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

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THE GREAT OCCASION Ruth Levy, 2G OW don't get me excited! shrieked a highly nervous voice from upstairs. I'll be ready in a minute. If he comes before I am ready, show him into the livingfroom and talk to him. Now Lizzie, please don't giggle. Very soon the speaker appeared, a pretty girl of sixteen, called Arlene. It was her first grownfup party and she was very nervous as to how to act at this big party, which was to be one of the greatest social events of the season. The door bell rang and a very hand' some young man of eighteen appeared. He smiled very amiably at the kid sister, Lizzie, fto make a good impression I supposej. He asked if Arlene was ready, and soon the couple were speed' ing off in his car to the party. So far so good, thought Arlene, as she arrived at her friend's house and was ushered upstairs to remove her cloak. After primping for a moment, a look of absolute horror spread over her face. To think that she had left her hankie on her dresser at home was too alarmf ing for words. What if I should sneeze? she thought, and then she start' ed to pray fervently. She calmed her' self and went downstairs to find Fred waiting impatiently to dance. They danced and danced and were enjoying the party to the utmost when suddenly Arlene tripped over the skirt of her brandfnew party dress and landed with a thump on the floor. The tears of embarrassment were hard to hide, but again she managed to keep a stiff upper lip. At one o'clock the party started to break up and after much confusion of shaking hands and saying goodfbyes, Arlene and Fred were again in the car ready to go home. The engine would not start. Of all the inconvenient and embarrassing things to happen! Fred decided they would go in a street car, but much to their disappointment it was too late and it would be too long a wait. So they tried to walk, after dancing all evening. After making many couraf geous attempts, they succeeded in are EASTERN ECHO riving at Arlene's home. She thanked Fred for the lovely time and went into the house. No sooner had she closed the door than she collapsed on the floor. Was the party a success? the family wanted to know. 1? It lk CASTLES OF DREAMS Ida Kay, 3S2 My castle of dreams lies on a northern lake. The sinking sun blazes a golden road On which I travel o'er the silver water, Leaving the murmuring ripples in my wake. As the grey mist slowly steals across the blue, It carries me with it into a land unknown To those who dwell on earthly things alone. It leads me gently to the place that dreamers only know. A Loon calls softly close against the shore. He hails his distant mate at my approach, And begs her come and lead my small canoe Into the castle courtyard, and wait Upon me as I pass through Dreamland's gate. And then I see the castle, strong and fine- Grey granite, in a setting of pale blue, Surrounded by shadows of unfathomf able depth, Cast by the treefedged shorefline of a dusky hue. Tall, stately pines and graceful willow trees Lend beauty: yet the greatest awe Comes unrequested to my inner soul, As my heart is quieted, and cares Are wafted away on the evening breeze. These castlefrocks that nestle in the lakes Were placed by Nature at Gods great command, That folks like us could dream away the hours on their shores, And return to earth when duty calls, and the magic of dreaming fades. Thirty-five

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AN EPIC OF THE NORTH ACQUES LEDUC, the trapper, heard an ominous sound, as he cover' ed his trapfline, and unconsciously inf creased his pace. Ordinarily he would have felt no fear at the presence of wolves, but it had been a hard winter for all the fleshfeating animals. Also he was without his great Collie King who, due to a wrenched shoulder, had been left at the cabin with jacques' pretty wife, Iviarie. King's shoulder had been almost better when jacques set out, but he had thought it better to leave him at home for anf other day at least. Now, with the wolves' huntingfcry ringing in his ears, he was sorry he had left him at home. They howied again. With a feeling of panic, he realized that they were on his trail. He pulled his shortfhandled axe free from its case and broke into a run. He was still nearly a mile from his cabin, and the wolves were almost upon him, when he saw a darkfcoloured animal come bounding through the trees towards him. He raised his axe, only to drop it with a sob of relief as he ref cognized King. The second's delay was fatal, however, as he had only time to place his back to a tree, when the wolves were upon them, They came forward in a pack, eight great hulking brutes with hungerfmadf ness in their eyes and gleaming, razor' sharp, fangs and claws. They spread out in a semi-circle and then, as though at a given word from the leader, leapt forward in a wave of growling hatred. Madly jacques swung his keen blade, attempting to clear a space in front of him, while above the noise and confusion could be heard the bark of King as he snapped and whirled like a dervish at the three wolves that had attacked him. jacques had disposed of two wolves, and King had torn the throat out of another. The hunter sank his blade into the head of a third and the axe refused Thirty-four to come loose. Hurriedly he pulled out his bowie knife, but even as he did so, he felt a thrill of pure terror for what chance had a man, with only a knife and a Collie, weak from loss of blood, against four of the most vicious and powerful wolves in the world? In another moment it would have been all over and jacques and King would have been torn to pieces, when to the man's amazed ears was borne the sound of a riflefshot. One of the wolves, that was already springing through the air at jacques' throat, gave a high gurgf ling cry and fell dead at his feet. Quickly the hidden rifle spoke again, and again, then all was silent. With tearfdimmed eyes Jacques knelt beside his faithful Collie and gave a glad cry of relief as King's tongue licked his face. He looked around for his saviour and gave a start of surprise as he saw the trim figure of his wife, Marie, running towards him. She told him how, becoming alarmed at King's howls to get out, she had let him out and then caught up the rifle and sped swiftly down the path. Being a woman brought up in the cruel North, she was an excellent shot, to which jacques owed his life. lk lk Bk Pk WHIMSY Violet Long, ZF It was a lonesome winding road, O'er which the silence clung, And up on high the cloudftrimmed sky, A bright blue bonnet hung. Afdown this road two lovers strolled, As lovers love to do. And, ah, for me and jealousy- For one of them was you! I saw you bend above her hair, I heard her tender sigh, And then she turned, and then I learned That she, ah me! was I. EASTERN ECHO

