Columba_1985

Calumba 1985

COLLEGE PRAYER

Almighty Father, we offer to you the life of this College. Make it like a field which you have blessed, so that all that is good and worthy of praise may grow and flourish here. Guide and direct the Principal and members of the staff in all their activities in the service of those who learn. Help students to use wisely the gifts you have given them, and to remember that to respect and honour you is the beginning of all wisdom. May parents and friends of the College make their contribution by taking up in loving concern the opportunities of service that come to them, and by the quality of life of their homes. Help us all to build a fellowship of people in which love, care and respect prevail, so that together we may grow in knowledge and understanding, and in faith in you. We ask these things in Jesus' Name. Amen.

ALL SAINTS' COLLEGE

Bull Creek, Western Australia

Calumba

NUMBER 5, 1985

PRODUCTION

Editor: Emma Geary.

Assistant Editor: Damien Gare.

ALLSAINTS'COLLEGE

VISITOR

The Most Rev'd. P.F. Carnley, Th.L., B.A., Ph.D.

BOARD OF MANAGEMENT Chairman Mr J.F. Howson, G.B.E. Vice Chairman Mr T.W. McAuliffe, LL.B. Secretary /Treasurer Mrs J.E. Young Assistant Secretary Mrs V.M. Payne, A.I.P.S. Principal (ex officio) Bursar (ex officio) Members Mrs S.e. Downs Mrs J.G. Geary, S.R.N., S.e.M. Dr I.M. Gibson, B.Sc.(Hons.), Ph.D., M.l. BioI. Mr A.J. Good, B.Com., A.e.A. Rev'd R.F. Hanson, Th.Dip.A.C.T., Th.e. Ven. A.B. McGowan, Th.L., Dip.R.Ed. Mr B.D. Mickle, F.R.E.I., F.AJ.V., M.D.A. Mr D.N. Robins, T.e.

PARENTS' AND FRIENDS' SOCIETY Patron: The Hon. B.J. MacKinnon, M.L.A. Vice Patron: Mr J.H. Kenworthy President: Dr I.J. Fairnie Vice Presidents: Mr R.W. Lawrence, Dr M.C. Tiller Treasurer: Mr D.e. Hagan Secretary: Mrs H.A. Wright Asst. Secretary: e.L. Connors Members: Mrs S.C. Downs, Mrs A.J. Greville, Mrs J.G. Geary, Mr W.D. Hawley, Mr W.T. King, Mrs P.M. Wright, Mr e. W. Robartson Hon Auditor: Mr G. Hubbard F.I.S.P.A.: Mrs P.A. Lawrence Canteen Manageress: Mrs A.J. Hagan Uniform Store Manageress: Mrs D.L. Bentley

CHAIRMAN'S FOREWORD

This issue of Columba records many of the achievements of All Saints' College through the efforts of its staff, students, parents and friends during 1985.

Of particular historical interest is the record of the first graduates of the College, many of whom were foundation students who have completed five years at the College, contributing to and being a part of its growth from 126 students in 1981 to 600 students in 1985. On behalf of the Board of Management, I extend to the graduates every good wish for success in the years ahead as they go out as ambassadors for the College.

Having completed six years as Chairman of the Board I sympathise with the feelings of the

graduates and, as I hope the graduates do, look forward to a continuing but less direct relationship with the College.

I also extend my appreciation and best wishes to those staff members who are leaving the College, and in particular to the Revd. Canon Ken Mclntyre who will retire from his duties as Chaplain in 1985 and as Rector in 1986.

Once again I am indebted to my fellow Board members for their support during the year and I wish them and all who are associated with the College a successful 1987.

J.F. Howson, a.B.E. Chairman of the Board of Management

COLLEGE CREST AND MOTTO

The College Crest was designed by Mr Graeme Quartly (Director of the Design and Display Department of the Anglican Department of Communication). et is a particularly pleasing design and is one which incorporates a number of symbols which are representative of the College's commitment to the intellectual, spiritual and moral development of its students.

The Symbols and Their Meaning

The Dove is the traditional symbol of the Holy Spirit and is used to remind us of God's power and presence in all things.

The Book is a symbol of academic learning.

The Cross is used to emphasise our Christian heritage.

The Bishop's Mitre, at the head of the crest, is symbolic of the authority of the Church.

The Motto

The College Motto, "God gives the will and the power to achieve", was suggested by the Revd. Canon R. W. Edwards (Editor of the Anglican Messenger) and is derived from Philippians 2: 13. It, as does the crest, emphasises the importance of God in our lives and the need to base our achievements upon the firm foundation provided by Christianity.

"Columba", the name of All Saints' College magazine, is the Latin word for dove. It is significant because it is the symbol of the Holy Spirit, a messenger of peace. It has been chosen as the title of our magazine because we seek through its message to promote peace and understanding.

1985 has seen, for the first time in the life of the College, a full complement of secondary school students. The addition of the final year has had a considerable effect on the College. The Student Council has assumed its role of leadership in the College, developing on the past successes of the Student Councils of former years. However, the final year cannot take all the credit for the College. It has been evident to me that among my fellow students there has been a greater sense of unity, a greater sense of pride in the College. This atmosphere has been present in years gone by but it has not been until this year that it has really struck me as being something extraordinarily unique to our College. 1985 has seen achievement and development among the individuals of the College as well as corporately.

EDITORIAL

as it is to watch. We have all been impressed with the successes of the College's Rugby teams this year. Whether it has been the girl's netbal1 team, the inter-school debating or one of the College's three choirs, one can't help admiring how well the members of the College are harmoniously working together.

The production of Columba is testimony to the unity within the College. The magazine has required that students from different years have had to work together and this has been most pleasing to see. I've been impressed how each student has contributed according to their ability and the amount of time that they could spare - it has made our job much easier.

This achievement, development and sense of unity has been evident in many of the College's activities. The Interhouse Eisteddfod was a new direction for the College. It facilitated competition between the Houses on a cultural level and provided a new dimension to our inter-house competition. Perhaps more importantly though it allowed most of us to have a "shot" at trying to hold down a part in a choir or rhumba with some lanky Year 10 in a house dance. Similarly the College Production of "Half a Sixpence" was a great success. The Production is always a highlight of the year. It allows students of different years and staff to work together to produce a show that is as much fun to produce

As I look back over my five years at the College I feel very proud of being associated with it. It has changed from being mostly sand to a cluster of nice, functional buildings set amid green lawns and landscaped gardens. My time with my felIow students has been one of the many "plusses" of my time at the ColIege. It has been a pleasure to know and work with everybody.

As I look to the future, new careers and new horizons, its humbling just to look back. Whatever happens I always hold this pride that I have. Thank you to everybody that has helped with the Columba of 1985 and to all that have made mv time at AII Saints' College so enjoyable. Emma Geary, £dirnr

1985

ACADEMIC STAFF

Principal

Dr N.E. Speed, T.e., Dip.P.E., B.Ed., Dip.Ed.Admin., M.Ed., Ph.D., F.A.e.E., F.l.E.A.

Chaplain

Canon K. Melntyre, B.Ee., Dip.Ed., Th.L. Deputy Principal

Mr J.M. Bednall, B.A., Dip.Ed., M.A.e.E., M.LE.A. Dean of Studies

Mrs M.A. Knox, M.Se. Heads of Departments

Mr B.G. Groves, T.H.e., B.App.Se.(Maths) Mrs L.M. Kirke, B.Se., Dip.Ed., A.Mus.A., Grad.Dip.Se.Ed.

Mr K.F. Maughan, T.H.C., B.A., Dip.Ed. Mr T. Ringer, D.Phys.Ed., Dip.Ed.(U.e.W.) Mr M.l. Stapleton, B.Com., Dip.Ed. Mrs J.E. Williams, B.A., Dip.Ed.

Full Time

Mrs K. Askins, Dip.T., B.Ed.

Mr S.F. Balding, Dip.T., B.Ed., T.H.e., e. of M.E.

Mr W.R. Bradshaw, T.H.e., B.Se. Miss LM. Brandenburg, B.Se., Grad.Dip.Ed. Miss G.K. Cleghorn, Dip.T., B.Ed.; Mr P.A. Crane, Dip.T., B.Ed.

Mr D.G. Davies, B.A., B.Ed.(Hons.); Mr S.E. Dierks, B.App.Se., B.Ed.

Mr R.M. Glasheen, Cert. of P.A., B.A., B.Ed., M.C.E.S.

Mr B.T. Hanson, T.e., B.A.; Miss M.B. Healy, B.A., Dip.Ed. Mr V.W. Heinriehs. T.e.; Mr J.A. Kural, B.Ed., A.T.C.L. Mr G.R. Lewis, Appl.Phys.Cert., Dip.T., B.Ed.

Mr J.H. Liekfold, B.P.Ed., Dip.Ed.

Mrs L. Maio, B.A., Dip.Ed.; Mrs M.M. Miller, B.Se.

Mrs S. Parker, C.E., Dip.T., C&G(Dress), B.Ed., M.H.E.A.A.

Mrs J.M. Pendlebury, Dip.T.; Mrs J.B. Preseott, T.C., Dip.T., B.Ed. Mr A.N. Radieh, B.A.; Mr D.G. Taylor, B.A., B.Ed.; Mrs V.J. Yurisieh, Dip.T.

Part Time

Mrs M.P. Bradshaw, T.C.; Mr E. Conigliaro, D.di M.D.A., D.di M.A.

Mrs D.A. Coombs, B.Se., Dip.Ed.; Mrs S.L. Grant, B.A., Dip.Ed.

Mrs A.J. Greville, Ass.Nutr., Dip.Diet., Grad.Dip.Ed.

Mrs R.M. Mareos, B.A.; Mr N. Milne, M.A., B.D., Dip.Ed., M.A.e.E., M.l.E.A.

Mrs M.N. Prosser, Assoc. in Art Teaching, T.C., B.Ed.

Dr P.G. Simpson, M.Sc., Ph.D.; Mrs R.D. van Dongen, B.Se., Dip.Ed.

Laboratory Assistants

Mr e. Babitz; Mrs B.J. Brajcich, Cert.Lab.Prac.(Biol.)

Assistant Librarian

Mrs J .A. Riley, B.A., Grad.Dip.Lib.Stud., A.L.A.A.

Library Aides

Mrs D. Lebbon; Mrs M.E. Beechen

Visiting Tutors

Mr J. Bonini, B.Ed.; Miss K.A. Henderson, B.App.Se., Dip.Diet., Ass.Dip.(Music) Miss C.F. Kirwan; Major l. Palmer; Mr A.R. Raymond

ACADEMIC STAFF - 1985

Front Row, left to right: K.F. Maughan, G.B. Groves, Mrs L.M. Kirke, N.E. Speed, J.M. Bednall, K. McIntyre, Mrs M.A. Knox, Mrs J.E. Williams. Second Row, left to right: Mrs D.A. Coombs, Mrs M.M. Miller, J.A. Karel, S.E. Dierks, S.F. Balding, R.M. Glasheen, P.A. Crane, J.H. Lickfold, Mrs M.N. Prosser, N. Milne.

Third Row, left to right: Mrs K. Askins, Mrs M.P. Bradshaw, Mrs R.M. Marcos, Mrs R.D. van Dongen, Miss M.B. Healy, D.G. Davies, Mrs J.M. Pendlebury, Mrs S. Parker, Mrs L. Maio. Fourth Row, left to right: T. Ringer, Miss J.M. Brandenburg, Mrs J.B. Prescott, B.T. Hansen, Miss G.K. C1eghorn, Mrs V.J. Yurisich, E. Conigliaro, Mrs A.J. Greville. Back Row, left to right: V.W. Heinrichs, P.G. Simpson, M.J. Stapleton, W.R. Bradshaw, A.N. Radich, D.G. Taylor, G.R. Lewis.

STUDENT

COUNCIL EXECUTIVE

Back Row, left la right: Simon Stone, Mark van Brakel, Donald Cummins, Sonia Reed Front Row, left to right: Ellen Hickman, Dr N.E. Speed, Scott Ritchie (College captain), Emma Geary

We are about to enter our second stage of development, a stage which will be characterised by consolidation and refinement. In fact the process has already begun with the proposed institution in 1986 of a computer based reporting and recording system, a faculty based campus organisation and curriculum strategies which will encourage the pursuit of excellence.

THE PRINCIPAL'S ANNUAL REPORT

It is my opinion that the next five years will be even more crucial than our first five years in that it will be a period in which we will need to firmly establish our educational credibility through the continuing high standards of performance of our students in a variety of educational spheres, as well as through the establishment of a strong pastoral care system. The challenges during this period will be great, not just because of the College's internal needs but also because of the demands placed on it to cope with an evolving educational system which is attempting to focus attention upon the needs of individual students in a rapidly changing society.

Achievements: The standard of student achievement at All Saints' College continues to be at a high level with many individuals achieving excellent results in both curricular and extra curricular activities. All sixty-three of our Year 12 students successfully completed their graduation requirements and it is my pleasure to congratulate them upon receiving their Graduation Diplomas and to wish them well in attaining the necessary T .A.E. aggregates to enable them to realise their aspirations. It is also my pleasure to congratulate those students who have received prizes and awards in recognition of their achievements, but it would be remiss of me not to thank the many other students who have made an effort to do their best. It would also be remiss of me not to acknowledge and thank those students who are co-operative, agreeable and courteous in their behaviour. Some may not be our best academic or sporting identities but their constant support of the values of the College is greatly appreciated by staff and other students.

Curriculum: The curriculum of the College provides a diverse array of subjects in order to cater for the various abilities, needs and interests of students. At the lower secondary level approximately 20 options are offered in addition to the required subjects in each year, and at the upper secondary level approximately 38 subjects have been selected for study by the students. However, not only have we increased the diversity of the subjects offered, we have also had to deal with significant changes in the content of those subjects as well as the method of assessment and the related reporting and recording procedures. For example, the change from a normative based assessment to a criterion referenced system has resulted in students being given, before teaching begins, a clear statement of aims, objectives, content and assessment procedures. This change has involved a great deal of work and careful deliberation by the staff, but I am convinced that this will be to the ultimate benefit of the students.

A major development in the College's programme this year has been the insertion of two periods each week to be used for Clubs and Societies. These activities have been entirely voluntary and the demand for membership of them has been very high.

Religious Education: In my previous reports I have outlined the various activities that have gone on in the fields of worship, Religious Education and the work of the Chaplain, and these activities have continued.

During the year a number of parents were trained to be facilitators in the Human Relations programme and this has proven to be a most successful innovation.

There is no doubt that 1985 will be remembered as a very special year in that for the first time we have a complete secondary level, and as a complement to this there were a number of associated" firsts" including the Graduation Ball, the Graduation Dinner, an Art/Craft Exhibition and an All Saints' Day Service at the College. These were all most successful and they gave the entire College community a feeling of pride in their accomplishments and a sense of togetherness. The Year 12 students deserve particular commendation for their leadership and invovlement in these activities.

I should also say that in 1986 a further change will be made in The Human Relations programme in that most of the teaching will be done by the Chaplain, the Religious Education specialist, the Principal and the Director of Music, so virtually eliminating the need to use Form Teachers as in the past. It is hoped this will result in greater continuity and hence effectiveness in the ongoing programme of Religious Education.

Another notable feature this year was the All Saints' Day Service held in the Performing Arts Centre on I November. Our visitor was the Rt Rev'd Bishop Michael Challen, and the two school choirs presented a number of items that enhanced the whole spirit of worship. I thank all who contributed to the celebration ofthat special day in the life of the College.

With the resignation of Canon Ken Mclntyre at the end of this year, I am delighted to report

that a new Chaplain has been appointed. He is the Rev'd Dean Griffiths now working as a priest at Wyndham in the Diocese of the North West. He has been a part-time Chaplain at Kelmscott Senior High School where he achieved a great deal in establishing good relationships with young people and in ministering to them. We look forward to his contribution to the life of the College in the years ahead.

I also wish to express the hope that the good relationship developed between the College and the local Anglican Parish will continue. Certainly it is expected that the Parish will continue to use the facilities at the College for their worship and Christian Education programme and I assure them of our support wherever possible.

advisers, have also worked very hard to provide valuable services to the students. Scott Ritchie, the first College Captain, in particular is to be commended for his sensitive and diplomatic leadership during his term of office; but all members of the Executive Committee can feel justifiably proud of the work they did during a very busy year.

Congratulations to those Year 11 students who have been elected to the Executive Committee of the Student Council for 1986. They are: Bruce Lee (College Captain), Sarah Bee, Rebecca Gulvin, Elizabeth Male, Jolie May, lan Osborne, Nicole Pihu, Sonya Tassell, and Scott Watters. They are a very strong group of students and I am sure that they will represent the students and the College well during the year ahead.

Extra Curricular, Interhouse and Interschool Activities: The students at the College have maintained an enthusiastic involvement in a large range of extra curricular activities as well as Interhouse, Interschool and community based activities.

In the Interhouse competition three major sporting activities, Swimming, Cross Country and Athletics, were keenly contested, and it is my pleasure to congratulate Forrest House on winning the overall competition for 1985.

The Interschool programme included ten activities and this year our membership of the Associated Catholic Colleges Sporting Organisation enabled us to compete in their Interschool Cross-Country competition and the Interschool "B" Division Athletics Carnival.

We also participated in a number of other Interschool activities with other independent and government schools, and these included junior and senior Debating, Chess, Choral, Band, as well as a variety of sports.

The College also continues to enter teams in local community based competitions and this has involved Netball, Basketball, Rugby, Water Polo and Rowing.

This year saw the production of our third musical, "Half A Sixpence", in the Performing Arts Centre, with audience attendances for the three nights being over fifteen hundred people. The production was most successful and was a tribute to the cast and to the Producer, Mr Keith Maughan, who was ably assisted by Mr John Kural, Mrs Prescott, Mrs Kirke and many other staff too numerous to mention.

Student Council: The Student Council has had yet another very busy year and has involved itself in a number of significant projects not the least of which were, revision of the Student Council Constitution, the drafting of a Former Student Association Constitution and the Graduation Ball. The sub committees, including their staff

Staff: The staff of the College, both teaching and non teaching, have once again given excellent service and we should be grateful to them for their dedication and commitment to the achievement of high standards.

The current staff will be joined in 1986 by Mr Jeffrey Cahill (Science), Mr Francis Ch an (Science), Mrs Jill Durey (English Literature), Rev'd Dean Griffiths (Chaplain), Mr Douglas Lievense (Science), Mrs Gillian Luha (Computer Studies), Mr Philip Phillips (Science), Mr Kent Pitman (Primary), Mr Gerard Schirinzi (Industrial Arts), Mrs Patricia Tyrrell (Mathematics) and Mr David Southwell (Director of Music).

A number of the current staff are leaving the College at the end of the year in order to take up other appointments and I wish them well in their new situations and offer my sincere appreciation of their efforts during the time that they have been associated with All Saints'.

Enrolment: The enrolment at the College in 1986 will be approximately 700 students in Years 5 to 12, and this expansion has been made possible by the building of a Primary Department which will consist of four classrooms, a staff area, staff and student toilet facilities, two wet areas and a withdrawal room. I look forward to having younger students at the school and trust that the older students will assist in making them feel welcome.

Parents' and Friends': The Parents' and Friends' Society continues to make significant contributions to the development of the College primarily through the involvement of many parents in various school based activities. Over 30 parents have trained as facilitators during the year and a number of them are now assisting on a regular basis with some elements of the Human Relations as well as the Career Education programmes.

The number of parents attending the parent education evenings has decreased but this is to be expected when one considers that these have now been running for five years. Some topics are important enough to be repeated each year but an attempt will be made in 1986 to introduce additional topics which may have greater appeal as well as relevance to the educational programme. The "S.T.E.P. Teen" course conducted each term by Mrs Knox is still popular and will continue to be offered next year as will the "Parents as Facilitators" course.

I would like to pay a special tribute to Mrs Lyn Bentley who retires after four years of excellent service from the position of Manageress of the Uniform Store. Mrs Ruth McCracken has been appointed by the P & F Society to take over from Mrs Bentley and I welcome her into our midst.

am particularly appreciative of its support. A number of members will be retiring from the Board at the end of this year and I would like to say thank you to them on behalf of all parents and students of the College for their dedication and hard work. The retiring members are:

Mr Jack Howson, O.B.E. (Chairman)

Mrs Joyce Young (Secretary/Treasurer)

Mr Bryan Mickle (Anglican Schools' Trust)

Mr Noel Robins (F.S.A.)

Archdeacon Brian McGowan (Archbishop's Rep.)

Apart from the ongoing support by parents of the P & F Society Building Fund Appeal, the Society has made a number of very generous donations to the College during the year, and the Board is most grateful for its financial support. Board of Management: The Board of Mangement has continued to work hard for the welfare of the entire College community and I

Most of these members have served on the Board for six years and they deserve our thanks - particularly Jack Howson who has fulfilled the role of chairman most ably.

Finally, I wish to thank all those who are actively supporting the College. This support is primarily financial; but I am particularly appreciative of the support given by way of voluntary service and by way of the intangible support of those who speak well of us and who seek to uphold the basic principles upon which the college is founded.

STUDENT COUNCIL REPORT

The All Saints' College Student Council reached a milestone in its development this year, taking on its full complement of representatives. The natural expansion of the College has seen its first Year 12 Executive Committee and College Captain, a system which worked extremely well and will continue to do so in the years to come.

Dr N. Eric Speed, Principal

Amongst the Councils' normal role as a democratic forum for student opinion, it has played an important part in maintaining the school's commitment to the community outside that of the College. Both the Sports and Community Service Sub-committees have made mammoth contributions in this area.

The Sports Sub-committee was responsible for the Fun Run held late in Second Term. Through the Jesus People the College raised $5508.46, of which approximately $1800 is given to the school. The other two-thirds is presented to Telethon. The Community Service Sub-committee was able to organise three major fund-raising events. The 40 Hour Famine, usually known for its sleep-over, was lacking in this regard but still managed to raise almost $1500. The Walk Against Want was also supported by several students. Free Dress Day, a great excuse to wear casuals, raised a respectable $200 which was given to the Rice Bowl Appeal.

The Publications Sub-committee has worked extremely well this year, attempting a radical variation with the College newsletter, Palava, and the annual report of the College and its events in the form of the 1985 Columba magazine. In conjunction with the Graduation Dinner to be held on November 1, the committee has been preparing various mementos for the graduating year 12 students, including the Graduation Magazine; a collection of embarassing photos, witty pen-portraits and cheerful memories.

The Socials Sub-committee, along with the monetary assistance of the Finance Subcommittee, conducted some very successful term socials for each year, as well as the inaugural Graduation Ball. This was an outstanding success and congratulations must be extended to all those associated with its preparation.

Overall, the Council has taken a close look at uniform changes for the year to come, Student Council responsibilities and the spending of $10,000 raised by the 1984 College Fete. The P&F sought suggestions from the Council of which three were approved. A stereo system, musical instruments and a refrigerated water cooler were purchased for the school, from the amount raised.

SCOTT RITCHIE

The Executive Committee began to hand over the reins to an Interim Executive Committee in Third Term. They acted as under-studies in

order that the Year 12 committee members could turn their attention to more important matters! The College Captain also had an apprentice at his side and Bruce Lee must be congratulated as the 1986 College Captain.

The Executive Committee have looked to maintain the close ties established throughout the year 12 students by establishing the Former Student Association. We all look forward to continuing our close friendships and a worthwhile connection with the school.

To the Council and its representatives, extend my sincerest thanks for their cooperation, support and willingness to accept their responsibilities throughout the school year. I also thank the staff advisers to each subcommittee for their advice and counsel.

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Dr Speed and Mr Bednall, are two key figures in the operation of the Student Council and without their assistance and guidance, its full potential could never be realised. I thank them for their encouragement and the paternal position they filled.

Finally, I wish the Student Council of 1986, its Executive Committee and the College Captain good luck and every success.

Scott Ritchie College Captain

STUDENT COUNCIL

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Back Row, lefl 10 right: T. Greville, M. Gurr, M. Usher, M. van Brakel, 1. Osborne, J. Greville, M. Wood, B. Lee, D. Cummins, E. Geary, R. Gulvin, S. Reed Row 3. left to right: E. Hickman, S. Tassell, T. Parkin, K. Lehman,

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Wheeler,

Stone, 1. Gould,

Snooks,

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Ballord Row 2. lefl to right: E. Male, M. Vowles, D. Lansley, C. Lyford, E. Bee, S. Woods, R. Brinklow, M. Schmidl, P. Galloway, J. May Fronl Row, left to right: T. Perry, S. Scott, Mr J.M. Bednall, S. Ritchie, J. Soulsby, M. Halliday, A. Schwetz

ELECTION OF 1986 STUDENT COUNCIL OFFICE BEARERS

SOCIAL SUB-COMMITTEE REPORT

The election of the College's second school captain was held in the last week of second term. The staff and students from Year II voted for a field of 16 candjdates. The school captain elect was announced on the last day of second term and we congratulate Bruce Lee for winning the election.

The constitution of the Student Council states that there shall be an Executive Committee consisting of elected final year students. After elections for the 8 positions, Scott Watters, Elizabeth Male, Ian Osborne, Sarah Bee, Joelie May, Nicole Pihu, Rebecca Gulvin and Sonya Tassell were announced as the Executive Committee elect.

It is anticipated that the incoming Executive Committee will take an active role in the running of the College, assuming more than the outgoing committee, a prefectoral role over the Student Body. Each Executive Committee member will chair a sub-committee and be responsible for the running and organisation of that committee's activities.

The College would like to extend our congratulations and best wishes to the new Executive Council and School Captain. We hope that they find their time on the Council to be fulfilling, enjoyable and rewarding.

SCHOLARSHIP WINNERS 1985

Upper School: John Redman and Craig Palmer

Lower School: Damel Fick and Pauline Lee

CALENDAR FOR 1986

(Dates are inclusive)

Semester 1

Term 1

Commences Tuesday, 4 February

Labour Day Monday, 3 March

Ends Thursday, 27 March

Term 2

Commences Tuesday, 8 April

Anzac Day Friday, 25 April

Foundation Day Monday, 2 June

Ends Thursday, 19 June

Semester 2

Term 3

Commences Tuesday, 8 July

Ends Thursday, 18 September

Term 4

Commences Tuesday, 7 October

This years Social Sub-committee consisted of Simon Stone, Mr Hanson, Mrs Cleghorn, Darren Mellor, Michael Armstrong, Sonya Tassell, Bruce Lee, Rebecca Bond, Deonie McCann, Simoni Wheeler, Monique Robertson, Simon Woods, Simon Catt, Michelle Warman, Julia Osborne, Matthew Schmidt and Peter Milner.

1985 has been a very busy year for the Social Sub-committee, being the first year that the school has held a Graduation Ball. It took a lot of time and organisation to end up with what everyone thought was a great success. Simon Stone should be congratulated on his effort and the Ball's success.

First term consisted of the Year 9-10 casual social, while second term was made up of the organising of the Year 11-12 "Famous People", the Year 9-10 "B.O.P." and the Year 7-8 "Black and White" socials. The Graduation Ball commenced term 3 and its socials.

The other major job the Social Subcommittee tackled was the buying of a sound system for the Performing Arts Centre. Thanks should be extended to Simon Stone, Chairman and Mr Hanson and Miss Cleghorn, Staff Advisers for the time and effort they put into the running of the 1985 Social Sub-committee.

Sonya Tassell, Rebecca Bond

COL MBA REPORT

The Publications Sub-Committee of the Student Council have had three major projects under-way this year. The new student magazine "Palava" appeared in Term 2 and the Graduation Magazine was received by the graduating year on All Saints' Day. As usual, Columba has been our largest project.

For the first time, Columba has been under the editorialship of a student and Emma Geary has filled this position magnificently. Many thanks to Mr Milne, who has taken the position as staff adviser in his first year at the College. For all three of us, the production of Columba has been a rewarding and educational experience though a little hectic at times.

Ends Wednesday, 10 December

I would Hke to extend my thanks to the Publications Sub-Committee for their assistance and I hope that in the future some of them will enjoy taking a position of responsibility in the magazine's production process. Mrs Prosser deserves, in particular, our gratitude for helping us choose the artwork as do all the English staff for their promotion of the literary section.

This magazine, as the first of the full College, is auspicious. Many thanks to all students and

staff for their assistance in the production of this year's Columba.

Damien Gore

PARENTS' AND FRIENDS' SOCIETY

1985 REPORT

A Parents' and Friends' Society is part of the fabric of any good school or college, and in the case of one striving for greatness and growth, the All Saints' College, P. & F. Society has important roles to play. These roles can be seen in the sub-committee reports which follow.

It is with regret that I say farewell to Mrs Lyn Bentley who has been the Co-ordinator of the Uniform Store over the past five years. Due largely to her untiring efforts over these formative years we have seen the tremendous growth of this successful Parents' and Friends' venture and she deserves our commendation.

The P. & F. have appointed Mrs Ruth McCracken to the position of Uniform Store Manageress as from December 1985 and I wish her well.

It is a particular pleasure to place on record the appreciation of the P. & F. Society for the tireless work of John Kenworthy whose efforts for the Society in the past, particularly on site development, now continue in less visible ways. In recognition of his outstanding service, John was elected as Vice-Patron of the Society at the 1985 Annual General Meeting.

I thank the members of the executive for their hard work during the year, in particular those whose names do not appear elsewhere in this report the two Vice-Presidents Mick Tiller and Bob Lawrence, Helen Wright (Secretary), and Lynne Connors (Assistant Secretary).

I also thank those who have supported our efforts over the past year; those parents who regularly attend the general meetings, social functions, Ladies Forum meetings, site development working bees, and parent education sessions; those who have given so generously to the Building Fund appeal; and those who support the P. & F. business activities - the Canteen and the Uniform Store - on virtually a daily basis. This support makes it possible for the Society to remain responsive to the special needs of the College, as instanced by the recent purchase of a second-hand Yamaha organ for use in worship.

Many thanks to all the voluntary helpers who have given so willingly of their time each week.

Your support at the 1984 Fete enabled the P. & F. Society this year to provide the funds for musical instruments for the College Band, a stereo system to blast away at College socials, and a watercooler for the summer period.

You give much more than you can ever receive, for the benefit of all at All Saints'.

This message is to say, you are appreciated. Thank you very much.

Ion Fairnie President

U IFORM STORE 1985 REPORT

This year has seen the Uniform Store marketing the complete College uniform. We experienced some teething problems in the busy January period and 1 thank the parents and students for their tolerance at this difficult time.

Jane Geary

BUILDING FUND 1985 REPORT

The Performing Arts Centre continues to be used daily and has proved to be an invaluable asset to the College. As the P.A. Centre is such an integral part of the College's life, every family within the College community should need no encouragement to give willing and generous support to each annual Building Fund Appeal. During 1985 the principal of the loan was reduced by a further $15,000 to $270,000. However, due to the rise in interest rates, the interest paid on the loan this year already exceeds that paid in 1984. The benefit expected from having more contributor families was thus cancelled as a result, and the present high interest rates is one reason why contributions are needed from all parents.

