Ashbury College - Ashburian Yearbook (Ottawa, Ontario Canada)

Text from Pages 1 - 184 of the 1978 volume:

0 . 'V 'yi Q 5 ' .4 ' QSHBURY COLLE 362 MARIBOSA A OTIIAWA, ONTAR KIM-OT3 '4v'7.f. fi L s v .ASL ,,m -. 'l I.. ipw A TRIBUTE TO DAVID POLK ln late August, 1940, David Polk arrived at Ashbury College perspiring freely, carrying two heavy suitcases, having walked front the Rockcliffe Park streetcar stop. He admits his New England conscience would not allow him to hire a cab! Imagine the chagrin of Arthur Brain, who met him, upon seeing a new employee arrive in such an un- pretentious manner! Subsequent history has certainly proven Polky's lack of pretension as well as his value to the school. During his first stint at Ashbury, l940-1942, Polky taught in the Junior School. He remembers teaching John Turner, Donald MacDonald, and the now Marquis of Queensbury. He returned to the States to join the Merchant Navy on New Year's Eve 1942, and served until 1947 as Ship's Doctor!Purser. He recalls having to sew up a wounded sailor, because the sailor had to comfort Polky as he did the job! He returned to Ashbury in 1947 and from 1947- 53, he taught grades ll-, 12 and 13 History and Geography. It was four years before Polky had a failure in either of these two Senior Matriculation subjects. Bear in mind of course, that these were external examinations the, boys were writing at the time. In 1953, he was asked by Mr. Perry to head up the Junior School, which was moving into a new building. He continued in charge until 1967. His contribution in the organization ofthe Junior School was incredible. I know that when I inherited the job from him in 1967, I took over a very well functioning unit with an excellent reputation. David overcame many an obstacle during those years, not the least of which were difficult 'characters' who taught under him - including one metn01'able chap who was sent to teach in the Junior School because he was not capable of teaching in the Senior School! In 1967, Polky took over the Old Boys' organization, spending half a day on that, and teaching part timeg however, in 1969, the lure ofthe classroom was too much and David was back full time in the Junior School. There is not a boy who passed through his hands who won't remember his marvellously relaxed, humorous and dramatic ap- proach. Perhaps one of his greatest contributions to Ashbury was, and still is, his willingness to assume any and all onerous tasks - those tasks which no one else would volunteer to do. Forexample, Polky has looked after the school pictures, been the Librarian, run the stationery stores, done the Old Boys' newsletter, edited the Junior Ashburian, and managed the ski teams. There are sonic years when he had all thesc responsibilities. ls there a public school teacher anywhere who would accept this sort of work load? Not only that, but he has gone as many as ten years in a row without missing a day of school. l remember Polky's wife Eleanor, when the subject of duty was being discussed, saying that for years David did one night a week except for every fourth week when he had four nights in a row on duty. David Polk is the complete schoolmaster. He enjoys his life now as much as he did in 19-12 and, fortunately for Ashbury, his life is Ashbury. M.H.E.S. FOR THE ASHBURIAN James Conyers, Peter Bielicki, Ross Brown, Kevin Hunt, John Lund, Bobby Latta, D.D. Lister, Esq.g Stephan Perron, T. Tottenham, Esq.g David Welch, Alex Watson, Charles Zwirewich. HEADMASTER W.A. Joyce, B.Sc. fUniversity of Manitobai. Physics. DIRECTOR, SENIOR SCHOOL K.D. Niles, B.A. fCarletonJ. O.T.C. History. DIRECTOR, JUNIOR SCHOOL M.H.E. Sherwood, M.Ed. fUniversity of Massachusettsl, B.A. fCarleton3 English. CHAPLAIN Rev. E.E. Green, B.A. fToronto7, L.T.L., B.D. THE BOARD OF GOVERNORS OF ASHBURY COLLEGE 1977 1978 Ian A. Barclay ..... .... V ancouver Mrs. Clive Baxter .... . . .Ottawa Robert Campeau ..... . . . Ottawa James Finnie ...... . . .Ottawa James Fisher .... . . . Ottawa Frederick Gall . . . . . . Ottawa John H. Gill . . . . . . Ottawa W.A. Grant ...... . . . Montreal G.F. Henderson . . . ..... Ottawa Kenneth R. Lavery . . . ....... Ottawa Donald MacLaren .... .... B uckingham F.S. Martin ....... ....... O ttawa J .D. Morrison . . . .... Montreal ' Robert Paterson ..... .... M ontreal E.N. Rhodes, Jr ....... . . . Ottawa Bishop W.J. Robinson . . . . . . Ottawa Dr. Frank J . Sellers .... . . . Ottawa Richard B. Southam . . . . . . Ottawa David M. Stewart .... . . . Montreal E.P. Taylor .......... .... W illowdale John N. Turner ......... .... T oronto . Dr. A. Gardner Watson .... . . . Ottawa W.J .R. Wilson ........ ...... T oronto John R. Woods ...................... Packenham G.S.M. Woolcombe ..................... Jakarta . Mrs. C.J. Mahoney, President, Ladies' Guild, Ottawa, James Smellie, Ashbury College Association, Ottawag Alan F. Gill, Ashbury College Association .... Ottawa ACADEMIC STAFF R.J. Anderson, C.D. Army P.T. School. Director of Athletics. G.W. Babbitt, C.D., R.C.N. Carleton University. English. Mr. G.W. Babbitt, lst Class Teachers' Licence lN.B.J. Mathematics. J .L. Beedell, B.Sc. tCarletonJ. O.T.C. Science, Outdoor Education. D. Brookes, Music. J .S. Crockett, Teacher Training, fStan- mills College, Belfast.J O.T.C. English, Geography, Mathematics. D.M. Fox, B. Math CWaterlooJ. Faculty of Education fQueen'sj. Mathematics and Chemistry. J .A. Glover, M.A. QOxonJ. French, English, German. P.H. Gosselin, B.A. lCollege de Saint Hyacinthej. French. R.I. Gray, B.P.E. fHons.J QQueen'sJ, B.Ed. O.T.C. Physical Education. G.D. Heyd, M.A. fToronto1. Administrative Assistant. History. R.A.L. Hinnell, B.Sc. tBristoD. Education Certificate. Head of the Department of Mathematics. D.E. Hopkins, PhD., B.Sc. fHull, Englandj. O.T.C. Head of the Department of Science. J .H. Humphreys, Oral French, English. M.E. Jansen, Academic Diploma in Education, University .of London. Master-in-Charge of Years 4 and 5 Boarders. English. Mrs. J . Kennedy, B.A. fMount St. Vincentj. Business Studies. G. Lemele, B.A. tParisJ. French. 4 k :iam I Ret B.A. fQueen'sl, T ired Decenxtber ,R XX ' f .YV X it v Theatre Artg PG. D.D. I Alt . I 'fu 1' A - Q. j , j Q .9 , 5' , + . ' , I ,. , . . I i mf wnivergity of British Colum aJ.,Mathema6cs:! Ars. Lg. Li ,fx Lifter A B CPrmcetonj,M A. Work! O '34 Ff '0 h Academic of California at Physics. Mrs. H. Penton, B.A. 19793. R.M Penton. D. , History, Di p. 31. and Diploma Teaching Monk , . . ' 1 ' A. . . . ea , e B.A. lCarletgr1f5B.Ed., fQueen'sJ. Qcggh-J Max' c of the Department of Geography. Mrs. A - des Arts de Lyonl, Cambridge Language' History. On exchange at Stowe Schcpl-.iii Master-in-Charge of Years 1, 2, apd'3 Department of History in order to complete an of History. D.L. Polk, B.A. fDartmoqth, BLA. fTrentJ. Librarian. I-l.J. Robertson, EA. in-Charge of Years I and 2 Dayboys .V thesis. Mrs. Judy Sabourin, B.A. lOtt ' . 1 .T.C. Mathematics. A.C. Thomas, Bac gr cf in ducation. Director of Music. Englishg ,J . . J. Valentine, B.A. fManitobaJ. Frenc , Hisfgfz ars 1 and 2 Dayboys while Mr. Robert 1 J is on tificate. An. E.L.R.,vyi11iams0n, - .f'fCarlet5hj. ,f 'S'., 'C . 1 ' 'Y' 1 , ' , A I I G.J. McGuire, B.A. CQueen' N, M. I F' ff P, BRIAN RAAFLAUB fleftj was born in Water- ford, near Brantford, Ontario, and attended Waterford District High School where he played football and took part in the model U.N. His summers were spent working in a grain elevator where his father was manager. His hobbies include playing the piano. Brian says he is impressed with the 'strong underlying discipline' of Ashbury and the fact that there is no typical Ashbury boy - 'each is complex, various'. Brian worked here with the lst Football Team and the lst Hockey Team. He returns to Waterloo after Christmas with the knowledge that he did a good job. Lefl: Dwight Stead and John Valentine. Mr. Latta is in the background, at right. Below: A windblown Mrs. Kennedy. 1 -Niirzg A hx- . - :xi 'X .a I i . . s '. 'sf , -1 K 'K - ' --Q X, .1 N ' 1173 ' . . ' t 5 . x- . 9- 1 A is . f . x . Lefl: Mrs. Olive Thurston. Right: Mrs. Elizabeth Bury. I 9 f l , 1 L, A . 9- .., i ,-lhovc: 'Jeep' Green and guardian angclx Picrrc Drouin, Eric Gall. Below: Mrs. Sophia Sclxl, Margaret Dalby, Mrs. June Gcnscy. 5-4 LAL' 4 Below: Mr. Glover and Mrs. Assaly, .-1 lmvex M r. Andcrxon. A Staff Scrapbook Above: Mr. Macoun at parents-staff party. Below: Mr. Thomas fighting off a fit of ennui Y N ,, .,-o 5 ff Above Mrs Mahoney hstens doubtfully to tall story from Gordon Q 2 , fum- , 1 J. Conyers Above: Mr. Guy Lemele. Top of Page: M Varley. K. Hunt tm Above: Mr. Pierre Gosselm K Hunt an a ...Q 3 LefrandAbove Two views of Mr Stableford Below Mr Fox Ian Wesson A CAREER SWITCH: NAVAL TO NOVEL Early in the I940's, HMS King George V was riding at anchor some distance off Gibraltar. It was night and the blackness of the starless sky ran into the blackness of the sea, with only the lapping of the waves to distinguish one from the other. The British battleship had recently seen action in the North sea and the North Atlantic, but this time was assigned a special war mission. As young midshipman Tony German stood at the rail staring out into the darkness, he could hear the muffled sounds of a tender but could see nothing, not even the faintest outline of the approaching craft. Then suddenly there was a small flare. In its brief glow shone the inimitable features of Winston Churchill. He was lighting his cigar. A master of the dramatic moment, he had chosen this way to announce his arrival at the ship that was to take him back to England following a historic summit meeting. Tony German recalled this night when we chatted on Friday. Now a retired naval commander, he has begun a second career as a writer and was in Calgary to talk about his first novel, a historical adventure titled Tom Pennyg however, with a seafaring background that dates back to 1909 when his father was one of the first seven cadets to join the Royal Canadian Navy, he also has a raft of fascinating stories about life at sea, so gradually veered in that direction. He joined the Canadian Navy in 1942 and was on loan to the Royal Navy at the time he was serving on HMS King George V. Continuing his recollection of that night, he said: I was only a lowly midshipman, so I never ex- pected to meet our distinguished passenger. But he came down to the gun room, which is the very junior officers' mess, and had a drink. Mrs. Churchill and their daughter Mary were with him. Then he said: 'Come along. I'll show you my map room,' and led the way to his centre of war operations while he was on board. Of course, it was surrounded by intense security, but he swept by the door, waved the guards aside, and we followed. i'Once inside, he indicated all the strategic maps on the well with a sweep of his arm, and went directly to one that included Italy. Then, with his finger, he searched for a certain area, saying: 'Clemmie, what was that little village in Italy where we spent our honeymoon? ' The young sailors, awed by his presence, were hanging on his every word. It wasn't until they'd I0 been ushered from the room with a salute and a 'good night' that they realized they'd really seen nothing, been privy to no secrets. Such was the powerful presence of this man, said Tony. He went on to tell of being on the crew of another battleship, the HMS Howe, which was involved with encounters with the Japanese in the Indian Ocean. He later joined the Australian destroyer HMAS Quiberon which was part of the British flotilla, and met Prince Philip, who was then first lieutenant of the destroyer Wizard. He was just another one of the fellows, although being the nephew of Lord Mountbatten did make him a little different. He was a first class naval of- ficer and everyone liked him. Tony stayed with navy after the war ended, and, having worked his way up through different staff appointments, eventually took command of the Canadian destroyers HMCS Sioux, Micmac and MacKenzie. While in charge of the MacKenzie he corresponded with the commander of the clan MacKenzie in Scotland, who allowed the officers to use the MacKenzie tartan in their dress uniforms. Upon leaving the navy in 1966, Tony started his own company and pioneered the operation in Canada of commercial hovercraft which were used at Expo '67 and later in I-Iudson's Bay and the Mackenzie Delta. I thought originally about fictionalizing some of my experience at sea, he mused. I'd never really done any writing except dull technical stuff in the navy, but it appealed to me. When I'd taken command of the MacKenzie, I'd been given a first edition of Alexander MacKenzie's late 18th century Voyages From Montreal, which triggered my interest in Canadian history. So Tom Penny is a story of what might have happened in that era. It's too bad that Canadian history is pictured as prosaic, simply because there were no clashes be- tween kings. Our forbears, who made this country, did it with guts and drive and determination. Canadian history is full of adventure. So that's how Tom Penny came to be written. It is a fast moving action story with generous dollops of factual Canadian History. The author's naval life also show through, with naval terms and jargon popping up when the story involves escapades on the sea. CANADIAN UNITY Tony German comes through as a man who loves his country with a quiet passion and concern. He is worried about the direction we appear to be heading: We've become so many little islands, not looking outward, not touching or talking with each other. ln spite of our great technical advances that should draw us closer together, we're drifting farther apart, he sighed. FORUM FOR YOUNG CANADIANS Five years ago he seized an opportunity to do something about the situation. As director of development at Ashbury College, an independent school in Ottawa, he developed the Forum For Young Canadians, a national education program which brings high school students to Ottawa from all parts of Canada to study government and political PT' processes. They hear speakers from parliament, visit the House and representatives of labour. They learn a lot about each and about Canada as a concept and a country. This e views with parts of the country transforms their outlook. With their inquiring young minds, common sense haul, he concluded. Linda Curtis - Calgary, Albertan AVE ATQUE VALE Tony German is leaving Ashbury after working here for five years. He has brought great energy to his job as Ashbury's Director of Development, the crisp organization of Old Boys' weekends, the professionalism of the Ashbury News and his Forum initiative suggest how marked was his contribution to the school. He did his share of binding the Ashbury 'family' together through his zeal to communicate not only Old Boys' news but also the continuing saga of Ashbury - its highlights of in- dividual and team efforts and the people behind the scenes who make the doing possible. We thank him and assure him, along with his wife, Sage, of a cordial welcome whenever they return for a visit. Kham Penny by Tony Gerinun Young readers will enjoy this exciting t.ile tili .i liufs danger filled journey from ai tmnquil Englisli village to .i new liome on tlie lrone tier ul. pioneer Canaria. The story develops .igiainst rin early nine teentli-century background eoinplete witli villains, srnugglers, fur traders and lumberjuel-ts. Q Peter Martin Associates l ll the 'J 6 3. 4: Y U1 51733.11 AN INTERVIEW WITH MR. WILLIAMSON Late last Fall, we interviewed Mr. Williamson about Magic the baby lion. ln the beginning, the cub was most probably bought from a zoo in an 'under the table' deal. The owner reportedly paid S500 for Magic, and tried to keep the cub in his apartment. One day, the owner brought the cub for a ride in his car. The cub, believed to have been stolen from the car, was later found near the Saint Lawrence River and returned to its owner. Eventually the owner came to a decision that he could no longer keep the lion cub simply because, at an age of three months, it already weighed 45 pounds and was growing rapidly. Searching for someone willing to adopt the cub, the owner found some individuals living in Quebec. Because they belonged to the Humane Society and had two acres of well fenced in land, the Williamsons received the cub. Mr. Williamson kept the lion, which he named Little Magic , until he could find it a proper home. The first person he contacted was Dr. Hutchison GOLDEN MA GI C who is the only veterinarian in Ottawa having special training and counselling for the treatment of exotic animal species such as leopards, ocelots, crocodiles and Jagurundi. Dr. Hutchison gave Little Magic a special diet to help strengthen the cub's health. Later Mr. Williamson attended a meeting of the Zoological Garden Association to find out where Magic could obtain a proper home. There he met Colonel Dailley, the owner of the Dailley was willing to take Magic if Mr Williamson would agree to pay the shipping charges. This Mr Williamson did, and the cub was tranferred to Rockton Ontario where, today, he lives a happy life in an attractive natural habitat. According to Mr. Williamson, Magic was quite a handfull to own because, at three African Lion Safari. Colonel .', months, the cub already weighed 45 pounds, that is about the same weight as that ofa large size dog. Lion cubs have spots when they are yery young. However, as the cub matures, these spots fade away. The male develops his mane w hen he is between -1 and 5 years in age and weighs approximately -100 io 500 pounds. Both the lion and lioness are, when mature, very powerful animals, they can, with one strike of a paw, break a cow's neck. Little Nlagic shows some affection but really does not play very much because when he was very young he was tal-zen from his lit- termates. Everyone should write to his own minister of Parliament as well as to Dr. Maclsein, head of the Animal Board of the Department of Agriculture, which supports projected legislation to control the importation of exotic birds and animals. Suggestions and comments might very well assist in the prevention of future tragedies such as that which almost befell Little Magic. By John Campbell and Danny Raina Photos by Jeannie White ,f vi, , it S, Z1 S- 0-.45 of Canada's Prime Ministers. His third wife, Hannah Wright, was a granddaughter of Philemon Wright, founder of Hull, and after Joseph died in 1884, she continued to live at 24 Sussex until 1901. The house was sold to Senator Edwards in 1902 for 530,000 and the Canadian Government bought it in 1946. In Joseph's time, the residence was known as 'Gorphwysfa' - Welsh for 'Haven of Peace'. In 1972, a female friend took a bus tour of Ottawa and was horrified to hear the tour conductress announce that 24 Sussex was built by one Joseph 'Couriay'. When corrected, she refused to change saying that was what she had been told to say. Cyril is not amused, even today. Cyril remembers sleeping in a bed made especially for the Prince of Wales' visit in 1860 fcarved in princely plumes, of coursej, which his grandfather bought after the visit. When John Lund, Lachlan Munro, Charles Zwirewich and I visited Cyril in October, he had already taken his walk to Clemow and Bronson and back, three times. He used to ride a bicycle regularly but after breaking his thigh three years ago he put his bicycle on blocks as a stationary exerciser and began walking. He has always loved exercise, this predilection combined with a regulated diet C'I boil my own wheat, he saidl and no smoke or drink partly explains why his memory is razor sharp and his body in enviable shape. At the age of 50, he recalls, he won a class 'B' badminton championship at the Ottawa Badminton Clubg not one of the other con- testants was over 35! Snowshoeing and hockey were favourite pastimesg as a young man, he played for Smiths Falls against Ottawa Aberdeens in the present Exhibition Cow Palace. We won 3-O, he says with relish. Bicycle racing in particular, makes an alert face even brighter than it is, in 1898, he won a race against William Jones who, in 1900, became the Canadian 5 mile champion. In another episode, he relates how he and Alfred 14 -Q, Q Turton practised tandem for weeks, then challenged Frank Wilson and Robert Mulhall, two of Ottawa's leading cyclists. Cyril chuckles: We won because the other two hadn't practiced together! 1- qfril attended Ashbury when it was located at 188 Wellington from 1894-1898. There were no -toranized sports, he says, only pick-up. One of 1 teams was called 'lronsides'. George P. oollcombe was Headmaster and a certain Mr. McMeekin sticks in Cyril's mind because he cured oikibliver Dickie of a bad stutter. ,.lAfk898, Cyril joined the Bank of Ottawa - it became the bank of Nova Scotia in 1919 - at a starting salary of S10 per month. Tftl-low did you live on S10 a month? I ask, rw ffiwinatea. t'!5 fq didn't, he replies. My father gave me another SIS. wvfwgs it difficult?' ' No. In 1899, I was sent as a 'junior' to Kempt- ville where I slept behind the counter in the bank. My fuodcost me S13 per month. Still, in 15 months, I saved M00 in gold pieces. I wish I still had them. In 1921, Cyril became accountant to three large estates - a job he held until 1961. He retired at 80, he says, only because the accounts were transferred toaTn1St Company. Qyril'S.four-square common sense and controlled energy sever him well at 96. He salvages grape boxes from l.G.A. and makes endtables or footstools from themg only the 8 screws which the job requires do not come from the original boxes fwhich were bound for the dumpi, and the finished product - the labels still on them -- stand unshakeably level and solid. He has taken apart at least 700 boxes and has made 150 tables from them. The scraps are used for kindling. Finally, Cyril has a notable stamp collection which for safety reasons, his son keeps. The collection includes several 1851 three penny Beaver, a Jacques Cartier set and unused stamps from Queen Victoria's Jubilee ranging from a half penny to a dollar. Come right in. I'll leave the door open. The invitation to come to lll 3rd Avenue is as un- complicated as the man himself. I imagine he is the same now as he was as a young man: vigorous, well- balanced, scrupulous in the performance of his duties t ln 40 years I've never had a run-in with the tax department! J, and above all, good company. There never was an easier man to interview. Cyril - here's to your next 96 years! D.D.L. with John Lund, Lachlan Munro and Charles Zwirewich. W W ' 'rid 1-'air'-.va gj il: z ' ri P 74 . ' Il '-12 , N . F ' . Q,-ef p f,.:5-,, .a'4'L gevf ,V , - ,.:. ' jsfgss-. W , ,a -4 1 , xx 'rye-A.. . 0.3-:s . .Q -w t X 1 . ,gi r-l t. Nl Q... 1, 3 ii ws 1' s N- I I x sl Y , fl.. . ,,. eggs- ' 13' A ' - l v I J L,-Pr Clothing and Bake Sale , it Above: Jon Eddy tries on a coat. -nv Y Av-s Above, an Right: Mrs. Heyd demonstrates the number of calories per cake, w Tottenham and Mrs, Joyce. THE LAD E ' GUILD ith Mrs iii THE BOARDERS ' n if' ,,, :A 5 I :'-g3f'5i,2, 15 1 o J' .- 5, ft 4 PY -4 1 l 511' 1. 'X .r JN ,'-43 fc ,.. t ? f ggi S ' -.ef Y.. fe Aww' - .ff ' M, Q WK x ' hx -s 1 ff , 1 it . . ty' ' L. , .u . r.,f 3 1 18 v H ,, yi Z' 3 Leff: David Tamblyn brings in the punchbowl. Above: Cam Morrison, Jim Davis, Alex Paterson savour Mr. Potter's punch. Mike Kronick on the right Above: Mitch Rosenberg, Mr. Potter, Mr. Thomas. -'Ii 'lb '-Q 9 I Photo by S. Perron F PE- .1 - H' A -xv af nf. 'T-' x-3.1, J l. Bruce Keyes on the right. 'wg' sg.: J -mx T5 gva .1-I Left: D. Tam- blyn. Below: .lim Posman and Above: Scott White. Top Right: Winston Teng. Photos by S. Perron. R1gh1:JohnnySciarra. THE END 1..v'5- ,r Ph0lOS Perron tlctt, ahn-.cl Rest: D.D.l. N H m 1 Above: Bermuda Boy James Conyers. Leflx John Campbell. Below Lqfl: A Persian slapshot by Arash Aazadeh. N 6 r f m N i x, t 'lf 4 I5 'K I-L .warg ffl A X45 5 fs'- li' W 4' 1 ag., ,. g 'wr .. .Q v 1 , 1? ' T L1 V .,4, uwa: A '85-Qt in f Q., L ' f A 'W 1 it 'avr ' 'Q' , 2 gt. y . . I., v.' .1 nl , . ,' Q. p . 1 arg fix ef '2- N .gg 43 uf . B 5 Q , o ' Q gr t J1: 'W' I A 99 rank H d e 155138 I ., as 1 'Q ff, an. . -,H + ff- -hd. 3-PQ.. ... . - ' . V sf. D 7 -..,.Q. n www A 1 .,- ,N-,..4,...44g-fx-:. :,u - D . ,-Govan , Above: David Beedell pursues the ball against Bishop's. Below: Nick Fonay strikes U, , , 6 deeply into enemy territory. 'A l - G3 , .S F , C abr' x0 X h' h Q ' A-4 A v ..: 'L I -. .-tbovex Alexis Chow. Below: s . -I QL... q- X Peter Robinson. b A, 1 jf V- N . 1. v - J v ' . , . 5-JI ' '.' , A wk X l R , 'I 4 ,ff .Q i ' ... iff' . 32 ,- F :xx I F.-Q v.: xx vwf' uh-1 ' 1 , . Q C f. - ,, , ' R -,I J A .I , L 4 .2 I HWY' fi 3 - ' if . . . ,qi-1 I ,'-,,.,.,f- ' , . MQ. A Photos: K. Hunt Front, Left: Michael Bravo, Doug Squires, Alex Paterson, Paul Deepan, Peter Robinson, David Beedell. Second: John Wenkoff, Nick Fonay, Kevin Fraser, Mike Nesbitt, Robert Smith, Alexis Chow, Casey Campbell, Mr. W.A. Joyce. Third.' Brian O'Connor, Frank Porreca, Bruce Nicol, Andrew Poon. l . I , Q . K ' I FT K f '-' 5 ' it x wr f' H . .QQ Y as em-fr .,-1 - r Fi? -'1 fi.-: k ll 'f'.5':i lie, ' .2211 - . ' f if-if Y -f. T' .Y ' i -, Right: Rick Konrad, James Conyers. Below: Bruce Taylor - back to normal? Jean Luc Beaudry below right. ' u K. Hunt Top Left: Kevin Fraser. Lefr: Bruce Nicol and Keith MacDonald. Above: Sara Murray, Charlotte Baril watch broomball. FOR SPIRIT WEEK 1978 - THE OUTRA GEOUS END IQ s., I gm' v al!! M. , , 5 ' 7 . 3' U Q- . , . , 'V 4,-1 fb. ,Ah X-...an 'rf :ffI'Q3:??q,j'fy-YI: FW' 1 ' if ' J Q ' 6 4 .f:, s.44frf.:'f.'i5w a -., fm? ui- I , . 1, +!w? W i 1 W 9 V ,ysb- P Oavifti -... . . ,w ,rw W.:-V fax- 5, Hia, 'l'w.,J,' .JJ I Q -mf: ' --V i 'm I P v 35. Q. .J 'if V-i v:s 3-5,1:f'r .Y 4 f i wr, -. 'E-F' V -x V 4 , :a i2 I-:WF ' , '..,l .- -gin 4' .5 I r ...Q v.,, Q wig ,, Su- V- , S-QHQ rj! , ., . ja y ,, -- '4 N--R , -M N: ' -A J ' ' wi-Las gli 34:-A -w-f +f ,- . .L-Lf- . ' 5'-'.. HDEMQ, A 9-f + 5 0 r , 6.84: i nr: -- 2' -'-2 4.!. 1.11. ' 'hgfll :Q +913 , y ,, - - f rf ,A h , A .Q :Ja-'Li' , ' ,f -- ' ' AY ,Q ' 3 M ff H -y -., . ' 1 nf' ' ' v ' 9 '.. 4- 'a' ' 'Q W ' J f Q .'. - I , .Y .' - s ev . .'-bf. ' 1 . -' o V, ,' -,755 ffl- ' 'V 5 P I ' u o ,ff 'f 'If' I ' 1 w J' ' . 4. I . ' ' A 13? - 4' Q ,tu gy ' 1 ,. ' L x '. 9 1. Ny. , g 'V . 4 -Ibme: Louise Roby. Below: Mierins pix- Lhmg out IO Keyes. RIYEZHII Keyes onthe run, mth Fogarty. Ag, .sm W. X wg ' r Jw... G A A -1'-v,.y-1 1' 'J X x . A -Q' H ' if ' . . vi 4: 1 F' - ar . l Hi' il rr, Uv -swf' Q 'dp 'i .- ,an ,',- , . wh X 1 A First Football Team Scrapbook 4--In 'X . 6111 .X, ' ew lx , . ,six-f. L fs, ,--- R+--14 49, sb- Q A M S . x 1 -'I A , , ,k.14,9A..',A-W THE FIRST FOOBALL TEAM Fron1R0w, Lefzx Andy Maxwell, Michel Langlois, Tim Farquhar, Robbie Surgenor, Steve Kirby, Kevin Keyes, Ian Rhodes, Pierre Vanasse, Andy Assad, Eric Gall. S6C0f1d.' Mr. R.l. Gray, Bob Shulakewych, Bernie Seyferth, Fergus MacLaren, lan Kayser, Alan Maybee, James Lay, D'Arcy Church, Steve Harris, Pierre Yves Caux, Mr. W.A. Joyce. Third: Brian Raaflaub, Esq.3 Pierre LaTraverse, Les Bejkosalaj, Samuel Chipman, Bruce Keyes. .4bS6I1I.' Justin Fogarty, Arnie Mierins, Thady Murray. TOPSCORERS Kevin Keyes - 47 points Ian Kayser - 36 points Arnie Mierins - 10 points Tim Farquhar, Justin Fogarty, Ian Rhodes -- 6 points ea. till! is 1 - hi , ,- ' --s-an-':.'.Q-.1 - . ' '75 vK'O -its - Q . I if Y I lv 'S ' ,. .cl' ' '.i.. F gr- A ' .0 . 4- . . J ' ' ' t 'ff' - . THE OLD BOYS' GAME Opposite Page, Lower Left: Our team was somewhat out weighted and right. but fought valiantly. vp ,,. .gg 4 .Airs - f-ff, J . T'.'12':'. : 1 ' 1 W ,.,...-av -0, T 'Xxvva 1' iff: ' v 5 ff 1, :N Y Q- I ig 5 4. 5- Above: Rene Howixh and Jim Beqaj. Right: Steve Comis. Below: The Old Boys fumble. Above: Rough going. Below: Mrs. Fogarty and Mrs. Keyes show differing emotions. 1 C' 1 'Q g K .xanga .c THE FINAL SCORE: ll-O FOR THE OLD BOYS. i X I 9 S, 'V' .il siunnuo- Q. Ai .2 54. 'F-11 Q iff N. U S. R,.u ij,-, j.. 1 1 il f HB Q , v 1-4' Iv? W 9 'Q P f. . H ,Q.lfg,1hp,,', ' .1 ' ' ,i?+g,..J. ' 'fivi-.Wy 'Aff '-', .P ' . 1.17:-' 'i:Z'Vf.'feQe21. ' 'I' X 14 .1 he . . 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Andrew Johnston and Ronnie Habeis. 