A SOUVENIR RECORD OF THE FOURTH YEAR
Assistant Headmaster, Mr. P.B. Ditchburn, congratulates
Co-recipient of Staff Scholarship for 1975-76, Kathy
Or. Unnithan and dancers from Jaipur admire gift for MGD
School for Girls
Lord Strathcona and Board of Governors Chairman, Mrs.
G.L. Locke admire photograph of his great-grandfather,
Donald Smith, first Lord Strathcona
Dr. D. Kovitz, Mr. Heard, Mrs. Muriel Kovitz, Chancellor,
University of Calgary, attend reception for Lord Strathcona
Headmaster, W.A. Heard, Lord Strathcona, Chairman, Mrs.
APRIL 4, 1975
FROM THE ADDRESS AT
Welcome Chairman, Members of the Board
of Governors, Honoured Guests, Alumni,
Ladies and Gentlemen. It is indeed a memor-
able day when so many of you have come to be
with us and help the Strathcona-Tweedsmuir
Family celebrate the close of our 4th year in
this location. Thank you very much for coming
and a particular thanks to Dr. Unnithan and our
guests from Jaipur where our twin school is
located. Our ouests will be introduced more
formally later in these procedings.
I want briefly to mention how important
these celebrations are, before I report to you
Madame Chairman on the year's happenings. In
our society today, we tend to formalize our
behavior less and less, and to celebrate import-
ant days with a minimum of pomp and
ceremony. The informality of our dress on the
many occasions which were previously
considered formal, is evidence of our attitude. I
feel this is a pity. I feel this takes away from the
joy that we have in celebrating. The spirit that is
within us needs an opportunity to express
itself. I hope at Strathcona-Tweedsmuir, the
students will learn to appreciate and even enjoy
dressing up in their "best bib and tucker" and
celebrating important events.
Now if I may, I would like to highlight this
past year mentioning some of the facts of our
life at Strathcona-Tweedsmuir and perhaps
drawing to our attention again the reasons for
this celebration. I will do this by discussing
each department one by one.
The English department is one of our most
fundamental departments as the work that goes
on in English is basic to our communication in
all other areas of our life. Peter Ditchburn, our
assistant headmaster, has once again exhibited
initiative and imagination in leading this
department to a high degree of excellence and
we offer our thanks to him and congratulate
him on his success. We are sorry that Mrs. Weir
is leaving us but the Weirs are moving to the
Columbia Lake area, building their home and I
know looking forward to a new and challenging
The library, under the capable direction of
Mrs. Ropchan, has expanded tremendously
this past year due to a most generous gift from
friends of the Strathcona-Tweedsmuir Family.
We now have about 5,000 volumes not includ-
ing a most substantial collection of Audio
Visual materials, periodicals and the like. We
would also like to thank Mrs. Keene for her help
in the library.
The Social Studies department has, for
reasons unknown, had a most successful year.
Seriously, Mr. Hay has developed in his depart-
ment, a program that is the model for many
other schools. The Social Awareness Unit has
brought our School and our students -a reputa-
tion that is most creditable. We are sorry that
Mr. Dawood is moving on. Ishie Dawood, with
his sparkle and enthusiasm has given greatly of
himself, and all of us, both students and
faculty have benefitted by knowing him.
The French department has flourished this
year with Mr. Freight, Mr. Tottenham, and
Madame Brown bringing their students not only
the language but a feeling of the history and
culture of that most significant part of our heri-
tage. Two of our students Francis Amery and
Lisa McKay have won bursaries for further
study in French this summer at Laval Univer-
The largest, and perhaps at times the most
vociferous department, math-science has had
another great year. The Vision Program under
the direction of Mr. McConnell has involved 14
students in extending and broadening their
horizons in such fields as meteorology,
banking, geology, medicine and veterinary
medicine. Mr. Garrison the head of the
department, and one of teachers who has been
with us from Riverdale days is branching out in
his career. I would like to thank him for all he
has given to the development of the School in
these formative years.
Mr. Keller will be assuming much of Mr.
Garrison's responsibility and he will be assis-
ted by Mr. Nelson and Mr. McConnell. Mr.
Nelson will also have responsibility for the
Junior High School. We also are saying
goodbye and thanks to Miss Gouthro who has
been with the Math-Science Department for the
past two years.
The athletic department, under the direc-
tion of Brad Kilb, has once again demonstrated
that a sound mind and a sound body go
together. We have students that have reached
national level competition in badminton and
white water canoeing; provincial level in
volleyball, white water canoeing, cross country
running, track and field and the Alberta Sum-
mer games. Our students regained lead in
Senior and Junior Basketball, and trap
Our gymnastics team coached by Mrs.
Coyne and the hockey team coached by Mr.
Bauman and Mr. McConnell in city competition
against schools with far greater enrollment
than Strathcona-Tweedsmuir. I'm sure I have
left something out such as the skiing program,
the adventure program, trips, cross country
skiing, soccer and so on. May I say, when 75%
of your faculty are involved in supervising,
organising and the coaching of these activities
you are bound to have success. May I express
my sincere gratitude, partly as a parent, for all
the time and effort spent on our children by
these men and women.
Stan Piorecky is moving to Olds and taking
with him his skill and enthusiasm for white
water canoeing. We wish Stan and his family
the very best in their new home.
A reorganization of grades 1 to 6 is taking
place this year. Miss Pat Fischer will be in
charge of grades 1 to 3 and Mr. Garry Bauman
will be in charge of grades 4-6. We say
goodbye to Mrs. Louise Glin who is leaving us
to raise her own family. We hope its twins
Louise and that they will both come to S.T.S.
Mr. Seeger, who is also one of the original
Riverdale gang is moving on from S.T.S.
George, your capable and dedicated service to
the School in its formative years have been
Mr. Bauman will be assisted in his new
responsibility by Mrs. Kerr and Mrs. Coskey.
We are particularly sorry to hear of hus-
bands being promoted and moved as they take
with them dedicated and talented teachers.
Mrs. Prentice is leaving us for Vancouver. We
wish you well Betty. Also Mrs. Halpenny is
going to Texas with her husband and we will
miss her as well.
This year the guidance department under
Mr. Schmit's leadership, further developed the
Adverse-Advisor system where a parcel number
of students were assigned to a teacher for guid-
ance and assistance. This program is to be
developed next year and will include consul-
tation with parents.
I would be remiss if I did not take this op-
portunity to thank those people whose
efficiency, and hard work made the running of
the school so smooth. Mr. Morris, Mrs. Swain
and Mrs. Widney in the office, Mr. Sills, Mr.
Headrick and Mr. and Mrs. Fulmack in main-
tenance, Mr. Coultry and the drivers of Cardinal
I would also like to reitterate Mrs. Locke's
words and thank the Board of Governors for the
support and hard work on all of our behalf.
This report would not be complete
Madame Chairman, if I did not take a crack at
the leaving class. They have been both the
delight of my life and the bane of my existence
this year. I would like to point out some self
evident truths which will bear hearing by all the
students here today. It centres around the idea,
involvement. Because we are a small school,
you have been involved. You have been forced
to participate where in a larger school you
might have escaped. You have been forced into
contact with others where in a larger school you
might have avoided contact. You have been
forced to lead where in a big school you could
avoid responsibility. Next year you will be in
bigger situations than Strathcona-Tweedsmuir.