Bill Hawley

FEDERATION OF INDEPENDENT SCHOOLS PARENTS ASSOCIA nON OF W.A. 1985 REPORT

.I.S.P.A. is an organisation of Parents' Associations of non-Catholic independent schools. The aim of the Association is to promote and facilitate the common interests, welfare, education and advancement of participating schools. F.I.S.P.A.'s inaugural meeting was held on 8 August, 1978 and All Saints' College was accepted as a member in 1981. Member schools include Christ Church, St Mary's, Perth College, Guildford Grammar, Wesley, Penrhos, All Saints', Bunbury Cathedral Grammar, P.L.e. and St Stephen.

Trish Lawrence

TREASURER'S 1985 REPORT

Our financial strength continues to improve as the various commercial activities of the P. & F. become more efficient. The Canteen which is

not structured as a profit centre is designed to generate a small surplus after meeting all necessary overheads. The Uniform Store, on the other hand is a major profit centre conducted by your although margins have been minimised in order to provide students with a reasonably priced uniform.

P. & F. membership fees are a base source of income. All parents should become members of the P. & F. by paying these fees at the commencement of the first term.

LADIES FORUM 1985 REPORT

The year is quickly coming to a close. It has been a very enjoyable time for me. Thanks must go to all who have and have assisted me as Chairperson. As m the past Ladies Forum will be assisting with the floral decorations for the Carol Festival and Speech Night. Some willing workers have potted and watered petunias in preparation for these coming events.

Den is Hagan

CANTEEN 1985 REPORT

Good eating habits are part of a total educational process, for nutrition plays a major role in a child's development. Physically, socially and educationally, the canteen is a part of the school and so must accept partial responsibility for that role by providing nutritious foods which will reinforce school lessons on nutrition, dental and physical health.

With representation of staff, parents and students the sub committee has met once each term with the canteen manageress (Alison Hagan) to discuss any suggested or necessary changes in the menu or operations, so that students continue to have a choice of tasty, satisfying and nourishing food.

It has been necessary this year, to employ on a part time basis (three hours twice a week) a second paid helper.

Once again our grateful thanks to those volunteers who have assisted throughout the year enabling the canteen to operate smoothly. Because of this efficiency we were able to contribute over $2,000 toward the recently purchased organ.

Anne Greville

EDUCATION/LIBRARY 1985 REPORT

A special thanks to Bev Bee and Lyn Connors, with the help of Year 11 mothers, for taking over the arrangements of the Year 12 Graduation Dinner.

1 look forward to the rest of my year and hope to meet more ladies. Everyone is welcome to come along.

Pat Wright

SITE DEVELOPMENT 1985 REPORT

A great deal has been accomplished in site development and maintenance of the College grounds during the year. Strong support by parents in attending working bees through second and third term was appreciated. This willingness to assist has enabled log barriers to be placed along all street boundaries and to improve the Bush Court by planting 260 shrubs, repairing irrigation pipelines and covering garden beds with pine needle mulch. Brickpaving to the Ewing Avenue driveway and the placing of concrete surrounds about trees along the driveway has helped to improve the entrance to the College. Maintenance to the cycleways and kerbing along Ewing Avenue will complement this project.

Special thanks is given to John Kenworthy for his work on the Site Development subcommittee in past years and for continued support throughout 1985.

Clive Robartson

LIBRARY REPORT

Parent Education courses were again conducted during the year and ten topics were offered. Most of these were well attended.

The "Parents as Facilitators" course was again conducted by Mrs Jean Speed and the "S.T.E.P.TEEN" programme was conducted by Mrs Marilyn Knox, Dean of Studies.

The Library will be operating with a computer based catalogue system as from the commencement of 1986.

Mrs Yurisich is most appreciative of the assistance from mothers during the year.

Sue Downs

1985 has been an eventful year in the library. We started off the year with more space (extensions were completed December last year) so we now have two class areas, and more staff. We now have Mrs Lebbon working as a parttime library aide.

This has meant a great increase in the number of classes using the library and the number of resources being used, which has been terrific!

In April we installed the computer which will mean that very soon we will have an "on-line" catalogue rather than a card catalogue. As well as computerising the catalogue we intend to

order resources on the computer, book class areas and equipment through the computer. and have all the borrowing of resources computerised. We all look forward to this very much.

This year for the first time evening meetings held at the College have been located in the library.

During second term all sorts of things went on.

We were privileged to have the English author Aidan Chambers visit the College and talk to students in the library in August (all thanks to Ms Healy who worked very hard to organise this) and we all found him absolutely fascinating.

The West Australian Young Reader's Book Award was run very successfully; we celebrated Children's Book Week (and two of the picture books entered in the Children's Book Week picture book competition came first and third!), and we had a student from Nedlands Campus, Miss Cary, with us for seven weeks. She was a tremendous help during this time.

This term I have been team-teaching with the Year 8 Science teachers to ensure the Year 8 students "learn how to learn" while doing Science and we look forward to a great Year 7 Christmas display at the end of the year.

I would sincerely like to express my appreciation to all the mothers who have come along so diligently throughout the year to help with all the odds and ends that need doing. Without them we would not have been able to achieve all we have this year.

V. Yurisich

Below are a couple of comments on the library, these have not been censored.

"The library is a real great place It puts a smile on everyone's face

There's books to read and games to play and I don't know what else to say

But now I've thought there is some more

There's tables, chairs, a roof and a floor

There's posters and pinups, magazines and displays

There's heaters and lights and fans aray The library is the place for me

And that is where I'll always be"

lane Waddy 7A

The library is a very nice place to come at lunch time when it's cold and rainy or if it's hot and sticky. It has a large range of books you are able to relax and read.

Rachael Hartley 7A

Rachel Tay/or, Year 12

COLLEGE COLOURS

Achieved a standard of excellence or success in

The highest honour the College can bestow on a student is to proclaim publicly that in its opinion he/she has worthily upheld the honour and reputation of the College. The practice has its origins in medieval and renaissance times when only the nobles were literate. In battle the followers knew where they should be by rallying around the colours of their Lord. Should these colours leave the field or be lost the followers would flee the battle. It was important, therefore, that those who carried the colours should be men of valour, who would not count the wounds but courageously uphold the colours to the last against all odds. They were not lightly entrusted to anyone but were given in charge to those who had earned the privilege.

that activity or made significant progress in learning the skills of the activity.

During Terms I and II of 1985 the College conferred its colours as follows:

For the College's awards those nominated must have:

Served the College over a period of time in a sporting or cultural activity;

I. Scott Ritchie - for services to debating

2. Karl Perry - for services to rugby

3. Matthew Edwards - for services to rugby

4. Josephine Quealy - for services to debating

5. Andrew Litster - for services to swimming

6. Nicole Pihu - for services to swimming

7. Stuart Redman - for services to general sport

8. Joelie May - for services to gymnastics

9. Luise Johnson - for services to netball

10. Emma Geary - for services to netball

11. Sonia Reed - for services to netball

12. Nicole Burton - for services to netball.

We congratulate all of them for their worthy support of the College.

COLLEGE COLOURS AW ARDEES

Back Row, left to right: Luise Johnson, Matthew Edwards, Emma Geary, Stuarl Redman, Andrew Lilster, Karl Perry Front Row, left to right: Nicole Burton, Nicole Pihu, Sonia Reed, Joeiie May, Josephine Quealy

CHAPLAIN'S REPORT

In a variety of ways I have valued the opportunities I have had as Chaplain to work for our Lord in this College. I think of the Assemblies, the worship, and the range of personal contacts. I appreciate the friendship shown to me by many students. I have reached the conclusion, however, that the system with which I have worked, nominally half-time in the College and half-time in the Parish has ceased to be effective because of the growth that has taken place in both areas, hence my decision to resign from the College. I trust that it will be possible to appoint a full-time Chaplain who will be able to give himself completely to the one task that needs to be done.

In this my last report as Chaplain of All Saints' College, I would like to make a few comments, firstly about the year that is ending, and then about my overall experiences at the College.

In this year it has been of great significance to me to have as a fellow worker in the field of Human Relations the Rev. Nicol Milne. He is an enthusiastic worker, going well beyond the "measured mile" in the particular task for which he was appointed as well as in other fields of activity for which he has volunteered. I am sure he will continue to make a valuable contribution to the future life of the College.

I would like to express my appreciation for the support given to me by the Principal. In my activities and in the area of College/Parish cooperation I have always received the fullest respect, sympathy and encouragement. I appreciate too the support of the Deputy Principal, especially in arrangements for Assemblies and worship. Other teachers have co-operated in a wonderful way, for example, with music and the Human Relations programme, especially at times when I felt I had left them to some extent stranded without teaching materials, etc., sufficiently in advance. The office staff have also been friendly and helpful and the Bursar has never failed to respond to my needs and those related to cooperation with the Parish. I am aware of stresses and strains in the situation, but it is to be expected there will be "growing pains" in a growing institution. Nevertheless, I am also reminded of Jesus' words, "Blessed are the peacemakers" .

Another aspect of 1985 Human Relations teaching is the introduction of a system of training for a group of ladies (parents) to be facilitators in small group discussion work related to this subject. Obviously in a subject dealing with attitudes, behaviour and Christian principles, student participation is essential. Full-class discussions are valuable, of course, but often they are not effective because of the presence of some students who may not be interested or who may be unable to accept the discipline of working with such a method of learning. Mrs Jean Speed, the trainer, and the ladies who have undertaken this task at the Year 9 and Year 10 levels, deserve our grateful thanks and I trust the ladies will find it a worthwhile experience as they go on.

As I move on to full-time parish work in the Bull Creek, Bateman and Leeming areas during 1986 and then to retirement in N .S. W., I ponder the question' 'What have I achieved in my years here at All Saints' College?" I can't really answer the question. In many areas of Christian service and especially teaching young people about the things of God, the answers ultimately lie in what they do with their lives in the future. What kind of people will they be? How will God be at work in their lives? Will He call any of them to full-time service? And so on. I suppose the answer to me must lie in the fact that we as Christians are called to be tillers of the soil and planters and waterers of the word in the knowledge that it is God who is giving us both the will and the power to achieve His good purposes. It is also He who brings to fruition anything that we do, even if we never see the results.

K. McIntyre

1985 DIARY

FRANCE 1985

Once upon a time ... September 1984, some very eager All Saints' and Bunbury Cathedral Grammar French students met at Bunbury to be informed of a future trip to France. This resulted in other meetings for finalising dates.

On the evening of August 31, 1985, 16 strangers from four different schools (Bunbury High, Bunbury Cathedral Grammer, All Saints' College and Applecross High Schools), met at Perth Airport to be flown off to an unfamiliar land called France.

After stopping at the Bombay slums to observe the inhabitants, who looked (and smelt) as if they'd eaten their brothers for breakfast, we arrived in London for a couple of hours touring. We drove down to Portsmouth and took the ferry from there to our ultimate destination.

We arrived at the small fishing town of St Malo in the morning. We spent a few days here and went wild with the cameras because the town "ramparts" are so old and beautiful.

There is going to be a final meeting soon

where we will look, laugh and remember the wonderful and often humorous times we had in what seems now to be a fairytale.

We thank Miss Cleghorn for being so very helpful and informative throughout the trip. We also wish good luck to all of next year's possible France tourists but we bet they don't have as much fun as we did!

Ange/a Wa/ms/ey, Tanya Watt and Ingrid Mills

VICTORIAN ALPS SKI TRIP

We arrived in Melbourne during the early hours of the morning and quickly found our way to the restaurant where a weary Andrew Dunnet joined us back from a week in Canberra. We were soon herded onto the bus where sleep was the main objective but some fought off the drowsiness to discuss Grant Brinklow's wonderful pick up of a lovely young maiden.

After our seven hour bus trip, including a thirty minute stop at the Victoria Markets to get some last minute things, we arrived at the Bogong View Motel tired and wanting to get settled into our rooms and be issued with out skis, stocks and boots.

Our next attraction was La Roche sur Yon where we were introduced to our "host families". Here we were thrust into five days of non-stop concentration on the French language and culture. Fortunately it was the French Summer Vacation so we did not have to go to school. After camping in Perigeaux and exploring the beautiful Dordogne region, however, we were less fortunate as we had to go to school for six days in what looked like, and used to be, an Army barracks!!

At the college "Herriot" we each attended our billets' classes and after school, some of us were lucky enough to live near other Aussies and so this broke the monotony of French living.

The first day of skiing was very eventful but slow to get started as a teacher (who will remain unnamed) spent more time chatting up the young lady selling tickets than getting the tickets. Skiing talents ranged from awful to "Isn't that Franz Klammer?", with many expert skiers from previous experiences to first timers like Grant, Tania and Lisa. Lisa even has a Hotham record for the longest slide on one's bottom.

On Sunday, 22 September we realised that many of us had become closer to our billets (and their friends!) than we thought. We left a picture of sad and loving faces - never to be forgotten (sniff sniff).

The next stop was Tours which is the biggest city we'd been in during our stay in France. However, Paris was still to come and for the three days spent there, we ran for most of the time. This was in order to see such sites as the Eiffel Tower, Arc de Triomphe, Notre-Dame, the Metro, Sacre Coeur and the Champs Elysees.

Coming home many of us were close to dehydration due to the immense loss of fluids from our eyes. We realised we had become a group of very close friends instead of the sixteen individuals we had begun as.

The week went beautifully with only one injury to Lisa Watson (an injured knee) after going for the world record ski jump or ski fall in her case. Skiing classes often looked upon the All Saints' party totally bewildered as various members linked up in a caterpillar formation, often crashing into one another and creating a human obstacle of bodies, skis and stocks. Grant had taken skiing in its simplest form, flat out down hill, with stopping creating many difficulties for him. Many of our skiers, in their quest for steeper and more difficult slopes, found that the snow on these slopes often disappeared very quickly and this lead to embarassing tears in their ski suits.

The week ended with a night at the Hotel Domain (with it's unique piped live train sounds) and a day in Melbourne, where last

minute shopping, sight seeing and attending the latest movies was conducted. We were then taken to the airport where the flight back to Perth was action packed with the meeting of fellow All Saints' inhabitants (i.e. Mrs Maio, Mrs Yurisich and Craig Palmer). The food swap was also interesting with calls of "anyone want to trade a prawn cocktail for a pavlova, or cheese and bickies for a raspberry cream". Mr Stapleton was looking decidedly greener after four pavlovas.

Unfortunately next year we will not be going to Victoria due to the four term year, perhaps New Zealand. Once again we would like to thank Mr Brian Hanson for organising the trip and coming along to join in the fun, also to Mark and Guy Stapleton.

Andrew Dunne(

ITALIAN EXCHANGE STUDENT

On June 28 at 4 a.m. Lorenzo Berti arrived from Ancona, Italy on exchange to stay at the house of the May family. He attended All Saints' for the 10 weeks that he was here. He participated in the Year 11 camp to Albany and the Stirling Ranges, among other school activities. He also attended functions put on by the Intercultural programme. One of these was a camp at which the three Year 12 Italian students also wem. Lorenzo is the third Italian

exchange student from Italy. Rachel Taylor and Helen Meehan have also visited Italy on exchange. Lorenzo left a message to everyone at the school: "Thank you for a wonderful experience. I hope I will see you all again one day. "

ITALY STUDE T 1984-85

In December of 1984 J was fortunate enough to leave Australia and spend three months as an exchange studem in Italy with 21 other students from Perth.

I lived with a family for 10 weeks in the North of Italy in a town called Ravenna. It was one of the greatest experiences a teenager could be offered and I grasped it with both hands.

From the first word the whole trip was marvellous. The family I stayed with were very caring and have offered me a place to stay should I wish to continue my language studies in the future.

I not only made many friends but gained a tremendous amount of confidence in my language skills and in my own abilities.

I can't begin to express the excitement and joy such a trip provided, but I can thank the school who so generously assisted me financially and of course Mrs Grant -a wonderful lady who was supportive during the selection and weeks of preparation.

He/en Meehan

Back Row, lefl 10 righl: \1r Conigliaro, Sarah Bee, Clare Rowley, Penni Horn, Lorenzo Berti, \1rs Gram, Micelle Robanson From Row, lefllD right: Angela Perry, Joelie May, Lisa George

ITALIAN CAMP REPORT

From 6 p.m. Friday 26th August to 2 p.m. Sunday 28th August, Lorenzo Berti (Italian exchange student), Helen Meehan, Emma Hunter and Rachel Taylor attend an Italian camp held at Mt Pleasant.

The camp was organised by W AA Tl (Western Australia Association of Teachers of Italian) for the benefit of West Australian Year 12 students in Perth.

On Friday night students were entertained with charades and a quiz-game. On Saturday the students were treated to a mid-morning Catholic mass and that night participated in various skits as well as a fancy dress party. On Sunday the chief examiner of the T AE Italian shared a few pearls of wisdom before students left for home.

Throughout the weekend, the students were treated to authentic Italian meals prepared by members of WAATI and friends. Members of W AA Tl also gave brief Italian lessons to the students throughout the weekend.

He began outlining how to commence writing an actual story using his method as an example. His approach involves the notion that a story always has the same raw materials in it:

(a) What happens? (b) To whom? (c) Why?

These three elements are essential in the establishment of a story. We learned, however, that this was perhaps the easiest task. One then must create and visit a scene where the event is to occur and it must be highly imaginable and possible. From here the story must fall into place. We hadn't realised the complexities and time involved in writing a 120 page book. Much research is involved, and as for the time factor, books can take years to write and even then may be unsuccessful.

On the whole, the camp was both enjoyable and educational and is highly recommended to future All Saints' students of Italian.

Rache/ Tay/or

VISITI G SPEAKER - Aidan Chambers

On Friday 23 August, many fortunate Year 11 students were spoken to by a well-known English author, Aidan Chambers. His visit was a remarkable honour, as he rarely speaks to high school students - especially in foreign countries.

The range of books was discussed, and then began a most productive question period. Aidan Chambers is a very versatile writer who writes children's books including ghost stories, and novels for adolescents and adults. His book "Dance On My Grave" involves teenagers, and having been written by a fifty year old man, is incredibly familiar and relevant. The explanation to his amazing closeness to teenagers is his outlook on all ages in life:

"In Western cultures, the idea we pick up is that you grow out of your childhood into being adolescent, you grow out of adolescence into being adult, you grow out of adult to be geriatric, and you grow out of geriatric to be dead. I've learned not to believe that. Why throw your childhood away? Is it something you shouldn't have? Why forget being an adolescent? Why shed 25 and become 50? Why shed 50 and become 80? Why shed 80 and be dead? I want all of it. It's all money in the bank. "

Hence he vividly remembers and is conscious of his childhood and adolescent days, and likes to remain in close contact with them. For a double period, Aidan Chambers held us in awe. His wit and wisdom were so refined, and he was simply an extremely talented man. Whilst hearing him recounting his many experiences, we were totally enthralled, entertained and amazed. We left still thinking of his many opinions regarding life. This fabulous privilege is one that will be remembered for a long time. Many thanks must go to Miss Healy for providing such an experience. h C ristine Buck/and

ESSAY PRIZE FOR PARLIAMENT WEEK

Fleur Downs of 7W won the State Essay Prize for her age group conducted in association with Parliament Week.

The competition was open to all children in the State and one award was available for each

Aidan Chambers

age group. Fleur chose to research the origins of our parliamentary system in the Westminster System and such traditions as Usher of the Black Rod. She traced the derivation of the name Parliament to the French verb 'parler'. French was (and still remains) the diplomatic language of Europe at the time of the rise of Parliament.

Fleur was presented with her prize, a book, at Parliament House during Parliament Week celebrations by Mr Clive Griffiths, MLA.

We congratulate Fleur on her achievement.

AUGUSTAPENTATHLON

On the 20th of April a team of intrepid sportsmen with the assistance and support of Mr Dierks and the Lawrence family went down to Augusta to compete in the State's most gruelling Pentathalon marathon relay. This consisted of a 13 km run over dirt tracks and gravel roads to hand over to the 5 km windsurfing leg which took place in the Indian Ocean. Then it was the canoeist who had to battle against huge seas and crashing surf for 5 km to reach the swimmer, who had to swim I km against racing currents in the Blackwood River to crawl up a beach to the cyclist, who had to face a course that would make the Tour de France seem easy by comparison.

Paul Eidrid Year ID, Sailboarding leg.

Paul Lawrence was competing against a K-l canoe which is considered faster than his tourer. He did a supreme job and came in 10th. I did the swimming leg and recorded the fastest time for the 1 km swim.

Andrew Dunnet rode an' 'extra-ordinary" leg to only drop two places against professional riders. The main reason why he rode so well was because of a man of 80 years older than him breathing down his neck and he didn't want to get beaten by him.

The team was quite confident before the start, but that only lasted until we saw the other junior team. The opposition were all six feet tall at least and seventeen or over. They were from the Scarborough Surf Club and were sponsored by Melville Toyota. Most of our team members only had two weeks before we started out.

Chris de Chaneet ran a superb thirteen kilometre run and blitzed the field to come in 5: 15 minutes ahead of Melville Toyota team. Then Paul Eldrid went out to sea hoping for wind of which there was none. So the organisers decided to send the canoeists off as a group.

We didn't know the results at the end because the times had to be tabulated. The Melville Toyota Team thought they had won but when the results of the junior section were read out, Saints' were first by a 72 second lead in front of Melville Toyota and came fifth overall.

NATIVE PLANTS CAMP

Andrew Litsler

At the end of term one the Native Plants group went to Dryandra State Forest for a weekend camp. The morning of the first day was spent with Mr Loneragan doing a field study report of the local forest area. The afternoon was spent doing one of two things - bird

Paul Lawrence, Year 11, Canoe Leg.

watching and visiting the arboretum. The bird watching group had little success in seeing birds but their interest increased when they visited the Mallee Fowl nest.

Certificates of Merit were awarded to: Tim Greville, Simon Woods, Jason Gregory, Matt Lee, Craig Palmer, Sarah Harrison, all for entries in the area of Physics.

The aboretum group saw an interesting display of various species of trees. On the second day the groups swapped sites. After lunch we began our journey home.

RECORDER CLUB

We would like to thank Mr Dierks, Miss Brandenburg, Mrs Fathers, Mrs Riley, Mr Loneragan and Anthony (our chauffeur). An enjoyable weekend was had by all (WE THINK!!!).

The numbers of students, although varying considerably throughout the year, have provided loyal support for the Recorder Club. The repertoire has ranged from such Paul Simon songs as "Mrs Robinson" and "Scarborough Fair" to music by Purcell and Handel as well as the Suite from "The Beggar's Opera". This last work proved extremely challenging.

SOCIAL 1985 REPORT

Social events have been well attended this year with a variety of events held. The Sundowner evening to commence the year was organised by last year's Committee and this was a very successful event.

Other events held during the year were the Quiz Night, a picnic at Pioneer World and a theatre evening.

Social events are held to enable parents and children to meet and socialise away from the formal atmosphere of the school. It is hoped that all families are catered for by at least one of the functions held during the year.

WayneKing

SCIENCE TALENT QUEST

In term three a committed group of six Year 8 students are busy rehearsing for the Carol Festival. They are Katherine Docking, Amanda Frodsham, Vanessa Holmes, Michelle Warman, Karen Alexander and Louise Wholey.

ALL SAINTS DAY 1985

1st November saw our fully grown (to Year 12) College celebrate its Name Day. The highlight of the morning was the celebration of Holy Communion under the direction of Bishop Challen who preached on the theme of "all saints". The solemnity and ceremony of the occasion was enhanced by choral and musical contributions of a very high order. We are indebted to the staff and students who put considerable effort into the preparation.

Michael Powell and Robert Smyth won 1st Prize in Microbiology (Junior Section) with a report on "The Effect of Atmospheric Pollution on the Growth of Bacteria and Fungi"

Michael and Robert conducted an experiment where they examined the effect of atmospheric pollutants on the growth rate of bacteria and fungi. They produced various gases (carbon dioxide, sulphur dioxide, nitric oxide and nitrogen dioxide) which are known pollutants of the atmosphere. Different concentrations of these gases were injected into cultures of bacteria and fungi. They found that high concentrations of pollutants were responsible for greater mortality amongst the fungi. It was interesting to note that one strain of bacteria was not destroyed even with high concentration of pollutants.

Such results have implications not only for the effect of pollutants on organisms but may also have applications in those manufacturing processes which employ the use of fungi/ bacteria (for instance the beer, wine and cheese making industries).

The presence of several parents, guests and Year 12 students meant that our circle of family was complete and the day had been launched with the right tone of pageantry and worship.

Following the service, the whole school partook of a Name Day cake to celebrate the occasion.

The evening was reserved for a graduation dinner in the PA centre, which had been beautifully decorated by the Year 11 mothers. The professional caterers were assisted by a team of Year 11 waiters and waitresses whose standard of service was excellent.

To ensure that the farewell to our students should not become too serious, the preparation of a graduation booklet was accompanied by a reference to the students' past (mis)deeds, which in some instances produced faces redder than the warm evening warranted. The staff expressed their thoughts on the students, courtesy of Gilbert and SuJlivan's "Pinafore" (considerably altered), while the art students of Year 12 began for the College its alumni art collection with a most generous donation of examples of their work. Valete Studenti, Salvete Alumni.

THE DUKE OF EDINBURGH'S AWARD

The Scheme

The Duke of Edinburgh's Award is available for all students looking for excitement, challenge and adventure. It helps young people between the ages of 14 and 23 to discover their interests and talents i.e. Years 9-12 at All Saints' College.

The Scheme is very simple. You choose your interests from a huge list of practical and adventurous activities. The College helps you find instructors to teach you (teachers, parents, other experts). If your performance meets the Duke's Standards (which are high but within every ones reach with application) then you get an Award.

There are three Award levels depending on the amount of time you put in. Minimum times are Bronze Award 6 months, Silver Award 12 months, Gold Award 18 months. Each award consists of a badge and a certificate.

How Do I Get An Award?

To get an Award you must do four different activities, one from each of the following categories:

• Recreation involves outdoor and indoor activities like archery, canoeing, judo, skating and rock climbing. These help improve your fitness.

• Skills involve useful skills like cookery, diving, pottery, debating. These help you discover your hidden talents.

• Service involves community services like hospital work, conservation, salvage collection, etc. These help you to understand

how a community works and how to help others.

• Expeditions involve adventure projects like a two day bicycle trip or a three day bushwalking expedition in a remote area. These help you become self-reliant so your future is in the best possible hands - yours.

Overall these activities make you a better person. You gain qualities that will be useful in your job, around the house, in relationships, and for the rest of your life.

The Scheme at All Saints' College - 1986

Students in Years 9-12 should carefully note the content and requirements of the four categories (RECREATION, SKILLS, SERVICE, EXPEDITIONS). It should be clear to many students that you are probably involving yourself in a good portion of the required programme already and that with a little organisation (which we will assist with) and a little more time (you need to find this) you can easily achieve the above requirements and an Award.

During the first week or so of February 1986 students will be approached to see who wants to enrol in the Scheme. If you want more information in the meantime you should see Mr Dierks or myself during term time or contact the following during holiday time:

The Duke of Edinburgh's Award Scheme in Australia W.A. Office.

Visit: 8th Floor, 184 St. George's Terrace . Phone: 3224118 (9.00-5.00 Mon-Fri).

Successful Candidates (All Saints' College) - 1985

Mr B. Hanson All Saints' College Co-ordinator

The following students were presented with their Bronze Awards in 1985: Candidate Interest Service Physical Activity Expedition

Paige TURNER Music-Piano Nursing Home Dancing Bibulman Track on foot

EISTEDDFOD 1985

The evening of 15th May marked the cultural highlight of term I when the Inter-House Eisteddfod took place. Involving almost 300 students and an audience of over 400 parents and friends it comprised individual, group and massed items. These covered singing, dancing, recitation and instrumental contributions.

Darren MELLOR Speech Gardening Hockey Bibulman Track Nursing Home on foot

Simon STONE Ballroom Dancing Gardening Hockey Bibulman Track Nursing Home on foot

Radich; first in group singing with their Barbershop Quartet; and equal first (with Stirling) in the House Choir section. The Group Recitation section was won by Forrest, while Murdoch won the Group Instrumental section. The credit for the best individual item went to Christine Laycock (Year 7) of O'Connor for her singing.

Choral and group items counted towards the House competition which was won by O'Connor. They came first in the Group Dance section with an item choreographed by Mr

The range of activities and the quality of the performances ensured a most enjoyable evening and revealed the rich artistic talents of our students.

THE COLLEGE CHOIR

I COLLEGE CHOIR

TREBLE CHOIR REPORT 1985

With the introduction of clubs and societies this year, the choir has attained a membership of over 50, meeting each Tuesday at 12.10 p.m. Wednesday afternoon practices took place during first term with the attendance of about 30 students. However, with the commencement of the College Production in term two, Wednesday practices were replaced by chorus rehearsals for the Production.

In term two, we performed" Allouette" and "Solomon Levi" for assembly -a light touch to add flavour to the normal routine.

Practices continued with growing support and this resulted in the selection of a "special choir" consisting of about 30 dedicated choristers who will play a role in the All Saints' Day ceremony, Carol Festival and Speech Night in term three.

At the moment we are looking forward to a choir camp in November and returned Wednesday rehearsals in preparation for the aforementioned events.

I think when I write this I speak for the other boys concerned, especially the Year Seven's. None of us knew what was expected of us when we were 'volunteered' for the audition. For those of us who qualified there have been some very enjoyable occasions since those first weeks.

The year began for the Treble Choir with an invitation to attend an Orientation afternoon at Trinity College. At the conclusion of the afternoon we were that much more aware of what was expected of us, and for some this was very enlightening.

The participation of our choir in the Guildford Music Festival obtained an assessment of 'very good' from the adjudicator which was the second best result.

We hope that success will prevail and continue throughout the following year.

On behalf of the College Choir we would like to thank Mrs Prescott, Mrs Knox and the bass tones of Mr Kural, for their encouragement and support.

Our outing to the Opera, Mikado, was in August and included supper before the show. The Opera showed us just what can be achieved through plenty of hard work and dedication. For many it was a first visit to the Opera but hopefully not the last. Mr Bednall and Mrs Askins took on the task of escorting us to the function and we would like to once again say 'Thank-you' .

Hear you next year, Adrienne and Ceorgie

With the Carol Festival just around the corner Mr Bednall is making sure we will be in top form. This is being done by extending the practice sessions and including after school commitments. These I am sure are all going to

be worthwhile and we hope to finish the year on a high note!

Thanks to the encouragement of Mr Bednall and the accompaniment of Mrs Kirke the year has proved to be most successful and we hope to look forward to an even better singing year in 1986.

DanielFick, Year7A

1984/85 CO CERT BA D REPORT

1985 has been a year of consolidation and improvement for the College Band.

Following the very successful Band Camp at Parkerville in December 1984 where we worked during the day getting our Christmas Carols and Speech Night pieces to performance standard and where we developed the art of pillow fighting to a refined sport, (an event held after dinner each night - gold medal to the combination of Stuart Redman and the All Saints' "Kamikaze" 3 pound pillow) and from the enormous boost of confidence and skill acquired at camp, we stunned our audiences by making some authentic music (not just music/ noise) at the Choral Festival Night and Speech Night and followed this up by performing in the Guildford Music Festival in which we were awarded an "Outstanding" prize.

