Essex District High School - Argus Yearbook (Essex, Ontario Canada)

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BACK ROW; THIRD ROW: SECOND ROW : FRONT ROW: Richard Barkosky, David Douey, George Zwick, Fred Green, Mike Patterson, Kin Ellis, Froderick Sweet. Shirley Wambekc, Carol Hill, Rosalyn Ganderton, Carol Chambers, Jana Coutts, Sharon Cline, Betty Gregg, Diane Shaw, Pat Bellamy. Peter Halford, Stuart Quick, Mike O’Neil, Janet Boylo, Tom Tully, Wayne Mcloche, Naricsse St. Denis. Verna Smith, Julie-Ann Danckaort, Nancy Colenutt, Evolyn Eyraud, Miss Kilpatrick, Mary jane Donkor, Irene Namespetra, Bonnie Fowler, Catherine Wass. Next in lino wore our champion athletes: Jim Ellis, an ardent hockey fan.; Michaol Pattorson, our football star; who both koop up the athletic standards of our class; our Irish girl, Betty Gregg; blushing Evolyn Eyraud; and comical Karon Rosnovcn. You will moot the rest of our crow later. After climbing half a mile, we were confronted with a hugo band of forocious natives who spoko a vory confusing language called Frenclatin. Luckily, our French whiz, Narcissc St. Donis, and our Latin master, Tom Tully, wore ablo to translate these strange utterings. They wanted to steal oil of our knowledge which we had accumulated over the years. Wo of HE wore not dismayed because wo had our strong Frod Green ar.d George Zwick along with the rest of our husky musclo men to protect us. After a short battlo, our foes were conquered. Later, the authorities appre¬ hended thorn and thoy were forced to serve ten years in the Essex House of Correction. On pushed the Essex squad up the steepest slopes and ovor the iciest terrains— ' until a terrible accident occurredj Sharon Cline, Verna Smith, Carol Hill, and Julio-itnne Danckaort wore caught in the midst of a crush¬ ing avalanche. Only the ropes to which they were tied saved them. It was a shocking experience for everyone and we proceeded moro carefully afterwards. But fate seemed to be against our expedition. We had pro¬ ceeded a thousand foet when we heard a blood-curdling cry. Three of our companions, Michaol O ' Noil, Nancy Colenutt, and Kathy Tapping had fallen down the slippery slopes into a 3mall valley below. It was called Shangri-La, and there our friends remained until wo picked them up on tho way baokjgazing at the Lost Horizon . Since night was approaching, wc docided to pitch camp. Stuart Quick, sufforing from tho upper atmosphere, was put into an oxygon tent and given a transfusion by Richard Barkosky, one of our Rod Cross representatives. Fearing nothing (well, practically nothing), wo decided to push on¬ ward tho next day. The more adventuresome and carefroe of our group, Diano Shaw, Catherine Wass, Wayne Molocho, and Bonnie Fowler, equipped thoms.olvos with most of our food supply and started back down the moun¬ tain on a difforent route. JanGt Eoyle, Carolyn Thompson, and Mary Donkor wero alarmed by the appearance of monstrous footprints near our campsite and called the rest of us. Carol Chambers decided at once that they were tracks of an abomin¬ able snowman. Brave Peter Halford set out to follow tho tracks with Rosalyn Ganderton, David Douoy, and Jana Coutts, who had her camera and wanted to obtain a picture of the creature to take back to her art class.