Elmwood School - Samara Yearbook (Ottawa, Ontario Canada)

 - Class of 1976

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C I 7 Z ' i- Mrs. Whitwill, Head Mistress Judith Chance, Mrs. Whitwill, Mrs. Aldous, Wendy MacPhee. Heather Mcintosh, Judith Chance, Mrs. Whitwill, Virginia Dunsby, Wendy MacPhee, Ann Hierlihy. (Absent: Susan Atack) The school through our eyes! Mme. Sabourin Mrs. Churchill Mrs. Davies Miss Gwilym Mrs. Gundy Mrs. Birch-Jones Mrs. Harwood-Jones Mrs. Routliffe Mrs. MacDonald Mrs. Chance Mrs. Coverdale Mrs. Turkington Mrs. Schultz Mrs. Wood Mrs. St. Macary 4 Mrs. Carter Mrs. Adams Mrs. Hoy STAFF NOTES Who said: Anyone need anything down the hill? (Mrs. Mac Donald) You need MORE paper for the copying machine? (Mrs. Adams) When I asked for plain biscuits I didn ' t expect THESE. I prefer Peek Freans with a mor- sel of cheese. (Mrs. Scott) Well it ' s ten o ' clock - time to go home for lunch! (Miss Gwilym) These are NOT my books - and hands off my scissors! (Mrs. Coverdale) Is anybody teaching NOW?????? (Mrs. Chance) Where can you buy a warm summer coat in this country? Got it. (Mrs. St. Macary) I can ' t die in Ontario in French so I can ' t die. By the way, who put that damn buzzer in? (Mrs. Sabourin) Oh God, I ' ve screwed my contact lens! (Mrs. Davies) Scientifically speaking - you ' ll never guess what Stephen did today! (Mrs. Gundy) Hey ducks . . . Who ' s in my parking spot? (Mrs. Birch -Jones) I ' ve had that spot for eighty years and I ' m not moving now. (Gross exaggeration) (Mrs. Harwood -Jones) If you don ' t want to do it you don ' t have to do it. (Mrs. Wood) Your grandma and I learned it this way but the Ontario Math Commission has improved on all that. (Mrs. Routliffe) WHO is taking me home tonight? (Mrs. Peat) Let us play. (Rev. Green) No way kids! No way! Oh, by the way . . . about exams . . . it ' s that time again girls . . . (Mrs. Aldous) No - your work does not look like Picasso ' s! (Mrs. Brown) Well no . . . it ' s never been done that way in the past. (Mrs. Carter) Guess what Bronwyn did today? (Mrs. Schultz) Right then! How DO you tell a female cat from a male cat? (Mrs. Churchill) Do you know all the pianos are out of tune! (Mrs. Poon) Shall I have the car repaired or my teeth filled? (Mrs. Turkington) Gil A 1)1 J AT KS ■ WENDY MacPHEE Wendy has been the terror of the school for seven years. She is probably the only head girl in history who got in more trouble than the rest of the school put together, but she is probably also the most well loved. Her years at Elmwood were spent having jello fights, locking teachers out of classrooms, kicking in doors, " exploring " the basement and other off-limits areas, and initiating new girls into the ways of our class. Each new girl learned that you don ' t engage in a battle of either wits or fists with Wendy, she ' s well armed and danger- ous. Wendy will be at Ottawa U. next year, and without her cries of " Oh, why was I born? " and her famous " bug off! " Elmwood will never be the same. Good Luck! SUSAN VAAST Susan joined us halfway through grade ten. Quiet, but not shy, she has been especial- ly cheerful in grade thirteen and has put up with the mayhem remarkably well. She comes in every second morning claiming to have about sixty more babies, and what ' s more many of them are green! Somethingis fishy here. Also, we ' re never quite sure where she ' s been on the week- ends, somewhere between here and Mon- treal. Despite all, Susan ' s father was vot- ed the most handsome Papa of the year, n ' est pas Sue? She ' s bound for Mariana- polis next year and we wish her lots of luck. JUDITH CHANCE Judith took over Ranjy ' s place as the shortest person in the class, " Just at choking level! " . Although only with us for two years she is now senior prefect. Al- ways neat, though not always proper. She has the biggest jewelry collection in the world. Too bad it isn ' t hers, right Judith? A redhead who has been very well imitat- ed, Judith was at one time noted for los- ing the buttons off her sweater. Next year she ' s off to Queens. We ' ve voted her most likely to become nanny to the Royal Family. 9 BRENDA HILL Brenda has been at Elmwood for three years and in that time has become an im- portant and well -loved member of our class. A common sight this year has been Brenda returning from an " Eco " class, breathing deeply and expounding those most familiar words, " Thought I was gonna die! " . Was it the murderous Econo- mics tests or just her own amazement with the economic feasibility of the Olympics? She is above all honest. We know her af- fections can ' t be bought even for a " million bucks " or one " B. S. C. " . We all wish Brenda the best of luck. SUSAN ATACK Suzie came to Elmwood in grade seven as a skinny little girl with long braids and chipmunk cheeks. After seven years of hard work she has blossomed forth into a tall Vogue model, (for Elmwood uniforms and rather non-existent bikinis!). While being a pro rider she is also an excellent chauffeur as she has had ample experience bombing down to Theresa ' s with a car loac of screaming, dancing Elmwood ladies? And rushing back in time for classics. Sue has been known for her constant smile, les cutsie talk, her clothes and perfume, and her love of math and chem- istry! Sue is on the dance committee and is the head of Fry. Next year Sue hopes to attend Ottawa U. with several other Elm- woodians. Her probable destination will be as a belly dancer in Mexico if she can ever get away from us! 10 VIRGINIA DUNSBY Virginia has been our dormouse for five years. She can always be found sleeping in the back of our good old English classes. She was our drink machine caretaker and, as one of the tuck truckers, created quite a sensation by raising the price of choco- late from ten to twelve cents. Between her moments of balletic inspiration, she trots back and forth to Ashbury for music les- sons. Virginia will never be forgotten for her enthusiasm, and her school spirit, and the way she has of making everyone feel wanted. Best of luck now. Keep smiling! ANN HIERLIHY Ann joined us two years ago and was soon known for her animalistic yet profitable plays on the basketball court. This year has proved a more exciting one for her as she has had numerous overseas communi- cations with her beloved Swedish - Bajan connections - and soon became very fond of OREO COOKIES - right Annie? She was also one of the five to go to Florida this year. As prefect and head of Keller, her year has had its share of responsibility and various plans with good results. She is planning to enter Ottawa University in Arts and we all wish her the best of luck and keep smiling Ann! LEANDRA RAMCHARAN Leandra ' s renowned oxfords have been making their way to Elmwood for five years. This last year Leandra has been on the Formal Committee and sports captain for Nightengale house. If she ' s not found in the common room deep in a intellectual discussion, " give me the raw " , or singing in the front hall " That ' s poo " , she could be found pouring tea to the " Daughters of the Empire " . Her diplomatic training and placid manner forever saved the class from world war three. We will always be grateful for her " home for lost Elmwood girls " and chauffered driven rides to the Chinese restaurant. Leandra will be re- membered for her smile and her friend- ship to all. She will be leaving in June for the West Indies, to follow her father ' s foot- steps as a lawyer. She was voted most likely to work on a dock loading bananas on a banana boat. HEATHER MclNTOSH Heather has been at Elmwood for six years and during that time has been a prefect, chapel monitor, tuck monitor, and a mem- ber of the library committee. Heather is more commonly known for her little black book and her races with Judith in math and physics. To our knowledge Heather is the only one to this day who has actually been able to work in the common room despite the noise, not that she needed to with her high marks. She is well on her way to ' be- ing a nuclear physicist! We will always remember Heather for being thoughtful, kind and helpful without complaints except for the occasional heck-a-doodle. Thank you Heather and good luck at Ottawa University. 12 OLENKA GRYGIER Olenka drifted into our midst in grade ten. Ever since then she has made her mark by doing everything that the rest of us don ' t. Her head is always in a history book even when Mrs. D. is trying to teach us something. Olenka includes in the num- bers of her lovers a certain Mr. N. , about whom she knows everything. More recently we have heard a lot about Mr. H. , but that passion has passed. She is a his- tory freak and as such she astounds us with her gorgeous renaissance clothes on dress up days. Voted most likely to be- come a communist revolutionary, Olenka is off to Queens next year to study history and art. We know she will succeed wher- ever she goes. MAURA CLARK Moom fled the manacles of co-education with her arrival at Elmwood this year, bringing with her, her famous " knee- s lapping, shoulder shaking, drooling laugh " . The only rival to Sue as a threat to the Elmwood ceilings Moom has proven herself eager and willing to do " anything you get a pin for " . One of the group of five who went to Florida, Moom found out that she doesn ' t tan well. Maura has worked hard this year at math as well as other subjects and was given the honorary title of " Miss Teen Economics " . Next year Moom hopes to terrorize the lecture halls of the University of Toronto and we all are confident that she will succeed. Good luck, Moom, you have left your mark ! 