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ing on the very top of the poor Indian’s teepee, burying the Chief and portrait of
the Patron, Thunderbird.

As time went on, Captain Vancouver died and many people came to live in
his discovered land. Unfortunately they believed that reading, writing and arith-
metic were more important than art and the red brick building became a high school.

Nobody ever knew it was intended to be a little Royal Academy, no one ever
looked at the old reproductions of sunsets and cottages that hung on the walls. No
one ever suspected that deep below the basement brooded the discontented spirit
of Chief Buckshot—until . . .

One day, in 1925, a group of thinkers founded what they believed to be the
first Art School. And this school flourished and flourished for many years until
the founders decided to move to a building of their own and they chose the red
brick school that Captain Vancouver had built many years before.

On the day the School was opened, the old spirit of Buckshot began to stir
far below the basement, while above, in the staff room, the teachers were trying to
design a suitable crest for their art school. Try as they would, they couldn’t make
up their minds as to what the crest should be, and they all went home quite dis-
gruntled.

That night, the Spirit of the great Tyee, Buckshot, emerged from below
the basement with a brush and a can of black paint.

And when the teachers and students arrived at the red brick building next
morning they found their crest shining new and black over the entrance. It was the
portrait of an Indian Thunderbird.

(Ed. The Annual offered publication to the best school legend submitted.
The foregoing legend by Molly Lamb resulted.)