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

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5 p X l 1- .Iust Think of I-Iow Cheap Our School Is Have you ever wondered just what stu- dents from other schools think of our build- ing in comparison with their own? This thought has often occurred to me, and so, armed with pencil and paper, I set out to find an answer when two busloads of stu- dents from London South Collegiate visited us for a recent Friday night basketball ses- sion. Stationed in the main hall I heard such random comments as, A school like this around South would be wrecked in no time! , The halls here are better than any of our rooms, and This is the first school I've ever seen with a phone booth l As one group of girls sailed down hall four, some- one spotted a caretaker at work, and ex- claimed, Look! They're even waxing the locker doors! Another member of the group was so overwhelmed that she just blurted out, just think how cheap our school is! XfVith my curiosity and pride now at a pretty high level, I proceeded to the second floor, where another small gang was even getting a peek inside some of the rooms, accompanied by two caretakers. I heard as I followed at a short distance, Ooh! Look at the typewriters! This is for us. Aren't they super! Stepping inside the library someone mentioned a favourite teacher, and remarked, Could I learn from john in a room like this! In another classroom, a lovely young maiden sank into a desk, gazed about in delight as she read from the board, Homework agenda . . . fero and com- pounds . . ., and then murmured appreci- atively, Couldn't you sleep in desks like this! By now the crowd was somewhat less, but I walked up to a group Cmostly girlsj that remained, and commenced conversa- tion. One of them queried, I-Iow many do you have in each locker? VVhen I told her there was usually only one, she gasped, and, going to the wall, explained confidentially, Our lockers come to about here Qshe indi- cated a width of about eight inchesj they're 82 about this high Ctwo and a half feetj and we have two sharing each. A feminine voice called out, XVhere's the home economics room? Obligingly, we fthe caretakers and Ij escorted them to said room, and once inside, the girls thought that everything was gorgeous, cried Holy Cow! XYhat,ll they think of next? , and finally declared frankly, Our sewing-room is like a prison. With my party finally dwindled down to three or four, we stopped in room 31 for a chat about school in general. One of my friends told me on the subject of cafeterias, Our cafeteria consists of one small room with a Bunsen burner to heat the soup. XVe all had a good laugh, and while I realized that a good deal of their talk was neces- sarily exaggerated, still there was plenty of warm enthusiasm in it, and someone said sincerely, Tillsonburg is nice: I'd like to live down here. That seemed to me to be just about the biggest compliment they could have paid, coming as it did from a member of a large city collegiate. They assured me, however, that they were not deliberately running down their own school, but that since it is twenty years old, it could hardly compare with T.lJ.H.S. A fellow near me expressed it this way: The three best things about this school are that you can get hot water from the hot water taps, soap from the soap containers, and paper towels from the towel box. In defence of his own school, he added, All I can say is that South has one of the nicest Bunsen burners in the country ! Hey, ya got any swimming pool here? , somebody shouted. I told him we hadn't. Shame, he answered, in acute disappoint- ment, no swimming pool l As they left me to enter the gym, I stuffed my scribbled notes into my pocket, replaced the pencil where I had found it in the store-room, and thought to myself, 'tNo, we haven't a swimming pool, but who cares, when we have everything else? And I'm sure that no one from South for any other schoolj could ever say that T.D.I-I.S. looks cheap! R. Jones, XIII. THE TATLER

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