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ASHBURIAN 

1977 




TED MARSHALL 

"Please, Sir, can you 
change a dollar?" 

"Sorry, son; why don't 
you go to Mr. Marshall?" 

"Mr. Marshall, Sir? 
Who is he?" 

This exchange between a 
small junior and a staff 
member could not have 
taken place. The answer 
would have been more like: 
"Sorry, son, but I imagine 
Ted can take care of it. " 
And off the boy would go - 
confidently. 



Top: Ted Marshall with Pancho Futterer. 




Bottom: And with Mrs. Marshall. 




To the boys and the staff alike he 
was Ted, and as Ted he was a nee - 
essary part of Ashbury. 

All schools have an atmosphere 
or feeling which feeds that other 
vital but intangible thing called 
'school spirit'. Perhaps in some 
schools the spirit is negative. Not 
here. And how thankful we can be 
in the pride which boys feel in 



Ashbury - a pride which was reinforced with every contact they had with Ted. 

No doubt he would deny this debt of ours and point out that he was only doing his job and 
enjoying it at the same time. 

Indeed, Ted's finest quality was a genuine enthusiasm and an amazingly cheerful outlook 
on life. Fortunately for us, his centred upon Ashbury. 

His nature was one, so rarely found, that always saw the best in whatever came his way 
way. When minor setbacks occurred, he would always find some encouraging feature to 
brighten the picture. Perhaps we had suffered a disastrous defeat in soccer. The gloom 
was palpable. Ted's cheerfulness cut it like a knife: 

"Yes, Mr. Anderson, it was a bad day. But you always have those. Don't forget we beat 
Tech, and they are supposed to be one of the best in the league. We'll come back!" 

Edward Marshall served in the Royal Air Force during the war. On his discharge, a 
strong interest in cricket (and considerable talent as a player) gave him a place in the 
household of one of the great ducal families in England. The Duk's consuming passion 
was cricket, and he had organized a team which toured the whole country. It was a fine 
team made up entirely of his household staff. 

One interview with Ted was enough to bring him an in- 
stant offer of employment. 

From the time Ted joined Ashbury in 1954, he was 
closely associated with our cricket programme. Often, 
he would spend his holidays touring England and the 
United States with cricket teams. The English colony 
in Hollywood kept a strong interest in the game and Ted 
had many stories of 
some of his encount- 
ers with the movie 
greats of the 1950's. 
Membership in the 
M. M. C. - theMaryle- 
bone Cricket Club -is 



not casually handed out. Ted was a member and justly 
proud of the honour. 

In these days when workers seem to be governed by a 
desire to do as little as possible for as much money as 
possible, Ted's serenity and calm knowledge of his in- 
ner worth was a shining exception. 

For some years, before marrying, he lived at the 
school and probably worked ten to twelve hours a day, 
seven days a week. This contribution was not demanded 
of him; he is by nature both generous and contented. 
Work fits him like a glove. 

Best of luck to you, Ted. Your tree is flourishing and 
will last 100 years! 

DLP 





THEASHBURIAN 



MICHAEL BENNETT 
IAIN JOHNSTON 
DRUMMOND LISTER' ESQ. 
JOHN LUND 
DAVID WELCH 
DOUG WELCH 



EDITORIAL 

When first deciding to tackle this edito- 
rial I spent much of my time trying to de- 
cide how to approach it. It could, I 
thought, be one that contemplates great 
social questions. But then I read that 
George Bernard Shaw disapproved of so- 
cial questions. And I reckoned who was I 
to argue with him. Next, I thought about 
a personal summary of the absolutely fan- 
tastic seven years I have had at Ashbury. 
That, however, had been done before. 
Finally, it had occurred to me that per- 
haps the muckraking journalistic style was 
more appropriate. Then I remembered 
the extremely dangerous situations in 
which I often found myself after putting 
pen to paper. 

What I am going to do instead is describe 
the overhaul which the Ashburian experi- 
enced this year. I suppose the first major 
step was to change publishers. Instead of 
using an Ottawa press we decided to use 
the Josten's National School Services. We 
were sent squared paper, pica rulers, 
correction pencils, lay-out sheets, and 
instructions. For a while Mr. Lister and 
I were having second thoughts when we 
were confronted with Double Page Spreads 
and Bleeding Photos. 

There were, I suppose, two sides to the 
making of the Ashburian - the creative 
and the mechanical. Creatively we de - 
signed pages, jotted down what we thought 



were witty captions, pondered such deep 
questions as whether to use TEMPO 300 or 
TEMPO 600, or whether it was in fact at 
all feasible to use 10 point Heritage Roman 
typeface (all CAPS) instead of 14 point 
Times Roman Bold. Indeed it was momen- 
tous, but experimental, decision to print 
the Formal pages in Flaming Passion 
Red. 

The creation of the book was not always 
an imaginative exercise, for there were 
many tedious moments. Most of the Eas- 
ter Holidays were spend cropping photos, 
typing articles and wrangling over the 
aesthetics of a page having Polaroid 60 
second photos on it. There were frequent 
occasions when the sheer mechanics of 
the process would drive us to bang our 
hands hard on the typewriter so that the 
keys would cluster in little knots of letters. 
It was aggravating to punch away at a type- 
writer when one's speed was a question 
of minutes per word. ("Hunt and Peck", 
said Mr. Lister) 

But the experience and enjoyment of 
trying to put together a good yearbook is 
indescribable. So enjoy the book for what 
it is; a subjective and objective selection 
of what we thought might interest you. To 
the students reading the Ashburian I will 
say that 1 hope you find it within your- 
selves to participate more in its produc- 
tion. To the Parents, have patience with 
your sons' literary musings. 

IAIN JOHNSTON 
Editor 
Iain Johnston 

HEADMASTER 

W.A. Joyce, B. Sc. (U. of Manitoba) 
DIRECTOR OF SENIOR SCHOOL 
K.D. Niles, B. A. (Carleton) 
DIRECTOR OF JUNIOR SCHOOL 
M.H. E. Sherwood, M.Ed. (Mass.) 

CHAPLAIN 

The Reverend E. E. Green, B. A. (Tor. ) 

LT. L. , B. D. 



ACADEMIC STAFF - 1976-1977 



R.J. Anderson, Army P. T. School - Director of Athletics. 

G.W. Babbitt, CD., RCN. Carleton University. Junior School. English and English 

Literature. 

Mrs. G.W. Babbitt, 1st Class Teachers' License (N. B. ). Junior School. Mathematics. 

J. A. Bailey, M. A. , B.A. (Carleton). Senior School. French. 

J. L. Beedell, B. Sc. , F.R.G.S. (Carleton). Ottawa Teachers* College, Junior School. 

Science and Outdoor Education. 

J.S. Crockett, Teacher Training, Stanmills College, Belfast. Junior School. English, 

Geography and Mathematics. 

D. M. Fox, B. Math. (Waterloo). Faculty of Ed. (Queen's). Senior School. Mathematics 

and Chemistry. Junior School. Science. 

J. A. Glover, M.A. (Oxon). Head of Department of Moderns. Senior and Junior Schools 

French, English and German. 

R.I. Gray, B. P. E. (Hons. ) (Queen's). B.Ed. Type A Certificate, Junior School. Physical 

Education and History. 

G.D. Heyd, M.A. (Toronto). Administrative Assistant. Senior School. History. 

R. A. L. Hinnell, B. Sc. (Bristol). Education Certificate. Head of Department of 

Mathematics. Senior School. Mathematics. 

D. E. Hopkins. Ph. D. , (Hull, England). Head of Department of Science. Senior School. 

Science. 

J. H. Humphreys. Junior School. Oral French. 

M. E. Jansen, Academic Diploma in Education, University of London. Middle School. 

English and Geography. Master -in -Charge of Years 4 and 5 Boarders. 

Mrs. J. Kennedy. B.A. Senior School. Commerce. 

Mrs. J.R. Linn. Junior and Senior Schools. Remedial Reading. 

D. D. Lister, M.A. (York). Head of Department of English. Senior and Junior Schools. 

English and Theatre Arts. 

P. G. MacFarlane, B.A. (Carleton). Senior School. Geography. 

A. M. Macoun, M. A. (Oxon). F. R. G. S. Head of Department of Geography. Senior 

School. Geography. 

P. D. McDougall, B.A. (Sir George Williams). Senior School. French. 

Mrs. P. D. McDougall. Art. 

G.J. McGuire, B.A. (Queen's). Senior School. Calculus and Physics. 

Mrs. C. Monk. French (Consulting). 

H. Penton, B.A. (Carleton). Senior School. English and History. Master -in -Charge of 
Years 3, 4 and 5 Day Boys. 

D. L. Polk, B.A. (Dartmouth, USA). Junior School. Latin, English, French, History 
and Geography. 

R.D. Rice, B.A. (Trent). Librarian. 

H.J. Robertson, B.A. (South Africa). Head of Department of History. Senior School. 
History, Politics and Economics. Master -in -Charge of Years 1 and 2 Day Boys. 

W. E. Stableford, B. A. (Western). Dip. Ed. (Western). Perm. H. S. Asst. Certificate. 
Senior School. Mathematics. 

A.C. Thomas, Bach, of Music (Manchester, England). Certificate and Diploma in 
Education. Director of Music. Music and English. Master -in -Charge of Years 1, 2 and 
3 Boarders. 

T. Tottenham, Teachers' Certificate (Ottawa). Junior School. English, Geography, 
History and Science. 

G. R. Varley, B.A. (Concordia). Senior School. Biology. 





THE GRADUATING CLASS 

Front Row: Johnston, A.I.j Brown, A.G.; Au, Y.F.P.; Benedict, B.F.; Bill Joyce; Esq.; Moore, J. P.; Li, 
C.W.A.; Rowlinson, A.J.. Brearton, N. Second Row: Morrison, R.S.- Moore, A.G.. Wongsodihardto, S.- Veil- 
leux, C.. Finnie, B. M.. Ng, C.T.E.; Mierins, J. G. ; Francis, J.N. Third Row: Puttick, S.R.. Peyrow, F.. 
Welch, D.L. ; Miller, S.G.R.; Bejkosalaj, B. ; Molson, J. P.. Campbell, J.P. ; Power, C.N. Fourth Row: 
Beaudry, J.L. ; Green, D.E.C.. Mordy, B.H. ; Nadeau, J.J.M.. Carlson, D.F. Fifth Row: Warwick, G.C. ; Heyd, 
R.M. ; Grant, P. A.. Walsh, J.M. Absent: Ch'odikoff, G. B. ; Pleet, L. 



NEW MEMBERS OF STAFF 



MICHAEL JANS EN, University of Lon- 
don, Academic Diploma in Education, is 
Housemaster of the Upper Deck of the 
school. Mr. Jansen comes from Rhodesia 
to teach English and Geography. He and 
his wife, Miv, have a baby girl, Kara. 



WILLIAM STABLE FORD, University of 
Western Ontario, teaches Mathematics. 
This year he coached the Second Football 
team as well as the First Hockey. He 
previously taught for 3^ years in Preston 
High School (Waterloo County). We wel- 
come him and his wife, Bonnie Ann, who 
is a librarian at Ottawa University. 



Left: Mr. Jansen. Below: Bill Stableford, Ross Varley, Ron Perry. 





DAVID GRUNDY 

David Grundy joined the staff in Septem- 
ber as Tutor in Mathematics from the Uni- 
versity of Waterloo, making an immediate 
mark as a teacher, as a firm yet friendly 
House Tutor, and as a welcome member 
of the Masters Common Room. 

Dave brought his professional expertise 
in Soccer to his collaboration with Mr. 
Drummond Lister in the coaching of the 
Second Soccer Team, subsequently turning 
his attention to Weight Training. The 
school is grateful and always guarantees 
him a warm welcome. 

J.A.G. 




DAVID PALMER 

David was the second term tutor and 
came to Asbury via Silverthorn Collegiate 
and Waterloo (3rd Year). He is fond of 
music and mathematics. During the sum- 
mers he has worked at collecting samples 
for Falconbridge Mines in Manitoba and 
B. C. His steadiness is apparent in his 
ability to relate quietly to students. Thanks 
and good luck! 

D.D.L. 




MRS. McDOUGALL has undertaken res 
ponsibilities in connection with the Craft 
and Arts programme and it is hoped that 
under her direction this programme will 
flourish. 

PURVIS D. McDOUGALL, B. A. , Sir 
George Williams University, Quebec 
Teaching Certificate joins the French 



Department. Mr. McDougall has had ex- 
tensive teaching experience and has re- 
cently been teaching with the Presentation 
Fathers at Montebello. 

G. ROSS VARLEY has come to take 
the Biology Department. Mr. Varley 
comes from Quebec High School in Quebec 
City and brings with him extensive experi- 
ence in Biology. 

DAVID M. FOX, (below), B. Maths Uni- 
versity of Waterloo, recently graduated 
from McArthur College, Queen's Univer- 
sity, has joined the Mathematics 
Department. 





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THOSE WHO GO 



DOWN TO THE 



SEA IN SHIPS 



Photos by David Carlson. 





On the twenty -fifth of May, 1976 the crew 
of the Brigantine Playfair, David Carlson, 
John and Arnie Mierins, and Gad Perry 
among them, set off from Kingston heading 
for New York. After getting enough exper- 
ience to get by they left Lake Ontario. 
Then, they ran aground. At four a. m. in 
Montreal the boat got stuck. Needless to 
say an Ashburian was on watch. After 
seven hours the Playfair was away, head- 
ing for Quebec City. 

Smooth sailing it was not after Quebec, 
as the Playfair left the relative safety of 
the Gulf of St. Lawrence. In short, the 
stretch from Quebec to Gaspe was un- 
pleasant for some. The wake from the Rus- 
sian tankers passing the Playfair near 
Quebec didn't help things either. 

The crew was very happy to arrive in 
Gaspe where as they did on every shore 
leave, they had showers. Whether it was 
in a Y. M. C. A. , a hospital or a school a 
shower was bliss for the sailors. 

At Gaspe Dave Carlson discovered that 
he had finally got his sea legs. Unfortun- 
ately, he discovered this on land. So, 
after walking the streets of Gaspe for a 
couple of hours he found himself swaying 
from side to side and having an awkward 
time walking normally. 



After stopping in the Magdalen Islands 
(Dave was at the helm heading for the is- 
lands and found it difficult coping with the 
large waves coming from behind the boat) 
and then Baddeck, the Playfair reached 
Halifax. Here the crew changed boats and 
officers. Perhaps the crew and officers 
were becoming too friendly for such a 
disciplined occupation such as sailing. But 
whatever the reason, the crew of the Play- 
fair became the crew of the Pathfinder, and 
the crew of the Pathfinder, and the in- 
famous Mr. Prince became one of Dave's 
new officers. (Mr. Prince was infact a 16 
year old megalomaniac. ) 

In any event, the new crew of the Path- 
finder set sail from Halifax to Lunenburg 
and from there to Salem. This leg of the 
trip was the longest, taking five days and 
encountering heavy seas and thick fog. 
Coupled with the lack of fresh water (the 
crew had to drink the juice from canned 
fruits or gather the moisture off the sails) 
the rough ride was indeed trying for the 
whole crew. 

Finally in Salem, the crew was treated 
like heroes. It was not until Stanford that 
Dave realized the extent of the heroes wel- 
come. Sailing by way of Plymouth, New 
Bedford, Mistic, and Newport, the Path- 
finder reached Stanford where the sailors 
were fed MacDonalds hamburgers and en- 
tertained by a re-enactment of the Ameri- 
can Revolution. 

The climax of the trip was approaching; 
the sail -past in New York. After getting 
spun and turned by the treacherous cur- 
rents at Hell's Gate, the Pathfinder sailed 
into New York with the hundreds of other 
foreign vessels. It was, as Dave put it, a 
zoo. It was also a letdown. 

What will David remember most vividly? 
Perhaps the games of rigging tag, or the 
party at Stanford, or learning how to live 
with twenty four others, getting up at four 
a. m. to go on watch and be tossed about by 
the waves crashing across the bow, salty 
spray in the face, or being enveloped by 
the damp, silent fog. And even for Dave, 
who despises pretentiousness, it was a 
peak experience. 

A.I.J. 





Christine Varley appears dubious about the cookies. 

Below: There was no doubt at all about the gym. In the background 

is Paul Macoun. 



Mrs-. Joyce with grandchild Stephanie 





Below Left: Leslie Crockett with Rebecca Hopkins and Michael Lister. Below Right: Leslie Crockett, Chris Monk, 
Susan Crockett, Rebecca Hopkins and Sister Danielle, Michael Lister. 





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CHILDREN'S 
CHRISTMAS 
PARTY 



For the first time, this year there were 
enough children belonging to staff to war- 
rant a Christmas party. On December 19th, 
25 children gathered at 4:30 p.m. in the 
gym (for toddlers) and in Argyle (for those 
able to play sockie) . The gym was a great 
success as the little ones had the whole 
floor to ride their tricycles and what-nots 
around at will. The sockie proved hazard- 
ous on a slippery floor, but the 8 and 9 
year olds overcame the difficulties. At 
5:15, everyone descended into the common 
room for a sandwich and ice-cream supper. 
At 6:00 we returned to Argyle to witness 
the wondrous dexterity of Mr. Roy Cottee, 
magician, who did a beautiful job of amaz- 
ing and involving the children at the same 
time. Becky Macoun literally jumped for 
joy as she helped the magician on stage. 
Finally, we went to the common room 
where Santa Claus (the real one this time) 
distributed presents to each child. Thanks 
should be given to Santa's two gnomes - 
Cathy Green and Susan Anderson for their 
help in multiple ways, and above all to Mr. 
Joyce who footed the bill for the magician. 
The party was a small but unique aspect of 
the Ashbury family that children and teach- 
ers will not soon forget. 

D.D.L. 




Even Santa's elves get tired: 

Cathy Green and mother, Joy. 




Sarah Niles and Jim Humphreys 



Chris Penton with cake. 





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Prefect Elections 



PEOPLE 



AND 



EVENTS 



Above Left: Bob Mor- 
rison supervises the 
voting. John Francis 
and Andy Rowlinson 
help. Fergus MacLaren 
on the left. Top Right: 
Iain Johnston seated 
with, L. to R. : Rod 
Heyd, Maxime Chaya, 
Joel Gallaman, Martin 
Schaeffer, Andy Con- 
yers, George Petrakis, 
and Chris Power. Right: 
Sean Verhey on the 
Mall. Below Left: The 
September social for 
parents and teachers. 
Below Right: The new 
tennis courts donated 
by the Ladies' guild. 





II 111 I— WIIIHMMIIIII 






MARTIN WOSTENHOLME — THE CAPITAL'S ATHLETE OF THE YEAR 






In July 1976, Martin won the under 14 Ontario Junior title, followed by the Canadian 
Junior title in August. In November he teamed with Alan Racko to win the United States 
National Indoor Doubles Championship in his age group. In the singles, he played to the 
semi-finals being beaten by a 6' 4", 165 lb. 14 year old named Quigby, 6-1, 6-3. In New 
York, in February, 1977, he played Quigby again, beating him 1-6, 7-6, 6-1 even though 
his opponent had match point on four occasions! During the Christmas holidays, Martin 
competed in the Orange Bowl World Junior Tournament in Miami. He came third. 

Tennis is expensive. Martin's parents pay for most of it while the O. L. T. A. and the 
N. C. L. T. A. help defray the costs. 

Martin's over -riding concern is competition and for this reason he is considering going 
either to California or to Millfield school in England where, in a milder climate and with 
concentrated training he might realize his dream of matured excellence. 



D. D. L. 



13 





Right: Jordan Shiveck. Below: Cam 

Morrison. 




Left: the ghost of 
Ashbury. Right: 
Farzad Peyrow and 
Blair Mordy. Be- 
low, Left: Andy 
Moore during the 
perfect auction 
(he cost only $9). 




Benny Benedict and Murray 
Walsh mix it up in the lab. 



The Boarders 






Left: Dave Carlson. Below: 
"Get to work! " 



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THE DEBATING GAME 

After a long period of dormancy debat- 
ing at Ashbury has finally come into its 
own. The Ashbury team attended several 
major tournaments, including the Appleby 
Invitational and the Ottawa Journal debates. 
Although there was no official team as 
such and no awards were won, the follow- 
ing people debated regularly: Wayne Cho- 
dikoff, Michael Sourial, John Lund, and 
Graeme Clark. 

In addition to formal debating, engage- 
ments and regular meetings of a debating 




committee were held to promote public 
speaking, involvement in school affairs, 
and concern for issue of major importance 
outside the school. 

One of the most satisfying and signifi- 
cant results of the year long project was 
the increased participation by all the stu- 
dents in public speaking, not only in terms 
of opening mouths and making noises, but 
also from an organizational standpoint. 

No longer was public speaking the priv- 
ileged reserve of a gifted few. Although 
individual talent was recognized and en- 
couraged, the committee tried to place 



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more emphasis on contributions from peo- 
ple who thought more and talked less! 

This concluding paragraph is usually 
taken up with cliches and hackneyed 
phrases about how "grand the year was 
etc ..." and the "great spirit of brother- 
hood ..." Before I fade into the sunset 
however, I should like to talk about the 
Rev 'J ee P' Green. It is difficult to express 
one's gratitude to a man who is summoned 
from the private warmth of his bath to a 
trivial committee meeting and smiles. Or 
who drives debators to competitions at 
7:30 on a Saturday morning. Or who or- 
ganizes and encourages people. Or who 
sits patiently and serenely through debates 
with resolutions such as "Alcohol is better 
than water", or "Left is better than Right" 
(left-handers lib?). Or who has to listen 
to Michael Sourial and Graeme Clark . . . 

MICHAEL SOURIAL WITH 
GRAEME CLARK 



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THE ASHBURY STUDENTS TUCKSHOP COMPANY 

The Tuckshop company went public in 1976 with the sale of 227 shares. With the help of Ted 
Marshall all went well until, at the end of November, Ted announced his retirement to Van- 
couver. The malaise that set in was not apparent until after Christmas; indeed, the share- 
holders received the benefits of a 35% dividend at the end of the first term. 

In the new year the management decided to pay cash for all stocks of food which, combined 
with salary increases, led to a shortage of money supply and the need for a loan. The qual- 
ity of service and the sales began to decrease. Finally, complaints turned into a power 
struggle with shares selling at $3 - $4 and with grade nine and ten students boycotting the 
tuckshop altogether. This heady atmosphere broke when the old directors (except for Mike 
Sourial) were fired in a stormy meeting on February 8th and new directors Michael Bennett 
and Pierre LaTraverse along with Sourial were voted in. 

The new management returned to a credit purchasing system and initiated a centralized 
bank account that by -passed the school. Structural changes included the abolition of the po- 
sition of President and the creation of an executive director, an executive committee and a 
new manager. By June we had a net profit of $108. 03 from which we paid the school $36. 01 
in taxes and the shareholders a 30% dividend. 

To Mr. Robertson and to the ladies in the school office may I say a sincere 'thank you' for 
all your help? 

MICHAEL BENNETT 



THE QACHA'S NEK RAFFLE 

The prizes for the Qacha's Nek Raffle this year were as follows: (1) A trip for two anywhere in Canada from C? Air. (2) 
Hockey and bus tickets for two from Voyageur. (3) Dinner for two at the Capri. (4) A fondu set from Jolicowur Hardware. 
(5) A men's I.D. bracelet from Henry Birks. (6) A $25 gift certificate from E.R. Fisher Ltd. (7) A $20 gift certificate 
from DonRom Enterprises. (8) A $10 gift certificate from Eaton's. (9) A game of careers from Toy World and a $30 
cleaning certificate from Hillary Cleaners. We sold about 2000 tickets and after expenses made about $500 profit. We 
are most gTateful tc all the companies who donated gifts. And thanks to Cordon MacLaren, Ross Brown and Mr. Creen 
for their invaluable help. 

MICHAEL BENNETT 



ASMCO 

The Ashbury Student Maintenance Company began in September 1976 with the sale of 100 
shares. The directors were David Welch and Charles Zwirewich who contracted with the 
school for snow removal, leaf raking and for the assembling and watering of the rink. In 
December we paid $26 in taxes and a 40% dividend. After March the new maintenance staff 
made our services superfluous. The profit of $100 was given to the Music department for a 
new instrument. 

I would like to thank the directors, Mr. Rice, Mr. Macoun and Mr. Heyd for all their 
advice and assistance. 

MICHAEL BENNETT 
17 



THE ASHBURY CLEANING COMPANY 

The Cleaning Company is now in its 
fourth year as a separate company. During 
the past few years many systems have been 
introduced that make the operation of the 
company more realistic. Among these was 
the introduction of competitive bidding for 
the cleaning contract. 

This year the introduction of Preferred 
(Class A) and Common (Class B) stock 
occurred. A 33. 3% tax on gross profit was 
introduced, as was the rental of vacuums 
by the Company, from the School. The 
proceeds from these levies were used to 
pay for the interest charges on the loan 
needed to pay for the new tennis courts. 
Companies are now also required to pre- 
sent termly audits to a Grade Ten business 
class. 

