No. 128. AUTUMN, 1959. VOL. L.



Editorial Phoenix Club
In Brief Library Notes
'Le Camping' in France and Belgium   Cercle Francais
Night Flight   Choir Notes
The Butterfly   Orchestra
Autumn   Sailing Club
A Trip to London Airport   Cricket
Mother   Swimming
A Visit to the Fire Station   Athletics
It Happened to Me   Sports day
Sunrise   House Notes
Returning   Valete
Mid-day and Mid-night   Old Pharosian Notes
Journey to the Pyrenees   Old Boys' Dinner
Morschach, 1959   Parents' Association
Combined Cadet Force    


It often seems that each term is like any other, for sports, examinations and work go on in their uninterrupted course; yet there are few years when there is no memorable event in the school's history to mitigate the boredom.

This year the new concert piano has joined the organ with due honour and we may now be justly proud of the extra instrument. We were given an illustration of the qualities of both in the last school concert. Indeed, we must not forger that just as we have struggled to get the money for the piano, so when the organ was built the money was found by the same organisations. We have always been fortunate in having me Old Pharosians and the Parents' Association genuinely interested in the welfare of the school, not 10 mention the many individuals who have given much support to the fund. To these we owe many of those benefits which would be regarded as extras in other schools.

We would remind all boys about to leave school that it is important to fill in a leaver's form, which can be obtained from us. so that the valete section of the magazine may be complete.



In Brief

In the summer term we were given a talk on the Police: Cadet system, and this term there have been talks and films on the Universities' Mission to Central Africa, the Korean refugees and the Royal Navy.

Two concerts, on the 22nd July and the 21st October, have been held in aid of the Concert Piano Fund. Mr. Marsh also held a dance in aid of the fund.

On the 14th July a CE.W.C. Conference: was held in the school.

We welcome Mr. R. Peacock and Mr. M. H. Smith as new members of the staff, and M. Mede who is spending a year in Dover.

Past issues of the magazine are usually available at 1/6d. each.


Last summer holiday, my brother's correspondent at Sin-le-Noble, near Douai, and his brother, came to stay with us for a fortnight, after which my brother and I went to France. We enjoyed our holiday very much, especially the three days camping. In France ‘le camping’ is very popular, and there are camping grounds in every town, and in most villages in tourist areas. ‘La Famille Dome’ decided that the best way to show us France was to borrow the tent belonging to M. Dome's office, and to take us camping. It was decided to make a triangular tour, from Douai to Dinant in Belgium, then up the Meuse valley and across Champagne to Reims, and back.

The boot of the Dornes' little Simca was filled to bursting point, more things were finally secured on the roof, and seven people crammed themselves inside. M. and Mme. Dome sat in front with seven-year-old Jean-Marc sitting on the hand brake between them, while Pierre, Michel, Robert, and I, sat at the back. I believe it is customary for campers to forget something; M. Dorne had only driven for about two hundred yards when he remembered his wallet, and had to go back for it. We then drove cast towards Dinant. As far as Valenciennes, a dull manufacturing town, we drove through the flat, industrial, country of the Nord-Pas-de-Calais coalfield, but after this the road crossed gently undulating country with a mixture of farmland and woods, such as one may see anywhere in Southern England.

As we neared Bavay, we began to sec large notices saying: 'Son et Lumière dans les ruines Gallo-Romains routes les nuits.' When we arrived in the small town, we went to see these ruins. Part of the forum is on view, and it is here that the 'Son et Lumière' is held. I should imagine that it is rather an anticlimax to see it; there are a few banked seats, a few floodlights, and a notice saying that there is no show unless there are more than sixteen persons present! However, the ruins themselves are worth seeing. Instead of rebuilding war-damage, the authorities demolish it and excavate for more remains.

Shortly after passing through Mauberge, where we saw a small zoo, we arrived at the French customs post. It was about two miles from the frontier, whereas the Belgian post is always on the border itself. Perhaps this is because the French like to demonstrate that theirs is the bigger country, and so they have enough room to 'lose' a large strip of territory. The customs officers are very polite, and each wished us all a good holiday, the Belgian not even bothering to look at our passports. By some strange coincidence we had to stop at the first ‘B.P.’ garage in Belgium, the petrol gauge registering zero, and fill up with the cheaper Belgian petrol!

Several hours later the countryside changed very unexpectedly; the road dropped suddenly down a narrow steep-sided valley, with trees climbing up the sides. Then we rounded a comer; ahead the road went through a tunnel under a spur, and above it showed a fortress on a great white cliff, with the black Byzantine spire of a cathedral just belowwe were in Dinant. Dinant is a strange town. On either side of the Meuse there is a narrow road along the river bank, then shops, then a main road, then more shops, and then wooded hillsides and cliffs rising almost sheer for hundreds of feet. The Meuse, on the other hand, is not cramped, but flows along in a leisurely manner, beneath the graceful concrete bridge and the pleasure boats. One can reach the Citadel by two funiculars, one of which appears to be brand new.

After a short stop to buy postcards and take photos, we drove southwards up the valley. The road, railway and river run side by side often so close that the railway embankments are replaced by a vertical retaining wall and the Meuse is separated from the road by an iron railing. The river winds along deeply, and the heat of the sun is reflected down by great white cliffs with fantastically folded strata.

After some ten miles, the valley widened and beneath the wooded hillsides lay the village of Hastière-Lavaux. As the afternoon was getting on, we stopped at a camping ground behind a small hotel and pitched the tents. The main one was typically French; it had an aluminium frame, double walls in the sleeping part, was made of blue and yellow canvas, and had zips everywhere. My brother and I slept in a smaller yellow one, with a green fly sheet. Food was cooked on special burners attached to a cylinder of butane gas.

The next morning was cold and misty, with a heavy dew, and we did not leave until the sun had dried Out the tents a little, by which time the valley was again becoming an oven. Before crossing back into France we bought more cheap petrol. The valley was wider now and not so impressive, but I felt disappointed when M. Dorne decided to take a short cut, until I saw that the road wound through the forest of the Ardennes, with forest-covered hills stretching into the distance. This continued for some thirty miles with only an occasional clearing for a village, where there was a huge pile of logs before each house. We stopped once, and someone found a slow worm; much to our surprise, the Domes had never seen one before. The)' were most alarmed when I picked it up. Just before we reached Monthermé we turned Out of the valley to a 'point de vue' which was signposted. It turned out that there were two, at the tops of huge smooth rock faces, looking across a great incised meander at Monthermé, a thousand feet below. Not having been among mountains before I thought this view most spectacular.

We stopped for a few minutes at Monthermé, where all the buildings arc of slabs of the local yellow stone. Even the newest ones blend with the town perfectly. Further down the valley we turned off up a rough track and ate our dinner on the lower slopes of the hills. The car suddenly began to descend the hill and M. Dorne had to run after it and put the brake on. This happened several times during these three days, because with Jean Marc sitting on the lever, it was often not fully applied; I soon got into the habit of reaching forward and pulling at it when M. Dome got out of the car before me. We emerged from the Meuse Valley at Méziers, and drove south across low hills, which gradually merged into Champagnegently rolling hills, field upon hedgeless field stretching away into the distance, with scarcely a tree except beside the long straight roads.

During the afternoon we arrived at Reims, and visited the cellars of a large champagne factory. On the surface it was 19th century fake chateau; below, there were mile upon mile of cellars cut out of the chalk, mostly of Gallico-Roman origin, though with 19th century Greek-style reliefs on the walls. In the open air the day was hot, but is was cold nearly a hundred feet underground. We went round with a party of several hundred, in charge of one guide. The galleries are named after different towns all over the world and are filled with hundreds of thousands of champagne bottles of varying ages. We saw fully matured champagne being frozen so that the sediment could be removed, and the corks and wire holders being put on. The bottles are carried to the surface in baskets on a continuous chain of hooks. The camping ground where we spent the night seemed most homely; out of the one hundred and fifty vehicles there, over fifty had G.B. on them! Early next morning we had our first rain, but the sun soon came out again, and so we went to see the cathedral, and then the War Room. This was the Allied control room in France towards the end of the second World War and was the room in which the armistice was signed. It has been left as it was then, and the walls are still covered in charts showing the military position.

Soon we were driving across Champagne again towards Laon. The main roads coming into Reims are typical of important ‘routes' all over France; they are straight, wide, and lined with trees, and traffic travels along them quite fast. However, the other things one hears about French roads seemed to be untrue. Cars drove on the right and hooted when overtaking but otherwise behaved just like English ones and were just as ‘polite.’ M. Dome averaged 60 km.p.b., touching 80 when overtaking, and represented the average speed, though most English cars went much faster.

In the Laon area there was a number of isolated tree-covered hills on one of which was the town. Most of the main roads skirted it, and as two major routes crossed here, getting into the city was a most complicated matter. We visited the cathedral and then continued on our way. We passed under some dark clouds, but though it did not rain, the next morning we read in the paper that there had been a tremendous cloudburst an hour later.

We covered the final 112 km., through St. Quentin and Cambrai to Douai, almost without stopping. We had covered 300 miles in less than three days, and enjoyed to the full our first experience of 'le camping.'




