Torontonensis, 1963
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R'H'eweT ;t Digitized by the Internet Archive in 2012 with funding from University of Toronto http://archive.org/details/torontonensis65univ 1H 1965 ISpsis R HEWETT ^sisNbiSIS this is varsity Page 2 the back campus Page 3 Page 4 Page 5 soldiers tower Page 6 homecoming '64 Page 7 Page 8 Page 9 emmanuel college soldiers tower by night Page this first section of the yearbook has been published in advance to introduce torontonensis '65 to the students of the university. we wish to acknowledge our special thanks to mr. j. evans of the university alumni association for his assistance in helping us obtain most of the colour photographs used in this section. N ENS IS TORONTO contents torontonensis staff 15 photo essay "seven portraits" by sim posen 21 students administrative council 29 literary and art 37 hart house 68 sports 86 photo essay "fire escapes" by penny hewett activities 110 photo essay "windows" by a. a. jones 149 features 153 varsity 166 graduates 175 Page 13 'True patriotism does not ex- clude an understanding of the patriotism of others." Elizabeth II, Quebec, October, 1964. It is to this hope for a united Canada that we dedicate Torontonensis, J 965. British Information Service Page 14 torontonensis co-editors L. Hamilton N. J. Scott Page 15 torontonensis staff Gary Ross Kathy Watson Larry Thibideau Business Editor Activities Editor Graduates Editor Poge 16 torontonensis staff Wayne Shimada Clare Chu Jeannie Wyatt Photography Editor Literary and Art Graduates Page 1 7 torontonensis staff Gay Tugwell Ruth Essery Bill Rees Graduates Graduates Photography Poge 18 torontonensis staff Frank Tan PatMcDermott Krista Riko Features Activities Activities Page 19 torontonensis staff Kersti Wain Literary and Art Susan Corben Literary and Art Susan Lefebvre Features Janet Gusen Graduates Lorraine Dent Graduates Sim Posen Special Photography Pauline Nicholl Features Joanne Norwood Activities Sheila Ives Activities Penny Hewett Photography and Art Kit Doan Photography A. Salter Photography Page 20 seven portraits a photo essay by sim posen Page 22 m tmmmmmm?*9mim Page 23 Page 24 Page 25 Pocie26 Page 27 student's administration council John Roberts — President Diana Bennett— Vice-President Vince Kelly — Speaker Page 29 Stan Adelman — New College Mary Brewin — St. Hilda's Publications Commissioner Perry Bender — Dentistry Nancy Caldecott Page 30 John Crowhurst— Architecture Carole Young — St. Michael's Anna-Beth Doyle — Victoria John Evans Page 31 Tom Forgrave — Emmanuel Carol Kent - P. & O. T. Lyn Hamilton — Torontonensis Kevin Keough — St. Mike's *_ Page 32 Mary Main — School of Social Work Don Rogers — U.C. Marianne Mamula — Music D. Rudd — Food Science Mike Schwarts — Medicine Tim Smith — Victoria John Scott — Torontonensis Heather Spence — Nursing Page 34 Brian Switzman — Innis Ben Thompson — Pharmacy Our special thanks to Christopher Smith Studios, 95 Bloor Street fortheirassistance in preparing this section. Page 35 blue and white society Page 36 poetica Joan Ormerod Page 37 ghost tree Hlldegard Nabbc Page 38 sun maid A lady sifting behind me dropped a rolling raisin onto my seat. I wanted to turn around and say you dropped something ma'am with a gallant southernflourish as if returning her her longlost beauty out of a delicate sense of conspiracy but she would have misunderstood and thought me rude, glimpse of beard and bongoes, my sunglassed smile a leer and my mannermocking query a smallpetty sarcasm to sentence her guilty for nothing more weightly than one single raisin so i did not do it my gesture died in my nerves and i only rolled the raisin in my fingertips and threw it to the floor. Murry Reiss Page 39 ^ Hi Mary Ann Edgar Po 1" on first impression You 're long and sleek and shiny Like a new Rolls Royce Or the cat across thestreetwith the long bushy tail. She liked to rub her back against my leg And scrape her ears along my inert fingers; But if I dare to show my own desire And stroke her back, she arches it and moves Away to rub her back against my leg. She's clever. She can track and kill a mouse or skunk Without so much as cause a ruffle In her shiny coat, or change of odour Of her well-groomed, long, black, bushy tail. Too bad She can 't accept the love Ofthose who would caress her curious ears And stroke the sleekness of her shiny back. She's long and black and shiny Like a new Rolls Royce, And can 't be touched. Dave Burman Page 41 variations on a