London Normal School - Spectrum Yearbook (London, Ontario Canada)

Text from Pages 1 - 152 of the 1964 volume:

THE MINISTER OF EDUCATION It is a pleasure for me as Minister of Education to convey greetings and good wishes on behalf of the Government of Ontario to you, the graduates of the London Teachers ' College. During your course you will have received much excellent advice regarding the important work you are about to undertake, and it remains for me only to wish you every success in your chosen career. To be successful you must be happy in your work, andi hope that you will find the happiness that comes from the consciousness of work well done and above all from the knowledge that you have helped your pupils to develop correct habits, worthy interests and high ideals which in years to come will make this world a better place. My best wishes go with you as you take up your new duties in September. William G. Davis Minister of Education. Toronto, October 25, 1963. 2 SPECTRUM HONOURS MR. BIEHL Dear Graduate of 1964: You don ' t know me, and I am sorry that I don ' t know you. You are the first class in fourteen years at London Teachers ' College with whom I have not been in daily con- tact. But you and I both work at the same job, in some ways the greatest job on earth: that of teaching. I am away from it for a year, in order to see how people in other parts of the world work at it; and to catch up on my reading, and more important, upon my thinking. You see, the number one occupational hazard of your work and mine is that we tend to get into a rut. Be- cause we give out every day, we tend with the years to cease to take in. And in our work we can give out to others only so long as we ourselves continue to take in. That is why I am taking a year away from teaching, the work that I like best in the world. You remember the drought throughout our part of Ontario last fall. Farm wells that had served their owners faithfully through the years gradually began to run dry. Daily they had to quench the thirsty, but for weeks on end no fresh springs had flowed into them. That, I am afraid, is what happens many times to people in your work and mine; especially, incidentally, to teachers like myself who find themselves caught up in administration. The well gradually runs dry. Unfor- tunately, before it finally dries up, the water in it tastes more and more flat and stale, so that it ceases to slake the thirst of those who come to it to drink. So you and I in our very special kind of work need to remember the well that, constantly dipped into and never replenished, grows stale and eventually runs dry. We need to keep running into our wells those springs of new books, of fresh contacts with adult minds, and of ways of living in other parts of the world. If, in spite of this, we find our mental water level gradually dropping- -then we need to close the well down for a year. Of course, that works some hardship. But after a year of reading and travel and thinking, how much more satisfying will be these waters to those who come to them to drink. As you teach, take time to learn; if necessary, stop teaching awhile to learn anew. Methods of teaching, and the philosophies that shape these methods, keep altering from year to year. Some- times, and to some of us, these alterations seem to be in names rather than in ideas. As the French say, the more things change the more they are the same. But the personal equipment of a great teacher has never changed through the ages. It consists of three things. The first is a zeal to help others learn: the second is an insight into those who learn; and the third is a richly stored mind from which to feed the learner a diet worth learning. It is this third thing I have been talking about. Keep learning yourself. There is no better way of helping others to learn. F. C. BIEHL (Principal) 3 OUR PRINCIPAL During these years when new discoveries are made in rapid succession, when that which is practical and in vogue today will be obsolete tomorrow, it is difficult to decide which subject should be given precedence in the curricula for our various schools. It is an age when electronic devices are able to register opinions and solve complicated problems more rapidly and more accurately than the human mind. It is an age during which our social standards are changing and in many instances deteriorating. The gap between that which is socially acceptable and that which is morally right has widened into a vast abyss. Under these conditions what should be the function of our schools? What is the proper place of the teacher in our society of today? Let us not lose sight of the fact that there are certain fundamental truths which out lasts all forms of so-called progress. The question still needs to be asked, What profiteth a man if he gain the whole world and lose his own soul? The teacher is still the most influential factor in the development of the character of children. It is still written into the Statutes of this province that one of the duties of a teacher is to inculcate by precept and ex- ample the highest regard for religion .... for truth, justice, loyalty, love of country, industry, sobriety . . . and other virtues. To state this more plainly, the character of a teacher is of greater importance than his teach- ing ability and academic qualifications. The latter two factors are extremely important but are rendered inef- fective unless enhanced by the inspiring personal influence of the right type of teacher. L. B. HYDE Acting Principal 4 Sow an action and reap a habit. Sow a habit and reap a character. Sow a character and reap a destiny. How sharply these few lines of William James bring into focus the responsibility of teachers! We must constantly guard against submerging our talents, our training, and our energies in a sea of trivia. Such short-sightedness will blind us to the challenging, vital task of developing citizens whose personalities glow , whose characters are strong and whose minds are keen. The chief goal of early education is the un- conscious moulding of the mind and character, said Plato. So did Sir Richard Livingstone when he maintained that the teacher ' s major aim should be to kindle the inquiring mind and not to build storehouses of knowledge. The most precious fruits of a good teacher ' s work, said Livingstone, are those that he is never likely to see. Our effect upon a child ' s quest for his potential, though immeasurable in part, nevertheless is most signifi- cant. To have a share in this search makes ours a truly, noble profession. We must, therefore, continually strive to be worthy of the responsibility which is ours. The magnitude of our opportunity is emphasized in William Wordsworth ' s immortal line, The child is father to the man, and in Alexander Pope ' s verse, ' Tis education that forms the common mind; Just as the twig is bent the tree ' s inclined. To accept these thoughts is surely to accept the responsibility to prepare youths for abundant living . Is this not the chief role of education? Let us resolve to look upon those we teach as individuals striving for fulfillment, deserving of our under- standing, and needing our trust. Let us believe in their worth and let us respect the dignity of each as a fellow man. By such a course, we can help to create the good in which we believe. W.T. TOWNSHEND Acting Vice -Principal 5 Mr. F. G. Walker B.A., B.Ed. Industrial Arts, Mathematics Mr. J. N. Thomson B.A., B.Ed. Art Mr. R. S. Smith B. A., B.Ed. School Management, Mathematics Miss W. Singer B.A., B.L. S. Librarian, Library Science, Children ' s Literature Mr. S.J.Rogers M.A. , B. Sc. History, English A, Social Studies 7 Mr. J. A. McKeown B. A. English I, English A, English II ( f Mr. J. L. MacDowell B.A., A. R.C.T. Music Mr. N. Massey B.A., M. Sc. Science Mrs. M. Magee Asst. Librarian Library, Science, Children ' s Literature Mr. E. F. Harris B. A. Mathematics, Geography, English B Mr. H. S. Long B.A., M.Ed. School Management, History of Education, Social Studies Miss E. Glover B.A. , B.Ed., A.D.C.M. English I, Music, Art Mr. G. H. Dobrindt B. A. , 8. Paed. English II, English A Mrs. E. Davison B. Sc. (H. Ec.) Home Economics Mr. J. A. Crawford B. A. Physical Education, Social Studies Mr. A. Brendon B. A. Science, Audio-Visual Mr. J. A. Eaman B. A. ; B. Paed. Social Studies, Health, School and Community Miss G. Bergey Mr. J. G. Elford B. A. ; B.Ed. Educational Psychology, General Methods Mr. H. N. Archibald B.A. , B.Ed. English I B.A. Mathematics Mr. G. A. Boate B. A. Educational Psychology, English B. IN MEMORIAM Our College this year mourns the loss of Miss Margaret Epp, who for the past four years has been a member of this staff as Master in Home Economics and for the last two years has held the additional office of Dean of Women. In this close association with both the staff and the students, Miss Epp was held in very high regard. Miss Epp came to us from the Kitchener -Waterloo Collegiate Institute where she instructed in Home Economics for several years. She began her teaching career in the Province of Saskatchewan and later taught in elementary schools in Port Colborne, St. Catharines and St. Mary ' s. Miss Epp had an important role in arranging the social events of the College and in this as in her other capacities she will be greatly missed. EDITORS Graduates of 1964; You have just finished one of the most compact courses ever designed for one year. We imagine you feel that it has been a very full year. There are some, however, who have had an even fuller year. They are the Spectrum staff. Their jobs were many and varied such as: typing, layout, reporting, photographing, drawing, proofreading, advertising, editing, to mention a few. As you read and reread this edition in the years to come, we hope you will appreciate, as we do, the pains our staff has gone to in preserving fond memories of London Teachers ' College, 1964 for you. John Newell Editor-in-Chief Robin Wadley Assistant Editor YEARBOOK EXECUTIVE BACK ROW: Mr. Long, Staff Advisor; Mr. Elford, Staff Advisor; Grant Ferguson, Treasurer; Robin Wadley, Assistant Editor; John Newell, Editor-in-Chief; Howard Barker, Photography Editor; Mr. Boate, Staff Advisor. FRONT ROW: Sheila Wilson, Advertising Editor; Maj-Len Wiik, Literary Editor; Linda Hill, Layout Editor; Judy Stemmler, He ad -Secretary. 