Throughout the year, we have made several appearances in the school assemblies, and

lately, with the new talent of Katherine Docking (3rd Flute) and Brendan Easton (2nd Trumpet) and the help of a new Bass, 2 Trombones, Bass Clarinet and Drums (Tim Greville) have gone on to bigger, more difficult works, some of which will be performed soon.

To those who think that music is boring or perhaps tedious, let me point out that, like in any other group, this Band has its share of retired comedians, such as Mr Maughan, and the usual score of people who forget vital things such as bringing their instruments, how to put up a stand and what they should really do with their Flutes. (Right Sean and David?) To sit in at our practice session can be an enlightening experience. One has to witness the acts of frustration and confusion, the sight of the maniac Bandmaster hurling suggestions of impending violence and doom and the smug grins emanating from the Clarinet section, aimed at the Oboeist, to fully appreciate the joy of being a music student.

This year we will be going to Pinjarra at the Farm Camp to work our skills once more to performance standard. All the members look forward to this chance to study the finer aspects of timing and tuning and the rematch of the pillow fight championships ...

Gabrial Chan and Adrian A very

lefl 10

Suzanne

ALL SAINTS' COLLEGE CONCERT BAND

Emma

Gabriel Chan, Sean

Cenlre, left 10 righl: Bradley Spencer, Katherine Docking, Jonathon Greville, Peter Chiang, Sonia Reed, Jason Chan, Nicole Pihu Fronl, lefl 10 righl: Marguerite Loneragan, Andrew Youngs, Joy Ormsby, Mr K. Maughan (Bandmaster), Brendan Easton, Adrian Avery, Heidi Miller

DEBATING

The All Saints' Junior Debating team consisted of Carolyn Newman, Simone Wheeler, Monique Robertson and Elaine Gibson.

We had four debates against Aquinas College, C.B.C. Fremantle, Christ Church and Trinity.

It was a good season and everyone on the team debated well. We won two out of four debates and we'd like to thank Mrs Knox for all the help she gave us and Mr Stapleton for his support.

Congratulations to the whole team for their fine efforts and great debates.

Senior Debating

This year has not been as successful "s it might have been for the Year 12 team. This was mainly due to an experimental reshuffle at a

rather inappropriate time. But despite their lack

themselves.

of success all debaters thoroughly enjoyed

Top,

righl:

Pihu,

Geary, Brian Willis, Stuart Redman, lan Waghorn, Step hen Westle,

Cook

YEAR 12 INTERSCHOOL DEBATING TEAM

Lefl 10 righl: Emma Geary, Scott Ritchie, Neil Gibson,

Rachel Taylor, Elisabeth Jones, Mr M. Stapleton,

Usa Watson

YEAR 11 INTERSCHOOL DEBATING TEAM

COLLEGE PRODUCTION REPORT

The auditions proved successful for some and rehearsals began.

Seven weeks were spent learning lines, while going through the actions with scripts, in the classroom. Toward the end of term two rehearsals moved into the P.A. Centre where serious play acting began.

The end of the holidays brought with them the realisation of the immediacy of the big event. The main lead had popped off to France so Mr Kural replaced him and added a whole new style to the part of Kipps.

By now we were well into weekend rehearsals. Saturdays or Sundays or both were spent in the P.A. Centre, often hours of sitting around. However there was always someone to talk to. (This privilege was soon abolished and silence reigned.)

Every so often something would happen to break the monotony, like certain people being locked in the toilet and screaming until finally noticed; or Mr Maughan expressing his frustration with a few harsh words reminding us of the privilege we lost - silence would reign once again (for about \12 an hour).

Lefl 10 righl: Nicole Pihu, Damien Gare, Hana Geha, Josephine Quealy, Mr M. Stapleton, Eliza Compton

JUNIOR DEBATING - YEAR 10

Back Row, lefl 10 righl: Lucinda Gould, Stephanie, Schmidt, Michael Usher, Simone Wheeler Fronl Row, lefl 10 righl: Elaine Gibson, Miss Greta Cleghorn, Mrs Marilyn Knox, Carolyn Newman

Cast rehearsing "In the bar".

The big night drew closer. Night rehearsals were occurring more frequently and homework was being neglected. People were becoming tired of sitting around and listening to the same old lines. Scepticism crept in as we saw a play that appeared disjointed, with no scenery, no back drops and people still forgetting lines.

The final weekend rehearsal was like a light in a storm. The play began to come together. The back drop was hung. Lights were hung, tested and there were less problems than ever.

The whole day rehearsal on Wednesday was our final dress rehearsal before the premiere event (first time in W.A. "Half a Sixpence" had been produced). Make-up was applied and costumes had to be perfect. This was the make or break rehearsal. I felt the rehearsal was an indication the play was to be a flop. Mr Maughan felt differently and congratulated us on a fine effort. We all went home and had a good night's sleep.

On Thursday night there was excitement in the air. People knew what had to be done and there was a great unity between all the actors. A bonding of common feelings encaptured everyone.

People put on costumes and had make-up applied. Bryall Cream is not that popular, however it was a new experience that won't be forgotten.

The Thursday night show went very well. The audience was good and the cast was excited. By the end of the night we realised Mr Maughan was right - it was a good play!

Friday night had a much bigger audience however it seemed to lack the enthusiasm of the night before.

Saturday night, the night when all the dignitaries were coming, had some horrible mechanical errors. These were problems with the back drop, a light exploded and there were a few problems with the lights. The cast battled through this and for the third night in a row a successful play had been viewed by a very praising audience.

The pressure was off and although tired, the cast showed what a production is possible with a bunch of school kids from Year 7 to 11. Thank you to Mr Maughan, Mr Kural and Mrs Prescott and the host of others who participated in a very successful play.

Bruce Lee IIalias Young Walsingham - "the villain"

CaSI rehearsing" You've !osl your young man".

Rapl alien/ion jor "Half-A-Sixpence".

INTERSCHOOL CHESS TEAM

CHESS

Once again All Saints' College entered two teams in the Junior Chess Council of Western Australia Secondary Leagues Competition. Our Year 12 team captained by Scott Ritchie had a slightly disappointing year finishing sixth in their competition while our Year 11 team captained by Robert Sexstone, performed a little better finishing fourth.

Overall we again derived great pleasure and experience from our encounters that were always played in a friendly, pleasant atmosphere.

Team Members:

Year 12: Scott Ritchie (Captain), Peter Shipman, Vincent Lock, David Westle, Matthew Edwards.

Year 11: Robert Sexstone (Captain), Gabriel Chan, John Beechen, Nikait Lai, Kim Gordon, David Burbidge.

Chess has also been a very popular activity in Clubs and Societies. Many students have

enjoyed the opportunity of developing their skills in these periods while others have come along to be introduced to the game for the first time. I look forward to more students participating in Chess next year.

W.R. Bradshaw Chess Master

COMPUTER CLUBS

During the year about fifty interested students meet in the Computer Room on either Tuesday, Wednesday or Thursday afternoons, for an afternoon of challenge and fun.

The Tuesday and Wednesday Computer Clubs are run by Mrs Miller for Year 8/9 and Year 9/10 students respectively while the Thursday group, run by Mr Groves, is a group of students ranging from Year 9 to Year 12.

The students during Computer Club do Computer Studies and Mathematics Enrichment homework, type out assignments on the

Back Row. left to right: Gabriel Chan, Peter Shipman. Matthew Edwards, David Westle. Scot! Ritchie, Nikait Lai Front Row, left to right: Vincent Lok, Robert Sexstone, Mr W. Bradshaw, John Beechen, David Burbidge Absent: Kim Gordon

school's word processor "EDWORD", work out how graphics and sound work, write programs as well as playing games.

So Computer Club is a club that is fun for all and as this year draws to a close all we can say is that we are sorry to all who didn't participate for the experiences, fun and friendship you've missed out on.

TRENDEEZ REPORT

And the ladies learn from Heinrich their Maths not to hate

But Bradshaw wasn't happy if you trotted in late

And the tell tale sign of T .A.E. tension

Year 11 Business Studies Students have again successfully operated the Student Shop "Trendeez" for 1985. Much has been gained in learning new methods of business management and students physically operating "Trendeez" at lunchtimes.

This year we have expanded a little, providing not only Stationery and Computer ware, but also the all too familiar Adidas Hurricane Sports Shoe and a larger variety of sporting equipment.

Thanks to all Students who have helped out in the shop during the year to make it a profitable organisation.

Due to the discounted prices our business is able to offer, we hope success will continue throughout the life of the College.

Of course, without the guidance and expertise of Mr R.M. Glasheen, I feel sure the shop would not function as it does.

ODE TO YEAR 12

A song to offer is ,our noble plan

David Adorns

IN CASE YOU THINK WE'VE BEEN HAD

It's badly written and it doesn't scan

But to some of you we offer musical thought

If you don't get mentioned then you clearly weren't caught

Chorus - Repeat last line.

And just to prove that we hold no rancor

We'd like to join your presence at the Sail and Anchor

Chorus - Repeat last 2 lines.

Now we'd like to remind you of the subjects you took

And of matters not to do with any textbook

You remember that Kirke regarded as failure

A badly coloured diagram of human genitalia

Chorus - Repeat last line.

And Hanson was a man you could o'er trammel

Especially when observing when a woman's not a camel

Chorus - Repeat last 2 lines.

Was to see the politicians landed in detention

Chorus - Repeat last line.

And Bednall went Ugh at literary trash

But accountants didn't organise another Glash bash

Chorus - Repeat last 2 lines.

Stapleton listed historical dates And Lewis taught acceleration rates Maughan and Davis as a tandem pair

Improve your verbalocity without despair

Chorus - Repeat last line.

And you seemed in need of regeneration After Sheratonian romping at your Graduation

Chorus - Repeat last 2 fines.

And now we turn to the cultural heart

Paying tribute to Prosser and her school of Art Not forgetting "Alighieri Dant"

And all three distinctions taught by Mrs Grant Chorus - Repeat fast line.

But Ringer would argue "what a rort!" Was desultory appearances at Thursday Sport Chorus - Repeat last 2 lines.

Your fearless leader Ritchie dubbed Scott Quiet in public but a literature swat He wore clean collars and a bandaged knee At school assembly showing great repartee Chorus - Repeat fast line.

ut he worked very hard not to cause a tiff 'Cause a budding politician needs a good goldsmith

Chorus - Repeat last 2 lines.

Matthew Edwards a renaissance man

Seemed to be working to his own great plan Punctuality and shoes polished fine

Seemed irrelevant to his grand design

Chorus - Repeat last line.

But what always caused an inappropriate frown Was the hideous red oriental dressing gown

Chorus - Repeat last 2 fines.

A sparkling smile and every man's choice

And the rafters ringing to the sounds of her voice

But in case there is a challenge from a macho man

She used to be the female surfing's iron man

Chorus - Repeat fast fine.

But her latimus dorsi may be trim and neat

But Narelle is loved by all of us for her nature so sweet

Chorus - Repeat fast 2 lines.

Young Perry is a man at last it seems

And the Army has provided all the answers to his dreams

His voice has broken and he drives his own car

So Nicole no longer has to stoop so far

Chorus - Repeat last line.

As he soldiers on we wish him the best

And will miss his brand of spelling in the English test

Chorus - Repeat last 2 lines.

Now Travis we loved despite all the trouble

As he zoomed around town in his green plastic bubble

But the time that he met the epitome of shocks

Was standing in Kalgoorlie in his leopard skin jocks

Chorus - Repeat last line.

But in case he thinks his achievement we're revoking

Even we sometimes can claim "we're only joking"

Chorus - Repeat last 2 lines.

Of cheery smile but conniving grace

Whether Margaret or Emma she reveals the same face

She succeeded so well your profiles to sort

We suspect a merger shortly with Holmes a Court

Chorus - Repeat last line.

But in sport and drama on the centre stage

In a flurry of Palava she maintained her rage

Chorus - Repeat last 2 lines.

A tall young red-head by the name of Todd

Gave cause to think he was distinctly odd

A futile gesture aimed to shock the wowsers

In front of Mr Dierks he just removed his trousers

Chorus - Repeat last line.

We remember him for a smile so breezy

And sympathise that now he has been dubbed as "squeezy"

Chorus - Repeat last 2 lines.

Andrew Litster would happily swim out of sight

Clear across the Pacific and the B1ackwood light

But he also was the cause of a "speedy-type" shocker

When he tested his head against a Year 9 locker

Chorus - Repeat last line.

But his achievements are great and humbly borne

Though in class at times he seemed to want to stifle a yawn

Chorus - Repeat last 2 lines.

Innocence and purity a blush so red

Apt to allow nostalgic tears to shed

But Susan is destined for achievement high

She works so hard we cannot tell a lie

Chorus - Repeat last line.

But Bull Creek pigeons would claim it unfair

If we neglected to commemorate Sonya Reed's hair

Chorus - Repeat last 2 lines.

The eyes popped out Dr Simpson looked askance

As Michelle Kenworthy started a skinless dance

It seems a Chemist needs a special room

Avoiding constant threats of scoring "double doom"

Chorus - Repeat last line.

Test tubes are out, whips and leather are in

For Redman thinks that bondage cannot be a sin

Chorus - Repeat last 2 lines.

Of cultural background and ethnic trace

We are not really sure but he's such a nice face

He might be oriental rice paddy squelch

But he seems to indicate a preference to be Welsh

Chorus - Repeat last line.

In Chemistry and Soccer he was steady as a rock

So keep on smiling happy fellow Vincent Lok

Chorus - Repeat last 2 lines.

So parents who these students spawned

Listen close to us don't say you weren't ever warned

In a few short weeks the double blue will be shed

And the studs and silver chains will sprout from ear lobes bled

Chorus - Repeat last line.

And the hair will be gelled and black raimants just right

And Satanic chains will dangle down to ankle height

Chorus - Repeat last 2 lines.

Take faith however 'cause all is not lost

They will surf any wave the sea of life will toss

We'd like to think it was because of our rule

But they're really very good at being rad and cool

Chorus - Repeat last line.

So goodbye to you all and be of good cheer

But warn us if you send your son and daughter here!

Chorus - Repeat last 2 lines.

Footnote: The above composition of Mr Bednall was sung by the staff to the graduates on the occasion of the dinner.

REPORTS AND STUDENT ORIGINALS

FORREST

As usual, Forrest displayed their (swimming) brilliance at the Swimming Carnival held in first term. Unfortunately, Murdoch managed to scrape the extra points, gaining a victory. However, Forrest must not be disheartened, as they were very close to Murdoch, with many of our swimmers receiving commendations for "champion" or "runner-up" swimmers. I feel a special note should be made to the Greville boys (Jeremy, Tim and Jonathon) all of whom came champion swimmers in their age groups. Now I know Mrs Greville is a dietitian - but what is she feeding her boys!!! Well done, to all those who competed, the most important factor is participation. Thanks must also go to the various staff members who organized the enjoyable day. Once again, watch out for FORREST next year, nobody is going to get in their way again! !!!

MURDOCH

very successful in coming 2nd, but by only 1 point to O'Connor. Murdoch students should be corn mended for the achievements, and the Staff for their effort and support which enabled Murdoch's great success. At this point we would like to thank Mr Maughan and Mrs Askins for their continual support and enthusiasm given to the "Mighty Pinkies" throughout the year.

Of course, our great Pink Leader, Mr Stapleton cannot be thanked enough for his house spirit and enthusiasm, organisation and endless support. He has enabled Murdoch to maintain their reputation as the Number One House through his efforts. The House would be lost without him.

Elisabeth lanes

The Murdoch students should also be thanked for the contributions, co-operation, enthusiasm and effort throughout the year on the sporting fields and culturally. They are the source of Murdoch's achievement.

On behalf of the Murdoch Year 12's we wish Murdoch every success for next year and years to come.

Nicole Burton and Matthew Edwards (House Captains)

The characteristics which in the past four years have shown out Murdoch House, better known as the Mighty Pinkies, from the other houses, have not failed to re-appear in 1985. Murdoch has continued to display fine sportsmanship and team spirit, and enthusiastic support for its members and for the House as a whole. Not only have we outcheered and outsupported the other Houses, but also we have achieved outstanding results on the Sporting Field, and culturally.

Our victory in the Swimming Carnival was one of our outstanding achievements. The fine skill of our swimmers and endless support of their team mates, is something Murdoch should be very proud of. Credit must go to Narelle Austin, Andrew Litster and Graeme Esslemont who throughout their five years at All Saints' have contrived to achieve great success, with their remarkable ability for swimming. Sian Halliwell also should be congratulated for her fine achievements in swimming nationally.

O'CONNOR

Under the excellent leadership of our captains, Lisa Watson and Simon Stone, along with the capable vice captains Bruce Lee and Rebecca Gulvin, O'Connor house with its usual enthusiasm and team spirit fared well in the sporting side of College Life. We came third in the Interhouse swimming carnival and did very well in the junior division of the Inter house cross country.

For nearly four years the members of O'Connor have been saying that sport isn't everything and that they were in fact brilliant on the academic and cultural side of college life!

Our athletes, Robert Trinder and Cassandra Trinder in the Cross Country achieved Champion Boy and Runner Up Champion Girl. Murdoch who also display fine talents in Athletics is confident of another success this year in the Interhouse Athletics in October.

Culturally, Murdoch has many talented members who displayed such talents at the Interhouse Eistedfodd. Again Murdoch was

In 1985, with the first Interhouse Eistedfodd being hosted, O'Connor proved just that, with the very able and polished performances of Christina Laycock and the O'Connor quartet of Simon Stone, Darren Melior, Travis Butler and Scott Ritchie. With this fine talent O'Connor won the Interhouse Eistedfodd and went down in the history books as being the "cultural custodians" of All Saints' College.

Of course we never would have achieved these heights of success without all of O'Connor team working together, with enthusiasm and dedication. Well done O'Connor.

Sarah Hawley

YEAR 7

Anne Marie Evans, Marina Wroth, leremy Pyle, Matthew Vowles, Monique Halliday, George Papantoniou, Nicholas Alexander, Pauline Lee, Simon Harrison, Sarah Pressley, Christine McConville, David Barker

Front Row, left to right: Alexander Schwetz, Todd Mairs, Brendon Bryden, Mrs K. Askins, Rachael Hartley, Kelly lackson, Kylie Chan

Term 1

FORM 7A

The first day of school was the most nervous day ever. The first three periods were spent getting acquainted with the students, teachers and surroundings.

During the first term we were introduced to many new subjects and activities: Language Studies, Typing, Home Economics, Industrial Arts, Science, Speech and Drama and Clubs and Societies period.

After settling in, we were on our annual school camp to Donnelly River. (Mrs Askins deliberately fell down some stairs and broke three ribs to avoid coming on camp with us!) Mrs Wilmot kindly took her place. We had an exciting time visiting mines, trout hatcheries, animal farms and a wood chip mill. Every morning we had to rise and shine for our daily exercises with Mr Lickfold down at the oval.

Term 2

After arriving back from the school holidays, we found term 2 even better than term 1. We

went on two excursions to help us with our Social Studies. Our first one was to Parliament House. We were shown each house and taught a bit about the history and how it works. Our second excursion was a bit further on into the term. It was to the Alcoa mine and refinery at Pinjarra. We arrived there by bus at about 10.30 a.m. We then collected samples of bauxite alumina before viewing a film about the refining process. We were then split into two groups. Half of us touring the refinery while the rest visited the mine site. The trip was thoroughly enjoyed by all.

We have gained some experience in hockey, gymnastics and athletics during our double period of P .E. on Monday mornings. We would like to thank Mr Lickfold for giving us extra confidence in these activities.

In the beginning of second term, a lower secondary school scholarship exam was held. We would like to congratulate Pauline Lee and Daniel Fick for winning the scholarship.

During mid second term, we had a Year 7 and 8 social. Surely, of course, everyone had a very

7A

Back Row, left to right: Todd Lavender, Daniel Fick, Natalie lones, Taren Murphy, Wade Robins, Genevieve Broadfoot, lustin Thomas, lane Waddy, Anna Kotai, Rebecca Postma, Richard Lee, Travis Smithson Middle Row, left to right:

exciting evening. All seemed to mix very well. It consisted mainly of dancing, eating and in whole, just great fun!

Term 3

7W FORM NOTES

Most of the kids weren't too happy to come back to school after their most enjoyed holidays, but soon enough, nearly everything was made up for.

The College Production for this year, "HALF A SIXPENCE!" is well on its way. It will be played next week. All are looking forward to it!

Our year at this new school was mainly very good but a few exceptions are that we suffered a huge amount of tests and too many physical exertions during P .E. and fitness. Thanks to Mrs Askins, Mrs Williams and Mr Lickfold for encouraging us on!

As you can see, we've greatly enjoyed this year and we hope that next year's students will enjoy their first year as much as we did at All Saints' College!

Kylie Chan, Taren Murphy, Marina Wroth, Pauline Lee

The Year 7's were nervous on their first day of school, some more than others, but most of us soon found new friends. We settled into the All Saints' routine and we met all our new teachers. No one had any complaints - yet!?· Mrs Williams said we were all rather nice to start with too, but she feels our true characters are certainly beginning to show through.

The year has had many highlights other than constant homework and weekly contracts. one of the first major events was our camp: Oops, sorry concentration camp. Ha Ha! only joking. The camp at Donnelly River was really pretty good as we made friends and Bianca managed to make sure that Mrs Williams didn't suffer from oversleeping. We swam in a rather dubious water hole, ate rotten inferior food, went on a variety of excursions including a day on a farm and also visited a deer park. In the evenings we had a social and fancy dress, a quiz night, a video night and a concert night which ably displayed the talents of some of our class members.

We enjoyed the visits to the College by the Theatre in Education group and the Spare Parts

7W

Back Row, left to right: Peter Milner, Andrew Gosling, Gemma Carter, Briary Graharn, Jonathon Greville, Matthew Sehmidt, Reeee Tonkin, Bronwyn Alaimo, Christina Layeoek, Kate Charlebois, Kelly Wheatley Middle Row, left to right: Seott Olsen, Ben Cole, Kathryn Steele, Bianea Roberlson, Phillipa Brown, Simone Brand, Simon Luseombe, Jeremy Skepper, Craig Joslin, Fleur Downs Front Row, left to right: Alieia Woods, Kirsten Vickers, Cheryl MeCool, Mrs J. Williams, Lineoln Dale, David Ranson, Slephen Wise

Puppet Theatre and our trip to Alcoa was very educational as some people would say. The tour guide was a little over enthusiastic as we.didn't have lunch till 2 p.m. and most of the nOises on the bus were rumbling stomachs. Despite our hunger the machinery and mine sites .",,:ere. very interesting as were the areas of rehabilItatIOn.

Lickfold looked gorgeous dressed as a Toyota woman and I went as a punk!

Thursday we went on a tour of the Greenbushes tin mines and all afternoon we practised for our concert. The concert turned out to be a real talent show and we had all sorts of different items and games to follow.

We are also going to visit the Art Gallery with Mrs Prosser and the Slow Learning Children's Activity School later in the year.

Some of us have been really working very hard for the College production of "Half a Sixpence" - anyway it is a good excuse not to do homework.

The Year 7 and 8 Social in second term was a real highlight and some of the characters and costumes were outstanding. It is just as well you don't need partners to dance with, although some of the boys were real gentlemen, including the unnamed class member who actually asked Mrs Williams for a dance - she accepted.

The over all year has been an experience for us all. We have learned a lot and are now well prepared for Year 8. On behalf of the class we would like to thank Matthew Schmidt and Peter Milner for being our Student Council Representatives and we are grateful for all the support and understanding of our two Year 7 teachers, Mrs Williams and Mrs Askins and all the otaer staff who have had to deal with a pretty lively bunch.

Kirsten Vickers, Bianca Robertson, Jonathon Greville, Peter Milner

DONELLY RIVER CAMP

Friday was a sad day as the end had come all too quickly.

We left Donnelly at 10 a.m. and started the long trip home.

All thanks go to Mrs Williams, Mr Lickfold, Mrs Wilmot and the parents who so happily assisted.

The camp was great!

THE OLD MAN

Christina Laycock

Thoughts are whirling around and around in my head. They keep telling me how lonely I feel, how hardly anybody speaks to me, how I'm not respected and how I have to sell watermelons amongst the garbage cans to collect a few pennies.

"Oh! here comes a lady right now," I said to myself. It was late in the afternoon and this was my first customer.

"Hello, may I please have two watermelons?" asked the young lady.

"Of course you may!" I answered eagerly. "That will be three pennies please."

I gave her the watermelons and stared at the money I had just earned.

On the 11th of March, Year 7 went on their camp to River.

We gathered on the Monday morning at 8.30 a.m. and we were all really excited. Soon we got into the bus and off we went.

Now my thoughts were asking me, what should I do with this money? Should I save it or spend it on something to eat?

It took us about 5 hours to reach Donnelly, and when we arrived we settled in to our various huts. That night we had a video which most of us were too tired to watch.

Tuesday proved to be one of the best days of all as we went to Yarangkata farm. There we had donkey rides, rounded up sheep and chased chickens. We tried spinning wool, making bread and also had donkey cart rides. That night we had a quiz where my group were so bad we weren't even allowed to get the boobie prize.

Before I got to answer my protruding thoughts, I had fallen into a deep sleep. Nightfall slowly crept forward.

Wednesday was a tiring day. As our first we visited the chip mill which was interesting, then we had lunch at Pemberton and then we went to the Bunnings timber mill followed by a visit to the trout hatchery. Wednesday night we had a fancy dress and social and it was great!! Mr

The birds were twittering in the treetops where warm sunlight seeped through. Bells were ringing. These were the sounds of the small town awakening.

"Had I really slept all night?" I asked myself. My stomach was rumbling like thunder. I was terribly hungry. I didn't have time to go and buy something to eat. So I settled down to eat my sweet, juicy watermelons. I was so hungry that I didn't realise I had eaten all of my watermelons. I looked like a foolish child. I was so sticky that everything I touched stuck to me. My supply of water was low so I couldn't wash myself.

Now that my stomach was full and I was comfortable, I wrapped up, closed my eyes and soon fell asleep. Kylie Chan, 7A

MY QUEST

As my yacht pulled up and landed on a golden beach, I knew I had reached my destination. The uncharted Isle of Sun. Before me there was a vast expanse of desert. I headed out on the lonely journey across it.

About half way across strange things started happening. Bright lights of all colours started flashing around me. Looking up, I was bewildered. A white disk the size of a car was hovering one hundred feet in the air. All of a sudden a red laser beam landed next to me, creating an explosion. the U .F.O. was firing at me.

I started to run, as fast as r could. As r did so, the U.F.O. rose and then vanished. It was then I noticed a black haze on the horizon. I headed towards it. Getting a bit closer, weeds and shrubs started to flourish as I was at the edge of the desert. by now I realised that the haze was a forest.

I entered it; the trees were tall and dark green. Over the years they had grown close together forming almost endless walls. A huge tree was standing in the middle of a small clearing, it was enormous. It seemed old and wise. Going around it, before my eyes was a beautiful sight. The sight r had journeyed for; the forbidden pool. It was glassy calm, motionless, apart from a place where a waterfall tumbled in. I was bewildered, excited yet too amazed to send up the yell of victory I wanted to. According to the old manuscripts in my uncle's house, "there should be a cave nearby," I said quietly to myself. I walked around the pool to the waterfall. It was icy cold.

Then I saw it, a cave under the waterfall! I plunged through the waterfall into the silence beyond.

To my amazement, there was the Treasure of the forbidden pool. Gold and gems glittered in the dark cavern creating an indescribable glow. "My quest was over."

Todd Mairs, 7A

THE MOON

It's a planet of endless galaxies

A childs idea of a piece of green Cheese half eaten. It's a big round marble rolling Round and round.

A scientists answer to a prayer. A young lovers delight. Illuminated globe in the sky. The cause of a werewolf's nightmare. It's just another one of America's Happenings been and gone.

Kelly Jackson, 7A

MOON POEM

As r was travelling around the moon Looking for something new, I noticed another small planet, Blue, green with splashes of white, These white splashes were clouds. Shapes of all description, Some small and square, Others, the shape of a spiral. It's great up here always having day, Your shadow never lengthening. It feels so strange, Going to sleep at noon.

The moon differs from Earth, And in so many ways. Craters dot the surface, Mountains line the horizon Gray and Black, seem to be the only recognisable colours. When a meteorite crashes, It makes no noise. Neither does anything else.

Daniel Pick, 7A

THE MOON

Dark and black Awful, alien world Round us nothing but darkness Knowing we are alone Nearby lunarbugs slither silently Earth thousands of miles away Surrounded by meteors, comets and creators Silenced in a world of our own.

Natalie lanes

MOON REPORT

The moon seems to be so barren and desolate but at the same time exciting.

The rock samples we collected were of a granite-like nature, all having sharp edges. Because there are no forces acting against the rocks and minerals, except crashing meteors, mOst rocks are still big.

It is a most unwelcome place; by day the temperature of the surface facing the sun reaches 100 degrees Celsius, while at night it drops to -155 degrees Celsius.

The surface of the moon is very rocky and rugged. The seas (plains) are often surrounded by very high mountain ranges. The highest being 10,000 metres in height - higher than Mt Everest.

Daniel Fick, Year 7

VICTORY

A young boy awakens in a dream. It seems as if he's in a crystal cave, unaware of what is lurking behind him. He keeps on walking unaware of the dangers, inquisitively looking at the marvellously shaped crystals chiming together.

Pa, Ma and myself took my brother, Malkua, to his special bay where he would fish. My brother was too young to understand what would happen. I knew life would never be the same without Malkua.

The mysterious life form is getting closer, closer, closer, then strikes, but misses. The young boy quickly looks around seeing his enemy frustrated with his bad shot. The boy takes advantage of the five second silence and runs down the cave, his loud footsteps echoing in the crystals, making them chime louder and louder. His enemy is following, seeming to get closer, slowly but surely. Then all of a sudden the boy falls down a pit, falling, falling, seeming to go on forever. His fall seems to slow down as if he was in outerspace.

Then he lands onto this unknown place. He decides to have a look around and see what's up ahead. There seems to be some sort of old ruins up ahead of him. He looks at these marvellous ruins quite innocently, not knowing that his enemy had followed him down the pit and was hot on his heels. The boy keeps on looking fascinated by the old ruins. There was an old sword lying on the ground, it looked very heavy and he was doubtful whether he could lift it up or not.

Night came and everyone in the village gathered together to see if the moon was full. I clung to my mother in fear. Then suddenly the moon appeared and gasps of horror grew around the tribe.

His hand moves down to touch it but he is all of a sudden hurled into a near-by wall. For the first time he sees his enemy quite large and ugly looking. The boy dodges him looking at the sword. Surprisingly he lifts it up with one hand. He sees his enemy and with one blow he falls to the ground. He looks up in defeat ... then falls. The boy is victorious, he has won.

The young boy wakes up feeling very happy. He seems to feel different, but what he doesn't know is that he has become a man.

