Well, another month has passed and it finally looks like winter is behind us - but not without a couple of bad April storms. I put my summer tires on about one week early and almost put away my winter boots, salt, snow shovel and plow. In this case it looks like procrastination paid off. 

Curling wrapped up on April 15 and we had our first golf meeting on the same day. Snow was still on the course and but the club manager thinks we will be able to play by May 1. He is the eternal optimist and I'm betting against it.

I would like to thank all of you who took time to respond to the 2020 Reunion survey. Based on your answers we are going ahead with plans for the event. For many of us on the planning committee it will undoubtedly be the last time we are involved in that capacity. We need some new blood to sit on the board of directors and to work on future reunions. Anyone out there who wants to step up and help just let me know.

Speaking of help, articles and photos for the newsletter are desperately needed. Take a few minutes, dig up some photos and/or write a small article. Some of you must have had some interesting adventures, like sky diving , bungee jumping, white water rafting, climbing Mount Kilimanjaro or a memorable cruise that ended in disaster with an outbreak of the Norwalk virus. I'll take them all.

On a final note, Angus set me a collection of jokes that he thought i could use. I reviewed them and thought to myself "these are a little more risque than the one he previously censored". So, I included the one sent to me by Jim Baxter that Angus originally nixed. Let me know if you think I've crossed the line  so I can tone it down in future. If everyone is okay with it, I'll include a few of those that Angus sent to me. (It is hard establishing a red line these days when one considers what the President of the US tweets.)

Harvey Carter

Life Member - C'60 - Editor, Alumni Connection

Welcome New Alumni Association Members and renewed Members

New Member
Frank Hayes
Class of 1963
from - Fredericton, NB

New Member
James Forbes
Class of 1979
from - St. Lambert, QC

Renewed Membership
John Green
Class of 1953
from St. Lambert, QC

Renewed Membership
Peter Johnston
Class of 1970
from - unknown

No Photo Available

Renewed Membership
Tom McNeilly
Class of 1960
from - Lethbridge, AB

Renewed Membership
Suzanne Green (Walker)
Class of 1952
from St. Lambert

Renewed Membership
Doug Smith
Class of 1965
from Greenfield Park, QC

Memberships expiring in May

Millington  (Cobb) Geri (Geraldine)  1959
Charlton Robert 1963
Molson (Rowe) Diane 1960
Greene Stan 1960

Memberships expiring in June

Frances Hampson (Roach)  1943
Cynthia Seath   1972

ALUMNI COMMENTS

Still hanging in there. Rented a hospital bed which makes bed rest much more comfortable, able to read in bed, watch TV at better angle, and sleep better.

My grandson graduates from as a Marine Engineering Officer on June 1st. from Canadian Coast Guard College in Sydney, NS. Hoping I have enough strength to be able to attend some of the ceremonies.

Harvey is doing a great job taking over the newsletter but really does need your input.

Angus Cross

C'60 Life Member, from Halifax, NS

May Photo Gallery

 

The picture above was sent in by Kaye Banham (Alexander) class of 1957. It was a group celebration at Kanawaki Golf Club of 80th birthdays for, from the left:

Don Alexander - Class of 1955, Mike Barber - class of 1955, Ken Souter - class of 1956 and Ray Banham - class of 1956.

Simply amazing, they don't look a day over 79. Just kidding, we should all aspire to look as happy and healthy at that age.. And just to be clear, their birthdays were not all on the same day, they just all made it to 80 in the same year.

Here are some pics from their younger days. I could not find Ray Banham's year book photo, he must have been playing hooky the day they were taken

 

Below are some photos sent to me by Sheila McPhee (Kerr) - class of 1953

 1950-51 St. Lambert High Basketball Champs

Top row left to right:  unknown, Joan Wood, Grace Gillespie

Middle row left to right:  unknown, Sheila Kerr, Barbara Baker

Bottom row left to right: Lorna King, Janet McWha, Jocelyn Kerr

 

Below is either a Grade 1 or Kindergarten picture, 1937 or 1938. The only person identified is Peter Kerr, middle of the top row.

Do you recognize anyone else?

 

No date or class year was given for the photo below, but to me it looks like grade 7 or 8. Can anyone help?

