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

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23 ' , Y g bep ibaht lieu' 351525 gg 'JBQ Zlatk Gastaugb V 0 0571 T happened in a boarding school 3 one of these place s where e v e r y H i g h S c h o ol b o y wishes he could go 5 one of these places where they have dormitories, professors, feeds, chums-every- thing imaginable. 9 1 muy:-' . J-S' 2-F 'QQ 3ipf,gQ5gn?3, :WZ2:zuqg:ai.'!L' ??1'5i5'i'Zf5fs5i3? i-1-fn:- g'5qp 4 512212: 23,Z'3.Q S . - Iva, '- quiz.,-. N., -' :Y 'G bb- 939' -.fling Q v Qffhsti, ' - , - ei I 'Ac sI-Q I ' 3 H ' - 9 3. For William Waddle, however it spelled one thing only-unhap- piness. Brought up in India, until he was fifteen,by an uncle who had early set about breaking the boy's spirit, he was suddenly thrust into school life in America when his Uncle had suddenly decided to marry. Some cousins of h i s mothers, elderly ladies, had offered him little kindnesses, had sent him a hamper or two, but they could not penetrate the wall which seemed to enclose the boy. His appearance was not unfavourable either. He stood about five feet four inches, of medium build, brown hair and rather fine brown eyes disfigured considerably by ugly horn-rimmed glasses. William Waddle l Even his name was against him, and that miserable, cowed look made him the natural target for many practical jokes. Three boys in particular, Martin, Morse and Vanderpool seemed banded together for the special purpose of plaguing him. Not bad fellows, on the whole, but thoughtless, and ready for a bit of fun at anyone's expense. William became their hobby, a legitimate prey. Often William thought of running away from school and of leaving its torments behind him, but where could he go F Little did he know what fate was hiding for him around the corner l The Academy Social Society was busy. Committees of a dozen varie- tieshadbeenformed,andeverywhere there was talk not of games, rowing, feeds or anything so ordinary, but girls l The three Inseparables were everywhere, writing, phoning, planning-so busy in fact that they let William go for a whole day without playing one trick on him. But alas l That same Fate that was twinkling kindly upon William grinned maliciously at them and their plans. One after another the blows fell: Martin's girl was going to Princetown for a week, Morse's admired one was down with the mumps, Vander- pool's girl turned him down Hat. Their lamentations were heard all over the school, but it was too late now to make new arrangements. Alone, as usual, William wan- dered down to the river and sat down. He stooped over to cut a twig with his pen-knife when a branch from an overhanging wil- low caught his glasses and hurled them into the stream. Too sur- prised to notice where they went he looked about him. He could see