1981 Yearbook by Loreto Toorak

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Introduction

Piping down the ualleys wild

Piping songs Of Pleasant glee On a cloud I saw a child.

And he laughing said to me. Pipe a song about a Lamb:

So I piped with meery chear, Piper pipe that song again So 1 piped, he wept to hear. Drop they pipe thy happy pipe Sing thy songs Of happy chear, So I sung the same again While he wept with joy to hear. Piper sit thee down and write In a book that all may read So he vanish'd from my sight, And I pluck'd a hollow reed. And I made a rural pen, And I stain'd the water clear,

And I wrote my happy songs, Every child may joy to hear From "SONGS of Innocence"

by William Blake

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Editorial

"The goals of our education today are in essence the same as the goals of our Foundress: the spiritual, intellectual and social development of the individual, and the preparation of students to take their place in the society in which they live, as well as to achieve their ultimate goal, the knowledge and love of God, in so far as this can be attained. The Christian person as envisaged by Mary Ward is characterised by: - freedom of spin - justice - integrity

These ideals incorporating personal responsibility. responsiveness to God and others, the search for truth - epitomise the yearnings of all peoples in every age. Being fundamental human values, they are particularly relevant in today's world where the dignitY of the human person is threateoed" 'Loreto Educational Philosophy'.

FROM SR. DEIRDRE

To some extent this is true. The security of the ordinary is

necessary if new ventures are to be explored, tested and implemented. This was certainly proved when the bulldozers invaded in First Term. The landscaping of the Senior Quadrangle and improvements to the school grounds and buildings are part of a master plan that will contribute to the quality of education offered. Further developments proposed are a Junior School Library, multi-

purpose area and classroom. In the Senior School there is the constant challenge to re-furnish old areas for new uses. Future needs indicate that we will be requiring classroom space. increased audio-visual facilities and a general purpose area (Assembly Hall, Gymnasium. etc.)

Many studies have demonstrated that, while the quality of the facilities in a school is a significant factor, other factors

Sister Deirdre Rofe I.B.V.M.

such as staffing, curriculum and educational experiences are more important. Under this latter category would come the

School Principal

Camp Programme which now operates at Year 7, 9 and 11 levels. The Year 7 orientation camp at Marysville was a time of integration and discovery - about the school, staff and their fellow students. Year 9 took the snow scene by storm,

and had two most successful ski camps. Year 11 finished with another remarkable Christian Living Camp with Two years ago a Seminar on education at Loreto, Mandeville. was held for parents and staff which provoked

Xavier. Such experiences provide challenges beyond the scope of the classroom and the daily round.

considerable interest. One of the speakers commented on

The nine-to-five routine was experienced by some stud-

how fortunate the school was to have a written statement of

ents for the first time when HQC, Year 11 and Year 10 all

philosophy to guide its educational endeavours. This

participated in the Work Experience Programme. The learn-

resource deserves to be better known, both for its intrinsic

ing outcomes were various. but generally conducive to a

interest as an educational document, and because it

deeper understanding of the dimensions to a career.

attempts to capture the essential spirit of Loreto schools. Produced by the Central Educational Advisory Board of the Australian Province of the Institute of the Blessed Virgin

There have been the usual Festivals and Concerts,

highlighted this year by the performance of "The Beggar's Opera" Sporting involvement and achievement (both

Mary, it provides the ground from which each Loreto school

winning and learning to lose) proceeded apace. And in

takes its inspiration. Each school will naturally develop its own identity, shaped by sociological and economic factors,

between, alongside and in some cases despite all this activity, the students continued their primary task of

but the statement of Loreto Educational Philosophy remains

gradually acquiring an understanding of themselves and

the touchstone and arbiter of all our efforts. Thus. in

their heritage and challenging the past and the present in the

presenting Loreto, Mandeville Hall. Toorak 1981 to you,

hope of forging a better future.

we have decided to use this document as the framework for

I am heartened by the seniors' attention given to religious

recording the year's activity.

education in the school - an education undertaken in the

In 1981 it is significant that the peristent emphasis in the statement is on a person (the student) or persons (the school

c]assroom, on Retreats and Camps, in assemblies, and indeed in the daily living which brings so many people

community). Providing a context which is geared to the individual's needs is the aim. "Our schools, through their

together in the name of Christ.

climate, teacher-pupil relations and curriculum aim to meet the spiritual, intellectual, psychological and social needs of

each pupil. developing more fully the ability of each one to think objectively and responsibly, to value the search for truth and to appreciate the dignity and value of the human person. High words and fine ideals! But the proof of education lies in the product. Are we producing those well-

rounded individuals, women capable of assuming responsibility in society? Time does not permit a full answer, but I hope that the contents of this magazine will at least highlight some of the efforts being made towards achieving that end.

A bird's eye view of 1981 would reveal a familiar pattern of a school year - the daily round of classes, liturgies to

mark special occasions, Family Day, Sporting events, Festivals, examinations. Such a glance could lead one to suspect that 1981 could be filed away under "an ordinary "

year.

Mrs. Margaret Willis Deputy Principal

Social Justice and the Missions

In order to arouse in the students a deeper social consciousness and a general awareness of the needs of people

active participation in the pursuit of justice. We in Australia,

living both in their own country Australia, as well as in Third

comparison with those living in Third World countries - let

World countries. a Social Justice Programme has been

us face the challenge which is ours "to scrutinise the signs of the times" and to go forward as men and women for others,

developed over the past few years.

This year every class from Year 7 to Year 12 elected to work for a Mission overseas, as well as for a local need in

their own community. Through the Programme, the students not only have become more interested in the missions in general, but they have discovered much about the life and work of missionaries. and at the same time discovered real

joy in working together for others. less fortunate than themselves. Funds have been raised by means of Spellathons, Cake Competitions. Mini Fairs, Guessing Competitions, Raffles etc.

It would seem that the Programme has been successful in so far as the students have broadened their horizons and

shown concern and interest in all they have studied, shared, discussed and actually become involved. Already aid has been forwarded to many missions and local institutes and letters of gratitude have been received by the students. Students in Year 7 chose to support Loreto Entally which

especially all connected with Mandeville. have so much in

determined to be active in the pursuit of justice, even if this action runs counter to the prevailing social values of our time.

"if you pour yourself out for the hungry and satisfy the desire of the afflicted then shall your light rise in the darkness and your gloom be as noonday and the Lord will guide you continually and you shall be like a watered garden like a spring of water whose waters fail not" Isaiah 58

is one of the oldest charitable educational Institutions in

Calcutta. It was established in 1843 mainly for the upbringing and education of orphans. For a local need the students raised funds for the Victorian Spastic Centre. Year 8 students worked to support the Loreto Sisters in

Nairobi. This was a response to a request from one of the sisters to help them build classrooms for the education of the local girls who do not qualify for a place in the main government subsidised Secondary School. On the local scene concern was directed to the homeless,

needy men in Melbourne and support was given to Institutes such as Ozanam House and the House of Welcome.

Year 9 students heard about the work being done at C.I.N.I. - the Child in Need Institute in India. and felt this

would be a very worthy cause upon which to focus their attention and efforts. This Institute has been set up to help poor. uneducated women in India look after their children. The women learn fundamentals of health, hygiene and

nutrition.

For the local need the Year 9 students chose to raise funds for Ozanam House.

Students from Year 10 supported a mission in New Guinea. as well as a poor family in India. They chose for their local interest, the Institute for the Blind at Kooyong. The girls organised and ran very successfully. a stall at the annual Fete for the Blind.

Year 11 students had the whole school involved in bringing gifts for the Xavier Maytime Fair. Each year the Year 11 students from Mandeville run a stall at the Fair which is

always a great highlight in their missionary activities. Throughout the year they have also assisted at Socials run at Turana and raised funds for the Aboriginal people at Gnowangorup in Western Australia. Working in conjunction with Xavier College. the Year 12 students visited homes after school and thus became more

aware of the needs of elderly or afflicted people. They also visited various Welfare Agencies around Melbourne, and raised funds to assist Epic - a School for Retarded children. We feel very strongly the need to educate our students for justice and we realise that this education is essentially about

Loreto Convent (Entally)

The final class in the school is class X. By the time a gir]

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finishes she would be about sixteen or seventeen years old.

Calcutta-700015. India.

If they are orphans we try to get them into some of our

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Loreto Schools to study until Class XII which is now the

recognised school leaving class. Some get into hospitals to

Dear Sister Patricia,

As Sister Superior is not here at the moment it is my pleasure to thank you and your year 7 students for your great generosity in helping us here in Entally. As I am the Accountant, I appreciate your gift coming at this time of the year when our funds are getting quite low. Food prices are soaring so we are finding it more and more difficult to meet all our expenses. I am sending by separate post some

become nurses and a few after Class XII become teachers.

Formerly the majority of girls obtained jobs in offices as typists and stenographers but competition in this area is

becoming keener as more housewives who are better educated and have more influence, go out to work. However, a number of our girls are still able to find employment in offices.

photographs of the children here and an account of what we

try to do for them. Practically all our children, especially our Boarders (and there are 500 of them) are Catholic and, in most cases they are extremely poor. Not only do we educate them but we also have to try to feed and clothe them as well as provide them with books and everyday requirements.

Please convey our sincerest thanks to your year 7

students for their interest, their generosity and the work they must have put in to raise so much. You will be happy to know that your donation come to Rs. 12.303/- which is certainly a big sum in Indian money and we have every reason to be grateful. With kind regards and good wishes, Yours sincerely in Christ, M. Therese.

Our school, LORETO CONVENT, ENTALLY, is one of the oldest charitable educational Institutions in Calcutta. It

was established in 1843 mainly for the upbringing and education of orphans. Since then thousands of children have passed through the school and have been helped to make their own living. At the present time we have about 500 Boarders. A number of these children are orphans.

Some of them have been sent here by Mother Teresa. The majority of the others are from broken homes where one or sometimes both parents have neglected or abandoned them and some kind priest or friend has brought them here. Nearly all are Catholics but they are very poor and if they have families they live in the slums of Calcutta crowded into tiny airless rooms in the most unhygienic surroundings. Often they suffer from malnutrition or T.B. in childhood and they find it extremely difficult to cope with lessons and studies later on.

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Children here are like children anywhere. TheY are full of life except in the extreme heat of Summer. They enjoy playing and are good at drill. They are musical and pick up songs or hymns very quickly. When they are older they like dancing and pop music. They have no problems about pre-

paring entertainments for special occasions like Teacher's Day as they love to dress up and perform on stage.

LORETO COMMUNITY SERVICE From Loreto Educational Philosophy

The School as Community-centred

development of a sense of social responsibility

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Preparatory Class

Top Row: L. to R.: Mrs. M. Hull, Edwina Bowtell-Harris, Sarita Merle, Annabel Collie, Anna Bowen, Danielle Quade, Alexis Kimmorley, Amy Bongiorno Middle Row:

Virginia Griffith, Rebecca Connell, Sandra Aarons, Genevieve Jackman, Tilly Bowden, Kate

Johnston. Penny Doig, Paige Hanrahan. Emily Loncraine Front Row:

Gabrielle McCorkell. Prue Nolan, Katrina Laurence, Olivia Jones. Sophie Freeman, Claire Nelson, Emily Kift, Kathleen McCarthy, Justina Carter, Jenny Lawrie

Absent: Marika Benetti. Margery Clark

I am getting a pet. It is a rabbit and I will call her Matilda. I will feed ii well with lettuce and grass. I'll also give it carrots

I have a dog he likes me and I like him. I play with him a lot. I also have a rabbit named Ben.

and water. Nana and Pop are giving me the rabbit. 1 am sure 1 willlike it very much.

Ella Bonello

Emma Keith

I play with the pianola. It is fun pushing the pedals. The music is loud.

I am Clare Chamberlin. I have lots of friends and one of

Vanessa Charles

my friends is Therese Ryan. Clare Chamberlin

1 have a dog, I play with my dog every day. Her name is Sasha and I like her.

My dad was Mr. Texta and he was a funny dad. he plays

Silvana Calleri

football.

Jasmine Lincoln

In the holidays me and my family are going to Tasmania, and I might be able to see the Tasmanian devil. Its a scary I had a rabbit but one morning it ran away. We went out to feed him but he was not there. We were so sad we even cried. Alexandra Clissold

black thing. Therese Ryan

YEAR ONE One day my dad said Nellie could go outside. She ran on

I have a rabbit her name is Fluffy. She is a nice rabbit and I

the road and was hurt by a car. She had to go to the Vet

play with her every day. I love her and she loves me. Jessica Adams

who cut a bit of her tail off. She is better now. Roberta McHale

1 have a dog, he had two injections to stop the fleas.

I have five animals at mY house and I love them all. One is a cat and I have 2 dogs and 2 birds.

Alessandra Giorgione Andrea Blake

I can see a cat in the garden. It is black. We don't know

My cat is called Andrew. He likes me and I like him.

her name, but I think Blackie would be a good name.

When 1 hold him he purrs.

Rebecca Burns Patricia Taveira

I am going to the snow next week with my sister and my mummy. I've been to the snow before and I am learning to

I have a cat and a dog. I sometimes go to our beach house, and onto the beach on hot days. We go fishing while at the beach.

ski.

Michelle Thomas

Alexia Bowtell-Harris

1 have a cat named Kate. I love her. Sometimes she goes to sleep in front of the fire.

My mummy can make some lovely cakes. I like them and

all my family does too. My family loves me especially my Louise Gardiner

mummy and my daddy. This is the end of my story. Meg Francis

LORETO CONVENT JUNIOR SCHOOL TOORAK

GRADE 1

Top Row: L. to R.: M. Thomas, L. Gardiner, A. Clissold, J. McCorkell. K. Ireland 3rd Row: R. Burnes, A. Passaro, R. McHale, A. Blake, E. Keith, M. Francazio, A. Jayamaha 2nd Row: C. Chamberlain, E. Bonello, K. Morrison, A. Giorgione, N. Stipanov, T. Gentile, A. BowtellHarris, T. Ryan Front Row: J.

Adams, S. Hubay, J. Lincoln, C. Haridy, Sr. Marie, M. Francis, S. Calleri, V. Charles, J.

Mercovich

YEAR TWO Sport

My favourite thing at school is sport. In sport we have

I like sport. It is my favourite activity at school. These are

freezies and we have two beams one for doing all sorts of

some of the things grade two do at sport, make shapes on

animals on, the other for practising balancing on. We have

the wall bar, forward roll side-ways roll and backward roll

two mats, one for backward rolls one for front rolls.

and we walk along the beam.

Sarah Magee - Year 2 Stories

Josephine Gardner - Year 2 Drama

We have stories at school. They are fun to read and

sometimes they are exciting and spooky but at the end it is

We have fun at Drama. We learn poems like Miss Mouse and Bunnies and Song of the Whale and many many more.

the most exciting part of all.

Vanessa Brown - Year 2 Raelene Howie - Year 2 The Snowman

Some schools have pools

Here comes the snow. Horray Horray. Now we can build

some schools have rules

a snowman. He will have three circles and cherries for the

and some even have tools

eyes and a carrot for nose and a pipe and I wonder if he will

I have a friend who's yours?

come alive. Danielle Merlo - Year 2

Emma Hicks - Year 2 Maths

Drama

We do maths sometimes at 2 o'clock. We learn lots of

1 like drama it is fun and Miss Sadler is nice and she gives us funny sheets and sometimes we all do a play and it is fun. Kym Bonollo - Year 2

different things. We learn sums like 66 +7=73 and lots of other sums. Sometimes we sit on the carpet and talk about some new sums then we go and work on the sums, Melissa Gravdon - Year 2

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Top Row: L. to R.:

Danielle Merlo, Jenny Ingwersen, Phillippa Connell. Vanessa Brown, Raelene Howie,

Sarah Northam. Virginia Scarff 3rd Row:

Rebecca Carnovale, Anita Clancy, Kate Ball, Julia Borghesi, Monique Ireland, Simone Willis,

Victoria Lawler, Lisa Francis, Kym Bonollo 2nd Row:

Diana Roche, Natasha Peters, Michele Treloar, Kirsty Davison, Georgina Kift, Dominique

Burnes, Emma Callander, Alexandra Pelletier

Emma Hicks, Elizabeth Clancy, Kate Collie, Josephine Gardner, Catherine Maimone, Annabel Loncraine, Gaelle Robinet, Melissa Graydon, Sarah Magee

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Sport I like sport because it is fun and best of all I like skipping

Art is nice. I like Art a lot. Miss Dillon is our Art teacher.

and jumping and Freezies best of all. Mrs. Tracey is nice. We have sport on Monday and Friday and sometimes we have

She tells us how to make puppets and things out of clay like a bird. a mouse or a house. I wish I could go every day.

gym in the gym room. We have sport today and people

Virginia Scarff - Year 2

sometimes are sick and that's not good because people don't want to do Sport but I love Sport. Emma Callander - Year 2

Sport

Mrs. Tracy is our sports teachei. She teaches us sport because she likes it and because she likes to see us fit. Some

Horses

peopie don't want to do sport so they pretend that they're

Horses can jump.

sick or they say that they have a tummy ache or something like that. Ilike Mrs. Tracy. She has a daughter. I have seen her. She came to our school one day when her school was

horses can run

you can ride horses you can do tricks on horses

on holiday. Kate Collie - Year 2

Monique Ireland - Year 2 Horses

Story

There are horses who have lice.

At my school we have stories. We have big stories and

There are horses who eat rice.

little stories. I love stories. As a matter of fact I wish I could

But some don't have lice. or eat rice

have stories all day.

they're the ones I like Natasha Peters - Year 2

Julia Borghesi - Year 2

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Year 3 Gold

Top Row: L. to R.: Middle Row:

Annaliese Jchrston, Cathy Gill. Clare Streten, Francesca Marsan, Sonia Stewart

Alexandra Galante. Melanie Phingsthorne, Sarah Fogarty, Katherine Vouvaris, Sonia

Francazio, Danielle O'Donoghue. Ke!lie O'Dwyer, Soc)hie Adams Kate McNally, Sally Tester, Sarah Stokes, Felicity Scott, Miss Tierney, Rebecca Gardner,

Front Row:

Karma Bottari, Helen Thorn, Karly Todaro

Mrs. Coffey

Every Wednesday I go to piano. My lessons go for half an hour. I like it because when I'm grown up 1 wil; be able to play any other instrument. It is good because you learn lots of different things each week. On Wednesday I will have my exam. Mrs. Coffey can be very nice and she can be very

Miss Dillon is our art teacher. She teaches us many different things such as knitting, pasting and sewing etc. We all enjoy art a Iot. This year we made a doll called Pippi. Everyone in our class made one and they are all very beautiful. Art is fun.

angry.

