Pegasus 1981

Cover: The Stained Glass in the east window is the work of the boys of Winchester College, England, and was installed when the Dining Hall was built in 1929.

PEGASUS 1981 VOL. LXXIV

CONTENTS EDITORIAL

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COLLEGE LIFE: Boarding House Review Drama Prefects Report

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LITERATURE

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Library Council

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SPORT

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Football Tennis Netball Hockey Rowing Cricket Basketball, Soccer, Swimming & Athletics Team Photographs Sports Prizes 1981

VALETE

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EDITORIAL

Regardless of the quality of any single edition, Pegasus will always be an important historical record of school life. This importance becomes apparent when previous copies are examined, but it is now time for the school community to realize that our essential record of each year as it concludes is one of history as it is made. The opportunity to record happenings in pictures and prose must not be passed over. Members of the School should see it as a duty to contribute so that the record can be as complete as possible. Pegasus relies upon the combination of many different reports on school sport and other activities. It is the responsibility of the participants of these various activities to write these reports which are then collected and compiled by the editors. The members of staff leaving this year will leave a gap which the new will find hard to fill. This magazine will miss Mr Robert Doyle for his time consuming efforts in this Pegasus and previous years' editions. From this time on we should make a concerted effort to do justice to this important part of our lives by contributing to future outstanding editions of Pegasus. Heidi Allen, Sue Mulligan, Samantha Rattray-Wood. (editors)

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COLLEGE LIFE

BOARDING

MOSSGIEL

MACKIE HOUSE 6.45 a.m. ... Monday morning... A bedraggled Boarding House Master drags his carcass out of bed to start another week of torture. "Not too long in the showers!" "Have ya made ya bed yet?" "Don't you guys believe in fresh air?" These rhetorical questions are impressed on yet another set of young boarders. Those well known sixth form "security blankets", have become somewhat nostalgic in Mackie House. This year saw the fifth form prefects taking the responsibilities upon themselves to settle in the newcomers. The exportation of masters seemed to be greater than the imports (we must be disliked) at the start of the year. However, the late comer, Mr Delaney, caused a sigh of relief from other masters. The legendary face of Mr Riordan was welcomed back after one year's visit to the United States. This year has also put an end to moments of eternal clowning within the House. After seven years Mr McLeod has decided to leave us. Seven years may seem a long time to put up with one master but Mr McLeod has shown time and time again that his co-operation with, and understanding of the boys is first rate. He is "on call" all hours of the night and goes out of his way to make life more pleasant. I am sure you would find that not only the present boarders are proud of Mr McLeod's effort but so too would be the old boys who have been under his command.

Like previous years, yet again Mackie has been outstanding in sporting achievement. Representation in first teams was reached by: Russell Simpson, David Pearson, Paul Selleck, Stephen Walsgott in football, in hockey by Steven Conradi, Tim Stevenson and Jim McLeod and in cricket by David Pearson and Russell Simpson. John Calvert reached the peak of firsts tennis. An excellent performance in athletics was given by Tim Caithness, winning the under sixteen championship. The most important sport, which must not be missed, is rowing. Good performances were by Ashley Bufton in the 2 nd VIII and congratulations must go to Bill Stephinson, a member of the 3rd VIM winning crew. November, being noted as the festive season, (not only by the boarders) saw a surprise party being thrown for Mr McLeod. Marking his final year he was presented with a silver platter from the boys of 1981 by Phillip Buck. The night was enjoyed by all who were present. Of course, thanks must go to the masters, Mr MacBryde, Mr Riordan, Mr Delaney and Mr Underwood, for their time and tolerance. An extended thanks must be made to Mr Underwood for the annual leasing out of his penthouse for a birthday disco party. Finally a big thanks must go to Mrs Oswald whose patience and dedication continue to be outstanding. Each new year sees room for bigger things in the boarding house and next year I hope everybody enjoys boarding just as much as we did this year. Gary Laidlaw

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For most of us, the years spent at Mossgiel will be remembered as the happiest, most memorable days of our lives. This year has been no exception. The family "over the road" had many unforgetable moments: the constant amazement of Ray Burgess dressing up as a girl,the timeTraceyMcDonald'sfish thought its days were numbered when, while she was cleaning the water, it went down the drainpipe; the times spent dancing to the Mossgiel No. 1 album, Dire Straits," Making movies"; orthe sad, sorrowful death of Jane Dunning's budgie (Sarah Green sat on it!) Let's not forget the numerous citings of Stephen Jennings' philosophies, that attempted to find the meaning of H.S.C. The weeks spent trying to decipher one of Mr Richards' jokes. Also, let's not forget to mention the special occasions, like when the Dining Hall served Chicken Tetrazine (better known as Chicken Tetrachloride), for dinner. Such were some of the lighter times of Mossgiel, and perhaps the ones best remembered, the bad aspects either forgotten or joked about: like the regular conditioning of Mr Olsen's weed beds for visiting "no visiting" zones. Yet Mossgiel is a boarding house in which the all important School-work is not neglected. Although we had a lot of fun we also did a lot of work. All the boarders would like to thank Mr Olsen, Mr Seeckts, Mr McLaren, Mr Richards, Miss Eggleston and Mrs Wildberger for their time and contributions, making Mossgiel the unique boarding house it is. Anne Stephenson.

HOUSE REVIEW COLES

KEITH

McLEAN

1981 has proved to be an exciting and enjoyable year for Coles in all aspects. Coles members have shown a rare display of enthusiasm and willingness to participate in all House activities. The rising House spirit is very much in evidence in the House room as well as on the sports fields.

It is always hard to start up a new House and with Keith, the distance from the main body of the School could have created extra difficulties with regard to House spirit. However, "House spirit" has been very evident in Keith and the actual results in inter-House sport quite good considering the small size of the House (fifty members).

This year the two new Houses, Keith and McLean, combined successfully for some sporting events. "Mceith" finished third in the common cents competition and fifth in football. (Next year we hope to work out j ust how many players there are in a football team!) Thanks to Andrew Hawker, John Lewis and Michael Livingston, as well as mercenaries, Burgess and Lawrence for strong support.

Once again Coles has been successful in inter-House sporting competitions. This year we took out first places in the swimming, athletics, cross-country, senior football and netball, and an equal first in the juniorfootball. We also performed well in the boys' hockey, with a team almost entirely comprised of footballers coming runners-up. The girls' hockey and debating teams, although lesssuccessful, featured involvement and participation from all ends of the House. The success of Coles in all these activities can be attributed to the comm itment and thorough organisation shown by many individuals in the House. Coles has continued to sponsor it's refugee and this has led to a wide variety of enjoyable, fund-raising activities. David MacKay and Alistair Kerr must be congratulated on pioneering the "Footy Picks", a most successful feat, which will, no doubt, be continued in future years. Two ice-skating sessions in Melbourne proved very amusing and gave Kay Butterworth an opportunity to show her style in the rink. A money raising tabletennis competition run by Todd Hogan was the cause of many memorable battles over the table-tennis table. Shortly afterwards Todd left suspiciously for a lengthy overseas trip. Dinner at Bunratty Castle, in Melbourne, turned out to be a fun night for all form levels. However, the highlight of our social yearwas ourfamous"House night". A very light-hearted and entertaining evening revealed much unknown talent in our House members. One of the more interesting acts of the night was, "The Nolan Sisters", led by David Pearson. A sixth form dinner at "Mambo's" was an ideal opportunity to farewell Joyce Gilchrist. It also provided the sixth formers with a chance to get to know "the new Mrs Buttenshaw". Finally, I must thank Mr Buttenshaw for his contribution to Coles. His efficiency, support and dedication have been the makings of an outstanding House. Thanks must also be extended to the Tutors and all the sixth formers for their work in the House throughout the year. Angela Read

An equal first in inter-House debating proved to be the highlight of the year. Barrie Edwards was a particularly good debater. From the sporting prowess and enthusiasm shown in the lower forms it is obvious that Keith will go from strength to strength in years to come. Special mention must go to Dianne Blair who was junior swimming champion.

On its own, McLean showed some of its well hidden talent. After the inspiration of Kim McCollum and Sally McGinn in swimming, Gary and Mark Filbay in athletics, Mandy Nancarrow followed with a strong performance in debating. Tennis stars Gary Filbay and Peter Williams provided a strong first pair, Caroline "co-ordination" Adams and Anna "crusher" Because w,e are only a small House, "the Bayley were a good second pair, while triers" should also be mentioned - Danny Kim McCollum and Sophie Nancarrow Vaughan, Peter McDonald, Brendyn played well in netball. These efforts, along Hawthorne, Di Blair, Lochiel Crafter, with all those who provided support in Steven Gude, Kim Patterson, Karen the team sports deserve congratulations Goldsworthy, Robyn Grove, Mark Barber, and thanks. Sarah Green, Peter Oates and Kim Pettigrew all contributed impressively. Bryan McLean's Tuesday morning entertainment continued this year, with one partand Denis kept us all amused. icularly memorable performance from Early in the year, House Prefects, Debbie Mike Cave in which a stray yo-yo cleared Lewis and "the girl with the reputation", the back row of Third Formers like nothing Karen Jones organised a House bar- ever before it. becue. Barbecuer extraordinaire, Mr Doyle, managed to cook the meat to From all those leaving at the end of this year, thanks to Mr Gibson, MrSpooner, perfection. Mr Hart and Mrs Colechin, and cheers to Debbie and Karen, and the other House the spirit of next year. But Surely! Prefects - Rebecca Law (Vice-Captain), Allan Stevenson Sally Grove and newcomer, Janet Patterson and other various members of the House- Peter McDonald, Rod Hill, Barrie Edwards, Mark Barber, Tim Blair and Steve Jennings - were also very active in the organization of and participation in the various House sports and social activities. Speaking of which, the sixth form dinner with McLean at Savvas was "memorable". Support also came from our courageous House Tutors- Mr(Bosley) Richards, Mr (Sticks) Riordan and Miss Goodlett. Housemaster, Mr Doyle, although lacking, in leadership, courage and administrative abilities (only joking) lead the House with an iron hand. Actually, we are all very sorry to see him leaving Keith (I think the walk to the House Room finally wore him down) and wish him luck in his new position at Lauriston. Good luck Keith!! Liz Lester

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McARTHUR HOUSE This year has once again been a credit to Calvert House, with all members continuing to show great House spirit, enthusiasm and a willingness to support and participate in many House activities. The House room itself throughout the year has had members from all Houses congregating in it, showing the popularity of Calvert's members - as well as its tabletennis table. As far as sport is concerned Calvert started on an excellent note obtaining second place in both athletics and swimming. Good performances were by Hamish Salmon, Peter Bates, Stephen Armstrong, Michael Johns, Serrin Wylie, Fiona Purnell, Simone Leeder and in the diving, "RRRhonda" Ponder. In the football Calvert were well represented atfull-forward by ouranswerto Michael Roach;"Townsa". Not only did Tony have a successful season in the seconds and thirds, but capped it off with miraculous goals in House football. Other good efforts were put in by Chris Abery, Michael Johns, Craig Smith, Stephen Armstrong and Jon Ide. Stuart Carraill may have been a leading goal scorer if he could kick accurately from close range but made up for his efforts here by competing with "Idy" vigorously for the "Calvert stud of the year". Also, in football, the hockey players showed their true colours; although they didn't receive any for their efforts. At their own game though, they were placed fourth.

On the social scene a very successful (hie) night was had by all at the sixth form dinner which was held at "Savvas". While the life of the party was Mr Leyshon who kept us amused with his somewhat controversial jokes our chief wine taster Mr (Lee Cooper) Owens was contemplating with some reluctance the long drive back to Williamstown. Our annual Calvert ice-skating night at Footscray was also very enjoyable and was eagerly greeted by the "punk rock" sector of the House: Annie Angelovich (President), Sue Collins (Secretary) and Robyn Pugh (Treasurer). Good spills were had by Andrew Hobbs. On a more serious note, the House must say thank you and farewell to Miss Barkley who left the House in second term and good luck for the future to Mr Seeckts who has taken over. Finally, I would like to express my sincere thanks to the House Tutors who have done a tremendous job throughout the year, and wish Calvert even greater success in the future. Paul Gorell

It has been an eventful, varied, and at times exciting year for McArthur. We began a well-attended barbecue, including parents and staff, which allowed everyone to feel part of the House. Other social events included a sixth form evening at "Culloden Castle" and a third form trip to Luna Park. All of these were successful and thoroughly enjoyed. In House debating, long a traditional strength of McArthur, we came equal first with Keith. There were also creditable performances in the boys' hockey team, who managed to win, depriving a proud Coles, of at least one victory. A wholehearted effort in athletics and swimming resulted in us coming fourth in both. In team sports of football, girls' hockey and netball, McArthur was able to extend worthy competition and achieve similar results. Perhaps the most striking feature of the year, has been the progress within the House room itself. We formed the House Room Committee, with Adam Murphy as Chairman, from which has flowed many changes and improvements. Decorative posters, furniture mended, acoffee shop started and newspapers purchased, are just a few of these. Warwick Spratt and Darren Taylor have skilfully decorated our wall, and created McArthur's newly acquired symbol - THE SKULL. The Common Cents Competition, which raised $476 for Colanda at Colac, was conceived and carried through by McArthur, during September. It was a great success, with Wettenhall coming home the victors and McArthur a close second. We thank all who have contributed towards the success of McArthur in '81, especially Mr MacBryde for his support and leadership. We say thanks and goodbye to Mrs Wood, for a lifetime of service to the College, and we wish Mr Hawkes all the best; we will no doubt miss his humour and involvement.

In the more rigorous girls events the netballers and hockey players turned in good performances being placed midfield in the netball and second in the hockey. The teams were ably led by Simone Leeder and Fiona Purnell. Culturally Calvert was represented in the areas of debating and music. Debating was organised by Norm (the big mouse) MacLeod who deserves a special mention, while dramatic debating skills were exhibited by "Townsa". More serious performances were by Bronwyn Eldridge, Christine Hunter, Brian Lawrence and Stuart Carraill (alias Charlie Brown). In music Sarah Huffam displayed her talents in School assemblies and performed admirably in local eisteddfords.

Finally I would like to thank the House Prefects fortheir support throughout the year, especially Ashley Seller as ViceCaptain, whose help has been invaluable. Karen Braithwaite

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SHANNON

WETTENHALL

MORRISON

Shannon has had moderate success this year but always prevailing was the enthusiasm and House spirit that endured in all forms of inter-House activities. Our debut in swimming this year nearly proved fatal for the Shannon members concerned and from then on we vowed to keep our heads above water. Athletics was just as grim, as we were once again proved the underdogs in that sport. However, special mention must be made of Ron Neugebauer, Andy Nosenda, Cassey Hill and Matthew Backwell for their excellent individual performances. For the first time in many years Shannon proved to be a strong force in the cultural field of debating. With devastating charm and character our "local" celebrity, "Ray" Burgess, accompanied by his equally impressive partner, Kadee Supina, led Shannon off to the first of many victories in an impressive style that other Houses found difficult to match.

