The Raineian 1975 by David Ward

The Raineian

THE MAGAZINE OF RAINE'S FOUNDATION

GRAMMAR SCHOOL

OCTOBER 1975

NUMBER TEN

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RAINE'S FOUNDATION GRAMMAR SCHOOL ARBOUR SQUARE LONDON

Editorial Committee June Hampton Barbara Wilson Debra Machenzie Susan Nunn Susan Taylor Janet Goldswain Jillian Rood Helen Sissons Bernadette King Martin Leonard

Typists Diane Brown

Karen Rayiru

Cover Design Andre Hardie

Photograph opposite: Sixth formers hostelling in th e Yorkshire Dales in

October, photographed at Rievaulx Abbey

The Governors of Raine's Foundation Chairman Sir Hugh Munro-Lucas-Tooth, Bart. Vice-Chairman S. A. Matthews, Esq. The Reverend M. Johnson, M.A. The Reverend N. McCurry, M. A. Miss E. Parsons, M.A . Professor l. W. Roxburgh, Ph.D.

Mrs. E . Arm sby L. Bernst ein, Esq., B.Sc., Ph.D. J. Bran agan , Esq., K.S.G., J.P. A. Hugh Chaplin, Esq., C.B., B.A., F.L .i\" . Aldcl'm an A. S. Dorrell

The Reverend Prebendary A. R. Royall (nominee of the Bishop of Stepney) Councillor G. Simons The Reverend A. M. Solomon, B,D.

Councillor E. W. Hill T. H. Howgill, Esq.

Clerk to the Gov ernors H. R.. K. Broughton , Esq., B.A.

Staff - September 1975 Head Master Mr. B P. Stanney, M.A. (Cantab.), M.Ed. (Dunelm.) Deputy Head Mrs. A. E. Johnson, B.A. (Leeds) Senior Master Mr. W. M. Spooner, M. A. (London), B.Sc . (London), F.R.G.S. Sc hoo l Chaplain Th e Reverend P. C. Clynick

Heads of Department Mr . .1. J. G. Blundell, A.T.D. (London) (A rt) Mr. G. Calvert, (City of Worcester College ) (Mathematics) Dr. A. Cioci, (University of Pisa) (Physics) Mr. E. J. Croom, B.Sc. (London) (Geology) Mrs. C. Crump, B.A. (Dublin) (G eography) Mr. K. R. Crump, B.A. (Liverpool) (History) Mr. T. G. Emes, A.C.P., M.l.C.E. (Technical Studies) Mr. J. S. Everton, M.A. (Oxon.) (B iology) 4

Miss P. Gosman, (National Training College of Domestic Science) (Home Economics) Miss I. R. Hoskins, A.L.C.M., L.G.S.M . (Commerce) Mr. R. J. Hudson, B.Sc. (London) (Ch emiItry) Miss V. G. Jackson, L.R.A.M. (Music) Miss M. Lewis, B.A. (WaJes) (English) Mr. H. Long, Dip.Phys.Ed. (Loughborough) (Physical Education, Boys) Miss A. M. Lowes, Dip.Phys.Ed. (Chelsea) Physical Education, Girls) Mr. R. C. Reffold, M.A. (Oxon.) (Lan~uages) Mr. R. F. J. Simmons, B.A. (London) (G erman) Mr. P. Spillett, B.Sc. (London) (Economics)

Assistants Mrs. S. Auerbach, B.Sc. (Leedsl (MatlzematicI) Miss C. M. Balls, B.A. (Cantab. (Frenc h and German) Mr. A. R. Barnes, B.A. (Birmingham) (English) Mr. T. Billington, B.Sc. (London) (Mathematics) Tpe Reverend J. E. Burrows, B.A. (Leeds) (Religiolls Studies) Miss G. A. Cleeve, B.A. (London) (English) Mr. J. H. Darch, B.A. (Wales) (History) Mrs. L. A. Geddes, B.A. (Manchester) (French) Mrs. J . M. Gilchrist, B.Sc. (Leeds) (Physics) Mr. R. C. Hart, B.A. (Nottingham) (History)

Mr. S. E. Johnson, B.A. (Warwick) (English)

Mrs. R. Lewis, A.T.D. (Middlesex Polytechnic) (Art and Craft)

Miss L. J. Linnett, B.Sc. (Reading) (Chemistry)

Mrs. H. R. Mars, B.A. (Newcastle) (German and French)

Miss A. W. Naylor, B.Sc. (London) (Biology)

Mr. C. J. Nice, B.Sc. (Southampton) (Mathematic.~)

Mr. A. D. Perrett, B.Sc. (Manchester) (Mathematics)

Mrs. P. Pipe, B.Se. (London) (Geography)

Mr. R. J. Pryce, B.A. (Hull) (German and French)

Mrs . S. W. Scriven, Dip.Phys.Ed. (Bedford) (Gam es)

Mr. P. Simmonds, A.T.D. (Winchester School of Art) (Art and Craft)

Mr. J. J. Wallis, B.A. (London) (Latin)

Miss J. Warner, A.T.D. (Stourbridge College of Art ) (Art and Craft)

School Bursar Mrs. L. M. Creasey

Senior Laboratory T echnician Mr. S. J. Russell

Head Master's Secretary 1\'lrs. J. I. Evans

School Prefects Head Boy

September 1975 Head Girl

James Adshead

Deputy Head Boys Martin Leonard John Newman

Susan Taylor

D eputy Head Girl June Hampton Games Captain

Barbara Wilson

Prefects Paul Burchell, Laurence Dalton, Mohummed Ali, Keith Bennett, Gary Bishop, David Cain, Christopher Donovan, John 'Elder, Derek Elliott, Ian Glasby, Andre Hardie, Stephen Kimberley, James Lewis, Gary Preston, Mark Tinkler, Michael Vincent, Paul White and Paul Williams. Linda Cole, Deborah Cowen, Janet Goldswain, Bernadette King, Susan Lyons, Debra Mackenzie, Lesley Marshall, Deborah Mills, Susan Nunn, Jillian Rood and Helen Sissons Sub-Prefects Clive Baugh, Martin Carter, Andrew Fullerton, Robert Heading, Paul Jackson, Leslie Kelly, Paul Martin, Michael Newman, Grant Sibley, Vernon Slominski, Roy Smith and Peter Ttoouli. Genieve Ali, Annette Bugansky, Deborah Castle, Mandy Connolly, Jeanette Coster, Susan Crook, Maria Daniels, June David, Janice George, Judy Mulcock, Christine Oxley, Hazel Paul, Elaine Pontin, Angela Rossi, Candy Sevren and Diane Tinkler. Monitors Peter Bean, Anthony Cable, Adrian Frampton, Keith Harrison, Michael Knibbs, Constantinos Kosti, Jonathan McCoig, Keith Morse, Anthony Mulrenan, Christopher Nolan, Russell Obee, Gregory Page, Anthony Purvis, Keith Rollinson, Paul Smith, John Stevens, Allan Twynam and Alan Webber. Angela Baker, Deborah Baskett, Lesley Bell, Kim Broadis, Kathleen Burke, Lesley Cater, Valerie Cole, Gillian Dobson, Susan Marks, Susan Pain, Teresa Sims, Lynne Stachini, Susan Whitnell and Tracey Wilby.

Prize List 1974-75 FORM PRIZES (All form prizes are for achievem ent unless otherwise stated) I F Amanda Malpass, Karen Davies and Ian Hatton. 1M William Ling, Priscilla van der Velde and Lesley Cox. IS Alexine Horsup, Alison Harvey and Fenella Wood . IW Ian Crane, Richard Saleh and Sherry Gwyther. I1F Neville Tuck, John Godfrey and Martin Bacon. 11M Patrick Mulrenan, Loraine Dalton and Hilton Armand (for progress) liS Ralph Howes, Joanne Ahearne and Laura Davies. I1W Peter Clarke, Deborah Goode and Brian Morton. IIIF .Julie Dawkins, Carole Passmore, Phyllis Alexander and Nicholas Beeson. !lIM Antonis Frangou, Jill Reilly, Denise Cox and Loraine Suter. IllS Maddalena Pettenati, Carole Day and Geoffrey Newson.

IIW Shelley Hurley, Robert Gibbs, Paul Burton and Kay Perryman.

IV A Linda Abbott, Karen Petersen and Ronald Bender (for progress) IVG Stephen Lovett, Karen Phillips and Michael Leonard. IVL John Tompkins, Kevan Gill, Deborah Gardner and Gillian Clarke. IVS Tony Lock. VA Maria Daniels, Deborah Nolan VG Mandy Connolly VL Valerie Cole, Susan Whitnell VS Clive Baugh, Peter Bean, Jonathan McCoig, Angela Rossi, Diane Tinkler

Lower Sixth John Newman, James Lewis, Susan Taylor and Barbara Wilson.

Secretarial Sixth Pamela Andrews and Diane Brown.

Upper Sixth Prizes Chemistry English Geography Geology Latin Mathematics Modern Languages

Roy Singh Susan Sykes Barbara Morgan John De'Ath John Chappell Lorraine Ellicott Lorraine Sims

SUBJECT PRIZES Religious Knowledge

Physical Education

Music Art Needlework Cookery

Senior Valerie Cole, VL Intermediate John Tompkins, IVL Karen Davies, IF Junior Senior Paul Read, VS, Barbara Wilson, VILJ, Junior John Wyatt, I1IM, Sandra Matthew, IIIS and Deborah Goode, III F Gillian Whitnell, IllS Junior Senio1" Christine Oxley, VG Sharon Jennings, IF Junior Leda Bugansky, IllS Junior Mary Deans, IVG

SPECIAL PRIZES The Ida Samuel Memorial Prizes Hazel Paul, V A Senior Peter Clarke, IIW Junior The Haugh Prize for Distinction at Ordinary Level Susan Crook, VL The John Jacobs Prize for Distinction at O rdinary Level Anthony Purvis, VL The Mangold Prize for Excellence June Hampton, VILJ The Tong Prize for Excellence Gary Preston, VILJ The Haugh Memorial Prize for Gary Preston, VILJ Mathematics and Physics Vernon Slominski, VILJ The Ward Prize for Endeavour Christine Smith, VILC The Chairman's Prize Jillian Rood, VILJ The Goode Prize Michael Murphy, VIU Colin Croft, VIU The Staff Prize The Chaplain's Prize Gillian Lamb, VIU The Old Raineians' Prizes for Service to the School Martin Leonard, VIU Susan Sykes, VIU The Parents' Association Prizes Lorraine Sims, VIU Karen Winter, VIU Gary Lloyd, VIU The Grier Memorial Prize for Service to the School Helen Beeson, VIU The Taylor Memorial Prize for Service to the School Anthony Mole, VIU Essay

CERTIFICATES University of London Advanced Level: Robert Connolly (3), Geoffrey Davis (3), Lorraine Ellicott (3), John Forder (3), Garry Green (3), Paul Griffiths (4), Nimitta Gurjar (4), David Lloyd (3), Gary Lloyd (3), Mary Payne (3), Mark Rossi (3), Lorraine Sims (3) , Roy Singh (3), Karen Winter (3). In addition thirteen pupils gained two passes and twelve gained one pass. (Two of these were pupils in the Lower Sixth).

Ordinary Level Grade A, Band C and Grade 1 C.S .E.: The additions represent passes obtained at Ordinary Level in the Fourth Year. Genieve Ali (7), Michael Backhouse (6+1), Angela Baker (6+2), Clive Baugh (8+1), Peter Bean (8+1), Jeffrey Bennett (6+2), Anthony Cable (6+1), Martin Carter (7), Deborah Castle (5+1), Valerie Cole (8+1), Mandy Connolly (8), Shirley Coult (6), Susan Crook (8+1), Kim Dalton (5+1), Maria Daniels (7), June David (7+2), Janice George (6), David Hamilton (7), Constantinos Kostis (7+1), Paul Martin (6+2), Godfrey Matthew (6+1), Jonathan McCoig (9). Keith Morse (7+2), Judy Mulcock (4+2), Deborah Nolan (7), Gary Oxley (7+2), Susan Pain (6+1), Hazel Paul (6), Anthony Purvis (8+1), Angela Rossi (8), Candy Sevren (7+1), Grant Sibley (6+1) , Teresa Sims (5+2), Roy Smith (7+1), Stephen Smith (6), Diane Tinkler (7+1), Susan Whitnell (8+1), Gary Woods (6+1). Nineteen others from the Fifth Forms gained five, seven gained four, twenty足 one gained three, eight gained two and ten gained one. One Sixth Former gained five, three gained four, four gained three, ten gained two and thirty-five gained one. In the Fourth Year twenty pupils gained one.