11 .ii Ni lst SOCCER RESULTS lst FOOTBALL RESULTS vs. Carine Wilson: 39-0 Clost1 vs. Selwyn House: 34-18 Cwon1 . Selwyn House: 30-0 Cwon1 . Stanstead: 22-12 lwon1 . Carine Wilson: 14-7 flost1 . Selwyn House: 2-0 flost1 vs vs. Canterbury: 3-0 flost1 . Hillcrest: 1-0 flost1 vs vs. Rideau: 1-1 QO'Connor1 VS VS vs. Sir Wilfred Laurier: 6-0 llost1 vs vs. Belcourt: 1-l CPoon1 vs. B.C.S.: 18-13 Qwon1 vs. Stanstead: 4-0 fBravo 2, Chow, Fonay1 vs. Old Boys: ll-0 Clost1 vs. Ridgemont: 3-1 CPaterson 2, Chow1 vs. L.C.C.: 10-0 tlost1 . Lisgar: 3-0 tlost1 . Tech: 4-1 llost: Fonay1 Points for: 93: points against: 83. VS VS 2nd FOOTBALL RESULTS vs. B.C.S.: 3-2 lwong Fonay, Nesbitt, O'Connor1 vs. Hillcrest: 46-0 flost1 BANTAM FOOTBALL RESULTS vs. Loyala: 28-0 Clost1 vs. Laurentian: 42-0 Clost1 vs. B.C.S.: 13-6llost1fLahey 61 VS. Brookfield: 34-7 fTamblyn 6, Puttick 11 VS- Selwyn House: l3'0 41080 Stanstead: 20-12 fSunday 6, Warnick 21 vs. vs. Selwyn House: 25-6 llost1 Mahoney 61 VS. Philemon Wright: 27,0 most, vs. L.C.C.: 18-6 Qwon1 fParks 6, Orange 6, and VS. Glebe: 14-8 CTamblyn 6, Orange 61 B.C.S.: 0-0 Brearton 61 vs. Bishop's: 26-0 Qlost1 vs. Ridley Seconds: 20-6 lOwen 61 VS. VS . Osgoode: 35-6 CWarrick 61 THE SECOND FOOTBALL TEAM From Row: Winston Teng, Tom Bejkosalaj, Alan Roberts, Vincent Rigby, Brian Baxter, Cam Morrison, Isaac Aliferis, Jean-Gaston DesCoteaux, Andrew Brearton. Second Row: W.E. Stableford, Esq.: P. Gosselin, Esq.: Grant Phillips, David Tamblyn, Ian Nicol, Tony Almudevar, Robert Biewald, Brian Stants, Robert Orange, Scott Oakley, Bernie O'Meara. Third Row: John Holmes, Derek Benitz, Rick Konrad, Micheal Puttick, Craig Aris. 1 1 1 . I 1 1 .. . .,, , .T ,J ,.,,, ,.....--,. ,..- . ,,- ., ,.. , kv- s ur we .cv- K., . pgtcm M g HV 1 s ' i ' , iff 'ff 1,175--ilpk -Jig 5 r n . 1 ' if .5 'ii- w W fax, sf 9'.' ii' it 54 THE THIRD FOOTBALL TEAM r From: Ralph Evans, Pat Lahey, Michael Reece, Duncan Alexander, Michael Wang, Robbie MacArth, Date Corbett, lan Wesson, Peter Steele. Second: D.M. Fox, Esq.: Sean Murray, John Mahoney, Chris Wirth, John Kirkwood, Richard Parks, Peter Curry, Date Omen. left Mierins, Brian Fair, Eric Sl. Pierre, P.G. MacFarlane, Esq. I i l .X . 3- Photos by J. Conyers, K. Hunt. rs F4 'Msn 'L ... l l lli I 2324--lb ,.,...- ,Q . Q .l'lN 1 ' '.. VL f l' ,' - H- 4 - Lind - 1' - 'YV AVL- 'OU' '-I -854 . K Q A 1 I A vu' , I an' if - nm-...' N Z 'nf is 1. 1 L 1 'll ph- 0 A- W Q .4 , 1. -' '. f'?f: S -.-, --1'-1.-' - - - ' - 1. - r -I .. Selwyn House: 3-0 Clostl B.C.S.: 7-1 fwonl Sedbergh: 2-1 Cwonj Sedbergh: 1-1 ttiedl Sedbergh: 2-1 fwonj McArthur: 7-1 flostj Selwyn House: 1-1 Qtiedj Presentation: 7-3 fwonj B.C.S.: 2-2 Ctiedl ,. 1 'vo wi- ,gif ' Q ,-47 H ewgwv 4 1 I 1 ' -, .1 ,' -it Tia gag? A WE ' sv i Lefr: Chris Waller in flight. Above: lst and second team scrimmages oc- vasionally became quite violentg Mark Dale grazes Andrew Poon's head - tree kick anyone? Left: Team captain Ronnie Habets at Sedbergh. The top scorer was ' ' Bruce Bossons with 8 goals, Dumont with 4, Habets, Power and Somers with 2 each, and Eagle, Eddy, Haslam, Kadziora and Moilliet with 1 goal each. ZVMYQ. rfihm SECOND 'U' SOCCER i Q ' . - li' in Mark Eagle extends a grubby hand to a bravely smiling Mrs. Niles. George Petrakos and Mr. Niles look on dubiously. Right: Pierre Dumont tackles while Mark Eagle and Jon Eddy form the rest of the triangle. 32 I . I i P ., K i I i I V! I -4- ...M-1 wg ,X I M l W , ., .Q-Q v rw' f ' b 4 , X X lg From: Ronnie I-labels, Ray Haslam, Robert Tamblyn, Kevin Smith, Paul Kadziora, Sal Tegano, .lim Pmman. Seumd: DD. Liner, bq.: , Pierre Dumont, Andy Somers, Mark Eagle, Mark Dale, Jon Eddy, Mike Moilliet. Bruce Bossona. Third: Chris Waller. Eoin Power. George i Pelrakos. r I o It .dlmvex Paul Kadzlora. , li Above: Mr. Lister and team in the rain. Below: Bruce Bossons.Righr:Presentation. ' I ' I V V -. if . mf'-Q 9. 'Jw - Junior Football Again this year the Ashbury Junior Football team was entered into a regular Ottawa High School football league. Last year, the team won the Junior 'B' championship in the high school league, however, the Junior 'B' league was disbanded for 1977-1978 and we entered the Junior 'A' division on an exhibition basis playing against Glebe, Hillcrest, Laurentian, Brookfield and Philemon Wright. The Juniors realized that they would be up against some very strong opposition and they put forth a valiant effort in each game, especially against Glebe and Philemon Wright. The difficulties that they encountered with these teams was compounded by the fact that our squad was composed of rookies. The experience gained at this level of football, as novices, will be a definite asset to next year's team. In addition to league games we played exhibition games against Loyaola, Osgoode, Bishop's and Stanstead. Our best games of the season were with our traditional rivals Bishop's and Stanstead, games which revealed that Ashbury's major problem was in playing consistently good football for sixty minutes. The Stanstead games was characteristic of our lack of sustained concentration, at half time we trailed 20-O but in the second half we dominated the opposition completely proving that we could keep up 100070 effort. Unfortunately, the Stanstead defence maintained their concentration, too, by stopping Ashbury's offence twice within the Stanstead five yard line, and, with our two unconverted touch- downs, the final tally was 20-12. The importance of defense was apparent in the Bishop's game also with both teams having very few scoring opportunities. The result was a rare, scoreless draw. It was a 'long' season rich in experience which will prove to be invaluable to the players both on the field tl hopel and certainly in their own lives where the significance of thoroughly completing a job cannot be over stressed. The 1978 season looks promising with a large core of veterans returning to the team. To the players for their hard work and stead- fastness, and to Mr. Gosselin and Mr. Anderson for their assistance - my sincere thanks. Finally: congratulations to Cam Morrison QMVPJ and Jean Des Coteaux CMIPJ. W.E.S. Bantam Football The Bantam Football team got off to a reasonably good start this season in spite of a first game loss 112- 63 to Bishop'sg the score was the closest it has been in the past three years! We practiced hard after the loss to get ready for the game against Selwyn House at Ashbury. We made a poor showing, losing 32-6. The third game was against Selwyn House, again, and we played a much better game than before, although we lost 14-0. After this inauspicious beginning, the team felt 'down'. In preparing for L.C.C. we regained some of our confidence and the determination showed in the 28-6 victory. This game was the high point of the season -the one we choose to remember! A few days later we played against Ridley's Junior team and lost by the respectable score of 20-6, in spite of a David and Goliath mismatch! Our last game showed that late night pizza parties and the joys of lying around like lords in a motel are paid for the next day in tasting the bitterness of defeat. We lost 35-O. Lesson: it need not have been so bitter! Although we did not have a winning season overall, I think most of the team enjoyed playing anyway and learned something both about football and sportsmanship. I believe the Bantam team will be much better in the future because of its experience. Finally, we all owe many thanks to our patient coaches: Mr. Fox t Fox Wars! J and Mr. Mac- Farlane. by Messers MacArthur, Palme, and Steele. 179 ST LAURENT BLVD The Friendly Modern Neighborhood Store NICK SAIKALEY, PROP MANOR PARK GROCERY 34 , if? 1 I P 'ix Q ff P4 'xl N, v, A N L 1 ,fu 1-af, . 4 ' ' T'-E22 . , .J . Il. In ,414 .-Ag ' I .Ng ,FV 'F'.n'j1 A sv' f'- . v 'Ea if if I N K 2 af 1 ' 3 x i 'Ng.RACLE 5 mf Bflffmv rgwk Hoga th fx S 1 K of I f' . :Y , gf. i 'i 1 'I 42' 5 f , f I -. x XE , m 4 4 - -ffl -333, 4 fi, ,vi I, 5 Y , Lf ' . VE' 1 ' 1 -- . :- ' I. I ' , I A. ' . . I ,WI-'f f ' A L ll im - D of ,J 1 ' Q 4? 5 I. .,- 1 -5 -X? -4 '5 Above: The presentation to Kevin Keyes, Tim Farquhar, and Thady Murray. . , Q f 2 S ff. J 42.1 :X ' : R , -U ' L-Ju' .:'.: 36 -f Above: One reason for the team's success was goalie John Rogers fThe Irvin Cup: M.l.P.l. Leflf Smilin' Bill. Below: Pierre LaTraverse scores! ,.-'j- gs 3' -E .- F . .J W A do V., , .J FIRST HOCKEY JUNIOR .B, CHAMPS 1978-1979 sw. 45 l '- 'O ' . , I- Q W' in 'X ws J , 9' f 5-'ai 5- Lefr: Thady Murray. Above: Tim Farquhar in action around the goal. Lej7: Rogers mobbed. Below: Rogers. LaTravcrse Maxwell. Above, Left: Victory parade. Above, Right: Stableford, Mr. Joyce and the presentation. Kevin 1 , x I I ' Photos: D. Church Keyes and Tim Farquhar. Below: Mr fir First Hockey The senior hockey team got off to a shaky start in the pre-Christmas round robin schedule for the Ottawa High School league: however, with the addition of a few new players and some extra practices we were beginning to play together as a team heading into the 'B' Division competition. After Christmas, Ashbury's game improved steadily: positional play and checking became consistent and 'heads-up' hockey was the result with fewer penalties and greater puck control than before. The team finished the schedule in a tie for 3rd place with a .500 average. Ashbury played exceptionally well in the L.C.C. tournament against the other independent schools. We defeated B.C.S. and had two close games, losing RESULTS: Ashbury vs. Highland: 3-2 Hillcrest: 0-4 Tech: 3-5 Highland: 1-5 Laurentian: 5-4 Playoffs: Ashbury vs. Glebe: 5-2 Glebe: 4-4 Highland: 2-3 Highland: 2-1 Highland: 6-1 JUNIOR HOCKEY RESULTS tStanstead Midget Tournamentl vs. Stanstead: 5-4 vs. B.C.S.: 3-15 vs. Presentation: 4-3 vs. B.C.S. Midgets: 7-l vs. B.C.S. Midgets: 5-2 vs. Amherst: 4-2 vs. Amherst: 1-1 . 15- A' ., .fi 1 .-I T J 1 Q. K. .f B3 -1 to L.C.C. and Stanstead. This tournament, as preparation for the playoffs, gave us confidence that we could play good hockey for an entire game. In the semi-finals we outscored Glebe 9-6 in a two game total goal series. We were then pitted against Highland Park for the championship. After drop- ping the opening game 3-2, we won the next contest 2-1. In the final game we received some strong goal tending as we dominated Highland Park 6-1. I thank the players for their superb effort and the manager for a job well done. Finally, congratulations to our trophy winners Thady Murray fM.V.P.J and John Rogers fM.I.P.J. This was a season we can all be proud of. W.E.S. Independent Schools: Ashbury vs. L.C.C.: 1-3 Stanstead: 4-6 B.C.S.: 4-1 Centennial: 5-2 JUNIOR HOCKEY RESULTS vs. B.C.S. Midgets: 0-10 vs. B.C.S. Juniors: 4-2 vs. B.C.S. Midgets: 4-8 vs. Sedbergh: 3-0 vs. Sedbergh: 9-1 vs. MacVal Development: 1-4 vs. Presentation: 6-1 vs. B.C.S. Juniors: 7-1 vs. L.C.C.: 6-8 vs. Bruce Fuels: 0-8 vs. Centennial: 15-0 vs. Bruce Fuels: 3-2 vs. MacVal Development: 6-3 Far Left: B Bellamy Cup! Lefl: Eric St vie! B o s s o n s fM.V.P.: The Pierre: C'esl la ui'-j - -' Y 1 Q First Hockey Fronl, Left: Michel Langlois, Bruce Keyes, Kevin Keyes, James Lay, John Rogers. Back: Mr. W.A. Joyce, Mr. W.E. Stableford, Brian O'Connor, Grant Phillips, Robbie Surgenor, Pierre Yves Caux, Andy Maxwell. Steve Kirby, Steve Harris. Junior Hockey Front, Left: Jean-Gaston DesCoteaux, Bruce Bossons, Alex Paterson, Andy Assad, John Mahoney. Back: Mr. D.A. Fox, Mark Freeth, Eoin Power, Mark Eagle, Mike Nesbitt, Pierre Dumont, Mike Palme, lan Wesson. 'si .- Above: Andy Assad digs for the puck. Lefl: Breakaway! Bruce I . . Bossons. Below: March practice. Below: He shoots! L.. EY .1 A 1 lf if A JUNIOR HOCKEY SCRAPBOOK Lqfli Richard Parks, Bruce Bossons, Mike Palme, Mr. Fox. , gl 5 Ill 'xlxilrnmllul r , X lil I II lf! llnN1xh11x 4 S ig X X my ill Iillllllgl x rll Ill A lf L nm ugx it ', -Ji A f eu. W ' I ' I IN PRAISE OF THE LADIES GUILD Lefl: Bruce Bossons receives M.V,P. from Mr, Anderson. Eg I 5 4 1 I J , 1.15 -1. xQFl?l3ffLi1f- --f'e4f,ii'lz-,fh iw SENIOR FOOTBALL QM V P J The SENIO Lee Snelling Trophy - K. Keyes. T e 'Tiny' Hermann Trophy QM.I.P.J: Arnie Mierins. JUNIOR FOOTBALL Csee photoj. BANTAM FOOTBALL fnew - M.V.P.J: R. Parksg special mention C. Wirth. SENIOR SOCCER lM.V.P.J: The Anderson Trophy - Robert Smith. lM.I.P.J: Frank Porreca. JUNIOR SOCCER CM V PJ The ' 'Sander , ..x., , .,, I ., ,f, . if f 4. Photos by D.D.L. Underlying photo of Richardf Sellers holding The Anglin Trophy Chest in- dependent school teamj and The Bemie Shaver. Trophy for the O.H.S.A.A. Ski Championship. Below: Thady Murray - The Stratton Memorial Trophy for the best lineman and The Fraser Trophy QM.V.P.J - Senior Hockey. Below: Cam Morrison. Above: R. Brown tM.V. Curlerl. Cam Morrison won: M.V.P. - Jr. Football lThe Barry O'Brien Trophyl. Below: Mr. Conyers, Mr. Woods, Righ1:Mr. MacLaren, Mr. Martin. I l Top 14111: Dand Bccdcll, Bernie Sander lNlosr Yultmhlc 1 Skier Trophyl. lop: Bryce Gormley lNl.l.P. - Bantant Foolballl, W 5 l X.: lg i Above: Kern Bouchard. Above: Stuart Graingxer tN1.V.P.l - Jr. School Hockey. I l l ll ll 4bove: Jean-Gaston De5Coteaux - Nl.I.P. Jr. Football, Jr. Hockey. I THE CURLING TEAM Mr. E.E. Green, Ross Brown, David Welch, Charles Zwirewich, Gordon Goudie. SEASON RECORD 4 won 4 lost 1 tied OTTAWA JR. MEN S Bell -lost S. Carleton - won Hillcrest - won Charlebois - won Nepean -lost TINY HERMANN Hillcrest - won Glebe fGirls'J -lost I E sr 1978 From Errc Komgsmann Dawrd Beedell Rrehard Sellers Graeme Clark Berme Sander Back Mr Ray Anderson, lan WEDNESDAY, JANUARY 18th: 4 K.M. course against Sedbergh and Presentation H.S. 30 racers took part: lst - B. Sander - I4:45g 2nd - D. Beedell - 15211: 3rd - E. Konigsmann - l5:57: 4th - R. Sellers - 16:24g 6th - G. Clark - l6:393 9th - I. Martin - 17:05. SUNDAY, JANUARY 22nd: 6Vz K.M. course. Tough, hilly. lst - D. Beedell - 24:58g 4th - E. Konigsmann - 25247: 5th - B. Nicol - 25:57g 6th - R. Sellers - 26203: 7th - I. Martin - 26:31g llth - G. Clark - 28137: 16th - B. Gormley. The team won by 4 minutes overall. Independent Schools Meet: Lakefield WEDNESDAY, JANUARY 25th: 12 K.M. course. 7 schools and close to 50 competitors took part. ln the senior race, Ashbury took 3rd place behind TCS tlstl and Lakefield in poor skiing conditions. STANDINGS AND TIMES: B. Sander t3rdJ - 48:27. E. Konigsmann t4thJ - 51:26. 1. Martin tl2thl - 56:69. G. Clark t13thJ - 56:90. R. Sellers t15thJ - 57:70. B. Nicol t17thJ - 58:80. B. Gormley t25thl - 63:98. Ottawa Valley H.S. Championships TUESDAY, FEBRUARY 14th: 10 ILM. at Nakkertok. 11 teams: Ashbury 2nd. WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 15th, 3x5 K.M. relay race. Ashbury was first by almost 3 minutes and declared 1978 Champions. The team in cluded R. Sellers, D. Beedell, Konigsniann, 1. Martin, B. Nicol, B. Sander. 5th Annual Nakkertok H.S. Relays SATURDAY, MARCH 4th: 3x5 K.M. 39 teatns from I7 high schools. Senior: Earl ol' March - 59:30. Junior: Sedbergh - 64:42. Girls: Colonel By H.S. - 69:35. Ashbury Senior 'A' - 2nd in class, 2nd overall tSander, Beedell, Konigsmann. Senior 'B' - 4th in class, 6th overall tMartin, Clark, Sellersl. INDIVIDUAL PLACINGS: D. Beedell t2ndl - 19:47. B. Sander t3rdJ - 1948. E. Konigsmann t5thJ - 20:18. I. Martin t8thJ - 20:38. JUNIOR TEAM: M. Molozzi, D. Stone, B. Gormley were entered as a team for the purpose of obtaining racing experience. Season Results The team competed in 12 inter-school races: 3rd - twice 2nd - three times lst- seven times A truly remarkable performance! Compliments cy' S . D. L . HEAD OFFICE St Laurent Shopping Centre 270A Albert Sl 746-6418 233-1132 440 Hinton Ave , , , , 729-5845 g?Ql:g:ls graces Geo. H. NGIITIS, Prescription Optfcfan L,nCO,,, was Shoppmg Gem 22:22. 340 McLeod st en 234-3425 236-6206 47 COAST TO COAST COMPUTER SERVICES NETWORK WZ Computel Systems Ltd 1200 St Laurent Blvd Ottawa Ortarlo KIK 3B8 Tel C6131 746 N353 Ha I :fax QuebecC uty Montreal Toronto Wunnupeg-Calgary Edmonton Vancouver Vlctorla Com F The old nzusic room: Left below. '91 'Wm' MUSIC An evening of questions. Friday evening, October 21st, the sleep-over weekend organized by Mr. Green was led off by an evening of student-teacher exchange. A lively question and answer period was followed by an equally interesting student-teacher debate. Lauchlan Munro was M.C. for the evening while Michael Sourial acted as moderator for the question and answer period. Mike would blithely call out the name of a student questionner who would, in turn, stand up to pose a question to one of the three teacher-panellists and have his name ostentatiously recorded for 'Christmas time referral'. Highlights of the evening are sure to be remem- bered . . . Mr. Niles stabbing at the air with his famous finger while stroking his beard 1equally famousj and explaining how its disarray was related to how busy he was. Not to be outdone by Mr. Niles, Dr. Hopkins threatened the audience with a jagged, broken hockey stick while describing the risks in- volved in chemical experimentation in a loony bin. Mr. Varley, Ashbury's spectacled Biology teacher, when asked what he felt was his most interesting dissection, replied: Cats are fun . After the question period, Graeme Clark called the debate to order. On the government side were messers Potter and Varley, and Mrs. Davies defending the resolution that The British Are L- .li 48 Superior . The opposition consisted of Wayne Chodikoff, Bruce Hicks and David Welch. As the members of the government were introduced, Elmwood girls cheered and the opposition became somewhat depressed. Mr. Potter led the debate off with a superbly delivered speech and was strongly supported by Mr. Jansen and Mrs. Davies who talked eloquently about such things as British custard pie throwing contests. Messers Welch, Hicks and Chodikof f had something to say but unfortunately it did not 'come out right'. They were undoubtedly unnerved by the flower in Mr. Jansen's lapel. The audience had a good chuckle and voted unanimously in favour of the resolution. WAYNE CHODIKOFF Mr. Barry Turner - Development Barry was educated at St. Pat's College High School where he was chairman of the High School Athletic Association. He took a B.Sc. in Biology at University of Ottawa, graduating in 1969. As an undergraduate, Barry was Director of Initiation in the Faculty of Science and Engineering 119663, member and manager of the Intercollegiate Basketball team for three years, Sports Editor of the University paper for three years, twice recipient of the Gagne Trophy for the student who contributed most to the organization of athletics, and CUSO Chairman on campus 11968-691, later, he received the Gee-Gees Football Association 119773. Barry's first job was as Game Management Officer in charge of the 1400 sq. mi. Mkomazi Reserve in Tanzania 169-711. He then spent a year as a Parks Officer with a particular interest in Terra Nova National Park in Newfoundland. Two years of graduate studies at U of O followed on a CIDA scholarship during which, he was Finance Com- missioner of the Student Federation. 1974 saw him both in Panama on a CUSO contract and in Tanzania again as Wild Life Instructor dealing with Park management, development, and planning. Before being hired by Ashbury he was Programme Officer with CIDA involved with 10 international agricultural research institutions. With such a wide experience in the management of men, resources and money, Barry has much to offer Ashbury. D D L 4 I I' i ' Ji a' , x ., H n A PL ' WORD 5 a,5,,,. i no , , V M. A?-'E hx .Xwxx , - Q ., YL .- . p ,VX . ' X X PROSE It snowed agam morning I went out to stood 1 Q 49 :.a4'ogff,i:,.v-1.1 , if Wifx V 1 1 -'up' 2-ff-: - 5 , ,, 5 - Sin, is '- -- 'X' THE POET- his feelings, his heart. , llltGilSiW ofhis pen. ' to-himself for answersg to the universe g fitapme questions, Q in time, the mighty secrets of life are revealed ,And all creation -bows to him - A who answers all. ' ' - ' BRIAN BAXTER ' ' ARS POETICA ' , Poem, you are rough-cut and graceless, Like chewed fingernails: . You beckon from every word I write And. every ,word I shapeg You livein every pen I hold And slide in between equations 'Like a snake into a bed. You hijack my good intentions, And now, spread out on paper, You shame me ' . .Like an embarrassing uncle. G. CLARK EXPLANATION QORAPOLOGYJ f V , Q ' V -fi E,-a :A H -I H fit, 5-LW V A i 'ff THOUGHTS OF JAYNE - THB NIGHT SHE ' ' ' ,fin 'f f' 'r 4' ' Bubbling, sparkling, content - . g She spreads joy and peace To all she touches or brushes or sea: Gentle while firm, Wholesome and good, Yet pleaslngly imperfect and impetuous - She renews, restores and refreshes. And smooths life's bumps with a smile. A pretty, not gorgeous woman - , As beautiful a person as l have everknown. Thanks for existing - Thanks. B.BAXTER' TONE POBM 1 A burning sun in an auburn sky . fighting to stay alive But losing its fight as it sinks like a balloon slowly leaking support. It bobs through the air bobbing, tuming-falling. ' I watch it amazed. The sun unfolds, petal hy petal, closing at night for hibemation. The little man huddled in blankets. A warmth freed his body. What is a tone poem? lt is an exercise in seren- dipity, in the association of ideas, in taking verbal risks - in a word - intuition. Tone poems are not without conscious control, the control is partly in the sineerity of response and without this quality tone poems break down into crude practical jokes - the adolescent bray that mocks seriousness or the effort of language seriously played with. l-low do you D0 a tone poem? Give each student in the class a blank sheetg each student invents a line ofpoetryghehandsthesheettohisneighbourwho writesalineinresponsetothelirstlinegtheseoond boy then folds down the first line before passing the sheet on to his neighbour who is to reply to the second line without seeing the first line. And so on. Poems l and4:Grade l2.2and3:Grade 10. If the exercise seems absurd, so be it. Students 'noetltohetaughttohuntmeaningandtopursueit like I-lughe's thought-fox on the page. D.D.l. 51 ' TONE POEM 2 Life is too short to miss, It is full of ups and downs. Butlife goes on - I TONE POEM 3 Life is like a flower Which blossoms and blooms P P Y J P In a dazing way, it goes on As the etals o ened, m heart um ed r - . fdark or light, sun-down o In the dark blue waters ' Flow through the night Like a wolverine: Teeth bared with greed, Wanting the whole world To live a full life. i sun upl. Life goes on and on. Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall Are all in one. And the Spring is almost coming Like a silent, engulfing thunder The rain comes pouring down Hitting everything in sight. The world turns so clean It can never happen again, Life is a garden full of weeds and flowers, The art of living is the distillation of flora, The instincts of life, the survival of mankind - And all of this rests upon my shoulders. The Inca sun in a blaze of bronze The citadel-blanketing epics of the past A past so long forgotten A memory to far away Far away to a memory I sailed on in my magic warship Fighting mind-dragons I often let Sunday drip by Like a large ice-cream in the sun: I lie back and breathe in the sky While math problems wait to be won. The day yawns and stretches with care Like a fat, mid-afternoon cat, While the minutes waste into air, And I tell myself: Work? I can't! The math remains, the ice-creams melt, But I am proud when I can say, I had an agnostic Sunday And did nothing - without guilt! G. CLARK THE CAPTAlN'S SHIP: ELEGANCE The harvest moon breaks through the clouds that clutter the dark and lonely sky. A beam of moonlight shines over the swells, catching each crest in its light as a small yacht faces the cruel sea, her sails full, her tiller strong, on a course leading away from the shores and out into the open sea. She rises to the peaks of the mountains and falls down into the deep valleys with a thud that echoes through her hull and with a splash of water that drifts back over her decks. All is silent in this dark night except for the wind that whistles through the rig and the constant pounding of the ship's back upon the waves. Her captain stands at the helm with his back to the shore and what used to be is all in the past as he stares off her bow and into the night with dreams he once had and with ones he has kept. The smoke drifts from his pipe in the cool southern winds back towards the shore, and so do the memories he has brought along. But now it is time, time for a change . . . Her name was Elegance. She was a good ship. She was all he ever had, she carried a cargo of his dreams, his past, his wisdom. Aye! she was a good shipg she fought through the wind, the waves, the night to bring to her captain what he sought in life. Her hull bore scars of battles, of victories and of the agony of defeat, but still her bow stood high above the waves as she sailed to windwards through the day and into the night giving all she had to last out the fight. The waves pound at her hull, as does the wind against her sails. The rain comes down and soaks her decks hoping to see her as a wreck. Through the November storm she sails carrying on board her captain, her master, her friend. For as he is the one who talks her through the night, he is the one who never gives up the fight, through the wind, the waves, and the rain he holds her - crying words to them through the battle until the seas give in and draw calm in silence, and the sun breaks through and dries her decks as they sail onwards into the next day. Dave Tamblyn TEARS FOR TOMORROW It was one of those moments, one of the very rare ones, when a child looks absolutely adorable. She was standing in front of me, wondering but uncertain of my thoughts, yet vain in the slightest and most innocent way possible. She was wearing a little pink dress with decorative white frills, like kids used to wear in the movies, and she wore it like that. Her figure was a mound of chubby baby fat and for now it suited her well, her face had the same fullness with rosy red cheeks that puckered almost con- temptuously at the breeze. Her eyes were the real beauty - the real her, everything else was merely a setting for those eyes. They were large and brown, gripped with love and excitement, watering with the anticipation of the next thing to walk into her life. Here, in the eyes of this little girl, was a genuine, unblemished, uncorrupted appreciation of life for its own sake. Such a thing was so exhilirating in its refreshment, so beautiful in its simplicity, so overwhelming in its apparent ease, I swung her high in the air and then into my arms and kissed that beautiful face again and again with the futile desire that these eyes might never change. Mark O'Farrell , s 45--5 Canada's leading iewellers in principal cities from coast to coast Beauty at Birks if- ' 53 THE HOLE There was a hole in the greenery of the woods Where the sun beamed down only to turn to dust. The trees withered away in the cool fall breeze, And leaves were scattered with every gust While the dull roar of guns sounded in the distance. I-Ie lay there paradoxically still, And the river flowed through bushes and branches In a detour at the bottom of the hill. He had toppled and turned for 'years' on end Until he stopped -inthe hands of our mother. He had stopped, finally, at the very bottom of the hill, Where the river now became another. His face, hollow and permanently untroubled, Was the idol of every man's self As it appeared like a dream on the bottom of the slope, To be a gift taken right off the shelf. There was, however, one out of place factor Present in this soft bed of peaceg That was, to the man's misfortune, the one clever fact: The two red dots that made this man cease. JOHN KIRKWOOD OBSERVATION: CITY-WAY DINER From an outside glance, the City-Way Diner was no different from any other diner, but inside, there lay a mystery to be solved, a crime to be investigated, and a certain waitress I saw every day while she walked to work. Perhaps it was curiosity, perhaps it was a strange sort of love that compelled me to enter, but the fact was, I was there, seated and facing her. She had long hair tied at the back into a loose pigtail, and her sleeves were rolled up revealing her bony elbows. She was leaning on the wall when she said: What would you like? I replied without hesitations: What would you recommend? Uhh . . . try the soup of the day . . . it's - Harryln she screamed to the cook, I-larry! What's the soupa the day? Never mind, miss, I'll take it. She turned to me and glared at my shining red face and said, Okay, big shot. Anything else? As she said this, 54 her hand reached up and commenced twirling a strand of hair which hung down in front of her ear, while her other hand, receipt book and all, burried itself in the pocket of an old