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

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I’age Sixty-Eight THE TOWERS wasn ' t in now, but if he would phone later he would catch him in. “Well, you see, it’s very urgent that I talk to him , Wilson said, “I have business to close and must talk to him at once. I have only a few hours left in hown. I phoned Mr. Har¬ ding last night but he wasn’ t in. If you ' ll tell him to call this number when he comes in, he can reach me here”. I took the number of his telephone and was just about to hang up, when the remark, ‘T phoned him last night, but he wasn ' t in , echoed in my ears. 1 then asked Mr. Wilson very abruptly, “Could you please tell me at what time you cal¬ led?” “Oh, I’d say about seven thirty”, he replied. “Why, is anything wrong? “No, not at all,—and thank you very much”, I replied, “i’ll have Mr. Harding phone you as soon as he comes in”. I put the phone down and began to won¬ der it Jon really had anything to do with Irene’s disappearance. I then headed for the garage. A man was in the office smoking a largs cigar—he was half asleep. As I opened the door, the man jumped up, very startled. “Please excuse me for bothering you, but has anyone called for Mr. Harding ' s automo¬ bile?” I asked. Why yes”, he replied, “last night, to be exact”. “Could you please tell me if Mr. Harding called for the car, personally”. “No, not exactly—his wife called for it, but she remarked she was supposed to pick him up outside the garage”, the man replied. “Did you see Mrs. Harding pick up her husband outside”, I asked. “Why all the questions”, he asked, “did someone get murdered?” “Not exactly”, I replied, “but there might have been. Now tell me, did you see Mr. Har¬ ding get into the car ?” “Yes, I guess he did”, he answered, “he got in the car just as Mrs. Harding pulled away from the sidewalk. At this admission from the garageman, Jon could be put in jail for murder on circumstan- cial evidence, if we could find Irene’s body. 1 left the garage in a hurry and hopped into a cab and sped over to the city morgue. As I entered the morgue, I asked the attendant if there was an unidentified corpse in here. The attendant said that there was only one woman that was unidentified and that I could look at her if I wanted to. “1 would like to see her very much, if you don’t mind”, I replied. “Okay”, he answered, “it’s up to you”. 1 looked at the woman, but it was not Irene, it was a much older woman: she was about forty-five or so. This was odd; everything added up against Jon in Irene’s disappearance; except that there was no Irene — alive or dead. The only thing left was that Jon had hid Irene’s body some¬ place. But 1 still couldn ' t find a reason for Jon to kill Irene. I decided to go back to Jon and throw all the facts in his lap and let him try to squirm out of the noose that was hanging over his neck. 1 still didn t believe that Jon had killed his wife, but justice had to be done. I was back at Jon’s apartment in fifteen minutes. He let me in, but said nothing. He had a sly smile on the edge of his lips, as if he were trying to hide something. “Jon”, I said, “1 am going right into the thick of this”. “I ' m afraid you re going to have a shock, when 1 accuse you of the murder ol your wife”. “It certainly does, George”, Jon replied, “but would you please explain all the tacts to me, before 1 make any statement”. I told Jon everything, and that if it wasn’t for the fact that there was no body he would be in prison now, with an open-and-shut court hearing. 1 said 1 was sorry, but that’s the way it looked, and 1 couldn’t do anything about it. “Now wait a minute, George”, Jon said, “shall we have a cup of coffee before we con¬ tinue with this?” On this cue, guess who walked in? You probably guessed it-Irene! She had been waiting in the the kitchen for this cue. I really did need a drink, now. Jon burst into laughter, from the look on my face. 1 guess I must have looked stunned. Suddenly it dawned on me that this was all a joke; there had never been a murder. No body would ever leave so many clues. I remem¬ bered now that Jon was the biggest practical joker in our whole school. “I’m sorry to make you feel this way, George”, Jon said, “I can just imagine how you feel”. “We heard so much of your technique in crime reporting, we thought we would test you out in our own way, just to see how good you really are”, remarked Irene. “And you did a very good job too, George, don’t think you didn’t”, Jon said. While Irene and Jon were talking I didn’t pay much attention to them for I was still too dumbfounded with the outcome of this whole affair. “Do you mind if 1 have that cup of coffee now ?” “Sure”, said Irene, you may have as many as you want”. After this little episode 1 have decided not to interfere in any cases which have to do with my friends, especially, those who arc like Jona¬ than Harding and his wife.

