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

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SENIORS Peter Zwettler University of Vienna Marv Catherine Roth Rice University In Philosofie war ich ein Atheist. In Spanisch war ich . zieinHch guy (Ich hab aber vor diesem Jahr noch nie was von Spanisch gehort und hah roch vor Weihnachten zu Spanisch 3 uberge yechselt). In Riologie war ich the Austrian. In Pascal war ich das Computergenie. In Geschichte war ich ein Kommu- nist oder wenigstens ein boser Soziahst. In English hab ich im ersten Jahresviertel die beste Note in der ganzen Klasse bekommen (Streber?). Zwischendurch war ich einfach der Pezi. P.Z. . . . but I can ' t change time. How true this is! Freshman year I thought I ' d never get through four years of high school. It seems like the last few years have flown by me; especially this year. We are all subject to the changes of time. We must live while we can and drink our cap of laughter. No matter how I change, I think I will always remember Canterbury; spring time on the golf course, Purple Rain blasting in the commons, the girl ' s bathroom without stalls, the first (and last?) Coffee House, taking the roof, and beating the Homestead indoor soccer team at the Coliseum. MR.

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UNIORS JUNIORS Nicholas Paflas Annette Pfister Tarini Ramaprakash Karen Robinson Paulina Salvador Shannon Smith Allison Snyder TifFanv Stevens Suzanne Summers Peter Waanders Paige Wright Randy Zimmerman Remember our childhood days? Boyfriends and girl- friends, Polish jokes, putting worms in girls ' sandwiches, you know, the stupid, childish things that we used to do and think about? But now look at yourself and compare what you see to the person you were. You ' ve grown, physically and mentally; boys are starting to get a 5 o ' clock shadow at 7:30, and girls. . .well. . . you understand. This didn ' t just occur overnight. She wasn ' t transformed from a giggling little imp into a picture of perfection in twenty-four hours. It ' s time that changes us, be it good or bad. Its time that enables us to become men and women who are capable of making decisions. It ' s time and its limitations that creates all of us. (left) Peter Waanders imitates an elk. (right) Nick Paflas and Austin Birch pitch in for the Christmas Bureau Drive.

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1987 Although his birth is unknown, Michael Sinnniers grew up a poor black child in the Mississippi Delta in the late 30 ' s. The son of a poorly-paid plantation worker, Micliael found consolation and a way out of the South by playing and singing the blues. With his hulk- ing appearance, unkept hair, unshaven face and general ugliness, he earned the nick-name Goon- Boy, and by the time he was seventeen, Goon-Boy Summers and his band the Booze Jooze were the hot blues band among the blacks in the plantations through out the south. When he was twent ' -one, Goon-Boy and the Booze Jooze decided to follow in the footsteps of other great bluesmen like Mudd) ' Waters and Sonny Boy Williamson and took the train to Chicago. After a few years on the Chicago Club Scene, Goon-Boy Summers and the Booze Jooze were discovered and signed to Chess records. Their first single My Big Fat Mama was a hit in Chicago, and subsequent records grew in national popularity, until their single Hangover Blues became a world wide smash and rocketed them into international success. By the late sixties, Goon-Boy Summers and the Booze Jooze were the biggest blues band in the world. They switched to Atlantic in the early seven- ties, but with success also came money and e.xcess. The all night parties and fast celebrity life style took their toll, and Goon-Boy Summers was found dead in his 30 foot limo in 1979. Yes, time and money had indeed changed Goon- Boy Summers, but his music remains unchanged b time and stands as a testament to the staying power of the blues. M.S. Michael Summers Trinity College Shawn Brooks Albion College It all started 18 years ago when I was born the son of a rich white couple. Yes, a rich white couple. It was as shocking to them when they found out that the baby was black, as it is to you now. Despite the unusual results of their conception, originalK ' my parents accepted me as I was. I say originally because for the first 7 ' ears my family tried to act normal and carry on with their normal lives. Unfortunately this was not an easy task for the people from the countiy club, golf club, spa and raquetball club, and the people at the hospital that my dad worked at, were all starting to ask questions. This is when all of the operations started. I had every operation imaginable to try to change my color. It was kind of bad for both me and my parents because at school I didn t know whether I should hang out with the brothers or mingle with the yuppies. Finally at the age of 14, my parents sat me dowm after dinner and explained to me that tliey could no longer stand the humilit ' and that I had to acate the premises by stealing all of their furniture. Since then, I ' ve taken on the life of crime and unfortunately have been in jail on several occasions. Yes, time has changed me. At one time I was the richest kid on the block. Now the block has no rich kids. S.B.