Sheldon Williams Collegiate - Opus Yearbook (Regina, Saskatchewan Canada)

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Randy Pippus Richard Waugh Editor Editor Student Prints Issue one was rather tame this year; it didn’t carry on with the hard-protest-politics of last year — “you seem to be laughing at yourself — protest¬ ing yourself” rather than advocating and guiding and helping in changes in Education. Issue two continued in this vein, and was much better at it. But that was as far as we got in this vein. Then, ’round about Issue three, which took for¬ ever, and when it did come out was illegible, we seemed to run into intangiole hassles wherever we turned. This psychological harassment almost caused the paper to fold. We got very paranoid. Issue three was the only one in four and a half months. We came back and with Issue four we managed to cause a stir. People said it was, “flippant” or “esoteric” or “indulgent”. We were just being creative I say. Well, with Issue five and Issue six (the election candidates’ platforms) we streamlined to fight Stu¬ dent Apathy. We’re doing Issue seven now, and we figure to continue just what we do. Typing was certainly a chore this year. We had a lot of trouble running our Gestetner until some bolts fell out and it worked fine. Phillip Syde (cream of transistors) and J. W. Wildman (humour sampler) columns were popular as far as I know. Sports coverage was spotty; music-movies coverage was good considering space limitations. We didn’t do much enthusiastic coverage on high school events and pep clubs, because of a flaw in our character. We weren’t much good at being a focal point for student rebellion (except in a general way). We just weren’t militant! Over all it’s been a good year. I know it because I’ve seen just how it could have been a lot worse. Randy Pippus Richard Waugh Connie Collier Typing Jim Waugh Production Saul Lipton Production Alan Bratt Co-Editor Grant Hood Staff Bill Schutzman Production Jim Glen Staff 98 Brian McLeod Staff T. Jack Swayze Staff

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CONFLICT The man was sitting with his back against a vast tree trunk in an open place on the big ridge. It lacked cover, and was really too bare of underbrush for proper concealment, but with the sun risen, any movement could bring a volley of rifle shots. It was a clear October morning, frosty, but promising to warm up later. Most of the timber on the ridge was oak; their fallen leaves formed a smooth blanket over the forest floor. Their dusty sweet smell mingled with the chill and made him feel glad to be alive. His gun was cradled in his lap, and he was straining to hear any sound to betray the presence of his prey. Suddenly the silence was shattered by a shot, and a few seconds later another rang out. The rifleman wasn’t sure which direc¬ tion the shots came from, but decided the source was over the ridge. The next thing he heard was something crunching through the dry oak leaves behind him. It seemed to take an eternity for him to turn his head and body without making any noise. Finally in position he peered cautiously around the edge of the trunk he had been leaning against. He couldn’t believe what he saw, for there walking slowly down the slope 15 or 20 yards away was a magnificent buck. The polished brown lines of his enormous back glinted softly in the morning sun, and his ears flicked nervously about trying to hear his assailant. He stopped for a second and looked back up the ridge, then he turned and continued on down through the trees. The buck took a few more steps and hesitated before starting down the leaf strewn road. The man raised his gun, flicked the safety off, and leveled it on the deer’s shoulder. Just as he was about to shoot he stopped and in his mind’s eye he saw the buck thrashing in the leaves, his blood staining them and then coughing and wheezing as he spewed bloody foam from his lungs. The man lowered his gun, and the buck continued down the road, and soon was lost from his sight. He slowly got to his feet, took a deep breath, expelled it with a sigh, and headed back to his truck. As he shuffled through the leaves he began to whistle. —Dave Phillips NAKED OUTLINES FLACID FIGURES WITH MUTED EMOTIONS THEIR FORMS AND FAVOFlS ETCHED IN BLACK ON WHITE VIRGIN WHITE WONDERING LOVE PONDERING SEX GUARDING THEIR WHITE TISSUE CHASTITY HOLDING IT ABOVE THE WAVES OF OCEANIC GALE WHILE THEY THEMSELVES FLOUNDER WAITING TO COME OF AGE WHEN MORAL BONDS ARE OFF AND MARRIAGE BONDS ARE ON WAITING TO SCULPT THEMSELVES INTO THE WHOLE COMPLETE BEING STALWART STATUES OF VIRTUE —Rick Waugh FROM GRAPES OF INTUITION AND EXPERIENCE WE BREW IN COPPER CAULDRONS OF A MIND, DISTILL IDEAS, CAST OUT THE DREGS. AND POUR IN COMMUNICATION, CONSULTATION THE CLEAR RICH LIQUID WE POOL TO DRINK THE WINE OF WISDOM BUT TEMPER TEMPTATION THAT WE MAY NOT LOOSE APPRECIATION FOR THE GRAPES. —Rich Waugh 97

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Janice Gordon Editor Opus 1969-70 Once again, another year draws to a close and we, the yearbook staff, present to you Opus 70. This past year, for me, has been one of challenge and unique experience and as editor I have come to realize how much work and responsibility the creation of a yearbook entails. With the help of my staff, improvements have been made and new ideas tried. Much planning and hard work has gone into this book and I hope that we have created for you a worthy account of 1969-70. In these pages are mirrored the intricate work¬ ings of Sheldon-Williams Collegiate — its successes and failures, and the very spirit which keeps this school alive; all of which depends entirely on you, the students. You have made Sheldon what it is with your enthusiasm, participation and achievement in all types of activities in the school and com¬ munity. Therefore, this book is not the creation of the Opus staff, but rather one of the entire student body. You have supplied the material and we have merely observed and recorded what you have done. Opus 70 is your book — a reflection of you the students and lifeblood of Sheldon-Williams. I would like to give special thanks to Brenda Brindle who worked long, hard hours and did an excellent job as assistant editor. Also, thanks go to our staff advisor, Mr. Macfarlane, for all his help and advice, and generally to all those who contri¬ buted to the book’s production. I wish luck and suc¬ cess to next year’s editor and staff and hope that our efforts this year will prove rewarding. Janice Gordon Mr. Macfarlane Staff Advisor Barb Pollock Assistant Editor Clay Prescott Art Fay Hutchinson Write-ups Liz Macintosh Typist Brenda Brindle Assistant Editor Keith McLeod Photographer Rick Waugh Art Kathy Weymark Write-ups Debbie Isman Typist 99