SPEECH AWARDS The Poetry Society Bible Reading: Intermediate Level:

Alison Harvey

Senior Level:

Sarah Powell

Prose Reading: Intermediate Level: Senior Level:

Helen Kostis Diane Brown Annette Langdown Jacqueline Farmer Maddalena Pettenati

Verse Speaking: In termediate Level:

Deena Gardiner 9

Bronze Medal and Silver Medal Silver Medal Certificate Certificate, Bronze and Silver Medal Certificate and Bronze Medal Certificate with M erit and Bronze Medal Certificate and Bronze Medal Certificate

THE GUILDHALL SCHOOL OF MUSIC AND DRAMA Public Speaking:

Grade 2:

Helen Kostis

Certificate with M erit

Speech and Drama:

Grade 2:

Grade 3:

Maddalena Pettenati Hazel Paul

Certificate Certifica te

Trophies 1974-75 ATHLETIC ACTIVITIES Athletics

Senior Intermediate Junior Standards Aggregate

Winterton Cup Butterfield Cup Luton Cup Aldridge Cup Roden Cup

School School School School School

Basketball Senior Intermediate Junior

Raineian Lodge Cup Harvey Martin Cup Fishberg Cup

School Foundation Mann

Mansfield Cup Wareing Cup Horne Cup

Foundation Foundation Mann

Head Master's Trophy Middle School Trophy Junior Cup

Foundation School School

Munn Cup Camberley Cup

Foundation School

Tyler Trophy Leach Cup Mann Cup

School Mann School

Cross Country (Boys) Senior Interm ediate Junior (Girls) S enior Intermediate Junior Hockey

S enior Interm ediate Netball

Senior Intermediate Junior

Rugby

Senior Intermediate Junior

Mann Mann School/Mann

Cadet Cup

Hirtes Cup

Jenkins Cup

Mann/School

Sailing Swimming Senior Intermediate Junior Aggregate

Lassman Shield Wilkins Shield Turnage Trophy Manuel Posey Cup

Mann School School School

Adlam Cup O.R.A. 250th Anniversary Cup

Foundation School

Physical Education

Boys Girls

House Championship School

Shutt Trophy

(Final House Points: School 107.5, Mann 87.5, Foundation 82, Winterton 42)

ATHLETICS (INDIVIDUAL)

Victrix Ludorum

Victor Ludorum

Senior Intermediate Junior

Paul Read J ames Chambers Scott Perry

Tracey Wilby Sandra Matthew Sharon Simpson

CULTURAL ACTIVITIES Drama S enior Junior

Sixth Form Cup D.M. Yeomans Trophy

Winterton Winterton

Clark Cup Clark Junior Cup

Mann Foundation

Aldridge Memorial Trophy Aldridge Memorial Trophy

Winterton Winterton

Chess

Senior Junior Prose and Verse

Senior Junior

First Year Harvest Festival Poster Competition

Foundation

Junior Projects

Winterton

Field Studies

Senior

George Canning Trophy 11

Mann

Handwriting Eagle Trophy

Mann

Dagger Cup

Foundation

School Work

House Championship Dorothy Broughton Trophy

Winterton

(Final House Points : Winterton 49, Foundation 43, Mann 35, School 27) The H .R.K. Broughton Championship Cup

School

Illustration opposite: First year clay sculptures

The School Year 1974-75 Life at Raine's in 1974- 75 was punctuated by the usual school events. The Harvest Festival was held in the school hall on October 11th when Father Jeremy Davis addressed the assembly; afterwards, the groceries were made up into parcels and distributed among the old folk of Stepney. Speech Day was held at Queen Mary College on October 7 tho The Reverend Colin Cutell spoke to the School about Canada and the Toc H organization. Remembrance Day was observed in the school, a service being held in the hall, during which wreaths were laid by the Head Boy and the Head Girl; Richard Tillbrook was present, representing the O.R.A. Once again this year, a candle-lit carol ser vice was enjoyed by many at the Church of Saint George-in-the-East. May 1st was Founder's Day; Father Solomon preached the sermon during the service, which once again took place in his church, Saint George's. On Ascension Day, the Headmistress of Bishop Challoner School was our guest, and conducted assembly in the school hall. This year the School was very successful in raising funds for various charities. The Polio Fellowship's annual walk took place on September 28th. Pupils of the School participated as usual and made a substantial contribution. The Cross-the-Bridges Walk on behalf of REHAB was also well supported. Some of the old people of Stepney were entertained at our traditional Christmas Party, and were accompanied by Sixth-formers on their day trip to Clacton. The Parents' Association fete was also a great success and about £300 was raised for the School. We should like to thank the Association for its efforts which have, in the past, resulted in such benefits as the mini-bus and the Sixth-form Centre. Once again this year, an I.L.E.A. Modern Languages Travelling award was won by a member of the Sixth-form. We congratulate John Elder and hope that he found his six week stay in France enjoyable and useful. Congratulations also go to Colin Croft, who captained the England Under Nineteen Basketball Squad, and to an old boy, John Chimes, who hSls gained a place in the B.B.C. Symphony Orchestra. Several members of the junior forms also distinguished themselves in the 'Help the Police Competition' - many of the area winners came from Raine's.

1975 also saw many staff changes, with long-serving and distinguished members of staff leaving the school. The Deputy Headmistress, Mrs. Rankin, retired to Spain, and our wishes for a long and happy retirement go with her. Mr. Dowling and Mr. Rae also retired after lengthy careers at Raine's. Mr. Dowling settled in his cottage in Rye, while Mr. Rae intends to travel. The pupils would like to thank them for their contributions to school life in the past, and wish them every happiness in the future. Mr. Emes Senior also left us in the Autumn. Miss Firth left the Physics Department and Mrs. Frost, the French Department - we wish Mrs. Frost luck in her new home. The French and German assis tants, Mlle. Lotin and Herr Ullrich, left after a year which was beneficial to us, and, we hope, beneficial to them also. Mrs. Johnson succeeded Mrs. Rankin as Deputy Headmistress in September, and is also continuing to teach some English. Miss Lewis replaced Mr. Dowling as Head of the English Department. We are pleased to welcome back to the Staff Father Burrows and Mr. Barnes, to teach R.S. and English respectively. We also welcome several new members of staff, Miss Cleeve and Mr. Johnson to the English Department, and Mrs. Lewis, Mr. Simmonds and Miss Warner, who will all be teaching art and crafts. Our congratulations are extended to Miss Webster on the occasion of her 14

marriage to Mr. Pipe, and to Miss Naylor and Mr. Hudson, who were marned in the Summer. During the year visits to the theatre, opera and ballet were made by members of the upper school. Among plays particularly enjoyed by the Sixth-form were 'The Mousetrap' and 'The Englishman Amused'. Some of the other plays seen included 'Heartbreak House', 'The Dreyfus Case' and 'The Two Gentle颅 men of Verona'. Not to be neglected wer 路路 the School's own dramatic efforts: staff and pupils amused encouraging audiences with 'H.M.S. Pinafore', and a fine production of Oscar Wilde's 'The Importance of Being Earnest'. Winterton House won both the junior and senior Drama cups with their chosen plays, 'You Never Heard Such Unearthly Laugher' and Ticket to Hitsville'. Field trips and holidays also featured prominently in this year's calendar. Before the summer holidays, Miss Jackson and Mr. Croom took a fifth and sixth form group hostelling in Shropshire for a well-deserved rest after their exams. At Christmas, a group went skiing in Austria, supervised by 1\'liss Jackson, Mr. Billington, Miss Nay lor, Miss Linnett and Mr. Nice. Another party spent two weeks in Sicily, in the Spring, accompanied by Mr. and Mrs. Everton, Mr. and Mrs. Crump, and Miss Lewis. Camping and hostelling in the Yorkshire Dales, the Forest of Dean, and Pembrokeshire was also organized in the course of the year. Groups of pupils did Geographical and Geological field studies in the Lake District and South Wales, whilst the Biologists again went to St. Agnes, in Cornwall, There was also caving in Devon, and various day trips to Dover, Hatfield, Whipsnade and Fishbourne - not to mention the sewage works! The School was saddened to hear, earlier this year, of the death of Miss Haugh, who was Headmistress of the Girls' School for twenty-five years. Her sister has donated a Mathematics and Physics Prize to the School in her memory. We were also grieved to learn of the tragic death of an ex-pupil, Linda Godwin. During her time at Raine's Linda contributed much to many schoo'l activities, and is remembered fondly by us. The topic which has been uppermost in our minds this year is reflected on the front cover of the magazine. The design links the griffin, which features on our school badge, with the phoenix, the legendary bird whose offspring rises from the ashes of the parent, thus ensuring its immortality. In the same way, we hope that Raine's will rise to meet the challenge of the coming changes - as it has done in the past.

On behalf of the editorial committee, 1 should like to thank all those who have contributed articles to the Raineian, the typists, the photographers, and also Mr. Blundell for his help and advice. Special thanks are extended to Miss Lewis for her part in producing this magazine. June Hampton, VI LJ

Mrs M. Christina Rankin Mrs M. Christina Rankin came to Raine's in September 1964 after a wide and varied career not only in education but also in advertising and industrial design. This was at the time of the amalgamation of the separate boys' and girls' schools, and, as Deputy Head of the new mixed school, Mrs. Rankin assumed over-all responsibility for the girls. Throughout her eleven years of service Mrs. Rankin has willingly given of her time and talents to the school. The Parents' Association and Old Raineians' Association have benefitted from her interest and experience, and her artistic abilities have enhanced many of our dramatic and musical productions, including most prominently, perhaps, the 250th anniversary production of 'The Mikado'. Many former pupils have reason to remember her with both affection and gratitude. We shared in her happiness on her marriage to Mr. John Rankin, Member of Parliament for the Govan Division of Glasgow, on July 31st. 1968, and the sorrow of the tragic car accident three short years later. We admired the quiet courage and fortitude that Mrs. Rankin showed in nursing her husband so devotedly over a long period, despite her own severe injuries. Our very best wishes go with her on her retirement to a villa overlooking the sea at Marja in southern Spain . Her calm and gracious presence and her many small acts of kindness wiH be remembered here.

M r IBasil Dowling After experience in education and library work in New Zealand, Mr. Basil Dowling came to Raine's Boys' School twenty-one years ago to assist with the teaching of English. Ten years ago, he became Head of English in the mixed school. In earlier days he was resp onsible for the cricket of the school - a family interest, for Mr. Dowling's nephew captained the New Zealand side that toured the United Kingdom recently. Over the years he has been involved with the magazine, the library, the debating societies, and was responsible for the introduction of both the House Drama Competition and the House Literary Competition. The Raine's Write-in, started in 1967, was another of Mr. Dowling's innovations. He is, of course, a poet of distinction and, apart from commissioned work, has had six volumes of verse published. A favourite quotation comes from Robert Frost: "No-one can say How glad I am to find On any sheet The least display of mind." Mr. Dowling retires as our senior housemaster, and Raine's will lose a scholarly influence, a warm and gentle man, in whose company generations of Old Raineians have had an opportunity to approch the riches of our cultural heritage. His success may be judged by the many former pupils who continue to correspond with him long after they have left. We wish Mr. and Mrs. Dowling much happiness in the future. B. P. Stanney

A Prospect of Age With three score years approaching, And covetous Time encroaching On power of wind and limb, And eyesight growing dim, Or if not dim less clear, No doubt the time is here

To act with firm decision

In making due provision

For old age. While I know it,

And may begin to show it,

I will not give up walking,

I will not give up talking;

Even if de a th is lurking

I mean to go on working,

And though my arteries h arden

Continue digging the garden.

I'll saw firewood and stack it,

And wield a tennis racket,

Or even a cricket bat.

And learning? As to that,

It's something I'll be at

As long as I am able :

I'll have a writing table,

And by the firelight gleaming

A large armchair for dreaming

Over the printed page.

Alone, I'll try to find, too,

Some person to be kind to, Or cat, if I've a mind to.

For music, the immortals

Will meet me through the portals

Of my new gramophone;

With all that heavenly tone

I'll hardly be alone.

So I shall say to Age,

"I can even enjoy this stage

Of my long pilgrimage

If you will not remind me Too much of what's behind me, Or what still lies ahead Between me and the dead, And leave me a few friends Un til my journey ends." Basil Dowling

MARGARET B. HAUGH Headmistress 1930 -1955

Margaret B. Haugh Many old Raineians will h ave reason to remember with gratitude the influence of Margaret Haugh, who died peacefully on March 4th, 19 75. After her highly successful student days at Glasgow University , Miss Haugh joined the sta ff of Raine's Foundation School for Girls in 1921, and in 19 3 0, on the retirement of Miss Maude Grier, became th e headmistress of th e school. Miss Haugh was a woman of great beauty and charm, and her poise and dignity on all occasions drew forth our admiration and loyalty. Indeed, when H.R.H. Princess Mary distributed the prizes at Speech Day in 1931, it was Miss H augh, and not the Princess, who for the first few moments, stole the show. Miss Haugh had great patience, a quiet and gracious manner of speech, and was meticulous in whatever she did. She held deep religious convictions, and without making these too obvious she was always concerned to preserve the religious life of the school. To those who were in difficult circumstances she wa s ex tremely generous and helpful , though few were allowed to know the e xtent of her generosity . She put great value on family ties, and rejoiced when she found in others the same strong affection that she and for her own family , and she was most kind and sympathetic towards those who suffered any family anxiety or bereavement. These qualities endeared her to both staff and pupils, who knew h er as a friend. She was also a skilled administrator, otherwise she could never have kept the school on an even keel during the Great Slump in the early 1930's. Then it was that Miss Haugh's many gifts came into play. She knew her pupils. She knew their parents and their circumstances, from those who were, compara足 tively speaking, well-off, to those who found it hard going to make ends meet. Quietly, patiently, devotedly , she spent long hours trying to think up ways a nd means of easing the burdens of those families who were desperately in need of help, and to safeguard the interests of promising pupils whose parents felt they were no longer able to keep them at school. La ter, in the middle thirties, came more problems due to the decline in population, when some schoo ls in Stepney, whose Headmistresses were friends of ours, had to close down because there were not enough pupils to fill them. But Raine's still carried on. The chequered decade of the thirties ended abruptly with the outbreak of war in 1939, bringing unprecedented and daunting problems to be solved. Then Miss Haugh, supported and encouraged by her loyal staff and willing a uxiliary helpers, led the school into exile, to seek the compara足 tive safety of two Sussex villages within a bare ten miles of the coast. There we settled down, more or less happily , having learned to take philosophically the mounting threat of invasion which daily became more imminent after the fall of France at the beginning of the forties . Perhaps the greatest tax on Miss Haugh 's skill and strength was her deter足 mination in the drab post-war years to build up a new and different type of school on th e tenuous foundations of the old. She fought valiantly to pre足 serve the independence of Raine's Foundation School for Girls as a separate entity, and it says much for her courage that she succeeded. A new Raine's Girls' School slowly came into being, and when she retired in 1955, Miss Haugh was able to had over a flourishing modern school to her successor. After her retirement Miss Haugh continued to take an active interest in the affairs of the school, a nd kept contact with many friends among Old Girls 19

and Staff. Even in the last few years, when her memory was failing, she still asked [or news of the school, and many who were connected with Raine's. They remember her with sincere and loving affection. D.M.G. E.M.P. It is proposed to have a memorial plaque placed in the grounds of the Church of St. George-in-thc-East, which is closely connected with the school, and possibly to have some flowering cherry trees planted in the church garden to her memory. Contributions for this memorial can be sent to Miss Parson, 12, The Meadway, Buckhurst Hill, Essex, IG9 5PG .