I say this to you - use the training and exper-
ience that you gave gained here to become
involved. Become involved in athletics, in
clubs, in student government. Participate in the
activities around you. Make the effort to be in
contact with others. Lead - accept the respon-
sibility and lead. Don't hide your talents, show
your light to the world.
W. A. Heard
B.Ed. (University of Alberta), Alberta Teachers Certificate
P. B. Ditchburn
B.A., Dip. Ed. (University of Melbourne), M.Ed. (University of Calgary), Alberta Teacher's Certificate,
Head of English Department.
R. H. Cojocar, Alberta Teacher's Certificate, Head of Elementary School.
I. Dawood, B.A. (Hons.) (University of Natal). B.Ed., U.E.D. (University of South Africa), Dip. Ed. (University of
Calgary), Alberta Teacher's Certificate, Head of Junior High School.
G. G. Bauman, B.Sc. (University of Calgary), Alberta Teacher's Certificate.
Madame Claudette Brown, Alberta Teacher's Certificate.
Mrs. K. W. Coskey, Alberta Teacher's Certificate.
Mrs. L. L. Coyne, B.Sc. (Washington State University), M.A. (Ohio State University), Alberta Teacher's Certificate.
Miss P. F. Fischer, B.A. (University of Western Ontario), Alberta Teacher's Certificate
G. D. Freight, B.A. (University of Calgary), Alberta Teacher's Certificate. Head of Modern Languages Department.
D. R. Garrison, B.Ed., M.Ed. (University of Calgary), Alberta Teacher's Certificate. Head of Mathematics-Science
Mrs. S. Glin, B.Ed. (University of Calgary), Alberta Teacher's Certificate.
Miss E. Gouthro, B.Sc. (St. Francis-Xavier University), B.Ed. (Acadia University), Alberta Teacher's Certificate.
C. J. Hay, B.A. (University of Calgary), Alberta Teacher's Certificate. Head of Social Studies Department.
Mr. M. Keller, B.Sc. (University of Arizona), M.Sc. (University of Calgary), Alberta Teacher's Certificate.
Mrs. J. B. Kerr, B.Ped. (University of Manitoba), Alberta Teacher's Certificate.
B. L. Kilb, B.P.E., M.A. (University of Alberta), Alberta Teacher's Certificate. Director of Athletics.
J. H. McConnell, B.A. (University of Calgary), Alberta Teacher's Certificate.
D. R. Nelson, B.Ed. (University of Alberta), Alberta Teacher's Certificate.
S. Piorecky, B.Ed. (Charles University, Prague), Alberta Teacher's Certificate.
Mrs. S. Ropchan, B.Ed., Dip. Ed. (University of Calgary), Alberta Teacher's Certificate. Librarian.
J. E. Schmit, B.A., M.A. (Gonzaga University), Alberta Teacher's Certificate. Head of Guidance Department.
A. G. Seeger, B.A. (University of Alberta), Alberta Teacher's Certificate.
C. J. Tottenham, B.A.,M.A. (University of Toronto), Alberta Teacher's Certificate.
Mrs. D. W. Weir, B.Ed. (University of Calgary), Alberta Teacher's Certificate.
Mrs. J. A. Kirkham, Headmaster's Secretary
Wm. Morris, School Accountant
Mrs. M. Swain, Reception
Mrs. R. Widney, Secretary
B. Sills, Maintenance Supervisor
K. Headrick, Maintenance
Mr. Randy Garrison [1969-1975]
Mr. Garrison joined the staff of Strathcona when the school was
located on Riverdale Avenue. He taught math and science to both
the elementary and junior high classes and coached the basketball
team. He took 1971-72 as a year's leave-of-absence and completed
his Master's degree in Educational Psychology. On returning to
Strathcona-Tweedsmuir he became Department Head of
Mathematics and Science, taught math and physics and coached
the senior boys' basketball team. Mr. Garrison will assume a
teaching position with the Calgary Board of Education.
Mr. George Seeger [1970-1975]
Mr. Seeger became Grade 4 teacher at Strathcona in 1970 when
the elementary classes were conducted at Riverview. He
continued as Grade 4 teacher at Strathcona-Tweedsmuir and in
1974-75 became homeroom teacher for Grade 5. A curler and
onetime coach of the curling club, he was also a keen photo-
Mr. Ismail Dawood [1971 - 1975]
Mr. Dawood served as both junior high social studies teacher and
Head of the Junior High School. During his four years at STS he
completed his Diploma of Education at the University of Calgary
and he served as soccer coach for the junior high team. Mr.
Dawood will be teaching at St. Bonaventure's in Calgary.
Mr. Stan Piorecky [1972-1975]
Mr. Piorecky introduced many program innovations during his
three years at STS. Apart from teaching physical education to ele-
mentary and junior high classes, he initiated canoeing,
white-water canoeing and cross-country skiing. He also coached
hockey, volleyball and badminton teams. Mr. Piorecky and his
family have moved to Olds, Alberta, where he will continue to
teach physical and outdoor education.
Mrs. Louise Glin [1973-1975]
Mrs. Glin spent two years on the faculty as the homeroom teacher
for Grade 1 . Mrs. Glin has left STS to raise a family.
Miss Elizabeth Gouthro [1973-1975]
Miss Gouthro was the junior high math and senior biology
teacher. She was assistant coach of the Junior girls' volleyball
team. Miss Gouthro guided the early stamp club, supervised the
Houses and was also doing course work for her master's degree in
Educational Aministration at the University of Calgary.
Mrs. Margann Weir [1973-1975]
Mrs. Weir taught English to the junior and senior high school. She
introduced film study to Grade 11 and was the popular riding
instructor in the riding program sponsored by the Athletic Depart-
ment. Mrs. Weir and her husband have moved to British
Mr. R.H. Cojocar
Mr. Cojocar, Head of the Junior School, completed a decade of
service this year.
Mr. Cojocar joined the staff of Strathcona School for Boys in 1 965
after spending several years at Trinity College School, Port Hope,
Ontario. He taught both elementary and junior high classes at
Strathcona when Mr. A. Howard was Headmaster and again when
Mr. W.A. Heard became Headmaster. With the expansion of the
school, the elementary division was moved to Riverview United
Church in 1970 under the direction of Mr. Cojocar. When
Strathcona and Tweedsmuir amalgamated and moved to the new
campus at Okotoks, Mr. Cojocar became Head of Junior Boys and
shortly after Head of the Junior School.
In recognition of Mr. Cojocar's service and contribution to the
school, the Board of Governors sponsored a leave of absence for
the 1975-76 year. During his leave, Mr. Cojocar will attend the
University of Calgary.
WELCOME TO NEW TEACHERS
A warm welcome is extended to new teachers who will join the faculty in 1975.
Mrs. Eva Nosal, M.Ed., M.Sc, Ph.D Mrs. M. Ikebuchi, B.Ed.
Mrs. T. Cox, B.A. Mr. P. Adams, B. P. E.
Mrs. P. Foster, B.Ed. Mr. H. Koning, B.Ed.
Mr. B. Wilson, B.A.
THE CLASS OF 75
Standing: Bernie Dayment, 72-75, Dony Ng, 74-75, Derrick
Johnson, 74-75, Harvey Locke, 69-75, Janice
Heard, 69-75, Kevin Pearson, 69-75, Mary Harvey,
71-75, Lisa McKay, 72-75, Nic Seaton, 69-70,
74-75, Corinne Mathews, 72-75, Winston Leong,
73-75. Mr. Garrison.