This year 252 one dollar shares were 
sold to students and teachers in both the 
Junior and Senior schools. The directors 
were Peter Martin (Chairman), Fergus 
MacLaren, Robert Tamblyn, Gordon Mac - 
Laren, and our staff advisor, Mr. Penton 
to whom we owe much thanks. 



The President was Gordon MacLaren, 
the Senior manager was Paul Deepan, and 
the Junior manager was Robert Tamblyn. 
There were 17 regular workers under the 
Company's employ. For these workers a 
small scale Employee Stock Benefit fund 
was set up. 

FINANCIAL STATEMENT 



Total Income 


$6926.68 


Total expenses 


5575.75 


Gross Profit 


1350. 93 


Stock Issued 


252. 00 


Taxable Profit 


1098. 93 


Tax Paid 


366.31 


Net Profit 


732.62 


Dividends 


252.00 


Funds for Donation 


480. 62 



This year was a good one financially. 
Dividends of 25, 35, and 40 cents per 
share were declared. Hopefully next year's 
Company will continue to have financial 
success, and will be able to concentrate 
its efforts on improving work quality. 

GORDON MacLAREN 

President 




SERVERS 

Back: R. Tamblyn, N. Dumont, S. Perron. 
Front: M. G. Bennett, Rev. E.E. Green, J. K. 
Chin. 



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JOHN REID began hunting when he was 3 years 
old by using a net to catch frogs. He advanced 
to a bow and arrow (he carefully removed the 
rubber tips) a few years later. By the time he 
was 11 he was learning how to handle a pellet gun. 
He now has 26 guns - the most powerful being a 
. 300 Magnum (for shooting elephants in the Ga - 
tineau) - and he has graduated from groundhogs 
to deer. 



John learned hunting and trapping from Ken Lehmann and Bill Miller in the Almonte-Packenham area. He earns 
pin-money trapping beaver on the invitation of various farmers who are concerened about the loss of trees and flood- 
ing. The pelts are worth $40. "In any beaver house," John says, "There may be 5 beaver. I take 3. It makes sense 
to farm them. " His favourite game bird is the ruffed grouse: "They're the hardest to get, " he points out. 

The subject of wolves gains an interesting response from John. Why, I asked, is there so much propoganda in fa- 
vour of wolves? I mention Farley Mowat's claim that wolves are the victims of a negative press and our own primi- 
tive fantasies. John smiles. "Twenty years ago the government introduced wolves to Algonquin Park. Now there are 
no deer left in the Park. Red Bowden killed 100 wolves last year for the government. But you don't hear Queen's 
Park admitting that there was a mistake made. Instead the wolf is a 'menace'. Mind you wolves kill and not just 
for food. Maybe there are two sides to the argument. " 

A final hunting story. Bill Miller owned a rodeo near Packenham. One winter he killed 25 beaver. He loaded the 
pelts ont his horse and set off for Southam along with a sack containing the body of a young beaver that he was in- 
tending to cook and eat. Suddenly, the horse reared and in the same instant a lynx sprang into the path hissing. 
"90 lbs, " insists John, "But that's all muscle and sinew and teeth. " Bill wisely tossed the sack to the side and wait- 
ed as the lynx flowed back into the trees. The hunter and his pelts made it safely home. The next day, Bill went 
back over his trail and discovered a surprising thing: not only had the lynx eaten the beaver carcass but he had also 
followed Bill right up to his front door. It must have been a relief when, in the next couple of days, Bill managed 
to trap the animal, although, one supposes, it still stalks him in some dim recess of his mind. 

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MORE PEOPLE AND EVENTS 





Above: The effect. 
Below: The cause. 
Photos by S. Perrone 



Edward Hardwicke paid a visit to a grade 11 English 
class. He was acting in An Ideal Husband by Wilde. 
Bruce Taylor and Briane Baxter conduct a tour. 




SPORTS 





SENIOR FOOTBALL 
RESULTS FOR 1976 



Ashbury 3 Rideau 

Ashbury 15 Carine Wilson 

Ashbury 8 Carine Wilson 

Ashbury 12 Stanstead 8 

Ashbury 7 Rideau 7 

Ashbury 9 Bishop's 

Ashbury 18 Old Boys 




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INDIVIDUAL POINTS 



Chris Molson 20 

Tim Farquhar 12 

Kevin Keyes 9 

David Green 8 

Thady Murray 6 

Andy Brown 6 

Bob Morrison 6 





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SENIOR FOOTBALL 



First, L. to R. : Dave Pigott, Andy Brown, Andy Moore, John Mierins, Phil Grant, Benny Benedict, Kevin Keyes. 
2nd: Tim Farquhar, Pierre Yves-Caux, Sam Chipman, Chris Molson, Bill Johnston, Andy Christie, Thady Murray, 
Alan Maybee. 3rd: Ian Rhodes, Michel Langlois, Rod Heyd, Steve Millar, Marc Nadeau, Scott Kirby, Ian McKay. 
4th: Dave Green, Sean Verhey, Ron Burnett, Bob Shulakewych, Sean Lavery, Stephen Puttick, Bob Morrison, Nick 
Bejkosalaj. 5th: Hugh Penton esq. , Eric Gall, Bob Gray esq. , John Rogers, Bill Joyce esq. 



The Undefeated 



'Golden' Molson, Halfback: The name is a precise description of his worth. No more 

need be said. 

'Eagle Knees' Keyes, Fullback: Quick as a panther, fast as a cheetah, strong as a bear. 

He showed his enthusiasm this year by coming to practices. 

Andy "Z-Z-Z" Brown, Wide Receiver: Quick, Agile and extremely versatile. Small in 

size but played with a big heart. 



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'Teem' Farquhar, Halfback: Late to practice on frequent occasions but never too late to 

miss an open hole. 

Rod 'Big Bird' Heyd, Quarterback: Pretty boy never let the refs get away with a bad call. 

He had a shaky start but eventually found himself as well as the goal line. 

'Bun' Rhodes. Halfback: Not big, not small and always ready to take on opponents bigger 

than himself. 

Chester Murray, Centre: Big and tough. Everybody's hero. An excellent season for a 

pretty good player. 

'Hades' Green, Tight End: Strong and fast but greasy fingers plagued him at times. 

Bob 'Spud' Morrison, Tight End: A 110% performer who gave as good as he got. 

Steve 'The Pillar' Millar, Guard: A calm and placid guy who nonetheless could block with 

prowess . 

'Druid' Christie, Guard: His famous jokes took the boredom out of the trip to Stanstead. 

Personable and capable. 

'Too Tall ' Grant, Defensive End: 6'4" and 220 pounds. Nobody but nooobody . . . 

'Hollywood' Mierins, Centre: His endurance and hard work paid off. As captain he set an 

excellent example. 




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Picking up the pieces. 



John Rogers, the first team manager, caught in an idle 
moment. 



Ian Rhodes: Open field tackling. 



Line play vereus Bishop's. Photo B V : Paul Campbell 





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Kirbat Kirby, Guard: Is it a tough job requiring a man of steel steel? Call for Kirbat. 

Steve Puttie k, Tackle: He was an eager and loyal member of the team. 

'Chunkers' Chipman, Tackle: Hardworking with a never-say-die attitude. He was a boon 

to the team. 

'Bulb' Shulakewych, Tackle: He gained confidence as the season progressed. Shows great 

promise for the future. 

Alan Maybee, Linebacker: His courage is proven by the apparent pleasure he takes in 

playing opposite to Phil Grant in practices. 

'Doc Savage' Bejkosalaj, Defensive Halfback: A fiery, rough, mean player whose wrath 

struck fear into everyone including his own teammates. 

'Spider' McKay, Defensive Halfback: Come into my parlor said the spider to the ball; he 

spun a very fine web in his territory. 

'Beanpole' Burnett, Tight End: He hit with authority. 

'Piggy' Pigott, Guard: Plagued by an injury but showed great potential. 

Michel Langlois, Defensive Linebacker: His talent and enthusiasm will be put to work 

next season. 

'Nads' Nadeau, Centre: He was mixed up sometimes but his eagerness made up for his 

lack of experience. 

'Tr - 7' Caux, Defensive Linebacker: Lean but resilient. 

'Moses' Verhey, Tackle: He has strength and a willingness to learn from his mistakes. 

Sean 'the brawn' Lavery, Defensive Guard: He looks like Shardik in a good mood. 

Eric Gall, Tackle: Faithful to the team in spite of a discouraging injury. 

'Arnik' Mierins, Quarterback: Alas! An injury claimed him halfway through the season; 

until then, a steady, heads-up performer. 





'Moose' Johnston, Guard: Big, tough and wily. His past experience paid off this season. 
John Rogers, Manager: He was there when you needed him - well, most of the time, anyway. 
Bob Gray, Esq. , Defensive Coach: Thanks for drilling, conditioning and constant practice. 
Hugh Penton Esq. , Head Coach: The patience of Job. Good enough, Hank! 




Left: Coach Penton. Centre: Bob Morris- 
on. Right: Mike Bennett. 





SECOND FOOTBALL 



Photos 
by Paul 
Campbell 




Top: Justin Fogarty scores against Tech. Below: Raikles reaches for a pass. 





Bob Gray and Ian McKay. 




Bob Lackey and 
Dan MacMillan. 



Kim Rawley and Tony German. 




Greg Grant and Alan Gill. This year's dinner paid tri- 
bute to the undefeated teams of 1954, 1955 and 1976 
and to the players of the Tiny Hermann years, 1953 - 
1962. 



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MARCH 10th 1977 




Cyril Currier and Bill Joyce. 




Jim Finnie and Jack Marland. 




Ron Perry and Bishop Robinson. 






AWARD WINNERS 



FOOTBALL 

Tiny Hermann Trophy 
Lee Snelling Trophy 
Stratton Memorial 
Barry O'Brien 
Boswell Trophy 
M.V.P. Bantam 
M. I. P. Bantam 



SKIING 



Bob Morrison 
Chris Molson 
Phil Grant 
Ron Surgenor 
Les Bejkosalaj 
Vince Rigby 
Frank Porreca 



Coristine Trophy 


David Beedell 


Ashbury Cup 


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HOCKEY 

Fraser Trophy 
The Irvin Cup 
The Bellamy Cup 
The Boyd Trophy 
Junior Hockey 



SOCCER 

The Perry Trophy 
Anderson Trophy 
Pemberton Shield 
Junior Soccer 



Clermont Veilleux 
Chris Molson 
Andy Brearton 
Brian O'Connor 
Brian Stants 



Dave Carlson 
Clermont Veilleux 
Bob Smith 
Dennis Gamble 




DOUBLE AWARD 
WINNERS CHRIS 
MOLSON AND 
CLERMONT VEILLEUX 



Photo courtesy The Citizen. 



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FIRST SOCCER TEAM 



Front Row, Left to Right: Barry Went, Captain, Iain Johnston, Paul Deepan, Doug Welch. 
2nd Row: Andrew Rowlinson, Guy Warwick, Alfred Li, Alexis Chow. 3rd Row: Jesus Na- 
der, Pablo Vasquez, Clermont Veilleux, David Carlson, Blair Mordy. Back Row: W. A. 
Joyce, Esq., G. J. McGuire, Esq. 



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SENIOR SOCCER RESULTS 



Ashbury 1 Selwyn House 1 

Ashbury 1 Nepean 2 

Ashbury 3 Laurendeau 1 

Ashbury 1 Fisher Park 5 

Ashbury Cantebury 

Ashbury Woodroffe 5 

Ashbury 2 Laurentian 1 

Ashbury 8 Stanstead 

Ashbury 2 Lisgar 2 

Ashbury 4 Belcourt 1 

Ashbury 2 Ridgemont 2 

Ashbury 1 Tech 4 

Ashbury 3 Bishop's 2 

Ashbury 1 Glebe 4 



INDIVIDUAL SCORERS 

Pablo Vasquez 9 

Iain Johnston 6 

Clermont Veilleux 4 

Barry Went 3 

Juan Uribe 3 

David Carlson 2 

Jesus Nader 1 

Alexis Chow 1 




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JUNIOR FOOTBALL TEAM 



1st: Steve Kirby, Justin Fogarty, Robby Surgenor, Pierre LaTraverse, Abbie Raikles, Andy Maxwell, Andy Assad. 
2nd: Frank Mozer, Stuart Seymour, Ronny Sunday, Pierre Vanasse, Brian Baxter. 3rd: John McMahon, Iain Morton, 
Jean- Luc Beaudry, Alan Roberts, Richard Duong. 4th: Ike Aliferis, Mike Puttick, Les Bejkosalaj, Claude Parent, 
Monty McGuire, Fergus MacLaren. 5th: Martin Shaffer, D. M. Fox, esq. , W. E. Stableford, esq. 



RESULTS 



Ashbury 6 Ottawa Tech 12 

Ashbury 19 Bel court 2 

Ashbury 6 Charlebois 64 



Ashbury 13 Ottawa Tech 23 
Ashbury 7 Stanstead 
Ashbury 6 Belcourt 1 



Ashbury Charlebois 32 

Ashbury 25 Bishop's 19 
Ashbury 26 Ottawa Tech 1 



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JUNIOR FOOTBALL 

For the first time in the history of Ashbury College, an Ashbury Junior football team 
was entered into a regular Ottawa High School league. Ashbury, along with Charlebois, 
Belcourt, and Ottawa Technical School made up the new Junior 'B' division. The schedule 
was designed so that each team would play a home and an away game. At the end of the 
season, the first and second place teams would compete in a sudden death game for the 
championship. 

Ashbury lost its first 'at home' game to Ottawa Tech on the last play of the game when 
Tech punted the ball into Ashbury' s end zone , where it was fumbled, then recovered by 
Tech for a major score. Final tally: 2-6. Our next opponents at home were Belcourt, who 
stymied us offensively taking a 2-0 half-time lead. Ashbury rebounded in the second half 
with three unanswered touchdowns to win 19-2. We travelled next to Charlebois, where 
everything that could go wrong, did go wrong. We were thoroughly trounced 64-6. In the 
rematch with Tech, Ashbury led 13-6 at the half but a fired up Tech team came back to 
win 23-13. Our first four games taught us that it takes 60 minutes of 100% effort and de- 
sire for a team to be successful. 

With two-thirds of the season gone we played an exhibition game against Stanstead 
whom we defeated 7-0. In a defensive struggle it was fitting that the only touchdown 
should be scored by the defensive unit on a pass interception. 

On a very cold and snowy day, we played our second game against Belcourt. Again the 
defenses battled - the first half in our end, the second in their end until Ashbury recov- 
ered a Belcourt fumble in Belcourt' s end zone to win the game 6-1. 

Our last home game was against the powerful Charlebois side. In spite of great im- 
provements in our play, Charlebois won 32-0. Charlebois then opted to play in the Junior 
'A' playoffs, leaving Ashbury and Ottawa Tech to decide the Junior 'B' championship. 

In another exhibition game, this time against Bishop's in Lennoxville, we were able to 
sustain several offensive drives. The B.C.S. attack proved to be a real test for our de- 
fense who nonetheless scored their third touchdown of the season by blocking a punt and 
returning it for a major score. The evenness of the struggle can be seen by the 19-19 tie 
during most of the fourth quarter. Then the defense blocked a B.C.S. field goal attempt 
and the Ashbury offense capitalized with a well-balanced ground and aerial attack cli- 
maxed by a touchdown. Final score 25-19 for Ashbury. 

The spirited teamwork of the Bishop's game set the tone for the championship game 
played at Mooney's Bay where we won 26-1 against Tech. 

To the players for their hard work and patience, to the managers for a job well done, 
and to Mr. Fox for his dedicated assistance, my thanks for making the season a very en- 
joyable and rewarding experience. 

W.E.S. 



INDIVIDUAL POINTS 

Ronnie Sunday 48 

Fergus MacClaren 12 
Steven Kirby 12 

Michael Puttick 12 

Les Bejkosalaj, Justin Fogarty, Steve Harris, Andy Maxwell 6 each. 



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SECOND SOCCER TEAM 



Front: Robert Smith. 1st Row, L. to R. : Mark Eagle, Steve Heisler, John Wenkoff, David Tamblyn, Brian O'Con- 
nor, Martine Yaldez. 2nd Row: Mike Nesbitt, David Beedell, Alex Patterson. 3rd Row: Maxime Chaya, Ronnie 
Habets, Raymond Haslam, Bruce MacNair. 4th Row: David Grundy, Esq. , Nick Fonay, Tony Almudevar, Serge 
Fuzi, Drummond Lister, Esq. 



Alex Patterson in action. 



Mike Nesbitt makes a save against Bishop's. 




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This report sums up one of the best sea- 
sons the second soccer ever had, especial- 
ly since three years ago when some of our 
potential manpower was drained away by 
the creation of a third football team. A 
solid record of seven wins, two ties and 
two losses was achieved through a compact 
defense and penetrating offense. The team 
scored 32 goals with only 16 goals against. 

Much of the credit for the team's cohe- 
siveness and sensible play goes to Mr. 
David Grundy, a semi -pro soccer player 
from Kitchener who was tutoring maths at 
Ashbury for the fall term. His drills, 
which isolated specific skills and his em- 
phasis on teamwork made the formation of 
four forwards (instead of the usual five) 
and three fullbacks effective. 

Mike Kesbit played consistently in nets, 
showing good judgment and courage in 
tight situations. The fullbacks were an- 
chored by Robert Smith, the captain, who, 
with Habets' ball control on the left and 
Wenkoff's speed and power on the right, 
was able to contain a lot of opposition 



thrusts. The halfbacks included Brian 
O'Connor who played with a stylish sensi- 
tivity and skill although, at times, his 
temper got the better of him; Serge Fuzi, 
a strong and heady player of varying 
moods; and David Beedell, a hard and en- 
thusiastic worker on the field. The For- 
wards were able to utilize the speed of 
Wostenholme and Gittens along with their 
striking power and also that of Alexander 
Paterson. Maxime Chaya, Martine Valdez, 
Stephen Heisler and David Tamblyn were 
frequent and steady contributors to the 
forward line, as were Nicholas Fonay and 
Ray Haslam, and last but not least, Tony 
Almudevar. 

Martin Wostenholme scored 12 goals, 
Paterson five, Gittens three, and Kick 
Fonay (The Hungarian Wonder) three. 

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Right: Garth Gittens. 



Photos by D. D. L. 




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BANTAM FOOTBALL 








RESULTS 




Ashbury 





Bishop's 


41 


Ashburv 


9 


Selwyn House 


6 


Ashbury 


20 


Selwyn House 





Ashbury 


6 


Bishop's 


32 


Ashburv 


21 


Lower Canada 


27 


Ashbury 


20 


St. Hubert 






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Back Row, Left to Right: E. Blaker, F. Porreca, F. Ali, J. Mahoney, C. Morrison, Mr. P. MacFarlane, Esq., R. 
Biewald, C. Aris, A. Brearton, C. Lay, Mr. J. A. Bailey, Esq. , I. Nicol, G. Sellers. Front Row: R. Orange, A. 
MacLaren, A. Parks, V. Rigby, J. Fraser, M. Wang, J. Kirkwood, R. Schoeller, kneeling. 

Entering its second year of existence, the Bantam Football team was anticipating a far 
more outstanding effort than in 1975: on the whole, I feel this aim was accomplished. 

The season began on a sour note with a 41 - defeat at the hands of Bishop's; however, 
we rebounded with a win over Selwyn House by a score of 9 - 6 and from that time on our 
attitude towards winning was vastly changed. 

Our next two games were both shutouts in favour of Ashbury. We beat Selwyn House 
20-0 and also St. Hubert's by an identical score. Bob Schoeller scored 4 touchdowns in 
these games. 

Our final two games were a bit of a disappointment, especially the second. Again we 
were beaten badly by Bishop's (32 - 6) while against L.C.C. we appeared to have scored 
the tying touchdown with just two minutes left when the refree signalled an incomplete 
pass in the end zone. The final score was 27 - 21 for L.C.C. and we all knew we had 
been in quite a game afterwards. 

Although we were a relatively inexperienced team, Mr. MacFarlane and Mr. Bailey 
made up for this fact with their fine coaching. By the end of the season we all understood 
more about good sportsmanship, extra effort and a sense of humour. Best of luck to 
Bantam Football in the future! 

Steven Rigby. 



POINTS 



Bob Schoeller 


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Cam Morrison 


12 


Rob Orange 


6 


Andrew Brearton 


6 



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David Odell and Nick 
Brearton dance while 
John Lund waits atten- 
tively in nets. 



Right: Jacques Major wheels to 
attack. Below: Brearton takes aim. 





scenes from 

house league soccer 



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CLUBS 



A pale sun 

Through bare black branches: 

The days are short - 

The winter never done. 




Question: How many different ways can you spell 
Mr. Palmer's name? 

Below, L. to R. : Doug Welch, Dave Carlson, Stephen 
Puttick, Guy Warwick. Solve the problems. 




Meaning: When the pages 
Of your book of life 
Get hazy, 
Get involved, 
Don't be lazy - 
Join a club . . . 




Or something crazy. 



Underlying photo by D.D.L.; Inset by Dave Palmer. 



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Question: What kind of people join the Science 
Club? 





Top Left: Stephen Suh pre- 
pares an experiment. 
Above: The result. 
Left: Alex Patterson and 
Stephane Perron try blowing 
glass. Cam Morrison is in the 
background. 



Answer: The pictures speak for themselves. 




Left: Richard Adams and Mi- 
chael Sourial. 

Right: Brian Baxter tries some 
magic. 




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Top Left: Jon Eddy and Lachlan Munro play a 
simulations game. 2nd, Left: John Lund, Iain 
Morton and Tony Graham discuss strategy. 
Top: Alexander Reeves, Simon Reeves and 
Lee Herlihy. 




Right: John Sciarra. Below: Stephen Suh 
plays Bruce Taylor, Philip Shoeller looks 
on. Lower Right: Mr. Bailey teams with 
John Clark against Sean Lavery and 






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INCLINED... 



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Top Left: Gordon MacLean stops Iain Morton. 
Top Right: Mark Dale, Steve Harris and 
Mark Eagle. Centre Left: Coach McDougall 
explains. Left: John MacMahon. 



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THEWRESTLINGCLUB 

Over the years Ashbury's club programme has been gradually diversified offering choices from karate to chess. 
This year for the first time wrestling has been offered as a club. Every Friday the club meets in Argyle Hall. The 
programme usually consists of 10 to 15 minutes of exercises, followed by the instruction of wrestling technique. 
After learning new techniques we are given the chance to apply them. Starting with the light-weights we begin our 
three- minute bouts, where we have found that it takes much more than speed, agility and strength to pin our oppo- 
nent. Over the past few months there have been no serious injuries, only cuts and bruises. To the surprise of many 
of us Greco-Roman wrestling was more complicated than a street brawl. Each session we improve our skills. Thanks 
to Mr. MacDougall's expert coaching, the Ashbury wrestling club is a success. 

TOHN McMAHON 






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Keltie Johnson and John Mierins. 




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Below: Annie Lawrence and Eric Gall. 



John Rogers in "The Teachers' Dope Deal". Below: 
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FIRST TEAM HOCKEY 

Back Row: W.E. Stableford, Esq., Tim Farquhar, Robbie Surgeonor, Glermont Veilleux, Ron Burnett, Rod Heyd, 
Phil Grant, Steve Miller, Martin Schaeffer, Marc Nadeau. Front Row: John Mierins, Chris Molson, Benny Benedict, 
Steve Kirby, Kevin Keyes, Bob Morrison. Absent: Andy Maxwell, Pierre La Traverse, Scott Kirby, Thady Murray, 
Ian Rhodes. 




Lower two photos by Bob Morrison. 



Left: Andy Maxwell and Thady Murray. 
Right: Kevin Keyes. 




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Steven Kirby in goal against Tech. 



Photo courtesy Citizen. 



Ashbury was one of fourteen teams in the Ottawa High School Hockey League this past 
season. After playing a round -robin series until December the teams were divided into 
'A' and 'B' divisions with Ashbury competing in the 'B' division. 

The team was comprised of a strong nucleus of veterans with a promising blend of 
rookies. The calibre of hockey was evident from the opening game against Hillcrest. The 
games that followed, with the exception of two, were close, hard fought contests. The 
boys played a robust brand of hockey. They hustled and were never out -hit by their op- 
ponents and, even though the team only recorded three wins and one tie in twenty games, 
their morale remained constant throughout the season. 

With the team being eliminated from playoff action, they prepared for the L. C. C. 
tournament. Unfortunately Ashbury was scheduled to play a very powerful L.C.C. team 
first. They suffered a 7-1 setback and never regained their composure as they were de- 
feated 6-2 and 2-1 by Stanstead and Bishop's respectively. 

Although the Senior Hockey Team's win loss record was not an envious one it was still 
a very satisfying season. 

W.E.S. 