Rebecca Chapman - Year 3 Melanie Brown - Year 3

Mrs. O'Donahue takes us for ballet every Wednesday.

On Monday we have Music with Mrs. Frampton. She is a nice teacher and she teaches recorder and songs that are fun

We have learnt two dances. They are Little Bo Peep and Little Boy Blue. When I grow up I want to be a ballet dancer.

sometimes and we play instruments and tuned instruments.

1 like ballet.

Vivienne Gontier - Year 3

Art

Every Wednesday we go to Art and our teacher is Miss

Dillon. We make dolls and we do paintings and we have fun. I have just finished my pippi doll and Ihave made a pair of bathers, a towel and a dress. We are doing pasting for the Art show. Fiona Williamson - Year 3

Alexandra Connel - Year 3

Every Monday grade 3 blue has sport. Our sport teacher's name is Mrs. Tracy. In the winter we play a lot of Fruit Salad and Poison Ball. In the summer we play rounders. I like being batter best because if you have a strong hand you can hit the ball right across the field. Usually before we play rounders we do thirty skips forwards and thirty skips backwards. I think Mrs. Tracy is very nice. Anne Lurye - Year 3

A Typical Wet Day

The Flower

I woke up and I knew that it was going to be one of those

One day I was walking in the park. I saw a flower which had red petals. It was very big and beautiful with a large stem. The sign said you are not allowed to pick them. Nobody was coming. I bent down and I looked again. Still nobody was coming. It was right in the middle of the flower. 1 bent across and picked it. To my surprise somebody tapped me on the shoulder. It was a policeman. Oh!

days. The rain was teaming down like anything. I got up and put on my singlet, skivvy then my socks (they were lovely and warm) my shoes and then my jumper. I went down stairs to have breakfast and I had some hot milo and some

Cocopops with hot milk. I went outside and I slipped and fell in a puddle. So I got up and went to stand by the fire to dry off. I went to find something to do then I thought I might do

Sally Tester - Grade 3

Music

a jig-saw then on the other hand I might read a book called

Mrs. Frampton is our Music teacher. She knows an

Mr. Clumsy so I read that then I played a game of cards and I had lunch. After lunch I made a cake then dad came

incredible lot about music. She also plays a lot of instruments such as recorder, casio tone organ. piano, auto harp,

home from work and I watched t.v. We had tea and then it

and xylaphone. She teaches us a lot of songs and is a very

was time for bed. Goodnight I said. I hope it is a better day

good singer.

then mum called lunch time!

tomorrow.

The Jumping Beans

Sarah Lethlean - Year 3 Blue

Siobhan Merlo - Grade 3 Blue

There are usual beans and skinny beans baked beans and string beans.

My School

Butter-beans, green beans, jelly beans

My school is Mandeville Hall. It is in Todrak. My teacher is Miss McKenzie. Some of my friends are Angela. Emily,

and of course JUMPING BEANS

Jumping, jumping, all the time

Megan. I like it because there are no boys. We wear a blue

jumping high and jumping low.

uniform.

One day I met a jumping bean not jumping at all. Katie Reidy - Year 3 Blue

In fact he was in hospital and he would jump no more. Rebecca Gardner - Grade 3

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Year 3 Blue

Top Row: L. to R.:

Samantha Rosich, Lisa Cunningham, Alexandra Connell Melanie Brown, Rebecca Chapman, Anne-Marie Dickenson, Emily Arthur Middle Row: Sarah Lethlean, Alison Pavlich, Lucia Bongiorno, Tina Toscano, Katie Redy, Gabrielle Briglia, Anne Lurye, Fiona Williamson Front Row: Catherine O'Brien, Sarah Mercovich, Siobhan Merlo, Megan Hicks, Miss McKenzie, Lillian Adams, Vivienne Gontier, Angela Cole, Jacinta McCarthy

First Communion Group Top Row: L. to R. Vivienne Gontier. Danielle O'Donoghue, Tina-Maree Toscano, Clare Streten, Melanie

Brown, Melanie Tuzar, Lisa Panther, Lucia Bongiorno, Melanie Phingsthorne Miss A. Tierney, Father B. Leonard, Kelly O'Dwyer, Sonia Stewart, Siobhan Merlo. Gabrielle

3rd Row:

Briglia, Lillian Adams, Alexandra Connell. Rebecca Chapman. Karma Bottari. Emily Arthur. Rebecca Gardner. Alexandra Galante, Miss A. McKenzie, Father I. Ransom. Sr. Teresa Lowery 2nd Row:

Anne Lurye. Vanessa Heinze, Samantha Rosich, Cathy Gill, Jacinta McCarthy, Megan Hicks,

Sarah Fogarty, Sonia Francazio, Francesca Marsan, Sophie Adams Front Row:

Catherine O'Brien. Sally Tester, Fiona Williamson, Karly Todaro, Angela Cole, Alison Parlich. Annaliese Johnston, Sarah Mercovich, Sarah Stokes, Felicity Scott, Helen Thorn. Kate McNally, Sarah Lethlean

I am writing about Mrs. Frampton. Mrs. Frampton teaches Music and Recorder. I will tell you about Recorder

now. In Recorder there are three girls who are allowed to go ahead. Megan Hicks. Melanie Brown and Alexandra Connell. At Music today we iearnt a Brownie song Ging Gang Gollie. We learn lots of songs like One Eyed Jack. and the Octerpusses Garden.

At breakfast next morning

Next morning after the Royal wedding, Princess Diana and Prince Charles woke up. "Hurry up Diana, aren't you

hungry?" "Of course" said Diane sleepily. "Well" said Charles "if you're hungry you had better get up, you might not be able to have breakfast.' "Oh" sa:d Diana suddenly waking up.

Sadler is a reallv nice teacher. She takes us in groups and I

By the time they had dressed everyone was already eating. "Slept in" said the Queen Mother. "Yes, sorry'I said Diana "That doesn't matter" said the Queen. "Let's go out today" said Princess Anne to Mark Phillips. "Please don't give me black coffee" said Edward. "Well" said Andrew, "it's better than the milk coffee'.' "Can I please have something to eat?" asked Diana. "Of course" said Prince Phillip Hey servant. please get Diana something to eat'.'

am in group A.

Suddenly, BANG. Everyone iumped. What was that?

Emily Arthur - Grade 3 Blue Miss Sadler. My Drama Teacher

Miss Sadler is my Drama teacher, She takes us every

Frjday. She teaches us poems, games, plays and miming, For our Assembly we say poems that we learn at drama. It is really good at drama because we play good games. Miss

Lucia Bongiorno - Grade 3 Blue

Sophie Adams - Grade 3

Mrs. Sadler

Mrs. Sadler is a very happy teacher but sometimes she hits the roof. I'm sorry. Mrs. Sadler takes us for Drama every Friday. I go to Drama because it's necessary, Mrs. Sadler said that every Friday I am the best girl She always is nice to me.

Lisa Cunningham - Grade 3 Blue

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Top Row: L. to R.

Annalisa Curtis, Christine Gaynor, Rachel Tighe, Samantha Harrison, Nicole Edwards 3rd Row: Lara Davis, Caroline Nelson, Anna Hedigan, Lucy Esdaile, Tania Ipavec, Sarah Rice 2nd Row: Siobhan Madigan, Sophie Watson. Anna MeNamara, Simone Burford, Bridget Thorn. Emma

Moore, Eliza Doquile, Kate Dunlevie Front Row:

Edwina D'Apice, Melanie Stafford, Sophie Watkins, Abigail Grant, Mrs. Liersch, Sarah

McHale, Sari Bonello, Caroline Mercer, Lisa Brearley

Night

At drama we mime and act plays. Drama is fun.

Creep out the window

Annalisa Curtis - Grade 4

Look at the night, See the moon shining

At drama we learn how to do plays and speak correctly. We learn how to mime and not laugh. At assembly we

and stars gleaming bright The owl blinks down

say the poems and act the plays.

From his perch in the tree

Sophie Watson - Grade 4

And all around

Is as quiet as can be.

Hi! Samantha Harrison - Grade 4

I like to hear the sound of

My name is Bobby Bubble. I live in the wonderful world of bubbles. All my friends have arms and legs but I have only a face.

Leaves crunching, Animals munching,

Sarah Rice - Grade 4

Butter sizzling in the frying-pan And the voice of my Nan. Emma Moore - Grade 4

Darkness comes,

Closing around you. Gentle, soft, scary.

Making you feel very mysterious. Marno Ryan - Grade 4

When I went up to Avoca Station When 1 went up to Avoca Station we were allowed to

I am a bubble.

have a horse for the weekend. We had to feed them. Every

With legs and arms

morning we gave them hay, carrots and apples. One day Brioney said that I could go for a horse ride with her and on

And a bit of hair too.

the ride we saw all kinds of different things. They had two baby lambs that we were allowed to feed. We had to give

And duck from birds' beaks

Then .....upto the clouds

them warm milk in a bottle three times a day. It was great

I go to sleep.

Coloured pink, yellow and blue

1 dance on the tree tops

fun up there.

Sophie Watkins - Grade 4 Gold Samantha Willis - Grade 4 Blue When it's Autumn time I see the leaves all flutter down

School in Noumea

and hear

In Noumea I started school at seven thirty in the morning. We had to wake up at five. At school we did a lot of gym.

the crackle beneath my feet as I walk past the shops in the street.

We had very hard work in class, writing stories and long poems. Every Friday we went to the pictures and watched films about other countries. After we had to write a story about it. In Noumea we spoke French. Ingrid Perronet - Grade 4 Blue

Siobhan Madigan - Grade 4 Gold In Winter I like to feel the snowflakes upon my face and listen to the icy cold rain. 1 like to go skiing in the high peaked mountains. I love whizzing down the hills on my dark red skis. Later I like to go inside and warm myself by the bright orange fire and then cuddle up in bed and dream

about the freezing cold snow that is falling above my head. Brigid Fogarty - Grade 4 Blue

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JUNIOR SCHOOL

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Year 4 Blue

Top Row: L. to R.: 3rd Row:

Celia Bray, Andy Page, Siobhan McLaughlin, Marno Ryan, Claire Leoncelli

Chloe Kimberley, Siobhan O'Callaghan, Ingrid Perronnet, Becky Ady, Francine Bedford, Biddy

Meldrum, Brigid Fogarty 2nd Row:

Natalie Todaro, Charlotte Ostor, Samantha Willis, Dodie Davis, Lucy-Claire Bongiorno,

Candice Walker, Gisele Silk, Louise Burger Front Row: Nathalie Hubay, Annabelle Grant, Angela Kranjcic, Claire Folley, Mrs. J. Baskett, Sinead Field, Nicoletta Larobina, Victoria Chamberlain, Joanne Hyland

YEAR FIVE Art

On Mondays we go to art. Miss Dillon, our teacher, teaches us to embroider. sew, knit. paint and do clay and paper work. At the moment we are doing sewing and embroidery. I have already completed a sampler with embroidery stitches on it. Now we have to sew something. 1 am sewing my horse's bridle in and it will have his name, Christmas, embroidered on it. When that is completed we

have to knit something but I have not yet decided what I am Story Telling Afternoon

On Thursday, 16th July we had a story telling afternoon to celebrate children's book week. We were divided into

seven groups and each group was read a short story by a teacher. First of all my group went to Mrs. Warren. We all sat down then Mrs. Warren came in dressed as a witch and

read us some ghost stories. They were great. Then we went to Mrs. Chancellor. She was dressed as an old-fashioned

nanny and she read us part of Nurse Matilda by Christianna Brand. Then we had a party. We were told a week before we could bring some food for the Book Week Party but what

going to do. Every year on Sports Day we have an exhibition and display the work we have done throughout the year. Amelia Martin - Grade 5

First Communion Day

Sunday, 21st June was my sister's First Communion Day.

I was singing in the choir. It was fun because all the hymns were lovely and I really enjoyed singing them. My sister, Lucia looked lovely and so did all the other first communicants. After Mass all the girls had their photos taken. All my

we brought had to be food that a book character enjoyed.

cousins, uncles, aunts and my grandma, grandpa and

For example ginger bread for the Ginger Bread Man, chocolate for Charlie in the Chocolate Factory or honey joys

because both Mum and Dad have more than two brothers

nanna were there. We had a very big party after Mass

for Winnie the Pooh. There was so much food left over we

and sisters each. It was a very enjoyable day and 1 don't

had another mini party on Friday. It was all great fun.

think I shall forget it for a long time. Catriona Bongiorno - Grade 5

Antoinette Walshe - Grade 5

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year 5 Blue

Kate Johnston, Josephine Gullace, Alexandra Borghesi, Sarah Bell, Alice Adams. Sarah Doquile. Leonie McCarthy 3rd Row: Catriona Bongiorno, Anna-Maria Tocigl. Melanie Sheppard, Joanne Fox, Fiona Breen, Clare McBeath, Sarah-Jane Hingston, Elissa Davison. Kate Bonollo

Top Row: L. to R.

2nd Row:

Brigid Moorhead, Freya Liddell, Kate Todaro, Georgina Griffin, Gabrielle Mdnerney, Sally

Pinner. Nicole O'Dwyer, Liggy O'Sullivan, Amelia Martin Front Row:

Alex Healy, Rebecca Wigney, Christine Lester. Sarah Brittain, Natasha Prendergast, Genny

Walker, Kate Regan. Angela Dixon, Gabriella Tange

Year 5 Gold

Top Row: L. to R.:

Sarah Heath, Sarah Healey, Tammy Oischyna, Monique Van der Zee. Maria Bradley,

Angela Hoilibone, Nicole Murray. Ann Maree Dawson, Sarah Meagher 3rd Row:

Emma Momement, Tara Webb, Sara Dethridge, Kate Northam, Edwina Barham, Sophie

McLean, Susie Hoare, Olivia Dandens, Louise Schwarz 2nd Row:

Claudine Douez, Elliette Rosich, Rebecca Hill, Sarah Croagh, Tori Burke, Lucia Guzzardi, Antoinette Walshe, Kate O'Halloran. Catherine Spillane

Front Row. Samantha Bruni, Anna Fry, Noelene Treloar, Monique La Fontaine, Caroline Kitchen, Katie Flvnn. Joseohine Dw.ver. Melanie McGuiaan. Rebecca Kydd The Hat Parade

Grade 5 Blue had a hat parade on the 18th June. In class we had been reading a book "In a Blue Velvet Dress" by Catherine Sefton. It was a good book and was almost a ghost story. There was one character, Dora Smollet, who adored weird and wonderful hats so when we finished the

book Miss Moylan decided to have a hat parade. We had a week to make our hats and we were allowed to have a party after the parade. 1 made a blue hat that went down to the top of my knees then I added some yellow streamers to it. 1 won equal first prize with Elissa Davison and the book I received was "I am David" by Anne Holm. I was lucky to get such a book because it is a very good story and all the grade 5's love it. I liked Lisa Knot's and Natasha Prendergast's hats. Lisa's was a bark hut and Natasha's a bird in a nest.

The Grade 5 golds came in and shared the party with us. I enjoyed the parade very much. Sister Margarita

Rebecca Wigney - Grade 5

In the morning I go to Sister Margarita for lessons. She teaches me words, writing, I do some sums in a book, we play word games and she teaches me to read. The book 1

like reading best is "The Little Bird'.' Sister has taught me to say five poems and the one I like to say is "The Little Boy'.' Sister Margarita is good to me and I like her very much. Anna Maria Tocigl - Grade 5

Ballet

This year at ballet we have done a lot of dancing but my favourite dance is the tarantella. As well as dances we do

exercises. Our teacher is Mrs. O'Donaghue and I am in the third row. 1 love ballet.

Kate Todaro - Grade 5

Assembly

Every Wednesday afternoon the Grades 3,4,5 and 6s assemble in the hall. Firstly, a girl from the class that is performing at the assembly says the prayer then the rest of

the class either say a poem, act a play or do some other kind of performance. After that Sister Teresa shows the things that have been found. Then we have birthdays. All the girls

who have celebrated their birthdays during the week go to the front of the hall where they say their name. age and birthday, and receive a card with happy birthday stamped on the back. Then we all sing happy birthday to them. The girl who said the opening prayer closes the assembly when she says. "Thank you for coming to our assembly. I hope i·irs. P. Moylan

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you have enjoyed it. Sport

Sarah Jane Hinqston - Grade 5

Sport is one of my favourite subjects because we do

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In first term grade five gold did projects on Captain Cook, Dirk Hartog. Abel Tasman and William Dampier. It was fun. First I bought some paper and put it together with Mum's

help. Then I was ready to start. The writing had to be neat or I would have received a low mark. Mum took me to the

library where I borrowed some good books. After a week I was on to the drawings. I traced a map and put it on the first

page. On the second page Evan, my brother, drew Captain Cook's ship. "The Endeavour" for me. It was brown with red sails.

Now I am doing my second project. It is about the first settlers and convicts. I have done two pages of writing and two pages of drawing. I was up until eight-thirty last night

doing it. Mrs. Warren wants it finished by Thursday and it is now Tuesday. I must say it is fun doing projects. Josephine Dwyer - Grade 5

netball in second term. Netball is fun and 1 like to play the position of goal defence. On Mondays we do exercises before we start netball. One of my favourite exercises is jumping up and trying to catch the ball but when the person who is throwing the ball throws it too hard I don't like the exercise much. We also play Newcombe which isn't as much fun as netball because you just stand there. I hope that when I reach Senior School we do sport because I want to do more of it.