sweater she was wearing. The sweater's pocket was torn, and the front of it was splashed with uncountable drops of bean sauce. Nothing, thanks, I said. How long have you worked here? Her whole appearance changed and she took on the look of a mouse peeking from its hole. Not very long. Why? You seem very young for this sort of job, that's all. Well, I'm not. Anyway, what do you care? The hand went up to her hair again and her looks changed from the mouse to the tigress. I said: It's not important. Thanks for the excellent service. Ya . . . WARD YATERNICK I, TERRIFIED Slowly, sliding, slipping away: a house, a home, a life I would never return to. People behind, broken and hurt, with scars of dreams dissolved. Friends mourning my side - scared for me, of me: and new power my decisiveness exuded. I, terrified, dismissed security - terrified sought momentary refuge in the happier past. I, terrified, considered my future. There was a realization: I was my guardian, my protector. I would do the falling, And I would do the picking up. I would be responsible for food - Always. There was an excitement in the fear, a longing to try, to progress, to show them all. There was boyhood in the man, Years later, yet with an underlying manliness there was still a strength: in the boy. some spent, There was a determination some saving for the rainy days to succeed - Still growing on, like nothing I had ever felt. still driving, There was a power still trying to be strong. in me blended in fear - MARK O'FARRELL a disciplined combination that would drive me to maturity. g ss The Belcher Prize For The Best Short Story In The Sr. School ESCAPE IN THE SNOW The fog is too thick to walk now, said the guide. We must go on, replied the Traveller unflinchingly. The guide turned and gazed a moment at the sombre figure, and yielding before the glance of the eyes impenetrable in the shade of the greatcoat's cowl, he said: Let us walk on, then, for soon it will be night . . . They went on, tripping on the stones of the old mountain path, their breaths adding their mist to the dense fog which hung in the evening air, till they reached the elbow of the track, and then they were gone. The Italian Alps in the fog are a sublime spectacle, when seen from a distance in the late afternoon. The mountain seems to veil itself, covering the dazzle of the snow with a grey misty mantle which appears to be living, its shadows moving and frolicking as the breeze makes the tall walls of fog flutter. The mist, with the approaching sunset, takes on colours of fire, the sun majestically setting clothes the mountain in Roman purple and blood red, in the grey of the fog and the white of the snow. From everywhere, weather-birds, attracted by the oncoming snow, flock around the mount and lengthily glide in the shade, their white throats which reflect the sun punctuating the dark with dots of light. Then comes sunset, and as the birds gliding now appear dark against the sinking fiery sphere, the whole mountain seems to take on a new existence and a new life for the night. The fog becomes dark, and as the horizon slowly changes from the rose of dusk to the deep, Oriental blue of the night, the mountain appears to the eye but as a sombre mass beneath the stars. In that year 1799, Piedmont, conquered by the ambitious new French Republic on the battle fields of Mondovi, Castiglione, Arcola, Rivoli and Tolentino in 1796 and 1797, and given back to Austria by the treaty of Campoformio in 1798, was hardly rising from the anarchy in which the whole Alps region was plunged by the war. Switzerland was shaken by the French armiesg the Pope, prisoner, had been brought 56 to Valence, and there were rumours that he had escaped, Lombardy was ruined and Venetia destroyed. Europe was well into the sombre years of revolution which saw the end of the 18th and the dawn of the 19th centuries. On the western slopes of Mount Viso, in the range of the Three Bishops, guarding the Vars Pass on the Italian side, is a small village called Mantuogli. At the time of this story, above the few houses clutching to the mountainside, the banner of Austria clacked atop a mast on the terrace of the small fort. This fort housed a half-company of regular mountaineers, who patrolled the border for French intrusions and for smugglers. This garrison, com- manded by a lieutenant, resided in the old mossy bastion. On that cold autumn morning, a mounted messenger galloped out of the fog towards the fort, the hooves of his horse resounded on the boards of' the drawbridge. Lieutenant Pacelli was in the yardg the envoy's horse halted before him, and as the messenger hailed him, the officer asked: What news now? Smugglers are reported in the range of the Three Bishops, Lieutenant. A despatch from Vienna orders us to catch them alive. A despatch from Vienna? wondered the officer, examining the document, and giving it back to the messenger when he had read it. He ordered the messenger away and the half- company to be ready. A half an hour later, the soldiers in a long column were going up the narrow mountain paths of the Three Bishops. In the part of the Alps which is about halfway between Switzer and the Mediterranean, there are three independent ranges: the northern most and largest is the Champsaurg then, slightly to the east, is the Parbaillong and on the south is the Three Bishops range. These ranges are renowned for the fog which makes them as difficult to climb as the toughest of the Vanoise mountains, and at the time of this story, the two northern ranges were French, the Three Bishops being Austrian, as a part of the Kingdom of the Two Sicilies. These three ranges are roughly at an equal distance from Valence and Aosta. Look! said the Traveller, suddenly. The guide sprang to his feet and looked in the same direction. A few ridges down, through the fog, a column of soldiers could be seen, going up towards them. First came an officer, with a feather in his hat and his drawn sword glittering in the sun despite the fog. Then a standard-bearer, carrying a flag which the absence of wind made it impossible to distinguish, the silk was full of reflections playing on the surface of the fabric, and when for a second or two the wind made the folds of it flutter, plays of irridescent colours animated it. The company behind - for it was a company strong, as far as the Traveller and the guide could judge, was bearing on their shoulders rifles whose bayonets shone rhythmically with their climbing movements. Then the fog became suddenly thicker, and the troops below were drowned in the mist and hidden from the sight of the two fugitives. The French . . . said the Traveller. Are you sure they are French? retorted the guide. The Traveller shrugged. We are in French territory, he said. The soldiers were sitting down in a circle to rest. Who can this be we're chasing so madly? said one of them. I say it's the King of Spain! No, The Emperor of China! Why not the Pope? The company laughed. It must be some rich French noble, if not a chief smuggler, said the oldest and most respected. Anyhow, what if it were the Pope? he added as if for himself. Where are we now? asked the Traveller stand- ing on the ridge as they were about to begin their descent down the other slope of the mountain. I know not, sir, answered the guide. Fog and fog . . . all the way from the city. . . Yes, fog for three days now. But can you say at least roughly where we are? If we are in the Champsaur Pass, we must be approaching the Vars Pass, and if we are in the Parpaillon, we have passed it two days ago. We should be in the Champsaur, if we did not err in the fog, but I have no reference in the landscape. When can we be at the border, at best? If we are in the Parpaillon, it should take us two more days, through Chambeyron Pass, to the plains and Austrian territory. And if we are in the Champsaur, as we should be? One day and a half down to Vars Pass, and down to the plains in six days by the valley - or twelve by the mountain - both ways are dangerous. Dangerous? exclaimed the Traveller. And why? The guide shrugged. Bears in the mountains, the French in the valley . . . Had the shadow of the cowl not been so thick, the guide would have perceived the flinching which agitated the Traveller's countenance at the mention of the French, but he did not see it, and, hearing no more questions, he fastened his pack on his shoulders and both, rising, went on their way. The same afternoon, as the guide turned to survey the path behind him, he thought he saw a few dark spots on the ridges. He did not tell the Traveller, for the ridges were quite far away, and he did not want to alarm him needlessly. But two hours later, when he turned again, the doubt was not possible anymore: he could see, through the thinning fog, about two miles behind them, their rifles glittering in the sun, and deployed in a wide line, a group of soldiers quickly gaining on them. It was impossible, at this distance, to distinguish the colour of the uniforms. The guide became pale. The French . . . he said. Let us walk on, said the traveller. They went on down the slopes, towards the plain they could not see, they walked more quickly now, for each minute was precious. The soldiers, on the flank of the range of the Three Bishops, were going down, on barren rock now, but blinded by gusts of snow which suddenly began to rage on the entire range. The mountain world is always a strange and fantastic one. Be it in the fog or in the snow, in the sun or in the rain, in the night or in the day, on the first slopes or on the summits, the mountain is always 57 special. Be it only this strange, eerie sensation, this atmosphere of silence full of noises which add to it rather than break it, this peace of sight and sound which makes the mountain the majestic overlord of the landscape on which it imposes itself, be it only the pure air and the quality of the cold-yet-soft breeze in calm times, and of the harsh, yet noiseless winds in moments of tempest, be it only the simple yet infinite palette with which the mountain colours it slopes, the contrasts and mergings of the horizons, the tricks played by rain or snow or sun as their endless, dazzling tapestries transform a world of water into one of plain or sky, for this mountain is a universe by itself. Snowgusts are a part of this universe too and matchless is the sight of the brilliancy of their flakes when caught by the sun's rays. Millions of golden butterflies surround the snowfields, flying idly, but they are butterflies for an instant only, as long as the sun holds them in its fingers - and the next moment they are snowflakes again. Such gusts surrounded the soldiers at that moment. They had taken their snowshoes off, and the noise of the heels on the rock was resounding on the mountainside - incongruous sound of war in this universe of peace. Suddenly the sergeant touched Lieutenant Pacelli's arm. There they are! he shouted above the whining of the wind. The Lieutenant tried to pierce the wall of fog with his eyes. We could not have come to the tree line yet, he said. It must be they! And throwing his arm forward, he led the soldiers on at a more rapid pace. This time, they would reach the fugitives within an hour - before they could ever dream of attaining the border. The guide and the Traveller were standing on a promontory on the ultimate ridge before the valley, the former attempting to pierce the fog with his eyes to determine at last which ridge they were on. It was late afternoon, and the snowgusts had ceased. Suddenly, a bullet whistled by their ears. A hundred yards back, the soldiers were pointing their rifles at them, their green and white uniforms standing out sharply against the snow. Austriansl cried out the Traveller. At that moment, the fog lifted, unmasking down 53 the slopes a valley full of vines, and the warm sun seemed to give back to the mountain the life it had lost. The guide cried out: The valley of Pontesciarra! We were in the range of the three Bishops all the time - in Austrian territory! The valley of the Pontesciarra, the Traveller repeated slowly. Across the heights, the faint, far-off resounding of a shepherd's horn was heard. Yes, the valley of the Pontesciarra, said the lieutenant who had drawn near. A valley of vines, and towns, and forts also - to wall in the . . . unallowed travellers . . . the word 'smugglers' stopped on his lips, for the officer was impressed by the noble countenance of the Traveller, and by the priestly air which his greatcoat gave him. As an answer, the Traveller drew his hand near the lieutenant's eyes. The latter cried out in surprise, then in awe at the sight of the ring which adorned the hand. Pardon . . . pardon! he said, falling his knees. He remained so for a long time before the Traveller put a hand to his forehead and made him rise. Go ! said the Traveller simply. The lieutenant went away wordlessly, arranged his column as a guard of honour, then the company marched down the pass at the foot of the promon- tory, the accents of the trumpet blending with those of the horn in the valley. They marched on, down towards the valley of Pontesciarra, the flag clacking in the breeze of dusk. The Traveller said to the guide: Go down with them. And, putting in the man's hand a purse of gold, he watched him go down the path towards the column. The deep voice of the horn resounded once again through the valley, echoing on the rocks, then the sun was gone, and on the promontory, standing upright above the column and the road, above the valley and the horizon, was the Traveller surrounded by the glory of the gone sun's light. The valley was silent and peaceful, as if covered by the shadow of the figure on the rock. As the shade and noises of the night were slowly invading Pontesciarra, the Pope was blessing the valley. FABRICE CADIEUX CG. 91 IN PRAISE OF .IOSTENS NATIONAL IHE LADILS' SCHOOL BOOK GUILD SERVICES FRONI AN ADINIIRI R 630 1 M RK Roofs sr. nouns :CAI-W I, 'UI .'TRl. L ELFCTRI TITI' REPAIRS IR ffl ELECTRIC HEAT UCECLIE E,TT QUW003-U42 J l LET fI.,,,. oo ITI o Y Ll ID 0 H nzsxoem C N S 4 1 O S Q - lr IN - ' 11 1 I V NU 0 AWA K1H 728 Tl I 17 TRA VEL WA YS MAPLE LEAF LIMITED AND BUS SALES LIMITED Tel 745 9143 ! Tel. 741-3600 THE DAY It was 8:32 a.m., and the young family had just sat down to breakfast. The youngsters were busy squabbling about the toy in the cereal box, the parents discussed the headlines in the newspapers. Their spoons clinked in their cereal bowls, bacon spat as it fried, and the toaster sprang up with new toast. The bus rolled to a stop outside the building, and let a few people on at the intersection. The driver chatted with an old friend about his upcoming retirement. The metallic slide of change into the farebox, the ripping of transfers, and muffled conversation from the rear of the bus infiltrated their talk. A group of kids heading to school sat near the back of the crowded bus, noisily discussing the baseball team, the new gym teacher, and the possibility of a fluoride treatment someone had said might happen in the next few days. The com- missionaire looked at his gold pocket watch, checked his uniform, and kept an eye out for his stop. The secretary her make-up, and made sure that she still had her umbrella -the weatherman on the radio had predicted rain and she didn't want to get caught. The man in the car was listening to the radio, and made a mental note to take his raincoat to the office when he parked. The news and the air-conditioning together blanked out the sounds of traffic outsideg it wasn't really a traffic jam - just a few impatient drivers, cursing, honking, and jockeying for position. The man checked on the guy beside him, and braked to a stop beside the bus. The store owner opened his shop to the farmy smell, the fresh scent, and the unique sounds of the market. The live poultry squawked, and newly delivered milk bottles clinked as they were moved. Already, several customers haggled over the fresh produce in the stalls. The rumbles and honks of traffic were in the distance - the low whine of the meat slicer, the grinding of the coffee beans in the hand-turned mill, and the rattle, clunk and ring of the old cash register replaced them. The owner sniffed the aroma of the market once more, then stepped back inside the shop to allow his first customer to enter. One woman had been especially early, trying to the the best produce as soon as it was laid out. She 60 clutched an overloaded shopping bag, hoping vainly that she might make it to her apartment, one or two blocks away. Her cry was heard, dully, back at the market as the bag exploded, and vegetables were strewn all about. Several tomatoes dropped, most smashing on the sidewalk, the other rolling across the concrete and into the gutter. The rain started in early afternoon. It was black, dark black, and it coated the round, white shadow in the gutter with a slick, grey film, The street was shiny, and many puddles were disturbed by the falling raindrops, as if in an effort to destroy the reflections they held. The skyline of the city was ragged, black and low. Where high towers had stretched, strange, blackened stumps remained. Black, grey and stark white shadows of buildings which once stood remained, while the buildings lay in heaps of shattered, charred rubble, scattered in the rain-sodden streets. The young family sat at a charred table, the faint echoes of their final cries the only proof of their being. Their cries the only proof of their being. Their cries mingled with those of the other inhabitants of the building, the building existed only as a shadow on the asphalt and on the bust in front of it. The bus was twisted and seared. The black rain could not conceal the jagged steel, ripped upwards from the bent hulk. The heat and the force had combined to melt the steel like candlewax, while also crumpling the bus like a plastic cup in a vise. The chassis was bent like a pretzel, unable to resist the sudden, incredibly violent and heavy force slammed onto it. The market was no more than a pile of ruins. Everywhere, faint wisps of smoke were beaten down by the unceasing rain, or dispersed by the sudden, erratic, cold gusts. Puddles danced, trying to avoid the hideous reflections facing them as raindrops fell. Charred timbers and beams stuck out at strange angles - even the fresh smell of the market had been changed into something destroyed and irreplaceable. The city was not quiet. The family, the bus-riders, the drivers, the shoppers -- their final cries were dying echoes in a crumpled, burnt-out shell. The sounds still echoed, but they were on the wane, the agony and the brief suffering slowly drowned out by the quiet hissing of silent rain on smouldering rubble. JOHN LUND lJ ALLIGATOR I-Ie lifted a fist ofcold eyes, staring glassily over silent water, suddenly catching movement, Slight--but fatal. A flip of the tailg surprising movement, Then sinking, out of sight and waiting. WINTER CAMPING As the lemming hordes rushed south to Florida and the sun, I packed a rucsac and set off for an old complex of fishing lodges near Temagami in North- ern Ontario. The idea was to experience something of a Canadian winter uninsulated by central heating and the dubious comfort of the car to transport me from one place to another. So, after a night punctuated by the raucous din eddying up from the bar of a slightly squalid hotel in North Bay, I found myself blearily catching the 6:30 a.m. bus up to Temagami. An exciting flight by bush plane gave one a chance to capture something of the isolation of the wilderness - a wash of green, of frozen lakes, of snow - before we touched down at Camp Chimo, our base for the next week, We spent five nights in primitive log cabins with the barest of bare essentials and two nights under canvas in the cold of the lakeside, we spent the days snowshoeing, skiing and hauling toboggans amidst breathtaking winter scenery and weather conditions ranging from mushy, JOHN LUND new snow to brilliant sunshine, which at times reflected painfully off the snow's surface. Two days saw us travelling in shirt-sleeves, two nights saw the temperature drop uncomfortably low, despite the warmth ofdown-filled sleeping bags and wood stoves in the tents. Headwaters, the organization that arranged the trip, is run by two friends of Mr. Beedell, and provides exciting holidays for anyone who is prepared to rough it a bit - canoeing in the summer and the sort of thing that I did in the winter. Camp life was convivial and in the evenings there were introductory talks on various aspects of the Canadian Shield - geology, flora, fauna - as well as instructive accounts of native methods of travel, and readings from associated literature. All in all it is an experience that I can thoroughly recommend. And I came back with a better tan than the lem- mingsl R.M.P. Lefl: That intrepid explorer: Potter of the Arctic. Belo w: The trail. .y J- LL ,call Quia isa.,- UNMAN WITTERING AND ZIGO This unusual play ith its odd title, was presented by Ashbury at wood at the end of the winter term. . ' a play about an independent school, or rather as been viewed by some as a wry comment on the private sector of education. Indeed, it was put on the index by the Headmasters' Conference in Britain about eight years ago at a time when in- dependent schools were feeling threatened by the Socialist government and when a very successful film called If was exciting considerable interest, largely because it portrayed unthinkable events on Speech Day. Giles Cooper's play is designed for radio, with all the usual benefits of that medium, such as sound- effects, fade-ins and fade-outs. So it was with considerable interest that I waited to see how Roger Potter would tackle the very quick changes of scene required. By using the stage as the classroom-cum- Headmaster's study he was able to use both ends of a specially constructed apron for the pub and domestic scenes. Skillful lighting, rapid movement of the cast in the darkness of changeovers and some very ef- fective use of theme music and sound effects did the trick. So the audience was quickly prepared for the coming scenes. One of the difficulties of this play is how to combine the comic elements - and there are some splendidly funny moments - with the underlying menace and tragedy. The play maintains a delicate and continuous balance between tension and relief. It is to Roger Potter's credit that the problem was resolved very successfully, because, sitting at the back of the theatre I was and fall of tension among A notable high point Terhew, admirably played in Deepan, informed Ebony latter's part might be more considering for his wife's was when Terhew and Lipstrob out their threats. This scene, which could have been funny for the wrong reasons, was one of the most effective from a dramatic point of view. I ig I . Terhew's cold nastiness was nicely offset by Gall's crude oafishness as Lipstrob. In fact, the casting was a large contributor to the play's success. Wittering CRay Haslaml looked and sounded defeated and dispirited as the butt of the class bullyingg Cloistermouth tMichael Reecej did a fine job of portraying a boy who disguises the devil inside him by an air of sweet innocenceg Orris fMichael Sourialh was the hearty extrovert who stops just short of offensiveness and Cuthbun tRalph Evansj, loudmouthed and clever, asserted his coarse authority with commendable confidence even though he became shrill when excited. The rest of the class kept alive in all their scenes, completely convincing as a group. James Glover as the Headmaster has obviously put his many years of Headmaster watching to good purpose, conveying much by subtle and studied change of facial experssion, in particular the agonised look of mortified disapproval with which we are all familiar from our school days. It was a of the rise was when by Paul on the moment to carry wise decision, I think, to cut out the final-scene, str? 4 should have the stageaulieenag hnal crumphng in front astheawful ' if 'ofan became inevitable was probably'liis'beif Cary Farthingale, thefiilurb, inebriate was played with and A1anMaybeelntEei.' scenes detected some awkwaid ipiuses, but caused by the slightly erratic Coppmg as the silent landlord. not transfixed by one of to hit the dartboard! tShareen Marland and the t as a pair ofiunimaginative, and rather boneheaded staff an impression which amusing determination of by Liz Gwilymj to be cant and humbug of the blushes of Head- as she Haunted her lowly employment and down-to-earth attitudes on the cocktail party scene. . The lion's share of the play went to Drummond Lister as Ebony, who appeared in almost all the scenes. Assidious dieting GJ and careful make-up presented him at the outset as a bright and eager school master, unprepared for the nasty shock waiting him. It seemed to me that he aged quite visibly during the performance. Being already a teacher he should be complimented on convincingly 'portraying another teacher whose character and ilreactions are diametrically opposed to his own. ' l know that no review is arty good unless it mentions everyone, so I add my congratulations to the othersindivigluals who took part on and around the ahdfwhgcontributed greatly to the success of-Qthismsentatfiiil-?A special word of thanks id duglto Elmwood for their gracious cooperation. lt seemi that two schools who work closely in acadegggfiiiatters should dofso in such a wonhwhilifienture as this play undoubtedly was. ' - ' 11111 A.C.T. , .- - v .4 1 filly Above David Welch Qlnspectorl James Glover lHeadmasterJ, Drummond Lister fEbonyl Righl Liz Gwilym 1NadiaJ, Eric Gall tLipstrobl, Paul Deepan 5 ' -S BelUw:FarihingaIe and Ebony P. 62 Top: Alan Maybee tFarthingalel and John Kirkwood. BOIIOIIIJ Shareen Marland and Roger Potter lMr. and D Mrs. Winstanleyl. 11 Drum Lister, James fevf .fl Glover and Liz Gwilym. P. 63 Top: Wendy Cook, Bob Orange and Eric Gall lbelow l. Lef! and Righlf The class torments Witlering lRay Haslamj. Below, Lefl: A discontented Nadia fLiz Gwilyml. K i l Above, Right: The headmaster casts a stern eye on a Floundering Ebony. Lefl: John Lund lTrindleJ explains how the class is going to make money on the horse racesg Ebony, of course, will place the bets. And does. Below, Left: The porter Uohn Wenkoffj brings a note which summons Ebony to the headmaster's office lto be firedj. Below: The cast. SPECIAL THANKS TO MR. EVERETT FOR MAKING OUR LIGHTING PANEL, TO CFTO TV FOR LOANING US THE LIGHTS AND TO MR. BOB RICE FOR CO-ORDINATING THE LIGHTING CUES. fwfwlrh E fl JU ICR SCH GL DR Front: Peter George, Robbie Mann, Mark Ruddock tcentrel and below throne - Stephen Stone. Rlghlf John Heggtveit, Simon Rolph. Back, Standing: Alexander Nipperdey, Ken Wood, Andy O'Brien, Pat O'Dwyer, Mike Kellerman, Dave Arnold, Peter Bokovoy, Eric Feeley. Fronl: Tim Dallett, Rick Szirtes, Mark Madison, Nathan Kosovoy. Back: Francis DesCoteaux, Robbie Kramer, Derek Smith, Mike Holmes, Nick Davies. Jeff Cogan, Erik Hermann, Brian Smith. I l - it S! A l ,.. . 65 l 1. 7 . i f S 9 .AGP Fronl: Mike O'Dwyer, Jeff Hall, Craig Madison, Pig mask - Libo Habets. Back: Ron Bock, Mike Mclsaac, John Booth. This play was a great success, a fact which should come as no surprise as mostly Mr. Lister's productions are anyways. Everything went reasonably smoothly, even on weekend rehearsals. Everybody put forth an enormous amount, especially the non-sepaking roles. Finally, opening night came and with shaking knees and chattering teeth we saw the whole thing through with relatively few mistakes -thus amazing even ourselves. James Baxter was a good choice for the lead role of Tarang his hard work in overcoming difficulties paid off! 1 Geoff I-Iall made a hilarious and hairy Gurgi, Mark Ruddock a convincing Achren, the evil queen, and Craig Madison a pompous and irrepressible dwarf, Doli, while Ron Bock played Gwydion with authority. Both the Cauldron Born and the Gwythaints deserve congratulations for their team work! Both groups were, at all times, spine-chilling and 'in character'. Our thanks go to Brian Baxter who helped Mr. Lister direct the play and to Mr. Rice who, once again, performed the sometimes thankless task of lighting the play. Thanks also to Mr. Lister who didn't give up. RON BOCK Q8AJ WITH D.D.L. 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Quoboc. . , Q, 0, a il , Edmonmn, Nsw Wuvmlmhr, Cl'fNf'U -'Gyn' C l Burnaby, Varwouvn, Vlcforln, larmvdo, Nenau and Frtopon Bahama Iulcndl, Grand Cayman Mobil onsrmawow OUINCAILLERIE HARDWARE I'l:'1.N'f'l'RE - Px1l.Yf .