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

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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.

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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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THE KENCOLL 1952 Pag 17 Igor and Alexis Stochencko had also decided upon es¬ cape. The two brothers were the village blacksmiths. They had no plan, and both knew how futile their attempt would be without one. By chance, they learned that Anna and Peter were planning to escape. The two brothers decided to cast their lot with the village tailor and Anna. The four had decided on the date of escape. Everything was in readiness. Stealthily, one by one, they went to the appointed meeting place. Dusk had settled over the countryside as the four started on their way. They has¬ tened lest they be seen and reported. As the night set in, they could see the distant lights across the border to free¬ dom, when suddenly they had been confronted by this sudden light . . . Anna stepped forward. The light followed her. There were muffled voices, and suddenly the four heard the jubilant whisper of Anna, Peter, it is Ivor and Katrinka. We were also fleeing, and thought you were the border guards. Relief swept over the four people. Now that their party had been enlarged by the two newcomers, they quickened their steps towards the border . . . The hounds scent something, one of the border guards shouted to the other. Perhaps some of the peas¬ ants are frying to escape. If so, their only escape will be death. But both guards were unable to detect anything. They continued their patrol along the border . . . The six breathless escapees had reached the border. The lights of the free city beckoned to them. They raced across and continued running until they heard footsteps and a shout, Who goes there? They stopped and turned. Had the border guards spotted them and were they at¬ tempting to take them back? Instead of a burly border guard, a uniformed soldier stepped forward. Are you an American? These were Anna ' s first words. Yes, came the reply. The six had made good their escape. The flight to freedom was ended. Second Prize —LEON LEVINE LISTEN Alone in the corridor I had just let my books drop with a neat thud in front of my locker, and a silence fol¬ lowed. Suddenly I heard a voice— Pourquoi ne peut- elle pas etre plus soigneuse de nous? It was my French book complaining in a nasal whine. Nos in hunc locum non ratus nostri iacit, added the Latin text. Meum tergum frangitur! . This is even worse than last year, complained the Maths book. Even though there were x times as many of us weighing y times as many pounds. I agree with you, piped up my history text in the broken tones of the aged. Our condition reminds me of how crowded it was back in 431 B.C. when all the Athenians were brought within the walls of Athens, be¬ cause a large force of Persians was besieging the city. We certainly have good reason to complain. Oui, vous avez raison, sans doute, agreed my French book. Suddenly my geometry set burst open with a “click , jabbing the compass into my book of poems which had been sitting back in a corner quietly taking in all that had been said. Oh! it shrieked with pain. I hope you don ' t think I m trying to complain. I know it is crowded, but could you restrain yourself from sticking your point into my back again. I had been standing there stock still. Suddenly I moved my foot, was it just the pages I disturbed or did I hear a soft chorus of groans coming from the pile of books? Anyway I picked them up rather self-consciously and placed them gently on the shelf of my locker. Third P rize —SAM GRYMEK A CAFETERIA According to the New Universities Webster Dictionary, a Cafeteria is “a restaurant for self-help and quick ser¬ vice. The editor of this source of knowledge must have had a cafeteria similar to ours in mind when he used the expressions self-help and quick-service . Just as soon as the eleven forty-five bell rings, dismissing the K.C.I. students, there is a mad dash for lockers and lunches, and then the continued scramble upstairs to the third floor. They rush to get in line for their liquid nourishment ( Choc¬ olate or white and please quit shoving ) and then they rush to find one of those articles of furniture commonly known as a chair, which are very, very scarce in our cafeteria. Now they are settled. If they should happen to take a breather between tuna fish sandwiches and gossip, which they have been devouring simultaneously, and glance around them, they would find that although not so large, our dining-room serves its purpose. The luscious pink walls form a suitable background for the insistent chatter. The girls eat on one side, the boys on the other. The tables were assigned at the beginning of the year to the different classes, but with groans of Oh, Mr. Ryan, a quick shift took place. After all, girlfriends simply must sit together and I imagine the order on the boys’ side has varied considerably also! Prefects, which the same dic¬ tionary defines as commanders or governors, keep or¬ der. However, it is very seldom that they are forced to exert their authority. Hot lunches, sandwiches ond buns are available but most of the students bring lunches from home. The members of the faculty who cat at school have a lunchroom which is off the main part of the cafe¬ teria. I understand that they have some lively discussions in there—just like we students! At twelve o ' clock, a bell rings, and everyone having consumed ample, most of the students leave. By twelve- fifteen everyone has left except this most ardent gossips. With leminders from Mr. Gilbert, we try tokeep from firing oranges and lunch-bags but the lure of the wire baskets is often too great. It ' s so much more fun to practice a set-shot at them, rather than in the gymnasium. In the summer, we use Jackson Park as our cafeteria on the nice days quite often, but in the winter we use the Cafeteria for the full noon hour and it becomes a study room. Much of that important History assignment is finished there. Our lunch-room has often served as a meeting room and even doubled as an auditorium for the assembly when our new gym floor was being laid this year. Those students who are able to go home at noon may consider themselves lucky but we who bring our lunches feel that they are missing a lot of fun between twelve and one on the third floor of Kennedy Collegiate. PAT McKENZIE—1 1A 1st Prize