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

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TRIUNE VICE-PRESIDENT Susan Wright This lovely lass began her school year by capturing the friendship of many students at Westdale by leading them in cheers at our foot- ball games. Evidence of her magnetic personality is the fact that she defeated three boys in the elec- tions to assume the responsibility of vice- president of the student council. Susan is very active in the school's extra- curricular functions: she was a member of the grade 12 champion all-star basketball team and also represented Westdale on our badminton team and, of course, We all recognize her as the redhead on our cheer-leading line-up. Susan is not only very active in the social life of the -school, but she is also able to main- tain an honour standing in her grades. It is her desire to attend McMaster and put a few letters behind her name, and to Work toward her Mrs. . The Office Speciality Manufacturing Co. ltd. 0 380 King St. East HAMILTON, ONTARIO feature the latest in campus fashions for guys cincl gcils! PHONE JA 8-7011 wa ,-ffmdaezemg You can depend on us to make yours long remembered Dcmdwm 76046454 Artistic Designers and Qualified Growers to Serve You 287 Dundurn St. South JA 2-8722 Hamilton, Ontario FRANK B. SMITH CO. LTD. Florists Flowers Telegraphed World-Wide CORSAGES A SPECIALTY 33 KING ST. WEST Phone JA 7-4535 Hamilton, Ont.

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Grade IX Section INGRID KUHM, Grade IX Eclitor. WESTDALE Of all the schools in Hamilton, There's none that can compare With one who's glory tops the rest By far, with fame to spare. Of course you know the one I mean, That you cannot deny, For it could be none other than Our school, great Westdale High, Her fame's been raised by all the kids Who care enough to try, And make our school's love and fame Go soaring to the sky. So now you know why we are proud To wear the green and goldg And in our hearts there'll always be Mem.ories of old .... Karen King, 9:3:1. FOREST FIRE It was a lovely summer afternoon in North- ern Ontario. The sun shone brightly from a cloudless sky onto green forests, a clear blue lake and splashing stream. Everything was peaceful except for the crying of sea gulls as they winged their way over the water. Occasionally a mother deer and her spotted fawn came down to the stream to drink the cool water, while squirrels playfully chased each other in the high branches of itrees. Everytlhing was happy and at peace, but soon the forest would be a scene of panic. No one knew exactly how the fire started, although it must have been by a careless camper who had left his campfire when it wasn't completely out, or had thrown a lighted cigarette or match about. However, the fire did start, growing rapidly as it swept through the forest. It was first detected by the forest ranger in his tower. Immediately, firemen and volunteers were despatched. But they had a long way to go, and the fire was not waiting for there.. Meanw ile, animals ran about iheliplessly as their lairs -vere destroyed by the raging fire. Some tried to swim to safer land, but most were trapped by the fierce flames. It took days to extinguish the fire. When it was over, the sun still shone from a cloud- less sky. However, instead of green forests, all that remained were the charred stumps of once stately trees. Animals no longer came to the stream to drink . . . and never Would again! This scene of destruction was caused by one careless person! Incog. A CITY Besides a city's beauty spots, there are al- ways those not so nice - the ones little talked about. These are -the overcrowded, under- nourished sections, the dingy little houses, overpacked apartment buildings lining both sides of the narrow streets. Not far from these are the factories, pouring out their black billowing smoke, blanketing the neighbourhood with dirt, grit and grime. There is no getting away from it. Filth is everywhere. People are born into it, live in it and die in it. There is no escape. Sun rises and sun sets, but life carries on as usual. On clear days life is more pleasant - the sun adding a little brightness to the dull surroundings. Cloudy days bring a different outlook. The days are dim, the air is filled continuously with unpleasant odours. As evening settles down, so does the smog. To be out at night is unbearable. Vision is poor, the air is choking, smothering, giving the feeling that the World is closing in on you. Only morning can bring relief. This life is more than unpleasant, nearly unbearable. There is no future in this life. Yesterday runs into today, today into tomorrow. This is not life as we know it, just an existence. Life is better than existenceg existence is better than death. This existence is one stop from the end of the road. Ross Wilson.