13 FORM NOTES GRADE TWELVE Tina Kealy Mimi Singh Holly Dowden ABSENT: Judy Martin, Ann-Marie LaTraverse. Rosana Ma Sonya Taticek Martha Gillies Barbara Clark Andrea Lawrence Margaret Taylor Keltie Johnston Judi Young Susan Forgues Jane Martin Rosalind Jones Diane Fielding GRADE 12 PENITENTIARY Mrs. H arwood -Jones : Wanted for swallowing the prison key. Barb Clark: Beezer: Wanted for popping popeye pills Martha Gillies alias Muffets: Wanted for her big bash. Keltie Johnston alias killer: Wanted for hustling Holly Dowden alias Dowdy: Wanted for smuggling food outside. Diane Fielding alias blondie: Wanted for entering late. Ros Jones alias Roo: Wanted for perversion. Sue Forgues: Wanted for being a new girl. Tina Kealy alias Yum-Yum: Wanted for crashing weight-watchers. Anne-Marie La Traverse alias Grog: Wanted for being an accomplice in illegal distilling. Andrea Lawrence alias Nerd: Wanted for trying. Helen Leslie alias Cricket: You name it, she did it! Rosanna Ma alias Little Ma: Wanted for her math. Jane Martin alias Skid: Wanted for swearing. Judy Martin alias Ratz : Wanted for receiving A. A. papers. Karen McNulty alias Reckless: Wanted for hit and run. Susan Reid alias smasher: Wanted for skipping (to) classes. Sonya Taticek alias Junior: Wanted for bouncing. Mimi Singh alias commie: Wanted for spreading Cuban conspiracy. Margaret Taylor alias S. F. : Wanted for assault with whipped cream. Judi Young alias inch: Wanted for deadly side- kick. 17 GRADE ELEVEN Dele Afolabi Carla Peppier Paula Yewchuk Karen Molson Raine Phythian Rowena Maclure Cathy Holland Elizabeth Sellers Gillian Fitzgibbon Julie Sumner Jennifer Johnston Debra Rogers Jennifer Harris Beverley Bociek Mme. Sabourin Pauline Blair R.I.P. GRADE ELEVEN Dele: Someone went bird hunting. Pauline: I ' m here but not functioning. Laurie: Died in a duel - chocolate pudding at 20 paces. Beverly: First person to die in a non -fatal car crash. Diane: Died from verbal diarrhoea, (excessive looseness of mouth) Gill: Nailed by a horseshoe. Jennifer: " I told you I was sick " . Cathy: Died of Dutch Elm (wood) disease. Jenni: Her brother sat on her. Rowena: Tangled with her bicycle chain. Karen: Written to death. Rosemary: Fell through the ice. Alix: Heard Dele singing. Car la: Jaws; she was gummed to death. Raine: Jumped over a cliff after her contact lenses. Debbie: Ever tried a mixture of rum, vodka, oozo, gin, beer . . . Elizabeth: Old age? Marie: Walked under a tall doorway and forgot to duck. Susan: Died of shock - she kissed a prince and turned into a frog. Julie: Went through a small doorway and forgot to duck. Paula: Swallowed her flute. Mme. Sabourin: English, French and Spanish were just too much for her. 19 GRADE TEN Sandra Ulch Elizabeth Camp Rachel Jackson Lynne Houwing Nadine Cvetanovic Debbie Jamieson Jennifer Thorsteinson Susan Anderson Amanda Greenhalgh Janet Watt Sian Warwick U! m Mrs. Wood: The French are very logical and emo- tional. Sarah Murray: Our very own leprechaun! Elizabeth Camp: Does she or doesn ' t she? Amanda Greenhalgh: " Shape up or ship out! " Felicity Smith: The little green sprout. Pamela Sumner: Still waters run deep! Debby Jamieson: " Back ' ome ... " Susan Leftly: " You queer! " Julia Houston: " Paul Newman is a P(h)unk. " Sian Warick: A bottle of wine, a loaf of bread and L. K. O. Jenn Thorsteinson: " Charlie my darling ... " Nadine Cvetanovic: She ' s got it all sewn up. Kim Aylette: Who has left his mark? Susannah Power: Nozo knows noses. Susan Anderson: Good things come in small packages. Rachael Jackson: Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Lynne Houwing: What does Lynne do at all her Ash- bury classes! Sandra Ulch: " Oh really! " Sarah Murray Susan Leftly Julia Houston Felicity Smith 21 GRADE NINE Julie LaTraverse Siobhan Devine Heather Kelly Pamela Houwing Victoria Gall Elizabeth Watson Susan Yewchuk Kathy Green Sandy Zagerman Christine Humphreys Kathy Fraser Sarah Martin Michele Hall Francesca Coe Heather Kelly Sheena Fraser Louise Toscas Beatrix Podewils Candy Warren Jill Reid 22 fewfc and thi km Vj A - cse (rvarWss ooV Q V - ose crvarWds ooV i ? n 4sl L ™C horned ?? vc .y 23 GRADE EIGHT Debra Hillary Susannah Warren Roberta Shmelzer Jennifer Horwood Branka Stavric Elizabeth Rennie Robyn Stoner Misty Britton Ann Merker Soraya Farha Lynda Hall Allison Provencal Andrea Korda Christine Parlour Christine Assad Erin Verhey Barbara Ballantyne Patricia Orizaga Alison Lee Laura Empson 24 Mrs. Chance Vive le Quebec! : Christine Assad 5 foot 8 got a " date: Barb Ballantyne Giggles on ice: Elizabeth Rennie " Well everybody thought Einstein was a nut " : Laura Empson Our friendly neighbourhood bookworm: Alison Lee The classiest jerk: Roberta Shmelzer The nicest cleaning in town: Debbie Hillary Class Swinger: Jenny Horwood Red is it: Misty Britton U. F. O. ' s Ahoy! Sue Warren " Einstein? " : Andrea Korda The future inventor: Christine Parlour Duck! Here she comes! : Branka Stavric Fuzzy, Wuzzy: Allison Provencal The future Perry Mason II: Soraya Farha The future skating champion (hopefully) : Robyn Stoner Dimples: Lynda Hall Pat-a-cake, Pat-a-cake: Patricia Orizaga Quiet brilliance: Erin Verhey " What? What? Beg your pardon? " : Ann Merker 25 GRADE SEVEN Kathy Suh Joanne Harvey Patricia Schoeller Mary Jane Pigott Ruth Alexander Janet Laven Janet Burrows Katharina Podewils Alexandra Power Cynthia Mallett 26 Christine Wurtele Janie Shmelzer Mrs. Coverdale 0 0 OA 0 0 GRADE 7 COOKIE MONSTER 27 Lesley Banner - No chance! Tory Benitz - Tell Mary I ' m thory. Andrea Cardinal - Bobby pin hater. Erika Coetzee - Thingy. Darya Farha - Giggle girl. Alexis Feron - That ' s O.K. I suppose. Sylvie Joly - Micky Mouse. Brenda Kimmel - Twinkle Toes. Mary White - Tell Tory I ' m thory. Pat Pezoulas - Greek Gabbler. Dorothy Shanker - Sponge toffee kid. Libby Sellars - Libby Libby on the table. Liz Gatti - San Francisco all the way. Anne Tessier - Cat Lover. Whitney Taylor - Horse freak. Sylvie Weatherup - Ears at last. Martha Gal g ave Q Texas Prairie Chicken. Susan Wurtele Carol Nesbit - Hang in there baby, Friday ' s coming. Mrs. Macdonald - Hi! Hi! Brenda Kimmel Carol Nesbitt Elizabeth Gatti Darya Farha Erika Coetzee Lesley Banner Mary White Martha Gall 29 GRADE FIVE Mrs. St. Macary JflF - n ft il .11 Gillian Benitz Lisa Mierins Gemma Devine Christine Kelly JLI Juliana Farha Marion Jones Maureen Assaly Lynda Booker Lucy Adams Susan Roston Vanessa Thomas Helen Harvey Christine Eggarhos Karen Wilson Christine McCartney Sheila Reid Absent: Mrs. St. Macary 31 PREPS Ruby Eggarhos Caroline Garwood Kathyrn Young Laura Macintosh Debra Adams Leilani Farha Donata Schoeller Nynetha Portal -Foster Michele Friend Caroline Garwood I like reading. Horses are my favourite an- imals. I go horse riding every summer. My favourite fruit is a carrot. I like living in the country. Ruby Eggarhos I like to swim alot in the summer. I was born in November, 1966. The best animal I like is a deer. I have brown eyes and brown hair. I am nine years old and my fa- vourite food is bananas. Katherine Young. In school my favourite thing is reading. My favourite food is chicken. My favourite thing to do in the classroom is to be on the door. I was born in Cambridge, England. Nynetha Portal-Foster I like dogs because they can help us or you can keep them as a pet. Dogs can help us in many ways. At school there are many things to do like English, reading and many other things. My favourite thing in school is math. Laura Mcintosh I love sheep and wool, and I love to eat lamb. I love to wear wool sweaters. I love sheeps face and I am a Canadian. Debbie Adams My favourite thing is math. And I like to disguise my voice. I am an animal lover. I love eating meats. I love playing games too. Mich el e Friend I love to eat dill pickles. I eat four apples every day. I love horses. I day-dream a- lot. I am very ticklish. Leilani Farha My best lesson in school is ark My favour - ite fruit is cantaloup. These are some of my best sports: riding, bending and swim- ming. I love math and also to play the piano. Mindi Schoeller My favourite thing in school is art. I have three favourite animals: cats, dogs, and horses. My favourite things to do are play- ing, running, riding and swimming. cE l« Ao LITERATURE THE BULL The bull came roaring down the track with terrifying speed. Its feet were wheels which tore along the track at a fascinating rate. Its structure was of steel and many a boulder had been seen to attack it, yet it still lived. Allison Provencal PEOPLE Some people are like icicles; when they are cold there is something to them but when they melt the substance disappears. Others are like trees, they bend with the wind, but when it is calm they are individuals. Some are like the sun; their warmth is hidden by clouds , on good days they are glowing on bad they are difficult to find. Others are like flowers; they look beautiful for awhile then they wither and die. The best people are like the dawn; they come everyday, sometimes grey, sometimes amazing; dependable and beautiful. Barb Clark 37 38 YOU ' RE NOT ALONE, MR. ARNOLD You stood alone on Dover Beach, And watched the waves in ebb and flow You mourned the death of faith in Man And why your God had willed it so. The Sea of Faith retreated fast, Pagan armies roamed the earth You dreaded the coming of the night that He dispelled in mortal birth. Mr. Arnold, nothing ' s changed, One hundred years have passed since then And the blackness that surrounds us now is darkest in the hearts of men. I have no beach on which to mourn, But I have words for your sad heart. For in a Pagan time and life, You showed conviction in your part So for you and the great men of our past, from beast and bird, from hill and stone A message, from those who love their God MR. ARNOLD, YOU ARE NOT ALONE. Alix Parlour SKIING Flying down the hill on air One may see a gentle flair Emerge from beneath the skis With the greatest ease. Slowly gliding over ice, One skates over in a thrice. The tow is just below, With not too far