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Mary, as she is affectionately known by hundreds of 
people, staff and Georgians, joined the College in 
1964. Her "office" consisted of a corner of the 
Headmaster's office with shared phone. Her typewriter 
was an old rented Underwood No. 5. Her desk and 
chair came out of the kitchen. During her seventeen 
years at St. George's she has been both secretary and 
bursar. The devotion, discretion and ability with which 
she discharged the duties of these positions was a 
strong factor in the success of the school, while her 
love of students young and old, her unbroken 
popularity with staff and parents and school 
organizations was a tribute to splendid qualities rarely 
combined. Through her cheerful disposition, she was 
able to solve difficulties and to make valuable 
suggestions to new boys and to parents. She never 
betrayed a confidence or revealed a secret. As was said 
of Dorcas in the Bible, "she done what she could." 

When the school opened its door to the first students in 
September 1964, Fr. Scott held the dual role of Rector of 
St. Alban's and Chaplain of St. George's. Since then he 
has taught Religious Knowledge, Music and English 
throughout the school. The late Dr. Willan, author of 
our school hymn, Mr. Bradley and Fr. Scott often 
discussed the future needs of the college, and through 
their good offices the groundwork in establishing a 
superior choir was laid. Fr. Scott has been noted for his 
deep moral and religious conviction tempered with a fine 
sense of humour and a eommonsense approach in the 
education of the young. His articles in the "Anglican" 
can testify to this. Being a composer of music, he u^ 
heard to mutter after long recorder class, "I suppose they 
are making a joyful noise unto the Lord." 

Jack Wright 


Our seventeenth year has brought with it its full share of joys and sorrows - no 
more, no less than one would expect. 

The severest blow dealt the school this year was the death by drowning of 
Scott Kovas, a boy of great intelligence and high promise. Through the efforts of 
his classmates and others in the school a memorial collection of books for the 
library has been established, and a brass memorial plaque erected in the "B" 
Choir rehearsal room. Scott was a member of that group. 

As the school year ends we say a fond farewell to four members of the Staff: 
Mr. Robert Manion, Director of Studies, and his wife Fran, our school 
Librarian; (Mr. Manion has been appointed headmaster of Selwyn House School 
in Montreal); Mrs. Mary McKellar, Headmaster's Secretary since the school 
opened, and more recently Bursar; and the Reverend Kenneth Scott, a founder of 
the school, member of the Board of Governors, and, these many years, Chaplain 
of our School. Mrs. McKellar and Fr. Scott now enter their well-earned 
retirement. We shall miss them all very much indeed. 

I wish to thank you all, boys, Staff, Board of Governors, and parents, who 
have contributed in any way to the success of this school year. Especially, on this 
page, I wish to thank all the members of the School Yearbook Staff who have 
worked so diligently throughout the year, and indeed, well past the close of term, 
to produce this lively account of our activities during our seventeenth year. 

To all Georgians everywhere, God Bless! 

J.D. Allen 


Once again, the Junior School 
has had a very active year. Last 
June, the choir toured to Boston, 
Halifax, St. John, and 
Fredericton. The choir also sang at 
the Royal York Hotel, Trinity 
College, and the Carol Service in 
December. Both the band and the 
choir also performed at the school 
concert in March. Music has a 
prominent place in the Junior 
School, each boy having one 
period a day in choir, instrumental 
music or music appreciation. In 
addition, many receive private 
lessons in their instrument during 
the day. 

The Junior School takes on a 
money raising project each year. 
This year we raised $4,800 for the 
Royal Ontario Museum, nearly 
matching the $5100 raised last year 
for leukemia research. This 
achievement by 120 boys was 
marked by a visit to the Junior 
School by Dr. Cruise, the Director 
of the ROM. He pointed out that 
this was far more than any other 
school had donated in Ontario. In 
fact, the next largest amount was 
less than half that, raised by a 
school of 2,000 students. 

Last year saw a continuation of 
the Junior School's attendance at a 
number of live theatre events. In 
November, the entire Junior 
School attended the ballet, La Fille 
Mai Gardee, and the Grade Sevens 
went to see "Mousetrap" in 
November, "Dracula" in January, 
and "The Taming of the Shrew" 
in February. 

The Junior School Open House 
in February was very successful 
including basketball, short drama 
presentations, and band performances. 

Under the guidance of Mr. O'Meara, the Grade Six class studied the stock market, and it was not unusual to hear 
such phrases as, "My broker suggests I buy ...". The chess tournament provided fierce competition for the Junior 
School chess trophy. 

For the eighth consecutive year, all grades from 4 to 8 spent one week each at the Norval property o\ Upper 
Canada College. This is part of the Science Course and the topics taught are some of those outlined b> the Ministry 
of Eduction guidelines. Each boy selected a major field study to do during the week, designed to improve his ob- 
servational and experimental skills. In addition, work was assigned and sometimes taught in other academic subjects. 

Our games programme is designed to stress the maximum involvement of all boys regardless ol ability, and to 
minimize inter-school team competitions which involve only a few. Three double periods arc set aside this week tor 
interhouse competition, swimming, hockey, and physical education. 

Each boy in the Junior School has two periods a week of Christian Knowledge, and attends chapel Monday and 
Thursday morning, and Friday afternoon is a choral Evensong sung bs one ol the choirs, 

Within the Junior School, our attempt is to stress academics, particularly English a\k\ Mathematics, over an) 
other extra-curricular activity. Activities such as visits to theatre, and our heavy commitment to music reflect our 
desire to enlarge the boys' cultural experience. \ Barli 

A. Trusler: Grab a Coke and a smoke - no a 
SMILE. It's the real thing - Oh yeah. 

C. Arnoldi: "Out yonder there is this huge world ... 
which stands before us, like a great, eternal riddle, at 
least partially accessible to our inspection." 


B. Rodbourne: "II faut cultiver nos jardins." 


A. Hall: "A habit of basing convictions upon evidence, 
and of not giving to them that degree of certainty which 
the evidence warrants, would, if it became general, cure 
most of the ills from which this world is suffering." 

(Bertrand Russell) 

M. 'Skip' McGrath: If I had a nickel for everything 1 learned at St. 
George's College, it would be Tuesday. 

J. Sedgwick: "Small boats sail swift; Great haulks 
draw deep." 


C. Glynn: "The true artist will let his wife 
starve, his children go barefoot," 1 sacrificed 
16 R & F classes, 2 erasers, and a football 
field of paper, No wonder they call me 

J. Mci aren: No my real name isn'i "Beaker" and 

no these glasses aren't from a (.racket .lack K>\ 

J. Bolitho: "Two roads diverged in a wood, and I, 
I took the one the less travelled by and that has 
made all the difference. " 


R. Werda: 

Sadly, my time here ends, 

To this fine school; 

to good friends, 
My blessing. 
To our farewells we must make amends. 

W.H. Clarke: Leadership's a lonely job, 
especially if no one will listen. 

A. Bonar: Andrew is credited as the sole inventor of the 
300 h.p., 460 cubic in., V-8 pen. 

D. Jones: Mr. Authority - he speaks loudly and carries a 
baseball bat. 

M. Cochrane: As far as I am concerned 
John Keats is the bassist for the 

C. Payne: The laws of the market themselves will be an integral 
part of the larger laws of the market that cause society to propel 
the market system in an ascending spiral of productivity. 

R. Forgiel: 1 don't pretend because 1 don't care 

C. Forster: 

A Dissertation On Me Intellect? 
I ask of you one thing. 
Give me my chance 

My elusive yet doggingly persistant op- 

To become what I am not. 
Give me hope; give me strength, 
Lead me to companions. 
Alone is Drag City 

Do not hide behind my mesh of indifference 
Potential - oy veh 

Anon Anon 

P. Miller: It makes me mad! It makes me angry! 

J. Archibald: There's fast and then there's 

D. Hill: The essence of power is ruthlessness. 

R. Keilty: Cold Stone. 

L. Bosschart: A peep is as good as a finesse any day of the week. 

A. Kennedy: Art should be remembered for his en- 
thusiasm. "It's not whether you win or lose, but if 
you look preppy playing." Good luck to the soon to 
be married Christopher Atkins and Brook. 


B. Tobin: 

My good friend Brian, 

Always the sportsman. 

Always the gentleman. 

Formality is best expressed by flowers (joke) 

Best Wishes, Mazeltov 

| \rt K.) 

J. Mosher: "Part of an elite group at St. G. C. - a great 
soccer player." 

J. Zakuta: "Was it worth it Zak?" 

C. Murphy: "What's Happening?" 

P. LePiane: Do the Egyptians smoke up? 

S. Dembroski: Twenty years laier: MB. A. 
(Western), president of Dominion Securities 
Ames. Latest financial status: Bankrupt due to a 
risky deal that didn't work. Financial outlook: 
Will be back on top in a week. 

B. Angus: Price Fixing, Profit Margins, Slave 
Wages, Monopolies - All in the name of progress. 

BACK ROW: D. Hill, S. Dembroski, C. Payne, I. deHaas, C. Glynn, D. Jones. 
FRONT ROW: A. Trusler, B. Tobin, P. Miller, A. Kennedy, B. Clarke, Head. 



Prefects go Swiss. 

Hill hardly studied. 

Despite these "busy" responsibilities of the school and social life 
school's activities. All S.G.C. teams need this devotion because of 
our all for S.G.C. this year and we hope you will remember us with 
next year, we leave a room full of mice, an overused stereo and an at 

Dear S.G.C, 

The Prefects of 1980-81 would like to thank you 
for a most enjoyable year; or at least a very dif- 
ferent one. But for the sadistic joy we took in 
trying to catch those innocent mice in our own 
room, we would be just too nice. Ian "Groo\er" 
de Haas and "Blue Lagoon" Kennedy, with their 
"pretty" personalities, exemplify the social at- 
mosphere ever-present in the "closet" at the end 
of the hall. To the beat of the bottom fifty, the 
Right Reverend Ernest Angley, a k a Peter 
Miller, bops all day, except for the occasional 
English "sit-in". Break time is always the most 
crowded in the Prefect Room \\ hen the constant!) - 
free grade I3's usually outnumber the Prefects. 

Contrary to common belief we also attend 
classes, and if only "Leroy" Payne would stop 
gabbing and Corey "Ty" Glynn would stop 
doodling, we might gel some work done Steve 
"Preppy" Dembroski keeps us all interested in the 
sciences with his outbursts and picas tor insanity 
from Mr. Walker. If only he and "Flex" robin 
were half as interested in Junior School lunch dutj 
as "Jones" is in his silvei Mustang. "1)1. P." 
Trusler never fails to dramatize a Calc test 
especially when he discovers thai "Easy" Dave 

the Prefects have found time 10 participate in all the 
the lack oi bonafide " Mi-Americans". We've given 

positive thoughts and friendship. 1 o the Prefects of 
mosphere o\ good feeling. 

Best wislu-s. Bill and the Bo\s 






"I don't know; I just work here.' 

r. Demierre 
"Could I interest you in a used tuba?" 

Iis-> riioni; 


BACK ROW: P. Antonoff, C. Finnegan, K. Clarke, M. Van Ginkel, C. Crassweller. 

MIDDLE ROW: J. Mock, N. Culverwell, R. Allison, S. Daly, J. Laforet, C. Whitney, M. Rideout. 

FRONT ROW: P. Beattie, G. Fox, J. Sladek, J. Labatt, L. Weston, I. Lindsay, S. Murdoch. 



One word sums up 12C, spirit. We are a 
spirited bunch. We have class spirit, school 
spirit, house spirit, the spirit of fair play, a 
winning spirit, a spirit of unity, a spirit of 
comaraderie, a spirit of fun, and a few 
spirits that we shouldn't even be able to 
obtain at our age. As a unit we consider 
ourselves a great class, driven by a desire 
to have a little fun, to wreak a little havoc 
here and there, and to lead the free world 
to Victory over Communist oppression (we 
do tend to get a little carried away at 

Ours is also a class of diverse opinions, 
and we do love to argue. You could divide us 
into "left" and "right", or liberal and 
conservative; but you would have to put 

Lee Weston in a class by himself as he 
disagrees with everyone. For the most part, 
these arguments start out quite peacefulls 
and "intellectually", but they invariably end 
in a shower of disgusting interjections or 
an impossible suggestion as to where so- 
and-so can put his argument. Speaking of 
disgusting interjections, I must thank Mr. 
Kerr on behalf of the entire class for 
increasing our vocabularies. 

In conclusion, 12C is a proud bunch, 
proud of what we are, proud of what we 
have accomplished, and proud of our 
individuality in an environment which 
lends itself to conformity. 

Nick Culverwell 



FRONT ROW: G. McLean, D. Smith, A. Birozes, G. Baird, H. Brown, M. Vanderheyden. 
MIDDLE ROW: C. LePiane, C. Edwards, J. Kosich, S. Janecek, D. Kanbergs, K. Wiseman. 
BACK ROW: S. Burk, I. Fowler, R. Taylor, K. Paisley, P. Anthony, A. Wttewaal. 
ABSENT: M. Cooper. 

The class of 12F is a well rounded 
unit of individuals, excelling both in 
athletics and academics. Our class was 
well represented in all major sports 
offered at the school. 

Anthony "Cheeks" Birozes was 
captain of our First Hockey Team, 
guiding such greats as Mark 
Vanderheyden, who was given a voice 
for Christmas. Anthony Wttewaal was a 
welcome recruit to the team, showing 
scoring ability and sustained savagery. 
Ian Fowler suffered from the Bobby Orr 
syndrome, but hopes to lead a 
meaningful life as a drummer for Led 
Zeppelin. Richard W. Taylor, Peter 
Anthony, Doug Smith, and "Bleach 
Boy" McLean were all active par- 
ticipants on the second team. 

Basketball was another outlet for our 
unsurpassed talents. "Smiles" Kosich 
quietly captained Dunk's boys, who also 
included "Sammy Taft" Janecek, Carlo 
"The Parka Brother" LePiane, and 
Scott Burk, lost without his pads. 
Honourable mention must be given to 

the speech maker Davis Kanbergs for his 
talents in volleyball Latvian style. 

The class did not lack its scholars 
either. Gordon Baird initiated each by 
combing his hair with a History text, his 
glasses, or even a spare shoe if need be. 
Chris Edwards combined a respected 
vocabulary with a cerebal palsy con- 
dition to form a speech delivery un- 
surpassed. Hugh Brown, found humour 
in serious grammatic inconsistancies. 

Whiskers Wiseman could always be 
seen with a smile if nothing else. Kent 
Paisley hopes to go into boat design due 
to his love of sailing, and despite his 
distaste for present standards in desk 
construction. Last but not least is our 
home form teacher "Sneakers" Fulford. 
His excuse for violating the dress code is 
one to be not only considered but ad- 
mired. We can only hope that "Trendy" 
will begin to bring the entire jock look to 
St. George's for the benefit of us all. We 
look forward to Grade 13 and what lies 
ahead, but will miss the "good times" 
synonymous with 12F. 


Well, Howard, what do you think of the class prospects for the season?" 

Sir! 1 want an answer and 1 want it Now! 




BACK ROW: A. Grieve, I. Crassweller, F. Clokie, K. Smith, T. Wilson, S. Lewis, J. Latimer, A. Howard. 
MIDDLE ROW: J. Gilbert, T. Watson, J. Stuart, M. Kostiuk, D. Gordon, P. Hawkins, J. Brebner, M. Wynn. 
FRONT ROW: P. Frampton, D. Batten, S. Hayes, C. Golding, W. Walters, A. LeFeuvre, R. Anthony, A. Walker. 


