Brentwood College School - Brentonian Yearbook (Mill Bay, British Columbia Canada)

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MICHAEL HOG AN It was with shock and sadness that we heard of the tragic death of Michael in an accident on August 5th in the Fraser Canyon. Mike Hogan was very much one of the ' Hopefuls. ' He joined the House in 1967 as one of the ' new entries ' in Grade VIII and 30

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and in the Juniors ' eyes took unfair advantage of being up to snuff in all the dodges). Brent Dawson, Tony Marshall, Phil Ross and Don Wood relieved the Grade Twelves and took a consid- erable load on their shoulders. Thanks boys. Next year, it is anticipated, there will be a smaller House in numbers as a result of the new building programme, and we are going to be able, ultimately, to reduce the size of most of the dorms, thus making conditions more comfortable and amenable to all and sundery. ' Someone wrote a book called, A House is Not a Home, but this I feel is entirely wrong. The House can be a home, and it is the job of us all to make it so, Prefects, old- timers, new boys and all. And to those who progress on to senior houses, or who may be leaving the School, Good Luck and Good Hunting. 29

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speedily established himself in becoming one of the boys! Life in the House with Michael was never dull, and, although I hesitate to admit it, full of fun. His Housemaster learned a lot from him — and I feel that I now know more excuses for this and that that could fill a fair sized book. In an extract from a letter from a classmate, I feel the real Michael is shown, He was brave and carefree. He could go into a rugby game and come out cut and bruised but happy he fought for our team. . . . Mike . . . won the greatest battle of life, friends and peace. He was pure boy, full of zip and zest, mischief and high jinks. It was of such boys as Michael that I am sure Booth Tarkington was thinking when he created his immortal Penrod. This is how we shall remember Michael. His family, schoolmates, and friends saw him laid to rest on a lovely sunny day in a simple little country churchyard over- looking the sea, just across the bay from the College. We felt that this was just the starting place for his exuberant spirit to voyage anew in a bourne yet uncharted and unexplored by those left behind. All of us at Brentwood who knew Michael expend their deepest sympathy to his parents and family. Quern Dei diligunt Adolescens moritur. . . . Plautus. -D.P. 31