Doris Madeleine Grafton, L.Es L. FEBRUARY 5th 1894 - JUNE 13th 1975 F. M. Griffiths writes: A native of Dudley, D.M.G. was trained in North Wales, and, after a brief spell of leaching in Muswcll Hill, London, took a French degree at the Sorbonne in P,u·is. Further teaching experience followed at Tottenham Hale Central School, and then in 1925 she moved to Raine's to teach French and Spanish, later becoming Senior Mistress for a time. At the outbreak of the Second World War she went with the School to Hurstpierpoint, and at the end of that troubled period took a post in British Guiana, where she spent two happy years. Then followed a period at Codrington School, Barbados, where she soon became Acting Headmistress. But, neve,r a person to stay long in one place, she returned to Raine's, her connection with the School spanning altogether some twenty-five years. Miss Grnfton had a very large circle of friends with whom she kept in touch, visiting and corresponding with, among others, many old girls and boys and staff of the schools in which she had taught; also, through her membership of the Royal Commonwealth Society, she was able to meet or re-meet many friends from abroad. All of them will remember her as an excellent com panion, full of interest and humour, an amusing conversationalist and a sym pathetic listener with wise advice, if it was wanted. She was one of those changdess rocks, a great strength in this rapidly changing world; not that her outlook was old-fashioned - far from it. She always took great interest in the affairs of the day. We shall miss her greatly. She had a long and useful life, shared so enjoyably with us. Appreciations of D.M.G. I was enormously fond of 'Grafty'. It was she who first opened my eyes to the world at large when 1 accompanied her in a group to Paris in the New Year of 1938. 'Grafty' wrote the most delightful letters. Her last arrived on May 7th. She wrote about the folks at Hurstpierpoint, and about the cat, and it was highly amusing. Marie Pinkin

I am deeply sorry to hear of Miss Grafton's death. I shall miss her cheery and amusing letters in her lovely hand揃writing. I do wish I had seen her since May 1969, when we were all at the 250th Annivenary celebration, but somehow we never got round to another meeting. I admired her deeply and thought her a really wonderful person - she would not agree - she was too modest. She was already at Raine's when I went there in 1927, but I was not fortunate enough to be taught by her until I took Spanish in the Sixth Form. It was in out-of-school activities that I got to know her, and then in 'Hurst' - happy memories indeed. She will be mourned by her many friends, and I shall remember with gratitude that I was privileged to know her. Phyllis Popplewell

Mrs Clayborn (nee Armitage) 1904-1909 WITH, RECOLLECTIONS OF THE GIRLS' SCHOOL - 1905 - 1911 When I heard recently of the death of Mrs. Clayborn towards the end of 1974

I recalled how she appeared to me when as a sma'" Junior County Scholar,

I entered the school in Cannon Street Road in September. 1905. She was

young, with a mass of corn-coloured hair, blue eyes, pink complexion and

smiling expression. I thought of her as my Headmistress, but to be exact,

she was Chief Assistant Mistress.

Miss E. Violet Armitage, B.Sc., as she then was, proved to be an excellent

choice. She taught chemistry, physics, and botany my favourite among these,

for it included enjoyable excursions to Epping Forest.

The school was a happy, friendly place made cheerful by the Howers and

plants everywhere. It was dingy enough outside, but once inside we were in

another world. The small, competent staff of six or seven was sufficient for

the seventy or so girls so we were not overcrowded, but present day facilities

were missing.

I don't think we wore school uniform, but I recall vividly the first day we

appeared for our drill lesson in short navy pleated skirts with white blouses

and light and dark blue ties. We were very self-conscious about showing so

much of our legs although today's "minis" are a good deal shorter. This uni足

form was worn for hockey as well. Instead of berets we wore straw boaters

winter and summer and were given each year a new light and dark blue hat足

band with a school badge to be attached to the front. Occasionally even

Miss Armitage and Miss Foxon appeared wearing similar hats. On recognizing

our hats local children mockingly shouted after us "Raine's Bulldogs!" but

we regarded this as a compliment and later called the newly-fonned "Old

Girls' Club" by a new title "The Bulldogs". This was long before the incor足

poration of the O.G.C. as the girls' section when the O.R.A. was formed.

Two days in the school calendar used to stand ou t. On Ascension Day, after a service in St. George-in-the-East Church, we all assembled at school and , laden with food prepared in the kitchen, together with cricket bats, baHs and so on, we set off for a day's picnic in Epping Forest. The sun always seemed 21

to shine on these holidays so much enjoyed by the whole school. Another special occasion was Speech Day, held in St. George-in-the-East Town Hall. For this, all the girls wore white dresses. One of these gatherings was par足 ticularly entertaining. One of the School Governors, Mr. W. Wedgwood Benn, kept us all amused as he and another Governor, the Hon. Harry Lawson, J.P. (Conservative) exchanged witty remarks about their political views, thus enlivening the proceedings on a dull November afternoon. Miss Armitage was at Raine's for a comparatively short period but it was an important one and the beginning of a tradition leading to today's school, yet including something of the hopes and intentions of Henry Raine. In July, 1909, Miss Armitage left to be married to Mr. Clayborn, one of the masters in the Boys' School. He had been appointed Headmaster of a mixed secondary school in Cleckheaton, Yorkshire. To show our great regard for her we senior girls learnt in tricate patterns in drawn-thread work for embroidery on tray cloths, tablecloths, etc. which we gave her as wedding presents together with a very professional-looking wedding-cake made in the school kitchen. We were all very sad at losing her. Miss Grier succeeded Miss Armitage as Chief Assistant Mistress. It was in her time that we had the Board of Education General Inspection with several inspectors wandering around making notes for a whole week. I wondered how much the good report they gave us was due to the wonderful lunches we gave them. No effort was spared. We printed by hand the menus in French on cards each with a painted butterfly poised in one top corner. As waitresses, girls served various beautifully cooked dishes followed by cheese straws or cheese aigrettes and coffee. Miss White used to enjoy telling us that one girl thought "cafe au lait" was "coffee at last". So impressed were our visitors that they presented us with a charming rose bowl of green glass足 ware on an ebony stand. I remember accepting this lovely gift on behalf of the school. The praise should really have been given to Miss White under whose guidance it was done. The wedding presents as well as the refreshments for our parties were due to her help. Not only did she teach cookery and needlework bu t also did the shopping for the school dinners. Before school two girls would accompany her to Watney Street. They were often embarrassed by having to pick apples from the front of the fruit barrow to examine them for blemishes and also at having to hold all individual eggs to the light to test them. Still, the shopkeepers and fruitseller didn't mind, apparently. In fact, they gener足 ously gave us many good things for our Christmas parties, as we were good customers. These reminiscences should give some idea of life in Raine's Girls' School in those latter years in Cannon Street Road. The old building has long since gone, but we remember still and no matter what the future may bring mem足 ories will ever remain. E. May Grimes

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The Parents' Association The Parents Association continues to grow strong in members hip and this year I am happy to announce that owing to very successful Christmas and Derby draws and a better than ever Summer Fete our finances have reached an all-time re co rd. The requests received from the Staff were very few and made little difference to our capital. The Committee are aware of our promise to provide toilet facilities for the Sixth Form Centre and will fulfil this commitment providing the Governors consider that in the light of the Government's proposals in respect of education this will be a viable proposition. It is realised, that when these changes do come about, the Association may be called upon for many "bits and pieces" and we are, therefore, ensuring that we have sufficient capita'l avail ab le to meet any demand. On behalf of the Association, I should like to thank all the members of the Staff and School who have helped us throughout the year, and to all parents and friends who have supported our activities. D. G. Harrison (Chairman)

Old Raineians' Association Life has been far from peaceful during th e past year in the Old Raineians' Association. Very few weeks have passed by without something happening on behalf of the Association. Our task is to maintain a living link between past and present generations of scholars wherever they may be. We fulfill our aims by publishing newsheets and organising various social functions. During the course of the year we have held many functions including a Sixth form party, attended by 100 sixth formers and O.R's, an Old Boys' Supper, President's Party, Garden Pariy and two general reunions. We have attracted a considerable number of new members, many of whom have taken advantage of the Life Subscription. The Old Boys' Supper will Lake a different form this year and will, hence forth, be referred to as the Old Raineians' Supper. All members of the Association will be invited to attend and a scheme is in hand to reduce the cost by some 500/0. I trust that we will see many O.R's at the function in November. Our President this year is Mr. Frank Morris who was the Secretary for some thirteen years prior to my 'accession' in 1970. Frank has been a most active member of the Association and we wish him well during his year of office. I would like to Lhank Jan Mansfield, our Lady Preside nt, last year for the tremendous amount of work that she has done for the Association; without her enormous enthusiasm many of the functions would not have been half as successful as Lhey were. Recently, I met a lady who has two sons, one of whom went to Raine's, the other to another well know local Grammar School. The Raineian was not greatly successful at school and in fact left at the age of 15; the other son was very successful and went on to take his degree. The point of my story is that, in her own words,

"My greatest pride is that my son went to Raine's." She went on to tell me about the marvellous atmosphere of a happy and proud school, which she sensed the moment she walked through 'the well loved portal' . It is this pride, this atmosphere that make us all one family and you may rest assured that the Old Raineians' Association will continue to play its part in keeping the family together. Our most sincere thanks are due to Mr. Stanney, Mr. Spooner, Mrs. Rankin and Mr. White for the tre mendous help and encouragement that they have given us throughout the year. Ri chard Tillbrook Hon. Secretary

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The Griffins Venture Scout Unit The Unit has once again (Would you believe?) enjoyed a hectic and most successful year which has culminated in the presentation of five Venture Scout Awards. (Equivalent to the Duke of Edinburgh Silver Award). Consequently its membership has flourished and now stands at twenty . In just under a year the Unit has 'volunteered' its help in running a Cub Scout Pack, has been trained to cope with various emergencies at Shadwell Fire Station, and attended a two day torture course which was jovially entitled 'Training for Leadership'. We have been responsible for the organisation and running of the District Sports' Meeting (won by the School Troop) and the annual St. George's Day Service, which was held at St. Dunstan's and was attended by three hundred people. Needless to say, we have made our mark on the district and our services are very much in demand. Last September we enjoyed an away-day at mind-blowing, fast moving Herne Bay . . . . Honest! As a special treat the Unit was allowed to stay out late in order to visit the cinema once to see 'Robin Hood' and the second time to see 'Monty Python'. The main camp of the year was held at Dartmouth during the Easter holidays. Three groups took separate routes of 30 miles length across Dartmoor , spending the night on the moor. Nothing will be said of the group which took a wrong 'turning' and inadvertently ran into a Police car which ferried them back to base at 80 M.P.H. Incidentally, there is no truth in the rum our that Michael Vincent is bi-onic. Richard and Tony found an opportune moment to practise their first-aid on the unsuspecting victim of a car crash outside Newton Abbot Station . The unit is undefeated this year in sporting challenges (not because no-one has challenged us!) This year has seen the meteoric rise of the Griffins' Football team which has played eleven matches and won them all, scoring 81 goals. Challenges welcome. £85 was raised for the 150th anniversary of the R.N .1.1., £5 being donated by the staff, who discreetly advised us of the possible outcome of a certain five a-side match . In closing, we would like to thank Richard Tillbrook and all the parents and

friends who have helped us to organise activities and raise funds . . . . . . Thank you! The Unit

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[Venture Scouts at a jousting tournament at the Tower}

The Activities of the Secretarial Sixth During the Year 1974-1975 During our year in the Secretarial Sixth we have been on many educational and interesting visits to the City of London . These visits included tours of the Stock Exchange, the Bank of England, The Mansion House, the Guidhall, The City Business Library, The National Westminster Rank and the Old Bailey, amounting to twelve visits in all . I think I speak for all of us when I say that one of 'the most enjoyable visits was when Miss Hoskins kindly invited us to lunch at her Club, which is the University Women's Club. This visit aimed at showing us how to prepare a working lunch. When we arrived at the Club we met Mrs. Rankin and an American lady, Mrs. Riccardi, and we were later joined by Mrs. Lewis from the Stella fisher Bureau. We all had wine with our lunch, which was served by a young Chinese or Japanese gentleman. This was all very pleasant, but I don't think he could speak English very well because when some of us asked for red wine we were promptly served with white. But putting this aside, we all enjoyed our lunch very much. After lunch we were shown into the library where we talked and drank coffee for quite some time. Before leaving the Club we all searched around to see if we could find the secret room behind the panelling, and being the quick people that we are, we of course, found it immediately, and much to our surprise discovered a television. When we left it started to rain but this didn't put a damper on our afternoon, which we all agreed had been really interesting. We have all thoroughly enjoyed and greatly benefited from this year's course and we would like to express our thanks to Miss Hoskins for putting up with us and for giving us so much help. Pamela Andrews, VILJ

Gym Club Gym club is held after school on fridays during the two Winter terms. All girls in the second form and upwards are welcome. You do not have to be good at any kind of physical education to come to gym club, as many of us who go are not athletes but have improved since going there. Gym club also provides an opportunity to use much of the apparatus which is not used in P.E. lessons. Usually we have the apparatus out for most of the time, then sometimes we playa game for the last thirty minutes. You are very welcome, and there are refreshments afterwards! Alison Harvey, III M

Music and Drama Music Outings 1974-1975 The Music Department has offered a number of interesting visits to concerts during the year. To start the year off, members of the Sixth Form attended one of the Promenade concerts at the Royal Albert Hall, where they heard music by Beethoven, Lizt and Berlioz. Operas attended were 'Don Carlos' and 'Die Fledermaus' at the Coliseum, 'Albert Herring' at Sadlers Wells, and a concert of music by Tchaikovsky, which included '1812' and 'Swan Lake'. Members of the music groups went to an I.L.E.A. concert performed by the London Schools' Symphony Orchestra at the Royal Festival Hall. 'Die Fledermaus' by Strauss now seems to be an annual outing for members of the School and it is an operetta not to be missed. The Spring term saw the highlight of the music outings when members of the School went to another L.S.S.O. concert at the Festival Hall. Some also went to see outstanding performances of Bizet's 'Carmen' and Tchaikovsky's 'Swan Lake'. We were also treated to the jollities of Rossini's 'Count Ory'. A number of other concerts were attended during th.: term, and a large number of the junior school went to a concert given by handicapped children at Queen Mary College. I cannot conclude without mentioning that without the time and effort put in by Miss Jackson in getting the tickets for the various performances, some of us would never have heard such splendid music. I hope that we shall see more people at concerts next year. Martin Leonard, VI U

The Sixth-Form Theatre-going Society Although we have never formally organised a theatre-going society, it is clear that there is a definite interest in the theatre among members of the Sixth. In the course of the last year we have seen thirteen performances in all, each one adding something to our experience, if not proving to be a masterpiece. The English 'A' Level group attended matinees arranged by Mrs. Johnson, by courtesy of the I.L.E.A. In some cases, however, the audiences, consisting mainly of pupils from other schools, were not as appreciative as they might have been, and marred several good productions by bad behaviour. The plays we saw at the National Theatre were of a very high standard: 'Grand Manoeuvres' was very long and had an amazingly large cast, but was not at all dull; George Bernard Shaw's 'Heartbreak House' had a splendid set and the acting was excellent. The seats at the Old Vic are extremely comfortable and even the coffee is delicious! The same cannot be said for the Roundhouse Theatre where, accompanied by a fourth-year group, we saw 'Henry IV, Part 1 '. This proved to be a disastrous afternoon, with a rowdy audience, an expurgated play, and uncomfortable seats (affording a very poor view), lost among the rafters. The last matinee performance which we saw was The Crucible' at Aldgate's Curtain Theatre. I must admi t that none of us knew of the play's existence prior to our visit, but it proved to have a most interesting and moving plot about a witch-hunt in Puritan New England. Once again, unfortunately, we were distracted by a restless audience.