F. CLOKIE: (Class Captain, 11 -Ac 1980-81) Owner-operator of 
"Clokie's Hardware", Wiarton. Also Head Coach of new all-star 
hockey team "Wiarton Conquerors" 

R. ANTHONY: Ass't manager and only employee of Clokie's 
Hardware, Wiarton, and Ass't Coach of "Wiarton Conquerors". 
S. ARMES: After extensive but unsuccessful surgery, he was fitted 
with a bionic hand. He now plays the Flugelhorn for the Yellowknife 
Symphony Orchestra. 

D. BATTEN: President of Cadillac; recently purchased Caesar's 
Palace in Las Vegas. 

I. CRASSWELLER: Guitarist and lead vocalist for rock group 
TOWNHOUSE, whose recent album "Rich Families" went double 

P. FRAMPTON: President of AMC-Renault; recently received 
honorary degree of Doctor of Divinity from University of Toronto. 
C. GOLDING: World's most expensive and successful gigolo, ac- 
cording to the Guinness Book of Records. 

D. GORDON: Leader of elite band of mercenary guerillas presently 

operating in Vietnam. 

A. GRIEVE: Brilliant nuclear physicist and twice winner of the 

Nobel Prize for Science. 

A. HOWARD: A successful writer whose articles have appeared in 

almost every magazine, ranging from PLAYBOY to RANGER 


J. LATIMER: Professor of German at Cambridge, where he is 

working on his Doctorate. 

A. LEFEUVRE: Recently "acquired" Seagram's Distilleries, 

becoming "booze boss" of the world. 

S. LEWIS: President of Big Steel /Fairweather. 

W. WALTERS: Operator of Executive Elevator, First Canadian 


M. WYNN: Star running hack of Los Angeles Rams football team. 



So you've had a lobotomy 100. 

Hello, Vidal? How aboul 10:00 a.m.? 


SL 9 9 ® 

BACK ROW: E. Pringle, G. Morphy, G. Lee, A. Merrick, A. Abouchar, R. Taylor, B. Routledge, S. Lee. 
MIDDLE ROW: D. Woollcombe, A. Knight, S. Lyon, J. Gare, R. Jensen, T. Fogden, A. Gray. 
FRONT ROW: J. Conforzi, D. Burrows, T. Jewell, W. Jackes, A. Pape, D. Langer, A. Czgledy-Nagy. 
ABSENT: S. McMath, H. Phillips. 

Last September, for the first time this year and the 
first time in his career, Mr. Nakatsu said, "Gentlemen, 
Ketchum Hall." 

Walking across the football, baseball, and soccer 
field and sometimes swimming pool or hockey rink that 
day, we lamented the passing of summer, prodded the 
new arrivals, and laughed about the previous year's 
best moments. 

Spilling out of Ketchum Hall's green doors and 
rumbling down the worn metal slats of its fire escape 
stairs at the end of the year, we were much different. 
What made us different? What changed us? 

Debauchery 101 with Mr. Stevenson kept us out until 
all hours of the morning. We regained the lost sleep in 
his Friday afternoon readings. Pointless Arguing 102 
with Bob "Kiddies" Manion taught us the art of 

looking pensive and concerned. Mr. Marchese's class 
gave us our motto: "War is hell - History is lunch." 
As for Computer Science, we are still waiting for the 
results. (Infinite loop, did you say?) 

Actually, we probably learned more from each other. 
Through the year, the diverse elements of our class 
fused to become - ah, potential class-detention 
material? Really, the only words to describe the mob 
that grew (festered maybe?) under the leadership of the 
Samurai Trig Teacher are Eleven-N.Tune in next year for 
more definite results. 

P.S. Notice how 1 avoided asking who killed 

A. Pape 


The Surgeons. Ealing on ihe job. 

BACK ROW: C. Pelz, R. Cattell, K. Eden, P. Hawkins, T. Sankey, S. Istvan, A. Marcilio, A. Kerr, G. Martin. 
MIDDLE ROW: M. Perkin, G. Egan, C. Jarjour, D. Richardson, S. Drawbell, H. McKeown, J. Ruscica, D. Fiala. 
FRONT ROW: A Crerar, M. Russell, S. Bindon, S. McLellan, L. Hiraki, P. Mann, R. Benzie, M. Clarke. 




The familiar sounds of someone using the eomputer 
and another talking Japanese that are heard as I near 
room 4 tell me that another day in the life of 10-D is 

Operating the eomputer is Mr. D'Arey and talking 
Japanese is Roger Cattell, imitating "Ressa" Hiraki as 
the class captain attempts to get some input as to what 
we should do for our United Way project. Crerar 
stumbles in two seconds before the bell rings - books 
falling from under one arm, shoes and tie from the other 
- and the day has begun. 

In French class Russell screams of injustices because all 
his oral points weren't written down, and Go-o-o-o-ord 
Martin tries to say "quand" without sounding like a sissy 

Benzie expounds on the virtues of the Sex Pistols and 
their music while Perkin continues his never-ending list 
on all the rock groups he can think of during Latin class 
(silly nit!). 

Pelz and Sankey carry on a discussion with Mr. 
Ackley in Geography about how the skiing conditions 
are this year. Everyone else does their Math homework 
because "Big Ack" didn't mark all the tests ("Sorry 

We all look forward to Science class because we get 
(sorry Father Pegler) to throw hockey cards at "Rod" 
under the direction of Eden ("Come on guys, don't do 

The end of the day finally comes as the "athletes" in 
the class hurry to hockey, basketball, or swim team 
(yeah!) practices, and the "vegetables" go home to 
watch "Leave It to Beaver". 


BOTTOM ROW: G. Rideout, G. Hodjera, W. Ross, A. Pace, M. Valentine, D. Brake, C. Alexander, G. Petkovich. 
MIDDLE ROW: S. Lambert, C. Magyar, B. Lomax, W. Henry, D. Lyon, J. Murray, P. Hastings, T. Palo. 
TOP ROW: J. Matthews, S. Bolton, S. Gabbidon, D. Tanovich, A. Swinden, R. Raschig, N. Norman, J. Thompson. 
ABSENT: D. Turner. 

Why write a class report? Is it 
out of a sense of devotion to the 
hallowed Georgian traditions 
which we have all come to know 
and love? Of course not! Very 
simply, this is the only way I 
can ensure that nothing nasty is 
written about me. (Well, at least 
in the yearbook). 

Such is the nature of class 10- 
H. Whether in the pursuit of 
learning every French swear word 
in Mr. Haslett's class, or 
snapping Mr. Walker's last ties 
with sanity by asking insane 
questions (Guys, give me a 
break), we are out to have a good 
time whatever the cost in 
property or human lives. 

Although the class is far from 
predictable, certain characters 
usually stand out. For example, 
all of our new teachers quickly 
fall prey to Jamie Thompson's 
frightcningly accurate im- 
personations, and Guy Rideout 

could be expected to never have his 
homework done. (Oh, come on 

One very interesting addition to 
our class is David (Killer) Brake. 
Seemingly oblivious to everyone 
around him, he wends his way 
through the crowded halls with 
several orange binders balanced 
precariously on his head, whistling 
"Rule Britannia". Between being 
late, playing war-games, and 
reading sci-fi novels and Latin, it's 
a wonder he ever gets any work 
done. Perhaps he feeds his 
assignments into Mr. D'Arcy's 

It would take far too long to 
mention all the interesting 
characters which make up 10-H 
(Well, actually I just can't be 
bothered to write anymore.) 

Perhaps, one day the whole 
sordid story will be published. 

S. Bolton 



That's funny, it's a drumstick but it sure doesn't taste much like chicken. 


Grade 9A, ha! What a change 
from last year's bunch. The 
name itself would have struck 
terror into any teacher's heart. 
This year, however, the class 
was split up. Only several beasts 
were left as it was watered down 
with new animals. Fortunately, 
normal people have a 3:1 ratio 
on them. What am I saying, 
normal? Take for example 
"Stork" Gilbert, 9A's tallest free 
standing structure. Then there 
are the rather putrid jokes told 
by "Lumpy" Mosher, the comic 
wonder. However these are 
offset by the latest updates on 
the events between "Turbo" 
Merrick and Barfy the wonder 
dog, at Lansdowne station. 

By the time this in depth view 
of 9A is published, I will 
probably be in a body cast. 
Taking this fact of life into 
account, I'll say adieu now, 
before my head becomes too 
firmly embedded in cement. 

Frederick (alias Karl) Fruehauf. 

The face that launched a thousand ships. 

*■■ W BBf 

Continuing the fine tradition of Greek theatre in immaculate costumes from head to toga. 



BACK ROW: S. Kent, T. Culverwell, J. Moore, C. Gilbert, A. Fogden, D. Mosher, C. Kalhoun. 

MIDDLE ROW: J. Pilon, D. Crang, 1. Edwards, P. Allison, S. Merrick, N. Voerman, V. Frieberg. 

FRONT ROW: G. McLeish, T. Hanley, D. Clyde, P. Shirer, J. Graham, J. Ramage, F. Fruehauf, K. Kirkpatrick. 

"Holy Zeus. Batman! This wine's .none «>m 


He eats his Raisin Brans ... 



... she needs few ... 

and he needs none. 



BACK ROW: D. Campbell, E. Sharf, T. Tanner, G. Kerr, C. Osborne, J. Magyar, J. Cimba. G. Hum 
MIDDLE ROW: A. Mitchell, P. Bird, N. dePencier, P. Thomson, P. Clark, 1. Hardacre. G. Borowski. G. Gilbert 
FRONT ROW: M. Wang, P. Cameron, H. Payne, W. McCausland, M. Gare, D. Dembroski, C. Bramble. 
ABSENT: J. Tindal. 

This year 9M seems to interminably be sleepwalking 
from class to class hoping we have done the homework 
we are forced to do for the next class, and that 
something interesting might happen to break up the 
monotony of the old routine. 

Fortunately, though, there were some memorable 
occasions which successfully broke up the monotony of 
the old routine. There were common incidents, which, 
at the right time, could be very funny. For example 
Clark's improvisation of Ravi Shankhar on the sitar, 
and Thomson's imitation of Gilbert waking up in the 
morning - or such other natural disasters. And then 
there were incidents which were excruciatingly Funny, 
such as George Kerr's famed versions of Circe from 

The Odyssey and Lady Macbeth, also Mr. Bradlev 's 
formation of the occasional word not generally used in 
the study of History made by unintentionally erasing 
the blackboard in such a way that left the letters 
necessary for the spelling o( the words arranged in a 
row in close formation, not easily missed. 

All in all, it was not a horrible \ear. Naturally, it 
could have been better, but then again, what year 

Eric Shari 

P.S. - Our greatest sympathies to Mr. Marchese, who 

had us thrust upon him and braved it out \er\ well. 



a - ft - & $ 

TOP ROW: A. Hicks, B. Patterson, A. Garner, S. Videbak, D. Martin, D. Hindsmith, O. David, T. Bean. 
MIDDLE ROW: J. Maiguashca, R. Fantham, H. Bolton, I. Pattinson, R. Charnock, J. Boyd, T. Dennison, N. Golding. 
BOTTOM ROW: J. Chrus, B. Earle, J. Durish, T. Verbic, M. Turner, C. Hoffman, D. Archibald, R. Nicholls, G. Chow. 
ABSENT: P. Steel. 

Reading this yearbook you 
are probably hearing about how 
the classes are different, funny, 
and special, etc. You and I 
know that this is rubbish. Eight- 
D is no exception. As class 
captain, I have to get up in 
front of the class every Wed- 
nesday and report the Student 
Council news. Half of the class 
is asleep (mercifully) while the 
other holds a Rhumba Contest, 
or sometimes Disco, nothing 

However, there are some 
things which make us unique; 
the endless sound of Hugo's 
watch playing "The Little Rose 
of Texas", David Martin's 
absence record, Juppers 
philosophy on Kangaroos, golf 
and insanity, and John Paul's 
view on space armies. 

And the teachers tell us, 
"You guys are the better grade 
eight." Ha! 


BACK ROW: S. McLellan, G. Sutton, B. Macaskill, G. Paul, D. Fells, K. Healer, D. Hall, J. Purdon. 

MIDDLE ROW: D. Milne, E. Langer, G. Crabbe, P. Stevenson, C. Robinson, C. Fowler, C. Lam, G. Brown, D. Read. 

FRONT ROW: E. Fripp, S. Munn, A. McCully, S. Beatty, A. Drillis, D. Plaxton, P. Smith, A. May, D. Direnfeld. 

On October 25, 1981, a referendum took place at St. 
George's College, Toronto. The students and teachers 
decided, 324 to Fowler, to separate from the rest of 
Canada and become, not only the smallest independent 
country in the world, but the only one with Pig Latin 
for an official language. 

Mr. Kerr became Major-General, AC-DC, and plenty 
of other stuff, and took over the newly formed army, 
twelve prefects armed with Vzi sub-machine guns, 
Lugers, and hand grenades, as well as a special back-up 
force consisting of two Kandas and an armoured car, 
Circa 1912. Mr. Fraser took over command of the Air 
Force, Building two SAM-missile silos on the chapel 
roof. He is quoted as saying, "They'll never bomb a 
chapel. That's why our ammo dump is in the 

Dr. Barlow became "el Presidente", and from then 

on always wore Fidel Castro-style battle fatigues. 
Among his appointments were: Mr. D'Arcy to the 
National Statistics Board, Mr. Donn to the Ministry of 
Extermination, and Father Scott to the Sewer 

The ceremony took place on Nov. 10. See House 
became Georgian City, New Georgia, Pierre Trudeau 
showed up with his three kids, all of whom were seized 
by the Customs Department. Passports were handed 
out. Mr. Trudeau kneeled, handcuffed between Mr. 
Ackley and Mr. Dunkley, to hand the papers to "el 
Presidente". He only flinched once, and he wasn't 
wounded seriously. El Presidente slashed him with his 
whip as he crawled away. Barbed wire and a guillotine 
were then erected. 

Eric Fripp 




BACK ROW: F. Murray, S. Johnson, P. Istvan, J. Freymen, T. Walters, J. Sayers, R. Devry, J. Ashley. 
MIDDLE ROW: S. Crawford, J. Quinnel, D. Cornwall, M. Woolcombe, J. Bean, D. McRitchie, A. 
MacEachern, S. Jones. 

FRONT ROW: R. White, S. Reinhart, M. Vinning, P. Sturdy, W. Tinmouth, W. Henry, S. Veley, 
, V. Natalli. 


Fr. Peglcr strode into room 23. while we 
were wailing for Mr. (. la\ion. 

"Hello Dears.'' began Fr. Pegler. 

"Hello Sir." we replied angelically. 

"YOUI leather is at ihe hospital with his 
little girl and won't be able to come this 
afternoon," said Fr. Pegler. 

"AW, too bad," groaned Velcy, grin- 

Evcrybody started to read and talk while 
1 i Pegler prodeeded to draw a pink 
elephant which he called "French Poetry" 
when a paper airplane glided over his head. 

"Who threw that?" asked Fr. Pegler. 

"1 did. Sir!!" Reinhart proudly ex- 

"You should not do things like that." 

