The Raineian 1980 by David Ward

The Raineian T H E M A G A Z I N E 0 F R A I N E 'S F 0 U N D A T I 0 N S C H 0 0 L 1979 ~ 1980

RAINE'S

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LONDON

Editorial Committee Alison Harvcy, Joan Roberts, Deborah N unn, Carla J\tlaishall, assisted by members of the Lower Sixth and the Art and English Departments

Typists

The Secretarial Sixth

Photographers

Mr Blundell and Mr Jones

Co ver Design

'Fungi' by David Fowell, 4A (B .G.)

A Welcome to the New Headmaster Born in Gillingham, Kent, his early years spent at Bath, Somerset, Mr. Thomas attended Saint John's College, Cambridge during the years 195 7 to 1961, where he studied French and Latin as well as playing tennis and cricket for the college. The eighteen months before he went up to Cambridge were spent in compulsory national service in Sierra Leone, where he taught African soldiers. After leaving Cambridge, Mr. Thomas taught French at Kingston Grammar School, Kingston-uponThames, where he remained for five years. His next post was that of Head of Modern Languages at Hampton Grammar School. Moving on after six years, he became Deputy Headmaster at Verulam School, Saint Albans - who recently defeated Raine's boys at cricket! We are pleased to say that after seven years Mr. Thomas moved again -to Raine's, where he hopes to remain for some time. He enjoys being in the East End, finding the people friendly and the area historically interesting. Mr. Thomas' general ambitions for the school are to foster mutual respect between pupils and teachers and among the pupils themselves, and also to encourage each student to attain the highest academic standard possible for him or her. He is in favour of school activities, and would like to see more of them, providing that they are well organised with teachers involved, as he feels that this is a good way for pupils to identify themselves with the school. We would like to welcome Mr. Thomas to Raine's on behalf of the pupils and staff, and we are confident that he will contrubute much that is valuable to the life of the school. Alison Harvcy, Deborah Nunn, J oan Roberts, L6D 3

The Governors of Raine's Foundation Chairman Mrs. P. Bentley, B.A. Vice-Chairman Miss C. L. White, B.A., Ph.D. Mrs. S. Batchelder Miss J . A. Beater L. Bernstein, Esq., B.Sc (Eng.), Ph.D. ]. Branagan, Esq., K.S.G., J .P. Alderman, J. A. Coan, J .P. Dr. G. Gm-diner E. H. Haywood, Esq. Councillor E. W. Hill

The Reverend M. Johnson, M.A. S. A. Matthews, Esq. The Reverend N. E. McCurry , M.A. Mrs. A. Norris (B ishop's nominee) Councillor G. Simons Mrs. J. Smith, B. A. Col. R . P. Tong, O.B.E., M.A., J .P. G. Woolveridge, Esq.

Clerk to the Governors R. A. Pink, Esq.

Staff- September 1980 Head Master Mr. D. W. E. Thomas, M.A. (Cantab.) Deputy Heads Mrs. A. E. Johnson, B.A. (Leeds) and Mr. R. C. Reffold, M.A. (Oxon.) Head of Lower School Mr. J. S. Everton, M.A. (Oxon.)

Heads of Departments Miss C. M. Balls, M.A. (Cantab.) (French) Mr. F. Boyce (College of St. Mark and St. John) (Senior Teacher) Mrs. D. A. Byrne (Secretarial Studies) Mr. G. Calvert (City of Worcester College) (Mathematics) Dr. A. Cioci (University of Pisa) (Physics) Mr. E.]. Croom, B.Sc. (London) (Geography / Geology) Mr. K. R. Crump, B.A. (Liverpool) (History) Mrs. M. Darch, B.A. (Wales) (English) Mr. R.]. Hudson, B.Sc. (London) (Scienc e) Miss V. G. Jackson, L.R.A.M. (Music) 4

Mr. H. Long, Dip. Phys. Ed. (Loughborough) (Physical Education, Boys) Miss A. M. Lowcs, Dip. Phys. Eel. (Chelsea) (Physical Education, Gi1路/s) Miss A . W. Naylor, B.Sc. (London) (Biology) Mrs. A. E. Pcarcc (Dss), B.Sc., B.D. (London), A.K.C. (R eligious Studies) Mr. P. Rhodes (Technical Su.bjec ts) Mr. R. F.]. Simmons, B. A. (London) (Languages) Mr. P. Spilktt, B.Sc. (London) (Economic.>) Mrs. B. Thompson, T.C.D.S. (City of Bath) (Home Econimics) Mr. R. Thompson, L.R.A.l'vl., L.T.C.L. (Remedial Education) Mr. G. Wcsley, N.Dip.A.D., A.T.D. (London) (Art)

Assistants Mrs. C. Akenhead (College of All Saints, Tottenham) '(Hom e Economics) Mrs. S. Aldous, B.A. (Hull) (English) Mrs. S. Aucrbach, B.Sc. (Leeds) (Mathematics) Mr. M. Austin (Trinity College, Carmarthen) (Geograph y and Physical Education) Mr.].]. G. Blundell , A.T.D. (London) (A rt) Mr. T. Bye, B.A. (Open University) (English) Mr.]. Carr (Boys' Physical Education) Miss G. A. Cleeve, B.A. (London) (English) Miss C. Dolan, B.A. (London ) (French and German) Miss]. Fuller, B. Eel. (City of Bath) (Hom e Economics) Mr. M. Harris (Newlancl Park College) (Mathematics) Mr. R. C. Hart, B.A. (Nottingham), M.A. (London) (History) Mr. P. Holland (Gam es Coach) Mr. S. E. Johnson, B.A. (Warwick) (l:.'nglish) Mr. B. ]ones, B.A. (Lancast,e r) (History) Mr.]. Kliskey, A.M.I.E.E., Dip. E.E. (Math ematics) Mr. M. P. Leonard (Avery Hill College) (Mathematics) Mrs. R. Lcwis, A.T.D. (Middlesex Polytech nic) (Art) Miss L. .f. Linnett, B.Sc. (Reading) (Chemistry) Mr.]. W. T. Magee, B.Sc. (Lei cester) (Technical Studies) ~vir. S. Mason (College of All Saints, Tottenham) (Geography) Mr. A. McDonalcl, M.A. (Newcastle) (German) Mrs.]. l\11. Newton, B.A. (Leeds) (English) Miss]. O'Ncill, B.A. (East Anglia) (English) Mr. M. K. D. Payne, B.A. (London), A.K.C. (Latin and Gemwn) Mr. A. D. Pen路ett, B.Sc. (Manchester) (Mathematics) 5

Mrs. P. Pipe, B.Sc. (London) (Geography) Mr. P.C. Protheroe, B.A. (Wales) (Religious Studies) Mr. C. Rae, B.Sc. (London) (Physics) J'vliss L. Rivett, B. Eel. (Nottingham) (History) Miss A. Robinson (Newland Park College) (Girls' Physical Education) Mrs. S. Scriven, Dip. Phys. Ed. (Bedford) (Girls' Games) Miss C. A. Silver, H.D.F.A. (Craft) Mr. P. Simmonds, Dip. A.D. (Winchester) (Technical Studies) Mrs. J. Southcott, B.Sc. (Wales) (Biology and Ch emistry) Miss C. Webb-Bourne, B.A. (East Anglia) (French) Mr. G. Willett, B.Sc. (London) (Phy~路ics and Mathematics) Mr. N. Wilson, B.Sc. (Dunelm) (Geography)

Librarian: Mrs. R. Teteris, A.L.A.

Senoir Laboratory Technician: Mr. S. J. Russell School Bursar: Mrs. J. I. Evans

Head Boy : Michael Jacobs

Head Girl: Debra Harvey

Deputy Head Boys.: Jan Emberson Robert Leung

Deputy Head Girl: Lesley Cox Girls' Games Captain: Joanne Marshall

Prefects Gary Bird Graham Cater lan Crane Fardad Gharabaghi Paul Greeno Robert J ennings Richard Saleh !an Stothers Jane Durrell Alison Harvey Amanda Malpass Shirin Qureshi Thayyiba Shaah Michelle Whitear Fenella Wood

Sub-Prefects Matthew Alabaster Lee Atkinson Michael Corrigan Daniel Daly David Goodman Sandra Birch Karen Davies Karen Gray Janis Mahoney J acq ueline Pridie J oanne Rip pin Elizabeth Simpson

The Head Boy and Girl, Michael Jacobs and Debra Harvey

Robert Leung (Deputy Head Boy), Joanne Marshal/ (Games Captain), Lesley Cox (Deputy Head Girl), /an Emberson (Deputy Head Boy).

Prize List 1979-80 FORM PRIZES (All form prizes are for achievement unless otherwise stated) lE

Clifford Rowley Tcrence Greer Joanne Nathan (progress)

Liam Ashby Stacey Tarrant Susan East

Mark Daley Keith Driver Janet Hopgood (effort)

Susan Robinson Mathew Daley Sharon Brown

Nizamgi Mer Tony Wu SoniaJames (effort)

Shan D onovan Daniel Hanncll Michael Dines

Penelope Gardiner Grace Lee Taalibhusain Shaah

Karl Phillips Debra Felton Sus an Martin (effort)

Robert Howard-Perkins Richard Green Angela McCarthy

2Mc

Lola Obajuluwa Karen Barnes Darren Burgess

2Mo

Ceri Batchelder Kathryn Nunn Jonathan Fitt Katharine Fat-rest

Paul Kloss J oanne Siggins Ellen Carroll

Pamela Hopkins Stephen Gumbs (effort) J ohn Morgan (progress)

Teresa Marsan Geoffrey Perry

Deborah Newmeir Darren Cann on

Caroline Smith Lorraine Manners (leadership)

J a net Hay wood (progress)

Demetrios Christou Sheena Gibbons Kevin Lewis

Richard Poole Colin Ganesh Dennis Mentessi (pr ogress)

4A (B.G)

Catherine Peters Karen Chadwick Mark Dowden Nicola Bartlett

Beverly Stewart Anthony Wallis Colin Clark Lester Nicholas

4A (A.S)

Brenda Duncan Sally Clements Kerry Jose

Paul Lee Elizabeth Draper

Susan Turner J acqueline Brown Mark Gerbaldi

Sharon Fryer Greta Gurjar

5A Jeffrey Vedgen (B.G) Paul a Hart Stcphen Faulkner Kei th Lovell

Kelvin Riley J ane Blackledge Alan Hadleigh Judith Birdwhistle

5A (A.S)

Suzanne Haritou J anet Crudgington Gary Andcrson

Jus tine Hershman Sarah Smith Jennie Farrant Patricia O'Cavanagh

Carol Pyner Gary Morgan Anthony Murphy

Robert Stuart Anthony Britton

LOWER SIXTH Ian Crane Karen Davies Robert Leung

Amanda l'vlalpass Ian Stothers Paul Greeno Joy Watson (Secretarial)

UPPER SIXTH Biology Chemistry English Further Mathematics Geog路raphy Geology History J'vlathematics Music Physics

Tabassam Rashdi Peter Clarke Lynn Bryant Peter Clarke Dawn Prentice Deborah Vine Lynn Bryant Hilton Armand Iris Lydclon Paul Szucs

SUBJECT PRIZES Religious Knowledge

Physical Education

Music Art Cookery Textiles Ceramics

Senior Intermediate junior

Sarah Robinson Gary Scllick Ceri Batchelder

Senior Senior Junior Junior Senior Junior Senior Junior Senior Junior Junior Senior Junior

John Meredith J oanne Marshal! Danen Collins Gemma O'Connor lan Crane Geoffrey Perry Michele Demetriou Grace Lee Janet Mansfield Julie Mahoney Tracey Belcher John Sampson Jamie Bachell

Boy Girl Boy Girl

SPECIAL PRIZES Ridewood Prizes

Susan Brooks Terence Dowdell Ian Emberson Claudette Grant Trevor lmpey Gary Clamp, Lucy Nanton Susan Falder, Lorraine Nash Richard Grove

St. Jude's Memorial Prize The lda Samuels Memorial Prizes

Dawn Pren tice Susan Robinson Geology Field Studies Patrick Mulrenan The John J acobs Prize}(+: d. t . t . t d. L l) Step hen Drew The Haugh Prize i .I or zs znc wn a 0 r mary eve Max ine Brown Ching Fun Lee Sarah Robinson Tabassam Rashdi The Mangold Vase} . . . The Tong Prize (for dzstmctwn at Advanced Level) Peter Clarke The Ward Prize for Endeavour Alan Webber The Chairman's Prize Iris Lyddon The Goode Prize Melanic F oord The Staff Prize J ulie Dawkins The Old Raineians' Prizes for service to the School Dawn Prentice Anne Small The Parents' Association Prizes Laura Davies Perry Wrigh t The Grier Memorial Prize for Service to the School Lynn Bryant The Taylor Memorial Prize for Service to the School Daniel Perkins Senior Junior

CERTIFICATES University of London Advanced Level: Deborah Begent (3), Lynn Bryant (3), Peter Clarke (3), Wendy Curley (3), Deborah Goode (3), Ralph Howes (3), Blake Lee-Harwood (3), Noor Mer (3), Brian Morton (3), Patrick Mulrenan (3), Daniel Perkins (4), Dawn Prentice (3), Tabassam Rashdi (4), Paul Szucs (3), Deborah Vine (3). In addition eleven pupils gained two passes and six gained one pass. Ordinary Level: Grade A, B and C and Grade l C.S.E.: Gary Anders on (9), Tracy Baker (8), Suzanne Beyer (5), Gary Brisley (8), Anthony Britton (8), Maxine Brown (10), Lynn Charles (7),Judith Cohen (5), Paula Colvill (7), Gregory Commons (6), Suzanne Coster (9),Janet Crudgington (9), Alice David (8), Sally Deathridge (7), Mark Dcnnison (5), Samantha Doherty (8), Melissa Douglass (6), Stephen Drew (10), Tony Eales (7), Paul Ellis (7), Ian Emberson (5),Jennie Farrant (10), Stephen Faulkner (5), Kerry Goodall (9),John K. Green (7), Steven Greeno (9), Gillian Groves (9), James Hamilton (6), Suzanne Haritou (9), Justine Hershman (10),Jeffrey Higgins (8), Mark Houghton (9), Saleha Khan (5),Janet King (8), Debra Knight (5), Ching Fun Lee ('1 0), Paul Martindill (7), Mary McCurry (7), Kay McEachran (6), Nabigi l'vler (5 ), Gary Morgan (8), David Mould (8), Anthony Murphy (9), Patricia O'Cavanagh (10), Peter Oliver (5), Patrick Pallott (5) , Brenda Pollack (9), Deborah Poole (6), Carole Pyner (9), David Ray (5), Paul Reideman (5 ), Paul Riley (5), Sarah Robinson (9), Tracey Robinson (6), Deborah Rollinson (6), Craig Rose (9), Susan Rudwick (9), Sharon Simons (6), Deborah Smith (5), Sarah Smith (10), Sheena Smith (5), David Spencer (8 ), Robert Stuart (8), Tina Szucs (6), Moira Tate (7), Alan Thornton (7), Tahir Ullah (8), David Watts (5), Vivienne Wright (9), Susan Yeates (7). Twenty-two Fifth Formers gained four passes, ten gained three, ten gained two and fifteen gained one. In the Upper Sixth five pupils gained one pass. In the Lower Sixth one pupil gained four passes, five gained three, nineteen gained two and thirty gained one. Eleven pupils also gained passes in the Associated Examining Board examination.

