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

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THE SPARTALOGUE — 1954 Page Twenty THE ROAD TO HAPPINESS PHYLLIS KLEIN — 13A E sat there — a conqueror, a subduer of men, a master of a perfect crime, a superior being. He had shown to people of his town that he was equal to them. He had proved to them that he was better than they, for he had committed a crime so perfect that the facts would never be found and he would forever be free. Here he sat. the victor going back to ponder his spoils. What was the tragic event that had stirred him to this exploit? What could the motive have been for so disastrous a move? What was the one thing present or missing in this man’s life to drive him to commit murder — the murder of his brother? As Jim thought happily of his success he could not help recalling the first time that he had realized he really hated his brother. He had always hated him. of course, real deep down in. since the day his baby brother was brought home from the hospital. He despised the proud look on his father ' s face when his brother took his first step. A lump caught in his throat every time his mother praised Peter for some kind of act or good work. Yes, she would call him over and ask him questions about school and sports, but he knew that “he really was not interested, that she really did not care to know. Before Peter had come, he had been the apple of his mom ' s and dad ' s eye. He could remember so clearly the day of the public school football game when he had scored the winning touchdown. “You’re my son, and some day I’m going to make you that great football player that I could never be, his father had told him, with eyes gleaming with so much pride that a slight tear could be detected trickling down his cheek. But dad wiped that tear away instantly, for he was a strong and fearless man. and would have been a great athlete had it not been for an accident that had injured his back, and prevented any participation in sports. The accident had occurred at a time when he was about to enter college on an athletic scholarship. It not only injured his back, but also took away his confidence and will to push forward. He. therefore, never did enter college, but found a quiet job at a respectable salary, married a fine girl, and settled down to an easy life. But the one hope and dream that he cherished from day to day was the coming of a son to be the great athlete and sportsman that he had never been. And Jim was fulfilling his father’s dream. But that was before Peter came — Peter, with his fine physique for football, his good eye and skilled hand for basketball and his quick foot for track. Jim had been average, a little better than average, in sports, but he did not have that skill and natural talent that Peter had. Always people were praising Peter for one thing or another, either for breaking a high jump record, or for attaining some extra¬ ordinarily high mark in school, for Peter was not only a “whiz on the athletic field, but also a wizard in the school room. Jim had been getting quite good marks at school until he started to lose interest in it and to gain interest in hating not only his brother but every single soul who had anything to do with him. Once in a while some pitying person would compliment him on some¬ thing, but that was rare and became even rarer when he answered back sarcastically, “I don ' t need your pity. Save your fair words for my brother.” The first time that his hatred for Peter was expressed outwardlv was that day that his best girl, Margie, while out with him. casually mentioned Peter’s name. Then, when they happened to stop by his house to pick up CONTINUED ON PAGE 38 SNOW PRINCESS JUDY KENYON — 11A Janie had never seen snow before. As she stood in front of the bay window one cold, dark morning she was filled with awe. Jack Frost was already busy painting leafy designs around the edges oi the window with his icy brush. What a clever little fellow he was! She let her mind drift outside with the little fairies who were falling from the sky. As they touched the ground with their magic words it was transformed into a winter wonderland. Perhaps Mother Nature had sent these little helpers to covet up the tired old earth with a quilt of snow. The bare, gaunt oaks, shaking their bony fingers at North Wind, were soon royal kings, bowing in their ermine robes to the little bushes. The housetops no longer wore the drab shingles she usually saw, but were dressed in a gown of sparkling diamonds. Smoke curled lazily from the nearby chimneys and drifted until it was lost with the snow. The sky sagged heavily with dark grey clouds, anxious to release their burden. There was no glint of the warm sunshine to melt away the pure white counterpane. Janie was filled with ecstasy as she realized that she was princess of the fairyland as long as it lasted. THE UNKOWN LAND CATHERINE COPELAND — 12B The wind was swift, the sky was bright, The sea was clear and calm. When Jack and Joe two brothers sat Beside a shady palm. With eager eyes they gaily watched Their boats lie on the sand Then suddenly they both shoved off To see some unknown land. The sky grew dark, the wind fann ' d free. The sea rolled wild and wide Until two brothers fraught with fear Their course they could not guide. So through the waves of raging white The water spirit shrieking The sailboat in the tempest plunged Though battered sides were leaking. The waters wild went o ' er the craft, As aid to them was sent; “A splintered hull tossed in the waves, Their parents did lament.