Left to right:

Top row: unknown, unknown, Edward ?, unknown, Terry Tomalty, unknown, unknown, Seaforth Lyle

Second row: Mrs Waddle, unknown, Sheila Kerr, unknown, Inge Rasmussen, unknown, unknown, Colette Desrosiers, unknown

Third row. Doris Heisner, unknown, Joan Carter, Beverly Pascoe, Dorothy Hadden, Lorna McIndoe

Bottom row: unknown, unknown, Bryce Weir, Bill Brown

Does anyone recognize the girls below?

Top row:            unknown, Barbara Duhan?, unknown

Middle row:        unknown, unknown, Dale Morrison

Bottom row:      unknown, Margaret Duhan, Shirley Burnett

Scotyz Pub - What's in a Name 

 

Legend has it that the genesis for the name goes back to Quebec’s Bill 101 and the language police.  Signs have to be French and any English on signs had to be in smaller letters than the French. If you recall Eaton’s became Eaton and Simpson’s became Simpson and so on for any establishment that contained an apostrophe in their signs.

That being the case, Scoty’s could not be used, it would have to be Scoty, something the owners did not want to consider. To stay within the law they came up with Scotyz, which is pronounced the same as Scoty’s but doesn’t use the dreaded apostrophe.

Scotyz is supposedly styled along the lines of an English pub, featuring dart boards, a small stage for bands and a kitchen which produces inexpensive meals (fish & chips being among the most popular). This in not gourmet dining by any means but no one gets sick even though I think they are a little generous with the MSG  And, of course, they have many different kinds of beer on tap at reasonable prices. They hold trivia nights, feature regular bands from time to time and karaoke on Friday nights. I actually went once to see a friend of a friend of my wife – never again! During the golf season they make deals with clubs in the area. You can get reduced rates on green fees and finish off your day with a spaghetti supper at Scotyz. If you want steak it is $5.00 extra.

They also have 10 Video lottery terminals and enough gamblers in the area to ensure a good income. Apparently the profit from the machines covers their overhead allowing them to keep prices for meals and drinks low.

It has been a haven for the south shore English community for a long time, especially the Greenfield Park crowd. Our once a week lunch tradition started about 15 years ago. During the summer we go on Thursdays to avoid golf conflicts and during the winters either Wednesday or Thursday depending on curling commitments. We start off with a pitcher of Sleeman’s Cream Ale and will take a refill or two before lunch is over. Discussions revolve around politics, sports, money, medical conditions and just about any other current topic.

Just a brief update on George Mitev. He held his downsizing, get rid of junk garage sale last month but had many items left over including hundreds of CD’s, vinyl records and equipment that he was going to have to give away to strangers. He offered them to his friends, me included, but none of us really wanted anything – what were we going to do with it. He did, however, give me a brand new folding canvas chair which I can use at the beach on Lake Huron this summer.

The interior Scotyz picture below shows, on the left, George Mitev (class of 1965) and Dave Saunders (class of 1964). 

Something New In St. Lambert

Two summers ago St. Lambert started work on the city's  first traffic circle or round about. The intersection of Riverside Drive and Simard Blvd. was a mess for about six months and the finishing touches had to be completed the following year.

I was not convinced a traffic circle was needed or appropriate for that location and was especially skeptical on how notoriously aggressive Quebec drivers would handle it. Well, I have to say I was pleasantly surprised, it works very well and after a few weeks drivers had adapted to the right of way rules. In the beginning there were several minor fender benders and occasionally we still get some kamikaze drivers who bully their way through. I use the circle almost every day and appreciate the absence of a traffic light.

Just after the round about was finished I was heading east along Marie Victorin (Riverside Drive on the other side of Simard) when I first noticed this illuminated traffic sign.  I gotta tell you if I didn't know the circle was there I would have been very confused. Someone surely got big bucks to design and build it. The green and white sign about 50 meters before the confusing arrows is a little simpler and easier to understand.