Library

Noelene Treloar - Grade 5

At library period Mrs. Chancellor reads us stories. My favourite story is "The Nimbin'.' It is about a girl. Phillipa and a boy Greg who is camping with his brothers. When Phillipa goes outside she finds someone or something is annoying her. That night she finds it and adopts it and discovers it is a Nimbin. It gets her into all kinds of trouble but at the end of the book it has to go and Phillipa is sad and lonely without it. Lucia Guzzardi - Grade 5

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Year 5 and 6 Percussion Group Top Row: L. to R,:

Natasha Prendergast, Sarah Bell. Josephine Dwyer, Sonia Tammaro, Rachel Walsh. Catherine Callil, Josephine Petroff, Gabrielle Mclnerney, Suzie Condon, Natalie Blake

Middle Row:

Caroline Kitchen, Eliette Rosich, Melanie Sheppard, Kate Regan, Angela Hollingbone, Kristin

Prendergast, Mrs. L. Frampton Front Row:

Louise Schwarz, Katy-Jane Todaro, Sarah Burke, Denise Reed, Jacqui Williamson, Angelique

McLaren, Kate Coakley, Meaghan MacDonald

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Flute, Clarinet and Guitar Group: Teachers: Mrs. Johnson and Mrs. Panetta

Amelia Martin, Susan Hoare, Sandy Martin. Anna Martin, Penny Leoncelli. Antoinette Top Row: L. to R. Walsh, Brigid Moorhead Middle Row:

Front Row:

Leanna Portelli, Pia Harrison, Annabelle Rice, Caroline Griffin, Fiona Wood. Judy Hess Nicole Hicks. Sarrah Kenny. Michelle O'Connor. Jane Soppitt, Danielle Chicdo

Years 5 and 6 String Group

Back Row: L. to R.: Alice Adams, Joanne Kiely, Rachael Healey, Jacqui Lee, Tori Burke

Front Row: Mrs. Griffiths, Libby O'Sullivan, Angela C'ancy. Olivia Dandens. Sarah Brittain. Leonie McCarthy

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Year 6 Gold

Top Row: L. to R.: Deirdre

Madigan, Meaghan Macdonald, Joanna McHale, Angelique McLaren, Suzanne Dunn, Jacqueline Mier, Joanne Fry

3rd Row:

Haina Wills, Kyla Horsfall. Malia Robinson, Rachael Healey, Fiona Wood, Judith Hess,

Amanda Martin, Sarrah Kenny, Angela Clancy Jacqueiine Williamson, Kristin Prendergast, Rebecca Wood, Justine Kubale, Pia Harrison, Melissa Smith, Danielle Mulqueen, Sara Morrison, Olivia Davis Front Row: Georgina Davies, Lucy McCarthy, Nicole Hicks, Anna Mercer, Ann McAllister, Claire Munro. Sonia Tammaro, Suzanne Condon, Kathryn Ingwersen 2nd Row:

Limerick

Absent: Megan McGahan, Marie Watts

The Golden Wattle Dance

Hawkins, the butcher was tat.

Tiny golden fuzzy balls,

He always wore a white hat.

Clinging on a white branch,

When the meat he did cur,

Like fireworks iust about to fall,

He got in a rut

The wind makes them slowly dance.

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They very slowly twir],

And fell on his back in the fat.

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The sights of our city

flutter,

Birds singing

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Flowers blooming

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flutter!

Trees growing

All off the branch,

These WERE the sights of our city

for we have come to the end

River sparkling

of our golden wattle dance.

Mrs. J. Gogan

Joanna McHale - Year 6

Ducks paddling Fish swimming

These WERE the sights of our city Trees dying, birds gone

There was an old girl from Hong Kong Who was extremely strong

River murky, fish dead

She ate so much spinach

Cars tooting, trucks smelling

She became a new image

Air polluted, sky grey

These ARE the sights of our city Sarah Burke - Year 6

Limerick

And grew to be very long. Sonia Tammaro - Year 6

An Old Man

A Field Described by a Horse

He sat blindly in the sun, leaning against a wall. not seeing

or hearing anything. He was probably dreaming of the days when he was a young and lively fellow... But now he was an old and sick man, his hair was grey and lay in a tangled mop on his head. his eyes were blind to the world and his shrivelled-up lips looked as if they would never open again to speak. His skin was wrinkled in thousands of crumples and his clothes were tattered rags. not fit to wear. He had no shoes and his feet were crumpled like the rest of his downcast body. He got up slowly and went inside a ramshackle house holding a cane in front of him. The door shut softly behind

What a rough, ragged field with trees spread out like young children playing a game. The withered leaves are cracking and the sound rushes through the wild wind. The grass is bronze-brown. probably dry and heavily walked on by passing people.

I like to eat crisp. fresh. green grass but when 1 see this dry withered field my appetite disappears. Soon I shall be moved out of this field but I will miss it because I have been

here so long. Five years ago, it was fresh and green and all the flowers were beautifully coloured. But now everything has changed. I wonder what my new field will look like? Angelique McLaren - Year 6 Gold

him and everything was quiet. Inside he sat down on a chair in a dark, empty room. It was a great pity he was in a state like this. Lucy McCarthy - Year 6 Gold

Withered Flower

Fancy Pansy

Small and bright.

There is nothing sweeter or prettier than a rose that

Multicoloured or white,

blooms in the city.

Rare markings sometimes,

Its petals are soft and very rare, as though they'd been

Yet, often just plain,

painted with delicate care. But when the sun shines hot and strong, the beautiful

The yellowed-eyed pansy. A beautiful sight.

flower you saw has gone.

Malia Robinson - Year 6

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Year 6 Blue

Top Row: L. to R.:

Anna Jowett, Yolande Dwyer, Simone Klemens, Jacqueline Bosci, Katie Hoare,

Michaela Newell, Caroline Griffin, Natalie Blake, Lucy Barry 3rd Row: Meg O'Callaghan. Emma Lee, Rachel Walsh, Katie Cantwell, Anna Martin, Leanna Portelli, Jacqui Lee, Louise Benke, Jane Soppitt 2nd Row:

Louise Gaynor, Elizabeth Ralph, Denise Reed, Kate Callil, Kate Coakley, Josephine Petroff,

Annabelle Rice, Michelle O'Connor Front Row:

Penny Leoncelli, Larissa Johnston, Sarah @urke, Ann-Maree McCreery, Danielle Chiodo,

Joanne Kiely, Nicky Wittenberg, Stephanie Loncraine, Simone Suhr

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Year 5 and 6 Choir: Teacher: Mrs. Andrews

Top Row: L. to R :

Sophie McLean, Deirdre Madigan, Emma Lee, Louise Benke, Edwina Barham, Claire

Munro, Monique Van Der Zee, Michaela Newell, Katie Cantwel], Suzzane Dunn, Anne McAllister, Alexandra Borghesi, Josephine Gullace, Tammy Olschyra

Kate Bonollo, Kate O'Halloran, Nicky Wittenberg, Kate Johnston, Lucy McCarthy, Sarah Healey, Joanne Fox, Fiona Breen, Claire McBeath, Nicole Murray, Genny Walker, Sarah-Jane Hingston,

Middle Row:

Anna Jowett, Christine Lester, Sarah Heath

Front Row Melanie McGuigan, Rebecca Kydd, Alex Healy, Catriona Bdngiorno, Simone Suhr, Samantha Bruni, Larissa Johnston. Olivia Davis, Lucia Guzzardi, Halina Wills, Rebecca Hill, Sally Pinner, Freya Liddell, Sarah Meagher. Gabriella Tange Drama and Music

Two of the activities we have at school are drama and

music. Because we have a large class we are divided into

two groups - A and B. A goes to drama first and B goes to music and the following week we reverse the orders. We go on a Tuesday at 1.15 and each group has half an hour at each subject.

In drama we mainly do poems, miming and improvised plays. This year we. have to prepare for our Effective Speech exam which is in October. We have to do a reading from a book, recite a poem and have a conversation with the examiner.

At music we sing songs, play instruments and piay games to help us remember the words of the song. On the 24th

July we went to P.L.C. to take part in a music festival. We sang two songs "The Lightning Tree" and "The Rainbow

Sr. Theresa Lowery. , rs. DI . Crosbie Principal.

Connection.

1 enjoy drama and singing because each week we do something different.

Georgina Griffin - Grade 5 Orchestra

Every Thursday afternoon all the children from grades 5 and 6 who learn the violin go to the hall for orchestra. When

we are in the hall we get our violins ready. We all sit in a semi-circle and Mrs. Griffiths, the conductor, stands in front of us. There are four first violinists who are grade sixes and

six second violinists who are grade fives. We are learning

Hymn Of To Joy. Mrs. Griffiths calls it this because some of us have copies that say Hymn of Joy, and some have copies that say Hymn to Joy. Sometimes I like orchestra but at other times i get a little tired of it. Leonie McCarthy - Grade 5

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Mrs. B. Burke.

CREATIVE STUDIES Training in the creative use of leisure CREATIVE STUDIES : WEDNESDAY PROGRAMME

This year. the Creative Studies Programme continued to

be a success for all the Year 10's and 11's. Wednesday afternoons became a long awaited-for midweek break from the deep studious timetables of Mondays, Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays. and provided an enjoyable and relaxing way to widen our knowledge in the various fields. In being fortunate enough to have a programme such as the Creative Studies Programme. we are able to discover the practical side of the activities we most enjoyably do instead of always acknowledging things through books. Some of the subjects offered are: Photography:

It is not just a matter of "Watch the Birdie, cheese. and click!'.' The technical and the

artistic side of photography is what makes

Photography so interesting and rewarding, and sometimes frustrating when precision and perfection is concerned. Pottery:

Although it means the sacrifice of cutting your long beautiful. ages-to-grow, nails, pottery involves a lot of patience and steady work, as well as providing an educational fun way to mould a brilliant piece of art out of a lump of clay.

French for Travellers:

This is a way to better your cultural understanding of France. A spattering of language and customs are taught: as well as how to ask for money. which is certainly vital for us all. and how to order in a res-

taurant without accidentally ordering a plate of fried garden snails. Social Service:

Social Service is not a social event. It is

designed for students to becorne more

involved with the community and viceversa. It ranges from helping elderly people and handicapped children, to teaching new Australians some English. It

is a real eye-opener for students and subsequently very rewarding. Jazz Ballet:

Is fast moving and lots of fun and it is a

good way to tone your muscles and stay in shape. Jazz Ballet is an active way to maintain body co-ordination and self-discipline. Journalism:

magazine "Toorakinrooin" All these Year

Creative Studies is a project that both Year 10 and 11 are involved in. It is beneficial in many ways, as we have the

10's and Year 11's put their journalist

opportunity to become interested in the activities that are

heads together and produced the maga-

not a part of the ordinary school curriculum. eg. Social Service gives students the chance to become aware of the

on the revival of the Mandeville school

zine which sold fairly successfully within the school (though most of the girls still

Pre Driver:

This year's journalism classes concentrated

many social problems encountered by different groups of

think it could have also sold well else-

people in today's society.

where?????)

Subjects such as jewellery making and pottery also give students the opportunity to involve themselves in creative

A course in elementary driving skills and

practical driving at Toorak Drive-In. This is in order to prepare the Melbourne roads for future Mandeville motorists.

Creative Studies has been extremely enjoyable this year and been benefited by all Year 10's and 11's. Thank you to Sister Ruth for her great efforts in organizing the Programme for us this year.

handwork - a subject that a great many students do not have the chance to encounter due to their work load in Years 10 and 11.

I have enjoyed my two years of Creative Studies as they have enabled me to broaden my horizons, and widen my outlook on life. As a result of my two years in Social Service I have become more sensitive to the problems concerning

many people in today's fast moving society. Andrea Landrigan - H.Q.C.

COMMENTS OF WEDNESDAY PROGRAMME

Wednesday Programme gives girls an opportunity to try out their skills in areas which otherwise would be closed to them.

We feel that the Wednesday Programme creates an outlet from the general academic subjects worked at during the week. and therefore allows the girls to be more enthusiastic about it.

We feel that it helps to expand our talents, and to recognize what we are gifted at outside this academic course. It is a privilege to be able to have this programme. It

helps to develop our values and our outlook on life, e.g. "The Human Values Course"

The Careers Course is an advantage because we know of a lot of H.S.C. girls who leave school and still don't know or are unsure about what to do for their future. This course

helps to develop an understanding and knowledge of different careers. what they involve and whether one would be suited to them or not.

On the whole we both feel that Wednesday Programme is a worthwhile project, and it should continde for a long time to come.

Elizabeth de Castella Claire MeNamara - Year 10

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Every year Years ten and eleven on a Wednesday, follow a programme of Creative Studies. Year 10's begin after recess and Year 11's after lunch. Not only is there a choice for enjoyment - such as photography, jazz ballet, hostess cookery, guitar and groorning and deportment but also for learning - journalism, trouble spots, French for travellers and logic etc.

I see the Wednesday Programme as a good and worthwhile chance to broaden one's interest and knowledge in certain areas. It breaks the monotony of the school week and enables one to do something she enjoys doing and which she feels could help her in her future, but which she cannot do in her normal school time - for example social service and pottery.

The Creative Studies Programme is, on the whole, enjoyed by all who do it and I feel that the time spent is very worthwhile. As I said before, it moves away from the academic side of school but still gives scope for further appreciation and knowledge. Louise Whelan - Year 11

Wednesday Programme is very worthwhile as it gives us a chance to widen our interests and activities.

Subjects such as First Aid, Fitness and French for

Travellers have applications for later life, whereas Drama and Literary subjects such as Journalism enhance our skills in English.

Everyone 1 have talked to has enjoyed Wednesday programme and I hope to attempt many different subjects next year. Caroline Westmore - Year 10

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PERFORMING ARTS Orchestra

This year saw an increase in the number of orchestral players at Mandeville. Years 7 and 8 were able to form an orchestra of 30 people for their concert in July and the full

was Miss Margaret Fisher who inspired all the girls with her enthusiasm and vitality. During the year the choir has performed at The Performing Arts Festival. The Tudor

orchestra regularly attracted about 40 participants. These

Choristers competition, the Music Camp in Sydney, a joint

people gave up their spare time to maintain the orchestral

schools concert at Toorak Uniting Church and at the

tradition at Loreto. Many of the players were able to enjoy the music camp in Sydney. The string orchestra played for

Creative Arts Festival. Credit is due to the members of the

Oak Parlour recitals and The Beggar's Opera, and the full

orchestra excelled itself at the Performing Arts Festival concert in June. Camille Wood and Hermi Rabl were cap-

able and responsible leaders and Siobhan O'Shaughnessy is to be congratulated on gaining her A.Mus. in April.

1981 Choir

choir for their involvement and enthusiasm. 1981 Festival

Once again the Performing Arts Festival provided an opportunity for all girls in the school to perform and to participate in a house competition. The auditions and semi finals attracted large audiences and the finals were judged at assemblies by Mr. Christopher Latham. Director of Music at Scotch College and Mrs. Hearst.

The choir has been very active this year and has sung a

The House Choir Competition provided excitement at the

variety of music including 'The Snow' by Elgar, Vaughan

concert in Prahran Town Hall on 11th June, and it was won

Williams 'Folk Songs of Four Seasons' and songs by Purcell,

by Mulhall who also won the Festival Cup. Camille Wood,

Brahms and Roff. The outstanding event of the year for the

the music captain and the House music captains Jacinta

choir was the choral weekend with Loreto Ballarat and

Waters, Sally Grinblat. Vicki Hayes and Flora Panteli

Kildara girls in Term 1. The guest conductor at this weekend

worked hard to ensure the success of the Festival. Elisabeth Andrews Director of Music

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Mrs. Elisabeth Andrews

Drama

This year has been a very full one for the students. In Term 1, the year 10 Elective Drama group took part in the

Moomba Youth Theatre, which involves secondary students from all over Victoria in Open Air Theatre. The theme

decided on by the girls was "The Barossa Valley'; following the basic theme set by the Hotham Society (who sponsor this section) Australia - A Living History. In the play we followed the early history of the German people coming to

the Barossa and setting up our very important and flourishing wine industry.

Term 2 saw three very important auditions and performances. Eight of the Year 11 students took part in the St,

Kevin's Production of the "Fantasticks", which was very successfully performed in front of capacity audiences at Kew Community Centre. Mr. Mark Barnett, Drama teacher at St. Kevin's, was the director, and all agreed it was a great show. Auditions were also held for the bi-annual musical Pro-

duction, which is Mandeville based and directed by Mrs. Saxon, with Mrs. Andrews in charge of Musical Direction. Mrs. Panetta was a tower of strength at rehearsals and was deeply involved from the beginning.

The Production "THE BEGGAR'S OPERA" by John Gay, is a difficult and mature play, but all involved (26

female actors, 16 male actors, 20 behind stage Mandeville students, Councillors, Staff, Parents etc.) met the task with

enihusiasm and presented the play at Prahran Town Hall

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during October to enormous audiences.

The third auditions were for the Creative Arts Production

of "Alice in Wonderland't an everlasting favourite. A new dimension was added with students learning to make latex masks for the animal characters. This play added a new dimension to many students experience in Drama, to per-

form as animals needs expertise and complete involvement. Not only did Term 3 see "The Beggar's Opera" and "Alice in Wonderland, but also a very 'avant-garde' performance by the Year 10 "Creative Drama Group" at the Creative Arts DaY in October.

The Fantasticks

This year, "The Fantasticks" was the chosen p!ay for the Mandeville/St. Kevin's joint production. From mid-March, rehearsals for this play commenced, in preparation for the two performances held on 4th an 5th June at the Kew Community Theatre. Not of the usual brand of comedy,

"The Fantasticks"

possessed witty, fast-moving and enjoyable ingredients which made the play a lot of fun for those involved and all those who came to watch it on the nights. Under the direc-

tion of Mr. Mark Barnett and the choreography of Mrs. Kate Birch, the cast consisted of the talented Form V actresses from Mandeville and the marvellous Form V and VI actors

from St. Kevin's. This included the shining brilliance of: (the) Michael Coleman

El Gallo

Nicholas Haddad

Matt

Chris Townshend

Bellomy

Derek Borg

Hucklebee

Peter Donnellan

Henry

Shekhar Sharma

Mortimer

Caitlin English

Luisa

Meita Soekotjo

the Mute

and also. of course, Gerard Browne, Jo Clarke, Guido

Farnell, Madeleine Fogarty, Mary Gaynor, Jenny Hess, Andy Mackinnon, Gavin McGlaughlin, Michael Ralph and Brendan Reed (as the weeping willows, friendly natives?) in the chorus. e•

Proved to be very enjoyable by all, The Fantasticks showed what two amateur schools could do in a production.

