Danforth Technical School - Tech Tatler Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

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TECH TA'I'Ll'IR h QKUUSUIIHS QEUB 6 ' ' o Snow clouds line the Hush horizon Far' in the western skyg The night is fast decending, : For snowbirds homeward Hy. Q , The wind is sighing 'in the firs 2 That fringe the snow-capped hill, Soft snowiiakes float down gently Qflnd children's dream fulfill. 3 Qflnd through all the drifting snowiiakes, 2 Bright golden lights shine out, ' 0 Flashing their' royal welcomes To carollers about. The sky is now quite clear' again, Q Uflnd 'cross the cloudless night, 0 0 The winter moon is sailing ' Q , y Serenely into sight. 0 From out the village church nearby, We hear' the merry chimes Pealing the Christmas story, 2 The greatest of all times. 2 -H. Flaxman 9 o Lg . : IX1 , 0

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TECH TATLER giigaeeaaem-taeeaiiig, QEI1itoriaI NCE again the Christmas spirit is with us. At school, at home, at play, wherever' we move there is some- one willing to do us a good turn or' waiting to wish us the familiar, C7VIerry' Christmas. gflnd so we too have a desire in our' hearts to say' the kind thing: to do the good deed: to help the Lame dog over' the Sti1e. Let us not miss an opportunity' of making someone happier' this Christmas Tide. Why' not, at this season, let the motto of Danforth Tech be : G1ory' to Godg Peace on Earthg Goodwill to Q7VIen ? If we do this we shall not go far' astray'. Those who know JVIr'. Brown, the Tech Tat1er's supervisor, will join with the edi- torial staff in sincerely' regretting his illness and in wishing him a speedy' recovery'. We miss him greatly' in the editing of the Tatler' but with the help of JVIr'. Staples we are trying to keep up the good work. Vind now readers, the Tech Tatler' Edi- torial Stal? take this opportunity' of wishing you one and all a very' JVIerry' Christmas and a Happy' and Prosperous New Year. .bi fx iiwwwwwwtl?

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5 gr: lf' Q' :Nfl lififsf, Qf'.f,f', fx. iff fzgf be 151th gt - 1Bg Qrbarlzs Garuner vs. Y Y v- . -Q A . . ' ' 'J-Q-,W K-,we-,,,,, ,,,,, 'K vs vs vw vs ,a,a,4fK,f,+f1-, I. is f4.f'e'5,f4.g.f, . , J, ,..i, , jerjfgggsfgg USK was falling A I like ashroudover Liffel le Prix. On the tarmac of the 71st aero Squadron of the fightingsixthpur- suit group, me- chanics and pilots were standing with upraised startled faces. Hard, weary eyes were glued to the dark- ening skies. Throat muscles stood out in their tanned necks like whip cords. Guttural curses rumbled through thin lipped twisted mouths. Fists which had been tanned the colour of leather were lifted in berserk frenzy toward a black winged ship that was hurtling out of the north- ern horizon and lowering ominous- ly toward the 71st war torn field. With staccato reverberation the anti-air craft batteries that surronded the tarmac challenged the hurtling denizen of the higher ether. Like giant fireflies burst after burst formed a death ring in the sky, but Von Stettin, bloody dagger of the Ger- man Air Force came recklessly through the fire. It's the bloody dagger fella, stuttered a mechanic. It's the bloody dagger fella! Yeah, answered one of his mates, Hand I'll bet that he got another one of our pilots. Suddenly a gasp swept through the group on the tarmac. The Jerry had swept a leathered sleeved arm over the black fuselage and lei .,,tiWi,h Z Il i i w l .100 emi? ,Xi . dropped a small chute, his racing Mercedes motor roaring defiance. Captain Burns who had been standing apart from the rest watched the plane roar away with a gleam of cold defiance in his eyes. H HGet that chute, he ordered, and bring it to me at once.' ' Grease covered overalled legs flashed across the short grass of the field. A greasy hand picked up the chute and a long cylindrical carrier that was fastened to it. Silently the Captain tore it open and ground the chute under foot. A short message printed in perfect English was folded neatly inside. At the top of the sheet was a dagger dripping scarlet. Eyes hardened into icy pools and lips into thin white lines asthe pilots read : CCGREETINCS FROM VON STETTIN 'ro THE 71sT SQUADRON- I had the honour of bringing down another one of your pilots- He rode a Bristol Fighter No. 472 and his name, if I am not mistaken, was Bill White. White made a brave showing for a pilot with only two lights. He went down in Hames behind our lines and before my guns. I sincerely regret the necessity of having to dispatch such a brave man. Your friendly Enemy, BARON KARL VoN STETTIN. P.S.-If there is any pilot who thinks he would like to try to even up the score he might meet me