The roar of the engine battered its way through my helmet and stunned my senses. I huddled in my flying suit and pulled on my gloves, noting, as I did so, the time. It was 11.15 p.rn. With a slight grating the canopy slid forward and I immediately felt warm and comfortable. A few shadowy figures ran past the wingtips, while through the propeller arc I could see one of the ground crew gesticulating to us. The aircraft lurched and was soon rolling along the black carpet of the perimeter track to the end of the runway. To our right the parked aircraft looked like squatting silver frogs, while to our left the runway showed as a string of coloured lights converging in distant darkness. As we lined up at the end of the runway I switched on my microphone and could hear the regular breathing of the pilot, broken by shrieks of interference and the harsh voice of the controller. A voice enquired whether someone was all right; I realised that the remark was addressed to myself and turning in my harness I nodded to the pilot and assured him that I was comfortable. The controller gave permission for take-off, the bellow of the engine turned into a scream and I wriggled down into my harness to watch the individual lights on the runway merge into a continuous blur. The black stub of the Provost's cowling rose slightly; the vibration and jumble of voices ceased, we were airborne. Now all that could be heard was the quiet humming of the pilot and the steady roar of the engine as it dragged us up through the haze.

I gazed out of the canopy, fascinated by the way in which the mist slid like a liquid over the silver wings. The green light glowing on the wingtip seemed completely detached from the aircraft and part of the vast illuminated pattern below. Almost as suddenly as we had left the runway we broke through the upper limits of the haze. Now we seemed to be in a different world; the whole aircraft was bathed in a cold light and seemed to move slowly over an undulating sea of silver-capped mist. The radiant orb of the moon stood out in cold relief against the black horizon, its light showing distinctly on isolated ragged clouds which hung above us in a star-studded dome.

Soon we had reached five thousand feet. We levelled off and the engine assumed the monotonous rhythm which in the next hour was to defy me to keep awake. The pilot asked me to take control and I forgot the outside world for a moment as my gloved hand dosed round the stick and I scanned the instruments. One by one they winked up at me from the dark interior of the cockpit like rows of cheery round faces. We turned over a large town which lay below like a fallen chandelier. Thousands of lights glowed up at us, forming one large web-like pattern.

We bored on into the endless darkness; a different pattern of stars but the same instruments, the same horizon of haze, and always the same monotonous engine note. To our right we could see Birmingham crouching under its eternal pall of smoke, sullen and ugly. Again we altered course, but now we gained altitude and as I eased the stick gently back that monotonous note was at last ended. The short nose swept round and round the horizon, and ten thousand feet below the earth seemed littered with patches of light as mere and more towns came into view. Slowly moving round in huge figures-of-eight I realised that I felt hot and rather tired. I switched off my microphone and let my mask swing away from my face. Quite suddenly I yawned, and then again and again.

We were now over the airfield and the pilot once more took control for the descent. Again the engine note changed and we swept in a wide arc over the earth below. Each time I swallowed to relieve: the pressure on my cars the noises around me became louder and more real. We skimmed low over the airfield, which was still a hive of activity despite the fact that it was early morning. The pilot made a quick manoeuvre to avoid another aircraft which came very near to us, and while doing so very curtly expressed his views on those who disobey the rules of the air. Again we tried to land; the twin rows of lights swept towards us, the engine died into a whisper and the tyres emitted a slight bleat as they hit the tarmac. The aircraft rumbled clumsily around the perimeter and came to a halt. I threw off my harness and my headgear, and the cool night air swept into my cars, bringing with it the sounds of undistorted voices, shouting and laughter.

K. W. JARVIS (U.6A).


Dancing, floating, on the air,
The golden prince will muse.
First he's here, then he's there,
Drinking on the flowers' hues.

Choosing scents of royal blooms,
Delighted by the sun's warm beams,
He makes his way through lovely rooms,
The Strawberry patch of Beauty's dreams.

Laughing, singing, on the roses,
The golden princes’ train,
Dancing on the pansy's posies,
Dancing through the country lane.



The summer leaves are turning brown,
The ice and frost are on the ground,
The birds arc flying to the south,
And snow blocks up the river's mouth.
We see no more a busy street
Though snow is mashed by many feet;
The ice hangs high above the door
And fires inside all jump and roar.
But we are still with gladness found
That spring will sometime come around.



Have you ever been to London Airport or even seen it from the road? If not, why not come with me on a quick trip?

Imagine that you are in a bus taking you right into the airport. The first thing that you see through the fly-stained glass as we go through the gates is the tunnel. You feel yourself sliding down the slope into the brightly lit tunnel. You may not know it, but you are travelling under the main runway. Thanks to the way the lighting is set, the brightness of the dear day does not hurt your eyes. You turn right, and there in from is the bus park. You step down onto the gravelly road, and are told to be back not later than five o'clock.

Photo by G. Nolan (3D).


The first place you make for is the Queen's Building. It is about 100 feet high, and is reached by several flights of stairs. When you arrive at the top you arc looking down on the Viscount park. Also with the Viscounts are Dakotas and D.C.4's. After jolting down a few registration numbers in a book which you obtained from one of the stalls, you go down the steps 10 the cafe.

After a delicious meal you descend the steps to where there is a queue collecting for a trip around the airport. Within five minutes a smart yellow coach arrives. The driver moves off and heads for the runnel. After emerging into the bright sunshine, the bus turns right into a small road behind some wooden huts. These are the old customs sheds and catering huts. The bus soon picks up the main runway where the bigger aircraft arc. The driver stops in front of the big Super Constellation for the photographers. Then we move on to the B.O.A.C. hangers, outside of which stand the Comet 4's in all their splendour, glittering in the sun. Inside are two Brittanias and a Stratocruiser. As we pass round to the back there are more Brittanias being stripped of the old B.O.A.C. colours and being repainted.

All too soon the trip comes to an end, and the bus drives back through the tunnel to the Queen's Building ready to take on some more passengers. It is nearing five o'clock and you have to make your way back to the coach which is to take you home.

G. NOLAN (3D).


I must be good to mother,
For she is so, so kind,
And everything she tells me
I must directly mind;
For when I was a baby
And could not walk or talk,
She sang to me until I slept
And taught me how to talk.

I must be good to mother,
And when she wants to read,
Or has a headache, I must step
Most quietly indeed;
I must not play a noisy game,
Nor puny troubles tell,
But sit quite silent by her side,
And help to make her well.

H. T. MORGAN (4B).


While doing my homework I heard the 'phone ringing. Answering it, I heard my father's voice. He told me that the new Kent Fire Brigade station at Deal was open to the public from 10 a.m. to 4 p.m. that day, and that I should have to be accompanied by an adult if I wanted to view it.

When I reached the police station, where my father is a detective sergeant, he was not there, but soon arrived and told me that he could not come. However, he rang up Mr. Mathews of the fire station and asked if it would be all right for me to have a look round.

Mr. Mathews greeted me at the door and I was told to go up the stairs where a fireman had just started showing a few people round. I joined the party just in time to see the indoor games room, greasy pole and 'kitchen.' We went back down the stairs, past two red fire engines and out into the yard behind the new firemen's houses.

In a garage there we were shown another special engine, green in colour, which is used in time of war. Thousands of gallons of water can be pumped from a well or river through special polythene hoses for a very long time. We were told that if a bomb were dropped in a certain place, all districts within a half-mile radius of this spot would suffer from the effects. Then this engine would be used. It was also explained to us what the black 'H' on a yellow background stood for, and what the number above and beneath it meant.

Beside the garage was an adjoining building, in which were thirty to forty doors. Boilers under this building produce heat, and make the room very hot, and the firemen have to puzzle their way through the maze of doors, which can be altered, under intense heat during training. Beside this building was a lorry which the army had once owned but which had been handed to the brigade. The firemen guiding us said: “If you drive that lorry you can drive any other of the Kent Fire Brigade."

Then we were shown a practice tower where 'one hundred and one things can be done', as our guide said.

Going back across the yard the fireman told us what he was allowed to do off duty, and then about his financial position. Arriving at the other side of the yard we were shown various store rooms and also the radio car. When we were shown inside the main building again, we were told how each man, in the morning, was given a job, and the driver, for example, has to check the engine and put his gear in the cab. We were told all about the engines and about new inventions, such as the foam producer, and what the drill is when the engine has reached a fire.

Then our guide asked us if there were any more questions, and when he had answered them we thanked him cheerfully for a very pleasant and interesting morning.



It was half-past six on a hot summer's day last year. The sun was hot, and I was very pleased with myself.

My mind went back to the night before. I had a few pigeons, good ones. but they were mine and that was all that mattered. I had been asked to put in a pigeon to fill the basket. Mr. Hartley, the man over the road, was a strong pigeon fan, and "That pigeon won't even get out of the basket" summed up his opinion, that of his son Ronnie and Mr. Thorp's. I, however, had great hopes of this pigeon. I was not an expert on pigeons, but I knew that this was no ordinary bird.

It was put in the basket, and Ron and I took it up to the station. I was very excited for this was my first pigeon race; they were to be liberated from Chichester at 5.40. At 6.30 I went down the garden and let the other pigeons out. They flew over the aviary, through the alley and up into the sky. As I watched I felt a shiver run through me, for the birds that I was watching were mine, bred in my loft, tended and trained by me.

Would my pigeon win, or would it get lost?

After a while I went over to Mr. Hartley's house. He was in and as I opened the door he said: "Sorry, John. You've lost this race. We've got the winner, and Mr. Thorp's is a close second."

"That pigeon's better than you think," I said hotly. "If I win you give me five bob; if I lose I give you five bob. Are you on?"

"All right," he said, "but you'll lose."

Back in the garden I sat on a chair near the loft. Every now and then I stood up and scanned the sky. Nothing. Is it on its way home? Is it in the lead? Shall I win or lose?

On the loft were all my pigeons. Some were English, two Germans, one French and one Danish. They were all good pigeons lost in England. I had kept them and I looked upon them as my own.

I had bred a few pigeons. Not many, but what do you expect in the first year? The bird that I had sent was my favourite, bred from a dark chequer cock and a mealy-pied French hen. I had watched it grow, trained it and had even sat for hours looking at it. This was the best young bird I had. Not a good one compared with my uncle's, but can anyone in one year of pigeon breeding produce a loft champion?

