Selwyn House School - Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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SHLWYN HOUSE SCHOOL ZNIAGAZINIC FORM Aell lform A ll is an overflow class from lform .-X, and would not, ordinarily, have a reason for existence. However, we have cause to be very glad that this particular group has come into being. jimmy Bonthron, our ski expert, is a quiet, studious boy, popular and well liked. He oliten leads the class, much to his surprise. Andy Bartholomew CBart IIJ is seldom heard from, but his infrequent comments are worth waiting for. Taylor Carlin, on the other hand, should have been equipped with a mutlfer at birthl No one ever accused 'l'aylor ol' being a quiet youth g but he is nevertheless a very solid citizen. He was the Boy in the, alas, unpresented Christmas Carol. Peanuts Carsley has enough quiet power and ability for a boy twice his size. He worked hard preparing his part as Tiny 'l'im e - so appropriate ef in the Carol. Bill Daly f Old Bill f is another of your deep, dark men. One day he will probably erupt then, look out l Purvis lNIcDougall 7 sharing with Barber in Form III the honour of representing the Old Boys Association of St. George's, Vancouver is our .-Xll-.-Xmerican. He, with equal ease, swims, plays Soccer, Hockey, Baseball and Cricketg in fact, if the good Purvis could only STUDY really hard! Kenneth Matson should be approached with caution l He is full of un- expected surprises, and has a delicious sense of humour. liric Molson, on the contrary, has never been known to sniilel lt must not be supposed that liric does not enjoy life, however. Derek hlarpole, also has unplumbed depths. Although Derek linds Maths. dif- Hicult ldon't we all ?l he leads the l'lock in Social Studies and Scripture. And now Monsieur Raymond l .-Xh l ze Raymond l bl. Pierre, un garcon pas bon Y Mais, tres gentil, tres gai l Harry Seifert has a puckish humour which is nearly always in evidence. Segall, .lack to you, has an interesting mind : he contributes much to our class. His father has often lent us most interesting books. Suggema Timmins very nearly became wee XYillie XYinkie, for hlr. Kipling's famous character and our Billy have much in common. Billy is truly as bright as a button. Last, but certainly not least, is our Trott. John, too, is steady and dependable: his friendly, heart-warming smile would cheer up a wooden In- dian. il. K. K.-B. FORM .-Kel lfoim :X l is the form of Contrasts. We started the year with the Old and the New boys and, as the New boys became old, we gradually acquired our personality. 'l'hcre is contrast even in the ,names of our boys. We have Frosst Qwho is any- thing but cool and silenth, and at a little distance is a tall and blushing Rose beside the deep Poole. lfray is close to Peter the Darling, and though Peter lives up to his name, lfray is never warlike. 'l'hen there is our live-wire blactaggart, loving his batteries as hlaclnnes cherishes his snails and guppies, f- and Alexandor who, like Christopher Robin's tigger , bounces incessantly. Ifortunately, in contrast, is the quiet corner with Short, Blake, Buchanan and Nesbitt, Rudel, Buckley and Nanton. l28l

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FOR THE SCHOOL YEAR 19-l5el9-in in its surge and swing and bears one, in all one's adult steepness, through the busy hours of the school day. Form One is always a dynamo of energy. lts boys are the Dart-makers, the ink- spillers, the book-forgetters, the restless eager questioners of anything and everything. Already they have class solidarity. Each winter they hurl themselves into bitter hope- less Hockey' Games with Form Two. :Xt Christmas theirs is the most lavishly decorated classroom. I can see them now. John XIacNaughton and Peter Davison are making murals, drawing their angular stylised figures and employing their gift for Hat colour. I can picture John's secret smile tdidn't he throw me into the swimming pool once FJ and Peter's chirpy willingness. Those two, and Bill Pollock, will draw cat-men and tiger- kings for hours on end. Nelson Timmins helps with the coloured paper and Raymond LeMoyne tacks up tinsel around the board. Jiminy Cricket-or Jimmy Creighton, if you will- supervises the workg he is soft spoken, efficient, quietly speculative with his occasional 'lookit l . . . l A 'policeman ' is posted at the door. Form One is famous for its policemen, whose job is to tidy up the odds and ends that accumulate around muddy feet and drop from ink-stained tattooed hands. Jimmy Hewis is often a policeman because of his keenness and dependability, or it might be Michael Ferrier or Freddy Meredith. I think, too, of Form One at lunch. His love of sausages gave Johnny XYright the curious nickname of Sizzlepup Xlagillicudy. No one has ever been known to use more Tomato Ketchup. George McKee sits 'Jpposite and talks about radios in the rare inter- vals between Sonny Raper's saga of the Hampstead Cubs hockey team, Richard Ben- nett's fish story and Bari y Carrique's argument as to which is the best summer camp. Colin Ross's piercing voice is almost lost as he asks me a riddle. Only