The year draws to a close as it started for Wettenhall,on an enjoyable note. Looking back over the year, I am reminded of several highlights and achievements in the field of competition with the other seven Houses. The results of various House activities included a first in the "Common Cents" project for social service, for line of over 110 metres; a classy second in the football; a fine third in the athletics and swimming; a fourth in girls' netball; a third in boys' hockey and sixth in girls' hockey; and a likely first in the rowing and cricket if our'sound' plans go as well as last year. In all these activities, the effort and enthusiasm shown by everyone, was commendable.

1981 was opened by Morrison to great fanfare with the addition to the furniture of a brand new AM/FM stereo radio bought by some of our hard working sixth formers. We welcomed Miss Jarrett to the ranks of our distinguished tutors and prepared ourselves for a great year. Swimming was to be Morrison's first success: however, despite the efforts of trained veterans and enlisted novices we finished fifth. Greg Fagg and Phillip Buck entertained us all with their spectacular diving displays which the judges, for some reason, didn't appreciate. David May should be complimented on his open victory and his organisation.

Shannon has had two major victories in inter-House sport this year; firstly the open girls' hockey, where our girls displayed great talent in defeating Calvert, 3-0 in the final. Special mention must be given to Fiona and Melinda Brake, Kerryn Greeves and Kate Stevenson for their fine performances throughout the games. The open boys' hockey came third overall. The other win was in the House tennis where we finished first. Notable performances were made by Rohan Thomson, Kerryn Greeves, Michael Tavaria and Michael Angus in the open division, and Melinda Stacey, Michael Lock, Cameron Thomson and Tim Lord in the junior age group. Our netball team, although unsuccessful did prove to be (through a majority vote held among the spectators) the most glamorous on (and off) the court. In a more masculine event the "men" of the House gave the opposition football players a hard time as we battled our way into third spot on the ladder. Consistant performances throughout this series were from John Anrep, Steve Lawrance, Michael Howes and Michael Armytage. Thanks must also go to Mr Fraser who coached and supported us throughout the games. A House night and a couple of iceskating trips proved to be very successful during the year. Two people who must be commended for their all-round support are House Prefects, Ron Neugebauer and John Anrep who helped organise and take part in House functions. Finally, I wish to express my very best thanks to Mr Harris for his support and enthusiasm that was apparent throughout all aspects of the House. Also my sincere thanks to the Tutors, Messrs. Fraser, McLaren, Gibson, Manwaring and a very special thanks to Mrs Champness for a most enjoyable year. As Ritchie Redpath stated at the end of 1980," I wish all the 'Shanimals' the very best in the future". Campbell Dunoon

It is however, not just the good results which are the important indications of achievement. It is also the attitude and spirit, which prevails in the pursuit of success. The 'have a go' attitude which has been a trade mark of "Wettenhallians' over the years, has been apparent again in 1981. Some of the things that usually go unnoticed and are important have been a sense of loyalty to others in House, thoughtfulness, enjoyment and making the most of opportunities for involvement and the development of the potential of the individual. In this year, thanks must go to the large majority of students for their efforts and co-operation; the Prefects for their leadership, organisation and concern; and the Tutors for their interest, time and effort in organising the various House activities, such as netball, swimming and athletics, just to name a few. Special thanks however, must go to Mr Morris, our Housemaster, for all his undivided attention and dedication towards the running of the House: this I am sure, was very much appreciated by all members of the House. Thank you. Overall, Wettenhall has had a both successful and fun year in 1981, and might I say, a good year was had by all. Sheldon C. Sidwell

Our visit to "Footscray Iceland" during first term proved to be a great success, with Miss Jarrett providing the stylish skating and Mr Mead the embarrassing photographic record. Mr Wettenhall managed to have the whole bus singing out of tune on the return journey. Morrison junior girls proved to be the sensation at the cross-country, taking out 1 st, 2nd, 3rd and 5th places in their division. We emerged from the other groups slightly less successfully, but with everyone putting in their best. Athletics saw very creditable performances from a number of members who provided the inspiration for the rest of us. Debating, one of Morrison's historical strengths, was somewhat disappointing this year in senior division, however, many gained valuable experience, and with Morrison juniors winning each of their encounters, the House looks set to return in force next year. It was on the strength of last year's performance in the football, that the House Prefects decided to organise a fund-raising effort based upon the number of points we kicked - proceeds going to Tsenyi Wangmo, the Tibetian refugee whose education we sponsor. Our kicking of 27 points through great team efforts saw us raise well over the amount required. Mark Foo's considerable efforts in co-ordinating social service were very valuable. Both House hockey and netball saw excellent participation producing pleasing results as our girls finished second (for the third year running) in the netball and in the hockey. The boys came in an unlucky third in their hockey competition. We are currently in the process of investigating the purchase of a table tennis table to get the third formers up off the floor, and more "brotherhood" brand furniture will probably be appearing before the end of the year. I would like to thank the House Prefects, Tutors and Mr Wettenhall for their undying support and efficient organisation throughout the year. Although we saw no major competitive successes, participation and enjoyment through 1981 was unmatched. The departing sixth form wishes Morrison every success in the future. Wayne Smit

DRAMA

PERFORMANCES 1981 Year 12 Drama 1. "The Merchant of Venice" by William Shakespeare Directed by Mr John Gibson Designed by Mr Rodney Cummins The play was set in Mussolini's Venice of the 1930's. There werefine performances from: Mr S.P. Gebhardt as Shylock Sally Macmillan as Portia Mr Andrew Gibson as Antonio Melinda Bell as Launcelot Gobbo Rebecca Law as Nerissa and Sally Lord as Solanio 2. "West Side Story" Directed by Mr John Gibson and David Mackay. Designed by Jenny Rachinger Musical Director by Mrs Dorothy Thornburgh Choreographed by Sally Macmillan and Elizabeth Lester. Set in NewYork, U.S.A, in the late'50's, this show provided the group with the opportunity to display their considerable talents as singers and dancers. There were excellent performances from: David Mackay as Tony Sheldon Sidwell as Bernardo The Reverend Paul Dalzell as Riff Elizabeth Lester as Maria Sally Lord as Anita and Simon Willson as Arab The highlights of this show were Sally Lord's beautiful singing, Paul Dalzell's mad-cap "Riff", love scenes between Maria and Tony and all dance sequences. Year 11 Drama 1. "The Merchant of Venice" by William Shakespeare. Designed by Mr John Gibson and Mr Andrew Gibson. Designed by Justine Morris Set in Toorak in 1980; some good performances from: Jane Dunning as Portia Kim Pettigrew as Portia Debbie Hynes as Portia Jessica Cummins as Portia James Hay as Shylock Paul Allen as Shylock Susan Wenlock as Jessica Susan Tucker as Jessica Tony Hocking as Bassanio Mark Downey as Bassanio Barrie Edwards as Old Gobbo and Vanessa Borninkhof as Salerio

2. Aboriginal Myths and Legends Poems by Mr Phillip Mead and Mr Kevin Hart. Original Music by Mr Andrew Gibson Directed by Mr John Gibson An evening of original plays, poems, songs and dances. Good performances from: Gavin Merriman Kim Pettigrew Justine Morris Tim Wilkinson Susan Tucker Jane Dunning and Debbie Hynes

Year 10 Drama Mr Andrew Gibson and Mr Danny Spooner produced several plays for the Year 10 Drama programme. These included: "The Importance of Being Earnest" by Oscar Wilde "The Crucible" by Arthur Miller "Antigone" by Jean Anouilh "The Ship's Whistle" by Barrie Oakley Good performances from: Tim Coughlin Ian Johnson Tony Nagle Sophie Ingpen Tim Benjamin Lochiel Crafter and Janine Dimmick Year 9 Drama The students in the Year 9 Drama programe presented four evenings of songs, dance and short plays. Good performances from: Heather Millard Sarah Graham Nerida Carr Nicholas Gebhardt Rory McLeod John Hobbs and Emma Mestitz

The Drama Faculty would like to thank the following people for their valuable assistance during the year: Mr Roger Salen for technical direction Mr Terry Egan for set construction Mrs Dorothy Thornburgh for musical direction Mr Michael Riordan and Dr John Danell for musical assistance Miss Wendy Porter and Miss Karen Jarrett for dance instruction. John Gibson

The Merchant of Venice Strictly speaking, it is quite wrong to call Shakespeare our greatest poet. He has, of course, written some of our finest poetry but, oddly enough, he did not write many poems. In fact his poems do not contain his best poetry. It is one of the truly remarkable things about Shakespearean drama that the poetry needs to be acted before it can be appreciated as great poetry. And if Shakespeare is to be taught at school, it follows that Shakespeare must be performed at school: the two are inseparable. That Shakespeare is acknowledged to be our single greatest writer is a large problem. It places a great burden upon the director. All too often directors veer away from the difficulties of producing a Shakespearean play, even a moderately straightforward one such as The Merchant of Venice." Everyone seems to have a Platonic ideal of how Shakespeare should be acted, and few people are satisfied with even a professional cast's performance. There is a common conception of the Shakespearean actor: he has a booming voice, a'cultured' accent, articulates each syllable, and is'theatrical'. He is exactly the worst kind of actor to play Shakespeare or, forthat matter, just about anything, yet this is what people have learnt to expect and to appreciate. Certainly the text of "The Merchant of Venice" is quite difficult for any actor, let alone a student actor: the roles are demanding and the play is long. It is, though, continually surprising how all these difficulties can be minimised by a patient and flexible director. Students can be taught to act Shakespeare and, in so doing, learn a good deal about both acting and why Shakespeare is our single greatest writer. Yet there is a large problem, and that is the theatrical space. Shakespeare usually wrote for a particular space, and wrote to exploit the full potential of that space. Shakespearean theatre is meant to be intimate: the soliloquies are meant to be overheard rather than heard. A place such as Morrison Hall, with its cramped, elevated stage, is precisely the wrong place to perform Shakespeare: Ibsen perhaps, but Shakespeare, no. The stage acts as a barrier between audience and actor, which is conducive to overacting and gimmickry. Besides, the stage is so small. Rodney Cummins' set was, in conception, economical and offered interesting dramatic possibilities: unfortunately it filled up the stage and tended to block the actors. It was a splendid idea to set the play in Fascist Italy, especially given the fascist attitude to Jews, but the distance between actor and audience was such that the fear associated with Fascism stayed on the stage.

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John Gibson's philosophy of using the Vlth Form Drama class with certain staff members continues to be successful, at least as long as we have Andrew Gibson and John Jacobs on staff. This year, with Mr Peter Gebhardt as Shylock, John Gibson was able to suggest Shylock's authority by the very presence of the Principal on stage. It was a good performance, although at times a little static, and my only major reservation lies in Mr Gebhardt's adopted Jewish accent and mannerisms. Accents tend to be restricting. They may work in vignette roles, as with Morocco and Aragon, but a major role such as Shylock needs the actor's full vocal range, which the accent tends to minimise. After the first act, an accent tends to reduce a character to a caricature. One of the most infesting performances was Andrew Gibson as a rather existential Antonio. The play's setting is in angst-ridden times and Gibson's pensive, cigarette-dangling style was in perfect tune with his unexplained melancholy and the cafe-culture of Europe in the thirties. Unfortunately, Bassanio - played by Michael Cave - was not sufficiently confident to explore the mysterious relationship between himself and Antonio. Melinda Bell and Jenny Rachinger as Launcelot Gobbo and his old father, provided a light and very lively performance. Sally Macmillan handled the difficult role of Portia with considerable distinction, striking a nice balance between naturalness and formality on the stage, while Rebecca Law managed to bring Nerissa to life as a sometimes crabby, some times elegant companion to Portia. John Jacobs, as Aragon, provided a hilarious cartoon of the Fascist mentality in pursuit of love, a delightful foil to the grimmer message of the play, in Shakespeare's time and ours. If, at times, some of the supporting actors appeared a little weak on stage, it is understandable: often they had to fight past scenery to be seen and heard by the audience who must have seemed a mile away. As 1979's "Romeo and Juliet" has shown, thefloor of Morrison Hall makes a better stage than the actual stage: I hope it will be used next year. Kevin Hart

West Side Story In first term we saw John Gibson's polished and stylish production of 'The Merchant of Venice" and in second term we saw Leonard Bernstein'sand Stephen Sondheim's magnificently vigorous and perennial updating of Shakespeare's "Romeo and Juliet". "West Side Story" is of course much more than a translation of the play into modern dress and New York slang; it is a good musical in its own right. This workshop performance was directed by John Gibson and David McKay but it was far more polished and tightly performed than that word suggests. I think the audience's reaction the night I went was a good indication of the enjoyment and panash the show created. Morrison Hall was packed out, extra seating had to be found and people were happy to stand if they could not find seats, just to be able, to see the show. What was most evident was the enjoyment the actors and singers were getting out of the actual performance; they exuded a confidence and involvement that came across strongly to us watching. And that is remarkable with such a difficult form as a musical where the actors not only have to act but have to sing and dance as well. It says a great deal for the drama programme, the extent to which the drama classes are so well able to handle a diversity of dramatic presentation; they are a versatile and experienced troupe.

The talents of David McKay as Tony, Liz Lester as Maria, Paul Dalzell as Riff and Sally Lord as Anita created the high standard of singing, dancing and acting; they each, in their individual numbers, gave their characters individuality and style. Sally Lord's leads were a highlight. Sheldon Sidwell played the blustering, likeable Bernardo, leader of The Sharks; his performance was one of the most assured and professional in the show. The dancing of the two gangs was tight and imaginatively choreographed by Sally Macmillan, Liz Lester, Wendy Porter and Karen Jarrett. Kim McCollum's cameo dance scene was entrancing and breath-taking to watch. One of the most delightful scenes in the show was the 'Gee, Officer Krupke' number by Alistair Kerr, Simon Willson, Michael Cave, James Hay and Richard Burgess; this zany, boppy and well-timed comic team brought the house down. Jenny Rachinger's design was simple and effective and the costumes enhanced the stylized vividness of the setting. Andrew Gibson and John Jacobs were delightfully swaggering and greasey as the policemen Schrank and Krupke. The Dance at the Gym was stolen by Sue Fielding with her clean and healthy Glad Hand.

