Arvida High School - Yearbook (Arvida, Quebec Canada)

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Ilaunnur Bull The following list of names of those men and women who served in the armed forces during World War ll appears on the Honour Roll of the Arvida High School. lMissl -2 Q Daniel Aspinall fJames Beresford John Beresford William Beresford iiGordon Black iiGrant Campbell Roy Campbell Gordon Cooper Ethel Dearasaugh Christin Enslev Roy Enslev Jack Exvensen Lindsay Finney Ray Finney James Greene Thomas Heard Nesbitt Hurley Geoffrey Hutchin Eugene Jousse 1TeacherJ John Juras Chester Lambert Leo Lehtonen Mikey Marinacci Emmett McCartin Percy McLellan i' Have made the supreme sacrifice. 1MissJ 1MissJ James McLeod Melvin McLeod Stanley McLeod Albert McNutt Lloyd McNutt Robert Morrison Cecile Riddell Ernest Rodgers Gordon Saunders Peter Schoch Arnold Schoch Grace Smith tTeacherJ William Sproule Douglas Stronghill Frank VanDame Joe VanDame Keith Wake Robert Wake Richard Whitaker William Whitaker Richard Willows Robert Wyber Hughie Young Walter Zawadsky

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Q2 HIS MAJESTY, THE RIVER High in the vast unknown called the water- shed, little brooks form and start the long journey to the ocean. These brooks gradually unite until the once small rivulets become a raging torrent defying all. Rushing and ra- cing it journeys on, until suddenly it is in the midst of a great quiet body of water, a lake. Slowly journeying through the lake His Majesty becomes impatient to be on his way again. Suddenly he is free and bigger and his pent up fury is released as he dashes off the falls, showering and springing, turning and twisting, pouring and roaring, moaning and foaming, dividing and gliding and sliding, clattering and battering and shattering, re- coiling, turmoiling and toiling and boiling, until with a rise and a leap it is on its way again. More subjects join His Majesty in the form of brooks, and he rushes along increasing in size until salt water and level country slow him down until he empties into the ocean and enjoys a well-earned rest. His Majesty has ended his reign, but his successors are fol- lowing. For men may come, and men may go, but I go on forever. GEORGE GORDON Grade 11 EARLY AMBITIONS Many, if not all, children born and brought up in Canada or the United States of America have, at one time or another, wanted to be a cowboy or cowgirl, whichever was the most convenient. I am not an exception to this, as for a period of almost five years I wanted to be a cowboy. I used to eat, drink, think, dream and act as a cowboy. Riding the wide open spaces of the front yard on my mythical black stallion, I would kill outlaws at a rate of ap- proximately ten per minute. Being a cowboy was great fun until I dis- covered the Royal Canadian Mounted Police in various books and comics. I discarded my imaginary cowboy suit and donned my none- the-less imaginary R.C.M.P. uniform. I always got my man, which is nothing strange among the Mounties. When I was old enough to understand that dreaded noun WAR I became a soldier and would lie by the corner of the house and shoot at the trees in the forest at the back of my house, as if they were the charging enemy. I was alone. My buddies were all dead. I was wounded in at least twenty-five places. But did I give in? No sir. I kept fighting until supper time. Meals were often interrupted when sud- denly I would leap from my chair, grab my trusty wooden Htommy gun and shoot an Henemy who had come too close. One day my career as a soldier came to a sad end. I had run out of ammunition and had gradually sneaked up on a group of 'tGer- mans who were standing around with loaded guns. You must not forget that these Ger- mansi' were really trees, I forgot, I was so carried away by my imagination that I leapt into the group and started to swing my tom- my gun.'QCrack I I That was the last of my weapon. I was so broken-hearted I could hard- ly eat for a day or two. I would not tell my fa- ther I had broken my gun because he would have laughed at the way I had broken it. One day I went for a bus ride with my father. Then my ambition was to be a bus dri- ver. This ambition was quickly abandoned when I was told of several accidents in which buses come out second-best. I went through a phase of wanting to be everything from a street-cleaner to a king in the course of less than a year. My next ambition was to be a cartoonist but that idea was abandoned, but not com- pletely, two or three years ago. I was off to a good start, if I must say so myself, but had no time to continue. At the present I am thinking of making the Royal Canadian Navy my career. GEORGE GORDON Grade 11

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