Oakwood Collegiate Institute - Oracle Yearbook (Toronto Ontario, Canada)

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12K FIRST ROW: Dave Morrow: 12K ' s gift to French Cana- da .. . Miro Pristupa: I don ' t care what comment you put for me . . . Connie Boudreau: I want lots of money this week-please? . . . Elizabeth Belwin: Ticky paper, ' tupid . . . Jennifer Saito: Me have problems meeting people? . . . Vera D ' Angela: Silent silhouette . . . Norman Rogers: II ne doesn ' t parle bien French. Miss Medri: . . . SECOND ROW: Bill Jeffery: KC103 burning splint-boom . . . John Macchiusi: 8:58 and he ' s Wi minutes early. Bob Hewitt: We will beat H.C.I, just wait . . . Filberto Montis: Your Queen is in check from my Horse . . . Vivian Jones: Newcomer from the South . . . Don Saliani: Socialism; Communism; Ultru- ism; all the same to him . . . Frank Mauti: He likes French! ! . . . THIRD ROW: Ross Yoshida: English? ? What ' s that? . . . Allen Small: All mixed up, (his time- table that is) . . . Ron Matsugu: Look sir, this tap is loose . . . Jack Hill: Me argue with an English teacher. Never! . . . Henry Meyer: English teachers can ' t keep him quiet . . . Laurie Stephenson: He ' s out to lunch . . . Ray Homer: Bets the Americans lose. Sir . . . Jay Fukakusa: The Blue and Gold has an announcement . . . CAMERA SHY: John Mayhue: 12K pool shark. Max Papini: Who me? I ' m never late for English . . . Russell Rizun: I didn ' t do my Latin sir. POW! . . . Grant Veal: Me fool in History Never! . . . Werner Wiesen: I believe it ' s a CF104 . . . Marilyn Swerdlow: Quiet. 12L FIRST ROW: Viiu Kreem: Has a secret rendezvous with a certain (B.G.) in 12A . . . Angela Bernabucci: Only one who answers in Latin class . . . Nadia Pittana: Everybody needs somebody to love . . . Olga Babytsch: Sweet, simple and loveable . . . Nina Patti: Who ' s she running in the halls with? . . . Mary Judge: Goes to Hollywood for the weekends . . . Bev Downer: That ' s the lowest mark I ever got . . . Mr. Coutts: Now listen, children! . . . SECOND ROW: Robert Distefano: Has a wild time with his car . . . Franca Tantalo: Yes sir, I am standing up . . . Sandy Better: For better or for worse . . . Jennifer Anderton: Hi, Ralph . . . Lesley Sutton: Is looking forward to a wild New Year ' s eve . . . Rosalyn Ackerman: Has a friendly relationship with R.Q.M. . . . Ruth Stern: Guess what my brother does for a living? . . . John Konefal: I feel so good, baby . . . THIRD ROW: Joseph Waisberg: Keep up the good work, Joe . . . Frank Moore: Genie with the long brown hair . . . Sandro Stornelli: Was left holding the bag when Joe skipped the country . . . Doug Hogg: Loves Roses . . . Joe Rivietz: Decided to go to Nebraska just before he got his report . . . Vince lozzo: The only time he laughed was during an auditorium when some- one cracked a wopping good joke . . . Paul Doyle: Has found himself a little brunette bombshell (B.B.) MISSING: George Cervoni: I love English teachers . . . Mark Corden: No, I ' M not asleep Mr. Dickinson . . . Harvey Knopman: Shy, silent, soft-spoken Harve. Fred Perciballi: Told us not to mention that he was a real sweetie . . . Annie Mandelbaum: No Sir, I am not lost . , . Jane McCutcheon: My sister and I have a routine , . . Christine Sawka: Has a hard time reciting poetry . . .

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Wendy Toronto u)o lotmi 0 ScefiUam No. 1 Pretty pictures on the wall, Dramatic music in the hall, Ah! Life ' s a real Ball — But the ball don ' t bounce! No. 2 Man is man as we all know, A humanist he ' ll never be. Says Freud, it ' s the libido That makes me go and grow. But you and me want to be free. Don ' t want to be told what to know. Damn what they think of our pleas. I was once like you, my boy, Just a stooge! Don ' t worry, boy. Be practical. Here I am waiting and debating The process of dying starts at birth So maybe I ' ll have to wait Before I see the light; And degenerate to the common level To be, at last, right. Myron Zarry 12B Somet t ? JLoui(j d«uj My friend why do you sit in sadness there, And stare at lighted candles in the sky? I pray you come and tell me whence and where The one you loved and cherished so did fly. Abounded by a sea of pitch and gloom. And sheltered not from hail nor rain nor sleet; You sit in silence waiting for your doom. My friend come here the joyous sun to greet. Let not your melancholy shade prevail; Let not your heart be torn in two. So feed your soul with vibrant strength and flee To where you find your spirit can be free. Donald Dunn IIC Tie UcUou I am induced to write poetry. They want originality And I see before me J. Alfred Prufrock. He ' s not mine. But they want originality. So I see Sweat running into Slant, spectre eyes, A lump of ice — Solid substitute for a heart; And what for a bram? Coal? A sponge? Better a rock not to absorb And translate hurt. A dove ' s iridescent back; He belongs to Marianne Moore. I tear myself from knowledge of Real Poets, And I see White-caps rushing home Lemming-like to be repelled Now and always; A cool breeze caressing a fevered cheek, And greenness — sameness oneness And the goat-footed balloon man whistles Far And Wee Lannie Fram 12B 60