Hebron highlights 1978 by Ken Pullen

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HEBRON SCHOOL STAFF 路AUGUST - 1977

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Back row: Messrs. Wright, Wallis, Mart i n , Vinc e nt, Dav ;es , McKellar , Twynam-Perkins, Revele y, Thom as and lngl eby Middle row: Mrs Wright, Mrs McKellar, Mrs Davies, Miss Bateman, Miss McCarthy, Miss Swannel I, Mrs Tw y nam Perki ns Front row: Miss Hunt , Mrs 路 wallis, Miss Wagland, Miss Scanl a n, Mrs lngleby, Miss Gibberd

COO NOOR

Back row: Miss MossMiss D ueck, Mi ss Jackson , Miss Marshall Miss Baxter, Miss Eves, Miss D awson, Miss Jones Mrs Pain with Daniel, Mr Pain with Matthew, Miss Fowler, Miss Bowers, Miss Gilbert

Front row:

Farewell to Coonoor

Miss Wilson, Miss Dueck and Miss Marshall w ith the Coonoor servants on the ~ ront llw n,

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Final Departure from Hebron School, Coonoor.

C4press Court

Mrs lngleby cuts the ribbon across the Senior Boys ' entrance downstairs as Mr lngleby dec lares the building open.

The Teach ers' Quar ters on the Top Floor of Cypress Court.

Hebron School

1978

The Junior Dormitory Block Upstairs: Treetops Downstairs: Sunshine

The Junior Classroom Block The roof serves as a play area and skating rink.

Editorial It is appropriate that here at Hebron the Spring Term should be the one in which creativity is encouraged, culminating in the production of twins: the annual Parents' Day programme and the school magazine, Hebron Highlights. Towards the end of th is edition. you may come across an article on other twins here at Hebron. They too, incidentally, appear to have little in common apar t from their date of birth.

Spring 1978 has been a gentle season for this editor . The unification of the Junior and Senior sections of, the school has made the job of collecting and selecting material infinitely easier than at any time since amalgamation, and, I trust, has simplified the format. Why, there has even been time to write an editorial !

My sincere thanks to all those who have helped to produce the magazine: to the staff who selected material; to Dilkush Joky who helped to type it; to the students who wrote it, and above all, to the Supreme God, the great Creator whose work is the inspiration of all of ours.

' Thou art worthy, 0 Lord, 路 to receive glory and honour and power: for Thou hast created all things, and for Thy pleasure they are and were created.' Revelation 4 : 11

Table of Contents Staff and students

Principal's Report

Health Report

Examination Results

Sports Review

School Diary

School Activities

o 路riginal Contributions

News of Former Students

News of Former Staff

The Last Laugh

90 EDITOR'S PRIZES

SENIOR DIVISION

First Equa I

Grace John and Alasdair Ferry

Second Equal:

Karyn Ironside, Jyothi Kukathas and Paul Martin

JUNIOR DIVISION

First Equal

Elizabeth Jacob, Elizabeth Main and Jonathan Shead

Second Equal:

Sharon Hawthorne, Johnny Mckenzie, Chitra Jaswanthkumar The Editor

Mrs. R.R. Wallis

HEBRON

SCHOOL

(as from January 1978)

Execu"tive

Council

Chairman Mr. J. H. Mar t in M.A. Secretary Mrs. P. Ironside B. A. Mr. R. Bissell B.Sc. Mr. J. C. lngleby M.A. (Oxon.) Dr. C. K. John B.Sc., M.B.,B.S., M.D ., F.A.C.S ,,, D.A.B.U. Dr. G. V. Shead M.S., F.R.C.S ., F.R.A.C.S. Mr. G. A. Wall is B.Sc., Dip. Ed.

Senior School Teaching S"taf f Principal Mr. J. C. lngleby M.A. (Oxon.) Deputy Principal Mr. G. A. Wallis B.Sc .. Dip. Ed. Miss A. 0. Bateman C. of Ed . Mr . P. Davies C. of Ed. Business Manager Mr. C. Enos Miss J. Hen ry B.Sc. Miss C. K. Hunt B.Ed . Mr M . D. Kemp Mr. P. Martin Miss V. Reid G.G.S.M. Mr. B. K. Shipsides B.A . (Hons.) Miss N. Swannell Mr. J. D. Twynam-Perkins B.Ed. Miss D. Wagland B.A. (Hons.) P.G.C .E. Mrs. R. R. Wall is M.A. (Hons.) Dip. Ed.

Ju.:n.io:J:' School Teaching S"ta:ff Mr. G. Pain Cert . of Ed. Miss S. Baxter Cert. of. Ed. Miss D. Eves Tchrs. Cert . Miss J. Gilbert B.Ed. Miss R. Johnson Cert. of Ed. Miss M . Jones Tchrs . Cert . Dip . Theology M rs. L. Twynam-Perkins Dip. Prim. Ed .

Standard Six Standard Five Standard One Music Specialist Standard Two Standard Three Standard Four

Headmaster

2 Boa.-d.i:n.g S'taff Mrs. S. F. lngleby S.R.N., S.C.M. Miss C. G. Gibbard R.C.N. Miss E. Wilson S.R.N., S.C.M. Miss P. Osborn, H. N. D. I. M., S. R. D. Miss R. E. Scanlan S.R.N., S.C.M. Mrs. C. Davies D. P. 0. Miss U. Marshall Miss J. Fowler R. M. N. Miss M. Dawson S.R.N., S.C.M. Mr. G. A. Wallis Mrs. G. A. Wallis Mr. J. D. Twynam-Perkins Mr. G. E. Pain Mrs. H. Pain Cert. of Ed. Miss V. Moss S. E. N.

General Supervisor Selborne Housekeeper Lushington Housekeeper Assistant Housekeeper Nursing Sister Senior Girls' Matron (Selborne) Junior Girls' Matron (Selborne) Treetops Girls' Matron (L1,1shington) Sunshine Girls' Matron (Lushington) Senior Boys' House-Master (Cypress Court} Senior Boys' Matron (Cypress Court) Inter Boys House-Master Silverdale Boys' House-Master Silverdale Boys' Matron Gardens Boys' Matron

Office S'taff Miss M. Jackson Dip. Coll. of Ed. Secretary Miss D. Joky B.Sc. Office Assistant Mr. J: Thomas Accountant

Medical Dr. M. Mitter M. B., B. S. Dr. Lt. Col. Chhabra B. D.S â&#x20AC;˘

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School Doctor School Dentist

Hebron School Roll Januar4 1978 Standard. I Name Hawthorne Kathleen Jngleby Katherine Jane Jenkins Michael Latham Michelle Lilley Annette Main Cameron Moosakutty Pervaz Sharp Miriam Staehelin Matthias Watson Janine Kowsk i Stefanie

Date ofBirth

Sports House

4 -4-1972 12-6-1973 1-7-1972 31-7-1972 27-1-1972 19-2-1972 7-3-1971

Gold Gold Gold Gold Blue Blue Blue Blue Gold Blue Gold

10-11-1971 21-8-1972 15-7-1972

Dormitory Sunshine Day Scholar Day Scholar Sunshine Sunshine Sunshine Sunshine Sunshine Sunshine Sunshine Sunshine

Standard I I Balasingam Vijaian Behal Shalin Brown Rinn es Butterworth Daniel Doreswamy Jyothi Jaswanthkumar Chit ra McKenzie John Mitsumori Tami Paul Tom. J Philip Suresh Porter Judith Ramanathan Rekha · Saunders Paul Scott Mark Simonetta John Timm Angela Wallis Elizabeth

23-7-1970 9-4-1971 1-7-1971 26-4-1971 27-7-1971 1-9-1971 7-8-1971 2-3-1971 14-5-1971 25-8-1971 15-7-1971' · 31c12-1970 4-1-1971 ·2 1-1-197·2 7-10-1970 5 -9-1971 10-1-1972

Blue Gold Gold Gold Blue Blue Blue Blue Gold Gold Go l d Blue Blue Gold Blue Gold Gold

Gardens Day Scholar Sunshine Sunshine Sunshine Sunshine Sunshine Sunshine Sunshine Sunshine Sunshine Sunshine . Gardens Sunshine Day Scholar · Sunshine Day Scholar

. Standard I I I Christmas Phillip Forward J effrey Hawthorne Sharon Ironside Be.th Anne Khemka Sidharth Jenkins Stephen Main Jonathan McMaster Melanie

17-7-1970 6-2-1970 26-6-1970· 28-2-19i0 4-6-1970 12-5-1970 8-10-1969 9-3-1970

Blue Blue Gold Blue Gold Blue Gold Gold

Gardens Gardens Sunshine Treetops Gardens Day Scholar Gardens Sunshine

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4 Meadows Miehelle Mitsumori Nobuo Ninan Anne Scott Nicholas Wainwright Andrew Webb Melinda

27-2-1970 27-1-1970 25-10-1968 6-11-1970 30-9-1969 12-7-1969

Bl1,.1e Gold Blue Blue Gold Gold

sunshine Gardens Treetops Gardens Gardens Treetops

S'ta:n.da.Pd IY Butterworth $arah Christmas David Clunas Adrian Houston David Jacob John Jacob Rebecca John Pramod McKenzie Ian A. Polster Andreas Ratos Ari Reid Thomas Alistair Sankar Raj Staehelin Annakaethi Timm Christine Wainwi'k1ht David Watson Pamela Willey Andrew

23-2-1969 25-8-1968 14-10-1969 4-3-1969 23-3-1969 18-3-1969 10-9-1968 4-9-1969 26-1-1969 23-5-1968 8-8-1969 27-12-1968 9-7-1969 22-9-1969 17-1-1968 18-4-1969 7-2-1969

Gold Gold Blue Gold Blue Gold Gold Gold Blue Blue Gold Blue Gold Blue Blue Gold Blue

Treetops Gardens Gardens Gardens Gardens ·Treetops Gardens Gardens Gardens Gardens Gardens Gardens Treetops Treetops Gardens Treetops Gardens

S'tanda.Pd y ArokiaswamyYolanda Behal Kavita Brannan Scott Butterworth Simon Chote Kelvin Darrell Lawrence Doreswamy Shunmugam Gifford Anna Godavitarne Tissa John Koshy John Vinod Joseph Shirin Khemka Seema Locke Justin McCabe Ian McCririck Marit McKenzie Bruce McNe11ly Gordon Polster Martin Porter Lloyd Ray Marion

9-2-1967 28-2-1968 11-11-1967 3-11-1967 27-8-1968 14-12-1967 6-6-1968 5-1-1968 21-9-1967 4-4-1967 3-7-1967 - a·-a-1sa1 11-2-1968 11-10-1966 14-11-1967 24-10-1968 3-12-1967 23-4-1968 20-8-1965 22-3-1968 30-7-1968

Blue Blue Gold Blue Gold Bl•Je Gold Blue Gold Gold Gold Gold Blue Gold Blue Gold Blue Gold Blue Gold Gold

Treetops Day Scholar Silverdale · Silverdale Day Scholar Silve,·dale Gardens Treetops Silverdale Silverdale Silverdale Treetops Treetops Silverdale Silverdale Treetops Silverdale Silverdale Silverdale Gardens Treetops

5 Rijavac Mojca Saund ·ars David Thurston Stephen Tozer Susan Wallis Robert Watson Anne Marie Willey Stuart

8.8-1968 3-7-1968 10-5-1968 5-2-1968 1-3-1969 6-1-1968 13-3-1968

Blue Gold Blue Gold Blue Blue Blue

Treetops Silverdale · Silverdale Treetops Day Scholar Treetops Silverdale

S'tan.da:rd YI Ba gg ott Philip Birch Cynthia Busaidy Adil Clunas Brian Dani ·3 1 James de Silva Rohan Fernando Kamini Hooker Richard Ironside Cathryn Jacob Ann Jacob Elizabeth John Sunil Joseph Jasmine Larsen Naomi Main Elizabeth Martin Paul Paul J. Paul 'Ramanathan Radha Rama:-iathan Radhi Reid-Thomas Janet Shead Jonathan Simonetta Russell Spikin Harvey Varughese Anita Witchalls Jeremy Wyatt Andrew

10-2-1967 3-10-1966 8-7-1966 9-5 - 1967 16-8-1967 14-4-1966 25-1-1967 24-9-1966 2-5-1967 11-2-1967 7-9.1966 1-11-1966 25-3-1966 17-9-1967 28-8-1967 1-5-1967 6-1-1967 9-4-1967 9-4-1967 31-1-1967 8-10-1966 13-9-1966 22-1-1967 14-1-1967 3-12-1966 20-10-1966

Gold Gold Blue Blue Gold Blue Blue Blue Gold Blue Gold Gold Blue Gold Blue Gold Blue Gold Blue Gold Blue Gold Gold Blue Gold Gold

Silverdale Treetops Silverdale Silverdale Day Scholar Silverdale Treetops Silverdale Treetops Treetops Treetops Silverdale Treetops Treetops Treetops , Silverdale Silverdale Treetops Treetops Treetops Silverdale Day Scholar Silverdale Treetops Silverdale Silverdale

S'ta:n.da:rd VII Adams. Karl J. Ahluwalia, Rajan (Until Nov.) Behal, Sonia 'Bennett, Douglas Prasad (Until Nov.) Brannan, Mar·k Clunas, David J. Faszer Catherine H. Ferry, Fiona C. Forward, Deborah J. Grant, Emma J . (Until Nov.) Jacob. Michaeline V.

23-3-1965 9-8-1964 7-9-1965 13-8-1966

Blue

7-7-1965 7-9-1965 24-5-1965 2-12-1965 2-7-1965 5-12-1965 22-4-1964

Gold Blue Gold Blue Gold

Gold Blue

Blue

Inters Inters Day Scholar Inters Inters Inters Se I borne Se I borne Se I borne Day Scholar Selborne ·

6 Joshi, Ashwin Lilley, Andrew J. McCririck, Karen Main, Jennifer J. MinderJahn, Sabine A. (Until Nov.) Marsh, David R. Ninan, John V. Owen, Jayandh M. Paul. J. Ann-Shereen Parmar, Michael Porter, David J. Ratos, Anthuan Singh, Zora Somers, Johnny F. Swanson, Donald C. Turakhia, Keran White, 0. Janet R. W;gglesworth, Karen Willey, Neil J. Yeomans, Daniel P.

21-4-1966 28-9-1965 '14-9-1965 24-9-1965 19-11-1965

Gold Blue Blue Blue

Inters Inters. Selborne Se I borne Day Scholar

26-10-1965 23-10-1965 20-4-196.5 9-12-1965 5-8-1966 5-2-1965 31-7-1965 11-10-1964 7-8-1964 31-5-1966 4-7'-1966 12-8-1965 16-2-1966 13-9-1965 15-8-1965

Blue Blue Blue Gold Blue Blue Blue Blue Blue Blue Blue Gold Blue Gold Gold

Inters Inters Inters Se I borne Day Scholar Inters Inters Inters Inters Inters Inters Se I borne Se I borne Inters Inters

S'ta.n.da.:.:-d VIII Adams, Stuart N. Baggott~ Sarah Balasingam, Shahtini Chote, Paul W. Clunas, Sharon L. Daniel, Joseph George, Krishan Jronside, Allan P. Joshi, Saira E. John, Chandy C'. Johft, Cherian Langton, Joy A. Marsh, Katharine S. Martifl, Alan R. Moffat, James A. Nadarasa, Thirusenthil Nettur, Shon ita A. Polster, Kamala Polster, Katharina Selvaratnam, Philip C. Simonetta, Lisa :J. Thomas, Angela (Until Novi) · Timm, Andreas Turakhia, Pasho.a J. Tutton, David N. Tyman, Rachel J. Tyman, L. Sarah

10-10-1963 21-10-1964 6-11-1964 22-6-1965 28-5-1964 21-11-1964 19-12-1964 4-11-1964 25-9-1964 23-11-1964 14-10-1964 10•8-1964 8-9-1964 18-5-19&5 12.5.1a55 21-5-1965 18-11-1964 .14-8-1962 29-4-1965 26-1-1964 ·18-9-1964 '23-3.1965 29-3-1665 .22-6-1964 . 5-9-1965 ,1-8-1964 1-8-1964

Blue Gold Blue Blue Blue Blue Gold Blue Blue Gold Gold Gold Gold Blue Gold Gold Gold Gold Gold Blue . Blue Blue Gold Blue Gold Gold Blue

Inters Se I borne Selbo'rne Day Scholar Se I borne Day Scholar lntefs Inters Selborne Inters Inters Day Scholar Se I borne Inters Inters In ten~ Se I borne Selborne · Se I borne Inters Day Scholar Day Scholar Inters Selborne Inters Se Iborne Selborne

7 25-8-1964 5-10-1965 10-11-1964 21-1-1965

Webb, Melanie Wiig, Paul Willey, Kathryn Witcha!ls, Nigel G.

Gold Gold Blue Blue

Se I borne ' ' Inters Se I borne Inters

Standard IX Ambalavanar, Devadarshan N. Arokiasamy, Audrey S. Bhaskare, Paul Busaidy, Hafidh Crowden, Daryl B. Crowden, Graeme J. Elder, Allison C. Gill, Lynda J. Greenwood, Stephen M. Jacob, Jacque I ine S. L. Jeet-Kaur Sharan Kukuthas, Uma Martin, Rosemary Miller, Nicholas (Until Nov.) Nadarasa, Thirukumar Naik, Raoul Nettur, Shobana E. Perera, Curtis Philip, Renji Polster, Dorothea E. Ray, Catherine A. Shead, Andrew J. Singh, Rhea Sreenivas, Asha Thurston, Kay A. L. Timm, Elke D. Varughese, Susan Webb, Mercedes Wehmeier, Peter M. White, Helen E.

14-10-1964 29-4-1963 1-10-1962 15-5-1964 6-2-1965 19-2-1964 12-11-1961 4-4-1964 9-4-1964 6-6-1962 25-6-1964 3-10-1963 28-11-1963 16-8-1964 15-9-1963 11-1-1965 19-11-1963 24-3-1964 26-7-1963 21-2-1964 15-6-1964 22-10-1964 7-10-1963 15-4-1963 9-11-1963 26-5-1963 18-4-1964 3-2-1963 18-11-1963 27-3-1964

Standard Birch, Linda F. Cheeroth, Sheila Chote, Graham Daniel, John Daniel, Vijendra Darrell, Carolyn Joy Faszer, David L. Ferry, Alasdair T. Ironside, Branwyn Jeet-Kaur Kiren John, Grace

30-11-1962 22-11-1962 20-10-1963 29-9-1962 21-2-1962 7-4-1963 25-12-1962 19-11-1962 19-8-1963 19-7-1962 24-11-1962

Gold Blue Gold Blue Blue Gold Gold Blue Gold Gold Gold Gold Gold Gold Blue Blue Gold Blue Blue Gold Gold Gold Gold Blue Gold Gold Blue Blue Gold

Cypress Court Se I borne Cypress Court Cypress Court Cypress Court Cypress Court Se I borne Se I borne Cypress Court Se I borne Se I borne Se I borne Se I borne Cypress Court Cypress Court Day Scholar Se I borne Cypress Court Cypress Court Se I borne Se I borne Cypress Court Se I borne Se I borne Se I borne Se I borne Se I borne Se I borne Cypress Court Se I borne

x Blue Blue Blue Blue Gold Blue Gold Gold Gold B.lue Blue

Se I borne Se.I borne Cypress Court Day Scholar Cypress Court Se I borne Cypress Court Cypress Court Se I borne Se I borne Se I borne

8 28-11-.1962 2·4•1963 30-7-1962 · 27-2"'1'962. 20-3-1963 22-2-1963

Kukuthas, Jothi Langton, St~phen R. Louis, Joyce McManus, Andrew Marsh, Elizabeth Martin, Samuel N. Osborn, Joy F. Parmar, Gina . · Parmar, Frankie Reinhardt, Sharon Smith, Hazel Swanson, Grant Tyman, Patrick J. Weavers, Andrew White,.Bauy Wigglesworth, Judith M.

24-2~1962

17-8-1962 17-8-1962 6-2-1963 29-4-1963 4-11-1962 12-7-1962 22-3-1963 1-12-19.62 31-8-1963

Blue Blue Gold Gold Gold Gold Gold Gold Gold Gold Blue Gold Gold Blue Blue Gold

Se I borne Cypress Coll.rt Selborne ·Cypress Court Se I borne ·cypress Court Se I borne Day Scholar Cypress Court Se I borne Selborne Cypress Court Cypress 'Court Cypress Court Cypress Court Se I borne ·

S'tandard XI Bsnerjee,...rJaya'ii V. Bilimoria, Karan" Bus.llidy, Dagmat'C. Dartnall-Smith, Miriam Gill, Katharine · Hacki'ng, William T. Ironside, Karen John, Bobby K. Kukathas, Sush ila Kukathas, lndta S. Lawrence, J"ohn Martin, Anne · Martin, Paul A. J. Moffat, Brian D. Perera, Kevin P. Rao, Shoba·na Schrag, Maynard Smith; Andrew v. Thurston, Mark Tozer, Jariet R. Wiig, Peter

23-4-1962 26-11-1961 8-9-1961 18-9~1961

28-8-1961 11-5.-1962 3-5-1962 · 29-5-1960 20-9-1960 3-10-1961 24-11-1960 11-8-1961 17-8-1961 26-5-1962 19-6-1961 11-3-1961 16-11-1961 20-11-19~H

20-10-1962 · 15-12-1961 10-1-1962

Gold Selborne Blue Cypress Court (P) Gold . Selborne ·. Blue Selborne (P) Gold (H.C.) Selborne (P) Blue Cypress Court Blue Selborne · · Blue Cypress Court Blue (H.C.) Selborne (P) Gold Selborne · Gold Cypress Court Blue Selborne ·. Blue Cypress Court (P) Gold (H.C.). Inters (-P) Blue Inters (P) Blue Se I borne Gold Inters (P) Gold CyP,ress Court Blue ·Cypress Court Gold Selborne Gold Cypress Court

S'tandard X:lI Daniel, Elisabeth 2-12-1960 Kuruvilla,. Anil 19-6-1960 : Lan9ton, Rae H. 14-2-°1961 Pitzer, Barbara.·· 9-11-1960 Tyman, Hugh D, (Until Nov.) 30-12:-19!)0 Yeridert, Christine A. (Until Nov.) 22-&19SO

Blue Blue Gold Gold Blue Gold

Day Scholar Lust\ipgton: Day Scholar {P) Selborne · L1.1shlrigton f;el.bor.ne (P)

S'tan.darci ·x111 Daniel, ·Peter R. Sinclair, Oani1:1I B.

