St Marys High School - Marian Manuscript Yearbook (Edmonton, Alberta Canada)

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Diane Matt Allen Crowley Jim Christie Audrey Bayduza Betty-Ann Moher Keith Sumner Linda Kimmitt Nick Krichanowsky S

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Bituchnt Government The many and varied activities of this memorable year included many social and sports events. The major events were the frosh activities, the Lunchbathon contest, the double bandstand and the four dances. The efforts displayed by the football and basketball teams was becoming to the exceptional spirit of St. Mary ' s. This year was also marked by a number of changes. The first noticed change was the final realization of one school with one principal. With some elation on the part of the students, mixed classes were introduced. The greatest change this year was the addition of the new wing and an enlarged auditorium. Along with this construction came confusion, disorder and the cancelling of many planned activities. As Presidents it is hoped that our efforts have met with your approval. We trust that our recommendations and improvements will somehow better our school and future councils. We enjoyed our offices of President for it gave us unlimited experience in working with the students and in meeting many people. To our executives, advisors and students, thanks for your help and co-operation during the past months. For the Senior class, we wish success in all your future endeavours. And to those returning next year, carry on the good name of St. Mary ' s. Sylvia Daigneau David Biltek

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am a Saarbwk I am a yearbook, I make no pretense of great literary worth, Of times I am belittled, And I will be the butt of later-life jokes, Because some things written on my pages Will seem childish When read again with wiser, older eyes. But, at this moment, they are part of a life we know and love. The unskilled phrases of youth may mar my pages, But I know my strength, I know my place, I will be succeeded time and again But I can never by replaced Because in my leather-clad arms I hold all the memories of this small time. My task is to treasure that you may remember. Some day .... when space ships whirl Across the changed face of the world I will be taken down from the shelf. The dust will be blown from my covers And the curious eyes of eager childhood Will scan my yellowed pages For a beloved face. Nothing born of love really dies. And I was created with infinite care By young men and women who love St. Mary’s And all she stands for, Who believe all that happened here Is worth remembering Is worth recording On the pages that follow.