Appleby College - Argus Yearbook (Oakville, Ontario Canada)

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Academic Honour Roll Gold Optimates J: Hall Brooks P. To E. Hebert 1 N. Waterfield M. Pendharkar B. Williams S. Roloff C. Zahovskis J. Rosseel timates ; Sept.-Ju W. Beasley J. Rachmaninoff E. Dickens M. Van Tighem 1 T. Green 1 T. French D. Hou A. Halliday N. Jamieson A. Keil A. Kishino G. Stott R. Large C. Wood }timate s Jan. -Jul W. Beasley M. Van Tighem 1 E. Dickens A. Chan M. Gall T. French T. Green 1 A. Halliday D. Hou D. Josselyn P. Jackson 1 A. Keil N. Jamieson S. Robertson A. Kishino G. Stott R. Large B. Stuart J. Rachmaninoff M. Thomson D. Samaroo C. Wood A. Yeo Unsupervised Study List Sept.- June W.C. Beasley D. Webb 1 B.T. Davies A. Halliday E.R. Dickens A. Keil T.J. Green 1 G. Stott D. Hou B. Stuart N.M. Jamieson C. Wood J. Rachmaninoff T.L. Moffat G.L Stewart G. Leggat M. Van Tighem 1 C. Richards C. Thompson

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It was the best of times; it was the worst of times; it was the age of wisdom; It was the age of foolishness . . . and so it was in Walker House. No one incident stands out as being exceptional this year, but it is the little things that we remember - The Trekies crowding around the television while someone vainly tried to play a game of pool; Frank Merrill being covered with shaving cream; Stroke Logan sleeping through breakfast; the Pittites slaughtering each other with their pillows; Bruce Peart still trying to get a sun tan; music blaring in the halls - Carly Simon, Barbara Streisand (!!), Kiss (?); Brad Webb up to his tricks again; someone spending two hours on the telephone at ' peak times ' ; the boys on the top deck going out to play a round of golf; Rex Titmuss jumping on beds; Can I have permission on top deck being yelled at In- visible prefects; wierd Trinidadlan and Jamaican slang echoing about the house; John Ritson forgetting to bring the milk; soccer and football being played in front of the house and in the salad bowl. Walker House has its share of characters small ones, and uh hum, tall ones, and everyone contributed to its func- tioning. In some cases, we were called upon to defend our house both verbally and physically and did it with a fervour. If not the best house, we at least ranked within the top three! I am sure that the House would not be what it was without the help of the house ladies who cleaned up after us whenever we went astray and the duty masters who tried to keep us from going astray in the first place. In particular. It Is fitting that we thank Mr. Birkett and Mr. and Mrs. Day, all of whom will un- fortunately be leaving us. Mr. Day has been with us for three years and during that time has helped to make Walker House a great place to live. We wish him all the best for the future. The Management Walker House The pots are twinkling away on the shelf of the Common Room, mute minions of the John Bell Shield, while the delighted shouts of victorious athletes still seem to echo along the now empty hallways. The Management smile, tiredly. Their moment of glory has been long in coming and is but that - a moment. The sound of success is their swan song and they have gone from us . . . Seal, Tailleur, Jim, Rolo, Bruce, Slatts, Jamie, Kink .... To you who remain they provided example and incentive, lavished praise or blame, and sought to lead as best they could. They cared for you, they cared about you and about me - they cared for the House, for the School. They were formed by the exam- ple of others now long gone; In their turn, in their different ways they have passed this essence of Appleby on to you. The respon- sibility for this is now yours. And in a quiet moment, just sit back and try to imagine to yourself what it is that composes this essence; what it was and Is that those now gone were trying to demonstrate to you. Humility, in- tegrity, charity, self-confidence . . they are dry old words indeed. Transpose them into actions, however . . If that reads like part of a ser- mon, you must excuse me. My native Wales has the reputation of producing teachers, preachers and singers and permutations thereof. Fortunately for you, I cannot break Into Hen Wlad Fy Nhadau to complete that triad! Not until next Dydd Gwyl Dewl, anyways. PIT CLOSES!! . . . Heaven and hell were very real places to the Wales of the 19th century religious revival. The Devil lurked underground and to work in the mines was perhaps to put oneself Into closer proximity to the latter. To work down in the pit was the normal expectation: to close a pit, then, was to deprive a community of Its only means of livelihood. And now our Walker Pit has worked its last shift. No strike call has gone out, however; Instead one hears sighs of relief. The construction of extra accommodation above the Dormitory block will resolve our problem of being crowded and should provide comfortable living for those who occupy the new rooms. Perhaps the house will even look like a Holiday Inn . The vintage of 76 has been a memorable one, and looks well for the years to come, Under New Management . And so my swan song ends. Philip Day