12 FORM ONE Alice Alderson, Kintore Joyce Alderson, Kintore Nancy Alderson, Kintore Linda Anderson, Parry Sound Ruth Ashmore, Fingal Linda Badalato, London Bonnetta Baker, Brantford Mary Banbury, Burgessville Leslie Banner, Woodstock Patricia Barber, Komoka Louise Barnes, London Anne Beech (Mrs. ), London Anne Bodkin, Aylmer Aleida Bouma, Aylmer Betty Bowcott, Ingersoll 14 Diane Bower, London Darlene Boyce, Dorchester Karen Bradley, Petrolia Catherine Brady, Sarnia John Allen, London James Axford, London Teunis Baak, Union Larry Bain, Ingersoll Howard Barker, London Ronald Bleier, Brantford Hugo Borchardt, Sarnia William Bowden St. Thomas Colin Brewer, London Roy Bromiley, Woodstock Max Brouwer, Watford Gary Bruce, James Bryce, Wayne Buck, Thompson Busch, St, Thomas London London London What do you mean, higher education? John Cambridge, Jim Campbell, Russell Candler, Dale Clark, Kapuskasing St. Thomas London London 16 Cora Bryan, Xandra Busch, Pamelia Butorac, Gail Campbell, Courtright Exeter Kirkland Lake London 17 Mary Campbell, Toronto Linda Carr, Dresden Sharon Carter, London Alice Chaisson, Owen Sound Brenda Cianci, London Linda Clark, Ingersoll Trudy Clements, London Sharon Constable, London Prudence Cook, Sarnia Gloria Copeland (Mrs.), Both well Diana Corey, Petrolia Roberta Corrin, London Paul Clerc, London David Cordick, Woodstock Carl Coulbeck, Forest Ken Cowan, Watford Bill Crissey, London George Cruickshank, Parkhill Douglas Cuttell, London Bruce Davidson, Listowel Richard Dean, London Roger Dedecker, Port Burwell Michael Dewan, Lucan Malcolm Dick, London Larry Dicker, London James Dilamarter, London George Diveky, Toronto Donald Donaldson, St. Thomas Leslie Dorans, St. Thomas Gary Doupe, St. Thomas FORM THREE Penny Cotton, New Liskeard Marion Cowan, Tillsonburg Nancy Cox, Petrolia Diana Craig, Sarnia Darlene Cross, London Sheron Crossgrove, Copper Cliff Barbara Dales, Wheatley Patricia Dalton, Glanworth Mary Jean Davey, St. Thomas Joan Davidson, London Sandra Davis, London Nancy DeCarlo, London Clara Dennis (Mrs.), Tillsonburg Carole Derby, London Mary -Ann DeWachter, Otterville 20 - - Monique D ' Hondt, Tillsonburg Ilene Donaldson, Denfield Susan Dufton, Blenheim Pauline Duncan, London Patricia Dunn, London John Eady, London Paul Elliott, West Hartford, Connecticutt Terence Ellwood, London Donald Empey, Springfield David Etherington, St. Thomas Grant Ferguson, St. Thomas Valentine Flanagan, Roscommon, Ireland Bruce Fleming, Port Elgin William Fluter, London Kenneth Foss, London Br. Gerald Gaarthuis, Aylmer 1 David Gallaway, Sarnia William Gaskell, London And them that refuse it are few ! Donald Geromette, London Edward Gordon, St. Thomas Larry Griffin, St. Thomas Stewart Guthrie, Sarnia 22 Barbara Dunnell, St. Mary ' s 1 } Marlene Duriancik, Rodney Ann Duynisveld, London Mary Dykes, St. Mary ' s FORM FOUR Grin and bear it! Heather Dyson, St. Thomas s Carolyn Elliott, Petrolia Doris Ellwood (Mrs.), Sarnia Edite Ernestsons, London 23 Dale Farrell, London Sylvia Faw, Springfield Penelope Fearn, Trinidad Rita Filias, London Joan Fitzsimmons, Thorndale Sharon Fucile, Sarnia Margaret Fulop, Tillsonburg Ann Gallaway, Sarnia Anna Bazzola, Ingersoll Anne Gelinas, London Blair Harrison, London William Harrison, London Howard Hartle, Sarnia William Hay, Wallaceburg Barry Howson, London 24 Innis Jenkins, London Michael Jones, Sarnia Robert Kenzie, Forest Stephen Kyle, Hensall Jim Laskey, London Lou Little, London Paul Lovelock, St. Thomas J. D. MacDonald, Woodstock John Mackey, Strathroy William McCahill, Forest Gerald McClinchey, Hensall Wayne McLellan, Sarnia Ron McLeod, London Thomas Menary, Ingersoll Bill MacDonald, St. Thomas FORM FIVE Onalee Gill, Grand Bend Sandra Gobert, London Mary Anne Goymerac, Sarnia Karen Griffin, Wallacetown Beverly Griffore, Ridgetown Melsa Gudgeon, London Carol Haight, Sarnia Barbara Haley, Tillsonburg Loretta Hansebout, Aylmer Shirley Harlton, St. Mary ' s Janet Harvey, Sarnia Judi Haskett, Lucan Pam Heard, Centralia Edna Hill, London Linda Hill, Sarnia t 1 Joan Hinch (Mrs. ), Sarnia Barb Hipkiss, St. Thomas Rennie Hoeksema, Watford Pat Houston, Sarnia Monica Hew Wing, Jamaica Vern Mansell, London Robert Miller, London Fred Mennie, London Henry Mills, London Wayne Minielly, Watford Hubert Mitchell, Jamaica Greg Morris, London Pete Mutsaers, Ingersoll John Newell, Springfield Bill Newkirk, La Mesa, Cal. 27 Doug Norman, Don O ' Neill, Bob Passfield, London Thamesford Byron Thas no way to ogle, Clem ! Dick Patron, Ken Pepper, Don Petrie, Gary Platten, St. Thomas Lambeth London St. Thomas FORM SIX Linda Howard, London Ruth Hume, St. Thomas Evelyn Hunter, Woodstock Dorothy Hutchen, London Joan Hutchinson, Tillsonburg Patricia Ironside, London Emily Jaworski, Delhi Carole Jay, Strathroy Lois Johnson, Sombra Nice try, gang. Wendy Johnson, North Battleford Majorie Jones, London Sylvia Joyce, Ingersoll Maureen Kemp, Forest Anne Kenny, Roscommon, Ireland Joanne Kidder (Mrs. ), Belmont Janice Kimmel, Woodstock Marlene King, Crediton Mary Knowles, Sarnia Jean Krueger, Crediton Mrs. George Leon, London Larry Potter, London Thomas Reid, Walsingham Gerald Roberts, St. Thomas Rudy Romme, Glencoe 30 Glenn Ryckman, Port Stanley Omer St. Pierre, Watford Thomas Savary, Delaware Carmin Schlenker, Crediton Peter Schuurmans, London Harvey Simmons, Ingersoll Robert Slack, Petrolia Gary Smith, Toronto Norris Smith, Vanessa Gerry Snell, Arva Wayne Sowler, Ingersoll James Sparks, S. Porcupine Ted Stewart, Ailsa Craig Joseph Stiles, Lambeth Michael Stirling, Sarnia FORM SEVEN Sharon Lang, Sarnia Dianne Langfield, Aylmer Dorothy Langstaff, Petrolia Marilynn Lay (Mrs.), London Sharon LeBlanc, Sarnia Sharon Legg, London Char line Lethb ridge, Fingal Betty Liddle, Aylmer Marilyn Long, Sarnia Leontine Luksts (Mrs.), London Anne Lyndon, Ingersoll Donna Manuel, London Lesley Marchant, Aylmer Patricia Martin, Delaware Marjory Martyn, Sparta 32 Sheila Mason, Sarnia June Mawhiney, Norwich Sandra Maxwell, Langton Carol Ann Mason, Sudbury Robert Struthers, London Fred Sweeny, London Larry Tilford, Woodstock Gerald Trimble, Thamesford Fred Tyrrell, Tillsonburg Edmond Van Dooren, W. Lome Robin Wadley, St. Thomas Earl Wagner, Zurich William Warder, London Ronald Watts, Blenheim Lloyd Webb, London Lloyd Windover, William Winter, Murray Woolner, William Zimmerman, Petrolia Kitchener London St. Thomas Mary Ann McAnulty, Joan McArthur, Irene McDonald, Mary Beth McDonald, Sarnia West Lome London Appin FORM EIGHT I dreamed I was on T. V. in my Maidenform facemask?? Nancy McGillis, Elaine McGregor, Mary Mclver, Elizabeth McKenzie, Camp Petawawa St. Thomas Port Stanley London Elizabeth McLachlan, Glanworth Mary Ellen McMillan, Dutton Marion McNeil, London Marilyn Metier, St. Thomas Katheryn Miller, London Mary Miller, Wallaceburg Sharon Milne (Mrs.), Youbou Bonnie Mitchell, Aylmer Marilyn Morgan, Centralia Carolyn Morley, St. Thomas Anne Morrison, Owen Sound Linda Aileen Morrow, Paris Monica Mueller, Montreal Margaret Murphy, Dorchester Tina Naus, Strathroy 36 Marlene Naylor, Woodstock Jenny Nywening, Strathroy Diane O ' Dell, Petrolia Mary Ellen O ' Rae, Sarnia Carol Osborn, Ingersoll Frances Osborne, Florence Diane Paddon, Ingersoll Louise Paine, Strathroy Dianna Palmer, London Kathryn Palmer, Sarnia Isabel Parker, Watford Frances Patterson, Forest Lynda Paul, Florence Jean Peirce, Mt. Brydges Doris Pepper, Dashwood 37 1 i 1 X FORM NINE Beth Perkins, London Louise Phelan, London Mary Lynn Phillimore, Aylmer Betty Plewes, London Linda Potter, London Lynne Regnolds, London Ella Mae Robinson, Courtland Susan Roell (Mrs. ), Montreal Donna Rogers, Palmerston Connie Ruckle, Brownsville Faye Rusnell, Newmarket Kathleen Ryan, London Sheila S award, Warren, Mich. Gisela Schebesch, Simcoe Gayle Schneidmiller, London Heidi Schroeder, Dash wood Dianne Short, London Joanne Short, Port Stanley Gayle Sinclair, London Sharon Sinden, Tillsonburg Joan Smith, London _ — Nt Linda Smith, Estoril, Portugal Marilyn Smith (Mrs.). London Jennifer Spence, London Mary Spriet, Langton Barbara Stableford, London Gayle Stanlake, London Marilyn Statham, Parkhill Marie Stenger, Newbury Beverley Stephens, London Evelyn Stephens, Gorrie Marilyn Stewart, Den field Joan Stinson, Toronto Mary Stirton, Kerwood Carol Stott (Mrs.), London Bonnie Strangway, Sarnia Catherine Sullivan, London Patricia Talmey, London Mary Anne Tellier, Camlachie i A „ J A 1 Pay close attention now, class. FORM TEN Joan Thornhill (Mrs.), London Margaret Thornton, London Judith Thournout, Delhi Joan Townsend, Port Rowan Evelyn Turner (Mrs.), London Christel Uderstadt, London Ilga Valkauskis, Barrie Elizabeth Van Arnhem, London Maria Van Liere, Aylmer Anne Van Vliet, Sarnia Mother told me there ' d be days like this! Frieda Vermeylen, Parkhill Brenda