10-10-1.956 21-2.;,1959

K. P.

Blue . l,.ushj~gton (P) Blue (H.C.) Lush.ing~Ol):(.P)

1-Jouse C~ptain · Prefect·

Principal' s Report For 1978 Mr. Chairman, Ladies and Gentlemen, A warm welcome to you al I. Thank you for staying to surmount the last hurdle of what is increasingly like an obstacle race. If you are not completely overcome by a succession of displays, musical items, interviews and dramatic performances then perhaps you can extend your patience a I ittle further to the affairs of this meeting. In case you miss some familiar faces here this afternoon and others are stran ge to you, I ou ght to begin with some staff notes. Last August Miss Dueck left the Junior School having g raciously extended her stay to help us throuQh an important transition perio d. Mr. & Mrs. Mckellar, Mr. Vincent, Miss McCa r thy and Mr. Revel ey also left at that time. At the end of the calendar year Miss Bowers (now Miss Bowers no :anger!). Mr. & Mrs. Wright, Miss Vant, Or. Matthews and Miss Allen departed, some having finished their term of service and others on furlou gh. Thankfully, this emigration has been matched by a corresponding immi g ration. Miss Swannell already giving us part -time help, joined the ful I-time staff in Au gust . Miss Johnson, Miss Reid and Mr. Shipsid es arrived together, al so in August. This term we have been j o ined by Miss Henry, Mr. Kemp, Miss Osborn and Miss Joky who is help in g us in the office. One event has natu rall y dominated ou r thinking this year - the amalgamation of the Senio r and Ju n io r schoo ls on this compound, effected during the long holiday. We owe many debts of gratitude in this respect. Last y 路3 ar I tri ed to express our appreciati o n of the help and advice so freely g iven to us by Mr. Weave rs, the General Manager of Harrisons and Crosfield. I am sure that I have no t done justice to that theme and so should like to return to it. Our three new buildin gs are complete and have been in use since the beginning of t e,路m and before, together with the new pavilion and the extension to the hospital. I am sure that you will a :i ree that all these are very handsome and we ar e certainly satisfied with their utility. I n a thousand ways Mr. Weavers and his associates have worke d with us to make this project the success that it evidently is . Buildin gs apart, I think it fair to say that the transition from two schools to one took place with out undue upset. The junio r s settled into their new surrou ndings amazingly quickly, and even more amazingly, so did the staff! A tremendous amount of work went into the preparations for February, but we have all felt rGpaid by the happy atmosphere which has prevailed this term. The acadeonic life of the school has gone on with little interruption despite the excitement. The G.C.E. results were a mixed bag. The Standard X students did very well which bodes weil for this year, but the Standard Xis split dramatically between the very good and the poor . Naturally, this to some extent represented the varying abilities and application of the students but in two cases which come to mind students did much less well than expected. The fact that one of these redeemed herself with five straight passes at the November sitting, makes us wonder hew easy it is to forecast results. I am

10 afraid this is really a grumble about the fallibility, as it may be, of the G.C.E路 examination system as a whole. In the U. K. there is a move towards continuous assessment of students and that may yet prove to be the answer. The music results were excellent this year with only two failures in piano out of thirty.two entrants. Against apersistent rumour that the Associated Board of the Royal Schools is raising its standards, this was particularly encouraging. One flnal word about examinations. Here at Hebron we aim at a minimum of 5 'O' Level passes per student. It might be interesting to compare this with some recent statistics. Of the school leavers in 1976, for example, 48% gained one or more passes at 'O' Level and equivalent, or to put it more negatively 52% gained no 'O' Level passes at all. Students who gain five or more passes are, I should therefore guess, about 25% of the total. This being tho case we must beware of evaluatlng our students in terms of a particular examination, as if this proved their worth as individuals or the true benefits they had received from their education. It is for this reason, among others, that we are, again, thinking seriously, of expanding our non-academic courses such as craft and home economics and in general seeking to provide a less narrowly academic base.

I am sure that most of you are aware that Hebron is full at the moment, both with regard to classroom and dormitory space. Apart from long term promises, we are not admitting new students at the moment, except for standards I and II for the coming academic year, and for the 'A' Level courses. In general we are, if anything, aiming at a slightly smaller school than the one we have at present (enrolment at the moment is just over 250) and are not necessarily replacing students who leave. We should like greater numbers in our 'A' Level courses, however, to improve the staff-student ratio from an economic point of view, and to take advantage of the courses we have prepared and the equipment we have provided. The' A' Level students that we do have, already contribute in an important way, to the leadership of the student body, and for the teachers involved the courses have provided an ex路::iting challenge. The equipment and books have benefited the whole school. Much of this was bought from money generously donated to our 路A' Level appeal and we are grateful to all those who contributed to this.

Last year at this time I forecast that we should nqt have to raise the fees, and perhaps it came as an unpleasant shock when we did so last August. I can only plead that this happened at the instigation of the parents' Advisory Committee which felt that a small rise to allow for a possible cost of living increase was better than holding on for a couple of years and then having to make a really substantial addition to the fees. All r can say at present is that the message is the same as last year: I think it highly unlikely that we shall have to raise the fees in the immediate future. Financial considerations remind me to say that through the sale of the Coonoor property and the generosity of our friends wa have substantially improved the school's equipment this year. The school's need for suitable transport is being met, our audio-visual room is now well equipped and you will have noticed perhaps, other items of equipment which have been recently added to the school.

11 Another aspect of the school which has developed this year, has been the greater variety of outings and excursions . This is a round-the-year policy, but is typified by our more-than-usually adventurous Easter camp programme with visits to Kanyakuma r i, Pondicherry, Mandapam and Cannanoreas well as to some of our more reg ula r camp sites nea rer at hand. We have also put on, or so it seems to me, more than the usual number of dramatic and musical productions this yea r in c lud i ng "The Rock" at the Junior School, "Jonah was a Prophet" wi t h mu s ic and words written by Hebronites, and the s t ude nts' own 'Tm here, God ' s here, now we can start". I only wish you could have all had the oppo rtu n ity to see these. Debatin g has flourished this year, with a full school deba t e once a mo n th. One that st icks in my memory was that on the motion that "D ogmatism, pedantry, and arrogance are the occupational diseases of teache rs" i n which some of the persons held up as examples, seemed more than a little familiar. As usual, th e school has participated in a g reat deal of sport at all levels, though the Inter-School athletics this year has been postponed until September; along with some of the InterSchool games tournaments. Though there has been a temporary dropping off of Inter-School sports activities, we have extended our range of sporting activities at school, making much greater use of our basketball court now that w e can floo dl i ght i t, introducing a new Nil g iris 5 -a- side football tournament, and linking up with the British Amateur Gymnastics Award Scheme and the 3A's Five Star Award Scheme. A joyfully productive week's activity from the Scripture Union representatives, Mr. & Mrs. Gilbert, and an enormously popular visit from the Canadian group "Fri end s and Followers" both helped us to cater to the spiritual needs of the child re n. More important still, has been the arrival in January of Reve路re n d and Mrs. Barry Jenkins at Union Church. The Jenkins were on the staff of Lushington Boys' School during the late sixties and since then Mr . Jenkins has had wide exp erience as a Churches of Christ minister in Australia. We are already appreciating the Jenkins' ministry and believe that, as God has commissioned them for this work, He will make their time in Ootacamund truly fruitful. Last year I c laimed that principals always maintain that the health of their schools is good, so this year I am going to be a little more cautious and say that the health of the school has been quite good . This is in the wake of measles and flu this term and chicken pox last. In fact, apart from these inevitables, children and staff have been well. We want to express our appreciation hera for one of the reasons for that: the consistently high standard of care and treatment given by Dr. Samuel to our junior school children in Coonoor. I should .like to conclude this report by making a new appeal on an old theme. As I look around me, I am aware first of all of my fellow staff-members and looking back over a year only makes me more grateful for them, and the support and encouragement I receive from them daily, in fact for the vital contribution each one makes to the life of the school. Where you are, of course, is where the children normally take their places and we are all agreed that they are at the very centre of our concern. But today, just for this once in a year, this hall is filled with parents. That reminds me that you parents

. 12 are the third vital constituency in Hebron School. For a variety of reasons, if I may speak on your behal"f, and I am a parent with a child at Hebron School now, you are a constituency which finds it difficult to have a voice. This is, largely, a boarding school; it is virtually an international school. Parent-teacher activities are dif'ficult or impossible to ar.-ange, communications are a problem. Despite all thesu hindrances, I do earnestly appeal to you to consider yourselves as part o·f the school family, and as people who ~ave a right to a voice in its affairs. To put it simply, parent participation rs what we want at Hebron School. · Sadly, for the second year running I have to announce the imminent departure of the chaii"man of our School Council. Mr. John Martin has been at work for us all this past year. I have tried to persuade, not to say, bribe him ta stay on in India, but to no avail. It is with thanks and regret that we bid him farewell. Thank you, all, too for being with us today and for your patient hearing. May God be glorified in us all.

Health Report 1977-1978 The brightest thought as I review the past months is that we now have few prospective chickenpox and measles patients for the coming year. A chickenpox epidemic at Coonoor last term and a measles epidemic in the amalgamated school in Ootacamund this term have helped to ensure that. Apart from these epidemics and a bout of severe 'flu' amongst the older children this term, there has been no serious illness. The renovations and two-room extension have provided the school hospital with six extra beds, all of which we have been e>Ctremely grateful for this term. The health of the staff and servants has been generally quite good and I arn very appreciative of their help, given in many different ways dur1ng the hectic times in the 'hoz'. Sick children always cause some degree of concern to those who are responsible for them. However they can also bring much delight. For instance one young lady was admitted early in the term with acute vomiting. For this reason she had been oHered only fluids for· about twenty-four hours. The following morning my thoughts that her condition was somewhat improved were confirmed by a very serious question: 'Don't you get food in this hospital???' ...•.... She ate a very hearty breakfast. R. Scanlan

Standard Eleven 1977-1978 Jayanti Banerjee (Jegs, Janata) 'Wi se, fair and true '

Karan Bilimoria (Billy, Suku) ' . . ,. one in whom Th e ancient Roman honour more appears Than any that draws breath in Italy. '

Dag mar Busai dy (Dogmatix, Dag - Babe) 'And she is fair , and, fairer than that word, O f wondrous vi rtues: somet imes from her eyes I di d receive fair speechless messages.'

Mir'. am Dartnal l- Smith (Mims) 'Who choos e th me sh all gain as much as he deserves . '

Ka thari ne (Kathy) Gill (Gilly Gilly) 'Th e cr o w doth sing as sweetly as the lark When neither is attended.'

Wi lli am Hacking (Hacko , Monkey, Monks, Wills) 'Goodly Lord, what a wit -snapper are you !"

Karyn Ironsi de (Tin blob, Tubs) 'Good sentences and well pronoun ced.'

Bobby John (Bobs) 'Snail - slow in profit, and he sleeps by day.'

Indra Kukathas (Indibabu) 'I do know of these That therefore only are reported wise For saying nothing.'

Sushila Kukathas (Susie, Kuku, Kukuswamy) ' ..... She is not yet so old But she may learn ; happier than this , She is not bred so dull but she can learn .'

John Lawrence (Johnny, Pill) ' ..... a Hne bragging youth '

Anne Martin ' ...... her sunny locks Hang on her temples like a golden fleece, And many Jasons come in quest of her'.

Paul Martin (Martic, Marts) ' ...... the kindest man , The best conditioned and unwearied spirit In doing courtesies.'

Brian Moffat (Muff, Lal) Oracle, And when I ope my lips , let no dogs bark!'

路r am Sir

Kevin Perera 'Do I look like a cudgel or a hovel - post, a staff or a prop"?

Shobana Rao (Row, Shoba) 'By my troth My little body is aweary of this great world.'

Maynard Schrag (Phut) How swee t the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears.'

Andrew Smith (Pith Kith Nith, P. K. N., Smithy) 'Young in limbs, in judgement o ld .'

Mark Thurston (Nut, Peanut) 'Thou art too wild, too rude and bold oi voice.'

Janet Tozer ' .. . .. fair she is, if that mine eyes be true, And true she is as she hath proved herself.'

Peter Wiig (Wiener, Bigwig, Piglet, RTRNR) ' ..... Let me play the fool: With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.' All the preceding quotations are taken from Shakespeare's 'The Merchant of Venice', Standard Eleven's set text this year.

IJltroducing the A Level Students

Dan Sinclair

Did you ever hear or a sporty stinky or a stinky sport)?

Barbara Pitzer Our new student from terra barbara,

Rae Langton

Elisabeth (Betty) Daniel

Rae radiates Innocence but raise the lid and , ••

Betty can beat the Beatles on her doulille bass.

Anil Kuruvilla

Peter Daniel

0 kneel to Anil, the great sagel

Dare to be a Daniel • and get up at rive o'clock every morning to write History essays!

Q. C. E. Examination Results 1977 STANDARD

ELEVEN

Elisabeth Daniel:

Biology (E), English Language (B), English Literaturn (B), Franch (A), Geography (B), German (A), Music (B) Three subjects already passed.

Reb~cca

Biology (A), Chemistry (C), Eng I ish Literature (A), French (B), Geography (A), Physics (B), Additional Mathe mat ics(E) Thrne subjects already passed.

Hamilton:

Rae Langton:

Biology (A), English Literature (A), German (A) Five subjects already passed.

Geography (B)

Jacqueline Liddle:

Biology (E), English Literature (A), Geography ( B), History (C) Five subjects already passed.

Karen McCormick:

Biology (C), Chemistry (D), French (E), Geography (B) History (E), Physics (B), Additional Mathemati<:;s (E), Three subjects路already passed.

Philip Overton:

English Language (C), English Literature (E), Mathematics (E) One subject already passed.

Susan Perera:

Biology (E), English Literature G9ography (C), Mathematics (E) Four subjects already passed.

Anne Selvaratnam:

English Language (D), English Literature (C) Two subjects already passed.

Helen E. Stockley:

Biology (E), English Literature (B), Mathematics (E) Three subjects already passed.

Hugh Tyman:

English Language (D), English Literature (C), Geography (C) One subject already passed.

Gillian Wilson:

Biology (A), Chemistry (B), English Literature French (A), Geography (A), Physics (A) Three subjects already passed.

Christine Yendell:

English Language (B), French Geography (C), Physics (C) One subject already passed.

French (B),

(C),

French

Geography

(B),

(C),

(B),

Biology (C),

14 STANDARD

TEN

(This class became Standard Eleven in July, 1977) Jayanti Banerjee: Religious Studies (A) Dagmar Busaidy: Religious Studies (C) Miriam Dartnall-Smith: Religious Studies (B) Katharine Gill: Religious Studies (A), English Language (B) William Hacking: Religious Studies (C) Religious Studies (A), English Language (A) Music (B) Karen Ironside: Bobby John: Religious Studies (C) Indra Kukathas: Religious Studies (A), English Language (B) Sushila Kukathas: Religious Studies (A), English Language (C) John Lawrence: Religious Studies (C) Religious Studies (B) Anne Martin: Paul Martin: Religious Studias (A), English Languge (A), Latin (A) Delphine McLeay: Religious Studies (C), English Language (C) Greig McLeay: Religious Studies (D) Brian Moffat: Religious Studies (C) Paul Paterson: Religious Studies (B) Religious Studies. (B), English Language (C) Kevin Perera: Shobana Rao: Religious Studies (C) Religious Studies (C), Music (D) Maynard Schrag: Andrew Smith: Religious Studies (B) Mark Thurston: Religious Studies (D) . Religious Studies (D) Peter Wiig:

Associated Board of the Ro4al Schools of Music

1977 THEORY OF MUSIC EXAMINATION PASSES Maynard Schrag Grade Grade ViJendra Daniel Grade Samuel Martin Grade John Daniel Grade Shobana Rao Grade Andrew Shead Grade Chandy John Bronwyn Ironside Grade Grade Indra Kukathas Grade Peter Wehmeier Grade Sharon Clunas Grade E.lke Timm Catherine Ray . Grade Grade Allan Ironside Alan Martin Grade Elizabeth Marsh Grade Katherine Marsh. Grade Uma Kukathas Grade Grade Kathryn Willey

5 5 5 5 5 4 4 4 4 3 3 3 3 3 路 2 2 2 2 2路

15 Sarah Baggott Brian Clunas James Daniel Rohan de Silva Cathryn Ironside Ann Jacob Elizabeth Main Jonathan Shead

Grade Grade Grade Grade Grade Grade Gtade Grade

1 (Full marks) 1 1 1 1 1 1 1

PRACT I CAL EXAMINATIONS Maynard Schrag Samuel Mart in Bronwyn Ironside Rosemary Martin Anne Martin John Daniel Andrew Shead Indra Kukathas Uma Kukathas Sharon Clunas Allan lronside David Faszer Shantini Balasingam Chandy John Katherine Willey Catherine Ray James Daniel Ann Jacob Elke Timm Susan Varughese Br ian Clunas Cathryn Ironside Jonathan Shead Rohan de Silva Elizabeth Main Shirin Paul David Clunas

Pia no Piano Piano Clarinet Clarinet Piano Piano Violin Piano Piano Piano Piano Piano Piano Piano Piano Piano Piano Piano Piano Piano Piano Piano Piano Piano Piano Piano

Grade 6 Grade 5 Grade 5 Gr::ide 4 Grade 4 Grade 4 Grade 4 Grade 3 Grade 3 Grade 3 Grade 3 Grade 3 Grade 2 Grade 2 Grade 2 Grade 2 Grade 2 Grade 2 Grade 1 Gtade 1 Grade 1 Grade 1 Grade 1 Grade 1 Grade 1 Grade t Grade 1

Merit Pass Merit Pass Pass Pass Merit Pass Merit Merit Pass Pass. Pass Pass Pass Pass Pass Pass Merit Merit Pass Merit Distinction Merit Pass Merit Pass

Hebron Sports Review

fJC"cLe'I

1911

SENIOR

This hockey season was rather short and disappointing mainly due to a lack of matches. An interest in the super soccer stars of the Hebron Hotshots dominated amongst the sports fans, but there we.a still a few the loyal hockey supporters who turned up for their practices regularly. There was clearly some potential Jn our team as we had players of all calibre: Paul Martin, who kept sweeping the mouth of the goal clear of any unwanted obstacles, Hugh Tyman, who merely stood in the defensive line with his stick raised above his head challenging any opponent to go near our D; Karan路 Bilimoria with his fancy stickwork bewildering our opponents' defence slightly less than his multitude of admirers on the sidelines; and finally there were the rest of us who tried to fill in the gaps between these stars. We played a grand total of two matches, of which the first one was a 'friendly' game. This friendly was against the Govt. Arts College and to our great surprise, we won 2-1. It was 1 who had the fortune of filling the net both times, but this would not have been possible without a super play originating between Andrew Weavers and Karan Bilimoria. The other goal was due to the hard-practised short corners. The other match, against St. Georges, was in the competitive Interschool Knock-out Tournament (which George's eventually won), and it was an abysmal loss. George's with their superior stick-handling managed to dodge our raving defence and ended up winning 4-0. Thus ended our hockey season. JUNIOR

The junior squad had even less fortun路a than the First XL They trained hard, and young Andrew Shead got hold of the true technique of goalkeepingthrough the .experience of his coach Mr. T. P. Their training amounted to a single match at St. George's which they fought hard to win, but unfortunately lost 2-0. 1t was a very difficult match, and it has reached th路a ears of the press that Haficlh Busaidy, a quick forward, almost scored on a sudden rush into the St. George's zone-better luck next time, Hafidh! INTER

For some obscure reason the school decided to risk their prestige by entering an inter hockey team: Quite frankly, it was not worth the risk, but we must admit that the whole idea was great fun. Our fearless inters jogged onto the Lawrence field like champions, but when they emerged at the end of game they had the somewhat humiliated look that Mohammed Ali recently was forced to wear. Our celebrated heroes had lost 21-0! The highlight of the match was when one of the Lawrence .players mistook Graeme Crowdon's chest for the ball-our young hero didrft get a chance to explain the difference I

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1977 ... 78

SENIOR The cricket season of 1977 was one of mixed fortunes for the First Eleven. We practised almost every day of the season, and as a result, as in former years, excelled in fielding; Nitin Patil surprised us all by suddenly turning into a "quickie" bowler, and Philip Overton did a superb job all around the field, especially in his spin bowling which fooled many batsmen. Paul Martin kept up his usual stream of useful dives behind the stumps. A series of excellent catches were held by many in the team, but there were the outstanding catches of Brian Moffat in gully, and William Hacking on the boundary, which helped to boost the morale of the team . The results of the four matches that we played warn rather interesting as we could have done better in a couple of matches, but on the other hand, the other two matches went strongly in our favour. We ware naturally over-joyed with th·a result of the match against B.C.C . as they were the Nilgiris Cricket Associatiori champions at the time. THE RESULTS: Lost 64 (P.Ma.-tin 24, Overton 20) St. George's 65 for 8 (Patil 4 for 30; Sinclair 3 for 22

vs.

St.

George's

vs.

B. C. C.

vs.

Stanes

Won

171 for 5 (Overton 55; P. Mart in 41; Bilimoria 28) Stan% 36 (Patil 4 for 14; Overton 2 for 9)

vs.

Staff

Lost

57 for 8 (P. Martin 24; S. Martin 19) Staff 72 for 7 (Sinclair 25; P: George 13)

Tied

133 for 4 (Sinclair 48 n. o. Overton 27) B. C. C. 133 for 5 (Overton 3 for 45)

Lost 30 St. Joseph's 103 (Overton 2 for 32; S. Martin 1 for 1 9)

Joseph's

The 1978 season looks as though it is going to be a bright one. The team is enthusiastic and its morale was boosted by a fairly confident victory in the first match-the only one so far. We played on St. George's ground and although we play-ad without two of our 'quickie' bowlers, Schrag and Thurston both of whom were on th ·3 injured I ist, we still managed to pull off a four wicket victory. Excellent bowling by Sam Martin and a steady bat held by Frankie Parmar have encouraged the team to think positively ahead into the season. We are pleased to know that quite a few matches are in the offing, and we plan to have a good time. Our one result so far was:

•

St. George's: Hebron ..

67 (S; Martin 5 for 7) 73 for 6 declared (F. Parmar '32 n.o., Sinclair 25)

18 JUNIOR The juniors had a disappoint.ing '77 season as they had matches against a strong team which resulted in a fairly bad loss. But this year the team, much the same as last year's, has more of a chance due to more practice and a I ittle experience. Curtis Perera has proved to be a good opening batsman and Darshan Ambalavanar has adopted the technique of a good bowler. But there is still Andy Timm who stands above thorn all! The juniors only played one match last year and it was against Lawrence. Âˇ vs Lawrence

Lost 37 (C. Perera-14) Lawrence 136 for 7 (Ambalavanar 2 for 57)

The juniors also have more matches lined up for this season and they seem determined to do well.

