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

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Page Twenty-Eight THE SPARTALOGUE — 1954 DANCE COMMITTEE Front Row: Judy Steadman. Diane Yates. Anne Johnston, Caro Armstrong, Lorraine Baranowski Second Row: Ross Archibald, Carol Patterson, Jill Armstrong. Bill Johnston, Jerry Guenther Third Row: Mr. Whetstone, Bob Wade, Ian Hamilton, Tom Yates. Mr. Brown CHRISTIAN FELLOWSHIP Seated: Marjorie Dubs, Lois McCloskey, Wallace Mills, Myrtle Laing Absent: Carol Ann Stephenson (president) ECCLESIA EXECUTIN ' E Caro Armstrong, Dick Howitt, Phyllis Klein L DRAMA Front Row: Diane Yates, Carol Patterson, Gail Parker. Anne Johnston Second Row: Nancy Weir, Margaret Carson, Darlene Daugherty, Miss Weller. Caro Armstrong, Lorraine Baranowski, Jill Armstrong Third Row: Doreen Drouillard, Rosabelle Veighey, Lois Bowen, Helen Domagala, Tamy Cohoon, Marlene Randell. Christine Shorter Last Row: Jerome De Laurier, Archie Dease, John Sparling, Ian Hamilton, Ron Wilson, Doug Paton, Jon De Laurier

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Mrs. Sparling, Margaret Carson. Dawn Campbell. Mrs. Haeberlin. Miss Eddie. Front Row Second Row — Heidi Grieser. Rosabelle Veighey, Loretta Decarie. Jean Aitkenhcad. Glenda Atkins, Nora Jean Boyd. Diane Campbell Last Row — Jean Jaques. Bill Howitt. Gail Chamberlain. Jack Wayne. Stuart Klein. Doreen Dwyer. Ross Archibald. Lois McCloskey. Addresses in the annual Public Speaking competition were enthusiastically received by appreciative audiences. The speeches revealed the time and effort spent by the students in developing their themes. SENIOR GIRLS In the Senior Girls’ contest. Margaret Carson of 12A gave a very educational and revealing talk on ‘Atomic Energy and an interesting impromptu entitled “the Subject I Like Best”. Her superior poise and diction helped win top honours in the close competition. Gail Chamberlain of 11A won second place with her excellent account of South America The topic of her impromptu was “A Trip 1 Enjoyed . Also from 11A was Jean Jacques who placed third in the competition with her biography of Dr. Elizabeth Blackwell, a famous Canadian. Comic Strips was the pleasant subject of her impromptu. Another student of IIA. Lois McCloskey. gave a revealing talk on Juvenile Delinquency and opened our eyes to our advantages and obligations as Canadians with her im¬ promptu The Advantage of Being a Canadian . JUNIOR GIRLS As in previous years, the junior girls competed enthu¬ siastically for the championship. Dawn Campbell of IOC received top honours with her well presented and in¬ formative speech. Vandalism . For her impromptu, she chose Camping Out . In second place was her sister. Diane Campbell of 9B. who gave an excellent speech entitled “A Trip To Ottawa . Her impromptu dealt with a well-known topic. “Gifts . Doreen Dwyer of IOC took third place with a talk on Roosevelt and her impromptu dealing with television. There were ten contestants in the competition, and all gave excellent speeches even though they did not place among the first three. Glenda Atkins of 10D, Heidi Greiser of 10D. Rosabelle Veighy of IOC deserve special note, as do Nora Jean Boyd of 9B. Loretta Decarie of 9A, and Jean Aitkenhead of 9B. All the prepared and impromptu addresses in the junior girls ' competition re¬ vealed clear thinking and a great deal of work. SENIOR BOYS Ross Archibald, who won the Senior Boys’ competition is to be commended on his splendid and well planned account. The St. Lawrence Seaway ”. His equally inter¬ esting and masterly impromptu dealt with Atomic Wea¬ pons”. Ross ' s impromptu was a deciding factor in the selection of the champion. Stuart Klein captured second place with an excellent discourse on common illnesses and the progress of medicine. In his impromptu, he out¬ lined a number of hobbies. Bill Howitt of HA placed third with his speech. “Hot Rods and impromptu Drug Races”. JUNIOR BOYS In the Junior Boys’ Competition, Jack Wayne, who spoke on Windsor. Past and Present , placed first. His impromptu speech. How To Achieve Success”, was particularly good. Jack won honourable mention in the W.S.S.A. contest much to the pleasure of the school. Jerome DeLaurier earned second place in the competition with his speech about Jack Miner and his informative impromptu, “Events in 1952 and 1953 . Osborne Dubs took third place with his talk on “My Hobby — Coin Collecting”, and a very enjoyable impromptu about fishing. Opposite Page—BOYS’ CHOIR. GIRLS ' CHOIR. MIXED CHOIR

