Strathcona Tweedsmuir School - Paidia Yearbook (Okotoks, Alberta Canada)

Text from Pages 1 - 66 of the 1974 volume:

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You are indeed fortunate young people to be at this excellent school and in these magnificent surroundings. When I was 11 - 14 years of age I used to keep a pony on a picket on the empty lots near our house in Elbow Park. In the winter I used to put him on a farm near here and always two of the most pleasant rides of the year were those when I brought him out here in the fall and back in the spring. Now just a few thoughts for you young people, some of whom are finished at this school and others who will be back in September. I would like you to think with me for a few minutes about what it means for you to be a Canadian. Not a Westerner, not an Albertan, not a Calgarian, not an Okotoksian but a Canadian. You know we Albertans and Westerners for many years talked about those Easterners who had all the money, all the factories, all the head offices, all the Cabinet Ministers and how they were running the country for themselves and didn't care about us. Those Easterners weren't very interested in us then as there weren't many of us, we didn't have very much, they had never been here and didn't particularly want to come as they figured they had everything where they were. Now things are different. The West is rich, particularly B.C. and Alberta. They have enormous resources, factories, petrochemical plants, oil, gas, coal, iron ore, lumber, pulp and on and on'i. There are six or seven million people in the West and all Canada now knows it's here and important. Now I suggest that we as Westerners must not become as the Easterners were or as we perceived them to be just fat and happy with their own lot and never mind anyone else. We Westerners must strive to be real Canadians as well as Westerners. How do you do this? First and foremost you must learn a lot about your own country. First by reading and study and then by travelling whenever you can. So many Canadians have been to California or Florida or Europe yet have never crossed the boundary of the next province. How many of you here have been to the states but never to Saskatchewan and I assure you Saskatchewan is truly a much more beautiful province than most states to your south. How many of you and your parents have been to Europe to see and enjoy their culture but haven't been to Quebec or the Maritimes to see and understand theirs. You probably know more about American history, geography, culture and politics than you do Canadian. I suggest then the first step in being a Canadian is to learn and understand as much as possible about your own country and its people. It is a fascinating country, large, diverse and extraordinarily different from one area to the next. I suggest that some of you, once you have learned a lot about Canada and become an openminded Canadian, should strive to do what you can to unite Canada and make it strong. Maybe you can do this as a teacher, a business man or women, a minister or maybe enter federal politics. In my opinion, with many exceptions land particularly if there are any federal politicians here todayl the West and Alberta has not been well represented in Ottawa. Partly this is because not many Albertans want to live in Ottawa. I live there and assure you it is a lovely city to live in lfor a while anywayl. If you do, try and represent Alberta partly as an Albertan but partly as a Canadian so you can do and understand what is best for Canada and for Alberta. Now you girls! Where do you go from here. Are you going to be women's libbers, professional athletes, engineers, business women or wives and mothers. The door is open to do as you wish as I think it has always been so choose what you think you should and would like to do. Don't decide to be an engineer just to compete with or show the men you can compete. Do be a heavy equipment operator or a doctor if that is what you really want to do. For many of you I suggest the most exciting challenging career you could dream of is to be a dynamic wife and mother. I suggest that the problems we are having with a few of our youths today are because some of our mothers and fathers are neglecting their jobs as parents and are too busy making money or pampering themselves to devote sufficient time to their children. The greatest satisfaction a man or woman can have is to have a happy family life with well adjusted children going out into the world to be good Canadians. I recommend that all of you develop hobbies and sports that you take part in and enjoy. I believe in the work ethic lat least a few hours a dayl but don't work all the time. Don't make work your hobby. Too many of my generation have done this and are dying from heart attacks and obesity every day. Learn to relax and enjoy your spare time - you will enjoy life, last longer, be better people and get more work done as well. Thank you for inviting my wife and I to be here with you today. Congratulations to all you prize winners and to all who competed and played the game. DEDICATION The students of Strathcona-Tweedsmuir School would like to dedicate this 1974 yearbook to the memory of Dave Pike. Although Dave was a late-comer to the school, he became one of the gang as soon as we discovered his infinite good humor and willingness to participate. Dave was of incomparable help when it came to hospitality. Winter weekends will never be the same without Dave howling down the ski slopes in his burgundy, orange, yellow and white school jacket. The image of Dave wearing his Levis , shirt and knotted tie, strolling casually down the rotunda with one hand in his pocket and the other holding Math 20 books, is vivid to us all. VVe'll always remember Dave at our barndances, birthday parties, Christmas parties, bonfires, Wei- ner roasts and brandings. Dave was always willing to lend a hand when a shelter had to be provided or a clean-up job was needed. Having lost a friend is a new experience for most of us. It is impossible to say how much we miss Dave and how much we grieve for his family. The empty space left by Dave will always be filled with happy memories because he himself was such a happy person and gave so much happiness to everyone who knew him. 4 HEADMASTER'S MESSAGE WHAT IS DIFFERENT ABOUT GOING TO STRATHCONA-TWEEDSMUIR? Those of you at the School may find some of what I am saying a little humourous for you know what is different about going to S.T.S. Those of you who are older will perhaps have said the same things in different ways. There is not one easy phrase to sum up this difference but I am going to try to put into words what I feel the difference is. First of all, it is not the bus ride, for many,many students ride buses, it is not the uniform, although this is a part of itg it is not the facilities or the setting but this is a part of it. No, I feel it is the spirit or the feeling of the place that is the difference. All of the people that are part of the Strathcona-Tweedsmuir family add to this spirit and feeling. Because we are small enough to call ourselves a family, the spirit of each one of us comes out and affects each and every one of us. There is a feeling of concern that permeates the atmosphereg concern from teacher about teachers. We all care and we all matter. This is why perhaps, our School is a bit tougher than some other schools. We know that life today requires a great deal of stamina, a great deal of toughness and so we want our lives at the School to be realistic and not soft or easy. We want those who go on to higher education to know what they are getting into and arrive at university knowing what hard work is and how to do it. We want those who go into the professions, into business, into any job, to know how to compete and how to strive for excellence. So we show our concern by making the School something that is not average. The School is not average nor is it mediocre. We work harder and we play harder. We do not look for the easy way out. We hope that each and every one of us can let the love that is within us come out so that in our dealings with each other the genuiness of our concern, our feelings radiates about us. An S.T.S'er should have at the least, gained from this loving concern the following 3 S's . Standards, Strength and Style. By Standards I mean standards