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

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Page Ten THE SPARTALOGUE — 1958 SCHOLARSHIPS AND BURSARIES VALENTINA TRITJAK The Alice Wilson Graybiel Memorial Scholarship One Thousand Dollars Board of Governors’ Scholarship (U.W.O.) Two Hundred Dollars The James T. Robinson Memorial Award One Hundred Dollars Board of Governors’ Scholarship in French (U.W.O.) One Hundred Dollars (reverted) CATHERINE WHITE The John L. Forster Award One Hundred Dollars GLENDA ATKINS General Proficiency Prize THOMAS SHANNON General Proficiency Prize JACK WAYNE General Proficiency Prize DAWN CAMPBELL The John Thorbum Scholarship Eighty Dollars Prize for excellence in English GORDON LAW The Mary Gooderham Chapter, I.O.D.E. Bursary One Hundred and Fifty Dollars The A. H. McKague Bursary Two Hundred Dollars PHILIP ARBER The Col. Walter L. McGregor Chapter I.O.D.E. Bursary One Hundred Dollars Atkinson Foundation Bursary Four Hundred Dollars Dominion-Provincial Student-Aid Bursary Five Hundred Dollars Prize for excellence in English ROSABELLE VEIGHEY The Royal Windsor Chapter, I.O.D.E. Bursary Two Hundred Dollars PATRICIA DOBSON The Christine Waterman Grant Windsor Pilot Club One Hundred Dollars EDWARD DYDO Atkinson Foundation Bursary Two Hundred Dollars JAMES JOHNSTON The Major John A. Willis Chapter I.O.D.E. Bursary Two Hundred Dollars Princess Alice Chapter, I.O.D.E. Bursary Two Hundred Dollars The A. H. McKague Bursary Two Hundred Dollars Dominion-Provincial Student-Aid Bursary Two Hundred and Fifty Dollars BETTY ANN MAKAR Atkinson Foundation Bursary Four Hundred Dollars MARILYN LYNDS The Col. E. S. Wigle Chapter, I.O.D.E. Bursary One Hundred and Fifty Dollars MARILYN TALBOT Atkinson Foundation Bursary Two Hundred Dollars

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TEACHING STAFF Front Row (Left to Right): Miss Gurney, Mrs. Langmaid, Miss Weller. Mr. Brown, Mr. Steadman. Miss Philpot, Mrs. Sparling, Miss Scarfonc. Second Row: Miss MacDonald (Secretary), Miss McIntosh, Mrs Reitz, Mrs. Sinclair, Miss Moss, Miss Mitchell, Mr. Williams. Mr. Price. Third Row: Mr. Ellis, Mr Mallondcr. Miss Enright, Miss Castle, Miss Vott (Secretary), Miss Laithwaite, Mr. Peirce, Mr. Allison. Fourth Row: Mr. Krol. Mr. Haines, Mr. Gessel, Mr. Christie. Mr. Skoyles, Mr. Silcox. Mr. Jenkins, Mr. Heaton. Absent: Mrs. Haeberlin, Mrs. Liddell. Miss Clary. FAREWELL! This June, as we pack our books for the last time, we must bid farewell to many of our friends— fellow students, graduates, and teachers. Among the teachers who will be leaving Forster Collegiate is Miss Gurney. We will say good-bye to Miss Gurney with sadness, for during her many years with us she conquered our hearts with her cheerfulness, leadership, devotion to school activi¬ ties, and especially her excellent teaching. We shall always remember the many contributions she made to the school during her stay with us. We hope that Miss Gurney’s stay in Etobicoke will be as happy and fruitful. Also going to Etobicoke will be Mr. Christie who was with us for three years. Our best wishes to you too, Mr. Christie! We want you to know that we’ll miss you. May we also express our thanks and best wishes to Mr. Haines who will be leaving us to continue his studies at St. Peter’s Seminary in London, On¬ tario; to Mr. Peirce who will be the head of the Physical Education department at Medway Col¬ legiate; to Miss Enright who will be teaching in Timmins; and to Mrs. Reitz who is leaving the teaching profession. Upon our return in September, we shall meet the new members of the staff. Let us accord them the best welcome possible and let us show them that Windsor schools — especially Forster Collegiate — excel! ECCLESIA EXECUTIVE Front Row (Left to Right): Margaret MacDonald, Margaret White. Marie McGuinness. Second Row: Larry Karpiuk, Trevor Wright, Jim Leishman. Wayne Hutchinson.

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• THE SPARTALOGUE — 1958 Page Eleven NOSTALGIA I watched the sun sink through the evening clouds , And as sweet coolness kissed my burning cheeks , I closed my eyes and dreamed of bygone days. The haze dissolved. and from the silv’ry mist A church appeared, with windows pink and mauve. Its steeple glistened in the heav’nly light As singing angels opened wide the doors. In this holy garden, had learned of God. With brimming heart, I turned to go my way, But there before me was a flowered path Of violets, rose, and sweet forget-me-nots; Green ferny boughs o ' er hung the winding lane . With trembling heart. I followed dappled shade. Until, far up ahead, came chiming songs Of laughing joy. — Then, suddenly, I kicked A crimson stone, and a whole school-house rose Before my eyes. I pushed the crimson door Which creaked resistance at my finger-tips; But there, inside, a wise old man with eyes Alight, took my warm hand in his, and led Me through the cool, dim, halls of soft blue grey. A crimson curtain hid each room from view; But. shyly, pushing the silk folds aside. I saw the scenes of dazzling memories Some Roman soldiers marched across the boards; An English map beside great Shakespeare ' s bust; The words “Frangaise” and “je vous aime beaucoup”; The skeleton of birds and frogs; and plants; And dirty test-tubes hiding in their racks. With eyes of tears. I closed the crimson folds. To see a vast parade of champions Behind their crimson flags — the scholars proud. The speakers brave, the athletes strong and bold. With guiding step, the old man led me through A golden door. With smiling lips my friends And teachers grasped me gently by the hand; We spoke no words , for all could understand The wisdom, knowledge, happiness we shared Within these walls. The golden door closed. The crimson school-house vanished. I was alone on the flowered path. inckcd a blue forget-me-not. And pinned it next my heart. —Margaret Sparling, 13A