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paidia 

1974-75 




STRATHCONA-TWEEDSMUIR SCHOOL 
OKOTOKS, ALBERTA 



pa idia 

1974-75 




A SOUVENIR RECORD OF THE FOURTH YEAR 

OF 

STRATHCONA-TWEEDSMUIR SCHOOL 
OKOTOKS, ALBERTA 



Assistant Headmaster, Mr. P.B. Ditchburn, congratulates 
Co-recipient of Staff Scholarship for 1975-76, Kathy 
Robertson 





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. 
G.L. Locke 



LORD STRATHCONA 
VISITS 
SCHOOL 



APRIL 4, 1975 





HEADMASTER'S MESSAGE 

FROM THE ADDRESS AT 
PRIZEGIVING 1975 




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 
life. 

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- 
sity. 



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 
shooting. 

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 
greatly appreciated. 

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 
Buses. 

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. 



FACULTY 

HEADMASTER 

W. A. Heard 

B.Ed. (University of Alberta), Alberta Teachers Certificate 
Assistant Headmaster 
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 
Department. 

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. 

ADMINISTRATION 



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 



FACULTY 



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- 
grapher. 




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 
Columbia. 



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 




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. 



OF 75 




GRADE ONE 

Back Row: Michelle Stevens, Billy Rollins, Bradley Clowes, Richard Balaz, Jamey Kilb, Gerhard 
Kemna. 

Front Row: Darin Ekstrom, Stephanie Wahl, Ronald Laing, Brett Coyne, Jon-Paul Somerville. 
Absent: David Sedgewick, Sara-Lane Sirey, Cori Cimolino. 




GRADE TWO 



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 




GRADE THREE 

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 




GRADE FOUR 

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 



GRADE FIVE 

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, 
Stephen Keene 

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: 

James Eamon 
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 



STUDENTS' COUNCIL 





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 



DAD 



Dad 
very tall 
He finds oil 
I love him a lot 
Geologist 



Grade 2 



/ 



ME 

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! 



Christina Thomson, 
Grade 3 



Long Johns 

woolies 

fuzzy, furry 

go in drawers 

pretty nice, cozy, groovy 

warmies 



Curtis Darmohray, Grade 2 



Spaghetti 
Long, thin 
Slithers on plates 
Hunger hits the stomach 
Noodles 



Eric Millice 
Grade 6 



HALLS 



Halls 

noisy, squishy 
decorated, long and clean 
places to hang coats 
paths. 



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 



PROTEST 

I PROTEST 

he said 
and then 

sat and never did anything else 
for the rest of his fat, contented life 

Nic Seaton, Grade 12 



LIFE 

Someone dies. 
Someone cries, 
But life goes on. 

Sadness, joys, 
Newfound toys, 
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. 

Sometimes happy, 
Sometimes sad, 
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, 
It's everywhere, 
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? 

Fear is just another word 
For not knowing what to do. 

Harvey Locke, Grade 12 



THEY 

Down, down, down, 
I go 

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 



TO HIM 

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 . 

Mfc! jumped, 

Nimbly as a mountain lion, bursting through the 
door, 

Shattering life inside 

And cracking the still night air 

Like a thunderstorm. 

Colin Lamb, Grade 10 



SIGNS 



Pumpkin pink polish 
On nails 

Carefully cultivated, 

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 



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 



POETRY 



THE OLD LADY 

"They say she is one hundred years old". 

Five feet tall, 

Bent over, 

Walks with a limp. 

The greasy grey hair sticks 

Out from under the little 

Black hat 

Like wire. 

The eyes are black 

And lifeless. 

The lips are dry 

And always have a half smile 

Upon them. 

All but one 

Of the front teeth 

Are missing. 

They play practical jokes 

On the old lady. 

But 

Not today. 
There is a 
Deadly 
Silence. . . 

"They say she was one hundred years old' 



Doug Johnson, Grade 10 
Winner, Poetry Section 



SHORT STORY 



FROG'S REVENGE 

Hidden in the corner of the field was the pond, a 
green stagnant hollow with thorn bushes on its 
banks. 

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 
water. 

"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 
escape. 

"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 
many frogs. 

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 
hear him. 

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 
belly. 

Kelly Kerr, Grade 12 
Winning Entry, Locke Creatvie Writing Contest 

Short Story Section 




■ 



POTHOLES 



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 
situation. 

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 
road daily. 

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 
cows. 

Miles Prodan, Grade 9 A 



Both stories were printed in 



The 





Okotoks, Alberta 



WEDNESDAY* DECEMBER 4, 1974 
VOLUME 1 NUMBER 11 price only 1 5 cents 



THE ESCAPE 



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 
non-descript teachers. 