Seated: Sylvia Sherlock, 71-75, Pat Pryor, 72-73, 74-75,
Kathy Paget, 67-71, 73-75, Missy Tharp, 74-75,
Fran Amery, 66-75.
Front: Ross Clauson, 71-75, Hugh McMillan, 74-75.
Back Row: Michelle Stevens, Billy Rollins, Bradley Clowes, Richard Balaz, Jamey Kilb, Gerhard
Front Row: Darin Ekstrom, Stephanie Wahl, Ronald Laing, Brett Coyne, Jon-Paul Somerville.
Absent: David Sedgewick, Sara-Lane Sirey, Cori Cimolino.
Back Row: Miss P. Fischer, Curtis Darmohray, Kim Mahmud, Chris Somerville
Middle Row: Jennifer Kerr, Tara Pipella, Robbie Allendorf, Robert Elliott, Nicholas Pryde, Jill
Cross, Elizabeth Johnson, Douglas Werth, Thomas Friedrich
Front Row: Brian Gould, David Bridgewater, Leslie-Ann Trimble
Absent: Darcy Ohlson
Back Row: Dawn Ekstrom, John Pidgeon, Grant Mouat, Blair Sorby, Sean Rollins, Mrs. Kerr
Middle Row: Alex Goldstein, Kim Morrison, Philip Thiessen, Robert Kaul, Andrew Baxter
Front Row: Geret Coyne, David Holt
Absent: Gerry Quinton, Michael Pierce, Marina Sosukiewicz, Christina Thompson,
John Anderson, Jon Mitchell, David Elliott
Back Row: Andrew Molitor, Michael Dundas, Robert Stanley, David Taylor, Jason Hari,
Mrs. Coskey, Luisa Rottig
Middle Row: Jeffrey Rui, Glenn Coskey, Leigh Clarke, David Llewellyn
Front Row: Michael Thakker, Dayla Nastiuk, Andrew Weeks, Karen Laing
Absent: Cameron Craine
Back Row: Tim Hayoz, Mr. Seeger, Lorraye Saik, Patrick Mayson, Larry Lim, Steven Lim,
Hugh Kennedy, Robbie Morrison, Kelly Keith, Bianca Topsnick, Thomas Nelson
Middle Row: Stephen Waldie, Roddy Heard, David Gresham, Tess Graham, Wendy Maquire
Front Row: Richard Pierce, Carol Reggin, Eric Hasiuk, Carson Drisdale, Paul Proctor,
David Diskin, David Dundas
Absent: Andrew Rahme
GRADE SIX A
Standing: Bart Borrett, Peter Gammell, Ian Farquharson, Leroy Thiesen, Elizabeth Ash worth,
R.H. Coiocar, John Bilton, Debbie Drisdale, Adam Walker, Paul Roach
Seated: Eric Millice, Madelaine Shuttleworth, Sloan Pipella,Lauchlin Lyons, Kenneth Drisdale
Kneeling: Marco Mazzolani, Anita Chakravorty, David Thompson, Sara Goldstein
Absent: David Thakkar, Christine Sattler
GRADE SIX B
Back Row: Paul Mathieson, Tina Jessen, Mr. Bowman, Paul Glenfield, Colin MacDonald,
Robert Sturmer, Ben Higgs, Lindsay Tarasoff, Ward Wardle
Middle Row: Paul Henry, Stephen Pillow, Jean-Marc LeBlanc, Jane Rawin, Annette Cummer
Front Row: Laurena Reimer, Scott Darling, Murray Laidlow, Renee Tetrault, Paul Charuk
Absent: Chris Deveth, John Gates, Janice McNeill
GRADE SEVEN A
Standing Back Row: Darryl Ohlson, Bob Bridgewater, Eric Harvie, Tom Kovacs, Hugh McCruden,
Cathy L'Abbe, Kim Bridgewater, Tina Lim, Ann Hordos
Front Row: Blair Douglas, Lori Armstrong, Mr. Nelson, Gina Reuther
GRADE SEVEN B
Back Row: JohnBallem, Michael Detlefsen, Hugh Gwillim, Mr. Piorecky, Tyler Zell,
Jeff O'Connor, Elizabeth Molitor
Middle Row: Maribeth Feys, Leanne Oughton, James Prentice, Karen Mackie, Robert Hayter
Cole Bygrove, Melanie McCaig, Grant Dean, Michael Shuttleworth, Vinay Ruparell
Piano: Mrs. Coyne, Laurie McMichael, June Bell
Front Row: John Dundas, Jay Cross, Simon Goldstein, Robert Dack
Absent: Ann-Marie Gonsalves, Lindsay Rohloff
GRADE EIGHT A
Back Row: Gretchen George, Clark Grigsby, Jeff Webb, Julia Bodor, James Tilley,
Middle Row: Wayne Millice, Robert Spiro, Stuart McMichael, Miss Gouthro, Sally Holman,
Shana Smyth, Janice White, Jennifer Hasiuk
Front Row: Robert Chabros, Jamie Crone, Michael Cousins, Barry Clauson
Absent: Jeff Crone
GRADE EIGHT B
Standing: Megan Kassube, Mr. McConnell, Kelli Gough, Sheila Tucker-Carpenter,
Patrizia Mazzolani, Bridgette Sirey, Roger Trimble, Alan Harvie,
Stephen Ross, John Eamon, Russell Morrison
Seated: Row 1 [from back] Laura Kendall, Blakely Corbet, David Fathi, Kneeling: Ben Van Sant
Row 2 Lawrence Dundas, John Wildeman, Derek Lamb. Kneeling:
Row 3 Leslie Oughton, Tracy Bell
Absent: Elizabeth Acteson, Rosalyn Rahme, Tammy Drisdale
Back Row Bob Wall, Mr. Dawood, Pat LaGarde, Wayne Woods, Paul McKenna, Jamie Kastens,
Ross Willis, Chip Burgess, Loren Crone, Howard Green, Miles Prodan, David Enns
Middle Row: Stewart Bondar, Mrs. Ropchan, Paul O'Donoghue, David Ryan, Jamie Marks,
Philip White, Geoff McMillan, Doug Chapman, Stephen Weyant
Seated: Terry Dunn, Paul Storwick, Bruce Conway
Absent: Stephen McKechnie, Bruce Leslie
GRADE NINE B
Back Row: Rob Miller, Jane Palmer, Rod Kirkham, Doug McNiven, Gail Amundsen,
Dawn Springer, Carol Shuttleworth, Martha Newell, Kathy Lamb, Heather Gilley,
Mark Heard, Gretchen Cross, Jamie Motta, Sandy Morrison, Mrs. Weir
Middle Row: David Brown, Heather Johnson, Mike Kerr, Virginia Wilson
Front Row: David Bee, Jay Lyons, Melanie Tetrault, Jill de Nancrede, Mike Colborne
Absent: Mike Pryor, Susan Oman
GRADE TEN A
Standing: Karen Jackson, Doug Johnson, Colin Lamb, Jon Del Bello, Pam Johnson, Bob Cooper
Ron Kluzak, Pam Cross, Cynthia Heard, Allan Alger
Seated: Terry Fishman, Mr. Hay, Tracy Armstrong
Absent: Clark Garnett, Tobi Gonsalves, Raymond Chan, Greta Andersen
GRADE TEN B
Back Row: Shelly Raffin, Andy Louisy, Darrel Saik, Tom Wadsworth, Paul McCruden, Brian White,
Nancy Pasukonis, Bryon Murray, Brant Rayment
Front Row: Simonne LeBlanc, Lance Selock, Mr. Tottenham, Dale McClellan, Kathy Ogilvie
Absent: Alison Martin
GRADE ELEVEN A
Back Row: Mr. Keller, Brad Kluzak, Brett Kyle, Jack Krusche, Jim Barry, Danny Hunt, Mr. Solana
Middle Row: Nick Graham, Molly Lawson, Lucy Garstin, Lore-Lee Armstrong
Front Row: Nancy Gammell, Bob Gammell, Amy Chen, Lori Dowling
Absent: Cynthia Hayward, David Johnson, Andrew Craine
GRADE ELEVEN B
Back Row: Rod Millican, Mr. Freight, Gerald Maquire, Kathy Robertson, Mike McCaig
Front Row: Julie Scott, Jane McQuitty, Richard Perry, Marita Marks
Absent: Stephen Wu
Back Row: Rick Johnson, Janice Heard (President), Harvey Locke (Vice-President),
Kathy Robertson (Treasurer)
Front Row: Bruce Leslie, Kathy Paget, Jay Cross, Fran Amery (Secretary)
Junior School Winners - The Dream Demons
Hockey Hot Shots pause to pose
He finds oil
I love him a lot
I like me because I'm me
And it's fun to be me
And there is just me and
No other me. So I'm just me!