HOCKEY The Senior Girls' annual hockey tournament was probably the most interesting sport this year. We all enjoyed the keen competition from St. George's and Kodaikanal. Our first game however was against Stanes. We did not play at all well, the game ending up with no score. We had to take penalty shots to determine the winner. This was extremely nerve-wracking but did not lead anywhere. The final decision was made by the toss of a coin. We won. Our next game was against George's and we lost despite the vicious defence from Kiren and Sharon, Susie also making some brilliant saves: The Kodai game was one of the best we had played with Kodai scoring in the last few (extra!) minutes. The score, however was 1-1, our goal being scored in the first half by our right wing, Sadie Webb. Meanwhile the Junior Girls Hockey team won the f nter school cup for the second year running. VOLLEY BALL Volleyball, a relatively new sport to us proved to be quite interesting. A tournament was held at Lawrence school last September in which a team of nine from Hebron, with Miriam as captain, participated. Unfortunately we did not do well, as the tournament was a knock-out and our first opponents were Lawrence, one of the best teams there. KfCKBALL One game that we shall never forget is the newly introduced kickball Vllhich affords much amusement to players and spectators. BADMfNTON

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The badminton games held at St. Lawrence School were disastrous, as -the senior girls' team lost all their matches. However they enjoyed commiserating together afterwards at the Hillcrest Hotel;

19 CROSS-COUNTRY RUN In 1977, for the first time, the GIRLS took part in the annual ::>ross country. This was probably NOT the most popular activity on the sports calendar! However some good races were run, notably by: Elke Timm (Gold House)-Senior Girls champion Janet White (Gold House)-Junior Girls champion Inter House results at Hebron showed Blue House the stronger Senior team and Gold House the st1onger Junior one; Katharine Gill (Girls Gold House Captain) Sushi la Kukathas (Girls Blue House Captain)

"tf3alls, r/3ails, ( dpottls in

,/) " & (J:!)ongos

dl-unior)

'Variety is the spice of life' and if you attended Junior Hebron over the past year there were at least eight sports to choose from. The 'hardy perennials' -football and cricket-still claim most participants but for those who are more individualis t ic tennis, bad111into n and (dare I say it?) skate-boarding are claimin g many adherents. The Juniors had several friendly football games against the Coonoor locals and two 'serious' ones. The first on the Stanes p it ch, in front of a mass of supporters, prove d to be a nail-biti ng affair, with Baggott hammering in a 25 yard equaliser only a few m inutes before the final whistle. The other macth, away at Lawrence, ended i n a 1-0 defeat. A creditable result against such a large School. The girls, ably coached by Miss Baxter, also took their netball seriously: They defeated Stanes by the convincing margin of 17-8 last year. Some of the girls are also able to put i n some very convincing performances at swimmin g, athletics and hockey. Perhaps you are wondering about the 'Bails, Boards and Bongos'? Well, cricket is as popular as ever from February to May. The Juniors are busy learning how to stop bowlin g 'mouldy grubbers' and the difference between 'Mid-Wicket' and 'Middle Stump' as I write this report. Skate-Boarding has wheeled its way from the U.S.A., through Europe, to the top of the new Junior School block roof! Numerous ordinary skaters and 'boarde,路s' can be seen wending their somewhat precarious ways during the week. The secret, they say, is to avoid a 'Bongo'-a nasty fall. The Hospital extension was obviously completed just in time!

G. E. P.

School Diary 1977-1978 路 MAY 1977

JUNE

The boarderi; return from their May holidays to .face the third term of the schoo I year.

Classes begin. (Miss Macdonald com3s to help out at the Junior School in Coonoor.)

G.C.E. examinations begin for the Standard Eleven students.

A special assembly is held at the Junior School to celebrate the Queen's Sil'1er Jubilee. Mr and Mrs. Rod Gilbert ccnduct a Scripture Union mission at the Senior School.

13-15

Mr and Mrs. Rod Gilbert conduct a Scripture Union mission at the Junior School.

Standards Five and Six perform 'Rock' (a musical based on the life c>f"St: P~ter) at the Union Church Youth Centre.

At the Senior School, the Leavers' Service is held. The guest speaker is Mr C. Reveley, and Rebecca Hamilton and Hugfl Tyman are valedictorians.

Sta.ndards Nine and Ten are promoted to Standards Ten and 路 Eleven respectively.

JULY

1-3

The new Standard

Elev~n

spends a weekend at Kalhatti.

The Stanclard Six girls visit Ootacamund t<> be meflsured for their new school uniforms and to become acque1inted with Se I borne.

Th~

Junior School

pr~sf:lnts

a mid-term music concert:

The Senior ~chqol presents their music concert. cr~am at the intQr'(al 路proves a popu!ar innovation.

ChQcolate ice

&i:miQr School debe1te Ql'I the motion 'Cosmetics are a Needless WHtf:l! ha won by th~ heavily made-up Opposition te1.1m: Karyn Ironside and Paul Martin. Karyn lronsidf:l wins the Principal!& prize for the best debater of the day.

21 22

Hebron Junior School's Fancy Dress Parade begins at 4 p.m; Mr Merriweather is among those present on this happy occasion.

Hebron Senior School, sponsored by the Ootacamund Y. W.C.A., present an evening of music and drama at Anandagiri. A large crowd is present to watch the entertainment provided by Hebron staff and students.

An abbreviated ve ; sion of the programme is presented on Sunday afternoon at Wills Hall, Y.M.C.A.

The Senior School gives a farewell dinner to the headmistress of the Junior School, Miss Dueck.

Standard Six have their special party to celebrate their promotion from the Junior School.

The Senior School hold their Fancy Dress Parade. ever' is Miss Bateman's verdict.

'The best

AUGUST

1-2

The Senior School Drama Festival. 'The Dear Departing' (a farce translated from the Russian)-Std.11 'One Day there was a Night' (a punny performance)-Std.7b. 'What Did you do in the War, Grandad? (on the battle of the sexes) -Std.8 -Std.7a -Std.10

Sir Clotten the Dragon Jonah: A Musical

Standard Six visits Underfell. Mr Kawski shows them around the Christian Mission Service home and the children there present a programme for them .

At Miss Dueck's last assembly at Hebron Junior School, she is presented with a gift from the children. Mr Pain speaks on behalf of the school.

The Senior School farewells Mr. Reveley, Mr and Mrs Tad. 1 Mckellar and Mark ('Magoo') and Miss Kath. McCarthy. and Mr Vincent. August holidays begin.

Boarders return for the first term of the new school year.

Classes begin, with three new teachers from the U.K. : Mr Shipsides (English and Scripture teacher for the Senior Schoof), Miss Johnson (Standard Two teacher) and Miss Reid (Standard Four teacher).

22 :SEPTEMBER 2

Moyra Speir, a singer out in India with International Needs, is guest artist at Senior School assembly.

The Senior School present 'Jonah' and some musical items at Hebron Junior.

Selborne girls go on an outing to Parsons Valley.

OCTOBER 3

Gandhi's Birthday is celebrated at the Senior School with outings: Standards Ten to Thirteen go on a day trip to Bhavani Sagar; Standard Nine to Mudumalai and Standard Seven and Eight to Devashola.

Paul Martin and Karan Bilimoria take part in a debate at St. Joseph's in Coonoor.

The music practical examinations for the Royal Schools of Music are held. ·

The boys and girls of the Senior School run the Cross Country. Peter Wiig and Andy Timm win the Senior and Junior boys' races respectively and Elke Timm and Janet White the Senior and Junior girls' events.

The school's senior student, Peter Daniel of celebrates his twenty first birthday.

Standard 13,

Cypress. Court is opened and the WaUis family and Standards Nine · to Eleven boys move in.

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Kathy Gill, Shobana Rao, Vijendra Daniel and Patrick Tyman.are conf.irmed at St. Stephen's. Bishop Gill of Bangalore preaches the selmQn. ·

NOVEMBER 4

Guy Fawkes night.

Senior School exminations begin.

Senior School students, under the direction of Betty Da.niel and Danny Sinclair, present the musica·I 'I am Here, God is Hare.'

Senior boys help move equipment (mainly.pianos)fr:em the Junior School in Coonoor to Ootacamund.

...

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Standards One and Six classrooms are moved up to Lushington. Christmas is celebrated somewhat prematurely in Ootacamund with Christmas dinner and a pantomime.

A special service of thanksgiving and farewell is held at the Union Church, Coonoor, for Hebron, in the morning. In the eveni ng the Senior School presents a carol service in Union Church.

The Junior School 'Carols of the Nation and Thanksgiving Service' follows at 2-30 p.m. in the school hall, Coonoor.

The Senior school farewells Mr and Mrs Wright from Selborne; The students leave for their Christmas holidays, while the staff roll up their sleeves for the mammoth job of completing the move of Junior Hebron to Ootacamund .

The contents of Standards Two to Five classrooms are moved up to Lushington.

The Junior School teachers are welcomed into their new quarters at Cypress Court (Lush ington) and Se I borne. Daily at least three truck loads of tables, chairs and furnishings are sent up to Ootacamund from the Coonoor campus.

28-29

The matrons all move up to Ootacamund, together with their dormitory furnishings.

DECEMBER The staff of the newly amalgamated school find to their amazement that THE MOVE is virtually complete and they are free to leave for their holidays a week eat I ier than anyone had dared to hope. However most elect to stay on for about a week to tidy up and sort out furniture, and begin cleaning and painting. JANUARY

1978

Rev. and Mrs. Barry Jenkins, with Michael and Stephen, arrive from Australia to take up the pastorate at Union Church, Ootacamund.

Martyn Kemp, an old boy, returns to the school路 this time on the staff .

The students return into boarding 1 welcoming 'titch kids' back.

Lushington

campus enjoys

24 FEBRUARY 1 Classes start in the newly amalgamated Hebron. 2

The School's first case of measles is diagnosed.

Union Church programme has a new look to cater for the greatly in'creased numbers at Hebron School. 9.45 Family Service, attended by Standards One ta Eight. 11.00 Worship Service, for adults and Standards. Nine to Thirteen.

Miss P. Osborn arrives from the U.K. to help with the housekeeping. However at present the measles epidemic keeps her busy in the hospital.

Mr. lngleby's birthday is celebrated in a variety of ways by the whole school. Valentine's Day is ·not forgotten either.

17-19 Standard Eleven

boys spend a weekend at Shalom with the Wallises, while Standard Ten go to Kalhatti with the Davies family, Mr. Kemp, the Je1}kins family and Miss Wag land.

A Canadian team, 'Friends and Followers', present a programme for the Ooty public at six in the evening.

The team visits the school and presents an hour and half of music, d1ama, and skits in the hal I. Some of the team then visit the measles patients in the school hospital. After lunch with the school, the men of the team beat our senior boys' team at basketball. There is a school debate on the motion that 'Dogmatism, pedantry and arrogance are the occupational diseases of teachers.• Karyn Ironside and Karan Bilimoria speak in support of the motion and Alasdair Ferry and Gina Pai mar oppose it. Following a lively debate with many fine speeches from the floor, the motion is carried.

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MARCH 17

Selborne girls go to Glen Morgan for their leave weekend outing. The hospital is full to overflowing with patients: mainly juniors with measles and seniors with 'flu. Special prayer for·healing is made at the ·joint school assembly. Over the following days some empty beds are at last evident in the hospital. · An excellent Senior School debate on the motion tha't 'Women should be Seen and Not Heard' provokes many animated speeches. The debate is won by Anil Kuruvilla and Rae Langton of Standard TweJve, speaking against the motion. General thanksgiving at the arrival of the steam roller to tarseal drive. Hebronites join the coolies under Mr Davies' supervision. th~

Stainer's 'Crucifixion' is presented by the St. Stephen's choir, on Sunday afternoon .at St. Stephen's; A number of Hebron staff and students are present, both in the choir and the congregation.

25 23-27 Easter Camps. Standards Five and Six ..................... Kalhatti Standa rds Seven and Eight.. ............. Mukerti Standard Nine (g irls) ....................... Kanya Kumari Standards Nin e and Ten ( boys) ......... Cannanore Standard El eve n .............................. Mandapam Standard Ten (g irls) ....... ... ......... ...... Masinagudi Standards Twelve and Th irteen ........ Pondicherry (Standards Twelve and Thirteen then stay on for a few days at the lycee in Pondicherry.) APRIL 3

Mock G.C.E .. 'O' and 'A' Level examinations begin.

Th 路e School swimming spo rt s

'Th e Ma gic Flut e ' by Mozart

Schools' Performance.

'Th e Mag ic Flute'

Visitors' Performance.

2.00 p.m.

The Junior School Parents 'Day Programme

7.00 p.m.

The Sen ior School Parents ' Day Programme

9 路30 a.m .

He bron School Open Day

2.00 p.m.

Parents 'Meeting

May Holidays

School Activities路路 Hebron Junior School Parent,s Da4 MAY 1977 Father all-powerfulG. Beaumont Canto Hebronis-Deo Supremo Prayer Report Rest I essness-Bu rgmu 11 er Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring J. S. Bach

PROGRAMME School School Chairman Headmistress Jennifer Main Brian Clunas Jonathan Shead

Going Shopping (adapted) C. Prangnell Minuet in F - Mozart 路 Yugoslav Folk Dance (arr.) S. Allen Minuet in G - J. S. Bach Smartie's Circus Little Spring Song - J. Thompson The Gypsy Camp - J. Thompson The Elves and the Shoemaker (Trad. Fairy Tale) - M. Cornell Bal1ade Burgmuller 0

Standards I & II Catherine Faszer Recorder Group Standard IV Brian Clunas Jeremy Witchal Is Standard Ill Karan Turakhia

Excerpts From ''Rock" - a Musical by P. Bye, R. Hurrell and D. Winters, "Rock" deals with the life of Peter. It starts at the low point in Peter's life, his denial of Jesus Christ. Then it traces the course of Peter's life from his first meeting with the Lord by the sea of Gal ilea to the events of Pentecost. DOXOLOGY

tt,ebro" Senior· School Parents: ·Oa4 MAY 1977

MUSICAL PROGRAMME " Moonlight Sonata (Last Movement) - Bee"thoven · · To a Wild Ro.se Edward MacDowel 1. · Henri Conde La Jeunesse

Maynard Schrag , Sam Martin , Grace John

Minuet } from 'The Water Music' -- Handel Air · Orchestra Hornpipe Brass : M. Schrag, M. Dartnall-Smith, John Daniel, P. Bhaskare, P. Martin. Woodwind : J. Langton, L. McKellar, A . Martin, R. Martin, M. Truscott, K. Ironside, D. Faszer, V. Langton·. C. John, D. Polster ~ S : Webo. Strings :P. Wehmeier, Joseph Daniel, I. Kukathas, E. Daniel. Morning Prayer ·- L. Streabbog · B. Ironside Apple Blossoms - Leono.ra Lacoste Gigue in F. - J . S. Bach

Joy Darrell Elisabeth Daniel

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P4gmal ion .b4. Q. B. Shaw

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THE CHARACTERS Eliza Doolittle Professor Henry Higgins Colonel Pickering Miss Eynsford Hill Mrs. ·Eynsford Hill Mr. Eysnsford Hill Mrs~ Pt:larce (Housekeeper) ~lfre·d Dool it tie (Dustman) · Mrs. Higgins .(Prof . Higgins' mother) Parlour-maid Covent Garden Crowd

Bystander (Coven f Garden) Sarcastic Bystander

Miriam Dartnall-Smith Pau.1 Mar.t in · Karan Bilimoria Delphine McLeay Jayanti Banerjee Paul Paterson · Sushila Kukathas . John Lawrence, c: Revel~y Karen Ironside

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Anne Martin Peter Wiig, Shoba Rao Dagmar Busaidy, Maynard Schrag .. And.raw Smith, Kevin Perera Mark Thurston, Kathy Gill William Hacking Brian Moffat

·MemGrias of P4grnalion, Ma4 · 1977 (from the point of view of the one who acted Professor Higgins)

I remember 'mp~tiently flicking ;:i speck of dust from, trousers ~ncl running my finger through my hair. The passing of the last few hours had built up a tension that came to the surface in fits and starts. Ther.e had been practic~s ~nd vve. had ploughed through them, blundering ~ind almost without thinking. There had been costumes to try on and we hac;f fluttered and strutted in front of I ong mirrors .. Then~ had peen make-up and constant attention-long hours of grim meditation, turning over worrying details ag<!i'l and a~~in. Such a build-up-for what? Pygmalion. · Pygmalion?

Yes; ll'ygmalionl You know-Higgins, Pickedng, Doolittle and all that. I rememper now. Once more I see that rush of props., costurtie.s, furnitUfE! and flustered actors. But it is an indistinct picture now, blurred and shrouded in the mists of memory. Every now and then I hear Mr Dool it tie holding forth again or sometimes the sobs of a heart-broken Eliza, or at other times the spluttarings of the audience, the whispering of those bacl< stage, the growls of the over-nervous actor-all combine in my mind to form Pygrnal ion. And at odd times, I take hold of a walking stick, a top-hat, a pair of bedroom slippers or a note book and once more I see thQ cr.ow({eq hall, tf1e bright lights,a chair here, a sofa there_:_my memories of Pygmalion. · But what is this Pygmalion? Why-a play! A play? A play about what? You know, about a phonetician and the lady he created. Yes, I do recall something about a lady - a pink ballroom dress, a flow .. ery hat, a Japanese gown-yes, beautiful, wasn't she? Unforgettable is p~rhap~ a better word. How could one forget such an overpowering personality, sucti domination, such- ..• words fail me. What remains is a jumble of words and expressions, once a completed jigsaw puzzle now being continually broken up by the passing of time. But what maq~ this play, this Flygmalion~ so important? Why! It was the Standard Ten play last May. Yes, I do reme_mber now ... Standard Ten last May •.• Professor Doolittle, the lady who created a phonetician •.. lt all comes back to me.

Paul Martin Standard 11

A PAGE FROM THE 'PYGMALION' PHOTOGRAPH ALBUM

Coonoor FareweJJ Part4-

Hebron Da4

From left to right : Miss Marshall, Miss Gi lbert, Miss Jackson, Miss Bowers, Miss Wilson, Miss Dueck, Miss Fountain, Miss Fowler

An Indian Prince (Shalin Behal) escorting a Japanese Lady (Tami Mitsumori)

Hebron Staff Farm Fowl or Du (e )ck House : Elizabeth Main One Window Pane -Yet Another : Jennifer Main Feed the Chi ckens: Jonathan Main Baxter

Open Da4 1977 A clatter of trunks at break of day, A shake of the 'bomb' and we were away To school, to discover the boys were sci Chaotic they'd not even packed to go. The parents arrived to look at the school And see i f their 'darlings' obeyed the rnle. Then up to the office to see 'the .Boss' And back to their children-extremely cross! The children then cunningly told them of break, With sandwiches, coffee and even some cake! Displays in the classrooms came next, so they went To see if their money had been wisely spent. They found to their joy as they entered Grade eight That 'Rev. Babe' had planned a balloofl debate. Some typing, art, science, and sewing displays, Even some films and other arrays, Then parents and children departed for lunch The parents with staff and the kids as a bunch. Slowly the crowds went their various ways Convinced that this was best of all 'Open Days'! Karyn Ironside anq Delphine Mcleay Standard 11

The Leavers' Social and Service June 1977 After a hectic week of missed preps the Great Day dawned upon us. Standard Ten were to organise the Leavers' Social and the girls were fluttering around in a typical female fashion while the boys did very little to help. Fortunately Miss Gibberd was kind enough to cook the food, which meant that we did not have to poison ourselves with Standard Ten's cooking. (We refer to the boys' cooking of course.) As was mentioned before, the girls were fluttering around in a typical female fashion, the Standard Eleven girls, that is, and they arrived at the social late , which succeeded in making the boys furious. The boys could not wait to get their teeth into the food. However once they got them in, they could not wait to get them out again! Joking apart, it was a meal which we all .greatly enjoyed. Four incredible speeches followed. Gill Wilson and Hugh

30 Tyman spoke on behalf of Standard!·Eleven. and Susie Kukathas and Paul Martin for Standard Ten. The most incredible part of the speech making was that Paul Martin removed his footwear. in order to stand on the table as he delivered his speech. That left a Ungering·lmptession on all. After the speeches we went down to the hall to continue the party. We played some games and listened to music for most of the time. At, ten forty five the boys walked the girls back to Selborne, thus ending a thoroughly enjoyable night. The Leavers' service took place on twenty second of June between break and lunch time. The boys in their usual(?} gentlemanly manner. carri.ed the benches down to the hall. When everyone was seated and quiet the leavers walked down the central aisle, Philip Overton· leadi·og and the only other boy in the class, Hugh Tyman, bringing up the rear, the girls being sandwiched in the middle. Hugh Tyman and Becky Hamiltofl were the ·valedictorians.· ·Hugh's speech was a typical leaver's one:. being U;vely, and witW at the beginning and more serious towards the enq. Becky's spech was more of a class history, the Easter camp at Mandapam· being one of the main topics: · · .. ·· Following the speeches the girls sang a song cai led 'Th~ N~w Tw~nt.y Third' which was enjoyed by -everyone present. · · ·• ·· . .. Next came the presentation o~ awards, which were as follows: Scholar of the Year ...... Rebecca Hamilton Soortsman of the Year ...•.. Daniel Sinclair i:>ports woman WMson . . of the Year ..... ,Gillian . The actual Leaver's Service then began with a hyrrin. Christine Yendell, Helen Stockley and Anne Selvaratnam gave. the Bible readings and Mr Chris. Reveley the· address. After Mr McKellar had prayed, we sang the hymn 'We Rest on Thee'. Mr lngleby gave the benediction and the congregation remained standing while Standard Eleven left the hall. Jayanti Banerjee Brian Moffat Kathy Gill Standard II

Valediction

June 1977

Another year has passed since we said good-bye to the last Standard Elevens and now it is our turn to take our leave. Some of you may remember that in her speech last year, Janet Wilson related to us some of the trials and errors which they encountered when the school first became co-ed . I have decided that in ou~ speech to you we'll miss out those early years since the novelty of co-ed . has now worn off and instead relate to you what has happened since we took over as Standard Eloven. However iust in passing I think I should mention that any of the problems that have arisen in our class during the past year have invariably been related to the imbalance of the male and female numbers in our class-you have probably noticed that we are the dominant ones and the boys recessive- but I shan't enlarge any further on that comment! One thing I have always enjoyed in Hebron are the outings planned for us by the staff, especially the girls at Selborne every month-end I am not saying that we always looked forward to them-in fact I distinctly remember that one time when Mr. Wood announced that we were going to hike down to Kattery Falls, in the Ketti Valley, we were more displeased than thrilled , and hoped fervently that something would crop up which would prevent our going . However luck wasn't with us and it turned out that we spent that Saturday slithering down muddy embankments to see the falls which, as it turned out, weren't even running. Making the most of it, we did manage to keep our spirits up till the end of the day when we dragged ourselves back up to our rooms footsore and weary. There were many more outings which I am sure I could spend the rest of today telling you about. There was the walk out to Cairn Hill for "D. of E." when certain members of our class mysteriously lost their way; the times we have cycled out to Emerald Lake, Kamaraj Sagar Dam. Parson's Valley and Glen Morgan to break the hum-drum routine of I ife at Se I borne. Our girls will tell you how much we have learnt especially through our "D. of E." course which we somehow managed to struggle through up to the bronze award. If any of you girls would I ike expert advice on how to bake apples stuffed with dates among a whole lot of 'euc-y' leaves on a rainy ni ght-you can come to us and we'll tell you to. forget it because it's not worth the trouble. Another of the ways in which we have got our exercise to keep us all fit and trim (as you see we all are) is of course by playing sport. In this area I must admit that our guys do surpass us by far-anyway most of us girls have never aspired to being 'Sportswoman of the Year路, we were just pleased to be placed in the senior hockey and volleyball teams or the inter-class sports, as the case may be . One personal word of advice I should like to impart to any future hockey players is that if you feel you have weak knees, it wil I be worth getting some knee strengtheners-that way you won't end up spending three months on crutches with a torn cartilage.