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 
snow. 



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 
limp. 

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 
down." 

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 
with. 

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 
were ready. 



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 
sharing. 

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 



SPORTS 



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 
hospitality. 



BASKETBALL 1974-1975 

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 
Centrals. 



TRACK 

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 
run. 

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, 
Laura Kendall 

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, 
Jeff Crone 

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, 

Nic Seaton 
Front: Clark Garnett 




CROSS-COUNTRY RUNNING 



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 



GYMNASTICS 



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, 

John Dundas 

Anita Chakravorty, Jill Cross, Sara-Lane Sirey, Michelle Stevens 
Julia Bodor 

Christine Sattler, Gina Reuther, Lori Armstrong, Tessa Graham, Bianca Topsnick 



Standing [front] 
Kneeling: 
Front : 




GYMNASTICS 1975 
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 

Tessa Graham 
Debbie Drisdale 
Gina Reuther 
Lori Armstrong 
Sally Holman 



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 



Grade 1 

Brett Coyne 
Darin Ekstrom 
Jamey Kilb 
Sara-Lane Sirey 
Michelle Stevens 



Grade 2 

Jill Cross 
Curtis Darmohray 
Brian Gould 
Jennifer Kerr 
Karim Mahmud 
Thomas Friedrich 



Average on year's work) 

Grade 3 

John Anderson 
Dawn Ekstrom 
Alex Goldstein 
Kim Morrison 
Michael Pierce 
Marina Sosukiewicz 



Grade 4 

Glenn Coskey 
Karen Laing 
Andrew Molitor 
Dayla Nastiuk 
Luisa Rottig 
Michael Thakkar 



Grade 5 

David Dundas 
Tessa Graham 
Roddy Heard 
Larry Lim 
Wendy Maguire 
Tom Nelson 
Paul Proctor 
Bianca Topsnik 



Grade 6 

John Bilton 
Anita Chakravorty 
Annette Cummer 
Debbie Drisdale 
Ken Drisdale 
Ian Farquharson 
Sara Goldstein 
Lauchlin Lyons 
Marco Mazzolani 
Madeleine Shuttleworth 
Renee Tetrault 
David Thakkar 



Grade 7 

June Bell 
Jay Cross 
Michael Detlefsen 
Maribeth Feys 
Simon Goldstein 
Elizabeth Molitor 
James Prentice 
Lindsay Rohloff 



Grade 8 

Blakely Corbet 
James Eamon 
John Eamon 
David Fathi 
Patrizia Mazzolani 
Rodger Trimble 
Ben Van Sant 



Grade 9 

Gretchen Cross 
Heather Gilley 
Mark Heard 
Bruce Leslie 
Paul McKenna 
Carol Shuttleworth 
Virginia Wilson 



Grade 10 

Pamela Cross 
Doug Johnson 



Grade 11 

Molly Lawson 



Grade 12 

Janice Heard 
Kelly Kerr 
Rick Johnson 
Pat Pryor 



II SUBJECT AWARDS (For outstanding achievement in a subject) 



English-Jr. High-Lindsay Rohloff 

David Fathi 
French-Jr. High-Virginia Wilson 
Music - Maribeth Feys 
Math - Jr. High - David Fathi 

Gretchen Cross 
Science - Jr. High - Roger Trimble 
Social Studies - Jr. High - David Fathi 

Paul McKenna 

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 



Gr. 


1 - 


Sara-Lane Sirey 


Gr. 


6B - 


Annette Cummer 


Gr. 


2 - 


Jill Cross 


Gr. 


7A - 


Sherry-Anne McKay 


Gr. 


3 - 


Alex Goldstein 


Gr. 


7B - 


Jay Cross 


Gr. 


4 - 


Andre Molitor 


Gr. 


8A - 


Jennifer Hasiuk 


Gr. 


5 - 


David Dundas 


Gr. 


8B - 


David Fathi 


Gr. 


6A 


- Sara Goldstein 


Gr. 


9A - 


Bruce Leslie 



V SPECIAL AWARDS 



Senior Class Certificates 



Francis Amery 
Ross Clauson 
Bernie Dayment 
Mary Harvey 
Janice Heard 
Derrick Johnson 
Kelly Kerr 



Winston Leong 
Harvey Locke 
Lisa McKay 
Hugh McMillan 
Corinne Matthews 
Dony Ng 



Sylvia Sherlock 
Missy Tharp 



Nic Seaton 



Kathryn Paget 
Kevin Pearson 
Pat Pryor 



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 



Scholarships 

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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