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

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Sandy Forsythe Sandy could not escape his reputation. It was not so much a flaw in his character but his philosophy of life that gave him the reputation for being careless. Don ' t worry, don ' t worry , he would say to people collecting debts, checking rooms, asking for due prep. In Turkey ' s mind, worrying about these was foolish because they were so trivial. He was not careless; he just preferred doing at the moment what he felt like doing at the moment. He generally kept his cares to himself, as well as most of his opinions and he wanted everyone to do the same. To many it was an outrageous philosophy, but Turk was one of the few people with which it would work. He was as smart as a steel trap as the saying goes. Unfortunately it was a rusty trap because he didn ' t like applying it to school work. He preferred going down the tracks and applying his ingenuity with an axe, or exercising his willpower for training for rugby, squash, track, tennis,b basketball . . . When he wanted to, he ' d work well, but he usually only wanted to, when it was too much of a nuisance not to work because of all the hassle. Don ' t worry, I ' ll be a million- aire when I ' m twenty-one . Frank Fung Frank — Three years before, he had arrived in Canada for the first time and landed in Shawnigan Lake School ' s make it on your own atmosphere. By the end of grade twelve he had made it; he had compromised to Westernization, he had learned English well though he still suffered a little in pronunciation, and he had over- come initial cultural and language barriers to make genuine, lasting friends. Frank was naturally shy of anything that didn ' t closely resemble quadratic equation (he got 800 in his SAT ' s). This was the only preventive factor in his becoming involved in the school as any of us. He liked the solitude of the photo club, and he en joyed deep discussion with any interested listener. He still had a little difficulty fitting in smoothly with everyone else but he endured the Fronk Fungus - - enw that boys said so often when he stumbled over vocabulary, and he found it fun to match the cut- down in the same friendly way. Frank will probably be doing his PhD thesis at M.I.T. in physics or pure mathematics in several years. But he won ' t be like many foreign students who know nothing but what they are studying; Frank will never be clued out Peter Gallow Peter, nicknamed Big Red by a close circle of friends, was just the sort of person that always seemed to go by unnoticed. He was not the prominent contributor to the school, the lauded athlete, the conspicuous intellectual or the attention getting clown. This was not to say that he did not contribute to the school, or was not an athlete, or was not intellectual or fun loving. On the con- trary he was everyone of these. He just was quiet about everything and this gave him an air of modesty about him. He seemed perfectly satisfied in a position of inconspicuity; he was a loyal and earnest choir member, one of the toughest members of the 2nd XV ' s three quarter line though never the type to cheer for all to hear when he got a try; he was a backroom man in the Ritz and a very diligent student. Everyone remembers the cool ease and smoothness of his sprinting; Peter always was the hardest of workers hidden behind a facade of ease. Never did he strive to catch everyone ' s eye, but he sought only the personal satisfaction of achieving what he thought he should. Certainly his grade twelve year was filled with that per- sonal satisfaction. 27

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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

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John Godwin John was hindered by only one thing at SLS and that was self-consciousness. He took a lot of ribbing because of his red hair and freckles ( Red Devil ) and never seemed to fight back. As soon as he escapes the Shawnigan critic he will flourish for sure. A day boy since grade eight (he lived in Shawnigan village) he had accustomed himself to the SLS way of life long before grade twelve. Grade twelve for him was by no means less successful than previous years. He was a determined person though whenever it came to doing something in front of the others he became unconfident. It was sort of like his charging up the rugby field to make a tackle, but when the ball-carrier was in reach his suddenly losing the will to keep going. In the end it seemed that what John did best was what he was used to doing day in and day out, that which he had con- fidence in himself for and could be done alone. He loved playing the guitar, and was quite content to do his prep the best he could. He will definitely have a pleasant future if he can be so satisfied with what many of us grow impatient at; those things done in solitude. John Gregory John was a very quiet person; not at all apathetic, however. Some people thought he was really lethargic in everything but this of course was perfectly incorrect. People get used to aggressive personalities and extroverts at Shawnigan because it is one of the best ways to rise up the hierarchy. Because John ' s personality was not in the least bit aggressive, he was sometimes overlooked. John was not particularly upset about not being high in the hierarchy. In fact, he was quite content doing such unnoticed duties as librarianship, and small interests like putting a puzzle in the nucleus. He did not suffer from being unnoticed. What was usually the case was the opposite, because whenever he was being regarded it was generally accompanied with a tone of mockery. So what ' s new about getting cut down at S.L.S.? Nothing, really. At least not for those on the giving end. But definitely there were times when the chicken clucking coming from one unseen source as John walked down the hall would cause him to become quite aggravated. The paradox came when John the quiet and meek, shone on the grass hockey field and became one of the first five hockey players to receive school colours at least in the recent history of Shawni- gan. How he managed to do so well in a sport that demands aggre- sion must be a question that lin gers in minds. But he did, and erased all beliefs in his lethargy. It was definitely the highlight of the grade twelve year. 28