The Raineian 1977

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RAINEIAN

1977

Editorial Committee Julie Brown, Gillian Clarke, Paula Martin

Evelyne Ondrasek, Felicity Smith, John Tompkins

Mitzi Wyman

assisted by members of the Lower Sixth

Typists Iris Gadilhe, Jaqueline Surridge and the Secretarial Six th

Cover Design Kathleen Willott

Henry Raine, by Kathleen Willott, L VIL

From the Chairman In 1927 Miss Greer, the Headmistress of Raine's Girls' School, was a friend of one of my aunts. She suggested it might be a good thing to have the baby of the House of Commons as a governor; and that is how my connection with Raine's Schools began.

The boys and girls had separate schools then, with separate Heads, but they shared the same building and the same Board of Governors. The two Heads did not always see eye to eye and there were times when each left a Governors' Meeting while the other was making his or her report.

My first chairman was Sir Edward Mann, the head of Mann's Brewery. He was a splendid old fellow, the father of a famous cricket captain. It is told of him that he used to tour the pubs of Stepney wearing a 'gorblimey' cap to collect the local gossip and views.

It is difficult to remember what differences there are between the Raine's of today and fifty years ago.

The important changes, like most really important things, have occurred gradually. Even the six years of the War, when the School was moved out of London and most of the old streets of Stepney were destroyed, made singularly little difference to the character of Raine's. When I got back to London after six years of absence in the Army I was lost finding my way from Stepney Green Station to Arbour Square, but inside the building it felt like coming home.

The last thirty years have been years of great material progress for much of mankind. Standards of living have risen greatly, but I am not sure that educational standards have kept pace with them. My copies of old records of Raine's have been lost or destroyed, so I cannot easily call changes to mind.

Teaching methods and facilities have changed, but the quality of a school depends upon its staff and its repu tation and Raine's has always been first class in both these respects.

There is one way in which ';';e have enjoyed an immense increase and improvement and that is in such matters as sports, foreign travel and dramatic activity. My recollection is that fifty years ago a Raineian was lucky to get one hour a week for sport or games, and travel, whether foreign or local, was inconceivable.

I have not mentioned any names because there are so many: nor can I write about our blessings and our problems, such as our endowment, our building and our finances. I can only say how proud I am about my connection with the School and of the opportunity to take part in its continued development. In common with all grammar schools, we are about to undergo a radical change. My very best wishes go out to the School and to all those who will be responsible for its future.

Hugh Munro-Lucas-Tooth

School News 1917has been an eventful year for Raine's, and there have been a number of changes throughout the school. There has been some movement of staff: we are losing !'vIr Emes, Mr Pryce, Miss Warner, Mile Laurent (the French Assistant) and Mr Leet, after his short sojourn replacing Mrs Mars. We are especially sorry to say goodbye to Mrs Creasey, the school bursar, after more than twenty-five years with the school. We can, however, welcome some new members of staff - Mr McDonald, Mrs Aldous, Mrs Southcott and Mr Field - and we are happy to see the return of Mr Perrett, who left Raine's last year. Mrs Evans takes over the position of school bursar vacated by Mrs Creasey.

Congratulations are in order for Mrs Mars, who left Raine's in the Spring term to have a baby boy, and for Miss Lewis and Mr Darch on their engagement. We also congratulate John Tompkins, the Head Boy, who won an I.L.E.A. modern languages award, which gave him the opportunity to spend two months in France.

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We are very happy to congratulate former Rainean, John Roberts, who this year won the silver goblet in the Prince Philip rowing cup at Henley. John left Raine's in 1971, and was selected to represent Britain in the 1976 Montreal Olympics.

This year, Raine's celebrated its annual events with customary vigour. The Harvest Festival again drew generous donations of food [or old people from the pupils. The speaker for this occasion was the Reverend Cyril Rowe, the vicar of St Matthias, Stoke Newington. Ascension Day was marked

by Hazel Puul's solo rendering of "I know that my redeemer liveth" and by the unusual talk given by the Reverend E. Roberts, Vicar of St James-the-Less, Bethnal Green. The Christmas carol service was held as usual, as was Remembrance Day service, where the choir sang "Quando Corpus" by Pergolcsi.

On Speech Day we were fortunate in having a very interesting speaker - Mr Louis Heren - the foreign editor of 'The Times'. Founder's Day, however, was a rather sad occasion as we were addressed by Sir Hugh Munro-Lucas-Tooth for the last time in his capacity as chairman of the board of governors. Sir Hugh has held this position for fifty years, and we all regret his departure. On behalf of the school I would like to thank him and the other retiring governors for their services to Raine's.

Those involved in drama have been busy this year, as several excellent productions were staged. The school year began with the undoubted triumph of "Charley's Aunt", which was followed by a production of Gilbert and Sullivan's "Iolanthe". For both of these we thank MissJackson, Miss Lewis and IVlr Blundell, who all contributed greatly to the success of the shows. Mr Blundell's backcloths for the plays were masterpieces of ingenuity and we would like to thank the Parents' Association for their financial help in this.

The house plays were also very enjoyable: Foundation won the senior competition with a pastiche on "This is your Life", while Mann and Winterton tied for the junior cup. Congratulations are also due to the other houses who all put a lot of effort into their plays. At the end of the summer term, the juniors presented a production entitled "Ernie's Incredible Illucinations" with excerpts from various musical shows, which was a great success, enjoyed by all who saw it. The Sixth Form arranged aJubilee party for the old people with singing and sketches - I hope they enjoyed it as much as we did!

Continuing the subject of drama, pupils have gone on many visits to the theatre to see plays ranging from Shakespeare to Tom Stoppard. The Lower Sixth English class were lucky enough to visit Stratford-on-Avon to see a play performed in Shakepeare's home town. There have also been visits to the opera and ballet throughout the year.

Considerable interest has been shown in music this year, which has resulted in a great success in the number of violin, trumpet, trombone, french horn and euphonium lessons. Several pupils also take clarinet lessons in Tower Hamlets, and take part in windbands.

There have been many school trips and field trips this year: Miss Jackson took one party to York in October, and a second skiing at Christmas. The Sixth Form went camping in Wales at Whitsun, and another group went youth hostelling in York during July. Over half term the juniors were able to take a trip to France where they stayed for a few days in Paris and Le Touquet. In addition to these trips there have been several day visits to films, exhibitions and museums during the year.

We should all like to thank the Parents' Association for their gift of a jubilee crown for every pupil, with which to remember jubilee year. Thanks are also due to all those who contributed to, and helped with this magazine, especially Miss Lewis, Mr Barnes and Mr Blundell, whose assistance was invaluable.

Felicity Smith, VILC

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What is Gold?

Gold is the sun

With its shining golden rays.

Gold are the leaves

On those chilly autumn days.

Gold is breakfast:

Lots of cornflakes in a bowl,

The wrapping of a butler pack

On the plate beside a roll.

Gold is a butter cup,

A burning field of corn,

The song of the goldfinch

As it welcomes in the dawn.

Gold is honey,

Some shredded marmalade,

Lovely sticky toffee

That has freshly been made.

Gold is money 足 Those shining golden coins.

Gold is the wedding ring

That man and wife joins.

Gold is wealth,

But also warmth and light,

The colour of angels' wings,

Of things that are good and right.

Gold is the beach

With its far-stretching sands.

Golden are the instruments

Of the booming brass bands.

Gold is happiness,

Laugh ter and fun,

And the peaceful silence,

When the day is done.

Elizabeth Carr, IL

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Butterfly, Linoprint by Jacqueline Anderson, IIIW

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The Governors of Raine's Foundation Chairman The Revere nd N. E. McCurry, M.A .

L. Bernstein, Esq. , B.S c (Eng.), Ph .D. R. Bowman, Esq .

J. Bra naga n , Esq., K.S.G., J.P. Ald er man, J. A. Coan, J.P. W. Flory, Esq. E. H. Haywood, Esq. Councillor E. W. Hill Th e R everend M. John son, M.A.

Vice-Chairman Mrs P. Bentley, B.A. S. A. Ma tth ews, Esq. Mi ss H. Morsman Councillor G. Simons Th e Rev erend E. E. Slack, M.A. Mrs J . SmitJl, B.A. Mrs E. E. Townsend Miss C. L. White, B.A., Ph.D .

Clerk to the Go vernors R. A. Pink, Esq.

Staff based at the Arbour Square Building September 1977 Head Mast er Mr B. P. Stanney, M.A. (Cantab.), [vLEd. (Dunelm) Dep uty Hea ds The Reverend E. G. R. Astill and Mrs A. E. J o hnson, B.A. (Leeds) Senior Mast er Mr W. M. Spoon er, l'v1.A. (London), B.Se. (London), F.R.G .S .

School Chapla in Th e Rever end P. C. Cl yn ick Math ematics Mr G. Calvert (Cit y of Worces ter College)

Mrs S Auerbach, B.S c. (Le eds)

Mr C. J. Ni ce , B.Se. (Southampton)

Mr A. D . Perrett, B.Sc. (Manchester) Mrs R. Frost, B.Ed. (Dundee)

Art Mr J. J . G. Blundell, A.T.D. (London) :VJrs R. Lewis, A.T.D. (Middlesex Po lyt ec hni c) Mr P. Simmonds, Dip. A.D. (Winch ester) Economics Mr P. Spillett, B.Se. (London) 6

English

Religious Studies

Miss M. Lewis, B.A. (Wales)

Mr A. R. Barnes, B.A. (Birmingham)

Miss G. A. Cleeve, B.A. (London)

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

Mrs S. Aldous, B.A. (Hull)

Mr P. C. Protheroe, B.A. (Wales)

Secretarial Studies Mrs D. Byrne

Science Mr R. J. Hudson, B.Sc. (London)

Dr A. Cioci (University of Pisa)

Mr J. S. Everton, M.A. (Oxon)

Mr K. M. Eastman, B.Sc. (Aston)

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

Miss A. W. Naylor, B.Se. (London)

MrsJ. Southcott, B.Sc. (Wales)

Geography and Geology

Mr E. J. Croom, B.Se. (London) Mr M. I. Holmes, B.Se. (London) Mrs P. Pipe, B.Se. (London)

History Mr K. R. Crump, B.A. (Liverpool)

Mr J. H. Darch, B.A . (Wales)

Mr R. C. Hart, B.A . (Nottingham), M.A.

(London)

Languages Mr R. C. Reffold, M.A. (Oxon)

Mr R. F. J. Simmons, B.A. (London)

Miss C. M. Balls, M.A. (Cantab.)

Mrs. L. Geddes, B.A. (Manchester)

Mr A. McDonald, B.A. (Newcastle)

Mr M. K. D. Payne, B.A. (London), A.K.C.

Home Economics Mrs. P. Gosman (National Training College of Domestic Science)

Technical Studies

Music

Mr P. Field, H.N.C. (A very Hill College of Education)

Miss V. G. Jackson, L.R.A.M.

Ph'vsical Education - Girls

Mi'ss A. M. Lowes, Dip . Phys. Ed. (Chelsea)

Mrs S. Scriven, Dip. Phys . Ed. (Bedford)

Librarian: Mrs R. Teteris, A.L.A. School Bursar: Mrs J. 1. Evans Senior Laboratory Technician : Mr S. J. Russell Media Resources Officer: Miss M. Bell

Physical Education - Boys

Mr H. Long, Dip. Phys. Ed. (Loughborough)

Mr P. Holland, (Games coach)

Wood engraving from a Tyrolean calendar, 16th Century

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Prefects-Arbour Square Building

September 1977

Head Boy: John Tompkins, Head Girl: Paula Martin

Deputy Head Boy: Douglas Marks, Deputy Head Girl: Lynda Abbott

Senior Prefect: Kevan Gill, Games Captain: Margaret Poole Prefects Raymond Belcher James Chambers Stephen Crawley Reginald Gurjar Kevin Harvey Graham Law Tony Lock Stephen Lovatt Sub-Prefec ts James Ayling Mark Clare Paul Gibbs Terence Holland Richard Nieman Martin Smith Clive Tuck David Ward Nicholas Beeson Monitors Malcolm Baugh Petn Burchell Keith Foord Antoni Frangou David McCarthy Michael Russell Paul Rutland

Steven Murphy Peler Noble Peter Payne Antony Purvis Paul Rayiru Clive Shilson Paul Smith

Christine Ahearne Barbara Boylett Julie Brown Gillian Clarke Kim Fisher Lisa Helm Elsie Hughes Susan Mole

Trudi Rix Felicity Smith Debra Vincent Christine Franklin Teresa Mussenden Evelyne Ondrasek Mitzi Wyman

Robert Gibbs David Lodemore Andrew Marks Geoffrey Newson Anthony Simpson

Lisa Arnold Leigh Cobbett Denise Cox Julie Dawkins Deborah Goode Alison Harvey Shelley Hurley Helen Kostis Denise Marshall

Carole Passmore Maddalena Pettenati Jill Reilly

Andrew Sissons Rex Smith Barry Sullivan Robert Taylor Nicolas Themistocli John Young

Lyn Angelo Carole Day Toni Fox Shelley Fuller Maxine Gibbons Denise Lucy Wendy Newmeir

Teresa O'Cavanagh Tracy Parker Kay Perryman Tracy Richter Annette Rood Deborah Treadway

The Head Boy and Girl with their Deputies: L. to R. Linda Abbott, Paula Martin, John Tompkins, Douglas Marks

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Prize List 1976-77 FORM PRIZES (All form prizes are for achievem en t unless otherwise stated) IJ Sharon Fryer IL Susan Turner Paul Casali Greta Gurjar Paul Smith Brenda Duncan IP

Jennifer Harvey Julie Mansfield J osiane Kaal

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Justine Hershm an Carol Pyner Stephen Drew Ching Fun Lee Maxine Brown Brenda Pollack

lIM

David Spencer Gary Morgan Mark Dennison (for progress)

IIW

Sarah Smith Patricia O'Cavanagh Mark Houghton

Karen Davies Amanda Malpass Jane Durrell Carla Marshall Fenella Wood Alexine Horsup