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1st 

TEAM 

SCRAPBOOK 




Top Left: Coach Stableford. Top Right: Rod Heyd 
faces off against Glebe. 





Left: Clermont Veilleux and Benny 
Benedict. Right: Dodo again. Be- 
low: Steve Miller and Kevin Keyes. 





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Tim Farquhar in action. 





2nd HOCKEY TEAM 

Front Row: Alex Paterson, David Comerford, Tony Almudevar, Andy Assad, David Farquhar. Second Row: David 
Fox, Esq., Aik Aliferis, Chris Waller, Mark Eagle, Steve Heisler, Richard Parks, Les Bejkosalaj, Bob Schoeler, 
Alan Roberts. Third Row: Brian O'Connor, Mark Dale, Jean Beaudry, Charlie Lay. 



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SECOND HOCKEY RESULTS 



Ashbury vs. Selwyn House: 2-2; vs. Sedbergh: 5-2; vs. Greek Canadians: 2-8; vs. 
Sedbergh: 7-2; vs. L.C.C.: 1-2. 

Ashbury vs. L .C.C . : 2-7; vs. Stanstead: 5-5; vs. Selwyn House: 5-2. Ashbury finished 
2nd. 

Missing from team picture: Kevin Smith, Andy Brearton, Andrew MacLaren. 



SKIINGTEAM 




Up and Down: Graeme Clark, Philip Sellers, Ian Martin, Bernie Sander, Blair Mordy, 
David Beedell, Eric Konigsman. 



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THE CURLING TEAM 

From Left: Kevin Fraser, Gord Goudie, Stephen Suh, John Lund, E.E.Green, Esq., Ross Brown, David Welch. 



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TRACK AND FIELD 



Above: Bob Biewald and Martin Wos- 

tenholme - 200 m. 

Below: David Comerford and Michael 

Bravo. 





Below: Rod Heyd wins a 100m. heat. 



Above: The Hazards of Track; Steve Miller and 

friend. 

Below: David Green and Michel Langois - 400 m. 







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Bany Went, Paul Farquhar, Chris Molson and Andy Brown 




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SENIOR BROOMBALL 


Alexander House 


- 10 points 


CROSS-COUNTRY SKIING 


Perry House 


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SWIM MEET 


Woollcombe House 


- 35 points 


CURLING 


Woollcombe House 


- 10 points 


CROSS-COUNTRY RUNNING 


Alexander House 


- 35 points 


SENIOR SOFTBALL 


Alexander House 


- 10 points 


JUNIOR SOFTBALL 


Perry House 


- 10 points 


TENNIS 


Perry House 


- 20 points 


TRACK AND FIELD MEET 


Woollcombe House 


- 35 points 





Above: Tony Macoun judging the High Jump. 



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Left: Some took the meet seriously, 

Thady Murray. 

Below: Others, well . . . , John Francis. 





Perry House members look on as their team makes 
The Comeback against Connaught House. 




Benny Benedict attempts the sneak home. 



TOTALS: Woollcombe - 80 points 
Alexander - 55 points 
Perry - 45 points 

Connaught - nil 




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Steven Sun, Mr. David Palmer, John Mie- 
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tradition and it is a time for the fathers, 
staff and students to revive their school 
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with polite applause and enjoy the game 
over crumpets and tea. This year conced- 
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a gamely group of Ashbury friends who had 
65 runs all out. The Headmaster's side 
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THE MARKET PLACE 



The sign on the wall said: "Minimum 
charge 50 4 per person per half hour. " 

I sat across from the two old men listen- 
ing to their conversation. 

"I haven't seen Bob in a long time, but 
the last time I did, he was okay; he's got 
his own corner grocery store in mid- 
town. " 

"Why don't you go see him again?" 

"Are you kiddin'? The last time I 
dropped by he just threw me out. " 

The other old man scoffed. "Your own 
son. What do you think about that?" 

I smiled sympathetically as the two of 
them poured the last drops of their brown 
bagged bottle into their coffee. 

"I don't know; I figure he owes you more 
respect than that. " My words were, as 
usual, encouraging to them. 

"There, you see! He knows, he knows 
we deserve a little respect too. " 

Then they went into their usual discourse 
of how they weren't always the way they 
were now, and about how important they'd 
once been. 

I drifted away from their conversation; 
tonight was a boring night. They hadn't 
told me any new stories that I could laugh 
at; they hadn't even gone through their usual 
act of arguing to the point where they never 
wanted to see each other again and then 
making up again and promising that nothing 
would ever separate the two greatest pals 
in the world. Then came the usual inter- 
ruption as the manager approached the 
two of them. 

"Alright, that's about an hour, boys. 
Now you're going to buy another coffee 
each - otherwise you'll have to go. " 

Alex grumbled about finishing his first 
cup, but I decided I should leave. I got up 
and shook hands with Alex and Paul as was 
our custom and left them as they were try- 
ing to con the manager into giving them a 
few more minutes. 

So ended my weekly visit to the market 
place. I felt that being there and actually 
talking to people like Alex and Paul cleansed 
me of the staleness of my life. I was doing 



them a favour by giving them someone to 
talk to, and they gave me mild entertain- 
ment as well as an insight into a way of 
life so alien to mine. 

I didn't plan on visiting the market that 
week for a second time but the very next 
night I was drawn back. I didn't want to 
see anybody, I just wanted to be there. 
Amid the noise, dirt and confusion ... I 
enjoyed it as much as a child enjoys the 
exhibition which is as every bit as noisy, 
and filthy as any old market place. 

I was engulfed by the atmosphere . . . 
the beauty of this ugly world had me in a 
trance. Them screams penetrated my 
wandering mind; they were screams of 
help and my name was being called - not 
my real name - but the name I had Alex 
and Paul call me. 

I wheeled about and saw Alex running 
towards me. At another time I could have 
laughed at his attempt to run, but some- 
thing was happening, something I didn't 
want to face. 

"Nick! Nick! Help! They've got Paul. 
They're beating him . . . Come on! " 

What could I do? Turn my back on him? 
His kind meant nothing to me. Of course I 
could turn . . . except that this was the 
world I escaped to. My mind raced fran- 
tically. This could be a new adventure for 
me, the danger, the sweet danger I had 
never before experienced called me . . . 
But the risks; I wasn't part of this world. 
What was happening? 

Alex had my sleeve. 

THE READER IS INVITED TO CHOOSE 
WHICH OF THE FOLLOWING ENDINGS 
HE PREFERS: 

It only took a few steps until I realized 
what was happening. Paul lay on the side- 
walk, two young thugs over him, hammer- 
ing his body. 

I couldn't stop them! I tried to run but 
I couldn't. The mob of market people 
pushed me ahead of them. Like sharks 
frenzied at the scent of blood, they drank 
in the spectacle. I found myself inside the 
circle, part of the show . . . with Alex. 



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The logic of my life gave way to the in- 
sanity of this animal world. I couldn't 
think. I only acted. 1 ripped myself free of 
Alex' grip, and grabbed the foremost assail- 
ant and threw him back. He rolled on the 
pavement. 

The images of a thousand movies flashed 
through my head. I was the hero. I couldn't 
lose. My fist met the second man's face 
and he lurched back. I had won! I was the 
victorious gladiator. 

Suddenly the fiery pain in my back cata- 
pulted me into reality. I froze . . . The 
knife penetrated me again and again. 

I fell. There was silence except for the 
running feet. Alex stood above me. His 
dirty animal world had me now forever. 



I followed him. I didn't know Why. I 
couldn't think. 

Things were moving too fast. The mob 
of people disappeared at the entrance of 
the alley. 

One dark corner, another and yet anoth- 
er, he stopped. 

"What is it? Where's Paul?" My confu- 
sion was complete. He looked me in the 
eyes and the pain shot through my body as 
the blow caught me on the back of my neck. 
My legs gave under me. 

As I lost consciousness, I saw Paul 
smile at me. After all the times I'd 
laughed at them. 

JOHN MIERINS 



SHADOWS IN THE NIGHT 



He had a vague idea of what happened, 
yet most of his thoughts were clouded and 
disorganized. He had a feeling that he was 
being taken somewhere. But where? . . . 
the mist was gathering and knowledge left 
him. 

Despite the sense of urgency that pre- 
vailed in the cab of the speeding ambu- 
lance, the driver was unnaturally calm 
and composed. He didn't think about the 
heart attack victim in the back, nor did he 
care. To him, life and death were matters 
dealt with daily. Often the balance between 
them would be entrusted to his care. . . 
undoubtedly a tremendous responsibility, 
but to him very regular and routine. 

Outside the cab, the last lingering lights 
were being extinguished as the city oblivi- 
ous to one man's plight settled down for a 
night of sleep and security. There was no 
need for Dan Wilson to use his siren, for 
the streets were empty of traffic . All that 
could be heard in the ambulance was the 
hum of the engine and the staccatto wheeze 
of the respirator. 

Dan Wilson suddenly became aware of 
his partner in the seat next to him. He was 
sound asleep. Wilson felt a irresistable 
urge to wake him up. He was like that. It 



wasn't his fault, though - his job had done 
it to him. 

"Hey, Rookie! Wake up! called Wilson, 
with staged urgency. Leonard Carruthers 
shot bolt upright, instinctively prepared 
for any situation that might arise. 

"What is it?!" he replied. 

"Oh, nothing. Just thought I'd say hi!" 
Wilson mocked, breaking out in peels of 
laughter. 

"Bastard, " mumbled Carruthers under 
his breath as he settled back into his seat. 
But he couldn't sleep. There was some- 
thing bothering him. 

"Hey, Wilson. Will you answer a ques- 
tion?" 

"Sure, what's on your mind, Kid?" 

"How many . . . corpses have you 
brought in?" he asked, hesitantly. 

Wilson mused a moment, and his lips 
curled into a grin. Or a sneer, Carruthers 
couldn't tell which. "Six - hundred - and 
- eighty - five, " he said proudly, slowly 
and deliberately. "I've held the'company 
title for over four years! " he added. 

"Doesn't it bother you?" Carruthers 
Queried. 

"What doesn't?" Wilson absently replied. 
His mind wandered. He was tired of con- 
versation. Carruthers retorted briskly. 

"All those stiffs, you idiot, ain'tcha got 
any nerves?" he said urgently. He had to 
know but he was getting nowhere. 



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"Naaah, " was the empty reply. "I'm 
here for the coffee. " He laughed. 

Carruthers swore to himself. He leaned 
back and fell asleep. 

The mist had cleared, yet he had not re- 
gained complete conciousness. The deliri- 
um remained, yet he knew that it was his 
heart. He was aware of pain, of movement, 
and of the strange taste of pure oxygen. 
Suddenly it clicked. He opened his eyes, 
but everything was hazy - out of focus. 
There were no lights on, but he recognized 
the sound of the respirator. Someone was 
with him -just a shadow in the night. He 
wanted to speak - to tell whoever was with 
him to please hurry, please help. He had 
to live, he had to. But the words never 
came, just the clouds, the mist, and the 
dreams. 



clouded and he felt consciousness leaving 
him. He blacked out, the wheel wrenched 
from his grip, and the ambulance shud- 
dered, broke through the guard-rail, and 
moved swiftly into oncoming traffic. 

Dan Wilson had a vague idea of what had 
happened, yet most of his thoughts were 
clouded and disorganized. He had a feeling 
that he was being taken somewhere. But 
where?? ... he wanted to cry out for 
someone to please help, please hurry, but 
nothing came. The mist was gathering, 
and knowledge left him. All that remained 
was the dreams . . . and the shadows in 
the night. 

DAVID WELCH 



Wilson heard the steady snore of his 
partner beside him. He felt tired and 
slightly nauseous. His eye was caught by 
a familiar sign in the road ahead. It read 
"Hospital - 2 mi. ". 

Night shift was getting to him. His doc- 
tor had told him to retire before he was 
declared unfit for his job. "Doctors . . . 
humph, who needs 'em?" he thought. So 
he'd had a heart attack - so what? He was 
only forty. And besides he didn't take 
24 -hour duty any more. He contemplated 
retirement. Why not? He held the company 
record. Yes, sir, 685 would be hard to 
beat. He snickered. 

Should he wake Carruthers? No, he 
thought, let him sleep until he had an ap- 
propliate prank to play. Meanwhile all 
Wilson was concerned about was getting 
home to bed. His nausea was really both- 
ering him. He was tired too. And strangely 
breathless. 

Suddenly he felt alarmed. His chest hurt. 
The pain was spreading. He reached for 
his antacid tablets with his left hand when 
his arm was seized by a cruel, radiating 
pain. He cried out, or tried to, but all 
that emerged was a gutteral click - inaudi- 
ble to the sleeping ears of Carruthers. 

Wilson felt himself spinning. He tried to 
concentrate on holding the road. The pain 
was worsening and spreading. His vision 



HAIKU 



Golden aria 

Sing sweetly of your winter 

Oh! majestic swan 

ALFRED LI 



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AN ODE TO PROGRESS 

I pulled on my helmet and adjusted my 
ear phones underneath it. I checked my 
suit's operations at the test panel, and then 
walked through the security scan cubicle 
into the boarding cubicle. There I met my 
co-pilot Jim Harron. We joked as the 
boarding cubicle glided silently upwards to 
the track level. There we passed through 
another security cubicle, and then received 
a coating of disinfected spray as a pre- 
caution against international transfer of 
disease. 

All the formalities done with, Jim and I 
strode out to our craft. Its sleek, shiny, 
blue and green exterior reflected brilliant- 
ly in the bright sunlight. The train was 
smaller than usual, only 10 cars or about 
250 ft. in length. The assigned passenger 
list was not short. A list of 350 names was 
arrayed before us on the computer print- 
out. The people were seated in the squat 
navy blue cars each with its own thick, 
dark green stripe down the side. The cars 
stretched out like a snake, from the flat 
tapered nose of the locomotive, its air in- 
takes underneath, to the sleek uniformity 
of the chain of cars that stretched almost 
to the horizon. 

As Jim and I strapped ourselves in, the 
crew chief held up his digital slate and in- 
formed us that all was ready. Cockpit 
check followed. The maze of controls 
would have boggled the mind of the novice, 
but the procedure was really quite simple. 
I flicked on two switches, opened the 
throttle a 'titch, and depressed the starter 
button. A rush of air was just discernable 
as the engines started. A low whine in- 
formed us that the engines were warm and 
ready for use. I took the striped guard off 
the switches and flicked them on. There 
was a second vibration, a powerful shudder 
and the train became airborne as the hov- 
ering unit picked up speed. 

More buttons were pushed and the guide 
wheels of the train were engaged. 
The braking magnetoes kicked in automat- 
ically, as did the gyros and the train was 
ready for flight. The engines, liquid hy- 
drogen turbojets, were turning over nice- 
ly. The flight was flashed into the comput- 



er memory banks from the departure com- 
puter in the station. 

The glass canopy in front of us, through 
which we had just entered, whirred quiet- 
ly into position and locked. In went the 
connections for our breathing apparatus, 
followed by our communications inputs. 
The air connection supplied fresh air to 
enhale and sent the used air to the engines 
to be ionized, disinfected, and purified. 

The "Christmas Tree" at the side of the 
train's berth glowed green, and we started 
off. The braking magnetoes were disen- 
gaged and the train accelerated smoothly 
away from the terminal. Speed increased 
very quickly and soon we were rocketing 
along at Mach 1. This reduced speed was 
to be maintained while over land especial- 
ly near urban areas for safety's sake. As 
we passed the major urban centres our 
speed slid up to Mach 1.5. We flew closer 
and closer to the Oceunnel - the Atlantic 
Oceanic Tunnel System - main line. 

We neared the tunnel mouth, and the 
giant airlock opened to accept us. Imme- 
diately, the computer reacted by covering 
all windows but the windshield with navy- 
blue metal covers. In under a second the 
train was through the airlock and had 
passed from normal atmospheric pressure 
to less than half that. The reduction in 
pressure allowed the train to operate most 
efficiently increasing speed and saving 
fuel. 

The next part of the trip was the most 
important, at least to me. A system of ex- 
haust nozzles, slung overhead, were to be 
grabbed by the train and inserted over the 
engine exhaust. It was just ahead, and 
then the sensors indicated that it was 
properly engaged. I sighed, reached into 
the pocket of my suit and grudgingly 
counted off the munits I owed Jim. He 
grinned at me in victory and started to 
put the money in his suit pocket when it 
happened. 

It felt like my shoulders had been torn 
off in excruciating, biting pain. My head 
seemed ready to burst, my eyes bulged 
out, all I could thing was: "For Christ's 
sake let me black out . . . " My wish was 
answered as the blood rushed from my 
brain to my heart. The instruments before 



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me started dance, then swirl and spin un- 
til the whole scene was like a rippling 
pool of black water. Ever so slowly, as 
the pain increased to the threshold of 
numbness, I sank into a warm pool of 
peace. Blue, swirling, gray, black, gray, 
white nothing. The water engulfed me as 
I reclined into unconsciousness, soothing 
me into temporary euphoria. 

Suddenly, the pool evaporated, the wa- 
ters receded quickly leaving me dazed, 
uncomprehending and conscious. My ex- 
tremities were numb, my head was pound- 
ing with searing pain. My whole body was 
enrobed in throbbing discomfort. Move- 
ment was impossible. 



Mach 3 had destroyed most of the instru- 
ments. One digital readout survived. The 
message, though incomplete, gave us our 
answer. . . "TUNNEL BREACH . . . " 

We had stopped about 1500 feet from the 
nearest water tight door. If it was closed 
we were on the other side of the only 
block between us and trillions of gallons 
of water. Panic gurged in me, but was 
quickly replaced by sheer instinct. We had 
rehearsed the escape procedure method- 
ically in training. But unlike training we 
had no fictional passengers to take care of. 

1 opened the windshields, the tiny shards 
held in place by strong resin. Our equip - 




Gradually my senses cleared. Jim was 
looking over me, worriedly. He told me 
what had happened. The other cars had 
telescoped, folding in on another, cram- 
ming baggage and equipment into a space 
less than one twelfth the size of the origi- 
nal train. Like an unsuspecting mouse 
crushed by the unthinkable power of a 
mousetrap; it would be pointless search- 
ing for survivors. There were none. 

As my comprehension returned we real- 
ized that something was drastically wrong. 
What could cause a train to slam to a stop 
in less than one twentieth of its normal 
stopping distance. The crushing impact 
that had brought the train to a halt from 



ment, carefully stowed underneath the 
seats, though slightly squashed, was in 
good condition. 

Two waterproof outer suits afforded ad- 
ditional protection to those we already had 
on. Air bottles provided our atmosphere, 
and our safety was entrusted to what was 
now a shapeless pile of plastic sheeting. 
It was, when inflated, a three man escape 
bubble. A special gas catalyst would 
change the sheeting into semi-rigid com- 
posite material, tough and impermeable. 

Jim took the bubble and 1 the cylinder to 
inflate it, we started walking, walking to- 
wards the watertight door. As we ap- 



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proached we could see the stress -pain re- 
acting to the massive lead behind it. Col - 
ours swirled as points of greatest pressure 
fluctuated between various points. The col- 
ours red, greenish -yellow, blues, and 
most importantly, garish purples flowed 
and moved on the round portal. The col- 
ours like oil in water were constantly 
changing, but purple began to dominate. 
The pressure was constant on one point. 
As the purple increased so did the whine 
of the tortured metal. It screamed as the 
pressure contorted the straight steel door, 
ground against the flanges that held it, 
then burst. 

There was a loud pop, like a cork when 
it flies out of a bottle of champagne. We 
flattened to the wall and were pushed back- 
wards by the constantly expanding wall of 
water as the pressure was suddenly re- 
lieved. 

We were bracing ourselves for pressure 
we could not withstand. 

A second, then another, passed, untilthe 
entire tunnel was filled. We inflated the 
bubble, part -way so as to make it manage- 
able, and then ha If -walked and half -swam 
to the breach in the tunnel, then inflated 
it fully and got in. The rest of the gas cyl- 
inder was expended purging the water 
from the bubble. 

With no restraint, the bubble shot up- 
wards. A safety release automatically re- 
leased small amounts of gas as we shot 
upwards, to compensate for the increased 
pressure of the atmosphere in the bubble. 
As the bubble ascended we noticed the 
black -green sea surrounding us turn to 
lighter shades, then yellow as the sun's 



rays glinted through the wavelets. We sur- 
faced into a placid slowly -rolling sea with 
remarkable few clouds and a bright sun 
compensating for the cool wind. The bub- 
ble was pliable. We reformed it into a 
raft then we waited. 

Fate had saved us. We should have been 
killed with the others. Science had failed 
us but fate had not. Fate decreed that we 
should be in the right place at the right 
time. The computer had decreed by its set 
logic that the passengers should be where 
they were. Progress had served us 
well . . . 

The helicopter hovered for an intermin- 
able time. It bobbed, then settled into po- 
sition and dropped a rescue basket from its 
winch. We clambered in. As we were 
tugged up I kept thinking of how my report 
would read ..."... 350 lost in transit 
by action of computer ..." An ode to 
progress. 

John Lund 



HAIKU 

Tall tree; old 

Lady's fingers in the fall: 

The Maple. 

CONNOR O'NEILL 



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HUNTING THE MEMSAHIB 

"Naturally I shall be polite," said Mr. 
Sobers, "but I can hardly be expected to 
shake him by the hand!" 

"Good Lord! I certainly agree with you 
there," replied Lord Bridgeport, "but what 
exactly is it that happened between you?" 
As I recall, you used to be the best of 
friends. " 

"Well, as you know, last year I went for 
a spot of tiger hunting in the Poon-Jub," 
explained Sobers, "I brought with me all 
that any man could want to make him hap- 
py: thirty cases of the finest port brandy, 
a good stock of cheroots, plenty of darkie 
beaters (to flush the tiger out), the mem- 
sahib, of course, and 'my dear and trust- 
ed friend' - curse him for the sneak that 
he is - Kenneth Kennedy. 

"Oh Bridgeport! It seems so distant from 
that terrible place - here, in the club, 
back in dear old London. But it was differ- 
ent out there in the heat of that fetid, 
steaming Indian jungle. We were making 
our way toward Bengal; that's where the 
fattest tigers are to be found. We com- 
prised of a caravan of three elephants and 
a long column of darkies marching behind 
us. I, as the leader and outfitter of the ex- 
pedition sat atop the first elephant with 
Kennedy beside me. We were two hours 
from base camp when the bondah' turns to 
me and says, "I say, Sobers, Mary doesn't 
look like she's doing at all well atop that 
second elephant. " 

"Upon investigation, I found him to be 
quite correct; I thought it definitely to be 
a case of elephant sickness, or so it 
seemed at the time. At this point, the 
cheeky devil offered to ride with her to 
give moral support to the stricken Mary 
and to hold her lest she fall off the ele- 
phant. 

"When we finally got under way again, I 
noticed, much to my chagrin, that the dev- 
il was holding my Mary with a little bit 
more that just Platonic concern. But I 
quickly dismissed this idea as unworthy of 
me thinking he was worried for the dear 
girl's safety. 

"That afternoon we established camp by 
the banks of the river Kamasutra, and the 



main body of my servants and myself went 
off to bag a few tigers. Kennedy did not 
accompany me saying that the afternoon 
heat had given him a ripping headache. 
'Never mind, ' I thought, 'a few tigers will 
soon make you feel better, Sobers, old 
chap. ' 

"But it was not to be; the beaters and I 
must have looked under every leaf and 
blade of grass and still no tigers. My fail- 
ure to find any of the great cats put me in- 
to the most foul mood imaginable. Beaten, 
dejected and furious I returned to the camp 
and made straight for Mary's tent hoping 
that she might bring me comfort. When I 
parted the flaps of my tent, there was 
nothing but blackness. When my eyes final- 
ly adjusted to the light, I beheld the most 
amazing sight. There was Mary (oh dear 
sweet, innocent girl) and Kennedy (that 
vile, lecherous cur). Mary was half dis- 
robed, down to her petticoats and Kennedy 
was doing the utmost to remove the ones 
that remained. 

"I say Kennedy, what do you mean to do 
by removing my wife's petticoats?" I in- 
quired. 

"Good God, Sobers," says he, "the most 
frightful thing just happened. A huge and 
awful thing just happened. A huge and aw- 
ful insect crawled into Mary's clothes and 
I've got to find it before she is bitten. Now 
don't stand there gaping man, there's an 
undressed lady present; so if you consider 
yourself a gentleman, either turn your 
back or wait outside. " 

"At this point, I, feeling somewhat em- 
barrassed, spluttered: "What luck you're 
around to help out in these tricky situa- 
tions," and went dutifully outside. I sup- 
pose I should have smelled a rat when 
they did not reappear for nearly an hour, 
but at that time 1 dismissed the delay as 
Kennedy's efforts to soothe Mary. 

"That night Kennedy outdid himself in 
matters of chivalry by offering to spend 
the night in Mary's tent. How could I re- 
fuse such a noble offer?" 