-1CfCfl:SSf JIRLS DL' .X I.'USO.V - ffOUSI2'XVARE 1921 Beechwood 7496959 CONGRATULATIONS TO THE CIRADUATING CLASS OF 1978 Compliments of THE STAFF OF A SHB UR Y COLLEGE T T T 5 1 T V 1 1 T N i TO THE EDITOR, OTTAWA JOURNAL: Having been a student at Ashbury College for some five years now l feel that I am in a fair position to comment on the remarks of some of the callers to the Community Hotline's question on whether the provincial government should provide funding to private schools. From the outset it seemed clear to me that many of the members of the public, while sincere, were unaware of the realities of the alternative schools in this province. The first point that I feel I should mention is that the very term private school is itself a misnomer. The word private would seem to imply an insular, isolated existence, withdrawn from the community. This is not the case. Ashbury College, for example, competes in the O.B.E. hockey and soccer leagues and against local schools in track and field, cross- country skiing, debating, and many other activities. There is, in fact, nothing private about us. The term independent is usually preferred. Mrs. Claire Johnson said in the column that the public funds should be used to support independent schools only if they provide religious education. I personally do not know of an independent school which does not have some for of religious training. At Ashbury it takes the form of compulsory chapel for 15 minutes four times per week with a Sunday service for boarders. If the truth be told, the vast majority of Ashbury students, if given the chance, would not voluntarily attend these services. Further, if Mrs. .Iohnson's policy were to be applied con- sistently, the government should only provide funds to public schools which provide religious training. This is, of course, a ridiculous suggestion. No public schools provide such education and public funding to independent schools should not be conditional on religious education, especially as most students are not in favour of such a programme. As to the suggestion that public funds not be used to support purely elitist schools, I can honestly say that I have never met a snob or an elitist at Ashbury or any other independent school. We are reasonably normal human beings, both staff and students, who are no more stuck-up or elitist than the next school. The former teacher at Rothsay school made an interesting suggestion when he said that public 74 funding to independent schools should involve public control over them. As Ashbury and most other in- dependent schools follow Ontario Ministry of Education guidelines and issue Ontario diplomas, does not the government already have substantial control over the independent schools in the most important area, curriculum? Would not further control stifle the essential nature of these schools? Mrs. P. Laundy said that the public system was marvellous QI know many who would disagree with that! particularly as it is free . I would suggest that she look at her property tax bill, ask herself where that money goes and then ask herself if she still thinks education in Ontario is free . I would also remind her that the parents of independent school children pay their regular property taxes in addition to school fees, the total often running up to 55,000 or more per annum. The last and perhaps the greatest fallacy about independent schools was voiced by the three callers who were emphatic that no government grants whatsoever be given to these rich schools . Whether they mean the schools themselves are rich or the students attending them are, I do not know, but in either case the assumption is false. Admittedly, there are many rich people who go to Ashbury and other independent schools, but equally true is the fact that in many cases both parents of an Ashbury boy must work in order to keep their son at Ashbury and many other students would not be able to attend if it were not for the numerous scholarships and bursaries offered. The idea of the schools themselves being rich is totally false, most independent schools being marginal financial operations at the best of times and often surviving through the extra contributions of parents and former students, as a glance at any balance sheet will tell you. The primary concern of the Ministry of Education is looking at this question should be the welfare of the student, and the promotion of a good educational system in Ontario. To this end, I feel that they should give grants to the independent schools to promote a strong alternative to the public system. Independent schools form an integral part of our education system and should not be allowed to founder financially. The independent schools are not perfect, but neither are the public schools to which they form a strong and viable alternative. 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' - TI-IE SENIOR PRIZE IN POETRY You might have met this fellowg He gurles as loud as a thrushg Everything turns to a glow with his magic - Oh! rain is a maker of songs. I-lop-pop! in the puddle you can seehim dance. Tap-t ,tip-toe: off the leaves he glances. Clap lap! on the roofs of the world. Q a dancer ofjigs. 3.2 Compliments of CARLING TO WN AND C O UN TR YLIMI TED MOTEL ' RESTAURANT ' TAVERN AAA 0 CAA Office 828 2771 1476 Richmond Road NH Compliments ELITE DRAPERIES OF OTTAWA LTD JIN1 RAINK IIN BANK STREET 2179090 itlN1N1fRCl-Xl Rl llNlIfXl ' of DRAPERIES - BEDSPREADS - SLIPCOVERS i President S T J- A - WAR Fear, poverty, degradation, Genocide by cremation. Brown Coats running to and fro, Cutting down children before they grow. Death, hate, and suffering, Still it does go on. Without reason, without cause, A time when men are pawns. Murder, rape, and blood is shed, Our women dying, our children dead. Not just, not fair, more loss than gain. That's all that war is-pain! KEVIN FRASER MEDITERRANEAN CRUISE - 1978 ln March of this year a contingent of students from Ashbury and Elmwood embarked once again on an annual tour of the eastern Mediterranean. This year's group numbered twenty-three, including our two party leaders, Reverend Green and Mrs. Nesbitt. The trip started on the seventeenth with a short bus ride to Mirabel airport. After a long fbut not uneventfulj flight we landed at London's Heathrow airport and immediately piled into a bus for all-day tour of the city, highlighting Westminister Abbey, the Tower of London fincluding the crown jewels and Bloody towerl and the more famous historical landmarks. Finally, in the evening, we went to our hotel where the majority of the group immediately tried to find the five hours lost in transit across the Atlantic. The morning of the fourteenth was spent on in- dependent sightseeing. Some of us visited the London 200, some the Tate Gallery and the rest merely browsed through London's famous shops. In the afternoon however, we had to move on to Gatwick airport for the flight to Venice. Our ship, the ss. Uganda , was waiting for us there. Because the ship had a full complement of students from Britain, the girls in our group were billeted to cabins, while the boys had the pleasure of having a large classroom on 'B' deck converted into a spanking-new dormitory just for us. Thursday morning was spent sightseeing in Venice, a truly beautiful city with its myriad canals and landmarks. There we saw the Rialto Bridge, St. Mark's Square, the Doge's Palace and of course the unnumerable shops and restaurants lacing the streets of the island. All too soon, however, we had to leave for our next port-of-call. Our baptism by fire came during our two days at sea en route to Pirreus. High winds and rough seas tossed us about a bit, but we managed to get ac- customed to being thrown against the ceiling all night. No tears were shed when we landed in Greece, however. It had been decided that, due to the new outbreak of fighting in Lebanon, it would no longer be safe to dock at Haifa as had been originally in- tended. However, by way of compensation we were given more time in Athens and as a result we were able to spend all day of the nineteenth touring sites inland, Corinth, the Corinth Canal, Epidaurus, Mycenae, Agamemnon's tomb and Argolis. That evening we went to a Greek restaurant for what was our first taste of Greek delicacies, squid being perhaps the most popular. The following morning was spent visiting Athens itself, seeing the Acropolis, the stadium, the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier and various other sites. ln the afternoon, however, we set sail for Istanbul, our replacement port-of-call. We arrived there after another day at sea. On the morning of the 22nd we toured the city, stopping at the Hagia Sophia Museum, the Blue Mosque and Topkapi palace. The afternoon was spent at the Grand Bazaar, with its forty miles of covered shopping streets. Afterwards, everyone agreed that the day had been quite an experience. After still another day at sea, we arrived at our next stop, Rhodes. This Greek Aegean island offered us beautiful weather, and the morning was spent simply wandering about the town. At noon, however, we had to leave for Izmir. We arrived there next morning whereupon we embarked on a tour of the ancient city of Ephesus, the House of the Virgin Mary and the Basilica of St. John. Thanks to ex- tensive excavation and reconstruction projects, the aire and mystique of this ancient metropolis was remarkably perserved. Well, time flies when you're having fun, and we found ourselves en route for our last port-of-call. Two more days of shipboard life awaited us, and the Ashbury group shone forth in inter-party com- petition. Our quiz team finished second overall, losing by one point out of a field of 38 teams. Nick Dumont finished fourth in the boys' costume competition dressed as a baby. Tony Almudevar participated in the end-of-cruise concert, playing a series of classical pieces on his guitar. Life aboard ss. Uganda had proved quite an experience. We docked at Naples on the morning of the 28th. By pure chance, the Italian government decided to rebuild and clean up sections of the ruined city of Pompeii during our stay and we were unable to visit it. Instead, we visited the volcano at Solfatara, which is still active, and wandered the byways of the city, shopping or just enjoying the sunshine. That afternoon we took off for London, our last stop before home. The day of the 29th was spent on independent sightseeing. Some of us visited points outside London, some went to Harrod's tone of the world's largest department storesj, some to the Stock Exchange and others just wandered the city. After a leisurely dinner at the Charles Dickens Restaurant, we went to see the musical play Jesus Christ Superstar , which all agreed was an amazing per- formance. The morning of the 30th was a sad day for many', as we had to say farewell to Europe. We left Lon- don's Heathrow airport in the afternoon and landed 79 at Mirabel airport some seven hours later. Most of us were glad to be back in Canada, but all enjoyed the trip and, no doubt, were left spoiling for a rematch. The trip's success was in no small way due to the efforts of our two party leaders, and thanks go to Mr. Green and Mrs. Nesbitt for the tremendous job they did. We all hope that Mr. Green will continue to undertake the task of outfitting and leading a group from Ashbury on the cruise every year, as all will Compliments of TO YWORLD L TD Bayshore ' Place de Ville St. Laurent 0 Billings Br. agree that this year's cruise proved to be a Westgate memorable and enjoyable experience indeed. DAVID WELCH LONELINESS Loneliness Is Being r Alone, In a crowded room. A- Loneliness IS i Any Being K ,A V ' Alive, 4 When no one really cares. XA Loneliness j Is W Having .-iff' L A in -v,v fffgzfr A V if ',A. C A ., , .,.. ii to five. Loneliness V 'C Is I A L Goa, A L f-,193 To hear a couple of prdyers. 'A T A I Loneliness A Is Being One of a kind, In this big world. 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' IN OUR ABILITY TO PLEASE Confldence -' OUR MANY CUSTOMERS. - FOR CAR BUYERS TO OBTAIN L Ortunlty - THE BESTDEALS AND SER VICE A . . OF 58 YEARS OF UNINTERR UPTED Tffldl 11011 SALES AND SER VICE. EASTERN ONTARIO 'S LARGESTFORD DEALER! 1. Q. SIAN When I first met Sian, summer played, Coaxing her flowers and spilling sun. But in the girl's blue eyes a reticent frost Remained imperious to the bright June day. Winter had come when I next met Sian. Cold December succumbing to colder January. The eyes of the girl reflected nature's ice, And alone I knew it was all a show. ' We escaped school one day that Spring ' I kissed her on the grass by awaterfall. The water on her cheek was more than melting ice: The rivulet was salty. A , Summer came again, morning following nightg ' No ice anywhere this Spring, The girl's eyes when they looked on me were the warmest blue I'd ever seen. B4 -tv She comes home for a visit, And we lie on the riverbank, In the sun, all day, and dream, Sun - sleepy in each other's arms. - For me she is all there is. ' 'And since we're young we may part. But if neither forgets how itawas and is, 'Our reunion will be Summer-sweet. ' PAUL DEEPAN End of Summer Summer ends Autumn is arriving, And leaving, hesitating. Unsure if it is wanted. The hills are afire The last cinder keeps vigil The final bout, the vibrancy As a spark, - but fleeting. No more youngster's cries. The stiff limbs grudgingly move with the wind. Slowing to a halt, The last threshold before oblivion. NICK LEWIS The Opinion of the People Well met, white brother, I am the redman Whose thought is strange to you. A noble savage, or not so noble: a drunken Fool? Your eyes are crooked. The Earth is my mother, white friend, Yet you ravage her. The Sky is my father, white man, Yet you blacken his name. Your religion is not mine, white infidel, It is because you've lost God that you need it. Your Greed is your God noe, white devil, I-low well you worship it. You love not the Earth, nor she you You came, abused her and raped her. The Prairie once thundering to Buffalo hooves Now hears only the wind. A redman could leave his teepee for a week, His belongings awaiting his return in peace. Your fear of your brother's Greed locks your stove lodge, How much more advanced you are! Where By myself, Lord. Waiting for You. Where are You? Among the Dead, Brothers I killed, Brothers of a former Life. Time ol' Inertia. Where You, Oh Unattainable? Resting now My heart spent Lucifer calls Take me home, Jesus my brother. l'm lonely, l'm crying. Where are You? NICK LEWIS My people's courage is shattered, Their dignity and grace is crushed, But we are still redmen white conqueror, And we shall become as we once were. You have stolen our birthright, white thief You make the Earth your own She will not be your slave, white barbarian Not with one redman to fight. Geronimo, Crazy Horse and Cochise, One such as you must now lead us In riding again on the warpath Joining the Shy to the Earth I have my bow and my warlance, Too long my people have wept inside. I care not for your cowardly guns, I the redman shall ride. PAUL DEEPAN ,f. v 5 l ! - pr . was A L4 i ,' ff ' Photos by J. 'df Con- ' -u yers .H 5 J . , ,, 1 - 'tit l' - 4 4 . ,, . ' 'Wav Above: Jamie Conyers. Below: Brian O'Connor, Bruce Keyes. Right: Ken Wood, Sanjay Prakash, Jamie Puddicombe, Howard Coga.n, Robbie Kramer. 3' L -'Si ' '- X , 6 ef , , X.-zrkzfg' ff xg J Q, -.up gl-X-A' .AIN 41 n v 'T Below: Jeff Hall holding 'Sheba', with Pat Murray, Dan Fraser. Ns ,-1' A 1 .r , I 'Q . .,,,,a FX I' Y I, QL .KLA OUTDOOR EDUCATION Top: Sheba on the prowl. Above: Ralph Dinsdale. Top Right: Howard Cogan cleans up with Robbie Ed- monds behind him. Rl.: Alex Hunter and Libo Habels. Far Rlghlf 'Big Fool' himself! Below Lffflf Nicky Davies standing behind Alex NlaeLaren, James Bociek and Ken Wood. Far Right: Our hidden camp. AIMS: SURVIVAL, CO-OPERATION, AND LEADERSHIP. DSA- ' .4 - I --' r ,J 'lv-' A. ,- : fl' . 4,4 ' ,Q--1' N ,I 9 , H , . A -:n , - .' ' .I z,., g- b fi-1 . Ie - gi. ' - i 'V n m.sl r ' oh ,rT 3l- .Lin '1 .1 J! .r, X ,gf- ' fgp 11 ' 'Ik I Pt 5 'JJ , 4 -,lu s ' ' Ly.- -ll-9' .:, Q.. A T. V. 1 44. , 'V ,pn W ! 'flu .Q C' 1 Q xx IIIKQ f . xt Ax -1' 4 . 5 g 5fi'4 x, ,J ,Q U? J Q It .1 --.X ,g, .s -qv 1 . J ff ii X , . Above: Eric St. Pierre. -t., ,'.l4.-..,A4'.' - J . , . I .j'v..,'.,.', 2,- . . 'f'... 4 . ' .f,,.'u:. , A , L v, qu 4: . I Z' , , ,- flvlrp ' N' , 7.5 x,v ,J -.L ., ., - , 'l'N- .1 ' o . ,--Q' '. Akpf, ,,L 4 I- L 7. '..1 J -f,-1 - , H4, 4--14-, 1 I . . . . , , J ' 1, r.,,-Ll' 4 ,ff 'f., W . . . H . .x . I' - n' 1- , . JI, r A -,, , -v N 1 ',, , X ' 1 ,.- f, A1 ,'.1'Qf.' F f . .-u ',, .'v DAY ,. . .. 1-415. J .'1hlJL't .'C'l'3lg Arls 1' ' Cnnnmnn C QNCER soc: ::P ',: ,, , ., , .4 bove: Andrew Forrest, Photos: D,D.L. Below: Jeff Mierins. EW i T3 L v Fran! Lefr: Brian King, Norman Thie, Mark Spence. Back: Peter Bokovoy, Mark Guglich, Jeff Simpson. Below Lqfl: Francis DesCoteaux, Dave MacKenzie, Greg Shirley, Willy Teron. 2nd Row: Andy lnderwick, Tony Spoerri. Right: Erie Feeley. L THE JUNIOR AND SENIOR CI-IOIRS iii 1 O9 T i Y L A l . Above Bruce Nncol solos m the chapel Below Mr Thomas rn rehearsal. Righr: BeU ringer .91 ,,.,.-.--Y l' Left Front: Nick Mainguy, Willi- am Fong, Znd: Peter Currie and Andy Somers. Right: Sean Verhey. 174 'Q Left: Peter Currie, Andy Somers.Be10w, Left: Randy Peppler, Robbie MacArthur, James Steele. Bottom, Left: Eric Gall, James Puttick. Above: Michael Puttick, Bruce Nicol. Right: Amanda Lovett, Grant McIntosh. Botrom Right: Elizabeth Watson, Ros McWilliam, Chris Wirth. I pan the tion of iii the ,.clas5es, w in- bi?1Mr. the theO.B. . held a Ig-rand music course for mosi of the every Thursday-to give . -. ... ,A 's f solos' at 'thee Easter Carol Service and in the production of'9Noah in the Sprin Other Musical events in Chapglincluded songs performed by Miss Pauline Blair from Elmwood. 'Handbell items by the St. Andrew's Youth Presbyterian English Handbell Group, and recorder, brass End choral groups led by Mrs. Jennifer Neal from - 'e Halton Board of Education. The Band, bigger and better than ever played at the Ladies' Guild Luncheon and the Barbecue, and some of them played the fanfares which opened the Rockcliffe Village Fete. Inevitably we lose some valuable players from grade 13 this year. Shawn Verhey QtrunipeQ,1.Bruce Nicol qtubaand trombonel, guitar lessons as part of the Clubs programme. John 'libggeifs I A el, AAlan ,Maybee Ltrumpetl, and A brass sextet, and occasionally soloists, played Eric Gall fBa 2114.1 ' etjr We hope thatfthose coming for Chapel services once a week, and Miss Alix along behind lip kt on thetradition. ' Parlour from Elmwood companied the The choir Yfiif ' 51-Qaseylflenqoned and tht Fridays to Extra Ghg? practices to be following: lc, Qprdon Bruce music Hicks, Bruc Perrpn, Tenors ny Almu f ' gf'?BI, ,Mainguy tributed James P :51fl?', . H il? -fi'f1 -- - A which A c. 2354, ' g f Gideon if 7 .if 'il ' et 'fiesez ,,'. , f . ..,, g ..., m i'i.'--I-. f ei 4,0 ll 1 9' YJ 'kin . s it 1 - 4,1 l , '42 CID is-v Above, Front: Michael Sourial, Wayne Chodikoff and Fabrice Cadieux. 2nd: .lohn Lund, Lauchlan Munro, Graeme Clark and Nick Dumont. When I came to Ashbury five years ago, I was thirteen years old, a scared, skinny and self- conscious new boy. I drifted down hallways floating in my strange clothes, and I had to spend at least five frantic minutes in front of the mirror every morning, trying to knot a tie that I would inevitably loosen later that day, to the horror of my English teacher and then housemaster, Mr. K.D. Niles QB.A.J I in- variably addressed prefects as Sir and on the whole felt pretty insignificant. I remember one particularly dark episode of the first week of my very first term. During an in- terminable afternoon math class, I naively revealed to my neighbour a terrible secret: I could play neither football nor hockey, and what's more, I had no intention of learning! Too late, I realized the gaffe I had made: my friend turned to the next boy and whispered the sacrilegeg soon the whole form knew. Disdainful eyes were now fixed on me as I stoically drafted a letter to my parents explaining my suicide. At three o'clock we were dismissedg cluding my classmates, I rushed to Rhodes Hall, for an Ashbury- Elmwood debate had been scheduled for after school, supplanting Games. I really didn't know what a debate was, but I felt comfortably anonymous in the crowd anyway. I was told that the motion for considerationC?!J was Frailty thy name is Woman , but I still did not underst . . . All rise for the Speaker! We all rose and watched as the girls of Elmwood and the men of Ashbury filed proudly past. The best argument for the Opposition CElmwood!l 94 seemed - to me at least - to be quite obvious, one of the members of Her Majesty's Loyal Opposition was quite decidedly un-frail: she would easily have overthrown the Government, though not when it came to debating! I listened in awe to Matthew Rowlinson and then to Nick Polk. I was convinced when Graham Sellers sat down to tumulous applause after having told us stories of harems and Adam's rib: I wanted to debate. This activity seemed land still doesj far more interesting than a game where upholstered people hurl an oversize lemon at each other. This article is entitled A Bombast of Debaters icf. a giggle of girls, a pack of Ashbury grade l0'sJ, and with good reason: I suspect that all debaters have had an experience similar to mine: the merciful illumination that there is, after all, a use for that large mouth that has always proven to be a source of trouble and pomposity. Debating is fun: it is also one of the most challenging and satisfying intellectual experiences that I know of. The uninitiated seldom realize that hours of research and careful thought go into an eight-minute speech or a cross-examination period, and that debating cannot be successful without in- telligent teamwork. Few also appreciate how exhausting debating tournaments can be. At the day- long Appleby invitational competition last November, Wayne Chodikoff and I were expected to debate both sides of the resolution Canada cannot survive without Quebec and also to take part in an impromptu debate, with only a small lunch to sustain ll it i us. One Ashbury team member went on to debate in i I T the finals later that evening, after which he collapsed into a chair and refused to speak for a half hour. Of course debating is not always satisfyingg if the i research is inadequate or the speakers pompous or ! simply boring tas is so often the easel, the debate X flops. Thanks to Mr. Green's effective speaking ,A course, and to judicious pruning by the debating F committee tit decides which debater goes to which l tournamentl, this rarely happens at our school. ln it fact, to get down to official business, the Ashbury i debating team has had a successful season. Our T success cannot and should not be measured merely in terms of the trophies we won tquite a fewll. Rather it can be seen in the growing interest students have t shown for this activity and the awareness and un- i T A bove: Guest speaker Gordon Fairweather. ff' ,F Y I ff 'Je' 'sid The 2nd Woolcombe De te vs Ridgement. Rl.: Lisa Christ ansen, Mark Monoghan and Davel Faibish. Belo w. opposition trick IOITIC. - derstanding of itiiportant issues many ol tis hate gained through it. I have come to believe that schools should be judged by what their students do outside the classroom. Are we motivated to pursue our own interests, to work on the yearbook t!4Ed.l, to spend extra time at a club or a games field? Our school needs more debaters, just as we need more in- volvement and fresh initiatives from students in all facets of life at Ashbury. Mr. Speaker, considering the facts: al that debating is fun, by that debating is this school's major extracurricular activity after athletics, I move that Ashbury students at least give it atry. GRAEME CLARK ss. Left: The opposition brings support- Mr. Christiansen and daughter. I 'vs 'ff-3' the learned Xl, - Above: The infuriating grin. Right: The disdainful finger. it-5, 1 Left: The dramatically flung arm. Right: The leonine advance. ff- '7' 1 1977 LFALLJ: APPLEBY - Won by Clark and Chodikoff. PEMBROKE - 2nd-whole team. KINGSTON - 3rd, Munro and Sourial. 1978 QWINTERJ: lst WOOLCOMBE DEBATE vs LISGAR - Won by Chodikoff, Clark, Munro, lSourialJ. Below: How to distract your opponent by having an earnest consultation. Right: The last word to our opponents - 'Dave Faibish appeals to the audience. A MONTAGE OF TR ICKS ' r a Left: Consulting the non-existent notes. RESULTS 1977 CSPRINGJ: COMMERCE - Won by Munro, MacLaren, Martin, Sourial. KEMPTVILLE - Won - Munro, Sourial. LISGAR - Won - Munro and Sourial. OTTAWA JOURNAL DEBATES: Team advanced to provincials in March. SKYLINE T.V. DEBATES CFEBJ - Won against SIR JOHN A. Mac- DONALDQ APRIL 13th - Won against J.S. WOODSWORTH: MAY FINALS - Won CHAMPIONSHIP against LISGAR. ww 1 11 Q ' I 96 CONC RATUI ATIONS TO ASHBURY S I INI- DI-HAIINL TIAM Lompltmentstt SURGENOR - PONTIAC - BUICK H9751 LTD. - , . ' f . 'wa 74l 074l 919 St laurcnt Bltd Otta NOT UP TO STANDARD la short storyj There l stood, tense, worried, anxious. On trial, before twelve comrades of the State, I was waiting their decision. Yet, I had the distinct impression that the verdict had been decided before the trial had even begun. Six months ago, l, Yuri Kamenski, was one of the most celebrated athletes of the Soviet Union, an unbeatable Olympic sailor, but now, a man considered a failure by his comrades. I had not upheld the reputation of the State and now I was to pay for it. My mind flashed back to the site of the Olympic Regatta where the Soviet 'Tempest' crew was considered the favorite. My crew and I had spent hours preparing the boat, days practising in it. The first race was a great success. It opened with a brisk fifteen-knot breeze. Our boat sailed well, performing like a true racing machine. From beginning to end we held the lead and easily crossed the finish line ahead of our closest competition. From then on, the boat's performance went downhill. The second race was battled in a very light wind in which we could only pick up an meager ninth. The next day it was a blowing North Westerly, Flags were ripping and boats were practically flying. This was our kind of weather. Vladislav Taticek, my hefty 200 pound crew, was as optimistic as I. We had won the World Tempest Regatta at Bombay hands down and were regarded as the undisputed champions of winds above twenty knots. However, today was the exception. We were off to a great start until a gust came from the port bow. Concentrating on adjusting the cunningham, Vladislav did not see the gust until it hit us. The wind veered 10 degrees and before we knew it, it really hit us. We were over. The boat just simply flipped on us. There was nothing to do since the cockpit filled with water and by the time we had brought the boat upright again the North Westerly had sent the rest of the fleet roaring far ahead of us. We suffered the greatest kind of humiliation possible. We knew that we were good and we were always proud of it, but now, it was different because we had lost in our wind. We retired from the race, bore off, planed back into the harbour, derigged the boat and sulked for the rest of the day. The third and final day provided another howling gale, this time from the North-Northwestg boats were even blown over before the start of the race. Postponed for twenty minutes, the starting flag was finally hoisted. We started half way up the line but had to tack out of the Americans' backwind. When we were one quarter of the way up the windward leg, we realized that the boat was not pointing as far upwind as the rest of the fleet so Vladislav pushed the centreboard down a notch, still no result, but increased heeling. He tightened the cun- ningham and decreased the draft of the mainsail but the boat would just not perform. We rounded the windward mark in last-but-third place. Here was our strong part of the race, the planing leg. Our boat roared through the water, but we only moved up one place. There was little change in the race. We had tried everything in our power to improve our position, but nothing worked, our boat had not come through. It lost. We were choked with emotion because we had prepared for this regatta for so many days. We had practised, practised, practised . . . We stopped the boat and let the sails flap in the wind. I gazed into the eyes of Vladislav and he looked into mine. We both stared at the boat. I could only say one thing. This loser must be punished. We both knew the plan of action: I pulled out a tin of paraffin and poured it over the frame of the wooden Tempest. Vladislav pulled out his matches, struck one and the boat was ablaze, covered with flames. We both dived into the lake and waited for the arrival of the fire and rescue crew. We were picked up in five minutes by the time the fireboat arrived, the boat had sunk down to the depths. That Tempest with the familiar Soviet ensign had only brought shame to our homeland. I was quickly brought out of the past by the sound of the jury rising. The head juror looked into my eyes and his words shook me to the bone. This loser must be punished. MICHAEL T. BRAVO 9F GASTVIGW rv s. 