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

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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.

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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 Lending their patronage were Mr. and Mrs. R. B. Whetstone. Mrs. Whetstone was lovely in a pale green net dress accented with black velvet. Mr. and Mrs. R. J. Krol. Mrs. Krol attractive in a gown of black and gold satin, also honoured us with their presence. The efforts of the hard-working committee were re¬ warded by the many favourable comments about the smartly decorated auditorium. The students on the com¬ mittee were Caro Armstrong, charming in a pink net taffeta dress, escorted by Dave Gatfield; Anne Johnstone who attended with Dave Marsden and looked lovely in a mauve gown; Ed Thompson escorting Sandra Chivers. lovely in blue net; Bob Ord who attended with Gail Chamberlain, smart in a pink taffeta gown trimmed with black velvet; and Diane Yates, squired by Chuck O ' Hara. (Diane ' s gown was of white net.trimmed with red velvet) Among the many enjoying the music of Bill Richard¬ son ' s orchestra were Alan Brent and Kathy Hebert. Gail Morris and Dick Howitt. Marg Carson and Ross Archibald (Ross and Dick were co-captains of the football team), Nancy Bowen and John Dewhirsl, Mavis McCuaig and Alan Mills. Carol Kipps and Bob Davis. Marge Mitchell and Richard Jacobson and many others. I will write later and tell you about the happenings of the New Year. Page Twenty-Three Oct. 31 53 DEAR DEBBIE: Here it is Saturday, the day after our school Hallowe ' en Party. I had a super time at the dance which was high¬ lighted with sing-songs, and square and modern dancing. The girls did a swell job of decorating the auditorium and Caro Armstrong. Marilyn Sinclair, Anne Haeberlin and Judy Steadman helped Miss Gurney led a rollicking sing¬ song. Mr. Robinson aptly attired in a plaid shirt, Mr. Forster and Miss Munnings were also on hand for the fun. We all had a terrific time trying out the square dances called by Miss Gurney, and then flocking to the coke stand for something to drink. The remainder of the evening we danced to such famous bands as Harry James. Billy May and Tommy Dorsey — on records, of course. Your pal. CAROL. P.S.—Our formal is December 29. As it is in the holidays, I hope you will be able to attend. Dear Debbie: Dec. 30 53. Happy New Year! 1 was very disappointed to find that you couldn ' t attend our Football Prom. The cold night, topped with a few showers did not stop anyone in town from attending this popular event. To start the evening off. coketail parties were given by Sandra Bryson. Pete Masson. Gail Parker and Caro Armstrong. At the school, everyone was presented with a favour which later served as a remembrance of the wonderful time had by all. Feb. 27 54. Dear Debbie: How time flies! I ' m sorry I didn ' t write sooner but we just had a Community Centre and I thought it would be a good time to let you know about it. After the girls and boys took turns at swimming and basketball, dancing was held from nine to eleven in the auditorium. As usual. Mr. Forster was present to assist with the success of the dance. The Bunny Hop. becoming a favourite with the stu¬ dents. was enjoyed by Nancy Weir, Mary Cleminson, Gary Tucker, Elizabeth McLister, Dave Rudkin. Jill Arm¬ strong. Helen French, Lois Bowen and Stewart Mills and dozens of others. Also seen dancing were Pete Stewart, Mary Sibley, Jerry Weingarden. Joanne Smith. Walter Baranowski, Julie Toth. Don Erskine. Carol Anderson, Dean Saul, Darlene Daucherty and Don Williams. I had a wonderful time and it reminded me of the many Community Centres we ' ve had which couldn ' t have been a success without the assistance of such teachers as Miss Scarfone and Mr. Brown. Your pal. CAROL. P.S. — Mr. Brown asked me this week to be on the Sweater Swing Committee along with Jill Armstrong. Jerry Guenther. Bill Johnston. Lorraine Baranowski. Ross Archi¬ bald, Tom Yates and Elizabeth McLister. VVe’re going to have Wally Townsend ' s Orchestra this time and the dance is to take place on May 8th. I can hardlv wait to write and tell you all about it. Your pal. CAROL. C.