IllM

Lesley Cox William Ling Frederick Stratford Ian Crane Richard Saleh Edward Ayres Graham Cater

lIS

II I F

IllS

1IIW

Dawn Prentice Gabriella Castellini Leigh Taylor Peter Clarke Patrick Mulrenan Melanie Foord (for progress) Gillian O'Brien (for progress)

IVG

Sandra Rowley Edmund Cantwell

IVS

John Godfrey Wendy Curley Blake Lee-Harwood

VA

Michael Russell John Young

VG

Teresa o 'Cavanagh John Archbold

VL

Phyllis Alexander Julie Dawkins Carole Day Shelley Hurley Denise Marshall

VS

Rob ert Gibbs Paul Rutl and

IV A

IVL

Secretarial Sixth

Lower Sixth Gillian Clarke, Christine Ahearne Tony Lock, John Tompkins

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Jacqueline Surridge Iris Gadilhe

UPPER SIXTH PRIZES

Chemistry Economics French Geography

Clive Baugh Gary Oxley Judy Mulcock Allan Twynam

SUBJECT PRIZES Religious Knowledge

Physical Exucation

Music Art Cookery

Geology History Mathematics Physics

Senior Intermediate Junior Senior Boy Senior GÂŁrl Junior Boy Junior Girl Senior Junior Senior Junior Senior

Keith Harrison Gary Oxley Clive Baugh Clive Baugh

Leigh Cobbett, VL Clare May, IllS Patrick Burns, I1F Douglas Marks, VIU Genieve Ali, VIU Mark Gittos, IIIM Joanne Marshall, IIIW Leda Bugansky, VA Ian Crane, IIIW Sandra Rowley, IVG Kerry Jose, IL Catherine Clark, IVG

SPECIAL PRIZES The Ida Samuels Memorial Prizes Senior Essay Junior

Susan Crook Susan Rudwick

Geology Field Studies The Haugh Prize for Distinction at Ordinary Level The John J acobs Pri~e for Distinction at Ordinary Level The Ward Prize for Endeavour The Chairman's Prize The Goode Prize The Staff Prize (for service to the School) The Old Raineians' Prizes for Service to the School The Parents' Associa tion Prizes The Grier Memorial Prize for Service to the School The Taylor Memorial Prize for Service to the School 10

Lisa Helm Maddalena Pettenati Nicholas Beeson Reginald Gurjar Diane Tinkler Andrew Fullerton Annette Bugahsky Martin Carter Susan Marks Paul Martin Hazel Paul Susan Crook Clive Baugh

CERTIFICATES University of London Advanced Level: Clive Baugh (4), Anthony Cable (3), Susan Crook (3), Maria Daniels (3), Andrew Fullerton (3), janice George (3), Constantinos Kostis (3), Keith Morse (3), Gary Oxley (3), Carl Panday (3), Roy Smith (3), Diane Tinkler (3), Susan Whitnell (3), Gary Woods (3).

In addition twelve pupils gained two passes and thirteen gained one pass. (Four of these were pupils in the Lower Sixth).

Ordinary Level: Grade A, Band C and Grade 1 C.S.E.: The additions represent passes obtained at Ordinary Level in the Fourth Year.

Phyllis Alexander (10+1), Elaine Allvey (7), Marcia Amass (5+1), Lyn Angelo (6+1), Lisa Arnold (9), Mark Baker (7), Nicholas Beeson (9+ 1), Sharon Bennett (6), Dean Bond (6), Leda Bugansky (5+ 1), Paul Burton (7+1), Leigh Cobbett (6), Denise Cox (9),julie Dawkins (10+1), Carole Day (10+1), Karen Dobinson (7), Keith Foord (7), Antoni Frangou (8+1), Deena Gardiner (6), Andrew Gibson (5+1), Deborah Goode (6), Shelley Hurley (10+1), Helen Kostis (7), David Lodemore (8+1), Denise Lucy (7), Tina Macdonald (7), Andrew Marks (7), Denise Marshall (10+ 1), Sandra Matthew 8+ 1), Geoffrey Newson (9+ 1), Teresa O'Cavanagh (7), Carole Passmore (9+ 1), Maddalena Pettenati 11+1), Mark Power (6),jill Reilly (10), Tracy Richter (6+1), Michael Russell (7), Paul Rutland 9+1), Anthony Simpson (6+1), Simla Singh (7+1), Andrew Sissons (7), Rex Smith (6+1), Robert Taylor (7), Nicolas Themistocli (7+ 1), john Young (7).

Five Sixth Formers gained two and twenty six gained one.

In the Fourth Year thirty two pupils gained one.

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Associated Board of the Royal Schools of Music Paul Szucs Violin Neville Tuck Violin Ian Crane Piano Ching Fun Lee Piano

Grade III Grade III Grave IV with merit Grave V

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Trophies 1976-77 ATHLETIC ACTIVITIES Athletics Winterton Cup Senior Butterfield Cup Intermediate Luton Cup Junior Aldridge Cup Standards Rod en Cup Aggregate

School School Mann School School

Basketball Senior Interm ediate Junior

Raineian Lodge Cup Harvey Martin Cup Fishberg Cup

Winterton Foundation/School Foundation/Mann

Cross Country (Boys) Senior In term cdia te Junior (Girls) Senior Intermediate Junior

Mansfield Cup Wareing Cup Horne Cup

Foundation Mann Mann

Headmaster's Trophy Middle School Trophy Junior Cup

Foundation Winterton School

Hockey Senior Intermediate

Munn Cup Camberley Cup

School Mann

Netball Senior Intermediate Junior

Tyler Trophy Leach Cup Mann Cup

School School School

Rugby Senior Intermediate Junior

Cadet Cup Hirtes Cup Jenkins Cup

Foundation Mann Foundation

Swimming Senior intermediate Junior Aggregate

Lassman Shield Wilkins Shield Turnage Tro phy Manuel Posey Cup

School School School School

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

Foundation Foundation

Physical Education Boys Girls

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Sailing

Senior Trophy

Foundation/Mann

House Championship

Shutt Trophy

School

(Final house percentages of total possible points: School 33.2; Foundation 25.6; Mann 25.1; Winterton 16.1).

ATHLETICS (INDIVIDUAL) Victor Ludorum Senior ] ames Chambers In term ediate David Fletcher Junior Gary Anderson

Victrix Ludorum Senior Intermediate Junior

Gillian Clarke Mclodie Cargill Wendy Goode

CULTURAL ACTIVITIES

Drama Senior Sixth Form Cup Junior D. M. Yeomans Trop~y

Foundation Winterton/Mann

Chess Senior Junior

Clark Cup Clark] unior Cup

School School

Prose and Verse Senior Junior

Aldridge Memorial Trophy Aldridge Memorial Trophy

Winterton Winterton

First Year Harvest Festival Poster Competition

Winterton

Carol Service Poster Competition

School

Junior Projects

Project Cup

Mann

Field Studies

Canning Memorial Trophy

School

Handwri ting

Eagle Trophy

Winterton

School Work ( CJ'edits)

Dagger Cup

Winterton

House Championship Dorothy Broughton Trophy Winterton (Final House Percentages : Winterton 30.5; School 26.1; Mann 23.5; Foundation 19.9) H.R.K. Broughton Championship Trophy School (Final Percentages: School 29.6; Mann 24.3; Winterton 23.3; Foundation 22.8) 13

HAY ON WYE

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Third Year Trip to Wales On Friday, 15th June, 1976 a party of third years set off after school tor an isolated farm near Hay-On-Wye in South Wales. We arrived about an hour and a half late for supper after being held up by an accident blocking the road, then getting the coach stuck in a narrow lane. After supper we all decided to have an early night as we were all tired out from the long journey.

We were up very early Saturday morning and h ad to wash in cold water, then had about three hours to wait for one of the worst breakfasts we've ever had - hardly anybody ate it!

We set out about 9.30 a.m . to a ne arby centre to go pony trekking and skiing on the dry ski-slope .

Fortunately, no bones were broken, although there were many sore bac ksides an d sore toes which had been trodden on by well-meaning ponies! We then took the coach into Hay-On-Wye where we were let loos e on the unsuspecting villagers!

That night the owners allowed us to h ave a small party. Later that night in the dormit ory - or rather barn. Miss Linnett mysteriously mislaid her sleeping bag and her pillow - until she realised that the person in the next bed had two!

On Sunday morning we walked down to pick up the coach then drove to a small sports cen tre where some wen t can oeing while the res t just lazed abou t in the sun.

On the way home that afternoon we stopped off at a falconry. While we were here some went into the falconry, others went fruit picking and the lazy ones just staye d on th e coach.

We finally arrived back at school Sunday night, tired, hungry and a few not feeling too well! There were many absences among the third years in the days following. The reason ............. food poisoning! !

Thanks go to Miss Naylor, Mr. Hudson and Miss Linnett for giving up their weekend to take us to the farm - only Miss Naylor could find a place like that!!

D. Pickett, L. Dalton, IVL

Yorkshire, October 1976 After several false starts, we finally set off on Saturday, 23rd October fo r the exotic delights of the

Yorkshire country-side. Our early attempts to dispose of Gary Oxley met with failure and we were

forc ed to put up with him for the week.

The trip consisted of visiting every waterfall in the area and by the fo llowing Saturday, most of us

were becoming paranoic at the very mention of the word.

The girls were billeted in a cot tage in Masham and the "men" in a flat around th e corner, which

became the scene of violent co nflict as desperate fights broke out in the vain attempts to stop Mr.

Darch reaching the bathroom first.

The weather worsened by the day but the party was lucky in having Martin Carter and Roy Smith

to cater for their every need; the two desp eradoes provided torches, knives, food, drink, coats and

a supply of stylish headgear, rivalled only by Biba.

The highlight of the week was the now legend ary mystery walk which ended in disaster for the party

not with Martin and Roy; this unfortuna te crew was subjected to the inept leadership of Gary

Oxley, and, as a result,jim Ayling, Teresa Mussenden, Susan Mole and Lisa Helm found themselves

in a horrific qu agmire. The other group was luckier, and Christine Ahearne, Julie Brown, and

Gillian Clarke were able to settle for a pub lunch.

We stayed at Masham for a week until local protests became too great, and then we beat a hast y

retreat back to London.

The trip was enjoyed enormously by all and th anks go to Miss Jackson and Mr. Darch for making

the week a great success.

Martin Carter, Susan Mole, Lisa Helm, Sixth Form 15

Bosco San Giorgio-1977 The holiday got off to a [lying start - two hours sitting around at fog-bound Luton. After trans揃 ferring by coach to Gatwick, the group arrived at Verona Airport where a coach was waiting for the journey to the hotel.

The mornings of the first three days were spent learning the rudiments of skiing. After that, those who had the courage were free to use the main slopes. On the final day there were practical tests of people's skiing ability with badge presentations in the evening.

Thanks are due to rvliss Jackson, Mr. Nice, Mr. Croom and Mr. Billington for helping to make the holiday the success it was.

Michael Russell, VA

The Geography/Geology Field Trip-Lake District Our arrival at the Derwent Bank Hotel was marred by the fact that we were not going to stay there!

When we finally arrived at the Newlands Holiday Fellowship Centre the snow was falling, possibly trying to disguise the fact that this was no four-star hotel (nor a three, or even a one star). It seemed like a terrible dream as we moved our luggage into the suitably titled "Permafrost" - "a picturesque north country chalet, complete with white-washed walls, personal dustbins and con足 venient conveniences" -- fifty yards along the pathway.

After trying to overcome the shock of the appearance of the place, the prospect oj" a meal after a day full of new experiences was sufficient incentive not to catch the next train home. The "meal" was followed by two hours of intensive lecturing from Mr. Croom, Mr. Watkins (complete with woolly socks and silver waistcoat) and Mr. Holmes. Victor Hills also gave an interesting lecture on the "behaviour 0 f graptoli tes" - much appreciated, Vic! Our first excursion took us to Castle Head, a volcanic plug. The group found it difficult on this and many subsequent occasions to sketch the scenery with a pen or pencil in a soggy note-book. On Friday the Geographers undertook an urban study of villages clustered around Cockermouth and Redmain; the Geologists went to Redmain to tap on a few pieces of volcanic rock.

Saturday was the big one - the Old Man of COllis ton. Fortunately, everyone made it to the top (some before others) and we proceeded to sketch Levers Tarn, special effects by courtesy 0[' rain, snow and sleet. Staggering back with yet more rock samples, we found this walk most absorbing and wondered where it would end.

Sunday came and went with a trip to Lake Ennerdale where the local council had kindly provided excellent specimens of gr:mophyre: "Not to be removed," said Mr. Watkins - well it was the foot足 path.

IngIcborough, the next day, brought a welco:ne change in the weather after the continuous rain, and much to Mr. Croom's delight, a change in attitude to work. Much of the time was spent clam足 bering up Trow Gill Gorge, taking photographs, drawing sketches and sitting down with paper bags containing one of our many fortifying packed-lunches. We also found, on the academic side, that a swallow hole looks much any other hole in the ground. Other sights of the day included Thomton Force, a waterfall, and Victor Hills demonstrating how to fall into a river while crossing it.

Tuesday, our last full day, brought high spirits and yet longer walks. The last evening was spent by the whole party in the Swinside Inn, a welcome relief from the work of the other evenings.

Finally, thanks go to Mr. Croom, Mr. Holmes, Mr. Watkins and Miss Jackson, who proved that work can be mixed with fun and that a field trip is what you make of it.

Douglas Marks, VILC 16

Stratford-on-Avon At 8.30 a.m. on the morning of the cup final, the Stratford-on-Avon party was assembled outside the school - all, that is, except for Graham Law. When he finally arrived, we set off with Mr. l\ice at the wheel. Surprisingly, we arrived at Leamington Spa without accident and were then forced to sample the spa-water - ugh! Undaunted by this experience, we proceeded to entertain the natives by hiring a boat and circling helplessly in the middle of the river, prior to colliding with a willow tree and just escaping a weir.