on those days when ice-cream is served as dessert does a profound silence settle down upon the table. Not for long, though. Scon ' May I have a second, sir F' develops into a regular gourmet's chorus. There is an ineffable satisfaction about the tone in which George McKee says later : This is my third or This is my fourth. I leave him at last 1 a happy but weary warrior, the empty dishes around him. XYhen the end of the term comes around, the cry is for ghost stories. Nicky Thorn- ton and David Seymour are prepared for some bloodcurdling relief after their success with the exams : not that either of them has been worried, for they are as intelligent as they are carefree. Jerry Manolovici, or Picklepuss as some of us know him, wants plenty of shooting, as he has an obsession for guns and will ' fill you full of holes ' at a moment's notice. Garry Osborn's dark eyes shine and Timothy .-Xrnold's brow wrinkles with con- centration. Mitchell Bronfman and Pierre Labarre have too keen a sense of humour to be entirely impressed. Someone pulls the shades down. Spooks are everywhere! Yes, the classrocm looks strangely deserted now. The last to go was surely bright but scatter-brained Hugh Ross, who has such trouble recovering his lost propeity. . . It is getting darker. Dimly I make out on the board two drawings. ' Mr. Anderson ' and ' Mr. :Xnderson's Alligator '. But Mr. Anderson and his alligator must go too. After six happy strenuous years at the school, which have taught him an absolute respect for the child and the child's individuality, and a passionate belief that education must do all it can to further that imaginative individuality, ' Sir ' and his menagerie are moving north. He hopes, however, that he will often see his friends again, bath at the School and at his house in St. Sauveur. P. J. A. l 271 i I 'l i i i i l i I

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FOR THE SCHOOL YP.-XR 19-I5-10-lr. Our magicians are Mangold and Spence. They can turn a hard school bench into an easy chair. Surely, surely, slumber is more sweet than toil. After Christmas Cumyn arrived and we soon realized that good still? is packed into little space. Now that the holidays are approaching, Krohn's travel bureau should be busy. YVith a flick of the linger he can show you the world in colour. A suggested holiday task for Mactaggart :-Try to wire John and harness all the W'ilde superfluous energy into scholastic channels. The class and Stall' would be eternally grateful, should this experiment prove successful. This has been a happy year, but in September Form :X I will acquire the new dign- ity of Senior, leaving the Junior School for the more serious atmosphere of lfoim 1. c. M. A MORNING IN FORM B The nine o'clock bell rings, and the Form Master for B hurries down the stairs to his class room. As he nears the doors he hears the familiar sounds from within : book- bags being emptied, Molson and Peter MacKay quarreling over the ownership of a pencil, and the resonant voice of Drury Porter.-us laughing at some joke. As the master appears in the doorway a silence ensues and all the boys cry out, very loudly, Good morning, Sir. He returns the greetings and sits down, saying Quiet, boys, we will now heal Mr. Speirs. Iiveryone sits up very straight, folds his arms, and looks expectantly at the loud speaker over the blackboard. There is a hum, a buzzing, and the voice of the Headmaster is heard saying, For the Junior School I have the following ann iunce . . . Squealing and crackling sounds within, a final sigh, and the loud speaker goes dead. The master hastily arises with an annoyed expression and twiddles with the knob, moving it first one way and then another. Nothing happens. David lNIacNaughton suggests brightly, Perhaps it is broken, Sir. Na, I think it is just temperamental, in a bad mood this particular morning, returns the master. Then he and the boys say the I,or.l's Prayer together. The master opens one eye to see il' all the boys are in the proper attitude of prayer and catches Blair Carrique peering out of the window. :X reprimand is issued after the Amen. Immediately after, there is a clatter of seats and a perfect babble of voices as the boys tell him what they have been doing since yesterday. Ifdmund Ifberts has a new Scout knife to display, Stack has been studying his knots and asks when he may pass them, and lNIcGreevy brings up a toy model for inspection. Quiet is finally enforced, and the Scripture story for the day is read. It concerns Jacob and how he wrestled with an angel. The boys are very interested. Robin Mac- Kay pipes up: Are there any angels now, Sir F Allan lfrosst adds, There might be angels right in this room, only we don't see them. Brian Timmins peers interestedly into a dark corner to discover if he can see one. The theological discussion waxes very warm. Finally the knotty questions are answered to the best of the master's ability, and the class proceeds to have a French lesson. The lesson consists of pointing out objects in the room and returning answers in French. Choquette, Dullield, and Richardson, the star French pupils, enjoy themselves l3'9l