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

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The Windsor-Walkerville Technical School Year Book 45 fourth year was the best then, I know this fourth year will be even better. I am sure that you will do all in your power to uphold the name of your school. You will want to be the best school in the Dominion and I hope you will soon accomplish this end. With kind remembrances to my loyal teachers and ex-students, I now bring my narrative to a close. Yours for every success, FRASER GRENVILLE. -o- THE ADVENTURES OF A GRADUATE 1 left school last year with high hopes and great ambitions. In fact I quite intended to take the world by storm—but the world took me by storm instead. Thinking about getting a position is very simple, I found, but the actual “getting” is a job in itself. The first one was easy enough, but one day the firm’s money gave out, and that was the end of my first job. Then the fun began. One day I started out to an office to apply for a position. “It’s only a few min¬ utes ride on the car” I was told, and so off I went. I gaily jumped on a street car and told the con¬ ductor to yell when he came to my stop. A few minutes passed—then a few mere. Half an hour passed and still the conductor hadn’t said a word. Ten minutes more crawled by at a snail’s pace and I was sti ' l sitting on the street car. By this time, I was beginning to get excit¬ ed. So was the street car. Tn fact it got so excited it jumped right off the track and there it stayed for hours it seemed. Finally we started off again, and nearly an hour later the conductor ushered me off at my stop. But it wasn’t so simple as that. No indeed! The next question was, which way to walk to reach the number I was looking for. It was a lovely dist¬ rict—Oh yes! I really couldn’t decide whether lo walk in one of the junk shops, one of the Chinese Laundries, or one of the restaurants with the funny printing (which I couldn’t read) on the door, to inquire. So, to settle the matter I marched up to a man who was doing gymnast¬ ics on the street car track with a crow-bar. He looked up with a fer¬ ocious expression and told me (in his own language of course) some¬ thing which I took to mean “Mind your own business’. Therefore, I found it advisable to move on with¬ out further questions. Quite natur¬ ally of course, I moved in the wrong direction, and after stroll¬ ing along a few blocks, I discov¬ ered my mistake and strolled in the other direction. But before I reach¬ ed my destination, the street ended abruptly (a blind street I guess it is called) three times, and each time I had to wander around until I found where it started again. Well, I did get there finally— just three and a half hours after I had started—only to find that they wanted a girl between thirty and thirty-five. So that was that! Another time I was sent by someone to interview a man in Windsor. That wasn’t so bad—un¬ til he decided he would dictate three letters to me. So he handed me a note-book and an inch-and- one-half pencil and began. And such letters! About six hundred words a minute—and the words! For the first time in my life I wished I had memorized Mr. Web¬ ster’s dictionary. When he had finished dictating, he remarked that I might trans¬ cribe my notes on one of the girls’

