McCrae

As you probably already know, the symbol derives from a poem written by a Canadian military doctor, John McCrae, in 1915.

The ranch was owned by Donald McCrae, a pioneer of the district, and it was the show place of the country.

Mrs. McCrae—slight, gentle, motherly, with wavy silver hair—was plainly worried.

Sheila McCrae stood by, watching them, hearing the rasp of steel beneath the apparently casual words.

Young McCrae, silent, too grim of mouth for his years, was the makings of another hard man.

Donald McCrae appeared in a buckboard drawn by a light team which he was holding with difficulty.