to go. Coming in to catch the tow, One sits down and watches below. A new run has started, With the same thrill of those before. Susan Reid DAWN Perennial tides are washing the rocks, As Aurora blushes and tints the horizon. Underneath and behind follows Apollo Lining his steeds before the sun. In swift leaps do they toil Never stopping for rest from their task. Everlasting light is their chore Before the flaming daystar they gallop Learned kneel before these gods. Apollo, Aurora - ancient as Time, Idle heathen know them not, Ridicule the light of day, and Despair. Pauline Blair 39 The horse of pureness, all clean and white, Stood on the hill watching, waiting, at the valley. The horse of darkness as black as coal, Stood in the valley watching, waiting, at the hill. Their eyes were beating red at each other. Damned are the souls with eyes of red, the horse on the hill, the horse in the valley. They charged at each other with fury, with spite, And met on the hill wheeling, tossing their heads with impatience. The horses of pureness and darkness had bewitching yet intentional behaviour. Bubbling hot blood ran down the front legs of the no longer bleached white horse, The horse from the hill. The red stained horse that was known to be pure, lay bestride on damp red earth. The horse of darkness as black as coal, Stood in the valley watching, waiting at the hill. The horse that was once pure, all clean and white, lay on the hill with closed red eyes facing the valley. Gillian FitzGibbon 40 FREE is a wild- eyed pony, galloping through the golden seaspray at dawn. D E PiT of Av ErV ET TO C V . J L " " W V nA WoUj V NvoJSv v4. , -VVv .v Ao |t U- " , 1 v oul bVlW u oJxtvsA |OU.V JL»VH ( bVciVtoy « U. ' l r 5 a» " . %W« ' S | bt Uf Colin. , Sok - cX r n«- i .... Wv) v ov Vc cV cooN . YsbU %vx cvx iotv o c ; sSo t i N " vcVt , X«.cvcV. -o i " Vo » v tft V c MORNING GLORY Ring! Buzz! Ding! " Time to get up, " I said to myself. " I ' m so tired though, " I answered. " I think I ' ll sleep a bit more. " " No, come on, you ' ll be late again. " " Oh, but I don ' t want to get up. " " Rise and Shine! " I got up. " It ' s so cold. " " You ' ll be warm in a few minutes. " " It ' s dark, I can ' t see anything. " " Turn on the lights. " " They ' re too bright, they ' ll hurt my eyes. " " Well, open the curtains then. " I opened the curtains. " Hey, it snowed last night! " " Hmm, yes it did. " " It ' s beautiful isn ' t it? Like a new world, all peaceful and quiet. It looks empty and deserted but somehow I get the feeling that it ' s just ready to burst with freshness and new things to learn. It seems to say that there ' s more to life than I realized. " " I think I ' ll get up early from now on. " Paula Yewchuk My Island. An island in the sun, with me as number one - all alone, frothy waves crashing to the sandy shore, but to you I do implore - peacefulness, seagulls screeching madly, and myself I feel badly about being alone, the beautiful green palms blowing in the wind, like feathers; in the light sea breeze. The silky sand on the beaches glistening, as I lay listening to the calling, of the wild birds, the sun is getting hotter, rising high above me, till it nearly blinds me, making me squint my eyes. But now the moon is shining, and I am dining on a sea food dinner, the palms have stopped their blowing, and the wicked wind a moaning, and the night sounds are obvious, through the bush my island is no longer in the sun, but I am still number one and all alone. Debbie Rogers. His music touched me with a crystai clearness that I never would have expected. His words filled the air and the skies, with the wonder of living he knew the secret of making others feel wanted. He was magic in every sense And once in a while you could see him sparkle in the night and mistake him for a star . . . Susan Vaast OUR BLACK BROTHERS You were the prime matter In creating the white empire. We extricated the salt and mud From your sweat, tears and blood To erect the palace of freedom Of Western Christendom. We rode on you, black horses, We exhilarated, you foaming and exhausted Through alien courses Alien to you Valiant horses. To victory out battles you fought And then what became of your lot? We turned you into faucets Through which we could flush The basest in us ! Rise up, black man, And for once comprehend What you hate and despise Is the white in you from us. Arise, not in vengeful rage, But in full consciousness Of your blackedness. Otherwise you might anew become The whip of new rulers to come. Mimi Singh 44 Silently He treads Through the valleys of my mind A shadowy vision In a definite form An idea I pondered An image Yet so real I follow a path searching As a choice taunts quietly from Deep within He is there But not quite tangible And so He treads softly on But someday he will have a name For someday He will be mine He will tread softly with me through my life And if I do not find Him Then he must be As I am Alone. Cathy Holland CHILDREN OF PEACE On an island free, the sun shone On an island enclosed, the sun fell In a quiet land, the children played In a troubled land, the children cried The woman crept in the dark of night To save the children of the troubled land The woman walked in the bright of day To teach the children of the quiet land The child cried in a pile of rubble That was his home before the bomb The woman stole the child from the rocks And spirited him to the other land He woke on a ship o ' er a sea of blue The seagull ' s cry was softer than a shell ' s The woman held himTn her arms of love Relaxed with peace, not tense with fear The woman taught and brought together Enemies into allies all All races together in a common cause To escape the mental spider ' s web of hate One day all children will be free For no adults will be left to fight the wars The war-torn countries will be left to age alone In a new land they will live as one forever On an island free, the sun still shines On an island enslaved, the sun still falls In a quiet land, the children still play And in a troubled land The little ones still cry and cry and cry and cry Jennifer Harris The wind comes as you take it It can blow hard at times but remember the sun will never stop shining the sun is an eternal gift of happiness never to be lost even when the wind comes and seems to tear your mind into little pieces of nothingness the sun will always remain shining and peacefully telling you that the wind does die down and there will be, a tomorrow. and there will be, really more times of joy, to come . . . Susan Vaast UNINHIBITED The emptiness dies without dignity when voices retreat, duly collared to perform tragic comedies still no one laughs. gagged by common freedom, to be controlled or condemned by brothers : they turn away from the quivering white sheets, and trip over their eyes, still no one has laughed when voices recover the room, unleashed to survive to love without pride. Karen Molson THE VICTORY The horses freely ran down the pasture, They didn ' t stop, they only ran faster. A mare and her colt ran slowly behind, Calling the rest to keep up in time. They stumbled and kicked . . . and tried to bite, Another stallion, there ' ll be a fight. They screamed and wheeled their feet through the air, A fight, of death, for a herd of mare! He tore and kicked at his challenger ' s skin, With his mighty strength, that lay within. The challenger slowly fell to the ground, A painful death, he lay in a mound. The mares and colts turned round to graze, A filly watched the mound and stared in a daze. The stallion cried out a victory scream, Then quenched his thirst from a trickling stream. He wheeled and tossed his head through the air, A fight that was won for his herd of mare. He proudly walked away to move his herd, The death of a fool; he was assured. The horses freely ran down the pasture, They didn ' t stop, they only ran faster! Gillian FitzGibbon Superior people talk about ideas, Mediocre people talk about things, Little people talk about other people. 51 The sun beat down hard on the ground Yet in the air there was not a sound. Then a stirring, a sound like thunder, I sat in the heat and began to wonder. No not thunder, a thousand horses ' hooves; A sound like rain on one hundred roofs. From a silent world they came, A hundred horses all the same. The sun pressed on my shoulders, the tension mounted, As I sat, still hundreds more I counted. A thousand horses bearing down, I let out a cry: " No! I ' m too young! I ' m too young to die! " I sat up with a start. I was alone. It was dark. A lump in my throat, a pain in my head. I lay back on my pillow, I wasn ' t dead. Sadie. . TIME EXPOSURE i painted my corduroy castle lisped on fingers still clasped in mindless incapacity. then searching to find you again, exposed inside your web of skin i took your ironed isolations drew you out, one by one sideways. i became, we became in the delirium, yet mostly a fish in air still am I becoming. Karen Molson HIS OUR ROAD skip past the parking lot past the rows of yellow minutes wasted, take my hand again, o promise: my love, when your touch is still and stars we grasp to share wrestle blinking, from such a desperation wake me bury our faces and run, until our strength has sped, yes surge, lift your lungs- the parking lot is dead- quickening, out steps away. careful now, picked among burnt eyelids, swift where we move on this our road the rows of strewn yellow minutes torn and stretching and we live our mended promises. Karen Molson THE PRISM Each angle or point of view, Leads the mind to a different colour Or pathway to knowledge. Each shimmering sparkle, A remembered incident. The object as a whole, never ceases to change, Constantly searching for new varieties and challenges Mellow colours are followed by pastel colours, Which in turn