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WHY WQMEQWYZESRESABCRN WHY WGMEN WERE BORN Geraldine Edwards, 3S4 E'VE got to have a biography of the Czar of Wall Street, were the editor's words. What a task! I imagined myself being ushered politely out of an office and informed, sweetly, that Mr. Van Winkle was out, and would be for weeks. But--- I was ushered into a secretary's office, and said I had an appointment with Mr. Van Winkle. He asked for my card, scanned it, knocked on a panelled door and went in. Soon he returned and said Mr. Van Winkle would see me. I opened the door timidly and lo, a beautif ful woman was sitting on the man's lap. Another case of rich employer and pretty stenographer! Allay your fears, Mr. Brent. This is only my wife who is trying to wheedle a new fur coat out of me. Please be seated, said he smilingly. He was tall, well proportioned, dark, with an olive complexion-in fact, he was quite handf some. I drew out my small reporter's pad. I was born in Middleboro, and was the only son. My mother and father were well' educated, and were fixed com' fortably. Neighbours' children were allowed to play with me, but only on rare occasions-I was raised almost like a hotfhouse flower. At school games, I wasn't directly shunned, but I wasn't exactly wanted. I was bubbling out with spirits, but couldn't display it at first. Young Van. Winkle gadding with schoolfboys at games? Preposterous! High School! I started on par with everybody. How well I remember the first rugby practice-no staring eyes of my playmates, no whispering comments, everybody striving to give his best. Imf mediately I took on a new life. I learned the fundam-entals of tackling, bucking, passing, and became the sub' stitute outside. The day of the first game arrived. It was a glorious day. The excitement of Thirty-six the crowd electrified me, and as I came out of the dressingfroom, I felt a pluck at my arm. A beautiful girl whom I had noticed several times at the school, beckoned me to a quiet spot. How well I remember her words, Come on, Winkle, forget your past. Get out there and fight. Remember there is some one up in the stands thinking about you. I Went away, my heart palpitating, and played like one possessed. I was congratulated after the game, but the person most deserving never received the credit of the throng. I accompanied her home, stammered when I asked for a date, and finally arranged to attend a movie. The early evenftide allowed us to have many pleasant strolls about the district. On one of these occasions I came upon two men attacking an elder' ly gentleman. With the aid of the old man, I beat off the thugs. This man was the dean of Wall Street. He financed me in a corporation which proved a goldfmine for my investments. I've been on the upfgrade for the past ten years. Well, not to be impertinentf' said I, ,slowly rising from my chair, but what became of this girl? Why I married her, he cried, and here she is. ik Pk Dk MY VALLEY OF DREAMS Geraldine Edwards, 3S4 Therels a little valley Where love is king. ' In that little valley Blue Birds always sing. And you're the queen, Dear- My heart is your throne, In there for ever You'll reign alone. With just a little cottage We'll be a happy pair, It's better than a palace, If love is there. But tho' I've searched everywhere, It's so hard to find it seems, 'Cause that little valley Is my Valley of Dreams. EASTERN ECHO