Strathcona Composite High School - Tricolor Yearbook (Edmonton, Alberta Canada)

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MISS E. D. BROWN Honorary President DOUG McCALLA Vice-President CATHY MURDOCH Secretary DOROTHY STEPHENS Treasurer CLASS HISTORY NEILA HINMAN Class Historian That long-dreamed-about graduation is finally here. Now we are the ones who will relive our past for a moment, remembering our successes and joyous activities in high school. Strathcona Composite became the teaching home of a throng of new students, some from other parts of the city or province, and some from far away parts of the Dominion. From that very ' initiation day we were somehow united. Car-washing, book-carrying, brick-counting and shoe-shining seemed to combine us all in that fatiguing fun. We wondered if the years at Scona would be as enjoyable throughout. Our answer soon came as we rushed through the halls to classes, drama rehearsals, or club meetings. We had awards to work for, and homework to do. Our yearplays, “The Yellow Jacket” and “No More Peace”, attracted people from all over the city to congregate in Scona’s gym. But school isn’t all hard work. We relaxed as we watched our champion track team performing along with our successful teams, or as we danced with our latest beau or belle at the Sweethearts’ Swirl. Nineteen clubs provided the students with an opportunity to serve their school and meet their fellow students. As grade ten came to an end, we were left with a burning desire to return the next year, and have as much fun serving our school and developing our talents. Grade eleven brings back to us memories of our not-so-successful school teams, our fun-for-all dances, and intriguing yearplay, “Tobias and the Angel”. There were seventeen active clubs that year, many of which brought honor to the school. The ambitious chorus won the Alberta Provincial Award. This was the first time in twenty- three long years that a public high school had won this honor. While the Sadie Hawkin’s Dance allowed us to let down our hair and dress informally, we were back in civilization for our second Sweethearts’ Swirl. Twenty-eight of our graduates worked hard enough to obtain academic awards. What a year to remember! Then our senior year came around. For the first time in our School’s history, the frosh did not wait on the senior. Instead the seniors became hosts as Frosh Day changed from the hectic twenty-four hours of initiation to a week of welcome. Thus, the seniors shared with the Frosh their school spirit. Our school teams picked up this spirit and most of them placed in the top three positions. The drama club produced two worthwhile plays, “A Christmas Carol” and “Macbeth”. This year was our last chance to show off our dance steps in Scona’s gym. This year’s noon shows provided entertainment during Friday noon hours. Tonight, sixteen graduates are eligible for academic awards. This year has been a busy year, not only because we have had the privilege of slaving over our books in hopes of passing those frightening exams, but because we were in charge of our school activities. When the exams are over there will be jubilation and tears, gladness for studying done all year and remorse for procrastination. We will realize what high school has meant to us. We will remember the work that our teachers and student body have done to make our high school years as profitable and enjoyable as they have been. But we must all go on to new things and whatever the future, we will all have our memories and our friendships. 17

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MR. S. W. RADOMSKY Adviser DICK LOW President GRAD CLASS MR. D. F. TERRIFF Adviser VALEDICTORY As we leave school, we find two choices: we may be more adventurous and search out life’s challenges, or we may accept the type of shelter which school has given us until now. We may easily find placid, routine, undemanding jobs. It will be easy to leave the work of the community to others. Soon we shall reach voting age, but it is not necessary to vote; one vote makes no difference to the results. Many adults now have this attitude: they look after only themselves, although their education, like ours, qualifies them to do more. Of course, there is the alternative, to take part in life and seek its challenges. Before we can tackle this, though, we must realize that our present education has limitations, that we have touched only a few fringes of the great vastness of knowledge. Our responsibility is to try consciously to augment this background, whether through further formal education or in the real world around us. The world we enter is full of problems which we shall have to live with or conquer. Problems such as the threat of communism and injustices DOUG McCALLA and suffering in our own country affect us all, and we can no longer Valedictorian isolate ourselves from them. Our high school years have been full of ups and downs, but I think we shall all find that the “ups” outnumber the “downs ’. We shall always remember our years at Scona, and, more particularly, the people, both staff and students, who make this school. Previously, our school has been a shelter from many of the cares and responsibilities which we shall now have to face. We have reached a major dividing point from which diverge many ways, one for each of us. Most of us will be leaving our school, although not the friendships we have made here. Graduation thus means good-bye to much, but it is also the entrance to the wider world. Success is within the capabilities of all of us. 1 wish it to all of you. 16

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t I Room Representatives Row 1: Pat Suitor, Neila Hinman, Penny Mark, Janice Buxton, Peggy Garrett, Mr. Houglund (Adviser), Diane Webster, Sharon Folkman, Marilyn Engberg, Lois Egar, Valorie Benke. Row 2: Dennis Ball, Chris Bull, Sam Wilson, Dick Sandilands, Jeannette Taschuk, Patii-Jo Laudermil., Shauna Dorskind, Evelyn Hostland, Deahn Bruce, Ken Morris, Peter Hopkyns, Alan Williams. Row 3: Ray Johnston, Grant Patrick, Larry Sowa, Wayne Ramsbottom, John Steele, Bill Hrychuk, Neil Prinsen, Jim Mcllmoyle, Jack Klinck, Peter Irwin, Emmanuel Mirth, Kim Crosby. Missing: Barry Pritchard. 18