are followed by bright ones: Each marking a change or development in life. Once a new colour is found - It cannot be re -sought, for colours in this prism Cannot be re-established, Nor can life be re -lived. I can take any empty space and call it a bare stage. A man walks across this empty space whilst someone else is watching him, and this is all that is need- ed for an act of theatre to be engaged. Masses of flowers, she said. Masses and masses, just masses of flowers. Flowers from the Buchanans, from Ken and Fran, from Aunt Winifred, from . . . she ' s wearing a pink dress, a pink dress she said, with the pearls Dad gave her when you were born, Birdie she said. And her hands are covered folded under so people won ' t see how crooked they are. Just stand there, tell the people who you are she said and lead them to see Mum and talk to them she said yes he said they ' ll want to know how she died but I can ' t tell them about the pearls could never no I couldn ' t either she said Birdie. Lead them to the casket she said, Dad ' s pink flowers and we picked out the coffin yesterday match the dress per- fectly you know she looks so peaceful, so unlike herself especially lately, she said, yes he agreed always on the go so full of life she looks so different she said, it ' s sad at first Birdie . . . " And there shall be no more death, Nor shall there be any more pain. " The inscription in the window in the chapel hall. It made me angry. All those stupid people who believe in a god. The old man is so different. I see him as a stranger would see him. Thin and b ent and brittle, skin stretched over dry bones, veins green and pushing out of his skulled temples. When he speaks his voice shakes, telling the others not to wait for him, he is slow. Big clumsy hands pushing a knife and fork, knocking biscuits off the plate trying to pick the buttered one up. When he takes off his glasses it is a shock to see that the blue eyes, red at the bottom with pink lids, have a film over them. And when he puts the glasses on again they slip down his nose to rest on a red, open sore, raw from rubbing. He appeared in front of me at the funeral parlour and his face was strangely distorted in its closeness, too close. " Would you like to come with us to - " " No. " I turned my head away and closed my eyes again. I heard their footsteps go, carefully at first, on the thick- ly padded carpet, then across to the red carpet where the room divided. I knew he was hurt. Just before I ' d closed my eyes, I ' d seen his face. As if he ' d been struck; the last betrayal. The skeleton returned and sat down beside me facing his son across the room. I looked at him and afterwards wished I hadn ' t, for I saw tears under his eyes and he turned his face from me, miserable. I never told the old man why I didn ' t go with him to look at her. If I had wanted to tell him, I would have liked to say in a low voice, " I ' d just rather remember her the way she was. " But in order to have him hear and under- stand I ' d have had to shout it, and one just doesn ' t shout things like that. It doesn ' t say what you want to say. File out two by two when the limousines come and donations to the S. P. C. A. , she would have wanted it. At last it has sunk in. My grandmother is dead. I remember when I was told, and I just stood there, letting the truth seep into my mind and half -wondering if I was expected to believe it. " Granny ' s dead? " Then we were driving and the sign said to the crematorium let me out let me go! but they wouldn ' t and closed their faces to duty and said we must torture ourselves without ever thinking how she would have liked to have all her friends standing around while she was being burned and shaking I was shaking when I saw where they put the coffin down why do we have to come in here why can ' t it be done by people who are impersonal for god ' s sake? shaking and shaking and shaking and then there was a hand on my back and I jumped and the hand was gone and I saw the crinkly man who had laughed last night with wet eyes for us and he kept on talking while the hissing, com- pressing sound of the flames after it was lowered screamed in my ears and I knew it was her being burnt. I didn ' t cry once. Not today. I will wait until I am sure all the people have gone. Then I will go back into the house. 55 FIRST SNOWFALL Bounding into the white carpet, leap! jump! dance! Down the hill. With your eyes you scan the land of beauty. Stick your mitten - warmed hand into the carpet and let tingles of cold rush round your body. Break up the carpet, send it flying. Pick it up, shape it, throw it, anywhere. Hit a wall ! Watch it go to pieces, disappear into the whiteness of its own world then tramp back up the hill. Darya Farha POETRY Poetry is not my thing, I love to ski, I love to sing, But there ' s something about making rhyme, That makes me think I waste my time. I sit and think and think and sit, And ask, " It ' s hopeless, isn ' t it? " But all around the people say, " Don ' t give up, it doesn ' t pay! " And then I come up with a line But cannot find a word to rhyme I fiddle with pencils and corners of books ' Til classmates give me funny looks. Alex Power As I walk Through the Park I look I listen I dream of summer I look at winter A white cotton- ball blanket - Then I hit slush. Mary Jane Pigott 58 At night, streets are cruel and mean, People come up to you and ask for a buck, you don ' t know what to say, you just stand there and stare at each other. Your eyes become blurry and then you blink And say sorry I don ' t have one. Anne Tessier THE DARKNESS I know I should not hear, So mother tells me, it is so clear. But when I cross the woods at night, And nowhere is a guiding light. I think of all the forces dark and grand, I feel so little where I stand. But then I have a feeling warm, Somebody watches, there is no harm. Patricia Scho eller 60 THE KITE Blowing in the air Rocking like a boat on the sea. The whole blue sky is its own to fool with the birds in. It shifts to the wind Its tail wagging behind like a puppy. Its colours stand out bright and the sun shines on the kite. It stretches and yanks and the pilot must pull and heave it, but the kite plays on, laughing at the world below. The kite is blown into a tree and its laughter seems to turn to a moan as it is caught in the grasping branches. The pilot climbs the tree and rescues the shaking kite and throws it back in the sky and the kite plays on . . . If he comes to you, you ' ll find joy in the smallest things; things like tying shoes, waking up and smiling at a stranger. If he comes to you, put him away in a very safe place, a place where no one else. no one else but you, may touch him. Andrea Tang Darya Farha Glowing The light gleams Squinting Glorious Beautiful Sunlight ! CHRISTINA ' S WORLD Christina gazed at the abandoned farm house. Its walls were gray and aged, and its antique windows were cracked and shattered. A mutilated ladder leaned precariously on a weatherbeaten ledge and its broken shadow slept by its side. The barn was a cave full of bats, once inhabited by fat cows and lazy chickens. In her mind, she could see a lone child wandering through the rooms, examining every drawer, every crevice in the walls. The boards creaked and groaned beneath her feet and the scurrying of mice echoed in the age-stained halls. She could see hot July days under the shadow of the barn; games of tag in the hayloft, -and shrieks of delight at finding little kittens in the stalls. Those were only memories, she thought. The old farm house and barn were lonely places now. No more children played in the barn, only the bats and mice. No more laughter came from behind its massive, black doors; only the wind was heard, whistling through it. Where she had found excitement in the farm house, she now found stinging memories. Silently Christina turned away. She gathered all her strength, and hobbled off to face the real world, the world of sympathy and strange looks - Christina ' s world. Lynda Hall Birds flying then CRUISER gliding How elegantly they land. Steaming and puffing heaving its weight through the water. Lifting, slavelike, flickering with light and excitement. Through the Darya Farha mist. Susan Wurtele 62 THE HORSE SHOW Tense all through, we waited for the trumpet to blast our entry. Thick tasteless sweat oozed out of our brows to mingle in our tight mouths with dust kicked up by generations of horses. Chips and chocolate bars had been washed down in the excitement of waiting. Now mounted, I regarded the swarms of people, too many people crunching, sniffing, chatting, inconsiderate people, shouting, laughing, noisy people with their dogs darting everywhere, even under stamping ponies feet. Gentle kicks were aimed playfully at many of the ponies from their fellow competitors, only to be dissolved before started by the resounding whizz of a whip through the air meeting, with impeccable accuracy, the horse ' s flank. I ran my hand down my pony ' s smooth, muscular neck; all the hard grooming before- hand had at last paid off. As the trumpet puffed its sickly tune, a fellow rider pushed open the gate. As my name and number were announced to the audience, I began the " Handy Working Hunter " course. Carefully, I guided Lady in and out of the barrels, the judge ' s eye on me the whole time. I was uncontrollably nervous. Lady felt it and began to tense up herself. As the judge watched me critically depart with her huge daisy hat flopping gaily in the wind, I realized with a sinking heart, I was not among the row of joyful winners. Behind the scene as I slid the saddle off Lady ' s shining back, the beautiful aroma of sweat, horse and leather smacked me right in the face all at once, and suddenly, I felt content, glad to be alive, and much more than a pinch