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Page: 1 Table of Contents 2 Editorial 3 Principal's Report 4 Prefects' Report 6 Junior Secondary & Middle School Reports 7 Middle School S.R.C. 8 Senior School Report 9 Committees 10 Boarders 14 Archives 16 Art Department, Year 12 Work 18 Music School 24 School Tours 28 Staff 30 Reports on Japanese Visit & Deaf Integration Programme 31 Chess Club & Dungeons and Dragons 32 Articles

Page: 34 Poems 39 Short Stories 42 Debating Report 43 School Play: "They Shoot Horses, Don't They?"

44 School Sports 50 Sports Day 51 Middle School House Drama 54 Berry House Report 56 Cato House Report 58 Fitchett House Report 60 Krome House Report 62 Nevile House Report 63 Senior School House Drama 64 H.S.C. Baby Snaps

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ScUtoncal Due to circumstances totally beyond our control, the 1986 Silver & Green magazine was held over until the new school year. There were so many inquiries from students in the final school weeks of 1986 as to the whereabouts of said magazine that we, the Publications Committee, can confidently attest to its popularity. Hopefully, the delay in its distribution will have whetted students' interests rather than dulling them. Due to space constraints, the Year 12 "Rogues Gallery" photos were unable to be included.

This year's student input into the Publications Committee was most pleasing, indicating a strongly committed, creatively inspired team, headed by the dedicated, conscientious, talented Monique Cole, and her equally enthusiastic and inspired cohort, Jo Taylor. There were ably assisted by many keen students, a m o n g them Sandra Lim, Jo-anne Lo (who designed and drew the superb cover), Sonia McCully (who researched the fascinating Archives report) and many more too numerous to mention. Sadly, we lack an appropriate photo of the assembled multitude in all their glory.

Thanks must go to some others w h o helped in the p r o d u c t i o n of this year's Silver and Green:

This year(1986) we have tried to widen the range of material and c o n t r i b u t o r s to include all people involved in the school c o m m u n i t y , both students and staff, and this has resulted in some unusual but stimulating places (we hope!). If any student or staff groups, committees, teams etc. were not covered, we apologise, but it is up to you, the members of M.L.C., to submit reports, as just about everything received makes its way into the magazine. Enjoy the magazine, and remember that we are constantly in need of student interest and support in order to keep Silver and Green a g o i n g concern.

The Publications Committee.

Judith, our staff typist, who willingly gave up lots of time in order to make the students' written submissions look m u c h neater!

Chris Notsis, our roving Cameraman, w i t h o u t w h o m the vast majority of photos included here w o u l d not have existed.

Jan MacNally, our resident "Ethics Consultant", and general editor, who kept open lines of c o m m u n i c a t i o n between the Committee and the printers. She also gave up a week of her Christmas holidays to assemble the rough copy of the magazine and proofread all material, and her help was greatly appreciated.

Two students who epitomize the MLC spirit: Heidi (left) and Eunice Finter.

Heidi is currently studying Arts/Law at Melbourne Uni., while Eunice is in Middle School.

defiant A CHALLENGE Who is this Principal at MLC? After observing my caricature in last year's Silver and Green and seeing the photographs of me that have been gathered for publication this year, y o u might be pardoned for being curious. Similarly, what is this M L C ? We have presented to us a wide range of views and images t h r o u g h the pages of this journal.

Is it accurate?

Is it comprehensive?

What are we?

My reading recently has included the writings of T h o m a s Merton in My Argument with the Gestapo. He challenged me to do some soul searching when he said: "If you want to identify me, Ask me not where I live, Or what I w o u l d like to eat, Or how I c o m b my hair, But ask me what I am living for".

As a c o m m u n i t y we have recently addressed this question of purpose. A new statement of Aims and Objectives will be published w i t h i n the school next year. In part, the Aims state, "to provide an education w h i c h will equip each girl to live creatively, responsibly and effectively as an independent individual and as an actively participating member of society".

The aims identify not only the need for knowledge but also for faith and for c o m m i t m e n t . The new Aims expand and make explicit the statement about the need to understand "the c o n t i n u i n g c o n t r i b u t i o n of w o m e n to society" and as a goal we seek to help y o u n g w o m e n "to become full and equal members of a continually c h a n g i n g society".

Evaluations, aims, objectives and speech day reports are all very well and can sound very impressive, but T h o m a s Merton w o u l d not let me stop there.

He went on to say: "If you want to identify me, Ask me what I think Is keeping me from living fully For the thing I want to live for".

Actions and outcomes are all he will accept.

I suspect that this is also the case in the context of the school.

We w o u l d like to think that we are achieving our goals, but are we? A n d if we are not, what is s t o p p i n g us and how can w e go about removing these impediments?

What I like most about MLC is that it can accept criticism. It is a self-critical school.

How can we c o n t i n u e to help MLC be self-critical and yet confident, to change where necessary and particularly to challenge actions and o u t c o m e s w h i c h do not fulfil our A i m s and Objectives?

TDtefieete SENIOR PREFECTS' ADDRESS TO THE M.L.C. COMMUNITY Like the great idealistic leaders of our nation, we too, had dreams for M.L.C.: disciplined assemblies, perfectly worn uniforms and no make-up. But as the months of our "Senior Prefectships" passed, we began to realise that our dreams w o u l d not become realities until they were recognised and supported by every member of the school c o m m u n i t y .

With this in mind, we now give you our "Address to the Nation": Students and staff of M.L.C. Kew: As we enter our 105th year, it is important we c o n t i n u e to grow in c o m m u n i t y spirit and pride. We have the facilities and the potential in our M.L.C. students and staff to achieve great successes.

Pride in our school can be reflected in, a m o n g other things, the wearing of the school uniform. We urge y o u to buy M.L.C. You do not need to wear imported school socks all the way from Scotch College, or lace from foreign department stores.

D O B S O N S should, and must, be your first and only stop for M.L.C.-made quality goods.

One does not need to look f u r t h e r t h a n the Year 12's of 1986 for inspiration: the Bim Kostellos, the Cate Bondchetts and the Natasha Shuggerlands are all achievers within our school community.

And, of course, we must not forget the "Quiet Achievers", w h o are less recognised but equally diligent.

It is natural that you be proud of your school and automatically want to put back in all that you have been given: ask not what y o u r school can do for you, but what you can do for y o u r school I

• • • • • Our years at M.L.C. have been ace. Each of us has been involved in different areas of the school, but rather than create difficulties, this has strengthened our performance as a team.

For us, diversity is the most prominent and important aspect of the M.L.C. c o m m u n i t y . There are few s p o r t i n g or cultural activities w h i c h are not encouraged and girls of varying social and racial b a c k g r o u n d s are represented t h r o u g h o u t the school.

A l t h o u g h the school is basically divided into three groups, friendships can develop between the older and younger students t h r o u g h participation in school and house activities. It is this team spirit, prevalent t h r o u g h o u t our years at M.L.C., w h i c h has made our time here so special.

The year has been very busy, and there are certain people we must thank. Our families and close friends have suffered the most from our "prefectships", while Mrs. McKenzie has supported us t h r o u g h o u t — we have really appreciated y o u r help and advice.

thick make-up. Most 'Madonnas' should strike at assembly, before or after school It is at these times that Prefects have on their special radar glasses and are ready — and eager — to pounce on you and your jewellery-sporting, make up-wearing, t o p - b u 11 o n - u n d o n e, w h i t e - s o c k e d , b l a z e r - l e s s , unofficial-bagged, red/purple or orange-ribboned friends.

2. Use your blazer as a signal.

Going without your blazer is definitely rebellious, but refusing to put it on w o u l d be the ultimate defiance of all that is good and just in the M.L.C. rulebook. Your reward w o u l d be a brief dressing down and perhaps a future date with Mrs. McKenzie.

3 Warning: Smoking is a health hazard.

Smoking is, of course, worse than romping the streets blazerless but as we can never catch you, you w o u l d be wasting your time, your health and y o u r money.

4. The reliability of jewellery.

We consider jewellery to be pretty daring too. The Prefects understand that you all want to be little "Madonnas", but in the schoolyard? If caught with bound fingers or chained necks, we w o u l d promptly move to confiscate any glitter, any diamentes, w h i c h attract our sharp, shrewd eyes. If you want conversation rather than action, then this is not your area of crime.

5. For the innocent at heart.

As we model our dashing white coats each afternoon at 3.30 pm, we are open to polite and harmless conversation. Getting to know your Prefect at the tram stop would be the perfect o p p o r t u n i t y without the thrill of breaking laws.

You might even find that you like us and begin to feel that you could get to know the actual person behind the gold star! Many of us have quite a collection now of what we call friends.

So decide what you want from us, and then act. But be quick — we're only here for a few more weeks!

A n d remember: SMOKING

a phone call to your parents, three order marks, or maybe even a death penalty

WITHOUT BLAZER

polite request

JEWELLERY

confiscation

WHITE SOCKS

warning

COLOURED RIBBONS

dirty look

A l t h o u g h we're probably biased, we think that the Year 12's of 1986 are a vintage year, and have been an h o n o u r to represent.

Here's to the future!

Written and authorized by Stephanie Chin, Louise Dunn and Natalie Mikkelsen STOP PRESSAs I (Lou) was the one w h o handed over o u r f i n a l draft to "Silver and Green", I get the last w o r d (!!!): a public and e n o r m o u s thank you to Nat. and Steph. for putting up with me and making my year ACE!

HOW TO BE RECOGNIZED BY A PREFECT So y o u want to be noticed and recognized by an M.L.C. Prefect?

Before flaunting yourself in front of a Prefect, you must first decide how m u c h verbal abuse you really want. Do you want to be severely reprimanded or just t h r o w n that killing glance?

Once you've decided, here are some useful suggestions: 1. Attracting our attention.

Firstly, you must choose your time carefully. A busy lesson is not the moment as most Prefects are too immersed in their document study (or day-dreaming!) to even notice your 5-inch

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Leavers' Luncheon 1986: Lou Dunn, David Loader, Stephanie Chin and Natalie Mikkelsen.

PREFECTS Above, Left to right: Rear: Demetra Giannakopoulos, Joanne Lo, Sonya Giddings, Anita Wood, Vijaya Joshi, Natalie Roife, Edwina Rice, Lisa tiurgess, Geraldine Millard, Jacki Ogeil, Cate Blanchett, Justine Kiely, Trudi Smith, Jenny Campbell.

Front: Melissa Roffey, Natalie Will, Cayley Matson, Natalie Mikkelsen, Lou Dunn, Stephanie Chin, Ruth Browning, Jodie Benailack.

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JUNIOR SECONDARY SCHOOL REPORT "I felt like an ant on a sky scraper!" Many staff and students at M.L.C. will be able to relate to this year seven student's description of her first day at the school.

Thanks to J.S.S. staff, 'old' students and an excellent orientation programme, our 200 new girls quickly settled in and have participated in a very full and happy year.

Highlights this year have included a "Sleep In" for Year 7 in the Boarding House. Form teachers, student c o - o r d i n a t o r Mrs. M. Atherton, J.S.S. secretary Mrs. Anderson and myself j o i n e d with the students in a variety of games and activities during the day and a grand concert in the evening. All participants agreed this was a great innovation.

The Year 8 students enjoyed a " C a m p O u t " night in tents d u r i n g the March camp at Valley Homestead — Girls had to prepare their o w n evening meals and breakfasts and some lucky ones caught a glimpse of Halley's Comet in the pre-dawn sky.

Some Year 6 students have c o m m e n c e d visiting Kew elderly citizens with the Meals on Wheels service d u r i n g lunchtimes as part of their social service programme. This has been of great mutual benefit to those visited and the y o u n g visitors.

Congratulations to J.S.S. staff and students w h o have w o r k e d well together to achieve another successful year in sport, music and drama as well as in academic subject areas.

Fran. Keller Head of JS/S.

TfCcdcUe School MIDDLE SCHOOL REPORT 1986 has been another busy, yet very rewarding and enjoyable year for Middle School. With the amazingly extensive range of activities offered to its students and the ever-increasing work load, there seemed to be very few free lunchtimes and afterschools!

1986 seems to have been the year of student involvement with girls being encouraged to assume roles of leadership in both House and school activities. The standard of the House Drama and Music competitions was again very high and all participants and observers enjoyed both festivals immensely. The i n t r o d u c t i o n of the House Debating and Oratory competitions, as well as providing added interest to assemblies, gave other students the incentive to get up and speak in front of an audience.

Middle School students were also keen participants in all school activities varying from athletics to debating. There were also numerous Middle School girls involved in the successful production of "They Shoot Horses Don't They?" and the gym club's popular production of "Grease".

In Term I, the annual SRC election played a large part in brightening up assemblies and the students of Middle School were subjected to campaign speeches like no-one had ever seen before! The SRC went on to successfully organise a Sportsgirl Fashion Parade and a Talent Quest, both of w h i c h contributed largely to the cost of the diving tower in the new sports centre, w h i c h is sponsored by Middle School.

In Term II, the Year 9 students braved the Outward B o u n d program and returned after having a very cold, wet but enjoyable week. Also in Term II, the Year 10 girls spent a week on work experience w h i c h was a very interesting and rewarding week for most students.

Thanks must go to Miss Phillips and Mrs. Lading, co-ordinators of Years 9 and 10 respectively, for the care and support t h r o u g h o u t the year. Special thanks must also go to the Head of Middle School, Mrs. Prest, whose continued support and enthusiasm helped make 1986 such a great year for Middle School.

October 1986.

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MIDDLE SCHOOL S.R.C. REPORT

Middle School S.R.C. President, Jacyl Shaw.

OLD AND YOUNG Many of the problems w h i c h y o u n g people have to face are not going to go away. The United Nationsl frontispiece on the 'Global Situations of Youth' provides the f o l l o w i n g information: 'The world population was 738 million in 1975 and by (the year) 2000 will be 1180 million — an expected increase of 60%. While the youth population of the more developed regions will increase by only 5% in the peiod the same age group in the less developed regions will increase by 80%.

The youth population of three major regions of the world — Africa, Asia and Latin America — will almost double between 1975 and 2000.'

The increase of the y o u t h population, says the Report "is likely to have adverse effects on e c o n o m i c g r o w t h and social progress, aggravating most of the problems y o u n g people are facing today — such as u n e m p l o y m e n t ; lack of education and training opportunities; the irrelevance of education to their future productive participation in the development of their society; poor health services; malnutrition; etc."

The need for sympathy, understanding and trust between the generations has rarely been greater and it delights me that one small initiative taken at MLC has planted some very important seeds. One of the most memorable speakers we have ever heard at our Assemblies was Mrs. J. G o u l d who came to talk about her involvement in the University of the Third Age. Her excitement with her post-retirement studies was infectious, she pitched her talk at exactly the right level for all age groups and her wit made us laugh.

After a very entertaining c a m p a i g n earlier this year, a very excited and imaginative g r o u p of Middle School girls was s w o r n in — or at least they got to shake Mr. Loader's hand. Since this time, so very long ago, the Student's Representative C o u n c i l has done its best to represent the students.

The simple reality of the matter is however, that M.L.C. is on the brink of perfection and the S.R.C. had great difficulty uncovering its flaws. We searched and hunted and eventually f o u n d some. First, we attacked the toilets. We promised to spare the inhabitants of Nevile the embarrassment of the "toilet intruder" syndrome, by installing new toilet d o o r locks, soap dispensers were also installed. The S.R.C. began with a bang!

First Term saw a contingent of sexy devils parading d o w n the catwalk for a glamorous gala affair — the Sportsgirl Fashion Parade. (We hope you used y o u r discount card wisely.)

The year was riddled with casual clothes, the proceeds of w h i c h are g o i n g to the ever-popular sports complex. The S.R.C. has also had some input into the M.L.C. Christmas Fair, agreeing to make c o m p l e t e idiots of ourselves and parade about s h o p p i n g centres advertising the market in Santa costumes.

Without a doubt, the most splendiferous event of the year was the Talent Quest. The talent at M.L.C. is dazzling and many people s h o w e d e n o r m o u s guts t r y i n g to prove this. The S.R.C. failed dismally. Despite this, we hope to make the Quest an annual event.

Next year's lucky S.R.C. has inherited the privilege of t r y i n g to raise the rest of the $3,000 for the sports complex w h i c h has almost been achieved. G o o d luck and amen.

Anon. (a clue: The Vice President of M.S.S.R.C., Meredith Lewis).

Mrs. G o u l d came because there is a g r o w i n g involvement between our campus and that of the University of the T h i r d Age. Sometimes members of U3A c o m e as instructors. We are most grateful to Mr. Thelby Reedy-Crofts who runs one of the Motor Mechanics courses for us with great success. Others c o m e as students and, as their student paper reported "friendships between the generations were forged and it is interesting to note, that when the girls did their obligatory self-analysis after the course, not one of them mentioned the inter-generational content of the class."

While there is no gap between the generations in Motor Mechanics or eg. glass making, positive bridges are being built elsewhere. Mr. Smith, grandfather of A n n e Kaye-Smith, talked to some Year 9 History students about his experiences as an Anzac. This was a rare privilege and one w h i c h girls w h o heard him will never forget.

Our ability to share and learn from the experiences of all ages is vital and the g r o w i n g interaction between old and y o u n g can only be of benefit to both age groups.

Jean Prest.

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s e*uo*i School FROM THE SENIOR SCHOOL 1986 Many students c o m m e n t to me on the differences between Senior School and M i d d l e a n d J u n i o r S e c o n d a r y Schools. They suggest I "warn" Year 10's of the changes in store in Years 11 and 12. So, in this article, I thought I w o u l d outline a few of these changes for you.

At Year 11 and at Year 12 you choose all your subjects apart from English w h i c h is compulsory at both levels. This means that you can specialize in subjects w h i c h suit your abilities, interests and aspirations and this choice usually results in students being more highly motivated. Six subjects are chosen at Year 11, five subjects at Year 12. The fewer subjects enable more time to be spent on each so that greater depth and breadth of knowledge is required. Thus the expected standard of achievement in each subject at Year 11 and again Year 12 is much h i g h e r t h a n in formeryears. I f y o u havechosen w i s e l y t h e satisfactions are g r e a t e r t o o as you can become deeply involved and excited by a subject and you a r e a b l e t o p u r s u e t h a t interest further and share it with others. This means of course, that sometimes your friends change as you get to know other students by sharing classes and ideas with them.

At Year 11 and 12 the teachers have particularly high expectations in regard to the assessment and quality of your work. They realize the demanding competition of H.S.C. and begin to raise your sights towards that goal early in Year 11.

They also expect that senior students can meet deadlines. They may not harangue nor cajole to get work in on time; they just expect that it will be punctual. Students c o m m e n t too on the camaraderie between them and their teachers at Senior levels, particularly at Year 12.

In Senior School you are expected to take a great deal of responsibility for yourself and for others. You are responsible for the organisation of your time out of school — how much time you spend on homework, assignments, revision; part-time job; music, sport, drama, hobbies and on your social life. You are responsible for how you spend your time in school — in the actual classes, in your spare periods, in period 5, and at lunchtime.

SENIOR SCHOOL REPORT At the closing of a year filled with trauma and ecstacy there is much to 'reflect' (compliments to Mr. Wiltshire) upon.

The colorful, house-orientated events — the Senior School House Drama, the S w i m m i n g Sports, the Athletics and the Chorals provided us all with a well-deserved break from the HSC blues and relieved some of our early, mid and end-of-year pressures.

The Year 12 Dance was the highlight of highlights as it provided us with the opportunity to drink, dance and be merry, in all elegance at the Southern Cross.

The Senior School Speech Night shall be one to remember, thanks to the efforts of all us students, and the Music staff.

From the Yarra to the concert the last day of HSC will be an event long remembered by all Year 12's, the teachers (watch out) and the whole school c o m m u n i t y .

G O O D - B Y E A N D G O O D - L U C K to ALL 1986 YEAR 12's and to all those to follow.

Debbie Niski

Girls who are elected to the Year 11 Committee or to be House officials and prefects, or who volunteer for committees, o r t o be cross age tutors, or meals-on-wheels helpers all accept responsibility for others. It is expected that they will discharge their responsibilities well as at Year 11 and 12 they are mature enough to do so.

The Senior School is particularly interested in encouraging girls of initiative and resourcefulness w h o will get new schemes going for their fellow students and w h o will look outward to society outside school and life beyond school. Senior school students s h o u l d be c o n c e r n i n g themselves with matters of social justice in the larger society.

Students in Year 11 and 12 of course must go to open days at tertiary institutions, follow the media articles on courses, career patterns, and j o b opportunities. They need to research jobs in the careers library, and talk to former students, teachers, their parents and the careers counsellor on what possibilities lie ahead.

A n d finally, students in Year 11 and 12 have to deal with pressure. The pressure of trying to live up to your o w n high expectations, the pressure that school, home, family, friends and the media puts on you to prepare well and choose wisely for the future.

This article makes Senior school life seem very serious and demanding. It is not all like that, there is lots of time for fun, friends, laughter and the sheer delight of being young, and strong with your life ahead of you.

Judy McKenzie

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REPORT OF THE YEAR 11 DANCE COMMITTEE The year 11 dance committee was established at the end of 1985. A committee of fourteen girls, a representative crosssection of the year, was voted in by fellow students. The committee members were: Sarah Markey Claire Firth-Smith Kate Prideaux Astrid Wooton Debbie Stanning Leanne Cocke 11 Sarah Duell Michelle Hutchens George Blake J u d i t h Watkins Fiona McCasker Patricia Collins Rebecca Filipou Karen Dreher

SOCIAL AWARENESS COMMITTEE The year began with ideas b r i m m i n g and an utter enthusiasm which can only be associated with Year 7 — when you are too young to be lazy and apathetic, — however, as the year progressed and homework piles grew higher, saving the w o r l d seemed the mammoth task that all those who knew better had warned us about.

