H. J. Moberly, 86, fur trader in the employ of the Hudson's Bay Company for thirty-seven years, passed through Edmonton, June 15th, on his way from Cedarvale, B.C., to his home at Duck Lake, Sask. This aged veteran of the H.B.C. fur trade service has the distinction of having seen Edmonton at an earlier date than any living white man. He reached the Saskatchewan at Edmonton in 1854, sixty-seven years ago. Mr. Moberly has been staying for the past year at the fruit ranch of his son, forty miles west of Hazelton, B.C. _Published Monthly by the Hudson's Bay Company for Their Employees Throughout the Service_ [Illustration] The Beaver "_A Journal of Progress_" Copyright, 1921, by the Hudson's Bay Company Address all communications to Editor, "THE BEAVER," York and Main Streets, Winnipeg, Canada. Vol. I JULY, 1921 No. 10 A National Flag for Canada Canada has no flag; a startling assertion, but true. The Dominion emblem so familiar to Canadians is a marine ensign authorized by the Imperial Government many years ago _for use on Canada's merchant shipping_. No flag has ever been officially adopted by the Canadian people. Among designs submitted for a distinctive Canadian flag, one which most appeals to the sense of fitness displays the Union Jack in the upper left quarter and nine blue stars in the form of the Great Dipper and North Star on a field of white in the remaining three quarters. One star for each province, in the form of the familiar constellation of the Northland, sealed with the symbol of Empire! The antipodean dominion of New Zealand has the Southern Cross on a field of red, with the Union Jack, for her official flag. This design was adopted from several hundred submitted by citizens. Canada too should have a flag of her own--an emblem to emphasize her essential nationhood--of a design that will connote her stewardship of this North Portal of the Empire. Carrying Water A motorist, mired down on a country road, asked a passing lad with a team to pull him out. Paying the boy's price of two dollars the car owner remarked, "Well, son, do you make much money at this sort of thing?" "You are the fifth I have pulled out to-day," replied the boy. "I should work nights, too, at that rate," said the motorist. "I do," said the boy, "at night I haul water for the mud-hole." In business many young men are like the boy and the mud-hole. They have a single eye to making the job _last_. Fixed in a situation with certain routine things to do they lose ambition and are chiefly concerned with stretching their duties to fill a day. No origination. No progress. No increasing of efficiency to fit themselves for greater responsibilities. They are "carrying water" in this blind way oftentimes until it's too late to stride out into bigger things. Don't "carry water." Mend the road, and find a way to speed up traffic. The pay will be higher and the work more satisfying. Arena Lust