"During the next day's hunt, Kennedy 
stole my thunder by bagging the only tiger 
of the expedition. But I could not hold any- 
thing against him since he had been so kind 
to Mary." 



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"That night, I wanted to congratulate my 
friend on his fine animal, so I made my 
way to Mary's tent in which Mary had re- 
quested Mr. Kennedy's presence lest she 
have another nightmare. When I entered 
the tent I was shocked to find Mary and 
Kennedy on the same bed, deshabille, in 
flagrant delictu, and the whole place was 
a positive shambles. I was shocked! I had 
not the slightest suspicion that this was 
going on; it was a total surprise to me. I 
began shouting and gesticulating wildly and 
tried to chastize Mary who, at this point, 
was tearfully telling me how this fiend had 
seduced her with such cunning that she was 
taken unawares. To him I roared, "Ken- 
nedy, you swine, you might as well stop 
while we're talking to you!" 

"So now you see, my dear Bridgeport, 
that is why I have arranged for Mary to 
stay with you while I bag some lions in 
Africa, for whe is so sweet and innocent 
and so easily taken advantage of. " 



"Not to worry, Sobers," said Lord 
Bridgeport, "at night Til stay by her side 
to ensure that no would-be Cassanova will 
try to steal your lady's honour. She'll be 
in very good hands. " 

PETER BIELICKI 



A SATIRE 

The sun was shining as Colonel Jim Smith stepped 
out of the American Institute for Nuclear Irresponsibili- 
ty. Today was a good day. The sun was shining down 
on America, the birds were singing and the faint aroma 
of apple pie wafted in the fresh air. As he reached his 
car, Jim found himself whistling "The Star Spangled 
Banner'. 

Meanwhile, in Moscow, Academician Boris Myrosh- 
nechenkov stepped up to the rostrum and slowly began 
his address to the Soviet Academy of Peace Through 
Re- armament to thank the comrades for the honour of 
the Lenin Peace Prize awarded to him for his work on 
nuclear weapons. He cleared his throat and began ex- 
toling the virtues of socialism and potato soup; he 
droned on and on until small bubbles of foam formed 
at the corners of his mouth. Finally, when his audience 
was sufficiently bored he dropped the bombshell: 

COMP MHRBAOPCHtK 3&P*lAbI AnOUETb! 

The statement shot around the world in an instant to 
the U. S. Department of Alien Surveillance. 
"What does ' 

CortP MHR&/10PCM6K 3&P*HbI AnOH£.Tb! 

mean?" asked the President. 

"Well, " Colonel Smith replied, "it is similar to 

AEH^rOMET CP0/1ET MWP TOfirPEHUH 

I'll feed it into the computer. " The computer buzzed, 
hummed, clicked and spewed out. 

"We . . . have . . . developed . . . atomic . . . 
warheads . . . capable ... of being fired . . . 
We . . Have . . no . . word . . for . . AflOHE-Tb. " 



"Oh my God, " screamed Colonel Smith. Sweat 
poured down his biow. "We've got to find out what 
it means. " 

Quickly he called the State Department Personnel 
Department and asked if by chance they had a Russian 
cleaning woman working for the government. No, the 
State replied, but they did have three Ukrainian dish- 
washers, two Estonians who did windows on Tuesdays 
and Thursdays and a Scottish cleaner whose grandpar- 
ents were born in St. Petersburg. 



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"Thanks anyway," Colonel Smith replied. 
What did the word mean? The word tor- 
mented his mind. He had never come 
across the word before, even when he was 
on duty to search for microdots in the Rus- 
sian pornography that was being shipped 
to the Bronx to subvert American youth. 
Absent-mindedly chewing his BIC pen, he 
took out the cartridge, tore up little 
pieces of paper, chewed them into little 
bits and again absent-mindedly let fly 
shots at the picture of the President. 

"I've got it!" he exclaimed. "ATOMIC 
PEASHOOTERS! " The Ruskies have got 
peashooters capable of being armed with 
nuclear war -headed peas!" 

Meanwhile, back in the U. S. S. R. , Boris 
was still thanking the Academy for all the 
great honours he had personnally received 
in the great classless state. By now, how- 
ever, the small bubbles had grown consi- 
derably and were now covering the micro - 
phone and were making his words very in- 
coherent. Nevertheless, in the typically 
Marxist fashion, he received hearty ap- 
plause from all the comrades when he had 
finished. 

At that instant, Colonel Smith knew in 
his heart that the U. S. S. R. was now arm- 
ing each of its soldiers with peashooters 
and a supply of nuclear peas. But what 
could the U. S. do? Suddenly it came to 
him. They must break the monopoly. 
There was a pea gap to be bridged. Quick- 
ly he ordered Research and Destruction to 
develop a nuclear pea. Sorry, they re- 
plied, all they had were radioactive arti- 
chokes. But they could make a messy 
weapon from hard-boiled eggs. 

"Keep working on it, men!" Colonel 
Smith exhorted. "The Fate of Mankind 
rests on our ability to come up with a 
powerful weapon. " 

Colonel Smith's worst fears were not 
unfounded. It was a matter of hours be- 
fore all the Soviet divisions along the West 
German border were armed with small 
green and brown camouflaged peashooters 



equipped with infra-red sights. Some even 
had semi -automatics having the ability to 
shoot several peas at once. Small mush- 
room clouds of smoke and fire would dev - 
astate areas of up to three metres in dia- 
meter. 

Back in Washington, Colonel Smith re- 
ceived a call from R and D. 

"We've done it, Sir! We've got defolia- 
tion spitballs that will destroy acres of 
Commie wheat. Also we've developed 
concussion carrots capable of sucking the 
oxygen out of a glass of vodka. " 

"Good work, men," Colonel Smith said. 
"You've done a great service to Mankind. 
Order the immediate distribution of defo- 
liation balls and concussion carrots to our 
fighting men. " 

The arms race was on. Soon each side 
had surface to air peashooters and pea- 
shooter silos hidden in wheat fields. The 
age of Vegetables of Mass Destruction was 
upon the world. Eventually, the weapons 
build-up was so great that each side saw 
it necessary to destroy almost all their 
weapons or sell them to fanatic tinpot 
dictatorships in Africa. But they destroyed 
themselves as well. Thus the world was 
left in ruins. Dead. Gone. Lost forever. 

Skeletons of people and skeletons of ci- 
vilizations stood as testimony to the self- 
ish and criminal lust for power. Lulled 
by his false sense of omnipotence, man 
played God. 

And there was no one to say stop. 

Did anyone ask the children if it was 
alright to destroy their day? 

IAIN JOHNSTON 



74 



POEM 

O great mountain let me see the things you do; 
Let me climb your coarse soil - 
Your jagged slopes: 
Let me see. 

Let me reach your lilting cold. 
Let me fight you - man against God. 
I'm coming nearer. Fight back! 
I'm beginning to see. 

PHILIP GRANT 



THE OUTSIDER 

The T. V. screen showed a group of thin 
ragged people with long sour faces. The 
newscaster's loud jacket caught the eye of 
the boy of fourteen, Peter, as he sat 
watching intently. In a bored nasal tone 
the newscaster explained the dispute bet- 
ween the ragged immigrants and the gov- 
ernment. The group continued to glare at 
the cameras while their plight was out- 
lined. Peter's round cherubic face ex- 
pressed his intense concentration on the 
newcaster's words. Across the dark room 
from Peter, slouched in a large armchair 
was Peter's Uncle Joe. His fat shiny face 
had a rosy hue which was the product of 
too many beers. 

"Those poor people, after what they 
have endured they should be given a decent 
welcome here," Peter said in a gentle in- 
nocent voice. 

"Damn foreigners," replied Uncle Joe 
in a low grating sneer. 

"Really, Uncle Joe, those people have 
given up everything to get to this country," 
said Peter compassionately. 

"I don't give a damn about those out 
siders. They probably never done a day's 
work in their whole lives. " 

"They often have Phd's and skills needed 
here. " 



Uncle Joe looked at Peter with a belligerent 
look in his glassy eyes. Joe had not gone 
beyond grade seven. His opinions of the 
educated and the educators was very low 
and made lower and offensive as his 
jealousy took control. 

"Look kid, this country's got all the peo- 
ple it needs, we don't need no more foggy 
minded parlor philosophers. " 

"But Uncle, they are poor and starving 
and likely to have nowhere to go. Why not 
just check their backgrounds. Perhaps they 
can do something useful like you or papa," 
Peter pleaded. 

Uncle Joe lurched to his feet with a 
belch. His anger was brimming; his teeth 
clenched to control his temper. To com- 
pare him and his profession - a part-time 
welfare recipient truck driver - to those 
people was too much. He walked across 
the room, glaring at Peter. 

"You listen to me. I said those bloody 
people are worthless, no good," he 
growled at Peter. 

"Uncle they can't," Peter began defiantly, 
"go back ..." 

The blow on the side of his head stunned 
Peter momentarily, then tears appeared, 
running down his cheeks. 



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"Boy, I know what this country needs and it ain't a bunch of self seeking lazy aliens," 
bellowed Uncle Joe. 
"Yes Sir," answered Peter timidly. 
"Why, when our ancestors immigrated to this country, they ..." 

CHRIS POWER 




SLICE OF LIFE 
THE LEGEND OF HIGHER STANDARDS 



The board is clear; but not for long. The 
teacher pensively reviews his notes, picks 
up the chalk, and the race is on! 

From the gate he races across the 
board, scribbling at a blinding pace; his 
competitors (the students) struggle to 
keep up with this seasoned veteran. Sit- 
ting on their chairs some of horses falter. 
It's early in the race but already you can 
hear a few swear words mumbled under 
their breath. The pages flip as if blown by 
a wind. 

The champ stumbles; the chalk breaks 
and falls to the floor, but no such disaster 
will cost him the race. With the precision 
of a pit crew he's back in the running. 



One hand on the chalk, another on an 
eraser the board is filled and wiped, filled 
and wiped, filled and wiped, thank god the 
champ is not an octopus. 

1 look at the time, we're coming around 
the club house turn and into the home 
stretch. Figures spill out in front of my 
eyes and into my head, and onto my note- 
book. 

1 look around and am amazed to see 
everyone is keeping up the pace. We're 
neck and neck into the finish line, three . 
two . . . one . . . Saved by the bell! ! 

As I leave the stadium I feel confident, 
like an athelete drilled to perfection . . . 
next year . . . the major leagues. 

JOHN MIERINS 



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THE DIVE 



Slowly Stephen Cane walked to the top of 
the cliff. He looked down and took a deep 
breath. He clambered clumsily over the 
top of the rocks down to where he was 
about to dive. He waited at that point and 
didn't move. 

"Come on Steve!", said a voice from the 
top of the cliff. 

"It's for five hundred grand remember. " 

Steven continued to look down ignoring 
the voice completely. Way, way below 
there was a shimmering ocean, green 
pool of water. It was so clear he could see 
the clouds reflected in it. "If I do this I 
will have broken the 1976 world record. ", 
he thought. He could bring himself round 
to diving. He flexed his bulging muscles 
in preparation for the jump. Even though 
the air was cool and breezy, sweat poured 
from Steve's forehead. His dark brown 
hair waved in the wind and his deep blue 
eyes continued to stare down two -hundred 
feet. 

"He won't do it", mumbled a voice from 
the top of the cliff. 

"I'll show 'em", thought Stephen. He 
continued to think this in his mind. He 
took a final breath. He closed his eyes 
slowly. Then he did it. He hurled himself 
out twenty -seven feet into clean, fresh 
air. But something was wrong. He could 
not keep straight. His quivering, brown 
body continued to plummet downwards 
into the deep gorge. The pool that looked 
so beautiful from 150 feet above now 
looked like a greenish sea monster pre- 
paring to consume the diver. Steve moved 
further off target as he fell. 

"Oh God, I can't look", said an anxious 
onlooker from the top of the cliff. 



"He'll never make it if he doesn't 
straighten out", cried his coach. "Point 
dammit, point. " 

At the angle Steve was approaching the 
water, he would probably die at impact, 
and if not, he would drown. 

"Get somebody down there in a boat and 
quick. " said coach Neil Paterson. 

"It's no use.", said another person. 

Then, there was a huge splash. Nobody 
watched as Steve entered the water. The 
coach got into the rescue boat which drove 
into the bay. 

"Where is he?" cried Neil. 

"Don't get your hopes up, coach", said 
the boat driver. 

"Hi coach", came a voice from behind 
the boat. It was Steve. He started to sink 
under water when one of the rescue men 
grabbed him and pulled him into the boat. 

"I'm number one, eh coach? Ha ha ha, 
I'm number . . . one! Yahoo!" 

"Yah, Steve you are number one. " 

"What's wrong coach, I mean with him?" 

"Don't know, but let's take him home 
quick. " 

The boat turned and left the gorge. In- 
side was the mangled body of Stephen 
Cane, the diver, screaming "I'M 
NUMBER ONE. " 

ANDREW JOHNSTON 



HAIKU 

Please let me wander, 
I can find my way within, 
Find yes, but entering 

SAMUEL CHIPMAN 



77 



THE JOURNEYMAN 

The sun is about to set, 
Darkness is on the threshold, 
Waiting for its sue to enter. 

On stage left, the darkness comes, 

Consuming all it passes. 

The scene is set; let the play begin. 

Ah, behold the players of the night. 
Alight, alight; there is much to do; 
Much to see; much to hear. 

Where is the star of the night? 

There; good, cast asunder among 

The currents of time. Struggling to be free. 

Drifting, slowly, with the eddies of space. 
But look, there is a tree. Will he? 
Can he; yes he does; the bank at last. 

Oh, but now who comes? Mortal or god? 
Two of them, can the worst be upon him? 
It is Aphrodite and Persephone. 

Look over there, they're tending his wounds. 
Aphrodite has taken pity on him. 
At last fortune has found him. 

Now his wounds are healed, 
And it is time to go; to wander. 
But will she let him go? 

The tide has changed. 

She now likes him too much to let him go. 

Is there no escape? 

Oh, but only now who comes? 

Could it be, could the prophecy be true? 

Yes it is, Zeus has come to help. 

He too has taken pity on this poor traveller. 

At last the bonds are free, he can go for now. 

But this poor traveller must return sometime inthe future. 

No sooner has he gone 

But the secret lover does 

His heart's desire. 

Goared by a boar, this poor traveller 

His youth ended; his time cut short. 

It is the end of his journey. 

Ah, but who mourns for Adonis? 

JOHN MOORE 



78 



I feel the gentle rain drops on my face, 

The warmth of new born sun atop the hill; 

To know such feeling is celestial grace 

With all its splendour in one simple thrill. 

The snow upon the rocky mountain sides, 

The large and mighty pillar of nature's strength; 

The oceans great with storms and monstrous tides, 

Yet filled with gentle things of different strength; 

All creatures on this earth, all beauty here, 

The undeniable, the tangible; 

To look, to see, to touch, to feel, to hear; 

This is to know, this is the findable. 

The thought of all mankind, his theories patched, 

Have not the two by two of nature matched. 

RICHARD SELLERS 



OBSERVATION 

She was sitting alone at one of the large plastic tables in the cafe- 
teria. Wrappings and other pieces of paper were numerous flecks 
on the bright red carpet that separated us. Her hair and complexion 
were mouse-brown but her face was full and well proportioned and 
lacking guile. On the bridge of her short thin nose, in the shallow 
crook before it rises to become a snub nose, rested a pair of strong 
glasses with thin brown frames. Her hair, parted in the middle, 
gave way to dark white skin with a healthy red glow shining through 
it. The glow extended the length of her face, most heavily concen- 
trated in her cheeks. The eyes were radiant and well-set but of 
spare design as was the mouth; the eyebrows and eyelashes were 
inconspicuous in their simplicity. 

CONNOR O'NEILL 



Many secrets you must know. 
Tell me now, 
Wise old rock 

BARRY WENT 



79 



AN ESSAY ON METRIC 

If only the creators of our language - 
"Officialese" it has to be called - would 
learn a little Latin before they debase both 
French and English. 

Metrification can only mean something 
to do with measurement, any kind of mea- 
surement. If they need a word to mean the 
converting of all measurement to a system 
based on counting in tens, then decimaliza- 
tion does at least have something to do 
with ten. 

The decimal system of counting and 
measurement seems to overwhelm all 
others, the argument being that is makes 
the arithmetic so much easier. Actually 
it is the most primitive system, being 
based on the practice of counting on our 
fingers and thumbs. In Roman numerals, 
the 'l's are the fingers, the "V" is the hand 
and the 'X' is two hands put together at the 
wrist. Indeed, the Romans, of all empire 
builders, were probably the worst mathe- 
maticians. With numbers they could do 
little more than count. An attempt to do a 
few grade III multiplication or division 
sums using Roman numerals will show why 
the logistics of the Roman armies proved 
troublesome: sharing was done echelon by 
echelon on a "one for you, one for me" 
basis. 

Almost 200 years ago, the philosphers 
of bloody revolution, in the name of what 
they called 'the Age of Reason', estab- 
lished a decimalization of measurement of 
length, weight, and coinage, among many 
other things; and their transatlantic bud- 
dies produced a decimalized dollar, a 
clumsy, poorly divisible thing that burdens 
pockets full of rarely used pennies of which 
many find their way into piggy banks and 
ultimately back to the bank after months 
out of circulation. (In wartime Washington, 
DC, the bus and streetcar companies had 
to make a coin of their own at three for a 
quarter, because the normal currency 
could not effect a convenient profit. People 



still worried about that kind of robbery in 
those days. ) 

Before the Romans, before Babylon, and 
before the Flood, the Sumerians evolved 
the earliest known form of writing, the 
first legal code, actual measurements of 
time, and the first coinage. For them, 12 
was a much better basis for counting than 
10. It has been suggested that they got it 
with five on each hand and one on each hand 
and one on each foot. The Sumerians were 
not as simple as that. Twelve was chosen 
on sound mathematical grounds. It divides 
by two, three, four, and six. Ten divides 
by two and five only. The Sumerian equiva- 
lent to the dollar was divided into 60 
smaller units so that it divided by two, 
three, four, five and six. We still use the 
Sumerian division of the day into two 12- 
hour stretches, and we still use their divi- 
sion of each hour into 60 minutes. 

It is true that we do not often have to 
share out time, but the ancient mathema- 
ticians also in their wisdom put 360 de- 
grees in a circle, and with these we have 
divided up the terrestrial globe, and our 
degree and our time measurements com- 
bine to make the mathematics of navigation. 

Decimalization of the circle would be ca- 
tastrophic. With a 100 degree protractor, 
an equilateral triangle or a hexagon would 
have angles measured as unmarkable re- 
curring decimals. Already with a decimal 
ruler it is impossible to divide a line into 
three equal lengths. 

Had we continued to count in twelves in- 
stead of tens, then arithmetic in twelves 
would have been as easy as in tens - as 
simple as twelve times five-pence equals 
five shillings. 

The present day switch to decimal (met- 
ric, they call them) units is dictated by 
the mechanization of commercial arithme- 
tics, most of the machines having been 
made to count in tens. The machines could 
just as well have been programmed to 
count in twelves. That way we could have 
been fully consistent, counting our time, 



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Beauty at Birks 



angles, length and cash in twelves and pre- 
serving the useful extra divisibility of all 
things. 

A dozen cakes or a bag of a dozen orang- 
es will in any case continue to be a good 
buy for a family of two, three, four, or 
six, and the dozen ought to be a long time 
dying. 

A dozen at a penny each used to cost a 
shilling. Three shillings a dozen meant 
three pence each. 

Is such arithmetic too difficult for the 
machine? 

BILL BYFORD, MASTER EMERITUS. 



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THE LAND OF THE ASHBURYITES 

. . . And it came to pass that I journey- 
to the land of the Ashburyites, which was a 
wondrously strange community on the 
rocky cliffs overlooking the Ottawa river. 

Now the people were divided among 
themselves onto those that ruled and held 
power and those that did not. And the 
rulers seemed older in the face and body 
than the subjects, but sometimes by their 
actions they betrayed their true mental 
age. 

And the subjects themselves were divid- 
ed into two groups: The young and the old. 
The youngsters wore a garb of Lincoln 
Green, and they lurked in the recesses of 
Sherwood Forest, the boundary of which 
was marked by a distinct odour. And when 
their numbers could be gathered for them 
to feel safe, their rulers would lead them 
in wild raids into the territory of the older 
subjects, and they would lay waste the 
banquet hall and commit sacreligious acts 
in the cathedral, and sometimes even the 
sweet air of the smoker's common room 
was pervaded by their reek. 

Now the older subjects paid not much 
attention to the merry little monsters but 
were content to leave them to their own 
devices, since they were annoying but not 
dangerous. The adolescents were clothed 
in fine garments for their rulers were 
certain that this was essential for the 
building of a fine upstanding character. 

The ruler of all rulers was a military 
man and his second in command was a 
military man. And the military discipline 
was imposed on the freedom -loving sub- 
jects. There was resentment in their 
hearts, and rebellion, as some shed their 
fine garments and came to dinner in jeans. 
And the hardened sinners and bold adven- 
turers who dispised all nonsense had fun 
on Friday night, a very grave breach of 
the laws of the land. But when they did 
dare laugh inside the cathedral they were 
made to stand fast for five minutes, 'till 
the wrath of the Lord had abated'. 
And myself the sojourner found only 



petty punishments for petty crimes, and 
the laws of the land needed updating, for 
the land was a feudal medieval island in a 
sea of change. 

And in the long routine that was time in 
the place I noticed that there were no fair 
females to lighten the hearts of the sub- 
jects who pained for companionship. And 
those who were most desperate did buy 
obscene magazines to alleviate the loneli- 
ness of their days. For the system of the 
land was not in accordance with the rules 
of nature which put the woman at man's 
side. 

Verily, Verily I say unto thee, brethren, 
that this land of the Ashburyites was a 
bureaucrat's paradise where nothing did 
ever change because no one knew how to 
commence the change. 

And it came to pass that the great lord 
and his barons did appoint peers as cer- 
tain subjects to help them rule. And the 
rulers did call them 'prefects' and the 
subjects called them 'traitors'. But they 
called themselves 'miserable' and were 
disatisfied with their lot. 

Now the land did have two types of sub- 
jects, those who came and plied their 
trade by day and vanished in the eve. And 
those were called gay boys for reasons 
which were obvious to those that did see 
them. And those that were unfortunate 
enough to have to stay in the land by night 
because of the great distance to their 
homes were called bawdies and they were 
the spirit of the land. 

And it came to pass that myself the trav- 
eller had to leave the land. 

And the sun grew dark in my eyes be- 
cause that place, though strange beyond 
compare, was not evil in its nature. 

And the day came when I left the land of 
the Ashburyites, and there was much 
speech-giving and festivity, and normal 
people were in attendance there, for the 
occasion did involve their offspring. 

And I left in my father's carriage, and I 
felt none the worse for the experience . . . 

PAUL DEEPAN 



82 



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GARNEAU STREET 

Garneau Street is the street that I drive 
down every day on my way to work. Its up- 
per end is a modest residential area; all 
neat little houses, freshly painted with 
short white picket fences enclosing small 
but well kept gardens. The lower end was 
called "The Chute"; a broken -up jumble of 
houses, some of them shacks that people 
in my department of the government call 
"low income housing". 

Driving through Garneau Street one 
morning on my way to work I stopped at a 
red light at one of the intersections in 
"The Chute". On one corner was the va- 
cant lot full of broken glass, gravel and 
dirt that served as a playground for many 
of the 'Chute' children. Directly opposite 
that was the abandoned gas station. It was 
boarded up now, the only remnants of its 
trade were the short stumps of cut off 
piping where the fuel pumps used to be, 
and a faded, old "Golden Eagle" sign that 
creaked in the breeze. The two signs of 
life on the corner were the sleazy, little 
confectionary moated by trash and the 
leaves from the street, and the St. Jean 
Baptiste pool hall which was equally slea- 
zy-looking but seemingly bustling even at 
this hour in the morning. The tall spire 
of the imposing gray church on the other 
side of the pool hall dominated the neigh- 
bourhood. 

I was at this red light waiting to go when 
a girl appeared out of a phone booth at the 
corner and stuck her thumb out for a ride. 
As I was only about three car -lengths in 
front of her I honked and gestured and she 
ran to the door, opened it and flopped down 
into the front seat beside me. 

"I'm only going downtown", I said. 

"Oh that's O. K. that's where I'm going, 
too", she answered. 

Her voice was high-pitched and nasal 
toned; her mouth was full of pink gum. 
Nicotine stains on her lower lip and the 
otherwise gaudy colours on her face made 
her a spectacle difficult to handle at 8:30 
in the morning. Nevertheless, there was 



something immediately attractive about 
her to me and I could not convince myself 
otherwise. 

Over the course of the twenty minute 
drive downtown we dispensed with the 
mandatory topics of the weather and the 
standard of living today and she told me 
that she was on her way back to the Youth 
Centre having slept the night in the pool 
hall. 

"Why did you do that?" I asked 

"Do what?" she asked back. 

