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

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WHAT IS POETRY Lenore Hague, 3S2 OETRY is a metrical composition produced by creative imagination. Homer, the father of poetry, moulded his ideals into epics. An heroic poem stimulates emotions and lifts your spirit from daily cares. Your mind is carried into the battle and you are living with the hero, the moment of danger and the joys of victory. Your feelings may be aroused by a ballad in which a simple poem of life, love, or war is written. In The Chesapeake and the Shannon you enjoy the liveliness of the short story put into verse. Poetry brings a feeling of restfulness to the reader. In the Sonnet Composed Upon Westminster Bridge you can picf ture that great city, London, sleeping in the early morningg you can feel the peacefulness pervading the air. Perhaps the description is of such a simple thing as a brook and yet you are impressed by the artistic arrangement. Tennyson depicts the beauty of one of the gifts of nature in The Brook. Out of the picture portrayed for you in words you can see the sunbeams dancing on the water in the morning and the brook flowing on until evening. Then, bef neath the moon and stars the water ripf ples like molten silver. .Who could fail to be impressed by its utter beauty? The writer may express his feelings in a lyric and the poet's joy or sorrow leaps into your heart. In When That I Was and a Little Tiny Boy from Shakespeare's Twelfth Night you catch the poet's passing fancy from the carefree, little boy to the disillusioned man. Poetry suits all your moods. Each poet has his own style of writing and the topics are varied. WHY STUDY DEBATING? Leonard Mason, 4G2 HEN the subject of debating arises, a steadily diminishing minority still maintain that it is not esf sential for the average student in High Schools, that it is only profitable to lawyers, politicians or lecturers. These people are greatly misinformed for they underfestimate the wonderful opportunity for development that is off fered by the art of debating. Debating is an art, in that it develops great skill in oral expression and the ability to think quickly and accurately. These qualities are needed by every individual who, at some time or other, may influence others and bring them to see his point of view. Debating in school makes the pupils not only selffreliant and proficient, in oral speech but also in the ability to see through a difficult problem and to be able to reason correctly and logically. Many debaters in their formal speeches strive only to show their superior cleverf ness or mastery of eloquence over their opponentsg this is not the true purpose of debating but rather is it to create the skill in persuading others to see your side of the subject. lt has been proved that by rigid disf cipline and hard training, persons of little debating promise can become very proficient debaters. Debating tends to develop an extensive vocabulary, a fam- ous statistician shows that one who has at his disposal a great number of words has usually attained success or nearfsucf cess, for he can express his thoughts more clearly both to himself and to others and so may rise to leadership among his fellowfmen. If this is true, why not study debating in High Schools to a greater degree than we are doing tofday? l Sixty-eight EASTERN ECHO

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LIGHT IN DARKNESS Mabel Fraser, 356 U 'M going to leave Winthrop, Bob, was the startling announcement made by Dr. Grant as he entered Bob Willard's office. Anne must have her chance at College, and with all she needs, I couldn't afford it on the salary I earn here. But Grant, you can't leave! You're the best doctor we-what's that Billy? Come quickly, gasped a boy, burst' Theres been an ing into the office. explosion at the mine! Snatching his satehel from the desk, Dr. Grant rushed after Willard, and in the doctor's runabout, they sped through the town. As the car stopped, the two men rushed toward the pit entrance. Not very serious, Mr. Willard, called a burly miner from the shaft en' trance. All are out except young joe Nelson. Got his hand caught under a piece of falling coal. Must weigh a ton, and we can't budge it an inch. This looks like work for you, Grant, said Willard. Entering the cage they descended to the lowest level. Boarding the small train, they rode through the dark tunnels. At last it stopped before a narrow pas' sage. Several feet away flickered the dim light of miners' lamps. They hurf ried to where several miners were try' ing to roll a huge piece of coal from the still figure of a young man. He was just a boy, and lines of pain were visible under the grime of his drawn face. Are you positive there's no way of moving this? said the doctor placing his hand on the huge rock. No, the space is too small for any machinery, and besides the rock about here is pretty loose. It would fall at the slightest jar and bury the poor boy. Then I must amputate those fingers. They are probably so badly crushed that it would be necessary to amputate them, even if we could release him. But Grant, protested Willard, how can you operate in this small, dark, dirty space? EASTERN ECHO I must, replied Dr. Grant, quietly. Hold the lamps where they will throw the best light, he instructed. After administering an anaesthetic, the doctor squeezed into the small space beside the boy. Lying on his back and staring up at the black rocks hanging dangerously above and threatening to fall at any moment, he started the operf ation. Never will those men forget that scene. From the start of the operation to the time when they lifted the unconscious lad to the train, there was no sound exf cept the low commands uttered by the patient doctor. Two weeks later was a holiday in the town of Winthrop. Dr. Grant was pref sented with the Carnegie Medal and a sum of money as a reward for his bravf ery. The proudest person that day was Anne, his daughter, who was to enter College next week. Well, I'll stay at Winthrop after all, Bob, said Dr. Grant after the ceremonf ies as the two men sat in Bob Willard's little office. Yes, your future here is assured now, replied Willard, smiling happily. BIG BUSINESS-DESPOT? Vimy Carmichael, SS ERHAPS the most striking differ' ence between the presentfday civil' ization and that of a century ago is the tremendous increase and amazing change that has taken place in the everyday business of life. Where once life flowed smoothly, placidly, pleasantly, leisurely along, we now have the rush and hustle, the hectic hurry and flustered haste, the flashing speed of the modern metropolis. whitefhaired patriarch Where once the held court before the peaceful village inn of a slumbering, lazilyfcontented com' munity, now the leonine head of Big Business rears itself above the multitude. The steel hands of the newlyfcrowned king beckon in all directionseeelike mag' netic talons irresistibly drawing towards them all the clanging, crashing, roaring lContinued on page 922 Sixty-seven

