had entrusted our lives to the We were bundled into a large ore skip, a bell rang, It was raining heavily, and a thick fog hung like a blanket over the valley. It was not pleasant journeying through the fog. Enmeshed in its clinging folds, we were in a weird, white world of our own. We were almost sorry we had ventured to make the trip on such a day. Of course, there was a certain thrill in the adventure; one cannot climb a mountain in ten minutes every day; but somehow we were not very cheerful or very enthusiastic. There was nothing to break the monotony, save the business-like hum of the steel cable as it slipped by ntly m ^ mrselves at the fire , and the fog did to a halt under indeed to climb out of the skip and wa operator's cozy cabin. Half of our journey was ovi seem to be lifting ever so little. "You will soon bi said the operator. Warmed and somewhat cheered, we once more took our places. Again a bell rang, and we were off on the last lap of our adventure. Quite suddenly the fog thinned, and before we could realize what had happened, we burst out into glorious sunshine. A minute more and we stopped near a convenient platform, onto which we stepped.- We had reached an altitude of nearly six thousand feet A few i of vigorous e a and s a glorious view it was! A sea of fog hung over the valley below us, completely obliterating the dizzy way we had come. Far away to the west and south, range after range of jagged peaks pierced the fog. Teeth of the mighty Cascades, their snowy sides glistening in the morning sun. And, mightiest of them all, Mount Baker stood, in lonely majesty, crowned with eternal snow, Queen of the Coast Range, peaceful and serene. R. R. CLARE, CLASS V. THE KEEPER OF THE BEES ND don't you wear a veil when you look into the hive?" no! There's really nothing to be afraid of, you —speak gently to them and move slowly—that's all." This from the height of two weeks' experience to a bee-man of several years' standing. He only grunted and turned away—those old people lAN Next morning I v little smoke into the hi good yank. Up half a million bees look I dropped the lid Tha to look at my be lifted the lid. I with three heavy com bees kept right on comi Oh! Why didn' Negligently puffing a nd what seemed With one hasty why didn't I wear a shirt with long sleeves and tie up the bottoms of my rail legs.' Those bees were down my neck, up my legs, around my sr and ovpi- my arms. Twenty of them lit on my right ear, about y hair. Yelling frantically, I fled down the ross the stream and crawled under the hedge, led. That one in the small of my back- a hundred lodged orchard, lept wildly but the bees still ren gods! couldn't someone hit it? Finally I lost them all and feebly towards the house. Through one half-shut eye I sc blue-bag and retired to anoint my wounds. About a week later the bee-man enquired about my bei they're fine," I cheerfully lied. "They are interesting little c he continued. "You'll find them awfully absorbing." "I'i it." I replied feelingly taggered ight the . BYRNES, CLASS II. r belie ray! FOAM FAIRIES The Ocean is an azure floor, Whereon the white foam fairies dance. Or, one might say, a bright domain Where glittring sun-sparks burst and prance. The fairies, in their lacy gowns, Ride on the crests of rolling waves, Along the great, wide avenue That golden, gleaming sun-sparks pave. They leap, and kneel, and twirl, and toss Themselves about with great display. While such a carnival as this Makes Neptune's home a palace gay. I've watched the fairies of the foam, When, far as roving eye had viewed, They hurried shoreward, dancing still, Their streaming hair with mist bedewed. In gowns a goddess wore, they're draped. Oh, Aphrodite's happy band, Is it ordained that each must fade And come to naught upon the sand? ISABEL YARROW, CLASS IV. PSYCHOLOGICAL ALGEBRA (With Due Apology, to Mr. Ewing) THE day of the dreaded supplemental in Algebra arrived. Reluctantly, with despair in my heart. I made my way to the threshold of the examination centre. As most of the candidates had already arrived, I spent a few melancholy minutes studying the various groups assembled there. In every case the stimulus, Algebra, was the same—but ah! how different were the responses! Some looked grimly hopeless, others giggled hysterically, while a few feverishly scanned much-thumbed text-books in a last moment attempt to grasp some fleeting formula. But in all my observation I was struck by one fact: The "Law of Readiness" was not manifested on a single countenance! Just as we were about to enter the Inquisition chamber a faithful comrade dashed to my side, waving a tiny pellet before my astonished "Cheer up!" she smiled at me, "You have nothing to fear. Don't look at me like that. I'm not insane. Do you remember learning that certain drugs weaken synaptic resistance, resulting in Niagara streams of knowledge?" I did not remember, nevertheless her theory sounded reasonable to one in such dire distress. "It is only a very little strychnine," she explained, putting it to my lips. "Swallow." I swallowed, and departed to my fate. Horrors! As I gazed at the first question, I realized that even a barrel of strychnine would be powerless to help me now. The Binomial theorem. Even in my vainest moments, I had never fancied my skill automatic at thi;—erratic would have been a much more suitable word. In vain did I strive to recall, in vain did I dig deeply into my Unc. striving to unearth a few scattered shreds of formulae. Whatever had become of my automatic response? My helpful friend had suggested that her magic remedy would break down synaptic resistance. Ah, I had it! In her haste her psychology had become mixed and she had given me a concoction of morphine and nicotine. As a result synaptic resistance had formed such a barrier that beside it the Wall of China looked like a paper fence in a "Three Bears" project. Nicotine—I heaved a bitter sigh. Why, oh why. had I surreptitiously smoked that cigarette two years ago? For the first time genuine compunction seized me for my stealthy act. Once more I applied myself to the Binomial theorem, then laid aside my pen. After all, what was the use? My emotional condition was all wrong for I was consumed with anger against my ministering friend and somewhere deep within my neural structure, a pugnacious At this point, thi of that original speech, "The three houi I gave him a bored look. For my part, he might have made h;s announcement two hours and forty-five minutes before. I gazed at the blank .expanse before me, dimly realizing that the Law of Ex« had not functioned. iting in patient expectation stood the helpful one. "Well?" she queried eagerly, I looked at her without the vestige of a smile, for I was in the clutches of the grim Law of Effect. "Tell me about that strychnine," she repeated impatiently. Then I spoke. "There was only one thing the matter with that strychnine," I replied firmly. "And that was thic—there was not nearly enough of it. Bring me a cupful right away." And I collapsed i: READING IN EVERYDAY LIFE THERE is an old saying, "He who runs may read," which appears peculiarly applicable to this high-pressure age in which i of us are rushing hither and yon, hastening if not^speeding. Although perhaps the time left for the runner to read is less than ever, a mass of literature, or, we may say, reading material, pours from our presses in increasingly greater floods. How then is Mr. Busyman's delving into prose and poetry to be as productive as possible? If he attempts to follow the critics he will waste the bulk of his scanty moments in finding and perusing their often contradictory comments. How else is he to attempt to separate the sheep from the goats, the grain from the chaff? It seems to me that the advice of Dean Farrar of a previous generation is most worthy of consideration. His dictum was, "Lege, lege, aliquid haerebit," which may be translated as, "Read, read, something is sure to stick!" If we have cultivated a and an ability to realise it, this alone will be what is sure to stick; and, as the mercury extracts the gold and silver and discards the dross from the crushed ore, so may our minds be enriched by the gems that are met and be uncontaminated by the obscuring rubbish. R. MORRIS WILSON. CLASS V. REMINISCENCES OF TEACHING WEEKS By Little Johnny Pedagogue AT THIS Normal School everyone talks glibly about philosophy, psychology, and the theory of everything. We have had mountains of the theory of teaching piled upon us but so far no one has ever said a word about the theory of teaching-weeks. What would be wrong with a little psychology of critic-teachers and a little less psychology of pupils? We want marks—no less—and are interested in the most expedient ways of getting them. So, although we are late in finding this out ourselves, for the benefit of those who follow, we have worked out the "New Method of Pupil-Teaching." ThL, we feel ,is worthy of the great Osburne himself or of any of the multitudinous Thorndikes. It is astounding and preposterous that such rudimentary considerations should have been ted by these eminent educators. Is it not perfectly clear that before one can be a good teacher one must be a good pupil-teacher? Then let us train pupil-teachers and let the teacher; take care of themselves. They will do so anyway. " What have we done ourselves? Do we remember, as a bad dream, our first harrowing experience last September, when we found ourselves lost in a strange school—a group of nervous would-be teachers—a prey to the boring eyes and cheap witticisms of several hundred unsympathetic children? And then the teacher—do we remember her? Did we knock timidly and feebly—expecting a fearful apparition? Were marks good that week? Were we downhearted? Well—yes— This is all to be changed. Learning to teach is coon to become absurdly simple process, an overnight affair, the results are to be mderful. like those of a correspondence course. Since Christmas many of us have ceased to be so punctiliously, takingly proper in the schools. Before, we gaze upon us must have pained other people. We have discovered that teachers have a sense of humo; , they have "feet of clay" and, contrary to general opini . melt in their mouths. Much of our timidity has been laid aside. Many o ;ood till it hurt. boldly up to the door of the see ne of the ne ixt teaching struggle * It is becomin g a pleasun :—like a g< Dod game of chess—a battle of Some of u s own the s* :hool—som e only part of it—but, in direct pro- portion to the amouni : of school owned by the pupil-teacher, so ranks his marks. Theoretic; ally, if one owned the • whole school, one should get one ht mdred per < :ent. But this is a cor idition that never c iccurs and here is the only fl; aw in the v fhole theory. It has been found that no student , however t :lever, has been able to brow-beat a janito r out est score that has yet come to the Normal. But we must not be discouraged. We may yet find a janitor who will weaken. It is a shame to be forced to quote so many figures, but it, is absolutely necessary in order to impress upon the public the infallibility of our new method. We hope .that this scheme will in time abolish Normal schools and that hereafter no one will be put to the inconvenience of studying deeply or doing projects. Unfortunately the main part of the method has been omitted so far, and there is no space left in which to include it. For further particulars write to Little Johnny Pedagogue. D. M. FITZPATRICK. TOD INLET NATURE is more wonderful than many of countries, as in the Alps of Swii ' ful beauty spots which impress c cathedral. In other places :he has made erful, but which are simpler, more subd Tod Inlet, near Victoria, is one of thes Tod Inlet nestles among hills clad with stately trees. Ir mer when everything is calm and still, the reflection of the trees a vivid green shadow along the shore of the placid inlet, evening, as cool breezes ruffle the surface of the water, the birc a merry song in the branches of the trees along the shore. T sends long shafts of sunlight among the leaves and flecks the gloi surface of the water, deluding the silen In winter all is changed. The tree where the frost has made them sparkli day and the sun adds a dazzling brigh the distant hills, crowning them wit! .nder land, she has made wc with the grandeur of a aes which are equally wond- and peaceful. I think that great are no birds to twi ence is unnecessary wonderful she is, tter s the e the c atcher. and out like gaunt skeletons, the sunlight. It is a calm s to everything. It touches with a golden glory. Now, there ling draws to a clo:e, but their pres- ; of the inlet. lize the power of nature, and how make such beautiful places, glorious [ were always at Tod Inlet, I would LILY SOLOMON, CLASS I The Moors, the bold p: ships coming through the Q' port, Tarifa, and there levy which the- -u:~ "—- s of the Medit s of Gibralta of blackrr r them — into thei :t, Tarifa, and there levy a sort of blackmail, upon the payment o lich the ship was allowed to proceed. Thus originated the wore riff," and even in this day of enlightenment a good many of ou think it is a holdup.