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"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 -
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!
DRUMMOND LISTER' ESQ.
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
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.
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.)
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
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.
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
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
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
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 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.
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!
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
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
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
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-
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
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.
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.
Even Santa's elves get tired:
Cathy Green and mother, Joy.
Sarah Niles and Jim Humphreys
Chris Penton with cake.
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.
Right: Jordan Shiveck. Below: Cam
Left: the ghost of
Farzad Peyrow and
Blair Mordy. Be-
low, Left: Andy
Moore during the
(he cost only $9).
Benny Benedict and Murray
Walsh mix it up in the lab.
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
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
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
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?
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.
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
I would like to thank the directors, Mr. Rice, Mr. Macoun and Mr. Heyd for all their
advice and assistance.
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
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.
Funds for Donation
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.
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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
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.
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.
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
Chris Molson 20
Tim Farquhar 12
Kevin Keyes 9
David Green 8
Thady Murray 6
Andy Brown 6
Bob Morrison 6
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.
'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.
'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
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
'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
Picking up the pieces.
John Rogers, the first team manager, caught in an idle
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
'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.
Top: Justin Fogarty scores against Tech. Below: Raikles reaches for a pass.
Bob Gray and Ian McKay.
Bob Lackey and
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 -
MARCH 10th 1977
Cyril Currier and Bill Joyce.
Jim Finnie and Jack Marland.
Ron Perry and Bishop Robinson.
Tiny Hermann Trophy
Lee Snelling Trophy
M. I. P. Bantam
The Irvin Cup
The Bellamy Cup
The Boyd Trophy
The Perry Trophy
Photo courtesy The Citizen.
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.
SENIOR SOCCER RESULTS
Ashbury 1 Selwyn House 1
Ashbury 1 Nepean 2
Ashbury 3 Laurendeau 1
Ashbury 1 Fisher Park 5
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
Pablo Vasquez 9
Iain Johnston 6
Clermont Veilleux 4
Barry Went 3
Juan Uribe 3
David Carlson 2
Jesus Nader 1
Alexis Chow 1
Barry Went scores on penalty shot against Bishop's.
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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.
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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Left: Ron Sunday. The
cup is being presented
at right. Below: Justin
Fogarty, John MacMa-
hon, Iain Morton. Pho-
tos by S. Perron.
Below Left: Mr.
Below Right: R.
Sunday runs for a
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
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.
Ronnie Sunday 48
Fergus MacClaren 12
Steven Kirby 12
Michael Puttick 12
Les Bejkosalaj, Justin Fogarty, Steve Harris, Andy Maxwell 6 each.
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.
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
Martin Wostenholme scored 12 goals,
Paterson five, Gittens three, and Kick
Fonay (The Hungarian Wonder) three.
Martin Wostenholme with D.D.L.
Above: Mrs. Harris and Mrs. Kenny agree with Becky
Right: Garth Gittens.
Photos by D. D. L.
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
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!
David Odell and Nick
Brearton dance while
John Lund waits atten-
tively in nets.
Right: Jacques Major wheels to
attack. Below: Brearton takes aim.
house league soccer
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
Don't be lazy -
Join a club . . .
Or something crazy.
Underlying photo by D.D.L.; Inset by Dave Palmer.
Question: What kind of people join the Science
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
Answer: The pictures speak for themselves.
Left: Richard Adams and Mi-
Right: Brian Baxter tries some
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
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
FOR THE MORE STRENUOUSLY
Top Left: Gordon MacLean stops Iain Morton.
Top Right: Mark Dale, Steve Harris and
Mark Eagle. Centre Left: Coach McDougall
explains. Left: John MacMahon.
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.
Eric Gall and Elmwood Bottoms.
Keltie Johnson and John Mierins.
Phil Grant, Benny Benedict and Rod Heyd being tried.
Below: Annie Lawrence and Eric Gall.