go in drawers
pretty nice, cozy, groovy
Curtis Darmohray, Grade 2
Slithers on plates
Hunger hits the stomach
decorated, long and clean
places to hang coats
Christopher Somerville, Grade 2
OLLY FINALLY SLEEPS
Oily Orange Leaf was playing happily all summer
with his brothers and sisters. But soon Mr. Frost
came. Father Orange Tree said, "Quick, everyone,
off! Mr. Frost is coming." So everyone went off to
sleep except Oily (of course). Then Father Orange
Tree called Mr. Wind to throw Oily off. Mr. Wind
blew, blew and gasped. Oily started to wiggle, got
sleepy and fell off. And he fell off just in time
because along came Mr. Frost. "Good night," said
Father Orange Tree.
Michael Thakkar, Grade 4
sat and never did anything else
for the rest of his fat, contented life
Nic Seaton, Grade 12
But life goes on.
Regardless, life goes on.
We sing in tune,
We sing too flat,
She's too thin,
Or he's too fat,
Eternal, life goes on.
We lose old friends,
We gain some more,
We fail a test,
But we pass four,
Life still goes on.
In comes a new moral,
Out goes an old fad,
Non-ending, life goes on.
We love someone,
We hate another,
Our mother's nuts
But so's our brother,
Descending, life goes on.
It's here, it's there,
A child, a bear,
Mon pere, ma mere,
Prevailing, life goes on.
A neverending process,
How? I do not know.
To-day I see another born,
And then another goes,
Enduring, life goes on.
Fear is just another word
For not knowing what to do.
Harvey Locke, Grade 12
Down, down, down,
then, in odd moments,
up again, bobbing
in the clouds, like a kite
in a fair wind, smiling
at the sun.
Then , they take the wind away,
unknowingly perhaps -
but it's gone, like now,
and my heart is shattered
over and over
as I relive the crash
He's in every crowd,
He degrades another,
To make him feel big.
He makes fools
Of those indifferent
To his loud and brash ways;
It makes him feel big.
He ridicules, the different,
Those not fitting his ideals;
It makes him feel big.
He's the one that always stands out,
First to make the cutting comment,
This makes him feel big.
But, we all know who he is,
He's the small one,
He never grew up,
He never learned,
That people have feelings.
Kathie Paget, Grade 12
Kelly Kerr, Grade 12
THE SILENT EXTERMINATOR
He walked along, stealthily as a snake
making no more noise than a glider.
Then, down t h^ . .
lMe stairshp .
Nimbly as a mountain lion, bursting through the
Shattering life inside
And cracking the still night air
Like a thunderstorm.
Colin Lamb, Grade 10
Pumpkin pink polish
Finely filed to the perfect shape
To reveal a realistic reflection of her character.
Molly Lawson, Grade 11
Janice Heard, Grade 12
AN ODE TO BIOLOGY
Jane McQuitty and Lori Dowling, Grade 11
AN ESSAY ON
TEENAGERS - PEOPLE?
The modern day teenager . . . criminally insane,
socially maladjusted, psychologically disturbed,
morally unbalanced ... yes, that's us. But we, the
teenagers are used to this. Ever since the beginnin
of time there has always been a "modern day teen-
ager." The teenager was mentioned in the Bible way
back with Adam and Eve.
To the adult we are the problem generation. We
are aggressive, dirty, sex perverts, and we corrupt
younger people not yet classified as teenagers.
Making out, drinking, toking up, and being generally
rude and objectionable are al| part of our image.
Can we help it if we were born in the appropriate
year to become eligible for "adolescence"? We, the
modern day teenagers certainly have not started the
sexual revolution. After all, the famous orgies of the
Roman era included anybody from twelve to
seventy, if they lived that long. If adults (anybody
over nineteen) did not participate in sex we wouldn't
be here today.
A menace to society? Or is society a menace to
us? We are labelled as psychological misfits be-
cause our taste in music is slightly different from
the "grown-ups"; outcasts because our clothes are
not dainty and tailored. We are criminals because
our hair is long and our beliefs are modern and new
compared to the old fashioned ways of thinking.
Criminals they call us! Jack the Ripper, the Boston
Strangler and Adolf Hitler all had short hair!
Teenagers dangerous? No, we teenagers have
an identity of our own - just like you adults. You
can't run away from us. No matter how hard you try,
we'll always be here. So. . .
Lock up your doors,
Turn on the lights,
Look out, because. . .
A teenager is in sight.
Alison Martin, Grade 1 0A
LOCKE CREATIVE WRITING CONTEST
THE OLD LADY
"They say she is one hundred years old".
Five feet tall,
Walks with a limp.
The greasy grey hair sticks
Out from under the little
The eyes are black
The lips are dry
And always have a half smile
All but one
Of the front teeth
They play practical jokes
On the old lady.
There is a
Silence. . .
"They say she was one hundred years old'
Doug Johnson, Grade 10
Winner, Poetry Section
Hidden in the corner of the field was the pond, a
green stagnant hollow with thorn bushes on its
From time to time an old man moved carefully
under the prickly branches. He whispered and
whistled coaxingly, "Come, come, come now, little
dear. Here's a piece of meat for you." And he tossed
the scrap into the pond.
The old man sighed and shifted position. Then
he froze. The green slime on the far side of the pond
had parted and a large frog pulled itself from the
"Oh, little dear," breathed the old man so as not
to let the frog hear. He then made a low grating
sound in his throat.
He saw the frog listening.
The noise was somewhat like that on another
frog. The old man repeated the noise. This time the
frog answered and sprang into the pool sending the
green slimy weeds slopping and swam hard. The
frog crawled out a few feet away from the old man
and looked up the bank as if eager to find the frog
that it had heard.
Mrs. G.L. Locke [left] chats with contest winners,
Kelly Kerr [centre] and Doug Johnson [right],
following Presentation Assembly
The old man waited patiently. The frog hopped
twice up the bank. Then the old man's hand moved
slowly toward the handle of a light net that was at
his side. He seized the net and struck, capturing the
frog. The frog leaped frantically but was unable to
"Ah, big beauty!" the man said. "Pretty
handsome fellow, you!"
