Patterson Collegiate Institute - Patrician Yearbook (Windsor, Ontario Canada)

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Class of ’47 Norman Wood A.: Frustrated J ; . S.:: Whack off! W. or I).: Walkin’ home ! 57: Sandwich Salesman. Thomas Wright A.: Lackadaisical F. S.: “Confound the Flections.” W. or 1).: Une Petite Blonde. 1957: Electronics. Helen Skulmaski A.: Curvacious F. S.: “But definitely!” W. or 1).: Collecting Shoes 1957: “Cute—hut still guilty Patricia Yaxley A.: Alluring F. S.: “It’s so ridiculous.” W. or I).: All-Canadian Halfback 1957: Pruning little “buds.” KEY—A: APPEARANCE; F. S.: FAVOURITE SAYING; W. OR D.: WEAKNESS OR DESIRE. CAREERS NIGHT By Elliott Whiteman Last year Patterson Collegiate came out with a new idea: Careers’ Night. It proved to be such a success that it was decided to hold it again this year. This year’s main speaker was Mr. Frank Brobst. managing director of Gelatin Products. Limited, of Windsor. Mr. Brobst delivered a very interesting talk on vocations in general. Following this, the conference leaders were introduced to the audience. This general session was concluded with the showing of the sound film “Aptitudes and )c- cupations.” This meeting in the auditorium lasted from eight o’clock to nine o’clock and the next hour, nine to ten o’clock, was devoted to the vocational meetings themselves. The general procedure was for the speaker to give an outline of his trade or profession from every point of view, this t be followed by a question-and-answer period. This method has proved to he convenient and practical. Everyone who attended a conference came out with a clearer understanding of the occupation to which he was considering devoting his life. Among the group speakers (followed by names of group chairmen) were: Chemistry with William II. Arison (Shirley Rosenberg) : Engineering with Harold f. Cham¬ bers (Dick Douglas) : Interior Decoration with Miss Jean McLean (Marguerite Nielson); Journalism with Harold Vaughan (Jack tchison); Laboratory Technician with Miss Florence Gourlay (Kay James); Law with W. Y. Wright (Gordon Pater¬ son): Medicine with Dr. C. R. Weber (Louis Mil- burn): Ministry with Rev. Robert Young. Ph.D.. B.D. (Donna Waffle); Nursing with Miss Mabel Hoy (Gloria Higgins); Optometry with Geo. S. Pringle (S. Sharpe) : Radio Broadcasting with Rudd Lynch (Orv. Perrault); Teaching with T. C. White (Shirley Campbell): Dietetics with Miss Betty Lillie (Wan a Buckley); Pharmacy with . M Paterson (Paul Stefan). After the meetings every¬ one went to see a book display. Refreshments were then served. AH in all. it was a very enjoyable and worthwhile evening. Careers’ Night was only the highlight of a whole Year’s study of Vocational Guidance, which is on the curriculum for both grade nine and grade twelve, and is taught under the able direction of Miss Coughlin, Mr. Mencel and Mr. ( rr. In this course, students are given questionnaires and tests to deter¬ mine their interests and abilities. For instance, many students in all grades have taken the Ruder Interest Test, which is followed by a talk with the truidance instructor, in which the student’s interests are centered. Much of the time in this course is spent in studying the three outline tests: (1) You and Your Future (2) The Producing Occupations and (3) The Service Occupations. In these and other ways the pupil narrows down his choice of occupation so that, when he leaves school, he should have at least a rough idea of what his aptitudes are, and how he can use them. COMMENCEMENT DANCE After the ceremonies in the auditorium were com¬ pleted, the graduates, the students, and their friends, flocked to the gymnasium for the annual commence¬ ment dance. Thanks to the efforts of the Social Committee, the gym was rejuvenated with artistic decorations. Streamers of purple and green formed a colourful canopy over the entire gym. and with the soft lights and music an exceptional dance was accomplished. Jack Rowland who was about to have an operation on hi hand looked very worried. “What is worrying you,” asked the doctor. “Will I be able to play ihe piano alter ibis operation.” lIn patient queried Page Twelve