Matthew Schmidt, 7W

SACRIFICE

Night was coming nearer and I hoped it wouldn't be a full moon because if it was a full moon then my young brother would be in danger. In our village, Makoongachaiy, every full moon on a special night a young boy would be beheaded. And they would pour the oozing blood into a special container which they believed would keep Killangchu, the evil spirit away.

I always dreaded this day. I had hoped it would never come, but here it is.

Everyone in the village spent all their time with their sons, praying it wouldn't be a full moon.

The moon was ... was FULL! I screamed and Pa came over to comfort me for he had been through other terrors before in this village. I jumped up, took my brother and ran to our grass hut.

I put him in my lap and just stared at him with tears dripping from my eyes. Other people started running away with their sons, but it was no use. In the morning we would be told whose son would be the sacrifice. I fell asleep with my brother in my lap, I hoped never to wake up.

At dawn everyone looked at my brother, the fear grew up inside me. I then knew it was my dear brother to be sacrificed.

IfAlicia Woods, 7W

lane Waddy, Year 7

OUR ADVENTURE

We were soaring through space in some space craft we had invented. To our amazement we were hit by a shower of meteors which put our craft out of control. We floated around in space for hours on end. While our fix-it men were fixing our craft our family was trying hard to forget that we were lost and we may never ever get back to earth. While doing so I tried many different things but I couldn't get over it. Finally we hit something and came to a dead halt. Dad and I were first to the screen to see what it was. We turned it on and there was land. Our butler got our suits and we put them on. I raced everybody out. After feeding some information into the computer it said that we were about 300,000 km from earth. We survived on the unknown planet for years. One day we were walking around the planet Dad got caught in a rock slide and was hit on the head. Luckily for him he was only knocked unconscious. We took him back to the craft and bandaged him up. Dad was still a bit drowsy the next day but he was OK. When he was better we took off in search of earth. After flying for days and days we sighted something that looked like earth. The captain got closer to try and contact the command tOwer to see if he could get a clear landing. Soon we were back on earth.

The End

me some old clothes and a bit of money. I don't live anywhere, I spend all my time here. At nights I go around the corner and across the road where there is a bus stop and I sleep there the night. But what about my family? The truth is I have no family. My wife abandoned me years ago and the last time I heard from my family was six months ago when I received a letter saying they wanted to put me in a home. But I've got a few years yet, so I ran away like a little boy who couldn't have his lollipop."

"Hey, mister, can ya move ya crate? You're on top of me number eight!" asked the little boy. He'd been shaking me for a while now, but I'd been daydreaming.

"I said, could you move your crate, so I can jump on number eight." "Oh yeah." I finally caught on. Somehow I felt more comfortable talking to a child than an adult. I moved the crate.

"Ta" said the kid. Eventually he tired of the game and walked away. I ventured toward the bus stop for the night.

Taren Murphy, Year 7

THE MAN

Brendon Bryden

YOU'RE ON TOP OF ME NUMBER EIGHT

Here comes that woman again, looking disgusted at the state of the market. She comes every day but doesn't seem to notice me. If she can notice the market's becoming a bit of a rubbish dump, you'd think that surely she could notice an old grandad like me who can only afford to live outside an old market.

And there's the same small child playing hopscotch next to me. I feel kind of sorry for him. He just seems to roam the streets on his own.

"How much are the lettuces?" the young woman asks me. I reply that I'm not an assistant, she nods and doesn't seem to care much. I suppose she can't be bothered going inside and getting someone to tell her. She walks away. I feel like shouting out to her, "I'm not an assistant, but guess what I do for a living. Guess where I get my money to feed myself with! Guess where I live. Guess where my family is!" And I would reply, without waiting for her to answer, "The truth is, I do nothing for a living, I just sit here on this old crate all day. I get most of my money from passers by who take pity on me, and sometimes the Samaritans give

The old man's face revealed his many years, as his body slouched lazily over the old wooden box. Dust had gathered around his feet during the long nights he had spent lying there. Where were the good old days? Ah, just to remember the wonderful streets filled with carriages and the barber shops and yes, how wonderful it was to remember his beloved wife. Why had the earth been so cruel? Why had God taken her away from him? Nothing seemed fair these days. Even his own children disowned him. Society took him to be an outcast. Now all he had to live in was this old market place.

His only friends were the animals that gathered around and the children. Every day after school, many children would meet and sit at the old man's feet, listening to the wonderful stories he would tell of the good old times.

People would stop, directly in front of him, stare, make a comment like "you poor soul" and walk on - probably never to think of him again. For food, he would scavenge through the maggot-infested bins, eating scraps no-one else could fit in because of full stomachs. "Oh to have a full stomach" the man would think to himself.

Days pass, the winters cold winds sweep painfully over him. For this man, it is all too much. Why try hold on any longer?

His eyes close ...

Chris Laycock, 7 W

YEAR 8

SC

Back Row, left ro right: Nicholas Heah, Julien Hatton, Suzanne Maley, Aaron Treloar, Michael Camarri, Alexandra Taylor, Marcus Benbow, Natalie Comley, Adam Jackson, Theresa Cruse, Stephen Ross, Troy Reany, Jason Wright

Middle Row, left to right: Mark Clements, Dale Taylor, Heidi Miller, Matthew Johnson, Victoria Westoby, Ainslie Castle, Susan Boland, Darryl Lansley, Kristy Barr, Sara Langridge, Kelly Friend, Julia Overington Front Row, left to right: Marc Hughes, Sharon Robartson, Adam Leighton, Miss G.K. Gleghorn, Julian Silburn, Lyndal Heedes, Jo-Anne Fathers

8C

1985 began very well with Miss Cleghorn at the helm. We all thought that she was a very nice teacher but soon found out the absolute truth! It wasn't long before we settled down to hard work, but this was interrupted in three weeks by a camp to Serpentine.

Tuesday morning arrived and we were bundled onto two buses and shoved off to Serpentine. It was a lovely trip and we arrived in high spirits.

The week went by smoothly and we all enjoyed ourselves immensely. It didn't take us very long to get to know everyone. We soon found friends.

Back at school the routine of tests, tests and more tests was soon established. It was a happy class that saw the end of term. During the vacation the jet-setters disappeared from the state. Dazzle was in Hong Kong (and he didn't

bring Miss Cleghorn any pearls). Adam went to Bali and Theresa went to Singapore.

Term two started with Susan Boland breaking her arm (thanks to Sharon!) and, apart from a visit to hear the WA symphony orchestra, the term was uneventful. We were deserted for two weeks by Miss Cleghorn who was eating her heart out in France while we slaved away under the control of Mrs Thornton. Miss Cleghorn is now back but the work still comes on thick. At present Sharon, Heidi, Ainslie and Susan are singing away all afternoon and weekends for "Half a Sixpence".

Michael and Darryl have represented us well in the Student Council. Sports representatives for the school were: Netball - Lyndal, Alex, Julia, Theresa, Vicki, Natalie and Sharon; Football - Darryl and Julian; Soccer - Mark and Adam Jackson; Gymnastics - Heidi and Joanne; Cross-country - Mark, Michael, Nicky and Adam Jackson.

8D

Back Row, left to right: Richard Dale, Julie Lehman, Daren Hill, Christa Kaminski, Michael Postma, Paul James, Katherine Smith, Lucas Herps, Suzanne Eaves, Karen Alexander, Michael Hoare, Susan Wright Middle Row, left to right: Andrew Youngs, Paul Eddison, Rene Tyndall, Julia Osborne, Carol Rowley, Marissa Taylor, Jodie Callum, Michelle Warman, Vanes sa Lok, Beth Rodgers, Christopher Jeffrey, Nicholas Catt Front Row, left to right: Robin Gimblett, David Robins, Nelson Wong, Mr D. Davies, Andrew King, Kurtis Scott, Brendan Easton

8D

At the beginning of the year most of us were new-corners. The first words of our new teacher, Mr Davies, told us it would be a long, hard year.

Julia and Michelle have worked hard as our representatives for the Student Council. We have also had our fair share of clowns, comedians and brains.

Fortunately during second term we were able to have a one-day break from Mr Davies, as his wife gave birth to a baby boy. We gave him a congratulatory card but somehow he managed to defuse the detonator.

We did not have a Social in the first term due to the Year 8 Camp at Serpentine, but our Fancy Dress Social in term two proved to be a great success. Snugglepot and Cuddlepie, the Charleston Girls, the Queen of Hearts, Madonna and a host of others made for an outrageously fun night. Thanks to the staff and Year 11 and Year 12 students who gave up their Friday night to run it for us. We are now all looking forward to our river cruise.

During the middle of second term we were sorry to say goodbye to one of our classmates, Rebecca, who left for England but Paul Eddison joined us shortly afterwards and has settled in well.

The majority of our class entered into the Telethon Fun Run. Although 8P raised the highest total we believe that our $329 was a good effort. The sporting events that have occurred this year have revealed some of 80's star athletes. Susan, especially, showed her ability as a swimmer in the Inter-House Carnival and as a gymnast in the All Saints' team.

Renee is the only member of our class in the College Production, "Half-a-Sixpence". Unfortunately, Susan had to withdraw from the dance scene because of another commitment.

Overall 1985 has been a great year. It has had, to use one of Mr Davies' favourite expressions, "all the grace and charm of a refugee from a Saturday night milkbar". We all look forward to 1986.

Carol Rowley and Beth Rodgers

8H

The year kicked off to a great start with our camp at Serpentine. We all became acquainted and sorted out everyone's good and bad points. Also in the process we made many new friends. After all of the !!!FUN!!!? and work at the camp was over, we were all herded onto buses and carted back to school where we had to adjust to a term of slave driving, with Mr Hanson acting as our slave master.

Through the year we encountered the following highlights:

1. Firstly our Form house (Murdoch) for the third consecutive time thrashed the other houses to come over-all champion in the Inter House Swimming Carnival.

2. Also we experienced continuous interruptions by some of the boys trying to be funny by lodging sick comments at the most inappropriate moments.

3. Then we move on to our passionate loving romances, when puppy love filled the air. Four of the boys in our class managed at least one romance (but one boy with the initials R.H. managed a whole three romances). The "men" were R.H., l.K., D.M. and l.C. (P.S. - R.H. is really Casanova in reincarnation.)

4. Also not to be left out was the Year 7 and 8 fancy dress Social, held in second term. Every­

body came in an array of costumes ranging from monks to Cleopatras. After hours of judging the disc-jockeys came up with the verdict that 1ulia Overington dressed as Tina Turner from the movie Mad Max III would win the fancy dress prize of junk food which consisted of mars bars, milky ways and kit kats. But the most ridiculous looking person at the social turned out to be Miss Cleghorn who arrived with a frizzy yellow wig with freckles - supposedly dressed as a little girl but she looked more like a cabbage patch kid. This was really a sight not to be missed!

This year entailed a fair load of work and we all certainly learned a lot. The work mostly came from the core subjects. Mind you language, home economics and Industrial arts were very popular subjects and they really were a new and exciting experience for us all.

Everybody is also looking forward to the river cruise and that great event in which Murdoch is sure to win "The Athletic Carnival".

But there is one specific day - (event?) 8H is particularly looking forward to this term - the last day of school for 1985 and from there on we must all bravely face the future challenges that 1986 presents!!!

Tristan

Perry and Chelsea Lyjord

8H

Back Row, left to right: Ryan Houston, Amanda Frodsham, Jennifer Holden, Jane Fewtrell, Gareth Lindegger, Jason Courtman, David Kennington, Fiona Riches, Rebecca Morcombe, Chelsea Lyford, David Robartson Middle Row, left to right: Peter Spencer, Timothy Wilcox, David Harding, Amanda Third, Todd Smith, Justin Ryan, Alyson Andrews, Kate Pulich, Brenda Palmer, Louise Wholey, Mark Youens, Michelle Dayman Front Row, left to right: Jason Knight, Keir Morrison, Mark Bridson, Catriona Esslemont, Mr B. Hanson, Tristan Perry, Vanes sa Holmes, Marina Adams, David McInnes

8P

Back Row. left to right: Christopher Murphy, Katherine Docking, Cameron Bell, Michael Fairnie, Joseph Geha, Mark Adams, Michael Gurr, Katherine Gosling, Sarah Came, Sasha Tiller, Bryson Derbyshire, Adam Lyons Middle Row, left to right: Colin Brown, Anna Coxon, Sharon Hanson, Nicholas Johnson, Karen Golding, Julia Ellen, Sara Leckie, Pia-Anna Charlesbois, Paul Passmore. Elizabeth Newby, Steven Marcos, Aaron Grice Front Row. left to right: Johanne Thomas, Adrian Avery, Joanne Pearson, Mrs J. Prescott, Jodie Soulsby, Andrew Jones, Belinda James 8P

Yep, it's the thing that everyone has been waiting for ... the 8P Report!!! Now to begin - term 1 was filled with, well you could say, not the most happiest of terms especially for teachers but was filled with a lot of "getting to know you's" and of course swimming. The great day was held at the Melville Pool and congratulations to Forrest to a great second place. We also found out our champions: Michael Fairnie - Athletics; Belinda lames. loanne Thomas - Quietness; Adrian Avery; Anna Coxon - Brains; and really the whole form for being chatterboxes going at the loudest and fastest pace.

By second term things had settled down and 8P tried to be a team. And succeeded! Well you could say that we succeeded in breaking the All Saints' College record for the loudest class and for having terrorised many of our teachers. Our mouths worked on the whole, well as a team. Highlights were the Social which for our class featured Snow White to Bunny's and Pirates to Indians. Third term has been so far a good one. Thanks to Chris Murphy (who by the way raised over $100) we managed to top the school with

$779.09 in the fun run. Peters Packs were distributed amid licking of lips and ice-cream hungry stomachs. So far 1985 has been a terrific year for all 8P's and we just hope that 1986's 8P's live up to our standards.

Oh, by the way, 1985's 8P's can go jump. We are now on top and will remain on top for eternity. So long! v th . D k' I\.a enne DC mg

YEAR 8 CAMP - SERPENTINE

On our way to Serpentine we were entertained continuously by a certain talented comedian namely Tristan Perry who told jokes at the speed of a million jokes an hour. The trip seemed to take forever and by the time we got there we were so exhausted we sprawled out in the hot sun on the cool green grass - baggage and all.

After the speeches on rules etc., etc., we retired to our arranged dorms to unpack, only to be out in 10 minutes flat for another speech.

Later on, after lunch (YUM!) we had our daily half an hour siesta. Arranged activities e.g. softball, tennis, volleyball, mini golf or cricket, that was really great.

Dinner went down well into the hungry, empty stomachs of the overworked Year 8's. We each had a roster of setting and serving, dishwashing, etcetera ...

Anyway, after dinner we had to go to bed (about 10.00 p.m.). The next morning we awoke to an unwelcome call to Mr Hanson's daily 6.30 a.m. workout. Most of us would have been dead to the world at that time.

The next couple of days passed breezily and we enjoyed a mini-pool Olympics which MURDOCH won. Everyone was having a great time and it was good to see so many people involved.

On another day we had field sports which included everything from Human letter forming to egg throwing. That was enjoyable but sticky too. Everyone received a lolly for their efforts.

We also had night activities such as country dancing which included games as well, a skitnight, which almost every camp has; after all what would camp be without the good ole "skit" night? We also watched Star Trek II which some people thought was boring and went to bed half way through.

When we arrived back at school all weary, black-baggy eyed we started unloading the buses. We were greeted with rain that didn't help much. But really, camp was terrific and the Year 8's thanks go to the staff and parents involved. I hope we have a great camp next year too!!

Jenny

Holden and Mandy Third

A BUSHRANGER

and his gang

1. The plans for the night, Were going fine Keep out of sight, 'till we meet at nine.

2. The gang were rough, but they knew for sure, they would need to be tough

· .. or forever poor!

3. The victim was rich, and the carriage came nearer. They lay low in the ditch, the hoof beats grew clearer.

LEPROSY

Leprosy, little pieces falling off me, I'm not half the man I used to be, o Leprosy come suddenly. Why my tongue dropped off when I coughed, I do not know Somethings wrong and so is this song there goes my toe Oh, Oh Leprosy.

THE END?

Stephen Ross, 8C

One night when my companions and I were playing and eating into a crop of lupins we heard a faint roaring noise. As my friends were frightened they disappeared into their warrens but I was curious so I stayed to see what it was. Speckled light came through the bushes. Then a 4WD came onto the track. A blinding light shone onto my eyes. 1 ran as far my legs could take me as I was trying to escape the light and noise. It was close behind. Struck with fear I stopped, so did the car. The light was too much for me, I turned away. I heard a shot, the dirt beside me went flying. They had shot at me and had missed. Instinctively 1 ran, bumping into things and bouncing off again. 1 heard another shot this time it hit me and I rolled over six times before stopping.

I tried to get up and run but 1 had lost my sense of co-ordination, I could only kick and jolt about. One of the men picked me up by the hind legs (I was still kicking) and took me to the car. He grabbed a steel rod, raised it above his head and brought it down with tremendous force. As he did I squealed the loudest squeal 1 had ever squealed. As it struck my head all the colours of the rainbow flashed in front of me, then 1 found myself floating in the clouds. What was I?

D. Kennington, 8H

POEMS

4. "Attack" cried the 'olden, and the chaos began.

S. Into the night, they rode possessed. It was their last "job"

· .. the bullion was stolen, it was shared man to man.

· they all confessed.

Chelsea LyJord, 8H

Writing poems, a creative expression Creates in me a great deal of depression. Writing poems, a crashing bore Causes heart-ache to the core. Writing poems gives me the rots And turns my stomach into knots. My fingers cramp; my throat goes dry; I'm so dejected I could cry.

Trying to write an impossible verse Draws from me a violent curse. As for stanza, this extectancy Causes a powerful suicidal tendency. Andrew King, Year 8

THE MIDGET

TALK AT THE BUS-STOP

Mum had just walked off into the crowd so I decided to sit on the bench, in the middle of the mall.

Out of the crowd then waddled a midget. She was extremely small, and slightly, well, unattractive. It was funny, though, because even though she wasn't very pretty, she had a sweet, friendly way about her. She was wearing small green overalls with a navy blouse underneath. On her feet she wore old Roman-type sandals. In one hand she was carrying a parcel, and in the other, a list which she seemed to be memorising as she waddled along.

Her facial features were quite prominent, especially her eyes. They were the brightest blue. They sparkled and danced as she walked. Her face was quite wrinkled and she had a short, stubby nose. As she was saying things to herself (from her list) I noticed a gold tooth.

Then she was gone in amongst the crowd.

Julie Lehman, Year 8

DEATH

The gurgle of waves

Echoing in my ears

Will I live?

Or will I die?

Martha sat huddled in a corner of the bus stop out of the wind. She was sure the bus was due any time but that's what she'd been thinking for the last half hour.

In the other corner sat Henry. He had been sitting there since before Martha had arrived, but unlike Martha he was not disturbed by the fact that the bus was late. He was asleep.

As he sat he slouched further and further off the seat. What'll I do if he falls onto the floor? thought Martha. Maybe I should wake him up. I hope he's just asleep and not ill or dead.

She kept looking in the direction of the bus, half hoping it would arrive and half hoping it wouldn't. Not yet, not until she'd worked out what to do about Henry.

Well it's none of my business. I'm not going to be a busy-body. If he wants to miss the bus that's his business, not mine, Martha decided.

The familiar sound of the bus rounding the corner brought Martha back to reality. Determined to stay with her decision she jumped up and clutching her handbag, strolled forward towards the bus. Not noticing Henry's sprawling feet she tripped over, falling flat on her face.

Arouse my most frightening fears

Should I give up?

0, not I

Is death so bad after all,

That I should suffer, cough and sprawl?

Is life as wonderful as poets say?

Do birds really sing so gay?

Is music so beautiful to make one dream?

Is blood so horrid to make one scream?

Aroused by the sudden disturbance Henry opened his eyes to see the bus pulled to a halt in front of the bus stand. Standing up he stepped briskly over poor Martha.

"Hey! Lady! Don't go to sleep down there this is the last bus for the day and you don't want to miss it," Henry called to Martha as he stepped onto the bus.

"Some people sleep in strange places," he commented to the bus driver as he paid his fare.

Theresa Cruse, 8C

To know that death's a step away

To think a lifetime in a day

A frightening thing 1 do confess

The thoughts of now and after death

THE SNAKE

A CHANGE IN MOOD

A/ex Tay/or, 8C

Silent and undisturbed the snake lies curled up, his sleek head resting on his scaly, smooth, green body, in the hot summer sun. His brown beady eyes, still open, are on the lookout for any signs of predators who dare to make their presence known. Darting back and forth in his long, black forked tongue. As the day wears on, the snake begins to slowly slither away to forage for food!

Heidi Miller, 8C

She sits there by the glass door, Looking at her reflection. And slowly brings up her tiny paw And touches the shining glass Only to find the second cat wasn't there. She turns away her little face And her eyes enlarge, As she has spotted a bit of string. She gets ready to attack, steadying, and ... SMASH. She has missed, poor cat! Her little moist nose has bashed against the wall. She slouches up to the couch where I am sitting And jumps into my lap, and nestles Against my woolly jumper And she begins to purr ever so softly

Susan Wrighl, Year 8

THE SAD LIFE OF A MONKEY

Why am I not out there?

Why can I not play?

To play with children, please!

Just for one half day I have not one true girlfriend I never go on dates

Cold bars are my companions My everlasting mates.

A/ex Tay/or, BC

A SHEARING SHED

Out in the barren, dry land of Australia

Lies one of many shearing sheds

With the tin bent up at the sides And rust growing

Like a vine creeping up And giving it a new coat

Of a different texture and colour.

The wind tosses and turns

Throwing red coloured sand

Everywhere And then settles down

The rusty metal creaks

As the wind rubs against it.

Inside

Rusty implements lie

With cobwebs covering them

if it had been severely beaten. Black, dark bruises covered every inch of its abdomen. The plump round figure lay helplessly still. It was doomed ...

A sharp knife glittered and glistened in the bright sunlight, twinkling like a star. Its sharp, pointed tip slowly descended into its victim. A thick, clear substance oozed out of the deep cut, resembling lava flowing out of an immense volcano. A showery fountain sprinkled the queer substance everywhere. Several more deep cuts were made. The once round figure was brutally dissected.

Finally, he put the minute pieces of the mysterious body into his mouth, savouring every bite. The delicious juice of the orange quenched his unbearable thirst.

Vanessa Lok, Year B

THE CITY

It's full of noise and horrible smells, Pollution in the air. Crowds that push and shove around Show that peace is rare.

Sweaty joggers and hurried shoppers Roam the busy streets, Spilled drinks, cheeses, cakes and beans, And the pong of meats.

They were beginning to break

With the wind blowing them

Determined to break strand by strand

Of the delicate web

The rooms of the shed

Are warm

With the smell of sheep skins And memories.

DOOMED

Ju/ian Si/burn, BC

A large mysterious body lay in his strong hands. The dazzling sunlight revealed an innocent, harmless figure, unaware of its unjust fate. Wrinkles and scars surrounded its body, as

Money exchanged for shoddy items, Empty pockets leave, This whole yukky atmosphere Makes me want to heave!

Ains/ie Castle, BC

LITTLE BROTHER

If you have a little brother then you will know How much it hurts when he bites your toe. He'll pull your hair and kick your face And also throw punches at a furious pace. He'll scream and yell and cry and cry And then he'll tell a whopping lie. With a little brother you have to watch out And always be ready to give him a clout.

Brendan Easton, Year B

YEAR 9

9P

Back Row, left to right: Chad Sayer, Courtney Sheridan, Suzanne Pihu, Fiona Steele, Joshua Turner, Paul Stallard, Saskia Verschoor, Kent Watson, Simone Carter, Stew art Routledge 2nd Row, left to right: Lance Perry, King Lee, Sus an Whyte, Timothy Parkin, Simon Waddy, Leisa Tassell, Robert Shearwood, Mark Verma, Clinton Atkinson, Lisa Maughan Front Row, left to right: Simone Crankshaw, Kiralee Watson, Sharon Vaughan, Jennifer Bearfoot, Mrs S. Parker, Melanie Taylor, Wendy May, Simon Cau, Bryan Watt

9P

As far as the Teachers of All Saints' College are concerned 9P is probably known for their persevering, patience, peaceful, pitiful, pleasurable, plentiful, popular, political (alias Tim Parkins), persuasive, pompous, positive, progressive and peculiar personalities.

In term 1 we had the Interschool Swimming Carnival, with two participants; Simon Waddy and Suzanne Pihu, followed by the Year 9 Social which seemed to be enjoyed by most people.

The Eistedfodd was an outstanding success, with over one third of our class taking part.

We had a few boys who successfully made it into the C.T.G. Football team: Clinton Atkinson, Simon Catt and Courtney Sheridan who was awarded best player. Bryan Watt

excelled in Archery with the remarkable place of third in the Under 15 State Competition.

Congratulations on the fine effort of our two student councils Simon Catt and Tim Parkins.

Saskia Verschoor was our representative in acting of "Half a Sixpence". An outstanding performance. Well done. Also well done to Simon Crankshaw, Lance Perry and Wendy May for their participation in the chorus of the production.

We all enjoyed ourselves at camp. To end our week we had a wrestlemania pillow fight in the girls' dorms leaving the boys victorious but not without sore (swollen) heads.

Our Human Relations lesson proved interesting with clashes between Joshua Turner and Mr Milne. Joshua ended up second best. Overall, we've had an enjoyable year with Mrs Parker battling to keep us under control for 1985.

Back Row, left to right: Kerri-Lyn Watson, Anthony Maley, Adrian Parker, Timothy Greville, Stewart Kempthorne, Jeremy Greay, Thomas Robertson, Adam Schwetz, Darren Gregory Middle Row, left to right: Kim Medcroft, Kay Mumme, Michaela Stone, Gregory Mullings, Natasha Mutch, Andrew Grace, Donna Hardman, Rachel North, Andrew Payne, Jodie Knight Frollt Row, left to right: Kirsty Menzies, Cameron Anderson, Kylie Gare, Andrew Male, Mrs L. Maio, Marguerite Loneragan, Sarah Harrison, Martin Reed, Sally McAppion Absent: Suanne Vale, Richard Leather, Ross Tyndale-Powell

9M

With the arrival of our new mega trendy form teacher who materialised at school decked out in Stuart Membrey gear, 9M got off to a good start. (Apart from the fact Mrs Maio was often mistaken for a new student member.) Besides what kind of smurf goes to Italy for a week-end to buy a pair of deckers?

With Valentine's Day being 3 days into the school year, relationships developed quite rapidly.

Tracey Hedges left for the big city (Port Hedland) and in exchange we will have to put up with Tony Maley. It took a while for Tony to come back to reality after travelling the world for two years. But it didn't take long for him to get broken in by our ... serfs.

The House swimming competition at the beginning of the year brought the best out of Tim Greville (the man from Atlantis) as he showed everyone what he was made of.

A big thanks to Student Council Reps, Donna Hardman and Tim Greville for their lengthy reports at form class and their great work as

class representatives. (Did they do anything to contribute.) Most of the events in the year were a great success, those being; the two socials, term 1 everyone got to show off their wardrobe and in term 2 everyone was able to let their hair down for a daring time at the Fancy Dress social.

Fun Run - was enjoyed by all but Mrs Maio doesn't own a tracksuit and besides smurfets can't run well. How could we forget our 2 talented runners, Greg Mullings and Tim Greville who did very well in this event.

Other events during this year have been the 40 Hour Famine, the tragic Lightning Carnival and last but definitely not least our Kalgoorlie (study!!) camp. This camp was enjoyed by all.

We would like to thank Mrs Maio for her patience during this year and we are pleased to say that she only takes valium three times a day now.

Michaela Stone, Adarn Schwetz, Andrew Male, lody Knight, Tim Greville and Martin Reed

98

The B in 9B could stand for many things; best, brainy, beautiful, brilliant ... The list goes on. Fortunately or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it, the B stands for Bradshaw. We see it as unfortunately. The endless pages of writing, the locker inspections, shoe inspections, scab duties ...

The year has been quite an event for 9B. With Nicholas Hawley scoring top marks on receiving the most inpositions in one week. He even got a freddo frog for bringing all his books to one class. No mentioning any names, Miss Cleghorn! Our great events range from speller of the year, Samuel Burton, tea party of the year (threats from the tea party winners forbid me to print any names).

Not to forget that 9Best is better than 9Hopeless and getting the chance to prove this, 9Best entered the Fun Run determined to beat 9Hopeless. We didn't only cream them but raised $478.

The other eventful occasion this year has been the Year 9 camp. The highlight of the

camp, for us anyway, was the concert. Of

course 9B were the best.

Our year has certainly been exciting in the sports field with everyone in the swimming and the coming up sports carnival. Extra-curricular events like the production have brought strong support from members of 9B.

9B have obviously been an asset to Year 9 (not to mention All Saints' College).

9H FORM REPORT

"Well, hello possumsl"

That sums up 1985 with Miss Healy in 9H. However, a few achievements of the 9H "Family" are worthy of brief mention. Simon Woods and Phillipa Galloway outshone us all as they ruled the class in spontaneous leadership. Robert Cruse won the school squash championships. Kirsty Dixon showed her swimming talent. Robin Pearson and Vanessa Bushby were runners-up for the Year 9 champion girl in the Interhouse Athletics Carnival. lody Dawson showed her violin expertise.

9B

Back Row, left to right: Karen Evans, Devyn Ballard, Anthony Bond, Elizabeth Riley, Brett Schaper, Rona Dunnet, Nicholas Brent, Bradley Cooper, David Albanis, Maxwell Woodgate, Michael Barker, Jason Chan Middle Row, left to right: Rachel Arnold, Caroline Whyte, Melissa Fogarty, Emma Bee, Matthew Scott, Michelle Burton, Andrew Wright, Kate Connors, Rochelle Brinklow, Paul Morris, Petrina Blackburn, David Cheah Front Row, left to right: Sharon Bryden, Joshua Durham, Abigail Atkinson, Mr W. Bradshaw, Samuel Burton, Belinda Campe, Nicholas Hawley

9H

Robert Finney, Merredith Hodge, Paul Flux, Miss M. Healy, Vanes sa Bushby, Clinton Gardner, PhilIipa Galloway

And in conclusion, I'd like to warn all those budding 9H possums - don't look like a scarecrow, don't rock on your horse, and turn those helicopters down!

"Flyaway possums."

By Meredith Hodge, Terri Elliott, Sean Ladlow, Robert Cruse, Simon Woods

YEAR 9 CANOE CAMP

We set off from All Saints' at 5 o'clock on Friday 27th of September and began the one and a half hour drive to Australind. This is where we intended to stop for "food", what food? After a short conference the drivers decided to continue to Bunbury, what a good idea. But on leaving the B.P. Service Station we had an accident (didn't we Mr Dierks!). Thus this unfortunate accident meant we had to stay the night at a caravan park.

We pitched tents and toasted marshmallows as we had resorted to fish and chips for tea. Then a game of spotlight began, but it ended after a short while when an "agro" caravan

park owner appeared. Being told off we went to bed.

Then at 6.30, correction, 5.30, Sarah and Elizabeth woke up and decided to have an early morning chat, only to be told to put a sock in it. About an hour later breakfast had begun, time to stop the tummy rumbles.