—Reader's Digest. TEACHING WE&K =£3 r3 "* Di ~ Hua THE STORM BRINGS GIFTS THE hot mid-day sun beat down on a row of waving elms and a grassy trail winding up to a rickety gate. Beyond the gate bloomed a tangled garden and amid the garden squatted a log house, half hidden in a mass of creepers. The drone of bees about the half-choked flowers gave place to the hum of a motor car which swept into the lane, slowing up for the rough old road. At the gate it stopped and a man jumped out. He glanced eagerly around, then turned for approval to his companion. She smiled, and said tartly: "Very beautiful and idyllic, Don, but in a year or less you will 2 tired of it, and hurrying back to town. You, a farmer? You'll r stick." "But I r if I n ied reply. "Of ^ lake you happy." "Some day I hope it may make us both happy." Don was undaunted by her coldness. She laughed "Count me out. I'm no farmerette," she said lightly. "But let's get back now." When only the drone of the bees remained in the air, a slim, tanned girl rose from among the flowers and stared after the vanished car. Laughing blue eyes glinted steel gray; two red lips pressed tightly together, and two brown hands clenched into fists. Suddenly the eyes blurred; the lips trembled, and the rigid figure drpoped sobbing to the grass. How she hated those two and their moneV They had taken away her home, the happy dream of her childhood. Molly Forster's life had been hard. Once she had lived here happily, but times had grown poor, her father had died, and now she and her mother struggled along in a little shack in the valley, while their home belonged to a stranger. A man's surprised voice checked Molly's sobs. She raised her head and saw before her the cause of her trouble. "I beg your pardon," he said. "I had no idea anyone was here. I dropped my gauntlet" Molly rose to dignified rigidity. "I'm sorry if I'm trespassing." "Oh, not at all." He smiled engagingly. "You're quite welcome Molly hastily wiped her tears. "I shall not trouble you," she said coldly, turning away. Donald Carstairs watched her out of sight, then promptly forgot her to dream of happy success with Eileen Steed. Work was begun at once on the old homestead. During the winter it became a splendid modern farm, except the house, but still Donald had not come to live. Molly had grudgingly availed herself of his offer, going often to the old log house to dream of happy hours spent there. With each visit her hatred of the intruder increased. Yet she fervently wished that he had been anything but what he was at their first meeting. One evening in early spring, after a week's absence, Molly walked up to the vine covered house, to discover Carstairs smoking on the porch. He had come at last, then, and this must be "Good-bye." His voice roused her. "I'm glad you have been coming," he said. Disregarding his remark she spoke at last. "I wonder how long you will leave even the house and garden?" "Oh, I shall always leave this," answered Carstairs, "Even if I build another. This place is too beautiful to destroy." Molly thawed perceptibly and smiled. "I am so glad. I love it." She hesitated but his smile reassured her. "Please sit down while I try to justify this sacrilege"—waving an arm to the big barn and its equipage. As she complied he wondered vaguely why he should justify himself. He had bought the place. Nevertheless, he told his story—his dreams, his college course, the opposition at home. He even spoke ardently of Eileen. "And it has just got to go," he finished. "Dad finally backed me, but everyone scoffed—even Eileen." "Farming is bad here now. It's too dry." Molly knew it was true, but she was only saying it for spite. She was angry because she found it so difficult to go on hating Donald Carstairs. Spring became summer. The crops showed promise but they needed rain. Through the hot, dry weeks Donald watched the sky anxiously. His sunburnt face became thinner and looked a bit worried. Molly wanted to pity him, but harder to hate him. Sometimes si watching the sky too. Throughout June no rain came, and July commenced hot and dry. One day Molly met Donald at the gate as he passed toward town. She was startled by his look of desperation. A sudden thought struck her, "If his crop fails he will leave." She tried to think how glad she would be, but she felt instead a disturbing sense of loneliness. That night she sat on her little porch trying to get a breath of air from the sticky atmosphere. As it grew dark she saw a faint glow on the sky-line. It grew and became lurid. Suddenly realizing its meaning she jumped up crying, "It's fire at the old homestead!" Five minutes later she was urging her horse and telling herself, "Little fool, let it burn and that will be the end. He can't stand a fire now. Let it burn." But she knew she couldn't. The fire was in the barn. When Molly saw, she shuddered. The stock must be in there. Frantically she forced her way into the house to telephone; then out she rushed and into the swirling smoke. She cut and slashed at halter hopes, opened stall doors, ran blindly on in the deadly smother, until she dropped exhausted still thinking, "Oh, why didn't you let it burn and be rid of him." HfiH MSS Just last week a s of the annual a female) deploi A POEM FOR THE ANNUAL THERE must be something the matter with me. Perhaps I am not of the common herd. Let it go at that. On more than one occasion when, succumbing to the no-hat craze, I have foolishly ventured within the precincts of Woolworth's. or the like, and, failing to find what I wanted at a low enough price, I have gazed around in what I fondly imagined to be a superior manner, and been mistaken for a floor-walker. At times I have been rather cool, only to be met with a look of pity or scorn for my stupid:ty in not being able to answer. On other occasions I have been bolder and endeavoured to hide my discomfiture by carrying out the role thus thrust upon me. 'lar fate overtook me. Announcing herself f, a guileless-appearing young lady (it is what she referred to as the paucity of poetic propensities noticeable in th:s institution, and "went on to say, "I'm sure you could dash us off something. I just know you're quite a poet." A poet no doubt is a cut-above a floor-walker so I tried to appear flattered, and—fatal weakness!—emitted some non-committal mumblings. The sprightly feminine mind immediately translated those feeble growls into a hearty assent, and I was assailed with, "Splendid! We'll look for just a few stanzas about anything that suits you. Let us have them by the tenth. All right. So long." Oh, dear! Not content with having been an impostor in one sphere, I must needs be one in another. Some slight consolation is found in the thought that poets, like great men (or, should I say, other great men?), may perhaps not only be born great, or achieve greatness, but also have greatness thrust upon them. One never knows what one can do till one tries. What hidden possibilities may lurk within my crude exterior? Boldly I begin to consider the thing. A poem about anything! How I loathe that indefinite "anything"! It is supposed to be so helpful, to give one such freedom, such scope, such a free rein to the imagination. Bah! such drivel! All that "anything" does to me is to plunge me into a morass of indecision where I stick, not knowing whether to go one way or the other and so going nowhere. I commence to dislike that artless creature who used the horrid word. She might as well have said "nothing."—By Jove! there's an idea! a poem about nothing! That surely will be original, though I have distant recollec- which might just as well have been about nothing, ay one inspiration. The muse must not' be ne. See! tions of poems j But I shall not flouted when firs sphere. There i than an idea. Now that the subjec What shall it be? A sor that awful! No sooner is .one question settled than others, \.k? sol J ers from the dragon's teeth, spring up to take its place. Alas! I am no Jason. Why did not that deluded damsel say what she wanted? Poets should not have to be bothered with sordid deia is; they should be in the clouds, communing with the majesty of the universe or something like that. Let me see now. A sonnet! That must be so many unes, no more, no less, it will not ao. My fancy is soaring like a bird from a cage. It must not be confined. I am permeated with inspirat on. The poem shall be a combination of them i" ippe to have fourteen 1: Now to begin. The fii O hole The second starts well— t lin "A Soi sily— 3 Nothing." i the- e in the doughnut! d 'neath my thatch! well the sweet vacancy my dome doth match! write poetry? I'll sho one person who succes my shoulder After ■uths?' and fully maint ng breaks i tnpt t when did you begin 95 that this was just a little fancy of mine, and tha scribble something in the way of a poem for the Am "Well from now on you're expected not to i The idea of stuff like that appearing over the family about it, old dear." That is all very well, I think, but that editres forget about it. I am faced with a problem whos my knowledge, has never yet been successfully atten of pleasing two women of different minds at one i Oh, Muse, you got me into this mess (I would bla but myself) now get me out of it; grant me just one more . . . Thank you, kind goddess. Next morning I approach the young lady from armed with a rolled up sheet of foolscap, neatly tied with t pink ribbon. "There, I knew you could do it. Mav I read it?" I nod. This moment m The sheet is unfurled. At the top | .. "Sonnet to Nothing." On the fifteenth line is the signature— "Nemo." ; individual won .'.solution, withi pted, the problei ved through soi wm mystified inquiry. I edge off'a t date. That's the "blank verse!" . MORRIS WILSON, CLASS V. Big clocks, little limportant mantel awakening people spell "CLOCKS" t ti /""^ LOCKS"—the very word spells Roi I clocks, important cathedral clocks, a v->* clocks, Big Bens, and many little from every walk of life to their daily tasks: tireless energy, ticking on, on, on, unnoticed, unassumin; in the lives of all. They tick on day by day, hour by ho life with a restless, unescapable rhythm, which means pi and horror and death to others. To the one with a dark 01 there is something relentless about their ceaseless ticking; who live with a joyous optimism, this ticking represents just moment of which they may make the best use. So cle Romance. They see the intimate scenes of every-day life, momentous scenes of history. The grandfather clock is the most lovable type of clock—in a beautiful case of fine, dark wood, or perhaps an old time-worn case still preserving its beauty of line, and its chimes becoming more lovely as they are mellowed by age. One of these fine old clocks suggests the Old World. It stood, surrounded by pictures of lines of ancestors, in an old baronial castle, overlooking a long polished ballroom floor: and it viewed the funeral proceedings of the real men and women whose pictures now adorn the 3 fill it.with an air of mystery, tnessed? In its last days in the castle it g of the castle's fair mistress, and upon :he betrothal feast. On the wedding day, its silvery notes added happiness and joy to the sumptuous repast, with the tinkling of wine glasses, and the merry laughter of fair ladies and gallant gentlemen; and its ticking synchronized with the rhythm of the music and the gliding of many feet. Many happy faces it saw for many months; and then a silence seemed to pervade the home, until the clock saw the barren old castle brightened again, this time by a little boyish figure, which, in later years, ran in and out amongst its rooms spreading sunshine everywhere. Then one day the clock ticked on. very hurriedly it seemed to the little family which was furtively seeking an escape to the New World. castle, and whose spirits seen What scenes has it not looked down upon the Clf)S3E5 2*5 Lit. Neuf t\ d, M ,«« CHiK*x ,<k« (yfi H. ftnr 4 y • L W o n s. ftnt-fcu* NecU NfctftM Gloo-bub £itk»*r CVMwh) (lrvi*«) Hck- P»if <0«rvtft) Hh*»J - CHINESE EDUCATION I^SO^t For a long time the clock was in darkness, and knew little of what happened in the outer world. When it saw the light again, it found itself in a little log cabin surrounded by tall dark trees. An old cedar chest filled with beautiful silken things was the only thing which it recognized now. For years it stayed in the cabin home. It heard the whirr-bang of falling trees, and the loud tattoo of hammers, and saw the surrounding country become inhabited with busy, merry people. Fields were cultivated, and later, factories and streets were built, and it found itself removed to a lovely white home nearby. Its beloved mistress and master, their son, and their son's children are gone, and still it ticks on. The scene and the characters have changed, though the events have not. It still gazes silently upon love, marriage, birth and death, and loves the "high-stepping" youth of today as well as that of yesterday, for it sees that their hearts are the same underneath their outer sham. It still sees small, eager feet rushing around worrying mother, who loves them the more for it. It sees informal parties instead of grand balls, where the young people are gayer than