Providence Technical High School - Review Yearbook (Providence, RI)

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112 THE TECH REVIEW 1928 VARSITY DEBATING TEAM Left to right: Marvin Cornell, Harold Fleisig, George Ajootian, Marion Ross, Coach Walter H. Hibbard Debating Notes The activities of the Technical High School Debating Society have been nu- merous and varied. Two debates have been held in the society. A number of papers on debating have been presented. Outside speakers have addressed the so- ciety. On one occasion Shi Fu Nong of Canton, China, explained extra-territor- ial rights, and also gave much informa- tion on the situation in China at present. 'The Varsity Squad presented both sides of the question, “Resolved: That Con- gress Should Pass the Curtis-Reed Bill Providing for a Department of Educa- tion,” in a debate before the Parent- Teacher Association. A February Frolic was held with one hundred and fifty pres- ent. The presence of outside guests and the decoration of the hall made the affair distinctive. Interclass debates were held on the subject, “Resolved: That Capital Punishment Should be Abolished in the United States. The Varsity team debated Rogers High School of Newport, R. I., on the subject, “Resolved : That the Phil- ippine Islands Should be Granted their Immediate and Complete Independence from the United States”; and B. M. C. Durfee High School of Fall River, Mass., on the subject, “Resolved: That the Eighteenth Amendment to the Constitu- tion of the United States Should be Re- pealed.”

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1928 THE TECH REVIEW 111 DEBATING SOCIETY

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1928 THE TECH REVIEW 113 The Career of Jim Westbrook Frank C. Helm, '28 It was growing dusk as Jim Westbrook swung down from one of the coaches of a long, black train. He was no sooner clear of his car than the engine started puffing and growling on its way deeper into the Canadian forests. To him the journey had been long and tedious, hut he had at last arrived at Blue Ridge, a French-Canadian village in the forests of Ontario. The small railroad platform was built on the highest point in the town, and. as he stood there and gazed about, he was soothed by the tranquility and serenity. It was such a contrast to New York, the noisy metropolis he had left several days previous. 'Flic silence gave him an inward feeling of satisfaction, as he breathed the cool, crisp air. Jim whistled meditatively, and then exclaimed, “What a dandy place for a vacation!” Gathering his luggage, he walked to the only store in the town, and upon stepping inside found a group of Canadians sur- rounding a small stove in the center of the room. They smiled when they saw him, some of them returning his smile, and others smiling at his tenderfoot ap- pearance. Jim faced the store-keeper and asked, “Do you know of any place I could put up for the night ?” To this query, the man replied abruptly, “There ees a room over dees store. You can have heem.” “That suits me,” said Jim, feeling lucky that he had obtained quarters. On the following morning he rose very early, went down to the store, and found some of the men he had seen the night before. As he ordered provisions in quantities to last about five days, the trappers began to jabber among them- selves. His order completed. Jim turned to leave when one of the men motioned to him. In broken English the Canadian asked, “You go camj) een woods? “Expect to,” Jim replied. “De wolf, he ees ver’ had,” said the stranger. “No food dees dime of year. Me warn you.” At this warning Jim laughed. Hadn’t he been in the woods this time last year? Had he had any trouble with wolves at any time previous? Surely this man was trying to make him the object of a joke. Jim had tramped hours, resting at in- tervals, and choosing the trails which seemed most inviting, when he came sud- denly to a small clearing surrounded by dense brush and trees. As the forests were becoming dim with the setting sun, he decided to make this spot his camp. He dropped his pack and proceeded to gather fire-wood in preparation for the night. Presently he had a fire crackling. Then taking utensils from his knapsack, he pre- pared several strips of bacon and toasted some slices of bread over the flames. He drank two cups of strong cofi'ee to com- plete the crude meal. The night had grown black; Jim sat before the fluttering fire smoking a briar pipe. Through his mind ran reminis- cences of past events that had taken place during his struggles for a livelihood in “the big city.” In a campaign for State Representative he had been defeated—by a slight margin—by his friend and rival of long standing, Alden Kay. The contest had been long and bitter, and Jim had been the loser. Suddenly from a ridge