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

Text from Pages 1 - 152 of the 1980 volume:

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Mr. Fulford is a gentle man, and a gentleman - but very persuasive. When this, our twelfth yearbook appears, we shall have completed our sixteenth year as a school. During this time we've had our ups and downs. We wouldn't be a very interesting group of people if this were not true. Some incidents in the life of the school seem to bring out the very worst response in us, while others, the very best. Such responses are but part of the human condition. Be that as it x may, I believe we must pause every now and then to take stock of our situation, both as individuals and as a school - to reassure ourselves that we are living by some prin- ciples, and to rededicate ourselves to that principle. The principle which guides the life at St. George's College is expressed in our motto, Scientia- Pietate. To the impatient and untutored mind this phrase remains just a hazy and inaccurate Science and Piety - a very rough translation indeed. In most cases it is easy enough to find literal equivalent for words in foreign languages. The subtlety of language, however, too often prevents the translation of the true spirit of words. Our school motto is a good case in point: The Latin word Scientia can be easily and literally translated as knowledge or skill in . What it implies to us, however, is not just the knowledge we acquire in the classroom and through study, but that knowledge which allows us to begin to understand the external world, and, most importantly, our inner selves, and our place in the world.' The word Pietas , however, presents a little more difficulty. Our first inclination is to associate it with the English word Piety - religious devotion. In classical Latin, however, the spirit of the word is more accurately rendered by the English word dutifulness or dutiful conduct - toward the gods for Godj, toward one's native country tpatriotismj, and toward one's fellow humans fcompassionj. The principles implicit in this motto offer each and every one of us worthwhile guidelines for our lives. If we acquire knowledge, both of self and of the world around us, and use that knowledge with compassion and respect in all our dealings with our fellows, we shall not go far wrong. Yours sincerely, .l.D. Allen, Headmaster Junior School Principal's Report MACROTERMES BELLICO- SUS lives on the arid plains of Ethiopia. This blind, white termite spins out its existence within a complex structure Q9 metres high by 3 metres widej of galleries, staircases and arches, and within a society, the functioning of which confounds every attempted analysis. Each individual on these giant nests performs his own work with infallible, undistracted skill in the midst of a confusion of others, all tumbling over each other to align bits of earth on precisely the right configurations for warmth and ventilation of the eggs and larvae, and the protection of the nest. Each termite spends his brief life in a social enterprise that extends back into what is for it, the deepest antiquity. ln a month or so an entire generation vanishes, yet the nest can go on for centuries. If two or three termites in a chamber begin to pick up pellets and move them from place to place, nothing comes of it. However, as more join in, they seem to reach a critical mass, a quorum, and purposeful behavior begins. Beautiful, curving, sym- arches, and perfectly metrical ventilated architecture are created. The term stigmergy tincitement to worki was coined to describe this phenomenon. It appears that the product of work itself provides both the stimulus and the in- structions for further work. tThe term would make an excellent motto for the schoolli. But where is the brain that directs this activity? If a single termite is isolated from its fellows, yet provided with every biological necessity, it soon perishes. lt has no existence apart from its life-unit. Termites, like other social insects, appear to live two kinds of lives: they are in- dividuals, going about the day's business with little thought for t0m0rr0w, and they are at the same time, component parts, cellular elements, in the huge, writhing organism of the nest. They are a collective society with the capacity to behave like an organism. Like cells of the human body, each had a function that contributes to the common good of the whole, but each soon dies when separated from the others. lt is fascinating to contemplate these individual animals that seem to be self-transcending in their relation to a dense society. It is tempting to apply such an analogy to the concept of the Christian com- munity. Zoologists caution us not to attempt to offer explanations of animal behavior on human terms. The behavior of insects is mechanical, like small robots, unhuman. We violate science when we try to read human meanings into their arrangements. However, there is no reason why we cannot proceed in the other direction. Perhaps some of the collective activity of termites may shed light on human behavior. lt is in our institutions, com- mittees, and political divisions that we experience our conjures in- telligence. WE build our social edifices through the contributions of many, achieving a collective creation that is far greater than any one participator can bring about. St. George's College is such a construct. Certainly the school has been and is, shaped by individuals, but once that process has begun, it takes on a life of its own and continues to evolve on its own fashion, directing and leading the human cells to its ends. We sometimes try to identify part of this hidden force by calling it tradition, or what Chesterton called the democracy of the dead , but most of it remains hidden. Unlike the termites, the human elements of St. George's can exist separated from the whole, but only because human beings, as the ultimate social animal, belong to more than one nest . Other coextensive communities share the same members. How drive, organization and purposeful behavior can occur within the enormous complex of ten million termites is beyond our present knowledge. Similarly, we find it difficult to comprehend how a College of so many distinct and changing individuals can assume an identity different from any one of its parts, how it can evolve a nature which allows it to be differentiated from other schools, and how that per- sonality can continue to develope. But it does haye life of its own, moulded by individuals and tradition of Church Schools from St. Augustine on. lf uc ignore that, we do it a disscrxicc. AS. liarloiy Principal .l unior School STAFF STUDENTS Rob Evans: Always the first to point out a person's strong points. Q David Hilliker: A veteran since grade tiveg either he's strong willed or a glutton for punishment. Grads Paul Mazze: Height 6'1 g weight 1553 age 18: have basketball will travel. V, ,Q .rs ,,. Mark Worrall: An athlete that suffers the agony of de knees. Geoff Bernardo: I believe Fred Flintstone bears great insights to the l980's. Pal Burka: Adam Smith would be happy to see your model economy. Doug Chaddock: Would you commute all the way from Pickering every day?? -:ul ,gi -9' W Mark Hiesey: The ERR of the greal Harlequin literary empire. John Ball: John Ball: wow Deja Vu! 1.-.I , ,- John Skey: the Canadian gigilo and glamour boy. Ray Dames: Ray is a born politition - VOTE FOR THE ODD MAN OUT!! William Dafoe: We hope he finally does reunite the Beatles. -11 I, -.,?w7-Y-vw 11 -v .. . of, ' ' ,,--.4 ll' E ? ,. 9,-II' bf Yir ' 'n .' an A ' '11 . . fr e. . 'Lg , A, Jr' r '14 'Dlvid Heron: The self-proclaimed genious of S.G.C. Rob Sccor: What this, Rob Secor looking through the teacher's notes ...? 213' X .-,lin .. x ' 'Say , 'f 4-'--Q.l+3m1...4nf 1- '45-if Jim Belchz Shy, but cute! Q Paul Shepherd: Paul's Swedish sabbatical taught him many of life's important lessons. NUDGE, NUDGE, WINK, WINKV' ll, gi ,ije lf T16 v 1 1,-, 54: Tr F , 13 Q S Z? 1 in S' iii 4 Peter Hughes: Ever since his blow Hole experience, Peter has loved :he sea. V A i e e r on r A , 21 1, , Y 3 l ' we v if gk 4 I it John Northcoll: These are the strongest hands in the world! Dave Davies: S.G.C's very own John Belushif' J lr: ? N Q fa-157 - Rob Beaumont: Hi l'm Rob, l live in the valley. gration - Geoff Morphy From Geoff Morphy :he loner I0 Geoff +5 3 if 'fur V! JC M, yfff' 'L' X R, is 'Y' I James Taylor: No kidding, .I.T. is one of us. ,.--- x ' . J ur, l A Scott Roos: Art Senior likes to mix lux worn V elill diving and skiing. Mike Cira: Mike's success with asteroids makes him top runner for the upcoming manned Mars' probe. vt ,,,.t. 5 f13' Richard Stewart: WAAH WAAAAI-IH! x O C UMR Peter Crossmanz CROSSMAN'S RULE - APATHY!! Ian Schenkel: He really applied himself this yearg he grew an inch and is now a frisbie expert. ' ' Dereck McNiece: Look out Mork, here comes Dirk! Mike Heron: Honestly, I thought he was l6. . Q 1 ips-4' ix Josh Lalncr: Thr: antithesis of class! Jock MacGlachan: Some scnac of humour, ARR ARR. I Chris Winship: This man put two inches on each arm! f, Lindsay Smith: This is Lindsay and his new partner. , ix Y X I Q1 M s . . ,sw X .sig ... .' Rob Shuttle: Hey, l'm a prefect. Tom Moog: Wow, those stairs were awful f... -. . Jkmfnax K Ken Breubaker: 1 never thought Algebra could be so tasty. nl' . Gary Stein: Gary is off to college to learn how to draw circles. J 4 ff ' H J' s X is Rob McCelland: Hey, how about another party at my cottage. 4 1 L I x - Q-. ' A. 1 - ' Please God, let Princeton call today! 4? 1B E 1F Q W u yu gr b C . X. ' x I I 1 F n w s Q v4 - . ! 5 BACK: J. MaeLachlan, W. Dafoe, G. Morphy, P. Shepherd, R. Dames, P. Burka, M. worratt, R. Mectettand. S FRONT: R. Shuttle, D. Hilliker, Head: M. Heisey. Possibly, more so than any other year, the obligations of a Prefect, this year, has involved strong leadership, calling for a thoughtful, positive enforcement of school rules and regulations. A major factor in achieving the tasks put before us was in having a group of in- dividuals with different personalities and diversified talents. Let me introduce The Mafia to you, as l see them. Pat Burka - Mr. Reserved - there's talent there! Bill Dafoe - Mr, Serious - A hockey star as well! Raymond Dames - Mr. l.oveable - How does he do it? Mark Heisey - The Enforcer - Has been there first! Jock MacLachlan - Mr. Handsome - Also a gourmet cook! Rob McClelland - Mr. Enthusiasm - Especially for the girls! Geoff Morphy - The Organizer - He's g0l the know howl Paul Shepperd - The Brain - He's a tsise one! Rob Shuttle - Mr, Cool - A stcady hand on the wheel! Mark Worrall f Mr, lntelligent - He's got it all and myself Dave Hilliker - Hoping some of all their talents rub oll' in my direction. This year a master was appointed to discuss current problems with the Prefeets and Mr. Clayton assumed this responsibility and he has been tremendous help. One of the great joys of being a l'rel'eet is to hate our own room equipped with luxurious couches, l'.X'.. stereo, frig and other such perks. The Prefeet Room Is often used as a place of relaxation to get away from the pressures of grade l3. lt is a regular occurrence to see Rob Shuttle and Rob Nletlelland debating oxer which ol the Sunshine tnrls on the wall is the bestg or Bill Daloe practrstng his slap shot before that .ilternoon's game. or Cieoll Morphy reading about the neo carburetor he is going to put in his 2-itll. XX htle all ol this is going on, l am trying to lrnd still yshy Raymond Dames missed .lunior School Assembly, againfl One ol' the highlights ol the year lids been a lopsided touch lootball game ystn ot er the girls from Hranksome, an excellent breakfast and tour ol BSN stttlt 22 gorgeous Prefeets, and a tolleyball game, in par- ticular, was more social than sports oriented and some ol the Preteets are still .i little danled oser these coed aetnities' Une sad note marred an otherwise successful tear - the loss of the l'rel'eet Nlastots lhcy -yere such latbulous posters and prostded us with great Inspiration' l r A be 1 s r O ,gli 1 sf? 2 :e.'f, 'f Q. Mr. I'll Play Anything K A 5-. Tony - captain 'fF u . Gardner days 5 F.. f. Ex 'I ir- an Q 1 K ,RA 5 Mr. Demierre QI likesymphonies too. J ig! been an decades. ' 'Q for QQ .1- - V- ,,,, l 3 1 Lx x ' 6 S? . N4 uM,,, in w Q.. s Q 1 'fs 'A Q ... McMaster lS3 A SX 12. g Z . fin 1 n I ...M . 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O ye sons of men, how long will ye turn my glory into shame? How long will ye love vanity, and seek after leading Selah? 5 I x ..i-. .4 . . V ... f sk S I x Q A TYPICAL FRIDAY I tried to listen, but I had a dearth of talent in religion. The practice of using words was an innovation to the students of l2C. But know that the Lord hath set apart him that is godly for himself: the Lord will hear when I call unto Him. I started to wonder if the Lord would console me if I failed the spelling dictation. I hoped He was not hypocritical. I thought I was in heaven sitting on my own Little Cloud. Stand in awe, and sin not: commune with your own heart upon your bed and be still Selah. Where was the Lord when I gf ,, xy Q, XC? Q lp 1' . fl y . . ,lr 15 J I P. Le Piane A. Hall R. Forgiel M. Cochrane R. Werda A. Bonar P. Miller L. Bosschart C. Payne D. Jones C. Murphy S. Dembroski R. Keilty P. Rider J. Archibald S. McGrath J. Sedgwick W. Stokes D. Shepherd J. Zakuta needed Him for my last dictation? I felt like I was an infatigable speller. Those words were still going through my brain. I could not get rid of them. Father Scott tried to inculcate a sense of the Lord's Will into the students in the chapel through the calm euphony of his voice. I will both lay me down in peace, and sleep: for thou, Lord, only make me dwell in safety. I felt someone nudge my arm and suddenly 1 was aroused. Andrew, the new boy told me I had fallen asleep. P.B.P. Holmes Infillratgyr Rabble Rouser . Q K i How does one summarize a year of school. For the most part, everything one learns in class is forgotten at the end of the year Cand in many cases the next dayj. Often one can be caught in a dull routine or rut. It is natural for most people to look at their watch six or seven times per periodg but there is always a feeling as one graduates from grade to grade, one has left something behind one can never find again. The daily ritual of the class of l2F is made bearable by its humour and its character. This class is a collection of people who think and act very differently yet all have something in common. We have individuals that always stick in the back of our minds. One thinks of De Haas twinkling, Lawes flexing, Keresteci talking When we look back on our life at St. George's that is what we will remember Ungers monsieuring, Bechard social committeeing, Morrison babbling Twelve - .A 'Qzziii 1 TN Q . A. Truslcr I. Campbell J. Osborne A. Kennedy E. Bechurd la Nlorrison P, Keresteci L tml' I .1-kt Huiliit' 'Xrigus l tiger litxliifii- Nlcl .nur Hell lilly L larle hlynn Iklhlll C lt1l.1t' Nui-wil dt' Htm- -Xrnultl O. V Eleven D D. Pitman C. Edwards S. Janecek J. Kosich K. Wiseman - v , D. Kanbergs K. Paisley . x l. Fowler K. Clarke 3, A. Birozes '. ' P. Anthony A Q R. Taylor G. Baird M. Vanderheyden D. Smith ah gig 31 SFOTZ' C. LePiane tr? K ' S. Burk . 'A A LOOK AT ll D A new addition to our school life this year is the detention system. These have had an effect on all classes including ours. The detentions are given out for various reasons, even being late. Even the best excuses will not get you out of a detention. The best try I have heard is Bruce Alexandor's. Sir, I'm late because 1 was scraping the cement off Till's shoes. Even this try, although true, failed. You can also receive detentions for failing to do your homework. If you are naturally forgetful you can wind up in big trouble. One person in our class received three detentions in one week for forgetting history homework. Four detentions in two weeks means that you have to come to the school for an hour on Saturday morning. The only good part of this is that you can do all the homework you have not forgotten. Another hint is never laugh in the detention room no matter what happens. This is because you are forced to stay perfectly quiet or stay an extra half-hour. Scott Burk will attest to this. These are the ins and outs of detentions, but don't expect to keep a clean record. Mr. Allen says that everyone should have at least one before the year is over. Gordon Baird llX il 'i l 1 l Q l979!80 was not a bad year - well it wasn't THAT bad a year. Even the timetable could have been worse. Every day started off with disorganization and general pandemonium oops - history. Speaking of history, it's a wonder Mr. Love survived this yearg some people still aren't sure whether he did or not. Most days had a good ending with either a single or double sleep and homework period oops - that's English or is it? What's in a name? lt was, however, an un- questionable weird year, due to the fact that most of the people in the class ARE kind of weird. And the others were just a bit strange or normal, which made them weird, right? ln all fairness though, I think people would generally feel that we all learned a fair amount, except those who were out of it. You know the type with their feet not quite on the ground. As I look around the class, ducking chalk and hymn books, I feel there is no one afraid to face the omnious years ahead when we encounter university, and the more immediate perils of grade 12, with the same intrepid spirit of ad- venture and enthusiasm which carried us through grades 10 and ll. G. Fox Q l J K .I T ' In N S , xi . X . P p L C , 1 R ' i l , N Cl. Q, P IJ .l. Labatt J. Sladek Me Eleven u W l1.'l L' Nl.-.5 l.i'wlul lrgissvuellcr l.ii.r11er limtixc K ir'-1.7. Deny. Rzde fu Keen lill linncgun Xflisivii NK cstrrfi Nl.ifdrt,l l'-tx 'Xlllivlrnll lttnnul A I ' r X 0 -3 X N X-1. 'I Ten-G The Upper School adopted a new class naming system this year, abandoning the old 1 or 2 after the grade and putting in its place the first letter of the form master's name. We were 10-G for Gardner. But it wasn't long before this name was unofficially changed. It became 10-D. D for Doug? Well, that's one way of looking at it. We were lucky enough this year to have a skeleton in the corner of our homeroom. We worked hard, but for some strange reason this skeleton looked a little different each time we left the room. Turn the heel now put the collar bone down here there! Who will be the first to ride it? Well, the skeleton might not have survived the year but 10-G did. To find out what kind of mark we leave in grade ll, tune in next year book. same time, same . Y. D. Gordon 2 t , ,A ' A Hzqn 4 1. ' Q. .f ,f ' rr SF - v .--Q -its .f I, in . ' P - 7 V if ' - -. 3 ' f' 4 A f' , - - 5 , ., , I I 15.5 '- . ': , .. SYY5 -' j ' .r - ' Y 1 1 ft 1. rn ' A V ' - fi . in Jw s. : 7: Q-F L sv ,N .: ' , ,, .x f - .7 ' Y H X , ., F A , . 