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

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in a foot of space for three years, believe me, they're absolutely heavenly. ' We have a big green cupboard in which Mr. Moore keeps everything! This cup- board is so full that every time he opens it I'm afraid that everything will fall out and smother the poor guy. ,Besides the cupboard we have a telephone, and by use of this we've all acquired a voice with a smile. So if you want to hear thirteen smiling voices, just come down and see us. It's murder! There is one more thing that always arouses great interest in our visitors, and that is Mr. Moore. When he walks quietly into the room fthis quietness sometimes proves to be very unfortunate for us when we don't hear him approaching the room and we have slipped back into our noisy selves of last yearl, everyone whispers that we must have an easy time with him for a teacher. Don't let him fool you! He can really keep those little second-formers in line. Of course he never bothers us, for he wouldn't dare-not with Gene Walsh and his big shoulders there to protect us!- But all kidding aside, we've really en- joyed explaining to everyone about the Commercial Course. If you should decide to take this course you won't be sorry, for there's lots of fun down in that room and a training that will fully prepare you for a position in the business world. T1l .,-.. PERSUADING FATHER by Ann Dean, XIA One of the best tests of suave sales ability is persuading father. You want to go to an out-of-town dance with a boy? What! Can he drive? Has he a license? It he nice? Although you quickly answer in the affirmative, your father acquires at this point a gleam of suspicion in his eye, and he stubbornly says, No. Now is the time to change your tactics, if you know what I mean. You might mention the fact that all the other girls are going, but frankly I don't think that would work either. No, here is what to do: say in a disappointed voice that you had thought that your father formed young modern views, but that you must be wrong. He's just another old fuddy-duddy. Did the roof just fly off? Oh well, you tried. Now you know: you haven't suave sales ability. But inciden- tally, if you know anyone who has, just let me know. I'd like to take lessons. THE TATLER THE NIGHT BEFORE EXAMS The clock is striking midnight and my eyelids start to close: My head is drooping lower, but I kno-u' I mustn't doze. My pen is heavy as a brick, my brain just like cement,- I'm just too tired, I have to sleep, but no,-it wasn't meant. The minute hand is marching on, the hours ticking by, Soon comes the fatal hour. Sleep! a small voice seems to cry. Back to the books, ignoring my poor head's aching pleas,- I never did know Draco, and who was Socrates? A scant few hours remaining, and then I have to know The complete history of the world. Now where'd my pencil go? I hope she doesn't ask us this: I'll have to study that,- Maybe I've learned enough to pass. There's my pencil on the mat. I've never been so tired before, never studied any slower. My mind is drifting, eyes are closing, head is nodding lower. And then a strange peace into my head is felt to creep,' The sun comes up at dawn and finds me -fast asleep. Gary Miller, XIA. . TO THE HERO The time you broke that fearful tie, The needed points did score, Her pride was there within her heart, It filled her to the core. With eyes adoring openly She watched your every move But you remained unseeing and Unknowing of her love. And when the fatal whistle blew, They cheered the team, but she cheered you! She wandered close to where you stood, Hoping with a word Or gesture you would let her know That you had heard The thoughts unspoken in her heart, But no, such luck's not hers to feel. She dares not let her tongue, unchecked, Blurt out the truth her eyes unwittingly reveal- Her worship for the hero. Marilyn Stilwell, XII. 53

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COMMERCIAL CLASS BACK: W. Rutledge, J. Pettman, M. Warren, R. Peacock. CENTRE: W. Walker, M. Gunstone, M. McGuire, M. Franklin, M. Buckingham, J. Hunter, E. Walsh. FRONT: M. Fardella, E. Carmanico. AWAY DOWN YONDER IN THE NEW ANNEX by Mary Fardella, Commercial Room That last little room way down yonder in the New Annex of Tillsonburg High has certainly had its share of attention after so much neglect last year. Why, that room has had more once-overs and curious stares than a new girl in town passing a group of T. D. H. S. chicks. We who so proudly occupy this room are old hands at this commercial stuff now and very amused at the students who come to visit us. For instance, let us take two typical students, say, from the top floor of our-ah well-, if you'll pardon the expression, rather antiquated school who come to visit us. As they near the end of the hall they stop. Ho! What is that peculiar noise emerging from behind the closed door? fThis is usually the typewritersll Then one of them, the braver one, cautiously turns the handle of the door and allows one eye to peep through a crack. Now I'm sure I've seen one eye of every student in the school at point blank range. After 52 much coaxing and persuading we manage to get our visitors to come in, and I wouldn't be surprised if one day one of their jaws falls open so far it just keeps right on going. The first thing to attract their attention seems to be the arrangement of the room. I guess Mr. Moore just likes to keep an eye on us, so his desk is at the back, making the room look backwards. Some even think it is upside down! The Commercial Room is very different from any other room in the school and it contains many interesting things. Every visitor always wants to examine the type- writers, which we possessively protect from their inexperienced fingers fahem!J and they're always amazed that we know how to use them. CWhat on earth do they think we've been doing for the last eight months?5 Our desks, which are very large, also cause much questioning. Now these desks are especially designed for Commercial students fthat's usb and they're slightly slanted on one side, and lowered on the other for the typewriters. Besides this they're roomy! After cramming my books THE TATLER

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S P 0 R T S .-.Plfliifffil .P3fi?59i1.5'. if iff WOSSA B CHAMPS R. Service, C. Baldwin, J. Nichols, R. Peacock, E. Walsh, J. Salcak, H. Smith, W. Rutledge, R. Mannell, D. Richards, Mr. Sinclair. Another year of sports has just passed in old T.D.H.S., and as we peer back through the records of 1948-49 we find that the school was not inactive. Interest was good and an increasing enrolment ensured plenty of action. 1948-49 was Tillsonburg's last year in Wossa B grouping. As the school's enrolment has passed the 350 mark, we are being moved into the tougher Wossa A company. We expect to be grouped with the London Collegiates, St. Thomas Collegiate and De La Salle and Arva High Schools. This should mean even better action another year and we hope to see our school spirit at its best. Local Track Meet It was a cool autumn day, not long after the fall term had begun, and the usually packed school-rooms were devoid 54 of their noisy crowds. This is not to say that there was no noise, for T.D.H.S. was holding its annual field day, and there was plenty of noise. The air was cold and the track soggy, but these conditions did little to hamper the fun. A competition was held between forms to see who could gain the most points. The first formers gave notice of their presence on the campus by coming out on top of the heap. The following were the individual winners: Juvenile Champ: Bill Watts. Junior Champ: Dave Richards. Intermediate Champ: Joe Salcak. Senior Champ: Reg Mason, Bob Fairs ftiej. Inter-School Track Meet T.D.H.S. played host at the Inter-School meet this year. The weather for the oc- casion was fine, and competition was very THE TATLER