Kennedy Collegiate Institute - Kencoll Yearbook (Windsor, Ontario Canada)

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THE KENCOLL 1952 Page 1 5 BOARD OF EDUCATION FOR THE CITY OF WINDSOR, 1952 A. R. DAVIDSON, B.A., Chairman H. D. TAYLOR, B.A., C.M., M.D., Vice-Chairman P. P. McCALLUM, C.L.U. C. W. DAYNES L. WHITTAKER APPOINTED TRUSTEES Separate Schools . M. G. BRICK, D.D.S. H. LASSALINE, M.A. Vocational School . C. G. SAMPSON E. WATSON, LL.B. OFFICIALS Superintendent of Schools T. C. WHITE, B.A., B.Paed. Business Administrator.T. R. NOBLE, B.C.S. Inspector of Public Schools C. R. MacLEOD, B.A., B.Paed. Assistant Business Administrator .J. DOWER WINDSOR SCHOOLS EXCEL

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VIVIAN THELMA WARREN App.: Shody F.S.: Oh. peochy. dandy P.P.; Boys who go steady Weok.: Accordion ployers Amb.: To pass shorthand 1962: 32 100 D. Thorpe Mrs. M. E. Crowford, W. S. Day. Mrs. J. Durrant. J. Gray Aasumptimt (UoUrgr OF THE UNIVERSITY OF WESTERN ONTARIO WINDSOR, ONTARIO 1870-1950 Phone 3-6355 GENERAL AND HONOUR COURSES LEADING TO B.A. AND M.A. DEGREE PRE ENGINEERING, MEDICAL TECHNOLOGY For details regarding admission, scholarships and courses at Assumption College, Contact the Registrar.

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Page 1 6 THE KENCOLL 1952 SPRING IS IN THE MOUNTAINS Spring had come. Bubbling Brook had felt the en¬ chanting touch. Art Ferar ' s goats had detected it in the invigorating air. All nature knew,—and so did Nelly. Nelly knew because the Doctor was taking her to Town. For as long as she could remember, the occasion had been celebrated by the people, in going to Town. Nelly wished life would never end; there were many, many springs she would never know. Winter never had finesse or effeminate radiance in the mountains. It struck with a cold hand that brought to light the glory of its true nature. Winter came in ruthless magnificence and thus it left. Consequently the people of the mountains rejoiced, at its departure, and all gaily clamoured to Town, where there was Life. Picturing it all, Nelly chuckled. Oh, the men made such a fus s about women’s foolish whims to come to Town but their eyes could never hide the dancing joy. Nelly could even hear them laughing hoarsely at Len Jacobs as he related the tale of the bear that just got away. Some¬ one told a flat story, probably Slim Mills, his stories were never funny, but all laughed heartily, just because they were men, and it was spring. Hey, Bill ' s finally here! All the men marched vigor¬ ously up the steps of the Post Office, where they entered old hill-farmers and came out, gentlemen of fashion, with their hair cropped close to their heads like fresh cut hay, and their smooth-shaved chins fragrant with clover scent. Occasionally one of the younger gentlemen sacrificed his pride and joy for fashion ' s sake, but those who knew the way to a lady’s heart left their beards for all, who could see well, to take notice. Nelly knew well whe re the women would gather. The chatter and hum was heard from the Church to the Post Office, which marked the extreme ends of Main Street, and the Town. One might think the store was full of busy bees. Every now and then a hrgh-pitched voice came into the hum and caused discord to the blended harmony but no one minded, except of course the bees. The women ordered bolts of material. Some were for gay print dresses, others for coarse, strong overalls. On the counters, jars of spices were lined neatly just in front of the scale so that when one looked through the jars, as it was impossible to look over, the numbers of the weighing machine became odd shapes and sizes and illegible. Every year there was a catalogue in the store, from the city; consequently a group in the corner, Ohd and Ahd at all the pictures. They refused to miss a page, not even those with the models of the new automo¬ biles that were overrunning the cities. Mrs. Ferar cried because, Everything is so pretty and I wish I had it all but, I haven ' t!” She soon dried her eyes, in time to catch her son Jamie trying to take one of the shiny red apples that were stamped Produce of the South . To the boy. they a.II seemed like mirrors and their tantalizing fragrance tempted him. The Storekeeper made a mental note, I ' ll have to put those apples out of their reach, the little pests!” But the mental note soon faded from the at¬ mosphere. It was Spring! More than anything Nelly loved the dance that was held, in the evening, at the huge barn, everyone called, “The Old Hall . The quaint strains, played by three vio¬ lins, were rhapsodies to Nelly’s ears. Those who seemed to sail around the room, had captured her heart, and Nelly ' s heart danced with them. Here everyone was to¬ gether, young, old, relatives, and even those who con¬ stantly quarrelled; all, bound by the happiness in their hearts and the music that made the rafters ring out merri¬ ment. No danger could ever touch these elements which composed the heart. Nelly ' s reverie ended suddenly. The Doctor must be ready. The old excitement overwhelmed her until she had that lump in her throat. The Doctor entered her room. Oh Nelly, I ' m so sorry, my dear. Ken Lambeth has had an attack again. It ' s an emergency. I will have to operate. Nelly did not hesitate. After she picked up her crutches, she slowly made her way to the door. The nurse is ready, Doctor. Slowly, they drove north, away from the winding road to Town, and festivities. The engine of the old car coughed and sputtered and gasped trying to fill itself with the refreshing air. All nature knew it, and Nelly knew it. She sighed. Spring is in the Mountains, Doctor! First Prize —VICKY BOROTA FLIGHT TO FREEDOM The small group of people furtively hastened towards the distant glowing lights. They could hear the hounds baying in the distance. Ahead lay freedom; behind them, certain death. The night air was cold as the little group plodded onward. Out of the darkness which surrounded them, a small light appeared, which drew closer and closer ' as they fled on their way. The light was almost upon them. Did it belong to friend or foe? If it was a friend, they would be safe, if a foe, there would be instant death for attempting to flee the country. They stopped. The light shone on them. Had their attempt been thwart¬ ed? They stood there and waited as the beam of light moved still closer. Anna Krasna had wanted to escape since the village had been incorporated under foreign rule. Together with Peter Troski, the village tailor, she had planned an escape route, by which they would flee the country. It had been over a month since they had arranged everything, but both were watched so closely that they were unable to execute their plan.