Royal St Georges College - Georgian Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

Text from Pages 1 - 152 of the 1979 volume:

iq 'X U X,.7 iw' 1 H 0 .I 5 ' . 0 - - I ' . , 9,4 1 l C w Q Q -xx - . X sf 5' Q Z9 as X U l i ,. rf V k E nu w-, -5 h .9 r 271' ' 1+ , 4 Q Q4 1 X ,-43 Q , . I 1 Q N ' Z! 'WE xg Rfs- Q 9 A K ,E x 72 t L-fe '- x., . x x A - , .1 -194. sff P Ax Y' 5 4 Wx Q . 'I ,, Qu- .-1 4, h :T ' Q Q X iv 0 .34 f'+-,W ,,,,..,5.-L, A'+J-W.. xx WAY THE GEORGIAN There are two sentences inscribed upon the Delphic oracle, hugely accommodated to the usages of man's life: HKnow HuweH,Hand UNoHnngtoo muchng and upon these all other precepts depend. Plutarch fa 4 A A . . G, It is indeed a desirable thing to be well descended but the glory belongs to our ancestors Plutarch F v -ff. gil-' FROM THE HEADMASTER'S vii'- M My fellow Georgians, As I write this, my first message to the yearbook, it is February, and still snowing. Several weeks after the disastrous freeze-up in the See House on Founder's Day Weekend, we are still awaiting the installation of new radiators. My office seemed to get the worst of it, with all six radiators cracked and considerable water damage to the floor and wood panelling. Father Scott, whose office remained imscathed, insists that there is a message in this. I prefer to believe, however, that these trials are sent to make life more interesting. This is our fifteenth year, and our eleventh yearbook. The latter makes a fine record indeed of the events of the year. l find in all this, I am grateful to be able to say, many constants, the STUDY most important of which I believe to be that intimacy and sense of family which has characterized the school since its beginning. Many boys have passed through our classes, our teams, and our clubs and societies on their way to higher learning, and still the place remains not his school , or their school , but our school . We are all involved together in the process of learning, and so long as we are ever mindful of the responsibilities we bear, each of us to every other member of our school family, we shall move forward as we ought. With my best wishes for a bright future for each and every one of you. Yours sincerely, J .D. Allen 0 I FROM THE JUNIOR SCHOOL LAST WRl'I'I'l5 lllnfinl I I had entertained the fanciful notion that this year I would avoid having to wrack my mind and compete with the artistic efforts wrought by the literati of the college. Not mindful of the efficiency and strength of purpose of our staff advisor. Mr. Fulford. I omitted throughout the year to jot down those bon mots and swift repartee which are the hallmarks of talent in Saint Georges staff room. In past years thus armed with shamefully plagiarised material have I put together my annual message to the student body. I must then depend on divine inspiration or native wit to motivate this my final message 10h dear! l. My final message! Final in these circumstances is truly onomatopoeic lplease see Mr. Stevensonl. To be leaving S.G.C. after nine very happy years is tantamotmt to leaving the safety of the harbour for perilous seas. Perhaps in one year's time I should write a message to the editors from my desert island or from the New World, as the case may be. waming of the pitfalls inherent in quitting the S.G.C. security blanket. We have passed a successful and eventful year in the lower school, in the areas of academics and sports: Father Scott is back with us after his long illness. This unfortunate illness. however, brought the good fortune of Mr. 0'Meara to our doors to fill the breach. As often happens he fell victim to the Georgian syndrome and is now a fully pledged member of our staff, and a very welcome one: the usual activities have taken place with more than the usual energy, in particular the house competitions. under Mr. Dunkley's expert guidance. have been very closely contested and enjoyed by all those who took part: the assembly readings this year have again been of high standardg mention must be made of those grade four students who set such an excellent standard in the chapel with their lesson reading before the whole school - Oh for such poise! Well done all boys who have participated . I hope that you will give Dr. Barlow all the support and enthusiasm which you have given to me. I have mixed feelings about leaving St. Georges On the one hand I am excited about challenges of a new position and the opportunities of a very different environment. while on the other hand I am sad to be leaving a place which has become so much a part of my life. Leaving here of course will be an experience eventually to be faced by all of you to whom this is w1'itten, and I wonder if you will feel as I do. that despite your physical going there will be left behind a part of your spirit which, with all the others. helps make this particular plot such a delightful place. Many thanks go to all the staff. students. and parents who have helped ensure that an enormous piece of my spirit will hover forever somewhere in the See House. Au revoir tout le monde. A bientot j'espere. john 'llinscy thx-prin.l TEACHERS AND STUDENTS riff + Pi :III .-.' The year 1978 - 79 is in many ways a memorable one in the annals of St. George's College. A phone was installed in the Book Room, and Mr. Gardner's tour went to Jamaica. It is the first yealr tmder a new headmaster, and the last for the upstanding and staunch young men who constitute Algebra! With what mixed feelings indeed will we straggle forth from St. James Cathedral on that fateful June day? What will we take away with us but a few memories, a few library books, and stores of civilized and gloriously irrelevant in- formation? I like to think that we will have with us, always, the spirit of Algebra! It is this spirit that unifies us all, from the newest boy to those of whom it is whispered with awe that they have survived nine years in these hallowed halls. It is this spirit that makes us greater than the simple summation of in- dividuals: greater than the Secretary of the Student Council, greater than our track and rock star. greater even than the Head Boy, for He is but one among us. This is the spirit of Algebra, manifested by everyone, from the engineers, whose handiwork yet stands in the basement of the See House, to the philosophers, whose Ioca mathematiciu will inspire future generations of Georgians. It is my sincere hope. then, that this spirit may remain with us throughout the coming years to guide our cotuse, to influence our political opinions and executive decisions. and to lead us to inevitable success. ,. ag .it -f -4-. 1: :sei GRADE THIRTEEN X 4 i s li .4- 42 ,sh V I if-5 3. .sq . I, . rf. ' In . P X' ' -I X tn 11 '11 P. Jennings, Algebra Rep. Is it the purpose of higher education to instil within the students a subject A V based on a set of abstract and impractical principles? Surely it is not. The boys graduating from that exercise in obscurity lreferring to Algebra of coursel are no j ' H more prepared to meet the challenges of the real world than they are honest s enough to give an accurate evaluation of their seemingly limited prospects. But all is not lost for this year's grade 13 graduating class. Yes, there were some who dared to break away from the norm, to stand up to the forces of t.he mathematical establishment and go beyond the fruitless nonsensical idealogies so cherished -by 3, 1 the so-called Algebra Aristocracy. ' A I speak of the dedicated, hard-working intellectuals who, under the enlightened leadership of Mr. Wilson, have devoted much of their energies to the pursuit of n knowledge and the study of their beloved Geography. Sure, everyone knows that the ability to work with numbers is as important to the geographer as it is the mathematician but geography is more than this. It is the application of those numbers, the interpretation of integration, the manipulation of multiplication: itis digets with direction. Not only is Geography the keystone to the understanding of the world around us, but it is now the lifeline and salvation of the graduating class. How many lonely hours have these persevering young gentlemen labored in the semidarkness of room 9, and yet brought forth so much brilliance? How many cheap easy marks have they sacrificed by choosing the rockier and more daring fork in the academic pathway? , , When the Georgian community focuses its attention on the front rows of auditorium at St. James Cathedral in June, it will be gazing with admiration respect upon the tightly-knit elite group of individuals representing some of the f - greatest geographical minds yet to be seen. Upon closer examination they will also notice disproportionately large number of empty seats. You see, it is not entirely inconceivable that the remainder of the graduating class would be so geographically inept that they would be unable to locate St. James Cathedral. So march forth trimnphantly, you brave geographers, for though you are different, you are individuals not afraid to be counted. ' - Eric Fergusson, Geography Rep of win. 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I N Y . lim Lainskail John Lundon .. ff, g2.xlI2Q.r iv.'l..2'i -- Y W . AN --R yt B- azkixvitvff' - ,nf 1 ' ' 5 I john Darrigo -1. +. 1.1 .fd ff w. -L X.. -. ?-in 11' 'J 1 B.- :.. .-L.-.V ' vw-.2 rv -X -ne 71 'I ,IA R FJYEX. ax, Q 1- A 'vb Q' ' Pj., W uf ' N . gs: .gea- .. -MA --.., .H . VX- f w-Q ' 545, E.. 1 9' fa, x z Si I-5 CQ. 'E A YL 'i I 3 :il Nj! U 4 +2 4-5 4 it' , -. Peter Butler , . I I A. , 1 -:Q . ,-'-, v. v' ,'v George Flmt- ,,o Y, V- I ' , A 1 F Li r, ' J. - I' . 'W 9 ..-K p ' A Y ' f xv ' v 1 lv K 5 U 5 - - If F 5 CW A' 7 -Q 4 X -X l , Xu J, - ? . John Millen lin Wilks EEZ! frm ' .,'....----1--- lf I Q . 25 PRN .- 57 , i wir Q 's 'R we xx 4' , w1 n'.v' . Qhg 4- ,yn 1-. V-Hi Xt BACK ROW: Peter Crossman. Richard Stewart, John Northcott. Leo Delelis. FOURTH ROW: Peter Hughes. William Dafoe. MIDDLE ROW: Rob Beaumont, Mark Worrall, Rob Evans. Bryan Campbell, Scott Roos. SECOND ROW: john Ball. Mike Cirha. Dave Davies. Geoff Bernardo. FRONT ROW: Rob Secor. lan Schenkel. Geoff Morphy. Mark Auld. Ed Bechard. ABSENT: Raymond Dames. Peter Nigoghossian. Andrew Podnieks. Ed jarjour. I . 'N fit I' 14,4 4 , 1,1 , 4' U W The class of Twelve-One is one of those rare groupings of many different people and philosophies. And it is the unsuitability of personality and thought that yields the most hilarious experiences. Pranksters all, we enjoy a playful dig at each other's weak points. Some are even quite belligerent. Rob Evans' careful compliments about Davies' personal hygiene and immaculate dress are incisive, and Schenkel's kind salutations to the deviants, Dames and Nigoghossian, echo in each class. Others are more subtle and refined, however. Dick Stewart and John Northcott frolic to and fro their heated banter. We are proud of what we are and of those we associate with. We share the glory of our comrades' successes and stiffer their losses. Georgians we are and will be. ever deserving of that fine honour. David Davies ' .......- Q I L 1 'M .. '!'-..'1! A 3 1, l l w i , 1 f x 'Y-- ' I. TWELVE-CNE M E' Su' FRONT ROW: Pat Blu-ka Lindsay Smith Tom Moog Dave Hilliker ,lock Mac Lachlan TWEL E-TWO v2'!' 4 MIDDLE ROW: Mark Heisey. Chris Winship. Rob Shuttle. Jim Belch, Rob Nldllelland. gk 9 4 ww N .L ' , BACK ROW: Doug Chaddock Gary Davidson Dan Hicks Paul Mazze John Ska:-y q' 1 'Land ,. ' Q , 1-. Q., ie'-. .I .- J Our class enjoys all sorts of activities. At times school becomes humdrum. but we make up for this by increasing the potential of otu' vigorous. intense, social lives. In fact, every moment of the weekend is used to fulfill our social needs. The marks of our class are moderate. Cheers to all from l2 - 2. jock lx'lill'Lill'lIlilIl. s ' 4 . !- f - J 'Lili 39' T In 3. ELEVE -0 E vs' N .ef I is Q :Q il I1 Q0 13 ISMIN NNW: lmumrd Bnssclmrl. ,lame-s TVlm'l,are'n. Chris Dowd. Nong jones. Nun Wvrda. W il3N'l'll NNW: Mike- f:lH'lII'illH'. K4-vin Brmlsham', Camry Murphy. Brian Angus. Patrick Bailliv. 'l'lIllilJ NNW: ,-Krlllur kl'llIl1'4lQ, lfram-r Morrison, Amlrow Nomar. Curvy Glynn. lun Carnplwll. Slfill UNI? NNW: nfiilll Vrulmin, ,Iuhn liulilho. l lNS'l' Nl NK 1 jzuuin- Milklllil. Hum lllnkiv. J.-ff fhvllilrzlld. Clmrlvs Armrlmii. XISSI-lN'I': .Mlllrm-xx 'l'ruaIvr. xxilflll' Sink:-5. Hill Ulu What makes Eleven-One special? I hznen't u 1-Inv, Nluny people have told us many times that we are speeiul, or, -honltl I -ui. dil- ferent. However. no one has endeavoured lu tell n- why . -o perlmp- in the course of this rather brief exposition I might -tnmhlv m'ro-- -onu- explanation, Our class has remained mostly the -time -im-v grade -4-wn. when Mr. Birkett tried to harness ns into Georgian- . XX In-rv xwn- wt-1' For the most part everyone was new to the prixute -vltool gunie. hut the results of strict discipline are now exident. ll -up at- tt lir-t-floor locker is found upside-down. door facing the wall on the -4-rond floor. and as a piece of Nlr. D'Arey 's chalk explode- again-t the lnmrd.t The next few years were turbulent as we annihilated Iwo math teachers, lboth vowed never to teach ur- again and one I--eapvd to New Guinea! and learned a three-year geography 4-our-e in fin- months of classes. These. for sure, are major event- in the mutnring of Eleven-One. But what makes us 'spec-iuI .' ll -ay tt- Hill 'Bill-ie' Clarke loses his neck to the grip of Kevin 'Shah' Brutl-Ilan-.I I,et n- take a seene in a elass during the returning of test- tfor whit h we have won some aecIaim.l After a line of marks of 'J-I. 80, BU. TB, Wo, 80. sighs and murmurs arise from left field. Sir, what did I do urnl1g'. 'Kn vinton. 'Irn mark- at- at gilt I-n t that land 'lint Fir iii- lIl1'tlIIIt'l'4'llt't' Iwltu-e-ll lil.- ttlltl tlvnllt. if-1 illltl U H 'Xlonu with thu- I.le-wn-I Pin- tot-ulntilairy nl nine word- .ind plimw- are an-rug:-, nnirk. pt-rm-nt, what ntnnln-r',' wud jn get? In-Ip, In-rl'-I why and hu ha I In-at yn. I- thi- what nnnkv- u- dill:-rent .' 'I -.tt .1- :Xrthnr 'Floppy' lx:-nm-dy '- play pnnrh wud- Niikt- 'llnlilwr-:nun liorllrutn- flying on-r two tI:--k- and llhri- 'Iln' Iitnl-7 Howl -Innk- In-hind hi- hrieft-a-r lor -nl--ty ,I No. Init it tnwonnt- lor nnmvron- profit-ieney uwurtl ru-4-oral-. I- than what nlakv- n- dill:-ri-ntl' Kn- we diff--rent In-t'un-e we play lilly inning- nf Ira-4-hull in the- min. or i- eruly tht- wordi' Maplin- what we hun- done or nu-onipli-In-QI i- -p--vial or dille-rent l1lI'l'I'illfI. Isnt I think that tw are no more -pwuil than anyone 1-I-r I nib -nppo-ed lu di-1-mer tht- t-lai-- -pirit ol New-n-I Pne in thi- e---any liut it -eem- to 1-xi-t in what happen- tiny-to-dnt, II -any an- jenna-- -l,0lN'X4 xlt'I,tlrt'lt pulllltl- Ill1'rt'iIl'--It nlt tln- txilnltm tn ln' lvl Imvk Ill ont of the -nou.I liufvt - 'il H' .dl lx- L1 .wi 3' ni ' ..x l -. The Georgian Society is blessed with the many attributes of 11 - 2. Over the years, we have compiled a unique reputation stemming from our desire to indulge in the 'adult' activities. Therefore, our extra-curricular activities include bar-room chat. smoking and lounging. We, however, always have our homework completed: math is done in English, English is done in History, but History simply isn't done at all. Some people in 11 - 2 possess a strong interest in the well being of St. Georges college: they really do enjoy improving their smroundings in the college. Some have reconstructed their lockers to create a more homely environment. Some have gone so far as to clean and shampoo their lockers: and some were so anxious to do so that they didn 't even remove their books. Many of us are interested in other activities, such as those involving the law, fake identification and body building. Two persons even have had intimate experiences with the cotuts. and have had the privilege of pleading guilty. Body building requires a person who is devoted and artistic say the muscled enthusiasts of our class, no one has disagreed with them yet land livedl. The most distinctive feature of ll - 2 is this: it is always given the privilege of breaking in new teachers. Any teacher surviving our initial ptmishment may be considered capable of surviving anything. Chris Payne P.S. lf anybody knows the whereabouts of Sami Bazooka, please notify ll - 2. 'Snr' Am: t l .Q Q' 2: Q - l 1 E IQ G 'l ELEVE -TWC 5109 ' 5.-Jf'T s x. 5 f , . X , S , Q' L 'J-tgx . -s. . .0 A YH .A-.551 , 1 Q 4 J' A - 'M'Z'i ' 'T Q: '-15 - 'XS 'EL --sc .. xfzjpvkr K . . v. ,- 'fl5'.47t .. .' SL, ,M . V97 B.-XCR NNW: Bruce- l.mw-, jnnw- U-lwrm-. Run kk-nun. l'uuI l,vl'mn--. Xl.:--Lnr l mn'-I-1-Il -Q 'BSA A , -.QL 'HIIRID HUXM liulllibll l urgiv'l, lnlualral Xvun-ll, Us-nffre-x KQIIX, 'lf' Illl'll li-'lvllfr--4.1, 'M I N1.t'r.n1 i I SPXIUNIIlUlXK:l1I1ri-l'uxm-.li'-In-rl lx--illy. lam li--llm-. lhxnl Hull, I'-'I-'r lx-lr-Wu-n FIRST HUNXI .lv-Hn-x F--elguirk. lire-ll lwnns, l'vl:-r HMI.-r. IH-In-r Will:-r. Xmln-ws Nh TEN-CNE It is French class, and I am struggling to get to sleep. It's getting harder to sleep in class. nowadays. Every so often one gets hit by a Beattie or Batten Airlines paper airplane flight, abruptly ending its silent cruise behind Father Pegler's innocently oblivious back. B and B airlines are more mature this year than last. They no longer put their names on every flight as they used to do. and they use only the highest quality folding paper lGardener Tours Brochuresl. If I fall asleep, some tu'chin might grab my books or my shoes and pass them along the floor to the farthest corners of the room. Something is always being circulated - Gym bags, Gym clothes. Texts. Tests. Notebooks, Blazers. Underwear - but usually shoes. If I fall asleep I might miss the latest antics by superstar Charlie McCormic, who has the unique ability of driving teachers into throwing water at him and kicking over desks. I might miss Scott Burk's daily stupid question lQuote - Sir, name me just ONE thing that lives in the Sea - from a recent Biology classi. What do I dream of during my scolastic slumbers? Often, I go over fond memories of the English assignments I toiled over for lVIr. Mainprize two months ago land haven 't seen since. Will they ever be marked? Can Mr. Mainprize remember back that far back?l. Sometimes I dream of being like Dave Camken. He's so masculine! Y - He never comes to French class. because he's too smart lmuffled chokel. Or I dream of swimming like a Fish lScott Daly, in other wordsl, But mostly I dream of the bell ringing. When it rings the class will start shouting C'est dommage! 1Remember, it's still French class! which they did when Fr. Pegler first walked in. and then the inane and savage chanting of Me-te-se, NOUS, VOUS. le-la-les, lui- leur, Y, EN! I I will break out in the ranks of the 110 - ll students. This is the order of French Object Pronouns before the verb, but we don 't known that. We just dig the beat. And so, l fall asleep. llaul G. 'Fill l 41 h F 'i' OK yo BACK ROV : llruu- Alu-xamlur, Jann-N l,al nn-l. Carlo lrl'inne', llmid lfnnllu-n. l'll 'l'll NNW: l'1-I--r xllllhblly. Mllmly llinm--, limi- lxnnlu-rg. F1 ll Ii'I'Il ll! NX 1 Fruit llurk. jurl ll-vu-lie-Isl. lam llml--r llllllll llllll: llnln-rl xlllvlll. l'uuI lull. l'.ml ll:-.nlll-'. N'-all Il.uIx Hl4,i.1lNllllUXX1l.mI lXl'l'll, Null-'Im Lulu-rxu-ll. hula-N lwlx. lf.-ull lknll. 11 l'llUN'l' HUXX 3 lilmrlv- Nlrlurllairk. Al:vllllFl.ul1-rl., Nh-pl:--n C r--mv. Xl.1Ixlwu 1 I.nl. L w TE -TWO My 'Q ix 'AF-1' ,ya exe' 'NX BACK ROW: Stanely Janecek. Miles Rideout. Chris Whitney. Chuck Northcott, David Joy. C. Edwards. THIRD ROW: David Pitman. Doug North, Kevin Wiseman. Mark VanGinkel. Chris Crassweller. SECUND ROW: Lee Weston. Kent Paisley. john Edwards. Lauris Yorgason. David Muir. John Labatt. FRONT ROW: Steve Mtudoch, Doug Smith. Richard Taylor. Blake Jacobs. Gordon Baird. Hugh Brown. . rg -t 7 n -4 uv' -. 