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

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18 The Wimlsor-AValkervilk Technical School Year Kook tally, kept going only by that faint, dim determination to win through. Suddenly the green and white jer¬ sey vanished. In its place was a long white line faintly visible to his blurred eyes. The tape! With a last great effort he hurled him¬ self at it, felt ft: snap on his chest, and fell into the arms of his wait¬ ing comrades, the winner, -o- JIVARO LOVE Se-lak, the Swift, w-as in a quan¬ dary. His sweetheart, Leesom, the shapely one. had repulsed his ad¬ vances. “Bring me the head of Ron-ti the Mighty, and I will be yours,” she called mockingly after the disgruntled Se-lak. Se-lak fingered the razor-like edge of his kris and thought long¬ ingly of the head of Ron-ti. Ron- ti was a mighty head hunter and chief of a warlike tribe—to get his head would be no easy task. Be¬ sides, one hundred miles of dank jungle, teeming with carnivorous animals and shakes, lay between Se-lak and his prize. Se-lak decided to call on On-da, the Ancient one, for advice. “My son,” said Onda, “women are cap¬ ricious creatures, laden with fool¬ ish fancies. They will stop at no¬ thing to get what they wish, but they arc none the less desirable. Here is a mighty charm, wear it round your neck and you will be successful in your undertakings.” Three days later Se-lak was prowling around the outskirts of the village of Ron-ti. lake a wraith he slipped from hut to hut till at last he reached that of Ron-ti. lie hesitated, fingered his charm, and with the picture of Leesom in his mind, entered the hut. The hut which usually contain¬ ed Ron-ti and his ten wives, was a very large one. From its rafters dangled a full score of shrunken heads, mute witness to the prowess of the chief. However, Ron-ti was asleep and his wives were out. With victory almost within his grasp. Se-lak stumbled. In a Hash Ron-ti was on his feet, with a naked kris in his hand. Kris met kris—youth against a veteran warrior—one was fighting for love, the other for life. Ron- li got first blood, while his kris neatly shaved off Selak’s ear. Mad with pain, Se-lak took the offen¬ sive and backed Ron-ti into a cor¬ ner. There was a vicious “swish and the head of Ron-ti lay on the floor. His body stood for a sec¬ ond, blood gushing from the shorn arteries, then it crashed to the floor. Se-lak picked up the head and fastened it to his sarong with the long hair. He left as noiselessly as he came. In a few minutes he was in the jungle on his way to receive his just rewards. He again survived the perils of the jungle and was received as a hero in the village. After the feast he went to the hut of Leesom and laid the grisly trophy at her feet. She looked at it and rushed to his arms. “I am yours, my jaguar of the jungle,” she murmured softly. ALLEN MUIR, C3B. - 0 - BILL ROGER ' S FIRST SOLO FLIGHT “Look at that landing!” said Mr. Scott, the mechanic, who had been watching the descent of Mr. Soun- dy, the instructor, and Bill Rogers, a student, in a training plane. “That was beautiful,” said Mr. Scott to Mr. Soundy as the plane rolled to a stop beside the hangar. Don’t tell me Bill landed that ship!” “Yes,” answered Mr. Soundy, “he landed that ship himself. At first I thought we were going to crash, but by a quick manoeuvre we succeeded in making a good landing.”

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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-

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The Windsor- Walkervilie Technical School Year Book III Now,” said Mr. Soundy to Bill, take I he ship up yourself for a flight, and remember, we don’t like funerals around here.” Bill realized that the great mom¬ ent of his life had come. He wait¬ ed for last minute instructions then quickly jumped into the plane. He pulled back the throttle, taxing into the wind. Then with a wave of his hand to the instructor, he pulled back the throttle hard. The plane jumped, quickly gath¬ ered speed, ran along the ground for about a hundred feet and slow¬ ly left old Mother Earth below. Bill was thrilled to think that at last he could fly a plane alone. Ho climbed steadily for about three thousand feet., then levelled out,” and for the first time looked at the earth far below him. He circled around the field three times and then decided to try his hand at landings. He shoved the control stick for¬ ward, but in this shoved it too far forward and the plane went in a nose dive for the earth. Bill lost his head for a moment and held the stick in the forward position while the plane dove steadily for the earth. About seven hundred feet from the ground Bill pulled the control stick hard back, and the plane, instead of going down turn¬ ed about and started to climb. Realizing this Bill levelled the ship out, and loo king down at the ground saw Mr. Soundy frantically waving his hands. Bill took his eyes off Mr. Soundy and tried again to land. He brought the plane down to within fifty feel from the ground but he was going too fast to make it. Again he flew around the field for another try, this time sideslipping to about ten feet above the ground, so as to lose speed. Gradually he brought the ship to I he ground with the tail skid on the same level as the landing gear, making a beautiful three point landing, without a bounce, and rolling to a stop. Well.” said Mr. Soundy to Bill, you have flown your solo, and have well earned your wings.” DAVID SIMPSON. T2R. -o- A MEAL As he lurked in the slimy depths of his jungle pool, Scalo, the croco¬ dile. victor of a thousand battles, pondered over the means of secur¬ ing his next meal. The animals would no longer come to his pool to drink. They feared Scalo. whom (hey had christened “The Lurking Death.” Scalo was hungry: he must eat: to eat. he must use strategy. So he considered awhile. Ah! at last he had it — an idea worthy of Go- thar. king of crocodiles. Scalo rose to the surface of the pool, rolled over on his back and feigned death. Long he waited for a victim. Then, just as he was going to give up hope, he heard a stealthy tread. Poised above the water was a stately buck. He look¬ ed suspiciously at Scalo. but think¬ ing he was dead, dipped his lordly head and began to drink. Scalo moved like lightning. Tn a flash he had the buck by the throat and had hauled him into the water. There was an agonizing scream, a swirl of blood-dyed waters, and Scalo and his prey vanished. That night Scalo, the crocodile, victor of a thousand fights, dined royalty. ALLAN MUIR. GSR. -o- TO A FRIEND First Prize Poem By Frances McCubbin. Com. Spec. I woke one night when darkness ruled the earth, And watched weird shadows pas- ing to and fro; I thought, with a few swift, silent hours, This gloom will be dispelled by morning’s glow.