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

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JUVENILE DELINQUENCY IN CANADA ' by Vickie Vance, XIB In picking up almost any current magazine or newspaper you find articles on juvenile delinquency written by men and women safely past the age group they are writing on. But do you ever see an essay written by someone in the midst of this age? Hence my contribution. There are several causes of delinquency. Not the least of these is a demand for attention. Some confessions by gang members are obviously tainted with ex- hibitionism. This demand for attention is being met by newspapers everyhere. Even the very word gang suggests a tough, rough-neck type of youth associa- tion which, in reality, is only a group from one neighbourhood or school. Even more so, gangster denotes drama and excite- ment. Today, our concern should not be focused so much on the confirmed hoodlum but on his kid brother. A sane approach to this not-yet-too-late group might clear up the situation. 4 The practice of giving responsibility would help. Give these boys and girls something to accomplish, be proud of, and cherish, and they will be more careful about destroying the accomplishments of others. We should have a knowledge of psychology. A youngster responds as he is treated. If he is treated as a potential criminal he will take his defence and harbour a resentment against society. The old, old story of racial prejudice has a small seed in the story. If a nation- ality or religion is mocked and hated, naturally, the members of it will stick together-perhaps in gangs. When a delinquent is on trial, so is the community in which he lives. Overcrowded houses, glamourized crime in movies and 74 comic books, and lack of education and recreational facilities-do gangs create these conditions? We have a long way-to go in clearing up this condition but it is very important to the health of a growing nation with her future ahead, for today's delinquents may become tomorrow's leaders. WHAT DEMOCRACY DOES FOR THE COMMERCIAL CLASS We like our teacher, I'll tell you why, For the simple reason that he has a democratic eye. You have tests in French and Geometry, Do we in our subjects? No! This is a Democracy. Do you have spares whenever they're wanted, We have so many that by these we are haunted. During these s ares 1 ou'll nd us carefree,- . Y' J . . ,, Detentions, never! This is a Democracy. Wait until Gerhardt and Crossett score this sum, Homework, he says, is just for the dumb. We are too brilliant for this, says he. I'll say we are! This is a Democracy. Alas! These pipe dreams really do sound swell, And believe me on these promises he does dwell. Work, and more work seems to be his ardent plea: ,, I wonder if he knows the meaning of Democracy? Eva Carmanico, Spec. Comm. NO LUCK I walked and walked and walked one night, And tried and tried with all my might To write a poem that was worthwhile, But all I did was walk a mile. I struggled on both nights and days, I thought of many different ways To make the lines and verses rhyme, But all I did was waste my time. Hilda Ostrander, XIB. T H E T A T L E R

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PETUNIA! by Steven Choma, XII Ah, yes! We have had some newcomers at old T. D. H. S. Mama skunk, poppa skunk and all their little stinkers have finally come to school. Whether they came here to be educated or to be fumigated is yet to be seen. But I think the latter is the stronger, and I do mean stronger! They had been in the school for about a month, shall we say off and on. But that last week was something unbearable until a couple of ambitious fourth-formers tried their skill at removing odours. They removed a couple of the perfumed family, but not their spirits. Their spirits could still be sensed in all class-rooms. You felt as if pretty Petunia were right beside you, nudging you with her beautiful fluffy tail. Oh! What a horrible thought! All fooling aside, though, one morning as I walked through the gym, or should I say struggled through the gym, the air was so strong that when I threw away my text book into the air, it just stayed up there. But I think we soon will have forgotten about our school-spirited Pe- tunia, unless she has a few more fellow odourists that we haven't counted on. As for myself, I think I'll buy myself some Tums for the Tummy and retire. THE SKUNK fWith apologies to Mr. Blakej Little Skunk, who 'made thee? A Dost thou know who made thee? Gare thee scent and bade thee use if By the stream and o'er the mead: Gare thee clothing of delight, Softest clothing, striped with white, Little Skunk, who 'made thee? Dost thou know who made thee? Charles Ketchabaw, XII. - VIENNA HIGH SCHOOL I Con tfinued from Page 22j and improved opportunities, such as the orchestra, the oratorical contests, sports, the Glee Club, the Puppet Club, and the Literary Society. When I leave in June I will envy the students of Grades IX, X, XI, and XII who will be returning in September to spend another enjoyable and glorious year at T.D.H.S. -Anthony Slama, XIII, in collaboration with George Teal, XIII. - THE TATLER EXPERIENCE IS THE BEST TEACHER by Murray Girvin, IXA It was a sad, sorrowful day that I saw my fat, jolly, little black pony taken away in the truck, but I had for consola- tion my father's promise to replace him with a young saddle-horse. A few weeks later I was overjoyed when my father informed me that a two- year-old pinto was in the barn for me. Unknown to my father I took my saddle, which was a past Christmas present, and saddled the horse. The horse proved to be a beautiful beast of stature, power, and grace, with fine features and fine bones. Her colour was a creamy white with flam- ing spots at intervals on her graceful body. At this time I was ignorant of the fact that she was not broken, but before I could mount her, Mother called me for supper, which proved lucky for me. The postponed ride came during the following afternoon. Father told me that she was unbroken, but I mounted the saddle just the same. As my weight set- tled in the saddle her body trembled with fear beneath me. I was informed of what might happen, as she came from the west in a group of shaggy ponies and piebald colts, but I was still undaunted and solemnly believed that I would be the victor. These thoughts were thrown from my mind as 'she hurled her body into the air, and came down on stiffened legs that gave my neck a jerk which might have broken it. Then her body catapulted for- ward like a comet in its fiight through the heavens-but alas, I went sprawling in the grass. Being relieved of my weight she mildly trotted to the barn. This in- cident occurred several times before I was able to stay in the saddle and when she discovered I had stayed in the saddle she calmed immediately and never ever made another wrong move toward me. - SENIOR ORATORICAL CONTEST K Continued from Page 301 programme closed with the singing of God Save the King. To Miss McIntosh and Miss Ostrander goes the credit for the success of the Oratorical Competitions this year. 73