'f. .,,. n..- -Pr- 14? 7' ' 1:53 ., . '-. ,X . . r K The sun has risen over St. Georges College. and as the white stone is illuminated with a ruddy glow, another day in the life of 10 - 2 begins. As our home room master is Mr. Gardner. science period seems to be the logical place to start. As roll call proceeds. the majority of the 1 class is congregated around our form 's science club. in which everything from reptiles and amphibians to pet P rocks and crumpled paper is carefully nurtured and cared .Qt for. During the feeding time a variety of delights usually my L- N r takes place. led by Pitman 's Crusaders. Such sideshows range from the pickling of leopard frogs in beakers and duels between hermit crabs and lizards. to the 10 - 22's E' Piece de Resistance . the plaguing of our mascot. the Marine Toad, with the unique Pitman Water 'I'orttu'e. Science often begins with Nlr. Gardner demonstrating his flair for punmanship. After such boisterous humour as Why can 't you starve on the beach '.' Because of the sandwich is there! the Science class then proceeds. taking into account several pauses to ponder over We-ston's unamswerahle and illogical questions. and corrections from Brown. the pyramid-powered person. 'l'lie morning proceeds with each class bringing new as horizons. In the shuffle between classes I spot Nlilcs Ilideout thoroughly beating Paisley lalias Slimsl about the shoulders with a rubber shark. Relatively normal behaviour, I suppose. Eventually, French class appears in the distance. Excellent, Friend. As it progresses I become aware of Gordon Baird lalias Herculesl attacking his head with his fingers: it's called hair, Gordon. Math passes uneventfully. aside from the liev. ,Ianecek lwho is endeavouring to erect his own chapel from an assortment of kneelers and hynm booksl making a few facial distortions, the then North, the infamous lizard abductor, letting loose another ear- piercing giggle. English could be classed no less eventful than any of the aforementioned periods. We may be treated to the daily spectacle of a Jacobs - Yorgason Face-off g we are patiently waiting for Jacobs to Go through a wall. Latin is the one period where a change of pace comes, as half the class is swallowed up by Geography. Geography, eh? Yup. During Latin we find Shades Whitney considering the purpose of life. Or is he asleep? Never can tell. All normal human beings need sustenance if they are to survive. But then again. so does I0 - 2. Across the lunch table from me, I spy Paisley rapidly consuming foodg some of it even reaches his mouth. With only two periods left to go. the class spirit noticeably brightens, until History. I listen to the droning of both Yorgason, our candidate for prime minister, and Chris Edwards, our accomplished composer of class anthems, who is frequently mistaken for a redwood tree. Finally our exhausted class is allowed to let off steam in the gymnasium, where all sorts of fum things happen. Leaping across the mats in an epileptic fashion are Eugene Edward and Doug Smith. our class gymnastic champions. and our economy and compact models respectively. Not to mention ,lim Ovendon straining under the weight of 5000 tons lor so he's told usl. ye .7- td-5 4 s il Q One might suspect that when the final bell rings at 2:40. the day is relatiyely finished. Not sof .-is Cleopatra once said. We haye only jltsl begun I 4 Pr did she? Well. no matter. scarcely an afternoon passe- without the science room filled lu capacity. Hier the -lin of Crassweller pathetically sobbing about the untimely demise of his red-tailed shark. and Ritchie 'l'ayIor recounting his family's experience with electrocution and Scarborough ttutdra. the hammering on a lizard box by David ,loy becomes audible. As I beat a hasty retreat. I catch a final glimpse of Stephan Nlurdoch piloting his terrapin through air at the speed nf light and Kevin Wiseman experimenting hon far tree-frogs can fall without collecting workman's compensation: and ,Ieffery Mock, yyho in his efferyescent nay kindly tells Sir that his slip is showing. lillilI'lt'N Nnrlltc-'ll N 'I ., Q 't 91. 'F '4 -5751 B42 at JS L1 BACK ROW: Mike Borsch. Pat Hawkins, Ian Crassweller, Peter Cork, Brent Routledge. Anthony Gray. FOURTH ROW: David Batten. David Gordon. Tom Belch. Andrew LeFeuvre. THIRD ROW: Fraser Clokie. Mike Kostiuk. john Gare. Robert Anthony. Andrew Abouchar. SECOND ROW: james Brebner. Martin Day, Bill Jaukes. Andrew Pape. FIRST ROW: Tim Jewell. Andre Czeglecly-Nagy. john Cnnfurzi. Chris Golding. David Burrows ABSENT: Paul Newell. NINE-0 E I U ,- vi v nu-9-1 'I I K I'w niudv it through the crmulvd halls: I say In-llu to ,Ie-we-ll. I Iumhlv with my lm-lu-r duur And gvt my hunks fur smimnl. 'I'mluy.'. I sup. I will write' llmsn All lllzll huppvns In-rv. And itk llwn I wi- Cork pointing To am ulvjvvl in tliv air. It's an Iiirclf It's an plum' I Uh. sorry. Iulks. ,XA It's Golding may up tln-rv. ' Sent ulnfl Ivy Num- VIZISSHIZIIQ' HP fliva vu-miuniy furv. I nuilu- my may lu W ilmnk rumnu. Uri-1-tim: UF I go. Burfvli. .Xnlhuny. lim-gl-wly-Nagy. .Xml ullwrw XKIIHIII I lilluw. I'm zimu-ml Ivy Ilailh-n's untim As lie' ryxw- 'rnuml IIN' vlan. I milk up lu lln- in-zirvst cle-wk .Xml Nil llfllvll my vhalir. 'liliw - :ilu nl' I,lll'u' SIKQNLIIIQPI' lun' :ls All il NIIUVIK. 1 If . I X l'uln- -- :mal nn vuvll Inu! X .IJIII Nair W :Irs sm-k. K ilmn lln-n mriwp ftrulling in. . I v willing faulc-5 amzly. I .ly In-llu uml llwn iw slurl .I lir-I vlan uf llw mlm. Umm- Iiurilml NINE-TWO We are proud of our class because it is very diversified in its activities. We are not ashamed of our reputation as a lively group. In fact, we are learning to control our passion for chalk fights, tie duels, etc. lbut we wonder if the masters know the reason why 9 - 2 boys are sometimes on all fours when they arrive on the scenel. We have, though, put behind us last year's nonsense of eleven in the hall at once. It is a good thing we have sports to channel our energies! We have many representatives from 9 - 2 on school teams. There are hockey stars like Hugh Phillips, basketball aces like Stephen McMath, slalom skiers like Kevin Smith, and soccer whizes like Tony Wilson. To balance our muscle men, 9 - 2 excels in the arts. It abounds in good actors like Kevin McCullum, debators like Graham Morphy, choristers like David Woolcombe, etc. Our class scientist is Allan Howard, while our whiz in quick mathematics is William Walters. There are many great personalities in our class. A few of them are Andrew Knight, who is om' specialist in Boeing 747's, Jeff Stuart, who we can lean on for that extra quarter l?l, and last but not least we have the Great Jamie MacPherson, the teacher's dilemma! These are just a few of the twenty-five great individuals that make up the rambunctious 9 - 2. lDon't give up on us Mr. Walker!! A. Merrick l,,,,,..,-no-'-'- if-lfi .-.,,-, 52 , iii.:-, ,1 '- if - -they., -4 -iff? V ,- 5 .1 ls l 3. Q T ln 1... '? nv OG JL BACK ROW: Kevin Smith. Kevin McCnllum, Stephen Armos. FOURTH ROW: Scott Lewis, Andrew Gricw. james Ma1'l'ln-rsun. Juimia- Oilln-rl. THIRD ROW: Ste-pllvn Nlcfxlzllll. Anllmny W ilwn. .'xIllll'4'lS lingvrs, Amlra-n XX ullu-r. Xmlre-xx lxnigh , ...Q l. SECOND ROW: Tllllllllly xxvillhtlll, Tlmnmam l ug4lvn. Miclun-l N11'liI'lllll. llriv l'ringln-. Xmln-xx Nl.-rrivk. Urns-m Morrison. FRONT HOW: William Wallvra, ,leffrvy Stuart. Grnllann Nlorpliy. lluxiul lMml:-urnlw. Xlil-lun-I XX ynn. ABSENT: Allan Hnward. Hugh Phillips. 1' lllilfng '- k - . ,.A..-...-P -':'j ' 111' EIGHT At the onset of our history. we were supposedly the worst class about having locker problems. Forget was good at this. He had so many locker problems that M.r. Tansey denied him locker privileges. He had to carry around his belongings in his knapsack and a great big green garbage bag. Another g-u-yu had to do this also. Forget was also good at losing books. If he ever found them. they were either in a nearby garbage can or out in the snow. One day our class went on an outing in the Science Centre. Forget somehow took the wrong bus and didn 't get home till twenty to seven. In our class there is a basic division: those who like to indulge in sporting activities and those who like to study. Shoot is a class-A person. One day in history. Shoot was shooting paper clips lnaughty boy! I. Our teacher wanted to know who it was and began checking several people. He got to Shoot and found a -OE pocketfull of paper clips. Shoots reply was, I collect them. Sir. Teacher let him off. One day in math somebody burped. lVlr. Armitage inquired. When he found out who it was, he said. Your work hasn't been very good this week. You haven 't put up yolu' hand and all you do is burp! Another day in math class Monsieur was caught talking when he wasn't supposed to be. lVIr Armitage asked what he was saying. Monsieur's reply was. I was just telling that Max was here . M.r. Ar- mitage told Monsieur that he didn 't have to tell -- that Max had arrived. He asked --- if he knew when Max arrived. --- replied Yes sahl He comes on Monday. Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. For more information see French Book 1, Chapter 2, page ll. Our history continues. Lester Haraki 36 wwe. s.r Q 0 .JL 'fl JS 41? -aw- l L BACK RUW: George llodjera. 'llim llenshaw. Stewart lstxan. llanl lhlrrigo. Paul Hawkins. Fill lllll llUW: liivharul liarlnaru. Ste-plwn Holton. W illium lla-nry. ,luiniie llicks. liulin Hogg. 'l'lIllilJ KUW: lx:-xin Halen. lv-nl lin-altie. Ste-xi-n llrmxlwll. llongull lionlun. Sh-plu-n BQ-lvln. l Sl-1411 FND R1 IW: linger llullvll. 'll-ml lin-zinu, llio Xlavliiffill. Nlairk Clarke. l' llihl lil PW 2 frrau-Inv l'.gnn. lrslvr lllrulu. Xmlra-xx lfrn-rnr. .lily ,lau'olrs. XliSl'iN'l': lilmrlvs Xlugyznr. llurly Xlm-lx:-nun. S-1 'D- X I Razz: 'E G x Hy' , .V .,.,- -.V I- , f ',, 'Y Y 1' ,1,,,,.,w,4f ,1 . 1: 1 f a we ew V A V K il 'T 4 vb ' .3 V , .72 .. +1f.gf- Q' ' f A V ,ci ' V . , ' fi A 5 af' ' A 'V 5 ,, W' WEA, Ve :Qi - 5 ,, 2 , . ' ' ., , a'?G26zs.eVV . 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Ted Sanky. Mark Overbury. FIFTH ROW: Darryl Kereluik. Andrew Swenden. Scott Lambert. FOURTH ROW: John Murray, ,lames Thompson. Nick Norman. Nigel White. THIRD ROW: Damien Maundcote- Carter. Brian Lomax. Alexi Marcilio. Chris Weymouth. David Nieols. SECOND ROW: Chris Pelz, Toomas Palo, David Tanovich. FRONT ROW: Drew Fialia. David Turner, Jeff Rusica, Mike Valentine, Andrew Pace. ABSENT: Micheil Russell. mug l, being of insane mind and exhausted body have compiled a list of the most outstanding members of my class. ln doing so. l am walking on thin ice, so I have not used names. 8 - Il is divided into two classes of people, the satirists and critics. and the subjects of criticism. The most interesting person in the first group I will call Mimic . Mimic spends his days secretly watching and recording every habit. facial expression. walk and speech pattern of each teacher he sees. Mimic presents his imitations in front of groups all through the school and many teachers become paranoid everytime Mimic's eyes fall on him. The grade 8 - 2 math teacher split his hide laughing when he saw the imitation of himself. and the science teacher put on his usual passive half-smile when he saw the imitation of himself and l'm sure he frantically' tried to think of ways to get rid of him. Another member of the first group is java. who spends most of his time inventing noises, particularly to do with war. It seems that Java spends all his time perfecting these somewhat infantile sounds, and many a teacher has been verbally machine-gunned by him. Java has an irritating habit of continually pushing the hair out of his eyes and I think he has worn a full centimetre off his forehead. Q 3 1' 3 T.C.O. becomes disturbed quite often. and he usually throws a loud tantrum. including stomping up and down. that becomes a Li year old child deprived of his rattle. NY hen 'l'.lI.t l. is able to control himself, he puts on a look of despair and raises his arms in a gesture of totally over-dramatic displeasure. 'l'.C.U. eyen went as far as doing this on national teleyision lThe Quiz Kids! because he fell short of his prize. but they gave it to him anyys ay jttsl lo shut him up. An interesting member of the class who is in between the two groups has been named Saint . Saint has been gixen this name because he has a distinct tendency to feel deeply sorry for the subjects of criticism. Saint has a habit of talking like a child in ltls lighter moods. so l often wonder whether he is hall the age he says he is. liocko is the name of the person in the class who can barely withstand the pain nf biting into marshmelloyw. l believe he only eats smoothy peanut butter liecattse ltr - afraid that that crunchy peanut butter will put him in the ltospilatl. What an interesting collection of lieorgians. .l. Nlurray BACK ROW: jeremy Wedgewood. Anthony Culverwell. George Scarbek-Borowski, Rob Jull. FOURTH ROW: David Stacey. Peter Bond. Carl Schulz, Chris Lynch. James Moore. THIRD ROW: Alastair Mitchell. Paul johnson. Scott Merrick. George Panos. Nicholas Marcilio. SECOND ROW: Daniel Silver. Liam Ball. Mark Wang. Eric Sharf. Chris Osborne, john Brezina. FRONT ROW: William McCausland. Paul Shirer. Mathew Schneider. Rupert Hon. Jeremy Tindall. ABSENT: ,lohn Magyar. WANG OUT THE WINDOW! T - S had just come up from the locker room when Panos started dumping desks of books. Wang and I went up to the chalkboard and started drawing pictures of Mr. Stevenson with fangs. Panos yelled. Hey everybody. let throw McCausland out the window! We all agreed, but at the last moment before he was tossed out. lVloo Nloo said, lVlcCausy is no fun. Let's throw Wang out the win- dow! H After a struggle we succeeded in getting Wang out. and then locked the windows. Wang went down the fire escape. ,lust then Mr. Clayton walked in and told everyone to sit down. Wang walked into the room and Mr. Clayton asked him. Where were you? NX aug explained. Well sir, exeryoue threw me out the win' dow. We burst into a fury of laughter. Mr. Clayton said, You should hate thought up a better excuse. You hate a d.l. tonight. john Maggy ar 'Q - 4 -17 --5' 4, 1 '7-fi -7-vi, 'R Q. - 321 2 Q, , ave ' I ZL ws' 1 + nuff, ag- -1 ,f .wifi x 15 -'Q : uv V-,t ,. it . f f- f -it P si: ' at Ege f ' ' 'Wm 5:55 if 4 I-ls, 1, . GRADE EVE - ili- '1--, 5'6-Q T AX At: i - - rr h 'N -'Z' .2 19' , Q-:'.':.. .L-9' BACK ROW: Ian Edward. Chris Gilbert. FOURTH ROW: Alex Fogden. Jeremy Graham, Paul Clark. Dana Crang, James Allodi, THIRD ROW: Peier Allison. Nicholas Gough. jonathan Burnside. David Dembroski. Peter Bird. Nicholas De Pencier. SECOND ROW: Fred Fruehauf. Victor Freiberg. John Brezina. John Maclnlosh. Brian Chose. FIRST ROW: Chris Bramble. Gregor Gilbert, Tony Hanley. David John Clyde, Mark Halyk, Peter Cameron. ABSENT: Michael Gare. I, f x QQ. . rv '---.., GRADE SEVEN- .-ng.: D -P' ..n.., Ep ut Non al. Dr. Burlcm una strivl. when sw xwnl to ha-cl he wuulchft lvl us talk or put nur Ilvlllls up. Uno night wv un-rv all laughing while' Dr. Harlem was ull the- phnm- and thvu suddvnly it nu, sih-ul. But Gare- nuuh- u funny nniw and ewryunv hursl out laughing. llr. Barlow mum- into thv mum und denmmlvd ln kums who uuuh- thn- nuisc. llc said that lhv In-rmn haul fifllxvll svvulllla In :mn up or vlsvf Su Gan' xwul mn-r lu Dr. Hurlmx amd Dr. B. luhl him tu gn thHSIlNl4liI . lfxvrymn- liste-lu-sl auul lhvu an hit vcllm-ml through lhn- huihliug. Xf- tvrwurds Uurv run up-lain auul juullwd into ha-ml auul frum lha-u un il was silvlll. -.1-n as 5 ll GRADE SIX BACK ROW: David Hind-Smith, Kevin Healer. FOURTH ROW: Peter Stevenson. Duncan Fells. Piers Steel. Glen Chow, Charles Robertson. Blake Macaskill. THIRD ROW: Stephen Beatty, Tom Kerr, Jason Shirriff. Alastair McCully Cedric Lam. SECOND ROW: Frank Hassard. George Crabbe, Derek Archibald, David Direnfeld, Rohan Nicholls. Peter Smith. FIRST ROW: ,lean-Paul Boyd. Christian Hoffman, Tim Verbic. Nicholas Golding. Andrew Drillis, Doug Plaxton. 1,.,ppywn-one or--1'-' l lt was 8:30 when l got to school. l was down in the loeker room wondering when assembly would end. When it did. l ran upstairs. I heard someone say. Late again, Geordie'! . l got in the class. time for work. l thought. Two minutes have passed, Dr. Barlow should he in any second. and in school, every second is valuable time. Dr. Barlow just stepped in, and already 10 hands are up. People are asking about pencils, pens, books. homework, und poor Dr. Barlow has a hard enough time without pestering. l stare into space wondering what will happen k next. when we get our lest papers back. Une person passed. well at least the test was grade 0 stuff. The hell should ring any second now. 5-4-3-12-l-thI-2-3--lr-5 set-onds late. but at least it rang. Into math. Mr. Smith asks how' many pages of math we had for homework, and we said ' none. Poor Mr. Smith, but as you know all good tn-at-hers l have their ups and downs. l Q o. tzmbbe , TQWQ. , M..- - Vu MMVI-INll1N'l'S IN 'l'llll lbilllx People walk slowly into the room lm-lint: around lor in salt- plan- to -it or l-une their belongings. Suddenly, without warning, pr-ople -wurim-tl in ripping ls-ol.-. hitting, pnnrhing. StTl'ilI1llIILf. They vunu- in like -mug---. hitting wln.u--wr th--t voultl get at. hut not knowing what they hit for the darkm-s-. l'hi- w-'ut on l--r how long l will new-r know. -X flashlight 1-:nuv on lvliutliug 1-xt-rxlf--.lx who at shone on. ll still welll on ln-vutl-v ilu- llatsltlight roulul not V1lll'fl'Xl'fXllllIl2 lw-' flashlights we-nt on. then three. lt wus muh-r 1---utr--l. ll--In-img sigh- --l gl.ulu'--- could be ln-ard from all point-. l'.-oplv -toml up .mtl look---l .nt what wa- Ill--ll ln-longings. Bunk- were torn and watt--rv-ml in ull -lin-1 tions. l'--1-ple hurt. things snlalslu-tl. lfxvn now tlwn' urn- srnrs lr:-nl tlmt mlm. l ---ulll not numguu- in -ul li .1 plum' in suvh a time with sua-ll people. ex e . -A .- . fll 3 f-- M253 5 f vm... Q h -... 4 . .Aff AN' I'- N518 -5 pm N.. ,J ,xl Mfg: 3 X W 5 x 'au . N - age, -v- fgggja-eafr,., -- - -fr' L-use ,' 'QA A141 BACK ROW: Tim Walters, Peter Istvan, Steven Henshaw. FOURTH ROW: Johy Freyman, Mike Woollcombe. Pat Rea, Doug Cornwall. THIRD ROW: Andrew Montgomery. Geoff White, David Hewlett, Stephen Jones, Mike Rutherford. SECOND ROW: John Sayers, David Allison. Craig Loudon, Roger White, Stephen Johnson. Mike Grasley. FRONT ROW: Andrew Gorman. Mike Henry. Jonathan Wheeler, Neil MacDonald, William Tinmouth, Galen Ash. ABSENT: Kyle Thompson. n -5,45 X .3 4. A4 GRADE FIVE 'X -1 - I 4 in ' lfyerybody like- ln ilrzm, not only in url clzi--. but in l n-nch Cla-- too. Maybe there'- a mi-take in the time-table. V e like lu druis everyday. when Mr. Birkett i- writing on the board he ha- hi- back to the clasa. so we can get anuy with drawing llto-l nl the time. but tttlilt' often another ma-ter enter- the room uhile eu-ryone i- bu-y. drawing pictures. We all slip them into our de-k- and -tand up. 'l'hen a- -oon as the master leave-, we -tart drawing again. Drawing in French cla-- i- a lot ol hui. bitt thc trouble come- eu-ry Thursday' afternoon. By' the time ne mu-t gn lu art clu-- yu-'ye run ottt of ideas and wt-'re tired uf drawing. XM- haw lu think ol neu ideas before we can start. Our first class is Math. taken by Nlr. Smith. lli- hobby i- thr-ming plastic hockey pucks and giying D.'l'.'