Ashbury College - Ashburian Yearbook (Ottawa, Ontario Canada)

Text from Pages 1 - 148 of the 1973 volume:

qi.. , THE ASHBURIAN Y 1 Q lb WW if --f 1 I rr , .,' L L 1 J UL 5' ' bn 'Q 1' .22-fy its 1 . I H ,,aZfi?gEf?f3EQ ,X g?.5E?1x-' 4 T 44 .::?f:1:53s.,1: -0 'f '5 f A Y' ' ' . fl:fJ7'1' Z? X gs: V KX , ,, ,J gg V, -A . X Ai ,fix 3. X 6? 2' I 5 fy -, 1,1 1 . J 1 f Us r A' 'Lf A 1' -.P ' ' 1 , wr i f W5 UE' , .. f X M .I if J- . 1 D ! r pf iff it Z f ' in -Q! lm if 17 9-'T 7 ., 3!?2ijL1SJ.i A- --1L.f'1...'5- flu: .....,.., - T- WM . -W , mg -' H- I ' '- 'h-T -'--... ..+,..H- ,. U' ,W . - - at 1447. rfzx -Xu on I ,'-'Z' lx , g IH' Hg gf 'FE JPWSXISA .Bti ax ' fl: H , Cf- ,---w-4' ,.,,,.,-M ,..,,-v W ,'1l5fzf0ff! f 1'-'i'fAf . 3 - - .. ' cfs! X3 N , ' ,N .. iz QV ASHBURY CCILLECQE IJTTAWVA 1973 ,- ASHBURY COLLEGE Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa, Canada The Board of Govemors Ian A. Barclay, Esq. ...,...,.,., . .,.,,,..,A.,.4,.,, H 'L. W. C. S. Barnes, Esq., M.A. CCantab.J, F.R.Econ.S. 'Oha.rles K. Brown, Esq., Past Chairman ...,.. . J, M. Coyne, Esq., Q.C. ,,,.. ,A..A,, a,,...... ,..,.... . . YJ. A. Farquhar, Esq., B.A. 'James D. Fisher, Esq. ..44,,, , W. A. Grant, Esq., Q.C. ..,. , G. F. Henderson, Esq., Q.C. ,, XJ. G. M. Hooper, Esq., Secretary ......,............. The Hon. A. B. R. Lawrence, Q.C., M.P.P. David Loeb, Esq. .... .........,,.. .,... . ...,.. . . tDonald Maclaren, Esq., B.Sc., P.Eng. .. .. WW. J. Mulock, Esq., B.A. ...... , .... ..,,,. . bFRobert H. Pitfield, Esq. .....,... . Harold W. Price, Esq. ..........., 'FE. N. Rhodes, Esq., Jr., Chairman ,.......,,., The Right Reverend W. I. Robinson, B.A. ,... . Oommodore W. G. Ross, C.D., R.C.N. iRet'd.J .. Hohn C. Scarth, Esq., B.Sc. .,..,..,...,,,.,,,....,,.........,.. D. Cargill Southam, Esq. ..... . David M. Stewart, Esq. ........ .........,,.... , .. E. P. Taylor, Esq., C.M.G., B.Sc. .. ..., 9fCaptain V. J. Wilgress, R.C.N. CRet'd.J .. W. J. R. Wilson, Esq. ...........,...,.,..... .......... ..... , XG. S. M. Woollcombe, Esq., M.A. .............,.. .. 'Denotes members of the Executive Committee Q llll Q null' lm -nlllllllm mllllllm- 2 ,. .... Vancouver Ottawa , ....., Montreal Ottawa Ottawa Ottawa Montreal . ...... Ottawa Ottawa Ottawa . ..........,................. Ottawa Buckingham, P.Q. Ottawa Ottawa Montreal . ...... Ottawa . .... , ..,............... Ottawa .. Merrickville, Ont. . ...,.. . ,... ,,.... O ttawa Montreal .,.,.,............ Montreal The Bahama Islands , ............,... .. Ottawa Toronto Paris, France CONTENTS Board of Governors , 2 Staff ...............r,......... . 4 School Officers ......... ,. 6 Notes .......,.......r.4...4..,.r.r.... ,, 7 Closing Ceremonies .,.s . ,, 8 Prize List ......... .......,..,ns.....,,,..........,......,. .,.s... 1 1 Ashbury College Student Company ..,......,. ..,..,. 1 3 New Members of the Academic Staff ..,...,..... ....... 1 4 The Gondoliers' .,.,,r.. ...... . 15 Connaught House rrr...,, ,,...r. 1 6 Woollcombe House ......, ..r.... 1 6 Ladies' Guild - President's Report r...r.... ,,..,.. 1 7 Chapel Notes .....r.r.. ....,,,r.. ....... 1 8 Action Ashbury ,.r... ,. .,...r. 20 Debating .r....,.n.,.,r.c .,r.,.,,.....,....r..r.... A . ..,r....,.. ..,.. . 21 Ashbury College Reconstruction . ....., , .,,..,. 22 Dormitory Renewal Project A c,... ....,.. 2 7 Mediterranean Cruise .,... .,., .. 28 Snowshoeing . .,,., .,..........,,.,, .,....,.,........, A . 29 Ashburians on Parliament Hill .s.. ..... . 30 Sports Section .....,,., ..,.c 31 Senior School Form List .,.., .. 41 Literary Section ,...... ....... 4 3 Junior Ashburian ..r...n. 77 School Register .. ,A .,.r..,, 118 3 STAFF HEADMASTER W. A. Joyce, D.S.O., E.D., B.Sc. tUniversity of Manitobaj -Physics ASSISTAN T HEADMASTER J. J. Marland, A.C.P., Dip.Ed., M.l.N.O., lLondonj, Teachers' Certificate QOntario and U.K.J -Head of Department in Mathematics DIRECTOR OF THE SENIOR SCHOOL P. H. Josselyn, B.A. tUniversity of Nottinghaml, Dip.Ed. QU.K.J - Head of Department in English DIRECTOR OF THE JUNIOR SCHOOL M. H. E. Sherwood, M.Ed. lUniversity of Massachusettsj, B.A. CCarletonJ - English R. J. Anderson, C.D. - Director of Athletics G. R. Armstrong, D.D. -F rench, Commerce Lt. Cdr. G. W. Babbitt, R.C.N. lRetd.J -English Mrs. G. W. Babbitt, lst Class Teachers' Licence tN.B.J -Mathematics G. B. Bacon, Ph.D., B.A. tUniversity of New Brunswickj -Biology J. L. Beedell, B.Sc. lCarletonJ, Ottawa Teachers' College - Science, Outdoor Education B. W. Bellamy, B.Sc. QCarletonJ - Chemistry, Mathematics J. C. Boone, M.Ed. lState University of New Yorkj -Geography P. J. Flynn, Westem Australia Teachers' Certificate-Geography J. A. Glover, M.A. QOXon.J -Head of Department in Moderns F. K. Graham, Mus.B. QTorontoJ, F.R.C.O., F.R.C.C.O., A.R.T.C. -Director of Music The Rev. E. E. Green, B.A. tTorontoJ, B.D.-Cltaplaing Public Speaking, World Religions J. H. Humphreys-Oral French G. E. Hyatt, B.Sc. CBishop's Universityj -Chemistry, Mathematics C. J. Inns, B.A. tUniversity of Walesl - Housemaster of Woollcombe House Boardersf French Mrs. J. R. Linn-Renzedial Reading G. J. McGuire, B.A. tQueen'sJ -Mathematics, Physics K. D. Niles, B.A. QCarletonJ, Teachers' Certificate QOntarioJ -Housenzaster of Connaught House Day Boysg English, History. K. B. Parks, B.P.Ed. tUniversity of New Brunswickj -Physical Education M. H. Penton, B.A. tCarletonJ, Teachers' Certificate tOntarioj -Housetnaster of Woollcombe House Day Boysg English, History. D. L. Polk, B.A. lDartmouthJ -French, History, Latin H. J. Robertson, B.A. lSouth Africal, Associate Teacher of McArthur College of Education, Queen's University, Teachers' Certificate lOntarioJ- Canadian Studies T. C. Tottenham, Ottawa Teachers' College - Core Subjects B. Wallin, M.A. lStanford Universityl -Housemaster of Connuugltt House Boarders: Classics, Canadian Social Issues, English PHYSICIANS C. K. Rowan-Legg, M.D., D.C.H., F.A.A.P. C. B. Petrie, M.D. ADMINISTRATION Mrs. W. S. Pryde lBursarj Mrs. M. Boyce Uunior School Matronj K. G. Heed fAccountantJ Mrs. E. Hamilton lSchool Nursej Mrs. O. Thurston lHettdn1aster's Secretaryl M. Taticek lChef1 Mrs. V. E. Gensey fSecretaryj E. Marshall tStewardj Miss C. Belanger lLibrarianj R. Mosseau llllaintenancej ACTION ASHBURY A. B. German. CD., R.C.N. lRet'dJ - Director of Development 4 Back Row: Middle Row: Front Row: THE STAFF F. K. Graham, T. C. Tottenham, G. W. Babbitt, J. C. Boone, G. E. Hyatt, K. B. Parks, G. J. McGuire, R. J. Anderson. P. J. Flynn, M. H. Penton, Housemaster of Woollcombe House Day Boys, G. B. Bacon, K. D. Niles, Housemaster of Connaught House Day Boys, B. W. Bellamy, J. H. Humphreys, H. J. Robertson, J. L. Beedell, G. R. Amistrong, D. L. Polk. Mrs. G. W. Babbitt: B. Wallin, Housemaster of Connaught House Boardersg P. H. Josselyn, Director of the Senior School: J. J. Marland, Assistant I-Ieadmasterg W. A. Joyce, Headmaster, M. H. E. Sherwood, Director of the Junior Schoolg C. J. Inns, Housemaster of Woollcombe House Boardersg E. E. Green, J. A. Glover. 5 4 .. ' '- -in--f M: , A11-' -Sz '--' tx 1 ,nef'7,'9k,Q,k! ' ?'f .32'HEit,-'xi :Q ' ' .xslt b 1... V ',.-. .Tiff 3 . ,Z---J xi 3, ', ' ,. f s ..- - fi. ,rl-if - x f 4 '?'.'jf'Jq3rxg.4Q '.f-fm 1 T:WP-4--3? .'-fi. C1-1:-' If I Q ' 'NW ' ' , -, I ,, QE' ,- 'cf . A 5 v X? .A ..- .'- .,.. V' ,Z x Ii-'Viet' mv' A ' in W ui : 1, ,Y .i , I , ' . 1 , k ,,, sf I' , . p .- V . ,..',,'Y A, rs , h x i ' ef f ri . -- ' ' ' ' - -- THE PREFECTS Back Row: D. J. Morrison, D. C. Paterson, M. L. W. Barnes, G. A. McTaggart, Head of Woollcombe House, D. W. Lackie. Front Row: J. K. Beqaj. N. Macleod, Captain of the School and Head of Con- naught House, W. A. Joyce, Esq., S. M. Power. SCHOOL OFFICERS Captain of the School and of Connaught House N. MACLEOD Captain of Woollcombe House G. A. MCTAGGART Prefects M. L. W. BARNES J. K. BEQAJ D. W. LACKIE D. I. MORRISON D. C. PATERSON S. M. POWER Captain of Football Captain of Clll'lilIiL' I. K. BEQAJ V. LYNCH-STAUNTON Captain of Soccer Captain of Hockey N. MACLEOD D. J. MORRISON Captain of Skiing J. F. CUTTLE 6 NOTES The School closed on Friday, June Sth. Details of the ceremonies follow these notes. On the previous evening a highly successful barbecue had once again been held at the School under the arrangements of the Ladies' Guild. The Headmaster announced the award of Ontario Scholarships to Chun Chan, Paul Hope, David Johnston, David Siversky and Mark Woollam. The past year has seen the successful introduction of the Credit System and the foundation of the Ashbury College Student Company, a note on which appears later in these pages. In September a number of students from both the Senior and Junior Schools visited Upper Canada Villageg the party was accompanied by Mrs. W. A. Joyce, Mr. and Mrs. J. J. Marland, Miss Shareen Marland, Mr. J. A. Glover and Mr. .l. H. Humphreys. Mr. Keith Spicer, Commissioner of Official Languages, visited the School and addressed selected groups of students. Since March 14th reconstruction work has been proceeding at the School: notes on these operations appear on later pages. The new buildings will be opened by Their Excellencies The Governor-General and Mrs. Michener on October 13th. The Winter Sports Day was followed by the annual Sports Dinner, at which the guest speaker was the Honourable Donald S. Macdonald, P.C., M.P., Minister of Energy, Mines and Resources. A list of awards appears in the Sports section of the Ashburian. During the Easter break a number of Ashbury students again cruised in the Mediterranean under the leadership of the Chaplain, an account of this cruise appears on a later page. Thanks are again due to Dr. and Mrs. Conway for their kind hospitality after the final performance of the Ashbury-Elmwood production of The Gon- doliers , a notice of which appears later in these pages. Mr. A. B. German assumed the position of Director of Development, Action Ashbury, Mr. P. H. Josselyn was appointed Director of the Senior School. Mr. B. Wallin assumed the Housemastership of Connaught House Boarders, while Mr. K. D. Niles and Mr. M. H. Penton became Housemasters of Connaught House Day Boys and Woollcombe House Day Boys respectively. Mrs. E. Hamil- ton took on the position of School Nurse, in succession to Mrs. M. M. Bury, and Miss C. Belanger succeeded Mrs. W. C. E. Loftus as Librarian. Mr. R. Mosseau joined the Administrative Staff to take charge of Maintenance. Mr. T. A. Morrison joined the Academic Staff for the Fall Term, in charge of Physical Education, being succeeded after Christmas by Mr. B. F. Pierce. Mr. F. C. Ferneyhough spent some time with us as Tutor in the Department of Mathematics. Mr. G. R. Armstrong has left the Academic Staff to do missionary work in Labrador, Dr. G. B. Bacon has left to take up a post at the University of New Brunswick, and Mr. P. J. Flynn has departed for St. Georges School, Van- couver. We wish all these gentlemen well in their future careers. We congratulate Mr. and Mrs. K. D. Niles on the birth of a daughter, Mr. and Mrs. H. J. Robertson on the birth of a second son, Mr. C. J. Inns on his marriage to Miss Linda Outwin, and Mr. T. C. Tottenham on his marriage to Miss Jane McAllister. 7 ASI-IBURY CGLLEGE Eigh ty-Second Year Closing Ceremonies Leavers, Service Prize Giving Friday, June 8, 1973 Lcavcrs , Service For the students, their parents and friends at 2:15 p.m. Conducted by the School Chaplain THE REV. E. E. GREEN, B.A., B.D. in the ASHBURY COLLEGE CHAPEL HYMN 427-The School Hymn- He who would valiant be THE NATIONAL ANTHEM OPENING SENTENCES PRAYERS THE LORD,S PRAYER HYMN 3- New every morning is the Love LESSON - The Headmaster ANTHEM - Now Thank We All Our God PRAYERS AND BENEDICTION HYMN 469 fPart 29 - Lord dismiss us with Thy blessing 9 Programme Prize Giving 3:00 p.m. OPENING REMARKS E. N. RHODES, Jr. fAshbury 1946-19545 Chairman of Ilze Board of Governors VALEDICTORY NIGEL MACLEOD Captain of the School THE HEADMASTER ACADEMIC PRIZES THE ROBERT GERALD MOORE MEMORIAL PRIZE FOR ENGLISH THE GARY HORNING MEMORIAL SHIELD FOR PUBLIC SPEAKING THE CHARLES ROWLEY BOOTH MEMORIAL TROPHY THE MEMORIAL PRIZES ATHLETIC TROPHIES AND SPECIAL AWARDS CLOSING REMARKS - CHAIRMAN Refreslznzents 10 PRIZE LIST - 1973 Form Prizes for General Proficiency -Junior School Grade 5 -Grant Mclntosh Grade 6- Floris Faber Grade 6A - David Beedell Grade 7-Shawn Lavery Grade 7A - Ross Brown Grade 8 - Richard Sellers Grade 8A - Ian Rhodes Junior School Awards of Merit Grade 5 - Andrew Johnston Grade 6 -John Clark Grade 6A - Nicholas Fonay Grade 7 - Timothy Farquhar Grade 7A- Michael Puttick Grade 8 - Philip Sellers Form Prizes for General Proficiency -Senior School Year IG - David Macleod Year 1C - Stuart Penny Year 1A - Eric Wilson Year 2G - Year 2A -- Peter Tapp Christopher Teron The The The The The Year 3G - Leslie Zunenshine Year 3A - Hugh Christie Year 4- Frederick Stoddard Year 5 - Mark Woollam Coyne Prize for Improvement in French-Junior Richard Sellers Woodburn Music Prize-Junior School Jonathan Heaton Polk Prize for Poetry Reading-Junior School David J osselyn Public Speaking Prizes Junior: The Charles Gale Prize-John Lund Intermediate: The Ross McMaster Memorial Prize School - Iain Johnston Senior: The Gary Horning Memorial Shield-Matthew Rowlinson Graham Choir Prize-Junior School Michael Pe arson Academic Prizes - Senior School Canadian Issues CYears 2-33 English CYears 1-23 History fYears 1-23 Geography CYears 1-23 - Science CYears 1-23 The Devine Prize for Latin QYears 1-23 - The Jobling Prize for French lYears 1-23 - Typewriting CYear 13 - Accounting CYear 23 Music CYear 13 Jeffrey Beedell Christopher Teron Jeffrey Beedell Jeffrey Beedell Christopher Teron Christopher Teron David Singh Christopher Teron Benny Benedict Peter Blair Alexander Perry Junior Matriculation Classes The Brain Prize for History -Graham Sellers Theatre Arts -Michael O'Brien Political Science -Matthew Rowlinson Physics - Frederick Stoddard The Pemberton Prize for Geography -Frederick Stoddard German -Peter Taticek The Dr. O. J. Firestone Prize for Mathematics -Aleman Wong The F.E,.B. Whitfield Prize for Latin -Graham Sellers Chemistry - Frederick Stoddard Biology - Frederick Stoddard 11 Senior Matriculation Classes The Hon. George Drew Prize for English fAdvancedJ - English CEnrichedJ History Geography Mathematics Chemistry Biology The Angus Prize for French Special Awards lpresented by M. H. E. Sherwood, Esq.J The Alwyn Cup Uunior Track and Fieldj The John Michael Hilliard Memorial Prize lGrade 8AJ The Stephen Clifford Memorial Prize Cfor the boy in the The Junior School who wins the most points for his Housej Woods Shield Uunior School: Academics, Sports, Characterl The Ladies' Guild Merit Awards fpresented by Mrs. T. L. Batesj Year 1- Benny Benedict Year 2 -Jeffrey Beedell Year 3 - Bob Henderson Year 4- Richard Childers Year 5 - Peter Johnston The The The The The The David Siversky Douglas Pearce David Siversky David Johnston Chun Chan Paul Hope Paul Hope Philippe Ostiguy - John Biewald Robert Smith - Keith MacDonald -James Lay - Ian Rhodes The Memorial Prizes Robert Gerald Moore Prize for English CYear 41-Matthew Rowlinson Snelgrove Prize for Mathematics QYears 1-21-Christopher Teron Adam Podhradsky Prize for Modern History QYear 33 - Hugh Christie Fiorenza Drew Prize for French LYear 49- Matthew Rowlinson Ekes Prize for Physics CYear 51-Mark Woollam C. Rowley-Booth Trophy QAII-round achievement in Year 41-Peter Croal Special Awards Prize for an Article on the Reconstruction of Ashbury College David Siversky, Peter Wilson Inter-house Track and Field Class Winners Junior - Jeffrey Beedell Intermediate - Paul Farquhar Senior - Stephen Comis The Wilson Shield flnter-house Competition in Sports and Academicsj Connaught House iCaptain-Nigel Macleodj The Pitfield Shield Uunior House Competitionl-Dragons Senior Captain -Ian Rhodes Junior Captain -Thomas Lamont The Southam Cup CBest Record in Scholarship and Sportsl The The Michael Barnes Nelson Shield QHead Boyl Nigel Macleod Governor-General's Medal Paul Hope 12 ASHBURY COLLEGE STUDENT COMPANY The founding of A.S.Co. was inspired by three major current problems: the economic survival of Canada, labour-management relations, and student aliena- tion and apathy. Canada is entering a critical period in her economic development and unless positive steps are taken immediately, we will be left with numerous gaping holes across the country and an unemployment figure that will make the depression years look prosperous, once our natural resources are exhausted. It appears from recent studies that the missing ingredient is not domestic capital but Canadian entrepreneurship. What we need, therefore, are native entrepreneurs who can utilize domestic financial resources in directing the econ- omy away from its historical dependence on natural resources, while at the same time bringing about a greater degree of local control. The development of small business enterprises is a most important step in the fostering of Canadian entrepreneurship for they provide challenges and opportunities for innovation which do not exist in the impersonal structure of the corporate giants. The Government has recognized the importance of the small enterprise, and measures were announced in the budget to assist the small business Leg. a free consulting servicej. If we are to avoid becoming hewers of wood and drawers of water , and if we are to ensure Canadian control of the economy, then a positive program must be undertaken in the schools. The drive, self-confidence, creativity, initiative, imagination and acumen that are prerequisites for the successful entrepreneur must be developed and the schools are the place to start. With more enterprising Canadians there would be no need to legislate control of the economy, and Gray Reports would be a thing of the past. Concern for the present state of labour-management relations, which too often resemble feudal trial by combat, was instrumental in the establishment of A.S.Co. How could a student company avoid the ruinous confrontation of employer vs. employee? How could productivity be stimulated, morale improved, participatory democracy implemented while still providing opportunities for creative and dynamic leadership? Our answer to these perennial problems was to broaden the proprietary base of the company by involving as many students as possible as shareholders. We don't have strikes because most of the employees are part-owners of the company. ORGANIZATION CHART Shareholders Directors Executive Committee l I Summer Operations Secretary I ,Treasurer Typing Services Paper Recycling Softdrink Machine General Services Cleaning Services a 13 A.S.Co. also has an educational facet for it provides valuable experience for the students responsible for its smooth functioning, and gives an insight into the world of business. By involving many students in different positions it helps counter alienation and apathy, and last, but not least, it carries with it certain financial rewards. Once having determined our capital requirements it was decided to sell shares at 31.00 each and to restrict purchase to five shares per individual. This restriction was aimed at preventing an individual or group of individuals from gaining control of the company, and also at ensuring widespread participation from the student body. tMany were skeptical at first, and it took the payment of the first dividend to convince themlj The shareholders were responsible for electing a Board of Directors com- prised of nine members. The Board meets monthly under the Chairman to dis- cuss business pertaining to the company and to review the activities of the various subsidiaries. In an effort to create machinery that was both efficient and responsive it was decided to create an Executive Committee of three members and to delegate to this Committee the necessary powers to deal with matters that required immediate attention. The President of A.S.Co. was appointed by the Board and has complefe responsibility for the successful operation of the company. The Secretary, the Treasurer, and all managers report to him directly. The Secretary has charge of administrative matters and maintains the com- pany records. The finances of the company are in the hands of the Treasurer who approves the weekly payrolls and who has to prepare the company books for auditing. Each subsidiary is under the control of a manager who is responsible for the smooth functioning of his operation. Reimbursement is either by salary or commission or a combination. Permanent officials of the company are paid a salary. Students are encouraged to develop new ideas, and to submit these to the Board of Directors for approval. Board approval results in the new project be- coming a company subsidiary. The company charter is in the process of being drawn up and once complete A.S.Co. will apply for incorporation and will then extend its operations beyond the School. Plans for next year call for the creation of a number of independent com- panies Ce.g. in addition to the above-mentioned, skate-sharpening, secondhand books, snow removal, auditing, and the student newspaperj and the establishment of a weekly stock market allowing trading of shares in these companies. D. C. PATERSON, President, A.S.Co. NEW MEMBERS OF THE ACADEMIC STAFF -SEPTEMBER 1973 Mr. Frederick T. Bellware joins the staff from Hawkesbury District High School to teach Biology. Mr. Bellware holds the degrees of Bachelor of Science tSir George Williams Universityl and Master of Science fCarleton Universityl and he has wide teaching and research experience, with a number of research and educational publications to his credit. Mr. Bellware also has experience as a ski coach and as an actor. Mr. John O. Cann joins the Junior School staff from Wellington County R.C. Separate School Board. Mr. Cann holds an Honours degree in English fGuelph Universityl and was trained as a teacher at the University of Victoria, B.C. He has had experience of coaching Rugby, Soccer and Basketball and has been active in the field of drama. Mr. Cann is married, with one son, and he will reside at 330 Mariposa Avenue. 14 Mr. Michael Hodorek, B.A. tCarletonj takes over the direction of the De- partment of Business Studies. In addition to previous teaching experience, Mr. Hodorek has a background of ten years' experience in a Canadian Chartered Bank. One of his special concerns will be the affairs of the Ashbury College Student Company. Mr. Robert Rice, B.A. tTrent Universityl, has been appointed Ashburys first full-time Librarian. Mr. Rice was educated at Hillfield in Hamilton and is a recent graduate in History from Trent University. THE GONDOLIERSH AT ELMWOOD We have by now come to expect fine polished productions of the Gilbert and Sullivan favourites that are produced jointly by Ashbury and Elmwood each year after the spring break. This year we were rewarded with a Gondoliers that measured up to our expectations. From the opening scene in the Piazzetta with the dancing Contadine and Gondoliers until the finale in the palace where the tangles are all unsnarled, we were treated to a fine evenings entertainment. The available talent grows each year to meet the needs. Michael O'Brien and Gordon Howe made a lively pair of Gondoliers and complemented each other very effectively in the roles of Marco and Giuseppe. Don Alhambra was properly and frighteningly sinister as played by Joseph Martyniuk, who made up in dramatic quality what he may lack in singing ability. Peter Josselyn. who doubled as producer-director and the Duke of Plaza-Toro, provided a valuable depth of experience and pace to the production. Douglas Pearce in the role of Luiz proved a more than sympathetic hero and carried off his duets with Casilda, played delightfully by Cynthia Leigh, with proper youthful charm. The Elmwood girls contributed some lively talent dramatically and sweet, if somewhat thin, singing voices. But as the evening progressed the chorus filled out in volume. Janice McRae was certainly exceptional as the Duchess and showed a very sure command of the role, both as a singer and as an actress. As indicated above, Cynthia Leigh, as the Duke's spirited daughter, brought a lively dramatic talent as well as a pleasing singing voice to the role of Casilda. Both Mary Christie and Diana Conway showed a fine flair for comedy in the roles of the suspended brides, Gianetta and Tessa, who are obliged to stand helplessly by and contemplate the loss of a husband. The two sets were simple and effective. The very small stage in the Elm- wood gym presents a challenge to any set designer, but once again the sets proved more than adequate. The lighting brought a warmth to the Piazzetta and an air of elegance to the palace, while the make-up and costumes added a great deal to the whole effect. The limits of the stage make choreography a bit of a problem but the dances were lively and the blocking good. Since the revival of the Ashbury - Elmwood productions, a very impressive array of Gilbert and Sullivan's works have been presented. I think it is fair to say that they have proved their worth and have earned a permanent place in the schools' activities. The time would seem to be ripe to consider expanding the venture and moving the event to a more suitable location, one that will give a better stage facility and provide better seating for the audience. Your reviewer sat in the back row near the doors and missed much of the atmosphere from that section. I am sure that many of the juniors found it hard to see as well. Congratulations to the members of the chorus and the stage crew and ticket sellers as well as to the Conductor, Fred Graham, and the Accompanist, Lorna Harwood-Jones. E.C.P. l 15 CONN AUGHT HOUSE Alas, all good things must come to an end Qhow's that for a corny begin- ning?J. With the close of the year must come the inevitable judgment on Con- naught's success in 1972-73. I think most will concur with my opinion that this year was very successful. The atmosphere of co-operation and participation in the House was of such a dimension as to merit the Wilson Shield for inter- house competition. I can't recount which illustrious members participated on School or House teams Qdue in part to my faulty memoryj-but perhaps it isn't important. If an individual has the motivation to strive, compete, and win, the house distinc- tion doesn't matter. The individual benefits from the competition-the House merely provides the opportunity and then reaps the credit for the victory. Initiative cannot come from House officers-it comes from deep within each member of the House. What follows may induce cries of hypocrisy. Throughout the year I was as guilty as anyone of increasing the furor of house competition which, in the worst sense of the word, created a schism between the two houses very much to the detriment of the unity of the school. I think that a student should identify with a particular house, but at the same time be conscious of the philosophy which binds Ashbury College. I sincerely hope that Mr. Wallin attains the same success and achievement next year as he has this year. He has proved to be a most able and vigilant housemaster. Therefore, Connaught House, be not narrow in outlook, pompous in atti- tude, or bloodthirsty in nature, be understanding, compassionate, and helpful- especially with houses less fortunate than you! 'Bye. N. MACLEOD WOOLLCOMBE HOUSE All things considered, this has been yet again a successful year, especially in terms of atmosphere. Naturally there have been grievances from time to time, but rather less so than in the past couple of years. More salient has been a readiness to co-operate with the demands of a boarding system with all the restrictions that have to be endured. If one word had to be chosen to sum up this atmosphere, I think cheerfulness would not be tar short of the mark. This was made abundantly clear at the annual House dinner held once again at the Chateau Laurier Hotel. Over sixty members of the House put in an appearance, and a spirit of good will reigned supreme! It was equally clear on the day of the cross-country race when, at a meeting held after lunch, the three necessary teams volunteered their services-an unprecedented happening. So what if we didn't win the Wilson trophy? Perhaps we were just trying to make Connaught feel better! Mr. Inns eventually got married. and perhaps the highest compliment to the House came from Mrs. Inns, who on more than one occasion commented on the courtesy and helpfulness of the students, of both Houses naturally. Surely this is what it is all about? The ability to learn to live in a small, con- fined community in such a way that little courtesies and consideration for others may grow and flourish to the benefit of all concerned. ' In September the appearance of the school will have changed. There is little need for the inner student to have to change too. 16 ASHBURY COLLEGE LADIES' GUILD PRESIDENT'S REPORT The year 1972-73 has been a successful one for the Guild. Our Annual Clothing Sale. held on September llth., realized over 560000. making it the most profitable sale to date. In late September, a Coffee Party for new mothers was held at Ashbury House, the home of our Honorary President, Mrs. W. A. Joyce. This pleasant party provided an opportunity to meet and welcome the mothers to the school. Mrs. Marland and Executive Members assisted. We were able to be of help to the Old Boys on their Homecoming Weekend. It is always a pleasure to lend a hand on this happy occasion. Two General Meetings were held in the past year, both well attended. At the November 16th. meeting, Mr. Joyce and Mr. Sherwood spoke briefly, followed by an informative talk by Dr. G. B. Bacon. Head of the Biology Department. A cheque for 51500.00 was presented to him for the purchase of special equipment for his department. The Spring Meeting took place on April 18th. Mr. Sherwood had a message for the Junior mothers and Mr. Joyce spoke on the Building Expansion Program, a subject of great interest to all. A short animated film Child Behaviour is You was shown. A mem- ber of the Guild, Dr. June Pimm. well-known Child Psychologist, initiated the making of this provocative film. The Luncheons which followed the meet- ings were generously arranged by the School. Membership remains about the same as last year, 147. This indicates that many mothers have not joined. Not everyone can take an active part in our work, but it is possible to lend support by becoming a member. The revenue from fees and all fund-raising projects provides extras for your sons at Ashbury. From time to time the Guild has replaced worn choir vestments with new ones. It was not necessary to do so this year so we decided to vote 5150.00 towards the purchase of a small piano for the Chapel, to be used for choir practice. 550.00 was provided for an outing for choir members. The sum of 5200.00 was voted for the purchase of suitable material for Dossal Curtains CAltar Curtainsj for the Chapel. A complete new set is being made by the very competent school sewing staff. The Ivory curtains were ready for the Christmas Carol Service and greatly enhanced the beauty of the Chapel. We are always interested in helping maintain this area of the school which serves boys of all faiths. Hasti-Notes were sold throughout the year. It is hoped to have an at- tractive design soon, showing Ashbury with its New Look . The second Annual Family Barbecue was held on June 7th. We were blessed with fine weather and there was much activity out-of-doors. The spacious school grounds provided a perfect setting for this tremendously success- ful get-together. The young, and many not so young, were enthusiastic partici- pants in the softball and soccer games. Many old friendships were renewed and new ones made. 800 tickets were sold-790 lined up for supper-a splendid response! The unqualified success of this project was made possible by the whole-hearted co-operation of everyone at Ashbury, Executive and Guild Members, husbands who helped, parents and friends who bought tickets. An enjoyable and profitable event, 51000.00 being added to our coffers. Guild Merit Awards were presented at the June Closing. These cash awards of 550.00 are given annually to the student in each year, 9-13 inclusive, who has shown the best all-round effort. The school project the Guild will support next year will be decided upon when renovations have been completed. Mr. Joyce will advise us where our help will be most beneficial. 