Associated Board of the Royal Schools of Music Pianoforte

Grade V Grade VII

Violin

Grade Grade Grade Grade Grade

French Horn Singing

I 11 VI V VI

Richard Grove Ian Crane Ching Fun Lee Pertelopc Gardiner Grace Lee Suzanne Haritou John Young Iris Lyddon 11

Trophies 1979-80 ATHLETIC ACTIVITIES Athletics Senior Intermediate Junior Standards (5 Star) Aggregate

Winterton Cup Butterfield Cup Luton Cup Aldriclge Cup Roden Cup

Winterton Winterton Mann Mann Winterton

Raineian Lodge Cup Harvey Martin Cup Fishberg Cup

Mann School/Win terton Winterton

Mansfield Cup Wareing Cup Home Cup

Winterton School Foundation

Senior Intermediate Junior

Headmaster's Trophy Middle School Trophy Junior Cup

Mann Mann School

Senior Intermediate

Munn Cup Camberley Cup

School Mann

Senior Intermediate Junior

Tyler Trophy Leach Cup Mann Cup

School Mann Foundation

Senior Interm ediate Junior

Cadet Cup Hirtes Cup Jenkins Cup

Mann Winterton Man/Win terton

Senior Intermediate Junior Aggregate

Lassman Shield Wilkins Shield Turnage Trophy Manuel Posey Cup

Foundation Winterton Foundation School

Basketball

Senior Intermediate Junior Cross Country (Boys) Senior Intermediate Junior (Girls)

Hockey

Netball

Rugby

Swimming

Table Tennis SenÂŁor junior Physical Education Boys Gi;ls

Foundation Mann

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

Winterton School

House Championship Shutt Trophy Mann. (Final house percentages of total possible points: Mann 28.18, School 26.06, Winterton 26.06, Foundation 19. 7) STAFF v SCHOOL

W.D. Lyons Trophy

The Staff

CULTURAL ACTIVITIES Drama Senior Sixth Form Cup junior D.M. Yeo mans Trophy

Mann Winterton

Chess Senior Junior

Clark Cup Clark Junior Cup

School Winter ton

Prose and V er se Senior junior

Aldridge Memorial Trophy Aldridge Memorial Trophy

Winterton Winterton

First Year Harvest Festival Poster Competition

School

Junior Projects

Project Cup

Foundation/School

Field Studies

Canning Memorial Trophy

Foundation

School Work

Dagger Cup

School

House Championship Dorothy Broughton Trophy School (Final House Percentages: School 32.65, Winterton 25. 77, Mann 20.92, Foundation 20.6) H.R.K. Broughton Championship Trophy School (Final Percentages: School 28.51, Winterton 25.95, Mann 25.47, Foundation 20.05) 13

School Notes 1979-80 As one looks back on earlier school notes, it seems that the first sentence always proclaims the fact that that particular year has been an eventful one! Well, 1980 has been no exception. We have had a number of staff changes during the last school year: Easter saw the departure of Mr. Barnes, who became Head of English at Christ 's School, Richmond, Mr. Edwards and Mrs. Fleming; Miss Gosm an also retired after many years at Raine's. In the summer, Mr. Nice left us to take up the post of Head of Mathematics at St. John's School, Gravesend. We would like to thank him for all that he has done for us during his time here, particularly for setting up the table-tennis club and ins tituting regular competitions. Mr. Monk left us to go to Russia with the British Council, while Mr. Jenkins departed for the United States. We wish them all much success in their future careers, and hope that they will remember the School as it will remember them . The end of the summer term also saw the departure of Mr. Nugent, Miss Wilson and Miss Smith, who temporarily replaced Mr. Barnes, Miss Gasman and Mr. Edwards resp ec tively. We thank them, too, for their contribution to the school. In place of those who have left, we are pleased to welcome some n ew members of staff to Raine's: Miss O'Neill joins the English department, Mr. Willett, the Mathematics and Physics departments and Miss Dolan and Miss Webb-Bourne the Modern Languages department. We extend a particularly warm welcome to our new Headmaster, Mr. Thomas, who has replaced Mr. Stanney after fifteen years at Raine's. We hope that Mr. Thomas will be very happy here.

We would like to congratulate Mr. Bye on his recent marriage, and also Julie Dawkins who succeeded in winning a scholarship to Merton College, Oxford, where she will read French. Mention must also be made of Amanda Mal pass, Lesley Cox and Michael J acobs, who won travelling awards frori1 the I.L.E.A. Well done1 . At Speech Day, last October, we had the privilege to be addressed by the Bishop of Stepney. Ian Crane and Ching Fun Lee played Brahms' Hungarian Dance as a piano duet. Father Oynick returned to address us at our Founder's Day service in May, and the Choir sang two pieces, 'Achieved is the Glorious Work' by Haydn, and 'Panis Angelicus' by Franck. At the Christmas Carol service, again held at the church of St. J ohn-on-Bethnal Green, it was the turn of the junior choir to excel with their rendering of 'Mary's Boy Child' and 'Born This Night'. The services on Ascension Day, Harvest Festival and the last assembly of term were also enhanced by the sound of singing. On the secular side, there have been two musical productions this past year - 'The Pira tes of Penzance' and 'The Wizard of Oz'. Pupils left the premises for the usual field trips, the Geographers and Geologists visiting Wales amongst other places, and the Biologists travelling to Abergavenny. A p arty o f fifth years went h os路 telling in Yorkshire; the second years went to France during the Spring Bank Holiday, while another group visited Sweden in the summer, staying with Swedish families; there was the usuai ski ~ ng hol iday around Christmas time, and in the summer a new departure- a barge holiday o n the Dutch canals. Day trips have been too numerous to record - one that was much appreciated was the visit to Surrey University by fifth and sixth formers considering further education. Visits to concerts, operas, the ballet and the theatre are always very much in evidence. Productions seen this year included 'Scrooge ', 'Twelfth Night', 'Othello'- the Oliver film; and, of course, two weekend visits to Stratford-upon-Avon for the annual Raine's pilgrimage to the Royal Shakespeare Theatre. Within the school, the house play competitions have continued to flourish at a very high standard, the winning houses being Winterton (junior) and Mann (senior). )n behalf of the editorial committee, I should like to thank all those who have helped to produce this magazine - those who have taken the trouble to write the articles, those who have typed them for us, and those who contributed the photographs and drawings - and, most of all, the staff who help ed in the preparatio n, especially Mr. Blundell and Mrs Darch, without whom none of this would have appeared. Thank you all very much. Alison Harvey, L6D 14

PIRATES OF PENZANCE

Music and Drama Once again, all those involved in th e seni o r an d junior house pl ays deserve our than ks and co ngratulati ons for providing th e sch ool with two m ornings of good entertainment. The amount of wo rk and e nthusias m which is put into these p roductions is always most impressive. It vvas interesting to see ~d ann House, the winners of the senior competition, courageo usly moving away from th e mo re conventi o nal type of one-act play. They were d uly co mmended for their enterprising production by Peter Guiness, wh o again kindly co nse nted to j udge our senior competiti on. V/c thank him fo r giving up his time and [or his useful and co nstru c tive comm en ts. At Raine 's, November is the month o f Gil bert and Sulli van; this yea r saw a highly success ful pro duction of 'The Pira tes o f Penzance'. Barbara Page, an 'Old' R ainei an, made a gues t appea rance to repeat her 1973 success as Mabcl, while Mr. Nice, as Frcdcrick, delive red what was to be hi s swansong. Mr. !\ice's contr'bution to the musi cal and dram atic life o f Raine's as singer, ac tor, stage m anager a nd producer 'Arill he mu ch mi ssed. fhi s year's sch ool play too k an unprecedented musica l t urn when .Miss Jackson a ndl'Vlr. J ohnson, aided an d abetted by pupils fro m the first to fourth years, delighted us with their lively produ ction of 'The Wiza rd of Oz'. Well do ne, everyone - we h ope to see yo u on th e Raine's stage again soon. The cast did, in fac t , have an o pp o r tun ity of performin g some of the scenes a nd musical ite ms from the 'The Wizard' once more when they were invited to appear at th e I.L.E.A. South Bank Fes tival. M. D. On the musical side, things h ave been happening at Rai n e 's thi s year : Suza nn e H arito u , D ebra H arvey, Susan Carpenter and Tony Judd are now all members o f the Lo ndon Schools' Concert Band, which meets for a wee k's course, culmin ating in a public concert, each holid ay period. They, toge th e r with Jennifer Laudat and Madclaine llcrshman, are also memhers of the recently formed Stepney Schools' You th Band, vvhi ch rehearses weekly, and playe d at four local schools at the end o f the sum mer term.

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The Wizard of Oz Instead of the usual j'uni o r e nt ertainm ent nigh t in t he summer term, the Music and Dram a Society mounted a full sca le production of the " Wi1.arcl of Oz", using talent fro m the first fo ur years. From a director's p o int of view th e problems were many and grea t but sharing t he work bro ught rewa rds, with Miss Fulle r's costumes, Mr Leonard's stage m an agem en t an d Mrs Au e rb ach's make-up the outstanding contributions . The score-stip ulated minimum instrum ents for u successful perform an ce o f 2 trumpets, 1 tro mbone, 3 saxes, 3 vio lins, a cello, a bass, drums a nd piano was reduced to Miss J ac kso n 's pian o and a p air of dentcd cym bals with hardly a difference in quality! My t h anks are also due to ivlr Blundell, who not o nly painted the backdrop as usual but also built wh at m ob ile sce nery was needed. :'vly real appreciatio n, h owever, is reserved for a gift ed set of acto rs an d act resses who worked in reh earsals durin g holidays and weekends and brought m o re life to the show t han I co ul d give it. Our two altern ati ng Durothies - Debo rah Bake r and Terry Bryan - were equally enchanting, and th ey had great support fr om Matthew Whitlock, T erry Webber, Deborah Halls, Josiane Kaal, R obert Howard-Pe rkins, Steven Evcrton and all the oth e r charac ters and ch orus. Shining co nstan tly over every rehersal an d all three performances was the acting o f J <mice Lang as Scarecrow. I could write a paragraph o r mo re about each person involved in the productio n , but I h ave not th e room. I can only repea t my tha nks to everyone wh o pl aye d in , wo rked on, o r helped with on e of the school's most su ccessful produ ct io ns.

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Wizard ofOz

The Parents' Association The Parents' Association has had another successful year and, as a result, has been able to meet all the financial requests made by the school. The two dances held in November and February were very well attended and enjoyed by all. The group called 'The Phantoms' were booked again, and they played a wide variety of dance music to suit all tastes. They have been booked for future functions, and the two evenings can be warmly recommended as representing excellent value for money. Two sales were held during the Spring Term, one in each building, each providing the Association with valuable funds. It was fortunate that the day of the summer fele was one of the few dry days in July, and the fete proved to be one of the most successful ever, making a profit of over ÂŁ500. A new and highly successful feature was the auction, and it is hoped that this will become a regular attraction. The Association would like to express thanks to the two schoolkeepers, Mr. Tolley and Mr. Wright for their help in enabling these events to take place. Each year, the Association is able to help the school in many diverse ways by providing funds which would not otherwise be available. Dw-ing the last financial year, the Association purchased for the school a cine-camera, cine-projector, table-tennis table and nets, and rugby shirts. Money has been donated to hep pay for field trips, the South Wales rugby tour and the costuming of the school plays. In addition, a number of pupils have been assisted with expenses incurred on various music and languages courses. The Association would like to thank all members of the staff and school who have helped throughout the year, all and parents and friends who have supported the activities . C.J.N.

