Selwyn House School - Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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tim, s 'X' , 5 o V! vs,x.,i- ..wf'5i .. ,,.., . .gg R 3 t 'ld' ROBERT KEENE Bob had a certain motto during his years at Selwyn House, which went something like this: Ask not what you can do for your school but rather ask what your school can do for youf' With this attitude, Bob sifted through the system for eight years with varying ease. His own brand of humour seemed apparent wherever he went - as a participant in an incredible variety of sports and as a student of questionable effort. Bob has his own set of goals as a member of the school community: stalking the perfect tan, going through a whole day of school without attending one class, running a marathon without breaking a sweat, wearing the latest in trousers, sleeping through English without being interrupted. Whether he will be remembered or not in years to come is no concern of Bob's, for his rebirth up the hill is all that is on his mind. Whey they use you live big today Tomorrow you bury ina Casket. -Bob Nesta Marley ESKO KILPINEN Esko has been Selwyn's ambassador from Nun's Island since he arrived in Grade 7. Esko has been infamous for his screeching U turns on Ste. Catherine in the egg mobile and renowned for his being the first in the grade to come of age. Although sko 's academic achievements have not yet equalled his social achievements, his marks are still noteworthy. Esko is off to Carleton for a big party next year and he will be greatly missed. Esko is sure to succeed at whatever he does and will make friends wherever he goes.

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'Ti' 1-A' SEBASTIAN GAULT Say this City has Ten Million Souls Say this city has ten million souls, Some are living in mansions, some are living in holes: Yet there's no place for us, my dear, yet there's no place for us. Once we had a country and we thought it fair, Look in the atlas and you,ll find it there: We cannot go there now, my dear, old passports can't do that. In the village churchyard there grows an old yew, Every spring it blossoms anew: Old passports can't do that, my dear, old passports can't do that. The Consul banged the table and said: If you've got no passports you're officially dead g But we are still alive, my dear, but we are still alive. Went to a committee: they offered me a chair: Asked me politely to return next year: But where shall we go to-day, my dear, but where shall we go today? -W.H. Auden THEO HOMA I've really enjoyed my four years here: the students, teachers, the food, and all the great times. It all comes to an end now, and a new life awaits me. l would like to wish you all good luck in your future endeavours. In sincere appreciation of a great school and a great class of '82. Thank-you. Where in this wide world Can man find nobility without Pride, Friendship without Envy, Or Beauty without Vanity? Here, Where Grace is laced With Muscle, and Strength by Gentleness Confined. They Serve without Servility They have fought without Enmity. There is Nothing so Powerful, Nothing less Violent: There is Nothing so Quick, Nothing more patient.

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PHILIP LAPIN My impression of Selwyn House was formed originally that day six years ago when I came to write my entrance exams for grade seven. The first thing I remember was a sign on the gym equipment room door that said: Anyone walking in the gym with streetshoes will win a detention. Then as I was touring the library, I remember the first teacher I met: Mr. Varey. I canlt remember what he growled at me, but looking back, I think it was unintelligible. Well, the next few years weren't so bad as all that, in fact, I rather enjoyed them. I must admit, though, that the teachers have mellowed somewhat over the years. I can remember, several years back, for instance, when in a two year time span, we managed to scare off seven linguistics teachers and four English teachers: they sure don't make'em like they used to. Although, it would seem, that many things have changed, such as the food Qeven though I don't know what it changed intol, the teachers, the administrators and the courses, we're still not allowed to walk in the gym with our street shoes. Training is everything. The peach was once a bitter almond, cauliflower is nothing but cabbage with a college education. -Mark Twain OPIE MAAG What can I say about Opie? He did none of it: football, rugby, hockey, tennis, golf, basketball, curling, photography, debating, woodworking, yearbook, Fourth Dimension, he even wrote essays that weren't close to being accepted for the Meighen contest. Opie epitomizes what we once revered as the renaissance teen. And apart from his intimate relationships with rabbits we know very little to help us understand him. After persistent, non-stop partying he astounded us all with his miraculous and exceptional appreciation for the sciences. His numerous successful attempts at confusing Loom astounded our calculus class and his catchy Wagarian expressions overwhelmed our vocabularies: nay spock, the horse impersonations, rubby, R and C's and skinhead. Until we meet at the great Gibeau's in the sky, Dar, Dar, S.V. and all those who still can't figure you out.