Vernon, Parkhill Mary Ann Virtue, London Janette Wade, Sarnia Elaine Wagler, Parkhill Doris Wardell, Ailsa Craig Anna Watson, St. Thomas Edith Watts, Kingston Verna Weir (Mrs. ), Thamesford Phyllis Wells, Forest Carol West, Ingersoll Joan Westcott, Exeter Elizabeth Wharram, Woodstock Eleanor Whittaker, Embro Maj-Len Wiik, Montreal 42 Lois Wilkinson, London Gail Williams, St. Thomas Sheila Wilson, Sarnia Mary Ellen Wing, Woodstock Linda Winter, Tillsonburg Cheryl Yantis, London Elva Zavitz, Alvinston Sharon Zavitz, Strathroy Judy Zimmerman, Oshawa Vanda Zvagulis (Mrs.), London SR. AGNES THERESE McVeigh, SR. MARIE DENISE Quinlan, London SR. MARY VINCENT Stevens, SR. M. GABRIELLA Timleck, SR. FRANCES MARIE Walton, London 43 FORM ELEVEN Donna Armstrong (Mrs. ), London Sheila Armstrong, Fletcher Bette-Anne Babcock, Gait Mary Beltz, London Janet Blair, Centralia Georgena Brazier, London Brenda Brooks, London Gillian Cook, Sarnia Virginia Dace, London Doreen Dawson, Dresden Anna May Dobbyn, Shetland Grace Dona, Ingersoll Margaret Donnelly, London Constance Douglas, Petrolia Dianne Elgie, Thamesford 44 Katherine Ellerby, Woodstock Joan Elliott, London Susan Ellis, Tillsonburg Gail Foster, Sarnia Trena Grayne, St. Thomas Brenda Graham, St. Thomas Lois Groat, London Judith Corbitt, Toronto Jim Abbey, London John Baker, London Robert Ball, London Robert Bird, London Michael Blankenship, Aylmer John Brikmanis, London 45 Marion Hall, London Lona Hansen, London Dorothy Harrison, London Betty Lou Hart, Croton Freida Hassan, Seaforth Linda Hicks, Haw trey Marion Hodgins, Parkhill Doreen Hotchkiss, Straffordville Vicki Hyde, London Ann Irwin, London Shirley Jaques, London Patricia Kelleher, Delaware Linda Kerman, London Alida Kuysten, Parkhill Judith Laing, St. Thomas 48 Sylvia Lehrbass, Watford Emily Leitner, London Constance Lester, Woodstock Gay Lewis, Sarnia Kathleen Liley London Diane Lindsay, London Mira Liszewski, London Marilyn Lyons, London Gus Cammaert, London David Chamberlain, St. Thomas Barry Clements, London David Conron, London Robert Cooper, London Murray Copeland, London William Cushman, FORM THIRTEEN Cheryl MacDonald, Thamesford Mary Anne Mahon, London Jo -Anne Marshall, London Donna Martin, London Sharon McConnell, Aylmer Janet McLachlan, London Joan McMillan, Sarnia Betty Nickels, Camlachie Carolyn Parker, Woodstock Annie Phillips, St. Catharines Sandra Phillips, London Bonnie Pollard, London Theresa Pompili, London Cathy Poole, Woodstock Nancy Poplar, Ingersoll 50 Becky Postian, London Robbie Robertson, London Ethel Russell, Iroquois Falls Catharine Schell, Woodstock Joan Shoebottom, Denfield Leon DeWaele, Delhi Garry Gellatly, St. Thomas David Grundy, London David Hill, London Terry Kelly, London Joe Lobsinger, Sarnia Jim McCallum, Woodstock Alfred McLellan, Ingersoll Mary McKenzie, London Fern Siskind, London Margaret Smyth, London Cathy Stanga, London Linda Stirling, Blenheim Margaret Stott, St. Catharines Roxanne Stratton, London Karen Taylor, Grand Bend Carolyn Tucker, Woodstock Anne Tully, Sarnia Josepha Vandersteen, Sarnia Anna Van Der Vloet, Parkhill Nellie Van Gurp, Springfield Marian Van Rooyen, Sarnia Tena Vellinga, Aylmer Trudy Vermue, London 54 Judy Walker, Sarnia Judy Waters, Sarnia Kay Wieben, Fort William Mary Lou Wilkinson, Woodstock Sharon Williams, London Gweneth Windsor (Mrs.). London Sharron Pestill, London John Oates, London Bert Peterson, Thorndale Sandy Sanderson, Byron Douglas Scott, London Bruce Sharpe, London Eugene Somerville, London Carl Wilson, London 55 FORM FIFTEEN Joan Birchall, London Maxine Boyd, Sarnia Oriana Butorac, Kirkland Lake Gail Campbell, Windsor Nora Corner, Sarnia Lorraine Dale, Clinton Dianne Ferguson, Tillsonburg Carol Fewster, Mount Elgin Mary Lou Foster, Highgate Helen Frydryszczyk, London Mary Gallagher, Longwood Margaret Gidley, Denfield Marilyn Gilbride, London Brenda Graham, London Lail Grant, Gait 56 Pauline Hanlon, Ingersoll Carolee Harrison, Sarnia Jacqueline Hayes -Richards, London Cheryl Hicks, Haw trey Hawtrey Carol Sue Hill, London Margaret Howe, Aylmer Dorothy Howell (Mrs.) London Darryl Banks, London Richard Burnet, London John Davies, London William Dykes, London David McPhail, Sarnia Peter Middleton, London Gordon Phillips, London Neil Robertson, Sarnia 57 Wayne Ruddock Wayne Smith, London London And if I am elected. . . Lome Sparks, Ross Spettigue, Carl Thomas, London London Denfield Kay Jordan, Dorina Jordan, Sharon Judd, Aylmer Sarnia London FORM SIXTEEN Gee, I dunno! Kathleen Kelly, Marianne Lazar, Anna Leich (Mrs.) Amherstburg London London Marie Livingstone, Burford Joan MacQueen, London Virginia Mann, Aylmer Linda Matthews, St. Thomas Charlotte McCorquodale, London Colleen McGee, Sarnia Jane McLellan, Warwick Lorraine McQuillen, London Jo Anne Needham, Sarnia Jo Anne Nunn, Ingersoll Janice Parker, Lyons Barbara Parkinson, London Teresa Prout, Forest Susan Pruss, Woodstock Marike Raudsepp, St. Catharines 60 Mary-Lynne Rogerson, London Marilyn Snowden, London Maryanne Statton (Mrs.)i Exeter Judith Stemmler, Ingersoll Pauline Sterling, London Catherine Stewart, Ailsa Craig Grace Tawn, London Carol Th acker, London Susan Thomson, London Karen Timbeck, London Linda Trower, London Karen Tucker, London Mary Weiss, Riversdale Lucille West, Tillsonburg Jeanette Wilson, St. Thomas 61 1964 BROUGHT US Jean Burnham (Mrs.). St. Thomas Anthony Huys, Blenheim Irene Lysko, Eden Patricia Watson, London Valerie Glabb (Mrs.), Woodstock Ron Farrow, Aylmer Robert Moreland, London Julie Easterbrook, London Charles Pedley, Niagara on the Lake Douglas Hartely, Kirkland Lake M. Elaine Jones (Mrs.), London Sharon Ditcher (Mrs.), London PARLIAMENT NAMES OF MEMBERS OF PARLIAMENT LEFT TO RIGHT: Gillian Cook, Connie Lester, Carolyn Parker, John Oates, Ross Spettigue, Kathleen Kelly, Jim Campbell, Jim Sparks, Betty Plewes, Ann VanVliet, Brenda Cianci, Ilene Donaldson, John Mackey, Greg Morris, Diane O ' Dell. Congratulations Spectrum Staff 1963-64 on a fine yearbook! I feel honoured to have been asked to contribute for the Student Parliament. The effective functioning of this body depends on many abilities: to plan, to organize, to delegate, to act, and to control. With both the welfare and interest of the students in mind, I feel that your representatives have tried to apply the principles of good organization to the building of a well-rounded pro- gramme to the best of their abilities during the whole of the school year. We have considered it a privilege to serve as your Student Parliament and we hope that you are satisfied with our efforts. On behalf of the Student Parliament, I would like to wish each of you success and happiness in the years to come. Jim Sparks Prime Minister 63 CLERGYMEN ORDER OF CLERGYMEN FRONT ROW, Left to Right: Rev. P. B. Moore, Rev. G. D. Darling, Rev. L. C. Langan, Rev. R. J. Berryman, Rev. T. A. Griffin, Rev. A. F. Loebach, Rev. M. A. Gervais, Rev. A. E. Duffield, Rev. D.W. Johnson, Rev. W.F. Steeper, Rev. R. B. Cumming. BACK ROW: Rev. E. A. Currey, Rev. A. E. Eustace, Rev. W.O. Mather, Rev. H.J. Mahoney, Rev. W.C. Parrott, Rev. R.Gordon. INSET: Rev. J. Fleck. Each morning during the five weeks of orientation teaching from October 3 to November 6, all first year students received one half hour of religious guidance. This course dealt with the subject matter which should be available to the teacher of religious education in the public schools for Ontario. Stu- dents were divided into classes according to their religious denomination and each class was instructed by a very capable clergyman. We would like to thank these clergymen who gave so freely of their time to instruct in religious guidance classes at the college. The Student Body ADVANCE GUARD The vanguard of the host was here, I saw him yesterday. He reconnoitred all about As slow he came my way. He thought I had not noticed him But I observed him well, Accoutred in his crystal coat He was not hard to tell. I thought I saw him smile with joy To see the fallen leaves; A close inspection then he made Beneath the shadowed eaves. Dismounting from his airy steed He perched on window sill And, wishing not to frighten him, I kept myself quite still. He sprang to horse and galloped off To look I know not where, But as he passe d me by I felt A coolness in the air. You smile and say this can not be, The sun is shining bright, But I still hear his promise called As he rode out of sight. Now , hark, do you. not hear it too The trumpets ' clarion cry? The multitude will soon arrive From out the clouding sky. The vanguard of the host was here, I saw him and I know That all the trees which now stand bare Will soon be clothed in snow. Ron. G. Bleier POETRY SECOND PRIZE DAWN TO DUSK A flushed, tender face peeping Over the window sill; Golden rays through greyness sleeping, Serene and still. Happy, white sailboats skimming Across a sapphire sea; The chalice of light brimming In luxury. Day ' s scarlet curtains closing To hush excited din; A dying Indian posing On our earth ' s brim. Christel Uderstadt 66 MARCH You ' re such a fickle creature, March, You seem to like variety And hate to wear the same coat twice, However pleasant it may be. Some days you peek above the hill With sunny yellow bonnet; But long before the day is done You ' ve splattered clouds upon it. At other times you bluster in Wrapped up in gales and breezes, And loudly wait and howl with glee Whenever you can freeze us. Yes, you ' re a fickle creature, March, But all the same we love you, Since, try however hard it may, Spring can ' t arrive without you. Sylvia M. Faw THIRD