-. Then we han- him again in Social Studies. Mr. Smithk main problem i- getting ull topic. Nun we're in French class. taken by Nlr. Birkett. lle'- another oil topic teacher. Yesterday we were learning about llomc. today su-'re learning about the school's history. Non ue're in llngli-h. taken by Nlr. Fullord. His hobbies are operating with hockey -tick- and gixing D's. Now we're in Science lllr. Barlow I. lle'- the be-t teacher to get mad. He's very' tmobserx ant. l can it -ay what me and -om.-one el-e do all through class. because then he-'d be -ure to catch u-. We have games now, taken by Mr. lltuikley. La-t lime me had games Nlr. Dunkley' made some bad call-. -o three uf the lour hou-e- put up signs and started cheer- saying. nlluo. Mr. llnnkley and Bad calls. All in all he faxour- York. We haxe -ome other teacher- too. Nl. lbootlt'on1l.M' N. Macllonald S all - A GRADE FOUR eW'e BACK Row: Gareth Edward, David Baldwin, Alexis Carty, Ashley Nicholls. THIRD ROW: Mark Fowler. Chris Bull. Jon Hames, John fin., F35 Woolsey. Paul Duchart. SECOND ROW: Victor Mehra, Tommey Clandinin. Ashley Chow. Blakeney Brown, Robert Harrison. FRONT ROW: Nick Rodomar. Chris Harper, Kory Thompson, Adrian Melnick, David Clmnington. Thomas MacKay. if 'A eil' I 1.5 . Q 335.14 . -u.'?tf 3: 4... When I had my tour of Saint Georges College. lVIr. Tansey took my mother and me around the school. When he took us up to the Grade Four Room. they had just finished getting dressed. and lVIr. Tansey said we should have come up sooner. -- - Then everybody laughed and laughed. We went back to his office and talked. He told me that when we were bad. we got six waeks with a running shoe from Mr. Baxter. Or. if we were really bad, we got the cane from Mr. Allen or Mr. 'I'ansey. On the way home in the ear. I kept saying to niy Mom that I didn 't know whether I wanted to go to S.G.C. because I was scared I'd get the vane. But it has turned out to he a great school because I have lots of friends. and l know lots of people. Robert Harrison ll iN1liHil'llIl lu my why nur plmlngrupln-rx Ink.- xuvh lvrrilvla- pivlnlrv- of Grade- Four-. l'e-rl1up- il ix bt'l'Llll'l'1lfllll'iI' Nim-. il In-ing 1-min-r lu fuvu- llllllll large' thingy lllun upun small thing-. Ur pvrlmp- il is because of their vxu-as of IIUFWIIIS 4-xwrgy. I'llill!ift lillLf im-If pvr- petuully in laura-ly pe-rwplilxlv lXNil1'llillLZ. wlldll'XQ'f lhv rvuqm. ln- cunlvnl. Ne-xl ye-nr uh.-5 will ln- lrraula- hw-, Nu will 1-un stare- ul lln-m lln-n. ml 4 fx r 'Q of' l'Y 4 --L Th 'YU' ' wx. 5 li ff, Y f- .0 I 4 4 THE STAFF Nha. 1N0, Sir, I'm 493 X JV J! f jk, I' MJ. Birkvl 'YL-fA4,z 4, T4 Q-if xy gf Nlr. Mannion munlikvmm Nlr B lrlms 1thut's IJUCTUH Barlmsb YPL 'SW 55-an. if , 5 ..z- -- - ., , ,., 'Q-' Ii., UAL., Nlr. lxvrr 'Nlr bl ls,w,,uu N I N . bla X1 llsull it if l'm 1 nmlil 'A Q XJ' -A ry K .Z 4' T , ' , f Z ' ' ., 4, ff ' ' f vfz- 1, ' 'K am ,g , V A, 4. W VVGII? iid V-.VV rf, L mxrlff MWF' f fini-. ,AZ an 1Well I llsten to F M I wr ,va 441745. AJ vc' lg ?. I . . 1 ..-4' Mr. wr , . .bf O'Mea ll ra iand the gqysl if c 3 I Rf f --is, . 1,1 :Lf 1 .N 'S f fit 1.4 ,:-, K 'kb I x,. x 9.1: x iw 1Disc0 Doug! 'X' N .-new , ,GQ ., -wx ,wr z . x wr VI S 4,52- 5 1'Mii-A x -as NSR. 1.549 'A Fr. Scott lid ,I si wsx -x 4-.x Y v lwl 44' r ' , A .gi I .rg X , -S I 4 H ' U 0 U v .A .U IR , ,,.- 4 I I Mr. Inu- -ssr '-7, Y I 5 i 1 xx fl- '19 4: 'V-v..xq, Mr. Brill 56 Farewell To Mr. Tansey ei if , 4' Kb Q Q .aw '. W 01,if'fifm2r --'files , , Being told that one's new appointment begins on April Fool's Day is decidedly disconcerting and ominous. Nlr. Tansey faced, however, not only a new position but also one that involved the use of another language. somewhat rusty after long disuse. He leaves with our best wishes and our complete confidence in the fine job that he will do as Principal of the French School lHigh School Divisionl. Throughout the five years that he has been Principal of the Junior School. he has consistently supported the concept of collegium by expressing complete confidence in his staff's ability and listening to their advice. He has also promoted the somewhat novel idea among independent schools that the junior school is more than just a younger version of the senior school, but rather a totally different educational approach. necessitated by the different needs of the age group dealt with. Having taught at St. Georges College gives one a life membership in a very special institution and thus we rejoice that we have placed one of our members as head of another school. He remains a member of the S.G.C. family and ue look forward to seeing him at home often in the flllllfth PREFECTS BACK ROW: Nick Shilletto. Peter Gibson. Paul Lynch. Dean Turney. I-'HUNT ROW: Peter Levitt. Cam Crassvveller. Mark Hunter. llead l'refect: hric Fergnsson. lan NK ilks. Duties were a major part of being a prefect. Friday chapel service was only one such duty. Others included anything from ,ltmior Assembly to the Christmas Carol Service. Lunch time, however. became a despised time of the day if anyone was designated either to Mares 'lirayelling Delicatessen or the luxurious Dining llall. The lunch truck itself was something to be avoided. Someone. however. had to make sure that order was kept amongst the students who tested daily the strength of their intestinal system. llue to the conflicting schedules. the prefects involved in the hockey programme found themselves at ease during the winter months: hetvveen hockey games and never- ending meetings. they seemed to escape such duties. Anti-hockey prefects Wilks. Fergi and Dean lactually they didn't understand the aesthetic values of the game! ended up with the brunt of these daily tasks. February proved to be the worst month: even with the best of clothing. one seemed to stiffer from the perma-frost that set into one's body. Perhaps the vvorst days were when Nlax offered free food as compensation for all this. When not on duty or in classes. the prefects retreated to their sanctuary . commonly known as the Prefect's lioomu. The room was most likely condemned in l'Po'l. but still managed to provide many favourable benefits, despite its uninspiring appearance: every morning one could drop one 's debris neatly upon the cluttered floor: it provided a place to regenerate oneself during the morning break: the economics students could take a field trip there vvhen they decided not In go to classg one could instill llean vvithout being heard in the halls: liravy-llog could generate his moodiness there tliibson could help himl: one could enjoy sttlllt' lllllslt' from the superb stereo with one- and-a-quarter speakers. All the modern conveniences were available as well - refrigerator, stove. etc.: there vvas even a television for avvhile. but some looked llpon the Flintstones each lunch hour vvith a certain distaste. 'l'he room provided place vvhere Shilletto could practise his destructive sculpturing: it was a place vvhere various individuals could practl se their l'.l.'li. courses lltort-over, it proyitlcd t'llIlrlltyl1lt'Ill for Larleton l Xndrevv l'a -cl. our l doorman. Xlark lluntr EVENTS r ? 1 f 'R I ,JD XXX N .I XL s B 1 4 if' A I .4 A 3' in-4 J. ' I s if Lf 4' ,K I X STLlDENT'S CCUNCIL -. 1 3 Mft 11 A PRESIDENT'S REPORT I suppose that this was a disappointing year for some. We incited no flash revolutions. We did not fill the treasury to capacity. We crucified no teachers. Admittedly, such projects have, to varying degrees, been undertaken in the past and have, to varying degrees. achieved success. But the 1978-T9 Students Cotmcil turned its at- tention to other matters. matters a little more in time with the needs of the student body. Nevertheless. many will say we were doomed into failure from the beginning. Well. we didn't accomplish everything we had hoped for. but 1 Y 3.1.1. ff' lsince that is the way the Students Council usually functionsl this year was by no means a failure. Once again. our ability to think up interesting 'a-thons' and generate money was demonstrated in our United Way Campaign victory. As well. otu' dances were mostly well- attended and lit is said? interesting: along the same lines. we funded the Concert of the Cornhusks. the first of what may be a series of annual talent nights. We have also purchased a notice board for the school, to be used specifically as a means of separating House League information from the rest of the balderdash that is posted. But we did have our difficulties. Absentiism was such that. by the . nr f G0 it Y - mf ' , .pa 6 rules of the Constitution, almost the whole Students Council could have been impeached. Alexei Marcilio set a new at- tendance record with his .3I4 pct. Of those who made it to the meetings, some talked and sput- tered incessantly, and more than once had to be shut up. Others, such as my Senior Vice-President. kept falling asleep. In addition. I fotmd out early in the year that for the Council to succeed. there must be co-operation between us and those people higher up in the schools establishment. The lack of assemblies left us without a voice lso to speakl. because no matter how many notices were posted, the reps either didn 't or wouldn't pay attention to them. There were members of the council, however. who were always present and whose help proved invaluable to me. Although I would like to thank my entire executive, there is one of whom special mention must be made: Ian Wilks, my secretary, provided me with advice and support throughout the year. l would also like to thank Andrew Spears for his never-ending work on the Social Committee. And many thanks to Katie Fisher t as all of you know. the social- head of B.S.S.i'l. who proved that behind every successful man. there is a woman. Nick Shillelto NICK 5llll.l,l-Q'l l'll lI'll lQ5llJl'QN'l'l jtlklx Nl.-Xt.l.,-Xl.lll..XN ll ll.l4.-l'lllpSllJliN'l'l IAN WILK5 lSECRH'l'ARYl IL CARI KIRASSXX lil.l.l'lli l'l'ltl'Q.-Nl, lilulll CG U .-xN'l'lloxi llIltHZliS1NlllJ.XltIll-l'liI'.SIIJI'N'l'l ANIH Sl'I'lAllS 151 llllftl, lil lXINll'l l'lil'.l M Kl'll'l'll IMXVKIQS1SUt1l.Xl.tIUNlNll'l l'lil-ll .-Kli'l'lll It lxliNNl-LIN 454 ltllkl. U lNlXll'l l'Iil-'I Nlllxli liltlll.-KIKIJSUN lllll l'.-Xl I. Jl'.NNlNGS l.'Xl.lillliIiAlllil'l Xl Xlllx Xilllllt Xl. Il!-In HHH Nl.-t1l,l',l,I.tNlJ 'lilo Alt'l'lllll KENNHIH ull-ln JXNIIIQ. Iilll,NZl',l. Ill-In tjtltllv I..-l'I XXI. 'Ill-ll IJultisXlllll1lH-In lill.l..IX1QlxI.F -'v-ln lxlpk IN Xl.-tll Ill XI 1:1-Io liI'.Hli4il', llHIljI,ll X 111-li Xl.l'.Xlpl Xl'llltQIl.I4u:1-II SECRETARY'S REPGRT TREASURER'S REPORT The Students Council did much this year, not all of it good. If those of us graduating were to adhere to tradition, we should merrily cast any such gloomy thoughts, any tmfilled ambitions. any mis-achievements. to the Garbage Heap of History. Perhaps. however. we ought to give failure worth by perceiving its nature and removing its causes. for, if history does indeed repeat itself , then a few years like this one might find the Cotmcil itself cast upon the forementioned Heap. This year we frittered away S500 on an elaborate Formal Dance. The motion was lsort of I passed on March 5, with few questions asked, with little discussion. and with most of the Grade Thirteen representatives absent. The 81,400 expenditure required T0 couples to attend the Formal, that no deficit might be sustained. ,lust over half that number arrived. Why on March 5 did we not look forward and perceive the difficulties of such a precondition '? Why did we not look into past years and observe at- tendance problems that were commonly faced '.' Whatever the reasons. we did not. the motion was passed lsort ofl. and. as a result, the Students Cotmcil paid S500 for a lesson that its members should have learned in Grade One. from Elmer the Safety Elephant: look both ways before crossing. Ian Wilks This has not been one of the Treasury 's better years. We lost 3000, Left with 31.700, we leave 51.100, a 337: loss. The main reason for this deficit was, of course, the Formal. Though ex- travagent. it was ill-attended and lost over 5300. As usual. most of our income was derived from the dances: also. to the surprise of Many People. we made about N00 on the Concert of the Cornhusks. ln concluding. l would like to thank Andrew Spears for all his assistance this year. in sorting out the various social Committee expenditures and receipts. l wish next year's financiers good luck. Cam Crassweller SOCIAL COMMITTEE REPORT Yes, for all you non-socialites, we did have some dances this year. Unfortunately, too many people neglect to pay attention to the hideous posters that Andrew Spears likes to stick up all over the schoolg this is perhaps because they all lGod knows whyl end up stolen and hidden away in unknown lockers. But next time, before they disappear, try to NOTICE them, and read them - and you will realize that they are, in face ad- vertising those tremendous social occasions hosted by the St. George 's College Student's Council Social Committee. We did have some very good turnouts this year. Our first two dances were packed, and our third, due to the great number of rival attractions around Toronto that evening, was as filled as could be expected. lIt was even rumored that the famed hermit, Ian Wilks, attended it.l So, we made a profit on two and broke even on the third - quite an accomplishment con- sidering our problem with security which we have never been able to solveg the day we can get everyone out of the parking lot to PAY at the front door is the day we'll make a great deal of money. In October we presented Har- benger. If you could have seen through the fortress of equipment on our tiny stage, you would have caught a glimpse of a great band. In February St. George 's ex- perienced a new revelation in guitar squeaks and bellowing base af: X of bf' , 5, 1' xc 4. drums. To offset the drudgery of yet another dance with Abbey Road, the Lids were used as a warm-up act. They were a smash hit, climbing to success in our humble rock palace, Ketch-it-all Hall. The Lids, to the dismay of many of their fans, went com- mercial and staged the Concert of the Cornhusks in May, featuring themselves. But that old Lid magic made it an evening some people will never forget. The Formal, which took place in April, must be mentioned. This year's graduating class and many members of the staff were blissfully wined and dined at the Richardson and Lawes residences lrespec- tivelyl, and then whisked away in their cars to the Harbour Castle Hilton. There they savored an evening of spectacle - the sensual jazz of the Climax Jazz Band, the energetic rock of Caesar, and the unrestrained dancing of IVI.r. McMaster. Everyone retired to the Fergusson residence for a quiet breakfast party. Much of this year 's success must be attributed to the Chairman of the Social Committee, Andrew Spears lIt's only too bad that he can 't print or he would have told you so himselfl. But a year of social flmctions cannot be run by two lips aloneg the Committee would like to thank all of the people who helped us this year. Keith Lawes UNITED WAY REPORT Being Lnited Way represen- tatives proved a difficult chore for Mark Himter and me. Many long luncheons were we compelled to sit through. trying to ignore the buxom agro cheerleaders and sunshine girls sitting just out of hands' reach at the next table. and trying to focus our attention on the pompous speeches presented at the front of the room. But in spite of the extensive servings of Mystery Meat lmost pleasantly off-set by the courtesy barl. we did survive. But we survived only to face other difficulties. at school. lt seems that since CHUM stopped staging free concerts for the most successful money-raisers, our general concem for the un- derprivileged has subsided a little. To say the least, the United Way Drive this year lost a good deal of steam , There were. of course. exceptions: Mr. Loves class in particular became quite en- thusiastic about the campaign and lmore importantly, I suppose! was responsible for a large percentage of the school 's contribution. David Rieve spent more than a hundred hours in front of a video machine in the lower floor on the CN. tower. And as a result of the efforts of a few, we won the per capita race in the School Spirit Com- petition. and received a nice. shiny trophy to decorate the Ladies' Guild Room with. Keith Lawes is ts- if 6 Ai.. , , THE LIDS 'g X i- ..,,,,. E Six Q aft? rw, ...4 Once upon a time, there were three frustrated young intellectuals. Like others of their kind, they were trying to find themselves. They sampled wild parties and canlit but those didn 't work. So they took refuge in alcohol. As 1977 began to disappear into 1978, they them- selves began to disappear into convenient basements and devote their time to beer and music, but especially to beer. But things began to change. Wfhat with their growing interest in music and the growing sales tax on luxury items , the emphasis of these subersive gatherings was shifted: they were becoming centered on Heavy-Metal Rock, as the young intellectuals began to vent their frustrations upon drums and guitars. And in honour of their unifying bond, a common fascination for a certain pair of ocular appendages, they called themselves THE LIDS. As time progressed, so did they. Dean Turney on the drums learned how to look like a corpse. The base guitarist, John Lundon, worked on his flexability, vastly improving his stretch-and bend technique and imitating to perfection a piece of unvulcanized rubber. And Eric Fergusson llead guitar and vocalsl instructed himself in the art of sinewy movement and sensual body-language, to provoke the loins las it werel of the multitudes of female teenyboppers who would soon compose at least half of his admiring audience. By February 1979, they were ready for Fame and Notoriety. At an Abbey Road dance they were I rl I ushered onto the stage and given W an opportunity to amaze the . assembled audience. With their carefully nurtured talent and lf ll, superb stage effects lsuch as John Lundan's desperate attempt to stop s ,. rv the performance when he VR discovered that his base wasn 't workingl, they were a smash hit i and won their first fans. , Their second appearance was scheduled for the Concert of the Cornhusks, in May. But tragedy struck. Dean Turney felt his musical potential needed other 1 surroundings for true development and left the group to make his own 7 way in the Musical World. So a new drummer had to be discovered .7 shortly thereafter, in the person of Wayne Stokes. THE LIDS quickly lg re-integrated and were more than l ready to put on an exotic per- formance at the concert of the Cornhusks, their percussionist functioning in a most remarkable ,l fashion. And from these humble l beginnings one may expect THE ' LIDS to move forward, achieve I their destiny, and hmnble the it Musical World. Let them live on, move sweetly to sing,! Like 9 metalled chimes that ring.!Like I pregnant hlmimingbirds in spring. 