President Vice President Secretary Second Secretary Ticket Secretary Ticket Secretary Blind Date Organiser Blind Date Organizer Member Member Member Member Member Member Many venues were discussed. After much deliberation, the final choice was The Centre, Heidelberg Civic Centre, Ivanhoe. The dance was held on Friday 15th August, from 7.30 p.m. to midnight. It was a great success and was enjoyed by all.

We wish to thank Mrs. McKenzie for her guidance in the beginning, the student committee who worked closely together as a team and the Parents Association Dance Committee, especially Mrs Markey and Mrs Duell, whose support made the evening possible.

Sarah Markey President Kate Prideaux Secretary

Joint Chairpersons:Demetra Giannakopoulos Melissa Roffey

Year 11 Dance committee

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"Saving the w o r l d " became the overstatement w h i c h haunted our year but w h i c h also became an idealistic hope. In reality we had to settle for second best and that was simply i n f o r m i n g the world, well, the Senior M.L.C. section of the world, of some aspects of the world today, mainly racism and nuclear disarmament.

One of the most frightening and admittedly w o r t h w h i l e realisations associated with the f o r m a t i o n of the c o m m i t t e e was the uncompassionate and apathetic attitude of many people when c o n f r o n t e d with many issues of today. Both members and non-members alike f o u n d it easy to fall into the trap of not giving a damn about what is happening to our fellow human beings. We f o u n d that the "if-it-doesn't-affect-me-l-don't-care" attitude was prevalent in the school-yard. This attitude was daunting and the committee did want to earn the respect and sincerity of the student body so that maybe some of what we presented would, in some small way, change the o v e r w h e l m i n g apathetic attitude.

Our sympathy and courage goes to those who fight injustice and for peace, and our envy lies in those who have suceeded in bringing some positive change in this world.

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T E R M II • June 20

BOARDING HOUSE 1986 TERM I • February 3

• February 8

• March 15

• March 25

• April 18

After two glorious months of no homework, no school and no restrictions, the 104 boarders of 1986 were back in residence.

Our annual trip to Dromana - a day in the sun and sea. We returned that evening hot, tired... and terribly sunburnt!

After much organisation and hard work, our "Boarders' Fete" grossed over $3,000, half of w h i c h was donated to the new M.L.C. Sports Complex. Our share of the other half was spent mainly on microwave o v e n s f o r t h e t h r e e c o m m o n rooms.

Our last dinner together before the Easter break. The Easter Bonnet Parade was just ace!

Mrs. Jenny Williamson, Mr. John Lindros and Mr. Ian Higgins j u d g e d and awarded prizes to the girls with the best, the most original and most colourful bonnets.

Annual Sports Day — held this year at the O l y m p i c Park. T h e b o a r d e r s , clad in resplendent red (yeah, Tiddeman!), dazzled the school and other spectators with war cries, songs and i m p r o m p t u dances in the pouring rain.

Also, for the first time ever, the Year 12 boarders were given more responsibility, and the opportunity to help the mistresses run the Boarding House.

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Once again, Boarders' Birthday Night was celebrated in 'pomp and splendour'. During the concert in the Assembly Hall, all our undoubtable talents were put to show as we sang, c l o w n e d and acted our way t h r o u g h two hours of B-Grade entertainment. Together with our guests (day girls and teachers), we then adjourned to the Boarders' Dining Room for supper. The evening culminated with a grand tour of the Boarding House.

At the end of Term II, probationary prefects were elected from the Y e a r I I's to help ease the w o r k l o a d and responsibilities of the Year 12 prefects in Term III. Sister Martinich left us as a mistress, after five years of service, in search of greener pastures. It was also our gap student, Miss Rebecca Lock's, last term with us.

A n d somewhere along the way, we were declared a fire hazard!

There were fears that the Boarding House may be closed. We were later assured by Mr. Loader that we were "....much loved...." and that the School Council w o u l d try their best to prevent the extinction of our "beloved" second home.

T E R M III We now have a new gap student with us: Miss Elizabeth Bright, and as her name suggests, she is extremely bright and cheerful.

• What will the rest of the year hold for us? We live in expectation

NOTE: At time of publication, all 104 boarders were still sane and functioning.

Sandra Lim

WOULD YOU SURVIVE IN MLC BOARDING HOUSE???

A mentally stimulating questionnaire by Karen Yeung, Year 11 Always envied those " l u c k y " boarders w h o never have to battle with our highly efficient public transport system in order to get home? Well, there's more to life in the Boarding House than meets the eye. To find out whether or not y o u c o u l d withstand life as an M.L.C. boarder, try this quiz and see how you fare

1) The t h o u g h t of living at M.L.C. 24 hours a day, 7 days a week makes you a) gasp in horror! b) grit your teeth, but give it a try? c) sigh in longing?

2) Spending long periods of time w i t h o u t w a t c h i n g favourite television p r o g r a m m e w o u l d a) not bother y o u in the slightest? b) make y o u feel a little disappointed? c) cause y o u to suffer sever withdrawal s y m p t o m s ?

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3) When you hear bells, y o u feel like a) screaming? b) j u m p i n g for j o y ? c) getting slightly irate?

4) Now consider y o u r personal body weight. W o u l d you like to a) gain 5 - 1 0 kilos? b) lose 5 - 10 kilos? c) maintain y o u r current weight?

5) Life without the male sex w o u l d be a) heaven? b) bearable? c) a fate worse than death?

6) At home, when y o u have a shower y o u prefer to a) take a short, l u k e - w a r m shower? b) luxuriate under the hot steamy water for long periods? c) hop under a l i g h t s p r i n k l i n g of cold water because your sister has used all the hot water?

7) When a friend rings y o u up on the telephone, you a) make yourself comfortable, snuggle into your favourite lounge chair and talk for hours. b) talk for five minutes then hang up because you couldn't be bothered talking any longer. c) cringe in pain because you hate using the telephone.

Besides, your friends seldom ring.

8) If you feel like visiting a friend, or going shopping, or even just h o p p i n g outside for a jog, y o u a) ask either y o u r mother or father for permission before writing d o w n y o u r time of departure and expected time of return (which you adhere to strictly). b) go out whenever y o u get the urge w i t h o u t bothering to ask anyone. It's none of their business anyway. c) tell y o u r mum where you're going, w i t h o u t waiting for her response and simply leave.

9) On weekdays, do y o u r parents a) send y o u to y o u r room to do your h o m e w o r k and check up on you periodically, ensuring that y o u don't receive any distracting telephone calls b) ask you whether y o u have any h o m e w o r k but leave it up to y o u to decide w h e n you'll c o m p l e t e it? c) couldn't care less if you had h o m e w o r k ?

10)lf either of y o u r parents (or anyone else for that matter) tells y o u off or punishes y o u for s o m e t h i n g y o u haven't done even t h o u g h y o u believe y o u haven't done a n y t h i n g w r o n g you a) get extremely angry and abuse them in rather un-ladylike language b) stand there d o i n g y o u r best not to explode before t u r n i n g around and silently abusing them under y o u r breath c) quite happily accept their reprimands and punishments, after all they're more intelligent than y o u are

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75-100 Well what do you know? You've got the potential to be an amazingly contented boarder. You just adore every aspect of MLC and just love the restrictions that boarding life has to offer.

Beware that once you leave the boarding house y o u won't be able to cope with all the freedom.

50-75 Boarding life w o u l d be bearable - just. Together, y o u and the boarding house have an o n - g o i n g love-hate relationship. It loves you, but you hate the boarding house. No, seriously folks, you'd probably find boarding life a real challenge and test of endurance, not to .mention tolerance, however with a little brainwashing, you'd probably end up loving it. (I'm a prime example).

0-50 You're a lost cause. Wild horses wouldn't drag y o u into what you w o u l d probably regard as a high security prison. Living under the same roof as 107 other females makes y o u want to throw-up, but life in a co-ed. boarding house might be another story...

BOARDING HOUSE INMATES YEAR 9 Lee Alexander, Vivienne Barker, Melinda Burns, Kirsten Doig, Tania Frostick, Rebecca Gorman, Angelina Lee, Som Ling Leung,,Kylie Marriott, Vivien Ong, Emily Power, Nancy Soon.

YEAR 8 Lara G i d d i n g s , Whitehead.

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YEAR 6 & 7 Kate Adamson, Jenny Devlin, Irene Kearney, Brenda Lee, Rowena Liddy, Melissa Yong.

YEAR 10 Fiona Adamson, Fiona Allen, Rachel Arthur, Fiona Bradford, Lisa Day, Melissa Frohnert, Karen Hulls, Michelle Johnston, Mary Lou Loughnan, Thais McClelland, Vanessa Poliness, Allison Poulter, Sarah Ross-Edwards, Jane Shelton, Nicole Simpson, Fleur Smith, Rosalie Smith, Louise Taylor, Kathryn Watson.

YEAR 11 Gillian Arnold, Melissa Ashcroft, Megan Brown, Denise Chen, Mation Gaussen, Jacqueline George, Helen Gibney, Sally Greenall, Catriona Johns, Anita Liddy, Lillian Lim, Siew May Loo, Catriona Lowe, Lucy Matthiesson, Caroline M c C o m b e , Meaghan McMahon, Bridget Murray, Raelene Pinney, Melissa Poliness (P), Nicole Quick, Linda Roe, Elizabeth Rourke, Kimberley Sharman, Cathy Smith, Tracey Soon, Liesl Tozer, Andrea Walker, Sarah Warne, Susan Williams, Katriona Wylie, Karen Yeung.

YEAR 12 Kirsty Allen, Jit Li Au, Ann Bayley, Wendy Brown, Victoria Buckley (P), Frances Dalziel, Fiona Dunstan, Georgia Fawcett, Lynn Firth, Sonya Giddings (P), B r o n w y n Hay, Kaye Hollis, Nicole Larmour, Elsie Lim, Sandra Lim, A n n e Loughnan, Andrea McClelland, Odette McDonald, Jillian M u r p h y (P), Kit Fong Ng, Enn Ong, Lyndelle Rayment (P), Penny Reeves, Cheryl Ricardo, Michelle Ridd, Caroline Speechley, Jeanette Swann, Kim Lian Tan, Caroline Tehan (P), Donna Trewin, Hanna Weaver.

(P) = Prefect.

ARCHIVES: UNKNOWN PORTRAITS. During the many assemblies reaching back into the past, many a head has turned to the right to study those faces, long since gone, staring d o w n from the east wall of the Assembly Hall. The portraits, fittingly placed above the H o n o u r Boards, are a reminder of the distinguished academic past of M.L.C. that was moulded in the hands of these dedicated men. These men believed that 'young ladies' had a right to be educated just as well as anyone else, even better within the ethics of the Methodist religion. Today that belief applies as much as it did one hundred and four years ago when Dr. Fitchett f o u n d e d our school in 1882, but today almost all religions are represented within the school c o m m u n i t y and regarded as equal in importance.

T w o quite mysterious faces have always interested me, those of the Reverend Grove, and Mr. Krome. Delving into the Archives section of the library, facts surfaced from the noticeably green covers.

John W. Grove was born in 1868 and in 1883 entered Wesley College. From Wesley he entered Melbourne University, where he graduated Master of Arts and Bachelor of Law. Later he secured the Diploma of Education, and entered the Methodist ministry in 1891.

In 1920 Mr. Grove was appointed the minister of Wesley Church, Perth, where he remained for nine years. In Perth he wielded an extraordinary influence. He was one of the pioneers of Wesley College there, which has become one of the leading boys' schools in Western Australia.

A p p o i n t e d to succeed Dr. Fitchett as Principal of the College in 1929, Mr. Grove began a term of ten years marked by skilful administration. He was a highly gifted teacher, and his friendly approach to all pupils at M.L.C. is well remembered by many an " O l d Collegian".

During Mr. Grove's term as principal, the Elsternwick Branch of the school (Cato College) was formed, and the reconstruction of the Hawthorn buildings was planned and commenced.

Mr. Grove's name is c o m m e m o r a t e d in "Grove Avenue", the road w h i c h runs through the M.L.C. property, and w h i c h was formerly Aileen Street before it was transferred by the City of Kew to the ownership of M.L.C. As Mr. Grove took a leading part in these negotiations, it is appropriate that his name was given to the avenue. His portrait was by Buckmaster.

Mr. Otto Krome was born in 1863 in Hanover, Germany, the son of a clergyman.

In 1885 he gained his B.A. degree at the University of Cape of Good Hope, South Africa.

Five years later Mr. Krome came to Australia to take up an appointment on the staff of St. Andrew's College, Bendigo. In 1894 he founded a private co-educational boarding school in the Teachers' Training College (then not in use), in the University grounds. This school later became known as the University High School.

In 1906 he was appointed Headmaster of M.L.C., a position he retained until his death in December, 1917.

Mr. Krome was an imposing figure. He had a very deep voice, but a jolly laugh. As an educator he played a very important part in the development of M.L.C. As a disciplinarian he started a tradition. He was affectionately called "Otto"by the girls, and to many he was regarded as a sincere friend and confidential advisor.

He commanded the respect of all. His popular "Headmaster's Lesson"on general knowledge twice a week was attended by over one hundred girls from various forms in the old Assembly Hall (now the Boarders Sitting-room).

He also taught German, French and English. His regular weekly visit to the Junior School was a delight to the girls. To foster leadership and team spirit, he arranged for the election of Form Captains in 1914. On 3rd November, 1915, the first Annual Sports were held, and the first green blazers for members of the various teams were worn.

In his memory an oil painting of Mr. Krome was presented to the School in 1981 by the Old Collegians' Club and in 1923 the Krome Memorial Gates (presented by the Prefects of 1920 and 1923) were formally opened. written by Sonia McCully photographs

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Tttu&ic METHODIST LADIES' COLLEGE BAROQUE NIGHT, 1986 A small tradition has evolved in the M.L.C. music c o m m u n i t y , involving an evening of period music in the school's chapel. The 1986 musical period was music of the baroque period, and the p r o g r a m m e took place on Tuesday, May 7th. It involved the Senior Madrigal G r o u p s of w h i c h I am a s o p r a n o member, splitting into groups of t w o to six and c h o o s i n g and performing a piece of the period. Instrumentalists included Madrigal members, girls nominated by their teachers, and independent efforts.

Singing groups were f o r m e d roughly three weeks after the c o m m e n c e m e n t of school, and practising began in earnest a few weeks later. The Madrigal girls especially had quite a hard time because they had to practise their pieces for the Middle and Senior Schools' C h u r c h Service, and a service, in w h i c h they served as the choir, for Dr. Wood's (a former M.L.C. headmaster) ninetieth birthday, in addition to getting their chosen pieces up to an appropriate level of readiness. The problem was, Baroque Night was t w o days after Dr. Wood's service, an event that had never previously occurred. It was a challenge indeed!

Head of the Music School, Mrs. J. E l t o n - B r o w n , helped the girls as much as she could, giving performers that needed it some nice coaching and p o i n t i n g out faults in notation, expression and balance; generally improving our capabilities and, to a lesser degree, our confidence. Our singing g r o u p practised in our free lunchtimes, w h i c h were only Mondays and Thursdays (thus taking up the entire week with music rehearsals: Tuesdays and Fridays are Madrigal rehearsal days and Wednesdays are choir rehearsals), before school and even after school on occasions.

Finally Tuesday arrived and we had our last practice, and came to the Chapel in casual clothes by 7.00 o'clock. We were told to respond to applause by giving a little bow, and to go on with no p r o m p t i n g from staff. The evening was to appear as if totally organized and presented by the performers themselves.The time came and we took our seats.

I, as is usual with me, had a pain in my shoulders and back and "butterflies" in my stomach from tension and nervousness, and I felt that our piece was not up to a desirable performing standard. We were in the third set of items. I was glad it w o u l d be over with soon. The time came and we performed, Mrs. EltonBrown whispering, "Smile!" as she seated herself at the harpsichord. I must admit, it all went quite well, and the sopranos hit their high note!

Resolving to enjoy the remainder of the night, I relaxed and listened to some lovely chamber music. The only thing that detracted a little from the performance was the modern dress of the girls. I was quite intrigued by many performers, who, after singing a few items previously, took up a viola or violin and played, joined a recorder group, or a c c o m p a n i e d a g r o u p on the harpsichord. They were so skilled and adaptable!

Baroque Night for 1986 ended at approximately 9.20p.m. It was a nice, relaxing evening, especially for the audience, as they were exposed to pieces such as Under the Greenwood Tree, Sheep May Safely Graze and t w o songs f r o m Bach's Christmas Oratorio, o u r c o n t r i b u t i o n . C e r t a i n l y , s o m e s t r i n g e d instruments squeaked, as did some voices, but on the whole, the audience enjoyed it, as did I. Nina Pereira

SENIOR MADRIGAL GROUP REPORT The senior Madrigal G r o u p had a very busy start to the year, with Dr. Wood's birthday service and the Baroque Night within t w o days of each other. We sang an introit and some anthems for the service on 4th May, 1986 in the school chapel.

The Baroque Night Concert, also held in the Chapel on the 6th May, 1986 provided us with the o p p o r t u n i t y to perform as small groups, w h i c h can be m u c h more challenging, but also very rewarding. Most of the rehearsing for this occasion was done w i t h o u t Mrs. Elton Brown, but she was always ready to help us if we needed it.

These t w o occasions left us very little time to prepare for our big performance at the Gala Concert, held at Dallas Brooks Hall on 26th June. The g r o u p managed remarkably well in their performance of three items in front of 2,200 parents and friends.

We are currently preparing for our last performance of the year — Senior Speech Night, where we will sing t w o items. We w o u l d all like to thank our director, Mrs. Elton Brown, for all the help and inspiration she has given us.

Natasha S h u g g and Rosie M o n t a g u e (Senior Madrigal Leaders)

SCHOOL ORCHESTRA AND M.L.C. STRINGS The year 1986, has seen both skill and enthusiasm displayed by members of the senior orchestra, w h o have rehearsed and performed under the baton of our conductor, Mr. Henk Van Ernst. It has been an e n j o y a b l e a n d fulfilling year, for both those who were new to orchestra this year, and for those w h o s e last performance with the school, is Senior Speech Night 1986.

The Gala Concert proved to be a successful evening, as the orchestra performed the w o r k s of Bela Bartok and H u g o Afuen, while members of our Chamber Orchestra p e r f o r m e d Rossini's challenging overture, Zur Oper, "Tankred". The performance that evening, at Dallas Brooks Hall, represented many weeks of long and tiring rehearsals, yet the night was rewarding to all those concerned.

The school's string tutor, Miss A n g i e Robertson, has c o n d u c t e d the M.L.C. Strings t h r o u g h o u t the year, with our major performance at the College's Gala Concert of Corelli's C o n c e r t o IX. Earlier in the year, however, the school's string section was led by Miss Robertson when we a c c o m p a n i e d p e r f o r m i n g artists on Channel 7's annual " G o o d Friday Appeal", over Easter. This proved to be an exciting event as shall be performances at "Carols by Candlelight" held at the Myer Music Bowl on Christmas Eve, when M.L.C. strings shall form the string section of the Channel 9 Orchestra, for the f o u r t h successive year!

Rubina Alpitsis

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SENIOR MUSIC REPORT 1986 How does one begin to condense all the hustle and bustle, traumas and jubilations of the M.L.C. music school into a report?

The musical calendar begins before the actual return to school, with budding virtuosos practising hard for their first music lesson, the first performance was the Annual C h u r c h Service for Middle and Senior School held on the 13th April. As well as the musical reflections from the Year 12 Clarinet Quartet and Senior Madrigal group, the Concert Choir sang "Sanctus Benedictus" from Benjamin Britten's "Missa Brevis in D". The refreshing combination of Latin set in a twentieth century context was t h o r o u g h l y enjoyed by all.

Barely through the middle of 1st term, the M.L.C. "Mussas" were already suffering from neurosis, with the Baroque Night, Gala Concert and Chorals to contend with. Held on May 6 in the intimate atmosphere of the Chapel, the Baroque night gave the girls from Grade 6 to Year 12 a fun night and an o p p o r t u n i t y to perform together, which w o u l d have otherwise only taken place at the Gala Concert. Instruments ranged from recorders to a "Baroque Saxophone" (!) with trio sonatas, vocal ensembles, strings, clarinet ensembles and the harpsichord. The newly conceived idea of the Baroque night will hopefully develop into a t r a d i t i o n — y o u never know, next year we may have a classical night, and the year after that a Romantic Night...(?!)

Immediately after the C h u r c h service, the choir pounced enthusiastically back into rehearsals for a somewhat larger task — the Gala Concert. It was to be a spectacular one, with Mrs. Elton Brown's imagination and versatility c o m b i n i n g at full bore to prepare a program of extreme diversity, satisfying all musical tastes. "Quonian to solus sanctus" and "Sanctus" from Vivaldi's "Gloria" began the concert choir program, the choir being supported by strings, harpsichord, trumpet and oboe, creating an authentic Baroquian atmosphere. The romantics at heart feasted upon Mendelsohn's "Behold, G o d the Lord Passed By!" from his "Elijah", and, for the mod-bods of the 1980s, George Dreyfus's "Sentimental Bloke," derived from the M.T.C. theatrical production provided a lively contrast, with Mr. Brown on the synthesiser. From the theatrical razzamataz of the younger choirs, the sobre madrigal groups and the large Gala Concert, 1986. Mrs. Elton-Brown conducts the Choir.

orchestras, this year's Gala Concert was again a night of great entertainment. It was truly "A Bonza Night".