their ancestors. It ticks as the lovely young girl in short modern finery is escorted to a dance by a neat young man in black and white; and still ticks when she comes creeping in in the early morning, and is ashamed of itself when its ting-ting nearly awakens its And so this romantic old grandfather clock goes on, and is likely to go on much longer. It makes one wonder what other things it will see. I think they will be much the same—"Life's little whirligig." MURIEL DIXON. CLASS II. THE POWER OF POETRY WE may ask the ejuestion, "Where dwells the happy spirit which glides silently into our hearts, whispering bright thoughts and weaving shadowy patterns of life's fleeting hours?" Yet who has not experienced its subtle charm and its power to enthrall our hearts in the glory of the fading sunset when a single star shines calmly from the serenity of a blue summer sky? When slumber smoothes our tensed and weary limbs, it has held sway in our- dreams, where thoughts and scenes of our waking hours were so blended ^ fancy's warm gay colors, that we have dwelt for a while ii world whose lovely images the memory likes to hold. Other times it has come upon us unexpectedly. It has stolen upon us as we breathe spring's scented blossoms and gaze at sunny skies and blue waters, sending through our hearts a warm exotic happiness. We have felt its power as the soft sighs of summer,winds went murmuring by, a sweet harmony of waving firs and low sounds of rippling waters mingling musically. Then again, as autumn flaunts its enchanted gorgeous hues and replaces the more delicate tints of the summer woods, when every passing breeze chants a low dirge and stirs the faded leaves, then it has caused a music which, being sadder, is mcJre majestic and profound. The soul of poetry is in all these. Its home is with the beautiful where, from the rich treasures of ages, it scatters with a profuseness light and music to enhance our pathway, and from fancy's rich casket gems the misty past, the Mercurial present, and the mystic future. Often have we mused on the world of thoughts which its very name calls up. Carried on their swift wings we may be removed to the time, long eons ago, when poetry first began on our little planet its divine benefits. It was, and is still, a potent charm. Like the finger of Midas, it touches all things with its golden hues. Yes, even better is the power of poetry, for it gives the beauty of gold without the hardness of that cruel metal. It is a boon to all. Yet a multitude of other precious gifts are hers. She donates that priceless state of mind that, being the medium through which all external objects are viewed, imparts to them its own magic tints. Such a mind, even having lost these outward realities, may still, with their forms treasured in memory's hidden depths and in the use of our ever present imagination, create within itself a world so beautiful, as would rival the wonders of a Fairyland. To one she proffers a painter's brush, and lending her inspiration, forms conjured from the real and visionary, glow upon the canvas. To another she gives a sculptor's chisel, and guiding his hand over the cold marble, traces out a lovely creation where dwells a living spirit like a forest nymph or dryad. The humble and poor have felt its power, indeed often more strongly than the worldly-minded rich, for to them it is the glory touching their every familiar scene. We may follow its living path over the pages of history, a path which shines undimmed by the dust of centuries. We owe to this happy spirit, this benign fairy, a mighty debt, yet few think of her as the charmer of youth, the genius of our ambitions, or the diffuser of brightness for life's fading years. Some think of her only as that spirit which, dwelling in the poet's mind', comes forth only in the words which flow from his pen. In what themes it takes form! The soft and pensive, the boldly sublime, the tragic, the mirthful, all have been tried. The poet is indeed marked out by Heaven, and his work, his joy, which Man has called poetry, is a gift of Heaven alone. W. J. MacDONALD, CLASS V. In the 15th century Milan took the place in the fashion world that Pans does now. Naturally a person from Milan was "well-dressed," so it came to be that a "well-dressed" individual was called a "Milaner" —hence "milliner."—Reader's Digest. FROM THE SCHOOL NEWSPAPER I was walking down the hallway of this edifice of learning When I came upon a lively group of girls: Some were powdering their noses, some were looking in the mirror, So that they could see to comb their waves and curls, And in all they did, they chattered like the" brook the poet speaks of, About everything, from "cabbages and kings" To the members of Class V, and everybody's teaching average, The Strathcona Trust exam, and other things. There arose from thence a cackle unmistakably Dixonian, "That is just the funniest joke I ever heard!" So she told the joke to Mai in several confidential giggles, While the others strove in vain to catch a word. "Oh Muriel, how subtle!" cried out Mai in approbation, "But I wish you wouldn't tell me jokes like that." Then we heard a little gurgle, and a snicker, and a gurgle— (Might have known we couldn't keep a joke from Pat!) Meanwhile Kay was telling Mamie that the dance would be a failure "The thing'11 flop if we can't sell some more!" When up jumped Inez and Greta and with well-concerted utt'rance, "In New Westminster we'll each sell 54!" From the sounds that issued steadily from Mrs. Doidge's office We should gather that none could emerge alive: But it's only Bet and Enid counting hockey sticks, and laughing, And Billy trying to phone Fairmont 25. But these sounds are now subjected to keenest competition, With raucous ones which issue from Class III: ' 'Tis the Class III quartette singing (?) (Smitty joining in the chorus) And "the sweet-voiced nightingale" at doh-soh-me! Now they all were in the doorway, and Miss Yarrow couldn't pass them, But she did not her desire to them reveal Instead she shrugged her shoulders as she said with resignation— "A can gang out through the window jest as weel!" Then I heard someone ask someone who was standing right beside her, "Oh, say Eleanor, can you tell me the time?" And I heard her answer "ten-to" and I knew I must be going, So I guess I'll leave you with this little rhyme. E. CHILTON, CLASS II. Prices for beautifying your dog: Eyebrows plucked, $1; permanent wave, $15; shampoo, $4—$ 1 5 : and teeth brushed, $2—at a certain Beauty Parlor in New York.—Reader's Digest. MISS JONES' TRIP (From Miss Jones' talk at the Literary) ONE of our most entertaining literary meetings was that in which Miss Jones gave an account of how she and a friend saw America by car. • When school was over last June Miss Jones and Miss Kerr lost no time in taking the highway to adventure. On the road many amusing incidents occurred although at the time perhaps they did not appear so humorous. At the Mexican border some little altercation was experienced with immigration officials, but the adventuresses were eventually successful in pursuading these gentlemen that they meant no harm and would never do it again. Throughout the whole trip they accepted no masculine help in changing tires though at times punctures were crowding one upon the other, especially on the old Spanish Trail. When they got to Dillon, N. C, they entertained thirty southern gentlemen by a masterful demonstration of how Canadian school teachers change tires. Apparently such a spectacle is seldom seen in Dillon, N. C. We wish we could reproduce Miss Jones language in her description of the Grand Canyon, but most of us were fortunate in hearing her, so we did not suffer so much from a literary lack on the part of the From Vancouver the route lay along the Pacific highway to Los Angeles, where a five-day stop was made, then to the Grand Canon, to Juarez, Mexico; through Texas to San Antonio, then to New Orleans and Florida. At Miami the car was overhauled for the first time while the travellers visited Havana. The journey to New York was made through the Atlantic states, including North and South Carolina, Georgia, and Virginia, with stops in Washington and Atlantic City. From New York they proceeded to Chicago, to Yellowstone Park, to Bryce Canon, to Portland, along the Columbia River highway— It is a shame that space does not allow us to dwell in more detail on the v<>ry interesting occurrences of the trip. Miss Jones fully enjoyed her holiday, and for that we are glad. We are also glad that she consented to give us the benefit of her experience. We do not wish Miss Jones any hard luck but we almost hope ■'"' " *"<* to change at the Normal. Will we help her—? that she has "A pers Do yoi : "No." self s : people MRS. MAHON'S ADDRESS THE President of the Affiliated Parent-Teacher Associations of B. C, Mrs. Mahon. on March 28th, addressed the student body on the work of the various P.-T. Associations. The object of these was to bridge the gap-between the two professions of parent and In British Columbia they were voluntary associations, free from strings in the shape of government aid, and had progressed far enough to have the organizations of Nova Scotia and Saskatchewan ask for information and assistance. Affiliations were not only national but . After the war they had been busy raising money for school equipment, and it had been thought that this was their main objective, but the chief purpose was rather to develop a sane study of child educative There was a goodwill department stressing contact with other nations. Other aims were the formations of libraries, beautification of school grounds, the provision of auditoriums and gymnasia. The speaker concluded by urging the formation of new Parent- Teacher associations, these to co-operate with school-boards and show real desire to help, not just to criticize. MR. ALEXANDER'S LECTURE ON Tuesday, April 3rd. Mr. Alexander of th'e Dominion Forestry Department gave an interesting exposition of the inner workings of trees. Numerous well-chosen slides displayed wood in sizes from many feet in length to specks of a fraction of an inch. The importance of the lumber industry was explained, with special regard to this province. The speaker concluded by exploding the popular fallacy concerning the annual rise and fall of sap. "Verbum sap," we hope. SCHOOL DEBATE THE second debate of the year was held in the auditorium on the afternoon of April 4th, and was much enjoyed by everyone present. The subject under discussion was: Resolved that education beyond Grade VIII. should be vocational rather than cultural. Two of the participants in the first debate were again on the platform: Mr. Clark and Mr. Kirkby, who presented a good case for the affirmative. On this occasion we had the pleasure of hearing two of the ladies speak, the negative being upheld by Miss Chilton of Class II. and Miss M. Gray of Class III. Their presentation was so good and the'r arguments were so well-supported by authorities that they received the unanimous decision of the judges, although both sides were criticize for evading the main issue. The judges were Mr. Anstey. Miss Coney, and Mr. Marti: and judging by the applause their decision was a popular one. The orchestra was with us again and favoured us with a selectic in their usual capable manner. This was followed by Communn Singing led by Mr. Neufeld. DEAN QUAINTON'S SECOND LECTURE ON THURSDAY, MAY 1st, Dean Quainton again addressed the sjudents. th-'s time taking as his subject, "The Use and Misuse of English." He began by quoting authorities who stated that the noblest literary study and the only possible basis of a liberal education was the study of English, and that the noblest gain was the mastery of that language. To attain this end precision in thought and expression must be cultivated. The prevailing laxity in searching for the right word was censured, and the diction of many public speakers was declared to be positively vile. To grasp these exact shades of meaning he advised the reading of great literature, and to acquire skill in their use he suggested "sedulous aping"—as practised by Robert Louis Stevenson—, paraphrasing, and the preparation of digests. He then went on to impress on our minds that the first essential in a good style is clearness, and to give many well-chosen examples of the oppos:ng 1 terary sins, such as ambiguity, verbosity, and the too frequent use of superlatives or words of Latin origin. The Johnsonian or Latinized version of "Twinke, twinkle, little star," beginning, "Sc:ntillate, sc'ntillate, globule vivific," amusingly. showed to what extremes it was possible to go. The next faults to come in for condemnation were mixed metaphors, too much quoting, and the use of colloquialisms and vulgarisms. A d'scussion of slang followed. According to the Dean, there was "slang and slang." He alluded to the wonderful American faculty for coin'ng words, some of which he believed would eventually be admitted as correct usage, while others would fade into the obscurity they deserved. The slow but continuous growth of the language by the addition of scientific words and slang terms was expounded. He