tired. Cindy Mallett THE TEACHER ' S DESK I walk up to the teacher ' s desk, my knees they shake with fear. I haven ' t got my homework done. " Yes, what is it dear? " I explain but her face is forbidding She glares with her small beady eyes, Her cross face is full of wrinkles She is of an incredible size. Trembling, I walk to my seat With a feeling of hatred inside, I can ' t listen to what she is saying I lean my head on my hand and I hide. I can hardly wait till the bell goes, To get out of this boring class, If I don ' t escape from here soon, I know that teacher I ' ll sass. Chris Wurtele THE CLOCK THAT STRUCK Once upon a time there was a cuckoo clock. This was a special clock because the numbers on the clock face were on strike, a rare occurence in the clock world. They were cross with the cuckoo above them because he insisted on waking them up at all hours of the day with his cuckooing. Eventually the figures suggested going to old Father Time; once they had all the provisions ready they set off. They journeyed for a while until they reached old Father Time ' s silvery grotto. They were granted an audience and stepped inside. Number Seven stated their problem first. As Number Nine went to help, he fell over old Father Time ' s beard. Old Father Time was furious. He ordered Nine to be punished. In fact he was so cross that eventually he burst open. Nine, anxious to please, rushed forward with his needle and thread and sewed him up. Old Father Time was so grateful that he instantly forgave Number Nine and had all the other numbers transferred to a grandfather clock that was known to be quiet. Moral: A stitch in Time saves Nine. Laura Empson 64 5 r o vo C ir r c W . C 1 " H cr ouJ - " TW f ev.V j ovaj WWt. p {, cr $ s; ovo ' Nv.e.Ys s -V sVi L- tjci eft iTNDuo ovjO, C u. « ' V .e.iS; MY HOME People going Down and up Father yelling " Please shut up. " Shouting voices Shuffling feet Brothers yelling " Boy, that ' s neat! " Father is upstairs Going to sleep Mother downstairs Going to weep. Wendy Nevile EMERALD A green shiny stone you think? A beautiful glimmering shy feeling, you say? I think Cold breath breathing all the time. Gemma Devine 65 GRADE SEVEN Mary, Janet, Ruth and Cindy, Alex, Janey, Chris and Lindy, Boiling teachers mad at us; Always making such a fuss. Books and pencils, rulers too, Whatever are we going to do? We ' ll do our work and then we ' ll play; Then we ' ll go outside to stay. Holding hands A whispered word Soft answer A diamond ring Loud cheers Marriage. Wendy Nevile BUBBLES Out of reach from me, up they go with silence. Lonely from the sticky can I had opened just minutes ago. They ooze up, floating with unbalanced texture. Watching intently, dreamily! But then they explode, probably exhausted from giving me a minute to watch. Liz Gatti 66 The Face that shows Happiness INGREDIENTS: 12 lbs. of laughing 10 lbs. of treats 5 lbs. of spirit 80 lbs. of smiles 50 lbs. of giggles 7 lbs. of jokes and riddles A bit of troubles Sprinkled with flexibility. METHOD: Mix laughter and giggles, then add jokes and rid- dles, stir very gently, then take them out of the bowl and add spirit, then sit on it, then add flexibil ity, mix and then stir in treats and smiles and then to gloom up your day add troubles. Ann Tessier MOVING We ' re moving today. I don ' t want to because I love it here. I was born here and I wrote on the walls. This is the only house where I have written on the walls. In the new house I can ' t write on the walls, I can ' t even make holes in the carpet or write love letters to Percy next door. My mother says the new place is beautiful but I can ' t believe her and if I cry Percy will think I ' m crying over him but I never would cry over him even though he is beautiful . Caroline across the street is happy I am going. She says I ate all the cook- ies but I know her baby brother ate them. I won ' t have a playground two houses away or even a confectionary around the corner. Percy gave me a going away letter. I ' m mean. I haven ' t read it yet. I think I will. Dear Jenny, I ' m sorry you have to go. From: Percy Darya Farha 67 THE MISER He lives in fear He hides his money away He lives in no comfort He thinks he is a tramp But he is not. There ' s no peace between Him or the other. Lesley Banner WORLD A marble falling down a gutter Like the world lost in the Universe. Shoot, clik, clunk! You ' ve set them off, just like the moon, Jupiter, Venus, Mars; Different colours and you take them home. Alexis Fear on A PEARL A small perfection, A shell ' s child, Smooth and soft, Shiny snow shite, Round and roly poly. Whitney Taylor RAINBOWS Rainbows make me feel happy and warm. And they look as if they ' re going to come down from the sky and hug me. Lisa Mierins SNOW Like icing on a cake It covers the roof of the mailbox. The huge green cedars With flashes of white Balancing delicately on their limbs. It falls so silently, Snow. Alex Power BUTTERFLY FIELD Have you ever walked into a butterfly field? I have in my mind Beautiful creatures flying in long green grass. Fluttering delicate wings Softness, Quietness. Colourful, spotted on wings. Slowly stopping forever. Dorothy Schenker REFLECTIONS OF A WAVE Slowly, gently, periodically I dash against the lighthouse then rush back to where I came from. This has become a game with me. I stretch, and stretch when the tide goes down to reach the wall, and at high tide, I with facility reach right up the wall - almost up to the window of the lighthouse. For years and years I have tried to make an indent- ation on the wall but it still remains as it was a hundred years ago. Perhaps I should try to make friends with the lighthouse who is probably just as lonely as I am. When I am calm and lap gently at the lighthouse wall I hope that there is friendliness, but being what I am, I am doomed to ebb and flow. At times I lash furiously against the wall, battering roaring and destroying, causing the lig htouse to throw his beams of light continuously upon me. In this way he shows that he disapproves of me after all. 70 The red glowing of the amber fire The ominous quiet of the quivering bodies. The two tense young figures The bent expectancy of a life and death battle. The lunge, the flicker of the eye The millisecond in which the choice is made. The slash, the painless cut, The first slit is the last for one. Andrea Tang A bird singing and tapping to the beat of the wing, Whistling his new song he has been making up all winter. You could tell when he was practising There was a storm - then the rain stopped And he went back to sleep to think again. Gemma Devine LITTLE WORM A small little worm digging his tunnels in the da mp brown earth. He has come to the surface - Spring is all around him. But poor little worm does not know for he is blind. Helen Harvey 71 HOW THE ANTEATER GOT HIS TONGUE Once upon a time, oh Best Beloved, long before the coming of man, there lived a crea- ture who loved to eat ants because they wiggled and tickled inside him. His only problem was that his tongue was too short to reach into the anthill. The ants were glad of this because they feared the plythfioptimectica, which, in the language of ants, means eater - of - the - ants. They all decided to teach him a lesson, so . . . By and by the Plythfioptimectica arrived at the ant hill. He stuck his stubby tongue down the entrance. Then the ants converged on his tongue and fastened onto it. More ants held on to the first ant, then more, and more and . . . They all pulled. The eater - of - the - ants realized that his tongue was caught so he too pulled. The ants pulled harder, and the plythfioptimectica pulled harder, and . . . Suddenly he pulled his tongue out. There it was, stretched so long that it dragged on the ground. But his tongue was covered with hundreds of those scrum-delicious, tickley, wig- gley - oh ants, so he rolled up his tongue and ate a hearty meal. To this day all plythfioptimecticas, commonly known as anteaters, have long tongues. The moral of this story is: You win some - you lose some. Sue Warren 72 THE LAST DAY Laura Empson For a long time they had known this day was coming. Old Grandfather had prophesied it long ago. He said it had happened before and would happen again. Even now they could see and hear the monster approaching, the loud roaring of engines, the evil metallic glint of the juggernaut coming closer and closer. Already the inhabitants of far-flung villages were hurrying into the area. They had es- caped just in time to see their homes crushed before their eyes, and the last few stubborn villagers caught up in the huge rotating blades and torn to shreds. Frantic mothers rushed everywhere, gathering up their babies. Those too small to walk had to be carried. Everyone was fleeing from the path of the terror drawing nearer and nearer. Panic filled the air. Those who could not find shelter inside the homes of others were quivering outside their own homes. All the time the thing came nearer. For a moment the huge wheel seemed paused over them all; rearing up, the cold hard blades seemed to be licking their lips, voraciously, waiting for the kill. The wheel came down with a sickening thud. All was over. The combine-harvester had done its job as it did every autumn. The field mice had per- ished in the time of happy haymaking. She huddled close to the post of the dock, endlessly staring out onto the great ocean. It was twilight and night was falling quickly. The waves caressed the large dock posts with deceiving arms. She crouched on the dock, waiting. The city was totally submerged; she was the last spark of human life left. The sea lingered hungrily underneath the wharf until the final moment when that last spark would be swallowed up. For miles around the water rose, ready to make the kill. She sat watching expectantly, not moving. The