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The Exeter Times-Advocate, 1973-10-04, Page 19— • • Tbres4A4vocate-,,Qctatter, 4, 19-73. _Page Initiation great for seniors. top of YoUr voice (or so was pretended) could be very em, barrassing? Playing leap-frog from one end of the school to the other is fun (despite all the moans and groans) and it seems to keep the students physically fit, at least. Nearly all students agreed that initiation was great fun, and they seem to be looking forward to it next year. Whether they panged, or were panged, the general outlook was, ",lust wait 'til next year. get somebody then." the second day of this event, the garb was the same for both females and males: a "sports. outfit". The general outfit worn then was a baseball shirt or pants, and maybe even the odd football shirt. The first year students received an all-round treatment from the year 4 and 5 seniors. Would you ever have realized that crawling down the hall,. carrying somebody's books, as well as your own, and singing Old MacDonald or Jingle bells .at, the Whistles cards, bagpipes all part of biology trip A COLOURFUL STUDENT — During the first day of recent initiation activities at South Huron District High School, some grade 9 students were decked out in colorful costumes. Harry Inthout is shown above with facial decorations. T-A photo Runners run through busy activity schedule "beloved" sound. of Mr. Elliott's whistle. Finally, homeward bound the trip was much quieter with only small, but interesting discussions about wooden skates, southern bogs, turkey farms and dike- hoppers. Suddenly the voice of Randy was once more heard throughout the bus as he proceeded to auc- tion off eligible guys. Those with added features went for a much higher price then those without but they all went - all except the auctioneer (who is still eligible by the way.) As the bus drew up to the school everyone stumbled off with the feeling that this had been a weekend they would all remember — a weekend of new plants, new animals, new friends and new bruises. SENIOR SYMPATHIZERS — During initiation days at South Huron District High School recently, the grade nine students received sym- pathy from some older students. Shown above as grade 13 sym- pathizers are Cathy Read, Pat Faber and Cathy Knight. T-A photo By ZELDA INTHOUT (a senior) Initiation Days have come and gone for yet another year. On the whole, everybody had a great time, even the grade nines. Initiation was a riot this year. Everywhere pne looked, there were signs of it in progress. The antics thought up by this year's grade 12's and 12's were mar- vellous and very original, Seeing a young lad pushing a penny up a staircase bannister is very interesting, but seeing a girl propose to a boy in the middle of the hall, with everyone watching is even more hilarious. (especially when she hates him and tells him so.) Magic markers seemed to be the in thing this year in face adornments. Some kids had either freckles, or stripes, and you had to look very closely to see if you could see any flesh color be neath The costumes this year were great, and it was fairly easy to see that the kids enjoyed it as much as the rest of the students. On the first day, South Huron was filled with memories from the '505, Red lipstick, long skirts, white socks, pony tails and red nail polish adorned the feminine students; greasy hair, pointed shoes, and straight pants clothed the masculine students. The girls' long skirts kept their knees from getting all banged up, as they crawled down the hall. On Then there were others! By KATHY deJONG Attractive girls, enthusiastic runners, devoted camera hounds, nature hikers, and concerned conservationists, have all been revelling in the week's past ac- tivities. Yes, its time for cheeleader tryouts again, this year. For the past week, 'interested "spec-' tators" have appreciatively been observing and speculating which of those enthusiastic, hard working good-looking girls will become the South Huron cheerleaders. For other athletes however, including the runners on this year's cross-country team, the time for speculation is over, as CARL MILLS don't know how to play on the Water!!" "No! I Smoke By those who were there Friday morning a group of 41 rambunctious biology students fought their way onto a bright yellow school bus, crawling over, under and around stacks of sleeping bags, duffle bags and knapsacks. This was to be their major means of transportation for the next three days and ap- proximately 500 miles of ex- ploring, examining and discovering the Bruce Peninsula, After they had all literally "settled" into their seats, whether they be cushioned, padded or otherwise, Mr. Vince Elliott gave the word and they were off. As they rolled down the highway their card games, sing- songs and even the occasional wrestlingmatch were interrupted from time to time for a lecture on the geography of the area by Mr, Mills. The trip continued mile after mile as they went further into the north country4When they finally stopped to *gas up the bus and quench their thirsts many of them bought groceries, some enough to last the whole week- end. The last leg of the journey was spent munching on donuts, cheese, potato chips and other goodies and also clapping and stomping to the great beat of "Turkey in the Straw," played by Mr. Elliott on his harmonica. Just when they thought they'd never see the end of the line, the bus slowed to a stop in front of Mr. Elliott's cottage — home for the weekend (at least for the girls). After the girls finally got their gear unloaded, the bus carried the boys another quarter-mile to the town community centre - their home for the weekend. A quick lunch and once more they loaded up the bus for a trip into the floating bogs of Ira Lake. The next hours were spent looking at plants, catching frogs and