"I'm sorry Sir. Can you ever forgive 

"No!" said Fr. Pegler 

"Thank you Sir," said Reinhart. 

Fr. Pegler walked over, put Reinhart over 
his knee, and spanked him, shouting, "You 
wicked dear!" 

Say "Cheese". 



BACK ROW: A. Montgomery, R. Cameron, M. Hodjera, P. Rea, S. Henshaw, M. Anson-Cariwright, A. Gilbert, S. Kovas, J. 


MIDDLE ROW: F. Poon, K. Thompson, G. Ash, K. Nevile-Smith, G. White, D. Allison, J. Wheler, M. Rutherford. 

FRONT ROW: I. Garrard, A. Gorman, B. Chappie, D. Hewlett, J. Flynn, G. McVey, N. MacDonald, L. Del Pozo. 

ABSENT: T. McHugh. 

Mr. Stevenson walks into the classroom 
to complete bedlam. 

"Stand up please!" yells Mr. Stevenson. 

Half the class yells, "Herbie!!!" 

"That's enough." says Mr. Stevenson, 
"There will be a spelling test in period 

"1 didn't know about it." says Kyle. 

"It's Friday ya goof!!" exclaims Geoff. 

"One more word and you have a 
detention! Mr. White," asserted Mr. 
Stevenson. "Let's get on with the speeches." 

As the speeches drone on I think about 
the weekend and skiing. My daydreaming is 
suddenly interrupted by clapping. 

"You have French next," says Mr. 
Stevenson. Mr. Fraser walks in and 
everyone runs to the front to trade hockey 
cards. After about 15 minutes everyone sits 


"We are going to read the letters pages 
46 and 47," announced Mr. Fraser. After 
half the class has read the boring letters the 
bell rings. 

"What do we have?" yells someone. 

"Math," is the response from across the 

"There is a surprise test," says Mr. 
Smith as he walks in the door. 

"I didn't hear about it," says Garrard 
somewhere off in another land. 

"That's because it's a surprise!" snaps 
Mr. Smith. 

Behind Garrard's back Mr. Smith makes 
a back and forth motion with his hands and 
goes, "oooooweeeeeeooooooweeee." 

The next few periods go quickly. So does 
Geography. Near the end of Geography, 
Mr. Turvey says, "Basically boys, coal has 
many uses. Your homework for the 

weekend is to make a list of all the coal 
mines in North America." 

Everyone groans as they go out to lunch. 
Two periods later is music - study. The 
study hall is an "animal house". People are 
running around and yelling. Mr. Birkett 
walks in and all is still. 

"Anybody who was involved with the 
scene in the back just now has a deten- 
tion." Finally chapel comes around. 
Halfway through it, part of the choir begins 
to fall asleep. Likewise with the audience. I 
can hear Fr. Scott talking about God but 
all I can think about is going home. As the 
final bell rings in perfect unison with my 
beeping watch so ends another day with 7S. 

Scott Kovas 




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BACK ROW: B. Brown, G. Albrcht, J. Hames, M. Fowler, G. Edward, R. Needham, R. Harrison, D. Baldwin. 
MIDDLE ROW: V. Mehra, T. Mackay, D. Cunnington, A. Carty, C. Friesen, D. Lichacz, A. Woodruff, A. Melnick. 
FRONT ROW: N. Rodomar, S. Woolard, T. Clandinin, A. Chow, C. Harper, K. Thompson, C. Bull, A. Nicholls. 

The Grade Six paper ball wars was the highlight of part of the 
year. It was impossible to go the day without being hit. 

It started one day when we were changing for games. Out 
came the first paper ball and it sparked war. Naturally we were 
late for games but that doesn't matter. 

The wars, however, didn't stop there. Every time, someone 
would hit an innocent bystander. It was very funny if someone 
like Mark Fowler was hit. 

The wars carried on outside as well as in the See House. By 
the end of the week, the front lawn of the school was covered 
with them. We had to hide them before a master saw them or we 
would get into trouble; there wasn't a garbage can available so 
we hid them under a bush. When the ball hit the ground during 
one of our many battles, guys would just pounce on it like 
vultures feeding on a dead animal. Occasionally a teacher would 
turn around and stare at us for a long time. We would just sit 
there as if nothing happened. Those were close calls. The wars 
soon stopped for everyone wanted peace. 

Gaston T. Feeblebunny 




See no lessons, hear no lessons, speak no lessons 

... and do no lessons. 

Grade Five is the best because we are so good at 
French. As a matter of a fact we're taking it again 
this year! 

Grade Five is the best because Father Scott always 
lets us out last in assembly. 

Every day Eddy brings in a different thing and he 
plays with it in class so Mr. Smith takes it away from 
him and Mr. Smith starts playing with it. 

One afternoon Mr. Smith was looking through his 
drawer of toys when he found a gun. He started 
shooting everyone when Mr. O'Meara came in and 
Mr. Smith shot him too. Mr. O'Meara ducked behind 
a locker, and the locker tipped but did not fall then 
the box on top of the locker fell and Mr. Smith 
caught the box and put it back. 

Mr. Smith leaves the room. Everybody starts 
talking ten seconds later. Mr. Smith walks into the 
room two minutes later everybody stands up. 

It was Friday and I was going home with some of 
my friends and one of them got rowdy as we got off 
the train and he ran into Donny and when Margon 
saw this he started to spin around with his sax case, 
and it just happened to hit my clarinet case which 
opened and a piece of my clarinet just happened to 
fall on the subway tracks. Then 1 got pretty upset and 
1 told my friend to get it but he didn't. But after the 
train left a man jumped on the tracks and got it. 


BACK ROW: G. Crate, J. Morgan, T. Rapanos, J. Marsh, N. Nussbaumer, P. Brebner, S. Saunderson, J. Julian. 
MIDDLE ROW: M. Gallop, P. LePiane, M. Lee, A. Massey, C. Jacobs, E. Loo, A. Van Nostrand, P. Vaillancourt. 
FRONT ROW: R. Clarkson, D. While, D. Vernon, E. Hanley, G. Goodwin, C. Kodama, A. Cullen, R. Macey. T. Lissaman. 



FRONT ROW: H. Prichard, D. Barclay, A. Golding, A. Delph, S. Baines, T. Rodomar, J. Zeidman. 
MIDDLE ROW: C. Wheler, M. Korvig, G. Anderson, R. Burgess, S. Perrin, A. Sui. 
BACK ROW: J. Singh, G. Petkovich, G. Fisher, M. Nobbs, J. Rea, C. Doulis. 
ABSENT: K. Gerulath. 

"Vrooommm." My dad pulled up at the 

"Oh, no. Another Tuesday!" 1 thought. 
Suddenly something went past me like a 

"Aliens! Martians! run tor the bomb 
shelter!" 1 shouted. Then Karl called, "It's 
only Richard playing Murder-in-the-Air, 
with D.B. up." 

He was up all right! Up in the air and 
coming down, down, and plunging right 
into Mr. Turvey's undershirt. But Mr. 
Turvey was wearing it all the time! 

"You will see me in the 'place' Please!" 
commanded Mr. Turvey. 

Just then the bell rang and everyone ran 
to the door except Michael, who was fixing 

his Wonder Bra. Then Giles tripped on his 
perfume bottle. Afterwards, the teacher put 
him in the dryer and he got static cling. 
Giles came out and said it smelled like 

Later, Mr. Turvey tried to get Hugh into 
the paint-room but he wouldn't fit through 
the door! So he whacked his butt with 
Graham's book and the poor book broke in 

Meanwhile, Andrew was pouring Static- 
guard over Giles, and Stuart was sneaking 
tortillas out of Mr. Turvey's jar and 
Cravens out of my pencil can. 

"Boy! What a Tuesday!" 1 said to Alex. 

Just then Mr. Turvey came in and 
whacked Malcolm Nobbs after finding a 

tomato on his chair. Unfortunately, Mr. 
Turvey didn't find it before he sat down! 
When Cameron brought his homework up 
it was written so small, the teacher had to 
use a giant telescope to read it. 

Then it was Hugh's turn to read the 
chapter. All of the letters and notes which 
he had intended to pass to all his friends 
fell from the book like leaves off trees in 

After a few more tragedies, none worse 
than Cameron being thrown out of the 
window, and Jeff being dumped into the 
garbage pail after being mistaken for 
garbage, we finally finished our duties. We 
served our detention until 5:00 and our 
school day ended and we gladly went home. 


Heard in Class: Oomm, Oomm, like Oomm. Yeth Thur. Mr. Sui 
what's 11,000,000,000 x 512,000 

Do I smell Cravens? 



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I too can catch it with my foot! 


Where did it go? 

V* L 'IF: 

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The whistle sounded and the nine hundred metre race had begun. 
At first it was easy but then it got harder, with Mr. Dunkley 
continually yelling in your ear. In the third lap I ran as fast as I 
could without falling to the ground in agony. All of a sudden it was 
over and I placed fifth which wasn't too bad. 

I was in the egg toss, Scott Saunderson 
and I. We were given one egg between the 
two of us. I threw it to him, then he threw 
it to me. Then we stepped two steps back 
and did it again. I knew it couldn't last, 
and finally he dropped the egg. The shell 
cracked but it didn't break so we had one 
more throw - SMACK! I felt the egg ooze 
through my hands. I ran after him, ready 
to give him an egg shampoo. I gave up 
and washed up. 

Victor Mehra 

The competition was all luck. 
Westminster won by 3>/2 points, what 
luck they had. But when I ran the 40 
metre race, 1 showed no mercy. 1 took 
off like a bullet and did not stop till I 
landed at the finish line. Gold is old, 
Red is dead, White just couldn't fight, 
and Blue is new. 

Alexis Carty 



Our annual track meet was held again 
at Forest Hill Park. As usual, the track 
meet was very exciting and the laM event 
had to decide which house would win. 

This year the houses were balanced 
equally; however, Westminster, with 
people like Anthony Birozes, narrowly 
squceked out the victory. 

The "Egg Toss" was by far the 
funniest event. It was so 
"eggstravagant" the year before that 
Mr. Dunkley decided to have this 
"eggciting" event again. As usual, Mr. 
Dunkley came up with a new event that 
brought out the vegetables of St. 
George's College. The Vegetable Platter 
race was the new event. Naturally, after 
the race the ants of Forest Hill had a 

Overall, the performances of the 
students and the work of the staff 
members helped make the 1981 track 
meet a great success. 

Mark Wang 

'We have to Stop meeting like thi^ 


As lunch time rolled around, 
anxious Georgians donned their 
swim fins and water wings for the 
annual, inter-house swim meet, 
held at the Benson building pool 
on the U of T campus. 

This year's meet was highlighted 
by a new and exciting event: the 
diving competition. The fact that 
only one diver took part, added to 
the excitement and humour of the 
event. Another diver displayed the 
form which has become 
synonymous with his athletic 
ineptitude. As he prepared for his 
soaring jump, the diver ran out of 
timber at the end of the board. 
The result was a further lowering 
of his athletic reputation. 

The "Turtle", representing the 
well-fed of St. George's tied for 
first place in the splash category. 
However, his front was so sore 
afterwards, that he vowed never to 
dive in a full pool again. With a 
team member such as this, York 
could not help but win the meet, 
ending it off with a rousing chorus 
of "Nobody Does It Better". 


"It's a bird, it's a plane, no! It's Aquaman. 





Monday, March 16th, day of the 
great swim meet! Well, sort of 
great. 1 mean ... anyway ... 
Arriving at the Benson building 
was unbearable, considering the 
amount of clothes I had on and 
the heat of the other pools. The 
meet went well for awhile, but Mr. 
Stevenson (the teacher for our 
house), became what looked like 
seasick! He himself said otherwise, 
but 1 doubted it. 

As the meet progressed, it 
seemed every event we started in 
the lead, we would end up last! 

Finally the scores were made, 
and Winchester came in third. The 
only problem was, in the following 
assembly Dr. Barlow said we came 
in last! Really ... I ... mean ... 
that's not fair ... I mean ... Gees! 

Tom MacKay 

"Ahem!" Mr. Birkett said into 
his new toy. "Please be quiet!" 
"Splash", the meet was on. Boy 
after boy, after boy, went into the 
water swimming till he ran out of 
breath. "Gin!" Harrison shouted 
after his victorious card game but 
I, the master of War, beat 
everybody. Nicolls, playing poker 
like a Mississippi gambler, threw 
down a full house. "1 won", he 
said, "You cheated", Carty said in 
disbelief. "Harper has marked 
cards", they said; so, trying to 
save my life, 1 sat some place close 
to an exit and far away from the 
mad group. Later we went ex- 

ploring the building. We came up 
with an excuse and ran around till 
we were dizzy. We landed back at 
the gala and I left sweating my 
heart out. "What a boring Swim 

C. Harper 

1 have reffed many weird races, 
but the St. George's swim gala was 
the weirdest. I thought that it was 
going to be a peaceful competition, 
but boy, was 1 ever wrong. The 
first race was what 1 hoped it 
would be, and Westminster won 
the flutterboard races. Nexi was 
the inner tube race. Westminster 
won that. 1 swear that one kid was 
trying to move the water out of the 
pool the way he kicked. West won 
the next three races. In the balloon 
race, 1 saw one kid who should 
have won, but he was too light to 
burst the balloon! 1 noticed that 
one boy (in the inner tube race) 
started to let the air out o\ the 
tube to jet propel him forward. 
What a weird race' 

D. Cunnington 









BACK ROW: Mr. Ackley, C. Finnegan, J. Mosher, D. Jones, R. Cowan, D. Hill, A. Birozes, A. Kennedy. 
FRONT ROW: R. Anthony, T. Fogden, D. Smith, B. Tobin, I. DeHaas, J. Zakuta, F. Clokie, B. Clarke. 

Plato once said, "In everything human there 
is imperfection." The first soccer team agrees 
with Plato but it's sheer determination to win 
may override all imperfections. 

The combined individuals of the team 
members gave St. George's one of its most 
organized patient teams in years. Our win-loss 
record was not the best as Arthur Kennedy says: 
"What we really are matters more than what 
other people think of us. We're not burnt out 
either!" The team didn't win the ISAA cup 
again - the cup for the most rugged team. "You 
may not realize it when it happens, but a kick in 
the teeth may be the best thing in the world for 
you," growls Brian Tobin our linebacker. 

Despite the fact that the team lacked scoring 
power, most games were close thanks to our fine 
defensive unit. When a goal was needed, 1 found 
it best to promise a prize to a good scorer. 
Jamie Zakuta came up big a number of times, 
and states "We make our own reality, man". 

We had many young members on the team 
this year who will add strength and leadership in 
the future. The new coaching staff headed by 
Mr. Ackley deserves most of the credit for a 
well organized and disciplined team. The Soccer 
program at St. George's looks better and better 
each year. We have the will and spirit to win, so 
guys 'Let's Go'. 

Ian de Haas 

P.S. The team party is at Mr. Ackley's house. 

