Grandview Commerce High School - Annual Yearbook (Vancouver, British Columbia Canada)

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COMMERCE ANNUAL The rain was beating ferociously against the windows. A lonelv wird howled dismally under the eaves. A loose board on the verandah roof clattered and banged in a wild frenzy at every melancholy wail that was heard. Brr, I thought, looking up from one of the last chapters of the borlr, what a miserable night! l'll bet anything that the last of the murders was done on a night just like ..... ' C-RASH!!!! In a split second I was sitting upright in my chair, clarnniy hands grasp- ing my book. It had certainly sounded like glass crashing, and. yet--no, it must have been that loose board being torn out by the wind, I tried to resume my reading, but I was constantly straining to hear sorre- thing--a crash, a footstep, a door squeaking. CRASHH!! BANGH!! Suddenly the rain stopped. The wind died down until it was only a low moaning. The house was strangely still. The night outside ominously presajed disaster. I sat up straight panting. I didn't DARE breathe. I heard someone slowly tiptoeing down the stairs. One step, two, thrice-- five more then the hall, and then--the living room. Note to the few remaining readers: Now you finish it, l've collapsed. Q Q If P2 yt 2 rf 22 3i3G9i'5C9CS9CSC3iX9C?1C3S.'S3G3C3SSm 2 3 2 3 has BREAD b...4 -of .fjfj'i.Q SLAC ED FOR LUNCHES NOURISHJNG Bur Nor FA TTENING ,,,, - Fon SALE AT ALL sooo Gnocens

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COMMERCE ANNUAL THE PERFECT TEACHER t was a dull, dreary morning in November. Some teacher, I don't remem- ber who, was monotonously going through the lesson. Needless to say, my thoughts began to ramble and suddenly the question occurred to me. ls there such a thing as the Perfect Teacher? This thought would not leave my mind, sol later conducted a questionnaire among many of the students, and, after an exhaustive study of the question, came to the conclusion that the perfect teacher must be a composite of many of the commendable characteristics possessed by the staff of our school. First he must have the executive ability of Mr. Taylorg the vim, vigor, and vitality of Mr- Abercrombieg the conversational manner of Mr. Jonesg the robust health of Mr. Wilson and the smiling, happy disposition of Mr. Cox. Second, he should acquire the trait of Mr. Lockhart to tell clever. orig- inal jokesg the ability of Mr. Herd to quote more Shakespeare in five minutes than John Barrymore could read in one hour, and the patience of Mr, Alsbury. Mix with this the physique of Mr. Swansong Mr. Buckley's choice of cloth- ing, Mr. Brooks' quality to be the life of the partyg the mathematical mind of Mr. Clarke, and the Perfect Teacher is beginning to take shape. Miss Williamson contributes her frankness in telling her personal likes and dislikes, and Miss Laverock gives her lenient nature. From Miss Stirk comes the experiences she has gained from her extensive travelling, while Miss Nixon donates her wide knowledge of the special subjects she teaches. There, my dear friends, in the opinion of many of the students and myself, is the makings of the Perfect Teacher. But, when all is said and done, don't you think that such a teacher would be a terrible bore. Does it not irritate you to know a person who has no faults? So let us be thankful that we have not a perfect staff who expect perfect pupils and perfect work. MIDNIGHT ADVENTURE lt was just before midnight, when I was all alone in the house, that the big adventure occurred. I had safely bolted all the doors and windows, and had settled down in an easy chair with a gruesome murder mystery. The Swamp Murders.

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