Selwyn House School - Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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.. A, f ffm YI' II 4. G F 11B Over a period of time. in one capacity or another, I have come in Contact with many senior grades in the school: and, in relation to the overall calibre of these groups. there have been green years as well as lean years. If the measure ofa class of students is the integrity, good will and humour they bring to their studies and their school, then this has been, in all respects, a vintage year. Rarely have I seen a group of such diverse temperaments and talents become a class which stood for all that is best at Selwyn I-Iouse. I congratulate II B for their many contributions to the well-being ofthe school and I wish them success and happiness in the important years that lie ahead. VI.E. Iversen

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- ,. WZ z'b 11A As usual. I write these notes surrounded hy snow and threats of snow A notes addressed to a class which will read them in the heat of-Iune. The unreality is compounded by the fact that the uncertainty ofMatriC- ulation is still in the distant future. The editors dictate that I must say farewell and good luck to my friends and pupils now. though I shall continue to see them for six months. , The alwove is usual but, to make matters odd indeed. I am bidding, farewell to those who will depart and IHLISIC include myself among their number. So good luck to all and may a rich and rewarding future await the lot of us. Could anything be more sincere than that? -l.N.B. Shaw I 4? x I t . I

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-IOHN AN'roNY Ambition: Medicine. Probable Destination: Death. Motto: Nobody is completely useless A mainly because the worst of us can always be used as horrible examples. Pct Aversion: Day-drearning. Silence makes the real conversation between friends. Not thc saying but the never needing to say that counts. Margaret Lee Runbeclt FRANK BAKER THE CONCLUSION Even such is Time. that takes in trust Our youth. our joys. our all we have. And pays us but with earth and dust: Who in the dark and silent grave. When we have wander'd all our ways. Shuts up the story of our days: But from this earth. this grave. this dust. My God shall raise me up. I trust. Sir Walter Raleigh RHETT ISARRIERE As I leave Selly the thought occurs: I don't understand: we work eleven long years. waiting for every weekend, holiday. and the end: but when we arrive there, we're lost, as though we didn't learn anything. Placing hack the missing mirrors that before You couIdn't find filling mysteries of emptiness that yesterday left behind. Cat Stevens