He took a long needle from his pocked and
killed the frog. Then he put the body in his pocket.
It was the last frog in the pond.
The old man went across the field to a road on
the other side of which stood his cottage. The
cottage was small and ugly and very old. Its
windows gave little light. The old man lit a lamp, for
the sun had set. He put the frog on a plate on the
table and he sat down beside the lamp. He took a
sharp knife from the drawer of the table and began
to carefully skin the frog. When he was finished, he
dropped the limp body into a pot of boiling water.
Then he crossed the small room and came to a high
table with a rather large box set upon it. There was a
faint smell of decay.
"How are you, little dear? "' asked the old man.
He lifted the box and there, underneath, were
dozens of stuffed frogs. All of them had been posed
like humans and were dressed in coats and pants of
an earlier period. There were gentlemen and ladies
and servants, one, with lace at his yellow throat,
held tiny wooden wine glass. A second frog had a
tiny pipe in its mouth with a small strand of wool for
smoke. The same wool was used for the ladies'
wigs. The ladies wore long skirts and carried fans.
The old man looked proudly over the stiff little
figures. His eyes searched the banqueting but
motionless party. In the middle of the table he found
three frogs posed in dancing position.
"Soon we shall have a partner for the lady
there," he said proudly.
He hurried back to the stove and lifted the pot.
He poured the boiling water down the sink. Then he
picked the bones from the meat of the corpse. With
wire and thread and tiny bones, he fashioned a
skeleton and at the top went the skull. He pulled
some wool from the table drawer and as he stuffed
the frog skin with it, he began to talk. "This is a poor
substitute to fill that skin of yours." Then he
threaded a needle and with great concentration
began to stitch up the frog's skin.
Suddenly he lowered his needle and listened.
Puzzled, he put down the half-stuffed skin and went
to the door and opened it. It was dark now. He heard
the sound more clearly. It was something from the
pond. It was a loud croaking noise as of a great
He went to the cupboard and got his lantern and
net. He went cautiously toward the pond in the dark.
He stopped twenty yards from the pond. The noise
was astonishing. Hundreds of frogs must have
travelled to this spot to fill this pond.
He began to advance again and within a few
steps of the pond the noise abruptly stopped. He
froze. There was absolute silence, not even the
splash of a frog diving for safety. It was very strange
indeed. He stepped forward and brought his net
across his chest, ready to strike. Looking but seeing
nothing, he made the same frog sound he had made
in the afternoon. The hush continued.
As he stood he became more and more aware of
a peculiar smell. It was most unpleasant. It was like
decaying weed from the pond. A soft bubbling
seemed to accompany it. Gases must be rising from
the bottom, he thought. He should leave so he
wouldn't risk his health. But, pulling his net to a
ready position, he tried his frog call one last time.
Instantly he threw himself backwards with a cry. A
vast, belching bubble of putrid air rose from he
pond. More and more bubbles broke on the surface.
The whole pond seemed to boil.
The old man turned blindly to escape and
stepped into the thorns. He was in agony. A dread-
ful slobbering deafened him. He was overcome with
the stench and he felt his net grabbed away from
him. The slimy weeds that were spewed out by the
pond slapped him on the face.
Then he was in the midst of an immence pulsat-
ing softness that held him. He knew he was
shrieking and he also knew that there was no one to
An hour after the sun had risen, the milkman
was driving down the road that fronted the pond. He
happened to glance in the direction of the pond and
was startled by what he saw. By the side of the pond
crouched a naked figure. The milkman stopped his
truck and walked over to the figure. He saw it was an
old man on his haunches, his arms straight and his
hands between his feet. The old man didn't move as
the milkman approached. The milkman hailed,
"Hello there! Don't you know you might get caught
for having no clothes on?"
He saw green slime in the old man's beard and
then the staring eyes. His spine shivered. As if to
wake the old man, the milkman grabbed his upper
arm and found that it was cold. He shivered again
and moved the arm gently. Then he gasped with
horror and ran from the pond.
He ran because the arm has separated from the
shoulder and weeds and green water plants and
slime oozed from the gap. As the old man fell
backwards tiny green sticks glistened across his
Kelly Kerr, Grade 12
Winning Entry, Locke Creatvie Writing Contest
Short Story Section
Memo to the faculty from Mr. Ditchburn:
If you were wondering about the presence of the
9A English class on the school road this morning,
there is an explanation.
Grade 9A has a creative writing assignment:
"The Pot-holes in the STS Road".
The students have been asked to speculate on
the origin, development, size, shape, etc. of our
"lunar" road. Hence the expedition this morning to
examine the evidence.
OKOTOKS [CP] - Shortly after the sudden dis-
appearance early last Tuesday morning of a Strath-
cona-Tweedsmuir bus just north of the school cam-
pus a school spokesman denied the existence of pot
holes in the road but promised to set up a special
committee to investigate the alleged pot hole
This morning at a scheduled press conference
the committee issued its report and stated that the
alleged pot holes were indeed not pot holes at all
but special asphalt apertures designed for Strath-
cona-Tweedsmuir by the faculty to stimulate the
students' awareness of the learning process by
rattling their brains befofe aff+vwg at the school
each day. The committee also added that because of
this special academic stimulus of S.T.S. the tuition
fees would be increased by ten percent on the first
of January, 1975.
The committee closed its report with the
announcement that a new committee would shortly
be formed to study a procedure to recruit thirty new
students to replace those students who disappeared
in the bus.
Paul McKenna, Grade 9A
There are many stories and legends concerning
the origin of the potholes on the road to
Strathcona-Tweedsmuir School. The most widely
accepted cause of the condition of the road is that it
has been subjected to extensive use. The road has
thus weakened, and caused large and small holes to
appear at random.
But I have reason to believe that in fact the pot-
holes were caused by farmers, whose cattle are
scared by passing buses, screaming children, and
the usual combination of these two which travel the
These farmers meet every month in a secret
place. I cannot of course name this secret place, on
the grounds thay I may incriminate someone. These
meetings are held at midnight, after which the
farmers hook up their tractors and proceed to dig
holes in the road.
It is said that their ultimate objective is to make
the holes eventually big enough to swallow up the
buses, complete with occupants.
There would appear to be two alternatives to those
of us concerned with the problem: either to quiet
down while travelling, or to buy ear plugs for the
Miles Prodan, Grade 9 A
Both stories were printed in
WEDNESDAY* DECEMBER 4, 1974
VOLUME 1 NUMBER 11 price only 1 5 cents
They were just sitting around among the desks
talking about the usual useless things. The group
worked along the different paths that were triggered
by chance comments and jokes. This lead,
inevitably, to the need for something else to do.
Some left the small room with its bright white lights
and the remaining four got down down from desk
tops or got up from the carpeted floor to begin the
silent lonely work they were assigned by myriads of
The beginning of that day had the characteristic
slow pace of all final days before holidays. It was
actually somewhat depressing for those who had no
special plans. They had come to school that day for
lack of something better to do or because they had
no other choice. Many of them felt left behind in a
way because their best friends had already started
their holidays with other friends. It was times like
these that prompted many to doubt the preachings
of their rulers about how it does one good to abide
by the rules and go to school, despite the apparent
slack in pace.
The atmosphere in the small white room was
becoming tense and the seats were uncomfortable.