urged % v'ng these latter a chance, and at the same time pointed out , need not depend entirely on them, as the English language is idio He concluded characteristically with a pertinent anecdote about a clergyman who, n preaching on the misuse of the tongue, uttered this ambiguity, "If you are in the habit of misusing it, cut it out!" flTHLfflC FALL TRACK MEET Zip! Boom! Bah! Zip! Boom! Bah! Normal - Track - Meets Rah! Rah! Rah! ke you think of? Even the dum :he luckless one who hasn't got his a nature project—can holler with \ "A BIG NIGHT" s working (as Class II aptly put it) to "\ I i OPRING 1 1 111 SPRING TRACK MEET id sprung" and so had another Percy Wi There were relay-races, pean of race. And what a tug-of- of course, we had to eat. No oil-cloth covered tables for us. the best was none too good. Do you ren away with the prize? In between and from behind bites•■■> bad previously increased our poundage by I wonder what's become of A. B. a and her lipstick. Is Bluebeard's beard still blue? Which one of Class IPs "break-aw; "stepping"? Remember Class VII at the photographer Anyhow, Class II won the pen: Class VII was still "Ketchin' Up." Then how the "raftus" rang to "School Days, and even poor bedraggled "Alouette!" on us in the way of speed, did he? >, obstacle races—in fact,' every kind how they tugged! And after that, t look very much like Spring tb noticed that several permanen water-logged. However, all the Normalites and a cro-v managed to float successfully to the gy On entering, we had to laugh at and the weird and wonderful what sounds they emitted. Whoops! Zips! to forget the Rah! Rah! Rahs! Did you sense the rivalry between Classes III and IV? We got qui tching them run "neck and neet. How- night! Did lent waves looked rowd of spectators \ the cheer leaders j by ; peni affectio for the old In the skits the "Toyn The nifty sailor-lassies hauled down s were "track- •meetei s" and prize rode aw; ay on "A Bicycle Built for ' ber Class III' sboat floated Oscar B (Normal?). urritt proved to be a "ri The rest of the circus was discussed the stunts which "snake charm ers," and even "Fords." nng us roar /nth la ughter. At last ■ we rattled over to the "caf |S whoopee hat or Q. T. drink! And But at h we did! (cafe). To listen ist the time came to go horn has forsaker i teach ing for Radio for teaching purposes is aire: being introdu :ed in the United States. 5 rs? do but tune i n and sit down and twiddl th Class IV z i close second, better still—take a nap.—Reader's Digest. n" (Class IV) was a winner. nd (Class VI). and the third Two" (Class VII). ngleader" of. the old school a big kick with "flying aces," f" to eat. And we did! speeches! And we did To in England and is rill have nothing to "Kosher" bacon as bee >ig.—Reader's Digest. z^mss&mm* T^^F Girls' "A" Basketball Team Margaret Lyon and Betty Turnbull. These two forwards should always be spoken of together. They combined in some very good plays with the center and were undoubtedly the two best shots in the league. Their faults were two, slight signs of temperament and loose checking of the opposing players. and guard. She Mamie Gray is our star guard. In this her first year of b; ball, she has had offers to play with other teams next season. BILLIE McPHEE also played center and guard. Her play: always noticeably vigorous, which makes her respected in any game. ng 1 irell unl Enid Bulmer w: is captain and pi; .yed c< contributed t< d the team the ability i dribble and s core long shots. The s 2 fault evident in hei ■ playing. Myrtle Irwin played \ out of the game. Lucille Wilson. Hilda Copeland, and Kay Cather played during the latter half of the season and showed considerable development when play was finished. & Girls' "B" Basketball Team W Dorothy Price, captain forward. Annie Tuck. Mickey, of the team. Marion Vigner. Wiggie eye for baskets. Ada ALBIN. An alert guardian of the hoop. Ada kept many score from rolling up against us. FREDA McKENZIE. Able co-defender of Ada's. Freda broke i many plans of ambitious forwards. Just try to get the jump on oui a dashing forward, was the pep r mother speedy forward, had a Marjorie Hill, forward trouble for opposing guards. Marjorie Wheeler, guard. One of the girl: "Bees" in existence during the last of the season GWEN McLarnin, guard. Her speedy and vai : early in the season due to a sprained ankle. GRETA BRYER, forward. While Greta was v wed signs of becoming a capable player. MARJORIE BROWN, forward With experience 1 keep any guard busy. Marj. could be relied on to make lots ho helped keep ' Grass Hockey THIS year a grass hockey team was organized under the wing of Mr. Anstey, who acted as coach and general manager. A • new league was formed in the city, namely the Women's Hockey League of the Lower Mainland. Normal entered in this league along with Ex-South Vancouver, Ex-North Vancouver, Ex-Britannia, U. B. C and Varsity. At the beginning of the season Normal was fortunate and succeeded in having 20 players on hand for practice. In the League Normal was fairly successful at first. On one occasion they held North Vancouver, who were then the League leader, to a 4-4 draw. But alas! Lady Luck soon departed from our fold and consequently Normal had to withdraw from the was impossible to field a full team, the coming years! League owing to the fact that it Better luck to grass hockey in An interesting feature of the n> between an all-star team from the all-star team from the Lower Main 2-1 victory for the High School st sented in the game, Betty Turnbull on the latter team. 2w league was an exhibition game city High-School League and an land League, which resulted in a udents. Normal was. well repre- and Mamie Gray obtaining berths & Boys' Basketball Team JACK HORBURY—The author of the following He also managed the girls' "A" SXwYER— Center. Played brilliantly when he did play. BURRITT—"All right gang, fall back now. Remember the five- man defense." Played guard. DICKSON—A good guard. Harry was captain during the first half of the season. CHAPPELL—A natural and wonderful basketball player. Played guard and was a dangerous shot. MAXWELL—Our rangy center, fast, untiring, and dangerous. Wesley played in every game. Ask Ripley for particulars. SON—Speedy and aggressive; a great asset during the second SMITH—Old enough to wear long pants. A speedy forward. ALLAN—Right forward; played a steady game. COOP—Right forward: our crack shot. REID—A hard worker. His best game was against the Junior h. HARDY—A very fast guard Rudy Wiley—Our manag itly good. "Say, what's Hard wick's phoi Kodaks Petite in Lovely Colors Come in and see these gay little cameras They are all their name implies —smart, small, Paris-inspired; in five lovely colors—green, grey, lavender, blue and old rose. M The moment you see them you'll want to own on And no reason why you shouldn't. Their cost is but $6.7 carrying case to match, $1.25. Picture size I%x2l4 Eastman Kodak Stores, Limited ??V 610 Granville Street The great men of the Peace Conference were sitting around a big table, everyone talking at once, to decide who should be Secretary- General of the League of Nations. Clemenceau, who was dozing, woke with a start, looked around and, seeing only one man in the room who wasn't talking, he said to Lloyd George— "Who is that man?" "Oh!" said the little Welshman, "he is my secretary." "Good, we'll give him the job—he never says anything."—And he closed his eyes again. Oddly enough the man in question, Sir Eric Drummond, did get the job and is still Secretary-General.—Reader's Digest. Everything for Every Sport AT The SPORT SHOP Phone Sey. 3775 924 Granville Street Special Prices to Clubs and School Students The Most Fashionable Women are Wearing the Smart, Pure Wool SHAGMOOR TOPCOATS Sport Coats, Town and Country Coats, Motor Coats, Train Coats, Steamer Coats, Yacht Coats, Aviation Coats, Business Coats, Shopping Coats, Tea-Party Coats. In Other Words: All-occasion Coats PRACTICALLY WEATHERPROOF—BEAUTIFUL OF LINES—EXQUISITELY TAILORED- PERFECT FITTING — MOST ECONOMICALLY PRICED Sold in This City Only at DAVID SPENCER LIMITED VANCOUVER, B.C. ■ ■W-JiP I GIRLS' "A" BASKETBALL TEAM IF THE READER will observe the picture of this team, he will see an expression of cheerfulness and humor on all the faces. That is a permanent characteristic of the whole group and was in evi- ' dence in the final game of the senior girls' series. In that game they defeated First Church Excelsiors and won the trophy shown in the From the point of view of athletics, it is unfortunate that the Normal School course is not of two years' duration. If the team could be together for one more season they would probably at least win the ' league championship. They used a system of set plays and signals from the tip off. Thus when the members were determined they usually outplayed their opponents. The team was very well managed by Jack Horbury and coached by Oscar Burritt. THE OUTDOOR TRACK MEET ON FRIDAY. MAY 2nd. Normal turned out in full force for the hurriedly-arranged Outdoor Track Meet. The threat of the phys'cal education examination was dispelled by the warm sunshine of the afternoon. Although there was very little time for training, several competitors were clocked in good time. Jack Chappell, the star of the meet, performed brilliantly in winning first place in all the boys' events but one. (Bravo, Jack!) Watson surprised everyone by winning the two-twenty and following Jack in the hundred. Mamie Gray led the girls by winning both the hundred and the fifty yard dashes, doing the hundred in excellent time. (We're with you. Mamie.) Dorothy Vyse upheld the glory of Nelson by placing second in the hundred, and third in the fifty. Enid Bulmer, who holds several records in Inter High School Track, could not dash because of an injured knee, but was the best of the broad-jumpers' and placed third in the high jump. The day ended, as all Normal festivities do. with refreshments. 'Tis said that some of the girls ate as many as six ice creams and as for the boys . BOYS' BASKETBALL THE boys' team representing the school was of the combination type as opposed to star and followers method. We had about a dozen players all of whom could fill in when called upon to do so. The outstanding feature of the group was the use of set plays and controlled defense. Using this method of play, the team played First Church Excelsiors, B. C. champions, but lost to them, 18 to 15, in a good game. The record of games played is fairly bright, and at the same time quite poor. We lost twice to Dunbar and once to the Vikings. On the other hand, we beat the Normal Grads. and gave the Monarchs one of the three defeats in all their league games. One of the most enjoyable contests occurred at the end of teaching week at the Temple- ton Junior High School, and was played before a howling mob of students whose yells of encouragement made things quite exciting. In enumerating the members, it is impossible to write down the names of five regulars and a group of spares, so even was the standard of play. The only exception to this rule is Jack Chappell who played t guai GIRLS' of Norm B" BASKETBALL TEAM THE pride of Normal! Edmonton Grads had better look to their laurels if this team is to continue playing together. Their J playing was superb, but. alas, they were always superbly outplayed. Cellar position would have been keenly fought for but no other team strove to take this honor from the "Bees." Although they were the ketchup of the league they provided some opposition to the other teams. In the last game with the "A's" they actually led at quarter time! Have they an alibi for their defeats? A good one? "Lack of school support," wailed the girls, "there goes another game." '~1k* """ LIFE-SAVING IN December Miss Nellie Mellish entered a class for the Bronze Medallion, all of"whom passed very creditably. Those who passed are: Miss Grace Jamieson, Miss Kay Cather, Miss Sylvia Chester, Miss Jean Knight and Miss Margaret Lyon. Miss Nellie Mellish obtained her Honorary Instructor's Certificate. Miss Betty Turnbull intends to take her Award of Merit in the spring. The following have classes practising for the Bronze award which they hope to put through in the spring. Miss Kay Cather. instructor. Class: Miss Evah Chase, Miss May Fairfoull, Miss Elsie Currie, Miss Mary Bryant, Miss May Davis and Miss Ethel Beamish. Miss Betty Turnbull, instructor. Class: Miss Mary Price, Miss Isabelle Quayle, Miss Bunty Renwick, Miss Evelyn Wei " Miss Anni .ley. Miss Jean Knight, Tuck, Miss Enid I Miss Mai Marjorie Bro\ Dorothy Price and Miss Elva ■ rructor. Class: Miss Alberta Johnstone, bel Henderson, Miss Iva Gleave, Miss Nan tgomery. Miss Aileen Lockhart-Smythe, Iiss Dorothy Calvert. structor. Class: Miss Rhoda Mailes, M'ss nie MacMurray, Miss Ivy Walker, Miss : Wilson and Miss Winnie Rae. Fosters Fi ne Furs Oldest Fur House in B. Designers and Makers A style for every woman creating an air of individ essential to the fitted uality well dr to he n patt essed v particular type, erns which is an Call to se e our selection PHONE SEYMOUR 6320 706 SEYMOUR ST. The New GRESHAM Full Fash- $- 29 ioned Pure Silk Stocking with the * I pair Latest Style FRENCH HEEL. x EVERYTHING FOR SPORT WE PLAY THE GAME INDOORS AND OUT George Sparling Sporting Goods 718 ROBSON STREET VANCOUVER, B.C. The Modern Girl Selects her beauty shop with the same discrimination she uses in choosing her clothes. Our shop and operators meet in every Artist's Permanent Wave, $10 The HAIRDRESSING ANNEX 470 Hastings West at Richards (Upstairs) GRADUATE equipped Priming nctioris successful. Our Social Departments to provide for'all your needs in Stationery and Wedding. At Home and Reception Cards GEHRKE'S Bridr5a„scrs 566 SEYMOUR STREET Programs T BADMINTON IE game of pushfeathers comma last fall. A club was formed, Mi president and Mr. Perry Dickens holidays arrived, however, with o Miss Varseveld and Mr. MacLe Owing to the mid-term graduatic were not declared in the other sec Jo Varseveld being elected n, secretary. Players were raws were arranged. The Christmas ly one championship being declared, n having won the mixed doubles. 