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

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Page Sixty-Four T H E T O W E K S LITERARY An Assignment in Ctil la -By KEN LARAMIE, T4-D The sun was slowly setting as John Carver returned to his home. He was a huge man with a kind but serious face. The Cuba., sun had changed his light brown hair to golden blonde. His face was tinted as that of a native resident. John ' s face clearly showed that he was wor¬ ried about something. A.ter a hard struggle to gain his chosen career, with success almost in reach, he had been sent to Cuba on a special mission. He had become bitter because of this assignment. John strode up the walk to his home over¬ looking the beautiful Chaceain river. His faith¬ ful valet, opening the door, informed him that he had guests. A superior looking gentleman in a tuxedo lounged in a deep chair near the cor¬ ner of the room, while across the room a huge man of about two hundred and fifty pounds tinkered away at the grand piano. A mean looking scar ran from the bridge of his nose the full length of his face. He wore a monicle in one eye, and what was left of his hair was a steel gray. 1 he man in the tuxedo was the first to notice the entrance of John Carver. He stood up clicking his heels in a foreign manner, an¬ nounced himself. “I am Eric Von Reichmann. I presume you are John Carver.” John acknowledged the fact, whereupon the gentleman continued, “This is my associate, Joseph Kirstinn.” “Well, Gentlemen, this is quite a surprise— meeting you. Now just what is it that you want?” asked Mr. Carver of the Foreign Intel¬ ligence Bureau. “Mr. Carver, 1 understand that you are here to investigate so-called espionage activities. 1 am here to offer you a few suggestions. The first is that you play along with us. The second is — well, it’s just too bad if you don’t. You seem to be a very, nice man and it would be such a pity if you were to — shall we say, disappear? Good night, Mr. Carver!” After they had left, John Carver went into action. He left his house at nine o’clock. He climbed into his long black sedan; his first stop was at the Cuban military headquarters where he paused only long enough to inform the com¬ missioner that he intended to carry out his plan ahead of schedule. He then proceeded to the German Embassy, where he went around to the back and entered with the help of a skeleton key through a door set in the basement. Lock¬ ing the door behind him John proceeded with caution through the dark, dingy basement. He heard the crackla of a static electricity machine that he knew powered a short wave set. He stopped then, as it seemed to be coming from the other side of the wall; but that was impos¬ sible as he was at the edge of the basement wall. John examined further along the wall and discovered that a thin beacon of light was coming through a crack in the solid cement wall. At this moment he heard a sound familiar to his ears, the “dah-dit-dah” of a short wave set. He then knew the purpose ot the mysteri¬ ous message that had been intercepted by a night reconnaisance plane a month ago over the Cuban Gulf, Now all he had to do was find out who was at the head of this group of Nazis. He was not surprised when a voice behind him said, “Welcome, Mr. Carver”, as he knew it was Eric Reichmann. Carver thought fast — he turned — swung hard — and landed a beautiful blow square on his chin. The big German went down in a heap. John then started to find the entrance to the underground radio set. As he leaned against the wall a brick gave way, and a huge section of the wall slid open. He stepped inside—gun in hand, the operator turned around too lata. Carver’s gun struck him squarely on the temple. John quickly went to a door in the back of the room. Opening it, he was confronted by five men gathered around a huge table with a group of papers with government seals on them. He quickly took control of matters. He lined the five agents up against the wall, removed their guns and tied them up. He then went back for the unconscious operator and waited. He knew that eventually someone would come down;— He was right! It was that “two ton wonder”, Joseph Kirstinn and a small, bald-headed man with thick lips and glasses. They entered the small radio room. Entering behind them, John slowly said, “Please reach for the sky, gents”. The small man swung fast with a gun blazing in his hand. He didn’t do any damage as a bullet had entered his skull just a split second before his gun blazed away at the bare wall. When Kirstinn saw this he begged for mercy, giving all needed information to John Carver. Fifteen minutes later, the Cuban police force took the agents into custody. The leader of the group turned out to be the little radio operator with the black mustache; his name was “Adolphin Hitlerinsk”. After this turn of events, Carver was joyously recalled to the United States, where he was joined by his for¬ mer members. John Carver, Special Investi¬ gator, was now John Carver, Head of the For¬ eign Intelligence Bureau. A just reward for a deserving man.