An argument began about some trivial and irritating
little thing. The four no longer felt happy about the
coming holidays. The problem was becoming more
immediate. They knew they had to get out soon.
Each student in that small room felt it and every new
second in the boring and monotonous prison
seemed worse. They could see no reason for re-
maining. Secretly the four made their way through
the building, collected their remaining possessions
from book and gym lockers and walked out.
Something in them revived and awakened. They
screamed and laughed and talked with freedom as
they hustled themselves in the direction of the main
road, across the snowy fields and the path of a
rushing storm. They had all put themselves into this
adventure with barely a thought of the possible con-
sequences. The end of the holidays and the return to
school seemed not to exist in their minds.
In this small, bold band, however, there was
one who was perceptive and aware. The other three
respected him for this and while on the roadside,
still without a ride, he voiced a peculiar thought. He
said the white stormy land around them seemed
bland, boring and monotonous. He was shot down,
instantly, with the reply that this white place wasn't
anywhere near as unbearable as what they had just
left. But he thought only of how unbearably cold the
land on that late morning made him feel. And so
they pushed on down the road past the few warm
houses strung along it. They were so impatient to be
home for the holidays.
As it turned out, no vehicles had travelled that
road, or many others that day, because of the storm
and the four were not found before the holidays.
They had left themselves huddled in a ditch where
they were quickly consumed by the accumulating
Bob Gammell , Grade 11
THE JAGGED ROCKS
It was a Sunday in the middle of January, the
snow was blowing with such vigor that any exposed
skin felt like it was being bombarded with
thousands of minute spears. The clouds hung op-
pressively about the Sunshine parking-lot. Of
course the Browns had a season's pass which you
had to ski off, whether rain, sleet or snow. (I thought
to myself, does it say anything about blizzards?)
Well, I guess it did because my line of thought was
broken by a bellowing voice, "David, if you want to
go skiing again, get out and catch the bus". I did
this with great reluctance, but my Mother's state-
ment spurred me on.
When I saw the bus it reminded me of school.
Then it hit me like a bullet. Today is Sunday, tomor-
row is Monday and I have an English assignment
due. I was then informed that I was as white as a
dead man, and I thought that is exactly what I will be
tomorrow morning. I climbed onto the bus listless-
ly. Finding an empty seat, I sat down with a thud.
Then I fell into deep contemplation, trying to figure
out what I could hand in in a darned quick hurry.
The bus, finishing its lumbering journey, came
to a screeching halt in front of the day lodge. Once
again I heard that familiar voice, "David, get off the
bus before it goes down the hill again". Getting up
from my seat and plodding off the bus with my
toque just barely clinging to my head, and my
out-riggers clamped around my arm like fetters, I
then proceeded on the long tiring climb up to our
lockers, which were situated in the back of the
lodge, against the wall, in a dark gloomy corner.
Grabbing my skis I went to the bottom of Angel
chair, and after standing for ten minutes I saw
Twiggy coming towards me in her glistening scarlet
instructor's ski suit. Twiggy is about 4'9 and about
110 pounds, which might be a bit generous. Sliding
into position side by side, to get on the chair, it
dawned on me, a fantastic idea for that assignment,
and, just at that very moment the chair hit me just
below the belt, which gave me a shock equal only to
sticking your thumb into a light socket. I then
realized that I was being raised up off the ground,
but yet I wasn't siting in the chair. The chair was
pushing me in the middle of the back, raising me
higher and higher off the virgin white snow beneath
me. Then the chair came to a grinding halt, and the
people in the chairs in front and behind me were
screaming instructions to the two of us.
These many voices put together sounded like a
tape in which the previous recording hadn't erased
completely. Here I was, a 90 pound eleven year old,
swaying with every whim of the mighty wind. The
only thing that was preventing me from falling like a
feather onto the jagged rocks twenty feet below was
the relatively small-framed Twiggy, grasping with
her small fist to the collar of my jacket.
Looking down I saw the rocks looking like
crocodiles that hadn't been fed for a week, just
waiting for me to drop into their gaping jaws. Trying
deperately to get my hands up on the chair I started
to sweat, which froze instantly in the extreme
temperature of 30 below. My left out-rigger then
started to slip off my arm, and eventually slipped
off, landing on the rocks where it was unrecog-
nizable. I thought to myself, if it does this to an
aluminum out-rigger, what would it do to a human
body? i then felt Twiggy's grip loosen, and at that
moment my whole life flashed before me. The pre-
dominant figures in this were my Mother and Father
- will I ever see them again? Then I saw the image of
my mangled body on the rocks, and I gave one final
lunge for the chair, out of desperation.
The palm of my hand hit the rim of the chair,
and giving two great heaves between Twiggy and
myself, I managed to get sitting in the chair. I let out
a great sigh of relief, "it was over", my body went
David Brown, Grade 9
I DIDN'T DO IT ALONE
Getting up relatively early, I scrambled into my
jeans, thinking, "today is the day". I walked briskly
to the barn, avoiding the mud whenever possible.
"Why did it have to rain so much in Albuquerque, it
just makes it worse!" Tacking up my horse, I
mounted to exercise him lightly with the intent of re-
laxing us both. "Why was my back so stiff?"
I looked back and noticed the hustle of people
cleaning tack, stall mucking, feeding, grooming - it
had all begun, and little did I know how much it had.
I returned to the barn, smiled faintly at a friend, and
put my horse away, giving him a big hug for good
luck. Well, I had made it through two eliminations to
the final. One hundred horses, all champions, had
been cut to thirty finalists. My horse, Isfahan or
Kim, and I had, along the way, been named sec-
tional champion. I remember the excitement of the
crowd as I entered, so much cheering. I was over-
whelmed and goose bumps ran up and down my
back. I could not believe it, the first year my horse
and I had been working together. Well, today was
the day - the final. I had beaten all the finalists
except the stallions, and this would be my first
chance to beat them. The day seemed tense and
quiet for me now. The rest of the world was nonexis-
tent for me. The shouts of grooms wondering where
their brushes were, and the tourists bubbling in to
see the finals, these meant nothing to me. My body
was already tense and nervous, "I must settle
Dad yelled down from Kim's stall for me to sit
down and relax. Mom and Dad were now grooming
my horse. I knew they would groom him to my
liking, they had done it many times before.
I glanced down the alley and another Native
Costume horse was being prepared and tended to. I
noticed her costume, what there was of it! I did not
like the costume, it had too many colors. I returned
to Mom who was now unbraiding Kim's tail, and
worrying because she thought there was too much
curl. Dad was now oiling Kim's face, first the
vaseline on the muzzle, now the eyes, then the baby
oil - this darkened the face to make it stand out
more. Isfahan's body was glistening after the towel
and hand rub. Mom and I now climbed into the
truck, and she drove me back to the track dressing
room. I set out my clothes neatly and noticed my
hands were nervous and fumbling. Oh well, this
would go as soon as I mounted my horse. Now,
dressed, all I had to do was sit and wait until we
were summoned. Back at the barn I glanced dis-
gustedly at the mud. Over the P. A. boomed, "Class
141 , Native Costume Finals!"