Scraper Board Work : "Cottages" by Taalibhusain Sllaah. 2C

Fantasy Island (Alias Secretarial Sixth) Secretarial Sixth: Mrs Byrne, take a short letter on A5 paper, ll/2 line spacing. Dear Raine's We are writing to inform you about several vacancies that have become available owing to the mental stress and strain that has been forced upon us during the 'last year, pressurising us into an early retirement. The fee Mrs Byrne imposes upon you is - we warn you - quite substantial!!! This includes money for outings, both boring and interesting, namely the monopolization of the Telecommunication Centre; the 'heated discussions' at Nat West and the athleticism at the Bank of England. 'RA YE-UPS' include: dinner at 'The Venus Steak House' (Christmas); help-yourself at 'The Carvery' Tower Hotel (Easter) and the best night of all 'a right old knees-l!p' at the 'Downtown Restaurant' where Mr. Long showed his prowess on the dance floor (End of term). Do not be misled by the impression given above (all work and no play); fun-packed hours consist of shorthand, shorthand-typing, secretarial duties ... Oh! Don't forget the shorthand! Last but not least comes the welcome break of Mr. Spillett's educational Commerce lessons. These lessons contributed greatly to our knowledge of financial institutions, such as 'The Stock Exchange' and 'Lloyds of London'. As for Mrs. Byrne, with endurance and sheer courage, she battled against all odds and got us through our exams . Finally, we 路w ould like to express our gratitude to the Secretarial Sixth for being a super class, and say thank you to Mrs . Byrnc and Mr Spillctt for putting up with us. Yours sincerely Secretarial Sixth

Art Department As reported in last year's 'Raineian ', there is a continuing demand for studio facilities. It is particularly pleasing to note that several of those pupils who cannot otherwise be timetabled for Art have been entered for '0' level and C.S .E. this year as a result of using these facilities. Outside visits continue wherever practicable. Among the more noteworthy special exhibitions was that held at the Hamilton Gallery in October, and visited by a Sixth Form Group. The Exhibition 'Naive Paintings' included the work of local artist John All in, who has painted an award-winning picture showing the School and Arbour Square. On March 25th, pupils from 4G and the Lower Sixth visited the London Dungeon, combining this with an afternoon visit to the Museum of London. (See separate report). Mrs. Lewis has aho taken pupils to the Museum of London, as well as to the Commonwealth Institute, for special studies. Groups of fourth and sixth formers from both buildings have visited the somewhat startling exhibition of the work of the famous Surrealist, artist Salvador Dali, held. at the Tate Gallery during the e<:tdy Summe~路路 ~he ~rtist's rel~tively recent 'stereoscopic' painting brought a mixture of surpnse and admiratiOn mto our discussions. Various sketching parties have been organised in the vicinity of the school buildings, specifically for the purpose of recording part of the local building heritage, and for observed impressions of tree structure and growth. Several pupils have entered for outside competitions, and we are happy to congratulate the following on their successes: 19

Richard Erskine (4G), who took First Prize in the Metropolitan Police Poster Competition, Taalibhusain Shaah (2C) vvas Highly Commended, with Paula Allen (2Mo), Joe Gurjar (2C) and Paul Lee (4G) being awarded certif'icates oF merit. In addition, Taalibhusain Shaah received a Highly Commended award for his entry in the BBC 'Blue Peter' competition, in which there were over 20,000 entrants. Terry Price and Mark Waxham have been accepted for Foundation Courses at the East Ham Technical College. Kathleen Willott, who went there in 1976, prior to her move to Bristol College of Art and Technology, is doing very well in her specialist Graphics course. Work on the School Film continued last Summer with some useful location sequences being made outside the old school building in Wapping, and others depicting a wedding scene at St. George-inthe-East. Michele Demetriou, playing the bride, was very particular about having the right 'groom'a part played eventually by Amanda Murray! This year's filming is planned to take us to Cannon Street Road, where the later Raine's building survives. We intend to film an increasing number of contemporary scenes of school life as time goes on; already, we have incorporated some aspects of last Summer's visit to the Singleton Open Air Museum, near Chichester. 路

J.B.jG.\tV.

School Film. Wedding Group outside St. George-in-the-East.

Polio Walk 1980 Following last year's rather disappointing total of about £630, the 1980 total promises to reach over £1500 - a remarkable sum ! ! The walkers, staff, and all who contributed in any way have earned the sincere thanks and congratulations of the o rganisers. Well done ! J.B.

Christmas Decorations Jean Tompkin.s and Susan Ycates again did an excellent job at Orpingto n Hospital, whe n they gave a day of their holiday to put some colourful decorations - this time in a Children's Ward . Their efforts were >varmly appreciated, as before. Jean and Susan will not be at Raine's mu ch longer, and some n ew talent will b e warned in two years' time ... J.B.

What Katie Did Next Last year, we reported that ex-Raineian Katie (Kathy) Burke was continuing her theatrica l work at E lth am Little Theatre, and she did in clue course play the part of Dorothy in 'Wizard of Oz' at that theatre. More recently, she has concentrated on stage d es ign fo r the th eatre's lastest produ ction 'Man of La Mancha' - an adaptation of the story 'Don Quixote'. We follow Kathy's versatile theatrical performances with increasing interest, and offer our enco urag· e ment and good wishes for the future.

'Experiment in the Science L ab. ' by Paul Anderson, 3H

London Dungeon/London Museum (Montage)

The London Dungeon and the London Museum 'Even before viewing the horrific exhibits in the London Dungeon, an authentic atmosphere was created by the cold, damp, gloomy surroundings'. Qane Durrell, L6N). 'It was eerie. I felt scared.' (Amanda Murry, 4G). 'The atmosphere was well created by the use of slimy walls, dim lighting and a kind of stagnant smell.' (Lorraine Skinner, 4G). Some of us were attacked by a robed monk, who unexpectedly jumped out of a shadow. We all screamed and ran off to find the others.' (Michele Demetriou, L1G ). 'In some of the displays an added bonus of sound created an even worse spine chilling effect.' (Lorraine Skinner, 4G). 'Some exhibits showing forms of torture were more realistic than others, but all were of a very high standard and quite thought-provoking.' Qackie Kennard, L6N). 'The costumes and items of everyday Tudor life were very interesting.' Qane Durrell, L6N). 'The visit to the Museum was enjoyable and gave us a good idea of what life was like in Tudor times.' (Richard Erskine, 4G). 'The highlight of the Museum was the demonstration of the Great Fire of London - its special effects brought a great realism to it.' (Paul Lee, 4G ). 'The reconstruction of the Great Fire of London with its commentary gave us a detailed insight into this historic event.' (Jane Durrell, L6N). 'On the whole it was a very interesting and enjoyable trip.' (Richard Erskine, 4G).

First Year Trip to Devon After the late arrival of two members of staff, thirty four children and four members of staff (Mr 'Tortoise' Everton, Miss Fuller, Mr 'Vulture' Rae, and Mr 'Runner bean' Leonard) clambered into three minibuses and set off for Westward Ho '!, Devon. Fuller's Furies, sped off at great speed leaving Rae's Coolies and Everton's Intellectuals somewhere in London. After thirteen hours we arrived finally in Westward Ho! The last stage of the journey involved travelling through country lanes and seeing how many locals could be made to jump into hedges. The next few days were taken up in various activities; surfing, windsurfing, water-skiing, canoeing, skatesailing, shooting, archery, orienteering (ho, ho!), and sandyachting. William (Action Man) Richards managed to shine in everything -HE STOOD on his surfboard. Nicola Woodford broke the land speed record in her sandyacht. Miss Fuller's only triumph was with the alarm clock in the morning which woke everyone up except her. The climax to the holiday was Mr. Leonard and l'vlr. Rae being thrown in the swimming pool fully clothed. An enjoybale time was had by all. The trip is sure to repeated be again in the future. M.P.L. 23

Day-trip to Boulogne At 5.15a.m. on the morning of the 25th of April, I was wakened gently by my father. I needed to get up early because a party from the fourth and fifth years was going with Mr Reffold, Mrs Thompson and Mr Boyce to Boulogne for the day. We had made arrangements to meet outside the school gates at 7a.m. to board the coaches which would take us to Folkestone where we would take the ferry across the Channel. At 7a.m. there was a slight panic because the coach hadn't arrived, but by 7.1 Oa.m. it was there and we boarded it. It was a two and half hour journey to Folkestone but on the way we stopped at a small cafe and went inside to have a break from the coach. When we got through to the waiting room at Folkestone, some of us changed our money (others had changed it before-hand) and then we went through to the ferry and boarded it. We had half an hour to wait before the boat set sail and we used this time for finding seats and deciding on an assembly point for when we docked. Finally we set sail and began our two hour journey to France. Curiosity got the better of most of us almost immediately and we began to wander about the ferry, finding all the different routes back to our seats. We ate our packed lunches and discovered a disco on board, however, this was not open at first. When it did open no-one else was there, so we sat inside for a while listening to the music and discussing the trip. With fifteen to twenty minutes to go, we decided to go out to the assembly point and the cameras came out for photographs of us on the boat. Just after this we docked and once again arranged an assembly point just outside the harbo ur for meeting before our homeward journey in about five hours' time. Eventually we were dismissed and we all wandered off in small groups. When we got into the town we discovered that one of our main problems was road-crossing. The French drive on the opposite side of the road to the English and this proved to be a great disadvantage. The other main problems were money and the language. As we have only been learning French for a few months, our knowledge was very limited. We looked for somewhere to get a cup of coffee and finally found one where we made ourselves understood. The coffee, however, was very strong and bitter tasting, and it was not long before we all decided to go and leave most of it. We got the waiter's attention, paid the bill and thankfully left the cafe. We went for a walk next and were surprised to find that some of the shops accepted English money. Some of the shops were cheaper than in England but others were much more expensive. As time passed we all began to get pangs of hunger, but to our disappointment we found that most of the eating places were shut and so we plumped for a cream -filled eclair. This proved a problem as we didn't k.now the French for eclair, but the assistant was helpful and we were soon served by means of pointing and nodding. When we had eaten our cakes we met up with another group from our school, who showed us where we could buy French bread. We all bought a 'stick' and it was surprisingly cheap (about 18p-19p), and a large bag which cost more than the bread (22p - 23p). By this time we were all gett ing 'peckish' again and we went to buy some cho_colate. When we had done this we decided to try to get some perfume but found it very expensive. Then we bought some souvenirs (purses, pencils and such like) and went back to the harbour to our assembly point before boarding the ferry for our return journey. Just after we had boarded, the 'bureau-de-change' opened and we began to change our francs back into pounds and settled down to enjoy our return journey. This trip seemed shorter and less enjoyable. When we had docked and passed through customs we got stra1ght back on to our coach which was waiting for us, and began the last stage of our journey homewards. By eight o'clock we were all getting tired and almost falling asleep on the coach. It seemed hours later when we finally reached the school gates again, and arrived home at lOp .m. after a very long but enjoyable day. Laura Birt, 4A (BG)

Holland by Barge, August 1980 Surprised by the efficiency of the travel arrangements, the group arrived in Amsterdam an hour earlier than expected and had ample time to appreciate the subway under the Central Station. Dreams of a smaller version of the QEII evaporated on sight of our vessel "The Cura", which turned out to be a barge (as promised). We were wondering why the wardrobes had bunks in them, when the skipper pointed out there were no wardrobes .. . We were quickly reassured by the friendliness of the crew and the recognizable food, and chugged off next day for Utrecht. At the swimming pool the girls quickly attracted the attentions of the local boys who commenced throwing them in as if dry skin was illegal. By the time of the third ducking the fun had paled somewhat and we decided to see something of the town. The silver works in Schoonhoven and the Euromast in Rotterdam. The pottery at Delft and the miniature town of Madurodam. A day by the sea at Schevingen -no swimming, gale force winds, the secretarial sunbirds behind glass. The model village complete with windmills and clog makers . . . . And the final visit to Amsterdam, the only Dutch city without a MacDonald's. The last-night party which finished on the last morning and a bleary-eyed but boisterous return journey over a choppy North Sea to 'Auld Lang Syne' in Arbour Square. And in the whole water-borne week, no one fell in except the captain and his dog! S.E.J.

Scraper Board Work: 'Long Boats' by Taa/ibhusain Shaah, 2C

Second Year Trip to Brittany Leaving school at 6.30 am, we eventually reached Southampton and caught the 10.30 am boat. A five hour journey brought us to Cherbourg. There, we got on another coach and travelled to St. Cast. The hotel was not what we expected! Dinner, which started at 9.00 pm, was not a typical French meal. The soup tasted like dishwater and then Alison Cappacrt found a dead Ay in her chicken . Next morning we went to Dinan and then on to the Mont St. IVIichel, where most of the time was spent in the shops. We went back for dinner-more soup but no flies. After this there was a disco. The "Old-fashioned" records and the chef staring at the girls made this a bit of a nightmare. Tuesday took us to St. Malo. We looked around the town and then went back for lunch. In the afternoon we travelled along the coast, but returned in time to visit the beach at St. Cast. That night after dinner (more soup!), we wandered around St. Cast. Wednesday came, and we started the journey home. Another five hour boat journey brought us to Southampton in the dark. There was more singing on the coach before we reached Arbour Square. The staff seemed delighted with our choral rendering! Thanks go to Mrs Fleming, Miss Cleeve, Mr McDonald, Mr Jenkins and especially Mr Monk for making it an enjoyable holiday. Penny Gm路diner, Terry Bryan, Steven Everton, 2C

Stratford-on-Avon, September 1979 Despite the fact that one of the mini-buses had collapsed, we arrived at the hostel in time to eat our tea before "lights-out", only to find the hostel over run with German teenagers and Girl-Guides. Saturday morning, we were dragged out of bed at 8.00 am, forced to make our own breakfast and, even worse, eat it! Once all had recovered from the horrors of hostel life, we drove into Stratfordupon-Avon and visited William Shakespeare's house where Kerry was told off for sitting down on a 400 year old bench. We then saw and heard a "son-et-lumiere" which was quite incredible. lt was at this time that we realised that Stratford-on-Avon contained about 250 bells-angels per square centimetre (slight exaggeration). After dinner, we visited Anne Hathaway's cottage and returned to the hostel to change into more suitable garments for the theatre (ie anything but jeans!) It was then, rather unfortunately for the inhabitants of Stratford-upon-Avon, that the teachers decided to let us loose (gasp!) in Stratford-upon-Avon, to have our dinner. Ninety per cent of the group raided the Wimpy, although some of them went one stage higher and visited the Golden Egg.