Our next stop was Warwick Castle, famous for torture chambers and tortuous stone staircases. Then, with aching feet and one casualty - John Tompkins' camera - we reached our welcome destination, the youth hostel.

After a well deserved rest, we drove into Stratford, where the teachers dined in a restaurant, and we plebs ended up in a Wimpy Bar. From there we walked to the theatre to see a dazzling production of "A Midsummer Night's Dream," which was enjoyed by all.

Next morning we sat down to a breakfast supposedly of scrambled eggs, prepared by Mr. Nice. The girls then displayed their culinary expertise by making sandwiches for lunch. But who dropped Miss Cleeve's jam sandwiches on the Door? Leaving the ruins of the youth hostel, we drove into Stratford.

Our first stop was the beautifully preserved Shakespeare's birthplace, after which we wandered around the town to view other places of interest. Saturated ""ith culture, we stopped for lunch and again took to the water, this time with the teachers, and proceeded to demolish the nearby bridges. l\evertheless, we managed to come first in a local canoeing race.

Exhausted by our lunchtime exertions, we piled back into the minibus and headed for Anne Hathaway's cottage, where we were particularly struck by the beauty of the gardens.

On the return journey our last stop was at the magnificent Blenheim Palace; unfortunat ely, owing to the lack of finances we did not enter.

We are sure that Miss Cleeve, Mr. Johnson and Mr. Nice would like to thank the pupils for making it such an enjoyable weekend!

Evelyne Ondrasek, Feli city Smith, Mitzi Wyman, VILC

1977 Biology Field Trip-South Wales Early one Thursday morning, late in the month of May, we arrived at School with our suitcases and, under the unparallelled guidance of Mr. Everton, we loaded up the minibus. Miss Naylor - our chauffeuse for the week, expertly turned the ignition key and we left for South Wales. After a period which seemed like hours we arrived at Aldgate where th e minibus stalled. The rest of the journey was rather conventional as journeys go: David getting some once-in-a-lifetime photographs of fur lined cars and aircraft and Debra risking her life every so often, poking her head out of the window to see if the luggage was still on top.

As advised by Miss Naylor, we all at e our packed lunches on the way down only to find a meal wait足 ing at the Centre on our arrival. After the meal we were all kitted out in the latest fashion of bright red waterproof trousers, rucksacks and the all-important 'wellies'; then on for a long walk up the local hill - the Sugar Loaf.

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On Sunday we visited a pond which was behind a barbed wire fence. Miss Naylor heroically led the

way over and got stuck half way. Everyone reached for a camera and took pictures of the 'delight足

ful' scene set before them. Little did she know that further down was a gate, which we all used.

This pond was deeper than expected. We found out this fact when water started to go over the top

of our 'wellies'. After we dried ourselves we went for a most enjoyable afternoon's horse riding up

the Welsh mountainside.

Other visits included an oak and beech forest and a stream where a certain person received an

unexpected wash, when three bucketfuls of water hit her.

On the whole the Centre was quite comfortable the only thing which needed improving was the

standard of the food.

On behalf of all the other Biologists, I should like to thank Miss Naylor for making the week a most

enjoyable one, even though she made us work hard, and also Lynda, who added an extra hour onto

the return journey by leaving her handbag in the village where we stopped for lunch!

Paul Rayiru, VILC

The Elizabethan Fair OnJuly 13th Form IIF went to an Elizabethan Fair with Mr Darch and Miss Lewis. We travelled by train, and, after we had got off, we took a look at the Monument, built to commemorate the Great Fire of London. Several people climbed to the top, but a few stayed behind. We were hoping Mr Darch would jump off (not really!) - but he didn't oblige .

We walked from Pudding Lane to the site of the Globe theatre, passing the only City building which survived the Fire . When we got to the Fair there were many stalls, for instance, 'Ye olde sweete shoppe' or 'Ye popcorn shoppe'. There was also 'Ye alehouse', but most of us don't like Trophy Bitter, so we didn't bother After we had looked round, we all sat in front of a stage, and a man dressed in a short shirt appeared and said he was a medieval jester (which sure was a big joke!). He said that we all looked odd, and that he was really illegal (dressed like that, he belonged in an institution!). He hoped that we would have a good time, and we did.

There were a few double swings which some people went on, but the craziest thing was a cushion of air, rather like a flat balloon. Everyone pushed everyone else on, and then, at last, Mr Darch came on - by force!

Next, a man dressed as a sixteenth century sailor told us why the theatre was built south of the river. The reason was that the Puritans, who controlled the City of London, banned entertainments there. We had to sing a French song, and Mr Darch was so busy eating his lunch that he c ouldn't join in. That wasn't setting a very good example, was it?

After this, we were entertained by a magician who made Tina his victim by asking her to assist him.

She wasn't very successful though! It took her ages to make his trick work, but it was partly the magician's faul t.

On the way back to the station, we stopped at Southwark Cathedral and had a look round. This ended our day out; it was fun, and we enjoyed it. The only thing is, Mr Darch was not well the day after; we all hope it was not his experience on the 'bouncy balloon' th at did it - or we are in trouble!

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School Trip to France, June 1977 After travelling through thick fog for a long time we eventually reached the wrong destination 足 Dover instead of Folkestone - and consequently arrived at Calais instead of Boulogne.

We arrived at the hotel exhausted by the prolonged journey. The hotel was great but we had doubts

about the food! As th e hotel was quite small the male half of the party was taken to an annexe. We

ate heartily and fell into bed.

On Monday we took a coach to a light-house at Cap Gris-Nez. On the way back we stopped at

Boulogne, where most of the crew headed for the chip shop.

The afternoon of the first sunny day of the holiday was spent at Bagatelle which is a cross between

a large fun-fair and a swing park. When we got back most people (after dinner) went to a local

bowling alley or to the beautiful beach and sand-dunes.

"A credit for the first person to see the Eiffel Tower!" shouted Mr. Everton as we neared Paris on

the train. We eventually arrived at the hotel after a short trip by coach from the station.

The following day saw us on a coach travelling around the capital, looking at the sights of interest:

the Eiffel Tower, Notre Dame, Arc de Triomphe, Le Louvre, Place de la Concorde and many other

eye-boggling buildings.

Thanks to all the staff involved for taking such a noisy group with them.

Gillian Groves, Deborah Rollinson, Suzanne Coster, Janet King, lIS

A day in the Life of a Party Leader 08.00 Alarm. If I don't open my eyes I could still be at home; I could sleep till ten and then watch the test card until "Play School" comes on. A stabbing pain in my back, the result of a marsh足 mallow mattress on stretched springs, breaks up the barely formed illusion. Courage man! Things can't be worse than yesterday. Sealink got us to France three hours behind schedule and in the wrong port; the hotel made a valiant attempt to get into the "Guiness Book of Records" (see page 317: "Squeezing school children into hotel rooms") but had to admit defeat and send fourteen of us to an "anl1exe" a mile away. And, yesterday evening, the children stubbornly refused to go to sleep at eight o'clock and, not only that, they even made a noise as they walked and talked and shut doors. Bu t bad luck, like happiness, is allotted to us in small portions and we have got all of ours over in the first day - which is good luck when you come to think of it. I feel better now, even though it is still raining. Right, up! Ah! my back.

13.00 Lunch. The children have wandered around in the rain and wind, waded through the foot t hick belt of greasy foam that marks the water line on the beach and have been short-changed in all the shops; the girls have been playfully chased and the boys aggressively stared at by the Le Touquet boys - and seem to have enjoyed the experience. Food not going down too well. If only the waiter hadn't told them it was boiled pig's head.

15.00 Urgent summons of all staff to the dining-room. The hotelier seems to want us evicted. Her temper and our attempts to placate her are not helped by an ill-timed flood of water through the dining-room ceiling. (Do make sure the shower curtain is tucked inside the shower basin next time, girls). Must have another serious talk to the group, but how do I make it sound even more serious than all th e previous serious talks?

19.00 Dinner. The chef seems to think the children left their food at lunch because it was so deli足 cious they wanted to save it for later. Yes, I knov,J it's what you had for lunch but give it a second chance - it may have matured somehow. Never in the field of school catering has so much been pushed around the plate by so many and tried by so few. After dinner Miss Balls averts an inter足 national incident, much to the relief of both sides of the conflict.

23.00 Bed, at last. Well, tomorrow can't be worse, can it? Ah! my back.

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HosteUing in Yorkshire, Summer 1977 On our arrival in York we were greeted by people waving flags and ballons at us. We were surprised to note that the Queen was also there! From York, we proceeded to Hclmsley where we stayed at a 'quiet' but friendly youth hostel. We soon discovered what horrors awaited us: walking for miles and always being lost.

After spending another night at Helmsley, we made our way to des erted Whecldale, the most 'elegant' of hostels, where the water was brown, and an old tin bath stood outside. Our time tnere was not without adventure: first, an anonymous member of the party committed suicide by fallin g down a gorge. The hero of the day, Mr. Croom, came to the poor girl's rescue. Next, after reaching Grosmont station, we managed to convince some small boys that we were television stars, and signed aut ographs busily. Then we moved on to the superior Boggle Hole, which was a rather well-deserved treat after Wheeldale.

Throughout this holiday we suffered our own cooking, but no meal was quite as bad as that pro足 duced on the night Miss Jackson felt ill, and Mr Croom and some helpers, unsupervised, tried to make curry and rice. Although threatened with a twenty-five mile walk the next day if we did not eat it, we held firm.

With mixed feelings and sore feet, we left for Scalby Mills, near Scarborough. There we were treated to a restaurant meal, which we thoroughly enjoyed owing to our earlier malnutrition.

We were sorry to have to come home the flext day, and we reached King's Cross with very long faces. We should like to thank Miss Jackson and Mr Croom for a holiday which was - to say the least - very even tfu!'

Deena Gardiner and Helen Kosti s, VL

These I have Loved The smell of lavender in the garden at twiligh t; The sunset at Land's End provides a favourite sight, The smell of the sea surf hitting the shore; The smell of bread b c!king when you open the door; The smell of leaves burning in the park, The coal fire glowing in the dark; The smell of freshly cut hay, The sound of children laughing at their play; The sound of distant cnureh bells ringing, The waking up at dawn to the birds' sweet singing, The sight of a new-born foal wobbling to his feet, The months of late summer with the harvesting of wheat Jane Durrell, IIIF

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The Poplar Walk, 1977 The Poli o Fellowship had for some time been aware of the traffjc hazarus attending earli er walks along the busy A13, ~ll1d after long discussions the Committee decided to arrange th e Ninth Sponsored Walk in th e East London Stadium on the 14th ~'Iay. Alth o ugh it had not been expe cte d that many would complete the maximum of 100 laps (25 miles), many of th e walkers did just that! (By way of light diversion, all the Staff attending were p ersuaded to sprint once around the trac k).

Approximately a hundred Raine's pupils took part. I was very pleased with the checkpoint assistance and other help pr o vided by Miss Lowes, and Messrs. Everton, Leal, Nice, Payn e and Pry ce . Thanks also to Miss G os man for providing some of the refres hments, and to l'vIr White for delivering them o n the Salurday morning o f the Walk. This was a very fine effort by everybod y concerned.

J.J.G.B.

Polio Walk - 1977

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Art Department As reported last year, both studios have been made available for those pupils wishing to keep in touch

with the subject, but unable to attend classes under the present timetable arrangemcnts.

Kathlecn Willott (L6L) who has just taken 'A' level examination in Art, is to be congratulated on her

acceptancc at East Ham College of Technology. Her very special skills in graphics and pastel drawing

promise well for her fu turc in th is field.

Of the outside visits made during the school year, mention must first be made of the Lowry

Exhibition at the Royal Academy, visited by a group of Sixth Formers on November 8th. In view of

thc clear cut northern street sccnes for which the artist was most famous, it came as something of a

surprise for some of our pupils to observe his very striking portraits and sea paintings - which owcd

much to the works of the Impressionists.

The "Drama Fair", Red Lion Square , Holborn, visited on November 12th provided very varied

experiences for our Fifth and Sixth Formers. Opportunities to study costume design, make-up and set

designs, to make recordings and to view film strips about the History of the Theatre were given.

One of last year's Fourth Formers, Kay Smith, had her Polyfilla sculpture accepted for the

National Exhibition. A group of middle school pupils visited the exhibition at Reed House, Piccadilly,

before it went on tour of the provinces.

Perhaps the most popular venue this year was Madame Tussaud's visited by two separate third year

sets. Whether the waxworks constitute works Df art is debatable, but they certainly provoked

criticism from some of our pupils, as may be scen in the separate artide in this magazine.

Othcr cxcursions for junior groups have been to the Museum of Mankind and thc Bethnal Green

~Iuseum.

This year , the Parents' Association kindly providcd a new backdrop for the stage, and before long the scene painters - \cd by Annette Bugansky and Kathy Burke - were busy preparing a design. This 'Nas to serve a dual purpose, first as the Oxford College quad in "Charley'S Aunt", then as the House of Lords in "Iolanthe"!

It is proposed to follow last Summer's sensational epic about Henry VIII with a film about Raine's Foundation. This has been prompted in part by thc G.L.C proposals to renovate th e first school building (1719) in Wapping.

We shall be sorry to losc Miss Warner at the end of term; she will be leaving to take a full time post.

She has madc a big impact on the Art work here, and has rightly encouraged high standards from her pupils. We wish her well in her new appointmcnt.

J.J.G.B.

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House of Wax On the 16th and 17th of March, two separate third form groups visiterl Madame Tassaud-'s with

Mr Blundell. Here are some of the comments contained in essays written by pupils after the visits . ..