A l t h o u g h the biggest musical event was over, the same enthusiasm, professionalism and energy continued t h r o u g h o u t the year and other musical events. Next on the agenda was the h u m u n g o u s Senior Music Recital. H u m u n g u o u s indeed! Fortyfour items encompassed music of the Renaissance, Baroque, classical, romantic and twentieth century eras, as well as covering countries such as Spain, Russia, U.S.A., England and Australia. A light supper was served during the interval, giving the aspiring musicians a chance to show their waitressing skills.

There was a double challenge to the chorals this year. Firstly, we had to lure, plead, beg "enthusiastic" house members to turn up to choral practices instead of the excitingly new School Play!

Then we had to deal with different diseases w h i c h paralysed people's vocal chords and "seeing that I can't sing, do I have to turn up to the practice"?...The brave, happy faces of the music captains eventually proved contagious, and on the day we all had a ball! The chorals always have been fun, but this year we particularly had a festive atmosphere. Maybe itwas because the Assembly Hall was plastered with house banners and that the occasion was being video-taped? All the captains s h o u l d be congratulated on their fine effort. The adjudicator, Dr. Peter Clinch from Melbourne C.A.E. awarded first place to Cato House in both choral and instrumental ensembles as well as for the Aggregate Shield. Nevile obtained first place in massed singing, and Fitchett in the variety. The Proficiency C u p was jointly awarded to Berry and Nevile.

Speech Night is our last p e r f o r m a n c e and the Year 12's are already suffering from bouts of nostalgia. The choir is s i n g i n g excerpts from Handle's "Messiah" and Benjamin Britten's "A Ceremony of Chorals" and it will surely be a grand finale.

On a final note, I w o u l d like to thank all the music teachers for their support and encouragement t h r o u g h o u t the years, Mr. Brown for being a wonderful rehearsal pianist, and last, but by no means the least, Mrs. Elton Brown, w h o is an inspiration to us all, who guides us not only as a music teacher, but a f r i e n d (and mother duck!) and who we shall all surely miss. Thank you, for always being there.

Jacky Ogeil

CONCERT CHOIR 1st Sopranos: Christina Barber, Louise Beach, Monique Cole, Frances Dalziel, Kylie Davis, Samantha Downes, Jane Froster, Nicky Inglis, Sharon Inkster, Rosemary Jameson, Elsie Lim, B r o n w y n McLean, Samantha Mikkelson, Janet Morton, Cathy Murray, Kerryn O'Brien, Kathryn Paterson, Mandy Sims, Monika Velins, Judith Watkins, Fleur Watters, A m a n d a Wigg, Sue Fahkrai, Kate Axup, Kate Broughton, Felicity Charrett, Meaghan Davis, Catherine Dogshun, Catherine Froster, Rose Gillan, Emma Harvey, Alyson Locket, Tse Yuen Lui, Jennifer McKinnon, Michelle Hanslow, Jacqui Maher, Linda Penington, Catherine Schapper, Rachael Scott, Catherine Sealey, Robyn Seymour, Jane Shelton, Kristina Shugg, Nicole Simpson, Georgia Stone, Melinda Walker, Rachel Moloney, Julie Lokan, Megan Fraser.

2nd Sopranos: Tania Ash, Anna Blundell, Wendy Brown, Caron Chapman, Stephanie Chin, Rachael Cogan, Rebecca Gorrell, Katherine Henshall, Tania Lang, A n n e Loughnan, Fiona Mclntyre, B r o n w y n Parker, Marianne Rowland, Natalie Siem, Lyndene Wan, Karen Wilkie, Natalie Will, Kerry Harrison, Melissa Killer, Jean Bain, Justine Bennett, Julia Bini, Kerryn Burrows, Alina Chave, Belinda Chin, Jennifer Cummins, Carrie Deutsch, Deirdre Dowling, Rebecca Doyle, Catherine Gittins, Athena Greenall, Carolyn Jones, Som Ling Leung, Kerstin McKay, Chantal Meehan, Vivien Ong, Hoa Pham, Kimberley Sleeman, Katrina Simon, Sonia Turecek, Melissa Tweddle, Ashleigh Walker, Kathy Wilkie, Susan Wood, Helen Woodside, Catherine Wright.

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1st Altos: Vanessa Ash, Karen Budd, Pauline Chiu, Sarah Clark, Mary Clayton, Jennifer Deutsch, Deborah Dowling, A m a n d a Fisher, Kit Fong Ng, Kellie Hall, Vijaya Joshi, Nadine Ketchell, Kate Morris, Claire Mullins, Meredith Provan, Natasha Shugg, Elizabeth Triggs, Anita Wood, Astrid Wootton, Kirsten Badcock, Lisa Bennett, Sibilah Breen, J u l i a C o l d r e y , Julie Field, Jane Gleeson, Katherine Goodridge, lona G o o d w i n , Rebecca Gravestock, Karen Hall, Catherine Lacey, Emily Morieson, Jane Morton, Janine Newman, Kirrily Pfitzner, Susannah Tymms, Ellen Warne, B r o n w y n Welch, Danielle Whitmore, Jane Wiggill, A n n e Wigglesworth, Ruth Wiltshire, Robyn Ambrose.

2nd Altos: Rubina Alpitsis, B r o n w y n Burton, Elizabeth Davies, Louise Dunn, Elizabeth Freshwater, Lizzi Glasson, Julie Greenall, Joanne Lo, Elizabeth Lor, Robyne Manallack, Rosemary Montague, liana Mushin, Jacqueline Ogeil, Melissa Poliness, Lyndelle Rayment, Sonali Reid, Melissa Roffey, Helen Schlieger, Fiona Spurrell, Caroline Tehan, Kim Traill, Mardi Trompf, Christine Tursky, Andrea Walker, Athalie Williams, Jennifer Wintle, Gaylene Wright, Lucy Matthieson, Kate Woodward, Fiona Barnett, Genevieve Blanchett, Rosemary Chang, Evenlyn Cheung, Tabitha Clutterbuck, Gillian Coutts, Vanessa Crew, Rebecca Edwards, Karen Hulls, Angeline Lee, Mary Lou Loughnan, Catherine McMahon, Anita Parakh, Rebecca Patterson, Helen Pearce, Anna Ridgway, Rebecca Ruddock, Patricia Ryall, Jacyl Shaw, Fleur Smith, Rosalie Smith, Katherine Tozer, Emma Clayton.

CONCERT ORCHESTRA: Conductor: String Tutor:

Henk Van Ernst Angie Robertson

C O N C E R T ORCHESTRA: 1st Violins: Sonya Tisay 12K, Rubina Alpitsis 12D, Janine Friar 12S, Jocelyn Allen 12E, Debbie Dowling 11L, Melissa Poliness 11N, Pauline C h u n g 11 E.Cathy Murray 11F, Emma Harvey 10D, Sharon Koch 10N, Sarah Bloustein 10D, Jenny M a c K i n n o n 10H, Jane Selwood 10J, A m a n d a Fisher 12B, Sarah C o u g h l a n 10D. 2nd Violins: Deidre D o w l i n g 9N, Kathy Wilkie 9H, Linda Penington 10B, Nicole A n d r e w 10A, Fleur Worboys 11C, Julie Rankin 9G, Kirsty Badcock 9B, Kate Gibson 9A, Som Ling Leung 9K, Melisa Batty 9B, Rebecca Millikan 8E, Srah Kate Doyle 7E, Melissa Rankin 7D, Elizabeth Stannard 7D. Violas: Bronwyn McLean 12R, Jane Froster 11G, Janine Swan 10F, Robyn S e y m o u r 9 C , Cathy Schapper9H, A n n a Stewart 8C. Cellos: Suzanne Findlay 12S, Rebecca Ruddock 10N, Stephanie Ryan 11D, Suzanne Knox 10D, Sibilah Breen 10B, Susannah Leach 10C, Julie Lokan 10G, Sarah Jolly 11E, Rachael Arthur 10E, Kate Bergen 7E, Mariam Wheda 7D, Karen Hall 9B. Double Bass: B r o n w y n Welch 10D, Louise King 7A. Percussion: Anita Chippendall 12R, Katrina Knell 11R.

Flutes: A n n a Blundell 12D, J u d i t h Watkins 11G, Kerry Harrison 12H, Kate W o o d w a r d 12J, Rebecca Gorrell 11D, Melissa Killer 12G, Jane Levin 8D, Rosemary Jameson 11R, Kate Nicholls 11Q, Alice Mayor 11P, Jane M o r t o n 9C, Julia Coldrey 9H. Oboes: Kathryn Paterson 12J, Mardi T r o m p f 12D, Alexis Shub I I E , Rachael Scott 9E. Clarinets: Natasha Shugg 12W, Kim Traill 12M, Louise Dunn 12H, Lucy Uren 12F, Linda Mileshkin 10J, Evelyn H a l l s 9 M , Sally Mapp 8D, Jane Wilhelm 8F, A m a n d a Drury 8D, Naomi Withers

IIF. Bass Clarinet: Claire Ferres 11F. Bassoons: Lizzi Glasson 12T, Kristina Shugg 9N, Rosemary Chang 9D. Saxophones: Kylie Doyle 10F, Elizabeth Douglas 9F, Fiona Spurred 11N, Natalie Will 12P. French Horns: Katharine G o o d r i d g e 9M, Anne Wigglesworth 9E, Katrina Blundell 8J. Trumpets: Joanne Halls 8J, Catherine Sealey 9D. Sonia Tissay and Rubina Alpitsis are J O I N T LEADERS.

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MLC Strings: (Left to Right).

Front: Janine Friar, Amanda Fisher, Rebecca Ruddock, Susanne Findlay, Melissa Poliness, Rubina Alpitsis*, Sonya Tisay*, Browyn McLean, jane Froster, Deidre Dowling, Elizabeth Stannard, Rebecca Millikan, Sibilah Breen.

Music Leaders: (Left to Right) Mrs. Elton-Brown, Jacqueline Ogeil (Pianist), Sonya Tisay (Orchestra Leader), Miss Robertson, Elizabeth Lor (School

Middle: Marian Wheda, Cathy Murray, Kate Bergen, Sarah-Kate Doyle, Rebecca Dowling, Katherine Wilkie, Emma Harvey, Jenny McKinnon, A n n a Stewart, Robyn Seymour, Janine Swan, Cathy Schapper, B r o n w y n Welch, Ms. Angie Robertson.

Back: Rachel Arthur, Kirsty Badcock, Sharon Koch, Karen Hall, Jocelyn Allen, Sarah Coughlan. *Co-leaders.

Pianist), Rubina Alpitsis (Orchestra Leader), Natasha Shugg (Leader of Madrigals), Rosemary Montague (Leader of Madrigals), Mr. Van Ernst.

Senior Madrigal Group: (Left to Right).

Front: Jane Froster, Kylie Davis, B r o n w y n Parker, A m a n d a Wigg, Katherine Henshall, N a t a s h a S h u g g (Leader), Mrs. EltonBrown (Director), Rosemary Montague (Asst. Leader), Helen Schleiger, Catherine Wright, liana Mushin, Elizabeth Lor.

Back: Rosemary Jameson, Janet Morton, Fleur Watters, Rose Gillan, Linda Penington, J a n e S h e l t o n , MelissaTweddle, J u d i t h Watkins, Deborah Dowling, Astrid Wootton, Marianne Rowland, Julie Greenall, Kellie Hall, B r o n w y n Welch, Sibilah Breen, Anita Parakh.

Kate Anderson gives a charming rendition (Nul arbor Reunion) (Photo: J. MacNatly)

Sarah Jolly auditions for "The Reunion) (Photo: J. MacNally)

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CENTRAL AUSTRALIA TRIP - An A s t r o n o m i c a l Night! (star gazing....) -

Three a.m. - last night of camp. We stripped q u i c k l y d o w n to Tshirts and shorts and leapt into our sleeping bags before the cold night air bit into our skin and n u m b e d our noses, fingertips and toes. We lay there, under the star-speckled sky, tired but unwilling to fall asleep, idly chatting. This last night was a bit unadventurous, lacking in the vitality and outrageousness of the times we had previously created over the past nine nights. " W h o hasn't seen Halley's C o m e t ? " a n n o u n c e d the loud efficient voice of the teacher in charge. "If y o u are interested, there is a kind man over there," she c o n t i n u e d c o m m a n d i n g l y , pointing across the adjacent vacant campsite to a man e q u i p p e d with telescope, camera and binoculars, "He has kindly offered his binoculars for any girls interested in seeing it.

I suggest you do so, as y o u won't be able to see it for another 76 years, girls."

We scrambled out of sleeping bags, attempting to look alert, t r y i n g to ignore the c o l d air, and the wet, dewy grass that lay under-foot as we crossed the campsite to join the queue for the binoculars.

A f r i e n d l y - l o o k i n g , talkative man was seated by a telescopic camera, c l i c k i n g the shutter every couple of minutes, taking p h o t o after photo of the comet, every so often slightly adjusting the direction of the telescope.

The three of us stood for a short time at the tail-end of the line, slowly a p p r o a c h i n g the binoculars. At last, Jacqui's turn. She looked for a short time, as Susie and I (the remaining two) j i g g l e d impatiently on the spot, cold and eager to see Halley's Comet. Satisfied, Jacqui handed over the binoculars and returned to the w a r m t h of her bed.

N o w only the amiable man, Susie and I were left to star gaze. I lifted the binoculars to my eyes, and stared in the direction of the man's pointed finger. There it was! It was small but was clearly defined; a head and tail could be seen! I gasped in excitement and awe. So this was T H E w o n d e r f u l , spectacular, soaring comet all the newspapers had been raving about.

Outward

Bounding

Outward

Bounding

I w o u l d have been a little let d o w n if the friendly amateur, yet knowledgeable astronomer hadn't given Susie and me an interesting in-depth account of the Comet's history and characteristics. As Susie looked t h r o u g h the binoculars, he went on to explain the moon and its cycle, and he told us about the t w i n k l i n g red-blue-yellow-orange star Betelgeuse.

As he talked he occasionally clicked the camera and explained his interest in Halley's C o m e t and his reason for taking the photos for closer, future study. Susie and I gazed at the sky, we searched from one side of Earth to the other for over one hour, and managed to depict the Southern Cross, the Pointers and the Milky Way. The minutes flew by, Susie and I did not even notice our icycold feet or the clean, chilly night air around us.

Then came the most exciting discovery o f t h e n i g h t - h e p o i n t e d out the formation of stars that made up the star sign Scorpio to us! We f o u n d it totally fascinating and very exciting; how, we wondered, had this magnificent star formation w h i c h clearly depicted the curling tail, head and pieces of a scorpion, t w i n k l e d in the dark of night for so many years w i t h o u t us ever recognizing it? A n d the astronomer continued, explaining how to find the sign Taurus, near Orion - another w o n d e r f u l discovery of this fascinating night. We viewed all these formations, plus red, shining Mars and many white lazy star clusters w h i c h appeared in the Milky Way before finally b e c o m i n g aware of the time, the cold and our fatigued bodies and minds.

Susie and I bade our admiring thankful goodnights, crept back to c a m p and slipped into our sleeping bags, exhilarated and exhausted, in the early hours of m o r n i n g - we lay on our backs, gazing skyward, and fell asleep beneath the beautiful c o m p l i c a t e d pattern of stars that had always shone there and always would.

Pip Crocker

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REPORT ON MLC TRIP TO TAHITI, MAY 14- 25, 1986.

We arrived at our hotel at about 7.00am on May 14, after some 8 hours' flying, punctuated by a 3 hour stop at A u c k l a n d .

The Te Puna Bel Air Hotel is a short bus ride from Faaa, Tahiti's airport. It is laid out in spacious grounds and a sea frontage, however, we were more interested in being able to relax in our rooms. No such luck! We had to wait two hours before they were ready, and at first there seemed to be one room too few available. I had to explain carefully that, as a married man I could not, in all propriety, share a room with the other supervising teacher, Kareene Deppeler, or with any of the fourteen girls!

After a rest, we got our bearings. Papeete, the capital, was about 7 kilometers down the road, a 15 minute ride in one of the local buses called 'trucks' (with a French accent). They are appropriately named, but are readily available and a reasonably cheap means of transport.

Apart from a tour of the island, w h i c h was included in the price of the trip, I had to organise all visits. I was greatly helped in this by contacts and information provided by G.E.T. managers Anne-Marie Mitchell and Kayo Dickinson. Other sources were local papers, printed guides and helpful hotel staff.

The tour of the island was rather rushed, but the c o m m e n t a r y of the English-speaking guide was informative and interesting. We stopped at Point Venus, where Captain Cook made his astronomical observations before he proceeded to the Great South Land. We also visited the Gauguin Museum.

During the ten days of our stay we also visited a pearl museum, the Museum of Tahiti, the High Commissioner's Residence and many other places, i n c l u d i n g the island of Moorea. A p p o i n t ments made by phone helped ensure that everywhere we went we were received cordially.

Prices in Tahiti are notoriously high, particularly a r o u n d the "tourist traps", however, it was possible to considerably minimise the cost of items not included in the G.E.T. package deal. By s h o p p i n g at the Papeete market, picnic and barbeque meals c o u l d be put together for less than $3.00 per head. If the locals eat out, they usually go to the wharf area w h i c h each evening is lined with dozens of vans selling take-away and sitd o w n meals at less than half restaurant prices. This variety, offered by these "roulettes", and the lively local atmosphere, provided us with t w o particularly pleasant evening meals: our

Watching dough being cut in preparation of "baguettes" BOULANGERIE FAUTAUA. (Photo: G. Sutherland)

at

the

p r o x i m i t y to 'classier' hotels meant that for the price of a drink, we c o u l d enjoy the impressive Tahitian floor shows they regularly provide.

I must confess I was rather surprised at the lack of sun, due to it being the end of the rain season. So, the girls w h o had their hearts set on returning h o m e bronzed, were positively devastated! Fortunately, the tropical sun did appear more frequently as our stay progressed, lifting the morale of all concerned.

The price of the trip included three French lessons. A teacher arrived for the first, but she had n o t h i n g prepared and asked me what she s h o u l d do: The resultant "off the cuff" q u e s t i o n - a n d answer session was all a waste of time. I ended up preparing subsequent lessons and c o n d u c t i n g half of each one.

Officially, tap water in Tahiti is safe to drink, however, at some stage almost everyone got a dose of the 'tourist trots'. Mine lingered well after my return to Melbourne! Mineral water is readily available. I r e c o m m e n d completely avoiding the tap water!

T h r o u g h o u t the trip, the girls c o n d u c t e d themselves well.

Generally, they were prudent, even rather reserved in association with the locals a l t h o u g h the language barrier was a factor, especially for those no longer s t u d y i n g French. The ones who did make a real effort to extend their experience b e y o n d the pool-side were more than adequately rewarded. Some did w h i n g e rather a lot and others were regularly unpunctual.

Nebertheless, I must say that from the start, their general behaviour was most c o m m e n d a b l e . The hotel owner herself c o m m e n t e d to me how t h o u g h t f u l and co-operative they were, especially in contrast to a New Zealand school g r o u p w h i c h was there at the same time.

Viewed as a whole, the trip was a w o n d e r f u l experience for the girls, particularly those still s t u d y i n g French. The atmosphere, especially in Papeete, is a c h a r m i n g blend of French and Polynesian culture. Everyone speaks French of sorts, ranging from the basic, almost p i d g i n dialect of working-class Tahitians, to the polished speech of the French officials. People are quick to return your 'Bonjour' and readily engage in conversation. The shops are filled with French products from pate to perfume. The radio broadcasts F.M. French and Tahitian; the daily papers are in French. We saw the film "Back to the Future" d u b b e d in French.

I wish to thank Kareene for her bright c o m p a n y and conversation w h i c h helped make the trip enjoyable and her support w h i c h lightened the burden of responsibility.

George Sutherland

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TRIPS CROSSING THE NULLARBOR (17 Day Western Australia C a m p i n g Excursion) I remember t h i n k i n g , as we set out on the third day of our Western Australia trek, how easy it was being "leader". All I had done so far was try to look very important and knowledgeable, and to confer wisely w i t h George the bus-driver about where and when we s h o u l d stop for lunch and toilet-calls. That was before the bus broke d o w n . Actually, it didn't just b r e a k d o w n ; it heaved a m o n u m e n t a l sigh and died, r i g h t t h e r e in the m i d d l e o f nowhere (or more precisely, on the dreaded Nullarbor). At that point, I r e a l i z e d that o u r t r i p was g o i n g to be rather different. Did those staff and students w h o d r o p p e d out of g o i n g know s o m e t h i n g that we didn't?

A h well, the joys of leadership!

I s h o u l d mention at this point t w o very important, if diversified, groups of people. The first were the girls on the tour: t h i r t y three mature, responsible, friendly and resourceful individuals w h o didn't let such a trifling inconvenience as a deceased bus interfere with their enjoyment! The sight of a gaggle of girls disco-ing up and d o w n the side of the Eyre H i g h w a y to the strains of music on a ghetto-blaster lifted all our spirits, and ensured that no-one w o u l d dwell on our bus-less c o n d i t i o n for long.

It was these same s u n n y - f a c e d people (led by Claire " G o n z o " Ferres and Julie Greenall, to name but two) w h o organized our Nullarbor Mini O l y m p i c s when we were (forcibly) e n c a m p e d at Yalata Shell Roadhouse for three nights. There were threelegged races (using tea-towels for leg-binders), egg and spoon races (utilizing left-over boiled baby-potatoes), straw and boulder t h r o w i n g events, to say n o t h i n g of the award ceremonies where w i n n i n g c o m p e t i t o r s received minties, and cheering spectators waved symbolic tea-towels (drying them at the same time - such economy!).

There was also an Open Air Night Concert, held before a blazing, s m o k i n g fire, while we waited hopefully for the arrival of the new bus. Everyone took part in the various skits, sketches and melodramas, i n c l u d i n g some local Yalata amateur performers! At times the girls kept their "leaders" cheered, w h o were rather p r e - o c c u p i e d with matters such as maintaining morale, reshuffling the itinerary, f i n d i n g a new bus, ' p h o n i n g o u r heroine, Barbara Brooke, etc.