snakes and tasting tamarac. (from a grade 9 viewpoint) How would you feel if you got up at 7:30 on what you thought would be a normal Thursday or Friday morning (Hurray, the weekend is almost here, etc) only to realize that it was to be a far from normal day? This is how the grade nine students felt the morning they had to face the prospects of initiation day at SHAHS recently. Run around madly digging out one of mother's old skirts, which had to be worn at least six inches below the knee. Find an elastic and hope that your hair was long enought to put in a pony tail. Find an old pair of white bobby socks; don your saddle shoes and the time for hard work is in full swing. Since cross-country meets are scheduled to begin in the very near future, the runners have been covering their distance along the "scenic route" every night. Interest in preserving the scenery has led the concerned members of the conservation club to hold more informative meetings during the past week. The outers too, have been "out" to more meetings recently, and plan to do some rock climbing with the aid of some new equipment granted to them by the student council. The photography club, which works in conjunction with the 'Inkspof , has also held several meetings recently, so smile - you maybe the target of a loaded camera ! If biology is your bag (or should I say knapsack?), and year 5 is your level, you will no doubt be aware of the two recent biology excursions to Stokes Bay in the Bruce Peninsula. The par- ticipants in these excursions of learning and fun would like to extend their appreciation to all who made the trips possible. Body talk says it all :ffircof + + + New teacher tackles SH floor with your nose. When all you want to do is melt into a sea of anonymity, some other enterprising talent scout says you have been chosen to participate in Tiny Talent Time - and he wants you to practice right there in the hall, at the top of your voice, with such old favorites as Jingle Bells. You finally make it through one day, and then you realize there is still another day to go. Save Us . . .! But the second day isn't quite as bad. For one thing, there aren't as many seniors around. The costumes, your favorite sports outfit, isn't quite as hard to come by, or quite as em- barrassing to wear. And although there are a few interesting activities up the sieeveS, of' the 'seniors, such as playing leaPfrog down the halls, or running around the track a few times, you have become a little more accustomed to it, and know that it will soon all be over. Was it worth all the red faces, the pangs and everything else? Sure it was. Now you really feel "welcomed" to the school. But the thing that kept you going was the thought that next year, it will be someone else's turn. evaluate the total "Nancy Drew from the 1950's image". For the guys, it was forget about your new hair style, throw away the new men's hair spray, and plaster on gobs of greasy kids stuff. White socks, short tight pants, sleeveless T-shirts and you were ready to compete with any fashions of the early 50's as was required by the seniors for initiation day. Then you had to get to the school - one of the worst parts. If you're lucky, you get a ride. If you're not so lucky, you have to endure the smothered laugh of the bus driver and other students as you board the bus. Or worse you have to walk the streets of Exeter to reach the haven of the sacred halls. Some haven! You no sooner walk in the do9r,than some arptug looking senior is waiting for you to carry his or her books, or clean out a locker - as if your own wasn't bad enough. PANG. Just when you thought you might escape to your home room another senior is standing in front of you holding a penny. No, it's not a tip for services rendered. He thinks you should transport that penny down the hall for him. What's more, you should have to push it along the „Belong to a club which would 'like to be covered in the Guar- dian? If so, please contact Kathy deJong, or leave the information in the Guardian mail box in the ,main office. First dance big success *P' The straight goods Pollution nothing new By DEB HILLMAN For those of you who were wondering what is going on in Theatre Arts class, here it is. We are learning to become aware of ourselves. By using our bodies we express what we feel. Our minds are also kept busy, f or creativity is very important in this class along with con- centration. We must learn to be free from inhibitions and to view what we do with an open mind. Do not be surprised if you should walk by the classroom and see everyone melting like candles or bicycling in the air. This is all part of Theatre Arts. For the next while we will be doing voice exercises so please disregard the screams, and strange noises. They are part of the section. The first Shakespearean play — "Othello" is October 11. Don't miss it! If you wish to go to Theatre London don't forget to purchase tickets from Mrs. Quigley. Ondine, the first production is on October 24 and should prove to be all it is expected to be — fantastic! Council outlines rules for dance One of the highlights of high school life doesn't have any thing to do with school, It is the dances and all the other extracurricular activities planned for the students, by the students. This year the student council hopes to plan a good Variety of dances for the student population. but in order to protect the students and their dances from possible cancellation, a few rules must be observed. We hope everyone will cooperate to see that the following rules and regulations are observed, and if necessary, enforced: Smoking will only be permitted in cafeteria (Not in the hall nor the gym). There will be no drinking in the school or on school premises (either in parking lot or school). All alcohol will be confiscated by prefects. All non-students must be