1 of some of the players, champions Tuesday, April 1st, found members of the staff and club journey ing to White Rock to fulfil a challenge to a tournament. Play wa very close during the evening. The mixed doubles finished 8 all, White Rock forged ahead in the men's doubles to win the tournai 13-10. We challenged them to a return engagement in our gym am April 16th hostilities were renewed. Being on our own floor we an advantage and finished on the long end of a 15-9 score. but had w HEN Basketball v, gym a number of ing of Mr. Martir i been known to s< played in the gyrr ' ng chiefly, 2 VOLLEY BALL was over Volley Ball speedily drew to the >f keen supporters, who, with the able coach- in, have made greal and t Volley B; it does, ii the net It has been suggested that s V be required to play on their kn the net to drop the ball proves disi Of course, as in all games, se Kent has perfected an infallible si over her head, while Isabel Yarro' Kathleen Keen is also suppos V, Fred Hardy and Adam Reid k resting game to ied poses, leaps, ice great mirth among the players. : of the lanky members of Class since their habit of reaching over ly annoying to the opposing side. 1 bright stars have arisen. Connie e to send the ball out of bounds claimed by all to be a good little o be a keen shot and as for Class CHESS GAMES WITH U.B.C. mlta chess During the latter part of the school year i games were started between P. N. S. and the members of the Un Club. Mr. Ewing, assisted by Mr. Wilson, led our forces. Varsity final examinations caused a break in the battle, and time of writing the games have not been finished. We feel justified, however, in saying that we have at least held our own on both boards. the G^ ' VERY Wednesday Mr. mers to Canadian Merr inder his watchful eye impossible. The vlartin's car went packed with swim- rial tank. There, from 3:30 to 4:30, nd helping guidance we went through lid do many things formerly thought , held c : of the swimming season was the inter-class i March 26. Representatives competed from each class. Classes VI and VII combined efforts, since only four could swim at a time in the tank, and we did not want to take time with eliminations. Class II carried off the honors with twenty-seven points, while, pressing them all the way, Class IV followed with twenty-three points. Class III did not prove itself as able in swimming as in other sports events and came third, most of its points being won by Miss Grace Jamieson. Miss Betty Turnbull deserves credit for her fine work in getting points for Class IV. The boys put up a very good showing, being divided ffito two teams, Mr. Chappell's and Mr. Hardy's. Mr. Chappell's team came first in all but the diving, when Mr. Hardy scored against Mr. Horbury. A very interesting which afforded m Murray won this i the progran The program :s took part. vas followed by ; ators. Miss Mamie Mac . .. _s under the very able guidance of Mr. Martin, judges for the swimming were: Mr. Martin, Mr. Hall, and Mr. Wes and judging the diving were Miss Maynard, Miss Gwen Cather, Miss Dorothy Turnbull. CHESS otice the gai JVfusic and T)rama is nd i ERVANT of those livii messages that "I AM MUSIC" aster am I; servant of those dead and master Through me spirits immortal speak the ke the world weep, and laugh, and wonder, 1 thes story that da: iven. I am tl lie dyin; of 1. I ; th r ) the i I call , the story c which palls their lips. image alt iate, the story that saves, upon which prayers flo; ,rer the field of battle v. and when the : home, I l nd through r gra- from the id whisper to depths, I open the living. One I serve as I serve all; and the king I make my slave as easily as I subject his slave. I speak through the birds of the air, and insects ■of the field, the crash of waters on rock-ribbed shores, the sighing of wind in the trees, and I am even heard by the soul that knows me in the clatter of wheels on city streets. I know no brother, yet all men are my brothers. I am the father of the best that is in them, and they are the fathers of the best that is in me; I am of them, and they are of me. For I a God. I 3 . Mus Y Miss MISS CONEY a silk purse out of a sow's ear;" yet you, undertook the stupendous task of teaching i hundred ignorant and unappreciative Normal students. How often you must have felt discouraged as you looked into a roomful of blank faces! How often must you have been devoutly thankful that Mendelssohn could not hear us as we desecrated his immortal works! Now I should continue by saying that School with a thorough knowledge of all forgetting Curwen's Modulator and the ii alas! is impossible. But although there are i know the doh-la interval, and to whom the will always remain a profound mystery, w< higher ideals of music as a whole, a richer i and, what is most important, a desire to lear we shall all leave Noi the five music books, evitable time-tests. lany of us who will n ntricacies of the "tafa shall carry away wit nderstanding of harm< CHOIR ACTIVITIES THE students and their friends have been treated to an enjoyable musical evening twice during the year. On December 19th, the choir and orchestra, directed by Miss Coney, presented an evening of Christmas music. Miss Carpenter read a paper on the origin of Christmas, which was illustrated by the different classes of the school. Two delightful solos by Miss Hall and Miss Chilton, "The Annunciation," by Miss Chilton and Messrs. Chappell and Neufeld, and "The Three Kings of Orient," by Messrs . Mclntyre, Neufeld, Smith and Sanders, rounded out an enjoyable programme, on which were, of course, old favorites such as "Nowell" and "Immanuel." On March 28th, we spent "An Evening with Mendelssohn." From a paper read by Miss Dixon we learned much of the life and works of this great composer, and listened with greater understanding to such of his compositions as were rendered by choir and orchestra. Miss Chilton sang "O Rest in the Lord" from that immortal oratorio "Elijah," while Miss Vyse's rendering of "On Wings of Song" was enjoyed by everyone. Miss Walker interpreted in dance the charming "Spring Song," and Miss Hurum showed us another mood of Mendelssohn in "Rondo Capriccioso." A chorale from the "Hymn of made itful ling. s Coney, exasperated at studen n't sung a note this period?" barrassed student: "Er, I have s Coney: "That has nothing to do with "But s feel the bea irith- iingmg. y foot." PRIMARY NURSERY RHYME Mary had a little lamb, Her father shot it dead; And now it goes to school with her Between two chunks of bread. COMMUNTY SINGING VISITORS at the Normal have been startled, on Thursdays, by weird sounds coming from the auditorium. On making inquiries they have found that for one brief hour a week Jake Neufeld has charge of the students. It seems that Jake has hypnotic powers which he has learned from Jack Chappell, his predecessor at the Thursday noon functions. This hypnotic power Jake uses to make the students do his bidding, and, being of a musical turn, he herds them into the lecture hall where he dominates their minds to the extent that they disturb the Jake has an intimate acquaintance with the contents of Book V— especially with the "Anvil Chorus" and "Rachel, Rachel," also "Begone. Dull Care." These selections resound through the academic halls with shocking regularity and often in shocking time. Moreover, certain members of Class V, whose minds are too powerful to be submerged by the mesmeric influence of Mr. Neufeld, have been known still further to disturb the peace. These certain members, well-known in singing circles, have at times taken it upon themselves to improvise a descant. The harmony of their descant can scarcely be imagined and certainly can never be appreciated except by those with the most sophisticated i music is like an appetite for olives—i But notwithstanding all this. ghtly > bee ;ider A liking for s lunity singing has been the approval of Miss Coi ENCOURAGE MUSIC jJjP- STUDY » w Uf1 (^oHE study of music besides ^^^of life's greatest enjoyment the memory and powers of con making study a pleasure. giving s. deve Music's ideally ind a Mas suited for cal instrum on « Risch bringing Pianc DIRECT FROM OUR FACTORY-TO-YOUR-HOME Terms to Suit Any Income MASON & RISCH LTD. '38 GRANVILLE STREET (Vancouver Block] VANCOUVER, B.C. NELSON—513 Ward StreM. Box 615 THE LITERARY SOCIETY NO school is quite complete without a Literary Society. Surely no other society plays such an important part in Normal School life. As a rule, "Lit" meetings were held every fortnight, on a Friday afternoon. The interesting programmes during the fall term proved the wisdom of the students in electing Mr. Burritt president. Miss Pollitt vice-president, and Miss W. Hall secretary. These officers, with the aid of the Executive, did splendid work in presenting programmes of various kinds. One programme worthy of especial note was presented by Classes VI and VII, who rendered the pretty operetta, "Snowdrop and the Dwarfs," so successfully that it was planned to repeat it for the Model School. The illness of Miss McGrath, the leading lady, prevented this however. In the spring term, the work of the society was ably carried on with Mr. Clark as president. Mr. Clare as vice-president, and Miss Renwick as secretary. Of all the meetings held this term, undoubtedly the most interesting was that presented by the members of Classes II and V. This meeting, a "Trip Around the World," took us to hear the darkies sing in Alabama, to see the winsome peasant girls of Holland dance, and to watch the Chinese students in the process of acquiring knowledge. An innovation during the second term was the introduction of a school paper, to be read at the meetings. Owing to the regrettable illness of Mr. Mcintosh, the inter-class debates were cancelled, but Class V put on a debate. "Resolved that Canada Would Benefit if the British Empire Were an Economic Unit," in which Messrs. Kirkby, Wilson, Clark and Fitzpatr'ck distinguished themselves. A few weeks later we heard another debate in which Misses Gray and Chilton ably defended "Cultural Education in the High Schools" against the onslaughts of Messrs. Kirkby and Clark. In concluding this report, let us give credit where credit is due. Without the executive, the students could have done nothing; without student co-operation, the executive would have been helpless. Both would have been handicapped without the invaluable advice of our Faculty advisers: Miss Coney, Miss Bollert. Mr. An:tey, Mr. Hall, and Mr. Mcintosh. THE DRAMATIC SOCIETY AT THE suggestion of several students this branch of the Literary Society was formed. Miss Chilton was asked by the Executive to take charge of the organization. A general meeting was held, at which the members were divided into four groups, each of which was to elect a leader, and produce a short play during the Spring term. The first play to be produced was by Group 3, under the direction of Miss Dixon, whose play, "The Game of Adverbs," was much enjoyed by the student body. Messrs. Lyons, Hardy, and Burritt, with the remainder of the cast, gave a creditable performance, especially so as any such extra-curriculum activity necessitates a great sacrifice on the part of those concerned. Miss Rea'j group. Group 2, presented a delightfully entertaining hour with "Ici On Parle Francais." Mr. and Mrs. Spriggins, played by Miss Carpenter and Mr. Lyons, interpreted their parts well, while the Major (Mr. Chappell) and his wife (Miss Wilson) proved adequate foil for the lovers, (Miss Pearson and Mr. Coop). Group 4. under Miss Yarrow, presented "The Necktie Hero" at a Literary meeting, starring Miss McPhee, Miss Varsefeld, and Mr1. Group 1 were obliged to cancel their play owing to unavoidable In all, the workjnvolved in the organization has been adequately offset by the pleasure which it has afforded to both players and a England, the 14th century, there \ French, Latin and Saxi combined ? 1 language ous dialects, divided the country into many sections, the boundaries defined by the differences in tongue. A language that could be under^ stood by all was made necessary for edicts and proclamations and gradually a dialect grew up out of this babel, and to distinguish it from others it was called "The King's English." Chaucer, being much about the court, learned this style and used it for his writings.