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

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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

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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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The Windsor-Walkerville Technical School Year Book 17 his life had been a harum-scarum He was one of the first to enlist at the outbreak of the War giving a wrong age so that he might fight for “King and Country”. Out in Flanders Fields, Doan found was no longer the play-time he had imagined. It was no long¬ er fighting with sword $ and toy pistols but with any s’aughteriig weapons that sc : ence could inven . ' 1 here were weary days and nights in trenches half-filled with mud and swarming with rats; days when they were lucky if they got canned soup, or bread and jam to eat. But nothing could daunt the spirit of Doan, not even those weary vigils in the trenches. After such night-mares, came fights with the Germans, and the War was a little nearer the end. Doan had become a favorite with the men, but the only friend he seriously cared for was Staden. One day Staden’s dog, Bud, had come into the trenches with a brok¬ en leg. Staden was too busy to at¬ tend to it, and with a tenderness he seldom displayed Doan had set the leg. A warm friendship had sprung up between the two men and the dog. With continual associ¬ ation, the two men’s friendship had deepened into love for each other. Two years of fighting had pass¬ ed by and neither of the two men .had received the slightest injury. Then one day retreating from a hot skirmish with the Germans, Doan found Staden no longer with his regiment. A curious pull came at Doan’s heart, and with the dog at his heels, he turned back to the battlefield. The field was covered with men of both sides, some dead, others dying. The dog, sensing the trouble, sniffed at the bodies, pass¬ ing from one to another. At length he halted at one and set up a mournful, howl. Doan knelt down, and to his joy found that Staden was still breathing. He pulled the emergency flask from his pocket and was applying it to Staden’s lips when a crumpled fig¬ ure to his right suddenly straight¬ ened itself, sat up, and with delib¬ erate aim fired at Doan’s breast. Then with a hoarse laugh it fell back. Doan feM over, but with a super-human effort clutched the dog around the neck and pointing in the direction from which he had come, said “Pull master back to British.” Whereupon, falling over on his side he died. The dog wagged its tail piteous¬ ly, licked Doan’s face, then because orders were orders, set his teeth in Staden’s coat, and began that long drag to the British trenches. When recovered from his wounds Staden with other men erected a small cross in Doan’s memory up¬ on which was inscribed. “Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friend.” Maude Holding—C3A. -o • — “A STUDENT’S AUCTION By Angela Ouellette “Come on folks, buy this nice kett ' e. It’s the best article in the auction. How much am I bid? Thirty cents? Is that all? Well, I want more than that.” “Come on fo ' ks, another bid. What? Forty cents? Now that’s coming on better, but it’s not hall enough. Why, just take a look at it, so nice and shiny and bright. Fifty cents did you say ? No. much too small a price for this kettle. Did the gentleman out there say sixty? What, am I offered only sixty cents for this kettle? Why I wouldn’t sell it for less than eighty-five cents, maybe more. “Come on folks, just a few more tries at it.”