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As we near the city the air becomes more
we are faced by a smoke cloud so dense, that
collision) until the other ferry emerges, hootin
of her whereabouts.
plunges into the smoky
her able skipper.

and more dirty. Finally
we must stop (for fear of
g and shrieking to tell us
The danger being past, our staunch little craft
gloom and is miraculously guided to the dock by

The wait outside Vancouver’s smoke-screen has delay.
order to reach school on time | must dash up Water Street.
minutes of dodging boxes of cabbages, crates of apples, chinks,
fuls of dead cow, | emerge into the purer atmosphere of Victor

ed us, and, in
After ten
and arm-
/ Square.
At last after panting through the square and snorting along Hamilton
Street, I arrive at the school. As | stagger up those well-worn stairs, out

of breath and fit to die, a ghastly, appaling thought strikes me—I left my
best stockings drying in the oven!

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Canin

Q-o-—y

rary

. a
Reproduced from the
Prize Mural Decoration
based on the old Indian
legend—

Reproduced from the
Prize Mural Decoration
based on the old Indian
legend—

“THE Lost Clam”
By Dora R.

“THE SLEEPING SALMON”
By Vera W.