A Story and Happy Easter Message from Stephen Campbell

This article was passed on to me by Angus who thought it would be a great addition for the Newsletter. Although Easter has come and gone, the sentiment is still relevant and the Happy Easter greeting just a few days late. I am also happy to report that  Stephen has agreed to write for the Newsletter in future months. Apparently he has a treasure trove of articles stored away on his computer - I'm looking forward to reading them. HEC

I went to Chambly County High School in St. Lambert from 1969 to 1973. The way that home room classes were assembled in those days was by the first letter of your Family name. My Family name being Campbell most of the students in my home room also had last names beginning with “C”. I lived in Brossard at the time and going to CCHS meant that there was a learning curve to contend with and also a bit of an identity crisis. A lot of the students in CCHS had gone to Elementary school together in St. Lambert and their families all knew each other and even the teachers knew students’ families outside of school. My bus travelled through Brossard and Brosseau (almost in Laprairie) and often was the last bus to arrive at school. I had attended Preville Elementary school in Preville (before it became St. Lambert) and my classmates were scattered all through the different rooms in CCHS. After the first few days of sitting amongst strangers every morning the guy that ended up sitting in front of me turned, reached out his hand to shake mine and said,” Hi. I’m Bob Carpenter. Let’s be Friends.”

That began a relationship that changed my life. Eventually all of the students merged into one uniform group that really liked being around each other and really enjoyed one another’s company. Bob introduced me to scoundrels like John Kyle, Alan Blackstock, Jim Palmer and Rodney Norman just to mention a few. Those friendships became legendary in my opinion because the friends that I made way back in High School are still friends today…Best Friends to be exact…Family to be precise.

In 1971 Bob Carpenter’s parents invited me to spend Easter Weekend with them at their cottage. The cottage was situated way off of Highway 148 just outside Pine Hill near a small body of water called Indian Lake. We arrived in pitch dark and barely found where the road to the cottage was supposed to be. After a few hundred yards Mr. Carpenter parked the car up against a snowbank blocking the road. “We have to bring everything else up to the cottage from here by hand.” He announced and the pulling and hauling began. Luckily there was a sled at the cottage and the second and third trips were made easier by using the sled like a barge. By the time Bob and I had finished unloading the car Mrs. Carpenter had a fire lit in the fieldstone fireplace and something warming up on the gas stove. Hot chocolate and cinnamon buns were in order and the first night was warm and cozy and completely perfect.

As anyone who has a cottage knows the first winter night in a cottage is both Heaven and Hell. It is Heavenly to be up in the woods but everything is so frozen it is Hell to find anywhere to sit or sleep until the place thaws out. The first night we all camped out in front of the fireplace slept watching the coals glow and the smell of maple logs turn into ash. The next morning I woke up at the same time as Mrs. Carpenter. I had some toast made from fresh bread that had been purchased on the trip up from St. Lambert the night before along with a bottomless cup of coffee. My Family hailed from the bay of Chaleurs and we visited that region as often as we could (two or three times a year). My job around our families’ farms was to chop wood and kindling and keep fires going wherever they were lit. People on “The Coast” were not fond of fireplaces in those days as fireplaces were considered extravagant and a luxury not to mention a waste of perfectly good firewood. I offered to go and split firewood and kindling while breakfast was being made and Mrs. Carpenter definitely did not say no.

When Mr. Carpenter and Bob woke up there was a stack of wood beside the fireplace and an old drum filled with kindling not far from that. By then I had started piling split wood outside on the front porch when Mr. Carpenter stuck his head out of the side door and said,” Stephen. You have a standing invitation to come back here any time you want.” Little did I realize that this would become a daily ritual. Mrs. Carpenter would get up and I would be right behind her going down the steep staircase and when things got really busy Bob and his father would show up. By the way, by now we had all moved upstairs to the second story where the bedrooms were located. There were three huge rooms and the one that Bob and I occupied had a charming eyebrow window in it that sat squarely between two single beds. If those walls could only talk they would tell the world that all of the problems of the entire world had been solved during the previous night and the theory of relativity was about to be re-examined the following night. On the third night Bob and I intended to solve the problems of the entire Universe if we had enough cigarettes to last us that long.

During the evenings Mr. Carpenter would turn on an old Bakelite radio and listen to music that reminded me of songs that I had heard my own parents listen to. The music was smooth and relaxing and unobtrusive and laid on the air like smoke form a distant fire. Like all cottages at the time there was a table with drawers and shelves built on to it. From those drawers came the entertainment for the evening. Sometimes it was MONOPOLY and another time it was THE GAME OF LIFE. There was one game that Mr. Carpenter was especially fond of named STOCK TICKER. I had not seen this game before or since but that became the game of choice for the Easter Weekend. Just like marathon MONOPOLY games the rules were that when the game was stopped when we went to bed it had to remain untouched until we began to play the game again. That weekend has remained with me all of these years and has aged in the cellars of my memory like a fine single malt whiskey.