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THE SPARTALOGUE” — 1954 Page Ninetecn THE DEVIL’S VISIT i. JUDY STEADMAN — 13A O NCE upon a time in the long, long ago, in the days of knighthood and of many petty kings, the Devil sat in his fiery cavern brooding long and silently over world af¬ fairs. Rumors of jealousy, of hate, and of many angry quarrels had reached his ears. Now at last he felt the time was ripe Twas time to overthrow the world! He arose and called his slaves and bade them arm him in his suit of flaming scarlet, such as would put the mighty Firebird to shame. Blazoned on the breast, a oglden eagle glowed. In its eyes, two great rubies sparkled with the same fire and fury as did the Devil ' s own. Then three slaves brought in a coal-black charger which pranced, and shied, and leaped in such a way that none could quiet him until his master sprong upon his back. The great horse thundered down paths paved with red-hot coals, past grumbling, smoking crater holes, and at last emerged in the clean sweet air of Earth. Horse and rider passed through green and fruitful lands fragrant with flowers and filled with sweet bird songs, but soon again were plunged into a Hell on earth. Around dark rocks ominous shadows loomed. Dark moss dripped and reeked. Above it all there hung a heavy evil cloud. Suddenly from out some hidden cave, a great black horse bearing a knight of monstrous size sprang into view! Both men grasped their lances with a firmer hand. Each paused to calculate the other ' s size and strength. But as the Devil lifted his heel to spur his mighty steed, the Black Knight cried, Ho! Ho! Wait a moment, friend. Dost thou not recog¬ nize me. thy faithful fellow-worker on the earth? Some call me Hate, some Jealousy; still others speak of me as Vice or Immorality; but to thee, good friend. I am thy humble servant. Sir Malcolm, the Black. The two then laughed, and talks, and chatted as friends. Sir Malcolm offered food and drink to his guest who gratefully accepted both. When he was ready to depart, the Black One gave him as a gift his sword of tempered steel wishing him well in his conquest of the world. Riding on, the Devil noticed he had left that land of rocks and crags behind, and was now entering into a land of low flats, stagnant marshes, and grey mists. Then from the mist there rose the ruins of a city. Beside its rusted gates there stood a haggard knight all dressed in grey and mounted on a bony nag. The Devil ap¬ proached the Knight, with the cry. “Who art thou. Sir Knight, and whose crumbling city is this?” To whom the Knight replied: “I am Sir Casper, the Impoverished, and this city is mine.” “Yield thou thyself and thy city, Sir Churl, or thou diest.” The Grey Knight answered sadly. “Feign would I fight thee. Evil One. but I have neither spirit nor power in me; therefore, I yield. Pass on.” When the Devil had passed through this land of pov¬ erty. so hungry and so parched was he that his heart leapt for joy at the sight of the green meadows and clear running streams which now met his eyes. Soon there sparkled on the horizon a castle of the purest gold whose turrets twinkled in the sunlight with such brilliance that he rode on half-blinded. Here was a land of beauty! A land of plenty! Here was a prize to tempt the wealthiest of kings! But as he neared the shining palace walls, the gates opened, and a huge chestnut mare stepped forth bearing proudly on her back a haughty knight in golden armour clad. Jewels sparkled on his sword-hilt; jewels were on his shield; and on his casque red rubies, garnets, and twinkling tourmalines captured every tiny sunbeam and multiplied it a thousand times until his w ' hole head was wreathed with flashing, dancing light. The Devil, himself, awed by this outward show of strength, per¬ ceived the proud knight’s fleshy face and his gluttonous eyes, heard his laboured breath, and soon he knew there was no cause for fear. Silently he laughed within himself but to the knight