—And this conglomeration was the foundation of our English language. —Reader's Digest. trying to get o n: "Where do i Mr. J. Chappell came home one night and burst right in on tea, and overheard the remark, "Oh, yes, Jack is a model husband Not being sure of his vocabulary, he consulted the dictionary ar found: "Model—A small imitation of the real thing." . o* CLASS III PARTY November 1st, Class III herd the first class party of tl I very enjoyable evening was afforded many Normal s ind their friends. The evening was spent in dancing, tb lpplied by Barney Potts' "Sun Dodgers." The genet as Miss Gray, who, assisted by Miss F. Morrison and 1 , skilfully made all the arrangements for the evening's le gymnasium was artistically decorated with gold a: :s issuing from a Chinese lantern suspended from the ci CLASS PARTY—CLASSES II AND IV lmg. 10:30 the d the Cafeteria when CLASS V PARTY CLASS V held their dance in the Normal G ber29th, 1929. Despite the fog and rain there was a fai was enjoyed by all, including the patrons a Miss Maynard, Mr. Mcintosh, Mr. Ans and Mr. Martin. The decorations were planned and ; Tony Kokoros was responsible for the m tickets. wd and the dar H Mr. Hall. Mr. Ew NOT even Mr. Weston would be expected to fill artistically that vast bare expanse that is our gym—but Classes II and IV succeeded in hiding its ugly construction lines with pretty decorative lines, under the able leadership of Mai Davis and Billy McPhee. They prepared a pleasing setting for sudtuxevelry—a low hung ceiling draped with serpentine; a pennant here and there, a cozy corner with lounging chairs, bridge tables and lamp. But the dominant interest was the color of the smart sport costumes—red blazers, pleated skirts, berets, sweaters and white flannels— aj the dance took the form of a "Co-ed." One feels confident that Miss Bollert would have no criticism to make on the suppression of impulses. The stimulus, the peppy musicians, and program attended to by Mamie McMurray and Muriel Dixon, got pleasing responses—a happy laugh, a whirl, a hop, a kick, a dazzling smile, a merry flow of conversation. The orchestra members took a well-earned rest while the dancers swam through the rain to the cafeteria—where novel refreshments had been provided by May Fairfoull and Sarah McWhinney. In order that you may have some definite evidences of the success of our "Co-ed," here they are, from "Normal" professors. 1. _ "I'm having a wonderful time—my program's not half long 2. "A very successful dance—by far the best yet." 3. "The best time I've had in twenty years." of a "Dutch Dutch Treat ng. CLASS VI AND VII THE dance held by Classes VI and VII in the Non March the 14th, was an original idea in the shape Treat Co-ed." March the 14th, was an original idea in the shape of a ' Coed." The Dutch idea was carried out by the Dutch blue : decorations and by the novel Dutch costumes of the host Hurum and Miss Shuttleworth. The conveners were: Refreshments, Miss Doroth' Programme, Miss Pat Grossman; Decorations, Mary Waine. The patrons and patronesses were: Mr. and Mrs. E and Mrs. Hall, Miss Bollert and Miss Maynard. After VON LUFFLY EEFNING the jolly crowd broke up at about 1 2 o'clock. THE SEMI-ANNUAL BALL From 9:00 p.m.—1:00 a.m. ON November 15 th, the first Normal School semi-annual ball was held at the Alma Academy. As Len Chamberlain's snappy orchestra played modern drags, fox trots, etc., the students dropped the "classroom air and dignity": and between dances played that little game of hide and seek. Many exclamations of rage were heard as the music started and partners were still missing. At 11:30 the crowd made a rush for the banquet room, where refreshments were served on daintily decorated tables. The appetizing "refuelling" did not, however, detain the dance enthusiasts unduly. They returned to the auditorium and clamored for more music. The Athletic Executive were fortunate in having for patrons and patronesses: Miss Maynard, Miss Bollert, Mr. and Mrs. Anstey, Mr. and Mrs. Ewing, and Mr. and Mrs. Martin. To them the Athletic Executive would like to offer its thanks. THE be thi THE SPRING seems to be tl better than the fall dance therefore the dancing wa; their best form, and the lefit upposedly frying i Mr. and Mrs vlr. and Mrs. An "SEMI-ANNUAL" at the spring semi-: The Alma was I more pleasant. L certainly i hey had newly decorated the platform in a con- :yle, consisting of everything from unpeeled potatoes, ifles and chickenhawks. and Mrs. Martin, Mr. and Mrs. Hall, llert and Mr. Robinson acted as our "'Individuality Rules the Wattes" gioen at MAISON HENRI Phone Seymour 3631 550 Granville Street The Largest and Oldest Permanent Wave Shop. Our prices are moderate, viz.: $7.50. $10. $12.50 and $15.00. Our Permanents are Perfect- Try one and you will agree vith v inger Waving larcel Waving hadow Waving F of 30 skilled Paper Curl r Haircutting Departi Weston and Mr. patrons and patronesses. Mr enjoying themselves .mmensely with one (or more) of the prospective teachers. The programme had been well planned, as had the refresh) which seemed to add to the evening's enjoyment. ied i NORMAL HIKES IT IS well known that the students of the Vancouver Normal School have a great love for all the works of nature. They have been known to go into raptures amounting almost to hysterics over a butterfly or a worm. They have laughed themselves sick at bird plays and have shaken the heavens with deep lamentations over the death of a pet nature project. Then, what could be more natural than that these same students should make frequent excursions into Mother Nature's vast, untamed dom , wher To Capilano fall, to Lynn Valley, and up the Grouse f hikers in search of specimens of the ttended with the keenest pleasure and Union Steamships OFFER A SERIES OF DELIGHTFUL SUMMER CRUISES =S£a2P f-tyk ■^^K; ALL PICNIC FACILITIES AT Sfflfl ENJOY YOUR VACATION BOWEN ISLAND AND SECHELT m M§|§|jf7 AT S AR PICi- ON THE UNION LINE s.s. •• BOWEf _ADY ALEXANDER" i ISLAND, THE POPUL S(UG COVE IC RESORT 5 and Hotel Resen City Office, 793 Granville St., Sey. 9331 Union Dock: Trinity 1321 a hike farther afield, the Stanley Park, admired the ta'ned at the hi touching renditic Later, when inclement weather preventec udents enjoyed an afternoon walk arounc unset from Prospect Point, ani were enter of Pauline Johnston's burial place by ; f the finest works of the native poetess. In the spring term, Grouse Mountain, Hollyburn Ridge, and Capilano commanded the attention of the hikers. Of the trips to Hollyburn and Grouse, both of which were thoroughly enjoyable, the most noteworthy point was the keen delight all evinced in ski-ing. Children of Nature themselves for the moment, the s.udents apparently attempted to merge themselves with Nature's bountiful blanket, or at least to submerge themselves in it. At any rate, judging from their appearance afterwards, they succeeded admirably in both. A FAREWELL We, the student body of the Normal School, who have participated and revelled in these hikes wish, as we leave the scene that for the last ten months has been both our joy and our grief, to thank Mr. Martin whose thoughtful patronage has made our excursions possible. To Mr. Weston also, we extend our thanks and to all other members of the staff who have accompanied us. To those who have nvssed the hikes, we who have enjoyed them accord our sincerest sympathy—for there is engendered in the great outdoors a "get-together" spirit, a freedom, a sacred "cameraderie" not seen nor heard, but felt. And so with this in our minds—"Farewell." D. M. FITZPATRICK. PSSSP! Pffi ADVANCE NOTICES The social event of the season will take place on June 2nd. when the girls, with the help of Miss Maynard and Miss Coney, will hold their garden party on the school lawn. The girls (with the exception of a few who will not have the temerity to appear) will wear their masterpieces—the dresses over which they have struggled for long, weary hours (?) Miss Coney is arranging a programme to last from 1.15 to 3.00 p.m. The different classes are to sing for us. And do we hear strange rumors of Oscar flitting around in "Pyramus and Thisbe"? I assure you, we are looking forward to this. From 3:00 until 4:00, refreshments will be served, which have been arranged by the girls with Miss McWhinney as convener. Tea will be poured by Miss Bollert, Miss Jones, Mrs. Anstey, Mrs. Weston, Mrs. McLean, and Mrs. Martin. THE PICNIC The Annual Picnic is to be held at Bowen Island on June 6th— the boat to leave at 9 a.m., and return at 6 p.m. The day will be devoted to swimming, boating, and tennis. Having heard of past enjoyable Normal picnics, we are looking forward to this one, . . . and hoping that it will not rain! MR. HOWLETT Has anyone ever seen Mr. Howlett minus his well-known smile? He has been at Normal much longer than any of us, but he is still able to see the pleasant side of life. He has seen many classes come and go. Perhaps he has learned, with Tennyson's Brook, to laugh at the frailty of human nature. At any rate he carries on, he laughs and— more than that—he lends a hand. MR. COCROFT Let us suppose that Mr. Cocroft growled at us when we went in search of the ladder; that he sternly bade us leave suddenly when we invaded his sanctum sanctorum in search of stage scenery; that he abruptly requested us to let him alone when we asked for the keys on Saturday morning; that he failed to see the importance of the latest project: let us, in short, suppose that Mr. Cocroft is not Mr. Cocroft. MR. LEWIS Making things grow that should grow, and discouraging those things that shouldn't—but persist in doing so—is a task that calls for skill and still greater persistants A visit to the greenhouse shows how it is done, and if we want a few special tips, we have only to ask Mr. Lewis. His activities extend beyond our walls and some of the results of his handiwork may be seen in the Courthouse plots. T HIS ye: Cro THE JUNIOR RED CROSS , for the first time since the Great War, a Junior Red aciety was organized. This came as a result of a gift of finely embroidered handkerchiefs, sent to the school by the Bulgarian Red Cross Society. In order to reciprocate this gift, an organization meeting was held for the formation of the Junior Red Cross. At this meeting, on January 22nd, an interesting talk was given by Miss A. B. Jamieson, who is associated with the Canadian Red Cross. Miss Bollert very willingly acted as organizer of the society. The following is the executive: Superintendent, Miss Bollert: Asst. Superintendents, Miss Maynard, Miss Jones: President, Mamie Gray; Vice-President, Grace Carpenter: Secretary, Marion Tulloch: Treasurer, Doreen Pollitt; Convener of Programme Committee, Mai Davis. On March 13 th the Junior Red Cross held an open meeting which was conducted as an example of a Junior Red Cross meeting which could be held in a rural school. The main part of the program was a health play, "The Defeat of King Disease." The last activity to date of the Society is a "School Portfolio" to be sent to Bulgaria. This portfolio is to give some conception of the work done in our school. The portfolio is to include: 1. An Art Book of Brush Drawings and Posters. 2. A Primary Handwork Book. 3. A Clothing Book. ^ 4. A Nature Specimen Book. 5. A Geography Project. 