I sat there until I heard a clapping, and there was my pigeon. He was gliding down onto the shed. I dashed up to the corn tin and gave it a vigorous shake; he heard this and flew onto the traps. He was a good trapper and in a few seconds he was in. I closed the door, hurried in and picked him up. As I did this I whistled to him and he calmed down.

I ran up the garden, out of the gate and straight over to Mr. Hanley's. As I opened the gale I yelled out that I had got my pigeon back. He turned round with a look of disbelief; then, when he saw the bird in my hand, he nearly dropped off the chair. I walked up to him and handed him the pigeon. He looked at it, opened its wing and held it up to the light.

“That's a good bird, John. Keep it for next year and you can breed with it."

As I walked over the road I could not help but admire it. Its eyes shone, and it showed no sign of fatigue. All the morning I walked around on air, and I realised there was some joy in pigeon racing.

After realising that this pigeon was no ordinary one, and having made up my mind to breed with it, all good things had to come to an end, and three weeks later I lost him. I knew it was bound to happen. Whoever has this pigeon, if it is still alive, I wish him luck.



Black hills stand against the lightening sky,
Then become clearer as the pale stars die.
Not a sound is borne aloft upon the fading breeze,
Which is not sufficient yet to fan the drooping trees.
As yet the tinkling brook is taken with the hush,
Then the cows stop eating, though the grass is lush,
Then the first pink fingers start to creep across the dark,
And across the hills comes the note of the lark.
Then the dawning chorus comes to shatter the air,
Bringing the red fox, in fright, from his lair,
And there will always be for me
The joy of that dawn symphony.


He sat reflecting on the harshness of his words.
His doubts troubled his unsettled mind,
But through the turmoil of the storm he heard
The voice of conscience saying: "Why decline?"
Straightway through the smothering death of dawn
He made his way through the jungle of his fears,
Then casting aside the torment of his mind so torn,
He made his way to Heaven with his conscience clear.
When the towering gates of Heaven first appeared
The man was filled with dumbness and with awe.
Stumbling, the lamb, exultant at finding the path,
Ran into Heaven, was accepted, and ran no more.


The climbers had looked up at the mist-shrouded peak for several days, hoping the clouds would lift for their climb. This day came at last and the sun beat down from an almost cloudless sky. They donned their leather jerkins, short trousers and Stout walking boots and set off.

It had been a rainy summer and the low places were boggy. As they squelched through the mud, trying to keep to the boulders, they pitied the less suitably equipped. Away behind them a snake-like road flashed in the sunlight. The climbers expected that when they reached the top, with beads of sweat standing out on their foreheads, they would feel like Cortez gazing across the Pacific for the first time. However, they were disillusioned, for as they reached the top they saw chattering people who were actually queuing for cups of tea. These no doubt had come up in the train. Their visit to the summit was brief, as after a very short time the train gave a whistle and they all rushed for their places to make the descent. They did not seem to appreciate the view which was indeed beautiful. The clouds scudded across the sky casting shadows on the mountainside. Anglesey a full ten miles distant, could be seen through the heal haze and the blue sky was reflected in the lakes II thousand feet below. Still feeling the heat, the climbers made their way down the mountain to a youth hostel, where they were to spend the night.

A few days later, they agreed with misgivings to climb Snowdon by moonlight with another climber. Clad in thick woollen pull-overs, leather jerkins and long trousers for protection against the cool night air, they set off. The moon, which was full, cast shadows and played tricks on their eyes and caused them to misjudge distances and stumble in squelchy black mud. As they groped their way up, the rocks, still holding the day's heat, felt warm in contrast with the cold air. When they reached the top they were surprised at what they saw; this was a scene worth sweating for; the crowds had gone, the cafe that had looked so incongruous under the heat of the mid-day sun now blended in harmony with the rest of the scene, looking like a huge face of bare rock. Everything was so quiet that they spoke in whispers. From the darkness the solitary bleat of a sheep broke the still silence. In the valleys the mist hung like wisps of cotton wool. Standing on the high peak everything felt wonderful and they seemed to be in another world. The whole skyline was like a backcloth bathed in silvery moonlight. This was a scene never to be forgotten, but even surrounded by such beauty, they were thankful for the steaming hot cocoa from the thermos flask.



I was very fortunate to be awarded a Leney Travelling Scholarship to enable me to spend three weeks cycling in France this summer. The primary purpose of my trip was to visit some of the caves containing paintings and engravings made by the Palæolithic (or Old Stone Age) peoples who inhabited France during the last phases of the last Glaciation. But my interest and enjoyment on this holiday were, of course, by no means restricted to this somewhat pedantic purpose; I found my attention continually occupied by the varying scenery of the countryside I passed through, by the new customs and way of life with which I was brought into contact, by the many interesting and kindly people I met; in short by all the novelties which a country such as France presents to a foreigner passing through its countryside for the first time.

I crossed from Folkestone to Boulogne on 22nd August, and went straight on by train to Paris. From Paris I continued on bicycle to the valley of the Vezærea tributary of the Dordognewhere a large number of caves and rock-shelters inhabited and decorated by Palæolithic man has been discovered during the past seventy years or so. Despite the recent commercialisation of the area, and in particular of the most famous of the caves with paintings and engravings, much still remains of the natural magnificence of the scenery. The limestone cliffs of the valley tower up vertically on each side of the river, crowned to their very edge with thick woods. In places an extra-resistant band of rock juts out above the road, forming a natural shelter such as was used as a home by the men of 50,000 years ago.

Although much of the original mystery and splendour of the Palæolithic art itself has been destroyed by the installation of electric light in the caves, and although the guide is usually in a hurry to rush one party through, collect his tips, and then start again with the next lot of people, the paintings, particularly in the world famous cave of Lascaux, are still vividly coloured, filled with life, and indeed awe inspiring. It is believed that most of the paintings, which are usually in the most remote caves, were executed for religious or ritualistic purposes; by sympathetic magic, the portrayal of an animal would help to bring copious supplies of that creature to the hunters. Certainly the realistic depiction of the animals indicates a very intimate knowledge and acute observation of them by the artists.

From the Vezère Valley I continued through Montauban and Toulouse to Montréjean, at the foot of the Pyrenees, where I visited the cave of Gargus which contains, besides engravings, handprints of Palæolithic men on its walls. These handprints often show mutilated fingers. This removal of finger joints is still practiced by certain primitive peoples today, for some ritualistic purpose, for example, as an initiation ceremony.

From Montréjean I went to St. Girons, where I spent three days. I think my stay there was the most enjoyable of the whole journey. Although the climate was rather damp and misty, the countryside was the most beautiful I saw in France. I went to visit a certain Count Begouen, on whose estate were two caves, one of which contained two bison sculptured in clay. His chateau was situated in a typical Pyrenean village, which consisted almost entirely of this chateau of the Count, the Church, and a few small cottages. On the way there I passed along a rough cart track, the fields on each side occupied by cows with tinkling bells round their necks. The Count was most kind and polite to me; although he said he was sorry that I could not visit the caves this year, he invited me to come back next year, and meanwhile showed me his private museum.

After my stay at St. Girons I had to start on my journey home. I arrived safely at Paris; my bike had not even had a puncture. However, I did manage to miss the train to Boulogne, and after a frantic hour rushing around the Gare du Nord I found I could catch a train at half-past seven that evening to Dunkirk. The crossing from Dunkirk to Dover during the clear and calm night certainly made up for my annoyance at missing the earlier train.

The boat entered Dover harbour just as dawn was breaking and I reached home at half-past six, more than ready for an enormous breakfast.




Last August 30 boys, accompanied by four adults, spent an enjoyable and instructive 10 days in Switzerland. Fortunately all the travel arrangements went reasonably smoothlyEast Kent bus from Dover to Folkestone, a calm and uneventful Channel crossing, and a journey by night through Eastern France (missing Paris) to Basle in Switzerland. Seating accommodation in the train was not over-generous, and most of us were a little weary and stiff-jointed by the lime we reached Basle, to breakfast in good style in the station restaurant (class II).

A neat, clean, comfortable electric train to Brunnen, and from there a bus ride up the hill to the terrace village and holiday resort of Marschach.


Photo by D Munn (4B)

We stayed at the Pension Adler, an unpretentious place, which nevertheless boasted a dining room where we had three adequate meals daily. Within a few hours of our arrival, things w ere enlivened by a violent thunder storm. We had gone out for our first walk, and were fortunate to shelter under a wooden canopy at the side of a Swiss farmhouse. The ensuing storm damage was visible for days afterwards.

Photo by Mr. Hull.


The weather was unkind to us, so that the long-anticipated tour of the three great passes (the Grimsel, Furka and Susten) was entirely spoiled by low cloud and rain. Even a later chair lift up the Frohnalpstock mountain, which lay at the side of our village, took us up, not to admire a splendid view, but into thick cloud. The same thing happened when we took the red and white Swiss train up the Rigi mountain. But there was sunshine on the top itselfa British-looking trig. point marked the summitand we busily photographed each other, in between consuming ice-creams, collecting rock and flower samples, and waiting for the train back downhill.

We visited William Tell's chapel, and the Ruttli meadow, which was said to be a notable national shrine, and saw much of the lakeside towns during a morning journey across the Vierwaldstatersee (Lake of Four Cantons, or, to us, Lake Lucerne), when we visited the city of Lucerne itself. Here there was a notable occasion, an hour spent in the glacier garden, where are preserved the fantastic shapes and relics of the Ice-Age. Lucerne provided us with most of our expensive purchases and presentsa source of embarrassment when we finally arrived back in Folkestone's customs shed.