of behaviour as well as standards of work and play. Standards that show up in our public and private lives because we are proud of them. We are not afraid to take a stand - to show our standards when we run into groups or individuals that do not have the standards we do. Strength - strength of mind and body and character to do battle with those things we encounter in life that we know are beneath our standards. We don't get this strength by taking the easy way. Style - the prepossession of a person, the dignity of a person that shows those around him or her that here is a different kind of person. Here is a person with self control. Here is a courteous person that knows how to behave in all kinds of situations because that person has learned good manners. Here is a tolerant person that can understand other people, their weaknesses and their foibles. Here is a kind person. One who goes out of his or her way to be helpful, to find ways to make the other persons job easier. So this is what is different about going to Strathcona-Tweedsmuir School. We are all trying to build our standards, our strengths and our style by putting together a School. A School where consideration for others is not a motto or a catch phrase but a way of life. X Inf? 946 M9 -x dk .6 .fx XX-- ...-.J.' Q ,.. ,. 'N-v 5313 Fl 'IDM , ,, ,wx.A.: M -ml ' 2 Q5 zifflkffb 555' :',1g,s.23 . I' 3 ..,,mLuZ'M .ff - ' 4 W 5 L' gf' 'I ag :gl 1 u M1 I' S t It ,,44' fm Hb-A . rl' 'dum ., .44 1 , I 'f-fu vt nu . Al ,'f?E'. , . ng, QA U . ,pq 4 IP r .3 U ' ,Q V' ,T 1 Q . ,VV -. r H 'qw pn I M5 . I -- '-4.4 a 1 Q hx I A ?Q-372: '! V 'Q 54 1 ff, '-xxx: FACULTY HEADMASTER W. A. Heard B.Ed. tUniversity of Albertal, Alberta Teachers Certificate Assistant Headmaster P. B. Ditchburn B.A., Dip. Ed. tUniversity of Melbournel, M.Ed. tUniversity of Calgaryl, Alberta Teacher's Certificate, Head of English Department. R. H. Cojocar, Alberta Teacher's Certificate, Head of Elementary School. l. Dawood, B.A. 4Hons.J fUniversity of Natall. B.Ed., U.E.D. tUniversity of South Africaj, Alberta Teacher's Certificate, Head of Junior High School. Miss B. Bauer, B.Ed. tUniversity of Calgaryl, Alberta Teacher's Certificate. G. G. Bauman, B.Sc. 4University of Calgaryl, Alberta Teacher's Certificate. J. H. Broadberry, B.A. tUniversity of Albertal, Alberta Teacher's Certificate. Mrs. K. W. Coskey, Alberta Teacher's Certificate. Mrs. L. L. Coyne, B.Sc. tWashington State Universityy, M.A. tOhio State Universityl, Alberta Teacher's Certificate. G. D. Freight, B.A. tUniversity of Calgaryj, Alberta Teacher's Certificate. Head of Modern Languages Department. D. R. Garrison, B.Ed., M.Ed. tUniversity of Calgaryl, Alberta Teacher's Certificate. Head of Mathematics-Science Department. Mrs. S. Glin, B.Ed. tUniversity of Calgaryi, Alberta Teacher's Certificate. Miss E. Gouthro, B.Sc. tSt. Francis-Xavier Universityl, B.Ed. tAcadia Universityl, Alberta Teacher's Certificate. Mrs. B. Harasymiw, B.A., M.A. tUniversity of Albertal, Alberta Teacher's Certificate. Librarian. C. J. Hay, B.A. tUniversity of Calgaryi, Alberta Teacher's Certificate. Head of Social Studies Department. M. F. Keller, B.Sc. iUniversity of Arizonal, M.Sc. tUniversity of Calgaryi. Mrs. J. B. Kerr, B.Ped. fUniversity of Manitobal, Alberta Teacher's Certificate. B. L. Kilb, B.P.E., M.A. fUniversity of Albertal, Alberta Teacher's Certificate. Director of Athletics. J. H. McConnell, B.A. fUniversity of Calgaryl, Alberta Teacher's Certificate. D. R. Nelson, B.Ed. tUniversity of Albertal, Alberta Teacher's Certificate. Mrs. A. Parel, B.A. fSir George Williams Universityl, M.A. tuniversity of Calgaryl, Alberta Teacher's Certificate. S. Piorecky, B.Ed. fCharles University, Praguei, Alberta Teacher's Certificate. J. E. Schmit, B.A., M.A. tGonzaga Universityl, Alberta Teacher's Certificate. Head of Guidance Department. A. G. Seeger, B.A. tUniversity of Albertal, Alberta Teacher's Certificate. Mrs. D. W. Weir, B.Ed. tUniversity of Calgaryl, Alberta Teacher's Certificate. ADMINISTRATICN Mrs. J. A. Kirkham, Headmaster's Secretary Mrs. F. Firkola, Secretary Wm. Morris, School Accountant B. Sills, Maintenance Supervisor Mrs. M. Swain, Reception K. Headrick, Maintenance 7 FACULTY Rev. R. A. Andrews Reverend Andrews joined the staff of Strathcona School in 1969 as Chaplain, a position he continued when Strathcona and Tweedsmuir coordinated in 1971. During the summer of 1973 Reverend Andrews was appointed to St. Leonard's, Red Deer. With him go our very good wishes. Mrs. Elaine Harasymiw Mrs. Harasymiw also began teaching at Strathcona- Tweedsmuir in 1971. She taught English and Russian to senior classes and acted as librarian in her first year at the school. In 1972, Mrs. Harasymiw became the full-time librarian and was responsible for the development of the library and media centre. We wish Mrs. Harasymiw every success in her new appointment. Miss Beverly Bauer Miss Bauer began teaching at Strathcona-Tweedsmuir in the schooI's inaugural year, 1971. During her three years with us Miss Bauer taught grades two and three and she also acted as assistant coach of the girls' basketball team. A special claim to fame was earned by Miss Bauer when she took up parachute jumping for recreation. Miss Bauer has taken leave of absence to teach in Queensland, Australia. Major Myles Ellissen, Headmaster of Strathcona, 1934 - 1940. lt is with regret that we report the death of Major Ellissen on September 10, 1973. Major Ellissen took over a five year old school, during very difficult times, and with the help of a dedicated group of parents, established Strathcona School for Boys as a small but strong independent school. Major Ellissen moved the school from its Hope Street location to 15th Avenue West, and again, in 1939, moved the school to the larger premises of 1232 Riverdale Avenue where it was to remain for 32 years. Major Ellissen returned to Strathcona in June, 1971, to give the address at the last Closing Exercises. On that occasion he recalled many memories of his years at the school and paid tribute to Dr. McNabb, Dr. Corbett, Mr. E. Harvie and Mrs. K. Sellar. The greatest honour that he had experienced in his lifetime was leading boys and men . A leader and a builder, the work of Myles Ellissen lives on in the boys he educated. Major Ellissen Addressing Strathcona Closing Exercises June, 1971 ,X2'7vkJi sX ltr.-tit-tim Nr I - 'wa A ' 4- -X It -' . 5 H: - ,D .ssl .TX 2.2, it A Thelma Bygrove 1973-74 This year Thelma should be a string candidate for three awards: tallest irl in Sr High, Miss Bus Congeniality and the outstanding g . attendance award. Ricky Chan, 1973-74 Ambition - To take over the Math department at S.T.S. Secret Ambition - To become a brew master Favorite Saying - But Sir, you're wrong I'm frustrated, I need a drink! Favorite Pastime - Drinking Nickname - Chan Stein YI' Leight Currie, 1972-74 A ball of fire in her red jacket Leads Buchan to Victory? Favourite Saying: lt's abutt that time. GRADUATES The year book staff was forced to write about our school captain as after 12 years of hard labor students tend to get lackadaisical lan we have noticed - has turned into a MAD MAN, what more can we say'??'? Eric Chan, 1972-74 Ambition - To drive in the Indianapolis '500' Nickname - crash Favorite Saying - Wow!, how did I smash that fender Favorite Pastime - Criticizing Kung-Fu movies. Nancy Chen, 1973-74 An inch of time is an inch of gold An inch of gold can't buy an inch of time. Debbie Douglas, 1973-74 In the morning she comes off the bus, The teachers all raise such a fuss. This school has a uniform, This Debbie, it seems, can't conform. 