1 K f lai s 2 a 5 - J 1 5. I. t it f ,, Q-f-' :fa ta N, r ...QT 1 AAI ,Rt . S il - S N -W P C T P R l. J. A. A. T. Y' it Hawkins Golding Jewell Frampton Anthony Crassweller C onforzi Pape LeFeuvre Beleh Clokie . Borsch A. Abouchar D. Langer Hayes J. Gare M. Kostiuk A. Czegledy-Nagy B. Routledge D . Burrows T. Gray W. Jackes J. Brebner MISSING: P. Newell D. Batten D. Gordon K. Smith S. Lewis J. Stuart A. Greive A. Wilson S. McMath A. Howard R. Taylor S. Lyon T. Fogden H. Phillips J. Gilbert A. Walker G. Morphy M. McGrath T. Watson K. McCullum E. Pringle S. Armes A. Knight G. Morrison D. Woolcombe W. Walters M. Wynn J. McPherson A. Merrick A, The penetrating scream of Kevin Smith's Harley Dasidson is heard amongst the children playing in the school grounds. Another spring day has begun at S.G.C. Grade l0H is in Form Nlaster's period and Sir. Haslett is gising attendence call en Francais. As he nears the end ol' the class list there is a knock at the door. Jamie MacPherson creeps in with a different excuse ex ery day. such as, Sorry sir, but my mother was hit by a car However, he seems to escape a x isit with Mr. Mcfslaster. The bell rings. After making ottr way through the crowded hallways, the first class ot' the day begins. and we have the regular scene for IOH. McCullum and his boys giggle and play at tlte back of the classroom. Scott Lewis is already asleep. Hugh Phillips and Andrew Oriese talks about old hockey games. Our loquacious Nlr. N1acP is gabbltng on about who knows w hat, and no one is listening. Allan Howard is in the middle ot' the classroom, his mouth taking up most ot' the room. Andrew Nlcrrick is copying exery word that is said or written in the classroom, double underlining exerythtng in red. Nlike Nlciirath does his das's homework frantically. Tim KK alters is humourous comments about the problems ol' the day. Jett' Stuart tells his wry original jokes. howeser, he is the only one laughing. Together w e tnakc .1 great bunch .l. kitllwrt Ten-H Nine-D 4-T' qv ,,,4 I will be strange, stout, in yellow stockings, and cross-gartered, even with the swiftness of putting on. D. Lyon C. Maygar .N T. Henshaw J. Hicks Q S. Bolton G. Hodjera S. Gabbidon W. Henry S. Drawbell gg I To the outsider, class 9D is very average, but after careful scrutiny, several fascinating personalities emerge. From the strict military genius of General Mark Clarke to the musical precision of Lester Hiraki tconductor of the National Metric Day Marching Bandj, the group is anything but average. On any given day, Home Room consists of Mr. Dunkley's diurnal fsee Vis-Ed card no. 81 lecture on the merits of neglecting school work in order to focus on the subleties of European Handball fthe class straggle to Room 5 some time before 9:00j. In the background, Tim Henshaw can usually be found asking, between bites of his sandwich, about the newest punk trend, and whether he can borrow the French assignment. Nearby, Paul Hawkins, the class D.A., is heard denouncing some in- justice in the dreaded System , while Greg Petkovich frantically tries to simulate the growth in the plant industry. Geography is next, and while MacGiffin explains the theft of his homework by Arab terrorists, Eden rapidly becomes engrossed in the tense drama of The Flinstones on Mr. Love's T.V. In History class, Henry's complicated questions turn a simple Freeze into a heated political debate, and Professor George Hodjera offers advice as to the structure of the June exam, much to the amusement of Cattell, who holds the class record for volunteering to be spanked . We manage to struggle on in this manner until 2:35, when Drawbeel's hunt for a ride in the Limousine signals conclusively that another normal day has come to an end. S. Bolton P. Hastings S. Istvan R. MacGiffin H. McKeown C. Jarjour D. Richardson P. Hawkins R. Cattell X K. Eden G. Petkovich G. Egan M. Clarke C. Alexander L. Hikaki A. Crerar W Y P. Mann Nine-MP '18 We the mighty inert ot VfN1l' are no doubt tt challenge to the statt ot Nt, lucorgos College. Because every type ot tieorgtatt 1- represented in our class, good and bad. convinces our teachers to stick together tor Strength lies tn numbers . Une example ot our assortrttettt, is someone l will call L ountry . There ls very little to say about Country , as he ts at school only tvs o to three ttrnes a yyeek Possibly he is at hottie taking shots to pertect the hockey ace that he ts. yyatch out inter school competition. yyheneyer a ,toke goes oyer yyell, attd the ys hole class ts laughing. his dominating cackle can be heard trilltng oy er the rest, One person I cannot miss adds at degree ot charm, making our class just that much more unique, l ysill reler to htm as Quiz Kid In my mind, Science Room I-1 and Qui: Kid are all related. l think this direct relationship evolved on the day yy hen Science Teacher vsas out ofthe room, He was having his books, knapsaek and desk all throws n at him. As his knap-sack vsas being thoroughly investigated, three pictures from various backissues of various girlie magazines were exposed. Quiz Kid had to be tn ey ery place in the classroom trying to reclaim his possessions. It vsas like a Ticker-Tape Parade in New York City: Eventually his playmates were returned. During this year l hate a mental record tl don't knoys why' really! of hots many people in ottr class are assigned to march a post on Desk Patrol. This year the winner ts l-rog . He sits in Geography' class, talking back to . Sanky' Lambert . Rideout . Lomax Geography' Teachers. Finally, Geography Teacher says, All rtght! , and strides oyer to the side ot' the blackboard ts here a previously' draysn partition awaits the nantes of those with talking spasms. J. Thompson Nl. Overhury C. Pelz J. Thompson A. Ssstnden .-X. Nlarcilto , J. Burk J. Nlurray N. White N. Norman , D. NlCll0ls W I V T. Palo 'gg it S. Nlaclellan .l. Rusctca , -X :i 4 y D. l'tal.t 49- T ' is Nl. Naletttitte 'M r W y Ni. Russell - ,cy .. 4. . -, C. lindsay -W A. I'.tce D lserelutk f 1 , J R . it 4' fax j- A D. lttttter XAKQ 1 'Aria i D lanoytch A Day in the Life tof 8RJ The bell rang loudly and the students of SR noisily filed into room 6 and after a bit of trouble, all found seats. This was the class which couldn't get their homework assignments straight, could ruin any teacher's nerves in a matter of minutes, and would never go to the right class at the right time. Instead they would somehow lose themselves on the way to room 7 from room 6. Their reputation was not good for they were known to be just a bit noisy and received an average of 7 threats of detentions a day from irritated teachers who would be trying to teach a class while it sounded like there was a riot going on in the next room. After a Math class with Form Master Mr. Rutherford in which we received our Math Quiz results and a warning that the teachers were on the warpath, the class left for their next room. This went on until break, you either had to be an ex-football player or a pro-wrestler to get through the crowds trying to get to their lockers or whatever you want to call those tall things that look as though they just survived World War ll. They would have three more classes in which teachers would climb on top of desks and shout at them almost to the point of insanity and then they would go to lunch J. Graham T, Hanley J. Allodi M. Gare N. Gough F. Fruehauf G. Gilbert M. Halyk J. Macintosh D. Clyde P. Cameron J. Brenna where they would eat their lunches in various places around the school. After lunch 8R would go to their last two periods, the first being music in which they would either get complimented on their work or get booted out from the class because they were a bit rowdy. The bell rang loudly and the students of SR ran out of the classroom desperate to get home and have some fun. Seconds later the teacher staggered out of the classroom and into a chair in the staffroom ready to exchange news about 8R's behaviour for the day. l P. Allison W. Clarke D. Crang A. Fogden C . Gilbert N. de Pencier B. Archer H. Payne V. Frieberg J. Cimba R. Jull B. Chase D. Dembroski P. Bird 1 G --f C5 . I ld' . ,Q .'Q, S. Merrick J. Burnside D. Middleton D. Stacey ve' E. Sharf P. Shirer C. Bramble L. Ball M. Wang I lidisards P. Johnson A. Mitchell li. Piilltis J, VN edgemiod Cf Stllllll J. Magyar N. Nlarciho C. Osbourne P. Lynch ' N. Lulxervvell -' J. Moore J. Tindal R. Hon li. Nlctauslarid Eight-F Mr. lfrazer had no idea what he was getting himself into when he selected this collection of grade eight students. Grade 8-F is made up ot' extremes. We have the senior schoolk shortest student and its leading punk-rocker - probably the world's smallest too. But on the average, all the students strive for excellence, not always academic either. This year everyone vias proud ol the achievement of Liam Ball for his per- formance in an episode of the Great Detective. We were proud to be associated with Liam and many inwardly and out- wardly showed him what ive thought ot' him. I think that there will never be another grade eight class like this. F. Ing Ham l ,. 1 A lx li. Sliarbek-licircmski Seven-B Birkett's boys, who are 7B, are humourous, crafty and they love to play jokes on each other. Let us imagine a typical school day. It might go like this. lt is a Wednesday in October and a cold day. We are waiting outside to go to the locker room and get our books so we will not be late for class. The bell rings and we all race down to the locker to get our books. l.P. takes one of B.P.'s books and puts it in another boy's locker by sliding it through the slit of the side of the door. Fortunately for the book, the boy who owns the locker comes down just before the period begins and returns the book. From there we go to room 21 for English where M.T. starts a play fight with D.M. Mr. Stevenson then walks in and sees them fighting. They do not stop. Mr. Stevenson then says, Do you want a DT! Now sit down and work! And they do work while the class laughs to see the boys change in behaviour when the master comes in. After 9 more boring periods school ends. At Bathurst Station J.P.B. finds some hot chocolate on the platform. Most boys would leave the hot chocolate alone, or kick it all over the platform. But not J. He's from 7B, and he has different ideas. When he sees it he throws the hot chocolate at the train and thinks it's funny. But sometimes 7B humour is not that funny. On the subway I. and B. go home together. At Bloor, I. gets on the train with B. following slowly and then I. quickly gets off the train just as the doors close. So B., is stuck on the train. I. happily waves goodbye, while B., shakes madly. The class of 7B has a funny day like this, with fights during classes and more. But nothing ever happens to us except threats. Nick Kadrnka 7B E. Langer A. Hicks T. Bean I. Pattinson H. Bolton G. Chow J. Boyd D. Archibald R. Nicholls A. May N. Golding J. Chrus J. Durish T. Verbic C. Hoffman M. Turner . Martin Videbak . Hind-Smith B. Patterson . Kadrnka . David . Kerr . Charnock P. Steel Mr Q M MWM'swn '- N-..., F g .z -ui H its Q' ' D. Fells Wig Mr. Stevenson moaned hollowly. Already seven boys from his class had detentions for different offences. He addressed one of the offending boys, who was lined up before him. Hall, he said, This is the third detention this week. What have you to say for yourself? Well, you see .. it was Hall trailed off. Enough! This cannot go on! Report tonight for window washing duty! Fowler , he asked, What happened to you? Fowler spoke weakly. You see, sir, my train stopped for five minutes in a tunnel, so I was stuck. P. Stevenson S. McLellan D. Hall K. Healey B. Macaskill J. Purdon G. Paul D. Milne G. Brown E. Fripp C. Fowler C. Robinson S. Beatty P. Smith S. Munn x D. Read 'x 1 C. Lam t D. Direnfeld - A. Drillis N D. Plaxton R. Fantham G. Crabbe G. Sutton Mr. Stevenson spoke in a strangled voice. And seventy-two boys and one teacher swear you were on the same train, and all of them were here five minutes early! Fripp! Yes, sir, Fripp replied. Why were you ten minutes late for chapel? said Mr. Stevenson, glaring at the offending exhibit. You see, sir, Stevenson shut Fells in a locker, and l was trying to open it. Why couldn't you unlock it? Well sir, it was Fells' lock, and I didn't have the combination for it. Where is Fells? asked Mr. Stevenson. As far as l know, sir, he is still in his locker. Is he suffocating? lt wasn't possible to ask him sir, he's unconscious. With a huge pair of clamps Mr. Smith A. McCully XA Seven-S and Mr. Stevenson twisted the lock until it was shapeless. Four large mortar nails juttcd out of the lock's centre, cotnplttncnts of Dr. Barlow, Mr. Dcmicrre. and Sir. Birkett were iainly struggling with .1 pneumatic drill. With at whoontp the drill started. Nlr. Dcmierre moted in. lfclls uns hurriedly warned to step buck. but his reply mt- inaudible. Mr, Detntcrrc yatnmcd the drill into one of the hinges, and then into the other hinge. The result was tnstanhttieous. The door, uith thirty pounds ot books. .t tuna-fish stittdmcli, and lfclls behind tt, dropped onto thc loot of Nlr Stetcttson. who let out it cry like .t stuck pig, Nlr. Stctettsott cnttic Illlti the class .intl slumped into .t chair bctotc spcuktttg l' I ttpp JJ' Grade Six S. Henshaw P. lstvan T. Walters D. Cornwall S. Johnson M. Grasley M. Woollcombe G. White S. Jones J. Sayers A. Montgomery K. Neville'Smith D. Allison , I ,a. s X' r . . tex ..f 'A JIM' -New d.r0. XS Q QX x vi J f st s 2 5 K . . 3 4 X f K 2. ...X . A K I . r 1 h , 1, sf -. , ... .4 V P f' -ip . -' 'f51':4 ,. ff h 1 A - 21 Sf-St ' 5- rf ff 'QS' -f . ' 1 .fi ' ' QM.. Qf f X 1 B L , . -. ...L In our grade 6 classroom there are three groups of people, people who doodle in class, people who day dream and people who shoot spit balls. In sports there are good players and bad players. The bad players are smart and the good players are dumb. Over the years, we have also seen a number of strange events in our grade. One boy's jacket was invaded by mad wasps. Another boy tried to be Tarzan at Norval and ended up with a broken arm. One boy received a broken neck wrestling and ended up in a body cast for six months. This class is too short to tell you about all of the strange happenings and also if l did tell you you'd probably keep laughing for an hour. T. Walters W. Tinmouth Q :N W- f-. .R ..l '7' C. London R. White G. Ash M. Rutherford W. Tinmouth D. Hewlett J. Wheeler M. Henry A. Gorman ' N. Macdonald K. Thompson P. Rea A 4 Grade Five The day we bought Mr. Smith as a slave was on a Friday. lt was on this particular day we bought Mr. Smith. And we picked Friday as slave day because we could command him not to give us any homework for the weekend. We bought him for S25. We got all the money from each of us pitching in Sl.O0 each. For me, this was the best school day I ever had. We made him carry our books to all the classes. At first, we tried to make him give us a whole bunch of homework, but he didn't because he knew that we would make him do all the work for the whole class. He also let us have alot of free periods to read. lt's too bad we didn't have him for another day. We could have made him wear a dress and shave off half his moustache. N. Rodomar 1 , l v. Att t Q O O... Q 'ts A D. Baldwin J. Hames P. Duchitrt Nl, l'mxlCt R. Ncedltntti Li. .-'klbrect Li. Ldwurds 4 . ,r- lo k D X lk N Grade Four One day as 1 was walking to school with my friend we saw Mr. Baxter on the bus so we rushed to school as fast as we could, to catch him. When we got to school we found we didn't beat him. When we got to school we met Mr. Baxter and asked him why he didn't bring his motorcycle. Mr. Baxter said he lost it. You what? I lost it. Now how could you lose it? Well I don't know. Where was it when you lost it? All I can remember was uummm well I really don't know. Well let's have a look. Mmmmm. What's that? I don't know, come on. Hey look! It's someone on Mr. Baxter's bicycle. Run! Watch out! Get him! Smash! Bang! Doynk! Hurt! What a crash! Look it's Sam Samson! Mr. Baxter look who it is. Hey that's my bike. But you passed it coming in. I know but it had a crum on it so I thought it was someone else's. 553 ai., .-v - P . 38 P. White G. Goodwin G. Crate . Macey . -Q fl vi 15 Rapanos Cullen Loo Marsh S. Saunderson Jacobs . 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M,-Q- 4 -' . 1 A 54' Q 5 W M1- Q ' ,Q HDUSE 4 LEAGUE Q 4. . .--.1 0. ,rw .4 'v lf' Football is the Pits Twice a week during the fall months at Christie Pits, Bam-Bam Henshaw, Crusher Magyar, Fleet Bramble, Sure-Catch Borowski, Bulldog Lynch, Swivel-hips White, Crazy-legs MacGiffin, Button-pass Hiraki, and a few of the boys got together for a little touch-and-tumble football. With scores often reaching 40 or more points a piece, the crowds began to assemble for this entertainment treat of the week. The concluding championship game pitted Canterbury vs. York with Canterbury barely holding on to win 27-21 in overtime. Ref. Clayton Spring Indoor 13...- T Q The 1980 Spring Indoor House League was, ah, ah, different, yes, different. Mr. McMaster and Mr. Haslett were, ah, ah, very creative, yes, creative. Meaning - they made up the rules as they went along. Just when you got familiar with these rules, they would change the game altogether. One day, it was indoor soccer, next team handball and then, bombardment. All this aside, it was great fun. Some of the superstars included David Dembroski, Mark Clarke, Drew Fiala, Jim Allodi and of course myself. It's too bad that some of the other guys didn't get involved in House League. But, as Mr. Dunkley would say they're vegetables and they prefer to go home and watch Leave it to Beaver or Star Trek g they miss out in the long run. Rollo McGee House League if U A Qi '. X House League From the St. George's College asphalt playground echoed the joyous sounds of boys having fun playing ball hockey. Oh, that one hurt! Mr. Love keep your stick down, this isn't the Gar- dens, cried a disgusted Tom Fogden. But Mr. Love played on. No, it was not a Maple Leaf hockey game, instead it was something far more exciting. It was the Grade 10-ll ball hockey championship. Watch your elbows Mr. Love! What a hacker, screamed Ian Crassweller. Look what he did to me, said Andrew Merrick displaying his swollen cheek. l'm sure glad he's on my team, sighed Chris Golding. And Mr. Love played on. Both the grade 8-9 and 10-11 house leagues were hotly contested during the X i 2 ' K 'v Qs Ball Hockey cool April showers and sunny days of early May. Westminister bloomed as the 8-9 champions and Winchester in the 10- ll league. Mr. Love, please take it easy, l don't have school insurance, pleaded John Gare. Look, it's no use. Quit complaining about Mr. Love, said Steve McMath. You've got all next year to heal while he's on sabbatical at York University. Good news, said Andrew Merrick, still rubbing his cheek, because he's a real pain in the , but we'll miss him. You're right, we'll miss him, smiled Tom Fogden, He makes house league lots of fun! And Mr. Love slashed on! Verd. 1 Dune. I pn-.-. I l A will P4 - is .u 'i This year, we students of grade ll found a new way of venting our frustrations. The game was European handball. Mr. Dunkley told llL that they were very good at it and that we should challenge our counterpart 1lD. I-low could we pass up an opportunity to legally punch out the other class? The members of the llL team were chosen quickly but they found themselves in a bit of confusion. This is where I entered the scene as I was presented with the dubious honour of coaching our team. With my razor sharp coaching abilities I quickly per- ceived our problem: in total 1lD outweighed l1L by almost 300 pounds. Regardless of this worrying statistic we went ahead and arranged the match. Taking place during our gym period, the game drew quite a crowd. After a quick pep talk to the players, I led them into the gym. Now totally assuming the role of coach, I paced behind the bench with gum in my mouth and the phone number of the ambulance service in my pocket. The game went quickly with 11D taking a lead that they never relinquished. We put on a rally in the closing minutes, but it was too i t late. Amidst cries of rematch we returned to the changing room. All involved agreed that we could have won, especially with our great goaltender Chris Whitney. So we arranged a rematch. This time we were much better prepared. We had a good strategy, good substitutes, a well-tried goaltender, and good confidence. The major problem we faced was stopping Birozes and Carlo LePiane and beating their goaltender Mark Vanderheyden. With this in mind we returned to the gym two weeks later. Again I paced back and forth behind the bench, screaming at the top of my voice. 