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

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Page Twenty-Four THE SPARTALOGUE — 195B PUBLIC SPEAKING FRONT ROW (left to right): Gail Casey, Catherine White, Elizabeth Kulik. Loretta Decarie, Christine Boyd, Mary Holden. SECOND ROW: Rosabelle Veighey, Doug Howell. Phil Meretsky, Ann Grant, Dianne Campbell, Stewart Klein. Marilyn Green. Jack Wayne THIRD ROW: Dawn Campbell, Donna Barnes, Jack Fraser, Bill Ford, Eddy Hyttenrauch, Keith Moulder, Michael Roehon, Michelle Crabbe, Marjorie Dubs. Barbara Power. FOURTH ROW: Miss McEaehern, Mr. Pitkanen, Louis Richardson. Richard Riseborough, Valentina Tritjak, David Robinson, Milan Crepp, Jerome DeLaurier, Mrs. Haberlin, Mrs. Sparling. IPiiblic Speaking Under the capable supervision of Mrs. Haeberlin. Mrs. Sparling, Miss McEaehern and Mr. Pitkanen, the Public Speaking contest was one of the most successful Forster has ever had, with thirty entries in all. The keen com¬ petition made the task of the judges a difficult one. Each champion in his division went on to the city-wide competition—a real experience for any young orator wish¬ ing to acquire the skill of expression. All our representa¬ tives did very well, but the most successful was Dianne Campbell who captured first place in the Senior Girls ' con¬ test thus winning the W. S. S. A. championship and bringing honours to herseif and to our school. In the Senior Boys ' contest, which was coached by Mrs. Haeberlin. the winner was Stuart Klein of 13A who chose as his topic the prominent political figure. Winston Churchill. Jack Wayne, the runner-up, spoke about John Noble, a victim of injustice. The third place winner was Dave Robinson who stressed the importance of Safety in his address. Congratulations go to Jerome De Laurier and Louis Richardson for participating in the contest and mak¬ ing the competition keen. A very interesting and well-prepared speech The Auto¬ mobile Industry” gave Philip Meretsky of 9C a first in the Junior Boys ' contest. The audience heartily enjoyed the speech on Vending Machines given in such amusing style by the second place winner, Doug Howell of 10E. Coming in third. Bi ll Ford of 10D spoke about Newfoundland. The other speakers, who put forth fine efforts, were Milan Crepp. Richard Riseborough. Ed Hyttenrauch. Michael Roehon and Keith Maulder. Mr. Pitkanen’s efforts in coaching were reflected in the fine speeches of these junior boys. Nine speakers participated in the Senior Girls ' contest. Dianne Campbell of 11A chose as her topic Mythology : her presentation of this topic aroused and kept the interest of all her listeners and she not only walked off with a first in the Forster contest but also won the W. S. S. A. contest. In second place was Rosabelle Veighey of 12A. who pre¬ sented an informative speech about Migration . Dwelling on our homeland, Dawn Campbell captured a very close third with her speech Canada To-day . Other participants were Catherine White. Marjorie Dubs. Loretta Decarie, Donna Barnes, Valentina Tritjak and Gail Casey. Mrs. Sparling ' s excellent coaching revealed itself in the poise and delivery of the speakers. The interesting topic of “Teaching gave Ann Grant first place in the Junior Girls ' contest. Marilyn Green who pre¬ sented fascinating information on Canada ' s Northland”, won second place. Coming third. Mary Holden told us Why I Am Proud To Be a Canadian Elizabeth Kulik, Michelle Crabbe, Christine Boyd and Barbara Powers also added their talents to the contest. Mrs. McEaehern coached this group of speakers with a great amount of skill. The Spartalogue Staff would like to congratulate all the students who took part, and we hope to see them as well as additional contestants, in next year ' s contest.