9 Mel Evans, 1972-74 My name is Mel l think Everything to me looks pink This place is nice l've done everything twice One more year will make it thrice. Brenda Hayward, 1970-74 Favourite Saying - l've been here too long. Attribute - A good friend of the faculty in times of need. Ambition - To be a star volleyball player and return to S.T.S. as the coach. Peter Hultgren, 1973-74 Nickname - Rookie Ambition - To beat Bobbie Fischer Favorite Saying - Are the teachers coming? Favorite Pastime - Cutting down religion Harvey Hummel, 1972-74 Nickname - Humuluk Ambition - To drive a post war car Favourite Saying - duh! I hit 25 U Favourite Pastimes - Sleeping and showing off his trap shooting medal. H MT Steve Johnson, 1969-74 Favourtie Saying - l dunno, What do you think? Favourite Pastime - Throwing 3 bales of hay a day. Past Glories - Shooting 25 straight. Julia Kivisild, 1973-74 She's something else on the tennis court. Her serve is like a bullet. Ambition - To change badminton to tennis. Favourite Pastime - Writing University Entrance Exams, Pet Peeve - Choosing between M.l.T. and Stanford. Pam McDonald, 1966-74 Grow old along with me The best is yet to be. - Browning IO 1 yisaf, Q3-X-:Q Na 'ES W7 Wim W Fi t- .. wI',.A 421. X , 7 ' 'KTWTK '. Sfcfgiiftf 4 -5. ,Q. :. . fx gil. j . J- . T , C2 -Q . -Vi I . . -s E Scott Matthews, 1969-74 Ambition - To know the world through the eyes of 8th Avenue. Favourite Pastime - Women and ? Favourite Saying - Kiss Off Nickname - Mipps Cherished Memory - The discovery of the B.R. Mark Nelson, 1973-74 As you can probably see l'm as cute as I can be. My favorite tool is my comb Which I use to groom my dome. I have a girl friend Her name is Fluth About us I shouldn't reveal the truth. Brian Peacock, 1962-74 Nickname - Buck Ambition -To pursue further education at Lake Louise Hit 25 straight in Trap Shooting Favourite Saying - Where's Mary? Where's my gun? Favourite Pastimes - Mary! Bar at Lake Louise. Pet Peeve - Awards for 12 years at S.T.S. Dave Pike, 1973-74 It seems to me to be perfectly clear That this has been one .... of a year Even though my hair got the shear And I almost got caught with a couple of beer I thoroughly enjoyed my school year here. Karen Proctor, 1971-74 Our opinion of people depends Less upon what we see in them Than in what they make us see In ourselves. Sarah Grand Heather Floss, 1969-74 If you love something set it free, If it comes back It is yours, lf it doesn't, It never was. TT'.2P Rob White, 1969-74 Pet Peeve - Jeep trucks with quadra-track. Favourite Expression - Eat my shorts! Ambition - A 314 ton racing driver. Favourite Activity - Throwing great parties and scaring cows. ll GRADE ONE Back Row: D'Arcy Ohlson, Geoff Denham, Jim Graham, Karim Mahmud, Curtis Darmohray, Brian Gould, Mrs. Glin. Middle Row:Tim Stubbs, Doug Werth, Matthew Sklepowich, Mary Kate Ftobertson,Ftobert Elliott,John Bardell Front Row: Moncia Bernhard, Elizabeth Johnson, Jill Cross, Tara Pipella, Leslie Ann Trimble. Absent: Jennifer Balfour. X.f GRADE TWO Back Ftow: Michael Pierce, Jon Mitchell, Sean Rollins, John Pidgeon, Philip Thiessen. Middle Row: Alan Bernhard, Grant Mouat, Steven Sklepowich, David Elliott, Robert Kaul, Miss Bauer. Front Row: Christina Fliche, Jennifer Kerr, Kim Morrison, Dawn Ekstrom, Alex Goldstein. Absent: Gerald Quinton, Marina Sosukiewicz. Faculty, Class and Sports Photographs by Matthews of Calgary I2 GRADE THREE - FOUR Back Row: Michael Dundas, Andrew Molitor, Cameron Craine, Andrew Weeks, Jeff Rui, Glenn Coskey. Middle Row:Jason Hari,Blair Sorbi,Lorraye Saik, Lisa Jackson, David Llewellyn Michael Thakkar Mrs. Kerr 3 Front Row: Blanca Topsnik, Jodi Pisko, Carol Reggin, Karen Laing, Tessa 7Graham, Vanessa, Miller. j Absent: Jon Mitchell. l l -is .ff ft' GRADE FOUR Back Row: Tim Hayoz, Tom Nelson, Stephen Waldie, Andrew Rahme, Mr. Seeger. Middle Row: Richard Pierce, Carson Drisdale, David Diskin, Paul Proctor. Front Row: Robert Morrison, Roderick Heard, Eric Hasiuk, David Dundas. I3 GRADE FIVE Back Row: Ben Higgs, Paul Charuk, Kenneth Drisdale, Robert Sturmer, Leroy Thiessen, John Bilton, Winton Bortenlanger, Mr. Bauman. Middle Row: Ian Farquharson, Peter Gammell, David Weyant, Adam Walker, Sterling Motta, Paul Roach, Bart Borrett, Paul Mathieson. Front Row: David Thompson, David Thakkar, Lauchlin Lyons, Marco Mazzolani, Murray Laidlow, Eric lvmiice, Ralph Smith. GRADE FIVE - SIX Back Row: Elizabeth Molitor, Karen Mackie, Bettina Jensen, Catherine Mackie, Sherry-Anne McKay Catherine L'Abbe, Kim Bridgewater, Mrs. Coskey. Middle Row: Melanie McCaig, Renee Tetrault, Jane Flavvin, Anita Chakravorty, Laurie McMichael, Leanne Oughton, Janice McNeill. Front Row: Carla Hooper, Anne Hordos, Sara Goldstein, Sloan Pipella, Gina Reuther, Debbie Juchem, Madeleine Shuttleworth. I4 X -ni GRADE SIX Back Row: Grant Dean, Andrew Wolf, Hugh McCruden, Jason Blake, Rob O'Connor, Joe Morrison. Second Back Row: Cole Bygrove, Tyler Zell, Richard Kercher, Rob Bridgewater, Jay Cross, Mr. Cojocar. Second Row: Paul Glenfield, Stephen Pillow, Darryl Ohlson, John Ballem, Simon Goldstein,Peter Denham Front Flow: Christopher DeVeth, John Dundas, Mike Shuttleworth, Jim Prentice, Lawrence Boyd, Graham Robertson. GRADE SEVEN A Back Row: Stuart McMichael, Jeffrey Webb, Clark Grigsby, Wayne Millice, Robert Spiro. Second Back Row: Mrs. Harasymiw, Sally Holman, Gretchen George, Shana Smyth, Mr. Nelson. Second Row: Robert Chabros, Jeffrey Crone, James Tilley, Barry Clauson, Chris Morton, John Wildeman. Front Row: Robert Rombough, Janice White, Tracy Bell, James Crone. I5 GRADE SEVEN B Back Row: John Eamon, Alan Harvie, Russel Morrison, David Jackson, Lawrence Dundas, John Sparrow, Second Back Row: Mrs. Coyne, Jennifer Hasiuk, Jane Duff, Kim Watson, Leslie Oughton, Mr. Piorecky. Second Row:Stephen Ross,Bob Griffith, Bob Ross, Ben Van Sant, Mitchell Ravvin, Roger Trimble,Jim Eamon. Front Row: Rosalyn Rahme, Jennifer Consldine, Patrizia Mazzolani, Kelli Gough, Susan Hay. Absent: Elizabeth Acteson. GRADE EIGHT A Back Row: Carol Shuttleworth, Gretchen Cross, Virginia Wilson, Jane Palmer, Ellen Ravvin, Miss Gouthro Middle Row: Dawn Springer, Martha Newell, Jamie Motta, Kathy Lamb, Patricia Cooper. Front Row: Susan Oman, Amanda Schultz, Melanie Tetrault, Julie Prette. I6 GRADE EIGHT B Back Row: David Ryan, Wayne Woods, Jamie Kastens, Peter Turner-Bone, Brock du Berger, Mr. Freight. Middle Row: Ross Willis, Howard Green, Loren Crone, Patrick LaGarde, Bruce Harradence, Bob Wall. Front Row: Michael Colborne, Stewart Bondar, James Sheptycki, Michael Russell, Terry Dunn. GRADE EIGHTC Back Row:Mike Kerr, Paul McKenna,Stephen Weyant,Sandy Morrison, Paul O'Donoghue, Mr. McConnell. Middle Row: Mark Heard,Rod Kirkham, Robert Miller, David Enns, Doug McNiven, Doug Chapman,David Brown Front Row: Bruce Leslie, David Bee, Jay Lyons, Jamie Marks, Paul Storwick. Absent: Paul Murphy, Mike Pryor, Bruce Conway. I7 GRADE NINE A Back Row: Bryon Murray, Paul McCruden, Brian White, Dale McClellan, John Dover, Ron Kluzak. Second Back Row:Lorne Chark,Diane Kidd, Wendy Sloan, Amy Hewitt, Tom Wadsworth, Mr. Broadberry. Second Row: Raymond Chan, Clark Garnett, Terry Fishman, Alan Alger, Terry Hleuka, Brad Diskin. Front Row: Joanne Ward, Cathy Haun, Lindsay Mair, Cynthia Heard, Nancy Pasukonis, Simonne LeBlanc. GRADE NINE B Back Row: Bob Cooper, Chris Roach, Richard Brink, Graham Smith, Scott Light, Doug Johnson. Second Back Row:Jack MacNichol, Jennifer Jackson, Jane Manning, Michelle Jager, Greg Storwick, Larry Griffith, Mrs. Weir. Second Row: Glen Nicholls, Billy Acteson, Shelly Raffin, Emma Kivisild, Pamela Cross, Heather Rae, Philip Mayson. Front Row: Alison Martin, Greta Anderson, Betsy Harvie, Jamie MacKinnon, Kathy Francis. I8 I Wi ,.,,, GRADE TEN A Back Row: Andrew Craine, Brett Kyle, Gerald Maguire, Dave Johnson, Leonard Beddoes. Second Back Row: Shauna Blake, Jane McQuitty, Elizabeth Maguire, Cynthia Hayward, Margaret McMichael Mr. Hay. Second Row: Scott Nickerson, John Murphy, Bob Gammel, Brad Kluzak, Jack Krusche, Neil McQueen. Front Row: Molly Lawson, Lore Lee Armstrong, Diane McNiven, Ruth Gray, Anne Campbell. GRADE TEN B Back Row: Bruce Bombough, Tom Cooper, Brian Parke, Danny Hunt, David Boley. Middle Row: Blaine Wiber, Lucille Garstin, Eric Nelson, Julie Scott, Tim Pryde. Front Row: Marita Marks, Christine Baker, Kathy Robertson, Nancy Gammell, Diane Hamilton Absent: Mrs. Parel, Tanneguy de Jubecourt, Margaret Maclnnes, Brian Leslie. I I9 GRADE ELEVEN Back Row: Harvey Locke, Floss Clauson, Jim Kelly, Vic Wright. Middle Row: Winston Leong, Theresa Roenisch, Janice Heard, Lisa Heffter, Bernie Dayment, Mr. Keller Front Row: Frances Amery, Mary Harvey, Kathie Paget, Sylvia Sherlock, Corinne Matthews. 