signed in by a student of South Huron. The student must be the opposite sex of the visitor. A student from another school will be admitted with student card. All people attending dance must obey prefects, student council executives as well as chaperons. Certain people, (non-students) are not allowed into the dance. Please check list before signing anyone in, for he or she will not be admitted on night of dance or concert. Visitors or guests must be signed in by 4.00 p.m. on the day of the dance or concert. The less trouble you cause, the more frequent we can have good dances and concerts. The first dance of the year held September 21 was a great success and a good crowd was out to hear 'Leigh Ashford.' The student council was pleased with the behaviour of students and treasurer Tony Kyle reported that after covering all expenses, a total profit of $391 was collected. Tomorrow night (Friday) the first "Sadie Hawkins" dance will be held. This is simply a dance which reverses tradition by having the girl ask the boy out. Naturally she covers the ex- pense of paying admission. The group which will be featured at this dance is "Vehicle." This seven-piece band has a brass section. Several people who heard them play at Fanshawe College in London recently said they were very good and worth hearing. The dance starts at 9 o'clock. Group B on duty as prefects. A teacher's 23rd psalm Buy a yearbook and you'll have those fond memories for a life time. By TERESA ONDREJICKA Many new faces have appeared at S.H.D.H.S. this year, some of which are teachers. In the next couple of weeks we would in- troduce you to them through this column. Teaching mass media, developmental reading and English 140 is Richard Graham. This is not only his first year at S.H.D.H.S., but his first year teaching. Before attending the Univer- sity of Western Ontario he gave private music lessons. Mr. Graham has mastered the trumpet. His major during university was sociolology. This year he intends to counsel his home form grade nine class and a few grade 10 classes. When asked his opinion on Exeter, Mr. Graham told us he enjoys the town atmosphere found here. His parents have recently moved to Exeter. Born and raised in London, Mr. Graham finds it a change. At present he and his wife reside in London. He said he feels positive about the students of S.H.D.H.S, He feels they are both co-operative and polite, While talking with Mr, Graham, it was interesting to learn that he is a confirmed believer in equal job opportunities for women. WARNING: Parking lot will be patrolled twice a night for alcohol! Vice President Student Council Dennis Doidge gaining lots of points, Best defensive player was Jane van Roestel and Randy Dietrich took the best tackler award, After the game they all grooved over to Copper Kettle where some of the boys suffered a severe beating by Tricky Turkey, Sharpshooting Shelly and The Winsconsin Kid at the pool table. When the "local boys" came in and took over the shuffleboard and pin ball machine they decided to leave. Returning to the cottage and hall many kids literally lost their shirts, shoes and hats playing cards while other kids scubbed the hall floor and some of the sweet little girls became even sweeter. Everyone finally crawled to bed and passed out from sheer exhaustion. Saturday morning, bright and early at 6:45 the girls groped (but Linda limped) their way around the cottage preparing for another day of adventures. Meanwhile back at the community centre the boys were still playing cards and Mr. Probizanski was just changing out of his green-striped Pyjamas. After a hearty breakfast and some coffee Mr. Elliott gave a toot of his whistle and once more they boarded for another day in the wild country. The bus rolled into Cyprus Lake Provincial Park where we followed the Bruce Trail along the shoreline of Georgian Bay, exploring caves and listening for the toot of Mr. Elliott's whistle.The scenery was tremendous as they all surveyed the area from their high vantage points. Following lunch, another ex- pedition went down to the shoreline of Georgian Bay where they examined a huge "flower pot" rock formation. Many tried their hand at mountain climbing and target practice. Then once more through the woods where Mr. Mills led them to an un- derground cave which the students, under the brave leadership of "fearless Ed," explored.•-• • Later Mr.. 'Elliottguided ihrier excursion around Dorcas Bay. A turkey supper and plenty of cream pies was the basis of a regular battle in one corner of the room. The highlight of a surprise visit by Mr. Wooden was a card game during which the guys got revenge . . . Once more everyone returned to Copper Kettle and later to a roaring campfire after which everyone promptly retired ( although not necessarily to the cottage.) In the wee hours of the morning the roar of a straining Volkswagen was heard throughout Stokes Bay as Mr. Mills and Mr. Elliott tried to sneak unnoticed back to the cottage. Sunday morning,even after the previous day's activities everyone caught their second wind and crawled over, under and through Greg's caves. Size made no difference when crawling through the crevices. Even the skinniest got stuck. The kids made several new findings but Mr. Probizanski came first with an unique discovery. After careful examination he labelled his find, "The Kissum Twosum." After a brief stop along the road to examine two rare ferns and several types of moss, they continued their journey to Sable Falls. Everyone donned rubber boots for a final stop at Walker's Woods, everyone that is except Henry who longed to feel the ooze of mud between his toes. As they tripped on through the woods, everyone perked up at the That monster is my student, He shall not pass (unfortunately) He maketh my head ache, Ile destroyeth my confidence in the human race, He turneth