Mrs. Sue Saxon

Meita Soekotjo - Year 11

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LIBRARY Encouraging a love of learning and a striving for Senior School Library

excellence

1981 has not been one of those years when earth-shatter-

ing events cause the Library to tremble on its foundations and librarians to go pale with shock. It has. on the contrary,

been a quiet but worthwhile year. consolidating systems, building up bookstock, encouraging usage and accommodation to the changes brought on by new HSC options. For example, we are building up a representative collection of the best picture books for girls who are studying the illustration of children's books as an Art Option for H.S.C. Librarians have helped girls find information on whales, the Trans-Siberian Railway, making Elizabethan costumes, mud bricks and herb gardens, to name but a few.

We have, amongst other things, had to cope with the new demands of the 1980 Amendments to the Copyright Act. Various in-service activities and numerous public lectures on

the subject were inclined at first to add to the confusion, but now that we can distinguish between an "insubstantia] portion" of a work and copying aljowable under the Fair Dealing clause of the Act. and generally understand some of the ramifications of what is quite a complex piece of legislation,

librarians everywhere are feeling more relaxed. A recent pronouncement from the Victorian Minister for Education has cleared up the prevailing worry about videotaping. He maintains that until further amending legislation is forth-

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coming, that video-taping for educational purposes is to be allowed. Sighs of relief are heard in all quarters. The new video-camera. acquired through the generosity

of Mr. and Mrs. Mulqueen has provided an endless source of interest and activity. This includes classroom use, at

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different levels, lunch-time viewing of such popular items as the Performing Arts Festival and Class plays. informal ruition of a group of Form I and II students at lunch-time and

a formal Video class included in the Wednesday Creative Studies Programme. This year we have also added extra

movie cameras and a slide copying stand - the latter being very well used by HSC Art students. Our senior library has been the venue of two of the

monthly meetings of the Prahran Cibraries Group, a gathering of librarians from various private and Departmental Schools of the Prahran area. Co-operation and sharing of ideas in this group provided us all with new stimulating experiences. as well as making new professional friends of our local colleagues. Another innovation were sessions with the Librarian talk-

ing to parents - at the Year 7 Parents evening, and an

afternoon meeting of the Loreto Mothers' Club - with the object of involving parents in their daughters' fiction reading and indicating themes and authors and general areas of interest. Hopefully. this will be an ongoing project next year. School archives is another newish area. A most successful

Mrs, Peg Goode

Mrs. Irene de Soysa

week-end seminar was held during the year in Geelong which dealt with both local history and school archives. We are giving some thought to the possibility of identifying and organising records and memorabilia relating to the school, and in fact would welcome involvement from interested

parents and ex-students.

So, all in all, a satisfying start to the 1980's.

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Mrs. P. Goode and Mrs. T. Haas

Mrs. Carol Black

Mrs. Them) Haas

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Mrs. L. Ross.

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Mrs.

D. Langwell.

CREATIVE ARTS k

Peter Crowe

Miss Kathy Tilley

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The Day so Lovely

Warm. golden sunlight streamed in mY open window and

Although she had died years ago. the old figure needed

a breeze. just strong enough to rustle the large leaves of the

to return for her own personal reasons. I knew she could

strong. old oak by the gate, allowed all the perfumes of jasmine. wisteria. roses, lavender and other blossoming

now be with them, her husband and baby, the apparition now dissolved.

flowers float into my bedroom. The scents hung heavily in

The most intriguing conversation I had had was with a

the fresh air and this combined with the early morning songs

ghost! Her "Good-bye" broke into my chain of thought. the reality of not seeing her again touching me. But perhaps 1

of birds feeding their young and rejoicing to the day, woke

would. Now tears of joy ran down the cheeks of us both, for

rne.

I rose and ambled to the kitchen, thinking what a marvellous idea buying this gorgeous and quaint little country cottage was. Today was my first day inhabiting the charming

I now understood all that had puzzled me, as I replied. "Good-bye, Dorothy" Catherine Daniel - Year 8 Green

old building. and so far it had been perfect.

I arrived at the kitchen expecting to see an array of colours uplifted by glorious sunlight. but in discordance with this display of loveliness I was shocked to almost fainting point.

Never was I expecting to find a little old lady in the kitchen! A tiny worn figure was strutting about in a most peculiar fashion (for such an elderly person), setting the

table and bringing out food from the cupboards. I gasped in disbelief. What on earth was going on? She must have heard me in my bewilderment. and turned

AMERICAN HISTORY You arrived in a land of innocence.

You made your presence felt. You slaughtered the lives around you You splashed the earth with their b]ood You laughed at their misfortune

around to face me. As soon as her eyes met mine, the most amazing feeling swept through me. It was eerie yet too

You brought it about

beautiful to describe and I could hardly stand the strength of

You still bring it about You often make me wonder. Have you no feelings?

it. "Good morning". crackled her voice as she broke into a smile which accentuated the wrinkles in her gaunt withered face. I couldn't help smiling at her. she seemed so sweet in

her unique way. The two smiles melted into each other thus

You still laugh at their misfortune

You thirst for killings, it sees no end. You were not satisfied with your home duties. You went abroad

beginning the most intriguing conversation I had ever had. I

You destroyed abroad

never asked her name or why she was here, But I soon discovered the history of the house by what she told me. As she made my breakfast I asked her many questions and she answered me, sometimes with a strange hesitancy which

You used unwilling soldiers

puzzled me.

Many years ago a young woman and her little baby girl

had lived here. The young woman's name was Dorothy.

You still use them

You came home

You still destroyed

Surely you can see that once all is gone The only thing left to destroy is yourself? You often make me wonder.

Elissa King - Year 10 Red

Dorothy was a widow, the only family she possessed was her baby. They were both loved immensely by the surrounding folk. As the woman spoke I could clearly detect a sound of

AMERICA

deep passion and almost despair in her rough old voice.

America. why do you hold your head so high?

Without any more questions she continued the story almost

America, why are you so vain?

in a trance, pain showing deeply in her lined face, the

America. lower your head and feel ashamed,

wrinkles pronouncing the sorrow and worry experienced

For all the wrong you have done. America. when will you look at yourself eye to eye?

over many years.

I suddenly noticed how old fashioned her clothes were. 1

America, your reflection won't last.

her dress or to her hair-style. My attention still stayed with

America, for how long will you kill your children's minds? America. you are all a dream.

the story of Dorothy and her baby, but I was alarmed when

America, when will you stop spilling the blood?

the elderly woman stammered as she told of the little baby becoming very sick after such a beautiful time in the house

America, do not hide your lies. Yes, the present is fine, but you've killed the past.

and area. Everyday the baby grew worse until at the age of

You're a murderer, so hide your eyes.

had been so fascinated by her face I had paid no attention to

eighteen months she tragically died, leaving Dorothy in a dreadfu] state.

Dorothy moved away and the house was abandoned until I purchased it so many years later. With tears rolling down her thin cheeks. she stared at me. and I experienced that

same feeling I had felt before and it all dawned on me.

Simone Naulty - Year 10 Red

SENIOR SCHOOL

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YEAR SEVEN

Top Row: L to R.: R. Regan, N. Moloney. J. Doherty. E. Webb, J. Pillinger 3rd Row: C.

Soutar, E. Sweeney, N. Burford, 1. Rabl. A. Wiltshire, E. O'Neill

2nd Row: L. Ciavarella, J. Penney, 1. McCorkell. P. McKenzie. J. Quinn, T. Warcarba, L. Th Tomlinson, J. Galante, S. Ingwersen. L. Wilson, M. Derrick, J. Drake. V. Phil €2

Front Row: C.

Class Teacher:

Miss Bernadette Devlin

Alone at Night which gives me a Fright Sitting at home during the storm of the night Sitting alone by candie light. CREAK. that's the door. that I can tell

Goose pimples on goose pimples. I don't look so well. The shutters blow shut, and how th'e wind groans Oh I wish someone else was with me at home.

Now it rains during the pain of the night A thud on the roof. that was a fright Crouched on the sofa and the telly full blast

Without any food there I will fast The telly turns off and I could scream

Please. oh God, wake me up from this dream. The candie blows out. the wind on my face Some people would think this funny. others ace My hand stumbles across the table FIND those matches if I'm able

It's in the kitchen on top of the fridge The door is stuck fast, those stupid old hinges. Back on the sofa, there I should sleep

I might sing, I might laugh, but probabiy weep The house so empty and so big I might even have to f!ip my wig. Silence about. silence I can't stand

I prefer the beach, with warm dry sands As I turn to the clock

With that menace of tick tock

A book I might try to pass the time

And to listen to the clock - chime and chime, Tija McMullen

The Flood

Rain was driving down on the rooftops and gushing from the spouting. It soon developed into torrential rain and

The Sun was Falling It was late Sunday afternoon.

water was running down the streets and footpaths. Gutters

The blazing sun was falling quietly Beyond the burnt-out mountains.

and pipes became flooded with water and the people were

The sunset looked magnificent.

looking for cover. Rain pelting on the rubbish tins sounded

All of a sudden it disappeared into it's own world.

like a thousand drum beats and earth and soil changed into mud.

The people living near the river were observing it closely. The men of the village were already filling hessian bags with sand to support the banks of the river and farmers were moving their stock to higher terrain. The river was rising quickly, flowing with an ever increasing speed and had

IT WAS GONE

The bitter night air was falling quickly And the blue sky was turning jet black. The gleaming stars shone on the mountains

And a big white moon shone all over the world. The darkness had broken out.

almost reached the flood level.

IT WAS HERE

The turbulent river was rising higher and higher. soon to break the already weakened banks. The old wooden bridge

Kylie Smith - Year 7

had been swept away long before. As the swirling wate& got nearer to the unprotected village, people worked quickly to secure the sand bags, but these were of no help. Soon the

strong current of the river overtook the village streets. Fortunately no people were in danger because they were well prepared for this emergency. The village was now completely flooded. The rain had finally ceased and the sun appeared through the thinning clouds. The water, eventually flowing again into the banks of the river was a muddy brown and filled with debris from the demolished houses. The villagers. still dazed by the flood, slowly returned to clean up their homes and property. Rebecca Mocellin - Year 7

Top Row: L. to R.: E. Turner, J. Witczek, N. Sanders, E. Uren, M. Gialelli 3rd Row: N.

Pillinger, A. Doyle, F. Margossis, K. Incani, P. Walsh. P. McPherson, M. Briglia, B. McLaren

2nd Row: P.

Bayles, J. Foley, N. Tisaj. F. O'Shea, R. Portelli, E. Carnovale, A. Esdaile Front Row: R. Stokes, A. Doquile, V. Pitsounis, M. Shield, M. Ralph, E. Braun, F. Carroll Class Teacher: Sr. Patricia Lohan I.B.V.M.

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Year 7 Red

Top Row: L. to R.: j.

O'Sullivan, E. Fels, V. Fox, F. O'Shaughnessy, B. Hales O'Sullivan, J. Press, M. Kennedy, M. Grogan. A. Crawford, P. Ciancy 2nd Row: E. Day, V. Latham. E. Morris. R. Farrell, L. Whitby, E. Robinson, E. Wyatt

3rd Row: G.

Front Row: L. Caines, K. Halliday, S. Neitz, F. Madigan, P. Malouf. P. Launech. P. Liddell

Class Teacher: Mrs

Yvonne Badger

THE YEAR 7 CAMP MARYSVILLE 4TH, 5TH, 6TH, MARCH 1981

Towards the end of 1980 it was felt that a camping programme should be introduced into the school and that Years 7, 9 and 11 would be the levels focused upon for the coming year.

A more appropriate site than Mary Lyn Lodge Marysville would be difficult to find. It easily catered for the needs of the 105 students and 10 members of staff who accompanied the girls. Meals were first ciass. and a very homely, warm

As Year 7 is the commencement of the Senior School

atmosphere was evident throughout the whole 3 days.

and a period of transition for students from our own Junior School and for so many new students from countless parish schools around Melbourne, it was decided that the camp for

Group discussions, concerts, games and sharing on all levels

these students should take place as early as possible in the first term.

The aims of the camp could be summarised in the

were a major feature of the programme. The girls were

given opportunities of many beautiful outdoor excursions. They visited Healesville Wild Life Sanctuary, the Maroondah Dam. Stevenson's Falls, the Cumberland Valley, Snobs Creek Fish Hatchery, Gracebury Park Demonstration

following manner:-

Sheep Farm and finally Fernshaw.

* To make each student feel she really belonged ·* To allow each student, to know by name. every student

By the time the girls arrived back at school it was clearly evident that the Year 7's were a united, happy, eager and

in her Year

vibrant group of students and very much a part of the Senior

* To learn ways of creating a happy acceptance of others * To allow new students the opportunity of discovering

School. No ]0nger were they strangers, new, unsure of

what it means to be a student of Loreto

belonged in every way and soon settled down very readily

* To develop mutual trust and understanding between

to their new academic year.

teachers and students

* To allow the students both space and opportunities of

growing in a feeling of self worth and basic security.

themselves, nor in the least way timid. They very much

Sr. Patricia Lohan - Year 7 Co-Ordinator

Storm at Sea

Tired of waiting for my brother on the beach, I found a small dent in the sheer rock face to shelter me from the

penetrating wind. No longer was the sun shining brightly. it was reluctantly peeping from behind the clouds. The blanket of cloud was a monotonous grey. The sickly smell of a built up rain cloud told me to stay put. The eerie-green ocean was as still as the deepest night. An icy breeze rustled the

grassy reeds making a hissing sound. The first heavy drops of rain made sharp dents in the sand. Then the real storm began. The heavy drops quickly turned to blinding sheets of rain, A

mingled with sea spray. The ocean surged forward like a falling mountain. As the waves rose to their full height, the

foaming peaks pounded down on the previous wave grating back the sand. The thunder and the dashing surf produced a deafening din. The ocean was a boiling turmoil of black-

green and a luminous orange. Gale force winds whipped sand into every crack. Lightning illuminated the barely visible sky.

Just as suddenly as it began. the storm died. Waves started to recede, and in succession. were swallowed back

into the immense depths. The rain still poured, but the wind

gradually subsided. Eventually a gentle spray of drizzle made way for a refreshed sun. The bluer sea reflected dazzling red light. A clear salty smell replaced the dank smell

of seaweed. All life returned and I pinched myself to see if it had all been true.

Elizabeth Uren - Year 7

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Year 7 Green

Top Row: L. to R.: L. Allen, F. Hilbert, L. McMullen. A. Burke, C. Leeman Ursini, L. Stewart, M. Kranjcic, S. Knezic B. Crennan 2nd Row: M. Todaro, S. Perronnet, A. O'Halloran, T MeGowan, S. Rhoden, A. Need, F. Toussaint, K. Smith 3rd Row: E.

Front Row: L. Curtain, C. Newman, E. Ellis, L. Hebe]

M. Marshall. C. King, S. Chapman

Class Teacher: Miss Jane Schlesinger

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AS YOU LIKE IT," AT MANDEVILLE HALL, TOORAK, IN AID OF THE. QUEEN VICTORIA HOSP[TAL,

Storm at Sea

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Tired of waiting for my brother on the beach, I found a small dent in the sheer rock face to shelter me from the

penetrating wind. No longer was the sun shining brightly, it was reluctantly peeping from behind the clouds. The blanket of cloud was a monotonous grey. The sickly smell of a built up rain cloud told me to stay put. The eerie-green ocean

was as still as the deepest night. An icy breeze rustled the grassy reeds making a hissing sound. The first heavy drops

of rain made sharp dents in the sand. Then the real storm began.

The heavy drops quickly turned to Minding sheets of rain,

mingled with sea spray. The ocean surged forward like a falling mountain. As the waves rose to their full height. the

foaming peaks pounded down on the previous wave grating back the sand. The thunder and the dashing surf produced a deafening din. The ocean was a boiling turmoil of blackgreen and a luminous orange. Gale force winds whipped

sand into everY crack. Lightning illuminated the barely visible sky.

Just as suddenly as it began. the storm died. Waves started to recede, and in succession, were swallowed back

into the immense depths. The rain still poured, but the wind gradually subsided. Eventually a gentle spray of drizzle made way for a refreshed sun. The bluer sea reflected dazzling red light. A clear salty smell replaced the dank smell of seaweed. Alllife returned and I pinched myself to see if it had all been true.

Elizabeth Uren - Year 7

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Year 7 Green

Top Rotc: L. to R..' L. Allen, F. Hilbert, L. McMullen, A. Burke. C. Leeman 3rd Row E.

Ursini, L. Stewart, M. Kranjcic, S. Knezic, B. Crennan

2nd Row: M. Todaro, S. Perronnet, A. O'Halloran, T. McGowan, S. Rhoden, A. Need, F. Toussaint, K, Smith

Front Row: L. Curtain, C. Newman, E. Ellis, L. Hebel, M. Marshall. C. King, S. Chapman Class Teacher: Miss Jane Schlesinger

AS YOU LIKE IT.

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IIer Excellency Lady Northcote wa• - 4 among those present at the perfarmance of .-. -. 0

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As You Like It on the lower lawn of Man- 0

deville Hall, Toorak, on Saturday after-

The weather was perfect for enter- 0

noon.

tainment of an alfresco nature, and the

popular pastoral lost nothing by reason of

its Betting, which was specially pictureslue. -

The grounds and verandahs were put at

the disposal of the Queen Victoria Hospital committee by Airs. Ross Soden.

Mr.

Mackey, M.LA. received Lady Northcote. Taking part in the play were various members of the St. Kilda Shakspeare Society, including Mr. G. Morgan, Mr. B. Paton,

Mr. Arthur Coppin, Mr. Mortimer J. Cox, Miss L. Noseda, Miss M. Torrance and Miss M. Morey.

Music was provided by the Zingari Amateur Orchestra, a much t

appreciated item being a Shakspearian pastoral dance arranged by Miss Florrie Green, and given by the Misses Evans. Songs incidental to the play were rendered by Mr. J.

M'Lean.

THE MAN OF THE HOUR. The man of the hour in France, M. Delcasse, was Foreign Mini:ter during the critical Famho(la crisis.

His wit and tact

i saved the two countries from a terrible struggle.

The British ambassador con-

fronted him with a pocketful of explicit in-

EtructioriR, amounting to the ultimatum- 1 "France must retire-or fight." The conver-

sation was amical,le. as became two dir)10· I

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THE LEADER.

March 21,1908.