Dad boosted me onto my horse. On the way up
to the arena I was preoccupied wondering whether
or not I would have a good ride. I cantered Kim down
the alley avoiding the glass bottle some nonchalant
person had discarded. My horse cantered smoothly,
listening eagerly for my commands. I did a few tight
circles to collect him. He was fine, and we would
have a good ride. We stopped. Now and again the
waiting would climb heavily upon our backs. The air
was dripping with expectations. Every rider eyed up
the other's native costume, the horses confirmation,
and way of going. Finally we entered the ring, and
Mom and Dad wished me good luck. "Thanks," but
by now I was fidgeting and wanted to get it over
The footing in the ring was soft and dark, and
the tanbark smell radiated throughout the arena,
lingering in the horses' nostrils, flaring them,
awakening them, and lighting the fire within. They
We were in the hand gallop, the height of the
Arabian costume, as the Arab horse races across the
open desert plains. I knew that the judges would call
the transition, a difficult one, from a hand gallop to
a slow canter. On the second round, I prepared my
horse, and sure enough they called it - and we were
ready. We were called into the line-up after going
both ways of the ring. The three judges were now
computing the results. There was a tie between
Champion and Reserve. "Number 247." I was in it!
The three of us turned to go left on the rail, the other
horses remained in the centre, waiting. This time
the referee judge would decide the tie. In the hand
gallop the crowd began yelling and cheering. My
horse was climbing higher and higher. I whispered,
"Be careful, easy boy." I was annoyed with the dirt
flying into my face, but at the same time was exhil-
arated by the experience my horse and I were
The horses were all excused from the ring while
computations were made. Dad came out, too
excited to talk, waving his groom towel, and
bustling with excitement. He was telling me if I did
win, I would have to quickly get to the vet check,
this was to check if any horses had been drugged. It
was simply a precautionary measure.
The top ten were called and entered the ring.
The ten of us waited to see which of the three in the
ride off would be named Champion. I gave my Top
Ten trophy to Mom, apprehensive all the while. She
smiled. First came the Reserve Champion. Now two
of the three remained, me and another! Then...
U.S. National Champion Native Costume Horse . . .
Number 247 - Isfahan. I rode forward through the
cheers and congratulations to my trophy
presentation. For his performance, Kim received a
flowing wreath which was placed around his neck.
The presentation also included a beautiful silver
statue of an Arabian horse. I had often wondered
what I would do if I did win a National Champion-
ship, would I cry? I was too shocked to think. My
horse and I had worked hard, and we had made it:
Youngest rider to win Open National Championship,
and only Canadian owner to win National
Championship. As I made my victory round, the
judges stood up. As I tore out of the ring, unbe-
lievingly, the crowd cheered on. As I rode outside,
up rushed a crying girl, who had raised Kim. She
kept calling him "her baby". She was so happy for
us. It was over!
It was a fantastic happening in my life.
Brad Kluzak, Grade 11
JUNIOR BOYS' HOCKEY
The Junior High Hockey Team completed a
successful year in Calgary Separate School play.
Starting practises in September, the team rolled to a
5-1-1 won-lost-tied record, beating Calgary
Christian, St. Joseph's, St. Michael's, each twice,
and losing to and tieing St. Augustine's. This was
the first victory for an STS Junior Hockey team in
three years of Separate School competition. This
league performance enabled the boys to win the
Division C Championships.
In a playoff tournament at the Corral, December
7th and 8th, the Spartans beat Bishop Kidd, a Divi-
sion B team, 4-1 , then played in the final, losing to
St. Alphonsus, another B team, 6-5 in the dying
minutes. Over 300 people attended this game and
were treated to a fine, evenly-matched contest.
Between February 5th and 9th the team,
accompanied by coaches McConnell and Bauman,
travelled to Saskatchewan and Manitoba on a
playing trip initiated by the team. At Gravelbourg,
the Spartans played College Mathieu in Winnipeg,
St. John's Ravenscourt. The team returned with
three wins to its credit and happy memories of warm
Back in September of 1 974 our 2 commandants
Mr. J. "Adolf" Schmit and D.R. Garrison put us
through the rigors of a brutal training camp. They
forced us to sweat ourselves to the bone running the
crazy shuttles. As the year progressed we had a
starting line consisting of Ron "pookie beads"
Kluzak, Captain Rick "seven" Johnson, Academy
Award Winner Brett Kyle, Sure Shot Bryon Murray,
and Gerald "legs" Maguire. Of course the team
would have been nothing without "slim" Brant
Rayment, Clarke "sunflower seed" Garnett, Kelly
"occasionally" Kerr and Harvey "presc" Locke, who
left their mark on every bench in the league. So
desperately did the back-ups want to play that
whenever someone fell cries of : "God, I think that he
broke his leg", or "Just look at Rick limp", were
heard. And when things really looked sad the sug-
gestion was made, "Look like we need a new influx
of new blood in there coach". We also had three
savage games with the staff, which prepared us for
the rugged South Centrals and the even more rugged
"country bus" cooking. We endured everything and
placed second in the "A" division of the South
The S.T.S. track team, while a little short on
quantity, turned in some high quality performances
this year. Eight athletes attended the Foothills
division senior hiqh school meet. Five of these,
Clarke Garnett, Nic Seaton, Janice Heard, Brett Kyle
and Danny Hunt, had first place finishes. Three
finished first in their events at the South Central
meet: Nic Seaton, Clarke Garnett and Janice Heard.
At the South Alberta meet Nic Seaton once again set
a pole vault record in finishing first and Clarke
Garnett set records in the 1 00 and 200 metre dashes,
also finishing first. The Provincial finals were held in
Edmonton and our two representatives did well.
Seaton finished third in the pole vault and Garnett
finished fourth in the 100 and fifth in the 200.
In Junior High competition, we had several
Foothills winners. Cathy Lamb and Kelly Gough
finished one-two in the high jump. Dave Ryan won
the 800 metre run and the relay team of Kerr,
Kastens, O'Donoghue and White won the 400 metre
race in record time. Cathy Lamb repeated her victory
at the South Central meet.
This year the Calgary Separate School System
allowed us to compete in their series of Junior High
School meets. We sent a large group to the Division
C meet. Kelly Gough was a triple winner in the inter-
mediate group, winning the 800 metre run, the long
jump, and setting a record in the high jump. Cathy
Lamb won the Senior Girls high jump. Chip Burgess
and Miles Prodan came one-two in the 1500 metre
Several top finishers competed in the Separate
Schools Meet of Champions. Kelly Gough again
won the high jump and came second in the 800
metres. Carol Shuttelworth finished third in the
senior 800M and Kathy Lamb won the high jump.
Chip Burgess came third in the 1500 metres and
Jamie Kastens finished second in the 200 metres.
In addition to these performances, Kelly
Gough, Kathy Lamb, Dave Ryan and Clark Garnett
will compete for zone two in the Alberta Summer
Games in the late summer.