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This year U16 team should certainly 
give itself a "pat on the back" for its 
commendable efforts during the 1980 
season. Despite our record of 4 wins, 6 
losses, and one tie, our team led by the 
indefatiguable Mr. Walker, played very 
well as a unit, exhibiting a high level of 
determination and enthusiasm. A strong 
forward line composed of fast, agile 
players, notably "Roger Catell and 
friends", formed an effective offensive 
line. While our half-back line controlled 
mid-field, an intimidating defensive line 
boasting tough players and a brilliant 
goaltender, Wilson, USUALLY held at 
bay the opposition. I say USUALLY, for 
although we did decimate(?) many teams 
with the help of headlong dives from 
Andrew Crerar, fancy footwork from 
Paul Shirer and outstanding offensive 
plays by Mike Valentine and John 
Cimba, our team failed at decisive 
points in a game to capitalize on the 
opposition's weaknesses. However, 
undaunted by our bad luck, Mr. Walker 
and his U16 team fought hard right up 
'til the last game in which a 2-1 victory 
over Crescent brought a suitable end to 
the 1980 season. 

Good luck to all the playes! 


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BACK ROW: I. Edward, J. Cimba, P. Clark, A. Wilson, A. Merrick, S. 
Armes, J. Brebner. 

FRONT ROW: P. Cameron, R. Benzie, M. Valentine, G. Egan, R. 
Cattell, A. Crerar, P. Shirer, Mr. Walker. 

Andrew Merrick 

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BACK ROW: S. Kent, T. Bean, A. Mitchell, B. Macaskill, J. Purdon, O. David. 
MIDDLE ROW: Mr. Smith, G. Sutton, D. Hind-Smith, D. Dembroski, K. 
Kirkpatrick, Mr. Birkett. 
FRONT ROW: A. Drillis, J. Durish, A. Hicks, S. Munn, J. Maiguashca. 


This year's Under 14 Soccer team is 
generally the same as last year's Under 
13 Soccer team with a few extras thrown 

This year's record was 3 wins, 2 
losses, and 3 lies. 

Our first game against Hillfield was a 
definite 3-1 loss, but we were just 
warming up. The next game was a 
toughee against Crescent, but we played 
like professionals and pulled through 
with a 1-0 win. The next three games 
were disappointing ties against Appleby 
College (2-2), St. Andrew's College (3- 
3), and an improvement against Hillfield 
(1-1). We could, should, and would have 
won these games if it wasn't for the 
inability of the officials to referee 
adequately! Ridley College, of course, 
pulled us off-side many times but in the 
long run it didn't do them any good, as 
we beat them 3-0. U.C.C. defeated us 2- 
1 because of the goal against us that had 
much dispute and uncertainty to it, even 
the referee was doubtful. The game at 
Pickering College was our highest 
scoring victory in the season, mostly 
because of the opposing team's lack of 
confidence and motivation - Even before 
the game they predicted and 
congratulated us on the victory we 
would soon accomplish. Even when Mr. 
Birkett switched positions completely 
around in the second half, we still 
defeated them easily with a score of 10- 

Overall it was quite a successful 
season which was only made possible by 
the contribution of each and every 

Alistair Hicks 



The under 13 soccer team consisted of 
about 12-14 players who were semi- 
confident in winning a few games. The 
team started off with a loss, but was 
that going to stop them? Well yes! We 
(St. George's) started to decline like the 
"Great Depression" and lost all games 
in Toronto. Roy Fanthom was as good a 
captain as we could get. The coach as 
you all know was Mr. Smith. The 
tournament in Montreal was quite the 
same in which we were declining. But 
St. George's could not stand this 
anymore, so with some luck and skill we 
managed to win the first game of the 
season, which was close to the end of 
the tournament. In the finals we played 
St. John's Alora which was about as 
good as we were. St. George's played an 
excellent game in a field of mud, on a 
cold day, and we slaughtered them. So 
we kept a reputation of not coming last, 
although we placed 11th out of 12 other 
teams in the tournament. 

Hugo Bolton 

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BACK ROW, Left to Right: S. McLellan, R. Fantham, R. Cameron, A. Gilbert, R. 
Nicholls, H. Bolton. 

FRONT ROW: F. Poon, D. Allison, B. Chappie, R. White, A. MacEachern, K. 
Thompson, A. Nicholls. 


BACK ROW, Left to Right: P. LcPianc, M. Gallon 
T. Claudinin, D. Cunnington, P. Vaillancourt. 
FRONT ROW: T. Lisaman, N. Rodomav, A. 
Suundcrson, P. Brebner. 

, R. Macey, A. Carty, N. Nussbaumer, 
Cullen, R. Clarkson, D. While, S. 

This year's Under 1 1 Soccer 
Team was composed of 15 en- 
thusiastic boys selected by Mr. 
Turvey, our coach. Our schedule 
consisted of 5 games, U.C.C., 
Appleby, Crescent, and two vs. 
Hillfield. We played well but 
found the competition difficult as 
shown in our scores. One tie, one 
win, and three losses. 

Our first game played at 
Hillfield was tied while our second 
game, at home, played in pouring 
rain was lost. Appleby's challenge 
was too great as was Crescent's, but 
our spirited side played aggressively 
to the last whistle. Of note was 
Harrison's sensational goal in the 
Appleby game scored from centre 
line. This provided the team with 
welcome encouragement. 

Never daunted after losing to 
Appleby and Crescent we finished 
our season with a rousing and 
satisfying win over U.C.C., 5-2. 
Ashley Nichols scored a fantastic 
hat trick in this finale. 

We would like to 
Turvey for being a 

conscientious coach in 
year here at St. George's 

thank Mr. 

fine and 

his first 

Darren White 



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Hugh Brown, Bill Jackes, Peter Anthony, Andy Lefeuvre, Tony Gray, Mr. Fraser. 

This year, instead of my normal training 
program, I had the unusual but great 
honour of working out with the S.G.C. 
Cross-Country team. The team was coached 
by Mr. Fraser, nicknamed "in absentia". 
Because of slight technicalities, I was not 
permitted to compete but I will relate the 
results of the team anyway. 

In early September, the Georgian 
presence was felt at the Belt Line Relays. At 
the U17 level, a youthful U16 team of Andy 
"the morning after" Lefeuvre, Rob "Sports 
Injury" Anthony, Bill "Tour Guide" 
Jackes, the Tony "Drugs" Gray completed 
the effort in tenth place. In the open 
division, Jeff "Slats" Latimer, Peter "only 
70 miles today" Anthony, an encore 
performance by Tony Gray, and Lloyd 
Marks ran to an eighteenth place. 

From there, this astonishing team blew 
the competition away at meets in Last 
York, York University, and High Park. On 
Oct. 25 the team braved hurricane con- 
ditions at the ISAA final at Ridley. I he 
midget team of Chris "Ox" Alexander. 
"Miles" Machellan, Scott "Slippy" 
Bindon, and Ian "Atomic" Edwards 
(Teresa Mills) won their division. Junior 

competitors included Bill Jackes (11th), 
Andy Lefeuvre, Mathews, Rob "BBC 
NEWS in Cairo" Jensen, Hugh Brown, and 
Tony Gray who was wounded in the event 
when he threw himself in front of a 
mudslide to save his teammates. Our senior 
team, Peter Anthony, stunned the world 

with his Ird place finish. 

It was a great season and on behalf of 
the team, I would like to thank Mr. Fraser 
and our sponsors, Nike and the Red Cross 

Bill Rodger- 

I he champion ISAA midget team 


Any number of the following words could describe the 80- 
81 hockey season - promising, frustrating, discouraging, fun, 
humorous, disastrous, humiliating, challenging, trying, 
tiresome, courageous, and probably many more. 

The team's roster prior to the Christmas break showed a 
great deal of promise as strength and balance were evident at 
all positions. This fact was reflected in the on-ice per- 
formance where, in three league games, the team tied Ap- 
pleby, defeated Nichols, and lost to U.C.C. ... a very good 
start which projected optimism for the second segment of the 
season. Alas, the team's fortunes went downhill rapidly in a 
series of undulating bumps and crashes. The loss of players 
through a lack of commitment, academic disqualification, 
personal problems, and physical injuries pulled apart a 
potentially fine team. 

Those who remained worked hard, tried harder, and gave 
all they had to virtually little or no avail, as they were 
constantly out-numbered. The team's only real reward came 
from a superlative 5-3 victory over S.A.C. that rekindled the 
thought of what might have been - "IF" ... 

Such a discouraging season can only lead to thoughts of 
"wait until next year". Indeed, there will be a solid nucleus of 
players who have a great deal of 1st Team experience. But let's 
hope for more. 

Coach McMaster 

BACK ROW: Coach McMaster, Asst. Coach Scott, B. Jackes, M. Vanderheyden, S. Dembroski, J. Gare, A. Howard, G. 

Murphy, C. Glynn. 

FRONT ROW: B. Clarke, F. Clokie, A. Birozes, M. Cooper, D. Hill, J. Zakuta. 

ABSENT: A. Wttewall. 




Saint George's Second Hockey team was not a team of 
great strength nor superlative skill. Ours was a team built 
on enthusiasm and competitive spirit. We were trained to 
get to the puck first regardless of the consequences. Kevin 
Wiseman after falling (as usual) would swim to the puck 
on his belly. The Canadian Gigolo showed his team spirit 
by punching out anyone who messed up his hair in front of 
his cheering section. 

Mr. O'Meara deserves special thanks for his hard work 
in developing a group of hacks into a well disciplined 
team. Our final outcome was 5 wins, 5 ties, and 5 losses. 
Thanks coach, and special thanks for giving me (a 
seasoned old veteran) the chance to nail all my friends 
from other schools. 

Our finest effort was a game which we played at T.C.S. 
Down 3-1 in the third period St. George's, a small team was 
not intimidated by the goon tactics of T.C.S. In fact we 
smashed the hell out of them and tied the game 3-3. Even Gus 
was hitting and Hitman Hardy lived up to his name. 

As I'm now in my last year at S.G.C. I would like to leave 
the Second team with one thought. If you can't beat your 
opponents make sure they know they have been in a game. In 
other words, your opponents can't score with a broken leg! 

Brian Tobin 

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BA< K ROW: Mr. O'Meara, P. Anthony, T. Gray, Mr. Kostiuk, K. Clarke, B. Routlcdge, R. MacGrilfin C Osbour 
I KONT ROW: K. Wiseman, D. Smith, I). Dembroski, R. lav lot, II Harlman. 


BACK ROW: Mr. Clayton, J. Cimba, D. Martin, N. DePencier, I. Edward, G. Hunt, P. Bird. B. Patterson. 
FRONT ROW: P. Smith, M. Gare, M. Valentine, P. Cameron, P. Mann, P. Shirer. T. Hanley, C. Fowler. 
ABSENT: I. Pattinson. 1. Hardacre. 

The U-15 Hockey team had an exciting but 
disappointing season with a record of 4-^-2 With 
the excellent coaching of Mr. Clayton and Mr 
Ackley we finally got our act together but it was 
just too late in the season. 

The team was led by two strong offensive lines. 
The first line comprised of the high scoring power 
of Bird, Cimba and Mann. The second line 
combined the hard hitting and high scoring power 
of Edward. DePencier, Shirer and Smith 

The defense held up well too. despite the injurv 
to our all-star defenseman Ian Hardacre It con- 
sisted of the hard-hitting pair of Hanle) and Garc 
and the strong work ol Martin, aided h\ Hum and 
I owler. 

The team was kept in mans games b\ ihe superb 
goaltending of Peter (the egg) Cameron and Ian 
(ihe plug) Pattinson. 

In spile oi our record, we were .i good opponent 
to a number oi ihe teams we played We had our 
lapses, .is any ream does. v\hich amounted to ,i 

number oi 

J. Cimba 
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BACK ROW: M. Rutherford, C. Bull, S. Jones, R. White, A. MacEachen, M. Woollcombe, D. Allison, Coach Ackley. 
FRONT ROW: S. Henshaw, G. White, K. Thompson, K. Nevile-Smith, A. Montgomery, J. Mueller, C. Veley, A. Gilbert. 

... "And with the exception of a couple of minor 
mistakes you played great", coach Ackley proclaimed as 
we all sat around filling our faces with fresh donuts and 
cold pop (provided by "the Ack") and pulling the sweat 
soaken equipment off our backs. 

In case you're racking your head at the moment as to 
who 'we' are, 'we' are the mighty Under 13 hockey team 
which at the moment had just won our first game of the 
season 13-3 against Ridley School. 

Unfortunately (like any Toronto sports team) we did 
not continue playing on a winning note since we faced 
such teams as U.C.C. and lost by such scores as 9-2. 
Altogether, we won 2 of our 6 games, (if you said 60% 
in Mr. Smith's Math class he would introduce you to 
"double trouble", his prize cane). We had plenty of fun 
and enjoyed ourselves immensely. Our coach was great 
and the team was super. 

Steve Jones 
Roger White 



BACK ROW: T. Wilson, D. Canbergs, A. Abouchar, P. Beattie, A. Kennedy. 
FRONT ROW: R. Taylor, B. Tobin, D. Smith. 

Again this year, the gym floor 
shook with pounding and 
thumping of rubber-clad feet as 
the St. George's volleyball team 
prepared itself for the I.S.A.A. 
tournament, under the watchful 
eye of Mr. Dunkley. 

In spite of our faithful practices 
our record was nothing to jump up 
and down about. The one glimmer 
of light in our otherwise dismal 
season was the tie we were able to 
get away with in the Staff-Student 
tournament. We held off for as 
long as we could against monsters 
such as U.C.C. and Crescent in 
valiant attempts to retain our 
honor, but even the knights of St. 
George must lose a few. 

Doug Smith 

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BACK ROW: J. Kosich, S. Janacek, P. LePiane, A. Abouchar, J. Mock, C. LePiane, J. Latimer. 
FRONT ROW: Mr. Dunkley, S. Burk, S. McMath, P. Beattie, C. Finnegan, I. Crassweller, D. 

This year's 1st Basketball team began in glorious fashion 
with upset wins over U.C.C. and Ridley. However, the 
presence of green skirts at our game against Crescent seemed 
to secure our fate. Indeed, many players had difficulty con- 
verting a lay up into two points. Despite our record we were 
only outclassed on the scoreboard by St. Andrews. In sum- 
mary, it was a year of highs and lows, but it was never 
without memories. 

Comments worthy of mention. 

Jeff Mock: What do you mean I fouled him on the shoulder 

Stanley Janecek: Shuffa, shuffa, shoot ... tweet! 
Conal Finnegan: Gee, look at the little bug on the ceiling. 
Carlo LePiane: No Sir, my chin is not stuck to my neck. 
Jeff Latimer: Hi! How are you? ... Gotta Go! 
Steve McMath: Come on you guys, we're losing! 
Anyone: But Steve, it's only a scrimage. 

Paul Beattie: I believe the key to an offensive drive is the 
centre line, ... tweet! 

Ian Crassweller: Sit down Kosich, it went in. 
Scott Burk: Well boys, that left hand lay up just doubled my 
seasonal scoring average. 

John Kosich: We had a way better team back home. 
Andrew Abouchar: Sir, we're having a problem on the of- 
fensive boards, our team is fighting for the ball! 
Dave Burrows: I'm playing for the lsts next year, my parents 
are giving me legs for Christmas. 

Paul LePiane: 1) Good fake 2) Great drive 3) Bruise Back- 
Wayne Dunkley: Where's Conal? Find him please. 