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H U M 0 U R Edited by Mary Lou Grass, XIII If some of these jokes you have heard before, Just laugh agairi and dorl't get sore. For the world is large-good jokes are few And not everyone is as wise as you. lk ik if lk lk On being introduced to Ken Webster at the Hop, an out-of-town visitor remarked. I've heard about a great deal of you. Yk ik Ik Ik lk Miss Grieve: Iter, itineris, means march or journey: what is an itinerant worker? Third Former: One that walks to work. Ik lk Ik 1 ik Vernon: Why did you leave Shirley's house so early? Jack: We were sitting on the sofa and she turned out the light. Guess I can take a hint. lk lk Ik il if Alan Turner: I wish I could get a date with that new girl. Ken Ross fstanding outside the Tip Top Cleanersl: Why don't you get your pants pressed ? said Ken, pointing to a sign in the window Pants Pressed In- side. Alan: I want mine pressed on the out- side. ik lk ak ' Ik Ik Miss Howitt: What is that scratching noise I hear down there ? CSiIenceJ Miss Howitt: Dick, what are you doing down there? Dick: Blowing my nose! ik Ik Ik Ik ak An aeroplane mechanic was asking I-Izrold Price where he might secure a Jo . Harlod politely answered: Pm sure they could use a good aeroplane mechanic in the Dry Cleaners taking care of the hangers. ik ik wk lk ak Miss Grieve: What's the Latin word for cow? Ken Webster: Moo, ik lk lk lk ik Steve: What's a river horse ? Harold: A hypotenuse! THE TATLER Marguerite: What's a cock ? Jean: A. male hen. Ik Ik 8, if lk 'What did one casket say to the other casket? That you coffin ? wk lk lk lk lk One English period Mr. Taylor told the pupils of IXD to write an unusual story or poem. Then he went around to see how they were doing. When he came to Alan Turner he picked up Alan's book and read Alan's poem to the class. This is the poem Alan had written: The boy got on the railroad track, The train was coming fast. The boy got off the railroad track To let the train go past. Mr. Taylor told Alan that his poem was not about an unusual incident and to try again. Soon coming back to Alan, Mr. Taylor found Alan had written: The boy got ou the railroad track, The train was coming fast. ' The train got ojj' the railroad track To let the boy go past. ik ik Ik lk lk Who is the first person mentioned in the Bible? Chap. I. Ik ik Ik Sk Ik Miss Ostrander: If there are any stupid people in the room, stand up! CA pause, Bob MacLennan stands Miss Ostrander: What! Do you con- sider yourself stupid ? Bob: No, but I hated to see you stand- ing up all alone. Ik 4 lk il lk What turns without moving? Milk. fEditor's note: A slightly sour joke.J ik at Ik Ik lk How in the world do you make up your jokes ? I just sit down and laugh and then think backwards. 4- 4: ay 4- an Miss Ostrander: Since you are being dismissed early today, please go as quietly as you can in order not to wake up the other classes. up.J 75