3 1' l l L 1 l lv Prince Lid THE CONCERT OF THE COR HUSKS One rainy day in April, Eric Fergusson was sitting in his basement rolling cornhusk cigarettes, when he quite suddenly had an idea. Why not remove the social life of St. Georges College from the beaurocratic strangle-hold of its social committee? Why not give the brooding genius of the St. George's College student body a means of self-expression more public than washroom walls? And why not give the school, grown stagnant on endless Friday af- ternoon anthems, a little culture? So, he came to school next day very interested and enthusiastic and communicated the big idea to the other Grade Thirteens. The response was immediate-bored disapproval. But he persisted, and the project began to take shape: there would be a festival of talent on some Friday evening in May, which would provide all species of entertainment, cheap junldood. and inevitably. the incredible LIDS. And when the Manifesto No. 1 was taped up beside the bulletin board, inviting all to join the revels, sixteen acts were offered and accepted. Things were bought and rented. dates confirmed and services rendered. Corey Glynn acquired light and electrical equipment, and, with his rusty schematic , designed a system that blew no fuses. Peter Levitt. John Darrigo and Keith Fletcher helped F ergusson with the rest of the technology and everything seemed set. However, there was one small problem. Thirteen of the acts cancelled out tbelowl. And so. two days before the BIG DAY, we went talent-scouting. Thanks to Levitt 's connections a ntmiber of persons were found whose ties to St. George 's were a little tenuous. but whose talent was superb. They were conscripted. The evening arrived. In a humid Ketchtun Hall, filled with young bodies and extension cords. the spectacle tmfolded. Captain Clam and the Aquaducks performed first. invoking spontaneous dancing in the aisles. Bill Whitacre came next. striving to drown out the noise generated by an essentially teeny-bopper audience with his ,fu 2 mf N accoustic guitar. No such luck. Keith Lawes did his Bill Cosby imitation and St. Clair Blues Band tor whatever! treated the audience to some harmonica music. Freudion Frenzy followed: and John llfobertl Beaumont on the piano. and the comedy act of Niike Saunders almost completed the eoneert: there was but one :lvl lu go. Finally. after the andienee had been raised to passion by joe l,evey's pnhlie demonstration of his liodesian mating-call. and by the half-honr delay while XY .iyne Stokes meticulously applied hi- make-np. the elilnat-tie mom.-nt arrived 'l'he lids began to -ing. .-Xnd they fini-hed singing and llh' Vrtmtl welll lltlltle, lt'llXlllL1 lietelnun llall littered with pop- eans and torn-np lm-elvall ward-, and leaving it new hole in one of nt- ltig green doors. lan XX illts THE FAIR MY OUTING Alas, when I missed my turn on the road to the Great Picnic, it was well nigh lunch time before I realized I had come halfway to Sudbury. Thus I did not arrive on the scene until 3 P.M. And when I did, I strove to make up lost time. Sprinting first to the Food Tent, I found that my worst fears were realized when I perceived the desolate remains of what must once have been a glorious heap of hot dogs and beef-on-a-buns. I withdrew and hastened towards my second destination, the Drink Tent. There I met with a different scene, decidedly more appealingg still to be heard was the cheery, foamy gurgle, as gallons of Suds were poured into available con- tainers. Immediately I wetted my h lv M' -F -Y .Ah 4 , N' '- . Q, .' r. ' 9 ,F Ig. .'i9.v Q1 ' T 1 ' A, cfm. ' -A - . Q 'N F--Q , Q e 4 -1 5' 4, . s, A ' Q , ., , . .. I r Av K it ,g , . ,fa 'Y X 1 . ' gl, Lim ia, 'Q' at fu.. ff' 'X' I - 'Ss in 'wt' ' ' I' R I ' l Bd' . B. -' :. .1-124-.'. lm 4 I -'WY tongue, and buying another for the road, I proceeded forth, clutching hard to my canniken. I was on my way to the much-talked-about Book Nook. But as I moved quickly forward, I spied through a nearby window one of my pupils in rapt conversation with a stuffed chicken. I stopped and stared for a moment, then turning away, I shook my head vigorously and emptied the contents of my can- niken onto the ground below. I passed through the Book Nook, amid piles of unsold volumes: shock and disbelief were my immediate reactions as I considered the folly of man, who could thus neglect the Wisdom of Ages and turn his mind instead to balloons or beef-on-a-buns. Solace came in the form of a small, green plant, purchased to replace my Algebra Plant. Then together we went to where the Dixeland Music was coming from, and found it, and sat down to listen. A little consoled, I walked to the playing field, where it was my duty to sort out the dozens of people who were expected to be clamoring to run in the 1500 m. To my utter amazement, no one was there. So I went back to the Drink Tent. Mr. Armitage Grade Eight Canoe Trip This was the fifth annual canoe trip run by Mr. liiddell. We regret. howexer. that this was the last canoe trip organized by this voyageur. He has left St. Georges College to teach in Winnipeg. Before lVlr. Kiddell had mentioned anything about the canoe trip, many of the grade eights knew about it. flow '.' We had been informed by tlte grade nines that it was the best. 'ftuinest'. most exciting canoe trip uf all. .lime 10, 1078, 8:00 a.m.. tlte departure time for the trip. All the enthusiastic trippers waited in the light rain for the arrival of Mr. Riddell. hir. Clayton lred beardl. and the van. We finally left about an hour late. Arriving at the lake we met our guide whose name was Guy Burry. Uur tuiforgettable trek had begun. XX e had sixteen kids. four teachers lMr. Smith. Nlr. Fulford. Nlr. Clayton and Nlr. Kiddelll and seven canoes. 'l'he first day proved to be very exhausting and painful for most. Also. our pace was rather slow. The second day the paddling seemed to speed up, but we encountered our first major portage and slowed down. During the days it was warm. but during the nights the temperature dropped considerably. The cooking was done by our supreme chef. Mr. Fulford. His specialty was instant porridge. At the portages the teachers carried canoes and the kids carried the rest. There was a portage which eyeryone wished never existed. It was the mile-and-a-quarter horror which had a small lake in the middle of it. 'l'his lake made everyone think that they had made it over the portage. just our Luck! We had to pack the canoes. paddle at-ross the lake, unpack the canoes, and then walk again. Mosquitoes are small animals with a big bite. Deep in the bush we would encotmter a swarm of about one hundred thottsand mosquitoes. If you stopped to rest, you were eaten to death. Some people went swimming on their own, but the others had to be helped. This role was eagerly filled by Guy Burry and Mr. Smith. Graeme Morrison was one tmfortunate soul who was thrown off a six-foot roek fully clothed. Some wildlife was seen on this trip: black bear. a female moose with two calves. and a few loons. We were now within one day of returning to the starting point. but most still wanted to continue. or at least that is what they said. Deep doim. however. they were glad that they had made it. We. tmfortunately. had two slight mishaps during our excursion. Mr. Kiddell tipped his canoe twice in one day. He said he was just testing his canoe. 1' ,s wif 1 if 'K I grip, 7 gf' '- - - Q ,,'-'j 4. , ' ' V. ',- ..' 1. , V , be: .1--. - 4. 4 Qt- AF .-.:..': ' , ,A ---asia ,L-1: . ,gs---i',,,A, rr, ' ' 'J . E U1 -hh: za. ' .1 - ' 'i' -t 0 - 'S' Q 12 Ai' I .- '1 .s::- sf. -t f' ef X35-'Ar'-gr L ' its gh -- . 11 Qn- -Yr ' - --15: 3' 7-' 5 51' - - ' 'Q -f --rr. .- - 311 an f '1'+s-, ,.' ',,--Q 3-11. - 1 .,..,, - Q sv-. -L1- ' -A ' 1 , , N N v -,gr-is Junior School Athletic Night On a winter night in February, the first Athletic Night was held under the direction of Mr. Dunkley. The evening started with the grade 5 and 6 House League basketball final. A strong York team overcame stiff Westminster opposition to take the championship. Following this, the parents on hand were treated to wrestling, badminton and chess matches as well as a special gymnastics demonstration organized by Raymond Dames. Finally. to end the evening, Westminster and Canterbury met in the grade 7 basketball final. It was a close match with Canterbury the eventual winner. The Athletic Night was a great success, enjoyed by all who participated. xiii s ,..,,..G- N- www.. X A . S' N tr' N 21? E Q 4 it if will A -f THE CAST JIM ALLODI LIAM BALL CHRIS GILBERT MARK HALYK TONY HANLEY DAVID HIND-SMITH PAUL JOHNSON TOM KERR JAMIE MOORE ROHAN NICHOLLS CHRIS OSBORNE GEORGE SCARBEK- BOROWSKI JEREMY TINDAL S v l X , ,Y I' fi .fs . ell fn A 7-JF If On the evening of Thtusday. May 10, the junior School Drama Group presented a cogent per- formance of Noel Coward 's NLDIS WITH VIOLIN. Despite the immense heat. due mostly to the scintillating acting of ,lim Allodi. Jeremy Tindal. Liam Ball. Chris Gilbert. Paul Johnson. David Hind-Smith. Rohan Nicholls. George Scarbek-Borowski. Nlark Halyk. Tony Hanley. Chris Osborne. Tom Kerr and jamie Moore, the audience of classmates. parents, friends and. of course. world-renowmed reviewers lwith years of experience and great amotmts of wisdom! clapped like thunder when. shall we say. the definitive version of NLDE Vfllili VIOLIN ended. Dear Dr. Barlow was just as enthusiastic as the rest. despite his initial mutterings over nudity and music lespecially with a violinl as being a psychoanalytically dangerous manifestation of warp- ed-ness to those under the age of But he saw very clearly as did we all. that the words. No one knows like Noel knows , spoken from the heart of the tasteful director. lIovvard's man , Nlr. Stevenson. were apt, delicious. and without whipped cream. Uh yes, and by the nay. special mention Io kevin Nlctlullum and Graeme Morphy for their trendy sets and costumes. Iiexievvtmgly your-. Fam: IIillUUlsll X..f SCIENCE FAIR '79 The most significant comment that can be made concerning the Science Fair is that this year Mr. Gardner's fire extinguishers did not have to be re- charged. The Ketchum Hall stage was neither covered with mysterious, white stains, nor cluttered with litterg there was no television. no cream-soda . Order reigned. The im-moved mover of it all was, of course. Mr. Walker: he. with the aid of the Gd. twelve executive, headed by Chris Winship and Peter Hughes. conducted a fair unnervingly devoid of chaos. Naturally, we were not without the usual problems with the rented tables. all ready to collapse. Never- theless. there was a complete absence of unusual problems. giving rise to an unusual absence of dif- ficulties. and the judging. movement of projects. and public viewing proceeded without check. I. Wilks If , xf Q ,HM A H15 11 SQHWGU MEMBERS OF THE CHOIR PETER CORK IHEAD BOY! ROB ANTHONY ICHORISTER P.l DAVID BURROWS ICHORISTER P.I STEPHEN BOLTON ICHORISTERI GRAEME EGAN ICHORISTERP JAMIE HICKS ICHORISTERI ANDREW PACE ICHORISTERP LIAM BALL CHRIS BRANIBLE TED BREZINA NICHOLAS DE PENCIER ALEX FOGDEN CHRIS GOLDING JEREMY GRAHAM MARK HALYK FRANK HASSARD LESTER HIRAKI JAY JACOBS JOHN MacINTOSH DAMIEN MAUNDCOTE-CARTER PAUL SHIRER DAVID TURNER JEREMY WEDGWOOD DAVID WOLLCOMBE 72 THE CHOIR Contrary to popular belief, the choir is not an organization formed by Mr. Bradley for the sole purpose of shortening weekends. But one must not, however, go too far and make the mistake of exaulting it as some sort of cultural guardianng a brief look at its members, who, presumably do the guarding , will persuade otherwise. Take the typical practice. Mark Halyk and Nick Wedgewood use their talented voices constantly and enthusiastically, except when they are supposed to. Ted Brezina tries his hardest not to learn anything and, along with Chris Golding, manages to provide a few wrong notes per minute. Entertainment is supplied by Lester Hiraki and his choirmaster impressions. The budding pianist, Jay Jacobs, tries his best to get at the piano, especially if he has been told to stay away from it. Tm'ner sings well and acts small. Meanwhile two recent graduates from the ' choir, Bramble and De Pencier, sit very obediently and sing-completely against tradition. ln charge of a motley crew is a motlier collection of choristers, Rob Anthony, David Burrows and myself. We do our best to control the widespread choir-room chatter and gymnastics, and to improve the udeportementu. We neglect to V 'B w I i T' Q' VI, 4 practice what we preach only occasionally. But every afternoon at 1:15 Mr. White arrives and this unlikely band metamorphases into quite a decent singing choir, and imder his and Mr. Bradley 's direction we do almost seem a little cultured, as those who have heard us at Timothy Eaton Church, Trinity Church and at many. many weddings will bear witness to. g ORVAL Ask a staff-member to do a write-up about Norval and you will get only the convential Georgian propaganda. Field studies. per- sonal work habits and independant research are laboriously discussed. A brief history of the programme is given. A few suitable cliches l a week at Norval isnit just a mid- term breaku. or Norval is an essential part of life - and science - at St. George's l are thrown in. to smooth things down a bit. And the article lor whatever! is concluded. leaving the reader with the im- pression that half the school had developed a passionate lust for flora and Fauna. Now ask a Grade flight. Concerning the educational side of things his comments will be brief: a drag tedious boring long . And that about does it. fin he will wax lyrical about everything else - the violent games of football the massive Tuesday night brawl with pillows and suitcases. bland movies. He will tell of how they broke XII. Luveis glasses. ltovv llle beat Nlr. Love up and tied his shoe-laces together and watched him try to get away. how they jolted him out of a deep sleep by shining a flashlight in his eyes. lb will speak of the joy of escaping the evening classes and tlis- organizing the organized noc- turnal games. the joy of em- bezzelling the tlolltlts provided for the late evening snack and the agony of spilt hot chocolate when it toolv llle surface off onels cltest. And he will say alot more besides. of trees and tents and things that will not bear repeating. .Xslt nobody. and all this fiction and fact lwhichever niav be which! will disappear. to be replaced bv a single. irrefutable piece of in- formation: it is only lN't'Alllv'1tf th. continuing generosity 'and forebearancel of Xlr. Sadler .ind l ppt-r Lanada Lollege that we can lor wllll have occasion to say anything about Norval .it all. .-d DEBATI G This has not been an easy year to take seriously. Fortune and success did finally smile upon the debators of St. George's College, but their smile, though multi- toothed, was fleeting. At times we were even led to believe that the chaos that has always surrotmded our Debating Society had been removed. Usually, however, we knew better. The we I refer to, of course, is a collection of four persons, namely, Joe Levey, Paul Till, Andrew Pape and myself. In varying combinations, we formed the teams that, for better or worse, represented St. George 's at most of the major tournaments. This was no insignificant task. The average reader is not likely to be acquainted with the slimey sort of person one comes up against in debating tournaments - usually overweight, with personality problems and an unpronouncable name. Most of the males are embryonic politicians and most of the females are ugly and vindictive lmost, I sayl. A classic example of f 'e 'M ' 'N ' ---vnnqwv' Ar fu 2 IP , ,Q Y.. . si fl A . ' 't':, Q A 1 ' Sz --., 4, . Q- ' she each type composed a two-person team that Joe Levey and I ran into early in the year. As the male stood at the podium, hands in pockets reading sonourously through several pages of speech lbuttocks jiggling faintly under the cool air of the ventilaterl the female sat back and glared hideously at us. Each in turn spoke blandly in the most up- to-date jargon and spread statistics about like jam. Having done no research and having written our speeches only that morning, we were, to say the least, over- whelmed. That was the second-last time we ever came to a tournament unprepared. The last time was the U.C.C. tournament. We actually tried very hard to prepare for that oneg such devotion was ours that if we couldn't find an tmoccupied room to practise in then we used the boiler room or the washroom lin fact we tried the latter only once - prolonged exposure to the at- mosphere of a St. Georges College washroom is not an experience to be taken lightlyl. Nevertheless, we fotmd we had more interesting things to do and we did them. So, when the U.C.C. tournament found us up against a couple of insects from U.T.S., we got wumped again. But things were not all bad. Our record in impromtu tournaments was one of the best - second out of thirty-two at St. Clement's lthough listed third by an administrative blunderl, first out of sixteen at Lawrence Park and tied for first out of about a dozen in the U.T.S. impromptu rotmd. In fact, we seem to be able to do quite well when we are not compelled to assemble motmds of statistics concerning Canadian Politics and Canadian History and Canadian Economic and Social Trends, the distasteful but quite necessary means by which debating success if achieved, in Canada. But I suppose debating success will be achieved, sometime, at St. Georges. As about the youngest debators seen in the Senior Tournaments, Paul Till and Andrew Pape possess what the old, battle-scarred veterans lnodding their heads sagelyl would term potential . Indeed, they compose a team of such interesting contrasts - the quaint. anecdotal style of Till against Pape's sustained outrage - that even the judges might be able to perceive this potential . But then again, one should never underestimate the slumbrous stupidity of judges. Ian Wilks THE GRADE FGUR READI G ROOM lt all began. of course. when the Grade Fours were evicted from the ,ltmior School Staff Room. which they had previously occupied and used as a classroom. Observing lone day during a typically chaotic art periodl their common en- thusiasm for redecoration . l decided to move them up to the run-dovm Art Room. on the third floor of the See House. and set them loose to restore it. So, a voltmteer group of Grade Fours was found and came in to paint and clean. I still have vivid recollections of Mark Halvk rolling the blue paint on the classroom walls with a loose roller. Without hesitation he kept pushing the paint-covered roller back into place with his free hand. and then placed this now paint-covered hand back onto the wooden floor to act as a support. Meanwhile. either lan Edward or George Searbeck- Borowski lor both! had stumbled into the paint tray. Thus. the floor H- e ,,,.a,s rl' huts? L or' ,G .- .. 11 'M' S 1 Q' I ' became covered with at decorative array of little white footprints and little blue handprints. Ncvertlleless. the classroom was made habitable and we turned our attention to the lieading liooltl. l.fnfortunately. extensive dt-posits ol rodent manure tlrom a family ul rabits that vie had snttgjlll to fostert and the large flort-scent. light lnttllvs that occalsiottally dropped out ol their sot'lxels. proxltlctl at tlot-livin pleasant atmosphere lor reading. .Nt first we abandoned it for tht- storage of hot-key lvags what elsel '.'l. lltll. Nlrs. lltlrk. tired of having lu avoid it in her guided tours. decided it should be ini- proved. She. with the help ul Xlr. and Nlrs. kkoolsey. a carpenter. an electrit-ian and S330 in kind donations... transformed it. NX hat was once the dank junk roottt known variously as the utiliost lionlttn Ut' lllt' uslllllllx lklitilllu is non a well-lighted. .ttlr.n-tixc and rotttlortalllc lieatlilt: liooltt. lill--tl with National lieograpliit-s .intl other lutert-sting l'ttlvlivati--tis. whit-li Hats ollit'l.tllt tl4'tlit'.ltt'il olt xkvtlttvstlalf. .lllttv l-W. l'l. . Nlr. Ilaxt.