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

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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

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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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EASTERN E WINNERS Beatrice Hurst, Muriel Darlow, Bunny Pilkie. THE COMING OF SPRING Spring is on its way at last! The ground is thawing out quite fastg The trees all seem to straighten out, And spread their limhs so leaves can sprout, And little heads of Snowdrops peepg They'll he right out within a week. The hirds all twitter their delight: They're huilding nests with all their might. They sing ahout the fun they'll have Catching worms, and erusts of hread. Flying round and up and down, And taking dustfhaths in the sun. EASTERN ECHO Onee more we hear the eats at night As howling they hegin their fight. With fur halt. gone and tails awry, In the morning they eoine with pitiful ery, Telling of hattles they have lost Over a Miss not worth the eost. So NVinter with its terrihle eold, Has suddenly grown very old. Vxfith tremhling legs and hoary head, I-le'll march away and go to hed, Leaving the rest of Nature to sing, And prepare herself to herald the Springs Thirty-nine