Pharos 130

Headmaster:		M. G. HINTON, M.A., Ph.D.
Staff :		T. E. ARCHER, M.A. W. W. BAXTER, M.A. K. F. BEST, F.R.C.O., A.R.C.M. 1. W. BIRD, B.A. K. H. CARTER, B.A. D. H. COMBER, B.Sc. A. E. COULSON, A.R.C.Sc., B.Sc. A. A. COVENEY, City & Guilds Handicraft Certs. R W. DENHAM, B.Sc. M. G. W. DOWNS, R.B., B.Sc. A. O. ELLlOTT, Carnegie Dip. in P.E. C. L. EVANS, B.A. M. J. HOPKINS, Min. of Ed. Teachers' Cert. N. S. HORNE, B.A. W. H. JACQUES, M.A. F. L. KENDALL, M.A. W. G. KING, B.Sc.(Econ.), B.Com. E. C. LARGE, Handicraft Teachers' Dip. E. W. Lister, B.A. J. P. MARRIOTT, B.A. R. W. MURPHY, M.A. D. C. PAGE, B.Sc. R H. PAYNE, B.D. R PEACH, B.A. R PEACOCK, M.A. A. S. PITCEATHLY, B.A. C. ROWLANDS, Board of Ed. Art Teachers' Cert. K. H. RUFFELL, B.A. C. P. SINGER, Dip. in P.E. E. G. SMITH, B.A. M. H. SMITH, Handicraft Teachers' Dip. T. S. WALKER, B.Sc. G. WALLACE, M.A. R. N. WOOLLETT, B.A. REV. E. H. YATES, M.A.

    As we did not take over the task of editing the magazine until after much of it had already been prepared we view the finished product with some misgivings and feel justified in putting forward a plea of diminished responsibility. At the same time, however, we wish to thank our predecessors for the amount of work they put in.
    As visitors to the school's Open Day could not help but realise, Pharos is not the only magazine in circulation. Since the purchase of the school magazine is practically compulsory any competition with Opinion is ruled out, but we can still enjoy the spur of rivalry. Opinion has been advertised as "the paper for modern people"; if you are as nauseated by "modern people", "the march of progress", "the wind of change", and the host of other clichés as ourselves, we are safe in recommending Pharos as the only magazine designed for reactionary, unprogressive people.
    We should like to thank those who have contributed articles, poems and illustrations, and put in the usual request, which often has become a demand, for any offerings you might have for next year.

    We are sorry to have to bid farewell to Mr. Hull who is going to London and to Mr. Lloyd-Jones who is going to Cheltenham. We hope they will be happy in their new appointments. We are sorry also that M. Remy has to return to France.
    We are very pleased to greet Mr. C. P. Singer, who has come from St. Luke's College, Exeter, to help with P.E., Mr. E. H. Yates, from Chester Cathedral School to teach Divinity, Mr. G. Wallace, from Oxford University, to take Geography, Mr. D. H. Comber, from the University College of Wales, Aberystwyth, to teach Biology and Mr. D. C. Page, from Hull University, to help in the Chemistry laboratory.
    During the Autumn Term, there were dancing classes every Friday evening in co-operation
with the Girls' Grammar School.
    In November, Mr. A. M. Leney took a party of twelve sixth formers to the Old Vic to see "Romeo and Juliet". Shortly afterwards a party from 6M. went to the Girls' Grammar School to see the film "Le Bourgeois Gentilhomme".
    On 2nd December, La Troupe Françraise gave a performance of two French plays.
    In December, there was a carol concert in St. Mary's Church.
    On 25th February, a party from the school went to the England v. France Rugby International at Twickenham.
    On 10th March, the Southern Children's Theatre group visited the school and presented excerpts from several plays.
    On 15th March, we were the hosts for the annual S.C.M. Conference, which was attended
by sixth formers from many schools.
    On 24th March, there was a service at St. Mary's for school leavers.
    On 4th March, those sixth formers taking Geography "A" level went on a field day to study the port activities and industries of Dover.
    On 19th May, a party of sixth and fifth formers went to Richborough Castle, and to study the geography of Pegwell Bay.
    On 19th July, Mr. King took a party of sixth formers to the Ford works at Dagenham; the same day a party of R.A.F. cadets went to London Airport.
    On 21st July, there was a service for school leavers at St. Mary's Church.
    In addition to those mentioned elsewhere in this issue the following speakers have lectured to the sixth form: Mr. H. S. Smith on "The National Savings Movement"; Miss M. Sykes on "Is World Disarmament Possible"; The Lord Bishop of Dover on "Recruitment and Training for the Ministry"; Mr. P. McNair-Wilson on "The Afro-Asian Block"; an Army Officer on "The Role of the Army and Prospects for Officers"; Mr. T. S. Walker on "Radiation Hazards"; Mr. W. G. King on "Liberalism"; Mr. A. E. Coulson on "Opportunities for Sixth Formers"; Mr. O. Hull on "Diplomatic Prelude"; Mr. E. W. Lister on "The Idea of Progress"; Mr. K. H. Carter on "Typography".
    There are now approximately 670 boys in the school.
    We are grateful to M. Nice for some additional drawings. We are also indebted to a number of Sixth Formers for accounts of lectures which we have been unable to print owing to lack of space.

    It is with great regret that we see the departure of Mr. O. Hull. He came in 1947 from Hertford College, Oxford, after his university career had been interrupted by eight years' service in the army. He has undertaken many varied duties since he has been at the School. These range from the well-established Stamp Club to his newest and most adventurous project, the Cine Club, which is fast becoming an integral part of School life. Not only has it recorded many athletic and sporting highlights, but it has also captured the excellence of the production of "Trial by Jury" and most recently many of the activities of Open Day.
    Mr. Hull was extremely versatile in the subjects he taught. Apart from his speciality, Geography, he was a historian and thus suited to Social Studies. In fact he is leaving to take up a senior appointment in Social Studies at a London School.
    The showcase of archaeological specimens is evidence of a more unusual feature of Mr. Hull's activities in the School. The collection ranges from a Mousterian scraper and Bronze Age pottery to pieces of amphorae found in a Roman forum. All the items have been found either by individual boys or in the process of Mr. Hull's' digs'. But perhaps he will be remembered best by those of us who were privileged to travel to the actual countries spoken of in School, and, under his guidance, experience holidays which are never to be forgotten. Those who were not privileged to travel with him will remember him as a loyal colleague and friend. He can be sure that he takes our best wishes with him.

    Mr. Lloyd-Jones has taught Science at the School since 1957, and no one ever heard him complain. But for some time he and his wife have been anxious to move nearer to the Land of their Fathers, and an opening at Cheltenham has provided the opportunity.
    In congratulating Mr. Lloyd-Jones on his appointment his colleagues here are bound to regret their loss: easy companionship like his is hard to come by. He is quiet at all times, self-effacing, and uniformly courteous. He is the sort who can be relied on to do a favour or share any kindly joke. We shall remember his kindness as well as those public occasions at school when he and his wife brought baby Susanne.
    We dare to hope that Mr. Lloyd-Jones will visit Dover in the near future and tell us about his new position, though we shall probably realise after the reunion that he spent most of the time listening to us.