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He lives - I live - Under the star, Under the sun: No words spoken. There we go - Home to a life we knew, One to the East, One to the West. NICK LEWIS HAIKU by Justin Fogarty Great Hawks in flight Against a burning, red sun - Like dragons traversing the universe! ALLIGATOR 2 The reeds are silent, The pool, dark and empty Green algae swirl in eddies - A flapping takes to wing. The forest edge is strangely still No cry, no croak, no call A darkness in the water - The terror slowly slips . . . JOHN LUND URSUS A silent presence lurks, Motionless, but always moving. The forest depts conceal, Invisible, but always seeing. Not rustling, crying, call - Silent, but always hearing. Expecting the sudden moment - Waiting, but never waited for . . . JOHN LUND KAREN She is pretty in her own way, Quiet, shy, almost retiring, She has a few friends, not a lot - Just enough. She cares, she loves Her friends, her family, her life. She has a few troubles, not a lot - Just enough. She works hard and long, But everyone cries for more. She tries to please them all, not alot Just enough. She tires, falters, slips, Nobody stops to help her up. She tries and tries to make it, tries a lot But not enough . . . JOHN LUND S. Chander, N. Dumont, T. Bejkosalaj, D. Alexander, J. Daniels. 2nd Row: M. Freeth, B. Fair, D. Froese, C. Campbell, J. Campbell, l J. Copping, A. Clyde. 3rd Row: F. Cadieux, P. Curry, i Mr. David Fox. IA i Photos by D.D.L. r l from Lefl: S. Milstein, R. MacArthur, B. Morrison, K. Hunt, B. Gormley. 2nd Row: D. Raina, A. Kriegler, S. Khare, C. Liz 3rd Row: S. Murray, D. Keith, T. Groves, R. Korwin, l. Lee. 41h Row: M. Molozzi, S. Marcus, J, Mierins, R. Konrad, Mr Peter MacFarlane, D. Owen. FOR PICTURES - 1977-1978 ,- aff? C v s ' 1 Q i i 33 I l :F X1 l Q I ul Lv P' f o Y rl-'M' W 'f his s 0 . V I n . 3 r HE' asv, 'Z My 'fr I A' L ,- -,jg X Q lu -.. 4 --1 n 5' ' 75 Q 5 'f ,PSA f 5 - .ri 1- if H -V S , .. . .I .c Q1 1 4 V 55? W.:-5 ' '93 sum 5' Q ,255-65 Er 5 QV f? U A J 3H 9 From Left: B. Keyes, N. Mainguy, M. Kronick, P. Kadziora, P. Martin. 2nd Row: S. Oakley, R. Orange, l. Nicol, P. LaTraverse. 3rd Row: K. Mahoney, F. MacLaren, A. Maxwell, L. Munro, Mr. Pierre Gosselin. 41h Row: C. Morrison, N. Habets. A bsenzx C. Montero. A Form Prefects: 3H - Graeme Clarkg 4A - Kevin Keyes, 4M - Steve Kirby. i 3 7 Q- ? -Ml ' Q? '-14 N. 17 A 3' Fr0n1Kneeling.'l. Martin, Harris, S. From Left: C. Anderson, T. Farquhar, W. Chodikoff, R. Brown, J, Fogarty. 2nd Row: J. Gallaman, G. DesCoteaux, I. Bejkosalj, N. Eslamian, R. Adams, J. McMahon. 3rd Row: G. McLean, P. Goebbels, I. Kayser, S. Lavery. Absent: A. Aliferis, M. Bennett, B. Hicks, .l. Lund, M. Lowder. lil-1 2 -.42l'l.1......f +L-, B - ..-.r...'g.i '!.f3?,' : f4..'fr.L-'-X'41.Q..3..f,Qj',' j 52- JI.: ' ..- 1' ' l V9' l lxneelmg Lefl: M. Puttick. P. Robertson, P. Turcotte, J. Moore, Mr. Bill Stableford. 2nd Row: B. Yuen, F, Mozer, H. Ng, B. O'Meara, D. VN elch I Morton. 3rd Row: B. Shulakewych, B. Seyferth, A. Raikles, F. Nel, C. Zwirewich, T. Warren, B. Taylor. ,4bS6I1l.' P. Vanasse, i i i y V , Compliments of ASHBUR Y S TUDEN T CLEANING COMPANY 1977-1978 BLOWSY BEAR The great black bear in search of food Waddling lumbering through the trees Searching crackling twigs and branches Pawing scraping down on haunches Licking, chewing, spitting out berries, Scratching, rubbing, paws and carries, Rolling, smashing, decayed tree trunks, Grunting, groaning, grinding hunks Of mouldy bark and fungoid plants, Slobbering, slippery, eating wood ants. by ALEXANDER WATSON I I lll S OUR COMPLIMENTS TO STAFF AND STUDENTS DOWMETSRSLTD 845 Carling Ave H ONDAS ON ALL THEIR ACCOMPLISHMENTS THIS YEAR Photos D.D.L. DWIGHT STEAD was our third year mathematics tutor from Waterloo. I-Ie attended Smiths Falls District Collegiate Institute where he played volleyball and took part in the Student Council. He worked in the local Recreation Department in the summers. At Ashbury, he has helped with second hockey, with the chess club and with the cycle club. We will miss his thoroughly sensible and amiable contribution to Ashbury life. D.D.L. Below: Mary-Ann Varley - Art. i l J Nw. X ,ACS x , l 1' 9 ll. .- :Ln G .-4 lv 4 x .K ' - .L XX - ' x as, QA CARESTAFF, Above: Malcolm Gibson. Righlr Steve Felleau. Righl, belo wx Steve Cape, l r 1 w I 1, ll e ASHBURIAN TYPISTS, Tap Lqfi Christine Parlour. Lt'fI.' Chm Assad. A bow: Todd Pelletier QQ' 4' . ',, -Q l M? R LET HIM DOWN SOFTLY Looking out across the ocean l can feel the wind dancing Over the waves carelessly and free. And I think of you so beautiful, As the sun sparkles off the water. I watched him grow to love you For your smile and your laughter, And drifting away from his past He came close to your mind, But could not touch your heart. He loved you with his eyes And held you in his thoughts, Hoping you could feel what everyone could see. And I saw you gliding onwards, Missing the affection that was bleeding from his heartg .lust wanting room to run. Why couldn't you have been more subtle - As the friend I know you are? But you have not known the feeling, You couldn't let him down softly. By Ian Rhodes PUBLIC SPEAKING LEGION CCLUB LEVELJ: lst - Michael Sourial. QZONE LEVELJ: lst - Michael Sourial. QDISTRICT LEVELJ: lst - Michael Sourial. LIONS CLUB QCLUB LEVELJ: lst - Michael Sourialg 2nd - Lachlan Munro, French Division: lst - Fabrice Cadieux. QZONE LEVELJ: lst - Michael Sourialg 3rd - Lachlan Munro. OPTIMISTS CLUB CCLUB LEVELJ: lst - Michael Sourial, 3rd - Ralph Evans. QZONE LEVELJ: lst - Michael Sourial. CDISTRICT LEVELJ: lst- Michael Sourial. QREGIONAL LEVELJ. THE COMMONWEALTH CONFERENCE During the first week of April, six students from Ashbury as well as students from high schools across Canada participated in the 6th Student Commonwealth Conference, held at the External Affairs building in Ottawa. The idea behind the conference was that the students represented the heads of government of Commonwealth countries. Students attended workshops, and simulation games, as well as lectures by various dignitaries. The final two days were spent in a simulated Heads of Government Meeting. The conference was ended by a formal reception and a party on Friday night. Our special thanks go to Mr. Macoun who helped organize the conference and involve Ashbury in it, and to Mr. David W. Deskin whose kind help was much appreciated. JOHN CLARK, ANDREW BREARTON, MICHAEL SOURIAL POEM Unable to speak, I listeng Unable to show, I see. Ah, what a relief! SEAN LAVERY 108 fk I L' i -o--' Yep, 4 X ' V 1 il Top: M. Rosenberg's hermit crab 'Boogie'. Above: Mike Kronick, Gord Sellers, Andy Somers watch the distillation of wine. Left: Chris Waller, Ray Haslam gain lst prize for a solar-heated house. Below Lefl: Jeff Mierins, Sean rw Murray, Rideau Locksg Craig Aris, Tim Webb, Germsg V A.Watson. 7' , -ll ' ' in if 1? THE FORMAL by Nick Lewis This year was the first time in over ten years that the Formal Graduation Dance was held at Ashbury. The idea was proposed by the Board of Governors through Mr. Joyce in order to lessen the cost, but more importantly, to give it an air of a school function. Mr. Green was approached to coordinate the formal assisted by a committee of graduates. After many problems and inconveniences, the Formal date was set as Friday, May 12th. Initially, we expected about 100 people. This number slowly crept up until, on the 12th, over 200 people arrived - one of the largest Formals we have ever had! The evening started with cocktails at Keith MacDonald's and Thady Murray's houses. By half past seven we were shaking hands with Mr. and Mrs. Joyce in the reception line. The meal in the dining room included roast beef, turkey, ham and in- numerable saladsg a red wine was also served. Dancing was held in the Junior Common Room as well as in Argyle Hall. The more energetic fahemlj of us danced to Wynde downstairs while the more dedate comported themselves with dignity upstairsg the music was enjoyed by everyone and provided a pleasant contrast. For the accuracy of the record, there were punch bowls in the Senior Common Room and in 106-107 where the German Club of Ottawa had lent us material to create a distinctively German setting. The formal drew to a close about one o'clock. Afterwards there were parties at Michel Langlois', at the Disco Viva, at Tim Farquhar's, Jean-Luc Beaudry's and Joanne Marois'. Many people did not get to bed until one o'clock Sunday morning. On Saturday morning, many students led by Mr. Green came back to the school to clean up: to them I offer my warmest thanks and admiration. The Formal was a success judging by the accolades that Mr. Joyce and Mr. Green have received. I thank Mr. Joyce for his initiative in returning the formal to its original 'home' where, after all, it belongs. I also thank my fellow members of the Formal Committee: Jenny Johnson, Rosemary Nesbitt, Robbie Surgenor, Michel Langlois, Keith MacDonald, Pierre Drouin and many others such as Kevin Fraser for their hard work and dedication. ' My deepest and most sincere gratitude goes to 'Jeep' Green who hauled us through the organizational horrors with a strong hand and a warm heart. To him, the Graduation Class of 1978 is profoundly obliged. 9 . Y 'L Photos by B. Gormley 111 In my life time I've seen friends Come and go like the wind: For I am moving on. I had many friends there But then I moved here and now For I am moving on. We say we will write, But we always forget, - For I am moving on. We lose them but we go ony Still I try to stay in one place. And still I am moving on. by Bobby Spencer -- . -' -swf, A79 WINTER by Alain Barsony .f, , V H , Dry CQld,,SDQ?!.fIS9'P ' 225 Made from sugar, snow and milk, 5,35 ,now lying on the gf0U ' Snow drifts, Christmas gifts a layer of silk cloth - ..Qaw'?'?? h he? , Bonfires burning everywhere E Just eight months of winter Bringing joy and love Caroles singing in the streets Angels sing above - If? In witner Qi? .rgs ' fs- I' ' 1 ' - , '.. :fi ' ' N ,When-the limbs of the trees are bare, WINTER Through the seas in Cool shades of It's good that someone is there T i . o hold tight and keep you warm and shelter you from the storm. When the flakes of snow hit the ground But for In front of a fire you s hould be found. out in the street there getting sore and them Winter is not the It's a cold,-wet, THE SEA SHORE Over hanging grass on a rocky ledge, Perring out over the blue sea, Waiting as it clashes against the rocks Blue and strong, deep and free. Shadows of darkness beneath the sea, The quiver of sunlight down to the sand, As fresh and strong as a springtime breeze, Rippling it's wave to the edge of land. As the tide breaks and the sun sets, The shells and crabs are uncoveredg Buried in the sand are the small creatures, And the black of night is discovered. MICHAEL GREEN THE MAPLE TREE The Maple stands straight and tall, With branches large and small. With green leaves in summer, And golden in fall. But in winter it has none at all. In Spring the Maple blossoms, And then it's size seems awesome. When the sap is running, And it's syrop tastes stunning, You know it will soon be fall. SKY MATTHEWS HOME The trees were rustling in the wind, The clouds so puffy white. The breeze was searching through my coat The birds, in glamorous flight. Home is the place l like to go, Restful, peaceful, and sound Whenever l wanted a quiet place, Home was the place l found. No cars whizzing by, No smog in the sky, Only the sound of the blackbirds' cry: I like home. M. O'DWYER GUYANA In Guyana the land is fertile, The sun is pure and bright, The creeks are reddish brown, And they're usually near a town. The rivers are unpollutedg The fish are undisturbed, And the skies are a distinct pale blue: What a lovely place it is! RAYAD MOORE SEASONS by ERIC FEELEY Spring is the rabbit-comer, It comes fast as the rabbit runs, On small little feet so very fast, Stays for a little then is past. Summer is somewhat like a turtle, It staggers, large, heavy and fertile. Though it is hot, warm and fruitful, It is also one of the most beautiful. When I think of the chameleon. It is the fall that is really in. Although it is chilly in the fall, I think the fall is the most beautiful of all. I think winter is somewhat like a bear, The snow on the world is its hair. It lies there, strong, mighty and white, And seldom is challenged to a fight. WI-IAT'S TO BE LEARNED? The most important thing to be learned in an institute of education is . . . Billy! my robust Aunt Dahlia bellowed with her famous 'foxhunt' bellow which manages to rattle one's head rather like an acorn shaken in a cup. Yes, aged relative! I called back as heartily as possible, but it fell a far cry from Aunt Dahlia's ear- shattering roar. Telephone! Thank you! I'll take it out here in the garden! I called, rather weakly this timeg you see, my vocal chords are easily exhausted when conversing with Dahlia. Then I picked up the phone and answered in the customary fashion. What? Waah, said the caller, You startled me. Who is it? I, it's Jack, said Jack. I'm acquainted with at least six 'Jacks'. Which one is this? Speak up, man. You know, Jack. Your old school buddy. Do you mean . . . Pooper Jack? Yes, Jack the Pooper, whatever. My Lord! I . . . it's been years, I exclaimed. Yuh, well, I just wanted to ask a small favour. Shoot, old chum, I replied with some display of cheeriness. How's Dahlia? Get on with it. Oh, yeah. Well, you see, old man, I'm a reporter now, or a journalist for all the title's worth. I'm doing an article on 'The most important thing to be learned from an Institute of Educationl In other words what did we learn in school? I-Iow about it? How about what? How about me interviewing you to get your opinion on the subject? Okay, Pooper. Over lunch? Great! You pay. One o'clock at Georgia's. I hung up. I say, old bird! I yelled to Dahlia, That was an old college chum, and he's giving me lunch, so you can count me out for the afternoon. Right ho Bill. I'll see you later. Have you got your brolly? she called, and as she did so, I noted with a casual start Qtranslation: my heart hit the top of my mouth with a thudi that a window had been dislodged by means of the shock waves created by Dahlia's voice. It's only intention seemed to be to bounce off my noodle. I arrived at Georgia's at about two forty. I located as GL ll-1 Pooper and greeted him. I-Iello Pooper, I said cheerily, Sorry I'm late, but a window fell on me. How dreadful for you. he cried. Sit down. Gosh, you haven't changed a bit, Bill. Liar, I replied jovially, l've grown three in- ches, gone blond and grown a beard since I saw you last. Oh, he said, Yeah, I suppose you do look a little different. Oh, say, Bill, do you remember the time I tied a rope to the axle of your car, and to a street lamp? And then told me the matron was after me, so I shot out of the school, into my car, and was off like a flash, sans back wheels! I won't forget that as long as I live! But I got you back! I said as I tucked into a tossed salad. You sure did! Pooper couldn't keep from snickering. You put itching powder on my soap just before I showered. I didn't stop itching for weeks! he chuckled while beginning a bowl of French onion soup. Four and a half weeks, to be exact, I said, I'll never forget that either! You got detained for disturbing the class for fourteen days in a row! Hoo boy! The tears were rolling down my face at that point as I was mercilessly attacking a leg of lamb. How about the gunpowder in the pipe tobacco? he managed to ask while rolling around the floor. That wasn't me, Pooper, although I remember that one too! I said, That was Graham that got that one! He was scorched for months! I cried between spasms of laughter. I wouldn't be surprised if he stopped smoking altogether! he said gleefully as he started to work on a crepe Suzette. But seriously now, Bill, what was the most important thing you learned in school? Pooper asked earnestly. I thought for a bit fa difficult operation for me, I assure you!J and said after a pregnant pause, I could say Russian literature or something like that, but I won't. Hmmm. ftranslation, I agreej. Again I fell into a deep reverie, remembering the soap on the shower floor, I nearly broke my nect that time, on the loose floor board Pooper and gang rigged in my room so that when I stepped on it, it bapped me squarely on the nose, flattening it a bit, as well as breaking it, which doesn't do much for your profile, I'll tell you! I think it's probably survival. I said finally as I finished my tea. I saw Pooper's article in the paper several days later. My part read as follows: I spoke with an old school chum and asked for what he thought the most important thing learned was. His reply was contrary to scientific belief. He said 'Survival' without a moment's hesitation. Again I thought about the subject lit was becoming a habbitll. After a while I broke down and admitted that the scientists were probably right. But this was only on the outside layer of my brain, not the inside. In other words, I lived my whole life saying to myself, 'the most important thing I learned in school was Russian literature,' but knowing all along that it was survival. The most mericful END RONNY BOCK MY STRANGE NEIGHBOURS Perhaps , I said to my Investment broker in London, If I invest in Fortified Inc. I mean . . . . Fortunately for my fortunes, I was interrupted by a series of reverburating thumps. I-Iarump! I grunted. What is wrong? asked Botny in his distinctly British manner. I-Imm? Oh, that ass next door is playing that awful racket on his phonograph. I can't imagine how he manages to listen to that Beethoven. It's so depressing! Wait, I'Il phone you back, I said abruptly and slammed the receiver onto the cradle. This is it! That was the last straw Mr. Upjohn! This means war!! I screamed at the wall. l'm certain he heard me because he raised the volume on his contraption another forty-four decibels. Sol I bellowed That's how it is, eh? Well isn't it a good thing that I play the bloody trumpet! and I promptly fetched my weapon. Trumpets, I might add are amongst my least favoured catagory. Why, you may ask, do you play the thing if you dislike it so? Why, indeed! The sole reason I learned the thing is because my mother gave a choice: Billy, dearest , she said Pick! Either you hurl your saliva through a trumpet . . . or a tuba! That explains why I play the trumpet. So, I took my trumpet to the living room, and sat with the instrument four inches from the wall. I don't know if you've ever head a Scott Joplin rag played on a trumpet. I'm quite sure that if you had, you'd remember with a pronounced shudder, because, next to Beethoven, it is the most cruel punishment that can be dealt to the human ear. I proceeded to play Easy Winner , one of Joplin's louder rags and indeed, I played with vigour for the sake of my crumbling apartment, because the reverburating bass of a Beethoven symphony does more damage to a house than a wrecking crew does in a week. I played so perfectly hideously that within six seconds, Mr. Upjohn had his cursed contraption silenced, and most probably discarded. I wouldn't be at all surprized if he had thrown every God-forsaken phonograph disc he owned out the window as promptly as possible. Just in case he hadn't, I stored my trumpet where it could be easily located. There came a small scraping noise from my door. Visions of my life flashed before my eyes in a frenzy. I shot up in my chair and the hair on my scalp flew skyward. But, a solution hit me. It was only Mrs. Swaniger peeking through my keyhole, intent on discovering how many young ladies I was engaged in entertaining. I dashed to the door intent on catching her in the act, and threw open the door with violent force. There followed a bang and a squeal of anguish from an injured landlady, who was sprawled across the floor in an undignified manner. Luckily, her Aberdeen terrier managed to get away from under her before she made contact with the ground. Bartholamew twhy she called an Aberdeen terrier that, I'lI never knowl gave me an extremely black look and muttered something under his breath in Gaelic. But a kennel of Aberdeen terriers could have rolled their eyes and bared their wisdom teeth without impairing this ecstatic moment. Yes, Mrs. Swaninger? I drawled savouring the moment. Rubbing salt in the wound - if that's the phrase I want. At this point Mrs. Swaninger erupted in a burst of blind fury which reminded me of a short, fat, spectacled, erupting volcano. Vat are joo dooink? she cried in a German accent that the Kaiser himself would be proud to own. I seem to be standing in my doorway at the moment, madam, I snapped sarcastically, What are you doing? She uttered a sound rather like the sound that a child's balloon makes when the air is allowed to escape. She fought to regain her dignity land an upright positionl and she promptly gave me a withering look, started and goose-stepped down the hall. IIS I shut the door and had myself a good chuckle, and just as I began to phone my broker, my door was subject to one of the worst attacks that could be launched at it. Ah , I said to myself This must be Mr. O'Brien! and I quickly opened the door before he could rip the frame off the wall. What ho, Mr. O'Brien! I said. How'd you know it was me? Oooh, an educated guess, I suppose , I replied innocently. Find any Communists in the lavatories lately? fMr. O'Brien was under the impression he belonged to the C.I.A.J I have! He got away by flushing himself down the toilet. He's probably lurking in the sewers now, invading people's privacy! I'd carry a gun, if I was you! He crept back down the hall in his never ending search for Maoists. I shut the door and locked it, leaving the key in the lock to frustrate Mrs. Swaninger's wary eye. It's a wonder I put up with this zoo! RONNY BOCK THE SHORTCUT One day at the Brown's farm Peter was sent on an errand to fetch a hammer from their old workshed which stood well behind the house and had a sheep pen in front of it. Peter, thinking he was so smart, decided that instead of running around the sheep pen he could climb along on mother's clothsline that led over a corner of the pen to the shed. Hey Mom how strong is the clothsline? Pretty strong, why? Oh just wondering. Peter jumped onto the clothsline and started to climb like a tree sloth. He was just about over the sheep pen when the clothsline started to bounce up and down. It shook him off right smack into the sheep pen where he sat quite bewildered, looking through the fence at the workshed. One of the sheep came along and stared at him. Out of the house he heard his mother's voice: Peter where is the hammer, Peter slowly got up and brushed the dirt off his pants. He was furious with himself. He climbed over the fence and ran out of the sheep pen and ran to fetch the hammer. ERIC HEGMANN lib A BORED GRAMMAR STUDENT Oh no, here comes Sherwood! I hope it's not grammar again. Yep, it is he's pulling out his grammar text. I could burn that book. I mean it's so boring and complicated, nouns, verbs, subjects, verbals and prepositions. It's not that I don't like it, it's so needless. When are we going to use it? If I get a business job I'll get my secretary to write my letters. And if I don't get a desk job I won't need it. Maybe I'lI get a job in a restaurant. Yea, food. I wonder what we're having for lunch I hope it's fish, - no we had that yesterday. Maybe it's lamb. Oh! Oh! Sherwood asked a question. I better put up my hand and make like I'm paying attention. Yes Feeley, whats the answer? Oh frigg, now. I'm in for it. I better think up something fast. I got it! What was the question again sir? There I stalled a bit. Pick out the verbals in the sentence and classify them I've got to stall longer. Um . . .er . . . a . . . How much longer do I have to stall for. Five minutes! I won't make it. Wait what's Kayser getting up for. He's not suppose to ring the bell for another five minutes. Oh yea, the clock is five minutes slow. RRRIIINNNGGG. Saved by the bell. AN EAGER STUDENT OF GRAMMER Oh good here comes Mr. Sherwood. I hope we do grammer. I love grammar. Its pretty important too. Qlf I write a job application or write a letter to see if they need anyone.J And if they find a million grammatical mistakes then they will think I'm not very well educated. But if I impress them, that in- creases my chances of getting that job. Oh, Mr. Sherwood just asked a question I hope he picks me. Nope he didn't, maybe next time. Oh, I have to go to the bathroom. I better hold it I don't want to miss anything. Especially since we're so close to testing period. I hope I do well. I did pretty well last testing period. I could have done better if I only had studied a little longer. I hope he gives us a good amount of prep. That will give me a good chance to practice. I think I'll go for extra help too. There are a couple of points I don't get. RRRIIINNNGGG That was short. Well I guess if you like a subject it just flies past. BRIAN FEELEY SA DEATH IN THE EVENING I need a volunteer for night patrol barked the Sargeant as he stared at his platoon. The sun is almost down! Who's going tonight? bellowed the battle-weary vet. I volunteer! answered Vasil Stansky, a Polish Jew who had been in America when the war broke out. When young Stansky learned that he couldn't return to his native Poland, he joined the paratroopers. Stansky was only a kid, but he was a good soldier. You always volunteer started the Sarge. You've been out on night patrol three times in a row! Haven't you killed enough Krauts? A man has to sleep once in a while, the Sarge said. I sleep somethings, answered Stansky as he cocked his Thompson submachine gun. If I didn't have to sleep, I'd volunteer for night patrol every night! he snapped. Okay, kid! You're it! Get cracking as soon as it's dark enough, replied the Sarge as he shrugged his shoulders. By the way, Sarge, continued Stansky before the Sergeant could walk away. I have parents in a concentration camp in Poland. I don't know if they're living or dead. If they're lucky, they're dead. So, if you must know, the more Nazis that I kill, the better I feel! The Sarge nodded. Even the enlisted men heard rumors about what the Nazis did to captured Jews. The Kid's hatred for the enemy was understandable. Stansky checked the razor sharp knife and then replaced it in its sheath. It's dark enough now, he announced. Out of his foxhole and into the forest he slipped like a living shadow. The war was coming to an end. The Nazis had to pay for what they did to his mother, father, his people. Stansky would make him pay! Many, many Germans would die by his hands before the final truce was signed. Moving like a cat, he crept through the dark woods. The enemy was near. He could smell those bloody murderers! Then, suddenly, he heard it! It was the sound of voices speaking in German. He smiled as he crept closer and closer and closer. The enemy was just ahead. The Nazi soldiers were camped behind some bushes. From the sounds of the numerous voices, he could tell that it was an entire platoon. To open up on them would be suicide! One of them would get him before he could get them all. The sensible thing was to turn tail and run. The smart thing to do was to head for home. Would he? Stansky slipped off the safety catch on the trigger. He grinned from ear to ear. Then, like a madman, like a demon from hell he ran into the camp of the enemy, blasting away at everything that moved! He saw the enemy soldiers falling under his trail of fire, but as their clips emptied into his body, his last thoughts were of his mother, his father, his homeland and his people. ANDRE KYSSA