"Spend the night in the pool hall. Isn't 
that a bit odd?" 

"Whaddya mean 'odd'? Christ, 1 was so 
stoned I couldn't move. Mike and Larry, 
the bartenders, let me sleep in a cleaning 
closet. " she intoned. 

1 was about to ask if it wasn't terribly 
uncomfortable but 1 saw that it didn't real- 
ly matter to her. She looked as if she had 
slept in a closet; her dusty denim overalls 
and the stringy, gnarled hair combined to 
give her the appearance of a pathetic mess. 

And yet I was attracted to something in 
her. Some kind of reaction had taken place 
within that short period of time and I had 
to know more about her. I found myself 
wishing she was different - somehow nic- 
er, more innocent - and from one of the 
nice houses on the other end of Garneau 
Street; far away from the Chute. 

Suddenly I found myself in a parking 
space at my office, preoccupied and star- 
ing at the red brick wall in front of me. 

"Well, here we are. Thanks for the 
lift. " She said as she opened the door and 
turned to get out. 

"Wait! 1 want to see you again. Where 
will you be tonight?" I blurted it out quick- 
ly and was embarrassed I said it. 

"Down at the pool hall," she said with 
a smile, "I'm usually there after supper. " 

The day at my desk were on more and 
more slowly as I thought about going there 
and seeing her again. I fantasized again 
and again about reforming her and by the 
end of the day I had a powerful image of 
the way I wanted her in my head. I left 
work early and went home, continuing to 



84 



iwaunoumn 



dream of a future that we might have to- 
gether well through dinner. 

It was 7:30 when I entered the pool hall. 
I had never been in there before but I im- 
mediately noticed its poor repair. The 
old brown door with the broken push -bar 
lead to a corridor which was painted half 
light green and half the same brown as the 
door, both of which were peeling. I walked 
towards the only open door I could see, at 
the end of the corridor, and entered into 
the bar and pool room area. 

The birght bulbs burning were only 
sporadic flecks of light in the darkened 
smoky hall. The song on the juke box also 
hung in the air, as if trapped by the cigar- 
ette smoke: 

"This coat is torn and frayed, 

Its seen much better days; 

Just as long as the guitar plays, 

It'll steal yer heart away. " 
It was sung by some country and western 
star with the usual exaggerated drawl and 
stilleto twangs of the steel guitar thrown 
into every relief possible. 

The stocky man behind the bar served 
me, took my tip and grumbled about some- 
thing as he shuffled off to the cash regis- 
ter. 

Then I saw her. She was over at the 
other end of the bar talking to another girl 
who was also wearing jeans and brandish- 
ing a large pool cue. She had fixed herself 
up since this morning and looked radiant 
even behind the near opaque smag which 
was between us. 1 desired her more than 
ever. 

1 waved and moved to see her. After buy- 
ing her a drink we continued talking and I 
could not help feeling that she was the one 
for me. Even while she tittered over the 
fact that they didn't bother to check her 
I. D. at this place anymore. I was deciding 
that I would take her away tonight or not 
at all. 

Standing there amidst that din of noise 
and smoke 1 resolved that we would be to- 
gether from then on. I lifted my head and 
spoke excitedly: "Come with me tonight. 
I'll take you away from this. " But she was 



not there anymore. Instead, her friend in 
the tight, red sweater with the pool cue 
was standing there opposite me. 

"Sure, where d'ya wanna go? Your 
place?" 

She had the same high nasal voice and 
was just about the same age as the girl of 
my dreams who was now climbing the steps 
to the back door in the arms of another 
man. 

1 stood there drinking until I finished and 
then I left. 

CONNOR O'NEILL 



CHAINS 

I am forever bounded by 
my conscience. 
I am restrained from my 
true self by morals 
and standards. 
My inner self is 
never shown. 
It is resting within. 
I am forever prisoner 
to an outer wall 
of dignity and decency. 
The menace only dares 
to rear its head in 
the form or disguise 
of other madness. 
The ultimate total 
bliss to throw down 
my chains of morality. 
To experience the 
compassions and feelings 
of total freedom. 
Ah, but to let one's 
acts and feelings run 
wild with no bounds 
or limits 

ERIC BLAKER 



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Puffing in the molting pines, and resting 
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Watching my face and the sun gutter 
Out over a piece of tired water. 




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A 




GOLDS (FOR EFFORT IN ALL AREAS OF SCHOOL LIFE) 



8A 



D. M. Alexander 


8K: 


D.W. Keith 


6: J. A. Bociek 


T. 


B. 


Dallett 


F. Cadieux 
N.A. Dumont 


8L: 


J. P. Posman 
S. Khare 


J.G. Booth 
N. E. Davies 


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J- 
C. 


Feeley 
Futterer 


J. A. Fraser 




M.A. Molozzi 


R. K rammer 


s. 


B. 


Matthews 


K.N.J. Hunt 




N. D. F. Olsen 


A. M. Morton 


R 


R. 


Moore 


R. G. Tamblyn 


7A: 


R. H. Peppier 

J. H. Heggtveit 
R. G. Latta 
T. G. Sellers 
M. G. S. Willis 


5: A. D. Bursony 

7: P. A. Bokovoy 
J. McMahon 
D. Young 












M.L.T.S. (80% OR BETTER) 










8A: 


D.J. Froese 


T. G. Sellers 










7A: 


F. Cadieux 
R. G. Latta 
J. H. Heggtveit 

6: J J. A. 

J.G. 

N. E. 

K.D. 
5: A.D. 

E.J. 

S. B. 

J.c. 


D. Moonje 
7: P. A. Bokovoy 
J. McMahon 

Bociek 
Booth 

Davies 

Wood 

Barsony 
Feeley 
Matthews 
Simpson 









R. Szirtes 



HOUSE CAPTAINS HOUSE STANDINGS 

Sr. Dragons - S. K. Grainger Hobbits - 984 Jr. Dragons - M. F. Blair 

Sr. Goblins - D. M. Alexander Dragons - 918 Jr. Goblins - K.A. Henry 

Sr. Hobbits - R. G. Tamblyn Wizards - 885 Jr. Hobbits - R. G. Latta 

Sr. Wizards - S. A. Burdett Goblins -861 Jr. Wizards - L. Habets 



TOP HOUSE POINT WINNERS 

D. M. Alexander 59, N.A. Dummont 58, R. G. Tamblyn 57, P. A. Bokovoy 51, J. H. 
Heggtveit 51, I.J. Wesson 47, S. B. Matthews 47, F. Cadieux 45, K. M. Carter 44, D.W. 
Keith 44, S. K. Lavery 44, R. G. Latta 42, M. G. S. Willis 42, M. F. Blair 40, B. Stants 
40. 



LIBRARIANS 



F. Cadieux 
M. A. Molozzi 



D.W. K. Stone 
D.W. Keith 



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1977 JUNIOR ASHBURIAN STAFF 



EDITORIAL 



Fabrice Cadieux 
Nicky Dumont 
Kevin Hunt 
Staff Advisor 



Editor 

Ass't Editor 

Photography 

T. C. Tottenham 



As the editor of this year's Asburian, I 
would like to tell you, who will read these 
pages, that we wrote them for you to make 
you participate in that spirit which we en- 
joyed all year long - the spirit which 
makes Asbury different. Different, first of all, from any other school because it is both 
traditional and new, both old and modern. And I believe that it makes each one of us 
different not only for the time we are at school but also in the future. Ashbury is pre- 
cious, therefore, as a guardian of the old valours and, to change the image, as a bea- 
con of progress: A link between a past which we honour and a future for which we prepare 
adventurously. 

We would like this work to be an expression of what we feel towards Ashbury - a worth 
which shall be a link between last year's more formal magazine and next year's book 
whose contents have yet to be lived in all their diversity. We hope that this aim has been 
achieved and that these lines may be part of the inheritance which endures. 



THE STUDENT COUNCIL 



FABRICE CADIEUX 



The Ashbury Junior School Student Council met every Wednesday in the 8K classroom 
at 10:10 a. m. , Mr. Crockett's memory permitting. At the meetings we discussed (1) 
Sleeping in on weekends (2) Dances (3) Outdoor education (4) Academic tests (5) Tuck- 
shop hours (6) Bathroom doors (7) Caulking on the windows of 8L (8) The possibility of a 
Junior Football Team (9) Dress for canal skating (10) Saturday night films (11) Jeans (12) 
Water polo instead of skating (13) House teams (14) More outdoor sports in phys ed. 
(Mr. Sherwood's note: "Nonsense!") (15) Fewer first team practices (16) Monitors in 
prep. (17) Whether prep time is long enough for homework given (18) Washer and dryer 
for the Junior boarders (19) Weekend bedtimes (20) Summer dress (21) A Junior School 
'grub' day. 

The main purpose of the Student Council is to enable students to talk informally with- 
out teachers present but in a constructive way about any problem that affects the life of 
the community. Mr. Crockett got the meetings going, then left. Nick Dumont was the 
chair person who kept discussion moving, made sure each person was heard and who 
reported to Mr. Sherwood. At first, the meetings tended to be slow, but as confidence 
increased the talk became quite lively. The Student Council has no legislative power and 
is purely advisory; even so it is good practice in hearing and being heard. 

NICK DUMONT 



THE MONITORS 
1976-1977 

Back Row: I.J. Wesson, 
N. A. Dumont, C. G. 
Sherwood. 

Front Row: B.C. Stants, 
D. M. Alexander, 
M. H. E. Sherwood, Esq. 
R. G. Tamblyn. 



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■II 




THE 



BOARDERS 




Life in the Wing by Nicolas Dumont 

Boarding for two years at Ashbury has been a good experience. One learns how to co-operate 
with others or even just to live and let live. The main responsibility falls on Mrs. Watt. Knock 
on her door any time of the day she's bound to be there. She takes care of all appointments and 
she lets us use her phone. On various occasions she provides 'treats'. She is always ready to 
listen or merely to chat over a cup of tea. Thank you, Mrs. Watt - you're one big reason why 
boarding has been OK for me! 

Our house tutors, Mr. Mitchell and Mr. Polk, get us out of bed and put us back into bed with 
monotonous regularity. Their patience and good humour and, in particular, Nick Polk's sense 
of logic, keep us going and makes us aware that our excuses for being late are often pretty 
flimsy. 

Boys with a 'gold' - that is - boys who are making a good academic effort can study on their 
own - even while watching Star Trek or Gilligan's Island. On Saturday nights, we often send 
out for pizza. The T. V. room is also a backgammon and monopoly center. Once Mr. Humphreys 
organized a fondue party that was a great success. 

Another memorable occasion was Mr. Babbitt's hallowe'en party. Everyone put on masks or 
disguises and after eating a huge dinner at the Babbitt's house went knocking on doors. Of 
course, every year on the wing starts with a weekend at Mr. Sherwood's cottage on Blue Sea 
Lake. This trip really introduces the new boys to the old so that by the end of the weekend the 
new boys don't feel so new. 

Along with my subscription the NAC 1 haven't had a bad time at all! 

Photos by Kevin Hunt. 



Top Left: Didler Des- 
Jardins. Top Right: 
Mitch Rosenberg, 
Ron Bock, David 
Alee, and Ian Wes- 
son, Bernie Sander, 
Mike Assante and 
Nabil Chaya. Lower 
Left: Steve Flam, 
Mitch Rosenberg, Jim 
Posman, Alberto 
Futo, and Andy 
Clyde. Lower Right: 
Ian Wesson and 
Pancho Futterer. 




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ASHBURY CHAPEL 

Sunday evening congregations were treated to a kaleidoscope of preachers during Ash- 
bury's eight -sixth year. Two former Chaplains returned - the Reverends Ed Atwell and 
Bevin Monks. Seven priests of the Ottawa area spoke - Fathers Bolton, Playfair, Chris- 
tie, Thomson, La Charite, Abbott, and Cowan. From Toronto came Canon Evans and 
Father Erb. We also heard from a student, a master - Robin Hinnell, an evangelist 
Brian Allan, and a football player - Gerry Organ. The pattern of Evensong each Sunday 
was enriched by Christmas and Easter Carol Services, the showing of the Canterbury 
Cathedral film and participation in the special service in Christ Church Cathedral to 
mark Her Majesty's Jubliee. 

All monies offered in the Chapel Services are forwarded to worthy causes. This year 
the Sunday night donations amounted to $821. The Wednesday morning collections, 
which began in February realized $259. From other sources came $338. This $1418 has 
been shared by such organizations as World Relief Fund and Qacha's Nek. In addition 
the Qacha's Nek Mission received the proceeds of a lottery. Thousands of postage stamps 
were handed in and on two occasions we collected canned goods for a local social service 
agency. Gratitude is due to the student leadership which made things happen and the 
school at large for its response. 

Highlights in the year were the presentation to the Bishop of thirteen persons for con- 
firmation on June 4th and the "Mission" conducted by Brian and Cindy Allan in November. 
Brian and Cindy are a delightful young couple who wonderfully exemplify the Christian 
life. Their visit to Ashbury made a deep and appreciated impact. Brian's evaluation of 
the week appears on page 97. 

Instrumental in making the Chapel function successfully are the Choir Director, the 
Chapel Committee, the Altar Guild, the Choir Mothers, the Sidesmen, the Singers, the 
Musicians, the Servers, the Readers and a host of others. Each and every contribution 
is valued. The Chaplain is extremely grateful to everyone who assisted in the worship 
and work of the Chapel. 

E.E. GREEN (Chaplain) 



BELOW: Canon Woollcombe in the 1920's. 




Below Right: Mr. Joyce and Canon Woollcombe's 
gTandson, Mr. Stephan Woollcombe, January, 
1977. 





8 A, Back: Sherwood, 
M. H.E.; Wirth, C.H.; 
Copping, J.H.; Du- 
mont, N.A.j Marcus, 
S, G.; Cadieux, F. 
Middle: Hunt, K.N. J.; 
Beamish, R.A.j Car- 
ter, K.M.; Reece, 
M.F.; Chander, S. 
Front: Adams, T.G.; 
Wollaston, P.S.j Tam- 
blyn, R. G, ; Alexander, 
D.M.; Wesson, I. J.; 
Froese, D.J.; Stone, 
Sherwood, Fraser, 
Coetzee. 




8K, Back: Crockett, J.S.; Holmes, J.W.; Palme, M.J.F.; Burdett, S.A.; Neville, L.j Mitchell, 
M.S.; Konrad, R. Middle: Wilson, H.; Cardenas, C.A.; Nunn, J.T.; Aguilar Silva, M.; Freeth, 
M.S.; Bayley, J.F.; MacArthur, R.A. Front: Futo, G, ; Gormley, B.D.; Posman, J. P.; Chaya, 
A. J.; Raina, D.; Keith, D.W.; Clyde, A.J. 



8L, 4th Row: Peppier, R.H.; Mie- 
rins, J.M. ; Stants, B.; Murray, 
S.P.; Lavery, S.K. 3rd Row: Mo- 
lozzi, M.A.; Khare, S.; Morrison, 
B. R.J.; Kennedy, D.W. C; San- 
der, B. C . 2nd Row: Rosenburg, 
M. ; Olsen, N.D.F.; Daniels, 
J.M.; Milstein, S.M.; Baron, P. 
1st Row: Shearly, J. A.; Willis, 
C.P.; Cleary, J.M.; Kriegler. 



Photos by Kevin Hunt. 



94 





7A, Back: Lemvig-Fog, D.I,; Lister, J.R.; 
Feeley, B. M.j Sellers, T.C.; Babbitt, 
C.W.; Bock, R.S.; Kayser, S.L.; Nipper- 
dey, A.C.C.; Baxter, J. B. Middle: Willis, 
M.G.S.; Binavince, M.A.; Gamble, D.R.j 
Maclsaac, M.P.; Futterer, M.A.jHeggt- 
veit, J.H.; Ruddock, M.H. Front: Kyssa, 
A.j Moonje, D.; Sarvass, G.J.; Latta, 
R.G.; Naisby, S.B.; Grainger, S.K.C. 




7, Back: Kellerman, M.j Pelltier, D.P.; Shewchuck, T.; Chamandy, B. K.; Brown, A. P.; Gray, R.I. Middle: 
Wickens, S.R.; Cavanagh, N.j Khan, A.K.; Lister, A.; Frietag, H.A.; Campeau, B.H. Hoerman, W. Front: 
Rolfe, S.S.; Bokovoy, P. A.; Horwood, D.; Evans, A.W.j Young, D.; Blair, M.F.; McMahon, J.; Rohonczy. 




6, 4th Row: O'Dwyer, 
P.R.J.; Cogan, H.T.; 
Humphreys, J.H.; Ed- 
monds, R.H.; Alee, D. G. 
3rd Row: Downs, J.S.; 
Bociek, J. A.; Wood, 
K.D.j Cohen, M.J.; 
Tremblay, D.j Hunter, 
A.S. 2nd Row: Shipman, 
S. J.; Davies, N. E. ; 
Booth, J.G.; Masson, 
S.D.j Bucker, R.j 
Kramer, R. 1st Row: 
Holmes, M. G.j Flam, 
S.E.; Habets, L.j Assante, 
J.G.M.; Morton, A.M.; 
Mac La re n, A.M.; 
Peakall. 



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Back: Arroyas, P.R.A.; 
O'Dwyer, M.C.T.; 
Dallet, T.B.; Totten- 
ham, T.C.j Simpson, 
J.G.; Desjardins, D.; 
Culleia, E. Middle: 
Fuller, S.A.; Moore, 
R.R.; O, Brien, A.; 
Redekopp, B.A.; 
Smith, B.A.; Henry, 
A.K.; Matthews, S. B. 
Front: Barsony, A.D.; 
Feeley, E.J.; Szirtes, 
R.; Koswoj, N.; 
Futtere, C.C.; Baird, 
M.W.; Thomas, A.W. 



THE N.A.C: ALADDIN 

On Wednesday, February 16, Mr. Babbitt and Mr. Tottenham took the grade five and 
six classes to the National Arts Centre to see the marionette show ALADDIN, 

We left after the fifth period on the school bus. When we arrived a man took our 
tickets and guided us to our seats in the Opera House. Then, the lights dimmed and the 
show began. It was a colourful show with over one hundred lifesize marionettes which 
were all hand made. The cave scene was spectacular. The stage was in darkness and 
only the faint outline of Aladdin and the green and blue fluorescent bats and spiders could 
be seen. There were several other interesting marionettes such as a two-headed dragon, 
a camel and a snake with a flickering tongue. Our thanks go to Mr. Babbitt and Mr. 
Tottenham. 



THE BABBITT'S HALLOWE'EN PARTY 

All the boarders who stayed at the 
school on the Hallowe'en weekend were 
invited to the Babbitt's house at 5:30. 

After a tremendous supper we found 
costumes that we liked in the basement. 
Then we embarked on our trick or treat- 
ing for nearly two hours. 

When we came back to the Babbitt's we 
ate some of our candy (of which we had 
piles), watched television and played pool. 
Before we left Mr. Sherwood told a famous 
ghost story. 

Many thanks go to the Babbitts for a 
happy, and filling evening. 

JONATHAN DOWNS 

BLUE SEA LAKE 

When we got to Blue Sea we set up the 
tents and a few of us went swimming and 
out in the boats which were made available 
to us. 



While most boys slept inside some of us 
slept under the stars but had to rush in 
when it began to rain. 

The next morning we had a filling break- 
fast of eggs, bacon and toast. Mr. Beedell 
split us into teams and we were sent on 
his orienteering course. A bit of theft was 
involved unfortunately, as markers were 
taken off posts. A very bad joke indeed. 

At five o'clock Joe Sherwood came over 
and took us waterskiing. That night Mr. 
Sherwood and Mr. Humphreys showed 
their talents as they cooked dinner. After, 
we had a campfire and toasted marshmal- 
lows. Then into the sleeping bags for 
another night's sleep. 

The next morning was beautiful but it 
was our last day at Blue Sea. Before we 
left, we had another waterski and a nice 
lunch at Joe Sherwood's cottage. Then 
back to Ashbury for another school week. 
Thank you Mr. Sherwood and Joe Sherwood. 

IAN WESSON 



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THE GREAT EXCHANGE 

We started out on Sunday at noon travelling by bus with the Appleby Soccer team and 
Mr. Sherwood. We arrived at the school at seven thirty in the evening. Some of us 
boarded at the school while others stayed in people's homes. 

The next day we witnessed some of the ordinary life at Appleby College. We went to 
class and were taught by the Appleby staff. We found the day very long. We took part in 
some of the games after school. 

On Tuesday we embarked on a day long field trip with the Appleby equivalent to Ash- 
bury 's 8L class. We saw Oak Ridges Moraine and the highly productive vegetable grow- 
ing area called the Holland Marsh. Then we carried on with our trip to St. Maria among 
the Hurons. 

We left early Thursday morning by train for Ottawa and arrived back weary, but 
happy. Being one of the lucky ones that took part in the exchange I would say we all had a 
terrific time and will remember it for a long time. 

MICHAEL REECE 




THE ASHBURY MISSION 

The week's mission began with the "Un- 
der Attack" session. This event in itself, 
from my point of view, at least, was an 
interesting way to begin and held within it 
the opportunity for both students and staff 
to question the entire enterprise. 

However, it had its drawbacks as well, 
for it seemed that the mission never left 
the context of an under attack situation so 
almost every classroom encounter con- 
tinued in the same vein. This could have 
been one of the contributing factors to what 
what Mr. Lister calls "too easy answers" 
as any answer is concerning the existence of God or proof of the Risen Christ, under 
such circumstances, are bound to seem trite! 

From my side of things, the real heart of the mission took place in the brief moments 
between classes, at lunch, and after school, where the students talked freely about the 
"REAL" problems they faced and wondered how to deal with and if Jesus had anything 
to say to these specific situations. These included such concerns as adolescent sexuality, 
the constant competitive drive of a school such as Ashbury, failure in such an atmos- 
phere, and the lack of love that many students felt from their parents. 

The mission, then, in my eyes was a great success, not because anyone was changed 
or converted (that's God job - not mine) but because of these precious moments of being 
able to speak realistically and freely with the boys who really cared about the quality of 
their lives and not only about themselves or the facade of a full life. For facing the truth 
of life instead of the truth about life is what leads one on to real maturity and manhood. 
Only the brave, the bold, the courageous are strong enough or mature enough to reach 
for and accept the freedom and responsibility that Jesus has to offer. 

BRIAN ALLAN 



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FATHER SON NIGHT — 

Father -Son Night was held on January 
27th and was, as usual, a success. Dads 
competed against their offspring in ping- 
pong, curling, volleyball, ball hockey, 
sockee (an original Ashbury invention), 
and chess, then recover by having a quick 
drink before going into a roast beef feast. 
Thanks to Mark Taticek and his dedicated 
staff who work so willingly and so well. 
After dinner, everyone attended the finals 
of the public speaking sompetition in Ar- 
gyle Hall. This year, Graeme Clark won 
the senior division and Tim Webb won the 
junior - both of them doing the assigned 
topic: "Together we shall ..." Neil 01- 
sen won the Junior School division on the 
topic of the seal hunt. 

Father -Son Night always leaves happy 
memories for those who participate and 
Tony German is to be congratulated for his 
organization. One word of criticism: some 
mothers would like to hear the public 
speaking finals. 

D.D.L. 







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MR. BEE DELL'S FARM 

On Friday, November 5th, many junior 
boys made a most enjoyable trip to Mr. 
Beedell's farm. We left the school at 9 
a. m. and arrived about 40 minutes later. 

On arrival most of us charged into the 
barn and up onto the hay pile. Within min- 
utes a huge hay fight took place with hay 
flying in all directions. Those with hay 
fever must have had a tough time. It was 
getting a bit wild when who should appear 
but Mr. Beedell to invite us to go orien- 
teering. It was fun orienteering but Feeley 
II and Wood got lost in the woods but were 
safely found again. After orienteering we 
had a marvelous lunch of hot dogs followed 
by games of soccer and volleyball. Mr. 
Sherwood organized one of his 'capture the 
flag' games, then it was back into the barn 
for more fun in hay. The day passed very 
quickly and we all had a great time thanks 
to Mr. Beedell and his fun farm. 

KENNETH WEED G. 6 





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Director of the Junior School, Mike Sherwood, 
English, and, Right: Bill Babbitt, English. 




Above: David Polk, English and 
Geography. 





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Above: John Beedell, Science and 
Outdoor Ed. Left: Nurse Hamilton. 




The Junior 



Below: Tim Tottenham, History. 




Left: Jim Humphreys, French. 
Below: Bob Gray, Phys. Ed. 








Left: "I said I do 
NOT want to be the 
Ashburian centre- 
fold! " Scott Crock- 
ett, Mathematics. 
Right: Mrs. Grace 
Linn, Remedial 
Reading. 







Top: The Junior wing. Left: Mrs. Nan 
Watt, Matron in charge of boarders. Be- 
low: Mrs. Betty Babitt, Mathematics. 