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Class of 47 Ronald McLaughlin A.: Oh-h-h! so tall F. S.: “Where did I lose this mark? W. or I).: Writing perfect papers 1957: General. Louis Milburn A.: Long and lean J ; . S.: N’o, you shut the floor! W. or I).: Sleeping 1957 : Kip Van Winkle Milburn. Neil Orr A.: Like Father, Like Son F. S.: “VVanta know your mark?” W. or 1).: Klimkin Algebra 1957: Raising Quiz Kids Orville Perrault J S.: Time and zc leetle gray cells. W. or I).: Beating Dr. Crenshaw’s Time 1957: Bill Stern’s Successor. John Rowland A.: Distinguished F. S.: You laugh. John? W. or D.: To have seven brothers. 1957: Symphony Conductor. Ben Solway A.: Star Gazer F. S. Goodness Gracious! ’ W. or D.: Gals 1957: Romantic Actor. Elliott Whiteman A.: Wide Awake F. S.: “I)a-a-a.” W. or I).: Answering the wrong ques tion at the wrong time 1957: He Doesn’t Know Himself. Fred Meisner A.: Tall, dark and handsome F. S.: Yes dear!’ W. or IX: Small girls 1957: A bachelor. Joseph Misener A.: Shave)ess F. S.: “Now back at Assumption . . . ' W. or I).: 50% 1957: President of Gillette’s. Gordon Paterson F. S.: “Right after the next one” A.: Deceiving W. or I).: Alcohol (C.H JH). 1957: Milking Cinctnatti Cows. Clarence Popkey A.: Dignified F. S.: Fix your tire, Mac.” W. or I).: Counting money 1957: Grease-Monkey. Harold Salem A.: Blithe F. S.: Me thinks the lady protests too much. W. or IX: Can’t you guess? 1957: Family Man. Carman Szoke A.: Zc Great Lovaire F. S.: I’ll sink it from mid-floor.” W. or IX: First Formers of P.C.I. and K.C.I. 1957: Lost In A Harem. Douglas Wigle A.: Athletic F. S.: “Who used my towel, Harry. W. or D.: Date Squares 1957: Pan-Handler. K E Y—A APPEAR A NT . S.: FAVOURITE SAYING; W. OR D.: WEAKNESS OR DESIRE. Pag« Eleven

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Literary Highlights A STORM By Peggy Gow, IOC 1st Prize Junior Poetry The storm at last had broken. Released its pent-up, raging fury. ' The majesty it brought Had stopped our hurried bustling To shut out all the rain, lie watched, we waited, we listened, Intently, trying to see The fast-gathering rivulets glisten If hen the lightning flashed. The jagged streaks Looked sinister, stabbing the sky wide open. The thunder, rising up to peaks Crashed majestically, abated a while, went on. Once more, the lightning flashed, the thunder roared. Then alt was over. li e settled down to sleep once more. To dream about the splendour of the storm just ended. WILL THEY REMEMBER By Laurence LeCapelain 1st Prize Senior Short Story John Clegg sat quietly at the old oak desk that had been his for the last fifty years. He knew every tale behind each little scar that graced its well-worn surface. But now he was leaving them—leaving them behind him forever. His ageing veined hand that pressed deep red marks in his wrinkled forehead. He was thinking—thinking of the past, of a youth, full of vigor and ambition, who had taken up teaching in a small town, to earn the money to go to college. He was thinking of the youth who fell in love with a yellow-haired, dancing¬ eyed country girl; of their marriage, and their three chil¬ dren ; of their little house on Maple Street; and a pay cheque that never seemed to be enough. Once he had dreamed of a Professorship; of money; of fame —his name etched indelibly in the memories of men. Now be was too old for money and fame and all he wanted was to be remembered. But he felt he had failed even in this, and that soon he would die, leaving the world as he had come—just as if he had never lived. John Clegg ' s thoughts suddenly stopped —lie raised his head and stared out over the forty empty seats —the fort} seats that had kept him busy for fifty years. Kven the five years extra that he had stayed on because of the war were gone. Now he was being retired after fifty years. Fifty years!—-why they bad seemed like a day. He could remem¬ ber, as if it had been only yesterday, the first day he came to the school. His first pupils, as plainly as if on a movie screen, he could see them in his mind ' s eye, struggling over multiplication tables. They would be older now. probably chubby, maybe even bald, smoking cigars and discussing politics with married sons and daughters. W ith a smile lie could see them sitting in their seats again, smoking their cigars and reading the daily paper. Strange, how the years had passed—lie had never felt old before. Maybe it was the children that kept him busy and young—new life, like new blood, pouring constantly through those seats. He had to admit it now though—the years, inevitable in their passing had finally caught up with him. Barbara