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

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COMMERCE ANNUAL dead. Farther along the shore the famous beach of Waikiki could be seen and in its background a beautiful hotel. We had only a. few hours to spend so we left the ship as soo.n as possible. At the entrance to the wharf, native girls were selling Ieis or necklaces. Making way to the town, we decided to visit Dole's modern pineapple factory. Among the many interesting things to be seen were the skinning, cleaning and slicing of the pineapple, the last two operations being done by women, the first one by machine, Next is the canning and then the labeling which is done by the fastest machine in the world, doing aboutone thousand cans per minute. But all good things come to an end and Honolulu is no exception. Soon we were slowly moving out of the harbour. The Hawaiian orchestra was playing the Welcome and Farewell Song and Aloha, while the natives dived for money which the passengers threw to them. The next week we crossed the Equator and approached the land of down under . Suva, Fiji, was our next port of call. The first thing our wandering eye glanced on, as we approached the wharf, was the native policemen in their uniforms of navy blue coat with brass buttons and white pointed skirts, blafk skins and sticking-up hair. On the opposite side of the fence which en- closes the wharf, the natives have small tents in which they display their wares. Rings, bracelets, brooches and many other things made from tortoise shell were for sale. Some had hand-woven fans, and blankets and at the far end baskets made from pineapple leaves filled with beautiful coloured coral were for sale. The native women sell long necklaces made from many different kinds of coloured seeds. Suva is a quiet town, having both European and native stores, the latter operated by Hindus and Chinese. At the entrance to the harbour the surf can be seen breaking on the coral reef. As we reached Auckland, New Zealand., the weather became colder for we were now approaching winter. In some ways the Auckland harbour is not unlike that of Vancouver. This is the last lap before we reach Australia and already we noticed a distinct English accent in the speech of the people. We also noticed the change in the money since it was now pounds, shillings, and pence. Auckland has many beautiful buildings, theatres, and parks. One theatre had a roof of pale blue and on this were stars which made one think he was looking up into the sky. The museum and war memorial is a very fine building. The lower part of the museum has many wonderful exhibits including a Maori hut, canoes, coloured fish, beautiful birds, and skeletons of prehistoric animals. We were warned of the treacherous weather to expect on the Tasman Sea, but, to our surprise, found the crossing between New Zealand and Australia very calm.

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COMMERCE ANNUAL Nearing Sydney Harbour our first glimpse of the world's largest island was one of flat barren rocks on which were placed guns for the purposes of fortification. As we turned the point of the harbour, we came in sight of the famous Sydney Bridge and at last sailed under it, We had arrived and I wondered what the future held for us in the land of the Kangaroo and the Koala Bear, Edythe Slater ,. l. ...U .,,...-,,,.... TWILIGHT Silent shadows softly sleeping In the holiows of a vale, Purple mists uplifting creeping, Blanket corners of a dale. Twilight comes, and then a hush! The earth seems stifled with one command. A light appears, no power can crush That one lone star of day's sweet end, God's creatures are at rest once more Where stillness reigns in darkened wood. Breezes softly whispering o'er Sing lullahies of Night's dark hood. MEMORIES Many a ship in my life has come, And many a ship has gone, But there was one old ship, a grand old ship And her memory lingers on. She was only a four masted schooner, she was, But the 'Queen of the Seas to me, For l'd been both mate and captain to her When l'd served in my youth at sea. In the evening, after the sun's gone down, And my work for the day is done, I often sit and think of my ship And the days when l was young.