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

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The WindsorWalkcrvdk- Technical School Year Book 5fi From fair Russia a husky man comes, A lex ( UlevselFt seven feet tall, Wi ' tfi touch ambition hut no largo sums, Willi brains and strength WU beat ihvm all. The red hot sheik, Joe UUmvL A ln-jil tixy career would have If from iiighi Hubs hCd stay away. Ami slop cementing his burr with salvo. A prophecy of Helen Best Is at the most a simple thing; Some day she ' ll be the hnnmtred, puesl. Before his majesty the king. hiOfiah fhtrbin. a hasty Tail, Mad a Uxzy (lint wmildn’ go; Me offered if cats and was sari .As the old Kurd wanted a tow. The air was blue, his fare w«s red; The old Ford, she was truly sick. As Finn an slowly shook his head II| declared it was a dirty trick. Alex rhcrkinsfey, a handsome lad. Typical of the Jewish nice, Fates high arid business bad, Two hits for this yard of lace. Now let rue Introduce to you A smilimr girl without a frown; A baby doll with eyes of blue; Goes with every hoy hi town; i every dance she’s on the llom With .hick or Jim or John or Bill; She loves Vm all and looks for more; tier mane? Miss Nourma GledhilL And as the sun was brighter shining The little sprite looked ill and weak; The mist had a golden lining Then it was gone—just like a streak. Though the world of today is a tnur- lous age. There were other days of brain and brawn; And the friends that arc 1 dose to rue today Only remind me of the friends that are gone. But where have they gone, down in dis¬ grace anti shame ? NO! upward! upward! upward fill now They are reaching the heights of their glorious fume, With the vows of “Old Tech” behind their name. ARTHUR J, MANN -—O- AFTER GRADUATION This year again has taken from m a number of pupils who have fared forth into the world to seek and strive for the goal of their am¬ bitions. The list below will show show the pupils are employed; Stenographers:— Murgnret Price, Helen I lest, Maude I loiiUng, Hilda llaisman, Marion Perks, Wimiifret! Rtirtoh, MUriel Smith, Nellie Brown, Mar¬ ion G t if id b ra ml, Hazel i a ws m, Margaret Allen, Edith Henderson, Audrey Dale, Elsie Roach, Mabel Parker, Edith Chapman. General Office Work:— Verna Rudling, John OKcefe’ Gladys Parent, Wyatt Morilla, Fern Fisher, Francis St. Amour, Mildred Leigh, Abe Morrison, Helen Boath, Joyce Horton, Ella O ' Neil, Leona Cnbad, Olive Norwood, Grace Bec¬ kett. I illian Britton, Irene Riley. Swatch boa rd Operators:— Nourma GledhilL Eileen LeggaLL Filing Clerks:— Florence Miller, Vera Austin Dictaphone Operators:— Fieri a Me Dade. Comptometer Operators:— Nellie Ostrowski, Ladies of Leisure:— Eva Barash, Doris Gibbs, Edna Smith, Irene Ifautale, Jewel De¬ long, Alfred-a Begbicj Winnie Potts, M aryarei 11 ucn anan, D oroth y Child. Bookkeepers:— John lingers, Saul Hereupon, Frank Djtiezcl, Kenneth Kersey Joo Morrison. IRENE HAUTALA, Cl Technical Department:— Building Construction: H. Stad- doib Stephan -Robarts, building contractors: J. Lafofet, Graham Paige; L. Boren, Dangerfield Winter, architect; D. Hall, Trussed Concrete Steel Co,; V, Vie, archi¬ tect; A. Cherkinskh A. J, Lothian, architects, M eehanica 1 Department:— M, Cushman, Rendix Corp.; M. Pullen. Michigan Theatre; E. La- fore t Bell Telephone Co.; C. Fish¬ er , Pattern Products Corp,; E, For- tin, Bell Telephone Co,; A, Lang- lois, Dominion Forge Stamping;

