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 On a certain date set by the Ice Pool Ctmmittce, the switchcs are all set and the clock started operating on dry batteries. The clock is clostgfl and sealed, and the key for the clock deposited in the bank by one of the Cammit- tee, who is the only one to have access to it. When the ice moves sufficiently to pull the switch on the bank building, the clock immediately stops as the circuit is broken. At the same time, the circuit that operates the bell on the telephone pole has been closed, and the bell starts ringing. When sufficient time has elapsed to allow everybody to congregate at the bank, the switch at the bottom of the telephone pole is pulled and the bell stops. Tickets are sold long beforehand, people recording their guess to the very exact time the ice will break. The prize depends upon the number of tickets sold, and the winner usually has a few thousand dollars to his credit for being clever enough to out-guess his fellow gamblers, All of this sounds like a very great to-do about a mere river breaking up, but it must be seen to be urder- stood. The entire river moves in a sweeping mass, the incredibly big blocks of ice cracking, twisting, and crashing in a mighty roaring maelstrom. The crowds lining the banks are fascinated. and just a little afraid. Their faces show a fear for the ruthless mightiness of nature. At the herd in the river, the banks narrow to form a smaller passage for the waters of the Yukon, and now the swifter moving mass is checked, for the great chunks of ice form I jam. The water consequently rises behind this wall of about twelve feet of solid ice. and gradually forces itself under the wall, hurling the blocks to the banks where they remain until the Spring sunshine melts away the last re- minder of Winter. Helen Smith --0-0-Q-L THE BEACH-COMBER Everything was quiet. The constant swell of the sea lullfd me into a dreamy, pensive, mood. Never-ending rows of long, curling waues foams -st- ed, crept up the cool pebbly beach. Suddenly, the piercing shf iek o' a sea all heralded the arrival of another invader, and it was then I noticed hir. I felt as though I had been suddenly transferred to an alien world, for behold-proud Neptune arose from the Kingdom of the Sea! I scurried nimhly behind the shelter of a rock, but was forcto to turn hack again to that kingly figure. He was tall--so tall, the massive shore rrcks shrank to mere pebbles. His arrogant head was crowncd with laurcls of siliery