11D again took the lead in the early game, but in the last two minutes we started to come back scoring six goals, but all was to no avail. Again 1lL was simply out-muscled and we lost our rematch. The series was an exciting one, enjoyed by all. I was proud to be our coach and proud of our tenacity in the face of adversity. 11D should be proud of their accomplishment, but watch out because we'll be there next year same time, same place, same game. Nickolas Culverwell Grade 11 Handball i Attack!! 'gk .ji J Junior School Track Meet The athletic highlight of the year for the Junior School always seems to be Track and Field Day which is held sometime in May on any day that doesn't conflict with the Ladies' Guild Luncheon. The field part is a bit of a misnomer, not only because of the asphalt which abounds, but because of the lack of events such as the high jump, the shot put and the discus. Never-mind - the egg toss steals the show every year. The other highlight was the three legged race which resulted in a few scraped knees and wounded egos. As always, the tug-of-war presented a fitting close to the day though it had no bearing on the overall winner, which was York. Some of the day's more memorable moments: Mr. Dunkley's unique scoring system, Chris Bull's seemingly effortless run in the 1500 metre race, Mr. Smith's outfit, the large and en- thusiastic turn-out of parents, the splendid second place showing of Canterbury, and, finally, the good sportspersonship showed by the junior school boys. Mr. O'Meara 15 9 A AJ I I 4 db- . xx 1. -s I ' 1 '2- -1 . J. ' 3.2-QXC7 -M ffm we x . ,U V. .'f-1'- 4 fs .I .Hi-r i Y N ' ' 2 4 , . , - :, .. X 1 'JI , X' 6 5' i I ' -4 4- It ,xx 4 5- -. 1-3 -1 u Lit vs' ,gn it '4 S Nan 1 5 . a 9 1 A . 5 Q v . qi. X 1 ! .F ' V N ls 9 t X53 is Q' N at 1 sw I ' - xi ,g- Kg t ' vs 1.313 I ' - . is ' Ls N K- 225. , Q -ws. X 3 .. S, 'ski , X . -is, K' ' r .v my .1 ,M -w: ii x -G ' n gl A of S ,gpm as Y a-..,..-.-1ul,.g-.- ... . i. 36:22 A ,c fi,-Q, - r t . V ,'. 3? . 4. f .,-Q s 45, .1 ,J Upper School I ' i Jw Fir? I 'Lp ,V .-ff, . . It was the success of the school's two famous track teams that made this year's meet an event to be remembered. The regular superstars, hot off weekend triumphs and in training for the ap- proaching ISAA meet, showed their stuff and won all of the usual events. Excellent performances on the track helped West- minister squeak out a victory, the 4x800 being the day's turning point. It was, however, the surprise showing of the 2:40 track club in the frisbee throw and egg toss Qtwo of Mr. Dunkley's brilliant creationsl that gave the day its intriguing flavor. All 'yolking' aside, it was an 'eggciting' battle in the 'lancement des oeufs', but not up to Track Meet 41 world standards. Extensive practice - and a few missed classes - helped the grade 13's walk away with frisbee victories. In the end it boiled - or maybe poached - down to a battle of coaches. Some had all the luck - namely the track team - while others had teams that were plagued by disqualifications and a soggy inside lane. Cheers and jeers were heard as people realized the lack of field events, but their substituting confrontations combined with high quality track performances led the way to a successful and enjoyable meet. P. Baillie Y'v'9E. f i7'i Qrfff A 6- Z I 2 , Q 'xi' , ' ww- 5 A a r' lxx y I 1 x XNN K n 1 i F' Swim Gala First there was Jaws. Then there was The Deep. Then the Upper School Swim Gala. Who wasn't afraid to go in the water by then? The signs of this fearful event were obvious: the frequent lunch hour meetings, the frantic requests for bathing suits, the constant wailing of non-swimmers and house captains, the increased confusion, and the continuous announcement which still provokes shrieks of distress and shouts of disapproval: And just a moment of your time, gentlemen The speaker of this terrifying announcement is, of course, Mr. Baxter, Doctor of Aquatic Exercise and Marine Calisthenics, better known as the man responsible for that well-loved annual happening, the Upper School Swim Gala. For the fourth, and unfortunately the last time, he organized a successful gathering of students proficient in the art of human fresh-water propulsion. At the U of T's new Olympic natatorium, which incidentally is a vast improvement over the Benson Building, swimmers of the four houses plunged into the multitudinous seas to determine the house with the most adept swimmers, inner tube relayers, and ballon bursters. Under the leadership of Rob McClelland on land and Chris Alexander in the water, Canterbury stroked its way to win the John Alloway Award for the first time. Certain students turned in performances worthy of note, to wit: Chris Alexander in all strokes, Scott Daly's excellence in the back stroke, and Doug Jones' stunning performance in the breast stroke. Non participants of note are Father Pegler and Patrick Baillie in the difficult task of running the so D ,gl U fx. ., t scorekeeping. And Mr. Baxter organized the whole thing. Despite the suspicious number of non-swimmers who gradually .' disappeared during the Gala and 4 me absence of staff in me Staff Q ,r versus Students T-Shirt Relay, the , x Gala was a huge success. The only W problem is in finding another master to replace Mr. Baxter in his traditional role of organizer. The Swim Gala is over and the students may once again relax. But next year they'll be reawakened to the terror of another Swim Gala Coming to a theatre near you, May, 1981. H. Brown .- I u' . -- . I., J, 'l ' nv , .nail o B wiv ts-ati 'jg as .A tgp! ft , ,l m-Z., - U' . C 1 1- 59' LJ Shark?! Whercl? JT -D.. t ' ' ' w SPO TEl MPEU 1 RTS 5 fc:QLfM First Soccer BACK ROW: Coach Haslett, P. Ballie, D. Hill, D. Jones, A. Podnieks, I DeHaas B Clarke A Kennedy C Finnegan B Alexandor. FRONT ROW: D. Shepherd, C. Clokie, A. Birozes, B. Tobin, J. Ovenden, D. Smith, G. Bernardo St. Jerome wrote, No athlete is crowned but in the sweat of his brow , a message none of us took to each practice at Trinity Field. Looking back on an injurious season, however, the quote is quite appropriate. Not one of us deserved to be crowned with a championship save Andrew Podnieks, who time and again was the only line of resistance against the in- ternational teams we faced. The frustration was plainly evident on the face of Coach Haslett as time and again we would screw-up his practices with missed passes, poor positioning, or confused thinking. How many golden opportunities went by with shots missing open nets. Somewhere in the back of Rugged DeHaas lies a memory of a breakaway that was stopped by a puddle. We learned the game of soccer under quite unique circumstances. How many other teams in the I.S.A.A. can boast of match ups between themselves and the local toughs. Dave Shepherd almost earned the Order of Canada as he chased and eventually recaptured a stolen soccer ball. Brian Tobin showed another face of our team sportsmanship. As often as not, he would commence a friendly conversation with the players he nailed during the season. I'm sure we will look forward to meeting our friends next year Returning to St. Jerome, we deserve no crown but we deserve the right to be called athletes. We played for fun and with spirit. We were never disgraced by any teams we played and we molded together well as a team. What we lacked in talent we made up in enthusiasm, which is really what sport is all about. A. Kennedy Please help me, l'm falling We can disco too, Cam NJ 'Sm ,A S5 xg, i tl T .ff f F N YQ ,iff f 2 ' , 571 x r 'x O, 9 ,, IT 1 Q 1 ' 1 Lk Under 16 Soccer There are certain things to remember about the exquisite Under l6's. First of all, that game with U.C.C. was ours until the referee permitted a fifty-five minute second half. Secondly, because Crescent continued to clean us, we renamed them 'Janitor in a Drum'. As for personal notes, Borsh lost his glasses when heading the ball, Gilbert preferred goal because he could legally grovel in the mud: Valentine still ponders the First Team promise to cut his hair: and Rob Anthony's greatest upset was the loss of his cleats, white no less. Ulmperturbable, impeccable and im- passable, says Coach Walker. As the ball goes, the season was black and white. Sami Bazooka , 5, ' .. , ln. kv' -an-, .. 'MJ' BACK ROW: M. Borsh J. MacPherson S. McMath H. Phillips B. Routledge F. Clokie J. Brebncr R. Anthony FRONT ROW: A. Merrick T. Wilson J. Gilbert H. Mclieown M. Valentine R. Cattell il' 138 ai' .ig TY A 3' a, ii'.L e Zi Y, .. T ,snygz W . P N 3- Amis.- Under 14 Soccer This year's Under 14 soccer team had an even record, winning 4 games, and losing 4 games. lt's interesting, though, that they lost the first 4 games they played, and won the last 4 all in a row. It's evident to me that there was some great boosting of morale after those first 4 fateful games, although I have not been able to pry the reason from any of the players. The team went through two coaches in one season, telling us something about their vitality and enthusiasm for the sport. They were at first led by the agile and qualified Mr, Smith, but soon it was evident that Mr. Smith was too busy organizing the trip to Vancouver His successor the skilled and incisive Mr. Birkett, managed to coach the team to its glorious end There was an obvious rivalry between the U.C.C. team and ours. ln our first encounter U.C.C. managed to defeat us 4-1, but undaunted, we mercilessly beat them 3-l, claiming our well-deserved victory, and basking in the delightful pool of revenge. The brilliance and majesty of this victory was added to by Graeme Egan's thrilling goal in the last ten seconds of the game The grade 9's who made up a large part of the team will sadly be going to the Under 15 team. But they are leaving their places to be filled by the very capable 7's and B's ,,f 'SS' BACK ROW R Jull P Clark MIDDLE ROW: B. Archer, G. Egan, P. Bird, I Edward, S. Gabbidon, O. Shultz, D. Lyon. FRONT ROW: J. Cimba, P. Shirer, G. Panos, B. Chase, A. Crerar. Under 13 Soccer Well! It appears as though a new strain of student has been carefully cultivated in the younger grades of St. Georges College. To the great surprise of their fellow Georgiansg and certainly to the chagrin of their unsuspecting opponents, this new breed of herculean athletes was released upon the soccer circuit during the fall of '79, and with what results! The St. George's College: Under BACK ROW: Coach Smith, G. Sutton, D. Fells, D. Dembroski, B. Maskaskill, J. Purdon, A. Mitchell, R. Nicholls. FRONT ROW: T. Kerr, i A. Hicks, J. Durish, D. N Hind-Smith, G. Chow, ' A. Drillis, S. Munn. 13 Soccer teams defeated, at least once, every school team that they played. With the exception of one very insignificant loss to U.C.C. fwhich by the way the Under 13's decisively counter-balanced by a resounding 5-0 victory over the same teamj, these young Georgians paraded through their regular Ontario season undefeated. The season reached a climax when in their lst game against the un- defeated Crescent team, the Under l3's scored an impressive upset and won with a score of l-0. To inform the adoring fans of the members of this scoring machine, a list of names is sup- plied. GOALKEEPER: D. Hind-Smith tpractically impenetrablel. BACKS: G. Sutton, D. Dembroski, R. Nicholls, A. Hicks. MIDFIELDERS: J. Durish, T. Kerr, A. Hicks, T. Beam, O. David. FORWARDS: D. Fells, G. Chow, S. Munn, J. Purd, B. Macaskill, A. Drillis. including a Vancouver tour with a record of three wins, three losses, one tie, the Under I3 season appears to closely parallel a Hollywood success story. Though perhaps a bit young for the 1980 Olympics, one can be sure that the Blizzard scouts have a keen eye Out. Richard Stewart The Vancouver Team The tournament began on Friday morning after a four hour delay and a six hour flight. Our first game was against Appleby College which we beat decisively 2-0. That afternoon we came back from a one goal deficit to beat Ridley College. Saturday morning, we played St. :ag 152 BACK ROW: Coach Smith, A. Hicks, B. Mackaskill, D. Dembroski, A. Mitchell, G. Sutton, J. Purdon, D. Fells. FRONT ROW: G. Chow, R. Nicholls, D. Hind-Smith, J. Durish, T. Kerr, A. Drillis. George's of Vancouver to a 0-0 tie. That afternoon we played our most important game against Ashbury College, which we lost 3-0 despite but provided a superb defence. We had a streak of bad luck that day, also losing to St. Michaels in the afternoon game. ln our last game against Halifax Grammar School we enjoyed a resounding 2-0 victory, and finished fifth out of twelve schools. The next three days we spent sightseeing and enjoying the refreshing Pacific climate. On Thursday morning we drove to the airport to catch our 1:30 p.m. flight back to Toronto when we heard it announced over the loud-speaker that our flight would be delayed until l2:30 that night. Did Air Canada have something against us! We took a hotel room and waited for our flight. When it was ready, we quickly boarded the plane for fear of being left stranded in Vancouver and settled back for the long flight to Toronto, satisfied with our ac- complishment. David Dcmbroski Certainly one of St. George's busiest teams this year was the Under ll Soccer Team. Under the capable direction of Mr. Baxter, Coach, and Ashley Nichols, the captain, they managed to overcome many difficulties and still remain competitive, despite having had only three practices with a grand total of almost three whole hours. During their all too brief season they played matches with U.C.C. and Appleby. In their first game against U.C.C., U.C.C. had to work every minute for their 8-1 victory. Nevertheless, our stalwart soccer team continued on, not discouraged by their previous loss. Their second match which was played against Appleby was extremely close: they were winning all the way through but finally lost 2- 1. Their third and last match of this tremendously long season was a rematch with U.C.C., and, showing vast improvement, they played superbly and tied Upper Canada 1-1 on a last minute goal by Chris Bull. l'm sure that all of the team members are satisfied with their performance and are looking forward to next year. Right now they are probably recovering, or more likely, changing into a hockey uniform, or putting on a bathing suit, or their basketball shoes, or Under 11 Soccer BACK ROW: R Needham, A. Chow, M Rutherford, D. Lichacz, J Hames, B. Brown, G Edward, T. Woodruff Mr. Baxter. FRONT ROW: A Nicholls, M. Fowler, S Saunderson, C. Bull, A Carty, K. Thompson, G Albrecht, W. Tinmouth T. Clandinin. And so ends another season for St. George's pavement plodding runners. This strange group of eccentrics has had to deal with many shortages this year: a shortage of coaches, of athletes, of events, but no shortage of dedication from its team members. Again this year we tested the turf at the Pits for our training, prospering under the praise and blame of Mr. Fraser and Mr. Manion. Our first success came at the Belt Line Relays held by U.C.C. Our midget 'A' team, consisting of John Burk, Rob Anthony, Tony Gray, and Bill Jakes triumphed in a third place finish beating U.C.C. Our midget 'B' team came in second place eclipsing last year's midget 'A' record. The juniors placed well. After the Belt Line Relays our team seemed to evaporate. Training sessions continued with our non-existent senior team. We took it upon ourselves to venture out of our pit into foreign territory, St. Mike's. Our next success came when the team went to Rosseau Lake School. Our team placed nine members in the top eleven. We managed this success even without a coach that day. From there we went to the l.S.A.A. meet. To us, this was a perfect summary of the season. x'.':.r ,,. -f ,- -gg F.'1'.'o'lf, 1, . , , '41, ,' .ffL,. 4.3, .isbn '- - -,. - -' ff,-. - - - suv. ' ' ' - sf-FLW 'L-, ' ' XA, , -, ., I. .I 1 .'. 'YI 4i'o'n'n'- ' ff f '. . . BACK ROW: P. Hastings, T. Gray, l. Edward, C. Clokie, A, LeFeuxre, D. Pitman, lg. Newell, P. Anthony, S. Daly. FRONT ROW: C. Osborne, J. Magyar, C. Shulz, R. Jull, B. Jakes, T. Jewell, R. Anthony, P. Shepherd. Cross - Country Our lady bus driver and her baby drove us tup the walll to the meet at a provincial park in Woodstock. We were so late that we arrived with but one minute to spare before the first race began. Once in the race we were further crippled when Bill .lakes lead most of the runners astray on a course certified for mountain goats. Despite this, Bill and Tony placed seventh and sixthg Andrew Le Feuvre and Phil Hastings did well too. Over-all, we find ourselves saying we enjoyed the season and are making plans for a better season next year. We would like to thank The Mormon Tabernacle Choir and Brio, our commercial sponsors, for their help and support. Having completed a second year in the highly competitive I.S.A.A. Division has proven to be very strenuous for our hockey team. This year's first team was the youngest and least experienced ever, which made Mr. McMaster's job as coach a very difficult one. Our slow start began to change after a series of Christmas holiday practices, and from that point on, most of the team showed promise and maturity. In goal, Hugh Phillip's acrobatics and Rob McClelland's dependable back up work, made for a strong goal tending duo. On defence, the experience of Chaddock and Belch was evident in their fine play and the young but capable Hill and Clokie will be a major asset to next year's team. On our first line, I was fortunate . ,vs, , xl1.'l W ,, , st ,x X if sk .1 N, ig 7 I t :F jimi I N V BK, 1 E ff , it t-fs gs fr ' . .S . Q ' . - R, I ,fq+'f1?fS2,gnQ x . ,.. ,- 5 A 'i53t,ff+- ',,.,':?E- , E K 9 54' z e , 'Qsffw -:-:- p i , eg ,ts ..,. 1 ' gglvws- . . li ,x .N Kim , 1 'ffl-f. H r.. Nt W .sf 5 .. i First Hockey X to have the able talents of Worrall and Dafoe making a strong and capable forward line. Other bright spots were Mark Vanderhayden, Bill Clarke and of course Tony Birozes, whose work and dedication made him Rookie of the year! On the ice and behind the bench Corey Glynn's work as manager and Jock MacLochlan's job as timekeeper were appreciated by everyone. We are indeed in- debted to Mr. McMaster, who worked so hard and devoted so much of his time to the team. A rash of injuries and some flagging of spirit hurt the team, but in spite of our setbacks we remained and ultimately we had a lot of fun. Dave Hilliker . W' 'Ill mm! Sf 1 BACK ROW: Coach McMaster, R. Secor, C. Clokie, R. Forgiel, D. Hill, C. Glynn. SECOND ROW: H. Phillips, D. Hilliker, D. Chaddock, W. Dafoe, M. Worrall, J. Belch, R. McClelland. FRONT ROW: B. Clarke, A. Birozes, F. Clokie, B. Jackes, M. Vanderheyden. Y'-Q M., I Wr- an ge: lg 7 r' Y .2: !o9 e . 5-K., 5. ' I 7 . 