Westdale Secondary School - Le Raconteur Yearbook (Hamilton, Ontario Canada)

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C A NA D A AND Porfners in Progress S T E L C O A nation's progress and wealth are linked strongly with its ability to produce basic industrial products. No product is more basic than steel, and hence no product has contributed more to Canada's progress and wealth than has Canadian steel. Stelco's record of expansion is a demonstration of the Company's faith in Canada. Its achievements in war and peace have not been excelled by any Canadian company. In the past 50 years the Canadian population has grown from a little more than 7,000,000 to better than l7,000,000, While the number of Stelco employees has, in the same period of time, grown from 5,000 to almost 15,000 As Canada grows, so does Stelco. Canada has become a land of great opportunities, and at Stelco there are great opportunities for young Canadians 4 desiring careers in steel. THE STEEL COMPANY OF CANADA, LIMITED ea YIARSOFPZZCZZZSS HAMILTON - MONTREAL CHEVROLET OLDSMOBILE CHEVROLET TRUCKS Q WWW wa W W DAY SERVICE ---- NIGHT SERVICE H00 w g s f MAIN AND CATHARINE STS. IA 7-4471 22

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Grade IX Section :g:..,-esftrrisfeiv ' ' siege-Qi ' fr fi .. .N-., .Q K ., , .x.,.f..fs sm-,,.s,M ,p ,. J - ,, X .- fb3ze'2:v-asvci i .wwf 5 ,32 4, - JZ, eh? ' X sf V -ft' . If a x ,. ygybi 'E' .V . A 'ff fam , - 2 A QE i KATHY KELMAN, if . ff' Erlztor. Literary THE FIRST DAY AT SCHOOL Good morning, fellow jailbirds. I am going to attempt to tell you something about us shameful grade niners and our disgustingly good behaviour at Westdale. The first agoniz- ing day at this Alcatraz , the old pros are astonished by the numbers of obedient fresh- men m.arching down the corridors in honest silence and co-operation, Everywhere, through- out the endless halls, you discover a poor, lone survivor, lost in the confusion and turmoil of first day in school . A few dismayed stu- dents, in a genuine but hopeless attempt to find their classrooms, wander into the locker rooms of the opposite sex, only to be greeted by shrieks and screams of terror, a severe penalty for being a straggler. At last, however, good fortune Cin the form of an older student, or teacherj, guides you to your classroom, and you meet your prim and proper teacher. A haggard, total wreck, you stagger to your seat, and collapse in sheer exhaustion. You don't realize, however Cuntil it is too latej, that the kindness and sincerity which you have been shown this day is only a false cover. The down-to-earth Westdale life and spirit breaks out in a little less than 18 hours! Look out! June Happerle. ODE TO A KLEENEX Oh, thou fragile little thing Whose ultimate purpose is to disturb The tranquility of the peaceful Day And then to drop, Overflowing And unnoticed Among a pile of other such soggy treasures. Brian Shein. THE WORLD IS WASHED Nothing stirred, not even a leaf, and one's soul could feel the suspense hanging in the air. No birds were singing, not a tree top quivered. It was too exciting to express. The huge clouds in the distance sent out a dark warning while the rumbling of the approach- ing thunder could be heard. The storm swept forward steadily. A little girl cowered in a corner as the first bolts of lightning flashed across the sky and the pelting rain began to whip the trees to the ground. The thunder no longer grumbled in its -throat, but now let go with all its fury. The storm was soon a raging hurricane, tear- ing down anything in its Way. Shrieking winds tore away trees and houses and tossed them over its shoulder. The storm had gone wild and could not control its passion for destruc- tion. As it became weary, the wreckage could be seen filling the streets and fields. Moaning and pitiful wails rent the village as the dwell- ers surveyed their situation. A woman cried softly and a young man cried for his lost love. Homes were gone, and the village was no longer there. Yet, as the storm passed, one could see the miracle and could not help but become awed with the wonder of so great a thing as this. This destroyer was no earthly, man-made thing, but it was sent by One greater than any earthly mortal, One whose judgement may not be questioned. Look, the countryside now glows with a new freshness of a Washing sent from God. The air has a sweet fragrance and the atmosphere is soft and again peaceful. New homes are established and a new under- standing is 'brought about by the experience. God has washed His world! Nancy Bekkering, 9 :3 :5.