-r PRIZE LIST TROPHIES: SOCCER - JAMIE BRENZEL HOCKEY - JOHN MILLEN SKIING - ANDREW TRUSLER BASKETBALL - ERIC FERGUSSON TRACK AND FIELD - BEST ATHLETE, GDS. 8, 9 - BEST ATHLETE, GDS. 10, ll - BEST AT H LETE - ATHLETIC DIRECTORS AWARD - LETTERS: CAM CRASSWELLER ERIC FERGUSSON MARK HUNTER JOHN MILLEN DEAN TURNEY ROB LINGHORNE DEAN TURNEY BILL .IACKES TONY BIROZES ERIC FERGUSSON PAT BAILLIE ATHLETIC BANQUET In quiet anticipation the jocks packed the Holiday Inn Conference room, sat down to a meal that some termed edible, and waited. As the evening slithered on. some of these specimens of muscle-tone and sweat began to experience heart palpatations and small, nervous movements. In contrast, of course, was Mr. Dunkley, our own lVIr. Dunkley, who became for an evening, the Uinestimable M.r. Dimkleyu. He got the assembled masses assembled, led them through the opening ceremonies and, in fact. through the better part of the evening, with enviable coolness. Never has he been in better form. Then came the guest-speaker, Mr. Jack Donahue, coach of the Canadian Nation Basketball team spoke convincingly to a rapt audience, punctuating his remarks with a series of well-rehearsed jokes, which gave rise to much bellowing laughter. He underlined the priority of the athlete Ii.e. himselfl, and showed that to this end the aid of Trust, Friendship and Family should be enlisted. Such a credo naturally met with a good deal of enthusiasm: the speeches, the incidental ceremonies, and in particular, the presentation of a piece of clothing to Dr. Shilletto, was savored by all. And finally, the great moment arrived. The trophies that had stood on the dias for so long. like rows of new cars, attracting the greed-lighted eyes of the jocks, were one by one handed from sweaty palm to sweaty palm. Thus were athletic excellence and dedication honoured, and thus was the evening rendered enjoyable for many. or for all. And the applause rolled like thunder and the third Athletic Banquet surged to a complete success. ed. 1 s I 3 X -I +11 1' 6? ,- -:Fi 1 'w'.4w 1--. - PRIZE LIST SENIOR MATHEMATICS PRIZE - PAUL JENNINGS JAMES MURDOCH DE COSTA AWARD - MARK HUNTER E.S. SMITH AWARD - BRENT ROUTLEDGE LADIES' GUILD TROPHY - BILL JACKES MARION McDOWELL TROPHY - PETER GIBSON RJ. RICHARDSON TROPHY - GEOFF MORPHY GEORGIAN TROPHY - PETER ANTHONY GEORGIAN SPIRIT TROPHY - DAVID HILLIKER W.P. GILBRIDE TROPHY - IAN WILKSXMARK HUNTER R. BRADLEY MEMORIAL AWARD - ROBERT SHIRER M. LAWSON SCHOLARSHIP - DEAN TURNEY WYNN BUTTERWORTH MEDAL - MARK HUNTER CHAIRMAN 'S MEDAL - MARK HUNTER HEADMASTERS MEDAL - CAMERON CLOKIE LIEUTENANT GOVERNOR'S MEDAL - RICHARD STEWART GOVERNOR GENERAL'S MEDAL - PAUL JENNINGS PRIZE DAY Tilusv Nlln futllttl pit-I ilrile Days indige-stable must surely hayc appreciated this years ceremony. The glittering array uf brit'-a-brac once distributed in a single af- ternoon is now dispensed on four separate occasions. Of the-se, one has already been dealt yyith. two shall be relegated to the Garbage Heap of llistory. and the final one shall be spoken uf here. To be precise. then. this article should be entitled. Prize Day. Part Four . But it is not. For the words Prize llayu. whale-yer else they may denote. are inseparably connected with THAT day. the final day. the day when the thirty- odd members of the graduating class realize that they no longer need be polite to the members of the staff. the day when the school year ends and begins to look like everyone wished it never had. Such a day' was June I4. And ,lune I4 was not like such days in the past. There were spewings forth of sentiment. but not many. The Headmaster's speech was grandiose and rhetorical yet brief. The niunber of things giyen and handshakes received was diminished and the School Hymn was forgotten altogether. The whole affair moyed along quickly and yery smoothly. and then stopped. as the dignitaries on the platform and eyeryone else. not on the platform. filed off tostensibly I to go to Ifyensong. And those who did not ap- preciate eyen this Prize Day tthose indeed who find ALI. Prize llays indigestablel must surely' not have lingered long enough lo see the crowds disperse. the hall empty. the lights go off and the care-takers come to re-arrange the chairs. l'lT ARTS W mmm X ., N x X QNX gif f Q Ci 0 BEYOND THE FREEDOM PRINCIPLE Investigating the murders at the Lehner's house would be a depressing job, Cecille thought. He had never liked the sight of their house, dark, ominous, and frightening in the truest sense of the word. The family as a whole was tmusual. They were always secluded in their dwelling, very seldom seen until recently, when they had tried to sue their doctor for malpractice. The only person left after the poisoning was their fifteen- year-old daughter, Emmanuelle, there hadn't been enough poison in her borsch to kill her. When he came through the door. that eerie feeling so familiar to him in his work, struck him - a feeling like the one he experienced at the end of Alfred Hitchcock's Psycho . Wfhen he saw the three bodies sprawled on the floor, he felt as if he would faint. Their positions reminded him of the charred bodies of the people caught in the eruption of Mt. Vesuvius, near Pompeii. The mortician will have a fun time with them , he joked, trying to get his mind off the seriousness of the matter. The father, the mother, and the son had been injected with curari, after being sedated with a drug put in their borsch. Cecille at once had a thought. No, it couIdn't be true. Dr. Ascott couldn't do it, he's not the type. Still the thought stood in Cecille's mind. He wasn't able to learn anything else except that Em- manuelle was being released from the hospital that day. It just didn 't seem right. Granted, Dr. Ascott was familiar with drugs, and he was being sued for malpractice. But the motive was not strong enough. He would sleep on it. Cecille thought. Sleep didn 't come easily to Cecille. He was too taken up by his new assignment. There was something missing, something that he hadn't found. A good rest will do me good , Cecille said to himself. He was wrong. All during that night he was having nightmares. in which he would be watching Emmanuelle in a graveyard. Always it was pitch black except for a ray of moonlight piercing through the clouds. The ray hit her face. And below it revealed a white shine - a KNIFE. A knife plunging down into three open coffins. She danced with delight, yelling, I'm free, I've escaped. Then she saw him. His heart seemed to have stopped. She charged at him, hurling the Vermillion, red knife at his chest. He woke up. He decided that sleep wouldn't come to him. The next morning he went to question Dr. Ascott, who, seeing the badge, almost fainted. Ile knows something . Cecille said to himself. When they sat down in the study, Cecille decided it was time to start. Tell me , he said. how does curari bring about death? The bluntness of the question disturbed Dr. Ascott. Well, curari paralyzes all the muscles in the human body except for the heart. As a result of this, the diaphragm and other muscles that help in breathing stop functioning, bringing about su.ffocation. Then what was in their soup? . Cecille asked sharply, although he already knew the answer. Whose soup? , Dr. Ascott said, trying lmsuccessfully to sound in- nocent. I don 't have time to play games with you. Cecille was angry. He didn 't like being lied to. I know that you have something to do with the Lehner mur- ders. Dr. Ascott was nervous. I tell you , he said, I had nothing to do with the murders. They were sueing me for malpractice. So what? Dr. Ascott stopped and realized how silly it sounded. I think that 's motive enough to murder , Cecille replied ironically. Or maybe Emmanuelle will tell. Did she have anything to do with it? No, no, no , Dr. Ascott sobbed. He had never been a strong man. He saw no way out. lVlr. Lehner was sueing me for malpractice. So when his daughter came to my house and casually started to ask me questions about poisons, a thought crossed my mind, and I could see that she was thinking the same thing. Then she changed the subject to the many faults her parents had, and how badly they treated her. I felt genuine sympathy for her, but I also saw a chance for me to take advantage of her inlmaturity and murder her parents. We killed her brother because he was a witness to the crime. I gave her a small dose of curari so as not to create suspicion. Cecille smelt smoke. Suddenly he could see that the hall was blocked with fire. It was a big fire, and he could see that there was no escape since there were no windows in the room. Dr. Ascott was choking in the smoke. But both of them, already paralyzed with fear, could see Emmanuelle's face through the flames, laughing, laughing, laughing Ladybug, ladybug, Fly away home, Your house is on fire, Your children are at home , she sang, Poor little ladybugs, burnt to a crisp. But they were wret- ched, little ladybugs. telling all their mommey's secrets. T hen she remembered her mother. Oh, she's gone away, never to come back, along with everyone else who was mean to me. just like three blind mice. Those mice deserved what they got. They did. I am rid of them forever , she screamed. and then realized that she was wrong George Hodjera, Grade Eight THE YEARBCCK LITER RY CGNTEST This year. to demonstrate what literary talent lurks in the dark corners of St. Georges - requiring only the lure ul money to be drawn into the light - the Yearbook held a contest. lintrants were required to submit a short story uf 2500 words or less, having a science fiction, fantasy. or horror theme. The contest was open fu all St. George'- students. The entries were judged on a basis of ll originality Zi style fit students age. The interest in the Hilti:-sl wa. surprising. First Prize: Paul Till. for THE INTHIQDER Second Prize: George Hodjera. for BEYOND THE FREEDOM Pl'llNCll'Ll'Q Dean 'liurney THE INTRUDER The past was running through Nick Lescoe's mind. You are a fool. Mr. Lescoef' Stevenson had said to his face. But I am also a millionaire. Lescoe had said. and I don 't care if you don 't agree with my. er. morals. l could buy you, your lab. and all the work you have ever done. I could also pay your way into a new and better laboratory. Are you sure you still wish to refuse? Your plan. Stevenson said. is to Ctlt yourself off from reality and live your life in the luxury of a dream. Is that correct '? I thought so. Perhaps I am wrong. but I don 't believe lives were meant to waste that way. I'm sorry, but I still refuse. Lescoe spat at the gaunt serious and bespectacled face that challenged him. Then I shall take my plan to someone wiser. He left Stevenson with his black-coated bodyguards. Lescoe had combed North America and Europe looking for someone to try his plan. The common man would have called it the ludicrous dream of a nut. Scientists like Stevenson, who probably could have performed his wish easily. said it was immoral. unethical. strange or foolish. Lescoe's plan was a dream. He wanted to cut off all exterior sensations and experiences from his body, so that his only sensations would come from his imagination. A few drugs pumped into him would make his imagination seem lifelike. real in fact: it would be real as the only reality he would know. His body would be strapped to a comfortable chair while his mind frolicked. A staff would keep him nourished. would watch a red emergency light and be sufficiently paid to insure their continued service. lt was interesting speculation, living in one's imagination. Lescoe could create what he wished. do what he wished. be what he wished: anything would be possible. Lescoe could be conqueror. leader. master. god ..... No one would interrupt. Now the staff had been hired. and Lescoe had found Lamont Wabucker. who was a starving scientist claiming to be just the thing you're looking for. Nlr. Lescoe. I happen to be a pioneer in the field of neurophysics you describe. Lamont was surprisingly chubby for his financial standing and tuiusually slow for a scientist. After a week. though. this Lamont come up with something. It consisted of wires. sensors. electrodes to fasten on the temples. a computer console with a red button that would flash in emergency. and a plug. lt all fit in a large briefcase. Now Lamont had brought it lo Lescoe. How do l know your contraption won it electrocute me? Lescoe asked. Well, er. it can 't. That is, l've tested it. Lamont stuttered. You've tested it'. N Lescoe glowered. This machine complex was his: he had bought it. and he wanted no one else to enjoy or test his imagination machine. Well. does it work? Yes, Lamont said. i'Iverything l. er. thought tip was clear, very lifelike. l couldnit feel a thing from the outside. Worked like a dream. lie laughed nervously. The time came for Lescoe to enter his new toy . his dream retainer as Lamont had named it. Ifoyy long would he stay in '.' He supposed he would stay until something went wrong. or something frightened his heart into skipping a beat and the red light flickered. Perhaps he would never leave the joy of his dream retainer . as Stevenson had predicted. and waste ltis life. That was fine with him. The staff was ready. Lescoe was ready. lle looked arotuid the little room he would be sitting in for an indefinite time. and sat down. Lamont fitted him with those sensors. clips and stuff that had tumbled front the briefcase. Then Lescoe went otll like a light. Ile awoke to a sea of blank void. lle thought first of squirrels. for no reason at all. Four of them appeared. I So this is it. he thought. I can now create anything. lle thought of a sunny day in a grassy field. and suddenly he was in one. lle thought of lvirds and they appeared. singing in tlte cloudless. hlue sky. I want to fly, thought Lescoe. He soared into the air and flew. The machine was working. Lescoe was overjoyed. At his command the birds scattered. What if the grass in his pastures were dark red '? He changed them and they melted into a blood colour. Lescoe painted a slmset of golden and blue. Then he tried green. and settled with a menacing dark violet streaked with black I need people. thought Lescoe. He created in his mind a peasant, humble and ragged and dirty. The peasant fetched Lescoe a crystal glass of champagne. He created a mob of these peasants. Lescoe rose to the top of a great jagged mountain, and below him in the red fields thousands of peasants were swaying to his song of power. Bow to me, Lescoe thundered, and the multitude bowed. See, the world of my imagination! All this I have created. I created YOU and can destroy you just as quickly. From the crowd Lescoe formed Stevenson. He made Stevenson float up from the other peasants until he was on level with Lescoe's mountain perch. See the fool! boomed Lescoe. He thrust a mighty hand at Stevenson who cowered in mid-air. Stevenson screamed and fell. His skull smashed on the rocky ground below. Lescoe lifted his head. He heaved up coal-black mountains to encircle his people. His peak was gold at the centre of a ring of silver and purple crests. An eagle screamed through the sky at Lescoe, then fluttered down and lay prostrate at his feet. Suddenly there was the sound of thumping. a noise Lescoe had not willed. Lescoe was silent and was afraid. The thtunping came closer. It was someone stamping from beyond towards the mountain ring, someone huge. A shadow fell over Lescoe's valley. The peasants fled, but Lescoe remained. though afraid. He willed this thing to go from him, but the intruder would not. 7 He could now make out a figure. It was blacker and taller and larger than any of Lescoe's mountains. f Who are you? Lescoe cried in the face of the great black hulk. You are not here by my will. Is this what you have done with your world? the giant boomed. You choose to create a world that worships you like a devil-god? If I will those millions to bow down to me, they will. It is MY imagination! Lescoe said. Is that what it has been wasted upon, power over enslaved masses? Yes! The giant grew bigger and his blackness grew more intense with Lescoeis words. Then you are a fool! it said. Lescoe was furious. He willed a thunderstorm which broke on the giant's head. Lightning struck the mammoth, but to no avail. The colossus began to tear down the mountains with his hands. Lescoe fought him with more thunder, lightning and fire from the sky. Who are you? he repeated, but his voice was all but lost in the turmoil. A lightning flash lit up the giant's body for an in- stant. It flashed brightly and Lescoe could see clearly who the giant was. It was himself, his conscience, come to destroy his own works of evil. The giant fell and for an instant the valley was quiet. The sombre clouds scudded out of sight. Lescoe, exultant in victory, gathered the peasants around his war-torn mountain to sing a song of praise. Then he tumbled from the mountain to his death. Lamont yawned. The timer read 10 hours, 16 minutes and 16-17-18 seconds. He was alone with Lescoe who had not stirred for 10 hours, 16 minutes and so on. since his entry into the dream retainer . Suddenly a red light flashed on, pulsated and blinked out. Lescoe was dead. Paul Till, Grade Ten .4 K 'bmi -eg ., V. TH E SUB WAY A bleached face is staring out from a subway window - a fragment of humanity that is trapped in the world it created. lt is doubtful that the face recogiiizes its.,A 'D home-made bars, camouflaged T by the advertisement panels E onthe far dingy wall - 5 ,. sterile thoughts arising from 1' - ,-.ia I,-f blank dreams - . ' 1 . -av. X125 31-1 . S- , fl- I- . a, 1, 5 - . A , l .' 4' v' - -1 . T ' Z - 'ix l A ' l I if if . ' - -. ' f' , f 'A x . . fr .- -- 0- i f ' ' 4 -. , 5. f I .IQ -P. 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Grade 'l'hirtn-en GRAVEYARD BY DAY May the great star shine on through the leaves, Casting playful shadows on the lawn, Mingling like an irresponsible boy of few needs, Laughing with the wind as a new day is born Unto those who know not what lurks Beneath the ground where the sim doesn't shineg Where the skulls lie mutilated amongst the muck, Scarred and bitten by a sniper on the brain That now only echoes the screaming of engines High soaring above, teasing the day and beckoning the night. Thankful now that only ants gorge on their sins, Grinning wide-eyed at the fools above without sight, In silent mockery of their futile game Of war and death and glory. Joe Levey , Grade Thirteen sol-'U A HHH HH, of N f it f' .iff f 2 gl- X . ,, 04 -' V K' -X ' 1 Z ' 5 l' V 1 lilly-'lf 'i'i, T ,, ls Ll - f,, il u'4f5.L.