In the evening, we saw "The Merry Wives of Windsor" at the Royal Shakespeare Theatre, which was excellent-despite the fact that several members of the party fell asleep . Once back in the hostel , one dormitory tried to have a midnight feast which wasn't easy as the warden didn't want them to have it. On Sunday morning, we set off for home, visiting two Cotswold villages, Bourton-on-the-Water and Bledington, on the way . Congratulations to Mr and Mrs J ohnson, Mrs AJdous, Mrs Darch, Miss J ackson and Miss Cleeve for putting up with us for all of forty-nine hours and still being alive at the end. Mary McCurry, 5L 27

School Journey to Sweden 1979 A rowdy party of brilliant Raine's pupils left London with three less superior teachers on Friday, 17th August 1979. After breaking the back scat on the coach we arrived at Felixstowe where we boarded the boat for Gothenburg. We spent the day on the boat disrupting the 'cinema and the OAPs (\1r. Monk, Mr. McDonald and Mrs Fleming) until the highlight of the day which came in the evening when we were taught how to dance (??)by the OAPs in the disco. The boat itself was beautifully laid out with a swimming-pool, casino, restaurants, cafeterias, a cinema and bars. The trip across the North Sea was very smooth and thoroughly enjoyed by everybody. After arriving at Gothcnburg we had a coach journey across southern Sweden and so had an opportunity to get a good idea of the landscape of forests and lakes. We arrived in Stockholm at 9.45p.m. where we were met by our Swedish hosts. The next thirteen days were spent visiting various interesting places around the town. On the first day we visited "Kahnastornet" a tower in Stockholm, in order to get an idea of the lay-out of the city from the top. On the first Monday we visited "Aftonbladet" which is one of the Stockholm evening papers and were given an interesting guided tour of the offices. On the same day we visited the "Kulturhuset" where one can sit and read or listen to records or visit exhibitions. That afternoon we went to visit the old town, "Gamla Stan", which is beautifully preserved and contains many fine churches and houses. On the Tuesday we visited the town hall, "Stadshuset," with its magnificent golden roo m. Tuesday afternoon was spent visiting Droltningholm, a palace in the suburbs of Stockholm which has a beautiful, old theatre in which opera and ballet are staged in the summ'er. On the days after that we visited Skansen, an open-air museum with houses and buiidings from all over Sweden from different periods of history, and the Wasa, a ship which sank on her maiden voyage and is now preserved in a special museum. The week-end we spent with our host-families and many of us were taken out by the families to their "stuga" or summer-house in the archipelago or surrounding countryside. In the second week we spent a pleasant day travelling to Aland, a Finnish island in the middle of the Baltic; on this trip we had the opprtunity of sailing through Stockholm's beautiful archipelago. We also visited the Nordiska Museet in Stockholm which has exhibitions about life throughout the ages in the Scandinavian countries. One of the highlights of the trip was when we visited the Swedish schools. All of us joined in the Swedish children's lessons but the children were remarkably undisciplined and often walked out of the class without the teacher's permission (lucky things!). While at the school we provided their football team with a lesson in football skill when we drew in a close game that included our star player "SuperMac", (Mr. McDonald) as centre-forward. The day before we were due to come home our Swedish hosts generously provided a lavish farewell party at Stureby School, where we were entertained by a 50-piece band. Later there was a disco for the more energetic people. The party rounded off what had been for all of us memorable and a highly enjoyable taste of Swedish life. On the boat trip home we were treated to a "traditional Swedish meal" of steak and chips by our elders. We also had a typical Scandinavian "smorgasbord" with all its various dishes. Sadly, late next afternoon, we found ourselves on the coach for London where we were greeted by thick, black thunderclouds and a raging downpour - it was nice to be home! We would like to thank Mr. Monk, Mr. McDonald and Mrs . Fleming fo r making our trip possible and for acting as friends instead of just teachers. We would also like to thank the Swedish families who kindly put us up and we have made many good friends. Among these is Ulf J ohansson, who helped organise much of the trip. 28

By the time this goes to print Mr. Monk, Mr. McDonald and Miss Linnett will have led off twentytwo more Raine's pupils to Sweden (six of last year's party and sixteen new). P.S. Watch out Stockholm -we're coming back! By Robcrt Stuart and Sally Castle, approved by Yash Chadha

'Viking' by Deborah Halls, 1R

Biology field Trip to Abergavenny 1980 The small hours of that momentous Thursday morning on a bleak May day saw the beginnings of an intrepid journey. We reached our destination much the worse for wear- at this point it must be said that no grudges are borne against our chauffeuses. Our first treat was the immortal shepherd's pie; the rest of the day was spent in recuperation on the wild, windy moors studying heathland, after having been driven up the lOin 1 gradient by 'Mrs. Stirling' in the powerful school mini-bus. Also on that day we were supplied with a pair of snazzy red over-trousers, a 'mod' green cagoule, a stylish pair of walking boots and the latest in wellingtons. The evening was spent in the workroom of the ILEA centre, with every member of the party deep in study. The next day we were subjected to the skills of our second chauffeuse, 'Miss Moss' who had a tendency to over-rev the engine while negotiating the roads of the region. (Another of her favourite habits was to signal her intention of turning, not by the conventional use of indicators, but by switching on the windscreen wipers.) The rest of the day was spent stuffing beetles and snails into small specimen bottles and generally exterminating the woodland flora. Saturday was an 'enjoyable' day, spent at a pond - quite stagnant and foul-smelling with members of the party sinking into the slime until their wellingtons were full of such examples of pond life as the water flea and the leech. The afternoon was spent at another pond of the same kind' Sunday was very different indeed: we endured a three hour session of pony-riding which was not only uncomfortable, but also quite exhausting. The females in the group sensibly opted to stay on the ground, but this does not apply to our daring teachers: Mrs. Stirling was seen to be quite an expert rider, showing no signs of fear, although her face was slightly discoloured- probably on account of the mountain air! Monday was spent studying new and interesting facts about natural communities. Tuesday, however, was a different story altogether. We students decided to give the staff a free day on the beautiful muddy beaches of the 'costa del Cardiff'. It was a magnificent sunny day, and so, very thoughtfully, we treated the staff to refreshing showers of local sea water and sea weed. Unfortunately they reciprocated. After drying out in the sunshine, we all headed for a nearby amusement park in order to get away from the excitment of the trip for a few hours. Again the driving skills of the staff were in evidence as they tried to find the starter pedal on the bumper cars and then attempted to manoeuvre the machines. The main attraction of the evening was when the students gleefully watched Mrs. Southcott's impersonation of 'the hulk' (with sound effects) while she was on the 'umbrella'. At last, the morning we had all been waiting for arrived: we were going home after six daysalthough somehow it seemed much longer. We are sure Miss Naylor and Mrs Southcott would like to thank the Biologists for such an enjoyable trip! Fardad Gharabaghi, L6N

Biology Field Trip.

Nature Yellow-streaked sunlight on every corner. The orange, striped bees softly gathered pollen, All in a day's work. A blue chested bird joyfully hopped along the scorching path. Two spotty, green frogs gasped for air, Then returned to the cool water once again . Furry caterpillars played amongst the branches. A Persian kitten chased "red admirals". The sweet aroma of pink roses filled the air. Nothing can ever make me give up my beautiful garden. Annctle Bellyou, 4G

Ichthus This strange new word was heard for the first time at sehoollast year and has slowly but surely become part of the vocabulary of Raine's. The word is, in fact , a very o ld o ne a nd represents the English spelling of the Greek for 'fish'. Well, that doesn't expla in much , you migh t think. Was it some new angling society or a Bird's Eye appreciation group? No, in fact the fis h was the secret sign for the very first Christians in the Roman Empire . It was a lot more dangero us to go to ch urch in those days, and this sign was one way they could m eet and have fell owship together witho u t running the risk of the arena. Although our present da y situation is far less risky, Ichthus at school has been the same. Children who are interested in finding o ut more about the Chris tian fai th have met on a variety of occasions over the year. The senior, smaller group, has had some Bible studies, while the junior branch, meeting on a Friday lun chtime, has seen a series of filmstrips , held a record session, a book display and a Bible study. Enthusiasm am ong the second and third years has been encouraging, and we hope to arrange regular meetings this coming school year on a similar pattern. The name Ichthus has, in fac t, one more secret element to it. Each o f the Greek letters us ed stands for a word. When put toge ther , they read in translation: 'Jesus Christ, G od, So n, Savio ur ' . It has been our aim in Ichthus to make this message less o f a forgo tten secret to many of t he pupils at our school. M.K.D.P.

Quilling Design: 'Fish ', b y Joanne Barnes and Te resa Marsan, 3C.

Travelling In today's world of vast technological advances, we have th e opportunities to make travelling as fast and efficient as possible. The earth seems to shrink daily and its famous cities arc swallowed up annually with hordes of foreign visitors. They descend on thes e poor, unsuspecting settlements from supersonic jets, high-speed trains and various marine crafts - ranging fro m luxury liners to the new hydrofoi ls, bes t described as enormous, aquatic ice-skates, skimming along th e surface of the water balanced perilously o n a single, thin piece, running down its middle from stern to bow. There can be n o doubt that we live in a society which places great emphasis o n far-distant, exo tic locations: in cessant bombardments of glossy holiday literature, showing sun-tanned, sm iling girls in bikinis and very little else, invad e our homes period ically through television and unw:.m ted doorto-door circulars. These lissom young ladies purr seductively that they can whisk us off to th e Costa-del-Wherever-We-Fancy for a mere few hundred pounds (plus V AT) And, every year, we fall into their greedy little han ds like windfalls in an orchard. We gueue for two days in the trop_ically exotic surroundings of He a throw Airport while F rench air traffi c controllers make up their minds whether they will or won't, in fac t, control air traffic ; we then struggle vainly through th e checko uts with three suitcases because the porters are on strike this week, to m ake our way to o ur air conditioned (windows left open), wide-bodied (well, if it isn't now, it will be with three hundred holid ay-makers inside it) DClO (aren't they the ones where the wings drop off?) Next, comes. the traditional forty minute delay for fog and another two h o ur delay becaus e the custo ms officer, who is working to rule at the moment, isn't satisfied th at n o regulations have been co ntravened. Finally, we actually begin our much-awaited travels: At..:ntic Agnes seet hes with indignation because the seat-belt doesn't quite stretch around h er ample proportions; Dad sulks because the harrassed air stewardess doesn't resembl e in the slightest the ever-helpful blonde in the British Airways commercials, ancl countless Mums sea rch frantically for travel sic kn ess pills as little J aso n/ Billy/ Amancla/Candicc-Maric is si ck in time to the taped music blaring from speakers pl aced strategically behind one's left car. And when we finally reach Parad ise , we find that the brochures described the resorts perfectly - we really will be sun-drenched because the ho tel has no roof. Travelling today does not just involve the pursuit of pleasure, however. \路Vi th the emphasis on speed and comfort, th e business executive finds it simpler to travel ab road himself than go through the co mplicat ed process of sending a letter or asking his secretary to place a long-distance telep ho ne ea I. How can h e possibly resist th e ch arms of the expertly - groomed h ostesses , all rejects from "Charlie's Angels" but extremely obliging with it ? Especially since they can now hop aboard Concorde and be a round the World by th e time the secretary has taken the cover off her typewriter. But we mustn't let air travel have all the cred it. We can be just as cramped, uncomfortable and sick when travelling by sea, rail or car. Admittedly, the sea is a more romantic way to travel t han rubbing shoulders with the stars - we can bask in glorious sunshine while reclining on the deck of a luxury liner, while watching the sea lap gently a ro und us; eat delicio us dishes in exquisitely deco rated diningrooms while watching the sea lap gently around us; play_ieisurely ga mes and spo rts all clay between dips in th e swimming-pool and hairdressing appo intment s, while watching the sea lap gent ly around us, and then receive th e most solicitious care and attention from innumerable m embers of the crew as we throw up over the side because we have spe nt too long watching the sea lap gently aroung us ! Yes, travelling cerainly broadens the mind - faster and almost decadently luxurious, it brings the ord inary m an in the street closer to the h o melands and cultures of his most distant neighbo urs al!l over the globe - if he is prepared to queue, jostle and push his way into sardine-like cond itions that promise to fly, sail or drive him faster and easier tha n ever before. I wonder why I have this sudden urge to get up and WALK! Dawn Pren tice, U6

The Sea Far within the restless depths Beats a cold unceasing heart Of a sea giving life As freely it takes, Fickle as the skies \\'hic h yawn above in drowsy greys Whipped by the wind to a frenzied foam, Fro thing at the mouth, Like sailors gone mad, The angTy breakers pound the cliffs; Dark and looming, nobly defiant. Echoed in shells and hearts of men Sounds the roar of the tide, Which surocs to a shore of subdued sands "' sprays with salty breath, Spitting misty On \路v hich the screaming seagulls clung. Around th e rocky pinnacles, Like dead men's Fingers, danced the surf And when all was spent and rage was quelled A milder m oo d kissed Sctnds farewell, And beckoning those who dared to follow Gently ebbed away, unseen. Ia n Crane, L6D

The Sea Soft sounds o f new-born breakers reach my ears, Whisp ering pro mises; h y no tic, husky. Calling ou't inex orably a s they cur! and di e, Dragged back, like me, by the m ystery Of muted blue and gTcen. I am drawn once again to the silen t shore, The cool blackness of night hugging me , Stroking my skin; velvety silkness. The \路vaves gTowl their victory over the defeated sun , Once m ore bowing to th e victorious supremacy Of the uncompromising, merciless ocean, Encompassing all, sparing no lesser mortal. Slowly, it draws near, creeps towards me; I long to turn a nd run but I know that I can notI am forever spellbound By this ever-present foe, immeasura ble, Yet constantly charted b y unknowi ng fools, Who, like me, are caught in the timeless fascination Of an aquatic Wo rld - where life or death means n o thing To the all-conquering, powerful sea. Dawn Prentice, U6

The Sea Br oken glass On sandswcpt dunes. Worm rin gs, Out-of-date tunes. Salient water, Over cra c ked shells; A dea d fish, A muffled yelL

Ice-cold wi nd Whippin g up sand; Dr y, brittle, No man's la nd. Bro ken cuttlefish, Staring at m e, Turning, an d walkina .-, From th e sea. Ralp h Howes, U6

'Gull' by David Fowe/1, 4A(BG)