    The sea is calm this evening and gentle ripples lazily drift across its bronzed surface, but the sun is beginning to set and the water's glow is gradually fading. A long, dark mass of seaweed stands limp in the calm water just offshore, moving to and fro as each wavelet rolls up the sandy beach. Descending the short, steep path to the wide bay I pass twisted spruce trees, gnarled, rugged examples of the force of this temperamental sea.
    The bay is young, and the sea still carves back into the pine forests on the higher ground. Scattered about the beach stand mighty columns of stone, some over forty feet high and crowned by several fir trees. Some have fallen and their smashed grey bodies lie half buried in the sand. Although many are of solid granite their hard, jagged sides are as soft wax in the fierce embrace of this gilded sea. On their partially devoured bases they stand, zealous, moribund rebels in a sea of change. In front of me, between these natural columns, is the headland jutting out into the sea. I decide to cross the bay and gain this point.
    It is quite dark now, the sun has sunk below the horizon and the sea has lost its glow. Only its lapping up the beach and the soft breeze are a reminder of its presence. As I plod across the sand, the moon seems to drift lazily from behind a lone, white cloud and the scene behind me is transformed into one of ghostly statues before a blanched ocean. The shadows are dark and long; the sea murmurs and the firs whisper: this is a landscape void of time.

    The incident which remains most prominent in my mind was the day I found the bomb. It happened about five years ago on a Saturday, at a time when we had my aunt and uncle staying with us. That morning I had found a small, black cylinder in a nearby plantation and I was determined to discover what it was it contained. I took it home and entered the room where my family and relatives were sitting. They were all talking, except uncle, who found life too horrible to contemplate and just sat and read. In order to attract immediate attention, I announced that I had discovered a bomb. The response was tremendous.
    "Put it down—you never know where it's been, "murmured my mother, not bothering to look.
    "Throw it away, "said my father studying the canister, which was then passed on to aunt Jane, who was apparently something of an expert on bombs, rockets and world affairs. She comfortingly informed me that no nation, to her knowledge, had yet produced a thermonuclear device of that shape or size, and then continued her conversation. Uncle Sam, a man of few words, grunted from behind his book, no doubt to show that he was vaguely aware of someone else's presence.
    Having no satisfactory explanation of the object I went to the garage and proceeded carefully to open it. This proved very difficult so I placed it on the bench and hit it twice with a hammer. As there appeared to be no sign of a nuclear explosion occurring, I hit it again.
    The result was a blinding flash, an ear-splitting roar and a wave of hot air which flattened me on the floor and which surrounded me with clouds of smoke. I groped for the door but could not locate it. Meanwhile, outside, the whole family was in an uproar. Aunt Jane was sure that at last a missile had struck the town. She rushed around screaming to everyone to keep calm while she fetched her emergency supply of sand-bags. My mother was certain that she would be confronted with a mass of blood and bones if she left the house so she stayed where she was and made full use of the living-room, dashing around in panic wondering if she dare venture out. My father's first thought was his car. He was already on his way to extinguish if possible the blazing wreck or at least to claim the insurance money. Uncle Sam was the only one who remained calm. He just watched everyone's frantic peregrinations in disgust and then returned to his book. Aunt Jane then returned, dropped a pile of sand-bags on the floor and rushed to the telephone, where she proceeded to offer to the War Office her advice on how the V-bomber force could be most effectively dispersed. After spending some time on the telephone she apparently was informed that the War Office had no knowledge of anyone's starting a nuclear war, so she sat on her pile of sand-bags and wondered if they were perhaps misinformed. By now my father had returned and announced that his car was as intact as it had ever been, and at this point I entered, having at last found the door, and held out a burnt and bleeding hand speckled with explosive particles. The incident was at last cleared up, and my "bomb" was identified as a railway fog detonator.

BULLFIGHT

The crowd roars, and a figure enters.
Gay colours roam loosely in the crowd
And everything is stained with tension.
The fighter faces the frenzied spectators.

Everywhere is bathed in sudden silence.
The gate opens and a scream of excitement splits the quiet.
A massive bull roars his challenge to the world
And with a furious rush meets the sunlight.

The thrust of steel—quick and instant
Death is thrown at the now shrinking giant;
He staggers and falls, and the crowd roars on.
Roses flutter to the ground.

N. OLDMAN (4 G.)

    It was peaceful as I lay there on the edge of the cliff at Wreckers' Cove. My mother and I had been invited to stay at the Beacon Hotel by an aunt, whom I had never heard of before. Anyway, it was very good of her. At the moment I was recovering from the effects of a large meal, and the long summer afternoon with its heavy drowsiness was making me rather sleepy. Through half-closed eyelids, I surveyed the westerly half of the cove where long, sandstone cliffs came sweeping down to the water's edge, showing nature in all her beauty. At the farthest point visible to me stood the Arches, a rock formation weathered by countless centuries into an almost perfect Baroque archway. I followed the coastline further eastwards until my eyes rested upon a grassy knoll rising 40 feet above the surrounding countryside, and called, by the local people, Beacon Height. I wondered if, in days of yore, there had been a fiery crest to that ancient hill. My thoughts were disturbed when, next, I saw Beacon Hotel, in all its 20th century garishness. Hurriedly, I shifted my gaze to the remaining houses of the old Cornish village of Tremullion. The cottages were glinting as the sun struck the flints and turned them into myriad points of twinkling light. But, sadly, the village had been despoiled by the building of the main road and even now I could see the shattered remains of a once friendly door tossed aside by the obnoxious bulldozer. Directly below me, the cliff was honey-combed with caves, the lowest of which were covered at high tide, trapping any tourist foolish enough to enter them. Next, I feasted my eyes upon a subject of local superstition, Falselight, a towering pillar of sandstone rising straight from the bowels of the earth, or so it seemed. A dark patch in the green swell of the virgin Atlantic caught my attention. I realised that this was the dreaded Blue Marl Rock, in the centre of the cove. Many a proud galleon had breathed its last on those cruel fangs. Bathed in the warm sunshine it looked like a tiger masquerading as a cat. As I lay there the sun dimmed, and a wind went whistling through the bracken.
    Clouds had obscured the face of the sun, and a chill wind came whistling in from the sea. Within minutes, or so it seemed, the clouds had built up into an awe-inspiring wall reaching far up into the heavens. Out to sea, the white horses were breaking and reforming, but always sweeping in on the long Atlantic swells to explode in a flurry of flying spray on the old sandstone cliffs. But now the wind had stopped and a deathly silence held the scene in an iron grip; I realized it was the calm before the storm. Even as I looked there was a sudden flash of
lightning, splitting the masses of clouds into two distinct groups. Then the thunder rolled and it seemed that Thor was indeed clashing his mighty hammer against the walls of Valhalla. Then the rain came, at first in big drops, but rapidly becoming long slanting arrows shafting down in sheets to meet the trees with a crack and a spatter as the leaves bent under the weight of water. Far below me, the sea was a heaving mass, changed from a placid blue into an ominous grey-green. The waves had tremendous force, and I shuddered as they thumped into the cliff. And there, in the centre of the bay the Blue Marl was a mass of ugly, black fangs heaving above the swell every few seconds.
    Then I saw him, a man with long sea boots and a heavy overcoat, a tri-corn hat clamped resolutely on his head. He was walking straight from Beacon Hotel—but there was no Beacon Hotel! I was numbed with shock, but my eyes still followed the man as he wended his way towards Beacon Height buffeted by the gale. Then I lost sight of him as a sheet of rain came between us. Through the greyness I thought I could see two figures, but no, the rain had cleared and there was only one. This man wore the smock of a farm labourer and had a mask over his eyes. Then dimly I saw his hands; they were holding an iron bar and were covered with blood. In a flash of understanding I realized what had happened. The first man was dead, stunned and thrown over the cliff; the second was a wrecker, and a cold-blooded murderer too by the looks of it. The labourer picked up a torch which the first had been carrying, and moved towards a group of people who had come out of the cottages. They walked in a body towards Falselight, and soon a fiery crest was being blown about on the top of the beacon. More men were down on the beach peering eagerly out to sea. Then I saw the object of this feverish activity, a full-rigged East Indiaman being blown onto the Blue Mar!.
    She came on with a dreadful majesty. I could see her spars, outlined black against a racing sea which swept her on towards her doom. Just before the ship struck I saw the Captain, frantically waving his arms as if he realized his mistake. At the helm a brawny seaman feverishly turned the wheel. As the ship swung broadside on to the waves I could see her nameplate, 'Mary Rose, London'. To think this ship had braved the oceans only to take herself and her crew to their doom on the Blue Marl. The 'Mary Rose' was almost finished; she was broadside on to the waves which were pounding her relentlessly towards the hungry fangs. Then, with an awful finality she struck. There was a mighty crash and the ship was impaled. She was sucked off the rock by a receding swell and revealed a gaping hole in her side. Then she was flung back, her spirit broken.
    On the beach a large mob of wreckers had gathered. Soon six whalers were pulling away from the shore, filled with men whose greedy eyes gleamed at the thought of sudden wealth. Rapidly the distance between the 'Mary Rose' and the wreckers lessened. On board the ship, a grim party of seamen were arming themselves with knives and cutlasses. The wreckers were now within pistol range and one of their marksmen was steadying himself in the bows of the boat. He fired with deadly accuracy and one of the seamen fell into the foaming brine. Then the wreckers were swarming up the sides of the 'Mary Rose'. The leader had almost reached the bulwarks when a marlin spike descended splitting his head in half, but the seamen could not stem the flow of ruthless wreckers. Soon they were waging a desperate battle with their backs against the Captain's state cabin. One giant of a seaman was standing in the centre of the wreckers handing out death with a cavalry sabre he had acquired. Soon this man was pinned against the mainmast, his end near. One of the wreckers threw a knife, transfixing his neck to the mast. Now the wreckers were gaining the upper hand and some of the seamen were diving over the side only to be dealt with by more wreckers on the shore. At last the wreckers, drunk with success, finished their bloody work, and began to search the hold of the ship. Soon men were staggering up bowed under the weight of barrels of wine, bolts of silk and bales of cotton. Then, a hard object was thrust into the small of my back; a thrill of fear ran through me; I had been found and would surely die. Fearfully, I turned to face my assailant.
    A Friesian cow looked down on me, thoughtfully trying to eat my hair. Swiftly I turned my head to look at the bay; there was no one there. I realized that it had all been a dream.

