Appleby College - Argus Yearbook (Oakville, Ontario Canada)

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Appointments Head Prefect J.J. Rosseel Deputy Head Prefect p.A. Taylor Prefects: In Colley House N.R. Waterfield p Maslon P.F. Cutler R.C. Wilson C. Kingsley In Powell ' s House J.A. Wright E.F. Hebert P.P. Bloemen M.M. Pendharkar I. Cameron In Walker House D. Stuart S.W. Roloff J.A.M. Slattery J.T. Wetmore B.G. Peart J.A. Hall Brooks Chapel Wardens P.A. Taylor B.G. Peart W.C. Beasley J.T. Wetmore I. Cameron J.A. Wright W.J.M. Cheney G.M. Johnson C. Kingsley J.W. Manning Student ' s Activities Committee: President ... J.A. Wright Secretary P. Crosbie Junior School Prefects: Head Boy L. Gratton Prefects - D. Dorlon E. Morgan A. Paletta P. Stewart Captain of Football J.J. Rosseel Vice Captain of Football T. Green Captain of Soccer J. Morgan Vice Captain of Soccer C. Zahovskis Captain of Hockey P.A. Taylor Vice Captain of Hockey C. Stuart Captain of Basketball M.M. Pendharkar Vice Captain of Basketball P- To Captain of Squash I.D. McKenzie Captain of Swimming J.A. Wright Vice Captain of Swimming P.P. Bloemen Captain of Cricket P.A. Taylor Vice Captain of Cricket N.M. Jamieson Captain of Rugger J.J. Rosseel Vice Captain of Rugger R. Maslon

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W tJ!!; iMiT ' ll ■mi M.W. DesRoches, B.A. J.E. Dickens. B.Ed., M.Ed. R. Francis, 8. So. W.H. Humphreys, B. Comm. P. Josselyn, B.A. N.R. Landry, B.A., M.A. E.R. Larsen, B.A., M.A. D.W.L. Manbert, B.A. J. McConnell G.S. McLean, B.A., M.A. C.W. Noble, B.A. C. Revill, Teacher ' s Certificate F.J. Richardson, B.A. A.P.H. Royse, G.T.C.L. The Rev. W.L. Sharpe, B.A.Sc, M.Comm., LST R.G. Shorney, A.O.C.A. D. Singer, B.A. W.D.R. Smith, B.A. R.T. Snowden, B.A. The Rev. I.G. Stuart, Theological School D.A. Turner, B.Sc, B.Ed. J. Washington, B.Sc. LIBRARY STAFF C.L. Stott, B.A., M.A., M.L.S. Mrs. Carole Stuart, B.A. THE INFIRMARY M.A. McCulloch, M.D, Mrs. D.H. Maxwell, R.N. Mrs. A. Royse, S.R.N. Mrs. W.L. Sharpe, R.N. ADMINISTRATION Lt. Col. A.V. Robbins, CD. PPCLI (Ret) V.W.M. OByrne Mrs. P. Carter Mrs. R.W. Ford, B.H.Sc. Miss Hilda Chattaway Miss D.L. Wethey Mrs. J.L. Pritchard Mrs. L. Winthrop Mrs. F. Tov nsend Mrs. M. Hebert R. Bye MWO W.H. Currie, CD, RC Sigs (Ret) HOUSE MATRONS English Mathematics Head of Chemistry Business. Economics, Spanish Head of English Head of Classics Mathematics and Scripture Head of Geography Director of Art Form Master, Grade 8B Director of Northward Bound Head of Mathematics Mathematics Director of Music Form Master, Grade 4 Form Master, Grade 6B History English Form Master, Grade 7B Chaplain Junior School Science Head of Physics Head Librarian Assistant Librarian School Physician Head Nurse Nurse Nurse Business Administrator Director of Development Bursar Dietician Head Cook Headmaster ' s Secretary Accountant Secretary Secretary Secretary Building and Grounds Superintendent Co-ordlnafor Support Services Mrs. P. Alexander Mrs. I. Lytle Mrs. M. Paterson Mrs. W. Meade Colley House Powell ' s House Walker House Junior School House

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Valedictory (This valedictory address was delivered to the School during the Closing ceremonies, June 12, 1976.) I present to each of you this problem: how should you ad- cress your school, for the last time? What should be said? How should you say it? I feel the need to thank, and bid farewell to, the scores of people who have been Appleby to me. They have been my companions, examples, friends, and counsels for the past five years. Time does not allow the privilege of ex- pressing my gratitude to each in- dividual, so my sincere thanks must go out to you collectively. You shall NOT be soon forgotten. Having been entrusted with the responsibility of delivering this address, I am compelled to leave the boys of the school with a message on behalf of the Class of 76 . After a year in which there has existed some measure of dis- content at every level, I would think it imperative that each one of you sit down alone, sometime this summe r and think . . . REALLY think about why you are here, and just WHAT you are doing at Appleby. I should like this message to take the form of a story or fable. Trusting that it will not prove an insult to your intelligence, I will proceed. There once lived a wretched old troll, who occupied the space beneath a very ancient bridge. He had lived there since the beginning of time. This troll, sup- posedly the guardian of the bridge, had, through indolence and neglect, allowed it to fall into disrepair. He was blind to the needs of the bridge and did not care to replace its worn and weathered parts. He thought the attention an unnecessary bother; he did not believe that his bridge would ever collapse. Now, in the same neigh- bourhood, there lived a herd of wise, old goats who crossed the bridge twice every day, to and from their grassy feeding ground. Being well aware of the troll ' s neglectful tendencies towards the bridge, they would prudently scan its stone arches before each crossing, watching for any indication that the structure might be unsafe. They also made a point of mentioning daily the sorry state of the bridge to the troll, who, upon hearing this, would merely grunt, roll over and fall asleep. One day, the goats broke their routine of crossing the bridge, seeing that it was surely in danger of collapsing. They told the troll, We are no longer confident that your bridge is capable of supporting itself, let alone us. They warned him that he must do something to save the bridge, before all was lost. The troll, of course, would not listen. Ignoring them, he grunted, rolled over, and passed into a lazy sleep. Th en it happened that one of the stones holding up the bridge, being exhausted after years of thankless effort and inattention, finally began to give way. Its mortar, crumbling into small pieces, rained down upon the slumbering troll. Being rudely awakened, he sat up and swiped the dust away. BONK! , without warning, the large stone fell upon his head. Worried that the entire edifice might crumble, the troll scurried away to the safety of higher ground. Though trembling for a moment from the loss of its arch- stone, the bridge did not give way. From this new vantage point the troll finally realized the extent to which he had endangered his domain, and, indeed, how close he had come to losing it. Time passed and the troll changed his ways. He cared for the bridge and serviced it con- scientiously and it stood forever. Returning now to reality, I would urge you to follow the troll ' s fun- damental change in attitude. Do not attend this school as an un- concerned student, care for it; care about it. Contribute to and participate in it. Most importantly, remember .... it is the people in a school, and their actions and attitude, that make it great or small. Bygone years do not matter so much as the present and near - future . . . and what you decide to do with them. My best wishes to youall. John J. Rosseel 8