P matistb, and when, after defending the Ht titude of his Government, the British am

I bassaclor fumbled at his frock coat button

I to take from hig inner pocket the note of ultimatum, M. Delcasse interposed : "Do

not zindo that button. Excellener. I muxt

not see that paper. H 1 Init spe the corne · of it. the color of .t. it i: a threat. and

then France must fielit. Xi.ittc·r: u-ill at*range thenifelves." Anci they clid I

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Missing links, though of imi.ortance irom a zoological point of view, are not usually POSsessed of characteristic·,4 which entitle

them to claim popular attention. Thus the trn.*·ri

new crustacean Koonlingn ('lin- >I·. which i: mentioned by Mr. R. L 1-clekker iii -linowled:e," and which has been found near Melbourne, is chiefly remarkable for having

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T se.sile eyes instead of the ,talk-eye charneteristic of the group to which itH other eliaracteristics belong. A.4 the ,<talk-eye i: Supposed to be a primitive feature, and the

se»,ile eye a derivative tlit.rt·from, this tiny

whrimp, three of which go to an inch, ean therefore claim to be a missing link. PosFibly the miSMing link of man's de.t·ent

nould be almost as 1,4,1,ul,1·ly di-appointing.

c )ne can only say that his identity as yet lacks complete identification, though some new researches in Java, where Pithecanthropus erectils, the most primitive type,

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was found. may give some much desired in-

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We gratefully acknowledge our indebtedness to Mrs. Geoffrey Serle who graciously shared with us this research into pre-Loreta Mandeuille.

YEAR EIGHT

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Year 8 Blue

Top Row: L. to R.: G. McMullen, T. Hirle, S. Messina, A.M. Ward,-A. Wilcox 3rd Row: C.

Hicks, B. Sheedy, F. McLean , H. Hebel, E. Rocke, C. Mitchell, E. Mulcahy

2nd Row: C. Front Row: S. Class Teacher:

Gunh. J. Kydd, J. Fogarty, J

Walker, M. Rice. K. Koukouvaos. F. Sitzoukis Clark, K. Turner, L. White, G. Mimovich, L. Doig, S. Griffiths, N. Buckley Mrs. Geraldine Dowd

Solitude

Rolling down the window

Eight Green and Red Retreat Day

Following another exactly like it,

One small bead of water

Eight Green and Red went to Campion College, Kew for their Retreat Day on Wednesday, 24th June. The Retreat was led by Father Hugh Walsh, a Franciscan. First, Father gave us a talk about Christianity as it is today. After a break, we split into groups of five or six, and were

On the large window

assigned to make a machine with each person as part of that

Is left behind when the others fall.

machine.

Alone and quiet

After that, half the group were shown a film and the other half had a discussion with Father. After lunch the two groups

A clear drop of moisture

Clings to the pane, Then cascades down to the sill,

It reminds me of myself:

Different and set apart from others Yet unique and willing to stay When the others have all gone.

changed over. As the day was drawing to a close, we celebrated Mass. Altogether it was a very happy and informative day enjoyed by all. Anna Page - Year 8

Catherine Santo - Year 8

Religion ·this year has taught me a lot. I know God much better than last year. Religion is necessary for me to learn how to be generous, kind and to develop a better attitude to life. Religion has helped me become aware of other things in my community and the world.

I found in R.E. this year a better understanding of myself

and of God. I learnt about relationships and my attitude toward relationships was changed for the better. I found in doing real life situations in plays that I understand how to handle these situations if I ever did get faced with them. This Miss Mary Uren

Mr. Roger Gill

year R.E. was really fullfilling.

Lion

From the Garden Wall

The lion crouched in the tall, golden grass of his African

Adele sat quietly on the wall of her garden. It was late

home. His golden coat melted into the tall grass until it was

summer and a warm breeze stirred in the delicate beech

almost impossible to see him. He was down-wind from his

trees which were clustered together in the corner of the wall.

prey. thus disguising his scent, and was perfectly camouflaged. He crept towards his prey silently, on padded paws,

She looked out on a peaceful landscape with patchwork fields and cows grazing peacefully, unaware·that they were being shyly observed by a small child with gold curls and

his supple legs ready to pounce. His prey, a few deer feeding off the grass, were unaware of his presence: just as he was unaware of mine. He was creeping towards the deer in a zig zag pattern so his pres-

ence would not be easily detected. By now he was almost on top of the deer. The leader of

deep blue eyes. The soft zephyrs lifted her hair and made it

dance on rosy cheeks. A small scrap of white fluff lay curled up in her lap, purring loudly as she stroked his chin. Summer scents were in the air mingled with a faint, yet

the herd. a fine young buck in his prime, was starting to get

tantalizing smell of beef which drifted from the kitchen. Roses and jasmine. however, were giving the most delight

nervous. He had sensed the lion's presence but wasn't sure

to her senses. Adele knew she would soon have to leave the

of his enemy's position, so wasn't going to move just yet. Then the buck spotted the lion crouched in the long grass.

moss-covered, blue stone wall and the serene beauty that

He stamped his foot as a signal of danger, and the herd sprang to life: but the warning was too late. The lion had

surrounded it, because supper was nearly ready. As the sun sank behind the distant hills, staining the sky with reds and pinks. her mother called her and she skipped happily into

pounced on a young doe's back, digging his claws into her

the house with her kitten frisking at her heels.

smooth brown fur. then his jaw closed, and his teeth sank

Gabrielle Sheehan - Year 8

into her tender flesh. In seconds she was dead, her neck

snapped in two. The rest of the herd had fled and the lion dragged his catch back to his den where he devoured it and then settled

down to sleep. In a few more days he would kill again, but for now he had had enough. Bronwyn MeNamara - Year 8

Year 8 Gold

Top Row: L. to R.: S. Gray, A. Sinn, C. Armstrong, D. Field, N.

Greenfield

3rd Row: R. Wright, A. Carnovale, N. Chiappalone, T. McMullen, N. Schwarz, E. R#lph, E. Hart 2nd Row: j.

Galea, G. Quin, C. McDermott, S. Tidey, K. Whelan , L. Barry, S. McCarthy

Front Row: R. Bailey, K. Drake, T. Hill, C. Maddy, J. Pelletier, A Della, J. Ley Form Teacher:

Mrs. Carroll

The Lament of the Housewife

Woe, alas woe is the housewife's job,

Sarah Sunshine had pearl white teeth

Toiling and working for her little mob. Washing and scrubbing from morning til night.

which shone and gleamed while she played in the heath

Ironing the shirts and polishing the light.

while her hair was as white as the men from Mars.

Changing the flowers and cleaning the bath.

Sarah Sunshine was loved by all

her shoes were black and shone like stars

Cooking and mending and sweeping the path. Late in the day all looks sparkling and new, Until the arrival of her unruly crew. Then down go the bags and out comes the milk,

and the birds would answer if ever she'd call The flowers wouldn't bloom

If Sarah was in gloom. So good night Sarah goodnight from all

And Pauly knocks that over Nana's new silk.

and in the answer Sarah would give

Crumbs on the floor and down blow the leaves

one last call, "Goodnight all'.'

And "gosh" now there's spider webs under the eaves.

Sally Martin - Year 8

At the end of the day she tucks them in bed. She kisses them goodnight and pats their wee heads.

A Traffic Light

She heads for the lounge room to put up her feet.

A traffic light is

All is a mess, just nothing is neat.

an electronic policeman standing to attention,

There's shoes on the table and cups on the bar. There's dust on the side board and dirt on the car.

showing off his colours

Woe alas woe is the housewife's dream

Changing his mind constantly with lots of coloured decisions

Why can't she be a star on the t.v. screen.

Winking to people. to stop. get ready and go

Lizz Rocke - Year 8

A device that is a frustration to the driver,

Sarah Sunshine

Casting his blood shot eye at the speedy cars

Sarah Sunshine danced around

directing the safety of

Skipping and playing as if she's spellbound with eyes like diamonds which sparkle and gleam and the rosiest cheeks that you have ever seen.

LIFE.

Clare Hicks, Fiona Sitzoukis. Sam Clark,

Claire Mitchell, Nicola Buckley - Year 8

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Year 8 Red

Top Row: L. to R.: G. Sheehan, b I. McCardel, P. Fagan. C. Wills, T. Marshall 3rd Row: K. Hanrahan, C. Santo, R. Green. L. Neave. M. Meldrum, C. Willis 2nd Row: F. Lardner, S. Worner. 1 3. Regan, D. Curtain, S. Evans, B. Annesley, A. Hatcher

Front Row: A. Fraser, L. Murphy, T Branton, L. Waters, L. Ginies, V. Bailey, J. Costigan Form Teacher:

Mrs. Kehoe

Year 8 Green

Top Row: L. to R.: L. Doran, E. Duffy, B. MeNamara, A. Page, M. Vitkos

3rd Row: M.

Walker, S. O'Shaughnessy , S. Ralph, T. O'Brien, C

Daniel, J. Lynch, R. Interdonato

2nd Row: E. England, G. Sherman, C. Lennon, S. McPherson, S6. Moulton, M. Velissaris, B. Wood Front Row: S. Colombo, A. Bongiorno, F. Doherty, S. Martin, C . Maloney, M. Machowicz, C. Rayner Form Teacher: Sr. Margaret Mary

Clouds

Like mounds of cotton wool they seem,

The Play of The Wooden Horse After many days of practice

To have smiling faces which beam, and beam.

We finally were ready

With wings held out and heads held high, They race across the big blue sky. When the s-un comes out they go to bed,

Some of us were nervous

But most of us were steady

But when the sun leaves, need anything be said?

We stood in front of our parents And sang our hearts galore While some friends, brothers and sisters

They cry upon the ground so hard, And water every street and yard. So when they leave us without a sound We'll wave to them from upon the ground.

Had to sit on the floor Some of the teachers were anxious

Beth Cooney

To make this play a success All of the children looked great Because they were in 'fancy' dress

A TV Antenna

At last the play was over

Like a frozen beetle with antenna for its feelers

Like the sunset with two pitchforks swaying

And every girl was proud To present a bouquet of flowers

Like two steel rods at an intersection

To Mrs. Andrews, Panetta and Dowd

Like a soldier saluting its genera!

Like a lone person standing in the cold

A lot of work had gone into this,

This famous play about Troy

Like a big grasshopper ready to spring

When the Greeks beat the Trojans

Like two acrobatic poles standing motionless in the sky Like a straight soldier ready to march to war

I hope we gave some joy.

That is a TV antenna

Melissa Rice, Joanna Walker,

Kate Turner and Erin Mulcahy - Year 8

Helen Hebel - Year 8

YEAR NINE

Year 9 Gold

Top Row: L. to R.: A,

Chisholm. L. McNamara. C. Folley. C. Tighe. P. Lee, K. Purcell. C. King Carroll. D. Nash. S. I.atham. C. Kryza. K. Margossis. C. Long. C. Riordan 2nd Row: M. Siu, H. Cantweii. J. Healey, D. Coperchini, M. Soppitt, K. Smith, M. Clancy

3rd Row: L.

Front Row: M. Bouras, E. Calanchini. G. Caputi. B. Waters, K. McCaughey, N. Yap, S. Humphris

Class Teacher:

Miss Theresa O'Shea

Absent: M. Ryan, J. Cronin

The Arachnid

It is Winter. and the spider sleeps. through

It is Winter, and the spiders sleep. through

The rain and mud it has never seen

The rain and mud they have never seen.

For as the first Autumn leaves fell

Nature worked, now the spider hibernates. Winter passes. Spring comes -

Nature worked, now the spiders hibernate Winter passes. Spring comes.

The spider wakes.

The spiders wake.

Genes direct actions. and the spider obeys. It begins its work, spins a web Pangs of hunger disturb the calm Of a vacuum mind

And an automatic body.

Monique Ryan - Year 9

The bird

swoops down

The trap takes shape

Delicately lifting

As the arachnid works

The morsel of bread.

The awesome symmetry

It's yellow-rimmed eye

Clings to eaves

Darts warily.

Spring progresses, green abounds.

A footfall sounds

The spider waits, the prey comes forth

The bird vanishes

Patience is rewarded, and

Hunger is appeased

Leaving no trace - except Spidery footprints

Now the search for a mate

inthe

Summer threatens......

Grass

Catherine King - Year 9

A puddle, or a dream?

The Tree

A pool of water on the muddy ground

The cold, damp, lumpy, earth holds tightly the roots,

Through which many have walked, Rode through and driven into..

the feet of this plant -

A normal facet of civilisation.

immobile.

Yetlook deeper. and you will see,

They cannot follow the sun and envy the branches which do.

Or will not see. because it is not there,

Reflections of the mind's eye.

Charlotte Kryza - Year 9

Vistas of forests. conifers, pine cones

The fir trees stand silently

A misty moon.

Like two lone sentries upon a hill

A silhouette of trees

Their image reflected in the still water.

against the sky of Utopia.

One straggling branch intrudes,

Every man's dream Condensed into one,

Breaking the symmetry.

Something that has always been here

PAVING BRICKS

But probably will never exist.

Hundreds of trampling feet

Back to the present, as a racing Land-Rover

Will wear smooth the thin gashes there now The merciless sun and wind will parch and dry them,

Accelerates through the puddle

Rain will patter gently down or pour in torrents on them

Dispelling the body of water, sending droplets of water through the air. A dream destroyed in split seconds

Catherine King - Year 9

Giving them a smooth glazed look

Which brings out the rich colour otherwise hidden. Mortar joins and yet separates them Slotting them intricately together Man's very nature is reflected in the paving.

As a driver wonders When will it rain?

Monique Ryan - - Year 9

Gabrielle Caputi - Year 9

Year 9 Ked

Top Row: L. to R.: K. Height, C. Chiba, L. O'Bryan, E. O'Dea, F. Pierce, M. Feakes, S. Hillman Ring, K. Walsh, B. Smrekar, C. Gaynor, M. Hales, T. Thornton, S. Di Felice 2nd Row: B. McMahon, B. Pirrie, A. Stokes, L. Lavelle, R. Chancellor, M. Selar, K. Regan 3rd Row: A.

Front Row: R. Haas, J. Bailey, C. McHenry, M. L. Kitchen, N. Mulqueen, D. Tammaro, H. Martin Class Teacher:

Mrs. Alison Miller

Year 9 Blue

Top Row. L. to R.: S. de Soysa, S. Phillips, N. Kostakanellis, K. Johnston, G. Howard, S. Ryan, D. Shield 3rd Row: S.

Barry, S. Rey, F. Walshe, G. Kennedy, M. Fox, N. Fuscaldo. K. Burke, A. Ryan, A. Angelopoulos

2nd Row: K.

Ahearn, S. Purcell, S. Veselik, J. Conquest, S. Junker, K. Amad, M. Tauro

Front Row: N.

Leong, S. Cundari, J. Dickinson, M. Ubaldi, G. Burford, M Wines, M. Vandoros

Class Teacher:

Mrs. Elisabeth Andrews

Skiing weekend

We left school at 6 p.m. on Friday and finally arrived at the "Bon Accord" in Harrietville at about 12 midnight. After having our skis fitted, we sank into our beds and slept solidly till 6.30 a.m. when Mr. Schmidt woke everyone up.

We were excited about the skiing and could hardly wait :o get on the bus. When we arrived at Mt. Buffalo we took lessons and were divided into groups according to standard. Those of us who had to use the pomma soon found out the sore points of falling over. The day at Hotham proved to be even better than Buffalo. The skiing was excellent and most of us had now graduated from the beginners' slopes to a harder slope. On Monday we went to Beechworth for ati historic tour. We all learnt a lot from it and it was very enjoyable. All in all. 1 think the camp was a great success and everything (except the food) lived up to expectations. Cathy Chiba - Year 9

An Unusual Dinner Party Riding home on my unicorn, I consulted my pet pollyguin

as to my next social engagement. My calendar for the past six months consisted in part of the Mad Hatter's Tea Party; posing as Lady Godiva (as a dare) and riding through Coventry, naked, on horseback and joining with friends in pulling the plug on Atlantis. And so I came to the present day, when I was holding a dinner party for five. When I got home I ordered Peter, my pollyguin, to prepare dinner, but after he had burnt the bottoms out of

three saucepans I summoned my fortitude and cooked a reasonable meal for my guests who were Abraham Lincoln, Queen Elizabeth I, Raquel Welch, Roger Moore, and King Charles I of England. They arrived and I served dinner. It was a peculiar meal, even for the company I keep.

Firstly, except for Roger Moore and Raquel Welch, my guests did not seem to be getting on very well. I had considered that the two English monarchs would be friendly, but Liz took offence at Charlie and soon answered

Mrs. Elisabeth Neales I HEARD THE OWL CALL MY NAME ...

I started up the river-bank very slowly, with a thousand

every attempt at conversation that he made by saying "Only

thoughts and questions going through my mind. I felt relieved to have heard the owl call my name, because the suspense was affecting my happiness, and I

someone without a head could see it that way'.'

didn't know exactly how much longer 1 would have with the

This conversation. of course, took place after the primary difficulties when Lincoln and Elizabeth Regina refused to talk. and sat on their chairs stolidly pretending to be dead. However, presently Abe recited his daily version of the Gettysburg Address; "Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth

Indians.

on this continent a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and

I told her that I had heard the owl call my name. Instead of a

Feeling deprived of a job not fully accomplished, I made my way to the Vicarage. I had to talk to someone; I needed some attention and consoling. I prayed and had hoped that my job was a job well done!

Marta was preparing my dinner, as I walked the vicarage cover up, or a negative attitude, she answered, "Yes, my

Charles I was now deserted by Queen Elizabeth I, and

son.

began to converse with an imaginary wife, Henrietta, about

As I slept that night, with the heavy rains hammering on

his "Eikon Basileke'.' Elizabeth in the meantime, stared at

Raquel Welch, and she, too, then began a monologue,

my roof, I recalled the many times when Jim and I were on the boat and had seemed to be heading straight into a cliff or

"Cecil, take that loose woman away. A low neckline of that order deserves punishment. Take that loose woman away!"

a steep island, only to find at the last moment some little finger of the sea, waiting to lead us on.