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THE SPARTALOGUE” — 1956 Page Twenty-Three 1 hrowing Away the Hypothetical Key to Helen By JACK WAYNE, 12A The globe of the mother planet spun beneath. I gazed for several weighty seconds. It all flashed before me, my useless past and more useless future. The only thing worthwhile was the present, and at present this was it: I was Topog¬ rapher ' s mate, A. Jones, H-199327, charting for the navy. It was July, 1944. I was trapped in my special (and rather cramped) rocket, miles above the earth ' s surface, heading quite rapidly in an unknown direction, out of control. Sud¬ denly it dawned on me that my chances of escape were slim. I was not a brave person nor a fatalist: the sound of screaming surprised me, and when I realized it was I who was screaming, I raved louder and louder until (I can re¬ member this quite clearly), the floor came up rapidly to put my most unworthy mind at rest. The floor did its job well, and I was unconscious for a most restful period of time. Upon awakening, I was introduced to a change of scenery. Boredom and futility were behind me now. All my pampered life I had sought excitement, and now my aim was forgotten (indeed everything was forgotten), for I had awakened in a huge garden, filled with everything to make life enjoyable—fruit-laden trees, beautiful surroundings, and magnificent companions. My companions were of such size and richness of colour and bearing and physical charm that I (all-star football center. 1941 season) seemed puny by comparison. They were individuals. Their life ( and. at this time, my life) was rich and full, devoid of struggle. On every tree hung the sustenance of life—food. Game stalked the woods; however it took cleverness to catch the game and boredom played truant from my life for the first time. Life grew richer than I ever dreamed possible. I was ac¬ cepted without reservation, (despite my humanoid short¬ comings). I learned from them the only possible way to lead a perfect life. Life was perfect. In that place, with those creatures, merely existing was the greatest pleasure. There were no superficial ones, until one day. This particular day was like all Atopian days, rich and full. About mid-day I began to feel comfortably hungry. Seeing a strange fruit tree in the corner of the garden I walked over to partake. I was stopped by one of the creatures. Do not eat this fruit, he communicated to me. “It ' s forbidden. He who eats of this fruit is cursed forever. Do not be foolish. Do not eat. He said no more. I was not so perfect as they, and as a result I became curious: I was plagued by desire. I began to think of ways to justify my eating the fruit, and of prov¬ ing the being’s fear untrue. Thus it came to pass that, one day, while out stalking game, I was approached by a snake. (It did not seem un¬ usual after all those other things I. Pssst,” he whispered, come here.” I went. Why don’t you eat from that tree there? he murmured, pointing to the forbidden tree. I explained why (rather unemphatically). What do these creatures know?” he laughed, as he wound his long, hideous body around a tree trunk. They do not wish you to know more than they. That is the tree of knowledge. Eat and you shall be benefited a thousand¬ fold than now. On saying this he wriggled off into the dust, in pursuit of a very warty toad which had caught his eye. Hmmm, I mused. The snake had told me what I wanted to hear and naturally I believed him. Within thirty seconds I was reaching out for the forbidden fruit, I tasted! The bitter taste is one thing I shall never forget. I closed my eyes. Upon opening them again I was horrified. I saw not a garden but a hospital ward. I felt the oppressiveness of July humidity. The ward smelled of antiseptic and third rate nurses. Groaning I gazed into the eyes of my wife, Mrs. Adam Jones (certainly not a magnificent creature). She spoke in her nasal twang. They almost didn ' t pull you through, she twanged. Your heart had stopped beating for a few seconds. It is very lucky Dr. Serpent was able to bring you back. He is indeed a wonderful doctor. Leave It To A Woman By CATHERINE WHITE, 12A As she ironed the sleeve of her new blouse. Dorothy Masco glanced at the kitchen clock. Scarcely three hours remained until her husband would return from the night-shift at the plant. With a faint puckering between her eyes, and a purs¬ ing of her lips, she quickened her pace slightly. It would be nice to have the ironing finished when Joe came in; perhaps if she pressed the tea-towels on only one side this week, she could make it. Then she and Joe could have a cup of tea before bed; sit and talk and maybe even make plans for painting the new house. With this pleasant thought, Dorothy returned to her ironing—a contented smile on her face. She was a tall, slight