"The first model we met with after walking through the entrance came as quite a surprise. It was a

porter, and nobody realised it was made from wax ... " (G a ry Bird, 3F)

"The first room you enter has models of Pele, Johan Cruyff, Kevin Keegan, Lisa Minelli, Andre Previn,

Percy Thrower .. . " (John Kite, 3W)

" ... there was Twiggy, wearing a pink trouser suit." (Peter Griffin, 3W)

" ... the effigies of older persons such as Percy Thrower and Alfred Hitchcock were much be tter

made ... " (Edward Ayres, 3W)

" ... all the models are lifelike, and every hair, spot, scratch, mark and dimple is put in ... "

Oohn O'Keefe, 3W)

"The next room we entered was very dark and noisy. As you walked in you saw a model of Don Revie

sitting on a bench ... " (John Kite, 3W)

" ... Kojak can be seen with his lollipop in his hand." (Paul Watts, 3W)

" .. . then came the Great Hall ... Charles Dickens ... Pablo Picasso ... Jim Callaghan ... " (Gary

Bird, 3F)

" ... the best figures were Henry VIn and his six wives." (Edward Ayres, 3W)

" ... what should have been the star attraction - our Royal Fa mily - was disappointingly

un-lifelike ... " (Graham Cater, 3W)

" ... the Royal Family ... the Queen Mother, who looked younger than the Queen .. ," (Patricia

Collings, 3 W)

", .. Mahatma Gandhi, . , looked as if he was wearing a towel around him." (Peter Griffin, 3W)

" ... the models which interested me most were those of Margaret Thatcher, Harold Wilson, Ted

Heath, and Presiden t Carter." (Patricia Collings, 3 W)

"The Chamber of Horrors is dark, glommy and eerie. You get a feeling that everyone is looking at

you. " (John O'Keefe, 3W)

" ... Chamber of Horrors. I was quite disappointed in this because it wasn't as good as I thought it

would be." (Graham Bedding, 3F)

" . . . in here was the actual guillotine blade which beheaded Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette."

(Gary Bird, 3F)

" ... the only figure I liked was Dr. Crippen." (Edward Ayres , 3W)

" ... the Tableaux came next, and here various scenes from the past were recreated. The murdering of

the two princes in the Tower of London was one." (Gary Bird, 3F)

" ... the Battle of Trafalgar was the most lifelike of all, with shouting, screaming, cannons, and cries

of pain coming from all round you." (Patricia Collings, 3W)

" ... and there's even a place of honour for a self-portrait of Madame Tussaud herself." (Shaun Salter,

3M)

"It was a great day out and very enjoyable." (Shaun Salter, 3M)

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Christmas Oecorations Three of our pupils gave up about six hours of Saturday December 11 th to help decorate a Geriatric Ward at Orpington Hospital, Kent, in time for Christmas. Apart from arranging the crib, blowing up balloons and hanging every conceivable type of wall and ceiling decoration, there was the delicate job of cutting rolls of aluminium foil into long strips to provide a shimmering setting for the main displ ay.

Josephine Forbes (3W), Den,ise Boylan and Jean Tompkins (2W), made up the small but efficient team whose work was widely acclaimed not only by the old folk in the ward concerned but throu ghout the hospitcd. Well done, girls, and many thanks!

lJ .G.B.

Midnight in the Toy Shop At midnight,

When all the stars were twinkling bright,

Up got Golly,

All awake and jolly;

Tiny Tears woke up and cried,

Buzy Lizzy stood up and sighed,

All the soldiers were playing cards,

The horses trotted in the farmyard.

Singing Suzy began to sing,

The twirling tops began to spin.

The plas tic birds began to fly,

The stuffed cat didn't wake up,

But I don't know why.

They were all awake till dawn,

Until Golly gave a yawn.

"Come on, come on, time for bed,

Time to rest your fuzzy head.

See you all again tonight,

God bless, sleep tight."

Pupils at Orpington Hospital

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The Parents' Association I wouldn't say that the Parents' Association has had a mammoth year, but it has been an interesting and rewarding one.

The Committee have been well able to meet the very few requests, which included donations to the production of Gilbert and Sullivan's "Iolanthe", to Mr Long and the basketball team who went to Ireland, and the promise o f financial support to Mr Eastman and the Photographic Society, without too much strain on our finances.

I am very pleased that memb ers hip continues to grow and the response from the "new parents" has been overwhelming.

The Christmas Draw is always a money-spinner and, coupled with the January Sale and the Summer Fete, it has made our financial state very healthy. The November and January Supper Dances are two popular events and are always well attended.

Once again I should like to thank all the members of the school and staff for their interest and support throughout the year. I sh ould also like to extend to Mrs Creasy the committee's hopes that she has an enjoyable retirement. Her help over a number of years has been invaluable and has contributed con足 siderably t o the success of the Ass oc iation.

Finally, I should like to express my th anks to the members of the school and staff who wrote on behalf of their fellow pupils and teaching staff acknowledging the Association's token souvenir of the Queen's Silver Jubilee. It was very kind of them to write, and their sentiments are appreciated.

D. G. Harrison (Chairman)

School With rushing feet along we speed,

Carrying all the books we need,

No time to stop, no time to talk,

For teacher's waiting with her chalk.

Climbing up th e tlights of stairs,

Diving for the classroom chairs,

Emergency! Teacher's called away:

Here '5 our chance to laugh and play!

Throwing paper planes around;

Teacher finds them on the gTound,

Now we're in for trouble see 足 Headmaster's detention probably.

The whistle blows, the end of play,

Th e last three lessons to end the day,

French, German and R.E.

That's the end of school - YIPPEE!

Wendy Goode, IP

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John Roberts being congratulated by Mr. Spooner

Henley 1977-the Royal Regatta-Roberts' Assault It was the first time Raine's had had a direct interest in this world-famous event on its glamorous Finals' Day, Sunday July 3rd. Then it was in the shape of Old Raineian John Roberts, some 6" 3" tall and all of fourteen stone! If John is not remembered by all O.Rs of the past twenty-five years, the other members of the family will all be known to some O.Rs over that period. Harry left in 1956, Ted in 1962,John in 1971 and Jane (what a life for a girl in such a family!) in 1974. There can be few Stepney families, or indeed any East London families, with such a fine record and Mr. and I\'lrs. Roberts have indeed cause to be proud of their quartet.

John, the subject of our article, had coxed a Poplar and Blackwall eight at Henley in his first year at Raine's, but only this year was his ambition fulfilled - to be in a winning crew on Finals' Day. Having been selected by the British Rowing Association for special squad training in Montreal earlier in the year, John had appeared on Thames T. V., so we realised that this Jubilee Year could be his year o f glory too. Now, with the season well advanced, John and his fellow oarsman, J. Clark, rowing coach at Latymer Upper School, Hammersmith, have formed a pairs crew of international standard. On Sunday, they became world-beaters . They came fresh from winning their colours for Britain in Germany's most important rowing championships at Ratzenburg to win their Henley heats and semi-final easily, before putting their names in rowing history books by winning in a very fast time and in a fashion described by the "Daily Telegraph" as "Roberts' Assault!"

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What next? John, who, when he is not training or rowing, is employed as a foreign exchange broker, looks forward to representing Britain in the vVorld Championships in Amsterdam at the end of August. Jane is twenty-one in that same month and both Harry and Ted are coming home from Canada to celebrate. What a Roberts' knees-up that could be! However, John's sights are set beyond that. He hopes to be picked, with his partner, to represent Britain in both Australia and New Zealand next year. He will certainly have plenty of well-wishers here in Arbour Square.

Footnot e. John is the fourth Raineian to represent England in a major sport during the writer's sojourn at the School. Dennis Tucker got both his Oxford 'blue' and his international vest as the Enghsh javelin champion; Terry Howard played several times in the England Amateur soccer team; and, only last year, Robin Hobbs retired from the vice-captaincy of Essex after playing cricket for England in the West Indies.

W.M.S.

John's trophies and medals

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Music and Dra,m a The amount and variety of musical and dramatic activity in the past year make it difficult to give more than a brief outline of what has taken place, and impossible to give credit to all those who have made it possible. Suffice it to say that the school owes a debt of gratitude for its healthy state of cultural involvement to the enthusiasm and industry of staff and pupils alike.

The senior and junior house play competition once again provided a good standard of entertainment, despite the traditionally chaotic preparations in the weeks leading up to performance. Mrs Rosemary Linnell, drama tutor of the Curtain Theatre, kindly judged the senior competition and we are grateful for her constructively critical comments. After commenting on how much she had enlj oyed all four entries, she gave first place to Foundation House with "Here is Your Life - With Cyril Vane". A particularly pleasing aspect of all the senior productions was the willingness to innovate and explore the dramatic potential of often dull material in an original way. Mann House and Winterton House tied fur first place in the junior competitiun, buth with very well rehearsed and lively performances.

The major productiuns of the year were "Charley'S Aunt" and "Iolanthe", both of which achieved high standards of professiunalism and were thoroughly enjoyed by packed audiences. The success ot these productions owes much to the talents and hard work of Miss Lewis, Miss Jackson and Mr Blundell, as well as to the Parents' Associatiun which provided the money for a new backeloth and for some of the "Iolanthe" custumes.

The junior entertainment delightfully rounded uff the year's productions with an assortment of musical items (more hard wurk by MissJackson) and a play, "Ernie's Incredible Illucinations", pro足 duced by Mr J uhnson, whu has been taking less~ns from Peter Hall.

It is sometimes said that Lundon schools are spoiled for choice because of the variety of professional productions available to them, and do not make full use of their advantage over provincial schouls.

This cannot be said of the Music and Drama Society. The list of visits to London productions is long and varied, ranging from the lavish and highly professional to the low-budget and unpolished, and being enjoyed by parties of fourth years and above. The Young Vic never fails to provide a fresh and lively interpretaion, and this was certainly the case with "Antony and Cleopatra", "A Man for all Seasons", "Romeo and Juliet", "Rosencrantz and Guildenstern arc Dead" and "The Real Inspector Hound".

More questionable, perhaps 'different' is the kindest .vord, performances (of "Romeo and Juliet" and "Coriolanus") were given at the Shaw Theatre, while more traditional theatre was experienced at the Aldwych, with "Wild Oats", "King Lear" and "Ivanov" and at the Old Vic with "Saint Joan". Mem足 bers of the Sixth Form were also fortunate enough to be offered much sought-after tickets for "Jumpers" and "Hamlet" at the new National Theatr.e. There was also a not particularly religious pilgrimage to the Theatre Royal at Stratford to see "A Midsummer Night's Dream".

Nor have the musically inclined been deprived of top London productions with outings to "La Belle Helene", "La Fille i"lal Garde", "Die Fledermaus" and the Strasbourg Mariunettes, amongst others.

A.R.B.

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Raine's School January, 1977 Dear All, Charley spent some time with us last term; indeed, as the term progressed, he seemed to involve more and more people for increasingly generous periods of time. Well, he was so particular for one thing! He wanted a piano for Act III; NIr White wanted a stage without a hole in it: and the solution was to use more 'auditorium' space than ever. Having been given one inch, of course, Charley promptly took his pick of the other thirty-five, and had Mr Darch and Nicholas Beeson haring round the hall, skidding on spilt teas, tripping over feet and children, carrying on old lady's outer garmcnts, looking for l\1r Nice to dress in them! These things happen .....

NIr Darch was unflappable throughout (despite a determined attempt to flap him on the final night); :\Ticholas Beeson, the memory man, learnt and recited exactly not only his own words but also those of others when they stumbled. What can one say of NIr Nice without getting thumped - other than how convincing he was?

Amid this chaos, Kathy and Deena did their best to retain some control, but with Malcolm Simpson being angry and amorous alternately, and Graham Law wisely staying aloof, as the best butler should, it was no surprise to find people falling about and tea being poured into unsuspecting top-hats.

Fortunately the whole mess was given to the capable and clever Shelley, aided by Toni, to clear up; but even she was too late to prcvcnt a convincingly aged Tony Simpson vanishing momentarily to the rear to shout 'POP', before hc proposed to Mr Nice.

While all this was going on, Miss Lewis was basking in the discomfort of wondering what would go wrong next; while I was trying to ensure it wouldn't be me, and keeping an eyc on our liquid properties, which were wondrously subject to evaporation. Miss Lewis, above all, is responsible for making Charley's sta y such a success.

It all seems long ago now; but Charley is still with us in spirit, and wishes to thank the many helpers he had last November, particularly Mr Blundell and associ ates, who gave him such ple <lsant surround ings.

I write two weeks before the peers and peris invade us, and I note Mr Nice has a dubious role there as well ..... .

Love to all, S. E. Johnson

A Child's Dream Dear headmasters, caretakers, teachers and all,

We, the children, have announced a three day week at school.

The dinners are shocking, the lessons absurd,

And we, the children, would like to be heard_

Credits - they don't get rollnd us at all!

All we demand is a three day week at school.

Uniform - wcll, we put up with that,

But don't try to make us wear a silly straw hat.

So there you have it, as clear as a bell,

A five day week just doesn't sell!

Julie Mansfield, IP 33

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How to Write an Article for the School Magazine It cannot fail to be noticed by anyone who reads an article in the school magazine that such a liter- .

ary form has its own special style and content. This article has been produced to aid those who wi3h

to attempt this difficul t feat.

When read, the article must give the impression that the author has an air of superiority. This can be

achieved by using words of more than two syllables, and writing sentences backwards. (Unfortunately,

Miss Lewis has an irritating habit of trying to put them the right wa y round again!) Then we come

to the more complex and rigidly defined 'content '.

An article is (as are many other literary forms) in three parts: the beginning, the middle and the end.

The beginning usuaUy gives the only details of the activity in the whole article. There is no limit

to the amount of information that can be included, but 'the beginning' must not be longer than three

lines. While the weather and the date are compulsory, the actual identity of the activity is included

only at the author's discretion.

The middle part, or, as we say in the trade, 'the part in the middle', is often the longest, and consists

of a number of seemingly unconnected and obscure events officially known as 'in jokes'. Such 'in

jokes' must be inversely proportional to the number of participants. Also, they should be phrased

in such a way as to convey the least information possible. This is usually, but by no means always,

achieved by the use of nicknames.

The end (or last part) is a vote of thanks, often 'from us all' to a list of teachers. Occasionally, a

final 'in joke' will be added by the more enterprising of authors.

Such advice is based on the prime rule of article 'writing: i.e. articles are of interest only to those

who participated in the activity and therefore know all that happened anyway!