John Rogers in "The Teachers' Dope Deal". Below:
Dave Rgott reads a poem.
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,
Lower two photos by Bob Morrison.
Left: Andy Maxwell and Thady Murray.
Right: Kevin Keyes.
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.
Top Left: Coach Stableford. Top Right: Rod Heyd
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Left: Clermont Veilleux and Benny
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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
Missing from team picture: Kevin Smith, Andy Brearton, Andrew MacLaren.
Up and Down: Graeme Clark, Philip Sellers, Ian Martin, Bernie Sander, Blair Mordy,
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THE CURLING TEAM
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Above: Bob Biewald and Martin Wos-
tenholme - 200 m.
Below: David Comerford and Michael
Below: Rod Heyd wins a 100m. heat.
Above: The Hazards of Track; Steve Miller and
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Above: Tony Macoun judging the High Jump.
Left: Alex Paterson watched by
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"He's a whimp." Andy Moore and Dave Green
accuse each other.
Above: Andy Assad and Sam Chipman.
Below: Mr. Glover keeps score.
Left: Some took the meet seriously,
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
Brian Baxter takes third as John Rogers misses the throv
during a classically misjudged play.
Kevin Keyes tags up before Rod Heyd tags him.
L. to R. : Frank Mozer, Mr. John Beedell,
Steven Sun, Mr. David Palmer, John Mie-
rins, Pierre LaTraverse, Chris Chilsholm.
Absent is Mr. Purvis McDougall.
Photos by Stephen Berron and Doug Welch.
Mr. Maxwell awaits the start of the game.
Mr. Grainger tallying up.
Each year the Headmaster and some
chaps get together to play cricket. It is a
tradition and it is a time for the fathers,
staff and students to revive their school
boy days on the pitch; to greet each other
with polite applause and enjoy the game
over crumpets and tea. This year conced-
ing the game to the Headmaster's side was
a gamely group of Ashbury friends who had
65 runs all out. The Headmaster's side
won with no wickets left. But even with
cries of "Whot Oh! !" and "Shot, man,
Shot" the match was not the same without
that grand umpire Ted Marshall.
Nevertheless, "HOW'S THAT! !! "
Barry Went 'adjusts' the wickets.
Above: Dr. Deepan, Mr. McGuire, and Mr. Grey consult
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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-
"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
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
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.
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
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
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
Things were moving too fast. The mob
of people disappeared at the entrance of
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.
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
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
"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-
"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
"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.
"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
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
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
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
Sing sweetly of your winter
Oh! majestic swan
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
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
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
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
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
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-
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,
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-
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
Tall tree; old
Lady's fingers in the fall:
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
"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-
"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
"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
"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
"I say Kennedy, what do you mean to do
by removing my wife's petticoats?" I in-
"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
"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. "
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
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.
"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
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-
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
And there was no one to say stop.
Did anyone ask the children if it was
alright to destroy their day?
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.
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-
"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
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,"
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.
"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 ..."
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
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-
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.
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
"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
"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
The boat turned and left the gorge. In-
side was the mangled body of Stephen
Cane, the diver, screaming "I'M
NUMBER ONE. "
Please let me wander,
I can find my way within,
Find yes, but entering
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?
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.
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.
Many secrets you must know.
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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
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"
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
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,
Beauty at Birks
angles, length and cash in twelves and pre-
serving the useful extra divisibility of all
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
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
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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
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
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 . . .
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THROUGHOUT CANADA. ORANGE IS BEAUTIFUL.
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-
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
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
"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
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-
"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-
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
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
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
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
1 stood there drinking until I finished and
then I left.
I am forever bounded by
I am restrained from my
true self by morals
My inner self is
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
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1977 JUNIOR ASHBURIAN STAFF
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
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
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
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.