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T HE TO W ERS Pago Sixty-Seven could remember a telephone call about five- fifty in the afternoon to room 317, which was Jon ' s room. I didn’t have much hope that she would remember, but I had to check everything. To my great surprise the girl answered, “Yes, I do, I remember that call particularly. A man caine up to me—he was quite good looking—and as(:ed me what room was Jonathan Harding’s. I told him the number and then he went over to the pay phone and rang the hotel number and asked to speak to room 317. I thought it was peculiar because he could have gone up to the room in less time than it took him to phone”. I then asked her for a description of the man. She couldn’t give me a very good des¬ cription but it was fair, since she only had a quick look at him. I thanked her and was on my way across the lobby to see the bell boys. They were standing over in a corner in a group. I was very happy, and the way things were happening, I thonght we would have this problem solved shortly. Apparently, Irene re¬ ceived a phone call from a man, and she probab¬ ly came down and met him, and either they went off together or the man forced her to do so. It was only my guess, but 1 had to check with the bell boys. The first two remembered seeing her around the hotel but they never bother with women much because they don’t tip heavily, so they said. The third bell boy remembered her, by my description, and said she was talking in a very high voice to a man he had never seen before. That was all he could tell me. The fourth boy told me he remembered the two ar¬ guing as they went out the door and got into a cab. “Was it a cab that services this hotel?” 1 asked. Yes”, he replied, “as there are only four, it would not be hard to find if you’re looking for it”. By luck, the cab which took Irene and her (riend to their destination, was outside. My questioning of the cabby didn’t get me very far, for he wouldn’t talk. After I gave him a five dollar bill he told everything. He remembered the two by their arguing with each other. He took them to a hotel about a mile away, the Palm Arms. I asked him to drive me there and on the way he told me of their argument. He said he only caught a few phrases but they were ar¬ guing about money. The cabby said the man wanted money from the girl. She refused, and he said that he would tell the girl’s husband about a little incident unfavourable to the girl. That was all the cabby knew, but that was enough. We were at the hotel by the time he had finished his story. 1 thanked him again and 1 got out of the cab and went into the hotel. Now, 1 was stuck. As I didn t have a very good description of the man, how was I to be sure who was the right man whom I wanted to see. I went up to the desk-clerk and flashed a phony badge, which I had won at a track meet in my younger days, and told him I was a detective. I told the clerk I wanted to know if a certain man lived here. 1 gave him a brief description. He said that there was a man here by the name of Mr. Barkley in room 728. I thanked him. 1 arrived at the room in a few minutes, but on the way 1 asked the elevator boy if he had ever seen Mr. Barkley with a certain young lady, Irene to be exact. He said he had, but only once; this was the day before—about six- thirty, when they entered the hotel together and when she left alone at about six-fifty-five. Well, I thought, as 1 was about to knock at the door, Mr. Barkley seems to have had something to do with Irene’s disappearance. Barkley opened the door, and the des¬ cription of him was very fitting. I asked if 1 could come in to see him for a few minutes. 1 said I was an inquiring reporter. Once 1 got into the apartment I sat down and made myself at home. Barkley sat down across from me as 1 started my barrage of questions. “What do you know about a young lady called Irene Young?” I asked him. He looked at me in astonishment, and didn’t say anything. “Alright”, I said, “let’s tell everything we know about her. I know you met her last night at six-fifteen, and brought her here to your apartment, and that you were probably black¬ mailing her. I’ll tell you something else, too, Mrs. Harding is missing, and if anything hap¬ pened to her you are in a pretty bad spot to be accused as her abductor”. “1 admit that I met her and brought her up here”, he replied, “but all I wanted was money to keep me quiet about her past. You see, two years ago she had an affair with a married man. The newspapers never got news of the affair”. But”, he continued, “she left