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

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60 going to see a famous name band in a one- night appearance at one of the popular dancing places, you had to look about to reassure yourself that you were in our own school gym. Many wouldn't buy an invitation, but many students besides the members of the Air Cadets, on the basis of their participation in school activities, ob- tained them. Seen among the crowd en- joying the absolutely super music were Joan McFarlane, Bert Walker, Bob Craig, Betty Burford, and Bill McAlpine. Geri Locke RED AND WHITE PROM Our familiar gym was transformed into a perfect ballroom for the Red and White Prom on Feb. 25. A red and white pylon in the centre of the floor held a huge kaleidoscopic globe that revolved under a big silver star and reflected dashes of multicoloured light throughout the gym. A trellis of flowers, D. T. S. crests, and red TECH THTLER and white streamers played their parts in the gay decorations. In the receiving line were: Ron Tyndall and Joan McFarlane, Principal and Mrs. Ferguson. Vice-Principal and Mrs. Magee, Mr. and Mrs. May, Mr. and Mrs. Hodgins. Later in the evening Ron Tyndall made a presentation to Mr. Ferguson and Mr. Magee in recognition of their 25 years with Danforth Tech. Doing a reappearance at Danforth was that ever-popular man with Tech. stu- dents, Boyd Valleau and Orch. Seen among the crowd enjoying his mellow music were Shirley McColl, Ross Wren. Doreen Begley, Mike Harrison, Joan Hawes and Bill Dimoff. Refreshments were served in the cafe- teria during intermission, and punch in the gym to thirsty dancers throughout the evening. Everyone in the extra large turnout agreed this year's Prom was the best yet. Geri Locke .1 fu 1 ,I . N .z,,. ',-I . Qu.,'0 if 3 'eil i f ...R ffl' ' 1 M- 5 1 ! I l 4 7 I V S l f' Q ,i 1 1' 5 fi A ' V' ISM 0 xi' ffff A 57 'gy 4, .iq Me? -N. fl ff ' ll V ffl' rs 'fr a 1125 ff-Lx U f X ' ' AGE? f ,If wi -'FIST' S: SW fs, .' 3 'na ctw -I X:-f f V er R-a-4-5 li- 5 'B 32 'Q4 ..' V l O0 so kwa 'g j 5 5 Q05 'f V L 5 Q95 ' 4 ' f! ' :ke 'W' MMEE QEQQ4 A..-

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62 Cl-IIUH BOY Ay gmac.. ragga, fuse The Se-Kiang crawled by, thick and slug- gish, while the oriental sun beat down on a land of brown mud and yellow water. From the steaming fields came a hot, moist breeze peculiar to the interior of China's Southern Provinces. lt was noon, and miles away, over the shimmering purple Peling Moun- tains, a black line of clouds was gathering. Only the fat buzzing flies and tiny wriggling water spiders showed any signs of life. As the afternoon dragged on and the heat and humidity grew worse, even the flies became still. Then, far up the river, a tiny object appeared, dancing in the heat haze and moving downstream with the lazy cur- rent. lt was a small native sampan carrying a Chinese peasant and his bundles of mul- berry leaves. Sweating, naked to the waist, he toiled on, wielding his long oar in effort- less rhythm. His big round hat, hand-fash- ioned from the river reeds, was tipped down over his face. shielding his eyes from the fierce glare. He chanted a strange native tune as he paddled on. This, and the dip- ping of his oar, were the only sounds dis- turbing the perfect quiet. The native stopped long enough to turn and look at the skvg then he resumed pad- FISH HUD CHIPS iq fqmze agadlan, Mqlrq Grandpa , said Barney, looking up hope- fullv from his porridge and milk, c'n I have a dog? This was the question put before Captain Hank by his six-year-old grandson. Ever since Barney's parents had died, he and the boy had lived on the old fishing vessel, the Sally Anne, anchored in Bass Bay. All the sailors knew them and were forever bring- ing little presents to the curly-haired, blue- eyed child. They had given him a fishing pole which had never, never caught a fish, a parrot, a couple of turtles, candies, and other such gifts. The captain had agreed to let the turtles stay and even the parrots, but now a dog . . .! Well now , said the captain slowly, just what kind of a dog were ye expecting to get. Oh, maybe one that likes the water see'n as he'd have to live on the boat, said Bar- ney thoughtfully. One that wouldn't get seasickf' Now that's too bad, son, said the cap- tain, 'cause I don't reckon there's any such dog as likes the water. Maybe he could get used to it, Grandpa, and I'd clean up after 'im if he did get kind of sick, said the boy. TECH TFITLER dling at a quicker rate, for the black clouds were almost overhead. As the clouds shut out the withering heat of the sun, the Se- Kiang lost its yellow colour and became a foreboding black. Along the banks of the river a buzzing arose as millions of insects moved off in search of shelter from the com- ing rain. Then, with an ear-splitting clap of thunder, the buzzing was forgotten. The thunder crashed and echoed from the Peling Mountains, and here and there jagged forks of lightning plunged into the ground. Terror stamped on his face, the superstitious native began paddling fiercely into shore. Reaching the south bank of the river, he leaped from his sampan onto the mud-flat. As his legs sank knee-deep into the sticky mire, a scream of horror came from his lips. He thrashed about wildly, reaching out with straining arms for the bow of his boat. The brown mud reached his waist. Shouting and twisting, he sought escape from his awful captor. The mud closed around his neck, and he screamed forth a prayer to his gods. Then he disappeared. Only his hat remained, but that too, under the relentless beating of the rain, soon vanished beneath the brown mud. That's all very well and good, lad, but just where do ye think I'll be gettin' the money to buy ye a dog. Besides it's liable to fall overboard and get itself drowned and then you'd be unhappy, the money wasted, and no good would come of it all. How about me gettin' you one o' those stuffed dogs? You wouldn't have to feed it and it wouldn't fall overboard? But it wouldn't run or bark, pleaded Barney. Please, Grandpa? l Ifll think it over, muttered the captain in his. sandy beard and considered the matter c osed. Barney was about to say more when the Nancy Lou drew alongside and Mike and Joe came aboard. Mike began telling Cap- tain Hanks about a new sure-fire bait while Joe went over to Barney and learned all about the hoped-for dog. One night about a week later, after Barney had gone to bed, the captain inspected his catch for the day. It was the largest he'd gotten in some time and he felt quite proud of it. After checking the moorings and mak- ing sure the boat was safe for the night, Captain Hanks went below to his bunk to dream of the profits he'd get from the catch.