Forster Secondary School - Spartalogue Yearbook (Windsor, Ontario Canada)

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I « Back Row: Courtney Shannon. Grace Hillman. Catherine Soren¬ son. Arthur Maior. Margaret Moore. Evelyn Testori. Brian Pye. Bill Butterfield. Third Row: Merwyn Bear. Bill Pegler. Jo-Ann Caton. Shirley Borshuk. Anne Haeberlin. Caro Armstrong, Gerald Weingarden, Richard Myers. Second Row: Ed Thomson. Albert Ambedian. Bill Ellis. Esther Geisel. Barbara Couvia. Mavis McCuaig. Shirley McLean. Jean Currie. Ed Zolinski. Ken Gar¬ diner. Roger Wright. Front Row: Shirley Tousignant. Doris Douglas. Marlene Jerome. Cecile Dupuis, Miss Philpot. Eleanor Vincent. Nancy Her, Marilyn Hughes. Shirley Beere. Back Row: Ruth Richards. Delores Deiields. Front Row: Barbara Bennett. George Sutton. Mary Jo Hopkins. Back Row: Marvin Douglas. Jack Blinston. Frank Stedman. Frank Robinson. Morley Pattison. Frank Rosella. Fourth Row: Peter Masson. Tom Yates. Ron Wilson. Lorraine Baranowski. Jean Clark. Jerry Guenther, Archie Dease. Third Row: Jerry Cattanach. Mar¬ garet Bradley. Jean MeAlplne. Rosemary Reaume. Dorothy Lucas. Cecile Lavergne. Richard Howltt. Gordon Kirk. Second Row: George Mahler. Alan Mills. Pat Teahan. Ann- olle Chappus. Marilyn Sinclair. Margaret Dahm. Marguerite Dahm. Delores Charbonneau, Ross Archibald. Front Row: Marilyn Huntley. Joan Roberts. Donna Cunningham. Pat Ford. Miss Gurney. Bar¬ bara Allen. Judy Steadman. Rita Blondin. Kathleen Syroid. Bruce Trothen. Ecclesia Executive

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12A Back Row: Bob Wade, Jim Oliver. Bill Kerr, • Ian Hamilton. Morris Murchison. Third Row: Walt Tereschyn. Wall Para- schak. Robert Willoughby. Alex Harris. , Alan Trothen. Don MacLennan. Douglas Bertram. Second Row: Ruth Lloyd. Shirley Johnson. Miriam Dryden. Pat Shangenuk, Mr. Steadman. lackie Welch. Ethel Mercer. Joyce Wells. Marilyn Sylvester. Front Row: Nellie Zajac. Betty Steer. Lor¬ raine Courtin. Betty Holdsworth. Florence Senla. Gail Morris. Shirley Burnett. Dorothy Leonard. 12B Back Row: Harry Fiddler. Richard Dungy. Jack Boyer. Ed Beattie. Warren Dawson. John Pierce. Third Row: Alan Brent. Bob Sorenson. Bob Minnlce, Bob King. Stan Drabek. Ron Finn. Tom Noble. Second Row. Ken Wagner. Don Bradley. Margaret Kossman. Joan Hodges. Marilyn Snyder. Richard Sorenson. Jim Madge. Front Row: Connie Duda. Ruth Dowdell. Pal Cave. Miss Weller, Lois Bowley. Wilma Backhouse. Jo-Anne Sneddon. Dorothy Smith. 11, 12 13C Back Row: Irene Cunningham. Helen Loc- kiec. Marjorie Quayle. Barbara Rose. Mr. Courtney. Eda Pylypiw, Betty Bruce. Jean Alexander. Third Row: Betty Bate. Joan Rudkin. Barbara Bennett. Ella Eberwein. Irene Stretavsky. Sheila Aitkenhead. Second Row: Eileen Higgins. Shirley Sterry. Marilyn Stallord. Joyce Crew. Freda Pylypiw. Joan Cummings. Front Row: Shirley James. Pearl Gherasim. Mary Lazarus. Bernice Robinson. Kath¬ leen Klingbyle. Rosemary Austin. Gail Atkins.

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Page Eighteen “THE SPARTALOGUE 1952 Our literary department has been overflowing with the creative efforts of budding writers and the lyrical lines of aspiring poets. Thus it turned out to be quite a problem to narrow our choice down to accommodate the limited space in the Spartalogue. In the short story category, Sandy Robertson ' s Donachie Castle was a unanimous choice of the judges, who also placed Missing—One Life , second and Deflated Ego , third. The Ruby Necklace and A Ghost I Would Like to Meet received honourable mention. The choice of poems was harder to make because of the profuse contributions by 13A. Nitehood by John Lindsay, Freedom , The Vigil , Home , and Mine Is Forever were finally selected. On t ' other side the village lies The place where Louis ' uncle tries To shoo away the fountain flies, And not succeeding, Help , he cries; Where? Down at Charlie ' s Spot. Four brick walls, a roof of shingles. Make the place where Charlie mingles Malted milks and juke-box jingles, And known as Charlie ' s Spot. Little George stops his game To see the speed laws put to shame. As though ' twere meant to kill and maim, A shrieking hot-rod trailing flame Goes round to Charlie ' s Spot. There at Charlie ' s polished counter Loafs a lad who almost never Hopes for chance to go much further Than to Charlie ' s Spot. His glistening key-chain glitters free Like a neon sign we see. The tune he whistles aimlessly Lets all know that he can be Found at Charlie ' s Spot. Slouching low and wearing jeans, A tie of reds and ghastly greens. And a shirt of gabardines, He sits at Charlie ' s Spot. (First Prize) But down the street a little way, Rocks a man who ' s seen his day, And thinks that life is Na sa gai , Because he has a case to lay Against the lad at Charlie ' s Spot. Aye, I ' ve seen the years go slow, And through ' em I ha ' come to know The like of them as like to go Awa ' to Charlie ' s Spot. Aye, gone the days when knights were bold And tales of valour oft ' were told; And courtesy, we then were told. Should be a tennet to uphold As did the brave Sir Lancelot. Alas, we ' ve lost the youth of old Who knows the Book wherein is gold. This wurld is like to turn to mould ' Cause of him at Charlie ' s Spot! Well Age the Sage may sit and rage Because as far as I can gage True knights are found in any age And nobles who for right engage, But ours don ' t loaf at Charlie ' s Spot. And though our manners now grow cool. I ' ve yet to meet a fiendish ghoul Among the lads I know at school Or even down at Charlie ' s Spot. —John H. Lindsay Jr., 13A. Nitehood