With breakfast over the tents and gear was packed up and Mr Dierks carload set off to launch the canoes for our test run in the estuary. After a quick test to check them out we piled into cars and headed for Warner Glen Bridge.

On our arrival at Warner Glen we had a quick lunch and loaded the canoes with backpacks and tents. Ready to go we started paddling down the Blackwood River. All was well until the rain started and we were all soaked. After the heavy hour or so of rain we came across a Tarzan. The canoes were secured and we climbed up the bank. The boys all swung .out and posed for photos, then Sarah as well, only three of us chickened out and we won't say who they were.

Continuing on we met Mr and Mrs Harrison in the dinghy and were told it was only one more

Back Row, left to right: Christopher Kelly, Brendan Fletcher, Ian Crawford, Anthony Evans, Robert Cruse, Daniel Watt, Catherine Halvorson, Paul Denboer, Christopher Fell, Simon Woods, Sean Ladlow, Michael Hatton Middle Row, left to right: Kelly Kanitsch, Cymon Cox, Lisa Barlow, Kirsty Dixon, Shane Comley, Kerryn Hindes, lody Dawson, Robin Pearson, Roger Cunningham, Terry Elliott, Marie Hamilton Front Row, left to right:

bend (which turned into four). We had reached our destination Alexander Bridge and on getting out of the canoes we found some unknown aches and pains. We then pitched tents and lit fires ready for tea. The major event of the night was Flux's baked beans. They were a real blast as they exploded in the fire covering everyone in range.

After tea there were earth games such as lantern stalk and spotlight. Many of uS were tired and hit the sack with glee.

Paul Flux and Darren Gregory

We awakened in the morning to be greeted by a little rain, which was a portent of what was to come. Again we packed up the tents and backpacks and after breakfast we set off for sixteen kilometres of canoeing. This time we had the wind, tired muscles, more rain and water skiers to put up with. This was the final day of canoeing and was more exciting as we reached our destination.

Knowing we had not far to go when we stopped for lunch we were all keen to go on. The sop was an opportunity to eat lunch and dry our rear ends over the fire.

Back in our canoes we began paddling at a reasonable rate. Not long on we saw what we wanted to see, Molloy Island. We turned down a channel and paddled up to the boat ramp,

thankful we had finished our 30km marathon. We travelled up to the "Dierks Residence".

After two days of much effort we collapsed onto a soft couch inside only to be told "you're meant to be roughing it". By now we were getting used to burnt food and hard ground, but most of us had flavour-sealed meals so there was no extra ash and we were too tired to notice the ground.

The following morning was ours after the jobs were done and from 9 until 11 we could explore the island as we pleased. Four boys hired "Henry", a pedal powered buggy while the remainder hired wobbly bikes. At llam we cleaned the canoes, though small canoe fights evolved, and began loading the cars.

After this we left on the I pm ferry and headed for Perth. We arrived at school at 6pm and we were carted home for showers and sleep!

On behalf of the group we would like to thank Mr Dierks for a thrilling, exciting and most probably never to be repeated weekend.

Elizabeth Riley and Sarah Harrison

YEAR 9 CAMP

As most of you know (and in which many delighted) the Year 9 students were transported to the camp settlements in Coolgardie on the 16 September, 1985. We arrived at 1700 hours and were introduced to our hosts, Mr and Mrs Simpson at Railway Lodge. The week's itinerary saw us scout for gold, try our hand at gold-panning, fossick for gems, jump down a mine, observe the omnivorous activities of Hay Street and delight in the panoramic views of the gold fields.

The "Highlights" of the weeks sojournings was the uplifting experience of education in the gold fields. However, most of the students did not find the weeks proceedings as uplifting as the maker intended. They would much rather play video games and fight with a "rake" in the park.

The concert on Thursday Night was deemed to be a success where certain members of the year group extended their imaginations and provided us with a form of cheap entertainment. The acts ranged from Richard Simmons Workout to a bedtime story kindly narrated by Mr Bradshaw about a "gritty little girl who slopped her dripper". The next night we endured the first ten minutes of a video but became fed-up within the next five and went off to bed. We left the following day with a hearty wave from a local yokel and a woof from Bob the miner's dog.

Sean Ladlow, Terri Elliott and Meredith Hodge

MY SPECIAL FRIENDS

I love to watch the clouds drift by, In the ocean of the sky. Clouds are like people, They all have feelings. When it's fine they're always happy, When it's not they're sometimes sad, But clouds are never ever mad. All clouds are different, All clouds are the same. Clouds love each other, They love us too. I'd love to speak to my friends Up there.

THE PRISON

I know exactly what I'd say: Please, don't ever go away. I love to watch the clouds float by, In the ocean of the sky. Have a lookYou'll soon see why.

Peta Burton, 9H

NOOSE

The crowd stood around,

To see the horrible scene. An eager hush fell over everyone, A struggling man, Dragged into the centre. There stood a hooded man, Dressed in black.

The crowd began to yell with hate, As the victim slowly climbed the ladder. The rope was lifted around his neck, And the man stood silently waiting for death. The lever was pulled.

Melissa

The platform fell away beneath the victim's feet, For a few seconds -a hush, Then a scuffle as the crowd moved away, It was over.

Fogarty (adapted), Year 9

PUBLIC HANGING AT TYBURN

The crowd gathered like vultures around a stinking carcase. This was the day they had all been waiting for; the hanging of the malicious cattle slaughterer. In the air was a feeling of anticipation, everything was silent, nothing stirred.

Slowly a figure dressed in black crawled out of the doorway and moved towards the gallows. The crowd poked and jeered at him, he was a hated man. Behind him strode a tall, hooded figure. This figure dragged him up to the platform and slipped the noose around his neck. The floor was dropped . . .

Sharon Bryden, 9B

The walls were damp and dripping with slime. Bodies littered the floor, The squeaking and scurrying

Over the agonized screams

Of the wretched prisoners. Their pitiful hands stretched, Through the cold steel bars.

As they reached out, To the passers-by for help, Help that would never come.

The stench that seeped through

Of rabid rats, could be heard clearly

The crumbling walls was enough

To make any passer-by sick. I walked on in disgust.

DIFFERENT PEOPLE

Anon

All my troubles began when I saw a different looking man coming towards me. He carried an object that had two long poles which were connected by a large sheet of metal. On it were two distinct words, "For Sale". At the sight of this object and the two distinct words I figured that the owners of the house would soon be leaving. "Oh no!" I thought. That young lady who always watered me generously was going to be leaving.

Just then a rather young, but wealthy looking man rolled up at the front of the house in his Rolls Royce. He sat in the car and studied the house with an inquisitive look on his face. At this moment he parked his car and walked towards the house.

Within five minutes, he was back in his car with an extremely happy look on his face.

I sat firmly rooted in the ground, thinking about the man who had just come. A few more people came and looked at the old house, but they didn't walk away so happy as the first man did. Maybe that young man bought the house.

Later that evening the strange man returned, but this time to remove the metal object. This meant someone during the day had bought the house. I bet it was that young wealthy man.

When the family who were previously in the house had left, several removal trucks came, with many beds, couches and cupboards. Then a large bus load of elderly people arrived. A young man ushered them all over to the front door and let them in. Several orderlies gathered around the bus, waiting for suitcases and other luggage items to be passed to them, to carry into the house.

The next day, a bright colourful day, a number of elderly people were taking a walk

around the garden, and pausing at every bush they passed. I thought they were looking for, perhaps a possum, but when they passed me, they lifted my leaves and said, "My, what lovely green leaves you have", and "Aren't you a lovely bush?". They were also telling me about their lives and adventures, as if I were a human being like them. I figured that this old home turned out to be a home for the senile people, as everyday the old people would approach me and pass comment or tell me stories. I didn't mind the people talking to me, as I knew they were different and needed someone or something to talk to, but, I also knew they made comments that referred to my colour and beauty, and this made me feel just right.

lody Dawson, 9H

DRAWN OUT OF A HAT

Drawn out of a hat: Name, Number, Uniform. It wasn't a lottery ­ Nowhere near. I was so young: Running, Fighting, Stumbling. They didn't have the right! No one had the right. Drawn out of a hat: Name, Number, Coffin. It wasn't fair. Nowhere near.

lason Chan, Year 9

SPORTS ASSIGNMENT

What's that! You want to know how I got into Greg Chappell's living room. Well it all started in the year 1972 (Greg's first year as Captain for Australia), in the 49th over of a one day match against the mighty West Indies. I can tell you, they are good. They almost smashed me out of the stand one time. I think it was the one they call Viv Richards. There was also the one they call "Big Bird" who looked like the "Father Almighty" from a distance and he could bowl me as far as the height he could stand.

Now, you might not be able to beljeve this, but do you know they scored 309 pomts. In a one day match tool. Well ... I can believe it.

After all, how can I not believe it when I was the one they they were throwing and clobbering all over the field.

Anyway Getting away from my complaints let me tell you what it was like. I'm going to start at the 49th over because it takes even longer than a day to write about a one day match. After all ... you're forgetting ... it's a lot easier to throw and hit a ball than it is to be hit and thrown by someone else. So, it's the 49th over and Australia is in to bat. It's 7 for 290 and Rod Marsh and Greg Chappell are batting.

At the moment I'm being rubbed up and down on the stained red pants of the mighty loel Garner for the hitting and bouncing has diminished my lovely shine.

He's starting the run up to the wickets, careful not to go over the crease and I'm off, off and away. It's a bouncer. Wow! I'm flying

Maybe I should write a book Quick and easy ways for cricket balls to fly.

The rest of the over continued much the same way with me receiving free rides to all parts of the oval.

There's two balls to go and the score is exactly 300 runs and now Michael Holding, one of the world's fastest bowlers is throwing me about. Now I'm flying again through the air towards the one and only Greg Chappell and his faithful bat. He smashed me into the ground where I rolled through a flurry of white seagull feathers and rolled into the gutter where a cricket hungry spectator eagerly picked me up and threw me into the safe hands of Clive Lloyd. Now Greg was on 94 runs and he needed 6 runs to get his century and win the match for Australia.

The tension was mounting as the "Big Cat" started rearranging the players as all Australia needed was 6 runs on the last ball to win the match, and Greg was the one to do it. Holding started the run up ... It was a bouncer. I was smashed into the turf and bounced up to shoulder height of Greg where everything seemed to stop. I saw the tension on his face, the sweat on his forehead, and the gritting of his teeth.

Then, suddenly he seemed to gain consciousness and he hooked me over his shoulder and I went up ... and up ... and up ... and over the fence. Everybody cheered as they saw the points go up on the board. It was 6. Australia had won.

Well that's about it. Greg asked the umpire for me as a souvenir and to this day I still bear the bruises and pains of that cricket match although I suppose I can't complain. After all I did get in for free and I can't complain about the first class seat.

Shane Com/ey, 9H

AN ELEGANT WOMAN

Walks into the department store, A dead mink slung over her shoulders. Asks for some processed whale; She puts it on her lips. Proceeds to browse through dead baby seals. An elegant woman indeed!

Jason Chan, Year 9

JOURNEY THROUGH TIME

Easter eggs left. This was it, my life saver. The shop keeper told him there was only one Easter egg left and that was me. The man bought me, and I was glad. The shop keeper sold me for a dollar fifty instead of two dollars fifty because it was Easter Sunday.

The two old faces that sat in front of me on the bus were scarred and lined with age. The frail, gnarled old hands trembled and they worked in me a pity I could not quite understand. They spoke throatily of the "good 01' days," of past joys, disappointments and heartbreaks.

As they spoke I let myself drift into their pasts and I imagined as they were imagining. The two of them working on some far, remote cattle station in the north Australian outbac:'-. I saw them shearing sheep, their muscles rippling under the tanned skin, dripping with sweat. I saw their strong, calloused hands gripping firmly the reins of spirited horses as' they galloped across the scrubland.

The jolt from the bus as it hit the kerb brought me back to life. In front of me sat two old, old men. The grey hair, the lonely eyes and the hunched, frail bodies, signs of the inevitable fate we must all endure. The fate of growing old.

I rang the bell and got off at the next stop.

Petrina

B/ackburn, Year 9

EASTER

I was put into the man's bag and taken to his house. The man looked about thirty five years old. He had longish hair, wore old clothes and looked unshaven. When we arrived at the house, the outside looked old and dirty but the inside wasn't too bad. I was handed over to a little boy, who, when he received me, his face lit up like a light bulb. He thought I was great. He had only received one other Easter egg and that was a very tiny one from his friend. He was looking forward to eating the diamonds which he thought were smarties.

I sat on his chest-of-drawers for a couple of days while he admired me. The time came. He decided it was time to eat me. The family sat around the table and watched while the boy cracked me open. "Ouch" he had hit me with a knife. I split in half and the diamonds fell out. There was a scream and the boy's mother fainted. The boy's father just stared at me and didn't move. The boy wasn't sure what was wrong so his father told him what they were and what he could do with them.

The boy's father took the diamonds to a jewellery store and exchanged them for money. The boy's father burst through the door and yelled "WE'RE RICH". The diamonds were worth a large amount of money which they needed.

"That's the best Easter present I have ever had" said the boy. As he finished the sentence, he stuffed a piece of me into his mouth. I was so glad that I had gone to the right people.

It's late afternoon on Easter Sunday and I am sitting here all by· myself. My last egg friend was sold on Thursday morning. It's stillloneiy here and also embarassing when people walk past the shop and give me a funny look. I'm hoping somebody will buy me because I don't want to sit here and rot for the rest of my life. I wish I was with somebody in their house where the atmosphere is cheerful and exciting, rather than sitting here being bored.

I am a beautifully wrapped egg. My paper is a shiny blue colour with silver stripes. I am about fifteen centimetres tall and made of milk chocolate and I have five diamonds on me. Nobody knows except me and the diamond thief.

It is four p.m. and the shop keeper is just about to close the shop. A man just walked through the door and asked if there were any

Lisa Bar/ow, Year 9

AUTUMN IS

AUTUMN - is the flickering of leaves descending slowly until the light shades of green are camouflaged into the soft array of fresh, crisp grass.

AUTUMN - is the first downpour of rain that arrives suddenly and briskly washes the previous dry season away.

AUTUMN - is icy mornings that entice you to stay under the covers of your warm, homelike bed.

AUTUMN - is everything suddenly turning into shades of green. Front lawns appear to be a blanket of beauty and the country lightens up with natures gift of colour.

AUTUMN - is the sky dramatically changing from the azure blue to the colourless shade of grey.

AUTUMN - is needing an extra jumper because of the icy biting cold.

AUTUMN - is turning on your reassuring electric blanket after experiencing a gale.

AUTUMN - is making hot soups and casseroles that soothe and warm your whole body, from head to numb finger tips.

AUTUMN - is putting an extra log on the crackling fire in your cold living room.

fashions at all different department stores in various places.

AUTUMN - is the days getting shorter and the nights becoming long and drawn out.

AUTUMN - is taking brisk shoft walks in the early morning and arriving home in high spirits.

AUTUMN - is keeping the heater on in the long icy days of May and keeping it burning for the everlasting hours of the night.

AUTUMN - is walking in the biting cold wind, your face turning rosy red and being thankful for the warm woollen coat you're wearing.

AUTUMN - is the sweet smell of dew in the mornings that begins your day with a smile.

AUTUMN - is that misty frost left on your once transparent window pane, done mysteriously by

AUTUMN - is letting your bathers and beach towel join the pungent smell of mothballs for another year.

AUTUMN - is going on picnics and paddling in a cold stream that numbs your feet after the first Autumn rains.

Robin Pearson, 9H

AUTUMN - is cold bare legs at sport with a nippy wind running through your entire body.

AUTUMN - is a chocolate biscuit and a hot cup of milo that runs rapidly through your body and warms every muscle.

AUTUMN - is everyone rushing for winter

AFRICA

As they die they long for drink, For water is what they want, Ravenous from days of starving. In horror we watch as children die. "Certainly, we'll give," many claim ... And settle into a feast.

Samuel Burton, Year 9

Don Bremner, Year II

YEAR 10

Back Row, left to right: Vicki Johnston, Paul Gardner, Bruce Loneragan, Stephanie Schmidt, Matthew Wood, Mark Cargin, Alistair Monson, Jarrad Grierson, Rolf Vickers, Brett Hale, John Geha Middle Row, left to right: Christian de Chaneet, Steven Jones, Jason Gregory, Peta Wright, Lucinda Gould, Louise Grace, Rebecca Morgan, Wayne Blazejczyk, Damon Smirke, Carolyn Newman, Kerri Weir From Row, lefl to right: Julie Brown, Alison Morris, Fleur Utster, Ms J. Brandenburg, Mark McLean, Elaine Gibson, Seonaid Esslemont

lOB

Under the guidance of Miss Brandenburg the best Year 10 form did its utmost to dishearten all of the teaching staff. The majority of this talent was centred around a new game. This cross between Indoor Cricket and Garbage Collecting is played by the majority of the "men" in the form. One particular excursion, with Dr Speed, resulted in this classic of games being played on the sacred lawns of Murdoch University.

Mathew Wood and Lucinda Gould have made our presence felt at the school's sacred Student Council. This was with varying success, but some progress was made during the year. In an attempt to control our form the valiant Miss Brandenburg introduced a role-playing game, with limited success. Of more success was our form's contribution to the College Production.

Not only did we supply actors, but some of our form were employed behind the scenes. John Geha, Lucinda Gould, Peta Wright, Stephanie Schmidt, Mathew Wood, Elaine Gibson, Paul Gardner, Chris de Chaneet and Mark McLean have all made contributions to the production.

Some of our energies have also been centred around sporting activities. We have represented the School in Rugby, Netball, Football, Cricket, Athletics and Debating. Some of our form's contributions to the school's sporting life were: Chris de Chaneet and Bruce Loneragan in Athletics, Jason Sayer and Bruce in Rugby, Alistair Monson in Football and Carolyn Newman, Lucinda Gould and Stephanie Schmidt in Debating.

All in all the form has achieved well this year and, despite some comments, we all hope to be back next year.

lOB

lOL lOLe

Here we are sitting at a science desk trying to write a form report. We were going to include all the great things that have happened this year but as yet none have manifested themselves iD. our form's community.

Oh yes, Antoinette came first in the Fun Run and we embarked upon a magical voyage into the depths of the sinister Cine-Centre to enlighten our eyes upon the wonders of seeing the beauty of a truly enjoyable motion picture. Sus an wasn't the only one Desperately Seeking anything, there were a few hopeful girls sitting behind Nathan and Troy.

Miscellaneous Matters: Robert Smyth lost a Guinea Pig; David King lost a tooth; Ben Heuchan lost himself; Adrian Rundin lost his hair; Mr Lickfold lost his head.

The Year lO's who are leaving will be sadly missed but we still can't wait for the holidays and the end of this report.

This was Mr Lewis's first year at the college and unfortunately his last. (One look at our form explains it!) Did we scare him away or just send him crazy? We must say we have enjoyed having him as form master (I wonder if the converse is also true).

lOLe is a class of achievers! Michael Usher and Sarah Lindegger made their movie debut through "Half-a-Sixpence", Monique and Michael were our Student Council Representatives, Deon, Ashley, Matthew, Peter, Callum et al broke the world record for sending teachers crazy, and many people have taken away sports prizes. In classes with Mrs Knox we have revealed that we are really intellectual geniuses, although modestly refraining from showing it to the public (10 modest).

The c;lass oJ lOLe!!

This has been a year for most to remember and we close by wishing Mr Lewis well wherever he goes.

Back Row, left to right: Nicole Luke, Alyson Vowles, Paul Eldrid, Carl Hester, David Ross, Craig Palmer, Jeremy Greville, Adrian Rundin, Ben Heuchan, John Redman, Fletcher Barr, Christine Smith Middle Row, left to right: Ruth Edwards, Robert Smyth, Kerry Vernon, Alanna Passmore, David King, Tray Grice, Jason Swiney, Camille De Burgh, Howard Hickman, Kathy Lehman, Nathan White, Cathryn Riches Front Row, left to right: Erin Boffey, Jeanine Bronwasser, Antoinette Agostini, Mr J. Lickfold, Joy Ormsby, Jonathon Ranson, Nicole Sexton

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lOT ... What can't be said about this form. The year seems to have meandered along (quote Mr T) like the Volga River; Europe's longest and most prosperous water body,

Our form has a contrast in characters: dags, intellectuals, unique individuals, class disrupters, noise makers and fuzzy boy Adam.

Mr Taylor has given us an in depth commentary on the life and times of his dog "Bronky". We are in the process of posting a letter to the R.S.P.C.A. but at this stage we are unable to raise the money for a stamp.

It may seem as though we have no achievers but wait urn! There is at least one amongst this haven of no-hopers, Sally Porter bounced her way into the State Trampolining Finals and made her presence felt in the classroom!!

We all thank Mr Taylor for his efforts in helping us with our subject choices for Year 11. We leave lOT with one memory human relations.

Justine, Ben et at

YEAR 10 WORK EXPERIENCE

This year, Year lO's once again had to face reality and come to grips with the outside world and the cut and thrust of decisions on how to spend the rest of our lives.

It was during August 19-23 that Work Experience again reached its head, and was touched off by all with trepidation, excitement, nervousness and enthusiasm.

Some are now very excited by the future and happy with their choice of career and have become even more determined to succeed whilst others are having a little re-think about the situation. Work experience really gives you the opportunity to find out what goes on in the work force.

For some, the opportunity and experience related very much to their concept of the job they had chosen, and for those undecided ones it gave the opportunity to realise what they didn't want to end up doing.

Jarrad Grierson now knows not to mess with male ballet dancers, while Louise Bently became

Back Row, left to right: Srephen Young, Callum Fairnie, Andrew Harry, Peter Hymus, Deane Cooke, Steven Robinson, Jason Littlewood, Michael Powell, Michael Usher, Sara Lindegger, Paul Fathers Centre Row, left to right: Susan Larkin, Sascha Brand, James McNeill, Natalie Howells, Sarah Geary, Ashley Gardner, Matthew Lee, Matthew Dodd, Nicole Hollow, Emily oxon, Stuart Jeffrey, Wendy Arlhur Front Row, left to right: Angela Walmsley, Neil Goldsmith, Felicia Harris, Mr G. Lewis, Linda Jervis, Vanessa Cooper, Deanne Lambert Absent: Monique Robertson.

a real professional at fixing lenses. Matthew Atkinson and Monique Birkus found out the hard way about radio stations. Lucinda Gould, Stephanie Schmidt, Jeremy Greville and John Geha now know how to conduct themselves in court and Peta Wright became more enthusiastic about reporting, and having articles published. But there were also the discouraged. Evan Combe will remember his work experience as being locked in a dark box, Adrian Rundin is now having second thoughts about Engineering when he was being directed by "psyco" who punched in windows and devised wicked plans on how to kill the boss. Mishaps were part of reality of front line experience in the "work force". For one whole week we were independent, had to find transport, arrive at work on time, and ensure that we were back from lunch on time. We had to work under one boss and it was nice to be treated as young adults. Although at first this independence was a bit hard to get used to, we finally managed and most ended up enjoying themselves.

Thanks must go to Mr Taylor who organised all the different places to which the students attended. His efforts are appreciated by the students as it certainly must have taken a great

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Back Row, lefl 10 righl: Justine Jordons, Paul Buckman, Russell Howson, Step hen Westle, Benjamin Tiller, Jonathan McWhae, Darren Cox, Robert Trinder, Simone Wheeler Middle Row, left 10 right: Roger MelIor, Leanne Youngs, Sean Cook, Sian Halliwell, Monique Birkus, Sharlene Day, Ingrid Mills, Michelle Robinson, Louise Bentley, David Snooks, Adrian Barker Front Row, lefl 10 right: Nicole Hagan, Jason Anderson, Sally Porter, Kathryn Karal, Mr D. Taylor, Tanya McKenzie, Tanya Watt, Evan Coumbe, Jane Hunter. Absent: Matthew Atkinson

deal of time and patience. Discussion and exchanging of experiences by the students also is of great assistance in a wider appreciation of the job situation. Thanks must also go to teachers who tracked over the countryside checking up on us all.

We wish good luck to all future Year 10's and hope their opportunities will be as good as ours have been.

Peta Wright, Lucinda Could and Ben Tiller

OUTDOOR EDUCATION

YR 10 CANOE CAMP - MURRA Y RIVER

Early Saturday morning saw all the boys and one girl arrive at the college on time and piling gear into the bus. The canoes were hitched on to Mr Dierks car and we were ready to go except that one member of the group was missing. A few boys jogged around to his house a few blocks away and we found that this boy was late because he was watching cartoons!

We arrived at the launching site, Bob's Crossing, a few hours later. That's when we discovered how heavy the canoes were! After all the gear was stowed, we took off down the

creek, probably looking like a tribe of Indians with all the water splashing about.

Our first stop was at a huge tree that had two ropes dangling off some of its branches. After countless swings and falls into the river we were ready to tackle anything. Well almost anything! A few hundred metres from where we stopped was a huge waterfall (the Baden Powell Water Spout). Mr Dierks calmly told us all, that our canoes had to reach the other side in one piece. We all struggled and complained and eventually got the canoes, plus all our gear, onto the other side.

After eating lunch, we canoed until about 2.30 p.m. when we came upon a flying fox at the Nanga Bridge. We had great fun swinging down into the water from it, and even the timid Mr Dierks had a go, much to our surprise. Seeing that Mr Dierks actually survived it, Miss Brandenburg also had a number of goes.

Getting ready [0 go after a portage.

After canoeing further on, we picked a spot and set up camp for the night. The tents were all up and there was still day light so we took off in the canoes and pretended to be Viking Warriors. The cry of "Ramming Speed" went up and in ten minutes, everyone had ended up in the cold water.

With dry clothes on, we had tea and played some games in the bush before coming back to sit around the campfire. Then we all fell into a much needed sleep.

After eating a quick breakfast the next morning we canoed back to the flying fox and a few of us decided to get Mr Dierks. While he was talking away, we crept up behind him and tied him up, much to his disbelief. It took five of us but in the end we had his hands and feet tied together. Meanwhile, Miss Brandenburg had canoed away and there was no one to help Mr Dierks much to his disgust. We put him in a canoe and towed him behind us. When we stopped for lunch he had untied himself but

didn't seem too happy. Fortunately, he still doesn't know who masterminded his capture!

When we arrived back at the bus we were sore and tired but it was a great weekend camp. Thanks go to Mr Dierks and Miss Brandenburg for coming along.

WHAT I LEARNED ON WORK EXPERIENCE

During the week of 19th August 1985 I entered the work force for a week's practice. I went to Fury Craft Boatbuilders at 43 Point Waiter Road, Bicton. The company is only a family run business as there is only Mr Fury and his son, Scott, working.

I learned a great deal throughout the week including how to be punctual, being courteous and well mannered. I also learned to use all the machinery in the workshop, fit the teak work on the interior and how to fibre-glass. Some of the jobs that I did on the boats included sanding the hull, painting the roof, fitting the flybridge, fibre-glassing the ice box in place, doing the teak work on the interior and a large proportion of glue mixing. I had to mix the glue because it came in two separate containers, the base and the hardener.

On the first day, Monday 19th August I arrived at 8.00 a.m. ready to start work. For the first half of the day, Scott and I gave the whole shed a clean. After lunch, I started sanding the hull of the boat which took me until 5.00 p.m. and half the following day. After lunch on Tuesday I helped Mr Fury with the teak work in the cabin. On Wednesday, I made the air-vents that fit the side of the boat to ventilate the engine. That afternoon, I fibre-glassed the icebox and gas bottle-box in place.

I had to be courteous because people were always coming in to the boat-yard to enquire about the cost and involvement of having a Fury Craft built.

Andrew Harry, IOLe

GLAMOUR LIFE

Out of all the things I could have chosen to be, why did I ever imagine that the life of a basketball could be anything but glamorous. Was it because I had once fantasised about being near enough as I could to the world famous Harlem Globe Trotters, or was it that one day there might be a chance of me being used in the Olympic Games in front of millions of people. I don't know; whatever it was I must have been a bit mad at the time, but here I am leading the life of a dull and boring basketball in

the finals of the Senior Basketball Championships of 1985.

When the players from both teams ran on to the courts, I could feel the tension pulsating from their fingertips to the smoothness of my skin, as they began their warm-up exercises.

During the first quarter of the game the players on both teams were a bit wary of each other as this was the big game and the winning team would become the grand champions for 1985. After they had become used to the opposition the game began to pick up a lot and everybody put all of their effort into trying to beat the others. Even though this was good for their morale it made things a lot harder for me and I started to wonder why I had chosen to be a ball, once again. With every bounce my head began to feel as if a thousand cannons were being fired inside me and at one stage I felt as if I was about to split in half.

During the second half of the game the players got a lot more vigorous and dangerous than before, maybe this was because it was worth a lot and so much was at stake for them that they were trying to out-do themselves. Time after time people were being pulled up by the umpires for fouling others and again and again free shots were being given out as if they were presents and more goals would be scored for the other team which would make them angrier. When this happened it made the crowd noisier and you couldn't hear yourself think as the noise from friends or relatives who were totally against the umpire's decision. They would jump on to their feet and start screaming all types of abusive language at each other, the other team and even the people who were playing for them.

At first someone on the leading team, The Falcons, would get me from the opposition The Lions, they would then throw me through the air 10 metres until I would roll around the rim of the basketball goals a couple of times until I went and fell through the centre. When I didn't go through the goals an echo of groans went through the stadium. Goals were being scored more frequently by the mighty Falcons than by the Lions who were also a lot smaller and not as well built as the winning team. Yet, they would not give up. With great determination they tried to get hold of me to shoot goals.

It was the fourth and final quarter, the whole stadium was quiet and it seemed as if all of the spectators could hear the players and my heart pounding away. The Lions team had nearly caught up with the Falcons and all of the players on both sides began playing in real desperation as the minutes ticked away. As the end of the game began to loom up in front of them, both teams became more reckless than they had been,

and I was thrown all over the place to try and use up time. The Lions seemed to flourish under stress, and they used this to pressure the Falcons.

There was only two minutes left until the end of the game and the Lions were four points behind the Falcons. The Falcons were keeping the ball to themselves when one of the Lions intercepted me and sent me flying down the court. One of the bigger players was down there and sent me flying into the goal ring to score two points. They were now two points behind the Falcons and eager to catch up with them. The Falcons grabbed me and I was sent flying down to the other end. All of a sudden one of the Lions' smallest boys jumped ten feet into the air and caught me. He then sent me down the court into the basket. The scores were tied and there was only ten seconds left in the game. The Falcons had me, the ball, and one of them was about to throw me when I was knocked out of his hands by a Lion who turned around and threw me 20 metres into the basket without touching the side. The siren rang. The Lions had won by two points. The spectators stood up and cheered as hard as they could and the Falcons walked off disbelieving.

