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

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16 The Windsor-Walkerville Technical School Year Book and Technical Departments. Annually the school sends forth graduates who are skilled and who easily carry on their work in the business and industrial world. Five years ago the Windsor-Walkerville Technical School was just a new school with her name and future to make. At the beginning there were a little over five hundred pupils, now over one thousand throng the numerous corridors. One can easily set that out of one thousand pupils, belter hockey, basketball, rugby, and baseball teams can be chosen than those picked from a group of five hundred. At first the Tech teams had a hard fight with only a few victories to give them courage, but as the years passed on “Tech.” has achieved wonders in her activities. Better teams were chosen and the trophies and banners began to ornament the glass cabinet in the main hall. And now at the school games the Tech team is a hard one to beat. LORAINE STANTON, C8B (Changes in the The school regrets the withdrawal of two members of the teaching staff: Mr. CLAUDE McCALLUM. B.A., is teaching in the Collegiate, Lon¬ don, Ont. Mr. K. VINCENT has joined the staff of the Hamilton Technical School. We welcome six new members to our staff at Tech. Miss K. M. FARL3NGER, R.A., formerly of Winchester, is teaching Commercial work. Miss LULU McMAHON, B.A., formerly of Chatham, is teaching Eng¬ lish and Composition. Mr. FRANK GROAT, B.A., came from St. Thomas Collegiate. He is teaching History and Economics. Mr. P. L. McMANUS, B.A., came from the O.C.E. and has charge of the boys’ physical training work. Mr. H. L. ORD cames from the Training College for Technical Teach¬ ers in Hamilton, Ont., and has taken the place of Mr. Vincent, teaching Machine Shop Practice and Mechanical Drawing. Mr. J. L. WILSON, B.A. Sc., comes from the O.C.E., Toronto, Ont., and is teaching Drafting. Miss E. CRAGG and Mr. J. J. WOOD, B.A., have been on leave of absence since Christmas. The Art Price was won by Russel Swegles, who made the headings for the editorial and music sections. I

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The Windsor-Walkerville Technical School Year Book 15 It is hard for us to express the good that we derived from the con- vention. But we received many good suggestions and ideas to help us in publishing our magazine. The inspiration and enthusiasm which we “im¬ bibed” at the meeting, 1 hope, has been shared in some little way with the whole school body, by our report of the convention. Near the end of December of last year the Canadian artists held an exhibition of Canadian paintings in the Prince Edward Hotel. Many famous Canadian painters exhibited their work. Among these was Owen Staples, an artist of merit, who exhibited several of his paint¬ ings. The staff of the school thought that our school should have a painting by some Canadian artist. A committee was chosen to select a painting and to buy it for the school. A water colour picture by Owen Staples was chosen by the committee. This is a picture of the Hart House Memorial Tower at the University of Toronto. It was erected in memory of the students who enlisted in the army and fell overseas in the Great War. In the picture the Tower stands as a tall magnificent structure built like a cathedral. There are trees in the foreground. This scene depic ts an autumn day. The leaves on the trees are just turning to many beautiful colours. The trees and the Tower indicate peace and rest; a fitting memorial, this, to those heroes who fell on the battle fields of France. This painting hangs in the south corridor of our school in a very prominent position. The students of “Tech.” are very proud of this paint¬ ing. the work of our own Canadian artist. It. MORGAN. C2K When a few members of the Border Cities decided that they wished to be “Stenos a few rooms in the Windsor Collegiate were set aside for the Commercial classes. Then in a few years the students of the Collegiate had increased so rapidly that extra rooms were needed. The Commercial school was so large that, after much discussion, it was agreed upon to build the Windsor Walkerville Technical School. A Million Dollar School! How little we realize the worth of it until we have entered the building, gone through it and seen the various devices that make up the equipment of the school. We also come to the conclusion that the “Million Dollars” was not expended in vain when we see the edu¬ cational and instructive methods that are used throughout the Commercial

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The Windsor- Walkervillo Tothnunl School Year Book 17 THE YViNNElt First Prize Story - F. Names K was the last race of the annual field meet. Tech, and W.C.I. were lied for first place and this race would decide the victor. The stands were packed with an excit¬ ed, cheering ' crowd. Here and there school colours coidd be seen flying. School yells came roaring down to the occupants of tip campus “Yea Tech.!” It was the old Red and Blue cry. Bob White, Tech’s hope, felt a thrill run through him as he heard it. His companion had sprained his ankle which accounted for him being Tech’s sole representative in the race. “He would give his best for his school,” Bob vowed to himself. Suddenly a silence fell as the an¬ nouncer stepped forward. He reel¬ ed off the entrants’ names, added that this was the last race and dis¬ appeared. The two minute whistle blew. Bob stepped forward with the other four boys, took his place at the white line and dug his holes. As he stepped back a fit of trembl¬ ing seized him. It was his first big race. Again a hush fell over the crowd as the announcer, pistol in hand, appeared. “On your marks!” As Boli stepped into his place he mar¬ velled that he had stopped trembl¬ ing. But his heart was thumping like mad and his body was bathed in cold sweat. Get set!” He tensed his muscles for the leap that might mean a win or a loss. Crack! There was the gun, and the race that meant so much was on. As one man, the five runners leaped forward. Bob, in his eager¬ ness, threw his weight too hard on the side of his foot, the loose cin¬ ders slipped and he fell to one knee. Involuntarily a groan escap- ed from the Tech, supporters. But Bob leaped up determined to fin¬ ish the race. The lending man had a lead of perhaps five yards. A very sub¬ stantial lead in a two hundred yard dash. But undaunted Bob ran on. Slowly, oh! so slowly the runners came back as if pulled by invisible threads. He passed one and the second coming back. High on his toes, his arms swinging in a short arc he tore on. Passed the sec¬ ond. Only two ahead. Only a few yards separate him from the win¬ ner. But a good deal of the race is already run and Bob has used up a good deal of his stamina. The pace is too fast, for the second man and he is dropping back! Only one ahead. Up in the stand the crowd became aware that the w’earer of the red and blue was killing him¬ self, running his heart out to re¬ cover his handicap. A great roar went up from’friend and foe alike. Tech! Tech! Tech! Again and again the cry reached the struggl¬ ing, fighting boy, strengthening his tired muscles. He gripped the track with fresher energy. With eyes protruding from their sockets, the cords in his neck standing out in the intensity of his effort, every breath a torture, he raced on. But no man can keep that pace for long. Spots danced before his eyes, a ringing was in his ears, he felt his brain reeling. With a huge effort he recovered himself. He fixed his eyes on the green and white jersey ahead. No longer could he feel his legs. They were like dead weights, moving mechani-