-'-' SX :ri ,N 5 Qaqbfx . t , 1 i. jf' gb: .. ' ' 'ii . xbx , A! Despair in vain sits brooding over the putrid eggs of hope. .lohn H. Frere RUN FOR YOUR LIFE The street was dark and the air within it was thickened by fog. He had wrenched his ankle several times running atop the cobblestones but his pace did not subdue, for his urge to escape from the Gendarmes was tremendous. He ran past a sewer, and thought of escaping via it, but he dismissed the idea when he remembered the alligators which lived within. Suddenly he fell! He felt his head hit the ground, and felt a warm thick liquid close over his eyes. Time passed, and he awoke in several minutes. He sprang to his feet and began to run. Out of the fog he saw the figure of a man. Then two others! They were unquestionably Gendarmes. They savagely drew out their billy sticks and rushed towards him. He ducked the first man 's reach and flew for the opening, but another figure stood in the way. He pivoted and ran but was cut down with a chop to the forehead, he swerved and stumbled to the ground. When he awoke, he was staring into the face of a priest. He was smiling gaily. Suddenly his head throbbed. He blacked out. Jim Allodi, Grade Seven DOU BTS I had my doubts as I started up the stairs to the 747. I had been afraid of flying since I was twenty, when my mother and father died in a plane crash. But that was ten years ago, I thought, as I went through the door of the plane. I had no choice: there was a deal in France in two days. I didn 't have time to go by ship, and if I didn 't get there, I would be out of a job. I had been assured that planes had changed so much in the last twenty years that there was a one-in-a- billion chance we would crash. Since I was so paranoid, they put me in first class for the economy price. When I was seated I found I was sitting beside an I.B.M. salesman who said he was in a plane 5 times a week and he never crashed. The flight had been going well and I had begun to lose my fear little by little. Just as I started my lunch I heard a crack, and a second later the captain said fasten your seat belts, we 're going down. I screamed and then passed out. John MacIntosh, Grade Seven Far down the road of glories passed away Lie all those things, so newly brought to life By somber souls to whom the l's now say Withdraw creators from all mortal strife Do ye see the works those hands created 'T The golden leaf. the silver vine, the sea Of noblest love, of simplest peace. aged Beginning to the joyful life of thee. Yet now the people turn their books in scorn Upon creations vibrant, still aglow, Forgotten now, preferring time to mourn Those men now dead of overdose of war. The sullied souls of war-torn dead. alive - Yet lost. By ignorance willed to survive. Robin King, Grade Thirteen SUBWAYE LAND I ent'red into siibwaye sleek 'Twas thirdje tyme within one week. 'Twere many personnes crowded there In ye stench 'd and piitrid aer. Ye odour of tobaccan plant Wafted past where I didst stand. Pressed close apon mine own Were greeninge faces of ye folk that roame Beneath ye earthe in dragons red Or silver on ye siibwaye bed. A damsel crieth, Kind sirr, and giit. Thou damn well standeth on my foot. My pardon, maiden, I didst cry And. movinge my foot, I didst comply. And so ye train ent 'red ye sta-ti-on Met bye ye populace's jubila-ti-on. Good lords and ladies, friend and foe, Let them get off afore ye go, A resoundinge voice did spake in tones That crackl'd in his micro-phone. Griinten and groane followed now Those at ye doors wouldst not allow Ye mass of we within ye car To pursue our journeys far. They bottelled up ye train-car-door, Thus, althoe we didst implore. We could not squeeze or pushe thrii Ye train moved off to sta-ti-on new. A wailinge and torment arose! A varlet stood apon my toes! I crieth out with redden'd face For aer was scarce in that place. I kicked out witt sharpje blow Betwixt his hoseg I felled ye foe. He swooned in ye groinal pain At wich point there were lurch of train! A suicided corpse had fell Apon ye rayls and gone to hell. Ye lichtinge on ye car went iit And there wast screaming all abiit. Ye fatt'n'd women they did faint, Ye olde men made foul complaint. Ye siibwaye train stopp'd in its tracks for ye driver wish 'd for to relacks. In sweating silence didst we stand In some dank corner of siibwaye land. I lay full minutes in crowded mesh Pressed apon ye creepinge flesh. Ye only licht there was to see Were burning tobaccan plant near me. And so, it seemed one full age Afore serfs, in their revolted rage, Didst clean ye tracks of human remains And let us get movinge again. Wfhen Bloore's Av'nii we did reach Ye n'er oil'd breaks gave sick'ning screech. Ye doors didst open, and with fight I ent'red Bloore Stationes. Ye aer didst smelle wondrous pjtu'e light Compared to that within train-car door. And thus I made mine weary waye To ye lower level of ye siibwaye Where soon one other train didst come. From Warden 's waye it hailed from. So many struggled for to get out That drivers would not them all let out. For soon a whistell shrille wast blown And closed ye rubber doors were thrown. But I ent 'red safely ye Bloore train To endure siibwaye's torment once again. 'Twas quicker. tho, on this occa-si-on For I got off at Bat-hurstje sta-ti-on. I walked to skilile 'neath pidgeon's spray And there arriv'd ye selfsame day! lFor often on ye T and TC It takes much tyme for one journey.l Alas, I there met, face to face. Monseigneur Mainprize and his kerchief of lace That dang'led from a pocket of his chest. Till, thou art late. Thou hast miss'd ye test. Kind sir, and gut, I straight way cried, There was a siibwaye suicide. There beith no excuse, he said, Thou must rise earlier from your bed To allow for incidents such as these. I begged him apon my knees Oh, sirrah - mercyl Mercy, please! Two detentions were his decrees. Ye story endeth. if you please. Paul Till. Grade Ten tt tt BUT'I'ERFA'l' GOOSEGIRLS. BREASTS FILLED WITH HONEY Ah, lovely licking-lipstick lady, why do you tease with yotu' leeherous smile? Why do you strut your chicness: a sensuous slinky advertisement for places you 've never visited nor cared about? Why do you lure poor suckers to your disco web where. deified. you fire their groaning loins. where they can bask in yoiu' neon mists and flashing lights. letting the volume fill that aching loneliness? Why do you twist. titillating razor glances at love-struck losers? Uh, heartless siren! l fear your soul is trapped in your makeup kit. Dean Tluney. Grade Thirteen Make not thy sport abuses: for the fly That feeds on dung is coloured thereby. George Herbert THE OUT The pitch left my fingers like a spinning top. It whirred and htunmed for the sixty feet to the plate. This small object was my life. it spoke of victory and home runs, of losing and no-hitters. All it had to do now was just once elude the bat of this one lone batter. I approached the plate like a bull to a fighter. Then it broke, down. down. inside and tight, just where l wanted it. Suddenly, the batter moved. His thirty-eight inch piece of lumber moved with him closer and closer to the diving ball. The foes embraced briefly, as if best friends. The sphere was no longer my friend as it cruised towards the wall. It botmced once. then hit the wall. The throw from the field was aimed at the plate. The question was who would get home first. The ball the runner no, the ball no, the runner. My life. my career depended on five oiumces of cork arriving first. In a blaze of silence and a flurry of stillness the action halted. The umpire, his eyes glued to the contact of ball and man yelled to break the silence, You're safe! He was safe. but I was out. Patrick Baillie. Grade Eleven SAILING a bright sunny pageant men standing relaxed Water foaming, peace we quickly move through it. our boat leaping the windup wave to wave Driven by an unseeable force hitoffthewallhe'sgot carrying us itinthecor on and on ner fires We casually enjoy itintothirdhere's forces push and pull. theplapheslideshe's lift and dry. safe as we crash down one wave into another Spraying water jumps by us the windup The water churns to accommodate our presence baseball while we drive through the currents of the wind. it's summer John Nlillen, Grade llnrteen liichurd l.luitl. Grade l'hirtt-en Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach? I shall wear white flannel trousers. and walk upon the beach. I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. THE COAST The huge waves roared in protest as the shoreline knocked them down into a hissing white froth. Each wave came in, a proud mass of solid water: each time it was driven back by the jagged rocks, only to let another wave try its luck. The seagulls teased the waves by swooping down and skimming the water with their bills. The scene was rather like a bullfight, the seagulls like picadors getting the wave madder for the climax, where the matador kills it. Looking out to sea, the sun is half hiding behind the water. The little amoimt of light that comes from it casts long, dark shadows onto the picturesque land- scape. As all good things must come to an end, so does the lifting of this day. The sun turns its back on the world. Nick DePencier, Grade Seven T. S. Eliot ONCE FILLED WITH LIFE A cliff against a pure and golden sky Spread with a skeen of firs below the groimd: Metal water glistens to land it surroimds A crystal' air sparkles and stirs the wide Expanse where I stand perched with wings to fly. The edge of glorious void calls without sound. Then I had run. my weight soared up high My gaze sweeps to land and water below Towards the sun which glows beyond While drimk on exultation and flight I felt the eddies of ether air slow Pulsating from glory light of the sun And my own being for once filled with life. Mark Beattie. Grade Thirteen A WALK BY TH!-I SEA Taking a walk by the sea. Nostrils filled with brine-smells. Blood rushing as heart swells, Longing for the Gulls circling over turquoise sea. Soaring. gliding while I sleep, Above the tranquil. endless deep. Dreaming of the sea. Slipping silent through silver sea. if .X Lonely boat makes its way I. -N From distant port to near-by bay. W, A v Living for the sea. ff I I --ix FJ! 'I if , 9 ' , Wishing I were back at sea, if A 3 Playful sprays caress my face. ly ff , 'gf ' I' 'Q' 1 9, Navy said. Deep Disgraceu. - . Nxrg 7, Fallen from the sea. ,L fl! .N 1, ., x :I .':s X is X y if l 7 Xe Andiqw Bonar. Grade Eleven - . I ' 'Q 1 I - lk .X . z, KM ...-A.-.i.. , - Join..---a , ,L F 5 aft ' tx' 'Q L if Q X X. 7 'fpl I Xxx. - 71, z., 4- ...Q-2-A A.------Q - ur- - - 'r L5 ',,,l,,Y' - - .,v ,.,.k x - V f ,PFW X X- N '41 in I - s N -. gg , V , , H I-irlgp 4 ,,, ,K .gf- ,,' ,-- I , , , , or' 'sky ....He takes no notice of me so I shower him with handfuls of sand, and rtmning for the water, I pull off my vest. He follows, kicking off his tackies and likewise discarding his clothes: we collide into the water. It is cool and embraces my shins. A momentary shiver plays with my body and turns skin to gooseflesh and leads my shins into the dance of the tuning-fork. l throw myself to the waves and shiver flares up to shock, and shock settles into peace as skin relaxes and body relaxes into the cool rythms of the water. The water holds me like an infinite chair. a billion swirls and contours fitting up against the planes and edges, curves and swells that are my body. It holds me like a soft mother, letting me drift and move about, but slowly. letting me hit her shallow, sandy borders, but softly ...... M. N., from Friday Moming' .N H , H .U A ,uv . if fx, 1' fi-wi? ' , , ,mr .g . t, .. ,, ,. i ilk. W t is man when you come ' Y- my nk upon him, but a minutely set, ingenious machine for turning, with infinite artfulness, the red ' . , 7 Shiraz into urine. STAY AWAY I gazed upon the heavens With its stars of radiant light I gazed upon a single star, And pondered at the sight. I dreamed about a far-off land With milk and honey blessed, I dreamed about a land of old, A place where I could rest. I wished that I could travel there With a starship of my own, I wished that I could live my life In that paradise, alone. Isak Dinesen ir. 5. ws ' 3-, lr -. 5:75, ' 4- , A 9. . 5 CHILDHOOD PERCEPTIONS Here I sit, In the shadow of a room. Upon a stool of wooden base. Squinted eyes Distort the room 's size. And the walls bend into my face. To one It is a mighty. Heavenly Goddess: to Another, a cow that Furnishes his butter. 'l'lllIiIJ the murals ure- ful ZX my arm is ln-any but i gui ln Iilli-ll Q , , , this po A tmy man IH a picture box Sch Her vm if i AMN Seems so far away. H fail A little black lamp Leads a long, sharp light N -H f, -I Filling cracks with shadows G I dl In a strange sort of way. 5 mls,-i, 5 It was funny how, when li, Lluyd You squinted back then, ' Yom' eyes sank back in your head. thi The room was large. And empty and far, gf -'K And nothing alive seemed dead. ti ffl'l,UQj Bring an object near, it I I ' I-V W -'M' M7 And set it out front. 7 . To put it right back, fi bn' ' I l lf! Was merely a stunt. if ' QQ CQ-rl But now when I try mb! - The room won 't go, ' A ,f AIM . , ' LOG 14.1. The thmgs don t move. f fl e . Y There's nothing to show. ' 5 S0 now here I sit. X gf. 'I A A'--g B nf In a chez-lounge chair. ' X .sh I D Remembering and wishing y -T . X K Y IF That I was back there. Y '-'N .X 'X K. Lawes 7 K ill , 'sf 1 ' y fl' 1 A f 'Q X., Q .Y I 5 i . I 1 xx- A N QD I -.M 312 CAN You IMAGINE? A . M Can you imagine I Q I The teachers surprise ' When right before 5 His very eyes X 'w.,,n The boy at the if Q Back of the room Exploded? D. Gordon Women and men tboth dong and dingl summer autumn winter spring reaped their sowing and went their came sun moon stars rain e.e. cummings A WINTEITS EVE Wind howls like a madman through the boughs Snowflakes are needles. driven into my flesh By that relentless lunatic. Got dark at five, so I can't see much Just looming rough-skinned giants, whose fingers Tear at my face as I stagger on Through the cold night air, which Like a silent, vengeful wraith Seeps into my very bones. I should have been back hours ago. Funny, but now that I am here, it's Not like it was in the story ......... Richard Lloyd, Grade Thirteen AUTUMN Rippling waters, cold and blue. Tidal crests moving through. A gust of wind, a gentle breeze Slowly swaying all the trees. Leaves were falling, And birds were calling. A season coming, a season lost, And soon to come. the advancing frost. jeff Archibald, Grade Eleven WATER Snow drift collapses silently crumbles greys dies Hardwinter ice softens breaks topples sinks and floats, again now water cold rushing over broken ice rocks, weeds Spring stream running. Jaime Gilbert, Grade Nine With the sun out and the temperature rising And the grass green and the air fresh, The men seemed happy and free As they came out of the prison for morning exercises. Bill Dafoe, Grade Twelve THE FORT For two summers the boys had worked on the fort in the bank. Finally it was finished. The two boys, John and Bob, decided to sleep in it. They had managed to keep it a secret from everyone. That night they went to the fort and went to sleep. During the night there was a terrible storm, and the river's water rose up to the doorstep of the fort. lt went higher! Suddenly a huge log was swept into the doorway. lt sealed itl The storm continued for several more hours. The water level rose until the fort was an underground cavern. The boys woke up. It was unusually damp in the fort. john walked to the doorway. It was sealed by tons of mudl They started digging frantically at the doorway. They dug all day. They had dug about four feet when water started trickling through the doorway into the fort. Soon it was pouring an angry, frothy, brown current. The boys started to dig as fast as possible. Then they struck the huge log. Now they were screaming and potmding at the walls which were starting to crumble. Then the wall burst open. Tons of muddy water poured in. engulfing the boys in a sea of black slime which already was creeping into their nostrils. They held their breaths as the mud rose over their heads. The boys could feel it stinging their eyes. Then they had to let their breaths go. Black, slimy mud oozed down the boys' throats filling their lungs. They were never seen again. Victor Freiberg, Grade Seven THE MALEDICTION The man who awaits certain death - Thinks. He thinks about the life he may have had But won 't. He thinks about the one on whom he inflicted death. But does he pity himself or the one who lost more? Nothing can help him. No chance, No hope. Soon he will be taken away. away - Too far, Into the much-feared unknown, from life as he knew it. For his act, there is a curse, And he will meet it - Too soon. Grade Eight RED HUT Sl'AUllF'l l'l SAL'Cl'Q l was burning up and down the streets of San Francisco with the cops right on my tail. First l took a sharp left turn into a level parking lot and went up and tip tmtil I was at the nineteenth floor. l gassed it: l went over the edge. My Honda motorcycle flew from underneath me. l saw a roof coming towards me. On the top it said in dark red printing lcibob's Spaghettiu! Suddenly l was through the roof and in a huge container full of red hot spicy spaghetti sauce! I tried to get out but couldn't. lt kept sucking me down. l couldn't breathe. l was turning different colours! Finally l made it to the surface. but only for a second. lt pulled me down again. l thought there was a monster in the container. Maybe it was the five-headed monster that terrorized Africa the year before. Suddenly everything was huge! l had been made a two millimeter person. l was cast tmder one of the monster's evil spells. Roger White. Grade Fiw I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker. And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat and snicker. And in short, I was afraid. T.S. Eliot n SPORTS 31 2 .xii 1 Y Q sf if 1 .,:.,w. '7 .-, . V 1-fp, -gg.-wif' 'T ry: Bair., 1 , I j - , - M5-.-R. -- ...2f,,-.4f.gf4- - I - . --fw .2-H ' .-'.:,1-.,... . 12- '-- ,- ,1 4-- fw -we 'Q' f 4 JAY. -:ew , , v w v ' fy ., W, ..., -.Q ' -, . '- '- x.: . ,g 1 .. ' ,nj -af! VIL., r . 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WORST PERFORMANCE OVERALL: Mr. McMaster for his score- keeping. BEST QUOTE: Peter Gibson, Sir, you can't cancel the track meet. West- minster won 't score any academic points, but we're sine to win the meet. WORST QUOTE: Mr. Armitage, Get out there boy and trip that guy. BEST SUPPORTING ROLE: David Davies in the piggy-baek ri.ll'P. WORST SU1'l'OR'l'lNG ROLE: Stephen Armes in the piggy-baek 1 96 5, ,,- -, aj, , , . ' 5,.,: , , ..v. 2 -'Z . -.Li fit - -- 1 1. . s' 'if ,...'1, 5-,we race lverified by Mark Clarkel. BEST IMPROVEMENT: Grade Twelve-One's attendance. WORST SHOWING: The Golf team. BEST INDIVIDUAL PER- F ORMANCES: Dean Turney in the 1,000 meters. Mr. Dunkley for replacing Mr. D'Arcy with Mr. Mainprize as starter. WORST INDIVIDUAL PER- F ORMANCE: Cam Crassweller in the 100 meter dash: he refused to start. lVIr. Dtmkley ,Xa 1 E SENIOR SWIM GALA There was a time when the words, Swim Gala meant nothing more than a liesurely half- holiday for about one-quarter of the Senior School, and for the other three-quarters, a sticky af- ternoon passed in the tropical atmosphere of the Benson Building, striving for the fame and glory of one's house. But this year, the staff so cleverly having moved the Gala into the morning time slot, and begtm to take attendance seriously, just about everybody felt compelled to put in an appearance. And so, when the BIG DAY arrived, the once empty stands were filled from wall to wall with screaming fans, all passionately involved with the spectacle that was unfolding before their very eyes . Row after row of swimmers pulled on their rubber skull-caps, mounted the blocks and at the signal of the starter, jumped or fell into the water and moved forward, swimming or wallowing. When the excitement was over and all the half-drowned swimmers dragged from the water, we managed to get down to pool-level and press 1VIr. Baxter, the organizer of the occasion, for a few comments: Westminster im- mediately got off to an excellent start by winning the first two events, the crescendo and irmertube relays! In fact, Westminster maintained the lead throughout the entire meet and ended up winning the John Alloway Award for senior-school inter-house swimming com petition . After about two hours of spirited house competition, the final event placed we Westminster in first place, York second, with Win- chester and Canterbury tied for third place. Although there was considerable student participation this year, it is proposed that the Gala next year be run in such a manner as to facilitate total upper school participation as is the case in the junior School. With house spirit as strong as it was this year, next year's swimming Gala promises to be better then any to date! ed. 4 A ! I i JUNIOR TRACK DAY JUNIQR SWIM GALA Suddenly, at l:l3 l'.Nl.. eight muscular tug-of-war participants. led by Tim and Frog , strained on an eighteen-metre length of rope. The WT9 jtmior School Track and Field Meet was un- derway. Fogden and Smitty were on the starting blocks for event ntunber two. but where was Mr. Birkett. the starter? Later. a protest was filed by Winchester House Master. Nlr. Stevenson. He claimed. Neil MacDonald went mider that last hurdle. Immediately the parents hissed. Mr. Stevenson blushed. Mr. Smith giggled, Dr. Barlow frowned, and Mr. Dlmkley made the result official. The feature race of the day was approaching. How could Winchester. York and Canterbtuy hope to defeat two-time Junior School Athlete-of- the-Year. lan Edward 'f Mr. Smith 's strategy was to dispatch Chase. Culverwell and Johnson on a blocking assignment to allow Bird to assume the lead. Mr. Baxter of York had a more sportsmanlike approach: Gen- tlemen , he said. Be good Georgians and and He was rudely interrupted by the starting whistle. Edward coasted home an easy winner. ln the final event. Coach Omera pulled a fast one . claimed the irate Westminster House Master. Nlr. Smith. What are al 6 you going to do about it? Well. Mr. Dtmkley smiled. Mr. Omeara chuckled. Dr. Barlow relaxed. lVIr. Birkett whistled. Mr. Rutherford arrived. the boys shook hands and the Track Meet was over. Results: Cant. - West. - York - Win. Mr. Dtmkley' X ,- vfff- Y VJ ':.