Our journey home was again via Basle, where we had a very good meal; so back to the Channel coast; another wonderful crossing; the customs examiners and the waiting bus. Many of us will want to go again next time.


Photo by Mr. Hull.

Society Notes


Royal Navy Section

Annual training for the summer of 1959 was in H.M.S. Watchful (ex ML 2840) which was based at Chatham. Thirteen members of the section attended, including four of the dozen new recruits, and enjoyed themselves, even though three slept in the charthouse and two on the open bridge.

Meanwhile L/S. Duffy qualified as Quartermaster at H.M.S. Pembroke, Chatham.

At the time of writing senior members of the section are busy arranging equipment, firstly for the practical examinations for the Advanced and Ordinary Naval candidates which precede the theoretical examinations to be held in early December, and secondly, for flying on Fridays during the school terms the section's own flag from the school flag pole.


Royal Air Force Section


At the end of last term, W/O. I. G. Hopper, the senior cadet of the, contingent, left to take up his scholarship at the R.A.F. Technical College, Henlow. The section wish him every success in his training and subsequent career as an officer.

Towards the end of the summer holidays Cpl. Jarvis attended a ‘star camp' at No.6 Flying Training School, Ternhill, in Cheshire.

After the basic examination an unusually small percentage of the successful cadets entered the R.A.F. Section. This is probably the inevitable result of the generally poor appearance on parade of cadets in the section, a factor which contributes a great deal to recruitment.

The proficiency section are now working with army instructors on the new syllabus. The advanced section, although rather small numerically, has a good attendance, and cadets arc now completing their training prior to the examination at Christmas.

Several cadets will attend A.S.C. Hornchurch at the end of November in order to assess their suitability for aircrew duties and flying scholarships.

Army Section


The section remains small, but there is more enthusiasm, and with the entry of a few cadets from the Basic Section there: is a chance of new schemes.

I should like to take this opportunity to thank Sgt. Morris, who left after the: summer term, for all his valuable work in connection with the Section.

There is hope of obtaining an instructor from the Junior Leaders Battalion, and two or three cadets will be attending a P.T. course at Shorncliffe during the Christmas holidays.

F. A. PRUE (Sgt.)

Basic Section


The majority of cadets passed the summer Gen. A, Part I examination and are now in the section of their choice. Many thanks go to Mr. Hacket from Dover College for coming up to school and training the Section. A new entry is soon expected.

F. A. PRUE (Sgt.)


The Phoenix Club has been well attended this term on the whole, especially the two political meetings preceding the General Election. A play-reading was held in which the first act of “The Importance of Being Ernest" was read successfully despite attempts to improve upon Oscar Wilde's humour by a member of the cast. Mr. Evans introduced the play by giving a short talk on the position of Wilde amongst the 19th century dramatists: a short and enlightening discussion followed the reading.

There has been a talk on Archæology which was instructive and opened a possible new field to many of the audience. We hope to hold a talk and a debate later in the term, and there is a possibility that we may hire a film and show it.

New members arc always welcome: all fourth, fifth and sixth form boys may attend the meetings which are held every fortnight on a Wednesday. They are held in the Library and usually last about an hour.

Compiled from various sources by D.J.B.


The Library is gradually returning to normal. Although at the lime of writing only a small proportion of the books have been re-classified, a copy of the full Bliss classification system has been ordered, and this should facilitate what must necessarily be a slow process. It is difficult for anyone outside the Library to realise how much work re-classification involves: it is not simply a matter of changing one number in each book, although that of itself is not easy in a library of 5,000 books.

In this period of apparent confusion we arc glad of the assistance of a number of 4th formers, in particular Abbott, Edwards, Huntley, Littlehales, Matcham, Player, Pratt, and Turmaine, as well as the 'old faithfuls' who have been mentioned in previous years.



The meetings held in the first half of the Autumn Term covered a variety of aspects of French civilisation. Members took part in reading a selection of the fables of La Fontaine. M. Mede gave us a description of the district around Toulouse, and it pays tribute to such talks that there arc now few districts of France that we do not feel that we have visited ourselves, even though we may never have set foot on French soil. Following tradition, two members were persuaded to give short talks on any subject they liked; Mr. Clipsham and Mr. Stubbs, speaking on their holidays on Leney Travelling Scholarships, succeeded in the very difficult task of maintaining the interest of a dozen sixth formers while speaking in a foreign language, Certainly these talks are of value to the 'victim' and to the listener, and spoken French has always been the foundation of this Cercle.

Attendances at meetings have been about the same as in previous years, but there will always be room for more fourth and fifth as well as sixth formers.



Last term was for the choir a particularly successful one. In June, at the Kent Music Festival, we retained the 'Honeyball' Cup for four part male voice choirs with unaccompanied performances of 'The Sally Gardens' arranged by Deale and 'Good Wine' by E. J. Moeran, both of which won high praise from the adjudicator, Dr. Greenhouse Alt, who compared the choir very favourably with choirs from public schools.

At the end of term, the choir was called upon to perform in the concert at which the newly-purchased Steinway grand piano was used for the first time, and one member, R. M. Smith, also sang a group of solo items.

This term is proving rather a difficult one, for we are badly feeling the loss of three senior boys, C. C. Turner, J. F. Marsh and G. J. Can, who over the years have given invaluable service to the choir, and the difficulties have been increased by the usual movement of trebles to alto and altos to tenor and bass. In spite of this, however, the choir will play its usual part in the proceedings on Speech Day, and will also take part in the Christmas Concert to be held at the end of term.


The long-awaited concert piano was delivered just in time for the school concert which was held at the end of the summer term. Among the items performed by the orchestra was a piano concerto by J. Haydn.

We are sorry to lose two of our senior members this term but are glad to welcome D. Scarnell who plays the clarinet and has thus doubled our wind section! We shall soon be preparing something for the Christmas concert, after which our attention will be drawn towards Open Evening.

At present the school orchestra numbers fifteen players, including violins, viola, 'cellos, flute and clarinet. A further group of violinists from the tower forms make up a junior orchestra of twelve players whose ambition is to enter the senior orchestra at the earliest possible moment.

Through the kind help of the Rural Music School the majority of our players receive their instrumental lessons under our own roof.

It is hoped to encourage more boys to take up a musical instrument and the school would be most grateful for any gifts of orchestral instruments no longer needed by old boys or friends.


At last the weather has stopped the most successful season ever sailed by Dover Grammar School helmsmen. We have had perfect weather throughout the summer. The three school boats were used, together with five privately owned boats, to produce a very good selection of cups.

At the beginning of the year we had a total membership of 62. This looked as if a little sailing would have to go a long way, but having paid their 5/- subscription the majority did not turn up for sailing 1 These kind people, however, put us in a much better financial situation.

The racing has been particularly good. In local faces for cups offered by the Royal Cinque Ports Yacht Club our helmsmen have won nine out of the 12. Away, C. Goldsmith and W. Shepherd distinguished themselves, the former especially by turning' bottom-up' in most important events. A. Lock did exceptionally well to win the Southern Enterprise Championship in the face of strong opposition. In our own races A. Sencicle pulled off a surprising win against all the regularly racing helmsmen in the Lock Trophy. This is most encouraging to those who cannot race regularly. M. J. Hudsmith, sixth in the Moth meeting, is much worthier of praise than it would seem at first glance, for he was racing against the top helmsmen of a very 'hot' class.

Here 1 must say a word about D. A. Bevan who has taken up a position with the Atomic Energy Commission. He left after being Sailing Captain for two years, and it was he who helped Mr. Large more than anyone else to get the Club going. We wish him every success in his new career. W. Shepherd, another good helmsman, has left to start a career in the Royal Navy. He tells me that there is no lack of sailing at Dartmouth.

Our thanks arc due especially to Capt. Haes and the Royal Cinque Ports Yacht Club for their friendly co-operation.

For the spectator


To many of you who watch the dinghies racing in the harbour we seem to do peculiar things. Let me explain. Boars, and dinghies in particular, vary a great deal, so it is only common sense to try to get as many of one kind racing together as possible. In Dover there are four main classes of dinghy:

The Enterprise Class. 13½ feet long, blue sails with the letter 'E ' on the mainsail together with the boat's own number.

The Firefly Class. 12 feet long, usually white sails with the letter 'F' and a number on the mainsail.

The Heron Class. 11½ feet long, short mast with gaff 'extension,’ any colour sails with silhouette of a heron and a number on the mainsail. The school Herons have the numbers 117, 296, 551, and in place of one of these we have a new suit of sails on which arc the letters 'D.G.S.’

The Moth Class. 11 feet long, one sail usually white, ‘scoop' bow, only a number on the sail. Usually capsized.


Dinghies usually race round a series of buoys, starting and finishing in front of the Yacht Club. The boats are given a warning gun ten minutes from the start, another at five minutes and another at the start. The object is to have one's boat on the line. moving fast and clear of other boats' disturbed wind, exactly as the gun goes. If one is over the line too soon then it must recross the line and start again. The boats then sail round the course obeying a code of rules which dictates which boat has right of way. etc. If there is an infringement of these rules the boat concerned must retire at once. The winning boat is usually given a gun.

Sailing is an interesting sport to watch if you know what to look for.


Event.   No. of Sch. entries   Position.
R.Y.C.Y.C. Regatta   6   1, 2, 4; 3 capsized
Kent week, Whitstable   3   1, 1, 1, 2, 2, 2, 4.
Southern Enterprise Champ   2   1, 12 (out of 25)
Fleetwood Enterprise Champ   1   5 (out of 30)
North Open Meeting   1   6 (out of 13)
Team Race v. Maidstone S.C. :   Home. Herons won, Moths won, Ent lost.
    Away. Herons lost, Moths won, Ent lost.
Out of 12 cups offered by R.Y.C.Y.C.  the club won 9.


