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

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Page Twenty-Eight THE TOWERS 25th Anniversary Edition Poetry • Reminiscence Those lines we had to write. Those sums we had to add— These were just punishments Issued to the bad; But not only had the bad to pay, But all the rest were made to stay. As we sat with clasped hands Some faces looked long and stern. But it was not these who had so much to learn. Though time goes on and we grow old. These memories arc worth far more than gold. MYRTLE REITER. C3A. Meet Me If you arc sad and lone and weary. Come and meet me at Lake Erie. If you’re full of fun and fancy free. Come and meet me at Sault Stc. Marie. If with life you’re tir ed and bored. Around your neck you may tie a cord. But if you are sensational. Come and meet me at Vocational. SHIRLEY ALLEN, CIA. • Just A Place There’s a place we’ll long remember, As on through life we stride; It’s a place where fun and friendship And happy days abide. It ' s a place with fond memories Which we’ll constantly recall. Of all the happy, carefree days We spent at LOWE VOCATIONAL. MYRTLE REITER, C3A. Dreaming We strolled the lane together. The moon was riding high. The leaves nodded like a feather Fluttering in a windy sky. My hand was tightly clasped in his. He was smiling his sweetest smile. Oh, for this moment of rapturous bliss! Twill last for a tong, long while! But iust as we reached the trickling stream And the thrill had gone to my head, I realized it was nothing but a dream. For I fell out of bed on my head. Ouch ! what a bump ! SHIRLEY BERTRAM. CIA. COMPLIMENTS OF BAYER COMPANY LIMITED 1019 Elliott St. West Windsor. Ontario S CIENTIFIC OUND I ERVICE V Public Address and Communication Systems Sales .Rentals Guaranty Trust Bldg. Phone 4-1959 - .. J

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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.

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25th Anniversary Edition THE TOWERS Page Twenty-Nine P= Compliments of G. G. McKEOUGH LIMITED (P o e t r ij Our School W. D. l.owc Vocational is now twenty-five; To uphold its honour we will strive. We are proud to claim the red and blue, We’re proud of our teachers and principal too. r Our honour roll is of the ve.y best. We have the names of the brave who rest; Wc honour our former principal. Mr. Lowe. He made our school obtain praise you know. Of all our teachers we are proud And for our teams we holler loud So we should be glad both one and all To go to Lowe Vocational. JOAN COULTHARI), C2B. ■ ■■ ■ ■ ABBEY CRAY LIMITED Coyeau Elliott Phone 4-1171 t t ♦ GEO. CAKEBREAD Res. 2-2719 --- - - Compliments of BRYANT PATTERN MFC. CO. LTD. Windsor, Ont. Bingo There once was a crooner named Bing, Whom all the girls loved to hear sing. But a new star came along With his heart in his song. So they call for Sinatra. Poor Bing! CIA. • This New Style This new style is driving me maJ, Just stop and look around. On some of course, the look isn’t bad. But the skirts are coming down. As for the length, well 1 don’t know. If it isn’t above the knee. It’s either a foot or two below. It should be in between for me. 1 wish they w r ould make up their mind. To have them medium, short or long, And not a mixture of every kind. With colours that are just as wrong. Now to the blouses they have added a tie, I really mean it, take a look! From the “outlaw” up to the present cry. For that look in Vogue’s Style book. And for coats with their added hood, 1 think they will get by. In these cold days I am sure they w ould. But in spring, this style may die. With the hood, hats are not necessary, But they are making them just the same. Although the babushka will not van-. Like the grand styles of famous name. CORDON CRAWFORD, T3D A.