This isn't to say that all thirty-three girls were paragons of virtue, with never a tear, a sulk or a frown, but in all my years of participating in school camps, I have never before mixed w i t h such a w o n d e r f u l group. I hope we made some e n d u r i n g

On the rocks...

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Albany,

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friendships; these girls certainly grew to look on each o t h e r a n d us as friends, and were startled at times to find that we had (shock! horror!) a sense of H U M O U R ! We also ate food, t o o k showers, slept at night (when we could), and generally acted like real people, w h i c h seemed far removed from our role as "teachers".

Speaking of which, this brings me to the other g r o u p on the tour: the staff. A genuine sense of camaraderie and f u n s h i p developed w h i c h I hope will remain long after our light tans and s u n b u r n t noses have w o r n off. There was Ms. C y n t h i a Page, a real d y n a m o of a person, w i t h endless enthusiasm and a high level of energy that wore me out. Mr. A n d r e w Calwell, being the only y o u n g man on the trip, c o p e d heroically with the girls' friendly teasing. He was certainly called on to act in the majority of the Night Concert sketches! Last, but definitely not least was Ms. Sheila McMahon, from o u r o w n M L C B o a r d i n g House, w h o s e mothering of the girls and cheerful g o o d h u m o u r were greatly appreciated by all of us.

Despite the delay at Yalata (whose A b o r i g i n a l meaning eludes me, but "place for stranded bus-travellers" m i g h t be appropriate), there were many memorable aspects of our trip w h i c h I recall vividly: the lovely, magical Yallingup Caves at Busselton, W.A., w h i c h were quite breath-taking; C a r o l y n Young's heroic climb up the Gloucester Tree (the world's tallest fire-lookout); the i n t r i g u i n g tour of the Hainault Mine, Kalgoorlie, w h i c h was most impressive, b r i n g i n g home to many of us the hardships endured by the pioneering miners; the daytrip to Rottnest Island, w h i c h was quite magnificent. We spent most of the day c y c l i n g a r o u n d the island, and my bike was so old that it had to be pushed uphill, a l t h o u g h it handled better on downslopes. We met some q u o k k a s ( N O T rats), w h i c h were extremely cute and camera-greedy, and a tourist-feature of the island; we visited the Whaling Station at Frenchman's Bay, Albany, w h i c h was a sobering experience - the ghosts of all those majestic whales w h i c h met such a g r u e s o m e end there were almost tangible; the breathtaking Bay of Isles at Esperance...the list goes on and on.

The students and staff still meet and talk, and there was the successful Nullarbor R e - u n i o n in T h i r d Term We all seem to share a strong feeling of friendship, and feel j o i n e d by the experiences (from the absurd to the ridiculous) w h i c h we survived o n this trip. It was definitely w o r t h the minor irritants of r o u g h i n g it, and I k n o w that the majority of us look f o r w a r d eagerly to next year's tours, whenever and wherever they may be. Beam me up, Scotty.

Jan M a c N a l l y Leader, N u l l a r b o r T o u r

1. Kate Prideaux & Carolyn Young read some serious literature.

2. Sue Gardiner, Liesl Tozer, Patricia Collins & Leanne Bodilly on the way to Rottnest Island, W.A. 3. Jane Power flexes those muscles.

4. Anna Ridgway, Kate McCredie, Jane Power, Leanne Bodilly, Andrew Calwell & Gail Fouracres at the Yalata Mini-Olympics.

5. Mel Ferguson, Nerida Russell, Sarah Jolly & Donna Poynter enjoy the view at Albany, W.A. 6. Cynthia Page, Andrew Calwell, Jan MacNally and Sheila McMahon relax at Crystal Brook, S.A.

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MR. BYLART: I can't count The aim is to kick your hands MRS. C H A M B E R L A I N : ...Because you don't listen to me!

MR. BRADSHAW: All potential energies are negative, negative than others.

MR. BRADSHAW: Bribery will get you everywhere.

You all know I hate Willesee and I watch it every night. It's my mother's fault.

MR. HODGES: If I had to study in this building (Centenary), I'd be asleep 15 minutes into the first lesson.

MISS J O H N S T O N E : Put your wrists on your arms!

Put your feet on your legs!

MISS OAKLEY: Put a stopper in it please! ...Because I don't have two hands.

I have a cast iron constitution.

MR. BRADSHAW: Not all men are irresistable, only some of us.

STUDENT: Would you mind stepping outside MR. BRADSHAW: What do you have in mind?

MRS. McKENZIE: Don't worry about

what a failure your life is.

MR. PRYKE: It would have been really funny if it wasn't so tragic. (re: art class reaction to Hans Christian Anderson's Thumbelina) MR. BRADSHAW: No comment! I deliberately make no comment! (when students come in late after meetings with Mrs. EltonBrown) MRS. FEIKEMA: I'm going to shoot Frau

Tarren.

DR. DEDMAN: Some of you make frightful arithmetic slips. Perhaps you'll take more care at the end of the year Perhaps you won't. (to his Year 12 Maths B class) MR. BRADSHAW: I won't insult you by wishing you good luck for the exams.

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abnormalities."

while?

MISS OAKLEY: You go back to sleep!

MRS. C H A M B E R L A I N : The answers are...I don't know. I don't know if there are answers, the law is crook.

MES. ELTON BROWN: You get vaguer and vaguer in the top storey.

Don't hold on too long (a note), something might happen!

MR. NOTSIS The synapses in your brain have no traction, therefore you need a retread! ...Transcending yourself to come back as a higher form, like a marshmallow or something. ...It was either that or throw a chair at them. The problem was they threw it back!

The further you move away from something, the more gone it is.

MR. FRY: As you have probably noticed, I haven't got much dress sense (when asked to c o m m e n t on the new school uniform) MRS. TILLEY: "If it's not in the oven by now, you can throw it in the bin — throw it in the bin!"

MISS M a c N A L L Y "When I'm standing out on the street I feel as though I'm soliciting for the purposes of prostitution!"

MRS. TAYLOR: "By and large " MR. ELLIS: "I'm so handsome!!"

MR. MARTIN: "Martin the Marvellous."

MR. (Barry) FRY: "Aaah....CHOOH!" MRS. C O L L I N G S : (concerning the library staff) "They'll have my guts for garters."

"Unless you're a very good accountant like me."

MISS COATES: "Don't get upset about your

for a

more

MR. BRADSHAW: I seem to be perpetually losing my stick.

Year 12 Prefects laugh at an invitation to a Year 10,11 and 12 Ivanhoe Grammar social.

Mrs. McKenzie replies: "Nothing wrong with nice young men...They're good for you!".

Frau Feikema: "Ich bin ein grosser Idiot!".

Elizabeth Lor (prefect and school pianist): On babies: "They're just a little red piece of meat!".

MRS. W O O T T O N : Do you want tomorrow afternoon off as well?

MR. BRADSHAW: Think of physics as a game.

STUDENT: Yeah! Russian roulette!

MR. BRADSHAW: You are not allowed

just some are

Mr. Wiltshire:

"Let me put this to you.

VISIT FROM OUR SISTER SCHOOL IN JAPAN

M.L.C.'S INTEGRATION PROGRAM FOR HEARING IMPAIRED STUDENTS

On June 14, 1986, a group of twenty-seven Japanese girls, accompanied by t w o teachers, arrived at M.L.C. for a short "home stay". By "short", I mean short. They arrived on Saturday afternoon straight from Japan, and left on Tuesday at 9.00 a.m.!!!

This visit is a regular event and our girls look f o r w a r d to hosting the students from Tsushima Girls' High School, a private Buddhist school, in Nagoya.

On Saturday, they arrived at M.L.C. and in a brief ceremony, our sister-school presented us with a beautiful Japanese doll in national dress. This was displayed in Staff Centre for some weeks and can now be seen in the reception area of Administration. In return, M.L.C. presented the Japanese students with a very realistic koala. It was really cute! It took an effort to part with it!!!

M.L.C. has successfully integrated hearing impaired students for a number of years although the numbers have been small.

Nine years ago a p r o f o u n d l y deaf student, using sign language as her main means of c o m m u n i c a t i o n , was enrolled in Grade 1 at M.L.C. She is the first signing student to receive all her education in a hearing school in Victoria, so M.L.C. has pioneered one aspect of education.

There are eleven hearing-impaired girls enrolled at MLC. These girls are integrated into regular classes rather than f o r m i n g a unit in the generally accepted sense of the word.

Sunday was a free day, and I believe Healesville Sanctuary was the place to go as several families met up there.

On Monday, the Japanese visitors and their host students went to Werribee Park. This was great fun! We had a guided tour of the Park and the mansion and there was a mini train ride available, too. On the way back we stopped at Wiliamstown Foreshore to feed the swans.

The diary of events for the teachers varied only slightly. On Sunday, Mr. Mori, Mr. M i w a a n d I were invited to the home of Ian and Satoko Thomas for lunch. Satoko also teaches Japanese at M.L.C. It was a very enjoyable afternoon. We discussed the possibility of a longer trip next year and this appears hopeful.

Despite the brevity of the stay, there were hugs and tears as the bus driver indicated that it was time to be off. It was one of those moments when you knew why you became a teacher in the first place.

Helen G. Lunn Japanese Co-ordinator

THE AIMS AND OBJECTIVES OF THE PROGRAM: 1. To provide equal access to education in a regular classroom setting.

2. To give hearing impaired girls the o p p o r t u n i t y to be part of the c o m m u n i t y .

3. Provide support services to allow hearing impaired students to benefit from the m a x i m u m amount of time in a regular class.

4. Provide individual programs and assistance with work being done in the classroom if necessary.

5. Help h e a r i n g i m p a i r e d s t u d e n t s to m a x i m i z e t h e i r c o m m u n i c a t i o n skills and potential for oral c o m m u n i c a t i o n .

6. Develop social and personal development of hearing impaired girls, fostering social interaction between deaf and hearing students.

SUPPORT SERVICE: M.L.C.'s integration p r o g r a m aims to give hearing impaired girls equal access to education. If a student is p r o f o u n d l y deaf this means providing support to give access to the language of the classroom. T w o note takers are employed by M.L.C. and an interpreter is f u n d e d by a C o m m o n w e a l t h School's grant. A note taker or sign language interpreter also makes it possible for a deaf student to have her ideas and opinions expressed in the classroom.

The Victorian Ministry of Education provides support for deaf students with visiting teacher service. The girls are visited twice or three times per week and this is a valuable part of the program.

The p r o g r a m for the hearing impaired girls is c o - o r d i n a t e d by a teacher of the deaf e m p l o y e d by the College.

TOTAL COMMUNICATION: A number of hearing impaired students at M.L.C. use sign language or total c o m m u n i c a t i o n as their main means of c o m m u n i c a t i o n . Many of the hearing impaired students have become proficient in sign language and are able to c o m m u n i c a t e freely with their deaf friends. Sign language classes are c o n d u c t e d at lunch time for staff and students and a g r o u p of Year 10 students has elected to learn sign language as an elective. Both groups are enthusiastic and progressing well.

DEAF INTEGRATION SUPPORT GROUP: This support g r o u p has been established to raise funds to support the integration p r o g r a m as the cost of s u p p o r t i n g deaf students in a regular classroom is considerable.

The program for deaf students is still evolving and it is not envisaged that numbers will increase significantly in the near future.

Helen Lunn (right) receives the gift of an ornamental doll from our Japanese visitors.

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Those involved in the p r o g r a m believe that a p r o g r a m is being developed w h i c h gives deaf girls using sign language or oral c o m m u n i c a t i o n the o p p o r t u n i t y to have equal access to education in a College w h i c h strives for excellence.

Mrs. Helen Badcock.

CHESS CLUB 1986 This year has been a big year for M.L.C. chess — we said farewell to our 1985 coach, Ms. Allison Wigglesworth, and welcomed Mr. Guy West, Australian Open C h a m p i o n , as her enthusiastic successor. He coached us to success, w i n n i n g the Victorian Junior Girls' Blitz Cup. Many girls have played this year and their effort and talent indicates that next year will be an even bigger success and even more fun!

Patricia Collins (Captain) Nadine Ketchell (Vice)

DUNGEONS AND DRAGONS REPORT The M.L.C. Dungeons and Dragons Club is thriving! Many junior secondary students have joined and find the game great fun. I dared return to a session on Tuesday and was instantly struck with the atmosphere created as the students wholeheartedly contributed.

I spoke to the Dungeons and Dragons (D. & D.) C l u b President, Christine Tursky, currently taking H.S.C. She said that they were encouraging the junior students to take the initiative and responsibility for their club. As an example, she said that two girls are currently leading the adventures and are taking separate modules — one on Tuesday, the other Thursday.

Further, another girl is writing her own adventure, w h i c h takes a lot of time and planning.

The Club was given a budget of $100 and has already put the money to good use. $75 has been spent on new dungeon modules and $12 was spent on sending Joanna Masel as a club representative to Arcanacon; a Victorian convention of D. & D. held at the Melbourne College of Advanced Education. She f o u n d that many players were more imaginative after playing D. & D. The current members are interested and enthusiastic. The game offers many benefits and skills such as cooperation, g r o u p interaction, analysis of a situation and planning.

CHESS CLUB: Left to right: Alison Barton, Michelle Poke, Siem, Helen Winduss, Amelia Chung, Bronwyn Andrew, Collins, Elizabeth Collins, Patricia Collins, Nadine Kitchell, West, Miss Oakley.

Monique Catherine Mr. Guy

Christine enjoys meeting the girls immensely and finds the sessions stimulating, a challenge and always interesting.

In light of the bad publicity D. & D. has received, I asked Christine for her response to the accusations, that playing D. & D. directly caused a person to murder his friend. She disapproved strongly of them and told me: "I think it's very misleading to link D. & D. directly to a murder case; you can see in the newspaper reports on the court case that the defence is w o r k i n g not from the viewpoint of the 'dangerous influences of D. & D.' but are stressing the man' isolated c h i l d h o o d and lack of social contact even in his twenties. H e w a s a l s o a m e m b e r o f t h e University Viking Society, in w h i c h they actually bashed at each other with real weapons — surely that w o u l d have had more of an effect on him than a mind game! Taken by itself D. & D. is perfectly safe; to be adversely affected by it y o u ' d have to be fairly unstable in the first place — in w h i c h case doing a n y t h i n g at all becomes dangerous. Instead of enjoying the game and allowing D. & D. to enrich their lives, these people use D. & D. to hide from reality and ignore the real world totally".

I agree with her that the benefits overwhelm those few w h o spoil the game and indeed many other things, for others. If y o u are interested in joining the club they meet Tuesdays and Thursdays, top floor of the Library.

Robyne Manallack

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s4iticCe& YOU KNOW YOU HAVEN'T READ YOUR ENGLISH NOVEL WHEN: 1. you glance at the summaries in "Penguin Passnotes".

2. you're busily employed (as you furiously scribble everything the teacher explains w o r d for word) and do not want to be disturbed with trivial meaningless questions.

3. y o u absolutely and definitely agree with your classmate's opinions w i t h o u t the slightest d o u b t or hesitation.

4. y o u r answers to the teacher's questions are monosyllabic.

5. you casually fail to recollect n o t - s o - i m p o r t a n t events whilst displaying y o u r truly p r o f o u n d k n o w l e d g e of the novel's intricacies to the class.

6. y o u write an essay where you shuffle your notes onto 9 mm lines, rule a 4 cm margin (only because the teacher prefers this) and sensibly decide to print big words on the next line.

7. y o u don't look at the teacher when she returns your test.

8. you press your finger over the circled single digit when in the presence of others.

9. y o u inform fellow students of how laboriously you will study next time.

10. you think of other people's reports.

Koula Vasiliadis

THE NATURE OF LONELINESS For one of my HSC C o m m u n i c a t i o n assignments this year I have been studying the causes of loneliness and its relationship to the way people communicate. This article is based on fourteen questionnaires filled out and five interviews with M L C HSC students and the analysis of one Novel: Displaced Person

by Lee Harding.

These are the results: It is important to note that everyone feels lonely sometimes, but especially adolescents. Only t w o of the fourteen who answered my questionnaire said they consider themselves to be lonely.

This seemed to be more related to the depth of loneliness than the length of time felt being lonely.

Lonliness can be caused by a variety of factors related to c o m m u n i c a t i o n ; the level of c o m m u n i c a t i o n not being perceived as sufficient to prevent feelings of loneliness; not being able to c o m m u n i c a t e effectively in relationships; feeling as t h o u g h no one understands you or cares about you; being ignored. Even t h o u g h there are people around w h o care, a person can still feel lonely.

Lonely people tend to be more withdrawn, cautious, less open, find it harder to trust and get close to other people and therefore do not develop skills in c o m m u n i c a t i n g with others w h i c h makes it difficult to c o m m u n i c a t e when they do try. Being shy and not being able to commit yourself to say anything can lead to ineffectiveness or lack of c o m m u n i c a t i o n w h i c h can lead to loneliness. Only in severe cases does loneliness make a person unable to c o m m u n i c a t e - if he begins to feel inadequate and thinks no one likes him.

YOU KNOW YOU'RE LATE TO CLASS WHEN: 1. you w o n d e r how to explain that y o u r ex-next-door neighbour's mother-in-law's Russian brother, who lives across the road and three streets to the right, decided to...

2. you trudge along at a 1 k m / h pace, panting and puffing as y o u gear yourself for the grand entrance.

3. the teacher is not disturbed (gee, that's strange) even t h o u g h you are about to explode with honest, substantiated, valid facts.

4. you curl apologetically into your seat after asking a daggy question.

5. the teacher casts a sliding eye on y o u as her pen records s o m e t h i n g (?!) on an amber slip.

YOU KNOW YOU HAVEN'T STUDIED FOR A TEST WHEN: 1. y o u tell everyone that you have t h r o b b i n g pains in your head.

2. y o u have o d d sensations and queer s o u n d effects c o m i n g from your stomach.

3. you remember y o u r mother asking you w h y you had so little h o m e w o r k the night before.

4. you get as far as paraphrasing the question impressively in y o u r answer.

5. you then just can't decide whether the solution is to doodle intricate squiggles on y o u r paper or to gaze at the clouds.

6. y o u make it quite clear that you do not want your result a n n o u n c e d to the class.

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It was generally agreed that people are more likely to feel lonely if they are in a large g r o u p of people they don't know, especially if the other members of the g r o u p know each other well.

N o b o d y said they w o u l d be more likely to feel lonely w h e n they are in a small group, but a few said they would when they are alone.

Everyone recognised that there is a difference between being alone and being lonely. Being alone is being by yourself and you can feel lonely when you are by yourself. Feeling lonely is wishing for company or for more c o m m u n i c a t i o n to take place.

So how does this help you if you're one of the lonely ones? The key to overcoming loneliness may be to take an interest in others. This is likely to help y o u lower your defences and allow someone to become close to you, as sharing personal experiences with others helps break d o w n the barriers between people. There is always someone else in your position so y o u don't need to feel lonely.

Cathy French — 12N

A MOMENT It was a moment of no consequence or meaning; only a m o m e n t because I acknowledged it as such and it became frozen in my consciousness. I was watching a lone ant march across the wide expanse of a brick. I followed its unhalting progress, marvelled that something so small could have a sense of purpose. Then, just as it reached the edge of the brick, I crushed it with my index finger. There was a brown mark left, only there because I knew it was once an ant.

Yesterday the rain washed it away. Only the moment remains.

Felicity Lewis - 11

(Photo

opp. page: Lou Dunn,

12H)

'Paern^ SCHOOL IN GENERAL One last, final day of peace, Before "Back to the Old Routine," Bells clanging, books flying, Kids screeching, Teachers ranting and raving, Yes, ma'am, I've done my homework, Oh, no, not another detention, I'm late, I'm late, But I really did have a music lesson, My dog ate my dictionary, You don't believe me?

More bells, Peace, what's that?

Ouch, that was my foot you just killed, Oh cripes, another test, I'm going crazy, mad, looney, Me harrassed? Never, Just another one of those days!

Janine Swan — 10F

THE CAT The cat sat on the tablecloth, A n d ate the pink merangue, He bit the cherry on the top, A n d blew up w i t h a bang.

He splattered r o u n d the living room, A n d caused a great distress, The owner w i p e d him off the floor, A n d got him on her dress. " O h dear," the o w n e r cried, and then, "What am I now to d o ? " "I know, I'll have him for my tea, I'll put him in a stew."

The cat was duly eaten, and, His memory still survives, He's now an all important part, Of four 'n' twenty pies.

Racheal Peterson — 8B and Jessica Swain — 8F

HARK YE STRANGER Over the torn and trampled valley, silence reigns.

A b l o o d spattered stone, and the j a g g e d remains of a once p r o u d tree, w h i c h c o m m a n d e d a view of a gentle, green vale.

Storm clouds gathered and night came.

On it went, never ceasing.

Until one d a w n they melted away, Leaving a desolate void of horror, and destruction.

A piece of warped metal, sticking up, T h r o u g h the mud, and b l o o d of the forgotten dead, — Who gave their lives for the love of their c o u n t r y — PATRIOTISM Long-gone, silent bodies, rent apart by their o w n kind, by the war machine.

As y o u tourist, with a merry step and t w i n k l i n g eye, Look with interest at the solemn inscription, "Here lie the noble heroes W h o gave their lives for their country's sake, A n d lie buried in this vale".

The poplars wave in the gentle breeze, Birds twitter and bees hum.

Fire-weed grows, scenting the air w i t h its delicate scent, B r i g h t e n i n g the pleasant scene, m o c k i n g the solemn aura of sadness, w h i c h can be caught by those w h o care.