As I said, Bob and I were smoking at the time and we did eventually run out of cigarettes. We hiked through the woods and on to a private road leading to some other cottages and about halfway up a steep hill we found a Depanneur. We had actually gone to the store to buy milk and eggs and butter for Mrs. Carpenter but replenished our stash of cigarettes at the same time. The problem was not that we were not supposed to be smoking; the problem was how much we were smoking and we didn’t really want to share that ugly little detail with the adults. After all…the Universe was depending on us to solve its problems…remember?

Coming back into the cottage Mrs. Carpenter took all of the groceries that we had bought for her and began to make breakfast. She looked at me and said, ”Have you ever had French Toast?” I admitted that I had never had the privilege and she said,” Don’t worry. You’re going to love it. Everybody loves my French toast don’t they Bob?” Bob nodded yes and we sat at the table and waited with Mr. Carpenter for breakfast to be served. You know how they say that you always remember your first? O.K……they were not talking about French toast but I think that I have never tasted better French toast than that French toast on that morning. The entire weekend was like that. When the subject of religion came up I told the Carpenters that I was an Evangelical Baptist and that I was enjoying not being in Church that particular Sunday. Mr. Carpenter looked up from his paper (something else that was on the grocery list that morning) and said,” There’s a Baptist Church just up the rod from here in Brownsburg. I’ll take you there if you want.” I respectfully declined the offer and thanked Mr. Carpenter and shot a glance at Bob who was grinning at me because I had just been introduced to Mr. Carpenter’s humour. Like all of the parents who I met over the years in St. Lambert, the bond that they had with their children and their children’s friends was exemplary. You were treated like adults and expected to act like adults and as long as that bond wasn’t broken all went well in the relationship. The rest of the day was spent under brilliant sunshine and an early burst of warm weather. You could not have asked for a more perfect setting to spend an Easter Weekend and I have been eternally grateful for that one.

Happy Easter to everyone and I hope that everyone finds some way to share their love and affection for one another and have a pleasant day. Who knows; you may be creating an indelible memory for someone else today

Class Contacts Needed

If you are interested in representing your class year as Class Contact. Please contact Harvey Carter

Obituaries

John Arthur ( Art ) Matheson 1947-2019, Class of 1966
Founder of Matheson Valves & Fittings Ltd.

It is with heartbreaking sadness I must announce that my husband was taken from me by the waters off the coast of Barbados on March 7, 2019. After 52 years of marriage, he leaves behind 4 children and 9 grandchildren. Wendy, our love child, who we were reunited with in 2001 is a talented teacher who speaks 4 languages. Her good hearted husband David happily put up with Art's constant teasing. Between them they have four wonderful children they can be proud of. Heather, Tyler, Erika and Emma. Our oldest son Todd, who most resembles his father, has worked in the family business for over 20 years. He is honest, dedicated and loyal. Todd always said that "his father was bigger than life". Our son Troy (now the President of the company) inherited his fathers strong sales skills, sense of humour, integrity and vision. Monica our beautiful daughter in law has blessed Troy with 2 children, sweet Jessica, our little autistic angel and the newest addition Bonnie Prince "Charlie". Troy also has 2 wonderful adult sons by his first marriage Oliver and Noah. Our youngest daughter Andrea, a psychologist with a successful practice inherited her fathers integrity, ambition and entrepreneurship. A single mom to Olivia, an extremely gifted student and athlete, presented Art with the opportunity to be a surrogate father, and he cherished it. They were daddy's girls and he adored them both. He also leaves behind an extended family comprised of the staff at MVF who have been incredibly supportive and were truly cherished by Art.

Art built a successful business from the ground up. He was determined to provide his children with an education and a better start in life than he had. He built our business on the foundation of integrity. Building trust with customers and suppliers alike. Art was known by family and friends as a true gentleman. A man whose handshake was worth a thousand notarized contracts.

He will be truly missed by family ( Blanche, Therese, Barbie, Larry, Sandy, Ronnie and Jackie ) and many many more. His large group of friends will miss his warmth, love of golf and crazy sense of humour.

A special thank you to Roslyn and Darcy who were at the devastating scene immediately, I know you are hurting too. Love to you both. I also want to thank all of the guests at the hotel who rushed to the beach and started taking turns performing CPR. I must thank the owner of the hotel and all of it's staff for their extreme kindnesses as they tried very hard to soften the tragedy. Reverend Knight and Dr. Cox in Barbados, who cared for me during this traumatic time.

