Appleby College - Argus Yearbook (Oakville, Ontario Canada)

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6B i«r4J .- FRONT ROW: Phillips, Schmidt, Robert- son II, Rolin, Thornley. CENTRE ROW: Coups, Bates. Gregory, Hamilton, Streight. BACK ROW: Turnbull, Wilson III, Hard- man, Sopinka, Fell. FRONT ROW: Sidford, Strucken, Thom- son III, New, Wood II, Toles II, Sloane. CENTRE ROW: Senst, Chapman III, Richardson, Wendling, Sharpe. Crawford- Brown, Gray III. BACK ROW: Duncan. Taylor III. Vernon I, Ross III. Vernon II. Grimm II. Copestick, Peacock. FRONT ROW: MacKay. Hassal. Gordon II, McQuhae, Knight, Crawford II. BACK ROW: Gatrell II, Filipovic, Petkovich, Piasecki, Nightingale. Camp- bell. 156

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7A FRONT ROW: Dorion, Yates. Gilroy, McConnell II, Morgan, Scott II. CENTRE ROW: Krempulec, Marshall. Stewart, Jenkin II, Hughes, Shaw. BACK ROW: Mueller I, Hughes II, Werda, Tasi, Boyd II, Paletta, Johnston II. 7B FRONT ROW: Fife II, Freeman, Cockell, Crawford I, McKenzie, Meredith, Rampen II. CENTRE ROW: Hylton, McConnell I, Grat- ton, Griffin II, Kay, Chapman II, Bryant. BACK ROW: Hainsworth, McNair. Thurley, Stark, Hawley II, Neumann, Caird. ! 95 j£!WK£ 6A FRONT ROW: Mueller II, Sutton. Phippen. Gordon I, Hueton II. Samuel. CENTRE ROW: Paterson III. Fretwell. Haldane. Connor. Weisbaum. Ross. BACK ROW: Halman. Husebye. Hughes III, Stalder, Distelmeyer, Burchmore. 155

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The two Siamese cats were wat- ching the TV with great interest. Their two big blue eyes were open wide and their black and white ears were sticking up. On the screen were the two best teams: the Buffalo Bears against the Dog Gon Dogs. Ralph, the older cat, and his sister, Pat, were very excited. All their soft fur was sticking straight up. Meanwhile, their best friend, Charlie Chester, the old witch ' s black cat, was also watching the game in his house. That old witch is nagging again! ' murmured Charlie, ' I wish she ' d be quiet so I can hear the game. ' He turned his attention to the TV set. ' Yeh! We scored, we scored. ' (We, meaning his favourite team, the Buffalo Bears.) The raccoon pair were also wat- ching the game with delight. Every time a player had a home run, they ' d yell and scream. (Even if it was not on their favourite team). Peter ' s black paws were always in the way of the TV screen. The excitement was so much for him, that he would annoy his poor brother. Then his twin brother, John, began to retaliate by punching him out of the way. John yelled, ' I ' ll get you for that! ' One could hear yells and screams everywhere. Even out- side! Mrs. Scrooge, the old dog next door, who heard the commotion, telephoned the raccoons com- plaining that they had been making too much noise. ' I ' m trying to go to sleep! ' she ex- claimed in an English voice, ' and you are disturbing my peace. ' Her glasses were down to her long pointy nose and she was still wearing her yellow party hat from last night. Suddenly the announcer shouted from the TV screen, ' The game is over! ' Just as quickly, everything became quiet. Even John and Peter calmed down trying to hear who won. In the peace that followed Mrs. Scrooge finally fell asleep. Charlie was standing up and crying because he did not know the final score. Neither did Ralph and Pat, who were an- noyed. The day ended. Everyone went to bed and was soon fast asleep. Stuart Taylor He had been running for a tedious period of time in the scorchingly torrid sun. Far down the track I saw his vague outline emerging from a mirage. Since the sun was in my eyes, he ap- peared to me as a silhouette. As he approached, I saw his face fury, scarlet red with rivulets of sweat pouring down his face and splashing into his rotating legs. I saw signs of excruciating pain, torture, and agony. His muscles were rippling as they unwound his great titanic energy within him. He was a man of great stamina, staggering on and on, out of sight. Peter Jaciw As the strong wind blew through the litter-filled street, the scraps of paper formed eddies. They swirled on the dusty sidewalk and danced through the muddy gutters. The people passed by not even noticing these tiny tor- nadoes. There were candy- wrappers, potato-chip bags, Christmas wrappings, even a crumbled exam paper. The neglected trash whirled through the down-town streets and onto the public park. But the people of the city paid no attention to the swirling scraps for they were just the brown autumn leaves of the city streets. Stephen Durst As the two boys walked down the dark gloomy valley, they heard a faint rattling sound that made their spines tingle. The sound became louder and louder. The two terrified boys darted down the road hoping to escape the terrifying sound. They ran until they were exhausted; by now the sounds of the chains could not be heard. The two exhausted boys continued to walk down the road. A few minutes later, the rat- tling sound could be heard again. The two boys looked at each other. One boy said, ' Let ' s hide between them crates over there. ' The boys both agreed. The eerie sound of the chains came closer and closer. The cold sweat rolled down their faces. The sound was just about upon them. They peered out between the two boxes. To their amazement, it was a dog. The rattling sound was the chain, for the dog must have escaped from his master, dragging the chain behind. The two boys heaved a sigh of relief and patted the dog in joy. Ian Fife One beautiful morning I got up. I noticed that a farmer was carrying me to his house. I was very pleased that I was moving because when I was at the store, it was dusty and there was always a smell of oil and gasoline. Here I smelt the wife ' s 157