water slowly crept over the side of the wharf and then reached her toes. The bottom of her skirt was wet. No longer could she see the surface of the planks. She moved; she stood up, and for the first time a look of terror came across her face. The water was at her neck and then . . . . . . " O.K. boys - pack up. Time to go home. We ' ll finish shooting tomorrow. " Jennifer Horwood 73 FRY Back Row: Margaret Taylor, Helen Leslie, Susan Forgues, Sheena Fraser, Vicki Gall, Christine Humphreys, Cathy Holland, Carla Peppier, Karen Molson, Felicity Smith, Rachel Jackson, Julia Houston, Susanna Power, Elizabeth Camp, Elizabeth Sellers, Holly Dowden, Maura Clark, Judy Martin, Martha Gillies. Third Row: Mary White, Carol Nesbitt, Dorothy Schenker, Ann Merker, Kathy Green, Siobhan Devine, Michele Hall, Kathy Suh, Mindi Schoeller, Cynthia Mallett, Janet Laven, Mary Ballantyne, Susan Anderson, Soraya Farha, Alison Provencal, Misty Britton, Suzannah Warren. Second Row: Patricia Orizaga, Victoria Benitz, Erica Coetzee, J enni Johnston, Branca Stavric, Sonya Taticek, Judi Young, Penelope Woods, Heather Mcintosh, Martha Gall, Ruby Eg- garhos, Fiona Gale. First Row: Mindy Schoeller, Leilani Farha, Marion Jones, Gillian Benitz, Vanessa Thomas, Chris Eggarhos, Sheila Reid, Maureen Assaly, Andrea Car- dinal. Dear Fry, Unfortunately the year is coming to an end. Calling to mind memories, we had a Junior candy apple sale, a bake sale, a dress up day and our Craft Festival which was a most suitable highlight for the closing of yet another year. We did well in sports, especially Volleyball, and I feel secure in saying that our sports- manship improved throughout the year. As long as there is an improvement - in any as- pect of the house - one can then consider the year a success. It has been a most pleasurable experience for me as head of Fry. I would like to thank the Juniors especially for being so helpful, as well as Judi Young (vice-head) and Branka Stavric (Junior Head). I ' ll miss all of you very much and I hope you will work as a unit in keeping the spirit up and help to make next year ' s Head of Fry pass as enjoyable a time as I have. Thanks. All my love, Sue. 76 KELLER First Row: Lisa Mierins, Helen Harvey, Heather Lawson, Wendy Nevile, Susan Vaast, Ann Hierlihy, Househead; Diane Farquhar, Vice head; Olenka Grygier, Roberta Shmel- zer, Joanne Harvey, Whitney Taylor, Debra Adams, Sylvie Joly, Juliana Farha. Second Row: Michele Friend, Gemma Devine, Lesley Banner, Jill Reid, Janet Burrows, Jennifer Harris, Ruth Alexander, Andrea Laurence, Rosalind Jones, Heather Kelly, Theresa Sad- ler, Lucie Adams. Third Row: Ann Tes.sier, Robyn Stoner, Marie Sice, Susan Sourial, Laura Empson, Sandy Zagerman, Sandra Ulch, Sian Warwick, Kim Aylett, Candy War ren, Pam Houwing, Susan Wurtele, Pauline Blair. Back Row: Gillian Fitzgibbon, Deborah Jamieson, Karen McNulty, Rosemary Nesbitt, Sr. Sports Captain; Raine Phythian, Pam- ela Sumner, Nadine Cvetanovic, Louise Toscas, Andrea Korda, Tina Kealy, Christine Parlour, Jr. Sports Captain; Julia LaTraverse. Dear Keller, Writing the final letter is always a hard thing to do. But it is nice to be able to speak to everyone without the noise and confusion that usually overrides the weekly house meet- ings. This year has possibly not been as organized or productive as the previous year but I have enjoyed being a househead and have really enjoyed getting to know every per- son that makes up our illustrious house. We have been more successful in our sports en- deavours although our sportsmanship itself was not always up to par but I ' m sure that will improve next year. In closing I only ask that Keller supports next year ' s househead and her companions whole-heartedly because, as I have found, the job is not easy, very time consuming and requires the support of each and every one of you to have complete success. I would like to thank, from the bottom of my heart, my sports captains, Rosemary Nesbitt and Chris- tine Parlour, my junior househead, Alison Lee and a very special thanks to Diane Farqu- har for jobs well done. The best of luck next year! Love, Ann 77 NIGHTINGALE Back Row: Julia Sumner, Alix Parlour, Rowena Maclure, Barb Ballantyne, Susan Leftly, Franca Coe, Paula Yewchuk, Sarah Murray, Lynne Houwing, Susan Reid, Kathy Fraser, Sarah Martin, Susan Yewchyk, Jenni Thorsteinson, Alex Power. Third Row: Liz Gatti, Erin Verhey, Andrea Tang, Amanda Greenhalgh, Debbie Rodgers, Diane Fielding, Barb Clark, Jane Martin, Mimi Singh, Anne-Marie LaTraverse, Mary Jane Piggott, Katharina Podewils, Liz Rennie, Susan Roston, Elizabeth Watson. Second Row: Chris Assad, Jenni- fer Horwood, Pat Pezoulas, Libby Sellers, Lynda Hall, Jr. Sports Captain; Dele Afolabi, Vice head; Judith Chance, Prefect; Virginia Dunsby, Househead; Leandra Ramcharan, Sr. Sports Captain; Debbie Hillary, Jr. Househead; Chris Wurtele, Jane Shmelzer, Kathy Kershman. First Row: Darya Farha, Alexis Fearon, Brenda Kimmel, Kathy Young, Laura Mcintosh, Karen Wilson, Chris McCartney, Caroline Garwood, Nynetha Portal- Foster, Chris Kelly. Absent: Brenda Hill, Keltie Johnston, Rebecca Henderson. Dear Nightingale, The year has gone by quickly, and again it ' s time to say goodbye. The year, I feel, has been a very successful one. We may not have raised a lot of money, but we have seen the return of house spirit. Our house has displayed real spirit and sportsmanship during the interhouse competitions and it has paid off. I am grateful for all the cooperation that I have received from everyone, and especially, I would like to thank Leandra for doing the impossible organizing of house games, and to Dele for setting such a fine example to everyone. Remember next year that a house system can only work if you want it to. Everyone must participate and feel that belonging to their house is a special thing. To whomever you choose as your househead next year, give your enthusiasm and cooperation. Remem- ber next year that it is not an easy job, and you are the only ones who can make it easier. I sincerely wish all of you the best of luck and the achievement of your highest ambi- tions in the future. Love, Virginia. 78 Dear Elmwood, The Sui Sang Committee made the total amount of money necessary to take care of both our foster children. We were also able to raise their birthday and Christmas gifts to twenty dollars each. Our two fos- ter children are Gabriel Garcia (Turkey) and Ayah Mine (Ecuador). I would like to thank Dele Afolabi, Rose- mary Nesbitt and Mrs. Carter very much for their inexhaustible help; without them the Committee wouldn ' t have been as suc- cessful. Also, I would like to thank each and every member of the school for their support at the bakesales, dress -up day, and for pouring their interests into writing the letters to our foster children. I hope that next year ' s Sui Sang Com- mittee will be fortunate enough to have the support which we have had this year. Love, Susan. Rosemary Nesbitt, Susan Reid, Dele Afolabi Back: Alix Parlour, Pauline Blair, Sarah Murray, Liz Camp. Left: Chris Kelly, Kathy Suh, Carol Nesbitt, Andrea Tang. Right: Jenny Thornsteinson, Alison Provencal, Kathy Kershman, Wendy Neville, Felicity Smith. Cheerleaders, Left: Alix Parlour, Rosemary Nesbitt, Carla Peppier, Elizabeth Sellers, Rowena Maclure. Back Row: Cathy Holland, Dele Afolabi, Jenni Johnston, Raine Phythian LIBRARY: Jennifer Johnston, Felicity Smith, Sandra Ulch REACH FOR THE TOP: Olenka Grygier, Helen Leslie, Judi Young, Susan Reid KECK USUI ELM WOOD ....v.... . ' tVPMMt Ml GIUES BIND A RICHARD KULEEN GAETAN CHENIER ANDRE LAURENDEAU MARC PYTWtA THE DANCE COMMITTEE Dear Elmwood: The dance committee members and myself would like to thank all the supporters of the dances this year. Though it took a bit of doing, I felt the support of Elmwood and Ashbury students was great. Jane, my right-hand man helped me out the most. Andrea, our drink vendor, and Diane, whom we appointed for more help at the dances, were both greatly appreciated. Although we had some misunderstandings this year with the Ashbury Dance Committee the surplus of funds proves that an association with the Ashbury Dance Com- mittee can be profitable. Extra thanks goes to Steve Comis of the Ashbury Dance Com- mittee who arranged for the disc jockey of the past few dances, his hard work was great- ly needed. I think this year was one of the first years that we ended up with enough funds for next year ' s committee. I would also like to thank the teachers for attending the dances and especially Mrs. Carter for looking after our money. I ' m sure all of us wish next year ' s dance committee all the best of luck, at least they will have a good financial start. Sincerely, Judy Martin Jane Martin Andrea Laurence Diane Farquhar 84 i « r I SENIOR CHOIR Back Row: Julia Sumner, Dele Afolabi, Jenni Thorsteinson, Stan Warwick, Kim Aylett, Rachel Jackson, Susanna Power, Sarah Murray, Andrea Laurence, Sandra Ulch, Liz Camp, Nadine Cvetanovic, Susan Vaast, Judy Martin, Monitor. Front Row: Diane Farqu- har, Heather Mcintosh, Pauline Blair, Cathy Holland, Susan Leftly, Sheena Fraser, Kathy Fraser, Heather Kelly, Vicki Gall, Jill Reid, Francesca Coe, Candy Warren, Si- obhan Devine, Christine Humphreys, Jane Martin. ' Third Row: Alison Provencal, Misty Britton, Barb Ballantine, Sheena Troop, Janet Bur- rows, Heather Lawson, Pat Orizaga, Mary White, Lucy Adams, Fiona Gale, Janet Laven, Theresa Sadler, Mary Ballantyne, Pat Pezoulas. Second Row: Jenny Horwood, Alex Power, Anne Tessier, Whitney Taylor, Liz Sellers, Carol Nesbitt, Gemma Devine, Helen Har- vey, Andrea Cardinal, Lesley Banner, Erika Coetzee, Martha Gall, Marion Jones, Sylvie Joly. First Row: Juliana Farha, Chris McCartney, Lisa Mierins, Dorothy Schenker, Brenda Kimmel, Alexis Fearon, Vanessa Thomas, Sheila Reid, Joanne