PRIZE THIS IS PSYCHOLOGY? Names are such elusive things. Philosophers tell us that to err is human and to forget is forgiveable , but I ' ve never yet heard a philosopher philosophize on the innate ability of some to muddle the obvious and to conclude with the incongruous. Do you follow me? I ' m trying to say that names elude me. I ' m not saying I forget them: that would be forgiveable. I simply mean that I always remember the wrong version of the right thing. An illustration will clarify my point. Orientation! or more exactly, 12:56 p.m. on a Wednesday afternoon. Our feelings of impending disaster had roots in the previous Thursday. On that particular day, our Critic Teacher had informed us that her name was Miss Gascarth and that she expected to be addressed as such. An unusually difficult name to remember, I hear you murmur, I was dubious, too! My one idiosyncracy loomed dark and ominous on the horizon, and I paled as my past failures to remember names paraded tauntingly before my eyes. Then from the dim and distant past range the memor- able lines of that illustrious poet whose name I cannot re- member: I am Master of my fate, I am Captain of my soul. My mind was illumined and I felt a new vitality and determi- nation take possession of me. What implications these lines held for me! His words became my words; his sentiments, my sentiments. I firmly resolved on that Thursday afternoon to find a way or make a way of remembering this name in particular and all names in general hereafter and forever more. How? By applying to a particular incident and in a practical manner that dry psychological theory known as the Principle of Association and by facilitating its application by means of the factor of similarity. (You all understand this principle thoroughly so I will not take the time to explain that it has something or other to do with stimuli and salivat- ing dogs. ) But getting back to 12:56 p. m. Wednesday We sat there and waited, just waited! Isn ' t it amazing how interminable one minute (consisting of sixty even longer seconds) can be when one is jittery? Aberdeen started nervously and giggled as the clock sounded one. Abby, I hissed irritably, have I ever told you that your cackle reminds me of a hen with the hic-cups? She giggled appreciatively and we lapsed back into silence of patient expectation . I though back over the extravagant plans --of the multitudinous and lengthy rehearsals of the past five days. AH this for the sake of remembering one name? My actions, my facial expressions, my tone inflections and my thoughts were planned from that moment when Miss Gascarth opened the door to the second when my lips would voice those history-making (or history-breaking) words: Good afternoon, Miss Gascarth. It was all so clear ... As the door opened I would stand erect and address myself confidently saying: Now think carefully my good man. What is she? She is a fuel. Very good! What type of fuel is she? She is a gas. What else is she? She is a vehicle for transporting this fuel. What kind of vehicle is she? She is a cart. Excellent! Now think carefully again, dear fellow. What name results from the sequential combination of her aforesaid attributes? After such a brilliant and inclusive preparation, how could I possibly get any other name than Gascarth ? Abby ' s voice broke hesitantly into my reverie. Sprucedome, I was wondering ... no, perhaps I was think- ing ... oh, horrors, I couldn ' t have been! I was wondering perhaps maybe if I was thinking . . . Sprucedome, do you think . ..? I suddenly motioned her to be silent. Footsteps in the corridor; forbidding, fateful footsteps! They stopped. The doorknob jangled momentarily and door slowly swung open. We stood. She entered. Oh, she entered all right -- all two hundred and twenty-five solid pounds of her! She entered and stood there in front of the doorway making all thought of escape impossible. My first impulse was to state that she was decidedly heavy but I shall diplomatically and (and perhaps erroneously) substitute the words pleasantly plump instead. I would describe her further -- her closely-set grey eyes, steel-rimmed glasses and upswept grey hair, but at this precise moment I suddenly realized that my mind was as blank as any page of my examination booklet! Spruce up, Dome. Wits your collect! I commanded myself sternly. Associate the Principles of Similarity. No what in the world did I mean by that? I didn ' t know. I didn ' t know anything any more. I couldn ' t remember so I resorted to reasoning. What are you going to associate? Principles. What king of principles are you going to associate? I can ' t remember. Yes you can. Think! pause ... Similar Principles? Of course! My mind cleared 68 and the rest came mechanically. I was to associate the similar principles of fuel and vehicle for transport- ing it. Ah, sweet remembrance. Meanwhile, back in the classroom, she was advancing towards us, step after slow step. I drew myself up with the courage born of confidence and flashed her what I hoped and prayed was my most disarming and en- gaging smile. Inclining slightly forwards (exactly as Etiquette Post exhorts one to do) I graciously greeted her with Good afternoon, Miss Oilbarge. Sister Mary Vincent MEET HOLLAND! Never in my life have I seen so many bicycles as in Amsterdam! Of the 900, 000 inhab itants, 700, 000 ride bicycles to work, to school, the market -- anywhere and everywhere. During the working and shopping hours, the bicycles line the fifty miles of canals in Amsterdam. Occasionally, there is a parking lot for cars, and occasionally, too, a car with faulty brakes rolls into the water. No need for excitement: for a mere twenty- five guilders the city fire department will haul you and the car out. At five o ' clock the bicycles swarm home at breakneck speed through the narrow cobblestone streets. The nuns, in black leather jackets and on black motor scooters, are usually the greatest menace to humble pedestrians such as I. And the spry grandfathers in their motorized wheelchairs are never far behind. The peddlers, with their fruit or flower carts mounted behind on their bicycles, usually bring up the rear: The homes they return to may be the modern apartment houses with their gaudy balconies. Perhaps they live in small tidy cottages that get a new coat of whitewash every spring. They might even live in houseboats along the canals. Or perhaps they live in those fine old houses with the clean white wooden trim. Many live in other old houses, whose feet stand in the water and whose skeletons are made of ships ' masts. These are houses with rope lifts, either through the centre of the hourse or down its face. The rope lifts facilitate the moving of furniture to the upper storeys, because the staircases are very narrow and steep. All the houses in Amsterdam are built on long stakes since the ground is too soft for firm foundations. Land -shortage in Holland has forced many Dutch people to live on houseboats. These are stationary; they are not allowed to move about and most of them cannot do so even if it were permissible. The old houseboats are remodelled fishing tugs or barges, that used to carry tulips from the fields in to the city-markets. The new houseboats are flat -roofed, modern cottages built on cement slabs. These unusual living-quarters have all the comforts of a regular home, including such luxuries as television sets and dogs. Some fortunate people even keep a few chickens in their backyard ! Just as people never think of Holland without also thinking of its canals, so the tourists always remember the friendly, hospitable atmosphere and the delicious coffee. The Dutch housewives, condemming instant coffee as ' lazy coffee ' , take great pride in treating you to some ' real ' coffee. Once they are certain that you like it, they will most willingly tell you how it is done. First you must grind a cup of crisp coffee beans. Perk the coffee in a little bit of water. Pour the thick black coffee to the halfway mark in the cup and fill the rest up with hot milk. Add two lumps of sugar (Dutch lumps are twice as big as ours) and two tea-biscuits on the side. Now relax while the delightful people talk small -talk for hours and hours and hours. It seemed to me that the Dutch people were forever drinking coffee. But not so for breakfast -- here you drink tea and eat (what else but) cheese sandwiches. Two hours later, it ' s time for a cup of coffee, or two, or three, and a chat. The hot meal at midday consists of potatoes, horse -meat, (it ' s delicious) and LOOF, some- thing that looks like a cob of corn, that is half as long as a cob of corn, but does not taste like corn at all. It is, in fact, the type of food you have to eat with a smile (choke) and gleefully (choke) take a second helping (choke). Don ' t worry -- the coffee and the eye-popping, mouth-watering pastry will revive you. Two hours later, it ' s time for coffee again, and at supper (where you have your choice of jam or cheese sandwiches) you drink several more cups of coffee to keep up your good spirits. Just before you retire, (about midnight, when Jan is reciting the facts of his uncle ' s cousins appendectomy for the third time), you simply must have another cup, or two, or three. Oh, Holland is a fascinating country to visit! It ' s a doll-house nation --so cnarming and so neat are the white cottages with their picket fences and climbing roses. Out in the country, you get a true vision of peace: large puffy clouds floating down the canal and the windmill beside it slowly rotating its far-flung arms. The most beautiful and best-known sights in Holland are, of course, the expansive tulip fields in the spring of each year. The tourist gets the best view of them from the airplane as he is leaving, and the response to the checkerboard fields of swaying colour is always the same: Oooooooooh! He strains his eyes until that land that was Holland has suddenly vanished and become large puffy clouds floating down invisible canals. Christel Uderstadt Once upon a time there was a very powerful king who found out, quite by accident, of a plot to dethrone him. One of his most trusted friends was the leader of this plot. Pleading with him to tell who the others were, he sought to show leniency toward this count. Unwilling to betray his fellow conspirators, he refused, even when threatened with the guillotine. Even as his head was placed on the block he refused. With a final plea the king asked him to disclose the names of the others. With a No answer, the command was given, Let the knife fall then . Just as the knife was falling, the count yelled, No, no, I ' ll tell! Un- fortunately it was too late. The knife fell and the head rolled. THE MORAL: Don ' t hatchet your counts before they chicken! 