Lakehead University - Yearbook (Thunder Bay, Ontario Canada)

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LAKEHEAD TECHNICAL INSTITUTE YEAR BOOK I Well Remember . . well remember my first day underground in a Canadian gold mine. With no conception of what it would be like, my mind speculated with some very strange ideas. And on the morning in question my uncertainty increased when I dressed in un- familiar clothing and acquired a cap lamp operated from a battery attached to my belt. The descent was made in a cage barely big enough for the seven men who occupied it. It went down so fast that I found myself in the station at the 900 ft. level before I knew what had happened. This station was large and well lighted. The rock walls had been painted a cheerful white and several benches stood along one wall. However, the black opening of the drift at the other end of the station quickly caught and held my attention. Then the shifter appeared and led me into that darkness. I stumbled along after him over the uneven footing of the ties of the narrow gauge railway which ran the length of the drift. By tipping my head forward I was able to get enough light on the track ahead, but I was con- cerned about bumping my head. So my progress was slow as I kept flashing my light alternately up and down, and as a result the shifter kept getting farther ahead of me. Then it occurred to me that the drifts had been cut to accommodate anybody walking in an upright position. I soon caught up to my shifter. We turned off to go along one of the many crosscuts. About a half mile along the cross cut my guide suddenly vanished; he had stepped into a small opening in the side of the wall. From this point a system of ladders led downward. I started down slowly, feeling for each rung, and at first attempting to illuminate the lower rungs, but nearly falling from the ladder in the process. Shaky and breathless I reached the bottom. I was in a stope, which seemed like a huge cavern terminating in the shape of a funnel below me. The shifter indicated a great heap of broken rock on the sides of the stope, gave me a shovel and instructions to shovel it into the funnel at the bottom. He told me that the broken rock would be drawn out into cars on the level below. This was not clear to me, but I set to work anyways . . . and rather gingerly because I was afraid I might lose my footing and go bouncing down the stope. That shift was certainly the longest eight hours I have yet lived. The recollection of my first day underground seems rather amusing to me now, but I think I shall never forget it. -J. D. — 27 —

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L AKEHE AD TECHNICAL INSTITUTE YEAR BOOK FIELD TRIP— ARTS prize thrust upon ' em. After determining by statistics the slim chance each of us had of being thrust upon, we decided it would be best to carry on with our original intentions. At the corner of Cumberland and Arthur Streets, we found a crowd of puzzled people staring up at the sky where nothing appeared to be happening. Wishing to look into this strange spectacle we drew nearer where, much to our amusement, we discovered a certain small town forester, filled with awe, regarding the numerous stories of the Prince Arthur Hotel. We left him mut- tering to himself in the best of Parisian French and made our way up the mighty slopes of Arthur Street. The way was hard particularly for the Fort William students who are unused to the thinner atmosphere and treacherous tenain of this mountainous district. The Port Arthur students found that in order to make any progress they had to tie ropes around the Fort William students and haul them up the hill. It was five minutes to three when we arrived at the library where we found Mr. Todesco gazing fondly into the headlights of a yellow convertible. When asked if a blonde had gotten out of it, he looked puzzled and answered, A blonde what? We let the matter drop and after finding the car was locked, we went inside for our lecture on bibliographies. Since then, Miss Murphy, Miss Booking, and Miss Aedy, have been doing something which has been neglected by most libraries. Bibliographies of bibliographies have been written but since no one has written a bibliography of a bibliography of a bibliography the girls are working on it. Mr. Adderley is out compaigning for the addition of a comic book section to all Public Libraries and Miss Nattress is wondering if a librarian would classify her Year Book under the Fine Arts or Twentieth Century Literature. When last seen, Mr. Todesco was heading in the direction of a yellow convertible. — L. A. Word got around that the Engineers were taking an English course while at L.T.I., and although it is hard to prove while in the school, we picked up this copy of a typical engineer ' s business letter to a financeer and the reply. Dear Dad: No mon No fun. ■ — Your Son. Dear Son: Too bad You sad. — Your Dad. — 26 —

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LAKE HEAD TECHNICAL INSTITUTE YEAR BOOK THE LAKEHEflD TECH fl JCRL IRSTITUTE THE LAKEHEAD TECHNICAL INSTITUTE is now completing its fourth year of service to students in Northwestern Ontario, offering courses in Technical Forestry and Mining, as well as first year University instruction in General Arts, Applied Science, Commerce and Forestry. These four years have been a testing period, as classes have been conducted entirely in quarters erected as temporary only in 1948. These quarters have been enlarged since the original build- ing was erected, and do not lend themselves to further expansion. A site, comprising some eighty acres, located between the cities of Port Arthur and Fort William has been given by the City of Port Arthur for new modern buildings. Permanent buildings with facilities for sports and other extra curricular activities, as well as classroom and administrative quarters, are planned for construction as early as necessary financing can be arranged. A substantial portion of the cost of new buildings must be provided locally. The Advisory Board of the Institute have under consideration the supplying of these funds. The Advisory Board is most hopeful that, when building conditions become more satisfactory, we will proceed to erect permanent buildings on the land owned by the Institute, between the two cities. The buildings will embrace all facilities possible to make them attractive to both the student body and the citizens at large, as well as a credit to our cities, our District and our Province. A. V. Chapman, Chairman, Advisory Board. — 28 —