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

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Bowers, while the lily adds the touch of quiet dignity. As summer mellows into fall, some of the flowers begin their long sleep, while in their place reign some of the hardier autumn blooms. Nowhere in tl1e colour scheme of nature is there a flower or bush which does not harmonize perfectly with the season in which it blooms. Thus, in autumn when the leaves turn golden yellows, flaming reds and warm browns, most of the flowers found - Q Concerning Youth f f fjllllflll' Essay, S61 ond Award Are we going to fight harder for peace, or are we going to let things go on as they are until there is a war? If there is a war, will we, the youth of Canada, fight, as did our fathers? These are two questions vital to the youth of to-day. We are always having the horrors of the last War, in which our fathers and mothers lost many dear friends and relations, in which many young people lost their fathers, brought to our attention. Yet, while this is being done, preparation is going on for a greater and more horrible massacre than that of 1914-18. Why should we, the young people of to- day, be made to throw away the hope, love and happiness that lies ahead, just because certain nations are acting like selfish people? Yet this is the most likely cause of the next war. Here is what I mean by nations acting like selfish people. One nation obtains a sub- marine, and some airplanes, the nation next door, hearing of this, immediately procure two submarines, and more airplanes than his neighbour. This goes on and on, hostilities becoming more and more apparent, until, finally, one nation, feeling itself superior, de- clares war. Other nations are immediately EASTERN ECHO blooming in the months of September and October are of vivid shades also. Marigolds. zinnias, perfect flowers. dahlias and chrysanthemums are examples of these gaily coloured Now, as we are drawing near the season when the last snows of winter melt away, and the first robin chirps his cheery message in some budding tree. we once again look forward to the colourful carnival of nature. by DICK RITCHIE, 2C dragged into the fray because of treaties and promises to be an ally to one of the warring nations: thus the world becomes embroiled in an indescribable orgy of warfare. The reason to-day for the lack of expan- sion in Canada is a want of a larger popula- tion, If this is the case to-day, what would happen to this country if all of her young people were sent forth to die on the battle- field? This reason alone should be enough to make any Canadian, man or woman, old or young, fight with all he or she possesses for World Peace . The other important question is: will we fight if there is a war? If Britain is involved the answer is, 'tYes , with a capital Any loyal British subject will naturally want to fight for the freedom of the Empire. Loyalty, however, is not the only reason we should fight, side by side with England. If England were defeated, what would be the next move of the foreign victor? The answer is obvious. The victorls next move would be the conquest of Canada. Why? Because of its vast quantities of undeveloped natural resources, and, above all, its great possibilities for population. Our motto should be, Fight primarily for peace, and Fight for the freedom of the Empire in any consequencef' Fifty-seven

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AY JUNIOR SCHOOL yrtwlriy in 9 as 4, .3 I ly X :T f like 52 NJ f' ,N MGI fi li X , LITERARY FLOWERS f f tfunior Essay, First ,4luft1rf1'l ' was-' ye I PRING is not far away, and tiny green sprouts will soon be mal-:ing their appearance above the earth. Before most of these ilowers unfold their buds, however, the tiny snow- . ped its petals. The yellow crocuses flower about the . drop has bloomed and drop- same time and seem to whisper to the world a cheery greeting as the cold winds blow, and the sky remains dull and dreary, These tiny flowers are, however, the heralds of spring, and with spring comes life and hopeg life to the trees, life to the songs of the birds, life to the flowers and hope to man. After these flowers come all those that make spring and summer, to me at least, the most beautiful seasons of the year. Golden yellow daffodils reflecting the sun in their dainty petals, tall stately tulips of glowing Fifty-six by IJONNA KILPATRICK, 2C crimson or blush pink, narcissus with fragile white petals and hyacinths, perfect pyramids of bloom, come next in the parade of the flowers. And, what flower fills the fragrant june air with a sweeter perfume than that of the lavender lilac of May and early june? With june come some of Natures most beautiful blooms. including the peony, whose satiny petals vary in colour from a delicate pink to a lovely rose. and from an ivory white to a deep crimson. june is also the month when the rose is at its best. It would be use- less for me to try to find words that would really describe the wonderful shadings of this flower. It is enough fo say that from the smallest climber to the most perfect hot- house bloom, the rose truly lives up to its title of Queen of the Flowers , july and August, however, bring the real summer flowers that flourish beneath the warmth of the sun. Graceful vines of sweet peas, tall spikes of gladioli, cornflowers and delphiniums of vivid blue, cheerily tinted nasturtiums, daisies. phlox. poppies and pansies are only a few of the dainty garden EASTERN ECHO

