Leamington District Secondary School - Phoebus Yearbook (Leamington, Ontario Canada)

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FRONT ROW: Harold Riach. Chas. Hyati (Chairman). Felix Major, Lyle Lendon. BACK ROW- Clifford Ferquson. Ross Crerar, Dr. F. A. Shotton. Ross Bruner Dr. M. T. Seiterinaton THE SCHOOL BOARD In the above picture appear the members of the Leamington High School Board. These men, who strve and plan diligently for the benefit of our school deserve a great deal of praise. The Chairman of the Board, Charles Hyatt, represents the Township of Mersea. Mr. Hyatt, a farmer, is, in reality, the Dean of the Board. Lyle Lendon, in the hardware business, is the Chairman of Property Committee. He, also a veteran member, represents the Leamington Public School Board. The Chairman of School Management, Clifford Ferguson, a furniture merchant, represents the Town of Leamington. Another veteran member, Felix Major, a Heinz worker, reoresents the Separate Schools. Ross Bruner, a farmer, is the representative for Gosfield South. I. A. Shotton, a prominent local physician, represents the Town of Leamington. The representative for Mersea Township is Haroid Reach, a farmer. Ross Crerar, a Heinz engineer, is the representative for the County of £iSS©X. M. J. Settenngton, also a well-known local physician, represents the Town of Leaminaton PHOEBUS Nineteen Forty-Eight SCHOOL BOARD

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PHOEBUS Nineteen Forty-Eight c j -—- Jhh. zzciz ■ l j Literature is the immortality of speech —ScHLEGEL. SENIOR COMPOSITION — First Prire WITH DEATH DIES HATRED Andrew Bradley was a venerable little man. He had been a faithful employee of McNaughton and Smith, Publishers, London, England, for nearly thirty years now. Never complaining outwardly, and executing his clerical work patiently, he inwardly entertained a suppressed violent rage at the younger men who had entered the business with an education and had rapidly risen to be his superiors, but, most of all, he hated his employer. As he sat at his desk, a plan began to form in his demented mind. He must teach these proud, insolent young men a lesson without allowing them to rectify any wrong they had committed against him. One bv one, he became acquainted with them, entertained them at his bachelor apartment, tor no woman would have him, ate his lunch with them and learned their habits. That was his method, to learn their idiosyncrasies not too openlv at first, so as not to give them any grounds to suspect him of an ulterior motive, and then to strike hard and effectively. He must destroy all those who had had the audacity to accept a promotion, disregarding his seniority. The morning papers carried a startling story. Major, a young executive in the McNaughton and Smith firm, had been accidentally killed in a subway while waiting for his train after taking his nightly walk in downtown London. A little of the hate was gone from Andrew Bradley ' s eyes. The next few months brought three more deaths to the offices of a particular publishing company in London. One interesting suspect, common to all four fatalities, that was overlooked, was that all four had ' accidentally di« d while D a rform na some ins’ani cant habit to which they were accustomed. A grissly coincidence! London muttered. If one could have observed Andrew Bradley, one might have seen a little more of the hatred vanish from his eves after each death. A few weeks later, the general manager of his firm suffered a brutal attack. The assailant had fled, leaving a knife in his victim ' s groin. Little Andrew Bradley went to work as usual the next day. His eyes, now, were comoletelv void of the burnina hate. A buzzer rang, summoning him into his employer ' s office. Automatically, he rose at the sound and went to enter the room. Suddenly, he stopped. His thoughts pounded at his temples. This was not possible. Panic-stricken, he entered the room, where his senses fled at what he saw; the old look of hate returned. There were the five men he had murdered, waiting for him to join them in a business conference. He lurched forward, tripping on the rug as he went, and fell. An old man had died; with him had died a fiery look of hate, and a too vivid imagination, which had conjured up the sound of a buzzer and five apparitions. —John Turnbull, 13A. 10