Now, to illustrate my advice, I supply below the multi-purpose school magazine article.

Please delete where unnecessary:

One (sunny, windy, rainy) (morning, afternoon) in (June, winter) we found ourselves (on the motor­

way, in Wales, lost) after waiting (half-an-hour, one hour, a week) for (old green socks, the bus to

start, the rain to stop).

After arriving (in Wales, in Yorkshire, at the hotel, on top of Old Smokey) we had (dinner, a game

of football, bath) and (old green socks, Sir, Miss, someone-who-will-remain-anonymous) (fell, was

pushed, jumped, lost, forgot) (in) (the, his, her) (swimming pool, greenhouse, rucksack, something­

that shall-remain-nameless).

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And who was it (the next day, after we pulled them out, before we could warn them) who(found, lost, dropped, ruined) (his trousers, the cat, Sir, Miss, old green socks, the keys to the minibus) (in their rucksack, accidentally, on purpose, behind the fish shop, somewhere-which-shall-remain-name­ less) ?

The (weather, cooking, cat, trip to the sewage farm) was (great, rotten, better than we expected, O.K., smelly). We must thank (Sir, Miss, old green socks, the cat) tor making the trip so enjoyable even though (he, she,it) (got lost, rained, ate my sandwiches)!

Clive Shilson, VI LC

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The Lesson Nancy ran through the fields blindly, not bothering to watch where she .vas going. Her face was streaked with tears, her grey eyes glittered with those yet unshed. Finally, exhaused by her nm, she sank down on a fallen log to rcst.

"I hate him!" she muttered, speaking to the sky, the grass and tile trees, trying to convince them that she meant what she said. Or perhaps she was trying to convince herself. "I hate him!" Tears fell onto her tightly clenched fists, tears of rage and misery ami perhaps humiliation .

Why had life suddenly turncd on her this way? She had always had anything she wanted. She had been spoiled by rich indulgent parents and because she was so pretty and well dressed, there had never been a shortage of boyfriends.

Until she met Paul. She had known he was special right from the start. He had never bothered to curry favour with her family, he was not impressed by her wealth and looks. He laughed at her a lot, but laughed with her more. And then this morning, he had come up to the house to see her, and told her with calm indifference that it was all over. "I'm going away, Nancy; emigrating to Australia.

It's been fun while it lasted."

Fun! Was that his desc ription of it? Nancy's face flushed again as she thought of his cool, mocking blue eyes, laughing at her humilation. Nancy wanted to die.

Soon everybody would know. It had to come out, then all her friends would be laughin g too. Laugh­ ing because for once she was the one who had been dropped. Slowly, reluctantly, Nancy rose. She knew she ought to go back to the house, but she didn't really want to. Her aimless wandering led her towards the river.

Suddenly, she paused. Something had moved near her feet. It was a small mouse, and it was scam­ pering towards an old ramshackle building beside the river. The old mill house had been empty for years - longer than Nancy's family had lived here. It was dangerously old and nobody ever went there in case it collapsed on them. It was supposed to be haunted. Nancy had heard a story once about two lovers who had been meeting secretly there. When the girl's irate father found out, he murdered the couple in the house. It was probably just an old rumour anyway.

Gingerly, Nancy climbed down the slippery bank and went up to the mill hOllse. She had never been inside it before, but today it didn't seem·to matter. It wasn't important if she died, because Paul had gone and life wasn't worth living. Nancy pushed open the door.

A shower of dirt and cobwebs fell down before her as she went in. A large spider scuttled away from her feet. Nancy shuddered. She hated spiders. Paul had always laughed at her revul sio n.

The house was quite large really. Nancy wandered over the ground floor, then glanced at th e stairs, wondering if they were safe. She did so want to see the upstairs. Examining them, :\'ancy decided that it was worth the risk. Only one stair looked unsafe, that was the fifth one. She'd miss that.

Cautiously, Nancy tested each step. She reached the fourth and made as if to step over the fifth.

"Nancy!" a voice called. "Nancy!"

Nancy tripped in surprise, fell heavily onto the fifth step which gave way. With a cry of fcar, she tumbled into a dark hole. There was a hollow under the stairs.

For a moment, Nancy lay dazed. Then fear stretched out its icy fingers and touched her. She looked up slowly and gave a frightened scream. Through the hole above filtered an uncertain light which made the spectacle even more evil. A grinning skull stared at her. Two grinning skulls. In fact, there were two skeletons. Nancy screamed again.

"Nancy! Nancy, is that you?"

Nancy remembered the voice which had caused her to trip. It was coming closer now - and it was

very familiar.

"Paul? Paul, I'm in here! Please come quickly!"

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There was a smashing and splintering of wood as part of the stairs above her was pulled away.

Strong hands caught Nancy's arms and hauled her out. Nancy's relief was so great, she just clung to him.

But not for long. Angrily he took her by the shoulders and shook her until she felt seasick.

"You crazy little fool! What on earth were you doing in there?" Paul's deep blue eyes blazed at her like blue flames.

"Arc you trying to kill yourselP" "Good Lord, what sympathy! " Anger made Nancy forget her fear and bruises. "Yes, Paul, I'm fine! Thank you for enquiring!"

He looked at her, then slowly his face broke into a reluctant grin. "Anyway,what were you screaming at?" he asked.

"There are two very unfriendly skeletons in there," Nancy said, still furious. "Very impolite too 足 they made no attempt to ask me if I was all righ t."

"You'll live," Paul said unsympathetically. Speechlessly, she watched as he peered into the hole.

The temptation to push him in was almost overwhelming. Paul straightened, and grinned at her.

"Don't you dare," he warned, as if reading her mind.

"Don't dare me!" Nancy looked yearningly at the blackness of the hole.

"I ought to know better," he admitted. "Come on, let's go and tell somebody about your skele足 tons. " They walked outside, blinking in the sudden change from dark to light. Something had occured to Nancy.

"Paul, you were supposed to be emigrating. I though you were going to book your flight today?"

"Flight? " "To Australia."

"Australia? Did I say Australia? Dear me, no!" He was mocking her again. "I'm going to London. " "London?" Nancy said incredulously. "But you told me ..... " "You needed to be taken down a peg or two," Paul said with a grin. "Besides, I love seeing you when you're angry!"

Once again Nancy was speechless. It was probably a good thing. What she wanted to say would not have been considered ladylike.

In silence they strolled across the fields. The sun was temporarily obscured by clouds, and long shadows crept across the fields.

Nancy thought of the poor tragic lovers in the house, and she wondered if they would be at peace They ought to be, she reflected. After all, they had helped to bring herself and Paul together agam. no~.

Well, hopefully, anyway! Until the next time he decided to playa trick like that on her. If he ever did that again, she'd ........ .

"What were you doi'ng in that old place anyhow?" Paul's voice broke into her thoughts.

"I was thinking," Nancy srud.

"About me?"

"You flatter yourself!"

"It's a habit I catch from you," he said absently.

For the third time that day, Nancy was left speechless. They reached her house in silence. Predict足 ably, Paul was the first to speak.

"I'll see you tomorrow."

"You might," she said.

"I will." He spoke with the arrogant confidence which left her stunned. Then his irrepressible grin broke through. "Unless I decide to emigrate again before then!"

"Oh, you're incorrigible!" But she laughed, and stood waving as he strolled away.

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When he had gone, Nancy glanced across to the dark hulk of the dilapidated old mill house.

What she had found there today had been very important to her. A whim:;icallittle smile curved her

lips as she though t of Paul's angry blue eyes when he pulled her ou t of the hole. He cared. He

wouldn't admit to it 'yet, but he cared.

Nancy's eyes narrowed as she stared at the o[d building. For a brief moment she was sure she had

seen two people standing outside it - a boy and a girl, hand in hand.

Resolutely, Nancy shook her head. It must have been her over-active imagination. All the same ....

Nancy lifted her hand in silent thanks to any lingering spirits which might be watching. Then she

turned and went into the house.

Lynn Bryant, IVL

Grand Canal, Ink Drawing by Sharon Jennings, I/IF

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Rosco Fumbling, trembling, The junkie injects the fluid into a vein.

The room begins to turn, Colours bounce and dan ce before his eves, The junkie li es down, co ntent. '

A clock co mes into focus,

Two men standing o n a hand, funny little men.

"Come dovvn, you'l! fall!"

A flash of steel, o ne man is no more.

A pounding on the do o r, a voice,

"Come on Oll t Rosco,

We know you did it,

Give yourself up."

Tears stream down the junkie's face,

Tears of pity,

Tears of failure,

Tears of terror.

The junkie begins to laugh,

A mocking laugh,

Sounding over the pounding o n the do o r.

"Stu pid copper,

You can't catc h me,

I can ny ."

A smash of glass.

The junkie is no more.

John Godfrey, IVS

Tomorrow Two nervous people,

Two empty rooms,

Two dying nightingales

Singing two sad tunes.

Two crying mothers,

Two sighing fathers.

Two drab vases,

With two dying flowers.

Two nosy neighbours,

Two dismayed priests,

Two clever sergeants

Looking for two deceased.

To be or not to be,

T omorrow we shall see.

Amanda Malpass, IIIF 39

An Iinteresting Walk Everybody's idea of an interesting walk is probably one in a beautiful setting - a walk along the sea shore, watching faintly rippling waves which swamp seaweed-covered rocks and gentie golden sand, the crimson ball of fire slowly sinking, to be extinguished by the deep inky sea; a country lane amidst golden fields of waving corn, with an ()lId lazy oak constantly watching its changing surroundings.

All very nice - but living in the middle of a city makes it impossible to enjoy that sort of thing.

Therefore, in order to make a walk interesting I use my imagination. Sometimes, however, the things around me are naturally in teresting and require very little imagination, bu t a Ii ttle doesn't hurt. It's like putting a French dressing on a salad.

When I walk to school I try to make routes as varied as possible - to keep my mind alert and always aware of what I am doing. (The weather may determine my route to school, because if it's raining I would like to keep to the most sheltered route, naturally.)

As I pass various buildings, I imagine important events taking place involving them. For example, I may witness an earthquake, where a high-rise block of flats collapses, and crashes onto a railway bridge, just as an express train is coming along. Very gruesome, you think? Yes it is - but it's great fun!

One thing I greatly enjoy is seeing a building, which is just starting to be constructed, and, day by day, seeing it grow, until it is finally in its finished form. It is extremely satisfying to know I have wit足 nessed the construction from beginning to end.

A large piece of land, that used to be a sort of rubbish dump, has been cleared and dug over and is now a deep rich brown colour. After it had been raining one night, the whole site was extremely muddy. The ground had been puckered up in places and trenches formed in others. A maze of waterways ran from end to end. I could imagine a Greek ship from ancient mythology, slowly sailing on the meandering river. It would be in search of treasure or some sort of wonderful prize.

I carryon walking to school and I could imagine how it and Arbor Square must have looked, when it was first built.

As I enter the school gates, I am jogged back to reality by a friend, who remarks, "Hello, Ian. What did you watch on 'telly' last night?"

Ian Crane, IIIW

The Decision In the woods there is a stream. The stream trickles aimlessly past the oaks, around Elf's Cave, and through the clearing. In the stream there was a crystal.

How I found the crystal I will never know, but itwas as though I was drawn to it. As though unseen hands were pulling and .pushing me towards it, almost as though that ordinary Sunday morning walk had started out as a purposeful mission.

The crystal was beautiful. Flawless, it seemed to be always changing. One minute round, the next triangular. Its colours were those of autumn, spring, summer and winter all mixed into one; but always, lurking behind its harmless exterior, there seemed to be a somewhat harmful interior_ That Sunday night, as I lay on my bed staring at the square crystal, a sudden sense of awareness came over me. I could feel the muscles in my body contracting; the air rushing into my lungs was a cool spring breeze, and the blood pumping round my body began to irritate me.

Then I heard voices. Not from ou tside my room, but from inside my head. The voices were soothing, and although I could not hear the words, I could identify four different voices, and from the rhythm, I could tell that they were saying the same thing again and again. When I put the crystal down, it was round, like a ball.

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The experience shook me slightly, and for three days I left the crystal hidden in a cupboard. On the fourth nigh t, as I lay in bed, the room was filled with a luminous glow. The source of the ligh t seemed to be the cupboard where I had left the crystal.

Slowly, I got ou t of bed and opened the cupboard. The crystal appeared to be throbbing: expanding with one movement and contracting with the next. Cautiously, I reached out and grasped it.

To my surprise I found the crystal was warm, and instead of the hard feel of glass, it had the texture of softest fur. I felt electric impulses running down my nerves, and again the voices started. This time I could hear them clearly. "vVelcome."

"Vou have been chosen."

"Step into the crystal!"

"Come, join us!"

Over and over again, pounding into my head the words hit me. I could feel my heart beating, the valves opening and then closing again to stop my blood from rushing back. The molecules in my body began to shake. My brain began to expand, pushing against the inside of my skull. The I turned inside-out.

I floatecl above my bed, staring down at my torn body on the floor. Still I could hear the voices.

Slightly moaning, there seemed to be a faint trace of achievement in the way they said the now fam足 iliar words. "vVe\come. " "Vou have been chosen."

"Step into the crystal!"

"Come, join us!"

I floated over to the crystal. It now filled half the room, and one side of it was missing.

Inside was darkness, punctuated here and there by four pin-pricks of light.

"Come, join us, child of the gods!" The choice was mine.

I stepped into the crystal and flew off to the stars.

John Godfrey, IVS

Waiting

Autumn is Here

Waiting at home, worrying,

Is not a pleasan t thing;

Sitting by the telephone,

Praying it won't ring.

My summer clothes arc packed away.

The cooler days arc here to stay.

The trees have all turned to gold .

The squirrels hide from the cold.

And if it does start ringing,

My heart misses a beat,

I think, 'What could have happened?'

As I jump up to my feet.

It's not been what I fear - yet,

And I know he's on his way

From the Ulster Army Camp 足 Safe for another day.

Karen Davies, IIIF

The farmer brings in his sheaves.

The gardener tidies up the leaves.

