Appleby College - Argus Yearbook (Oakville, Ontario Canada)

Page 187 text:

SAILING It was on a bright and windy day The Appleby Lasers cast away Determined they would sail all day However, the wind would have its way. The skipper busily grasped the main sheet And holding it was quite a great feat For the wind was very strong and gusting And the water ' s spray tremendously stinging. He gave the crew the main sheet For he himself did not want to beat However, the outhaul snapped with a wack And the mast went over with a smack. The ice cold water bit the skipper ' s knees And the crew screamed that he was going to freeze But the skipper calmly went round the stern Thinking the crew would have to learn. The skipper pulled with a mighty heave-ho For he knew that up the mast it would go The crew scrambled fearfully into the boat For he had hit the water without a coat. The crew man he was full of fear For he thought his death was very near But the skipper remained eternally calm For a bit of cold water would do no harm. James MacKay THE RAIN THAT FALLS LIKE TEARS UPON MY FACE The rain that falls like tears upon my face, The quiet stillness of the dreary streets, The darkened alley along which I pace, While leaky gutters drip in rhythmic beats. The tall and gloomy buildings rise and meet Above my head against the clouded sky; Birds fly round in search of a retreat. All this is seen through my regretful eye. A jagged streak of lightening flashes down. For that brief time the dusk is turned to day. The thunder echoes through the sleepless town And angry winds make sturdy lamp-posts sway. Unfortunately those days cause much pain. Inevitably they shall come again. John Lancaster

Page 186 text:

100 MILES 100 miles 1 have to run. Running and hoping to get it done. That 100 miles siill left to run Tripping, stumbling, hitting a pine, ' Till I ' ve covered almost 9. I ' m getting tired, but I ' ll not stop, Until I feel I ' m going to drop. Out of the woods and along the path, I think I ' ve run almost half. I ha e got to run that 50 miles. Up a gentle slope 1 creep Upon reaching the top it starts to get steep. Sprinting downhill, I completely wipe out. It really stings, but I ' ll not pout. Until I run that 100 miles. George Nicholson ' - : WINTER Snowflakes swirl round and round, softly and slowly they tough the ground; A thick white carpet along the street. Crunches and creaks beneath my feet, Everything ' s larger with its cost of white, Glistening, dazzling, sparkling, bright; In the cold exciting breeze. Snow like ice cream falls off trees; Iced up puddles along the path, . When you slip they seem to laugh; The old cold winter eventually goes. But he has numbed me from nose to toes. Andrew Lewis Big black thunder clouds Cover the bright golden sun Good and evil fight. Andrew Lewis Seagull dips and flies And dives into the ocean Then soars away. Grant Norwood Years and years go by What is this fortune wasted? This fortune is time. (Ihris Humoniuk

Page 188 text:

Junior School ■ Drama This year ' s production, called TROGS!, was a science fiction-fantasy about two races of unusual creatures fighting for a precious gem that radiated peace. Two space cadets earning merit badges become entangled in the feud. Joining forces with the present guardians of the gem (called the Adamas ' ), these brave boys fought against the vicious denizens of the deep, the Trogs, and encountered many strange events. The courageous cadets, Alpha (James Mairs) and Beta (Michael Pepall), first met the Trogs and nearly had a confrontation. Subsequently, they discovered the Gentilians led by Balthazar (Neol Peacock), his wife, Palma (Danny Moses) and their children. Noma (Rob Evans), Palma (David Berriman), Pulvere (Henry Mann) and Flower (Raymond Wong). Noma suffered a horrible death when he was decapitated by a Zamboni (Kurt Mull). They returned to the caves to find their children had been kidnapped. The Trogs appeared and demanded the Adamas as ransom. Jezebel the Mystic (Greg Williams) came to aid the Gentilians in their delemma. Sent out to find a wizard of the black arts names Sorceron (Nick Nightingale), the cadets stumbled upon the magician ' s guards, the Wereworms (Tony MacKinnon, Derek Mattimore, David Sorokolit). Finally finding Sorceron, they return to the caves. Sorceron uses the Adamas to discover the Trogs ' caves and then decides to steal the gem for himself. When refused, Sorceron traps Beta and Balthazar. When he exits, the Trogs appear and threaten to roast Beta if they are not given the location of the mine. The Chief Trog, Trikor, was played to the hilt by Mr. Nair Bailey. In the end. Alpha returns and kills all the Trogs (Richard Buysschaert, Scott Millar, Geoff Spidle, Mark Follows and Peter Mann). Trikor is sent to find his way in the world alone. Happily the Gentilian children are returned and Alpha and Beta watch as the Adamas claims the life of Sorceron. As the smoke clears, the two cadets realize they are overdue and quickly try to think of ex- cuses that their tutors might believe as to their long absence. This production required the talents of many people and special commendation must go to Richard Schooling and his able-bodied stage crew for a realistic set. The stage manager was Mark Duncan and the lighting was capably managed by Elliott Newmann and Bart Sam- brook. A special word - Brilliant - must be used to describe the costuming which was supervised by Mrs. Diana Berriman and Mrs. Rosalind Nightingale and executed by a large host of Appleby mothers who donated their time and expertise.