Charlotte High School - Delphian Yearbook (Charlotte, MI)

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DELPHIAN, ' FIFTEEN policemen ' s helmets. Even the oatmeal with which we are familiar becomes porridge after it crosses the line. Toronto is a beautiful and busy city, with a water frontage on Lake Ontario. It has many beautiful parks and splendid public buildings, and the fine spirit of its people is well symbolized by the motto which hangs in the office of one of its principal hotels — Life is never so short but that there is always time for courtesy. We l)oard the steamer at six o ' clock for the trip across Lake Ontario and awake the following morning to find ourselves at Kingston, the West Point of Canada, and thence pass out into the waters of the majestic St. Lawrence, named by Jacques Cartier in honor of his patron saint. Soon the tirst of The Thousand Islands, with their charming summer homes, begin to appear and pass in rapid succession until nearly noon, when we change our steamer for one built to run the rapids, which break the smoothness of the river ' s course to Montrea l. Shooting the rapids is no doubt a di!ficult feat of navigation for the ship ' s pilot, but iov her passen- gers it is no such thrilling and terrifying experience as we had expected to encounter. The rapids seem much like the white caps on the lakes: but in the last, or Lachine Rapids, the dangerous rocks are more visible; however, these are soon passed and we glide under the arches of the majestic Victoria bridge, into the harbor of ilontreal. Montreal is more foreign than Toronto because of its larger French population, and it is rich in memories of the olden days when the banner of the Fleur de Lis floated over New France. Yet it is a British city also, and its splendid public buildings, especially its banks, look as solid and enduring as the British empire. Montreal has been called the City of Churches. and contains, some tine specimens of ecclesiastical architecture, among the best being Christ church. Episcopal. St. James. Roman Catholic, biiilt after St. Peter ' s, and Notre Dame, also Roman Catholic, a copy of the famous Notre Dame in Paris. We experience a real thrill when we enter the portals of Notre Dame and stand within its magnifi- cent interior, with a seating capacity of ten thousand, and Ave are impelled to even bow our heads in the spirit of reverence which great churches have inspired in the souls of men throughout the ages. Back of the city lies Mount Royal, from which Cartier viewed the country when he gave the settlement its name. This elevation is now a beautiful mountain park with a winding drive of nine miles to its summit. For the sum of one dollar you may traverse this path in one of the supremely comfortable victorias, with coach- — 11 —

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DELPHIAN, ' FIFTEEN LITERARY CLASS SONG 1915 Tune — The Orange and the Black When the dew of dawn is dripping, on the flowers, in natnre ' s honr, AVhen the rnby morn awal-:ens to light earth ' s fairy bower. Then it is we dream of mornings, when we woke with spirits light ; For the light of dawn we ' d chosen, in the Scarlet and the White. Through many trials and triumphs, we ' ve borne this flag of truce. In striving always higher, to reach the noblest truth. Even now our greatest effort, intertwined with prayer and tear Is fully now completed in our Alma ilater dear. In the future dawn of morrow, when we strive for higher goals. Will we e ' er forget our motto, or the white and crimson folds? We ' ll sing Esse quam videri, and shout for Charlotte High. Ever forward, onward, upward, for our goal is in the sky. Thanking God who gave all merc.y. and love shown in June flowers. We leave thee, Alma Mater, with the l)lessing for the hours Which we spent in scenes around thee, in joys as yet untold; With memories so enchanted that they never will grow old. A FOREIGN TRIP AT HOME It is generally agreed that travel is the great educator, and an increasing number of our people every year are seeking this means of instruction and recreation. Europe is at present closed to the tour- ist, but fortunately the delights of a foreign trip are still open to us, for a railroad journey of but a few hours will take us to a country where the Union Jack floats in the breeze and where the jseople ' s slogan is, God Save the King. If we make Toronto our first stop in this alien country, we receive its foreign atmosphere gradually, for this city has a large number of American residents, and to the casual observer does not differ mate- rially from American cities of the same size. However, many of its people speak with a peculiar English accent. The American visitor does not fail to notice the rubber tired victorias in the streets and also the straps passing inidcr the lower lip which are attached to the. — 10 —

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DELPHIAN, ' FIFTEEN man attached, and feel for a couple of hours like a pampered mem- ber of the British aristocracy, or if you are beset by the American love of haste you may reach the summit by the much shorter and less idyllic route — the elevator. From Prospect Point you look dov n seven hundred and fifty feet upon the city and the harbor. On a clear day the hills of Vermont are visible. We leave Montreal in the early evening and proceed eastward through the level and peaceful country now gloritied by the rose- ate colors of the setting sun, reminding one of the land of Evan- geline. If the traveler is not held up in a river mist he reaches Quebec in time for breakfast, if he is so detained he reaches it a little late for dinner, as we do. However, as we drive up the narrow, hilly, cobbled streets to our hotel we feel fully compensated for any delay for, although Que- bec has many features of a modern city, yet the atmosphere of the old French regime still clings about it like the odor of lavender in old lace. Quebec, the Gibraltar of the New World. and the only walled city on this continent, has an unsurpassed location overlooking the St. Lawrence. It consists of an Upper and Lower Town with a grade of about two hundred feet between. Crowning the heights of the LTpper Town stands the magnificent Canadian Pacific Hotel, Chateau Fron- tenac, built in the semblance of a medieval castle and fitting into the .surroundings like a solitaire in a perfect setting. Before the Chateau runs the wonderful promenade, fourteen hundred feet long, known as the Duft ' erin Terrace, which is ter- minated at its eastern end by the beautiful statue of Samuel De Champlain. He stands there with his mantle over his arm and his plumed hat in his hand, saluting, like the true cavalier that he M as, the Canadian soil. As we sit upon the Dufferin Terrace after nightfall, with Lower Town and the river beneath us. the lights t-wnnkle in the town of Levis opposite, the Quebec-Levis ferry boat, far below us, crawls like a huge glow worm back and forth. The gay crowds pass by in a never ending procession, and the strains of music from the Chateau orchestra float to our ears. Back of the Chateau looms up the Citadel, or fortress, with its frowning guns, garrisoned by a contingent of Canadian soldiery. The churches of Quebec, though not magnificent, like those of Montreal, are equally interesting. There is the English cathedral, with its exquisite chancel window, one of the finest pieces of stained glass on this continent ; the church of Notre Dame de Vic- tores, built in 1682, the Franciscan church, and many others. The Franciscan church has in connection a bazaar for the sale of the art and needle work done by the deft fingers of the sisters of the