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Songs such as 'America', 'Tonight', 'Somewhere' and the 'Finale', to the exciting accompaniment of Dorothy Thornburgh, Mike Riordan and Liz Dickson, captivated the audience with their urgency and power; they were beautifully sung and performed. My impression was that the performers had tried hard and succeeded in, understanding the musical and in entering into the imaginative world it created. There was a wholeness and an ease about their performance. So I think the drama programme strives to do a great deal more for students than teaching them just to walk on and off a stage; the students create their own lessons in movement, language, style and commitment. Lam sure this standard of excellence in dramatic performance will continue at the College; certainly, this production of "West Side Story" is an indication of the strength and importance of the dramatic art within this school. Philip Mead

As one notable Mossgiel boarder declared, "the Prefects are going from the small minority to the large majority." Despite this "ounce" of truth, each of the eighteen has contributed in some way to the diverse, often demanding, and frequently indefinable role as a School Prefect. The Prefect body has generally acted in a co-ordinated manner to help increase the "communications" within the School. (Naturally, not always co-ordinated in the one direction, but nevertheless, still co-ordinated!) Some of these "communications" have included the lively Form III and IV socials, (where disruption to surrounding neighbourhoods was reduced to a minimum); and the clever innovations of Sally Lord in organizing the successful film nights. Another energetic contribution to this cause was made by the "spine", who continually "convinced" the remainder that they were the backbone of the Prefects: by Mark Longden, for his unique suggestion when deciding Mr Gebhardt's present; Campbell Dunoon for his vague "motivation"; and to Paul Gorell for his "tasteful" jokes in the Thursday morning meetings. Other "communications" are more abstract. Whether it is being involved or merely "being there", the Prefects have contributed well in the School community. This year the Prefects have been involved in a diverse range of activities: from music to sport; from drama to eating. (That'sforyouAlastair!) Nevertheless, as expected, there have been numerous complaints, whinges and groans about the Prefects and their allotted roles. Yet, criticism has kept us "on our toes", and retained an awareness which has been used to best represent and help the students of the School. The Prefects have helped to make 1981 what it was. A special thanks must be extended to Mr Gebhardt, Sally Macmillan and John Hale for the excessive amount of support and advice they have given me. I think we all learnt somethingthank goodness for cold pasties and hot headmasters! Sarah Henderson

PREFECTS' REPORT

LITERATURE Morning Brown masses creep across the countryside, Mowers trek upwards towards unloading, Clear mats cover the ground Messengers dart from base to base, Trees reach upwards for their meals: The day has begun.

Evening The sleepy eye finally closes for the day; The messengers return to headquarters; Fingers wave to their harsh master; Islands float in an ever moving sea; Chatter reigns before lights out, The day is done. David Potter What is it in me that you need my Jesus, that makes you persist at my door on dark winter nights, covered in dew. My heart was a fortress. What strange madness, what mania, made me bolt the door? As I lay at night I could hear your amorous cries, your constant knocking, pounding in my head. And in the morning, like every other morning, I would say "You will be welcome tomorrow."

The Onlooker I was but the onlooker, I knew you, I was your friend, Yet you were part of a search I could not join. Why did you reject the clues and fight for half a compromise? The door was there, the key in your hand, but within you was the uncertainty, a life-draining bitterness, which made you back away, in confusion. You hated, all those years, a mask. There was nothing behind it, no double meaning, time had withered its force and left but a shell. So, did you light the flame, or stay in darkness; what was your path, and what is mine? The candle grows dim, and I sit here, not knowing where you are or if it is really you I write about. My doubts become your doubts and I realise that my life was part of yours and that, in many ways, I am you.

Nicholas Gebhardt

Louise Radcliffe-Smith

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COLONIAL WIFE

ONE NIGHT As I gazed over the coiling mist. I could hear, in the silence, the tiny suck and lapping sound the piles, down in the mist. Amidst the gentle noise, I perceived yet another, that of tiny feet, unsure, hesitant but silent, like a baby, mastering the first walk. As the curtains of the dull mist rose, the stage seemed unfinished but clear, unorganised yet unaware of my silent presence. The moon played a duet with the water, slowly, peacefully but unsure clasping so gently her slim waist suggestively because he was sure. The solemn grey-faced men arose and waltzed with their respective partners, but all too soon their image shrank, no longer men, just clouds. The moon removed the suggestive hand, the wandering was terminated until tomorrow, when she danced the other side of her character. Sally McGinn

White hands. Calm, serene, expressive, harpsichord Playing With finesse, Impromptu by Mozart. Thoughts, drowned In time past, come to mock, spitefully. Her past The 'Grand Tour', Opera, Paris Spring. Hawthorn Blossoming, nightingales chorusing, Christmas. Holly red, chimes of bells, crystal air. Secrets Of first love, exquisite joy of youth, Shakespeare Candle read, trips to shops, gossiping maids, Severe Governess, sisters learn rules by rote. Marriage, Numbing shock, parents glad, proper man. Exiled, Sydney bound, secret tears, demure bride. Husband, Proudly shows, his sweet rose, to close set. Mistress Of new home, ticket of leave kitchen help, Sullen lag Wrapped in hate, past her prime, burned by fire, This source Will provide pioneer stock, tough as hide. Daughters The Rose has, new drawl, outlook brash, Faces Tanned by heat, status blurred, might is right Wool. Wealth. Nationhood, nascent swell, stirs the land. White hands Calm, serene Skye Buchanan

SONNET A lesser mind is not a sun, as some are wont to say It is but a muteness of the tongue, a silent barricade Of sound, that crosses not, the bridge of aid. The eager child who has the will, but cannot find a way Must cry out loud and not be heard, must suffer in the pain Of knowing not the other side, secured by us who live Another age, another time; if we could learn to give Think of the little that we' d lose and all that they would gain. Laughing at a private joke, unseen, within their land, They leave us out, we like that not, we shout, abuse, then pray That they be guided, made like us, so righteously we say 'Give them help!" though take no part and do not understand. But if the tables were reversed and open was the door From the beginning we would know what we did not know before. Louise Radcliffe-Smith

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Malicious Thoughts of an Ex-Rower Rowing is gently defined as the moving of a boat by means of oars, the propulsion of a vessel along the surface of the water by oars. A coxswain is defined as the steersman of a boat, and mistakenly in my case, as one who has charge of a boat and its crew. The world of rowing is unduplicatable; its atmosphere like that surrounding a strange insect. In the case of The Geelong College rowers this world is dominated by a huge, white and self-generating web, The Geelong College boatshed. Its many individual planks attract rowers into its invisible silk and together they form a sticky and treacherous web. In its womb it carefully guards an ever-increasing number of eight-legged spiders, slim and brown with detachable legs. The web is spun every year by the bank of the river, and awaits only the arrival of its willing prey. At the end of Form Three, encouraged by the enthusiastic raptures of my compatriots, I enmeshed myself in The Geelong College boatclub as a coxswain. My first season of rowing in the thirds was relatively easy, for the girls' thirds are not considered important enough to warrant undue attention. Thus we journeyed complacently up and down the river, largely unnoticed, and even managed to emerge victorious in the Junior Regatta, both to our own and everyone else's amazement. In Fifth Form however, I found myself projected into the relatively prestigious position of cox of the seconds. In the second week of February in 1980, ourboatassembled;fourothergirlsandl prepared to advance down the river. The boat was clean and green and shiny, and after making sure that the seats were oiled and the riggers fastened, we set off at my command "Are you ready? Row!" I was unlucky enough to receive in my boat two girls who discarded my nervous authoritarian commands within the first five minutes that we were in the boat. "How far are we going, Libby?" "No talking in the boat!" "I'm tired Libby, can we stop while I adjust my seat position?" "Let's wait until we get to the corner." "Oh, but Libby, my legs are killing me, we have to stop now, I can't row any more." Two oars no longer made the path from "Catch" to "finish", known as rowing, and I was forced to relent. "Allright, easy oar." Despite the fact that many hours are spent tutoring the rowers, the coxswains are expected to "pick it up as they go along". Thus I had noconfidence in what I did myself, and I soon realized that as a respected leader I was totally inadequate. Two girls in the crew were bigger and more tyrannical than l ever was or will be, and even if I had had confidence in myself, my authority would have been

negligable. How did I cope with this sad state of affairs? One of the tyrants said "Libby, its only five-thirty, lets row up to the sewerage bridge and back again." I said" No, nearly all the other crews are already in, and it would be six o'clock by the time we got back to the sheds." "Oh but Libby, look, we haven't done anything today, we've got a regatta on Saturday. We need more practice!" "We can practice on Thursday." "Oh look, that's not good enough Libby. We need practice now. Some people are dedicated to their rowing, and want to succeed." The boat headed back to the sewerage bridge. I coped by default! On the surface it seems a simple enough exercise merely to pull a string and thus steer a straight course. I seemed, however, to have an amazing affinity for reeds, river banks and even bridges. The coach would command "All right, Libby, let's have a one thousand metre row. I want you to count for the girls all the way."

Myself "Allright. Set the boat up. Are you Ready? Row! One two three four one two three four one two three four." The "ones" blended into the "twos", the "twos" into the "threes" and eventually in my mind they became a conglomerate mass. I mouthed the words automatically, whilst my mind roamed more interesting horizons then suddenly, accompanied by grunts and groans: "Libby, we can't get our oars out of the water; they're covered with reeds," "Libby, what are we doing in the reeds?" The coach, quietly "Libby; you're just going to have to learn to concentrate". Crew continue "Oh, these bloody reeds are twisted all around my oar." I heard dim mutterings coming from the back of the boat, and my mind became firmly anchored in the boat again. I will admit however, that I did not view these incidents with the chagrin of my crew, simply because they enervated an otherwise exceedingly boring occupation.

My lackof rowing knowledge continually contributed to my insecurity; I found myself repeating, with trepidation, exactly same monotonous phrases. "Make sure that you turn your wrists over at the catch." "Sit up straight and concentrate on your timing." "You're late two." "Early three." "Don't over square your oar bow." Eventually I would fade out, just as the "puddles" made by the oars became smaller and smaller until they eventually vanished, and sit there, wracking my brains, waiting for some innovative phrase to flow through my lips. As the second crew, we were expected to provide racing practice for the first crew. This gave both myself and the crew the perfect opportunity to display our lack of prowess to a wider and more critical audience, and the occasion on which to do so came about soon and inevitably. It was decided that we should have a practice race of one thousand metres, starting at a particular curve of the river. The first crew were ready, lined up perfectly at the starting post. They were in for a long wait. I made a slight

miscalculation and managed to steer the boat about fifty metres directly to the left of the correct position. It is impossible to move a boat sidewards, and thus we were forced to reverse and come forward again. We came too far forward. It was at this embarrassing stage that two members of the crew mutineed. "Libby, what are you doing?" "Libby, I can't hear." "Libby, what are we supposed to be doing?" The cries were especially loud for the benefit of the ears of the first's girls, and thus when we were at last correctly stationed, we had earned several baleful glares from Mrs. Bullen and haughty gazes from the first crew. Needless to say, two of my crew" caught crabs" and we were left wallowing in the wake of the first's boat. All of this training and practice is essentially the prelude for the big events of the season - the Regattas. In many ways regattas are the big let down of the season, rising at six-thirty in the morning and donning the School uniform on a Saturday. Then having to catch the bus in Geelong and arriving in

Melbourne at nine o'clock only to find that one's race is at two-thirty. Finally unloading the boats, racing for five minutes, loading the boats, and travelling home on the bus, enlightened by rendition of the puerile Geelong College War Cry. And yet from the dense emotional web into which my continuing jaunts down the river were entwining me, some flashes of sunlight still linger. The exhileration I felt rowing down the Yarra River, asthe city rose around us, accompanied on one bank by electric trains, and on the other by motor cars. And yet realizing that the river still flowed on the same course as it had always flowed, and that it would continue, courageous and determined. I remember with laughter the hectic chaos in the areas where the boats assembled before the races. Thirty boats, oars entangled, desperately attempting to disentangle themselves in time for their races. Pushing and shoving and screaming and shouting as boat hit boat, boat hit river bank and boat hit pylon. Outside the web of this world, I could sit back and laugh at the scene, and be grateful for the mirth which can be derived when a rower comes to grief. My species were too few, and I always seemed to remain one stroke behind the other rowers, unable and often unwilling to "lift my rating". Thus I began to feel like an alien and a misfit at the boatsheds. Standing at the boatshed door at the Barwon Regatta, I felt lost and lonely searching the scene of active race-preparation before me with a desperate longing for communication. Unable to find anyone, I was drawn into the rowers "mecca", the locker-rooms, where so many great rowers have immortalized their names in texta-colour on the locker doors. And I looked at them, and began to run, fleeing the sticky web of the boatshed. Elizabeth Lomas

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What Are The Heights? On an adventurous whim, Fingers clutching and feet urging, Joey struggled up the tree. Gripping its scarred husk with affection, She inchingly gained altitude, Sensing the grooves and dips in the scaley surface, And treading with the surety of familiarity, Yet this wide elm, Stretching, Extending with arrogant ease over the lawn, Has not been climbed. Arm wrapped around arm, Silently asking for support, Joey moulded herself into the crook of the elm, Where its branches diverted from the trunk as children grow away from their mother. They had grown together, Developed and matured, And as its roots had penetrated the ground, They now entwined themselves in Joey's thoughts. Recuperating after the exertion Her eyes drifted, Like an out of focus lens, Over the path she had just taken. The sturdy trunk and its roots became her own childhood and heritage, The nodes and crevices registering the inflections and influences and the shaping of her personality, Nourished by the standards and guidance of ancestors, Weathered and experienced as the seasons passed, Yet Joey's life was only now touching the fork where she reclined. Conscious that she had climbed high, Her eyes soaked in the view, the relaxed lawn and sprawling house, but only her ears could detect the noise of traffic beyond towering walls. Secure and comfortable, Joey debated the possibility of climbing higher, To choose the branch which reached out over the wall, Offering a wider perspective, Yet, risking her weight on the dwindling limb was to overpower her fear and apprehension. To Joey the decision was immense, Then with a deep breath her hand clawed further up the arm, Her eyes intent on this challenging bough. Gail Smith

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Dimitri They sit around wearily on wooden benches beneath old run-down verandas. Their shirt sleeves are stained and pipes hang silently from their mouths; mouths of broken, yellow teeth in unshaven faces. They sit in small groups, but each one is alone in his thoughts. Some hold cards, but their games falter and cease as the evening wears on. They lean against fences, hearing children call. Papers blow up onto the footpaths, but nobody cares. A baby cries. An old man stirs and shifts his weight,his eyes glazed and misty. The men dream of their youth. The recorded music of a bouzouki filters slowly up the street. The recording is scratched and broken. They barely talk now, just mutter or grunt - a language of sounds. It seems that neither language can express the way they feel. Their wives shuffle around inside, wearing black: black dress, black shawls and black woven scarves tied around their heads - an ethnic uniform. Dimitri rolls a cigarette. His skin, now pale and sallow beneath his stubble, was once dark olive. Dark olive from the burning, white sun, fishing among the Greek islands.... Dogs bark, spicy smells exude from within the house. Mercina has brewed coffee, but Dimitri barely lifts his cup. He listens to the children shouting further down the street. Dimitri's children have grown up now, they are part of the city. They are Australians. He tried; Dimitri tried with all his heart. But now it is too late. He has lost their respect and with it he has lost his pride. Sometimes they come home to visit, but they do not bring their friends. They pretend not to understand Greek. Their mother talks in broken English. They shift in their chairs. Mercina cooks moussaka and souzoukakia. They sit subdued, eating little. Dimitri talks softly to his children. Stavros listens, nods. Garafaelia looks away. She is not his daughter any more. Dimitri used to be so proud of her. She used to try to please him. But then things changed. She began to make new friends; Australian friends. She shunned her family and all that was Greek. She became ashamed of her father who worked such long hours in the fruit shop. She became sullen. 17

Now Garafaelia calls herself "Gail". She has died her hair blonde and she wears modern clothes in bright, flamboyant colours. She wears make-up and high heels but she never wears black. Dimitri mourns the loss of his Garafaelia. Stavros has bought himself a car and his English is smooth. He comes home more often than Garafaelia, but he never brings his girlfriend. They are embarrassed by their nationality, the very thing that makes their parents proud. So they go to discos while their father sits on into the night. Occasionally he turns to speak to someone. Another, who sits across the narrow street, in front of a house that is almost collapsing. It is a country for young people, this Australia. So the old men dream of Greece and the festivities they used to love. Their wives try to comfort them, but they too weep for their children in this land of milk and honey. Angela Read.