    In September, 1953, I went to Canada to join the Royal Canadian Mounted Police. I had taken a special interest in them and admired greatly the courage of these brave men and, since I had been daring all my life, I thought this work would suit me. After a rigorous medical examination I began my training course, and finally, after several hard-working years and a number of thrilling adventures, I obtained the coveted certificate showing I was an authorised Mounted Policeman.
    The most exciting incident of all was the McHardy robbery. McHardy was a truly professional safe-breaker and every bank dreaded his existence. One cold January afternoon, when the snow was three feet deep, he robbed a very wealthy bank and stole many valuable cups worth nearly $3,000,000 including the safe itself. The R.C.M.P. were called in and I was assigned to the case. It was believed he had had associates on this job and I was to bring them all in.
    Although I was eventually able to track them down they managed to take refuge in the Rockies. Armed only with one revolver I followed them until I came to a dead end; in front of me was a cliff about twenty feet high and I was faced with the problem of getting up it. Since there were no footholds climbing was out of the question, but at last I had an ingenious idea. I walked round and round in the snow until the snow collected on my heels; I kept on doing this until the snow under my heels was fifteen feet high, and so managed to lift myself onto the top of the cliff. But alas! they were waiting for me. No sooner had I got on my feet than I was down again. The robbers held me. I quickly found out what they were going to do with me for I was bundled into the safe with a tin of polish and told to clean the cups. All that night I was in the safe—but not polishing the cups. I was polishing the side of the safe and when morning came I had worn a hole right through. As soon as the robbers saw me they fled, leaving their rifle, and hid behind a tree. They thought I had not spotted them, but they were wrong. I examined the rifle and found that there was only one bullet left—and I had to do something fast. Then I had a brainwave; I bent the barrel of the rifle and every time I fired the bullet shot round the tree and returned to my hands, so I was able to put it in again and repeat the process. Eventually the robbers became so nervous that they gave up and I was able to take them back to the city where they stood trial and were locked up.

As a fresh flurry of hail lashed down we pulled our lumber-jackets tighter and sheltered our faces in our collars. Never had I known a winter like this; ten feet of snow lay on the ground in some places. We were on a hike in Albania and were crossing the Kreyzlasm Mountains, which average a height of 2,320 metres. The dogs pulled wearily at the frozen harness of the sledge for we intended to reach a small village called Winterslagen, about three miles away. Suddenly we heard a sound which chilled our spines—the howl of a wolf pack. Joe Thomkins, our leader, drew out a repeater and pulled the trigger, but to our dismay and horror the gun made no sound; it must have jammed. We trudged onward as quickly as was possible when to our joy we saw a light about half a mile off.
We were met outside the cabin by an old peasant who said we could shelter for the night if we wished. Naturally we accepted. We took off our boots and Joe hung his repeater up by the log fire. After a hearty meal we gathered round to listen to a tale by the old man of the house. I heard a creak, but did not bother to turn round as the story was exciting. All of a sudden a thundering crack split the half silence. 'Crunch!' Something was behind us. We all turned round and to our amazement saw a mountain bear lying in the open doorway with a hole in its neck. Then we realised what had happened. The gun having been frozen ice had earlier stopped the bullet from leaving, but the heat of the fire had melted the ice and released the bullet at the time the bear had entered.

