University of Toronto Engineering Society - Skule Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

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Editor’s Full Page Footnote I have been involved in few undertakings that require as much time and effort as “editing” this yearbook. Although frustrating at times it has been quite a valuable experience. I have finally accepted something which at first seemed obvious, but with many negative indications took some time to prove to myself it was true: Engineers are a very spirited group of individuals. Even those quiet ones that are unwilling to stand and sing along with The Engineer’s Hymn or go out to the Varsity football games, I am sure feel a sense of pride and cameraderie that results from devoting several years of one’s life to the Engineering discipline. Those less inhibited few that somehow in their order of priorities find the time to organize and record social events like Cannonball, The Chariot Race, Slave Auctions, Skule Nite or Orientation are the mainstay in continuing the Skule spirit that feeds this feeling of brotherhood separating Engineering from most other faculties, especially Arts and Science (Nursing, Forestry and Medicine are the exceptions of course). By spoofing underworld activities BFC capers and their continuing confrontations with Mario’s Bakery exemplify the engineering attitude that any situation has a lighter side; a better way of viewing it. This sort of spirit is necessary to produce humanistically thinking engineers that realize the purpose of engineering is essentially to make life easier; more interesting for everyone. The Skule spirit itself makes life bearable for many undergrads and contributes to the atmosphere around the faculty and the campus. I have to thank all those that helped put this book into shape and provided necessary moral boosts, distractions, penguins, tricycles, and floorspace during the process of production. I had a good year this year, I hope you did too. j, fy iM. Peter Noble 4

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ORIENTATION Flrosh Orientation Wow! This year’s crop of Flrosh has been rambunctiously incredible, exhibiting an amazing abundance of SKULE Spirit. On their very first day the lucky Flrosh were treated to some amusing speeches about the hardships of Engineering (do you remember who said, ‘...between yourself and the persons sitting on each side of you only one will graduate...’?). The English Facility Test was almost as amusing as that comment. After a short break to quell the munchies a magnificent assembly of SKULE Force in the form of Lady Godiva, The Cannon, the WFTPWRS Lady Godiva Memorial Band, and 700 obnoxious, rowdy, hard- hatted Flrosh descended upon the SAC building to paint the dome. Then the F!rosh March moved off to VIC, leaving nothing unmolested in its wake (including traffic, picnic tables, andd the squirrels in Oueen’s Park). At VIC two attacks were made on those registering and the Flrosh quickly picked up the art of retaining hard hats in hostile territory. Unfortttunately, some were not as quick as they might of been. After a trium- mphant march back acccross Oueen’s Park and a short visit with Uncle Bill, the marchers, with the addition of a few nurses were off to DJ’s for a free pub. Some indeterminate time later, after n! beers had been consumed, the group flowed out, tripping, stumbling and staggering on its way to see Trish Grab (nurse and Shinerama director) throw in the first ball at the Blue Jay’s game. We have it on authority that she has a powerful right arm (and the rest isn’t bad either!). On the way to the game the first installment of Flrosh at- tempted unsuccessfully to derail a TTC streetcar from within, amidst raucous cries of ‘Ohhhhhhhh-Shit!’. Whew! 1 1 What a day. The next part of the Orientation Program was a mutual introduction of the Nursing and Engineering Flrosh. This was accomplished by bathing Joe Lstiburek in the nursing demo room and by washing down some nurses. Then the nurse’s pyjama party was raided by some zealous Flrosh toting sleeping bags. Needless to say, the acquai ntance was completed successful ly. After the first week of classes there was a popular misconception among the up- perclassmen that the Flrosh had had it too easy and that Hart House Farm would be the place of reckoning. The day was fun, but something went wrong with the upperclassmen’s plans, as Joe can readily attest to. After many hours of gruelling toil, with little reward, the Flrosh mounted a revolt and sent many upperclassmen 6