Charlotte High School - Delphian Yearbook (Charlotte, MI)

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DELPHIAN, ' FIFTEEN order, and the younger sisters themselves in their garb of white wool, hood of white satin, and ivory urucifix, are fit subjects for the artistic brush. The city fairly reeks with historic associations. AVe drive out to the Plains of Abraham, where the great battle was fought ])e- tween ilontcalm and Wolfe for the possession of a continent. We see the old house where Alontcalm had his headquarters and the liouse which was the residence of the Duke of Kent, Qiieen Vic- toria ' s father, during his sojourn in Canada. Nor is our own his- tory forgotten, for we are shown the spot where Montgomery fell and the house to which the wounded Benedict Arnold was taken after the ill fated American attack upon Quebec in 1775. There are numy (juaint old houses and narrow streets to claim our attention. We ma,y drive about in t)ne of the vehicles of the olden days, the Caleehe, which is a two wheeled affair painted areen. with white wheels, having a seat for the driver in front and is reported to have a motion resembling that of a roller coaster. The gateways, also, which open out of the city walls, are interest- ing, especially the l)eautiful St. Louis gate, erected by Lord Duf- ferin in 1873. All pul lie signs in Quebec are written both in English and French, and we find that many of the people of the Province of Quebec speak no English at all. The ragged urchins who call the papers on the Terrace pronounce the French nasals with a facility that excites our admiration and envy, and even the Spearmint signs advise us in French to Chew it after every meal in the same old way as they did at home. Time forbids to tell of the charms of a trip to lontmorency Falls or to the village and chur(di of St. Ann de Beaupre, where many miraculous cures are performed every year and where we see a sight unique in America, the Scala Sancta or Sacred Stairs. These devout pilgrims ascend on their knees telling their beads on every step, in remembrance of the fact that Christ ascended the steps before Pilate. Quebec is the termination of our journey and our story, and we return home feeling that Not any view that nature present ' s for the human contemplation and admiration can surpass the match- less beauty, the scene from Old Quebec. Lillian E. Howard. AMATEUR PICTURE FRAMING What in the world is the matter with you. Brown? asked Smith, as they stood waiting for a car. Brown had five or six fingers fantas- tically enveloped in rags, and wore an expression of deepest despond- ency. Matter! growled the victim. Don ' t you see these fingers? How — 13 —

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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

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DELPHIAN, ' FIFTEEN would you like yours wrapped up like that? Or do you suppose I did it to be picturesque? The ear came along just then, and no more was said until each found a seat. Did you ever hear of passe-partout frames? inquired Brown, wrathfully. No? Neither did I until yesterday. You know my wife went to Europe last summer and brought back with her the worst looking lot of photos you ever saw. She said thej were ' old masters. ' They sure were ugi.y enough to be anything. She wanted them framed for the parlor and read in one of those home magazines how pictures coiild be framed for less than nothing. When I came home last night, there she was in the midst of it. She had apparently bought out a glass shop and was cutting up window panes with her diamond ring. Say — you ' d ought ' er seen that ring this morning. Well, I managed to cut half of my fingers helping her; but that wouldn ' t stop her. What will stop a woman any way, when she gets hold of a new fad? She had some strips of paper and she stuck them around the edges of the glass and the photographs. That was to hold them together, you see. Of course they were crooked, but she didn ' t seem to mind that. About ten o ' clock she had every one of those old masters glued to a piece of glass and nothing would do but she must hang them at once, that very night. They covered the walls all right, but they were the wildest looking lot of pictures you ever set your eyes on. After that she condescended to tie up my mutilated fingers and we went to bed. Well, some time in the wee hours of the morning there was a most awful crash. For a moment I thought I was in a railway accident, but Jane woke up and vowed it Avas burglars. I told her that they certainly were the noisiest lot of burglars I had ever heard, but I got up and lit the gas, and just then there was another crash, which seemed to come from the parlor. I took a candle and started. Jane grabbed my arm, swearing we would die together. Every one of those confounded pictures had fallen down ! Smashed? Why, man alive, of course they were. But that isn ' t the worst though, for one of them had knocked oft the mantle the old Creman plate my wife ' s Avmt Isabel gave her for a wedding present, and that was smashed, too. It can ' t be mended and Jane is in a fine state! Seems the plate was sort of an heirloom ; been in the family for years and my wife doesn ' t dare tell her aunt it is broken. Just our luck, she ' s com- ing to visit us next week, too, and Jane is trying to find another one like it. Do you know what those things cost ? You needn ' t grin like an idiot. It would have been cheaper to have had those pictures framed at the most expensive place in town. I shall see that no more of the magazines with their economical household hints come into my house again or I ' ll be bankrupt sure, and Brown left the car with an air of determination. Seavolt ' 15. — 14 —