Lock Trophy: A. Sensicle. Johnson Trophy for first year helmsmen G. Larkins.



Let a veil or silence be drawn across this year's cricket team. If you must peer beyond the veil, look at the results set out below with unflinching candour. The team drew its early matches, won a notable victory and then virtually disintegrated.

"The rest is silence" as Hamlet remarked when he came to the end.

2nd May. v Harvey G.S. Draw. Harvey 96 for 1 dec. School 67 for 7.
9th May. v Simon Langton. Draw. Langton 121 for 4 dec. School 96 for 7.
23rd May. v Faversham G.S. Draw. School 97 for 7 dec. Wellard 58. Faversham 74 for 8, Wellard 4 for 24.
30th May. v Duke of Yorks. Draw. School 145 for 3 dec. Burkimshaw 63, Wellard 62. Duke of York’s 66 for 2.
5th June. v Britannic House. Draw. School 163 for 9 dec. Goodman 45, Wellard 41. Britannic 130 for 6.
13th June. v King’s 2nd. Won. School 114, King’s 87. Goodban 8 for 38.
20th June. v Manwood’s. Lost. School 36. Manwood’s 37 for 3.
24th June. v Parents. Won. Parents 54, Thacker 6 for 29. School 55 for 9.
27th June. v Ashford G.S. Lost. School 26. Ashford 27 for 1.
4th July. v Harvey. Lost. School 32. Harvey 35 for 3.
18th July. v Old Boy’s XI. Lost. Old Boys 86. Goodban 7 for 50. School 81, Winter 5 for 25.


Colours were re-awarded to Hopper, the captain, Thacker and Goodban; and newly awarded to Burkimsher, the Vice-Captain, and Wellard.



Although the quality or the cricket was technically little, if any, better than that of last year, the 2nd XI w as decidedly more successful and much of the credit must go to Woodcock in whom the team possessed an alert and efficient captain whose experience enabled him to avoid so many of the mistakes by which captaincy is learned. He enjoyed his responsibilities and certainly created a good impression both on and off the field. More than once he sized up the situation in time and by taking risks, especially with his own wicket, was able to seize the situation. Naturally such tactics were not invariably successful but at any rare led to conclusions in all but one of the matches.

Low scores were common but improved as the season advanced; Graham, Woodcock and Gill all made runs on their day, but the batting lacked solidity though Cole's availability at the end of the season added considerably to the general confidence.

Our bowling suffered from lack of official variety. Probably too much reliance was placed on fast bowlers who, with the exception of Graham, were neither accurate nor particularly successful. Bowlers who have earned high dividends by intimidation lower down the school seem to learn very slowly and unwillingly that length and direction are much more important than speed.

The fielding proved well up to standard despite a few sad lapses. At this stage much can be excused, but it is unforgivable to potter about like old men or fail to recover smartly after misfielding, however unfortunately. Still, very good exhibitions by Graham, Howard, Wheeler, Woodcock and Gill can be recalled and these were well supported by the ream as a whole.

A more than usually enjoyable season.


TEAM: Woodcock (Capt.), Graham, Coles, Gibb, Wheeler, Macfarlane, Rees, Cairns, May, Howard, Gill, Wilson, Beer, Mitchison.


37 (for 9)   Harvey G.S 36   Won
44   Simon Langton 99   Lost
57   Faversham G.S. 27   Won
97   Duke of York's 35   Won
68   King's 3rd 69 (for 3)   Lost
68   Manwood’s 58   Won
51 (for 7)   Ashford G.S. 123 (for 6 dec.)   Drawn
104 (for 3 dec.)   Harvey G.S, 105 (for 5)   Lost
64   Junior Leaders 50   Won



The under 15 XI won one match, drew one and lost three. The season was, however, not so disappointing as this record might suggest. The games against Sir Roger Manwood's and Dane Court might easily have gone in our favour and we finished on a good note by drawing very creditably with Harvey G.S. who had beaten us easily in our first game, when we were unable to field out best team.

As the season progressed the side improved and developed an excellent team spirit. Woodruff, Eade and Brown showed good form with the bat, and howling honours were shared by Woodruff, Bing and Brown.

The regular playing members were Woodruff (Captain), Hodgkinson, Brown, Eade, Nadin. Beer, Cowans, Dixon, Bing, Clements, Goodfellow, and Smith.

Godfrey's loyal help as scorer was much appreciated.



36   Harvey G.S. 130   Lost
111 (for 5 dec.)   Duke of York’s 41   Won
67   Manwood’s 88   Lost
61   Dane Court 67 for 8   Lost
58 for 4   Harvey G.S. 88 for 8 dec.   Drawn



This was a depressing season, all the matches being lost by a wide margin.

Although the team was not strong in any department, it was again the batting which was the main weakness. There was a general reluctance to move into the line of the ball; in fact the movement was sometimes in the opposite direction, Only Packman showed sufficient determination to score many runs.

The bowling and fielding were moderate hut did not give cause for much enthusiasm.

It is not an easy task to captain a consistently losing team, but Blunt retained his enthusiasm and handled the somewhat meagre resources at his disposal to the best advantage.

Teams were selected from:Blunt (Capt.), Bradley, Dyer, Glanville, Gubbins, Humble, Larkins, Lemar, Packman, Pratt, Revell, Tritton and Warriner.

2nd May, at Folkestone School 32; Harvey G.S. 333 Lost
9th May, at Canterbury School 27; Simon Langton 310 Lost
23rd May, at Dover School 44; Faversham 152 Lost
30th May, at Guston School 59; D.Y.R.M.S. 98 Lost
30th June, at Sandwich School 37; Manwood’s 384 Lost
27th June, at Ashford School 46; Ashford G.S. 1744 dec. Lost
4th July, at Dover School 39; Harvey G.S. 423 Lost



We had a very promising XI this year and the enthusiasm was good to sec, Several of the Under 12's will make a name for themselves higher up in the school. The following boys have played in the team: Gore, Briggs, Gibb, Leverington, Wellard, Glanville, Atkins, Philpott, Silkstone, Lewis, Pique, Shinfield and Macrae.

School 39 Duke of York’s 66 Lost
School 46 Archer’s Court 59 Lost
School 82 for 5 Duke of York’s 79 Won


With the exception of the swimming sports, school swimming was again confined 10 a selected group of thirty boys who attended the weekly sessions at the Duke of York's School bath and prepared for examinations of the Amateur Swimming Association and Royal Life Saving Society.

With the limited amount of time for practice, it is creditable that a total number of twenty-six awards was gained. Possibly in the future when the Dover Corporation's plans for building an all the year round swimming bath in the town are brought to fruition, the number will increase four or live fold. It is possible that school swimming may eventually be allowed to flourish!

The following awards were gained: A. Loveard, Captain of Swimming, must be congratulated on the high standard reached.


Amateur Swimming Association Proficiency: Medallist Award: W. Bloomfield, J. Castle, P. Croskerry, P. Hodgkinson, J. Hood, P. Jones, B. Lawrence, C. McCarthy, D. McCrae, C. McDonald, J. Pirt, D. Relf, K. Wells and J. Whetlon.


Advanced Medallist: A. Loveard, who also gained a Bronze Standard for 100 yards Back Stroke (79.1 sec.)


Royal Life Saving Society: Intermediate J. Brodie, P. Jones.


Bronze Medallion: J. Davidson, D. Todhuntcr, J. Watts, J. Whetlon.


Bronze Cross: C. McCarthy, J. McFarlane, M. Nice.


Award of Merit: M. McManus.


Results of the Swimming Sports:

Under 14.

20 metres Free Style: Lawrence, Jones, Wells, Dry, 20.0 sec

50 metres Free Style: Dane, Larter, Fish, Waters, 46.7 secs

25 metres Breast Stroke: Lawrence, Davidson, Lister, Wells, 23.7 secs

25 metres Back Stroke: Davidson, Dane, Larter, Burtenshaw 21.9 secs. (Record)

Relay: Park, Frith, Astor, Priory 100.0 secs.

Junior Champion: Lawrence,


25 metres Free Style: Hodgkinson. Cairns, Henson, Beer, 16.9 secs.

50 metres Free Style: Bonnage, Nice, Castle, Ludlam, 38.1 sec. (Record)

100 metres Free Style: Bonnage, Hodgkinson, Burk, 95.0 sec.

50 metres Breast Stroke: Pettet, Bonnage, Ludlam, Allerton 47.0 secs. (Record)

25 metres Back Stroke: Nice, Cairnes, Graham, Henson 22.5 secs.

Relay: Astor, Frith. 75.8 secs. (Record)

Intermediate Champion:  Bonnage.

Over 16.

25 metres Free Style: McCarthy, Reec, Periton, Farrow. 17.6 secs.

50 metres Free Style: Loveard, Watts, Todhunter, Whetton. 35.8 secs. (Record)

200 metres Free Style: Loveard, McCarthy, Todhunter. 3 min. 32.9 secs. (Record)

50 metres Breast Stroke: McManus, Mcfarlane, Relf, Hayward. 49.6 secs.

100 metres Breast Stroke: McMlanus, Mcfarlane, Relf. 114.5 secs.

50 metres Back Stroke: Loveard, McDonald, Watts, Hayward. 42.1 secs. (Record)

Relay: Frith, Priory, Astor, Park. 76.7 secs. (Record)

Senior Champion: Loveard.

House Points: Priory 56, Aster 52, Frith 49, Park 32.


