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

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20 The Windsor-Walkcrvillc Technical School Year Book Mysterious world! How rapidly you change The dreary darkness into roseate light; E’en thus, when I’m with you, my dearest friend. All rhy dark hours assume a radi¬ ance bright. -o- YEAR HOOK MEMORIES A blot of ink here, A name written there, The cover all finger prints. She doesn’t care. They’re memories of Tech; And the good times she had; Just to look back over them. Makes her feel sad. The book is a treasure To her mind, so dear; As she turns the page over. She loses a tear. Her eyelids are closing. She lets the book fall. As she sleeps toward dreamland. She hears a voice call. E And before her are pictures, Of memories long past; Rut nobody knows How long they will last. So while she is happy. We’ll all steal away. That she may dream onward. And Tech thoughts may stay. ELEANOR BURKE, C2A. -o- COURAGE To the temple of Buddha, Through old China’s fog. They bore the infidel devil. The unbelieving dog. They swore that, he would bow Before their idol bright; They did not know the white man Or his capacity for fight. When they reached the temple They spat upon his face; He tugged upon his bonds And thought of distant Grace. Me strained his mighty sinews. His bonds he tore apart, He seized a giant sword And fought with all his heart. Three yellow men were dead In a pool of living gore; His sword flashed in an arc Cutting down another four. % He is sorely wounded; The blood runs in his eyes; The yellow pack around him Send forth exultant cries. He clears a space around him And totters on his feet; With a grim smile on his face His Creator he goes to meet. For the honour of his country. For the glory of his race, He died a noble death Which time cannot efface. Ry ALLAN MUIR. C3R. -o- “TECH” What is greater far than fame? What ranks higher than honoured name? What makes us wish to play the game? Love of Tech! What makes our hopes mount to the skies? What makes us all wish we were wise? What else could make our spirits rise, Save love of Tech? When we have gone to face the world, Why will rare visions be unfurled Of the school adored by boy and girl? Love of Tech! RENEE SKLASH, C. Special

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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.

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The Windsor-Walkerville Technical School Year Book 21 WE—OURSELVES ’Tis so funny, folks, How people can hear! But of course that’s because Of our little wee ear. And when out comes our compact, Nobody knows What a difference some powder Will mean to our nose. And sometimes things hapjien That make us all cry: And tears, just like rain drops. Stream down from each eye. Then to aid us in travelling We have two things called feet: Some people have big ones While others are neat. Our feet are a foundation To hold up our legs; Some people have fat ones While some are like pegs. On our heads we have hair, Nobody knows why; Some people insist That it grows when you die. To feel with we ' re given A whole lot of lingers; Don’t touch a hot stove Or you’ll find the burn lingers. And then we have arms Attached to our hands; There are different kinds— All sorts of brands. And then there’s a mouth Near the end of our face; Sometimes we say things That are quite out of place. At the bottom there lies. What we call a chin, Where a dimple dwells Every time that we grin. In our head there is something, I cannot explain; It has a large meaning And we call it “the brain.’’ ELEANOR BURKE, C2A. ACHOO! ACHOO! “Oh, Anna, will you please refrain From talking in this room? For if you don’t your class-mates will Be weeping round your tomb.’’ It was the teacher who spake thus. Her look made Anna freeze! Then in that, awful silence, There came a mighty sneeze! Once, twice, three times it rang. Then ended with a screech. And the whole class said in unison That sounds just like Jean Keech.” Jean Keech it was—so if you hear. When everything’s serene, Something between a sneeze and a screech, You’ll know that that is Jean. IRENE BELL, C2A. -o - THAT LITTLE LAKE OF MINE Quiet and beautiful the silence reigns Round that little lake of mine; Tranquil and shining in its depths I see Images of sky and tree. Healing and soothing it repels all pains; Mourning is done and joy is mine; Pleasure and cheerful hope and sweet relief Take the place of tears and grief. Round that little lake of mine. FLORENCE DONALDSON, C2B. -o- THE VALUE OF SUPPLEMEN¬ TARY READING First Prize Essay Shirley Hetherington, Com. Spec. While supplementary reading is on the curriculum of almost all schools at the present time, do stu¬ dents regard this course in reading as merely an extra study with which they are burdened, or do they regard it as a useful guide