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

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COMMERCE ANNUAL IN MEMORIAM Losing Bob was like losing my right hand. He was a real pal. He pulled me out of more tight places than any other friend could have thought of doing, That time when he pulled me from the Dead River after our canoe had overturned. If it wasn't for him then, I wouldn't be here now. Lost, sick with hunger, and half frozen, Bob came to the door of my cabin seven years ago. That was when I first saw him. I fed him and put him to work, and he helped me more than any man could have. He was a companion through those long six months of darkness. There was that time when we were attacked by a Grizzly. While running, I had tripped and sprained my ankle, but Bob did notleave me. No, he stayed and fought that bear until he had it so worried that it was glad to take the chance of escaping. That was almost two years ago He left me at the cabin this morning, I presume to hunt rabbit. When he did not return by noon, I became worried and went to look for him.l found him at the end of a canyon stretched out in a pool of blood. It looked as though he had been attacked by another bear, and had lost the battle which had ensued. He was in a fearful condition--ripped to shreds. Such a fine companion should receive a burial fit for a king, but, in this country, it is impossible for any really decent burial. As soon as I can thaw a plot that will be large and deep enough for him, I will place him at rest, I have started carving a monument for him, and will place on it an epitaph which will read as follows: Here lies my friend and companion, One who finished his job. I found him dead in the canyon, Alas, t'was my poor Huskie--Bob. Cecil Blatchford THE END OF THE DROUGHT Just at dusk the storm struck the village. The whole day had been strangely quiet as if waiting expectantly for something to happen- Now, a sense of re- lief went through me. At last the world would have rain, Thunder pourded against the murky clouds seeking ,relentlessly to batter its way through. At intervals, forks of lightning lit the sky with a weird glow. Then came the rain. At first, in torrents, absolutely vertical. lt beat on the road like the tramp of a thousand soldiers, bouncing to the height of four inches or so, and then soaking into the thirsty earth.

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COMMERCE ANNUAL The thunder abated and very seldom now did the lightning pierce the wall of the sky.The rain calmed to a steady patter and remained so for the rest of the night. I looked around me. The grass was a fresher green and the flowers raised their lofty heads and stood as flagstaffs. The birds began to sing. People commenced to straggle out into the streets. Walking up and down, letting the soothing rain strike their faces and seep through their light clothing. They did not care. There was only one thing that mattered to th-em-the drought was over. There would be no hot, sultry days with dust-laden winds catching one's every breathg no more cattle would wail pathetically in the plains, look into the heat-oppressed air, and then sink slowly to the ground and lie stillg no more burning afternoons when people would not venture to leave the house for fear the blazing sun would strike them down into a raving fever. Yes, it was all over, and one by one the villagers dropped to their knees in the wet streets, looked into the moisture-filled clouds, and gave thanks to God for the long-awaited gift of rain. A TRIP TO THE ANTIPODES The prospect ot a trip to Australia did at first sound rather exciting, but ns the days wore on and one thought of all one was leaving, a dread filled its place, . The great day arrived and mid tears and stream- ers we left. The next five hours to Victoria were ,,, T almost blank since all I did was to get settled in my new quarters and get hopelessly lost looking 4- for the dining room. nz- N L r -A ti' gi? I 7 . -1- FPS? -. 1--3' l fl, mf .r pe 432 at r 4 X -tat -1 'lb' 5 ff . ' -':' ,.,:.i ' ' ' SPH -' ' ful. wx' , x Jig e1 1' fre- , -N ' -' f3l!'25'- ff.-197 - - AZ ' 15 :,,-M -- 'e ' Leaving Victoria was really worse than one J -, ff Tl L55 . . . . . would imagine since it meant leaving the last part of Canada. One of my fellow passengers was so homesick that I wondered when she would try to jump off and swim to shore. The next few days were spent in my cabin as I was afflicted with usual seasickness, but on the fourth day I managed to get on deck and was soon well again. The weather had turned rather warm as we were approaching Honolulu, land of palms, white sand and Hawaiian music. The first glimpse of land was Dia- mond Head. This mountain at one time was an active volcano, but it is now