But you, tourist, as y o u walk over the bones of the dead, buried beneath the very grass, on w h i c h you stroll so joyfully, have y o u so soon forgotten y o u r forefathers?

Have y o u not learnt y o u r lesson yet?

A g a i n the horizon g r o w n hazy, As hatred and anger gather.

Can y o u so soon forget, What it means?

You, w h o rent apart your o w n kind?

You, the War Machine?

Katherine Tozer — 9C

DEJA-VU WITH DEATH When the devil's trident impales your soul It's only the second chance W r i t h i n g from this solid earth To the fiery chambers Where the sole j u r o r is y o u r conscience Haphazardly l u r c h i n g into familiar territory Certainly no contrivance Merely a satirical sanctification with Satan Jeering at y o u r s a n c t i m o n y Enjoying the experience N o w in repeat Like the effect gained f r o m t w o melted mirrors The image f o r m e d y o u r celluloid life in glass Proven by the vicious circle Returns to its constituents Sand-dried and singed by the Flame This is the only c o - i n c i d e n c e Luckily, as 'tis dangerous A deja-vu with death.

Emma J. Watson.

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SEDUCTION OF THE PSYCHIATRIST Mesmerized by the p e n d u l u m Not the time Even t h o u g h all that's left permits lengthy dreaming She glances at the hands Rotating and reversing unnecessarily He focusses on her hands S t r o k i n g the desk's edge A s h i m m e r i n g aura from him blurs the space between Making even the music s o u n d c l o u d y Her response is minimal Leaving her to concentrate on her silent study Nearly realized by her subject and her master As his eyes lower Her body is dictated to recline and she lowers herself onto The Psychiatrist's Couch.

Emma J. Watson

COMMON ROOM

UNTITLED

An empty charm Filled with raucous laughter, Echoing with empty laughter.

The unity Of loners W h o remain alone Despite the depth of conversation A n d slaps on backs.

I sit in the doctor's office Waiting for the verdict That will determine my future.

A small room, warm but not cosy, Sunny but not happy, An antiseptic smell in the air.

A grave doctor sitting In his c o m f o r t a b l e chair.

His desk, his very professionalism A g r o w i n g barrier between us.

I sit quietly on the wooden, Creaking chair.

He has just told me I am not g o i n g to die.

Felicity Lewis — 11

THE TOP

Cathy French — 12N

Who sees who?

(Pretending not to notice, But scanning expectantly just the same).

Mascara-framed eyes search For the latest conquest W h o may be c h e w i n g PK in the milkbar, Or s m o k i n g in the lane.

But the herd of stripey blazers Has boarded the tram A n d taken "The T o p " away with it.

The green remains saunter downhill.

It is now an empty T-intersection.

BIRDS OF PARADISE Brilliant blues and emerald greens, Fly past to other worlds unseen, B e y o n d the narrow world we k n o w The birds of paradise must go.

Our narrow w o r l d of g r o u n d and sea, Is far surpassed by their beauty, A n d w h o knows what strange t h i n g s are there, Observed by creatures of the air.

Felicity Lewis — 11

Linda Penington — 10B

A REGRET

LITTLE OLD LADIES ON THE TRAM Little old ladies on the tram, Don't they know that we do understand.

Weary, tired and looking old.

Old, old, old as mould.

Waddling in those orthopaedic shoes.

In fours, threes, ones and twos.

Hid from the world in their plastic macs Looking like potato sacks.

Little old ladies on the tram, Don't they know that we do understand.

Fiona Spurrell — Yr. 11

I tried to help her, But she w o u l d not let me.

She had been hurt so many times - she trusted no one.

She wanted attention But the attention I gave Was not enough.

She needed understanding But I understood too little.

I tried so hard But she w o u l d not let me Understand, T h o u g h she desperately Wanted me to.

Without love and understanding A person cannot survive - She died long ago.

Cathy French — 12N

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LIVING MEANS ALONE Clutches, his collar. Blows on his hand.

Like from a steam-engine, steam comes f r o m his mouth.

He walks away from the cold winter, south.

Turns his eyes upwards; sorrowful, empty, yearning and alone.

He is misunderstood. His family has shown, they are no longer a part of his life.

He is on his own.

Huddles, in a doorway. The holes in his coat seem bigger than ever and welcome the cold.

His face is hidden, he looks deserted and old.

His skin is youthful, t h o u g h his mind knows much of hurt, hate, love and torment.

A l t h o u g h in youth, looks like his life has been spent.

Life can hurt him no more, already he has seen too much pain to ever feel again.

Sees, old brothers walking past. Their w o r l d has not changed, nor is it likely that it ever would.

They will never be cold or praying for food!

Their fashionable paupers' clothes, will never experience what his are experiencing.

It seems a sacrilege that he was once wearing such clothes, in front of people, who wear them w i t h o u t choosing.

Walking, on t h r o u g h the now dead street. His mind reflects over his family. He caused pain by what he'd said.

Brings up his hands and grips his head.

"Stop it! Can't go back."

Determined to go onwards, forwards, never back but w i t h o u t admitting it, so as not to be attacked, wishes silently, that he could return to c h i l d h o o d , where things were easier to accept.

Relief, flows t h r o u g h the mainstream of his thoughts.

Calming, s o o t h i n g the fevered mind, thinks " N o w what will y o u do?

There's an entire w o r l d waiting for you!"

Millions, Billions and always one more.

All looking to God, who's keeping the score.

How does he rate in the log Book of Heaven?

Is it a sin to want to live as yourself, even if it means alone, to make sure.

Love; he has read about that w o r d "a strong attachment for " is love.

Rains again and he looks above.

Sees the first star t h r o u g h the specks Wonders what life w o u l d be like, "spending it there in another world, living No, existing — there's no one to love or to be loved," "Ah", he wonders, " w h a t is love?"

Ignores or tries, her eyes that follow him.

She sees in him what he was, doesn't realise What he has become. He is not wearing a disguise.

How surprised she'd be if only she knew, he w o u l d always be like this. It is not a trend, but life. A real, harsh and lonely lot, is life. His life. " M y life". Her beckoning challenge w o u l d change to disdain, if she knew.

Shivers, as a cold spasm travels his body t h r o u g h . When it has travelled its course, leaves him empty and void inside. Hungers for something, wonders if it is self-pity, that he clings on to.

Realises he only wants someone to listen, someone to talk to.

S o m e b o d y w h o understands and treats him as a human being.

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"I've never cried in my entire life — never had reason to — but now I cry continually, inside. My mind cries out in anguish, to return to my old way of life but it can not be so.

It can never be so. I think for myself now and can never lapse back into allowing them, to think for me. I've said things to them that can never be forgotten, even by those as forgiving and saintly as my parents. More importantly, I can never forget what I said, for it is what I feel and I have finally voiced, what I had kept locked away so as not to hurt them.

But it is done; it is said. I can never lock what I feel, back into my soul, now that it has been expressed, and do you know what? I'm glad in a way " Robyne Manallack.

UNCLE FRED The ghostly castle, All covered in slime, Rocked and creaked, Then gave a whine.

We hovered around, A n d in the back door, Ah no! Watch out!

There's rats on the floor.

We avoided the rats, A n d brushed them off; A n d headed upwards, To the top.

As we climbed the stairs, The bannisters fell.

The stairs were screeching, A n d Sally as well.

We made for the landing, As a dagger fell.

We looked above, A n d gave a yell. It was Uncle Fred, But he was dead!

We ran to a room, A n d hid under a bed.

We heard some footsteps, As Sally said, "There's a trapdoor here, Under this bed."

The footsteps faded, So we lifted the door.

It creaked as it opened, The hole was small.

We slipped d o w n the ladder, I nearly fell.

Sally went first, A n d gave a yell.

Uncle Fred was there, Sally went stiff, I went for a punch, A n d s o m e h o w missed.

I yelled, "He's a ghost!"

We ran downstairs.

A n d out the door, Into the midnight air.

I never knew, What happened to Fred.

But I know for sure, He's definitely dead.

Catherine Newman — 8B

A SINGLE ENTITY

I DIDN'T THINK. . .

I'm sitting on a tram A single entity.

Threatening to some, yet harmless.

Passengers travel t h r o u g h my mind On a brief journey.

They don't let me touch them.

"Tickets please", drones the conductor.

"Concession", dares the girl, Sixteen for the past three years.

We don't know each other at all.

A complacent business woman,

I t h o u g h t you knew that what we had Wasn't meant to last for long I thought you wouldn't be upset When y o u f o u n d that I was gone.

I t h o u g h t myself the only one To be cut right t h r o u g h the heart I thought you wouldn't care if I Didn't tell you from the start.

I t h o u g h t I wouldn't tell you Of the lesson that I'd learned I t h o u g h t I wouldn't tell you Of the times that I'd been burned.

I t h o u g h t that if I let it be It w o u l d work out in the end I t h o u g h t the hole left in your heart Would very quickly mend.

I t h o u g h t you knew that all you were Was just another friend I thought you knew I had no strength To see it to the end.

A n d I t h o u g h t only of myself Not once of what you felt I t h o u g h t you'd soon get over Those painful blows I dealt.

I thought that you w o u l d suffer t h r o u g h The trouble and the strife I t h o u g h t you wouldn't go so far As to take your o w n y o u n g life.

I t h o u g h t that you could take it A n d I t h o u g h t that you were strong A n d I t h o u g h t y o u didn't love me Now I know that I was wrong.

Her pride bruised at the t h o u g h t of using public transport.

Bitter and uncomfortable, she mutters "Peasants" to herself.

The man at her side is poorly dressed.

Shoes by Brotherhood of St. Lawrence, Trousers by St. Vincent de Paul.

M o u t h i n g words w h i c h even to himself Have no meaning.

The y o u n g executive smells like a brewery.

G u c c h i suit, Pierre Cardin tie, leather shoes Five beers and a scotch.

A n d so respectable.

Only two young boys dare be themselves, G i g g l i n g and teasing, being loud, and yet An old man stares in condemnation, His face chiselled with anger — and tears.

No one smiles.

Uncomfortable.

Eyes flitting.

Stare at her clothing, A n d then turn away.

Read a book, or place yourself outside With the speeding trees and mosaic of houses, But don't move out To the person next to you.

Looking sad and w i t h d r a w n Who's she going home to?

Her cat or canary, Or no one.

Old and living loneliness.

Each a No. 1 in their own lives But a nobody in mine.

"Tickets please", drones the conductor.

An angry, snappy mother Holds her boy up straight as they wait to alight.

"Mum, can I have an apple?"

"Shut up Steven, apples don't grow on trees y o u know", She bites back.

No they don't A n d the sun doesn't shine.

Louise D u n n — 12H

Lida Brophy — 10M

UNTITLED I want him for his sullen beauty.

I don't know what's in his head and I only half care.

I hate being obliged to love a n y t h i n g or a n y b o d y but sometimes you just can't help it and hope is always ready to flare up from an ember sparked by a sleight of hand or quiet glance — I'm always receptive to his feelings but I don't know how reliable my receptors are.

Victoria Buckley

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HOSPITALITY

THE FIRE'S WARMTH

The w o o d was dark, The night was y o u n g , As I walked along, The moon shone d o w n .

I came to a house, All made of clay; With a sign on the door, That said 'Go Away'.

I knocked on the door, Because I couldn't read, Then a lady came, With the hair of a weed.

She poked at my stomach, A n d beckoned me in; A n d replied "You'll do, Step into my den."

She pulled me in, A n d closed the door, We crossed a room, Then d o w n a hall.

Where I was going, I couldn't tell; Then we entered a room, With a disgusting smell.

T h e r e was a pot in the room, A giant one, The soup looked hot, A n d she tasted some.

"It needs more flesh", she said with a grin; A t o o t h was missing, Her bones were thin.

I made for her b r o o m , A n d ran out the door.

She was right behind, Six inches or more.

I j u m p e d on the b r o o m , She grabbed my arm, A n d said "Don't go, I mean you no harm."

I couldn't be fooled, So I pushed her away.

I yelled " G o b r o o m ! " We were up and away.

The orange coals are g l o w i n g , A n d the r o o m is bathed in light While outside the harsh w i n d whistles T h r o u g h the echoes of the night.

Rain hisses d o w n the chimney, A n d sparks fly from the hearth, A n d while the water's rising We can sit inside and laugh.

Warmth enfolds the cosy r o o m Like a mother's caring arms, A n d bit by bit our eyelids d r o o p Responsive to her charms.

The air is thick and heavy, Yawns c o m e from all a r o u n d A n d n o - o n e feels the need to speak, So no-one makes a sound.

The dangers of the w o r l d outside Cannot t o u c h me in here For the love that permeates my heart Has w i p e d away all fear.

I feel so safe, and w a r m inside, When I'm with people who care, To k n o w w i t h o u t even having to ask That they will always be there.

A n d the orange coals are glowing, A n d the r o o m is bathed in light, A n d in this room I know I'm safe From the dangers of the night.

Lisa B r o p h y — 10M

THE FLIGHT; TO CONTROL ONE'S OWN FATE The flight of a bird, s m o o t h and confident then irregular, with my heart glides freely above the g r o u n d with it, leaping with every d r o p in height and soaring, with every c o n t r o l l e d swoop.

The ease with w h i c h the bird uses its wings to s u p p o r t and control its fate, leaves me grasping after it. I want to be reckless and risk my life, by my c h o i c e and by my o w n means. I want to escape life and antagonise death w i t h o u t fear of failure. I wish to live above life.

Catherine N e w m a n — 8B

Robyne Manallack

SHOOTING STAR POEM Orange tongues licking eucalyptus — oil of the Australian bush and heavenly in its altitude.

Devour, kill and consume.

The g l o w i n g bracken Shrivels and its life-breath swings to the wind, meeting peppermint scent and finally sinking amidst a p y r o t e c h n i c display of aerobic sparks ascending from incinerated red box and the d y i n g flames leaping from the heart of Terra Australia.

Emma J. Watson — 11F

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M3

You are like a shooting star to me First b u r n i n g bright and bold, I reached out and almost t o u c h e d y o u But I slipped, and lost my hold.

T h o u g h you didn't stop to pick me up A n d handle me with care, You just w i n g e d your way along y o u r route C u t t i n g t h r o u g h the cold night air.

A n d I saw y o u shoot across the sky Like y o u shot into my heart, Twinkling, sparkling, shining A n d tearing me apart.

Then I searched the sky and made my wish But I was left without a doubt, That s h o o t i n g stars are fantasies When y o u finally petered out.

Lisa Brophy — 10M

cutci S6ont

Stonier

AEROBICS: BEARABLE TORTURE

TRAM TRIP

Some call it a buttocks compressor (I've unsuccessfully experimented), others think it concaves y o u r stomach (same story), but I say it's a severe case of oxygen starvation and muscle (fat perhaps?) persecution. Incidentally, it's technically called aerobics.

So Miss Moore once again rolls up her navy tracky-dacks, discovers a tape f r o m the P.E. Department's vintage collection and charges off to B.J. Hall with her streaky ghetto blaster.

Meanwhile the lunch bell strikes and fitness freaks strip and don their professional M.L.C. sports attire, anxiously awaiting (are they mad?) rigorous body torture.

After having mustered e n o u g h confidence to at least walk in, I immediately claim o w n e r s h i p of the furthest, dimmest corner so that fewer people can give me m o r t i f y i n g looks w h e n I start passing out and t u r n i n g purple like a suffocated octopus.

Everyone now casually assembles into their favourite positions and the w a r m - u p begins. MY GOD I CAN'T COPE!! My pulse t h u m p s rapidly as my heart leaps from beneath my skin and fresh supplies of o x y g e n replenish my blood!

"Hit that perfect beat boy!"

Think, y o u idiot! This is a stretching session? Fiddlesticks! My body is in hysterical paralysis but my m i n d ferments into a mental frenzy as I dread what's in store.

In the meantime, Miss Moore happily bounces away with her flexibility and co-ordination exhibitions. "Let's give our lungs a t h o r o u g h work-out girls!" shey gaily exclaims. Her face then glows: "Good! You're all in time!" The woman's blind.

I suddenly surrender to my piercing stitch as I abstain from keeping my (unco) arms waving about madly. Whilst taking my well-deserved break, I c o m e to the c o n c l u s i o n that the clock has stopped (and that I'm not too flash at aerobics). Those dangling squares on the ceiling are true works of art....

Back to my task. We're on our elbows and knees now, elevating our right legs like undecided, preoccupied dogs. G o o d grief! I almost have an hysterical attack when I witness the dented, creamy fat practically squelching out from a girl's thigh!! Hold on, I look at my legs. When I see how much they look and smell like " o f f " salami, but feel like jelly, my shin just about hits the floor.

A c c o r d i n g to Miss Moore and other fitness extremists it's now stomach time. Tough. My brain signals my body to take another intermission.

Ahh! There's nothing like relaxing after a g o o d work out!!!

"Those of you who are experiencing slight d i s c o m f o r t can rest now," Miss Moore sings out, barely puffing.

My God, that woman's slow. I've been lying here like a beached whale for more than five minutes.

Just as she regretfully announces that it's c o o l - d o w n time (a real shame) I decide to join in. How refreshing!! I'll be a cripple for life.

Well, what more can I say? I have completed yet another aerobics lesson. So can you.

The sky was grey, and the w i n d was blowing furiously, disturbing my gel-hardened hair. I t h o u g h t the tram w o u l d never come, and the number of people waiting at the stop was amazing! There were at least 2000 Scotch, 4000 Xavier and f o u r M.L.C. students carpeting the footpath along Glenferrie Road, Kooyong, all awaiting the arrival of a tram to transport them to school. Finally, (two trainloads of abusive St. Kevins and St. Catherine pupils later) a rickety old tram appeared on the horizon. T h u n d e r o u s applause a c c o m p a n i e d its arrival, and then the fight began. Like hordes of animals, 4000 black and red monsters ran to greet the tram, w i t h 2000 red, yellow and blue hulks closely at their heels, and in the middle, four silver and green hostages being dragged o n to the road ready for the big struggle!

N.B. Those w h o smoke, drink, do not jog daily, suffer from major embarrassment in a bikini at the beach, etc. cannot take part as aerobics is a health hazard Koula Basiliadis - 11M

I can't remember how, when, or why, but s o m e h o w three of my friends and myself survived the great race, and became passengers on this four wheeled, green and yellow machine.

The trip up Glenferrie Road was an entertaining one, even if it was rather loud. After five minutes or so, the abusive language e x c h a n g e d between the t w o rival schools (Scotch and Xavier) quietened d o w n a bit, and everyone was able to get o n with the h o m e w o r k they had been expected to do the night before.

Now, w h e n we reached Fitzwilliam Street, the trouble began.

The Scotchies had departed the tram w i t h sweet wishes of love and affection directed to all Xaverians present, so now the tram was just filled with the 3000 black and red monsters that had managed to get on in the beginning, and us four, poor M.L.C. girls. As I was saying, the t r o u b l e began at Fitzwilliam Street w h e n M.L.C. (us) wanted to get off. We were right up the end of the tram (Mr. Loader w o u l d have been pleased)! A n d now we had to w o r k our way t h r o u g h the j u n g l e of g o o d l o o k i n g guys to reach the door, and naturally, get off.

My friends survived this struggle as we made our way, single file, d o w n the passage with me in front. The Xaverians seemed to be t h o r o u g h l y enjoying themselves, whilst greeting us w i t h friendly c o m m e n t s like: "Push, girl, Push!" " O n l y a bit further to go!"

"You can do it, come on love!" a c c o m p a n i e d with fits of hysterical laughter e c h o i n g in our eyes. Now I think of it, if it wasn't for the millions of bags c r o w d i n g the doorway, we might have made it off the tram that morning.

"Bang!!", Romy was down, flat o n her front, her head deeply buried in an unprepared Xaverian's l u n c h bag. Calls of m o c k i n g names and teasing rhymes f o l l o w e d Romy's dramatic collapse.

When her face appeared once again, it had lost its y o u t h f u l pink colour, and was rhubarb red. ( M u c h to the delight of the s u r r o u n d i n g audience.)

"Bit of peroxide here I think," said the b o o m i n g voice of an H.S.C. student to his mate after n o t i c i n g the strip of blonde hair d o w n my head left over from my last hair bleaching session.

'Yeah, reckon so Jake," was his friend's intelligent answer.

Finally, (and unfortunately) the tram started off again. Romy had turned shy, and just stood there as cries of, "Sorry, we didn't realise it was y o u r stop," and, "If y o u get the tram w i t h us t o m o r r o w , we'll try to remember where you get off!" were shouted a r o u n d us. Xavier's stop finally appeared, and like a giant waterfall, we gushed out of the tram y a h o o i n g and screaming! (well, they were; w e weren't!)

"See-ya tomorrow gi-iii-rrrrrr-llllll-s!", they called, with screeching voices.

"I can hardly wait," answered Sonia, still white with shock after our terrifying ordeal.

"Oh well," I sighed. "At least now we can rest for the remainder of the day. It's school."

But then I remembered, we still had to get home. I c o u l d hardly wait.

Wendie O'Brien.

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I HAVE A FETISH

SPRING SNOW

I have a fetish, an incurable fetish! I'm obsessed with the unbelievable, the confusing, amusing, delicate, yet strong, durable, efficient, ever-lasting Paper Clip/ The paper clip, unfortunately, has been my undoing. You ask, " H o w can a mere paper clip be your undoing?' I will tell you. I simply cannot leave them alone. I have an impossible attraction to them. Whether they be new and shiny, old and rusted, blue, pink, painted or plastic, I adore them. I love them - big, small, minute or huge.

I have stopped by the tree before, stopped to collect my scattered thoughts or just to gaze at merging mauve and c r i m s o n t h r o u g h the d o m e of branches. Now the wind blows.

But my thoughts will not be taken with it - (never would) t h o u g h it is a heavy gale.