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BLK llsll ELI-IO. HHN NOP. PL'BLlSHl-Ill BY Tllli lC.XS'l'ERN l-X'llO Vol. ? No. ? lVe've Lost Track E.XS'l'l'fRN VOM BIERCE llatez Anytime, W3-8 FOUNDERS' DAY James Virtue, 4Gl O doubt you have won- dered when, where, why and how the Echo Bulletin began. NVell, here's its eventful history up to the present: Back in 1932, SB had a Sunshine Colyum on the side board, edited by Ben Sugarman and Norm Mc- Dermott. The events of the day were recorded and if a student lost grace with the teacher he found his troubles published and com- mented upon. SB had an unsuccessful debate with the Special Class, which de- bate showed signs of con- tinuing in the Sunshine Colyum. Mr. Keast walked in and decided that for the present it would be best to have an eraser applied to the journal. Later the idea of a Sunshine Colyum was used as a school news system. That fall Ben Sugarman organized the Echo Bulle- tin. Mimeographed sheets, containing a resume of the school news, were circulated every Friday morning. Bill Anderson tossed in a con- tribution. Miss Robertson very kindly prepared the stencils and Miss llay mimeographed them. These weekly publications created such interest that it was decided to have a lnnnor- ous Bulletin in the Echo. This year's Echo lloard unanimously decided to continue the Bulletin. The Commerce Central Banke- otherwise known as the Students' Councilnfinanced the work. liven the Staff saw its value in advertising EASTERN ECHO debates, basketball games and special programmes. The Bulletin is very cap- ably operated by Bruce Matthews and his Associ- ates. Ben's ideas were also suc- cessfully applied to the Echo: forn1 news, columns and head lines are innova- tions of his. He is now working full time in the Promotion Department of the Toronto Daily Star and, as this issue shows, still has time to show his affection for the Echo. So Ben, may we extend to you and your co-workers, Norm McDer- mott and Bill Anderson, our heartiest greetings. VVhat more can we say than that the Bulletin you started is growing daily in popularity. As to form news, last year 27 forms contributed and glimpse how many are on this ycaris roll. uve hereby nominate you tihief Scribe of the Bulletin and hope you are enjoying yourself in the Business lVorld. LOONY FABLE Thomas McGuigan, Sp. l Nflf upon a time, in the land of Sl'lfSlelAl.- XYUN, there dwelt a Mil.- l,lfR and his wife. lt was a beautiful place, with BROOKS to turn the huge Xlll.l.S, which ground the flour that was sold in tl.:XY'l'ON and Mll.'l'oN. XYorkers are busy in the fields of XX'lll'l'l'f t'O'l'- TON. while the foremen are asleep beneath the lfl.XlS. And we see the Klll.l.l'fR now returning from town. llis face neither liRAYliNl JR smiling, bears a puzzled look lie has been searching all day long for someone to fix his mill, but though he found a MacBlfTll, A Mc- CUTCHIQON and a Mc- CL'If.iAN, there was not a mechanic to be found. So he, knowing the DAVID- SON be over and since he HAZLICDOIN with li i s work, is going to his home. He, being a modest man, walks into the house by the KIQTCIIICN door. Supper is ready, so he quickly dashes off a few plates of onions, smothered with steaks, and then he inquires of his wife, How about some IIONIQYFORIJ de bread? But she, BOYNTON to his plate remarks, Not finish what you have, there. I see some spinach that you are IIARDING under your potatoes. Her husband replies gruf- fly, Obi why not l.:X'l l'.-X man alone? If he ain't al- lowed to eat in peace, what's the use of a man living? You make my blood BOYl.lf! Says the wife, lX'hat are vou yelling about? You MAXlYlfl.l. money, but still my l'L'RSli is empty. ln any t':XSlf l haven't any decent clothes to HURT- ON, while Xlrs. jones' hus- band tiOlJl7RlfY new dresses for her. You may be shi.-XliTlN your own way, but l hope the day- XYll.SON come when you will IJOXYSONthing for me. .-Xb, keep quiet. remarks the Xlll.l.lflQ. l've got to see my T.-XYl.OR, to order a new tuxedo, because my brother TORRICS on a nail. Sixty-nine