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

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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

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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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Kirk Hamilton Kirk — If slow and steady wins the race then Kirk will probably win in the end. Sometimes called Stub for his rowing physique, he would walk down the hall as if it were full of jello. He wasn ' t stupid so his thought process musn ' t have been slow, but ask Mr. Bingley about how often Kirk got his prep in on time, or ask Mr. Grey how long it was before house dues were in. There was nothing wrong with what he had accomplished in the end, but the question was always when? There were of course other things that were memorable about Kirk. His rousing cheer for Montreal or Quebec whenever either word was so much as whispered. And of course there was skiing. He would come back from the Christmas holidays looking as if he had changed his race and for months there would be the rousing cheer — this time for skiing. Come to think of it maybe it was his love for skiing that made his marks behave like a downhill course until spring. Kirk was not lazy though. He had initiative and always con- tributed to things. I don ' t know how many hours he spent through- out the year in Mr. Grey ' s study discussing the affairs of the house. With his intelligence Kirk will do well in subsequent years at Mc- Gill. Yeah . . . McGill. Dave Hancock Dave, the true president of the non-existent (as yet) apathy club, always had a certain mystery about him. He always appeared as if he were laughing at you or something very amusing which he could not tell you about. Undoubtedly he reigns as the most sophi- sticated comedian in the grad class; he would never guffaw at his jokes like the rest of us do to get others to laugh. Indeed, he kept a straight face only smiling at the success he would almost always have at making people laugh. Even when he was running all out dodging tacklers as fullback on the 1st XV, his face often wore an expression which gave the impression that he was thinking of something different from what was going on about him. He was very alert; he must have been to come up with what was among his better timed comments: Discussing the importance of visual aids with the class, a visitor asked How can I show on the flat black- board that a tetrahedron is a three dimensional figure — a three sided pyramid? . Dave said, Draw some camels around it . Noel Hay Noel had one and only one characteristic that really struck you. Because of it all other sides of his personality became almost unobservable. What was it? His silence; his unending soft spoken manner. Coupled with the fact that grade twelve was his first year at Shawnigan, or rather, Shawnigan ' s first year with him, his quiet nature left him for much of the time unnoticed. How many people knew that Noel held the record throughout the year for the number of classes skipped? Many thought that Ron Anderson did, and indeed, his was an admirable attempt. But who could have hoped against such stiff competition as Noel ' s. Taking a different Math course for the first half year, only after Christmas did Noel join the regular math class. But unaccustomed as he was to his presence, Mr. MacLachlan never seemed to notice when Noel was absent. Mr. Bingley didn ' t even realize Noel existed let alone that he was in his class until March, when he discovered both. He was on the third XV yes, and on the school swim team, too, and he played golf in the summer term. Anything else? Can ' t remember. 29