Sir George Williams University - Annual Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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THE J-GROUP The invasion was on. Armed with glistening brief-cases and bristling pens, the Veteran Brigade moved-up from all sides. As it neared the Y.M.C.A. building, it deployed for the attack . One column took the Stanley pass, the other the Drummond pass, and forged ahead into Y territory. Jealous, Georgian stares bombarded them and inviting Georgette smiles popped their eyes out, but they were a hard-bitten Veteran Brigade and they moved on unflinchingly. There at the foot of Hill Metropolitan the two columns merged again, yelled their frenzied Hurrahs, then quieted down to take bearings. Now it was a sure thing that objective Willingdon Barracks lay right ahead at the top of the hill. The little Brigade of eighty clambered cautious- ly up the foreign slopes of Hill Metropolitan, but cau- tion was unnecessary, the enemy was not firing at all. Onthe crest of the hill lay the Willingdon Barracks behind the camouflage of a mahogany door. The patrol tapped gently at the camouflage and it eased itself inward to reveal the gapingly empty Willingdon Bar- racks. All Clear ! waved the Patrol, and the Brigade moved in and occupied the barracks, and waited. One by one the Uenemy' ' Chiefs of Staff trickled into view - Field Marshall, Henry Hall, Major General, Douglas Burns Clarke, Brigadier, Robert Fraser and Lieutenant, Tom Sterling. Field Marshall Hall bent over so that his white flag of surrender would show and breathed soft words whose candour was to disarm to the core the steel- girt hearts of this battle seasoned brigade. f'Gentle- men, gentlemen , his voice wafted on the hushed air, Welcome to Sir George Williams College. And the host of gentlemen rose and with one accord intoned: Shepherd, we are the ones who sur- render this day, we are thy willing sheep . And they sawahalo of blessedness wreathe the head of Shepherd Hall as he rejoined: Ye are my chosen, among my many folds, ye shall be known as the 'J-GROUP' . And from that day in January 1947, the J-GROUP, sensing the sacredness of its self-charged mission, began to blaze its glorious trail across the jewelled annals of Sir George. This D.V.A. dollared group battled with re- orientation to study , forced down its diet of biscuits and pea-soup and guinea-pigged itself into showing that on this completely devitamized hash that sixty bucks a month permitted, it was still possible to survive Mathematics 101, Physics 101, History 103, English 124 and English 101, and with bleary eyes and puttied brain nevertheless go on to find actual enjoyment in Shepherd Hal1's Natural Science 101. Orientation to study and the acquisition of D.V.A. size stomachs were not the only battles the .T-GROUP had to fight, there was the blistering heat of that summer to be endured. Baked brains could not cope with a full eight hour program of lectures and study, so extra-curricular activities became the order of the day. Julias Stracina - Group Chairman and Stan Yaffe - Treasurer got together with Keith Mosher, Penny Kondaks fthe only ewe in the foldl, Cecil Kirton and Roy Horner and arranged swim and dance socials, bus trips, golf and tennis tournaments, basketball and volleyball bouts and floor hockey Mayhems . But there were times when the sweltering heat bogged down all organized sports and recreational programs and then the thing to do was to drift down to the trough or the Common Room for the day's treat. There in the trough a Paul Ryan andDuncan Stevens would be furrowing their foreheads in earnest philosophical theorization over the thing in the cup of coffee - whether it was a piece of straw or a fly, a he fly or a she fly , or not a fly but a bug, or not a fly nor a bug, but just hallucinations - just a mass hysteria. In turn too, there would rise up a Stan Yaffe and take his precarious perch on the jerky table. There, hastening wit with frantic gesture, he would laboriously contrive to hatch successful skin-teeth getters but evoke laughter only through the sheer unlaughability of his lame fabrications.