my hair grey, He maketh such noise and leadeth me to the paths of destruction, Yea, though I try to pound some sense into him, he Still fooleth around For he hath forgotten his homework (again and again) His face is a blank wall before me, He is a continual problem, He filleth his notebook with garbage, His energy runneth over, Surely, he and his kind shall follow me all the days of my Career, And I shall dwell on the verge of a nervous breakdown forever. When you're rid and gray And you're passing the minutes away l3ring out your yearbook And take a good look At the faces of younger days Faded and gone their ways Buy a yearbook for always, Look around and you'll see for the most part cement. Sidewalks, buildings, and roads! Everything is gone concrete. Our parks are getting smaller every year. Even whets left of them doesn't look like much once your average citizen has been there, Litter of any description can be found anywhere. Pop bottles, cans, candy wrappers, and numerous other junk isn't very hard to find these days. I bet you've never really noticed the things I just men- tioned and if you did I bet you've never really thought about them. It just doesn't make any sense. Can't we see we're destroying ourselves? We're using our natural resources like there was no tomorrow and believe me if we don't soon do something about it there won't be any tomorrow. You can stand on your heads and blame the big companies like everyone else does. They are by no means innocent bystanders but for that matter neither is the public. We've got to clean this mess up somehow so for heavens sake give in and do something. We've had too much talking that's never been backed up by any action. The next time you come out of the Derby Dip use the garbage cans, That's what they're for. You only have two ears so don't try to listen to the T.V. and radio at the same time, There's no sense in having every light in the house on. You can only be hi one room at once. Next time you see a piece of garbage on the street pick it, up, and the nett time you find you're short On milk take a walk to the Store. The fresh Air Will do you good. You may frown at this and think its not very much in solving such a large problem but remember every little bit counts — no matter how big or how small! By TERESA. ONDREJICKA The problem of pollution didn't arise today or yesterday or even the day before. No, pollution has been around as long as anyone can remember but today it has reached its maximum in danger. Just as the polar bear has almost become extinct, man is heading in the same direction if we do not start conserving our precious resources. Have you noticed tha t our air is not as clean as it could be, that our water is not as blue as it should be, and that our land is slowly diminishing in size? The last is the problem of noise. We can enter any given city and come out half deaf plagued by the honking of horns and the roaring of motors. It's not hard for people to realize that these problems exist; it just seems hard for anyone to do anything about them. After all, who wants to sacrifice all the added extras that you really don't need. For example is it really necessary to have the T.V. on in one room, the radio on in another, and the stereo going full blast in the basement? Or do we really need all those lights on for half the night? How about the electric toothbrushes, and curlers-could you live without them? The answer is yes we could, but we are brought up in this world to take them for granted and not for what they really are, a few added luxuries. Now take the air for instance. With all those cars on the road what could anyone expect. Is it all that necessary to drive down to the corner store on a niee day when the walk would probably do you more good than. harm. Or even those cigarettes, They all add up, Have you ever noticed that its becoming very hard to look at our land as it really is, What's left of it is very Birthed in quantity. BRIAN PROBIZANSKI "What d'ya mean I lose??" As they continued to bounce along they found themselves walking deeper and deeper into a forest, Right in the centre of the woods they broke into groups and were told to follow the sun back to the bus, "parked somewhere out there." Just when they thought they'd never see the bus again the clear notes of "The Highland Fling" rang through the air. Stumbling on in the direction of the music they realized it meant they were hot on the trail of a set of bagpipes which meant they'd find Mr. Mills and finally the bus. A few commandos got to the road and rather than walk to the bus they simply barricaded the road and when the bus came over the rise and slowed down they jumped from their hiding places in the ditch and ambushed it, With everyone on board again they headed for another floating bog . „ this one much shallower than the first as a small group soon found out when they tried to race from one side of the bog to the other, only to find themselves up to their waists in mud, The only way to wash the mud off was to swim in the bay and once they were in they 'thought they might as well get as many of the group to join them as possible arid some did — many willingly, most forcibly, For the last time everyone paddled on board again for a wild ride back to camp, flying over hills, around hands, and almost through a couple of cars with you- know-who at the Wheel. After a delicious supper the girls challenged the boys to a game of "football" 3? Mr, Elliott refereed this game which' was Very dose with both teams PENNY PUSHERS — The above was a common sight in SHDHS halls recently during grade 9 initiation ac- tivities. Above Lawrence Kellett, Tracy Turner and Brenda Pepper prepare to make their way down the hall, pushing a penny with their noses at the order of a senior student, T-A photo VINCE ELLIOTt "O.K. kids now pay d1teri- fiord"