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

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The Windsor-Walkerville Technical School Year Book 23 HAPPY NEW YEAR Happy New Year! Oh the magic In the word that stirs the heart. Old year’s gone, with annals tragic, Let us make a brand new start; Pass up all our frets and troubles Turn our bacjfs on all that riles; Let it fade away like bubbles. Greet the coining year with smiles! It is futile, friends, to worry Over past mistakes and frets; Only get us in a “flurry” Fills us full of vain regrets. Yesterday is gone forever, And to-day is bright with cheer! Now ' s the time to make endeavor, For a brand new year is here- Look with faith unto to-morrow; Glance not backwards with a sigh; Wipe away each trace of sorrow Let your heart with hope soar high; Joy you’ll get, if joy you’re giving As the golden moments flit; Now’s the time to do your living— Now’s the time to do your bit. Put old “dreary days” behind you; Let old “might-have-beens” take fight; Don’t let former failures blind you To the present’s promise bright! Just go bravely forward, knowing That’s the future’s filled with cheer; Let your cup be overflowing With the joys of this New Year! GRACE ROSWELL—T2E. O- ENVY The lily looks upon the rose And envies her her blush; The crimson-breasted robin, too, Would fain sing like the thrush. The thrush would gladly give his song To own a breast so bright; The crimson rose oft sadly sighs, To be a lily white. The girl next door has several beaux, But often I can see She looks with envy over here When you are here with me. But I, who once admired her so And knew what envy meant, Now look at you with happy pride For love has brought content. MARY HUTNIK—C1D. SMILE Smile a little, smile a little, As you go along, Not alone when life is pleasant, But when things go wrong. Care delights to see you frowning, Laughs to see you sigh; Turn a smiling face upon her, Quick the dame will fly. ROMA LAVALLEE—C1D. -o- DAWN OF THE MORNING Slowly the darkness steals away Followed by the laughing moon; The stars although they long to stay, Dance out and vanish, none tot) soon. The morning sun breaks through the skies, The flowers lift their heads though shy, The sleeping birds are seen to rise. And twitter, spread their wings and fly. A light illuminates the world, The green trees shade the grassv banks, The leafage is by the wind un¬ furled. And morning rises to her ranks. SADIE WEISBERC.—C3C. -o- A BEAUTIFUL BEGINNING Slowly the sun is sinking, And the night is coming on. One bv one the stars come out And the great night has begun. The moon is hiding yet, But soon it will appear. And then the earth will be full of light For the glad New Year. FLORENCE DONALDSON—C1D

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22 The Windsor-Walkerville Technical School Year Book The matron came to us the mom¬ ent we entered and ushered us in¬ to the hall. She was a kindly, motherly-looking person, and I should not have minded going there in the least if she was to -look after me. She took us through the “fairy cottage as I at once christened it. It was actually like a doll’s house with small rooms furnished with chairs and tables. As it was Christmas time when we went, a large evergreen tree stood in the far corner. At the other side of the room was an imitation fire place. She lead us into the tiny hall decked out in its Christmas grand¬ eur, and into one of the bedrooms. Here was a sight to behold! There tucked up in bed the children or persons in that room could lie and listen to the radio—another thing that made the cottage fairy-like. Then came the next scene that is most prominent in my memory. The matron ushered us out on the large veranda, and there lay two or three little children with bright red, sparkling faces as they got the winter wind full on their beds, and I was horrified when I realized that they had but two blankets on them. On one of the beds, lay a little chap that made my heart ache to see. He was lying on his face in a wooden frame, and the tim¬ orous little smile he gave us went to my heart. The matron said that he had been lying like that for years. On his head he had a paper hat repre¬ senting Napoleon’s and I think that he deserves as much credit as did the hero Napoleon for lying like that year in and year out. I have told you this little tale so that you will realize where your money goes when you help sell sanitarium stamps and you will be a greater help in the years to come in selling them. PAMELA TODD—C2A. MY HOUSE OF DREAMS Prize Poem— Inez Marie Thompson—C2D. i possess a uttle house Caressed by sun and rain; The ivy clampers up its walls And taps each window pane; There all within is quietness And peace of homely things, For 1 would have my little house A rest for tired wings. ihe firelight flickers on the walls Where hang my pictures quaint: A dozen garden scenes or so, A famous artist’s saint. My well-loved books stand round about In long inviting rows, And there beside the fireplace bright An old brown dog’s adoze. lie-cushioned nooks designed for ease, Await one here and there, Whilst bowls of pinks and mignon¬ ette Waft fragrance on the air. The kettle hums a merry tune Th at never seems to cease, And little china figures shine Upon the mantle piece. And up the stairs—such crooked stairs! But yet so pleasant too— The little slant-roofed sleeping rooms Are decked in white and blue: And there sweet sleep forever broods From candlelight till dawn To bless the weary traveller And send him strengthened on. I sweep and dust the pleasant room, I climb the crooked stair, I keep the glowing fires alight, I tend the garden fair— So well I love its every nook That strange to me it seems This little huose that I possess Exists but in my dreams.

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24 The Windsor-Walkerville Technical School Year Book AT NIGHT Softly night is falling, Day has gone to rest; And the sun is sinking In the golden west. Tiny stars are waking, From their slumbers deep; Twinkling lights are shining While the weary sleep. Watching every sleeper. The moon, serene and clear, Love beams sheds around her On those she holds most dear. Mother earth sleeps on, Wrapped in restful peace, Cares and troubles gone, Until the night shall cease. FLORENCE DONALDSON—C1D. THE HEROES When I sit down to rest awhile Sad thoughts come to my mind; Of men who went to foreign lands Sweet liberty to find. Upon the dreadful battle-field Our mighty heroes fell: And of the hardships which they bore No one can truly tell. Should we forget these faithful hosts W ' ho died for Freedom’s sake? And fought so bravely, side by side, When honour was at stake? Nay! Nay! in song and ballad Their sacrifice is told, And in the depths of all our hearts Their sacred names we hold. IRENE BELL—C1B. — EXCHANGES — Tilt: TECH ANNUAL (New Westmin¬ ster, B. C.). A table of contents and an exchange column would be a good addition to your magazine. THE GRUMBLER (Kitchener Water¬ loo C. I. Vocational School). You have plenty of interesting sports news hut we would like to see an exchange column. THE COLLEGIAN (Stratford C.I.). You have a fine magazine. There are a number of good cartoons, but we would like to see a table of contents. THE ARROW (Eastern Junior High School, Pontiac, Mich.). A small publi¬ cation but you have the right idea. Why not have some photos and cartoons? THE ORACLE (Woodstock C. I., Wood- stock). An interesting magazine. Why not have a French Corner? THE SCREECH OWL (Bowmanville High Schocti). An excellent magazine for a school having so small a teaching staff. More cartoons would be a good addition. Jokes are rather scattered.