Tillsonburg District High School - Tatler Yearbook (Tillsonburg, Ontario Canada)

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M U S I C fP2.93ffff5l1X..Mfify.f?.'f1iff1?lf25fliV5fXTff THE ORCHESTRA The orchestra of Tillsonburg District lligh School is under the leadership of Steve Choma, and consists of a member- ship of seventeen: violins - Charles Ketchabaw, M. Claire MacEwan, Harold Weise, Vivian Thompson, Noel Mason, Bill llilliker, Jim Jonesg cello-Elizabeth Gib- song trumpets-Bill Popham, Bob Laur, Ron Mctfurdy, Russell Mannellg clarinet -Jack Culp, trombones - Dalton Murr, Richard Lucas, baritone--Marian Jonesg pianist-Gerald Webster. Our orchestra made two public appear- ances this year, both in the Town Hall, the first at our annual Commencement Exercises, at which they introduced the traditional Coronation March , and the second at the Junior Oratorical Contest. THE FIDDLER He came to us at the beginning ot' our school year-jolly, friendly and not lack- ing in courage. In fact, he fiddled his way into the hearts of all the lads and lassies. How did our school survive before his arrival? Fm sure l've quite forgotten. But it must have been pretty dead with- out Choma's Chummy Chumps tICditor's note: The Chumps must all be dead, be- cause we have never heard of or seen an appearance yet!! and the new orchestra. Every day we see instruments being brought to school, and daily we see the following notice on the bulletin board: Noticel All members of the orchestra report in Junior Lab. at 12:30 sharp, or pay the supreme sacrifice. Lovingly, Steve. But all kidding aside, Steve's an all right guy. Can he help it if school subjects don't appeal to him the way his music does? M. Foreman, Xll. BACK: R. McCurdy, R. Lucas, R. Mannell, D. Murr, J. Jones, C. Ketchebow, J. Culp, W. Popham, H. Weise, W. Hilliker, N. Mason, K. Webster, R. Luur, S. Choma. FRONT: E. Gibson, M. Mociwan, V. Thompson, M. Jones. 40 THE TATLER

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THAT QUEER MR. GUSTON by Mary Fardella, Commercial Room Well! I never ..... Mrs Dowdy peered anxiously from behind her cur- tained window at the shabby old man making his way up the Petersons' walk. She was breathing quickly as her beady little eyes darted around, not wanting to miss a thing as she watched Mrs Peterson open the door and smilingly invite the old man in. Mrs. Dowdy then reluctantly let the curtain fall back into place, and with a disdainful sniff turned to face her husband who was working on some books. Weill Did you ever see the like of it before, Jonathan? Imagine those Peter- sons inviting that queer, dirty, old Mr. Guston into their home for dinner again! I just don't know what's gotten into their heads. Mr. Dowdy paused in his work and looked up at the tall, gaunt woman who was his wife. She was at least two feet taller than he, and he had always stood a little in awe of her. I don't quite know what you mean, my dear, he said. Do you mean that 'queer' Mr. Guston who owns that little junk shop down town ? Exactly, Jonathan! Mrs. Dowdy ex- claimed. Everyone in town knows he's queer and perhaps even crazy. Why, no one will have anything to do with him except the Petersonsf' Why yes, that's right my love, agreed Mr. Dowdy as he removed his glasses and peered through the window at the Peter- sons' house. Do you mean that he's over there now? I should say he is, sniffed Mrs. Dowdy, and this isn't the first time either. They have him in for dinner every Christmas and Thanksgiving. I know it's because they feel sorry for the old hermit, but on the behalf of the rest of our neighbours I think I will protest to Mrs. Peterson. After all, they should think of their respectable neighbours. And besides, everyone is laughing at them. I don't see how they can stand it or him. My, I've never seen the like of it! Two hours later Mrs. Dowdy was having trouble seeing out of the window, as dusk was falling, but when the Petersons' door opened she could see the old man was carrying a pie with him. It would certainly THE TATLER be a treat for him to have some good food. Everyone knew he always waited till cakes and bread went on sale to buy his, so that it wouldn't cost so much. Humph! An eventless week passed before Mrs. Dowdy heard of the poor, old junk dealer again, and this occurred while she was reading the town paper. There on the front page was a large heading. She gasped and jumped to her feet exclaiming, Jonathan, Jonathan! Come quickly and read this-right here on the front page. The news that startled Mrs. Dowdy had startled the rest of the town as well, for the heading read: Local Junk Dealer Found Dead. Leaves 510,000 Will. Yes, it was true. The poor, queer man whom the whole town had laughed at and pitied had' been found dead in his old shack that morning. Among his few be- longings a will had been found, and in it he had left his ten thousand dollars sav- ings, deposited in a city bank, and about which only he and the bank had known, to Mr. and Mrs. Peterson, his only friends in the whole town. A tone of unbelief crept into Mrs. Dowdy's voice as she peeked curiously at the Petersons' house and said- Well! I never ..... P SUSPENSE by Shirley Setterington, XIB It was a dark, foggy night. Everything was silent except for the howling of a lonely dog. The assailant crept nearer. He waited in the shadows until he was certain that he had not been noticed. Lunging forward, he grabbed his victim by the neck, covered his head with a sack, carried him to the basement, and threw him on the table. Quickly taking advantage of his victim's helplessness he bound him tightly, and moved to the other side of the room. Grasping a long gleaming knife, he slowly walked to where his victim lay squirming in fear. Raising the knife, he hesitated. How could he bring himself to kill one whom he had raised from a baby and treated like a son? But he steeled himself. Again he raised the knife and plunged it deep into the throat. There! It was done! Why did his wife always want chicken on Sunday? 39

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GLEE CLUB GLEE CLUB T.D.H.S. has done it again with a Glee Club that makes your heart sing right along with the members. Every Wednes- day after four o'clock Cand often other daysl, the deserted halls are filled with sweet and vibrant music. The audience for these practices is the regular detention squad and an occasional teacher whose curiosity Finally propels him or her to the Junior Lab. in quest of the angelic voices. A patient figure stands on the stool behind the piano and before we begin singing we all breathe silent prayers that the stool will stay put and not topple out from under our guiding hand , the celebrated Miss Field. Outstanding in the solo department are Don Currie, tenor, and Eleanor Collings, soprano. Strangely enough, it seems that the majority of sopranos are from the lower grades. It seems the big kids have outgrown the Glee Club. THE TATLER This club, comprising about thirty-five members, has been used to fill gaps at school functions during which Cgaps, that ish the audience would usually politely stifie a yawn or three behind a hand. This not only makes us feel that they are com- pletely bored, but makes us realize what a large number of hands the audience has and what loud applause could be incited. The main duty of the Glee Club is to thrill the Commencement audience, but we have also sung at Oratorical Contests, Puppet Shows, and wherever we are ap- preciated. Gerald Webster plays the piano for us, and more than competently. He can beat out The Galway Piper or caress his instrument to produce Ave Maria and A-Wearyin' For You. If anyone is interested in helpful vocal guidance and an exciting time, we can always use more members! Music hath charms to soothe the savage . . . beast , so come, savage beast, and be soothed. M. Stilwell. XII. 41