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

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GRADE 13 BABY PICTURES COLLEEN KELLY Hey Ma, I just ate a worm. GERALD CAPPLEMAN I have to go to the bathroom. Mom.. JOHN MASLEN 007 CARMEN CLARKE Go Home Poopy! JOHN COSSEY John and his diesel driven bike. JUDY STRASSER Mom said that if I was good, she ' d take me to market. JOHN BAKELAAR Want a ride babe! ANN CAMPBELL You can ' t have any! SHEILA WILHELM Hey Mom, I foimd a dead cat in the garage!

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YOUTH ' S CREDO I believe in the greatness of myself, and that I am in this world for a purpose, that purpose being to put back into life more than I have taken out. I believe in the integrity of other people, assured that they try as hard to follow the gleam, even as I. I believe in the gallantry of older people whose seasoned experience and steadfast devotion has preserved for me the precious heritage of the past. I believe in the magnificance of the past, knowing that without Its storied wealth I would possess nothing. I believe in the challenge of the future, fully realizing there will be no future except it becomes alive through me. I believe in the sacredness of duty, through which I must conserve what was given me, and thereby help to preserve it for all comers after me. I believe in the contagion of health, and that I can spread it through cheerfulness, wholesome habits, sensible expenditure of energies, and wise use of foods. I believe in the nobility of work as the creative expression of the best within me, and as my share in easing the common load of all. I believe in the enrichment of play and laughter as the means of cleansing my body of staleness and my soul of bitterness. I believe in the holiness of friendship, knowing that my life Is a tapestry woven from the silken threads of many beautiful lives. Because I believe this, I therefore believe in God, who justifies all my beliefs. He is the still small voice within, ever urging me toward the unattained. Since He cares for these things, I believe that even death cannot steal these precious possessions from me. And whatever more I believe is entwined in those precious feelings that lie too deep for words. Remember when you talk you only repeat what you already know; but if you listen you may learn something. History is a fabric woven by mankind on the loom of time. Its designs vary with the years-now dark, now bright, now bold, now seemingly insignificant. Somehow we must seek the pattern as it was meant to be, and help to make it a thing of beauty and strength. Special thanks to: Mr. Edmonds Ken Jung Mr. Bright George Freeman Alan Boyce Alan Gatschene for their contribution of pictures to our Yearbook. We would also like to thank Mr. Fraser and Mr. Walker for their guidance.