Felicia Harris, lOLe

SPRING IS COMING

The thunder roars like a lion

And the lightning angrily flashes And the rain comes tumbling freely down. The heavens open and the earth fearfully quakes Under the might of what it lets forth. I burrow deeper into my heaven of blankets, As the icy cold wraps its long fingers around me. My teeth shake, From fear or cold And I pray that it will cease. And then, Maybe I'm dreaming, But no It's stopping, Slowly, gently, stopping. When next I open my eyes The sun is streaming in. She has chased the storm away And now is happily beaming. Outside the trees are growing, Reaching high for the sky. The flowers in the grass Are blooming, And the birds in the trees Tell the whole world that Spring is coming.

Elaine Gibson, lOB

NIGHT SKY

As the stars peeped out from their hidden disguise, I gazed above with intent surprise, I was enlightened to see With such peace and tranquility, The moon with its array of beams Shimmering in the gleam. It was to my intense delight, That the stars twinkled and danced in the light. The vision that lay before my eyes, Was alive and active within the skys. I knelt upon the window pane, And there I remained, Until the time when my eyes grew weary, And the sky above was grey and dreary. I then returned to my warm cosy bed, Where the visions of the night danced in my head.

Susan Larkin, lOLe

IS IT SUNDAY OR IS IT WAR?

Is it Sunday? Yes it is.

What's the weather like? Just fine and sunny. Is your gun ready? Yes it is.

Are you going to kill someone? Yes I am.

And are you going to enjoy it? Sure.

What's the date? June, 1941.

How's your brother? Oh, just great. Well then how's your sister? She's fine.

By the way, while you're at it, Just tell me one other thing.

and consistent playing. The first game was won

by the American girls, forty-love, with Kathy Kay serving very accurately and powerfully. Next it was the weak service of Hanna Wilander but Kay and Turner were too determined to dwindle and play aerial tennis with them. They won that game forty-love too.

During the change of ends Nystrom and Wilander spoke intently about strategy and anticipation thus causing the Yanks a bit of bother in the third game. An incorrect line call upset Turner immensely and suddenly, before the Yanks realised what was happening, Nystrom and Wilander were leading three games to two.

The sixth and most important game for the Americans was interrupted by the explosion of a large meteor. The spectators were shocked and disturbed and so this delayed play for some time until they calmed down. After quite a break the match resumed but the girls were tense and uneasy causing the game to lengthen and the standard of tennis to decrease.

An hour passed after the delay and the scores were equal at six all. The umpire called for a tiebreaker and so both teams conversed intimately about their winning plans. Turner cooked up a brilliant service to begin the tie-breaker and this flew off Wilander's racquet into the cheering crowds. The score was one-love to the Yanks. Then it was Nystrom's turn to serve. She forced a strong serve onto Kay's backhand but it was returned effortlessly across the net. Nystrom lobbed it over Turner's head but she jumped into the darkness to smash it down into the opposite court

Why are we here and what the hell is war?

Christian de Chaneet, lOB

GRAVITY CONTINUED

It was the third and final set of the 1999 Mars Ladies' Doubles Championships between Kathy Kay and Sally Turner of the U .S.A. and Eva Nystrom and Hanna Wilander of Sweden. It proved to be a tough match but right from the start of the competition the finalists had battled it out against some of the Universe's top ranking players; although in the end they proved to be too strong.

In the deciding set, Kathy and Sally used full power and attack against the Swedes but later slipped back into their usual way of defensive

Turner kept moving upwards. The size of the court decreased quickly and suddenly she remembered that she had forgotten to take her de-gravitational pills!

Sara

Lindegger, IOLe WAR

Running, swimming, walking

All along the beach.

Laughing, playing, talking Ugly thoughts are out of reach. The sun still shines, on and on Though guns and bombs do crash, And the death bell slowly, sadly gongs. Here's the beach, you're in like a flash. Far away across the seas While our day's warm and bright, People mourn without ease

For the endless terrible fight.

Eloine Gibson, lOB

PREJUDICE STORY

"Aah, excusa me Signore, but coulda ya tell me where the joba centa is?"

Well mate, there is one just 'round the co'ner. "

"Oh grazie, grazie."

"Yeh well, I'm jist doin' me 'Luv ya neighbor bit' ya know! See ya 'round."

"Si. Ciao!"

Antonia picked up his checkered travel bag, pulled his tie straight, ran his fingers through his oiled jet black hair and then headed for the job centre. He had been in Australia for two days and now thought it time to get a job to support his young family. His English was quite well spoken but he understood it better when someone else spoke it. In Italy, Antonio had been a highly paid carpenter and so he was quite confident about getting a job in his now new country.

As he rounded the corner, Antonio saw the shape of the word "JOB" appear at the middle of a tall grey building. The stairs leading up to the main entrance were shiny and slippery but he managed them efficiently and gracefully. The doors opened for him and he made his way to the receptionist's desk.

"Scusi, isa this de jaba centa?"

"Just what it says!"

"Grazie. la ave anna ap ... app ... app ... "

"An appointment, yeh. With who?"

"A Mista Johns."

"Mr Jones, yes, well I'll just see if he can see you."

"Oh you are a stupid soul aren't ya? Down the passage an' turn right."

"Scusi Signorina?"

"What now?"

"Coulda you per favore take me to the ofiche?"

"I don't understand all that Italian junk but 1 reckon ya said please, hey?"

"Si, si."

"Well Mr Gilbretto, Antonio, I am not paid to lead all of you Italian foreigners to an office which any decent person would know how to find. Now, pi favorous, could you leave me to me work?"

"Oh I ama so sorry Signorina. Forgive me!"

"Just get outta my sight!"

Antonio clutched his bag nervously and then bravely made his way down the corridor. There were many doors and he inspected every single one of them until he came to one with the typed letters "Andrew Jones" written on it. He knocked several times until a tall, slight man of middle age opened it and welcomed him in.

"Hello Mr Gilbretto. May I ask what took you so long? Our appointment was scheduled for 4 p.m."

"Mr Johns, I ama very sorry but la had to find your ofiche door prima."

"Didn't my secretary show you the way?"

"No, no. The Signorina had too much worke on the desk."

She was a pretty enough lass but her face disfigured as her eyes slowly moved from Antonio's head to his feet.

A red button flashed and the receptionist picked up the phone.

"Hello Mr Jones, there is another greasy foreigner here who claims to have an appointment with you. Are you expecting one?"

"I'm expecting a Mr Antonio Gilbretto. Is that him?"

"A likely excuse. I'm terribly sorry Mr Gilbretto but it seems that my secretary, Donna, has been rather rude to you. I will speak to her later but for now let's talk business."

"Si, Signor."

Sara Lindegger, iOLe

IRONIC

"One moment." She turned and said, "Hey you, is your name Gilbretto?"

"Si. Dat is right."

"Sir? "

"Yes Donna."

"He's ya guy alright!"

She then turned to Antonio and said curtly, "Okay, you can go in!"

"Go in where Signorina?"

"Through the door, jerk!"

"Butta 1 non know which door."

Where allies of mine have defended against foe Pain and anguish can be heard below The pain that is suffered is by far the worst It's one that's mental, though eludes the thirst While the shells of laughter whistle to and fro The wife and children still say, "NO!" Along with his heart his spirit will die Including the lives that heard the cry You may ask, what the hell I am writing this for? Is it ironic for one to die due to war? Or does a man that is trained to kill Carry human error with his human will To realise that we are built on error to fail Tis now the end of this merry tale.

Stuart Jeffrey, lOLe

SIMON HAS GOT A RATTLE

Simon has got a rattle, and his is better than mine. I've got a scooter, and mine is better than Simon's.

Simon has got a bike, and his is better than mine.

I've got a car, and mine is better than Simon's.

Simon has got a gun, and his is just as good as mine.

I've got an army, and Simon has one too.

I've declared war on Simon, and Simon has declared war on me.

Simon's army is still fighting mine, and My army is still fighting Simon's.

Simon and I are dead.

Steven Jones, Year 10

THE LAST BLAST

The red light flashes, and jaws fall

To the floor.

We are now face to face with the real Thing.

People scurry out of buildings like ants Evacuating a burning nest.

The ants hide and take cover as the "Last Straw" draws closer

And the air and atmosphere become still and Dim.

The silence is broken by an ear-shattering Boom, followed by a whipping cyclonic-force wind.

As the magic mushroom grows and dominates The sky, the atmosphere returns to its Still state.

The silence of death then follows. This was the Last Blast.

Paul Eldrid, Year

10

FAREWELL, MY FRIEND

My Father's heart, of love, was full.

Too full, it seems, to live.

And although he wasn't great at school, He gave more than any other gave.

He has given my life its meaning And shaped my statue right

He was the world's greatest being.

And from his life came a shining light.

We had our disagreements And didn't always get along

The sun never set on an argument

But I never knew our love was so strong. Farewell my Friend, forever not.

Our love is too strong to be forgot.

Wendy Arthur

HIM

I think about him all the time, Wishing, hoping he could be mine,

But mine was love that could never be

For he never gave a thought to me.

He'd give a friendly laugh or kiss

And that one moment perfect bliss

But then he would casually walk away, Leaving me wishing he could stay.

He'll never known he's got my heart,

He'd had it from the very start.

So I guess I'll just sit back and pray

That he'll be mine, one time, one day.

THE MIDNIGHT SPELL

The shadows slowly lengthen Till there's darkness all around,

The devils quietly gather

One by one without a sound. They come to make their magic potion In the stillness of the night, Their ghastly spell must be prepared Before the morning light.

Leg of toad and ear of bat

A pinch of dried rat's tail, Mix with the juice of beetles blood

To the sound of a werewolf's wail.

When the hour of midnight strikes, Round the Cauldron pace, Say the magic word three times, And watch the spell take place.

Anon

Felicia Harris, Year 10

FORM ROOM

The crisp clear air of the dormant classroom is interrupted by the cascading of tired children slowly filing through the door. Lugubriously following is the bewildered teacher dragging a numb torso into the awaiting arms of an old worn out chair.

"J oe Delbonski, stop talking!" cries the teacher. The children sit watching with a macabre look on their faces. The teacher just coming out of a daze announces the day's proceedings. The children, nol paying the slightest bit of attention, go on their own merry way not even comprehending what has been carefully plotted for them. Not understanding why the teacher has taken the massive task of looking after them, the children move on to the second period.

Brell Hale, Year la

THE STRUGGLER

Each task stands ahead of me like a rocky mountain slope waiting to be tackled and climbed.

THE JOEY

The loey, abandoned on the plain, Stands shakily on its brittle hind legs, Chewing nonchalantly on spinifex grass. Finishing with the juiciest prongs, It moves, this time with more zeal, Onto another clump.

But J run away, Leave it for another day, Forgetting of what I may find. Most call me lazy, But I disagree It's fear I suffer from. Fear of what might happen if I take the plunge and then the plunge turns out to be wrong. Oh! the humiliation and embarrasement, the pain that would be felt. And all the courage that I had stored up, would simply, through me melt.

Perhaps one day, I'll find a way to overcome this problem 0' mine; But I'll go on, Struggling along, Until that self-confident time.

Angela Walmsley, Year 10

THE ASYLUM

Here in my cell With padded walls, I think I'm alone But I'm not at all. I see a fly For the first time in years, But then it goes And out flow the tears. They say I'm mad But really I'm not, My ideas are different And that's the lot. For this I'm held By lock and key, And I only speak

To myself and me. r get a meal Three times a day, Or it may be night, I can't really say. There's that fly, I see it again, My mind says, "GREAT!" And I eat it then. They think] 'm mad But really I'm not, My ideas are different And that's the lot.

Angela Walmsley

The loey takes another bite, And another, and another.

As the spinifex is quickly eaten to its base, Something cold and evil stirs inside.

The cold, evil thing suddenly moves. A pin prick is felt on the loey's nose. It staggers backwards, Stunned, Overpowered, Dead.

Po well, fOLe

A WASTE OF BEAUTY

The spider sensed, And moved instinctively towards the vibrations. A helpless butterfly in crucifixion Struggled aimlessly to get free. But the cunning spider was upon it. And had covered it in a silken coffin. Dazzling wings crumpled and tore With the last, desperate struggle for life. The spider sucked, And sucked. Stillness.

I hated the spider for what it had done. I felt like pulling the coffined butterfly From the web and letting it out, But I knew I was too late.

"Why did Mother Nature let this happen?" I asked myself.

Mother Nature's no fool.

She knows what she's doing.

Michael Powell. IOLe

MADMAN

Looking upon a mad man, J see, A twisted, agonised face, A brain, slowly withering as it becomes dead. Empty, dark bleak eyes, look, but don't see. Hands, shaking, twisting, touch, but do not feel. Brains, experiencing, knowing but do not remember.

This is a mad man Dead in a respect, that, We can and do not understand.

Nikki Hollow, fOLe

Michael

THOSE IGNORANT DA YS

The whimpering eyes, sympathetic and soft

Contrasted colours coats the interior friendship. Bubbly, carefree nature expressed through actions.

Loyalty, companionship supported on four legs.

A silent part of those ignorant days

One not appreciated, for value of treasures. Only small portions of love I gave. Forgotten and shoved behind the fence.

As I carry the cold, limp exterior shell, Tears fill my eyes, as warmth still flows. The soul I know will always be living. My poor puppy's dead, but still loving and forgiving.

Stephanie Schmidt, Year lO

THE CAMP

The blue-steel wire crept like ivy along the white-washed wall.

Mud squelched beneath my ragged boots, wetting my tired feet.

Pain didn't matter any more, it was past the point.

Guards manoevred me like a rag doll.

My body was thrust against the wall, the red-stained, white-washed wall.

No, it didn't hurt, because hurt was endless.

The truck's back-door was in readiness. I saw the peak of a cap from behind it. Doesn't that man feel guilt? Because he was going to kill me.

But what have I done?

Oh sorry, I forgot, I'm different, I'm not one of them.

And then the truck's back-door fell. This time I did feel pain, but only for a short time.

Because after the first second, I wasn't there.

Christian de Chaneet. JOB

FALSE LOVE

When I saw his mouth smile at me, There was no smile in his eyes to see, He used to love me, I don't know why; But love like time, goes on by. We became more tense and on our guard Even though we tried so hard, We couldn't admit our love had diminished, I began to feel that it had finished.

I was going mad, only he could tell: He might have locked me up in a cell, I had to make him go away. It was the price he had to pay.

He told the men in white coats to come

He said my brain had turned all dumb, I couldn't let them take me away. I couldn't let him live another day.

As I did my job without any pain, But the vision in my mind made a stain. Now, I know what I did was wrong.

But I'll never repent, my life's not long.

Nikki Hollow, 10Le

FIRST EXPERIENCE

As I gaze into the water

And see magnified fish, 1 feel my nerves tremble And feel quite squeamish. The reg in my mouth, My flippers on tight, As I drop into the water

The fish nearly die of fright.

As I slowly sink down For the very first time, With the thought of "Jaws" in my head

Oh my God, I think I've changed my mind. It's too late to back out.

I'm already on the sea floor. Talk about first experience I've never been here before. It's a scuba experience, With weights holding me down, And I imagine King Neptune On a rock, wearing a crown.

Sascha Brand, Year 10

A DAY IN THE LIFE OF A SOLDIER

July 15th, 19l7.

Dear Diary,

I woke up feeling lethargic this morning, just like yesterday and the day before. I think I know the reason. Someone died a traumatic death last night. He squealed with pain and then it was silent, a deathly silence. It was broken when Jacko said "He's copped it". The silence began again until I heard shuffling. I went back to sleep but I knew he was being dragged away to be left with "the others". Oh well, another day, another death; it was becoming monotonous.

I was up on the front-line this morning. We cannot see the enemy because we are fighting in trenches. The frightening thing was that they were only twenty yards away. Anything could happen - and it does.

The Turks were quiet for a while, only throwing the odd hand grenade. We thought of taking up the offence but we were low on

ammunition. Without warning it struck; out of the blue it came, a terrifying bombardment of hand grenades and heavy artillery. Jacko, our hero, smothered the bombs with blankets. He looked cool and awe-struck at the same time. One grenade has been overlooked. I heard a deafening roar and cheer from the enemy. Turning around to see the bomb's handy-work I saw Jacko lying face down in the mud. His right leg was in tatters and several nails had pierced his skull. Blood gushed from a shrapnel wound in his back. For some reason I knelt down and touched him. He was still warm. Life can end so quickly. Again there was silence but this time there was no Jacko to say "He's copped it". I turned around not able to bear the sight any longer. He was cleaned up later, thrown into a grave and buried with his letters from home.

This little person thinks a lot about U, see, So come on a trip you'll never forget, Where laughter is all U pay. Now say it backwards:

We did not do a lot this afternoon, so I did some thinking about home and all the pleasures of life. I seem to be torn apart by war; in fact war and home are like two different worlds. One of my brothers was shot dead on the beaches and another was wounded. The only thing that could harm you at home was a bee.

The enemy attacked again about six o'clock but this time we were well prepared. We did more than avenge Jacko's death.

That was about it for the day. We were served some inferior chow at a rickety table and I have sat here ever since. I started to write this but was interrupted by the eerie whistling of overhead shells. When I think about it today was just another day.

Christian de Chaneet, lOB

YOU'RE NOT THE ONLY FLAME

Come take a trip with me So so far away. Come take my hand; I think I know a better way. You're not the only flame. Loneliness already knows U; There ain't no reason to stay. Come with me to the realms of death; Come, come far away. You're not the only flame.

You're not the only flame.

Watch the world as it spins,

Spins and spins and spins. What does the future hold

In its own certain way?

You're not the only flame.

Life speeds on, waiting

To take you

Into the realms of death. You're not the only flame.

You're not the only flame.

Rolf Vickers, Year 10

THE SOLDIERS.

The cheers rang out loud and long,

As the soldiers walked through the cheering crowd.

Their minds were already singing the victory song,

As they walked tall and straight and proud.

All they could think of was a victorious dream, But once at the horrific battle field

These visions were drowned in dying men's screams,

And they wished they were back, no guns to wield.

Back at home families were sorrowfully mourning,

As the lists of injured and dead did come.

And at the battlefield another bloody day was dawning

And all the soldiers longed for, was home. What causes these young men to become war's slave?

And to give up their lives against the foe?

Oh what is the glory, the promised grave?

When death is the meaning of go.

Elaine Gibson,

lOB

YEAR 11

FORM ILK

Back Row, left to right; Kenneth Chen, Eldon George, Andrew Blackburn, Andrew Dunnet, Stuart Green, Brian Tee, Maflo Blackbeard, Richard McCulloch, Benjamin Clarke, Kylie Tompkin Centre Row, left to right; Keely George, Graeme Burton, Kelsie Pulich, Nikait Lai, Melanie Hughes, Fiona Rowe, David SCOtl, David Burbidge, Larissa Morcombe, Hammond Mason Front Row, left to right; Felicity SCOtl, Helen Lance, Dean Trezise, Mr John Kural, Rebekah Ogier, Elizabeth Male, Cassandra Trinder

IlK FORM REPORT

It was a nervous form of students who fronted up on day one of the school year to welcome four new students to the College.

We were soon to discover that the casually dressed one, was none other than Mr Kural, our Year II Form Teacher.

The new students came from four corners of the world (nearly), with Fiona Rowe (from the Highlands of Scotland), Kenneth Chen (from Malaysia) and Helen Lance (from Pinjarra),

We were soon to discover that it's quality not quantity that is important (in the words of Mr K), as he led us through a spiritual and enlightening journey into the world of Human Relations.

Many students such as Brian Tee and Andrew Dunnet, philosophised about such issues as Birth, Death, Abortion and the after life in our search for the righteous path. 1985 was the first experience of the horrors of exam week, hell on

earth. It was the sweet taste of success for some, while the rest vowed to do better next time.

To help us recover from the ordeal, we embarked upon a mountain climbing expedition to Everest (nearly). Many friendships blossomed - some further than others. Kenneth's incredible feats of flexibility amazed us, as did Andrew Dunnet's morale boosting mountaineering skills (only kidding Andy!).

Of course a form holding such talented and gifted students as Andrew Dunnet (you name it he does it) was bound to have achievers in many fields. (Although no-one quite managed to gain College Colours!)

The library staff were kept on their toes with the likes of Eldon George (who has been officially black listed) - after our weekly page length lists of overdue book holders were announced at form room.

Stuart Se ott "Green" was our official World Peace Campaigner who inspired and delighted

us with his views on the benefits of the N.D.P. and Flower Power. Our unanimously elected Student Councillors (Rebekah Ogier and Elizabeth Male) represented us extremely well under the often trying conditions.

Mr "K" is to be commended for the long hours he spent running the rehearsals for "Half a Sixpence" whose cast was made up of many IlK form members.

Early in the year we were sad to see Darren Chaytor and Deonne McCann leave the College to gain employment beyond the gates of All Saints' College.

Ben Clarke and Eldon George

11H

11 H -H does this mean horrific, horrendous or humungus or maybe happy, humilitating or humble.

No it means "Heinrichs" and this fabulous form has achieved many things this year.

First the good points:

Eddie and Winnie Wong finally arrived during second term and have settled in quite well.

Eliza Compton, a Scholarship winner, has been able to add a little bit of sensibility to the form room lesson.

Scott Watters achieved great heights with his football by being selected in the Teal Cup Team.

Chris Warren was also selected in the State Lacrosse Team.

Nicole Pihu was selected in the State Swimming Team which travelled to Melbourne and Canberra.

Brian Friend is selected in the State Archery Team, which will be going to Brisbane during the Christmas Holidays.

Penni Horn has been accepted as the Exchange Student to Italy at Christmas.

Congratulations must go to all these students who have represented the school so well.

Now for the not so good points:

Frank Heedes and Cathy Blaxillleft our class to go on to bigger and better things.

Also Marcus Downs, Brian Friend, Gary Dixon and Andrew Smyth will be leaving us at the end of the year.

Best wishes go to all these students.

Penni Horn and lan Osborne

FORM IIH

Back Row, lefl 10 right: Sarah Bee, Bradley Spencer, Christopher Warren, [an Osborne, Simon Hewson, Marcus Downs, Brian Friend, Andrew Smyth, Scon Watters, Todd Gardner, John Beechen Middle Row, lefl 10 righl: Nicole Pihu, Claire Rowley, Michelle Robartson, Pen elope Horn, Lisa George, Alan Stewart, Simone Askins, Angela Perry, Gary Dixon, Ashley Lansley Fronl Row, lefl 10 righl: .ranine Hubbard, Eliza Compton, Eddy Wong, Kirsten Hodge, Wini Wong, Sheree Tayler, Mr V. Heinrichs

Row, left to right: Paul Ellen, Rene Holz,

FORM IIR

Matthew

Darren Youens, Dirk Pyle, Josephine Quealy Middle Row, left to right: Hana Geha, Sean Tyndall, Kathryn Morri.son, Richard Campe, Harley, Craig Spence, Nicholas Stacy, Adrienne Hartley, Georgma Hanson, Donna Atkmson Front Row, left to right: Kerri-Ann Mclnnes, Panda Gardner, Sonya Tassel, Mr Anthony Radlch, Catherine Adams, Naomi Newby, Andrea Osborne

HR FORM REPORT

The humble potato has many jackets. How's that for a good first line?!!

Well, we started the year headed by, without a doubt the most radical staff member at All Saints; College as our Form Teacher. Clothed in Stuart Membery and laden down with gel, "Uncle Raddy" added interest to the traditionally boring Form Room. Endeavouring to bring the class together Mr Radich organised a class outing in first term. Unfortunately we spent a significant percentage of it sitting at the bottom of the school driveway, waiting for Mr Radich to catch his pet bird!

Shifting our attention from our form teacher we surveyed all our class members to give credit to any outstanding achievers. Unfortunately we have none apart from, of course, our future school captain Bruce Lee and Josephine Quealy who was awarded colours for her efforts in debating.

Naturally we have the normal quota of surfs in Chris, Matt, Sean and Boo. And we can't

write this report without glvmg a special mention to ourselves - the squealers.

Sonya Tassell was our student council representative and shared this responsibility for a short time with Stephen Hartree who left school. His position was competently filled by Bruce Lee. Other students who have left our class throughout the year are Anthony Pengilly, Steven Wright and Matthew Atkinson. Sonya gets another mention for being a newcomer (sort-of-anyway) to the College this year joined by Naomi Newby, Steven Wright and Matt Atkinson.

1985 proved to be rather uneventful. Our first exciting event (apart from the class outing) had to be our favourite of the year. That was of course exams (what??!!!) need I say more! Then a nice RELAXING (optimum word) camp climbing up big mountains and staying in haunted dormitories. There was also a disease prominent at camp. Various members of our class were afflicted and made up the main constituency of .the Leper Colony (Christian, Sean, Boo, us?! !).

Back

Martin Flux, Grant Brinklow,

Power, Bruce Lee,

Third term got off to a rather eventful start for a few of us who attended the Graduation Ball. Only four of the class went as we were only invited to go in the last week of second term. Not to worry, those who went enjoyed themselves thoroughly!! I think some of us danced a little too much while others didn't dance at all.

The students in this form have in the main capably carried out their monitorial duties and special thanks go to our able Student Councillors, Rebecca Gulvin and Joelie May their job hasn't always been easy.

Well, there's really not much more to comment on. We have a lot ahead of us before the end of the year. I guess even then we will still be waiting for Mr Radich's house in Fremantle to be finished so we can have our big raging party.

We'l! see you there, best regards Kathy and Cathy

As a Form they can be very "loud" or incredibly silent on some issues. Sadly, I found that as a group we didn't seem to "click" and there was much evidence of people wanting to do their own thing - not always to the benefit of our Form.

Socially, perhaps its the age we ought to have been more active but for some reason we haven't. However, all in all it has not been a bad year.

R.M. Glasheen

llG

This year has been a relatively quiet one for Form 11 G. Perhaps the highlight of the year was Damien Gare being honoured with a position in the Science School at one of the Universities in Sydney during September.

A STIRLING ADVENTURE - THE CAMP, ANOTHER PERSPECTIVE

After many elaborate fairy tales of peril on the peaks and sub zero temperatures (outlined by our intrepid and knowledgeable leader of

11G

Back Row, left to right: Christine Buckland, Gabriel Chan, Anthony Christie, Simon Wright, David Adams, Anthony Connors, Oscar Berghich, Damien Gare, David Leighton Middle Row, left to right: Sebastian Consani, Sean Hatch, Kerry Medcroft, Mark Meehan, Tanya Malpass, Robert Sexton, Sheron Dixon, Amanda McAppioir, Kim Gordon, Rebecca Gulvin Front Row, left to right: lody Fenn, luliana Fels, loelie May, Mr R.M. Glasheen, Form Teacher, Elene Worthington, Caryn Cheah, Georgina Day

many a mountain scaling mission - Mr B) we set off in high spirits for the Stirlings.

As the miles flew by, we were entertained by the likes of Oscar "Dylan", with merry (if not clean) melodies flavoured with acoustic accompaniments. When the time came to scale the "big one" (Bluff Knoll), other hidden talent was uncovered. This came in the form of the "Tactical Response Crew" who were entertaining if not talented. After hearing rumours of "SAS training" and incredible feats of human endurance from members of the "elite crew", we were all disappointed by their plastic performances on the peaks.

Most meals were palatable, I was somewhat disturbed one morning, when a dog rejected the offer of snaggs and scrambled eggs, which I was queuing up for! The cooks excuse "I'm only on work experience!".

Business boomed in Albany stores such as Red Rooster and St Vincent de Paul's, as we stocked up on life's "necessities". Delights such as Paisley "GO's" gear and flairs were snatched up by our resident "Beatle Historian" Mr Eldon "Isaac" George.

These bargains (at fifty cents to four dollars a throw) were reported to be "ultimately sixtyish", even though dettol baths would have been essential for most garments purchased.

By Friday, after 'roo tick alerts, four sleepless nights and our rage of a disco (organised by our Membery man, Mr Anthony Radich), it was time to head for home, a good soak in the bath and plenty of shut eye.

Ben C/arke, 11 R

THE GREAT YEAR 11 CAMPING EXPEDITION - "TRIAL BY ORDEAL"

Like any excuse to miss a weeks' school time, the great expedition by ASC II's to the Stirling Ranges and Albany was an event we could all hardly wait for. Some seventy students had elected to venture "down south" for what they believed to be a "well earned" break after those horrific and all too exhausting mid semester examinations. Little did the unsuspecting horde know what that "out-of-doors-megamountaineer" Mr Bednall (our tour guide) had in store for them. Most were under the impression that the "adventure" would entail a lot of relaxation, nights by the fire toasting mm's, songs, gaiety, and "brains in neutral". Those hopes were soon dashed once we learned that our expedition would be no less than a virtual trial-by-ordeal!!

Day One: Monday 15th July

Forfeiting our "visitors holiday" long weekend, we were up early braving the cold ready to hit the track. Most had arrived by 7 a.m. so as to be ready to leave by 8 a.m. when the buses were scheduled to arrive. Several parents quite courageously gave up their time to join the eager 11 's on their journey. Mr and Mrs Griffiths, Mrs Burton, Mrs Pihu and Mrs Lawrence, who was accompanied by her young daughter Bree, also believed they were in for a nice weeks' R and R. Mrs Van Dongen and Miss Brandenberg (more affectionately known as "Hitler" Brandenberg) were there bright and early with Mr Kural and Mr Radich (who by the way had arrived punctually at seven much to everyone's surprise). To show what it means to be a Bednall, Mr B brought along young Pete - the daring 5 year old youngest of the clan B - who promptly challenged all those willing and able to "race to the top of Bluff Knoll". With the buses packed and after a few words from our tour guide we were off on the great Year 11 camping Expedition by well 9.15 a.m. (NOBODY'S PERFECT!)

"Chariots of Fire'"

Armadale was our first stop. There, forgetful people like Andy Blackburn and of course Mr R, had to find suitable cutlery and crockery to purchase as they had not come prepared. After some time, and once the two had returned, the buses were off again. The next stop was North Bannister where the busting students availed themselves of the facilities and of course "SNACKY POOS". After an hours driveLUNCH!! at Kojonup - the epicentre of out of doors picnic locations. There the still energetic kiddies played footy, nigger and "monkey bars". Fearing that they had depleted themselves of energy, the majority of the gang rushed to the local patisserie (cleverly disguised as a DELl) and proceeded to purchase several tonnes of vanilla slices, hot pies, sausage rolls and liquid refreshments. Suitably satiated, the buses laden with their wards were off again, headed for Stirling Ranges Caravan Park.

Following an informative "tent-pitching - how-to-do-it" lesson, the kiddies dispersed to their various colonies and erected their somewhat precarious canvas homes. Each colony was appropriately named - THE LEPER COLONY; BRADY BUNCH; TRENCH LAND; and SERGEANT-MAJOR KENCHEN'S OUTPOST. The evening was pleasantly concluded with a very informative slide preview featuring the moaning toad.

Day Two: 16th July

Day Three: 17th July

After a freezing night's sleep - everyone woke and quickly assumed their positions in the SHOWER-BREAKFAST-WASH-UP lines. Mr B, the tour guide divided the group into twoLlFE-BE-IN-ITS (headed by the Elite Tactical Response Crew featuring Paul, Donny, Duns, Stace, and Ossie Mets) who would conquer two mountains and the NOT-SO-LlFE-BE-IN-ITS who would climb the Bluff. All objectives were achieved and after a nutritious dinner, most hit the sack quite early and slept soundly.