The Lost Talisman "How long d'you want It?" "How long?" I asked. "What d'you mean?" "Well, it's got to come off y know. We've given it long enough to knit but I'm afraid tails are awkward things to mend. He'd be much happier with it docked. Get it over and done with, eh?" 'Mmm", I demured. "l-erwell..." I couldn't bring myself to utter the fateful words that would deprive my poor little mutt of his posterior glory. The vet looked very young. I wondered how long he'd been out of veterinary school, or where ever they go to learn how to be cruel to be kind. Jim, he said to call him Jim, was very patient; with me I mean! Heobviously knew the lumpin my throat was blocking off all coherent speech! Simbah's trembling little body was endeavouring to make itself invisible under my arm. I felt like a traitor disentangling myself from his frantic "embrace". "Whoa there! C'monthen. I'm not going to hurt you. It's all right. There, there." Jim was making consolatory noises whilst gently dragging Simbah backwards into his arms. "Sim." didn't have a hope, poor thing! The examination table, of shiny stainless steel, offered nothing for his wildly slithering paws to grip. He knew it, and I knew it! There was no way out! "Leave as much as you can please", I said trying not to look at Simbah's reproachful eyes. Meaculpa, meaculpa, meaculpa! Prayers won't help now. I should never have taken the dogs out without their leads. I'm always being told that! Why didn't I listen, for once? Mother always threatens, " If they get picked up you will pay to get them out of the pound, not me, my girl! That creepy catcher is just waiting to earn his pieces of si Iver!"" I know, I know! Don't go on! It's half past four and he's bound to have finished work by now. I'll just be up the park", I yelled as the dogs nearly bowled me over in their mad scramble for freedom, and cat smells, and sniffs at bushes and slides and posts and much "marking-of-territories". Their charge to meet all these always followed the same pattern. The impatient squeeze through the gate before I'd ever got it opened properly, bumping my legs and

scratching my feet. Simbah's little golden body, covered by Rhani's sleek musclebound, copper bulkas they both struggled to be first out and away! "Easy, easy. Behave yourselves, you illmannered canines. Don't you know it's humans first?" By that time I was usually addressing their fast disappearing rumps as they arrived at the fence into the park, Simbah under, Rhani over."Wooof, wooof, wooof. Hey, come and smell this! Who's had the cheek to trespass around our park?" "Wurf, wurf", Rhani would answer in her deep throated bark "I dunno, I've got better things to do with my time. Have you seen the ducks behind the hedge?" Our neighbourhood is full of wonderful front gardens, some open and explorable, others unapproachable behind tall gates designed to keep "common creatures" in their place. Our "constitutional" each evening followed a familiar route, me, calling into Geoff Wood's for groceries and then to the milk-bar for cigarettes and "The Herald", and the dogs visiting their favourite drive-ways and gateposts, occasionally meeting a few friends; the lazy lab. on the corner, the rotund "lady" who'd just had another litter, an amiable German Shepherd with his two minute, hysterical companions (they are never seen, only heard!), regal Corgies who demand their privacy and aloof felines who repel friendly overtures at their "drawbridge". Paranoid, pampered pets! There was never any need for leads really, as neither dog was in the habit of crossing roads, so I felt safe and only used them when I neared a busy thoroughfare. However, I should have had more sense - for that fateful evening, I have to take the blame. I wandered along, lost in theT.V. section, not thinking of the dogs until we arrived back at the park, next to ourhome. Round-uptime! Lotsof joyous whistles and calls and promises of "biccies" and "din-dins" - a sure way to get them inside the gate again! Rhani jalloloped up right away- always mindful of her stomach, but Simbah didn'tappear. I called, yelled, threatened, blasted and swore, and finally strode off home vowing to shut the disobedient mutt out all night. I had only gone a few paces when Rhani turned around and, following her retreat, I saw that Simbah had finally consented to join us, I was furious! "You little devil, why didn't you come when I called? Go home. Go on, go home!" He was doing his "Uriah Heep" act, ears laid back and tail between his legs, his belly scraping the ground, subserviance oozing from every hair! "Excuse me! I say, excuse me!" "Who me?" I turned to find out who had called. A tall young man was struggling to extricate himself from a dignified Triumph, uncharacteristically yellow in colour. (Ooer, as Eliza would say, was this the day? Is he my knight-in-shiningarmour ready to carry me off in his - well er - in his trusty yellow Triumph?) "Yes you", he said in a not very knightish manner. I drew myself up to my full five foot two and gave him my" Princess Ann" look. He didn't wither though! I thought 18

of all the stories I'd heard of girls being accosted in parks, but he didn't really suit that image, he wasn't furtive or sleazy. I decided it wouldn't count as being accosted if he was young, handsome, well-dressed and driving a Triumph, so I prepared to be "fetching". "Yerse?" I answered in my best "College" voice. "Were you calling that dog, is he yours?" he said pointing to Simbah. Oh, oh! What had he heard? Had my halo chokejd me? Ah, well - c'est la vie or should it be "mort"? "He is." I answered shortly, "Why?" "Well you see," he hesitated then started again. "Well you see, I just clipped him with my near side wheel. It wasn't my fault honestly. He dashed out from behind that parked.car over there. I didn't have a hope in hell. Oops sorry! I just couldn't avoid him. Is he all right?" I felt as if my chin had hit my chest! I was dumbfounded! Simbah hit! No romance? Whatdidhesay-he'd"clipped" Simbah? " I beg your pardon, what's that you said?" I must have looked stupid, I was that stunned, but he very kindly repeated it all again. In a daze I called Simbah. He hadn't gone home, he was still guarding me against this new comer. He came crawling to my feet and by now it was obvious that what I'd thought was subservience was really the result of an accident and the vet was the next stop! Thank goodness the vet wasn't far. I assured the young man that I didn't blame him. All thoughts of knights and fair maidens had evaporated. Lacerated tail and hind leg, bruised ribs and concussioned, was the verdict. The poor little chap had to stay overnight for treatment. He was very brave - I wasn't. I couldn't eat. I didn't sleep and the next day's lessons were more hazy than usual. Dissecting aratwas the last straw! Nevertheless, I survived that day and all the subsequent visits to the vet quite well. Owners are inclined to suffer for their pets they say, but until then I didn't really appreciate how much. Quite apart from the remorse I felt for not having kept Simbah on his lead, and thus being the cause of his suffering, I'm worried that his loss might be more than physical. He is/was a handsome little fellow, with soft golden hair. It covered his face, hung down his body and looked like pyjama pants on his legs, but the best of all was his tail! Aglorious long curling tail, which reflected his every mood; hidden when frightened or miserable, low, slow, wagging when unsure or investigative, high, rapid, waving back and forth when happy or excited and very high and coiled up over his back, standing erect like a flag when answering a challenge, greeting a "lady" or guarding me from all harm. It was as indispensable as the tail of a skunk, the broom of a fox, or the plumage of a peacock. Perhaps that's what the appeal in those mournful eyes meant. Will he be the same without his glorious tail? Will his "id" ever be the same without his talisman? Lisa Campbell

VARIATIONS ON A THEME I— THE STORM The rain comes, a whiplash of cold; Let the path jump like a flea circus; The dark clouds, low and heavy, Spilling over like a waterfall. The wild wind, a terrifying scream; The roaring like a train in a tunnel; The leaves fly, a sudden scattering; The trees naked, like a starving woman. The sky weeps, boiling with fury; Bursting with frustration like a spoilt child; The lightning, a spear of light; Jabbing viciously like a bayonet; The storm climaxes, wild and wet; And passes like an angry jaguar.

IV — WINTER The rain comes, a whiplash of cold, Let the path jump like a flea circus. A swirling eddy of droplets, Washing away the cover of dust. The freezing air bites through the downpour, Cutting the blood of every living thing. Icicles, slowly creeping, immobilize, The pond a mirror of glass. A statue stands, unmoved, A wilting flower falls. An onslaught of snow Cleans the blackened earth. The frost-bitten ground, a shining glacier, A battle-torn field.

Heather Millard II — THE RAIN The rain comes, a whiplash of cold; Let the path jump like a flea-circus. The lightning comes, great talons of power; Let the path light up like a disco floor. The clouds depart, old men of the night; Let the path be seen like in the beginning. The sun comes up, rays of eternal warmth; Let the path dry like a draining bath. The people come, stampedes of shop-hungry feet; The path is gone like Kracatoa.

Nicholas Gebhardt V — AUTUMN STORM The rain comes, a whiplash of cold; Let the path jump like a flea-circus. Skeleton trees wave frenzied arms, Incited by the wild, wanton wind. From the frowning brow of the skies Dart venemous yellow vipers. Licking the earth with spiteful tongues, And fiery breath derived from hell. Demurely veined, claret-red leaves Break their bond with branches and fall, To lie spread-eagled on the ground, A sacrifice to appease the storm. The rain stops, suddenly dying, Leaving a sodden earth to catch its breath.

Michael Kinens III — THE STORM Rain comes, a whiplash of cold; Let the path jump like a flea-circus. Clouds bank up, a cluster of grim balloons; Let a grey warning like red lights be seen. Wind turns clotheslines, a skirt and shirt roundabout; Let white sheets billow like sails on a boat. Heavy drops patter, each seems a cupful; Let the gutter swirl like a waterfall. Blue in the west, a fresh landscape; Let the storm clouds lift like a stage curtain.

Emma Mestitz

Nerida Carr

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The rain comes, a whiplash of cold; Let the path jump like a flea-circus. The hail comes, a path of stones; Let the path be trod like a lazy road. The snow comes, a cover of cold; Let the sight be seen like a bean sees green. Let the sun come, a ray of warmth; Let the warmth spread like a river in flood. Let the clouds part, clearing the sky; Let the birds fly free like a fish in the sea. Let the towns emerge, flooding the earth, Letting the people run free, like a bird in the breeze; Let the trees burst forth, flowering in the sky; Let the green colour the earth, like the snow on the ground. Peter Bates

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I — UNTITLED The morning sun, an eye half open a cyclops rising to its throne. The sun acts as a light switch the colours turned on, like electric lights on a Christmas tree. There is no need for sandals, the sand is soft and baby-fine The water which is surrounding the sand is a sleepy blue and is like jelly, while the sea further out is intense and serious, making you feel protected. The red and orange fruits are easy to eat high in the trees there is a ready supply of pineapples, paw paws and mangoes. In the middle of the honeycombed jungle, a white homestead. Black servants walk around, their their skiny skin contrasted by thick, white, starched aprons. Dotted in and out of the mass of vines, are fresh flowers, sending rich fragrances into the air. The flowers can be seen through a confusion of vines and creepers, splattered in and out. The jungle is alive at night, monkeys swing and it seems as if they talk to each other and they understand. They scare birds by their sudden screeching and constant chatter. They are important in the jungle and they seem to know it.

HI — SOUTH SEA ISLAND The island lies, a brightly-wrapped Christmas present In the frangipani dawn. The jungle trembles in the heat As the sun, A clenched fist, strikes the land, Ragged palm-trees with handfuls of coconuts like knotted twine They are the paws of ancient ships A white bracelet around the island Outside savage blue and inner jellied turquoise Crumpled foil in the morning sun, While the moist night-zephrs die, To the screams of bawdy parrots And the glimmer of loud-coloured cellophane fruits. In the surf, A shark's fin, a sail; And the teeth, like stakes in a tiger trap. They surround the natives Diving for coral, The streaks of white sunlight plastered to the shore, stare Transfixed A marbled sunset Sea red then gold like a casket, The Jungle awakens; It screams like sirens And crackles softly like paper; Chinks in the web of tendrils Reveal the net full of stars Caught by a fisherman in the light of a smoking oil lamp On the sands And in the twilight ambiguous schooners slide Trailing bouquets of white to moonlit moorings

Natalie Alsop II — ISLAND MORNING Island morning, flat with pastel shades, a hint of perfume rises with the early breeze. White sun sprinkles the waves, evaporating the deep purple of night On the horizon, the reef forms a protective bracelet against the jagged, intense blue of sea beyond. Within, translucent green water swirls and flickers amongst turrets of coral, while seaweed sways like native dancers. The surf rises to a swell, then crashes down to drag its lacy fingers across powder-fine sand The beach, a stage with a backdrop of palms, where monkeys fly like slingshots in the new sun. Further in, lies the island's secret heart The tangled jungle; flooded with a thick syrupy scent of fruit and dark odours, steaming up from the jungle floor, on entwined mat of creeper and vines, teeming with a myriad mysterious creatures. The thin banded palms reach upward from the darkness to create a canopy which basks in the sun at its full height. Morning is gone. Georgie Stewart

Karen Goldsworthy IV — THE WHITE BRACELET Outside the reef Sharks-fins, like sails, slide through the jagged water, While within the white bracelet, dolphins play. The water in the lagoon is smooth and quiet, like green jelly in a bowl, it meets the sand with a gentle throb. The carved beach Heated by the intense sun, high in the skies dome, Exposed like a peeled banana, Undisturbed as the lagoon. The palm trees, reaching out toward the white reef, Stretched as the prow of a ship, Heads down, showing a row of green umbrellas. Julia Hay