And lastly I thank Troy who immediately flew to Barbados to stay with me and handle all that needed to be handled in Barbados and waited in the airport until he saw me get on the plane. Andrea who flew out to me when I finally arrived home and immediately took care of me and all the funeral and legal arrangements not to mention surprises in the house. Finally, Todd who called me everyday having long phone calls with love and kind words. There are no words to describe the compassion you have shown me. My love to you all.

I am not a widow, l am a wife to a husband with wings.

Rest In Peace my love.

Michael Sibalis class of 1966

Michael Sibalis died at Kitchener, Ontario on Tuesday April 9th at the age of 69. He was the beloved son of Shirley and the late Jack Sibalis and dear brother and brother-in- law of Stephen and Anne, Rosalie and Jack Taylor and Lisa and Tim Aubry. We gratefully thank his wonderful colleagues and friends who gave Michael comfort and support in his struggle with cancer.

Karen MacDonald ( Kennedy) Class of 1961
Karen Leah (Kennedy) MacDonald age 75, of Bedford, NS passed away April 18, 2019 in the QE11 hospital with her family by her side after a short but determined battle with cancer. She was the eldest of two children born May 9, 1943 in Sherbrooke, Quebec. She was the daughter of the late Roy and Hulda Kennedy. Karen was a registered nurse (HCH Class of 1965) and spent her career helping sick children at the IWK Children’s Hospital. Her passion for nursing and helping others extended beyond her career to family and friends.

Karen’s gardens and grandchildren were near and dear to her heart. If she was not in her garden she would be found supporting her grandchildren at many of their activities.

She is survived by her loving husband of 54 years, Mac (Laverne) MacDonald, children Donna (Jeff) Huestis, Bruce (Angela) MacDonald and Janice ( Kenny) MacDonald, sister Suzanne (Don) Bishop, grandchildren Ryan, Kennedy, Abby, Cameron and Ben, Ron Goudey and family as well as many nieces and nephews.

Gordon Beck Class of 1960

BECK, Gordon 1941 - 2019
Late into the evening of April 25, 2019, after a dispute with an unscrupulous melanoma, Gordon Beck quietly crossed to the far banks of the Rubicon. Back in port, he leaves behind his beloved wife Ewa Bujnicka, her son Paul Klepaczko, his sister Lu, brother Jack, and countless treasured friends far and near.

Gordon's passions were photography, antiquarian books, digression, and Ewa's cooking. His talent and great love of photography took him all over the globe, at one time travelling to Europe and Asia with his VW van, "Gulliver"; later packing his 8x10 camera into his converted school bus (complete with fireplace) and trekking across Canada; and for the last decade he explored the backroads and forgotten farmlands of Leeds & Grenville with his faithful Kia Rondo. ("Ewa, if the snow continues come morning, you won't see me or the camera for a few hours.") But if you asked his favorite place in the world he would pause, close his eyes, and readily transport himself to Kukulczyn, his wife's family home in Poland.

When not out taking photos, he was in his Brockville gallery and bookstore, From Here to Infinity, or down in the basement shuffling books and ephemera around in an organizational system comprehensible only to himself. But for all of his accomplishments, talents, and avocations, his greatest gift to all of us was his friendship. With his gentle manner, big blue eyes, disobedient hair, and enchanting ability to tell poetic tales, he effortlessly drew people of all stripes to his side. Our lives are exceptionally richer for having been part of his, and our grief is the bargain we gratefully make for having loved him so very much.

Celebration of Gordon's Life

Saturday, May 4, 3:00 to 6:00 p.m.
Irvine Funeral Home
Four James Street East
Brockville, ON K6V 1J9
Tel: 613-342-2828

If you would like to read more about Gordon and see examples of his fine work, visit: https://montrealgazette.com/news/local-news/obituary-gordon-beck-gazette-photog-with-an-artists-sensitivity

Elizabeth Dunkley, Class of 1968
November 17, 1952 - April 22, 2019

Daughter of William and Dorothy Dunkley, sister to Robert and Alan, 48-year best friend and wife of nearly 38 years to John Hickin, mother of Kit and Catherine, mother-in-law to Pierre Pascone and grandmother to Dorothy.