was gone now. ami his three children had all grown up, married, and left him. He was all alone in the little house on Maple Street, and now he was being retired. He felt somewhat like an old circus horse being sent to the farm to live out the rest of his days, without the smell of sawdust, bright lights, or the screeming and screeching of excited crowds. He would miss the smell of chalk dust and tlu cracked old blackboards. But most of all lie would miss the children and their happy laughter resounding through the school, giving life to desk and blackboards, pencils and paper. Yes, he would miss the old school and he would miss the children too. But he didn ' t mind that—not too much that is. He could always visit with his own children. Maybe he would go and see some of the places he had always longed to see—he didn ' t know. But lie did know that when he left here he would be forgotten and that was what hurt. John Clegg who had lost all chances to make reality out of his life-long dreams, and who had given fifty years of his life to new generations would be forgotten. Oh what is the use! he thought. “I ' ll go into the aud¬ itorium in a few minutes—make a little speech and then I ’ll leave, only to be forgotten. Suddenly John was roused from his lethargy by a sharp knock on the door. Come in! Come in! he responded hastily— What is it you want. Paul? Mr. Hodgekinson wants you to come to the auditorium replied the freckle-faced lad meekly. All right, Paul, you can run along. I’ll be there in a minute. John rose slowly—lie was a little tired, but lie steadied himself and then he picked up the notes lie had made for his speech. He walked to the door, turned and took a long last look at the room that lie remembered as being almost home. He couldn’t remember it this way —empty! It would always be swarming in bis memory—swarming with smiles, happy faces, laughter and life. He turned very slowly once more and made his way somewhat hesitantly down the hall. He drank in for the last time all the familiar details that he had learned to take for granted. Before lie realized it. he found himself just outside the door of the big auditorium. He paused a minute, took a deep breath, steadied himself once again ami stepped in. Phe auditorium was filled—filled with parents and their laughing screaming children. The whole community had turned out to bid him farewell. John looked up and his eyes were wet with tears. He saw the crowd and he could hear their cheers. But his eyes were not on them. They were fixed on the large portrait of himself that rested on the stage and lie could read the bronze plaque underneath. John Clegg “From Students. Alumni and Friends Yes, John thought, as lie walked slowly down the aisle towards the stage. “They will remember! FELIS DOMESTICA By Nancy McKee 1st Prize Senior Essay The Oxford Dictionary defines a cat as “a small domesti¬ cated carnivorous quadruped of the genus felis. often kept as a houstdiold pet.” This, of course, is correct, but I prefer my six year old brother s definition, because I abhor cats. He described a cat as an animal that scratches ami carries genus. Which description do you prefer? Because cats are closely related to tigers, lions, panthers and leopards, they are fierce and untamable. This fierceness appears even in young kittens. One minute a kitten can be frolicking with a ball of yarn, and the next minute claw¬ ing your nylons to shreds. The haughty thoroughbreds act especially fierce. They are a terror to human beings as well as to other animals. My father once had a prize cat that fought all dogs large or small. When meeting a hostile dog. she flew to its face swift as a flash with her sharp claws poised for the attack. Then he would tear the defenceless dog’s nose until the poor dog ran away yelping with pain. No one has ever succeeded in bossing a cat. When a cat makes up its mind to do something, it goes straight at it. If the first attempt fails, the cat will keep trying until it succeeds. The following story related in the book “Rabbits, Cats and Cavies” illustrates how crafty and vigilant cats are. “I have a cat that i a great bird hunter: a few days ago. I noticed her digging industriously in one corner of the garden. This was an unusual proceeding, so I kept my eyes on her to see what her object was ami 1 was surprised to see her drag out a nice juicy worm from the hole. S1 k Page Thirteen