-' . 5' by . VJ -, y - Q-. liyen though nobody knew where or when it was to take place. until such time as it did luke place. the ,lunior Swimming Gala lllll lake place, was well-attended. and as successful as anyone could wish. House spirit always svcllls a little more undead in the junior School than in the Senior. and this year was no exception. Throughout the eyents. owing to the closeness of the competition and the mathematics of the scorekeepers. it was impossible to tell which house would win. and the unfortunate few who tried were kept guessing and second - guessing right up lmtil the final relay. Enthusiasm never abated. Swimmers diyed and bellyflopped into the pool and swam furiously. panting and kicking up gallons of spray. Shrill cheers arose from the corners. where the remaining members of each house were collected. and stood shiy ering and screaming. When the scores were finally tabulated. York emerged the not- so-decisiy e victor. defeating Canterbury by a mere two points. Third was Westminster and the fotu'th-place team was. ineyitably. Winchester. Dana Crang. the House Captain for lork. was presented with the heayily-named silverware. the Georgian Junior School Challenge Shield. by Hrs. Scarbek-Borowski. hlr. Baxter. the creator. designer and organizer of the whole affair. was again solicited for his com- ments: Perhaps the most exciting single eyent was the yery lirstf This was the llltl yds. Freesty le ,Iunior School Championship, open to any boy in the ,lunior School. l.ast year this important eyent was won by Mex lfogden. who was then in Grade Six. lllllls year. alter a close race. ,Xlex came second, losing graciously lo our new Junior School Swimming lfhampion for IWW. lan lfdward. lan is lo be congralulated not only on winning the eyenl. but on setting a new junior School rceornl in the proecs I I. l.l.lltvll I'll. Q7 V ,,,.w : X' R 5 Qi.. , .' . .QQ , Q , Y' 'inacwi - ' l -' ' An, .I J.-. E' - rx -'K .. l If Q' , -+x'j:f-I' -'A QD' A -4 A ,Y . ': i f 1 ,.f 'I 0 w 'fd f ., . E , ...-1ll!!!'T'.e. in - A A ,lgr-'N 1 ,. QP, -sf.. . 'bv HOUSE STANDINGS: WINCHESTER WESTMINSTER YORK CANTERBURY 3805 3505 2840 2470 INDIVIDUAL STANDINGS: MARK HUNTERXIAN WILKS CAM CRASSWELLER CAM CLOKIE ERIC FERGUSSON DEAN TURNEY NICK SHILLETTO ,,,.. 1 ,Z Xx- HOUSE POINTS! We have it from the chairman of the House Committee himself, Paul Lynch, that the accumulation of house points which gave Winchester victory in this year's competition was due not to the size of its member's muscles, but to the size of their brains. Dozens of nimble-minded Winchesterians are to be congratulated for so carefully nurturing their averages and giving their house three bountious har- vests of academic points. In contrast, the other houses drew most of their sustinance from the grimey bodies of their athletes - from team points, from athletic letters, trophies and other regalia. Certainly these houses were not out of the competition entirely, Winchester surpassed the second place finisher, Westminster, by a paltry 300 points, merely 7.876 of its total earnings. But this may be attributed to the fact that the Chairman, himself an athlete, constructed the competition in such a sway that the occasional unac- counted-for bonus point was slipped to those of his own species. The most ravenous individual house point collectors this year were two members of the winning house, Mark Hunter and Ian Wilks whose immutable greed and competitive spirit enabled them to push their totals to a glorious 220, unseating last year's Chief Proponet of House Spirit, Cam Clokie. Clokie was also surpassed by Cam Crassweller, who, as a truly athletic Winchesterian, represented a not undesirable deviation from the norm. The names of Eric F ergusson, Dean Turney and Nick Shilletto com- plete the list of the Magnificent Seven. who strove bloodily to lance the school of its dreaded infections. apathy and ennui lleftl. ed. BACK ROW: Geoff Bernardo, Bruce Lawes, jamie Brenzel. Mark Hunter. Keith Lawes, Peter Gibson, Mr. Tansey. FRONT ROW: Brian Tobin, Cam Clokie. lan Deflass. Andrew' Podniecks. Cam Crassweller. David Hill. ABSENT: Paul Lynch. SOCCER r ,J 1- H. U Q ,y I 1--tv - 4 . FIRST TEAM This season was yery much one of the tmdatmtable chasing the l1l'lt'3l.t'l1iilJlt'n. as most of the other schools gave us soccer lessons. lt is to the credit of the team that it remained together as a unit and worked together to stem and to dream of turning. the tide. Our best games were against Crescent and St. :Kndrew 's. where the defence played snperlatiy e soccer to lapse only momentarily lwihereupon the damage was donel. Congratulations to the defence for neyer giying up. l hope that yutl enjoyed your small successes as much as l did. The forwards performed beautifully against Pickering and Appleby and showed that they were capable of good soccer gixen 4 little time and space. It was. howeyer. the spirit of the team which I enjoyed most. on our away H trips and at our practices lthonggh l would haye wished for a better attendance record from some of our slilrsl. It is this spirit that has always helped St. lienrgcls teams suryiye the season in good heart. Indeed. some would say that il is all we hayc: and what for ill Xlr. l.tllse'y UNDER SIXTEEN With every single member of last year's Under Sixteen team having graduated to the First Team, left the school. or sought temporary retirement , this year's team was composed entirely of rookies . This was, then, primarily a rebuilding year for the team, but nevertheless. its statistical record was nothing to blush about. We won three out of the eight games that we played, and of the five that we lost, a few were very close and could have been won with a little luck . In any case, the whole team on occasion exhibited an astonishing level of physical stamina and determination, trying to out-run the opposition, even if it couldn't always out-score them. One of our most effective offensive threats was the Birozes dash , a quick downfield sprint by Anthony Birozes to intercept the ball or collect a pass in front of the enemy Ilfbl. This, combined with our various other strong points lfor example, Steve Crerar's kicking legl gave this highly spirited team a season not soon to be forgotten . Mr. Walker 102 BACK ROW: Peter Anthony, John Gilbert, Hugh Phillips, Jeff McCormick, Stanley Janacek Rob Allison, Chris Crassweller. FRONT ROW: lVl.r. Walker, John Edwards. Tom Fogden. Steven Crerar, Anthony Birozes Doug Smith. Paul Beattie, Bruce Alexandor. uk' f- JV'-g. L. nz-1' Nalin, UNDER THIRTEEN The Under Thirteen team was put together for a three-day tournament at Hillfield in October. In spite of the loss of Ian Edward, one of the team 's outstanding forwards, St. George's emerged with a record of two wins and three losses, and the well-deserved reputation of a fair and unrelenting side. The team was, moreover, a highly spirited one, as was demonstrated both on the field, by the headlong dives of Andrew Crerar, and off the field, by a few rowdy bus-scenes. Mr. Smith UNDER FOURTEEN This year we have what is called a good, solid season , hovering about the 500 mark with a record of three wins, four losses and three ties. The most evident feature of the team's play was the constant activity of the players: they were never out,-hustledn and they never gave up chasing the ball, even when, all too often, they found themselves chasing it back into their ovm end. Some of the best displays of skill came from the team's two leading scorers, Roger Cattell and Rio MacGiffin, whose well-taken chances often gave rise to victory tor protection to respectabilityl. Also of note was the goaltending of Htl h IIHXX IL... .11 ,lnlltic Klan l'ln--1-on Niucl kklulc. Xl--il , A 'ilsirs tlio, Hunt Ittvtk lm- IU' . .ll X : NllfX1'4nhII, fill! L 'tim fiiffill. Itnl. klltlioltx, Xllkt- Xalentin--, Hog.-v tiallell. Xlnlr--it 4 ver tr 21 first'-me l.g,un Tony Wilson, which was constantly excellent, and married. if exer. only by such unnatural phenomena as when the large-bodied players nf Ridley used high winds to send a shot from mid-field, in a great arc over the goaltender. into the net. The M.Y.I'. of the team was. of course. its captain. llolm Anthony. When asked what the team 's most effective strategy was, some say, a quick pass over to Valentine on the wing: others say it was missing the bus for away games. Whatever it was, it is significant that the Linder Fourteen Team only discovered how well it really could play when it encountered its most difficult opposition. Nlr. Smith ILMIK NNW : ,lonatlian llnrnside. llrian t.h.u . I url 5llllll. Ulster Xlm hell, lhunl llemlnroski, fillris hhvfllltllllll. l'u-ter llirtl, Xlilu' xilll'llllllt', tin-urge l'.m.-N, l ltUN'I' lifllh 2 led lifvlillll. lflake NIlIl.lNhlll let--r l .mics--n, l'.tul 'lm-I. X1--ivan 1 M.- - ' xxx , A P - 'S 'I .-W. saw- -mh- gqy., 1 V I . Q . X' ix XA xx v .,.. uv- ' A fuaw for--w fwf, gvrfmg V. .A - w:f ' v . ' '- L, b 1- ' '- Jvsgeag-k.fff?i- ' '-',,,,Sg:,,..f un ,.,,1,, i.-an-rm w . Qwp-,s:Q '?:fMT:h.s g, ,Sw i Q55--53 'A ,,,. f ,.. iv - -3 ':':.nr 'V 4' pm . - ff 3 . . .M-wg! .,,,,1 P- 'X'3'.....L.,. ........ .,. RQ A if ' , , , - , . L. E - Nga J , k 'V' 'I a, -'S' f ,gf A ,M- . QL-12... ' 'ra .4-:anis . fselz?1 ' - .I- .1 PM U, F ' NL ig.....N ,2 lik? New 1 QZXILQQ ' H1 V F JI . 4:55 'vri ,. V ' -.cpu-, L, '?3ff's1'drgs , 1 Q-'-M v . . f 'Af mm J K-1 Jim, lb -.. Q A , . I-'.i'!:l.--K-.':Luakal1'.JsJv:Ii an as.. Q, ... C., fa 1,1 if , L 7? , ' Q Qi -:Q H in , f,f Ht ns TR .-1 L35 -sf ii i' ': 1 x .-51 P 7.8. -sf 'E' . 4-.17 -Q s,.N 4 f' 5' Q 'QL - n-in . 'mai 8: M HOCKEY Q 4 Q F? FIRST TEAM This season we proved con- clusively to the athletic super- powers of the I.S.S.A.A. that we do, and always will, belong in the First Division of the hockey league. And we were not merely com- petitive lan aphorism used in- discriminatly by generations of sympathetic hockey coacheslg we actually began to sniff at the in- toxicating fumes of Victory, albeit timidly. We tied a couple of teams far more highly ranked than ourselves and, for the most part, won our share of games. A fifth place finish was proof of our abilities and expectations, for we found oursevles DISAPPOINTED with it, after having htmg on to fo1u'th place for the greater part of the season. To put it in yearbook-l1ockey- write-up vernacular, the team 's success was due to a group of rookies and a core of veterans coming together and working very hard to make an effective unit . This year, however, it was true: we did perfomi in a way that surprised just about everyone and we did it because we worked together as a team and because we worked hard. Much of the credit for this must, of course go to our coach Mr. McMaster, who was lured out of retirement this year, brimming BACK ROW: .lock Maclachlan, Rob Secor, Rob Shuttle, Bill Dafoe, Patil Lynch, Mr. McMaster. Mike Richardson, Keith Lawes, Doug Chaddock, Bryan Cambell, Mark Worral, Dave Hilliker. FRONT ROW: Nick Shilletto. Peter Levitt, Mark Hunter, John Millen, Cam Crassweller, Peter Gibson, George Flint, James Carl. - -'f'-'.t ? 1.- ' ., .1' ' wy-, ' . . fg'f?'-sy - I ' R, iQ..,i'. , I-,-g5r7::1f: 1 qi M Y-fs.: , ' '. , - -if Rt' ' .t 'Q I . 4 4'L.. J: ' 1. -- A :r , , - f-.gyg :vt e . . 1 'Q-.,,,. . . . '1' X ' f - fifgzi' f- Q .' . ..' -512-2 1- . 'Q5 . Qi -Pie' 1,ibi'- 1 . - 4 is-'s '-1:1-V-1 is - 'Q x i fn- : :f V r rf' N-ff X. 5- 5 feml Vi- ..-T' ,i m ix - . W. fi .. ff t , 1. ' ,.-fr ze- ,V it i s - ' - .+L W , . 'rj' ' ,Jw L .Z f ' . . Q ,. 1 'Q zs13YlfZJ1., f.:p5f'...,. -35. s -...95gbhg., ing,-g.r,5. V ua nj. . ,tt I .. .. ty, ,,o' . , . ii -Q fi. 'q,, s?s. H i..3 t'x5'7. ' A .-5 , ' ,r , 35. -, jess :z tw A '. 1 e' ' ,Q a'4Ff++.f't, 't if 1 .wwe-ef' , ' M, ,,,e,...... ,- with revolutionary ideas about circuit training and cybemetics l mental training for the com- petitive athletenl and who came closer than ever before to achieving that elusive blend of old and new, the very essence of a good team. In this respect we must also thank team captain John Millen and the alternates, Cam Crassweller and Mark Hunter, whose leadership was imdeniably effective. After a season when everyone played a major role it might seem foolish to single out players lbut who ever said hockey players were intelligent'?l However, there are some whose play during the season merits special attention. Mark he only plays one way Hunter and rookies Dave Demon Hilliker and Billy Dafoe made great contributions and functioned as the leaders of our forward corps. John Millen and Keith Lawes led a very young defence who, by the end of the season had matured into steady and confident players. Jimmy Carl and myself were porous only very occasionally, usually finding ourselves the battered recipients of enemy pucks. Thanks to all who came out and cheered us wildly and, in par- ticular, to our second-most ac- complished Fan. Dave Rieve. Nick Shilletto BACK ROW: Mr. Love, jamie Zakuta. Anthony Binozes. lan DeHass, Andrew Grieve. Steve Dembroski. Kevin Smith. Cam Clokie. Bill Clarke. FRONT HOW: Doug Smith. Peter Anthony Dave Hill, Hugh Phillips. Murphy. Jim Ovendon. ABSENT: lan Fowler. Jeff Archibald, Doug Smith, Wayne Stokes. UNDER SIXTEEN The Under 16 team was led, once again, by the excellent goaltending provided by Hugh Phillips. A superb backup job was done by Jeff Archibald, who rallied to the cause, dazzling hir. Clayton 's Ul5's with his lightning quick reflexes. Defensively the team was sound. Who would dare penetrate walls composed of players such as David not another penalty Hill, Cam Clokie, Andrew Grieve, Cary Lump 'em Murphy, or Ian The Animal Fowler? It was quite amusing to see opposing players cross the blueline, shoot the puck, if and then scurry for refuge in their own end! It was our offense that other teams feared the most. In one stretch of seven games they scored an impressive forty-two goals! One can only imagine the problems other teams had in getting their goalies on the ice. The scoring prowess of the Anthony Birozes, Jamie Zakuta, Doug Smith line, and the hard checking of the Ballet Bill Clarke, Kevin Smith, Wayne Stokes, and Peter Anthony line gave tremendous support. Finally comes the line with all the character. It was led by centre Jim Ovendon, who won the I.S.S.A.A. skating championship while playing with us. He received six straight insh- BACK ROW: Fraser Clokie, Michael Borscli, Mr. Clayton. MIDDLIC ROW: Darryl Kereluik. Brent Routledge. Paul Darrigo. Alan Howard. Tom Bela-h. FRONT ROW: Harty McKeown, John Gare. Bill jackes, Tim Jewell, Ted Brezina, Jonathan Bumside. ' I v ...Pt 5.9 scores - however, only a 5.8 from the Trinity College judge. Other members of this line in- cluded Steven Dembroski, who never ceased to amaze, and lan DeHass, who found it quite dif- ficult to get that third goal for a hat-trick. In conclusion, I would just like to say that if there is one main reason which made this team so enjoyable to be part of, it was our coach, Mr. Love. For that we thank him most generously. Special thanks must also be extended to Kevin Bradshaw for his help in raising our team to new highs! Cam Clokie UNDER FIFTEEN The season was a big one. Under the superlative coaching of Mr. Clayton, we achieved a T-4-I record. Our success hinged on the scoring ability of Fraser Clokie, the strong defensive work of John Gare, Allan Howard, Rob Allison and Darryl Kereluik. and the solid goaltending by Scott Burk lwho drinks Brice during intermission! and Paul Darrigo. We beat every team at least once, except for S.A.C., whom we lost to by S-l,-l- G-H-T margins. In the first game against S.A.C. Mr. Clayton was forced to referee, and we lost in spite of his B-dash . Nevertheless, wins over l'.C.C. and Appleby made us a tea.n ln lw reckoned with and gave- us a season to remember. Bill Jackes , I -Q. 31. a V 2.-q f 'x f 'N Y. . . ,.,.,,5., .X. 3, Q, MLW,-5.,,. A QMS I .n- 5 . . Q ' Sbff .al-.ft gin- 1 ' .v . .ages fagff I vs ,,1.Q Q , L, .v' 'S ,,J BN A I -A fw ' Y mb i- , .,v. A...- f wg- ' ,gm - ,. gf. L., 4-3 9 rfwfviv fi f' 1 f 4-..a,,.,, . - -. . aff- V , -H '. -fi' -xx 'aug -f J.. Az. v 3. if ' Q., . -1 'ffl' 1-X ' .Lk , u . - 'af'Vr-- ' A 554584-fr-esz' - ,ls . , . ,QPSK i4 b,A,.'5.:-i-.pn , A I ,S P112 1 ' u .I 71 haw H. A uri - ' zz ' 1.. FN f ,,l.:f-f . - Ew Q , C v y F Q3 QFQ , l 'v A. Y ' NX 2 gp' f . mr I-A f ' ' i Q 1 A, 1. E, ff. 4.45255 X N'- .s,, 0 N' .5 - 'A 7 44 X... N X N z N N In the 1979 Ski Season the F 1' Ski Team participated in 3 ISAA Ski meets. On the whole we had a good season. Our first encounter with the slopes was a very wet one. Trinity College School hosted the meet quite successfully. Next was a cross- country race held at Rousseau Lake School. Despite the cold weather it was quite fun. This year, we again hosted the ISAA Alpine Championships at Georgian Peaks. Due to the efficiency of lVIr. Kerr and Mr. Walker, Peter Keresteci, Skip McGrath, and Jay Murray, the race was a success. Thanks to Mr. Kerr and Mr. Walker for their coaching and organizing and to the skiers who came out to the meets. Good luck in the future. A. Trusler FIRST TEAM Basketball is an athletic in- dulgence played by tall. ugly spastics who have neither the physical. or the intellectual capacity' to participate in the ultimate sport. hockey. lt is refreshing to reveal that this year's team was a most worthy exception. If there is one thing that could very profotmdly: be stated about this collection of gentlemen. it is that they were. above all else. outrageously handsome. But it requires more than good looks to discover the meaning of success: it takes perseverance, sacrifice, good clean living and voltune. We were a loud and vocal contingent who. lmder the for- reaching influence of Dave Davies. shouted our way' to an lmsiu-passed record of wins and losses. which put us fo1u'th out of eight in the I.S.5.A.A. first Division standings. 