1 . ,xi -Zta , - K .4 , A p..V N, -, .x - Under 16 Hockey FIRST ROW: T. Belch, P. Anthony, D. Smith, B. Tobin, T. Jewell. SECOND ROW: K. Clarke, F. Clokie, R. Anthony, J. Archibald, B. J akes. THIRD ROW: A. Grieve, C. Murphy, B. Routledge, R. Taylor, 1. Fowler, S. Burke. FOURTH ROW: A. Howard, Coach Love, M. Borsh, K. Smith, T. Grey. Once again the U16 hockey team enjoyed a fairly successful season under the irreplaceable coaching of Mr. Love. To put a team together it became necessary to take on an eventual total of seven players over 15 years old. This year we played 18 games and won 9 and lost 9. In our games we played other U16 teams and 3rd, and 2nd and one lst team. Four of our games were against U16 teams. Of them 2 were won and 2 lost. We split with Ridley winning 4-3 and losing 6-3: we beat Crescent 6-5: and lost to UCC 4-2. Most of our games were against 3rd teams. We played seven games against 3rd teams and won 6 and lost 1. Three of these games were against Lakefield and we won them all 7-3, 5-1, and 5-0: two were against Nichols and both were won 8-1 and 10-23 and two were played against Trinity and we one and lost one 5-3. We played two games against the lst team of Rosseau Lake. These two games featured some hard hitting, led by Kevin fDr. Elbowj Smith and high scoring from Richard fWally no pass 'emj Taylor and Bill Jackes. We lost the first game 6-4, and won the second 8-4. Our best games were the 5 we played against 2nd teams. We didn't win any of the games, but they were marked by our best play. We played SAC twice with scores of 6-4 and 5-3 and the games were more even than the score. The other 3 games were played against Appleby. Again we lost them all, but these were our very best games. The first game was 4-2 and we were pretty well dominated but the next two were 6-5 and 3-2 and we should really have won at least one of them. So another season comes to a close and I would like to take this time to thank, Mr. Love for a very enjoyable season and wish him luck with next year's team. D. Smith Under 15 Hockey This year's season, although not evident in the stats, t3- 9-4J was a big one considering that there were only three hold overs from last year. Mr. Clayton did a superb job of bringing the new boys along to where the team will be one to be reckoned with next year. One of the highlights of this year was playing against T.C.S. where a member of our team last year, tPaul Darrigol was their number one goalie. However we took no pity on him as we scored in the last ten seconds in the game tying them 3-3. We had many other close games with the outcome just a matter of luck. Many games could have been won with a goal that hit the post, or the one which the goalie caught just before it went over the line. Some of our forwards who should receive special mention are Hat Trick Nigel White, Paul Mann, and Nick de Pencier. On defence John Killer Murray, Harty McKeown, George Panos, and Tony Hanley played good hockey in a number of close games. Special thanks are in order to the following: Jeff Rusica, ttime- keeperj Andrew Pace, tstatisticiani and Chris Osbourne, tmanagerj, and many thanks of course to Mr. Clayton for his excellent coaching job. N. White D. Kereluik Lil ' ..... 'NF QV BACK ROW: J. Murray, Coach Clayton, C, Shultz. -,,-F' ' .516 vw .nrt-'si' fc A MIDDLE ROW: C. Osbourne, R. Jull. J. Crrnbti, Nl. Liarc, Li. l'.inos, N. dc Pcnctcr, l ll.inlcv FRONT ROW: P. Mann, N. White, P. Ctirncroti, D, Kcrcluik, .I Alvdt, ll Nlcktumri fun Junior School Hockey . . ,.. ,G fe 'e Qi v r- 1 x .. 17414, ' . 2'i','f .. 51' ' ' l ' ' 'S' 'iff ,gigs 46610. . . .. . - - . . , Q I X Q 1 3 xg 4 ' . AA is - . . 41 ,P 4211 -6'4 - ' . 'UP -C' G Q, ' f Q. A9-a '1' 1 W? S . -.H Q fwfvggffv fi.-Y . ea, e - . .A-A 9 ' ' 'ZA vo A-4 s so r 9- A I - 'Wig Q5 'H - vyv. '. v ' '5'54W'?' ' H 1: -ef asffggzg- 't 'S lvl' 'e f - 'eaaoiszsihel EQ.-,5-3? fa? Q44 T, 'Q '..'..f4 twoo.. 9?-.e.-us.-4 vi. v. 1-',.L?,,f5g,+,,Q,'s:QQT5 . .1141-g hx gfoa I 1 .4 O .i -Q ,gfi g gi - V . 6' A V 353 ' 1,1034-5 ' ij V' -7 'di va L- 1' 9 J, ' . , a Y - . 'ga .4 . ,w . i : T T . Qqv, Q if mf FIRST ROW: J. Marsh, D. Milne, P. Smith, K. Thompson, D. Allison, G. White, R. White, R. Needham, H. Boulton, G. Crabbe. SECOND ROW: D. Hindsmith, I. Pattinson, T. Kerr, J. Purdon, B. Mackaskill, Coach O'Meara, T. Bean, D. Martin, P. Stevenson, G. Sutton. ABSENT: C. Bull, S. Jones, S. Henshaw. Think of some of the classic sports cliches: it's never over till it's over , you can't beat 'em on the ice unless you can beat 'em in the alley , love the game, came to play , you play the way you practise , fwe didn't have any practiceslj, they put their skates on the same way we do , you fight me you fight my gang . None of these apply to the Junior School Hockey Team. Instead we followed the philosophy of Eli Whitney - in- terchangeable parts. No less than thirty Junior School boys par- ticipated in the five games played this year. After the first four games - against U.C.C., Ridley, U.C.C. and the Crescent Club tor is it the Granite Schoolj - the team and Mr. O'Meara, their first and only coach, had maintained their perfect record that had begun last year: 0 wins, 9 losses. At least we're consistent, claims Coach O'Meara. Finally, in the last game of the year, at home against Crescent, that rarest of qualities - perfection - was achieved. Having abandoned Eli Whitney, we settled on the line- up that could do the job for us . With one line from grade five, one from grade six, fboth lines wanted to be called the Kid Line, so the coach known for his originality, dubbed them the Kid Line 1 and Kid Line 21, a third line from grade seven, and the defence and goaltender from grade six and seven, the team turned their former agony of defeat into the thrill of victory by destroying Crescent 13-5. Prospects for next year are good. Kid Lines l and 2 will be back and the new grade sevens should contain a few surprises. Most important, the team will have a new coach. Coach O'Meara -LO' 711.-,'2'I Volleyball x1as1v.'.'1.-v-'- - - - - -- ' - ' '-'---' l ' 'J' 'IZ A. Kennedy, D. Hunter J. Osborne, B. Tobin, Mr, Fulford, D. Kanbergs, S. Roos. The volleyball team of 1979 was composed of superb athletes, the most outstanding effort being from Mr. Lethargic Steeves. Dave Davies, our captain, and most valuable player, was pleased with our ef- fort. We were winless in five games. There was, however, one glimmer of light in this dismal seasong we won the coin toss in each game played. We are sure this small victory will never be duplicated. We found ourselves on the ground during most games, trying to recover our opponents spikes. The height factor was our most severe problem. David Stretch Hunter at 5'6 was our second tallest player and Jamie Legs Osborne still thinks he can jump as high as the net tsorry Jamiel. Even with Coach Fulford's dexterous tactics we remained cemented in last place. Brian Tobin - ST i.o'v '. .47 g. 'g r l s ,,,:-' Ia,-f D 4'lV' -s 25 P First Basketball 1 ,,- I rj.-3-gf f' W, Nag Q i ff N , A .X A EZIID vw-um-1 -zc gf - ' N ,JK Ayyyyy!! Banzai il cr r 'X Man-to-man? , EN N 1 ' A ff -. .-J N - ln, x S V ' J vo-9 We're going to be the champs! That was the opening line of the season. The fat lady isn't even singing the ending anymore. We ended up anything but the champs, displaying our awesome strength twice against Crescent while losing all the rest. What went wrong? We had the personnel: namely Paul Beattie, whose dazzling dribbling excited our enthusiastic crowds, Jeff Latimer's springy knees in- strumental in both our wins and losses, Carlo LePiane's faultless footwork, Stanley Janecek's in- tensity, Jeff Bernardo's penchant for HORSE competitions during the game, myself pumping in point after point, John Kosich's daring thrashing drives from the corner, and the biggest stiff of them all, Paul Mazze. Some of us, especially Kosich, were wondering if the N.C.A.A. scouts were going blind missing our talent - laden team. All this finesse came under the discipline of Mr. Dunkley. His slave-driving practices had us entering the gym with a desperation gnawing at our innards hoping we'd end the practice alive. Of course, this only happened when we had them. The one big upset that was supposed to get us rolling was always on the tip of our tongues but never on the tip of Q x ,X - Snfti '. U ,A It ,x I ft pCJJl xf BACK ROW: P. Baillie, S. Janecek, P. LePiane, J. Kosich, Coach Dunkley. FRONT ROW: P. Beattie, P. Mazze, G. Bernardo, C. LePiane. our fingers. Despite our losing season, some positive things did happen. Rumours of a trade for our star manager, Pat Baillie, who kept the score keepers honest all season, with our great nemesis U.C.C., shook the foundations of the school. However, Pat refused the trade claiming our school superior. Remember it ain't over till the fat lady sings. P. LePiane 'Y 1 '-is ' . 'I .QA . r 4 , In '. -l,f ' 's il-f N K e I C . sg,.'.lk'L- , 7 f - Ii Q -A 41: C Basketball, like many other sports, is a difficult game that requires long hours of practice and patience. Our basketball team, comprised of ten players, an ex- cellent coach and a manager has that patience. From the middle of November to the Christmas break, our team practiced for hours at a time. Coupled with the purchase of our sleek new basketball outfits and shoes, our hopes were high for the upcoming season. During the first months of practice our team looked promising as we won three out of the four exhibition games we played. We returned from the Christmas holidays ready for a serious two month season. However, the fun wasn't over yet, for we managed to beat the previously undefeated teachers' team by one point. The star of the team was Andrew Walker who managed to sink four foul shots in a row to win the game in the final seconds. Our team played a total of 14 games, winning 9 and losing 5. I must add, however, that three A . K1 f . ls Q - in Q, SWEET GEORGIA BROWN Under 16 Basketball . V RJ .Ga BACK ROW: l. Crassweller, T. Wilson, A. Abouchar, C. Magyar, Mr. D'Arcy. FRONT ROW: J. Stuart, A. Walker, S. McMath, J. Burrows, M. Wynn. extra points would have won us three more games! Disappointed as we were by our losses, our team forged ahead. Soon names like Tony Wilson, Steve McMath, Ian Crassweller, and Andrew Abouchar were being printed in the Globe and Mail . We weren't a four man team and because of guards like Too Tall Burrows and agile forwards like Butcher Magyar and J.J. Stuart we gained ourselves a reputation. This tough team, however, accumulated too many fouls Cover 26 in 1 gamej. Nevertheless, the team, developed and refined by the Red Shadow , managed to be successful in all aspects of the sport. We did real goodl. Andrew Merrick in Under 14 Basketball 3 i' ,Jw - t ' N' 5.4 uf -J' A-Y Q.. ' -dt 1 3, -, Q.. L 'N-f -1 if -J X-.-1. - V .- 4 K -g Q . - Q 1 S BACK ROW: Coach Dunkley, l. Edward, B. Lomax, C. Gilbert, P. Johnson. FRONT ROW: D. Tanovich, S, lstvan, N. Gough, K. Eden, J. Wedgewood. ABSENT: A. Fogden. saw:- g -K X -V lt's 3:-10 p.m. and the L'nder 1-1 Basketball team practice is un- derway. lan Edward has been practicing his lay-up shot lor the past hall' hour. Coach, my lay-up is really improxingf' he claims. Quick witted Eden retorts l sure hope so, the last game you missed nine in a row. The -4 o'clock bell sounds, and Tanovich chuckles as Gough and Wedgewood arrive late from their detention. Vl'hat's Nlr. Dunkley going to say to them this time? The team is now running a weave drill for the first time. What a disaster!! lstvan, Gilbert, and Fogden look like the Keystone Cops as they collide at mid-court. At 4:30 p.m., Lomax and Magic Johnson are measuring their jumps. 'Ya know Magic, if we could only shoot, pass, and dribble, we'd be pretty good' says Lomax. 'Well maybe next year,' concludes Magic Coach Dunkley nu- A A , 4 vi J -f J v 1 :K Q -:X -1? g, -ie q -A 4. S Under 13 Basketball ,ox 4 '- S 'xr is -1. ' ' A '- -sf . A Y' , ' an ., are ,, ' K can W '55 A A V ' e -.', i i QT' BACK ROW: J. Moore, D. Dembroski, S. Videbak. FRONT ROW: S. Mann, A. Hicks, J. Durish. g 1 N. X Q 'uw kj 2 g'W '.:-i I , 30 21 ABSENT A. Mitchell, R. Fantham, A. Drillis, T. Bean, B. Macaskill, D. Fells. Although the number of games the Under 13 Basketball team play may seem to be few, the idea behind this team supersedes game day itself. First, basketball provides an opportunity for our boys to develop their skills, coordination and self-confidence through daily one hour practice sessions. Secondly, the team serves as an introductory vehicle for interschool competition. Team members travel locally and are introduced to other independent schools and teams. Thirdly, Under 13 Basketball serves as the foundation for subsequent teams in the upper school. As for actual game situations were concerned, St. George's won four games and lost three. The boys who represented our school were, A. Mitchell, S. Videbak, P. Istvan, J. Moore, D. Fells, S. Munn, J. Durish, D. Dembroski, R. Fantham, A. Hicks, A. Drillis, B. Macaskill, and T. Bean. A special vote of thanks from the team goes to Mrs. Istvan for her unfailing support at our home games. .J I 1 ' t -an 'UMM The Ski Team o F 1 i- , fo' '- ,- ,,, -wx kg? C 'R P The peril was great, but l didn't care. l needed to do something extraordinary. By some miracle l was very calm. The fact that l had not skied before did not deter me or my coach. 'You'll be a hero' they all said. This was my show. Then the sign, l was off, flashing down the first gate, the ice nattering on my skies, my legs gradually spreading farther and farther apart, the bamboo poles looming closer and closer. x 5 St, George's College attended the l980 l.S.A.A. ski meet on February 2', l980. The bus was ready to lease at ':30 a.m., but the racers were not to be seen because of the unfavourable conditions. We took I2 skiers with us, but only I0 could race. or so they said. The first run was a warm up run and for most of us a disaster and our last run! The 5 Junior racers skiied with great determination, but this created problems such as: skis falling off, poles remaining in the starting gate, and getting bamboo splinters, The results of the race are yet to be determined due to the lack of finishing racers. tOut of our l0 racers 3 or 4 finished or at least came close enough to be counted so.i Despite mass confusion and a lack ot' funds. eh buddy, gOl a buck, the day was appreciated by all. We had fun. exercise and escaped a heavy due date for assign- ments. Many thanks to Mr. Walker, who was our coach and source ot' money. and lan Campbell, the well-known gate watcher. The ski team members are: J. Osborne. A. Trusler, D. Connal. P. .-Kntonofli. J. Sedgwick. D. Lyon, S. Lyon. l. Campbell. R. Jull. P. Keen. and P. Rider. .l, Osborne Every Swim Team captain has begun his write-up by saying This was our most successful year. I am proud to be able to continue this tradition. There is little doubt that this has been our best year yet. Mr. Baxter secured the Benson Building pool for practice. This, coupled with the return of our first captain, Mike Miller as trainer, gave us a strong foundation on which the team was built. The team was on a constant high, as the spirit of competition peaked with our first grudge rivalry, St. Andrew's, from Aurora, which proved to be our fiercest competition. When we first met, we went down to defeat by a slim margin. In the return match, we were victorious. Success was sweet, but challenged again a week later. In our third meeting the day ended in a draw. However in the I.S.A.A. finals on March 8th, not only did we beat S.A.C., but we had our strongest finish ever, finishing fifth out of all the in- dependent schools entered. The only sad note of the season was the knowledge that this was Mr. Baxter's last year as coach. This Swim Team and all those that preceded it owe Mr. Baxter a debt that can never be repaid. His time, spirit, and dedication was a model unparalleled. Peter Hughes ' ' Qzimv Swim Team As I look back over the six years in which I have been privileged to work with our Swim Team, I find myself flooded with a host of happy memories. I would like to thank each member of the Swim Team since it began and in paricular those who comprised this year's outstanding team. Without question this has been one of the most successful teams in the history of St. George's College. This of course was due to a combination of Michael Miller's untiring efforts and expert coaching, the incredible team spirit instilled by our captain, Peter Hughes, and the indispensable contributions of each individual team member. I trust that future years will see the team moving from strength to strength. D.A. Baxter PP' V, r i '2 .4 'X Q 3 Q 4 1 , sa 4' RQ is 'S -'nts -3' ng 1 - - I ,ii A1313 h, , .wr .KN . ,. i. x' ' x Oh' f.. gs.- Il'3Ck and Fleld 'TV al- of b . ' -0 ,j 1 . xr mg .mhz ' fi F l r . fare s if ' ,S lg-fp ww- A ,I :s 9-1 , +- s I .qv l ' f. .X Mel.. 5 - 1 ,..Z',.' 'E 2 L, --f,1 va ,q N Q ., . Q . . .I ,ak : . P . f zfsiki' ' X :tw-ii 3 -. 485 . A 1,- A '.-z,i--ns: - .' T,-5J1 Q: ' 'MS f .. ' ,,, iff in ,X Q, ,M fig .tai-572 P . A , I if f' .A , ' lg, f.,,f gg ,..-ti 3 YK , W I 5. A ,mqsun ix 'W ,., .. TQQSE., J 5+ 'ifi gf -v1'.g,i',?f' s. i'f 1 'ffirsfff-.ifkf4,-i..:fig'f , X ei , -it E? :rf V ...ami A, ' ' .E f -4 1-ffl' Qi . M- - MIDGET TEAM 'Q f f'-i'-- Q- til- BACK ROW: I. Edward, J. Brebner, A. LeFeuvre, T. Gray, Coach Fraser. FRONT ROW: J. Watson, J. Cimba, C. Osborne, R. Anthony, D. Langer. After a year of rebuilding, the track stars of St. George's College shone again in 1980. It is not modesty which compells us to say we are the best team in the school, it is our record. Placing an im- pressive fourth in ISSAA com- petition, the team of 1980 showed much enthusiasm, virtually doubling previous school point totals, and performing equally as well outside of ISSAA com- petition. Three weeks into our season we attended the Lord Seaton - Bishop Power Relays. This was our first taste of competition which most of the team members had never before experienced. The field was strong, and, although our success was limited, the feel of the track returned. Next came the UCC Blue Open. The scope of this meet was extended beyond that of the ISSAA. Our performance at the Blue Open gave the dauntless boy in blue, UCC's Coach Wright, something to worry about. The new force was not from the west but from the south with the red- gold-blue and white. After the Blue Open the team returned to it's dubious training facilities behind Forest Hill Arena to pursue our careers as moun- taineers. Each member of the team could probably teach Mr. Wilson a thing or two about the contours of that park! From three until five O'clock muscles were tested, pushed and pulled. As the last staggering body fell to the ground at the end of practice, Coach Fraser would begin his in- spirational service. Calling on Willie Nile for some musical assistance, Fraser would speak confidently and quickly about the season, all the while majestically puffing away on his pipe, making sure every runner had his share of smoke. It builds character and of course, the lungs, Coach Fraser says. The training paid off. In the Quaker Relays at Pickering College, the under 17 Griffith's Relay team of Kevin Smith, Ian de Haas, Anthony Birozes, and myself placed first, the time of our race being the second fastest in the history of the event. The season was nicely topped off with our fourth place finish at the ISSAA Track and Field Meet. It is safe to say we quite comfortably won the meet on a per capita basis. Special mention must be made as to one outstanding performance fof which there were manyj and that was the one of the 'Greek Machine', Anthony Birozes, who streaked to victory in both 100 m and 200 m events. He broke the existing 200 m record and came within one tenth of a second of breaking the 100 m record. The team would also like to extend special thanks to Alan Maclachlan whose well- balanced training programs turned the dream of success into reality. Unfortunately, each of the members had to wipe a tear from their eyes upon learning of Coach Fraser's retirement at the end of this season. After starting the track program ten years ago, he can now be proud of the school's most successful team. We must remember, however the ex- perienced words of track enthusiast Eric Fergusson, Old nmners never die, they just lose their soles. C. Clokie JUNIOR TEAM BACK ROW: J. LaForel, S. Daly, K. Smith, B. Routledge, B. Clarke, D. Pitman, Coach Fraser. FRONT ROW: I de Haas, P. Anthony, A. Birozes, D. Smith, I-'. Clokie, C. Clokic. The Quaker Relay Winners v QQ ' xizbvi 'Q 111- Ia,-vw-. .l Nice Shanks, coach. r a . . . .. 