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

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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.

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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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Paae Thirty “ THE SPARTALOGU E ' - - 1954 Cadet Inspection W ITH the blare of bugles reverberating from the walls, the 1953 cadet inspection got under way in the F.C.I. gym which served as a battlefield when a pelting rain drove the Cadet corps indoors. The cadets, undaunted by the unco-opera¬ tive elements, made a particularly fine show¬ ing under the leadership of C l.t. Col. Don Bradley and C Major John Clcminson. sec¬ ond in command. C Majors Bob Wade and Doug Baton, in charge of the A and B companies, proficiently led their cadets through the inspection. Commander Curry, commanding officer of H.M.C.S. Hunter, and a former student of Forster was the reviewing officer for the inspection: with the other officers present, he watched the cadets in a marchpast. and platoon and specialist drills. The band, capably trained by Mr. Welch, and led by Drum Major Tom Noble made an exceptionally fine display. Also distinguish¬ ing themselves were the members of the precision squad under the direction of C Capt. Doug Baton. The precision marching, a new addition to the Forster Cadet Corps, was greatly enjoyed by the spectators. Also very successful were first aid demonstrations, the Bren gun manoeuvres and field signals led by C Lt. Bob Hamilton. SI ft )OTlNG COM PETITION Regular practice in the range brought re¬ wards to a number of cadets. Major Kent presented them with D.C.R.A. crests for out¬ standing ability on the rifle team and Mr. Ellis awarded the Dieppe Trophy to the mem¬ bers of the 10B rifle team, winners of the Interform Rifle Shooting Championship. The school team, participating against sixty-five other Ontario schools, took thirteenth place. In his closing remarks Commander Curry commended the officers and cadets on their fine display in all fields of activity. CADET CAMPS Forster Collegiate sent thirteen cadets to Camps Ipperwash and Borden last summer and they represented their school very admir¬ able. Nine of the cadets were awarded cer¬ tificates of merit — the highest award obtain¬ able at these camps. The nine outstanding cadets were C Sgt. Lt. Beter Masson. C Lt. Bill Johnston. C Sgt. Major Tom Yates. C Sgt. Km Bradley. C Sgt. Major Frank Dietzel. Cadet Ron Fleming. C l.t. Jim Caf- frav. C Sgt. Gerald Howatt and Cadet John Sparling. In addition to the award of merit. C l.t. Beter Masson and C Lt. Bill Johnston received further honours. Beter was judged the best of the five hundred cadets in the Driver Mechanics’ course at Camp Borden and rated the second best driver in the course. Bill Johnston was appointed company com¬ mander in charge of one hundred and forty cadets and nominated for the best of the fifteen hundrd cadets at Ipperwash. THIS YEAR Especially for the Centennial celebration, there will be a mass Cadet parade at Jackson Bark this year. With cadet corps from all the Windsor collegiates participating, this should be one of the most colourful events of the centennial year. We have no doubt what¬ soever that the Forster Cadet Corps, under the guidance of Mr. Whetstone and the field leadership of Lt. Col. R. B. Wade, officer com¬ manding. C Major Doug. Baton, second i c. and Battalion Adjutant C Capt. Bill Butter¬ field. will acquit itself proudly on that red- letter day. The company commanders will be C Major Beter Masson for A Company, and C Major Bill Johnstone for B Company. Completely in charge of C Maj. Doug. Patou, the thirty-four cadets in the precision squad will give a display worth watching. The band, under C Drum Major Tom Noble will, no doubt, put on its usual excellent per¬ formance. A guard of honour composed of fifteen cadets from each school will be in attendance when Brig. Gibson, commanding officer of the Western Ontario area, inspects the Wind¬ sor Cadet Corps.