THE PETERITE Vol. I,
MAY; 1958
No. 348
EDITORIAL All Englishmen talk of the weather and we could say much. This term has been punctuated by snowfalls and the climate has called for snowballs rather than hockey balls and skis rather than spikes. Sport has indeed suffered badly as readers of this magazine will discover later. The School returned to find Mr. Howat firmly in charge of School House, and a new Boat House well on the way to completion for his more watery activities. This attractive building also acts as a pavilion for the Wightman Field and the changing rooms, storage space and wash basins it houses are a most useful addition to riverside activities, be it with ball or oar. This is not the only work in progress, however, for new paths and walls were to be seen growing through the snow round St. Olave's. Readers can see photographs of these improvements to the School in this issue, which also contains reference to the recently completed hard tennis courts. Changes were not limited to buildings, however. Mr. Hall was away for the whole term after a serious operation, though we were soon to learn that he was making a fine recovery. He was replaced temporarily by Mr. Williams who, for some weeks, daily braved the snows between Malton and York to teach us. We said goodbye to Mr. Wallbank whose admonishing glare still lingers, with wholesome results, in the mind of the would-be trespasser on the square. We said goodbye to two bachelors at the end of the term, though the grief of our farewells was tempered with glee at the thought that they would return married. We welcome Mrs. Jeffs and Mrs. Mair to St. Peter's. Lastly we welcome a new groundsman and a new cricket coach : may they uphold the tradition of the Charles Wallbank—Benny Wilson period. Indoors the term has gone well, with societies thriving (indeed a Junior Debating Society is developing), the T.V. set gradually widening its range of adherents, and the Trial Examinations passing without remarkable incident. It is the snow that lingers, like those white patches that were still to be seen on the moors in late April, in the memory; and we turn with relief to the brighter prospects of summer. As we go to press, we hear with great regret that Mr. Burgess is sick and we send our most cordial good wishes for his recovery. 1