6. A Snapshot Book including snaps of the city,, the school, and the hikes. This was completed and sent on April 16, 1930. IN OUR NORMAL GARDENS In the spring the youthful fancy Lightly turns to thoughts of tulips, Then the blood flows hot and dancey; e did plant radishes a Lovely romance NO, WE did not plant tulii —many long straight ro\ Observers were much amused for several days about the middle of April by a strange spectacle in the grounds of the Normal—a spectacle such as had never before been seen in the history of the present Rakes, hoes, students, and Mr. Martin milled about in the garden —seeds were thrown about—general tumult was the order of the day. And now when the young plants have forced their way through the soil—wonder of wonders—the rows are straight. Am APPRECIATION OF ART AS A layman in matters artistic I have often been puzzled, and in this regard I think that my experience is a very general one, by the discrepancy which exists between my own enjoyment of a work of Art and the judgment of more competent critics. When I am greatly moved by a piece of music or a poem which the critics denounce as being sentimental, I am often inclined to think these men suffer from jaded taste; they are weary and respond to nothing but the novel and strange. ' Yet on the other hand, when I go to a concert and see people obviously enjoying the most banal of drawing room ballads and applauding vigorously, I have no hesitation in condemning the music as cheap sentimental rubbish. Under such circumstances I should strongly resent being told that my tastes were jaded and would reply that, having learnt to appreciate finer work, I was repelled and digusted by the sickening commonplace sentimentality of the poorer. The person whose tastes are less cultivated than mine is just as puzzled by my judgment as I am by the judgment of the man who has advanced beyond me. We both say, the work moves me deeply, what more can I ask? CI Dsely related to this problem is that other puz2 le of the layman —why will artists break a ^ay from a fam liar well-tr ied tradit ion and develop forms which we c annot understand? If the function of Art is to express, why does the artist hide his r neaning frc >m us in strange, ys when he has, re i appre- ciate fu ly? And again, f Art is designe d to prodi ice an en response , why are we so c ritical of, shall we say, tr e drawing room ballad a vhich produces very effectively an response m the majority of mankind? We feel that there s a difference in kind, a real qualitat ve difference betwe an the obviously sentimenta 1 in Art \ nd that which is disciplined and fine. We feel that the first is enervating, that it clogs the palate, softens the moral fibre and is merely self-indulgence, while we value the second because it refines, stimulates, and intensifies our highest qualities, yet we very often find that work which we value as being fine is decried by others as being sentimental and sugary, which ceems to indicate that the difference between the Art which refines and the Art which clogs may be a subjective difference. I think that psychology can help us with these problems. Most psychologists are agreed that to feel an emotion without allowing that emotion to find an outlet in action is an extremely bad thing. An emotion is always coupled with a readjustment of bodily organs to facilitate action, and indicates the mobilization of the forces of the individual to prepare him for intense activity. Anger affects the adrenalin secretions and causes the muscles to receive increased supplies of glycogen, while parental affection, compassion and hate, all- are paralleled by functional excitement and release stores of energy in the main and other parts of the body. It seems, then, that to play upon the emotions is a most pern'cious form of self-indulgence which will result in the energy associated with them being wasted and diverted from its proper channels where it should originate and sustain vigorous effort when needed. To stimulate emotions without using them will fatigue and weaken them leaving the individual jaded and softened in fibre. I Now the insincere practitioner- of any Art does just this. He discovers the conventions and forms which can most easily arouse emotional response and builds his work, whether it be a poem, a novel, or a piece of music upon them, so that his public can hardly fail to respond. A person may approach the work in question in an entirely passive, lazy way and will get the emotional Turkish Bath without any effort on his part. The sentimental poet is the poet who uses words and phrases which have, from long continued use such a strong emo- **YT #- -*Pr.&S -Haf GALLEON 1600 HISTORY VISUAL AID POSTERS BY STUDENTS : being unable to repr le of the coloured ones Prairie Schooner by Jean Knight, Class VI. Galleon. 1600, by J. Horbury, Class V. Elizabethan Pikeman by Mildred Nay, Class VII. 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All interviews confidential. j Prudential Trust Company Ltd. Executors—Administrators—Trustees GEORGE S. GAMBLE, Manager 456 SEYMOUR STREET VANCOUVER, B.C. iciated with them that they can hardly fail to produce response. The sentimental musician does something very similar, using old familiar chords, phrases and cadences to produce a facile response. By using the well established and familiar he is able to leave us in lazy passivity and still play upon our emotions. One's only protection against such stuff is to have learnt sufficient of the Art, not necessarily in any formal sense, but by thoughtfully experiencing the best available, to be able to recognize its commonplace insincerity. Keeping this principle in mind, it is easy to understand why artists are compelled, periodically, to break away from the old familiar forms and the old conventions, since if they retain them they find it increasingly difficult to avoid unconscious imitation of what has gone before and still more difficult to produce a work which cannot be enjoyed passively, a condition which all sincere artists shun with horror. Now true artistic appreciation is an intensely ad ing individual attention and the sharpening of a perception and understanding to the highest degre tand- ■ sharing i It i ity of the appreciation of the fineness of his insight and the disciplined strength of his craftmanship and thus our gaining a reflection of his joys of achievement. Appreciation is really sympathetic recreation. Our emotion is then compounded of this sympathetic joy of achievement and the joyous and chastening recognition of human effort on its highest level, sincere, disciplined, sure and strong. Before the greatest of Art we are filled with a proud humility, that we too are men, for we have caught a glimpse of man in his most godlike state, creating beauty out of chaos. That i why prepare and t can glimpse the hui perhaps seems to b emands tha o understar t behind it , that . far This effort behind it do we really apprecia be an extreme statement to those of us who react rently a spontaneous thrill to great Art, but consider how entirely unmoved the naif and uncultivated person is before much of what we consider is simple, direct, and strong beauty. Show such a person an example of Greek sculpture and he would probably say, "Quite nice, but not so lifelike as the wax figures in Madam Tussaud's." He would be unable to recognize the simple, strong, and disciplined human effort, or the intense love of the human body, and the responsiveness to plastic form and line which must have gone into Consider the t ith which w -j, weakened dicate that v s- control his in technique e recognize medium, to unbalanced and The cultivation of taste is simply a n latter of training oneself to -ecognize and evaluate in Art the human effort behind it, and this mplies an intellectual discipline. When w e approach Art in this way Dur emotional response is ennobling and ! strengthening, for not only s it harnessed to vigorous effort, but by its very intensity it impels is to embrace to ourselves, to make our c wn, those Roman qualities which we recognize in the artist. Moreov er, the further our study of :he Arts continues, the more fully shall we share in the creative activity sf the Artist and consequently, the richer •* vill be our experience. GORDON CLARK. CLASS V. USE Unstey's 'VISUAL- AIDS DESTRUCTIVE Watch the board while I go through it again. "What's a Grecian Urn?" "About $25 a week if he c CASCADE LAUNDRY & DRY CLEANERS LIMITED SEYMOUR 4672 Fully Equipped Dry Cleaning Department SUCCESS TO THE STUDENTS of 1929-30 All the Portraits and Group Photos in this Annual were made by the King Studio, 311 Hastings West, Vancouver. Duplicate orders ca 1046 had from all negat HARCUS DRUG STORES Prescription Specialists FREE DELIVERY r. 16th and Heather FAIR. 5048 29th and Dunbar BAY. 5289 The Coal for this School is being supplied by The Economy Coal and Supply Co. Office and Yard: 1629 MAIN STREET PHONE: SEYMOUR 1863—FAIRMONT 2144 Nanaimo-Wellington and the Famous Blue Flame Sootless Coal All Kinds of Wood Heat the ECONOMY-cal way ^©CI CONCERNING HUMOR Dictionary Definition: HUMOUR—The moisture or fluids of animal bodies: a quality which delights in ludicrous or mirthful ideas. F is very hard to define. I have consulted most of the diet and read two very serious books on the significance and polit: Of the ral c itside s of humour, but in all of them the idea has of words. been lost in a clumsy group Though it is hard to define humour, have seen a great many comedians and cor a handful were humorous. I laughed at while I am still chuckling at the few humo it is fairly easy to locate. I riedies, but of all these only and forgot the funny ones, All school annuals have their humor S( extracts from the Province "Ragbag." Ir endeavoring to be different: most of the inc during school hours, or were told around them please remember that to appreciate mind the circumstances under which it oo them aloud, you will then more nearly cr •ctions. sometimes filled with idents printed here happened the school. So in reading :urred. In conclusion, read eate the original conditions. O. BURRITT. : who left n Quainton. From his first address: "I complimented these tv dng engaged by saying, 'Y< study of love'." When the League of Natic Pupil: 'If I ) young i have e: is was fir ague of privileged mpression ladies who le •.changed the 1 probably, wa; se of English." Soi "While.walking do' we do hang t 'Second Han Nations won' nore history!" ainton spoke on n Victoria I notic ys thought a crea ii Snaps.' Just what I should Inb-Jnn ifeautg f arlar Special Steam Oil Wave, $5.00 Your choice of Croquignole, Spiral or Combination with Ringlet Ends. 17 years practical experience in every class of beauty culture, both in Canada and the United States. "We Please Particular People" SEY. 6908 301-315 OLD ORPHEUM BUILDING 751 Granville Street (Opposite Castle Hotel) INSIST ON THE BEST KEYSTONE BRAND SCHOOL SUPPLIES Manufactured by SMITH, DAVIDSON & WRIGHT Ltd. VANCOUVER AND VICTORIA, B.C. EXTRACTS FROM NEWSPAPERS, ETC. A California paper: "Self made man arrived in CalifonD :s ago with one shirt to his back—Now has millions." What who v the \ late friend; New zd to the memory of Sandy of the Leith by a few affec- version of "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star "Scintillate, scintillate, globule vivific, Oft have I pondered thy nature specific. Poised unsupported in ether capacious Strongly resembling a gem carboi a Methodist preacher's prayer: "O God, if there be a spark in our hearts, water that spark!" GRAMMATICALLY SPEAKING Mr. Robinson: "Take the present. I have posted ten letters this nth. The present goes back to the t me the first letter was posted e letters are still here." Several Members of Class V (In inison, feeling their pockets) nfortunately, yes." Burritt: "Yes, Lord Nelson explored in the Arctic. Can you nam one now exploring the Antarctic (Richard Byrd) ? Grade III Pupil: "The Katzenjammer Kids." Reg. Burrows had practically finished a lesson on the phonogra 'th'\ "Now class, give me some words with the 'th' sound." 1st Boy: "These." 2nd Boy: "The." Little Girl: "Thoop." Rudy Wiley: "Can you explain how the camel can go for dai hout water?" McBride Pupil: "It lives on the water in its hump." Wiley: "What does the driver do for water?" Same Pupil: "Oh he sticks a knife into the hump." Mr. Martin: "What is steam?" Voice from back: "Water crazy with the heat ^WHPi" |fji%4i»V* Mr. Robin i when I say Oscar: "P Teacher (trying to explain the word ate your father and mother what would } Billy: "An orphan, mum." lease tell me what bal"): "Billy, if down and cut y First Memb of these kids woi . Second Mer >od (at end of health lesson) : "No- r finger what would you do?" "Please teacher, cry." of Class V (In Junior High School Cal d sooner fight than eat." ser: "They seem to be quite fond of e if you fel Mr. Martin: "We should teach our pupils to count rhythmically; example. 75c, $1.00, $1.25, $1.50, $1.75, $2.00, $2.25, $2.50." Burritt (awakening from profound contemplation): "Sold:" THE QUESTION it to go to the Junior High next week. THEY KEEP EXTRAS A teacher of the Lower Fraser had received back her pupils' personal history forms. The occupation of Micky's father rather surprised her but, understanding heredity somewhat, she now could guess why Micky was so dumb. His form ran: Nationality of Mother . English Nationality of Father...