17 My Executive consisted of: Honorary President Mrs. W. A. Joyce Vice-President Mrs. W. J. Mulock Secretary Mrs. D. J. Heaton Treasurer Mrs. G. K. Ellacott Members: Mrs. G. A. Harris Mrs. R. M. Hodgins Mrs. L. M. Johnston Mrs. R. L. McKenna Mrs. H. P. Wright May I say how much I have enjoyed being your President. The work has been rewarding and it has been an honour and privilege to serve the School. My sincere thanks to the Executive for working together so willingly and har- moniously, making my job an easy one and ensuring the success of each project. My thanks and deep appreciation to Mr. Joyce for being available to give guidance and assistance at all times. To Mr. Sherwood, Masters, Office and School Staffs, Students and Parents, my thanks for being so helpful in many ways. To our new President, Mrs. W. J. Mulock and her Executive, my best wishes for a highly successful year. I am confident they will have the full support of the School and parents in their work. Respectfully submitted, ELEANOR BATES LMrs. T. L. Batesj President Ashbury College Ladies' Guild. CHAPEL NOTES New altar curtains grace the Chapel. thanks to the generosity of the Ladies' Guild, who provided the material, and the skill of Mrs. Brunet and Mrs. Ryan, who fashioned them. To all concerned we are very grateful. Mrs. Brunet and Mrs. Ryan were habitually on the job caring for the furnishings of the Chapel and Choir. We thank them. Mrs. Joyce and Mrs. Marland rendered valuable service by arranging flowers. Their artistic beautifying of the Chapel for the Christmas Carol Ser- vices is particularly appreciated. Our Choir had an excellent year singing at the regular School services and also, by invitation, in the foyer of the National Arts Centre, in St. James's Church, Hull, and on the Sparks Street Mall during Tulip Festival. The annual Carol Service was beautifully rendered. We owe a great debt to the Choir and Mr. Graham, whom we congratulate on his appointment as Director of the Cen- tennial Choir. No collections were taken in the School Services this year, but those who participated in the mini-Eucharist after Evensong contributed over S300 to the World Relief and Development Fund, Care of Canada, Miles for Millions, a country priest, The Easter Seal Campaign and a trip to the circus for some underprivileged children. Money can and does translate concern into prac- tical benefit. Thanks are due to those who expressed their love of neighbour in this tangible way. Another S100 was contributed to the Relief Fund when the Student Company graciously voted part of its earnings to charity. The Chaplain appreciates deeply the assistance of those who acted as Servers during the year. Grade 13 Servers leaving us this year are Phil Pardo and Richard Plummer. All Servers were faithful and efficient in their duties. Thank you. E. E. GREEN, Chaplain. 18 THE CHOIR Back Row: R. H. Huston, D. M. Walls, M. C. Rowlinson, M. G. O'Brien, J. W Martyniuk, B. J. C. R. Hall, M. C. B. Pearson. Third Row: I. D. Kayser. M. P. E. Puttick, J. B. C. Keith, A. I. Johnston, G. S Wilson, J. S. Clark, J. G. Pilaar, G. F. Mclntosh, D. G. McClenahan D. M. Segall. Second Row: A. J. Heaton, P. D. Deepan, I. N. Rhodes, D. Josselyn, F. K. Graham Esq., Rev. E. E. Green, K. J. MacDonald, J. M. C. Lay, D. I. S. Diplock, J. F. Biewald. Front Row: A. S. Bystram, A. M. Johnston, B. F. Johnston, W. R. Brown, I. F Wilson, P. C. B. Martin, V. C. Rigby, N. L. Fonay, T. S. Lamont, I. R. Morton. THE SERVERS Back Row: I. Scarth, E. W. Cahn, P. G. Tapp, M. C. Rowlinson. Front Row: P. Pardo, Rev. E. E. Green, W. R. Plummer. 19 l 1 ACTION ASHBURY During 1972 the Board of Governors and the Headmaster took a long look at the needs of Ashbury College. Enrollment was increasing. Applications showed a growing demand for our kind of education. We had even resorted to portable classrooms to meet the need. The buildings, though, were badly in need of thorough renovations. We were short of classrooms, the lab space was too tight, our gym was much too small for 300 boys and the dormitory flats were in need of attention. It is certainly true to say that a school is the people in it. However gleaming the buildings, however lush the facilities, they're not worth a cent more than the body of students and staff who make it up. Putting it the other way around you can have a first class school in meagre facilities. That, by the standards of today, Ashbury had become. The School had been building in many other im- portant ways, but the time had come to make some gains in bricks and mortar. Plans were based on the principles that Ashbury would continue as a day and boarding school for up to 320 boys in the present Rockcliffe location. Esti- mates of building costs then had to be weighed against the hard facts of what Ashbury could afford. We don't draw financial support from the tax payer. Like any prudent private individual or company the School has, in the long haul, to balance expenditures against income. So priorities had to be set. Certain items had to come first - the basic items, five classrooms and a new laboratory, ten dormitory rooms and space for house- masters, renovations of the kitchen, electrical services, floors, the dining hall and entrance-way, the flats. All this comes to some S600,000. Part of the rebuilding work previously completed, including the Southam library and 4 classrooms, has still to be com- pletely paid, so the total immediate bill is S750,000. How do we raise this kind of money? With a well organized fund-raising campaign, a great deal of hard work by a lot of busy and dedicated people and the willingness of everyone who believes in Ashbury College to dig in and give. Surely that is not too tall an order when you consider the announcement that Chairman of the Board Ned Rhodes Jr. made on Closing Day 1973. Includ- ing commitments from a partial canvass of the members of the Board, we al- ready had S250,000 in hand. One third the way there before the campaign had really started! Don't be deluded though. The Boardls leadership has to be followed up by the thoughtful well-considered contributions of all. To get people on the widest possible scale to give fully according to their own means, Action Ash- bury has been formed and is now in high gear. Charles Brown C44-,461 initially chaired Action Ashbury, the Fund- Raising Committee, and he did a tremendous job in getting it moving. Its work has mainly to be done in Ottawa, however, and having found that the demands of his Montreal business kept him from the necessary regular contact, he turned the Chairmanship over in June '73 to Donald Maclaren C30-'39D. Ottawa Parent John Morrison is the Vice-Chairman. Active in the organizing phase have been Old Boys Ned Rhodes Jr. C46-'55J, Jamie Fisher C58-,619 and Joe Irvin C51-'56J and Parents William Teron, Frederic Martin, James Finnie and John Scarth. Tony German, since December the School's first Director of Development, is working full time on the campaign organization. It may seem a long time in the setting up, but a successful campaign needs careful preparation and planning. Ashbury went ahead with the Building Project as it had to and the results are there to see. Action Ashbury's job now is to see that it is paid for in full so that these essential costs do not get reflected back into ees. Another point to remember is this. There are no frills in this Project. The School has taken in hand only the minimum that Ashbury must have now physi- cally to continue as a leading Independent School. We still have further needs, and pressing ones too-a gymnasium, more classrooms, improved library, an 20 ,-.-...h endowment for more bursaries and scholarships and for maintaining our plant and developing our curriculum. These are not frills either. They are the bone and muscle of a dynamic school. We are certain that interested organizations outside the Ashbury community will help us here. We have already, for example, been favoured by substantial donations from three of Canada's leading Chartered Banks. These organizations clearly view their contributions as investments in the future. We are certainly not alone in recognizing the value to Canada of indepen- dence in education. Help comes to those who help themselves. In the coming year Action Ashbury will turn every stone in this cause. A. B. GERMAN, Director of Development DEBATIN G The academic year '72-'73 has been in some ways a disappointing one for Ottawa as a whole. Its opening was marked by the complete failure of the 'GODS' fGreater Ottawa Debating Societyl, which was to be an independent organization whose function would be to administer and supervise all debating in the Ottawa area. The three meetings which were held were poorly attended and unproduc- tive. Possibly the situation will improve, but in the meantime Ottawa debaters will continue to feel the lack of an organization such as the 'GODS'. However, let us pass on to brighter things. The opening of the calendar year was marked by two evenings of debating at Ashbury, in which the School was well represented by N. Polk, G. Sellers, M. Rowlinson and N. Macleod. Immediately following upon these, the School hosted the first Ashbury Invitational Debating Tournament, which served to choose Ottawa's representa- tives to the Ontario final debates. The standard of debating upon this occasion was uniformly high, and, although they were, quite literally asked to debate at the very last minute, Graham Sellers, of Ashbury, emerged as the top debater of the tournament, and was closely followed by Nick Polk, also of Ashbury. We should like to take this opportunity to express our heartfelt thanks to the Rev. E. E. Green, to Phil Pardo and to D. Lilly, without whose work, both before and behind the scenes, none of the above would have been possible. The next event on the Ottawa debating calendar was the annual Ottawa University Debating Tournament. Upon this occasion, the school was ably represented by Nick Polk, Graham Sellers and Matthew Rowlinson. Graham succeeded for the second year in a row, in distinguishing himself as the best debater at the tournament and, also for the second year in a row, the Ashbury team as a whole emerged as the best in the Ottawa area. Also held at Ottawa University were the Ontario Final debates. Nick Polk and Graham Sellers had already been chosen as part of the team that was to represent Ottawa, and, not wholly unexpectedly, Matthew Rowlinson was called upon a few days prior to the debate to fill in for a debater from St. Catharines. All acquitted themselves well, and Graham was once again chosen to be a member of the six-man team representing Ontario at the upcoming National Finals in Halifax. We wish him the best of luck upon that occasion. I should, in closing, like to extend our sincere thanks to all who have, in whatever capacity, helped out at or before one of the debates in which Ashbury was involved. Without you, nothing is possible, with you - everything. M. C. ROWLINSON 21 ASHBURY COLLEGE RECONSTRUCTION The necessity to expand the facilities of Ashbury College in order to ac- commodate a constantly increasing student population has been a problem since the School was founded by Dr. G. P. Woollcombe in 1891. Mr. Wooll- combe's School , as it was then called, was originally in the Victoria Chambers, moving to Wellington Street in 1894 and then to Argyle Avenue in 1900. The third and final move was made in 1910 when Ashbury moved to its present site at 362 Mariposa Avenue in Rockcliffe Park. The original structure was pres- ent in 1910 and additions since that date are listed here in chronological order: C19 Memorial Wing-1924, C21 I-Ieadmaster's House- 1926, C39 Classrooms E and B- 1928, C43 Symington Dining Hall- 1947, C51 Argyle Hall and Jun- ior School Classrooms I, J and K- 1953, C61 Library and Classrooms L, M, N, P- 1967. Despite the fact that Ashbury's facilities have been expanding for over seventy years, the need for further new classrooms, laboratories and dormitories has been felt for quite some time. Both the necessary money and organization came together this year and construction of this S600,000 project began on March 14th. The official sod-turning ceremony took place on this day with Ashbury's oldest Old Boy turning the sod with the help of a large front-end loader. Con- struction has been progressing rapidly ever since and no student or teacher can avoid involvement with the project. Locker-room walls have been knocked out and wooden planks line some of the halls. The noise of pneumatic hammers disturbs some classes, but never as many as the students would like. Both stu- dents and staff have been accepting these minor inconveniences happily, knowing that the new facilities will benefit all. The social studies project of one student sat around for years before serving a useful purpose. The project's plywood base was used to mix cement. In this fashion every student has been involved with the construction in one way or another and interest in the project has been high. Some parts of the construction seem to be more interesting than others, however, as exemplified by the follow- ing anecdote. Ten or twenty students dressed in summer uniform or gym kit stood at the top of the stairs outside the Junior School Director's office. All eyes were looking out of the huge plate-glass window towards the construction project. A dump- truck was unloading gravel beneath the window and the driver was sitting in the cabin filing through his collection of pornographic literature. A few seconds later a staff member came up the stairs and stopped, looking over the construc- tion. Then, looking down at the students, he said he was glad to see them taking an interest in the construction, I commend this to you boys? Looking down into the front of the dumptruck and seeing the driver's illustrated library, the teacher quickly realized that the interest in the construction at this point was negligible compared with the students' interest in reading. There is nothing to see here, boys, announced the member of staff. Get off to class. The construction can be divided into two main categories: C19 additions, and 121 renovations of existing structures. Renovations of the present building will include an extension of the Senior School locker-room and an extension of the dining-hall. In place of the duty master's office and front stairway foriginally leading to the Senior School flatsj a new entrance way and sitting area for visitors will be built. This will enable Ashbury's visitors to wait in comfort rather than having to sit, as used to be the case, on the old vestibule radiator. Other reno- vations are going on in other parts of the School, the main consideration being the enlargement of storage facilities beneath the kitchen. The main construction involves the addition of new passageways running parallel to the infamous tunnel which presently joins the Senior School to the Junior School. Five new classrooms will be built on the main floor level, enabling the School to get rid of the two blue mobile classrooms which have been sitting 22 on the front lawn for two years. Above these classrooms nine new student dormi- tories are being built.-lt has not yet been decided how these dormitories will be divided between the two Senior School houses. Across the hall from these second floor dormitories, showers, toilets and a master's suite and study are being built. Finding space for common rooms has always been a problem at Ashbury. The staff members and students of the Junior School did an excellent job of building a common room in an old attic above the Chemistry Laboratory, but the room is small and the noise level must be kept down while classes are being held below. For many Junior School students this defeats the purpose of having a common room at all. The three Senior School common rooms, tintermediate, senior and pre- feetsj are located in the basement under the dining hall and front entrance way. With the possible exception of the prefects' common room they are small and in a general state of disrepair at present. Fortunately the need for new common rooms was recognized during the planning stage, the result being the addition of new common rooms for both Junior and Senior students. These rooms are being built on the basement level beneath the new classrooms and will be easily accessible to both the Senior and Junior School buildings. The construction of a wood workshop is another welcome addition to the School. This is not a new idea for Ashbury in that the School had a workshop for student use a number of years ago. That shop has since been restricted to staff use in order that they may keep ahead of the School's maintenance problems. The second major addition is taking place in the area between the kitchen and the Physics Laboratory. A Biology Laboratory is being constructed in this area on the second story level with extended locker rooms beneath. This will bring to three the number of laboratories at Ashbury and will be a fantastic asset to Physics students who become irritated when someone's Biology experi- ment crawls over their intricately engineered series of electrodes. This has been a common occurrence recently, because the Physics Laboratory has been dou- bling as a Biology Laborotory. The completion of this project will by no means be the end of construction and renovation at Ashbury. Students have visions of indoor swimming and tennis facilities or a new gymnasium. I am sure the staff are looking forward to new construction as well. I doubt that there is one staff member who would not like a private parking place in a new, heated, indoor parking garage. The obvious point is that construction at Ashbury can be an indefinite process if priorities are not established. I think it is safe to say that all of the construction carried out this year is high on the list of priorities of both staff and students of Ashbury. P. W. WILSON 23 af . il Q 1 LC' bv' ky..- A A fW:5f,,y,::aw:z - ...hyw ,M . ff -- - -un., ggi' ,.wBP My 'hx 'nb 3s .,-A ,g f-5. HIS N ,P 0, M' ig , - 1 U 1 il +- W vi ee! ,, ,J Q ffm: Wings i Q .v BUSINESS AS USUAL! . . . AS USUAL? The automatic bell has just rung one o'clock and for some silly reason l'm standing in line about to enter the dining-hall. Tired and tense tthey're renovating Ashbury nowl, I foolishly lean against a wall that hasn't existed for at least a half hour. Others less observant than I openly chuckle at my mishap while I notice smoke listlessly rising from an open pipe end. - Quick, sound the alarm, the school is on fire! Premature, am I? Simply steam for the coils that used to sit there, is that it? With our nakedness and doorless entrances I do suppose we can use all the hot air W. N. Construction can provide. Here we go now. Perhaps a letter or two as I pass the duty prefect, but alas none at all. I do believe my friends think the construction has driven us from 362 Mariposa to some other address. We day boys sit in one of the wings, student priorities and that sort of thing. Quick right and I reach my seat far back at the very extremes of the dining room. A month ago there were four oak tables, like the one I eat on, in this particular area. Unfortunately construction companies, like time, wait for no men or in this case oak tables. Now three wooden musketeers are left to fight off the invasion of power-saws and crowbars while we diners sit helplessly trapped. Every meal carries the apprehension that it might be our last, unless of course we're willing to buy hot-dogs and chips down in the tuck-shop. Behind me, as my dry cleaning bill will testify sprawls a huge, dirty, and brown tarp used for covering the hole that replaced one of the four walls. Thank hammer and sickle its not winter or our food would be perpetually deep frozen . . . even after they've served it to us. Excuse my inconsideration, I have forgotten to mention that the Headmaster just said grace. But with no disrespect towards the church I think we couldn't have heard the familiar words over the other loud noises Cthey're renovating Ashbury nowl. Here comes Mr. Marlandg I'm sure he's got something to say about the construction. So you found it very muddy coming into school now, did you, sir? Yes the ruts were unusually deep, but you can't expect trucks carry- ing tons of material to be as light on their feet as Volkswagens, Toyotas, or red Datsuns. Pass the potatoes? Certainly. No that's not peels, it's dust. It ritually lands on the food every lunchtime. Comes off the brown tarp behind you. 'Tm very sorry to bring this up while you are eating but I must confess that some of us missed part of the equation you read out in math class today. Yes I know that is what I get for sitting at the back but it was actually the guys up front that asked me to ask you. Yes, paper and pen ready for action. Sinx -1- Cosx : 1-2 cement nails . . . what! Oh you were thinking about the masonry work. were you? It is quite hypnotic. Why just yesterday I went so far as to support Labour in an economics discussion. I'll let you be for now, you're welcome. This morning an extraordinary event took place. Instead of our usual teacher, we were lectured to by a visitor who may be full time next year. Now this in itself is not so special. However, I'm convinced that his decision about coming here will rest to some extent on what he hears about the building pro- ject. I am sure he was impressed by our academic standards, after all we answered every question we heard him ask. But if he gets wind of some kind of vicious rumor such as the construction will not be finished until next year at Christmas time, I'm afraid he will take job offers from Edmonton or Katmandu, Nepal instead. On the other hand if he hears the vicious truth that by September the contractors are to be gone, I'm sure he'll jump right on the bandwagon. After all this school is going up and up and out and down and wherever the architects want it to go. Pass the milk? Of course! Don't worry, that's not a crust forming but a piece of plaster that fell from the ceiling. Yes, the jackhammers must have dislodged it. That kind of thing is probably the best reason for changing things at Ash- bury. The building is simply much too old. Why it's so decrepit and senile it can no longer keep properly functioning and, as you've seen from the plaster, 25 it slobbers its dribble all over itself. A face lift or at least a mud pack is ap- propriate for this grand old lady, matriarch of so many fine young men. Hope- fully any jealousy on the part of the old school towards the new buildings will vanish as Mr. Wallin and company continue sprucing the ancient rooms up. The ceremony marking the commencement of construction must have made Ashbury feel very proud. The whole school turned out complete with masters and other assorted dignitaries. The boys were all clapping and cheering on the proceedings. Whether they were celebrating the construction of thc new or the destruction of parts of the old is hard to say. Hopefully it was a bit of both. Our senior old boy was also present, dutifully turning the first sod with the help of a brilliantly yellow bulldozer. The crowd admired the way in which he so ably cast aside top soil and went straight for the bedrock. I fear that at the age of that venerable gentleman the only apparatus I shall be operating will be silver winged harps. At break Cthat is between 10:59 and 11 o'clockJ I visited the infirmary in order to obtain an aspirin for a headache that strangely developed when they started working. The usually bright and sunny room was now dark and dreary. At first I thought something tragic might have happened and was about to go when my quick eye spotted the concrete blocks filling up the window holes. Is nothing sacred? I demanded. My headache then promptly worsened. The television commercial used to say, You've come a long way baby, and so has the construction at Ashbury. The fact is you can no more easily hold back progress than you can quit smoking which is what that ad is all about. Through the few remaining windows in the dining hall I am no longer obliged to watch worms bathing in the huge pit that was first dug. Instead I now see concrete walls rise skyward threatening finally to eliminate my view completely. Slosh goes the mortar, swish goes the trowel, smash' goes the block and the mason completes another portion of his task. His finesse and dexterity rivals that of any of the medical profession and with the money Ashbury's paying he probably is a doctor or a dentist. Actually I'm sure the cost is not bothering the school too much. There are always bank loans, mortgages, raises in tuition fees, and possibly even donations from an old boy or two. What worries me, as a concerned student, is what might happen if something like a ceiling collapses because of faulty design or poor construction CNot that I have any reason to believe that it mightj. But if it did and none of the belligerents were willing to own up, the administration would have to charge the cost of repairs to the boyis damage fund as the only alternative to bankruptcy. If that happened who would then pay for all the windows we break throughout the year. The weather has done its best not to co-operate and there have been many days when the construction crew could not carry on with their work. Even after we had come back from the Easter break and the temperatures were high it suddenly began to snow and in one day we got five inches of the fluffy white stuff. Fortunately this was the beginning of the project and it didn't take long for the sun to pull back the infant's snowy- blanket and expose the framework of the future Ashbury. The construction has brought its share of grief to the school. One of the greatest tragedies was the loss of the ski room. For many long winters this narrow room known as Niles' Nook faithfully contained everything from sticky screwdrivers to broken television sets. At times we even found ski equipment inside. Now all that remains is a dirty brown jacket belonging to the ski-team's ex-manager. It hangs profanely where down-hill racers once solemnly placed their winning or prize ski-poles. By tomorrow this too may have gone the way of the carpenter's magic wand. Less significant to posterity but important in any case was the removal of the senior common room. Oddly enough it was first to go, possibly to discourage the wild shenanigans that often took place there. Unfortunately the pranksters simply moved on into the prefects' common room to wreak even wilder shenanigans. This progression is obvious and you might notice there has 26 been no attempt to renovate the prefects' area, for this would leave the sanctum sanctorum as the last remaining common room. That is the arena of, would you believe, the wildest shenanigans. The story is told of the visiting parent who had not previously heard of the building project fthe ambassador to Lower Slobovia is not easily contacted, their postal service still as yet being limited to Slobovian pony expressj and was startled when he saw the fruits of W.N.'s labour. Opening the thick green doors he was shocked when, instead of the accustomed nineteenth century soccer teams and graffiti-covered cricket bats, exposed wiring and piled planks gaped back at him. What have we here, a fake front, Rockcliffe slum, no one could possibly go to school under these conditions, he was supposed to have remarked indignantly. I have news for the dignitary from Lilliput. We do! We do! Wait one minute, didn't the bell just ring? Everyone has stopped eating so it must have. The duty master rises to address his captive audience. Games as ..... buzzzzzzzzzz! They want me to knock on the window and ask the workmen to stop for a momentg well, why not? Excuse me, excuse me, could you possibly desist for just a little while? Thank you very much . . . Okay, go ahead sir! As I was saying, games will be as usual today. But would our over- enthusiastic baseball players please stop trying to hit home runs into the construction area. Workmen's Compensation refuses to cover such freak accidents, so please be careful. If there are no other announcements we'll stand and say grace. For these and all thy ..... buzzzzzzzz! Well as I told you all before they are really renovating Ashbury now! . . . . buzzzzzzzzzz . . . . . Amen! Amen! D. SIVERSKY DORMITORY RENEWAL PROJECT Two summers of hard work by Old Boys of the School tSandy Stiles - ,71 and Peter Johnston-'73J have brought about the transformation of fourteen old senior school dormitory rooms into accommodations which some boarders are said to prefer to the new rooms which have just been completed. The rooms vary in the color of the paneling installed, but all now contain lowered ceilings, new wiring and lighting, and new mirrors, towel bars, and shelves. It is hoped that the project will be continued until all old quarters throughout the school have been refurbished. B.W. 27 MEDITERRANEAN CRUISE One result of a 1972 trip to the Holy Land by the Chaplain and a group of students was another cruise in the Mediterranean in March 1973. On Satur- day, March 17, fifteen students of the Senior School, accompanied by the Rev. E. E. Green, set sail from Venice aboard the S.S. Uganda, a 'School Ship' oper- ated by P. and O. First reaction to our floating home for the cruise was stunned disbelief: lf the first thing they show us is where to stand when the ship sinks, how safe is it? I recognize the knife and fork, but is this really food? You mean that guy who acts like Hitler is going to make me go to bed at 10:30! Towards the end of the cruise 'muster stations' are a matter of course and the ship is obviously safe. The food is not only recognizable, but edible. The Sergeant-at-Arms isn't so bad after all, and most nights bed-time is welcome. After a day sailing the Adriatic, we found ourselves on Greek soil for Monday the 19th. Our chief interest was a visit to Delphi, the ancient sanctuary of Apollo, where Pythia chewed on laurel leaves and gave her ambiguous pro- phecies. After another day at sea we landed at Crete for Wednesday the 21st. The Minoan civilization surely reached great heights, as our inspection of Knossos revealed. The next two days were shore days. On the Thursday we crossed the Peloponnesus by bus, stopping at Palamidi Castle, which the Turks had built, Epidaurus with its acoustically superb theatre, Mycenae, where we saw the famous Lion Gate, Ancient Corinth, where St. Paul preached, and the Corinth Canal, which allows passage between the Gulf of Corinth and the Saronic Gulf. Although it was a long, tiring day, we still had lots of enthusiasm for a typical Greek meal in the port of Piraeus. We invaded Athens on Friday, the 23rd. It was a glorious day in the Mother of Arts and Eloquence. We took pictures of the Evzones Lpalace guardsj in their traditional costume, sampled more Greek food, strolled and shopped in back streets of the city and, of course, had the day crowned by a visit to the Parthenon on the Acropolis. The hectic pace was broken by spending Saturday at sea. It was a typical school day with periods for lectures and sports. As usual the evening saw most students on the dance space having a thoroughly good time. Other night time events were movies, ship's concert, dress-up evening, 'horse' racing and quizzes. Ashbury won its preliminary round in the general knowledge quiz and had a third place finish in the ship's finals. After a very early worship service on Sunday, the 25th, we drove through the Turkish city of Izmir, through tobacco, cotton, fig and olive plantations to the House of the Virgin Mary and St. John's Basilica. Many believe that the mother and friend of Jesus spent their latter years in this area. Even though only fifteen per cent of the ancient city of Ephesus has been unearthed, it was easy to picture the magnificent city teeming with a half million inhabitants and visitors. Our stay at Izmir included an evening at a night club. The unabridged floor show was enthusiastically applauded. For Monday and Tuesday we sailed through the Aegean and westward to Naples. It was an unique experience to steam into and around the extinct volcano of Santorin and to see the rock strata and layers of lava deposited hundreds of years ago. Some of us think that Santorin is the 'lost' Atlantis and that the tidal wave from its eruption wiped out the advanced Minoan civilization on Crete sixty miles to the south. A real spectacle was to watch Stromboli colour the darkness of night with its dazzling red fireworks. One boy claims that ash from the volcano hit his eyes. Goethe said, One who has seen Naples can never be sad. Things have changed. Most of us were disappointed in Naples. You could hardly take a step without being accosted by a sidewalk vendor of extreme persistence and doubtful wares. Some delicious pizza moderated our view, and our excursion won Italy 28 back to our hearts. Three boys visited Rome, where they were most impressed by the Sistine Chapel, St. Peter's, the Pantheon, the Forum and Colosseum. Most of us found Pompeii intriguing. Destroyed by earthquake in A.D. 63, the partially rebuilt city was completely obliterated in A.D. 79 when Vesuvius spewcd out pumice stone and ashes to a depth of twenty feet. Reconstruction has almost recreated the atmosphere of the old Roman town. The cruise really ended on the Wednesday we were at Naples. Some of the groups flew home and we ourselves left Italy by air on Thursday, March 29th. We didn't come straight home, however. We enjoyed two nights in London. where we hurriedly visited the Tower. watched the Changing of the Guard and took in The Mating Game at the Apollo Theatre. We arrived home tired. but happy, on March 3lst. All in all it was'a re- warding experience. We realized afresh something of Man's creative genius, and we were somewhat humbled by the evidence that centuries before our scien- tific and technological age human achievement could be so magnificent. We tasted much of the sweetness of life and the beauty of nature, but also agonized over the poverty in which so many people eke out their lives. We entered on new friendships and gained deeper insight into people-including ourselves. It was a good trip. E.E.G. of 1 'Kai ' 4 xl . I I ' .. s J i X535 , I . 4. , 3,-. - 4- ' 'yA 5gp.0llDLh?:5t'n. ui . f e ..--....--e-I. M. a e 1 ll. A - E K - A j. ll' 5 ' U Al-I n E 1 AJ . -U AQ' .. ' Tr U w i '---fbi .5 I in ' -I '77'-f -Ji . 5 -. ,: :Ki !!i'nu.'i ij . ' . - I! L hh. f - 'T N Pi' in Ilul 's' Q,' ,:. is i I. S Q i . . 5 'HHiIlllI!IllllllIll it T ' 1:4114 , l ' ' u ' P' '- 1- . H it Y,-Etlpilnlzmggg as i I j A Ln, . ., .-...,..... lg SN OWSHOEIN G A sport native to Canada was resurrected at Ashbury during the Winter Term. Snowshoeing was offered as an alternative to cross-country skiing. Snow- shoes were made available to the seven enthusiasts through Mr. Beedell's outdoor programme. The club attacked the football field and two days later announced that they were ready to tackle the wilds of Rockcliffe Park. The available trails had soon been exhausted so new trails were blazed through the woods. During this process, Rollo became quite proficient at dodging trees on the run. while Mike led us exploring. Mike was soon to discover that the shortest way to the bottom of a cliff is straight down, and it wasn't long before everyone joined him in this new hybrid sliding sport. The air was fresh, the walks invigorating, and an enjoyable time was had by all. G.E.l-1. 