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My father kept in the bottom drawer of his desk an old and beautiful map of our city. I recall when I was young I would carefully lift the parchment roll tied with a piece of faded blue ribbon out of the musty smelling drawer. I would sit on the floor in a shaft of sunlight coming from the open window, the dust particles dancing gaily in the light and ponder over the faded words and lines. The map was dated 1880 and in swirling copper-plate the name of the city was heralded on the top of the map. The corners of the map were more yellow than the middle and if I was not careful in handling it the paper would crumble and disappear through my ringers. Our city was a large one and we lived in a middle class area, so sometimes I would trace with my fingers the roads which led to the slums which contained the squalor and despair the wealthy were ashamed of, and shunned. I could imagine the children barefoot and dirty, playing in the cobblestone streets below the oppressive blue stone buildings which bellowed out black smoke into the clean open sky. I could imagine on the days when the sky was overcast and bleak the children could not play in the streets any longer and the mothers would grow tired and drawn from trying to cheer the sullen faces. On days such as this, however, on the parts of the map my finger would lead me to more frequently, the children would sit in their warm friendly nurseries, roasting chestnuts in bright flames, laughing and playing. On sunny, happy days the women would stroll elegantly on velvet carpeted lawns, meandering aimlessly through rose gardens and colour, their laughter tinkling and disappearing into the warm air. I would sit on the carpet in the streak of sunlight and wonder why so much sadness and despair could exist on an old faded map together with a world so different. Then I would carefully roll up the map, tie the dainty piece of ribbon round it and place it back into the drawer. Later I would quietly tip-toe out of the room, carefully, so as not to disturb the specks of dust dancing in the sunlight. Jessica Cummins FRACTURED GLASS The glass slipped from my hand, the delicate pieces, fell and rebounded in the sink; innumerable prisms of light quivered, like mirrors that caught the sun. A window pane breaking like shattered toffee, could not have looked better. A goblet, a lens; ice cracking beneath skaters' feet. The glass was brittle, a handcrafted import, and now, its fractured edges lay in a pool of champagne. It reminded me of spectacles, rimless twisted circles of clear cellophane. Cracked window panes cobweb covered light globes, swinging, creating light in coal-mine darkness, the specks of glass mirrored and fell against each other. It was icy, deathly like frozen water, cruel and bubbly, gushing down the plughole like blood from a wound, The glass, slipped from my hand. Jamie Robertson 21

VISITOR

Last Laugh

I lie awake by the white beach, in a hammock which sags between the warped tree-trunks, The specks of sunlight, come spinning through the tattered headress of the palms, sprinkling my face with warmth. Out past the lagoon, beyond the crusty reef, lies the open sea — savage and intense, its waves writhing on the jagged coral. It is here that the natives are, in their long canoes with prows like the trunks that support me, the loose clothing sticking to their bodies. It is here too that the sharks lurk, the teeth inside their gaping jaws distinctly like the sharpened stakes of a tiger trap. they wait, slicing the water with their sails, waiting for the rejects of the catch to be dumped over the side, their bright eyes are gleaming in the darkness, waiting, waiting perhaps for a lithe brown arm. And then the reef subsides beneath the tide, and the canoes waff over it like the breeze which returns to revive the planter living in the steaming jungle. From where I am, by the broken beach, I can see him now, sipping his martini, alone on the wooden verandah. He sits in the wicker arm-chair, inhaling memories brought by the breeze, he dreams once again of home. Home (that sweet paradise) where life is as dull as the note-paper he writes on. The visions, disturb him once again and he leaves the wet rain-forest for the refreshing lagoon. By the lonely beach. Jamie Robertson.

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The sun blazed down on the earth, And a carcass lay on the wind-swept plain. A crow circled the carcass laughing. The grass was burnt stubble. It crunched under your boot, Like gravel. In the sky, the sun had set, And night came this way. But this night was different. A smell of ozone wafted through the wide expanse. And soon we heard the patter of rain as it fell on the roof. The farmer go out of bed, in pyjamas, Ran out into the night And started laughing. The crow sat and huddled in a tree. Lachlan Campbell.

LIBRARY COUNCIL The library can once again boast a very successful year in 1981. The repairing and preparation of new books, which most people associate with the library, are just a small fraction of the activities which the library undertakes. Apart from repairing books we held two sales (of old books) up in Morrison Hall, the proceeds from which were used to build a new display cabinet in the library. We also journeyed up to Melbourne during the holidays and purchased some new fiction books, which the library needed. Also in first term the Council held a fiction sale in co-operation with Hingely's Bookstore. Our social calendar included inviting Mr and Mrs McVitty to the school for dinner one evening, where Mr McVitty spoke to us about his new book. The school will no doubt feel the loss of Mrs Wood who is retiring this year. The organisation and success of the library rests largely upon her shoulders, her skill and management has shown that she has aquitted herself admirably over the years. I would like to thank Mrs Wood for the help and support she has given the Council and wish her the very best for the following years.

Mrs Gibson who is also retiring this year has given many years of outstanding service to The College. She will be particularly remembered for the efficient and calm way in which she has coped with the day to day running of the Audio Visual section of the library. To Mrs Gibson, as well as the two retiring members of the library staff we say "thank you" and best wishes. Miss Barnfather is also leaving us this year and we should like to extend our sincere thanks to her. For the last five years Miss Barnfather has given her voluntary services to the library and has arrived on Monday morning every week and covered countless books. This magnificent contribution has enabled books to be on the shelves with the minimum delay. To the Staff, Library Council and Committee we extend our very best wishes for 1982.

LIBRARY COUNCIL Back S.J. Leeder; AG. McKay; J.E Grant; A.E. McKellar; H.L. Vines; C.R. Knox; E.A. Lomas. Front: Mrs AC. Warren; G.A Downey (Secretary); Mrs J. Gibson; Mrs P.M. Wood (Librarian); P.J. Major (Chairman); Mrs LR. James.

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Peter Major

FOOTBALL This year's new coach took little time in adjusting to the tempo of senior football with rigorous pre-season training for those not involved with a summer sport. Hard training soon became a forte of Mr Leyshon's coaching technique, with witches' hats becoming the symbol of sprints. The season started in Perth at the annual Tri-Carnival with two victories, during which College overran the Perth big names, and humbled them in front of their large home crowd. The games were highlighted by good performances from David Pearson and Rick Le Deux. A late inclusion in the side, Norm MacLeod, proved to be the "find" of the year. From the carnival a new brand of College spirit, determination and team work was unearthed, along with the subsequent victory of the Fisher Plate. The A.P.S. season started shakily with a narrow win over Caulfield. College virtually stole the game from their opponents who must still wonder how they lost the game, from six goals in front during the last quarter, only to lose by one point at the end. Nor will we forget Gary Filbay's miraculous left-foot goal that eventually won the game for us.

The following games included a loss to Scotch and also the loss of our ViceCaptain, Paul Gorell, through a bad injury; then a win against Carey and a defeat by Haileybury. In both these games Brad Hutchesson (acting Captain at the time) exemplified the determination of a true rover. These games were followed by wins against St. Kevins and our old rivals Geelong Grammar. A mention must be made of Dean Herbert's remarkable last quarter effort against Grammar, when he took twelve marks. The season ended with two disappointing losses, the first to Melbourne Grammar, in which Mick Armytage actually kicked his first goal (while playing on the back line) and the second to Brighton Grammar. During this match, Russell Simpson, the full bank, had the urge to kick a goal (from the centre of the ground!) Throughout the season thirty students played 1 st XVIII games. Of this 30 only

40% were from sixth form, a marked decline from the usual 80%. Those statistics and the outstanding performance of the younger age groups perhaps indicates a promising future for The Geelong College football. But this same youthfulness may have cost us the 1981 A.P.S. Premiership not because of our lack of talent and enthusiasm, butthrough a lack of maturity. With reference to coach Leyshon's successful season, he displayed at all times a considerable amount of tolerance accompanied by the necessary degree of discipline. This success is illustrated by his players' respect. Finally I would like to congratulate Brad Hutchesson in winning the best player award and also the other players, trainers (Andrew Wood and Tim Morrison) and supporters for contributing to the success of the 1981 season. Mark Longden

1st XVIII Football Results, 1981 MATCH COLLEGE SCORE Perth Carnival vs Scotch Adelaide 20-18 (138) vsHale AP.S. 1. vs Caulfield 2. vs Scotch 3. vs Carey 4. vs Haileybury 5. vs St. Kevins 6. vs Geelong Grammar 7. vs Melbourne Grammar 8. vs Brighton 26

OPPONENTS' SCORE 2-6 (18)

15-9(99)

5-9(39)

14-6 (90) 11 -4 (70) 13-12 (90) 4-7 (31) 9-7 (61) 12-6 (78) 16-8 (104) 11-12 (78)

14-5 (89) 23-8 (146) 13-9 (87) 14-21 (105) 8-4 (52) 8-4 (52) 19-12 (126) 16-11 (107)

SPORT

TENNIS Although The Geelong College first team were relatively unsuccessful concerning the number of matches we won, we were successful, however, in maintaining enthusiasm within the team. Asthe 1981 team did not have any sixth formers, we were a young and inexperienced team comprising of two third formers, two fourth formers and five fifth formers. Those who played in the firsts were: John Calvert, who despite missing the bus on our first match, maintained enthusiasm throughout the season; John Ide, whose Jimmy Connors' style not only benefited his game but also his temperament; Craig Collins, the quiet man of the team whose forehand volley was a source of concern to Miss Barkley and himself; Rohan Thompson, who entertained the rest of the team on bus trips, and many of the opposition; Andrew Roffey, whose consistency won him many well-earned matches against more powerful opposition; Hamish Salmon, our baby of the team who often surprised the rest by humiliating opponents twice his size by sheer determination; Kerryn Greeves, who proved that beneath the glamour was determination, surprising various male opponents; and the two captains, Michael Bell and Paul Warwick, whose shouldering of responsibility was inspirational to the whole team and to our coach, Miss Barkley. The second, third and under-fifteen teams, although winning few matches during the season, maintained their enthusiasm which was pleasing to see. Our road to successes seems inevitable as we will have virtually the same team next year and many of our Melbourne opponents will have lost the majority of their team who were sixth formers. The discovery of talent in the under fifteen teams makes the future look all the more promising. Many thanks must go to Messrs. Wehrmann, Jacobs, Keary and Miss Barkley for their tireless efforts and valuable time spent in coaching the four A.P.S. teams, as well as the two teams which the School entered for the first time in the Churches' Competition. We're sure the firsts would like to thank Miss Barkley for making our debut into the A.P.S., all the more enjoyable, and encouraging us. Best of luck for the future. Kerryn Greeves Michael Bell Paul Warwick

NETBALL 1981 Winter Season Crimson faces and sore muscles quickly convinced the sixty or so girls who turned out to the first practices that the winter netball season had begun. The number of girls that elected netball as their sport ensured that College was well represented with seven teams in the local Y.W.C.A competition. College teams also competed in the country-weekend competition in June, and a weekend tournament held in Mildura. Players representing College 1 travelled to Perth this year for the Tri-State Carnival competition. Perth schools, St. Mary's and Hale were this year's hosts for the annual competition. Our netball team, comprising of nine players and one coach were enthusiastic to retain the winning trophy. Unfortunately, enthusiasm was not quite enough this year. The opposition teams from St. Mary's and Scotch College of Adelaide were a little too strong for us. However, the emphasis of the trip cannot entirely lie with the sporting competition. I am sure that the experience and friendship gained in Perth cancels any disappointment with the sporting result. In this sense, the trip was an entirely successful one; a credit to those involved in its organisation. With the commencement of second Term, the weekly competition was regarded a little more seriously. The firsts with their "quickie" suntans from W.A were eager to live up to the reputation and success of previous first teams. Well, the tans faded and we sort of did too. The senior teams were not successful this season premiership-wise, but all competed to the best of their ability which, after all, is no discredit. Some fine performances were to be seen from the junior teams of College 6 and College 5. College 5 consisting of fourth form girls won their way to a premiershipthe hard way. Afterfinishing fourth on the ladder, they won every game in the final series to finish with a well-deserved premiership. College 6, a team of third formers had rather a good season, to finish with only one loss. A win in the final capped off their winning streak. The talent in our teams was rewarded at the trophy presentations. Karen Braithwaite of College 1 was runner-up Best and Fairest player of "A" grade, as was Jodie Henderson of College 5 in B3 grade and Jenny Hynes of College 6 in B4 grade. My thanks go to Katie Millard and Jenny Logan for their time devoted to coaching, the girls who played netball and especially College 1 for the fine example they set. A big thank you must go to Mr Lancaster for his time, effort and, on numerous occasions - patience; the most important quality when trying to organise a bunch of females. To the girls who continue to represent The Geelong College in netball, I extend my very best wishes for continued success and enjoyment in the future. Robyn Humphreys

Summer Season, 1980-81 The 1981 netball report would not be complete without recognising the teams which competed in the night netball competition. Two teams were entered in the Unity competition at Kardinia Park with a third coming up from the Prep. School in first term. The seconds, coached by Miss Schofield played consistently throughout the season but were unlucky not to make the final four. The thirds also played well throughout the season and earned their place in the finals. They lost the preliminary final in a very tight, exciting match. The first team played in A5 grade. What began as a season with light emphasis on winning, with a purpose of developing and then practicing skills evolved into a season of success and a lot of fun. Coached by Mr Lancaster, team 1 began in a grade which was, at first thought to be too experienced. The season told the story, and with a narrow loss in the grand final, the progress made throughout the season could be seen. A presentation night finished off a very enjoyable night season. Team 1 were awarded six trophies which included Best Defenders, Best Goalers, Best and Fairest, and Netball Sportsgirl. My sincere thanks are extended to Miss Schofield, Katie Millard and the girls who played, I especially thank Team 1 for being so helpful and creating such a good feeling within the team and friendly association with opponent teams. Last, but by no means least is Coach Lancaster, whose time, effort and advice is always readily appreciated. Robyn Humphreys 29

GIRLS' HOCKEY The College girls have had two senior teams and one junior team competing in the Geelong Women's Hockey Association. The C's, comprising of third and fourth formers and coached by Miss Jennie Eggleston, played in the C grade competition. They recorded six losses, one draw and two wins. Although they did not win many matches, when they did win they won well, the respective scores being 5-0 and 3-0. Most of their matches had close scores; however, they did not reach the finals. The_B's, coached by Miss Karen Jarrett, played in the B grade competition. They were the most successful girls' team, reaching the semi-finals. They kept Morongo scoreless in the semi until the last ten minutes of the game, the final score being 1 -0. All agreed this was one of their best games of the season.