Harvey, Karen Wilson, Chris Kelly. JUNIOR CHOIR PREFECTS FOR A DAY These Junior school students earned the privilege of being Prefects for the day because they had earned the most house points. Holly Dowden, Editor; Judi Young, Keltie Johnston. On Settee: Helen Leslie, Karen Molson, Raine Phythian, Judi Young, Susan Sourial. Dear Samara, I would like to thank Raine, Sue, Judi, Helen and Keltie for their support towards Samara. Special thanks go to Mrs. Davies and especially Karen, for her continued hard work and the help she gave me throughout the year. Summa Summarum! Holly Dowden 87 Judy Chance, Barbara Ballantyne, Ann-Marie LaTraverse, Margaret Taylor, Wendy MacPhee, Sarah Murray, Alexis Fearon, Alix Parlour, Ruth Alexander, Candy Warren, Alison Lee, Cynthia Mallett, Pauline Blair. STUDENT COUNCIL Dear Elmwood, Before anything is said, we ' d like to thank all the Student Council members and the school body for their support. In the first term, Student Council was concerned with organizing itself. Results of elections were Judith Chance, treasurer; Maragaret Taylor, reporter; and Alix Parlour, secretary. During the meetings, which were held every two weeks, complaints were taken, new ideas were formed, and money-raising systems were discussed. During the year various dress-up days and bake sales helped raise money for the Student Council. Spirit Week was upon us during the second term, and Mrs. Aldous pleaded with us to keep it as short as possible. During the four days everyone actually showed school spirit! A beauty contest and talent show with Ashbury, as well as a ski -day and greaser day, were a few of the activities. When Spirit Week was over we were left feeling both relieved and happy, but we also felt empty, for what else was there to do? This feeling of emptiness is the result of the fact that many of the duties that the Student Council should be responsible for are undertaken by smaller committees, such as the Dance Committee or Sui Sang. If the Student Council were a central government responsible for organizing sub-committees for the dances, etc. , the school would be given a fairer representation and many money raising conflicts would be elimintated. Some members seemed to find it hard to attend meetings. Perhaps it would be possible for a time to be put aside when everyone would be able to attend, as conflicting timetables are a great obstacle when it comes to arranging meetings. With a few improvements, the Student Council could be very beneficial to the school. Thank you again, Wendy and Judy 88 90 Rosemary Nesbitt, Jenni Johnston, Penelope Woods, Sonya Taticek, Lynda Hall, Chris- tine Parlour. It is the end of another successful year of sports. Throughout the year, people ' s attitudes and spirits kept the games alive and made each defeat a victory. We started this year with soccer. Each game was excellently played and the winner was Keller House. We were, for the first time, challenged to play soccer against Ashbury, and we won with the help of a few unknown girls by the names of Paul, Colin, Andre, and Steve. Let me say that they were well appreciated! Basketball followed, leaving Nightingale House the winner. Fry House was the overall winner in the intramural volleyball series. Each class played volleyball against each other during Spirit Week, and Grade 12 was the undisputed winner of the series and also against the staff. We also played volleyball against Ashbury and as usual we won. This year we were cer- tainly successful in proving who is the weaker sex! I would like to express my special thanks to Mrs. Churchill and to the sports captains of the houses and also to those girls who " reffed " games for me. I have enjoyed being Sports Captain this year and I wish the best of luck to my successor. Sonya 91 BASKETBALL WINNERS 92 TENNIS TEAM Miss M. Gibson, From back row, left to right: Amanda Greenhalgh, Julie LaTra- Tennis Instructor verse, Alix Parlour, Sarah Murray, Rosemary Nesbitt, Elizabeth Camp. TRACK TEAM From Back Row, Left to Right: Diane Farquhar, Jenni Johnston, Sarah Murray, Sandy Zagerman, Sonya Taticek, Julie Houston, Susan Leftly, Roz Jones, Elizabeth Camp, Vicky Gall. 93 Where did you learn that one? VOLLEYBALL TEAM From Back Row, Left to Right: Miss Gwilym, Paula Yewchuck, Sarah Murray, Jenni Johnston, Susan Reid, Karen McNulty. Second Row: Pamela Houwing, Diane Farquhar, Felicity Smith, Bev Bociek. Front Row: Roz Jones, Elizabeth Camp, Sarah Martin. The interscholastic Volleyball team had an enjoyable, if not successful, season. We started our season full of enthusiasm which followed us through to the bitter end, despite our tie for last place! The girls showed tremendous sportsmanship and good humour throughtout. Next year we shall aim for a 100% improvement - second to last place!! I would like to thank the team for their support and for the pink panties ! ! E. Gwilym 96 VALEDICTORY ADDRESS Hello and Welcome; After seven years at Elmwood, I ' m in quite a dilemma: what am I to do with thirty pairs of used bloomers?! But along with the excessive bloomers, I ' ve acquired my memories of Elm- wood: the new girls who arrive at Elmwood on the first day - well-scrubbed faces, belts on and in belt loops - are soon initiated into old girls, with belts off, hair out and renowned holy-lees on: the alarm clocks in the piano and Mrs. Whit- will ' s surprise on April Fool ' s day, thanks to Grade Ten; Elmwood ' s delegation in Florida dur- ing Easter break; greasing around Rockcliffe with Mrs. Chance; the countless water fights en- joyed and participated in by all; the Elmwood girls, imported from Ashbury, whose legs put ours to shame; climbing the mountain in long dresses and bumming in the common room, to mention a few. I ' d like to take this time to give my thanks to Mrs. Whitwill, who shows as much patience in one day as I hope to in a year, to Mrs. Aldous, who is able to find something funny out of di- sastrous situations, and to Mrs. Davies, and my class, for being them. I could go on forever, so I ' d just like to say thanks to everyone. In any institution, and Elmwood is no exception, there are advantages and disadvantages. The disadvantages, besides our being called girl guides or over-sized leprechauns, is said to be that we, as Elmwood girls, do not face reality in situations and we will be shocked when we en- ter the " cruel, big world " . This world, however, is made up of institutions; for example, the family is part of a neighbor- hood which is made up of clubs, schools, and local governments. The community is made up of neighborhoods. We, as Elmwood girls, however, must learn to get along in a co-ed world. This area could be improved upon if Ashbury and Elmwood would try to work together. The advantages which Elmwood does have are often not appreciated until the last year. The friends, from Grade Three to staff, are yours forever. We are in such close contact that we cannot avoid making friends. As an old girl, I ' d like to say that if you spend most of your time complaining, the advantages which Elmwood does have are missed out. You must take the rules, which you may feel are petty, with a grain of salt. Elmwood can be improved upon though, and it is not only up to the prefects and staff. Why must all the Spirit be contained in " Spirit Week " ? To those of you who are leaving, please remember: " It ' s not the roads we take which deter- mine our success, but what is inside us. " To Judi and her prefects, " Good luck! " although you ' ll probably need more energy than luck. Now after hearing " Good morning Elmwood " approximately 1, 400 times, it ' s time to say " Good- by Elmwood " and thank you. Photographs by Mark Whitwill. 97 CLOSING, JUNE 1976 PRIZE LIST FORM PRIZES AWARDED FOR THE HIGHEST AVERAGE OF THE YEAR: Prep Carolyn Garwood Grade 5 Helen Harvey Grade 6 Mary White Grade 7 Joanne Harvey Grade 8 Andrea Korda PROFICIENCY STANDING: 80% and over, up to and including Grade 10 75% and over in Grades 11, 12 and 13 Grade 4 Michele Friend, Katherine Young Grade 5 Marion Jones, Chris McCartney, Vanessa Thomas Grade 6 Darya Farha, Alexis Fearon, Carol Nesbit, Elizabeth Sellers Grade 7 Cynthia Mall ett, Katharina Podewils, Alex Power, Patricia Schoeller, Kathryn Suh, Andrea Tang Grade 8 Laura Empson, Lynda Hall, Alison Lee, Christine Parlour, Allison Provencal, Branka Stavric, Erin Verhey, Suzannah Warren Grade 9 Francesca Coe, Victoria Gall, Christine Humphreys, Carolyn Warren, Susan Yewchuk, Sandra Zagerman Grade 10 • Lynne Houwing, Sarah Murray, Sue Power, Felicity Smith, Sandra Ulch, Sian Warwick Grade 11 Pauline Blair, Jennifer Johnston, Rowena Maclure, Karen Molson, Rosemary Nesbitt, Alix Parlour, Carla Peppier, Susan Sourial, Paula Yewchuk Grade 12 Judy Martin, Susan Reid, Mimi Singh, Sonya Taticek, Judi Young, Ann-Marie LaTraverse Grade 13 Judith Chance, Olenka Grygier, Heather Mcintosh JUNIOR SCHOOL ENGLISH PRIZE Laura Empson (Grade 8), Darya Farha (Grade 6) JUNIOR SCHOOL POETRY Alexis Fearon FRENCH IMMERSION HISTORY Patricia Pezoulas JUNIOR FRENCH PRIZE Christine Assad (Grade 8), Alex- andra Power (Grade 7) JUNIOR SCHOOL HISTORY PRIZE Cynthia Mallett JUNIOR SCHOOL MATHEMATICS - for high interest - Jennifer Horwood JUNIOR SCHOOL PRIZE FOR SUSTAINED EFFORT. Christianne Wurtele HONORABLE MENTION FOR EFFORT IN JUNIOR SCHOOL: Janet Burrows (Grade 7), Brenda Kimmel (Grade 6), Ruby Eggarhos (Prep.) JUNIOR SCHOOL SEWING PRIZE Michele Friend, Suzannah Warren JUNIOR ART Fiona Gale INTERMEDIATE ART Louise Toscas SENIOR ART Olenka Grygier JUNIOR CHOIR Christine Assad SENIOR CHOIR Judy Martin JUNIOR MUSIC Kathryn Suh INTERMEDIATE MUSIC Alison Lee ADVAN CED MUSIC Alix Parlour TYPING AND BUSINESS ACCOUNTING Christine Humphreys THE ELIZABETH TANCZYK MATHS AND SCIENCE PRIZE (for interest) Pauline Blair INTERMEDIATE ENGLISH Sian Warwick