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ll W6 Could Choose G I wonder how many of us long to throw up this humdrum city life and do what we really want to do? Don't you sometimes feel as though city life were slowly strangling you? Have you ever experienced that restless feeling inside your breast, a helpless desire crying and struggling to free itself and become a reality? If you have, you know what I mean when I speak of the city as a prison. Perhaps you have also thought of a prison you'd enjoy. Will you bear with me, while I describe mine? A rugged mountain range majestically stands guard over one end of the valley, and then like a giant staircase it drops down on either side. On the other end a dense forest rises against a deep blue. cloudless sky. In the foreground stands a large log cabin. Chairs, couches, and tables are manufactur- ed from wood brought from the forest. Soft leather cushions make chairs and couches the acme of comfort. A bear rug in front of an open fireplace makes cold wintery nights a cozy delight, A short distance from the cabin there is a rather small. but deep creek. This basin was worn out of the rock, years ago, by an underground river and is now an excellent swimming hole. However, we must stay quite near the surface, for the water is rather cold at the bottom. For drinking water and to catch fish, we must climb a short distance up the mountain slope. An icy little river trickles over the worn stones, gathering force and volume, and tumbles down a five foot drop, creating a miniature Niagara Falls. It rushes on and then after a short distance it slows down as if infiuenced by the peaceful scene around it. It ambles lazily along until it finally disappears into a crevasse. We find indescribable beauty as, at dusk. the glorious sun sinks slowly down behind the mountains. Its dying embers, like a great tire, tint the snow-capped mountain peaks a blood red. At last its splendor fades and darkness closes down. When we return to this spot a short time later, we are equally speechless as her misty sister climbs steadily up into the vast dark Fifty-eight ur prison by YERNA SMITH, 2F sky. Again the mountain snow is tinted, but oh. how differently! The colours are soft and ingenious, as if a master painter had lightly passed his brush over the scene. Soft orange, splashes of silver, royal deep purple, and a delicate yellow form the colour scheme of our mountain guardians. The forest shines with a ghostly light and a soft breeze car- ries to us the heavenly odour of the pines. The little river rushes past like a Hood of disturbed quick-silver and dashes over the precipice, throwing up a misty veil that seems to have all the colours of the rainbow and more besides. The splashing water sparkles like a thousand jewels and babbles with joy as if it realized its own beauty. The lights of the cabin cast a reddish glare on the still creek, while the moon builds a silver roadway down the centre. But unlike the babbling, conceited little river, the creek bears her beauty modestly, and re- mains silent. Peace, contentment, beauty of Nature, we find all here. We find something to really thank God for. Now, I thank you for your kind attention. I hope perhaps you'll say, as my brother did: Say, you're stealing my stuff. Thats what I always wanted. 0 OUR HOMEWORK ll'ln1f keeps us in the whole night througlz? lilies us sad and makes us blue? Jlzzkes us mad and sulky too? Our Homework. I ll'!zat causes us to grunt and groan? To sigh so deeply and fu moan? To mutter in a nz0on'y lone? Our Hl7l7ICiE'l7l'k.' ll'l1f1f makes 115 stamp and fear our hair? Gives to our eyes that vacant stare? -Ind Causes us a jrmwl to wear? Om' H0n1CIL'ork.' WIARIAN WANGLAND, 451 EASTERN ECHO