Back Row: I.J. Wesson,
N. A. Dumont, C. G.
Front Row: B.C. Stants,
D. M. Alexander,
M. H. E. Sherwood, Esq.
R. G. Tamblyn.
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
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:
Ron Bock, David
Alee, and Ian Wes-
son, Bernie Sander,
Mike Assante and
Nabil Chaya. Lower
Left: Steve Flam,
Mitch Rosenberg, Jim
Futo, and Andy
Clyde. Lower Right:
Ian Wesson and
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,
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,
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.
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.;
Back: Arroyas, P.R.A.;
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.;
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.
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
Many thanks go to the Babbitts for a
happy, and filling evening.
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
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.
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
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.
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.
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
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
■ * s '
Director of the Junior School, Mike Sherwood,
English, and, Right: Bill Babbitt, English.
Above: David Polk, English and
Above: John Beedell, Science and
Outdoor Ed. Left: Nurse Hamilton.
Below: Tim Tottenham, History.
Left: Jim Humphreys, French.
Below: Bob Gray, Phys. Ed.
Left: "I said I do
NOT want to be the
fold! " Scott Crock-
Right: Mrs. Grace
Top: The Junior wing. Left: Mrs. Nan
Watt, Matron in charge of boarders. Be-
low: Mrs. Betty Babitt, Mathematics.
SNOW BOUND: THE AMHERST TRIP
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-
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.
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
James Puttick with Tim Adams
Mr. Vanderkuur in action.
THE ELMWOOD-ASHBURY DANCE
Photos by Kevin Hunt.
ASHBURY HOSTS SOCCER TOURNAMENT
ASHBURY VS ST. JOHNS
L. - R. : Hal Freitag
keeps his eye on the
Below: Todd Sellers.
Photos courtesy Bill Brennan The Citizen.
Below: Mike Reece
Below: Cesar Cardenas
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-
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!
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.
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
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.
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.
H. A. HART, Phm.B
J. B. HART, Phm.B.
HART'S PHARMACY LIMITED
03 TlEECHWOOD AVE. (COR. MACKAY)
OTTAWA 2, ONT.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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
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.
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.
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.
Palme. Front Row:
D.R. Gamble, S.l
Grainger, I.J. Wes
son, Vice -Capt.,
D.D. Young, K.M
L. C. C.
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.
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!
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.
4 — —
Above: Mark Wollaston,
Below: Michael Holmes
Above: Mark Ruddock.
Right: Mr. Sherwood and
Andy Evans, Steve Mill-
Below: Can you tell us?
Photos by Kevin Hunt.
Above: Tim Dallett.
Below: David Alee.
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.
1) Young (Goblins)
2) Grainger (Dragons)
3) Ruddock (Hobbits)
3) Bock (Hobbits)
1) Willis II (Hobbits)
2) Grainger (Dragons)
3) Young (Goblins)
1) Willis II (Hobbits)
2) Binavince (Wizards)
3) Hunter (Wizards)
1) Binavince (Wizards)
2) Moonje (Goblins)
3) Willis II (Hobbits)
1) Moonje (Goblins) - ties rec. 3'10"
2) Grainger (Dragons)
3) Calleia (Wizards)
1) Young (Goblins) - rec.
2) Morton (Hobbits)
3) Grainger (Dragons)
1) Young (Goblins) -
2) Bock (Hobbits)
3) Kayser (Hobbits)
1) Cardenas (Wizards)
2) Gamble (Wizards)
3) Kennedy (Wizards)
1) Gamble (Wizards)
2) Peppier (Dragons)
3) Mierins (Dragons)
1) Peppier (Dragons)
2) Willis I (Dragons)
3) Stone (Wizards)
1) Peppier (Dragons)
2) Campeau (Dragons)
3) Stone (Wizards)
1) Mierins (Dragons)
2) Cardenas (Wizards)
3) Futterer (Goblins)
1) Cardenas (Wizards) - rec. 14*6'
2) Peppier (Dragons)
3) Kennedy (Wizards)
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)
1) Gamble (Wizards) - rec. 88*11"
2) Carter (Dragons)
3) Nunn (Dragons)
1) Gamble (Wizards) - 38^ pts.