Miss Welch and Roger Moore moved away to the sofa to continue their early purpose and to get to know each other even more intimately. I could barely hear their conversation. Looking around me in desperation, I began to clear the dinner table. As I entered the kitchen and began to store the

1 awoke the next morning, to find that the rain had

stopped, and that the grey sky had been broken by the sun, shining through soft, white clouds. Everything and everyone seemed to be the same. The children came to greet me, and the older Indians said hello. However, everything I felt was

dishes into my very own (patient) dish polisher, I looked

not the same. There were questions running through my

forward to the next day, and the opportunity to get back to

mind, and I had to find a place to think!

the normal, if boring, social grind.

I took the narrow path through the deep woods and arrived at the old burial ground. I turned at last, and saw Keetah. She moved towards me and placed her hands on my shoulder, saying, "I have come to speak on behalf of my people, and I. Would you do us one last favour?" I replied,

Monique Ryan - Year 9

"Gladly'.'

The Hose

She continued, "Would you stay with us until the end? This is your village Mark, and we are your family. You are the swimmer, who came to us from the great sea','

The long, coiled hose with its yellow, criss-cross design stretches from the garden to the rusty old tap, across the deserted playground,

Finding no other way to say thank you for this memorable

Lying on dark, impersonal asphalt. Around it dead leaves and litter lie.

The hose is like a human life;

straight and uncomplicated in parts yet a little way further on, it becomes knotted and intricate

Now, across the playground comes the gardener to take the hose away. Susy Latham - Year 9

gift of peace, which they offered in such a quiet perspicacious way, 1 held her in my arms tightly, knowing that this was their way of saying thank you. I suddenly realised that I had accomplished a lot; I had entered a completely different way of life and now I was a part of it! 1 had experienced happiness and sorrow with the Indians, and I knew now that I belonged to their village. Determined to complete my life on earth, I continued with

my day to day activities, knowing that I would die remembered!

Jane Healey - Year 9 Gold

YEAR TEN A COMPARISON

THE WEARY HOURS

Wind tossed mane.

All in black she waits:

Proud and free

A hat with a brim so wide. no-one can see her eyes

Spring-caressed grass

An image of her old self

Ice-fed stream.

A shadow of what once was.

Hot, dusty corral

Now she does not wear the ring

Heavy, hard saddle Stout, bouncing rider Plodding humiliation.

The ring he gave her but only one year ago

Shining, weather-groomed coat Supple, sinewy legs.

All that is lost in one night. A life time of growing into the type of person she wanted

Bold bright eye

Is gone, and it is not right.

High, alert head-carriage. Dragging, hanging head.

Why should any one person inflict on another The pain and anguish of emotions....?

Sweaty. exhausted limbs.

Still she waits;

Brittle, cracked hooves,

No-one is sure he is dead

Dust-invaded nostril.

Just missing But inside she sees a blackness and perhaps she knows

He is gone.

Although she is usually outgoing. friendly and warm

Pleasantly growing old. Wild, alive and free.

It is too late.

Quick, painless end.

All in black she waits

Sun-bleached bones.

An image of her old self

Collapsing, panting, pain.

A shadow of what once was.

Beating, hauling. shaky stance.

Virginia Banks - Year 10

Dreaded, meatworks truck.

Death-ridden knackers yard.

Mirella Martin - Year 10

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Year 10 Blue

Top Row: L. to R.: K. Dalton, J. Bourke, S. Feehan, S. Dalton, H. Boutsis 3rd Row: K.

Lethbridge. M. McG]ade. K. Riddell, A. Height, K. Murphy, G. O'Halloran, V. Longmire

2nd Row: P.

Wales, C. Raftis, J. Hedger, J. Walker, C. Olschyna, K. Harty, L. Barry

Front Row: A. Liddy. G. Derrick, R. Jaycock, M. Borrack, A. Rishworth, J. Edwards, M. Martin Class Teacher: J. Carpenter

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year 10 Gold

Top Row: L. to R.: M. Long, G. Treloar, S. Meehan, A. Sweeney. E. de Castella 3rd Row: A. 2nd Row: d.

Vaughan, C. Healey, H. Harangozo, R. Kiernan, J. Landrigan, K. O'Brien Cohen, C. Westmore. C. MeNamara, E. Magee, C. Kelly, J. Mallows, M. Silk

Front Row: C. Nicholson, M. Leonard, E. Chisholm, J. Meagher, C. Fogarty, G. Edgerton. B. Ellis Class Teacher: J. Ryan

Music Camp

On Sunday, 18th August, girls met with Mrs. Panetta, Miss Tolman and Sr. Margaret Mary at 12.15 at the Ansett City Terminal to catch a bus out to Tullamarine. Mrs. Andrews had preceded us to Sydney. We caught a plane which got us to Sydney airport at about three o'clock, and were met by a bus which was to take us to Normanhurst.

The schools taking part in the Camp were Kirribilli and Normanhurst (Sydney), Adelaide, Brisbane, Ballarat and

chorus, unaccompanied choir (for the best singers) and the senior and junior orchestras. We learnt and practised our

respective parts separately and then came together for a full practice at the end of the day. Mr. Richard Gill, a wellknown and much-respected musician from the Conservatorium, was our conductor, and he pretty well despaired of us. We were all exhausted at the end of the day. Tuesday was much the same as Monday, except that our

Toorak.

parts had improved. Our long lunch-break, we felt, was

On our arrival at Normanhurst, we were met by Mother Beatrice and conveyed to the hall. The only other school that had arrived was Ballarat, and we renewed ouir acquaintance with the girls whom some of us had billetted on the

well-deserved, and it gave us a chance to explore Normanhurst's extensive grounds. Again we found the work tiring but Mr. Gill was a bit more pleased with us than he had been on Monday.

Choral Week-end. We learnt that we were to be billetted by

Wednesday was our rest day. We went on a tour of the

Kirribilli girls and fought eagerly for the billet sheet„ The

Sydney Opera House which was really interesting, and a barbour cruise which was also a lot of fun. After lunching in

other schools soon arrived, and we met up with our billets. Mass was then celebrated by Fr. David Rankin, and we were treated to a light supper after it. Our billets' parents then picked us up, and we were taken to our respective houses.

Monday's conversation was mostly about billets. "Is she nice?" "What are her parents like?" "Where do they live?"

the Botanic Gardens. we returned bad-temperedly to Normanhurst for another practice. Thursday was much more fun than the other singing days because we were feeling a :ot surer of our parts. and were able io put a lot more into them. The unaccompanied choir

But soon we got down to work. The morning's proceedings

joined the semi-chorus for practice in the afternoon. and really dazzled us with their beautiful singing. They had some

were opened by Sr. Carina Flaherty, after which we were

really talented first sopranos and their second sopranos and

divided up into our different sections: main chorus, semi-

altos were-excellent as well.

All week at lunch-times there had been auditions for the

nessy made it into the concert, which was a really great

I turned my head to where the foul smell was wafting from. As I did so I realised the rest of the people in the church were also staring at the man. He was in the pit of poverty. He wore a black coat covered in filth and a brown,

effort, as they had some pretty tough competition. The

well-worn hat. As he entered the church he removed his hat

chamber music concert to be held on Thursday night. From Mandeville, both Camille Wood and Antoinette O'Shaugh-

concert was a great success.

which told me he was taught his manners. His feet were

Friday was an al!-day rehearsal at the Willoughby Town Hall. We were organised into our places according to our

bare and covered in dirt.

parts and heights. Camille Wood was given the task of tun-

ing the orchestra, and Anne Badger was leading the second violins. The rehearsal went off really well, as did the concert which was the climax of a great week. Everybody contributed her best, and it was really successful. Saturday we returned home after saying our good-byes and thank-yous to the families who billetted us. Many girls were asked to stay on in Sydney with their families. Although the week was hard work, we agreed that it was

The derelict moved slowly down the aisle. As he shuffled along people turned their heads to the front so they wouldn't embarrass the man. He turned his wrinkled face in

the direction of mine. I smiled at him, and he must have

appreciated this, because he sat next to me. His stench soon became bearable after my mother's sweet smelling perfume mixed with his aroma. I could not remove

my eyes from him. I had never seen some-one so old and neglected. Despite his state he showed signs of self-respect

worthwhile because we had really enjoyed ourselves as well

- the faded red paper rose in his button-hole. and when the priest said a prayer for the poor, he said in a dignified

as developing musically.

voice, "Amen".

When the collection plate came around, he removed a

Kate Meagher - Year 10

coin from his ripped pocket and tossed it onto the plate. At the end of the Mass he stood back and let the ladies

The Most Extraordinary Person

walk before him. He turned around for the last time and

Going to Sunday Mass was never very stimulating at the age of seven. I would often stare at the stained glass win-

gave me a grin through his rotten teeth. I waved and watch-

dows or look at the people. I did not notice this man by eye-

ed him walk down the street with a dog barking after him. I always wonder where this man came from and hope one day his life will become full of the richness which he de-

by his punqent stench.

serves.

ing the congregation, instead he first attracted my attention

Paula Bailey - Year 10

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Top Row: L. to R.

E. McPherson, K. Meagher, C. Bradley, S. Tighe, A. O'Shaughnessy Banks, S. Peric, P. Bailey, M. Roberts, B. Russo, R. Fagan, K. Massoud, A. Bitsis 2nd Row: F. Smith, R. Gardner, M. Rhoden, S. Naulty, J. Randles, E. King, R. Kostaras 3rd Row: V.

Front Row: R. Farrell, S. Bennett, A. Badger, M. Martin, B. Falkingham, C. Anthopoulos, C. Soppitt Class Teacher: A. Schmidt

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PREJUDICE IN OUR SCHOOL There she sat,

Scorned and laughed at. Filled with misery.

But she was only one of many The girl everyone hated today, Tomorrow there would be someone else.

That thought would bring no comfort, She was unhappy now.

She was being teased and talked about now.

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Mr B. Nancarrow. Mrs. Barbara Edgerton

And even if some didn't,

They would never talk to her.

They would just follow the crowd, Too scared to do anything else.

But it wasn't their fault she was unhappy Wasn't she the victim?

And isn't it always the victim's fault For being the victim? Kate O'Brien -

Year 10

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THE BITTER FLAVOUR OF FREEDOM Section A Division 2 Mornane

from "Africa" by David Diop - 3rd Verse To run and to hide were the thoughts constantly running through my mind. Always afraid to step into society. Locking behind then in front because I knew I was hunted. Having to talk little and thinking: thinking up lies. thinking of excuses. never being open -in case.....

That was the life I led for the price of freedom. It seemed as though the police force had doubled since I had been declared guilty, for every time I went out I could not avoid missing someone standing erectly in those hated blue uniforms. Men and women alike, they were al] the same. all doing the same job. all searching. Who did it? Where was he? Every time I passed one I could feel accusing eyes penetrating into me so that I would shrink away fearing that everything was known.

Life had been misery ever since I had first succeeded in outrunning the "blue bears'.' My only plan at that time was to get away and I did not think of the aftermath. Having no family or intimate friends, I had nowhere to go. So I spent about two months in the slums sleeping, curled up tight, on the doorsteps of the poor. They did not like new-corners and were rather hostile towards me. Most of my days there were spent either thieving for food or getting myself involved in fights whether I wanted to or not. I was so tired and sore at the end of the day that I went straight to sleep without noticing the freezing, biting cold which included the frost or the fog in the morning which awoke me with a coughing fit.

I finally made an agreement to stay with a family slightly better off than those whom I had been associating with. But they were expecting some repayment from one which I could not give. Therefore I was abused and made to do all

the dirty jobs such as washing the dishes and the dirty linen. I also barried the rubbish down and brought the water up every day and repeatedly scrubbed the floors. I took drugs but even they were not enough to solve my depression. I did not go outside and kept away from any human contact as

ONCE UPON A HILLTOP

Section A Creative Writing Division 1 Years 7 and 8 Mulhall.

Swaying peacefully in the breeze stood an old tree. Accompanying it on the hill was a house in which lived a fairly young man. He owned a cow, some chickens and a little garden of wheat. One day he had an idea. He took his only rope. tied it around the tree and pulled it down. He then took his pocket knife and carved a boat in which he could travel along the nearby stream. On one occasion, he sailed further than usual and

discovered a small clearing. Another brain storm hit him. Since he had more milk, bread and eggs than he could eat, he decided to trade the remainder of his for any other goods passers by might happen to have. When the word spread about how a man was selling three different foods in the

valley, a small village developed around his small shelter. Many clever people lived in the village and one day a man. who claimed to be a professor. invented a brick from the clay. The houses were then made from brick and the small village grew into a large town. The one influential man

on the hill was now finding it difficult to supply the town with food as his cow and chickens were quite a bit older.

Eventually the cow died and a sly fox gobbled up his ten chickens. All that was left was his wheat. One day as he pondered at his window, looking at the town he had created he decided to give his job to a younger person, while he sold the hard substance that he had discovered. This substance

was now used everywhere. It claimed the name "metal'.' Another clever man invented a large boat made from metal. Someone else invented phosphorous which burst

into flame when you struck it against something rough. Eventually the man on the hill died, and the town wept One dark night a young boy played with some phosphorous and set his house on fire. The town learn into flames and was destroyed.

Ten years later a man came to live on the top of a hill. He owned a cow, some chickens and he lived in a hut. A tree

swayed gently in the quiet breeze . . Elizabeth Uren - Year 7

well as I could manage.

There was one day when I felt I could not stand life anymore. Walking blindly through the streets, jerking wildly away from anyone clothed in blue, I came to the harbour and without thinking or looking. I jumped in only to find the water at low tide. I was even a failure at suicide. Back I crept along the alley ways to drudge away at my so-called duties and eat my rations of bread and water. Just before I came to the flat I saw my "blue enemies" entering it. I had a sudden impulse to run - anywhere. I ran all that afternoon and goodness knows where I ended up but there I fell on my knees weak from exhaustion and malnutrition.

That is where they found me and I woke to find myself in the prison hospital with a hot roast being served around to all the patients. It felt like eternal bliss. I was warm and clean and being cared for. Freedom was something now pushed

back into the dark corners of my mind. It had such a bitter taste to it.

Nicole Yap - Year 9 Gold

THE FRIENDSHIP

Section A Creative Writing Ward House.

A chilly wind whistled through the ruins of the old house as dusk descended and engulfed the surrounding countryside.

This house was alone. No-one cared about it, no-one

polished its floors or cared for it, or even tended its gardens. It was forgotten.

All of this changed when a young girl, Sarah, approached the house with hesitation. Sarah was an intelligent, thoughtful girl who loved anything and everything old. While the other children went roller-skating, she would enter the antique shop, just to caress the beautiful oak chairs. That

was what she considered to be "thrilling'.' Because of this the other children sneered at her.

As Sarah walked up the steep hill that the house was built on, tears came to her eyes because of the wind. It stung her face like a lashing whip, but it was cool and refreshing. Sarah then entered the ruins of the old house, and sat down

on a piece of rubble. She admired the breathtaking view. This was her territory, her place where she felt at home. She had become friends with the house - she and the house were one.

Emma Braun - Year 7 Gold

3rd prize, Division 1. THROUGH THE WINDOW

An Unexpected Visitor

Frank Carstairs had cancer. From the beginning he had

My nerves were on end. I was sitting in the parlour of my

demanded to know the truth and he had received it. A week

great-uncle's house. My uncle was away in London and I was alone in his secluded, old mansion. I kept telling myself

ago Frank had started having attacks and bad pains. He was admitted to hospital and he knew the end was near. Every day at 2.00 the nurse would open the curtains after window, taking everything in. He gazed at the countryside, the rippling sea, lovers walking and the distant mountains. Each day Frank would see something to think about.

that the legends of ghosts were only rumors, but I was still afraid. The silence was eerie. I began reading to calm my jangling nerves, when I was almost deafened by a loud crash, that echoed through the empty corridors. I jumped to my feet and looked cautiously around the room. All was still, silent, and calm. Nothing was broken or moved. I

A few weeks later another man, Dave Saxon, was

began reading again but could not concentrate. I sensed that

Frank had rested and he spent a quiet hour looking out the

brought in. He, too, had cancer but was expected to live.

1 was not alone.

He was in a bed on the other side of the room. And every

The room seemed dark, although it was only one o'clock.

day Frank would tell Dave ali he saw out of the window. Dave was not satisfied with just descriptions, he wanted to see it all, live. He became obsessed with that thought. About two days later Frank cried out in pain. He

I decided upon inspecting the lower floor of the house. The ancient picture of my great-great grandmother was hung there in the picture gallery. It had always fascinated me. The eyes of the picture seemed to follow people around the gallery, and it was the portrait, that had led to the rumours of ghosts. I moved swiftly along the wide corridors, now damp and mildewed with age. The house itself seemed to have a character of its own. The exquisitely furnished rooms told of parties and celebrations held long ago, but at the same time, gave me a feeling of uneasiness. I entered the picture gallery with a feeling of expectancy. The large room

screamed out at Dave to call the nurse, but Dave just turned

the page of his book and looked up in time to see Frank die. Dave called the nurse and Frank was taken away. The nurse came back asking if Dave wanted anything. He asked to be moved to Frank's bed. At 2.00 Dave asked the

nurse to open the curtains. Then he looked out and his

facial expression changed. For all he saw was a grey, brick wall.

was adorned with gold ornaments and priceless paintings. I Jo-Anne Kydd

stared at the portrait of my great-great grandmother. The picture seemed to become larger and more real as I looked at it.

"A STORM AT SEA"

The wind was strengthening and raindrops were falling on

the ground around me. I raced through the cold grass and

climbed to 'Shelter Cave'. The water was becoming choppy, the clouds were thickening and darkening quickly. The air smelt dank as the wind lifted the trees' weary branches. As it grew stronger the more deserted the beach grew.

The pounding of the mighty waves against the rocks was deafening and the struggling seagulls cried anxiously. All the

frightened, animals and birds had run for shelter and the vicious surf crashed sadistically on the sand. The howling wind chased the autumn leaves in a raging whirlwind.

Tremendous waves emerged from the bubbling, boiling sea. White foam was swept onto the sand by the waves as they

swept onto the beach furiously. Wind whistled through the grass and lashed at the unsuspecting leaves and twigs. The storm stopped suddenly and the seagulls were the first to stagger onto the beach and recover. In the sky a

rainbow pushed its way through the clearing clouds and the sun beamed over the refreshed countryside. I struggled through the creeping vines and the wind swept over my cold face. I licked my lips and tasted the seasalt crusted to them. I headed home to slide into a delightfully warm bubble bath. Nature had recovered at last.