theme of dizzy bach Jasmine jazzland I am in; Christ its crazy red cathedrals are cold and not so crazy greenland, and chapels cooler where and organs not electric punny polar bears swing on ice human, and bare their souLs to me but windy shivers prickle and sec me, all for the love of a down the crampness girl of my spine; king of the cold wastes. Cold blasts Three dark days coolly fasting on Airy notes musk ox, trumpet shell Lust Four cool nights darkly slowing lost in my spire crawly to a snail . with ten- ton bells I'm dizzy, would crush my sacristan most Gillespie high To death if at all they fell and cool, too cool- I'm burning, Bach! so wail me jazzy and yearning fohann, jazzman wail organ-meister, or else I burn it's cool, too cool; in church-cold fire. To heaven, most holy, great I'm cold melodious, and purple fish I'm old, Thclonius: While Charlie plays the vibes too old for Black Mass, on my aching backbone. too young for God. Alastair Sweeny Page 42 by John Scott preface to a lesson / have stopped counting strangers; their numbers fail to convince me. In parks, the old men groan to their watches, and a child's laughter is the harshest. There are always the old in parks, spitting by fountains with age, not ignorance, and there is always the grating laughter of children. A woman hurries along a late-night street. The manshepasses had long before refused to look into the half dreamed panic of her face. He marches to his door, trying not to re- member so much. amor fratis No one is mad. Each has his own degree of sanity. My brother is craftsman The only place left to us is love. of known consummation in carving himself. From the wood our mother gave him, he has cut away the bark as unnecessary and smoothed the grain of k>iots. so that he now stands uniform with the marks of his knife in vertical, parallel lines, enclosing him as a cage, a coffin so finely formed, that it has no need of nails. Page 43 the sun fell kaari kullango Page 44 the Waterloo road We were on the Waterloo road. And, seeking some topic Of conversation that would Pass the time and yet Not offend, We talked of the conformists there And scorned them. Tom Wiley Page 45 poems for Justine Great winds are not the flapping of wings Not even of the biggest birds together No matter how they try. Great winds are someone Not loving someone And the unloved going mad because And tearing up trees. I would kneel temple sandelled still Only your flesh, with all the bones away To playing rhythms on my thighs Loves me to dance, Weave in and out where bones should be Acting civilized And holding you proud noiselessly. And I would, off with my boots of pride Enter and be still, Only your flesh Loves me to dance Weave in and out. T. A. Lozar Page 46 It is an explanation I would give Curious minds, if curious minds inquired And did not torture with presumption. She has invited others to herself Because her heart has grown more this moment Than yours and mine will ever Put together and puffing to swell, and Because I in her would only a corner fill Bowing, the iris of her eye at most Standing, if I dared, her heart Only if I brought a Friend to grow me. I have touched and kissed your smile That others have but seen and smiled at in return And I have seen you smile my name While others only heard you saying theirs. And 0, they are not quite the same Merely hearing one's name said And seeing it smiled, Seeing a smile And putting ten trembling fingers on it. — T. A. Lozar Page 47 birds by John scott Page 48 love makes the world grow smaller Whenever I think ofyon, The ground under my shoe Turns into pudding. Th e p ro of of the pu dding, Is in the eating, That is why The world's decreasing. — John Barta Page 49 1 I" lament Linda M. Pegoraro Page 50 s uza ne fo rga ng You being a package ofsome note, And wrapped accordingly, And I having Christmas always in my heart, Were I to unwrap you It would be sinful and therefore fun, But finding out what's inside being most important I shall spend my life shaking you, And listening carefully. — John Lye Page 51 Ruth Kosinec 1\ «"« I ! Trio — Mary Edgar mm?:m% ^ix^ ,^>Si.> :'> the black revolution When did it start? Or where? Was it in the heart Of one black man — or ofa thousand — Simultaneously? Was it born on a day when the sun, Too exhausted to push the angry clouds aside, Leaned back on his ancient laurels and scowled Indignantly? One this is sure — it grew. It grew As does the voice ofthe sea pounding on the shore As the tide advances.