Shawnigan Lake School - Yearbook (Shawnigan Lake, British Columbia Canada)

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Dave dimming Dave was one of he most amazing of all the people in the grad class. Whether it was Shawnigan, or friends at Shawnigan, or neither, something drastically changed Dave ' s outlook on life while he was at SLS. Somewhere around the time of Michaelmas half- term, he began showing a complete change of attitude. Those who knew him in earlier years knew that he was by no means concerned with self -discipline; some said he was in bad shape. By the end of the grade twelve year, no one, but no one, was as self-disciplined as he. At the grade twelve deek, as everyone posed for a photograph with a bottle in hand, Dave showed symbolically his empty hands. He was the most conscientious, if not successful, prefect in Ripley ' s House. And he spent twenty times as long as others on prep that he was genuinely interested in, while not letting the rest slacken. In spite of reputations quite to the contrary, derived largely from his apparent disinterest in class, he was the most ambitious of students, determined to become an astronomer or some space scientist. He had yet another reputation for sick jokes, and he was nicknamed Gub-gub and Soor though no one was really aware of the reason. George Davidson George Samuel Davidson, General Consultant and Advisor — according to his business cards, a stack of which he carried about with him in his conspicuous briefcase, was in every sense sophisti- cated, ( refined to the point of artificiality; not naive — Webster). To many this characteristic of his was annoying and he was some- times accused of being pseudo-intellectual, but just as many other admired him or at least found him amusing because of it. As one-time Ritz head, computor programmer, inter-indepen- dent school diplomat, Retrospectus editor, rugby-draft evader, and organizer of the mvsterious Indoor Club, he maintained a unique status in the school of appearing to be extremely busy and desper- ately trying to meet a deadline although no one was ever sure just what it was he was doing. The best oersonification of this was his never once getting in line for meals throughout grade 11, he would march down the right hand mrt of the hall and into the master ' s common room and ten seconds later go from there into the dining room. No grade 12 ever stopped him. In spite of his seeming to be busy and keeping to a deadline, he could often be seen espousing at length the philosophy of Bert- rand Russell, and he rarely met a deadline, but instead, masterly procrastinated and would insist that he was not really late; every- one else was early. George was always jumping in and out of activity after activity, almost as quickly as he did in and out of people ' s favour. Due much to a family connection with the school in his early years, he was uninhibited in involvement; his memorable mechanical mouse and interest in computors must have spawned from his close friendship with Mr. Brown. Although he diluted his abilities by never fully concentrating on one thing (he was a member of the choir, an Outdoor Club enthusiast, a Nucleus humour columnist, etc., etc.), on several occasions he displayed his potential; notably his determination in cross-country, and his initiative and organizational ability in two successful computor dances. In truth, George had reaped the benefits of Shawnigan to their limit; the only others who came close to doing this were usually those directly influenced by him. He was undeniably a well-deserv- ing member of the Stag Club. 25