Scon Burk 





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This year's U-16 basketball team combined the 
experience of Andrew Merrick, Tony Wilson, Sean 
Gabbidon, Brian Lomax, Charles Magyar, Jeff 
Stuart and Andrew Walker, the enthusiasm of 
Andrew Knight, Nick Norman and Chris Pelz and 
the youth of Alex Fogden, Chris Gilbert, Stewart 
Istvan and Scott Merrick. Under the leadership of 
its co-captains, Andrew Merrick and Tony Wilson, 
the team had the best won-loss record for the 
regular season in the league of 13-1 and won the 
First Annual I.S.A.A. U-16 Basketball Tournament. 
The success of this year's team was due to the 
unselfishness, determination and desire displayed by 
all the players and the guidance provided by the 
diminutive one, Coach Nakatsu. With the young 
players remaining on the team and those moving up 
from Mr. D'Arcy's team, the prospects for next 
year's team are bright. 

C«^ Co c aptain: Andrew Merrick> Co . 

FRONT HOW: Cnris P e „ Brian ^SSSES:- BSff" 



BACK ROW: J. Purdon, G. Kerr, A. Mitchell, C. Leather, P. 

Johnson, D. Fells, Mr. D'Arcy. 

FRONT ROW: D. Campbell, J. Durish, J. Chrus, S. Mann, J. 


This year St. George's College had one of the finest Under 14 
Basketball teams in the history of the school. We showed great skill 
in all aspects of the game, defence, ball-handling, and scoring. 

Our team had a very good season compiling a record of 8 wins, 2 
losses and one tie. However, both losses were very close games, one 
against Hillfield and the other against Crescent. 

The talent-laden team was made up of the following stars: co-captain 
George Kerr whose skyhooks were greatly applauded by all, Allister 
Mitchell who on occasion hit the backboard, Jaime "air ball" Moore 
who came on strong towards the end of the season, Jason Durish one of 
the best ball handlers in the school. His passes both devastated opposing 
coaches and teammates alike. Chris "Clutch" Leather whose fine touch 
off the board added another dimension to our games, John "Pardon" 
Purdon a ferocious rebounder, Duncan Fells, "What was that girl's 
phone number again?", Scott Munn who learned how to dribble 
moving forward, Bean/ Campbell whose smile often boosted team 
morale, and last but not least John Druss who continually improved 
throughout the season rounded off the team. 

Special thanks must go to Mr. D'Arcy who did an outstanding job 
with this inexperienced team. Thanks also to Andrew "Stats" Drilhs, 
our manager, and Steve Amies and William Walters, statisticians. 

Paul Johnson 



FRONT ROW: Coach Marchese, S. Videbak, P. Istvan, A. Gardner, B. Sanchez, A. Drillis. 
BACK ROW: T. Walters, G. Chow, T. Verbic, F. Poon, G. Quesnelle. 

The word to 
describe the 1980- 
81 Under 13 
Basketball team 
was determination. 
Each and every 
game that we took 
part in exemplified 
this spirit. No 
matter who pro- 
vided the oppo- 
sition, and no 
matter what the 
score, we played 
with intensity till 
the final seconds. 

The team fin- 
ished the year with 
a very respectable 
6 wins and 4 
losses. But perhaps 
our finest game 
was a loss to 
Crescent School 
where we over- 
came a 17 point 
disadvantage in 
the final quarter 
only to lose by 1 

This team will 
assure that the fu- 
ture of basketball 
at St. George's 
College will be 
well represented. 





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FRONT ROW: T. Palo, W. Henry, K. Paisley, A. Pace, A. Crerar, C. Alexander. 

MIDDLE ROW: Mr. Kerr, S. Daly, J. Laforet, D. Lyon, C. Whitney, S. McGrath, D. 

Jones, M. Miller. 

BACK ROW: P. Hawkins, J. Matthews, A. Kennedy, G. Petkovich, J. Sladek, P. Miller, 

P. Hawkins. 

ABSENT: C. Crassweller. 

Can you believe it! The Swim Team was 
undefeated in the 1980 season. The 1981 season 
also got off to a good start when we blew the 
U.T.S. Swim Team out of the water. But we 
were unable to win any meets for the remainder 
of the season. Although we did come within a 
race of beating T.C.S. (the Tea and Crumpet 
Society), we were unable to beat the swim team 
from S.A.C. (Silly Antics Club) who we beat 
last year. All was not lost. At swimming we 
didn't excell but at singing we were great. Our 
competitors were treated to St. George's own 
type of water music. Strains of "Everywhere we 
go" could be heard echoing through the halls of 
the Benson Building in harmonious discord 
upsetting our swimming friends from the U.C.C. 
(Un-Couth Choristers) establishment. Look out 
Luciano Pavarotti! At the finals we placed a 
respectable fifth. But before 1 end another page 
in St. George's Athletic History let me say 
thank-you to Mr. Kerr our coach and Mike 
Miller our trainer for all their effort and time. 
Also to Skip McGrath our captain and choral 
leader a pat on the back. 

P. Miller 


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BACK ROW: A. Birozes, K. Smith, S. Daly, J. LaForet, B. Jackes, R. Anthony, Mr. Ackley. 
MIDDLE ROW: W. Clarke, T. Watson, A. Gray, D. Smith, A. LeFeuvre. 
FRONT ROW: J, Conforzi, C. Osborne, I. Edward, S. Munn. 


The track team had another very 
successful year this year finishing a 
strong fourth out of nine I.S.A.A. 
teams at the final at Centennial 
Stadium. The team accumulated 
devastating 216 points, 100 more 
than last year. 

The season started quickly with 
two indoor meets at York and U. 
of T. Particularly in the first of 
these, only a select group of run- 
ners were entered. Strong perfor- 
mances were given by Rob 
Anthony, Scot Daly, Tony Gray, 
Peler Anthony, Anthony Birozes, 
Doug Smith, Bill Jackes, Andrew 
I.eFeuvre, John Cimba, and others. 

The next weekend most of the 
team ran at the Lord Seaton- 
Bishop Power Meet at Centennial 
Stadium. The weather was terrible, 
the competition lough, and the 
meet only three hours behind sche- 
dule Thanks Rodger! It was not 
enjoyed by most! 

I inning at school, Forest Hill 

track, and roads in between for the 
stalworth long distance run con- 
tinued every day for the serious 
members who were preparing for 
the Quaker relays at Pickering Col- 
lege, Newmarket. The four teams 
entered faired reasonably well, all 
making the finals, although no 
victories were achieved. 

The I.S.A.A. meet saw many 
strong performances, particularly by- 
Anthony Birozes who, for the sec- 
ond successive year, won the 100 
metre and 200 metre in fine fashion. 
Other performances worth noting 
were by Rob Anthony, Tony Gray, 
Andrew Idem re, I im Watson. 
John Cimba, Paul Johnson, Scot 
Mel ellan, Doug Smith, and Peter 

Congratulations track team and 
also to the coach. Mr Ackley, lor a 
fine year, and wc all look forward 
to an even belter 1V82. 

Peler Anthony 


Can't you sec I'm trying to work? 

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Don Jocko - The Kingpin of the group. 

Elwood - For safety, Don Jocko keeps him 
locked in a room with bars on the windows 
and a leaky ceiling. 


They hacked and tunneled 
their way into the school but the 
mini-Mafia finally broke in. They 
all grinned at their success. This 
gang, led by Don Jocko, the 
Kingpin of the group, is now 
behind bars thanks to S.G.C.'s 
hidden camera. The gang was 
even polite enough to pose for 
these candid shots. Our hidden 
tape recorders picked up their 

Don ordered Elwood and 
Jake (his right and left hand 
men) to wham and zap all the 
locks and lockers in the school. 
Finally, Antonio (the hit man) 
hit all the lockers creating a 
mess that took the students two 
days to clean up 

Elwood, the left hand man, 
decided to go to work in room 
10. With his nimble fingers, he 
decided to bend some table legs 
in the room. 

On a taped conversation he 
explained that "it keeps my 
fingers in shape when I write 
boards and boards of history 
notes." At the same time, An- 
tonio took a notebook and 
started to "gab" while he read 
the contents. 

When most of the lockers 
were emptied Jocko said "All 
right gentlemen, in the car 
please." Then they left the scene 
leaving mess, fear and havoc in 
their wake. 

Sgt. O'Hara 54 Division 

Jake - The scholar of the group - responsible 
for rubbing out all barbers east of the 

fool you 

Ace hitman. Don't let the nice face 
notorious for fighting his way to the 

"What the audience doesn't know won't hurt them." True 
enough, but what director George Rutherford was worried about 
was what the actors of Agatha Christie's "The Patient" didn't 
know - their lines. Some of our early rehearsals were somewhat 
substandard. No, mediocre. Okay, they were bad. It was only 
through persistence, patience, and a good deal of verbal abuse 
that Mr. Rutherford was able to turn an extremely rowdy group 
of students into an acting force mighty to behold. 

The cast for the senior school play was, in order of im- 
portance, Stephen Bolton and eight others. All jokes aside, the 
other members of the cast were Jeff Brown, Chris Crassweller, 
Nick Culverwell, Charlie Fowler, Paul Hawkins, Sean Hayes, 
Jamie Thompson, and David Hind-Smith. 

The play was performed once for the junior school, again for 
the upper school, and a third time for parents, relatives, friends, 
lovers, total strangers, international terrorists, and several others. 

Thanks go to Jeremy Graham for his work as the stage 
manager, and to Graeme Morphy and David Richardson for 
constructing the sets. 

S. Bolton 



In September as I started my term as president 
I had numerous objectives. Unfortunately the 
realities of the office replaced my early con- 
fidence and many of the things I sought to do 
never got off the ground. However I felt this 
year's student council initiated a very positive 
trend. I am pleased to say that the student 
council is no longer a "private club" for a few 
of the older students to perform certain func- 
tions as they see fit. It now belongs to the entire 
school. This change of attitude is a product of 
very hard work by a number of people. The 
executive this year performed as a team with the 
key word "co-operation." Ian de Haas 
(treasurer) will leave next year's council with an 
accurate financial record (for the first time ever) 
and lots of money. Peter Anthony consistently 
wrote out the minutes weekly, a tiresome and 
tedious task. The Social Committee arranged the 
best dances in the city. Finally, the enthusiasm 
and light heartedness of Anthony Birozes was an 
inspiration to everyone. 

I wish future councils to continue the trends 
previously stated. The student council can do 
much to lift the spirits of the school and provide 
leadership. This year's council began to un- 
derstand the possibilities of what a student 
council can accomplish. It is up to next year's 
council to realize that potential. It has been an 
honour to serve the students of St. George's. 

Arthur Kennedy 







One of the things that the choir tries to 
do, which has caught on very well, is 
teach the boys good behaviour and 

Every day, at 2:01, Mr. White would 
get his blazer from the piano, say 
"That's all we are doing for today", 
and walk out the door. 

This done, the Choristers would go to 
the piano. While this is going on, Fells 
would proceed to turn Ashely Nicholls 
into mincemeat. There would be an 
extemely loud noise as everybody 
chattered. Fogden, seeing what Fells was 
doing, would throw Fells into his seat. 

While all this went on, Fowler would 
yell at the top of his voice, "Shut Up". 

Harrison would complain to Bramble 
that Brill was molesting him throughout 
the practice, and Brill would say the 
same thing about Harrison. 

Then after Fowler had yelled three or 
four times, there would be a second of 
silence, in which Fogden would tell 
everybody to go. After Walters had 
rolled out the door, everybody else 
would run out the door like bulls in a 
china shop, knocking chairs and desks 
out of their way. 





On the morning of Friday the thirteenth, in the month 
of June, in the year of our Lord nineteen-hundred and 
eighty, the choir began its journey to Boston, Halifax, 
St. John and Fredericton. Prior to leaving, Mr. Bradley 
solemnly declared that he was not superstitious but 
didn't want to leave on Friday the thirteenth. 

At our first stop, the halls were in constant echo with 
Gough's voice saying, "I will lift up mine eyes unto the 
hills", and "Glory be to God on High!" 

As night falls, the nocturnal activity begins. No, it is 
not Dr. Barlow's rugger or relevio, but the Martian 
bleating of electronic games. 

On return from a sightseeing day, Dr. Barlow seemed 
to have a slight air of displeasure. The corners of his lips 
edged up slightly, ever so slightly, and he said "1 spent 
two hours at a stupid movie and three hours in a useless 
jokeshop." Psychologically speaking, such behaviour 
should be modified. 

When we arrived at Halifax only one door in our 
residence was in operation which had a tendency to lock 
itself. To help solve this problem Dr. Barlow, with a 
most inscrutable look, suggested we use the fire doors as 
exits. O Lam of Dr. Barlow takest away the sin of 
someone else who might have received the blame and set 
off the fire alarm. 

One of Mr. Bradley's favourite games was his "staring 
game". He and a boy would stare at each other. The 
first person to laugh was the loser. Mr. Bradley was the 
undisputed winner of his own game. 

This was probably one of the choir's best tours. The 
performances were extremely well done. At the 
Cathedral of Immaculate Conception in St. John, the 
choir received a standing ovation. The accoustics of this 
building were superb. The echo enabled each member of 
the choir to hear himself during an actual performance. 
The Fredericton paper, the Daily Gleanor, gave us an 
excellent write up. 

St. Mark's College in Boston was extremely good to 
us in giving us free accommodation as well as all the 
small things that count the most, such as leaving us its 
vans for our transportation. Our Halifax ac- 
commodation gave us free lunch, complimented us on 
our good behaviour and gave us the use of their pool. 

Ball, Liam (Chorister) 

Bramble, Chris 

Boyd, John Paul 

Brezina, John 

Bull, Chris 

Edward, Gareth 

Eden, Kevin (Chorister Prefect) 

Fowler, Charles 

Fells, Duncan 

Fogden, Alex (Chorister) 

Gilbert, Chris 

Gough, Nicholis 

Gorman, Andrew 

Halyk, Mark (Chorister) 

Harrison, Robert 

Hiraki, Lester (Chorister Prefect) 

Lam, Cedric 

Macintosh, John 

Milne, Douglas 

Montgomery, Andrew 

Pace, Andrew (Head Boy) 

Shirer, Paul (Chorister) 

Walters. Tim 

Miller. Michael 

Miller, Peter 

Secor, Rob 

Freedman, Hob 

McGrath, Malcolm 

Birkcti, John 

Gardham. John 

Bentles . Brian 

Nakashima, I rank 

Bradley, John (Director ol Music) 

Barlow, Andrew (Director ol \ciivities) 

c in iv. Stephen (Organist) 

W'line. Maurice (Choii Master) 

Scott, I he Re\ Kenneth (Chaplain) 

Skarbek-Borowski, George (Acolyte) 

Clark. Paul i Vcolyte) 

Drawbell, Steven i \colyte) 
Keresteci, Mrs P (Choirmother) 
Harrison, Mrs \ (Choirmother) 



This year saw not only a 
multiplication in the number of in- 
strumental groups - Brass choir, Reed 
choir, Sax choir, String quartet, String 
orchestra. Concert band and, of course, 
our very own Dixie Jazz Band - but also 
in the quality of performance; most 
especially in the Pachelbel Canon 
performed by the String Quartet and in 
the Star Wars arrangement played by 
the Concert Band. Congratulations to 
all concerned! 




TOP ROW: W. Henry, N. dePencier. 

MIDDLE ROW: S. Bolton, A. Pape, W. Ross, D. Brake, G. Hodjera, G. 

Culverwill, J. Tindal, H. Brown. 