In the course ot r~.tating to y9u all that WEj ~ve been through I must not forget our Easter Camp, at Mnndaparn drt the coast of Tamil Nadu. I do believe that this is the one occasion when our class has had the most fun together. Needless to say, the eighteen hour joL!rneys there and back with twenty tM>-0f us in a ·eadaga bus, certainly added spice ·to· ·the trip. The· days at Mandapam were packed with fun: visiting the Fisheries, swimming on o·ur own private beach, going for nightly walks tt> the nearby coffee houses, buy~ng beads and shells at Rameshwaram (some of us still have these .as souvenirs) .•. Chris here even tried her hand at fishing-at least if I remember rightly.she nearly caught a flying fish in her mouth, ·and the rest of us have all experie.nced by now what it is I ike to have salt water in your ears, eyes, nose, mouth as well as to have poisonous sea-weed stuffed down your back. At this point I should like to thank all our matrons and teachers for helping us through this year especially through our G. C. E. exams. and I'm sure that all of our staff would like us to thank our parents for sending us to this school so that you could have the privilege of teaching such outstanding students! Maybe in future years, when we are all in far distant lands: Hugh, Chris and· Helen in England, Gill in Scotland, Karen' in Ireland, Rae in Australia, Jackie in New Zealand and Susan and I in America and AnHe in France, we'll look back on the times We had here and wish we were on.ca · tnore in Hebron. 'Rebecca Hamilton ' . Standard ~1 (197&-77)

Bible Class Retreat This generally enjoyable occasion was held on the 16th· Ju iv. from 4 o• crock to 9 p. m. The lnglebys had gone to Farley to get away from thi·ngs for the weekend, and everyone came tramping in for the meeting. The weather was pretty bad, as there was drizzle and rain, an·d to add 'to it, mist,. With the whole lot blovvn into our faces by a strong cold wind. . In spite of the weather we were all lively and happy. Later on. after dark, a foe was .lit and we sang all the Scripture choruses we coula think of. · It started off when everyone had arrived from school. Choruse.s ware sung with the help of a guitar. Then there was a'spiritual check-up le'd by Miss Hunt helped by the other staff present. Next was tea, consisting of a bun ·and a clip of tea; Presently everyone· went outside to play a game with a tennis ball in.between the numerous puddles on the tennis court. I might say too, that the people who took part in this game despite getting wet up to the ankles enjoyed .. it more, than the spectators. • .

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As soor\ ~s everyone was back in the house Mr. Davies fired away with his talk about God as a Sovereign Ruler. As it ended people asked questions to do with the subject.· After the discussion period we car tied the food down to the bonfire site.

33 After a bit of trouble the fire was I it with the aid of a streng kick from one present. The cold supper was good as there was quite a variety of food there, although there weren't exactly copious amounts of it. After eating, what we fortunately could hardly see, everyone gathered round the now blazing fire to sing choruses, usually started by Mr. Reveley's wobbley beginning note. it.

As we left every one was discussing whether they enjoyed or disliked I enjoyed it very much and it was helpful to many. Andrew Smith Standard 11

Scripture Union On July 10, 1977, some Hebron students were invited to St. George's on the Sunday afternoon to share with members of the Scripture Union groups there. The time started with some informal games to mix the students and then proceeded to chorus singing, group drama on Bible stories, various singing items and a short talk by Mr. Hammick, the previous principal of St. George's on the Boy Scouts' motto "Be Prepared." After a good tea, the St. George's students showed our students around their school. We eventually left, feeling we'd made new friends through a worthwhile afternoon. A similar meeting was held on October 16, '1977, when students from St. George's and St. Hilda's joined some of our students at Hebron. Sister Ricketts from St. George's led a happy afternoon of singing and drama and Rev. K. G. Donald gave a short message at the end. After a biriyani, our students were able to show their visitors around Lushington. Four schools joined together on February 26, 1978, at St. George's (their students, Hebron, Lawrence and Stanes) for another Scripture Union get-together. We were rather worried that students from Stanes were able to answer questions in a Bible quiz much better than we could, but otherwise the afternoon was enjoyable, being similar to the two previous S. U. gatherings. We feel it is valuable to meet Christian students from local schools and have fellowship with them in an informal way.

The Drama Festival At Hebron's annual drama festival held in early Aâ&#x20AC;˘Jgust, five plays were presented: The Dear Departing (a farce, translated from the Russian) by Leonid Andreyev presented by Standard Eleven One Day there was a Night (a punny performance) written and staged by Standard Seven (B). What Did you Do in the War, Grandad? (a drama based on the battle of the sexes) written and staged by Standard Eight.

34 Sir· Cl·otten the Dragon (a fantasy) based on a play by c .. V. Burgess, staged · by Standard Seven (A) · . · ·Jonah was a Prophet (a musical) with. th~ libret.to written by Mr. Twvn<1m. Perkins and the .music. by Miss N.. Swannell Elisabeth Daniel • . . and '•. We include the libretto of the musical below. "'

Jonah \Alas a Prophet A MUSICAL Lyrics Music

Mr. John Twynam-Perkins Miss Nicola Swannell and Miss Elisabeth Daniel CAST

Jonah His Wife His Dad His Mum The.Voice of Gqd Cabin Boy Captain Chorus:

David Faszer· Grace John Alasdair Ferry Linda Birch Vijendra Daniel Stephen Langton Mr. P. Davies

Helen Casebow, John Daniel, Bronwyn Ironside, Jacqueline Jacob, Jo Kukathas, Joyce Louis, Andrew McManus, Elizabeth Marsh, Sam Martin, Joy Osborn, Gina Parmar, Sharon Reinhardt, Giant Swanson, Patrick Tyman, Barry White, Judy Wigglesworth

Lights: Frank Parmar Organist: Elisabeth Daniel Drums: Maynard Schrag

lntrod~ction· Song

(Chorus) We want to tell ,you the incredible tale The incredible tale? .Of Jonah and the whale Jo'nah and the whale? .Well it ought to be 'fish'' But its kin'd of like thisWe couldn't get a rhyme So one more time It's the .incredible

35 mind boggling brain stretching truth telling facts spinning nerve shattering miracle happening God working - tale Of J-J-Jonah J-J-Jonah? J-J-Jonah and his whale His whale? Well, you got to al low for poetic I icence! Song

Now Jonah was the son of old AmittaiHandsome young fellow and the apple of my eye~ Brains and intelligence come from his ol.d dad All his mother gave him was the gift of the gab. Now Amittai his father/pop had long time planned On Jonah entering business with his old man But Amittai and son L-T-D Never got floated as a company . Well just to put old Jonah into history He lived around eight hundred B. C. Gath-hepher was the town from where he came And he's its one and only claim to fame ...

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Well Jonah didn't care to follow his old ·dadHe wanted to be modern rather than trad . So he turned his back on prof i t and loss And made a good prophet with Yah-weh .as hi.s boss. Wp.rds t .h at ~ome· from lfim above Words of wisdom and rebuke Designed t o make you look At the kind of life you lived. Yes, Jonah was a prophet' A prophet of God.

Jonah was a prophet That's a man of God Called to make his living : Speaking words · Words of warning, words of love

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Jonah went out early to .the .hil'ls :fo pray 'Cos it got him nearer to his God that way·. Arriving at his customary place one day Behind him he heard a small voice say , ·,

•Listen Jonah I'm speaking to you~·· ·.., I've got this job lined up for you· . . I need you to go to Nineveh To take a message to the people. there. You're the only prophet that I've got Who can take a message from· the Li~lng Goe!, So pin back your ears and open yout mind As here come my words I ine by I ine: This is the news I want you to takeListen careful so theta's no mistake You tell them straight cle,r.~11<1 .loµ.cf They're an evil living, wicked ctowd. Now I know they're a mighty sinful lotThey ain't your friends; but well so whatl I've decided to give them one more try To return to me or they'll die Like Sodom, GomoFFah QT Jericho. So pick up your staff and off you go. Back Jonah went to tell Mr.!i. Jo. To pack his mantle cos he h~d to go Off in a hurry on a top notch Job · As mouthpiece of the Living God. Son{;I

(Jonah's Wife) Jonah, what I can't understand Is why you can't be more of a man And quit this public speaking fadGet a job and be a proper dad To little Jonah, Eli anc;I Ham Moses, Jacob and·Abraham. listen Jonah to your wife1 Want to live a settled Jife .. l!Sut how( can I mimage en the pittance you bring From doing strictly YOl!t own thing? There's little Rachel and Mary to feed Not to mention the rest of our breed. Come on Jonah, gird up your lelns, Get a job that brings in the coins Instead of pretending you make it with Him, Just roll up your mantle and get stuck in. Cos believe me, chum, you j1.1st ahit got it To make it even as a minor prophetl

37 So Jonah why don't you give up this game Cos you'll never make the fame Of top rate prophets we've had in the past: Isaiah, Elijah-that sort of class. You're just not in that pedigree So hang up your jaws and look after I ittle Jonah, Eli, Harn, Moses, Jacob; Abraham, Rachel; Mary and Me; . S<;mg (Chorus)

(Jonah)

Jonah's got to go to Nineveh, Gonna be a rep. of Jehovati But Jonah's got to thinking 'bout this job Sort of feels he's up against the lot. Nineveh people are not my choice In friends; and funnily enough my voice Is beginning to fade and squeak, Getting so bad I can hardly speak.

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And doesn't God know it's awful far To walk all that way to Nineveh? Besides he's never spoken as yet To the hostile crowds he's likely to get.....:. Big problem will be translating 'Cos they won't understand a thingAnyway God could write in the sky Much more efficiently than his weak cry.

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Think I will have to give this trip An enormous opposite way skip, Cos I can't see how I possibly a 11 God's first choice, the right sort of man And besides they are a foreign lot Who don't deserve the mercy of God. So bye-bye Nineveh, I won't cry. I'm gonna live-you're gonna die. (Ship's Captain) Song 6 0. K. Customers it's the bargain of the yearTarshish return, for five shekels clear! Roll up! for another price slashAs you walk on board put down the cash. The steward wil I show you your luxury cabinOur big staterooms will hold anything. Recreation is all in our price Just grab an oar-it's really quite nice. Involved, that's how our passengers feel, We give you experience guaranteed real.

Welcome on board sirl Just pay the clerk. We'll be setting sa ii before it gets dark. Don't be alarmed Sirl don't be dlsmayedThis little ship is completely handmade. Up in the point sir is a mighty fine berth 5 shekels to you that's about quarter its worth. Yes sir we~re the finest in these parts, ;. All the rest are a bunch of sharks. So forget your worry, forget your unease, There's no boat like this on all seven seas.

(Chorus) Song· 7 The ship sailed.. slowly out of Joppa town Awhiles before the sun san.k down. . Jonah feeling tired·decided to rest, Soon he was snoring like an old bees' nest.· : •·.

Soon the wind began to moan With all the signs of a stot,i;n comin'on. · The sea turned .grey the ·sky grew black . The lightning flashed and the thl.ind,er clapped. The sea opened up the sh iprcrashe.d. down. Wate.· poured in, near: enough to; drown.• · The ship flew, up sails all ripped Someone holleted, ''Aban.qorn•:hip'.',

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Started screaminf:J like a ·horse~wliipped pop....:- . The rest of the crew began shrieking prayers Hoping for an answer from the graat upstairs; The gods didn't answer; ·the storm got" wors0''. They all got the feeling they were .under a curse. The cargo was jettisoned, the ship· grew I ight, Still the gods chose to ignore their plight. Down in the. h~ld;~lrl·ded up like a dog Jonah was snoring," sleeping like a log, ' · The captain woke· Jonah, o'rdered him. pray: Maybe his_god·.Cciuld .ni.ake the st.arm pass .i;iway.

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All praying on deck completelv;stopped:The crew had deci.ded to ignor~ the gods. They gave the m.a.tter a few quick thoughts; All agreed they ought to draw lots.

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39 Jonah it happened drew the short one.: Everybody asked what on earth he had done. Jonah told his story about running from God, Said the storm would stop if they threw him overboard. The mate grabbed his hands, the captain his feet, Together they pitched him into the sea . Jonah knew he couldn't make it to shore ' Cos he'd never learnt to swim before. He felt his chance of survival was small. He hoped and prayed God had heard him call . But God hadn't planned on letting Jonah drownHe sent along a fish that swallowed him down.

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(Jonah)

Song 8 Listen you people get a load of this: Jonah's been swa I lowed by a mighty fish. He's right down inside the belly of the thing Shouting and kicking and creating a din. The fish didn't lika it and got real upsetCraziest food he'd eaten as yet . Little while after the tantrums had stopped, Jonah sat down deep in thought. His situation he had to confass Was one gigantic whale of a mess. He'd been a fool to run from the job Only thing now was to pray to God. Lord, hear my call, My Lord, hear my cry, Lord God, I've done wrong1 know I deserve to die. I'm far away from you1t' s like the pit in this placeThe hell of it is; I'm Separated from your face. Lord I want to see you But I cannot save myself. Please God I ift me up, Bring me back to yourself .

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The fish as you may have already guessed Was showing signs of pischological stress: It had never really swallowed prophets before And didn't much fancy tfying any more . Besides its belly was feeling kind of rough So after three days it coughed Jonah up.

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40 (Chorus of Ninevites) Song Nineveh! Nineveh! You're my kind of city The absolute best Civilised Cultured The peak of finesse Nineveh! Nineveh! You're my kind of city A capital place Modern Aesthetic A sophisticate Nineveh! Nineveh! You're my kind of city The place where it's done Cosmic Dynamic Th~ imperial one, Nineveh! Nineveh! You're my kind of city I worship your ground Seductive Bewitching

9 A paradise found, Nineveh! Nineveh! (Jonah) You're the devil's own city A place of no I ight Perverted Repulsive A huge parasite Nineveh! Nineveh! You're the devil's own city Humanity's worst Immoral Recessive A cancerous curse Nineveh! Nineveh! You're the devil's own city A decadent growth Satanic Degenerate A negation of Truth Nineveh! You are sick! (spoken)

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(Jonah) â&#x20AC;˘.. You're gonna die You're gonna die Every single one who's here Hope I've made that point quite clear You're gonna die. Forty days is all you've got You sinful unrepentant lot And then you'll die. You're gonna die Extermination's your reward For consciously opposing God. You're gonna die You're gonna die. Only way to escape God's wrath Is reverse your way then follow His path You're gonna die You Swindler, Faker, Forger, Waster, Bigamist, Liar, Murderer, Witch, Con-man, Pervert, Sadist, Harlot, Drunkard, Glutton, Blackmailer, Thief - You're gonna die! (Chorus of Ninevites) Everything you say is perfectly true But prophet of ~od what shall we do? (Jonah) You gotta repent! You gotta repent! Get on your knees And pray to the Lord. You gotta repent You gotta repent Fall on your face Cry Jehovah is God. You gotta repent! Song 11 (Jonah) Well I've spoken your wordsHope you're pleased at that. Guess you've seen the effect On those Gentile scabs.

What I can't und~~~tain'c:ffi Why they need to be saved. You shoulda just killed th.~m .ii .. ·.·.- ... Like You told me you wottld. · 1 knew this w~ul~ .}i,appe11, · · You're he.art is too 'soft, · · You're iW>o ftin bf ·ttie'rev: · ·· ·_'. } ::';.) j "'· .. ~ You're too gracious a ~od. The Jews are yoJq~eppl~.: . . . · • .,.. We're the ones that' you·ch'O'S"'.~, · -· It's with us You're involved,.' · :· ' ,,. : ' · ' Not rejects like. those. · ·;· · ,;,: . ·:< -':. Well I've spoken.:y&i'..fr.\iiidri:rs · .:_ · · ,._ :: ~ So I'm pushin9·otHrom-et.·. · ·· ·;,; .:. ·:: · »· ·: ... ·· Upset and angry ' · · · ·: · ·: . ):Y No killing's been d(>ne~ · · :· · · '· · ·' · You've be.~n far too f't~h'lent~ · · · Not·totigh enough, >. .. . Extending your brief To others, not to us. ;•_,:

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(God) Spoken:- ·.Jonah I love you but ••• : . . ... . ·~

Who are you? Just who are you To try and tell me What I can or cannot do? Just who are you? Jonah I'm saddened You've reacted like this. I hoped as a prophet You might understand But just as expected You've come true to form Your eyes are tighily shut, Your mind it still closed upYou cannot see fu'rther . Than your bent. Jewish nose· The trouble with you is You've made me so small, Defined me, confined me. In myriads of laws, You think I am your God, Not to be shared

43. With people around you, With men everywhereBut that's not my purpose, You've got it all wrong, My plan is for everyone To know me as God: As God of the Universe, As God of this world, As God of each nation, As God in their lives.

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So who are you? . Just who _are yoµ To try and tell me What I can or cannot do? Just who ·are you? i . FINALE Song (Chorus)

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Jehovah! Jehovah! God of the universe, God of this world, Creato-r, · Sustainer, Eternal I AM, Jehovah! Jehovah! God of the Universe, · 'Nineveh too, Reviver, Renewer, All merciful God, Jehovah·! , Jehovah! God of the Universe, God of my Life, Inside me, All around me, My personal Guide, Jehovah!Jehovah! God of the Universe; ' Being All-Wise, Immortal, Unchanging, All-Powerful God Jehovah! Jehovah! JEHOVAH IS GOP .

The Students' Musical The hall lights went out . The curtains slowly drew open. We put the final touches to ou r hair, and straightened out our collars with trembling hands. Then suddenly ... ' I'm here!' shouted a tremulous voice. 'God's here!' followed a deeper voice . 'Now we can START!' responded the whole group, blinking and smiling in sudden bewilderment as all the lights flashed on. The cymbals were already tingling out their insistent rhythm when the organ suddenly blared forth to introduce the lively anthem, 'It's Ringing Here, It's Ringing There', during which the audience and the singers relaxed, preparing themselves for an evening of music in the awareness of God's presence. There was a sudden contrast, as the next chorus, 'God is Here Right Now: was soft and reverent, and a hush fell on the hall. But soon the organ rang out its catchy tune for the next song during which Linda and Kevin starred as they sang their solos flawlessly . Rae then followed with her solo, 'I feel like Dancing,' which set many feet tapping. A I it tie later Paul ('Marts') staggered to the front of the stage under the weight of a heavy library chair on which he leaned as he began to query, 'Are You in Control. Lord?' to which the whole group readily responded that He certainly was. This song gained added impact from the recent news of the cyclones that had devastated coastal Tamil Nadu and Andhra. For the song, 'Nothing but Amazing' , Bronwyn and Karyn were forced to work overtime because of a not-so-joyous frog in Maynard's throat. Carolyn Joy, however, managed to sing for every performance. Following a powerful, 'Peace on Earth, Good Will toward Men' from our spitfire Gracie, Danny half sang, half talked his way through 'Symbols and Tokens.' After this, there was a slight change as our main accompanist, Betty, moved to the mike while Karyn took her place at the piano. Betty's solo was followed by several anthems which were probably the favourites of the group. The most moving one, 'Rough Old Road', was Sling by Chris, her beautiful melancholy voice ringing with confidence throughout the hal I, while Frankie's soft lighting added to the sombre atmosphere. The invitation' Come as You Are' sung in the operatic style by Betty and Karyn while Marts . valiantly tried to follow on the piano preceded the finale ... The musical was rounded off by a quiet song, 'He'll Go With You Now' , and a quiet sigh of thanks amongst the singers.

45 Two and a half months of rigorous yet enjoyable practices had p~id off with five successful performances. We would like to thahk the staff for allowing us to put this on, and Mr . and Mrs. Daniel for leneling us tlieir beautiful electronic organ. Above all I should personally like to thank all the members of the group, 路 and especially now those not already mentioned : Sharon, Shoba, Judy, Alasdair (as much for his art work as for his singihg) and Viji our guitarist. Dan Sinclair Standard Thirteen with Karyn Ironside Standard Eleven

Half-Term H9lida4

The Trip t6 Kalhatti 'Catch this.' I swung round to find a box of pies being thrust into my hands. It was Friday afternoon, and the bus was being loaded in preparation for the Elevens' and Twelves' excursion to Kalhatti. Later that afternoon taxis dropped us off at Finger Post where Mr. Davies was waiting to set us on the right road. Some of the guys hitched a ride on a Badaga bus whilst the rest set about the tiring walk. My group being the laziest, decided to try to hitch a ride on a lorry but it was not until H.P. F. that one stopped to pick us up. Dagmar, Susie, Jayanthi, Indra and I climbed in and asked the driver if he would stop at Kalhatti. 'Yes, yes.

I know', he assured us.

Off we went in fine style driving past Mr. Davies and the others. After going about 7 k. m. we decided that we had gone toe far, and wondered what to do. Between us we had a smattering of TelUJU, Tamil and Hindi. The driver spoke very little English. After much confusion wa found that he was taking us to Calicut! None of us had any money so we decided to go as far as Pykara. We were a little nervous but ready for an adventure. While we were walking back, this time looking for a lotrY 拢joing towards Kalhatti, I heard a motor bike and swung round just in time to catch sight of Mr. Davies who was driving along at about 70 miles per hour. He was worried, but relieved to see us. He thought we had been abducted. We were soon on our way back in another rorry, where our gallant heroes (Mr. Reveley, Martio, Danny and Billy) found us. they had heard we were missing and had lost no time in hitching a car to take them down the ghat to find us.