70 THE VOICE I became aware suddenly that it was unusual. The voice coming from the room across the hall was Susan ' s. SHE ' S TALKING IN HER SLEEP. I deliberately listened. Takes a lot o ' thinkin , yep, a lot o ' thinkin ' . . . It ' s been in the back o ' my head fer a year now; I ' ve gotta get it out ... I better tell her, but then again I guis I won ' t. I smiled nervously at the typical slangy expressions and pronunciations. Yet it gave me an eerie feeling, as if I were eavesdropping. The voice went on, sometimes lifeless and monotonous, other times remorseful, hopeless. Was this the product of her last days of depression and brooding? As I tiptoed to the bedroom door, my shadow fell massively across the sleeping figure. Every word was perfectly clear and intelligible. I ' ve ben thinkin ' about this now fer a year and I ' d tell her if I had the nerve . . . They were all wrong about me that time, yep, all wrong. Did you hear me, Leona? All wrong! I was strangely intrigued yet terrified. Determinedly I got back into bed and tried not to listen but I kept hearing the voice. SUSAN WILL WAKE UP WHEN CHERYL COMES IN. But at 11:30 Susan was still talking. I feel more comfortable with you here, Cheryl. We were at the door listening. There ' s three people I gotta tell . . . her and her and him. Harding and I know but he can ' t tell . . . Yeah, the youngest one . . . no, we was the only ones home. They were out . . . then Cheryl came in after school. I ' d forgot about her ... I didn ' t tell her, I just said I was drunk . . . She told him, but they were both wrong ... I ' d better tell . . . no, I ' ll tell her tomorrow night. On and on, the voice rose and fell but the lips barely quivered and not a muscle in the body moved. I grew daring and whispered to Cheryl, Try asking her some questions, maybe she ' ll tell us whatever is preying on her mind. So Cheryl began talking to her in an ordinary voice, slowly and distinctly. She urged, Tell Cheryl now. The voice suddenly took on new life and sharpness. Now Leona, you haven ' t got a clue or a place to put one. I said I ' d tell her tomorrow night, didn ' t I? Why not tell her now? Cheryl will understand. Leona, you get out of here, I ' ve gotta do some thinkin ' ... go on, leave me alone! . . . Leona, . . . Will I hafta beat you up? Go on home! . . . Leona! It was a command. The still figure suddenly sat up in bed and we ran like scared rabbits down the stairs, followed by the voice, loud and demanding. Leona! . . . Leona! 71 We went up only when it was normal again. WHATEVER IS THE MEANING OF THIS STRANGE EXPERIENCE? , I whispered to Cheryl. Pretend you ' re Harding and see what happens. So she tried it. I ' m Harding and I know. Harding, This nervously; then angrily. Leona, you stop that or I ' ll bang your head down through your shoulders and you ' ll look through your ribs and think you ' re in jail! We readily consented to drop it. The voice drifted back to its former hopelessness. I ' ve gotta get it out o ' the back of my head or I ' ll go right whangy. Yep, Leona, one o ' these days I ' ll get vicious. You remember what I did to my sister. Lucky thing fer her that ma came home or she wouldn ' t be around to tell the tale. What happened? Cheryl led her one. I told you about it Leona; Faith an ' Gayle were talkin ' about me behind my back an ' wouldn ' t let me in. I got in with a butcher knife though. Lucky ma came home She wanted me to go and see the doctor. He ' d send me to the Funny Farm Yep, that ' s where I ' m headin ' . If I don ' t get that out o ' the back of my head, I ' ll get vicious Got a knife Leona? You don ' t think I ' d cut my throat do you? Somebody ' s stopped me twice already. Yep, Leona one o ' these days, you ' ll come home and find me dead. It ' s better ' n this! We exchanged horrified glances. We knew her home was a mess; most of what she said was probably true. The voice ceased as Susan rolled over. It was 1:30. We were all soon asleep. All day I hear the hopeless voice. IT ' S NONE OF MY BUSINESS. IT DOESN ' T MEAN A THING. . . BUT WHAT CAN I DO TO HELP HER? SHE ' S TOO YOUNG TO DIE! THERE HAS TO BE SOME OTHER ESCAPE FOR HER THAN SUICIDE. THERE HAS TO BE! But Susan didn ' t discover it. We found her one afternoon, lifeless on her bed, an empty box of pills on the dresser. AM I TO BE FOREVER HAUNTED? But for me, life must go on. Sylvia M. Faw 72 MEMINI THEY said Grade Five wasn ' t any lark The work was hard. You ' ll have to toe the mark, THEY said. I would have been scared And very miserable, But -- my teacher cared. She wasn ' t a hard, mean old creature Like some She was more a person than a teacher. We knew she had it all in her head, At least I thought so, But still she listened to what we said. When we clowned around, she just waited, She didn ' t yell; She was disappointed, not aggravated. Pretty soon, before I knew, 1 was telling her things -- Dreams of what I wanted to do. The year, after all, wasn ' t so tough, Like THEY said And long division was baby stuff. My brains were not the special feature - - Hardly! It was my kind, understanding teacher. Sister M. Gabriella NATURAL PROCESS Time rolls onward. Before he is ready. The boy, Still interested in his trains and toys, Must satisfy a doting mother And learn the proper forms of etiquette. The girl, Scarce having laid her dolls to rest, Must become a belle of society, And, though yet a babe, Must be ready to face life With all its responsibilities. The fantasy of living in a safe world Soon departs, for both, Except in the realms of memory And of dreams. THE BARRIER Before him lay a gigantic cliff Which blocked him from his goal. He quickly looked up But found no hope of climbing it, For the ascent was high And without a foothold. He looked to the left But the way seemed long and tiresome. He turned to the right And saw the cliff end at the horizon. He didn ' t move. Again he looked up and scanned the face. I saw him find hope. He scurried to a large crack That split the wall of stone. It was a steep, hard climb But he had to try. The crack started a short distance up But it led to the top. He began; Made some ground; Fell back; Tried again; Slipped to the ground once more. He rested. This time, more slowly, He persevered in his efforts. I watched him climb, Grasping the rock so that he wouldn ' t fall back And lose the precious ground gained. Slowly, oh so slowly, he moved Until he caught hold of the crack And pulled himself up. He stopped, turned, looked back, Then gathered his strength for the final ascent. I watched him get to the top And continue on his way. The gigantic cliff had become a curbstone, The climber, a little ant. Doug Scott Lesley Marchant THINGS WERE DIFFERENT The old man slowly lifted the articles from the window display. Every month for the past forty years, he had changed this window so that it would be interesting and appealing to the customers. His business had been a long and tiring one. He had worked hard to pro- vide food and clothing for his wife and children. But now things were different! No longer would his wife be wait- ing for him in the back of the store where they had established their home. No more would she cook his meals or keep the place spot- lessly clean. For last night, Martha had died. He would never forget the sight of her shawl falling from her rocking chair to the floor. Her arm had dangled from the arm rest and at that moment he felt his loss. Joe walked tiredly back and forth while clearing the window. Tomorrow the funeral would take place and the casket would be lowered into the ground. How can I stand there and watch the dirt fall on her? What will happen after it is over? Why did it happen? These and many other thoughts rushed through his mind and he found answers to none. The tears remained inside his heart and his mind questioned everyting. Joe walked into their home and sat in Martha ' s chair. As he mourned, the door to the store opened and the sound of foot- steps could be heard approaching him. The kitchen door squeaked and a voice spoke softly, Come on, Dad. Let ' s go home. What is home now son? , he said. I have no home without your mother. Dad, we want you to come and live with us. Beth and I don ' t live far from the shop, so you can still keep it up if you wish. We need you Dad and I think you need us. I don ' t know. I just don ' t know. Look Dad, you know