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I , a x Graduation Dinner Dance Robbie Burns Day School Track Meet 1 972-1973 Back Packing PHOTOGRAPHERS Lisa Heffter Debbie Douglas Mr. Ditchburn 23 Jack Krusche CLUBS GYMNASTICS CLUB Back Flow lBars1: Heather Rae, Julie Scott, Clark Garnett, Kathy Lamb, Martha Newell. Second Back Row lBars1: Jennifer Considine, Molly Lawson, Melanie Tetrault, Gretchen Cross. Centre Row lStanding1: Leanne Oughton, John Dundas, Bruce Leslie, Karen Mackie, Kim Watson, Rosalind Ftahme, Leslie Oughton, Greg Storwick, Dawn Springer, Jim Prentice, Mrs. Coyne. Front Row lKneeling1: Kim Bridgewater, Jane Ravvin, Melanie McCaig, Madeleine Shuttleworth, Renee Tetrault Julie Prette. Centre Formation: Sally Holman trearj, Gina Reuther tleftl, Debbie Juchem trightj, Susan Hay tfronty Calgary Separate Schools Gymnastic Competitions Boys Team - Honourable Mentions Captain - Clark Garnett - Senior Awards: Novice Girls -Team Champions - Paul Storwick - Junior - Top Girl - Flosalyn Ftahme - Bruce Leslie - Novice Junior Girls -Team Champions - John Dundas - Novice - Top 2 Girls - Kathy Lamb, Leslie Oughton. - Jim Prentice - Novice CROSS-COUNTRY SKI CLUB Back Row lStanding1: Brett Kyle, Mr. Keller, Jack Krusche, Jane McQuitty, Molly Lawson, Wayne Woods, Mr Piorecky. Front Row: Kelli Gough, Terry Dunn, Mark Heard, Rod Kirkham 24 '5-N WHITE WATER CANOE CLUB X f RIFLERY 84 TRAPSHOOTING CLUB 25 VALEDICTORY ADDRESS STRATHCONA-TWEEDSMUIR SCHOOL - JUNE 1974 Some people say these have been the best years of our lives, while others say the years to come will be the best. Whatever the past has held and whatever the future may bring, we, as the graduating class have realized one very significant thing that this particular period in our lives is a time to pause. lt is the end of one stage and the beginning of another. Whether we decide to continue with our education, to work, or to travel, l feel that each one of us will be taking a part of Strathcona-Tweedsmuir with him. This school to us is a large family, and l know that many of us will not only be concerned with the students and teachers but with the actual growth of the school next year and the years to come. We are all grateful to the people who have given us the opportunity to attend Strathcona-Tweedsmuir. We also extend our thanks to those who have given their many gifts. From donations, time and effort 2 spent, to responsibility and concern, these people have all helped make this school what it is to-day. Our time at Strathcona-Tweedsmuir has been a time of learning, inspiration and growth. With these years as the foundation we feel that we will be able to contribute well to the next stages of our lives. Most important, perhaps, is we feel we have learned to enjoy and appreciate all kinds of people. When we were in the lower grades we looked up so very much to the seniors. They seemed so grown-up and so wise. Now, here we are at the end of our senior year and find we are not totally grown-up nor totally wise. We have been introduced to responsibilities and find that there are stilla lot of questions to ask and solutions to seek. This stage of life has given us the basis to continue to learn and to ask some of the imporatant questions of life, but most of all, to help us help ourselves to find the answers. 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Q. 617 6,77 e 11,7 fff We .o, ,ao o 00 to 00 Ur, esfe ., Gs fs '09 do gel to fowl X59 Jqr. an '94 P fbi. and eflvaqge Ofimganoo Qbove S6600 Mes. 0'r,b,e 29034-0 GOQQ NCQ Wk -5095 eq' Grad Gibb ,keen Q40 OVQX GQQG 92 S I . X., 1,4 1' Gs 06 00660,-Of' KQQS SWG Qre, We, S106 690 QQ 160 -Xce- G0. S00 60,3 Sexv 235 X50 777 '77 077 911. '59 XOSN yd Cesbff' oweofl 49,7 .oeciwek was an Sfa' foster 0490 W ss webs .1 ea'-S? 0019,-aseaii fzlkfls We 52960005060 0 90 0 fo Sf e .WZ 50 dxe' 'K 50 '70 'fs 09 007 XXX 25 C9 X05 Gr Sf . Sf: S Kxoxxjx Q5 . 'Q0 fl, gre,-r We 0069 QXQNEQQAG The reason I like spring is that the flowers come up and the trees bloom. lt really looks nice. The water starts to run and the turtle wakes up. All Sorts of green things come up and the birds start to sing pretty little songs. The robins dig up worms in the garden. Michael Pierce Grade 2 The Cookie Jar Fat dogs Tall dogs Silly dogs The German All the cookies in the jar Do not go very far. Skinny dogs Dumb dogs and Shepherd When my brothers are around They are sure that they are found. Wee dogs Smart dogs Whatever else- Dog. If they were not there for all to see David Llewellyn, Grade 3. 28 I could have them all for me! Lorraye Saik Grade 4 D Q9 Lino-Cut - Brian Parke, Grade 10 PERHAPS . . ! Perhaps it was the timidness of a newborn foal struggling to his feet and searching for the warm satisfaction of his mother's milk. Perhaps it was the calmness of the circus horses when they step into an arena, as a king steps out to see his people. Perhaps it was the beauty of two stallions duelling for some mares high on a hill in the moonlight. Perhaps it was compassion when justice saw that man was using his beasts mercilessly. Perhaps it was a horse's ability to do man's bidding and accept man as a part of its life. Perhaps it was a yearning in man to own one of the breathtaking beasts that roamed the prairies, beautiful and free. But whatever it was that brought the horse into our society, l'm grateful for it. Jennifer Considine Grade 7 THE WIND IN WINTER The morning wind is a coursing steed, Its ears laid back by vicious speed. An outlaw horse with silver tail ls the morning wind, a winter's gale. Among the trees the stallion drifts, Then mournfully, its sad voice lifts, Searching for summer buried deep, 'Til at dusk the weary wind finds sleep. Elizabeth Molitor, Grade 6 29 TYCHE- THE FICKLE GODDESS Not too long after the creation of man the gods were discussing man's lot in life, his mortality, ignorance, pain and suffering. It was, they agreed, a very miserable existence and not one they would wish to endure, if they were given a choice. Like most discussions it ended with nothing being resolved. Being gods, the problems of mankind were interesting to observe and discuss but hardly dignified enough to worry about. Among those present at this discussion was Tyche, a beautiful, intelligent but shallow divinity. Long after the discussion was laid to rest by the gods, Tyche continued to meditate on man's destiny. This in itself was most strange since Tyche's span of thoughtful consideration was limited. Among the divinities she was best known for her fickleness. Tyche was so disturbed about man's lot that she decided to do something about it. She did not have the power to change man's environment but she felt she could make his environment more desirable by making life a game of chance and so she invented gambling. Her rule was simple, a fifty-fifty chance. No one would win so much as a shell or pebble if he gambled long enough but the possibility of winning would sparkle a dull existence. Tyche's game became an overwhelming success. Of course some people cursed Tyche because she bestowed good or bad luck at random to those who were deserving or not. Gambling was such a success that the 'gods became jealous of mankind's enjoyment of games of chance. Many gods were so jealous that they wanted gambling stopped immediately. Other gods opposed them and wanted gambling in the heavens. Fiecklessly, three divine brothers had the biggest crap game of them all. They shot dice for shares in the universe. Zeus won the heavens, Poseidon the oceans, and Hades the underworld. The gods were in such disagreement over gambling that a general council was called. Opposing forces met, discussed, and finally agreed that man could keep gambling but the fifty-fifty rule must be changed on earth. From that moment on life became six-to five against. No one can leave the universe a winner but the fun is in trying to beat the odds. The god Puck closed the council meeting with the statement, What fools these mortals be. 30 Fred McKenna, Grade 8 Sandcasting - Michelle , its jf 1 ' A . ' Q ' ' V .f-3 1' 'Ari ' ' X ' ' If Mr ' 'F .nl I' x. -- V , l' v' . . 1' f 4 Q 'x I, . i f,-a-,- - 1 '- . QSQP. - 3- ' ,,-a,- , 'sh X jf J, Q. S' 3 S ,..' 8 , 7' Q we f , n :rw G 623:59 Papier-Mache Lion Mask Jane McQuitty, Grade 10 PHOTOGRAPHER: Howard Green, Grade 8 v 'mf 'i,., Jawa .N4,,x.,5 . ,W . x we 4. .VFR J 'T'iFf xvff '-Mwv 1'E. Fife, M ' 1 f- ' '1'-7 1 ffifffwi 1 Yi? W WW P ff W . R., 1 fr- me -5 'W fwo, . 41 fp,- .ags-fifyfww 'W N vzefef.,-:nzwwifv g , 4' 1 ,ggi ,, A , , ' MSX? 1 ,Q.3,,.w .g,.gs .gx5 , A '-aw gt. 'y,5:,m.5w5Qv ' iiyvff V 3 . V, 4 ' ,I ..,,. . X yy-vfqfikfixf if . ff ,x, 1 Aj, ff Sega- AT? .2 :I 8 '.' ' 'fix' .fflzkif , 1 i R5 1 . xiesfiaekiki WH if'gw3E1g'liwfi'S ' X 50 '.Q:2R3V?f ff 4,36 fqgg., J: ' , -- we e'-if ,- Q A R J Jager, Grade 9 Batik - Brad Kluzak, Grade 10 f AW' if Q, ,N 0 Q? 