'l'hough we were meek and shy off the court. the vocal enthusiasm from the bench transformed us into a mould not tmlike that of the inspirational image often exhibited by our enlightened coach. Mr. Dtmkley: a cruel and intimidating collection of savages who would bite and scratch for the opportunity to sacrifice pride and bodies for the sake of a loose ball. 1 x X If BASKETBALL BACK ROW: Paul l.el'iane. l'aul Mane. Rob Linghorne. Dau- Davies. l'at Baillie. l RUN'l' RUR : jamie Brenzel. James Usborne. liric lfergusson. Xrthur lkeunetly. Nlr. Dunkley. The feat of handing liidley their only loss of the season was oy er- shadowed by the yearis highlight which occurred when Arthur Kennedy propelled himself through the ceiling of the upper school gym after scoring a single hut glorious point from the foul line. l.'nphased by those ugly mon- sters beneath the rim. the forwards tliob Linghorne. l'aul Mazze. lion Cowan. l'aul Le l'iane and Day e Dayiesl battled for ey en the most tulreachable rebounds. As rugged as they were. the forwards needed If ,a - -4 Q-1:11 - ' l '- ,.xa,t-:.Q.'q.A.s.-.m it X tv 1. .IQ -19, 1' I... 37' rw.-H 1 x ef g' only to look to the back court to W g , see the team 's real talent. Arthur A liennedy. Jamie Usborne. jamie T i lirenzel and Eric Fergusson dazzled opponents and spectators alike with their smooth moyes. their flashy flakes. and their daring I dribbling. A mist of uncertainty clotltls the ' present expectations of next year's i' 3 -' ' team. But there can be no doubt ' 44 that when the haze has risen a new M ' ,XX furct' will slurllt ftlrllt to cutttlltcl' U ' 1'4 the strong. humiliate the weak. K, :T autl. once again, string the l .tI.tI. lads up lay their basketlialls. ! lfric lfergussou , ' g 1I', .abr I tn' qs, 32 1 A I 4 i l' 111 UNDER SIXTEEN After some thought concerning the Under Sixteen team, I have come to a definite conclusion: The Harlem Globetrotters we ain't . We started off the season with a game at Crescent, which we lost l36-16I. Next, we played S.A.C. As luck lor maybe a little bit of skilll would have it we won this one by about ten points. Following this, however, we had a bit of a losing streak, being defeated lnover- whelmedn might be a better wordl by the U.C.C. Under Seventeens, Hillfield, Crescent, T.C.S., and Appleby. The next game was a home game against the U.C.C. Under Sixteens. This we won in the last second of play with a shot by Stanley ,lanacek to break a tie game. We lost our last four games, playing T.C.S., Hillfield, Ridley, and S.A.C. Who said that having Alisdair Campbell as a team manager was a bad idea? lThe whole team didll Many thanks to A. Campbell for his help and support. Now for the good part - the players. The player with the most team spirit was Carlo lDocl LePiane who, remembering his football team, cheered non-stop throughout the season. lDon's team didn 't win any of the games they played - but they had good team spirit too.l The highest rate of physical activity achieved by any player dining a game was by Andrew lAbdulel Abouchar, whose feet left the ground THREE times. lThis is Abule's personal record.l Best game attendance was by Paul lSuitcasel Keen. Other members of the team were: Captain Jeff Mock, Stan lDopeyl Janacek, Steve lSmileyl lVIcMath, Dave lToo-talll Biurows, Tom lSneezyl Fogden, Bruce lGrumpyl Alexandor, Paul lBashfull Beattie, and, of course, myself. Rather than say that without Coach D'Arcy we would have had a bad season, I think I shall say that without him we would have done worse. Thanks a lot, from the whole team, to Mr. D'Art'y. lan Crassweller ,, . ' n BACK ROW: Paul Keen, Steve McMath, David Burrows, Tom Fogden. Paul Beattie FRONT ROW: Bruce Alexandor, Carlo LePiane, Andrew Abouchar, Stanley Janacek. Jeff Mock, Ian Crassweller, Mr. D'Arcy. ls. i i 3- . UNDER FOURTEEN The St. Georges College Yearbook can at last boast of a team that EVEN STATISTICALLY was successful. Compiling a record of nine wins. no losses and no ties. the Under Fourteens continually swamped their opposition, with an average of 52.8 points per game. ln the final game of the season. they met the only other as yet undefeated team, Ridley: the result was a 03-20 victory. Of course ialmost in spite of such brilliant individual records Charles Magyar's 32 points in a single game, and Tony Wilson 's 20 points per game average! the team did have the odd problem, tripping over the ball, or throwing it back over the ten-second-line and shooting at their own basket. Nevertheless, the team was as solid and consistant as its record. Composed of a handful of basket- hungry forwards and disciplined guards, it conducted its play with methodical ferocity. Wilson, Lomax, Lewis and Maygar con- trolled the ball arotmd the key. while Merrick, Stuart. Istvan and Walker brought it up and initiated the attack. The team 's success must also be attributed to Mr. Smith. its coach, whose vocal presence at the sidelines l grab the bloody ball. you hamburgersnl must surely have been inspirational. v, BACK ROW: Mr. Smith. Brian lnmux. Chris tiilhert. l'uul lilurk. l'uul john-on. l liUN'l' ROW: l'eter Allison, l'eter llird. lltnid llt-tulnro-Li. Ni:-ltolus tiougli, ji-r.-nu V 1'liKl'XilNNi . ed. NJ BACK ROW: Charles Magyar, Tony Wilson. James Brebner. St-ott la-wit. FRONT ROW: Andrew Walker, Stewart lstxan, Andrew Mt-rrit'k. Jeff Stuart. l UNDER THIRTEEN linfortunately we eould not get the Wlltllil team into the picture what is seen here is merely one of its editions. 'l'hough exer-changing it was nexertheless at 'l'lQ.-X31 in its own right. playing in four games during the season. and winning half of them. 'l'hree of the most outstanding players were Gough. johnson. amd llemlmroski. is ho respeetixely excelled in outside shooting, play-making. amd ju-t about exerythiug. liut ue lime it from Nlr. Smith that the ulu-le teann uns. in facet. outstanding. sustaining furious on-t-ourt uvtixity through ull their games. :intl eoutlueting their oun przwtit-t--, without the superxisory pre-t-in-e ol at eourlt. ml 4 . Q 1 M 33 Q. I.S.A.A. VOLLEYBALL TEAM . if- f .KTM s- 4- l1f'if,' V ' gr , fi'5,f ' 3'-' iff' of 1 :ask Ti- f - -' T f f r T 4 ,, ,. . V, -.,, M ,ah in Lt K3 In a 1 Q lv x 1 -3 3 -0- . .-': I , in .af fi 4 . '-rx FRONT ROW: Richard Taylor, Roh Secor, Cam Crassweller, Dave Davies, David Hill. BACK ROW: Bruce Lawes, Keith Lawes, Davis Kanbergs, Paul Lynch. ABSENT: Coach Fulford. This year's volleyball team that went to the I.S.A.A. tournament was only together for some four days. They had but one game prior to the tourney and with this they were forced to face such powers as U.C.C. and Crescent. Our first sign of fate in the tourney was given when we met U.C.C. in the opening game. Although we fought valiantly, we were tactically outplayed and consequently lost. At this point they all thought that our gutsy school was a pushover. Not sol Our one point scored against U.C.C. was only the beginning. We won the next two rounds, qualifying us for the consolation final against T.C.S. 'Lost a squeaker', as they say, despite the dazzling strategy of the coach, the stlmning spikes by Kanbergs, and scintillating set-ups by Taylor. Paul Lynch BACK ROW: Ut-off Morphy, llaxid Joy, Kl'll.lI l lt-tvht-r, l't-te-r Hughes, Doug ,lone-s, Mr. flaxti-r, Milo- l..4'Grt-slt-y, ,lot-l House-fic-ltl. Mark llc-isy. MIDDLE RUW: l'atrit'k Hawkins. Scott Daley. Frasf-r Morrison, Amlrvw Trusler. l RON'l' RUW: Ut-off Guy. Skip Mi-Grath. Steve- Crt-rar. Andre-w Cre-rar. Andrt-is pill'l'. ABSICNT: Joe Levey. L X , , , A V P '. V' ' 11.- ,.-1 -, 55,5-5. V -Y, ' Q .P -ul, ... - , s .- I . fig,-'gf' f ,mf ' 4 - J As'. ? i L 5 x -- '--.- 4- - ' ...ff - - A f 4' t -1, Q s '- .. ' f-'ff f 'nfs f-aff T - 1 A--4 '!' f. 'N 1 ut- 's ' s ff--1- 3- s 1' v ' 'Q ' ' 'Uv' 'R ' ' J .My . X ' gf . .'.' 4 f by Li Q.'A . 'r' q .:- 1 -gill t . F . - , .Q Q.- Mk s . I Sit - .-fa . - r 5 A 1 A . . is. b ,T -F, au -Q' --' . , ff ' 0 , f N? i,t 1 . 4 iw f r .,- 'f ,V-.3--v-cf .I ' ' s-if, '- ' A ' . ',J, t ,, r-, ,xx in v if 1 ,-.4. ...nn- . ' - 6 . WIM TEAM 'l'ht- T8-T0 Swintming season nas by far tht- be-st yt-t. This yt-ar for tho first time-. tw had to turn swintmt-rs away. This is not sur- prising. vonsidt-ring our mow front St. Albanis tthv Ct-sspooll. to Bivltford l'arlt, with its 125 yard pool. 'l'o add mort- invvntiw to Ivam Hlt'l1llJt'I'S lo attt-nd prat'lit'e'. we- tw-rv fortunate to haw tht- t'oat'hing vxpvrtist- of Kevin lla-bm-r and Hit-hard 'llorrt-m-v. two of U. of '1'.'s bt-st. l should not forge-t Nlr. Baxter. who inspire-d otu' te-am to such t-lu-t-rs as Como Mr. Tallyman. tally mt- banana. daylight come and wt- wanna go homt-U. and What's the name- of the- gamt-'.' - Afrit-an Safari! or East African. To such t-ln-t-rs as this we ht-ard such rt-plivs as Watch it. or l'll stab you with nty spt-ar. .-Xt tht- l.S.S..-X..-X. wt- score-d almost tnirt- as many points as in any pn-tions yt-ar. plat-ing us fifth, only a ft-xx points ht-hind l .lI.lI. llad we not ht-t-n so hampt-rt-d hy injurivs this yt-ar. we might haw dont- ht-ttt-r: among tht- mon- prominant vitizt-ns of tht- injury list in-rc stlvlt studt-nts as: Chris Whitney ton all foursl. ,lot- l,4-vvy txsina- and mum-til. and lit-off Nlorphy lUilligan's lslandl: l should not of 1-oursv forge-t Morrison. nhost- grandmotht-r di--tl four time-s in tht- vourst- of tht- st-ason. lht- award for coming front ln-hind to he-at tht- odds this yt-ar got-s to lx.-ith lil:-tvln-r tt in-stiatptaittl lit ln-ating Morrison hy st'Xt'l'1ll si't'0lltls at tht- l.S.5.,-X.,-K. nn-4-t. l haw fault that nt-xt tt-ar. mth all tht- adxatttagt-s gatim-tl front this yt-ar. that St. lit-orgt-'s nill ht-al l .lI.tf. and stand fourth in tht- I.S.S..-X..-X. hlivllilvl lA'lirn'sln'y ' 3, Q fqffgf '55 Vai' QQ1'7'1ff' 4' FT' 3 1 wen 95111 F- .1 '12 ' A p 1- ., ,a... , L in X1 f X ' Q55 L' ,1- :vit v ' - ,. ,Y H., ,gi K r X .xl APY! , 2 M i sf? 5, V I , -at , R 1-REQ 1? ,- L -, ' is L' ' 'V P..-mfg 2 ' V ,gh Q ,.T'gNj,-if-,,. -- -.t 1 .-':. .,ZF i 'sz -f-..L. . 4 k Ui. .f ,L I : -. ,1'o.-'F 7w,..., ' --1,-.1 -Q , - 4, - ,w , ,. ., gf. 1'- ' ' U .legit -2.31. . P ,W , . IL--H -A ' iam -. if '. 1 ,:,.. : . - -1 ,ga , , -2+ ,x 9'm.'.f, ' ' M, -' .' -G-'3:f'.1Q, ',-'. f -- f -' Luci Ax, ' . . J--kfw., 3 ,z . 1 W as f J Vg xl X f' A ' , ei ' . Q - .- -,., -1-...se 1 o M -17 lf you were wondering who those bountiously muscled youths are. who stand to either side of the Swim Team in lwhat must serve asl their team pieture. you will be delighted to learn that they hate at last been identified. Their names are lin alphabetical order! liexin Hebner and Richard Torrance: both swim on the LT. of 'l'. team. They have been serving in the enviable capacity of co-assistanb coaches, helping Mr. Baxter to mold the twenty-six most am- phibious Georgians into a cohesix e and lindeedl virile lmit. That they were at least partially successful is evidenced by the smile that exer plays upon Mr. Baxta-r's lips as he recalls the results of the last relay of the last meet. t'li . TRACK A D FIELD Again this year, the stairways of Founders Hall shook with the pounding and thumping of rubber- clad feet, as the members of the Track team dragged their bodies through another set of lV1r. F raser's practices. Recognizing that, with the graduation of the greater part of last year's team, the outlook for this year's was pretty desolate, Mr. Fraser not only resumed his own activities with all customary vigour, but even went so far as to unleash the Fury of enthusiasm, Mr. Baxter. against the hapless team. The results were inevitable: some of the practices became very long. some of the rubber-clad feet became very sore, and some of the runners became very good. So, although this was designated a rebuilding year . the team came up with some pretty respectable performances at the meets which it attended. In particular, Dean Ttuney ran several excellent races, in the process setting an I.S.S.A.A. record for the 3,000 m. In ad- dition, the Junior relay team that entered the 4 km. event at the St. Andrews Road Race came first lof twol, upsetting the previously undefeated team from Branksome Hall. Indeed. it was at first thought that a new record for the event had been set when the course was completed in under three minutes - before, alas, it was discovered that the rimners had cut through the bushes lor somethingl. Another, this time concluding, reference must be given to Dean Turney who, performing so superbly in all his own events, won the R.K. Fraser award. Of course, in all modesty, Dean refuses to take any credit for his successes. attributing them rather to the inspiring and stimulating effects of Mr. l'roctor's flashing. red arm- band. ed. I- I T EAM M E M B E RS BRUCE ALEXANDOR PETER ANTHONY ROB ANTHONY GEOFF BERNARDO ANTHONY BIROZES MIKE BORSCH CAM CRASSWELLER CAM CLOKIE FRASER CLOKIE SCOTT DALEY IAN DeHASS TONY GRAY JOHN EDWARDS ERIC FERGUSSON I x k., 1 'fx'-'1 I, '. 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A - ' -- . ,. -:r :-N1-- - ., . , 1.- urhvbwt- '71 . in A un., I. f kt! : ' 4, Agn-'g , - ,,.-...it-fm--,.,.--,.... ,Q-.1-.f,..' H- ...,t:.. . --.,.+-- -',,:..3ht- .H '. M. a .. . , ...I u,,..-. Af.,- - 7 .--t ' 'i S' Q ,, .. ,, - s- - 1 ALL DONOFIS ARE DELIGHTFUL - Our Thanks Mr. and Mrs. H.W. Clark International Sports Properties Inc. J.N. Grieve, Esq. Crang and Boake Architects Dr. A. Freiberg Dr. and Mrs. Verbic Dr. R.C. Bull Michael De Pencier Dr. and Mrs. P. Hewlett Mrs. Tinmouth and many others If thou of fortune be bereft And in thy store there be but left Two loaves, sell one and with the dole Buy hyacinths to feed thy soul. -J.T. White 141 CREDITS IAN WILKS: EDITOR PETER BUTLER: PHOTOGRAPHY EDITOR MARK HUNTER: ADVERTISING EDITOR DEAN TURNEY: LITERARY EDITOR RAYMOND DAIVIES: ASSISTANT EDITOR DAVE DAVIES: EDITOR-AT-LARGE MR. FULFORD: CENSOR, ENTHUSIAST PHOTOGRAPHY: P. Butler, D. Davies, I. Wilks, A. Spears and the Photography Club under lVIr. Wilson and P. Butler. ADVERTISING: lVIr. Hunter, J. Ski. LITERATURE: D. Turney, I. Wilks. LAY-OUT: I. Wilks, D. Davies, R. Dames, B. Angus, C. Arnoldi, L. Bosschart, B. Tobin. TYPING: I. Wilks, Miss Thompson, P. Baillie, R. Dames. ALL THIS AND MORE: Mr. Fulford. SPECIAL THANKS TO: lVI.r. Kerr Ifor the odd ideal, Mr. Stevenson lfor literaturel, P. Allison lfor informationl, Mr. Birkett Ifor picturesl, D. Pitman and Mr. Rideout lfor proving there is still hope for the Camera Clubl, and A. Spears lfor storing the Social Committee pop in the yearbook office over the summerl. DEDICATION? I shall dedicate this volume to the woman I know who often passes an afternoon chasing ants off her sidewalk with a can of Raid. If she knew I were doing this, I'm sure she would be delighted, this being the first time any tangible publicity has been afforder her. But she cannot know, nor will ever know - but we are getting ahead of ourselves. Picture the happy, domestic scene. This brittle, old female totters about outside her back door, moving from one concrete paving-block to another concrete paving-block, searching, ever searching, for her prey. And when the image of one of those pitiable hexapeds manages to sqeeze through her cataracts into her brain, her reactions are instant and expert. Most ants never know what hits them. It is a quick and easy death. Don 't call her cruel - indeed, it were best that you call her nothing at all, as you will soon perceive. She does not hate ants, and neither does she enjoy killing them. But she does object to them: in truth, I think she disdains them. There they go, ant by ant, flock by flock, to forage. In curves and swirls they proceed, arcs and jagged corners compose their seperate paths. But each ant, however it may come and go, will inevitably, inexorably find its way back to the moimd with its little corner of a potato chip, there to throw it down and start off again. Always this pattern is the same - the patternless movement that masks the patterned end, the quaint individuality of their form that hides the mechanistic constancy of their cause. Do you, then, see the hypocrisy of an ant? She does and works to obliterate it. And if I should say that all this reminds me of a story I know, would you be siuprised? Or shocked, should I say the story concerns myself? I do believe that the relationship between the two may almost be called analogous - almost, I say, but not quite. It is the poison, you see, that causes problems. You know my story. but can 't perceive my poison. And I'll not tell you what my poison is - though I know you've felt it and perhaps have hated the sensation. But I will tell you why it is. Think of the failures and misery of a school year, first as they were, and then as they were rendered - succulent and flavourful - by that vast and ever-applicable artiface of sugar and ice cream: Sen- timcntality. Now why should we ever be moved to overcome failure and misery if they can be so effectively blotted out in our minds by this other method? Indeed, if we must take all our years and cover them with the dribblings of Sentimentality, so to hide their rancidity, why should we seek, thus thinking as we do of the year, to change it from a state of being in which we cannot conceive it to exist? And we must change our years, if we are to become greater than the ants. To change them we must know them, and to know them we must feel their pain, and to feel their pain we must withold their Great Killer of Pain. Yet this is not so easy to do - not so easy as it might seem, as evidenced by the utter failure of my own endeavours to this end. For Sen- timentality. like a tape-Worm, is not easily gotten rid of. Now, will you refuse this analogous relationship? Will you say, we are not ants, you are not old, and your poison is not a thing but an act ? Indeed, I say, I could have done better - found another person, somewhere, more to the point than this old woman. I could have done better, and now, maybe, you are beginning to see who. For I have tried to do what she does so easily, and I have failed. I have set forth a description of things and events that will never be read - I have assembled pictures and statistics that will be perceived by dulled, modern brains. I have tried to express by all this what it was like, what it FELT like to exist in a particular place, at a particular time, and yet I know the place will crumble as all pieces of in- stitutional masonry, and will fade in the minds of those for whom it has thus been represented. And I know the time is past and can never be invoked, soon to carry with it all those for whom I have tried to invoke it. Yes, I could have done better, and now I think you have guessed the reason why. I think you have just realized the most profoimd truth about the old woman, deeper than her Raid, her ants or her sidewalk - deeper even than her own existence. You know now the quintessential fact, than which no other says more of this old woman and her life - that her Raid, her ants, her sidewalk and even herself, as the fleeting, momentary playthings of a grasping imagination. can never be said to have existed at all. lan Wilks 142 4 , 'R' A ' 4 ' 0 5 W I FLQLIS X 1 N ry 'gmail A m LE YQ PM S ywwddwq 0 QMS N '4 5 X ' x 144 f , 'X' n l 1 I 4 1, J' , 4 18. '67 'I'-A . I 1'-9e'f:A 'ix K -af r, I, 'i 'EB ,K 4 , Xa K L S. it , fe. Jr' f ,gk I ,Ang - X X. Za'-XY s Hx. .y' -W r .gf 1 XX its I 'Q T 5 l i 5 f. C! lf H xg X W I 111-v-qwg 1 an Q I ,Q 2 ' X -I . .5 A V A. , A K ot sl. Q Y . 'T 'UL U .L An., W i a.H1.,' Vit'