This problem of audiences does not arise when we attend evening perform足 ances. It is pleasant to be able to give the plays our full attention and we must thank lVliss Lewis for arranging such visits for us after school hours. The Young Vic is now like a second home to some of us, and all the perform足 ances we have seen there have been very lively. The first which we saw was 'The Englishman Amused', a very clever review of the progress of entertainment through the ages. The next play, 'The Life and Death of Tom Thumb the Great', was 'passable', but 'Macbeth' was very good indeed, although a little confusing because of the use of masks and the fact that three actors took the leading role! A great deal of emphasis was placed on the element of withcraft, and the set and music were very eerie. Another Shakespearean production, 'The Two Gentlemen of Verona', was more conventional. The play was a lighthearted comedy, and I am sure that we will all remember Crab, the dog, and 'Foolish Lover' . Our latest visit to the Young Vic was to see a display by touring Swiss mime artistes. As the programme stated: 'It is difficult to describe this essentially non-verbal spectacle in words'. There we leave the Young Vic and pass on to the Wes t End Theatres. Agatha Christie's classic, 'The Mousetrap' was a 'must' and you never will guess who did it! We also saw 'The Good Companions', a musical comedy, which most of us felt was held together only by John Mills' performance. It is the general opinion that 'Sleuth' is the best play we have seen so far - with superb acting, and a tense and fast-moving plot with an unexpected twist at the end. If you have not yet seen this play, we recommend that you do. One other performance which deserves to be mentioned is a 'one man show' which we attended at Tower Hamlets' School. This was based on 'The Canterbury Tales', both the original and modernised versions, and proved to be great fun as well as being educational. Once again, I should like to thank Mrs. Johnson and Miss Lewis for making our visits to the theatre possible, and in this I am sure that I speak on behalf of everyone in our 'theatre-going society'. Barbara Wilson, VI LJ

H.M.S. Pinafore In December, 1974, the Raine's School Operatic and Dramatic Society (alias the school choir plus anyone Miss Jackson could pressgang into helping) put on a production of "H.M.S . Pinafore" worthy of the D'Oyly Carte Opera Company. We shall now take a very serious and totally unbiased look at th e main characters. Ralph (or was it Rafe or was it, oh . . . . never mind!) was played with great finesse by Mr. Nice, who appeared by kind permission of the Peak Frean biscuit company. He did extremely well and made a true romantic successor to Mr. Copping, tackling the highest notes wi th great courage. Glynis Jenkins, who played Josephine, was only persuaded to take the part after she learnt that she would have to bear the full brunt of Mr. Nice's inflamed passion (admittedly the rifle which Miss Jackson had trained at her skull did add some weight to the request). Ri chard Tillbrook once again suffered from the tigh tness of his costume, bu t pulled his weigh t well (sorry!) and kept the performance together. John Chappell wore his ordinary clothes to school for once and would like you all to know that the operation was successful. Seriously, it must be said that it took at lot of courage to take over the female part from Sarah Powell at such short notice . We would also like to thank the other leading characters: Captain Corcoran Terry Chimes who played the side drum very well, Botswain - Mr. Wallis, Carpenter - Jim Varma, Cousin Hebe - Gillian Lamb, who would not take the part unless Richard Tillbrook played Sir Joseph, and Dick Deadeye Martin Leonard, who was suitably battered and bruised to fit the part. Mr. Blundell's experience as a docker helped much with the construction of the ship, which was perfect in every detail and we would like to thank him and Mr. Emes for taking so much time and trouble in designing and building the set. We would also like to thank Mrs. Auerbach for her work behind th e scenes especially for her help with make·up assisted by Susan Sykes and Ann Medlycott, and Miss Lewis for her quick·off· the-mark prompting for Terry Chimes. Of course we must thank Miss Jackson for hammering her way through the piece. But seriously without her help - and threats - we would not have been able to achieve anything. Finally, we would like to thank Mr. White for all the time he gave up so that we could put on this spectacular perform ance. Gillian Lamb, Sarah Powell Glynis Jenkins and Martin Leonard, VIU

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Art Department OUTSIDE VISITS 1974- 5 In mid-November, two separate visits wer e made (by third year groups) to see the "Autombile Art" Exhibition. This consisted of original poster designs, drawings, models, mascots, sculptures and illustrated books, mainly dating from the first quarter of the twentieth century. The timing of the Exhibition was convenient, as it linked with a class study of Transport themes. A group of Fifth and Sixth formers were invited to the London College of Furniture, Commercial Road, and were accompanied by Mrs. Rankin and Mr. Blundell. The wide variety of students' work came as a revelation to many members of the party. Among the Foundation Course work was the apparently simple mixing and grading of colour samples; this is, however, an essential part of the training for interior designers, decorators, and above all, those in tending to specialise in tex tiles and soft furnishings. One of the most fascinating areas of advan ced work was that which involved the students in making musical instruments such as violins, lutes and other traditional types. Not only were the students responsible for preparing the necessary working drawings, but they also selected, prepiu'ed, fashioned the wood, and carried out the final varnishing, polishing, and tuning. Perhaps the most popular visit by Fifth and Sixth formers was that on January 25th, when we were able to meet the artist Michael McInnerney in person at the Exhibition of his work at Whitechapel Art Gallery. The painter has a studio in the West Country, lectures at Bath Academy of Art, and was only attending the Exhibition on two dates. Among his many commercial designs were those produced for "Nova" and other magazines. His work is broadly surrealist in manner, and meticulously finished; his usual medium is gouache. Most of the Raine's visitors recognised the artist's record sleeve design which was on show in its original form, and a number if interesting questions were raised concerning the symbolism co ntained in this and many of his other works.

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Dancing in the grate;

Yellow are the buttered scones

Cooling on a plate.

Yellow is the colour

Of warmth and harmony,

Cosy winter evenings 足 Hot days by the sea.

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A Letter from Oxford Having completed my first year at Oriel College, Oxford, I now have time to look back over and reflect upon it fully. Aspects of life there which at first seemed strange to me, such as wearing a white bow tie, gown and mortar board for every examination, now appear perfectly normal, and those first few weeks when everything was strange and rather bewildering seem now to be a million miles away. The transition from school to university is not an easy one; admittedly, at school some of the onus of work lies on the pupil alone, but I found it difficult at university to adjust to a week of about six time-tabled hours, with the rest of my "free" time being devoted to academic work, of which everyone professes to do very little. Oxford offers plenty of activities to absorb one's spare time, too, one of the most popular being rowing, which I have tried and greatly enjoyed. Oriel was, of course, Head of the River in Torpids at Easter! I have been quizzed at Oxford countless times about my accent, and felt in the beginning a little sensitive to the fact that I was the only East End undergraduate in my college. Oxford suffers from a reputation of being dominated by snooty public schoolboys, but I have found it contains a cross-section of people from all races and classes, all of whom are very friendly. One of my most vivid (and frightening!) memories is of the occasion upon which a horde of my friends descended upon me, suitably clad in motorbike leathers, complete with Hell's Angel-type studs, the sight of which antagonised the porter so much that I thought I was going to be expelled in my first term! The image of Oxford is not complete without punting in straw boaters and playing croquet on the lawn, both of which I have tried and enjoyed immensely. Another aspect of Oxford about which I am often asked is the system of "scouts" employees of the colleges who wake up undergraduates in the morning and see to many of their needs, though I might add that they do not clean shoes. The eight-week Oxford term is short but packed full of activity; it is a world on its own, in which tradition still retains a firm foothold. I feel privileged to have been lucky enough to study there, and would like to take this opportunity to tbank Raine's generally, and Mr. Reffold and Miss Balls in particular for all the help they have given me. Jack Lowe

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Fieldwork GEOGRAPHY-GEOLOGY FIELD TRIP TO THE LAKE DISTRICT MARCH, 1975 We arrived at the Holiday Fellowship Centre, tired but excited after our first view of the spectacular mountainous scenery of the Lake District. The first day we donned our boots for a fourteen mile hike which took us up Watendlath Beck, a very picturesque stream in the mountains around Derwent Water, to study river patterns and glaciation. Mr. Croom's samples of rocks got bigger as we went along - there was, for example, the Bowder Stone ... but no one attempted to put that in a pocket! The following day we visited Ennerdale Water to study that region's geology and physical fcatures. Thursday was more strenuous. We climbed the Old Man of Coniston and certain people who shall remain nameless failed to reach the top. A search party was sent to look for them . Those of us who did get to the summit were faced with gale-force winds; but it was worth the magnificent view. The next day the party was split up. The geologists trudged to Carrock Fell to examine regional metamorphism whilst the Geographers did urban studies of Arnbleside. On our final day in the Lake District we left the Centre and travelled to Kettlewell, stopping to study limestone topography at Ingleton, which was very pretty and Trow Ghyl, which was very muddy. The trip was an experience which everyone enjoyed although we worked very hard. We should like to thank Miss jackson and Miss Webster for their patience with Mr. Croom! jillian Rood and Helen Sissons, VILj

FOURTH FORM GEOGRAPHY FIELD TRlP TO SOUTH WALES On 13th july, a party of nine fourth form pupils set off for Crickhowell, Breconshire with Mrs. Crump and Mr. Nice in the school minibus. We left at 10 o'clock and while Evel Knievel (Mrs. Crump) was speeding along the motorway and Mr. Nice navigating, we did a study of the route, which included urban land use in London, the site of Heathrow airport, a comparison between agriculture in the Thames valley and farming patterns on the chalk downs , and a traffic survey of the M4. We stopped at the Severn Bridge for lunch, then continued our journey - and studies - of the South Wales section of the route. Most of the afternoon was spen t in the Ebbw valley where we did sample studies of the mining village of Cwm and the steel works at Ebbw Vale. We arrived at the Youth Hostel in time for dinner then wal ked along the banks of the river Usk in the evening, avoiding the flies, cows and worse . .. The morning of Monday 14th was devoted to two river studies, the first in the rain near Crickhowell, the second in the Tal-y-Bont forest at a higher 37

altitude. After that came the promised "good, healthy climb" (we disagreed with the description) up the mountain Corn Dii, almost 3,000 feet high, its glaciated summit covered in cloud. That was a day which some of us will not forget! On our last day, Tuesday, two of our party celebrated their birthdays by washing up for everyone in the Youth Hostel. On the return journey we studied the urban sphere of influence of Abergavenny (on market day); then it was back to good old London with Mr. Nice bursting into song at intervals along the route. We were sad to leave Wales and would like to thank Mrs. Crump and Mr. Nice for three very enjoyable days. Terry Smallwood and Eileen Maloney, IVG

CA VING IN DEVON We left the school in the minibus with Miss Naylor driving. Much to our surprise we arrived safely at the 'William Pengelley Caving Centre', which was more like an old barn than a hotel. Our dormitory consisted of a few old mattresses on a wooden noor while on the side were a few old bunk beds. Bu t we were much too tired to worry abou t the state of the place . Owing to the extreme cold we dressed warmly for bed but some awkward customer decided to do a striptease, which was funny as well as quite embarrassing. Within half an hour we were all asleep - that is, all except for one unmen足 tionable person who decided to get down from her top bunk bed and go sleepwalking. On Saturday morning, equipped with boiler suits , torches and wellingtons we headed towards the caves. Vic was first to enter the cave and he helped us all down the first main shaft . We crawled along the never-ending tunnel into the main part of the cave, which , incidentally, was extremely dark and slippery. After about half an hour we found a convenient' stopping place to have a short snack. We all enjoyed the well-deserved rest after the climbing and sliding we had done. All of a sudden we heard a scream from behind; it was Mr. Hudson and Victor Hills sliding down a bank and straight into a stream at the bottom! After approximately an hour and a half down the cave we decided to make our way back to the entrance and then to the centre where we were staying. There we tried to cleam ourselves up but it was not very easy when we were caked with mud and had only freezing cold water in which to wash. The next morning, much to our disappointment, we had to return home. But luckily, this time, we had the cau tious driving of Mr. Hudson to help us on our way. We should like to thank Mr. Hudson and Miss Naylor for a very eventful and enjoyable weekend. Christine Smith, VI LC

The Devon caving party

The Volcano The great slumbering giant

Sitting on the island

Suddenly, without warning,

Bursts into life,

Causing landslides, earthquakes,

Tsunamis and fire,

Destroying everything in its way.

The lava pours down the flanks of this monster

Which will rule the island

Eternally.

Ian Crane, IW

School Journeys CAMPING IN WALES, WHITSUN, 1975 On May 25th. at 8.45 a.m., packed and ready, we set off for Wales. On the way there we made an unscheduled stop to let Steven Sims wipe a little something from his shoes as the smell offended Mr. Nice. We picked Miss Lewis up at her parents' home, and had tea with them before continuing on our way. We arrived at our camp site at 8.45 p.m ., receiving a hearty welcome from our first Welsh neighbour, old 'Ee-haw', the donkey in the next field. Our field contained a disused railway carriage, which we used as a kitchen, numerous clumps of nettles, several ant-hills, and a superb view of the coast, interrupted only by a quarry and an army firing range! Under Miss Jackson's supervision, we pu t up our tents in the pouring rain . Our washing facilities consisted of a workmen's hosepipe with a tap at one end. After supper by moonlight we all retired to our tents. Our week was spent visiting various places of interest in South West Wales. We explored Kidwelly Castle, saw the house where Dylan Thomas lived in Laugharne, and travelled to Saint David's where we succeeded in losing our-. selves returning from a cliff walk. . The trip to Llyn Brianne was quite eventful, and the scenery there was breath -ta king. We succeeded in upsetting Mr. Nice when we hid his clothes in a young pine forest and made him walk back to the mini-bus in his bare feet, wearing nothing but his shorts and Foster Grants - from whi ch he was quite inseparable. While on a two mile nature trail nearby we scrambled up to the cave of Twn Sion Cati - a sort of Welsh Dick Turpin - where Miss Lewis had a spectular slide down the rocks, but Mr. Nice was there to pick her up. At Tenby we sunbathed on the beach and some of us attempted surfing on Mr. Nice's board. Mr. Nice refused to share his 'Ambre Solaire', however, and Miss Lewis, resembling a modern-day Fred Flintstone in her beach robe, threw a handful of slimy seaweed over him as a punishment. On the only really wet day , unfortunately, we drove to Rhossili, on the Gower Peninsula, and saw Worm's Head at fairly close quarters. There we were attacked by a flock of sheep rampaging through the village, and made a new friend - Sam, a small dog. We enjoyed very fine weather at Manorbier and trekked across the cliffs to secluded Swan Lake Bay , where we sunbathed, played football with a local sheepdog, and Susan caught a gigantic crab 足 dead, fortunately! Our camp fire was hard work but quite a suc cess, with cider, wine for the privileged, and some interesting songs from Mr. Nice. Sunday came, and, bidding a fond farewell to old 'Ee-haw' and a girl named Dilys, whom Kevin Sharp will doubtless remember for a long time, we put on our gas-masks and returned to smog-filled London. Teresa Mussenden and Susan Mole, IVL

"Someone forgot his towell" Fourth years sunbathing at Tenby

Dovercourt Bay When all is as still as a statue,

And the sun has gone from the sky,

The sea gleams like an emerald,

And dusk just passes by.

