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

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MID-YEAR HONOR STUDENTS Bock Row: A. Cottom, B. Rutland, J. Wholley. Middle Row: I. Massey, G. Bortle, M. Liesmer. Front Row: C. Conroy. I. Coleman, R. Levy, J. Horinett. WINDOW PANE IMAGERY DOLLY SMITH, 452 IN a tiny cot, on a snow-white pillow. lies a head-a head topped with unruly copper curls. The thoughtful baby eyes gaze upon a winter scene. The scene is framed by a blue-print curtain tied with a satin ribbon. There is a winding path to a cozy little cottage, tucked away from the wind, near a hill. Tall poplars, snow- enshrouded, fringe the way. A mighty oak with ghostly boughs stands near a hedge as if to scare intruders away. A gay stream twinkles over the ice- coated pebbles. Over the bridge comes a coach. drawn by six milk-white horses. Their hoofs clatter on the hard snow. Decorative plumes adorn EASTERN ' ECHO -11 -n1n 1n ii- their shining harness. The driver sits stiflly holding the reinsg a prin- cess rides within. She waves a gloved hand in greet- ing as they pass. Now comes the tragic transformation. A fiery orb rises in the background. A flood ensues. Cottage. trees, bridge, coach, princess and all are drowned. On, on. triumphant in its glory, the torrent Hows over the window sash making a pool on the sill. Poor princess! Poor horses! Oh. it's going to drown baby too! No. A slender hand mops up the flood with something. Loving lips kiss baby's forehead and all is well. Thirty-three

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LlFE'S RECITAL THE last movement of Chopin's Valse drifted through the music hall filled to capacity. What confu- sion and uproar as the curtain came down amidst tumultuous applause, for Jerome Jarrett, although a mere child of nine, was truly a genius. The crowd began to surge towards the en- trances. Attention was drawn to one group of three people. There was about them an air of riches, influence and refinement. They.were the dis- tinguished Jordon family. An usher conducted them into the dressing room where Jerry was waiting with his poor, prim old guardian aunt, Mrs. Higgins. Allow us to extend our heartiest congratulations, said Mr. Jordon. This is my wife and this my daugh- ter, Joan. I don't wish to take up your time, Mrs. Higgins, as it is late, but I wish to ask whether you would be willing to give Jerome the oppor- tunity of his life. What is it you mean ? asked Mrs. Higgins wonderingly. Just this: I am interested in music because Joan is studying sing- ing. Now here is what I suggest-I want you to let Jerome be my pro- tege. I will help him with a few years in Europe and the best professors. Well, I hardly know what to say, replied Mrs. Higgins. I know that I'll not be able to allow him many more lessons. I don't like the thought of giving him up, but it is for him to decide. I think it would be great! I'd love to go to Europe to study, Jerry broke in. Indeed I don't know how to thank you, Mr. Jordon. His mother, if she Thirty-four were here, would be the happiest per- son on earth, said the aunt. 1 - Q u Twelve years have now elapsed, and once again we look into the life 'of Jerry Jarrett. We enter the drawing-room of Mr. Jordon's homeion Fifth Avenue, New York. We see Mr. and Mrs. Jor- don sitting by the blazing fire having their coffee. Did you find out what time they will arrive, dear ? asked Mrs. Jordon. Yes, the boat docks at 8.15. I ex- pect they will be at the Central Sta- tion by 9. Just imagine! We have not seen Jerry and Joan for five years. Joan is nineteen, and Jerry is twenty-one. How time flies! I remember the day we took Jerry into our home. He certainly has fulfilled your hopes, for he is now master of the keyboard, remarked Mrs. Jordon. He is all of that, replied Mr. Jordon. If their recital is as-suc- cessful as Jerry's was twelve years ago, I shall feel sure that something has been accomplished. I know it will be, answered Mrs. Jordon. The recital was a tremendous suc- cess. Once more the harmonious strains rang out but this time accom- panied by the sweet voice of Joan Jor- don. Jerry, who had become a tall, broad-shouldered young gentleman, was an ideal accompanist to the charming young lady who sang. This time as the curtain came down amidst a thunder of applause it did not end the recital, but rather, began the recital of the young couple's happy years of life together. EASTERN ECHO