Mother wouldn ' t want you to sit around like this. If it had been you instead of her, would you have wanted her to stay here or come with us? Don ' t you see? It just isn ' t right for you to be around all these reminders. Please come. All right son, I guess you ' re right. The door to the shop squeaked shut and the two men walked slowly down the street. Mary Miller 74 HOPE Hope is a common word, yet it has a meaning which brings light and life into the hearts of mankind. Its beauty and innocence glow from the shining eyes of a crippled child as he is gently encouraged and guided by a skilled hand. Its happiness is fulfilled in the back-breaking struggle of an African people who have strived for, and achieved, their independence. It is a spur to higher roads, better opportunities, and vital challenges. Hope is a prayer of nations in the bitter struggle for peace, integrity and prosperity. In its supremacy men ' s minds agree and their voices mingle encouragingly for the peace of this world. Hope is faith. It supplies another world of tranquility and restfulness from the burdens of toil which depress. It gives us new spirit and better courage. Hope is charity. If one has hope for this world, he will be sympathetic to the wants of the needy man. Hope is the comfort of those in sorrow. It strengthens the bereaved to know that their dead are at peace in a better world. It strengthens the living to assert and live for their faith. Judy Zimmerman. FALL AND SAM SQUIRREL Once upon a time there was a squirrel named Sam. He lived with his aunts and his uncles and his cousins in Victoria Park, right here in London, just across the street from the London Life Insurance Company and the Bell Telephone Company. This was very important where Sam was concerned for he had three special friends who came from these great office buildings to eat their lunches in the park and to share with him a bit of carrot or an apple or some peanuts. Each day Sam would meet his friends: Miss Jenkins, the telephone operator, Mr. James, the accountant and Mr. Sparks, who, it seemed, did as little as possible at the London Life so that Sam really wasn ' t sure what his job was. He always met them at the same bench under the large maple tree, just a hop, skip and a jump from the tall oak where he lived. His dear friends fed him well. Each day he would scamper down the tall oak and run over the bench under the maple tree, hop up on the stone arm rest and wait to be stuffed with goodies from the lunch pails of his pals. Miss Jenkins was never there on Mondays or Tuesdays but happily for Sam she had to work on the weekends and so he was taken care of even on Saturdays and Sundays. With his puffy little cheeks stuffed with some tasty morsel Sam would scamper back to his home in the tall oak to have a contented after dinner snooze which, it must be said, lasted most of the afternoon. I am afraid that Sam was a very lazy squirrel. Each day as he awoke and stretched slowly, he would say to himself, sleepily, I really must gather some nuts to put away for the winter as my aunts and my uncles and my many cousins do . But then he would mutter, with a wide yawn, Winter is a long way off and, after all, my friends will feed me . Then Sam would fall back on his twig bed to catch another forty winks. As time went by, however, the warm days grew shorter and the cool nights grew longer and cooler and some times. Sam curled up in his sleep into a little tighter ball to keep warm. Mr. James, Mr. Sparks and Miss Jenkins sometimes wore coats and one day Miss Jenkins shivered a little, then looked up into the maple and said something to Mr. Sparks, who frowned and shook his head in agreement. Sam was busy shelling a peanut Mr. James had given him so he didn ' t notice that Mr. Sparks and Miss Jenkins had seen the splash of scarlet which had washed the tree over their heads. Yes, the leaves were changing colour and here and there the ground was covered with a blanket of fallen leaves, gold and yellow and brown. But as we have said, Sam was lazy and, well, he never really had his eyes wide open, as the saying goes. Did he see the signs of fall that would have told him that winter was coming in a few short weeks? Well, we know the answer to that, don ' t we? So another day when Mr. James and Mr. Sparks and Miss Jenkins suddenly jumped up, ran out from under the tree and looked excitedly up at the sky, Sam didn ' t bother to find out what they were looking at but took the op- portunity to snatch a piece of carrot from Mr. Sparks ' lunch pail while his back was turned. Little did he know that it was a flock of wild geese that his friends had seen winging their way south where they would find food during the long winter ahead. There was someone else who was going to have trouble finding food during the long winter ahead and he would not be able to fly south to find it. So when the morning came that Sam looked out of his home high in the oak and saw all around a sheet of white over everything as far as the eye could see you can imagine his shock. When his friends did not come to eat their lunch in the park, for of course they did not want to sit on a cold snow covered bench, Sam was a very sad squirrel. He thought bitterly, If only I had gathered a few nuts for the winter . If only I had had my eyes open and noticed the days getting shorter, the weather getting cooler, the leaves turning colour and falling, and the geese flying south I would not be sitting here with an empty stomach. I would have had my home full of tasty walnuts to nibble through the winter and been alive to see my friends again in the spring . But Sam did not perish that winter. An understanding uncle took him in and as you can imagine he kept his eyes open every year after that and made careful note of the signs of fall. Blair Harrison DEATH OF A FOREST Shalimar is no more. A small island, approximately ten miles in diameter, Shalimar was situated almost in the centre of a large lake. That lake seemed never to have a shortage of fish for all those eager fishermen who came to try their luck and skill. Shalimar could well boast of her superb beaches and her excellent scenery. Many a painter would sit for hours just to catch the right hues as the sunlight started across the huge trees and hills. Only the most skillful could try to capture even a portion of such beauty on canvas. The trees were like majestic giants. Each seemed to stand tall and straight as if it were trying to reach higher into the heaven than the others. They could well be called kings of the forest. Oh yes, they made room for the tiny trees, and as their limbs would wave merrily in the breeze one could almost imagine the kings of the forest saying -- Come children, look tall, reach as high as you can and soon you will be as big as we are . In the centre of the forest stood an old oak tree as tall as the sky; the king of all the trees. As he proudly stood guard over his beloved family that black day struck. A careless camper had forgotten to smother his camp fire. It was only a tiny spark but it did not take long to grow into a flame and begin to eat at the tiny trees and shrubs. I ' m sure they cried out in fear and reached for their brothers and sisters. Soon they too were covered with the thirsty flames. One by one these towering giants were set afire until not a tree on the entire island was left untouched. The flames licked savagely and reached even the tallest of branches. The sky was black with the sickening smoke. One by one they fell, but to the last stood the mighty oak. It seemed as if to the end he defied the fierce flames. But they were determined to kill, and pouring out all their ferocious and deadly strength upon the mighty king, he finally fell -- not in defeat, however; he lived as a king and died as one. The fire is over. Chaos is everywhere! Nothing but burned stumps remain as far as the eye can see! The picture is one so terrifying that it cannot be described. Yes, Shalimar is gone but never will she be forgotten. Often in the dreams of thousands will they see the mighty forest again. Bonnie Mitchell 77 PROBLEM CHILD Where ' s your homework, Michael? , Miss White ' s tone was acid. Michael made no reply. I asked you a question; you weren ' t paying attention. The boy stoically opened his workbook. Miss White saw only a blank page. Stand up! She felt her voice crack. Miss White, a timid voice whispered somewhere in the class. Miss White . Quiet! Michael Marks, I am fed up with you. You have been a nuisance ever since school started. Today your conduct is appalling . As she spoke she could feel a strange restlessness grow among the children. Michael, I am going to see that you will be dismissed from my class until you can prove that your con- duct will be that which is acceptable in Grade Seven, stated Miss White. The silence which settled in the room reminded her remotely of death. After school was dismissed, Miss White was utterly exhausted. This fatigue, so uncommon with her of old had greatly troubled her recently. Today, she felt, was the worst day of all. Michael Marks, the brightest hope of all previous teachers, had failed her. He had led his class since Grade One, and now in her Grade Seven, he was at the point of failing. What has got into him is more than I can see . Miss White yanked at a piece of artwork she was removing from the bulletin board. Good health, --no sturdier lad can be found. Home environment -- the envy of the school. His father is the owner of the furniture factory, west of town, quite rich, and Michael and his brothers have had