The succession of training sessions, standard tests, heats, sports days and marches which makes up the athletics season was much favoured this year by the glorious summer weather. There were, however, disappointing exceptions; at both the Kent Schools' meeting and on Sports Day, strong winds created difficult conditions. The runners had either to battle into the teeth of a gale or were wafted along with surprising case and the throwers found their implements behaving most strangely, as these were the only two meetings to include pole vaulting, Bloomfielda specialist in the eventhad no opportunity of showing his true ability.

In athletics learns, our strength has been evenly spread over both track and field events. We were without outstanding sprinters and yet, by good team work, were able to win relay races, Our high jumping was the best for some years with R. Wheeler and J. Whetton outstanding, the latter clearing 5 ft. 9 in, on one occasion.

We were fortunate in having a number of seasoned veterans with three or four years of senior competition, W, Brady was probably the most versatile and was unbeaten in Mile races. A. McCaig again performed well in both the throws and half miling. I. Murton had the rare distinction of winning the school Putting the Weight event for three successive years while R. Booth set a fine example by his steady application to training.

These four were awarded colours, as also were W. Bloomfield and J. Whetton.


Match against Sir Roger Manwood'sJune 7th, at Dover.

The visiting teams provided only weak opposition and we won nineteen out of the twenty-one events.

Noteworthy performances were:

SENIORS:   M. Williams,   100 yds.   10 secs.
    R. Booth,   440 yds.   54.5 secs.
JUNIORS:   R. Wheeler,   High Jump   5 ft. 4 in.
    M. Smith,   Javelin   147 ft. 1 in


South-East Kent Schools' Championships (Under 15) at Astor School June 10th.

With ten schools taking part, competition was extremely keen. Astor were clear winners after which only four points separated the next six places. The school was placed sixth.

W. Nadin led all the way to win the 880 yds. in 2 mins. 25.1 secs. after having to run in a heat for the event. At only 12 years of age C. Borley finished second in the 220 yds. and showed great promise for future years.

Others to earn selection for the S.E. Kent team were P Hodgkinson2nd in the weightand M. Woodruff3rd in the 80 yds. Hurdles.

Kent Schools’ Championships at Paddock WoodJune 27th.

Although leaving Dover in heavy rain and having to stop en route for repairs to the bus, the S.E. Kent contingent, including twenty-four of our boys, managed to arrive safely at Paddock Wood and to compete most successfully. In the Junior Boys' section, the S.E. Kent team were placed first, and they were second in the intermediate and Senior sections.

The organisers of the meeting had to contend with difficult weather and the lack of a proper programme due to the printing strike but eventually managed to complete the long list of events.

The following were placed in the first four of their event:

SENIOR:   W. Boomfield   1st Pole Vault,   10 ft. 3 in. (Record)
    I. Murton   3rd Weight    
    J. Whetton   3rd High Jump    
    R. Booth   4th 440 yds.    
INTERMEDIATE:   M. Grant   3rd 220 yds.    
    J. Castle   3rd Pole Vault    
    M. Hudsmith   4th 100 yds.    
    M. Grant,   3rd Relay    
    W. Glanville,   3rd Relay    
    M. Hudsmith,   3rd Relay    
    R. Wheeler   3rd Relay    
JUNIOR:   M. Woodruff   3rd 80 yds. Hurdles    
    P. Hodgkinson   3rd Weight    

Duke of York's School Athletics Cup at GustonJuly 4th.

The school has won this competition ever since its inception. We were again successful this year but by the narrowest of margins, the result being determined by the final relay. Having won the sprints, Chatham House were the favourites but our ream of Booth, Grant, Hudsmith and Periton managed to score a surprising win.

Outstanding among our team's performances were Brady's mile in 4mins. 48.6 secs. When he strode right away from the field in the last lap and Whetton's impressively easy win in the High Jump with a height of 5 ft. 9 ins.

Other individual successes were:

A. McCraig:   lst Javelin   149 ft.7ins
I. Murton   1st Weight    
A. Periton   1st Long Jump   18 ft. 10 ins
R. Booth   2nd 440 yds.   53.4 secs.
A. McCaig   2nd Discus    
W. Brady   2nd Hop, Skip, Jump   40 ft. 3 ins.

Milocarian Trophy Competition.

Throughout the season, the performances were recorded of some thirty sixteen and seventeen year olds, each in three events. It was then possible to compile the school's second entry in this competition.

The twenty-six schools enteredsix more than last yearincluded some of the country's strongest athletics schools. It was therefore no surprise to find that in spite of a score, some six per cent up on last year, we could only manage to be placed twenty-second. We can fell pleased with our improvement and hope that it can be maintained year by year.

Our top scorn was M. Grant and W. Bloomfield had the distinction of recording the best pole vault performance in the competition.




One new event, the 200 yards hurdles, was included in this year's programme.

A strong, blustery wind, putting competitors out of their stride, made hurdling difficult, but it is a spectacular event and we look forward to its continued inclusion in all future Sports Day programmes.

While the strong winds played havoc with many eventsthe Pole Vault had to be abandoned, the Javelin throwers experienced great difficulty in landing their missiles point first, hurdles were blown over and competitors in the longer track events had to battle against a very strong head-windyet they blew Hudsmith lustily down the straight in the Senior 100 yards to equal the record set up by Simmonds in 1950.

Competition was keen throughout the afternoon and in a very close finish Priory won the day (but only after a recount) with a three point lead from Park.

The Cups and Trophies were presented by Mrs. David Bradley.

Under 12½
80 yds.: Glanville T., Dean, Miller, Kearon, Wellard. 9.8 sec.
150 yds.: Glanville T., Millar, Silkstone. Kearon. 20.3 sec.
Long Jump: Allen, Silkstone, Cork, Delahaye, Butler. 10 ft, 11½ in,
Shuttle Relay: Priory, Frith, Astor, 46 sec.

100 yds.: Borley, Walker, Summers, Meehan, Pumphrey. 10.6 sec. (Record)
220 yds.: Borley. Chenery. Littlehales, Gubbins, Pumphrey. 27 sec.
75 yds. Hurdles: Meehan, Roberts, Walker, Summers, Horton. 11.9 sec. (Equal Record)
High Jump: Jones, Davidson, Brodie, Chenery, Howard. 4 ft 4½ ins.
Cricket Ball: Davidson, Walker, Briggs, Russell, Bradley. 74 yds 1 ft. 6 ins.
Relay: Park, Frith, Priory, Astor. 56.7 secs.

100 yds.:Glanville W., Grigsby, Nadin, Williams, Hodgkinson. 10.6 sec. (Equal Record)
220 yds.: Wheeler, Ludlam, Williams, Boys, Hodgkinson. 25 secs.
440 yds.: Glanville, W., Futcher, Hutt, Fairclough, 60 secs.
880 yds.: Ludlam, Nadin, Castle, Mylchreest, Smith. 2 mins. 18.2 secs.
110 Hurdles: Grigsby, Woodruff, Nice. 16 secs.
200 Hurdles: Glanville W., Wheeler, Grigsby, Smith. 26.5 secs.
Javelin: Smith, Futcher, Castle, Cairns, J., Eade. 120 ft. 7 ins.
Hop, Skip, Jump: Grigsby, Nadin, Mylchreest, Cairns, J. 32 ft 10 ins.
Relay: Astor, Priory, Park, Frith. 51.7 secs.

Over 16.
100 yds.: Hudsmith, Williams. Lewis, Mackie, Morris. 10 secs. (Equal Record)
220 yds.: Grant, Hudsmith, Williams, Periton, Steer. 24.2secs.
440 yds.: Booth, Thorp, Fordham, McDonald, Strank. 57 secs.
Mile: Brady, Padfield, McManus, Constable, Strank. 4 mins. 50.1 secs.
120 yrs. Hurdles.: Booth, McManus, Brady, Mackie, 16.6 secs.
200 yds. Hurdles.: Booth, Grant, Periton, Johnson. 26.5 secs.
Discus: McCaig, Hudsmith, Murton, Clark, Lewis. 108 ft. 9 ins.
Javelin: Relf. McCaig, Whetton, Burkimsher, Lewis. 135 ft. 4 ins.
Shot: Murton, McCaig, McManus, Moore, McDonald 40 ft. 1 in.
Pole Vault: Bloomfield, Thacker, N., Burkimsher. 9 ft.
Relay: Astor, Priory, Frith, Park 48.4 secs.

Individual Championships.
Senior ... R. G. Booth.
Intermediate… R. Wheeler.
Junior… J. M. Davidson.

House Championship.
Priory: 359. Park: 356. Astor: 333. Frith: 322

Triangular Match against Dover College and Chatham House, at FarthingloeJuly 15th.

This fixture is usually the most attractive of the season, and the perfect weather and our teams' successes made this year's event memorable. Competition was close and in both Junior and Senior sections the match result depended on the outcome of the last relay race.

There were many performances of merit. W. Brady carried off the Mile in 5 mins. 44.2 secs., was second in the 880 and won the Javelin with a throw of 153 ft. We won both High Jumps, R. Wheeler with 5 ft 4 ins. and J. Whetton with 5 ft. 7¾ ins. which equalled the match record. In the junior Javelin, M. Smith set up a new record of 149 ft., an achievement he had earned by steady, hard training. W. Glanville snatched the verdict in a close 440 yds, run in 56.5 secs.

Perhaps the most rousing effort of the afternoon was by J. Ludlam, a junior in the senior Mile event. Competing as a last minute substitute, he ran a most determined and well judged race to beat all his opponents and finish second to Brady.

Finally, although outclassed in the sprints, we won the senior relay and the Juniors were only just beaten on the post.