2) Peppier (Dragon) - 32 pts.
3) Cardenas (Wizards) - 29 pts.
1) Stants II (Goblins)
2) Freeth (Goblins)
3) Gormley (Wizards)
1) Palme (Wizards)
2) Stants (Goblins)
3) Holmes I (Wizards)
3) Freeth (Goblins)
1) Palme (Wizards)
2) Murray II (Goblins)
3) Alexander (Goblins)
1) Molozzi (Goblins)
2) Palme (Wizards)
3) Alexander (Goblins)
1) Holmes (Wizards)
2) Alexander (Goblins)
3) Rosenberg (Hobbits)
1) Gormley (Wizards)
2) Molozzi (Hobbits)
3) Baron (Hobbits)
1) Konrad (Dragons) - rec. 35 '3'
2) Stants (Goblins)
3) Lavery (Dragons)
1) Konrad (Dragons) - rec.
2) Holmes (Wizards)
3) Kellerman (Hobbits)
1) Stants (Goblin)
2) Palme (Wizards)
3) Konrad (Dragon)
Below: Jeff Mierins. Can you spot the
Right: John Fraser.
Far Right: J.
9 pm: Jamie Lister.
Noon: Danny Raina.
4 pm: Hal Freitag.
7 pm: Steve Masson.
PRIZES IN THE JUNIOR
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
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,
Photos by Kevin Hunt.
Above: Jim Posman and
Dietmar Froese - General
AWARD OF MERIT WINNERS:
Jeff Simpson and Mike Blair
(above) and Marek Molozzi
(right) for diligence, effort and
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.
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.
The Annual POETRY READING CONTEST was held towards the end of the school year
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!
122 Juniors entered the EIGHTEENTH ANNUAL ASHBURY COLLEGE JUNIOR SCHOOL
CHESS TOURNAMENT - which amounts to about 87% of the school. The class finalists
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.
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
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'.
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
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
friend who asked me: "Anything new, Alain?" And I replied: "No, not much. "
ALAIN D. BARSONY - G. 5
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
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-
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
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
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
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,
ALEX HUNTER - G6
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
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
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
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
STEVEN WICKENS - G7
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 -
Class Winners — G6 Class Winners — G5
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-
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
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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Left: His Excellency, The Governor General
and Mme. Leger, Mr. F.S. Martin, and Mr.
and Mrs. W.A. Joyce.
SUBJECT PRIZES - YEAR 1
Alex Paterson -
Alexandre Reeves -
Tim Webb -
Jon Eddy -
Gord Goudie -
Amanda Lovett -
Photos by D.D.L.
Left: Mr. Brown accepts' prizes for his
son, Ross, including: Mathematics,
The Ablack Prize, the Headmaster's
Cup and the newly awarded Old Boys'
Bernie O'Meara -
Pierre Vanasse -
David Welch -
Below: Wayne Chodikoff. Right: David Welch
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,
Photo courtesy of the Citizen.
YRS 3 AND 4
Rob Surge nor
- Urban St.
Ian Rhodes - The Firestone
Prize for Mathematics.
Graeme Clark - The Brain
Prize for History. E. Kon-
igsman - The Pemberton Prize
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
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
Top: Ian Rhodes. Middle: Bernie O'Meara and Pierre Vanasse.
Ian Youldon and John Sciara
- year 1
- year 2
- year 3
- year 4
- year 5
John Evans Photography Ltd.
Candy Warren (Elmwood) - Years 2 and 3.
Typing and business accounting prize.
John Evans Photography Ltd.
Iain Johnston - Governor-General's
Medal - Top Student in year 5.
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.
Above: Clermont Veilleux. Right: Douglas Welch.
Below: Mr. Fred Martin, Chairman on the Board.