Then the salty wind blows fiercely,

The gulls fly overhead,

Ho tels stand ou t like cas ties,

And guests are fully fed.

The ships stand still in Parkstone Quay

As if preparing for dawn,

While travellers think of the day ahead

And Germany in the morn.

The lighthouses stand out, unused 足 They seem so lonely there,

Too old to spread a needed light

And guide the ships with care.

Soon everyone is asleep,

The darkness ends the day,

Night creeps on at a steady pace 足 Midnight at Dovercourt Bay.

Denise Marshall, IIlF

Members of the Sicily party taking a shower in the Gorge of the

Alcantara

SICILY, EASTER 1975 A free second week's stay (because of over-booking by the air-line) and a temperature of 25°C on our arrival at Catania ensured that the holiday was a success from the start. During the fortnight, many trips were organized - one of the best being to the hill-top village of Savocca to see the embalmed bodies of local dignitaries of the seventeenth century. Another enjoyable excursion was to Mount Etna, where Peter lived up to his nickname of 'Horse' by carrying Mrs. Crump and Pamela across a wide expanse of slush and mud, to the delight of the snap-happy photographers. Other activities included visits to Messina, Taormina and Catania's famous fish market, wading up the gorge of the Alcantara, two games of football against the SiCIlians, and a few 'misunderstandings' with a certain waiter. The holiday was, indeed a complete success thanks to the efforts and organis ation of Mr. Everton, Mr. and Mrs. Crump, and Miss Lewis, whom I should like to thank for my new style underwear! Paul Martin, VL

War of the Weather First, the pale curls of ground mist, Like the bugler blowing his horn; And then they came The ghostly battalions of fog, Strong, threatening, prepared To do battle with the dying sun. They swirled about, filling the skies, Blocking the sun's rays, Strangling the light. Then, the Easterly winds brought reinforcements From the raging seas To secure the victory. Shelly Hurley, IIIW

SKIING, AUSTRIA, CHRISTMAS 1974 After a long-delayed journey we arrived in Pfunds. lVlany of us were placed in unheated rooms, with limited hot water, a "Kaput" fire, quite a way from the hotel to which we were later moved. The ski路slopes were lovely and provided a fine view if you managed to stand long enough to see it. We skied until lunch, when we would return to the hotel for a meal. Afternpons would once again find the brave ski-ing under the supervision of the "Push off Lady" instructor. Then back to the hotel for another meal and a game of "Guess the Soup". Evenings would find us downstairs in the Cellar, bowling at the Dangi, or drinking (coffee of course) at the Tirol. Gradually some people fell away [rom ski路ing and went bowling when the bruises became too great and numerous. 'We were, however, sad to leave our beloved P[unds but we will never forget the return train journey, when we nearly saw the "General" get on a wrong train, and when we were amused with "Uncle Tom's" version of "Me and My Shadow", and Lisa's impersonations of members of staff. We should all like to thank the members of staff who made our holiday so memorable: Mr. Nice, for his help in speaking German and providing a hand to hold when an ankle was badly sprained; Miss Jackson, for organising the holiday and showing us how ski路ing should be done; Mr. Billington, for getting our tickets on Christmas Eve, ski-ing instruction, and singing; Mr. Jacob, for eating our meals; and last but not least Miss Naylor and Miss Linnett, for providing us with laughs - although not always intentionally, and proving a holiday is what you make it! Deborah Hobbs, IVL

The Ice-s'k aters Swiftly, softly, they almost fly.

Their boots slice the solid ice

As they swing into action.

Spinning into life

They twirl like wheels,

Spitting ice as they go,

Moving like birds,

Their arms like wings

Fluttering in the air,

Finishing with one graceful sweep.

Ian Crane, IW

A Letter from Singapore

There is much to catch the eye at first glance, for everything is 'larger than life'; the vegetation is a powerful green quite unlike England's native flora, with the exception perhaps of the holly-leaf; the insects merely enormous and so, so colourful: they are almost too much really. I work in Indonesia, a young country of islands covered generally with frankly monotonous jungle (as seen from aeroplanes and helicopters) wherein I imagine a truly fabulous wildlife flourishes. I have wandered, on a couple of occasions, into this dark denseness but save for leeches and mosquitoes, the wildlife is extremely shy. In tbis, the people in Sou th路East Asia are similar and I have found it very difficult to find even situations where I might actually make more than superficial contact with them. They appear to be a most exclusive race and would, I'm sure, bar the door to most 'outsiders'. Quite recently I went alone on a coach tour to Malaysia, the initial purpose being to survey this very varied country so that I might later return to selected parts. I was the only European on the bus, with thirty seven Chinese faces eyeing me very warily at first. I enjoyed the tour tremendously; not only did it accomplish its purpose, but also it gave me an unexpected and very welcome insight into a fairly varied cross-section of Singapore's Chinese community. It was a bit like a coach-tour to the Isle of Thanet towns around the coast of Ken t. I deligh ted in this tongue-in-cheek analogy! As a resul t of this brief holiday I can now handle chop-sticks like a native and eat rice with them almost quickly enough to get indigestion. As a people the Chinese seem very hospitable to their guests - I live with a Chinese family who, I still swear, are exceptional - and can be most humble and generous. They will not be cheated or deprived of what they migh t consider due to them; that is to say, they will go aU-out to get 'theirs' and 111 that blind rush those who do not kick and shout are merely silly in their eyes. They will not trust another at his word, and it irritates me to see them inconsiderately scrambling onto a bus as a simple example: 'survival of the fittest, and never mind the old lady with a walking stick'. In this the females are apparently worse: a Chinese lady will ger her money's worth of you - of that you may be sure! Singapore, as an international city, affords its fair share of the new 'liberated woman', but the Chinese ones seem a little lost with all this, perhaps as a result of the centuries of Chinese males taking their numerous wives and concubines and the ladies apparently wanting to feel inferior. Their beauty is exquisite. With the Indonesian people I have had kss contact. They are physically beautiful race, tbe men as much as the women, but it seems they have had their 'standard of living' 'raised' by Americans, and superficially they exhibit some of the worse facets of western society, materialism and 'don't trust your neighbour' being the foremost. My job, on oil rigs in secluded clearings in the Borneo Jungle, continues to draw only slightly on my knowledge of geology. As I am on-shift now, you wiU discern the absorbing nature of my employment! I am considering changing, but this one gives me so much time for reading and writing, I admit I'm a little loath to give it up. I suppose that 'professionally' I am

wasting my time, but everyone else seems mu ch more concerned about my professional career th~n I am. I should very much like a small farm in Europe, but that's not the end of it : travel, I foresee, will playa large part in my fu ture. The 'where' doesn't seem to be important at all, but the movement, it appears, is. I don't mean travel by means of aeroplanes and trains and fast cars and things - that's no good; might as well stay at home; rather a slow, intermittent motion by whi ch one might delight in new faces and enjoy them sufficiently before moving on again. Eric Farley (Old Raineian)

"Tropical Scene" from an oil painting by Reginald Gurjar, IVS

Those Men in Lincoln Green Robin Hood was their leader,

Little J ohl1, their Hercules,

They lived in Sherwood Forest

Playing havoc among the trees.

Will Scarlet and Alan A'Dale,

Both marksmen of great fame,

And a plump and jolly ch urchman

Friar Tuck was his name,

Maid Marian, Robin's sweetheart,

Fairer maid was never seen,

These were Robin's merry men,

His men in Lincoln green.

Each day, they'd go a robbing

The rich, to feed the poor,

The kind of romantic heroes

We don't find any more,

The kind who'd rescue damsels

In the stories children are told,

Who retained the spirit of their youth

Yet had the wisdom of the old,

Whose presence was always felt

Though they were rarely seen,

These werc Sherwood's brave young men,

I ts men in Lincoln grecn.

Once more, the Government vultures

Make our poor their prey,

Only now we have no heroes

To come and save the day.

They bleed us with high prices,

Inflation's at its worst,

The country's one gigantic bubble

That's just about to burst.

Never in aU our history

Have this country's poor been

In more dire need of Robin

And his men in Lincoln green!

Teresa Mussenden, IVL.

The Spirit of the Birch Tree Hundreds of years ago, when England was covered in forests and woods, and knights were riding to the Holy Wars, there lived the Spirits of the Trees. They were tall, graceful creatures with a gentle nature; by day they would stay in the trees; in the evenings they would leave their homes and assemble in the grassy glades of th e forests. Each tree spirit had a special quality which could be given to man. The Spirit of the Oak had the gift of stability of the spirit and o f the mind; the Ever足 green Spirit had the gift of Long life, and Spirit of the Willow had the gift of tears, in order that the soul may be cleansed. In the centre of England grew a thick, almost impenetrable forest. In the centre of the forest the trees grew so quickly that it was difficult to tell whether it was day or night but in the very centre of the forest was a grassy glade where the chosen spirits would meet. Where there were large forests and wood, a spirit would be elected to represent each species of tree. and when they held meetings the spirits of the forests had their views put forward by their representatives. These representatives were very wise. In this glade sat a solitary spirit in deep thought, her name was Truth, the Spirit of the Birch tree. She was so deep in though t she did not notice the creatures of the forest preparing for the night; she did not see the wild flowers bowing their heads to the earth; she did not see nightfall coming. She just sat there thinking. Soon she would have to leave the forest again. how could she have been so foolish? Banished! Banished from her home. yet her punishment had been justified; she should have listened to their advice. After all. they had been righ t. She thought back to that first day, when she had been awoken by laughter and chee rful voices. The sun had been shining and summer was already beginning to make its appearance. A group of men and women were coming through the forest and they had stopped at her tree and sat down beneath the shady branches and talked. They talked abou t stag hunting. the King's grand birthday ball. jousts and family quarrels. Truth. who had lived all her life in the quiet, secluded forest , was fascinated. She imagined a different world of laughter and gaiety. of friendly people. freedom to do as she wished, to do the things she could do which were not permitted in the forest. After the humans had gone, instead of going back to sleep. sh e dreamed on, trying to imagine this wonderful world. That night she met some of the other spirits in one of the glades but she appeared to be elsewhere and was rather subdued; she was still thinking of the gay world the humans had talked about. More and more she began to think about the world of the humans. She would stay awake during the day, hoping the humans would return and sleep at night; she became obsessed with the human life. She began to feel restric足 ted by the laws and conventions of the forest. She no longer went to the glades to meet her friends; the peacefulness and serenity of the forest b egan to annoy her; she began to hate the tree in which she lived. She thirsted for a human existence. One night she had gone to the glade and when questioned by her friends she had told them what the humans had said of the wonderful world which lay beyond the forest. Her friends were aghast at what she was saying and when she had left, went to the representatives of the forest. They told them of Truth's yearning and asked them to talk to her and make her see reality. She

had been sent for and admonished but the representatives had been kind, explaining that the world was not as she imagined it, that it was cruel and harsh, as well as gay. Only the rich could afford to live as she had imagined and there were not as many rich people as there were poor. She had the immortality humans craved for, would she forfeit that for a few years of gaiety? She had laughed at them. What did they know about the world? She knew more than they did abou t the world beyond and she had refused to believe them. They had sadly smiled at her and shook their heads. She would have to learn the hard way - she was to be banished from the forest for five years. She could return after five years if she wished, but she could not return with her foolish ideas; she must face reality first. She had been happy - her dream had come true. It was a year since she had left the forest and her dream had been shattered but she had learnt a great deal during that year. In a way she was grateful to the representatives for sending her away to make her face the truth. She had begun to learn about hate and wars, greed and selfishness. As each day passed with a new lesson being learnt, she began to look forward to returning to the quiet, conventional, beautiful forest she called home. A noise made her sit up and look around the glade. It was growing dark; she must leave before the spirits awoke; after all, she should not have returned for four years. When she had first arrived, she had asked herself what she was doing here; now she knew. She would leave a message for the representatives. She would tell them that now she knew they were right, she would be returning to the forest but for the next four years she would roam the countryside trying to spread truth. When she left the glade her disappointed, heavy heart had become light. Before leaving she paid a visit to her tree, her home, and then set off with a smile on her face. Hazel Paul, VA

The Lion The sleek dark shape

Lying by the tree,

Sitting like a Sphinx

Rather proudly!

It stretches out its legs;

Then raises its paws,

Opens up its mouth,

And suddenly roars!

Ian Crane, IW

The Beautiful Island Imagine a small island in the shape of a horse-shoe, situated in the depths of a peaceful ocean, the sun beating down on the tall coconut trees which shade the serene natives of the island from the tropical sun. When your mind has produced this picture of serenity, keep it there, for if you ever come to the wonderful 'Costa d'Isle of Dogs' you will need some comforting. Our imaginary ocean is that beautiful River Thames, made even more attract足 ive to tourists by tin cans and paper bags, sometimes even a drifting arm or leg can be spotted from the muddy shores! In some places (usually the docks), the Thames reaches a record-breaking width of up to about three feet. Of course, there is more magnificent scenery to be found (somewhere nearby) . For instance, if you go the the right place with a pair of binoculars you can spot Pudding Hill, the highest point in Greenwich Park, but that is only for those who are prepared to tramp through the backstreets of factory land! There are also many historical monuments, my house being one of them . The old blocks of flats and the bridges seem to bring to the older people memories of the war. In fact, there are many air-raid shelters on what is known locally as the 'Mud Chute' and it is suspected that there are still some unexploded bombs on the site. That is the exciting part of our little island! The natives of the area carry out some very weird rituals - they have been known to dance about in the roads thus stopping traffic from coming on to the island and stopping it from going off the island, in order to better the transport facilities. Once a year, for the past six years, they have been per足 forming a very special ritual called the Island Carnival in which the younger of the natives dress in silly clothes and sing customary songs such as 'Maybe It's Because I'm A Londoner', and during that week there is a tribal com足 munion, called 'a dance', football matches - usually men versus women, a 'pram race', and a young lady is elected as the 'Island Queen'. There is not much scope for entertainment, but there are many public houses, nineteen to be precise, which all have their own atmosphere. Not all of these, however, will suit the sightseer. Transport here is quite substantial, providing the commuter gets to the bus足 stop at the right second of the right minute of the right hour and then manages to stop the bus. H you seem discouraged by this and wish to travel some other way - there is no other way! There are two types of buses, however, a '277' and a '277H', but if you ever do manage to trap one of these buses and get onto the island, make sure that the transport workers are not liable to strike, because if they do, you will be lost to the world forever! Christine Oxley, VG

The Last Dog The labrador lay in the shade, trying to stop the burning. The radiation had made most of its hair fall out; the same radiation had also made it vomit twice since it woke up. The dog looked round: windows and doors were smashed, people lay dead in the streets. Slowly, the dog stood up and walked a few paces to where a man lay. A clry tongue came out and licked the man's face; even though his master was dead the clog would not leave him. It was the first time the dog had moved for three days.