'Space Travellers' b y Paul Anderson, JH

Dilemma A figure moved deftly in and o ut of the shadows, wearing its way a long the corr idor, dodging in a nd ou t of the num erous d oorways with ears inte ntly tuned for the sound o f the heavy foots teps of a late night security patrol. The huma no id shape slopped at a small alcove containing a telephone; anyone using the telephone w ould be well hidd e n from som eo ne passing along th e corrid or. The figure slipp ed into the alcove and sank breathlessly to the floor, shiver ing violently. A ha nd m oved up as if to wipe perspiratio n from his foreh ead. A new emotion - fear -- too k h old of the Geing and its body twitched and shivered with mild convulsi o ns. The fi gure was tha t of a thirty year old man wh o was in good h ea lth, who neith er smo ked nor dra nk. He \-vas dressed in a ~-,rrey uniform o f shirt and slac ks. His mind was more mature than oth ers of his kind, but th en they w ere no m ore than mindless vegetables co ntrolled b y Them. He was different, he could think and use his own initiat ive ; h e ha d a mind a nd will of hi s o wn . He gla nced a t his watch, h e had been missing For one hour; it was only a mat ter of tim e befor e They noticed h e was missing and ca me lo o king for him. He shuddered. He knew of ma n y places to hide in the complex 36

structure of passages and corridors. His senses had never been idle wh en They had sent him on errands; he had alertly made a mental note of a nything that could help him. But now, even as he thought, fear had wiped his memory clean. At the sound of heavy metallic boots crunching on the smooth floor he cringed, pressing himself against the walls of the alcove. Wh en the footsteps passed from hearing the figure rose and stealthily crept out and vanished into the shadows as it moved up the corridor. In another part of the complex two raised voices were heard behind a closed do or. They belonged to a man and a woman, the man was seated at a desk and the woman, wearing a white coat, was pacing the room . The woman moved over to the desk , placed her hand on it and looked intently at the man. "No! I will not let you destroy him. I have spent years perfecting him. I want him captured whole and intact." She turned from the man and sat down in a leather covered chair opposite. "I'm sorry Dr. Draper but there is nothing more to be said. I have given you my reasons for taking such drastic actions but I cannot afford a revolution. Look at it from my point of view, if he got hold of some civilian clothes we would have no means of tracing him. With an advanced mind of such great mental capacity and newly discovered emotions, we cannot risk him contaminating others of his kind with his revolutionary ideas and so instigating a revolt." The man leant back in his chair in a relaxed manner and looked over to the woman. "Just give m e some more time to try and persuade him to give him self up." Her voi ce was pleading and the look of d esp eration made him want to reach forward and protect her. "How long has he been missing?" he asked. "Two hours!" came the sharp r eply. "You have another two hours and then the area will be bathed in radiation that will destroy all his brain cells ." The man sigh ed ; he was too soft: he always gave in to her and she knew it. She had found that out a long time ago wh en they had got married. "Thank you David," she whispered as she leant across and kissed him before leaving. The fugitive was still dodging in th e shadow wi th tireless energy, when he was brought t o an abrupt halt by the sound of a voice booming over the installed speakers. "Please give yourself up and no harm will come to you," it implored. The fugitive, af ter a momentary pause, ra n on trying to escape the voice but which ever way he turned he heard th e voice. Panic, another new emotion, was rapidly growing within him. The voice had changed now; it was no longer imploring it was now harsh and threat ening. He wish ed he could turn o ff the sound, as he blindly ran on not caring where ne was going. His two new found emotions panic and fear, were disturbing his logical state of mind. The drumming of the vo ice stopped and there was silence again, but he carried on running. As time elapsed he ran on, then as he turned a a nother corner the rubber soles of his shoes slipped and skidded along the floor, and he found him self confronted wi th a security patrol running towards him from the other end of the corridor. Unable, through fright, to run away he opened his shirt to reveal a me tallic chest with a red button in its centre. The patrol halted when th ey saw his hand m ove towards th e self-destruct button. Dr. Anne Draper pushed her way through to the front of the gl"oup. "No, please don't touch that!" she co mmanded, th en her voice changed to a plea. "Give yourself up, I guarantee nothing will hap.pen to you." He looked at her with frightened eyes and his ha i1d began to move away from his chest. It stopped, poised in mid-a ir. No he did not want to go back, he did not want to b e just another of Their guinea pigs, he ..... . His hand wavered over the self-destruct button.

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The Song of the Fatted Calf When all you people out th ere, Eat that nice tender veal, Think o f me and ho w I feel, In this dark and lonely world of mine. Never even seen my moth er, Do n't kn ow if I had a bro ther, Taken away and loc ked in a stable, Without a name, just a label. All day lo ng I sit and stare, Into the darkness which is always th ere. No roo m to lie d own and rest my head , No-one wo uld kno w even if I was dead. In this d ark and lonely wo rld of mine. Only the best food and milk I'm fed, Doomed to die - that's why I'm bred. No nice green grass so fresh and sweet, Only the straw beneath my feet. In this dark and lonely world of mine. So next time when you eat this meat, For a dinner or a lunch time trea t. Just think o f the agony I went thro ugh, To give this delicacy to you. In that dark and lo nely world I knew. Nic ola Bartlett, 4A Andrew Gooda/1, 3P

The Song of the Fox The bugler blows for the start of the fu n, And th e ho unds' teeth gnash at the sound of the gun, Those menaci ng looks o n the faces o f men Who rid e t he big mares to chase me again. I hear 'Gid-ee- up' a nd my legs start t o shake, At th e th o ught of the dogs, wh ose teeth are li ke rakes Which tear at my skin when the season arrives, The seaso n which threatens the foxes' lives. The h untsmen enjoy the laughter and freed om Of the woods, hill s and dales; they thin k they have reason, To shout at and chase m yself and m y friends, Thr ough th ickets and fields a nd into our dens . We run a nd get breathless to save our own lives, Whilst the bees stay safe inside their hives, The birds sing tranquilly up in the trees, But they don't realise what a poor fox sees. Laura Birt, 4A (BG) 38

The Waiting Room There was a silence in the room. All that could be heard was the stead y, remorseless ticking of the clock. Two men sat on a wooden b ench, both loo king at the floor, tense, edgy. There was an occasional burst of applause from the crowd out on Centre Court. Apart from that, nothing but the ticking of the clock could be heard in the waiting room. The waiting room. Among the players it was known as the gas chamber . It was said that it had defeated players more than the playing on the Centre Court. Tiled, cool, clinical, it was a place where, for the last minut es before they walked out onto court, the pla yers could refl ec t at leisure. The two men did not speak. The elder of the two, in his mid-twenties, had experience of this subtle form of torture , and concentrated o n anything but the surroundings. He was mentally prepared for the coming match, and he refused to allow anything to draw him out of the shell int o which he had withdrawn. However, he could find time now to reflect on the long, hard climb which had brought him to this moment. He had played in every major tennis tournament in the world since turning professional. He had won the French and the U.S. open, overcoming th e hostile crowd at Fores t Hills. He practically always reached at least the semi-finals. But he had never won Wimbled o n before. The elder man smiled slightly as he glanced at his youthful opponent. The boy was tall and slim and fair, and looked like everybody's ideal of a Californian whizz-kid. In fact, it was the elder ma n, David Carter who had been b orn in California. Paul Detrie was a native of Belgium. He was totally unlike Carter. Carter was short and stocky, with broad shoulders, a hooked nose, ears which stood out at right angles to his hl'ad and thick untidy black hair. There \路Vas no doubt about where the sy mpathies of th e crowd would lie. Detrie would have them vvith him every inch of the way . Carter regarded his young opponent with amused sympathy. "I'm sitting opposite somebody who d oes n't know that nobody has ever sat in this room with dry palms ," he thought with amusement. "He thinks I'm absolutely calm." His thoughts were borne out when Detri e surreptitiously wip ed his palms on his shorts. Carter picked up a towel from his bag and dried his o wn sweating palms. Detrie's surprise showed in his eyes. And then the door opened. Both men jumped. An official appeared. "Will you please go onto court, gentlemen?" he sa id. The two men rose and picked up bags and rac kets. At the door, two ballboys appeared to carry their thin gs onto court. Carter avo ided looking at Detrie. The time for sympathy was over. Now it was a tennis match, to be won by som ebody. Which meant that somebody had to lose. It was Paul Dctrie in the third set, and the victor was the waiting room . Lynn Bryan t, U6

A Nightmare She arrived at our door on a bleak winter night The little black kitten trembling with fright. We took her in and gave her hot milk She went to sleep on my bedspread of silk. As I lay in bed hearing her purr, She washed and washed at her glossy, black fur. As I stroked her head she curled her lip And dug her claws right into my hip. With her hair on end she snarled and spat My little black kitten was an evil cat. Surprised and frightened I watched her grow And out of her mouth blood started to flow. Her eyes of amber turned to red And joined into one in the middle of her head She growled and snarled as she crawled to my face, Her h o t, fiery breath kept coming apace. As closer an d closer she came to m y head I scrambled right up to the top o f the bed. I lifted my hand and closed my fist She drew back in fright and hissed and hissed. I punched her once right in her ear The scream she let out was dreadful to hear, She curled herself into a ball of hate, She had worked herself to a furi o us state. As I fought and struggled with this cat of hell I was suddenly startled by the sound of a bell. A voice in my car said, "Get up out of bed, You'll miss the bus and the cat has to be fed." Penny Gardiner, 2C

'Cat in the Brick Wall-', by Michele Demetriou, 4G.

'Circus Cage' (Made from wood, probably German, C1900) by Angela Seabrook, 1R

A Visit to the Zoo Most poems that tell About a visit to the zoo Are all about the an ima ls there, But of this poem, that's not true.

Of course there were The big animals, small and thin, Some hairy and some scary, All making a din.

There were the usual fierc e o nes, Staring through the bars, The usual winged o nes Wishing themselves among stars. But it was the p eople I saw, The p eople at th e zoo, Wh om I found myself watching As I stood in the queue. There were the screa ming schoolboys, Waving a scruffy cap At the very puzzled animals, Va inly trying to nap. There were the o ld, wrinkled granni es, Watching with gTowing dismay, As their "usually d oc ile grandchildren" Got very carri ed away . "Don't feed the Animals," The notices said, But I d o n't kn ow why th ey were there, Beca use they weren't read. Small kids thrust grubby ha nds Through the bars of a cage, And threw an animal a h alf- eaten sweet Before the animal got in a rage. Some students stro ll ed around, stuck up, As th ey talked in their suburban drawl, Identifying the m ore unusual anim als As if they knew it all. Perhaps if we were put in a cage, And animals p estered us By staring a nd makiug rude comm ents And generally ma king a fuss We would learn that we're j ust as peculiar, And we're not such a special breed, And we'd stare forlornly at the notices "These are humans - so please d o NOT feed." Rebccca Rippin , 3A

The Last Day I died and rose from the dead, but do not walk upon the earth. Death brought no great fear, no pain, but a glorious, refreshing tranquility to my soul. The last day brings images -strange , soothing, some frightening, all beckoning - and these I have recorded. On that day, I awoke relaxed, instinctively knowing it was my last. Suddenly, everything went hazy and I could feel my spirit leaving my earthly b ody. I seemed to float upwards and, looking down , I could see a body- mine - breathing gently in a peaceful and motionless atmosphere. I then came down to earth! My legs weakened and I fell to my knees. I raised my head and saw a dark, winged figure - the dark angel. The face was barely recognisable, for there was an eerie swirling mist surrounding the both of us, but I could make out a kindly smile and a pair of glazed eyes which appeared to loo k straight through me. The angel held out a hand and firmly gripped mine. Lifting me onto my feet, he muttered something I could not interpret and began to walk slowly backwards until he m erged with the mist, leaving me alone -but I was not afraid. I began to walk slowly forward. The mist disappeared and revealed a path, which seemed neverending. I followed this, quickening my pace, and as I walked fur ther, the edge of the path became crowded with small figures: some screaming, some smiling benevolently; all becko nin g me to the left or right, but I kept my head down and ignored the shrieks and laughter. I wasn't paying much attention to that which was before until I collided with something. I muttered an apology and as I went to carry on my way, I felt someone grab hold of my arm and swing me round. The figure was tall and thin, wrapped in a black mantle and carrying a scythe over his shoulder. My head jerked backwards and I found myself gazing into a hooded face. My first th ought was that o f a farm-worker, a reaper, and my impression wasn't far wrong. It was no t a worker, but a skeleton , who was indeed a reaper - a reaper of souls. I was hypno tised and as I stared into the deep eye sockets I could see visions of crowds of people yelling and fighting as they were 'collected' by Death, the reaper. I turned my head and as I did so I could sec a golden aura springing from a woma n so beautiful. She had golden hair, which cascaded, like a sparkling waterfaU, o nto her shoulders. Her ey es were gentian blue, resplendent pools of water -mysterious with hidden depths. She had blood red lips, which were poised in a welcoming smile and stood there calling, arms outstretched. I struggled free and ran blindly towards her, forgetting the figures and hooded watchmen along the path. When I reach her, she gathered me into her arms and whispered : "I am your Immortal Guardian, I guard you through life's journey. You did not hesitate and resisted all temptations and beckonings. You will be justly rewarded." I asked her what she meant but she pressed a finger to my lips, bid me be quiet and vanished. I looked up into a misty sky and I could see a small, sparkling bubble floa ting on a gentle breeze as I felt myself slip into my earthly body once more. When my spirit returned, I opened my eyes. On my bed lay a mass of fl o wers and a t the head of the bed stood a wizened old woman. A tattered, patched cloak hung loosely on her shoulders and in her gnarled arthritic hands she held a snow-white lily and a tiny snowdrop. She made no utterance but pointed to me, then to the snowdrop; then from the lily she pointed to a small bubble. She entwined the two flowers and I could sec that she mean t that th e Immortal Guardia n w ou ld always be with me, even in death. The old woman disappeared and I was alone, completely relaxed and at peace with myself. I felt as if I was floating in a pool of cool water, Someone was supporting me, keepin g m y head above the surface. Then the stranger bent over me and passed his hand over m y b ody. I fel t a tingling sensation and then ..... nothing. I can remember someone finding my body, grieving for me- all unnecessary in that life. I was resurrected and realised the futility of such grief, after all, death comes to us all in due course. Sarah Smi th , 5 L 44

A Refugee The days seem so much colder now, The icy winds have no pity. A crowd of anxious masks, We're bound for an unknown city. Memories of a happy family, Delighting in each brand new day And of a secure and dignified country, And days that seem so far away. The radios buzzed and the streets came alive, The day that war was d eclared , Young men felt brave, enlisting with honour, Whil e mothers and children felt sad a nd scared. Now as the ship tosses to and fro, I think of the future and shudder with dread. I've nothing to look forward to, With family and friends so suddenly dead . The p eople around me groan and cry, And the night closes in like an animal on its prey, I wrap th e ragged cloa k tighter around me, And wonder if I will live to sec another day. Teresa Marsan, 3C

'Hands', by R.ajan Sathi, L6.