29 Photo by John Evans ASHBURIANS ON PARLIAMENT HILL Ashburians in the House of Commons tl. to r.J Andy Brewin C17-'l8J, Bob Stanfield C29-'32J, John Turner C39-'-423, and Don Macdonald C41-'489, get new Old Boys' ties from Captain of the School Nigel Macleod and Junior School Monitor Ian Rhodes Cson of Ned Jr. '46-'55 and grandson of Ned '16-'25l. Nigel is now at Western University and Ian is back at Ashbury in Grade 9. More formally the Ashbury Caucus are Andrew Brewin Q.C., M.P. CNDP Toronto-Greenwoodjg Hon. Robert L. Stanfield P.C., Q.C., M.P., B.A., LL.D. CPC Colchester-Hantsl Leader of the Opposition, Hon. John Turner P.C., Q.C., M.P., M.A., B.C.L., LL.D. CLiberal Ottawa-Carleton, the Ashbury Con- stituency! Minister of Finance, Hon. Donald S. Macdonald, P.C., M.P., B.A., LL.M. fLiberal Toronto-Rosedalej Minister of Energy, Mines and Resources. On the Queen's Park scene, the member of our Provincial constituency of Carleton East is Bert Lawrence C32-'40J or Honourable A. B. R. Lawrence M.C., M.P., Q.C., who is Provincial Secretary for Resource Development. Bert's brother Barney Lawrence C34-'43J ran a close fight on the P.C. ticket in the last Federal election in his home riding of Kitchener where he practices law. He lost on a recount, but knowing Barney he'll be back at it the next time around. 30 '76 . .pw I, Q' X: :-gx'42 '2 l,e . , . -H, , Y' X- 4- L-4 fulp.-th: ,Q ,,f..-, , -s--wr'v,.f'--f.'e f-,'.-.tj , f- 12 'za A a':1i.'ff'e.E'5f-H-.vw,....,.,f 'ga J T-f?4?7t1.1'g'7a?l?:?f??et4 35 : A-Mx' Q 44 ff E v:+s?2'e ?3'f3fI3? ff-4'f'ii iff' 143' FIRST FOOTBALL Back Row: N. W. Polk, J. P. MacPhee, C. Walker, I. K. Bleackley, D. M. Ardill, G. A. McTaggart, J. W. Reid, P. Pardo, R. G. Pimm. Middle Row: T. Morrison, Esq., P. S. T. Croal, R. S. Childers, P. G. Copestake, D. J. Morrison, C. R. Bates, D. K. Godsell, D. H. Pearce, S. M. Power. B. W. Bellamy, Esq., W. A. Joyce, Esq. Front Row: G. Anapolsky, S. G. Comis, J. A. Ellis, M. A. B. Webster, J. K. Beqaj, Capt., R. Anapolsky, D. C. Barden, M. S. Jelenick, M. J. Moore. Absent: C. Pardo. FIRST FOOTBALL This year Ashbury College saw the best football played by any first team since the Tiny Hermann days. Why was this? Ashbury had finally produced a team rather than a group of individuals. We proved this right from our first game against Osgoode, beating them 25-0, the first of a home and away series for the W. W. Johnson trophy. Majors were accounted for by Barden scoring two and Pimm and Beqaj one each. The following rainy Saturday morning put this claim to our being able to play as a team to the real test, for Stanstead visited us. The game was a tough battle with Ashbury's mean defense making three goal-line stands in a row to thwart Stanstead's fierce attempts to score. Ashbury's scores came from a one- yard dive by Dave Barden and a Dave Godsell pounce on a kick which Stanstead fumbled in their own end zone. Stanstead scored their T.D. while Ashbury was short one defensive back owing to a temporary confusion at the bench. This was the first time in eight years that Ashbury had defeated Stanstead and it also was the first time Stanstead had lost in thirty-two straight games. On Saturday, October 30th, after the Stanstead game, Ashbury began to hear the chant of We're Number One , and we continued to play like number one for the rest of the season. Even though there were moments of pessimism on the part of the coaching staff, Ashbury continued to play in fine form by beating Lindsay Place, from Montreal, by a convincing score of 32-O. The points came from Beqaj and Pimm scoring two each and Barden one with Gerry Anapolsky, our soccer-style kicker, putting two converts through the uprights. From here we travelled to the home ground of our rivals, Bishop's, with whom we vigorously battle each year for the Old Boys' Trophy. Both teams were ready, but Bishop's capitalized on 31 our mistakes and scored twice, but failed to convert both times, leaving the score at 12-O at half-time. Ashbury came back to score twice and add one convert. However, we managed to gain a single later, then, with a minute and a half to go, Bishop's were on our 25 yd. line. They spotted the ball for a field goal, it went up, two referees said No good , but the head referee put his arms up in the air to signal a field goal, giving the game to Bishop's by the narrow margin of 15-14. The two majors were scored by Pimm, of which Gerry Anapolsky converted one and Morrison booted for the single. Ashbury then met Selwyn House at Ashbury. The mean Ashbury defense shut out another team, while the offense, behind the usual excellent line play of Don Morrison, Steve Comis, Doug Pearce, John Ellis, Ronnie Anapolsky, Rick Childers and Dave Godsell, chalked up on the board a convincing forty-seven points. Majors went to Beqaj, Barden and Pimm scoring two, with Bleackley scoring his first of the year. Gerry Anapolsky converted five of his seven attempts. Ashbury was now to meet Osgoode for the final game of the series. Once again we proved we were a well rounded unit by shutting them out while scoring thirty-nine points. Beqaj and Barden scored twice each and Pimm and Bleackley once. Anapolsky converted three, to leave the two game total at 64-0. Ashbury captured the W. W. Johnson trophy. Our final regular game of the season was coming up with Lakefield. Lakefield arrived and began the game with their usual tough spirit, except that this time the Ashbury team cooled them off quickly. The game ended with Ashbury winning 21-10. Majors were scored by Bleackley, Beqaj and Pimm, with Anapolsky converting all three, once again behind a most powerful of- fensive line. The regular season was over, but we still had the Old Boys' game to play - the game which is supposed to be in fun and not necessarily a part of the season. After the game the record changed to a six win and two loss record for the School from a 6-1 record. However, nobody really minded losing, indeed, you might almost say that the fact of our being defeated Qby a narrow margin, mind you, of 13-123 was forgotten in the excitement of celebrating Ronnie Anapolsky's first and only T.D. in five years of Ashbury Football. When Ronnie intercepted an errant pass, there was a roar from the crowd, but nothing to match the crescendo that it reached as he thundered over the goal-line. It was an excellent season in all respects and I would like to thank, on behalf of the team and myself, Mr. Bellamy and Mr. Morrison, our coaches, the cheer- leaders, and our greatest supporters, the Ashbury students themselves, for their endless support. We are Number One. J . K. BEQAJ Scoring TD Convert Singles Total Pimm 1 1 - - 66 Beqaj 8 - - 48 Barden 7 - - 42 Bleackley 3 - - 18 G. Anapolsky - 15 - 15 Godsell 1 - - 6 R. Anapolsky 1 - - 6 Morrison - - 1 1 Ashbury Team Total offense 202 Total against 47 Awards Most Valuable Player Jim Beqaj Most Improved Player Don Morrison Best Lineman John Ellis 32 SECOND FOOTBALL Back Row: I. C. Macleod, J. D. McTaggart, A. G. Moore, S. A. Gray, D. A. George, D. G. Cuzner, J. G. Mierins, L. Pleet, M. E. Pimm. Middle Row: H. Penton, Esq., W. A. Price, B. Bejkosalaj, G. P. Harvey, C. N. Teron, G. M. Jeffrey, R. S. Morrison, G. R. Gildert, D. J. Macleod, M. D. C. Evans. Front Row: P. A. Grant, L. C. Oakes, S. T. Tanos, H. A. Christie, Co-Capt., S. I. Rigby, Co-Capt., G. A. Price, C. B. Scott. Kneeling: B. Nicol, R. H. Huston, G. N. McKenna, B. F. Benedict, A. G. Brown, J. W. Zagerman. Absent: C. K. Allen. SECOND FOOTBALL Members of the second football team will have many memories. There will be the highly spirited atmosphere on the bus before the Selwyn House game in Montreal, and the dispirited ride back after a 24-0 defeat. There will be the excellent performance against a highly rated Bishop's team ending in a 12-6 loss. There will also be the return match, at home, against Selwyn House which was lost by a score of 12-6 in the dying minutes of the game. On the more jubilant side will be our 22-11 victory over a good Lakefield team. During this game we realized, as a team, our true potential, both offensively and defensively. But the main experience goes beyond the score or the yardage gained. It is for this that I would like to thank both Mr. Penton and Mr. Hyatt, who made the year a total success, even though there was no need to break out the silver polish. H. A. CHRISTIE 33 FIRST SOCCER Back Row: N. J. Spencer, V. Lynch-Staunton, H. Veilleux, L. Zunenshine. Middle Row: W. A. Joyce, Esq., W. R. Plummer, J. W. Martyniuk, P. M. Woollam, E. W. Cahn, P. Taticek, J. McNeil, R. J. Anderson, Esq. Front Row: M. L. W. Barnes, Vice-Capt., D. B. Johnston, N. Macleod, Capt., D. W. Lackie, D. C. Paterson. Absent: M. Kemper. FIRST SOCCER All amateur and, for that matter even the best professional soccer teams, have their ups and downs , these seem to come in cycles which return all too soon. The Ashbury team didn't break the tradition this year either. Upon returning in September we found the high school soccer league cancelled owing to a teachers' work to rule session fnot Ashbury teachers, of course!J. The outlook for any season seemed very bleak indeed. Thanks to Mr. Anderson's actions, however, we played some twelve games this year. The season opened on Saturday, 16th September against Hillfield. Despite a few regulars out of the line-up and scoring on our own net once, we managed to tie the game at 2-2. As the season progressed we continued to win or tie games. One of our best games was against Sir Robert Borden High School and we played that game in a mini hurricane. That didn't stop the game but made a game strategy very important. We chose to play with the wind and hopefully build up an advantage by half-time. At the half we were ahead 2-0 and we withstood their second half efforts until 10 seconds left in the game. A corner which would have gone clear past the net under normal conditions was blown right in to make the final score 3-1. As usual the long time rivals from Bisho-p's and Stanstead provided the real test for the team. After beating Bishop's 2-1 and tieing Stanstead 2-2 they asked us to play return matches in the Townships. We agreed and left to play our first double header. The first game against Bishop's was not played in the true spirit for which soccer had been developed. The referee reminded one player that this was not a World Cup Game , what he should have said was that it was a good imitation of Grand Prix Wrestling. With five minutes re- maining Bishop's was ahead 4-0 and then we put on a drive. In the next four 34 minutes we scored three times, in a last minute effort to tie it up the defence moved way up and were caught out of position. The final score was 5-3 for Bishop's. The next day we played Stanstead in rain and snow and were rather flat from Saturday's game. We lost by three goals and it seemed as though the cycle had returned. The last two games were also lost to Commerce and a strong Old Boys' team. Next year the soccer team will have to be completely rebuilt as most regulars have graduated, but that was how it looked this year and the result was pretty good. It was very hard to keep a team up for every game with a league or championship incentive. Next year we'll be back for Old Boys so don't worry about winning every game. M. L. W. BARNES SECOND SOCCER Our soccer team's 1972 season was very impressive. The team was enthusiastic on and off the field, we played a total of ten games and lost five. This may sound to many a poor record, but we learned from our mistakes and there was great improvement throughout the season. We visited various schools in the Eastern Townships. Our greatest victory was at Bishop's. At the end of the first half, Bishop's was leading 3-0. In the second half we came back with a victory - final score 5-3. When we left Bishop's we had two thoughts in our minds: first, that we were successful, secondly, that one day Ashbury might become co-educational, like Bishop's. G. R. MCKENNA l SECOND SOCCER Back Row: G. W. Howe, D. J. Lurtz, C. Y. Ng, P. B. Shepherd, J. P. Moore, R. M. Wilson, G. J. McGuire, Esq. Front Row: W. N. Fuller, G. R. McKenna, P. M. Wiener, Capt., C. Veilleux, D. E. C. Green, I. W. Beedell. Absent: A. I. Johnston. I. C. Scarth. 35 FIRST HOCKEY Back Row: L. Desmarais, M. J. Beedell, D. B. Johnston, P. B. Shepherd, D. C. Barden, D. K. Godsell. Middle Row: B. W. Bellamy, Esq., S. M. Power, H. Veilleux, I. K. Bleackley, G. Anapolsky, J. A. Ellis, P. Taticek, P. W. Wilson, W. A. Joyce, Esq. Front Row: R. G. Pimm, R. Anapolsky, Vice-Capt.. D. J. Morrison, Capt., J. K. Beqaj. Vice-Capt., E. W. Cahn. FIRST HOCKEY The Hockey season of 1973 cannot be described as one of great achievement. In fact, we failed to win any of our games, excluding the Old Boys' Match. This year, we were one of two teams added to the east division of the Ottawa High School Hockey League. We placed 6th, one point behind Charle- bois - the other new member in the league. Many reasons could be given for our poor performance in the league, but it seems to me that the overriding factors were illness and injury sustained by each member of the team at some time or other. It was one of those years. There were many times this season when I looked up to see only tired players both on the ice and on the bench, their faces showing determination but their skills slowed by sfatigueg yet they never quit. They played as a team, took their lumps and never lost their coolg I was proud to be their coach. The experience that we did gain through playing in the High School League was evidenced in the narrow losses we incurred with our traditional rivals, Stanstead and Bishop's. During those games we were almost at full strength and we almost won. With the talent returning next year and the players coming along from the second team, a bright future is looming on the horizon for the Hockey Firsts - next year. B. B. Captain Don Morrison Assistant Captains Jim Beqaj Ronnie Anapolsky Awards Most Valuable Player Jim Beqaj Most Improved Player Peter Taticck 36 ,Al SECOND HOCKEY This year was a good one for our team. Our coach, Mr. Parks, did a very good job to get us into shape and working as a team. Our goal-tending was fairly good and our first line was a scoring line. The second line was a skating line, our third line was the hustling line, and the defensemen were good. Our calendar balances down to two wins out of every three games. C. VEILLEUX H30 ks Plsuglpf' QSHBUQI, vsliaufff' xslilllllffy QQQWUR, t.SH8L,o, 2 snsuy, g+isu,p txShE . l t f V-Suealvl' UD Simil- SECOND HOCKEY Back Row: K. B. Parks, Esq., R. S. Morrison, W. N. Fuller, A. G. Moore, L. Zunenshine, C. Walker. Front Row: G. M. Jeffrey, P. A. Farquhar, J. G. Mierins, A. I. Johnston, C. Veilleux, Capt., G. A. Price, P. A. Grant, C. K. Allen. Absent: J. W. Beedell. CURLING At first glance it appeared that there would be little chance of the lst Curling Team successfully competing in the school league. Composed mainly of last year's newly-formed second team, it contained enough disorganization and inexperience to allow us to compete against the most inefficient of school teams. Unfortunately we were up against the best. This is why it was surprising to see us in first place for the first half of the division games. As luck had it, experience paid off and we lost that position, but managed to retain fourth place in the east division of the city High School league. In our exhibition games we fared better and made a clean sweep. In the first, against B.C.S., the much-favoured team, we finished with a stunning score of 10-4 and again, against St. George's, it was a pull-away 10-3 victory. This year, as last, we ran an inter-house competition. Connaught, being very strong in this field, ran away with it, winning the Junior, Senior and Masters' games. I would like to express my gratitude to all members of the teams and especially to our coach, Mr. Green, whose patience will always be remembered. V. LYNCH-STAUNTON 37 CURLERS J. W. Walker, V. Lynch-Staunton, Capt., W. R. Plummer, P. A. S. Johnston, R. S. Walker, E. E. Green, Esq. SWIMMING We continued the practice this year of combining recreational and com- petitive swimming at the Rockcliffe C.F.B. pool. As a school, Ashbury participates in only two swim meets during the year. This is because we have neither the time nor the facilities required for top-flight competition as it is today. As a consequence, a number of our boys train with and swim for Ottawa clubs. In contrast to last year, we participated with considerable success in the Ottawa Inter-High School Swim Meet, and our Under 16 team, comprising Gray, Marion, Teron, Scarth and Mierins, proved itself one of the strongest in the City. Stewart Gray and Matthew Marion are probably the most promising swimmers we have had in the Senior School in the past five years. Once again, the climax of our Swimming programme was the Ashbury Inter-House Meet held in March at Rockcliffe. Good organization and house spirit once again saw Connaught win by a close margin 1258-2525. In the past four years Connaught has triumphed three times and Woollcombe once. A total of fourteen new records was set during the meetg this is the highest number since we started keeping records four years ago. H. J. R. 38 SKIING The Ski Team was the big surprise this winter. ln the past skiing was the least promising of sports at Ashbury because of a lack of enthusiasm towards cross-country training. This year, the team, under the coaching of Mr. K. D. Niles, with the help of Mr. C. J. Inns and Mr. R. J. Anderson, was the most successful ski team that Ashbury has ever seen. Jim Cuttle, Robert Grant-Whyte, Tom Martin, Dan Lackie, Don Paterson, Michael Barnes and John Tutton provided much of the necessary talent and will to win. The season started with a good showing at the annual Ski Meet between Ash- bury and Sedberghg we then went on to the Dalton Wood Meet at Camp Fortune, where we did very well, placing 6th in a large field. The piece de resistance , however, was still to come. At the annual Independent Schools' Meet, at Ow1's Head, we triumphed. Jim Cuttle, perhaps Ashbury's best skier, won all four events: the giant slalom, the slalom, short cross-country and long cross-country, thereby demonstrating his own ability as an all-round skier, the excellence of Ashbury's training programme and that of our coaches. As a result of all this and very good showings on the part of Robert Grant-Whyte, Tom Martin tin the Alpine eventsj, John Tutton and Don Paterson tin the cross-country eventsj, the school came home with the Cochand Trophy and Jim Cuttle came home with the Price Trophy for the best all-round skier at the meet. We had a good winter and it is my firm belief that this will show Ashbury students who like to ski that we can do something as a team and that cross- country skiing is perhaps not the chore that some might call it. P. PARDO fl' SKI TEAM Winners of the Cochand Trophy Back Row: K. D. Niles, Esq., P. Pardo, D. C. Paterson, M. L. W. Barnes, D. J. Siversky. Front Row: D. G. Cuzner, R. Grant-Whyte, J. F. Cuttle, Capt., Winner of the Price Trophy, D. W. Lackie, I. C. Tutton. 39 SPORTS AWARDS - 1972 - 1973 SENIOR FOOTBALL The Lee Snelling Trophy CMost Valuable Playerj The Tiny Hermann Trophy fMost Improved Playerl The Mike Stratton Memorial Trophy CBest Linemanj JUNIOR FOOTBALL The Barry O'Brien Trophy CMost Valuable Playerl The Boswell Trophy fMost Improved Playerj SENIOR SOCCER The Anderson Trophy lMost Valuable Playerj The Perry Trophy fMost Improved Playerl JUNIOR SOCCER The Pemberton Shield fMost Valuable Playerj SENIOR HOCKEY The Fraser Trophy fMost Valuable Playerj The Irvin Cup CMost Improved Playerj SENIOR SKIING The Evan Gill Trophy fMost Valuable Skierj The Ashbury Cup CMost Improved Skierj The Coristine Cup fBest Cross-CountryJ SPECIAL AWARDS THE PRICE TROPHY JIM CUTTLE THE COCHAND TROPHY SENIOR SKI TEAM 40 Jim Beqaj Don Morrison John Ellis Hugh Christie George Jeffrey Nigel Macleod Victor Lynch-Staunton Peter Shepherd Jim Beqaj Peter Taticek Jim Cuttle Tom Martin Jim Cuttle SENIOR SCHOOL FORM LIST-JUNE 1973 Year 5 Year 4 Mr. J. A. Glover and Mr. P. H. Josselyn Anapolsky I, R. Ardill, D. M. Barden, D. C. Barnes, M. L. W. Beqaj, J. K. Chan, C. K. Cuttle, J. F. Ellis, J. A. Heaney, D. M. Hope, P. Johnston I, P.A.S. Johnston 11, D. B. Lackie, D. W. Lynch-Staunton 1, V. Macleod 1, N. Martin I, T. G. Martyniuk, J. W. McTaggart 1, G. A. Morrison 1, D. J. Neil, N. J. Ng 1, D. C. C. Ostiguy, P. Pardo I, P. Pearce, D. H. Plummer, W. R. Power, S. M. Siversky, D. J. Walker I, J. W. Webster, M. A. B. Woollam, P. M. Year 4 Mr. K. D. Niles Benfell, L. H. Childers, R. S. Copestake, P. G. Croal, P. S. T. Godsell, D. K. Grant-Whyte, R. Howe, G. W. Jelenick, M. S. MacLaine, D. E. Ng II, R. C. Y. Paterson, D. C. Pimm I, R. G. Polk, N. W. Rowlinson I, M. C. Sellers I, G. Wong, P. M. A. 23 3.55 17 3.54 15 7.54 18. 5.54 19 8.54 16.10.53 20. 8.55 13.11.54 17 1.54 11 9.55 10. 2.53 30. 7.55 26. 3.54 24 1.56 9.10.54 16. 6.54 23. 6.54 7.11.53 20. 2.54 19.11.55 17. 3.54 21.11.55 13. 8.56 22. 1.55 24. 3.53 25. 5.53 27.12.54 4.12.54 1.12.55 7. 7.55 11 9.56 24 7.54 22. 2.55 27 8.55 31 8.55 15. 2.55 12 6.56 26 7.56 2 5.56 1.10.55 21.12.54 11. 5.55 5.10.54 9.12.56 19. 3.56 24. 1.51 Ca: War Ca- Ca: W We War W C C C C Ca: C Cac W Wa Wa: C Wa we W We Ca We C Cx Ca W W W C W Cx: C C Cs We Wa C W Wa: C Cz: Mr. C. J. Inns Bates, C. R. Bidner 1, K. Cahn, E. W. Chatel, J. George, D. A. Macleod II, 1. C. O'Brien, M. G. Ross, D. I. H. Srnirnow, A. Snyder, C. B. Spencer, N. J. Stoddard, F. L. Tanos, S. T. Taticek, P. Trainor, N. A. Tutton, J. C. Veilleux I, H. Walker II, R. S. Y Mr. H. Penton Beedell I, M. J. Bleackley, I. K. Charron, L. Cheung, T. L. A. Christie, H. A. Grahovac, S. Z. Henderson, R. J. Kong, Y. B. T. Mulock, W. F. Pardo II, C. Reid, J. W. Rigby I, S. J. Wilson I, P. W. Y Dr. G. B. Bacon Anapolsky II, G. Belanger, F. Bonneau, M. Clark 1, D. K. Cornis, S. G. Desrnarais, L. Gray, S. A. Hodgins, M. Jeffrey, G. M. MacPhee, J. P. McNeil, J. Moore I, M. J. Sirotek, R. F. Walker III, C. Wilgress, E. D. Zunenshine, L. 831' 621' C. 5.10.55 13. 6.56 17. 4.54 18. 4.55 21. 1.56 20.11.55 17.11.55 5. 5.55 29. 9.56 23. 2.56 3. 4.56 2. 1.58 17.12.55 12. 9.56 17. 1.56 23. 7.56 11. 4.56 26.10.56 14. 8.56 21. 6.57 15. 9.53 24.10.55 26. 5.57 16. 9.57 24. 7.56 20. 4.56 19. 1.58 29. 9.58 29. 7.56 10. 9.56 29. 5.57 13. 9.56 16. 4.56 22. 3.55 26. 4.56 4.10.55 8. 2.54 17.11.56 11. 4.56 3. 5.56 17. 3.56 13.12.55 23. 5.56 26. 9.56 11.12.56 15. 7.54 27.12.54 EOOEEEOSQQQQOE 5 O O -x- 2 O osqssfessncq 5 S if SECEEOSQQQEE lk PF Wa: War W C-r Year 2A Mr. G. R. Armstrong Beedell II, J. W. Burke-Robertson, I. Evans, M. D. C. Huston, R. H. F. Longsworth, J. K. Lynch-Staunton Il, M. Marion, M. A. McKenna I, G. R. Pelcis, R. Scarth, I. C. Singh, D. Steacy, H. P. H. Teron, C. N. Tross, A. S. Year 2G Mr. J. C. Boone Blair, P. D. Farquhar, P. A. Helmer, R. J. Kemper, M. Lurtz, D. J. Price I, W. A. Shepherd, P. B. Tapp, P. G. Tinkler, S. Zagerman I, M. D. Year 1A Mr. H. J. Robertson Beesack, J. D. Green, D. E. C. Ingold I, C. F. Johnston III, A. I. Marchant, A. B. Mierins I, J. G. Morrison II, R. S. Nicol, B. O'Neill, C. C. G. Perry, G. A. Puttick I, S. R. Robinson, J. N. Rowlinson II, A. J. Stehr, C. J. A. Warwick, G. C. Wilson II, E. C. Wilson III, S. P. 30.12.58 26. 7.57 4. 8.58 3.10.57 19. 3.59 28. 3.58 22.11.57 13. 2.57 6. 4.58 26.10.56 23. 6.58 19.11.58 26.12.57 16. 5.57 28. 2.58 11.10.58 11. 1.57 27. 9.56 8. 3.57 21. 8.57 1.11.56 28. 8.57 8. 5.58 16. 6.57 21. 7.58 20. 6.59 2. 9.59 26.12.58 14. 4.59 22. 9.59 5. 6.58 19. 8.58 22. 3.58 14. 7.58 18. 9.58 20.12.58 16. 2.59 27. 2.59 16.12.58 2. 1.59 5. 5.59 Year 1C Mr. B. W. Bellamy W Bejkosalaj, B. 24.11.58 W8 Brearton, N. 28.10.59 C Brookes, A. M. 4. 3.59 C Brown I, A. G. 21. 3.58 W Campbell, J. 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W Wx we C C W 42 W C W Ca: C W W Cs W W Wx C We: W C Ca: Wa: C W C Ca: C Ca: Cs: Wa: W C Car Ca: C Was: C Cu: C-if was W Literary Section AN EXERCISE IN FUTILITY Four men knelt in the mud of their own goal line, each one summoning up every ounce of adrenalin in anticipation of the physical onslaught they knew was coming. Four men, lost in the cavernous chasm of the football stadium, the whole world focused on their bloodied uniforms. Fifteen yards away was their adversary, a twelve headed monster huddled up in the middle of the field. The steel-grey sky echoed the rumbling of a crowd whose appetite could be satisfied only by the brutal confrontation of man against man. Where would the enemy go? Who would have to stop them? Everyone knew all too well that the situation demanded the utmost in guts and determination . . . everyone in the stadium knew it . . . the opposition knew it . . . the four tired, battered men knew it. The menacing bulldozers designed for their destruction now crouched a yard in front of them, while the icy wind highlighted their breath like fuming exhausts on a straining machine. The front four dug in their cleats, swept away the clinging grime from their sweaty faces and prepared to defend their territory. The tumult from the crowd reached a crescendo as the quarterback barked his signals. Muscles tightened. A thunderclap split the heavens as helmet fell upon helmet, arms and shoulders heaved, and feet groped in the slime for a tenuous foothold. Where was the ball? Who could see? Indeed, who could even feel? The four struggled valiantly to withstand the tide of humanity which surged towards them. The fullback made no headway. They had stopped him! No ball! He doesn't have the ball! Who does? The crowd uttered screams of joy and despair as the gallant four-man line finally collapsed. What had happened? They looked up to see the official's arms extended skyward, signaling the score. Four weary, battered, despondent warriors trudged off the field. Had they failed? No, it wasn't their fault. But they were losers. Yes, but that's their life. D. HEANEY 43 TO SENSE A unique experience, not shared beyond myself, changes me outside myself in the knowing mind of someone else. I break the image , the other side of me. But when I care to share, the change is part of my accepted form, for my accepted form labels only that part of me they understand. THE CHANCE OF WAR Night spread its wingsg the land was dark And in his trench a soldier stood Up to his knees in slime and mud And all he had was caked in dirt All but his rifle that he kept As clean and new as when t'was made No speck of dirt nor spot of rust Was there to spoil its long smooth lines Across the way a match was lit His rifle to his shoulder went Another took the deadly beacon Oh Lord please let the match light last But it was not to beg the match Went out - He damned and cursed his faithless God Who saved the heathen enemy And then once more looked o'er the plain And out across the useless turf Another soldier caked in dirt Looked out across the barren ground And breathed his silent prayer to Mars. REFLECTION S OF SUMMER A Time Lost Yet Remembered Gossip grows like weeds in a summer fieldg My girl and I sleep, arm in arm. Will she always love me? I cannot read her heart. That morning my thoughts as disordered as my hair. I am unhappy, I must see you even if it means I shall be lost in deeper waters. 44 P. HOPE N. POLK D. PATERSON RIDING THE UNIVERSE Riding the universe on a comet, I met sparkling beings and only a few that were dull. I opened my eyes as the journey first started, And I blinked, as the flames blinded me. Lucifer was polite, and I was surprised, He gave me a good time, And then he pointed The Way - the scenic route. Time passed quickly, but I caught a glimpse. I knew it was he, Callused hands, rags, and grey beard allow no lies. I laughed for Time does change, He now drove a tractor, And although It lay beside his machine rusting, he still kept It near. He moaned a terrible moan that made me sad, And I turned my head. I saw a flash from home and far back on my path Lucifer was greeting a very large crowd. The sadness passed quickly, for I heard no trumpet, And I was off again. I knew I was close. I saw a freckled angel with a crooked halo - Just a boy. He said, Hiya! I said, Swell! Just rounding a star I saw His Son. The wounds had healed and he had a gentle face. He was teaching little children. He looked up and asked if I had seen a little freckled boy. I smiled and said no, but he knew. He pointed and said, That way! I went and there He was! He roared, Welcome! We hope you will be happy here! He shined and shimmered and seemed to laugh when He talked. Then for the first time I saw who We was, And realized how lonely I had been those last years. I knew He was right. I would be happy here! D. MacLAINE ASSURANCE A ship . . . sailing out to sea Slowly disappears, A ship . . . sailing out of sight, Is gone from view. A man . . . reaching for oblivion Slowly disappears, A man . . . dying for the world, Is gone from view. But both . . . though gone from sight Are somewhere, And both . . . keep on living, Not gone at all. D. JOHNSTON 45 A SHATTERED VISAGE lt was quite late in the year, and the days were growing shorterg the wind had a certain November bite to it. The low, unbroken line of the coast stretched away, a darkling shadow, only vaguely demarked from the sea which had shaped it. The silence hung over the moorlands and the slowly emerging saltings, all the heavier for the constant sighing of the ripples of the dying breeze. Occasionally the cry of some bird would float out to its inevitable oblivion, leaving behind only the unspoken disapproval of the marshes. The tide was going out, leaving behind it a huge area of mud, laced with little streams and gulleys, each tickled by its own whisper of wind. Occasionally even the rotting bones of some ill-fated ship might be found here, for the saltings are a treacherous place, filled with pitfalls for the uhwaryg but, though outwardly unprepossessing, she will reward those who come to know and love her. Over the years she has been a place of refuge for many, who came seeking nothing but themselvesg she has been a friend to those engaged in enterprises of doubtful legality, as none but the most daring of law-enforcers would enter this place of darkness and shifting sands, and fewer still would leave it - but I digress. The tide was on the ebb, and the gentle breeze showed every sign of dying completely away, leaving behind it a fine, clear, cool November evening, which would be spent by sensible people at a pub, quaffing ale and making light conversation with friends, prior to retiring to a bed with a large quilt upon it. There was, however, someone who was obviously not to spend it thus. Away, in the distance, and through the gathering darkness could be made out a small gaff cutter feeling her way through the mud under main and stays'l. There was a figure on the foredeck busy lowering the latter, while casting the occasional glance into the water which surrounded him. The cutter continued on her way under mains'l alone, as the figure on the foredeck bent down and readied the anchor for use. Having finished this he walked aft and put the helm down, came neatly about and gathered way on the other tack. The lone old seaman, looking very much at peace with himself and the world, again relinquished the helm, walked forward to the mast and slowly lowered the main, gathering in the sail as it came, he returned to the tiller, turned the boat's head to the stream, went forr'ard and waited for the boat to lose all way. Just as she started to drop back with the tide, he swung the anchor overboard in a long, lazy arc out over the water, it struck the surface with a splash which seemed to fill the world with its explosion, and a horde of birds arose, disturbing the peace still further with their indignant screams. As the little ship drifted slowly away from the anchor, the old man paid out the warp hand over hand until he reached the end, and the boat came up short. He walked aft, drew the dinghy up alongside and lowered the kedge onto the floorboards. He eased himself into the tender, shipped the oars, and Cast off. lt was getting quite dark, and the old man rapidly faded into the night, leaving behind him the regular creak of oars and the drip-drip of the water running off them on the reverse stroke. The noise stopped and was followed by a muffled splash and a run of warp as the kedge plunged to the bottom of the sea. lt started again, heralding the old man's return. He came neatly alongside, made fast, unshipped the oars and climbed out of the dinghy, leaving it to drift back to the end of its tether. He lit a riding light, which he hoisted into the shrouds, and disappeared below. His disappearance was followed by the lighting up of the cabin windows with the soft glow of an oil lamp and the emergence of smoke and sparks from the chimney on the cabin top. After he had eaten his dinner and cleared away the debris, the old man fired up the ancient bogey stove, poured himself a small glass of rum, and settled down on the settee. There is no more comfortable place imaginable than the warm cabin of a small boat on a cold night. The oil lamp flickers occasionally, and is not much 46 good for reading byg but the old man didn't mind: his thoughts were as good company as any, and besides his eyes were no longer too wonderful. But, though dim, it was a warm glow, and it turned the cabin