St Johns Ravenscourt School - Eagle Yearbook (Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada)

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Vk xjCjroMn d CL Hoclz It’s been a long time! Finally after two drought- filled years, a near-championship for this plucky, hard skating team. Finishing one game out of second place in the South Division, S.J.R. may feel proud in the fact that the League Champions, Westridge, were beaten by our team. One of the best-balanced teams ever, the group, moving into Playground B next year and for the years to come should prove a winner. There were no individual stars on the team, with every member playing hard for his line, defence, or goal, and this was shown most strongly in the final Westridge match. Back: Boult, Richardson, Lawrence, Mr. Stewart, Riley, Wood, Morris, Edwards. Front: Gallagher, Saunders, Johnson, Beaton, McMorris. Ends: Tucker and Kiddell. League: SJR vs. St. Norbert .4-1 and 6-1 SJR vs. Westridge .0-5 and 3-1 SJR vs. Ft. Garry .0-6 and 1-5 SJR vs. Wildwood .9-0 and 7-6 SJR vs. Victoria .3-1 and 1-1 Exhibition and Knockout: SJR vs. Ft. Garry.4-4 SJR vs. Tuxedo .1-9 SJR vs. RCAF .3-0 SJR vs. Glenwood .0-8 C7o S OUYIS A COLD CAMPING TRIP One frosty rainy Saturday in September, the boarders of the Lower School left for Souris, after an hour of laborious packing, on a camping-rock-collecting trip. The first thirty-five miles of the trip were uneventful, but after about forty minutes we thought we had left Mr. Stewart behind. Mr. Gill pulled over to the side and Mr. Kiddell followed. We agreed to turn around and search for Mr. Stewart’s car and all occupants, dead or alive. Ten miles farther back, we found the lost car at a service station getting its spare tire put on after a near-serious blow¬ out. We arrived in Wawanesa at about four-thirty in the afternoon and had a hot cup of cocoa in a restaurant on the main street. When we arrived at Souris, we had to search around for fifteen minutes to find a suitable spot for pitching camp, which consisted of our tents and supplies. It took about an hour to set up the tents, and then we prepared supper. For supper we had steak and potatoes cooked over an open fire in tinfoil, a rather crude but effective process. After supper there was a sing-song conducted by Mr. Stewart whose guitar had sur¬ vived the blowout. Everyone joined in and made it a success. I believe that was the coldest night I have ever slept. The tents were all overpopulated except for Mr. Gill s which contained the Masters!! On Sunday after all was packed and all missing spoons were located, everybody collected rocks until lunch. Almost immediately after lunch, we set out by car for Wawanesa on a fossil-collecting trip for thirty minutes. After that we said goodbye to Souris and returned home without any casualties. 85

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r } lay ground d J Cocl The Playground A team got off to a poor start, but quickly made up for it, beating and tying Wildwood and tying the Upper School Playground A’s. Donahue and Heffelfinger led the scoring, and Livingston did a good job at goal. Mr. Kiddell and Mr. Beare were the coaches. For and GP Wins Ties Losses Goals Against 10 1 2 7 22 68 Back: Everett, Campbell, Jacques, Mr. Beare, Henderson, Smith. Front: Black, Wright, Bracken, Livingston, Heffelfinger, McConnell, McPherson. Missing: Donahue. dJ Cocbey This year Playground B had an exciting season. Although the only team we could beat was Victoria, we had many close calls. Ross McKnight, a top-rate goalie saved the day on many a memor¬ able occasion. The sight of defenceman Spooner madly swooping in with his parts at half-mast to defend his goal, or the sight of McDonald vicious¬ ly boarding the biggest of the opponents, will never be forgotten. Frith’s nimble dribbling of the puck with his feet must have surely confused the enemy. The season has been a most enjoyable one, and we thank Mr. Gill for coaching us, SJ, oo S occer Back: David, Gardiner, McMurray, Mr. Gill, Spooner, Hutch¬ ings, Bowes. Front: Vonvegesack, Squire, Menzies, McKnight, Kilgour, Bredin, Frith. Back: McPherson, Wood, Bracken, Kilgour, David, Bredin. Middle: Gardiner, Tucker, Spooner, Heffelfinger, McConnell, Frith. Front: Wright, Fraser, Black, Campbell, Vonvegesack,’ Smith, Hutchings. The four games played this year gave the First Eleven added experience, and helped to sharpen House Play. The team improved gradually, and reached a peak in the final match against Varennes, scoring two goals, and helping Spooner to a shut¬ out. Campbell, Donahue, Bredin, and Frith proved to be the backbone of the team, along with steady stand-up play from Spooner. The Second Eleven (Form VI) played one match against Oakenwald, and this proved to be an exciting 1-1 game. Scores: SJR vs Nor berry . 0-2 SJR vs Norberry . 1-2 SJR vs Varennes . 0-5 SJR vs Varennes . 2-0 84