BOYS' HOCKEY This year saw more boys playing hockey during Term II than for any of the years that I have been at the Senior School. As a result, we had four sides in A.P.S. matches as well as an Under 16 side playing in the Geelong Junior Competition. In the final analysis it is the results that the casual observer will be interested in and for the record we played in a total of 24 games being successful in 13, losing 6 and drawing the remaining 5. During this process we scored a total of 83 goals and had 39 scored against us- not a bad percentage at all. Room had to be quickly found in our trophy cabinet (Mr Ingham's office) when halfway through the season we won the Inaugural Ararat Hockey Carnival after starting the season by coming an excellent third at the Victorian Schoolboy Championship (better luck next year fellas!). Our result in the A.P.S. round of matches could best be described as average: 3 wins, 3 draws and 3 losses but given that too much orange eating went on at halftime (James Wilson), "official" resting went on during the game (Steve Conradi) and spectator watching (Tim Stevenson) occurred, it wasn't a bad effort. In extending thanks to the coaches, the umpires and the groundsmen (?) who put in their time, energy and efforts for us to madly chase that little white ball around I would like to especially highlight the efforts made by the coach of the 1 st XI for the past 10 years, Mr Chris Ingham. The loss of Mr Ingham as head coach for hockey next year will surely make it a harder task than it already has been for the hockey sides to gain the support from the School that they deserve. Remember that for all the fun we had, we had the best schoolboy side in the State - rating us as the second most successful team at the College. Glenn Downey

The A's, coached by Mr Roger Buttenshaw, played in the tough A grade competition. The team was a bit down-hearted at the start of the season, constantly coming up against teams containing state players; however, what we lacked in established players we gained in School spirit and were determined to show the club and School teams what we were made of. The Perth Tri-State Carnival in the May holidays, at which netball, football and hockey were played, was a great success in both sporting and social aspects. Miss Eggleston tookcharge of ourteam as Mr Buttenshaw was engaged — getting married. We played four matches over the week losing to St. Mary's, Perth, 4-3 and 4-2, and recording a win and a draw against Scotch, Adelaide, 1-0 and 1-1. The carnival was all that was needed to mould us into a team. As the season progressed into second term the fields became muddier. This placed heavier reliance on our wet weather skills. It was ironic that our best hockey was played when we opposed the club teams, and only once did the scores give any indication of the standard of play, when we drew with Wanderers, who were then the top team. 30

We had some disappointing games against Morongo and Geelong Grammar when we did not play to ourfull potential, however, we were undefeated against these schools. Washed-out games did not help our cause either. We did not reach the finals as Morongo edged into fourth place, ahead of us on percentage. During the season the firsts recorded nine losses, five draws and two wins. Even though we did not win many matches we were a great team with loads of spirit and ability. With so many younger players in the A's and B's, and a strong C team, the future seasons of the girls' hockey will be marked with success. Overall, 1981 was a very successful season and all three teams learnt a lot from the experience. Thanks must be extended to Miss Eggleston, Miss Jarrett and Mr Buttenshaw for putting so much time and effort into coaching the girls' teams this year. Fiona Purnell

GIRLS' ROWING Thegirls' rowing has once again repeated the success for which it has become renowned - not always in complimentary terms. Unfortunately the male species never fail to remind us of our lack of competition, but despite this 1981 has seen firm foundations laid. With the advent of girls in the Head of the River, and acquiring a "Log Book", we hope such traditions become firmly established. The 1st and 2nd Fours undertook an intensive training session not only on the water, but also during lunchtime breaks, which no doubt will never be forgotten.Two crews were represented in the Head of the River. The 2nd Four who had one win and some close finals during the season, performed extremely well, coming in a very close second. The 1 st Four, entered the Head of the River as favourites, having recorded three wins and two seconds out of five races. After much publicity which included one of our coaches saying "They will undoubtedly win", we were left with little alternative. The 3rds, 4ths and 5ths, comprised largely of the younger girls, have demonstrated a keen enthusiasm and an eagerness to improve, that we hope will continue College tradition. Without the excellence and dedication of our coaches we would not have been able to achieve the results we did. We extend our thanks to them all. The season has been filled with good times, many laughs, and ultimately success. From those leaving, we wish all future "mullets", the very best of luck. Karen Braithwaite

BOYS' ROWING This year the College Boat Club did better than hold its own in Public School rowing with many crews reaching the finals in various regattas throughout the season and competing in finals at the Head of the River and A.P.S. Junior Regatta. The 5th VIM coached by Andy Brown, were narrowly defeated in their heat but went on to record an impressive win in the Loser's Final. The 4th eight with coach, Scott Chirnside, were also narrowly defeated in their heat and also in the Intermediate Final where they came second, the 3rd VIII had a great year with success in the Scotch-Mercantile Regatta, winning the Mercantile Cup and a great win in their division of the Head of the River. This feat has only been achieved on one other occasion where the 1976 3rd VIM won both of these events. Congratulations must go to their coach, Richard Morris. This year the repecharge system was introduced into the programme for the 1st and 2nd VIM's. This allows crews a second chance if they are unsuccessful in their heats. Four crews now row in the

Head of the River and the repecharge system ensures that the fastest crews now reach the final. David Olliffs 2nd VIII came 2nd in their heat, won their repecharge and came second in both their semi-final and final. This was a very pleasing result especially when one considers that many members of this crew will be returning next year.

This year's first VIM had its ups and downs. The season started off on an excellent note with a win in the Barwon Regatta making us the Victorian Champion Schoolboy VIM. This result was followed by a poor performance in the Henly Regatta, however, after which 31

alterations were made to the composition of the crew. There was still great room for improvement after the other regattas leading up to the Head of the River. Things did begin to come together in the last week of training which led us to a confortable win in the heat, second place in the semi-final where we knocked out the pre-race favourites St. Kevin's and second place in the final. Thanks must be expressed to the coach Jeff Sykes for his efforts throughout the season which was fairly incident-free except for "Moose" riding a new bike into the river. Thanks must also be expressed to the Master in Charge, Mr Amezdroz, whose administration was of great benefit throughout the year and to the Albert Bell Club who not only provided great support but also donated six bikes for the coaches, a new set of scales and many other pieces of helpful equipment. Although this year was successful I am sure the College Boat Club can look forward to even better seasons in the near future. Paul Gorell

CRICKET The first eleven had a year of mixed fortunes, with some outstanding performances and some mediocre ones. Our performance against reigning A. P.S. premiers Brighton Grammarwas perhaps the highlight of the term, although one crushing defeat of Geelong Grammar brought a smile to all our faces. The year of cricket was very enjoyable for most of the boys, especially the trips to Melbourne, enjoyed almost as much as the cricket was, expecially by those who sat in the back seat of the mini bus. seat of the mini bus. Throughout the year, there were many outstanding individual performances as well as team performances. Our Captain Brad Hutchesson was an inspiration to all of the team, with his brilliant batting and captaincy.

Brad's aggregate for the year was 346 runs at an average of 49.43. He was well backed up by opener Andrew McKay, David Richards and the hard hitting Gray Bowden. Bowling was perhaps the strongest part of our side, with most players capable of "taking a bag of wickets" on his day. The pace of Dean Herbert and the consistency of Russell Simpson as opening bowlers helped us to many good starts. Russell and Dean will again spearhead our attack in 1982. Lyle Banks, was the surprise packet in bowling with an excellent year, taking 16 wickets at an average of 19.75. Lyle took out the Bowling award for the year. Our fielding was also outstanding, with Cameron Knox excelling in the covers and Simon (The Hand) Holloway always alert in the gully. 32

Our Vice Captain Ashley (Sash) Seller was also an inspiration with his brilliant glove work behind the stumps. This was highlighted by his five catches against Wesley. Finally I would like to thank Mr Seeckts who once again gave up his cricket so he could coach us. His knowledge proved to be invaluable on a number of occasions and all team members got on very well with him. Also on behalf of the team I would like to thank our Captain Brad Hutchesson and Vice Captain Ashley Seller for their leadership throughout the term of cricket. Gray Bowden AWARDS All Rounder - Gray Bowden Bowling - Lyle Banks Batting - Brad Hutchesson Outstanding Cricket- Brad Hutchesson

GIRLS' BASKETBALL

GIRLS' ATHLETICS

SOCCER

The Geelong College bastketball skills were also displayed by a relatively unknown girls' basketball team, commonly called "Khobz". The team consisted of seven fifth formers: Lexine James, Heidi Allen, Liza Mantzaris, Anne Stephenson, Debbie Hynes, Sally Lindros, Sue Mulligan; who entered a competition at Try Boys stadium. Considering the fact that the majority of the players had no previous basketball experience, Khobtz were very pleased to reach the semi-final. This could not have been achieved without the great dedication and skill of our coach Gavin Merriman and enthusiasm of our weekly supporters. Khobtz's true ability was recognized by some Geelong College students in the "match of century" against The Geelong College "Pivot" Boys' Basketball team. After a close match, Khobtz were superior by four points. (The 60 point head start was helpful!).

1981 was a satisfying year for both the School squad and many individuals. We had a good season of competition, taking part in the Geelong All Schools Championships, Victorian Schoolgirls' Championships, Geelong Girls' Athletics and Quadrangular Sports Day. In the Victorian Schoolgirls' Championships (which was very hard competition since you had to qualify for entry), and Geelong All Schools Championships we were represented by a small portion of the girls' squad. Those who represented College performed well and in the Geelong All Schools Championships some individual results were outstanding. Those who participated were NeridaCarr (Gold and Silver Medals), Karen Braithwaite(Gold), Diana Hale (Bronze), Susan Tucker (Bronze), Michelle Spargo, Fiona Macmillan and Cassy Hill. The Geelong College were also the hosts of the 1981 Geelong Girls' Athletics and we were determined to show our opposition the strength of our athletes. Our team was made up of several very talented track and field competitors and our depth came from girls who helped to see each event was competed. The effort made by these team members was something The Geelong College should be proud of.

Soccer players and those who had never played "real football" before, eagerly awaited the beginning of soccer as a sport option at The College. They were not to be disappointed. The season "kicked off" (if you will pardon the pun) with a rather humorous training session. It was amazing to see so many people with two left feet all gathered together in the one place. However, our expert coach, Danny Spooner, soon remedied this situation and before long we were ready for competition. Although we did not compete in the A.P.S. competition this year, we did play some goodwill matches against district teams. Our first match, played at the Preparatory School, was against our old rivals, Geelong Grammar. College won the match 2 goals to 1. Grammar was to seek revenge later on but their efforts were to no avail, College winning 3-0. Our first loss of the season was against Corio Tech. In what was a rather tough match, to say the least, College went down 2 goals to 1. Our next defeat was a 7-1 result against a much more experienced Deakin University side. The final match of the season, against Queenscliff High School, resulted in a good 3-1 win to College. My thanks for a very enjoyable season go to Mr Spooner for his untiring efforts at getting soccer established at the School; MrCronk for providing transport and moral support to the team; and last, but not least, the players. The inroads soccer has made at The College this year augurs well for its future at this School. Next year a College soccer team will be entering the A.P.S. competition and we may even have a soccer ground prepared at the senior school. There should be no need to make soccer goals by sawing the footy goals in half and using the offcuts as a crossbar, as one fanatical soccer player suggested during the season! Ron Neugebauer

Heidi Allen Anne Stephenson

SWIMMING This year the swimming team had a most enjoyable season. Although we were not very successful in the A. P.S. competition, I feel we created a unity that was unique to the 1981 swimming team. In early March the boys competed in the Geelong All Schools Championships and for the 21 st year in a row retained the Strachan Shield. They made a commendable effort in retaining this shield and upholding the status of the College swimming team. This year's success could not have been obtained without the dedicated help of Mr J.B. Hawkes (Master-in-Charge) and the coaches: Mr A.N. Gibson, Miss J.E. Eggleston, Miss W.F. Schofield and Dr. S.N. Farrall. I would personally like to thank the members of the team, the coaches and the two vice-captains; Paul Read and Louise Barrett, fortheirsupportthroughout the season. Melinda Bell

Thanks must go to Miss Jarrett for coaching us and giving up so much of her time to cheer us on. The encouragement from all other spectators was also greatly appreciated. We hope that 1982 will be even more successful than this year has been for us. Cassy Hill

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TEAM PHOTOGRAPHS

FIRST XVIII Back: A M . Seller; C.R. Abery; S.J. Lawrance; S.J. Walsgott; G.A Bowden; P.A Williams; AR. Scott; D.M. Lamont; D.G. Pearson. Centre: M.H. Backwell; A J. Wood (Trainer); S.B. Coutts; P.W. Selleck; C.K.G. Smith; J.R. Hale; N. MacLeod; D.Herbert; S.D. Holloway; D.J. Tarr; D.G. Richards; C.K. Forrest. Front: S.C. Sidwell; M.J. Armytage; R.G. Simpson; F.G. LeDeux; M. F. Longden (Capt.); Mr J.V. Leyshon (Coach); P.R. Gorell (Vice-Capt.); B.C. Hutchesson; A E . McKellar; I.M. Johns; G.R. Filbay.

T E N N I S TEAM Back: R.J. Thomson; D.AC. Roffey; J. Calvert; J.P. Ide; H.J. Salmon; Front: K.M. Greeves; M.M. Bell (Capt.); Miss R.A Barkley (Coach); R.P. Warwick (Co.-Capt.); C.W. Collins. 34

COLLEGE 1 NETBALL Back: K.M. Stephens; S.M. Henderson; M.K. Wieland; S.D. Macmillan. Front: H.B. Allen; R.S. Humphreys (Capt.); MrR.W. Lancaster (Coach); K M . Braithwaite (Vice-Capt.); D.T. Hynes.

SOCCER TEAM Back: A. Fisher; M.D. Cheatley; R.H. Maltby; T.A. Gault; A.G. Findlay; L C . Campbell; R.P. Dalitz; B.P. Smith Front: Y.H. Leong; J.H.Wilson; R.W. Neugebauer(Capt); MrD.E. Spooner(Coach); D.J. Quigley (Vice-Capt.); B. McLeod; E.J. Weiser. 35

HOCKEY 1 st XI Back: N.C. Davies; S.J Skoglund; S.A. Conradi; K.L. Baillie; P.A. Read; A.J.M. MacLeod; J.H. Wilson. Front: T.S. Stevenson; G.A. Downey (Capt.); MrC.G. Ingham (Coach); P.J. Major (Vice-Capt.); M.D. Tavaria.

GIRLS 1st XI HOCKEY Back: E.A. Lomas; L.A. Barrett; J.E. Mills; F.J. Brake; E.A Neely; M.S. Brake; S.E. Lindros; A.M. Heffernan. Front K.M. Greeves; F.M. Purnell (Capt.); Mr R.D. Buttenshaw (Coach); K.A. Stevenson; G.L Smith 36

ROWING 1st VIM A.R. Scott (Stroke); B.M. Gorell (7); J.R Hale (6); A.M. Edgar (5); P.R. Gorell (4); A.K. Kerr (3); K.L Baillie (2); S.J. Goiding (Bow); S.G. Pearce (Cox).

