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

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P a ge Eighty-Three CADETS • Q. M. STOKES RON GILBERT MR. F. BARNES JACK URE JOHN VERES SIGNAL DEPARTMENT— A record has been set this year in the Signal Department. From all information received, our Signal Corps has been the first one in the province to obtain 20 words per minute in Morse Code. Twenty words is the equivalent to over a hundred letters a minute. Three of the boys passed the exam at this unusual rate. ..They are: Gordon Tait, Robert Sands, and Joe Amebrisko. The new Cauets in the Signals, however, did alright for themselves when seven passed at M W. P. M. t and ten at 6 YV. P. M. The Government now offers twenty dollar for 20 YV. P. M. and ten dollars for each of 12 and 6 YV. P. M. PRECISION SQUAD— Each W ednesday and Thursday the Precision Squad members meet and go through drills on their own count. They do difficult arm drills with the idea that all the boys should do it simultaneously. A precision squad does all its movements by counts and if one loses his timing it will spoil the whole movement. This squad is coached by Mr. Harrison. QUARTER MASTER’S STORE— The “Q.M.S.”, operated by Mr. Barnes, is opened every Tuesday and Thursday to enable the Cadets to get their uniforms. Each year the “Q.M.S. takes on the dutv of fitting each Cadet with a proper uniform and also seeing that these uniforms are returned it the end of the school year. The members of the “Q.M.S.” are Bissett. Chistoff. Karmazyn. Bacon, Bailey and E. Skov. BUGLE BAND— The Bugle Band, under the command of Ca¬ det Capt. Prodan, meets every Tuesday and Thursday after school in the Machine Shop. Here Mr. Xeilson has them play marches and calls for inspection. During the winter, the Band went through its drills in the Boys Gym. This comprised marching, and the form¬ ing of different calls. This year the Bugle Band will he helping us to win the Genera! Proficiency Trophy again. LET US, AS PURCHASERS, SUPPORT OUR ADVERTISERS

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25th Anniversary Edition THE TOWERS Page Eighty-Five L. i Eega and Comic Book Liars Incorporated FIRST PRIZE—$3.00 By STEVE SOBOCAN, T4A The meeting had come to order and it was Joe’s turn to speak. A burst of applause greet¬ ed him as he rose to give his talk. Joe Hengle. who was very popular among the boys in the club, told the following story : Last fall, my cousin Jim and I were up North having a wonderful time. e were liv¬ ing on our uncle s ranch, and one of our daily chores was to bring in the cows from the pas¬ ture. On each trip we usually brought out a twenty-two rifle and took pot-shots at anything that wandered our way. It was on a cool afternoon that we were sent out to bring the cows into the barn. Y hen we came to the pasture we saw the cows away at the other end of the field, and as a result, Jim and I had to make the long trek to the other side. As we neared the centre of the field, we noticed the large hole where our old well used to be. At the bottom of the hole was a dead rabbit, and just for fun, Jim took a shot at :t. I paid no more attention to Jim’s antics and kept right on walking. Then I heard a tremendous yell and turned around. There, running at Jim, was his fero¬ cious bull, Caesar, which had been aroused by the shot. With a great leap, Jim dropped into the hole and the bull zoomed by and came on towards me. No one could have kept pace with me as I headed for the friendly oak tree fifty feet away. After flying up the tree for shelter. I looked around for Jim. To my surprise he popped right out of the hole, giving the hull another chance at him. Caesar snorted and again he charged. Poor Jim was white. His eye-balls hung out in desperation and it wasn ' t until Caesar was right on him that he dropped hack into the hole. Caesar roared by him and Jim practically flew out of the hole again as the hull went past. This threw Caesar into a frenzy. With a mad dash he again attacked Jim. but my cousin just got hack in the hole before Caesar cou’d touch him. Immediately as the hull went by, Jim, who was now in a cold sweat, would pop right out of that hole again. Finally my curiosity became aroused. 1 shouted out to Jim: Why don’t you stay put in that hole?” “I can’t”, was his reply as he just again pop¬ t r r e a y ped out of the hole. 4 There’s a hear down here”. That was too much for me. I had hesitated to shoot, as the hull was very valuable. Maybe my uncle would rather have his five thousand dollar Red Durham Bull than a useless nephew. However. I’d have to risk that; so 1 let Caesar have it between the eyes. With a grunt, the hull crumpled and fell to the earth with a resounding crash. Jim was free from the hull and it was about time, for he was now a miserable wreck of a boy. His only remark though, was: “It’s a good thing you can shoot the bull, Joe.” This was the end of Joe’s story and every¬ one applauded vigorously, so vigorously that no elections were needed to see who would win first prize. The club awarded Joe a gold cup. first prize in the annual Liars Incorporated Meeting for 1947. - • Our Center SECOND PRIZE—$2.00 By JAMES CAHILL, T2D Our center is Old castle. In case you don’t know where it is. I will try to tell you. If you ever want to come out to Oldcastle, where one and all are welcome, you leave Windsor and drive straight out Walker Road, about ten miles, where it crosses No. 3 Highway. The land surrounding this center in about a two-mile radius is known as Oldcastle. It is a railway center on the Pere Marquette Railway. The Oldcastle Farmers” is built on this railway siding, and it is here that farmers come for many different reasons. From here, grain and livestock are shipped to other centers in On¬ tario, and here they bring their grain to be ground and mixed, and come to buy special feed that they do not have themselves. Here also at this Mill, is kept a store, where almost everything imaginable is sold. Directly across the highway from the Far¬ mers”. are a Souvenir Shop and Tourist Cabins, where a splendid business is carried on in the Summer time, with the thousands of American tourists who travel on No. 3 Highway, to some of Canada’s finest beaches. The Oldcastle Cold Storage” is located about a quarter of a mile west of the Farmers”, and here practically every farmer has his own cold-storage locker, where he keeps his own meat, fruits, and vege-