Stratford Northwestern Secondary School - Norwester Yearbook (Stratford, Ontario Canada)

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TABLE OF CONTENTS DEDICATION FACULTY GRADUATES CLASSES ACTIVITIES SPORTS CLUBS LITERARY page 3 page 5 page 11 page 19 page 36 page 47 page 66 page 78

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68 NOR ' WESTER NORTHWESTERN SECONDARY SCHOOL STRATFORD, ONTARIO

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DEDICATION Top secret is out! Little Green Hornet Edmunds has trailed me for weeks, clicking his camera when I was in the most embarrassing, even ludicrous positions. Now all is revealed. This edition of the Year Book is dedicated to me. What utterly surprising and perverse things you students get up to. For years we teachers scold, chide, cajole, bully, coax, and beat you into the ground. Then, suddenly all smiles and disarmament, you do something quite wonderful — dedicate your year book to a teacher — and break his heart with your generosity. At this moment it seems that all your faces, separately and together, are weaving and bobbing in my mind — smiling, laughing, bewildered, some scowling and clearly muttering names quite unprintable here. Thus when I, like every other teacher, secretly hope to be affectionately remembered by you, your dedication of this edition to me ensures my affectionately remembering you forever. I suppose this is an occasion for great thoughts, profound lessons, enduring words, from me to you. Instead, I rely upon your recalling those strange and moving moments that we have sometimes shared in the classroom: odd moments, not strictly part of the course, not found in the text, not prepared nor foreseen, but just happenings when each of us knew that in the room great thoughts and feelings were present--of human words and deeds, poetry, drama, politics, religions, even God Himself. At those rare times we were lucky. We experienced true education. May those moments stay with you, forever. Vital Statistics First, I was born--before WWI is near enough — in the most important county of the Royal Throne of Kings. This is clearly very fitting for one so clever and good looking. In that same Sceptered Isle was I educated, kindergarten through university. The Great Depression determined that my first job should be teacher in an American High School in South France — rich boys, lovely girls, mountains, skiing, blue seas, beaches, and casinos. Wonderful! All this launched a career in teaching which took me back to England, on to Germany, Africa, India, and Canada. A minor interuption called upon me personally to do something, like bombing, about a corporal with a moustache, who had developed an undemo- cratic and unacceptable notion to boss everybody. This caused Canada, Stratford in particular, to wait with understandable impatience for my arrival. However, you have now had ten wonderful years of my service. How lucky can you get? So don ' t call me, I ' ll call you — from Moscow, or maybe Peking.