GIRLS'1ST IV D.M. Hale (Bow); F.H. Purnell (2); S.D. Macmillan (3); K.M. Braithwaite (Stroke); L Monotti (Cox). 37

FIRST XI Back: D.G. Pearson; A.G. McKay; J.M. Johns; R.G. Simpson; D. Herbert; G.A. Bowden; L.R. Banks; S.C Sidwell Front: D.G. Richards; C.R. Knox; B.C. Hutchesson (Capt); Mr M.W. Seeckts (Coach); A.M. Seller (Vice-Capt )• S.D. Holloway; C.R. Abery.

GIRLS' CRICKET TEAM Back: J.M. Dimmick; A. Stephenson; K.L Armstrong; M.L Williams; K B . Allen; J.E. Mills; CM Williams Front: L.N. James; S.L Nancarrow; E.A. Neely (Capt); Miss J.E. Eggleston (Coach); F.M. Purnell (Vice-Capt.); S.G. Mulligan; M.L. Mantzaris. 38

ATHLETICS Back- E B Heffernan; A.G. Rau; J.M. Hobbs; S.J. Walsgott; I.M. Johns; S.N. Paton; R.G. Pilling; N.J. Barrett; A.J. Holdsworth; J.P. Ida Centre- H.J. Salmon; D.G. Pearson; R.D. Verrell; C.W. Collins; P.W. Selleck; S.J. Armstrong; B.T. Green; S.A Conradi; P.J. Bates; A. P. Nagle; T.J. Caithness; D.G. Nagle; A.J. Uphill. Front- A L Noseda; A J. Buchanan; M.D. Filbay; J.R. Hale; G.R. Filbay (Capt.); Mr P.A. Cronk (Master in Charge); Mr W J Harris (Coach); V.A. Hurley (Vice-Capt.); M.J. Armytage; AG. Findlay; C.K. Forrest; M.W. Backwell.

GIRLS' ATHLETICS TEAM Back- M A. Symes; F.J. Brake; S. Green; C.S. Cross; R.J. Turner; S.J. Golding; M.S. Brake; D.M. Blair; S.M. Tucker. Centre- H Millard; S.K. Buchanan; J. Hutchinson; N.A.F. Carr; MA Spargo; T.P. Cutler; J.A. Hynes; J.M.Henderson; J.M. Stewart; F.J. Brown; A.E. Gready, E.A. Bowden Front- F H Purnell; EA Neely; KM. Stephens; D.M. Hale; S.D. MacMillan; Miss K.F. Jarrett (Coach); K.M. Braithwaite (Capt); C. Hill; S.J. Rattray-Wood; F.L MacMillan; J.E. Mills. 39

GIRLS BASEBALL Back: S.B. Barber; Y.C. Gilbert; EA Neely; J.C. Dunning; J.E. Mills; S.M. Tucker. Front: KA Patterson; S.E. Lester (Capt); FA Crawford (Vice-Capt); J.H. Patterson.

BASKETBALL TEAM Back: K.L. Baillie; A.K. Fletcher; J.R. Hale; Mr J.V. Leyshon. Front: S.J. Jennings; G.B. Merriman (Capt.); Mr EA. Manwaring (Coach); I.M. Johns; S.J. Walsgott. 40

SWIMMING TEAM. Back W.J.F. Smit; N.J. Barrett; A.G. Findlay; S.J. Armstrong; N. Savery; Centre: A.J. Frame; T.P. Morrison; D.M. Blair; S.J. McGinn; S.M. Green; S.L. Ingpen; A.S. Hocking; L.C. Crafter; Seated: Miss W. F. Schofield (Coach); LA. Barrett (Vice-Capt.); Mr J.B. Hawkes (Master in Charge); M.A Bell (Capt); Mr A.N. Gibson (Coach); PA Read (Vice-Capt); Miss J.E. Eggleston (Coach); (Abs.) Dr. S.N. Farrall (Coach).

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SPORTS PRIZES 1981 SWIMMING Girls' Junior Swimming Champion Dianne M. Blair Girls' Senior Swimming Champion Louise A. Barrett Boys' U14 Swimming Champion Equal: Craig A Favaloro, Hamish J. Salmon Boys' U15 Swimming Champion Neil J. Barrett Boys' U16 Swimming Champion Adam G. Findlay Boys' Open Swimming Champion David I. May The A.D. Griffiths Cup for Swimming Won by - Coles House House Representative: Louise A. Barrett RECORD TROPHIES Presented to students who equal or break an existing record which has been in existance for five or more years. U15 50 m. Freestyle 27.6 secs. Neil J. Barrett. U15 50 m. Butterfly 30.35 secs. Neil J. Barrett. U15 Medley Relay 1.53.6 secs. Timothy J. Kent- Hughes; Smith; Glen L. Campbell, Simon J. Smith ATHLETICS Girls' U15/U16 Champion Nerida A. Carr Girls' U17/Open Champion Karen M. Braithwaite Boys' U15 Champion Hamish J. Salmon Boys' U16 Champion Chris C. Knight Boys' U17 Champion Timothy J. Caithness Boys' Open Champion 2nd (The Norman Morrison Cup) David G. Pearson 1 st (The Geelong College Cup) Gary R. Filbay

ATHLETICS RECORD TROPHIES Presented to students who equal or break an existing record in an event which has been in existance for 5 or more years. Girls' Open Javelin 23.25 m. Elizabeth A. Neely Girls' U15/U16 Long Jump 4.55 m. Nerida A. Carr Girls' U15 100 m. 13.52 secs. Nerida A. Carr Girls' U17 100 m. 13.61 secs. Samantha J. Rattray-Wood Girls' Open 100 m. 13.55 secs. Sally D. Macmillan Girls' U16 200 m. 28.67 secs. Cassy Hill Girls' U16 800 m. 2.31.04 secs. Fiona L. Macmillan Girls' Open 1500 m. 5.11.68 secs. Karen M. Braithwaite Girls' U16 Long Jump 4.69 m. Heather Millard Boys' U16Shot Put 12.91 m. Adam G. Findlay GEELONG COLLEGE SQUASH CHAMPIONSHIP First: David J. Quigley TENNIS U15 Singles Champion. D. Andrew Rqffey Open Doubles Champions D. Andrew Roffey & John Calvert. Open Singles Champion (The T.S. Hawkes Memorial Trophy) D. Andrew Roffey The F.W. Rolland Cup for Inter-House Tennis - Won by: Shannon House Team Captain: Rohan J. Thomson

FOOTBALL The F.R. Quick Trophy (For best footballer of the year.) Brad C. Hutchesson THe V.H. Profitt Cup (For the most successful team in inter-school competition.). Team: U16B. Captain: Tim J. Benjamin The F.R. Quick Memorial Cup (For InterHouse Football.). Team: Coles House Captain: Brad C. Hutchesson NETBALL (Inter-House Netball Competition) Won by: Coles House Captain: Robyn S. Humphreys. CRICKET The T.K. Maltby Memorial Trophy (For Best Cricketer of the Year). Brad C. Hutchesson The W.H. Hill Memorial Trophy (For Best Ail-Round Performance) Gray A. Bowden The K.W. Nicholson Trophy (For Best Team in Inter-School Competition) Team: U15A Captain: AndyV. Richardson HOCKEY The D. D. Davey Trophy (For Best Team in Inter-School Competition). Team: U16A Captain: Jeff H. Stewart. The Inter-House Hockey Trophy Won By: McArthur House Captain: Glenn A. Downey Girls' Inter-House Hockey Trophy Won By: Shannon House Captain: Fiona Brake ROWING The D.B. Ramage Shield (For InterSchool Rowing) Won By: 3rd VIII Stroke: John C. Warmbrunn The Sue Emmett Memorial Trophy (For Girls' Rowing) Won By: 1 st IV Stroke: Karen M. Braithwaite The Henry Young Cup (For Inter-House Rowing) Won By: Wettenhall House House Representative: Rick Le Deux

SPECIAL PRIZES The J.C. Cunningham Memorial Trophy for Open Shot Put - Rick Le Deux The Nigel Boyes Trophy for Field Games and Hurdles: Equal: Gary R. Filbay and Rick Le Deux The Nigel Boyes Memorial Cup for InterHouse Athletics won by: Coles House Captain: David G. Pearson

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PREFECTS 1981

PREFECTS Back: E.A. Lomas; J.E Burn; F.M. Purnell; A.M. Stevenson; AR. Kerr; P.R. Gorell; C.K. Dunoon; A.C. Read; R.S. Humphreys; S.E. Lester. Front: W.J.F. Smit; S. Lord; G.A. Downey; S.M. Henderson (School Captain); Mr S.P. Gebhardt (Principal); J.R. Hale (Vice-Captain); S.D. Macmillan (Vice-Captain), M.F. Longden; K.M. Braithwaite.

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VALETE

Speeches of the School Captain, Sarah Henderson, representing students leaving school in 1 9 8 1 , and Deborah Hynes, representing those students returning in 1982, at the Valedictory Dinner, 1 9 8 1 . Mr. Gebhardt, ladies and gentlemen and fellow students. When I was first aware I was chosen to make th is speech tonight, all the things I could say flashed through my mind. I could convincingly speak for hours about the enjoyment you, as sixth formers, have brought to Geelong College: the attempt the boys made at trying to beat the girls at sport, the lunch time radio shows with Ray, or the forbidden use of the hose on hot days. But I realised you weren't here simply for our amusement; you were here as friends and leadersand most importantly foryou as students working towards an extremely important time. For thirteen years now, in part, you have worked towards this time; thirteen of supposedly, the happiest years of your life have been spent on what is now very close. All this leads me to think about next year, when you will have gone your separate ways and left a massive place to fill within our school community. From the Book of Job, chapter 14, "For there is hope of a tree, if it be cut down, that it will sprout again and that the tender branch thereof will not cease." Perhaps this could be applied to us. A school will continue even if something valauble - which is you - has been taken from it. The School will continue to function with the fifth formers fulfilling the role of the sixth formers as you have succeeded those before you. You have fulfilled that role in your own unique way. Even though you are all individuals, you have united through friendship to form an admirably cohesive group of sixth formers in 1981. You have shown dedication towards your academic, sporting and social lives within the school. I know you must move on but I hope you realise that there will always be a place for you, not only amongst the friends you've made here but also as a part of the school itself. You have demonstrated courage to the rest of the students by the way you have tackled your final year and have allowed the friendship which held you together to expand and develop to include the rest of the school. On behalf of the school I'd like to thank you for being what you are. We will all be thinking of you during your exams and wish you the very best of luck with them and the rest of your lives. I hope your achievements are as impressive as your efforts and it is with confidence in you that I wish you all the very best of luck. Deborah Hynes 44

'Leaving school' is difficult for me to grasp. During these last few weeks an inner conflict has gradually emerged as I struggle with this idea. One part of me visualises the relief in walking out of my final exam, no longer burdened with the pressures of H.S.C. I suspect most of us are experiencing this feeling. Nevertheless, such a transient sensation could not be sustained. There is something more elusive which isn't clear to me yet. Although rather abstract, this part of me senses the school community we are all leaving: the sporting and cultural activities; the buildings; the people; the achievements; and the failures - these were all an integral part of our school life at The Geelong College. The school offers us a broad spectrum of ideas and activities. The choices we make from this spectrum help to give us direction, to give us purpose and ultimately to re-define ourselves, so important in a school community. The opportunities are as diverse as the individual: whether participating in a school team; being auctioned as a slave; trying to use classtime; counting thousands of copper coins; or even just chatting on the grass at lunch time, we cannot afford to remain complacent. For those remaining at Geelong College, it is vital to seize any opportunity in order to become involved. 1981 has been a year of exceptional challenge and change. The new and rather controversial Year 12 Assessment system, and the inclusion of girls' rowing in the Head of the River are two of the many innovations which have occured. However, we should think of change as an expansion, and not necessarily as a deviation or a rejection.

I hope that this process of continual change gives us the capacity to remain flexible in both our attitudes and outlook. By repeatedly confronting new situations and notions, our tolerance and adaptability can develop. I think the school and its people have achieved the final stages of integration. Co-education is an expansion that has demanded flexibility, tolerance, and adaptability. Despite what many people believe, the change is essentially a social process, a gradual acceptance of a new way of thinking; a different habit of perception which includes an appreciation of extra facilities, or sporting or academic achievement, but it is not defined solely by them. One social process responsible for a more total integration was the disbanding of the 'Bachelors' Club'. For those who are unaware of the nature of this organisation, the 'Bachelors' Club' was comprised of an elite group of un-eligible sixth formers, where the dignity of "manhood" was preserved. However, when the prospective president, secretary, and treasurer all resigned with the discovery of "other interests," the membership lapsed. Perhaps this lapse is an indication of an increasingly cohesive school community. The dynamic nature of the school can also be confusing. Sometimes it gives us security and friendship and fun; other times disappointment and anger. It is for this reason that the 1981 sixth form cannot be thought of as an irreplaceable fixture at Geelong College. Nevertheless, we are leaving school in the knowledge that the "something" sixth form have created will not be forgotten. After all, who could forget 3GC on a Friday with the short-lived antics of the "live-eye"; or the lunchtime wrestles on the grass; or even the vigorous music in the gym to soothe those overworked minds. I know we will not forget the guidance and the development that the people of our school have nourished. School has contributed to the vast array of qualities needed in the years to come. At the end of last year, I received a letter from a close friend wishing me luck. Enclosed was some worthwhile advice, or as he phrased it, "a little something to bear in mind." I think this applies to all of us. "....we should think of a leader as a person going before us on the road and leading us in the right path; rather than telling us where to go, and then lying down beside the nearest milestone and going to sleep". This is a good thing to bear in mind; whether at school, or when we leave, we all assume leadership roles in many forms, with responsibilities to face and decisions to make. Geelong College has given us a positive beginning. It's up to us to make the most of it. Sarah Henderson.