woman, whose twenty-two inch waist had varied little in twenty plus years of marriage, or to quote her husband, she was growing old gracefully. Her bright, friendly eyes were really too small to be considered beautiful, but the light from them lit up her entire face, so that acquaintances never noticed her other features—the too thin face, ordinary nose, or greying hair—just her eyes. So. Dorothy had never wanted for friends, never been lonely —before. It was not the new house that made her feel so alone, for Dorothy had moved twice before. But then it had been only a few- streets away in their own small town, and she had never really left her friends who could still “drop in as was customary. Here, however, in the big city of Toronto, she knew no one. Of course, in another month, when Joe was acquainted with the new position at the plant, there would be time for new activities. But now—even the children were gone. As she methodically pressed Joe ' s good Sunday shirt. Dorothy’s thoughts turned to her children—not really chil¬ dren any more, for Joe Jr. was in his last year at University, and Louise was now nursing at Winnipeg. Suddenly Dorothy wished desperately that they would appear beside her in the new kitchen in the new house. It would be so cheerful to see Joe, an incurable tease, shocking his fastidious sister with exaggerated big bites from his “Dagwood” sandwich. It would be so comforting to talk, and lean on them a little. Then Dorothy laughed out loud, highly amused to picture herself leaning on the children, for had not they always been the ones to do the leaning? Still it would be nice. . . After the laugh, she felt much better, and reproved herself for becoming so melodramatic. After all, in the week since the Mascos had moved in. Dorothy had met several neigh- Continued on Page 67

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THE SPARTALOGUE — 1956 Page Twenty-Five Variety Nigkt A combination of talent and the untiring efforts of Miss Cluff, Miss Weller. Miss McEachem and Miss Doan made our first Variety Night a real success. At eight o ' clock sharp scarlet curtains opened to reveal the Forster mixed choir which presented Forster Time , a number composed by Miss Cluff and Miss McEachern. The same group, accompanied by Sandra Mandzuk, closed the programme with a stirring rendition of the Hallelujah Chorus”. Appearing second on the programme were the members of the girls ' chorus—visions of loveliness in their gossamer evening gowns. Accompanied by Elizabeth Ord. they pre¬ sented Serenade” from “The Student Prince”, Stranger in Paradise” and The Unchained Melody”, Later they re¬ turned to sing Three Little Maids”. During this number, David Robinson selected a pretty wife, Diane Campbell, as Diane, Mione Marchant and Tamy Cohoon vied against one another for the attentions of this farmer boy with the ex¬ perienced eye. The boys ' chorus then contributed a choral number. Deep River . A thought-provoking play The Faithless with its refer¬ ence to Judas Iscariot and the thirty pieces of silver was the first presentation by the drama group Miss Weller as director, and Joyce Jensen as student director, supervised the cast. Bill Bryce, Barbara Powers. Tamy Cohoon, Richard Riseborough and Paul Mitchell did an excellent job in this P la y . , Many solos, ranging from current favourites to operatic tunes, uncovered Forster ' s hidden musical talent. Donna Barnes sang “Birth of the Blues”, after which Elizabeth Kulik entertained with Because”. Two religious numbers. “He , and The Lord’s Prayer , performed by Pat Dobson, were very popular. Later, Elaine Dockeray sang Such a Day and Marilou Dobson proved that It ' s a Grand Night for Singing , when she asked the audience to join in singing the chorus of this popular song. Sandra Mandzuk ' s beauti¬ fully trained voice did true justice to “Apres Un Reve , and You ' ll Never Walk Alone”. In the course of the evening two duets provided more entertainment. Barbara Huntley and Kaye Endo presented Santa Lucia , and Caroline Smith and Joan Beare sang It ' s Almost Tomorrow”. A trio composed of Pat and Judy Ambrose and Lorraine Allen harmonized with “Side by Side , accompanied by Rose Marie Woolsey. Besides the accompanists, two talented pianists performed for the appreciative audience. Milan Crepp presented Pre¬ lude in C Minor by Rachmaninoff in a commanding and forceful way, while Dawn Campbell’s Sontata Opus 31. No. 2 revealed her great ability at the key-board. Andrew DeSaeger, Pat Telek, and Sanford Schen with their accordions soon had their listeners tapping in time to the music. One of the main attractions of Variety Night was a comedy entitled “How to Propose . As a marriage lecturer, Bill Kovinsky gave invaluable suggestions to prospective poppers of that well-known question. Examples of