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

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'ALL ABOARD by Lucy Rokeby, IXC We wake in the morning to the sound of the stair door opening and Mother call- ing to tell us that it is half-past seven and warning us not to be late. Three calls later we manage to crawl out and start to get ready for school. After a mad rush and a hurried breakfast we set out for the corner with a shout of Hurry on, Mouse, or you'll be late! We arrive at the bus stop just as the bulk of the bus looms around the corner and comes to a screeching stop, splattering muddy ice in every direction. We clamber aboard and go bouncing and swerving down the road. I often wonder where this bus learned to do the rhumba. At the next stop Margaret gets on with her arms loaded with books. Someone always inquires whether she hasn't got a desk at school yet. As we move on, a high school notebook is left on a seat, and as we hurdle the next bump, the rings come loose and the sheets shower all over the floor and seat. Meanwhile Marilyn amuses us with her tales of her latest male acquaintances. We bump and jolt along till we come to that railroad on the little hill. We take a run at it and get only half-way up, and then slide down toward the guard-rail. Bless the man who put that guard-rail there or we would end up in the ditch. We all pile out, and the bus driver prepares to take another run at it. At last we get over the hump , but it makes a better story if we say we have to take the bus apart and carry it across. Soon after we get back in the running again, we have a blow-out, but because it is a dual tire we continue, letting the twin carry the weight. We come to a lurching stop and a couple more eager scholars get on. As we pro- ceed we engage in loud-voiced conversation so as to be. heard over the squeaks and rattles. Soon we find that the bus is very full. Ah! There's our last stop, and here comes little Harry, walking like an old grandfather as usual. At last the hallowed walls of Tillson- burg High heave into sight. We unload, grateful to get some fresh air before we enter this crammed factory of education. THE. TATTLER kr .,ll,4- NV X llllfli Az l f' 'sth ' f - 7' f f 4, G fc' f l I .sr 'tk -- ?. ..--- f f - ' THE CROWDED BUS - M. French, XIA THE BUS RIDE Each morning, about eight-fifteen, All at the store we meet. We're happy and we're sleepy, And go in to get some heat. We talk to one another Beside the fire there: Then someone hollers, Here's the And out the door we tear. bus! We clamber up the two steps That lead into the bus,' We see when we get in there That there are lots of seats for us. We drive about a mile, Or maybe a little more,' We stop to get another girl, My books slide to the floor. When to our destination We at last have got, Do we make our exit mannerly? Gracious! I'll say not! Instead of going single file, We crowd out in a bunch. And then, inside the school I see That I forgot my lunch! Jack Tanner, XIB. 71

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LIKES CANADA I live in Canada for many years and I like this country very well. I came from Holland, the country with the bulbs and dykes. I came from Amsterdam, the big- gest city in Holland. The difference in my country is that if a girl is married she cannot work outside the house, and in this country you are free to do as you please. The people of Canada are many- French, Dutch, Hungarian, Belgians and others. The people work hard and are doing so to make a better Canada. The religions are different but it is free. Canada is a country of freedom. The Dutch country children go to school shak- ing but the Canadian children like to go in buses. The air in Holland is damp and wet, but the air here is clear and dry. I still love my country but Canada is my home forever. I have been in Tillson- burg a long time, but this is the first opportunity we have to go to learn the English language in school, and I like it. I hope to go next year again. By Mrs. Vanderhoek. .1 .......- VALEDICTORY ADDRESS fContinued from Page 251 the Tillsonburg District High School, you have a great opportunity for an education. Opportunity is knocking at your door. Open that door! But I am here to say goodbye. It is not an easy thing to say goodbye. It is especially difficult for me tonight as I look out on this group of old schoolmates and as I recall those memories of T.H.S.- commencement in years past, cadets, rugby, basketball. These are things that we new graduates--and I dare say things that all graduates of T.H.S.-will never forget. And now my classmates of the class of '48 join me in saying, farewell fellow students, farewell graduating classes of '49, '50, '51, '52 and '53, goodbye T.H.S., whate'er our destinies may be, we shall remember you. 70 4 MONDAY EVENING ART AND CRAFT CLUB Another activity which goes on at T.D.H.S. after the regular school day has ended, is the Tillsonburg Art and Craft Club. Membership in this group is open to all persons of the town and district who wish to draw, paint, or work at a craft. Under the supervision of Miss Field and Mrs. A. B. Taylor, a large group of men and women from Tillsonburg and Mount Elgin, as well as pupils of T.D.H.S. and the Public School, have been busy with paint brush, palette knife, crayon, and leather, and it is expected that there will be an exhibition of their work in the spring. Three trips were made by bus to see exhibitions and demonstrations at the London Art Gallery, and two travelling exhibitions of paintings by Canadian artists have been brought to Tillsonburg by the Club and displayed in the Junior Lab. for all those of the town and school who are interested. The Club also had the privilege of entertaining three promi- nent artists from London. Messrs. Kemp, Versteeg and Arris, who by demonstration and explanation gave valuable instruction to the members and friends who attended. The aim of the Club has been to bring together people who are interested in some phase of the arts as a hobby for their leisure hours, and the by-products have been mutual instruction, relaxation, and un. APPRECIATION We also Wish to express our apprecia- tion of a very complete and well-expressed article on the history of the Hungarian people, written by Mrs. Wallentiny. In her article she comments: Actually, the situa- tion in Hungary is worse than ever. The war ruined the country, the so-called liberation by the Russians brought the Communist minority to power and the life of the people was turned into slavery and terror. Thousands and thousands of them chose rather the state of miserable fugitives than to live under increasing fear and dictatorship. This people learned to know what the Communist regime really means .... and there is only one question more-whether she will be able to survive this period or not. History only knows the answer. THE TATLER

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THE OLD SCHOOL by Anita Hall, XII Although a popular subject for con- versation nowadays is the new school, if we ever move to a new school there will be many fond, farewell looks back to the old one, where we spent the best years of our lives. The memories we will have had of so many gay and sad experiences, such as romances at the fountain and visits to the office, are never to be forgotten. This old T.D.H.S. is not entirely to be condemned, it even has some advantages. For instance, when you open the heavy walnut door and enter the dark, dusty hall, you find a homey atmosphere every- where. In this decaying edifice, the floor may not be waxed and polished, but this pro- vides a safeguard against slipping in the halls and injuring oneself. In the classroom, if there comes a time when there is no work to do, one may amuse oneself by reading the many names and dates engraved on the windows, walls, and desks. Another advantage is that the pupils are brought closer together, resulting in mutual friendship. They have a first-hand view of nature, especially in the annex. Even skunks like our annex. Some may complain of the chilliness in the school at times, but Mr. Sinclair will tell you this helps the brain to function. So you see, even though this old school is dilapidated, old-fashioned, unhealthy, unsanitary, and inefficient, it is to be loved and long remembered by all. huh CADET OFFICERS AND N.C.0.'s, 1949 72 THE TATLER F