SNOW BOUND: THE AMHERST TRIP 



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Our annual meeting with Amherst took a different 'twist' this year. Since it was Am- 
herst's turn to host the hockey match, we had to make a long, eight hour drive. Every- 
one was sure the trip would be a success; the weather looked great and spirits were high. 

The first sign of a problem occurred when we had to slow down because the heavy 
snowfall made visibility poor. We crawled along until forced to stop in a place called 
Mannsville -Manor. Our troubles were compounded by a faulty oil pressure system. 
Luckily, we ground to a halt in front of the town's fire hall rescue station where they had 
set up a dinner benefit for people who were stranded. Although the rescue squad was not 
there, the townsfolk provided a good hot meal which was very welcome in the cold and 
stormy weather that showed no signs of abating. The snow had been falling quietly all 
day and already it was close to a foot high. Somehow, we managed to forage our way to 
Watertown where we decided to spend the night in a motel. Next morning, to our dismay, 
the bus would not start so we were again stranded. The snow had fallen continuously 
through the night and it was still going strong when we woke up. In order to get breakfast 
we had to ride in an ambulance through blowing drifts to a comfortable, little roadside 
diner. Once more, we relaxed. 

It was in this way that 
we got all of our meals 
for the next few days. 
Everyone enjoyed him- 
self immensely. 

On the trip down, the 
three hockey teams were 
getting "psyched up" for 
the coming hockey 
games, but since we 
could not make it to Am- 
herst, we turned our 
energies to something 
else - bowling! We dis- 
covered a bowling alley 
three-quarters of a mile 
away, vacant of any busi- 
ness because of the 
snow. The owners were 
very kind to us especial- 
ly when they learned 
about our predicament. Since they had no other business, they decided to let us bowl free 
of charge. The weather grew steadily worse and the wind was so strong at times that 
you could lean back into it without falling over! Without the bowling we would have been 
hopelessly bored and totally miserable so we owe our thanks to the proprietors of the 
bowling alley for making our stay more enjoyable. 

Two days later the snow had not let up and everyone began to feel a bit dull. Indeed, 
the food was running low because the restaurant could not get in supplies. There hap- 
pened to be another place close by which had enough food but not enough servers. Lucki- 
ly the U. S. Army had been called in and they lent a hand with Mr. Gray and Mr. Sher- 
wood and a few students. Despite our growing boredom we quickly made friends with the 
army who were very nice, friendly people with a great sense of humour. The next day, 
to everyone's relief, the snow let up sufficiently to enable us to leave, the bus driver 
managed to get the bus going, and we returned to Canada. Great was the joy of our 
friends and parents. 




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Mr. Gray and Mr. Serwood deserve a 
special vote of thanks because they re- 
mained calm even when half of us fell sick 
one night. Our American hosts proved that 
'entre amis' is still a meaningful phrase 
especially in this the year after their 
bicentennial. KURT CARTER 

THE SCIENCE DEMONSTRATION 

On Tuesday, February 17th. Ashburyhad the honour of receiving a visit from Mr. 
George Vanderkuur from the Science Centre in Toronto. He gave two demonstrations, 
one each for the Junior and Senior Schools. The demonstrations mainly covered basic 
principles. One consisted of dropping two balls onto the Argyle stage to show that the 
force of gravity is constant. Another more complex arrangement shot a dart at a falling 
paper squirrel; the trajectory of the dart and the height of the target were perfectly 
matched. Then Mr. Vanderkuur stood on a rotating base and changed his speed by bring- 
ing his weighted hands in close to his sides, like a skater. The final demonstration 
filled a bag of tissue paper with hot air; when released it made an impressive 'thump' on 
the ceiling. 

James Puttick with Tim Adams 





Mr. Vanderkuur in action. 



THE ELMWOOD-ASHBURY DANCE 





Photos by Kevin Hunt. 




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SPORTS 



ASHBURY HOSTS SOCCER TOURNAMENT 




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ASHBURY VS ST. JOHNS 
RAVENCOURT 



L. - R. : Hal Freitag 

keeps his eye on the 

ball. 

Below: Todd Sellers. 



Photos courtesy Bill Brennan The Citizen. 



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Cesar Cardenas 



Below: Mike Reece 




Below: Cesar Cardenas 



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A SEA TO SEA SOCCER TOURNAMENT 

The first-ever Independent Schools Under -13 Soccer Tournament was held at Ashbury 
on October 7th, 8th and 9th. Ten competing teams played a total of 23 games with semi- 
finals and finals played on Saturday Morning. The schools represented were St. 
George's, Vancouver, Ridley College, Hillfield-Strathallan, Appleby College, St. John's 
Ravenscourt, Winnipeg, Selwyn House, St. George's Toronto, Lower Canada College, 
Hallifax Grammar and Ashbury. 

The boys from Winnipeg, Halifax and Vancouver were billeted with Ashbury families 
while the 90 remaining boys stayed at the School. On Thursday evening the boys at the 
school saw a recent science -fiction movie and on Friday, they saw some excellent soccer 
movies including a new Pele film. The National Director of Coaching for the Canadian 
Amateur Soccer Association spoke to the coaches at an informal dinner on Friday eve- 
ning. 

Under the guidance of Ted Marshall, a full-size field was marked on the football field 
and as a result, with the use of our other full-size field, we were able to play 2 games 
simultaneously and use the smaller soccer field for warm-up. Six games were played 
Thursday afternoon and 14 on Friday. 

The ten teams were divided into two groups of 5 and each group was played as a round - 
robin. This gave each team four games in the first two days. The winner and runner-up 
in each group entered the semi-finals which were held on Saturday morning. The winner 
of group "A" - Appleby, met the runner-up in group "B" - Hillfield-Strathallan and the 
winner of group "B" , Selwyn House, met St. John's Ravenscourt. The results were: 

Semi-finals - Appleby 7, Hillfield 2 

Selwyn House 2, St. John's 1 

Finals - Appleby 3, Selwyn 1. 



The trophy was presented to the Appleby captain by its donor, M. H. E. Sherwood, at a 
lunch on Saturday afternoon. 

At a meeting of Coaches on Friday evening, it was agreed that the tournament was a 
success and should be continued on an annual basis at differing venues - possibly in the 
West every third year. 

Mark and his staff saw to the inner needs of our guests very capably and the housekeep- 
ing staff were on hand to prepare the accomodation for over 100 people. 

All in all, it was a hectic time for those in the Junior School involved, M. Sherwood, R. 
Gray, J. Humphreys, and S. Crockett - but they do have a year to recover! 





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1st SOCCER 

Back Row: D. R. Gamble, B. D. Gormley, R. H. Peppier, K. M. Carter, B.A.C. Stants, 
M. Aguilar, S. C. Cardenas, M.J.S. Crockett, Esq. Front Row: J. P. Posman, M.A. 
Futterer, S. K. C. Grainger, D.M.A. Alexander, Assistant Captain; J. M. Daniels, Cap- 
tain; M. F. Reece. Absent: T. G. Sellers, C.G. Sellers. 









RESULTS 








Sept. 


22 


Ashbury vs. 


Selwyn House 


2 


- 5 


Lost 


Sept. 


25 


Ashbury vs. 


Bishop's College 


4 


- 


Won 


Oct. 


14 


Ashbury vs. 


Sedbergh 


4 


- 


Won 


Oct. 


16 


Ashbury vs. 


Stanstead 


3 


- 2 


Won 


Oct. 


23 


Ashbury vs. 


Appleby 


2 


- 5 


Lost 


Nov. 


5 


Ashbury vs. 


Appleby 


1 


- 6 


Lost 


Nov. 


6 


Ashbury vs. 


Crescent 


2 


- 4 


Lost 



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FIRST SOCCER TEAM 



The First Soccer Team began the season 
with only one practice to get them ready 
for their first game against Selwyn House, 
and unfortunately we lost. 

During our second game, fate was kind- 
er as we shut out Bishop's College School. 
This was followed by our first road trip to 
Montebello where we shut out Sedbergh. In 
this game, when our alert coach switched 
his goalie for a forward, the goalie - 
turned -loose scored a goal! The second 
game on the road was against Stanstead on 
a very cold and blustery day. As expected, 
the wind was a very important factor in the 
game, and no matter how hard the ball was 
kicked into the wind it would just float back 
past the spot where it was kicked. With the 
wind advantage in the second half we just 
managed to pull off a win. 



Our big road trip to Appleby was a gal- 
lant effort to conquer the stampeding Ap- 
pleby team but we were without luck. Ap- 
pleby dealt us a crushing blow. Our last 
game of the season was the next day at 
Crescent under extremely cold conditions. 
Crescent proved to be a good running and 
heading team - a fact verified by their 
sound win. 

Although the number of goals for the 
team was what it has sometimes been in 
previous years, I'm sure that everyone, 
including Cardenas (the top scorer) enjoyed 
himself and felt he was representing Ash- 
bury to the best of his ability. Our thanks 
to Mr. Crockett for his excellent coaching 
as well as for his sense of humour. 

Kurt Carter 



SECONDSOCCERTEAM 



Sept. 


22 


Ashbury vs. 


Selwyn House 





- 5 


Lost 


Sept. 


28 


Ashbury vs. 


Sedbergh 


D 


- 2 


Won 


Oct. 


12 


Ashbury vs. 


Sedbergh 


1 


- 


Won 


Oct. 


20 


Ashbury vs. 


Selwyn House 





- 4 


Lost 


Oct. 


23 


Ashbury vs. 


Appleby 





- 4 


Lost 


Nov. 


4 


Ashbury vs. 


Sedbergh 


3 


- 4 


Lost 


Nov. 


5 


Ashbury vs. 


Appleby 


1 


- 3 


Lost 


Nov. 


6 


Ashbury vs. 


Crescent 


1 


- 7 


Lost 



This year was hard and we only won two games. Our opposition was extremely tough. 
We had our glory at some points and our disgrace at others. We had trips to Montreal, 
Toronto, Oakville, and Montebello. On behalf of the second team I would like to thank 
Mr. Gray for his coaching. 



David Moonje 



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Back Row: R.I. Gray, Esq. , D. D. Moonje, J. H. Heggtveit, S. A. Burdett, S. 
Chander, S. L. Kayser. Front Row: I.J. Wesson, J. T. Nunn, S. B. Naisby, N. 
Chaya, M. H. Ruddock, S. Khare. Absent: A. K. Khan, Captain; J. M. Mierins. 

3A SOCCER 




Back Row: M. P. Mac- 
Isaac, S. P. Murray, S. 
K. Lavery, R. B. Konrad, 
R.S. Bock, A.J. Clyde, 
J. H. Humphreys, Esq. 
Front Row: M.G.S. Wil- 
lis, B.R.J. Morrison, 
M.S. Freeth, R.G. 
Tamblyn, Captain; T. G. 
Adams, C. P. Willis, D. 
D. Young. 



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3A-3B SOCCER 



Ashbury vs. 
Ashbury vs. 
Ashbury vs. 
Ashbury vs. 
Ashbury vs. 
Ashbury vs. 
Ashbury vs. 



Appleby 0-0 (3A) 

Appleby 2-0 (3B) 

Appleby 0-3 (3A) 

Appleby 0-4 (3B) 

L.C.C. 0-6 (3A) 

Appleby 0-1 (3A) 

Crescent 4-2 (3A) 



Back Row: J. M. Cleary, M.S. Mitchell, J.W. Holmes, 
R.A. B. Beamish, D. W. C. Kennedy, J. H. Humphreys, 
esq. Front Row: P. K. Baron, I. R. Rohonczy, P. A. 
Bokovoy, M. A. Binavince, C. H. Wirth, Captain; J. A. 
Fraser. 



This year the 3A soccer team 
was very successful. A good 
choice was made in our 
goalie, a six-footer who 
could scare any of the other 
teams forwards. The full- 
backs played well along with 
the halfbacks. The forward 
line always tried hard and 

even though they were not always rewarded for their efforts they never gave up. Mr. 

Humphrey's theory was that it did not matter if we won or lost as long as we enjoyed the 

game and played well. On behalf of the team I would like to thank Mr. Humphreys for 

his support and enthusiasm. 

Sean Murray 

3B 

The 3B soccer team had a very successful season, although, because of bad weather, 
very few games were played. Everybody on the team played with good spirit and enthu- 
siasm. Mr. Humphrey's voice and presence always carried onto the field and was a real 
'lift' to all of us - indeed, he could be called a twelfth man. 



The captain, C.H. 
Wirth, and the whole 
team thank him for his 
effort. 



4th SOCCER 

Ashbury vs. Sedbergh, 
won: 1-0. Ashbury vs. 
Sedbergh, won: 1-0. 
Ashbury vs. Appleby, 
lost: 2-5. Ashbury vs. 
Crescent, tied: 3-3. 
Leading scorer: Casey 
Futterer with 4 goals, 
followed by David Alee, 
Sandy Morton and Sky 
Matthews with 1 goal 
each. Sandy Morton. 

11C 



Back Row: T.C. Tottenham, esq. , H. T. Cogan, L. L. H. 
Habets, R.D. Bucker, E. Calleia, A.M. MacLaren, A. S. 
Hunter, D.G. Alee. Front Row: S. B. Matthews, A. M. 
Morton, B. A. Smith, C. C. Futterer, A. K. Henry. A. R. 
O'Brien, M.W. Baird. 






winter 
sports 



Photos by Kevin Hunt. 




THE JUNIOR HOCKEY TEAM 



Back Row: M.H.E. 
Sherwood, Esq, J. M. 
Cleary, S.P. Murray, 
B.A. Stants, Capt., 
J.F. Bayley, E.R.J. 
Morrison, M.S. 
Freeth, M.J.F. 
Palme. Front Row: 
D.R. Gamble, S.l 
Kayser, S.K.C. 
Grainger, I.J. Wes 
son, Vice -Capt., 
M.A. Binavince, 
D.D. Young, K.M 
Carter. 




Ashbury vs. 


Kingston 


Lost 


7-6 


Ashbury vs. 


Kingston 


Tied 


2-2 


Ashbury vs. 


Kingston 


Lost 


3-2 


Ashbury vs. 


Stanstead 


Won 


9-1 


Ashbury vs. 


Bishop's 


Won 


4-3 


Ashbury vs. 


Lakefield 


Won 


3-1 


Ashbury vs. 


Bishop's 


Lost 


4-2 


Ashbury vs. 


Stanstead 


Lost 


5-3 


Ashbury vs. 


Lakefield 


Won 


3-2 


Ashbury vs. 


L. C. C. 


Won 


5-1 



BISHOP'S VS. ASHBURY (5-5): 



During the first week of March, our un- 
der 13 team left for Montreal to play in 
the annual L. C. C. tournament. Four 
schools - L. C. C. , Selwyn House, Bishop's 
and Ashbury competed. 

LCC VS. ASHBURY (1-3): 

Our first match started out fast and 
goalie Gamble was called several times 
to make dazzling saves off the strong 
shooters of the other team. Binavince 
also made spectacular back checks to 
stop rival rushes. Young scored our first 
goal after the other team's goalie made a 
bad error in clearing the puck onto his 
stick. Then Bayley, who played outstand- 
ing hockey for Ashbury, tallied twice to 
make the final score 3-1 for us. 



Right from the opening face -off Bishop's 
were flying. Until Ashbury got its attack 
going, we were held in the game by ex- 
cellent goaltending from Kurt Carter. 
Near the end of the first period Ashbury 

opened up a two goal lead. From then on the game was tied at 2-2, 3-3, 4-4. In the last 
minute of play, Ashbury went ahead 5-4 but Bishop's scored on a screen shot with only 
30 seconds left in the game. 

Bayley got our first goal with a brilliant shot. In the second period Pepler scored twice 
on rebounds after Kayser and Binavince had led rushes from our own end. Grainger 
scored our fourth goal and Young the fifth - a shot which almost won the game for us. 

SELWYN HOUSE VS. ASHBURY (4-0): 

The third game brought together the two best teams of the tourney for the title. Ash- 
bury was up for the encounter. We knew we would have to skate, shoot and pass our best 
if we were to beat Selwyn House. The first period started off very fast with Selwyn 
House passing and shooting very well and they scored three quick goals. In the second 
period, Gamble made some spectacular saves to keep Ashbury within striking distance. 
Our forwards had an off game and could not generate any goals to lessen the margin. 
The final score was 4-0 for Selwyn House. 

The coaches and the players of Ashbury wish to thank LCC for their hospitality in 
hosting this well organized and thrilling tournament. 



THE KINGSTON TRIP 

For the third year in a row, our first and second hockey teams returned to Kingston to 
take part in a three game tournament. 

The first team did not do so well since it lost all three of its games by scores of 7-6, 
3-3, and 3-2. They are to be forgiven, I suppose, because the opposition were all 6'4" 
tall. Everyone played his hardest. Ian Kayser, in fact, played two first team games and 
three second team games! 

The second team played very well winning their tournament. The scores were: 6-6, 
7-4, and 8-6. 

We stayed at the 401 Inn in Kingston which is owned by Mr. Denton Johnston. He sup- 
plied our food and the rooms which were first class. One of the highlights was the ban- 
quet at the end which all four teams attended. 

On behalf of all of us, a most sincere thank you to Mr. Johnston for his great kindness. 



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THE SECOND HOCKEY TEAM 

Back Row: R.I. Gray, Esq., D. D. Moonje, D.M. Alexander, R.H. Peppier, C.G. Sherwood, J.W. 
Holmes, S.K. Lavery, T. G. Sellers, T. Shewchuk, D.G. Alee, M. G.S. Willis, S.B. Naisby. Front 
Row: K.M. Carter, B.D. Gormley, A. Lister, H.A. Freitag, J.M. Daniels, J.T. Nunn. 

THE THIRD HOCKEY TEAM 

Our third team had a pathetically unsuccessful season this year. 

Although we had a superb coach we lost three games out of three! We would have had 
two more games againt Amherst except that we got stuck for five days in Watertown. 
The games went like this: Ashbury vs. Sedbergh - 0-6, Ashbury vs. Appleby - 1-3, and 
Ashbury vs. Appleby - 1-6. 

Too bad we never made it to Amherst! 

Alex Hunter 

Back Row: J.S. Crockett, Esq., B.A. Smith, M.W. Baird, S.B. Matthews, A.S. Hunter, H.T. 
Cogan, P.R. J. O'Dwyer, A.W. Evans, D.G. Alee, J. G. Simpson, Front Row: L.L.H. Habets, 
A.M. MacLaren, A.K. Fienry, E. Calleia, A.W. Thomas, S.E. Flam. Absent: A.M. Morton. 





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winter 

turns 

to 

spring 




sports 



Above: Mark Wollaston, 
Below: Michael Holmes 



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comes 



and 
after 

ski 
day 



daffodil day 
and then 



Above: Mark Ruddock. 



Right: Mr. Sherwood and 
Andy Evans, Steve Mill- 
stein. 



Below: Can you tell us? 
Photos by Kevin Hunt. 





Above: Tim Dallett. 
Below: David Alee. 



summer 





INDIVIDUAL WINNERS 

1) Young (Goblins) - 34pts. 

2) Willis II (Hobbit) - 24 

3) Grainger (Dragon) - 22 




Left: Brian Stants receives the Alwyn Cup for Junior School track 
and field and The Athletic Cup for the greatest all-round contribu- 
tion to Junior sports. He earned 27j pts. on sports day. 

RESULTS 

MIDGET 

100M. 

1) Young (Goblins) 

2) Grainger (Dragons) 

3) Ruddock (Hobbits) 
3) Bock (Hobbits) 

200M 

1) Willis II (Hobbits) 

2) Grainger (Dragons) 

3) Young (Goblins) 



400M 

1) Willis II (Hobbits) 

2) Binavince (Wizards) 

3) Hunter (Wizards) 



800M 

1) Binavince (Wizards) 

2) Moonje (Goblins) 

3) Willis II (Hobbits) 



HIGH JUMP 

1) Moonje (Goblins) - ties rec. 3'10" 

2) Grainger (Dragons) 

3) Calleia (Wizards) 



LONG JUMP 

1) Young (Goblins) - rec. 

2) Morton (Hobbits) 

3) Grainger (Dragons) 



13'2" 



SOFTBALL THROW 

1) Young (Goblins) - 

2) Bock (Hobbits) 

3) Kayser (Hobbits) 



rec. 145'3" 




JUNIOR 

100M 

1) Cardenas (Wizards) 

2) Gamble (Wizards) 

3) Kennedy (Wizards) 

200M 

1) Gamble (Wizards) 

2) Peppier (Dragons) 

3) Mierins (Dragons) 

400M 

1) Peppier (Dragons) 

2) Willis I (Dragons) 

3) Stone (Wizards) 

800 

1) Peppier (Dragons) 

2) Campeau (Dragons) 

3) Stone (Wizards) 

HIGH JUMP 

1) Mierins (Dragons) 

2) Cardenas (Wizards) 

3) Futterer (Goblins) 

LONG JUMP 

1) Cardenas (Wizards) - rec. 14*6' 

2) Peppier (Dragons) 

3) Kennedy (Wizards) 

SHOT PUT 




Top: Paul Baron. Below: (1) Kurt Carter (2) Duncan Alex- 
ander (3) From Left, Dan Young, Ron Bock, James Baxter, 
Howard Cogan, Mark Ruddock. 







1) Gamble (Wizards) - rec. 

2) Cardenas (Wizards) 

3) Shewchuck (Hobbits) 



33'3" 



DISCUS 

1) Gamble (Wizards) - rec. 88*11" 

2) Carter (Dragons) 

3) Nunn (Dragons) 

INDIVIDUAL WINNERS 

1) Gamble (Wizards) - 38^ pts. 

2) Peppier (Dragon) - 32 pts. 

3) Cardenas (Wizards) - 29 pts. 





SENIOR 

100M 

1) Stants II (Goblins) 

2) Freeth (Goblins) 

3) Gormley (Wizards) 

200M 

1) Palme (Wizards) 

2) Stants (Goblins) 

3) Holmes I (Wizards) 
3) Freeth (Goblins) 

400M 

1) Palme (Wizards) 

2) Murray II (Goblins) 

3) Alexander (Goblins) 

800M 

1) Molozzi (Goblins) 

2) Palme (Wizards) 

3) Alexander (Goblins) 

HIGH JUMP 

1) Holmes (Wizards) 

2) Alexander (Goblins) 

3) Rosenberg (Hobbits) 

LONG JUMP 

1) Gormley (Wizards) 

2) Molozzi (Hobbits) 

3) Baron (Hobbits) 

SHOT PUT 

1) Konrad (Dragons) - rec. 35 '3' 

2) Stants (Goblins) 

3) Lavery (Dragons) 




DISCUS 

1) Konrad (Dragons) - rec. 

2) Holmes (Wizards) 

3) Kellerman (Hobbits) 



94 '5' 



INDIVIDUAL WINNERS 

1) Stants (Goblin) 

2) Palme (Wizards) 

3) Konrad (Dragon) 



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271 pts 
27 pts 
20 pts 



Below: Jeff Mierins. Can you spot the 
hidden face? 



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Above: Gideon 
Sarvaas. Left: 
Robert MacArthur. 
Right: John Fraser. 
Far Right: J. 
Heggtveit. 






9 pm: Jamie Lister. 
Noon: Danny Raina. 
4 pm: Hal Freitag. 
7 pm: Steve Masson. 



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PRIZES IN THE JUNIOR 
SCHOOL 



Left: THE WOODS SHIELD (for an outstanding contri- 
bution in academics, athletics, and character) being 
awarded to Duncan Alexander by Mme Leger. 




THE POLK PRIZE FOR POETRY 
READING: Awarded by Currie Mahoney to 
Nicholas Dumont. 



Left: Neil Olsen receives the CHARLES 
GALE PRIZE for Junior Public Speaking 
from Mrs. Mahoney. 




FORM PRIZE WINNERS: Sky 
Matthews, John Booth, Peter Bo- 
kovoy, Steve Lavery, Bob Latta, 
Jim Posman. 

Photos by Kevin Hunt. 




Above: Jim Posman and 
Dietmar Froese - General 
Proficiency. 





AWARD OF MERIT WINNERS: 
Jeff Simpson and Mike Blair 
(above) and Marek Molozzi 
(right) for diligence, effort and 
improvement. 




THESE PRIZES WERE ALSO AWARDED: The Thomas Choir Prize - Mark Ruddock. The 
Clifford Cup for an outstanding contribution to the House - Nick Dumont. The Wright 
Music Prize - Chris Willis. The Coyne Prize for improvement in French - Kurt Carter. 
The J. M. Hilliard Memorial Prize - Duncan Alexander. 



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THE CHOIR 

Back Row: A. W. Thomas, M.C.T. O'Dwyer, R. G. Latta, M.F. Blair, M.P. Maclsaac, A.J. Clyde, M.H. Rud- 
dock, D.G. Alee, P. A. Bokovoy, B.R.J. Morrison. Middle Row: J.M. Cleary, S.K. Lavery, I.J. Wesson, Rev. 
E.E. Green, A.C. Thomas, Esq., R.G. Tamblyn, N.A. Dumont, K. M. Carter. Front Row: P.R.A. Arroyas, 
J.G.M. Assante, S.B. Matthews, C.P.Willis, N. Kosowoj, G.J. Sarvaas, S.E. Flam. 

