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

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Page Eighty-Eight THE TOWERS 25th Anniversary Edition LITERARY The Birthday Present HONOURABLE MENTION— By BETTY VAS, C3B Many exciting events were destined to oc¬ cur on the day of September 14. It was the birthday of two young children. A little girl. Joan, celebrated her eighth birthday, ami a bov, Wayne, his seventh. Joan.came from a wealthy family, able to give her everything, including a little puppy. Wayne ' s family was poor, and could only buy him a sttorv book. He had wan¬ ted a little puppy so badly, but they could not afford to buy him one. Wayne was a cripple. He could not play with the other children, and wanted the com¬ panionship a puppy could give him. He tried not to show his disappointment when all he received was a story book. Joan was overjoyed with her present. The puppy was white with black spots. There was a black patch on one eve. ami he bad black ears. His legs were white with tiny black spots on them, and when be looked at you with those large wistful black eyes, he was the cutest thing alive. As she played with him in the back yard, she decided to call in some of her friends and show them her present. While she was gone, the puppy wandered away. Fate musJt have guided his footsteps, for he seemed to know just where he was going. In a yard sat a little boy. reading. His crutches lay at his side. Into the boy ' s lap the puppy climbed, and sat there wagging his tail. Wayne was so happy (for he thought it was a surprise from his parents) that he burst into joyful tears. The little dog licked Wayne’s hands playfully. When Wayne called his pa rents, and told them how happy he was, they decided to let him keep the puppy, for they thought that no one deserved and needed it more than he did. When, in the next evening ' s paper, they saw an advertisement asking if anyone had found a dog that fitted the description of t ' .v- one Wayne had, they deckled to tell Wayne that it was not his. and that he would have to re¬ turn it. When Joan went for the pup. she saw that the little boy was trying hard to keep hack t.ic tears that were determined to flow. She saw the little puppy lick his hands, and decided to tell him that he could keep it. Happiness glow¬ ed on tlie little hoy’s face, as he thanked her and invited her to come and visit them when¬ ever she could. Now she goes every day to see him, and the three of them. Joan. Wayne, and Spike (the puppy) are the best of friends. Pete Kumevsky--Tramp HONOURABLE MENTION— By PAUL MACKO, T4B-B Tramping wearily along in the quiet, cool breeze of the ea !y morning, passing deserted alleys and tree shadowed spaces, I wondered where my next meal was coming from. Arriv¬ ing in the midst of the residential district, I saw something very pleasing to me. The milk¬ man had just left two quarts of milk at the T. I.. Dinglewopper mansion. “T. L. was a very prominent business man who lived alone except for his servants. As I approached my break fast, my toot lht something and so I stopped to pick it up. 1 was amazed at the ingenuity by which the waWet was made, hut when I ex¬ amined its contents. I nearly dropped dead. There in the billfold 1 saw twelve, crisp, one- hundred dollar hills and some papers which ! believed were very valuable. When my as¬ tonishment passed. 1 looked at the signature of some of the papers and then realized that I was in from of the owner’s home. I scamper¬ ed away and soon found mvself sitting on a park bench very confused. I didn’t know whe¬ ther I should run away with the money or whether l should return it and hope for a re¬ ward. I sat there for a long while before I decided to he honest about the whole thing. Retracing my steps, I again found myself in front of thr Dinglewopper mansion. I stepped on the porch, hesitated for a minute or so, then finally rang a bell. I heard some short, fast steps approaching, and when the door opened I was facing a short, young gentleman neatly dressed, who l pre¬ sumed was the butler. “Hello , I said. “I’d like to speak to Mr. Dingiewopper . He looked at the way I was dressed and politely asked me in. When I stepped into the house, I was amazed! Never before had L seen a room so well furnished, so clean, but before I had more time to look around 1 was confronted by a very distinguished looking man. ' Tin T. L. Dinglewopper ' , he said. “What is it you wish to see me about? Trying to act at ease. I said, “How do you do. sir. I’m Pete Kurnevsky. I found a wallet that belongs to you and am here to return it. He looked at me very surprised and examined the wallet. Watching his reactions, I assumed that lu was very pleased. “I don’t know how to thank you, Mr. Ktir- r-r Kurnevsky, ' ' he replied. “These papers are very valuable to me. Then he studied my ap¬ pearance. 1 watched his every move, hoping that lie would give me some money as a reward, hut then 1 heard him say. “Are you employed hv anyone, Mr. Kurnev¬ sky?’ No sir, not at this moment”, I replied. “Perhaps you would like to he my personal chauffeur. You see iny other man just got married this morning and left. I was over-

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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.