The dog was being walked when there was a brilliant, almost blinding flash. It was the first bomb to hit the city. There was a terrific noise as the radio足 active particles were dispersed. People dropped, and those who did not die immediately died a couple of days later. A gust of wind brought the dog back to the present. A door banged and a newspaper blew across the street. It read: "IS THIS THE END?

N ow into its fifth week

the war spreads to the

Southern Hemisphere."

It was one of the last papers to be published. A sudden spasm shook the dog. Weak, exhausted, it lay down and died, not knowing that it was the last living creature ever to inhabit the earth. John Godfrey, II F

Firework Display By the blazing, crackling bonfire Children gaily gather round, Screaming, dodging, running, laughing, As the fireworks abound. See the Catherine-wheel a-spinning, See the fountain's coloured shower, See the rocket's bursting splendour, Hear the banger's deafening power. On this nigh t we arc together Round the fire hot and brigh t, Warm and safe and snug and happy On another Guy Fawkes' night. Jacqueline Davy, IIF

People in Politics Righ t Honourable Harold, present Prime Minister,

Smokes his pipe and looks rather sinister.

He speaks to the crowd with smug recollections

Of the last few general elections.

Mrs Thatcher, the 'with-it' queen

Causes a stir wherever she's seen;

Especially in the club for 'men only',

The lady leader was never lonely.

Mr Thorpe, so calm and collective,

Always has just one objective;

Very much the country squire,.

Stomping around in the mud and the mire.

That old-time favourite, Mr Heath,

Made famous by his flashing teeth,

Has recently received a shock defeat

And, for a time, must take a back seat.

Karen Gray, IF

Fog As I walk along the old, dusty country lane, on my way home from school, the sun suddenly disappears behind a huge cloud of fog. Haunted shadows begin to faint in the gloom of this thick, dirty, lifeless and hapless mist. Like a mystical animal it completely consumes a half broken branch from the old elm on the hill nearby. All the trees are changed from their different shades of brown into dark silhouettes. All is quiet now; the song of the blackbird has ceased; the sound of the wind has fallen to a whisper, and everything is still, but only sleeping. Twigs bar the path along the lane as if they are the eternal guardians of this smali part of England. I assume that the time is about half past four, although, judging from the appearance of the day, it seems as if it is almost midnight. Home is not very far away now. I can hear a few muffled voices as I approach my house. Now and again I stumble into some small trees and bushes. Leaves brush my face, and, as if I am blind, I can hardly see anything. Nearing home I can just see the smoke from a fire coming from a chimney, but there is no doubt about the smoke when it searches down my throat, making me choke and splutter; it seeks my eyes also, causing them to water. Home is very close now, but it seems as if there are miles to go until I reach it - comfort and home, the things which one dreams of when out on a cold, foggy winter~s night. Peter Clarke, IIW

Guildford Cobbled streets and modern shops Surrounded by hills with a cathedral on top, With an atmosphere all of its own, This is Guildford, my favourite town.

Spread around the cathedral is a university,

Education spoiling religion it seems to me,

While further down in the middle of the town

The River Wey flows to the sea.

The streets are paved with history,

Besides the cobbles you can also see

A castle lingering, but gradually crumbling,

A school built in Edward VI's short rule

And some almshouses which open their doors

To all and sundry of Guildford's poor.

The people are happy bustling round the town

In shops, out shops, Jeffrey's passage down,

And if it's thought that their accent is funny

For a townload of people who are natives of Surrey,

That's because Guildford is a "Little Wales"

And its exiles speak the language of the "Cymru" vales.

Under the clock of the old Guildhall,

A band sometimes plays for one and all

And as its tunes echo round the hills

The town with beautiful sound it fills.

Julie Dawkins, II1F

Salisbury The great Cathedral, mighty and majestic,

Roofed by a cloudless blue sky,

The sun shining so brillian tly

Through the spires that reach up high.

How free you feel

Running through the trees outside,

Catching glimpses of the Cathedral,

The sun in your eyes.

T he world is yours 足 And what a beautiful world it can be,

So exciting, so hard to understand 足 And yet, so mu ch to see!

Keith Foord, II1F

The Spirit Janet Sterling lived an ordinary life in an ordinary town. She was just another London teenager whose parents were either too busy working or arguing ever to tal k to her. Janet had just come home from school and was sitting, watching the tele足 vision as she did every night. Her mother was standing in the middle of the room ironing. "I wish something exciting would happen around here", said Janet dully. "N ever mind dear," said her mother. "I'll go upstairs to my room then mum, all right?" !lYes dear." Janet went up the stairs, and her mother carried on ironing as if not a word had been said. Janet felt miserable. When she got in her bedroom she sat on the window-sill in the dark, looking down onto the lamp-lit street. She kept saying to herself, "It's so boring in this part of the world; nothing exciting ever happens." Then a cold shiver ran down her spine and a strong wind started to blow but she didn't know where it was coming from. She turned around, and a white figure stood before her; she didn't really feel afraid but still made no attempt to go ncar it. Then the figure spoke in a gentle voice. "Janet, I've come to show you the excitement you think you are missing. Come, take my hand." Janet took the spirit's hand even though she felt as if she was grasping air. The room spun around her but she didn't feel dizzy. Then she found her足 self in a Belfast street. On one side of the road were women and children rioting and on the other side there were soldiers with guns. The soldiers were shooting at people trying to break through the barriers and children were getting in the way of the shots. Janet begged the spirit to take her somewhere else, so it did. She found herself in San Fransisco on a once-busy street. The spirit had taken her back in time, and she was on the scene of the San Fransisco earth足 quake. Suddenly the earth around her started cracking; buildings collapsed and people fell down huge cracks in the ground: others screamed and ran in all directions - it was a terrible sight. Again Janet asked to go somewhere else. Now she was on the Titanic. She knew exactly what was about to happen to all these cheerful people but what could she do to help? Then the ship hit the iceberg: people were screaming, children crying, everybody ran to the life boats. and families were separated as people jumped into the cold, deep water. Of all three this was the worst sight. Janet asked the spirt to take her home_ Soon the ship had disappeared, and she found herself safe and secure in her own room. The spirt had gone but she heard its voice. "J anet, now that you have seen what is going on and has gone on in the world, you shouldn't feel bored with life. Live every minute as if it were your last. Every time you feel life is drab, think of what you have seen." The voice faded and the room became silent. Janet sat down wondering if it had been a dream. "Thank you, spirit':' she whispered. "You have opened my eyes to life." Angela Fitzgerald, IIS

Too Late It seems to me, it's sad to say,

That the technology of this modern day

Is maiming the body of Mother Nature,

Affecting the lives of every creature,

For they are dying one. by one

At the hand of a man with a deadly gun.

The man, a scientist, the gun, his mind,

His aim, to help the cause of mankind.

He can't see he's killing his own breed

By polluting the air which we all need.

The world is destined for disaster,

Driven there by Greed, our master.

That's when Man will feel remorse,

It's too late now to change our course.

John Tompkins, IVL

The Highwayman The highway man in the shadows stood,

In the dark and eerie, quiet wood

Pistols in hand, mask on his face,

Streaming black cloak and ruffled lace.

Down the road came a lurching coach,

He drew out his pistols as he saw it approach,

"Stand and deliver!" was his fearful shout

As he ordered the terrified passengers out.

They handed over their gold and rings,

Sparkling jewels and precious things,

Then with a laugh he rode off through the night

Leaving the woods in darkness and quiet.

Jane Durrell, IF

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Evening The time is nine o'clock on a warm summer's evening. I watch as the sun slowly sets behind a hill in the distance and see the beautiful colours it leaves in the sky. The birds cease their singing and the night-shift is taken over by the owl, who sleepily wakes up and begins to hoot softly. The leaves of the trees shuffle in a gentle breeze and the cornfields gradually disappear as the sun drops slowly behind the hill . The sky is brilliant with (olour, as if the flowers reflected their glory in the night sky. An old collie runs behind his equally old master, as he takes his old friend for a walk before the sun finally disappears. As it gets darker the small timid animals begin to come out. A rabbit flashes across a field and disappears amongst a clump of bushes. A badger slowly rises from his sett and walks around, a sharp noise, and he vanishes again. A fox makes his way to the nearby farm thinking of the chickens he will catch for his supper. The sun has set now and sleeps until the dawn, when it will rise again and start on its long journey across the sky. The bright full moon takes over and lights the way for strangers travelling along the road of nigh t, like a lantern burning brightly in the vast black sky. One by one the stars appear, shining brilliantly. The wind blows gently and the trees move quietly, rustling their leaves and then settling down for a while to sleep. Everything is calm and quiet except for the hoot of the owl and the occasional cars travelling along the country lane, taking their tired passengers home. The wind blows harder and an ocean of clouds creeps across the sky, hiding the stars and dulling the light of the moon. The air becomes colder and it begins to rain. The peace of the countryside has gone and the sound of the rain can be heard pattering on the window frame. The tranquillity has gone and it is time to draw the curtains and go to bed. Gillian Clarke, IVL

Never Play with Fire Looking back on that evening now, I really believe my young cousin David is responsible for the terrible happenings of the last few days. I could have prevented everything. The few people I have told of my fears disagree with me here, saying it is easy to be wise after the event; that I shouldn't reproach myself; that it was fated to happen. But I know I should have seen that it would get out of control sooner or later and been firmer with him . The story of that evening I have recorded here, partly because I think the truth should be known, partly because my mind will, perhaps, rest slightly more easily for the telling of it to the world.

The Nag's Head was a good ale house, one of the best in London. It had just about everything - good ale at good prices, lots of pretty girls and a friendly atmosphere. In fact that was where I first met my fiancee, Jane, and there we spent a great deal of time together. It grieves us both to think our favourite ale house is no more.

It was the first day of September and young cousin David's birthday, a good excuse for a drink together at The Nag's Head. The ale flowed fr eely and as our tongues loosened we talk ed about many things, in fa ct David was the first to hear of my engagement to Jane. (I had meant to ke ep that a surprise, but Nag's Head ale doesn't believe in secrets) . For his part he told me many interesting t ales, and he talked of his obsession with fire . Fire was power, he said, power that anyone could have very easily indeed. I' d never really thought about fire before; to me it was something you were wary of and treated with respec t. It kept people warm and so on, but wasn't something you made your hobby.

But cousin David had gone even further than making it a hobby: it ruled his whole life, he told me. The way he described fire was uncanny: he spoke eagerly of hungry, crac kling, licking flames that would consume almost any路 thing; he told of how fire could start from a spark and turn into an inferno, destroying all the time. Fire was so different from anything else , he said. For a fire to exist it needs fuel, but it destroys this fuel in using it and the result is a constant search by fire for fuel. It seemed to me that in saying a fire searched for fuel he credited it with a mind of its own. I told him this. Imagine my surprise when h e calmy agreed that not only did fire have a mind, but this mind was far superior to our OWIl. Now I know that the ancients worshipped fire as a god, but to think 'of somebody doing the same in this modern day and age was something I just couldn't accept. Again I told him I couldn't believe what he was saying, that he must be drunk from the ale. "Cousin John, I do not get drunk on ale. Only fire makes my head dizzy, for the more I see of that the more I want." He went on to tell me of how he lit a fire in the courtyard of his house every day, and drew power, (so he reckoned), from that fire into his body. The bigger th e fire the stronger he became. By that time I knew he was obviously drunk and helped him home. "One of these days, David, you'll go too far with your c ourtyard fires, you'll get yourself burnt, and finish up in Hell!" As I think back on those words now I can recall the look in his eyes. It is the same kind of look I have in my eyes when I think of Jane, one of adora路 tion. But I didn't really pay it much attention at the time. I was having a lot of trouble getting him up the stairs to the room which, as an apprentice, he rented over the King's baker's house in Pudding Lane.

The Great Fire of London burned from September the second to the sixth, in the year of Our Lord, 1666. John De'Ath, VlU

"Sea Shells" 足

plaster sculpture by a group of IVG pupils

Why? Why does the sea

Rush to the shore?

Why does the wind

Blow more and more?

Why does the moon

Shine so bright?

Why does the sky

Grow dark at night?

All of these things

I cannot see,

That's why I ask 'Why?'

Please tell me!

Carol Maloney, IW

Colour In Nature Nature, unfortunately, is often taken very much for granted when, in fact, it should be observed and studied as much work has been put into our surroundings by Mother Nature. Practically everything that breathes has been given some kind of beauty: the fly its silver-spun wings, the spider its ability to weave its intricate web. But perhaps nature's greatest gift to the world has been its gift of colour. Everywhere wc look we can see colour: colour in the blue of the sky, setting off the whiteness of the clouds; colour in a leaf with its different shades of green; even colour in the sharp thorny thistle. Little things that pass by without being noticed. Nature has not given animals colour purely for beauty; colour is essential to some animals if they are to survive. The butterfly is perhaps one of the loveliest creatures alive, with its delicate body and paper-thin wings which look as if some great artist had picked up his brush and gently painted a masterpiece on them. But once the butterfly alights on a flower and becomes still, a passing person could only see this butterfly if he looked closely at the at the flower. In this way the butterfly is protecting itself. The lion has its golden fur and mane so that it can hide in the sun-scorched grasses of Africa; the leopards have their polka dot coats for camouflage, and the stick insects are long, tapering and dark; the image of a stick! Colour in animals is not always for camouflage; many birds such as the peacock, with his fan tail of turquoise feathers, studded with emerald green staring eyes, his preened body and his majestic head complete with crown, have abundant colour which is not needed for camouflage, but for display in the mating season. Flowers have also a need for colour: they usc the colour to attract the insects they need in order to survive. When one sees fields and fields of different coloured tulips, or a field full of wild flowers, the full beauty of nature can be seen. The pale pastel colour of the pansy, the serene white beauty of the lily; flowers are given different characters by their colours. My favourite time of the year for seeing colour in nature is Autumn. It is a marvel to watch the leaves gradually turning to their golds, oranges, yellows and browns. The trees are ablaze with colour, each leaf an individual rainbow, each tree an individual fire. Mini sunsets can be seen all day long, giving the world a warmth to carry through the winter until the green freshness of spring arrives. From the examples mentioned one can imagine the blaze of colour there would be if all the anima'ls and flowers of the world were bought together. So perhaps it is time we should begin to look and see because there is so much beauty we are missing through not taking the time to observe it. Hazel Paul, VA

Thoughts of Autumn When I think of autumn

I think of rustling leaves

Swishing and swirling on the ground

And jumping in the breeze.