    The Elizabethan age was a period of great changes and instability in England. There was the religious dispute between catholics and protestants, which was accentuated by the threat of invasion from Spain, enclosure brought hardship in country areas, and beggars were a considerable problem.
    The conditions were not properly understood, and there was very little relief for them. The common people turned to games and sports to try to forget the difficulties of their everyday life. These pastimes were many and varied, but not often new, for they were often descended direct, or were modified versions of, medieval games.
    As it had been throughout the centuries, hunting was still the most popular sport of the wealthy. Because it was the sport of kings no-one dared criticise it. At that time they hunted a variety of wild animals; the stag, buck, roe, fox, badger, otter, boar (no longer seen in this country), and goat. Each squire took a pride in his team of hounds, and often bred a strain of his own. There was usually a specially appointed Master-of-the-Games, whose duty it was to look after the hounds and horses, and to arrange the hunt according to his master's wishes. Apparently the hounds' nostrils were tainted with vinegar to make them sniff better, although this method probably put them completely off the scent for a while. Superstition played a great part in the life of an Elizabethan; this is shown in connection with the hunt. The Master-of-the-Hounds let the leader of the pack away into the countryside a few hours before the actual hunt. If the dog returned with a bird or beast of the field, such as a hare or partridge, it was believed that all would not go well, but should it return with a bird or beast of prey like a fox or raven, it was taken as a sign of good luck.
    The other most popular sport was falconing or hawking. Every man of standing had a number of falcons looked after by his falconer, and this sport, unlike most, was considered suitable for women. To the master his falcons were valuable, and heavy fines were imposed upon anyone who hurt or interfered with them. When a certain Sir Philip Neville's precious falcon was stolen, his friend, the Bishop of Durham, issued a general mandate to his clergy to proclaim at Mass the sentence of excommunication against the offender unless it was returned within ten days.
    Wrestling was a common sight at meetings of the lower classes, and the end of these bouts was usually the death or permanent injury of one or other of the contestants. Meetings of this sort were often accompanied by rowdyism and several other fights as well as the one intended. Displays of tilting and jousting at the quintain were common, but as such sport was no longer necessary to skill in war, few men were expert. Another formerly important sport affected in the same way was archery.
    Among other pleasures of the lower class were ninepins, shooting, skating, cudgel-playing and fishing. There were new games too: a crude form of tennis, bowls (legendarily played by Sir Francis Drake on the approach of the Armada), hockey, skittles and football. There were many articles on the latter, and it seems that the only connection with the game we know today was that the main idea was to kick a ball, normally a pig's bladder in a leather casing. Such a game was often played between two villages, the space between serving as a pitch. There might often be scores of players in a side, and it appears that once the game had begun most players forgot about the ball and proceeded to battle with a member of the opposing team. By the end of the game several people were injured, and the ball had been lost long before.
    The amusement of the poorer classes was confined to festivals and often took place owing to someone's misfortune. Men in the stocks and pillory were usually pelted with rotten fruit and stones, and jeered at by the local children, and men at the whipping post were often given far more than their fair share of punishment. Another amusing sight was the ducking of women who gossiped too much; ducking was supposed to wash away their evil tales. At festivals there was much merrymaking by Morris dancers and children dancing round the maypole.
    Among the upper classes there were many cruel sports such as bear-baiting, where a bear was tied to a post and attacked by a wild dog, and cock fighting. Elizabeth herself enjoyed these sights. Public hangings and executions were also generally enjoyed.
    Lastly, as today, there were indoor games of mental skill. Chess was popular as it had been for centuries past, and draughts and dice were played with very much the same rules as today.

    This summer Dover Castle is the scene of this modem form of entertainment, the invention of Paul Robert-Houdin, a French architect, who in 1927 became curator of four chateaux along the Loire. They were, of course, floodlit, and many tourists came to see the spectacle "The Route of the Chateaux" in which more than thirty Loire Chateaux were floodlit. Robert-Houdin, however, felt that the chateaux were lifeless when lit by flood-lights. Whilst at Chambord during a thunderstorm he noticed how the chateau seemed to come to life by means of the play of light and the sound of thunder, and conceived the idea of creating the illusion of a stage by means of lights and recorded voices.
    One of the greatest performances is at Versailles, where the voice of the narrator tells how at first only a royal hunting lodge stood on the spot, and then how the palace itself was built. Describing the palace in its hey-day, the narrator creates a far more regal figure of Louis XIV by means of lights and the sound of a tapping stick than any human actor could hope to portray in a life-time.
    Another spectacular sight is the return of Napoleon's body to the Invalides. So real is the illusion created by the sounds that we almost expect to see the glint of bayonets.
    Robert-Houdin has patented "Son et Lumiere" in France, but in Britain it is being staged at Grey's Court and Stirling Castle, and elsewhere from the Parthenon at Athens to the Jeronimos Monastery in Lisbon, from the Sphinx in Egypt to Middleburg Abbey in the Netherlands. As one French newspaper put it "A new mode of artistic expression has been born."

    Up, up, up . . . . and down. Calais here we come! Salt in the air, salt in the hair, this is the life for me. Up, up, up . . . . and down!
    On foreign soil at last. . . . dirty smoke-grimed buildings; dingy "bistros" rank with the smell of beer and scent; thick oil on the harbour water supporting logs of timber, some black with age, others having only recently fallen in.
    Ah! delicious smell. . . . Agh! that was my head. Easy does it.
    "Watch where you're putting yer foot, mate. That's my leg you're standing on."
    I wonder, did the person who invented bunks ever sleep in one, or, at least, try and get out of one. . . .
    Ah! Bacon and eggs for breakfast. Scrub the decks afterwards! The captain said we scrubbed them in record time; who cares? Scrubbing the decks is scrubbing the decks. I shall have to try to get out of it next time.
    Sailing again. The sea is as calm as a millpond—a lot different from yesterday. What bliss! Sitting on a hatchway, watching all the coast go by.
    Dunkirk—a shell whines overhead. An M.T.B. explodes in crimson flame. On shore a shell explodes, lighting up the sand dunes, exposing the gory scene. Around us mill hundreds of boats, big and small. . . .
    Zeebrugge—the Mole lit up by glaring blue and crimson flame. The Union Jack bravely fluttering on shore. . . .
    Crash! One, two, three, four. . . . twenty-four plates broken. Taking them down to the galley after tea, I drop them all. In the grips of deep despondency, I do not go into town when we reach Flushing. I just test the Dutch soil. That's funny! I was told Holland was a hygienic country, yet the soil is just as dirty as French, or English soil.
    Waves gradually receding into wavelets, fan out from the ship's bows as it ploughs through the still canal water. We pass a canoe: up and down, up and down it goes as it receives the full force of our bow wave.
    Middelburg, centre of Walcheren Island. Alive with boats, both big and small, both dinghies and cargo ships.
    Afloat in a dinghy on the warm, still waters, eating big, juicy pears (only one and six a kilo!).
    Helpful Dutch shop-keepers. Friendly Dutch motorists who curse you when you forget the Continental rule of the road. The two Dutch girls who become very angry when we ask if they are Dutch. With our not speaking Dutch, and their not speaking English, it takes us a long time to make them understand that "Dutch" is not the same as "Deutsch."
    Middelburg—surely the friendliest, liveliest town in S.E. Holland.
    Time to leave, and we do so amidst shouts and wavings from very many new-made friends and pen-friends.
    Sailing up the canal again; this time to even better places?