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Terry Booth In many ways Terry had an unabashed personality. One won- ders whether it was this that caused people to jeer Booth, Booth, Booth sharply in class or some sort of assembly when they wished to single him out, as if it were a sort of imitation of him. Terry liked to joke or make puns at any opportunity to bring laughter or groans or complaints such as Disgusto from the company. Ap- parently much of his humour thrived on memories of the European tour. It must be added that he had a very characteristic laugh that his roommates and fellow Lonsdale twelves will probably remember well. Unforgettable too, was his passion ... for motorbikes. It has been said that three is a crowd. Terry, Gord Rannie and Dan Parish were a crowd of boisterous clowns that spiced, if not characterized, Lonsdale ' s House this year. By looking at that group in their spare time one would have thought that none would ever be serious. Terry however was a good student, a very diligent one. He got 90% on his math matric. It must have been gratifying to a good many people to see him do well amidst the temptation of delinquency. Bob Bullock One might recall how in Grade 1 1 Bob was extremely anxious to reach the top by the usual prescribed means. He was actually the subject of a little criticism then for being so conscientious in his being Captain of the Colts XV for one, in his school work for another, and in his wanting to become a big prefect the next year for another. In Grade 12 Bob didn ' t reach the top in sports, academics, or prefectship, as one might have expected (this is not to say of course that he didn ' t continue being conscientious) but he did end up by being one of the school ' s top citizens by other approaches. Bob was a pleasant mixture of extremes. He could achieve extremely high standards through concentration and dedication in so many areas, and yet he lived in the jungle he called his room. He could be one of the most trusted boys to carry out duties for masters, though especially in dealing with other boys of the grad class, he was not so lucky to be angelicly perfect. Obviously for Namu (as he was once called) it was a ques- tion of priority. For in matter of unquestionably high priority, Bob was very loyal. An extremely faithful member of the choir, he also exercised his voice in front of the school, in a masterful performance of Cesar, in the school play Julio Cesar . The highest priority on his list, his dedication to which is impossible to overlook was the Spade Club. The first time a club of such size, for voluntary social work had been established in Shawnigan, and it was an over- whelming success. Such success can only come through good leadership, and as President of the Spades, Bob surely must have provided that. This was the final route he took to becoming a great contributor to the school, and consequently he became a deserving member of the Stag Club. 24

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Dave DeWitt Sharing the four man dorm at the top of Groves with no one besides Kendal Sterling and a gerbal must have at least in part affected Dave ' s last year at SLS. Binding in together in the second row of the First XV scrum, (Dave and Kendal, not the gerbal) straining against the oars one behind the other in the first eight, or laughing at each others jokes in class, obviously had some sort of alliance between them. Dave was this year ' s Captain of Rowing and the perfect one, at that. He was just the type to keep spirit high without missing out on any of the fun. It was a phenomenal achievement for him to have come to Shawnigan in grade eleven and become so profi- cient at it in one year that he became captain. Undoubtedly, when he donated the gigantic trophy to the school at the end of grade twelve, there was much sentiment in it. It marked the end of his rowing at S.L.S., probably the most rewarding part of his Shawni- gan years. Jay Eversoll Jay ' s claim to fame was his superb acting in the role of Laertes in Hamlet. The only actor who really seemed to be at home on the stage (except for Winslow) , he was also the only actor whose voice filled the hall. (The consequence of his entry into drama, besides being allowed to have his hair longer) was his being subsequently the person who did the most reading aloud in English. Whether he was just naturally suited to the part of Laertes or not one cannot tell. Certainly after the performance one could not help imagining Laertes in present day society wearing Jay ' s favourite leather jacket. Jay accomplished a good deal on the sports side of things, also. He was quite a good rower, a member of the basketball team, and a good rugby player. He was captain of the 2nd XV, and did a good job leading the team to a victorious season. Mark Forrester Mark was privileged to share Winslow ' s castle at the end of Lake ' s Wing, the state of which revealed his often carefree nature. He was a good rower and a good rugby player and for a while, Mark was a great contributor to the VTR society. He also contributed greatly to his friend ' s mid-terms by throwing great parties. One remembers his easy loiter that used to suggest, that, though his mind was not on it, the situation was in complete control. An accomplished prefect, he probably learned the tricks of the trade over the five years he had been at Shawnigan; a sharp order was all there was to it. Mark ' s was a prefectship ended in a puff of smoke during the Graduation Class Photo. Mark had an excellent sense of humour, and it was no means a passive one. His frequent practical jokes, though small, were well picked in time and usually ran on the format of scaring you for a half-second. People were seldom bitter when they discovered their gullibility and yielded with a smile to the accusation Sucked in! The funniest thine about Mark was his extraordinary talent for imitation. Manv a boy on work divisions would break-off to the sound of Mr. Dinter ' s voice, then round the corner to see Mark chortling at his success. Mr. Nuth, Mr. Gorman, and numerous others often heard themselves saviner at the too of someone else ' s lunes. a favourite saving of theirs. His best imitation made; This is gewd, Bouys a cliche at SLS, long after Mr. Powell left. 26