Moving House At six o'clock on Saturday morn, The furniture van blew its horn. Along came three men dressed in red, 'Right,' said Fred, 'I'll ta ke the bed.' The fridge too big, the door too small, So out of the window with it all. Cupboards and tables, carpets and chairs, Glasses and crockery stacked ol1 the stairs. Mother is panicking - can't find the cat, Father comes running and slips on the mat. Rose trees and bushes, supposed to stay, But mother is loathe to part this way. So, out to the van , she sneaks them in, Som e hidden in curtains, and one in the bin. Tail board, at bs t, is shut up tight, With everything pushed in out of sight. Neighbours are calling to bid farewell, Glad to be rid of us, truth to tdl! After a day on the road we agree, As we sit in the new hall, supping tea , This is the best m ove w e've ever mad e. As past fears and worri es quickly fade, The ea t's feet buttered to make him stay, And down to the pub, Dad's on his way. Karen Gray, L6D

Scraper Board Work: 'Old House' by Michele Demetriou, 4G

Moving House At las t the furniture's in the van, Stacked up high by th e removal man , He pushed and pulled at the o ld se ttee, But I didn't help him, oh no no t me! F or moving the furniture that's his job. So sorry for sounding a bit of a snob! "The directions to the ho use arc marked o n this map," I said to the wumpy old man who was adjusting his cap. So he jumped in th e van and turned the key, With out taking the map from me. He drove off quic kly down the road, It was clear he knew nothing of th e 'green cross cod e.' A few minutes later !looked a t my hand , Why were there two maps ? I couldn't understand, The n I realised what had gone wro ng, But it was too late he'd already gone, I panicked and screamed , 'What shall I d o?' Everything was in that van, from table to sh oe ! 46

At ten o 'cloc k he returned that night. T o say my h o use was no where in sight. He knew th e way as a map h e already ha d, But mv h o us e n ow her e路~ It m ade m e feel sad. But I did;1't believe him, o h no n o t me, So I went there myself my house for t o see I savv m y h ous e the very ne x t day, And th e re moval man didn ' t know what to say . So l forgave him with th l' kindn ess of m y h eart Although, so a ngry, I could have to rn him apart. Qui c kly that day we unloaclcrl th e va n, But l gave no tip to the rem oval man . Away h e drove and [was alone in m y h o use, It was so quiet you cou ld have h eard a m ouse, All the r ooms were long and cre epy, But so frighte ned I was, I didn ' t feel sleepy . Th e n th ere was a kn oc k on the door, It was te n squatters waiting to sleep on the floor ! G lad ly I le t th em in for a bit o l' company, But the disaster still co m ing I didn' t sec . A l'ew days later l asked t h e m to go, But an y signs of ' moving h o u se' th ey didn 't sh ow. I sh outed a nd screamed , 'You go o r I!' I needn't tell you th eir horrid repl y. [ pac ked my case and called for a rem oval m a n. And o nce aga in ca m e that grump y old man. He said, 'What way now, wh ere d o l go?' I a nsw ered th e o pp os it e way, is the way to go. Soon we were there outside my old fl a t. But to o dirty squatt ers on my d oorstep sat. But as m y flat was big anywa y, I said for a fe w wee ks they co uld stay, They b ecame m y very good fri ends. So this is wh er e m y travels end. Although l am bac k wh ere l was b efor e, Now l d o n't ge t squatters al th e d oor. Liza Mould, 4 S

The Storm The storm is a sly creature that creeps and attacks the unsuspecting public. It is like a general planning its attack using crafty decoys: one minut e it lets the sun shine thro ugh its cl ouds m aking everyone believe that it is going to be a fin e day, then it attacks, usua ll y with its battle cry- a crac k o f lightning or roar of thunder. Then the icy lines hit you from all directions. I wouldn't really care ab o ut th e rain if it came clown calm and just at the right temperature - like the sh ower unit in m y bathroom. But the wind blo'vvs a nd sends a chill, down your spine. The rai n fall s and th ere is spray every where. Slowl y your visibility becomes restric ted an d one b y one a multitude of coloured umbrellas pop up like the lights of a fairf,rround. Sudde nly everyone seems to speed up and the pace of life quickens as p eople rush to get to the safety of th eir hom es. A stor m can be pleasant sometimes. It is a comfortable feeling to hear th e sto rm raging a ll throu gh its stages in the safety of your house. In the gutters, oil and rain mingl e a nd m a ke many bright colours as they sweep towards the drain . Reflections on the pavem ent can make the storm at tractive. In the distance you ca n see the streaks of rain as it ma kes its impressio n o n the sky and if you are lucky you can see th e bright blue fo rk of lightning. But if you are caught in a storm at night that is a different thing altogether; the ligh tning against the trees creates many horrifying silhouettes. The unkno wn lurking in the dark pushes a wave of fear thr o u gh you a nd th e frightening crack terrifies yo u. Th e flash o f lightning cracks when yo u least expect it a nd it sends you almost crazy wondering when the nex t will come. And the cold rain seems even colder in the darkness. Andrew Hart, 4A (B .G. )

Bird Silhouettes by Paula Alien, Ann Henderson, Janet Mole, 2MO

'Going to School' by Terry Price, 58

City Streets The crumbling bri cks casca de onto th e pavem ent; Benea th this rubble, vegeta ti o n strives for recog niti o n In the gr ey, mindl ess jungle With ou t hop e. Tufts o f grass stra in to reac h the li ght Ab ove th e burdensom e pavin g sto nes; Sparse spec ks o f green emerge, like mould o n br ea d, Onl y to be trampl ed b y th e incessant arm y Of co mmuters. Occas io na ll y, tr ees loo m as if to encourage life, Ta ll awe-inspiring fi gur es o f beauty, Vandalised b y apa thy And barb ed wir e. Joanne Ahearn c, U6

Pompeii The witch Vesuvius has enchanted; People and an ima ls arc turned to stone. Once a wealthy city was Pompcii, A typical Roman town, Smoothered by Vesuvius, The Volcano Witch ! Pliny watched from afar for three da ys: 'A pine tree of red shoots up a great height vvith many branch es.' The Volcano Witch strikes! Amid a heap of rock a city wails to be found, All black and charred since A.D. 79. A city of co lumns, statues and baths, A way of li fe encrusted in lava . Gemma O'Co nn or, 3C

Plaster Sculpture, bv Michele Demetriou, 4G.

'Kneeling Figure and Scarecro w', by Annette Bel/you and Lorrain e Skinner, 4G.

'Rocking H orse' by Tania Murph y, IS

A Strange Traveller Sitting in the carria ge Th ere arc two of us here. I am Read in g a paper, she's staring in th e air Absently. No thing is sa id and she st ill kee ps o n Gaz ing, loo kin g back a t a n Emp ty life. T ired she lo o ks; her clothes are quite Ragged, she's travelling Away from worries and tr o ubles. Vaga b o nd person she seems to be Emp ty of feeling. She has Lived a hard life Loo king at a future of End less tro uble a nd strife; Ruefu l a t all that is in the pas t. John Andcrson, 3C

The Journey Th e carriage was full o f depr essed faces, Faces of defea t, Dej ec ti on, ha tr ed And sorrow. Hands chain ed , they were humiliat ed, Bea ten, ki cked, Br o ken, d oo m ed . Po li sh prisoners, tra nsport ed to Nazi camps , To be put t o work, Information for ce d o ut o f th em. Death for the r ebels. Mis ery for th e others. Separa tee!, Imprison ed, starved. Wha t hop e is th ere f or these gr im faces? Hard m en. Steve n Ho rsup, 3.C

A Fantastic Invention This is it It's arrived , The most fantastic inventi on ever devised. What does it do? You may well as k, It does everythin g, Simply any task. I t cooks, it cleans It opens the door, Can say "How do you do?" As it sweeps the fl oor. It's courteous, shin y . Bright and clea n, Cheap to run The perfect machine. If you would like one Let me know, For th ere are ma ny models, For me to show. Can you guess This machine's name? If yo u can't You should be asham ed. -It's a woman! Ainsley Ali, U6

'Pot Plant ', by Thowh ee tha Shaah , 3A.

Scraper Board Work: by Richard Erskin e, 4G

Scraper Board Work: by Amanda Murray, 4G

Scraper Board Work : 'The Incredible Hulk' by Taalibhusain Shaah, 2C

The Dentist Its funny what can happen, When you enter the dentist's door. The pain that's hurt you all day long Is suddenly there no more. After you tell the receptionist your name, She has a form to fill. So you sit down and meanwhile Think about the drill. You think about what he will say, While you sit and watch the wall. He says he'll take two teeth out, but it won't hurt at all. Then he opens up his little drawer, And pulls out one big pick. But you tell him to wait a sec, And hang on while you are sick. The teeth are out, Hip Hip Hooray! You lie back in the chair. But then you notice something new The blood that's everywhere. But then a noise awakes you, From the dentist scene, The receptionist tells you go on in, Your teeth were all a dream. The dentist tells you to open wide, His look inside is brief. He says that you can go home, And doesn't touch your teeth. Frederick Grant, 3A

The Castle Sec the turrets stretching upward, Through the gray and smoky sky, Now by scaffolding surrounded, While the traffic rumbles by. Once the castle was the glory, Of the land for miles around, Now its splendour is decaying, As it crumbles to the ground. Now the great hall is deserted, Now the dungeon's caving in, And its sides, so steep and slimy, Speak of horrors, dark and gTim. Castle, you have lasted longer, Than man's present efforts will, Ten year tower-block, dull and dirty Already crumbles on the hilL Susan Robinson, 1 R

The Waiting Room The harsh yellow of the naked bulb did nothing to alleviate the stark depression of the room. The clinical white paint, now begrimed with the filth of its many previous occupants, was cracked and peeled in flakes like the skin from a corpse after a fire. The cold, grey flagstones were worn at the corners from the shuffling of hundreds of anxious feet. The thick oak door with its metal-clad peephole was slashed and torn by the hysterical fingernails of the terrified inhabitants. It is 1984, somewhere in the world. She sat against the wall, knees hunched, her arms wrapped tightly around them, as if to save them from the traumas to come. The only bench was occupied by a series of old men with receding white hair and deeply etched wrinkles. Some bore the scars of past ordeals. No one was over fifty. The woman nearest the door emitted a choked gurgle that could have been a scream - if she had had a tongue. The silence was deafening. They sat, bones crackling with hidden tension, backs pressed against the wall, desperately trying to hide themselves from all-seeing eyes. The heavy tramping reverberated along the corridor and into the frozen quiet of the waiting room. Someone whimpered. The footsteps drew nearer, closing in on the waiting prisoners, petrified like rabbits cornered by a snake. She was caught up in an ecstasy of fear as the steps approached the door and passed. Faintly came the sounds of a door being unlocked and bolts drawn. Then a high, thin wail of stark terror shattered the beginnings of their relief. "Next door ," stated a pockmarked youth. "Yeah, God rest her soul," murmered the oldest of the men . The tension faded quietly and conversation began again, muted by the knowledge that one of their number had escaped interrogation. Time passed, flowing quietly like an old tired river in a mud filled estuary, disturbed only by the arrival of the midday meal. At least, that was what the warders called it. Everybody knew that mealtimes were rearranged to disorientate the prisoners. It was all part of the wearing-down technique. Ironically, she had no resistance to be eroded. Abruptly, the dumb women choked on her cabbage gruel, slopping the greasy liquid down the sides of the basin. Everyone stiffened, dinner forgotten in their sudden universal panic. Footsteps echoed softly on the other side of the wall. A man spoke outside, harsh, clipped sentences that made the blood run cold down her back. Surprise, hastily concealed, answered him. A rattle of keys, the clang of a bolt and the door swung slowly open. She squatted, curled up tightly like a hedgehog, heart pounding heavily against her ribs. The leading soldier slowly surveyed the room, noting the position of each still form . He turned, casually, to her. "Six-four-one-two?" Her head nodded a fraction of a millimetre, eyes bulging in pinched, white face. "Get up you fool, you're free." She remained frozen, unable t o comprehend the casual statement. "Oh, pick her up. She'U soon understand." But nobody ever leaves th e Detention Centre alive, let alone free. How .. . what am I doing here? My cell ... at least it was safe in there . . . Oh God, the sun. I can see the sun! The pneumatic doors hissed shut behind h er, their smokey glass shutting our the brilliant, yellow glow. The heat burned her shoulders after the damp chill of the concrete; the glaring light pained her dulled eyes. Gradually she became accustomed to real light once more. Once - familiar sights presented themselves with a new significance : a crisp packet, tossed carelessly aside, now glistened red and green in the afternoon sunshine; dust patterns in the road reflected the light, every grain of special importance to her. She noticed a dandelion in a crack in the pavement, each petal a perfect point, painted a vivid yellow shade she'd forgotten months ago. She bent and picked it, its butter milky sap staining her pale fingers. Its hollow stalk was cool and smooth. She held it delicately 56

afraid to dent its tubular perfection. Still holding her prize, she stepped into the road. A sudden, once-familiar screech shattered her bliss. A thud, one still high cry and the knowledge that her first thought had been right. Alexine Horsup , L6D

The Daydreamer He sits by the window and out he stares, Into the wide open space; Sometimes he's a hunter shooting grizzly bears, Or an Artist painting a beautiful face. In the schoolroom or at home, His thoughts always seem to roam To far off lands across the sea, Where he co nquers a town, or two, or three. Up the Amazon he will go, Or ride the rapids in a canoe; Across the Deserts on a camel, That's the only way he'll travel. The seven seas he sailed with Coo k, And like Will Shakespeare he'll write a book; Thro ugh the clouds he'll parachute Or rob a bank and steal the loot. Like Hitchcock he'll direct a thriller, Or discuss a book with Henry Miller; A heart transplant he did perform, And h elped a footballer with a ligam ent torn. Across the sea in a big ship, Or on Concorde he'll take a trip; The World is our oyster, so people say, If you can daydrea m the day away. Nicola Bartle tt, 4A (BG)

'Combatants' by Paul Anderson, 3H

At Evening (to Jill, July 1979) Night's horizon lifts dark above The remains of day. Dusky smells And stillness breeze and bridge the stream. The leaves, dusk-shaded and twilit Together shadow and shine. Together now, We will part to laugh and meet again. I will leave you and leave with you Shared comforts and shared laughter, Flowers picked and thrown, wetted feel Of feet dancing on midnight grass. Ever ours. These have happened and are timeless Ever ours. The dying rays crease shadows on your skirt. The moonlight's joyful madness laughs within your eyes. D.N.