    But. . . . Waiting, waiting and more waiting. Wetting, wetting and more wetting. Three hours wait at Veere. (The lock-gate keeper must have his Sunday afternoon nap). Three o'clock before we leave.
    The rain, with accompanying thunder and lightning, begins to fall on the way to Zierikzee,
a town on a neighbouring island.
    When we reach there it stops raining, and a watery sun comes out. But next day, having set out for Terneuzen on the main-land, the wind gets up and the rain begins to fall again. We make painfully slow progress through the islands.
    Terneuzen—empty, desolate town of ghosts. The gusty streets devoid of life.
    "This is the Shipping Forecast at 06.00 hrs. for Cromarty, Forth, Tyne, Dogger . . . . Dogger—wind fresh or strong, north-west, backing south-west, increasing to gale force later"
    That puts paid to that! We cannot go to Ostend along the coast now. We shall have to go through the canal via Bruges; the only snag is we have no canal charts. Never mind!
    One, two, two-and-a-half-hours later, we manage to get into the lock. Talk about sardines in a can, we counted about eight other boats besides ours packed in.
    Delay after delay. Waiting for bridge after bridge to open. Eventually we tackle the job of taking down the mast and the navigation lamps, so as to prevent these delays, and just in case there were bridges ahead which did not open!
    Engine oil, tobacco smoke, sweating bodies, cooking food, all these smells combine to produce one great "fug" below decks where we have to stay unless we want to get wet up on deck. Playing cards, reading, telling jokes, all to pass the time.
    Throb, throb, throb of the motors. Throb, throb, throb of my head. Oh! why did we come this way, it would have been better to brave the gale.
    Bruges at last. It is too late to carry on to Ostend, so we stop here.
    It is funny how symmetrical the Belgian town-square is. Streets converge on to it from all round the town, just like the spokes of a wheel. I reach it after a ten minute walk from the canal and stroll around for a while. As there is nothing much to see I decide to go back the way I came.
    Five minutes later, I do not remember passing these shops.
    Ten minutes later. Surely I should be back at the canal by now.
    It gradually dawns on me that I have taken the wrong street out of the town square. Twenty minutes later. The street is dark, desolate and empty.
    I am getting rather worried, but not too much so, for I am sure that I must come out near the canal.
    Eventually I do so. The town of Bruges has a dual-carriageway going right round the town and the streets branch off from this going inwards to the square. I see the canal on the other side of this dual carriageway. I cross the road, but not remembering this stretch of the canal I begin to look around. Ah! a map of the town.
    What! I am right on the opposite side of the town. This fact hits me like a bomb, but I hardly consider going back the way I came because I do not relish the long, lonely walk.
    Now, I must go along this road, to the left, for a half-a-mile or so, and then turn down Rue de la Cartier.
    I pass a brightly lit area of shops and cafés, but I carry on along the same road. I am now passing by a park which looks very dark and forbidding. What's that sign say? Town-centre. But it points back the way I came.
    My legs are killing me. Gloomily, with dragging feet, I retrace my steps as far as the shops I passed. Here I find another map and after looking at it for a while, decide to go in towards the town centre.
    Then minutes later, I am, at last, in a part of the town which I know. Thank goodness! I was nearing desperation.
    Ostend—the Belgian coastal resort. I wish I had not spent so much money earlier. Well! there goes my last franc.
    Now, the last leg of our journey. We leave at four o'clock (in the morning) for Dover and home. I am really looking forward to it.
    At seven o'clock I wake up and we are bucking about so much that it is difficult to stand. We are in the middle of a storm and the cabin is full of the odour, I might add the unpleasant odour, of yesterday's supper. I go back to sleep.
    When I awake again the engines have stopped and the boat is still. Ah! we are home at last, I think, and all at once a great happiness floods my mind. I hurriedly get dressed and go on deck.
    We are in Calais. The storm had impeded us so much that by the time we reached Calais the tide had turned and we were unable to make any headway.
    Due to leave at two o'clock, so I pack my clothes and take a seasickness pill—just in case.
    We have not left at four o'clock not at six o'clock for that matter. In fact we cannot sail now until four o'clock next morning. Eventually we set off at six o'clock in the morning while I am asleep. When I wake we are just outside Dover and this time my happiness does not receive a sudden check.

    I thought that I should feel tremendously excited at Uxbridge airport before leaving for New York, but most of this excitement was deadened by the various interviews, filling in of forms, vaccinations, and kit issues. However, the flight across the Atlantic was very interesting and when we landed at Newfoundland, amid fog and rain, I was able to spend my first dollar before flying on to New York.
    As we flew south the weather grew warmer, although the temperature in the plane was controlled, as we were soon in the sunny skies above New York adjusting our uniforms to appear just that bit smarter than the other European contingents who were travelling with us.
    After having been welcomed by high-ranking officers of the American Air Force, and by some attractive girls of the Civil Air Patrol, we were driven to our quarters on the 17th floor of the Waldorf Astoria Hotel. The fact that we were now in the "Big Country" was evident by the towering skyscrapers and the speed at which we travelled down the broad highways. We were able to relax that night in comfort, helped by the "Hospitality Kit" the Civil Air Patrol had provided, which included street-maps, indigestion tablets, cigarettes and, of course, the eternal chewing-gum.
    The next day started with an interesting tour of the U.N.O. building and a film on the organization. In the afternoon we went to Radio City and saw another film, "The Bells are Ringing", and a stage show. After this excellent entertainment we were rather apprehensive about the plan for the evening which was a "formal" Military Ball. However, our doubts about its being exciting and interesting were soon expelled, and long after midnight we were glad to fall into bed to catch a few hours sleep.
    We started out early next morning to visit the Military Academy at Westpoint. We noticed that the discipline was particularly stiff, and that often a lot of authority was given to cadets with little age advantage which could lead to a certain amount of bitterness in the early part of training. In the afternoon we went to a barbecue on a ranch in the N.Y. Central Valley, given by a benevolent millionaire. The affair was a great success and as we returned to New York I was tearing up my free-meal vouchers for the next twenty-four hours. In the evening some of us went out to explore New York to find out if it really is a city that never sleeps.
    Next day we flew to Boston, Massachusetts. While we were flying some of us wondered about the wisdom of sending the English contingent to Boston (shades of 1773 and all that), but as we joked about these past differences I realized that this interchange of cadets was successfully fulfilling its purpose.
    Our "home" in Boston was a complete contrast to the one in New York: it was a rambling, English-styled lodge in the depths of Bradley State Park. For the next day and a half we were "unofficially" entertained by going Tuna fishing, and sailing from Gloucester on a trip along the coast. We also visited historic Boston and saw, amongst other things the U.S.S. Constitution, or "Old Ironsides", which having sunk more than its fair share of the "Bloody British" has come to mean to the Americans what the "Victory" means to us.
    Then we were "officially" welcomed by the Mayor of Boston and the Governor of Massachusetts, and taken on a tour of the places which were important in the wars of Independence. The evening ended on a lighter note, for we saw a production of "Kismet" in an outdoor tent-theatre, and afterwards chatted to members of the cast, who were happy to do so although it meant standing in the chilly air in rather flimsy Eastern costumes.
    The next day I, and some of the more scientifically minded of the party, visited the Electronic Data System Plant, and although I was never less than fascinated a lot of the "black boxes" were strictly for the "boffins."
    On the following day we travelled to North Shore where we inspected a wartime ocean-going submarine now used only for training. We were then taken to the coastguard station where we were allowed to examine the flying boats and helicopters. We were given a short demonstration of these machines in use, and spent some time inside the control room of the station where we were shown some of the equipment used by the coast-guards in their lonely and long Atlantic vigils.
    Friday was a day of rest when we had a "Clambake", or picnic, on the sea-shore. All sorts of sea-creatures are boiled up and eaten, although I am afraid I could not eat my lobster which had a baleful look in its eyes, and therefore had to be satisfied with hot-dogs. The sun, although hidden, must have been very powerful, for when we returned to base that evening we all looked a bit like boiled lobsters ourselves!
    We spent the next three days on Otis A.F.B., one of the largest bases in the U.S.A. On our first two days there we were shown something of the method of running such a camp, and its role in the defence of America. We also were taken to see "South Pacific"; and the hurricane "Brenda", which had been creeping steadily up the coast towards us, gave us a brief but not too spectacular demonstration of this aspect of American weather. On the third and last day at "Otis" we set out for another history lesson, by driving to Plymouth, Mass., and touring the sites of the landings of the Pilgrim Fathers. We were shown the "Plymouth Rock," where the first pilgrim is reputed to have stepped ashore, and also went aboard the reconstructed "Mayfiower."
    Our last days in Boston were spent in visiting the Naval Yard where we went on board submarines and a destroyer. On the way back from the Yard to the city of Boston we stopped at a small coastal resort and gave a concert of spirited, if not tuneful, typically British Songs, before having high tea as guests of the local fire brigade. Finally we had a grand party, and packed in readiness for our visit to Washington.
    Washington was extremely hot and we spent our four days there touring and sightseeing. We attended a luncheon as guests of the Pan Air airways company, a Space Research Briefing at the famous and beautiful Pentagon, and finally, and rather sadly, a Farewell Dinner and Ball. Our time in Washington was spent mostly in small, individual groups, but every group afterwards agreed that Washington was, without a doubt, the most beautiful city we had seen in the U.S.A. The weather was wonderful, although I had a remarkable experience of the rapid change of weather. It was extremely hot when I visited the Washington Memorial, and having climbed the 898 steps to the top I was able to view the entire city in full sunlight. Shunning the lift, to the amazement of other tourists, I started walking down the steps, and when I arrived at the bottom I emerged into torrential rain accompanied by thunder and lightning. This complete change had taken place while I was descending the Monument!
    Early the next morning a Douglas "Liftmaster" thundered away from the tarmac of Andrews A.F.B. and headed to the cool, spring-like air of Labrador. Then out across the iceberg-littered North Atlantic, through a mere four hours of darkness, to deposit me and my companions, tired but contented, on the rain-soaked tarmac of Northolt Aerodrome, England.