1 - s - . .L'. : , 5 - H 9 i 'Q Tw if. 4? 58 ' U tif ' VR' x. 1 s. ' . 'Qu , '-- Q - ' v q-a I . - X ':. '4 A L ' .. .-'- rsv' od - As' A ' X, - r ., .-. f V. I . A ..-xx 4 :1-4-I. . 4' nz. ... 3. ,A .. .w-If -5 Q - -.Q ' .5- '- T. - , '-'R , -as . hawk' 1 - N- h ,i ,. .. . Q.- - . S.. 79 W, 1 w. . I ACTIV 'I i' ITIES 1 1 .- Q 1 s October 12 was our first dance and featured WEA recording artist CHRISTOPHER WARD. Ketch-it-all Hall was filled with a record attendance: over 500 people enjoyed the fantastic show that Chris and the guys put on. The second dance was February 22, with CBS recording stars TEENAGE HEAD. The Head are the fourth highest paid band in Toronto, and one week after they played at the College, they released their second album, Frantic City . Everyone joined in the fun and danced their socks off. This dance was somewhat ex- perimental, we sold advance tickets t400+J to limit the size of the crowd. Warning! Advance tickets can land probably willj be hazardous to your well being. Never Again! The Lapels opened for Teenage Head and received rave reviews from the crowd. They are John Gare, who plays drums without his pants, Wayne Stokes, the bouncing bassist and vocalist, and John Archibald, the only guitarist I know who plays solos in his sleep. And now ..... THE NEWS. April ll, and history is made at St. George's! The final and most excellent performance of one of Toronto's most popular land most underpaidl bands, THE NEWS. This was our last dance and it went extremely well. Half the audience joined the News on stage for the encore. Greg, Scott, Mark, and Dave assured me they had a terriflic time. ., if . f ,,, 5 ,W Oh yeah, Babar and the Piddles fthe Riddlesl opened for The News. This has been the school's most profitable year with record attendances, and a gross profit of over S1100 from the dances. All the hard work was worth it. l would like to express my deepest gratitude to my partners Arthur Kennedy and Stan Janecek. I hope they will continue the good work. I would also like to thank our leader, Mr. Allen for his support and understanding, the teachers who generously devoted their time to chaperone the dances, and Mr. Gardner for his extension cords, without which we wouldn't have seen the light. As always Rock'n Roll Edd Scorpio for the Ed Bechard, Art Kennedy, and Stan Janecek Show . The Social Committee Social Committee Xb The Student's Council Dear Georgians: This year's student's council enjoyed a great deal of success. We brought big name groups into the school for dances and tried our best to represent the students in the best way we knew how. The executive of the student's council started off the school year with great enthusiasm, everybody attended. Later, as Stephen Dembroski learned that the Vice President's job was only a figurehead, he took it upon himself to show up only when he had a bad lunch or something important was happening during a particular council meeting. The Social Committee worked well after getting over the Andy Spear's Blues . Rob Secor as Treasurer was the most reliable man on the executive. He was constantly there and always had a worthy suggestion. One would not be able to write this report without some mention of Raymond Dames. Raymond always seemed to be lost in his high conception ol' himself but when he found it lit to come t85U!o ol' the timel or arrive on time H5070 ol' the timel tlte Student's Council received the best minutes and now a permanent minutes book is to be added to the Councils ofthe future. ln conclusion, the group oth us had fun and enjoyed the added responsiblity. We will honour these memories ot' the l979-NSU Council after we have left the school because we knew we managed to uphold the high traditions ot the council. Cicoll' Morphy Orchestra and Band Shrieking like a thousand damned, tortured souls, the clarinets test their reeds, while the saxes warm up with the bone- jarring roar of a demented B52. Then an obscene glissando from the trombone. Plaster falls from the ceiling, dogs cower under tables, howling. Then the conductor raises his baton, and the noise, and the dust, settles. It's a magical trans- formation as liquid trills from the flutes counterpoint against warm trumpet tones. The concert band is at play. Elsewhere, the stage band boogies to a different drummer, as we bop and shuffle to syncopated Gershwin, and round another bend the string orchestra draws rich golden harmonies from their pulsating strings. Ah, it's a grand thing, music. Boogie Bugle Master Boogie Bugle Boys 84 The At l:l5 Mr. White will come in, and everybody is supposed to go to their places, be quiet, and stand until told to sit down. Mr. White: Like as the hart. lWe now hear a great deal of shuffling and the start of talking.l Hicks: Shhhhhhhhhhh! tMr. White plays the opening chord.J Mr. White: One, two, three and sing ,... Bad attack! Once again, two three ........,..... l feel as if l'm conducting a bowl of jelly. Next line. tbegins conductingj You're as flat as a pancake! tsings line himselD I can do it so well, why can't you? Once again. One, two, Fells, are you with us? Fells: Yes sir. fLam puts his head downj Mr. White: Oh, where's Lam gone? tLam quickly brings his head up and then we all start singing. Lam begins laughingl Egan: Shut up Lam, it's not funny. Sit still. Pull your chair in, sit up straight. Don't sing flat. tmore people begin talkingy Mr. White: Quiet ...... Now, where is the climax in this phrase? Bramble: The Middle? Mr. White: Paaaaartly. Ball: At the word Lord ? Mr. White: Yes of coooooourse! Oh, there's Graham staring out the window again. l'll bet you know every brick in that house Graham ...... We'll start at the top of page two. lHalyk no fooling around? Right I-lalyk? Halyk: Yes Sir. Mr. White: Goooood! Graham do you know where we're starting? Graham: Page three? Mr. White: Oh really? The rest of us will start at the right place. tWe hear a discordant note! Who was it? Fowler: lt was me sir. Mr. White: Tc, Tc. Tc ..... Stop. You sound like you're shoveling snow. Let's hear the thirds to that line. ................... . Choir You sound like miss in at pasture. Where should you take at hit-:sin tn this line? Walters: Alter the xstird x-.aIked '? Mr. White: Yes IllAl S right .........., .. .. . The way you breath, you're going to suck in that tops Put that away. Walmtsley tn D minor. lbegins to play introduction, but immediately stops i That's the first mistake l'se made this year. ....., ...,, . ,. You sound like old men climbing stairs. Holman Responses, Anonymous I Junior School Drama ' lf' qppuw-or---Ns--'f As cowboys, dressed in the costume of the Old West , dribble basketballs throughout a saloon, and women, dressed in all their finery, commence throwing each other across Ketchum Hall, the casual bystander may wonder- can this possibly be some Aborigine tribe performing a sacred ritual? No, but close. It is the dress rehearsal of the Junior School Play, The Wild and Woolly West , a vignette from the saga of how the West was won, pictured from within a small, isolated town. X1 1, , .BA -V ,PN -. Despite the apparent lack of control that the director possesses over the rowdy actors, the play got off the ground and was a great success. This result is due to the diligent work of the boys of the Junior School who participated in the play. But, of course, the hard work of Mr. Stevenson can not be overlooked or even be measured in terms of its great importance in the play's success. P. Hawkins L- A f M 1'-'r-.J - . XC.: fia1f'3:'i f . 5- I Nw. ,SWF . , - 1,5-5 S The first angry man. Senior Drama ,fb ,-5 What can you say about a play that was cancelled one year and nearly cancelled the next? You could remark that this play must be riddled with problems, and be quite right in your assumption. We had everything from poor attendance at rehearsals to a total lack of interest from outside the drama club. Did that deter our hardy actors? No! When the heat went out in See House and our stage had to be a classroom, did we give up? No! When half the original cast left the school after the first year, did we burn our scripts? No! Ours was a story of perseverance and an all-conquering desire to beat Twelve Angry Men into submission. During the week of Feb. 24 all of the students and parents finally saw Twelve Angry Men performed on stage with the screams of our director still ringing in our ears. We put on a fine performance, covering up well for our few mistakes. The audiences of that week deserve a lot of credit as they received us warmly. We must also thank them for their patience in waiting so long for the play to finally be presented. We will use Twelve Angry Men as a solid base for a better, more organized drama club to bring you better productions in the future, all under the watchful eye of our tolerant director, Mr. Nlatnprize. N, Culy erw ell TJ av' iwaf' 1.25 ,.., Q Y, 1-12 341,55 , The Ayatollahs is Q VF K . .ff ' , ff.. vi. :O fig ,, The Fourth Dimension H ,,. Debating At the beginning of the year, things looked generally hopeless. Only two people with experience were left ftwo grade 13's-80070 of the debating skill-had graduatedl. And eight people knew of debating in St. George's. However the pure skill of our T.C.S. team, fHenry, Maclntosh, Till, Boltonj at the Fulford Cup tournament, served to save us from extermination at the hands of Marshall Webb. The team ranked second and P. Till was the best speaker. For the rest of the year we followed a calculated strategem of bombing tournaments. But pure skill was evident at the biggest tournament of the year, the Toronto Finals. Two teams fTill and Pape, Culverwell and Maclntoshl cleaned up. Pape, Till and Culverwell ranked 7th, 8th and 9th respectively, out of the city's best 56 debators. All three qualified for the Ontario Finals. Black bureaucracy squeezed out Mr. Till and Mr. Culverwell, But Mr. Pape competed and placed a glorious 16th out of the top 60 in Ontario. g f gl 1 Meanwhile, in order to rise l.R.D.O.D.C.D. Q. 5 ll 'f- 1 4? 5-G .sm My fi argl' The Second Balcony - The Western Rebellers K . V xi 'Z tx 1 X-qw Q aw -I Q? Y: Cx ' .Q x ' W Q EA f f 3 2 V- . ef , Q, -4 :,'5 A Marshall Webb and the Shams if yea.. , i , ff- 'ga' , f 12 vf . 1 AV.: , fe- A , ',?'fk, . , Q , Q -:'jI3E:4. g ,131 ff . ' ' iii, , .. T , ,C'1i-fi' V .1-'35, M3 531- '- ff . bi if V 1 is Ms - 'e-V 8 V 'sa wasnt V.. f at 1: PQ.-.P 1 -if fi fsffiral. The Final Judgement above the confusion of weekly meetings a league of two-man teams was formed. The best teams were fin orderj The President's fMarshall Webb and the Shamsj, the upsetting ' ', and the Existors. Such debates were highlighted by Lee Weston debating while lying on the floor and J. Maclntosh doing odd things to a desk. In the flurry of Marshall Webb buttons and hate lists, despite rampant Shnurrisms tread bureaucratic obstacles , we thus debated. And by the end, this important statistic came in: fifteen people knew about debating this year. Many thanks are due to Father Pegler who did everything except debate himself. Max. 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Tribe ofGrade ll 'I I' Special thanks to Joel Blatman 'I END OF EXECUTION 0 LINES OF OUTPUT 1,000,000,000 STATEMENTS EXECUTED END OF SPIK BATCH The Camera Club A certain mystique surrounds the Camera Club in the eyes of the average student. We are rarely seen in actiong some ask if we are ever in action! The truth is yes. Behind the closed door of the dark room, you subject to the whimp of the Year Book Committee, are ling at their arduous tasks! Our duty is a thankless one. We publicize the various school teams. While they bask in the limelight, we prepare their photos for the scrutiny of Mr. Fulford and the editors of the Yearbook. One may occasionally see a photographer attempting to capture scholastic honors with the magic of the camera, but some teachers elude us. When you see one of us, please consider what we must daily face, before you continue your mad dash for the exit. Our sole guiding light in the oppressive darkness is Mr. Wilson. He is an inspiration to us and protects us from the other masters. Unfortunately, some of our members are no longer with us. They know who they are. The younger members of the Club, although a bit strange, have served faithfully, and would complain if not mentioned. Our major problem at the moment is a lack of funding. Last year, we received enough money to move from the dungeons of the See House to the roof of Founders' Hall. Donations are greatly appreciated, and may be slipped under the door of the Mark Allodi Dark Room. Miles Ridout BACK ROW: R. Werda, P. Miller, G. Petkovich, D. Kanbergs, S. Armes, K. Wiseman, S. Merrick. FRONT ROW: D. Fiala, M. Ridout, D. Pitman, C. Lindsay, G. Ridout, J. Rusica, J. Macintosh. -we In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with QIO7, and the Word was Goddo. And the sound falleth upon the teachers and the teachers comprehendeth it not. The sound falleth also upon the learners, called student, and they did dig it as they could not spell comprehend. And there arose among the students a great stirring, and much scribbling was done upon papers. And lo, there arose a loud cry within the halls, and the cry fell upon the ears of all, and they heard them saying, We want Goddo! And the cry was carried unto the bowels of the school, yea, even unto the closet of the Social Committee. And the committee did meet, and they said, Let there be ditto sheets, and there were. And behold, the stencil became a contest sheet and was given up unto the machine, and it was fruitful and multiplied. The sheet grew among the students Act of Goddo V . 'x Q and they did write upon it thrice by one and twenty, the names of rock bands. And lo, in the room of the Prefecture there arose a great pile, yea, even unto a mountain, of these sheets. And the calculators were much pressed as their circuits marked the numbers of sheets. known as entries, that were there in piles. And it came to pass that seconds before the deadline the sheets were brought unto QIO7, and were indeed said to be twice ten hundreds. And in the end it was decreed by QIO7 that St. George's College should receive the prize. And the prize was a concert. And the concert was with Goddo. And the learners, called students, were pleased, and they repeated unto themselve the words of The Great Godoxitz. called Greg, lf it is indeed lonely at the top Who Cares! it's lonely at the bottom too! litl llccltartl United Appeal Just drivin' a tractor. 1 Mr. Clayton: Boy, do those guys look like pros. Mr. D'Arcy: I'm pretty good too, guys. Mr. Kerr: Hey Bob, when's my turn? Mr. Manion: Ah, Mr. Head- master, it's time for lunch, I think. Mr. Allen: Do you always dress up for these occasions, Mr. Manion? Mr. Haslett: I can remember racing one of these things through the Alps with my dog strapped to the back. The United Way Campaign was once again a successful venture for St. George's students. The 280 students in the senior school raised two thousand four hundred dollars. This total does not compare to previous years, but despite our 'tight' economy, the students were able to find willing donors. St. George's won the per- capita contest run by the United Way and McDonald's restaurants of Canada. The school received a large trophy which was presented in front of the student body in late February. An award was also presented to Mr. Fraser for his diligent contribution to the campaign. In order to raise money the students competed in various events including baseball-a-thons, walk-a-thons, football-a-thons, bike-a-thons, and rummage sales. The most successful event was a teacher tricycle race during the lunch break. The students were allowed to bet on the various teachers who had set odds. The winner of this back bending race was none other than Mr. Walker. Mr. Manion and Mr. Fulford were also up near the top. I would like to give special thanks to Dave Hilliker, my faithful assistant who kept pestering me to get the campaign moving. Rob McClelland The Formal Luscious women, swank men, impeccable manners, we could have been on the vast lawns of the great Gatsby. I, Verd, was Jay Gatsby, a love far away, a dot on the end of the dock: oh Daisy where dost thou linger without my love when Operator wafts their delicious music. Oh, if music be some food of love, play on. I stand etched out against the sky of the Chelsea Bun, listening to the chat and elegance. Pale sensuous colours were in this year, even white bow ties CI had expected black, somehowj. For the first part of the night the men solemnly sought out Mr. Allen and formally introduced their l'amour Qoh heart, dost thou break. Five long years I have waitedj. The men walked strong in dark Tuxedoes, stood close to their girls and leaned forward intimately and with style. The introduction was made. Even I, Verd Saffron, who am profound in my taste, could not have done better. The night spun on in the music and dim lights, until suddenly it was over. We all paraded out, some seated from the dinner party and dance, others still wound like a clock for the dinner parties that would end in the first light of the morning and dreams. This time we beat our oars with the current. Verd Saffron Dig that beat The Business Game l lk. -A 7 ,,--X --1 -,,-2 ..- ,f-ff.- fa df pi,- ',,'li' -f Zf 4...-f 1 ,,,f- 1 'arf'-4, --ff' f4 '-I V - F, ,iff --,....--A .,,..-ff'-V f Q , J. Bolitho, Mr. A. Dailey, P. Baillie, C. Payne, Mr. Omera, B. Angus, C. Arnoldi. On May 9, a composite team consisting of Brian Angus, Charles Arnoldi, John Bolitho, and Chris Payne went to the Hotel Toronto to represent SGC for the first time in the Institute of Chartered Accountants' business game finals. To get there, we had finished in the top 5 of over 1800 teams in Ontario. The business game simulates a miniature situation, in which each team represents one company competing for the highest profit in the production of widgets . Each week frepresenting one quarter yearj the team must make the necessary decisions in the areas of marketing, prices, production, and, most importantly, the new plant. The game comes complete with oppresive interest rates 114070 per quarterj to truly simulate the real world! After the first of six long periods in the finals, the field had been narrowed from five to three teams. By the end of the second period, suicidal overborrowing had narrowed it further to St. George's and U.C.C. In the third and fourth periods, we lost ground to U.C.C. due to insufficient investment in the new plant. After disastrous overselling in period 5, we recognized that the situation called for drastic action. In the final period, our team made an heroic effort which brought us to within a hairs breadth of vic- tory. We were the only team to show a profit in any period, and the administrators admitted that, in terms of overall financial position fsolvency, markets, etc.J, our team should have won--not bad for the first year. Watch out next year, U.C.C.! We thank Mr. O'Meara for this useful and entertaining op- portunity. J. Bolitho and C. Arnoldi Association Dinner The St. George's Association Dinner was another trip into the past with long ago classmates and friends, each one of us asking, Remember when we ...? g or, What are you doing now? : or, Were you there that time we ...'