into home. The old black stove roared and crackled in the corner and he sat. resting, not from fatigue, but from habit, letting his mind wander with the freedom of those who have known and done much. and seen it all become history. Once, years ago, he had taken an active part in the doings of men. even, in some small way, influenced the course which events were to take. but now events had caught and passed him by, and he was too old, he had too great a sense of his own dignity and was too sceptical of things in general to bother trying to keep up. He sat. evenings. and pondered these things in a detached sort of wayg he wondered why he had lived, he wondered why men lived. Occasionally he thought of his contemporaries. most of whom were dead by now. he guessed. And he would stand and stretch himself--his bones creaked a little, but by and large he was fairly fit- and tap his pipe over the side of the boat and relight it. The sea had almost finished dropping, the little boat was listing slightly, and the mud flats stretched off on every side for miles. He would have to be up early to-morrow if he was to make the best of the tide: but it didn't matter, at his age one doesn't need much sleep. It was getting late, the stars were out in full force, and the old man mused upon their permanence. And then he thought of their transience in the eyes of eternity: and he wondered briefly in whose eyes did eternity seem short? And he looked around him, shrugged and, chuckling. mumbled out, out, brief candle . . He cleared his mind and gazed silently out at the night sky. He had been a leader of men. Some had been kind enough to say that he was a good one: and in those days he had been young enough to believe them. Now he didn't know, but it never worried him. At what had seemed to be the peak of his career he had retired to his present oblivion. Had he given anyone the chance to ask why, he would have said that he no longer had the strength: but he knew that the truth was largely a lack of motivation. He still believed that he had done a great deal of good for a great many people: but he lacked the simple faith of his youth that men were worth it. It was not that he despised humanityg it was just that he had ceased to worship it. He knew not that of which it was worthy, and it did not concern him. He still didn't know. He continued to think upon the problem. and upon many others, but he didn't worry about his inability to provide answers for them, for they were no longer his concern. Philosophy had become for him an intellectual exercise, it could no longer affect himg he had made his decision. And now he sat, eyes glazed, wondering whether or not he should have left. And for the thousandth time he could find no answer. He stood, and. almost shouting, said, It does not matterg I have acted, and it is done. And the old man chuckled, yawned and began to think of turning in. He bent down and peered out of the cabin window. It was late, and suddenly he felt very tired. There was a figure, muffled by darkness, walking slowly across the mud. zigzagging and stepping gingerly around little pools and rivulets, but moving inevitably towards him. The old man wondered briefly who it could be, and then realized that it was he whose arrival he had so long anticipated. The old man bent down and stoked up the stove to dispel the chill which seemed suddenly to pervade the cabin. M. C. ROWLINSON 47 TREADMILL The thud, thud, thud of the pick was a steady drumming, The creaking of the timbers was a steady moaning, The sweat beading on his head Was like a symbol of his dread of being trapped in a mine. But was it not too late to worry? For in the earth he was buried. The air was hot and stale and wet, But still onward he fought to get his freedom. And the offices sheathed in glass and steel, Bedazzled with gold in the autumn sun, hung Like bird cages in the boundless sky. Quiet crept on soundless feet into his mind And looking up he saw he was alone And looking down on the piles of minutiae He shrugged and turned away and all was still. The door clicked to his passing, free at last. LIFE laughed. R. WALKER TO EACH ITS PART A Flower, as it opens its petals sunward, Is receiving sustenance. A Flower, one kind of a thousand species, Is individual. A Man, opens his thoughts to knowledge, Tries to help his fellow man. A Man, one of a billion others, Yet individual. A Flower, tit might be red, or yellow, or amber,J Is beautiful no matter what. A Flower, whether a rose or Chrysanthemum, Is individual. A Man, the may be black, or red, or white,J Is still a Man just the same, A Man, whether Negro or Caucasoid, Is individual. Both Flower and Man in infinite variety, Contribute to the whole, For they have each their special gift to give, Individually. D. JOHNSTON 48 AN ENDING It was everything he had expected it to be. John had been prepared for this day for weeks. Cecile had left him that morning. She had left him before, but this fight was different, it was more bloody, and it had ended with John hitting her. He knew she wouldn't be back. John tried to tell himself it didn't matter but he wasn't convincing enough. He had lost her and he knew he did care. John got up from his chair in their, or his, small apartment. Walking over to the shelf in the kitchen that served as a bar, John realized that he hadn't mixed a drink in months. Cecile had always made his drinks. Pouring a long scotch on the rocks, he slowly drained the glass. He realized that their marriage had never been solid. They were married when Cecile was in her fourth month of pregnancy. She had had a miscarriage two weeks later. As he got himself another scotch John remembered 'Cecile's second pregnancy. She had aborted on the street, having to be rushed into the hospital for emergency surgery. The doctors told her that she wouldn't be able to have any more children. John remembered trying to hide his anger. He had wanted a son. Over his fourth double scotch John totaled the events of the past few weeks. Their fighting had grown in intensity from childish bickering to bitter spiteful name calling. She had suggested counseling. He had suggested splitting. Cecile had taken him seriously. The cat walked into the room and examined her empty food bowl. As John rummaged for cat food in the cupboard under the sink he remembered that Cecile had always fed the cat. It was her cat. John noticed a tin of sink rust remover. The gaudy red label announced that it was poison. Almost on impulse he shook some into the cat's dish with her food. John placed the dish on the floor and crossed the kitchen to mix another drink. Returning to his seat he tripped over the cat. She was dead. John sat at the table nursing his most recent drink. He stared at the picture of his wife on the wall. A pastel, a street artist had done for two dollars. John looked at the cat. Then he looked at Cecile. His gaze dropped to the jar of poison sitting on the kitchen table. Slowly he reached out for the jar and tilted much of its contents into his glass. With indecision he raised the glass to his lips. He looked at his wife . . . his beautiful Cecile, then he tipped the glass and gulped its contents. The poison worked quickly. Cecile was blurring on the wall. John stared at the picture. He muttered, I love you Cecile, then everything went black as he slumped across the table. The jar of rust remover stood inanimate on the table. In bright red letters the label said: Poison, Keep Away From Children. Cecile should have known that meant John. M. O'BRIEN ALL IS GOSPEL, ALL IS GOOD The Reporter never distorts his case, The Preacher tells us Christ is great, The Teacher gives us enlightening facts, Uncle Sam wants love and pax, Chairman Mao wouldn't hurt a flea, Thank my stars I believe myself - I know I lie, but it's still the truth. M. BARNES 49 JUMPING THE GUN The burly curtain rises, catching off-guard attentions of noisy spectators who sit juggling anxious feet, and twitching itchy impertinent necks which roll back and forth in monogrammed collars. All eyes concentrate, one to follow the billowing red, another to focus intently on frail man who sits indifferently among wooden props and chairs of bent aluminum, while their own become increasingly uncomfortable Some weak minds question the trivia of frail man on dismal stage, but go unheard, as if none dare answer such blasphemy after glowing marquee and Southam ad have promised insight, wisdom, even entertainment. Those unaware are nudged by others as the figure begins to pen upon the table, blue ink chases parallel lines across paper while we stretch necks to observe with bitter disappointment it is not lavender but business yellow Those who knew now sigh, for this lesson in cryptography is surely educational, and that, despite paradox, trivia does indeed become important in the eyes of those who wonder what part of all the world's a stage, or podium, or pit. Yet, even we take for granted long letters are lengthy ones, and our subtle hints, shuffling shoe shines, whispering, get no reaction from figure no longer frail but instead heartless as any actor of this class of production would care to be. Minutes tick, keeping same magical beat as beads of sweat which nastily drop upon hooked noses or german opera glasses one rents for quarters in lieu of common sense andfor a last desperate attempt to see what happens upon the wooden platform Farther back poorer rows become decidedly restless many believing the actor cheats them, possibly speaking in low tones audible only to expensive orchestra seats which in the first case should belong either to politicians or playing musicians. Impatience gives way to glee as man stands, stretches, and with bland derision strolls left to waiting wings and quiet reception after no word or effort to console either flustered rich or embittered poor. I alone beg to praise such perfect portrayal of the commonplace, but noticing my queerness, and hesitating, it becomes clear as others sit speechless, clapless, that taut white sash invisibly holds mouth and palms tightly shut. 50 And then someone, probably our absent actor, flicks resounding metal so that curtains fall in harmony with fading lights as if all was at end, middle, or perhaps beginning in a way that only infuriated audiences can appreciate. Flabbergasted they break their bonds as womanly shrieks pierce the darkness, and smokers, who carry such devices, light the hall with olympian flames just in time for the fellow in my seat to scan his discarded ticket and notice with silent desperation . . . . . . that the dates do not agree! D. SIVERSKY SHIPWRECK The water burns like fires of Hell In shades of orange, gold and red, The masts are flaming yellow plumes, The tattered sails but sheets of gold, The deck awash with smoking spume. The sun peers through the broken planks, So cracked and split by winter's storms, So faded, warped by summer suns. The pebbles whisper their reply To leafy-coloured soughing swells Reflecting verdant skies above. So lie the bones of long--dead ships, The sole remains of long-dead minds, The work of loving, long-dead hands. How many lost their lives that day? How many lost their loves that way? And who were they, these unknown hearts? And sought they what? And came they whence? And why should countless souls be sent To cold and wat'ry, bitter graves? F. L. STODDARD AGING Oh Mother Nature Hold me in my youth That I may achieve The frosty peaks Of which dreamers dream And from which every young man falls. R. ANAPOLSKY 5 1 THE RECITAL Mother had just finished opening the box as father walked in the door, he stopped and stared as the tissue paper was removed. What in the name of hell is that? he roared. Mona's costume for the dance recital tonight. Isn't it beautiful? Father wrinkled his nose as though the costume smelled badly. ls she going to be a feather-covered liver? he inquired. . Oh no, the theme this year is 'The Birds'. She's going to be a cardinal. Father smiled slyly and muttered under his breath, A buzzard's closer to the point. What did you say, dear? mother questioned. Oh, nothing, father said in an off-hand manner. A cardinal, dear, you know, a kind of bird,'l mother continued. Yes, I know. With bird-brained mothers sending their bird-brained chil- dren to bird-brained dancing teachers, I knew it couldn't be ecclesiastical! Mona came skipping into the room. Hi daddy. Are you coming to see 'The Birds' tonight? Yes, unfortunately, l've been too busy all day to think of a suitable excuse for avoiding it. Next year give me a little more notice and 1'm sure 1'll think of something. Mother interrupted, Please don't sit like a statue this year, the way you usually do. I assure you I won't sit like a statue, there might be pigeons among the birds. Later that evening. Can't you applaud just once? mother inquired quietly. 'Tm waiting for the end, father replied. That's the only thing that will be worth applaudingf' Haven,t you enjoyed anything? Oh yes, intermission was pretty good, but it was spoiled by the thought of sitting through the last half. When the curtain finally came down, father clapped as though he wanted to see it all again. Proud parents beamed at each other, waiting for the children to get out of their costumes. Your Mona was a beautiful cardinal, one mother said to father. It is too bad you left your glasses at home, father replied. My Janie was the blue bird, she continued bravely. That was the most remarkable blue bird I've ever seen, father told her. It had flat feet. At that momen-t, Janie appeared. Her flustered mo-ther grabbed her hand and said to father, We must hurry home to my mother, I don't like to leave her alone too long. If she isn't old enough to stay alone now, when do you think she will be? father asked sharply. Well, she's old enough to stay alone, it's just that since she lost father . . . Lost father! A woman who's careless enough to lose her husband should never be left alone - you'd better hurry home, father shouted, as he shoved her out the door. Then he called after her, Look under the furniture, maybe you'll find him. Perhaps she just misplaced him. Oh Mona, darling, trilled mother, you were a beautiful cardinal. Mrs. Grimes just told father she thought so too. Mona looked very pleased and father said, Mrs. Grimes left her glasses at ho.me tonight. Daddy, Mrs. Grimes doesn't wear glasses. fth Well she should, she's blind as a bat. No wonder she can't find her a er. 52 Daddy, he's dead. What a stupid woman! She said her mother lost him. I found that a little hard to believe, misplaced yes, but lost, never! Dead? Yeh, dead makes sense. Daddy, there's Simon. Simon was a tree. A beautiful tree, trilled mother. A dead tree, droned father. The kind of tree only a dog could love. Qn the drive home, father said, Mona, next winter l want you to start skiing as well as taking dancing lessons. Who knows, maybe l'll get lucky and you'll break a leg. S. JELENICK ELEGY ON A MAD DOG Steven! Steven, come here. Look what we've found. Come here, Steven. Steven, who was sitting on the verandah, was in no hurry to move, as he knew that he would hear about the great discovery whether he wanted to or not. And, sure enough, around came his mother and sister with some indistinguishable shape between them. Look what we've found, Steven. A dog. Are you sure? It might be a pig with long hair. Don't be silly. What a beautiful dog! I wish I knew what type it was. Why don't you ask it? Dogs can't talk. It is such a beautiful dog. I wonder if we can keep it. It is so nice to have an animal around here. Steven took a sidelong glance at his sister who was now coming through the screen door. We've had one for some time. His mother was continually petting the dog and talking to it and occasionally would kiss it on the nose. Mother, did you listen to the news this morning? No I didn'tg why? A gleam came to Steven's eye. There was a report about a dog who was loose in this area. It was described as being, he continued, as he looked at the dog, about three feet tall, a collie with brown patches. ..S0f,,, Cb So he's got rabies. It couldn't be this dog. And even if it was, he hasn't bitten me yet. I'm sure if you just ignore it, it will go away. Steven lapsed into silence as he sank back into his soft chair. His sister had returned and was now kneeling with her mother beside the dog. Look. There's something around the dog's neck. It's probably his shirt collar. Hair shirts are in this year. Why don't you look for his cuffs? It's his collar. And look. There's a tag on it. With numbers. It's his laundry mark. Oh really, Steven. Suddenly the doorbell rang. Steven stood up lazily and moved through the house to answer it. When he opened the door, there was a man standing in the doorway. Excuse me. My name is Mr. Goodman . . . GGSo?7l C5 I believe that there is a dog here .... I'm Anglican, myself. It's my dog. It seems he wandered off. It's in the back. Make sure you get the right one. What? CG Cb it There is still some use for my sister. G. HOWE 53 THE BIRD OF TIME HAS BUT A LITTLE WAY TO FLY . . AND THE BIRD IS ON THE WING Omar Khayyam Dr. Herbert von Cassel walked past the first two guards without showing any form of identification. He would have had to earlier in The Project, about six months ago, as the address by the president had still been ringing in every- body's ears and all the guards were very stuffy. But now, since both of them knew him very well, all he had to do was nod an absent-minded good morning at them and walk through the gate. As he did so, he looked up at the building for the thousandth timeg and for the thousandth time it left him feeling in- significant. Towering 358 storeys above him, covering the equivalent of 23 city blocks, the statistics posted on the wall of every house claimed it to be higher than the empire state building and bigger than the Taj Mahal. Then, as though that wasn't enough, they reminded everybody that most of it lay underground, embedded in solid rock. Possibly the greatest engineering achieve- ment man had ever accomplishedg he felt, as he always did, a twinge of anger at the fact that the idiotic veil of secrecy surrounding The Project prevented his achievement from receiving the acclaim it deserved. He quickly brought his wandering mind back under control as he reached the entrance and punched out his code number, informing the security computer that he was in the building. The guard received the green light and opened the door . Dr. Cassel walked past the first two feet of steel and 300 tons of compressed water into the building housing the Phalanx. He paid no attention to the map covering the lobby wall. but walked straight to the bank of elevators and into the one marked reserved, Cassel . He pushed the single button and descended automatically to the security level. There he had to show his identification plate before the computer would release control of the door to the guards and allow him to pass through another two feet of steel and a quarter of an inch of diamond into the security division. He was quickly passed through the various checks and soon found himself at the exit with a guard who was droning on in a monotone. I-Iere is your electric car, please keep it with you at all times and observe all signposts and speed restrictions. Remember to . . why must they go through the whole damn routine every time I know it off by heart now . . recharged. This is your Thorium badge. Through it the computer will keep a constant check on your movements and activities. It is radio- active but will . . Cassel felt it coming, and tried to stop it by repeating to himself his analyst's advice, over and over again. When you feel it coming. blank your mind. When you feel it coming, blank your mind. When you feel it . . . . . if you remove the badge, the guard finished. Cassel climbed into the car without even thinking about it. IF YOU REMOVE THE BADGE. If You REMOVE The Badge. If you remove the Badge. He was powerless to stop it. The love-pain that was Helen flooded back into his mind. Pretty Helen Pure Helen Good Helen Sexy Helen Helen. He'd told her the real purpose of the phalanx one night. He should have been more careful. The computer had detected it. It has transferred her to a job in the maximum security level. She hadn't been prepared. You had to be prepared. Everyone said that. There hadn't been time. She wasn't. She had gone mad. She couldn't stand a life regulated by a computer. She had torn off her badge. The computer had detected an unauthorized person in the maximum security level. It had taken the appropriate action. The inhuman guard had vomited when he came to see what had happened. He had quickly regained his 54 composure and scraped up the few bits of burnt bone and clothing with his knife. A janitor had come along later and removed the stain. Nobody re- programmed the computer. Nobody suggested it. Poor Helen. Dr. Cassel stopped the car in the hallway as he realized that it had happened again. He kicked himself mentally, blocked the thoughts from his mind, and drove on towards the conference room. There he had to show his identification plate to two unfamiliar guards, two of many that were changed daily, and finally entered the conference room. The computer made the necessary oxygen adjustments and resealed the room. Cassel noticed that, once again, he was the last one there and sat down in an apologetic manner. He surveyed the other four men in the room. thinking about their necessity to The Project. Dr. Samuel Laidlaw. British. theoretical physics. the man who had conceived the Phalanx. Dr. Alexander Dosnyeskyev, applied physics, the man who had made it feasible. Dr. Loen Breslau, Czechoslovakian, advanced electronics, the man who had made it practical. Dr. David Allen, American, nuclear physicist and director, the man who would help the Americans save face when the list of the great American scientists who achieved the marvel of the Phalanx was made public. And finally, himself, Dr. Herbert von Cassel, German, advanced mathematics and engineering, the man who had built the phalanx. He tore himself away from these thoughts and tried to concentrate on what the director was saying. . . imperative we solve this problem before the end of the week when the threat of atomic war becomes imminent . . You mean when the Russian ultimatum runs out and you either have to face destruction or return Kamchatka . . trying to re-establish peace talks with the Premier . . Trying to get him to compromise in our favour without your losing face . . difficult to deal with an enemy who is so distrustful of our peaceful intentions . . . Cassel bit his lower lip till it almost bled to keep from laughing. You mean he hates your guts, with good reason, doesn't believe a word you say, and wants his most valuable oil producing region back before his whole economy collapses The director had finished his pep talk and was on to something concrete, so Cassel tore his mind out of its reverie and forced himself to concentrate. . . unable to complete the final calculations we have orders to go ahead anyway and work the problem out later. That is, assuming it can be solved. Good God, mumbled Cassel. That means we'll send them back with no sure knowledge that we'll be able to reverse the process. . . 'ratulate Dr. Laidlaw on the success of his transubstantiation theory and hope that Drs. Dosnyeskyev and Cassel can put it into some sort of working plan by the new deadline. Dr. Cassel walked out with an air of annoyance about him and a sheaf of papers a foot thick with Laidlaw's scrawl all over them tucked under his arm. He noticed Dosnyeskyev clutching a similar load before he was checked out by the guards and the door closed behind him. What the heck. It just means we'll have to work twenty-One hours a day instead of twenty Two days later Dr. Dosnyekyev burst into Cassel's office with a book on the nature of time by Einstein and several sheets of paper covered with equations. Here Cassel, he shouted triumphantly, waving the papers under Cassel's nose and slamming the book down on his desk. Check these over and tell me if it can be done. Cassel glanced through them and saw the loophole almost immediately. He was about to call Dosnyeskyev back when something that had been nagging at the back of his mind clicked, and it finally dawned on him that THEY had 55 killed Helen because of the security risk. The computer cou1dn't have possibly armed those electrodes without on-the-spot programming. He looked at the equations that had become damp with the sweat running down his sleeve, stunned. Then, slowly and deliberately, he reached for his tables and began a long theory. Several hours and as many visits by Dosnyeskyev later, Cassel completed his theoretical tests and was ready for practical application. He thought he had better do something dramatic, so he thumbed the red emergency button on his desk and, making quite sure the right amount of triumph went into his voice, shouted to the director, We've found it. Later that afternoon, with the sun shining brightly on the compound, reflecting from the surface of the pool in the recreation area and glinting on the machine guns of the garrison on guard, with all five of the top scientists crowded into the lead-lined observation chamber, the phalanx was tested for the first time. It had been focused on a small rabbit, which was peacefully destroying somebody's vegetable garden. tThere had been various official reasons given for this, varying from the sublime to the ridiculous, but it was generally accepted that the real reason was the minimal amount of power required, barely enough to supply New York for a year.J With the security computer blaring for what must have been the millionth time that there were no unauthorized personnel in the building, with the phalanx computer reporting no relays broken, with all levels reporting green lights, with everybody holding their breath, the director threw the switch. A barely audible click was heard. Even though everyone had been prepared for this small amount of noise Cbecause of the small amount of power, they had been toldl, it was still a bit of an anti-climax. A second later, an insignificantly minute portion of the positive energy universe turned itself inside out and the rabbit vanished. It vanished in front of going on 1000 closed circuit TV cameras. It was followed by an embarrassing amount of cheering. Cassel unobtrusively placed his briefcase in a corner of the observation chamber. Nobody noticed. How far! gasped the director, somehow managing to shake four hands at the same time. Somebody yelled two days and the director tumed to Cassel and said, All right Herb. Let's put your theory to the test. Several hundreds of thousands of switches were reversed, several million gauges were watched with several thousand feelings of anxiety. The computer gave the final green light, and one last switch was reversed. An insignificantly minute part of the positive energy universe turned itself outside in. In front of going on 1000 closed circuit TV cameras, the rabbit re- appeared looking rather annoyed. It was followed by a day of wild celebration, courtesy of the grinning U.S. government. Beaming as hard as he could, forcing himself not to think of what he must do, Cassel retold his story for the hundredth time. It's really quite simple, he told a group of eager young technicians. The transubstantiation theory is all right as far as it goes, but it's incomplete. You see, we can send things back, since we have the power right here. But to bring them back again you need the same amount of power in the period they exist in at that time. We were trying to deal in years, when in actual fact we can control only the period when the phalanx was juiced up and where there was a concentration of power we can draw on. What limits does that impose on us? asked one technician, trying to sound as if he knew exactly what was going on. None whatsoever, sizewise, replied Cassel. Only timewise. In short, we can send back anything from a gopher to a planet for a maximum of about a week. Only, the Russians don't know that. With great difficulty Cassel restrained himself from putting his hand over his mouth and, mumbling apologies about too much liquor, staggered out of the hall where the party was 56 being held. His head was reeling and half way back to his car he lost control of his stomach. Thoughts of Helen flooded his mind, blotting out everything else. Pretty Helen Pure Helen Good . . . CAN I HELP YOU, SIR? Cassel pulled himself together and looked up at the guard. No thank you, he replied. Some of that beer got to me, that's all. Quite understandably, sir, said the guard enviously. l'Il get someone to clean it up. Mumbling his thanks, Cassel walked briskly back to his car and drove quickly back to the security level. From there he walked back to his house in the compound. His alarm clock woke him at 4:30 the next morning. With an air of deadly calm he got dressed carefully, making sure his clothes were ruffled, gave his hair a final shake, and walked to the building. Making a final check in my calculations, he told the guard at the gate. Left some papers in the observation chamber. Using this ploy, he got past two other sets of guards into the security section. There the computer verified that his briefcase was in fact there and opened the door. He drove the half mile or so to the centre of the building, then, finding to his chagrin that he was early, pretended to be admiring the phalanx. It wasn't hard. From the observation chamber the phalanx extended in all directions as far as the eye could see. He could see neither beginning nor end. It was, he decided for the millionth time, impossible to describe the whole thing. The only BIG BIG word one could think of was BIG BIG. Anything else was totally inadequate BIG BIG instead of merely inadequate. The distant thud of a series of explosions brought him back to earth with a crash, and he kicked himself for letting his attention wander from the job at hand. The various grenades he had planted at various points at the perimeter of the compound had gone off and the security computer turned all its banks to deal with the situation, leaving Cassel with, he judged, about a minute unobserved. He took one of the high-speed workmen's elevators down to the 964th level and ran 100 yards to a panel. It took him only a few seconds to find the right relay in the phalanx computer and make the necessary adjustments, then he dashed back to the elevator and shot back to the observation level. He walked into the chamber and retrieved his briefcase and was walking out again before the computer refocussed its cameras on him. Cassel judged that the computer would feed the situation into its memory circuits and decide that the aggressors had been frightened off by the large numbers of troops. He walked briskly back to his home whistling a song he'd written for Helen in another time, another place. It was a terrible song. She'd loved it. Poor Helen. The following morning, a feeling of almost patriotic anxiety hung over the building housing the phalanx. During the night, the president had issued what had quickly become known to the headline writers as the Time Ultimatumf' The basis of this was the announcement to the Russians that an American research team composed of top American scientists had perfected a method of sending large bodies back in time, and that if the Russians did not withdraw their ultimatum they would be sent back to a time period during which they could be dealt with. The Russians had, of course, laughed in his face and reminded him that they were now the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics. The president then made a very moving speech along the lines of Truman's speech about the Atomic Bomb, in which he announced that he had conferred with his top advisors and decided to give the Russians a little demonstration of the power the American government wielded. Phrases like . . they leave us no choice if we are to maintain our national pride . . rang through the White House corridors. 