THE FIRST FLIGHT As I saw Dan open the window of the room which I was in, a gust of chilly wind struck me. I was freshly made yesterday by Dan, and this was the first time I really saw the outside. Now was my chance to try and catch the next gust of wind, that would blow through the window. Before I knew it I was flying straight out, really flying, higher and higher. Now that I could fly wherever I pleased, I headed in the direction of an open field. On my way I had to pass a large bushy maple tree. I tried to go around it, but the wind was so strong that I crashed right into the top branches of the tree. I didn't know what to do. The tree was swinging back and forth and the leaves were making more noise that frightened me. I was growing quite desperate. And then, a sudden gust of wind blew me off the branch and I went tumbling towards the ground. How I didn't know, but when I looked around I found myself on the lawn and there was Dan kicking a soccer ball. He saw me. I was saved. E. HEGGMANN There it was in the trees The hive of all the killer bees, They were all around me here and there- I thought it wasn't very fair. C. FUTTERES 'II7 , .J THE OLD TRAIN STATION It was early in the morning at the old country station. People were bustling about buying tickets to go to town. There was the mumbling of the country folk as they stared down the track impatiently. Some children cried happily at their first glimpse of the diesel train. The noise of the engine grew louder and louder as the train came nearer to the station. Finally the brakesscreeched and the train ground to a halt. A few of the passengers were still saying good-bye to their friends or relatives and one would hear bits and pieces of quick conversation like I-Iave a good trip! All aboard! yelled the conductor and blew the whistle. The wheels of the train clanked and slowly started to turn. Some people on the platform waved and people on the train waved back. As the train slowly pulled out of the station there was a lovely dog barking after it. E. HEGMANN A HERON High in the sky a Heron hovered over the water with its head hunched into its shoulders and its legs straight out behind it. The blue giant landed in a shallow edge of a lake fringed with bushes and sand. He cautiously waded about in the water for any choice delicacy, a silver fish. Suddenly the bird stood motionless, like a statue, only the feathers on his head to show he was alive. He had spotted a fish swimming unaware that he was in reach of his enemy. The heron's head jerked forward faster than the eye could see and disap- peared under the water. A moment later the heron's head reappeared and in his mouth wriggled the fish. In one big gulp the fish was gone. The heron flew off into the early morning mist. BRIAN KING THE UGLY SLIMY ARM Suddenly a slimy arm shot out from the dark, gloomy water, I gave out a cry for help. The slimy arm was pulling me into the dark gloomy water. I quickly thought what I should do. I felt in my pocket and found my rusty old penknife. I took it out and IIB with all my strength hacking away at the slimy arm. It was a dreadful sight the blood was almost pure black. It was just a few inches from the dark evil water. I gave a final hack at the gross arm I am free I shouted. Quickly but very scared, I got up and ran off as fast as my legs could carry me, not looking back. The next thing I knew, I was in my comfortable bed with my mother sitting on the side of the bed. You're only having a bad dream, you should not have watched The Ugly Slimy Arm on T.V., she exclaimed. MARK BULMER SPOOKS I was coming back from my Uncle's house on a very old dirt road. It was close to six o'clock in the evening when suddenly I heard some very strange sounds. But I could not figure out where they came from. I looked around and saw a wall. I climbed over it and looked around and noticed that it was a grave yard. I heard another awful sound. And again the same sound. I felt that it was coming from under my feet. I jumped aside and watched with my eyes fixed on the tomb and then to my surprise the earth was growing into a small hill. then suddenly it ripped in two and I saw a coffin containing a skelton. A group of bats came flying along and I heard a funny noise and saw two gleaming eyes. Then I heard this awful laugh and I turned around and saw a ghost ap- proaching me. I was twisting around shouting and screaming for help when my dad came into my bedroom and woke me up. He asked me what happened and I told him I had an awful dream. My father gave me a glass of water and told me not to dream about awful things but about good things and soon I was asleep again. E.P. RECHNITZER SCHOOL Paper, pencil chairs and books Give your teacher smiling looksg Smile an A, frown a C- I like my teachers, so they like me. M. GUGLICH A TALE OF TERROR The snowdrifts pile higher and higher as the snow floated softly downwards but inside the house the two people did not notice this until dinner was finished. Mr. Johnson looked out of the dining room window and said Well, it looks like you will have to stay for the night. The city is thirty miles away and you'Il never make it in this weather . Fine by me, said Mr. Heddon, but what will we do to while away the hours until bedtime? Well, my friend, said Mr. Johnson, would you like to read a true tale of terror? My word, yes! exclaimed Mr. Heddon, I love to listen to horror. Well, began Mr. Johnson, this is a true ac- count of a horrible crime which happened 25 years ago in a community near here. Well what was the crime? asked Mr. Heddon as they both walked leisurely into the living room. Mr. Johnson replied that the crime was and that there were two people found mauled to death in a car. The event was recorded in the newspapers but, said Mr. Johnson, I will tell you the facts behind the newspaper story' '. Mr. Heddon sat down in a chair by the fire. He felt rather drowsy after the full meal but this story in- terested him so he was inclined to listen. Mr. Johnson continued with his story. There was a boy. His name was Robert. He was a very strange boy and for that reason he was disliked and hated by everyone in the community. Even his parents were a bit uneasy especially when he was reported to have been seen running on all fours up to Cemetary Hill one dark and eerie night. They decided to find out what was really hap- pening with their son. They had been observing their son, and they decided that his actions followed a definite pattern. Once a month, when the full moon shone brightly in the sky, Robert would leave the house and would not return until dawn. They planned to drive with their son to the cottage on the night of the next full moon and to pass by the graveyard at the exact time that the mysterious sightings were said to have taken place. When they started the trip Robert had looked only slightly nervous but, by the time they had almost reached the graveyard the boy looked very ill. His father pulled over to the side of the road to see if Robert was alright and his eyes revealed an awful sight! His son was changing into a wolf! His ears grew long and pointed. His eyes flashed ochre yellow. His lips parted in a snarl his body became covered in coarse grey hair! What used to be their son leaped into the front seat of the car, viciously slew both his parents and escaped running on all fours into the night. He was never seen by anyone of that community again. Excuse me, said Mr. Heddon, but what did the newspaper say? Mr. Johnson replied, They said that all three of them had been killed by a bear and that the boy's body had not been found. Aha! smiled Mr. Heddon, then you didn't tell the truth after all! Mr. Robert Johnson grinned knowingly, showing sharp, white, canine teeth and said, Believe me Mr. Heddon it's the truth! STEVEN WICKENS THE ZOO The monkeys screeched as they jumped and rattled in their cages. The orangatangs roared out loud and spread their glistening white teeth as the apes pounded the rythmic thump, thump on their chests. The pythons hissed nervously and lashed around as the monkeys screeched. The grey wolves bayed at the moon. Their cries echoed through the zoo, the town, the city and also the country. The lion purred deeply in his cell. The horses brayed, galloped a bit and tried to cuddle closely with each other. The chirps of the free birds announced that here is another day at the zoo. ALAIN BARSONY W H9 ln Q . Q - '56 '.'.-.4 .A ,,.. , SF AM 3:5 W:- . f --1.5. 4 ,hs-1 'S W wx! L Q 1 1 X X '11 2:51. ri-Jill! 12--, . Q , ,Aw M QI PN . Af' ..,, --in K . va' 2:1 '? X. ! 4 ' , QM? 5. dlvy may i' I X 1' i !l xxx v ' W . tp, -1 y 4 5 f ' 45 .-,k 1'f,, ,V I 1 Q I' n i . z, 1 f 'Ll' f 1. f f rs . 'TW l. w, x., .- 1 dt: ..- VA S-0 'fvtai i, r ln ada- 1 fa. ..., f h , THE GREAT HOSPITAL I sat perfectly still and listened to the hustle and bustle of the Great Ottawa General Hospital. The intercom was blaring for some doctor in the operating r0Om-Stat. I could faintly hear the murmur of a man receiving his Last Rights in a room to my left. Just then I heard a scream of an ambulance stopping at the emergency entrance. This was followed by the clattering of a cart-wheel tearing down the hall and a nurse saying to put him in a room - on the double. I felt myself moving. I was being pushed into a room by a nurse. She set me on a table and started to get ready for the procedure. A doctor came in out of the crowded corridor. He whispered something to the nurse, and she went quietly into a little closet. Coming back out I heard the whine of a light on wheels coming closer and closer. I heard the click of the light going on and the doctor strolling over to my bed. His shoe made a scratching sound on the floor. I heard the door open and a voice call to the doctor for an emergency, he told me to stay calm and to stay in my room. I heard the opening and closing of the door. A minute passed and the doctor came back into the room and wheeled a squeaky cart over by my bed and started to take off the bandages from my eyes. The sound of the bandages being twisted off terrified me. Finally it came off and I relaxed. He tried to open my eyes but they needed more time to heal, and he and the nurse set to work making new bandages for my eyes. I heard the squeak of the scissors cutting the cloth and the cold feeling of the medicine he put on the cloth patches. He finished and walked out of the room with his squeaking shoes. Then the nurse put me in a wheelchair that felt like it needed repairs badly. We went out in the busy hall and slowly made our way through the crowd. I could hear people in pain. She wheeled me out where a cab took me home. Although I hadn't seen a thing, I had a picture in my mind of a very clear and total experience. MARK FINN THE TRIP AROUND THE WORLD We were nearly ready for the trip around the world. We were going to try to make a world record. That Saturday afternoon we set off. I was captain of the beautiful sailing ship, the Sabastian 3 g I had a crew of a cook, an engineer, a navigator and some normal mates, - in all we were seven and one crew. We set sail in the Fallsland Islands in South America. Ill From there we traveled for eight days before we arrived in Cape Town in South Africa. We didn't stop there for long, we only got supplies. Our next destination was Australia. That Afternoon we were nearly finished loading supplies when my first mate came up to me and said, Sir what I am going to say is on behalf of the crew and I. Yes what is it I asked. He said Well we were thinking of, if we got a steady wind we could make it to Australia in 36 days instead of 39. I looked up to him and said Why are you telling me this? Because we want to stay a day in this beautiful place. Again I looked up to him and said Alright you have until noon tomorrow. Thank you sir He said saluted and ran off. The next morning the crew and I went for a tour around Cape Town. We only got back to Sabastian 3 at dark. The next morning we sailed away. The mates had been right. We got to Australia in 36 V2 days, we were not going to stay there for long. Within 5 hours we left. We arrived at the top of the U.S.S.R. in about 2 weeks. We stayed there a while and then left for Canada. It took us longer than we had expected but we got there. Then we were on our final destination the Fulkenland Island . We spent 63 days but the world record was 61 days. We were all sad that we didn't make it but it doesn't count if you win or lose: it's that we tried that counts. G. SARUAAS THE GHOST OF ASHBURY The easy sweep of the chalk brush and the sound of water trickling down the blackboard mingled with parts of a conversation could be heard from 7A and several other classrooms. Mike and I were doing our evening round of the school. Mike slowly switched the topic to whether I believed in ghosts or not. I don't really know what to say, I replied. You know that reminds me of a sad incident that happened last year. You weren't here so you wouldn't know, but last year a guy was killed playing around on the steps of Argyle. Really? What happened? I butted in. I was just about to tell you. Well anyway, we were walking up the stairs when this guy Lawrence got this funny idea and started to show off. A fancy cartwheel took him to the top of the stairs, and a jump to the bottom. The jump wasn't so simple for you had to duck your head as there is a ledge there. He then jumped backwards from the middle of the stairs and rolled into a backward flip. Feet failing, Lawrence fell into a headlong fall to the floor, A sharp snap and his neck was broken. He didn't like school very much and people say he haunts it. Thinking I believed him he went happily about his business of going home, for we were finished our job. The next day he reminded me that people said the ghost sometimes turned into a monster. The following morning Mr. Lister sent me up to a small attic where he kept costumes and things for a play. Upon arrival I tried the light switch but not the slightest twinkle of light floated into the room. A sharp click sounded from behind me and I swung around to see the door close behind me. A box from a pile of crates tumbled down and fell at my feet. Thoughts of Mike's story flashed through my mind. I heard a whining, and a small breeze close to my head told me something had been launched at my head! I knew Friday the thirteenth was supposed to be a bad day but April the first wasn't. A blanket fell over my head and I was pressed to the fIoor by a bar of metal. The ghost of Ashbury! Suddenly the blanket was flung off, the electric lights dazzled my eyes, and a laughing voice yelled out, April fools! Sure enought, - there was Mike laughting his head off. K. WOOD THE MOST IMPORTANT DAY During the fall my dad and I went for a hunting trip to the northern Canadian forest. The trip there lasted about two hours by car. It was fun driving because there was so much scenery. Often we would see a deer or another animal dart quickly across the highway. When we reached the campsite on a small lake, we unloaded all the camping geer. We ate supper and prepared for our hunt of the next day. My dad got out his twelve gauge shotgun and his shells, and also my twenty-two calibre hunting rifle and bullets for it. Then we prepared our tent and sleeping bags and went to bed. The next day, we got up quite early - about five- thirty A.M. We got dressed, ate breakfast, and set off. We drove along a small trail in the forest for about ten or fifteen minutes. Then we parked the jeep and continued down the trail for fixe minutes. We decided to split tip for fifteen minutes and signal each other with a gunshot. I walked slowly down a trail for a while. I turned and went back up the trail but it seemed to get thinner, and finally disappeared. I looked around and did not recognize any landmark. I realized that I was lost! l fired several gunshots into the air, but the wind carried the sound away. The evening was coming on, and so I built a fire. I managed to shoot a deer for food, and presently I settled down for the night. Next morning I set off to find camp. I walked through the forest for a while and soon came to a meadow. However, I was not the only one exploring the meadow. A young lynx was prowling about. He was a wild cat - a hunter who lived in the wilder- ness. He was hungry - hungry enought to attack anything even larger than himself. When I saw him rushing towards me, I didn't wait to see what he wanted from me. I raised my rifle to my shoulder, took aim, and fired. The lynx crashed to the ground, rolled over, and lay still. Suddenly my father hurried from the forest. He had heard the shot and hurried to see what had happened. Dad! Dad! I cried, dropping my gun and ran to him. .lames! you're alive! my father exclaimed. I explained my whole adventure to him back at camp. When we separated, I got lost. I fired several shots into the air, but the wind carried the sound away. I cooked a deer over a fire, and was attacked by a lynx the next day. I shot it, and that's when you found me. And as I finished my story, I realized how important it was that I had survived my ordeal. JAMES BOCIEK. X4 ICJ Tlj gl THE ASHBURY APPLEBY EXCHANGE Once a year an exchange takes place between the Ashbury grade 8A's and the Appleby 8H students. This year it was my turn. l looked forward to this event with great expectations. Students from last year's exchange gave me a good idea of what it would be like. Now I would see for myself. Our bus left Ashbury at about 12:30 P.M. I had tucked away my suitcase and made myself comfortable inside the Maple Leaf bus. The bus ride turned out to be very long and lucky for us we stopped at MacDonald's and had a hearty lunch. The bus took us through a large iron gate and into the college grounds. I was surprised to see the large buildings much bigger than Ashbury's. Our billets, Mr. and Mrs. Reid picked Kevin and me up at the college. On Monday morning we were brought to the college and assembled in the 8A classroom. This room turned out to be much like our rooms at Ashbury. We were greeted by some Appleby teachers and our day included a visit to the Holland Mash. This is a large agricultural area. From there we went on to visit Ste. Marie among the Hurons. This is a settlement in the early 1700's which is now under reconstruction. Upon our return we were picked up once more by Mrs. Reid. Day two brought a trip to Ridley College where we were playing a soccer game. We ate lunch there and was it delicious! Ridley is situated in St. Catherines near Hamilton. The buildings at Ridley were traditional and also very stylish, but very much larger than Ashbury. We had a very good time there. Our team lost but this did not dampen our spirits. Following this we had a short trip to Niagara Falls and then an enjoyable trip to Marineland. On Wednesday we got down to some serious work at Appleby. This was a normal day just like at Ashbury with one exception - we went swimming. Appleby has a beautiful pool and I wish Ashbury could have one too. Our science period was en- joyable, we were allowed to touch all sorts of animals from a twelve foot python to baby mice and rats. This science room was very taken care of and well stocked and laid out. But the return trip came all to soon. We thanked our billets as we said goodbye. At Oakville station we boarded a train and journeyed back to Ottawa. PETER BOKOVOY CHILDREN'S INTERNATIONAL VILLAGE How would you like to spend your summer at an International Village? Well I did and it was an ex- 124 perience I shall always remember. It was made possible by Children's International Summer Villages, an organization whose aim is to promote international peace and understanding through children. Each year the Ottawa Chapter is invited to send a delegation of four eleven year olds to one or more of the villages being held in any of the sixty-five member countries. This summer three friends from Ottawa and I joined nine other delegations from all over the world for four weeks of fun-filled activities at the University of Waterloo. We did not all speak the same language but we quickly learned to com- municate in some amusing ways. When you desperately want to trade your 'C.l.S.V. NORGE' T- shirt for a 'SKI CANADA' one which labels you a member of the 'NATIONAL TEAM', you soon find a way to get your message across! My German friend, too, had no trouble letting us know that she found pancakes with maple syrup were not exactly her idea of a Gourmet's Delight! It was surprising how quickly we made new friends and we all helped to cheer up a homesick girl who suddenenly realized thousands of miles away from her home in the Philippines she would not see her parents again for four weeks. The best day at the Village was Dedication Day. Everyone dressed in a national costume and sang songs and performed dances from the various countries. When we all got togeher for a photograph it was quite a colourful sight! Each evening a different delegation put on a display of skits and songs and we were treated to a different National meal. I enjoyed the greasy British fish-and-chips but found the Spanish seafood hard to digest. The month flew by and on the last day everyone was very sad. However, we all left with happy memories of the village as well as souvenirs to remind us of our friends and girl friends. As our director told us, it was not the end but the beginning of lifetime friendships. I often recall how we all assembled each evening under the flag to join our new friends in singing the C.I.S.V. song. C.I.S.V. SONG l. Here in this village you may see Children living happily Different race and different land, Here we come to understand One another's point of view, Learning through the things we do How alike am I to you. 2. Here we live and eat and sleep, Talk and laugh and sometimes weep, Here we share our hopes and fears, Build a bridge across the years, Sow a seed and plant a tree Beneath whose branches there may be All the nations gathered free. PUBLIC SPEAKING Again this year we held our annual Junior School Public Speaking Contest. Many people participated in class competitions for representatives at the semifinals. Winners were, from 8A, Latta and Ruddock, from 8, Naisby and Campeau, from 7A, Booth, and from 7, Holmes. The semifinals were held during games period one day. Each contestant went up before most of the Junior School, and the three judges who were Mr. Babbitt, Mr. Polk, and Mr. Rice. The three finalists, chosen to speak at the Father and Son Night, were Mark Ruddock, John Booth, and Brett Naisby. When the big night came, Argyle Hall was packed with fathers, sons and staff. First to speak was Brett Naisby, who got off to a false start but recovered very well. Second was John Booth, speaking about television. Third came Mark Ruddock, whose speech on junk food has put me off McDonald's milk shakes, I can assure you! After a few tense minutes of waiting, the judges returned, and declared Brett Naisby the winner. Speaking for all the competitors, I would like to thank all the judges and organizers for letting us have a chance at Public Speaking. BRETT NAISBY BLUE SEA LAKE We left on Friday and got there about 5:30 P.M., and got the tents set up and unrolled our sleeping bags. For supper we had spaghetti and corn. People lay around and others like me and Pancho went down to put the boats in the water and paddle a canoe. That night Mr. Crockett came up with his camper and his family. The teachers socialized to their hearts' desire while us kids had pop and milk. Mr. Sherwood told us to go to bed at ap- proximately l0:00 P.M. and he came into the tents 3. That our children so may grow In a world we did not know, Sharing all they have to give, Learning how to love and live. ln our hands the future liesg Seize the moment here it flies. Stamp the present with an act, Dare to make our dream a fact. and sang his song to us. ln the morning for breakfast we had Mr. Polk's scrambled eggs, Mr. Babbitt's famous fried bacon and toast. After breakfast there was orienteering which all of us hated. There were about three people per group. My group was Al and Leslie Crockett and myself. It was very wet and cold. Everyone came back soaked or very cold. After orienteering Joe Sherwood came over with his boat to take some people water skiing. Some people went to the fire tower but it was closed half way up. For dinner there was steak, corn and potatoes. Incidentally it was raining when we had the barbecue. After eating some people went out and roasted marshmallows over the coals. That night bed was at - fget thisj 9:30 Lon a weekendj. Sunday morning we had scrambled eggs, bacon and toast. After packing our packs we then put them in the cars and went to Joe's cottage. We went water skiing. Mr. Fox and myself swam across in the 52 water tmy calculationsl to this little island and explored it. About 1:00 P.M. we had hotdogs, coke, and chocolate cake fwhat a mixturej. Then we thanked Joe and then were on our way back to Ashbury College, but before the bus got back Mr. Beedell stopped again at the Wakefield Bakery. Mr. Beedell ordered some bread and also let us get some baked goods. We were on our way back, back to school and ghastly work. I think that it was a very good trip and I enjoyed it thoroughly. And I hope everyone else did. JOHN WICKHAM 946, '-u-vu. F' 1 4 M .Ag THE HALLOWEEN PARTY It was another very successful year at the Babbitt's annual Halloween party. When we arrived, we were fitted into costumes which the Babbitts had gone out of their way to get for us. We then ate a dinner of an assortment of sandwiches, cakes, cookies, drinks and a lot of other goodies. After dinner, we went out for trick-or-treats for a good hour or two and then returned to the house to play some games and have some refreshments. I sincerely thank the Babbitts for all of the work they did to ensure that we would have an enjoyable Halloween. CASEY FUTTERER -443 vo 0 M-A bf ,-, +84 SOFTBALL, Back Row Sky Matthews Shane Simpson Ed Rechmtzer Dave Arnold Front Row: Brian Smith, Casey Futterer Greg Yull an-.ns-521:-l .. ,-JZ' -1 S P1 ff IL ,.. If ..1 Photos By B. Gormley 41 Q ?:!a1f1 . .f N A I Ifvl , 3 ifalt F ., .F uiai' -Q w 'E-1:5 v' Q I' ' me ' i . WMS - ' -- . 'Q A Ll! YJJQ IST V X FIRST SOCCER, Buck Row: T,G. Sellers, J.A,A.W. Wickham, J. Bobinski, D.R. Gamble, B.H. Campeau, M.P. Maclsaac, .l.S. Crockett, Esq. Franz Row: M.A, Futterer, S.L. Kayser, D.R.F. Yull, D. Moonje, S,K.C. Grainger, Capt., M.A. Binavince, H.A. Fteitag, J.H. Heggtxeit, D.D. Young. SECOND SOCCER, Back Row: M.A. Seropian, A.N. Morton, A.M. MacLaren, M.H. Ruddock, P.A. Bokovoy, M.F. Blair, L.H. Habets, M.H.E. Sherwood, Esq. Front Row: A.K. Khan, S.B. Naisby, E.M. Bobinski, D.G.A1ce, A.S. Hunter, M. Natterer, M.G.S. Willis. ,.a....--1.-,.,. Mi. if L ' 'Q . . i ,.-.. - - u X . 1 V 1 4 5 - - f: . V4-V V . J- fx. 1 .1 R -. - ' - V. QI .- 4 47 1 v X XR ' hi -' -A - ,' iw , K f Al 'N , fj 'X 'lf f ,',, , u is 1 W U I -4- Y, , it , Wa: I -5 I X Q - .I X .. W X I , . 1 X tg , 3 L1 1,7 . ,fir 4 I i S I 1 1 n fj1- 1 . ' 1 ' N - fb -1- , f , K. . h P I E ,EY A, N Y , -Y 7 Y n . 1 I I ' 1 Q . 4 i, l ' 5 ' R. ' . ' N I , , I r A W,-,.fA'n 1 ,, X , -L . , 1 X X 5 K . ,. -' ' f ' 1, r -- . ' . . 3' Et' h V .f . , if V , - t , .2 'I .W fi 1 I 1 : , K m A ..,'n.Q 'c, x:.4 ,D , jj'-I D ' 511 in-J A , 1 Jai! This year's First Soccer team was quite successful. We managed to defeat or tie every team sent against us, except Appleby and Crescent which are two very strong teams. l think that every member of the team enjoyed all our trips. We will always recall coming back from L.C.C. when there was an air-lock in the gas tank of the van. We stood outside a gas station for a few hours while the van was in for repairs. Everybody enjoyed the final luxurious trip when we played U.C.C. and Crescent and stayed at an elegant hotel called the Victoria Travel Lodge. The hotel was equipped with elevators, drink machines, a sauna, a swimming pool, a whirlpool bath, a store and an assortment of T.V. video games. On behalf of the members of the first soccer team I would like to thank Mr. Crockett and Mr. Sherwood for their instruction, patience and good spirit. JOHN HEGGTVEIT ' -.