? It was a fine evening marked by good food, drink, and company. Of the many speeches and words spoken that night, those of three speakers in particular meant the most to me. Words from Mr. Wright made me proud, St. George's College is the best boys' private school in Canada g and laugh, 1 was con- ferring with my old friend Ezekiel .... . Words from Mr. Manion, from master of the Class of 1970 celebrating its ten year anniversary, took me back to French classes in a room with a fire blazing in the fireplace. Words from Mr. Allen detailed our strength--our staff and students, both past and present. Our guest speaker Donald MacDonald gave a very timely and informative speech concerning the ramifications of either a Yes or a No vote in the Quebec referendum. When l reflect upon all of these memories conjured up by these speakers l know that the evening was a worthwhile one. George Rutherford A ' 1 5 1 A'-Druid NX '45 Prize Day The words Prize Day , whatever else they may denote, are inseparably connected with THAT day, when the thirty-odd members of the graduating class realize that they no longer need to be polite to the members of the staff, and that their days at St. George's are brought to an end. Such a day was June 12, with its heat and humidity beating down on the students in their maroon blazers. The I-Ieadmaster's speech was witty but brief, well suited for such a hot day. It nicely summed up the school year and fit well into the smoothly organized ceremony. Dr. Wright, our Headmaster Emeritous, added eminence and dignity to Prize Day in his flowing scarlet garb, proudly manifesting his title of Doctor of Sacred Letters. Soon the glittering array of bric- a-brac was distributed to everyone who had worked hard enough to receive it, and O Canada was sung, after which the hall soon emptied and the care-takers came in to rearrange the chairs. ed. l ,i 1 l i i I .72 i l F 1 i T 1 Norval ...f S Ji' -,I - lk u We do all sorts of things at Norval. Play games and try to learn mostly. I remember one day after morning instruction that we made forts and fought ferocious wars. I got hit in the stomach three times but I managed to stay alive and defend our fort. It was made of branches and cardboard. Going up to Norval is great because it is different from regular school even though it is school. Every class goes up at a different time of the year. WE went up in the fall with Mr. O'Meara and Dr. Barlow and learned all about pink bellies, war and science in just one week. Grade Six Survivor ,sf Grade 7B Grade 7B ,vi r t9 .L Metric Day What is a Metric Day? Ask the 9D math class, they'l1 know. On Monday May 5th the math class of Mr. Armitage had a National Metric Day Parade. Of course no parade is complete without a band, ours under the baton of Lester Hiraki. Also involved with the organization of Metric Day were the Grand Marshall, William Henry and his assistant Steven Bolton. The Grand Vizier in the yellow hat was none other than Mr. Armitage who first had the idea of Metric Day. First in the parade was a sign carried by Hart Mckewon and Kevin Eden. Then Lester with his cadre of Paul Hawkins, Graeme Egan, and Dave Lyon with the harmonica. EVERYBODY LOVES A PARADE Just after them came Chris Alexander and Paul Mann on the cuzoos. Unfortunately Mark Clarke, our Middle Vice President, forgot his trumpet. Following them were the Grand Marshalls of the parade and the Grand Vizier. Mr. Allen's office was filled with the frenzied spirit of Metric Day. We sang O Canada and Mr. Allen was officially presented with a metre stick and poster. When we returned to the classroom cookies were passed out by the Grand Marshall qeverybody got two except for Timmy who got threej. The great saga of Metric Day was done. Your Grand Marshall, William Henry Athletic Banquet On Thursday May 23rd, l980 the 4th Annual St. G. C. Athletic Banquet was held at the Chelsea lnn. A crowd of two hun- dred people including a good number of mothers turned out to honor this year's athletes. Mr. Dunkley started the proceedings by introducing the Head Table and a guest of honor table including Mr. Richard Nakatsu and Mark Ackley future teachers at SGC. Also, Mr. Frank Reynolds was recognized and honored for his con- tribution to athletics at SGC, as a supplier of uniforms and sports equipment. This year the banquet audience was a party to an excellent. thought provoking speech by our Special Guest Mr. Dave Copp, Director of Athletic Excellence at the University of Toronto. Mr. Copp focused on the value of sport as it relates to an appreciation of self worth. He outlined the concept of a self-inventory re skills and athletic ability vis-a-vis success and failure for a greater personal awareness. ln con- clusion, Mr. Copp spoke of how one could integrate these two concepts to provide one with a better quality of life both in and out of athletics. Upon completion of this in- teresting and educational speech Mr. Copp was presented with a gift from St. GC by Mr. McMaster. Mr. Dunkley then called upon the various team coaches to present colors and M.V.P. awards to players from their respective teams. Two coaches, Mr. Fraser, Track and Mr. Baxter, Swimming were given com' memorative plaques in thanks for their coaching efforts. Next came the prestigious Athletes of the year. Winning the Junior School Athlete award was young Jason Durish. The Junior Athlete of the Year tGrades 8 and 99 was lan Edward: the intermediate Athlete award went to Anthony Birozes while the Senior Athlete of the Year was Cam Clokie. To close the evenings presentation of awards Mr. Dunkley called upon the Headmaster, Mr. J.D. Allen, to present the schools highest athletic honor - The St. G.C. Athletic Letter. Receiving their letters were David Hilliker, Bill Dafoe, Paul Mazze, Andrew Podnieks, and Cam Clokie, After a brief address by the former Headmaster, Mr. J.L. Wright the proceedings were closed by Mr. Dunkley's invitation to assemble again next year. Mr. McMaster Mr. Dave Copp-Guest Speaker -n i J 'HQ K ' - 'Er- rr ff. . .'f I X J K . A i. V, .1 A ' , i 4 , ' 'f ' t f ' , I . 'I t . ' I? rx . i1.- , r'f' i 5 5 ' ' ' t Q ' x 4 N-' A :..qK ,il ag- .W I i , C '- 1 ' ' ' di' . I t' 'H A- A . 17 Q , .Eli , ' st7t' Q j' i js ' QGW'-. i . 1 Ja? x It ' .l. Durish - Junior School athlete of the I. Edwards - Lower School athlete of the year year -me is -tv , . ' 4 1 gg- if.. .l '33 F 1 . D'-'Rig . I 1 'H Q' .Qty : 4 -Q Q ' Lili-. psi . t fi Q. 5.-5' T' f 'g: I-lv , Qv . it N 'I ' .- g f l' 'N 1 '? I A. Birozes - Middle School athlete of thc tl tlnkic f Senior Selitml .ithlt-tc ni the year year 0ld Boy's Basketball BACK ROW: A. Rogers, S. Knight, R. Hector, Silk Smith. FRONT ROW: Elbows Dunkley, T. King, B. Shields, S. King, D. Bell. In response to the first game between the masters and the U 16's little can be said lat the insistence of the masters, of coursel. However one should note that some guy called 'Nomad' Walker blew in four straight foul shots. 42 - 41 for U 16 The second game started when the old boys, resurrected after a year of debauchery, slouched in, confident that with age must come experience and with experience must come ability. Mr. Dunkley was so impressed with the looks of his old pros that he quickly volunteered himself and Silk Smith to bolster the the ah, team. Doug Bell, organizer ex- traordinaire, kept the team's mind OJ from thinking too much by relating lewd andlor absurd stories about his visit to Lake Placid. 'We're in home albums all over the countryf Anyway, despite the practice, the old boys did begin and did eventually finish. Brent Shields must have run about 30 miles that game. 'l'm a track man' and Terry King almost believed himself when f 1 I I he philosophized 'I'm still waiting for the right moment to shoot.' The game raged on, the impetus coming from the first team. The LePiane brothers were steaming and Latimer made moves that he's never even seen on TV. Dr. Whimp was sinking them from centre court and X killer Cowan was playing on one leg to give his ankle a rest. Oddly enough, the Old Boys not only stayed behind but eventually even got close to the First Team. With two seconds to go the score was 55 - 52 for the First's. There was still time however. CWally goes for M.B.A. RULESJ The set was great. The Firsts desert the key so Stretch Hector can tie it up and go into overtime MISSED HE MISSED And they all rolled in agony when he did. QSpeaking quite frankly, when I saw him after the game wrapped around a brew, I wondered to myself if he actually missed it on purpose.J Sami Bazooka ,-no SQ li 5. X ik Old Boys' Hockey I BACK ROW: M. Sherriff, D. Reive. SECOND ROW: C. Cook, C. Crassiseller, J. Nlillen, S. Nlcl,aren, K. Matthews, K. Laises, D. Campbell, NI. Richardson. Nl, Hunter, l' I inch FRONT ROW: R. Koby, D. lriine, B. Hill, N. Shilletto, F. Phillips, P. Gibson, The evening began with something novel for this winter: a snowstorm! There was limited attendance, but those who were there were quite vocal in their support of the teams. ln the first game, Mr. Dunkley donned his boxing apparel tgloves and headgearl and scored two quick goals. The Old Boys ll team replied with goals by Creed and Merkley by the end of the first period. Mr. Love had burned himself out doing his Eddie Shack imitation. ln the second period Peter Anthony scored but again the Old Boys came back. John Wesley drifted a shot past Chunky McClelland. However, Mr. O'Meara quickly restored the lead to the teacher-reinforced UI6 team for good. The final score was 4 to 3. The evening's main attraction pitted Mr. MclN1aster's First Team against a large but somewhat slowed Old Boys I team. Retired headmaster Mr. Wright was on hand to drop the first puck. The game was very close-checking in the first period though it was due to the credit of the goalies, Hugh Phillips and Nick Shilletto that the first period ended scoreless. Date Irvine scored in the second period to put the Old Boys into the lead: however, Doug Chaddock finally got his booming slapshot inside the net to tie the score. Sandy McLaren and Brian Hill scored to give the Old Boys a mo goal lead by the third period, but O they were fading quickly. Crassweller nas seen gasping for breath and begging for isater near the bench. ln thc meantime. Doug l Pass it, XX'orrall l Chaddock and Mark tPass it, Cliaddocknl Worrall were performing tricks with the puck. One of Bill qlohn .-Xndersonl Dal'oe's tackles on Nick Shilletto resulted in a goal which was quickly followed by another, this time by .-Xntliony lllairl Biroles. Hoxseser, eien Bill tHoixicl Clarke isas not able to stop lrxine from scoring his second ol' the night. lt proied to be the winner despite nunierous good chances by the l'irsts. R Necor Two land rovers streak down the highway. A canoe is on the second and the well-set driver is hidden behind the mirror glasses. Is this a beer commercial? No, it's Dr. Barlow, Mr. Smith and ten screaming juveniles. The Executive Council fthe teachersj had it all planned out. We would arrange to have the canoes and packs meet us at the Smoke Lake Landing where we would start off sometime after lunch. Everything worked out and it was after we were in the Park that I realized my slingshot and marbles were illegal. They were hidden quickly. We had tail winds going across Smoke and it was only when we reached the portage that we found out how bad the bugs were. Dr. Barlow had it planned again and he produced his mosquito net, a green netted hood he wore. You couldn't see his face very well, but we were able to get over this loss. The funny part came when a bug got through and he poked at his face until he squashed it. At the portage everyone carried his pack except Hanleyg he carried the life jackets. Finally after a lake and a portage we reached our campsite and raised the tents. The Creator's tent was nylon with fiberglass poles, screen and a little roof over the door. Ours were Salvation Army style. After dinner we went to bed and that is when the inter-tent raids started. The Providers were not pleased. When we had breakfast and a lecture about the previous night, we were off and paddling. And again after lakes, portages, and songs fnot to be repeatedl we reached Blueberry Point. We set up the tents, jumped off the rocks, swam, washed, changed out of our crusty shirts, went to our tents, and went to sleep. The next morning the Gods had a meeting and it was decided that we would stay on the campsite for a few days because it was a peninsula and the bugs were better than elsewhere. Also the Divine Muscles were getting tired. The day was great. Gregor Gilbert sat in his tent and read three books. Everyone else sat around, swam, iogfished, jumped off some rocks we Canoe Trip '79 had found, and counted bug bites. Jull held the record with one hundred and twenty-four, closely followed by the rest of us. The next two days were the same except we found a turtle laying eggs and digging holes. It proceeded to tumble down twenty feet of rock and into the lake. I thought it was dead, Hanley thought it was hurt, and Gregor didn't know the was sleeping in his tentj. Because of bugs and a threatening storm, we packed up and had a long day of paddling to the trucks. Going across Smoke Lake was frightening for we were paddling with head winds. But we made it to the trucks, left the canoes to be picked up and were on our way home. We thought. Actually there was food to be eaten and it was late. So we were forced to cook in the staff room and sleep in the gym. The next day Mommy came. The nightmare was over. John Macintosh Cornhusk II On May IO, 1980, one night after the big Formal , a few lucky students witnessed the most monumental event in the history of St. George's College CORNHUSK ll For those of you who don't know the difference between Cornhusk and a manhole, it was the 2nd annual talent concert, celebrating the premature harvest ol' Corn- husks. There was really nothing wrong with Cornhuskg the talent was fairly good, the sound was good and it wasn't raining. The only problem was that there were less people than could fill an average phonebooth. The rest of the evening was a mixture of sound and silence. The sound was primarily supplied by intermittent musical en- tertainment. The silence was the result of the great microphone shuffle. Special thanks goes out to .leff Boyce whose sound equipment was a much needed element in making Cornhusk even a mild success. The musical entertainment, which appeared after 20 or 30 minutes silence was worth the wait. We would like to thank the Void, the Rads from Branksome Hall and especially the Lapels from S.G.C. As we sit back in the sun, it's comforting to know that it's all history now. By the way, where were you when the lights went out? C. Glynn cs, sur Loves nn: our 0Nu.y omls LATER N0 Age svors Mas nam? Plto BLE ms SM.Ly THAT Esofekacn REALLY wokxs ANU THAT sAsy oPEwMq Luo as Ream.-I qggfrtl Lf' A THESE Mawr qmovzs ' may nas nqe 5Pof5 moss amen PmcHE5 ?l AMA ff AH, DONT BE ASHRMED FRUE fHEm wma Esoffmcn Use 0nu.y AS DIRECTED ESOTEKICR donuts BELQW THE SKIN Sukrnce LN mfr CASES AQ: SPOTS Kass AND Fans or Loon N0 smuosn Q 4 Sauce LINES 'xv I 4 ' ' ff 1 ' lx! 1 Il' X X M- V, fi 0 , . Nf' ' eu , I f ff 1 Y I 'A Y I 'Z Q-I I F. 'W .12 ,J1 A 5- No . 3 I l D Lf ,gf 2 I vac 1 vi, - ' f Qs 4 ' f ARTS ARTS OVH HELLQ' ' e X Mm 4 Y .ro RE GooD-915 DEAR. Y Plame Il M f .f ' THIS! 1 HumPH'fH4U QCSWN CHILDHOOD The push against gravity up, The pull of gavity down, Parks. Sugar substances, sticky and messy, Corner candy stores, Bubblegum. Rise and shine at seven, Crazy cartoons till twelve, TV Little brats, Pink dresses, yelling, screaming, Girls, girls. Dirt, fun and play, Hot, waste of time, no fun Baths. D. Dembroski W x , K9 9 it X 4114, H, 4- iliilwt T U H ll The lithe, fluttering moth flew through the soft nightness searching for some endless glow. The light passed o'er the porch, searching A comforting candescence forever. B. Unger Charge the cry is spoken. but his feet keep him back having no wish to kill. Once more the cry is announced and is heard throughout the battle-field echoing against the rubble. The cry! He hears it one last time but still is restrained restrained for his duty his obligation his duty. He cannot move He wants to keep his life precious life and leave others theirs, leaving the glory to the glorious and death to the dead. G. Hodjera K. ODE TO MATH Oh! When l'm dead Oh! bury me deep And lay my math book At my feet. Tell Mr. Armitage l've gone to rest. And won't be back for the mathematics test. P. Miller THE SIXTH HEADMASTER THOUGHTS AFTER A DECISION MAKING CLASS St. George's Educational Institute, May 19, 2017. Sweat sticks to me and itches under the uniform all day. It is not the regular uniform that the other boys wear - it is a one piece grey shroud. That way they QTHEY have figured this all outj triple my humiliation, because I stand out so well in a crowd of sixty thousand blazing red blazers. Teachers give me odd looks all day. In each class, each stare from their fish-like eyes makes my heart beat race. Usually when I'm restless in the classroom I cut graffiti into my desk. Today I am like a stone, and can't do anything to escape. You'd think that in a classroom with five hundred and fifty other kids you could sort of sink into the floor and be ignored but no, my shroud sticks out like a damn skyscraper and the damn teachers can't stop looking The other boys are tense as wires when they talk, every conversation is a tightrope. They're afraid that if they say something wrong, to offend me, they'll fall off. So they keep the tightropes short. The bell rings very loud in my head. You'd think it was the first sound ever to hit my eardrums, it's so ominous and clear and resonant. It is my last bell. No one I know dares speak with me, so I make my way to the office of one of the 24 headmasters. How many other kids are being punished in our school of 59,480 boys this afternoon? This morning in first class: The history teacher hit me across the face, hard. l stood up. He swore. l swore back, swung my fist, broke his glasses. Too many of you asses! he yelled, completely losing his fragile sanity. Too many of you! But l'll nail you, damn you! You're not getting away with this! In half an hour, the prefects came: two of them striding into French class. They each took one of my struggling arms and threw me into a small windowless room where I exchanged - with protest - my school uniform for the grey cassock. Then they gave me a number punched in a round metal plate and let me go. l was dazed for a long time, standing stupidly in the corridor where they had dumped me. Then l smelled smoke: the prefects were burning my locker, its con- tents and my uniform, two halls away. The number on the metal plate is six. I hold the plate in my cold palm at this moment as l stand before door number six, the office of the sixth headmaster. My heart now is beating like a drum. I can feel it all over. l can't stand still for fear. I have to run - where? l have to scream - no place for running, no escape for the condemned in this school Suddenly door number six opens. My heart stops along with my breathing. I am struck by terror as the sixth headmaster comes out of his room, looks at his watch, then at me and down the corridor. He is tall and gaunt. Have you got the slip? Like a man on his deathbed l hand over the thin metal plate. The headmaster looks me mer dispassionately, then draws a gun and l hear the shot rippling through everything. P. Till PLAN TO AMBUSH The street was desolate. The boardwalks were barren of people, and no one stirred. It was a stillness that