BOTTOM ROW: L. Weston, 

Baird. N 

There is a nasty image that will probably forever 
shroud the successes of the debating team. This is an 
image of pompous intellectuals in three-piece suits 
debating topics that will one day decide the fate of the 
free world. If we are to believe the blurb on our 
"Complimentary Debating Federation pens" (you 
know the kind with the five minute supply of ink and 
the automatic self-destruct mechanism), we debaters are 
the future leaders of our nation. As we must take 
everything the Federation says as Gospel, then I'd like 
you to meet the future Prime Ministers of Canada. 

First, let's destroy the image of the pompous in- 
tellectual in the three-piece suit by introducing David 
Brake. He ... oh ... that was a stupid place to start. 
Instead, let's meet my co-captain, Andrew Pape, the 
last survivor of the Golden Age of Ian Wilks and Paul 
Till. Also in the front line of our team is our semi- 
literate secretary, Stephen Bolton, the fiery (that's 
flEry, not fAIry), Bill Henry, and that silver-tongued 
devil, Gordon Baird. Our second line is composed of 
the likes of Waldon Ross, Hugh Brown, Lee Weston, 
Jamie Thompson, George Hodjera, and Paul Hawkins. 
(If 1 didn't mention someone's name, let's play a little 
game and see if you can't spot yourself in the cute little 
picture, OK?) Bringing up the rear (hmmm, a poor 
choice of words) is yours truly, preferring to lead by 
osmosis rather than by example. 

Now that you know who we are it shouldn't be too 
difficult to explain our record in the field. The year's 

schedule consisted of tournaments hosted by various 
schools where a varying group of competitors get 
together for a battle of wits and lasagna. The major 
tournaments of note were Appleby, Lawrence Park, 
and the Toronto Finals at Havergal. Our sole 
representative at Appleby was Andrew Pape who was 
quite successful. At Lawrence Park, Andrew shined 
again being one of the top six debaters while the rest of 
us failed miserably. The situation was identical at 
Havergal except that it was Gordon Baird who u, ir- 
responsible for saving our honour. Gordon went on to 
the Provincial Finals as the sole representative from St. 

In conclusion, it is necessary to explain the 
philosophy of the St. George's Debating team. Our 
primary objective is to give as much experience as 
possible in the hope that it will improve their con- 
fidence and ability. If we happen to win at the same 
time then all the better. Thus the best debaters will not 
necessarily be used all the time, but 1 must say that no 
one has done anything but improve out fine reputation. 

Nick Culverwell 

Note: If you really believed any o\ that, then we call 
on you to contribute to our Bahamian Vacation I und, 
Make all cheques payable to Arthur Peglei (pan on 




At one p.m., on the Fri., September 26, the 
students of St. George's College got even. 
Mr. Dunkley was first in line to be "dunked" 
to the approval of all. One of the big 
moneymakers of all, Mr. Kerr, was given his 
first bath in several months despite his 
muffled protests. "Red" D'arcy lived up to 
his name lasting a meagre thirty seconds. Our 
award winning English teacher, Mr. Fulford, 
was absent, working no doubt, on his next 
literary masterpiece to supplement his income. 
Religion reared it's head in the form of 
Father Peglar who retaliated by throwing 
back the sponges at all the "little devils". 
"George" (Liberace's brother) Rutherford 
was also present for brief spurts. Representing 
historical significance of this event was "V" 
Clayton. Truancy officer "Micks" McMaster 
made a guest star appearance, resulting in 
over 30% of the take in a quick seven 
seconds. The final tally brought in an 
astonishing sum of $67.00 and a senior school 
sponge fight. The event will be held again 
during exam week at which time the expected 
intake will be magnified to say the least. 

Thank you 12C. 

Paul Beattie 
Scott Burk 

Shoot when you see the whites of their eyes! 



The Camera Club has been quite successful 
this year. Rarely in the past has the club had as 
many competent photographers. This year, 
many of the younger members demonstrated 
their enthusiasm and potential as photographers. 
Some notables are: Mr. Wilson and Mr. Fulford 
who kept us in line all year; Steve Armes who 
dutifully protected our darkroom supplies; and 
Jeremy Graham whose mother makes excellent 

Other notables include: Greg Petkovich, who 
has discovered the joys of spending large sums 
of money (ours); Marc Van Ginkel, who has 
discovered the joys of not spending large sums 
of money (his own); Paul Clark and Jeff 
Ruscica who sacrificed their participation in 
athletic events in order to further aid the 
yearbook. Many others are worthy of note. If 
this yearbook does not reflect what I have said, 
I retract that last statement. 

Miles Rideout 





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The two words "Prize Da\ " 
have different meanings to dif- 
ferent people. To some, it means 
that they might not see each other 
again for three months and to 
others it means that another hard 
year's work has been completed 
and a vacation is not only needed 
but deserved. 

With the sun beating down on the 
Georgians that make way to the 
Diocesan Centre, they see their 
friends and masters milling about 
the centre. Mr. Allen's brilliant 
speech and Mr. Bradley's in- 
teresting diction were a nice way to 
end the year. 

With the prizes presented and 
the diplomas awarded to the grade 
13's, the graduating class bid 
farewell to S.G.C. and the rest of 
the students had three long months 
to recuperate from the 1980' 1981 

Elmo Philis 



Where the heck is the guy who developed this pic? - (ed. 

On Thursday, March 12th the legendary hockey 
players of SGC converged on Forest Hill Arena to 
engage the school's 1st and 2nd hockey teams. Old 
Boys II, made up of former players who have been 
more than five years past graduation, took on and 
defeated a staff-reinforced second team - Final score 2- 
1. In this well-contested game, Old Boys II scored goals 
by Wayne Addison and Rob Regan. The 2nd's goal, 
which earlier tied the game at 1-1, was scored by H. 

The feature match of the evening saw the Old Boys I 
team rebound from an early 3-1 deficit to a 4-3 lead 
midway through the last period. A goal by School captain 
Anthony Birozes late in the game prevented the Old Boys 
from sweeping the two games. Actually, the old boys 
were thwarted by Nick ("Horseshoes") Shilletto. 

The OLD BOY TROPHY was retained by the school 
team - because they had scored the first and last goal - 
McMaster's rule! - although the final score was 4 all. 

Goal scorers for the Old Boys were IRVINE, 
RICHMOND (2) and CRASSWELLER; for the school 
team scorers were BIROZES (2), CLOK1E AND 

Special thanks to our Headmaster Emeritus, J.L. 
Wright, for donning his vintage 'Tacks' (circa 1833) 
and presiding over the ceremonial face-off. John 
Wesley (old Old Boy '64/72!), the past president of the 
SGCA, must also be thanked for his task of assembling 
two highly competitive Old Boys' teams, and for 
organizing the get-together at the school after the 

Lastly, and most importantly, many thanks to those 
Old Boys who came to play hockey - without you there 
is no game - no tradition. Thanks, fellows, for two 
good games. 

Mr. McMaster 


Two hundred and eighty enthusiasts 
gathered at the Prince Hotel to 
recognize athletic excellence and par- 
ticipation at St. George's College. Only 
two or three laughed at the Athletic 
Director's jokes! 

In keeping with the tradition of the 
Banquet, St. George's College was 
fortunate to listen to a wonderful guest 
speaker. Ms. Abby Hoffman, the 
recently appointed director of Sport 
Canada, entertained, informed, and 
imparted her feelings concerning the 
values and benefits derived from 
athletics and competition. Her words 
helped every boy to realize that he was 
truly an award winner. He had par- 
ticipated with others and made new 
friends, he challenged himself and made 
sacrifices and he had experienced and 
weathered success and failure. 

Each boy was honoured at the 
banquet for his contribution to the 
school, and each boy recognized that it is 
a privilege to have the opportunity to 
represent St. George's College on the 
playing fields and be one of the two 
hundred and eighty. 


The parents, students, and 
teachers who were present at 
the Diocesan Centre on the 
frigid night of March 19th 
received a pleasant surprise: 
an evening of excellent 
rhythms and melodies with the 
talented student musicians of 
St. George's College. Wailing 
saxophones and trilling trum- 
pets and trombones from the 
brass band entertained us with 
Star Wars and other well- 
known pop numbers while the 
crystal voices of the choir am- 
used and amazed us with Old 
Mother Hubbard, Captain 
Noah's Floating Zoo, French 
Canadian folk songs, and oth- 
er pieces. 

But what really stunned us 
all there was the abundance of 
superlative soloists. On the 
cello was Alistair Mitchell, 
Cedric Lam on the piano, 
Doug Milne on the trumpet, 
Tom Mackay on an enormous 
trombone, and Chris Francis 
in the choir's Calico Pie, each 
one turning in virtuoso perfor- 

Mr. Bradley, Mr. Demierre, 
and Miss Volman must be 
thanked for their time and ef- 
forts, and the latter two espec- 
ially noted for their student's 
rapid progress in the band and 
strings respectively, in the 
course of a mere two years. 

And when we left the audi- 
torium, we were all very satis- 
fied and thirsting for more of 
the same at next year's con- 






The week started like a "normal" Norval week; the 
only difference at first was that this year there was 
snow. On the ramble, the first day, everyone was 
tripping or pushing each other in the snow. So far the 
week was great - skiing, tobogganing and un- 
fortunately, some work. 

On Tuesday we decided to go tobogganing on a big 
hill, on the other side of the river. It was the steepest 
hill we had ever tobogganed on. Not many people 
made it all the way down the hill because of the jumps. 
Just when we thought that John Sayers, Doug Cornwall, 
and Michael Woollcombe had made a perfect 
run all the way down the hill, we saw them go up in 
the air (they had hit a clump of grass). The result was 
John Sayers screaming with a bloody nose because he 
had landed face first, and Doug Cornwall had bitten 
his tongue and the blood was pouring from his mouth. 
We took them both back to Stephen House and finally 
the bleeding stopped. 

That night John Sayers was sick to his stomach. We 
thought it was related to the tobogganing incident but 
the next day it happened to Fraser Murrey, who didn't 
even go tobogganing. The two of them were sick again 
and again. People were placing bets on who would set 
the record and who would be sick next. The two of 
them were sent home. The next day three people were 
sick, and the numbers increased as the week went on. 
On the last day there were only fifteen people out of 

twenty-seven who were not sick, the rest had been sent 
home. Everyone was issued plastic b.ies foi the trip 
home because no one knew who would be next. 

\tiei we left, someone came to disinfect the bunks 
because of all the germs. All o\ the people who were 
sick recovered quickly and were back at school on 
Mondaj . What a week' 




On Thursday, February, the 
nineteenth, the Junior School had 
an Open House. "It was great", 
said one person. "It was not bad", 
said another. I liked it. It started 
with the basketball game, then the 
band played Mozart. Also grade 
four did three hilarious essays in 
which poor Mr. Turvey was being 
embarrassed. To top it all off, 
there were the grade seven spoofs. 
I hope I'll be here next year to see 
the Open House. 

Chris Harper 

K T&,< 

The "Ohhs" and "Ahhs" came from the audience 
when the ball missed, but when it went in, two things 
happened. The audience clapped, as did the team that 
scored, and the other team cursed and argued for a 
while. By the end of the game, Winchester had eight 
points, while York had seven. 


Tom McKay 


Excuse me Ma'am I'm lost. Which direction is Toronto? 

The walk was fine, except it 
started to rain, which isn't 
unusual. Mind you, you could call 
it anything from a popcan 
throwing contest to a hide behind 
a bush while a teacher walks by-a- 
thon, to a grub day. After the 
disappointment of paying a dollar 
for wearing grubs, it was easy to 
cheer up. We were all walking 
along when we came to this certain 
park. This park was normal. It 
was a nice park but there were a 
few ladies sunbathing. These ladies 
were sunbathing in the nude. Once 
we noticed this we did not walk as 
fast as normal. We did not want 
them to put their bathing suits on, 
so we hid behind some trees and 
watched them. "Wow" what a 
sight, it was great. Then we had to 
go, too bad! Shaking "Cokes" 
was a favourite pastime, but when 
it sprayed on us - hmph! Anyway, 
you can't count the number of 
events that happened, the only 
thing is, sore feet and collecting 
money discouraged us. 


Sparked by the brilliant performances given by among 
others, Mr. Walker and Peter Miller, and driven almost 
to the point of tears by the dreariness of our daily 
routine some members of class 10-H decided we needed 
some way to let off steam. A play resulted. As soon as 
we saw the reaction to Scrooge's entrance, we knew the 
mood was right. It was a hit! 

Like all true artistic geniuses, however, we suffered 
from several setbacks, the most important of which was 
the lack of mental sanity in the cast. Andrew Swinden, 
for example, cast in the role of Mr. Clayton (Oh, so 
that's who it was!) had to spend several painstaking 
hours in Ketchum Hall learning to deliver his lines in the 
proper Claytonesque inflection. John Murray, as Jacob 
Marley, missed every single rehearsal, yet still managed 
to pull off a creditable performance. Andrew Pace, who 
was to have played the Ghost of Christmas Present, 
contracted a rare disease in which he suffered under the 
delusion that he was Ethel Merman, and refused to go 
on unless we did a production of "Showboat!" (Just 
kidding - he had the flu). His replacement was none 
other than the illustrious Walden Ross (and his All-Girl- 
Orchestra), who had to deal with the constant muttering 
of the audience and a runaway moustache. Jamie 
Thompson's major difficulty was a nagging sense of self- 
doubt which was carried to the extent that he walked 
off-stage to get a cue during a command performance 
for Mr. Allen. However, his lively performance as Mr. 
Bradley was accurate enough to warrant a brushing. 
Stephen Bolton, who played no less than four parts (a 
sure sign of serious psychological disorder) was con- 
stantly worried about the level of offensiveness in the 
play. Specifically, he was concerned that it was not 
objectionable enough, and objected strenuously when 
there was any suggestion of removal of personal insults. 

We must thank Mr. Stevenson for enduring our 
rehearsals and permitting us the use of his scarf and 
coat. We also thank the teachers who were all good 
sports about it. You ain't seen nothing yet! 

Stephen Bolton and Jamie Thompson 



As the game began it was easy to see that the 
staff's field set-up was primitive in comparison to 
the stylish organization of the student team. The 
teachers thought that they could get away with just 
a left end right full-back while the remaining staff 
played no particular position at all, and just ran 
around chasing the ball. 

After the game was well under way the ex- 
perienced and worldly students succeeded in fooling 
"Gorgeous" George and scored the first goal with 
a flashy flair. Of course we cannot be too pompous 
since the teachers had the definite disadvantage of 
their age to deal with. 

The suicidal attempts made by the "Oriental 
Express" shattered the Student team but once. In 
his path, he left one person on his back, and the 
other with very sore shins, amid cries of "Child 
Abuse" from the disturbed spectators. 

The game went on through the rain, and through 
sheer luck the staff managed to sneak in a goal at 
the last minute, to tie the game at two apiece. As 
the teachers hobbled off the field some heard them 
mutter under their breath, "Good game fellas." 


BACK ROW: Mr. Donn, Mr. D'Arcy, Mr. Ackley, Mr. Mckeown, Mi Ken 

FRONT ROW: Mr. Dunkley, Mr. Smith, Mi Walker, Mi Birket, Mi Nakatsu, Mi Marchess 





1** 1 

Dragon Day, or D-Day as it is popularly called was 
extremely successful. By noon the parking lot was full 
to overflowing. All of the events - the sponge throw 
(thanx to "volunteers" Clayton, Miller and Fraser et 
al), the book sale, the food and drinks, the magic 
shows and 12C puppet show and many others - were 
all greatly enjoyed. The Medieval exhibitions of sword 
play also were very popular, and at times terribly 

The ladies' guild deserves a great deal of credit for 
all of their work. Their intensive preparation and 
advertising was well worth it, as shown by the profit 
of $8000. 