57 You mean, All right you bastards, we've put on our little show to the world, now you're going to get yours, but good. Well, you're going to get YOURS too, Mr. President, said Cassel to the empty air. Yes, sir, a real surprise. Then he laughed at his foolishness. That's the irony, he said aloud. They aren't. No one will ever know. He packed a few papers for show purposes then hurried over to the building to watch the Fall of the Empire . This time he heard the drone of the security officer about the badge without even thinking about Helen. THEY were going to learn their lesson, that was all there was to it. As usual he found he was the last one to arrive. He entered the observation booth and wondered why it was less cramped. Of course, Breslau, the electronics expert, was missing. Where's Breslau? he asked Allen, the director. Checking some last minute calculations, came the reply. The computer came up with a need for more power to transubstantiate the whole continent and Breslau thought they looked fishy. The computer's never made a mistake before, said Cassel cageily. He'll miss all the excitement. He figured he wouldn't see much anyway, said the director, shouting now above the din created by the buildup in power. Better get your rcs. on before. . His voice was drowned out by the noise, but by now Cassel needed no prompting. He placed the radioactive noise controllers over his ears and was immediately enveloped in 11 world of silence. Outwardly he was smiling, as was everybody else, but for a different reason. His plan was working, but he hadn't figured on Breslau doubting the computer. Oh well, he couldn't possibly figure it out in time. Breslau figured it out in time. With the noise level reaching the critical stage, he finished his last calculation. There is a mistake, he cried triumphant- ly. Never did trust that silly computer. He polished off the last statement, and it suddenly dawned on him what the error meant. He pushed the emergency button, but the siren couldn't be heard and the flashing light went unseen as all eyes turned towards the phalanx. Grabbing his papers, Breslau dashed to his car and drove down the hallway at 30 mph. The director was making a speech over the rcs's intercom system. Cassel fidgeted and kept looking at his watch. He knew Breslau couldn't figure it out in time, he wasn't that good a mathematician. But there was always the possibility. He started to sweat. Breslau pushed the car up to 35 and skidded into a wall turning a corner. The car folded in on itself, absorbing the impact, but ended up as little more than a pile of scrap plastic. Breslau started to run. . . so we come to a historic moment in the field of science and . . the director was saying. Cassel was perspiring freely now. If the tests were stopped and the error verified, Helen's murderers would go unpunished, and he would be finished. Breslau cursed himself for not staying in shape and tried to run faster. He tried to reach the observation chamber through the intercom in the rcs, but all the channels were blocked by the director's speech. Dr. Breslau muttered some uncomplimentary remarks about the director and told his gasping lungs only another fifty yards. . . cerest thanks to Dr. Cassel for his discovery of the . . Cassel was bathed in sweat now. What if he'd made a mistake. He might have dropped a decimal point and the whole thing might blow up. Outside the noise of 15 million bellowing elephants raged through the phalanx and reached a crescendo. A final green light came on. . . for a new world peace, finished the director. He reached for the switch at the same time Breslau burst through the door and lunged at his arm. 58 Before a look of surprise could even register on the director's face Breslau jerked his arm away. The director hadn't let go of the switch. The movement jerked it down and the phalanx did what it was built to do. A minute part of the positive energy universe turned itself inside out, and with a hop, skip and a jump, the planet known as earth settled down to normal again. Dr. Herbert von Cassel walked past the first two guards without showing any form of identification. He would have had to earlier in The Project, about six months ago, as the address by the president had still been ringing in everybody's ears and all the guards were very stuffy. But now, since both of them knew him very well, all he had to do was nod an absent-minded good morning at them 'and walk through the gate. As he did so, he looked up at the building for the thousandth timeg and for the thousandth time it left him feeling insignificant . . . fFor reasons that cannot be disclosed on the grounds of national security, this title has been left till last.J . . . AND THE SANDS OF TIME SHALL RUN OUT. Omar Khayyam G. SELLERS A THING OF THE PAST As we grow older We see the things that we once had, a friend we met somewhere, or a place we once went to. Although we still go back to the places we went to before, they never seem to be the same anymore. My life is changing in oh so many ways, I don't know what to do any more. The things I once had, are no more. I get to thinking sometimes that I should move away from here, start a new life of my own. But that feeling soon goes and something else takes its place. For sometimes I'm afraid to go away, to leave whatever I had all behind and face a whole new life of my own, afraid of what will become of me. S. COMIS 59 THE TWENTY-FIFTH OF CHRISTMAS The old steam locomotive chugged into town as it had done every day for nearly seventy-five years. But this trip was different from all the rest. This was to be the last trip for locomotive number 25. She was to be replaced as all things are in time, by something new. Yes, something brand-new. The railway officials were all excited about the shiny new diesel. They tried to enthuse the villagers but they remained dubious. The Widow Gorman was the only one in town who remembered when they didn't have the old engine. And that was nearly seven decades ago. The villagers regarded the old locomotive with great affection. It took them into the city to shop. It took the newly-weds away on their honeymoons. And it brought home the townis sons from the war. The ones that were lucky, and the ones that weren't. They were used to seeing the train twice a day, at eight in the moming and again in the evening at six. It came in rain and in snow. It came without regard for illness or death. It always came. The train came at Easter and it came on Christmas Day with its bells ringing in salutation. It belched out its thick black vapour, darkening the sky in summer and blackening the virgin snow in winter. It was always late, certainly never early, but the townspeople loved old locomotive number 25 very deeply. And now the railway said it was time that the engine be retired. After nearly seventy-five years of serving the village she was to be replaced. And there was nothing the townsfolk could do. The morning dawned. It was the day the train would arrive with the new diesel engine. At eight o'clock, precisely punctual, the new locomotive quietly glided to a stop in front of the turn-of-the-century station. But no one was there to meet it. The employees of the station would not arrive for another quarter-hourg in plenty of time for the old train. In fact, the town would not generally awake until eight o'clock came. And for them it wasn't eight until the old locomotive arrived. So the town overslept that morning. Neither, of course, would the old locomotive take the train away until it had collected all the passengers. No one in this small town was in a hurry. They'd wait for Mr. Wildgen, the city museum guide, they'd wait for Mrs. Rielle who was taking pottery classes, and they always made certain that they had young Cathy Laidler, the pride of the town, who was attending college in the city in order to become a stenographer. The new engine sat and waited. At eight-ten it blew a waming whistle - but no one appeared. A few minutes later one of the station employees reported in for work, half asleep. Charlie Hansen, the other employee, was sick that day he announced. Charlie Hansen had been working at the station for nearly fifty years and he hadn't yet missed a day. He'd been responsible for getting the passengers on and off the train nearly ever since Engine number 25 was new. Now the town gossip said he'd decided not to work again. Even though he was only a few years from receiving his gold watch for fifty years service. Locomotive number 61908C, the new diesel, was due to pull its train out of the station at eight-fifteen, sharp. Eight-fifteen arrived, but no passengers had arrived, still the modern engine powerfully glided out of the station heading for the city. Mr. Wildgen decided he wouldn't go to work that day. He didn't really feel well at all. Mrs. Rielle thought that she could make up her missed pottery class another day, when she felt a bit brighter. But young Cathy Laidler got a ride to the city with Dr. McKerrow in his automobile, even though she didn't feel right inside. Promptly at six that evening, the sleek engine brought the train to a precise stop by the railway station platform. Its single passenger fell out of the door and landed on his face on the platform. He remained in this position for a while 60 and then, rising unsteadily to his feet, he wavered off down the road singing out of key. That was Mr. Castle. He was too drunk to notice he wasn't on the old train. And so it went on. The new train came and went. The townspeople came and went. But not on the new train. Some got out their buggies, some went by car, and others walked to the' next town and took the train from there. But even though it was almost as old, it just wasn't the same. The railway officials were getting worried. The train was hardly running at a profit with the new engine. In fact, it hadn't made any money at all. They even thought of bringing back the old beloved engine number 25. But that would be reversing the flow of progress! The railway couldn't do that. The townspeople would just have to leam to love the new engine. The railway would not give in. Winter arrived in the town. November came and went. And the new train came and went, always on schedule, but never used. The Christmas season came to the village. Some. storekeepers put out decorations. But most didn't. The Rev. P. Cruikshank led his congregation in a few weak renditions of O Come All Ye Faithful. And a few mothers took their children to see the Santa Claus at the department store. But there was never a lineup. The church youth didn't go caroling that year. It just never got organized. The mayor didn't hold his annual open-house. He knew few would come. And the Post-Office didn't have to hire any extra staff. There wasn't any extra mail. No one was sending Christmas cards. Even fewer were exchanging gifts. It just wasn't Christmas. Not the Christmas the town was used to. The day of Christmas Eve arrived. The church bells weren't rung. The children weren't outside having snowball fights or tobogganing. They were mostly inside, not understanding what was missing from this Christmas. The day dragged by. No one got excited as the eve of Christmas grew nearer. Six o'clock came. The still new diesel locomotive didn't draw its train into the station. Some townspeople, used to hearing the shrill whistle at six, thought smugly that the diesel was finally late. At almost six-thirty old Charlie Hansen thought he heard something familiar. Mrs. Rielle put down her magazine and listened from her house. The Rev. Cruik- shank thought he was dreaming. But he knew he heard bells. All over the town people stopped what they were doing. And they listened. They could hear bells pleasantly playing a carol. And underneath was the comforting bass of the chugging old locomotive number 25. Yes! The old engine was in town. Divinely late! The bells of the church joined those of the train in playing the carol. People poured out of their houses and flocked to the station. From all over town they came to the train and joined in singing the carols they had so neglected that year. The locomotive had never looked better! Its brass was all shiny-bright and it was festooned in pine boughs and red ribbons. And on the very top was a creche. The train had brought Jesus to the town. The train had brought Christmas. And God had brought them the train. Then the Rev. Cruikshank led the townspeople in thanksgiving. They thanked the Lord for restoring Engine number 25 to them. On Christmas Eve! It was the most wonderful Christmas present any of them had ever received. For the villagers this was the best expression of the immeasurable joy on the first Christmas Day. The people of the town sang all the carols they knew several times over. Then they all exchanged joyful Christmas greetings there on the platform beside the old engine, number 25. The boiler was open in the engine and the coals threw a cosy red glow on the people gathered around it. The mayor's wife prepared hot chocolate for all 61 over the engine's fire. A few carols were sung one last time and then the towns- people slowly drifted home with their children, happy and full of the Christmas spirit. Totally contented they crept into bed and fell into a deep sleep. As Christmas morning dawned, rosy red, the bells began to call the people of the town to come and worship. They all dressed carefully in their very best clothes and came down the hills of glistening snow to the church. The steeple shone with the glisten of new-fallen snow and at the top the silver of the cross was beginning to shine where the warmth of the sun was causing the new snow to melt. The town had changed during the night. Not everyone could have gone to bed. Everywhere were beautifully decorated pines and cedars and on many lawns were large creches. The houses all twinkled with candles and lights and all the streets were paved with the sparkling diamonds of the Christmas Eve snow. Many people came to church in sleighs, all wrapped in buffalo robes and softly singing the carols they had sung the night before. The townspeople stopped outside the church and wished each other a very merry Christmas Day and then they quietly filed into the church. They prayed and thanked the Lord for the best Christmas any of them could remember. They had no gifts for each other that year. They had only the gift of love. And they understood that this was the best Christmas gift of all. God had given them back their engine which they loved. And because of this, they were now all giving their love to each other. It was the very merriest Christmas. The congregation stood up and sang, Joy to the world! The Lord is come: Let earth receive her King, Let every heart prepare Him room. And Heaven and nature sing. And outside, over by the station, they could all hear playing with them, the bells of their Engine number 25. M. O'BRlEN Night, Rises from the stillness of its rancid sheets, Still, Bearing the odour of its broken dreams, Mending Time with man and man with time, Bonding Life and death forever in the maze of Life. Straining wasted energies and lost Illusions Of happiness and freedom Lost, And lonely in the rising day, Hoping What hopes will never be for Man, Ever searching, ever searched by Himself In the lost paradise of Life. P. OSTIGUY 62 THE FOREIGN BOMB The highways are beginning to crawl with them, these small beetle powered autos. They skitter along with carefree burbles out of vest pocket engines. Listen to the stories circulating about them. A teacher drove one from Sydney to Ottawa on one eycdropper of low test gasg an electronics engineer in Manitoba drove up Mount Logan without turning on the ignitiong a Montreal housewife had hers follow her into a supermarket and push the cart for her! Now all this efficiency and economy is fine. But l drive one of those rear engine mechanisms and I would like to raise a small voice and say that all that is imported does not necessarily orbit. Where other owners join together in mutual admiration clubs, I live an automotive life of anxiety. Where other foreign cars relax at home, mine broods in the carport and schemes up nefarious ways to bedevil me. The truth is that I drive a foreign bomb that hates me. Now before a horde of starry-eyed foreign cars devotees drag me off to be drawn and quartered on a Detroit assembly line, let me say that my foreign equipage was among the first to reach these shores. I saw it in an Ottawa show- room, resplendent among its brothers. It was so inviting in its clean-flanked, uncluttered way that my cheque book leaped into my hand. From Ottawa to Malibu my new purchase was a sensation. At every stop crowds clustered around it with the open-mouthed wonder of African natives contemplating Lowell Thomas. The questions were endless. and so were my happy answers. I was high-bosomed with self-indignation when I returned to the car one day to find my polite six year old Steven, straight-facedly telling a little old lady from Pasadena that the automobile ran on German beer which came out of a reservoir in the tires. But the very day that the new car smell disappeared from its interior my foreign bomb exploded. In one hundred degree heat outside an Arizona desert town hysterically named I-Iope, it spewed forth all its oil. We ground to a halt. and as the heat rays danced on what looked like a bone-strewn landscape, we were faced with the realization that many blast-furnace miles lay between us and the closest expert on such foreign affairs. Guy, my oldest boy. held up the engine lid while David, Steven and I peered through the blue cloud rising from oil sizzling on the hot engine. It's okay, said Steven. Father will fix it. Three young faces turned confidently to me as 1 took out the factory hand book. The opening line welcomed me to the Happy Family of the Miracle Mechanisms. While sweat dripped, I finally found the paragraph. It told us that if the calamity should occur whereby the solder on the fins of the air cooler should melt because of excessive heat and the oil escape, it was possible to drive to the closest repair station by continuing to pour oil into the engine. Under these circumstances, the instructions went on to say, the speed must be in excess of thirteen kilometres per hour. Suddenly I knew why that imported service man back in Ottawa had pleaded with me to carry at least six quarts of oil before going on a long trip. In a few moments the first can was opened and poured into the gaping mouth of the engine. The starter whined and we were off. The heat flowed over us like a rotten blanket as we crawled to a service station at eight miles an hour. Other fond owners of these mechanisms may fume at me in scorn and disbelief. but they do not have to contend with the electronic brain hidden somewhere in the bomb. It devotes its time to figuring out new devilment, then computes the exact point of no return between stations before gleefully blowing a gasket, a bearing or whatever. And I have an Indian to prove it. 63 I met this blanket-shawled oracle at a one-pump station on the California- Oregon border. Her eyes on the glistening flanks of my imported wonder, she sidled up to me and whispered that for two dollars cash she would overcome the evil in which I was riding. I stubbornly kept the two dollars in my pocket. And sixty miles farther, lo and behold, my foreign bomb went clickety-click, deliberate- ly chewed up a main bearing and froze in the middle of a crowded hill. I finally found a lean, denim-trousered native who, after long negotiations involving taxicab rates, plus towing rates, plus time-and-a-half for Sunday, agreed to tow us back thirty odd miles to Medford. On the way back the driver looked up at his rear-view mirror reflecting my suspended foreign bomb trailing docilely along on its two rear wheels, and grinned. They sure ride along nice that way, them foreign cars. Betcher get good mileage between here'n Medford! By now the car had had three face lifts and four new engines, but nothing has altered his Fiet-Obolen campaign. Still when I see a standard Detroit model with a Help Stamp Out Foreign Cars sticker on the bumper, I know that I do not want them stamped out at all! These foreign imports have become Detroit's gad-fly, or conscience, or if you will, catalyst that has started designs to bring us shorter, lower horse-powered. safer, less gingerbreaded, more economical automobiles. Not only that. but I have found that my foreign car has put the adventure back into motoring. As I ooze into the imported bomb, take a deep anticipatory breath, engage gears and - with tiny engine breathing defiance at passing fish- tailed behemoths - let up on the clutch, I am not at all sure I'm going to get where I'm going without something breaking, snapping. grinding or shearing. I sit there, a derring-do tilt to my motoring cap, my ear attuned to the slightest change of the throb of that scheming mechanism, and I share those tensions once known to all drivers of the Pony Express, Conestoga Wagons and Ye Olde Stage Coach line between Santa Fe and Old Yuma. In the company of Columbus on the poop deck, and the Wright brothers on their muslin wings, and that Sputnik dog in her aluminum sheet. I drive keening into the wind, facing the high adventure of the unpredictable. P. CROAL 64 A BANKER'S REMINISCEN CES I once knew two men who were perfect opposites. It is rare that one comes across people of whom that may be said, usually there are, if one is to look closely enough into the matter, at least one or two points of coincidence of character, but in all the years during which I knew Larssen and Broughton, however, I never found a one. Larssen, I remember, was a tall, pale man, who looked as if he might have been somewhat frail as a boy, this is purely supposition on my part, however, as he was certainly bursting with health when I knew him. Every morning he went jogging past our house, wearing old clothes and a dedicated air. and returned some twenty minutes later, looking only slightly less enthused, and disappeared into the house across the street. In those days I usually shared a compartment on the train into town with them, and as we were neighbors, could chat. Mostly we discussed the politics of the day, Larssen was almost invariably well to the left of the current thought, John Broughton, on the other hand, was a Tory, although more, I fear, on principle than out of any real conviction. The only trouble with the Socialists, he once said, is that they are sincere. The great thing about the Government is that it is not. Give me the liar every time - he is predictable. I remember thinking this tremendously witty at the time, although, together with the arguments which accompanied it, it provoked an unnatural silence within our little group for the remainder of the journey. Although they were the best of friends, there were many of these little quarrelsg indeed they were an almost daily occurrence. I recall that nearly every evening on our way home John would ease himself into a seat and light a cigar, upon which he would puff with huge and obvious pleasure, ignoring both the notice forbidding the practice which was prominently featured in the decor of our compartment, and what he called Henry's 'plaintive bleating'. Eventually he would succumb, when it was more or less half finished, and would then grumble all the way home. It was upon one of these occasions that he began to ride Henry about his somewhat peculiar personal habits. Aside from his abstention from all the conventional vices, there was his almost incredible habit, which I have already mentioned, of going for runs in the morning. What the devil is the point of it all? he asked. I don't suppose that there's a little woman in Wellington St .... no, that's too much to hope for. He regretfully abandoned the idea. To keep fit, interposed Henry, when it became clear that the question was not wholly rhetorical. But you don't need to be fit, man! The only exercise that you ever take is your blasted running. Henry ignored this slight the quite invariably spent his holidays walking in the Penninesj and said, Yes, but I enjoy keeping fit, in the tone of voice that is commonly adopted when speaking to an overly curious child. I must confess that that was the first time I had ever seen John completely baffled. Oh, he said, and relapsed into a bemused silence. It was shortly thereafter that he died, quite suddenly - I never found out why. He was fifty-one. I was subsequently told that his last words were, somewhat unoriginally, God will forgive meg it is His trade. The next morning I was up early to make my breakfast, as my wife was away visiting an aunt, and I saw Henry passing, as usual - but I noticed that he was going at it a little harder than had been his wont. M. C. ROWLINSON 65 THE MEN DELIAN THEORY The ceremony completed, the heavy white mist began to rise off the plants and trees which gasped and stretched. The sun's deep warm rays heralding the long awaited news lit up the darkened land. All were relieved, as well they should be, each realizing that a new king had replaced the old. Young though he was, the boy who tramped across the dewy fields could feel the importance of the ceremony he had just performed. An invigorating new blood ran throughout him. It leaped over serpent fences. It petted delicate furry animals and tumbled down enormous hills covering each corpuscle with lovely white flowers whose names exploded in his mind every millisecond. This strange life force had him in an ecstatic embrace which grew tighter each moment as the blood ran on and on. Clover fields where beefy cattle had crushed the sickly stalks suddenly sprang to life tossing in every direction. They sensed his presence and just had to laugh. Not out of any malice but from some strong emotion deep within them. The cows he passed seemed to smile, receiving his friendship and humour with only a little less love than he had given them. That boy was no longer young and those experiences remained only as memories and dreams in the old man's head. Much more immediate was the sadness and desperation that had long since replaced that cavorting stream of blood. Now only cruel wrinkles and his frail costume remained to remind him of another age. The mask which was by now worn and old clung feebly to his secret outline. It too remembered a way of life about to disappear. When this old man died there would be none to don the tattered ensemble he had proudly worn. No one would be left to hide behind the funny face and form the smile which had to be wide and happy under the red bulbous nose. That he had no heir frightened the old man to the point where he at times wept for 'days and days. He worried that the ceremony might be concerned with only his death and not the continuation of a necessary human quality. To save this he had brought another young boy from a lonely village populated by plump women and anarchistic old men. These were people who understood him and would gladly give one of their own as payment to the happy clowns. He prayed the boy could successfully retain the legacy he was about to leave him. Trying to explain what had to be done he could only recall the distant words someone, somewhere, had once repeated to him. They in a way now controlled his thoughts and he wondered if this was part of the ritual as well. The knowledge that another force besides himself was now insuring his own immortality lifted his spirits and his eyes were dazzling even as the fog lowered itself down. You in all your innocence have been brought here to inherit a magnificent gem of life that without your help might well disappear. I am a clown. A purveyor of happiness and perpetrator of frivolous thought. The soul of man, I must seek to bring him into an unreal world, hypnotising his other traits and forming them into legions of court jesters. I insure the continuation and the survival of humanity. Without me the world disintegrates into rigidity and anathema. If you prefer, I garner the absurd vote which re-elects my candidates every time we run through their conscious minds. Do you realize what happens if I can no longer dissolve myself throughout the universe? You may not be able to comprehend such terms as these but consider all other life forms. I am the source of energy for all life. I am solar energy which transports all mankind into Nirvana. The tree's branches are my arms and the ocean's waves my tireless eyelids. Without the clown all things are static. The old man was once my channel into humanity but his body can no longer support his ageless mind. You have the obligation to take up where he has left off. You must wear the costume which reborn by your involvement will become fresh and perfect as it helps you to distribute me and me to immortalize you. The boy was bewildered by the words but could understand that this battered old man in the funny clothes was honouring him in some way. As the ancient clown peeled off his costume the boy knelt and put them on himself, each piece 66 forming to his body as if he had worn them for all eternity. The strange cloth sent chills up and down his back yet provided him with warmth against the cool fog which had completely surrounded him and the grand centurion. The ceremony completed, the heavy white mist began to rise off the plants and trees which gasped and stretched. The sun's deep warm rays heralding the long awaited news lit up the darkened land. All were relieved, as well they should be, each realizing that a new king has replaced the old. D. SIVERSKY THE SEA AND I How can I be alone Just my little boat And the sea My boat . . . the finest To have sailed these tides Yet still the sea Prefers to host fleets Of which I am but a cog, It is sad - Yet I love the sea, does she love me? PLEASE MEND MY DOOMED BOAT New found changes, Subtle words, Seeping liquids, drop by drop, My ship is sinking Sailing on its fated course. She is mended Yet the endless sea Quickly resumes its Endless task upon my Doomed Boat. I QALONE?J Many boats have sailed this sea of which I'm but the last, though proudly boasting that I'm sturdy Cthey're all in the pastj. M. WOOLLAM 67 PHOTOGRAPHERS OF THE WORLD, BEWARE! Photographers of the world, beware! I am about to impart to your admirers a pleasant surprise by dissolving an old myth which has been carefully kept in existence by technical writers and photo-magazine editors alike: the idea that the art of phototechnique',, or photography as it is commonly called, is difficult. This is definitely not true! Years ago, in the days of wet plates, large size cameras, slow lenses and slow emulsions, photography was a craft that demanded the highest technical skills and years of experience before one could expect to master it. But today, in our modern era of foolproof cameras, superfast lenses and films, simple developing processes and mechanized controls for every operation, photography has become so simple that anyone who has half a brain, not to mention a well packed wallet, can also produce good photographs. Most people who want to learn a trade or master a craft realize that before they can succeed, they must learn the basic technique of the craft. They also should realize that there is no better aid to this success than practical experience, and this practical experience is only the result of experimentation and hard work. For example, the first thing an apprentice cabinetmaker learns is how to use a saw and file, not only by watching the advanced cabinetmaker use these tools but also by taking these tools into his own hands and finding out for himself how they are used. To begin with, he learns how to make a straight cut with a saw, and how to round out an edge with a file. He doesn't immediately try to construct an entire cabinet or a table, but starts at the beginning. He leams through trial and error, and practises to gain experience without the intent of producing something he will want to sell. Not Lmtil he has acquired a considerable degree of skill will he ever be allowed to attempt to produce something that will be of real value. This is the sound and practical method by which any apprentice learns his trade. Yet the amateur photographer insists on producing perfect pictures right from the start. Having spent a lot of money on his equipment, he apparently expects to get the skill to handle his equipment as part of the deal. And strangely enough, to a certain degree, he is right. Modern photo equipment has been perfected to such a degree that quite a lot of skill has been built into a camera, and if a photographer follows the manufacturers instructions, he can never go far wrong. But only if he explores the limitations and possibilities of his camera and experiments will he be able to make the fullest possible use of his equipment. An ambitious photographer is constantly concerned with improving his work. He relies mainly on books and magazine articles on the subject, being guided by the more advanced photographers and writers. This is basically the same approach I took to the subject. Superficially, photography may appear to become more intricate each year, but actually the very opposite is true. All of the complicated gadgets - photo- electric meters, lens-coupled rangefinders, synchronized shutters, cameras with built in this and that are designed to make work much simpler by eliminating guess- work and by providing facts which he would have otherwise learned by trial and error. And just as one can operate a radio or television without knowledge of electronics, or drive a car without knowing the theory of the internal combustion engine, so anyone can use a modern camera without studying optics in university. SO, all of you budding photographers, get out there and get to work! JOE PI-IOTOGRAPHER 68 ON HOTELS Whether one knows absolutely everything about nothing or absolutely nothing about everything, one should be well aware of man's home away from home, the hotel. Be it elegant Ritz or humble Shady Rest this sanctuary of travellers has catered to every kind of adventure bug. ln fact in the latter example this has literally been the case. Since the days of the bible stories, journey goers have found shelter from the elements at innumerable variations of our customary lodging houses. The Christian faith owes its existence to the generosity of an innkeeper, while it is undisputed that Lenin could never have become so brilliant a communist had it not been for the sympathetic atmosphere of his favorite resort hotel in Switzer- land. The hotel, despite its importance, has indeed risen from modest beginnings. Possibly this phenomenon was the result of a harried son-in-law attempting to discourage his relatives' visits by charging them fare. A more logical explanation is based on an evolutionary theory. Travellers might, by chance, have stopped for water at a poor farmer's hut along the roadside. The farmer being in a jolly mood might have offered his guests spirits and food. lf these amenities were too generous he might then have asked them to stay the night in order to recuperate for the next day's long march. I am convinced that Shakespeare's Falstaff created many a country inn through similar encounters. It is hard to imagine how hotels of primitive eras could have been run efficiently without the use of today's modern conveniences. The fact that they survived the Fall of the Roman Empire, the Thirty Years War, and the Prohibition era is