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

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Page Eighty-Six THE TOWERS 25th Anniversary Edition tables. Most of these fruits and vegetables are grown by the farmers themselves, and are en¬ joyed the year ' round. The other three corners of this intersection are occupied by two garages and a Department of Highways building. At these two garages, daily meetings are held, every afternoon, the whole winter long. A num¬ ber of the district farmers come here almost every day, and over a bottle of Coke and a bag of peanuts, they discuss everything that a farmer is interested in. Around the stove, m the middle of the floor, many a tall tale is told. About a halt mile south of these garages, a Heinz tomato loading station can be found. Every summer, hundreds of tons of tomatoes are brought here, and this loading platform ha. made tomato-growing one of the principal crops of the district of Oldcastle. The tomatoes are transported to the station in many different ways. Most of them are hauled on trucks or by tractors, but quite a few are still brought by horses and some by a team of mules. A pea- viner is also in this district. The farmers haul the pea vines here, the peas are shelled from the vines, and then shipped to Fine Foods in Tecumseh, where they are canned in the fac¬ tory. In the district of Oldcastle, most of the far¬ mers work together on the jobs that cannot be done by a single farmer. In recent years tin combine and pick-up baler have taken the place of the threshing machine. The farmers still work together, but the threshing gangs are not as numerous as they used to be. The principal crops grown are tomatoes, corn, peas, sweet corn, and in the last five years or so the growing of soy-beans has become quite popular. • - • Are You Proud Of Windsor HONOURABLE MENTION— By KATHLEEN MONTGOMERY, T2A Citizens of Windsor, do you ever stop ‘.o realize that Canada is a land o« vast unnum¬ bered mountains, rolling plains, beautiful lakes and forests? Do you stop to think of it as a peaceful country, whose factories and city homes are preparing for the future, or do you just look around at the factories, with their thick, black smoke: then ;ut the workers, tired and listless: then at the older buildings, dirty ard worn? Do you then say. What is there to be proud of in Windsor: All 1 can see i- factories and chimney smoke.” Well, in my opinion, factory smoke should make us all the more proud. Why? For the simple and logical reason that we are able to The Story Comes Out At Last! For many years Vocational l nited has spon¬ sored a small publication called Tower Topic . Last year, when trying to select a name for our Year Book, the question arose as to who suggested the name T ower Topics that had been used for the News Column? The answer is The Rev. X. Frank Swackhammer, B.A.. Centre St. Baptist Church. St. Thomas. Ontario. It came about this way. Prizes—first and second—were offered in a contest to name the X T e vs Column. The first prize was awarded to the name Tecalogue. Who won this pnz ' we have not been able to discover. Second prize—75c. was awarded to Frank Swackham¬ mer whose suggestion was 1 lie lower I opics . When it was found that another Technical school was calling its publication Tecalogue” the name The Tow er Topics was adopted. Frank, on a recent visit to the school w as talk¬ ing over the old days and it turned out that, although his name had been chosen, he did not collect first prize money. It looks as if somebody still owes Frank 75c. say that we have plenty of spirit and are con¬ tributing to the wealth and growth of Canada. Why, where would Canada be without sonic hardworking citizens, such as can he found in our own home towm of Windsor? For it is in¬ dustrial centres like this, that Canada relies on to support her, and produce machinery to keep her prosperous, and among the top rank of nations. Jusrt consider this for one moment, and see if l am not correct when 1 say. Fac¬ tories supply material, material supplies money, and money provides the means of adding to the beauty of our country. So you see, factories, in spite of their some¬ times gruesome appearance, are really the sup¬ port of this beauty of Canada, and so we should never cease to be proud of them or the city that boasts them. Now. the next time you start to be preju¬ diced against Windsor, just stop to think the whole thing over. If you do this. Windsor will no longer seem dull to you. Instead, 1 am sure you will find it a wonderland of all that stands for happiness and prosperity. Not only that, but you will find it is one grand city, which is faithfully trying to fulfill its part in the pros¬ perity of Canada, not only aptly, but gladly and well. So. no matter what you thought of Windsor before, please start to think of her as some¬ thing wonderful. Remember, next time you are asked to give an opinion of Windsor, say Windsor? Why, it is the best city in the w orld, and I am proud of her. and boast of my citizenship in such a kindly and prosperous town.” Then stand up and say. 1 am a true citizen of Canada, and am as proud of this beautiful country of rolling valleys, lakes and streams, as of my city of Windsor.”