Peter loved the museum. This is where it all started. He would 
spend hours a day and not get through half of it. It was the best 
around, some people said. His parents didn't approve of this three 
hours a day at the museum. Dr. Abtoss was their family doctor, 
and psychiatrist. His mother thought Peter needed Dr. Abtoss, the 
psychiatrist part. 

On the way home from the museum one day, Peter found a 
small black rock. This was to be the cause of it all. 

The night before the valuable rock had been stolen, Peter spent 
four hours at the museum. He had never before seen the museum 
empty so he decided to stay past closing hours. The guard tried to 
make sure everyone was out, but Peter had hidden well. The guard put 
the keys in his pocket and walked off. The museum was empty. Peter 
looked around. After an hour of looking, he had Finished the first 
floor and proceeded to the second. He had seen all the sections but the 
"mummy" one. 

Suddenly, something moved! It came from the back corner. A 
shape rose up from the darkness. It was one of the mummy's 
servants. It said, in a low deep voice, "Master will be awakening 
soon". Peter couldn't believe what was happening. 

Then all the servants woke up. Even the Pharoah's dog. Then the 
mummy case creeked and it opened. Some gold dust came out. All 
was silent. The gold dust took the shape of a young man of 32. 
Peter almost fainted. 

"I am Nahrab III, may I join you?" 

Peter shuttered, "I-I g-guess s-s-so." After becoming acquainted 
while going to the third floor, Peter felt better. Here was the 
Human Body and wizardry, also the transparent woman who ex- 
plains how different parts of the body work. There is a small tape 
recorder under every button. If one pressed the button marked 
heart, the tape recorder would tell about the heart. The transparent 
woman stepped off the platform. Day after day, she explained to 
children on field trips about the heart, which was now pulsating as 
usual, the lungs, which went in and out as she breathed, and so on. 

On they went to the wizardry section where a wizard named 
Zigbad joined them. Peter was becoming used to these joinings. 

They went to the fourth and final floor, the jungle floor. By now 
Peter was becoming tired. It was two o'clock in the morning. All of 
a sudden a loud sound was heard. A giant elephant charged with 
several spears in its side and back. 

"Do something!" screamed the transparent woman. Peter and 
Nahrab III took spears and jabbed at the elephant until it was 
dead. Then, no less than fifty small men about two and a half feet 
in height marched up to them with angry looks on their faces. The 
one in front, obviously the leader, said in a rough voice, "Zooga 
viga boody fapa!" 

"Who are these people?" asked Peter. 

"They're pygmies, very frequently seen in my time," said 
Nahrab. "They live in the jungle, very savage indeed", he said. The 
leader then pointed to the dead elephant and then to himself. 
Obviously saying that he wanted it. 

"You can have it", said Peter slowly and distinctly. The Pygmy 
didn't understand, and slowly became angry. Then in a long string 
of harsh, strange words he ordered several pygmies to take Peter 
and his companions. 

"Let go of me, you awful thing!" screamed the transparent 

"Don't do that", said Peter, "you may make him madder than 
he is." The pygmies took them to a cave. They then threw them in 
and rolled a large boulder in front of the mouth of the cave. 

"We have to find a way out", said Peter, "We'll suffocate." 

The wizard and the transparent woman were tapping on the walls 
to find a hollow space. 

"You're magic", said Peter to the wizard, "why don't you get us 

"Magic is fable", he said. "We couldn't do magic. The kings 
and people we worked for thought we were magic because we could 
predict things by the change in weather, sun and stars." 

"We're really in trouble now", said Peter. Peter suddenly 
changed the subject. 

"How did you come alive?" he asked Nahrab. 

"Some power dragged life into us", said Nahrab. 

"You must have something with you", he said. 

"All I have is three dollars and this black rock which is now 
crushed", Peter said. 

He took the crushed rock out and showed it to the 4000 year old 
mummy. His eyes locked on the rock. They stared blankly at it, as 
if he were hypnotized. Peter didn't understand. 

"Are you all right?" he asked. 

He put the rock back in his pocket. Then the mummy broke his 
hypnotic stare. 

The mummy said, "That rock, that's it!" 

"That's what?" asked Peter. 

"That's the power", he said. 

All of a sudden the transparent woman tapped on part of the 

wall and found a hollow spot. One good kick and the wall caved 

"We're free!" yelled the wizard. 

They ran down to the third floor where they said goodbye to the 
wizard and to the transparent woman. They went immediately to 
the first floor where Peter said, "Come home with me as a 
souvenir, you can turn into that gold dust and live with me!" 

He took the black dust, which used to be a rock as it was now 
and looked at it once more. 

He said, "This dust is amazing, I think I will keep it." 

Just then, a large gust of wind blew it all away. Nahrab disap- 
peared. Peter was horrified. Then he heard the voice of Nahrab. 

"Don't be afraid, everything is back to normal." Peter ran 
home. It was noon on Saturday, when he arrived home. His parents 
were there. Their eyes were bright red with black rings under them. 

"Where have you been?" said his father seething with rage. 

"At the museum", Peter said. 

Peter walked into his room and lay down on his bed. He could 
hear his mother talking to Dr. Abtoss over the phone, but all Peter 
could think of was the adventure in the museum. 

Scott Kovas 


The first annual Basketball Tournament was 
hosted by S.G.C. and U.C.C. Under the guidance 
of Mr. Dunkley, Mr. Ackley and Mr. Badali, a 
battalion of S.G.C. 's finest students helped to run 
a most successful tournament. 

The U.C.C. section had a minor upset in the 
tournament that had U.C.C. emerging as the 
winner of the champion section and B.R.C. the 
winner of the consolation. U.C.C. had the honour 
of travelling to S.G.C. to play the winner of the 
S.G.C. half of the tournament while B.R.C. 
remained at U.C.C. waiting for their opponent. 

At S.G.C. the tournament went as expected. 
The basketball was exciting and the lunch catered 
by the ladies' guild was delicious. After an in- 
spirational half-time display by Mr. McMaster's 
children, S.G.C. eliminated a stubborn H.S.C. and 
won its half of the tournament. T.C.S. won the 
consolation section and went on to U.C.C. to meet 

At U.C.C, B.R.C. defeated T.C.S. and won 
the consolation championship. Meanwhile back at 
S.G.C. the two host schools met in the cham- 
pionship. S.G.C. prevailed and won the tour- 
nament championship. 

Tournament Results: 
C.S. 44 vs. S.G.C. 51 
T.C.S. 49 vs. H.S.C. 50 
C.S. 27 vs. T.C.S. 50 
H.S.C. 50 vs. S.G.C. 67 

Championship Game 
U.C.C. 37 vs. S.G.C. 47 

Coach Nakatsu 

A.C. L vs. U.C.C. W 
S.A.C. W vs. B.R.C. L 
S.A.C. L vs. U.C.C. W 
A.C. L vs. B.R.C. W 

Consolation Game 
T.C.S. L vs. B.R.C. W 







The word was casi upon the 
winter wind, and taken to London, 
Kingston, Montreal, and even to 
the outskirts of Scarborough. The 
"Word" was a challenge to all the 
old boys to make the pilgrimmage 
back to St. George's to play the 
Senior Basketball team. The at- 
tendance, however, was not what 
was expected. The following are 
some of their explanations: 

Paul Mazze: "1 finally got a 

Eric Fergusson: "Well, eh, 1 have 
a platform tennis game. Really." 

Rich Hector: "My shorts don't 

Undaunted, however, the old 
boys (with a little help from the 
staff) went on to conquer the 
senior team. 

Mortimer Runcihle 

It 5 


1 1 1 


Mr. Cruise, Mr. Smith, Mr. Lee, J. Morgan. 

On November 5, 1981, a walk-a-thon took place. Mrs. Thompson asked if the school 
would do it for the Royal Ontario Museum. The school chose a walk-a-thon because it 
raised the most money. This walk-a-thon was to be 18 kilometers long. 

Starting at the school, each class went out individually with their form master. Mr. and 
Mrs. Nobbs donated their house as a checkpoint. Mr. and Mrs. Bains and Mr. and Mrs. 
Julian donated their homes as "drink and food" checkpoints. The first checkpoint was at 
the corner of Lowther and Avenue Rd. Then we went to many other checkpoints ending 
at the school. The total number of checkpoints totaled 18. From the beginning to the end 
it took roughly 4 hours to walk the 18 kilometers. 

After a week, when all the money had come in, the total came to about $4800. We 
were very pleased with the result. 

Marc Lee 
Jonathan Morgan 



'What d'ya mean my shoelace is untied?" 

Final Score: Gr. 13 - 9, Staff - 5. How did this 
upset occur? Is there a good explanation for this 

Mr. Wilson - Umpire Fulford was blind, one more 

eye and he'd been a Cyclop! 

Mr. D'arcy - Coach Mix blew it; he left Walker in 

too long. 

Mr. Walker - The Staff didn't get me any runs. 

The only rally we had consisted of two walks and 

an error. 

Mr. Nakatsu - They started the game before 1 got 

there. I would have made a BIG difference. 

Mr. Dunkley - I had the George Brett ailment, but 

I thought it was a brain tumor, honest. 

Mr. Haslett - The third moon of Aries was in a 

different time warp. It wasn't meant to be. 

Mr. Marchese - After 1 stroked a first inning 

homer the ball went soft. 

Mr. Rutherford - Walker is a classic Venus de Milo 

pitcher - No Arm! 

Mr. Ackley - How can I soar like an eagle when 

you're playing with turkeys? 

Mr. Clayton - Our yoonies was dirty ! 

Mr. Kerr - We'll get those 's next year!! 




I am a sailor on the seas of fate. 
All things come before me, 
Yet all are behind me. 
I see in all directions, 
Yet my vision is blurred. 

I am a sailor on the seas of fate, 
Leave me to my destiny. 

Andre Czegledy-Nagy 
Grade 1 1 


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Track and field day, a dastardly plan was 
brewed. Mr. Fulford's bowties were to be 
stolen for tying legs in the three-legged race. 
No names will be mentioned so Mr. Fulford 
won't find out who dunnit! Two guys from 
each house (York, Winchester, Westminster, 
and Canterbury) were made to take part in it. 
The staff room was soon broken into and 
there, in the middle of the floor, was a ... 
safe? Luckily, we had safe crackers, some 
with ham, some with cheese, 1 prefer peanut 
butter myself ... oh sorry! Anyway, the safe 
was opened and we found eleven ties! Whew! 
Soon we had all the ties, and were making 
our way to the field where the three-legged 
race was about to start. Just as the race 
finally began, Mr. Fulford came running out 
of the school. 

"Where are my ties?" he demanded. 
"Aha!" he exclaimed, pointing at the racers. 
The next thing I saw was a group of three- 
legged students sprawled on the ground and 
four badly stretched bowties. There were no 
winners in that race! 

Tom MacKay 

Grade 6 


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"Where's your student card?" demanded the driver, in the officious tone so beloved by employees of the city's 
transit system. 

"I don't have one," Max replied, somewhat defensively. He used the standard lie. "The photographer hasn't come to 
our school yet." 

"Put in another ticket," snarled the driver. 

Damn it, thought Max, reaching for a second ticket. Always playing little games. He imagined that the driver was 
searching for a chance to wield some authority in a job hardly suited to the purpose. He was right. No one could 
question that Max was an adolescent. His face, his voice, even his clothing, the standard uniform of jeans and a T- 
shirt, suggested youth. No, this was merely a case of enforcing the rules for their own sake. 

Max flopped into a window seat near the front of the empty bus. 

"Can't you read? It says move back." The driver gestured toward the row of yellow signs urging passengers to 
the rear of the vehicle. 

Max shuffled to the back and flung his Adidas bag on the last seat. He sat down. There, he thought, satisfied? 
Max was not generally rebellious, but he found himself growing increasingly bitter towards a system which seemed 
entirely self-serving, disregarding such trivialities as human courtesy and dignity. 

He remembered that he needed a transfer, and approached the front to ask for one. 

"You're supposed to get it when you get on." 

"I forgot. I'm sorry." Max's tone was very sarcastic. He stamped to the back. Enough is enough, he thought. I'll 
walk. He snatched up his gym bag and pulled the bell cord. It was, of course, broken. 

"Could you let me off here?" asked Max, totally defeated. 

"What?" The driver was curt. 

"Forget it," Max mumbled. He slumped back into his seat. "Forget it," he repeated to himself. The bus drove on. 

Stephen Bolton 
Grade 10 


These old eyes aren't much use anymore, not that I really need them. The streets and the buildings are the same as 
they were when I was in high school. That antiseptic young doctor at the clinic wants to give me a set of artificial 
eyes, but these are the ones that got me through all those years of writing and they'll do just fine now. I do wish 
they'd been working a little better when I signed away my fortune to that three-piece suit with the glasses. Now all I 
have is this tacky old sports jacket, my grey flannels, and these damned shoes. 

No one wears shoes anymore. I remember when we got detentions for not having our black ones on Fridays. It's a 
shame they had to tear down the College after the mice undermined the foundations. All those boys I knew then are 
so successful, but I can't ask them for help. I might have asked Beattie, but he's in jail now. I wish I could have 
seen Crassweller's face when he subdivided Rosedale. 

I mustn't forget that I was successful too for a while. I used to take that shuttle flight every day to L.A. from my 
mansion in Markham. Now I can't even afford the taxi to the airport. 

I must get up soon and go to the diner for lunch, but I feel at home on a park bench. It must be all those old 
movies. Still, 1 feel out of place anywhere else, especially in these clothes. I don't need good vision to know that the 
youngsters all stare at the funny old man in the weird clothes. I don't feel anger anymore. 1 remember my own 
disrespect for funny old men wandering lost in the subway. I think I'll just sit a little longer and rest my feet. 

Nick Culverwell 
Grade 12 



Frank sat hunched over his table in his cramped dressing-room, his fourth gin in one half-hour in his hand. The 
narrow walls were covered with various photos depicting moments from his career. Some were taken oi himself, 
others showed him standing beside Ed Sullivan or chatting with Johnny Carson. As a stand-up comic, Frank had been 
one of the best. How else could he afford to spend time and money drinking backstage at intermission. 

His small dressing-room seemed to be divided into two worlds: The world of past successes reflected b> his 
numerous photographs, and the world of confusion and depression that was expressed by a circular formation oi 
half-empty bottles. 

Frank's whole life had changed for the worse in two short years. Now, he was lazy and habitually drunk. 
Everything used to go his way. He never really had to try. He was always one of the best in his profession. But now, 
if he was to achieve any happiness at all, he had dimly realized, he would have to escape the bottle. He even came to 
regard each glass of gin as a source of inspiration, a thinking potion, that in some way would help him escape from 
his rut. His conviction finally clouded into delusion. He could no longer help himself. Reaching awkwardly into the 
drawer of his dressing-table, with affected dignity, he withdrew his already loaded revolver. 