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VALETE, 1981. Abery, C.R. (Chris) 1978-81 Calvert House Vice-Capt. 1st XVIII, 1st XI House Colours: Junior, Swimming, Football, Cricket, Prefect. Adams, C.G. (Carolyn) 1980-81 McLean House Prefect 2nd Tennis, Volleyball House Colours: Prefect, General, Tennis Merits: English, General Maths, Australian History Angus, M.J. (Michael) 1978-81 Shannon Capt. 3rd XVIII 2nd Tennis Anrep, J.D. (John) 1981 Shannon Armytage, M.J. (Michael) 1978-81 Shannon House Prefect, V-Capt. Aths. Squad 1st XVIII, School Colours: Football House Colours: Junior, Cross Country, Football, Prefect Ballard, A. (Anton) 1981 McArthur Bayden, D.J. (Dean) 1981 Calvert Bayley, A.J. (Anna) 1981 McLean Bell, M.A. (Melinda) 1978-81 Wettenhall House Prefect, Capt. Swimming School Colours: Swimming, Hockey House Colours: Junior, Hockey, Swimming, Prefect School Honours: Swimming Benjamin, A.J. (Andrew) 1978-81 Morrison Bushwalking Braithwaite, K.M. (Karen) 1977-81 McArthur School Prefect, House Capt. V-Capt. Boats, V-Capt. Netball 1st IV, 1st VII, Aths. Squad School Colours: Rowing, Aths. House Colours: Rowing, Netball, Aths., Swimming. School Honours: Rowing, Netball, Aths. Brake, F.J. (Fiona) 1980-81 Shannon 1st Hockey, 1 st Tennis, Aths. Squad School Colours: Hockey House Colours: Hockey, Aths.

Brake, M.S. (Melinda) 1981 Shannon

Eldridge, B.J. (Bronwyn) 1981 Calvert

Burgess, R.M. (Richard) 1978-81 Shannon 3rd XVIII House Colours: Debating

Filbay, G.R. (Gary) 1980-81 McLean Capt. Aths. Squad, House Prefect 2nd Tennis, 1st XVIII School Colours: Football House Colours: Tennis, Aths., Football, Prefect, Cross Country

Burn, J.R. (Julie) 1979-81 McArthur School Prefect, House Prefect, Capt. Volleyball 2nd Tennis Butterworth, A.K. (Kay) 1979-81 Coles House Prefect Netball House Colours: Prefect Campbell, L.J. (Lisa) 1977-81 Morrison Cave, M.L (Michael) 1980-81 McLean Mid-Year Dance Committee 4th XVIII House Colours: General Coleman, J.J. (John) 1979-81 Wettenhall Chairman, English Student Rep. Selection Committee Soccer Crawford, F.A. (Felicity) 1978-81 Coles House Prefect, V-Capt. Baseball House Colours: Prefect Daniell, S.G. (Susan) 1981 Keith Davies, N.C. (Nicholas) 1976-81 Morrison House Prefect, Capt. 2nd Cricket, Hockey Committee 1 st Hockey School Colours: Hockey House Colours: Hockey, Cricket, Football School Honours: Hockey de Uray, T.C.H. (Timothy) 1981 Morrison Downey, G.A. (Glenn) 1976-81 McArthur School Prefect, House Prefect Capt. 3rd Cricket, Capt. 1 st Hockey Library Council School Colours: Hockey House Colours: Junior, Hockey, Prefect Dunoon, C.K. (Campbell) 1968-81 Shannon School Prefect, House Capt. 2nd XVIII, 2nd VIM House Colours: Rowing, Swimming, Football, Prefect Edgar, A M . (Angus) 1974-81 Wettenhall 1st VIII

Filbay, M.D. (Mark) 1980-81 McLean Aths. Committee Aths. Squad House Colours: Aths. Fletcher, A.K. (Andrew) 1978-81 Coles House Prefect 3rd VIII, Basketball, Baseball, 3rd XVIII House Colours: Swimming, Debating Foo, Y.K. (Mark) 1976-81 Morrison House Prefect 2nd Hockey House Colours: Hockey Gilchrist, J.C. (Joyce) 1981 Coles Golding, S.J. (Samuel) 1977-81 Wettenhall Library Council 1st VIM, Soccer, Aths. Squad, Fencing School Colours: Rowing, Library Council House Colours: Rowing, Aths. Cross Country Art Prize, Madrigal Choir Gorell, P.R. (Paul) 1974-81 Calvert School Prefect, House Capt., Capt. Boats, V-Capt. 1st XVIII School Colours: Football, Rowing. Graham, R.J. (Russell) 1976-81 Morrison Woodwork Committee House Colours: Cross Country Grant, J.E. (Jeanne) 1976-81 Wettenhall Library Council Volleyball Grove, S.W. (Sally) 1981 Keith House Prefect House Colours: Prefect, Aths., Rowing Hale, J.R. (John) 1976-81 Wettenhall House Prefect, School Prefect, V-Capt. School, Rowing Committee 1 stVIM, 1 st XVIII, Basketball, Aths. Squad School Colours: Rowing, Football, Basketball House Colours: Rowing, Football, Aths., General, Junior, Prefect Gus Kearney Memorial Prize

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Henderson, S.M. (Sarah) 1977-81 Shannon School Capt, School Prefect, Capt. Fencing 1 st VII, 3rd Tennis, Aths. Squad, Vic. U/15 Schoolgirl Fencing Champ. School Colours: General House Colours: Netball Barwon Regional Youth Council (rep. G.C.) Prizes: Environmental Science, Headmaster's Prize Hill, R.B.T. (Roderick) 1981 Keith Howells, P.F. (Paul) 1981 McLean Huffam, S.E. (Sarah) 1977-81 Calvert Tennis Humphreys, R.S. (Robin) 1978-81 Coles School Prefect, House Prefect, Capt. 1st Netball, Netball Committee Tennis School Colours: Netball House Colours: Junior, Netball School Honours: Netball Hurley, V.A. (Vincent) 1978-81 McArthur V-Capt. Aths. Squad, House Prefect, 2nd XI, Cross Country House Colours: Junior, Aths., Cricket, Football, Cross Country Hutchesson, B.C. (Bradley) 1981 Coles Jennings, S.J. (Stephen) 1981 Keith 2nd XVIII, Basketball, Jones, K.L. (Karen) 1980-81 Keith House Prefect 3rd VII House Colours: Netball, Prefect Kerr, A.R. (Alistair) 1976-81 Coles School Prefect, House Prefect 1st VIII, 2nd XVIII School Colours: Rowing House Colours: Football, Rowing, Hockey, General Knox, C.R. (Cameron) 1968-81 McArthur Library Council, House Prefect 1st XI, 2nd XVIII School Colours: Cricket House Colours: Prefect, Football, Debating, Junior Laird, D.A. (David) 1974-81 Morrison House Colours: Hockey

Law, R.J. (Rebecca) 1976-81 Keith Vice-Captain House Prefect, Mid-Year Dance Committee Aths. Squad House Colours: Prefect, Netball, Aths.

McKay, A.G. (Andrew) 1976-81 Wettenhall Library Council Baseball, 1st XI School Colours: Baseball, Cricket House Colours: Cricket

May, D.I. (David) 1976-81 Morrison House Prefect Swimming School Colours: Swimming House Colours: Junior, Swimming

Le Deux, F. (Rick) 1981 Wettenhall

Mackay, D.M. (David) 1976-81 Coles House Prefect, H.O.G. Council, Art Committee 5th VIII, 2nd Hockey,3rdXI, Aths. Squad House Colours: Rowing, Aths., Debating, Junior, Prefect, Hockey Drama Prize

Mechen, S.H. (Stephanie) 1981 McLean

Leeder, S.J. (Simone) 1981 Calvert Le Griffon, D.M. (Diane) 1981 Wettenhall Leong, H. (Hugh) 1981 Wettenhall Lester, S.E. (Elizabeth) 1978-81 Keith School Prefect, House Prefect, House Capt., Capt. Baseball 2nd VII House colours: Debating, Prefect, General, Netball. Lewis, D.H. (Deborah) 1976-81 Keith 3rd IV, 2nd Hockey, House Prefect. Linsdell, G.J. (Gregory) 1981 Coles

McKellar, A.E. (Andrew) 1978-81 Wettenhall House Prefect, H.O.G. Council, Library Council 1st XVIII, 2nd XI House Colours: Hockey, Cricket McKenzie, S.A. (Stuart) 1977-81 McArthur MacLeod, N. (Norman) 1980-81 Calvert House Prefect Swimming, 5th VIM, 1st XVIII School Colours: Football House Colours; Football, Swimming, Debating, Hockey

Lomas, E.A. (Elizabeth) 1975-1981 McArthur School Prefect, House Prefect 1st Hockey Dux of The Geelong College

Macmillan, S.D. (Sally) 1977-81 Morrison School V-Capt., School Prefect, House Prefect, Rowing Committee 1st VII, 1st IV, Aths. Squad School Colours: Rowing House Colours: Junior, Rowing, Aths., Cross Country School Honours: Rowing Gus Kearney Memorial Prize.

Longden, M.F. (Mark) 1976-81 McArthur School Prefect, House Prefect, Capt. 1 st XVIII School Colours: Football

McNaughton, F.M. (Fay) 1975-81 Morrison House Prefect House Colours: Crosscountry, Rowing, Hockey, Debating

Lord, S. (Sally) 1977-81 Shannon School Prefect, House Prefect, Capt. 2nd VII House Colours: Netball, Junior, Cross Country

McNaughton, G.J. (Gregory) 1975-81 Wettenhall House Prefect, Capt. 2nd XVIII 2nd VIM House Colours: Junior, Rowing, Cross Country, Prefect, Tennis

McCallum, J.A. (Julie) 1980-81 Calvert House Colours: Netball

Major, P.J. (Peter) 1976-81 McArthur Head Library Council, House Prefect. V-Capt., 1 st Hockey. School Colours: Hockey House Colours: Aths., Cross Country, Hockey, Junior, Prefect

Livingston, M.J. (Michael) 1980-81 McLean 4th VIM House Colours: Aths., Rowing

McCollum, K. (Kim) 1981 McLean House Colours: Netball, Aths., Cross Country McDonald, T.L. (Tracey) 1981 McArthur McGinn, S.J. (Sally) 1981 McLean

Mander, I.G. (Ian) 1976-81 Calvert 3rd VIM, 2nd Hockey Mason, A.S. (Alistair) 1981 Shannon

Nelson, J.L. (Jennifer) 1976-81 McArthur Mid-Year Dance Committee 2nd VII, 4th IV House Colours: Netball, Debating, Hockey Neugebauer, R.W. (Ronald) 1981 Shannon Noseda, A.S. (Mandy) 1979-81 Shannon Opie, C.L (Catherine) 1977-81 Morrison 2nd Hockey House Colours: Junior, Swimming, Cross Country, Hockey Alliance Francaise: 1 st Prize, Honorable Mention Orchard, J.W. (John) 1981 Wettenhall Parker, J.C. (John) 1976-81 Coles Pegasus Price Patterson, J. H. (Janet) 1981 Keith House Prefect Baseball, Aths. Squad House Colours: Hockey Pearce, S.A. (Stephen) 1974-81 McArthur 2ndXVIM, 1st VIM School Colours: Rowing House Colours: Rowing, Football, Cross Country Purnell, F.M. (Fiona) 1978-81 Calvert School Prefect, House Prefect, Capt. 1 st Hockey 1 st IV, School Colours: Hockey, Rowing School Honours: Rowing Putland, R.J. (Robert) 1981 Coles Quigley, D.J. (David) 1979-81 Morrison V-Capt. Soccer 2nd XVIII, House Colours: Cross Country Rachinger, J.A (Jenny) 1975-81 Art Council, Capt. 6th VII 2nd IV, 4th VII House Colours: Junior, General Rawson, A.S. (Andrew) 1976-81 Calvert 3rd VIM, 2nd Hockey

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Read, A.C. (Angela) 1979-81 Coles House Capt., School Prefect, Social Service Rep. 3rd VII, 3rd Tennis House Colours: Junior, Debating, Cross Country Robb, A.D. (Alistair) 1968-81 Calvert Bushwalking House Colours: General Samuel, R.H. (Richard) 1981 Calvert Savery, N. (Neil) 1980-81 McArthur Capt. 2nd XVIII, Unit Head Mossgiel Boys School Colours: Swimming House Colours: Swimming, Football Scott, A.R. (Anthony) 1981 Calvert Seller, A M . (Ashley) 1978-81 McArthur House V-Capt., V-Capt. 1 st XI 1st XVIII School Colours: Cricket House Colours: Crosscountry, Football, Hockey, Cricket, Debating Shrimpton, W. D. (Warren) 1981 Shannon Sidwell, S.C. (Sheldon) 1976-81 Wettenhall House Capt. 1st XI, 1st XVIM House Colours: Cricket ; General Smit, W.J.F. (Wayne) 1976-81 Morrison House Capt., School Prefect Swimming School Colours: Swimming House Colours: Cross Country, Junior, Swimming.

Townsend, A. P. (Anthony) 1978-81 Calvert 2nd XVIM House Colours: General Verrell, E.A. (Elizabeth) 1981 Morrison Vines, H.L (Louise) 1976-81 Shannon Library Council 2nd VII House Colours: Netball Wackett, J.B. (Jennifer) 1980-81 McArthur 3rd Tennis Warmbrunn, J.C. (John) 1969-81 Morrison House Prefect, Capt. 2nd Hockey 3rd VIM Waterhouse, D.R. (David) 1968-81 McArthur House Prefect 2nd Tennis, 3rd XVIM House Colours: Football Whelan, D.J. (David) 1981 Coles White, MA (Melinda) 1976-81 Wettenhall Williams, A.M. (Anthony) 1981 Calvert Willson, S.J. (Simon) 1976-81 Calvert 3rd Hockey, 3rd Tennis, Archery House Colours: General

YEAR 11 Beveridge, S.R. (Stewart) 1979-81 Morrison Edwards-Smith, J.D. (Jeremy) 1977-81 Morrison Heather, M.L. (Mandy) 1977-81 Calvert 2nd Hockey House Colours: General Ponder, C M . (Carol) 1980-81 Calvert Aths. Squad, Cricket, 3rd IV Swimming House Colours: General

YEAR 1Q Donachie, P.D. (Paul) 1972-81 Keith Edwards, A.G. (Aaron) 1980-81 McLean Aths. Squad, U/15AXI House Colours: Junior Symes, M.A. (Michelle) 1981 Aths. Squad, 5th VII Walden, C.J. (Carolyn)

1977-81 5th VII, Aths. Squad House Colours: Junior Wild, K.J. (Kathryn) 1980-81 Coles 6th VII

Wilson, J.H. (James) 1981 Coles YEAR 9 Harris, B.M. (Brett) 1979-81 Morrison Karate

Smith, G.L (Gail) 1981 McArthur Spao, C. (Christine) 1979-81 McArthur Volleyball Stephens, K.M. (Karen) 1980-81 McArthur IstNetball, Aths. Squad School Colours: General House Colours: Aths., Netball School Honours: Netball Stevenson, A.M. (Allan) 1980-81 McLean School Prefect 4th VIM, Aths, Squad, Cross Country House Colours: Prefect, Debating, Aths., Cross Country Thorns, A.D. (Andrew) 1978-81 Shannon 2nd VIM House Colours: Rowing 48