Margaret Ralph

Suddenly the room was ablaze with colour and laughter. The scene before my eyes was that of a ballroom. Long, flowing silk gowns faded into dancers moving gracefully across the polished floor, and musicians playing melodies,

all adorned with colour and gaiety. I looked down and realised that I, too was dressed in a long, silk gown. I wandered over to the other end of the room where a young woman was seated on a chair, surrounded by a crowd of people, to whom she was talking. I recognized her at once

to be my great-great grandmother, the person whose portrait was hanging in the picture gallery. She noticed me at once and the crowd around her moved back. "How "

charming, an unexpected visitor, the words rang through

my mind in a strangely familiar tone. A handsome, finely dressed man approached me and asked me to dance. The uncounted hours flew past as I danced with him to the music played by the orchestra, but I knew that I did not belong to the time and place that I was in. As we danced, I

accidentally knocked over a large vase and broke it. Nobody seemed to notice, so I left it lying on the floor.

The orchestra music suddenly became louder and louder,

and the people danced faster and faster, and then, there was silence. I was sitting on the floor of the empty picture gallery. The people and noise around me had vanished. The room bore no witness to their presence. I glanced around the room and saw a broken vase on the floor,

3rd prize, Division 2. The bird

A footfall sounds

Swoops down Delicately lifting

The bird vanishes

The morsel of bread.

Spidery footprints

It's yellow-rimmed eye

In the

Darts warily.

Grass.

Leaving no trace except

underneath the portrait of my great-great grandmother.

Had the vase being broken, been the crash I had heard in the parlour, or had it been the vase I had knocked over

while dancing? Had I been an unexpected visitor to another time and place? Lisa Whitbv - Year 7

Catherine King

YEAR ELEVEN

Year 11 Red

Top Row: L. to R.: 3. Colombo, C. Walsh, E. Kocsis, M. Clancy. J. Borrack

3rd Row: R. Spillane. M. Gaynor, C. Bailey. G. Schumann, A. McGoldrick 2nd Row: G. Kiely, A. MacKinnon, M. Pinsent, F. Poletti, J. Davies, K. Edwards, S. Nilsson Front Row: S.

Lunn, C. Phillips, C. Ralph, C. English, M. Hamdorf, C. Fagan, L. Gunther

Class Teacher: Mrs. Pollv Whittle

He opened the door with a certain eagerness, in the hope that it was someone with a problem that he could help to solve. Although his eyes sparkled at the pleasure of seeing an old friend. his face showed the expression of a sick,

As he described the old men that he encountered every day, his eyes seemed to deepen with pity and sorrow, but nothing that could have described my feelings for him at that moment. The scars and bruises on his frail body told of the

lonely and weary man.

abuse and roughness that had been aimed at him through

As Brother Alex led me down the dark and dreary corridor, I noticed that his step was not as lively as in former years and he walked with some hesitation and perhaps even nervousness, almost as if he expected an old drunk to

his will to help people.

appear out of nowhere and hurl abuse at him.

Presently we settled down in a cold and barren room with a cup of tea, and before he even began to tell me of his recent experiences I could almost predict his words. Over

the years his hair had greyed, his face and body had thinned, while his eyes looked droopy and tired. His clothes were worn and dirty, with the only sign of a worthy possession belonging to him, being his gold cross pinned on to his black jacket: the one thing that held his hopes and dreams intact, the symbol of all his faith and love. His overall appearance conveyed the message that he had lived through years of poverty, roughness, tragedy and yet, hope. The manner in which he spoke was gentle and

At one point in the conversation, an almost satisfied smile seemed to lighten up his face as he described the progress of his home for the poor. Nevertheless, I knew that this man would never be satisfied until he had helped every poor soul living within his grasp.

The possible time for me to spend with him had been used to its fullest extent, which troubled me greatly as I knew he needed someone to talk to. As we retraced our steps I thought, 'if only there was some way I could help him; but then I realized that he wanted no help and only wanted to offer help.

calm. It conveyed the kind of love which would have been

We parted with a warm embrace and the promise to get in touch with each other soon. I walked through the overgrown garden feeling very depressed and sympathetic towards him. Nevertheless, I knew that he was happy in what he was doing, although he had crossed many shattered paths, and all my respect and admiration are given

necessary to endure his past and present years.

to his devotion and faith in life.

Sarah Garretty - Year 11

Backyard Cricket

Beware, if you value your sanity never be lured into a family backyard cricket match, because you will never be the same again. After just completing two months' summer holidays I have come to the conclusion that journalists have overlooked a situation that occurs year after year and is threatening the future harmony of the Australian family. It is commonly known as the Backyard Cricket Syndrome, but do not let the name deceive you; it can have a disastrous

outcome, that can range from Brother Billy bashing Toddler Tommy over the head to a full scale gang war that turns little angels into little monsters.

Once someone has plucked up enough courage to organise one of these so-called "friendly family games", there is the problem of teams. At the tender age of four Toddler Tommy finds himself unwanted, and the reason? None other than his finer reflexes (that is bowling, bdtting and fielding), have not fully developed yet, thus proving to be little more than an embarrassment to his team. It goes

without saying any true blooded chauvinist boy would not

Once the problem of teams has been sorted out the bloodshed begins on the field. The centre of the dispute this time is the wicket. (commonly known as the rubbish tin). This object is unfortunately spherical, and it is debated time and time again whether the whole thing including the sides and the back half should be ]egally counted as the wicket opposed to just the front half.

Meanwhile Toddler Tommy, who. just five minutes previously, was saying how "grown up" he was is suddenly

screaming blue murder because Big Brother Bill is bowling at what seems a thousand km per hour and nearly flattening the poor little chap, who is at a loss because he can hardly lift the bat off the ground because it is nearly as big as him, let alone hit the ball.

Even Sister Suzy is enraged (she is literally being decapitated), by Brother Bill over an avid argument about whether the side fence is to be counted as a four or a six. On

consulting mother who is supposed to be umpire (but seems to be a lot more interested in catching up with the latest

think of letting a girl (or a sissy) on his team, but, on the

neighbourhood gossip), than the current crisis. Everyone's

other hand Brother Bill (who made the first eleven last

temper was at boiling point, and finally in desperation,

season) has suddenly made a dramatic rise on the

mother declares that the innings is closed and we all better

popularity stakes.

get inside quickly before she does something rash. Carolyn Walsh - Year 11

Year 11 Gold

Top Row: L. to R.: 1 Mulqueen, S. Cameron, A.M. Williams, A. Au, B. Curtain 3rd Row: K.

Streefkerk, M. Fogarty, K. Wrigley, L. Mullaly, V. Borghesi, A. Regan

2nd Row: M. Shield, S. Dickinson, D. Kafentzis, C. Murray, M.L. Coperchini, K. McCaig, G. Orsini Front Row: ·3.

Eury, L. Jowett, J. England, K. McGrath, F. Mulcahy, C. Pool, A. Oxley

Class Teacher:

Mrs. Pam Saul

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Year 11 Blue

Top Row: L. to R.: R. Fagan. B. Cooke, T. Lee. J. Barham, M. Long. R. Johnston, S. Garretty Middle Row: D. Hurley, J. Hess, N. Morris. C. O'Shea, D. Koerner, J. Kwok. M. Riordan, S. Danckert

Front Row: C.

Jaeggi, M. Soekotjo, L. Whalan. E. Phillips. M. Brittain, F. Corcoran. J. Ryan

Class Teacher. Sr. E. Donnan

David Copperfield

Canterbury was not as busy as Dover. To my horror I

realized that it was market day and my aunt, to her amusement observed the same. She guided the pony erratically through the main street. 'Maniac!' yelled a toothless fruit vendor.

'Hah, commoner' retaliated my aunt.

I shrank into the seat hoping to become unobtrusive to the market day crowd.

'Are you enjoying the ride, Trot?' my aunt yelled at me over the noise of the geese she had dispersed over the road,

'Wonderful' 1 cried weakly and resumed my hopefully Miss Hilary Ward

inconspicuous position.

Mrs. Val Donald

'Why are you sitting like that?' yelled my aunt.

My queasy, embarrassed look must have answered her question because she held the horse back for a few paces while she felt my temperature. In doing this act of maternal sympathy she only succeeded in scattering a butcher's and a

vegetable stall and nearly losing control of the grey pony. Do not think for one minute that 1 am criticizing my aunt's talents as a horsewoman. It is only when she shuts herself off from the outraged public and hurtles down the main street on market day at breakneck speed that my patience and generally peaceful feelings towards my aunt become heated and emotional. A. M. Wiliiams - Year 11

Mr. Michael Mulcahy

Nunzio Lucarelli stood by the window, his back to me as I entered. He had presumed that 1 had known where he lived

both beerl rather keen on meeting you - so I thought an

- and I did. Every one knew where he lived - he was an

faculty to take an honours course, majoring in European and Ancient Histories. He was brilliant, manipulative and

emerged from behind a pile of books in the corner. We exchanged expostulations. He was a thin white man dressed in black remarkably resembling a figure from an Aubrey Beardsley lino-cut. A few minutes later, with a highball in one hand and a cigar in the other - he commenced an

feared. I stood looking at his broad back and nervously

explanation.

cleared my throat.

It appeared that he had been commissioned to find appropriate entertainment for a nudist convention which was due to start in Melbourne in a few day's time. He artfully complimented me by saying that 1 was the obvious choice for a violin recital in view of my distinguished. if not short career within the university campus, having been revered as 'best musician ever at Melbourne' by Nathan Gutman. A title I had feared he rather resented, having been the premier violinist before my arrival. He explained that I would '. . . of course have to perform acrimoniously. whichi he said quickening '. . . would hardly bother a performer of my calibre - considering the amount of money involved'

institution at International House since he had moved in to

study the classics three years ago. He had been asked by the

When, earlier that afternoon a gold toothed dago had followed me through the bluestone quad and up the archaic elevator I had thought nothing of it, but he stepped in front of me as I attempted to alight on my floor and said, 'Mr. Lennick? Mr. Lennick, Mr. Nunzio Lucarelli wishes to see

you at six o'clock - please do not be late'. He disappeared and I was stunned, wondering what honour had been bestowed on my humble being, wondering whethe, the evening would offer rich confectionary to my curiositY concerning the eccentric, intangible Nunzio. He was completely at his ease. With disarming charm

Nunzio offered me his hand and a confident winning smile.

unofficial tea would suit. Edmund, this is Reece' Reece

table served as both ashtray and incense holder. Erotic

I emerged from his apartments. which had become choked with incense and cigar smoke feeling quiescent and confused. 'Let us know if you feel you can handle it', Nunzio had said. He was very persuasive and his articulate, lucid argument had convinced me. I phoned him the next day -

Pompeiin frescoes adorned the rose-pink walls and books

"Ill take it.

His rooms looked out over St. Kilda Parade and were four

or five times as large as my own. His waste paper bin was an elephant's foot and a stuffed coiled snake on the glass coffee

were piled needlessly and heavily on the unobtrusive, delicate persian carpets. 'Sit down, please, Edmund, just push Sebastian off'. He indicated towards a very low chair upon which was curled a salivating bulldog. I decided to stand. 'I suppose you're wondering what on earth I asked you here for', and I answered him that it had crossed my mind. 'I'd like to introduce you to a friend of mine - we've

And now, fifty years hence, I still can cringe, as I move towards the end of my career when I remember how the curtain went up in the private theatre Nunzio had procured. and I saw my audience sitting there - fully dressed - and I realise that the world has never been short of idiots however hard the times.

Caitlin English

Absentees

Top Row: L. to R.: E. Hede, J. Cronin, M. Ryan, S. Mott, M. Chipp, E. Cooney Front Row: L. King, G. Byrnes, F. Slattery, A. Slattery. P. Haas, M. Dwyer

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School Quadrangle

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Top Row: L. to R.: S. Bray, M. Skewes, E. Macdonald Middle Row: H. Rice, N. Briglia, A. Landrigan, P, Brady, A. Allen, Mrs. R. Haskell Front Row: S. Ahearn, S. Long, J. Clark, E. Gourvelos, J. Mortimer, B. Quinn, C. J. Lucy

r Miss Wendy Maning

Mr. George Butman

Sr. Ruth Winship

Miss Val Stewart

Mrs. Lilv Djajamihardja

f Miss Jane Tolman

Mrs. Anouk Smetana Mrs. Marie-Louise Khamara Mrs. Lyn Panetta, Sr, Wendy Hildebrand

'THE COUNCILLORS'

13 Years in the Life of a Mandeville Girl 1969-1981

Escorted by her mother, and trying to keep up with her quick steps, the

little girl walked into the 'enormous' grounds of Mandeville Hall. As she crossed the miles of asphalt she was watched by the unseeing eyes of the old house. Finally, they arrived at "the cottage" and in the strong arms of the awe-inspiring Mother Aloyisious the child made her hasty, tearful goodbye.

The year passed without much ado after that first frightening experience. Friends were soon made and we gradually began to learn the etiquette necessary for later life - etiquette founded on the principles of clean fingernails and new handkerchiefs each day. Work. it seemed even then, was what school was all about (though. of course, we were allowed a rest in the afternoon, on calico stretchers) for only once in that year did we come in contact with the play equipment. Mother Aloyisious feared that her charges would get rust on their pink and blue pinafores. Soon it was time to move up to grade one and that feeling of being a

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stranger eturned-anew,carpet dclas ro m,newteachers,new,more

difficult work and so many new girls. In this year the "mystery" of the gully began to haunt the girls of the class. We were petrified at the very thought

f of penetrating the "thick bush" of the gully which seemed like the jungles of central Africa. It was no surprise to us that the boys in the class had seen a "leaf monster" there or that Mary haunted 'the grotto' The first day of grade one was somewhat easier to bear. especially with the added freedom of having a "fill-in" teacher. Mrs. Hill was minding our class because Mrs. Ford had found herself stranded on a mountain due to

floods in New South Wales. Yes, Mrs. Ford's traumatic music lessons soon Melissa Whelan

restricted our freedom and culminated in the embarrassing Christmas concert when eight unfortunate grade two's had to get up and sing, wearing only thin nighties.

Grade three was a big step in life. Two flights of stairs (with polished wood banisters) led to our classrooms and it was quite an effort for young legs to climb them. (Going down, however. as one would imagine, was

not so difficult). Apart from attempting to use "ah" or other stop-gap words instead of "um" (Sr. Lena's fine of 1 cent per 'um' was a strain on the coffers.) our biggest goals in life were graduating to cartridge pens and cursive writing books. and being in the front line of the ballet for the mission concert.

The mission concerts, from grade three, became an integral part of school life. In grade four we really "stole the scene" as pink and blue poodles! Then, in grade six with the talented Philippa Spring and Debbie

Brigid Clarke

Toner as God and Noah our class brought the story of Noah's Ark to life. The highlight of that show was undoubtedly Gillian Vella as Mrs. Ham and her favourite line "So you boys can see my bloomers? Thank you no, I'd "

rather not.

Indeed, in these years our cultural education was well advanced. The weekly music and drama lessons did have repercussions for girls' health however. There was a great tendency to bang fingers on walls to escape

Mr. Blake's recorder lessons, and to lose voices just before poetry recitals for Mrs. Stonehouse. Artistically, we were encouraged to enlarge pictures for Mrs. Campbell's maths lessons and we eventually created a giant mural of faces by this technique.

Anne-Marie Comerford

At the end of grade six, we were allowed to go on our first overnight camp - to Grantulla country club. The midnight feasts and daily exercise on the trampolines were a fitting reward for years of school. Now came the biggest step of all - we became seniors at last! From being big girls in a little school we became very small girls in a big school. We were always on our very best behaviour, well almost always. The April

Fool's day prank of putting a spider on our teacher's table perhaps took things too far - especially, as Sr. Antoninus said. "April Fool's day was the day that Herod mocked the Lord, chickies'.' And a certain girl's passion for strangling herself during classes helped to make that first year

Philippa Corby

memorable.

In form two, the emphasis shifted from work to social events - at least

for us! The 'rock and roll" night that year. was a great success. despite the lack of males. Although Sr. Patricia's controversial religion lessons, in form three, taught us the danger of holding hands with boys. by form four our interest in the opposite sex was reawakened. Dancing class, Brigadoon and various invitations to socials at "boys' schools" provided quite a welcome distraction from the pressing bi-annual exams. In 1980, the St. Kevin's Mandeville production of 'Arsenic and Old Lace', the May Social at Leonda. the Christian Living Camps with Xavier

and our own November social marked the pinnacle of our social life. Soon it became obvious that work was the major concern of "Senior" girls. It

became difficult to combine an active social life with 3,000 word essays and substantial history research assignments.

This message has been reinforced in H.S.C. Although a Social at

Peanuts was very enjoyable, the pressures of Options as well as the

Sarah Gardiner

demands of Core work soon meant that study became the only concern. Well, perhaps not 'only; for we still have time to be 'schoolgirls' - as AnnMaree Comerford commented "you have to be insane to stay sane. Thus our pyjama day and the week of fund raising events. including a bandage day and a day when students and teachers were sold as slaves showed our dedication to this philosophy. Though we will never forgive V.I.S.E. for all the extra wbrk they have given us this has been a great year for our class as "

a whole.

That little girl has come such a long way since that terifying walk across the asphalt, thirteen years ago. As with each in the form. she has experienced a lot and has much from which to draw in her adulthood. Thirteen years of school - it is hard to realise that we are now so near the end of them! In third term, leaving school seems still in the realms of fantasy, though we discuss it constantly. Memories of school will vary from individual to individual, even for those who together have attended

Anna McKinnon

Mandeville since Prep. Yet there will always be, for all of our form, a warm recollection of the atmosphere which has characterised our years here.

The class and the teachers have become increasingly more friendly and more supportive of each other. As Kathy Garretty so aptly put it "School has become a home away from home'.' Shaaron Dalton - Year 12

j Jacquebri, Rigby

YEAR TWELVE

Bernadette Altamura

Margaret Angliss

Mary Lou Bailey

Shireen Armstrong

THE BOAT PEOPLE OF SOUTH-EAST ASIA

A refugee is a victim of political, religious. racial and kindred persecutions rooted in intolerance. He is the tragic symbol of the twentieth century. A recent United Nations publication states that, since its establishment in 1951, "it has helped over twenty million of the world's uprooted people'.' But a United Nations official also warned that in addition to every refugee who received assistance from the organisation there were three or four others who for some reason had not sought support or were not entitled to help. Thus. with this addition, the total number of refugees since 1951 has not been twenty million but between eighty and one hundred rrillion. Of this large number there is a small fraction of the world's exiles who have the most

dramatic and hcrrifying plight. These are the boat people of South-East Asia.