A bus trip to the Porongorups and a morning's climb around any of the four routes - some daring mountaineers decided to stray from the beaten track and scaled the bare rock face. Ken Chen certainly remembers that eventful climb.

Lunch saw the devouring of many hot-dogs and more kicking of the footy.

Albany will never be quite the same. After being allowed an hour's free time in the township most headed for the Coles Confectionery Counter and other similar venues. The camp was, however, a welcome change. The almost new dormitories were soon filled with eager

students readying themselves for an interesting quiz night organised by Mr R. Mr B entertained the masses whilst Hitler Brandenberg and Mr Kural tallied the scores. With the customary Milo and biscuits everyone was off to bed to end the night.

Day Four: 18th July

As with any well organised concentration camp, everyone was up at the sound of the siren and quickly ready for a day's S-S. The Whaling Station, the Blow Holes, the Gap and the Natural Bridge were all quite interesting, however, the experience at Middleton Beach was by far the most exciting. There a whale was calving and many students were eager to catch the event with their Polaroid Instamatics.

Back at Camp Cowaramup everyone was quick to don their dancing shoes, "gelly" their hair into exotic coiffures and ready themselves for a night's bopping at the DISCO!! Mr Kural certainly raised a few eyebrows with his dazzling impersonation of John Travolta in STAYING ALIVE. Sheree Taylor tried to copy him, but failed, sustaining a painful injury.

Day Five: 19th July

The day quickly came upon us and after an exhausting time packing and cleaning, the buses were ready to go. Unfortunately, the last day was spoiled by inclement weather which also prevented the crew returning to Middleton Beach to see if the "momma" whale had given birth.

Our journey back was quite a sedate one as most were too weary to even talk!! This was a sight truly to behold - Kelly George QUIET!!

All told - the Year 11 Camp was a tremendous success, one enjoyed by teachers, parents and students alike.

Rebecca Gulvin and Mr R

YEAR 11 HISTORY REPORT

From the day our new history teacher "squealed" for attention, we were head-overheels with enthusiasm towards this study of the past. Meanwhile, others knew what to'Cxpect as "Daffid" walked through the door (and convinced us that "History is Bunk").

Excursions certainly liven up any course (with our History outing being no exception), however many felt our rampage through the cemetery was dead boring.

Other enthusiastic possums helped themselves to endless grapes and the ranger's garden hose. This magical history tour wouldn't have been complete without the ranger's "words of wisdom" regarding the dead and buried.

Back at school, there was never a dull moment as the chipmunk punk (stuck on 45 speed) rambled her way through lesson after fact filled lesson.

Mr Taylor on the other hand, preferred to make pitiful attempts at humour which were keenly recorded by Jody Fenn for later use, or abuse.

After fossicking our way through W.A. and Victorian goldfields, both classes lapsed into deep depression.

However, enthusiasm was somewhat revived as we traversed Dire Straits to Indonesia and Japan.

Daffid promised (to the delight of all) to demonstrate the ancient ritual of Hari Kuri, but later refused to go through with the act for the sake of his "poor" wife.

The Healy family's involvement flourished during the Industrial Revolution, while Taylor's Reich plotted a "Night of Long Knives" using Nazi propaganda tactics in an attempt to Putsh their Jewish Fuhr.

The reign of terror which followed this unsuccessful coup caused many further lessons to take up most of our precious recess break.

Ben Clarke, Hanna Geha, Kerry Medcrofl and Margarel Healy

Don Bremner, Year 11

THE DISTANCE RUNNER

Kerry Medcrofl, Year 11

The gun shot cracks, the pain begins

A leader sets the pace.

Through the creek and dense scrub

The runners dash in haste.

Dodging bushes and leaping stumps,

The torture has already started.

Concentration, motivation

That's what the runner's after.

He seems to see no other path,

But that which lies ahead.

Alone in the world of discipline,

Where only the wind is fed.

As the finish lies in sight,

The winning strides are taken.

To retain top and ultimate pace,

His second wind is taken.

The crowd inspires his weary heat,

To push him to the limit.

Resistance of the pain requires,

Strength in soul and spirit.

As that powerful moment is reached,

The tape explodes at his chest

The distance runner relaxes inside

Acknowledging he is the best.

Ben Clarke, 11 K

"ARRIV AL OF THE CONCORDE"

"Well we are here today awaiting the arrival of the British Airways supersonic airliner, the Concorde. The aircraft was scheduled to arrive at 9.30 a.m. this morning, the time now being 9.45 a.m. so we must consider the fact that it is possible that the aircraft might be running behind schedule.

milling around on the tarmac and the expressions on their faces tell me that perhaps they are as fed up as I am. They are being held back by a hastily erected barrier guarded by Commonwealth Police. That's about all we can see at the moment as the aircraft that was supposed to be here twenty minutes ago is still flying around over Perth somewhere.

"We have just had word from the control tower that the aircraft, the Concorde, will be arriving in five minutes, yes only five more minutes to wait before we see the fastest passenger aircraft in the world. Unfortunately it has not lived up to its name on this trip to Perth as it is very late on arrival at Perth Airport where we are commentating from at the moment. Looking skyward at the moment [ can see a white spot on the horizon which may be the long awaited Concorde we have all been waiting for ... no sorry that's just a bit of bird dropping on the window here in the viewing booth at Perth Airport.

"It left Johannesburg, the Concorde that is, about an hour and a half ago. This modern aircraft has been in service for British Airways for about ten years now and we think it will not be long to go before it makes its first landing here at Perth Airport. A large crowd has begun to gather on the tarmac and has been growing larger by the minute. From our position here we can see that they are impatiently awaiting the arrival of the Concorde, which was scheduled to be here by 9.30 a.m. It is now 9.47 a.m. and still there is no sign of the aircraft arriving. We have been in contact with the control tower and they believe that the plane will be here in a few minutes so in the meanwhile we will take a break and be ba Well I've been told we are not taking a break so I'll tell you something about the aircraft while we await its arrival - if it comes at all ... Well I seem to have lost the technical data about the aircraft which, until a few minutes ago was right here in front of me. In the meanwhile I'll describe to you the scene here at Perth Airport. There are lots of people

"Sooner or later the long-awaited Concorde may be gracing our skies with its majestic figure. If current indications are any indication then it will probably be later rather than sooner. The sound barrier is not an easy thing to break but I will try to break it if we don't go for a break soon. Please can we have a break Bob! "

John Beechen, 11 H

Emma Geary, Year /2

YEAR 12

12S FORM PHOTO

Top, left to right: Neil Gibson, Warren Morris, Mark van Brakel, tuart Redman, Seott Ritehie, Robert Williams, Miehael Armstrong, Jeffrey Powell Centre, left to right: Graeme Esslemont, John Tanner, Nieole Burton, Raehel Taylor, Tania Holmes, Morag MacKinnon, Emma Geary, Lisa Watson Front, left to right: Narelle Austin, Darren Melior, Luise Johnson, Mr M. Stapleton, Sarah Hawley, Helen Meehan, Cynthia Wong

12S FORM REPORT

S for stupendous, sexy and silly the students who have again launched themselves wholeheartedly into Year 12 and who will launch themselves wholeheartedly out of it.

- it changes by the day; Emma's barb wire disguised glasses; Graeme's heavy overdose on Freud midway through the year; Michael with his display of masculinity (he swore several times and got into trouble).

Led by Mr 'trendy' Stapleton who wore the volume control on his shirts constantly on high, the form displayed the talents typical of Year 12 - i.e. trying to sneak out of form 10 minutes early, bludging, making paper planes out of notes that were meant for parents and launching these from the windows. All of the students were very proud of the form and professed this each Monday and Friday by talking while 'Stapo' asserted his natural authority by such stern words as "Quiet, has anyone heard the one about ?" Usually he reverted to the gutter language of his Pommie past with witticisms like, "Listen here, four eyes" (to Emma) and other wisecracks he finds amusing.

Memorabilia include: John's chameleon hair

Questions for next year:

Will Scott marry Cathy?

Will Neil stop being a fascist?

Will Robert stop being a warmonger?

Will Warren give up surfing? and most importantly:

Will Mr Stapleton's tree grow back?

Will he be nice?

Will he out-trend Mr Radich?

Will Emma stop putting him down?

For the answers to these and more - come again next year and ask!

This year has been an experience for the youth of Year 12. Thank goodness we don't have to do it again!

Robert Williams

le!1 10 righl: Mark Snooks, Andrew

12M

Brian Willis,

Ryan, Craig Robinson, Simon Ladbrook, Matthew Edwards Cemre, le!1 la righl: Barbara Wood, Susan Leslie, Karl Perry, Simon Stone, Helen Fell, Joanna Brown, Catherine Elphick Frail!, le!1 10 right: Katherine Clarke, Mark Dominy, Sonia Reed, Mr K. Maughan, Emma Hunter, Penelope Trinder, Perri Whitaker

l2M FORM ROOM NOTES

We made it! After serving a 12 year sentence we are about to be inflicted upon society to see what damage we can do now.

Well, what can we say?

Our form is dull, but we have shown some achievements. Congratulations to Sonia Reed, Karl Perry and Matthew Edwards who achieved colours. Thanks for giving us something to write about.

It's been a great year, marred only by Mr Maughan's pathetic jokes and the continual slap fighties between Karly Perry and Andy Tompkin. Our two "surfies" Simon Stone and Craig Robinson dream about riding huge curling waves in their latest surfing magazine.

Helen Fell gave us something to laugh about when her ball photo was displayed and Perri Whittaker resumed the slap fighties with Karly when Andy got tired.

Soon we shall realise that the T.A.E. exams are not really far away, and will perhaps start

practising some exam techniques - commonly known as last minute cramming. We are looking forward to our Year 12 dinner and to the joyous prospects of a long lazy summer holiday (like never before).

And so we will leave in typical splendour. We wish good old 12M the best of luck and hope that the Year 12s in the years to come will leave with as fond a memory of their school days as we do now(??).

Susan Leslie and Matthew Edwards

l2D FORM REPORT

"Ssh"

"Please listen to what I'm saying."

"Travis, do you want to fail your next Physical Science test?"

"Look this is as boring for me as it is for you but it has to be done."

"Do I detect silence -" (Roar from the crowd.)

Top,

Tompkin,

Mark

"No, J didn't think so."

And so starts another form period, starring Form 12D, and introducing Mr Dierks as the tormented, yet extremely jovial, hard working teacher. The laughs never run short in 12D. We have our definite comical characters, in the form of two males; one large redhead and one not so large brunette, otherwise known to all as Todd Grierson and Donald Cummins. These characters have an endless supply of rude, crude and snide comments to be made to all innocent and unsuspecting figures who try hard to maintain a happy equilibrium in the classroom.

who sits up the back and quietly listens to Don, occasionally prompting him and giving him confidence in what he is saying.

The contrast in personalities of our two Student Council members is amazing. On the one hand we have Donald, the hard-working, power-hungry yet very entertaining representative, who never fails to deliver a few jokes and gain a few laughs during the course of his report to his adoring class members. On the other hand we have Ellen Hickman, the hard-working yet quiet but extremely well liked representative

Our Human Relations periods are what is commonly known as a shambles as Mr Dierks tries in vain to get us to sit in a circle - much to Paige Turner's disgust every week - to forget our inhibitions and talk freely amongst our peers. It is at this stage during the week that we unveil our hidden personalities, let our emotions show and listen to Travis Butler deliver a comedy act and complain about his last Physical Science mark. During this time also, people tend to be slightly put off by the sarcastic comments which forever pour forth from the mouth of David Westle, who is ably supported by lan Waghorn. Comments and suggestions have to be well thought through to avoid the barb of sarcasm.

Sitting up the back we have Kylie Harris and her little band of cohorts, who do everything to disrupt Mr Dierks and the other members of the

12D

Top, left to right: lamie Lyford, Peter Shipman, Ian Waghorn, David Westle, Todd Grierson, Travis Butler, Donald Cummins, Craig Larkin Middle, left la right: Ellen Hickman, Michelle Kenworthy. Sonya Wood, Vincent Lok, Paige Turner. Deanne Haffner, Andrew Litster BOllom, left to right: Elizabeth Dodd, Catherine Goldsmith, Elisabeth lones, Mr S. Dierks, Narelle Fogerty, Kylie Harris, Pet a Hagan

class, making an enjoyable peaceful Human Relations lesson almost impossible. But it is all in the name of fun!

We have some quiet members of 120, like Cathy Goldsmith, Peta Hagan (who often falls asleep in class), Jamie Lyford, Vincent Lok, Elizabeth Dodd and Narelle Fogarty, who sit and listen and absorb the views and opinions of others (while not always agreeing, of course). They may not say much, but they are all valuable and well-respected members of our class.

The vocal lot in our class are Elisabeth Jones (who frequently has long and involved conversations with Sanya Wood, much to Mr Dierks' protests), Deanne Hoffner, Michelle Kenworthy and Craig Larkin. They are the ones who have most to say during discussions and who throw their opinions to the lions to be attacked and ripped down if so desired by everyone else.

You may be led to believe that we are a bunch of hoo-hahs, loud-mouths, comics and fools, but we are not. We have some real achievers. Michelle Kenworthy is an excellent lacrosse player; Elisabeth Jones was Year 12 runner-up champion girl in the swimming carnival; Paige Turner achieved her bronze medal in the Duke of Edinburgh Award; Sanya Wood was offered a Rotary exchange; Andrew Utster was Year 12 champion boy at the swimming carnival and has been awarded College colours for his excellent achievements in this area; and of course, Peter Shipman and his brilliant academic achievements throughout his five years at All Saints'. Do we have the Dux of the College as a member of our form?

It is on this note that this report will finish. Year 12 has been a great year for all of us, and leaving All Saints' will be a hard step to take. Yet it is a step we must take, and I doubt it will be done dry-eyed. We wish next year's Year 12's the best of luck, and may the spirit at All Saints' run high forever!

Stapleton (Camp Commandant), all of whom will travel with Seven State to Kalbarri. The schedule is as follows:

Day 1 Monday, 25 November: 7.30 a.m. departure from A.S.C. for Kalbarri.

Day 2 Tuesday, 26 November: KalbarriRed Bluff.

Day 3 Wednesday, 27 November: KalbarriRiver Gorges.

Day 4 Thursday, 28 November: Kalbarri to Geraldton.

Day 5 Friday, 29 November: Geraldton to Perth. 5.00 p.m. E.T.A. at A.S.C.

I'm afraid you will have to wait for the 1986 Stapleton Report which will give a full account (including photographs) of what happened.

Joanna Brown "Highly Commended" by the judges in the "West Australian" Young Writers Contest.

HONEY FROM THE CORE

Sanya Wood and Paige Turner

YEAR 12 CAMP

What camp? It is not possible to give you a report on the Year 12 camp - mainly because it hasn't happened yet (i.e. at the time of this report being written). After much deliberation and many consultations with the Year 12 students it was decided that it would be best to postpone the proposed "Kalbarri Tour" until after the T.A.E. It was also decided that it should be voluntary.

The tour will involve approximately twenty Year 12 students, a female parent and Mr

Janine blew her nose on a handful of toilet paper. The roll lay next to her, on the floor. She wiped her nose and sniffed vigorously, making a slightly rude noise in the quiet room. In a minute she would get up and turn the radio on. Janine could never stand silence. She cleared her throat and looked across at him. His skin fell loosely from his forehead and cheekbones to be caught again at the jaw. His ears blatantly denied that they belonged to the head and stuck out at right angles from the sides of his face, giving him a slightly comic look. But his face was anything but comic; the eyes yellowed and the mouth sunken, he stared back at her.

"Well," she said, "I guess that's all for today.

He grunted and cleared his throat before speaking in a rasp-like voice.

"Yes, love, and thank you. I hope the cold gets better."

She grinned, hiding the fact that she felt like she had a sandpaper throat and a leaky tap for a nose.

"Oh don't you worry about me; just look after yourself. Shall I see you next Wednesday then?"

"If it's no bother for you, love. r should like that. "

"Of course not. Next Wednesday it is."

She picked up the toilet roll and swung her leather bag across her shoulder, patted his lizard-like hand as she crossed the room to the other door.

"Now don't you worry about seeing me out. We don't want you catching a chill."

"Right you are, dear," he smiled. "Thanks for coming."

Closing the veneer door on him, Janine walked to her car, fumbling in her handbag for the keys. At the car, the inquiring hand had still not located the keys. She swore quietly and put the bag on the bonnet. Now with sight and touch she would find them. Pulling them out of the bag, they jingled, preparing her mind for driving. Like a dog associates the sight of its leash with a walk. Janine associated the sound of keys with driving.

Paul and her daughter Emma would be home by now. Paul would be systematically going through all the cooking containers, searching for his forthcoming meal. Emma would be asking:

"When's Mum coming home, Dad? I want to ... "

Tonight she would get a chicken; they both liked that better than her cooking anyway. Emma always said that dinner was a waste of time, especially Friday and Saturday nights, because she was always going somewhere. Perhaps David would be there, Emma's boyfriend.

Vacantly driving, she brushed off the front of her uniform with her free hand, although it was clean. Her uniform would never be clean to its wearer, because it was what she worked in. The smell of old-age homes and dying old people always clung to it. She checked the rear-view mirror for wrinkles on her face. She felt old, very old.

Once again fumbling in the reflection of her life, she drew out a packet of foul tasting cough lollies and put one into her mouth to

"Sooth the irritation of minor throat infections, and clear blocked noses."

They tasted awful and did nothing for her, but she sucked them anyway. They reminded her and everyone else that she was sick, and really should be home in bed. Her nostrils were red and sore; toilet paper did nothing for the tender skin of her nose, but the tissues had run out at abouteleven o'clock that morning.

She pulled into the driveway, next to David's car. She hoped they wouldn't stay long, because she could feel a headache coming on. The chicken smelt appetizing as she picked up the bag and walked to the front door. David and Emma were sitting in the loungeroom as she walked down the hall. Emma's face scowled at her in distaste.

"You're very late, Mum. Don't you feel well? You look awful. I'm sorry, but I can't stay for

dinner; we're late already."

And with that, she brushed her hair off her face and strode to the front door. David foliowed meekly behind her, his face appreciative of her direct words and action.

"I'll see you later Mrs Williams; we shouldn't be home too late." Janine nodded dumbly and muttered something about driving carefully. She heard Emma's dramatic "tut-tut" as the front door closed in her face. Her head was raging now and she clicked up the hall, pulling off one shoe at a time as she stood in the bedroom door. The bedroom was empty as was the family room. On the table was a hastily scrawled note in Emma's handwriting.

"Dad called, said he'd be home late, lots of work at the office, Emma."

The chicken smelt sickly and she put it on the kitchen bench and walked back to her bedroom. She always felt better as soon as she had taken her uniform off. Her blue tracksuit lay discarded on the floor where she had left it last night. Pulling it on, she felt slightly better. It was amazing what clothes did to the subconscious mind. She recalled that Emma had been wearing her favourite jumper.

"Damn that girl," she muttered whilst picking up the dirty teacups from the loungeroom.

The chicken squatted on the kitchen bench, its shape decidedly "chickenish" in the bag. It looked uncertain as to what to do next. The cat eyed it appreciatively from the floor and "meowed" plaintively.

"You've been fed today, Gary," she muttered, pushing him out of the kitchen with her foot. He stalked across the room indignantly and sat under the table, licking his ruffled fur and giving her a disdainful look.

Janine sighed and put the chicken in the fridge. She wasn't hungry, and it would do for Paul's and Emma's lunch tomorrow. All she wanted was a cup of coffee and some aspirin to relieve the throbbing in her head. Gary having gained more courage came back into the kitchen and rubbed hiself across her bare legs. Usually she would have picked him up and told him

"What an adorable boy" he was but today she had no patience.

"For Christ's sake, Gary, get out of the kitchen. I'm not feeding you. You've had enough."

Gary scuttled out of the kitchen, but this time on his feline face there was disbelief and hurt. He decided that he would just sit under the table and watch her until she became Janine again. He licked his black coat and scratched his side.

The kettle boiled and she poured the steaming

water into a mug - it had some ridiculous saying on it. Emma had bought it for her birthday last year. Its wit had faded and now it just annoyed her. The coffee did more for her aching throat and blocked nose than the expensive cough lollies had done all day.

Gary, seeing the milk container and recognising it as his favourite food, forgetting his earlier scolding, ran into the kitchen, tail in the air, meowing loudly. Janine swore, picked him up, strode to the front door and threw him out onto the lawn. She didn't stay to see if he landed right way up, but slammed the door, and went back to her coffee.

BUGS BUNNY

Now Bugs Bunny was from Alambama, where the carrots rise and fall.

Why he left his home to roam around Tennessee no-ones got the mind to call.

Some rabbits thought he was off to find more carrots.

But other rabbits thought he was off to find some parrots.

One day Bugs rang the sheriff of Alabama And told him that he found some gold.

But the sheriff said he was crazy because Tennessee is freezing cold.

The aspirin tasted bitter as she flicked through the daily paper, not reading, not looking. She sighed with relief as she heard the car at the corner of her block. Paul was home, at last. He would look after her. As she was walking to the front door, there came a strangely human scream. Quickening her pace she opened the front door to see a pair of red tail lights accelerating up the road. The shape on the road looked strangely familiar. Her throat caught as she pushed herself through the door and out onto the lawn. The road had never seemed so far from the door in her life. She stopped before the shape and sank to her knees, the tears roIling freely from her eyes. Wiping her nose on her sleeve she reached down and picked up the still warm form and clutched it to her chest. His confused looks, plaintive meows sent silent daggers to her heart. She clutched him tighter, burying her face in his tattered fur. That fur that Emma had played with as a child and everyone had admired. She sat, rocking the dead form in her arms.

Paul turned the corner and his headlights picked out a peculiar form in the road.

Joanna Brown

Now Bugs was determined to get the gold for his old mother.

I sat,

A leaf flitted by.

But his mother died the next day, so he gave the gold to his brother.

A LEAF IN TIME

It was a plain leaf, Brown and wrinkled, even ugly in a way.

The wind a merciless creature, Blew it this way and that, No time to rest did it have, It was so helpless, so vulnerable. Me, I am that leaf

I am so helpless, so vulnerable. The gale of life blows me to What'er its whims suggest. I am its servant, I am, the leaf of life.

El/en Hickman, Year 12

"SUNSET"

In the mystery of the evening, With the sunsets afterglow. While around the darkness deepens, And the quiet night breezes blow. There's a hush which falls on the shadows, That now lie upon the night. Where above the sky turns darker, And the stars appear in sight. Here the gallant moon sheds brilliance, As the sun before had shone. And the sleeping earth surrenders, Quietly now, the day is done.

I'MME

Sarah Hawley, 12S

Why am I different? Is what you said. I want to be different, I don't want to be led! I'm sick of the pressures, You put on me. I want to express myself, I want to be free!

Can't you see all the people With dark glasses are blind! No people with glasses Make up my mind! I'm an individual, I'm glad I am me If I'm different, I'm different At least I can see! Your glasses are darkened They blind you, you see; But I'm different, I have none, I'm free and I'm me!

Anon

MOONLIGHT

Moonlight creeping through the window, Touching, bathing, with her light. Moonlight clutching in her fingers, All the secrets of the night. Moonlight and shadows dancing, Flickering gently on the wall. Silhouettes of nature's ballet, Guided by the wind's rise and fall. Moonlight hiding from the blackness, In a gossamer of cloud. Peeping coyly at her lover, Darkness fierce and proud. Moonlight falling on a pillow,

Comforting as night's lights are. Flirting gaily with a mortal, Fickle, flirting with a star.

Sarah Hawley, 12S

BLIND

Why have you discarded me, Just like a broken toy? Although I've lost my eyesight, I'm still the same young boy. Why do you ignore me? Just because I cannot see? Although I cannot look at you, I know you can see me. Why do people tease me? Because I'm not the same? Perhaps if they were in my shoes, They'd stop their silly game. Why don't you understand me?

Can't you see I'm feeling hurt? I'm sick of people taunting me, and treating me like dirt.

So why am I being singled out?

Receiving all this flak?

I'm just the same as you, you know, Except my world is black.

Sarah Hawley, 12S

Penny Trinder, Year 12

SIXTEEN

Sixteen is such a funny year a time when many mother's fear, their darling baby's growing up, no longer such a lively "pup". But more sedate, mature too all new things to see and do "sixteen" will go and do them all in excited haste, and maybe a fall but she'll get up, and when she does, there'll be little to-do, no silly fuss and there'll be many a fall, in many a rut but you see it's all a part of growing up!

REJECTION

It tears and sears my heart, Until there's nothing left to be pulled apart. Their laughter, cruel, like a stab in my aching breast. Pray tell for what did I deserve all this distress? I am so lost in a friendless earth, No comrades to care for what I'm worth. Is it me or is it them, That I seem in a way condemned?

Anon

Cynthia Wong, 12S

LOVE?

Will love soon be a thing of the past? Is our planet heading for oblivion? Will we blow ourselves into a world where love does not exist? Only Only terror, fear and survival of the fittest? Are we heading towards zero? People have written about love since the beginning of life

Life

What is life? What does it mean? Love, Love

Something must be done to save Love, love, love

What will love mean if we are nuked? Is it wrong to long for a world where man can love his fellow man? It has happened before; love has broken down.

Please don't let IT happen again. This time it will be worse, Much worse. Do something, Think, act, save love.

Sanya Wood, 12D

Hickman, Year /2

Elfen

The hot red sun burns strong upon,

The dry and arid land.

The cactus plants, the scorpions,

The scorched parched desert sand.

RESCUE DAWN

The moistless plants that droop and wail,

The hot, dry desert heat.

H blows on plants, on trees and flowers,

Whose heads bow in defeat.

And then the rains come tumbling down,

On sand and rock they rush.

The dry creek beds have come to life,

In torrents now they gush.

The sand that once was dry and hard,

Becomes a wet and sodden mess.

The desert land survives once more,

With rain it has been blessed.

Sarah Haw/ey, 12S

Cynthia Wong, 12S

"AP ARTHEID"

Struggles and hardships for freedom,

Leaves flourishing friendships confused.

The laws of apartheid restrain us,

The prejudice and racist rule.

Uprisings of violence and hostility,

Reflections of mistrust abound.

We see no sense in restrictions,

Can't you see the hate that we've found?

The young kept separate, like prisoners,

Can't mix without breaking the law.

We all need the truth and loyalty,

That only our union can restore.

Sarah Haw/ey, 12S

Comes a moment of infinity, Dawn streaks the eastern sky, Time wavers in tranquility, While the wind is heard to sigh, Yet silence hangs suspended, There in the misting hours, Morning waits to draw its breath, Controlled by heavenly powers, The purple shadows linger, Pale as the shaft of light, Slanting in an upward movement, Bid farewell to the velvet night.

Sarah Haw/ey, 12S

Anyone who has ever wondered if a company that specialised in making pianos and building high-powered motor bikes really knew what it was up to will have all his doubts removed when seated at the controls of this remarkable machine.

For years pianists have been complaining of the quality of provincial pianos and prayed for some way of easily transporting a good piano with them; the Yamaha 750cc Concert Grand is the answer.

Cruising speed is designed to be an easy Allegro Assai, though it can go up to a Vivo or Con Fuoco without any trouble, even if at that tempo the bass response tends to be a little sluggish, I took the Grand on a run from Kelmscott to Mandurah in a little less than two hours and could easily have clipped fifteen minutes off that time if I had remembered to put the lid down.

Not only did it cruise beautifully but when called upon to negotiate some difficult passages of Chopin on the outskirts of Kwinana it responded effortlessly.

The most obvious revolutionary feature of the machine is that the driver sits sideways onto the oncoming road. This makes sense for two reasons: it allows for much greater visibility, and it recognises that pianists feel uneasy if not presenting a profile, though at first it seems a little awkward to look up and see the scenery flash past.

Other drivers were a little startled as well, and on the way back from Mandurah I was stopped once or twice by curious policemen. As they were quick to agree, however, there is nothing in motorway regulations to forbid musical instruments being driven on the motorway as long as they are not horsedrawn.

Comfort is superb throughout. Yamaha has successfully solved the problem of adapting a piano stool to take a safety belt and although

passengers are not yet catered for, they are working on a larger model for duets.

We mustn't forget the Rugby players then Mr Bs boys, real Renaissance men

I especially like the ashtray which pulls out from under the keyboard, the glove compartment set above the treble register and the illuminated music/map stand; I see no reason why these should not be standard fixtures on all stationary pianos.

Among the innovatory controls are a dual accelerator/loud pedal and a flashing light that comes on when a repeat has not been properly observed. If I have a criticism, it is that the metronome attachment which also serves as a windscreen, is stowed by friction, and tends to give inaccurate tempo read-outs.

This revolutionary machine, due on the market in March, comes in three colours: Flaming Scarlotti, Pastoral Brown and Lime Verdi.

Not to be outdone by the netball girls

Gracing the court with their twirls and their swirls

And then there's assemblies and communion too One must be quiet and never say boo People are blessed by the Holy Cup

But where does the excess wine end up?! Not to forget the lunchtime brawls to get in first by the canteen walls

Sarah Haw/ey, 12S

For the past five years

FIVE SAINTLY YEARS

We've been at All Saints' amid detentions and teachers' restraints

We've worked our hardest and done our best

With lots of study and amazing zest. We must make mention of our teachers so fine They helped us along and gave much of their time

They've not only been our tutors and friends but look at the results they got in the end! During our years, our time spent at school We've learned we must not break any of the rules

We must behave in an "appropriate" manner, and not wear our hair like a certain John Tanner We remember well our athletics and swimming Competing with three legs, yet never quite . winning

Poor Mrs Hagan must be mad as a Hatter as the kids all race to fill up their platter

All in all it's been a great five years there's been lots of fun and a few boxed ears

So let's not forget our days at All Saints' amid detentions and teachers' restraints

Perri Whitaker. 12M

Tay/or, Year 12

Rachef

SPORTS

INTERSCHOOL SWIMMING TEAM

INTERSCHOOL SWIMMING

On Wednesday March 27 at 5.00 pm, the All Saints' Interschool swimming team gathered at Melville Aquatic Centre for the Quadrangular Carnival against Applecross S.H.S., Melville S.H.S., and for the first time, Christian Brothers College/Santa Maria. The keen competition and attentive, cheering spectators created a great atmosphere. The final scores were:

and the medley relay team finished fourth from a field of eight schools. N. Pihu

INTERHOUSE

I Applecross S.H.S. - 1524

2 All Saints' College - 1421

3 Christian Brothers College/Santa Maria 1073

4 Melville S.H.S. - 672

Our champion swimmers were Kirsty Dixon, Nicole Pihu, Narelle Austin and Andrew Litster. However the entire team is to be commended on their fine efforts.

STATE RELAY CHAMPIONSHIPS

On Saturday March 9 a team of swimmers competed in the Western Australian Swimming Association Schools' /Colleges' State Relay Championships at Beatty Park Pool.

Thursday March 21 saw the Interhouse Swimming Carnival at Melville Aquatic Centre. Fortunately we had ideal weather conditions and competitors and spectators alike thoroughly enjoyed themselves. Murdoch again showed their great swimming form as they ploughed to a 50 point victory over Forrest.