Jamie rhompson 
Grade 10 


Theodore was perfectly content to stay at home in front of his nice 
warm fire, amidst the strange objects he had collected over the years, 
and recite incantations he should already have known. He had plenty 
of time to do this now, since the people of the town he had just 
moved to were fairly modern, and generally, needed a wizard only in 
extreme cases, in which Theodore's potions and spells worked 
marvellously. Because of his ability to work under such pressure, 
Theodore was quite popular among the populace, except with those, 
of course, who viewed his magic as a waste of time, and claimed that 
a little applied logic and technology (15th century style) would work, 
even though it never did. 

Theodore's adventure began the evening that Isaac, a long-time 
friend of Theo's and a fellow wizard of equal ability, came to 
Theodore's house on a social call. Soon after several cups of tea and 
two hours reminiscing, though, the things started happening. To 
begin with, it started snowing. Now, snow falling on a cold winter's 
night normally doesn't arouse the curiosity, but since it was snowing 
in Theo's living room they started to wonder. 

"You didn't inadvertently say anything which might cause it to 
snow, did you?" ask Theodore. 

"Oh no, no! I'm proud to say that I've learned to control my 
words, and I'm not causing half as many accidents as I used to," 
Isaac replied. 

"That's good, you never did learn that wizards have to be careful 
of what they say. Oh well, I should say something to make this snow 
stop. It'll do horrors to my chairs and carpets!" 

After saying some unrepeatable jumble of words, it stopped 
snowing, and Theo and Isaac resumed their conversation. Not long 
after, however, the chairs in which they were sitting began to rise off 
the floor. This struck them as definitely strange. While they were 
trying to remember the correct spell to return them to the ground, 
other things in the room started to float, like pens, books, lamps, 
pillows, a grand piano, a sofa, in fact the whole room was gradually 
picking up speed, until they were whizzing and heading for Isaac and 
Theodore. No sooner had he jumped down from his chair, when 
Isaac narrowly escaped being hit by a few books and the grand piano. 

"What do you say. we go out for a stroll," asked Theodore, and as he 
said this the door flew off its hinges and flew at them. 

"Splendid idea! 1 didn't think we're wanted in here!" replied 
Isaac, and he was out. 

"Well, what do you think?" queried Isaac as they walked along, 

"No, I don't think so. It seemed to have more purpose," came the 
the answer, "I think it was a ghost with a personal vendetta against 
one, or both of us, looking at the way the stuff flew at each of us." 

"Yes, 1 suppose that's it. But might I suggest that you stay at my 
place tonight; maybe it'll blow over." 

"No," said Theo, "I have a feeling it's going to follow us 
wherever we go. Besides, I'd have to go round my house and pick up 
some things. You know, toothbrush and tarot cards, sort of thing. 
So, why don't you stay at my place?" 

"I suppose so. Then we should go north. 1 have a friend who 
specializes in ghosts of that sort." 

They arrived at Theo's with no problems, though they were still a 
little shook up. Theo put a kettle to boil on the stove, and they went 
into the living room, and it hit them. 

"Do you see what I see?" asked Theodore. 

"I know I don't see what I should be seeing!" said Isaac. 

"I don't think I've seen the room any neater. It's perfect! Even the 
dust on the piano!" exclaimed Theo. 

"You know," started Isaac, "this really doesn't have much of a 
calming affect on me!" 

"There I could not agree with you more!" said Theo, "Well, 1 
suppose we should have our tea and go to bed," continued Theo. 

"Yes, I suppose so," replied Isaac slowly. 

After they had had their tea, Theodore showed Isaac Ins room. 

"Oh, 1 do hope on the off chance that whatever n was, it was just 
a lluke," said Isaac as he entered the room, "Hie old nerves can't 
lake this sort of thing anymore'" 

"I hale u> be the pessimist, but 1 Ihink our ghost is going to be a 

constant companion of ours for a while," returned Theo, and with 
that he went to his own bedroom. 

The next morning, a very shaken Theodore went downstairs after 
not finding Isaac in his bedroom. Fortunately, though, he found him 
in the kitchen making breakfast. 

"Good morning!" said a relieved Theodore. 

"How dare you sound cheerful! I didn't get a wink of sleep last 
night!" said Isaac. 

"Oh, sorry. Thanks for making breakfast!" said Theo, and he dug 
into the plate of bacon and eggs lying on the table in front of him. 

After breakfast, Theodore gathered up a few things he thought 
might come in handy, like a couple of books, some herbs, and his 
tarot cards and, having locked the front door, they set out on their 
trip to Isaac's friend. 

After quite some time, they approached a forest. It seemed to be 
fenced off, except for a heavy iron gate with a plaque on one of the 
doors. As they neared the gate, Theo could see that the road they 
were following veered to the left, but there seemed to be an old, 
unused, grass-covered road leading up to the gate. Resisting the 
temptation to go see what was there, Theo continued along the cut 

Nothing much was said by either man for most of the trip, as both 
were enveloped by their own thoughts. Then, Isaac suddenly broke the 

"It's a wizard!" 


"It's a wizard! The ghost of a dead wizard with a grudge against 

"Of course!" exclaimed Theo, "That would explain how 
everything was in perfect order in my house when we got back from 
our walk! No normal ghost could do that! But wait! What wizard 
had a grudge against us?" 

"I don't remember his name, but we stopped him from killing 
some people as an experiment to ascertain the pain threshold of the 
average human." 

"Oh boy!" said Theo, "If it is him, we're done for." As he said 
this, they rounded a corner, and were hit by the sight of two corpses 
dangling from a tree. One of the corpses was wearing blue pants and a 
green shirt, the other, brown pants and a red shirt, and Isaac was 
wearing brown pants and a red shirt. They heard a deep, ominous 

"This is not doing great things for my nerves!" decided Isaac. 

"How long until we get to that friend of yours?" asked Theodore. 

"Half an hour if we walk quickly," was the answer. 

Sure enough, in thirty minutes they were knocking on a door. It 
opened revealing a man of medium build with a long white beard. 

"Isaac!" the man exclaimed, "what a pleasure to see you again. 
Do come in!" and they were ushered in. 

After about twenty minutes of old-home week discussion between 
Isaac and his friend, whose name was Walter, Theodore finally put 
the discussion onto the track of what they had originally come for, 
and asked what they should do. 

After some deliberation, Walter pulled himself out of his chair and 
went to what appeared to be a china-cabinet-turened-potion and 
herbs cabinet. He took out a bottle of dark blue powder and mixed it 
with an orange powder. Then he poured a dark green liquid into the 
mixture. There was a sizzling sound, followed by thick, dark smoke 
flooding out of the mixing bowl. He put it in a bottle, and handed it 
to Theodore, along with a paintbrush and a slip of paper with 
something scribbled on it. 

"It's too late to do this now, so you can stay here for the night, 
but tomorrow, you must go to the corpses you saw and paint a 
triangle on each corpse with that mixture, and recite that spell. 
They'll still be there. Il will ..." Walter started to have difficulty 
breathing, and then he sianed to gag. Theo and Isaac rushed towards 
Walter, but Walter yelled out not to touch him or they would die, 
and in a feeble voice, a warning to lice or else die. He let out an 
agonizing, pitiful scream, and he simply disintegrated into dry bits of 
bone and skin, and was scattered all over the room by a wind thai 
whipped up in the room. 


They made a mad dash lor (he door trying to duck 
objects which were Hying around the room, caught up 
in the wind. They made it to the door, but it was 
jammed. Isaac shouted something over the din, and 
the door ripped off, colliding with a pot that was 
heading for Theodore. 

They ran along the road, towards the corpses, still 
ducking from things Hying out of the house. 

As they came closer and closer to the corpses, fence- 
posts started to rip out of the ground and fly at them. 
As they came nearer still, trees started to uproot, 
landing near Theo and Isaac. Then they came within 
sight of the corpses. In the dull light of the dusk, they 
seemed to be glowing eerily. Theodore pulled out the 
mixture and the brush, and gave the spell to Isaac. They 
were now just metres away from the corpses, and they 
noticed an extreme heat that seemed to be radiating 
from the corpses. 

Theodore slowly approached the corpses, trying to 
become used to the heat. With each step the heat 
became more intense. Then he heard a low harsh 
whisper crying out "Stay away! Stay away!: Still, he 
continued to push ahead. The heat continued to rise, 
and the voice mounted in pitch until it became an 
insane screech. He had reached the corpses! Slowly, 
using all his strength, he pushed the bottle full of the 
mixture Walter had given him at the corpse of Isaac. 
As the brush made contact with the corpse, the 
threatening voice rose to a shrill, piercing scream, 
relating untold agony. Theodore finished the triangle 
on Isaac, and began the triangle for his corpse. With 
each brush-stroke, the heat and voice alike grew to 
new heights of intensity. Finally he had finished. 

He yelled out to Isaac to recite the spell. A few 
seconds later he heard the low monophonic chant he 
had been waiting for. As the recitation ended, the 
scream reached a peak, and then there was nothing. 

The next morning, Theodore awoke, and picked 
himself up off the ground. He went over to Isaac, 
having to step over all sorts of assorted junk. He 
roused Isaac, and, after they had collected their 
belongings, they started to walk away. Looking back 
over their shoulders, they saw two black nooses 
hanging from a tree. They kept on walking - faster. 

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One night, as the moon was shining brightly through the 
window, I lay in my bed trying to go to sleep. I tossed and turned 
but couldn't seem to manage it. Suddenly I heard the smooth 
rustling of my bedroom carpet, someone or something was in 
my room! 

The sudden thoughts that went through my mind were like 
"It's a monster or a murderer." I slowly eased from underneath 
the covers. What I saw was incredible: it was my teddy bear, 
slowly walking about my room. Then my toy mouse started to 
scamper about the room and my cat was chasing it wildly. I said 
to myself, "My toys are coming to life." I heard a whirring in 
the air. It was my airplane mobile, in action, most of them from 
the Second World War. The planes were battling my plastic 
army men, including my tanks. It was like World War III. Soon 
my room was a city of toys, scurrying about. I wondered if this 
had happened to any other child in the world? 

Suddenly the room was dark, except for the moonlight from 
the window. I realized it was only a dream. I fell asleep once 
again till morning. As I awoke the first thing I saw was my teddy 
bear which had the biggest grin on his face, even bigger than it 
always was and a sunlit sparkle in his eyes. 

Danny Vernon 
Grade 5 


Once upon a midnight dreary, 

While I pondered weak and weary, 

That stone walls do not a prison make 

Nor iron bars a cage. 

But English exams do form 

A topological coffee cup still warm. 

For duty and honour do call, 

Away from turtle doves and true love tall. 

To study Milton IN MEDIAS RES 

While Satan ponders previous days. 

And I, Ned softly, the poet, write, 

"Apollo in drag," (well, not quite). 

Oh, from harmony, from heavenly harmony, 

The universal frame began. 

But English is discord, and ignorance is not bliss. 

To those who miss. 

Swift's modest proposal 

To use cannibalistic means of disposal. 

A little learning is a dangerous thing, 
Drink deep, for on Monday Kerr will spring. 
And 'twill not go well to be 
Ignorant of Gray's poetry. 
But let not ambition mock useful toil 
Our homely joys and destiny obscure, 
Just because we boil in cooking oil. 
On Monday morn, I'm sure. 


For those who died, 

On fields of dark Hecate's unknown dreams, 

Aries' star rising above the clouds. 

Who keep company with sad Persephone. 

Joining in past song with Agamemnon's ghost. 

Think not of future, nor or present, 

Only the past remains. 

In your withered tresses. 

In your burnished garments. 

Dust sparkling in their tombs of yellowed stone. 

Beloved one's bleached bones lie beside thine 

Stricken in the same hour of fate. 

In self made plains of Aries' whim. 

Enemy or comrade, 

All sucked to the gritty substance. 

Nor do palaces stand 

By your means. 

The sands of the hour glass have taken all, 

But wraiths of time gone past. 

My wandering eyes have beheld 

The son's wonders 

Many multiplied. 

With the same crack of purpose 

Imbedded in their new weapons of Mars. 

Defied and immortalized 

In tombs of your descendants. 

Time makes you but others' memories, 

Fragile yet timeless; 

In your world of Death. 

As new pantheons rise, 

And old are forgotten. 

Andre Czegledy-Nagy 
Grade 1 1 

John Bolitho 
Grade 13 


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The sports car slid up the drive and skidded to a stop in the school's 
parking lot. He slammed the door and walked up the muddy drive. 
Nothing looked different to him. The door creaked open and he walked 
in. All of a sudden a dizzy feeling came upon him. A minute later he woke 
up with a strange feeling creeping up his spine. 

Everything looked different. He saw mysterious and unusual colours 
that he had never seen before. He pushed a button that made a kind of 
platform like an elevator. In a flash he was in front of a large black door 
that said, grade four. He went to open the door but there was no handle. 
He saw a little orange button next to the large black frame. He wondered 
if he should push the orange button. He thought. "What do I have to 
lose? I'll try it." 

All of a sudden the door flew open. He looked in. There was no one in 
sight. A small voice came from the floor. 

"Good morning, Mr. Turvey." 

It sounded like Graham but then he looked down and it was a little 
person that was only knee high. The whole classroom was filled with little 
people resembling the present grade four class. There was Hugh with hi^ 
cello, Alex reading his bible, and David "mole-ing" under his chair. The 
scene looked the same as usual, but why did they look like this? 

The next thing he knew computers rose from their desks and math 
answers came upon the screen. Mr. Turvey was astonished to see his dull 
math students now turned into geniuses. 

All the boys behaved in such a mannerly way, had all their work done, 
spoke so softly, and did not speak unless spoken to. He could not believe 
what he was seeing. 

Was this all a dream? He knew thai things were too good to be real. He 
bumped his head on the edge of the desk as he picked up his fallen pen 
and the next thing he heard was all this commotion, li sounded familiar 
He opened his eyes and saw his usual grade four noisy class in front of 
him. Yes, it must have been a dream. 

Geoffrey Petkovich 

Grade I our 








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The yearbook staff after hours 

As I am writing this, it is two weeks 
after exams and I expect most Georgians 
have long since said good-bye to Toronto. 
However, there are still those of us 
putting the finishing touches on this (so 
called) masterpiece you now hold before 
you. Without exception this year's sur- 
prisingly large Yearbook Staff has been 
competent, diligent and in many cases 
creative. All are worthy of mention: 
Gordon Baird, Hugh Brown, Lester 
Hiraki, the owner of the fastest fingers in 
the east, George Hodjera, Eric Sharf, 
George Borowski, and Mark "write-up" 

Very special credit must be given to 
my co-conspirator, Leonard Bosschart. 
Take it from me, a wild and crazy guy. 
When not occupied as the senior half of 
the editing team, finding lost pages, pics 
and write-ups, he managed to squeeze in 
time for Grade thirteen, (I sure enjoyed 
those business lunches, Leo.) 

Thanks also to Mr. Fulford for being 
there when we needed him, and for 
having the courage (the unaware might 
say lassitude) to give the editors the 
power intrinsic to the position. 1 hope it 
did not go undeserved. 

The invaluable camera club once 
again set new highs during 1980/81 in 

quality AND quantity (as the myriad piles of pictures will attest). The efforts of the dauntless leaders of 
expanding camera club - Mr. Wilson, Miles Rideout, Mr. Fulford - and indeed those of the whole club 
appreciated (we couldn't do it without ya guys!) 

I pose for Vogue. 

the ever- 
are much 


Giles Fox