in itself a testimonial to both their perseverance and the importance of the role they have played throughout history. Credit cards were non-existent when barter was the order of the day. To pay for a room with a chicken or sack of flour would seem ludicrous with today's values but it was common practice when the distribution of currency was limited. Of course now that meat prices are so high in many cases, it might not be a bad idea to re-establish this forgotten custom. Many guests paid for their keep in labour such as washing dishes or chopping wood. This latter habit is still practised in countries where fuel in any form is at a premium. Once while travelling through Europe my companion and I were offered billeting at one of the most scenic spots in the Swiss Alps. We carefully considered the proposition despite the condition that we bring our own kindling. Our minds remained undecided up until the point when we found out that this wonderful view was actually on top of an alp and therefore much higher than we cared to climb, let alone carry wood up to. Room service is another luxury the ancient innkeeper could not provide, at least not in the way we know it. Prominent travellers payed for such extras, but funds were not so readily squandered by the average hapless guest. If he wanted room service he undertook it himself or went without. Everyone has seen during a visit to a museum the long bed-side cord with the silk tassle, so they must have been common enough. For centuries this simple device served as the transmitting half of antiquity's telephone system. Unfortunately the receiving end, hired help, never proved to be quite as efficient. In modern hotels a tired guest has only to dial a certain number to order late night delights or early morning breakfast in bed. Yet even technology has not found an innovation to replace the unreliable humans whose jobs are to fulfil the different requests. So much for the differences in operational technique. But have attitudes changed towards the hotel? Usually it is a mixed affair with people evaluating by means of experience. Such things as finding bedbugs in bed or fruit flies in fruit tend to swing favor away from the guilty establishment. Opinions are 69 also formed in another way, especially by those who have never even registered in the place they criticize. The wild American west with its rough and ready reputation relegated the inn to the upstairs of bawdy saloons. The majority of its customers were thus necessarily dancing girls and friends of dancing girls. Not having ever experienced the advantages of this type of hotel, people as usual thought the worst. To temper their fears the register and all its trappings was hastily invented. Las Vegas is the latter day Dodge City and many of the old habits have undoubtedly remained. With the casinos so active it was inevitable that the performance of paying in advance would also be invented. Despite these black sheep of the trade, hotels in general have managed to retain a good name. Discounting transients and urban Jezebels, our average traveller is more apt to stay at respectable inns. This brings us to the hallowed halls of world famous landmarks in the hotel trade. Le Fontainbleu, the Dorchester, Havana Hilton and sadly enough the now defunct Waldorf-Astoria are members of the select few. In every Michelin Guide, or Baedeker these noble giants are sure to be listed along with their four star ratings. They alone remain as reminders of past eras when the wishes of guests were never denied and the most whimsical request was dutifully carried out. Be it bubbling champagne or private orchestras, the management did its solemn best to please. Determined effort, along with this fine sense of duty, was the important factor in the success of such elegant establishments. No more fitting a memorial to these hotels could have been thought of than the invention of, North America's most popular family game. Monopoly. Here on a board of chance players pay homage to the great hotels that made Atlantic City the famous resort area that it is. After several times in jail with the threat of bankruptcy continually looming over you you begin to appreciate the responsibilities and problems hotel managers must face. Landing on the Boardwalk or North Carolina Boulevard and building your own hotel is an exhilarating experience surpassed only by the thrill of collecting two hundred dollars when passing GO! Characteristic of our modern times, these successes of the past become more and more liabilities as each Thanksgiving, Memorial Day and Christmas holiday passes by. In their place rise the inns of a real monopoly, the franchise system. From city to city, highway exit to highway exit, the chain operations spread out and lay new motels or hotels in the resting grounds of American wayfarers. To the tourist and travelling salesman alike this has proven to be a mixed blessing. In the past accommodations varied from hotel to hotel. Sometimes this was a welcome change, but more often than not it was an unexpected disappointment. With modern organizations such discrepancies are very rare. Each branch maintains the same standard of efficiency yet still retains the same owner in the store attitude of the traditional inn. More important, for a family's vacation, hotels now cater more and more to children. Obviously they realize that the money of parents is just as good as that of little old ladies and visiting musicians. This is a quick turn about from the time when young people were included on signs that read no dogs or cats ! In conclusion, if one can ever close a chapter on the hotel, I must add that my experience with them has always been most pleasant. Whether it be foggy England, sunny Florida, or windswept Prince Edward Island, I have relished the adventure of awakening in a clean. safe inn, away from all other cares and off the usual route we follow. D. SIVERSKY 70 STORM IN A COFFEE CUP The office was in a flurry. This couldn't be said to be unusual, but the flurry was not just the usual workday scramble. Everybody had a rather frightened face, and their eyes were almost glazed. Even the girls' pcrmanents seemed to be losing their curl. Worst of all, the Boss was enlarging his bald pate as he tore great handfuls of hair from his dense grey fringe. The cause of all this turmoil was a signature. Not one that was on some order of earth-shaking importance, but one that had to be on some such order. The Boss had lost his favorite pen. This was no ordinary pen. It fitted the hand that fed all the employees. It was plated with gold. It was engraved in silver with the Boss's name. And it had been lost somewhere on the ninth floor between 9:15 and 9:25 in the morning. Or so said its quite distraught owner. In the midst of this ocean of trepidation was an island of serenity, a veritable pillar of equanimity. Barnardinus was a sage already, and he was only 25. He knew that everything was all right now, and everything that wasn't would turn out perfectly in the end. Right now, he wanted his morning cup of coffee, and he was damned if he was going to get up and get it for himself. No, he was a wise man, and he was going to let some lucky girl get him his cup of coffee. Today's winner of the Barnardinus prize had just been going out the door when the hubbub started. Evidently she had forgotten her mission of mercy. because she could be seen every so often looking under a pile which had been investigated several times previously. Barnardinus was considering getting up and reminding her of her duty when he was tapped on the shoulder. Looking with great fury into his eyes was a very red-faced gentleman who bore a striking resemblance to the Boss. What do you think you're doing? roared the gentleman. Barnardinus realized that this man must be his boss, although he had never seen him looking quite that way before. Waiting for my coffee, he replied quietly. The Boss's repetition of this statement was almost deafening in its amaze- ment. Waiting for your coffee? Waiting for your coffee when I have lost that veritable Stradivarian of pens? How dare you?! Quite simple. I think better when I have had my coffee and am not forced to be upsetf' Think? What do you need to think for? Just look for my pen, man! I need to think of places where your pen probably is, rather than waste my time looking under reams of backlogged documents. Have you thought to look in your wastebasket? Look where? In my wastebasket? My God, who would dare to sweep my pen into the wastebasket? Nevertheless he ran full tilt into his office to look. Barnardinus thought it might be fun to get up and watch the fireworks when the Boss found his pen in this most unlikely of places. He got up and swaggered into the Boss's office. Unfortunately the face that met him was still unpleasantly red. No, of course the pen wasn't there. He'd have to think some more. Obviously it has fallen from your office window and is lying in a thousand pieces on the pavement below, unless it hit some poor soul on the head, in which case your pen would be rather bloody, but intact. That horrible livid colour left the Boss's face, only to be replaced by a perfectly ghastly white. His jaw dropped, revealing one very sparkling gold tooth. He turned around and sprang for the window and peered down, looking for remnants of a pen, or a dead man, on the ground below. He suddenly remember- ed that the windows were sealed shut. 71 The Boss really had no idea whether to become purple with rage at Barnardinus, who obviously knew that the windows could not be opened, or to sink back into his chair a normal colour thankful that the pen was not nine storeys below. So he stayed white as a sheet. Just at that moment, in popped one of the Boss's giddy secretaries, built like Raquel Welch and with the brains of a cow, clutching with all her diminutive might, something of a gold colour. Is this your pen? she carolled. She found it snatched from her hand, leaving a peacock blue wake. Let me see that! crowed the Boss, well after he had it in his grip. Barnardinus inquired as to which pile it was found under, for this was indeed the missing pen. It was, he was told, not found under a pile at all, but was lying right in the middle of the floor where the Boss had evidently dropped if from his pocket. Barnardinus returned to his seat. There was still no cup of coffee. So, very laboriously, he forced himself back out of his chair and sauntered over to the desk of today's winner to remind her of her duty. F. L. STODDARD MORE MORE MORE MORE Four great pies in the sky Held by four great birds With full beaks And four stomachs Rolling, Lazily, In the air, on high. Yet, I wonder why The four great pies Aren't stale, And dry, And fall Shattered. Rest with claws and talons Emptied of pie Ready to die. But they stick With ease, Because the ground crew Knew, And glued them in Many centuries ago. And a line, like putrid wine, Squirts forth, Says One free mind For the time it takes To find yours, And why try To buy the other real thoughts, For sale From the tree house Down the way. 72 Who knows why The dwarf Plays sad harp, weaves evil and sits in his tree-house crying? Do I? The truth, Says truth is law, And law is as good as truth. The hawk can talk With a beak of gold . . . Plate And filthy rich feathers So old their poison Drips On the people below Into century starved Eager lips Drawn wide At the point of a gun As the sun Is blinding their mole eyes In the disguise of a mask In the hot dummy light. The right to fight Is less equal Than the right to death, The everlasting rest Blest. And a rented sunday silly song Crented to hide the occasionl Blew good tidings Over the people And onto their unglazed dinner Of diet boredom And poverty. Cut the trees And flowers Sow many death seeds To suffocate is good as happy as dead. You are dead as happy? The best just smiled On the skin Of mother earth Left the guns and bombs And very suspicious toads With silver antennae. l 73 plates, P. HOPE SEASONS The leaves fell down like dying souls, And all the trees lay bare and bleakg They carpeted the browning grass, And crunched beneath the children's feet. Dark clouds scudded across the sky While cold, chill winds began to blow, The earth prepared for winter dress, A blanket of new fallen snow. Crocus, tulip and daffodil, The preview of a fresh, full spring. Green grass and new life everywhere, As birds began to nest and sing. As crops grew high and lush and ripe, The restless young crisscrossed the land, Through cities in the searing heat To lakes ringed 'round with hot, white sand. Not constant as the moon or sun, Each season has its own brief day, Just like man's life upon this earth, Its purpose served, it fades away. BEYOND THE MOON I dream of ships and foreign smells And misty seas with long gray swells, Of stormy nights and sunlit skies And lands unseen by other eyes, Of breakers on a restless shore With palm trees waving in the foreg Of Seagulls wheeling in the sky Where land and sea both meet the eye. And in my mind I know not where Or how we can in our despair, Find this land with its blue sky, A place for which we often cry, Where life is infinite and long And Sorrow plays not once her song. It echoes low from long dark halls And carries us with its soft call Into the race where fate is king, Who has no words of which to sing. So here we float in this bleak spot, This lifeless realm which God forgot. 74 S. JELENICK P. CROAL A FALL OF SNOW On blank washed out horizons: Cloudsg And rushing wind sings mournful Dancing-song To cavorting ring-around-the-rosy Running white-out plain. And, as slowly meeting place of earth and sky Grows near, Old and lonely trees Groan, creak aged bones And shake gnarled fists At grey uncaring sky. No children play now, And blindly staring snowmen Lose form, fade to distance And are gone As, like cats, Softly stepping harbingers of fate Grow to hordes And rule. Snow falls, Rushing hither, thither, Weeping softly for their fate, Laughing at tears' folly And dancing on, 'Round foolish unmov'd things And cow'ring men at fires. But now it slowsg And, though snow flakes had never s But rather to live forever, Still their rush is done And only a silent few remain To dance the dance of death. To-morrow, on sunny morn', I shall again go out And once more shall children playg Then of the snow there will remain But myriad corpses: Now stilled Who once chased men hence And sang the stirring wind-song Of marching hordes. Even their silence shall be marred By shouts eemed to reach the earth And upon the pale face of their beauty Men shall walk. 75 M. C. ROWLINSON K 1' 'llrY F'x -Q X. K ,vw-3p L , -9 . Q Y Y 1 -A ' ' ! , R 1 YV 9 4L,.-. QA 4 ,Q JUNIOR ASHBURIAN ASHBURY COLLEGE OTTAWN'A EDITOR OF THE JUNIOR ASHBURIAN -- D. JOSSELYN FACULTY ADVISER-D. L. POLK, Esq. Day Boy Monitors Boarder Monitors Eric Gall David Josselyn Jim Pilaar lan Rhodes John Biewald Paul Deepan Richard Harwood David Irving James Lay Merit Award Winners Lay I Martin Rhodes I House Captains Senior Dragons - I. Rhodes Junior Dragons -- Lamont Senior Goblins J. Biewald Junior Goblins - Dunlop Senior Hobbits D. Josselyn Junior Hobbits - Fonay Senior Wizards M. Tkachuk Junior Wizards - Cuhaci Top House-Point Winners I. Rhodes - 90 J. Pilaar - 63 P. Martin - 54 J. Lay - 82 P. Deepan - 58 N. Fonay - 53 J. Biewald - 70 K. MacDonald - 56 M. Puttick - 53 D. Josselyn - 67 D. Beedell - 54 R. Brown - 52 H Blackwood - 50 Boys Whose M.L.T.S. Standing Was 80W or Better - Excused Final Examinations 8A 8 7A 7 6A 5 Deepan Sellers III Abrahamsen Lavery Beedell Johnston VI Johnston Brown Fonay McIntosh Josselyn Puttick Maclaren I MacDonald Pilaar Rhodes Librarians Biewald Deepan Heaton MacDonald Baxter I Flynn I Josselyn Major Golden Boys 8A 7A 6A Deepan - 9X9 Brown - 9X9 Beedell - 9X9 Josselyn - 6X9 Puttick - SX9 Fonay - 9X9 MacDonald - 9X9 Welch - 616 Ingold - 6X9 Pilaar - 8X9 Lamont - 6X9 Rhodes - 9X9 7 Martin - 8!9 R' b - 6 9 Blaelotooa - 9X9 'g Y X Farquhar - 8X9 8 A Lavery - 8X9 6 Ambery - 7, 9 Clark - 7X9 Biewald -919 Dunlop - 7!9 Lay - 8X9 5 Faber - 8X9 Sellers II - 9f9 Fish -8X9 Habels - 2X3 Sellers Ill - 9 f9 Johnston - 9,f'9 Mahoney - 619 Walker - 6,'9 Mclnlosh - 9X9 Rhodes - 2X3 Woods - 8X9 Sourial - 6X9 78 ,al THE MONITORS Back Row: J. F. Biewald, J. G. Pilaar, G. C. Boucher, R. W. Harwood, D. Iosselyn, P. H. D. Deepan. Front Row: D. A. Irving, I. N. Rhodes, M. H. E. Sherwood, Esq., I. M. C. Lay, F. Gall. EDITORIAL As editor of the Ashburian, it is my duty to write the editorial. The problem of course is to decide what to write. I could write about the new buildings, the three fantastic days in New York, the usual devotion of the staff, or I could go back and recap the whole school year. But all of these topics are the usual stuff of editorials. I will write rather of the future, with only a nostalgic reference to the past. As a result of the new buildings next year the old atmosphere of the junior school will be lost. We juniors have been scrambling and pushing noisily for years through the dungeon corridor to chapel and to the dining room. Now juniors will be passing quietly along a new carpeted hallway. The teachers who used to sit and drink their tea in a cramped common room will now be relaxing in a palacial hide-away. Boys around the crowded lockers have bumped and thrown elbows into one another as they struggle into hockey gear, and interrupted classes as they changed for gym. Next year all will change. But I feel that these physical changes will all be for the best. As this is my last year at Ashbury I would like to say good-bye, the four years I have spent here have been the best of my short but happy life so far. I have been proud to say that I go to Ashbury. I am sad that I won't be here to see the new school in operation. but I hope that the changes will not affect the basic spirit of the junior school, but will just make the day to day life of the school a little more comfortable and efficient. DAVID .IOSSELYN 79 l i v 1 JUNIOR SCHOOL NOTES This year has seen the Junior School expand from six classes to seven. The span of grades continues to be five through eight but due to a steadily increasing number of applications we have added a second grade six. Our policy of streaming continues so that we now offer an enriched and a regular class in grade six through eight. The additional class necessitated another teacher, of course, so we can now boast our own Physical Education specialist. There has been a considerable amount of discussion as to why the demand for private education continues to increase in the face of the spiralling costs to provide this education. Part of the answer seems to be the fact that we are offering a real alternative to the public system. While the province de-emphasized competition and pressure in the schools, we continue to feel that these elements do have a real place at Ashbury. When showing prospective parents through the School, several minutes are spent in front of the Colour Board , explaining to these parents and their children that the boys' effort is assessed regularly and pressure is brought to bear to see that each boy works to the best of his ability rather than letting him progress at a speed of his own choosing. Certainly the excitement and enthusiasm in the School every third Thursday when the latest Colour Board results are posted would indicate to us that a certain amount of pressure and competition has a very legitimate and necessary place in education. Our house league athletic programme is as popular as ever with the boys and continues to expand. This year the programme has included competition in: soccer, cross-country running, volleyball, ice-hockey, floor-hockey, skiing, swim- ming, broomball, track 8a field and softball. No wonder when some of the boys are asked why they come to Ashbury they quickly reply for the sports ! From the boys' point of view, the highlight of the year for many is the annual Junior School Trip. This was initiated in 1967 with an excursion to Expo which was so successful that it prompted us to plan something the following year. The routine is now: New York City, Toronto, Washington and Quebec City on a four year cycle. Certainly travelling in a group of over a hundred makes it a great deal more economical than family travelling. More important though it is an educational experience and is another reason for the enthusiasm for Ashbury that is evident in the boys. M. H. E. SHERWOOD 80 HUMANE SOCIETY CONTEST Each year the Ottawa Humane Society conducts an Essay Contest through- out Ottawa, open to boys in Grades 5 to 8. By this means the good work of the Society is publicized. I'he title this year was Justice and Mercy for all Animals is the aim of Humane Societies. Ashbury winners were Andrew Johnston, Grant McIntosh, Stephen Welch, David Beedell, Julien Feldman, Vincent Rigby and Richard Sellers. Particular congratulations are due to Richard Sellers who came second in all grade 8 entries from the three schools in Rock- cliffe Park. HALLOWE'EN PARTY On Hallowe'en all the boarders were invited to the Babbitt's house. A very tasty dinner was provided, then all the little goblins, witches, and a few things that went bump in the night scattered across the village of Rockcliffe in search of goodies. Mr. Parks was the make-up artist and produced some quite frightening results. The group which haunted the village was considerably increased by many of our local day boys. We were pleased to have Mrs. Boyce, Mr. Humphreys and Mr. Tottenham at the party. I think they enjoyed themselves as much as the boys did. We thank the Ladies Guild for the many costumes which they provided, and special thanks to the Babbitts for making the evening possible. DAVID J OSSELYN PUBLIC SPEAKING 73 Seven people competed in this year's Public Speaking competition. Harry Blackwood from 7 talked about an exciting experience which had happened to him. Benedict Hall and John Lund were the representatives from 7A. Hall did a B.B.C. radio broadcast from the 4O's. Lund gave a talk on receiving advice from people concerning the topic to be chosen for a Public Speaking competition. David Josselyn and Keith MacDonald had been chosen to represent 8A in the competition. MacDonald made a speech on how to make a speech. Josselyn presented a satire on the Olympics and how they are to be financed in 1976. Brady Bidner and Richard Sellers were chosen in the 8 elimination to represent that form. Bidner talked about his favourite sport, skiing. Sellers told us about the origins of hockey and its present state. We are grateful for the judging of Rev. E. E. Green. He brought two boys from the Senior School to assist him, Iain Johnston, last year's junior winner, and Stephen Comis. The judges congratulated the speakers and declared John Lund the winner. Honourable mention was made of the runners up, David Josselyn and Benedict Hall. DAVID JOSSELYN 81 OMF f 4 i'2?'f ' . '?o R , ,f '11-:-:3.3.,LA'H - W 1 1 , 1 f ' WWW, it 4 . . '- X iii: ' . . , . 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I personally was too excited to eat breakfast before the trip, but this was easily compensated by a delicious dinner at Tad's on our arrival. Although very weary we still had enough energy for the usual rough and tumble with our friends in the hotel bedrooms that night. The poor teachers could not relax for they constantly had to come in to quieten us. After very few hours sleep, a good breakfast was had the next morning by all at Howard Johnson's. Then followed a tour of Chinatown, where most of us bought souvenirs for our families. The trip to Staten Island on board the Staten Island ferry brought back memories of many thriller movies we had seen. Once on the island we climbed the hundreds of steps to the top of the Statue of Liberty. At the end of our BIG DINNER we sang tunes from Noah's Ark for the Management of the restaurant, and some entrepreneur said that he would like to use us to advertise for him on T.V. After dinner we again toured Times Square and were allowed to brouse quite freely. Then gradually we all found our way back to the hotel to provide another rough night for the teachers. In the morning we packed and went to Howard Johnson's for breakfast. Then we walked to the Rockefeller Centre and saw a few exhibits. After that tour we walked to the highlight of the trip, the Empire State Building. We took three elevators and finally arrived at the top. It was such a breath-taking view. Then we bussed to the United Nations where we were given a tour. Everybody was allowed to buy stamps and souvenirs. After the tour Colonel Newlands, Canadian representative at the U.N., talked to us. Then we bussed to N.B.C. where we were given a look at how everything goes on behind the scenes. In the evening after a short snack we went to Radio City Music Hall where we saw a stage show and a movie. We then had another good dinner at Tad's, after which we boarded the busses at 11:00 p.m. We finally arrived back at Ashbury at 9.00 a.m. after going through a snow-storm and stopping for breakfast. The success of this trip is due in large measure to Mr. Sherwood's preparation and concern. We all thank him, and the rest of the staff for three good days. D. JOSSELYN 83 LIBRARY NOTES We started the year with 10 librarians from the Junior School. This provides two boys for each of the weekdays. One is the general librarian who is expected to keep the room tidy, and his partner is available to check books in and out and thopefullyl to keep people quiet. During the year two boys were dismissed because they lost interest. The staff librarian is Miss Belanger to whom all the junior librarians are responsible. I enjoyed my duties. DAVID JOSSELYN CANAL SKATE During winter weekends the boarders were often driven to the canal by Mr. Humphreys for pleasure skating. One clear and cold afternoon for games the whole Junior School took busses to the canal for skating and part of the programme was a class race which went to the end of the canal and back again. This year's winners were: Grade 5 - Mensforth IIQ Grade 6 - Lucianig Grade 7 - Farquhar Ilg Grade 8 - Robertson. Each winner was given a hockey stick. DAVID JOSSELYN THE POETRY READING CONTEST There is a surprising interest in this event and eliminations have to be held in each form in order to limit the number of contestants to 12. Two were chosen from each of the grades 6, 7 and 8. These were the finalists: Aliferis, Beedell, Bidner, Deepan, Faber, Flynn, Hall, Josselyn, Lund, Sourial, Tkachuk and Watson. This year's contest was probably the hardest one we have ever had. This was not because of standard or judging but because of the new building construc- tion. During the reading were big cranes scooping up earth, noisy drills blasting, and other distracting noises. We could have held the contest right in the middle of a busy shipyard and it couldn't have been noisier! Mr. Green congratulated the contestants not only for their reading, but for the courage required to stand alone facing a large audience - the full Junior School attended the contest. The unseen poem was Browning's Home Thoughts from the Sea. This year's winner was Josselyn. The runners-up were Beedell and Lund. DAVID JOSSELYN A TRIP TO FONTAINEBLEAU One sunny afternoon Mr. Polk, Mr. Beedell and Mr. Tottenham took Grades 8 and 7 to the National Gallery to see the exhibition Fontainebleau. We saw very interesting plans of the -architecture of the immense chateau, paintings of masters, sculpture and tapestries. We had a guide who explained interesting details ol the exhibits. Fontainebleau was a chateau built during the French renaissance during the reign of Francois ler. He invited Italian renaissance artists such as da Vinci to stay and work at the chateau. At one time the famous Mona Lisa was hung on the walls of the baths. Fontainebleau became an art school where young artists began their training and developed their talents. We were lucky that this exhibition was sent to Canada. I thought it was a magnificent display and enjoyed that afternoon very much. JACQUES MAJOR 84 HOUSE COMPETITION The momentum gathered by the Dragons last year was maintained again this year, as they easily outpointed all other houses. The real contest was between the Hobbits and Goblins in the struggle for second place. After a see-saw year of changing from second to third spot, the Hobbits bested the Goblins by the narrow margin of three points. Thus the final standings: First, Dragons with 1298 pointsg Second, Hobbits at 903, Third, Goblins at 900g and Fourth, the Wizards with 634 points, but with individual scorers who were always a threat. Indeed, this year was similar in most respects to the previous year. Con- gratulations to Mr. Flynn and his Golden Dragons, and congratulations to all those boys who worked so hard to support their buddies. It might be of interest to set out the lists of points available for 1972-73. These are somewhat flexible in order to allow extra credit where it is due, but every variation to the points as given below must be agreed to by Mr. Sherwood and the four House Masters. A quick look at these points will show how difficult it really is to join the proud group of boys whose names appear at the front of the Junior Ashburian as scoring 50 or more individual house points. Good for them! Here is a breakdown of House Points: A cadem ic Sports a. Test and Term averages a. School Team Member 905722 and over - 4 points First team - 4 points 80676 and over - 3 points Second team - 2 points 70072: and over - 2 points b. House Competition 606k and over - 1 point First - 30 points b. Colour Board Second - 20 points Gold - 2 points Third - 15 points Yellow - minus 1 point Fourth - 7 points Red - minus 2 points c. Saturday Detention - minus 1 point Special a. Merit Award - 8 points b. Monitors lst Term - 5 points 2nd Term - 3 points 3rd Term - 3 points c. Choir lst Term - 4 points 2nd Term - 4 points 3rd Term - 4 points d. Librarian lst Term - 3 points 2nd Term - 2 points 3rd 'Harm - 2 points e. fChess, Public Speaking, Poetry Reading, etc.J Finalist - 1 point Winner - 4 points Runners-up - 3 and 2 points THE ASHBURY-ELMWOOD DANCE This year's Ashbury-Elmwood dance party was a great success. Brady Bidner and his committee ran the dance very well. The party started with a broomball game after which we enjoyed a pizza and coke feast. The dancing itself was enlivened with games. This went on until 10:30. Everybody had enjoyed themselves. DAVID JOSSELYN 85 CHESS The 14th Annual Junior School Chest Tournament attracted great interest this year. 101 boys entered the competition, by far the largest number in the history of this tournament. It is interesting to note that the winner, Tim Wilson, was in Grade 6A, and further that he is the younger brother of Eric who was the champion last year. Here are the results. 8A Scott 't gifgsgr V Heaton Magnet 3 HCHIOH Milcponald V MacDonald Mlefms f MacDonald Muffal' . Rushforth Rushforth A Deepan LllIV3.k it Litvak giPlf?Ck , Litvak arris H - Gall l arm Ablack Lloyd i Pilaar Deepan Pilaar A Deepan Deepan J 1 P23252 Josselyn B Rhodes B fem Breen reen Abi k Hambleton ac Hambleton Johnston Fl Ablack Wm Ablack Ablack 8 Walker V Biewald ,V Walker Bd Boucher ' B.d I ner Bidner 1 ner ' Bidner M . , Ve!-hey 1 Verhey Wright f Wright , OMea.ra il -i Robertson ' S H 1 Bidner Sellers II A' C ers S H sonoro III T EH tt C cfs Ellicott li aw A souors rving , Ligthart it Ugfhaft ' L Mahoney ly L ay Lay ll HY 7A Clgiikgurin Cvgtlseciis Gmens Welch Welch Egger Kayser Gittens Abrahamsen Baxter Abrahamsen Abrahamsen P .k Puttick . umc B Puttick 'Own Pomok Morton Puttick Hall wright Hal' 86 7 Watson Walls 6A Baxter Martin Feldman McClenahan ' Viets Flynn Rigby I Maddocks Maclaren II Kadziora 6 Bystram Wilson Clark Farquhar Dunlop Lay Sourial Schoeler 5 Woods Chatta Romain Sutcliffe Hasl am Mclntosh Durazo Panneton 8A 8 7A 7 6A 6 Farquhar Walls Zimmerman? 