Over eight million Cambodians, Vietnamese. Laotians and Indo-Chinese have fled their countries. Theirs is the

Melissa Chipp

most pressing situation because their numbers are too great for neighbouring countries to handle, resulting in a sick, wandering group of homeless people fleeing repression. The major destinations of the boat people are Thailand, Indonesia, Malaysia and Hong Kong but their own massive populations make the prospect of more oncoming victims not feasible. Last year Thailand had to repatriate forty-two

Maria Ciancarelli

Elizabeth Coon

Paula Cosgriff

Michelle Cunningham

Gayle Bannon

Cathy Canestra

Sarie Chancellor

Anna Bowes

thousand Cambodians from its borders IO face danger and

possible death. In Hong Kong, the boat people sit day after day by the thousands in ugly waterfront warehouses. At night entire families huddle together on straw mats strewn across the concrete floor. trying to catch whatever sleep they can. The Vietnamese refugees are leaving their homeland at a rate cf sixty-five thousand a month. The Vietnamese

government, it seems, is determined to eradicate the one million Chinese in the population. It presents a choice of either leaving the country which then means that the Vietnamese is charged two thousand dollars for the priviledge of leaving and is required to say, "I am happy to give my property to the Vietnamese Government'.' Or he can move to a "new economic zone'.' A nice term for a rural

labour camp where there is only a fifty per cent chance of survival on ravaged land under the supervision of government officers. The most hopeful of the two evils is to board an unseaworthy vessel and float aimlessly on the open ocean. Here they either drown. starve. die of disease or are raped or killed by pirates. On a ten day crossing of the Gulf of

Kathy Garretty

Thailand. a group of refugees were repeatedly raped and robbed. One Vietnamese girl spent her first days ashore hysterically screaming. On their arrival in Malaysia a boat of

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Johanna Dale

Shaaron Dalton

Julie Denison

Katherine Fagan

Amanda Gilligan

Sally-Ann Grinblat

Philippa Grogan

Victoria Hayes

Vietnamese pleaded as they were towed back out to sea, "Save us! Save us! One boat was listing badly. supplies of food and water were exhausted.

The boat peoples' camps are scattered throughout SouthEast Asia and are sprawling makeshift locations or barbed wire enclosures. On the island of Bidong, Malaysia's largest camp, 45,000 refugees live under animalistic conditions on

thirty acres. A French doctor who was attending the refugees said, "On this island loday beats the heart of our sick world'.'

This is not an overnight problem. years have gone by and the situation has not changed. Perb.aps it is because we don't know about it or don't want :o be involved in its

change. But can you imagine how these people have been repressed, degraded and betrayed? They are not something less than human and we. as other human beings, should try to relieve their burden. The most obvious solution is for the

countries who have already taken significant numbers - the United States, France and Canada to increase their quotas.

Japan and China have already been persuaded to adjust Sue Kiernan

Margaret Mary Martin

theirs. But being the closest, avai!abie candidate, Australia should definitely raise its refugee intake. We have been called the "Lucky Country" because of our individual rights and our abundance of material goods. Now let us share these with others who have not yet had fair play.

Kate McKinna

Elizabeth Ley

Claire Langlands

Viviane Harangozo

Angela Kelly

Tania Kenna

Elissa Kelly

Our decreasing population growth has shown that we can do this. by causing a crisis in public finances due to an oversurplus of social facilities and an under-utilization of these. The closing of hospitals, schools and the cessation of new bulding is causing career disruptions, reducing client services and imposing costs. To counteract the population freeze immigration must be increased and present projections show that if we raise our immigration intake to 50,000 per annum, Australia will grow to be less than 18 million by the year 2000. Let the South-East Asian boat people be our 50.000 a year intake. They have proven themselves by showing that they are prepared to risk their lives to escape the spoliation of a despotic government to achieve freedom. With this courage and enterprise they have shown that they are willing to and can make a go of a new life - if given the chance. They need us desperately and we need them. Don't let their future be a polluted stretch of sand on an alien already overcrowded beach to drop anchor. Let their life line be a golden and much happier land. Let it be Ausfralia.

Kate Mulcahy Ann-Maree Comerford - H.S.C.

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Georgina Mighell

Christina Monaghan

Karen Mountain

Patricia Mortensen

Flora Panteli

Julia O'Shaughnessy

Siobhan O'Shaughnessy

Jacqueline Olschyna

Starry Starry Night by Vincent Van Gogh Lines appear and disappear again behind the stagnant cypress. The swirling motion of the lines and the brilliant blues and yellows create a scene of mysterious quality. The glow created by violent swirls of thick citrus yellow paint are engulfed by the swift strokes of blues encircling the glowing moon. This,

like a whirlpool causes the unending action created by the moving sky. A faint glow appears over the horizon and rises above towering hills. An

outline of a village looms out of the darkness and reveals a cluster of houses, a contrast to the liveliness of the surrounding nature. Life unfolds in the village as houses are formed out of bright, speckled dabs of orange colour with undulating hills looming over them. To the left of the painting wisps of smoke waft into the sky to be

swallowed up by fiery beauty as waves of clouds viciously shroud the cypress. While it reflects the brilliance of the illuminating stars it is silhouetted against the background of fervent lines. Reaching upwards like flames the cypress creates a vertical barrier to the upward rush of sky. A church steeple cuts across the sweep of a hill on the horizon bringing an abrupt halt to the plunging curve of the earth. Furious lines swirl, managing to cover every inch of the painting with no evident beginning or

Terry Smith

end. Like a swollen river or a galaxy the sky twists and turns !ike spiralling waves. They hurtle forward, curl back, surging forward again at a reduced rate. The rythmic motion is caused by abundant lines, contours and colour. All intricately entwined to become a captivating painting. by Tricia Mortensen

Anna Steiner

Laurinda Stronach

Feiicity Taylor

Susan Thornton

Kristina Parkes

Hermi Rabl

Maria Roche

Fiona Slattery

Religion - Year 12 Form 6, or Year 12 as it has come to be known, is, to the

relief of most students, the final year of school. It is a year of preparation for further education, as well as providing a

basis for future life. It is the latter which this year's religious education program for Year 12 has hoped to achieve. To this end, several programs were organised for students. Early in first term, a series of lectures and discussions based on marriage and Christian sexuality provided scope

for learning about Church artitudes and also gave students a chance to work ideas out for themselves. First term was also

a time for an Easter liturgy and a Year 12 camp at Mt. Macedon. Emphasis on both these occasions was on forgiveness and iiving for others. Second term saw a series of lectures on Social Aware-

ness. These stimulated much interest in the form, including fund-raising for a School for the Disabled. Discussions included visitors from such varied fields as Task Force,

Osanam House, the Catholic Family Welfare Bureau and a

girl from the Dame Mary Herring Spastic Centre, Joanne Van Den Eynden. These lectures were followed by a series

Anna Wilkinson

on Church History to give students insight into the background of their religion. Since second term was the last term of scheduled classes. the course finished with a final liturgy, followed by some celebrations!

by Vicki Hayes

Maurizia Ubaldi

Gillian Vella

Karen Wallis

Jacinta Waters

Kathryn Williams

Camille Wood

Caroline Woodley

The White Lion That Knew

It was confirmed. I was to be married on the twenty-fourth

of April with all the trappings of a deeply religious wedding. I

Composure returned to me along with a kind of numb sensation right through my arms and legs. Maybe the twenty

had committed myself to domestication with a wife

five aspros had done their job after all...

described to me by my future mother-in-law as 'worthy of

after many fruitless yet hair-raising attempts, he had finally

Presently I was directed to another massive room that seemed to belong to the African Native Animal Museum (if such a place existed), for this room appeared to contain every variety of crocodile. tiger, elephant and zebra in the form cf rugs, couches. rifle stands and light fittings, in the whole of Africa. Approaching footsteps forewarned me of my host's arrival and I tried to transform myself into one of the many stuffed tigers lying about disguised as rugs, but without success. He entered the room, complete in a safari

captured and brought back to England, was slightly on the

suit and jungle boots. I half expected to see a tribe of

crazed side and trusted no-one save his white lion, which

headhunters close behind him, but he immediately dispelled

unfortunately for him it seemed. was rather dead. I wondered aloud to my charming fiancee how anyone could

such as the condemned prisoner might have been asked if

trust a lion, let alone one that was dead?

he had any last requests.

the noblest of princes', at the tender age of twenty-two. The only detail that remained. (which appeared to me to be the only major obstruction to eternal biiss) was the meeting with and receiving of approval from mv fiancee's stepfather.

From all reports this stepfather, considerably respected and admired for his dangerous treks into the depths of darkest Africa in search of the only living albino lion which,

all thought by uttering the words. "Do you see my lion f

"Oh, silly! she replied in her usual nerve grating whine

The white lion who was dead, but knew. I surveyed the

that I would come to love so much, "Just because he isn't

room and my eyes were drawn to the far wall. A

breathing that doesn't mean that he doesn't know'.'

supercilious lion, completely white except for his green

I decided to question her no further on the matter as she had such a sweet way of confusing even the simplest of

eyes, met my gaze evenly and, it seemed, not without contempt. I was mesmerized by the sheer depth of those

issues, but the impending visit was the cause of many

eyes that stripped me right down to my very core, and

sleepless nights after that.

silently studied my now defenceless mind. I could neither

The appointed day drew terrifyingly closer and closer, until one morning I awoke with as much a sense of doom as

turn away nor resist but stood passively during the silent scrutiny. Finally. I saw in the lion's eye a strange

a condemned prisoner might feel on the dawn of his

peacefullness and then I knew that it had searched and had

appointed execution. No amount of soap would rub the

found and was satisfied.

marks of fear from my face, and no amount of aspros would

I turned my attention back to my host and was filled with a

numb my panic-stricken mind, and all too soon I arrived at

new confidence, my fiancee was right - the lion did know.

the appointed doorstep in a state of near hysteria.

It was then that he offered me a warm and relieved smile,

1 managed to compose myself for a few moments whilst :

and I smiled too because I knew that he knew that the lion

was ushered into a large room to await the arrival of my host, by a rather elderly maid in a wheelchair. But after she

was satisfied, and we fell to talking about the wedding and other equally exciting things, like long-lost brothers.

had rolled out of the room I made a grab at the mantelpiece

Kathy Garretty - Year 12

to keep from running back out the way I had come.

THE MANIPULATION

The platform at the railway station was crowded. People were packed in. like netted prawns. There was a continuous hum as people discussed the day's work with their office mates. The coin-in-the slot coffee machines monotonously dropped thin plastic cups. and the paper boys were loudly

Again the voice boomed out, commanding attention and receiving it,

"Train on Platform 7 leaving in 2 minutes for Kensington'.' The anxious hush which had settled on the crowd was

broken by the mad rush of the new set of 'place winners

making their presence known. Suddenly, the voice

Once boarded, they grinned benignly at those still on the

boomed! People ceased talking: coffee cups stopped en route to their owners mouths, newspapers were laid aside and the paper boys ceased their raucous yelling. The crowd

platform.

listened expectantly.

"Train on Platform 2 stopping all stations to Oodnadatta'.' The groans of disappointment, sighs of dismay and looks of despair of those not chosen weighed heavily in the dank

evening air. While the looks of pleasure on the faces of the nightly 'train raffle' winners could hardly be restrained, as they pushed their way through the pneumatic doors. Once inside the carriage, they sat with smug looks, gazing through the grimy windows at their less fortunate travelling

The thinned crowd looked disconcerted at being left behind once again. They knew their time would come, and their train would arrive; but everything depended on the instructions of the booming voice.

The paper boys were becoming fewer in number, and only one coffee machine was doing any business. The voice boomed for a final time: its stentorian tones announcing the

arrival of the last train. Gratefully the people obeyed the voice and boarded, glad to escape from the unseen manipulator.

In the control room. a man stepped doWn from the

colleagues.

microphone. and sighed.

The train pulled out. The former activities of the crowd resumed. The paper boys once again yelled their hackneyed headlines, and the queues at the coffee machine built up.

feet 2 inches of him trundled up the deserted platform,

"I wish I really sounded like that". he squealed, as all 4 home to his nagging wife. Jacinta Waters

A Torrent of Words

Conversation as a turgid stream swirls and eddies round and over me.

Ideas brush past insignificantly -

honed and polished pieces of driftwood

shaped by endless encounters

with other fragments of flotsam impelled by an aimless current: mere abstract sounds pour forth

contradictory, discouraging, unsought: Miss Mary Holmes

Mrs. Suzanne Smale

an uncomprehended confusion, frenzied torrents of turbid water.

1 have no voice to cry or shriek:

that mind once firm and questioning is swept away - a pebble in flood tide. The rippling trickle of clear icy water high on a mountain - free, not bound by volume or a river bed, is music

to a restless gipsy mind which wanders unconfined, expanded and dissolved;

liberated yet not free to understand: undisciplined, lost in a mystic land. Wendy Beresford-Manning

Mrs. Anne Hunt

SPORT I was both honoured and excited to be chosen to hold the

position of School Sports Captain for 1981. The students

have once again maintained a high standard in their sporting abilities this year. First term commenced with Ward taking out the Inter-

House Swimming for the second successive year. This term was busy with students participating in Swimming, Athletics, Tennis and Softball. At the end of the term Mornane

narrowly won the Inter-House Athletics. Winter sports in second term involved hockey, netball and volley-ball. But basketball and fencing were enjoyed al] year round. Third term examinations looming, Ugh! But we keep fit and our spirits up with Athletics, Swimming, Softball and Tennis. All teams and individuals participating this year may not have won but at least they have contributed to the overall

Mrs. Patricia Schaefer

Miss Kate Coady

success and enjoyment of the fixtures: participation being the all important aspect. i hope eilthusiasm for sport continues and that new sports

will be introduced and accepted within the school. My year has been challenging and enjoyable and my thanks go to all the students involved and especially to the Physical Education Staff for their generosity and co-operation. It is my fervent hope that sport will flourish and continue to contribute greatly at Mandeville.

Anna McGoldrick - Sports Captain of the School Mrs. Pamela Allan

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K. Wallis.

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SENIOR TIALL

In Term 2 the Under 13 Netball learn won the shield with a no loss season.

Helen Hebel (G.K.). Louise Doran (G.D.), Geraldine

O'Sullivan (W.D.). Tanya Branton (C.), Narelle Greenfield (W.A.). Emma Hart CGA.), Goal Shooter Sarah Tidey, with a few interchanges here and there.

We played Mentone. Firbank. Cato. Shelford and St. Michael's.

The first game was not a good start, but we managed io win. The rest of the games were much more organized.

1 thought our team had skilful, sporting players. 1 enjoyed myself and so did everyone else. I hope we all can keep up the Loreto reputation. I'd also like to thank Miss Coady for being our coach. Helen Hebel - Captain

Our under 15 tennis team had a very successful season. winning the Inter School tournament. I would like to thank the girls for their team spirit and enthusiasm which enabled

us to win every match we played and to Mrs. Schaefer for her continued encouragement and support. Shanta De Soysa - Captain

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1981 has been the year for participation in interhouse activities with awards being shared among all houses. For Ward House, 1981 was an exciting year winning both the swimming shield in Term 1 and also taking first place in House Hockey in second term. Mornane House under the guidance of Jaqui Rigby took first place in the Interhouse

Recreational Activities

Athletics and Mulhall House and Anna Bowes also received

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their share of glory. In first term they were awarded The Spirit Award and in second term Mulhall House took first place in the Choir and Arts Festival. Barry House has contributed to the overall success of house activities. being

Recreational Activities or (Rec-Ac) as it is commonly referred to is an extention of the regular activities participated in during phys-ed. It is a program offered every second Friday afternoon to the Year 11 students. It provides an opportunity of introduction to sports in which students may particiExamples of these sports are: golf, archery, rowing, badminton and table-tennis, self-defence, basketball, jazz ballet and fitness courses. Some of these activities take place at school, in which instance a teacher or teachers come to

runners up to both the swimming and in June, the Arts

school to acquaint us with the sport. But often we must go

Festival.

elsewhere where a wider range of facilities can be made

With the introduction of House Hockey. Tennis, Netball, Softbal! and Basketball. there has been a greater

availabte to us.

participation in the house activities and we would like to

It's lots of fun and keeps us all fit which is important as it reminds us "A healthy body means a healthy mind!" "Mens

thank the students

sana in corpore sana"

Congratulations to the Sports Department - Mrs. Schaefer. Mrs. Allan, Mrs. Witnev. Miss Coadv and Cath Downey - as we could not have achieved anything without your support and guidance. Caroline Woodlev - Ward House

This year has been a successful one for Fencing. Many hills conquered and many tasks completed. The salle was extended, then painted, cupboards were installed and pictures were hung up. And for an added advantage a strip was laid down. Most of the other little odd jobs were also completed. The school was very fortunate to purchase electrical equipment. Foils, body wires. jackets and an electric box were purchased and I'm sure in the near future these will be used a great deal. It was good to see some of the younger girls take an avid interest in the sport. I would

like to thank Mr. O'Brien, Mrs. Schaefer and the late Jack

Schaefer for all the effort they put towards making this year a successful one. I hope next year to be just as successful. Erin Magee (Captain)

T This year the under 13 tennis team is looking very strong. Mrs. Schaefer and the team have every hope of winning the

tennis Independent School Shield. Before our Inter-School matches commence we are playing two practice matches against St. Catherine's and Sacre Coeur. With such tennis enthusiasm at Under 13 level it promises well for the future. Melissa Rice - Captain

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CREDITS

Virginia Borghesi

Gabriella Orsini

Pauline Haas

Madeleine Fogarty

Louise Whelan

Caroline O'Shea

Nicola Morris

Julia Barham

Meita Soekotjo

Photography and overall Design - Mr. Peter Crowe Layout - Mrs. Elizabeth Crowe Front Cover Photograph - Terrie Hamilton Smith Special Assistance - Miss Wendy Manning Sincere thanks to all contributors. and in particular to the English Department for all their help with proof reading.

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