46 ...... : :' . . ;..:VVh~~;~~-'~~~ntually rea~flad. ·the bu-~gai.o\111 Kalf"Ja;U,''.i* 1-~b p;'.m"' (tw.O. ho:urs lf!te) .and'" the kids .were at the bottoll'.' of th.~ ·dr.j.ve: to.see us. ·, , .. .. ,After a very weicomei wa.lk w.e trotted off to Kalhatti for a, waf.k. · 'We ·.• ipcli.[ded Muff.who was on crutches and Kathy with. her ba-d:. kh~e.

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· ·.·: . The gids decided to serenade the boys until some unearthly hour of the morning, and the. same bunch were up at 6 a. m. telling the boys to stop being l_azy arid: gQ~ and: play soccer.

·:Mr~ Da\iies took devotions after breakfast, and then we set off down the ghat towards the Falls. The sun: was hot and we spent a pleasant morning sliding down rocks. About· 2 p. m. we began to leave for th• slow ascent up the ghat. Mr. Reveley, Miss Allen and some of us students hitched a ride up on a lqrry.· After te.a we ail p.Jayed 'King Ball' and Kick the Can', and in the evening· •:concentration' and other indoor games.

Sunday morning, we packed- our .thfogs and load,d the bus; We arrived at Selborne just in time to· get ready ··for chllrth;· sunburnt and tired after our 'relaxing weekend.'

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.Dedication of. C4press Court

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On 1ith O<:tober, 1977, in place of the usual assembly in the· hall~ the: school met outside under the tr.ees around Cypress. Court. , .• As th~ school assembled; the orchestra, conducted by Mr. Wallis, played a· march from 0 Scipiot• by Handel. After that a choir" co'nsisting .of cla$)i'8 s,ang P$alm 120·. "Praise God· in the Sanctuary," ·and taught. the re-st of ~he school. the refrain. Betty Daniel and Angela Thom.as accompanied·thefn on accordians of was Miss N." Swannell. · · . . 'p'itrno· . . : . ... The..conductor . . the .chorr . . .~

.. After .thitk .l\llr. lng.leqy prayed, .and then Paul Martin .re.ad from Psalm 92 ver$es. 1-~. and 12-15: _,, It. is ~ood to giv~ than!<s to the Lord,- to s. ing gr_Qj$es. ;to. 'thy 'h9'.ly. name, Q Most. High.'' ... . . mQ'st .. . . ' ' ~

When the r~ading was 'ov~r," Mr. Davies gave ·a talk-then~ain- the'me was one.of th.anksg_iving for .God.'.s help in .the con$t~uction of the n~w. building. t:t~ PQinted .Puf tba't this was .a s.ign that God W!!S "not '' A God. away up t~ere,·~ .but that He·w~~s he{e, and With us all the time; re'ady to help us 0 ut. of all· sorts of circumstances. · . ·.:..·

Mr. Davies finished \Nitti . ~ pray~~ · ~11d~ ~t .a. 's)gn . fr~n;, Miss Swannell the choir sang" In the stars His handiwork I see.''· As the last strains of the, song died away, Mr . lngleby passed ·a pair of s'cissdr.s ·to Mrs. lngleby, who cut the red ribbol'} that was. tied across the door. M,r. lngleby then invited anyone who vitanled to co'me and look round tha building aft~r;IJlia 'rds • .:. j

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..The ass~mbly end~d in a ~ymn sung by the whole school - " Praise the Lord ye heavens adcire Him~ · ; accompanie.d by the orcheslra; and .a benediction (originally f9und on the Door of St. Stephen'.s in Lohden)- · · .. · ·

· " 0 God, make the door of this house wide enough to receive all who need human love and fellows hip; narrow enough to shut out all envy, pride and strife. Make its threshold smooth enough to be no stumbling-block to children, nor to straying feet, but rugged <fnd strong enough to tw71 back the tempter's power. God, make the door of this house the gat~-way to thine Eternal Kingdom,, With that the assembly finish.a d. with the new building dedicated and open - ready to live in. A. Shead Standard

Boxing .Club

The introduction of a boxing club to the school caused quite an uproar in nearly all the classes. In fact, many of the girls wanted to join, but it was considered that it would not look good if they got battered about (one up to the male sex) and besides, girls are too 'lady-like' to indulge in boys' sports. The club was reasonably well equipped. Mr. Davies bought some nice new gloves, each weighing eight ounces. There were not quite enough gloves to equip all the participants of the club and so the gloves were shared out. Those who did not want to box were told to fight by Mr. Davies, or he would take them on. All the members of the cl1:1b had a two minute bout in the gym, after a preliminary training lesson. Most of the boys had never done boxing before and so were not willing to box on many occasions. Mr. Davies acted as coach and did an excellent job of training and coaching his students to keep their guard and not to fall out. All the boys except those who refused, fought Mr. Davies and almost without a doubt lost. In the first few weeks, Mr. Davies taught us the tactics of boxing. There were about eleven members which was an acceptable number. Then on 30 July an exhibition of boxing was held in the gym. The rounds lasted two minutes, and most of the contestants had two rounds. The members who fought were: Nicky Miller-Philip Selvaratnam Krishan George-Cherian John Alan lronside-Hafidh Busaidy

.Johp Lawre11ce-Peter Wiig Mayn<!rd Schrag-Karan ailimorla ~opby John-Paul P"terson Th~r~ vvere nP pointl) giv'iln for ~he fight as it was or:ily ti;> sh~vv what we had learned during clubs periods.

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very er:ithusiastic about boxing, and hop~ term. John Lawrence Standard 11

Swimming Clinics These clinics are taken by Mr. Davies and everybody is divided up into different groups. There are groups for novices, for life-saving, for diving and for 'different kinds of swimming strokes. The boys and girls in the novice group are told to get into the pool and go underwater so as to get their hair wet. After this they are told to kneel down and blow bubbles; this is followed by opening their eyes while kneeling down. They are told to go to the deep end, till the water touches their c;:hin and then asked to race to the shallow end, touch the bankand race back . On the second 路 day 路 they are told ' to jump into the deep-end just ' ' near the pole which the instructor is holding. When they go under they are to kick down in the water to come up. They then were told to go to the shallow end and try to swim across, some managed it while some didn't . Just before going down to change they are told to jump into the deep-end again . 路 l\llost of the people in that group learned to swim in about two days ~ Mr. Davies is a very good instructor. Raoul Naik Standard 9'

Kalhatti; Here We Come For the third time Grade 10 paid a visit to the Basel Mission Compound at Kalhatti. The staff who had the privilege (or punishment?) of accompany ing us were the entire Davies family, Miss Wagland and Mr. Kemp. The pastor from Union Church, Mr. Jenkins and his family also came for Friday night and Saturday morning. We went with great trepidation in ou r minds because of the tiger that was meant to be lurking in the area; however he did not pass our way.

49 The first night (Frid~y) we got very I ittle sleep as the ~illage~s· thought they would serenade us with their festival music. In spite bf this we .still had enough energy .to walk down to Kalhatti falls .and spend most of the day there. A mud and slime flin g ing fight (mud sure don't taste too good!) plus a good swim under the waterfal Is left us sunburnt, tired, and ready to g·et back to the house BUT. ........ fate was not on our side. Mrs. Davies-who had left earli~;ir-had the key to the Landrover-and we girls weren't about to walk up that ghat! So Alasdair Ferry was sent post-haste on his bike back to the . house to collect the key while Mr . Kemp and Mr . Davies tried starting the vehicle py other devious methods. Mea nwhile the boys started walking. . After half an hou r our kni ght in shining armour arrived back as if he had come straig'ht from the battle. · In no time, by some amazing feat, fourteen girls, two men, Alasdair and his bike were packed in th e Landrover ready to go. .. Finally arriving at our destination we dug il"'\tO a !orig-awaited and well e~ _rned ·te~_. Aft_ e r tea we set off dqwn the drive_to col lect'firewood for our camp fire that evening . We found a branch. that had been broken· off, and everyone le n t a hand in the cutting up and and carrying of it; although the boys' idea of he l pin~-removing some of the wood to play cricket with-differed slightly from tl'l'e girls'. · · · • Before supper Mr. Davies launched a very ene,·getic and indeed danger1 ous game ''Gauls and Romans". This resul_ted in many injuries, including Aster ix the indomitable Gaul sprainin g HER ankle.

. Sunday morni ng 'pr es-3 nted it self all to ") soon and this tim-a it was the school bus .that was packed to capacity. An hou r after it left the Landrover drew slowly away from the house, seeming as reluctant to leave as its occupants after the marvellous w ee kend. Hazel Smith and Carolyn Darrell Standard 10 . '::

·_A :Weekend At Shalom

;·,; .· · Altho~gh Hebron School has sold i t s junior compound in C.Q.ono_or, it has st-ill kept the beautiful I ittl e cotta ge n ear Lamb's Rock. The S;tandard ., Eleven boys were informed half way through the week that we were goi.ng to Shalom the comi ng weekend. Friday (February) soon dawned, and all ten boys that were going to Shalom were packed .and ready. As soon as the tea bell had rung, our buns were grabbed, our tea gul ped down, and all seven cyclists were ready to leave. Some of us had good racin g bikes, vvhereas other had hired 'Badaga' b'ikes. The three remai.ning members of the party, along with Mrs. Wallis and the children, went down in our ·old schooi bus. Mr. Wallis however proceeded on his scooter.

50 The ride down to Coonoor was an experience indeed, and it didn't take us long to get to Upper Coonoor, although there were some horrible tiring uphill parts here and there. All of us got to the old Junior Hebron without any problem, and we all knew that we had to take the Dolphin's Nose turning. The road past Junior Hebron want through beautiful forests, and thenthrough tea from time to time. When through tea, beautiful views of Metty awaited us. However, we all made a mistake, and that was, we forgot to take the Lamb's Rock turning, and although wa were all strung OLlt along the road, we all went to Dolphin's Nose, which was five kilometres past Lamb's Rock. When we had realised our mistake, we were very disheartend, as it was getting dark, and the way back was all uphill. Eventually we reached Shalom two and a half hours late, and in the dark. We had 路covered about forty-five kilometres on cycles and on foot. The result was that we were dog tired, famished and thirsty. Luckily there was plenty of food and drink, and so we did survive. That night, quite a few of us slept outside, or in a tent, or in the case of the indoor type, inside. It was very pleasant sleeping outside, and we were lucky to have such fine weather. It was not until Saturday morning, that I experienced the beauty of our situation. I was woken up by a noise that sounded like a machine gun firing. I later discovered that it was the woodpeckers in the surroundihg fo~est. I managed to see them later on in the day, and they were beautiful birds, with attractive orange plumes on their heads. Later in the day, Mr. Wallis our expert naturalist also showed us "the biggest Malabar squirrels" he had ever seen. They were beautiful animals, which were as big as monkeys, but with large red and brown bushy tails. They literally jumped from tree to tree; The morning was very misty to start with, and the mist crept up the hill side, depriving us of the magnificent views down onto the plains: This however didn't prevent us from going up to Lamb's Rock, and exploring the area. Not surprisingly, we came across a beautiful river, with banks covered with tropical forests, so thick as to be almost completely hidden from the sun. We also came across one or two more points, which held magnificent views of the plains. From a cliff right next to the cottage, was in fact the best view point, with the whole ghat road in view, as well as the plains. It hardly seemed as if we were some five thousand feet above Metty below us. The camp itself, was comoletely surrounded by forest, but had tea bushes on one side of it. The cottage was very small, with a sitting room, and a small hall with a kerosene cooker in it, which acted as the kitchen. Then, there was another room, which had a bunk bed, for the Wall is children. The sitting room window held a clear view of Metty which looked like a glittering star at night.

51 We had no electricity, but kerosene lamps served our purpose. There was no ready water supply, but a nearby stream solved that problem. I hear that the school is spending some money on the place, bettering the facilities. There was no toilet, and this was made by digging a trench. We took no servants, and we didn't need them as we had excellent food, prepared by our Paris trained chef, Monsieur Wallis . After a heavy and filling lunch on Saturday morning, some of us decided to go for a swim at the old Junior Hebron swimming pool. We rode there, finding to our dismay, that the pool was empty. Because of this, some of us rode into Coonoor, and had a good time there. That evening was a fairly quiet one, and we al I went to bed tired, after another mobile day. The next morning, we had to wake up by 7-45, and one member of our party found himself and sleeping bag, in some tea bushes, and so began the day by studying tea . I'm sure he learnt the structure of the tea bush in great detail. There was of course the Book-worm of the group, who managed to get through an extremely boring looking Biology book in the course of our stay. As we had to get back to Church on Sunday morning , we were dropped by the school bus at Coonoor bus station. From there we caught a bus up to Ooty, and after a quick change into our Sunday clothes, we dashed off to Church, and were there well in time. So ended a most superb and enjoyable weekend, which we all wished had never ended. Karan F. Bilimoria Standard 11

Coonoor Thanksgiving Service At Union Church, Coonoor, on Sunday 20th November 1977, a special thanksgiving service was held at which the church thanked the Lord for His blessing and protection over Hebron through the years since the school was founded in Coonoor in 1899. The church was crowded with the usual congregation swelled by parents, representative staff and pupils from the Senior School in Ootacamund and others including Miss Mary Mcdonald who was on the Hebron staff for a number of years. Mr R. H. Bissell, a Hebron Council Member, gave an interesting review of Hebron's history and in the course of his address read a letter from Miss Hall, in which she expressed her gratitude for all that the fellowship at Union Church, Coonoo_ r , had meant to Hebron over the years. Appropriately,.singing proved a notable feature of the service; A small choir of Senior Gi1 Is who had travelled down from Ooty for the day, sang Kurt Kaiser and Ralph Carmichael's arrangement of Psalm 121, and then Standard Six sang 路o What a Gift'. The staff of Hebron also sang, to the accompaniment of flute, violin, tambourine and piano, 'Let All the People Praise Thee:'

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an era, was promised great bles.s_ings in their God who . remained Eternal, UnchaPging and Almighty. As Hebron, and the Church, also faced the ' end of an era, they too could take coura ge in the Lord, and know His Protection, His supply, His refreshi r g and His victory in the days ahead.

, Hebron Junior School,, Coonoor Carols and Thanksgiving Service 21-1 1-77 Deo Supremo - The School Opening Prayer and welcome: Mr. G: E. Pain, Hea.d o( Junior School Congregational Carol - Angels from the realms of Glory. No. 1 (French) 4. Choral speaking - Isaiah. Chapter 9 verse 6 & 7. Standard 6 5. Song - How far is it Bethlehem? (English Trad.) Standards 1 & 2 6. Choral speaking - Micah. Chapter ·5 verses 2 & 4: Standard 5 7. The Virgin Mary had a baby boy. - School (West lndia,n) 8. Choral speaking - Matthew 4. verses 1 - 5. Standard 4 9. Tamil Carol - The Servants 10. Congregational Carol - We three Kings, (Solo verse 2, 3 & 4) 11. Song - Little Jesus Sweetly Sleep. (Czech) Standard 3 12: Recorders - Standard 6. In Dulci Jubilo and The First Noel 13. Songs - Lodging I beg you (Maxican) Standard 4 . 14. Stille Nacht (German) The School 15. Song - Sheph.e rds have left their sheep. (English 'Trad.) Standard '5 ·· 16: Poem - Christmas Bells. Standard 3 ·, 17. Songs - Child for the World II est nee - Le .divin Enfant (French) Standard 6 ·Ii 18. Congregational ·carol - 0 Little town .of Bethlehem. (English Trad) Solo - verse 3 19:· Reading-'-- Psalm 100 - Mr. J. C. lngleby .: Principal, Hebron School 20. Great is Thy faithfulness - The School 21. Address~ Mr. 'J. H. Martin---:- Chairman, Hebron School Council 22. Congregational Hymn - Now thank we all Our God.

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Cl.osing Prayer-:- Pastor J. D. Youngman. (Mr. G; A. ·wallis stood in for both Mr. Pain and Mr. lng!eby. who were unable attend_the ~ervice.~

Changes in Hebron School _ 1978 . .路 , 路 We were a day late; one working day at school was already past, when our taxi halted at 'the bottom of the drive. The new school-bus that came rumbling down was not totally new to us as the school had acquired it the term before. One chang~ we expected wasn't done - the driveway was still its same old ' stony self with mounds of sand and gravel heaped beside it at regular intervals. Everythinu else seemed much the same but wheri we started turning the final corner, warning signs cautioned us to slow down: Then the reason for this came into sight - I ittle children running, jumping, and playing al I over the compound. There was even a swing-type barrier on the corner leading to the hospital for this same reason. These children were, by far, the biggest change in the school. Their recess and class bells cause plenty of confusion to us older students. The midday meal is done in two .s ittings, the same arrangement as for church services, on Sunday mornings and assembly every morning except Monday. To cater. for the new population, the new buildings, which had been going up for' several months we1e completely furnished to such a degree as to .arouse envy from some of the older students. To keep the children in control came a formidable army of unfamiliar staff patrolling the compound. Strange masters, matrons, cooks and teachers were hurrying back and forth keeping track of th~ I ittle ones as wel I as sorting out their problems. Most of these staff were' j'ust transferred from the "lower" school but there were a few. new -Ones as wel I. To ease the flow of communications, several wall-mounted brightly col.oured telephones were strategically placed around the school. Other changes included the newly painted black-boards, and the green-house's colour changed appropriately, to green-and flood-lights for the basket ball court. 路 The servants were almost all new, as shown by their confused looks when we asked them something. But the biggest shock came for the senior boys who now have no servants and have to clean, sweep, and polish the floors and do various other chores themselves. But basically, the school has remained what it always was-a centre for learning, hard work and fun. The changes which have taken place were for 1he well-being of the students and I hope it wi fl stay that way. Kevin Perera Standard 11 A SENIOR'S EXPERIENCE 'Now. some people are going to be scared of you as seniors,' Mr. T-P. was saying, 'so don't let them go bumping into your knee-cap.' He turned .a.r ound and s~ared at me. Everyone was saying . 'Chandy!' I felt my ful I four

54 feet eight and was duly proud. But I felt happy anyway. It was the end of term. The bell rang. I departed with the rest still giving me accusing looks. It was the first day of the new term. I had only one feeling about .the new school路. It wouldn't work. 'I mean, it'll be so crowded. Y' know, little kids all over the place and everything. The new lunch system simply won't be good enough. Just wait. Don't you agree?' I was talking excitedly to Senthil, who funnily enough did not seem to be paying attention. My suspicions were confirmed when he gave no answar. 'Well, don't you think so?' I repeated. 'What?' 'Oh, forget it, 'I said.路 We branched off to another topic. We were swatting miserably when suddenly a faint tinkling and then a stronger dong was heard. The class rushed out I ike a crowd in mass hysteria. 'Saved by the bell, 'I said very humoro1t1sly to Senthil. 'Yea,' he said. He found nothing even faintly amusing about the sentence. Neither did anyone else. I shut up. We went to the dining room. After sorting out the muddle of who was to sit at which table, we said grace and sat down. Disappointment. No juniors still gulping down their pudding. No filthy dishes. I devoured the edibles (and unedibles) and left. 路 It was nearly prep. time and I had just come up from路 the .classroom block with my books, which I had forgotten to collect previously. I walked up slowly, very let down. Lunch times worked. The school wasn't crowded. And no one had bumped into my knee-cap. The bell for prep. gonged loudly. I started running down. I didn't see the little boy running down. POW! My pencil box went flying onto the grass its contents strewn all over the place. My Geog. book made a fly for the drain: My History and Science books went in opposite directions. And then I made the startling revelation. As he was charging buffalo-style, he had bumped 'my

knee cap! :} (; ; I looked at my Geography book soaking in the drain. I saw my History book, open in the dirt at my latest drawing. I saw my Science book, in the middle of a most inaccessible bush. '

'Thank you,' I said. The little boy went away tapping his head. ,Chandy John Standard Eight

55 A JUNIOR VIEWPOINT I have arrived safely at school and I am having great fun. I think it is realy much nicer here I thought it was much nicer in Coonoor than here but now I have changed my mind, because our class room is much nicer and bigger than tha one in Coonoor and our dorms are nicer as well. The hot water comes out of the taps instead of buci<ets so it is much hotter and there are hot and cold showers as well. It is my bath this evening so I am looking forward to it. Richard Hooker Standard Six

l'he l'arring of Hebron School Drive The road roller which we so urgently needed, arrived after dark on Friday, 17 March 1978. With Mr Davies assisted by Mr Martin and Mr Kemp replacing the usual contractor, work began the following morning . The drive was in a really bad state and needed tarring as soon as possible, as vehicles running on it were deteriorating rapidly-and so were relationships with their owners! In August, 1977, the drive had been macadamised but the heavy rain since then had caused considerable erosion: The surface therefore had to be patched up before the tar sealing be gan. This tar sealing process called for a thick layer of tar and gravel being laid and raked over, before being pressed down by the road roller. Then it was finished off with another layer of sand and tar to give a smooth surface to the drive. Coolies and students were kept busy making the fires and carrying sand and gravel. Because we had the roller for a limited period only, work continued on into the night, by the light of lanterns and the headlights of school vehicles. The drive was to be finished by W 3dn0sday morning, but when it became clear that this would not be possible, Mr lngleby made a phone call to the road roller owners, Malayalam Plantations Limited, and secured the roller for another day. All helped as they could, juniors and seniors, staff and students. At one stage firewood was caaied down to the end of the drive by our suitclad principal. By Wednesday morning the end was in sight: the tar seal reached Lushington Hall gates and was within yards of the finish-Government Gardens gate. John Lawrence Standard Eleven Editor's Note Mr Davies particularly requested that staff and students be thanked for their magnificent effort.

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What is heaven like? Everlasting food and water. I wood love to see heaven. With all the jewels. I wood like to see God and Angels. It wood bee lovely. John McKenzie Standard Two heaven is beautiful. The angels sing songs. everyone is happy with Jesus. There will be no fi ghtin g Waterfall in the pool. I will go swimmin g in it. There will be lots of food in heav~n and a big beautiful gard~ns and in the gardens the re will be animals and birds in heaven. The people will be ve ry happy.. Jesus is shining . Th~ gard.e ns has .some flowers in it. . · Tami M its'umori Standard Two like Heaven it is nice in Heaven I like to see the an gels wi'th .brit wings. It is hard to see them with there wings. I I ike to see the thron that Go.d .sits on. it is to brit to see the throne the children is happy at Heaven. Rinnes Brown Standa r d Twc

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'Jhe 1?unaway 'Jrain One day when I was driving my train out of the station I came to Ooty becasue I wanted to go to Lushington Hall and look at it bi!t I forgot that I was dt iving a train and I fell fast asleep and then The train changed tracks and went on the wrong track and soon came to a civer and the train ran over a stone and went bump and I woke up and remembered that I was in a train. then I saw the river and pulled the brakes but they did not work and The train started going backwards and all the people saw the train coming backwards and put a heavy stone there and it stoped .' Chitra Jaswanthkumar Standard Two

A 'l9isit irom a Womble One day a Womble called TOBERMORY came said why have you came here we have came to tidy we live in the play-ground but what do you do with in are hole and put it on the walls and They Christmas day They gave the gold to Mr. lngleby . I liked to play with them

in are classroom and we up and where do you live the paper we pat the paper found some gold and on Judith Porter Stan.dard Two

Christmas Santa Claus is coming tonight, With all the stars giving him light, To give you presents for Christmas DayAll the presents will be bright and gay. When Santa When Santa

all boys and girls have shut their eyes, Claus will come inside. al I the Christmas trees are alight, Claus will come into, sight.