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We consider this original story to be one of the finest school boy efforts we have ever come across.J 89 THE ASHBURY GHOST As you may know, Ashbury is getting a new wing built onto it. I have discovered that certain spirits are very upset at the new construction as it may interfere with their nightly wanderings. This is how I know. It was late one night when I heard a quiet but obvious voice muttering in a deep monotone, Cooommme - Come with me. I got out of bed and followed the voice down the hall to the steps, then down from the junior wing to the gym office. Floating in the air underneath the picture of Dr. Woollcombe was a fleshless hand which pointed down the stairs to the rifle range passage. As I walked down the steps towards the sports shop I heard a man's voice issuing equipment to some boys. But this was 11:30 at night! Then as I saw their shadowy figures I realized that these were Ashbury ghosts reenacting their days at school. As I walked down the hall toward the tunnel a black shape, like a rag torn from a sail in a storm swept over and enclosed me. For a terrifying moment I imagined I was in an old run-down graveyard for on the ground at my feet lay the half-rotted body of a soldier with two raisin like eyes staring up at me from out of the bloody skull. Out of its gaping jaw rolled deep hideous laughter. From behind me came a high-pitched shriek and I began to run until I again found myself in the hall. I leaned against the wall, terrified and shivering, until suddenly a ghostly finger floated past me and I heard the hollow voice again saying, Come! I followed the voice down the tunnel to the tuck shop. At the corner from the direction of the Prefect's Common Room I heard another scream, this one deeper and more masculine. I scrambled up the steps to the chapel seeking shelter behind the altar. As I burst through the chapel doors I glanced at my watch. Eleven-thirty, I said aloud. Wrong, laughed a voice from above me. Twelve -- the witching hour. Standing in the shattered remains of the large rose window above the chapel doors was the same half-rotted soldier I had seen earlier. Suddenly, without warning, the body bent forward and fell to the tiled floor spreading debris in every direction. I ran from the chapel down the stairs where I was confronted by another spirit who spoke in a mysteriously frightening voice. Unless you want these appearances to continue the plans for the new building must be altered - the destruction of the chapel must be stopped. The old chapel must be saved! I made up my mind. I went down past the school offices and slipped quietly into the Head's office and found the construction plans. I worked feverishly and frantically. I had to save the chapel. Finally I finished. I left the altered plans on the desk in the office. Then the spirit came to me again. My job was done and I was free. My night of ghostly apparitions was over. But will there be more if the building goes on as originally planned? We shall see! CAMPBELL KEITH 7 fEdit0r's note - Happily Campbell Keitlfs alterations of the blueprints were accepted and the school chapel will not be destr0yed.j 90 IF ONLY... Oh, not you again. l told you just last week why I can't. Look, l'm only in Grade 8 and it wouldn't look good if l played for the senior first team. It would embarrass the guys who are playing for you right now. Besides, l'm already on Mr. Sherwood's team and my week is full up with two practices for him and my '67 bantam practice the other three days. And at night? Oh yes. My nights are taken up with two bantam games a week, and I do have homework to do. As you know 1 don't follow the regular curriculum, but 1 do get assignments from teachers that most college freshmen wouldn't be able to handle. I don't really have any night time during the week. Are you sure? Look. I'll let you know if I can manage it, okay? You know, don't call us, we'll call you. Imagine Mr. Joyce wanting me for his team. l'm too good for any of Ashbury's opposition, so I would get bored anyway. Oh no! The bell already. Break sure goes fast when you waste it. l'd better go up and give Mr. Flynn that assignment on Grade 13 algebra and physics. I wonder if he'll understand it. I bet Grade 12 geometry is more his pace. Mr. Gall. Call me Eric, Mr. Sherwood. Okay, Eric. Here are more prospectuses from the universities. More?! Yes, I'm afraid so. There's one from the University of Rome, U.B.C. and here's another one from Oxford? Oxford! Just last week I told them to buzz off. Do me a favour? Sure, what is it? Burn them, all of themli' Sure, with pleasure. By the way do you have that essay on Shakespeare? Oh yes. The one with all my criticism of Shakespeare. Yes, right here, I said as I took it from my attache case and gave it to him. lt took me half an hour, but there it is, thirty pages. Great! See you later. Bye. ss n n us ss Just then a horde of Form 5 and 6 boys started mobbing me for my autograph. Will they ever stop? I asked myself. A group of monitors came and extracted me from them. I thanked them and started up the stairs. At that moment the bell started to ring, but as I passed the switch outside Mr. Sherwood's office no one was there. I turned off the switch but the bell still kept on ringing .... just then I woke up saying, If only, if only, if only . . ERIC GALL 8A DETENTION At my Saturday morning detention I did some things I'd rather not mention. Like walking and talking, And balking and chalking, When well out of Tottenham's eye! J. W. DOWNING 6A 91 A TIME OF SORROW fWoo Long Hai is a man living in Canada. He is a prosperous owner of a chain of Chinese restaurants. However, he can remember a time when sorrow entered his life, and never really left.j China 1943. Eight-year-old Woo Long is playing in front of his father's thatched hut. Although there is a big war going on he is certain that his village is safe. Some villagers weren't so sure and left - the others thought them cowards and laughed at them, but they soon were to know what fools they were. Suddenly Woo Long heard a sound he had never heard before - it seemed to tear the sky apart. Then he saw what looked like eleven birds coming from the neighbouring village which seemed to be on fire by the looks of the smoke. Then Woo Long saw the eleven glinting birds spread out over the village and each drop two or three eggs. One egg fell near Woo Long. The ensuing explosion knocked him over. When he got up he extracted pieces of a hard thing - harder yet more bendable than wood - like the stuff that his cutlass was made of. He looked around - there was noise and fire everywhere - flames licked at the dry grass of his hut. From inside he could hear screams. Woo Long waited no longer - he ran into the hut but the flames pushed him back - he fled out of the hut with his lungs full of smoke and his skin badly scorched. He then started to curse the enemy that had killed his mother and probably his father. He then started to walk dejectedly along the road - too shocked to cry or run -- all he could do was walk along the road. That night as he lay down in the grass by the side of the road, his father came running along - behind him came four other men carrying evil looking sticks. They pointed the sticks at his father, flame and smoke issued from holes in the ends of the sticks and noise filled the air. His father fell and rolled over. The four men turned away and started singing as they walked back down the road. When they had disappeared, Woo Long came out of his hiding place and ran to his father. Blood poured from his back and his head - he was dead. Woo Long stayed long by his father, then got up and started walking back to the village. Suddenly something tight was put over his mouth and his hands were tied to his feet. He was loaded into a strange looking cart that had no horses. The cart started off with a roar down the road. When the cart stopped, Woo Long was untied and led into a hut that was surrounded by a fence. Many people were in the hut and they looked very sick. Canada 1958. Woo Long Hai had been out of that death hut for thirteen years. He was now twenty-three. He has learned what cars, metal, guns etc. are - he is educated and literate. Fortunately, he has no scars from his beatings in the prison camp. There is only one scar in his mind - his parents are dead. He misses them very much. He cannot feel sorrow now because he feels he has undergone all the sorrow in the world. Canada 1972. Woo Long Hai is now rich and prosperous. He has no problems and is very happy. He still cannot feel sorrow - since utmost sorrow has been experienced. He is past his time of sorrow. P. DEEPAN 8A 92 AVALAN CHE! The snow was packed, the icicles heavy And there I saw poor Michael Levy. Poor Mike was stuck in the snow so fast, That I hardly saw him as I went past. I pulled and pulled, but he just stuck. And then came an avalanche - my luck! An avalanche and a kid that stuck. I had no choice. I had to duck! The avalanche came tumbling down. I knew we'd never get to town. Mike was sinking in the snow. Our only hope was to call Joel My Walkie-talkie I could not have reached. Then the lights went out and things looked bleached. When I woke up the snow was thick. I could not move, I could not kick. Mike woke up a second later. He'd dreamed about an alligator. Then I heard a tramping sound. It wasn't snow, it wasn't ground. Closer and closer all the time. Then it stepped right on my spine. I screamed and screamed and screamed with pain, But I screamed and screamed and screamed in vain. For Mike was paralyzed with fright. He thought some 'gator was going to bite. Well, nothing bit, but something biffed, And something dug and something sniffed. And finally got right through my heap, And I saw a Rocky Mountain Sheep. We rode for hours on the sheep's broad back, And he seemed to know just the right track. We started to cry, and then to repent, And then I saw my good friend Kent. I asked him if he'd go ahead, And get my mother out of bed. That night I gave a perfect party And everyone who went was hearty. Mike and I became good friends, And this is where my poem ends. 93 GEOFF REY WILSON 7A STUCK Jud Barton had just finished his lunch, and now it was the cat's turn. He opened a can of Pamper and put it out in a red plastic dish. Then he walked over and opened the screen door to look for the cat. Here, Kitty, Kitty! He called and whistled over and over again, but to no avail. Where is that dumb cat? Come on, silly animal, or you don't get any lunch! he yelled angrily. Meow! came the answcr. Jud looked in all directions for the cat. Meow! came the voice again. Then Jud looked up into the apple tree. Two big yellow eyes stared back at him. Oh, you stupid feline! Now l'll have to get the ladder. You stay there! Jud returned carrying the ladder, which he set against the tree. He climbed to the top of the ladder, and swung himself over a branch. He climbed towards the top, only to meet the cat on his way down. Oh darn! said Jud. Exasperated, he started climbing down. Unfortunately, he found that there was something holding him back. Meanwhile the cat sat at the bottom of the tree staring up at him. Just then the dog next door got wind of the proceedings, and came over to investigate. Suddenly the cat was on Jud's shoulder, spitting, and the dog was standing on the fallen ladder, barking. Jud yelled at them both. The dog went home, and the cat curled on a branch and looked bored. Now to find out why he was stuck. His pants were stuck on a branch. Since he couldn't move either, way, he took them off. They fell from his hand. This is the last straw! he said, I give up! He settled down in the tree, waiting to be rescued. Two hours later, he was aroused by the sound of a car door slamming. At last! His mother was home. He called to her, and she came over. Why, Jud, what are you doing up in the tree without any trousers? It was a difficult question to answer. JOHN LUND 7A SPRING Spring has come to decorate the fields, Here, where not so very long ago I skied briskly over newly fallen snow. And now my feet trot lightly through the flowers. The birds that were so quiet Now pick up the merry tune of spring. F. FABER 6 WINTER The winter comes on soft white feet. It comes with snow, it comes with sleet. It makes you curl up by the fire, To warm your feet to your heart's desire. But nature has its clever ways To help the animals in these days. The bear lies down to hibernate, With dreams of spring and of his mate. F. FABER 6 94 THE FIRST CHRISTMAS My name is Reuben. I was awakened last night by a commotion across the street at the Inn. Sometimes things do get a bit noisy over there. I looked out my window and saw the innkeeper arguing with a couple. It looked as though the wife was about to have a child. Then three strangers came from afar and knocked on the door of the inn. They asked if a couple had recently arrived seeking for a.room. The innkeeper said, No, sorry, m'lords, they left - for the stable, l imagine, pointing to the rear of the inn. Thank you, kind sir, answered one of the men. By this time I had crept out of the house to hear what was going on. I caught up to them as they started for the stable, and asked if I could be of help as they looked so tired. Well, we are weary, said a dark-faced, bearded gentleman, turning around to see who was speaking to him. What is your name, son? he asked. I am Reuben - Reuben, son of Abraham, the pastry maker. I, said the dark-faced man, am Balthazar, one of the three wise men who have come to witness the birth of a King, and bring gifts unto him. Mine is that of myrrhf' I, said a light-haired, unbearded young man, am Gaspar, and I have brought frankincense unto the King. I, said the last, am Melchior. As I am old, I have brought my most precious of gifts - gold. I will look after your gifts if you wish, kind sirs, whilst you arrange for the camels to be tied and fed. So they went forth, and they were pleased by the sight of the child, wrapped in swaddling clothes, and lying in a manger. I brought the parcels and each wise man gave his gift unto the child. Joseph and Mary, the parents, stood by and were very happy. So was I, for some strange reason. But I could not understand why such nobles would bring such gifts to a child in a rundown manger. R. BROWN 7A SHANDY With massive head and body strong, In easy strides she lopes along. Her eyes are quick, she's always smiling, Which all the children find beguiling. When I have to leave she's very sad, But when I come home she's always gladg And shows me in her special way . That she's been lonely all the day. MENSFORTH I 6A POLLUTION Alas, there is no easy solution For the problem which we call pollution. In places where it should be clean, Litter and garbage can be seen. And it really should astound us To have this nightmare all around us. How we'd like to retum to the days When the horse had taken the engine's place. F. FABER 6 95 FANTASTIC VOYAGE I began on the ground where I was formed into water vapour and rose into a cloud. I kept going up and down in some forms of clouds when suddenly, instead of falling on a leaf or blade of grass, and then going back up into a cloud, I fell into a lake! What a splash! What a sensation! This event started a whole new life for me. I found a home, eventually a permanent one. At first it all seemed like a dream but it was real enough. I spent several days in the lake and then I was sucked up into a pipe and passed through miles and miles of piping. Finally I came out at a purifying plant where I was put through test after test with my fellow raindrops. Then I was placed into an eye dropper with five other water drops. I, however, was the one selected to be put into a type of testing fluid. It was reddish, and since I was clear I rather expected that I would .mix and come out pink. Since I did not mix too well I was taken out and put back with my fellow water drops. Again I found myself passing through pipe after pipe until I finally came out of a dripping tap. I went down the sink, through the drain, to the sewer and into the ocean. For weeks I was blown through the water until I found myself in the Gulf Stream. The heat from the stream turned me into water vapour and I rose into the air then was blown over Washington, D.C. The winds carried me past New York and across the border to Canada. Since crossing the border I had changed into ice crystals because of the cold air I had met. I was very heavy, already freezing. This was a new ex- perience for me - from water to snow! What was happening? What was I supposed to do? I began to fall toward the ground, but a gust of wind swept me onto a balcony in an apartment building in Ottawa. I was scooped up by a boy who had just come out for a handful of fresh snow. I found myself headed down to his stomach. Here I have found my home and have stayed for years and years. This is the history of how fantastic some voyages can be. PETER CHATTA 5 WAR On this fertile land There used to be sand. But now there is mud, And plenty of blood. T. LAMONT 6A 96 QW A 1,. O O ' . 4'1 s J.- ' . ' B ix,,1. - Q I-.,f3'v 'T,Q4 W .4 I r -o K - fi xr 'N ' .. -. 'su ' , k '71--I ' : ' 4 Ni- 5 :fit 111- 12 funior clzool Sports SECOND SOCCER Back Row: M. J. Flynn, J. G. Luciani, P. Rushforth, A. J. Heaton, D. M. Segall, D. L. Ablack, P. D. Deepan, R. I. A. Schoeler, K. B. Parks, Esq. Front Row: J. S. Harris, D. M. Walls, D. C. Beedell, T. S. Lamont, S. Gittens, L. A. Dunlop, T. E. Wilson, D. H. Breen. THE SECOND SOCCER Our first game was against Mr. Sherwood's team and ended in a surprising tie of 2-2. Ablack scored the first goal of the season. Game two against Sedbergh resulted in an easy win of 3 to nil, Beedell, Dunlop and Gittens doing the scoring. Perhaps we became a bit overconfident for we only just managed a tie with Manotick Public School, 1-1. After Mr. Parks gave us a talking to, we humiliated Sedbergh 5-1. Then came Manotick again. This time we played at home and won 3-1, Dunlop scoring two of our goals. On our second en- counter with Mr. Sherwood's lst Team we lost 2-1, but our spirits were raised when we beat Lakefield by the same score, 2-l. Unfortunately we lost our last two games. Rockcliffe, our old-time rivals, finally got together a team that beat us. The score was 2-O. Finally we played L.C.C. in Montreal. Again we lost 2-O, although we had some good chances in the second half. All in all. quite a good year. Together we had WINS TIES LOSSES 4 2 3 PAUL DEEPAN 98 Back Row: Front Row: Coach: JUNIOR SOCCER M. W. Tkachuk. J. G. Pilaar. M. Pearson, T. B. Murray. B. Bidner, D. Josselyn. I. N. Rhodes. M. W. 0'Meara. S. Biesegger. R. T. Ligthart. J. M. C. Lay. T. G. Farquhar, H. A. Blackwood. M. K. Litvak. A. E. Mierins. J. C. Jacob. M. H. E. Sherwood, Esq. Back Row: Front Row: Coach: THE RUNNING TEAM C. Boucher. A. E. Mierins, R. Sellers. V. C. Rigby. F. A. Durazo. G.. R. J. G. Feldman, T. G. Farquhar. L. A. Dunlop. J. C. Jacob. R. J. A. Schoeler. K. B. Parks. Esq. 99 CROSS COUNTRY During the course of the first term the Ashbury College Cross Country Running Team competed against the Philemon Wright runners. Our team was made up of those boys whose times had been good in running our own cross country course. Mr. Sherwood and Mr. Parks came with the team and helped organize all the competitors. Everybody on both teams ran with great exhilaration and determination. Mr. Sherwood and Mr. Parks egged all the Ashburian runners on at the last stretch of the race. Claude Boucher was the best runner for Ashbury, coming in third place out of about 30 or 40. Unfortunately Ashbury lost its only fall cross-country meet, but I am sure that everyone gave it a great tly. RICHARD SELLERS JUNIOR VOLLEYBALL Back Row: K. B. Parks, Esq., T. G. Farquhar, M. C. B. Pearson, J. D. Ambery, M. D. Magner, C. G. Boucher, H. A. Blackwood, G. W. Babbitt, Esq. Front Row: I. N. Rhodes, D. Iosselyn, J. M. C. Lay, R. T. Ligthart, J. C. Jacob, A. E. Mierins. VOLLEYBALL Our volleyball team made up in enthusiasm and potential ability for what turned -out to be a brief and not very glorious season. After only one or two short practice sessions we headed confidently to the Rockcliffe Air Base where a tournament of the local public schools was to be held. We got through the first round tbecause we were given a byel but were defeated in our opening match. Team members thanked the coach, Mr. Babbitt, and assured him that they would make a better showing if more time was given to this sport. DAVID JOSSELYN 100 JUNIOR HOCKEY Back Row: M. H. E. Sherwood, Esq., H. A. Blackwood, T. B. Murray, C. G. Boucher, I. D. Scott, D. A. Irving, S. G. Bissegger, I. G. Pilaar, M. C. B. Pearson. Front Row: R. T. Ligthart, J. M. C. Lay, I. F. Biewald, R. S. Robertson, T. G. Farquhar, I. N. Rhodes, F. Gall. Kneeling: G. J. Luciani. FIRST HOCKEY TEAM The First Team had quite a good season this year. We had many enjoyable games, even though there was one which we would rather forget. We had a great time in Amherst, and were hosts to a school we've never played against before, Appleby. We also participated in the finals of the Public School Championships and came second. All together we played 14 games and won 7, lost 5, and tied 2. Here are the readings: Sedbergh won 1-0 Amherst won 2-0 Amherst lost 4-5 Sedbergh won 2-1 St. Georges tied 3-3 Bishops won 3-2 Selwyn House won 5-1 Note: When we played Henry Munro we year olds.J 101 L. C. C. lost 0-1 St. Georges tied 1-1 L.C.C. lost 1-3 Blackburn W0r1 5-4 Henry Munro lost 0-17 Appleby won 6-4 Appleby lost 1-4 played their Bantam Team C15-17 MICHAEL PEARSON JUNIOR B HOCKEY Back Row: P. C. B. Martin, L. A. Dunlop, C. D. Rhodes, D. A. Farquhar, N. L. Fonay, K. P. Parks, Esq. Middle Row: B. F. Johnston, T. W. Mensforth, D. Josselyn, P. F. Rushforth, M. D. Magner, H. A. V. Cuhaci, D. H. Breen, I. D. M. Fish. Front Row: M. K. Litvak, R. A. Schoeler, D. C. Beedell, D. M. Segall, C. I. Lay, G. J. Luciani, T. S. Lamont. Absent: I. F. Wilson. THE AMHERST TRIP Back Row: P. C. B. Martin, L. A. Dunlop, T. W. Mensforth, C. I. Lay, N. L. Fonay, D. A. Farquhar, K. B. Parks, Esq. Front Row: T. T. Mensforth, I. D. M. Fish, D. C. Beedell, G. J. Luciani, H. A. V. Cuhaci, B. F. Johnston, T. S. Lamont. 102 SECOND HOCKEY TEAMS A hockey team was formed of enthusiastic skaters who were not quite good enough or perhaps ta little too young to play for our first team. Two games were arranged for the seconds both against Sedbergh, and happily we were able to win both of these contests, the away game by a score of 5-0 and the home game 8-2. Another hockey team was made up of boys from grades 5 and 6. This team also played two matches, both against Manor Park. The teams were evenly matched and we were fortunate to win the first game 2-1 and to hold onto a tie 1-1 in the second game. DAVID JOSSELYN SENIOR BROOMBALL Front Row: I. N. Rhodes, D. A. Irving, J. M. C. Lay, R. S. Robertson, T. G. Farquhar, C. G. Boucher, M. C. B. Pearson. Back Row: K. B. Parks, Esq., A. E. Mierins, D. H. Breen, R. T. Ligthart, I. D. Scott, W. E. Johnston, B. Bidner, J. F. Biewald. 103 'G .. V .YA -. Qv S' I I - 'L V JUNIOR BROOMBALL Back Row: L. A. Dunlop, R. I. A. Schoeler, B. F. Johnston. Middle Row: K. B. Parks, Esq., T. S. Lamont, H. A. V. Cuhaci, D. M. Segall, B. C. Flynn, C. D. Rhodes. Front Row: D. A. Farquhar, N. L. Fonay, D. C. Beedell, P. C. B. Martin, T. E. Wilson, V. C. Rigby. .f JUNIOR SOFTBALL Back Row: M. H. E. Sherwood, Esq., M. W. Tkachuk, I. D. Wright, R. G. Smith, M. W. O'Meara, I. D. Kayser, J. S. Harris. Front Row: J. M. C. Lay, D. Josselyn, R. T. Ligthart, Capt., T. G. Farquhar, I. N. Rhodes, M. C. B. Pearson. Absent: H. A. Blackwood. 104 FIRST BASEBALL This year we had quite a good baseball team. We had only one complete upset, this was in a match against L.C.C. Luckily we made up for this by beating them in the return game. We played Henry Munro twice and also split this series. Our best in-fielder was Ted lGolden Glovel Ligthart. the short stop, and our best out-fielder was Tim Farquhar who. luckily tor us, didn't know the meaning of a mis-judged fly ball. One of our most satisfying wins was against the teachers, 8-7. The best player of that game was Non-hitting Cas the teachers called himl Smith. Slugger Smithy crashed one home run and a double giving us the winning run. JUNIOR B SOFTBALL Back Row: T. C. Tottenham, Esq., T. S. Lamont, L. A. Dunlop, B. C. Flynn, D. M. Segall, D. A. Farquhar, R. A. Schoeler, M. M. Sourial. Front Row: J. G. Luciani, I. D. M. Fish, H. A. V. Cuhaci, D. C. Beedell, I. F. Wilson, C. D. Rhodes. Absent: v. C. Rigby. 105 SPORTS DAY As in past years a day was taken during examination week to hold our annual track and field championships. The weather was perfect and a most successful Sports Day resulted. This is a day of full junior school participation including the staff and parents Calthough too few parents turned out to watchl. Here are the results Event Midget 100 Metre Wilson VI Lamont Dunlop 200 Metre Wilson VI Beedell Rigby 400 Metre 800 Metre The Mile High Jump Baxter I Farquhar III Borthwick Long Jump Beedell Dunlop Maclaren II Discus Maddocks Wilson VII Mensforth I Ball Throw Puttick II Rigby Dunlop Shot Put Puttick II Beedell Maclaren II 800 Relay 1600 Relay Individual group winners were: Midget - Beedell Junior - Junior Biewald Gittens Breen Biewald Gittens Kayser Mierins Wright II Schoeler Mierins Wright J acob Biewald Magner Abrahamsen Biewald Gittens Abrahamsen Mierins Josselyn Blackwood Ligthart Luciani Kayser Walls Ligthart Magner Dragons Goblins Hobbits Goblins Dragons Wizards Biewald 106 Senior Smith Scott Farquhar II Scott Robertson Hall Irving Pearson Wright I Smith Irving Pearson Wright II Mierins Jacob Robertson Tkachuk Scott Scott Robertson Pe arson Pearson Murray I Gall Smith Farquhar II Lay I Smith Johnston IV Boomkamp Goblins Hobbits Dragons Goblins Hobbits Dragons Senior - Smith Form Notes .1 ,. My 'Y Qs rf. .g ,D Xisri' 116 ,Hall T572 .Spf gji - :wr If ZZ . li w . 'iv ' .' '11 ' i I ' V.. 1-. GRADE 8 . Jeff Ambery. He is very popular among the class. He can be very funny. He is nuts over beer and girls. He's known as cranberry and likes to occupy himself with mischief. While not doing this he is building things or driving the heck out of his minibike. In all, he had a good year. James Lay Brady Bidner. I had a pretty good year with guys like Smith and Ambery in the class. My best friend is Ian Walker. He is a funny guy and his mother makes great home-made bread. This might be my last year here. John Biewald. John, known as Granny Goodey-Shoes has been at Ashbury for two years. He has accomplished two things this year, one being a monitor. John wears his Monitor pin with pride. The second thing was winning the gym trophy for doing the best floor routines. John can be serious and gets good marks, although he missed his M.L.T.S. John is also known to be a ski freak, and I consider him to be my friend. Claude Boucher Claude Boucher. Boucher was a great guy. He really knew how to have fun and get in trouble. He was great in hockey and one of the strongest guys in the school, and always roughing me up. I guess he had a good year but didn't have that much fun. John Biewald Fred Ellacott. I think this year was my best year at Ashbury. I had a lot of fun. This is my last year at Ashbury. Richard Harwood. This has been my third year at Ashbury College. I was made a Monitor this year. My best friends are Boucher and Ambery. David Irving. I've been at Ashbury two years. I think this year was the worse of the two. I was one of the first boys to get my monitors pin. and then I was suspended for petulia oil, sneezing powder, poor behaviour and a few other things that I won't mention. I also had a poor average and didn't get many golds on the colour board. However I was happy with the sports. I was on a great soccer team, and on the first line of the hockey team. I came 8th in the 25 mile cross country race that was held at Ashbury against 6 other Ottawa schools. I have many good friends and am looking forward to next year in the senior school. 107 James Lay. He had a good reputation around the class. But because he's a monitor, as soon as he steps out of the classroom it's Yes, sir. No, sir. Anything you say, sir. And when the teacher turns around he gives him le doigt. In all I think he had a good year. Jeff Ambery Ted Ligthart. My year at Ashbury was much better than earlier ones. We had more choices. All the teachers were very nice to us. Tim Mahoney. My best friend is Ian Wright, and I have done very well in school this year. I get up late and go to bed late. My friends call me Mal- honnete, and I am quite the guy. I play the drums, too. I-hate math and French very much. I eat 25 dollars worth of tuck every night and my girl hunting is improving quite rapidly. Jacques Major. This year Jacques started well, but there was a big drop. He liked the dances a lot. He has a lot of friends like Boucher, Ambery, Irving, Harwood and Scott. He likes Ashbury. Michael 0'Meara. This has been a fair year. I was on the First Soccer and Softball teams. Mr. Flynn is our home room teacher and is leaving in the summer. He was a fine teacher. I have several friends here. This might be my last year at Ashbury, but I loved my four years here. My favourite teachers and sports are Mr. Flynn, Mr. Sherwood and Mr. Humphreys, soccer, softball and hockey. Scott Robertson. I liked this year at Ashbury, mainly because of the sports and the trips the teams went on. My favourite sports were hockey and soccer. Philip Sellers. This year at Ashbury was my best. This is my second year here and I plan to return next year. My average was 79.49, so I missed my M.L.T.S., but the year before it was 72.4. Richard Sellers. Having been a freshman at Ashbury the last school year, I found it quite a new experience. I found I learned more and enjoyed the classes to a much greater extent at Ashbury. I was quite content with my marks at the end of the year as I acquired an M.L.T.S. Robert Smith. I have had a successful year. Even though I fool around a little I study hard for the tests. My best sport is track and field. Next year I am going to Trinidad. Michael Tkachuk. This is my 5th year at Ashbury. I have had a successful year. This year went very smoothly and the New York trip was one of the highlights. My favourite sports are soccer and baseball. i 6 nt' fl f.'i.' Y' 3.1.2-?:.9u 9 ', ' ff 53. puff. .. 1 'if-:'kMff.xij I X' ,x .. ' . Ng, 'tr-Q t -f . ,.' 3. 7 : e., 2,1 Nur.. . 4 '- -. .'-- - 3 ', ' - .fl,' :--QZW. xy-:KI ix' . - 1' . -f - V. - -I.-sv , 'ky .. 9 ,.., - ..-1 . . 1. . . .- ' ' ' 'I ' - . 9.-I Wh - . ia-in! ' - 9.3 108 David Van Leeuwen. This is my second year at Ashbury, and was a much better one than the first. My best teacher is Mr. Flynn, and I like all my subjects a lot. My best friends are O'Meara, both Sellers and Ellacott. I'm not returning next year. Matthew Van Leeuwen. I am sometimes called Boomer. My friends are Smithy, the Sellers boys and Wright. My favourite teacher is Mr. Flynn. Shawn Verhey. I have had a good year and I like the teachers. I think that Mr. Polk is a very good teacher. He is very nice in his own way. He is very mild and he can get a class through with hardly any trouble. Ian Walker. I like this school in some ways, but I don't like it in others. This has been one of my better years of all the years I have been at the school. My favourite teacher is Mr. Flynn. Ian Wright. My best friends are Tim Mahoney, Dave Irving and Ian Scott. I play the guitar and drums very well. I like all sports. I like to fool around a lot but most of all I like being myself, a spaz . I also like girls. QV .mx 11 ff - , 'iii GRADE 7A Jay Abrahamsen. This is his second year at Ashbury, and he sometimes doesn't get good marks, but he still got an M.L.T.S. He thinks Ashbury is a nice place. He likes all the teachers and all the sports. He almost always has a smile and he loves the Vikings and DENMARK. Brian Baxter. He likes Ashbury although he hates work. He is very good at gymnastics and O.K. at other sports. He is pretty smart, pretty handsome, likes girls, and his favourite teachers are all of them. His best subjects are geography, oral French and gym. He likes the food at Ashbury and is kind to all animals except humans. Ross Brown. This is his first year at Ashbury and it was very successful. He got one of the three M.L.T.S.'s in the class, the others going to Abrahamsen and Puttick. He brought his lunch to school this year on the recommendation of other students. His favourite teachers are Mr. Polk and Mr. Sherwood. His best friends are Lund and Wilson and Welch and Mierins. Simon Gittens. He likes sports and girls and his hobby is fishing. He likes Ashbury and all of the teachers. He has many friends here and likes most of the kids. He is fairly strong. Benedict Hall. Some people think that he wants to take over the world, while others think he is a Nazi, or that his name is Benito Capone and that his grandfather was Al Capone and that he is in the Mafia. Every teacher has a different name for him. Mr. Babbitt calls him Benjamin, Mr. Humphreys calls him Dominic, while Mr. Sherwood calls him Clyde from the film Bonnie and Clyde. He has liked Ashbury but is not returning next year because he is going to France, however General De Gaulle is not his grandfather. 109 Ian Kayser. He is a fairly strong person. He likes fish. His hobby is building airplanes. He can be very mischievous. He is handsome and likes girls. He is a good sport and an average chess player. He likes most people and doesn't hate anyone. He is a very lazy person. John Lund. He is a fairly good essay writer and tries to get good marks. He enjoys constructiveness, i.e. building airplanes, acting, Meccano, etc. He is a pretty good chess player and gets along with other people fwell, almost alwaysj. He wishes to be an actor, brain surgeon, pilot, hockey goalie, millionaire, etc. He is going to work harder in 8A. Malcolm MacLaurin. I know for a fact that he is a handsome, mischievous boy. He likes everyone in his class except for a few who shall remain nameless. He has a great average fexcept for a few subjectsj. David Meyers. He is an average student and likes most of the sports, and he likes history. He thinks everything about the gym programme is good except Mr. Parks. His favourite country is Norway. Iain Morton. He's your average run-of-the-mill character. He is quite intelligent and likes girls. He is very destructive. I must hurry because I'm writing this with a gun at my head. Michael Puttick. This was his third year at Ashbury and he has enjoyed it a lot. His favourite teachers are Mr. Flynn and Mrs. Babbitt, and his best friends are Wright, Gittens and Tim Warren. He will probably be returning next year. Timothy Warren. He has had an enjoyable year at Ashbury, and next year he hopes to manage an M.L.T.S. He thinks the food here sometimes makes you fat, otherwise itls good. The games programme is great except when we have Mr. Parks. His favourite hobbies are fishing and stamp collecting. Geoffrey Wilson. He has blue eyes, He wears school ties. He's not very strong, But he's good at ping-pong. All in all He's not very tall, And he wears glasses All through classes. He doesn't have warts, And he likes all sports. His friends are Baxter, Welch and Kay. He talks with them all through the day. Lund and Brown, and Morton, too, Top the list except for two. And then there's Meyers, along with Gittens, And then there's his two Siamese kittens. His favourite teachers are Babbitt and Polk Because they always have some joke. David Welch. He is a relatively nice person who does not think he is mean. He likes hockey, softball and cricket. He likes all teachers, and most people in the school. He is a good sport, but was absent a lot of the year. He is not perfect. His best friend is Iain Morton. Palmer Wright. He is an O.K. runner and an O.K. sports man. He is good at writing notes for the Ashburian until Mr. Polk, his favourite, told him to put every pronoun in the third person singular. His best friends are Gittens, Kayser and Jay Abrahamsen. He has no enemies. Charles Zwirewich. This is his third year at Ashbury and he likes it very much. His favourite subjects are geography with Mr. Flynn and history with Mr. Polk. He expects to be returning to Ashbury next year. His best friends are Timothy Warren, Benedict Hall and David Meyers. 