THE FULLER'S BOAT 

One Sunday near the end of last term the Junior boarder wing was invited for a day on 
Captain Fuller's boat, "Blackjack". 

The "Blackjack" was once an old tugboat, but has been fixed up beautifully, It is 92' 
long and 12' wide with an upper and a lower deck. The lower deck consists of a main 
cabin and a galley. 

When we left the marina, we headed for Pinney's Bay for lunch. The trip took about an 
hour and a half. 

We got to the bay without incident and dropped anchor. Thereupon Mr. Humphreys be- 
gan to cook us a lunch of hamburgers. A few boys changed into their bathing suits, in- 
cluding that portly and genial lover of comfort, Thomas Futo, who promptly leapt in with 
a huge splash followed by a terrifying scream; the water was only 55 degrees. Simon 
Fuller was the next person in but many boys who had changed just lounged around the 
rest of the day. 

Simon took some of the boys for a ride in the lifeboat which was hooked onto the back 
of the "Blackjack". He couldn't really go far because Pinneys Bay is very popular and 
many people anchor their boats there for lunch. 

We also had fun climbing up the ladders made of cable right up to the crow's nest. 

After an hour or two in the Bay we pulled up anchor and headed back for the marina. 
We all had a terrific time and what's more we all learned the difference between port 
and starboard (left and right . . . er . . . right and left?) Many thanks to the Fullers 
and to the teachers who came with us. 

Jim Posman 

The Annual POETRY READING CONTEST was held towards the end of the school year 
in Argyle. 

10 finalists had been chosen by their forms. It was encouraging to note that about 50 
boys tried out for the contest. 8A - Carter and Dumont. 8L - Morrison and Rosenberg. 
7A - Binavince and Ruddock. 7 - MacMahon and Wickens. 6 - Davies and Wood. 

The winners were: (1) Dumont (2) MacMahon (3) Carter and (4) Ruddock. Well done 
to all boys who participated! 



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122 Juniors entered the EIGHTEENTH ANNUAL ASHBURY COLLEGE JUNIOR SCHOOL 
CHESS TOURNAMENT - which amounts to about 87% of the school. The class finalists 
were: 

8A - Wollaston vs. Marcus (w. Wollaston) 
8K - Aguilar vs. Keith (w. Keith) 
8L - Baron vs. Lavery (w. Baron) 
7A - Willis vs. Kayser (w. Willis) 
7 - Brown vs. Lister (w. Brown) 
b - Wood vs. Habets (w. Habets) 
5 - Futterer vs. Barsony (w. Barsony) 

Keith vs. Baron won by Keith who played Woolaston (w. Wollaston). Willis vs. Brown 
won by Willis who played Habets, the winner of Habets vs. Barsony. Willis beat Habets 
and so Wollaston and Willis met in the final. Willis won. 



LITERARY 



THE CLEARY WEEKEND 

On May 27th, 14 boarders and 4 teachers waited patiently for Mr. Beedell to return to 
Ashbury with the van so that we could all go the Cleary's for the weekend. A phone call 
at 4:30 informed us that Mr. Beedell was searching for a lost student in the bush so, 
with the help of Mr. Crockett, Mr. Sherwood and Mr. Humphreys and Mr. Thomas, we 
packed everyone into cars and took off. In spite of car trouble and loss of directions we 
managed to make the 60 mile journey by 6:30. An hour later, we had eaten, cleaned up, 
and put up our tents. 

At 7:30, we gave Mrs. Cleary a spider plant and some good glasses because it was 
her birthday. 

At 8:00 Mr. Beedell arrived with Jim Cleary, Mitch Rosenberg and the canoes. 

The Cleary cottage is really a series of buildings including 2 sleeping cabins, a main 
cabin and a game house. The masters slept in the little cabins while we slept in our 
tents. That night was calm cold, and surprisingly, full of mosquitos. 

After a 9:00 o'clock breakfast, we had a choice of waterskiing, canoeing, fishing or 
just plain lazing around. 

Although the weather got mean after lunch and most people stayed inside to get warm, 
the smell of Mr. Sherwood's steaks and garlic bread cheered all of us up at suppertime. 
Then there wasabonfire with marshmallows, songs, stories and jokes, and, of course, 
Mr. Bedell's famous story about "Duh" Horse! The same evening Sherwood and Kosowoj 
caught two pike that must have been blown into shallow water by the storm. 

The next day we played Capture The Flag and after lunch we packed up ready to go. 
The trip back was happy and joyful. 

Two days later Mr. Sherwood received a letter from Mrs. Cleary saying how much she 
had enjoyed the birthday weekend. Mr. Joyce also thanked us for helping to make 
everything 'go right'. 

ROBERT TAMBLYN 



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A GORY STORY 

As the long, black hearse pulled up in front of our summer cottage, I felt a cold, icy 
shiver go up and down my spine. I stood and stared to see who was going to get out, but 
nobody did get out, In fact, nobody even seemed to be inside! There was something long 
and musky in the back. It appeared to be a coffin! Was it occupied, or did it await one of 
my family? I stood shocked at the sight, my feet rooted to the ground. It seemed I 
couldn't movel 

After what seemed like hours I ran for one of my family, but nobody was around. The 
room was literally turned upside-down, the windows broken, lamps squished, and some- 
thing else, a weird reek. I searched around the room, and behind the bar I saw what 
used to be my sister. She was drenched with blood, her lips bloated. I was about to let 
out a horrible scream and call my parents or do something, but it was blocked and all 
that came out was my previous meal! This also added to the reek and after I had finished 
throwing up, I screamed for my parents, as best I could. 

They finally came running into the room where I was kneeling before my dead sister, 
with tears gushing out of my eyes. My mother screamed loudly. My father helped me 
up and calmed my mother. Then he ordered, half savagely, "Run and get into the car!" 

My mother and I ran to the spot where our car used to be, my father right behind us. 
It was gone! Now our only escape from the dreaded place was by boat. I pictured the 
disaster that lay ahead. 

Suddenly my legs shot out like a flash spewing the bedclothes onto the floor. I got out 
of bed and looked at the clock ... it was 6:30 a. m. Just before I climbed back into 
bed something caught my eye. Through the haze I saw something horrible. There was a 
black hearse in the driveway! 

ALEX HUNTER - Gr. 6 



TAKING CARE OF YOUR CAT 

Taking care of your cat is not a job for dainty souls. Changing the litter box is a tough 
task. All you need is a 51b bag of kitty litter, a batch of old newspapers, a clothespin 
for breathtaking moments, and the courage of Evel Knievel. 

First, remove the unwanted items with some tissue and in cold blood. Then scour the 
bottom of the box with hot water, detergent and determination. Pat dry and line with two 
layers of paper (cats just love the Humane Society Newsletter). Next, pour in as much 
Utter as the box will hold (you'll be surprised) and level it off with tenderness and relief. 
Now for the big moment: Your cat will reward you with graceful leaps and a purring 
concert. She will jump up into the box, sniff around, place herself into position and . . . 
soon you can start all over again. 

ALAIN BARSONY - G5 



JUST ANOTHER DAY 

I sat very still and listened . . . and saw before my eyes a house no bigger than a 
baseball bat. I peeped through one of the windows and saw a group of mice painting 
masterpieces - Van Goghs, Michelangelos and Da Vincis. Suddenly, one of the mice 
who was painting 'the Last Judgment' turned around and spoke up: 
"Whoever you are, Sir, would you be kind enough to let us paint in peace!" 
So I got up and left. A few moments later I saw a three -headed dragon wearing purple 
suspenders on its back and toasting marshmallows with its breath. 1 passed a few 
medium sized giants and some trolls until I came to the very end of the forest. I saw my 

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friend who asked me: "Anything new, Alain?" And I replied: "No, not much. " 

ALAIN D. BARSONY - G. 5 



POKO'S ADVENTURE 

Poko, the little black kitten, was bored. 
There was nothing for him to do. He was 
tired of his ball of string and his rubber 
fish. So, he decided to find an adventure. 
He went outside through his little, built- 
in swinging door and began walking down 
the street. 

As he was walking along, Poko happened 
to pass a house with a very large front 
yard, bordered by a high iron fence. He 
looked in the yard and saw a huge bulldog 
resting under a shady tree. Poko decided 
that this strange creature must be investi- 
gated. 

He aqueezed between the fence bars and 
bounded over to the dog. The dog's nose 



quivered and his eyes snapped open. He 
growled menacingly at the black form 
nearing him. The kitten paid little atten- 
tion to the growl but when he saw the 
white dog hurtling towards him in a rage, 
he darted back the way he had come. He 
could feel the dog's hot breath on his back 
as he slipped between the bars. Before 
he could look back Poko heard a loud 
crash. When he turned his head, he saw 
the dog limping back to the house with his 
tail between his legs. 

JAMIE BOICEK - G6 



LAND OF PLENTY 

The dinner had been over for more than half an hour, but the table still lay in great 
disorder. It was hard to believe that three places had been set neatly with polished silver 
gleaming beside pale, blue wedgewood china upon a pristine white tablecloth, Now, how- 
ever, it seemed as if a demolition squad had wreaked havoc on the table. At one end a 
small carafe of red wine had been spilled on the tablecloth. A plate contained a portion 
of smeared mashed potato onto which a scrunched up paper napkin had been carelessly 
tossed. Beside the plate, a Havana cigar was smouldering in the ashtray. A little dis- 
tance away and to the right across the mess of spilled wine, milk, ketchup and salad, 
there was a half -eaten bowl of banana pablum with the corner of a soiled and stained bib 
in it. Directly on the other side of the table a plate was filled with greasy chicken bones 
that had knobs of gristle and scrawny strips of skin clinging to them. 

In a tall glass, the remnants of a strawberry Metrecal slim -waist milkshake. 



KURT CARTER - G8 



LIMERICK 



Said a young teacher named Gray: 

"I've thrown enough chalk on this day, 

To make a long line 

Of chalk pure and fine 

From here to a school in Bombay!" 

KURT CARTER - G8 



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ABOUT THE TEETH OF SHARKS 

The thing about sharks is teeth; 
One row above, one row beneath. 

Now take a close look - what do you find? 
It has another row behind? 

Still closer here; I'll hold your hat. 
Has it a third row behind that? 

Now look in, and - look out! Oh my! 
I'll never know now! Well goodbye. 

LIBO HABETS - G6 



CRANES 



Tall clumsy crane, 

Long neck swinging, 

He must be hard to tame, 

I'll try singing, 

And he'll die at my feet, 

From the terrible noise; 

But he'll be tame 

All the same 

And I'll bury him there, 

In the sand, 

On land. 

ALEX HUNTER - G6 



SOUND 

I sat perfectly still and listened. I could hear the songbirds singing, the muted roar of 
the traffic in the distance and the brook in the park. I could hear all of these sounds and 
many others but not see them. I was blind. My eyes had been hurt in an explosion. They 
were covered in swathes of bandages and my doctor was confident that I could regain my 
sight. Until my accident I had never really understood those who did not have the privi- 
lege of eyesight. Now, I am not sure who is privileged. In my few weeks of blindness, I 
heard things and understood the world like I never had before. The world came alive for 
me with its chipmunks and now easily distinguished notes and melodies of music. While 
being blind and while listening my way around town, I couldn't help but realize how sight 
oriented our society is today. I think that if more people just sat and listened they would 
hear and understand more than they do now. Once again I sat perfectly still and listened. 

TODD SELLERS - G7 



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SUNSET 

The sky is a multitude of colour enclosing the fiercely flaming ball that is the sun. I 
watch as the immensely glowing circle slowly sinks from sight, leaving a halo of golden 
brilliance painted on the clouds. The fire burns the hills and v?lleys with a red like the 
fire of an autumn day which plays upon the green of summer. 

Silver and gold rays are reflected on the lake illuminating the world and casting an 
enchantment of love or of peace in all who behold it. 

M.A. MOLLOZ1 - G8 

AN EXHAUSTED YOUNG FELLOW 

An exhausted young fellow named John, 

Couldn't sleep 'cause his teddy was gone, 

When he looked in the mirror, 

He looked even queerer, 

His mouth was so big when he yawned. 

ROBBIE KRAMER - G7 

THE WOLF'S REVENGE 

The wolf stopped, looked around, and sniffed for any signs of the hunter who had shot 
at him but had, instead, killed his mate. The slight scent of the man caused the hairs 
on the back of his neck to grow rigid. He uttered a long, rasping snarl followed by a howl 
of sorrow. 

The wolf lay down, sullen and angry. He did not have any appetite for the hare that he 
had just killed. Instead hungered for revenge. He stood up, dropped the rabbit car- 
cass leaving it for the Arctic foxes who were skulking nearby. 

In a cabin five miles away, the hunter was reloading his rifle. The man did not hunt for 
just any wolf. He wanted the pelt of the Great Silver wolf which he had foolishly missed. 
He was a good hunter and proud of it. The day before, if the wolf had been standing still, 
he might have bagged him; he wished that he had had just one more cartridge. This time 
he would be ready for the brute. He had never seen so large a wolf nor one with such a 
fine coat. 

Later that day, the hunter went out, feeling confident. He came down the path, saw 
the noticeably large footprints of the wolf and sat down to wait. 

The wolf followed the man's trail It was long, but the scent of the man grew stronger. 

Suddenly, the man and the wolf faced each other. The hunter had the wolf point-blank 
in the sights of his rifle. He drew back the bolt. Instantly the wolf, hearing the sound, 
sprang at him, The hunter, paralyzed with fright, watched as the wolf lunged for the gun 
barrel, seized it in its jaws and wrenched it upwards just as the hunter fired. The wolf 
tore the gun from the hunter's grip, then brought the man crashing down. There was a 
brief struggle and an agonizing scream 

The wolf placed both paws on the hunter's chest and howled triumphantly. The wolf had 
his revenge. 

STEVEN WICKENS - G7 



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OTTAWA HUMANE 

SOCIETY 
ESSAY CONTEST 

D.P. Cruikshank Trophy 

First: David Stone - Ashbury 
2nd: Dietmar Froese - Ashbury 
3rd: Neil Olsen - Ashbury 

Catherine Smith Trophy 



Photo by K. Hunt. 



1st: John Heggtveit 
2nd: Martha Gall 
3rd: Jenny Leslie - 



Ashbury 

Elmwood 

Elmwood 



Class Winners — G6 Class Winners — G5 



Robbie Kramer 
James Bociek 
Howard Cogan 



Alain Barsony 
Eric Feeley 
Andrew Thomas 



The subject of the essay was 
"Justice and Mercy for All Ani- 
mals"- We are part of the Rock- 
cliffe Park schools section. 



Justice and Mercy 

A racoon starts across the street when a car speeds around the corner crushing his 
hind leg. The driver ignores it leaving him in the middle of the street to die painfully. 
Fortunately, a small boy walks up the street and spots the miserable animal. He runs 
home to tell his parents about the episode. They telephone the Humane Society instantly. 

The aim of the Humane Society is "Justice and Mercy for All Animals. " If an animal 
is dying or is very old the Humane Society will put it out of its misery kindly. It also 
gives low -cost vet services and people who want an animal may get it there for a low 
price. Finally they go around picking up animals that have been abandoned by their mas- 
ters. 

It is quite a responsibility owning a pet. A question you should ask yourself before 
buying one should be: "Am I able to take good care of my pet?" When going on a trip you 
should always get someone to take care of him for you. You should feed your pet and 
walk him each day. 

The Humane Society agrees that spaying dogs is a good idea. This is especially true of 
dogs because the world is over populated as it is. Also there are too many homeless 
dogs, unwanted by their owners because they were too much of a problem to keep. 

Another serious problem is rabies. A dog should have its rabies shot. The animal may 
get this disease from wild animals and it can be fatal to human beings. There are many 
dogs in packs that go around killing deer. This slaughter is caused by irresponsible 
owners who leave their pets unchained. The Humane Society does all it can to prevent 
this happening. 

When I think of the Humane Society I think of a good group of people who help an ani- 
mal who's hurt. Most of all I think of these people as people who love and respect animals 
the way I do. 

John Heggtveit - 7A 



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and Mme. Leger, Mr. F.S. Martin, and Mr. 
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SUBJECT PRIZES - YEAR 1 



Alex Paterson - 


Mathematics 


Alexandre Reeves - 


French 


Tim Webb - 


English 


Jon Eddy - 


History- 


Gord Goudie - 


Typing 


Amanda Lovett - 


Typing 


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YEAR 2 
Pierre LaTraverse 

David Beedell 
Lachlan Munro 

Candy Warren 



Science 
French 
Geography 

Can. Issues 

English 
German 
History 

Typing 




Left: Mr. Brown accepts' prizes for his 
son, Ross, including: Mathematics, 
The Ablack Prize, the Headmaster's 
Cup and the newly awarded Old Boys' 
Scholarship. 



YEAR 3 

Wayne Chodikoff- 
Bernie O'Meara - 
Pierre Vanasse - 
David Welch - 



English 
French 
French 
Geography 



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ROSS BROWN stood first in Canada 
out of 21,500 students from over 1000 
high schools who entered the annual 
National Junior Mathematics Contest 
sponsored by the university of Water- 
loo. He put in the first perfect paper 
to be recorded in the last 15 years. 
The average score was 26. Ross 
scored 140. 20 boys entered and the 
5 highest scorers stood first in zone 
65 (Ottawa - Carleton) and were 
tenth overall in Canada. Well done, 
all! 

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YRS 3 AND 4 



Richard Sellers 
Wayne Chodikoff 
Ross Brown 
Rob Surge nor 
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- Chemistry 

- Physics 

- Urban St. 

- Business 



YR 4 

Ian Rhodes - The Firestone 
Prize for Mathematics. 
Graeme Clark - The Brain 
Prize for History. E. Kon- 
igsman - The Pemberton Prize 
for Geography. 

YR 5 

Ian Rhodes - Biology 

Douglas Welch - Chemistry 
Iain Johnston - Wr. Skills 

English and The Governor 
General's Medal for top 
marks in year 5; Economics 
Jean-Luc Beaudry - French 
Nick Brearton - Economics 

and Geography 

GENERAL PROFICIENCY 

Jon Eddy - year 1 

Pierre LaTraverse - 2 

Wayne Chodikoff - year 3 

Richard Sellers - year 4 

Doug Welch - year 5 

J.J. MARLAND PRIZE 

Patrick Au - year 5 

CHAPEL READING PRIZE 



Graeme Clark 



year 4 



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Andy Assad 


- year 2 


Joel Gallaman 


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Candy Warren (Elmwood) - Years 2 and 3. 
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Iain Johnston - Governor-General's 
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MEMORIAL PRIZES 

The A. B. Belcher Short Story Prize: Paul Deepan. The Gary Horning Memorial Prize 
for Senior Public Speaking: Graeme Clark. The Snelgrove Memorial Prize for Middle 
School Mathematics: Pierre La Traverse. The Adam Podhradsky Memorial Prize for 
Modern History (year 3): David Welch. The Robert Gerald Moore Memorial Prize for 
English (year 4): Graeme Clark. The Fiorenza Drew Memorial Prize for French (year 4): 
Graeme Clark. The Ekes Memorial Prize for Physics (year 5): Patrick Au. 



TROPHIES AND SPECIAL AWARDS 



The Wilson Shield for Senior School Inter - House Competition: Won by Woolcombe 
House and accepted by Andy Moore and Douglas Welch. The Boarders' Shield presented 
to the senior boarder whose conduct and effort throughout the year have done most to 
enhance boarding life: Bob Morrison. The Charles Rowley Booth Trophy for the greatest 
achievement in scholarship and athletics in year 4: Ian Rhodes. Tie Southam Cup for the 
greatest achievement in athletics and scholarship in year 5: Clermont Veilleux. The 
Nelson Shield: John Mierins. The headmaster's award for outstanding success in 
independent study: Douglas Welch. 




John 

Mierins 




Paul 
Deepan 





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24 Elmdale Avenue, Ottawa, Ont. 

331 Elmwood Avenue, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa. 

18 Davidson Drive, Ottawa, Ont. 

684 Westminster Avenue, Ottawa, Ont. 

20 McLynn Road, Dollard des Ormeaux, P.Q. 

Box 721, R.R. #5, Ottawa, Ont. 

Box #3227, R.R. #3, Ottawa, Ont. 

Apt. #1003, 2625 Regina Street, Ottawa, Ont. 

20 Driveway, Apt. #1106, Ottawa, Ont. 

1107 Meadowlands Drive, Ottawa, Ont. 

1229 Rideout Crescent, Ottawa, Ont. 

Stone Ayr, R. R.#l, Dunrobin, Ont. 

Avenida Chapalita 1176, Guadalajara, Jalisco, Mexico 

4 Woodhead Crescent, Downsview, Ont. 
144 McLeod Street, Ottawa, Ont. 

Canadian High Commission, 1 Grosvenor Square, London, England. 

577 Duff Crescent, Ottawa, Ont. 

915 Plante Drive, Ottawa, Ont. 

4998 de Maisonneuve Blvd. W. , Apt. #1207, Montreal, P.Q. 

731 Ludgate Court, Ottawa, Ont. 

134 Byron Street N., Whitby, Ont. 

(E) 787 Mail Service of Lebanon, Cyprus. 

(E) 787 Mail Service of Lebanon, Cyprus. 

Box #111, Unity Hall, Montego Bay, Jamaica. 

7 Cecilio Avenue, Kingston 10, Jamica. 

72 Buena Vista Road, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa. 

3868 Revelstoke Drive, Ottawa, Ont. 



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Chodikoff II, Wayne 
Chow, Kwok Wai Alexis 

Christie, Andrew Borden 
Church, Darcy Douglas 
Clark I, Craeme Christie 
Clark II, John Sheldon 
Cleary, James Murray 
Clyde, Andrew John 
Coetzee, David Gert Dawie 
Cogan, Howard Todd 
Cohen Michael Jay 
Colbert, Michael 
Comerford, David James 
Conyers, James Cecil John 

Copping, John Henry 

Dale, Mark 

Dallett, Timothy Bentley 
Daniels, Jonathan Mark 
Davies I, Nicholas Edward 
Davis II, James Clarence 
Deepan, Paul Dhananjaya 
Desjardins, Didier 
Devine I, Aidan 
De Vos, Dirk Johannes 
Downs, Jonathan Spencer 
Drouin, Peter Pierre Michel 
Dumont I, Pierre Maurice 
Dumont II, Nicolas Andre 
Duong, Nghi Chat Richard 

Duran, A. Douglas 



Eagle, Christopher Mark 
Eddy, Jonathan Michael 
Edmonds, Robert Hunter 
Evans, Andrew William 

Farquhar I, Timothy Gordon 

Farquhar II, David Andrew 

Freeley I, Brian Marshall 

Feeley II, Eric Jerome 

Finnie, Blake Malcolm 

Flam, Stephan Eric 

Fogarty, Justin R. 

Fonay, Nicholas Lawrence 

Francis, John Norton 

Fraser I, Kevin Roderick J. 

Fraser II, James Drummond 

Fraser ID, John Andrew 

Freeth, Mark Stephen 

Frietag, Harold Arthur 

Frisby, Alan Franklin 

Froese, Dietmar Jeffrey 

Fuller, Simon Arthur F. 

Futo Guzman, Thomas A. Pablo, 

Futterer I, March A. Pancho, 
Futterer II, Casey Charles 
Fuzi, Serge 

Gall, Frederick Eric 
Gallaman, Joel 
Gamble, Dennis 
Gittens, Garth 
Gormley, Bryce Down 
Goudie, Gordon William T. 
Graham, Anthony Lucas 
Grainger, Stuart K. C. 
Grant, Philip Allen 

Green, David E. C. 



3868 Revelstoke Drive, Ottawa, Ont. 

2-12 Sun Shing Bldg. , Belcher's Street, 8th Fix. , 

Flat B. , Hong Kong. 

660 Windermere Avenue, Ottawa, Ont. 

c/o P. O. Box 500 (NDI), G. P. O. , Ottawa, Ont. 

393 Maple Lane, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa, Ont. 

39 Buena Vista Road, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa. 

298 First Avenue, Ottawa, Ont. 

2138 Dutton Crescent, Ottawa, Ont. 

420 Wood Avenue, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa, Ont. 

564 Hillsdale Road, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa. 

211 Acacia Avenue, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa, Ont. 

370 Pleasant Park Road, Ottawa, Ont. 

2104 Dutton Crescent, Ottawa, Ont. 

"Clemow House", Pitt's Bay Road, Pembroke, 

W. C. , Bermuda. 

17 Woodlawn Avenue, Ottawa, Ont. 

961 Dresden Crescent, Ottawa, Ont. 

39 Pentry Lane, Ottawa, Ont. 

1317 Fontenay Crescent, Ottawa, Ont. 

1 7 Fairhaven Way, Ottawa, Ont. 