Elizabeth studied arts and language in university where she met her husband at the Outdoors Club. There they shared a love of camping, hiking, skiing and other outdoor activities. Her intense love of books was well reflected in her 42-year career in McGill University libraries, the majority of which was spent in the service of the Inter Library Loans department.

Her passion for history and culture was evident in her love of travel, principally in Europe, where she enjoyed repeat trips to France and Italy, in addition to Germany and Spain. She loved to explore cities and wineries and visited every historic church, monument and museum she could drag her family to. Elizabeth keenly anticipated her annual trips to the family cottage and cherished the continuation of family traditions begun in her childhood.

Elizabeth revelled in the beauty of green and growing things and was a true green thumb. Her gardening season began in February each year with the careful planting of seeds and nurturing of seedlings. She would continue caring for her plants through the spring, summer and well into autumn. A militant composter, Elizabeth maintained her own large compost to feed her beloved garden.

She loved bread making and her hot cross buns, cinnamon loaf, cheese and onion bread and pulla were legendary and devoured within minutes of being presented. Elizabeth also enjoyed her weekly exercise classes at the YMCA and would look forward to dinners out with the Fit Chicks. She and John regularly attended concerts at the MSO and were part of an active dinner club with life-long friends.

Elizabeth, you will be dearly missed. Your absence in our lives is acutely felt and all we can say is that we love you, miss you and will think of you every day of forever because you are one of the most important people to us and even though you are gone, we will always need you.

A gathering will be held at the Vielle Brasserie in Lachine (2801 Boul Saint-Joseph) on Sunday May 5th from 2-6 PM. Elizabeth was a fond supporter of diverse charities including the Marmot Recovery Foundation, the SPCA, and the Canadian Wildlife Fund. Any donation made to one of these or other charities would be a kind remembrance of Elizabeth.

If you notice an obituary of a classmate in your local paper
please forward details to Harvey Carter at harvey.cchs.ca@gmail.com

And Finally...

Scotch with two drops of water

A lady goes to the bar on a cruise ship and orders a Scotch with two drops of water. As the bartender gives her the drink she says, 'I'm on this cruise to celebrate my 80th birthday and it's today..'

The bartender says, 'Well, since it's your birthday, I'll buy you a drink. In fact, this one is on me.'As the woman finishes her drink, the woman to her right says, 'I would like to buy you a drink, too.'

The old woman says, 'Thank you. Bartender, I want a Scotch with two drops of water.' 'Coming up,' says the bartender. 

As she finishes that drink, the man to her left says, 'I would like to buy you one, too.'  The old woman says, 'Thank you. Bartender, I want another Scotch with two drops of water.' 'Coming right up,' the bartender says.

As he gives her the drink, he says, 'Ma'am, I'm dying of curiosity. Why the Scotch with only two drops of water ?'

The old woman replies, 'Sonny, when you are my age, you've learned how to hold your liquor. Holding your water, however, is a whole other issue.'

Terrorist Kidnapping

It's been a long, long day, and John the truck driver really wanted to just get home.

Living in Washington D.C, he knew traffic would be bad this time of evening, but to his horror, a traffic jam reared ahead of him larger than anything he could have anticipated.Bewildered, since he hadn't heard anything yet on the news, he stuck his head out and just kept seeing cars slowing down and then driving off. 

Nothing was moving. Suddenly, a man knocks on the window. The driver rolls down the window and asks, "What's going on?"

"Terrorists have kidnapped the entire US Congress!"  "Oh my gosh!" exclaimed John. "And they're asking for a $100 million dollar ransom." "Jeez Louise!" moaned John. 
"Otherwise, they are going to douse them all in gasoline and set them on fire!" "Lord have mercy!" cried John.

"We are going from car to car, collecting donations."  "How much is everyone giving, on average?" asked John.

"About a gallon."

Best Comeback Answer of the Year

A college teacher reminds her class of tomorrow's final exam. 'Now class, I won't tolerate any excuses for you not being here tomorrow. I might consider a nuclear attack or a serious personal injury, illness, or a death in your immediate family, but that's it, no other excuses whatsoever!' 

A smart-ass student in the back of the room raised his hand and asked, 'What would you say if tomorrow I said I was suffering from complete and utter sexual exhaustion?' 

The entire class is reduced to laughter and snickering. When silence was restored, the teacher smiled knowingly at the student, shook her head and sweetly said, 'Well, I guess you'd have to write the exam with your other hand.'