Saint Laurent High School - Milestone Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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ftllCK. ' Hs ' ' iiC ALICE ROD AH 1st. Prize Senior ART V -Mil 1 ;4t ' ii «rsJ»|H ' :3 =- -A - --- .« ' — -. BRENDA TIERNEY 2nd. Priie Senior ESTLER MARIANO ls+. Prize Junior 44

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la— w— IN MEMORIAM WE SHALL REMEMBER THEM r VA CM Di ccM-TXAyci - ° ° ' friends and fellow-s+uden+s, Owen Roseniweig, passed away suddenly on March 26th after a lengthy illness. During most of this illness, Owen courageously kept up his studies at school and was looking forward to a useful career in some branch of hospital work, to which he had already devoted much of his limited energies. He was remarkable for his strong spirit, and will to lead a busy, normal life. His ready wit and willing- ness to help others are now remembered in fond sadness by all his classmates and teachers. Earlier in the year we lost another dear companion, JOAN CUSIAC, uhen she uas fatally injured by an automobile on January 18th. Not long before the accident, Joan composed the following little story which illustrates her own characteristics: her ability to identify with a friend, to think for herself, and to scorn any kind of discrimination. She called it: THE REBEL While sitting in the park with my many friends one afternoon, I could not help but notice a tall, thin girl sitting on one of the benches near by. She appeared to be reading a book but after watching her for a few moments, I realized that she wasn ' t reading but only pretending to do so. For some strange reason, I could not take my eyes off her and when our eyes did eventually meet, I felt something which I had never felt before. I seemed to see the pain in her eyes along with an unbearable loneliness which I had never suffered. Her eyes were telling me that she needed my friendship desperately because she could not bear the loneliness any longer. It took me only a few moments to give her an answer. I smiled. JOAN CUSIAK TO JOAN Joan, if you were here You would understand Why we shed these tears. But you have gone. Our friend so dear. The words we say You cannot hear. The grief we feel Is of such greatness That we cannot conceal Our lonely pain. Only your leaving seems real. Our lives now seem empty, Unreal. What would the world come to If love should die When good friends do. ' ' Even though you are gone Our love remains true. We all know that some day We shall join you! A Friend Of course, I realized that my decision would mean the loss of many friends. I could hear their voices as I lay in my bed that night. They would tell me not to associate with those who are not my own kind and when I tell them that I have made my decision, they ' ll slowly walk the other way or whisper behind me. I could possibly never explain to them the hurt which I saw in that girl ' s eyes so I would not even attempt to do so. Yes, I had to be different from everyone else, only for myself. I knew that I could not live with myself if I did not follow this through. The next morning I awoke as usual and prepared to go to school. Before I knew it, the day was over and everyone was going to the park for a discussion on the events of the day. I knew that a certain lonely girl would be there sitting on a certain bench with a book in her hands. Only today she would not be alone. This one thought made me hurry along. Joan Cusiac 43

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CAROLYN KATO Hon. Mention Junior FACES by GLEN KENNEDY SUSAN SABO Hon. Mention EARTHRISE ON THE MOON? by DIANE REVELINS 45