Central Collegiate Institute - Ye Flame Yearbook (Regina, Saskatchewan Canada)

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Reluctantly the man moved on, past arboreal nooks, through woods of marvelous rustling trees, and so on to a broad way that led to a far-off wall that, contrary to all else about him, was a dull, soft grey. Somehow he felt this wall was to decide a great issue, to lead to something wonderful, but he felt a sudden shrinking although he had no desire to turn back. As he drew closer he saw that it was high, whilst steps led up from the end of the road to the very top. Vlihen he reached them he moved slowly up his steps lagging, yet not from weariness for he had felt no fatigue in all his wandering. He looked down and back often, turning his eyes forward almost unwillingly when he came to the top. Then slowly his eyes passed over a vast panoramic scene. He stood trans- fixed. The other garden, what was it? Beside the beautiful scene before him it was as nothing. Angels moved about, some playing, some reclining but all with gentle, kind faces, which were usually lit up with smilesg and far ahead that wondrous radiance beckoned and called to him, seeming to have no shape to his dazzled eyes but known to his mind to be the one great God. Slowly he put a foot upon the first step of the stairway that led down to this vision, but he looked back. Far in the distance behind him a sad-faced woman was sobbing and a fine-featuied boy was holding her protectingly. Wiith wistful heart he drew his foot up, and turning his back to the wondrous country he moved on. Then a voice called from the radiance of light, Thou hast chosen well, for some day thou wilt journey here with her. Go in peace! Then he passed back from this lovely place,to his poor white body. The doctors were plainly puzzled. It was a miracle, they declared, that this dying man had passed the crisis safely, and then hushed their voices as a pair of burning, but tenderly triumphant eyes were fixed on them. The sad- faced woman was weeping for joy, now, and her lad had his arms about his father's neck. The nurse quietly left the room. The sick man smiled and tenderly stroked his son's dark hair. Somehow he was far removed from them, for had he not been to Utima Thule and beyond? Cannibal chief: Did you say you were editor? Edna Yule: No, just assistant editor. Cannibal chief: XX'ell cheer up, in a minute you are going to be editor-in-chief. Mr. Oliver: Yes, at one time I had hair like snow. Dan MacIntosh: VVho shoveled it off? 15

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As the time now' comes to launch your lives upon a sterner sea I cannot help wondering what your years at Central Collegiate mean to you and what they will mean to the world through you in the years ahead. To many of you your twelve years in Public and Vol- legiate school have come to you as a matter of course, so that you hardly realize that it is a privilege for which past genera- tions have sacrihced endlessly. Parents have scorned de- lights and lived laborious days in order that their children may have that which they themselves may have had in small measure. And particularly, in these hard days many sacri- fices are being made by parents and teachers that the privi- lege of education may still be yours. But do not for a moment think that these years in school have completed your education. No school is a lin- ishing school. The soil has been ploughed, a little good seed has been sown but much ground still lies fallow' waiting for more seed, and that which is already planted needs fostering and weeding, and the rain and sunshine of experience before it can bring forth a rich harvest. I hope that you will continue to exercise faithfully your faculty of critical judgment, realizing that not until the price- less heritage of the past brings you into intelligent relation- ship with the world about you can you value correctly what is worth while in the passing show of today. It may be that some of you cannot enter on your careers at OHC6. Still do not allow' your aspirations for the future to remain mere yearnings. Keep your purpose ever before you and in the interval fulfil graciously the task which lies nearest. Be not impatient, and then O Young Mariners Down to the haven, Call your companions, Launch your vessel And crowd your canvas And, ere it vanishes Over the margin, After it, follow' it, Follow the Gleamf'-V.K.lXI. 17