Westdale Secondary School - Le Raconteur Yearbook (Hamilton, Ontario Canada)

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From left to right: Partridge, C. P., Mor- A., Szendrei, S., Price, M., Weaver, W., Kuhn, M., Warren, M., Robinson, S., Smith, B., Bettesworth, C. row, R., Stahn, C„ Vmnels, D., State, Front row: Sweetlove, L.; Harper, F.; Passmore, J.; Drysdale, I.; Armstrong, M.; Little, R. Back row: Campbell, C; Root, R.i Hodd, K.; Noad, J. V. 11

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From left to right: Roberts, B. A., Devitt, J. G., Dunkin, C. R., Anthony, S., Farmer, W., Ennis, R., Darby, J., Brown, R., Drysdale, R., Chapman, G. H., Crawford, G., Gray, D., Bezaire, R., Gorwill, R„ Dove, J., Dales, A., Fitzpatrick, F., Eden, M. L., Bower, J., Brown, R., Allan, G. R. From left to right: Miller, J. G., Proctor W., Shanlin, N. T., Styles, D., Hall, B., Sibbald, J., Jacobs, W., Mickle, C Lazenby, E., Lidstone. L., Starodub, M , Howlett, T., McVean, R., Hodd, K Scully, E. M., MacFarlane, J., Hilton J., Hannaford, J., Bennetto, M., Mc- Crae, S., Hendricks, E., McDiarmid, M , McCord, T., Kennedy, A., Miller, E Jones, J., Mills, L, Crawford, L., Laar, W., Howarth, D., Hart, E.

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GREG MUNT Editor-in-Chief. EDITOR ' S MESSAGE On the morning of September third, four years ago, a group of about five hundred teen- age students gathered in a somewhat shy and reserved manner in the auditorium at West- dale. They were just ordinary kids with the usual varieties of stature and personality. Conversation was limited to the few students that had come from the same school, lived in the same district or played in the same gang. Those who kept silent thought many thoughts. If I could only gather up enough courage to speak to that fellow on my left . That boy two rows down just smiled; I wish he would say something. I wonder who that big im- portant looking man is who just came in the door? We ' ll soon see; he ' s going to speak. It was Colonel McQueen the principal! One year passes — very quickly, very event- fully. The group this time is smaller; there are now about four hundred. Some faces that were familiar have gone, but those students that remain show pleasure at seeing one an- other again. Laughter and joy reign supreme as friends recall the past year with its many memorable events. Again a year passes still more quickly, more eventfully and more enjoyable. Close friend- ships have sprung up; but see! Only about three hundred return to talk over summer hap- penings. Someone asks: Where ' s Bill? Oh, he ' s got a job. Didn ' t you know? And Jack? Where ' d he get to? . Moved I guess , comes the noticeable sad reply from his old friend of the last two years. Once more September returns. Can a year have passed already? It must have, for we are now in fourth form. It is, however, almost impossible to realize our exalted position. Could all those happy times and enjoyable ex- periences have been packed into what seemed to be a passage of mere weeks? Nevertheless we meet again ; or do we? Someone seems to be missing. Yes, someone is missing for only one hundred and fifty are present. This time we discuss with friends old happenings; friends that were made and are gone; events that have been experienced, never to be for- gotten. This backward look is what I have tried to capture between the pages in this year ' s Le Raconteur . Those experiences and events never to be forgotten. I have tried to capture them with all the laughter and en- thusiasm that can be created only by the recollection of happy memories and true friends. For myself it is four years of never to be forgotten events and experiences. For some, Le Raconteur ' 65, means nothing because they are gone. For those to whom Le Raconteur is dedi- cated; it is your last year, and in those five years you have been given the rope neces- sary to pull yourselves free of mere existence into a fuller life of happy intelligent living. For those to whom, Le Raconteur ' 65 means only one, two, or three years at Westdale, hold on to that rope and you too will be able to pull yourself free. Just hang on