Match results:

SENIORS   Dover G.S.   83 points
    Dover College   68 points
    Chatham House   59 points
JUNIORS   Chatham House   79½ points
    Dover G.S.   77½ points
    Dover College   38 points



1st XV,   RUGBV FIXTURES, 1960
Jan 23   Royal Marine Boys, Deal   Away   2.30 p.m.
Jan 30   Junior Leaders Staff and Boys XV   Home   2.30 p.m.
Feb 6   Thanet Wanderers "A"   Away    
Feb 13   King's Canterbury, Under 16 XV   Home   2.30 p.m.
Feb 20   (Half Term)        
Feb 27   Royal Marine Boys, Deal   Home   2.30 p.m.
Mar 5            
Mar 12   Junior Leaders Staff and Boys XV   Away   2.45 p.m.
March 19   Canterbury “Extra A”   Away    
March 26   Dover “A”   Away    
Apr. 2   Old Pharosians'   Home   2.30 p.m.
Under 16 XV.            
Jan. 23   Royal Marine Boy's, Deal   Home   2.30 p.m.
Jan. 30   Deal Secondary School   Home   2.30 p.m.
Feb. 6   Dane Court Technical School   Away   2.30 p.m.
Feb. 13   King's, Canterbury. Under 15 XV   Home   2.30 p.m.
Feb. 20   (Half Term)        
Feb. 27   Royal Marine Boys, Deal   Away   2.30 p.m.
Mar. 5   Junior Leaders   Away   2.45 p.m.
Mar.12   Dane Court Technical School   Home   2.30 p.m.
Mar. 19   Junior Leaders   Home   2.30 p.m.
Mar. 26   Deal Secondary School   Away   2.30 p.m.
Under 15 XV.            
Jan. 30   Walmer Secondary School   Away   2.30 p.m.
Feb. 6   Brockhill Secondary School, Hythe   Home   2.30 p.m.
Feb. 13   Aylesham Secondary School   Home   10.30 a.m.
Feb. 20   (Half Term)        
Feb. 27            
Mar. 5   Walmer Secondary School   Home   2.30 p.m.
Mar.12   Brockhill Secondary School, Hythe   Home   2.30 p.m.
Mar. 19            
Mar. 26   Aylesham Secondary School   Away   2.30 p.m.




Last year Astor finished second in the House Championship owing to a joint effort in all activities from both senior and Junior members, Mackie last year's House Captain, worked hard in organising teams for the various sports; he was highly successful, and once again Astor moved up a place in the Championship. It is essential this year that all members should combine to make Astor 'top house' again, which we were for so many years.

Several of the senior members who helped in last year's revival, notably Todhunter, captain of the P.T. team, and some rugby and football enthusiasts, have returned to school this term.

For the second year we gained many points from athletics standards, and did very well in the P.T. competition.

To the new boys who have joined Astor House this term we extend a warm welcome, and hope in return that they will be proud of their House and strive to put it in front in the Championship table.

This term we are sharing top place in soccer, and it is up to the junior teams to do as well as the second XI who won all their matches.



In the summer term We finished fairly high up in cricket and athletics but our position in the House Championship was very disappointing, despite the efforts of our former House Captain to persuade boys to turn out for for various teams.

This year I feel that if the second team had shown as much enthusiasm as the first did the football cup would have been ours without any trouble. Judging from the response of most boys, however, I think that we can look forward to a fairly successful year.

Finally, we welcome thirty new boys to the House and hope that amongst them we shall find some of the much needed talent.



Last year was an exasperating year: the House had all the talent needed to win the House Championship Shield, but the Shield, like the Athletics Championship, slipped from our grasp at the final stage, This was not the fault of the House as a whole: for example, the first three places in the Powell Cup were gamed by Park House members, and the House cricket 2nd Xl, after a bad defeat in their first match, fought back to win convincingly their last two games. Even more pleasing than these was our gaining, for the third year running, the highest number of standard points, which shows what can be done with some effort on the part of all House members.

The real reason for failure was the poor spirit of about a dozen boys who had ability but who, instead of being proud to use it for the House, skulked behind a handful of miserably inadequate excuses. We look to those who have ability, 6th formers especially, to set a high standard of House loyalty, so that their example will inspire the rest of the House to 100% effort all the time.



Thanks to a splendid effort in athletics, cricket and swimming Priory managed to make up the points deficit that had kept it in third position at the beginning of the summer term, and so became Champion House for the third year in succession. On this occasion the Championship struggle was exceptionally keen right to the end and Priory got home by the narrowest possible margin, with all depending on the outcome of the last cricket match. Priory won every competition except Swimming and cross-country running, and, in achieving this success, owed much to the fine leadership of Murton and Booth.

This coming year could bring the House Championship to Priory once more, for we have the means, but the task will be a long and difficult one, calling for a concerted effort throughout by all members, We must concentrate above all on those events in which we failed last year; our poor performance in cross-country running, let, us remember, nearly cost us the Championship, I hope all newcomers will take an interest in the House activities and so help maintain the proud record.

At the time of these notes half of this year's football matches have been played, and the House lies close behind Astor and Frith. A significant feature of these matches has been the wealth of talent Priory possesses in the junior school. The second and third form teams should remain undefeated, and if they do we may still win the football cup.

In conclusion I remind senior members of the House to make a great effort in next term's activities, for it is often then that the Championship is decided.



ABATE, B. P. (1954). G.C.E. (O) 1. House 2nd XI Cricket, Soccer; C.C.F. (R.N.); Puppet Club, To R.N.

ADAMS, A. R. (1955). G.C.E. (O) 4.

ALLTIMES, R. L. (1955). To Portsmouth.

ANNING, R. (1957). G.C.E. (O) 4. To Nelbarden, Mech. Engineerin.

APPLETON, T. G. (1954).

BEARDSELL, G. C. (1954). G.C.E (O) 2. School under 15 Soccer; House 2nd XI Cricket; Gym. Club. To Civil Service.

BEER, E. C. (1954). To Army Apprentice School.

BEVAN, D. A. (1951) G.C.E. (O) 8, (A) 4. Prefect, Phoenix Soc.; Film Soc.; C.C.F. (R.N.); Sailing Club (Captain). To Imperial College, London.

BOOTH, R. G. (1951). G.C.E. (O) 7, (A) 4. Deputy Head Prefect; Dramatic Soc.; Phoenix Soc.; S.C.M. (Secretary); Cerclc Francais; Chess Club; School Soccer; Athletics, Cross-Country; Tennis. To Jesus College, Oxford.

BRADY, W. D. (1951). G.C.E. (O) 5, (A) 2. Prefect; Cercle Francais; Chess Club; School Soccer; Rugby; Cricket; Athletics (Capt.); Cross-Country (Capt.); Basket-ball (Capt.); Tennis. To N.C.B.

BURKIMSHER, J. F. (1952). G.C.E. (O) 7. (A) 4. Prefect; School Soccer; Cricket (Colours). To Pharmacy.

BUTCHER, H. L. (1957). G.C.E. (O) 5. Phoenix Soc. To Canterbury Art School.

CAIRNS, B. D. (1955).

CATT, G . T. (1952). G.C.E. (O) 7, (A) 3. Choir; Orchestra; Cercle Francais; Phoenix Soc.; Film Soc. To University College, London.

CLARK, B. J. (1952), G.C.E. (O) 4. Gym. Club; C.C.F. (R.N.); School Basket-ball. To Royal Marines.

CLARKE, R. G. (953). G.C.E. (O) 7.

COLES, J. C. (1952). G.C.E. (O) 4.

COOMBES, P. W. (1954). G.C.E. (O) 7. To Accountancy.

CORBY, G. E. (1953). G.C.E. (O) 5. To R.A.F.

DEARDEN, R. (1952). G.C.E. (O) 6. (A) 1. Cercle Francais. To N.C.B.

DIXON, R. (1954). School 2nd XI Cricket. To Newcastle.

EDEN, A. R. (1959).

FAGG, J. E. (1953). G.C.E. (O) 1. Puppet Club; House 2nd XI Cricket. To Central Electricity Board.

FORSYTH, A. J. (1954). G.C.E. (O) 1. To Folkestone Technical School.

FOUET, (1954). G.C.E. (O) 2, To R.N.

FRIEND, D. E. (1953), G.C.E. (O). To Sanitary Dep.

GAMMON, B. (1954). G.C.E. (O) 1. House 1st XI Cricket; C.C.F. (R.A.F.). To Wiggins Teape.

GIBB, J. (1954). Cricket 1st XI; School Under 16 Rugby. Police Cadet.

GOODBAN, J. (1951). G.C.E. (O) 5, (A) 2. School 1st XI Cricket; House 1st XI Soccer; Chess Club; Cercle Francais; Phoenix Club. To Sheffield University.

GOVIER, A. J. (1955). To Army

GRANT, M. O. (1951). G.C.E. (O) 4. To Fleet Air Arm.

GREEN, P. A. (1958). To Simon Langton's.

HAMMOND, P. P. (1958). To St. Leonard's.

HARVEY, M. G. (1955). To R.N.

HAYWARD, W. J. (1952). G.C.E. (O) 4.

HOPPER, I. G. (1955) G.C.E. (O) 7, (A) 3. School Soccer; Rugby; Cricket (Capt.); Hockey; C.C.F. (R.A.F.) (Senior Cadet); Dramatic Soc.; S.C.M.; Prefect; House Captain. To R.A.F. College.

HOPPER, I. R. (1951). G.C.E, (O) 8, (A) 4. To Southampton University.

JARVEST, R. F. (1952). G.C.E. (O) 6, (A) 1.

JOHNSON, F. R. (1954). G.C.E. (O) 5. Puppet Club. To G.P.O.

JOHNSON, P. S. (1954). G.C.E.. (O) 7, (A) 1. To Petbows.