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T H E T () W E R S Page Sixty-Three l!y MYRA PLAWUCKI € NE OF THE GREATEST EVENTS in the history of the school occured on March 12, 1947, when the Windsor Walkerville Vocational School was officially renamed The W. D. Lowe Vocational High School, in honour of the late Mr. W. D. Lowe, the first principal. Since Mr, Lowe’s death in June, 1945, an oil painting of him has been hung in the main lobby of the school. Now the school he loved so well and worked so hard to make famous, bears his name. The program dedicating the school began with a prayer by Dr. H. M. Paulin. After this, the guests, teachers and students sang “All People That On Eart! » o Dwell . Then Mr. J. F. Twigg, Chairman of the Board of Education, spoke about Mr. Lowe, knowing that the students would remember him vividly because of his interest in them. Alderman Patterson, substituting for Mayor Arthur J. Reaumc, spoke on behalf of the citizens of Windsor. Mrs. William Rose, an ex-pupil of the school, sang The Lord Is My Shepherd” with true feeling. Col. E. A. Baker, Toronto, head of the C. N. I. B., was then introduced to the audience. Because of his blindness, Col. Baker had never seen Mr. Lowe, but from his voice he had known that Mr. Lowe was a great and generous man. Mr. L. Wheelton gave the last address. Then the students and guests sang “O Cod Our Help In Ages Past”. After the hymn, the chairman, guests, and students filed in order into the lobby, where Mr. S. R. Ross, our Principal, unveiled a plaque mounted there by the Board of Education, in honour of Mr. Lowe. The school was then officially re-named the W. D. Lowe Vocational High School. At the close of the ceremony, everyone sang Onward! Christian Soldiers , and the students silently marched by the plaque to show their respect. The plaque bears these words in Latin—the language Mr. Lowe knew and loved so well—“Eregi Monumentum aeri Perennius” — I have reared a monument more lasting than brass. The hundreds of ex-students, whose lives have been shaped by Mr. Lowe s precepts and example, are the living memorial represented by these classic words.

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T H E T O W E R S Page Sixty-Five LITECAPy t Can’t Happen Here or Can It ? -By LORRAINE CLEN DENNING, T2-A X | HESE WORDS were spoken many times during the war years. When Nazi bombs were being dropped on many countries of Europe, and German armies were marching on soil of many lands. No, it didn’t happen here, but only because of the determination of our peoples in peace loving nations, working side by side turning out the materials to quell the enemy. But it can happen, now that science has discovered more deadly weapons than could ever have been dreamed by man. The one great threat to the countries now is not Nazism, but Communism. This threat i real—not just a boogy as so many people would have you believe. This has been proven by I. A. Sullivan’s exposure of Communist Activities here in Canada, the United States, and England. It is time for the world at large to waken up to this fact and stamp it out, we cannot say in its infancy, as they are many in number irf our unions and in our government, wherever they can get a foothold. We, the youth of this country which we love so dearly, must realize that we are the men and women of tomorrow and must not sit idly by without making some effort to help stop this new threat to the peace of this world. We are too young to take an active part in our government, but we are not too young to speak our minds, which thank God we are able to do in all the democratic countries, and which we will not be able to do if ruled by a Communistic Government. Every youth can do his or her part in the home as well as outside by seeing that his parents vote at elections for union members or any organization where votes are required. The Communist members are always out in force. Go t o church and take your parents with you. We are free to worship as we please and this we could not do if under Communist Rule. Keep your ears open at school meetings, church groups, parties, or wherever youth congregates, and speak your mind if one in your midst is speaking against our democratic way of life. One voice raised would be as a crying in the wilderness, but if we youths band together to keep our way of life, to worship as we please, freedom of speech and the many other things we now enjoy, may yet save our country from those who wish to take everything from us. d -By CORA ATHERTON, Cl-A Surprise The girl entered her aunt’s house just as the cuckoo-clock struck a quarter to six in the evening. There was no answer to her cheery “hello”. Not a sound in the house but the echoes of her own voice! Upstairs, in a small sitting-room at the back of the house, there was a couch and a shelf of good books. She made her way toward this cosy room to await her aunt’s home-coming. At the top of the stairs she heard a woman screaming and calling for help; the girl stood still, frightened to death. She then heard a man saying that since the woman knew too much, he would have to kill her. She could hear the blows as the man struck her, with the screaming vibrating in the air. Suddenly the announcer said the story would be continued the next week. The young girl was relieved, suddenly rea¬ lizing that the radio had been left on.