could only mean one thing. The Unionists had infiltrated Confederate territory. No one dare venture past their front door for fear that they would break the curfew and be shot as a Unionist. The quietness of the town worried Stonewall the Confederate Lieutenant. He had a gut feeling that something was wrong. Somehow, he thought, that this was the lull before the storm. There had been rumours that the Unionists were plotting an ambush on the Confederate force. But, where would it be done? Stonewall's palms began to sweat as he pondered what the Unionists were planning. Suddenly, the door burst open and two Confederate soldiers entered. Begging your pardon sir, the taller once said, but one of our patrols has found a dead body in the alley behind the general store. Stonewall quickly grabbed his hat and strapped on his sword as he followed the soldiers out the door. At the scene of the murder was the town doctor and some other high ranking town officials. The body, it was determined, was no citizen of the town, and probably just a traveller. The lieutenant ordered his men to take the body away. After the body was taken away the officials and the crowd dispersed. The lieutenant turned around and started to leave also but something on the ground caught his eye. He stepped back two paces and reached for the object. lt was a small ragged diary. He opened it and flipped through the pages. There was an entry under August 12. August 12 was today. His eyes moved quickly to the bottom of the page. lt read meeting, livery, 7:30, plan Confed ambush. The lieutenant pulled out his pocket watch. lt was seven o'clock. He placed the diary and his watch back in his coat pocket. Small groups of Confederate soldiers watched the livery stable from every vantage point. Some were stationed behind barrels, others behind water troughs, others in the boardwalk shadows on the opposite side of the street. Stonewall was behind a wagon directly in front of the livery stable. This couldn't be just a hoax. Stonewall's men had watched people enter the rear of the livery. He pulled out his watch for the seventh time in about as many minutes. A soldier came and knelt beside him. He had been the man watching the livery stable from behind since seven sixteen. Fifteen people inside sir, the soldier said. Once more the lieutenant looked at his watch. Seven-forty was the time. Inside the livery the Unionists sat around a crate in the back corner of the stable section. On the crate stood a lantern. Most of them sat on crates but some sat on the dividers between the stalls, some leaned against beams. All their faces were illuminated by the amber beams from the lantern. Their clothing was all jet black. The light showed young frightened faces. They had one goal in common and that was to defeat the Confederates. They would gladly give their lives for the cause. A tall well built man with a stature similar to that of Stonewall and definitely their leader, arose. He stretched out a map on the crate beside the lantern. The map showed the town and two clearings. The second clearing showed the presence of some type of battalion. The men closed in around the lantern, their leader, and the map. The unionist leader started speaking in a monotone what seemed to be orders of some sort. He made gestures but his voice never changed from the solemn monotone. His voice was barely audible so the men moved ever closer toward him. Their faces became suddenly solemn. One of the younger men broke down and fell to the floor sobbing. Outside the lieuenant signaled his men into position. Two soldiers would untie and disperse the Unionists' horses that were tied to the rear of the livery. The other soldiers were divided into two main groups: one would storm the livery from the front entrance, the other group would 108 storm the livery from the rear entrance. The signal would be two shots. The lieutenant looked at the hands of his watch and tried to think of why the Unionists would even think of meeting in Confederate territory, in a livery stable. Stonewall put his watch away and he pulled out his pistol and aimed at a post by the front entrance of the livery stable. He fired once, twice. The horses could be heard stampeding away. Inside the livery a bloody conflict had begun. The cracking of limbs could be heard along with screams, shots, cries of pain and shots rang loud and clear. The Unionists fought hard but the Confederates emerged as victors. Broken swords, smashed rifles, bodies with con- torted faces, some without limbs or limbs badly mutilated. Everything was so smothered in blood. There were few Unionists left alive. The Confederates with shredded and blood soaked uniforms returned to their barracks to battle their wounds, change and rest from their hard nights work. In the morning the soldiers were busily at work. Burying the dead and attending to their own wounded comrades. The tally was made. Five Unionists as prisoners, ten dead. One Confederate dead, twelve wounded. The proper reports were brought before Stonewall for him to sign. The Lieutenant decided to read the reports while having his morning coffee. Two of his soldiers entered his office, by bursting through the door las two had the night beforel. All of the prisoners tried to escape sir, one succeeded but we shot the other four sir, they said. Mount up the regiment. He must not be allowed to get away. He must be found and shot, the lieutenant yelled slamming his fist on his deak. His face was red and he trembled with rage. The entire force was mounted after a time and then they were off to find the escaped Unionist. On the edge of a clearing not far from town lay the Unionist leader. There was no hat on his head, his cheeks were bloody and a cut was deep in his face close to his sideburn. His teeth were all intact but the corners of his mouth had dried blood on them. He had no coat on, most likely it was lost in the battle the night before. The shirt he had on was ripped on the side and bloodstained. His pants were ripped at the cuffs, his stockings were muddy and his shoes were badly broken. He winced when he breathed, most likely a couple of his ribs had been broken. His right arm hung limply from his shoulders indicating a fracture. His ankle was swollen and his eyes showed the tormenting pain he felt. He wiped his nose with his sleeve and grunted loudly. One could now see that his nose had been broken. lt was noticeably crooked. He could hear the pounding hooves of horses coming towards him. He got awkwardly to his feet and plunged into the underbrush. About an hour later the entire force of Confederates appeared in the clearing led by the lieutenant. Stonewall halted his force and got off his horse. He found blood stained shred of fabric in the middle of the clearing and could see at the northernmost edge of the clearing a break in the underbrush. He quickly looked around the clearing and seeing nothing he mounted his horse and the Confederate force rode out of the clearing by the break in the underbrush. The Unionist plunged through the wood as it shredded his clothing and cut at his body. He headed northward, he must make it. 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Never bca tink, , I will shun, don't act like a crook, my philosophy of life. ,., .I I ,Wy X P - . J fn ' l I 1 1 oLD MAN Thi? A iman walks, Alone, unwanted Tired of life, Reatiiyito die. , I v. . 1 Hgfinds a park bench, Sits dogiwn to reflect beier days, Whenjie was needed. ,, , , P, . i-le thinks of the War 'Andlbitterly laughs. 'Those days were hell, But at least he was needed. The old man walks, But nobody caresg He's just an old man, -Andmobody needs him. ' I' S. Bolton ,l I x Flpwf-7 . LePiane .-xg E t df.. if .,- gf I f feng!! B f mn?-Q i I, .1 ,J xt I ,7'T i :L I -- .XX rl -A, V TNR vi ' 122' c GROWING UP When long ago That I was young I liked to play With a little toy gun. It went kerpop Whizz and bang And I was a boy Who never sang. Its not till now That I sit still Beside the man That I did kill. It went kerpop Whizz and bang And I'm the man They're going to hang. And now its late The night has come And I'm still a boy With a little toy gun. B. Angus A MERE MISUNDERSTANDING Fredric looked anxiously at the court-yard outside of his window at the wood scaffold. His thoughts were blurred as he tried to think of a way to escape the terrible fate that would certainly await him as soon as the sun lit up the sky. His cell was damp and squalid. The only piece of furniture was a miserable stool which sat idly in the corner. His rags were not fit to be worn by the most miserable tramp, and his own condition was even worse. Outside, the blackness that enveloped the city was broken only by the occasional lantern. At this time of night, it was only criminals and policemen who were out. The whole city was asleep, but not in the pleasant and relaxing sleep of the children out in an uneasy and fitful one. How could anyone expect poor Fredric to sleep on his last night? The poor man was accused of a murder that he did in fact commit, but just accidently. All that Fredric wanted to do was to collect some insurance money. What kind of a jury would convict a man of that, after their own inevitable experience with insurance systems. The pitch black robe blowing in the wind The waves of the sea meeting with the cliff Over and over Again and again. The sun descended Its mellow light dissolved among the clouds providing a half light for the man in his black robe Blowing in the wind far away continually. The heavy arms slowly raised the palms turned to the sky The mystic words repeated Over and over, Again and again. G. Hodjera Quickly Fredric, wake up. You must go looking for a job, said Emilia, Fredric's wife. Yes, yes, replied Fredric, still half asleep. Fredric had always been poor, and consoled himself with the knowledge that he always would be poor. But he was always plagued by the thought that he had failed as a provider for his family. He had recently lost his job as a labourer, and was in deep finanical trouble. He was in a very desperate position, and he had to do something. By the time they had sat down to their withered breakfast, Fredric had decided what he was going to do. As he watched his children eat the small portions of food placed before them his decision became more firm in his mind. lt wasn't such a bad thing to do, he thought to himself. After breakfast, Fredric firmly set out to complete his task. The streets were crowded with farmers bringing to town their produce in their mule-drawn carts, and for the first time Fredric looked upon them with envy. Fredric finally arrived at the house of a man whom he had met years before. He knocked on the soot-covered door which was immediately opened by Simon. He looked exceedingly untidy, but this untidiness very well suited the image his occupation gave to most ordinary people. He looked questionably at Fredric, but then smiled as he understood the reason he came. I need a job done, began Fredric, because l want to collect some insurance money. Very well, said Simon who never did speak much, Where do you want it done? My house, on Rue Bizarde, tomorrow, replied Fredric, very sure of himself. That will be twenty thousand francs, in advance. l must be very careful in my line of work. But that will be impossible. Why would l need your services ifl did have that much money?' lt can be arranged for you to pay me later, said Simon tactfully. Fine, but how much will it cost me for the arrangement? Merely another ten thousand, said Simon casually. Fredric, who was not very shrewd, quickly agreed and left Simon's flat. All Fredric had wanted to do was to collect some fire insurance. How was he supposed to know that Simon had expanded his business to include collection on life in- surance? Why did he not specify that he had wanted his house burnt instead of his whole family slayed? He didn't even have life insurance for them. How could he have trusted Simon to do anything for him? After Simon was arrested he even put the blame on Fredric and got him the death sentence. The sun finally broke through the thick cloud of smoke enshrouding the city, and the door to Fredrie's cell slowly opened. He solemnly stepped out and walked through the corridor out into the murky court-yard. Gravely he placed his neck on the block. How was he supposed to know that Simon had expanded his business? G. Hodjera EVEREST Heavy, rasping breathing sounded throughout the tent, as my party and I tried to fall asleep high on the slopes of Everest. Finally with the help of oxygen I succeeded in falling asleep. I awoke to a beautiful morning. It would be perfect for the assault on the summit of Mount Everest. As I crawled out of my tent a rainbow of colours struck my eyes. This was caused by the sun reflecting off the South Peak. As I gazed at this spectacular sight my fellow climbers were preparing our morning meal. This consisted of meat, lemonade and sweet tea. The sweet tea and lemonade are necessary to keep the sugar level in our bodies up. After eating we started preparing for the final climb. Tenzing and I each put on thirty pounds of oxygen equipment. Two days before John Hunt, the leader of the expedition, had stored 600 litres of oxygen for each of us farther up the slopes. This was absolutely necessary if we were to survive the descent. After our fellow climbers wished us good luck we started out. In a short time our breathing became laboured, and our ice picks became unbearably heavy. We had to cut out a hole in the side of the face so we could rest. When we felt rested we continued on our ascent. We made frequent changes of the lead on this section. Once, as I was kicking out steps, a section around me gave away. I slipped backwards three or four steps. I discussed the possibility of attempting the final climb on another day with Tenzing. The only reason I even thought about this was because of the poor snow conditions. Tenzing answered my query with his usual 'As you wish.' I decided to press on. It was a great relief when we reached the firmer, crusty snow farther up and were able to chip steps up the last steps up the steep slope. With a couple of metres to go we cramponed onto the South Peak. The time was now 9:00 a.m. We looked upon the virgin ridge which had proven an insurmountable barrier to the previous climbers. This was the last obstacle nature had placed in our way. At first glance it was impressive and even frightening. On the right massive cornices stuck out over the 12,000 foot drop of the Kangchung Face. On the left the ridge dropped away until it met with the rock face that came up from the Western Curn. Fortunately for us, the snow appeared to be firm and ideal for our climbing. Two or three blows with our ice picks produced a step large enough for our high altitude boots, and a firm shove buried the ice pick halfway up the shaft making a firm and sturdy belay. I took the lead on the rope as we started off. I would cut a forty foot line of steps while Tenzing was belaying me. When I had finished the forty feet I would stop a while, Tenzing would move up to me. After he caught up I moved off continuing to cut steps. We continued this fashion all the way up the lower part of the virgin ridge. As we climbed towards a small ledge Tenzing began to drag on the rope and his breathing became rapid. Knowing that the Sherpas had little idea how to work the oxygen equipment, l immediately suspected a blocked exhaust valve. Further inspection of his set proved me , Q , . 'T..s-s-wx Y right. Fortunately I was able to clear away the ice. When I checked my own set If found that the same thing was occurring but wasn't as bad. After this I kept a close watch on our exhaust valves, for if this occurred on the upper slope it could be fatal. I continued cutting for perhaps another half hour. Then we were halted by an obstacle we had known about and feared ever since we had spotted it through our binoculars from Thyangbocke. It was a massive rock about forty feet high blocking the whole ridge. There was no way to climb around it, and only one way over it. This was to chimney climb up a narrow fissure between a snow cornice and the rock. We looked upon it with mixed emotions. I wasn't the sort of chap who says, I'll get up it if it's the last thing I do. This expedition meant a lot to me but not enough to lose my life for it. On any other mountain I might not have tried it, but this was the ultimate mountain. Because of this I decided to give it my best. I squeezed my way into the fissure with my back to the cornice. Facing the rock I groped for handholds, kicking my crampons into the snow behind me. I used everything I had, knees, elbows, and shoulders to find some extra leverage. The one thought consistently crossing my mind was what would happen if the cornice broke off. Even though Tenzing was belaying me, once the cornice broke and I was dangling over the Kanchung Face it wouldn't matter whether he could hold me for five minutes or fifty. Inch by inch I clawed, kicked and wriggled up the crack. Even though the crack was only a rope's length it had taken me half an hour to climb it. Finally, I hauled myself over the ledge. A wave of surprise swept over me as I realized I had mustered enough strength to make it . Then I gave Tenzing the taut rope signal and he began to struggle. When he reached the top he had a short rest and then we continued. The ridge was mainly the same except that the snow was becoming softer and beginning to slide off rocks. Suddenly the rope jerked behind me and I heard a scream of terror as Tenzing plunged over the Kanchung Face. Luckily I had a firm grip or both of us would have gone over. As it was I would have trouble enough hauling I r gg'-J JIBQTQ- ' ff' ' Tenzing over the edge. I tied my end of the rope to a pinnacle of rock, and went to the edge to see what was happening. At that moment the rope parted. Tenzing fell down and down, spinning, twitling, screaming. He became smaller and smaller as he fell. , Finally with a faint thud he crashed into the camp below. All I could see was a small black dot and people coming out of tents to find out what had happened. Then I became concerned with my own immediate fate: How was I to survive the treacherous descent? First of all I checked my oxygen supply. I had 250 litres of oxygen left. This was just enough to reach the bottles stored further down the slope. If I didn't slip and I managed to reach the oxygen supply I would be safe. Carefully I started cramponing down. Now that Tenzing was dead and wasn't here to belay me, my margin of safety was cut to nil. Seconds seemed like minutes and minutes seemed like hours. After what was nearly two hours of praying that I didn't fall I found myself beside the store of oxygen. Wearily I changed my cylinders and plodded on. With each step I became more and more dejected when I thought about Tenzing's death. I felt like lying down and not continuing. I was jerked back into the world of reality by a shout from John Hunt inquiring what happened. I couldn't bring myself to answer him: We had failed. M. Grasley HOMECOMING No one is going to be home. I know that as I walk home from the bus stop. The house always seems so lonely when there is nobody there to greet you. It looks cold and empty from the street. I walk across the lawn, up the step and try to open the doorg but as I expected, it is locked. So, I drop my things on the step and walk to the garage to get the key. On the way, I look up, hoping to see something, but all I see is my reflection in the windows. The flowers in the garden are still in bloom, and their shades of purple and pink seem friendly and cheerful. The door creaks as I open it, and the noise echoes throughout the house. I find something to eat and yet, famished as I am, I eat it quickly without really tasting it. Music from my radio fills the room with sound, and as I do my homework it makes it sound as if people are there. The door in the hall creaks and as in answer to my prayer, my mother walks in. Suddenly the house doesn't feel so empty any more. I say a cheerful hello to her and continue with my homework. There is a clatter of dishes in the kitchen, as my mother prepares our supper, and as its fragrant smell fills the house with warmth and beauty, I realize now that it is people and not the size, shape or cost of the building that make a house become your own Home Sweet Home. Paul Hawkins THE GHOST OF BLACKWOOD FOREST In a small, rough cottage at the edge of a deep dark wood lived an old man and his wife. The old man was a woodcutter who often brought home long tales of ghosts and pixies. His wife did not believe these supernatural stories. One night, when the old lady was nearly asleep, she thought she heard a stealthy movement outside her door and was instantly awake. She listened. Again it came, a faint creak of sounds, and carefully, pulling back the bedclothes, she got out of bed as noiselessly as possible. She crept to the door and listened. She would have gone back to bed, but she heard the noise again. This time it was outside the house. She walked across the room to the window, and gently drew aside the curtains. The moon had gone behind the dark, black clouds, but still she saw a white figure walking down the snow-covered path to the gate. From the bulk of the body she knew that it was a ghost. She called a sharp Hallo and the figure halted and then turned. Although the night was dark the brightness about the face showed up clearly the long white beard. Its hair hung neatly around two expressionless eyes. She rushed to the door, which was standing ajar, and despite being bare-footed she did not feel cold as she rushed down the pathway. She shouted out Father! Father! and the figure stretched out a long arm. In the thin, bony fingers he held a red rose. The old woman took the rose and as she did so the figure suddenly disappeared. From then on she believed in ghosts, for she had received the flower as a gift in memory of her father who had been dead for 25 years. STUART WOOLARD GRADE 5 if ,f. ' 1 I 1' , Yf ,I , xl ,. . fi' 2'-' ,X . - aw -, xv I 'IV R45 51 ' i fx? k I ' J, j.',,i kjffr, ,X if f X l' foxy: it t 5eX-.,L Z5 :I I f 1 LJ! 