'ls N ii?if'1?i:' 'T f ow as My QM' ri i'i-f'-'--'---W V or B '. 4.2 f .M , A . , ,VY , :1-5 fa: A . :Q G Y Art Room Display K b V ig' al 'QQ '3 ii' -0 1 if Ai. keg. B no 1 in 1 NK 1 3 tx Q I , igicizfsgisx YY,-1 Q ff . ,fy 1 V IQ N K, ivikxxv z A 49 'N' 1 x ,lx 3559 , F 1 i mf ' x w f-.9 , A Q..,,z , ,WX , 3 , Q: R. X L- M . 1 ,wlsejm , v .,,,,.,Z:'.. .mm '. . - , . .wh bg . .ff - 4- ...., A W- jigs, , QQ ge 4' fi' 'V'fN,:f jzg , '5e:':'7i 'x-t N - 'f If? X-5 X ' ' 1' fp f'.Qfr X --tv - grim -Q20 '3, ' 'li it-.ss :F ? YEL'- ufL .yff. ,Q if 4 Xiiisxnz, q w. ,ga .311 ' ' .r ' yi Y'MFfgf ,fi- 5: H 1 ': ,vs .J r-s v?:fi'j . x are i 'r3q15f'3- 4: .. Q 1 .1 wig l ' 3 Q 4 n ' ' ' RV-9 5.1 1 ig N W 'f , xg. 4 8 s ' 31 Seed Mosaics - Melanie Telrault, Grade 8 Batik and Block Paint - Brad Kluzak, Grade 10 DANCE Dance over the stones my friends, Dance! I am the sprout of all life around, Dance! Life shall not end till winter comes, So, Dance! Summer is that time to be gay, So, Dance! Fill your life with love, and Dance! This fountain shall have no end, Dance, water, Dance! Jamie MacKinnon 9B 7, xl ,J 4 15- n wg' 1 I 1, ' 1.1: ,lit fi V in . . X G 4 2 , '3- X .3 J' my Ja wx it x, 1 Zi ,gi 'll ' I F fs, , E5 N YQ! ' . P 'L ' - 'tg' ff' ,X I A, ,.-. 1 K 5rgf.',e'f-5? fag! K gg J ,5 15.4 :,g:wel.,. g x ' l.fn'f, J- eff fl g 1 .114 jf? . . X ' 'f m ,fl 'V if -, , 5 f ,,,-Qifitg, fflpggfw' N , 5 , XX -l 1, V ' 4 X 1 l .ff- 1 - ' 5 ff -. 3 .ll ,- Kg-I kj Y ' if ' , t, tl E A , ft T '04 1 J K xx 1 lf! fm -. A 4, 'flwf' 1 I Q ,N . A X X ' ' 1' NF-ew-.,, ' - H.Qfff, f f , X 1 Arif' - . ,K ' , , Q,-av' A , ,,,. , !.,, ln Beats of triggered silence ropes , . . twisting and turning winding and bounding, back and forth contortions of cringed snakes gyrations of nylon serpents pumping like a heart, expanding and withdrawing 'til silent shadows benumb the electrified pulses Cornered in a world of darkened solitude. Pam Cross 9B TIME Time has come, Time has gone, Time will come again. For time is always moving, It never stays the same. Love has come, Love has gone, Love may come to stay. For love does not keep rhythm, But stops along the way. Debbie Douglas, Grade 12 lWinning entry in the Locke Creative Writing Contest, Poetry section.l . LAZYBONES In the early morning, While it is still cool and brisk, When the sky is more brilliant, Than my sunshine curtains. When half the garage is bright black, And the other dull from shadow, And the sweet peas' dew is still Just a fresh odor of summer, And l can only hear birds. Then l can see Carin and Kim, Calling up to me, Lazybones. Jane Manning 9B THE QUESTION The wind was blowing cooly from the north as she turned the corner, wearing an oversized blue plastic jacket and a pair of grey-blue jeans belonging to her older sister. She snapped down the kick-stand of the ten-speed, standing it close to the curb in the widened turn-about of the dead-end street. The girl sat on the thick cord fence, again marveling at the setting laid out before her. The valley contained a neighbourhood looking much like a New England village with trees taller than houses and an old but large red brick school. The roof was black with a spire and the whole school yard seemed rather prominent in the district. But what dominated the area was the cluster of sky-grazing fir trees close to the foot of the hill on which she sat. A short distance beyond this was a small green foot-bridge crossing a flowing river that looked so peaceful that she longed to own a house on its banks. Across the valley lay another hill where more houses rested on the summit, though the slopes were barren of anything but bushes. She imagined them in the fall, red and yellow, mixed with green and brown. The white church spire towered above the distant houses and a cyclist went by below. As she looked out a question entered her mind. What is the real world? She thought about her parents, about the guy she'd known a few years ago but was unable to speak to when she passed by. Another, younger boy rode around with two friends. He had nearly broken her finger once. Did he remember her? She thought of writing a poem, What is the Real World? but she didn't know the answer. The new traffic-watch helicopter flew by in the distance against the partially clouded sky. lt wasn't warm and she shivered slightly but she couldn't bring herself to leave. It wasn't the greatest day for she had just had a fight with her mother. She wanted to do something drastic, maybe ride her bike over the edge of the hill and break her arm. But if she wasn't hurt, then it would be a wasted, foolish effort. She wanted to break away, to have some guy come by and fall in love with her. She wanted to have love. There was only a blue station wagon with a mother and her child, obviously lost. The helicopter again flew past, closer. It appeared as a black dragonfly. But dragonflies are a hypnotic china blue. The major colour in the houses below was white with red or green shingled roofs. There were other colours, powder blue, yellows, pinks, greys and mixtures of all. The valley could have had all the colours of the rainbow. But it didn't. She knew she was a dreamer. She wanted excitement but right now her life seemed drab. Why don't old people show passion? There are never any strong embraces or kisses between couples, except on New Year's Eve or under the mistletoe. And there is never any passion. The wind blew colder now and she finally forced herself to stand up. She took one long last look at the scene and went to her bike. Another thought entered her mind as she started off. She couldn't get her sister's pants dirty by getting them caught in the bike chain. THE ANSWER . The real world ls all the colours of the rainbow, Maybe. Kathy Francis, Grade 9 A THE QUIET POWER Dr. Albert Schweitzer,who had a deep feeling of obligation to serve his fellow man through thought and action, devoted his entire life to the people of French Equatorial Africa where the town of Lambarene is synonymous with the name of Schweitzer. Dr. Thomas Dooley, who could have enjoyed a lucrative practice in his home town of St. Louis, Missouri, chose instead to become the Jungle Doctor of Laos and founded Medico with hospitals in Laos, Vietnam, Cambodia and Malaya. He devoted his tragically short life to relieving human suffering in the most primitive set of circumstances. The inimitable Bob Hope has spent the past twenty-five Christmases of his life entertaining the men and women in the Armed Forces scattered over the globe, bringing joy and laughter to them in their lonely outposts. Throughout the ages there have been thousands of Bob Hopes, Schweitzers and Dooleys whose lives were based on being their brother's keepers. What quality set these people apart and empowered them to fulfil themselves in selfless service to others? lt is an invisible power, but nonetheless real, quiet and lying dormant in all of us, the power of Compassion. This quiet power has been transforming the world for centuries. It was the force that abolished slavery, put an end to child labour. Mobilized in the March of Dimes it conquered polio and without it we would not have the Fted Cross, the Salvation Army, the SPCA, social security and medicare. The magnificent thing about Compassion is not only what it does to the person who receives it, but what it does the person who gives it. He has that feeling of accomplishment. He feels good in his heart when he knows he is giving meaning to the fundamental yearning of all men which is a sense of connection between man and man. lf you look around you, you can see this healing force in all kinds of situations - parents who make the many seemingly trivial sacrifices, teachers who refuse to give up on us when we have already given up on ourselves, the friend who shares another's grief and pain, the old man who feeds the birds in winter, the person who continues to have faith in a failure and translates that faith into action. From where does this remarkable power come? The three ingredients seem to be empathy, courage and the habit of helping. Empathy is the ability to project one's own consciousness into another human being and respond to his needs. Courage is the strength to be unafraid, unafraid of being involved and thus able to translate caring into action. The habit of