Right Middle: Benny Benedict.
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2351 Briar Hill Drive, Ottawa, Ont.
R. R.#l, Carp, Ont.
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686 Le Fleche Road, Hawkesbury, Ont.
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210 Acacia Avenue, Ottawa, Ont.
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403 Wood Avenue, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa, Ont.
529 Evered Avenue, Ottawa, Ont.
529 Evered Avenue, Ottawa, Ont.
1752 Rhodes Crescent, Ottawa, Ont.
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1901 Barnhart Place, Ottawa, Ont.
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19 Basin Court, Ottawa, Ont.
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475 Cloverdale Avenue, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa
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28 Monkland Avenue, Ottawa, Ont.
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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
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6 Birch Avenue, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa, Ont
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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
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Fallbrook Farm, R. R. =1, Balderson, Ont
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20 Glenwood Avenue, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa.
170 Lakeway Drive, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa.
170 Lakeway Drive, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa.
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66 Acacia Avenue, Ottawa, Ont
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Mierins III, Jeffrey Mark
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Murray I, Timothy Basil
Murray II, Sean Patrick
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Nipperdey, Alexander C. C.
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Olsen, Neil David Fitzjohn
O'Neill, Charles Connor G.
Orange, Robert Harry
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
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.
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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.
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863 Kingsmere Avenue, Ottawa, Ont.
2837B Baycrest Drive, Ottawa, Ont
2837B Baycrest Drive, Ottawa, Ont.
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18 Bedford Crescent, Manor Park, Ottawa, Ont.
1374 Base Line Road, Ottawa, Ont.
165 Crichton Street, Ottawa, Ont
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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
Pigott, David Campbell
Porreca, Frank Anthony
Posman, James Paid
Puttick I, Stephen Richard
Puttick II, Michael
Puttick III, James Harold
Raikles, Abbey Franklin
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
Rowlinson, Andrew John
Ruddock, Mark Henry
Sander, Bernard Charles
du Marchie Sarvaas, Gideon
Schoeler II, Robert John
Schoeller I, Philipp
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.
Shipman, Stephen James
Shiveck, Jordan Mark
Simpson, Jeffrey Gordon
Smith I, Robin Hayeur
Smith II, George Robert A.
Smith III, Kevin Michael
Smith IV, Brian Alexander
Somers, Andrew David R.
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
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.
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
Tamblyn II, Robert Gordon
Taylor, Bruce Alexander G.
Thomas, Andrew William
Uribe, Juan Antonio
Valdes Stoopen, Martin
Vanasse, Leo Pierre
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.
Wirth, Christopher Harold
Wiley, John Charles
Wollaston, Paul Steven
Wood, Kenneth David
Woods, James Braden
Wostenholme, Martin Carl
Wyspianski, Peter Howard
Youldon, Ian Frederick
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.
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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.
174 GLEBE AVENUE
COMFORT AND CARE
1 (613) 234-05.90
Hungarian Village is operating on 3 floors. 1 64 Laurier W.
Seating Capacity 400.
"VILLAGE" ROOMS: Located on the main floor. Luncheon special at noontime. —
Evenings: with the Gypsies playing! You can enjoy our authentic Delicious Specialties
served by originally costumed waitresses in a warm atmosphere!
"CHARDA" ROOMS: Continental Buffet with "Real Food".
"BUDAPEST" ROOMS: Top floor. A beautiful place to Dine & Dance. A stop over after
work, before or after theatre. A place to enjoy a nightcap!
Catering to Weddings, Receptions, Parties!
Proprietors: Mr. and Mrs. Fonay
Manager: Mr. j. C. Bako
JOLICOEUR LTD. hardware
PEINTURE - PAINT
ACCESSOIRES DE MAISON - HOUSEWARE
19-21 Becchwood 749-5959
TRAVELWAYS, MAPLE LEAF
AND BUS SALES LIMITED
Tel. 745-9 143