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50 Thu Windsor-Walkerville Technical School Year Book not long- before her influence was felt. She was interested in all the school activities, the school plays, year book, and Technical Towers, a weekly column in the star. She specialized in Millinery and we are assured of Nellie’s ability in that work, by the fact that last summer while in the employment of Miss Tait, a Milliner in Detroit, she was placed in charge during Miss Tait’s absence. Nellie is now in the Commercial department, and we feel sure that a trirl possessing such ability and charm will be a credit to the school, the teachers and herself. Martha Tacon Our nurse! She specialized in cooking and home nursing and graduated with honors in 11)27. She was an interested worker. In September she entered the Child¬ ren’s Hospital, Detroit, where she is in training. Muriel Chisholm A very popular member of the graduating class of ’26. She had a most winning personality. After leaving school, Muriel w r as in trade in Detroit for one year, and proved very successful in her work as a finisher. Her employer spoke very highly of the character of her work. In 1927 she entered the Ontario Training College in Hamilton, where she took a summer course in dressmaking. She graduated as a junior and received her diploma, which qualifies her as a teacher of dressmaking. She expects to com¬ plete her training. Maribelle Gilmore When Maribele Gilmore gradua¬ ted in 1926, her ambition was and still is to become a nurse, but in the meantime she is very happy as assistant in a doctor’s office, where her duties are record keeping, giving of treatments, pre¬ paration of dressings and general office care. Maribelle seemed tem¬ peramentally suited to a nurse’s calling, and we believe she will yet realize her ambition. Jean Deyo She completed her third year of the home-making course in 1927. She is now taking a commercial course, but hopes to continue her studies in English and Art—her two favorite subjects. Margaret C ' hoale A graduate of June, 1927. In the fall she accepted a position as mak¬ er and trimmer of hats in the Glo¬ ria Hat Shop, an exclusive millin¬ ery parlour in the Woodward Arc¬ ade, Detroit. Proof of Margaret’s success is in the statement which Miss Wilson, Margaret’s employer, makes: “Margaret is a wonderful worker, I would not part with her under any consideration”. The two girls below did not graduate from this department, but they spent a year or more in our school: Enid Buley Enid, for three years, was a pop¬ ular member of the Technical Department. She was a bright Eng¬ lish girl and took eagerly to her work from the start. To get exper¬ ience in the line of selling, she worked for a while in the C. H. Smith Store, where she did very well. At present, Enid is doing par¬ lour Millinery at home. Doris Taylor Upon completing her Collegiate course, Doris entered Tech, where she spent part time in the House¬ hold Arts Department. She was ve¬ ry artistic and took a keen delight iq Millinery. She decided to train as

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40 The Windsor-Walkerville Technical School Year Book machines, although he really thought I was too young for the position. Too bad he didn’t say so before he started dictating, thought I. A few days later, I went to an¬ other office. That was better than the others had been. All went well until the manager suddenly re¬ marked “Of course, there’s consid¬ erable book-keeping to be done. Do you think you would have any trou- ble with the books?” There was a tense silence as be¬ fore me floated a picture—a pict¬ ure of an exasperated teacher handing back my exam, paper mar¬ ked with a huge, red 38%. As plain¬ ly as if she-had been there before me, 1 heard her say: “I really did¬ n’t think it could be possible for one person to make so many mistakes in Book-keeping until I saw your paper”. Well, I did the only thing left for me to do. I grabbed my hat and beat a hasty retreat. By this time, I had quite decided that I wouldn’t be a stenographer after all. In fact, I had almost de¬ cided to take in floors to scrub in¬ stead. Then suddenly, I was called to an office and given a position with¬ out even asking for it. The shock was terrible. I was so dazed that I put a street car ticket in the box at the ferry and handed my gloves to the street car con¬ ductor. ELECTA McDADE -o- CLASS PROPHECY—1927 Graduates of ' Twenty-seven, hearken to a humble sage, Who will tell you what your fort¬ unes are to be; I have peered into the future, and have read each secret page, And have witnessed all that fate has to decree. Now I tell of one who will be great, upon the bright lit stage; Her name and fame will echo far and wide, In operas and Shakespeare’s plays she will be the rage. Tech remembers Lorna Batzold, with great pride. And now I know you’d like to hear the fate of Ken Gillett; He tried to be a cowboy way out west. But when the cattle saw him, they just laughed themselves to deat ' o So the boss said, “Go back east am. take a rest”. I saw a lady speaking to a vast ami mighty throng, And what she said created quite a stir; “Us women want our rights,” she cried. The crowd cheered loud and long; When I saw that it was Gladys Kerr. There’s a jolly little fellow, all dressed up as Santa Claus, And he rings a bell to those who pass him by; You can tell without much trouble, that it’s Donald Lord, because You can see the merry twinkle in his eye. I can see the perfect hostess of the future, serving tea, To a group that have upon her come to call; Fern Knight just knows that cal¬ ories are very sure to please; For hubby seemed to mind them not at all. Political fame is coming to our old friend Samuel Marks; He will talk and laugh his way ’till he is great. Ah, no, I’m very sorry, but I’ve made some wrong remarks; Sam will only be mayor of Ford, sad to relate.