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25th Anniversary Edition THE TOWERS Page E igh tv - N i n e LITERARY whelmed at his suggestion and promptly ac¬ cepted. 1 was shown a room and then intro¬ duced to all the other servants. One day, aiiter being employed by Mr. Dinglewopper tor about two weeks, I received a telephone call from his office. 1 drove down to the building and to my surprise I saw an ambulance standing in front of the Dinglewop¬ per building. I hurried up the stairs and found my boss ' room crowded with his employees. “Oh. you must be Mr. Dinglewopper ' s chauf¬ feur”. saf.d an intelligent looking man. “Yes”, 1 answered uneasily, “Is there any¬ thing wrong? “Mr. Dinglewopper has just had another heart attack; it may be serious. answered the gentleman. Then in tlie midst of all the confusion the doctor got up, and by hts expression 1 knew that tny boss was dead. I was stunned, so 1 went to my car and drove hack to the house. 1 told the servants about the mishap, and then we all sat down, brooding over the death of Mr. Dinglewopper. “I wonder if “T. L. has left a will, sugges¬ ted a servant. At this thought I sat puzzled, remembering the kindness of my former em¬ ployer. In a few days, the funeral services were over. Then one day a huge car stopped in front of our home, and a dignified looking man got out and walked to the door. “Gentlemen, said the man. “I am Lawrence Higgins, and according to Mr. Dinglewopper ' s will, all his home employees are to receive five thousand dollars each. To Mr. Kurnevs ley, for his exceptional honesty, comes an additional two thousand dollars.” 1 stood there speechless, my mouth open, wild thoughts running through my head. I was thinking that if I had run away with the wal¬ let, I would have strtll been a poor tramp, prob¬ ably penniless. Now it would not he very difficult for me to get a job. and with this money at hand. I had a future ahead of me with a bright outlook. Honesty had paid me a fine reward. t — Midnight Derby And there they go. They ' re coming into the turn. Handkerchief is leading by a nose. Garter is coming into the stretch. Sick Bay is hanging on the rail. Suspender is holding up in the rear. Corset is bursting out in front. But Cabbage wins by a head. Ready For A Steady? FOR GIRLS ONLY ! ! ! Hanrv and you are under lock and the key has vanished, or in other words, you are going steady. It means you belong to Harry and his heart is in your upper left pocket. You’re his “Slick Chick”, and “Sugar is the pet name even if your right name may he shorter. Just imagine, no more sneaking into the pic¬ ture show just after eft has started so you won’t he seen on Friday night “W.A.D. (without a date.) W hen the phone rings each night, it’s Harry instead of Lucy wanting the answers for to¬ morrow mathematics. He has a sweater and a pair of socks to match your last new blue set, and the little pin is on everything he wears. You wear his school pin on your dickies. You’re a matching pair, think alike, do alike, the friends are the same. You two are quite thick, until something hap¬ pens. Soon you resent Harry ' s attitude to vou. He doesn ' t like the way you talk to Mike, or walk to your locker with Bud. Why must he embarrass you by talking con¬ stantly of you to his friends, and introducing you as “the homemaker ? And you had to re¬ fuse dancing with the handsome man staring at you because you are going steady with Harry. Then you get mad because Lucy is now dancing with tall, dark and handsome. Perhaps now you realize you are not ready for a steady. You’re too young to be tied down. Your feelings for him are changing, and fading quickly, and seeing Harry all the Erne doesn ' t go with that change. It was fun at first, hut now you hear the same old tine, laughs, remarks, jokes. It’s horeing now, isn’t it? No! Don’t commit harikari to get away from it all. Just give it to him straight but gently. Find that hidden key. and unlock that lock. In short, break it up. If you haven’t the courage, just find a quiet place to be alone, and tell him, “Let’s just he friends”, or “Harry, I’ve been thinking about us. you and me, and even if I’m very fond of you, l just don ' t want to go steady any longer . He wants to know why. Can you answer? Be prepared. It’s something you can ' t explain, or control. You seem to he changing. But you’d still like to he friends with Harry. to go out with him once in a while, hut now you want to be free to have dates with other boys too. Instead of curling around your (linger, he starts throwing home remarks; but stick to your base, throw that ball on to second base, but (don ' t hurt his feelings.) No use sparring over a lost cause. It ' s im¬ possible for you and Harry to b?. “just friends’ . You’re through—it’s quits. The whole school knows it. You are yourself, happy, relieved and free. You weren’t jilted were you? No, you got your way. It was your idea. You aren ' t even worried about snapping up