The birds gather to migrate.

As the hedgehogs hibernate.

The mountain tops are covered with snow,

Red leaves clothe the valley below.

The rocks are covered with gentian blue,

The copper beach has a fiery hue.

Jane Gardiner, IL 41

The Swiss Alps Riding through the air, Beauty everywhere, Snow-covered mountains Like icy pure foun tains; Tree tops are glistening, Rivers are twinkling, Sky's very blue, With clouds of white hue; View is unbeatable, Not quite definable, In white paradise With snow and with ice Everything's small, Trees are not tall, Just specks on the ground, Wi th green all around; Lakes really sparkle Like mints in a bottle; They shine like the dew, And make an look new, This is the feeling Which I am revealing Of gliding through air In a Swiss mountain chair.

Justine Hershman, IIF Poly filla/Card Sculpture, 2nd form

The Fly's Story On m any a morning I fly into the station where all the humans flock a few hours after sunrise. I come first t o something called a bookstall. Here men bu y papers bearing strange symbols for which they exchange tokens. They gaze eage rly at the third page muttering, "Arr" and "Cor", and then at the back, saying, "City 3, United 1." This must surely be some form of primitive worship!

One of these papers a ttracts a better class of person, called a stockbroker; this paper is called 'The Times'. Men often turn to a long list in the middle, and say things like: "S hell up seven points , Roger !" Again, this must be an odd kind of worship.

As I carryon my way, I decide to follow one man reading 'The Times'. He m oves down the steps, folds his paper, th en runs; other people run too. I hear a strange noise, and, coming straight towards me, I see a monster which has a big screen at the front with a man sitting inside it. Along the sides, parts of the body slide open, and the humans rush inside and sit down, hiding themselves behind newspapers . A man is always running towards one, but never gets inside. The 'thing' hi sses, and m oves off, throwing everyone about violently.

These monst ers appear to move in crowds. The men inside move only when they have to show a small piece of paper to a uniformed man who cuts it up, whistling to himself as he does so.

When the jou rn ey is over, the men get off, and go out into the street. Here th t::e are things called automobiles, whieh are m o nsters too. The man I am following then goes into a madhouse called the Stock Exchange . The people inside run around until they perspire, selling things called 'shares' to o ther men, who are smoking cigars. All the time, machines flash up figures, and people utter odd cries lik e: "Thirty m ore so ld!" and "Three points up! ".

Man is strange!

Stephen Drew, llF 42

The City in Winter Winter is a period of convoluted images, of softly-filtered sunshine and dimly-grey gloominess; of sullen business men, and gleeful children, the former pushing a headlong path through the clinging snow, and the latter dancing joyfully amongst the dizzily-spinning flakes; of clattering hailstones and penetrating drizzle. After emerging lazily from the stupefying heat of summer and enjoying all the brillancy that autumn has to offer, the city and its inhabitants huddle together for comfort, recollect the glories of seasons past and wait in anticipation for the revitalising powers of spring.

For three months, the stampeding herds of office-workers live in an obscure world of offices lit by glaring electric lights and of shivering trains, speeding through the dismal half-light of early morning or the sombre twilight of evening. At the weekends, the once vivacious parks that used to beckon to families and tourists alike, now slumber and wither into a montage of sharply etched trees and lone, pecking pigeons.

But on frosty mornings, nothing can excel the sharp freshness to be found even in the smog of the city. St. Paul's Cathedral emerges from the blanketing skies and seems to gain a new lease of life in the icy air. Even the grubby pigeons seem to go about their business with greater abandon!

The advent of Christmas adds a flurry and bustle to the markets and glass-fronted shopping pre­ cincts. Plastic dolls with fixed grins stare out through panes framed with imitation snow, looking through the passers-by into a world of fairy-lights and garish tinsel. The public houses blaze out an inviting welcome to husbands eager to escape from harassed wives and imploring children.

But as the celebrations end, paper decorations are no longer; funny hats are piled out in to the deso­ late streets; and exhausted firs, minus most of their pointed needles, add to the misery of January.

Only inside the high-rise flats and staid terraced houses is there any semblance of warmth or flicker of life reflected in glowing coal fires and flashing television screens. In shades of black, grey and white, the dream-makers of Hollywood attempt to portray the winters created by Nature. Cloud­ scudded skies contrast with pure, virgin snow; solid ponds beg to be skated on; small animals scurry into hibernation and birds migrate through grey skies in search of warmer climes and hospitable sun­ shine. Meanwhile, the human inhabitants rejoice in the pleasure of this, the most bitter of seasons.

But the theme music and credit titles which mark the end of this glimpse into winter in the country­ side, also summon in the news programmes, with their warnings of black ice on the roads and sad stories of tragic car accidents in the fog.

Susan Crook, VIU

For an Enemy

A Rabbit's Prayer

To dedicate words to an enemy Is too generous, So, in lieu of words, Please accept this bullet, Fashioned with more care than words By random hands and empty minds In some unknown factory, Sent from the gun of a clockwork soldier, Wound with the key of official hate, Ready to kill wi th pleasure.

Dear God, Give us plenty of land Where vetch and rabbit-parsley grows; Let there be plenty of sand, And let the turnips grow in rows Where the tangled hedgerow grows Let there be good brown earth for burrows, Give us plenty of play-time, And give us lots of luscious things to eat While we all sit in a line.

Greta Gurjar, IL

Julie Dawkins, VL 43

Epitaphs-by Form IIIF

Otter, Linoprint bv Jane Durrell, /lIF

Here lies 'Doddy', In a wooden bed.

He was tickled, And now he's dead.

Karen Gray

44

A Visitor from Mars One day we h ad a visitor who said he ca m e from Mars.

I found him on a co ld, d ark nigh t loo king at th e stars.

He said h e h ad bee n h ere a while and this is what he thought Of this pl anet we call Earth, and these few fac ts I caugh t.

Th e n ews on the tel evisi o n set was on e thing that he feared, So be smash ed th e sc reen and noti ced th a t Reginald Bosanquet disapp eared.

He was so scared, he was n early knock ed ov er by a car, A nd of cours e it too k som e tim e to ex plain what they arc.

He we nt on walking down th e stre et until he me t a d og; They look ed and stared and sudd e nly th ere ro se a cloud o f dust like fog.

Th e dog went ploddin g down th e stree t, our friend sprawled in th e road, He sho o k his h ead, go t to his fee t and returned to his abode.

K aren K ew, IL

The Diary "Wh o is it ? " "Only m e." He hears th e rifle drop to th e floor. "I told y ou we're the onl y ones who know th e way d own h ere."

He steps from the darkn ess of the stairs o nto th e pl at form, illuminat ed o nly b y a few candles.

"Did y ou get anything?"

He walks over to her and drops part o f a rat into her lap. Sh e smil es.

"A rat ! I've almost forgott en wh a t m eat tast es like."

She stuffs the ra t int o her m outh , chews, swallows and burps. The little she has eaten has n o t sa tis路 fied her, but sh e doesn't co mpl ain. Th ey are compani o ns, but he is the provider; it is only fair th a t h e sh ould h ave th e lion'5 share.

He walks do wn the pl atform and stares at a poster on th e wall.

"It mu st h ave been terrible."

"Wh a t?" sh e looks at him, wo nd ering.

"Living like this." He p o ints at a poster. "I'm glad th a t we were chos en."

"Wh at 's that ?" She n ods at something on the floor. He bends over and pi cks it up.

"I t's a di ... a di 31路Y." He struggles with the ti tie o n the cover.

"Wh a t's in it?"

He o pens it up. "Wo rds. I'll sec if I can re ad them ." He cl ears his thro a t and brings the book cl oser t o his fee blc eyes. "'Twenty路first o f Au gust, ninet een-s eventy-nine' ... th at was the date it was written."

Sh e no ds, eager to hear wh a t is to foll ow. Things of int erest are rare.

He carri es on, slowly but clearly. "Tod ay the first b omb s fell. I pray to G od th a t the child I am carry in g will not be a mutant .... ' " "What's a mutant?" sh e asks.

He tums the page over with hi s third hand.

"I d o n't know," h e says.

J ohn Godfrey, IVS 45

Superbike In the morning, at weekends,

I go up hills, down slopes, and around the bends.

I see green me~ldlnvs and tall trees,

While the exhaust smoke swirls around my knees.

I'm on my motorbike, it's new <U1d grand;

I travel dovvn to beaches and the silent sand.

When I'm motoring do"vn the road,

I feel my blood run ex tremcly cold.

The bike lets out "the fire of hell",

And there's coughing, smoke and an oily smell.

~vly face goes pale, and my blood starts burning,

But all the time the motor is churning.

Down darkened lanes the motor is whizzing,

Up sunny hilltops - the carburettor is fizzing,

But it keeps on going while the capacity enlarges;

Through the trees and forests it barges.

And then I get to the sunny sands,

And rest my bike, look - there it stands!

Glenn Kirkpatrick, IIF

Car Silhouertes, Anthony Murphy, /iF

46

Unknown Citizen '77 He gets up at seven

And washes his face,

He gobbles his breakfast,

It's all such a race

To get to the station

For a quarter past eigh t;

If he misses that train,

He'll be half-an-hour late.

He arrives at thc office

With min u tes to spare,

Throws his hat on the stand

And flops into a chair.

He's there until five,

With an hour for his lunch,

Or a quick look around the shops

With a sandwich to mllnch.

He ge ts home at six all ready

For dinner, but remembers his diet,

To make him much slimmer.

He si ts on the sofa

With a rumbling belly,

And gradually nods off

In front of the 'telly'.

Smells I like the smell o f

Warm, crusty newly baked bread,

And of flowers,

Whose petals are a fresh rosy-red.

I like the smell of

Newly laid tar,

And of sticky jam

In a glass jam jar.

I like the smell of

The perfume ".1 ust Musk",

And of the leaves

Burning in the dusk.

I like the smell of

Th e saltiness of the sea,

But most of all the ne w mown grass,

Which the gardeners cut for you and me.

I hate the sm ell of

Seaweed th at is dead,

And of the prawns on the fish stalls,

Which come from the sea bed.

Susan Turncr, lL

Lce Atkinson, IIIF

The Fire The fire glows, grins, smirks and hisses. It whispers things in your ear, and it talks in spits and crackles, but don't go ncar this fraud of friends or it will spit at you, and with its red hot tongue it will scar your face for life. It sits there within its alcove, glowing and giving heat. Beware of its great big brother, who has set light to the warehouse next door: the warehouse rages and tries to get free , but the water sprinklers are like fleas to this giant monster of the night. The fire rages with its incredible appetit e and it slowly crawls up the building eating everything in its path. The building is glowing and dying, and now th e fire fighters come. For hours on end the firem en spray the fire with determination, courage and water. Then, at last, the beast begins to tumble and die, leaving a blacken ed, smouldering skeleton of the building that once was.

Paul Smith, IJ 47

T he School Cat He purrs and prowls around the school,

Through the gym, through the hall,

Not to hunt, as one might imagine,

Rats and mice and other vermin,

But to seek a tranquil place to rest,

Away from every nasty pest;

For as soon as a rat comes into sight

This tim id cat is pu t to fligh t!

So where does this co ward get the meat

That gives him such a large physique?

Well, pampered to the last is he,

Benefiting much from the magnaminity

Of first-form girls who frequently

Bring him salmon, his partiality.

This cat in sleeping finds most pl eas ure

And certainly leads a life of leisure,

Though som et imes, when it is in vogue,

He feels the boot of one young rogue,

Who takes delight in kic king him

Both in the h aD and in the gym.

But generally, apart from this defect,

His life, I'd say, is truly purr .... fec t!

John Tompkins, VIL C

Kitten, Lithograph by Karen Gray, /lIF

When Pigs Can Fly

Wild Horse

When pigs can fly, and bacon's cheaper,

Down on the farm th ey won't ne ed a keeper.

The h ogs will glide and soar through the air,

While all the oth er animals just stand and stare.

His shiny coat,

His swinging mane,

His big bro wn eyes 足 Wild is hi s name.

On market days the sky is full

Of flying p orkies, large and small.

No need no w to usc transporters 足 To cut the cost , use flyin g snorters!

Gall op ing free

He hasn't a care,

So full of glee

Out in the fresh air.

Aerial acrobatics performed by the boars 足 It's as exciting as watching 'Jaws'.

When seeing displays, protect your eye;

Never look up when pigs ca n fly!

He cats when h e ..vilis

And sleeps when he can,

For he has no master

The one they call 'man'.

How I should like

To stroke his smoot h mane,

But I can't get near him

Oh, what a shame!

Sean Callaghan, IL

Elizabeth Carr, IL 48

What is Yellow?

YeHow is the colour Of a baby chick Whose tiny little body Is fluffy and thick.

Yellow is the sun,

Shining so brigh t,

And the colour of

"Banana Angel Deligh t".

Yellow are canaries,

Swinging on their swings;

Lemons are yellow

When cut into rings.

Yellow is the colour

Of lovely soft sand,

\Vhich, when dry,

Falls through your hand.

Daffodils are yellow,

Blowing in the breeze

Yellow are the leaves in au tumn,

When falling off the trees.

Yello,;v is joy,

When new life is born,

A field is also yellow,

When it is fiUed with corn.

Susan Turner, IL

Cone, Linoprint bV Alfred Taboda, fllW

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The Diver Think of the poor deep-sea diver,

As he walks on the ocean's bed,

Down in the dark, murky water,

With his boots weighted down with lead.

His only link with the outside world

Is a rope from the boat way above,

And a tube filled with air for his lifeline

Which limits the way he can move.

If he sees a great shark or an octopus,

He knows that it could mean the end.

Yes, think of the poor deep-sea diver,

For that's when he most needs a friend.

He works way down deep for your pleasure,

To keep oil coming up from the sea,

So that you can enjoy your car holiday,

And go down to the beach, filled with glee.

Think of the man who searches

Down below for the wrecks on the rocks,

Who finds missing links in our history,

Or who cleans out the muck from our docks.