Scraper Board Work : 'Sax. Player' by Paul Lee, 4G

The Day when the Machines became Human "The time has come, I think we should radio control," whispered the toaster to the radio . "Ok, but don't talk too loudly or Lorraine will hear." As he said this, Lorraine got up out of her chair and walked into the fron t garden. "Mum, you might think I'm mad ... ,"she started, but her mother interrupted her. "It's all right dear, I don't think you're mad, I know you're mad." "Don't muck about, I'm being serious. I could have sworn that I heard the toaster speaking." On hearing this her mother jumped up out of her sunchair, grabbed her daughter's arm and marched in doors. "Don't ever say things like that when people might hear", her mother growled an grily. "The neighbours might hear you, I don't want them thinking I've got a mad daughter." "But mum even you said I was mad." "Don't argue with me. I've had enough. Your father and brother have both said they have heard machines and electrical equipment talking to each other. lf it wasn't for Rover the dog, I th ink I'd go mad as well." Lorraine stared at her mother, she was just going to speak when a scream was heard from the front room. Both Lorraine and her mother rushed into the front room. Lying on the floor was Michael with the electric fire at his feet. "What happened, Michael?" "I went to turn the telly on when suddenly the fire jumped on top of me." "Really Michael, do you expect me to believe that? First you tell me that you heard the music centre giving out orders, to all the machines in the house and now this. l can't stand any more, I'm going to lie down for a little while. Wake me up when your father gets in from work." She walked out of the room and upstairs intending to go to bed, but found that the doorway was blocked by the hoover. "My God, how did you get here?" she screamed. "I walked," it answered slowly, not quite sure of her reaction. But he soon got it. There and then she fainted. "This was not supposed to happen," he whispered as the bedroom door opened, making visible the toaster, radio, hair-dryer, electric rollers and a smaHer electric fire than the one in the front room. "I don't like this very much, we might hurt someone," said the electric roller?. "I~'s too late to turn back, the music centre has ordered us," said the hair-dryer, in her high pitch ed VOlCe.

"She's only following the orders because they're engaged," whisp ered the toaster to the radio. "We must hurry before Lorraine and Michael go back into the front room," ordered the Hoover once again putting on his strict voice. They all made their way down the stairs trying to be quiet , but it is very hard when you do not have feet like humans. At this moment they all wished t hey were humans. Once in the front room the music centre began giving orders. "Hoover, stand in front of the back door. You smaller machines stand around me. Radio call Michael and Lorraine, th en I will,ask them my question." 路 "What is your question?" asked the radio. "You will soon see, call Michael and Lorraine." Michael and Lorraine walked slowly into the room. 60

"I told you th e music centre was in co n trol," h e whi spered. "Stop talki ng, I wa nt to as k you something." "Ok, d o n't ge t yo ur wires crossed," L orrain e said. "You mi ght thi n k this is silly, but 1 ca n't s tand soul mu sic so e n yo u please stop pia y ing it on me." Mich ael a nd Lorraine burst out laughing. "Do you m ean a ll t hi s was just to ge t u s to stop pla y in g so ulmnsic?" as ked Mi chacl sm il ing.

"Y cs."

"All right, we \路Vi ll sto p playing soul musi c, if you promis e to put everyt h ing bac k to normal." The music centr e cli c k ed a S\-vitc h and sudd enl y a ll the ma c h1n,:s b egan to move. "Everything is normal no w," it sa id. "I don't think anyth ing will be n orma l a gain."

" What do yo u m ea n ?" as k ed th e music centr e in a puzzled vo ice . '路~ ot hin g

a m achine could understand,'' Lorraine laughed. Susan Coodc, 3C

'Moon Car' by Joe Gurjar, 3C

Chess Club The Chess Club enjoyed a welcome revival this year, with much of the enthusiasm coming from the junior forms. Two evenings a week were set aside for the club - one at Arbour Square and the other at Bethnal Green. The Bethnal Green club has been heavily supported by the first years with several boys joining in from the fourth and fifth years. A regular "hard-core" of IS-20 players has attended each week. At Arbour Square attendance has been more sporadic with the main support coming from the Second and Fifth Years. Nevertheless, the standard of play has clearly improved over the past year. The highlight of the year has been the entry of a junior team into Zone A of the North London Schools' Chess League. The team has played schools all over London as far a field as Hendon and Hammersmith. Rainc's Foundation came third overall in the League Table -a most creditable achievement considering our inexperience. Much of our success results from the strong loyalty each player has shown towards the team. Three players, Gary Trew 2Mo, Karen Waxham 2C and Terry Webber lM, represented the school in the fifth North London Junior Chess Congress and the PitmanJunior International Championships. This is a gruelling 3-day event and each player enjoyed some success. Terry Webber did particularly well in his section, coming 7th out of 84 players from all over Southern England. In the school individual championships the results were as follows:Senior Chess Junior Chess Senior Chess Junior Chess The Senior House Championship by

Champion -Arbour Square --Peter Oliver, SS Champion- Arbour Square- Gary Trew, 2Mo Champion- Bethnal Green- Gary Clamp, SA Champion - Bethnal Green -Terry Webber, lM Chess Championships was won by School House and the Junior House Chess Winterton.

Finally, I would like to thank Andrew Ali, 3A for being such an effective and responsible Junior Team captain, and the second year girls who helped with refreshments for visiting teams. Junior Chess Team Players Andrew Ali 3A (Capt), Karen Waxham 2C, lan Graham 2C, Gary Trew 2Mo, Matthew Ross 2Mo, Paul Collier 2C, Terry Webber lM,Jonathan Goh JR. B.E.J.

The Castle How tall thy triumphant towers stand That repelled the mob, the rebellious band. Who dared to attack thy fortiCied splendour, Thy walls which stand so tall and slender? They attacked thy walls with flying stones; The garrison cried in anguished tones. Your archers fired all around And pinned your enemies to the ground. John Hampshire, 3C 62

Richard Erskine, 4G

Table Tennis Club The table tennis club has had another very successful year with both 路Wednesday a nd Fr iday evenings consistently well attended. Particularly pleasing has been the progTcss tha t many of the players have made, w ith several of them having now joined local clubs. We are particulary indebted to Mr. Austin, a parent of o ne of our pupils, who has given up a great d ea l of his time coaching the juniors on Tuesday and Wednesday evenings. The inter路house competition was split into junior and senior sections in a similar way to 1ast year's competition wi th each house team consisting of five boys and five girls. T h e results are shown below : Points Foundat ion School Mann Winter ton

Senior

Junior

21 14 13 12

15 15 17 13

Unt il now the table tennis club has existed only in the Arbo ur Square building. Next year it is hoped to start table tennis at Bcthnal G reen for the first a nd second years and I feel sure that it will soon become as established there as it has a t Arbour Square. C.J.N .

Girls' Physical Education 1979-1980 NETBALL The school was well represented in the East London League with four teams from second to sixth year, this being the main source of competition. Matches were keenly contested and we met with varied success. Teams need more practice to develop skilis especially the more junior teams. Second and third year teams played keenly and enthusiastically but were unable to match the skill and techniques of their opponents, winning only a few matches as a result. The fourth year team started the season badly with only a few of the team playing regularly, but with a more determined effort in the Spring Term, played really well and were eventual runners-up in their section . The senior team excelled themselves and under the positive leadership of their captain, Anne Small, won all their matches to win the championship. A series of matches were played by first and second years against local schools, each year fielding as many as eight teams in each competition. The majority of these matches were won and the vitality and enthusiasm of the first year promises well for the future. Colours: FULL: - Tabassam Rashdi; Anne Small (captain);Joanne Ahearne;Joanne Marshall; Laura Davies; Michelle Longworth HALF: - Joanne Fox; Dawn Malcolm JUNIOR: - Wendy Holland;Jcnnifer La udat; Susan Turner; Mic helle Curry; Kerry Jos e ; Wendy Goode; Diane Reeves In the match Staff v Upper Sixth , the school outclassed the staff and won overwhelmingly!

1st VII Netball- East London Champions. Back Row L . to R.-L. Davies, T. Rashdi, M. Longworth, J. Ahearne. Front Row L. to R .-J. Marshal/, A. Small (Capt.}, J. .Fox, (Absent-D. Ma/co/m).

1st XI Hockey. Back Row L. to R .-M. Longworth, C. Marshal/, A. Small, D. Prentice, J. Ahearne, L. D avies. Front Row L. to R. - S. Quresh i, J. Roberts, D. Poole, J. Neighbour , J. Marshal/.

HOCKEY Thi s was a more settled season weather-wise and hockey 路was played for a longer p er iod than usual. The standard of the Inter-House matches was high from the third year and upwa1'ds . End o f season open tournaments were held at Oa kfield School Sports Centre and tea ms were entered fr om each year. T he second year were third; the third year were seco nd ; the fourth year were thircL T he Senior XI played hard but were outclassed by t ea ms from Essex schools. A few / iris wer e en tcred in the Middlesex hockey trials. Alex Sullivan of the third year reach ed the final squad. The staff played th e 1st X1 and won b y three goals to o ne. Colours: No full colours were awarded. HALF : - Laura Davies; Anne Smaii;Joanne Marshal!; Michelle Lo ngwor th JUNIOR : - J ennifer Laudat; Lo rraine Skinne r; Wendy Go ode The annual trip to Wembley took place with two coach loads of Raincians from firs t to sixt h year , enjoying the afternoon out to watch England defeat Sco tl and. 65

CROSS COUNTRY Cross country has become a strong competitive sport with R.Ltine 's girls, season 1979-1980 being highly successful. In the Oakfield invitation competition, the Junior team (first to third years) took first place; the Intermediate team (fourth and fifth years) was also first. This success was repeated at the East London Championships when the Junior, Intermediate and Senior teams took final first places. As a result of their fine performances, sixteen girls were selected to represent East London at the All London Championships. Further selection honours went to Wendy Go ode, J oanne Marshal!, .Ja yne Neighbour, Shirin Qureshi and Debra Harvey as they were invited to represent London at the Inter Counties Championship . .Joanne and Shirin were honoured by representing London at the English Schools National Championships near Shrewsbury. We congnttulate all these girls on their success. Rainc's can be proud of the girls who represented the school, district and county, setting a very high standard in our own inter-house competitions throughout the school. Colours: FULL: - Joanne Marshall;Jayne Neighbour; Shirin Qureshj HALF: - Julie McLean; Alicc David; Tina Szucs; Susan Rudwick; Debra Harvey; Kay McEachran JUNIOR: - Jennifer Lauclat;Jacquelinc Brown; Susan Turner;Jcnnifcr Harvcy; Wcndy Goocle, Jan e Gardiner; Kerry Jose; Liza l'Vlould; Wendy Holland

Senior London Cross Country. L. to R.-S. Oureshi, J. Marshal/, J. Neighbour.

Competitors at East London Swimming Championships.

SWIMMING As in previous years, we entered teams in the Scott Lidgett Trophy inter school swimming league. This gave us a n opportunity for regular competition for teams from first to sixth years. At the end of the season , we were runners-up to Sir John Cass School and this meant we qualified for the runners-up final against schools from South London. Again we were runners-up, this time to Waverley School. In addition to this league, we entered the East London Championships, in which we did very well: First years wer e third; Second years were first; Third years were second; Fourth years were second; Fifth and Sixth years were first. The overall championship trophy was presented to Raine's as the outright winners. Performances this year are to be co mmended a nd the girls are to be congratulated on the good results, not only because of their prowess, but also for their loyalty to the school and each other in putting out teams for these compe titio ns. Deborah Read of the first y ear is to be congratulated on reaching the Lo ndon Schools' Finals where she took a second a nd a third place. Colo urs : FULL: - Tina Szucs HALF: - J a n et Crudgington; Sandra Birch JUNIOR: - J ennifer Harvey ;Jane Gardiner; Wendy Goode

Tina Szucs, school swimming captain, receiving the East London Championship Trophy.

ATHLETICS As usual it was a rush to get teams ready for the Senior East London Championships a nd events completed for the Inter House Competition by half term. Girls worked hard and responded to the pressure. Their efforts were well r ewarded in that Raine's won bo th the fifth and sixth year competitions by clear margins. It was encouraging to sec more schools competing at Senior level, making the competitions more exc iting and worthwhile. New school and house records were set up by Karen Wollaston (400 metres);Joannc l\!Jarshall (100 m hurdles);.Janet King (long jump); Kay McEachran (high jump and 80m hurdles); fifth year relay team (K. Wullaston, K. McEachran, B. Mann, L. Coley). A commendable set of performances for one season. Trials were held for the East London teams. The following girls were selected to compete at the All Lo ndon Championships at Crystal Palace: - J oanne Marshall (800 me tres); Karen Wollaston (400 metres); Anita and Wendy Sclby (relay); Kay McEachran (80 m hurdles) ; Shade Durowoju (100 metres );Joanne Barnes (1500 metres) Gemma O'Connor (800 metres); Shurmain Regis (Discus);Julie Penticost Uavclin); Myrtle Bruce (hurdles). Julic is to be congratulated on being selected to throw the javelin at the All England Championships after reaching the London and National Standards. The other year East London Competitions were held after half-term at the East Lond on Stadium. The third year excelled themselves and won their championship. The fourth year did not have all their best athletes available but those who took their place did ex tremely well to take third place. The second year were fourth while the first years were eventual winners of their trophy. With four year-competitions won, it was no surprise that Raine's was awarded the overall championship trophy once again. Well done all athletes who competed (at least twenty per year!) 68

Ju/ie Penticost.

First year athletes representing East London. L. to R. - T. Durant, D. Duckett, D. Read.

Senior athletics team at the East London Championships.