They make pretty pictures

With golden, rusty colours,

The leaves are much nicer

In the autumn than the flowers.

When I think of autumn

I think of corn and wheat,

Sugar路beet and barley,

The harvest that is reaped.

When I look out in the morning

I see pearls on the grass,

They are really dew drops

Which shine just like glass.

When I think of autumn

I think of the hunting season,

Where men go after foxes,

Without a rhyme or reason.

When I think of autumn

I think of the birds who are leaving,

To go to other countries

Where the sun is a little more pleasing.

When I think of autumn

I think of all these things,

The colours that surround it,

The beauty that it brings.

Amanda Malpass, IF

Folkestone The lights twinkle from the Leisure Hall

As the music heralds the start of the Ball,

Ladies alight, wearing precious jewels,

Dresses of silk and lacy shawls.

It's New Year's Eve, 1905,

The town of Folkestone comes alive,

People have travelled from Dover and Hythe

To celebrate the year about to arrive.

Nicholas Beeson, IIIF

Portobello Road Have you been to the market lately,

On a Sa lurday, in London town,

Where such very funny people

Shuffle up and down?

You can wear whatever takes your fancy,

Your nigh tie, or Gran's old dress,

Or buy yourself a fur coat

For a pound or less!

The stall are filled with treasures,

All sorts of Victorian things,

Long silver watch-chains,

Carved whatnots, old jet rings.

Will you come to Porto bello Market?

Will you meet me at the Old Treasure Chest?

I'll treat you to lunch from a barrow,

Come along, be my guest!

Karl Schwarz, IrS

"Veteran Car", by Diana Taylor, [At

My Kind of World A world that's free, From war and hate, A world that's full Of peace and love, A place of beauty Of large green fields, A place of wonder Of unknown things, Free from drugs, Free from sin That's an ideal world For a child to live in. A world without theft A world without fears, A world where no one Need shed any tears. No more lies And no more killing A life of happiness That's very fulfilling. Pat Bryant, VA

P. Van路Der路 Velde, 1M

Remorse The early morning sun shone giving a false impression of heat. The young girl left her cabin, and walked quickly across the farm. The air was very crisp. The early morning dew on the trees glistened, reflecting many different colours. A thin layer of frost covered the farmhouse roof, and shone like a newly polished mirror. As she walked she beat her hands together, and blew on them to keep herself warm. Her breath was visible and she could feel its warmth, as its mist mingled with the air. She carried on towards the edge of the woodland, taking deep breaths, as if breathing were a new experience, and enjoyed every moment of it. She felt very contented: her new farm was prospering; she had ~ever been happier. Suddenly her eyes caught sight of the bush. She could see something moving in it. She moved slowly and quietly towards it. It must have sensed her coming and hurried away. She followed on, and then a loud, screeching scream pierced her ears. The girl ran towards the sound. She froze in her tracks at the hideous sight that confronted her. A small deer was caught in one of the traps that she had been advised to lay. It was screaming with pain and fear. The deer's eyes were almost popping from its face, as the excruciat足 ing pain shot through its body. Its foot was almost separated from the leg. There was no way to free it. The deer was too weak to move its leg, even if the girl had been able to open the trap, and she could not do both at once. She decided the only thing to do would be to free it from pain by kiHing it. She ran back to the farmhouse for a rifle, with the sound of pain in her head all the time. By the time she reached the door again, it seemed dead, but she shot it just the same to make sure. As she walked back to the farm she knew she would never be able to use a trap again, and would never forgive herself for doing so. She looked around, the sun still shone, everything looked the same, but now the atmosphere was heavy, and empty. It was eight o'clock - time to feed the chickens. Maria Daniels, VA

Night Duty The starched skirts march calmly

Through the dim wards

Awake to the sleeping pain,

The patient, dying hoards.

A cool palm wipes a dreaming brow,

The nightmare's prelude to living hell.

Then hushed whispers from capped heads

Discussing love and making beds.

Kathleen Burke, VA

The Retreat For many years the cliffs facing the east side of the island had been deserted by all save the birds. Every ledge held an array of nests. These路 were the homes of gulls' eggs and, later, young birds learning how to fend for them颅 selves. Near the top of the cliff, plants growing from niches in the rock covered a small opening. If one dared enter into that patch of darkness, one would find a small room hollowed out of the soft stones, a room with a hard floor and a gleaming ceiling of crystals. Along one side ran a narrow ledge bearing evidence of a previous owner, and underneath was a small, ancient bed of bracken covered with one solitary, dusty blanket. The must smell haunted every nook and cranny and a green slime covered the uneven walls. The previous owner had been a hermit, a philosopher, who, disgusted with a hate-ridden world, had taken one step whieh could lead him out of it. From that day on he gave up all modern luxuries and conveniences, thus isolating himself from a small part of the technology which had eliminated a great deal of man's culture, and had shed the blood of many innocent people. His days were filled with study and a struggle to survive against hunger and cold. The birds were his only companions, except for a visitor in a small launch who came every three months to check on him and make sure he was not ill. Then came the time when the boat arrived to find the old man seriously ill. He was rushed to the mainland for treatment, which saved his life but left him a helpless invalid. His cave and meagre possessions were left behind to grow old and dusty in the solitude. The island was turned into a bird sanctuary and now, in the summer months whieh allow the safe crossing of the strait separating that barren rock from the shore, bird-watchers come and leave. They leave behind them evidence of small camps, and few bother to search the island or seek for caves in the cliff. Birds alone are the sole permanent inhabitants and, together with the seals - whose number decreases year by year - they make use of that smal路l rock situated in a turbulent stretch of water and isolated from the wars and disturbances which shake the "civilised world" to its very foundations. The existence of a haven such as this makes you wonder if our modern world with its disputes and intrigues is really such a wonderful place. Susan Crook, VL

The Wil'd Horses The sleek black horses Moving swiftly in the sun, With the charging white stallions

Puckering the earth

As they advance through the sandy air.

Their hooves thunder like the skies

As if they intend to run to the end of all time.

Ian Crane, IW 66

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Two of a Kind Billy was a young boy with blue eyes and brown windswept hair. He lived in Tyneside, in the slums of the Smog End area. He was seven, bright and healthy, with a quick, interested mind. He would have been quite intelligent if it hadn't been for his upbringing and his parents. Yes, Billy's parents were the real problem. 'll1ey had m arried in the summer of '43. It wasn't a case of love; it was a case of having to . Billy was a war baby; he was two before he knew the quietness of the English countryside. He had grown up a great deal since then, torn between his mother's affection and his father's masculinity. Although he was only seven, he was aware of the circumstances under which he had been born, and he resented it, even at this early age. Billy fully realized that, for his mother and father, marrying had been a mistake, but what could he do prevent them from arguing incessantly? It was a dull March day and Billy had woken up refreshed after a good night's sleep . Everything was fine until he opened his bedroom door and stood on the bare floor-boards, listening to the voices tha t were raised in the kitchen. It was the same old thing, the same old argument; "Why did we ever get married?" "You've never said you loved me." Billy had heard it time and time again. He walked slowly downstairs, trying to dodge the splinters. As he opened the kitchen door, he just missed a plate which his mother had thrown at his father. "Get Out!" screamed his mother at the top of her voice. Billy hesitated, then, "Ger Out or I'll knock you out!" Billy needed no second bidding. Yes, they had had another argument, only this one was different, hadn't he been threatened too? "Yes," he thought, "I'll go, I'll go right away where no-one can find me."

He climbed the stairs more quickly than he had descended them, and five minutes later he was at the front door, with the yells behind him. He lifted the latch, and stepped out into the street. "Come and play hop-scotch with us, Billy," cried a small, fair-haired girl with big, blue, pleading eyes. "No, I don't want to, I'm going for a walk by the river." He turned pink, because he had no intention of going down by the river; he had lied. "Can I come too?" she asked. "No, I'll see you after." With that he turned from her and walked off in the opposite direction. Billy walked along by the old demolished houses in Turber Street which was deserted. At the top of the street was a disused corner shop, and the paint had been peeled off the step. He sat down and placed his head in his hands. "Where will it end?" he thought. Then he remembered the happy times they'd all had together, such as the day they had made a day-trip down to London. He had had a good time that day, but even then he had felt uneasy ... there was always a 'feeling' between them . He raised his head all of a sudden and shouted aloud, "I know what it is - they don't want me; they don't love me; they don't even care what happens to me." He jumped to his feet because a dog had put his face around the corner and startled him.

"What do you want? Go away, leave me alone." And he lifted his arm, and pointed up the road from where it had appeared. The dog opened its eyes wider, and just stared at him. Billy turned to walk away, and he heard a padding of paws behind him. lIe stopped and looked at the dog. "You look as lonely and as unwanted as I do. Come for a walk with me." At the word 'walk' the dog's tail began to bea t vigorously. Billy ran down the street; he ran and ran and the dog ran barking at his heels. Billy laughed so mueh that there were tears of happin ess in his eyes, and for a full half hour he forgot his troubles at home. In his excitement, he rushed from the pavement into the old main road without looking. A car appeared from no where. There was a sound of screeching brakes, a cry and then a thud. 足 The driver didn't wait to find out what had happened - he had seen enough. He backed up the car and drove past the small heap as fast as he could. The dog was at Billy's side sniffing him . "Mam," Billy whispered with his last breath, and the only answer the dog could give, was to lick his master's face, and lie in the dust whimpering. When Billy said that he was going where no one would find him, he did not realise how true his words were. Davina Brown, IVL

Lino-Cut by Stephen Silverlock, IllS

.....

Nonsense Poem On a 'boaring' day with nothing to do,

I decided to visit the lo cal zoo;

I saw a giraffe with a very sore throat,

And corns on the feet of a moun tain goat.

In the reptile house was a 'hiss-terical' snake

And a crocodile crying with bad tooth ache,

The ostrich was trying with all its might

But try as he may he could not take flight.

The skunk was sitting all alone

And his nasty aroma 'scent' me home.

Jane Durrell , IF

The Sky at N'i ght The stars are out,

There's no one about

Except the moon

On this night in June.

There's Leo the Lion

And the sword of Orion;

Like a velvet coal

The sky doth float;

Sa tin stars

And a ruby-like Mars.

On a nigh t like this

The sky is bliss.

Lino-Cut by Leigh Cobbett, 111W

Nicho las Beeson, IIIF 70

Autumn Golden, yellow, crimson, and brown,

Leaves on the hillside flurrying down.

They fall from the trees and leave them quite bare,

But the people don't look, the people don'L care.

In the early morning or late at night,

The birds are preparing to go on their fligh t,

Swooping so low and flying so high,

If they go higher they'll touch the sky!

Flying away and letting us know,

That Autumn is here and soon we'll have snow.

Daytime is shorter, night-time is longer,

The mornings are crisper, the winds blow much stronger,

The birds in the trees they bury their heads,

Yes, we can tell that Summer is dead.

Jacqueline Kennard, IF

The wind is swirling through the trees

Lifting off the golden leaves,

Birds fly off to warmer lands

Of yellow suns and silver sands;

But when I go out, there's a nip in the air

And signs of Autumn everywhere.

The harvest is gathered from early dawn,

Apples and pears, barley and corn;

Bright red berries in the hedges abound,

Glossy brown chestnuts cover the ground.

Jane Durrell, IF

The Young and the Old The young are like the ocean, green and salt

(Bitter the salt, and beautiful the green)

Which from a thousand waiting shores is seen

Bunching its strength and running in to vault

And spend itself, defeated and resigned.

Its waves are born to die, and yet we know,

However many glorify and go,

More and still more are mounting up behind.

The old, 1 think, are more like autumn trees

Contemplative and quiet, line by line,

Coloured as tall decanters full of wine

Distilled from many summers, blooms and bees,

While Time, the timeless, legendary thief,

Picks off their days, to the last yellow leaf.

Basil Dowling 71

The Ghosts Over the jagged peaks of London they sweep Heedless of all screams; Down to that foul lake The puffed ghosts splash In my doubtful sleep. If only they would not make that noise, Or wear a face Where faces should be worn. Still, they don't scare me Even though I am alone. Yash Chadha, IIF

"Silhouette" by Nicholas Warren, VILe 72

Girls' Physical Education 1974-75 HOCKEY The hockey season started badly with unusually wet weather in th e early months. Most matches were cancelled and all elevens suffered from lack of competition. The 1st XI only played two matches, losing one and drawing th e other. They gave the staff a most enjoyable match but could only hold them to a goal路less draw. The fourth year XI started the season well by defeating Owens by 5 goals to 1 but had no more matches until taking part in the Goresbrook Hockey tournament where we entered third and fourth year teams . Each team won their section so met each other in th e final. This was a keenly contested match with a fourth year winning (by a corner!) The second year were entered in a junior section of this tourn am ent and after only three lessons in a full game did remarkably well to win their section and go through to the final, which they lost by one goal to nil. The seco nd and third year te ams promise well for the future - providing we can get more competition. Colours Junior: Julie Brown, Paula Martin, Barbara Boylett, Debra Vincent, Christine Carr, Lyn Begent , Karen Pe tersen. Half: Denise Carvell, Deborah Cowen, Helen Beeson, Genieve Ali, Barbara Wilson, Lesley Marshall. No full colours awarded.

NETBALL Four teams played regularly in th e East London League, and in addition the first y ear had occasional matches. It was e ncouraging to find that all teams turned out in full to every match. The fourth year are to be commended on their team spirit and loyalty to the school and one another. The third year team had a most outstanding season by winning the East London League, being runners-up at the Middle sex Tournament, and third in the subsequent tournament. Their skill, athletic ability and enthusiasm could not be matched at the Goresbrook Open Tournament and they won all their match es. Representing Division 4 and 5 schools they played the winn ers of the Barking schools. They continued their winning way by defe a ting Robert Clack School. The first and second year teams did well at the Goresbrook Tournaments but c ould not match the skill of the Barking and Hackney schools. The second year emerged in final third position while the first year were fourth from 22 schools. The senior netball team are to be congratulated on their efforts. Losing only one match, they were eventual winners of the East London League.

Match Analysis 1st VII 4th yr. 3rd yr. 2nd yr. 1s t yr.

Played

Won

Lost

Dre w

5 6 12 18 6

4 2 12 14 6

1 4 0 2 0

0 0 0 2 0

Colours junior: Frances Allen, Paula Martin, Margaret Poole, Carol Russ, Lisa Helm, Shani Rhoses, Debra Vincent, Kim Hewlett. Half:

Barbara Wilson, Susan Whitnell, Teresa Sims, Kim Broadis, Sharon Coughlin, Deborah Castle.

No full colours awarded.

