Vermilion School of Agriculture - Yearbook (Vermilion, Alberta Canada)

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Stock Judging Class (2nd Year Boys) SIMPSON’S Mail Order are happy to extend, once again, greet¬ ings and best wishes for continued success to the directors, students and graduates of the Vermilion School of Agriculture. We recognize in this great Agricultural School a vast force for good in the lives of those seeking to improve their knowledge of agriculture, and particularly those who intend making agriculture their life vocation. Send for a Simpson Catalogue You will find its hundreds of pages of new merchandise of real interest. SIMPSON REGINA, SASK.

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Boston Cafe The Down-Town Home of F.S.A. Students Excellent Food Served at all H ours AFTER THEATRE LUNCHES A SPECIALTY ChowKarpoy, Proprietor Bulyea Avenue Phone lki Columbia Theatre VERMILION ALBERTA The Best Productions only and the Newest Mondays, Tuesdays and Wednesdays Canadian Paramount News Thursdays, Fridays and Saturdays Canadian Metrotone News Coming During April: THE SEA WOLF (Milton Sills)—Sea Story FEET FIRST (Harold Lloyd)—Comedy MOROCCO (Gary Cooper)— Story of the Orient THE BIG TRAIL (Big Outdoor Production) HELL’S HARBOUR (Epic of the Air) Compliments OF Safeway Stores Limited VERMILION - ALBERTA forty ]

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OUR DISCOVERY OF THE WEST (Continuee from page 12) turned and spat into the river, and then added with a fine sense of ridicule, “She’ll break down at Battle Creek.” “You’re crazy,” Archie shouted, “and you’re wrong.” But later, on our trip, Archie asked me curiously, “How did that guy knew?” With the exception of the familiarity of this customs official Archie found the camaraderie of the States much to his liking. His introduction was usually his police card which he presented on the slightest pretext. If the stranger reciprocated, as he frequently did, with, “ I once knew a McGillicudy in Texas, or Wyoming, or Nantucket.” only strong oxen could drive Archie away. As a consequence by day we loitered, by night we travelled, and we slept when we could. There is a distinct fascination in driving at night. The ever-widening ribbon of road, the mystery of the half-hidden countryside, and the silence of sleeping towns,—all combine to create in one an elation, a sense of supremacy over an inert world. A spell at the wheel, an overpower¬ ing sleepiness, and then a few hours of relaxation, with intermittent snatches of sleep, and a vision of stars and moon. After a night in the open, what a delightful lassitude one feels in the damp warmth of morning. Like a couple of tramps we always turned off the highway into some quiet retreat for two or three hours’ sleep. On our third day I really discovered Archie. He had an unutterable aversion to Englishmen and Kings. To be agreeable. I differed with him on these subjects, but my disagreement was futile. He tore the unfortunate Englishman limb from limb and scattered him callously through the entire state of Illinois. Kings he reserved for Wisconsin, but, them, too, he thrust overboard with fine indifference. “We don’t need them,” he argued. “They know nothing, they do nothing, and they cost us money. Chuck ’em and let ’em go to work.” One day, at Madison, we got into close conversation with an American cousin whose ideas on kingship paralleled Archie’s. He suggested much the same disposal of George V. “Kick him out, that’s what you should do, kick him out.” It was then the McGillicudy reached his full stature. “Why, you little runt,” Archie shouted, jumping up. “I’ll kick you out if you talk that way. We wouldn’t trade him for a barrelful of Presidents and all your Governors thrown in.” Funny people, these McGillicudys. Archie was still hot as we left the town. I dared not tell him he wason Highway 13 instead of 31, but let him speed along two or three miles until he discovered his own mistake. As he made the turn, he covered his discomforture by some remark about “darn’d Yankee ignorance,” and then relapsed into silence. Silence was most certainly golden in this instance. I crept into our rear compartment for a sleep. Shakespeare assures us that nature always manifests herself in strange ways before disaster. The death of Caesar was presaged by shooting tongues of fire and by the hooting of owls at noonday. Nature’s only warning to us was a day-long rain which poured down upon the Dakota detours with devasting effect and turned them into quagmires. I re¬ called Archie’s comparison with Verendrye and the water route and of the superiority of canoes. How we could have used canoes! All we had was a poor, old decrepit car that might better have been allowed to die peacefully in somebody’s back yard. Like Browning, it died fighting, but it died, nevertheless, with a sickening crunch in its interior which Archie promptly diagnosed with all the pride of the expert. It was dead, absolutely dead. I heard some vain mutterings about rear ends and broken crankshafts, but the substance of his words was, “dead.” “At any rate,” Archie muttered philosophically, “that customs fellow at Detroit was wrong. We re a long way west of Battle Creek. Which was undeniably true. And we were a long way east of Moose Jaw. “Archie,” I said next day, as we sat down to lunch in the diner, “after all, there’s some satisfaction in exploring in comfort. For a moment he failed to answer, but continued to survey sadly the fast-receding Dakota plains. Then he turned away, thrust his long legs farther beneath the table, and muttered in complete unawareness of my remark, “She was a good hack all the same. LEST WE FORGET IT With a veevo, with a vivo, with a veevo vivo vum Johnny get a rat trap bigger than a cat trap Johnny get a rat trap trap bang! Hoodleum, Boodleum, Ziss Boom Bah! AGRICULTURE. AGRICULTURE. RAH. RAH. RAH. AGRICULTURE RAH RAH, AGRICULTURE ZIP. Boys of the V.S. Rip. Rip, Rip. VER - MILION! VERMILION! Medical Advice: To the thin- Don’t eat fast. To the fat- Don’t eat fast. - 5)2 Vidor Duncan s Barber Shop GENERAL BARBERING LADIES ' HAIR BOBBED AND SHINGLED Marcelling and all Beauty Parlor Work by Mrs. Duncan VICTOR DUNCAN, Prop. MAIN STREET VERMILION .Gp-j- [ Page forty-two }