Box 5, Ste. Agathe des Monts, P. 0- 

226 Sydney Street, Cornwall, Ont. 

266 Mortlake Avenue, St. Lambert, P.0- 

238 Greensway Avenue, Vanier, Ottawa, Ont. 

2351 Briar Hill Drive, Ottawa, Ont. 

R. R.#l, Carp, Ont. 

579 David Street, Buckingham, P. Q. 

686 Le Fleche Road, Hawkesbury, Ont. 

686 Le Fleche Road, Hawkesbury, Ont. 

72 Chun Tin Road, off 71/2 miles Bukit Tim ah, 

Singapore 21. 

Calle No. 19-Np. 6-68, Oficina, 13-09, Bogota, 

Colombia, S. A. 

106 Elgin Avenue, Pointe Claire, P. Q. 

P.O. Box #474, Aylmer East, P. 0- 

210 Acacia Avenue, Ottawa, Ont. 

Unit 168, 3290 Southgate Road, Ottawa. Ont. 

403 Wood Avenue, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa, Ont. 

403 Wood Avenue, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa, Ont. 

529 Evered Avenue, Ottawa, Ont. 

529 Evered Avenue, Ottawa, Ont. 

1752 Rhodes Crescent, Ottawa, Ont. 

Chandler, P. Q. 

5 Swans Way, Rothwell Heights, Ottawa, Ont. 

386 Wilbrod Street, Ottawa, Ont. 

3940 Cote des Neiges, Apt B-71, Montreal, P. 

32 Dufferin Road, Ottawa, Ont. 

1901 Barnhart Place, Ottawa, Ont, 

1901 Barnhart Place, Ottawa, Ont. 

7 Sioux Crescent, Ottawa, Ont. 

9 Riverside Drive, Manotick, Ont. 

955 Blythdale Road, Ottawa, Ont. 

595 Westminster Avenue, Ottawa, Ont. 

"The Moorings", 2780 Cassels Street, Ottawa. 

Avenida La Salle, Quinta Gamar, 

Urbanizacion Sebucan, Caracas, Venezuela. 

1510 Stavebank Road, Mississauga, Ont 

1510 Stavebank Road, Mississauga, Ont. 

900 Wingate Drive, Ottawa, Ont 

280 Park Road, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa, Ont. 

2285 Be audet Blvd. , St. Laurent, P.O. 

244 Irving Place Ottawa, Ont. 

616 Walkley Road, Ottawa, Ont. 

5585 Driscoll Drive, Manotick, Ont 

13 Barran Street, Ottawa, Ont. 

765 Lonsdale Road, Manor Park, Ottawa, Ont. 

3760 Revelstoke Drive, Ottawa, Ont. 

4 Summerhill Terrace, Town of Mount Royal, 

P.O. 

39 Lambton Road, Ottawa, Ont. 



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Griffiths, Peter Michael 

Habcts I, Ferdinand Stephanus 
Habets II, Cornells Ludovicus 
Habets III, Libo 
Harper, Dennis Edward 
Harris, John Steven 
Haslam, Raymond 
Heggtveit, John Halvor 
Heisler, Stephen William 
Henry, Albert Keith, Jr. 
Heyd, Roderick Mason 
Hicks, Bruce 
Hierlihy, Patrick Lee 
Hoermann, Wayne 
Holmes I, John Wilford 
Holmes II, Michael Graham 
Horwood, David Mason 
Hunt, Kevin Nicholas 
Hunter, Alexander Stuart 

Jackson, Alexander Donald 
Johnston I, Alastair Iain 
Johnston III, Andrew 
Johnston II, William Erskine 

Kadziora, Paul Michael 
Kayser, Steven Lawrence 
Keith, David William 
Kellerman, Michael 
Kennedy, David Watson 
Keyes, Kevin Edward 
Khan, Abdul Karim 
Khare, Sunil 
Kirby I, Scott 
Kirby II, Stephen John 
Kirkwood, John Robert W. 
Klassen, Gregory 

Konisgmann, Eric Christian 
Konrad, Richard 
Kosowoj, Nathan 
Kramer, Robert 
Kriegler, Andrew Joseph 
Kyssa, Andre 

Lahey I, James Michael 
Lahey II, Patrick Joseph 
Langlois, Michel 
La Traverse, Pierre Vincent 
Latta, Robert George 
Lavery I, Shawn Charles 
Lavery II, Stephen Kenneth 
Lay I, James M. C. 
Lay II, Charles Ian 
Lee, Bruce Arthur, 
Lemvig-Fog, David Ivan 
Lewis, Nicholas Romilly 
Li, Cheuk Wing Alfred 
Lister I, James Richard 
Lister II, Andrew 
Lund, John Granville 

MacArthur, Robert A. 
MacDonald I, Keith James 
Maclsaac, Michael Power 
MacLaren I, Gordon C. 
MacLaren IV, Alexander M. 
MacLaren II, Fergus T. 
MacLaren III, Andrew C. 
MacNair, Bruce Douglas 
Mahoney I, Kelly Clark 
Mahoney II, John Gerald 
Mainguy, Peter Nicholas 
Major, Jacques 



1090 Normandy Crescent, Ottawa, Ont. 

19 Basin Court, Ottawa, Ont. 
19 Basin Court, Ottawa, Ont. 

19 Basin Court, Ottawa, Ont. 

1300 Pinecrest Road, Apt. 815, Ottawa, Ont. 
475 Cloverdale Avenue, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa 

29 Rebecca Crescent, Rothwell Heights, Ottawa. 
550 Fairview Avenue, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa. 
459 Briar Avenue, Ottawa, Ont. 

408 Woodland Avenue, Ottawa, Ont. 

20 Lakeway Drive, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa. 
415/2630 Southvale Crescent, Ottawa, Ont. 
3181 McCarthy Road, Ottawa, Ont. 

302 1st Avenue, Ottawa, Ont. 

54 Rutherford Way, Kanata, Nr. Ottawa, Ont. 

3 Bergen Avenue, Ottawa, Ont. 

28 Monkland Avenue, Ottawa, Ont. 

Basswood Lane, R. R. *2, Lucerne, P.O. 

62 Pontiac Street, Ottawa, Ont. 

52 Brookside Avenue, Beaconsfield, P. Q. 

Box 121, R. R. n, Chelsea, P.0- 

Box 121, R.R.#1, Chelsea, P. Q. 

Maple wood Farm, R. R. £3, Richmond, Ont. 

36 Bayswater Place, Ottawa, Ont. 

24 Arundel Avenue, Manor Park, Ottawa, Ont, 

161 Stanley Avenue, Ottawa, Ont 

61 Geneva Street, Ottawa, Ont. 

188 Lisgar Road, Ottawa, Ont. 

1000 Island Parkway, Gananoque, Ont. 

14 Nelson Road, Aylmer, P.O. 

3166 Quesnel Drive, Ottawa, Ont. 

71 de la Riviere, Port Cartier, P. Q. 

954 Watson Avenue, Ottawa, Ont. 

572 Manor Avenue, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa, Ont. 

14 Po Shau Road, A20 Po Shau Mansions, Hong 
Kong. 

6 Bell Street, Matag'ami, P.O. 

6 Birch Avenue, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa, Ont 

6856 Emerson Road, Cote St. Luc, Montreal, P. 0- 

22 Parkglen Drive, Ottawa, Ont 

107 Kenilworth Street, Ottawa, Ont. 

179 Glebe Avenue, Ottawa, Ont. 

198 Lisgar Road, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa, Ont 
198 Lisgar Road, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa, Ont. 

30 Grimes Chemin, Lucerne, P.O. 

190 Buena Vista Road, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa. 
790 Lonsdale Road, Manor Park, Ottawa, Ont. 
155 Acacia Avenue, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa, Ont 
155 Acacia Avenue, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa, Ont 
Fallbrook Farm, R. R. =1, Balderson, Ont 
Fallbrook Farm, R. R. =1, Balderson, Ont 
1575 Forlan Drive, Ottawa, Ont. 
P. O. Box 789, Manila, Philippines 2800. 
Unit.50, 840 Cahill Drive W. , Ottawa, Ont 
20-22 C Tung Choi Street, Kowloon, Hong Kong. 
8 Lynhaven Crescent, Ottawa, Ont 
22 Warbonnet Drive, Ottawa, Ont 

15 Dunvegan Road, Manor Park, Ottawa, Ont. 

163 Old Colony Road, Hazeldean, Ont. 
22 Birch Avenue, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa, Ont 
220 Sandridge Road, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa. 
20 Glenwood Avenue, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa. 
20 Glenwood Avenue, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa. 
170 Lakeway Drive, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa. 
170 Lakeway Drive, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa. 
957 Dresden Crescent, Ottawa, Ont. 
Apt. 2310, 195 Clearview Avenue, Ottawa, Ont 
Apt. 204, 124 Springfield Road, Ottawa, Ont. 
66 Acacia Avenue, Ottawa, Ont 
383 Chester Avenue, Montreal, P.0- 



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Marcus, Steven Greg 
Martin I, Ian Leslie Jack 
Martin II, Peter Charles B, 
Masson, Stephen Douglas 
Matthews, Sky Bruce 
Maxwell, Andrew J. D. C. 
Maybee, Alan Barrington 
McGuire, John Montague 
Mcintosh, Grant Fraser 
McKay, Ian Bruce 
McLean, John Gordon 
McMahon I, Philip John 
McMahon II, James 
Mierins I, John Gordon 
Mierins III, Jeffrey Mark 
Mierins II, Amis E. 
Miller, Stephen Grant R. 
Milstein, Stephen Mark 
Mitchell I, John A. 
Mitchell II, Michael Sherwin 
Moilliet, Michael Lind 
Molozri, Marek Andrew 
Molson, Christopher Lyall 
Moonje, David 
Moore I, Andrew Grover 
Moore II, John Palmer 
Moore HI, James Ernest 
Moore IV, Rayad Robert 
Mordy, Blair Hanington 
Morrison I, Robert Sinclair 
Morrison II, G. Campbell 
Morrison III, Brian Ross J. 
Morton I, Iain Ross 
Morton II, Alexander MacD. 
Mozer, Francis Martin 
Munro, Lauchlan Thomas 
Murray I, Timothy Basil 
Murray II, Sean Patrick 

Nadeau, Joseph Jean Marc 
Nader, Jesus Antonio 
Naisby, Stephen Brett 
Nesbitt, Michael John H. 
Neville, Lindsey 
Ng, Chung Tai Eric 
Nicol, Ian Robertson 
Nipperdey, Alexander C. C. 
Nunn, James Thomas 

Oakley I, Lome James E. 
Oakley II, Scott Christopher 
O'Brien, Andrew 
Ochoa, Christian Oscar 
O'Connor, Brian 
O'Dell, David 
O'Dwyer I, Patrick Robert 
O'Dwyer II, Michael Charles 
O'Farrell, Mark Justin 
Olsen, Neil David Fitzjohn 
O'Meara, Bernard 
O'Neill, Charles Connor G. 
Orange, Robert Harry 

Panneton, Claude 
Parent I, Marc 
Parent II, Claude 
Parks, Richard Gordon 
Paterson, Alexander McL S. 
Peakall, Jonathan David 
Pelletier I, Robert Todd 
Pelletier II, David Paul 
Peppier, Rand Huehn 
Perron, Stephane 
Petrakos, George 



14 Weatherwood Crescent, Ottawa, Ont. 

47 Cherrywood Drive, Ottawa, Ont. 

Aylmer Road, R. R #2 Aylmer East, P. Q. 

652 Ingram Crescent, Ottawa, Ont. 

Box #119, R.R. #1, Chelsea, P. Q. 

10 Ellesmere Place, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa. 

4 Aurangzeb Road, New Delhi, 110011, India. 

P.O. Box 713, Richmond, Ont. 

Box #743, R. R. #5, Ottawa, Ont. 

Apt #803, 3033 Sherbrooke St. W. , Westmount. 

33 Surrey Drive, Town of Mount Royal, Montreal. 

2082 Thistle Crescent, Ottawa, Ont. 

2082 Thistle Crescent, Ottawa, Ont. 

271 Springfield Road, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa. 

271 Springfield Road, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa. 

250 Acacia Avenue, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa. 

389 Windermere Road, Beaconsfield, P. 0- 

1 Apache Crescent, Ottawa, Ont. 

2060 Benjamin Avenue, Ottawa, Ont. 

460 Wilbrod Street, Ottawa, Ont. 

32 Cedarview Road, Ottawa, Ont. 

82 Stinson Avenue, Ottawa, Ont. 

3940 Cote des Neiges Road, Apt. 83B, Montreal. 

1879 Camborne Crescent, Ottawa, Ont. 

603 Chester Street, Brooklyn, New York 11212. 

7 West Park Drive, Ottawa, Ont. 

480 Thessaly Circle, Ottawa, Ont. 

160 Howick Street, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa, Ont. 

217 Forest Hill Road, Toronto, Ont. 

688 Grosvenor Street, Montreal, P. 0- 

688 Grosvenor Street, Montreal, P. Q. 

1 Coltrin Place, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa, Ont 

641 Acacia Avenue, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa, Ont. 

641 Acacia Avenue, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa, Ont. 

238 Sanford Avenue, St. Lambert, P. Q. 

2368 Haddington Crescent, Ottawa, Ont. 

393 Fembank Road, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa. 

393 Fernbank Road, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa. 

9 Davidson Drive, Rothwell Heights, Ottawa. 

Col. Guadalupe, Tampico, Tamps, Mexico. 

1838 Beattie Avenue, Ottawa, Ont. 

290 Park Road, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa, Ont. 

19 Chinook Crescent, Ottawa, Ont. 

Ill Robinson Road, 3rd Fir. , Hong Kong. 

165 Clemow Avenue, Ottawa, Ont. 

Apt. #12A, 300 Driveway, Ottawa, Ont. 

14 Eisenhower Crescent, R.R. #2, Ottawa, Ont 

P.O. Box 2166, Houston, 77001, Texas, U.S.A. 

P.O. Box 2166, Houston, 77001, Texas, U.S.A. 

426 Cloverdale Road, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa. 

Sierra Ham be 153, Real de las Lomas, Mexico. 

228 Salaberry South, Chateauguay, P. Q. 

863 Kingsmere Avenue, Ottawa, Ont. 

2837B Baycrest Drive, Ottawa, Ont 

2837B Baycrest Drive, Ottawa, Ont. 

No. 1507 - 350 Driveway, Ottawa, Ont 

18 Bedford Crescent, Manor Park, Ottawa, Ont. 

1374 Base Line Road, Ottawa, Ont. 

165 Crichton Street, Ottawa, Ont 

Apt. 1309, 200 Rideau Terrace, Ottawa, Ont 

43 Gendron Street, Hull, P. 0- 

G. P. O. 500(NDI), Ottawa, Ont 

G. P. O. 500(NDI), Ottawa, Ont. 

2057 Thistle Crescent, Ottawa, Ont 

Station "F", P.O. Box 664, Thunder Bay, Ont. 

2196 Calder Avenue, Ottawa, Ont. 

2 Newhaven Street, Ottawa, Ont 

R. R. #1, Mine Road, Chelsea, P.O. 

18 Rothwell Drive, Ottawa, Ont. 

139 2nd Street East, La Sarre, P. 0- 

10 Arthur Street, Ottawa, Ont 



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Peyrow, Farzad 
Phillips, Grant 
Pigott, David Campbell 
Pleet, Lawrence 
Porreca, Frank Anthony 
Posman, James Paid 
Power, Christopher 
Puttick I, Stephen Richard 
Puttick II, Michael 
Puttick III, James Harold 

Raikles, Abbey Franklin 
Raina, Danny 
Redekopp, Bradley Alan 
Reece, NUchael Francis 
Reeves I, Jean Pierre A. 
Reeves II, Jean Paul Simon 
Reid, John Thomas 
Rennie, David Paul 
Rhodes, Ian Nelson 
Rigby, Vincent Charles 
Roberts, Alan David 
Robertson, Peter Alastair 
Rogers, John Edward 
Rohonczy, Imre Robert 
Rolfe, Simon Spencer 
Romain, Michael Broughton 
Rosenberg, Mitchell 
Rosenzweig, Mark 
Rowlinson, Andrew John 
Ruddock, Mark Henry 

Sander, Bernard Charles 
du Marchie Sarvaas, Gideon 
Schnubb, Alexandre 
Schoeler II, Robert John 
Schoeller I, Philipp 
Sciarra, John 
Seguin, Benoit 
SeUers I, Philip 
Sellers II, Richard 
Sellers III, Arthur William 
SeUers IV, Todd 
Seymour, Stewart Andrew 
Shaffer, Martin Feld 
Shearly, John Allen 
Shepherd, Adam John 
Sherwood, Christopher G. 
Shewchuk, Thomas 
Shipman, Stephen James 
Shiveck, Jordan Mark 
Shulakewych-Deleliva, Bob 
Simpson, Jeffrey Gordon 
Sirotek, Norman 
Smith I, Robin Hayeur 
Smith II, George Robert A. 
Smith III, Kevin Michael 
Smith IV, Brian Alexander 
Somers, Andrew David R. 
Sourial, Michael 
Stants I, Philip Norman J. 
Stants II, Brian Arnold C. 
Stone, David William K. 
Suh, Stephen Kangsuk 
Sunday, Ronald Morris 
Surgenor, Robert Leslie 
Sutcliffe, Frederick Gray 
Szirtes, Richard 

Tamblyn I, David Gordon 



No. 7 Izad Avenue, Addas- Abad St. , Iran, Tehran. 

1753 Rhodes Crescent, Ottawa, Ont. 

50 Fuller Avenue, Ottawa, Ont 

273 Roger Road, Ottawa, Ont. 

18 Cilbey Drive, Ottawa, Ont. 

606 Powell Avenue, Montreal, P. Q. 

Basswood, R. R.#l, Dunrobin, Ont. 

743 Brierwood Avenue, Ottawa, Ont. 

473 Brierwood Avenue, Ottawa, Ont. 

473 Brierwood Avenue, Ottawa, Ont. 

2460 Valade Street, St. Laurent, P. Q. 

R.R.*1, Osgoode, Ont. 

2020 Hollybrook Crescent, Ottawa, Ont. 

290 Buchan Road, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa, Ont. 

40 Queen Anne Crescent, R. R. #2, Ottawa, Ont. 

40 Queen Anne Crescent, R. R. #2, Ottawa, Ont. 
200 Kehoe Street, Ottawa, Ont. 

76 Beaver Ridge, Ottawa, Ont. 

333 Minto Place, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa, Ont. 

35 Lambton Avenue, Ottawa, Ont. 

174 - 22 Dufferin Road, Ottawa, Ont. 

2AZaria Road, P.O. Box 994, Jos, Nigeria. 

Apt. 2006, 1785 Riverside Drive, Ottawa, Ont. 

147 Glen Avenue, Ottawa, Ont. 

525-4 Island Park Estate, Hilson Avenue, Ottawa. 

11 Hobart Crescent, Ottawa, Ont. 

2296 Fulton Road, Town of Mount Royal, P. Q. 

2230 Noel Street, St. Laurent, Montreal, P. Q. 

434 Fortier Street, St. Hilaire, P. Q. 

8 Bedford Crescent, Manor Park, Ottawa, Ont. 

Dunrobin, Ontario. 

520 Minto Place, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa, Ont. 

191 Vanier Avenue, Aylmer, P. Q. 

177 Stewart Street, Ottawa, Ont. 

290 Coltrin Road, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa, Ont. 

855 Aaron Avenue, Ottawa, Ont. 

1765 Montreal Road, Ottawa, Ont. 

1992 Beaconwood Drive, Ottawa, Ont. 

1992 Beaconwood Drive, Ottawa, Ont. 

29 Davidson Drive, Ottawa, Ont 

29 Davidson Drive, Ottawa, Ont 

41 Holton Avenue, Westmount, Montreal, P. Q. 
1744 McGregor Avenue, Thunder Bay, Ont. 

460 Roxborough Avenue, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa. 
242 High Street, Carleton Place, Ont. 
2772 Cassels Street, Ottawa, Ont 
20 Monkland Avenue, Ottawa, Ont 

22 Delong Drive, Ottawa, Ont 
6502 Fern Road, Cote St. Luc, P. Q. 
1285 Evans Blvd. , Ottawa, Ont. 
425 Avondale Avenue, Ottawa, Ont 

323 Washington Street, Ogdensburg, N. Y. 13669. 
53 Samara, Paleo Psychico, Athens, Greece. 
14 Highbum Crescent, Ottawa, Ont. 

23 Arundel Avenue, Manor Park, Ottawa, Ont 
23 Arundel Avenue, Manor Park, Ottawa, Ont. 
484 Cloverdale Road, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa. 
120 Manor Avenue, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa. 
40 Bowhill Avenue, Ottawa, Ont 

40 Bowhill Avenue, Ottawa, Ont 

231 Sherwood Drive, Ottawa, Ont. 

18 Carr Crescent, Kanata, Nr. Ottawa, Ont. 

R.R.#1, St. Regis, P. Q. 

50 Lyttleton Gardens, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa. 

436 Mayfair Avenue, Ottawa, Ont. 

144 Withrow Avenue, Ottawa, Ont. 

R.R.#13, Box #19, Fort William, Ont 



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Tamblyn II, Robert Gordon 
Taylor, Bruce Alexander G. 
Teng, Winston 
Thomas, Andrew William 
Tremblay, David 

Uribe, Juan Antonio 

Valdes Stoopen, Martin 
Vanasse, Leo Pierre 
Vazquez, Pablo 
Veilleux, Clermont 
Verhey, Shawn Gordon 
Viets, Mark Robert 

Waller, Christopher Charles 
Walsh, John Murray 
Wang, Christian Michael 
Warren, Timothy Michael 
Warwick, Guy Conrad 
Watson, Alexander Gardner 
Webb, Timothy Rhodes 
Welch I, Douglas Lindsay 
Welch II, David Andrew 
Welch III, Stephen Edward 
Wenkoff, John Edward 
Went, Barry Russell Louis 
Wesson, Ian James 
Wickens, Steven Richard 
Willis I, Christopher Peter 
Willis II, Michael George S. 
Wilson, Hugh 
Wirth, Christopher Harold 
Wiley, John Charles 
Wollaston, Paul Steven 
Wongsodihardjo, Suryo 
Wood, Kenneth David 
Woods, James Braden 
Wostenholme, Martin Carl 
Wyspianski, Peter Howard 

Youldon, Ian Frederick 

Young, Daniel 

Yuen, Lap-Chung Brian 



R.R. #13, Box #19, Fort William, Ont. 

12 Langholm Crescent, Ottawa, Ont. 

Everwell Garden, Sheung Shing Street, Hong Kong. 

16 Kindle Court, Ottawa, Ont. 

Apt. #903, 124 Springfield Road, Ottawa, Ont. 

241 Park Road, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa, Ont. 

Pilares 120, Col-del-Valle, Mexico 12, D.F. 

2027 Woodcrest Road, Ottawa, Ont. 

A. Cano #575 Poniente, Los Mochis, Mexico. 

74 Gall Blvd., Drummondville, P.O. 
32 Chinook Crescent, Ottawa, Ont. 

225 Cloverdale Avenue, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa. 

57 Oriole Drive, Ottawa, Ont. 

Box #473, Upper Whitlock, Hudson Heights, P.O. 

790 Dunloe Avenue, Manor Park, Ottawa, Ont. 

7 Eleanor Drive E. Ottawa, Ont. 

P.O. Box #277, Aylmer, P.0- 

75 Lakeway Drive, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa, Ont. 
67 Kilbarry Crescent, Ottawa, Ont. 

35 Mohawk Crescent, Ottawa, Ont. 

35 Mohawk Crescent, Ottawa, Ont. 

35 Mohawk Crescent, Ottawa, Ont. 

190 Camelia Avenue, Ottawa, Ont 

"Wanstead", Cave Hill, St. Michael's, Barbados. 

237 Kindersley Avenue, Town of Mount Royal, P.Q. 

2030 Corry Street, Ottawa, Ont. 

151 Kamloops Avenue, Ottawa, Ont. 

117-2166 Loyola Court, Ottawa, Ont. 

161 Carleton Street, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa. 

74 John Street, Ottawa, Ont. 

1558 Featherston Drive W. , Ottawa, Ont. 

Unit 36, 3691 Albion Road South, Ottawa, Ont. 

5 Knighton Drive, Toronto, Ont. 

146 Ruskin Street, Ottawa, Ont. 

Kildare Farm, R.R. #1, Pakenham, Ont. 

Unit No. 6, 174 Dufferin Road, Ottawa, Ont. 

P.O. Box 325, R.R. #1, Metcalfe, Ont. 

239 Harmer Ave. S., Ottawa, Ont. 

737 Manor Avenue, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa. 

YuetWahSt., 12/Tlr., Flat D, Hong Kong. 



Zwirewich, Charles Vincent 



234 Irving Place, Ottawa, Ont. 




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