CROSS CO UNTR Y Inclement weather interfered with the cross country programme. Torrential rain and waterlogged courses prevented the East Lond-on Championships taking place on a complete scale. Courses were shortened and some events were cancelled. In the events which did take place, the second year took final fourth place whilst the third year were second. Although the first and fourth years trained hard they did not get the opportunity to compete. This was a disappointing season all round. As a result of trials, julie Brown, Margaret Poole, Deborah Goode and jacqueline Goode were selected to represent East London at the London Championships. The latter two were in the junior team which came second. Deborah was chosen to represent London at the National Cross Country Championships at Guildford. Colours junior: julie Brown, Tracey Lehane, Margaret Poole, Paula Martin, Christine Carr, Debra Vincent, Gillian Clarke. Half: Claire Whiteman, jacqueline Farmer, Barbara Wilson. No full colours awarded.

SWIMMING This was a most distressing season on the whole. With the boiler at the pool out of action for the best part of the term, little swimming was done and, unless girls were at swimming clubs, teams were difficult to select. Neverthe足 less, we put out full teams from first to sixth year with over forty girls representing the school. The results were as foIlows:- 1st year were 7th, 2nd year were 4th, 3rd year were 1st, 4th year were 2nd, 5th/6th year were 2nd. We took final second place overall which was a most pleasing result. Special congratulations to Deborah Treadway, who not only helped her year to win the East London Championship but qualified for the All London Swimming Championships, and gained the bronze medal in the backstroke. Colours junior: Kim Hewlett, Karen Pain, Christine Carr, Frances Allen. Half:

Valerie Cole.

Full:

Susan Lyons, Carole Clarke. 74

Und er 14 Swimming Team To p Row.路 L to R: - Denise Co x, D ebb ie Tr eadwa y (Captain), Linz i D eathridge Front Row: Gillian Whitn ell, Tra cey Smallwo od, Trac ey Parker

Raine's London Athletic Squad

Back. L. to R . Ph y llis Alexander (Hurdl es), Tra cey Richter (lOOm alld rela y),

Sandra Matth ew (100m and rela y), Deborah Goode (800m and rela y)

Fr ont: Gillian Clark e (Interm ediate rela y) Ja cqueline Goode (800m )

Fourth year Hockey XI. Back Row. L. to R. Margaret Poole, Julie Brown (Captain), Debra Vincent, Deborah Hobbs, Shani Rhodes, Paula Martin,

Karen Petersen Front Row: Christine Carr, Terry Smallwood, Lynn Begent,

Elsie Hughes (Absent: Barbara Boylett)

Under 14 Netball VII L. to R. Back Row: - Simla Singh, Phyllis Alexander, Denise Cox and

Loraine Suter (standir:g), Sandra Matth ew, Deena Gardiner Front (kneeling): - Deborah Goode, Julie Dawkins (Captain)

ATHLETICS We had hardly returned to school when it was time to select teams for the East London Championships. The third, fourth, fifth and sixth year girls responded immediately and with a sense of urgency worked hard to help get teams sorted out. Their efforts were well rewarded in that we won the Intermediate and Senior Championships, retaining both trophies for another year. With the prowess of the third year and sheer determination of the fourth year, we were pleased to win the Intermediate Championships. TIle Senior Championships were more of a walkover for Raine's, in that we fielded full teams in both fifth and sixth year competitions. Winning very few events, it was obvious that we relied on the efforts of the whole team to retain the championship honours. As a result of these championships, Julie Brown, Sandra Matthew, Gillian Clarke, Deborah Goode, Phyllis Alexander, Tracey Richter and Jacqueline Goode were selected to represent East London at the London Championships . Deborah was first in the 800 metres; Sandra was first in the 100 metres; Phyllis was second in the h\lrdles; and the relay team, with three of the four girls from Raine's was first. . Phyllis, Sandra and Deborah were selected. to represent London at the Inter-County Athletic meeting and then Sandra and Deborah went forward as London representatives to the All England Schools Championship in Durham. This is the highest honour for a school足 girl in athletics. At the Oakfield Championships we were pleased to field full teams after school at the Oakfield School Sports Centre. Schools who use the centre were invited to these competitions and we brought home two trophies . The first and third year teams won their championships while the second and fourth year teams came second in theirs. It was most encouraging to find that so many junior girls supported the school teams by coming along as spectators. We hope that they will remain as they move up the school. Towards the end of the season the East London Junior Athletic Champion足 ships were held and we came second in both the first and second year com足 petitions finally coming second overall to St. Philip Howard School, worthy champions.

Colours Junior: Margaret Poole, Gillian Clarke, Julie Brown, Carol Russ, Lyn Begent, Paula Martin, Barbara Boylett. Half:

Tracy Wilby, Pat Bryant, Claire Whiteman, Susan Marks , Susan Hopkins, Susan Pain, Barbara Wilson, Janice George.

F-Hll:

Deborah Cowen, Jacqueline Farmer, Gillian Lamb.

111e interest and enthusiasm throughout the school for all aspects of the programme has been most encouraging in spite of the weather at times! Success in competition is rewarding for the school as a whole but there are many non-competitive aspects to the programme. In addition to the sports mentioned so far, courses in gymnastics and dance are pursued in school. Senior girls have the opportunity to take part in sailing, badminton, swimming, volleyball, squash, judo, ice skating and horse riding. 77

One could not write a report for girls' physical education without mentioning the people who make the wide range of activities possible. I should like to take this opportunity to thank the staff at the Oakfield Sports Centre who have given us help on games afternoons and we are sorry to see Mr8. Wigg and Mrs. Dixon leave. The interest and encouragement of our Head Master and Mr. Spooner are most inspiring. A special 'thank you' is due to the staff who help on games' afternoons, espec ially Miss Naylor and Miss Linnett, who gave much of their own time escorting teams to matches and trials throughout the year. I am grateful, too, to Barbara Wilson, the school games captain, who has competently organised all senior teams. A.M.L.

The School from Arbour Square gardens

Boys' Games Report 1974-75 BASKETBALL The season opened with both Under 16 and Under 19 involved in the National Championships. Both Teams had outstanding individual players but lacked the depth necessary to go far in these very tough competitions. Colin Croft, Gary Lloyd and Richard Reid performed very creditably for the Under 19's to help the team reach the last sixteen in England. A t this stage, we met and lost to Beaufoy School who went on eventually to win the final. The Under 16's, too, reached the last sixteen, wi th Paul Read and John Stephens playing well. Here we met St. Columba's College, St. Albans, and lost narrowly in a very exciting match. With so many players from both these teams leaving, the the prospects for next season are not very bright. The Under 15 team played mostly local League Matches winning them all. Patrick Dixon, Stephen Sims and Stephen Mann played well for this team and, if given support, could have a good run in the National Under 16's. John Wyatt captained the Under 14's in an undefeated season, assisted by Nicholas Beeson, Paul Shaw and David Lodemore. The Under 13's lost two games. They have several skilful players but lack the height necessary to succeed at top-level. Alan Subosits, and Tony O'Reilly and Richard Sims are very promising players. During the season John Wyatt played for London at Under 14, Patrick Dixon played at Under 15 and Colin Croft and Richard Reid at Under 19 level. Stephen Mann and John Wyatt have been selected to attend the England Schools' Basketball Coaching Course in the summer. Finally, no basketball report would be complete without some mention of the achievements or Colin Croft, who is leaving school this year. Colin first came on the scene as a third year boy when he made his first appearance for London and won his first National Championship medal. The nex t season he was . selected to play for England at Under 15, won another National Championship medal with London Schools and capped a fine season by playing for the school in the never-to-be forgotten National Championship semi-final against Glyn. Since that time, Colin has represented England for three more years at Senior Level, being Captain in his final year. He has also captained London Schools in another Senior National Championship this season and shown a maturity of conduct and play far beyond his years. Colin has been an excellent ambassador for the School and his country in his travels around Britain and across the Continent as a basketball player. We now wish him well in all he does in the future. I t is doubtful whether we shall see such a talented player again.

SWIMMING Owing to limits on time and facilities the school does not usually play much part in the Swimming Championships. This year, however, we were most successful in placing second in the East London Gala, owing to our having some wonderful individual swimmers and many others willing to turn out and compete for the school.

Denis Samuels, the London second year Breast-Stroke Champion led the way, supported by Peter Lodemore (First year) and David Lodemore (Third year). In the Senior Schoo l, Laurence Dalton, Ian Glasby and Gary Hurst contributed much to this successful season.

ATH L ETICS The athletic season began on a high note with a double success in the East London Championships. The Sixth Year won the Senior Championship very convincingly and the Intermediate Championship was also won by the combined efforts of the fourth and fifth year boys. These successes were not altogether a surprise with so many good senior athletes available but an unexpected bonus was gained at the North London Grammar Schools' Champ足 ionships, involving the Whole School Athletic Team. Despite being the smallest school involved our Junior placed second and the Intermediates first and the Seniors third. When it was announced that Raines has won the Aggregate Grand Challenge Shield the team was overjoyed. A subsequent re足 count placed us second but nothing can detract from this fine overall team effort. Subsequently, the Juniors became more involved in athletic competition. The Second Year athletes had had a traumatic experience in their first year, finishing w ell down in every competition. This year they battled hard to finish second in the Oakfield Championship and third in the East London, despite having no outstanding individual stars. The First Year Boys showed great spirit - Runners-up in the Oakfield Championships and Runners-up in the finest East London Championships for years. The eompetition is getting better; the standards are getting higher, but our youngsters are matching them all the way. In the First Year, Paul Watts was outstanding, winning every Javelin competition he entered, finally setting an East London Record of just under 100 feet. Scott Perry in the High Jump demonstrated the Fosbury Flop to perfection; and David Fletcher in the Triple Jump and Peter Lodemore (Hurdles) had excellent seasons. Kevin Knock was the outstanding second year athlete, dominating the Sp rmts closely followed by Richard Sims (Jumps), Timothy Weller (1500 m.) Ainsly Ali (Hurdles) and Hilton Armand. So many athletes揃 contributed to the success of the Second Year that is would be impossible to name them all. Opposite is a list of athletes who have attained distinction in the 'Five Star Award' competition. To obtain a 'Five Star' certificate is to be at the top level in a particular age group with 'Four Star' just below. We have nineteen boys who have obtained the Premier Award and we are proud of their achieve足 ments. T he outstanding athlete of the year was Gary Smith (Upper Vlth) who was unbeaten in Long Jump competitions, reached almost 21 feet with his best effort, and also won the School Sports 100 m. and Triple Jump.

'FIVE STARS AWARDS' - 1975 1st Year; Fletcher D., Hatton H., Perry S., Lodemore P., Watts P.

2nd Year; Armand H., Knock K., Sims R., Ali A. 3rd Year; Simpson A., WyattJ., Lodemore D .

4th Year; Mann S., Chambers J., James G., Sims S. 5th Year; Read P., Matthew G. 6th Year; Smith G. 'FOUR STAR AWARDS' 1st Year; Church C., McCurry P., Stratford F., Maloney M., Hodges D.,

O'Keefe J.

2nd Year; Ellis K.,< O'Reilly A., Weller T., Samuels D., Singh E., Lashmar D.,

Wright P. 足

3rd Year; Baker M., Edmond A., Foord K., Marks A., Shaw P.

4th Year; Dixon P., Gibbs P.

5th Year; Davidson S., Gowers M.

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RUGBY First Fifteen The season started very badly for th e side was not to play again. However, we were year's side remained inta c t, which gave us Fifth formers drafted in to the side played edly playa great part in the side's future.

with the sad loss of Murphy, who lucky in that the nucleus of las t a very good foundation to build on. ex tremely well. They will undoubt足

This was the best season a 1st XV has had for a good few years. T he side provided formidaule opposition for all come rs and won 75 per cent of their mat ches, a good record by any standards. Many players showed themselves to be county class, but unfortunately no players were sent to trials. However, their talents did not go unnoticed and many finished the season playing junior club rugby. I t was difficult to single out any players, since the standard was so high throughout th e team. It should, nevertheless, be noted that Clark, Bishop, Mole, Newman, Gittos, Hamilton, Hurst, Reid, Adshead and L1oyd(G), were co nsistently outstanding players. Finally, the whole team wishes to extend a vote of thanks to Nlr. Croom. His tireless efforts (especially his vocal support from the touchline) have been invaluable and the team's success is largely due to his efforts. Gary Lloyd, VIU (Acting Captain). Under Fifteens The team had a reasonably good season and the play ers always gave of their best. Apart from one bad defeat, we played well all season. There were also a couple of games when we did not get a full team out, but the less said about that the better! We should like to thank Mr. Nice for managing us and also Mr. Billington and Mr. Long for refereein g a few of our games. Here are our match sta tistics: P13, W9, DO, L4, F209, ;\200 Stephen Mann, IVG Under Fourteens

This has been a very good season for us because sometimes, in the third year,

players be co me lazy, and do not turn up for matches, but we have a good

group of lads who all turned up, and so we had a full side when others were

down.

We should like to thank Mr. Long and Mr Wallis for their help and encourage足

ment throughout the year.

John Wyatt, IIIM Under Thirteens This was not our most successful season. The second year have a number of good players but unfortunately not once were we able to field our strongest fifteen. The long gaps between practices and matches made it difficult for u s to work as a team. Of course, our other sides also suffered the disruption of weather and strikes but in a season when we were understrength this probably affected us more than most.

In the circumstances, the other teams deserve great credit for keeping Raine's on the winning side and next year we in tend to do our share as well.

Under Twelves After a bad start to the season in which we lost the first few games, we started to pick up towards the end by winning the last five games and so this looks like a promising team for the future. The team would like to thank Mr. Crump and Mr. Long for all their help throughou t the season. Mark Gittos, 1M.

"Pop-can and Pliers", by Diana Hockley, lllW

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Receipts

Balances ill F General Account Governors' Donation Account R.E. Dept. Pupils' Con tribu tions Autumn Term 1974 Spring Term 1975 Summer Term 1975

594.40 92.12 10.00 245.60 242.45 240.10

ÂŁ1424.67

SCHOQL YEAR 1974/75

Expenditure Magazine - Hobbs and Co Less donations

434.45 2.00

Contributions to outings. Fishbourne (Thirds and Fourths)

Dover (Firsts)

Whipsnade (Seconds)

7.82 10.73 l.25

432.45

19.80 Less refunds 1974 - Boulogne 5.80 Wales 1.30 Games Fares Games Expenses Course fees and grants Course fee - R.E. Dept Sundries Organ-Carol Service

Candles-Carol Service

Waders-Biology Dept.

Loan to pay deposit for Field Studies 1976 - Holiday Fellowship Balance Clf General Account Governors Account

7.10

12.70 125.22 37.90 30.50 10.00 5.00 12.42 14.98 40.00

61l.38 92 . 12

703.50 ÂŁ1424.67

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