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

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Page 14 THE KEN COLL 1954 KENNEDY FORUM FORUM Third Row: D. Cole, B. St. Pierre, G. Douglas, A. F. S. Gilbert, J. Ruttle, R. Malkin. Second Row: B. Keech, G. Safrance, G. Bzdziuch, 0. Girard. M. Rapawy, E. Rosenbaum, D. Hutchinson. First Row: J. Morlantl, D. Spcndlove, M. French, E. Cole. F. D. Knapp, D. Czapla. C. Saulre, B. Nykor, E. Russell. M 1953-54 FORUM EXECUTIVE .ELAINE COLE DOLORES CZAPLA . BOB KRAUSE RON MALKIN COMMITTEES Boys’ Athletics - - - • - - - Chairman, Chuck Safrance Bod Keech, l ' .arl Rosenbaum, Cord Safrance, Tom Tobin Girls’ Athletics .Chairman. Gail Girard Joan Morianti. Mary Rapawy. Bcv Nykor, Ernestine Russell Social Committee .Chairman, Mamie French Don Cole. Jack Ruttle, Jo-Anne Saunders. Donna Spendlove Altiora Peto ------ Chairman, Genevieve Bzdziuch Dean Hutchinson, Dolores Czapla, Barry St. Pierre Literary and Drama Society - Chairman, Gary Douglas Donna Spendlove. Bob Krause, Carol Squire, Don Malkin Staff Adviser .Mr. F. D. Knapp Staff Treasurer .Mr. R. R. Deagle PRESIDENT SECRETARY VICE-PRESIDENT TREASURER

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T 11 IS K IS N C O L L 19 5 4 Page 13 1954 COMMERCIAL GRADUATES WANDEN, ANNIE App.: Dinky F.S.: I don’t know P.P.: Shorthand Dictation Weak.: Economics Amb.: Work at a bank 1964: Manager of that Bank RENAUD. DOLORES App.: Puzzled F.S.: I don’t know” P.P.: Boys Weak.: Convertibles Amb.: Music teacher 1964: On lesson 22, herself SCHRANZ, CLARA App.: Musician F.S.: Move over” P.P.: Make-up Weak.: Violin Amb.: To teach violin 1964: Still Just 12 students SMIDU, IRENE App.: Puzzled F.S.: Oh Yeah! P.P.: Mr. Bartlett’s Economic’s class Weak.: Someone from Midlka. Manitoba Amb.: To work in Detroit 1964: Home in Manitoba MAR2IN, VELMA App.: Sporty F.S.: Boloney” P.P.: Work Weak.: Caboto Club Amb.: Stay home 1964: Still home SMITH. MARGARET App.: Mysterious F.S.: Hurry Pat” P.P.: Homework Weak.: Blonde hair, blue eyes Amb.: To work at the Bell 1964: Professional line woman SOUTH, JOHN App.: Shy F.S.: Here comes Charlie” P.P.: Girls Weak.: Economics Amb.: Good typist 1964: 30 W.P.M. SPENCER, JEAN App.: Brains F.S.: All right you guys’ P.P.: Reggie ' s drums Weak.: Fattening foods Amb.: Private Secretary 1964: Shining the drums TOBIN, CAROL App.: Winky F.S.: I don’t care” P.P.: Mr. Bartlett’s questions Weak.: Big Red Ants Amb.: To raise a family 1964: Cheaper by the Dozen TODOROV, DONNA App.: Bewildered F.S.: Gee P.P.: Mr. Wass’ math class Weak.: Brown Hair??? Amb.: Private Secretary 1964: Cleaning lady In a office TRATECHAUD. VIRGINIA App.: Pixie F.S.: There’s a game today girls” P.P.: Kids who won’t play basketball Weak.: Fattening foods Amb.: Private Secretary 1964: Hey girls I finally passed ULICNY, WILLY App.: Embarrassed F.S.: I give up what?” P.P.: Blind Umpires Weak.: A little Red Head Amb.: Baseball player 1964: Bat Boy 1 (;» n VANDEWEILLE, SYLVIA App.: Troubled F.S.: Oh Gee” P.P.: Mustaches Weak.: Blonds with brush cuts Amb.: To learn to swim 1964: Deep sea diver WALKER, DONNA App.: Undecided F.S.: Hey Dolores” P.P.: Art Weak.: English Amb.: Stenographer 1964: Kresge’s Counter 2 WALL. DONNA App.: Talented F.S.: Hurry up Jean” P.P.: Crowded Bus Weak.: Charleston Amb.: Dancing teacher 1964: Wall ' s Dancing Studio