When I find a treasured paper clip, I examine it closely. I feel the smooth sides of the object. I worship the feel of the cold hard metal against my fingertips. As I caressingly t o u c h the metal I feel a violent reaction awakening within me. I cannot control myself. I react unwittingly and instinctively. I lose control, and bend the paper clip.

When I bend the paper clip I admire the versatility of the object.

The metal is so flexible. The treasured object is so handy. It can be used as it traditionally is, to hold various sheets of paper together, for a distraction, decoration, putting holes in many and varied objects or, for the milldly insane, piercing of ears.

Fortunately, although I do have a fetish with paper clips, I am not mildly, hugely or even incredibly insane. I only have a mad craving desire to.... touch, manipulate and devour, by gaze, the admired paper clip.

Anonymous

THE MARINER There was a full m o o n that particular night. The deck was slippery with salty southern brine and all there was beneath my feet was five thousand miles of water and a whale orthree. I had already been on deck for nearly two hours. I stood at the bow where the boat cut t h r o u g h the black water w h i c h the moon had striped yellow like a silent, wingless bee. My watch showed four o'clock but we were constantly crossing time zones, so a mere piece of metal had no significance. I wanted tosleep, but I knew I'd be forced below had I been f o u n d in that state, so I lay back and fixed my eyes on the round, yellow-white moon when its image was not obscured by a sail.

Totally relaxed, I remembered back to my first proper yachting experience. I was nine. My father and my t w o cousins and I sailed all t h r o u g h the night along the coast, and I sat out on the deck, like now, asking my cousin, who was fifteen, w h y t h e stars were there and from where the moon's light came and why the w i n d blew and other such questions, which, for the most part, remain unanswered, even by "old salts" and scientists alike.

These t h o u g h t - p r o v o k i n g questions are excellent material for when one is sitting on deck, at night, at no fixed address, watching the path of the moon and dreading the sunrise, despite its glorious beauty and awe-inspiring display on the water. Sunset, however, fascinates me more than its counterpart on the other end of twelve hours. The second last segment of the sun's orange ball is swallowed by the horizon, so the mortal is swallowed by night and her infinite mysterious, but finite hours. Oh, how I wish my childlike dream w o u l d come true and I could sail into the sunset and then, twelve hours later, simply reverse and beat the earth back again, sailing in heavenly perpetual darkness - a chore deplored and hated by my maternal grandfather who ran - by inheritance and not free will - a small milk boat in the Lofoten Islands, where tourists flock to see the midnight sun and old Magnus Lundgren returns each morning to a dark day after delivering milk to local farmers at a time unrecognizable as m o r n i n g to Southern daylightworshipping landlubbers.

Like ethereal pink raindrops the blossom flutters to the g r o u n d and rests amongst the grass; snow that does not melt, but rots.

One flake touches my cheek, gently collides with my icy flesh and caresses it before drifting on. I feel soothed. I am not forgotten, just as I cannot forget.

The tree is now green. Soon I will return, return to gaze at merging gold and amber. T h o u g h I cannot forget, I can revel in remembrance. I can feel the blossom t o u c h my cheek.

Felicity Lewis - 11

SURVIVING The train snaked hostilely into the platform. Cold snatched at my lungs as I stepped outside. Damien handed me my suitcase and in a higgledy-piggledy fashion, we sorted belongings, making piles of whose was whose.

Our manner was more s u b d u e d now, as if the cold had stolen our g o o d spirits as well as our breath. The others h u n g from the open w i n d o w s of the train, allowing the warmth of previous jokes to pour out and dissolve in the harsh atmosphere. Frost was invading the train's w a r m belly, too. Liby started to cry, p r o m i s i n g to write, call, visit, anything.

"It's only 80 km," I told her. "Hey! Denmark's a small place." She n o d d e d and managed to w a r m her face with a brief smile. The train hissed impatiently and went off into the marshmallow distance.

I w i p e d my eyes.

It was cold. I slid my arms out of my coat sleeves and slipped them under my shirt, against my stomach. Damien did the same.

Slowly blood seeped back into our fingers. For what seemed ages we sat, huddled and silent, burdensome weights to our already bulging suitcases.

We waited.

Damian yawned, stretched and quickly shoved his hands back into the depths of his pockets. The cold had pinked his cheeks.

"I'd love a cup of coffee," I muttered.

Damien grunted. Coffee was an impossibility — a dream. What was the Danish w o r d for coffee anyway? We sat silently shivering. The bitumen platform was frozen and wet.

We waited.

From behind us, a Danish voice gurgled English sounds; " K o o le-ah Davis"??? We both t u r n e d around. The person o w n i n g the voice looked confused.

Soon I hear my name and I am forced inside to write in the log book about the previous morning's watch.

"That's me - Kylie," I put up my hand, "it's p r o n o u n c e d 'Kylie'."

Introductions were made. This was my host father. Within minutes my suitcases were loaded into the car.

Damien and I stook alone for a few minutes. The cold was oppressive. I gave him a hug. His nose was cold on my cheek.

My host father stamped the snow from his boots impatiently.

"I'll write to you," Damien promised, "perhaps even call or arrange a visit? We'll be pretty close " Yes, a n y t h i n g I thought, n o d d i n g blankly. I got into the car.

W a t c h i n g him as we drove off, he was soon replaced by frozen, p a t c h w o r k e d fields; black, brown, yellow and ice all paraded along beside me. Feeling horribly alone, I turned to the figure beside me.

He smiled.

Emma J. Watson - 11F

Kylie Davis.

A2 DEBATING REPORT "Speech

was given to man to disguise

his thoughts"

-

Charles M a u r i c e de T a l l e y r a n d .

WHAT THOUGHTS?!

A l t h o u g h we can be classified as a "Claytons" debating team, we (the A2 team) won all our debates this year, reaching the finals, surprising not only ourselves with our debating finesse.

Faced with such formidable topics as "That the intellectually and physically handicapped s h o u l d be sterilised", "That we receive law rather than justice" (secret topic), "That the pill has been a plus" and "That the Royal Family should be irrelevant to Australia" (a secret topic debate the day after the Royal Wedding), we put our noses to the grindstone and determinedly argued and rebutted (mean-while inadvertently c h a r m i n g the gentlemen adjudicators) and came out winners each time.

At some stages our opponents were not as jubilant in the end result as we. I must mention t w o teams from a certain Catholic boys' school which could not handle being beaten by girls. We tried to remain amiable and ladylike, however, as our position as representatives of the school demands.

The team this year included Ruth Browning, Joanne Donelly, Kim Kiely, Sylvie Schwarz and myself. Thanks must go to all for c o n t r i b u t i n g much time, effort and valuable brainpower. I'm sure in the future we'll all miss our debating meeting.

Jo Taylor (Captain) Vijaya ponders the problem "To debate or not to debate with a lifelike wax head of Lou Dunn.

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Year 12 Debating

Team

Year 11 Debating

Team

Lou Dunn

emotes.

1986 SCHOOL PLAY REPORT: "THEY SHOOT HORSES, DON'T THEY?" A p l a y b y H o r a c e M c C o y .

"They shoot what?" was the immediate response we received late in 1985 when we began to organise the school play, however, when students, staff and parents realised that we were serious and the play was not about horse assassins, the response was encouraging.

Auditions and casting were organised in the first few weeks of first term and many actresses swooned when they received their '5 volume' script and were told to front up to dancing classes or else!

Early rehearsals concentrated on character development and empathising with the various impacts the Great Depression had on the lives of the American people. Each actress built up a wellr o u n d e d character and despite a few cast changes, we soon had a large but dedicated cast of sixty.

In retrospect, probably one of the reasons why the play enjoyed so much success was the fact that t h r o u g h the staging and intense audience involvement, it dared to step over the boundaries of traditional theatre of the type usually exploited in the House festivals. F o r t h e cast and crew, it was fascinating and fortunately, gratifying each night to watch the audience's response not only to their chance to become part of the play itself, but to Rocky and his entourage and the c h a n g i n g relationships that emerged as the marathon wore on.

We hope that those of you who saw the play enjoyed it. because WE did — and we hope that next year's student p r o d u c t i o n will receive the same enthusiastic support.

The frustration, late nights, rehearsals almost every day of the week and the actresses' difficult task of learning lines and

Cate Blanchett, Emma Anderson, Lou D u n n and Kylie Webb.

moves were all worth it, especially when our w o n d e r f u l set arrived!

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ATHLETICS REPORT This year's athletics team is a keen, dedicated bunch of noisy girls from Year 7 to 12, w h o all get along well together.

Our athletics year began with a B A N G in June, with the first race of the cross-country season. Girls c o n q u e r e d mountains and pain in pursuit of: (i) the finishing line and (ii) a pat on the back from our enthusiastic coach, Sir Leigh (alias Mr. Hodges) and his sidekicks Mrs. J o h n s t o n and Mr. Knapp.

Many excellent results were achieved by all age groups with the Middles and Seniors w i n n i n g their respective age groups at the E.S.A. and Lisa Wardalle competitions. a n d t h e M i d d l e S c h o o l 2 km-relay-team finishing second in the Victorian Road Relay Championship.

The enthusiasm and fitness has been maintained during the transition period between the cross-country and the track and

Athletics team with coach, Mr. Leigh Hodges.

field seasons due to twice weekly training sessions, Saturday m o r n i n g meets, and the fantastic camp we all attended at T o r q u a y in the second last weekend of September.

Already the track and field season has seen many excellent performances, with MLC w i n n i n g the GPVSA c o m p e t i t i o n at Geelong on the 15th October, and with our major festival, the ESA competition, c o m i n g up soon, we are anticipating further success.

However, the nature of the athletics team is that, win or lose, everyone is more than happy if everyone does their best personal bests are more impressive than many medals.

We w o u l d like to thank Mr. Hodges, Mrs. J o h n s t o n and Mr. Knapp for their great support t h r o u g h o u t the year, and as this is our last year as part of the team, wish everyone c o n c e r n e d the best of luck for 19871 Natalie Mikkelsen and T r u d i Smith.

School

Sfoonte The team played consistently well and showed a great level of sportsmanship.

Much credit must go to Mr. Bylart w h o proved to be a very supportive and enthusiastic coach. His technique w h e n displayed by some was probably the reason for the successful season.

Despite the " n o t - s o - g o o d " cordial which we offered our opponents, it was a good effort all round.

Keep up the good work everyone, so we can " g o get'em" next year!

Sarah W h i t c h u r c h Alex. Verrier

SENIOR SCHOOL TENNIS REPORT

J.S.S. TENNIS The J.S.S. tennis team got off to a great start by defeating Ivanhoe Girls' Grammar (I.G.G.) 4-2. Convincing wins occurred t h r o u g h o u t the season including the defeat of our main rivals P.L.C. (10-1).

Scores were as follows: M.L.C. d P.L.C. 10-1 M.L.C. d Carey 4-0 M.L.C. d M.C.E.G.G.S. 3-2 M.L.C. d Strathcona 7-0 M.L.C. d Ivanhoe G.G. 4-2 M.L.C. d Camberwell G.G. 5-1

The Senior school tennis team of 1986 was a successful and enthusiastic group of girls, c o n c e d i n g defeat only to PLC and Carey. We had five convincing wins over these schools: S t r a t h c o n a , M C E G G S , Ivanhoe, C a m b e r w e l l G i r l s ' Grammar and Genazanno.

Having only one tennis court this year, M.L.C. had the o p p o r t u n i t y of using the synthetic grass tennis courts at Camberwell Tennis Centre. This was an added advantage for our superior tennis skills!

Congratulations to Jodie Benallack, Amber Selleck and Tanya Johnson who received school colours for their dedication to the tennis team. Donna Wright and Julie Smith earned an embroidered pocket each for their participation and skill.

Thanks to Miss Charman w h o organised the team efficiently and fairly, to ensure that everyone played a match.

Thanks for y o u r support.

Anita Wood.

Back: Sally Thompson, Karen Yeung, Lisa Day, Yvette Gow, Donna Wright, Kate Origlasso, Nadine Brown, Sandy Chin, Joanna Bruce, Mary Lou Loughnan, Bridget Murray, Megan McMahon, Kylie McCubbing, Kate Wilcox, Linda Roe, Leanne Bodilly, Helen Gibney, Kate Axup, Tania Mettei.

Seated: Tracey Soon, Rebecca Fraser, Julie Smith, Anita Wood, Tanya Johnson, Jodie Benallack, Amber Selleck, Narelle Currie.

Front: Prue Heeley, Sandie Smyth, Maxine Cough/an, Dianne Sneddon, Meredith Lewis, Lisa Benallack, Sharney Osier, Belinda Everard.

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Rear: Miss S. Johnstone, Tan/a Nichoils, Rosalie McGregor, Giselle Johnston, Fiona Barnett Front:

Koula

Vasiliadis,

Olivia Millard,

Jenny

Smith,

Wilson,

Alison

Susan

SOFTBALL Left to right: Stevens, Claire Ferres,

Wood, Jodie Storey,

Michaele

Peta Kennedy,

Hardie,

Susie Gardiner,

Kylie Hall, Kate Albiston,

AND JUNIOR BASKETBALL Left to right Back: TrudiSmith, Angie Black, Justine Kiely, Lisa Burgess (Captain), Kylie Mcintosh, Kristy Power, Christine Elena McMellan, Sonya Steiner, Sharney Osier, Jenny King.

Suzanne

Cote,

Lizzi

Glasson.

Fiona

SENIOR

Middle: Mr. S. Knapp, Megan Warret!, Ilona Misa, Sandy Chin, Rebecca Edwards, Smith, Mr. A. By I art.

Front: Vanessa Hallum, Emma Kerseboom, Cathy Smith.

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Tan, Louise Findlay,

Megan

Webber,

Taryn Smith, Sarah Jolly, Helen Gibney, Jacqui

Hallum,

Rosalie

SCHOOL SWIMMING REPORT The 1986 s w i m m i n g season started with the school sports. The loud support of Nevile cheered their house on to first place along with great s w i m m i n g from their team.

The first major interschool s w i m m i n g c o m p e t i t i o n was the Eastern Suburbs Association S w i m m i n g Carnival. Despite strong opposition from M.C.E.G.G.S. and P.L.C., M.L.C. put in a strong performance. Placed second, we were helped by fantastic s w i m m i n g by: Gillian Arnold, Gillian Coutts, Vanessa Chapman, Kirsty Allen, Justine Keily, Kim Dooley, Jayne Ketley, Margie Patrick, Trudi Aujard, Sonya Giddings, Karen Watts, Senior Medley Relay, Yr. 7 Freestyle Relay, Yr. 9 Freestyle Relay, Yr. 11 and Yr. 12 Relay.

Congratulations to Sarah Markey and Jackie Nathanielsz who achieved new records in their events.

The next competition was the G.P.S.V.A. s w i m m i n g sports and despite a remarkable attempt to find swimmers, M.L.C. c o m p e t e d strongly to be placed third behind M.C.E.G.G.S and Toorak. An enormous thanks to Sacha Bond w h o swam in Under 12 despite being only in Grade 6. Everyone swam well against t o u g h opposition.

The latest s w i m m i n g competition was the All Schools at the State S w i m m i n g Centre. A m o n g s t g o o d c o m p e t i t i o n f r o m schools all over the State we managed to get seven teams into the finals. Thank you to all the swimmers competing in all the carnivals. We wish you all g o o d luck with y o u r s w i m m i n g careers. Thank you also to Miss Mclntyre, Mrs. Dall and to Mrs. A r m s t r o n g for the organisation of the teams.

Keep up the g o o d work and g o o d luck.

SCHOOL CRICKET TEAM Left to right: Rear: Michaele Hardie, Susie Gardiner, Fiona Barnett, Koula Vasiliadis, Nerida Goldsmith, Front: Julia Pryor, Barbara Harvey, Rebecca Walker, Emma Leary, Elise Reid, Kim Munro,

Lisa Retford and Carolyn T h o m p s o n

Karen Dreher, Tania Kathryn Winduss.

Tayment.

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J.S.S. NETBALL Once again, the M.L.C. Junior Secondary School Netball Teams were very successful. About 100 girls turned up to the first few practices w h i c h was fantastic, and by the first match we had six very strong teams.

Out of the six teams, we recorded only one loss w h i c h was an exceptionally good effort.

There were many girls who played only a few games, because of the numbers and these girls are to be congratulated, most of

them were willing to come and score even t h o u g h they weren't playing.

One of the reasons we were so successful was that it was a real team effort, every girl was prepared to have her game off.

Finally on behalf of all teams I w o u l d like to thank our t w o very able coaches, Mrs. Dall and Mr. Bylart.

An A n o n y m o u s Netballer P S. Also many thanks to the few seniors w h o came and umpired.

SENIOR SCHOOL NETBALL REPORT

SENIOR HOCKEY REPORT

In the past, senior school netball teams have proven to be a force in interschool competitions. This year was no exception.

All three teams were undefeated in a total of sixteen games of netball and the enthusiasm and team spirit added to the enjoyment of their success.

Every year the senior M.L.C. hockey team seems to be improving and this year was no exception. Our teams played extremely well this season, the A team lost only t w o games, one against old-time rivals, P.L.C., and the other against Geelong College. The B team was also successful in its matches, c o m b i n i n g skillful wins and unfortunate losses.

This year the season was highlighted by an enthusiastic trip to Sydney for a rally with M.L.C. Sydney girls. Unfortunately, we were unable to retain the prestige we gained last year when we w o n the competition; however, the team played well and the trip was t h o r o u g h l y enjoyed.

A highlight of the season was the annual Victorian Schoolgirls' Netball C o m p e t i t i o n at Royal Park in w h i c h M.L.C. entered the Senior A team. The team was undefeated in the qualifying Round Robin and advanced to the preliminary finals where it was defeated in only one of its games by a s t r o n g c o u n t r y team.

Unfortunately, this meant that the team did not qualify for the semi-finals, but reaching this level was an excellent achievement.

All the players w o u l d like to express their gratitude to Mrs. Swain, who gave us positive e n c o u r a g e m e n t and invaluable support t h r o u g h o u t the season.

T h a n k - y o u to all w h o participated.

Tanya J o h n s o n and Edwina Rice Joint Senior Netball Captains.

Our second highlight of the season was to be a game against one of the boys' schools nearby. This did not eventuate, however, as none of them replied to our invitation - obviously they had heard of our fine form and were afraid of defeat!

The senior team had a highly successful season and everyone w o u l d like to thank the P.E. staff, especially Miss C h a r m a n for her coaching and dedication to the team. I w o u l d also like to thank all girls w h o played in both teams for their enthusiasm and team spirit t h r o u g h o u t the year. Best of luck to both teams next year.

Tracey Smyth.

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SENIOR HOCKEY AND NETBALL WEEKEND For a later-to-be M I G H T Y team of thirty-one heavily equipped Senior Hockey and Netball fighters, as well as t w o dedicated officers, Friday, July 4th dawned at the unwished-for hour of 5.00 a.m. as we sluggishly armed ourselves for the annual rivalry between the two M.L.C. schools. With back-breaking gear lumped on our shoulders, we departed from our school at 6.30 a.m. (as mahy were still drifting in faraway lands). The intense thrill of the event, however, was enough to get us firing and rearing to go, even t h o u g h concerned parents were waving anxious goodbyes. Nonetheless, as a brave bunch we charged to Tullamarine Airport with powerful t h o u g h t s of what was in store for us on the weekend.

After catching the 8.00 a.m. flight, we rode to M.L.C. Sydney where we met face to face with our counterparts and were later served with a m a m m o t h lunch in preparation for the afternoon's rigorous confrontation. We hockey 'men' fought tactically with our usual vigour and skill as we tackled aggressively and fired the bulleting ball with pin-point accuracy across the land. Our heavily equipped goalie counteracted many goals with exhibitions of fine marksmanship.

Unexpectedly, the scoreboard did not accurately reveal our expertise. Something definite will be done about the matter.

The battalion of netballers marched c o n v i n c i n g l y into the finals...After the clash of the Titans, we spent the night with our host families.

On the f o l l o w i n g m o r n i n g many of us were exhausted, but our f i g h t i n g spirit and sheer dedication typically salvaged us as the hockey soldiers stormed into playing aggressively for second placing (GASP!) in a tense head-on extended time attack. Due to a lucky goal by our opposition, M.L.C. Sydney 1, we (let's day) were not victorious. (That silly scoreboard was at it again!)

The netballers, however, f o u g h t magnificently i n t h e f i n a l s o n c e again (cannons please) and annihilated the enemy!! The war was finally over.

We consequently disarmed ourselves as we detected the delicate smell of sizzling sausages and chops drifting in the air.

After our y u m m y barbecue, many of us boarded the doubledecker trains of Sydney into the city and spent the afternoon m u n c h i n g on "Jelly Bellies" (multiflavoured miniature jelly beans that were too t e m p t i n g to take home) until 4.00 p.m., w h e n the stores in Sydney close.

The weekend really took off, however, on the Saturday night as we indulged ourselves in massive creamy ice-creams at Manly, c o n s u m e d ten course (yes, ten!) Chinese meals o r g u l p e d d o w n several servings of appetising Italian cuisine.

Sunday was appropriately spent in a relaxing fashion (AHHH!) as we toured in and a r o u n d Sydney to places such as Bondi Beach and Luna Park. Some of us actually had remaining money to spend at The Rocks before t r u d g i n g to Mascot Airport, entirely drained of life.

So the army returned home, marginally defeated, but jubilant.

Lastly, heaps of credit must u n d o u b t e d l y be given to Miss C h a r m a n and Mrs. Swain who protected us so dearly on the trip, Mrs. A r m s t r o n g who invaluably organised the event, as well as the mothers and staff at M.L.C. Sydney who provided us w i t h succulent meals and turned the weekend into a memorable occasion.

Koula Vasiliadis.