proposals from the cave-man to the present day were acted out to the amusement of the audience. After a heated chase. Michael Roohon succeeded in dragging off his charming cave-lady. Nancy Moore. Jerome DeLaurier, as Sir Montmorency, wooed his fair lady, Ermintrude (Janet Kidd I. with a knightly speech. In a Victorian setting, Mr. McBean (Ed Hyttenrauch) and Miss Vera Butts (Sharron Randall l were brought together by Miss Butt’s father iJohn Blacklockl. A scene right out of a Damon Runyon episode involving Fred Dufour as Butch and Anna Kovinsky as ' ' Cooky ' ' in a Brooklyn setting, brought appreciative re¬ sponse from the audience. Then, Andrew DeSaeger, the capable handyman, changed the scene to a high society tennis court where Jerome DeLaurier as Kent Van Porter III sought the hand of wealthy Linda Van Courtland (Mari¬ lyn Lyndst. This being leap year, the finale was indeed timely. Our lecturer, a confirmed bachelor, failed to escape when Elaine Popkins (Tamy Cohoon ( outwitted him by proposing to him as she executed several expert full nelsons Miss Weller, Betty Makar, the student director, the cast, and the back-stage assistants all deserve a great deal of praise for this entertaining play. The choir and audience joined in singing “God Save the Queen’ to end our first and highly successful Variety show. Assembly 1 li lili lits Our Thursday morning assemblies reflected the varied interests of Forster students. Scholastic pursuits were some¬ what forgotten as the halls echoed with laughter in appre¬ ciation of first-class amateur talent or loud enthusiastic singing. On the few serious occasions we observed, co¬ operation was the keynote as the students observed the proper decorum. Cheers Led by Nancy Grondin, Pat Cooke, Dolores La Fontaine, and Marjorie Mitchell, the cheerleaders successfully roused the school spirit in each of their assemblies. An innovation was the introduction of two new cheers. Grab Another Rebound” and The Red Men . School Spirit The School Spirit Committee did its share to lure more students to attend football games. Dean Saul, as a reporter, interviewed female members of the Ecclesia who were dressed in football player ' s garb. This was intended as a sneak previeiv of our potential team. Twelve A Loyal 12A brought school spirit to trial this year in a delightful satire. Ken Howell as Mr. School Spirit appeared before honourable judge Eddie Dydo, who listened intently to the case while he read a comic book. Occasionally he was awakened by pretty witnesses Nancy Moore and Eliza¬ beth Ord. Jim McMurray. the mad Russian, soon made a hurried exit after he presented a petition in an equitable court. The jury was engaged in eating bananas, reading magazines, or quarreling among themselves. Finally Sparta, portrayed by Marilyn Lynds, pleaded with the court to grant the accused another chance on the promise of re¬ pentance. A sing-song followed with Barbara Kerr at the piano and Jack Wayne as master of ceremonies. Awards A varied program of carols, a play, and presentation of awards rang down the curtain on a very successful fall term. To open the assembly, the mixed choir, directed by Miss Cluff and accompanied by Miss Cushnie, sang “0 Little Town of Bethlehem and Silent Night.” The student body joined in singing the last verses of the carols. Mr. Silcox and Miss Doan awarded typing certificates and pins to students who achieved a typing of forty words per minute. Those receiving pins were Nancy Weir, Margaret Hogg, Jackie Fowler, Carolyn Levis. Rose Marie Woolsey, Barbara Spurrier, Mary Lou Davidson, and Ron Dockeray. Certificates were also presented to students obtaining thirty words per minute. Mr. Ellis and Mr. Christie then presented the shooting awards and crests for competition in Stratford and River¬ side. At Riverside. Wayne Hutchinson of 11A won a trophy for his high scores. A very amusing play ' Twas the Fight Before Christmas was presented under the direction of Miss Weller and student director John Sparling. The cast included Ed Hyttenrauch, Joyce Jensen, John Blacklock, Carole Lyng- holm, Bill Bryce, Betty Makar and Fred Dufour. Athletic awards were presented by Mr. Mallender and Mr. Krol who in turn received tie bars and cuff links from the football team. Mr. Brown closed the assembly by wish¬ ing the students a Merry Christmas. Quartet Forster students were promised the personal appearance of a famous quartet if they sold four hundred tickets to one of our basketball games. Although we sold only three hun¬ dred and sixty, the quartet obliged, and the comical antics of Eartha Gumey, Martha Ray, Perry Mallender, and Satchmo Krol delighted everyone. For their efforts, the Ecclesia presented three of the performers with five-foot crying towels, while “Satchmo” merited a ten foot one because he needed it . . Continued on Page 67