I would not have his job for a fortune,

I'd prefer a safe job on the land,

So good luck to the men who go down there

For they really deserve a big hand.

Lee Atkinson, IIIF

Oil Painting by Reginald Gurjar, VI LC

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Children should be Seen and not Heard 'Children should be seen and not heard', say many pompous people, but who wants to see a mute child lurking in a corner? I think that it would be quite unnerving to see an adult's beady eyes star­ ing stupidly at you while he says nothing. Try it and see - if you can ever find an adult who wants to stay silent for more than ten minutes, that is!

Now let's just imagine, if I were an adult and I had a child who was told to speak only when spoken to, in other words, a 'pull-string' doll, who would always give the right answers, that child would be­ come inhibited and frustrated. It would become a 'show-piece' to be seen, but definitely not heard. by friends or relations of the parents.

If the child was allowed to speak and express its ideas at home it would become more intelligent and would learn in time to think for itself, using ideas which he or she had talked over with parents at some time or other. The child would grow up to be independent, knowing how to defend and attack with words where necessary, whereas the 'pull-string' child would not know how to manipu­ late words for its own benefit in a difficult situation.

The 'pull-string' child goes one of two ways. It may one day go to school and realise exactly what was missing in its home life. It will start to learn how to use words at school, but it will still lack the confidence to speak up for itself at home. It will disguise its quietness by becoming a 'loud­ mouth'. The child will consequently get into trouble at school, because this is the only place where the feelings which have been locked inside its mind can be let out. It may well rebel against the school system, using it as a scapegoat for uneasiness at home. Usually, the parents are too wrapped up in themselves to notice what is going on and the first they will hear is when their 'perfect' child is sent home in disgTace by a school which cannot cope with its rebel pupil. On the other hand, it may become shy and quiet, too scared to face anybody. In some ways this is just as bad as the rebellious child.

Happily, children are no longer treated as 'lesser mortals' as much as they were in Victorian days. We children are seen as we really are, imaginative, creative people, who, although we may not be as intel· ligent in a materialistic view, are just as clever in our own special way.

Susan Rudwick, IIW

A Strange Find I didn't know what to expect. The long, cylindrical object in my hands looked like something out of a science-fiction film. It was of a dull colour, with little sections of pure brilliance. On it were sever­ allittle dials, and five buttons, each a different colour and shape; each looking more and more intriguing as I turned the object in my hands. I pressed one, but nothing happened.

I decided the thing was a piece of junk and threw it towards the manor's electrified fence. A sharp noise, and the thing floated in the air, three or four feet above the ground, with a pulsating glow.

Strangely, I wasn't scared at all; I went towards it, and it accepted me. The cylinder spoke into my brain; a strange, gutteral sound, I thought, like nothing living on this earth. It commanded me to take it, hold it, and feel its power. The glow eneveloped me.

I pressed a button and suddenly time and place changed. I found myself in deep space, or what seemed deep space. Everything was black, and I could see no stars at all. In fact, I could only see the cylinder in front of me.

I pressed the button again, and found myself back in the English countryside, thank God. I tried to let go of the cylinder, but it resisted my attempts, both of us floating off the ground.

My head began to ache - I pressed the second button - what this time?

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The sun; I "vas on the sun! The intense heat could be felt through the glow which must have protec足 ted me from the consuming flame. We began to hover round, until we reached the hole - a hole in the sun? - I'm going mad .

The third button; I pressed it, and was swimming through the coolness of the sea, a hundred yar.ds from the beach. The water caressed my cheeks, and the blanket of coolness covered me. I slowly got onto the beach, lo find the cylinder waiting for me. I grasped it in my already sweaty hand, and pressed the fourth button.

Pain. A billion screaming voices and pain; flames licking up at me and a single fi gure, standing and laughing. This was hell. I screamed, and the scream reverberated within my head, amplifying itself until I screamed even louder. The cylinder - where is the cylinder? I put out my hand and pressed the fifth button.

Suddenly everything was still and quiet. The lack of noise shouted at my already aching head, but the greenness soo thed the rest of me. After a few moments I arose and started walking, but soon stopped - the cylinder had gone - but where was I? The rolling waves of grass laughed at me; I continued walking.

Somewhere the god laughed - he was glad to have his toy back - well worth the expenditure of one homo sapiens ........... .

Ralph Howes, IVL

Pottery Group

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Hypocrite 'Of co urse I wo uld,' Said hyp oc rite , But h y poc rit e did n o t.

It m akes m e m ad t o think just how This life sh e co uld abort.

'I wouldn 't dare !'

Cried h y poc rit e, But hyp oc rite did, too.

It m ade m e sic k to sit and watch Th e life she easi ly slew.

'Of cou rse I won' t ,' Laughed hyp ocri te , And hyp oc rit e did n o t.

It m akes m e laugh hyst eric ally Rememb ering her wo rds , Fo r hyp oc rit e, m y p a ti ent fri end, Co mmitt ed no fo ul crim es; Intenti on al a bort io n is a p ro duct o f our tim es, But eve n worse th an murd er Is the crim e I'm arraigned fo r: I watch ed and wai ted for th e crime Bu t nev er warn ed a so ul : I'm no tell -tal e, No h yp ocrite 足 I playe d the ' fri end ly ' ro le .

Kathl ee n Burke, VIU

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The Circus The circus is here at last, Wi th animals galore.

A trumpet gives a long, loud blast, Then there's a deafening roar.

Elephants, lions, chimpanzees, Tigers, seals and bears -足 T hey've all come wi th their friends to please The people who really care.

Twisting, turning and twirling around 足 That's how the acrobats enter, Jumping high above the ground, Then in and ou t of the cen tre; The clowns always get a laugh With their pet, Kaboo, Even though he's just a calf He can give a proper moo!

Next come Miss Fufu's poodles, Each in turn jumps through the hoops.

Some can form their names with noodles While other patrol in troops.

The Daring Devils give a scare While swinging to and fro.

As they glide through the air The crowd watches from below.

With short tails up and long trunks down, In the elephants tramp,

Old wrinkled skin - grey and brown 足 They slowly cross the ramp.

Many more acts are to be seen,

But now we have t o go

And as we cross the village green

We hear the sound of the show.

Brenda Pollack, lIS

Jaguar, by Charmaine Ayling, IVS

A Twentieth Century Lullaby The whining drone of distant traffic

Plays unceasingly in my ear.

The shunting of trains in the shunting sheds

Clank, clink continually throught the night.

Overhead, faint flickering lights in the stars

Indicate an aeroplane flying on;

Part of the twentieth century lullaby.

Dark, still, claustrophobic country nights

Disturbed by the television's conversation

Accompany the children on the road to slumber.

The clock in the steeple is striking the hour;

The adults laugh at a funny nonentity,

Their laughter, dulled by the shut door,

Part of the twen tieth cen tury lullaby.

Awakened at dawn, drowsily aware

Of the birds' morning chords,

Their ceaseless squawking singing, increasing with the light,

So ou t of place in a concrete and glass ci ty.

Silence never visits this part of the land:

She has been gagged by man-made noise ~

Never a part of the twentieth century lullaby.

Hazel Paul, VIU

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Girls' Physical Education, 1976- 77 HOCKEY There has been a noticeable decline in competition for school teams for the past few years but never

as little as this season offered. With difficult domestic situations at the Sports Centres and the

extremely dry summer, pitches were unavailable. We were able to fit our Inter-House tournaments

in before the wet weather came. To make the situation even more depressing, there was a burst

water main preventing us using the facilities at Oakfield. This sad picture means that hockey

became non-e xistent. There were no hockey tournaments organised by either Oakfield or Goresbrook

and we missed these as major forms of competition. We were, however, pleased to play "hard court"

hockey with a local school to maintain interest amongst the third years, who played keenly and well.

The annual Staff v 1st XI match provided its usual spills and thrills. The standard of hockey was high

and the school team is to be commended on holding the staff to a 1-0 defeat.

Colours

Junior: Laura Davies, Anne Small, Sharon Simpson.

Half: Genieve Ali.

No full colours awarded.

NETBALL The East London League offered us the main source of competition. We fielded four teams in the league and as many teams as possible per y ear played lo cal schools. These matches give more girls the opp ortunity to play for the school. It was encouraging to see the loyalty and enthusiasm of the girls as they represented the school.

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1st VII 7 6 0 1 First 4th Yr. 7 3 1 3 Fourth 3rd Yr. 8 6 0 2 Third 2nd Yr. 8 4 1 3 Third 1st Yr. 5 2 1 2 no league The highlight of the season was the Oakfield Netball Tournament.

The 1st year were 2nd; the 2nd year were 1st; the 3rd year were 2nd; the 4th year were 3rd; and

the 5th/ 6th year were 2nd

With this fine set of results, it was no surprise when it was announced that Raine's were the overall

winners of the Oakfield Netball Trophy.

Col ours

Junior: Anne Small, Laura Davies, Sharon N'Jie, Pat McLaughlin, Jacqueline Goode,

Joanne Ahearne, Ann Marks.

Half: Genieve Ali, Deborah Goode, Julie Dawkins, Lisa Helm, Phyllis Alex ander, Theresa Sims.

No full colours awarded.

CROSS COUNTRY Th e rules of co mpeti tion for the East London Championships were ch anged this season to fall in lin e with London regulations. Teams were entered at Junior (lst-3rd year); Intermediate (4th and 5th years); Senior (6th year). This means that only three teams needed to be selected from the whole school.

We were pleased to come second in the Junior Championship, with first year pupil, Wendy Goode, taking first pl ace comfor tably. The Intermediate team of fourth and fifth years were first, as were th e Senior te am of si xth year girls .

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As a result of these Championships, the following girls were selected to represent East London at

the London Championships.

Junior

Wendy Goode, who took final second place and helped the East London Junior team to win the

London Championship.

Jayne Neighbour and Jacqueline Anderson were reserves for East London.

Intermediate

Deborah Goode, Jacqueline Goode, Deborah Treadway; Denise Marshall, Ann Marks,

Angela Fi t7.gerald, Linzi Dea thridge (reserves).

East London took final second place.

Senior

Julie Brown, Gillian Clarke, Margaret Poole, Paula Martin, Susan Marks, Debra Vincent; Hazel Paul

(reserve) .

East London were second, overall.

The following girls were selected to represent London at the Inter Counties meeting and the

National Cross Country Championships at Redditch:

Wendy Goode - Junior; Deborah Goode - Intermediate; Julie Brown and Margaret Poole - Senior.

Although it was a successful season for Raine's at District, County and Nationallievel, the new

organisation of East London Championships has meant that fewer girls were able to represent the

school. Competitions on an individual year basis provides the means for more girls to participate.

Colours

Junior: Jacqueline Goode, Ann Marks, Angela Fitgerald.

Half: Debra Vincent, Hazel Paul, Susan Marks, Gillian Clarke, Genieve Ali, Paula Martin, Denise Marshall.

Full: Deborah Goode, Margaret Poole, Deborah Treadway, Julie Brown.

Girls who represented the East London District team at the All London Cross Country Championships

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SWIMMING An Inter-School Swimming League gave us regular weekly competition involving teams from the

first to the sixth year. We managed to win all but one of eleven matches and emerged the eventual

winners of our league. These were encouraging results and numerous girls had the opportunity to

represent the school. Year swimming captains had the task of drawing up their teams and it was

rewarding to see the girls taking this responsibility seriously.

The East London Championships were highly competitive with individual year competitions making

interesting contests.

The first year team was second; the second year was also second; the third and fourth year teams

were fourth and the fifth and sixth year team was first.

We missed winning the Championship trophy this year but were equally proud to win the Runners足

up trophy.

In the London swimming champions, Deborah Treadway swam magnificently to win the U19

Backstroke in a new London record. Well done Deborah!

Colours

Junior: Sharon Simpson, Pat McLaughlin, Deborah Vine.

Tracey Parker, Denise Cox.

Half: Full: Karen Pain, Deborah Treadway.

Second Year Swimming Team

ATHLETICS With the Silver Jubilee celebrations and early start to the GCE, the East London Championships were held earlier than usual. After a few wet weeks of term it was difficult to get teams ready for selection. With their usual loyalty and co-operation, the third, fourth and sixth years represented the school admirably. We were unable to field a fifth year team owing to GCE commitments. The third and fourth year teams took final third places in their championship comfortably.

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As a result of these championships the following girls were selected to represent East London at the London Championships Junior

Wendy Goode (800m); Melodie Cargill (Hurdles and relay)

Intermediate

Sharon Simpson (Discus); Sandra Matthew (100m and relay); Phyllis Alexander (Hurdles);

Senior

Julie Brown (800m); Susan Marks (Hurdles); Gillian Clarke (400m); Margaret Poole (Javelin).

Notable performances were produced by Wendy - 2nd; Sandra - 3rd;Julie - 3rd; Gillian - 1st;

Margaret - 3rd.

Wendy Goode was selected to represent London at the Inter-Counties meeting against Essex and

Surrey and at the Nationals at Hendon.

With poor weather conditions and no transport [or first years it was a disappointing season for first

and second years. The Junior Championships took place later on in the season. The girls worked

keenly and enthusiastically in the school yard, gymnasium and Stepney Green Open Space so that

teams could be constructed. There was keen competition between first and second year girls and

an athletics contest was arranged between the two years. After a recount, the result was a draw on

points.

At the East London Championships, we came second in the first year and second in the second

year, results which promise well for the future.

Overall, nine school records have been broken. It was sad that we did not compete in the Oakfield

Trophy meeting as the date had been changed at the last minute.

Sports Day was a great success with the rain holding off until near the end of the meeting, when we

had intermittent showers. There were some good performances especially by the first year, both

boys and girls. This is encouraging for the future.

First Year Girls Athletics Team

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Three Goode Sisters

You will find in this magazine, a photograph of the three Goode sisters - Deborah, Jacqueline and Wendy. They have been an inspiration to the girls in that they have used their athletic abilities to the fun, all three being outstanding at 800 metres and hurdles. In addition to their School, District, County and National representation at athletics and cross country they have played regularly and competently for school netball and hockey teams . Wendy is also a promising swimmer and gymnast.