ROWING REPORT M.L.C. started the 1986 season with a move to our new home, R i c h m o n d boat sheds. The highlight of the season, however, was the g a m e o f musical boats w e p l a y e d . Initially the third crew consisted of Alexis Shubb, Megan Brown, Sara Price, Kim Gibson and Vicki Hall. Sara was forced out by injury, however, and replaced, Megan was replaced by Kristin Giles because of sickness, and Vicki was moved up a crew and replaced by Kathryn Share. The 2nd crew was Michaela Browning. Fleur Worboys, Fiona McCasker, Sarah Duell and Jenny M c C r e d d e n until Fiona was moved up and replaced by Vicki Hall. Kelly Robinson, Kirsty Allen, Fi Werner, Kim McMeeken and Ruth B r o w n i n g were the first crew until Kim's appendix forced her out of the crew and into hospital. Initially, Fiona was her replacement; however, the lure of Central Australia at Easter was greater than that of the Nationals so Fleur W o r b o y s was brought into the crew.

There were also four crews f r o m year ten, t w o of w h i c h raced every weekend, alternating weekly, w i t h mixed success. The second and third crews in their various forms rowed at most Melbourne and Geelong regattas, also with mixed results. The major s c h o o l g i r l event of the year was Head of the S c h o o l g i r l s in Ballarat, where MLC's seven crews were amongst over 97 at the event. The firsts came fourth in the final, the seconds were second in their heat while the thirds w o n their heat. One of the year ten crews made their final as well.

The season began with a p u n i s h i n g four day camp at R i c h m o n d in the city. Every enthusiastic rower " w i l l i n g l y " j o i n e d in the running, weights and aerobics, under the w a t c h f u l eye and s t o c k w h i p of Head Coach Susie Palfreyman, w h i l e t h e potential firsts w o r k e d themselves up to a four minute test of girls and determination on the ergonometer.

While Head of the Schoolgirls marked the end of the season for crews t w o down, the firsts' skill had the National Titles in Adelaide to look forward to. The highlight of this trip was, apart from things river-related, of course, Toots (our w o n d e r f u l c o a c h ) " g o - f a s t a - m a r i n a r a - p a s t a " . The r a c i n g was an education, with each of our races being an improvement on the last one. Kim made a startling return to the crew racing in the Senior Women's event, while Fleur raced in the Schoolgirls event. To accomodate this, Ruth changed sides with each change of crew member displaying her ambidextrous ability admirably. A l t h o u g h the coxswain tried very hard to read the race plan written on her leg, MLC's success at the Nationals was very limited.

Despite the fact that the season was unsuccessful, it was not uneventful, and thanks must go to all the coaches, particularly Susie Palfreyman, Pam Westerndorf and Barbara Phelan (Toots) for their skills in coaching and for dragging us t h r o u g h the season.

Kirsty Allen (Rowing Captain)

Grade 6 & J.S.S.

Hockey

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Sfcotte

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Everyone had been w o n d e r i n g what this year's sports day w o u l d be like. It was the first year in history that it hadn't been held at M.L.C. O l y m p i c Park was the new venue, and in having the sports there, everything was different. Instead of arriving at school at the early hour of 6.00 a.m. to decorate the tennis courts in vibrant colour, and then enjoy a barbeque breakfast on the terraces, everyone f o u n d her way into the city at a much later hour, minus many decorations that were f o r b i d d e n at this place. Practices for weeks beforehand had s h o w n that this sports day was to be one of great competitiveness, especially between Berry and Krome.

I caught the bus at 8.30 a.m. lugging my e n o r m o u s yellow, mansized lion with me. The day was grey and rainy, w h i c h dampened our spirits somewhat. After arriving at the Park, we immediately had balloons thrust at us and were told to " b l o w 'em up". Banners, posters and balloons c o l o u r e d everything at O l y m p i c Park, and girls everywhere were dressed up in the colour of their house. The sports started shakily, with grey clouds and patchy rain threatening to spoil o u r e n j o y m e n t . Due to the pouring rain, the hurdles had to be cancelled, as the g r o u n d had become far too slippery and dangerous. Ball games proved to be very interesting. In tunnel ball, after collecting the ball from the end of y o u r teams, if you ran too fast d o w n the side of them, you w o u l d suddenly slip and fall d o w n in the mud!

Sports

Day: Krome

Trophy

T h r o u g h o u t the day Krome was leading, partly due to the fact that they had gone so well the day before. Only a few records were broken, as the driving sleet made it hard for competitors to compete to their utmost ability. Many girls c o m p l a i n e d that the sports should have been postponed until Monday, but it certainty was an experience not to be missed. Everyone screamed madly for their house as they glanced anxiously at the scoreboard.

After w a t c h i n g an hilarious "Staff versus students" race it was time for the marching. The houses assembled a r o u n d the oval, again in the rain, and proceeded to parade around in an orderly fashion to the music of "Axel F". After a few laps, the music stopped and we walked across the s a t u r a t e d , s l o s h y o v a l f o r t h e presentation. Speeches were cut short, as everyone was cold and anxious to go home. K r o m e came first in both the aggregate and the proficiency, much to Berry's shock. Fitchett sadly came last, but we weren't really e x p e c t i n g to win anyway.

As soon as the results had been announced, everyone rushed for the gates, only to find out that we had to stay and clean up first. Then we all bundled off home - cold, wet and exhausted to spend a weekend recovering from a freezing day spent in our s u m m e r y sports uniforms. It was a sports day I w o u l d n ' t forget in a hurry.

Kylie Doyle

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SPORTS DAY REPORT Little did many know that Sports Day 1986, held precariously on Friday, Apfil 18th, w o u l d be a day when competitors w o u l d contest with pelting rain and biting winds, and be splattered with flying spots of mud. Despite this and the slight confusion as to whether the event was to take place (extended to Uncle Roy on 3AW), enthusiastic girls raced to the new venue of Olympic Park. Patriotic chants (followed by funny observations from onlookers) and c o l o u r f u l house furnishings were indicative of the day's intense but exciting atmosphere.

In spite of the severely severed oval this year, the field events w h i c h took place on the preceding afternoon led up to the grand day. Loyal house enthusiasts flocked to the oval, s u p p o r t i n g their house representatives with continuous cheers and colourful waving flags and ribbons. Numerous records were broken and one new event was introduced - senior Softball Throw.

On the actual day, with Krome House in the lead, many participants performed spectacularly (considering the weather conditions) in II ballgames and track events as old records were once again broken. Due to the slippery track, however, all hurdle events were sensibly but annoyingly cancelled.

Traditionl events such as the House vs. School vs. Staff Relay,

the crossball - in w h i c h the staff and athletics captains competed - the Year 12 novelty race and the intricate m a r c h i n g were fortunately held. But for many devoted house members, the main feature of the day was the presentation of trophies.

With Berry House w i n n i n g the Junior Secondary Cup, K r o m e House being awarded the Middle School Cup and Cato House righteously claiming the Senior School Cup, the final aggregate scores were: Krome Berry Cato Nevile Fitchett

1736 points 1735 points 1717 points 1701 points 1611 points

Full credit must be given to both the captains for their fine organisation and to all the staff and house officials (in protective attire!) whose efficiency enabled both days to flow safely a c c o r d i n g to schedule.

Let us now await next year's house athletics carnival, praying for at least a few bursts of u n a c c u s t o m e d sunshine!

Koula Vasiliadis

Sports Day: Year 12 Novelty Race

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BERRY HOUSE REPORT 1986 Berry maintained their "never say die" spirit t h r o u g h o u t the year whenever wearing our purple colours. The House spirit and comradeship between all levels was fantastic, ensuring we worked as one large house whenever possible. The Berry BBQ'a were great fun, the purple pancakes, icecream, c a k e a n d jelly ensured we all were purple Myrtle supporters t h r o u g h and through!

The first major battle Myrtle had to face was the inter-house s w i m m i n g sports where we came a t r i u m p h a n t second. Despite Myrtle's close encounter with death when she attempted to swim in the State S w i m m i n g centre pool, all went well, thanks to the dedication of Jo Donelly, Alison Laird and Tanya Duncan.

Despite c o m i n g second (by one point) in the House Athletics for the first time in twelve years, our House spirit was the best it has been all year. (We purposely lost just to give Krome a chance; I mean we wouldn't want to be hogs!!) Thanks to the hard work of Cayley and Nat (senior captains), Peta and Monica, the day was a great success!!!!!!

The House drama in all levels was a great success. Angie Black and I p r o d u c e d The Wish Peddlar w h i c h I'm sure all the cast will agree was great fun. More Berry talent shone t h r o u g h in the Middle School p r o d u c t i o n The Frankensteins are back in Town p r o d u c e d by Saran Whitford. U n d o u b t e d l y , junior secondary 'berrites' will put on a great production.

The Senior House music contest also proved just how much dedication many Berry members have, including our house mistress, Mrs. Chamberlain, who sang the massed item along with the rest of the House. We proudly w o n the proficiency cup which proved how m u c h we could work as a team. Thanks heaps to Steph and Rubina w h o put in m u c h hard work. The Chorals were great fun!

T h a n k s to all the House Mistresses, especially Mrs. C h a m b e r l a i n w h o s e n e v e r - e n d i n g s u p p o r t a n d enthusiasm made my j o b as House Captain much easier!

Thanks also to Miss Taylor and Mrs. Christie whose u n d y i n g Berry spirit shone through. Our fund-raising was a great success thanks to Mrs. Christie's organisation.

Mardi and all the other House recorders deserve a special mention for their invaluable organisation. Suzanne Cole and Katie Hunter, our middle and junior captains, were extremely enthusiastic and it was great getting to know true " p u r p l e " supporters. I know they'll continue to aid Myrtle in the c o m i n g years. (Vippeeeeeee)

BERRY J.S.S. CAPTAINS: Left to right: Monica Fairiey, Duncan.

BERRY HOUSE Michelle Mullins,

Katie Hunter,

Sue-Anne

Williams,

Tanya

CAPTAINS: Suzanne Cole.

Finally, I'd like to thank Steph whose dedication as Vice-House Captain was never-ending. Proudly wearing purple colours she helped me maintain our fantastic House-Spirit, and kept me on my toes. Thanks heaps, (you're unreal "Mushroom").

I have really loved being House-Captain this year and am p r o u d of all the captains and Berry enthusiasts. Let's hope Myrtle survives t h r o u g h another year; perhaps she may need a neck reconstruction to keep her body and head together! G o o d luck in the future Berry, as a team, and a House: You're unreal!!!!!!

Bim Kiely (House Captain)

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BERRY SPORTS CAPTAINS: Back: Sue Bauer, Vanessa Clarkson, Nova Gibson, Melissa Jeffcott, Jodie Storey, Front: Kelly Lovel, Athena Greenall, Alison Laird, Suzanne Cole, Saran Whitford.

BERRTY SENIOR SCHOOL CAPTAINS Left to right: Mardi Trompf, Kim McMeeken, Cayley Matson, Joanne Doonelly, Stephanie Chin, Tara Moore, Jenny Byass, Angie Black, Lisa Jones.

Michelle

Rubina

Mullins,

Alpitsis,

Lizzie

Coghlan,

Mrs. Chamberlain,

Peta

Kennedy.

Justine

Kiely, Gaby

Bovery,

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CATO J.S.S. Left to right: Course.

CAPTAINS: Belinda Billing,

Louise

Bales,

Louise

Findiay,

Gillian

CATO HOUSE REPORT Right f r o m the w o r d go, the C A T O captains and members of the "Enthusiasm C o m m i t t e e " gave their 100% effort to raise the long lost C A T O H O U S E spirit and make 1986 the best year yet for all C A T O N I A N S .

Pooh w e l c o m e d in his new Captains at his teddy bear's picnic starting Term 1 w i t h a bang. As we m u n c h e d on our teddy bear biscuits, it was u n a n i m o u s l y decided that C A T O was going to WIN this year, and have a great time.

We t r i u m p h a n t l y took home the Senior s w i m m i n g cup and, although we came 3rd overall at the s w i m m i n g sports, we sure looked and cheered like winners with a huge new banner and "designer label" C A T O T-shrts. (Many thanks must go to Lisa Retford and Sonia Giddings for their w o n d e r f u l leadership and also Nat Ohlson for organising the T-shirts.)

C A T O then went on to win the Senior drama (again!) with their p r o d u c t i o n Waiting For Dark. C o n g r a t u l a t i o n s to all those involved, especially the captain, Mary Clayton. Middle School Drama enthusiasts came a w o n d e r f u l second with their weird play - The Infamous Soothing System of Professor Maillard.

Thanks to the Captains Genevieve Blanchett and Jo Goodridge.

The athletics (although at O l y m p i c Park and in the rain!) were a great success for C A T O . Thanks to Karolyn Beach, Lee Martin and the dedicated few who almost fainted f r o m blowing up balloons for the occasion and to the other C A T O lovers who cheered our c h a m p s on to w i n n i n g the Senior Cup! A win in the Senior Oratory, t o p p e d off by Vij Joshi, Felicity Lewis and Sally M c D o n a l d w i n n i n g the Senior debating, boosted CATO's mega point score - Fantastic!

Second term b r o u g h t even bigger wins in Netball and Pooh wants to thank the true blue C A T O crew who celebrated his "2nd" Birthday on J u n e 20th. The team w o r k and co-operation paid off when, bedecked in blue ribbons, C A T O waltzed out of the Choral c o m p e t i t i o n with the Cup! Many thanks to Bronnie McLean and Jacki Ogeil for their never-ending enthusiasm.

Also congratulations to the Middle School instrumentalists for their superb performance.

Warm thanks must be given to our amazing house mistresses (who kept us organized!), Mrs. Swale, Miss Buckley and Mrs. McDonald and to all the C A T O captains for their hard work, (with a special bug hug to our "ace potato face" house captains and recorders).

You only get out of C A T O HOUSE what y o u put into it and all those participants this year s h o u l d feel p r o u d of the FANTABULOUS results C A T O has achieved. Keep that ol' P O O H POWER g o i n g in 1987!! Thanks heaps, You're ACE CATO!!

Cate Blanchett (Senior House Captain) Tanya J o h n s o n (Vice Senior House Captain)

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CATO MIDDLE SCHOOL CAPTAINS: Left to right:

Nicole

Ramsay,

Meredith

Lewis, Genevieve

Blanchett.

CATO MIDDLE SCHOOL CAPTAINS: Rear: Jo Bruce, Fleur Smith, Jackie Head, Fiona Barnett.

Front: Nicole Ramsay, Genevieve Blanchett, Meredith Lewis (captain),

Megan

Blackburn.

CATO COOLIES — SENIOR SCHOOL CAPTAINS Rear: Karolyn Beach, Felicity Lewis, Sonya Giddings, Dawn Young, Corinne Flather, Bronwyn McLean, Jackie Front: Jackie Rawlings, Lisa Retford, Vijaya Joshi, Cate Blanchett, Tanya Johnson, Edwina Rice, Melissa Killer,

Ogeil.

Sally Hyden.

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FITCHETT J.S.S. CAPTAINS: Left to right: Sarah Hoe, Angie Pantazi, Sarah Whitchurch, Georgi Coward, Moira Rogers, Chris Tan, Katrina Blundell, Kate Boykett, Fiona Calodoucas.

FITCHETT HOUSE REPORT 1986 Once upon a time there was a Golden Lion who was king of a big green concrete jungle. This Lion lived in a glorious yellow House called Fitchett. This Lion's great roar would echo through all the other Houses in the jungle and the other coloured creatures would tremble with fear.

The Lion's roar would reverberate on special jungle occasions and worship sessions (House Meetings). The Lion had many little Cubbette helpers who wouldenthusiasticallysupporttheir House in jungle competitions.

At the start of the year all the coloured jungle creatures met around a big pond (with artificially coloured, flavoured, and scented water) to have swimming races. Although cats don't like water, the Cubbettes did extremely well, especially in roaring the loudest, under the leadership of Lionesses Kirsty Allen and Fi Werner.

Shortly after the swimming, the creatures congregated during a tropical rain storm, despite muddled jungle reports (the torn torn was wet) in a concrete park next to a swamp (called the Yarra) for the athletic sports. Although Fitchett came fifth, Emma Anderson and Monika Wolf proudly led the Cubbettes for an orderly promenade around the park. Everyone who participated put a lot of mighty lion-power into their events.

Next on the jungle calendar was the Drama, where the Cubbettes donned "Shirts" in a play capably directed by Captains Jane Robin and Kym Hartness. In the Middle School drama Fitchett had a rip-roaring win with their play The Haunted Carousel. Thanks go to all the Cub cast and Cub Captains, Emma Clayton, Cathy Donnison and Sue Dunford.

Soon the Cubbettes were busy tuning their howls into melodic roars for the Chorals. The Lionesses (Senior School) won the Variety item and came third overall with harmonic help from Liz Lor, Kate Woodward, Fleur Watters and Micki Inglis. Middle School came second with their musical prowess.

In the Oratory Competition, Head Lioness, Lou Dunn, showed her teeth and in one mighty roar of a speech came joint-first with a blue teddy bear. Middle School Debaters roared into the final - congratulations!

Back on the swamp (Yarra") the rowers excelled, coming second and third in Middle School, and winning both A and B events in Senior School.

Thanks go to our new Lion Tamer, Tarzan Ellis, w h o joined us half way through the year, astounding us with his enthusiasm as well as Mrs. Meyers and Ms. Ditloff. We would also like to put oik. paws together in appreciation of all the work done by Lionesses (Captains) and Cubbettes (participants) for their undying support this year, especially Middle School Captains Kate Axup and Cathy Donnison, and Junior Secondary School Captains, Kate Boycott and Georgi Coward. Demetra Giannakopoulos deserves mention for her infinite patienceand talent as House Recorder.

Thanks for a fun year!

Jo Taylor and Ruth Browning.

Lions seem to be particularly good at hockey, coming second in Junior Secondary School, and winning in Middle School and Senior School. Well done!

Jungle Gym was another big event where we won the Senior School Cup and the Proficiency Cup to come second over all.

All that swinging from vines and trees in the jungle came in handy at last!!

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FITCHETT MIDDLE SCHOOL CAPTAINS: Kate Axup (left) and Cathy Donnison.

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MIDDLE

SCHOOL

CAPTAINS:

Wendy O'Brien,

Emma Clayton,

SENIOR

SCHOOL

Cathy Donnison,

Kate Axup,

Kathy Payne, Michelle

Harvey.

CAPTAINS:

Rear: Lisa Burgess, Fiona Werner, Kirsty Allen, Michelle Hutchens, Freya Cahill, Amber Selleck, Megan Webber, Iresha Gunawardena.

Front: Demetra Giannakopoulos, Emma Anderson, Jo Taylor, Ruth Browning, Jane Robin, Kym Hartness, Penny Reeves, Jenny Hendriks.

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'TOiome KROME HOUSE REPORT 1986 In 1986, Krome House has had a successful year, thanks to the energetic support f r o m a majority of the house members.

Junior Secondary House Captain, Brooke C h a p m a n and Vice Captain, Charlene Egan, supported the year six, seven and eight girls well and their enthusiasm has been invaluable.

Junior Secondary has always been noted for their unlimited energy and this year has been no exception. Thanks also to the untiring efforts of Mrs. Ritter who has given encouragement and guidance in every house activity.

Middle School has w o r k e d hard this year to keep the Krome House spirit high. House Captain Sue W o o d and Vice Captain Emma Harvey have w o r k e d with dedication in all areas of house activity to ; inspire the girls to participate to their full capacity.

The year nines and tens, led by Sharni Osier and Lindy Tresize, excelled themselves in the athletics, allowing the wet conditions to bring out the Kromarian all-weather skills.

The Middle School girls presented an amusing interpretation of The Emperor's New Clothes directed and p r o d u c e d by Kate Origlasso and Lysette Guild. Emma Harvey and Carolyn Jones displayed their limitless energy in the Middle School chorals to enhance the singing talent of the year nines and tens. The dedication and hard work paid off as K r o m e lost to Nevile by only six points - Congratulations! Thanks also to Ms. Williamson w h o did a fantastic job of inspiring and e n c o u r a g i n g girls to excel themselves in ,all areas of house activity.

The year started off well for the Seniors by w i n n i n g the S w i m m i n g Cup, led by Carolyn T h o m p s o n and Kate Brownlee.

How could we not do well after the green jelly sponge cake at our 7.00 breakfast by the Yarra? A l t h o u g h the Seniors excelled themselves, Krome was not fortunate e n o u g h to win the overall cup.

Hyper-ventilating from excessive balloon b l o w i n g with a c o m b i n a t i o n of j e l l y , muesli and orange juice led Krome to an exciting o n e - p o i n t victory in the Athletics. Thanks to Captains Mandy Robinson and B r o n w y n Parker for their enthusiasm, even when weather c o n d i t i o n s were poor. Congratulations to all Krome athletes w h o helped to break Berry's thirteen year reign over the Athletics Cup.

KROME J.S.S. CAPTAINS: Left to right: Taryn Smith, Julie Chapman, Gabrielle McGlade.

Marshall,

Samantha

Todero,

Brooke

Krome's c o n t i n u i n g success was evident in the Senior Drama when we came second to an excellent play f r o m Cato. Kylie Webb and Clare Langley took a new approach this year in creating the script themselves. Much dedication was contributed by all cast members and our stage manager, Kate Prideaux to produce this c h a l l e n g i n g play.

The major event in term t w o was undoubtedly the chorals. A special thanks to Jo Lo and Kate Patterson w h o really dedicated themselves to ensure K r o m e excellence. House spirit was electrifying in the massed song and participation was outstanding by both years eleven and twelve.

Thanks to all other K r o m e Captains w h o have organized sporting and oratory teams efficiently to produce excellent results.