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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-

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25th Anniversary Edition THE TOWERS Page Eighty-Seven LITERARY Fooling The Foe THIRD PRIZE—$1.00 By TED LENARTOWICZ, T4B The o!d rust-covered steamer “Stone” moved lazily over the calm blue water of the Pacific. Jack, the third mate, stood oil the bridge with a pair of glasses raised to his eyes. Suddenly his huge body grew taut, he lowered the glasses, blinked It s eye lids, and then raised the glasses once more. After making sure that he was not imagining things, he called the captain. A short, power fully-built man came to Jack ' s side. The third mate told the captain that he had sighted an over-turned ship about five miles to the south. The captain snatched the glasses from the mate ' s hand and with trembling hands raised them to his eyes. A sigh of relief came from his lips as he brought the glasses to the over-turned hulk. This was his last chance of saving his own leaky ship, for he had not much capital and the ship was in need of repair. The small freighter’s old engine pounded steadily and pushed the Stone” closer and closer to the floating hulk. As they came close to the hulk, the captain explained to the crew that he was going to take the ship in tow and claim salvage. The crew showed little signs of joy. for they knew that their ship was old and might fail them at any moment. The chief engineer came on deck and insisted that, as the engine was old and fuel was running low, they should sink the hulk and continue on their way home. Captain Hill proved to be a very persis¬ tent man and insisted on taking the floating hulk in tow. Orders were issued to man the tow lines. Jack’s boat, with all the necessary rigging for taking the hulg in tow, hit the water. As they pulled alongside the hulk, they found that it was in good shape. They circled the ship looking for a suitable place for attaching their cables. They came around to the stern. Jack decided to use the rudder post as the towing place best suited. The boat pulled up to the stern and the crew began winding heavy cables around the post. When this was complete Jack signaled the ship and another boat was launched with the towing cable. This cable was then connected to Jack’s cable and the two boats headed hack to the ship. The two boats were lifted oil deck and the little steamer pulled off into the coming darkness. The little steamer had no sooner got under way than an excited radio operator came run¬ ning out of the radio room with a scrap of paper in his hand. The message only said “Pearl Har¬ bour bombed by Japs”. Almost immediately the crew’s attitude about towing the hulk chan¬ ged. The steamer had not gone very many miles when suddenly out of the darkness came the piercing beam of a searchlight. Almost at the same instant came a message by blinker, which read, “Stand by to be boarded”. Through the darkness could he seen the sleek form of a Jap gun boat. Jack threw a rope ladder over the side and waited for the approaching enemy. Three small Japs came on deck and said that the ship and her tow were now under their command. Even as the Japs took over the ship. Jack’s mind was fast at work thinking of a scheme for escape. When asked where the boat was headed. Jack answered that he was going to a port north of Vancouver. Word soon was spread around that the slv 9 must he retaken, for the boarding party consis¬ ted of only three men and the “Stone ' s” crew numbered twenty members. Shortly there was another message from the Jap ship stating that a light should he hun from the ship ' s side level with the water. The same was done on the Jap ship. This was ideal, for Jack had now a complete plan. Under the watchful eye of the Jap on the bridge. Jack edged over to the radio operator and outlined his idea. The operator soon had word around, and all the available men not un¬ der observation by the Japs, split up into three small groups. Two of the groups hid on each side of the passage-way, while the third went forward. Not long after, they began to argue, firs very mildly, then in earnest. The two Japs on the deck came running along the pas- sage-way to see what the commotion was. s they entered the passage-way there was a muf¬ fled groan followed by a low whistle. The men forward came running into the passage-way and helped bind the Japs. Meanwhile, the Jap, on the bridge with Jack, hearing the racket, drew his revolver and raced to the rail. This was Jack’s chance to do his part. Coining up behind the Jap, Jack raised his arm and brought his hand down on the hack of the Jap’s neck. Throwing the unconscious man over his shoulder. Jack hurried to the deck. Soon the three Japs were locked up in the spare stateroom. Then Jack gave orders for a light to be mounted on a piece of timber and lowered over the side. This done. Jack lowered himself overboard and lit one lamp as the other was put out. Then the timber was set adrift. A strong wind was now blowing and the steamer’.- engine could not he heard as it once more leap¬ ed into life. The light in the meantime had drifted away from them and the Jap kept off in the distance with the floating Light. The little steamer then headed south towards its true destination. By morning is was far beyond the reach of the Japs who were probably searching the waters to the north. Several more hours of sailing brought the steamer and the salvaged hulk home to serve a useful task in the new-born war.