In a new venture, the First and Second year London Championships, the fo!Towing girls represented East London: Myrtle Bruce (hurdles); Catherine Farrell (200 metres); Shurmaine Regis (discuss) J ane Carter (high jump); Penny Gardiner ( 1500 metres); De bra Read (hurdles); Tracy Du rant (hurdles); Diane Duckett (100 metres). The final success of the season was the Oafkicld Trophy Competition when first to fourth year teams competed as a complete unit. After an exciting afternoon's competition, Raine's and St. Paul's Way were level on points until the final relay - the fourth year. Naturally, the relay team felt a great responsibility and right up until the final take-over, St Paul's Way were in the lead, but Jennifer Laudat ran as she has never run before and took Raine's into the lead a few metres from the finishing line, so Raine's won by one point! but that was sufficient to gain the Oakfield Trophy which we have not won since 1969. Well clone all those who came last and gained one point ... they all add up to contribute to the final score!

Colours: FULL:- Wendy Selby; Kay lV!cEachran; Anita Selby;Joanne Marshall; Karen Wollaston HALF: - Tina Szucs;Janet King; Shirin Qureshi; Deborah Eclmead; Dawn Prentice; Laura Davies JUNIOR: - Wencly Goocle; Laura Tam; Susan Carpenter; Carol Boyce;Jane Gardiner;Jennifer Laudat Sports Day proved an exciting afternoon of at hletics, after having been postponed from the previous week. Rain held off and some fine performances were achieved. Altogether ten new school records were broken throughout the season. Members of Staff officiated efficiently and helped the meeting run smoothly, including those who valiantly played their part in the stands. The following girls gained five star award certificates; - Diane Duc kett, Debra Read, Vesta Okyere- Yeboah, Tracy Du rant, Sharon Brown, Catherine Farrell, Penny Gat路diner, Myrtle Bruce. Altogether 1979-80 has been a highly successful season for girls' physical education competitionwise, winning junior, inter and senior cross country, athletics, swimming and senior net ball championships. Naturally we are pleased to be in a successful positio n locally, but so much else goes on out of the limelight. Girls have the opportunity to pursue a wide range of activities in the senior school - keep fit, badmington, squash, judo, horseriding volleyball and table-tennis. A few fourth year girls have also joined the archery group at Oakfield. Glenys Scoficlcl excelled herself, winning the gold medal for overall performance. She was the best archer among all the bo ys and girls who pursue the sport at Oakfield School Sports Centre. No report for girls' physical education for the season 1979 - 80 would be complete without thanking all those who take an interest in the achievements of the girls - the Hciuse Staff, those who come out to Oakfield on games afternoons and those who assist with teams out of s:chool. I would also like to offer a very sincere 'thank you' to Anne Small, the school games captain, for her untiring efforts on my behalf with all senior teams. She has set a fine example to all teams, carrying out her responsibilities conscientiously and efficiently.

A.M.L

Boys' P.E. Report 1979-80

Trainer Shoe' by Paul Chimes, 2N

BASKETBALL Although still a very popular game in the school, there is no doubt that basketball is at the crossroads as far as external competition is concerned. The lack of a home court on which to train and play games is a serious handicap as standards rise elsewhere and this can have a bad effect on morale. Nowhere was this more apparent than in the senior team where Dan Perkins, Lee Atkinson, Kenny Constantine and Michael Jacobs were keen and competent players who foundered against the teamwork of some of the opponents we met. We entered the national and London championships but departed in the early stages of each. It is to be hoped that the move to Parmiter's building will provide a basis for a revival at senior level. The Under 15 team also had some excellent individual players. Mark Gerbaldi proved good enough to reach the final England trial, and he was well supported in games by Paul Whitnell, Martin Lake and Paul Thienel. We were number one in East London and reached the quarter-finals of the London and South-East England Championships. The season of the Under 14 team was marred by the serious injury to J effrey Protheroe - an outstanding p1ayer-in a London cup match against Hampstead School. The team reached the East London final, losing to our old rivals Stepney Green, and the semi-finals of the London and the South-East England competitions. Darren Collins, Richard Poole and Alan Oliver gave good service and with experience could become fine players. The second year side had some close games with good standard opposition and contains some prom ising players in Paul Chimes, Clifford Bishop, John Jackson , Way ne Tyrrell and Paul Kloss. We lost the East London final to St. Philip Howard School and lost in the second round of the South-East England competition. The first year team played seven games and lost on-ly to St . Philip Howard School by three points in the East London cup final. This team also has some very promising players including M. Akingbade, Terry Pryer, Tony Vowell, Emil Charlton and Alex Waissen. Like the other school teams the first year boys had to play all their matches away from home but their spirit and enthusiam for the game are a joy to behold. 71

Senior players: D. Perkins (capt.), K. Constantinc, L. Atkinson, M. Jacobs, D . Spence r, A. Brit ton , G. Anderson, J. Green, JVI. Hough ton, S. Isitt, P. Szucs. Under 15 players : M. Gerhalcli, P. Whitenell, M. Lake, P. Thienel, P. Smith, T. Denis, P. Driscoll, Pyne, S. Callaghan, G . Butler. Under 14 players: J. Protheroe, D. Collins, R. Poole, A. Oliver, G. Ross , S. Gibbons, J. Bailey, D. Hermitt, E. Mann, P. Medcraft, G. Perry.

Under 13 players: P. Chimes , J. Thompson, M. Ross, P. Kl oss, W. Tyrcll, D. Goode, D. News o n, Bishop. Under 12 players: T. Pryer, A. Vowell, T. Wu, !VI. Akingbacle, E. Charlton,J. Coy, J. Longworth, A. Waissen, D . AL!press, L. Collins, L. Ashby, D. Blac kie, N. Mer, W. Cordon, R. Vlerm e rling.

J. J ac kson, .J. Co1lins, D. Sto ne, C.

The school supplied several players to the East Londo n teams during the season and won the T.S.B. Trophy as overall East London Champions.

Scraper Board Work: 'Oasis ' by Lorraine Skinner, 4G

ATHLETICS It was such a pity that the sun which shone so brightly on the highly successful schoo l sports m eeting was not evident more often during a damp and dismal athletics season. One by one all the maj or competitions were cance11ed a nd for the first time ever the Oakfield and East Lo nd on overall championships were completley washed out. This was particularly sad as we have some outstanding athletes at Raine's at the moment. At senio r level John Meredith ob tained an A.A.A. standard in the Under 17 discus and was placed third in th e London final. David Spe ncer was second in the final of the London 400m. hurdles and also rep resented London against Surrey and Essex. 72

The third and fourth y ear athl etes were probably the ha rdest hit by meet ing cancellations. Paul Smith , Mark Gcrbaldi, Sean Callaghan, Mi chacl Griffiths, Mark D owden and Stcphen McDuell arc some of the finest athletes we have ever had in the schoo, but all their trajning was to n o avail. Paul Smith equalled bot h sprint records in the school sports and Mark Gerbaldi's hu rdli ng and Sean Callaghan's high jL!mpjng were quite superb. The third yea r athletes also wo rked very h<trd. Gregory Ross de mon strated his tal en t as a sprinter, hurdler a nd triple j ump e r and did wel l to be p~aced thi rd in the Lo ndon Schools' Hurdles Final. Errol Ma nn is a beautiful sty list o n the trac k a nd coulrl have an outstanding future as a sprinter. His forte ho wever is high jumping where he excutes a nea r perfect "Fos bury Flop " as he clears almost six feet. The 1-Iaysman twins, Edward and J o hn, ha:i their best season t o date, performing well in the jumps, throws a nd sprints. Darren Collins, Richard Po olc and Ge offre y Perry took the h on ours in th e distance running a nd th e 15m. race between Darre n and Geoffrey was o ne of the highli ghts of th e school sports. The juniors at least h ad an opportunity to take p art in th e East Lo nd on championship s and came second overa ll o ut of the eight co mp et ing schools. As can be seen from the Five Star Award lists, the secon d year is not strong at hl et ically and its contri bu tion to the champ io nship was sixth positio n. The ca use was n ot h elped by the fact th a t David Goode, a strong a nd determined spri nter and thrower, was on h olid ay at the time. He is good enough to win at leas t one East London i:itle. Th e o utstanding perfor man ces came from Tony Mint who was invin cibl e in the BOOm. a nd 1500Jn. Tony also won the East Londo n c ross-co un t ry championship during the winter and is an excellent team me mber, wiJ!ing to run any di st ance or any relay to help th e team. How for tunate we are to have a competitor like this! Matthe w Ross, Clifford Bish op , David Newso n a nd Pa ul Kl oss all gave their best and no -o ne cou ld ask for a more enthu siast ic bunch of athletes. A ltho ugh Jack ing boys of o utstanding talent, the second year demonstra ted in athletics, as in all sports, a remarkab le facility for team spirit in adversity. In contrast, the first year has man y fine athletes in prospect and won the East Lo ndo n championships most co nvin cingly. The only weakness seems to be in throwing, as running, hurdling anrl jumping are all well cove red. Brian Pett o , with East London wins in high and triple jump , was outstanding and wo uld have co mpeted in the Lond o n ch a mpionships but for his h o lirl ay. Win sto n Cordon is a n excellent sprinter wh n achieved third place in his Londo n final. Nizamgi Mer (400m.) and Car! Dowdell (hurdles ) were placed second in East London a nd fifth in Londo n as was lVJ. Akin gbade in the BOOm. Dean Dunha m , Co lin IJolder, Stcphe n Ho ll an d and Andrcw Watson are powerful sprinters, whilst Liam Ash by and J ason McPherson show promise in the lo ng distance even ts . Lee CoJlins a nd Danny Allpress arc good all -rou nd ers. All thjs mea ns we have another group o f athletes coming along wh o will m aintain the fin e at hleti c tradition of Rain e's.

FIVE STAR AWARD COMPETITION Listed below are all the leading- performances in the national Five Star Award Competition. As ca n be seen, 18 boys achieved the highest possible award compared with 13 last year.

3rd year G. Ross E. Haysman J. Haysman E. Mann

1st year M. Akingbade D. AJlpress L. Ashby D. Blackie Mark Daley Matt. Daley S. Errington S. Riley S. Holland T. Pryer R. Wermerling T. Wu C. Dowdell J. Coy S. Gharabaghi P. Tapio R. Doran ]. Goh P. Ronnegard

5 Star

4th year M. Gerbaldi J. Corbett P. Smith S. Callaghan M. Dowden S. McDuell

2nd year T. Mint

1st year B. Petto C. Holder A. Watson D. Dunham N. Mer L. Collins W. Cordon

4 Star 42

4 Star 2nd year D. Goode D. Newson M. Ross C. Bishop J. Jackson P. Kloss

4th year D. Brown P. Thienel M. Lake M. Griffiths M. Naraid oo T. Denis P. Whitnell P. Scott

3rd year D. Collins B. Lewis A. Oliver J. Hurley J. Morgan R. Morgan G. Perry

Total Awards 3 Star 2 Star

1 Star

Nicola Bartlett, 4A(BG)

SWIMMING Once again the highlight of the swimming year was the inter-house gala at St. George's Baths. It was sad to see Dennis Samuels swim in school Competition for the last time, as his contribution to School House and to the school team over th e years has been immense. He vviU be sorely missed. To a certain extent, his mantle will be carried on by his younger brother, Stephen, who was good enough to be placed second in the London schools' breast-stroke championship. The third year has some other excellent swimmers and John Anderson, Tony Judd, Michael Fox and Richard and John Morgan helped win the East London year championship. Overall the school was placed fourth, with Terry Tabram and John Fitt of the second year the outstanding younger swimmers. The London Swimming League did not take place this year so we were unable to contest the East London section we won last year.

'The Visitor' bv Michael Dines, 1W

RUGBY Following the trials and tribulations of la<t season when the playing fields were unavailable for our home games, it was a relief to be able to resume a full fixture list this year. The general support for all the teams was very good, and the turn-out of members of staff to supervise and referee match es was a vital contribution to a successful season. In the coming season we hope to expand our fixtures so that the standard of p by will co ntinue to rise . .Underl5XV:Pl8 WlO 02 L6. This team has now matured, after years of problems, into a fin e, skilful unit. It contains some remarkably good players who arc now dedicated to the game. The only problem now is a tendency for too many of them to play individually, rather than to work as a team. Then they move up into the first XV this will be sorted o ut and individual enthusiasm will be channelled into the team effort which is essential to success in rugby . The speed of Paul Smith, Mark Dowden, Tom Denis and David Brown was always a joy to watch, and the forwards, led by Marcus Naraidoo and Peter Driscoll, showed strength and determination. If these boys stay on into the sixth form we should have a strong first fifteen in two years. Under 14 XV: P 18 W 9 L 9. At times this team played marvell o us rugby, but at ot her times suffered heavy defeats by bigger and heavier teams. Team spirit is good and there is an abundance of boys willing to play for the team. The skill level is rising and this is exemplified by scrum half and captain Richard Poole, and by pack leader Terry Mahony. Lack of big forwards is always a handicap, but Jeffrey Protheroe, Gregory Ross and J olm Anderson were hard running backs and J amie Anderson was a brave and tenacious full back. Still, the players have character, and with determination could do well in the season ahead. Under 13 XV: P 18 W 12 L G. This team carried on where it left off in the first year, playing with enthusiasm and flair. Jimmy Thompson was an o utstand,i ng leader, prompting backs like Matthew Ross, Paul Kloss and Paul Chimes to fine moves. The forwards were excellent , often outplaying bigger opposition. They were ab ly led by David Newson but Wayne Tyrell, David Goode and John Jackson were never far behind. This team has a very promising future. H.L. Under 12 XV: 'A' TEAM P 15 W 12 L 3 D0 F' 340 A89 'B' TEAM P 6 W 3 L l D 2 F102 A26 When they arrived in the school, the first years knew very little o f the game of rugby . By half-term they had played a game against the second years and only lost by 12 points to 4. One could see that not only did they have a flair for the game but also they had determination. During the season forty -six boys represented the school in two teams. Nobody's place in either team was secure, and this showed when the B team beat St Valentine's A team 28 - 0. Richard Wermerling was an outstanding Captain, who led by example. But there are so many players in the squad that m ay reach the very heights of rugby if they continue in this manner that it is unfair to name any in particular. The high standard set by these players should be an example to follow in future years. M. A.