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The Wind sot-WalkerviUe Technical School Year Booh 55 I feel sure that every loyal gra¬ duate of “Tech ' lakes great pride in the way Hie school has forged ahead in the last few years. All this comes from the spirit of co¬ operation and unity that has exist¬ ed in the school since its recent birth. A school that could produce such a magnificent success as was shpwn in the Annual Concert—H, M.S. Pinafore—last year, has ev¬ ery reason to face the future confi¬ dentially If we can produce the same spirit among the alumni as there is amongst the students we will have accomplished much. Sincerely, CHA FISHER -o—- GRADUATION PROPHECY No more shall we return to so hoof With joy and pain we know Tis true. We either worked or played the fool, Success came only to the few. Before we part from dear old Tech, List as we call on magic powers; The fates, three sisters, only know What lies in wait for future hours. I see a building, marble halls, A thousand suites, all gilded moulding; And chief of staff, in modish garb. Our leading girl, the same Maude Hold- ing. As summer days make their approach Saul Bercuson, Aquatic Ace, In water garb of wondrous hue. Ford City ' s famous beach doth grace. Su quaintly as the years unfold, Tis Edna Smith I seem to see. Within the veil of future years. How she will look at ninety-three. That friendly smile will still be there; r Pho f time may write across her brow. And mar the beauty of her face. She will reflect what she is now. Now take a look at A he and Joe: They own a scraper, ten flights high. At Morrison’s department store, A house and lot you now can buy. The vista fades, T see a place Where basketball doth reign supreme; The foremost maid you recognize Tis Muriel Smith, the basket queen. With moustache trimmed, buttons galore, Comes Captain Kersey, proud tolead, Not mere cadets as heretofore, But soldiers bold from Turkey Creek. Now what have 1 got for Winnie Potts? This little girl is fond of sleep. And fates at last have set aside For her convenience, a mode] suite, Nellie Ostrowski, you well know, Can parlez-vous and Polish too, Can cook and sew and make fine hats, What is there she cannot do? Your former schoolmate Arthur Mann, Will take a picture of your face Ami make it look so fine and grand Your friends would never know you, Down the road to fame I see The dancing girl of Technical. Verna Rudltng will go far Because her eyes are tragical. I ' ve just been told hy hidden fates, Where Margaret Price will make her stand; Down to the farm her lone trail leads, Down to where ain ' t nature grand. JOHN M. ROGERS -—o-- GRADUATES O F THE TECHNICAL DEPARTMENT—1028 As through the flowers T gently tread A curtain in front of me is spread; And with that curtain of snowy white There stands a very minute sprite. Who, with a smile, said to me, “If in the future you would see, A little attention give to rae. M As the mist began to rise The Jittle sprite changed his size Into the stature Hull will he At the age of twenty-three. Powerful man of high degree. Owner of lands and a big fat roll. He never his large feet can see, lie’s something like a porridge bowl. Langlois. with a character rare, Ssiys no pretty frit! with golden hair Will break his heart, or fortunes mar; He thinks he ' ll be a hockey star. If some great feat of our concern, Try Roy Dynimel for a good turn. Or Donald Fox. the auto king, Next to Ford is the very thing. There comes a youth who ' s very slick. He says he ' ll take the world by storm; He ' s from the bo a md of Turkey creek. And his name Is Gerald Bourne. Fisher, rhe sheik, a timid soul Who with a girl once played a lark, When from the dance hall they did stroll He tried to kiss her in the dark.

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The Windsor-Walkerville Technical School Year Book 57 F. Hull, salesman; D. Fox and F. Gnrbin, Tool Die Co, Essex; A. J, Mann, greenhouse work ; A. Law, Canadian Motor Lamp; B. Boroski, Northern Engineering Co. Those who are employed at the Ford Mo¬ tor Co.: R. Pashak. N, Briscoe, E. Eklnnd, (’. Weese. E. Milne. J, Rose, Win. FTougan. F. Morneau, G. Erwin, A. OdevsefT, IT Fleming, R. Carl fey, H. White and G. Bourne. Those continuing their education: Alfred G. Hoole, Harold Ecker, Roy G. Dynimel, Ira Wilkins, Gerald Hal J id ay, Ernest Niemi, Chas. Hartlieb, Fred Hales and Harold Duggan. ROY 0. DYMMEL, T4 - o - VALEDICTORY Chairman, Teachers, Graduates. Friends: Tonight, we students are bidding farewell to the Technical School. Jua! a few months ago we were spoken of as the young men and women of tomorrow! Now we are putting behind us the happy care¬ free schooldays and developing b si ages into the,young men and wo¬ men of today. We have made the first step to¬ wards that unknown future of ours, whose foundations have been laid at the Technical School. We owe an immeasurable gratitude to these teachers of ours who have equipped us with the knowledge which will enable us to make our own niche in this busy world of today. When I was a child .1 remember the statement that “ a teacher’s occupation is one of the noblest in the world. Surely there is little other work nobler than the train¬ ing of the mind? Young minds are very receptive and it depends much upon the guidance of the teacher whether young people go out into the world with a broad-minded hu¬ mourous outlook or a narrow big¬ oted view ' . In short it is the teach¬ er ' s task to make good sportsmen out of Ml her students whether they be compounded of good or bad material. We graduates of 1928 have no¬ thing but praise for our teachers. At every step they have given us their cooperation and help, and a kindly interest has been shown in our aims and views. So we sin¬ cerely hope that they may be long capable of carrying on their noble work of instruction. Now ’tis time to say farewell to all dear Tech associations, which with the passing of time will be¬ come but fond memories. So dear to our hearts has Tech become that we feel actual pain at the thought that, we may no longer pass through her doors morning and evening as students of today. No more may the Tech United, that thriving school institution, claim us as members. But every year a graduates pass out of its doors they will carry with them that spirit of good fellowship and sympathy which is tin: bond of Tech United. In after years whenever we meet a fellow creature who has studied under the shadows of Technical Towers we will feel a leap at our hearts and imagine ourselves once more within its dearly loved walls. Steadily the Technical School is building a good name for herself: it is the duty of all students past and present to preserve that name which is gained only afler the ear¬ nest efforts of her teachers! So our parting message to stu¬ dents is: Be happy in your School, Be proud of your School, And Honour your School.” M. HOLDING ♦ ♦ ♦ A merfean Newspaper Reporter—Ami in what state were you burn Professor? Professor—Unless my memory fails me, In the state of ignoEftftfce. Roportu l —R ight, and how Ion have you lived there?