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

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Page Twenty-Six THE TOWERS 25th Anniversary Edition Name Form Ambition Favourite Saying Ella May Urquhart CSp To go steady That ' s for sure Rita Vendrasco CSp Elevator girl I ' m only an hour late Anna Walker C4B Be a model You big stinker Nancy Weaver C4A To stop giggling Jealousy gets v’ nowhere Margaret Wells C4C ? ? ? Got a sore throat Stella Wendeck C4A Go to California Oh! shut up Theresa Wolfe C4A To live in West Holy Contraptions ! Marjorie Woods CSp Office manager You don ' t say Gladys Wrigley C4C To graduate Oh for Pete ' s sake Helen Zawadzki C4B To stop laughing For the love of Pete John Airey CSp To play Sax Is that right? Russell Andrejciw CSp Still looking You ' re a bunch of crooks 1958 Still trying Still growing up Model mother Married. I hope Ten years older Still after a man Owner of a ranch Sweeping offices Still looking Still laughing Phone the Legion Freshair Inspector Name Form Ambition Favourite Saying Mike Benca C4C Prove Connerty wrong Drop dead John Kolyvek C4C Rita Take off Smoe Jim Luckino CSp To play trumpet That ' s O.K. Allan Murray CSp Leave School Is that a fact? Don O’Neil C4C Millionaire What ' s it for Jack Proctor C4C Happily married Oh my aching back Frank Ross C4C Marry Walkerville girl I’m tired Ray Russell CSp Commercial artist No kidding John Salzer C4C Big time operator Come ’ere Baby Gordon Scratch C4C Girls Pve got a cold Cyril Sumner C4C Typist Who’s best 1958 Bachelor Still trying Washing cars Leaving School Multi-millionaire Retired Ice man Commercial artist Own Morris ' Drugs A manly voice World’s Champion

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25th Anniversary Edition THE TOWERS Page Twenty-Five Name Form Nell Onischuk C4A Lily Paliwoda C4B Marilyn Pheby C4B Myra Plawucki C4C Wanda Pomeranski C4A Anne Ponic C4A Marion Potosky C4B Theresa Pretzlav C4C Gladys Reynolds C4A Joyce Reynolds C4B June Ringrose C4B Anne Saffran C4A Ambition To reduce ?????? None in particular Getting married To go to Hamilton A bright red roadster To he a singer Own a yellow coupe Drive a car To be American To write letters Get married Favourite Saying 1 want frostbite. L nc I don ' t get it Gees. 1 don ' t know Oh! Lover Waiting for me. Nance Who said so? Neither did I Nice sweater I’m going out tonight Oh man! Oh gosh! I gotta go 1958 Still reducing Hard to tell Still doesn’t know Avoiding marriage Mrs. S. Out of gas Song bird Living in California Finally made it Across the border Finallv writes me Mrs.-? □ Same Form Helen Schisler C4A Margaret Schram C4C Helen Sitari C4C Helen Sohlman C4B Eva Spadotto C4A Jeanne Staddon CSp Catharine Steer CSp Dorothy Switzer C4A Bernice Szaran CSp Vicky Timoshek C4B Olga Tosich C4C Dolores Trevisol CSp Ambition Stop chewing gum Daredevil rider Could be M. Learn to type Win Irish Sweepstake Raise Hockey Stars” Travelling advertiser Sing duets Mrs. L. F. J. J. On time for spelling Cosmopolitan woman Be a bubble dancer Favourite Saying (Censored) Whoa bov! What Ter’ 1 don’t know Holv mackerel ! ! W-O-W ! ! ! Oh for Peter’s sake Oh. gee whiz ! ! Let him wait Xa Miesh ! Got a dime Guess who took me home 1958 Croll Schisler Out West Might be Mrs. M. Still trying 1 wonder Give me time Fuller brush man It ' s got me worried too Still trying Ten years older Married to Biz’ Blowing bubbles

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25th Anniversary Edition THE TOWERS Page Twenty-Seven Tvventv-fifth Anniversary w. d. Lowe vocational school Look back a score of years and five When first Tech Towers began to soar. Skilled men the school did strive. The Symbol of our true hearts core. Since then time has some changes seen. Old teachers go, new masters come, Young minds enrol with faces keen, Old Graduates serve shop and home. It was, a thousand served and fought In Army, Navy or in plane; And many a one in battle hot. On land or sea, met death and pain, Within, without, cur city fair. Vocational ‘Grads’ to-day high offices hold. We trust they will our burdens share. Uphold our wide-spread Fame of old. T4A • Farewell To Summer lsf PRIZE— Far and w ' ida o’er the clear, blue sky. Wild ducks and geese their farewell cry. As into the horizon they fade from view. Onward and upward, beyond the deep blue. Softly the leaves come fluttering down In deeper hues of red, gold, brown. The wind stirs in the ungarbed trees. And the flowers, its chilly fingers seize. The days grow short and the nights are long. And each little bird has ceased its song; Silence sweeps over land and sky As summer is bidding her fond goodbye. But why should we fret when winter is nigh. Though the wind may blow cold and snow may fly? For the seasons w r ere made not all of one kind; Each has its own rapture, humbly designed. MYRTLE REITER. C3A. • Spring 2nd PRIZE— The wind is swinging past me. The trees stand whispering by. My rocking chair is ’neath a tree, Wind, trees, chair and I, All see the spring come on. The world blossoming anew. Sun melted ice, and won. And sets in a rosy hue. On the trees, tiny leaves sprout And the grass sweeps over the hill. The lilacs and the tulips come out. Barren spaces w ' ith beauty fill. In a blue sea up above. Clouds, like snow, fly slowly by. The river begins to stir and move. This life I see, will never die! PHYLLIS KEARNS, C3A. • The Lighthouse 3rd PRIT.E — Towering above the waters that pound And beat against her side. She stands here, true and sound As regular as the tide. Some people say she’s a pile of junk — - People who do not care, But think of the ships that nrght have been sunk If she w ' ere not standing there. From far away she’s like a star Above the deep’s commotion. And night and day her light beams out, Hope of the tremulous ocean. MARGARET SC HR AM, C4C. • Call Again If my name you wish to see It’s in the directory under B. My hair is black, my eyes are brown, I live in a big, big border town. q ? ? ? There was a young lady at Tech, Who said, “I’ll get a boy friend, by heck I So she practised her wiles And flashed great big smiles. Now she has them, they’re pains in the neck. CIA. Come and see me any time. The bus will only cost a dime ! If you wish to sit and talk And you haven’t a dime, you’ll have to walk. 1 have a phone, it’s on a hook. If you wish the number it’s in the book. And if I’m out when you should call My dad will gladly tell me all. SHIRLEY BLAKE, CIA.