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58 Once upon a tim9 Father Christmas and his elves were putting all sorts of toys in a big sack. When it was all ready Father Christmas got into his sledge and flew over the houses. Then he came to a house and he stopped on the roof. Then he climbed out of the sledge and took his sack and went down the chimney, and when he got to the bottom he walked to the mantleshelf and put some toys in the stockings. Then he went up the chimney anc;I got into his sledge and away he went. Then he came down to another house. He stopped on the roof. Then he climbed out of the sledge and went down the chimney. When he got to the bottom he saw a I ittle kitten. He said what a nice Kitten. He picked the kitten up and he said what is wrong the kitten said they dont want me any more. So Father Christmas took the kitten home. Melinda Webb Standard Three Before Christ!'Tlas we put a cake out for father Christmas and when it was Christmas the cake was stil I there and there was a pap~r saying I am too fat to eat this cake. Michelle Meadows Standard Three On Christmas Eve in Fairy land the Queen was going to have a party. So she got al I the royal cooks together and said My Granny is coming for the party. She said that she wanted it to be exter special, so all Day Bake Bake Clang Boom Boom . People where decorating the palace. There where maids all over the place. There where maids in the bathroom and bedroom there were maids in the kitchen maids evry where you could think of. And you could hear the cooks go chatter chatter like chipmunks. At the end of the day which was Christmas Eve there was a huge cnke. And there were Lovely chocklate Biscuits there were presents and a Christmas tree. There were stockings for everyone. Then all was silent . The next mo;ning everyone was awake ucksept the queen. The cooks where making the special royal breakfast. After the Breakfast was ready the Queen woke up and she got up straight-a-way and got dressed. Then she ran down to the dining room to eat the breakfast. She gobbled it up and then the opened al I the presnts and found a new pair or wings. After lunch the Queen's Granny came. She had a huge parcle raped up in buitiful paper. That night they all had a lovely party aspecialy the Queens Granny. Sharon Hawthorne Standard Three Once upon a time there was a man called Father Christmas. This is what carol he sang . We three kings of Orient are, one in a taxi, one in a car, one on a scooter blowing his hooter smoking a rubber cigar. He was packing as he sang. Can you gess what he was packing. He was packing toys for boys and girls. Things like dolls, cars, books, bears, dogs, Christmas cards. Out-side Dick the Reindeer was with the sledga of toys. Then away he went over the snow to the first house where Jack and Jill lived. Andrew Wainwright Standard Three

Our '}amity My Daddy works on a farm and he is going to make a sil_k farm and my Mummy washes the plates and tidies the room and my baby brother Just when he sees the milke he wants it that's why he runs for the milke and If he dosent get it he will cry . Nobuo Mitsumori Standard Three · .

:lhe 'Bad Dream One ni ght I had a bad dream, This is what I dreamt . One day I was walking in a forest . I knew! would have to protect myself, so I took a rifle and a pistol and a dagger . Suddenly I saw a doo r, so I went in to get a drink but as I entered a lion ..,ounced on me but I dodged it then I got shot in the back then I get up and found that I was not dead so I went to sleep again. · · Nicholas Scott Standard Three

Pirates · · '. Once ~po.n a time Melinda and I went to the African Islands. The Africans ' caught some of our friends and Malinda and I tiad to. jump into the water . One caught Philip and put him in the cooking pot. M e linda and I were very sad because he was our helper Dragon fish were all over the sea. Two oirates were di gging gold. Nobu was one of the Africans with a bone in his nose. It was such a long nose that the dra gon fish bit it off. Melanie McMaster Standard Three

'Inv ':J.lolidays In the holidays me and my family went to the Maldives. We stayed on a island called Bandos. it was very nice. I and my family did a lot of swimming. We got very brown. My mummy and my sister and I went snorkelling. We saw lot of pretty coral . Then we went on and behind a lovely bit of coral we saw a lovly red star fish. We went on l ots of motor boats. We found lots of shel l s. Melinda Webb St andard Three

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I'm a little teapot People make tea in me It hurts my poor boddy Brewing bubbling boiling Tea leaves in me Help help cry the tea leaves in the pot The tea leaves are shouting Dancing whistling and screaming . 路 Inside me the fire gets coler. Until it is gone People put me into their cup Drink me till I'm gone. Annakaethi Staehelin Standard Four I'm a little teapot Fifteen years old Singing on the foe All the day long. Some tirries in the cuboard. Waiting for work. When I am working I shout Whistle and scream. The dark tea Starts bubbling and boiling Tea leaves dancing laughing All ten minutes long. Andreas Polster Standard Four

flrain 3ourntys I hate train journeys it's junk you sit on hacd wooden seats and berths If you go to bed you get to a station and everyl:ody wakes you up and you go back to sleep it's all Dusty and Dirty and there noisy and awful and all the Beggars come and start saying ma ma ma ma and pestering you the 路best part is when it comes to an end. Pramod John Standard Four

61 When you are in a train you feel hot and uncomfortable And when you go to sleep and come to a station you see all the people staring at you from the windows and when you get of the floor with no shoes on you can feel the dir t under your feet. The buncks are made out on wood but in first class the buncks are made of cusoins some time when your sleeping you get woken up from the tea and coffe sellers. And baggers come and say Ma Ma paise Ma and you say go away. Christine Timm Standard Four It ' s all dir t y and dusty and the bunks are green and hard . When you t ravel at higl'lt yeu get to sleep easily because of cl ickety clack In the morning you get woken up at the stations because of all the beggars and sel la rs. And sometimes at stations you get off to get starts moving and you have to run aftet it.

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Suckin!J a Swett The Flavour is orange and it is delicious., H 路is roun d and it is like sucking a big ball, I I ike letting the flavour sprel:ld through .my mouth, it is superb ar>d gorerous, it feels lovely and fuzzy, I like f eeHng my teeth digging into it, I also like feeling myself crunching it. 路 Alistair Reid-Thomas Standard Four

Stormy Sta I won ' t go down to the beach today. The waves are lashing ag'ainst the rocks. l'' m grad nn not going to get swallowed u:p ib楼 those te'.rrible Jaws of the crashing sea. The stones are rolling about . The sea is I ike some wavey hair m0vin9 -a.bout in the wind. like some "jaws cra路s'hing away Sarah Butterworth Standard Four Foamy white h its t he rocks Lashing bashing mashing up every thing Ships falling to pieces every second Waves crashing on every thing A stormy sea . Rebecca Jacob Standard Four

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He has very big tears, And twice as big are his ears Bigger still his two hind-feet, But biggest of all how much he eats. Justin Locke Standard Five

7ny Vog. 1 have a dog As ugly as a hog_ 1t is like a bulldog. I take it for walks Along the beach And it gets mad at the dogs She can't reach But I still like her all the same Even if she is not all that tame But when she has eaten a meal 路 You can feel That she is f ul I For her tummy stays puffed all night.

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7ny 'next Door. 'ltti9hbou1's Cat She's vicious that next door neybour's cat, She steals too much and is much too fat. She's a bad tempered cat; And tough little brat; She's a very wild beast, . And as cunning as a lion with prey.

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<Juy 1-awkes The fire is blazing The crakers are hissing. All is crackling And whooshing and whizzing. The rockets are flashing And burning bright. Al I is banging As if ready for a fight. Marion Ray Standard Five

A Walk Along Camb' s Rock Road We have just been for a walk along Lamb's Rock Road. We went along the road for a bit when we saw a lovely waterfall. We went farther along the road and it was a bit dark because there were trees everywhere and I saw a lovely dark green and dark blue colour bird. It was beautiful and cool under those trees. We went a little bit further and we were in the '" pen air. I saw some tea bushes arid on top of the tea bushes there was a forest. We also saw tea pickers and one of them shouted to us but we could not hear what he was saying. When we went a bit further we saw trees with orange moss. We also saw tiger hill and the road that goes around it. I also saw a teafactory and I heard some machines too. After that we went back. Seema Khemka Standard Five

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Colonel Cook and Captain Johnston w0re looking around a rocket which was going to go to the Moon. Suddenly the rocket door was slammed shut and it automatically locked. Cook groped for the door switch but he accidentally hit the starting switch and the rocket went off. Some days iater they landed on the Moon. They got of the rocket into a small crater. Then Johnston found out it was not a crater but a huge footprint. Then they heard a roar and Johnston looked around and said "Hey a giant cheetah, run," They ran and took refuge in the rocket. Luckily when the creature attacked the rocket the rocket didn't break. They threw a grenade at it the cheetah caught it in his mouth and swallowed it. The grenade had little effect on him. Then they got a big bomb and when the cheetah started to go away they somehow rolled the bomb after him. The cheetah then ate up the bomb as before. When the bomb exploded the cheetah exploded. Then suddenly they saw another huge cheetah coming up. They ran for it but the cheetah killed Johnston. Cook then was about to take off and go when the cheetah charged at the rocket. He got off just as t路he

64 cheetah charged under, and the hot air and fire coming from the rocket killed the cheetah. Cook was about a mile above the Indian Ocean when the capsule crumbled. He came down in the middle of the sea. Luckily a ship picked him up. He told his story and he went home. ·· Gordon McNeilly Standard Five

Surprise I daren't look behind me. With The footsteps seem to come closer. fear inside, and straining to hear every sound, I look straight ahead, and walk on determinedly for about three minutes. Then I heard a noise again. I stopped and I istened for a second or two and heard nothing. I decided that if these noises went on much longer I would go back to the people I was staying with. I walked on and heard no more noises for about twenty minutes. By that time I had reached the fair ground and a.II was quiet and still. I looked around and saw nothing except for the remains of an old fire, stamped down and left lying about. I walked about a bit and then decided it was time to go home as it was ten p. m. Before I went. I thought it might be nice to sit down for a bit and drink the hot cocoa that I had brought in my thermos. I sat down on a large-ish stone and began to pour out my cocoa; The smel I that rose from the flask made me hurry in pouring it out. I poured it out, steaming in my cup. I licked my lips and sipped. Mmmmmm! It was lovely. I drank it up and was just about to pour myself another cup when suddenly two strong arms which felt I ike steel gripped me. I rolled over, my boiling hot cocoa spilled on my leg, making me scream in pain. I yelled and a strong hand went over my mouth. I tried to bite my captor's hand but missed. I tried again and got him in the centre of his palm. He gasped and tried to stifle a yell of pain. I struggled and tried to get away but he was too quick for me.- A moment later a gag went over my mouth and my hands and legs were securely tied. There I lay ~russed up like a chicken. I was just starting to wonder what to do when I felt a terrible blow on the head. I lay there unconscious until I don't know how much later I woke up with a terrible ache in my head. A police inspector stood towering over me as a detective in plain clothes told him all about how he caught me. I was untied and taken to a chair. There I was asked questions and accused of murder. Later on that night after long arguments and discussions it wa:s found that they had mistaken me for a murderer. The detective said he was sorry· and 1 said it was alright. He told me that if I chose to try out. my teeth on, him again would r please warn him. And I asked him if J. could: have a lesson on tying knots. So that was the end and a few weeks later they c~ught the real culprit. Janet. Reid• Thomas . · · : Standard She

'JCidnapptd Luke Robinson, the son of a rich landlord is asleep in his bedroom one night . There are two people at the bottom of his window talking in low whispers, planning to kidnap him. They bring a ladder climb up and in through the window. They walk over to his bed and tie a cloth round his mouth so he cannot shout for help. He is taken in a car to the next town and is held for ransom. The parents have to pay six thousand pounds to get him back but Luke is a clever boy and soon sees a chance to escape. He escapes out of the house and the kidnappers pursue him . Luke hides behind bushes . After chasing him for a long time the kidnappers give up. He takes a cab back to ~his toyvn. Lu~e's parents rejoice when they find he is safe . The next day the police trace the kidnappers with Luke ' s help, they are found and put into jail. Rohan de Silva Standard Six

拢:.ikts And Vislikts I I ike far away mountains and greeny blue sea, Delicious chocolates and buzzing bees, A pretty dress that's made of silk, Tiny white snow flakes, and chocolate milk. I don't I ike the sound of barking dogs, Or people eating. Or a letter with news that ' s sad, Or matron catching me doing something bad. I I ike the dog when I go back home, But I don't I ike cleaning my brush and comb, Ice cream and cake are some of my likes, But J don't I ike fal I ing from steps and bikes. I like the moment when school is through But I don't I ike the chores that 1 must do, I don't like the noise of a machine gun But I I ike the moment when hols. have begun. Elizabeth Jacob 路 Standard Six

'Joolsltps 'Jollowing, The footsteps seem to come close. I daren't look behind me . With fear inside, and straining to hear every sound, I looked straight ahead and walked on determinedly. It was time to go back but how could I walk with someone following me? 路

66 I had come for a holiday with my aunt and uncle. They had three children so I would have plenty of company, but this time I was alone. I could stand it no longer. I broke into a run. So did the footsteps. My imagination started showing all the Monsters that could be following me. Sometimes I saw a fat hairy thing with long legs, and sometimes a thin .one, with leathery skin and muscles enough to knock someone out with .a tap . I grew tired. At last I came to th e top of the hil I thinking about the footsteps . What if mo n sters liked eating ten year old girls? I came toa place where a path divided . I stood there wondering which path to take. Behin -J me a voice boomed, 'Go left . ' I meekly obeyed. I ran as fast as I could. The footsteps followed. How was I supposed to get home now? Suddenly I stopped for there was my uncle's house . I turned round and burst out laughing for behind me was-Belinda my thirteen year old cousin. She was grinning. We both went into the house. 路 Elizabeth Main Standard Six

1nr. 'Ito body Who was that who spilt milk on the floor? Neither Mummy or Daddy or Auntie saw. It might have been the familiar he Of course, it was Mr. Nobody. Who did not wipe his feet on the mat? Who half strangled our big black cat? Who ripped up our Monopoly? Don't you see? Mr. Nobody. After all, if it wasn't you or me And it wasn't Mummy, Daddy or Auntie, And it COULDN'T have been a he or a she, Then it MUST have been Mr. Nobody. Jonathan Shead Standard Six

1nonday Blues I woke up on a Monday And everything went wrong; My bad luck started at seven a. m. And went on all day long. It started when I was searching for My chappal under my bed, A n d when I finally found it, I got up and banged my head. I spilt my milk into my beansAnd if you think that's sad You should have tasted my milky beans, They rea fly tasted bad.

67 At lunch. my friends, It was really grim For I was in a hurry. I choked and coughed and coughed and choked Ove( my rice and curry. Elizabeth Jacob Standard Six

Dwarf 111ountains of the 11orth Underneath the mountain steep Where dwarfs go digging, Much wealth to meet, Where dragons are I iving; Much sweat is dripping From every true dwarf's brow. Underneath the mountain steep Where tunnels are winding, Worms their death do meet Where jewels are glittering; Eery cries are echoing From every great cavern deep. Richard Hooker Standard Six

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I lotht my teeth on Thaturday, I lot ht them in the rain. Now my e'th I can't thay Tho I hope to get them back again. When Thimon thitth under the thycamore tree And I thay, 'Thimon, hello,' He'th going t o be rather thurprithed with me For my teeth are mi thing and he doethn't know. Jonathan Shead (Thead?) Standard Six

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68 So give it all to Him He'll take away your sin. Jesus your mind· will tel ieve . Real peace you will receive. Elizabeth Main Standard Six

1ti!1hf. Night is cool Still and silent night is a black shadow over earth's crust but by day it disappears . Mark Brannan Standard Seven

Jsabel Isabel met a big. strong lion, But Isabel thought herself of iron. ·The lion was skinny and tough and hungry, Its skin was rough and very bumpy. "Bit too late, •·the lion roared, "Cos ya gonna be no more." Isabel, Isabel, did·not worry. Isabel did not scream or scurry. She picked the lion up by its paws And knocked it against a building's walls, Daniel Yeomans Standard Seven It was a house They said was hauntedAn old relic of the past. Its windows yawned And cried for help. I thought it was pretty, And beautiful too. A tramps' hotelFree lodging for them- · The curtainless windows And the ivy too, It ran up the side And on to the roof This house was called 'The Ivies'. Michael Parmar Standard Seven

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'What's up? Tut tut! 'asked Andrew, who saw me going into the office. 'Oh, sorry, I wanted to go to the dining room, 'replied Karan. The firemen were at work and they had a lot to do. Jimmy Carter was in the building too and nobody knew-except the government who had no idea he was in trouble. I was up in the office next to J. Carter's room. 1t was the only other room as he had the whole floor for himself and his family. 'what are you doing, Karan, standing in the dining room doing nothing? asked a prefect. I went out. Ring, ring. What's that? I looked out of the window and got a terrific shock as I saw a fire engine under us putting out a fire in the middle of the building. I went to Mr. Carter's room and found his family was out at a show or something. I told him about the fire and we immediately went down. I knew Mr Carter would find seventy floors a long way to walk, but that was the only way. Mr. T-P. shouted, 'Where are you off to now?' I went to my position and tried to concentrate on the ball. Down I went with Mr Carter, fairly quickly as we didn't want to get stuck, unable to get down. Then we got to the fire and the only thing I could do was to go down a twisted bannister and then jump about seven feet to the ground. f helped Mr Carter and he needed my help and we both got down safely. Everyone praised me and Carter gave lots of money for it but on the other hand: 'Fool! Keran! There was an easy goal there . Fool!' shouted Andy, Karan Turakhia Standard Seven

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Galloping I ike the wind, his white mane flowing, Over the hillside, going, still going, Eyes that glitter like jewels in the night, Steaming nostrils, a desperate flight, Ears back, muscles bounding, Now a frightened whinny, through the woods resounding.

70 Tail swishing, lashing the air, Moon glistens on his snow-white hair; Horse swallowed into the black, He's gone for ever. He'll never come back. Fiona Ferry Standard Seven

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1938 ......... It was a calm night, and I was going for a walk in the park. Suddenly, just behind a big bush, I heard a thud. Whipping out a pocket torch I flashed it behind the bush just in time to see a man lift a big heavy club. Seeing me arrive he threw the club at me and ran. A bit baffled, I looked to see what he was hitting. To my amazement I saw it was a man! I contemplated going after the assailant, but decided to stay and help the victim . But before I could make a move a policeman came up. Seeing the club (which I had caught in my hand) , he naturally took everything for granted and deftly t\!lfisted the club out of my hand and knocked me down. Then he quickly ascertained that the victim was dead. "I arrest you in the name of the law, for murder", he said. Now until then I never realised that it would obviously be pinned on me so I can say that I looked genuinely flabbergasted. But anyway, I fol lowed the bobby in a sort of dream. Our objective was a small suburban Police Station where I was put in a small cell for the night. Whatever I did I could not sleep which is of course, understandable. I was, in fact, in a rage, so instead of sleeping I cast around for some means of escape. But there was nothing doing, so I just sat with my head in my hands waiting for dawn and thinking about who the real murderer could have been . I resolved that whenever I had the chance I would do mv best to escape. Soon after dawn tha cell door opened revealing a policeman and two others armed with rifles. I was then bustled of'f into a van and put in the back with the two guards. The van started up and raced off. Just then I saw no hope with two big men on either side of me armed to the teeth, but then the van gave a lurch and skidded badly so that we were travellin g sideways! By the hand of God it was near some roadworks so we crashed into some big machine and turned over. Again the grace of God saved me from being knocked unconscious. I soon saw that both guards were either dead or unconscious, so crouching down I went over to one. He was dead. I quickly stripped off his clothes and put him into mine. His face was horribly 'wrecked', so no one would be able to recognise him. I threw his cap and weapons aside, to let the pol ice deduce what they I iked about what happened to the guard.

71 After walking some way I managed to hitch a lift in a car. Luckily the driver didn't ask many questions about my strange clothing because that could have been awkward . Now so far I haven't informed the reader that I am a Captain in the army and because of my foolishness I didn't try and tell the police-not that it would do much good anyway. But now that I was in London I thought it would be worth it to ask my C. 0. to vouch for me. But on the other hand, I hadn't been in the army long so that wouldn't be much good. In the end I decided to buy a new suit of clothing and catch the first 91ane to Liverpool and that is what I did. Because of the lucky coincidence I had just been to the bank before that fateful walk in the park so I had enough 111oney to keep me going. I was beginning to plan ahead when the World War II broke out so I decided to go back to London and report for duty. I thought that this deed .would impress the police but this was not necessary because the murderer had been found when he murmured about it in unconsciousness after a bomb raid. So in the end everything was alright . . But as a matter of interest, I really did have the pol ice baffled with my clever escapade. Alan Martin Standard Eight

':laking Part in 1nimt As soon as I got off the bus from Selborne I was told to go down to th~ audio-visual room where everyone else was gathered. We practised our song which was to introduce the mimes, and then in groups of three or four we filed into the Geography room where Mrs. T-P., Mrs Wallis and Mr Shipsides piled make-up on our faces. Someone gave me a scarf whi ch I hun g around my neck. The orchestra finished playing and then as quietly but as quickly as possible we walked onto the stage. We didn't know how big the audience was and I didn't really care. I wasn't at all nervous because I knew my part and knew that I could do it. Everyone was as quiet as a mouse-at least we were supposed to be! When the second cymbals clashed I tied my scarf around my face so that it covered my mouth and nose-and my rouge. I did a kind of jump onto the stage and pulled the Good Samaritan down and pulled off his shoe, flung it away and went back to my place. After the parables were over 1 gave my scarf to the owner and went to the back of the hall, sat by my friend and ate ice-cream. Rachel Tyman Standard Eight

·'Davdttaming in Class Miss X (no names revealed) was droning on about Henry the Eight's .seventeenth wife and her children. I was plainly bored. However, being an experienced veteran of the aforesaid lady's classes, I stared at her, looking most interested. I once in a while listened, answered a few perfunctory questions and deceived her fully. . Somehow I had a feeling of inner guilt. I tried to appease it by reason. Look, I said to myself, shifting a bit, I know it because she said it last week. Yet I still felt that awful guilt. Yo:u, said my conscience, are deceiving. r battled with that fact and suddenly-zap I I was blinded by a yellow shining oval in the sky • . Before I knew what was happening I saw before me a bewigged judge, with a most shockingly hawk-like profile. His long fingers were clasped on to his mallet. He had long fingernails, curved like talons. I looked across. There was a 1ury. f was in a court. The judge opened his chapped crooked mouth. "Mr. John, is it true that, during the class of Miss X you were deceitfully making the aforesaid believe that you were listening, when you were not?" The words came out slow and slurred with a most sinister ring.

f was about to stand up when J realised that r was already doing so. l tried to spaak but no words came out. I opened my mouth and would have spoken but when I reconsidered the question the words stuck in my throat. I pondered the question. The judge looked at me coldly.

