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

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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.

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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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Page Twenty-Two THE SPARTALOGUE — 1954 LIBRARY STAFF Front Row — Miss Philpot. Catherine Copeland, Rosabelle Veighey. Second Row — Anne Johnston. Doreen Dwyer. Jean Jacques. Shirley Shangenuk. Diane Yates. “There is no frigate lil{e a boo To tal{e us lands away. or any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. ' Emily Dickenson From among the many new books in the school library, we have chosen the following which we feel are particularly suited for senior reading: I LED THREE LIVES — Herbert Philbrick. This amazing story told by an American patriot who spent nine years of his life in the Communist Party and reported all of his experiences to the FBI. is the one on which the recent television series of the same name has been based. Herbert Philbrick not only tells his own dramatic adventures, but also pro¬ vides a complete and shocking revelation of Commun¬ ism in action. THE TIN FLUTE — Gabrielle Roy. Gabrielle Roy, a noted Canadian author, weaves a bitter-sweet love story about a poverty-stricken young girl. Florentine Lacasse, who craves the richness and excitement of a life not bordered by railroad tracks and rows of run-down houses. Set in our native Canada, this is a story that is all heart and full of human emotion. THIS IS RUSSIA (UNCENSORED) — Edmund Stevens. Eyewitness reports from the Soviet Union are rare and growing rarer. Mr. Stevens, fully qualified to speak on Russian affairs, writes with penetrating in¬ sight. and reveals an up-to-date, shocking, but fully documented story of Russia today. THE LAST ENGLISHMAN — Hebe Weenolsen. This is the story of the half-real, half-legendary Here- ward the Wake who continued to fight the Norman invaders after the Battle of Hastings. This dauntless patriot risked his life in combat with William the Conqueror, but surrendered his love to a Norman lady. For our younger readers we have selected a varied assortment of books which we hope they will find both interesting and enjoyable: A LAND DIVIDED — John F. Hayes. In A Land Divided”, which won the Governor-Gen¬ eral’s award, we join Michael Harvey and his French cousin. Pierre Duchene and witness their participation in such historic events as the Acadian Expulsion. DANCE TO THE PIPER — Agnes de Mille. When Agnes de Mille saw the great Pavlova dance, the sight of the great ballerina fixed her ambition for life. Overcoming her parents’ disapproval of her ambition, she embarked upon a career which carried her through many years of failure and disappointment until she danced her way to international fame. Here the reader will find not only the best account of the life of a dedicated ballet dancer, but also an account touched with humour and quick movement. THE CAPTIVE PRINCESS — Maxine Shore. This story centres around Gladys who comes to find that Christianity and faith in a God of Love can bring inner security, sustain a poor slave girl, and soften the heart of a haughty Roman soldier. DIVING TO ADVENTURE — Hans Hass. Armed with a harpoon and camera. Hans Hass ex¬ plored a strange and fascinating world, recording his daring adventures in this exciting story of hunting beneath the sea. All in all, the book provides a highly humorous and entertaining account of a group of daring young men experimenting with a hazardous new sport. NATURE IS STRANGER THAN FICTION—John Y. Beaty. This book of nature ' s idiosyncrasies excites the imag¬ ination of the reader and provides fascinating reading. Although many facts in this book seem unbelievable, each has been carefully authenticated.