helping is the training of ourselves to respond affirmatively to other people's needs. We can accomplish these in seemingly unimportant ways - in a telephone call, part of a letter, a word of approval or praise, a visit to a former teacher, sharing Christmas with a foreign student. These flashes of goodwill can be released into the environment, with little effort, to the immeasurable benefit of ourselves and all mankind. These things may not seem to add up to much, but one day, you may look around you and discover that to an astonishing degree and almost without knowing it, you have become a good Samaritan. With this knowledge comes the quiet inner joy that life has taken on a new purpose and a sense of fulfillment, two essential ingredients for a worthwhile existence. Shauna Blake, Grade 10 THE SNOWGULL lt was in a little fishing village on Deer Island in the Bay of Fundy where Nathaniel Jennings was born on the twenty-sixth day of May in the year 1890. For eighty-four years he had lived on Deer Island and still went out to fish for cod and herring in the early hours of the morning. Fishing has been his life and occupation for sixty years and he wanted nothing else but to continue his tidal journeys for whatever years he would be given. Nathaniel had many exciting moments in his life, especially in his younger years when he only had an open dory from which to fish. There were many long lonely voyages and the bay took its toll on the less fortunate who did not respect the chilling fogs and swirling tidal eddies and bitter winter storms. Nathaniel had many untold stories of his survival. He was the sole survivor of five brothers, the other four having been lost at sea. Nathaniel was a quet and mild-mannered fisherman, taciturn by nature and reluctant to tell even his closest friends of the adventures of his life- time. A significant experience, which no person could ever share and yet Nathaniel may have wished to relate, is the one which is now told. It bore but one witness. This particular experience took place on an early August morning when Nathaniel was preparing for another day's fishing. He left his quaint but tidy little home and started down the path to the main pier. The early morning air was brisk and the previous night's fog had not yet lifted. The grass along the path was wet with dew and it splattered on his boots as he walked. Nathaniel had on a large raincoat which was open to the air, revealing his bulky gray wool sweater that he always wore fishing. He also wore his familiar yellow rain hat which highlighted his whole appearance as a fisherman. About half-way down the path, Nathaniel thought he heard familiar voices that had so often in the past carried through the fog. Soon he would be seeing his fellow fishermen on the pier. His eyes strained for their first image - was that one now? He called out, Morning byes. Tis a real souper. He waited. No response came. Upon reaching the pier, he realized that he was alone. Could he have set his alarm clock early? He would be the first out on the bay this morning. All of the boats at the pier were strangely quiet. Without further thought Nathaniel shuffled the length of the pier to where his fishing boat, The Snowgull , silently rested in its berth. Out of habit he checked his jigging gear and bait. He sat down and waited for other fishermen to appear and puffed on his favourite pipe. Glancing out towards the bay, Nathaniel caught sight of a herring gull planing through the fog. He thought this somewhat peculiar for it was not the nature of the gull to fly in such heavy fog. Suddenly he realized it was time for him to go. Pulling himself up he went to the small cabin on his boat and started the engine. As he moved slowly out to the bay Nathaniel noticed that the water was smooth as glass and his boat seemed to glide through it effortlessly, leaving a small uniform wake behind it. As the boat moved on, Nathaniel watched jellyfish on the sea surface slip past the side. They had a strange type of pulsating buoyancy and seemed to flow with the then gentle tidal current. For the first time Nathaniel recognized the jellyfish as a beautifully floating rhythmic creature. Had he been so insensitive for so many years to the hidden beauties of the sea? Now approaching the two familiar small islands farther out in the bay, Nathaniel peered through the still thick fog and headed towards the channel between the islands. On the smaller of the two islands were usually many varieties of noisy gulls, but this morning there was a ghostly silence. The gulls were there but were like mute frozen statues. Passing through the channel, five gulls appeared ahead of the bow, floating on the contourless surface of the sea. The plumage of four was snow white without a trace of gray, the like of which Nathaniel had never seen before. The fifth gull was of more common markings. From the position of the gulls, the boat slipped ahead and was swallowed up by the fog. Unnoticed to Nathaniel, the plumage of the fifth gull slowly turned to that of the others. Ian Atkinson. Grade 12 First Prize Locke Creative Writing Contest Short Story Section ft...- Look, look, there's the House of Infinity.-I Het s iWe scuffed through the gravel, ,boug,tQur tickets, go in. Nancy was staring at one of the any false fronts with which the midway Sides s enticed the, crowds. if I stared Iistlestsly at the false front painted a dullf' grey. It had a door with a painting around it which made the entrance look like it was the end of a long., . long corridor. A loud voice came out of the speaker, The House of Infinity. See the House of Infinity, the house of a hundred rooms . . . g The announcement became garbled, mixing with those of its neighbours, the House of Torture, the Death Car of Bonnie and Clyde, Tamara, subject of a cruel medical experiment. Watch this beautiful woman change before your very eyes to a ravening ape! and the raucous music of the ferris wheel. All three of us were footsore, weary and jaded. Every year we had taken an almost religious pilgrimage to the fair, ever since we were old enough to ride the buses. We would start off fresh and to build up our anticipation would postpone the midway, with its rides, sounds, experiences and strange, foreign midway food, and firstlook at the an imals, the 4H Club competitions and the stables. Na cy would stroll through the stables in the m ning glibly naming off all the breeds, feeding the hoiises straw and pestering the stable hands while Susan and I looked on in admiration' We would prdceed through the contests of nee lework and quilts till we arrived the schools' art xhibitions, passing over the exhibition of our grade's art with jealous scorn. After lunch, if you coiitd call two helpings of cotton candy lunch, we would go down thei long pavement stretch to the midway, some parts fangiliar and beckoning like and old friend, and oth?rs new and tantalizing. Look, remember the scrambler from last year? I tffought I'd go flying off the seat. Sue, do you rerrtember the Old Mill House? You vqouIdn't go through that drum to get out and that man wouIdn't let you sneak out between the canvas. And we would laugh remembering. But this year it was not the same, we were all older and more cynical. We didn't have the same faith that it was possible to win the large stu 'ed animals which had seemed sag marvelous so valuable and so expensive, onceyf ' We got weary and cross. The sun beat do n and reflected off the grassless, treeless waste of tarmac on which the carnival annually set up camp. The noise and the shrieks and the smell of badly cooked food mixed with the smell of vomit made my head throb. I looked again at the House of Infinity, no one was entering it and it would be cool and quiet in there. Yes, I'lI go. You coming, Sue? No, that's okay, I don't feel like it. l'm too tired. You don't mind if we go, though, do you? No, go ahead. Alright then. C'mon, Nan. I felt a resurging of interest and l anticipated how cool and still it would be inside the side-show. 36 breaking-ogg last dollar. Wefclimbed upttbe steps and in the door. f I fi 3' It , X, It was pitchmblack and dimly as,diml,y as-possible lit by a greenish light. lcouldnpt see Very mpph, but it was slightly cooler. I didnlt especially want to go through this place lf it was so dark, but if I didhit, it was a waste ofa good ride. ' if 'rf' i If Nancy