SENIOR GIRLS' VOLLEYBALL
Back Row: Virginia Wilson, Kathryn Lamb, Martha Newell, Cynthia Heard. Marg Pike,
Nancy Hasukonis, Lore-Lee Armstrong, Nancy Gammell
Middle Row: Julie Scott, Cynthia Hayward, Kathy Robertson
Front Row: Mr. B. Kilb (Coach), Liz Maguire, Janice Heard, Tobi Gonsalves
SENIOR BOYS' BASKETBALL
Back Row: Mr. J. Schmit, (Coach), Kelly Kerr, Harvey Locke, Jamie Kastens, Gerald Maguire,
Bryon Murray, Mr. R. Garrison (Coach)
Front Row: Mike Kerr, Brett Kyle, Clark Garnett, Derrick Johnson, Brant Rayment, Ron Kluzak
Most Valuable Player: Bryon Murray
Most Imporved Player: Brant Rayment
JUNIOR GIRLS' VOLLEYBALL
Back Row: Mr. B. Kilb (Coach), Carol Shuttleworth, Dawn Springer, Jamie Motta, Heather Gilley
Middle Row: Kim Bridgewater, Martha Newell, Melanie McCaig, Heather Johnson, Jane Palmer,
Front Row: Gretchen Cross, Virginia Wilson, Kathryn Lamb
Correction for above (Jr.) :
JUNIOR BOYS' BASKETBALL
Back Row: Mark Heard, Mr. R. Nelson (Coach), Jamie Kastens
Middle Row: Alan Harvie, Blakely Corbet, Paul O'Donoghue, Bruce Leslie, Rod Kirkham
Front Row: Mike Kerr, Jamie Marks, Paul Storwick, Clark Grigsby
WHITE WATER CANOEING
Back Row: Terry Dunn, Michael Cousins, Pat LaGarde, Stuart McMichael, Stephen McKechnie,
Middle Row: Ron Kluzak, Tyler Zell, Kelli Gough, Mark Heard, John Dundas, Kathy Robertson
Front Row: Mr. Piorecky (Coach), Brant Rayment, Cole Bygrove, Ross Willis, Wayne Woods,
Rod Kirkham, Jay Cross, Janice Heard
Missing: Molly Lawson, Brett Kyle
SENIOR BOYS' TRAPSHOOTING
Harvey Locke, Danny Hunt, Brant Rayment, Nic Seaton, Mr. J. Hay, Ben Van Sant (kneeling)
SENIOR TRACK AND FIELD TEAM
Back Row: Coaches: Mr. R. Nelson and Mr. J. McConnell
Front Row: Kathy Robertson, Ross Clauson, Janice Heard, Brett Kyle, Tobi Gonsalves,
Front: Clark Garnett
Back Row: Mr. B. Kilb (Coach), Kathy Robertson, Cynthia Heard, Harvey Locke, Melanie Tetrault,
Rod Kirkham, Nancy Gammell, Kathy Ogilvie
Front Row: Dale McClellan, Carol Shuttleworth, Nic Seaton, Tobi Gonsalves, Chip Burgess,
Nancy MacNichol, David Ryan
Top Bar: Gretchen Cross, Kathryn Lamb, Sally Holman
Lower Bar: Janice White, Renee Tetrault, Jane Ravvin, Annette Cummer,
Madeleine Shuttleworth, Debbie Drisdale
Standing [back]: Howard Green, Janice McNeil, Melanie McCaig, Bridgette Sirey, Karen Mackie,
Jennifer Hasiuk, Patrizia Mazzolani, Lori Mayson, Leanne Oughton, Sloan Pipella,
Anita Chakravorty, Jill Cross, Sara-Lane Sirey, Michelle Stevens
Christine Sattler, Gina Reuther, Lori Armstrong, Tessa Graham, Bianca Topsnick
Foothills Division Champions
Novice Champion - Annette Cummer
Junior Champion - Lori Armstrong
Intermediate Champion - Kathy Lamb
Calgary Separate School Invitational Champions
Novice Champion - June Bell
Junior Champion - Gina Reuther
Intermediate Champion - Sally Holman
Most Improved Gymnasts Awards
JUNIOR BOYS' HOCKEY
Back Row: Mr. J. McConnell (Coach), Mark Heard, Cole Bygrove, Grant Dean, Mike Pryor,
Stephen McKechnie, Pat LaGarde, Lawrence Boyd, Mr. G. Bauman (Coach)
Middle Row: Alan Harvie, Lawrence Dundas, Paul O'Donoghue, Bruce Conway, Bruce Leslie,
Paul Storwick, Chip Burgess, John Dundas
Front Row: Jamie Marks, Mike Kerr, Jamie Kastens
SENIOR BADMINTON TEAM
Ron Kluzak, Kathy Robertson, Tobi Gonsalves, Brett Kyle
JUNIOR TRACK AND FIELD
Back Row: Leanne Oughton, Chip Burgess, Lori Mayson, Bob Wall, Lori Armstrong,
Paul Storwick, Mr. R. Nelson (Coach)
Middle Row: Mr. J. McConnell (Coach), Howard Green, Gina Reuther, Rod Kirkham,
Kim Bridgewater, David Ryan, Nancy MacNichol, Bruce Leslie
Front Row: Carol Shuttleworth, Mike Kerr, Martha Newell, Mike Pryor, Sally Holman,
Paul O'Donoghue, Kathryn Lamb
Front: Blakely Corbet, Jamie Kastens
JUNIOR BOYS' SOCCER
Back Row: Brett Kyle, Stewart Bondar, Sandy Morrison, Jamie Kastens, Rod Kirkham,
Geoff McMillan, Loren Crone, Stephen Weyant, Paul O'Donoghue
Middle Row: John Dundas, Michael Shuttleworth, Bruce Leslie, Bruce Conway, Paul Storwick,
Paul O'Donoghue, Pat LaGarde, Terry Dunn
Front Row: David Ryan, Jay Lyons, Doug McNiven, Chip Burgess, David Enns, David Bee
Absent: Mr. I. Dawood (Coach)
ACADEMIC AWARDS, 1975
I HONOURS AWARDS (To students with an A
Average on year's work)
Ben Van Sant
II SUBJECT AWARDS (For outstanding achievement in a subject)
English-Jr. High-Lindsay Rohloff
French-Jr. High-Virginia Wilson
Music - Maribeth Feys
Math - Jr. High - David Fathi
Science - Jr. High - Roger Trimble
Social Studies - Jr. High - David Fathi
III OUTSTANDING ATHELETE AWARDS
Jr. High - Male - Jamie Kastens
Female - Kathy Lamb
Sr. High - Male - Clark Garnett - (Woods Trophy)
Female - Kathy Robertson (S.T.S. Girl's Athletic Award)
IV PROFICENCY AWARDS
Gr. 9B - Gretchen Cross
Gr. 10 - Pamela Cross
Gr. 11 - Molly Lawson
Gr. 12 - Janice Heard
Sr. High - Janice Heard
Sr. High - Molly Lawson
Sr. High - Pam Cross
Sr. Chemistry - Lance Selock
Sr. High - Harvey Locke
- Sara Goldstein
V SPECIAL AWARDS
Senior Class Certificates
Canadian Citizenship and Study Award - Awarded for the first time this year to a student who demontrates an
interest in and an appreciation of, our Canadian way of Life: Andrew Craine
Hammond Trophy (Music): David Thakkar
Chartwell Award : Molly Lawson
Staff Scholarship: Geoffrey McMillan; Kathy Robertson
VI MAJOR AWARDS
David Pike Memorial (Fellowship - The person who, by his outstanding good nature and unfailing sense of
humor, contributes to the life and success of the school year: Hugh McMillan
Strathcona Cup (Diligence): Kevin Pearson
Tanner Cup (Citizenship): Francis Amery
Junior School House Award: Dover House
Hewitt Cup (J.H. &S.H. House Points): Howard House
Howard Trophy (Omnes Res): Janice Heard
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EDITORS: Grade 11 English Class. In particular, Lori Dowling, Molly Lawson, and Jack Krusche
FACULTY ADVISOR: Mr. Peter Ditchburn