JOHNSON, D. H. (1952). G.C.E. (O) 5, (A) 2. School Rugby; Athletics; House Soccer; Cricket; C.C.F. (Army); Chess Club; Film Soc. To Electrical Engineering.

KUTI, G. (1957). G.C.E. (O) 1, (A) 4. To B.T.H., Rugby.

LAMOON, B. W. (1954). To Wiggins Teape.

MACKIE, C. J. (1951). C.C.F. (O) 8, (A) 4. Prefect; House Captain; School Rugby; Socccr; Cricket; Cross-Country; Athlstics; Tennis; Swimming; Phoenix Soc.; C.C.F. (Army). To Birmingham University.

MANTON, T. H. (1955).

MARCHANT, D. (1956). To Swindon

MARSH, J. F. (1951). G.C.E. (O) 8, (A) 3. Prefect; School Rugby; Cricket; Tennis; House Soccer; School Swimming (Captain); Choir; Orchestra; Phoenic Soc.; Chess Club; Sailing Club; Film Soc. To Hull University.

McMANUS, M. (1953). G.C.E. (O) 6. School Soccer; Life-Saving. Tobacco Salesman

McCAIG, A. J. (1950). G.C.E. (O) 7, (A) 3. To Civil Service.

MERCER, P. F. (1953). G.C.E. (O) 3. Solicitor's Clerk.

MOORE, M. W. A. (1951). G.C.E. (O) 8, (A) 3. Prefect; School Rugby; Crickct; Hockey; House Soccer; C.C.F. (R.A.F.); S.C.M. To Medicine.

MORRIS, M. (1951). G.C.E. (O) 7, (A) 4. School Rugby; Athletics; House Soccer; Cricket; C.C.F. (Army); Phoenix Soc.; Dramatic Soc. To Leeds University.

MURTON, I. (1951). G.C.E. (O) 8, (A) 4. Head Prefect; School Rugby; Athletics; Tennis; Hockey; House Cricket; Soccer; Swimming; Phoenix Soc.; Chess Club; Film Soc.; C.C.F. (R.A.F.). To London University.

OLIVER, M. J. (1954). G.C.E. (O) 2. To R.A.F. Apprenticeship.

OSBORNE, K. (1954), G.C.E. (O) l. To Cross-Channel boats.

OSBORNE, S. A. (1951). G.C.E. (O) 7, (A) 1. House Rugby; C.C.F. (R.N.); Phoenix Soc.; Film Soc. To K.C.C. Eng. Apprenticeship.

PEPPER, A. H. (1954). G.C.E. (O) 2. Puppet Club; C.C.F. (Army). To Catering.

PEPPER, E. R. (1952). G.C.E. (O) 4, (A) 2. School Soccer; Cricket; House Rugby; Phoenix Soc.

PICKARD, G. F. (1953). G.C.E. (O) 2. To Farming.

PITCAIRN, R. (1954), G.C.E. (O) 6. C.C.F. (R.N.). To R.N.

RELF, D. E. (1951). G.C.E. (O) 9, (A) 4, To Leeds University.

SEWELL, L. F. (1953). G.C.E (O) 3. To N.C.B.

SHEPHERD, W. P. (1951). G.C.E. (O) 8, (A) 4. Prefect; House Rugby; Crickct; Soccer; Swimming; Sailing; Hockey; Life-Saving; C.C.F. (R.N.); Phoenix Soc.; Film Soc.; Chess Club. To R.N.C., Dartmouth.

STEAR, R. H. (1953). G.C.E.. (O) 7. School Soccer; Rugby; House Cricket; Athletics; C.C.F. (R.A.F.). To Banking.

STOCKS, M. J. (1953). G.C.E. (O) 7. To B.P. Petroleum Company

STRANK, R. H. D. (1951). G.C.E. (O) 8, (A) 4. Prefect; House Cricket; Rugby; Tennis; Hockey; Library Prefect; Chess Club; Phoenix Soc.; Cercle Francais. To Imperial College, London.

TAYLOR, P. W. (1957). To Middlesex.

TURNER, C. C. (1951). G.C.E, (O) 8, (A) 3. Choir; S.C.M.; Cercle Francais; Phoenix Soc. To Oriel College, Oxford.

WEBB, M. S. (1958). House Rugby; Cricket; To Corby, Northants.

WELLARD, D. R. (1952). G.C.E. (O) 8. House Soccer; Rugby; Cross-Country; Tennis. To N.C.R.

WHEELER, R. D. H. (1954). G.C.E. (O) 7. School Athletics; House Cricket; Tennis; C.C.F. (R.A.F.). To Gravesend.

WHITE, O. (1954). G.C.E. (O) 1. To Dockyard Apprenticeship.

WILLIAMS, K. (I954). G.C.E. (O) 3. C.C.F. (R.N.). To C.W.S.

WOODCOCK, J. E. E. (1951). G.C.E. (O) 7, (A) 3. Prefect; School Basket-ball; Hockey; Phoenix Soc.; C.C.F. (R.A.F.); Dramatic Soc. To Civil Service

WOODS, K. (1954). G.C.E. (O) 3. To Police.

Old Pharosian Notes

The Annual General Meeting of the Association was held on Saturday, 17th October, 1959, at the Dovorian Restaurant. I must apologise for the notices of the meeting which were duplicated in a hurry. The printing strike had put things so far behind that it would have been impossible to get the notices out before I had to leave Dover for a short period. You each received a properly printed notice later, but that was owing to a member of the Committee printing it himself.

Forty-three members sat down to the Annual Dinner when the guest speaker was Mr. David Bradley, Chairman of the School Governors. Sir Clifford Jarrett, C.B.E., the new President, was in the chair, Sir Clifford was wearing the new badge of office presented by Mr. P. A. and Mr. H. R. Slater in memory of their father, a past president of the Association. It was, in spite of the difficulties of finding a meeting place, one of the most enjoyable dinners held and the quality of the speeches was remarked on by many of those present. The Committee thank Mr. Winter and Mr Janaway for the work they put into running the bar. It made the evening a great success.

The other Officers of the Association will be found on the back cover. The retirement of Mr. Booth after so many years at the school will be felt by the Association and on behalf of all old boys of the school the Association wish him many happy years of leisure. Those who were forced to spend their school life in exile in Ebbw Vale will always remember the kindness and helpfulness of Mr. & Mrs. Booth during those difficult days. To them both, very many grateful thanks for all they have done.

The Annual Re-Union Dance is being held on 31st December, 1959, at the School, price 6/-. Tickets can be obtained from the School, the Secretaries, Mr. A. H. Gunn or Mr. E. Crush. This will be the last occasion of meeting Mr. Booth as headmaster and will also, we hope be the occasion of welcoming Dr. M. G. Hinton. Come and make it a success.

The idea of holding an Old Pharosians' Re-Union in London has been mooted. Anyone interested please contact myself or Mr. W. Smithen. Forge Cottage, S. Alkham, Dover. Something might be arranged.

A Very Happy New Year to you all.

Hon. Secretary.


The 1959 Old Boys' Dinner was doubly memorable. It was singularly fortunate that Sir Clifford Jarrett, C.B.E., should assume office as President on this occasion when Mr. Booth was attending for the last lime as Headmaster. Sir Clifford brought charm, experience, good-humour and sincerity to an evening that demanded the utmost of those qualities.

There was a good muster of Old Boys of many generations, and a quite unprecedented number of Mr. Booth's colleagues on the staff were present as a gesture of tribute which could not be mistaken.

Mr. A. S. Lewis, in proposing the toast of School and Headmaster, laid his emphasis on the Christian principle which had unified and simplified the complexities of school life under Mr. Booth.

In his reply Mr. Booth naturally looked back over some days that stood out in his memories. He most closely touched his hearers when he spoke of the first morning assembly back in our own hall after the war years. He said:

"We sang

‘Praise my soul the King of Heaven

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven.'"

Sir Clifford and Mr. David Bradley, Chairman of the Governors, added their tributes, and Mr. Booth, surely the youngest-looking headmaster ever to talk of retirement, suddenly bore the tinges of age as the hand of his own decision reached out and told him that this was indeed the first, if not the last, farewell.

Parents' Association

The Annual General Meeting was well attended, many parents of new boys being present. During the meeting the resignations of Mrs. Osborn and Mrs. Clark were received, their sons having left school. We should like to thank these committee members for the valuable help they have given at all times during their periods of office. Mrs. Azoulay and Mr. Thorp were elected as new members of the committee and Mr. Fish and Mr. Tutthill re-elected. After the business meeting an 'Any Questions' session was much enjoyed by all, the team being Mrs. Binfield, Miss Sargent, and Messrs. Sutton and Shinkfield.

We regret that membership of the Association was down on the previous year, being a representation of 18½%' For the benefit of new members and perhaps others who do not know the aims of the Association, they are: " to take an interest in the general welfare of the school as a whole, the provision of prizes etc., and to organise periodic social functions." We arrange a sale of outgrown clothing on Open Evening, parents pricing the goods, and the commission of 2d. in the shilling goes to the funds. There are now over 600 boys at the school, and if each boy were represented by one parent we should have a magnificent income, and could do so much more for the school and the interests of the boys. Please join, and help us to achieve this goal. The annual subscription is 2/6 and may be sent direct to the school or to the Hon. Secretary/Treasurer.

As usual the weather was against us, and the Crazy Whist Drive was not well supported. Perhaps it is that parents do not like whist. We should welcome any suggestions you might like to make as to future functions.

These notes cannot be concluded without reference to the forthcoming retirement of the Headmaster. The Association is indebted to him and also to Mrs. Booth for the loyal support they have given at all times, and we shall miss the hospitality of ‘The Limes’ for our committee meetings. We extend our best wishes to them both for a long and happy retirement.


Hon, Secretary/Treasurer.