    Although reputedly of Roman or Saxon origin, the foundations of the present castle probably date from the time of Henry II. Apparently it was the joint property of the Lord Warden of the Cinque Ports and the Archbishop of Canterbury, and its manor figures prominently in local records. During the reign the King transferred the castle to one Henry de Broc as a reprisal for the treason of Henry de Essex, Royal Standard Bearer and Lord Warden. This only served to aggravate Thomas à Becket's quarrel with the King, for Saltwood was the Archbishop's favourite residence; it was here that the four Knights planned his murder.
    King John restored the castle to the See of Canterbury, and the following years saw many improvements and additions—notably the enlarged gatehouse which still forms a prominent landmark. The last Archbishop to live here was Cranmer, who handed it over to the jealous Henry VIII. Thomas Cromwell lived here, while the last reigning monarch to visit it was Queen Elizabeth I, who dined here with Sir Walter Raleigh.
    By this time the castle must have been falling into disrepair, for it is recorded that after an earthquake in 1580, it became a ruin. It remained in this state until the Deeds family restored the gatehouse as a private residence. The latter building now has a regrettably, 'pseudo' appearance, but the rest of the castle is still half ruined with unusually attractive ivy-clad ragstone walls, though some excellent restoration work has been carried out by the late Lady Conway.
    Today Saltwood Castle is open to the public for a limited period during the summer, and as members of the History Society discovered on 5th July, it is well worth a visit. We were somewhat pressed for time, but were lucky enough to get permission from Sir Kenneth Clark to see inside the ground floor of the gatehouse, which contains valuable collections of antiques, curios, and first editions.

    Last year boys from the school were able to travel throughout Europe owing to the generous grants made to them from the Leney Travelling Scholarships. They were able to visit countries and places which they otherwise would not have had the chance to see, pursuing their particular interests and broadening their outlook on life in general. Some went to Fair Isle, Scotland, for ornithology; others to Holland, to study the reclamation of land, Italy, for Opera and Visual Art, Greece, for History, Art, and Religion.
    The two boys, S. Wilson and D. Beer, who went to Fair Isle to study birds not only managed to see many rare species, and to learn how birds are ringed and classified, but also spent a month living in comparative isolation and having to fend for themselves. One of the islanders said to them that "here you are somebody, in Dover you are nobody", and this is certainly supported by the way in which the two boys threw themselves whole-heartedly into the life on the island.
    While they were there they helped in the observatory and learned about ringing, and how birds are weighed and measured to differentiate one species from another that is very similar. They hunted rabbits for food with a gun and dog; they killed a sheep by hand, cut it up for meat, and cured the skin; they helped in the harvest, and learned how the islanders sowed their seed: by mixing it with water, taking the mixture into the mouth, and spraying it onto the tilled lands; they helped ship sheep from one island to another, and also dipped the animals; and they helped to paint and prepare a lorry which was used by the Queen and Prince Philip when they visited the island.
    They not only saw hundreds of species of birds, many rare, but also noted the rest of the natural life of the island. They fished, and saw many Pilot Whales, and families of seals basking on the rocks or rolling and jumping in the sea. They saw and marvelled at how the sheep managed to climb and graze on seemingly sheer 500 ft. cliffs.
    Apart from this they entered into the social life of the islanders. They attended the weekly services at the Kirk, helped with the mail—one of the boy's uncles is the post-master there—drove the lorry for transport, helped in sailing the boat, went to the film-shows, and attended the dances which were very popular with the younger people on the island. The final dance they went to was especially fine as it was the last to be held before the young people returned to school at Lerwick, and so everyone was determined that it was to be a success.
    They came back after a month on Fair Isle having learned a lot about ornithology and the natural life of such a place. And, perhaps just as important, their outlook on life had been broadened by their having to live with a people whose way of life is so completely different from ours. It says very much for the two boys that they enjoyed their stay on the island, and felt truly sorry at having to leave to return once again to "civilization."
    Another boy, D. J. Brennan, was able to visit Italy and hear Italian opera and visit the great art centres. Altogether he spent three weeks there, and in three very different places: Milan, Rome and Verona.
    Milan is the great industrial and economic capital of Italy, a rich and expanding city. It is also one of the great musical and art centres of Europe, possessing the "Scala Theatre", the Sforzesco Palace, and the Brera Gallery. Its great cathedral is an imposing and awful structure, decorated on the exterior by over 2,000 statues, and the interior dark and gloomy on account of the great stained glass windows. Almost as famous, but for another reason, is the comparatively tiny church of Santa Maria delle Grazie whose sole claim to universal fame is that it was on the refectory wall of the church that Leonardo da Vinci painted the most famous of all pictures, "The Last Supper". The great museum and art gallery of the Sforzesco Palace is world-renowned for the tasteful and explicit way in which the exhibits are displayed: it serves as a model for all museums.
    In Rome he decided that it would be impossible to say anything about the city that had not been said before, and that his first impressions were like those of thousands of others. Pope Pius IXth once had some visitors and asked them how long each was staying in Rome: "One week", one replied, to which the Pope answered, "You will see everything"; another said "Six months," and the Pope answered, "You will find that you will not have had time to see enough"; a third said "Two years," and Pius IXth said, "You will see nothing." In this exchange the heart of the question of Rome's appeal is reached. It is a city which has something to offer superficially, in even the shortest of visits; but as one's stay lengthens one comes to realize that one does not understand Rome at all, and therein lies the appeal. Rome is a timeless city, whose only time has always been the present, and that is why she is immortal.
    It was at Verona that he ended his "Roman holiday." The great amphitheatre there was the scene of a tremendous summer opera festival which he attended. As well as the music there was a beautiful exhibition of Chinese paintings at the Castelvecchio, and also the house of the world's most celebrated lovers, Romeo and Juliet, to visit.
    At the other side of Europe, higher up the map that is, is Holland, and two boys, A. C. Abrahams and J. Gardner, were helped to go to study the Delta works and the reclamation of land. The boys had previously written to the engineer in charge of this operation, and so when they arrived in Holland they met him and he personally took them over the works.
    The Delta Plan is one of Holland's greatest battles against the sea. It consists of the construction of a series of dams and lockgates linking the islands of the Rhine, thus collecting valuable fresh water and shortening the shoreline by 435 miles. Briefly the method consists in building a circular dam in the middle of the estuary, pumping the crater dry, and building lockgates on the dry river bed. When this is completed the dam is destroyed. The sensation of walking on the floor of the pit, and realizing that one was below sea-level, was decidedly unnerving at first. The boys were told that in ten years' time there would be a huge motorway built high above the sea on the piles that were then being sunk, and that where they were standing there would be fish swimming once again amongst streaming sea-weeds.
    While they were in Holland they cycled from Youth hostel to Youth hostel, exploring and noting the life and customs of the Dutch people. They particularly enjoyed meeting the youth of the different European and American countries, and joined with them in all sorts of exploits. They stayed in one Youth hostel among a maze of lakes, and the hostel warden lent the hostellers his boat so that they could go for an evening cruise. As they moved gently along they sang their national songs to each other, accompanied by guitars, and the underlying spirit of the expedition tremendously impressed the two boys.
    They did not spend all their time in the country, for they also visited Rotterdam, which they discovered was one of the most modem cities in Europe, or, indeed, in the world. The scars of the war had been completely erased, and in their place was a shining, modem city. The shopping and entertainments centre was a complete contrast to London. In Rotterdam no cars or buses are allowed in the shopping area; instead there are wide boulevards decorated with flowers, and shaded by trees. The architecture of the city is very modem, and its various commemorative sculptures are in the contemporary style.
    Finally, two boys, J. R. Greer and P. J. Burke, were able to visit Greece to study history, architecture, and religion. To reach Greece they travelled on the Istanbul express through Belgium, Germany, Austria, Yugoslavia, and Greece. They arrived in Athens only two hours late after a journey of 1,500 miles, and were very glad to descend from the train after three days' continuous travelling.
    Their first impression was of a white, spare, hot country, and they were particularly glad that fruit was extremely cheap as it provided a nutritious and thirst-quenching diet. While they were there they ate simply, tending to avoid suspicious sounding foods such as sheeps-entrails, squid, and shish-kebab.
    A fine, spacious flat in Anthens, kindly lent by a Russian lady, became the base for their explorations. From its window they could see the temple of Olympian Jupiter and Hadrian's Arch, both dominated by the Acropolis towering above Athens on its rocky height. To the right, set on a pinnacle of rock was a monastery, overlooking the Royal Palace, and to the left the port of Piraeus. Athens, they found, is a curious blend of ancient and new, with ferroconcrete blocks of flats and marble-pillared monuments; old taverns and jazzy night-clubs; and the hum of crickets sounding against the roar of traffic in the crowded boulevards.
    But Athens, Thessalonika, and Patras are the only really modem cities of Greece; elsewhere the dust of classical antiquity lies undisturbed in places like the Temple of Poseidon at Sounion, set high on a rocky peninsula and Temple of the Oracles of Appollos Delphinos at Delphi, high in craggy mountains, amidst quiet olive groves. There were the ruins of Olympia, and the hugh amphitheatre of Epidaurus which is still used for performances of Greek tragedy and opera, and in which they just missed hearing Maria Callas singing the title role in a production of "Norma", the Palace at Mycenae where Agamemnon was murdered by his wife Clymestra, where countless treasures have been found, and finally Corinth, the Greek village where St. Paul preached.
    The two boys left Greece with their minds full of the memories of the Acropolis in the evening sky; ruined temples, calm and graceful; the island Hydra, with its white-walled fishing village; the meals of fresh fruit and wine; and the countless hours bathing in turquoise ever-warm water. The visit gave the two boys valuable experiences; they became acquainted with many Greek people, and came to understand something of that race upon whose civilization and philosophy Europe and the world is built.