-Q 'rrtf-w I IN x1 M' N-ff 'td znd soccER t The 2nd team s first game was at Lakefield College on a cold and rainy day We got the first goal scored by Terry McMahon The game went downhill from then on. The final score was 8 l for Lakefield. Our next game was against a very strong Appleby team. It was a hard fought match but Appleby came out on top 3 2 The next day we played Appleby again but we could not rout this powerful Appleby team. The final score again was 3 2 The same day we played Crescent School from Toronto. After the half it was 0 0 yet again we were denied a vic- tory The final outcome was 2 l in favour of Crescent. Our first win was against U.C.C. on our big trip to Toronto The score was 3 l for us. That day we added a new member to our team Gus Jacobs who scored our first goal' Our last game of the season was against Crescent on a very cold day We lost to them again 4-0. Everyone played very well especially Ed Bobinski who played with unending stamina On behalf of the team l thank Mister Sherwood for a gm' Season BRETT NAISBY 4.4: L V ' ' Q ' , U 4' ' K, 14 1 a J ll l Q JV. f - , -- .zh N tf4-' Ag ., - -j. f L ,Q N.-Vrwautz--'43 .4 - 4. -,. ' --- -w Yr' . in .',. ' t . . f-fy s I 'VXTMSS . - 4 4 - 1.4: V if .. -.af 'u s . ,. - . : . 1 . - 'np -' . ' 'E',fu.11xf':..., I .Tc a'Z 3f-S-- 1 1 , ,J ' . ' '. - Jkt! .1 1 'Q --e 2, Y ' i ., -x, -P Q P' ' ' c . 5- N -'Y' ,KES . 1 'v 41.31 i'. , . Y - Y v ' f - SUMMER SOCCER CLINIC During the last week of the summer holiday Ashbury held a two day soccer clinic for boys and staff. The first day Mr. Thompson from the Canadian Soccer Association came to coach the staff and a few boys. He did drills in the basic soccer skills. He also set up a course of stakes for running w ith the ball. On the second day it was the boys' turn. The group of some 50 or so boys was divided into tour teams. They took turns to play, watch a film and do drills. The teachers kept notes as to the players' abilities to help them in organizing teams at the start of the school year. BOB LATTA 'l :,,. Iv - C.. v 1 , 5.32, ' . ,M .55 Laffy .lfyr ' . 4' 41. fill g .1 t al -' ,.. . e 3 ,X B1 ' ' gh' e . itil T H -at l LSI r ' 1 , 'Q ' .t f.- ' . , J w- .. v.f.f...fa--we . H ...f- , K , ,f, 1t- 'f , if Q . . , D .' .- Q - W ' P- -, 'A A ' f Q,-ft -w.. - Q -Q S -res 'N 4... 'fu' -.-KA . ' ,N E s. is f 1- ' j 1' '-,IA 2 545 t ' 4 ,-:g....w - -' -, '- L. 5:54 .1.,-'vf' ,,- ' r -,, J. A :,,v1f ,, I '--f . f.. . '- .,fa ','..'-' 1 7 ' ,v jfs.. 'if-. .- 591 A 3 . ,,.i'.3. . - ' - tx Q4 '- ' ,' l if 6 Y' 'A 5 X IA' ' T L s N un' , in ff! .'. P 7. ,. 'i 14. N' ' 'jyit ' 4L fi: - A- ri' ' 3' . A E4SI5r'.' ' A.. lie r.-W ,lag JL we ' X i 1 A .- .v g , -J --X fs. ,4 4 , .-N V' N'-8 , Alf fm- , ' ' f- 1 - - , eg- , ' ,, ' ,L ' . ' . . 129 3, do 3A SOCCER, Back Row: J.H. Humphreys, Esq.g J.R. Lister, R.S. Bock, Capt., S.M. Ellis, B.M. Feeley. Middle Row: R. Gwyn, D.P. Pelletier, A. Lister, A. Abellan, R.H. Edmonds, D. Horwood. Front Row: R.J. Mann, M.A.R. Przednowek, L.W. Jacobs, A.P. lnderwick, F.M. Finn. 3B SOCCER, Back Row: J.H. Humphreys, Esq.g I.R, Rihanczy, J.B. Baxter, S.C.K. Stone, Capt., M. Ketterman, N. Cavanagh. Middle Row: P.T. Naessen, J. McMahon, M.G. Holmes, F. Coteaux, ,l.R. Hoddinott, H.T. LCogan, D.I. Lemvig-Fog. Fronr Row: G.R. Hall, J.G. Booth, G.J. Sarvass, N. Thie, J. Puddicombe. 3B T 'U mx.- in-' O 4th SOCCER, Back Row: A.R. O'Brien, P. Griffin, R.A. Spencer, S.B. Matthews, W.P.J. Guglich. Middle Row: M.W. Baird, G.A.C Yull, A.K. Henry, Capt.: E. Calleia, P. Healey. Front Row: C. Futterer, C.l. Madison, S.S. Thind, J.W. Bates, A.D. Rhodes, In Back: J.N Valentine, Esq. 3B SOCCER TEAM The season went very wellg out of three games we succeeded in winning two. The first game we played was an exhibition game against Mr. Sherwood's second team: we lost 2-0. We also lost to Appleby. But two days later we got revenge and set them back by a goal from Kavanagh on a penalty kick and another one from Sarvaas. The last game was really an all over defeat for Sedburgh. It was a very high scoring game with many tense points. Edmonds, our goalie for the last game, took quite a few hard hits. Jee played goals for the first two games. He was short, but extremely quick, and the fact he was short cost only one goal. The back and halfbacks played well with a few noticeable stops and checks. Our forward line was slow for the first game, but in the second game the defense had a bit of rest because the ball was almost always at the opposing end. The 3B team had the only victory over Appleby. ASI-IBURY 4th SOCCER VS: Sedbergh: 5-l won Sedbergh: 2-0 won Crescent: 3-0 won U.C.C.: 3-0 won Crescent: l-0 won 14 total 4th TEAM SOCCER Our 4th team was most successful this year under a new coach, Mr. Valentine. After beating Sedburgh 5- 0 Mr. Valentine decided to make a 4B team. They beat Sedburgh 2-0. We beat Crescent 3-0, In our trip to Toronto we beat U.C.C. 3-0 and Crescent I-0. We won every game and the opposition did not score. Keith Henry did a good job as captain. Josh Bates had to sit the year out after a great start, due to a broken armg he later served as manager. Thanks to all teammates who participated. CASEY FUTTERER RESULTS: ASHBURY lst SOCCER VS: Selwyn House: 7-1 won Stanstead: 5-2 won Lower Canada College: 2-l won Sedbergh: 4-2 won Appleby 1-5 lost Appleby: 1-6 lost Bishops: 5-2 won U.C.C.: 0-0 tied Crescent: O-7 lost 25 total lil TOURNAMENT 3A AND 3B SOCCER VS: On Wednesday, 5th October, a squad of fifteen plus manager Dennis Gamble and coaches M. Sherwood and S. Crockett set off by night train to Toronto and then to St. Catharines and Ridley School. Our first game resulted in a 3-2 loss to the eventual winners, Hillfield-Strathallan. We then beat Selwyn House in a series of penalty kicks designed to break the tie. That was the first of our three Friday games. In the next game against Ridley A we outplayed them but could only manage a tie. Then in the tie- breaker we lost on penalty kicks - our last player hitting the upright with his attempt! Against Ridley B we won easily 4-0 but our 2-2 record was just not good enought to get us into the semifinals. We won two games on Saturday morning by the same 1-0 score and as a result finished fifth out of ten competing teams. The tired but satisfied squad arrived back on Saturday evening. The boys were a credit to the School both on and off the field and the coaches were proud of their charges though frustrated by those penalty kicks. Stuart Grainger and David Moonje both gave it all they had and Super-Toed Sellers was a continual thorn in opponents' flesh with his booming kicks. RESULTS Hillfield L. 3-2 Selwyn W. 1-1 QPKJ Ridley A L. l-1 QPKQ Ridley B W. 4-0 St. Johns Ravenscourt, Winnipeg W. 1-0 Halifax, Grammar W. 1-0 SCORERS Grainger 5, Blair 2, Robinski 1, Natterer 1, I-Iabets 1. ASHBURY 2nd SOCCER VS: Sedbergh: 7-0 won Lakefield: l-5 lost Sedbergh: 4-3 won Appleby: 0-3 lost L.C.C: 2-l won Crescent O-2 lost Appleby: 0-3 lost U.C.C.: 3-1 won Crescent: 0-2 lost 132 Sedbergh: Lakefield: Sedbergh: Appleby: Appleby: U .C.C .: Crescent: Appleby: Appleby: 0-1 5-6 3-3 0-2 0-2 0-0 3-3 0-2 2-1 lost 3A lost 3A tied 3A lost 3A lost 3B tied 3A tied 3A lost 3A won 3B Photo by D.D.L. . '! 'Q 1-2 x .iritxzj I ,R W 'JI 9 I 4 N ' , .V-1 , 1 1. .H 1 nr A f-.,-. qw - 1 575: ' ILS -:C A Jllskf U3 JUNIOR SCHOOL lst TEAM we won twice, 4-l and then 4-2. Our second win was inspired by 'Breakway' Joe McMahon's deking of the whole Appleby team and scoring. Our last game was a tough one. All eight of us fought hard for a win, but could only come very close as we lost 4-3. Much thanks goes to Mr. Valentine for his ex- LEADING SCORERS Ashbury 8 Sedberg 5 won Ashbury 34 Lakefield 50 lost Ashbury 7 Lower Canada College 6 won Ashbury l Appleby 2 lost Ashbury 1 Appleby 2 lost Ashbury 3 Amherst 2 won Ashbury 3 vs. Amherst 1 won TOURNAMENT AT L.C.C. Ashbury7 vs. West Island 3 won Ashbury2 vs. Selwyn 2 tied Ashbury3 vs. L.C.C. 4 lose SCORERS Grainger 16, Yull ll, Binavince 2, Frietag 7, Moonje l, Lister 1, Young 1. cellent job as coach. ASHBURY COLLEGE THIRDS Ashbury 4 vs. Sedbergh 11 lost Ashbury 4 vs. Sedbergh 5 lost Ashbury 5 vs. Sedbergh 5 tied Ashbury 2 vs. Sedbergh 7 lost Ashbury l vs. Appleby 4 lost Ashbury 0 vs. Appleby 4 lost Ashbury 2 vs. Amherst 7 lost Ashbury 2 vs. Amherst 4 lost JUNIOR SCHOOL 2nd TEAM Ashbury l vs. Sedbergh 1 tied Ashbury 4 vs. Lakefield 6 lost Ashbury 7 vs. Sedbergh 5 won Ashbury 1 vs. Selwyn 3 lost Ashbury 4 vs. Appleby 1 won Ashbury 4 vs. Appleby 2 won Ashbury 3 vs. Sedbergh 4 lost Bantam vs. Amherst 1 tied Bantam 5 vs. Amherst 2 won SCORERS Futterer I 8, McMahon Ill 6, Jacobs 5, Lister ll 2, MacLaren 1, Sellers 1, Blair 1. 2nd TEAM HOCKEY Despite the so-so record of the 2nd team this year, we played very well. Strict, worthwhile coaching and good players combined to make a record of 3 wins, 3 losses, and 1 tie. In a close game against Sedburgh, we tied 1-1. In our next game, at Madoc, we played Lakefield and unfortunately lost 6-4. We played Sedburgh again, and outplayed them, winning 7-5. In our fourth game, against Selwyn House's lst team, we played well but lost 3-1. Our next excursion was to Appleby. Unexpectedly, 134 Guglich 12, Matthews 5, Baird 1, Bates 1, Henry 1. This year's hockey season was enjoyable but not successful. Against Sedbergh we lost 3 games and tied 1. Against Appleby we lost the first game by a score of 4-1. In the second game we were less suc- cessful and lost by a score of 4-0. In Amherst we lost the first game by a score of 7-2, with Sky Mathews and Patrick Guglich each scoring one goal. In the second game we played much better, probably one of our best games. The score in that was 4-2 with Sky Matthews scoring both goals. The goal scorers were as follows: Patrick Guglich with 12 goals, Sky Matthews with 6, Josh Bates, Michael Baird and Keith Henry all scored one goal. S. MATTHEWS UNDER l5'S TOURNAMENT. Ashbury 1 vs. Selwyn 3 lost Ashbury 5 vs. Lower Canada College 5 tied Ashbury 7 vs. Stanstead 4 won SKI TRIP TO MONT TREMBLANT The ski trip this year was very successful and exciting. We had no trouble getting to Mount Tremblant because of the expert skill of Mr. Beedell and his driving coach, Mr. Valentine. The lodge we stayed in was extremely comfy and very roomy. The skiing was magnificant, and many of our skiers improved their skills. We had fun, too, and l managed to spray Mr. Valentine with snow tl-Ie did get me back, though . . .J We were all disappointed that Mr. Sherwood was unable to come, as we all had a great time: but there's always next year! EDWARD BOBINSKI AMHERST Forward Hooo! That was the call as the Bantam, Pee-wee and Squirt hockey teams loaded the bus in search of Amherst Mass. where we were to play six games. Every kid loaded up with chocolate bars, chips, candies etc. for the long 8 hour trip which lay ahead of us. Apart from the blaring of radios, the shouts of people playing games, and the throwing of junk going inside the bus, it was a relatively fun day on the bus. But from the side of Mr. Fox, Mr. Sherwood and Mr. Crockett it was a different story. We arrived in Amherst and all the kids were put in the hands of the parents of the children we were playing against. The next day the squirts were first on the ice. They were right in the game until the puck was dropped in the opening period. But despite that Matthews and Roogalich scored and the score ended at 5-2. Next were the pee-wees. They started off on a great start as they scored with only 13 seconds gone in the game. Goal scorers were Grainger with 2 and Young with l. They won 3-2. Bantams were next. Even with some fantastic goaltening by Dennis Samble the team couldn't pull for a win and settled for a tie of 1-l. After the hockey games the parents had lots in store for the players. They either went to watch a hockey game in Spring field, watched a movie, and every boy was looked after excellently. But it was hockey the next morning starting with the Bantams. Then the Pee-wees. They put together an exciting game with again some strong offense and . . . well, fair defense and a good effort by both the goaltenders to hold them to one goal. Goals were scored by Grainger with 2 and Binavince getting l. The final score was 3-l. On came the squirts with their coach ta former N.H.L. hockey superstar.J Scott Crockett. But despite some excellent coaching. The team lost at a score of4-2. The hospitality was great in Amherst and on behalf of all the boys who were on one of the three hockey teams, I would like to thank Mr. Sherwood, Mr. Crockett, and Mr. Fox for a very successful tour- nament. STUART GRAINGER THE STORYTELLER I've told where Smaug the dragon sleepsg I have told of distant deeps. I have told of Orcish prowls, And of the Wargs deepest growls. I have told ofthe Hobbit's quest, And of the Evil and of the Best. I've told ofterrors on murky ways, And of waiting for the deciding days. I have told of Dwarvish wars, I've told of skinning metal swords. I've told of guarded golden hordes, Behind were hidden doors. I have told of spying birds, And of magic powers of words. I have told of Roman's cries, And of Saron's burning lies. I have told of Elven Lords, Of Elvish forest, bow and tree. But by the Dark Lord of Mordor, Have I told you - of me? For I am as dark as the darkest pit, I-Iotter than the hottest spit. But I'm as white as a wedding gown, And as cold as a Nanagul's frown! I am the storyteller. M. HOLMES U5 11 R1 , 1 Q. lst HOCKEY Back Row: D Moonge, D C Alce, JA A W Wuckham, S M Ellus, M C S Wnllus, A B Luster, M HE Sherwood, Esq From Row Gamble, H.A. Freitag, D.R.F. Yll, Asst. Capt.: S.K.C. Grainger, Capt.: M.A. Binavince, D.D. Young, M.A.R. Przednowek. 2nd HOCKEY .Q- vs? i Buck Row: G.A.C. Yll, M.F. Blair, M. Natterer, Hunter, A.R. Henry, A.M. Maeliircri, 5.8. Nznshy, AK. Khan, JN. Vzilcniiiic, l-sq. FfOIllROW.'lV1.A.R.Pl'lCdnOWClK,T.J.lNlCN12hOll,T..l.SCllCl'S,luxv..lLlCObS,lX1.A. lft1llcrcr,I'.C'ulleiu..-ll1wn1:l'.W.Nlnrrziy. 3rd HOCKEY so HBURY gp' X3 ff' 3. f lf Back Row: S.S. Thind, S.M. Poulet, C.C. Futlerer, W,G. Teron, A.R. O'Brien, D.P. Arnold, B.A. Smith, S,W, Simpson, NLW. Baird, E.P. Rechnitzer, P.A. Neurauter, J.S. Crockett, Esq. From Row: P.A. Deziel, S.B. Matthews, Asst. Capt.: G.A,C. Yull, W.P.J. Guglich, Capt.: A.K, Henry, J.W. Bates, Asst. Capt., R.A. Spencer. Absenl: J.G. Simpson, A.D. Rhodes. PLYWOOD LUMBER CHIPS OSMLCK CONTRE PLAOUE BOIS DE SCIAGE NORMICK PERRON INC. C.P. 2500 LA SARRE, QUE. 137 OUTDOOR EDUCATION INTRODUCES DUKE OF EDINBURGH AWARDS BY: JOHN BEEDELL By extending the spring and fall trips to cover the period from Wednesday noon to Friday afternoon, Outdoor Education has sought to expose Ashbury boys to a more realistic wilderness experience. More of the SchooI's teachers have become involved in the programme as they now take up classes on Wed- nesday and are joined by myself on Thursday morning. The teacher involved then has the option to remain with the group or, if previous commitments will not allow, return to the School. Teachers now involved are Ray Anderson, David Fox, Jim Humphreys, Tony Macoun, Peter MacFarlane, and Roger Potter. There were a number of cancellations this year due to long known stretches of bad weather fmainly rain, not snowy and also due to increased 'flu' Hin- cidences in the school during the winter months. A number of changes are planned for next year, one being the introduction of the Duke of Edinburgh Awards, the other, less emphasis on the winter camping. Even though winter camping has been reasonably successful and has given Ashbury boys an exposure to a virtually unknown side of Canadian life, the problem of providing adequate clothing for winter constantly arises. We will be changing the emphasis on winter camping and integrating it with the Duke of Edinburgh Awards as one voluntary aspect of the programme. The Duke of Edinburgh Awards originated in England. Prince Philip wanted to encourage youth to some of the challenges in life in a number of fields. The award system has three levels, Bronze, for those over 14 years, Silver, for those over 15 years, and Gold, for those over 16 years and up to 21 years of age. Each level consists of four sections: tal Service to others, such as, in first aid or community service. tbl Expedition - where a group plans and carries out some type of camping trip on foot, on bicycles, or in canoes without senior leaders. tel Hobbies - where a person must contain some sort of hobby or leisure interest for six months. Cdl Design for Living or Physical Fitness - where you take part in some practical sessions relating to the home, such as, home finances or entertaining, or qualify for the Canada Fitness Award tBronze level! in your age category. We have reviewed the Duke of Edinburgh Awards and we feel that they will compliment the Outdoor Ed. programme splendidly. Participation would be on a voluntary basis, but there will have to be a genuine commitment to follow it through. More details will be announced later. THE HUNT It was a cool fresh morning in a little meadow at the foot of the large snow-covered mountains. The snake, long and sleek with a hood over its head with 138 what appeared to be painted eyes. His real eyes hidden by his hood gleamed menacingly in the rays of the early morning sun as he slithered stealthily along. He stopped, lifted his head and looked around sighting a pair of squirrels bickering with each other. He slipped forward through the grass, still wet with dew. His tail was zipping along the ground, back and forth with a swirling movement. His skin black with white streaks, gleamed as the suns rays grew stronger. A snake's skin is not cold and clammy, if all it is moist and damp. Within fifteen feet he shot through the damp grass and over the bare moist patches of earth. He came to a halt seven feet away from the still bickering squirrels. He boiled up and flashed through the grass again, landing beside the squirrels who were now too stunned to move. He lashed out at one with his tail and almost in the same action he stung the other with his poisonous fangs. SKY MATTHEWS MR. BEEDELL'S FARM On the 4th of November we were invited to the Beedell 's farm. The buses were a little late getting started, but we managed to leave at about a quarter to ten in the morning. The first bus arrived about forty minutes later, while the second bus took a few minutes longer to reach the farm. After we had all left the buses, we were told that we would not be allowed to climb in the barn because the hay had been all bailed and was ready for sale: at this announcement, most hopes died. While many of the group went to visit the horses, some unwisely chose to kick a soccer ball about, causing the horses to stampede. Fortunately, nobody was hurt. This incident was all but forgotten when the hay ride started. All of the group went for the ride and, after it had finished, ten of us went down to the old dump and collected numerous old wheels and milk cans. At 11:30 we went to cook the hot dogs in the woods, and on the way Mr. Beedell showed us the boundaries for the game of Capture-the-Flag. After this, we had lunch. Then we started the game and in the end the Newboys won. After the game we did some orienteering and later in the afternoon, returned to the school. Many thanks to Mr. Beedell who made our trip to this farm most enjoyable. SIMON ROLFE I-IUMANE SOCIETY ESSAY CONTEST WINNERS The D.P. Cruikshank Trophy which has been won by Ashbury since 1974 was won this year by Ronny Bock seen seated, above, with the trophy. In the first row, starting at left, can be seen Mark Bulmer fgrade 53, Brian King lgrade 63, Joshua Bates fgrade 63, and David Lemvig-Fog Cgrade 83. In the back row, from the left, are: Peter Hallett lgrade 53, Alain Barsony tgrade 6A3, Greg Shirley lgrade 53, Peter Johnston Cgrade 63, Michael O'Dwyer lgrade 6A3, and Michael Green Qgrade 6A3. Hearty congratulations not only to the winners but to all boys who wrote. F '- '-- ' ' 'Q v Vis 6 'erin' , w .I-v Q U 5' ' X .1 ?T'g'E3':,f4kw G . .h .f -- . I , '43 ' -'. - ,af ' 'i' W . 'auf- Q iw BOYS WHOSE M.L.T.S STANDING WAS 80070 OR BETTER: THESE BOYS ARE EXCUSED FINAL EXAMINATIONS. 8A - Mann, Latta, Przednowek, Heggtveit, Sarvaas I. 8 - Grainger, Naisby. 7A - Davies, Bociek, Wood, Booth, Saleh, Seropian. 6A - Simpson I, Matthews, Szirtes, Futterer Il, Green. Hegmann. 7 - DesCoteaux. 5 - Jones, Rechnitzer, Bulmer, Miller, Saumier-Finch, Teron. SENIOR HOUSE CAPTAINS Hobbits - Willis Goblins - Futterer I Wizards - Gamble Dragons - Grainger JUNIOR HOUSE CAPTAINS Hobbits - Morton Goblins - Futterer II Wizards - Matthews, Calleia Dragons - Spencer, Puddicombe GOLDS 16 or better1 OUT OF 10 COLOUR BOARDS 8A - Heggtveit 1101, Latta 1101, Mann 1101, Przednowek 1101, Sarvaas 171. 8 - Brown 161, Futterer I 171, Grainger 161, Naisby 161. 7A - Bociek 181, Booth 171, Saleh 191, Wood 171, Murray 14!51. 7 - DesCoteaux 191, Natterer 161, O'Dwyer 181. 6A - Futterer I1 191, Green 181, Matthews 1101, Moore 191, Simpson I 171. 6 - Fuller 171, Griffin 171, King 181. 5 - Bulmer 181, Jones 191, Miller 161, Rechnitzer 1101, Saumier-Finch 171. TOP HOUSE POINT WINNERS Grainger - 433 Sarvaas - 433 Futterer - 455 Naisby - 48, Ruddock - 44g King - 45g Rechnitzer - 40, Simpson I - 463 Przednowek - 423 and Matthews - 41. FINAL HOUSE STANDINGS Hobbits - 1021 Goblins - 1013 Wizards - 886 Dragons - 856 1 I- 1 i 'L' x - '.. I x xy' A - -1 V is 'ur ' I+' A ' ,,':',, lqi. fron! row, Iqfl: Grainger, S.K.C.g Yull, D.g Futterer, M.A.g Gamble, D,: Bobinski, E., Naisby, BJ Sellers, T. second row: Blair, M.F.g Wickham, J.A,A.g Ellis, S., Bobinski, J.: Willis, M., Mr. M.H.E. Sherwood. 140 The Monitors Fronr, Lefr: Furterer, M.A.g Mr. M.H.E. Sherwood, Grainger, S.K,C., Heggtveit, I. Second Row: Latta, R., Bock, R., Wickham, JAA. Naisby, B, EDITORIAL As editor of this year's Junior Ashburian, it is my duty to write this opening note. I have enjoyed working with Mr. Tottenham - who unfortunately will be leaving us next year - and Mr. Lister, and I feel that I have learned something about journalism from them. I hope that this section of the book will present a good picture of life in the Junior School. I trust that it will give the new boy in grade five an idea of what is in store for him, and that it will be a memento to the 'old' boy leaving grade eight - a reminder of what he has lived through tsome would say survivedj. In my opinion, Ashbury is a good school, a good place to grow up in. A boy can enter grade five as a stranger and leave grade eight a better person for his experiences. Bobby Latta TIM TOTTENHAM No one knows better the importance of the three basics of education - being welcomed, guided and appreciated - than Tim Tottenham. As the 'keeper of the door' as it were in grade five, he defines his job as introducing the newcomer to Ashbury - to an independent school system - as gently and as fairly as I can. The structured tasks which the student must complete and the appreciation of the individual go hand in hand with this sense of welcome which Tim has so well extended to the youngest boys in Ashbury for 7 years. Tim will be teaching at Trinity College School. Port Hope, this September. He grew up there. His father, Charles, will be entering his 42nd year as headmaster of the T.C.S. Junior School when Tim begins to teach with him. It is, probably, from his father that Tim learned what schoolmastering is all about and that, in a single word, is caring. Ashbury is grateful to Mike Sherwood for suggesting that Tim come to Ashbury in the first place. Good Luck and God speed! 1D.D.L.l I-il an .sz 7A Abseni: Prakash, S., Habets, L., Cogan, H.T., Fraser, D.,l. Second Row: Hunter, A.S., Edmonds, R.H., Wood, K.D., Booth, J.G., MacLaren, A.M. Third Row: Davies, N.E., Murray, P.W., Jaobs, L.W., unidentified visitor, Hall, G.R., Puddicombe, J., Dinsdale, R.C. Fourth Row: Holmes, M.G., Downs, J.S., Bociek, J.A., Stone, S.G.K., Mr. G.W. Babbitt, Saleh, M., Morton, A.M., Seropian, M.A. 'Eh 8A Bokovoy, P.A., Kyssa, A., Moonje, D., Sarvaas, G..l. Second Row: Sellers, T.G., Heggtveit, J.H., Lister, A., McMahon, J., Binavince, M.A., Nipperdey, A.C.C. Third Row: Ruddock, M.H., Blair, M.F., Khan, A.K., Przednowek, M.A.R., Latta, R.G., Mann, R.J. Fourth Row: Lister, J.R., Bock, R.S., Ellis, S.M., Maclsaac, M.P., Willis, M.G.S., Feeley, B.M., Mr. M.H.E. Sherwood. Naisby, I.R., Yull, D.R.F., Lemvig-Fog, D.I., Rolfe, S.S., Futterer, M.A., Horwood, D. Second Row: Young, D., Bobinski, E.M., Grainger, S.K.C., Frietag, H.A., Pelletier, D.P., Bobinski, J. Third Row: Gamble, D.R., Chamandy, B.K., Wickens, S.R., Hoermann, W., Baxter, J.B., Campeau, B.H. Fourth Row: Rohonczy, I.R., Kellerman, M., Cavanagh, N., Abellan, A., Brown, A., Wickham, J.A.A.V., Mr. David Polk. 'W23137 STUDENTS' COUNCIL I The Students' Council met 19 times during the year - the first meeting being on the 12th of September and the last on the 6th of June. On 5 occasions only there were no suggestions made. Bob Heggtveit chaired the meetings and Mr. Crockett was staff ad- ., visor. Some of the topics raised were: C11 a gate at the corner of the field, Q29 an optional break, 131 benches for the locker room, C41 the form period, Q53 the uses of form period, C63 a holiday ski trip, Q71 Junior School student photographer, Q85 dances, C91 dances, 1103 activity day, fllj locks on bathroom stalls, 1125 food, C131 model building contest, C141 new curtains, 1151 greaser day, 1163 soap for sinks, C171 bed times for boarders, C189 the gym doors, 1191 testing periods, C201 drink machine, C219 binders and notebooks, C221 chapel, C235 tennis tournament, C241 length of classes, 1251 softball tournament, C261 school dress. The students' Council is, of course, purely advisory but it does, at best, give practice in listening to what others say and a forum for Km 114 A. .il Q Q. . . being heard, it may even, to the older students at least, impress upon people the need for accuracy or even, fond hope, the difference between reason and emotion. lr 4 9 he sf 7 ' 'fl f. 1 1. , J..L ... ,. -' ' -- :'t - 5' 1' ,- 'fb' 1 - f' -4' . A 'nl ' .I tie- gr 6A . .,,.,.,,,,.,, . ,Vs tr g, .wg I-Rs. fig' N A , e F ' pl 'K ' ' . K - N , . , . ,. Futterer, C.C,, Guglich, W.P.J., Spence, M.G.1Feelcy I-.fi - f!! , gp r ' , f F i 9 'J B' .. 0 E..l.3 Green, M.C. S4-pond Row: Thomas, A.W. - ' ' i l . 1 f' , . Madison, C.l.g Barsony, A.D., Smith, BA., Hegmann 'I ,N , I .' I , il ? , -- E. Third Raw., Darien, T.B.g crowyef, M.C.'r,, . 1 f '- - N ,, Q , Spencer, R.A.g Szirtes, R.g Moore, R.R. Fourrh Row K ' 'L ' ' . H - -xy' ' , - , Simpson, J.G.3 Mr. .l.N. Valentine, Matthews, S.B. h 4 - - -ri gx , - 'B , - ' . 1 . - I A ' I, 1 94 , r - ' ' ' I i 7 .1 Q . A g 8, , . f' , , ' N i A - - 1 . . 'I ' - . - 1 7' .4b5t'IIl.' Finn, F.M.F.F. Flam, S.E.g Masson, S.D., ' ' x Z X , ' .3 I 5 1 . Bailey, A.L.G. Second Row: Cohen, M..I.g Hoddinott, . - ' ' x .' ' ' - . ,Ex J.R.: MacMahon, T.J.: Thic, N.M.R. Third Row. - Ng 1 3 'P' E- DesCoteaux, F.D.3 Spoerri, A.P.1lnderwick, A.P.g Mr. Q f ' gx D ' . .l.S. Crockett, Naessen, P.T.g Shipman, S.V. Fourlh f ' :gf 154 V Jr J X 'Z Row: Stanbury, N.N.g Hoermann, J.G.g O'Dwyer, 1 ,wb X ' A P.R.J.,A1ce, o.G.,Gwyn, RA. I NA fill ' - 4' i L- A .. BOB GRAY Bob Gray was born in Ottawa in 1947 and attended Glebe Collegiate where, he says, he drove George Laughren nuts . He played basketball and football in high school, then went to the University of Ottawa to take physical education. During the summers he worked as general manager land bartenderj of Deer Lodge in Bouchette. In 1973 he at- tended McArthur College, after which he had a stint teaching english at Technical High School in Ottawa. He came to Ashbury in 1974 where he has taught history to grades 7 and 8 and physical education to grades 5 through 10. His responsibilities have also in- cluded coaching first football, junior soccer, junior hockey and senior track and field. Bob has brought a most welcome cheerfulness and patience to his job here and we wish him luck in whatever he does. 6 Absent: Baird, M.W. Bates, LW., Yull, G.A.C.g Henry, A.K., Sarvaas, C..l.C.1 King, B.P.g MacKenzie, D.L. Second Row: Redekopp, B.A., Poulet, S.M.g George, P.J.g Deziel, P.A.g Clyde, R.E. Third Row: Goldtield, E.M.g Arnold, D.P.g Johnston, P.N.g O'Brien, A.: Fuller, S.A. F. Fourth Row: Calleia, E., Mr. .l.H. Hum- phriesg Arroyas, P.R.A.g Griffin, P. 5 4 . ' 7 .flu F - ' -i,'- , - .. I 1 ga,-. . ., u Lv ' it ' 1 . -. !:4A,-he-M ' 4 :fI', I 'iq Q x . ,H 'r '-3 t Q- 'A' V 4, 1. 'y . Eyre, D.L.: Bulmer, M.S.g Teron, W.G.g Thind, S.S.g 3:5 J- ,' 'I 5 :Q-t ..-'- '5 X ' 4 ' ' Madison, M.A.g Cogan, J.A. Second Row: Rhodes, he '5' I. -gfig Ji ff . n. ' il ' , i fha . ' i A.D.1 Neurauter, P.A,3 Smith, D.S.3 Allan, D.N.g Q 455- ' C., ' .