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

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VALETE GEORGE MALBY This year we bid farewell to Mr. George Malby who has been with us but one year teaching mathematics and physics. He began and gave great impetus to a wrestling programme as well as stimulating interest in the Stock Market. He leaves us to continue his career in the world of business and we wish him all success in the future. MAISIE RAINEY It is with great regret that we say goodbye this year to Miss Rainey. She has given great service to the school, initially as librarian and assistant housemistress in Hilton House, and latterly as Senior Matron. She has brought a degree of cheerfulness and compassion to her role which will be missed greatly. We all wish her good luck and good future in her visit to New Zealand. BETTY COCKER Mrs. Betty Cocker joined our nursing staff some three years ago after having held senior nursing positions in Edmonton hospitals. Her good humour and firm friendly approach ministering to the halt and lame will be sadly missed in the Health Care Office. She joins her husband in returning to the Alberta capital and our sincere thanks and best wishes for a happy and successful future go with her. BRIAN GRAFTON Dr. Grafton leaves us after two years during which he has taught English and been responsible for the Bren- tonian, both with considerable success. A keen photographer himself, he has brought his experience to the Brentonian publication and the Photography Club as well as coordinating the entries for the U. Vic. Sym- posium. He has given considerable impetus also in the area of journalism and creative writing. We all wish him every success in his future endeavours. 3

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THE STAFF Headmaster W.T. Ross, B.A. Assistant Headmaster T.G. Bunch, B.A. IN CHARGE OF HOUSES: A. C. Carr, M.A Rogers House, Head of Science Department R.V. Lironi, B.A Privett House, Geography, English J.L. Queen, B.Sc Whittall House, Physics Miss A. L. Holden, B.A Alexandra House, Biology R.S. Wynne, B.A Ellis House, English, Geography Mrs. M. Wichlinski, B.A Hilton House, French Miss. S. Sainas, B.Ed Mackenzie House, Assistant Librarian D.R. Piechotta, B.Ed Patterson House, Chemistry, Economics, Mathematics ACADEMIC STAFF: W.J. Burrows, B.Sc Director of Studies, Mathematics, Science I.R. Ford, M.A English Department Head, Latin H. Brackenbury, B.A Admissions Officer, Mathematics N.R.B. Prowse, M.A History Department Head, English H.J. Martin, B.A Head of Geography, General Business, Mathematics R.G. Pitt, CD ' . . Physical Education J.B. Garvey, B.Sc Mathematics Department Head, Admissions Officer, Science Mrs. D. Pitt Swimming Mrs. N.P. Arthurs, B.A Language Department Head, French, Spanish, Latin Mrs. J. Brackenbury, B.A English, French R. Cameron, M.A French, Spanish, German, History R.G. Cooper, L.L. CM Fine Arts Department Head, Music (Instrumental Choral) P.J. Simmons, Dip. Ed Physical Education Department Head, Mathematics, Science S.M. Cowie, M.A History, Law B. Grafton, Ph.D English, Creative Writing, Journalism R. MacLean, B.A History, English R. Wingate, M.A Science, French, Outdoor Education, Civilisation G. Malby, M.B.A Mathematics, Physics PART-TIME STAFF: J.L. Johnson, M.Ed Choral Music J.Boel Junior Band Mrs. Helen Smith, Dip. Ed Ceramics Mrs. A. McKerrow Assistant, Alexandra House Mrs. S. Garvey, B.A Girls Rowing J. Getgood, B.A Stagecraft Mrs. D. Jackson Art D. Keevil Photography Mrs. J. MacLean, Adv. Art Sc Library, Creative Dance, Gymnastics Mrs. Ann Taylor Weaving REGISTRAR BURSAR Mrs. J. D. Mather L.M. Crookston MEDICAL STAFF R.F. Stanley, M.D. Miss M. Rainey, R.N. Mrs. E. Cocker, R.N. ADMINISTRATIVE STAFF Headmaster ' s Secretary Mrs. J. Leister Accountant Miss A.B. Erkelens Bursar ' s Secretary Mrs. L. Dann Travel Arrangements Mrs. B. Little Stores Mrs. P. Smith Catering Mrs. E. Hallet Laundry Mrs. J. Windsor CONSTRUCTION AND MAINTENANCE: Maintenance Superintendent K. McAlpine Grounds 0. Finnegan 2