    Our perambulations across Europe, which were eventually to lead us to Italy, Florence, Rome and the 1960 Olympic Games began on Thursday, 1st September. We left the 'bus station with great consternation for it was feared that one boy had not turned up . . . that was almost me because I was one day out of chicken pox quarantine. Fortunately the hapless lad had made his own way to Folkestone harbour.
    The journey from Folkestone to Calais was rough but uneventful except when an extra large wave broke enough glassware to keep the White Cliffs Hotel out of need for a year.
    Calais was reached and immediately it began to rain—after all Calais is only 20 miles from English weather. Having just caught our train we settled down for a meal and silence reigned supreme. The night was passed in couchettes and Basle was reached by 4 a.m. We wandered around until 6 a.m. when breakfast was served. At 7.30 we continued through Switzerland across the border and into a sweltering Italy. I have never seen so much liquid consumed in my short life.
    Florence was reached by 5 in the evening and we were transported to the Pensione Splendor. After a brush and wash up in spotless rooms we had our first encounter with spaghetti. After our efforts our first visit was made to Florence. Florence does not close down in the evening, it is just opening up and life has just begun. The streets are narrow and cobbled and people hurry past. Shops are open and brightly lit windows advertise goods from Chianti to crucifixes. The market was open till late and there was the inevitable bargaining over such goods as straw hats and wallets or even the size of your water melon.
    A new day began with a continental breakfast and then the sight seeing started in earnest. There was so much to see and so little time; the cathedral, its famous gate, the town square, the Doge's palace, the statues, museums, art galleries, the shops and stalls. Conducted tours were not welcomed for we preferred to see what we wanted. Having paid our entrance money the palace was entered and eventually the top was reached, where the view was comparable with that from the top of the Eiffel Tower.
    Of course, art is most important in Florence and in the several museums and galleries, and in the monastery which we visited, we saw priceless works of art which a nation's wealth could not buy. Da Vinci, Michaelangelo, Titian, Botticelli, Tintoretto—the names just roll off your tongue, and there are the masterpieces of the world at your feet. There is nothing to compare with them and enough praise cannot be made.
    Shops and restaurants had also to be visited and I should think that we did more for the Florentine ice cream men than Winston Churchill has done for England. They made a fortune out of us and deserved it. At last came Sunday and my visit to a small church, so old and beautiful, where in 30 minutes flat the priest raced through the Mass.
    Rome was reached by train and a coach took us to the "camp"; the "rooms" in "huts" were tiny. There were no proper roofs, the beds were mere bunks with straw mattresses and one rough blanket. We were furious. The food was atrocious and so only 2 days were spent in Rome. During this time we saw Olympic hockey and athletics.
    At the athletics we saw two new world records in the men's 400 metres and 1,500 metres. The athletics were superb and continued by flood light when they fell behind schedule. In the 400 metres Otis Davis beat Carl Kauffman, of Germany, by one-fifth of a second in 44.9 secs. Herb Elliot's running in the 1,500 metres was fantastic and this was a day well spent.
    The Vatican City was a must for me and St. Peter's was no failure. The beauty and size astonished and fascinated me and the hundreds of other tourists, and the Papal Treasury was full of riches beyond belief.
    Alas, conditions in the "camp" were too unpleasant and a return to Florence was made. The remaining days were spent sight-seeing and several afternoons were enjoyed at a very luxurious swimming pool. The evenings in quiet cafes were beautiful and one we went to adjoined one in which there was a full orchestra and two opera singers.
    All good things must come to an end, however, and we were forced to quit our life of luxury in the Pensione to return home. The route was exactly the same and home was reached with the satisfaction of time and money well spent and invaluable knowledge of Italy gained, as well as souvenirs to remind us of an Italian holiday.