INTERMEDIATE MATHEMATICS Susan Yewchuk INTERMEDIATE FRENCH Sandra Ulch INTERMEDIATE HISTORY Christine Humphreys INTERMEDIATE GEOGRAPHY Sandra Ulch INTERMEDIATE SCIENCE Lynne Houwing, LIBRARY MONITOR Jennifer Johnston BELL RINGER ' S PRIZE Julie LaTraverse ROTHWELL GRADE 9 ENGLISH PRIZE Carolyn Warren AWARD FOR ALL ROUND EXCELLENCE in Intermediate School Felicity Smith LAIDLER CUP: Awarded to the girl who, not necessarily the highest in the form in studies or sports, has made her mark on the Junior School by her good character and dependability. It is given to a girl who can be relied upon at any time, and is always helpful and thoughtful of others. Awarded to: Alison Lee and Erin Verhey. SOUTHAM CUP FOR JUNIOR ENDEAVOR: Awarded to the highest endeavour in all phases of school life in the Junior School. It is the equivalent of the Summa Summarum in the Senior School. It is given to the girl who best lives up to the ideals of Elmwood, who shows leadership and good standing in her class, keenness in sports, and friendliness and helpfulness to others in the school. Awarded to: Branka Stavric. SPORTS AWARDS SOUTHAM INTERMEDIATE TENNIS DOUBLES. . . Elizabeth Camp, Sarah Murray WILSON GORDON TENNIS DOUBLES Alix Parlour, Carla Peppier GREEN FORM DRILL CUP (Grade 6 Form prize for parti- cipation and interest) Andrea Cardinal SENIOR INTER-HOUSE VOLLEYBALL Fry, SYMMINGTON INTER-HOUSE BASKETBALL SENIOR Nightingale, JUNIOR SCHOOL INTER-HOUSE BASKETBALL. . . Keller, JUNIOR INTER-HOUSE BASKETBALL Keller, JUNIOR INTER-HOUSE VOLLEYBALL Nightingale, INTER-HOUSE SPORTS CUP Fry, WILSON SENIOR SPORTS CUP . . : Rosemary Nesbitt DUNLOP INTERMEDIATE SPORTS CUP Elizabeth Camp FAUQUIER JUNIOR SPORTS CUP Brenda Kimmel MAYNARD SPORTSMANSHIP CUP Sarah Murray PHYSICAL EDUCATION GOLD MEDAL Jenni Johnston HOUSE HEAD AWARDS Fry Susan Atack Keller Ann Hierlihy Nightingale Virginia Dunsby WORLD RELIGIONS PRIZE Judi Young JUNIOR MATRICULATION SPANISH Sandy Zagerman JUNIOR MATRICULATION GEOGRAPHY Jenni Johnston FIRESTONE JUNIOR MATRICULATION LATIN PRIZE Susannah Power JUNIOR MATRICULATION MATHEMATICS PRIZE Alix Parlour STRAUSS CUP FOR POETRY Karen Molson GREENBLATT GRADE 12 ENGLISH PRIZE Judi Young COYNE GRADE 12 HISTORY PRIZE FOR INTEREST Helen Leslie SENIOR MATRICULATION LATIN PRIZE Barbara Clark - SENIOR MATRICULATION HISTORY Wendy MacPhee SENIOR MATRICULATION FRENCH . Judy Chance SENIOR MATRICULATION SPANISH Susan Sourial SENIOR MATRICULATION MATH, PHYSICS and CHEMISTRY - jointly Judith Chance, Heather Mcintosh SENIOR MATRICULATION ENGLISH ENRICHED Stephen Jay Ashbury SENIOR MATRICULATION ENGLISH Olenka Grygier FORM MISTRESS ' PRIZE GRADE 13 Heather Mcintosh OLD GIRLS ' HOUSE MOTTO PRIZE Three Girls Eligible: Fry: " Friendship to All " Judi Young Keller: " Fair Play " Rosemary Nesbitt Nightingale: " Not for Ourselves Alone " Dele Afolabi WINNER: Dele Afolabi GRAHAM FORM TROPHY . . Grade 9 Sheena Fraser Honorable Mention Prep. HOUSE TROPHY Keller ALL-ROUND CONTRIBUTION TO SCHOOL LIFE Judi Young EWING CUP FOR CHARACTER Pauline Blair HEADMISTRESS ' PRIZE Susan Atack HIGHEST PROFICIENCY IN GRADE 13 Heather Mcintosh THE PHILPOT TOKEN: Awarded to the girl who best maintains the spirit and ideals which, as well as a high standard of scholarship, achievement in games, and charm of manner, may set her mark upon the school in the spirit of service, freedom and Mr play. Awarded to: Judith Chance SUMMA SUM ARUM: Awarded to the Senior Girl who has tried most faithfully to live up to the ideals and best traditions of the School and who possesses the qualities of integri- ty, trustworthiness, the spirit or comradeship and the capacity to achieve. The winner ' s name will be added to the illustrious list on the plaque in the Hall. Awarded to: Wendy MacPhee 100 101 THE FORMAL Through the hallowed halls of the second floor, eleven small demure voices can be heard in the common room saying, " Your dress is blue too! Oh no! ! " " I got him, at last! Took long enough. " " Oh! I ' m not going, he can go by himself. " " Wendy, you TOLD him to ask me! " " A week before the formal and I STILL don ' t have a date. " " He ' s going away for that week-end, what ' ll I do? " " Well, I ' LL have to ask a date again this year since no one asked me. " " I don ' t know why I said yes, I don ' t even LIKE him! " " Help! I can ' t get into my blue dress any more! " " Oh who cares, I ' m going to go stag. " " I think he hates me. " " Who wants to go, they ' re all a bunch of nurds anyway! " " Why was I born? " " Brenda, will you be my date? No one else seems to want to be. " " Have a good time you guys, I ' m not going, I just know it. " " Can I go with your brother? Please? " The evening began with " coke for all " at the MacPhee ' s. Staff and students alike, at- tired in their rented " Joe Feller " or homesewn specials, enjoyed the hors d ' oeuvres served by mini- Mac Phees. Those who were able to drive abandoned the plan to throw Mrs. Whitwill into the pool and departed to Pine Mountain ... I mean . . .Cedar Hill Golf and Country Club. For the next four hours, guests, staff and graduates dined and danced together. The West Indian combo band satisfied everyone with both disco and reggae, and the room was large enough to house us all. At two a.m. the staff retired to bed but the students went on to the Ramcharans for the after -party. Around three a.m. all lost their inhibitions and got their second wind. After their eleventh glass of fruit punch the Ashbury boys discovered it was spiked with rum. Under this influence perhaps, most of the boys went to Camp Fortune to practice loon calls and climb a mountain. The more conservative of us watched the sun rise in " Romantic Rockcliffe " . At five a. m. , our stomachs grumbling, we departed for the breakfast party at the Lawrence ' s where we met up with our long-lost dates. After a short sleep about twen- ty of us went to " Pink ' s Lake " (appropriate for Ashbury) where some swam, some vegetated, and some even drank. Eventually everyone went to bed and then ten of the zoo met at the Hayloft in the evening to conclude the festivities of the 1976 Formal. Our thanks to Sue Atack, Brenda Hill, and Leandra Ramcharan for their organization. 102 GRADE 13 MEMORIES Three terms, and two vacations ago, we, the graduating class of ' 76, commenced our final year at Elmwood. The year started with a slash - a water fight - and ended with a splash of tears. The middle was. . . Give me the raw . . . Heh, what does Fonzie feed his horse?. . . Ship patrol? . . . Ship, with a P?! . . . A communal boss ... A " session " on the common room couch . . . Sue ' s driving school is in business . . . " Heck a-doodle " . . . Another water fight! . . . Oh holy watermelon seeds . . . " Hello, Chief Larrabie ' s dead . . . Who could forget Mrs. Kai Reitan-Randall? . . . " Keep your hands to yourself young man, or I won ' t let you sit with the girls " . . . " Hey, why don ' t we go to Florida? " " Noo, my parents would never let me " . . . " It ' ll never work " . . . " Hey, we ' re HERE ! " To the beach! . . . The bike convoy . . . Watch- ing " Where the Boys Are " on TV . . . Fort Lauderdale was ten minutes away, what - are we? . . . Chicken? . . . Noo just thwee giwls standing onna cowna hiding from thwee wich and handsome dates . . . Brenda and Wendy fighting? . . . Over a boy? . . . " He ' s mine, he ' s mine " . . . Hey you guys, he ' s only three . . . " Phii-iil, Phiiilp look at the sunrise " . . . " Shut up MacPhee, and go back to sleep " . . . " Oh my God, I ' m alone with a boy . . . " Brenda, HELP " . Higgins last zoo, a dark room . . . " Oh! you guys, here I am physically frustrated, and I have to listen to this . . . Great stuff, Dave . . . slurp slurp ... No, gum sucking in the Hay Loft . . . Jim -Bob on necky- necky patrol . . . In Jim-Bob ' s loft! . . . " Hello, Maura how ' s about a date? . . . babes . . . What a babe! ... eh Claud? . . . who is getting Joe a job this summer . . . Yes boys, JOE job ... I don ' t care what it rhymes with . . .Get the pills . . . Who wants to grease, are you coming to the Chateau Barb? . . . " The Chateau? " . . . Where to Stud? . . . Welcome to our hen party . . . Coles for everyone . . . You mean she had a drink! ! . . . She did what?! . . . She did What for fifty dollars? . . . Virginia ' s " Who was picking her nose during our national anthem? . . . The song: I love to love, but my baby only wants to dance, needs to dance, loves to dance. " ... " Poor Andy " . . . " You mean you and Julian got lost for three hours?! " . . . Wendy and Susie investigating the dope scene . . . ooo oops! Excuse me Joan . . . My mother doesn ' t care if he ' s a yank, at least he ' s white . . . Please, Mrs. Atack, I just want to talk to her . . . Judith, that was a rude little word ... By gum . . . Raaahh . . . Sorry Heather ... A you are an Ashbury boy, B you ' re a bundle of joy, C you ' re a catch for any girl or boy . . . Pino, Pino . . . Maura ' s hanging mooms . . . Susan Vaast ' s hundred grand -children . . . those guppies are worse than Clo-Clo . . . and speaking of Clo-Clo . . . " I want him, I want him " . . . and speaking of I want him, I want him . . . let ' s go sharking . . . Melvin wake up . . . " What a hoop " . . . Lean- dra ' s half-way house for heartbroken minds ... I don ' t care if you did gob on my hair, what are friends for? . . . For boys might come and go . . . Who cares! Pass the boss 64 oz. of pure Pepsi . . . Brenda, Wendy, Maura, Leandra and big sister Dora . . . Can I come to your honeymoon? . . . Mrs. Peat, the Proton . . . Mrs. Davies ' party . . . " A coke for me, Nicky . . . Nicky versus " the Blob " . . . Bus- Stop at the Sly Fox . . . The Hayloft . . . The Hayloft and three birthdays each . . . etc . . . 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