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

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»omy-sjji. FUN IN THE SUN IN This year’s Winter Carnival was a credit to its orgainizers. The key word was fun, and the snow-oriented frolics provided just that. The day began with a broomball game and at the same time a Nats versus Senior “A” game. The Senior “A’s” won largely because they were shooting at the “sieve” and the Nats were short a few players. Nevertheless, Fran Huck found time to show a few boys a trick or two. The broomball game pitted anyone against everyone, and featured wild melees in front of either net. Fortunately, nothing more than several bruised and lacerated shins, and frozen extremeties resulted. The whole scene must have been a delight to the eye however with tens of wallowing rhinos and Mr. Ramsey scrambling about after a ball. If one had to pick a star it would have to be Mr. Ramsey who showed himself to be porous as a goalie and ineffective as a forward, but who livened up the proceedings with his Maori mating calls, and fierce cheers of “Up the All Blacks.” He also converted a number of innocent bystanders by handing out Quotations from Chairman Holyoake to any likely subject. The final score was Anyone 10, Everyone 3. The fun-filled happening next in line was the three- legged race. There were only two teams entered so it was decided to have it a relay with two legs (not three; the name is misnomer.) As a result everyone could win. The winners, no reflection on their personalities were, Stewart Searle and Jane Harrison, and John Hutchings and Janet Denmark were the respective legs, no reflection intended on any of the four’s limbs particularly the charming and talented girls. The snow sculpture contest was held immediately after the two legged relay, and the second, third, and fourth best sculptures, i.e. in no order of merit. Hockey S.J.R.?, Bootlegger’s Dream and World Hockey 1970 received prizes. In addition to these, other sculptures of great merit or even greater merit were lovingly constructed; Andy Capp disguised as a lobster and a turtle disguised as a Great Bernard were among the highlights of the remaining objets d’art. 88

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WHICH Swirling wisps of grey doubt swish past, Causing people to secretly shiver with fear. Have you felt that life is too dear? Or is it something that will last? Questions of existence have oft arose, Creating doubt in the minds of those who ask, “Is life only too hard a task? Or can it simply be defined in prose? ” Love and hate compare and contrast, Being results of both passion and fear. Have you felt that life is too dear? Or is it something that will last ? Gerald Schwartz Form VI STUDENTS IN REVOLT Do the student revolts of today reflect the crisis that our society is reaching, whereby it will destroy itself internally or do they show the hatred of innocent students for the corruption that evidently grips our society? I am inclined to believe that students are products of our society and will be influenced by it. They are revolting against the society, yet if they were given power, they would form the same society, because they know no other. Therefore, student revolts are simply making evident the increasing degrada¬ tion that our way of life is suffering from because of the reckless ambition of many of our inhabitants. The revolting of students runs on a parallel to the revolting of the working class. University students of today are being trained mainly as working class employees. They will have to begin at the bottom and work up. However, because of the greatly increased technical knowledge within modern students that attend universities today, students have become more self-confident and individualistic. They spend years in school; when they are out they expect to lead an easy life with good pay. However, in our highly technical society, a university education is a necessity for obtaining a job in the working class, which compels any student to begin at the bottom. The working class of today is revolting against its poor working conditions and lack of pay. This extrinsic reason for revolt is offset by the true reason for revolt, the wish to rise above the masses and be individualistic. Likewise, the students of today are fighting for individualism and individual recognition. Last year the student revolt at Simon Fraser University in British Columbia epitomized the connection between worker and student. The working class of Burnaby and Richmond no less than enthusiastically supported the revolt, and several businesses supplied the students with posters and billboards. The S.F.U. students had no particular reason for revolting. Simon Fraser University is one of the most adequately equipped universities in Canada. The mass of students was led on by a few radical students who had felt that student individuality had been lost. These radical leaders were prominent for a few months and then the students would follow another leader. The students had several new Deans appointed in the span of one year. However, the latest feeling among students has been a turn from the radical stand to a moderate stand. S.F.U. students have begun to realize that their position is very good, despite the apparent smothering of their individuality. The students have become individuals within a framework of the masses. The news media has influenced students greatly because of the extensive coverage given to student revolutions. Some students just go to revolts to get in on the excitement or to make the news. Some leaders are only starting revolts to make the news. There are many who believe deeply in their cause, but there are just as many who are happy as they are. Student revolts definitely show that there is a flaw in our society, but it is not a flaw which can be righted by giving a handful of inexperienced teenagers the power of control. Students have been dissatisfied and revolutionary for centuries. It is a stage in the life development of students. The less publicity these revolts get, the less violent the revolts will be, and support of them will soon die out. Student revolts do make us realize the corruption in some of the prominent establishments of our society and makes the individual view our society with less esteem. Kent Stewart Form V A TALE OF WOE The man, short and swarthy, kicked nervously at the old tin can. It rolled up the slight incline a way, paused as if wondering where to go and then rattled down into the gutter. This was how it was in life for Old Garth; he rolled uphill for awhile but then when his business failed, he was pushed into the gutter of the city—the slums. A quick glance at him told you he was badly off; his aged brown suit, under the strains of fifteen years, was faded and frayed, the more obvious holes were patched with bits of old rags, sewn in place with large, plebeian stitches and coarse black thread, his shoes were worn thin at the soles and were scuffed badly on top. He wore no coat, no hat. He had no money, no respect, no hope. Each day, uninspired, he shambled along through the higher class streets of the city, unfolding his palms towards any passers-by. Sometimes a pitying soul would drop a few coins into his outstretched hands, but more often they went by, silently saying “No.” Such was the life of the old man. No one worried about him, no one cared. Ted Bigelow Form V 87

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In keeping with Carnival policy of non-stop fun, the next frolic was snow football. Hard-nosed Jane Harrison had her face rearranged (not without desirable consequences) while putting a crushing cross-body block on the goal post. Aside from the occasional electrifying run by Long Gone Thomas, the game fell into a pattern of punt and return punt, and aside from the monumental battles on the line between Heather Gladstone, and Janet Hinton there is not much to report here. After the snow bowl game which was won by the white stetsons over the black stetsons the visitor was free to enjoy dinner, which was free. After dinner came the tally-hos. The format was the same as in other years: straw, horses, and extreme cold. The prize for throwing the most people off the sled, and under its runners was not awarded this year as no one had their legs crushed, and therefore, no outright winner could be declared. After the tally-ho was over, and all the straw removed from stuffed shirts, the frollies entered a new phase, namely a dance, featuring the sweet amplified sounds of the U.F.O. At the first break, four unemployed Moabites having nothing better to do changed clothes with their dates, un¬ fortunately, not on the dance floor. They decided to hold a spontaneous Carnival Queen Contest, and when the four, Mr. Laidlaw, Brian Spooner, Don Percifield, Rob Mitchell, returned looking for all the world like stars of the Croatian field hockey team, it was unanimously decided to vote all four winners (it being a title no one else wanted anyway.) When these had been cleared from the dance floor, one and all were able to do their own dancing thing. At last when the last buzz had left their shattered ear drums, all the tired little teddy bears lying in bed could look back on it all, and not without a certain catch in their voices say, “Golly, it was SNOW SCULPTURE PRIZE WINNERS EM ISP HE s J ' x