everything. Miss White had cleared the bulletin board and now slumped almost lifelessly into a desk. If I had had his opportunity when I was growing up, I certainly would have made better use of it. Three quarters of the class wear hand-me-downs and Michael. ... she shook her head as she groped in her purse for her keys. I could teach the others and ignore the little rascal until he comes to his senses but he has made the other children restless. Today when I reprimanded him for not doing his homework, the class seemed resent- ful. She had found her keys and went to the closet for her coat. I can ' t explain their behaviour but there is one thing of which I am certain; Michael Marks is a spoiled brat. Miss White, Miss White, the same timid girl ' s voice that had beseeched her earlier was trying again at the door. If you have forgotten anything get it now before I lock the door, Miss White replied sternly. Miss White, maybe I shouldn ' t tell you. Mike said not to, but you see, her blue eyes glistened, the doctor was expecting it and Mike knew that it would happen, but she paused for a moment, you knew his little brother, the one he used to talk about -- well he died of leukemia last night and Mike Miss White you look so pale! Shall I get you a chair? Mary Stirton -- KILLED IN ACTION -- The plane shot down out of the sun, all guns blazing. Zadromel saw it at the instant the shells tore through Gordon ' s chest. He snapped the bomber into a tight spiral, and sent out an S. O. S. Back in the waist, the 50- calibers were spitting boiling lead at the Messerschmitt. Battle had been joined. Ten minutes later, the M. E. streaked homeward, while the burning bomber ploughed up a farmer ' s field. Exploding fuel racked the area. The skeleton of the bomber disintegrated in one agonizing blast. But the end was not yet. The Honey Chile would fly again Boss Ballinger frowned thoughtfully as he stomped into his office and called his secretary. Mary, call Sam Gateswell, please . Then, Hello, Sam. Ballinger here. Can you go to France immediately?Good! Go to a place called Roion, ten miles north of Le Catear. There ' ve been reports of U. F. O. ' s from there lately. Look into it, eh? Yes, flying sauc- Boss paused. It ' s not my idea; it ' s the Commission ' s Look. .... Look, Sam, just do it, will you? Let me know what you find. Boss hung up, and settled back. By Klonos, Mary, it ' s going to be a long day , she finished. 1 11 put on the coffee. Three days later Ballinger arrived at Roion mountain, summoned by Sam. After getting through police, soldiers, and reporters, he met General Haigan. He could hear the thump of mortars over the hill, as he, Haigan, and Sam headed forward. Haigan was bemoaning the inaction of his government, and the utter futility of the battle. We attack and the invaders from Time vanish. When we stop, they appear again. It ' s a hopeless battle, Haigan said. Joey Zadromel would have loved this, said Sam. He was a little off his head about time travel. We flew together in ' 43, until the day he was killed here. I was wounded, and in a hospital the day he got it. He always said he ' d be there when we needed him ' dead or alive ' . We sure could use him now. Boss, watching Haigan headed back to H.Q. , had to agree. Somewhere a crew dashed for their plane. Engines roared silently, and a smiling pilot waved down the runway, rose gracefully into the sky, and pointed her nose toward a farm in France .... The aliens left their ships. Other-world looking weapons appeared, and began operating. Slaughter ensued. What happened next happened so fast that Ballinger and Sam Gateswell caught only the general effects. All others this side of the hill were dead. Gateswell later recalled, The Honey Chile shot over a ridge of hills, with two engines and her midsection in flames. She drifted lower and lower, and suddenly the aliens saw her. As they ran for their ships, the ghost ripped into the ground and shot into their formation. With one blinding, disintegrating blast, the entire scene disappeared. We were blinded for about fifteen minutes, but we weren ' t deaf, and I tell you, the utter silence was deader than the grave. On the hillside later, I suddenly heard Joey Zadromel for the last time. Anytime, Kid. Just call, and we ' ll be there. Anytime. We ' ll never know why, but Mother Earth was spared. As Boss said, however, Who knows for how long. Next time we may get what we deserve. Somewhere, a plane shoots down out of the sun, all guns blazing Hugo S. Borchardt Once upon a time in a far off isolated island there were two tribes. The king of one of these tribes owned a beautiful golden throne. Upon hearing that the neighbouring king was about to visit him, he decided to build a two-storey mud hut and hide his precious throne on the second floor to keep it from the other king ' s grabby hands. But needing a throne to sit on during his time as a host, he had a wooden throne built on the first floor directly underneath the golden one above. Unfortunately having only a mud and grass floor above him to keep up the other throne, it gave way, collapsing on the poor king ' s head and killing him. THE MORAL: People who live in grass houses shouldn ' t stow thrones. 79 FLIGHT A star is born, jolted from earth-bound orbit by sudden shock to seek the sun, its trail yet visible around the earth it orbited but briefly. Its glow, reflecting from the mountain tops of many lands, shall never die; but shall be traced by faces looking up, a little higher for its passing; and watched in feeble effigy by others looking down upon a flickering flame in Arlington. November 25, 1963 G.H. Dobrindt ATHLETIC COUNCIL BACK ROW: Mary Banbery, Sheila Saw ard, Charlotte McCorquodale, Ruth Hume, Judi Haskett, Christel Uderstadt, Beth McKenzie, Miss Prendergast. FRONT ROW: Mr. Smith, Jack Eady, Barry White, President; Doug Scott, Alf McLellan, Wayne Smith, Bruce Davidson, Mr. Crawford. The athletic council this year, as in previous years, is comprised of sixteen energetic members, one from each form in the school. Their job was to promote and plan all athletic events throughout the school year. One of the highlights of this year ' s athletic programme was the successful Athletic Night which was held during the month of January. The intermural sports programme as provided by the council has proved to be of great enjoyment to all stu- dents who have taken part. The year began with inter-form volleyball up until Christmas. After Christmas the men ' s and lady ' s basketball schedule began and proved to be of the highest competitive value, especially in the women ' s league! Rounding out the spring term badminton was provided for the student body in mixed doubles, men ' s singles and women ' s singles. The year was full of many athletic events, hardly was there a noon hour when the gymnasium was not in use. For this we have the school ' s sixteen member athletic council to thank. 82 CHEERLEADERS LEFT TO RIGHT: Linda Potter, Virginia Mann, Barb Stableford, Heidi Schroeder, Brenda C. Graham. 83 MEN ' S BASKETBALL TEAM BACK ROW: Dick Burnet, Barry Howson, Captain; Bill Christie, Larry Potter. FRONT ROW: Ron McLeod, Manager; John Cambridge, Jack Eady, Mr. Crawford, Dale Clark, Jack Baker, John Davies, Manager. ABSENT: John Brickmanis. This year L. T. C. fielded what was, perhaps, the strongest basketball team in many years. The coach, Mr. Crawford, had a difficult job choosing the members to represent our college. The try-out camp was heavily bombarded with hopefuls. Those who failed to make the team moved back into the inter-form league as the backbones of their teams. Our group ' s first loss came at the hands of the powerful Western Colts basketball team. From then on they never looked back! All comers fell prey to the sharp shooting of such stars as John Brickmanis and Jack Eady. Rebounds are a specialty for Bill Christie and Dale Clark. Nifty ball handling can be credited to Larry Potter, Dick Burnet and John Cambridge. Jack Baker provided a lot of spirit for the team. However, when you add two and two you get four, and when you add all the assets afore-mentioned you get Barry Howson. One or two memorable events of the year are the team ' s defeat of Windsor Teachers ' College and Barry Howson ' s stellar performance. All in all the men ' s basketball team and Mr. Crawford are to be commended for an exciting and victorious year. 84 HOUSE LEAGUE BASKETBALL CHAMPIONS LEFT TO RIGHT: Cathleen Kelly, Teresa Prout, Mary Ellen Gallagher, Joan Birchall, Charlotte McCorquodale, Oriana Butorac, Marilyn Snowden, Virginia Mann, Nora Corner, Jackie Hayes-Richards. Since there was no school basketball team to represent the college this year this team of champions are the cream of the crop . Their team name, Canaries , was hardly fitting for they were anything but gentle on any opponents throughout the schedule. A fine passing attack along with a marked height advantage took this troop to the championship. They eliminated their play-off adversaries in two straight games. As the array of uniforms in the picture above shows, this team had the fine spirit and sense of the light fantastic which is so useful not only on the gym floor but also in the classroom. 