'I ff xx Bs Z .. I 51 XD THE COWARD When the third squad got replacements in early 1985, the squad leader, Sgt. Lenard Burkett tried to toughen up his men so they'd be combat ready for the landing at Poga. But P.F.C. Ron Clark just didn't have the guts to be a Marine, so Sgt. Burkett decided to lay on the leather. Get up an fight ya chicken! Burkett said. Hear me Clark? Grab that rifle or I'll shoot you myself. Leave me alone Sarge! They're going to kill me, Clark said. l'll save them the trouble, punk, Burkett said. Move up. You heard me Clark, move up! We'll get wiped! Clark said. What's slowing you down Sargent? Clark! I'm gonna turn him into a Marine if it kills him! It took 24 days to capture Poga, an island twelve miles long and over five miles wide. Twenty-three thousand Japs were killed and one army division suffered three thousand deaths and thirteen thousand were wounded! Through all this P.F.C. Clark just couldn't seem to act like a Marine! You won't even fight to save yourself! Burkett said. Sarge, I don't feel so hot maybe the medics - We've got walking wounded fighting Japs, and you want to go aboard the transport for a bellyache? Burdett said. Then P.F.C. Clark's ordeal was over. The last Jap was killed or captured. We took Poga Sarge!, now can I - I've been waiting for this ever since we hit the beach. Smash! Sargent! I'll pretend I didn't see that unless Clark decides to press Courtmartial charges, said the Lieutenant. I tripped and fell sir, Clark said. Aboard the transport P.F.C. Clark went on sick call and never returned to the Squad. Is Clark still in sick bay sir? I don't know Sargent! I asked Captain Rudd to transfer him out of your squad. I didn't think you wanted him, and l'm sure he wanted out of the squad! From Poga they headed southwest for Australia where Sgt. Burkett began whipping his squad into shape for another battle on another island. We drill twice as much as any other squad Sarge! You'll be in shape, Buddy! Burkett said. lt was February 19, 1985 when Sgt. Burkett lead his squad ashore on Jima. I got him, I creamed that zero! The Jap was a flamer, but the two hundred pound bomb got some revenge. Wham! Get down Sarge! ls he -is Burkett dead? Knocked out that bomb hit pretty close. He might not hear too well for a while. Take it easy Burkett! l'm going to ticket you for evacuation to the hospital ship! Medic! We've got some injuries over here! Yes, Sir! Here Sarge Are you sure you're okay? Yeah, l'm not even bleeding But I can't hear anything you say! Burkett was like a sleepwalker. His squad moved up and Sgt. Burkett stumbled after them! Someone grab Burkett! He's in a fog! Get down! Wham! Sir, Burkett's in bad shape! He oughta be ticketed for an aid station! Find a medic and send him, Jim! But when they looked for Sgt. Burkett, he was gone! He could be in shock! He needs help! Sgt. Burkett did need help Even more than they. He had started crawling up one of the gullies. The Jap wouldn't miss twice But from his right a rifle fired. Clark, what are you doing here? Wait a minute, Burkett said. Keep down Sarge! You're not in my squad. Are you still goofing off? Are you trying to get yourself killed? Something's wrong with me, Clark, l can't hear so good and l'm seeing double! I know, Burkett, get down! Pow! Blast him Clark! I can't empty clip. The Jap crept closer and Clark knocked him out. Thak! Clunk! Beeyootiful, Burkett said. I can hear you if you yell loud enough! That blockhouse is giving us casualties! Can you cover for me? Clark said. That's it Sarge, keep him busy! Clark got around the blockhouse and That Jap's gonna nail me! Burkett got him time! Clark's grenade set off the ammunition inside the blockhouse. Come on buddy we both need the medics. Later when Burkett's ears were better C.P.L. Ron Clark told him why he had seemed to be sluggish back in Poga. He had had malaria and hadn't understood why he had always felt so sick and tired until the doctors finally explained it to him. GEOFF WHITE GRADE 6 flfvg I Q Q QETER HA Y ee A mcttrqrg c pmw :R ' gimg leg-'Mg I 0546 CHUM I O MSHA r NEI? O'MQBM 17471716 r7ot't757- ,G34,..g'7iy ie. 41-was AGE 5 Sown ,Kar X, LUNQ 7 ,P c A NLE! I OWS ARA r OXME r54-I I-2-'77 162'-l6fZ4 598-N67-7 '553 I W ... , - ' - 5 y1N6' ' IX I Out dining, a young alligator, I A I is i When asked if he'd have coffee later, Qi ' -I Just shook his large head, I , 0 . And plea antl 'd, l - fx? I was planningson hgjiirig the waiter. r i Q. D. Cornwall A REUNION AND AN OLD MAN'S FINAL CIRCLE OF LIFE Climbing the stairs has not always been a problem, I assure myself. Only since the operation. I'll get over it. Age, it's not fair, you want it to increase rapidly when you are young, you would like it to slow down a little when you reach middle age, and you wish it would stop altogether when you get old. Yes, I can say it, Old, I'm old. But accepting it doesn't make it any easier. You're not old Dad, my daughter Mary shouts from downstairs. I'm sure getting there, I say, half to myself. You want some help? Mary shouts at me again. You just said I'm not old, so let me be I shout back. Downstairs I can hear her laughing to herself. It's nice to hear another voice in the big house. Ah-ha, the top. I made it Mary, alone! Good Now let's see you don't fall back down alone, my daughter replies. Climbing those stairs always gave me a sense of ac- complishment. Even when they were easy to climb, I felt I had done something special. Dad, are you alright? I just got up here. What could have happened? Are you sure you don't want any help? l'm just going to the bathroom, not to the Lord. Father, the things you say. lt had been a long time since l had seen Mary, twenty years, in fact. l always got a card at Christmas, and on my birthday, but that was about all the contact we had with one another since her mother's death. Our relationship had never been as complete, or as good, as hers with her mother, but it deteriorated to nothing after the funeral. l suppose they notified her as my next of kin after my stroke, but I never expected her to come home, especially since I lived. I'm coming down now. Would you care to set up a net, I yell down to her. Oh, be quiet, old man she yells back, just try and get down here in one piece. Old man, back to age again. Full circles, first I look after my child, then my child looks after herself, and now she looks after me. It's quite a relief though, because without her I would have to leave my house, and move into a home. Walking into the kitchen, I say Mary, I'm surprised you came to stay with meg I'm grateful, but surprised. That's something I think we should talk about. Aren't you staying? I half plead. Dad, I wouldn't have come back if I weren't staying. Then what do we have to talk about? I ask. This house is too big for you, and I can't ... I'm not selling this house, l reply, emphasizing the 'not'. That isn't what I mean. Well what do you mean? I mean that l'm staying and you're not. Well, where am l going? I know the question is futile, but I ask it anyway. Our relationship has been too good for the past few weeks, and now I can feel the lid of the coffin closing. Looking down at me with more satisfaction than sympathy, she replies, A home. K. McCullum MIGHTY MOUSE Once upon a time in a far away place lived a king, and his name was Fred. King Fred was really a nice king. lhe kingdom that he ruled was called the kingdom of mice . Fred was a king who was a mouse. This was the time ot year they were under pressure because near the kingdom of mice was a kingdom ol' cats who loved to eat mice this time ol season. Fred had three attacks on the kingdom in the past week and was expecting one tnore soon, so he called up llls friend Mighty Mouse, champion ofjustice, strongest mouse in the world, whose specialty was getting rid ol' cats. Mighty Mouse was ready for the attack. He hid in his secret hiding place ready to ambush the cats. Meanwhile. in Catville, the cats were also thinking up some plans of their own. One plan was to poison all the mice food so the mice would get sick and weak and would be caught easily. The cats decided to use that plan. So they got their undercover mice and had them bring them the poison food. Nlighty Mouse with his x-ray vision, saw the poison but did not say anything because he wanted to surprise the cats. He told only the guards about the poison so they wouldn't eat it and then they could fight the cats. Finally the day came when everybody except M.M. and the guards ate the poison food. It took about I5 minutes until it started working. The cats attacked and took everybody to Catville, As soon as they reached the centre of town Mighty Mouse and the guards jumped up and started beating the cats up. The cats were thrown everywhere, up. down and sideways. After two hours of fighting, stabbing, and biting, the mice won. Everybody started to wake up and asked what happened? , What Happened? Mighty Mouse and the guards explained that they had won the battle and everyone was okay except for a few guards. Now King Fred has two kingdoms and everybody will live happily ever after. g D. Direnfeld CIENEOS Where did I put that ticket? I muttered ' myself as I searched my pockets outside the subivay U. station. I know not, sir, said a young man for so it soundedj from behind me. I turned to find a wearing sandals and a sheet-like robe, looking at me, ,. very apologetically. '- W This must be Belch, pulling some trick, I thought. - It looks just like him. I'll have some fun and play ' TIGER WILLIAMS along with this trick of his. He sure is weird. He spoke again. I am Juleus, son of Aneus, son of TISCTI lbs fed-UCCIICUWIIQCF. Phystacles, and a stranger in this wondrous land. PunchedaFlyerinthe nose. Pray tell me, sir, what is that high tower which points towards the heavens like an accusing finger? I followed his line of sight to the C.N. Tower. Why, I replied, that is Cieneos' Tower. He is the son of Tallos, the goddess of heights, and structures, a mortal who is the greatest of all builders. Because he is also mortal, he was not permitted to live with the gods. So his mother and father together built this place where he lives almost as high above the earth as the gods. People from all over the planet visit him up in that high round bulge, and buy expensive coffee from him so that he can live. And when thunder-wheels roll and the gods throw javelins of fire, he catches them and glows happily all over. 'WOWI' I thought. 'That was a good story.' Very interesting, said the Greek, Ah, but time is running out, and I must leave you. Thank you. And with those words, he vanished! No flashes. No puffs of smoke. Hejust vanished. So you see, that's why I'm in this cell. And someday, somehow, I'll find out how Belch did it D. Gordon Tiger, the red-necked winger, Kicked a King, they came to blows. Tiger, the fighting forward, Hit a Red-Wing in the face. Tiger, the tighting forward, Caused him to wear a brace! All ofthe other players, Stood around to watch and jecr. And then the ref called Tiger's Third misconduct of the year. Then one bloody Boston game. Ziegler came to say to him Tiger this cannot go on. One more brawl and you are gone! Now all the other players, Think that they hate Tiger licked, But when the rel s not looking, Tiger whacks them with his stick? IX. IXIL' The Credits K 1 ' ' lfEf.,n?'v 122.2 IRQ' 5.1955 5 my tj Q-as t : . - Xnrislsfazrf' N , .. , s:s:T5 2S . . .. , Q. Qs X' P What must be remembered when working on a yearbook is that you are working towards one final goal, and one which is very far away. Enthusiasm cannot be reinstated by weekly competitions common to sports, the necessity of strict organization often seems absurd. Given these peculiarities, the turnover in staff and the loss of those who don't have heart are a regular OCCIIITCIICC. This year, despite constant setbacks and work loads being very uneven, we finally rallied in the final weeks of school and in the first weeks of summer. First, I must acknowledge the camera club - they are half the yearbook. This year has been their best. Not only is their spirit as a club growing, but also artistically they are burgeoning. In many ways, this past year has been the first full year for the camera club. Next year will even be stronger. Secondly, to all you people, students and masters, hearty thanks for your write-ups. Even though some people were slightly unwilling to write on some activity, seldom did I come across a write up that was not acceptable. In fact, more and more people came up with better ideas than l had. We need you next year. Finally, the yearbook staff that helped the editors and myself need applauding: Paul Hawkins, George I-Iodjera, Giles Fox, Gordon Baird, Hugh Brown, and Leo Bosschart. Many others gave throughout the year in varying degrees - many thanks. The yearbook prize was awarded to Giles Fox. I-Ie was the most diligent and did more volume of work than anybody else. R.W. Fulford ff, bl , .- is , ADVERTISIN IT 'S BETTER IN THE BHHBMHS 'ZW NEED WE SAY MORE ? FOR INFORMATION CONTACT: Bahamas Tourist Office 85 Richmond Street West TORONTO, Ontario M5H 2C9 Phone: C4161 363-4442 THE PERFECT PREFECTS WE WILL COME, WE WILL SEE, WE WILL CONQUER. Compliments of BEATTIES MEN'S AND BOYS' CLOTHIERS 430 Eglinton Avenue, West Toronto, Ontario M5N 1A2 481-4459 rinkle. opp . rut h. Not only will we teach a new n language, we'll teach the exciting I sport that goes with it. lheonlymsldentoo-ed salllngcamplnNorthAmorlca. The main focus at our camp is on sailing, racing and navigational instruction to campers between the ages ul' 1010 I7 For further details please contact Wendy Wadham at 14161 481-9784. Georgian Bay Sailing 81 Racing Camp 234 Eglinton Avenue East Toronto, Ontario M4P 1K5 14161481-9784 Good Luck and Good Sailing to the Graduating Class of '79-'80 ,f v ff ,,f TZ. FZ' O 1 . , ., 1- 1 j Q. U . . .A Q . r ,i Atv j ff 1 4' 1 I M if 5511?-:Qi-1 L ,- . SV, I r 4 H 139 ' ,ff .. 81, 'E .5 u ' V N Ml.. THE LADIES' GUILD Wishes to Extend the Best to the Graduating Class in All Their Future Adventures Ah, like, me and the boys would like to extend our grats to all you neat donators Thanx. Mr. E.R. Murray E.W. Newell Mrs. M.T. Wilson J. Brebner W.D. Bean Michael de Pencier E.G. Robinsky Mrs. Ronald Bonar Ann C. Bull Mr. and Mrs. R.W. Hall Mr. and Mrs. J.E. Cimba Mr. and Mrs. W.J. Evans Mr. and Mrs. J. Sayers Mrs. Bosschart Dr. Z.A. Verbic Dr. and Mrs. P.T. Hewlett Lloyd G. Jackes and others THE RAVAGES OF EIGHT-R. 'Q7' X . .A-' gy ...- W WHO'S BACKWARDS? ..f9 4 1 ,.f-'- I 7 u, N w Hot from their Arctic tour of the lnuit disco scene, The Hammer Head is again in the studio. Picking up new ideas from their smashing success in the north, it is rumoured that their newest album will be entitled Polar Waste, with some the singles being Me and My Husky, I'lI Never Leave Your Igloo, Darlin Walrus, and lt's Not as Cold as You Think, Mom. If we hear rightly the big rumour is that Wally Kunkle, drummer of The Hammer Head, former Wasaga Beach private eye, will sing lead vocal on their single release. Good scam, guys. And we always thought Wally couldn't even speak. Good luck The Hammer Head. Remember, a polar bear in the hand is worth two in the snow. Love ya all. - Bef! ElE1 Ifl ElEJEl ' 1 L' ' .-'ug TWH: J,,.-..-- D... The SLO, a renowned terrorist group from the Soudan, pose for photographer Bob Shutter. who was shot and killed when the flash made a guard inadvertently trigger his anti-tank-ground-to-air missile. The SLO came out of their usual seclusion in order to promote their newest stance on middle-class ennui, in which they state that tanks should replace cars on the North American highways. Quite rightly, they argue tanks don't go as fast as cars and therefore don't use as much gas. Also, roads don't need to be maintained the same way. This wrinkle in their previously hard-line credo was inspired by their secret training mission in Wasaga Beach, Ontario, where they could view, first hand, further capitalist shortcomings. Federico Fellini tbrother to Bobl is V i We'vew kdh d tb gpunks.lt tbel g w. if k 1 A ST. GEORG E'S COLLEGE ASSOCIATION Congratulations and best wishes for the future to the graduates of 1980. Keep an active role in your school through your association - come back and join us. il ST GEORGE'S COLLEGE STUDENT COUNCIL 1979-80 Congratulations to the Graduating Class Best Wishes to Mr. Gardner, Retiring Adviser Good Luck to Future Student Councils Geoff Morphy, President Steve Dembroski, lst Vice-President William Jackes, 2nd Vice-President 11G K .Q Q A?'fk vfv' Mx 3' X . FLY A. ,A 'ug 'f ai' if - . . , - -' -- . -0 ,. Ns .X . - ' . In K , l?'GM.,n ' .gi . U V ,Q ' r r X 'lv Y 1 . , : Q Q . x 'i f - ,. i ' A .VV Q. ' m aya ,' r - - v , - ian ' 11.11. nn , az H - - ' 2 , 5 , GOOD LUCK GRADUATES' Scotlabank THE BANK OF NOVA SCOTIA 5 , . 4 'g 6 31-1- ML TOWN COUNCIL Residence 226-3648 Office 223-3310 KEVIN W. HICKS F.R.I.C.S., A.A.C.I. ONTARIO LAND ECONOMIST CHARTERED SURVEYOR DAVIS, HICKS AND O'BRIEN LTD. REAL ESTATE APPRAISERS AND CONSULTANTS 74 Sheppard Ave. West Willowdale, Ont. 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