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SPEAKER ' S ADDRESS [AN ABRIDGEMENT OF THE ADDRESS OF MICHAEL BUTLER TO THE GRADUATES OF 1979] I have the feeling that Mr. Ross got his phone numbers mixed up when he called me about this address. As a matter of fact, I was certain of it the day after his phone call. I live across the inlet so I can see the school from my home. And there was this great pall of murky smoke wafting across from Mill Bay, obliterating all vision. Knowing Brentwood ' s propensity for fires I thought, My God, the headmaster is burning down the school rather than have me for prize day. But then I listened to the CBC and heard that it was just the Mounties at the Cowichan Dump burning up 35 tons of Columbian marijuana. A most wasteful extravagance — I feel sure that if Bill Bennett had had any say, he would have given away 5 free ounces to every resident of British Columbia. Anyway, I understand that the wind was from the north- west that day and that some of the masters have not got their heads together since. Speaking of masters and fires — I hear that the master of The Boy on the Burning Deck and other such sagas was seen coolly watering down his petunias while Whittall House burned. There is some one with his priorities straight. And what about Mr. Queen? The cat — the Jensen — and lastly Whittall House. As a matter of fact, I was previously taken by surprise some years ago when asked to become a governor. But that choice was soon explained — the former headmaster was packing the board in order to get a favourable vote to enrol girls in the school. Not that I am alone on that. The present chairman of the board of governors advanced his election on the strength of his well-researched and witty report to the board on this same subject. However, I do have one additional personal credential. I come from that still very small group of families in which there are three generations of old Brentonians. First there was my uncle — among other accomplishments he helped build the chapel. Next came myself and my brother. While my brother was in the old school, it mysteriously burned down, sparing only the chapel, in deference no doubt to our uncle. But my brother turned adversity to advantage — he parleyed all his school contacts into a successful practice as a social divorce lawyer. He has not sent any of his kids here — he tells me he likes the fees at Prince of Wales High School better. I do not want you to get the idea however that my brother is cheap — because you will find out otherwise if you ever get a bill from him. But as I was saying there has been a third generation — four sons of mine — all very dissimilar — all of them great talkers however. In fact the last one would have been here with you today if a couple of years ago he had not got into a shouting match with an assistant housemaster and talked himself right out of the school. Advice number one then from my speech — learn when to talk and when to shut up. And if you think that ' s a hint that I am nearly finished, you are dead wrong. Advice number two next. This is an address directed to you, the graduates. However, I cannot ignore that here today are many of the crowned heads of Vancouver, Edmonton and points east and west. Because, but for them, you graduates would have all gone to Westside High and been gorging constantly on MacDonald ' s french fries instead of on Mrs. Hallet ' s. Those french fries cost your parents a lot of money and they deserve at least a passing thought. Your parents, that is, not the french fries. Fathers and mothers, then, for a moment only. A friend who was advising me on what to talk about today said, Tell the young graduates not to embarrass their fathers. Well, I would like to turn that thought around just a bit. Parents, do not ever be embarrassed by your kids. Today they are being unleashed upon a very un- certain and rapidly changing world. From now on they have to find their own way. And they are going to make mistakes. They will do outrageous things, but also I am sure some generous and unselfish ones you may never hear about. Be supportive of the good, but do not turn your backs on them for the bad. Don ' t follow them across that line which your own principles do not let you cross — but always be there to welcome them back if they have regretted crossing it. And if the worst comes to the worst, move into a one-bedroom house. So now I have ninety-two eager and shining faces to whom I must direct my wordly wisdom. A mixed lot I suspect. At the extreme there are those few of you who will get 4