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■ THE KEN COLE 1954 Page 15 POETRY THE DANCING LADY As darkness settled on the shelf, A small figure stirred itself; Quietly through the night away, Danced the figure lithe and gay. Past the stately willow leaves, AroUnd a figure on its knees, Through the slender tinsel pines, Over the pink and yellow lines. With the dawn came the sunlight,— Shining on the figure bright, Which suddenly stiffened in its pose, As sweet as the fairest waxen rose. The door being opened to the store, The figure toppled to the floor; It was swept up by the shop-girl Sadie, And that was the end of the Dancing Lady. 1st Prize Sr. —GERALD LEVINE, 12B A DESK Three feet high and made of wood; Many a year of toil it’s stood. Once it was new and shining bright But, now it is really quite a sight! Inscriptions of every sort and kind Decorate it on top and behind. Its screws are loose, and its varnish gone, Through use by many a Susie and Don. The inkwell is empty or overflowing, The seat clangs and rattles when you’re coming or going. Ancient and worn it still serves us, for, IIow would you like to sit on the floor? 3rd Prize Sr. —ELEANOR POULSEN A TYPICAL MORNING AT K. C. I. On the morning of each school day, I leave from home and wend my way To K. C. I. where you will find, The friendliest pupils of any kind. Up one of the finest campus walks, Of which we know everyone talks, Into the school and down the hall— Follow the leader one and all! Then to our lockers to get our books, And gossip a while in our own little nooks; Then into the home-room everyone goes, And seated at desks we all take a pose. The teacher then enters the classroom all smiles, And on closing the period gives homework in piles; Off to Business Practice, Science and Gym, By that time all present are feeling grim. At one minute to, books are closed and ready, Quarter to twelve the bell rings loud and steady; We all leave for lunch and go our own wav, Knowing we’ll return to,complete this school day. 3rd Prize Jr. —LYNNE DANIELS A TRIBUTE TO THE BRAVE Last night I dreamed ’neath cloudy skies. In restless slumber heard the beat Of countless millions marching by, Grow dim, as they neared a place more meet. I saw the the sorrowing, wounded ghosts With pack on back, and gun in hand, With bearded chin; yet, eyes aglow They stumbled, face ' to the promised land. They had fought, not with glory or fame in mind, But with love for home and valleys of green: Inspired, these men to their noblest deeds Were driven, by the awful Power unseen. Mused I. “Was their sacrifice all in vain? Was the piper enticing loved ones far away? Or, was it a challenge for loyal hearts To defend what is right, what is true, what is brave?” And these unknown heroes of No-Man’s-Land Who fought in the valley, and fought on the hill Were fired with loyal devotion, and truth; Unyielding, relentless, a spirit unstill. So, as the darkness of Time them enfolds. Let us not, in our pride, allow them to fall From our hearts, from our thoughts, from our words, from our minds; But exalt them, and praise them, with our conquerors all! 2nd Prize Sr. —SHEILA COLLINS, 11A KENNEDY Kennedy! Oh, Kennedy! ! am so disillusioned; For years I dreamed of maidens fair Ascending your golden gallery stair And meeting handsome princes there; But I’ve come to this conclusion: Kennedy! Oh, Kennedy! Thou seat of higher knowledge, When after five long years spent here Of work and sweat and toil and tears, To fulfil ambitions for future years We then just enter college. 2nd Prize Jr. —MARILYN MA1T, 9A BLACK STORM His powerful legs carry him o’er the plain, Through mud-filled stream, and western range, Through sun and wind and driving rain— Black Storm, the mighty stallion. His wild instinct drives him on, To fight for his survival, To keep his herd from any harm— Black Storm, the mighty stallion. Jet-black, satin, glossy coat, And white blaze on his face, “He’s our pride,” say western folk— Black Storm, the mighty stallion. 1st Prize Jr. —PAT CLAUS, IOC