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

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66 LAKE SUCCESS Ccontinuedb numbered dials like those on electric irons. When some members were just agreeing or repeating what the one before had said fand this they doll I listened to them in Chinese, Spanish, and even French. We talked things over for a while and looked around the grounds once more. We had a delicious lunch in their wonderful cafeteria. George Town- shend spoke to usg then our own Mr. Pearson talked for a few minutes, but only briefly because he was presiding at a meeting that afternoon. Mr. Riddell from Canada also chatted with usg then we sat in on the continuation of the previous day's conference over Eritrea. They didn't reach a decision and Russia walked out. I hear the Reds are still doing it. Friday Night Howdy Mr. Ice of 1950 at the Centre Theatre fthe only all-year round ice theatre in North Americah was our entertainment that night. It was a beautiful ice-show. But I must confess -weary me I-I slept 'half-way through it. We brought some hot salted nuts back to the room and a few of the girls came down to visit with us. I fell asleep on the sofa but heard that some alert souls stayed till two. Shopping In New Yorlc What a day! What a wonderful day! I must confess I nearly went crazy with excitement when I saw the New York prices. I could make you a dull list of all my purchases but you can just imagine--out of sixty dollars I squandered fifty-eight dollars and seven cents because all we had to provide for was eating fa mere triflej. But I got stung. How? I will tell you later. Saturday We toured New York Saturday af- ternoon and all but three weary souls fmyself includedj went to the Hayden Planetarium. The three of us lounged around, talked, and listened to the radio, and then went out to meet the rest of the girls at Schrafl s about 11.00 TGCH THTLER p.m. We ate, walked up and down Broadway, straining our necks with our eyes as big as -saucers, and then went back to the hotel and bed. A Day of Rest Up at 10 a.m., off to church, back to lunch, rest till 2.00 p.m. and then off to two tours and one radio broad- cast. Rest? Oh! yes. It was really wonderful and I would- n't have missed church or the two mar- velous tours, one to the N.B.C. and the other to the fabulous Rockefeller Cen- tre. We saw the Harvest of Stars broadcast with James Melton, and I made my first :sound on the radio-one of the hundreds of hand-claps. The four of us met and went to find a wonderful restaurant at which to eat our last meal in New York. We walked and walked, staring up at the lights of Broadway. We saw a lovely looking restaurant, so in we went and sat down. Oh, woe! what was left of my sixty dollars quailed at sight of the menu. An humble fish dinner, however, saw me through ,without the indignity of having to work it out over the dish-pan! Grounded We went back to the hotel, preparing to leave at 8.00 p.m. Then the airport phoned. We were grounded because of heavy fog. This is where I was stung. No money for meals on the morrow! And every- one else was almost flat broke be- cause our rooms had cost more than our chaperones had expected. We stayed together in one large room and ate chocolates till 10.30 and then re- turned to our own quarters. Monday We managed to scrape through with a late breakfast at the Automat and then went to the airport. A delicious lunch of cold chicken and potato salad was served, and again I fell asleep. We landed at Malton about 6.00 p.m. Then home to -dinner, and our big ad- venture was ended-to live on only in the deep impressions it had made in our memories. -Mae Genno