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

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The Windsor-Walkerville Technical School Year Book 15 were donated by three chairmen of the Technical School Board, Mr. H. E. Guppy, Mr. Niel C. Ortved and Mr. Harry J. Mero. In the second floor corridor, are The Boyhood of Raleigh, a gift from Technical ‘4’ of 1924 and 1925, and The Fighting Temeraire that was presented by the Tech¬ nical forms of 1924 andl925. Third forms, attention! Let us follow the examples of T4 and, when we graduate, let us give old Tech, a picture to remember us by in years to come. EVELYN MARSDEN (Eljaitges in the Staff The School regrets the withdrawal of four members of the teaching staff; ' Mr. W. J. O’BRIEN is teaching at the Accountancy School in Detroit, Michigan. Mr. H. A. VOADEN, M.A., is teaching in the Sarnia Collegiate In¬ stitute Vocational School. Mr. G. R. WEST, B.A.Sc., another member who has left Tech., has joined the staff of the G»lt Collegiate Vocational School. Five new members are welcomed to the teaching staff of Tech! Miss 0. F. BRIGHAM, formerly of the St. Thomas Vocational School in St. Thomas, Ontario, is a specialist in Commercial work. Mr. G. DEAN, B.A., came from the College of Education, Toronto, and is teaching Business Law and Office Practice in the place of Mr. O’Brien. Mr. C. ADSETT, B.A., formerly of the College of Education, has joined the Staff of the School, and is teaching Literature, Composition and History. Mr. C. McCALLUM. B.A., a specialist in Physical Training and Sci¬ ence, comes from the College of Education, Toronto. Mr. McCallum has taken charge of the boys’ physical training work. Mr. R. VINCENT comes from the Training College for Technical Teachers in Hamilton, Ontario, and has taken the place of Mr. West, teach¬ ing Machine Shop Practice and Mechanical Drawing. In flDcnioriam In Loving Memory of MISS LUCIE TOWLE Member of the Teaching Staff from September, 1922 until her death January 11th, 1928. The Art Prize was won by Alex. Cherkinsky, who made the heading for the editorial section.

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14 The Windsor-Walkerville Technical School Year Book we think you are not doing your best. We know you are made of sterner stuff than that, for there is not one drop of shirker’s blood in you. We are quiet because we have not learned to take blows with a smile. When you are struck, we are struck. We are with you “to the last man”. Don’t think that losing one or two games is a defeat, but take the defeat as a spur for winning the next. You have a great family of supporters here. We just thought we’d let you know—though you should have known it all ' along—that the school is mighty strong for the team. GERTRUDE PERRY. (Ottr Hunk nf Historical illustrations It has been considered a part of the first form pupil’s history work in past years to bring in historical pictures. These pictures were put on the class bulletin board where all might see them and profit thereby. After they had served their purpose they were thrown away. This year the pupils are doing the same as pupils of former years. However, the best pictures are not thrown away, but are kept. Mr. Wood, the history teacher in the Technical Department, thought of the idea of keeping a permanent file of these pictures for the use of the present pupils and those of later years. The book is of the usual type used for such purposes. It is a large black book with loose pages. It has been divided into four different parts according to dates. The dates run from One Thousand to the present day. There are tags which tell where the pictures of each period begin. P e .teachers are receiving a great deal of material for this book. 1 he collection is valuable in more ways than one. It makes the history lesson much more interesting if you have brought in a picture illustrating it. Sometimes you make an imaginary picture of your history characters. The book corrects your wrong ideas and makes the characters of history seem more real to you. The collection will become more valuable every year because pic¬ tures are continually being added to it. As this year marks the beginning ot the collection, the first formers should try to set a record for bringing m illustrations which will never be surpassed in the book’s history. MARGARET McGUINNESS, C.l.A. Clip Jirturrs in tip Halls Our school is fortunate in having many pictures to decorate its rooms and corridors. In the library is a series depicting events in the War, presented by the Imperial Order of the Daughters of the Empire when our school was first built. In the halls near the main entrance are three, York Cathedral, The Lion of Ldcerne, and the Winged Victory that

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The Wimlsor-Walkerville Technical School rear Book AN ADVENTURE WITH A LION (Prize Story — Allan Muir, C2E) Some people doubt the truth of this story; they think it is the pro¬ duct of an elastic imagination. Per¬ haps it is, I leave it to you to judge. One day while hunting in the African jungle, I came upon the fresh spoor of a lion, a huge lion, judging by the size of his tracks. Unslinging my gun from my shoul¬ ders, I hurried after him. An hour later saw me struggling through the jungle after the elusive lion. Just as I was giving up hope, I stepped into a clearing: in front of me lay the lion eating his din¬ ner—an uncooked deer, by the way. He took no notice of me but went on eating with an air of, I ' ll attend to you later. I raised my gun, aimed, Dulled the trigger and nothing happened. The fact grad¬ ually penetrated my mind that I was standing with an empty gun in my hand and a ferocious lion in front of me. Deciding that dis¬ cretion was better than valour, I turned without bidding the lion goodbye. As I turned to go, I saw another lion advancing towards me. showing his teeth in a genial smile. There T stood, with a lion in front of me, another behind me and my heart in my boots. I look¬ ed to the heavens for help and saw an overhanging branch about three feet from the ground. I did not stop to think, I sprang, and just as I leaped, the lions followed suit. Being a wonderful athlete 1 got there first. As I climbed up the tree, I glanced down to see how the lions were getting on. Just as I had swung to safety, they had crashed together and being quarr¬ elsome brutes, they commenced lo fight. To make a long story short they killed each other. Immediat¬ ely when I saw that life was ex¬ tinct. I climbed down the tree and raced for camp. The fe ' lows at the camn insist¬ ed unon examining my head when I told mv story, and muttered sym¬ pathetically about the heat getting us sooner or later. I hope the reader is more broad-minded than they were. -o- COMRADES At the age of 17 life is big, and the greater hazards one takes, the larger it seems. At least it ap¬ peared as such to Bill Doan who a ' l