he roared. Who art thou. Sir Knight, and whose city this?” To whom the trembling knight replied, “I am Sir Edward. Knight of the Golden City, the City of Wealth and it is my city.” Then cried the Devil. No longer is it thine. Sir Knight, but henceforth shall it be mine.” “No! No! I beg of thee. If thou hast pity in thee take but a part and leave a part for me. Without my gold I am lost! cried Sir Edward, loath to see his wealth so quickly stolen. But the Devil, laughing, said, “Nay. foolish Knight. All shall be mine. With one quick blow he unhorsed the ponderous fellow and slew him instantly. Then entered he a leafy forest where there bloomed wild flowers in such profusion as would delight a maiden ' s heart — purpled violet, snowy trillium. and dainty butter¬ cups! Within the lovely forest there arose a towering fortress to the sky. The Devil, angered because he could not enter, threw many fiery torches over those high walls until the mighty building blazed and crumbled before its master. Fire. Suddenly, a knight fled from the burning castle crying. “Woe! O woe is me! And the Devil spoke to him saying, “Who art thou. Sir Knight, and whose forest this?” The knight replied, I am Sir Harold, the Learned. This was my castle and this my forest; but now I have lost all, for see thou my knowledge rises with yon smoke to the very heavens and with it goes my life. Without my books and knowledge I am nothing. ' So saying, the distraught knight drew his sword and plunged it into his breast. Thus did the CONTINUED ON PAGE 38

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■THE SPARTALOGUE — 1 954 Dead man ' s Run ANNE HAEBERLIN — 13A Inside his unlit room, Ivan ICarpatsky, supposed Com¬ munist leader, paced the floor like a caged lion thinking about Max. Outside, storm lightning seared the night with burning streaks while thunder rolled and crashed like stone avalanches down the Carpathians. Within Ivan ' s mind a similar fierce violence had broken, shattering his reason with paroxysms of fear and panic. But soon with the easing of the storm outside, the first shock wore off. and with a drink of vodka his head cleared and he remembered Max and what had happened that evening. Downstairs in his den, Comrade Zablonski and he had been discussing Malenkov ' s latest move — loyalty pledges for all Communist party members. “Is unnecessary,” grumbled Ivan realistically. “That is where you are wrong. Comrade Karpatsky! The Kremlin now has discovered treason among us. We are all to be checked.” Treason!” exclaimed Ivan. “Yah. one Max Zweig in Austria is going to be taken in a week. Is very secret, he added confidentially. Max! The impact struck him like bullets from a firing squad. His mind reeled in sudden sickness. Had not he and Max grown up as brothers? Had they not signed their secret pact together to break the Communist Empire after both their parents had been murdered under the Red whip? And now Max, the outside link, was under suspicion! After Zablonski ' s departure, Ivan had stumbled blindly into his room and was now staring unseeingly into the pouring streets below. Of course, he must warn Max at once. But how? A letter would arrive too late. There was no legal way to cross the border, and if he did leave, what of all ' his compilations—names, papers, maps? He must take them, too. But how could he escape? Flashing through his brain were wild ideas. Ashes from countless cigarettes dropped to the floor to be ground into the rug by the incessant beat of his feet. There must be a way! People he knew, connections he had — was there one he could trust? No, they were all as loyal to the regime as he ostensibly had been. Again he stood close to the window hearing the rain thunder on the roofs with a monotonous tempo, and pour down the troughs in a tinny geyser. His gaze lifted above the trees to the river beyond, illuminated in the wet moonlight. The Danube! Scene of his boyhood larks — fishing with Max, swimming, boating! — Boating! — He