110 4.5 'H 2.1 J 0' I I ...Ig - 1 . 4 ' ,f I , - -'UNIX' ' .i-. '...: i ' ' - I '. - 79 -'l'f,,y., i -.1 . '-, 'g,.. ., ,Q A . ,A - GRADE 7 Ike Aliferis. I have not been at Ashbury for very long, but I feel as though I've been here for ages. I like attending Ashbury for a few reasons. First the teachers are really great, and the best is Mr. Babbitt. He also is there during games which I love very much. I play softball with him. The best reason is the students. I love animals, especially rabbits, and I'd like to be a breeder or a vet specializing in rabbits. Steven Bissegger. I go to Ashbury. This is my first year at Ashbury. I am in the seventh grade. My best teacher is Mr. Babbitt, and my best friend is Ian Scott. The best sport at Ashbury is hockey. I hope I can come back next year. This is a very good school. Harry Blackwood. This is my first year at Ashbury, and I like it very much. The thing I like here the best is the sports. I like all the teachers and think that they are especially good at their jobs. I hope to return next year. Tim Farquhar. I am in Grade 7. I made the soccer, hockey, volleyball, cricket, broomball and baseball teams. My favourite teachers are all the staff and Mr. Sherwood. This has been a great year for me. My friends are Harry Black- wood, Stephen Watson and most of Grade 8. I recommend Ashbury for all boys. Christian Fernandez. I am from Mexico. This is my first year at Ashbury. My best teachers are Mr. Babbitt and Mr. Humphreys. My best friends are Barry Johnston and Francisco Durazo. My best sport is soccer. When I grow up I would like to be an architect. My best subjects are French and math. I really like Canada a lot. I think Ashbury is a very good school. Juan Carlos Jacob. I have been at Ashbury for one year and like it very much. My best teachers are Mr. Parks, Mr. Flynn and Mr. Babbitt. My best friends are Biewald, Deepan and Pearson. I like all the sports which we play here and would like to come back another year. Campbell Keith. This is my second year at Ashbury and I like is very much. My best friends are Fernandez. Watson, Lloyd and Harwood. My favourite teachers are Mr. and Mrs. Babbitt, Mr. Flynn and Mr. Polk. When I graduate I want to become an aeronautical engineer or an architect. Shawn Lavery. This is my first year at Ashbury. I am in Grade 7 and intend to return next year. My best subject is math, my second best is geography. I like all of the teachers. My favourite is Mr. Babbitt. I think Ashbury has a good education which provides good variety. 111 f Q Brent Mitchell. I was born in Toronto but I live in Ottawa now. I am a day boy. I think being a day boy is a lot better than being a boarder. I am very glad that the school is building a new addition because it will make more room for everybody. I have been here for three years and my mother says that I am returning to Ashbury College next year. I am glad that school is almost over because I need the rest. Bob Murray. I have been here for three years. My favourite subjects are math and literature. My best friends are Walls and Mitchell. My favourite sports are softball and soccer. My best teachers are Mr. Babbitt and Mr. Humphreys. I like the school and I wish to come back next year. When I grow up I want to be a doctor. I like it here because after school you can ride your bike. I am in Grade 7 and I wish to get into Grade 8 and be a monitor. David Walls. This is my first year at Ashbury College. I like the sports the best, especially baseball, soccer and tennis. I like Mr. Babbitt. I hope I come back next year. My friends are Bob Murray, John Zimmerman and Brent Mitchell. Stephen Watson. This is my second year at Ashbury. I am coming back next year. When I am older I will take either law or medicine. My best friends are Farquhar, Blackwood, Walls and Zimmerman. My favourite teachers are Mr. Babbitt and Mr. Flynn. John Zimmerman. This is my first year at Ashbury. I think it is an in- teresting school. I was born in Winnipeg, but have lived in Ottawa for nine years. My favourite teachers are Mr. Babbitt and Mr. Polk. My favourite sports are softball and soccer. When I get older I wish to work with a radio or television studio. My hobby is photography. , .., S .L v - 5 ll-,x Pl. ef? .:. GRADE 6A Ross Baxter. This is my first year at Ashbury. I enjoy it very much. My friends are Flynn, Wilson, Feldman, Maddocks and Beedell. My favourite teachers are Mr. Babbitt, Mr. Tottenham and Mr. Parks. David Beedell. This is my second year at Ashbury. I received an M.L.T.S. My favourite teachers are Mr. Beedell and Mr. Parks. My best friends are Wilson 6, Mensforth, Cunch, Back Off, Flynn, Feldman, Rigby and Viets. Plus a few in Grade 6. I play many sports, but I like hockey the best. I enjoyed this year and next year I hope to be as pleased. Hayg Cuhaci. This is my second year at Ashbury. I liked it very much. My favourite friends are Bob Schoeler, Mark Viets, Laird Dunlop, Peter Martin, Vincent Rigby, David Beedell, Thomas Mensforth, Brendan Flynn and Tom Lamont. My favourite teachers are Mr. Parks, Mr. Tottenham, Mr. Flynn, Mr. Babbitt, Mr. Beedell and sometimes Mr. Humphreys. Jonathan Downing. This is my last term at Ashbury. I have enjoyed every moment of school. Today we lost the 6A world championship. This summer I am going back to England via the West Coast. Goodbye. 112 Ken Ellacott. This is my second year at Ashbury. l've liked some moments, and some I have not liked. My best friends are Brendan Flynn and Tommy Lamont. Julian Feldman. There once was a boy who swam, And was also quite fast when he ran, And was known for not coming last. But when the boys all shouted hurray They noticed that he was quite shy When asked why he always ran fast. Brendan Flynn. This is my second year and I enjoyed it very much. l like most of the teachers here. I am not coming back next year. My best friends are Tim Wilson, Vincent Rigby, David Beedell, Hayg Cuhaci and Ross Baxter. I like the sport very much. Nicholas Fonay. This is my second year at Ashbury. I have had an M.L.T.S in both years. My favourite teachers are Mr. Beedell, Mr. and Mrs. Babbitt and Mr. Humphreys. My best friends are Tim Wilson, Ken Ellacott, Peter Martin and Tom Lamont. I hope to come back next year and try for my third M.L.T.S. John lngold. I am in 6A. 1 did not get my M.L.T.S. this year, but I hope I will next year. I am coming back next year, and this is my first year at Ashbury. My favourite teachers and friends are Mr. Humphreys, Mr. Tottenham, Mr. and Mrs. Babbitt, Mr. Beedell, David Beedell, Brendan Flynn, T-Man, G. Maclaren, Cuhaci, Fonay, Rigby and Baxter. Paul Kadziora. This is my second year at Ashbury and I am glad I came here. I like all the sports and all the subjects. My favourite teachers are Mr. Tottenham, Mr. Humphreys, Mr. Sherwood, Mr. and Mrs. Babbitt and Mr. Polk. In my class I like Timmy Wilson, Peter Martin and Tommy Lamont. I also like Roddy Maddocks. Tom Lamont. This is my second and last year at Ashbury and I think it was a successful one too. But 1 missed my M.L.T.S. by only .2'7b. My favourite sports are soccer, football, baseball, and especially hockey. My best friends are Farquhar, Schoeler, Dunlop and Rhodes, and practically all of Grade 6A. My favourite teachers are almost all the staff. I hope to come back some day to Ashbury. Gordon Maclaren. This is my second year at Ashbury. My best friends are Flynn II, Baxter II, Wilson VI, Beedell III, Martin II, Fonay, Maclaren II and Viets. I like all subjects and teachers. I received an M.L.T.S. This was a very good year and I hope to come back next year. Fergus Maclaren. This is my first year at Ashbury. I like it very much. I like all the teachers, and my best subject is literature. My best friends are Faber II, Clark, and all of 6A. Roddy Maddocks. This is my first year at Ashbury. I like the sports very much, but I think the tests are too many. I like the teachers, especially Mr. Babbitt. I am glad I am leaving this year. I don't like Ashbury on the whole. My best friends are Downing, Ingold, Cuhaci, Mensforth and Beedell. Peter Martin. This is my second year at Ashbury and I think it is very nice. I have made many friends here. My favourite sports are soccer, hockey, skiing and sailing. I like all the teachers. I hope I have a better year next year. David McClenahan. This is my first year at Ashbury. I like it a lot. My best friends are Brendan, Beedell, T-Man, Rigby, Baxter, Martin and Viets. I'd like to be in 7A. I hope to come back, be a gold, and get an M.L.T.S. Thomas Mensforth. This is my first year at Ashbury. 1 missed an M.L.T.S. My but friends are T. Wilson, D. Beedell, Cuhaci, Rigby, Feldman, Flynn, Viets and Tommy Lamont. My favourite teacher is Mr. Babbitt. I was on the second hockey team. 113 James Puttick. This is my first year here at Ashbury. I am liking it and I am glad I'm coming back next year. My favourite sports are soccer, softball and cricket. Vincent Rigby. This is my first year at Ashbury and I enjoyed it very much. My best friends are Flynn, Cuhaci and Mensforth. My favourite teachers are Mr. Babbitt, Mr. Tottenham and Mr. Beedell. I made the 2nd softball team and almost made the soccer team. I will be coming back next year and hope to get an M.L.T.S. Mark Viets. This is my second year at Ashbury. I like it. I like most teachers except one or two. My favourite subject is literature. My friends are Cuhaci, Petey, Beetle, Fungi, T--Man, Gordie and Baxter. Tim Wilson. This was my second year at Ashbury and I like it very much. I am also coming back next year and hope to have a better year than this. I have some very good friends, but not best friends. we Al. GRADE 6 Roy Bland. This is my first year at Ashbury. My favourite teachers are Mr. Parks, Mr. Tottenham and Mr. Babbitt. My friend that I like is John Clark. My favourite sports are hockey, softball, high jump and tennis. The subjects 1 like are math and geography. I hope to be back next year. Alexander Bystram. This is my second year at Ashbury. I don't think it is fun working, so that's why I don't like school very much. My best friends are Barry Johnston and Kelly Mahoney. My favourite teachers are Mr. Babbitt, Mr. Humphreys, Mr. Parks and sometimes Mrs. Babbitt. I did not get an M.L.T.S. but I got a recommendation for literature. I hope I come back next year. John Clark. I like Ashbury and my favourite subjects are geography, science and grammar. I like Mr. Parks, Mr. Tottenham, Mr. Babbitt, Mr. Humphreys and Mr. Armstrong. My favourite friends are R. Bland, B. Johnston, L. Dunlop. I hope to come back. Laird Dunlop. Our form teacher is Mr. Parks. He is nice most of the time. I like Mr. Robertson, but he doesn't teach us. My favourite friends are Blob Shoil, Hayg Cuchi, Barry Jockston, Christoff Rhodez, Thomas Lamont, Petey Poo Martin, Marcy tWelbyJ Viets, T-Man Wilson, CBig Feetl David Farquhar, and Ian Wilson. My favourite teachers are Tottenham, Armstrong, Polk and the two Babbitts. I like all sports and I got a recommendation for math. 114 Floris Faber. My best teachers are Mr. Polk, Mr. Parks and Mr. and Mrs. Babbitt. My best friends are John Clark, Nanno Habets and Barry Johnston. David Farquhar. This is my first year at Ashbury. I tried to get an M.L.T.S. but I did much worse than I thought. My favourite sports are all of them, and I made every second team except for cricket and soccer. This year we went to New York, and I stayed with Schoeler, Rhodes, and Lamont. My favourite friends are Schoeler, Rhodes and Lamont, and sometimes Dunlop. Nanno Habets. This is my first year at Ashbury and I enjoyed it. When I left my other school my friends were a bit jealous. My favourite teacher is Mr. Babbitt and my favourite sport is baseball. Barry Johnston. This is my first year at Ashbury and I hope to come back next year. My best friends are Laird Dunlop, Paul Deepan, John Clark, K. Mahoney, Ali Bystram, Blob Scholl, C. Lay, Luciani, Chris Rhode. My best teachers are Tottenham, Parks and Humphreys. Charles Lay. This is my second year at Ashbury. I like it very much. My favourite friends are Barry Johnston, Kelly Mahoney. My favourite sport is hockey. I like all subjects and teachers. I made the hockey and soccer teams this year. I liked the New York trip. Gordon Luciani. This is my third year at Ashbury. My favourite teachers are Mr. Babbitt, Mrs. Babbitt, Mr. Tottenham and Mr. Parks. My favourite sports are hockey, soccer, baseball and track and field. I hope to come back next year. Kelly Mahoney. This is my second year at Ashbury. I don't like it as much this year as last. My best friends are Barry Johnston and Charley Lay. My best teachers are Mr. Parks and Mr. Babbitt. I thought the New York trip was fun. Jeff Mitchell. This is my second year at Ashbury. It is O.K. I am coming back next year. My favourite sport is soccer. I made the team this year. I enjoyed the school trip very much this year. Chris Rhodes. Ashbury is an OK school. Manor Park was the same. This is my first year at Ashbury. There's only one thing better than Manor Park, the sports. My best friends are Bob Schoeler, Laird Dunlop, David Farquhar, Tom Lamont and Gordie Luciani. I'm coming back next year. I like all sports. Bob Schoeler. I liked the trip to New York, and my best friends are Cuchi, Laird Dunlop, Chris, Barry Johnston, Q-Man, Rigby, Lamont, Beedell, Peter Martin, Ian Wilson and Viets. My favourite teachers are Mr. Parks, the Babbitts, Tottenham, Flynn and Robertson. My favourite sports are soccer, hockey and softball. I like playing tennis. Danny Segall. This is my first year at Ashbury. I made the choir, hockey, soccer, baseball and broom ball teams. My favourite teachers are Mr. Parks and Mr. Tottenham. My friends are K. Mahoney, G. Luciani and maybe C. Lay, H. Cuhaci and B. Jockston. And I like the long jump, and I don't like working very much, and I will come back next year. Michael Sourial. This is my second year at Ashbury. I did not get my M.L.T.S. this year either, but I still hope to get one. The New York trip was good this year. My favourite friends are Iain Wilson, Gordon Maclaren and Tommy Lamont. My favourite teachers are the Babbitts, Mr. Parks, Mr. Totten- ham and Mr. Polk. My favourite subjects are lit, history and grammar. My favourite sports are hockey, softball and swimming. I have been pleased with the school for the 2nd time. I hope to come back. Iain Wilson. This is my second year at Ashbury. I like it very much. I made the hockey, soccer and softball teams. I would have made the broomball team, but I broke my ankle. My best teachers are Mr. Parks, Mr. and Mrs. Babbitt, Mr. Tottenham and Mr. Humphreys. My good friends are M. Sourial, B. Schoeler, L. Dunlop, C. Rhodes and the rest of 6 and 6A. I want to come back next year. The New York trip was fun. I got a recommendation in literature. It has been a good year. Oh yes, I made the choir too. 115 -'xx sf ..x, qs, ,.ar,,, ,. GRADE S Timothy Borthwick. Hi! This is my first year at Ashbury College. My favourite sports are soccer and hockey, and we have a hot lips in our class. Peter Chatta. I am 10, but I'm the second smallest boy in Ashbury this year. My favourite subject is math. Of the teachers that I have subjects with I like Mr. Tottenham and Mr. Humphreys the best. Out of all the teachers I like Mr. Polk. I am a boarder, but if I come back next year I will be a day boy. My favourite sport is softball, and my best friends are Toby Mensforth and Andrew Johnston. Francisco Durazo. I am from Mexico. This is my first year at Ashbury. My favourite subjects are French and geography. My best teachers are Mr. Humphreys, Mr. Parks and Mr. Flynn. My best friends are Christian Fernandez and Michael Romain. I think Canada is a very nice country. I came to Canada to learn the Canadian language and the French one. I think Ashbury is a very good school. Ian Fish. This is my first year at Ashbury. I like all the teachers. I like the sports. My best friends are Woodsie, Menzie and Durazo. The food is excellent. Ronny Habets. I am ll years old. This is my first year here and I like the school. The subject I like most is gym. I don't like music much. The teacher I like best is Mr. Tottenham. I like to play baseball. Raymond Haslam. I live in Ottawa. I am a boarder, I like all the subjects. I am going to be a surgeon when I grow up. Andrew Johnston. This is my first year at Ashbury and I like it a lot. My favourite subjects are history, math, French, gym, geography and English, and I like ALL the teachers very much. My favourite time of the day is games. This year I was lucky enough to get an M.L.T.S. Grant Mclntosh. I am ll years old. I like Ashbury because the teachers are kind and help you to improve your work, and because you go on outings and trips. The recreation is very well planned. 116 'Ls Mar-4 11- A 3:3323 Toby Mensforth. This is my first year at Ashbury. I like hockey, soccer and softball. My best subject is literature. I like Ashbury and hope to come back next year. Claude Panneton. Hello! I am 9 years old and I like every thing except math, and I hate literature and the food. I like baseball. Michael Romain. Hi! I am a boarder and I am I0 years old. My best teacher is Mr. Tottenham. My favourite sports are softball and soccer. Gray Sutcliffe. This is my first year. I love sports and I hate math. We have lots to do, like prep, but we do other things too. Stephen Welch. This is my first year at Ashbury. My favourite classes are music, math, geography. science and literature. Gym is one of the best classes. In games period you play or run or play hockey. My favourite teachers are Mr. Beedell, Mr. Flynn, Mr. Parks, Mr. Tottenham. My friends are Habets II, Watson, Beedell III. I say that Ashbury is the best school I've been to. Jamie Woods. This is my first year at Ashbury. I like it very much and I like all the teachers. My favourite sport is baseball. My best friends are Fish and Sutcliffe. Qi: . ,I .154 W' 1-94-'7' ' is T2 'vs' 117 SCHOOL REGISTER - 1972173 Ablack, David Lennox Abraharnsen, Jorgen Sven Aliferis, John Qlkel Allen, Christopher Knorr Ambery, Jeffrey Dewar Anapolslcy I, Ronnie Anapolsky II, Gerry Ardill, David Michael Arnold, Daniel George Barden, David Charles Barnes, Michael Leslie William Bates, Christopher Robert Baxter I, Brian Thomas Baxter II, L. 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KZH 5S3. 119 Y 9 Hall, Benedict James Christian Repesse Hambleton, Ricardo Hantusch, Robert Anthony Harris, John Steven Harvey, Graham Paul Harwood, Richard William Haslam, Raymond Heaney, David Macdonald Heaton, Anthony Jonathan Helmer, Robin John Henderson, Robert John Hodgins, Michael Hope, Paul Howe, Gordon William Huston, Robert Hugh lngold 1, Christopher Frank Ingold 11, John Hilary Irving, David Alexander Jacob de la Fuente, Juan Carlos Jeffrey, George MacKinnon Jelenick, Michael Stuart Jenkins, Christopher Johnston I, Peter Alan Simon Johnston ll, David Bruce Johnston 111, Alastair Iain Johnston lV, William Erskine Johnston V, Barry Franklin Johnston Vl, Andrew Miles Johnston Vll, Robert Joseph Josselyn, David Kadziora, Paul Michael Kayser, lan David Keith, John Brian Campbell Kemper, Michael Kong, Yun Biu Thomas Lackie, Daniel Wallace Laframboise, Joseph Guy Lamont, Thomas Stilwell I Lavery, Shawn Charles Lay I, James M. C. Lay 11, Charles lan Ligthart, Robert Theodore Lilly, David Clarence Ling, Wai-Tat James Litvak, Matthew Kenneth Lloyd, Robert Ian Longsworth, Julian Kim Luciani, James Gordon Lund, John Granville 742 Cooper Street, Ottawa, Ont. KIR 5J6. 59 Ruskin Street, Ottawa, Ont. K1Y4A8. 14 Selwyn Crescent, P.O. Box 113, Kanata, Nr. Ottawa, Ont. 475 Cloverdale Avenue, Rockoliffe Park, Ottawa, Ont. K1M 0Y5. 2278 Bowman Road, Ottawa, Ont. K1H 6V6. 57 Cherrywood Drive, Ottawa, Ont. K2H 6H1. 29 Rebecca Crescent, Rothwell Heights, Ottawa, Ont. K1J 6B8. 2383 Baseline Road, Ottawa, Ont. K2C OE2. 95 MacKinnon Road, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa Ont. KIM 0G4. 38 Davidson Crescent, Ottawa, Ont. KIJ 6L8. 190 Acacia Avenue, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa, Ont. KIM OL5. 52 Queensline Drive, Ottawa, Ont. K2H 712. 748 Fleming Avenue, Ottawa, Ont. K1G 2Y9. 1872 Fairmeadow Crescent, Ottawa, Ont. K1H 7B9. 2856 Rae Street, Regina, Sask. S4S1R3. P.O. Box 712, R.R. 35, Ottawa, Ont. P.O. Box 712, R.R. 25, Ottawa, Ont. Box 112, R.R. 31, Kingsmere, Hull, P.Q. Paseo de las Palmas 1150, Mexico 10, D.F. 1448 Kilborn Avenue, Ottawa, Ont. K1H6L9. 319 Clemow Avenue, Ottawa, Ont. K1S2B7. 1329 Tara Drive, Ottawa, Ont. K2C 2H6. 64 Dufferin Road, Ottawa, Ont. KIM 2A7. Box 121, R.R. 31, Hull, P.Q. Box 121, R.R. 31, Hull, P.Q. Maplewood Farm, R.R. 33, Richmond, Ont. 401 Inn, Brockville, Ont. Box 121, R.R. 21, Hull, P.Q. 11 Mary Street, Kemptville, Ont. 224 Springfield Road, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa Ont. KIM OK9 36 Bayswater Place, Ottawa, Ont. K1Y 2E2. 59 Westfield Crescent, Ottawa, Ont. K2G OT6. 54 Evergreen Drive, Ottawa, Ont. K2H 6C9. 11 Briarcliffe Drive, Ottawa, Ont. K1J 6E3. 128 Austin Road, 3rd Flr., Block B, Kowloon Hong Kong. 167 Tennyson Place, Waterloo, Ont. N2L 2T2. 27 Cote Blvd., Deschenes, P.Q. 275 Springfield Road, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa, Ont. KIM OK8. 122 Willingdon Road, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa Ont. KIM 2G1. Fallbrook Farm, R.R. 31, Balderson, Ont. Fallbrook Farm, R.R. 51, Balderson, Ont. P.O. Box 482, Manotick, Ont. 140 Surrey Drive, Town of Mount Royal, Montreal 304, P.Q. 69C Waterloo Road, 3rd Flr., Kowloon, Hong Kong. 262 Coltrin Road, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa, Ont. KIM OA6. 41 Second Avenue, Stittsville, Ont. Apt. 151, 1216 Bank Street, Ottawa, Ont. KIS 3Yl. 4752 Upper Roslyn Avenue, Montreal 247, P.Q. 15 Dunvegan Road, Manor Park, Ottawa, Ont K1K 3E8. 120 7 9 Lurtz, Daniel John Lynch-Staunton I, Victor Lynch-Staunton ll, Michael MacDonald, Keith James Maclaren I, Gordon Chisholm Maclaren II, Fergus T. MacLaine, Douglas Edward MacLaurin, Philip Malcolm Macleod I, Nigel Macleod Il, Ian Colin Macleod III, David John MacPhee, James Peter Maddocks, Roderick Paul Magner, Myles Mahoney I, Timothy David Mahoney II, Kelly Clark Major, Jacques Marchant, Andrew Bertram Marion, Matthew Anderson Martin I, Thomas George Martin II, Peter Charles Blackburn Martyniuk, Joseph Walter McClenahan, David Graham McIntosh, Grant Fraser McKenna I, George R. McKenna II, Graeme Norman McNeil, Jeffrey McNulty, Larivee Shawn McTaggart I, Gordon McTaggart II, James Duncan Mensforth I, Thomas Waugh Mensforth II, Toby Timothy Meyers, David George Mierins I, John Gordon Mierins II, Arnis E. Mitchell I, Brenton Ellwood Mitchell II, Jeffrey Martin Moore I, Michael James Moore II, Andrew Grover Moore III, John Palmer Morrison I, Donald James Morrison II, Robert Sinclair Morton, Iain Ross Mulock, William Francis 41 Aylmer Road, Lucerne. P.Q. 2240 Halifax Drive, Apt. 3304, Ottawa, Ont. K1G 2W8. 2240 Halifax Drive, Apt. 3304, Ottawa, Ont. KIG 2W8. 22 Birch Avenue, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa, Ont. K 1 K 3G6. 20 Glenwood Avenue, Rockcliffc Park, Ottawa, Ont. KIM OW6. 170 Lakeway Drive, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa, Ont. K1L5B3. 406 Lakeshore Road, Beaconsfield 870, P.Q. 34 Cote des Neiges Road. Ottawa, Ont. K2G 2C4. 2983 Otterson Drive, Ottawa, Ont. K1V7B5. P.O. Box 320, Seroe Colorado, Aruba. Netherlands Antilles. 2983 Otterson Drive, Ottawa, Ont. K1V7B5. 2455 Rosewood Avenue, Ottawa. Ont. K2B 7L3. 120 Lansdowne Road, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa, Ont. KIM ON4. 231 Clemow Avenue, Ottawa, Ont. K1S 2B5. Island Park Towers, Apt. 32310, 195 Clearview Avenue, Ottawa, Ont. KIZ 6S1. Island Park Towers, Apt. 32310, 195 Clearview Avenue, Ottawa, Ont. KIZ 6S1. 383 Chester Avenue, Town of Mount Royal, Montreal 305, P.Q. 51 Norice Street, Ottawa, Ont. K2G 2X7. 161 Howick Street, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa, Ont. KIM 0G9. 22 Rothwell Drive, Ottawa, Ont. KlJ 7G4. Aylmer Road, R.R. 32, Aylmer E., P.Q. 100 Melrose Ave. South, Hamilton, Ont. L8M 2Y8. 2078 Thistle Crescent, Ottawa, Ont. KIH 5P5. Box 3743, R.R. 35, Ottawa, Ont. KIG 3N3. 2 Coltrin Place, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa, Ont. KIM OA5, 21 Glenridge Road, Ottawa, Ont. K2G 2Z3. 51 Forest Hill Avenue, Ottawa, Ont. K2C1P7. 291 Chippawa Drive, North Bay, Ont. 154 Woodridge Crescent E., Bayshore, Ottawa, Ont. K2B 7S9. 154 Woodridge Crescent E., Bayshore, Ottawa, Ont. K2B 7S9. 57 Powell Avenue, Ottawa, Ont. K1S 1Z9. 57 Powell Avenue, Ottawa, Ont. K1S1Z9. 818 Norton Avenue, Ottawa, Ont. K2B 5P6. 42 Whippoorwill Drive, Ottawa, Ont. K1J 7H9. 6 Amberley Place, Ottawa, Ont. K1J 7J8. 460 Wilbrod Street, Ottawa, Ont. K1N 6M8. 460 Wilbrod Street, Ottawa, Ont. KIN 6M8. 603 Chester Street, Brooklyn, New York 11212, U.S.A. 603 Chester Street, Brooklyn, New York 11212, U.S.A. 7 West Park Drive, Ottawa, Ont. KIB 3H1. 1170 Fisher Avenue, Apt. 3411, Ottawa, Ont. KIZ 5R7. 169 Clemow Avenue, Ottawa, Ont, KlS2B3. 641 Acacia Avenue, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa, Ont. KIM OM6. 387 Maple Lane, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa, Ont. KIM IH7. 121 Murray I, Timothy Basil Murray II, Robert William Justin Neil, Nelson John Nicol, Bruce Ng I, Chung Chi Douglas Ng II, Chung Yu Raymond Oakes, Laurence Cory O'Brien, Michael George O'Meara, Michael William O'NeilI, Charles Connor Griffiths Ostiguy, Philippe Panneton, Claude Pardo I. Phillippe Pardo II, Claude Paterson, Donald Cameron Pearce, Douglas Howard Pearson, Michael Pelcis, Robert Penny, Stuart Wayne Perry, Gad Alexander Pilaar, James Gray Pimm I, Robert Gordon Pimm II, Matthew Everett Pleet, Lawrence Plummer, William Richard Polk, Nicholas Power, Sean Michael Price I, William Andrew Price II, Gordon Arthur Puttick I, Stephen Richard Puttick II, Michael Puttick III, James Harold Reid, James W. Rhodes I, Ian Nelson Rhodes II, Christopher Douglas Richter, Mark Andrew Rigby I, Stephen James Rigby II, Vincent Charles Robertson, Ronald Scott Robinson, Jacques Noel Romain, Michael Broughton Ross, Douglas John H. Rowlinson I, Matthew Charles Rowlinson II, Andrew John Rushforth, Peter Scarth, Ian Campbell Schafer, Richard Alexander Schoeler, Robert John Andrew Scott I, Christopher Blair I0 Barcham Crescent, Box 1278, R.R. 32, Ottawa, Ont. K2C 3H1. 24 Clemow Avenue, Ottawa, Ont. K1S2B2. 3 Maple Avenue, Beaupre, P.Q. ' 165 Clemow Avenue, Ottawa, Ont. KIS 2B3. III Robinson Road, 3rd Fir., Ill Robinson Road, 3rd Flr., St. Regis P.O., St. Regis, P.Q. 49 High Street, Carleton Place, Ontario. 1374 Base Line Road, Ottawa, Ont. K2C 0A9. Hong Kong. Hong Kong. 92 Lisgar Road, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa, Ont. KIM OE6. 260 Cloverdale Road, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa, Ont. KIM OX2. 43 Gendron Street, Hull, P.Q., J9AlB7. 201 Metcalfe Avenue, Westmount, Montreal 215, P.Q. 201 Metcalfe Avenue, Westmount, Montreal 215, P.Q. Station F , P.O. Box 664, Thunder Bay, Ont. 4394 Gilles Street, Pierrefonds, P.Q. 4679 West Third Street, Vancouver 8, B.C. 149 Crichton Street, Ottawa, Ont. KIM IWI. 29 Linden Terrace, Ottawa, Ont. KIS IZI. 37 Tiverton Drive, Ottawa, Ont. K2E 6L6. 307 Claremont Drive, Manor Park, Ottawa, Ont KIKIZV6. 251 Park Road, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa, Ont KIM OC9. 251 Park Road, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa, Ont KIM OC9. 273 Roger Road, Ottawa, Ont. K1H5C5. 56 Cobblestone Drive, Crestview, Willowdale Ont. M21 2X7. 34 Union Street, Ottawa, Ont. KIM IR4. Apt. 57, 601 Sth. Division Street, Carson City Nevada 89701, U.S.A. 33 Holton Avenue, Westmount, Montreal 217, P.Q 33 Holton Avenue, Westmount, Montreal 217, P.Q 473 Brierwood Avenue, Ottawa, Ont. K2A 2H2. 473 Brierwood Avenue, Ottawa, Ont. KZA 2H2. 473 Brierwood Avenue, Ottawa, Ont. K2A ZH2. 277 John Street, Arnprior, Ont. K7S 2P5. 786 Dunloe Avenue, Manor Park, Ottawa, Ont K1KOK4. 786 Dunloe Avenue, Manor Park, Ottawa, Ont KIKOK4. 338 Cornell Drive, P.O. Box 172, Midland, Ontario. 35 Lambton Avenue, Ottawa, Ont. KIM OZ8. 35 Lambton Avenue, Ottawa, Ont. KIM 0Z8. 17 Rothwell Drive, Ottawa, Ont. K1J7G5. 1085 Elmlea Drive, Ottawa, Ont. KIJ 6W3. ll Hobart Crescent, Ottawa, Ont. K2H 5S3. 38 Sioux Crescent, Ottawa, Ont. K2H 7E5. 434 Fortier Street, St. Hilaire, P.Q. 434 Fortier Street, St. Hilaire, P.Q. 782 Eastbourne Avenue, Manor Park, Ottawa, Ont. KIKOH8. 8 Qualicum Street, Ottawa, Ont. Box 1328, Picton, Ontario. K2H 7G8. 177 Stewart Street, Ottawa, Ont. KIN 6J8. 470 Acacia Avenue, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa, Ont. KIM 0M2. 122 Scott II, Ian Donald Segall, Danny Dennis M. Sellers I, Graham Sellers II, Philip Sellers III, Richard Shepherd, Peter Bertram Singh, David Sirotek, Robert Frederick Siversky, David Jonathan Smirnow, Alexander Smith, Robert George Snyder, Charles Brent Sourial, Michael Spencer, Nigel John Steacy, Harold Peter Stehr, Christopher John Addison Stoddard, Frederick Lothrop Sutcliffe, Frederick Gray Tanos, Stephen Thomas Tapp, Peter Gordon Taticek, Peter Teron, Christopher Noel Tinkler, Steve Tkachuk, Michael Wilson Trainor, Niall Anthony Tross, Anthony Squire Tutton, John Charles Van Leeuwen I, David Van Leeuwen II, Matthew Veilleux I, Hugues Veilleux II, Clermont Verhey, Shawn Gordon Viets, Mark Robert Walker I, Jeffrey Ward Walker II, Robert Scott Walker III, Clifford Walker IV, Ian Michael Walls, David McKinley Warren, Timothy Michael Warwick, Guy Conrad Watson, Stephen Noel Webster, Mark Allan Bryan Welch I, Douglas Lindsay Welch II, David Andrew Welch III, Stephen Edward Wiener, Philippe-Marc Wilgress, Edward Dana Cameron Wilson I, Peter William Wilson II, Eric Chester P.O. Box 269, Manotick, Ontario. 8 Roselawn Street, Dollard des Ormeaux, P.Q. 457 Oakhill Road, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa, Ont. KIM IJ5. 457 Oakhill Road, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa, Ont. KIM IJ5. 457 Oakhill Road, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa, Ont. KIM IJ5. 34 Wick Crescent, Rothwell Heights, Ottawa, Ont. KIJ 7H3. 245 Clemow Avenue, Ottawa, Ont. KlS2B5. 323 Washington Street, Ogdensburg, New York 13669, U.S.A. 514 Stanley Street, Hawkesbury, Ont. K6A1S2. 285 Eugene Street, Fabreville, Laval, P.Q. 20 Range Road, Ottawa, Ont. KIN 8J3. Apt. 53503, 44 Charles Street West, Toronto, Ont. M4Y IRS. 7 Belvedere Crescent. Ottawa, Ont. KIM OE5. Athol Doune Drive, R.R. 52, Aylmer East, P.Q. 328 Island Park Drive, Ottawa, Ont. KIYOA7. 920 Dynes Road, 563, Ottawa, Ont. K2C OG8. 180 Acacia Avenue, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa, Ont. KIM OR3. 37 Okanagan Drive, Ottawa, Ont. K2H 7E9. 2172 Benjamin Avenue, Ottawa, Ont. K2A IP4. River Road, R.R. 51, Manotick, Ontario. 94 Maple Lane. Ottawa, Ont. KIM 1H5. 7 Crescent Road, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa, Ont. KIM ONI. -461 du Portage, Mont Laurier, P.Q. J9L 2A1. R.R. 53, Brampton, Ontario. Box 5185, Metcalfe. Ontario. 64 The Driveway, Ottawa, Ont. K2P1E3. Basswood Lane, R.R. 52, Lucerne, P.Q. 21 Linden Terrace, Ottawa, Ont. KIS IZI. 21 Linden Terrace, Ottawa, Ont. KIS IZI. 74 Gall Blvd., Drummondville, P.Q. J2C IH6. 74 Gall Blvd., Drummondville, P.Q. J2C1H6. 32 Chinook Crescent, Ottawa, Ont. K2H 7E1. 305 Thorold Road, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa, Ont. KIM OKI. Box 5635, Rockland, Ontario. Apt. 51205, Champlain Towers, 200 Rideau Terrace, Ottawa, Ont. KIM 0Z3. 1455 Sherbrooke St. West, Apt. 52704, Montreal 109, P.Q. Box 5635, Rockland, Ontario. 57 Rock Avenue, Ottawa, Ont. KIM 1A5. 7 Eleanor Drive E., Ottawa, Ont. KZE 6A3. Valencay , 63 Aylmer Road, Lucerne, P.Q. 2088 Thistle Crescent, Ottawa, Ont. K1H5P5. 23 Leacock Crescent, Don Mills, Ont. M3B IN8. 35 Mohawk Crescent, Ottawa, Ont. K2H 7G7. 35 Mohawk Crescent, Ottawa, Ont. K2H 7G7. 35 Mohawk Crescent, Ottawa, Ont. K2H 7G7. Apt. 51606, 1455 Sherbrooke St. West, Montreal 109, P.Q. 230 Manor Avenue, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa, Ont. KIM OH4. 161 Carleton Street, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa, Ont. KIM OG6. 161 Carleton Street, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa, Ont. KIM OG6. 123 Wilson III, Shawn Patrick Wilson IV, Richard McClain Wilson V, Geoffrey Stuart Wilson VI, Timothy Everton Wilson VII, Ian Fraser Wong, Ping Man Aleman Woods, James Braden Woollam, Philip Mark Wright I, James Wright II, Ian Douglas Wright III, Palmer Howard Zagerman I, Mark David Zagerman II, Joel Wolf Zimmerman, John Norman Young Zunenshine, Leslie Zwirewich, Charles Vincent 965 Dresden Crescent, Ottawa, Ont. KZB 5H9. 14 Maple Lane, Ottawa, Ont. KIM IG7. 965 Dresden Crescent, Ottawa, Ont. KZB SH9 161 Carleton Street, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa, Ont. KIM OG6. I4 Maple Lane, Ottawa, Ont. KIM IG7. Block A, 5th Flr., 353-355 Prince Edward Road Kowloon, Hong Kong. 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