Lowe High School - Towers Yearbook (Windsor, Ontario Canada)

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The Windsor-Walkervillc Technical School Year Book 43 MESSAGES FROM GRADUATES Allen Padgett: It is in this manner that 1 wish to express tny thanks, to the school and staff for their untiring efforts in affording us a Technical educa¬ tion. Your methods of teaching the sttb- jet of drafting are the same as are practised in the large manufacturing plants, only on a smaller scale. Next to the practical work itself. I have found mathematics to be the most necessary of the subjects which we studied. Without this you would be at a loss to know what to do. All of the problems which were discussed in our classes have arisen time and again. Machine shop ranks as third in importance. It is neces¬ sary to know the machines, know their operations and parts. Then foundry and pattern making. Mow could a draftsman design a fixture for a machine if he did not know of what metal to make the body? We were taught the main principles, have seen them put to proof, and now the same problems arise. The problems of the shop involve the same priniples as those in which we were instructed. So ' of all the subjects, there is not one which is not essential. The graduate?’ experience shows that care was used in selecting the sub¬ jects we were taught. All that I can say is that they are valuable in my case. It is with these thoughts in mind that I thank the school and staff. 1 find the training received in school to be of very great assistance in my apprenticeship course in tool- niaking. -»-o- TECH O’ MY HEART A breezy greeting to all of you! A “hello from an ex-student—to one and all—a bow to all the class¬ rooms, auditorium and gym ! hat wouldn’t I give to be able to ex¬ tract that “ex” and really be a stu¬ dent once more within the portals of the Technical Towers! To attend the dramatic, literary, athletic and student-council meetings! To take charge of meetings again, to pre¬ pare articles for the “school column,” have discussions with reporters, give speeches, plays—enter contests both in work and play ! To be there once more! Don’t yearn to become a wage- earner. Think of the present, think of school, the teachers—what they mean to you and what they will mean in the future. It’s a fine thing to look forward to the time when you will be independent. It’s a finer thing when your whole mind and being is burning with enthus¬ iasm. ambitions and dreams—to¬ wards a goal every dreamer, thinker and worker aims for—that of being something and meaning something as well as giving something noble and worthwhile to this world. Tech fits you out, by giving you a firm foundation for the business world. It’s up to you to make the most of the present. Those little things that do not seem to be worth while studying now, are bound to be help¬ ful later on. This is not meant to be a sermon. These are only a few of the facts learned by those of us who are at work. The teachers can tell you a great many things more that space does not permit me to enumerate. And so I leave you. dear old Alma Mater—with fond memories of some of the happiest days of my life—and richer for the days spent within the solemn and wise towers of the Windsor - Walkerville Technical School. Somebody said—and I pass it on to you: The price of the gun never hit a bull ' s eye. And the bang seldom rattles the bells, It’s the hand on the trigger that cuts the real ‘figger,’ The aim’s what amounts—that ' s what makes record counts. Are YOU hitting or just wasting the shells?” Happiness—and—good luck! Lovingly and appreciatively, A staunch and loyal old student, VIOLET CONOSEV1TCH.

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ALUMNI EXECUTIVE COMMITTEE Hon. Pres.—Mrs. M. McGiffn. President—Percy Riddell. Vive- Pres.—Murray Smith. Secretary—Helen Windecker. Treasurer—Rhea Goulette. COMMENCEMENT NIGHT Happy smiling eyes that glisten. Cheery greetings of old friends. Merry laughter, joyful chatter, All in one confusion blends. The maiden’s gowns supply the colour. The purples, greens and pink and blues, And manly young hearts, joyfully flutter ’Neath their suits of darker hues. Representatives 1922— Kathleen Epplett. Whitney Gifford. 1923— Ruth Riddell. Douglas Wadge. 1924— Edith Williams. Francis A wad. 1925— Annie Fleming. Herbert Banwell. 1926— Christine Denison. Joseph Des Rosiers. And the hall is set resplendent, Greeting with a blaze of light, Many faces, sweetly blushing, On our glad commencement night. Now oil the roll of honour shine Names of graduates of old. And graduates of our time, May from them their future mould. As we leave our Alma Mater. We may look on and say with pride, As we view the noble building, “There it stands, my faithful guide.” CHARLES FISHER. 42

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44 The Windsor-Walkerville Technical School Year Book CLASS PROPHECY—1926 1 . Our desks are shut forever and our Homework Days are done, The nation of tovvonrow is no dream— The future lies before us and there’s glory to he won, A-sailiug o’er Lite’s swiftly flowing stream. 2 . That sets us all a-thinking of the things that arc to be, And ’‘specially bn our Graduation Night. So now to you my Classmates, I make this prophecy, And only hope that some of it is right. 3 . First of all comes dear old Polly, Veldon in work and name, A ninety-six percenter if you please. Because she is so brainy we know she’ll soon earn fame, And if she doesn’t. I should hope to sneeze! 4. A film star of the future next flashes into view, A petted baby darling of the screen, Her face is quite familiar, for its Gracie Nesbett, too. The cutest little flapper we have seen. 5 . And now into the Business World goes forth a shining light, But alas, ’tis a sad, sad tale of woe! For Des Rosiers was drowned in a Brain Wave one night. And such is the fate of our brilliant Joe. 6 . Bill Pryor was a joker so he laughed and grew quite fat, Everything in life to him was funny— He always took things easy, and if he keeps like that. In future, he’ll be minus lots of money. 7. A second Michael Angelo goes forth into the world, An English rose with many a thorn. outside. This artist of the future her talent has unfurled. So I present the name of Larke with pride. 8 . The proposition of the Pyes give us the greatest pleasure, They ' re greatly in demand by name and fame, Now Katie, in the future, may change her name at leisure, But Freddie, as a pie. must still remain. 9. Now I see a thoughtful thinker, driving a rusty pen, Noruc other than a Violet from 3A. Conosovitch is hard to spell, but then you “dinna Ken” A future author spells her name that way. 10 . MacArthur next jumps into view with Purvis running near. Two athletes quite familiar on the track. “Perseverance was their motto, and so it will appear, In future each will bring some trophies back. 11 . Then, of course, there’s Hester Churchill. —you all remember “Bill” At Basket Ball she surely could excell. We predict that in the future a happy home she’ll fill, So if she finds a husband—all is well. 12 . Philosophers and Sages, I admit are out of style, But wait until the latest comes in view, For Arthur Howe of “Special” was a thinker all the while. But “Howe” he thought his way. 1 I never knew. 13. Lil LaFontaine could play the ukc or so said C3C And everything she did was up to date. This child was always charming and so in years to be, We sec her as a future fashion plate. 14. Politics seem dry today, but watt ' till a few years hence, The Governmental action will be hot, Orechkin, as an -orator, has still gots lots of sense. For Archie is alive and on the spot. 15. I think of Bennie Mossman next; in class he did not shine, He cither fell asleep or made a row, But everybody liked him, and at sports he was just fine, So his future is a why, when and how. 16. Then comes little Miss Mustard, and a jolly kid is she, Now Kathleen in school was good as gold, Her future’s uneventful, for a dear old maid I see, And thus you hear a STORY simply told. 17. The name of Fraser Grenville sounds familiar to the ear, A boy who had a memory like a sponge, And then, about Charles Fisher too, I know you’d like to hear, For some day as a poet he will plunge. 18. Our memory turns to Kelly Smith who sure was full of fun, An imp of mischief was this naughty child, Now she’s working as a stenog., the fun has just begun, For I’m sure one day she’ll drive her boss quite wild.