Our house mistress, Mrs. Woods, has been o v e r w h e l m i n g l y supportive in all areas of K r o m e activity, always being there to encourage the girls. We really appreciate this, Mrs. Woods, and Krome could not have been successful w i t h o u t your caring attitude.

All Krome girls have c o n t r i b u t e d in their o w n fields to keep the house spirit high and allow K r o m e to be that extra leap ahead.

G o o d luck to all Kromites for 1987 and thank y o u for being a dedicated and fun loving house this year.

Anita Wood and Prue Heeley

KROME MIDDLE SCHOOL Emma Harvey (Vice Captain)

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CAPTAINS: & Susan Wood

(Captain)

KROME

SENIOR

SCHOOL

CAPTAINS

Rear: Kylie Hall, Sandy Smythe, Jo Gunston, Sue Williams, Julie Smith, Kate Patterson, Kerryn O'Brien, Sony a Steiner, Kate Brownlee, Fiona McGregor.

Front: Carolyn Thomson, Kate Albiston, Mandy Robinson, Sally Thompson, Prue Heeley, Anita Wood, Kylie Webb, Clare Langley, Jo-anne Lo.

KROME

MIDDLE

SCHOOL

CAPTAINS

Emma Harvey, Sue Wood, Romy Biddle,

Kate Vandersluys,

Lysette

Gild, Kate Origlasso,

Sharney

Osier, Lisa

Day.

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Tlevile NEVILE HOUSE REPORT 1986 1986 has been a successful year for Nevile House. We started the year well, taking the proficiency, junior and aggregate cups at the inter-house swimming carnivals, a first for Nevile in the history of M.L.C. We performed well in term 1 sports; tennis, badminton, softball, and a great display of co-ordination and enthusiasm (despite the dismal weather) at the athletics carnival.

Second term proved to be just as successful in sporting areas; Nevile House members showed tremendous skill in netball, table-tennis, hockey, gymnastics, life-saving and cross country (the last for which we took out the senior cup).

We excelled in the area of music, winning proficiency and massed singing, and coming a close second in senior chorals, while Middle School's talented singers won their contest.

Throughout the year enthusiasm has been shown by an increasing number of house members, and thus an increasing number of successful results in all areas have been achieved.

Appreciation and congratulations must be extended to all who participated in house activities this year.

We hope the success of Nevile House will continue in 1987 and the following years.

NEVILE MIDDLE SCHOOL CAPTAINS: Olivia Millard (left) and Jacyi Shaw.

Geraldine Millard, Trudi Smith (Stay cool and keep smiling)

NEVILLE J.S.S. CAPTAINS: Left to right: Bronwyn Tweddle, Libby Svars, Rowena McKinnon, Irene Jedjud, Samantha Robinson, Anna Cafasso.

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Front: Emma Leary, Corinna Mitchell, Rebecca Frazer, Olivia Millard, Jacyi Shaw (Captain), Lisa Benallack.

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THE SENIOR DRAMA FESTIVAL One of the major events of the school year is the Senior School House Drama Festival. It gives many H.S.C. girls one last chance to say publicly s o m e t h i n g or do s o m e t h i n g that means a lot to them.

The plays, w h i c h each run for approximately thirty minutes, are put on over two consecutive nights by each of the five houses: Cato, Berry, Fitchett, Nevile and Krome. There are three plays performed on the first night and the remaining t w o on the second night. All the plays are amateur productions, with girls doing all the set design, technicalities and directing. The teachers only supervise to see that no major disasters happen.

For w i n n i n g the competition, the successful House is awarded the Senior Drama Cup and also the prestige of having the best play. The decision on w h o wins is made by an adjudicator who has nothing to do with the school so his j u d g e m e n t can be totally impartial. He or she is usually someone w h o has a great deal to do with the theatre. This year we had a man w h o was a N.I.D.A. graduate and w h o had directed as well as acted in some professional stage productions.

On the first night, we had Nevile, Berry and Cato respectively.

The first play was a light comedy, called Agatha Christie Made Me Do It. Berry was next with The Wish Pedler. This was also a comedy. At the start, the t w o captains came on stage dancing w h i c h was an entertaining beginning. They t o l d the audience that they hadn't chosen a play so there wasn't a n y t h i n g to see.

The rest of the play was about their wishing for a play. Cato House was last with their adaptation of The Girl in the Mirror, w h i c h they called Waiting for Dark. This focused on the delicate subject of teenage suicide, w h i c h was sensitively and tastefully done.

The second and final night saw Fitchett and Krome. Fitchett's play, called Shirts, was about teenagers c o n f o r m i n g to the trends that one person sets and how when a n y t h i n g comes in to upset their trend, they get angry. It said that teenagers like and

need to c o n f o r m . Krome was the last house to put on a production. The captains had written their o w n play called Harlequin. This play c o m m e n t e d on society and people's beliefs in God. The opening scene was breathtaking. There were approximately five statue-like figures standing in front of a blood-red background.

There was quality in all productions and the audience responded well. Cato House w o n and Krome came second.

Overall the entire festival was an enjoyable experience.

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TANIA ADGEMIS

MELISSA ADOFACI

"You should see this guy at work."

"I don't want to talk to him ever again".

ANNA ADSETT "Bunny".

KATE ALBISTON "I'm getting bored, it's been three weeks!"

JrrTT: JOCELYN ALLEN

KIRSTY ALLEN

KIRSTEN ALLSHORN

JENELLE ALLSOP

"I missed another Music A meeting".

"I hate kids - I'm NOT in a BAD mood!"

"My life is a melodrama" .

"Natasha's brother is soooooo cute".

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"Disco Sensation of 1986".

"Want anything from the tuck? I'll take my schoolbag".

"You must be up to no good!"

NAOMI BAKER

SALLY-ANN BALHARRIE

LARISSA BANNISTER

"My head feels empty:.

"I'll be up at graphics if you want me".

RUBINA ALPITSIS

EMMA ANDERSON

"Get off me!

You're squashing my diaphragm!"

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CHRISTINA BARBER {\ an hour before the dance) "I haven't finished my dress yet".

FLEUR BARTOLD

ANN BAYLEY

KAROLYN BEACH "God, some people are vegetables".

'Oh, Graham".

CAROLYN BEALE

JODIE BENALLACK

MELISSA BENNETT

NICOLE BICKNELL

"Taken on a rare day at school".

'I'm losing my tan!"

"Come down to Magic Munch".

"Tragedy strikes!

I need an M and M fix".

CATE BLANCHETT

LYNDEL BLOYE

ANNA BLUNDELL

"That's really chumpy! Give up on life!"

"That girl needs a bullet!"

"I really, really feel like hitting someone today!"

ANGIE BLACK "Oh Martina she's so sexy!i "

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GABY BOVERY "You should have seen what Ralph did "

SARAH BOWLES 'Hmmmmm".

LANELLA BROWN

WENDY BROWN

"I need to go on a diet".

"My birthday is on November 'sux'

KATRINA BROWNLEE

DONNA BRZEZINSKI

VICTORIA BUCKLEY

"Immer auf deutsch bitte!"

"I've got olive skin in summer".

"That's beautiful".

LISA BURGESS

BRONWYN BURTON

MARGARET BYASS

"Was he up there, this morning?"

"A man who buys cheap after-shave makes a guy with lots of common scents".

ANNA CAHILL

JENNY CAMPBELL

KYLIE CAMPBELL

"The waves are pumpin' man let's get a barrel ..."

"I've got a headache in my eye".

PAULINE CHIU

BELINDA CLARK

RUTH BROWNING "What?"

"Do you need a tissue?"

ANITA CHIPPINDALL President of the Mickey Mouse Club

'Oh Dear!"

"I'm never getting married".

LUCY BYRNE "Let's go to Magic Munch!"

STEPHANIE CHIN

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MONIQUE COLE "Do you wear black lingerie?" I can't believe you wear an underwire bra!"

KATHERINE COOK "I'll do it tomorrow."

ERICA COPE

NARELLE CURRIE

"He was a mistake!

"It's long and hard.

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FRAN DALZIEL Winner of the Dame Nelly Melba side kick award.

JO DONNELLY 'Oh, really?"

SAM DOWNES "I'm not getting involved. I'm going to sit on the fence - barbed wire or not!"

DENISE DELLAS "Can I ask you a question?"

SUSAN DONKIN "No! No! You don't understand!"

PIP DRURY "Re-MARK-able year!"

JENNY DEUTSCH

HEATHER DONALDSON

"I feel like a packhorse and now I'm turning into a doorstop."

'I don't think so.'

KIM DOOLEY

JEANNIE DOUFAS

"If Cam can't go, I'm not going."

LOU DUNN "Ace Potatoface!

WA!"

FIONA DUNSTAN

S.

VANESSA DYETT

GEORGETTE EDRISINHA

"I'm so fit, I'm dangerous.11

"I only have one nut per party!"

TAMARA ELIEZER "You're such a rebel!"

• PAULINE ESKANDER

DANNY FAHEY

TIFFANY FAIRWEATHER

"I wonder what he's doing now?'.'

"I'm speechless."

"Is anyone going to tuck?"

SUSAN ENGLEHART "Where's Leigh?

SUE FAKHRAI Lab skills/the phantom photographer.

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SUE FINDLAY

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LYNN FIRTH

GEORGIA FAWCETT

KAREN FINDLAY

"Oh, really ...!"

"Bubbles - nothing but a dreamer ..."

"Sorry I'm late. I was at a Music Captains' Meeting."

"I feel like some chocolate."

AMANDA FISHER

CORINNE FLATHER

KATRINA FORD

MEGAN FORDHAM

"I've got to go to

"I'm doing aerobics in period 5 and lunch!"

orchestra now."

Why?"

CATHY FRENCH

SALLY FRENCH

"I've done 142 aerobic sessions this year!"

"Wish me luck for my test!"

NAOMI FULLER

DEBRA FURNESS

"Do you know where Lisa is?"

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'G'day dick!"

JANINE FRIAR "John .... do you want a girlfriend?"

DEMETRA GIANNAKOPOULOS "Who cares what he does, as long as he's got a body!"

JODIE FUGE "FUDGIE" "Bloody homework!"

SONYA GIDDINGS 'Hello Neil

"

/

REBECCA GIMEL

LIZZI GLASSON

Dame Edna Gimel meets Big Ben.

"Boyfriends are too expensive."

KATE GRIFFIN "A strange quirk of fate."

ALISON GREEN "I can't help it!'

IRESHA GUNAWARDANA

JO GUNSTON

"I can accept people not liking me for being a daggy person ... because, well, I am a dag!"

"I've got 23 spares a cycle!"

SARAH GREENSTREET 'That's dirty!"

KYLIE HALL 'Can I have a bite?'

1.

. ~^ / i,

MEGAN HALL The only member to sample the senior centre bath whilst in uniform.

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SARAH HAMILTON

CLAIRE HARDING

KERRY HARRISON

"Roll up any old time."

Picture of Naivete

"I've had some really frustrating times when I can't fly."

f.

i: KYM HARTNELL

BRONWYN HAY

NICOLE HEBDEN 1

"That's so gross!

JENNY HENDRIKS

RACHEL HENRICKSEN

"I haven't decided if I like him yet!"

"Women don't like looking at other women's bodies."

KAYE HOLLIS

BRIDGET HORGAN

"No ... and everything like that."

SPIKE

"I don't care."

PRUE HEELEY "Steve Bell, Steve who?

Steve Bell?"

KATHERINE HENSHALL

DEBBIE HO

"D.H.Lawrence is an arrogant chauvinistic pig!"

"Alan ... he's cute, but not cute enough.

NATALIE HOWARD

SONIA HWANG "I'm going somewhere quiet so I can work!'

8.

SALLY HYDEN

LOUISA JANSEN

"Do I really laugh like an apple?"

"I tried again last night ..."

FIONA JOHNSON 'Thrill seeker!"

HEIDI JOHNSON 'That's dumb!"

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MARIA KAPOTIS

"If you push really hard these knobbly things drop off."

"Harry ate all my pralines yesterday."

ALISON KAY "My chook crowed this morning."

TRICIA KEATING "No ... but you can do it another way."

n ANGELA KENNER "Oooh, yuk!

Ben."

There's

BIM KIELY

MELISSA KILLER

"Anybody got any food for me ohh (thinking) - you know what I really want - something chumpy."

'I can handle it.'

GEORGINA KNUCKEY

"Look, I'm not mad. I'm j smiling; I can't be mad! i

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ERICA KOCSIS

NITA KOSTOLIAS

'Yes, it is my engage- ."Before I marry him, he's got to be good ment ring. in "

CLARE LANGLEY "It's just not Milton! Do you know what I mean?"

NICOLE LAMOUR 'Grouse, baby!"

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. a LEANNE LAWSON "Do you want to dip? I can only lead."

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JENNY LEE "When's 'Hey, Hey It's Saturday Night' on

KAREN LEIGHTON

NARDIA LEOPOLD

"Good-day folks."

"Should I really get back with him?"

ELSIE LIM

SANDRA LIM

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MELINDA LEWIS

JOANNA LIEW

"I only watched 3 hours of TV last night."

"If I never say anything."

VICKI LIU

MEGAN LLEWELLYN

"Ray took me to see Dynamic Hepnotics."

"Are the same morons who wrote the October test writing the exam.?"

"Mine's the handsomest one.'

JO LO Blows her nose: "Is that your cold?" asks Sandra. "No, my morning sickness."

"I think I'll pig out."

JANINE LOCKWOOD Wild thing!

10,

LIZ LOR

ANNA LOUGHNAN

ANNE LOUGHNAN

MARIA LOURANTOS

"I'm such a martyr!"

"I am really falling apart here!"

"I've got to go home.

AMANDA LUBRANSKY

MINDY MACLEOD

LINDA MANOS

"I don't belieeeve it."

"I'm going to be nice to everybody this term."

"I don't do it for the money."

LEE MARTIN

DEE MASON

CAYLEY MATSON

ANDREA MCCLELLAND

"Don't you dare say my hair's black!!"

"Wouldn't it be depressing if you ended up with this body in a later life and you had been cremated."

NICOLE McCLURE

CAROLINE McCULLOCH

SONIA McCULLY

"And so say all of us."

"Big names are in.'

"Oh my God, I'm going to fail!"

MARIA LOUZIS

1

'Don't yell at me!

"Drink?

Yes Please!'

"... something chronic ..."

ODETTE MCDONALD

KATE MCDONNELL "I mean, I drank but I didn't drink."

FIONA McGREGOR

FIONA McINTYRE

"What rot."

KIRSTEN McKERRAL "Ohhh!

He's so cute

/

BRONWYN McLEAN "Ahrwhoe! I need a cuddle."

KATHRYN MEYERS

KIM McMEEKEN "Virgin."

NATALIE MIKKELSEN

"I'm quoteless."

ROSEMARY MONTAGUE "To arouse is to arise" see N.Shugg.

ELENA McMELLAN "Who's going to the tuckshop for me?"

GERALDINE MILLARD "He didn't live after his death!"

TARA MOORE Turtle-head!

KATE MORRIS

MICHELLE METCALF "You child."

ROBYN MILLER 'That's sad."

JANET MORTON "What a degenerate!"

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JILL MURPHY

LEASA MURRAY

"I can't wait ..

"Oh, them golden chickens!"

ASTRID NEILL

ANDREA NEILSON

ILANA MUSHIN "Nu! Vats rrong vith der uddervon?"

MARCELLE NATOLI "Hi Marcie!"

KIT FONG NG

DEBBIE NISKI

"I'm so tired, I've got so much work to do."

"I don't know why I came today; I've only got 6 lessons."

KERRYN O'BRIEN

SAM O'BRIEN

JACKY OGEIL

MICHELLE O'NEILL

'What's la philia?"

"I had a good weekend, I can remember what I did.'

"Did you know that Tchaikovsky was a poof?..."

"I'm so confused."

ENN ONG

CLAIRE PAISLEY

SYLVIE PAPP

BRONWYN PARKER

"I'm disappearing."

"I'm just wearing Sophie's shoes in."

"I'm going home at recess."

"Mrs is going through menopause."

3.

KATE PATERSON (in a wobbly voice) "Ohhh noooo ...!"

SUE PEARSON "Basically yes."

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JANE PORT (in the library) "Is that a book on the shelf over there?"

HELENE PETRAS "I swear to God it was the biggest classic."

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MICHELLE PLIHAL "Do it, it's fun!"

/

VIRGINIA POTTER

AMY PRENDERGAST

'Where's Fleur?"

"I think you might be lying."

DEBBIE PRENTICE "I don't want to go to French."

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CAROLYN QUAN

MICHELLE RACKHAM "I'm even uglier without makeup."

"I count my Rowan as an extra subject."

LYNDELLE RAYMENT

KIRSTEN RAYMOND

"Oh, I didn't go to bed too late."

"I've gotta get my hair cut."

PENNY REEVES 'Ben

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JACKI RAWLINGS "I was christened an atheist."

KATE REID "We'll just put my baby in the locker."

MICHELLE RIDD

CLAIRE REYNOLDS

CHERYL RICARDO

The Girl with the Automatic Finger.

"Has anybody got a double spare?"

LUCY RIETHOF

'What was that?"

JANE ROBIN

ED RICE "Who's got some goss?"

MANDY ROBINSON

"There's nothing in my roll."

"Grant's coming!"

CATHY ROGERS

NATALIE ROLFE

JODIE ROYAL

"What am I getting dressed for; I'm only going to see Mr. Underwood."

"I'm the fat ugly cat."

"I got followed to school again this morning."

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MEL ROFFEY

EMMA RUDD "I want to be chocolate."

FELICITY RYAN "Guess what? I met someone else this weekend!!"

EMILY SALTER "What day is it?"

JACKIE SAULTRY "You need to shave your legs."

15*.

HELEN SCHLEIGER (Watermelon) "Are watermelons in season yet?"

JULIE SCHUTT "Is there a spare computer?"

SYLVIE SCHWARZ 'Erm

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AMBER SELLECK 'Oh, come on."

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TAMARA SENEVIRATNE

JENNY SHADBOLT

MELINDA SHEPHERD

NATASHA SHUGG

"I'll ring you once I've made our prac results up."

"So arise and be joyful." (see R.M.)

TRUDI SMITH

"I'm not a BP Quiet Achiever; I'm with Esso."

"Oh, My Lord!"

CATRIONA SINCLAIR

LISA SMITH

MELISSA SMITH

"Let's go to GRANS!"

"Come here, I've got hot goss."

"If I skip 6th and 7th I can watch 'Days of Our Lives.'

»~

SANDIE SMYTH "I'm still waiting for MR. ACE!"

'I'm sorry I forgot it."

-

TRACEY SMYTH

CAROLINE SPEECHLEY

LISA SPENCER

"What? What? What's going on?"

"Is anyone using the phone?"

"Hi Foo." "Let's go buy some chippies GAYLENE!!"

fc.

-

KATE STARCEVIC "I never actually do any homework."

SONJA STEINER

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JEANETTE SWANN

"It's Wednesday. Yay! "I like money."

Only two more days till the weekend!"

LINDA TAN "I'm not small."

TU LANG THAI

CAROLYN TAYLOR

CAROLINE TEHAN

"We're not going out together, we're just friends."

"You coming to aerobics?"

SOPHIE THALS

CAROLYN THOMSON

SALLY THOMSON

SONYA TISAY

"You all think I'm a tart."

"That teacher hates me so much."

"Do I hold my head like a cocky?"

"That's really sad!" (and anything to do with Alan Bond)

JO TAYLER "But I'm different."

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KIM TRAILL

JOANNE TREGEAR "I've just got to ring Glenn."

DONNA TREWIN "I wish I was a boy."

LIZ TRIGGS "It wasn't my fault that it blew up. Min did it."

(7.

MARDI TROMPF "I could be cool if I really wanted to.'

CAROL TSAO "I can't be bothered."

CHRISTINE TURSKY "Me? Violent?

Never!"

-

NAOMI TUTTON "Who? What?

Where? How?

When?

Why?"

TANIA TYE

WONIE UAHWATANASAKUL

LUCY UREN

MONIKA VELINS

"Quick! Quick!"

"Just Wonie U. Forget about the rest!"

"Who's taken my clarinet? Where have you put it?"

"Cheer up Chook!"

KAREN WATTS

ROBYN WEATHERILL

HANNAH WEAVER

"Oh, that's a bit of a funny one!"

"It was soooo ace!"

LEANNE WEEKS

FIONA WERNER

FLEUR WATTERS 'He's divine!"

KYLIE WEBB "With Mr. Underwood you can produce anything."

MEGAN WEBBER "Mmm".

"I can't be late, I've got English with Mr. Fry!"

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AMANDA WIGG

NICOLE WILCOX

KAREN WILKIE

"I do not like him.

All right."

"Should I split up with him?"

'Don't worry, Karen's only acting dumb."

KAREN: "I'm not acting."

NATALIE WILL (concerned voice) "Oh how are you?"

GWYN WILLIAMS

MONIKA WOLF

KATE WOODWARD 'Hee, Hee, Hee!"

CAROLYN YOUNG "Tuck, Tuck, Tuck ...

I had two hours sleep last night."

'I love Bren."

GAYLENE WRIGHT "Ohmahyawa! That's disgusting!

Bloody trendies!"

'Hi Buddy!"

JANE WILKINSON FRIDAY: "I'm not going to see Paul this weekend."

MONDAY: "I saw Paul this weekend !"

ANITA WOOD To Anita: "Your Mum's looking for you."

SANDRA YAN

SANDRA WYATT "I'm a good girl: I know nothing."

"When I touch him in his sensitive spot "

DAWN YOUNG

VANESSA YOUNG

"I don't really have an English accent."

'So what are you wearing?"

MANY THANKS TO

:

Ma. Cate Carter, Mr. Chris Notsis

and

Mrs. Judith Sedgeaan,

for their help in the completion of this booklet.