"ls this true?"

My brain whizzed around.

I looked for my l'Swyer.

There was none.

"Excuse me", I said "may I consult my lawyer?" The judge gave me a most cynical smile." If you will rememl:Ser, ·Mr. John, you made a most -specific statement that you would ·have no lawyers' help." · The horrors of coming. only halfway through a dream suddenly dawned on me. · The judge tapped his fingers on his desk impatiently.~ Mr. John will you answer .the question?'~ he shout-ad; His voice had a tinge of temper. "Yes, your honour, I did, '' I said abstractedly. ple~se

guilt.

••Jury, you have heard him! After furious denials he has admitted his So, Mr. John you plead guilty."

73 I looked around for Miss X. She was not in the room. The whole thing's stupidity made me feel like laughing. I felt I would not be able to control it when suddenly like a visage of gloom, I understood the awful penalties of pleading guilty. The unspoken laughter froze on my lips. Yet there was no choice. "Yes, your honour-" "The Jury will decide your fate," said the judge coldly. I was scared. struck me.

Really scared.

None of the unreasonability of the crime

But something else did. A yellow blindinq flash, to be exact. The courtroom was black for a split second and then 1 had returned to the familiar ocean of desks and stern face of Miss X. "Have you been paying attention?" ''Yes, your honour." She gave me an icy glare and continued droning on. Chandy L. John Standard Eight I was tired that day, and as I was sitting in class in an English lesson my eyes drifted outside. The first thing I saw was a fairly small hill. It was in the distance and was a bluey colour. I imagined mys-3lf standing almost on the top of it ready to 'hang-glide' down. I had large transparent wings attached to me and I was strapped tightly underneath them. Below me was a wide expanse of open ground. Now was the time to do something I had never done before and had often dreamt about. I got tensed up and all excited. Before I knew where I was I had jumped off and was gliding slowly and steadily. I wa s relaxed an d I had nothing on my mind. I gradually got closer and closer to the g round . A minute later my feet were on solid ground. After gliding so freely it was a change to be on ground again. Then, suddenly I was awakened from my beautiful dream by a harsh, loud voice shouting at me to pay attention and to look inside. Sarah Tyman Standard Eight

An Amazing, Experience al the Vroog, The group of tourists, both Indian and forei g ners, left Ooty at 9a. m. They reached 'The Droog', quite tired, at noon. They were walking up the lonely path when people started disappearing. When they touched solid ground , after what seemed an eternity, they saw a fort with guards in odd uniforms . A guard gave the alarm on seeing them and forty soldiers rushed out to capture them. The "White" tourists were separated from the Indian ones and jostled along to a cliff.

74 There, a fat., ugly man came out of the fort; most of the tourists recognised him as Tippu Sultan. They all thought that they we re on the sets of a movie, but just then an English officer was being taken to the edge of the cliff where he was made to kneel in front of Tippu. As the officer was kneeling Tippu kicked him in the face and the officer fell off the cliffs ed ge. Tippu came towards the g roup of tourists and stared at them. Then he told the guards to put chains on the "white" tourists. The Indian tourists were taken to Ti ppu's qua rt ers. Next day at dawn they were take n to the cliff. Just as the first white tourist was being taken to the ed ge there was a flash and all the tourists were back on the path The chains on the foreigners turned to dust. They reached the ruined fort pile of dust at the bottom. In the the tourists tripped over a niound. a chest. In the chest there was a wearing five hours before .

and looked over the edge. There was a dungeons they found skeletons. One of Everyone dug into the mound and found gold ring-the same one that Tippu was Raoul Naik Standard Nina

:Jhc J)lanc 1ou:rncv What a wo.nderful invention the plane is! Fast, efficient, reliable, easy and comfortable. A plane is convenient for both the time of departure ancf the . time of arrival. Air travel is a really wonderful thing. Th is is my story to prove it. At five thirty in路 the morning on the twenty eighth of December last year I was ripped out of my sleep by Dad. "C'mon, get ready fast. We've got to go." ''Uh? What? Oh!" I said sleepily. "I don't know why the airlines schedule th<>ir flights at such unearthly hours!" We ate our breakfast and stumbled into the deserted stretch of Bombay, hauling my giant suitcase full of presents for my relatives in Germany. Not a taxi to be seen anywhere. We shuffled down the main road carryin g the suitcase. We finally got a taxi. The taxi crept in the direction of the airport. We finally reached there. As soon as we got out we found ourselves in the midst of hundreds of smelly, grubby looking porters, shouting "Sahl Sah! Here, Sah!" When the boot of the taxi '; was opened, they tore at the suitcase, all trying to grab it. It was a wonder that my aluminium-framed suitca~e did not fall apart. We waited hours at the check-in counter before anyone so much as realized there were some people waiting to be checked in,

75 As I gave my last wave to Dad from behind the customs and security barrier, the flight schedule board announcad that my flight had a four hours' delay. Now there I was, squ·aezed into the corner of th e miniscule waiting hall which had no more than twenty chairs in it, frittering and wasting the seconds that seemed like hours to me. Finally we were !et on the plane. That was a lot better than the waitinq room, because you could sit in a comfortable seat which was about a foot wide, knees squashed up so high against the seat in front of you that you could hardly i:-ut down the six inches by six inches of fold -up table, and have the luxury of the noon-time Bombay sun beating down on the standing plane. We stood for another hour. The air got fouler and fouler . Finally they put on the generators so that life-£:;iving air could wheeze through the air nozzle above. · At last the engines sta rted. We were on our way to the runway . The loudspeakers crackled. "We are sorry for the delay and the inconvenience it has caused you," said a very unapoloqetic sounding voice. "The flight to Frankfurt wi II take apprnximately ••. •.. " "Well, at least they'ra la vie!"

sorry.

C'est la vie. "I said to myself.

"C'est

Peter Wehmeier Standard Nine

The beggar sitting by th e road Touches my leg, his eyes up t urned, Pleading, sorrowful, accusing eyes. 'Ma! Ma!' The same old chant. The &ame old spot. The same old flies. Everyday he begs f:om me As I pass on my way to school. I look at him and see Outstretched to me the same old hands, The same old feet, The same old eyes Begging, begging, futile begging To earn a scanty I iving, To live; Just to live a beggar's life. Hazel Smith Standard Ten

· A Childhood

1nemorv ·

I didn't really hear any bullets, Or maybe I did But I didn't know anything was wrong Llhtll my apprehensive baby sitter Told me In her unpolished American accent 'If you go outside yer'll ger shot' And I, calm as all chit dren are, Could not fail to be disturbed When she added in a muttered whisper, 'If you stay in you'll get burnt.' I've never known whethet I was meant to hear that But even a kid knows when 'they have a baby sitter Who over-worries So it didn't really matter to me. All I knew was that I missed the hot summer sun And the sticky ice creams of the "Good Humor" manSurprisingly though~ I hadn't heard his bell But I figured ev~.Gdod Kunfot rn~n have to stay in sometimes. Anyway, inside wasn't all that boring, I had a new little brother But he was so small I was afraid I'd drop him And who would fancy a broken baby brother? Still, I had another one to talk to. Newspapers and tales of another· murder Were only things you tried your crayons out on, And only when we left In a car, in the night, And boarded a ship for England Did I find out that we had left Detroit •.••.. and the Great Detroit Riot. Grace John Standard Ten

A WeddinC} in the 3amily If there is one thing I have always dreaded, it is social family gatherings at home. The 'family' ranges from my aged grandparents to my mother's cousin's son's eldest cousin's youngest daughter. They are still part of the family, e"eryone says to me, and I wonder grimly whether my teacher is any relation. After coming back from Australia, I was quickly whisked into one of these affairs. It was the first of these gatherings I had ever been to that I can recall clearly, without a haze of other memories. My aunt was to be married and my cousin and I were appointed the rose water sprinkler and the betel leaf holder respectively. I thought this was extremely unfair as it was obviously much more fun to sprinkle (or even douche) rose water over people at the entrance than to give them betel nuts and leaves. They performed the wedding in the traditional Hindu manner. They would not let me sit with my father but pushed me over to the other side of the great hall, into the midst of cackling old women dressed in their best. One woman pulled me down roughly and told me not to make any noise. I sat up very straight, my dignity ruffled by her behaviour. However after a while 1 became bored so I looked up to see what was going on. My aunt and a man with very little hair sat in the front bedecked with jewels and garlands. A priest wearing only a dhoti sat facing them next to a fire muttering. His belly sagged out on the floor and I looked away. After what seemed an age I heard a great intake of breath as the newly weds began to feed each other. They kept on giggling in an affected way until this was over. Before I knew it, the newly weds were walking down the 'aisle' as people showered them with rice and blessings (or curses). The bride kept her head bowed in a fashion suitable for a modest maiden. r began throwing handfuls of rice into the air and picking it off the floor and throwing it again. Everyone stampeded to the door and I was left alone. But not for long. My grandmother propelled me to the door and gave me the woven basket of leaves and betel nut. I grimaced at my cousin across the entrance. Guests began drifting up and down with plates of food and I realised how hungry I was. I couldn't leave my place and the only person I knew around was my cousin who shared my predicament . My stomach had just resigned itself to its fate wh en I was suddenly propelled out of the temple and taken home. Everyone sat around like stuffed geese while I crept around to the kitchen to finish off the biriyani left over from tlie wedding lunch. Jo Kukathas Standard Teri

Westward lo Devon The day came at last In the, misty, wet beginnings of the morning Before the burnished bronze of the sun had struggled clear of its cloudy rest and risenGolden over sculptured seas. It was at that time that my eyes first opened And I rubbed, chasing sleep from them, Shaking my tousled head in effort to awake. Just then the door creaked wide- frigidlyAnd a face peered round at me, my sleepy self. And voice boomed in my sleep-laden ears ." Alasdair, you're up. Right-get dressed". Today were going to Devon Hater, Exmoor, Dawlish and sea-challenging buffs.

The speeding tarmac raced beneath the turning wheels And overpasses came and went Glancing over the flashing roofs of shiny cars. So went the day, miles ..... . Till the sea, appearing on the gleaming horizon Told that the end was near. Over the· smooth, grey cobblestones and out Through green, leafy lanes Into th~ busy, bustling country$ide under Heaven's blue When the courtyard spread -hard beneath :rhe tumbling springs of the car. Alasdair Ferry Standar'd' Ten

'Jeacher

'''I

· . He w19lks into the ·room, saunters across the class eyeing us out of the corner c;>f his eye. throws his books on the table and takes his place on th i. back of his chair or maybe on his desk. He sits there silently stroking his beard and trying to look serious. Nobody quite knows what to make oC 'him~ will he burst out with some Irish joke, or suddenly roar at some mischievous lilt le bqy sil. ~ing at the back of the class? 'Well now, hmmm, yes, well. .... .' He's in a good mood. The air loosens, not that it was ever really stiff. '0·1\·., Let's see your prep. Everybody done your prep?' :-: ,

79 Silence He looks at us peering from under his eyebrows, stroking his beard, inspecting his domain. A hand is reluctantly raised at the rear of the classroom: 'Why did,n't you do your prep?!!!!!!?!I!!!?' Everybody jumps at his outburst; exclamation and gasps, reaf and otherwise, are heard all over the room. Then everyone settles down chatting away quietly while the teacher carries on trying to tell the naughty young pupil off, but not really succeeding very well. Who could with the noise around hirn?

'0 . K. you lot. Let's see your books.'

There is a shuffle as books are

opened. 'Hmmmmm. 0. K. Where's your book? Huh? Some reply is mumbled back' apparently sufficient, as the teacher saunters on, grumbling under his breath. All the books have been checked and the teacher sits back in his place, this time swinging right back, on his chair, stroking his beard and humming and ha-ing away to himself while he peers at us from under those eyebrows, his ever present dimples making great craters in his cheeks. 路

'O. K.!!!!!!!!' Another great roar, which produces many jumps and gasps, again fifty percent fake. 'Write this prep down at the back of your book. 'And he proceeds on his 1-o路;/(l) "<O-o-o-o-ng monologue of telling us our l-0-0-00-0-ng prep. 'O.K . Start that now and finish it for prep, 'and he glares around the class at certain young men and women, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets, his dimples becoming incredibly deep. 'And have it FINISHED for next lesson.' With that he picks up his books, pats his tummy, strokes his beard and saunters out of the classroom. Carolyn Joy Darrell Standard Ten

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Old 1nan

Dick Wilde called in at the Corner House Cafe, as he usually did on evenings after the office. And again, the old"' man was there-ragged, with wispy white hair showing from under the tattered hat he wore. He sat still, almost like a statue, his cup of coffee cooling. Wilde caught his eyes, but then, although his mouth did not smile, and he did not say a word, Wilde got the idea that this man was friendly and kind. And lonely. Wilde sat down at the table facing him and ordered a coffee. 路 He watched the man silently and suddenly it occurred to him to be his friend. He got up and strode over to the other table as the old man watched his every move. Quietly Wilde sat down at the table with the old man. 'Can I get you something?' he offered. The man said nothing. Their eyes met and held. Wilde sat still looking into the grey old eyes, eyes that he felt had seen many things. He knew what tragady meant for his eyes held a look of bitter-sweetness.

80 neck.

Wilde suddenly jumped up and fumbled with the chain around his He handed it and the crucifix on it to the old man.

'Here, take it, 'Wilde blurted, 'It's from me-no charges.' When the man made no move to take it, Wilde jumped off his seat and crumpled it into his hand. Saying something abo.ut his mothlH waiting, Wilde left The next evening, Wilde entered the cafe and impulsively turned his towards the corner where the old man usually sat. The table was unoccupied. Wilde turned to the bartender and asked after the old man.

~yes

'What? Old Mr Jackson-the one who was deaf and dumb?' â&#x20AC;˘was?â&#x20AC;˘ 'Yes. 'the man's voice dropped. stared at the bartender.

'Mr Jackson dieq last night.'

Wilde

'But he left this for you after he left.' The bartender produced a card with a Bible verse and reference written on it. Widle took it and turned it over. 'To my friend Dick W!lde. Signed Ja<:kson.' 'Was he a friend of yours?' aÂˇsked the bartender. But Wilde wasn't listening. He turned away and strangely he remembered the old man's eyes. Joyce Louis Standard Ten

Travel In India With a shrill whistle, and a shower of sparks, the I ittle blue hill-train slowly eased its way out of the tiny station. l looked at the station clock~ it was just seventeen minutes past five - only three hours and two minutes late this time! The guard gave a final flap to the torn green rag that might have once been a flag, and we were out of the station, past the railwaygates, where there was a long I ine-up of lorries and cars (all f;_.tilely screaming out with their horns for th.e bullock-cart in the front to get a m.ove on), and down ,the ghc;i:t. With .a sigh I leant back in my third-class seat-or rather, tried to .. bLitto my surprise, discovered that the family next to me had used the back of my seat to put theh~ luggage into. I politely tried to ask them to move it, but in vain. They either didn't understand English, or were feigning ignorance so r lifted up the top bag to find a bedding roll underneath it. The man of the family started to IHt that off, when the whole thing, which had been tied rather slackly by some worn rope (the straps having long been broken) burst open, and bright pink orange and red dresses, with gold and silver strands generously interwoven on them fell out, along with blankets, towels and cooking. utensils. Just then the baby, who had been mercifully asleep, awoke; and with a loud yell, joined in the commotion by rolling off the seat, where his mother had put him, and knocking over a chicken basket, setting the chickens squawking, and flapping around. As the noise diminished for a fraction of a

81 minute, I heard the .inevitable Hindi film music from the inevitable radio coming from the next compartment, and with a sigh, resigned myself to a tedious trip down to Coimbatore. Just as the husband of the family and his daughter had finished collecting up all their stuff, the tr:iin stopped, our door was forced open, and a bunch of chattering "rung is" entered the carriage. As there was no room for them on the seats, they happily crouched on the floor, knocking over the luggage and children as if they weren't there. Happily it was only a short stop, and the train was once more on its way, chugging down to the plains. When we eventually arrived I got off the train with a suitcase in either hand, and before I knew it, both were wrenched from my grasp by two coolies, one saying that there was a taxi available, and the other trying to Pl!ll me to an auto-rickshaw. At the same time a be :mar trying to get at me upset the tray of a chai-wallah, which caused the tea to spill all over the place, only missing me by inches. Fortunately none of the filthy glasses broke, but as it looked to me to be the beginnings of a fight, I took the suitcase fcom the .taximan, and decided to go in the auto. After pushing my way through waeping women, cryin:J babies, screaming children, barking dogs, and whining beggars, I eventually arrived at the rickshaw. There was the usual fuss about changing the meter, but finally I got in, and the auto driver tried to start the engine. Ha tipped up his seat and fiddled round for a while , but this didn't seem to do any good, so he asked me to get out. When I did so, he tipped th路a whole rickshaw on its side, poked around here and there, and finally triumphantly pulled out a filthy rag from somewhere in the engine. He put the little vehicle right side up, star.t ad the engine with a roar, and took off almost before I was in. I had asked him to take ma to the bus-stop, so we jolted along at an erratic pace, and it seemed to me that he was trying to go into as many potholes in the road as possible. I finally arrived at .the bus-stop, arid after checking to see that I was still in one piece, and paying the driver, I wended my way to the bus on which I had a reservation. After some questioning, I arrived at the conductor, who only said in a surly tone that there was no room on the bus. I flapped my reservation in his face, but to no avail. There was no room, I'd have to wait for the next bus he said. And just when was the next bus, I demanded. "Nallakey, nallakey!" he replied, with the favourite saying of the workers of India. After succeeding in getting across to him that I had to ~Jet a flight from Bangalore in a few hours, he let me get on the bus, and after a struggle even managed to find me a seat Tha nkfully I settled back in my seat, and with a clash of gears, the bus started. I folt that I had never been on a bus that was quite that full, as people were hanging out of the door, crouching down in the aisle, sitting on the engine, and propping themselves up on other people's knees and luggage. Suddenly I saw the woman sitting . next to me go a few shades greener, and then she was promptly and violently ill, all the way down the side of the bus. She retched on and on, and soon there were a lot of people around us watching her with interest, pointing and giggling. Suddenly th~ radio came on, this

82 time with a woman tafking very fast in a strange language, and that seemed to distract some of the people ' s attention . until everyone settled down again. rn a little whit~ the bus stopped. Everyone piled out or surged forward to the driver's seat. This notable person was sitting staring at the engine and scratching his head. The men and some of the women started shouting at the poor driver, who didn't have a clue about what was going on. Gradually people began resigning themselves to their fate, and started settling down for the night. But here was J - going frantic with worry, wondering ·how I was ever going to get the plane which was now due to leave in about two and a half hours. r looked Heavenward. and prayed earnestly for help •.. ~...................... . Suddenly from nowhere a taxi came. emerging from the dark like a welcome angel. r almost fell out of the bus window in my anxiety to signal to it. ft was with a sigh of relief that I finally jumped into the car and directed the driver-who looked slightly tipsy, r might add - to get to Bangalore as fast as possible. r realized that I had said the wrong thing, for he needed no second bidding. We swayed out of the area of the bus, and rocked from one side of the road to another, the driver in the front seat seemingly enjoying himself, myself in the back seat clinging dizzily to the seat , praying that we'd arrive safely. After a relatively short time, though to me it seemed like eternity, we arrived at the airport. In my relief to get rid of the driver, I paid him the first price he asked, something so ridiculously high that even he looked slightly dazed, and then flew up the airport steps, only to be greeted with these words coming over the intercom.:"Lad ies and gentlemen, we regret to announce that, due to unforeseen technical difficulties the Bangalore-Bombay flight will be delayed for another three hours .. ....•..•..•..••. " Karyn Ironside Standard Eleven

111y Christmas +lolidays 'Goodbye.

Don't forget to write!'

The bus pulled down the drive and the passengers settled down for the journey to Coimbatore. Everyone was talkative and laughing. I tried to enter into the jolly mood of the group but it was very hard. A.II I could think was, 'Are my parents a I ive?' Since the news of the c;yclone that struck Andhra in November this was all r had been able to think about. There were no means of communication with them as they were in Bapatla, one of the worst hit areas.

83 Next day I got a seat on the first train running since the cyclone. I spent the Journey sitting staring out of the window, too terrified to sleep, too sick to eat. The journey was very slow and as we drew near Bapatla and I saw the sights, the tears rolled down my cheeks as I looked towards our compound and saw the damage, later estimatad to be three lakhs worth; Passengers shut all the windows to keep out the foul sickening stench of dead carcases that I ined the fields .

I could not get off the train at Bapatla so I had to remain on it until we got to Vijayawada; I expected my mother to be there to meet me as we had spent twenty-five rupees on telegrams but in the end it was Mrs Wheatley who found me . My parents had asked her to meet the train just in case I was on it. They had not received any of the telegrams ; Mrs Wheatley took me to her house in Guntur where I wept for hours with relief that my parents were alive. I had to stay there the ni r, ht as we could not get through to Bapatla .in the dark. Next morning we left and the 路car took double the usual time to get there . As we arrived, I saw my mother's jeep parked in the bus station surrounded by hundreds of people . When Mum saw me get out of the car, she pushed throu;i)1 the crowds, syringes in each hand, relief filling her face, her eyes brimming with tears, and hugged me. After thanking Mrs Wheatley and meeting the medical students who were helping my mother, I began to break vials, fill syringes with cholera vaccine and boil cotton wool. People were eve1路ywhere, the children running in terror at the thought of being injected. The morning passed quickly as we worked amongst the hundreds of people crammed into the few buildings still standing in the town. In the afternoon we met up with our team and went to a village about five kilometres from Bapatla. The car never failed to get stuck in the floods, and each time we had to jump out, trous.e rs rolled, and push the car. To reach the village of Kazipalem we all had to sit on a bullock cart and go t hrough the flood waters that still came as high as our ch路a sts. To keep the equipment dry, we held it above -our heads. On the way back to the car, as ths cart had failed to turn up, we half paddled, half swam our way along . It was by then about nine p. m . and we had been injecting by candle I ight. Each day followed this pattern, as we went from one devastated village to another to give cholera innoculations. One day that stands out particularly vividly is Sunday, 27th Decembe~. We were on 0ur way to a village called Pinni Boina Vai Palem and the jeep became stuck in mud up to the front axle. There was nothing to do but abandon the jeep and walk. After about three miles we came to the village. After finishing innoculating the villagers, we had to go by log boat to the other side. It was during this time that I came closest to death . When we were half way across, I had decided to swim .