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•THE SPARTALOGUE” — 1954 Page Twenty-Nine The Road I o 1 lappiness CONTINUED FROM PAGE 20 some forgotten tickets, Peter happened to be there. The tickets Were upstairs and. therefore. Jim left the girl waiting in the living room. He hurried desperately, for he did not want to give the two a chance to speak and get acquainted. But once again his speed failed him. and he returned to find Margie and Peter talking and laughing. Peter, the boy that had stolen from him his father’s pride, his mother ' s admiration, his friends ' recognition, was now stealing the love of his best girl. Not only had they met and begun flirting disgustingly with one another, but also they laughed at him behind his back. Now Margie, just like everyone else, had turned against him. “She hates me, too. They all hate me. But I hate them even more, and some day I ' m going to kill that brother.” The thought startled Jim at first. But the more he thought of it the better it seemed. That would be the solution to everything. He began to piece in his mind plans for a murder — at first rather sketchy plans But with every one of Peter’s exploits the plans grew clearer and the motives more convincing. Of course, it took time — time to make it the perfect crime that would rid him of his brother, and establish him once again as a star in the eyes of the people. Every minute of the day it weighed on his mind — that hatred for Peter, that longing to be admired, that hope of one day being rid of his despised brother. Several years passed, wasted years people had thought, but important years for Jim. By locking himself in his room, taking long walks at night, and almost losing contact with the world, except for his few business associates who also hated him.” Jim reached that design for the perfect murder. He worked it out to the last minute detail, and one night while Margie was out of town visiting relatives, he visited their home to kill Peter. It worked just as planned, and after the murder was accomplished. Jim stayed for hours looking at the body of his dead brother and laughing hysterically at his own wisdom and courage. And now, here he sat — the conqueror. He was free from all that ever bothered him. He had shown to the world just how smart his brother was. and how won¬ derfully clever he was. He was the winner. He had achieved his goal, and everyone looked up to him with wide-eyed love and admiration. Suddenly a man entered, patted Jim on the back and gently said. “How ' s our fine athlete today? Jim smiled first at the padded walls that now were his home, then at the man in white who was one of hjs great admirers, and then he settled back to enjoy his fame, freedom and happiness. I lie Devil”s Visit CONTINUED FROM PAGE 19. Devil overcome the learned Sir Harold. Then rode he on shaking his head perplexed at such foolhardiness. Soon he came to a country more beautiful than he had seen thus far. In it he found a castle of white ivory. There was no banner waving from the turret top. no shield, no sign, no crest of any sort, but high above the palace gates there rose a cross of flaming gold. A knight, still but a youth, clad in snow-white armour, rode out to meet the Devil. Upon his breast there burned a golden cross and also on his shield. Before the Devil could but open his lips to speak, the youth cried out, Welcome. Stranger, to the palace of Kevin the Good! Who art thou and what dost thou desire?” The Devil haughtily replied. “Child return to thy master and say that the Devil wishes to do battle with him.” Deadman’s Run CONTINUED FROM PAGE 21 “That ' s all I have. “All right, but the risk is high; you ' ll forfeit your life.” As Ivan allowed himself to be bound and gagged he shuddered violently at the terms. If all went well lie would be deposited on Austrian soil with freedom and his papers. If a patrol boat inspected, he would be dumped overboard in a burlap sack just as though he were excess ballast — to drown silently in the engulfing waters of the Danube. Only two miles separated Communist Austria from Democratic Germany, two miles of suspense, fear, torture — two miles. Silently the “Ginka slipped from her moorings in the protecting bay out to the open river. Ivan thought of Max and prayed that he would live to reach him. The moonlight played too brightly on the little boat. How obvious was its course across the way! Burning into his arms were the ropes of death which tightened at every turn of the motor. Did he hear another boat? Ivan lis¬ tened intently to the beat for some time before he realized that it was his own heart pounding violently that he had heard. Foot by foot, length by length the “Ginka” cased across the Danube. So close was the German shore that Ivan felt he could touch it. At least he smelled free air, so it seemed. Suddenly, out of the shadows loomed the ominous black hull of the river patrol. Rykemann dropped the wheel, scudded back to Ivan’s side, ready. Penetration searchlights scanned the boat. Perspiration stood out in large drops on Ivan’s forehead. Faint orders were barked aboard the approaching vessel. Hoisted to the edge of the boat. Ivan lay helpless waiting only for the strong arms to send him plunging into the icy depths. All at once, out of darkness down river, a splintering crash echoed to them! Fire burned from two colliding vessels. Shrieks, sirens rent the air. The patrol hesi¬ tated an interminable moment; then swung toward the wreckage. In the corner of the deck. Ivan kneeled and prayed. Even when he sensed the overhang of the trees and felt the nudge of the boat as it touched the shore, he remained perfectly still. Reverently. Ivan Karpatsky stepped on free German soil as the great Iron Curtain swung silently closed behind him shrouded in the swirling mists of the night. And the boy answered, “I have but one master. He does not dwell here, but in a kingdom far away more beautiful than any seen on earth. All 1 have belongs to Him. and if thou wouldst take what is His, I will fight thee to the death!” So saying, he rushed upon the Devil. Clash of sword upon sword, shield upon shield mingled with the Devil ' s blasphemies. The horses shied and threw their riders who sprang together to writhe and wrestle in the dust. Long they fought but suddenly with one quick leap Sir Kevin stood victorious while the Devil lay exhausted at his feet. Then cried the Victor. Feign would I slay thee. Sir Devil, but ' tis not my Master ' s will. Get thee hence and never show thy face upon this earth, for if thou dost thou shalt not ride in peace while any of my line shall live! Get thee gone!” And so the Devil mounted his limping steed and sullenly returned to his fiery cavern. Tis true this happened in the long ago. in days of knighthood and many petty kings, yet still today the kindred of Sir Malcolm, of Sir Casper. Sir Edward, and Sir Harold move about the earth. But where are they of good Sir Kevin ' s lineage? Where are the noble, the merciful, the just? They are as hard to find as that sweet “Grail — and men grow weary in the search.