- .H X '. Sf: Hallett, P., Rechnitzer, E.P. Third Row: Shirley, G.A.g ' T ' , X 4 rf. I . Kosowoj, N., Jones, J.M.g Finch, GJ., Borg, S.g '. , -1 ' 'i f 'j' .X N 5 lg . , - Simpson, S.W. Fourth Row: Healy, P.: Mr. Tim ,fs 4' . ' ' x - ,I 'g' , TottenhamgMiller,R.W. -' ' 1 ff 1 ' A ' Y. . -- V -.. 1,-I . f , '. . , f s- A 1 f .. V' N f v' K I 'fx I 4 f - rx X. V M ' . ' ' ' I , -' 7 - Ai . . 1 'il' . iv! X A' Q . - ' - V Y. f X 1 4 X f, q ' , 7 , - 4 v' I Lb -4 Z Q pf- ,.- -,., . sr, , ' ' ' cc. 6' 'F ' ' 0 ' 6 ' - !'? Firm- - be ' 5 Photo below and far right 421 Stephan Perron. Qf'PfJ,k::..,,f,i - rr I ' U ,f5g'kn4.,i1l 4 -4 f H L .IJ 'V ... ,, ':. g, .... ' - l A 'ue'-. - ... ,nn-Fir W-i . 1', V'f: n Top Left: Michael Lister. Left: Andrew Poon. Below: Ian Kayser. Bottom: Christine Varley. Above: Mike Nesbitt, Mike Moilliet, Jordan Shiveck, Alex Schnubb. Above Right: Brian O'Connor. Far Right: Dave Corbett. Below Right: Tony Yuen. Below Right: 'Boo' Harris, Andy Maxwell, Catherine Nielsen. Last Right: Jeff Mierins. llli Wihl 51-fgfx si -, --Q-qv, . ' f- X63 -pu psig, x , A . of ,M X x .K tx- .hx In . .nn gi . k nf' Y., ' . n V 4 1' y -U11 - I4-Av,-ie?-,L MQZQQ-L-Pig - ' Ml yur-we 5' iv' E l L 5 Q . is , ,s,.. . .- ,e - e,,s3r:.'f 9 'NRiPWf'f ' --Q . lfffiizfm. V ,- v H 1,41 .15 JUNIOR SCHOOL CHESS This year the 19th Annual Ashbury College .lunior School Chess Tournament was held. lt will not be long before sons of former winners will be com- peting! As in the past, almost all boys in each Form en- tered the first round of competition. Class winners were: SA - Heggtveitg 8 - Browng 7A - Hunter, 7- Naesseng 6A - Barsonyg 6 - Arroyasg 5 - Madison l. Barsony met and defeated all opposition to finish as the Junior Champion. For the next couple of years our standard of chess will have to be high to give Barsony any challenging competition. One of our parents, Mr. Horwood, added zest to the competition this year by providing a com- puterized match for our winner. A group of chess enthusiasts watched Barsony defeat the computer in a close game, and then enjoyed a fascinating trip through the computer rooms of Computel Company. We were most grateful. We also wish to give sincere thanks to Mr. R. Blesius who presents every year the prize - a handsomely bound volume of chess games and problems. D.L.P. SENIOR SCHOOL CHESS ...gn LSL nr I args H -15' From: Sydney Pang, Alex Schnubb, the organizer of this year's competition. Sevmirl Row: Alexis Chow, Mike Wang, John Heggtveit, Mike Willis, Michel Korwin. Third Row: David Welch, Mr, David Fox, Jon Eddy, this year's championg Mike Moilliet. Mark Binavince and Mark Ruddock strain to finish. Arnold and Yull ll show different styles . 5 E Mike O'Dwyer leads Greg Yull - 5 .-' just! Below: Steve Wickens. Below f 1 Right: Dennis Gamble. Far Righl: . J- . Dennis at the 200. ' . 'T . 4 4 ' . 'F' Qs. 1 CJD n 'ff --f-- -- Y 'al ..-' N p .4 -. I 4 .J O :r .. .. -' H. 'f ..n V . - 5' A 11 , fa 4 fl J 'Z K ' , ' H 229 fs .i 32 li? e6 ', +4 , 1- uf -1 . Nga ' ' ' .f .ii,.lr ' -,A xx , 1- 5 ., i ' .f .- 4 tl, ffiyxf, ,. Y' IA. 14 4. lf?-ish 4 ' 0 .'. ' IJ, ' -. U- gynx, 1' 4: Y M 1 'I -' 'i N. -.-- ... , . - , 'Y .. , , ' wwf -' ' g5.LcJZ t5'ff I f' ' Fi ' ' . r - ' ' ' 1 fy r 5 , ...L Above: Neil Allan becomes airborne. if ' ,, ' . Neff f g A 5- . - '4'6,'i ,' f '-w w'.,1f f..i ,I ,L . C rr ' fo.-rg, 1 a. 1 2 . 9 ,, .. I A v-'1 . l Above: Dean Eyre, Mike Kellerman, Sky Matthews, Below: Joe McMahon, Mark Finn, Mike Holmes, Keith Henry, Robbie Edmonds. Below Right: Pat Guglich, Craig Madison, Alex Nip- perdey. 3rd Below Lefl: An- drew Brown. Next Door: Ron Bock, Heggtveit, S. Masson. Photos by D.D.L. S A - af! E ' -1-- A ,-v. L. f , ., ' B y 1'5 A 4.1,. ,--, I In WWA 75' ' , -'..-1' ' ,.' .1 1 l Q .ax - .g4,:y4- -. if , ,Y .V .,. f'4 .., L Ax.-1 . v .tj Q., 4 . 1 fi Far Left: Willis, Cavanagh. Right: Keith Henry leads Alex McLaren, Gus Jacobs. A definition of sport: an attempt to combine power, efficiency, grace - towards a purpose. 'nl-3' - -i'4. :' 1 499. .vi V- l . nv. M4 ..u. if Ll: Junior School Field Day .Uld,i:vl.' l00 - Guglich tl-Lil, Morton, llcgniunng 200 W Uuglich t3l.-SJ, Morton, Batcsg 400 1 Madison tl.l7l, Bates, Rhodes, 800 - Yull t2.52l, O'Dxxycr ll, Rhodes, High .lump - 0'Dxsycr ll t4'3 J. Callcia, Millcrg long Jump - Morton tl2'7 l, Dinsdulc, Rcchnitzcrg Softball - Mattlicws tl'-?.?N1l, Cullum, Yull ll. Junior: l00 - McMahon lll tll.3l. Edmonds, l-'inn and Henry, 200 - McMahon lll 130.-ll, Henry, Jacobs: -S00 - McMahon, MacLaren, Yull lg 800 - Maclarcn tl.-13J, Yull l, Jacobs, High Jump - McMahon lll t-1'2 l, lmlerwicl., Murrayg Long Jump M Holmes tl2'8Nb, Edmonds, lndcrwick: Softball A Finn 152.-JMJ, Edmonds, lnderwick. .Sr'nlnr' llltl - titirnblc tllol, i'llL'lLQl, NN itklmin, lull ll..iiin it t27.7J,titiriil1lc, Kcllclrn.irig-ltltlf liobinsli il will Xkillis, li-ul., H00 - llobinski tl 383, listcr l, Willisg lligli lunip li wr l l-1 9 i, Scllcrs, liuttcrcr lg long .lump - lnirnlvlt' tl-1 'I , 1, Wicltliurn, tirilfing Discus - Cmrnblc 194 l, Kullciinnn, I llis, Nlioi Put ff Kcllcrrnrin UK. l J, iiairnblc, Bobinski Rt'Iu,i'x.' Juniors fllobbits,liobl1ns,Wizards, lJr.iyons Senior f Goblins, Wizards, Hobbits, Dragons. 15011 ,llvlvrsi Junior - lidtnonds, Yull l, Macliircn Senior - Freitag, Bobinski I, Cuinpcau. .l ' I 2 . , 2 D i 1 v 4 ' ' 1 . . V. J l 4 ' . Y '1- 9 Tse -' QE M ' 1 -14 t ix l 1 sf-, in F all-s 5. . 0 5 mf. Above Lqfl: Phillip Griffin. Ltfflf Joe Mc- Mahon. Above: Mrs. Latta with Mr. and Mrs. Sarvaas. Below: Marek Przednowek. Bollom Left: Tony Rhodes, l. Rohoncszy. David Lemvig4Fog. l 7 UNIGR SCHOOL PRIZES Form Prizes for General Proficiency - Left: Grade 5, Michael Jonesg Grade 6, Brian Kingg Grade 6A, Jeffrey Simpsong Awards of Merit: Ed Rechnitzer, Philip Griffin, Sky Matthews Grade 7, Francis Desffoteauxg Grade 7A, John Boothg Grade 8, Brett Naisbyg Grade 8A, Robbie Mann. Awards of Merit: Ed Rechnitzer, Philip Griffin, Sky Mat- thews. . sv X is f 1. .f J , x , - .AX i The Thomas Choir Prize: Mark Ruddock. The Polk Prize for Poetry Reading: John Booth. Awards of Merit: Mark Finn, Maher Saleh, Stuart Grainger. Irene Woodburn Wright Music Prizez Gideon Sarvaas, Robbie Mann. 1 N J RXNQ --W? iq, -- The Alwyn Cup for Track and Field: Dennis Gamble. The Woods Shield lcharacter, academics, athleticslz Stuart Grainger. Junior School Art Prize: Michael Green lbelowl. Below Right: The Hilliard Memorial Prize - G, Sarxaas. THESE PRIZES WERE ALSO AWARDED: The Coyne Prize for Improvement in French - M.A. Futtererg The Junior School Athletic Cup for the greatest contribution to Athletics - Stuart Graingerg The Charles Gale Prize for Junior Public Speaking - Brett Naisbyg The Stephen Clifford Memorial Cup for outstanding con- tribution tothe House - M.A. Futtererg The Pitfield Shield for Junior School Inter-House competition - Won by The Hobbits and accepted by Bob Latta and Michael Willis QSenior Captainsl and Sandy Morton ljunior Captainj. x-S MORE DRAMA: The Crucible Nicky Davies undertook to do this ZW hour play in five weeks, and to her great credit and that of the cast, she did. Mrs. Davies drew intelligent per- formances from her cast, and they, for the most part, spoke clearly, moved cleanly and acted with com- mendable self-possession. On opening night, the play became increasingly convincing and the performance 'held' the audience without trouble. I found the slightly understated fear and physicalness of the girls nicely complemented the wrangle of vengeful feeling, contentiousness, greed and panic which gripped the various men. Alix Parlour, as Abby, avoided over-acting and in a play as fraught with difficulties as The Crucible this restraint was admirable, her face retained a mask-like quality through which her 'real' emotions broke with telling force. The audience's groan when she opens her arms to Mary Warren in court was a tribute to Ms. Parlour's grasp of the character's underlying deviousness. The other girls were well cast and looked as if they might have appeared in a picture of puritan virtue - if the puritans had permitted such frivolity as painting. Time does not permit a detailed critique of their performance other than to say that they gathered to the saintlyfsatanic force of Abby with quite believable hysteria. The assumption behind Mrs. Davies' approach was that, of course, the tragedy of Salem could happen, the truth is even a little banal - the girls were simply dancing naked - what need to worry or to shout Miller's lines as if the audience needed pushing? The assumption worked, the audience accepted the initial premise and the rest of the argument fell into place. The rest includes the love of power and the factiousness of Reverend Parris, the spite and litigiousness of Thomas Putnam and his death-riddled wife, the gullibility of Giles Corey who brings destruction down upon his own wife, and, in general, the puritanical insistence of the judges on always being right: You have to agree with us or you are on Santan's side one might paraphrase the attitude of the court. And: The pure in heart need no lawyers tthere can't be two sides to an argumentl. Add to this crucible of male arrogance such 'legal' processes as arrest for questionning and you can see why dozens died who were innocent, why, during the trials, orphans wandered from house to house piteously seeking help, and why farms remained deserted - empty and haunted - for generations after the madness. iso Salem society victimized itself, it contained the seeds of its own betrayal in an unquestionning obedience to habits of thought that broke faith with common-sense-indeed, with the physical world of which we are a part and to which the girls were momentarily, if incautiously, returning. John Lund, as Reverend Parris, had, perhaps, the hardest body to inhabit, here understanding is not enough - it must be translated through thechnique into physical presence or command. Lund gave the role an energetic and sincere effort, if his per- formance was not 'whole' it still can be said that he is experienced enough and disciplined enough to give very able support to his fellow actors through good timing and crisp delivery of his lines. Brian Baxter, as John Proctor, played with great verve and conviction, although, at times he was a bit tense in the arms and shoulders, nontheless, he carried the message of the play well. Elizabeth Sellers, as his wife, was an excellent foil to his anguish. She points a line well and her silences were potent. Keith MacDonald, as Reverend John Hale, was earnest, studious, sincere, and persuasively ordinary. The horror of his change needs no comment. Lauchlan Munro, as Deputy Governor Danforth, was superb. A deep voice combined with a face of almost unspeakable integrity and a presence to match enabled Munro to rivet the audience's attention. What a happy choice he was for the part! The Crucible is a challenging play and Mrs. Davies, along with Mike Jansen who assisted her, can be well satisfied at having presented it so competently in so short a time. To the entire cast whose strengths I would like to detail but cannot, I say 'thank you' for thoroughly entertaining me. D.D.L. CAST in order of appearance Reverend Parris John Lund Betty Parris Tituba Abigail Williams Susanna Walcott Mrs. Ann Putnam Thomas Putnam Mercy Lewis Mary Warren John Proctor Rebecca Nurse Elizabeth Camp Angelique Willkie Alix Parlour Christine Parlour Rowena MacLure lain Morton Felicity Smith Karen Molson Brian Baxter Alison Hayes Reverend John Hale Keith MacDonald Box Office Jenni Johnston, Charlotte Baril Elizabeth Proctor Elizabeth Sellers Advertising tfor programme! Lynn Parker Francis Nurse Wayne Chodikoff Programme Nancy Davies Ezekiel Cheever Ross Brown Produced by Nancy Davies and Michael Jansen Marshal Herrick Peter Robertson Judge Hathorne Eric Gall Deputy Governor Danforth Lauchlan Munro BACKSTAGE PROGRAM NOTES Wardrobe Elmwood staff, students and parents Our very grateful thanks go to all those who have Makeup Dawn Harwood-Jones and Elmwood Students helped in any way to make this production possible. Stage Manager Angela Birch-Jones and Elmwood students All the proceeds from this play will be used to pay Prompter Elizabeth Gwilym for the second phase of the stage lights. THE EFFECT OF MORTALITY Then it came, loneliness - First laughter, then those tears, Tears of sudden erupted feelings Suppressed by moods But indeed present Under the shell of our character. What justice is there? Our eyes waiting uncontrollably In the midst of an ominous silenceg No words are said, But there is a strong communication. Within each other we know The hurting truth . . . We flashback on what once was, And try to appreciate the joy that was Which only lies embedded in layers of memory. We look at each other As if this were the act of fate tControlled like a puppet on a string - To do whatever fate commands J- But now we sit alone, in self-pity. This is the effect of mortality. GORDON MCLEAN 151 THE GRADU TIO CLASS - 1978 Quip of the year - Mr. Joyce upon being informed of Ihe decision ro enlarge the above picture across Iwo pages - Well, I guess I 'nz this year 's centrefold. 152 1 1- 115,95-5 ,e . eq. Va o-S144 V441 Ff0llIRI7M',LQfY.'N13fk O'Farrell, Eric Gall, Scott Kirby. Kexin Fraser, Graeme Clark, Mr. V-IA. Joyce, Robbie Surgerior, Janiex Lay. .lohn Rogers, Jean-Luc Beaudry, Phillip Sellerx. Sewnd Raw: Ward Yalernick, Arnie Nlierins, Kexiri Fraxer, Pierre Drouiri, Michel Lungloix, Charles Humer, Thady Murray, Nick Lewib, Paul Deepan, Bruce Nicol. Richard Sellen. Third Rm.-5 Alexiw Chou, Samuel Chipmari, lari Rhodei. Keiih MacDonald, Pierre Ywes Caux, Eric Konigxmann, D'Arcy Church, Andrev. POOr1,SydnC5 Pang. -1flY: ll,',lOl'lll Bieisald, Alan Nlavbee, Remember: Exlend a helping hand rn your brothers. Remember. foo, fha! Ihe moon rises every nighr, and it 's a shining moon - a smiling moon. Jlr. George McGuire. .-1 free has roots reaching down info the earrh and branches SIl'9IClIl!Ig up inm Ihe Sky: you, ma, have roofs in the pas! which become Szronger, we hope, even asyou grow info lhefulure. Chaplain 'Jeep ' Green. :L- 5 1 THE PREFECTS Front Left: Arnie Mierins, Paul Deepan, Mr. W.A. Joyce, Graeme Clark, Keith MacDonald. Second Row, Left: Richard Sellers, Pierre Drouin, Thady Murray, Eric Konigsmann, lan Rhodes, Kevin Keyes, Scott Kirby. THE CHAPEL SERVERS From Left: lan Wesson, Casey Campbell, Nick Dumont, Robert Tamblyn, Alex Schnubb. Second Row, Lefr: Rev. E.E. Green, Ralph Evans, Stephan Perron, Mike Bennett, Nick Lewis, Graeme Clark, Frank Mozer, Bruce Hicks, Pierre Caux, Mr. Ken Niles. 17 1:5 ' f'S ,. I Q, .U- v.,. v...- vp if Q: r . Qorwmrmu RED l .I aw-JL:-. eww 015 I ' V W C 1. ' 1-v, -9 . IT' A wus: oesriueniiinou B1-1271343 H A U mb ' 0 :I T,l,.,:,. U li 'iI 'i1'l3 'B ii ' I e' ' , . E A uk B M . NBA - KJNLLQ ', '!! :::: - r fy w , . r I f-A1-MF'1 jf Q A, 1 Ill!-XMSVWDI, Ufhgu m E fi ,, I , - A I Q .1 D , - : X : i K . ,ff ffoo.. : . - J, ,.' . 1 on wr- . , 1 1 1 .nuns , 'i' N' li L! J. I H . fu ur la eg gg 1 9' ' lzxysft ' of 4, . . ' 4 .M 3x 7 If M .- 1 'A' ' ' ' - '-LLL .. f V ,,, , ...M ,,,,, ,,,, ,QAM f, . iQ- 'V f'yfh..h.. ff QW fffggf-he Q. Jffi?'L' -? TRACK AND FIELD TEAM, Fran! Left: Fergus McLaren, Winston Teng, Mr. Bob Gray, Bob Biewald, Alex Paterson. Second Row, Lefrf LJ ,J V921 2 I 1, 'G Z.. l 1 E .1iI'!wN7 . 405 in-:L I ' 2 I '- ' H ff r -.-.-.--m , o , ff- ' f' - f 1 if i ra r W 53 o r f Y ff, 4 1 I 4 7' if 7 1 ,Y ' If f k fgz ff , 5 , ' -17.742-'fn ' .-23' 5' Lag? L? Ja grim H ' ' fd ig-Z . ' rrr '--H ,' .5 i rr nhl' FXX7 Mr. Ray Anderson, Ian Kayser, Bob Shulakewych, Chris Chisholm, Bob Orange. Q r s , A--. 7, s AT .... Q? :B 'J ' ui' I IAN KAYSER - Senior Javelin May 15th - Ottawa Board Meet: lst with a new record of 58.24M. May 22nd - Eastern Ontario Regional Meet: lst June 2nd - Ontario High School Championships: 2nd with 61.64M. ROB ORANGE - Junior Long Jump Ottawa Board Meet: 3rd with 5.78M. CHRIS CHISHOLM - Junior 3000 M and 2000M. Steeplechase: in the Ottawa Board Meet, Chris placed 5th, BOB BIEWALD - Junior High Jump Ottawa Board Meet: 5'3 TRI-MEET IN MONTEBELLO: 8 First Place Finishes in 9 Events Senior Relay: 113 Alexander 11'46.6 3g 123 Con- naughtg 133 Perryg 143 Woollcombe. Junior Relay: 113 Connaught 152.833 123 Alexander: 133 Woollcombe. Junior l500M.' 113 David Beedell 15.093g 123 Mike Palmeg 133 Mike Bravo. 800M.'1l3 David Beedell 12.233g 123 Mike Palmeg 133 Michael Bravo. 400M.' 113 Brian Fair 1l.083g 123 Tom Bejkosalajg 133 Mark Freeth. 200M: 113 Bob Biewald 125.733 123 Alex Patersong 133 Jeff Mierins. 100M.' 113 Bob Biewald 112.635 123 Alex Paterson: 133 Bob Orange. Javelin: 113 Michael Fonay 131 .8M3g 123 Eoin Power: 133 Scott White. Shot Put: Mike Puttick 143.133 123 Mark Eagleg 133 Rick Konrad. Long Jump: Bob Biewald 118.435 123 Bruce Bossonsg 133 Jordan Shiveck. Discus: 113 Mark Eagle 1114'll 3g 123 Michael Fonayg 133 Michael Puttick. High Jump: 113 Bob Biewaldg 123 Alex Paterson: 133 Peter Curry. Senior Javelin: 113 Ian Kayser 150M3g 123 John Rogersg 133 James Lay. Long Jump: 113 John Biewald 117'8 3g 123 Doug Squires: 133 Michel Langlois. Shot Put: 113 Bernie Seyferth 141 '5 3g 123 Kevin Keyes: 133 Sam Chipman. High Jump: 113 John Rogers 15'2 3g 123 Pierre Yves Cauxg 133 Michel Langlois. Discus: Thady Murray 11l1'11'fz 3g 123 Bernie Seyferthg 113 133 John Rogers. 1500M: 113 Chris Chisholm 14.363g 123 C13 133 Pierre LaTraverse: 133 Eric Konigsmann. 800M: Chris Chisholm 12' l6.6 33 123 Pierre LaTraverseg Ian Martin. 400M.' 113 Michel Langlois 11.0433 123 Graeme Clark: 133 David Tamblyn. 200M.' 113 Ian Kayser 127 secs. 3: 123 Bruce Keyesg 133 Frank Nel. 10031: 113 Ian Kayser 112 secs.3q 123 John Biewaldg133 Bruce Keyes. Richard Parks gets set: Deepan and Shiveck make plans. INTER HOUSE CROSS-COUNTRY Junior 12.4 miles1:113 Bernie Sander in 16 m. 37 secsg 123 Mike Palme in 16 m. 47 secsg Suneel Chander in 16.51 secs. lnlermediale 13.3 milesj: 113 Chris Chisholm in 18 mins. 59 secsg 123 Pierre LaTraverse in 19 mins. 51 secs: 133 Michael Bravo. Senior 13.3 milesjs 113 Bruce Nicol in 19 mins. 04 secsg 123 Pierre Caux in 19 mins. 20 secsg 133 Michel Langlois in 19 mins. 31 secs. lst - Woollcombe: 2nd - Perryg 3rd - Alexanderg 4th - Connaught. INTER HOUSE SOFTBALL Woollcombe won both junior and senior. fl I -u.,4 I , ilu 'eJfJ.i6'uv f, 'wwf' Q Q5 iv - 45 .: nk- -lwyvn. 4 ' A 'WW 4. .P Q4 ,-. -Y 7. I' I T ,L..L'T' -Ll I w v ' x IZ' '1 r ' I 1 2:77 6' 4 .Q Q 'S N Y W9 ,J 55 f 6 'O Qc ., 5. if Xb! ,Xt ggemf' y? H A I rl 6 2 x i i l A .ff WV '. ff-4 Q' s f , IN 1 -41 i ,W ffgifgifis Continued front Page 159: Lauchlan Munro, Year 3 English and German, The Adam Podhradsky Prize for Modern History. Rrghlx Fabrice Cadieux, The Belcher Memorial Short Story Prize, Year 1 Prizes for English and French, General Proficiency, Far Rigl1l.'Andrev-. Poon, The Ekes Memorial Prize for Physics. Below: The Ovenden College Prize for French: Senior School Open Competition tpresented by Raina S. Shopofl'3, Pierre LaTraverse and Jean-Gaston DesCoteaux: Pierre also won the Year 3 Prize for French, and Jean-Gaston The Fiorenza Drew Memorial Prize for French in Year 4. Mathematics tYear 13 - Casey Campbell: History - Dietmar Froese: Geography - Dietmar Froese: Typing lBoys3 - Jim Posman: Typing lGirls3 - Kathy Suh: Dramatic Arts - Raymond Haslam: General Science Hear 23 - Jonathan Eddy: English - Tim Webb: Canadian Issues - lan Youldon: Geography - Andrew Johnston: History - Andrew Johnston: Typing and Business Accounting - Christine Assad: Mathematics fYeur31- James Puttick: Business Studies f1'ear 3 and 41 - Shawn Lavery: The Dr. O.J, Firestone Prize for Mathematics l1'ear 41 - Ross Brown: Biology f1'ear 51 - Richard Sellers: Chemistry - Andrew Poon: Writing Skills - John Lund: Geography - Shawn Verhey: History - Karen Molson: General Proficiency f1'ear 21 - Jonathan Eddy: l1'ear 31 - Michael Bravo: fYear 41 - David Welch: Ladies' Guild Merit Awards l1'ear I1 - Tim Groves: f1'ear 23 - Arash Azadeh: The J.J, Marland Prize for Year 5 Mathematics lpresented by the Zagerman Family3 - Sydney Pang: The E.E. Green Prize for Chapel Reading - Graeme Clarltg The Dr. Ablack Prize for the Ashbury College Student Attaining the Highest Score in National Mathematics Competition - Ross Brown: The Science Fair Prize - Raymond Haslam, Chris Waller: Senior School Poetry Prize - Benoit Seguin: The Ross McMaster Prize for Intermediate Public Speaking - Tim Webb: The Snelgrove Memorial Prize for Middle School Mathematics - Jonathan Eddy: The Robert Gerald Moore Memorial Prize for English t1'ear 43 - David Welch: The Hon. George Drew Memorial Prize for Advanced English - Paul Deepan: The Wilson Shield - Won by Woollcombe House - Scott Kirby lHouse Captain3: The Boarders' Shield - Paul Deepan: The Charles Rowley Booth Trophy - lan Kayser: The Southam Cup - Thady Murray: The Governor General's Medal 1Top Student in Year 51 - lan Rhodes. ltifl Below: W. Chodikoff, The Horning Shield for Sr. Publich Speaking. C- Above: Three generations of Rhodes, and, Ashbury Old Boys. Left: Ned Rhodes Jr., 1946-1955: lan Rhodes, 1971-1978, this year's Governor General's Medallist for top student in year 5: Ned Rhodes Sr., 1916-1925: the Headmaster, Mr. Joyce. - 2 I W 1 Y 2 ' if e Q f accomplishments of the mind are shared by many rather than the few. Boys need to feel more confidence and this can only come from careful planning and clearly structured goals. Q. J J. Ashbury, he suggested, can take confidence in a structured l e,,I,k .'. H--,J approach which meets individual needs and creates an g Nr N--. 'J' openness in moving from one stream to another - the Q-Q A , .4L ' 5, democratic idealism of the 1960's married to a classical sense K 4 I , N',Q'f'- u ofdiscipline. lx .Q f yv w, 8 at , , We wish George a fond farewell, his marvellous sense of humour and his intellectual integrity will continue to refresh GEORGE MCGUIRE us long after he is gone. D D L George was born in 1943 in St. George's, Grenada, where he attended what he describes as a wonderful school playing on championship soccer and cricket teams which triumphed over schools from the other islands. The biannual interschool tournaments are an athletic highlight which George will never forget. Of equal delight were the school closings, called Speech INCOME : 5840.70 Nights, during which plays by Shakespeare and local dramatists were performed, and frequently, too, EXPENSES plays in Spanish or French. WHSCS 2 5036-10 George came to Queen's University on a Com- Vacuum RCHIHI 2 136-00 monwealth Scholarship to take a B.A. in Equipment 2 119.35 Mathematics and Physics. Recently he completed an Ashburian Donation 2 35.00 M.Sc. from Bradley University in Peoria, Illinois. In Miscellaneous I 3.80 1970, he initiated the calculus course at Ashbury which dozens of students will testify gave them a TOTAL : 5380.25 superb grounding in that subject, and even a head Gross Profit Qbeforetaxl 2 460.45 start over students from other schools. ln addition to fafiel' 121741 2 151-95 teaching calculus, physics and mathematics, George has coached lst Team Soccer with marked success. NET PROFIT 2 308-50 The students of Ashbury 'hold George in the Less DiVidCHdS 2 100-00 highest respect, it is not surprising that he feels the Pl'0fii after IRX and dividends 2 203-50 same about them. All students, he insisted, --should feel satisfaction in producing work of the Revenue from liquidation Of assets 2 42-87 highest calibre . He means all. This statement means not only challenging the bright go-getter but also FINAL NET PROFIT 2 251-37 planning for programming learning problems so that by Pierre Vanasse .1 g, - 1 W l '-this E 5 - - . 'J' 4- A , br . 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KZG ZP2 Tak O'Parrell, Mark ' Neil David l 5 1' ,J '4'-9 Ill Robinson Road, 3rd Floor, Hong Kong Clemow Avenue, Ottawa, Ontario. KIS 2B3 w Avenue, Ottawa, Ontario. KIS 2B3 12A, 300 The Driveway, Ottawa, Ontario. KIS 3M6 Street, Brockville, Ontario. K6V 2H7 Road, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa, Ontario. South, Chateauguay, P.Q. .I6K 3M9 Drive, Ottawa, Ontario. KIV 7P6 Drive, Ottawa, Ontario. KIV 7P6 Terrace, Ottawa, Ontario. KIM 2Al Crescent, Manor Park, Ottawa, Ontario. KIK O'Meara, Bernard Orange, Robert Harry Owen, David Victor Palme, Michael John Frank 25 Warbonnet Pang, Sydney 313 Prince Edward Parks, Richard Gordon 2057 Thistle Paterson, Alexander McLeod Selater Station F P O Pearson, Kenneth John Pelletier I, Robert Todd Pelletier ll, David Paul Peppler, Rand I-luehn Perron, Stephane Petrakos, George Philips, Grant Poon. 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A 1 ' Ruddock, Mark Henry Manor Park, Ottawa, On on io. Saleh, Maher Ontario. K2G ON3 I Sander, Bernard Charles du Marchie Sarvaas I, Gide Roc cliffe Park, Ottawa, Ont o. KIM OA8 KOA lT0 du Marchie Sarvaas II, Christijn Johan Carel Q20 ymto 9A8 S4Schnub Alexandre Qi1I9H 1Y'i Avenue, Ottawa, Ontario. K2A 3Pl Orleans, Ontario. KIC IS9 SCl3fw...LQ n .. Y ' 1..vYf'? tc, ,'.'n .. ' ' f iv '-134 Lf: . !,. . J-,S- J-.N IE! 9 's . fs, ' ,- .4 172 s O ' Ontli-!.K1lVI ,hriffx X 'lx 'M. Sellers I, Philip Sellers ll, Richard Sellers Ill, Gordon Sellers IV, Todd Swopilll, Michael Qferth, Bernd wmmlr, Stewart Andrew zzshipman, Stephen James hirley, Gregory Andrew hiveck Jordan Mark akewych-Deleliva, Alexander, Jr. son I, Jeffrey n ll, Shane Singhal, Ajay Smith I, George Robert Alexander 'Smith Il, Kevin Michael Smith Ill, Brian Alexander Smith IV, Derek Scott A v -if, .gi - . Bi: ft-v Q q K g,hltif.i U ztlai'-. I Somers, Andrew David Sourial, Michael Spence, Mark Gabriel Spencer, Robert Akira Spoerri, Anthony Peter Squires, Douglas William St. Pierre, Rene Eric Stanbury, Norman Nicholas Stants, Brian Arnold Charles Steele, Peter Leonard 1992 Beaconwood Drive, Ottawa, Ontario. KIJ 81.8 1992 Beaconwood Drive, Ottawa, Ontario. KIJ 81.8 29 Davidson Drive, Ottawa, Ontario. KIT 6L7 29 Davidson Drive, Ottawa, Ontario KIT 6L7 844 Edgeworth Avenue, Ottawa, Ontario. K2B 5L6 Box 9165, Bragg Creek, Alta. TOL 0K0 41 Holton Avenue, Westmount, Montreal, P.Q. H3Y 2Gl 22 Delong Drive, Ottawa, Ontario. K 1 J 7E6 2038 Chalmers Road, Ottawa, Ontario. KIH 6K5 6502 Fern Road, Cote St. Luc, P.Q. I-l4V IE4 1285 Evans Blvd., Ottawa, Ontario. KIH 7T8 425 Avondale Avenue, Ottawa, Ontario. K2A OSI 425 Avondale Avenue, Ottawa, Ontario. K2A OSI 49 Lillico Drive, Ottawa, Ontario. KIV 9L7 14 Highbum Crescent, Ottawa, Ontario. KIB 3H8 23 Arundel Avenue, Manor Park, Ottawa, Ontario. KIK OB7 23 Arundel Avenue, Manor Park, Ottawa, Ontario. KIK OB7 420 Minto Place, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa, Ontario. KIM OA8 484 Cloverdale Road, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa, Ontario. KIM OY6 120 Manor Avenue, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa, Ontario. KIM OH2 2014 Gatineauview Crescent, Ottawa, Ontario. KIJ 7X1 539 Prospect Avenue, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa, Ontario. KIM 0X6 I9 Commanche Drive, Ottawa, Ontario. K2E 6E8 37 Beaumaris Drive, Ottawa, Ontario. KZH 7K5 I47 Avenue des Trembles, La Sarre, P.Q. J9Z IC9 909 Young Avenue, Halifax, N.S. B3H ZV9 40 Bowhill Avenue, Ottawa, Ontario. KZE 657 45 Kilbarry Crescent, Manor Park, Ottawa, Ontario. KIK OI-I2 l I Stone I, David Stone ll Sunday, Surgenor I lA0 Lyttleton Gardens,,Rockcliffe Park, 144 W1 ow Avenue, Ottawa, Ontario. R.R.ff BOX'ff'!9- Th I 1 'O aunt? Gordon R.R.ff .1 ..a, ' 'W W I er ay,'Ontario. 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A I I 35 Mohawk-Erescent, Ottawa, Ontario. KZH 7G7 35 Mohawl f Cnescent, Ottawa, Ontario. KZH 7G7 --iso Came Aienue, Ottawa, ontario. Kilt zxs ' 257 Kindersleygmgenue, Town of Mount Royal, P.Q. HBR IR6 ' H5 Blenheim Drive, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa, Ontario. KlL SBS , Ashton, Ontario. KOA IBO 2030 Corry Street, Ottawa, Ontario. KIG 2M5 32 Stinson Avenue, Ottawa, Ontario. KZH 6N3 1558 Featherston Dr. W., Ottawa, Ontario. KIH 6P2 1601 Jane Street, Cornwall, Ontario. K6J IX8 Chelsea, P.Q. JOX lN0 74 John Street, Ottawa, Ontario. KIM IN4 146 Ruskin Street, Ottawa, Ontario. KIY 4Cl Kildare Farm, R.R.i?l, Pakenham, Ontario. KOA 2X0 174 Dufferin Road, Unit No. 6, Ottawa, Ontario. KIM ZA6 197 Latchford Road, Ottawa, Ontario. KIZ 5Wl 40 Wallford Way, Ottawa, Ontario. K2E 6B6 239 I-larmer Ave. S., Ottawa, Ontario. KIY OV5 737 Manor Avenue, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa, Ontario. KIM OE4 i AAM fnrw . 1 -1- L1 lf' A 1 , .rx ,yt 'w 5 rg ,.. 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