felt the same way, she never anything, but we were at that stage of meptal said ,land physical exhaustion where talking seemed a bqfing and great effort. We walked into another riomiand heard footsteps behind us. We didn't loo back. I couldn't see the door out of this ro . jThe ,footsteps were in the room now. Nancy a d ljhad been wondering where we could find the oor and we turned around. A man with a badly forrned face stood behind us, a half-demented look i hisgone remaining eye. His face looked as if it d een badly scarred with acid and he was carryin a h avy met'aT'fptpe In one hand. 4 - We were both shocked and a little shak n. Tjhen I saw the exit door. We both simult neoiisly straightened our backs out of our customa slduch and tried to ignore the prickling in the sm Nl oflour spines. I thought that he must be aicarnie ' ndl He probably couldn't get work anywhere else, ut yvhy did he need that pipe? lt made me nervous. only it was lighter in here. We pushed through the door and for some reason I didn't want him'to follow Qs, there was something creepy about him, apart fromjhis face. I knew Nancy felt the same way. Therf I h ard the sound of running footsteps and Nanqf a d I began to run into the nearest room. The roqm li, up and there were rows of skeletons. Their light ulb eyes gave off a baleful red glare while ai! insane cackle came out of the speaker. , That pipe. He could be a murderer.jHe was running after us to bash in our skulls with that heavy metal pipe. What did it feel like when the metali hit your skull? A piece of tin foil being cnlimpled, perhaps, and your brains, like jello, mashed with a fork? What was left of them, that was. 5 5 I could see a dark rectangle. I suppose iiwastthe door, but what might be hiding in it? SuppQe tltere was' that deformed man waiting for us to come into the hall? Likea swimmer plunging into frigizi waterl half-dragged4Nancy into the hall. We began to inch our way along the walls. I barely stopped myself from screaming when I bumped into a partition. filet go of Nancy's wrist and headed to another' room. I could near ner behind. me stugmbliiijg and breathing hard. Q j Another room and the light flashed n tojan electric monster and the loud speaker gave D, notlier, oh so horribly realistic scream. I didn't look back and I grabbed Nancy's wrist again and fled. I cbuld see another room with a hall that led off it and ran towards it. I could see daylight. Thank you, thank you, I said to the air. l turned to Nancy hear the door, I 5 T We made . . . Q 5 I was staring into one demenitedgeyei with a barely healed red socket an acid-scarredfacq and the hypnotic pipe spattered with red blood.V 1 Jane McQuitty, graddw Honourable? Entlon Locke Creative Wri ' t ' ' . '-x-um-if?fx24,' .,. pfimfai 1 ESCAPE She was free. No one could find her here. No one was going to take her back to that place. She walked barefoot down the beach, feeling the warmth of the sand between her toes. The warm ocean wind blew her long blonde hair back from her face which basked in the sun's rays. She ran towards the ocean and sat and let the waves gently lap over her body. The water felt cool and clean. She tasted a drop of water, savouring the salty flavour. She lay back in the water and looked up at the sky. She could not remember when she had ever seen the sky such a beautiful shade of blue. There were a few clouds and she could pick out familiar objects in the fluffy white shapes. Two Seagulls circled around her and settled on the water. She tried to imitate their call and laughed at her feeble attempts. It felt so good to laugh. She laughed again. She got up and raced down the beach, feeling the blood in her legs bubble with surprise at the sudden burst of energy. Her face regained the healthy look it once had and she sparkled all over. She stopped at a patch of seaweed that had washed up on the shore. She picked out a section that wasn't too dried out and started popping the air pockets. They popped as though the air inside wanted to be free from its confinement. She felt partial to this for some reason so she picked out a few more pieces to pop. She walked away and spotted a large seashell. She stopped to pick it up and held it to her ear. She had heard the sound many times before and she smiled with remembrance. She walked farther along the beach, picking up shells here and there, popping seaweed and throwing stones into the ocean. Just like a child. No worries at all. Not anticipating what is going to happen next. She wandered too far and felt lost. Who cares '? She sat down and dug a hole in the ground, heaping the sand to the side. She dug until the hole was filled with water and then she expanded the hole so that it became a circular trench. Inside the circle she started her castle, piling on the sand, patting it down and adding more sand. Soon it was finished and she decorated it with the rocks, seaweed and shells she had collected. All the while the tide had been creeping up on her. She looked around amazed at how the water had come up so quickly. Her castle! She sprang into action as the water reached her moat, piling sand on top of the castle. The water was surging around her ankles and she dug desperately. Her efforts were all in vain. The walls caved in and the castle sank. Finally she gave up and watched as the waves rippled over the castle that was now a smooth mound of mud. She heard a stern voice and glanced over her shoulder at an orderly clad in a white uniform. He grabbed for her and she wriggled in his grasp. She screamed as he whipped out a straight jacket and tied her in it. 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Several hours later, we were driving down the highway in our rented van with the U-Haul tagging along behind and l remember how we all yelled every song we could think of and how we watched out the window for nice cars or good looking drivers. We arrived in London at about 7:30 and enjoyed a Kentucky fried chicken dinner with the Central Volleyball Team with whom we stayed that night. The next day dawned clear and cold and we headed for our first and almost most important volleyball games. We got out on the court and a day of high blood pressures, smashing spikes, whizzing serves, and sweat began and in the end, watching our victors playing in the finals, only our tired muscles, our sweaty uniforms, and our quiet faces displayed how we felt. Congratulating the Central team later, it struck me that none of us really minded losing to a team as talented and as friendly as they were. Celebrating with them later, over pizza and one of the many birthday cakes Kathie Robertson was to receive, we were happy for them and proud that our team had played well enough to make the semi-finals. This was only the beginning of our volleyball games, though, and only the first of the friendly and talented teams we were to meet. One team confided in us that we were the first school ever to play them and the school spirit this school displayed was beautiful to see. Even the headmaster was seen with tears rolling down his face when they won one game against us. Seeing them so happy made us happy to have lost. One thing l remember clearly was how all of these teams, instead of calling us Calgary or Okotoks, called us Alberta, which, when we won, made us proud not only of our school but of our province. Every time I think of the tour, I remember especially the hospitality of all the teams and their schools and it was really great, the number of friends we made. Mostly, however, l remember when we stayed at Mr. Kilbs' parent's house. lt seemed to us like a home and for three days when we returned after our games, we returned to find them waiting for us with a beautiful dinner and a warm house. Kathy had her birthday while we were staying with the Kilbs and she received a cake not only from them but from three other sources. Our van became a second home to us after this as we spent most of our time travelling in it and l remember how we stuck up a sign saying: Howdy We're The Spartans From Calgary, Alberta , and l remember everyone smiling and waving at us. Sometimes we got rather bored with travelling so we made up terrible songs and puns and played them into the tape recorder Julie Scott had brought. e.g. - Van across the water, U-Haul across the sky. But we had quiet moments, too, as in when we were driving home to the