85 MEN ' S VOLLEYBALL TEAM BACK ROW: Wayne Smith, Murray Woolner, Innis Jenkins, Bill Fluter, Robert Slack, Bill Warder, Bill Gaskell. FRONT ROW: Fred Sweeney, Bill MacDonald, Co-captain; Mr. Archibald, Ross Spettigue, Co-captain. Rudy Romme, Ken Foss. ABSENT: Gene Somerville. The men ' s volleyball team, under the coaching of Mr. Archibald, made an impressive showing in the city Industrial A league. Co-captains Ross Spettigue and Bill MacDonald led the fine team to one of it ' s best seasons. The team practices are held regularly every Wednesday night and league games are played every Thursday night. This year the coach fielded a strong team of thirteen men. The choice of the total number of the team was anything but a hex. Perhaps Mr. Archibald was counting in base seven . 86 WOMEN ' S VOLLEYBALL TEAM FRONT ROW: Diane Short, Sheila Saward, Nora Corner, Sandy Davis, Sharon Williams. BACK ROW: Jim Abbey, Judy Waters, Mary Banbury, Doreen Hotchkiss, Joan Birchall, Linda Hill, Sharon Constable, Miss Prendergast. INSERTS: Marilyn Snowdon, Pat Watson. Under the watchful and helpful eye of Miss Prendergast and Jim Abbey this girls ' volleyball team has developed into quite a well co-ordinated group. A great deal of hard work was put forth to achieve this end. All are proud of the showing of the women ' s volleyball team this year. 87 INTER-FORM VOLLEYBALL CHAMPIONS BACK ROW: Anna Marie Gazzola, Doris Ellwood, Bill Harrison, Jim Laskey, I nnis Jenkins, Barry Howson, Bill MacDonald, J. D. MacDonald, Ron McCleod, Paul Lovelock, Reta Filias. FRONT ROW: Sharon Springett, Dale Ferrell, Anne Gelinas, AnnGalloway, Edite Ernestsons, Penny Fearn, Ann Duynisveld, Joan Fitzsimmons, Heather Dyson. Form four won the mixed volleyball competition this year. They showed a well balanced squad with an aptness for being alert. The league itself was enjoyable for all who participated. It was instrumental in co-ordinating the team- work of both men and women; a not always easy task. However, form four showed the rest of the school how much women are needed and how well they can be handled. 88 GIRLS ' INTER-FORM VOLLEYBALL CHAMPIONS Joan Stinson, Dianne Short, Pat Tolmy, Sheila Saward, Mary Spriet, Gayle Stanlake, Sharon Sinden, Lynda Potter. Form nine stole the honours in the girls ' volleyball league. Although this league was small, consisting of girls from forms 8, 9, 10, and 16, it packed plenty of action as can be proved by the wild screams of joy and anger that filled the gym during the first and second terms. Volleyball had its origin in 1895 when William Morgan in Holyoke, Massachusetts, devised a game of ball -volleying in which he could include a large number of his physical education classes. During the inter- vening years, the game has reached the status of one of the most popular of all team sports and today may claim some sixty million participants in more than seventy countries. Volleyball can be summed up as a game of tense moments -thrilling plays - sudden upsets - determined rallies. 89 MEN ' S HOCKEY TEAM BACK ROW: Robin Wadley, Dave McPhail, Jim Abbey, Steve Kyle, Henry Mills, Wayne Sow ler, Doug Scott. FRONT ROW: Lome Sparks, Paul Lovelock, Mr. Smith, Lloyd Webb, Dave Conron. ABSENT: Lou Little, Larry Potter, Earl Wagner. This year the school team played in the University of Western Ontario ' s B group. Success attended the team as it came through with three wins and two ties. Much of the success is due to Mr. Smith ' s coaching and leadership, along with a determined team effort. This team does not receive the support of the student body as does some of the other teams. However, late night practices and cold winter winds did not in any way curb the determination of the boys clad in black and gold. 90 WOMEN ' S HOCKEY TEAM LEFT TO RIGHT: Wayne Smith, Coach; Carolyn Morley, Carol Osborn, Mary Ellen O ' Rae, Mary Anne Mahon, Linda Kerman, Joan Elliott, Diane Paddon, Sharron Pestill, Ross Spettigue, Coa ch. Yes, it is true! They took up golf, curling, and politics, so why not hockey. Do not fear for they are anything but fair damsels in distress when they step out on the ice. Although the team had a limited number of engagements, they still went out to practice just for the sheer love of the game. A nobler ideal than the coaches one is led to think. The team should be congratulated, though, for a fine effort in representing L. T. C. It is still hard to adjust one ' s ears to the tune of, All right Miss Morley you ' ve got two minutes for charging Mr. Spettigue! 91 VOLLEYBALL REFEREES BACK ROW: Joan Birchall, John Davies, Wayne Smith, Ken Foss, Barry Howson, Innis Jenkins, Ross Spettigue, Dave Conron, Carolyn Morley. FRONT ROW: Ruth Hume, Sandy Davis, Mary Banbury, Joan Stinson, Judy Waters, Maria Van Liere, Sheila Saward, Gayle Stanlake, Jenifer Spence. An organization meeting was called early in September by Mr. Crawford. After this initial meeting, the officiating of all intermural activities was carried out by the student referees under the supervision of the Athletic Council. The job done by the referees was appreciated by the whole student body for they realized that without them no activities could have taken place. Two people who deserve a lot of credit in this line are Ruth Hume and Barry White. 92 BASKETBALL REFEREES BACK ROW: Jack Eady, Sandy Davis, Carolyn Morley, Joan Birchall, Judy Waters, Mary Banbury, John Davies. FRONT ROW: Judy Stemmler, Nora Corner, Mary Ellen Gallagher, Ruth Hume, Pat Watson, Sharon Pestill, Sharon Williams, Sandra Phillips. CURLING TEAM BACK ROW: Katherine Miller, Carol Osborn, Diane Paddon, Carolyn Parker, Sharon MacConnell, Kathleen Ryan, Barb Stableford, Becky Postian. FRONT ROW: Gary Gellatly, Dave Hill, Pete Mutsaers, Mike Blankenship, J. D. MacDonald, President; Terry Kelly. ABSENT: Doug Cuttell. To the cry of sweep and draw, students numbering forty, veterans and novices alike become enthralled in the old Scottish gentleman ' s game of Curling. Early in the year Dale Farrell was elected treasurer of the club. The students curl at the Ivanhoe rink where fun, exercise, and good companionship is enjoyed by all. The real thrill came when the students met the masters in a show down to determine the curling champs. SECRETARIES LEFT TO RIGHT: Miss C. Carr, Mrs. I. Hinde, Mrs. B. Judd, Mrs. B. Mott. CAFETERIA STAFF LEFT TO RIGHT: B. Mundy, F. Lee, M. Geddes, M. Leghorn, P. Collins. 99 STAGE CREW BACK ROW, Left to Right: Bruce Davidson, Bill Warder, Stewart Guthrie, Bob Slack, Peter Middleton, Bill Fluter, Darryl Banks, Mike Jones. FRONT ROW: Mary Anne Goymerac, Mary Mclver, Pauline Sterling, Ilga Valkauskis, Pauline Duncan, Sheila Saward, Charline Lethbridge. PROJECTIONISTS LEFT TO RIGHT: Carl Wilson, Doug Cuttell, Mr. Brendon, Roy Bromely, Eugene Somerville. LITERARY SOCIETY BACK ROW, Left to Right: Lloyd Webb, George -Diveky, David Galloway, Secretary-Treasurer; Carl Wilson, President. FRONT ROW: Mary Lynne Rogerson, Leslie Banner, Vicki Hyde, Cheryl Hicks, Dianne Short, Edite Ernestsons, Pat Ironside, Sister Agnes Therese, Mary Ellen O ' Rae, Kathy Ellerby. SOCIAL COMMITTEE Actually, they worked very hard all year! COLLEGE CHOIR OPTIMISTS ' BOYS CHOIR 102 YEARBOOK REPRESENTATIVES LEFT TO RIGHT: Leon DeWaele, Mrs. Sharon Milne, Sister Mary Vincent, Anne Bodkin, Bodkin, Gayle Stanlake, Sharon Springett, Gail Campbell, Lucille West, Barbara Hipkiss, Bill Fluter. TEACHERS ' CHRISTIAN FELLOWSHIP LEFT TO RIGHT: Richard Dean, Dianne Palmer, Secretary-Treasurer; Beverley Stephens, Karen Tucker, Bonnie Strangway, Maj-Len Wiik, Ella Mae Robinson, Bert Peterson, President; Mrs. Dorothy Howell, Program Convenor; Diane O ' Dell, Jenny Nywening, Lucille West, Katheryn Miller, Elizabeth Perkins, Lloyd Webb, Vice- President. ABSENT: Mary MacKenzie, Social Convenor. ATHLETIC NIGHT GUESS WHO ?? How much do you hear as you sit in class? Test yourself and see how many of these famous quotations you recognize. 1. It ' s a delightful little green book. 2. The dear little cherubs. 3. I daresay 4. Now, gang, redheads never fail. 5. And what have you? 6. Did you learn anything today? 7. It seems to me. 8. Nothing comes before something. 9. Did you say ' jist ' ? 10. Feet flat on the floor. 11. And now, I know that you ' re wanting some more work. 12. I don ' t like exams, but . 13. That ' s ' New Mathematics ' . En garde! GUESS WHAT ?? Following on with our little guessing game, how obervant are you? See how many of these you can decipher. 3 TRANSITIONAL TWIRL HOLIDAY FOR HEARTS PARENTS ' NIGHT ALBION HILLS ANSWERS TO QUESTIONS ON PAGE 107 GUESS WHO?? 1. Mr. Archibald. 2. Miss Bergey. 3. Mr. Crawford. 4. Mr. Porte. 5. Mr. Townshend. 6. Mr. Long. 7. Mr. Smith. 8. Miss Singer or Mrs. Magee. 9. Mr. McKeown. 10. Mr. MacDowell. 11. Mr. Massey. 12. Mr. Elford. 13. Mr. Walker. GUESS WHAT?? 1. Heating register. 2. Thermostat. 3. Ceiling tile. 4. Mr. Hyde. 5. Fire hose. Albion Hills School. iow ledge. Newspapers Stimulate Classroom Interest! I There ' s nothing like a newspaper for awakening a lively interest in the world around us - either in or out of school. The newspaper has become a valuable teaching aid in a whole range of subjects, depending on the initiative of the teacher. For details on how newspapers can help in classroom studies, write: A.D. Cartier, Public Service Supervisor THE LONDON FREE PRESS Who needs a partner! ! Aw gawan. I told you to save me a chair. Offices: 26 DUNCAN STREET, TORONTO Factory: SHERBROOKE, QUEBEC JEWELLERY ' S FINEST CRAFTSMEN Creators of Custom Insignia EMBLEMATIC JEWELLERY • TROPHIES CERAMICS • COLLEGE SCHOOL INSIGNIA Our Compliments To A Fine School from OXFO RD BOOK SHOPS LTD. and OXFORD SCHOOL SUPPLIES CO. LONDON McMASTER UNIVERSITY Department of Extension As a graduate of Teachers ' College you may be interested in finding out what is available for your further education through work at a University. 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