here about half an hour later”. “That’s right”, I replied, “but did she tell you where she was going ?” “No! I asked her for money but she re¬ fused to give me any. She said she wanted that past affair closed for she was happy now and wanted to forget about it. She left in a hurry and said she had to go to the garage to get the car which she had been getting repaired. This was something new to me. Jon hadn ' t mentioned about the car being repaired. But I guess it wasn’t necessary if he got the car him¬ self. But if Irene brought the car home, this had a different light on the subject. I put this thought out of my mind as an impossibility. I excussed myself for rushing in this way and thanked him for his help. 1 told him not to leave town, for he was still very much invol¬ ved in this mystery. He said he had nothing to hide about himself. This was fine. I returned to Jon’s room to await for his arrival. I had a few things to ask him about Irene. As Jon was not there, 1 thought it would be best if I waited for him. While sitting there, the telephone rang. The man introduced himself as a Mr. Wilson and said that he wished to speak to Mr. J. Harding. I told him that Jon

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T H K T () VV E K S Page Sixty-Nine LITECACy entennia 1 By- Winter MYRA PLAWUCK1 The first telegraph line was opened on De¬ cember 19, 1846, between Toronto and Hamilton. The mayors of Toronto and Hamilton exchanged greetings and the public was given free service during the day. Telegraphy was somewhat a curiosity, but with the coming of the railways in the 1850’s the practical value of the telegraph became firmly established. By the time the Great Wes¬ tern Railway came to the Detroit River front in 1854, Detroit was in touch by telegraph with the important centres in the Eastern United States and Canada. Early in the days of telegraphy, Windsor was also served with the telegraph. One of the early telegraphers in Windsor was Mr. George E. Copeland who also became a prominent Windsor book store proprietor. His widow, Mrs. Mary Morrison Copeland, now in her 90’s, lives at 2284 Victoria Avenue, Windsor. On Thursday, December 19, 1946, in the W. D. Lowe Vocational School, Windsor, Dr. Neil F. Morrison and his geography classes commemorated this anniversary by studying the topic “Canadian Telegraphy . Incidentally, Dr. Morrison also writes for the Windsor Daily Star every Saturday. 3u Jflemoriam (Continued from Page 62) when, in the greatest combined operation in history, the Allied Army landed in Normandy, and stayed there. After strenuous fighting France, Belgium and Holland were liberated, the Rhine crossed, and by the early summer of 1945 the Germans had had too much. In the meantime American, British, Indian, Australian and New Zealand troops were fight¬ ing and winning in the Pacific. As greater for¬ ces gathered, the atomic bomb was introduced and suddenly Japan collapsed. Through the War, The School played its part. Tech students flew with the gallant few in the Battle of Britain, kept the planes flying, fought the U-boat packs to get the convoys through to Britain and Russia, landed and died at Dieppe or lingered in prison camps. They swept the mines, knocked out the coast defen¬ ces and landed the invasion fleets; they faced HOWELL KNOWLTON JEWELLERS 131 Ouellette Ave. Windsor the flak and fighters to knock out industrial Germany; they broke the West Wall and fought through the mud and dust of Sicily, Italy, France and Holland into Germany. They served and died that democracy and all that it means might live; that we may at¬ tend the Synagogue, Central United or Sacred Heart Church, the Salvation Army Citadel or the Free Methodist Mission; that we may be¬ long to the C.I.O., the A.F. of L., the Masonic Lodge, the Rotary Club, the Boy Scouts, the Knights of Columbus or the A.K.O. Fraternity; that the motto of our famous police shall remain “Defend the Right”; that the concentration camp with its whip and starvation shall remain something we read about; that Habeas Corpus and Trial by Judge shall remain our birthright; that we may take our soap box to Lanspeary Park and explain to anyone who will listen, what is wrong with the Government of Mr. King, Mr. Drew or Mr. Reaume; that on election day all persons of legal age may in the secrecy of the polling booth mark their ballot to determine who will represent us in Toronto or Ottawa. They did their BEST: can WE do LESS? f “JLp Its” Campus Shop LYLE MOLYNEAU. Prop. MEN ' S FURNISHINGS LADIES ' SUITS AND TOPCOATS 1060 Drouillard Phone 4-7777