Saskatoon Technical Collegiate Institute - Techalogue Yearbook (Saskatoon, Saskatchewan)

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if LHEEQ-QEY LEST WE FORGET Lest we forget a year ago. A year ago today When banners flew and bells rang loud And ships sailed into bay, The people cheered and sang and laughed The world seemed full of grace. And some there were who bravely smiled While tears stole down their face. Lest we forget a year ago, A year ago today The boys who high upheld the torch, And gaily marched away. Dear Lord, may we when peace is won Remember those who fell, And consecrate our own days here To strive and serve as well. And may our country ever be A land where freedom dwells, Where war's grim shadow shall not fall To still our c0untry's bells: Where people live in happiness At home and 'cross the sea Where wars have joined the darksome past We pray. O God, to Thee. -JEAN E. HAIGHT, 2C. 1.--k IUST A DOG Across the field he comes bounding, his tail waving, his muscles rippling his shaggy coat. He jumps on me, his paws leaving muddy prints on my slacks and blouse. But do I care? Oh no, not I, for this is my dog. He licks my hands, my face and even my bare, dirty feet. His eyes meet mine, and in their trusting brown depths shine love, courage, strength and intelligence. His beautiful golden brown fur is burr-filled and mud-bespattered. Away he dashes, picks up a stick, comes playfully back and drops it at my feet, his eyes begging me to chase him. How could anyone refuse those pleading eyes? I bend down to pick up the stick but he snatches it from my hand and runs away. I chase him, finally catch him, only to have him lunge at my ankles and knock me down. I look up and meet his eyes twinkling mischievously at me. Sometimes when he is eating his dinner, an old hen will take one of his choicest pieces of meat. He snaps at her and sometimes pulls out some of her tail feathers. He is spanked but not by me. I sit beside

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June,1946 THE TECHALOGUE 15 ing work, he has been the guide and inspiration of hundreds of stu- dents. He came to Tech in 1931 on the opening of this school. In 1936, Mr. Dobson Went East on leave to do further graduate work for a year. Unfortunately illness befell him, and for about four years he had to forego his class-work. On recovery, he taught for several months in the Forest Hills Village School, Toronto, one of the most modern schools in Ontariog and for a year he was head of all work in commerce at Pickering College, Newmarket. In September 1943, Tech was happy to welcome Mr. Dobson back to the staff. During the present year, Mr. Dobson has been in charge of place- ment of students in positions. His splendid contacts with the business men of the city have been invaluable in establishing the high degree of confidence which exists between this school and the business lead- ers of Saskatoon. And now, on behalf of the students, the Techalogue bears witness to the character and work of this fine gentleman and efficient teacher. Invariably cheerful and friendly, Mr. Dobson gave freely of his time to help students if they showed any desire to better themselves. Gradu- ates of the commercial department with whom we have spoken are uniform in their praise and appreciation of their friend and former teacher, who on August 1 next joins the staff of the Shaw Schools, Toronto. He will be in charge of the department of correspondence instruction, in which the Shaw Schools are unique. Good luck, Mr. Dobson! We wish you good health and happiness and many years of service in what Premier Douglas has called the Hstodgy respectability of Ontariof' But we hope you'll not forget your many good friends in Tech and Saskatoon. .Ti- i

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Ju1te,1946 THE TECHALOGUE 17 him and try to console him, but his eyes fill with unshed tears, and he is the picture of deepest misery. So I lay my head on his soft furry back and we cry together, his howls getting the better of mine. We wander the fields together. His nose, so short for a collie's, burrows into every hole. We jump, run, chase each other and fight play-battles, his barks and my laughs intermingling. Later we lie side by side, quietly watching the sun go down. I love my dog and we have learned this secret of true love between an animal and a person. I do not think he is dumb just be- cause he cannot speak my language. He is smarter than humans in his own way. We speak to each other not only by his bark and my words, but by moods and actions too. I think that if they had a cup for the most courageous, understanding, loving, intelligent dog, mine would surely win it. Yes, he's just a dog, but he's more than that to me, he's my friend. -CAROL KESTER, lH. l-,Gm MODE OF LIFE They Walked thru' the park together, And neither said a word, But listened to the music, That faintly could be heard. For them no speech was needed. All talking had been done- He thought of a home in the country And the beautiful girl he'd won. She was radiant and happy, And proud of the man at her side. She too, thought of a quaint cottage. And a husband in whom to confide. The honeymoon now is long over And Age, its shadow has cast, But this dear old-fashioned couple Still live as they did in the past. True to their sacred promise, - Doing some deed each day, To lighten each other's burden, As they travel on life's busy Way.. -JACK FUNK, 4B. .mil THE CONCERT PIANIST To be a concert pianist-to play like Chopin, Mozart or Beethoven -to thrill audiences all over the world, to play with famous orchestras -that is a goal worth striving for. Music is an art which requires the study of harmonics and a depth of culture and rare emotion. It demands a temperamental self- ishness, a submergence of all other life to the creation of music. The rewards are great but they are not given for work undone. To attain them it is necessary to study hard. The pianist must be