84 •Murit.r Send the boat!' I was in the water in a whirlpool and sinking mud and the boat was suddenly and mysteriously far away. The mud was pulling my trousers down and the whirlpool was spinning. me round and taking me out to sea. I could see my mother on the bank holding onto the young doctor andrunning up and down the bank. Before many minutes had passed, I could see nothing but specks in front of my eyes. t began to prepare myself for death. I was a long way out and thought only the inevitable could happen. I began to pray that God would spare ma to continue working among the poor people but if this was the end, then I was ready. Suddenly I thought I was dead but I had just bl.acked out. I came to, hardly knowing whether I was dead or alive, as a hand reached over the edge of the boat. A strong coarse brown hand. I clung to it. The hand pulled me into the boat, where l sat trembling, shaking, crying. It took eight strong men to get the boat to the other side of the river. On my arrival, my stomach was pumped and then an injection was stuck in my arm. My mother was crying as she told how she thought I was dead, since I was out of sight under tne water, being pulled down by the mud. After a drink and a chance to calm down, the medical students team all suddenly seemed much closer to me, as we began to work again. While I worked the sun dried me, but on our way back to the car I became very dizzy and fell in the flood waters and got soak,ed again. It took us about two hours to get the car out of the wet sand. and by the time we reached Bapatta we were very ti.red, hungry and shaken. My mother and I continued going out to the villages with our team, who, after the day I nearly drowned. seemed great friends. We gave approximately three and a hatf thousand injecti~ns a day~ all working non-stop. When this work was complete, World Vision came to Bapatla to work in coniunction with the Salvation Army. My father was liaison officer. From early morning until midnight or one the following morning, we would go on the back of a tractor to the villages and distribute sarees, dhotis, rice, money, lamps and cooking vessels to destitute villagers. E'ven though everything was as organized as possible under the conditions, w-a still had many riots and fights.· The tractor was the only form of transportation possible.and even then the trailer almost turned on its side a number of times. Once it leand over so far that I fell off, nearly dragging the World Vision director's son off with mel The holidays were an unforgettable experience and' I could write pages about them. While we worked, the only way to get through the day was to ·shut our minds. It was only at night that we could let ourselves think about it. Few people can realize the great sorrow caused by the Andhra Cyclone of November 1977. Miriam Dartnall-Smith Standard Eleven

News of Former Students AUSTRALIA AND NEW ZEALAND In January, Philip, Robert, David and Peter Bird visited India with their parents. Philip and Robert are at University and the two younger boys still at high school. They spent several nights in the Red Room at Cypress Court and were most impressed by the dacor. However they found the beds no softer than they remembered them to be! The Brieseman Family are now living in Christchurch, New Zealand, where their father is now Deputy Medical Officer of Health. Nigel did well in his first year at Engineering School, and Lyn passed ' her first year University examinations (she is studying languages.) Sherry 'passed her School Certificate with flying colours and is now in the Sixth Form.' Joey is also doing very well in her high school studies. Most of the . Chote family have now returned to Ooty, while Shirley and John have remained to work in New Zealand. Both Greig and Delphine McLeay are at high school in Levin, New Zealand and Nevan is also at school there.

Philip Overton is working in a supermarket Tasmania, and saving to buy a car.

in Launceston,

Both Brenda and Kerryn Spikin work in Melbourne. Brenda was married on 4th March to Warren Curns. Kerryn works for the Salvation Army, in the office, and is also active in church work.

The Veal family are now reunited and living in Ballarat. Luke graduated from high school with good results. He is doing well in pole vault and hurdles at State level. Bruce, Judy and Lynne Worrall are in Kumeu,north of Aukla n d. Bruce is working on a dairy farm, while Judy studies for her University Entrance at the local hlgh school. Lynne is in her final year at Intermediate School. 路路

UNITED KINGDOM AND EIRE David Banks has married Penny Baddeley. He is now on the second year of a three year Ph.D. at Jodrell Bank in Radio-Astronomy. John, now 17, has started at Dovedale, Chelmsford's College of Further Education. Sheraz Daya did so well in his A-levels that his school asked him to try for Oxbridge entrance examinations. He hopes to study medicine. Priscilla Greman is to sit her Occupational Therapy Finals in June. She is finding it tough training but enjoys the work and relating her knowledge and skills to the needs of the mentally and physically handicapped. Paul is also busy, studying for his A-level examinations in June. 路 Paul Gill recently.

is studying Engineering at Lancaster.

He has visited India twice

Carlotta Guglielmina is in school in England where she is doing well. visited her parents in Bombay over Christmas.

She

Nicholas Hacking after working in Union International (the same firm a~ Mr. Jim He~lop) has moved to a Swiss Bank in London as an account assistant. Stephen is studying at London University, Queen Mary's College. Stephanie Lewis and Andrea spent Christmas visiting their parents in Bangla. dash. Andrea is enjoying her second year of medicine at Leeds. Depending on the results of her A-levels in June, Stephanie hopes to go to university to study veterinary medicine. Stephanie reports that Helen Stockley seems to be thoroughly enjoying her catering course at a technical college. Norman MacLeod Engineering.

is at Strathclyde University (Glasgow) studying Production

Karen McCormick and Jennifer visit the U.S. in the summer.

are enjoying school in Ireland.

They hope to

The McMahon family are all doing well in Crossford, Lanarkshire - with John at Cambridge, where he is finding the work challenging. Helen Meech is studying for A-levels at High Wycombe and hopes eventually to become a nurse. Morna Michell is finishing her 0-levels in Scotland and then hopes to visit her father who is now working on a rubber estate in South Africa.

87 Fiona Moffat who visited the school last year, takes her A-Levels in June but has been provisionally accepted at Edinburgh Universit'y to study modern languages. Gary Parmar and Tony Perhar are studying in London, where Tony is Head Boy of his school and Captain of the First Eleven. Gary has a place at Queen Mary's college, London University. Paul Smith has spent almost two years at Woodhouse Grove School, Bradford, studying for his A-Levels. Once he settled in, he enjoyed the work, especially the Saturday evening concerts in the town. He has taken part in several plays and musicals at the school. At Christmas time he came out to visit his family in Bangalore. Hugh Tyman

reached England in early February.

He hopes to join the

army.

Christopher Weavers is reading Chemistry at Birmingham University and is due to take nis finals in June.

He plays rugby for West Bromwich.

Christine, Yendell

hopes to go to En.g land in June to start a Laboratory Technicians路路 course at the new Technical College in Maidstone, Kent.

CANADA AND U.S. A. Wendy Birch

is in her second year at Briercrest Bible Institute. Five out seven of Marilyn's Standard EI even class (including Priscilla Gtrman in England and Ina Rutgers in Holland) hope to attend Marilyn's wedding to Richard Schlitt in August.

Greg. Butt

is in his second year at university in Calgary and is doing very

well.

Becky Hamilton

has settled happily into life in the U. S. and is enjoying her studies at Vennard College, Iowa.

Nitin Patil

is enjoying his boarding school in Boston, but misses Hebron, especially the cricket.

Massachusetts,

Danny Reinhardt is planning to go to Israel with his wife Anne to study at the American Institute for Holy Land Archaeological Studies. Larry is foreman on a construction crew; he is married. Norman hopes to come out to India for a year, possibly in May. The Schrag Family: Grace is now a housewife with a family of three. Joy is due to graduate from Grace Bible School in June.

The Sinclair Family: After a year out West, Cathy has moved back to Toronto, still with Sun Life Insurance. Sharon ancl Sandy ' are both happily married and also living in Toronto.

88 'l'he Truscott Family are happily settled in San Diego, California; They .are doing well in school and in sport, but still miss India. Ferdie Tozer is at high school in New Brunswick. He is due to graduate this summer and hopes to visit India later in the year if possible. Susheela Wiig is working in an old people's home and is in her third year in Biola College, studying Languages and Communication.

INDIA Christopher Burn visited the school recently. He is spending· a year working at Bishop Cotton School~ Simla before going on to :Hatfield College, Durham, in October. ·· · D. D. Chowdary gained his M.Sc., in Statistics in Oct. 1977 with a high first class pass and is now in Madras. He was led to the Lord ·through Dan Reinhardt in 1976 and baptised the next year. We hope he will be able to. ':'!sit the school and t11e church very soon •.

Pf!nnis Fountain and Ariadne (Nee Fritschi) are working for B; M. M. F:in DelM. With l.anguage study, E. U; work, a house church and a small son Ben, there is ne"Ver a . dull moment. Dennis· recently completed. his M .• Phil. · fro.m Delhi University; Rod and Ruthie Gilbert have moved to 104 ·Salisbury Park, Pune. They write: 'The compound is a dream especially compared with dear old Nasik. There are mango trees, paw-paws and coconuts, many bir.ds, and it's so peaceful. About three acres altogether. We certainly aren't lonely though.' Every day there are visitors, and recently they held an S. LJ; camp· for 114 g iris there. They are expecting a bat:y at the end of .Ju!le •. Mr. Graeme Griffiths is working in Dindi, Krishna Dist. for the Salvation Army Cyclone Relief and Medical team •

. MALAYSIA Asha Srinivas

now attending school in Malaysia, has written:

'I gldess you know that I won't be coming back. Actually, I'm' ~t>ing .. to miss you. I'm going to miss everyone especially the staff. I really love them. I'm glad I got to meet people Hke them.' We wish Asha well a:t "her new school.

News of Former Staff Mr. and. Mrs. DaJ;ling and the family are Bristol. Mr. Darling is teaching in Bristol.

happily . settled . in. Saltford,

Miss lfall. . is teaching in Bri~lington. Her mPtfler, .a t.oyal friend ·to the . scho_ol .over i:n.~ny years, died in A1,1gust 1977 •.. We . extend. our deepest ·sympathy to Miss Hall. 1, ...

89 Mr. and Mrs. Beattie, Joy and David are living in Ireland. On 23 March they welcomed a second daughter, Karen Ruth, into their family. Miss L. Bowers and her fiance Peter have been busy preparing for their wedding in March. They have bought a house in Harpenden, near St. Albans. Miss Bowers is teaching Standard Five at a junior school 路 iri Reading and misses her Standard Six class in Hebron. 'I do miss India and the beautiful scenery, though my heart warms to every Indian person I see now - and I've seen quite a lot!' Mr. and Mrs. Brinicombe continue to maintain close links with the school. Mrs Brinicombe has recently had an operation on her foot and we wish her a speedy recovery. Miss Ruth Hulks enjoyed visiting relations as well as many Hebron friends in New Zealand in 1977. She is now back in Hitchin, Herts., very active in Sunday School and church work-in addition to her job as Health Visitor. After a number of years in church work in Melbourne, Mr. and Mrs. Barry Jenkins, with their sons Stephen and Michael, have returned to India to take up the pastorate at Union Church, Ootacamund. In February, s K. Miss McCarthy began work Melbourne. Her new address is: 8, Craigavad Street, Carnegie 3163, Victoria, Australia.

at a

business college in

It is good to see Miss Macdonald from time to time when she has a break from her theological studies and student work in Bangalore.

Ted and Lucille McKellar, and their sons Mark (better known as Magoo) and Craig, are in Alberta, Canada. Ted is greatly enjoying teaching at Mount Carmel Bible School. Lucille writes, 路we had a nice 'India' weekend a few weeks ago. The Faszers came for a day - we talked fast and still didn't get everything said. And then we showed our slides to Alan and Cathy Taylor and Kathy Sinclair on the Sunday. It was fun to hear about their times at Hebron and Lushington. They sure have a warm spot for India in their hearts.' Janice McKellar is .on a working holiday in New Zealand and hopes to visit India in May. Mr. Chri1 Reveley has happy memories of his time at Hebron. working with computers, in London.

He is now

Following a world tour in 1977, Ruth Wilkins is now back in Ohinewai, working in the family shop. As usual, Ruth's home is a centre for former pupils and staff of the school and recent visitors includa Miss Joy White,

90 Mrs. Sylvia Carroll (nee Bramley) and her husband and the two Mathias boys from Auckland. We look forward to Miss Wilkins' return to the School in May. Miss Reid Is now in Australia with her family, after a very adventurous world tour in 1977, where she met up with a number of people notably Miss Wilkins - on a similar to4r. Mr. and Mrs. Wood and the children are in Pokhara, Nepal, where a number of the staff visited them during the Christmas holidays . Mr. Wood heads up the Boys' Bo'arding School there: Both Mr. and Mrs Wood have been busy with language study this past year and Mr. Wood has already given his first sarmon in Nepali .

THE LAST LAUGH TWINS Hebron School h:i.s s~ored yet another first. It has in its midst something as rare as two exactly similar peas in a pod. We have in our school of approximately two hundred and fifty students three and a half sets of twins. We gather that your mathematical brain has already calculated that two halves are one,in which case let us point out that the word is full of hidden meanings. For two of the components of this marvellous discovery have brothers or sisters elsewhere. We have found o~t after many brain racking calculations that the ratio of 'ordinafy' people to twins at Hebron is 35:1 whereas the usual ratio is one pair of twins in every eighty births. that is 90:1. Before we get too carried away with our scientific discovery let us meet the rare and privileged persons concerned. Our first interview wa~ an outdoor one which we amaz!ngly managed to undertake without microphones. Tha first two specimens we examined were Radhi and Radha Ramanathan. Radhi w9s bashfully hidden. behind some condescending senior girl; Radha was chewing on a pl-a stic whistle now bitten out of recognition. Both of them answared with a look of blank apathy. Being identical twins, t _ h ey are not hard to distir:iguish: after all, Radha has a mark on her left shoulder. Also both of them agree that Radha is uglier as Radhi scratched Radha's face more than Radha scratched Radhi's. But the easiest way to tell them apart is to remember that Radhi has hair clips'Only for Mr. Pain's sake', she explains. To create a smooth finish to our unsuccessful interview we cheerfully commented to Radhi that no one could ever mistake her for Radha, after all she was- easily better. All we received for this compliment W(!S a totally disconcerting stare to which someone helpfully added, 'She's Radha.'

Hebron's New Bus.

Back row:

Mr G. Wallis (his twin sister is in N e w Zealand) Rachel and Sarah Tyman, Mrs Pain ( her twin sister is in England) Front row: Frank and G ina Parmar, Radhi and Radha Rarna. nathan

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91 _ Had we been dishear t ened by an unsuccessful interview with the two Ramanathans, the Parmar twins proved harder still to interview. As Frankie thoughtfully paced the room and finished his prep, Gina sat or stood at irregular intervals. Gina and Frankie agree that they are thankful they are not identical. We didn't get much .out of them as to whether they liked being twins. They preferred insteaq to give etch i ngs of each other' s characters which were a trifle one-sided and wholly unacceptable to the other. When asked whether they apprec iated ~ he other half of t heir t windom, they said (censor 0 d). One thing at least we found they had in common was tha t they were both heartily bored by the interview. But then so were we,

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We approached Mr. Wallis no t certain of immediate success. After all two failed interviews can give one a complex. Luckily he proved to be our success. He complied in a down-to- earth, business-like manner and asked us to sit down. In reminiscen t tones he told us how he and his sister Merrilyn never quarrelled, or even had a strong argument. From this, we ingeniously gather that twins of the previous generation are more loving than twins of this generation . He said thoug"htfully, "You fee l , um, cough, my twin sister and I fe el closer to each other than most brothers and sisters . You know, sharing birthdays you get to learn to share things with each other". (He had a lot of people to share with, namely seven other brothers and sisters). Of course the Wall is twins had the common disad vantage of being compared in class; as he put it, "Teachers wondered why one was no.t so clever". (He refrained from telling us which one was the cleverer.) I approached the Tyman twins with sorne caution. My co-worke r had set off to interview Mrs . Pain. We started on an optimistic note as they seemed quite happy to be interviewed amd said they womld love to tel'I us about each other. I explaiAed that was not exacHy what we were after but they both seemed a trifle hard of hearing. As a result I was subject to a heated discussion wMich excluded me-and each other's good points. Rachel seemed set that I should write about the sock . The sock incident has quite a simple theme: that Sarah i s a nag (according to Rachel) and that Rachel insJst s that Sarah always tells her what to do-and is very bossy . Sarah gives me a martyred look which clearly indicates that Rachel believes that "twice is always". When urged to g ive me some of Rachel's bad points she ju.st sat down on the grass and said," Where shall I start, at her laziness, the way she always tells people my bad poi nts.- ... . ?" Rachel gives me a look that clearly indicates," Yeu say one thing and you're typed for I ife.'' · Quite honestly tliley don't feel like twins at all-people never ·ce!>mparn them since they're quite different and teachers never compare their work.- They felt disappointingly indifferent .to· their twinshiJ!>. In fac t they never noticed! it except when their birthdays rolled aro'Und. At first they felt quite st rong l y that they dis·liked each ·o t her but af te r the first Meated discussion had coole,d' down they ca me to an agre ement. They didn't mind each other . . After all the other wasn't so bad , not all the time anyway. When r left them_thev __we r:e stil l arg uing about the sock ......

92 Mrs. Pain was reclining elegantly in a wicker chair with her two blond"'. haired sons sitting in the vicinity. She was very keen on the idea of twins and found that she appreciated her twin sister very much, as there was someone to share with and play with of the same age all the time. The only disadvantage, she felt, was that as they shared the same I ikes and the same taste in boys, some disputes arose where members of the opposite sex were concerned. Mrs. Pain could think of nothing else in the line of disadvantages of being a twin. This again goes to show that twins of the previous generation were more loving than those of the present generation (but then again wasn't everybo_dy?) To enlarge on the point about the two girls sharing likes we found out that both of them prefer indoor activities to outdoor ones and surprisingly enough both are teachers. We ended the interview and walked slowly away. So after three million seven hundred thousand, nine hundred and seventy one drops of "Bril" ink, seventeen minutes of gruell mg interviews, two and a half sheets of foolscap paper and three pages of a notebook, and many minutes of painful embarrassment due to highly witty people, and many hours of brain racking to compile this err.atic information, we came to the well conceived conclusion that we had at last embarked on our career as reporters. Anyon9 for an interview? Jo Kukathas and Grace John Standard Ten

ONE DAY IN THE LIF'E OF' TWO OF' OUR ST AF'F' Our hero, whom we shall name Peter Martin, was hiding inside his new roll of TP. He was scanning the battlefield from his vantage point in the eaves, just as Marshall Gibbard might have done during the Battle with the Bats. But this battle was a different sort of battle ...... fought with a Rose rathdr than a Tommy-gum ...... the battle for a duckie (NB. The Battle nf the Duck 1957), or as he preferred it to be called, the battle for His Swan. His mind'was running over the hated names of his rivals: Wilson-the one he felt liable to sue; Jackson that filthy fowler who ...... ; Johnson-the King of the opposite sex-as if he didn't have enough already; and finally Dawson, that con-man who a Iways attracted cute young duckies by telling them tall stories such as when Henrietta whale. There was no doubt about it-he was desperately in love. Bells were going ''Ding Dong" in his heart; he was shaking so much to the tune of 'Hey Jude' that his clarinet reed fell out of its perch behind his ear. He felt sure that he was keeping well Up with the Joneses-in fact, he became obsessed with the idea that he was leading the hunt-he was taking no heed of the words of warning from Wise ol' U. N. C. L. E. Paul. He suddenly returned to reality when something~ which must have valiantly tip-toed up the moss, touched him on his shoulder. It was Wally ...... the daschund with the Dot on his wagging tail. Peter pulled himself back into shape-to be precise-shipshape. He looked tenderly at Wally and asked, "Have your puppies been born yet?" Here was someone that he could associate with. Wally seemed to say-"They wosborn yesterday." Pete then asked, "Are they all going fo be little kemps (see Ox; Diet.) I ike you?" At that moment he happened to glance down and immediately his-

93 pain was replaced by joy. All other trains of thought were blotted out of his m_ind ..••.. There she was ...... He didn't hesitate one second ••.• •. He sprang from his perch shouting, 'Jai Hind!' right into the arms of •••••• (wait for it) •..••• Miss ..•••• Sylvia BAXTER! Paul Martin Standard Eleven Danny Sinclair Standard Thirteen

A Holiday Game tor Students See how many names and nick-names of staff members you are able to find in this article,

HEBRON HOWLERS SOME JUVENILE VIEWS ON FRANCE France is a beautiful place all though

I have not been there.

There are a few good entertainments about Paris. Triump and the eyeful tower.

Some are the Arch of

French men in berreys count up francxs as the customers come in and out, One of the most important pots of France is Mercay.

HEBRON REWRITES HISTORY Boaz rounded the Cape of Good Hope in 1488. King Alfred destroyed Sodom and Gomorrah because he was angry · with Abraham because he was preaching too much and so they tried to get rid of him. King Alfred completely destroyed Sodom and Gomorrah and there was hardly anything left after all. Vasco da Gama sailed overland to India. Nelson also fought the Battle of the Boyne when command of the Frense fleet.

~ellington

was in

There was one Eighteenth Century company cal led 'Chip and Dale' which made very elaborate furniture . For killing Thomas a Beckett, Henry II was wiped on the back by all the monks. (Overheard in a History lesson) Sir Thomas More was a man of four seasons.

94 T 'OWAROS M 0RE PICTURE'SQUE SP EECH 1

(From an essay o n l i:fie in Ei gh t eent h Cent ury

~n glancl)

"I went home through the thi n streets littered with fat people.' And thiq re was the student who wrote vividly about 'the volumptuous woman.'

ORIGINAL DEFINITIONS The boy who turned the spit to roast the meat was called a spitoon, Anyone who said what they thought and not what the Church taught was taken for a herotic or a heroine . Parallels are expensive jules that come out of <1n oster.

AND F"~OM THE Jl,.JNlOR

t::NO OF THe:; SCHOOL ...

SPELLING SPIEL ' I am enjoying school and am doing o. k. at my work eksept my speeling. am bet f er at french.' HAND OR FOOT IN IT? , To keep one's hand jn means " to say something emparr~ssing. " GOT ANY AXLE GRE~SE? (From a Standard Five Science Book) The earth spins on its axlti's. WHO NEEDS A GREENHOUSE? Nicholas Copernicus told the world that all the plantes orbit the surL SO THAT'S WHY IT'S YELLOW! The comet has a ta ii that always paints the sun . SOUNDS DANGEROUS! (Overheard from a junior reading group) 'The children went on Saturday afternoon to the Punching and Judo Show.' (Punch and J1,1dy Show) . ONE-UP- MAN SH IP .(Overheard) Small girl: We're going to the Ch .inese restaurant for lunch today! Second small girl (obviously put out): Well ...... We're golhÂŁ} to flie JAPANESE restaurant ,

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Miriam Dartnal I-Smith and Paul Martin as Eliza D:>olittle and Professor Henry Higgins in ' Pygmalion', May 1977

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