Eastern High School of Commerce - Eastern Echo Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

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CQI EXCHANGE 77 OFT IN THE STILLY NIGHT Oft in the stilly night When slumber's chain would bind me, Sad memory brings to light The homework piled around me- The quaking fears Of teacher's glares And words of anger spoken, The face that shone, now sad and drawn, The cheerful heart now broken. Thus in the stilly night, When slumber's chain has bound me, Fond memory brings the light Of studies put behind me. -Northland Echo, North Bay. 'kink B oners : I Sir Walter Scott wrote novelties. Three score and ten means able to kill three men in ten minutes. Magellan brought home a large cargo of clothes from the South Sea Islands. -Central Commerce Torpedo. 'k'k'k CLASSIFIED ADS. I-Ielp Wanted Young go-getter, regular whipper- snapper, first-class zipzipper, wonder- ful zizzling personality, desires open- ing with button-hole company. May be interviewed at Magnet office any day. Personal Darling Ookidooky, I forgive ally meet your little umpidumpts corner Yonge and Bay, Friday. Heart fractured.-E. R. -Jarvis Magnet. Thirty Professor: Mademoiselle, conjug-- ate the verb 'rire'. Student: Je smile, Tu giggle, Il laugh, Nous roarons, Vous splitez, Ils bustentf' -The Tech Flash, Halifax. tit Mr. Langford: What makes you think man's a fool? Maudie Taylor: If it's hot he wants it cool, If it's cool, he wants it hotg Ever wanting what is not, Never content with what he's got: Thus you see, that as a rule, Man's a fool. -The Lantern, London. iii' Father: Well, Clarence, I received a note from your teacher to-day. Clarence: Is that so, Pop? Give me a quarter and I won't breathe a word about it to mother. -Vox Collegii, Barrie. .kit It was his first morning in his new apartment. The landlady came up with his breakfast and as he began the meal she opened a light conver- sation. It looks like rain, she said. It does, replied the lodger, although it smells rather like coffee. -Stamford Collegiate. 'kit As Noah was letting a pair of snakes out of the ark, he said: Go forth and multiply. We can't, said the snakes, we're addersf' -The Echoes, Peterborough. EASTERN ECHO

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EASTERN ECHO

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THE LITTLE CHIEFTAIN'S GATHERING GEORGE OUR small friend from the grocery store at Glasgow came to visit us at Skye very late in the season. He had a very happy week at our lovely island and was fortunate to get fav- orable weather, which allowed him to see some of the sights, in company with Rory Rang, Sandy Macdonald and myself. We tramped over hills and heather to his heart's content. He was particularly fond of us bairns at the school, and we often flocked round him and squabbled about who was to walk next to him and carry his knapsack, and the smaller ones would try to tell him of their day's experience in school. Hae lang dae ye mean tae stey wi' us? I asked. I'd like fine to stay a month, but I doubt I'll have to content myself 'with three weeks. Oh! That's fine! I said. We must plan an expedition next Satur- day. Mr. Gordon invited us all over to his schoolhouse, to spend the evening and we thought that walking over would be fun for all of us. He was delighted, but next morning just when prayers were over, a knock came to the door and standing there was the dejected Little Chieftain. The very ribbons on his bonnet drooped. I've just had some terrible news, he announced, and I have got to tell you. I have had a telegram from Sandy Brown, my assistant in Glas- gow. He has broken his leg, and I must return at once. Our exclamations of consternation echoed throughout the room and we completely forgot discipline and thronged around him to shake hands and say mournful good-byes to our kind old friend. Now we'll not have the party we planned! several exclaimed. EASTERN ECHO SOUTAR, 3A Ah! But children, I will be back before Christmas to finish my holi- days and then we'll have a fine party. So good-bye for now, he said with a forced smile. When he was gone, a loneliness fell on us for a time, but frequent letters and postcards came from him, and at last we received the good news that he hoped to be in Skye in a week to resume his holiday. We were all joyous and agreed to give him a party at Rory's house to welcome him back, and also because it was his birthday. We struggled across the moor and found the kitchen a welcome haven. A fire of peat lit up the features of the spinners, whose wheels were whirring, and a couple of large lamps. swinging from the rafters, gave light to other people who were making things ready. Practically every household was represented. Ian sang an old Skye love song. It was a lovely song, but the Lowlanders present did not know the words. Our Chieftain appeared and there were stories, music and dancing. Fin- ally an old woman of the village, in careful, labored English addressed our guest, wished him every good thing on his birthday, and gave him a little bag of untanned sealskin. which she solemnly proclaimed con- tained a Celtic charm of great power. which would ensure him the best of good luck. Old Ian presented him with a pouch of tobacco, and then Janet gave him a shoulder brooch for his plaid. Our Chieftain was quite beyond words to express his surprise and appreciation, and twice had to wipe his eyes. Then, as was the old cus- tom, we all gathered round him and sang, Auld Lang Sync. Thirty-one