We pay tribute to such a fine family, an example to us all in prowess, loyalty and humility.

Colours Junior: Sharon Simpson, Cherry Farley, Jacqueline Goode, Jacqueline Defoe, Laura Davies, Sharon N'Jie, Pat McLaughlin, Ann Marks, Ruth Graham.

Half: Deborah Goode, Susan Marks, Susan Whitnell, Lyn Begent, Paula Martin, Karen Pain, Shani Rhodes.

Full: Margaret Poole, Julie Brown, Gillian Clarke, Phyllis Alexander, Sandra Matthew.

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There is a very keen interest in all aspects of the programme throughout the school. In addition to the competitive side there are many other ventures which the girls pursue in the Physical Education programme. Senior girls have the opportunity to take part in sailing, badminton, volleyball, squash, judo, ice-skating, table tennis, 'keep fit' and horse riding.

I would like to take this opportunity to thank all those who make such a wide curriculum of P.E. possible, especially the staff who assist on games afternoons. "Thank you" too to the Headmaster, and Mr Spooner for their interest and encouragement. Form and House staff have also played importan t roles in taking much interest in individual pupils as they represent House and Schoo!.

Finally I would like to thank Genieve Ali for her untiring efforts as School Games Captain.

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Gurranabraher Festival, 28th-29th May Raine's Under 15 basketball team went to Cork, Ireland, for a tournament in which eleven Irish teams and ourselves competed.

After an all-night journey we arrived in Cork to play our first match at two o'clock. Unfortunately we lost this match to North Monastery, but later defeated Marian by several points.

We were billeted that night among the local townsfolk, whose wonderful hospitality we cannot deny.

We sampled the night-life that evening and found the liquid refreshment (Lemonade etc.) excellent.

The following day we defeated O'Connell Boys' Club of Dublin by a large margin, but this was not enough to qualify us for a place in the semi-finals as best losers in the three groups.

We spent Monday free in Cork and left that night.

We extend our thanks to the Gurranabraher Festival organizers for inviting us, and to Mr Long for coaching us. Our thanks also to Bob Andrews, a local ref. who went with us.

D. Perkins, M. Harrison, IVL; B. Lee-Harwood, A . Subosits, IVS

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The Friday Work-out Club As usual, crowds of enthusiastic pupils thronged the gymnasium, determined to join the Work-Out

Club. Unfortunately, all but we four had to be turned away.

The press gang, alias Mr Nice , treated us to plenty of floor exercises and ball games.

"Is there no end to this man's abiiity?" we asked in awed tones.

"Yes!" caine the unanimous reply, as Mr Nice collapsed, unconscious, to the floor.

We extend our thanks to Mr Nice, who has somehow managed to raise our level of physical fitness

to his dizzy heights.

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Boys' Games, 1976-77 ATHLETICS Very soon after the start of the season the North London Grammar Schools Sports were upon us and, apart from Paul Gibbs' fine performance in the Senior Javelin, our Intermediate and Senior athletes did not win an event. It was, therefore, left to the Juniors to salvage something by winning the championship of their section with a fine all-round team performance. Paul Sullivan (Hurdles), David Beater (Shot Putt) and John Meredith (Javelin) were individual winners.

There was an unfortunate clash of dates with our own Sports' Day which prevented our Seniors from competing in the East London Championships in which we traditionally do very well. On the other hand, the younger four year teams acquitted themselves well when their turn came. The First Year team, despite being the smallest numerically in the history of the school, made an excellent debu t, taking second place in their section close behind Parmiters School. Paul Smith, who was to prove an ou tstanding athlete throughout the season, became champion at 200 and 400 metres, and Mark Gerbaldi won the 70m Hurdles and Javelin events. The Second Year team were also placed second, after a recount, behind St. Bernard's School, with Gary Anderson impressing everyone with his effortless running in taking the 400m title. Almost inevitably the Third Year team did not do so well, despite valiant efforts by Mark Gittos, David Fletcher and David Hodges, who were all runners up in their events. Pride of place went to the Sprint Relay squad of Ian Hatton, David Fletcher, Scott Perry and Mark Gittos, who showed a dean pair of heels to everyone. Finally, the Fourth Year team slipped to fourth place but at least produced an outstanding piece of long jump足 ing by Hilton Armand, who was undefeated in this event during the year, and on one occasion cleared twenty feet. So the school completed the district championships by winning no individual championships, but when the scores were added up it was found that Raine's had been placed first overall - a tribute to a consistent level of excellence. This must be considered a very creditable per足 forman(2e considering the ever rising standard of boys' athletics.

We then put out a full team in the Oakfield Trophy meeting which brings together the top athletic schools which attend the Oakfield Sports Centre. With Paul Smith again outstanding in 200m and Long Jump, Paul Whitnell (High Jump), John Pyne (Triple Jump) and the Sprint Relay squad all winning, the First Year team easily won their section. The other three age-group teams were placed third with other individual champions, David Beater (2nd Year Shot), Scott Perry (3rd Year Javelin), David Fletcher (3rd Year Hurdles), Hilton Armand (4th Year LongJump) and Michael Toffa (4th Year Discus). A very pleasing feature of this competi tion was the fact that Raine's won the Field Even t section which reflects coaching and technical expertise rather than mere natural ability. Over足 all, we were placed second behind Woodberry Down School which, considering the standard of this event, \vas very satisfactory indeed.

FinaHy, the boys put on a very fine showing in the annual school sports at the East London Stadium, breaking thirteen records. Most of these came in the junior school and it was very fitting that on the last day of the season two 4 x 400m relay records were broken. With such fine young athletes the future success of Raine's athletics is very much assured.

Throughout the season, boys strove to improve their personal performances against stop-watch and tape-measure in a multitude of events as part of the A.A.A. 5 Star Award Scheme. Listed below are those boys who attained 5 and 4 Star Grades in this competition, representing the highest levels of achievement in this nationwide contest.

4 Star 5 Star First Year

J. Corbett, P.

M. Gerbaldi, S. Callaghan, R. Erskine, T. Dennis, J. Pyne, P. Smith, P. Whitnell.

D. Beater, J. Shaw, G. Anderson, J. Meredith.

J.

Scott, G. Butler, M. Lake,

R. Mooney.

Second Year OrgIes, J. Maloney, P. Brand, D. Spencer, P. MartindiH, P. Sullivan, J. Higgins, M. Johnson.

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D. Fletcher, 1. Hatton, S. Perry, M. Gittos, P. Watts, D. Hodges.

K. Knock, H. Armand, R. Sims, A. Ali.

Third Year S. Wilson, M. Jacobs, P. Hayes, F. Gharabaghi, P. Lodemore, P. McCurry, M. Alabaster.

Fourth Year P. Wright, D. Lashmar, E. Singh, T. Weller, A. Subosits, M. TtoHa, N. Tuck, P. Lawler, I. Jenkins.

BASKETBALL The season did not start very auspiciously for our school teams as both the Under 16 and Under 19 teams departed in the first rounds of the England Schools' National Championships. Of course we have got so used to doing well in these championships that we are sometimes forgetful of how tough it is. You only win matches if you have good teams and we did not have good senior teams last season.

Having recovered from this initial shock, our teams immersed themselves in East London league and London Cup games. The Fourth Year team worked hard throughout the season, coming second in the league and then being invited to participate in an international tournament in Cork, Southern Ireland where it upheld the tradition of Raine's for fine play, sportsmanship and character. This team ensured by the manner of its conduct that there will always be a welcome for a Raine's team in this annual tournament. Richard Sims, Kenneth Constantine, Daniel Perkins and Alan Subosits were stalwarts of this side and, combined with the best from the Third Year team, could have a good run in the National Championships next year.

After its exploits of the previous season the Third Year team had quite a disappointing year. Finish足 ing runners-up in the East London league, it also departed in the quarter-finals of the London Cup to old rivals, St. Philip Howard. With players of the calibre of David Hodges, Lee Atkinson, Michael Jacobs, Matthew Alabaster and David Fletcher, this team has the potential to be one of the best sides we have ever seen wearing the blue and white of Raine's.

U. 13 Basketball Team

U.15 Basketball Team

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The Second Year Te am had a very good season. Unbeaten in the East London league, it also won the district cup tournament and reached the quarter-finals of the London cup. It is fortunate in having many tall, strong playe rs to call upon but in its only defeat of the season it did lose to smaller but more skilful players. Once our big players harness this necessary skill to their undoubted physical abili ty they could be virtually unbeatable. Several players did well, including Gary Anderson, David Spencer and Tony Britton - who also played for East London at basketball - plus Jeremy Shaw, David Beater, Paul Sullivan and John Maloney.

The First Year team had only one game which it won quite convincingly against George Green School. Martin Lake, Mark Gerbaldi, Sean Callaghan, John Pyne and Thomas Dennis showed in this match that they are players of promising ability who will continue to maintain the fine tradition of this game in the school for many years to come. This First Year game was played on the new full足 sized court at George Green School. All London Cup and National Championship games must be played on full-si ze d courts. In these competitions our teams must always hire a court or play away.

Is it such a forlorn hope that in the development of the new school "ve may at some time achieve a full-siz ed court of our own?

Finally a word of praise and thanks to the many girls who, continue to support the school teams, home or away, and act as scorers, time-keepers and morale boosting cheerleaders.

CROSS COUNTRY INTER-HOUSE RESULTS First Year Second Year 1. Lake (M) Webb 2. Erskine (W) Spencer 3. Gerbaldi Mould (M) 4. Whitncll Commons (S) 5. Pikesley Warren (M) 6. Butler Gardiner (M) 7. Cannon Anderson (M) 8. Call aghan Dennison (W) 9. Pyne (S) Martindill 10. Manning (S) Kirkpatrick 1.

2.

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4.

Mann Winterton School Foundation

108 109 120 203

Third Year (S) (M) (W) (M) (W) (S) (W) (M) (S) ( F)

School 119 Mann 120 Wint erton l, 149 Fou ndation j

Hayes Attwatcrs Gittos Lode1l1ore Hatton Redington O'Keefe Ayres Alabaster Perry

(M) (S) (M) (S ) ( F) (W) (W) ( F) (F)

Fourth Year Samuels Lewis O'Reilly Weller Cronin Singh Ellis Tuck Constantine Chadha

Winterton Mann School Foundation

94 129 169 179

Mann School Winterton Foundation

(W)

Senior 1. Marks A

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4.

5.

6.

Marks D Woods Grout McDermott Tuck

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8.

9.

10.

Simpson M Pan day Gurjar Chambers

( F) (W) (M) ( F)

1. Foundation 2. Mann 3_ Winterton 4. School

Champions: Junior, Mann; Intermediate, Ma nn; Senior, Foundation.

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49 156 169 181

(S) (W)

(M) (M) (M) (S)

(M) (F) (M) ( F) 79 105 160 168

SWIMMING The main event in the Swimming calendar, apart from a most successful inter-house gala, was the East London Championship Gala_ In this event we were placed a creditable fourth. The leading swimmers for Raine's, who won several individual events, were David and Peter Lodemore and Denis Samuels.

H. Long

RUGBY First Year The record of the first year team is truly remarkable considering that they are the poorest off for choice. They have played thirteen matches, winning seven and losing six. For players new to the game, the standard of play was remarkably high, with Smith, Dennis, Corbett and Lake showing great promise for the future. Mr. Long and Mr. Hudson would like to thank the players who showed such interest and eagerness throughout the season.

Second Year The second year team have performed tremendously well in comparison with last year's erratic form.

The attendance 0 f the team was always consistent and this produced a settled side which played well and often thrashed the opposition. Our fo rm was so good that we only lost two matches.

On behalf of the whole team, I would like to thank Mr Johnson and Mr Long for assisting us in our training.

Jeremy Shaw (Captain).

U. 13 Rugby Team

Third Year

T his has been another bad season. Not once were we able to field a full fifteen because players

repeatedly refused to play or let us down at the last moment by not turning up. This was very

demoralising for those who did play and I thank those people who did turn ou t regularly for their

efforts.

The team would like to thank Mr Johnson and Mr Long for helping us through a difficult season.

Mark Gittos (Captain).

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Fourth Year

Raine's Under 15 team had their best season since the first year when we won more games than we

lost. Under the captaincy of Cahill, the team developed and grew from twelve to a squad of seven足

teen. The outstanding players in a good solid side have been Cahill, Constantine, Cantwell, Weller,

Coakley, Watts, Jenkins and Dettmar (not the largest of players). When Armand played he, too, did

very well.

I would like to thank everyone who played for us this year.

Played 13, Won 10, Drew 1, Lost 2. Points for: 397; Against: 104.

K. Cons tan tine (Vice-captain).

V.1S RugbV Team

First Fifteen The team played fewer games this year and, because of this lack of match practice, results on the whole were not so good. However, the team did show that it could play well, achieving one or two respectable results like the twelve-all draw against an East London Schools XV. The team would like to thank Mr Croom, Mr Holmes and Mr Long for supporting them during the season. Thank you.

Douglas Marks and Kevan Gill.

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229.50 224.00 221. 75

Pupils' Contributions Autumn Term 1976 Spring Term 1977 Summer Term 1977

Balance at bank..

Balance in Deposit Alc ..

544.87

424.45 £969.32

44.87

Interest on Deposit Account

105.74 24.10

Expenditure

Balances clf General Account Governors' Account Minibus Account Interest on Deposit Account

Contributions to F 0 rm Ou tings

44.87

504.84 82.12 337.49

Sundries ­ Payment to University of London for Report

Games - Fares Expenses

Magazine - Hobbs and Co.

T he magazine for 1976 f7 7 will cost approximately £600

£ 1836. 50

48.00

675.25

1068 .38

Refund ­ Loan for Theatre Ti ckets

Total

648.77 82.12 337.49

Balances BIF General Account Governors' Account Minibus Account

Receiets

SCHOOL FUND ACCOUNT

Magazine and Amenities Account

£ 1836 .50

969 .3 2

66.74

18 .00

129.84

652 .60

SCHOOL YEAR 1976/77