Final points:

Murdoch: 1884 O'Connor: 1448

Forrest: 1834 Stirling: 1351

The best individual performances were recorded by:

Year 7: J. Waddy - Stirling, J. Greville ­ Forrest

Year 8: M. Dayman - O'Connor, G. Lindegger - Murdoch

Year 9: K. Dixon - Forrest, T. Greville ­ Forrest

The meet commenced at 7.00 pm and of the three teams fielded (Boys' Open 6 x 50 Freestyle - Pop Agnew Trophy, Girls' Open 6 x 50 Freestyle - McClements/Watson Trophy and the Girls' 4 x 50 Medley Relay), two teams scored places in the finals. The Girls' 6 x 50 team finished seventh from a field of eleven schools

Year 10: S. Halliwell- Murdoch, J. Greville­ Forrest

Year 11: N. Pihu - Forrest, A. Dunnet ­ O'Connor

Year 12: N. Austin - Murdoch, A. Litster Murdoch

Note to staff in relay - we'll not forget the flippers next year.

A.S.C. ATHLETICS REPORT

This year has proved to be highly successful for Athletics at A.S.C. For the first time, we were able to send a contingent of our most promising athletes to Perry Lakes, and the Associated non-Catholic Colleges Athletics Carnival (B Division).

We were faithfully supported by the entire Year 9 population and the vocal Miss Healy. Unfortunately we were slightly outnumbered in cheer squad size, as lOO Year 9s cannot compete with hundreds of screaming girls.

Considering the size and strength of the other colleges competing, we put up a very creditable performance. Our combined girls' age divisions came 5th overall while the boys came 6th.

In all ten colleges took part in the competition. A.S.C. came 2nd in the 1500m Cup and 5th in the Relay Cup. Overall we took 6th place, and have cemented our place in the annual meeting.

12 athletes gained 1st place in track and field events, while numerous others gained 2nd and 3rd places.

We look forward to returning to Perry Lakes in 1986, accompanied by the entire school and with an even stronger team of athletes.

Scott Watters is to be corn mended for breaking the previous javelin record of 49m with his first throw.

A week later, the coveted Interhouse Carnival took place between four highly motivated houses. Many records were broken, as our athletes strutted around the oval in the first of the summer heat.

Once again it was Bobby Glash in the central commentary position, detailing the finer points of each race, while trying to identify the front runners.

The running time for many events was reduced this year, as relays were run sim ultaneously.

Due to the unavailability of most Year 12 students, Year 11112 events were combined.

Once again it was Forrest who dominated this prestigious meet, and took her tally of victories to four wins out of five. The supreme house stands alone in athletics.

Stirling was the closest rival, and struggled all day to pin back the flow of Forrest points.

Individual champions were:

Year 7 Boys: Matthew Schmidt (F) (90)

Runner up: Johnathon Greville (F) (50)

Year 7 Girls: Nicole Heatley (0) (60)

Runner up: Christine McConville (S) (48)

Year 8 Boys: Mark Clements (68)

Runner up: Michael Gurr (51)

Year 8 Girls: Alison Andrew (68)

Runner up: Heidi Miller (60)

Year 9 Boys: Timothy Greville (81)

Runner up: Brett Schaper (74)

Year 9 Girls: Simone Carter (85)

Vanessa Bushby

Runners up: Robin Pearson (42)

Year 10 Boys: Robert Trinder (86)

Runner up: Bruce Loneragan (82)

Year 10 Girls: Natalie Howells (55)

Runner up: Felicia Harris (43)

Year 11112 Boys: Scott Watters (68)

Runner up: Stuart Redman (59)

Year 11/12 Girls: Cassandra Trinder (82)

House Championship:

4th 0 'Connor 1326 Y2

3rdMurdoch 1509Y2

2nd Stirling 1523

1st Forrest 1787

Runner up: Christine Buckland (73)

All athletes are to be corn mended for their efforts, and service to their respective houses.

Sincere thanks go to the P .E. staff (Mr Ringer, Mrs Pendlebury and Mr Lickfold) for their weeks of training and support of our athletes.

Ben Clarke, 11K Forrest House

INTERHOUSE CROSS COUNTRY

1985 is the first year that our Interhouse Cross Country has been run with athletes from Years 7-12 competing together in the 2.6 km event. Alterations to our traditional course had to be made, to allow for our new fortifications, which cut off much of the bush.

Thanks to an enthusiastic crowd, consisting of most of the school, the first four runners past the post beat the previous record set by Scott Watters in 1984. Scott (the school champion for three years) has been replaced by Christian de Chaneet, Year 10.

The coveted event on the A.S.C. athletics calendar was keenly contested by more than eighty budding and bright young hopefuls from all years. All competitors who completed the course are to be commended for their sporting services to both their own houses and to the colleges.

The category place getters were as follows:

Upper -school Girls: 1st - Cassandra Trinder, 2nd - Elizabeth Male.

Upper-school Boys: 1st - Christian de Chaneet, 2nd - Robert Trinder.

Lower-school Girls: 1st - Nicole Heatley, 2nd - Rachel Pearson.

Lower-school Boys: 1st - Simon Catt, 2nd - Matthew Schmidt.

Thanks go once again to Mr Ringer for marking out the course and also for his effort in arranging the Fun Run. His determination in the last few years was rewarded when we were invited to compete in the Interschool Cross Country competition at Clontarf. This is now our official Interschool Cross-Country event.

Ben Clarke llK

HOCKEY REPORT 1985

efforts however, we were able to secure two matches at the end of the term.

The first against a combined Year 9, 10, 11 team from Rossmoyne S.H.S. This proved to be a hard fought game between two evenly matched teams. Rossmoyne made the first breakthrough with a goal mid-way through the first half. Saints' fought back hard but the match seemed lost with the score at 1-0 until Wayne Blazejyzck forced a goal with only 2 minutes of playing time left. The final score 1-1.

The All Saints' College International oops! I mean Interschool Hockey Team enjoyed a short but successful season.

The squad, which varied in number from eight to fifteen, trained each Thursday in Term 11. As the weeks passed, the boys were "champing-at-the-bit" for a match. Unfortunately it proved to be rather difficult to find opposition - our reputation had obviously preceded us. Due to Mr Ringer's ceaseless

Two weeks later we travelled to Thornlie S.H.S. to play a combined Year 10,11,12 team. The ASC boys were determined to win this one and played the game with that aim in mind. The first goal was scored early in the first half with a one-two combination effort by Wayne B. and Peter Spencer -a cross from Wayne enabled Peter to sink the ball deep into the back of the net. The second of our goals was scored from a short corner. The final score ASC 2, TSHS O.

We look forward to an equally successful season, and hopefully a few more matches in 1986.

P.

Crane

INTERSCHOOL HOCKEY TEAM

Back Row, left to right: Robert Smyth, David King, Ben Henchan, Simon Wright, Bradley Spencer, Dirk Pyle, Howard Hickman, David Scatt

Front Row, lej/to right: Roger Melior, Lance Perry, Wayne Blazejczyk, Mr Philip Crane, Andrew Smyth (captain), Kim Gordon, Peter Spencer

RUGBY REPORT - 1ST XV

1st XV

1985 has seen the 1st XV achieve a high level of excellence. Previous seasons had shown our potential, but we were defeated by stronger and more experienced sides. However, due to enthusiasm at training and a skilful side comprising players from Years 11 and 12 the first XV emerged as a promising and well coordinated side.

This was proved in the first game of the season when we soundly beat Wesley Second XV for the first time in three years. We did not realise our true ability until our second game against Scotch College Second XV where we thrashed them 30-nil.

We then played the strongest Second XV side in the State who had not had a try scored against them all Season. Our confidence was high but was crushed within the first few minutes of the game. At half time we felt over-powered and certain of defeat with the score at 7-nil. Through perseverance and good luck we managed to win 15-14. Two teachers preferred to catch a taxi home rather than miss the after game celebrations.

It was at this point that Mr Bednall felt we were ready for the State's First XV sides.

Our first game did not prove to be successful as we were defeated 8-nil. However, our skill and determination were remarked upon and it was felt we would do much better next time around.

We did not realise just exactly how much better we were going to get until we played Trinity First XV and beat them 10-3. This was an historic event because it was the first time an All Saints' College First XV had beaten another School's First XV.

The teams last great win for the Season was against Hale who have the reputation of being the best Rugby School in the State. This was a close game which showed All Saints' at their best. We were victorious with a score of 6-3.

To finish the season off the team had arranged to play against the "Old Gold" (a team of ex-State and International players who are over 40). This proved to be a great chance to learn new techniques from more experienced players. The game was finished with supper and the presentation of trophies.

Finally, the whole team would like to thank Mr Bednall for his time and patience in coaching the team and we wish next year's team the best of luck.

Craig Larkin Year 12

RUGBY

Back Row, left to right: Paul Lawrence, Andrew Utster, Scott Ritchie, Mark Ryan, Todd Frierson, Stuart Redman, Craig Robinson, Simon Ladbrook, lan Osborne, Sebastian Consani Front Row, left to right: Mark van Brakel, Andrew Dunnet, Karl Perry (captain), Mr J.M. Bednall. Warren Morris, Craig Larkin, Graeme Esslemont

"THE SAINTS' LINE UP AGAINST THE OLD GOLDS"

2nd XV RUGBY

Back Row, left to right: Stuart Freen, Oscar Berghich, Robert Williams, Tony Connors, David Westle, Darren lones, Mark Dominy, Craig Spence, Marlo Blackbeard Front Row, left to right: Kenneth Chen, Mark Mechan, Sean Hatch, Matthew Edwards, Richard Campe, Ben Clarke, Neil Gibson

RUGBY REPORT - 2ND XV

1985 has been an extremely successful year for All Saints' rugby. Our first XV performed extremely well and it was the inaugural year of the All Saints' second XV rugby side.

Throughout the year, we had three games, winning one. Our first task was to attempt to overcome the power of the Guildford combined side of Year 11 's and some members of their Year lOA side (the good ones). The following statement has been heard many a time so I don't see why I can't use it too. Although we played well, we were defeated 36-0. Our first game didn't turn out to be a burst of glory we hoped for but ... enthusiasm remained high and we then buttered up for a crack at the Hale 2nd's 16-0. Not bad really. The game really was a closer game than the scores indicated. The signs were there and the winning feeling was to hit in our next match.

It was a confident and aggressive team that took to the field against a some what more subdued but just as outwardly aggro V/15 team chosen from the cream of All Saints' younguns. The young fellers managed to score against us in the first half, however, this spurred on our 2nd's

to equalise a matter of minutes later and then ice the cake in the second half.

On behalf of the players, I would like to thank Mr Taylor for coaching us and also congratulate Matthew Edwards on winning "Colours" for his work with the number two team. Also, the whole team would very much like to congratulate the 1st XV for their outstanding efforts this year.

Trophy Winners - Most Consistent: Mark Dominy; Most Improved: Tony Conners. Tony Conners

UNDER 15s RUGBY REPORT

What team at All Saints' strikes terror in the heart of its opponents? The First XV, the Football squad or perhaps the Second XV? No, it's the infamous under 15s!

Greville, Dodd, Flux, Rundin, Snooks, Cargin, Ross and Palmer in the very mobile forward pack and the fast agile Loneragan, Lee, Swiney, Vickers, Sayer, Jeffries and Cox playing in the backs, how could we lose? Well, as it turned out, one thing we lacked was

RUGBY UNDER 15s

Top to Bottom, left to right: Darren Cox, Jon McWhae, Mark Cargin, Adrian Rundin, Jason Sayer, Rolf Vickers, David Snooks, Matthew Dodd, Ashley Gardner, David Ross, Joshua Durham, Stuart Jeffrey, Paul Flux, Paul Denboer, Bruce Loneragan, Matthew Lee (vice captain), Mr T. Ringer (coach), Craig Palmer (captain), James McNeill, Jason Sweeney

experience but we had plenty of enthusiasm and numbers rose above 15 and we were able to a great coach, Mr Ringer.

Some of our achievements include: Tim Greville playing in some interstate games in Sydney (he actually got some tries!).

Matthew Lee being selected in the State training squad, but due to injury couldn't go interstate.

Bruce Loneragan, David Snooks and Craig Palmer training with the State squad but they weren't selected.

Our win/loss percentage was 55%.

arrange games against Wesley and Trinity. Although we lost, the team learned a lot about rugby, notably that it is a game in which determination and team work can take you far. Our thanks go to the enthusiastic 1st XV men who coached and encouraged us, noteably Graeme Esslemont. We look forward to some good rugby from next year's Under 13's with the Year 7's who were a strong part of our team giving the lead in sportsmanship and effort.

ARCHERY

We gained 4th position in the Saturday morning competition. After such a great Monday afternoon after classes finish, it is Archery afternoon. Targets are set up on the season, what more can I say? Who will forget oval, bows are strung and instruction begins; those cold, wet, Saturday mornings when we for the next one and one-half hours concentrawould go for a training session before the game? tion is high as students attempt to better their Congratulations to everyone who played this technique. Throughout the year, All Saints' season and hopefully we will see many of them students enter many competitions, with the in the First XV next year. By the way, the prize results announced at Wednesday assemblies. All for the best player at a training session goes to Saints' students have performed creditably in Bruce Loneragan remember what happened competitions, and it is pleasing to note that two at training with Mr Taylor? current Year 11 students who are achieving

UNDER 13 RUGBY

success in state and national competitions, Brian Friend and Nicholas Stacy, were intro­

The season for the Under 13's was slow in duced to the sport through the instruction starting due to a dearth of players. Eventually offered at this college.

C.l.G. SHIELD FOOTBALL TEAM

Back Row, left to right: Nathan White, Jason Gregory, AIistair Monson, David Snooks, Clinton Atkinson Middle Row, left to right: MichaeI Fairnie, Courtney Sheridan, Brett Schapper, Roger MelIor, Nicholas Hawley, Simon Catt Front Row, left to right: Jason Sayer, Mathew Wood, Peter Hymus, Mr J. Lickfold, Johnathon McWhae, CalIum Fairnie, Robert Trinder

INTERSCHOOL GYMNASTICS TEAM

Back Row, left to right: Phillipa Galloway, Robin Pearson, Joelie May (coach), Simone Brand, Joanne Pearson Front Row, left to right: Heidi Miller, Jo-Anne Fathers, Mrs J. Pendleburg (coach), Vanessa Bushby, Susan Wright

GYMNASTICS

Gymnastics was held as an extra-curricular activity in term one and term two this year. In term two eight girls were selected from a larger squad to enter into the W.A. School Girls Gymnastics Competition. The eight girls selected were Jo-Anne Fathers, Heidi Miller, Susan Wright, Vanessa Bushby, Phillipa Galloway, Simone Brand, Jo-Anne Pearson and Robin Pearson. Joeiie May ably assisted Mrs Pendlebury in the coaching of the team. The girls were very successful in the competition coming 4th out of 22 schools in the Junior Section. This was an excellent effort for their first year in the competition. We are looking forward to further success next year.

SQUASH

Term 1: A large number of students participated in the after school squash coaching sessions which were conducted at the Bull Creek Healthwor!d Squash Centre on Wednesday and Thursday of each week.

Term 2: The College entered two teams in the 1985 Berri Interschool Squash Competition.

The girls' team consisting of A. Osborne (Capt), D. Atkinson, P. Horn, R. Gulvin, with N. Comley as reserve, competed in the U16 Division One section of the competition and it did particularly well by finishing runner-up. The boys' team consisting of N. Goldsmith (Capt), R. Cruse, G. Burton, A. Barker, with D. Scott as reserve competed in the UI6 Division Three section. Unfortunately, the boys team were subjected to a number of fixture mix-ups after changing divisions half way through the season. and it withdrew. In different circumstances this team had the potential to win the Division III Pennant.

Term 3: An Open Championship was conducted during the term and this was won by Robert Cruse with Matthew Atkinson the runner-up. The final score was 3 games to love in an exciting match. Congratulations to these two students and to the winner of the Plate Competition, Penelope Horn.

My thanks are extended to Mr Ringer, Mr Lickfold and Miss Healy who assisted me with the coaching and supervision of the Squash in the College. Dr Speed

SQUASH

Back Row, left to right: Neil Goldsmith, David Seott, Rebecca Gulvin, Simon Wright, Robert Cruse, Donna Atkinson, Graeme Burton, Adrian Barker Front Row, left to right: Natalie Comley, Andrea Osborne, Dr N.E. Speed, Penelope Horn, Sonya Tassell

YEAR 11/12 - BLACK & WHITE NETBALL TEAMS

Back Row, left to right: Sheree Tayler, Donna Atkinson, Nicole Burton, Emma Geary, Tania Holmes, Elizabeth Dodd, Cathy Adams Front Row, left to right: Sonya Tassell, Luise Johnson, Sonia Reed, Elene Worthington, Angela Perry

NETBALL REPORT - BLACK

The season started well with a great team spirit amongst all of the girls.

Training was hard work but was enjoyed by all of us. As we were playing in the Senior level of the competition we were competing against people a lot bigger and more experienced than ourselves. Although we only won a few games we tried our hardest during all of them.

Antoinette Agostini, Kerri Weir, Monique Robertson, Natalie Howells, Alyson Vowles and Deanne Lambert. Thanks must go to Mrs Pendlebury our coach and to all parents and friends who spectated each week.

The players in the Black team were Deonie McCann (Captain), Rebecca Bond, Cathy Adams, Natalie North, Sheree Tayler, Elene Worthington, Sonya Tassell, Angela Perry and Donna Atkinson. The season was enjoyed by all and thanks should go to Mrs Wilmot for coaching us and putting up with us all.

Rebecca Bond

NETBALL REPORT - BLUE

1985 was a fairly successful season for Junior A2. We reached the semi-finals but unfortunately we were beaten by 5 goals. The team contributed full participation in training and in games. The team consisted of Alanna Passmore (Captain), Kerry Vernon (ViceCaptain), Kathy Lehman (Vice-Captain),

Alanna Passmore

NETBALL REPORT - PINK

The 1985 Netball Season was a very challenging one for the All Saints' Pink team, moving up four grades from our previous year. And even though we finished second last, by being put in such a higher division, we felt this was an accomplishment in itself.

The team consisted of Elaine Gibson, Catherine Riches, Vicki Johnston, Felicia Harris, Jeanine Bronwasser, Sharlene Day, Louise Grace and Melissa Arendts - all showing determination to do well with a team spirit.

Many thanks to our coach, Mrs Pendlebury and Mrs Gibson our manageress for making the year an enjoyable one.

Melissa Arendts

BLUE & PINK NETBALL TEAMS (YEAR 10)

Back Row, left to right: Alyson Vowles, Kerry Vernon, Sharlene Day, Louise Grace, Natalie Howells, Alanna Passmore, Kathy Lehman, Catherine Riches, Deanne Lambert Front Row, left to right: Kerri Weir, Vicki Johnston, Jeanine Bronwasser, Mrs J. Pendlebury (coach), Felicia Harris, Elaine Gibson

LIME, BROWN, YELLOW & PURPLE TEAMS (YEARS 7 & 8)

Row, left to right: Natalie Howells (coach), Marissa Taylor, Chelsea Lyford, Fiona Riches, Bronwyn Alaimo, Alexandra Taylor, lane Fewtrell, Katherine Smith, Christa Kaminski, Kathy Lehman (coach)

2nd Back Row, left 10 right: Sonya Tassell (coach), Michelle Warman, lulie Lehman, Sara Leckie, Sarah Came, Natalie Comsley, Rebecca Morcombe, Christina Laycock, Lyndall Heedes, Kerry Vemon (coach) 2nd Front Row, left to right: Deanne Lambert (coach), Christine McConville, Sharon Robartson, lulia Overington, Renee Tyndall, Victoria Westoby, Therese Cruse, lulia Osbome, Anna Kotai, Gemma Carter, Kerri Weir (coach) Front Row, left to right: Alicia Wods, Cheryl McCool, Kelly Friend, Anne-Marie Evans, Sara Pressley, Bianca Robertson, Monique Halliday

NETBALL REPORT - LIME

We had a good season although we didn't win any games. The players in our team were Monique Halliday, Sarah Pressley, Anne-Marie Evans, Kelly Jackson, Christine McConville, Cheryl McCool, Gemma Carter, Kelly Wheatley and Anna Kotai. Our coaches were Kerri Weir and Kathy Lehman. Training was fun and the games were close. Thanks to Kathy and Kerri for training us.

Monique Halliday and Sarah Pressley

NETBALL REPORT - BROWN

This season the Brown netball team played extremely well. We reached the Grand Finals but were defeated by Purple. The team members were Lyndall Heedes (C), Alex Taylor (V.C.), Katherine Smith, Sara Leckie, Sharon Robartson, Theresa Cruse, Rebecca Morcombe and Fiona Riches. The Most Consistent award went to Alex Taylor and the Most Improved award went to Fiona Riches. We would like to thank

Monique Robertson and Natalie Howells for coaching us and Mrs Smith for being our Manager.

Lyndall Heedes

NETBALL REPORT - YELLOW

At the start of the season we were all enthusiastic and we tried to carry this enthusiasm right through.

We won a few games but as the season progressed our coaches, Deanne Lambert and Kerry Vemon, worked us hard and we all improved, not necessarily at the game but in our skills and concentration. We didn't manage to get to the finals but we made a great effort. We all thank our terrific coaches Kerry and Deanne and the Mums and Dads and brothers that supported us at the games rain, hail or shine!

We had a lot of fun and got to know each other well. Altogether we had a great season!

The team consisted of - Bronwyn Alaimo, Christina Laycock, Julia Osborne, Julia

Back

ORANGE, GOLD & GREEN NETBALL TEAMS (YEAR 9)

Back Row, left to right: Kate Connor, Usa Barlow, Elizabeth Riley, Saskia Verschoor, Rhona Dunnet, Catherine Halvorsen, Suzan'ne Pihu, Simone Carter, Kirsty Dixon, Leisa Tassell Middle Row, left to right: Petrina Blackburn, Karen Evans, Michaela Stone, Susan Whyte, Melissa Fogarty, Caroline Whyte, Cymon Cox, Rachel North, Terri Elliott, Melanie Taylor Front Row, left to right: Meredith Hodge, Sharon Bryden, Marie Hamilton, Phillipa Galloway

Overington, Bianca Robertson, Marissa Taylor, Renee Tyndall, Chelsea Lyford and Alicia Woods.

A/icia Woods

NETBALL REPORT - PURPLE

This season has been a very good one for the Purple netball team. The team was very much the same as last year's Year 7 Purple only this year we had much better luck at the beginning of the season. It didn't look as though we had much of a chance of getting anywhere but little by little we gained experience and improved our skills. We were also helped tremendously by 3 teams who forfeited. Finally, we were in the Grand Final facing one of our own teams, All Saints' Brown. It was an extremely well played game on both sides but with Purple winning the Grand Final by a very convincing margin. Members of the team were Sarah Came, Vicky Westoby, J ane Fewtrell, Natalie Comely, Susan Wright, Michelle Warman, Christa Kaminiski (Captain), and Julie Lehman (Vice Captain). Sarah Carne and Natalie Comely were awarded

YEAR 9 NETBALL JUNIOR Bl GOLD TEAM

Most Consistent and Most Improved Players. Many thanks go to Sonya Tassell for being a great coach. Christa Kaminiski

The mighty Gold team decided to re-unite in 1985, to be the Premiers of the Junior B1 Grade. But unfortunately our great intentions did not go as well as planned. After being defeated in our first two games we had already just about given up hope. We not only lost the two games but also our star goal defence (GD), Carolyne Whyte. We fought back in the third game, with Wendy May taking over from Carolyne as GD, and won by a margin of six goals. With our morale boosted we won the next game by even a larger margin.

We made it into the finals. Our first game was against Rossmoyne and we were confident that we would win. Sonia, our beloved coach (Hmmm) made us train, train and train to be ready to take on Rossmoyne. We all played our

best and won. The semi-final was the closest game the Gold team had played all year. Although in front for most of the game we were level at full time. 10 minutes extra time was played and the game was extremely close. Leeming won by one goal, which disappointed us immensely.

However we were very pleased with the way we had played during the season. Our thanks go to Sonia Reed for being a terrific coach and giving up so much of her time for us.

Marie Hamilton

Port Hedland. After being defeated by Willetton in the next two rounds, we ended up second on the ladder, which meant we were to play Willetton in the first semi-final. It was a "tough, hard-fought" game and the better team ended up winning by only one goal- Willetton. The second semi-final was played against Penhros. As they'd never beaten us, we started the game slightly over-confident. We were in front for the first three quarters but then the Penhros team picked up their game and shot to the front. We lost by 8 goals. We ended up third on the ladder.

NETBALL REPORT - GREEN

The All Saints' Green Team began the 1985 season by "creaming" the first three teams we played in the competition. Our fourth game was not so easy, in fact, it wasn't a win at all. We were playing against the team that was to become our arch-rival - Willetton. Unfortunately, for our team, Tracey Hedges, who played centre, was playing her last game with "the green team" as she was moving to

Throughout the netball season, we had three very helpful coaches and we are very grateful to them. We would like to thank Nicole Burton, Michelle Mc Lean and Rebecca Gulvin. They were the key to our team achieving what it did. We would also like to thank Mrs Pendlebury for getting our team into the competition. Special thanks must also go to the parents who supported us every week. Next year "the greenteam" hope to achieve bigger and better things. Grand Final, here we come!

Karen Evans and Rhona Dunnet

Joanna Brown, Year 12

WOODS,A. WROTH,M. HARRISOl\;, R. HOUSTON, R. LlNDEGGER, G. MILLER, H. HEDGES, T. WATT, D.

ARENDTS, M. BOFFEY, E. DE CHANEET, C. HAGAN, N. HICKMAN, H.

JERVIS, L. JONES, S.

LlNDEGGER, S. SWINEY, J. VOWLES, A.

BLAXILL, K. BURGESS, S. CHAYTOR, D. HARTREE, S. HEEDES, F.

VALETE 1985

McCANN, D. PENGILLY, A. WOOLMER, L. WRIGHT, S. ARMSTRONG, M. AUSTI ,:'11. BROWN,J . BURTON, BUTLER, T. CLARKE, K. CUMMINS, D. DODD, E. DOMINY, M. EDWARDS, M. ELPHICK, C. ESSLEMONT, G. FELL,H. FOGARTY, N. GEARY, E. GINSON, N. GOLDSMITH, C. GRIERSON, T. HAFFNER, D.

HAGAN, P. HARRIS, K. HAWLEY.S. HICKMAN, E. HOLMES, T. HUNTER, E. lOHNSON, L. JONES, E. KENWORTHY, M. LADBROOK, S. LARKIN, C. LESLlE. S. LITSTER, A. LOK, V. LYFORD, J. MacKINNON, M. MEEHAN, H. MELLOR, D. MORRIS, W. PERRY, K. POWELL, J. REDMAN, S. REED, S.

RITCHIE, S. ROBINSON, C. RYAN, M. SHIPMAN, P. SNOOKS, M. STONE, S. TANNER, J. TAYLOR, R. TOMPKIN, A. TRINDER, P. TURNER, P. VAN BRAKEL, M. WAGHORN, I. WATSON, G. WATSON, L. WESTLE, D. WHITAKER, P. WILLlAMS, R. WILLIS, B. WONG, C. WOOD, B .. WOOD, S.

SALVETE

JACKSON, M. ALAIMO, B. ALEXANDER, N. BARKER, D. BRA D,S. BROADFOOT, G. BROW, P. BRYDEN, B. CARTER, G. CHAN, K. CHARLEBOIS, K. COLE, B. DALE, L.

DOWNS, F. EVANS, A.

F1CK, D. GOSLING, A. GRAHAM,B. GREVILLE, J. HALLIDAY, M. HARRISON, S. HARTLEY, R. HEATLEY, N.

JACKSON, K. JONES, N.

JOSLIN, C. KING, S. KOTAI, A. LAVENDER, T. LAYCOCK,C.

LEE,R.

LEE, P.

LUSCOMBE, S.

MAIRS, T.

McCONVILLE, C.

McCOOL, C.

MILNER, P. MURPHY, T.

OLSEN, S.

PAPANTONIOU, G.

POSTMA, R. PRESSLEY, S. PYE,J.

RANSON, D.

ROBERTSON, B.

ROBINS, W.

SCHMIDT, M. SCHWETZ, A.

SKEPPER, J.

SMITHSON, T.

SODERSTROM, D.

STEELE, K.

THOMAS,J.

TONKIN, R.

VICKERS, K.

VOWLES, M.

WADDY, J.

WHEATLEY, K.

WISE, S.

WOODS,A.

WROTH, M. ADAMS, M.W. ADAMS, M.J. ALEXANDER, K. ANDREW,A. BARR,K. BENBOW, M. BROWN,C. CALLUM,J. CATT, N. CLEMENTS, M. COXON, A. CRUSE, T. DAYMAN,M.

EASTON, B.

EDDlSON, P. ELLEN,J. FAIRNIE, M. FRIEND, K.

GOLDlNG, K. GOSLING, K. GRICE, A. HARDlNG, D. HEAH, N.

HEEDES, L.

HERPS, L. HILL, D. HOLDE ,J. HOLMES, V. HOUSTON, R.

JAMES, P. lOH SON, M. KE NINGTON, D. LA SLEY, D. LOK, V. MALEY, S. MARCOS, S. McINNES, D. MORCOMBE, R. NEWBY, E. OVERINGTON, J. P ASSMORE, P. PULlCH, K. REANY, T. ROBARTSON, D. RODGERS, B. ROSS, S. ROWLEY,C. RYAN,J. SCOTT, K. SILBURN, J. SMITH, T. SOULSBY, J. TAYLOR, A. TAYLOR, M. TAYLOR, D. THIRD, A. TILLER, S. TRELOAR, A. TYNDALL, R.

WILCOX, T. WRIGHT, S. YOUNGS, A. ATKI SON, A. BOND, A. LEE, K. MALEY, A. TASSELL, L. ATKINSON, M. BIRKUS, M. ROSS, D. ASKINS, S. BERGHICH, O. CHEN, K. COMPTON, E. D1XON, S. LANCE, H. LIDDELL, J. NEWBY, N. ROWE, F. TASSELL, S. WONG, W. CHEE, Y. HARRISON, R. LAI, R. WO G, E. WONG, S. WOOLMER, L. WRIGHT, S. ZEN,A.

Bursar

Mr LR. Botterill, A.A.S.A., Dip.Accy.

Accountant

Mr H. Millard, F.C.A.

Principal's Secretary

Mrs V.M. Payne, A.LP.S.

Bursar's Secretary

Mrs J.A. Brown

Secretarial Staff

Mrs J.L. Lindberg

Mrs G.L. Stone

Mrs M.A. van Aalen

Reprographics Officer

Miss J. Thomson

Clerical Assistant

Mrs P.A. Lawrence

Services Officer

Mr D.R. Evans

Groundsman

Mr R. W. McKeon

Apprentice Horticulturalist

Mr A.J.G. McCarthy

AUTOGRAPHS