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

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TO THE TREE ON OUR FRONT LAWN , glorious Maple Tree, spreading your foliage of green across the lawn, shading the avenue and passersfhy from the burning heat of the midfday sun, tell me your story! Do you dream of the futun: and all that it may mean for you? Do you long to he in the country stretching your arms upward to the blue sky unhampered hy copper wires, or, are you content to watch the crowds go hy on this husy thoroughfare that throngs with life? Are you like me, truly Canadian horn, learning and car' a little maple seed swaying merrily to and fro on the hranch of a mother tree. Little thought did I have as to what would hecome of me, hut as the weather hecame cooler and the winds stronger, I was gently wafted to the ground. All during the winter, I slept under the warmth of lvlother Nature's snowy hlanket. As the snows melted and the light refreshing spring rains moistened my earth hed, I felt the urge to expand. to push upwards till I saw the light of day, and felt the soft warm hlessing of the glowing sun. Steadily I grew, and like all youth, whether it he a human child like you, or another tree like me, fContinued on page 941 ing for no traditions save those of our fair Dominion? Oh Maple Tree, please answer me. A long, long time ago, I was just XJ dy Xa ' 9512 ,KU 5:I:.L- , .V G 7-1 0 1: ' ' , ,l tjvjtft 1 .. A ' I l M ' ' - ' A it 1 Q S- ' :E 1 , U r , r, I I ' X ,f g , I ' in A il ,IIE T x ' , 1 ' a 1 , . ,f 5 ff' , ff fa , i V. , A 'ff' 'fs ...P f W 'ir fx- ' .V . .....-. ii. , Y 4 'I A V Q- .A 5.5 was f v 10,7 1 LW? TQ--I . ,T xl. 1 8 7: . hi . id ,. I 1, M 4' ,J ,H f 1 N --hi r-mf.-ww -..W ..,.,,7,.,.. .M . ..,.,.:-3mqpqq-qr4l,5,ffqg3g1a9v,,v,4ggggmgQeggyvm2M'r 'Ps91 NWffw 'P 'f ' ' ' ' ' ' i if 'fi' Q. Q' ' ' t r , e LIFE SAVING CLASS g A t 1 Back Row: M. Rlioclcs, li. Taclinan, Xl. llzirlow, Kliss I . Sclioli-s, ll ouch l, A. jones, A. llomlgins, ID. Ri-silt-r, l'. llilmlis. v Q Q Middle Row: L. jolinston, X. Ruclclt-ll, li. Fleming, Nl. Poml, NX. lznnplm, M, 'lllylol-, IQ. Prosser, Nl. Henson, Il. .'Xlllll'I'5Oll, Xl. Klvllxvziy. Front Row: M. Stone, IJ. Hoot, I.. ,li-i'!'i-1'son1, IJ. Pliillips, l. Kay, ,l. Tliompson, A. Brown, I. Stn-vciison, .-X. Uiillallzui, IJ. Saumli-rs, lf. liorsytli, lf. Kelly, M. Vlark. Rl. Ili-wilt, A. Xt-sliilt. EASTERN ECHO Thirty'S9Ue'7

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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

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THE MAN FROM THE CITY LTHOUGH no one could tell you when jeff Smith had first come to Pineville, he was still spoken of as the man from the city. In fact if you wanted to know when this mysterious character had settled in that thriving town, you would have to consult the records of the Pineville Times and Recorder, and you would find in the issue of May 7, 1913, an advertisement that read: . jefferson Smith wishes to announce the grand opening of his new and com' pletely modern Tobacco Emporiumf When you looked into jeff's sad yet kindly eyes, you couldinot help feeling that, buried beneath the look of benign complacency that he always wore, was a story of tragedy, or something that had been lost to him early in life. At the time these events took place he was still a young man-forty'five, tall and with broad shoulders slightly rounded, and a finely'moulded face topped with steel' grey hair. The whole gave the impres' sion of a man, who in his youth must have presented a fine figure. Despite the efforts of several of the town's most eligible spinsters, he still lived alone in one room in the back of his shop. Only a few of the habitues of the shop had received the honour of be' ing invited into the back of his shop for a quiet smoke, a glass of ale and a dis' cussion of current affairs. Not even to these did he confide the story of how he had come to settle in Pineville. Thus to every one in town he became an ac' cepted enigma. The only clue to anything unusual in Jeff's placid life was the letter that came every week from the city and a corresp' ponding one sent by him to some one by the name of Henry Mortimer and ad' dressed to General Delivery in the city. Such was jeff's life in Pineville until he received a telegram that read: l'WlLL ARRIVE THIS AFTER' NOON STOP HAVE BIG SUR' PRISEH Thirty-eight This cryptic wire had been signed M! That afternoon there sped into Pineville a large and costly limousine. The driver was a genial'looking man of about middle age, and accompanying him was a beautiful woman, about forty years of age. She was tall and stately with the bearing of a queen. After enquir' ing the whereabouts of Jeff's shop from old Sam Hawking, who said afterwards that he knew there was something in the wind, they drove over to the Emporium. If any of Pineville's citizens had been late prowlers, they would have seen the light burning in the little back room and the large limousine parked in front of the shop long into the small hours of the morning. In the morning the news broke upon the town. The judge made the dis' coverywhen he came over as usual .for his after'breakfast panatela. jeff was gone! The store was closed and in the window was a little sign that read, Closed uritil further notice. By noon the whole town was agog with the tale of Jeff's disappearance. In fact it was so upset that the Times arid Recorder deemed it necessary to run a Special mid' week edition to carry the story of the strange disappearance of one of the most prominent citizens. During the afternoon a host of cars came crowding into Pineville from the city, containing reporters from the var' ious City Dailies. Every one in town was button'holed and given a thorough gruelling as to what he knew of jeff Smith and his shop. The reporters took pictures of everything and any one that Jeff had laid eyes on or spoken to dur' ing his stay in Pineville. The citizens all answered without thinking or en' quiring what the questioning was about and before it was realized, the reporters had left town with every one as much in the dark as ever. fContiriued on page 94,2 EASTERN ECHO