Selwyn House School - Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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FOR THE SCHOOL YEAR 1947 - 1948 FORM A Form A is mainly remarkable, this year, forits size. There are twenty-seven of us, packing the old Form B room. First, to welcome two new boys whose pleasant personalities have enriched the class. Our industrious little Scot, Herron, is the envy ofthe lazier members, and we all enjoy his gentle rolling accent. Another Scot is Hamish Smith, the pencil millionaire. He and Chauvin come to us daily from the far-distant Town of Mount Royal, and, like David and jonathan, they are inseparable. Donald is colourful, as, of course, he should be, having lived in the fabulous land of Ceylon. Rapid arithmetic is just one of Scowen's accomplishments. Scoring goals and baskets he does with equal ease. Friescn, quiet and industrious, gets spectacularly high marks in Arithmetic. Those interested in puzzles and riddles try to sit near Eaton at lunch-time. He keeps everyone guessing throughout the meal. We are grateful to the Queen City for sending us so charming and entertaining a class-mate. Some of us may well admire the ease with which Barraclough has conquered the English language. Congratulationsf We have a goodly share of Bouncers this year in Brainerd, Meighen, Leach and Kimble. A diet of erasers seems to have produced an unusual elasticity and a great sense of humour, so that quiet stillness is a state unknown to them. VVe have our hockey fans too: Carsley, Wait or VVinton give us the latest information on the weekend games of the Canadians or Royals. 'Wait booms out his opinions with confidence-but his secret passion is to meet a ghost and prove that Anthony could never be troubled before mere ectoplasm. Our tiniest boys, with their elfin smiles, have had a hard year keeping the pace set by the older boys. Creery, Cohen and Davidson manage to keep their place near the top of the class, While Bain, McMaster, LeMoine work cheerfully and well. 'We have been glad to have Hyde with us more regularly this year. He, Riley and Dalglish keep us all merry and bright. Wednesday sees the class transformed into Cubs, all wearing uniform. This is the day of days when colours and sixes are most important. Neckties, especially Carrique's, must be straightened, so that each neat and tidy cub may earn marks for his own Six. Form A of 1948 is a happy and enthusiastic formza form we are proud to pass on to Senior School next year. C.I.M. THE MAGIC CARPET OF B FORM Michael Alexander at the controls, we're off on a magic carpet to view all lands from the hot jungles of Malaya to the ice-covered cap of the world! Don't steer us off the course, Michael: we have a great deal to see. Alan Besner wants to go to central Asia immedi- I 33:1

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SELWYN HOUSE SCHOOL MAGAZINE Tom Gillespie-'s our G, he's growing so tall. And H is for Humphrey, a favourite with all. I? Well, there ain't one, nor neither no sl,- Rather a pity, for there's no blooming K. And L's got me frazzled, but ere you condemn There's masses and masses and masses with M : Steve Molson, McGreevy, MaeKays R and P Macs Namara and Naughton, Calso wee Mel. U's for a hurt sound plus a little black book- lVere you talking? Who, ME, sir? What a hurt look! P's pleasures provoking prompt penalty's pain- Who, ME, sir? O, please, sir! Detention again???.'!! Q's just such a question, unanswered, alas! R is for Rose for whom Silence is Brass. So come the Esses, CMr. Printer, please note That's an not an A -take care how it's wrote.J Naithless, Honi soit qui tsicj mal y pense -23 M. Seely, Mr. Stack, Mr. Short, Mr. Spence! A noble quartet, who add great distinction And ne'er for one min., one sec., or one wink shun Their labours. So slowly we come to the T- And who is it? None but our great Timmins, B. U, Y we'll skip over, before I go mad, And VY, too,-but there's one little lad Without whom we'd never be Selwyn House School, Q He's not at all log-like. though his name is Yuile. X I've omitted, for no more can be said-- Ditto, ditto, dear Reader, applies to the Z. Q A wicked libel. Put in merely because I could find no other rhyme for crithp . ff' An alternative reading, for those who prefer it and for those who don't, is: 'Tis true: 'Evil be to him who evil thought - Monsieur Spence, Monsieur Stack. Monsieur Seely, Monsieur Short. But there seems to be something wrong with the scansion. Perhaps M. Spence, M. Stack, M. Seely, M. Short would be neater, but those who are not expert in the French tongue might think it a little odd that so many boys have the same initial. On the whole, I prefer the first version, even though it becomes necessary to pronounce Spence, Spauneen! Cv School , here, must be pronounced in the Scottish fashion. C.H.M. l32l

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SELWYX HOUSE SCHOOL MAGAZINE ately, and is joking with Charlie Chaffey over the lack of schools there, but Charles has called Edward Chandler over and asks him to parachute down with him when they pass over the Congo River Basin. Edward's face lights up like an Andes' gold nugget at the thought of a big feast of elephant meat, but he suddenly remembers the clouds of mos- quitoes as big as mangosteens, and chooses instead to go on to Malaya. But what has happened at the back of our magic carpet? Well! Blair McRobie has laughed so loudly at Jimmie Evan's story of a pigmy banquet, that Michael Huband thought a buzz-bomb was approaching, and almost jumped overboard. Order is gradually restored, and Anthony Maxwell can now be heard telling Michael McConnell how pleased he is to have scored on a free throw in basketball during the Easter Term. Michael protests that it was really the fan-heaters which, coming on at that moment, blew the ball into the basket. Anthony is of course shocked to find his skill questioned, and turns to john McLernon for defense, only to find him excitedly discussing fishing with Deane Nesbitt. Deane is all in favour of trying the palm-rib fish trap, but John fwho is really afraid of being caught inside itll says he will use the iron-tipped spear. if he can get Bill Pedoe to wade upstream and scare the fish down towards him. Michael A. has by now left the Congo River far behind. and is fiying low over the Holy Land to give us a close-up view of the old land of Templars and Hospitallers. Tim Peters thinks he sees an alligator sunning himself in the market square of a little old- fashioned town. but on closer inspection it turns out to be a long queue of pilgrims waiting before a holy temple. Robin Pitcher has fallen fast asleep on john Quinlan's shoulder- although how he managed to do that with John's bouncing about from one place to another, no one can imagine. Toby Rankin offers to pull Robin's hair, but john Savage, bursting into a long peal of laughter, suggests throwing him overboard. Rodney Tait is against it, however, on the grounds that Robin has really deserved a rest for his hard work at ex- aminations. Terroux offers to play Twenty Questions with john Savage instead, and Richard Udd is asked to leave his corner of the carpet while an object is chosen. By the time Bill has selected a real puzzler-Robins nose-we are circling slowly over the thick, green forests of Malay, and the game is postponed while we land and introduce ourselves to Bunga and his friends. It isn't long before we are all eating fried bamboo tips and durian salad, during which we hear Jimmie Evans warning Rodney not to eat too many bamboo shoots, or he'll look like a fishing pole. And believe it or not, David Scott, who decided at the last minute to get well and come along with us, says he has never eaten a more tasty meal, and that he isn't going to leave for Selwyn House until the very last day of holidays. At this, everyone laughs, because they had all planned a much longer stay . . . But what can that strange sound be? Is it a mosquito, or a wild animal, or an aeroplane sent after us? Alas no! It's the bell, and another geography lesson has come to an end. Our magic carpet was really magic after all, because we haven't moved an inch, and yet have travelled thousands of miles. Michael sighs and drops the ruler he has been using for a joy-stick, Robin awakensg john Quinlan gigglesg Bill Pedoe shakes his head sadly. Perhaps someday we shall pay a visit. to Bunga. Until then, don't step off the magic carpet! J.L.H. I3-ll