Kilb Srs. after dark and everyone went to sleep or looked quietly out the window. So much more happened, we met so many more people, saw so many things but all our experiences could never be written down. Only the team and those closest to them know how much the tour meant to them, how much the memory still means, and how much we appreciate the support we got from everyone. The final memory the tour brings to mind is when we were saying good-bye to the Central team after our game with them in the Taj Mahal gym. We were walking backwards down the hall one way and they were walking backwards going the other way, them all waving, smiling and singing, We love you Spartans, Oh, yes we do . . . By Liz Maguire 10A SENIOR GIRLS' VOLLEYBALL Back Row: Christine Baker, Diane Hamilton, Ruth Gray, Julie Scott. Middle Row: Lore Lee Armstrong, Elizabeth Maguire, Nancy Gammell, Kathy Robertson. Front Row: Mr. Kilb lCoachl, Frances Amery, Janice Heard, Brenda Hayward, Cynthia Hayward. Missing: Heather Ross Championships: Canmore Invitational Foothills C Division South-Central Alberta Western Canadian independent Schools Interprovincial Tour: Ontario, Games Played 60, Won 48 SENIOR BOYS' VOLLEYBALL Standing: lan Atkinson tcaptainl, Mark Nelson, Rob White, Dave Pike, Mel Evans, Peter Hultgren, Mr. Piorecky tcoachl Kneeling: Steve Johnson 41 JUNIOR GIRLS' VOLLEYBALL Back Row: Gretchen Cross, Kathy Lamb, Martha Newell, Jamie MacKinnon, Cynthia Heard, Pamela Cross. Middle Row: Miss Gouthro lCoachl, Kathy Francis, Betsy Harvie, Virginia Wilson. Front Row: Michelle Jager, Nancy Pasukonis, Julie Prette, Jane Duff. JUNIOR BOYS' VOLLEYBALL Back Flow: Clark Garnett, Flod Kirkham, Mike Kerr, Mark Heard, Jamie Marks. Middle Row, Mr. Kilb lCoachJ, Paul Storwick, Terry Dunn, Paul O'Donoghue, Bruce Leslie, Brad Diskin, Doug Johnson. Front Row: Bryon Murray, Jamie Kastens, Flon Kluzak. 42 JUNIOR GIRLS' BASKETBALL Back Row: Ellen Ravvin, Jane Palmer, Cynthia Heard, Nancy Pasukonis, Jane Manning. Middle Row: Mrs. Weir iAssistant Coachl, Betsy Harvie, Michelle Jager, Pamela Cross, Virginia Wilson, Mr Schmit iCoachl. Front Row: Kathy Francis, Cathy Haun, Simonne LeBlanc. 4 I l 3 2 I wg . w MM V G, ffrgafgzfmt r V : 32.13 u'gSg,5:!e,, F w , gag grief- r 3 f f O- vw .,,y?g?,LY ' K- 1 r ,vt f, X ,Z, ? l X S ! V .I ,.- . i fi .L 'rt JUNIOR BOYS' BASKETBALL Back Row: Mike Kerr, Bryon Murray, Jamie Kastens, Ron Kluzak, Mr. Nelson iCoachi Front Row: Richard Brink, Fiod Kirkham, Mark Heard, Paul O'Donoghue, Jamie Marks, Doug Johnson, Clark Grigsby. 43 SENIOR GIRLS' BASKETBALL Back Row: Christine Baker, Julie Scott, Ruth Gray, Nancy Gammell, Mr. Heard fCoachl Front Row: Elizabeth Maguire, Kathie Paget, Kathy Robertson, Janice Heard. SENIOR BOYS' BASKETBALL Back Row: Mr. Garrison tcoachl, Ian Atkinson, Jamie Kastens, Ftob White, Mark Nelson, Bryon Murray, Ron KIuzak,. Front Row: Steve Johnson, Brett Kyle, Neil McQueen, Blaine Wiber, Bruce Ftombough, David Boley. 44 'l J. ffm f' llfiifjlff .. ,t . ,I , I , ff gww ggf I . ' ' I 1 .- M , ,V , 'X J 1 - . , 1 ll ' it 111 fl .4 l' If I I C-.. 'ng I I il ELEMENTARY HOCKEY Back Row: James Tilley, Grant Dean, Jay Cross, Jason Blake, Mr. Piorecky lCoachl Middle Row: Jeff Crone, Robert Bridgewater, Paul lvlathieson, Paul Glenfield, Cole Bygrove, Ralph Smith, Murray Laidlow. Front Row: John Bilton, Darryl Ohlson, Laurie Boyd, Graham Robertson, John Dundas. Front: Michael Shuttleworth. JUNIOR HIGH HOCKEY Back Row: Brock DuBerger, Mark Heard, Ron Kluzak. Middle Row: Jeff Crone, Alan Harvie, Graham Smith, Jamie Kastens, Jamie Marks, Paul Storwick, Russell Morrison, Mr. Bauman. Front Row: Mitchell Ravvin, Mike Kerr, Paul O'Donoghue, Terry Hleuka, Bruce Leslie, Philip Mayson. 45 If ,Vi JUNIOR BADMINTON Back Row: Ben Van Sant, Jamie Kastens, John Dover, Betsy Harvie, Cynthia Heard, Jennifer Jackson, Dale McClellan, Miss Gouthro tcoachlFront Row: Mr. Kilb qcoachl, Mitchell Ftavvin, Bruce Leslie, Doug Johnson, Jamie Marks, Paul Storwick, Paul O'Donoghue, Terry Fishman. SENIOR BADMINTON Back Row: Bob Gammell, Winston Leong, Dave Boley, Blaine Wiber, Brett Kyle, Harvey Locke, Brian'Parke, Rob White, Steve Johnson, Miss Gouthro tcoachl Front Row: Mr. Kilb tcoachl, Diane Hamilton, Margaret Maclnnes, Janice Heard, David Johnson, Nancy Gammell, Kathy Robertson, Liz Maguire 46 TRACK 81 FIELD Back Row: Bob Miller, Paul O'Donoghue, Clark Garnett, Kathy Robertson Ron Kluzak Jamie Kastens Bruce Rombough, Mike Kerr, Dave Boley, Brad Kluzak, Mr. McConnell lcoachl Front Row: Jay Lyons, Brad Diskin, Melanie Tetrault, Dawn Springer, Emma Kivnsild Julie Scott David Ryan Ross Willis. , Q RL 5 -Q B r r J i i 5 i f 'Fifi Q 'I' f l JUNIOR HIGH SOCCER TEAM Back Row: Sandy Morrison, Doug Johnson, Paul McCruden, Chris Roach Bob Cooper Jamie Kastens Dale McClellan, Larry Griffith, Scott Light, Phil Mayson, Stephen Weyant, Mr Dawood lcoachl First Row: Terry Fishman, David Enns, Doug McNiven, Paul Murphy, Jay Lyons David Ryan Jack MacNichol Mike Russell, Glen Nicholls. 47 Q5 1 I E House CAPTAINS Scott Matthews lBurnsl, Leigh Currie lBuchanl, Rob White lHowardJ, Steve Johnson lDoverl CROSS-COUNTRY RUNNING Brian Parke, Mr. Schmit lcoachl SPORTS CAPTAINS Brenda Hayward, lan Atkinson CHEERLEADERS Back Row: Mrs. Coyne, Lore Lee Armstrong, Carol Shuttleworth, Molly Lawson, Melanie Tetrault, Julie Prette. Front: Gretchen Cross If' ,A Q,'e,L, 5 - A' , A in v Rl 421' Fifi- iii Jim Eamon Emma Kivisild Ricky Chan Molly Lawson Jane Manning Roger Trimble Julia Kivisild Andrew Craine Virginia Wilson Shauna Blake Jane McQuitty ACADEMIC AWARDS, 1974 SUBJECT AWARDS Math Science English Social Studies French Art Music Mary Kate Robertson lCert.l Kim Morrison lCert.J Bianca Topsnick lCert.l Tom Nelson lCert.l Molly Lawson lBooki Leroy Thiessen HAMMOND TROPHY Physical Education Most Valuable Player QTROPHYJ Kelly Gough Clark Garnett Brend Hayward lan Atkinson lJr. Highl lJr. Highl lSr. Highl lSr. Highi lJr. Highl lJr. Highi lSr. Highl lSr. Highi lJr. Highl lSr. Highl lSr. Highl Elementary Elementary Elementary Elementary Sr. High Elementary .High Girls .High Boys .High Girls .High Boys Outstanding Athlete lvvooos TRoPi-ivy Cathy Robertson Female Mark Nelson Male Sellar Horsemanship Award Rosalyn Rahme English Rider Marita Marks Western Rider Grade One Boys 8t Girls Jennifer Balfour Brian Gould lTiedl Grade Two Boys 8t Girls Michael Pierce Grade Three Boys 8t Girls Andrew Molitor Grade Four Girls Tessa Graham Grade Four Boys David Dundas Grade Five Girls Sara Goldstein Grade Five Boys David Thakkar Grade Six Girls Grade Six Boys Grade Seven A Grade Seven B Grade Eight A Grade Eight B lan Farquharson lTiedi Elizabeth Molitor Jay Cross Simon Golstein lTiedl Tracey Bell James Eamon Virginia Wilson Michael Colbourne Grade Eight C Grade Nine A Grade Nine B Grade Ten Grade Eleven Grade Twelve Paul McKenna Simonne LeBlanc Emma Kivisild Molly Lawson Janice Heard Karen Proctor Senior Class Certificates lPresented to each member of the Grade 12 Classy lan Atkinson Thelma Bygrove Ricky Chan Eric Chan Nancy Chen Leigh Currie Deborah Douglas Malcolm Evans Brenda Hayward Peter Hultgren Harvey Hummell Steven Johnson Julia Kivisild Pamela Macdonald Graduation Medallion iPresented to the student who has completed his entire education at S.T.SJ Brian Peacock iPresented by Mrs. Rose Mabeei Canadian Cltlzenshlp and Study Award This award is to be established in the 1974-75 school year, and is to be given to a student who demon- strates an interest in, and appreciation ol, our Canadian way of life. Scholarships Chartwell Award lSchoIarship and Booki Molly Lawson Staff Scholarship Brett Kyle David Llewellyn Major Awards Howard Trophy lOmnes Rest lan Atkinson Tanner Cup iCitizenshipi Steven Johnson Scott Matthews Burns Cup lDillgenceJ Mark NGISOH Karen Proctor Brian Peacock David Pike Alumni Award lJr. High Leadership! Karen Pr0Ct0r Presented by Brian Peacock and Scott Matthews Heather ROSS Clark Garnett Rob White Prize For Special Endeavour Scott Matthews Hewitt Cup ll'-louse Awardl Howard House - Rob White Valedlctorlan Pamela Macdonald for fine quality handicrafts . . . specializing in: pottery batik weaving handprinted cards corner of 8th st. 8t 9th avenue s.w. parking at the side audrey mabee 8t betty ann graves W '1--,i Q Q :fi lex'- Ceme Geiiliefrueii ...xvgvv sig 1029- I7 Avenue s.w. 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