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iteravy Jltil wa y While approaching the Midway, the first sign of it is the ear-splitting din of the calliope, but when you are right in the thick of it, the hubbub changes to the clamor and racket of the “rides”, each one with its part icular form of music. Then come the many barkers, with their raucous voices attempting to persuade people to see their shows or buy their wares. While the spectators observe the caged animals, the howling, roaring, growling, and bawling of the lions, tigers, monkeys, and others is distracting to the ear. The Midway has a smell of its own. There is the pungent odour of onions from hamburgers, the reeking fumes of hot fat used for some of their foods and for most of their cooking. As you pass by the caged animals, ammoniacal odours assail the nostrils. The overall pitcure of the Midway is bright and glittering. Everything which is paintable is painted in bright glaring colours. There are coloured, bright, fluttering pennants everywhere. The per¬ formers are dressed in shiny clothes and gaudy costumes. All this garishness is done for a purpose; it is to excite your senses and put you in a free spend¬ ing mood. —Jim Black Form 7. “hockey rink” but they didn’t know it. By climb¬ ing up a wall they found a trap-door. They opened it and saw the strangest things—some two-armed creatures with metal feet and leather hands . . . in these hands they held a wood thing with which they hit each other and a round black thing, and tried to get it into a type of cage. In front of the cage was a monster trying to stop the little thing. In the midst of a very exciting play, the referee looked up and saw, of all things, two monkeys dangling from a time-clock, while a player was about to shoot. He blew his whistle and asked everyone to remain seated while he closed all the exists and phoned the zoo. Later he came back and began to say, “I have just phoned the zoo to tell them about this. We will, since the period is only thirty seconds old, start again . . .” Very shortly the zoo attendant came along. “How can we get them down from there?” one asked. “That is a good question,” replied the other. They thought and thought. “Can you lower the time- clock?” they asked the referee. “Yes,” he replied. So it happened that they lowered the clock and put the monkeys back in the cage to take them to the zoo. The monkeys liked it too! —David Searle Form 5 A few years ago, a shipment of monkeys came from a circus and many zoos. They were sent here because they needed training. All went well for a few months, but then they started acting in a funny manner. They tried to get out, so were put in a larger cage. When they were fed, the attend¬ ant dropped his keys without knowing it. The monkeys saw this and thought of some¬ thing. They got the keys and were about to open the door when some people came along. “Look at the monkey with the toy keys,” one cried. They all laughed and soon went away. Very shortly the monkeys broke out of their cage and ran around the zoo. An hour later they found an exit and ran around the town. Soon they came to a very strange place that we call a anis The old schooner sailed On the summer sea, And left the islands Behind with glee. Filled to the brim With Spanish gold, She cut the waves With ten men bold. A storm blew up With rain and thunder And by the morning The ship was under. The gold is left For those who dare To cross the sea, And find it t here. , QM —Royden Richardson Form 6 86