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

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Geoff . . . asking for extra time 1st VIII ... at 6 a.m.! Kevin . . . twanging on his guitar N.P. . . . Keep quiet! (very, very loudly!) Smelt in passing Gordon ' s . . . pizza Jeff ' s . . . cat The house drying room body scent ... in the lower corridor To those in the know this was the heart beat of Ellis House — people, voices, sounds, often discordant but essentially happy, frequently loud but rarely angry, apparently chaotic but basically organised, with few orders being given because they were known, understood and followed by all. Essentially a relaxed, happy, orderly house, even if the tenants and caretaker did not always see eye to eye — and why should they all the time? Life would be dull if they did. Undoubtedly the House master would have withered away through lack of conflict ! If it was a dictatorship we were all agreed that it was a (fairly) benevolent one! Benevolent because the dictator held frequent summit meetings , with his prefects and House Council, sometimes separately, sometimes to- gether. There was plenty of jaw-jaw and thus little or no war-war . It can be truly said that in Ellis House the door did swing both ways and the lines of communication were always open. Friend- ly chats and more serious discussions abounded at all levels. This was what made it a really great year, in which everyone in the House played their part. For all this I am deeply indebted to Mr. Yellow- lees, a thoroughly involved assistant, Rob Williams, a dedicated and enthusiastic Head of House, five other interested and efficient prefects and a con- cerned and intelligent House Council and of course the remaining fifty lively, co-operative House members. We may not have been Champion House this year (perhaps for the sake of the other houses, two years running is enough anyway) but there was a wonderful house spirit in all the competitions; amply illustrated by the way the House rowing eight, came out of nowhere to win; the way our minute little juniors took on the giants of Privett House in the soccer, and the way the whole house turned out voluntarily to ensure our victory in inter-house track and field (for the third straight year). All in all a year of which all concerned can be justifiably proud. I thank you, everyone. N.R.B.P. 14

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ELLIS HOUSE It is well known that if you stand in the middle of Piccadilly Circus in London for long enough, the whole world will pass by you. Similar- ly if you stand in the centre of the ' L ' in the upper corridor of Elhs House, for more than five minutes, the whole House will be revealed to you in all its aspects! Of course you are taking your life in your hands because it is a worse corner for traffic than Hastings and Main and we all know what would happen if you stood in the centre there for more than five minutes . . . And being knocked down by a Vancouver city bus is not nearly so likely to be fatal as being felled by Bradley Martin as he rounds the corner leading to Dorm. 19; one leg hugging the floor, burniiig the lineoleum, the other swinging wildly to maintain balance, tooth brush scything through the air, as he attempts to reach his room in under three seconds and thereby — horror of horrors — avoid being late for bed! However, let us suppose that you could stand at the ' L ' without endangering life and limb, the Ufe blood of Ellis House would pass by you and in the process this is what you might see, hear and smell. Seen in passing Derek and Mike . . . sneaking along the corridor at 1 a.m. David . , . briefly . . . between weekends at his summer cottage. Bruce . . . signing a chit for a taxi (capitalist!) John . . . with his shoes on in the house. Pop bottles ... on their way to the pop drop (occasionally). Jeff ... on his way to take a shower (very occasionally). Pringle . . . carrying a mop (very, very occasion- ally). John . . . photographing Randy, photographing Dean, photographing John . . . Tim . . . scrubbing the floor (frequently). Bruce and Loren ... on their way to a late night taping session. Jonathan . . . collecting a bet. Heard in passing Brad . . . But, sir! . . . Reg . . . twin barrel over head cam . . . Jim . . . Campbell River greaseball (who on earth was he talking to?) John . . . Everybody out of the House (loudly) D.Y. laughing (very loudly) Mike , . . High Level is . . . (drowned out by shouts of derision) David ... I took my sandwedge and . . . Mayland ... ... and I said to ' lusty Ingrid ' . . . Mike . . . Sir, get out! N.P. and D.Y. . . . ' singing ' at the Christmas Party 13

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HOPE HOUSE The foundations of Hope House let out a sigh of rehef as the last boy left. For eleven years it has stood up to everything that 30 boys could throw at it. In September the ladies arrive to nurse it back to health. We started v ith 4 prefects and 28 boys from grades 8 and 9. Most of the boys were from B.C., however Ian Elder came to us from Oshawa, Ontario, Geoff Reed and Armando Gasse came from Mexico City. The grade 9 boys led by example and it was a great disappointment to lose them to the senior houses at the beginning of the Summer Term. This was to allow workmen to begin reconstructing for next year ' s female students. There were problems, but over all, the year was quite an entertaining and ha ppy one. The prefects were kept busy by the boys, but came out of it with much credit. Doug Langer and Geoff Reed never stopped smiling, so I assumed that they were happy, Jim Robinson contented himself by reading every book in the school library. Jonathan Lax was kind enough to donate a table-tennis table, which saw many hours of use. Lance Appleby proved almost unbeatable. Armando Gasse arrived with fishing rod and camera; both were used with considerable success. Charles Young distinguished himself as a singer in Mr. Queen ' s Gilbert and Sullivan produc- tion and as a cox in Mr. Carr ' s equally mammoth organisation. Charles Proctor played on the 1st VI school tennis team; I doubt very much if a grade 8 has ever achieved that before. Pat Hogan was Mr. Bunch ' s ' find of the year ' and received good reviews for his dramatic performances. Ian Elder knows all there is to know about aircraft, at least he convinced me of that. Neil Aisenstat rang bells and ended the ' season ' un- injured. Noise pollution in the school must have doubled every time Ian Coleman played a record. In the Fall Term we had a house outing to Victoria; we had a pleasant meal at the Red Lion and then went on to a movie. We also had a most amusing Christmas party in a splendidly decorated house. In closing I would like most sincerely to thank the prefects for their excellent contribution throughout the year — Stephen Cooke (head of the house), Michael Scott-Harston, Alex Speers and Paul Rothery. I wish them good fortune in what ever they may pursue. C.D.Y. 15