had the answer! Down by the river, the view was discouraging. The darkness and rain closed in around, choking him like a hangman’s noose as he slipped trembling along the muddy path to the wharf. From the surrounding trees issued low moans as the dead branches rubbed together in the wind. Rain whipped his body as he peered grey¬ faced into the night ahead. Soon he stood at the door of a mean shack. Hesitating only a moment, he knocked. “Toti Rykemann, I am Ivan Karpatsky. I must see you. It ' s important. May I come in?” Inside the shack, stiff wood chairs and an uneven table constituted the furniture of the living room. The flicker¬ ing lamps tossed shadows into the dismal corners. Ivan turned to the man behind him. Rykeman was a square, muscular sailor with an Oriental slant to his eyes which accentuated the inscrutability that surrounded him. “I have nine hundred rubles for passage tonight. S ' impossible. Weather ' s bad, patrols watching close. Never get across.” “A thousand?” Well, now . . CONTINUED ON PAGE 38 Page Twenty-One COMMENCEMENT CONTINUED FROM PAGE 15 golf team was finally successful in wresting the W.S.S.A. championship and coveted Augustine Trophy from W. D. Lowe. All members of the team — Morris Paliwada, John Duda. Walter Parasehak, Gerald Guenther and Walter Woytowick — were presented with W.S.S.A. crests while John Duda received the W.S.S.A. Golf Championship Medal for being low man in the tournament competition. The Junior Boys ' track team (W.S.S.A. and W.O.S.S.A. champions) brought the A.K.O. and Simpson ' s London Trophy to Forster Collegiate. Larry Bennett, Gary Tucker and Ken Bottoms received letters for their prom¬ inent roles in city track competition. Gary Tucker won the Junior Boys ' W.S.S.A. Track Championship Gold Medal. Also presented at this time were awards to the winners of intra-school track competition, the victors having distinguished themselves at the annual event in May. Larry Bennett, junior division titlist, won the Robert Parent Memorial Trophy and Ken Bottoms cap¬ tured the Wallace H. Gauthier Cup awarded annually to the senior champion. Letters were presented to deserving members of the junior and senior basketball, hockey, and football teams. CRESTS Drama. Spartalogue, Library and Music crests were given in recognition for three years ' service in these activities. Those receiving crests for Drama were Caro Armstrong, Lorraine Baranowski, Margaret Carson, Ian Hamilton, Anne Johnston, Phyllis Klein, Douglas Paton, Deanne Whiteside and Diane Yates. Recipients of Sparta¬ logue crests were Judy Steadman. Gayle Welch, Anne Johnston, David Rudkin, Tom Noble and Mary Jean Henderson. Shirley Shangenuk received a crest for Library. Musical awards were given to Gordon Kirk, Carol Stephenson. Elizabeth McLister. Judy Steadman. Richard Randell, Allan Trothen, Paul Ariss, Michael Moore, Morley Pattison. Robert Wade, Gerald Guenther, Betty Jean Howe, Judith Kidd, Dorothy Sorenson, Patricia Teahan. Marvin Douglas, Anne Haeberlin, Caro Armstrong, Mary Ellen Clark. Margaret Bradley and David Marsden. ENTERTAINMENT Under the capable direction of Miss Weller and Student Director Phyllis Klein, a most entertaining play. “Elmer and the Lovebug”, was presented as a prelude to the evening. Taking leading roles were Margaret Carson, Anne Johnston. Lois Bowen and Diane Yates. Elmer, the bother¬ some young brother, was portrayed exceptionally well by Jerome DeLaurier. Also included in the evening ' s programme were num¬ bers by both the mixed and boys ' and girls ' choirs. The mixed choir, singing after the presentation of the honour pins, gave an excellent rendition of “Let Us Break Bread Together and “En Roulant Ma Boule”. After the pres¬ entation of diplomas, the boys ' choir sang “We ' ll Rant and We ' ll Roar . The girls ' choir closed the program by sing¬ ing “All Hail the Queen ' ' and Fantasy On Nursery Rhymes . Miss Scanlan conducted, while Miss Strong and Dawn Campbell accompanied the choirs.