-.. -English Occupation of Father U.B.C. Extra Ass. She : Oh, plea : Da He: Can you She : Yes. He: Is it "yes She : No; I d( Scandal: When Class V visited the Junior High a glance school paper revealed the fact that the school police had arr Normal student. And Class IV comes before Class V. Teacher, exasperated at pupil's ever-ready foolish answers: "Mary, Dn't believe you could tell me how far up is." Student, after a few moments serious thought: "How far up do Kokoros: "Do you like Kipling?" Irvine (With his mind on golf) : "I don't kn< a pupil who belived that an octopus was of its nine lives. This pupil also thought the son of Old King Cole. The golfing member of Class IV reports a practical use for phase of music. When she gets bunkered all she says is "One. t three, fore. Doh, doh—oh—oh—do de, doh, DOH!" Teacher: "What did you say?" Pupil: "Nothing." Teacher: "Of course, but how did you express it this time?" "Well, Granny, how did you like your first talking picture?" "It was very good, but I did like those old unspeakable i much better." Special sale Saturday—Turnips, apples, flour, chestnuts. The early bird gets the worm. Anna Hall: "Aren't you worried about that 50c you owe me for the decoration?" Grace Jamieson: "No, what's the use of us both worrying about ON TIME ALL THE TIME Union Servio Head Office: DAVIE—DOUG. 3032 Better Work for Less Money LET US MAKE YOUR OLD CLOTHES NEW did shake and their MORAN DRUG STORES Dispensing Chemists SCHOOL STATIONERY, TOILET GOODS, KODAKS SUPPLIES Corner Main Street and 7th Avenue ' Phone Fairmon Corner Broadway and Cambie Street Phone Fairmon VANCOUVER. B.C. AND 3799 1099 B ClaSS II. (Continued) TEN MONTHS IN THE WILDERNESS EHOLD it was the year 1929. And the children of Class I began their pilgrimage to the Promised Land of Graduat Teachers. And Arthur Anstey I leader, full of wisdom and II were not led astray. And their path led them many days through the plains of classes and lectures. Then did they come to the hill called Teaching-Week. And behold it was a high hill, such that their knees words did stick in their throats. And it came to pass that other tribes joined the pilgrimage, and there was music and feasting. Then was K. Beamish captain, then did many shew themselves in physical prowess. There were the races, both sack and relay, and games and many stunts. But fortune was not with the children of Class II, and they did not win the banner. Howbeit the shouting was loud and the joy great. Then forth went the pilgrimage again and, passing through the desert and over the hills, came at least to the high mountains of Christmas Exams. And behold, there was no pass, but each man had to climb for himself. Then the children of Class II passed through an exceeding dry desert, Teaching-Week-at-Junior-High. Then were they in heaviness, for behold the way was exceeding hard, and the critic teachers compassed them round about. Many times and oft did the tribe rest by the fountain of Friday Lits. Oft did the choir sing sweet music and oft did the flute and harp dispense sweet sounds. In the month of February came the tribes together again and there was feasting and dancing. And behold our team was captained by one Kay Cather, and behold, we just escaped the banner called "Ketchup." One graceful maid called Enid saved us from this. Again the children of Class II pressed on and again they stopped to rest on a day called Class II's Lit. Then did May Fairfoull lead them in fancy to the uttermost parts of the earth. From the east, from the west, from the north, and from the souh came divers singers and actors. And behold our representative Evah toiled long and it was Now was there a dance and the elders came and it was a good dance. And everyone said it was good. Now stretches the desert before us, but lo, in the distance are the green fields and low hills of the Promised Land. Then shall the. children of Class II rejoice because soon will they be busy, doing the task they like. In that land comes monthly a strange parchment inscribed with mystic words. "Pay to S| or order the sum of $90.00." Then will there be great rejoicing. On looking back over the long road we have come, we, the members of Class II can truthfully say how happy and how full the year has been. We have grown wiser and gained more understanding. We are rich in friends and are filled with high hopes for the tasks of next year. During the years to come we shall xemeasher affectionately the instructors whose patience and inspiration have helped us. ClaSS II (Continued) | HE AGE OF MIRACLES Muriel Dixon kept quiet for 5 minutes. Kay Cather sang a solo for Miss Coney. Marj. Brown discovered the plural of 7 to Mai Davis tip-toed down the hall. Mary Bryant and Violet Bruin came every s: Rosalind agreed with h< Velma Campbell walked lei The whole class trouped in Mr. Robinson thought we PIONEERS "British Grenadiers CLASS I (To the Tune of We learn of Simor And hear of John Of Christopher Co And others that yo Who dare the unknown land, Of history tests and rural schools, 'Tis Class II lead the band. Whene're we are commanded To lead the way to war, Our leaders march with visual aids,— We gladly answer "fore!" And though the teachers find us More trouble than the rest; We know they'd rather have us Than any of the best. S. CHESTER. NEW 1. School boards were not int s small slates had to be used. 2. Magna Charta was good ar » was very strong. 3. George Washington was the ;ine was called the locomotive. 4. The opposite of evergreen i 5. Joan of Arc was called J' leans she married Noah. HOWLERS" t introduced un A skeleton is a man with his inside out and his outside Quinine is a barb of a tree; canine is the bark of a dog. Parallel lines never meet unless you bend one or both of th The opposite of flat-chested is hump-backed. A witch is a woman who has to earn her own living, ; msband or anything. ClaSS V' (Continued) ALPHABETIC FINALE OF CLASS V s for Allan, s left us alas, v he's making life dre Our Falstaffia With a tongu He's bound tc oiled like 1 go higher Who looks like he dropped Off a page in old Euclid, Right-angled he flopped. K for Kokoros. Through dark days, his sonj [ is for Maclntyre, e-spatted and Scotch, Life's best things he'll m When sweet lips were ne; He missed . . . Faked i W for Whatmough. His golf is superb, C. stands for Clark, Famed in the Forum. When he starts to argue, I fear we abhor him. D is for Dickson. The Why, Which, and I Why don't the dumbells Why ain't Then, Now? F for Fitzpatrick. Musician's despair. In the art of Folk-dancin Poor Fitz is a bear. Bookseller: "Yes, this book will halve your work in psychology.' Student (from Class V) : "Quick, quick, give me two." ClaSS III (Continued) HALL OF FAME NAME PET EXPRESSION PASTIME MAMIE GRAY Gee! that was funny. Italian long division. GLADYS HOUGHTON-BROWN Oh Boy! Blues crooner. KEEN AND KENT KO Hit it harder. Volley ball. LAURA LANSDOWNE I yove you yots and yots. Playing cootie. MARY LITTLE You big cod-fish! Sis-boom-bawing! KATHLEEN MAUDE Oh—is that right? Lit programs (?) NELLIE MELLISH Don't forget the bird play. Drawing. FLORENCE MORRISON Isn't that coy? Making fish faces. RUTH MacDONALD Say, Margaret ? Sunday School teacher. BERNICE HOUGH My big brother . Driving to Seattle. MARION KIRK I've got a cousin who Drawing (?) MARGARET MOSSEY You pronounce it Mo'ssssy. Making 100's. FIRST CLASS SERVICE ARTISTIC HAIRCUTTING RAZORS HONED LADIES' AND CHILDREN'S HAIRCUTTING A SPECIALTY HAIR DYEING DE LUXE BARBER SHOP TOM PATTERSON, Proprietor 312 Homer Street, at Cordova Vancouver, B.C B. C. School of Pharmacy and Science Tuition for Junior and Senior Matriculation, including practical work ir Physics, Chemistry, and Biology. P. J. BAIN, Principal 615 Pender Street West Phone Seymour 1740 mmmmy^mm LUCILLE WILSON. ISABEL YARROW. ELVIRA ZARELLI. Elvira, with a We deemed yo That t ClaSS IV. (Continued) >uld p rhytb TO. MR. MARTIN Of all the classes that we know In good old P. N. S., Class IV is first without a doubt. Ahead of all the rest; And though we are a lively crowd, Our boast would not be true If we had not Mr. Martin, Who's a true scout through and through. And, when in later hours we dwell On happy Normal days. We'll think of you at every turn In countless, unthought ways; For whene'er we see a Courtis card, Or view a rake or hoe, Our minds will turn with smiling thought To the days we used to know. We've hiked, we've weeded, we've studied our text, And viewed strange things under glass; And sometimes 'tis whispered—it's surely not true— We've been quite a noisy class! But if we are lively we're loyal as well And Class IV—one and all—hold for you, Mr. Martin, the best the future affords And a clasp of the hand warm and true. J. McNAUGHTON. L'ENVOI NOW that it is time to lace up our shoes and put a sign in the window "For Rent", we grieve to break up our happy family and bid "The Old Woman" good-bye. For, like the "Three Little Pigs," we go out to make our way in the world. One may go out and meet a man with a load of straw and say, "Mr. Man. Mr. Man, will you give me some straw to build a school?" The man will give her the straw and she will build a school. Then will come the wicked Inspector to say, "I'll fuss and I'll fume, and I'll blow your hoose doon!" And he will. The little teacher must then wander away without a school. This will indeed be but the rare case with Class IV; for, as we have been assured many times, "people with such ability as those in Class IV" are going to hold their little red school-houses as surely as did the third little pig hold his house of brick. The problem of inspectors and inspectors' reports we are going to overcome as easily as this same little pig overcame his wolf. When we get in those schools far from teaching weeks, reference books, choir practice, and such annoying trifles, we shall be able to recall visual aids, intelligence tests, dog essentials, coffee booklets, and most certainly motivation and problem-project method. "These ideas may become exhausted. Then we shall be able to burrow into our trunks and bring to light an assortment of such thought-inspiring objects as handwork books, seatwork books, newspapers, boxes and We are an optimistic crowd and no doubt shall find our young pupils just as clever at staging a bird play as those birds sitting so demurely on the fence beside our shoe-home. We shall all at sometime try a skit with our promising proteges and we shall then think of track-meets and Class IV's success as skit-producers,—whether it be Bluebeard a la Miss Yarrow or the dramatization of a number as popular as the Toymaker's Dream. All these successes and more are our expectations for the future. Thanks to the kindly advice as well as the instruction which we have received, we feel certain of fulfilling them. Especially to Mr. Martin we would tender our appreciation for the way he has nursed us along from our blissful ignorance to a full consciousness of method and dignity. We regret indeed those pangs we have given him with badly kept registers, extreme volubility, and ill-timed frivolity. We leave for him and Mr. MacLean but one wish, that they may have a more model and erudite class for 1931, but also that they will not forget those who will long remember them,—the class of 1929-30. Unlike the old worn: Who lived in a shoe Mr. Martin has show He kn< s what tc e Wiggy, do. Say it wth a Dance at the Alma ALMA ACADEMY BROADWAY AND ALMA ROAD Insure the success of your Private Dances in the selection of your Hall. The Alma is scientifically constructed so that there is an abundance of fresh air, safeguarding the health of its A. S. McNEIL. Man. Din CARTER'S BEAUTY SHOPPE 817 Granville St. Phone 4688 (Over Bank of Commerce) Full Line of Cosmetics Powder-Blending Service A Shade for Every Complexion Everything in Beauty-Culture including Permanent Waving ClaSS VI (Continued) of creative imagination they build speeding engines—the sirens being supplied by their own discordant shrieks of mirth. These famous actresses are heartily applauded by Edna, Gladys, and Myrtle, who have been analyzing problem-projects for the last sixteen lectures. Now we have a chance to glance at a few of those quieter members who always seem to be busy. Eleanor is making a beautiful cover of clinging roses for that scrap-book of hers. Mae is cleverly cutting out decorative effects for Miss Bollert. Bessie and Kay Haugh are animatedly discussing the best grayed primaries for Mr. Weston and adding the finishing touches to drawings of which Bessie has a host of masterpieces. Pearle and Nellie are feverishly scribbling for Mr. Mac- Lean, filling in all spare seconds with quotations from the much-loved Klapper. Betty Gilders and Olga Fore are twining crepe paper streamers and demonstrating physical jerks as a recreation. lima enters the room: "Gee, girls, it's awful stuffy in here let's open a few windows—what d'you say?" In a second Isabel and a few others raise a dismal howl, "Oh, shut those windows; it's like an ice-box in here!" Meanwhile the doh-doh's have increased in strength, the ranks being swelled by other tremulous members. The taa-tai's and Tallis' Canon are just at the height of perfection when the office door quietly opens and Mr. Hall appears upon the threshold. "Class, do you believe that all this practising is absolutely necessary?—Remember the quotation, 'Her voice was sweet and low.' " He disappears—a hush falls —but not for long! After a few minutes stunt practices begin. To the tuneful song of "One Friday Morn" the noble sailors Jean Knight, Nan Cottrell, Jean Catto, Dot, and a few others led by Director Pat demonstrate rollicking rolls, picturesque hornpipes, and skips honouring the bewitching mermaid Myrtle. Then the whole room engages Mi "Thi Maynard's rserves think dow Blind Mice ard lunj "Europe, Aisia, Italy, Spain!" Gently iterrupt, "Really, girls, we can't hear om." Soon follows a rousing song of / of lusty lungs improvising different Ah, but teaching week!—that's where Class VI shines! A number of us pile into Iva's poor "Eliza Jane" and merrily start away. A little hill rises before us. Lizzie coughs and splutters, makes a gallant but fruitless effort, then stops. "Oh, girls, I'm sure we're out of gas!" "Oh, Iva, we're not!" A wailing chorus rises, but sure enough upon examination the needed fluid is found wanting. Then, as a new version of transportation methods, Eliza is paraded along Main Street by that valiant crew to a friendly gas station. Away we spin, amidst a medley of all the latest songs, back to dear old P. N. S.—the finest school of Autographs Autographs j Autographs : = Autographs -- Autographs ^HBg
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