Trinity College School - Record Yearbook (Port Hope, Ontario Canada)

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The Mayor’s Baby In 1972 Mayor Jean Drapeau of Montreal proposed that Canada submit a bid for the 1976 Sum- mer Olympic Games. The host city would, of course, be Montreal and the Games, he stated, would help unite Canada. This seemed a fine idea due to the current talk of separation but the greatest point that the Mayor made was that the Games would be self-financed or his name wasn’t Jean. He was even quoted to have said that if the Games weren’t self-financed then a male could give birth. At the moment I’m not worried if it will be a boy or a girl but whether there will be quadruplets or more. M Drapeau is a fun-loving man who loves to bring status to his name by making his city a “better place to live in”. He brought to Montreal a great subway. Expo 67, the Expos baseball team and even Johnny Rogers. This time he might have gone a bit too far as the 1976 Olympics may be shad- ing up to be a disaster. ' v 7 , J To begin with, the Games’ construction site costs have doubled since the ‘Merry Mayor’ made his first estimates a few year ago. Second, the construction itself has been sporadic due to vajH j ous strikes including a crucial iron workers walk-off a few weeks ago. However more strikes looih in the future as the Quebec Government and Quebec Labour Movement get set to do battle once again. Third, Olympic money-raising schemes such as coin and stamp selling, which wer® expected to be great s uccesses, have suffered and will not reach estimated sales. This is due tm inflation, lack of interest in the States, and even a Canadian Mint Workers strike. JHr Fourth, the Olympic Lotteries have 1 1 so Fallen into trouble. Some of thejothen provinces o® Canada feel that, because it is a ' Canadian Lottery’, they should receive a shar of the profits. All these economic problems have -led to further w«ries for Drapeau Roger Bourreau, aJf member of the Olympic planning committed is starting to grumble about the Mafer’s “fancy’ B stadium and its parachute roof He would rather tear up the Autostade and transport it over to| the construction site. Finally we even have vibrations from Premier Dave Barrett of British: Columbia who recently said that the “W ' est ’ would have nothing to do with Olympic financing. After just getting rid of the ’76 Winter Olympics, I don’t blame him. To add to all this, the Canadian branch of the Olvmpic Federation has drawn a deadline. That is, the Quebec Government and Jean Drapeau will have to decide whether or not the Olympics will indeed stay in Montreal. The deadline is February 15, 1975. which would probably give the Federation time to fix up the Munich site if indeed Montreal did drop out. Eighteen months be- fore the 1972 Games;! the Munich stadium had grass growing in it, but all that Montreal can pre- sent is a hole in the ground and a lot of dreams. All in all the Mayor is pregnant and if he isn’t careful he may have a miscarriage. His fine vis- ions were great; and I thought that the Olympic Games would go smoothly and be a tremendous help for Quebec and Canada In fact the only worry I had about the whole situation was any influ- ence that might be exerted by the F.L.Q. and the Quebec Separatists. However, let ' s not count them out as they could well be the icing on the cake, if it ever gets baked. It is sad that the Games have run into so many problems but I think the Mayor has taken on something too big wi doing his homework beforehand. If he can pull this one out of the fire, I think the ’76 Olympics will become one of the great wonders of the world — not only because it will include some of the most amazing architecture the world has ever seen but because it will have actually survived through all its hardships. With all the problems one would be tempted to say the heck with the whole thing, but I do hope that it goes through. After all, it is Canada’s show and we are host- ing the world. A 12

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Whistler Experience Lonely, lofty peaks huddle softly under the first scattered patches of the morning sun. Soon, like aged women, they will reach their hands high until . . . Majestic sun-splashed mountains will stand steadfast to meet the oncoming rush of the Skiers. Those tiny termites which infest this poor old lady. Screaming, running, rushing, Eating, falling, crushing. Those mogul-mashers who run wild in her beautifully-shaped bumps; Crazy Caucasians mule-kicking their way over her cornices and cliffs; And powder hounds, carving turns in the peaceful serenity of her soft, downy hair. High in the treeless bowls we stopped to rest. Tired after our long hike, we surveyed the world, and then . . . With one last look, I pushed on my poles and started to go down through the field of infinite snow. Wind, snow, and sun glide by, flowing into one. The mind is soaring in excited anticipation of joy, delight, and exhiliration. The floating body is a picture of symmetry and grace as powdery snow swirls from the feet which are carving turns in space. Skiing . . . Freedom.