Canterbury High School - Excalibur Yearbook (Fort Wayne, IN)

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PARTY OF THE CENTURY LOCATION: SESSIONS HOUSE

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EXCERPTS FROM THE INK WELL The Wanderer The wanderer stands alone, long the edge of the highway he sits forlornly, raising his thumb to the occasional car, wiping his brow in the unbearable heat. He thinks of the parents and friends he left. Going to find America he remembered now, he had said. If this is American, he thought, maybe I ' ll move. He was going to New York, city of dreams, to find his fortune. Halfway across the Utah desert, all he could find was dust and loneliness. The wanderer stands alone. Thinking of the job he used to have, the unemployed man had to cry. It wasn ' t a rich man ' s job, and it was hardly enough to support his family, but it made him feel good like a man. Unemployment paid almost as much, but he felt empty inside, like nothing. He wandered the streets of his town. It had once been a steel town, a big bustling boom town, with jobs for everyone. Now the boom had fizzled, and no one had a job. The wanderer stands alone. He lived in Fort Lauderdale. He was Seventy-eight and now he longed to be young again, to run and play, to swim as he had when he was young. Every time he saw young children, it made him sad, for he knew they would one day be old and in form like himself. The only joy was when he saw his grandchildren, once a year, after his lovely Sara had died, everything seemed old, so old, so old, so old. The wanderer stands alone. Nick Paflas Grade 10 He had changed all of us. Within the few weeks we had known him, he had made the strongest of disbelievers believers and the unproductive productive. His life revolved around education. Being better than the rest wasn ' t enough. He always saw room for improvement. His subjects rarely left the classroom unlike his teachings. He was always ready to be more than just a grade giver. Sometime I feel as if he understood me a no other man alive. He appeared so strong that people felt he didn ' t need them; this was untrue. Home alone, he spent his evenings reading, learning, expanding evolving. Occasionally someone would drop in, usually a student or a neighbor offering some type of advice regarding his new home. He never showed his loneliness, for I believe he thought it would be disgraceful, and this only pushed him further away from his colleagues. His relationships with his students meant much to him. However he needed these relationships with the men he worked with as well. He will live in us all for many years, and the effects he had on some of us will last forever. Within the few weeks we had known him, he had made the strongest of disbeUevers believers and the unproductive productive, and this was the truth about him Peter Hershberger Grade 11

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GAME OF THE CENTURY STUDENT-FACULTY BASKETBALL GAME As I walked into the gym, the roar of the crowd at the Cavdome overpowered me. The place was packed, and everyone anticipated a great time here in the Canterbury High Student-Faculty Basketball Game. At first this reporter thought boring . The faculty will be wiped all over the floor. The students were well conditioned, fast, slick, well-practiced, and in- credibly well coached. But when I arrived I was flabbergasted. Mr. Thorton, Dr. Wehrli, and Slic k were leading their team in warm- ups. These athletes were in- credible. They are intellec- tuals right? Mild-mannered teachers, right? But NO! They were animals; leaping, spinning, shooting. This was amazing. Then the tipoff came. In a flurry of motion, head official Tom Summers threw up the ball, Mr. Thor- ton skyed, slammed the ball down, and hit the Doc dead center between the eyes. The pace was set, as the competi- tors struggled the whole game. With some question- able officiating, the game was kept close. After a fun and ex- citing evening, the students prevailed.