    Although it was rather cold that early March morning, our spirits were undaunted, for at last the day had arrived for us to visit R.A.F. Halton. We set off by coach just after 7 a.m. and arrived at our destination after an enjoyable journey some 4½ hours later. Apart from a slow journey through London, we had made good time.
    We were met at the gates by an official-looking F1/O. who was to be our guide for the day and he took us straight up to one of the many barrack blocks for us to inspect. Much to our surprise the beds were arranged alternately head and tail to the wall, on account of a recent 'flu epidemic. Just across the way was one of three mess rooms where we soon enjoyed dinner in typical R.A.F. style.
    Our actual tour of the camp was not due to start until 1.15 when all the cadets had eaten and marched back to the workshops; so, to kill an hour, we were introduced to the N.A.A.F.I. There we were allowed all the privileges of cadets; we made full use of them by buying cakes, soft drinks, chocolate, playing the juke-box, and sitting in their arm chairs.
    The coach arrived 5 minutes late and took us via the parade ground to the gymnasium. This was the largest of three at Halton, and so well equipped that even outside clubs come to use it. It is one of the best in England and has often been used for Inter-Services boxing matches.
    Here we passed the cadets marching back to the workshops for afternoon lectures. Amongst them were four old boys of the school including Fricker, now a sergeant.
    Beyond the magnificent playing fields we came to the airfield. This is grass and used only by the Halton Flying Club, but beside the hangers was an assortment of jets reserved for the use of the cadets. Amongst them were Canberras, Hunters, Swifts, Meteors, Javelins and a Comet 2 presented by B.O.A.C. On the edge of the airfield was an engine start and test machine. It consisted of the cockpit and engines of an obsolete Beaufighter attached to the front of a wooden hut. All the instruments had been connected to a large panel in the hut, and two of our boys were able to start, check, and stop the engines, just as a pilot or technician would do before take-off.
    We were taken back by coach to the main school buildings where we were given an introduction to Halton by the Principal Education Officer. From there we were rushed over to the wind tunnel to see a quick demonstration and take in as much as we could about the principles of flight.
    At last we were directed to the workshops where I am sure most of us had been itching to go all day. We were immediately split into two parties and sent off with guides.
    Firstly, we covered the elementary training a Halton cadet goes through; including hydraulics, pneumatics, and the repair of perspex, tyres, aircraft skins, and all minor defects. To assist in the good work were about 30 Hunters, several Provosts and a German Komet, the first jet to be used in World War II.
    The time soon passed and we were hurried to the Electrical Section already behind schedule. The main aim there was to find and repair faults in aircraft electrical circuits. The adjacent workshop, we were told, was the engine section and it was to that we next walked. The assortment of engines was fabulous, ranging from the Bloodhound Ramjet, through the Bristol Proteus, to a museum piece which was so old that even the instructor had forgotten its name.
    Lastly we were shown round the Armament Section. There, the more advanced cadets were at work. The first piece we looked at was a "Martin-Baker Ejector Seat" show case, with which I am sure all R.A.F. cadets are thoroughly familiar. Also there were Aden Guns, Gyro gun sights, 20 and 30 mm. cannons, and bombs, including one similar to those used by Guy Gibson to bomb German Submarine pens and rocket pads.
    On arriving back at the Mess, somewhat bewildered by all that we had seen in so short a time, we were confronted with an excellent tea to which we did justice. We were soon back in the coach and on our return journey to Dover. For all of us it had been a long day, and tiring too, but I think that if we had the opportunity, most of us would certainly go again.

    "Trial by Jury" comprised the second half of the Entertainment offered by the School at the end of the Christmas Term. Finding no record in the School's History of a previous Gilbert and Sullivan production one wondered how it could have escaped for so long from this octopus of English amateur opera, and how this first encounter might go.
    The pianist and his percussing partner struck up and we were admitted once more to Gilbert's hilarious courtroom. It was as hilarious as I have ever known it, with a fine knockabout usher directing the early operations. The jurymen were a hearty team, and their shrewd-looking foreman gave an air of purpose to whatever purposeless nonsense went on. The solemn moment of the Judge's entrance restrained an audience that was now reacting enthusiastically, and as the ghost of Handel receded we giggled at the judge's well delivered musical autobiography.
    As the action moved on there were times when I was laughing so much that respite would have been welcome, and on occasion the Counsel provided this with some beautiful singing. This was a promising voice and all the Counsel's submissions were delivered in a legato that charmed the audience.
    The course of the rest of the opera was familiar, but fresh. The Plaintiff gave of her best, and with the beautifully made up bridesmaids won our hearts. The Public backed them up with enormous gusto, and the skill of the musical direction, evident throughout, was nowhere better demonstrated than in the ensemble "A nice dilemma," the awkward rhythms of which were competently managed.
    So to the Finale, and the Judge's self-sacrifice to comic opera court procedure, accomplished to the satisfaction of the entire cast, and the delight of the entire audience.
    This was a successful production, because the enjoyment of the cast bubbled over into the audience. How many amateur and school companies come before the public enervated and demoralised by misguided production! This company was confident and bouncy and it is a tribute to the skill of the producer that the arduous grind of rehearsals was not allowed to dull the colour of his characters.
    The staging was conventional, and perhaps a better plan might have been effected if the Public had been seated at floor level in the front of the Auditorium facing upstage. Here they would have been more accessible to the control of the musical director, and the characters would have had a freer stage. There would have been a gain in audibility, and good use could have been made of the steps.
    Perhaps the suffocating cobwebs of "authentic G. & S." hung darkly over the production team. From their celestial Savoy how the old partners, who were years ahead of their contemporaries in stage techniques, must be chuckling at those present day directors who try to strait-jacket their works into the conditions of seventy years ago. The truly authentic G. & S. man will cast off convention as surely as Gilbert upturned the stale clichés of the Victorian Theatre of his time.

Principals in order of singing
The Usher D. Brennan or P. Smith
The Defendant A. Bushell (Understudy R. Thorp)
The Learned Judge M. Hudsmith or W. Hutchison
Counsel for Plaintiff P. Burke or R. Greer
The Plaintiff F. Conley or M. Styles
The Foreman of the Jury R. Tharp (Understudy S. Pratt)
The Associate M. Hudsmith or W. Hutchison
Barrister P. Burke or R. Greer
Gentlemen of the Jury R. Armstrong, J. Davidson, P. Fish, D. Hopper, J. Lacey, J. Philpot, M. Player, S. Pratt, R. Smith, C. Stewart, K. Tutthill
The Bridesmaids A. Williams, K. Barraclough, K. Belfield, M. De Coster, P. Eckersley, P. Fry, M. Mitchell, R. Owens
Gentlemen of the Public D. Brennan, J. Cairns, E. Dane, R. Eade, C. Edwards, C. Graves, R. Graves, M. Hendy, M. Huntley, D. Johnson, R. Keating, H. Littlehales, J. Lodge, J. Newman, W. Parsons, S. Riley, D. Rowlands, P. Smith, J. Smith
Ladies of the Public B. Ashbee, M. Causer, D. Chaplin, F. Conley, R. Cork, B. Edwards, D. Fleming, J. Graeme, A. Hyland, B. Jarvie, P. Lyons, A. Martin, K. Palmer, R. Pierrot, M. Reid, T. Vardon, P. West, P. White, J. Woolford, D. Yandell, R. Stocks, C. Sanders, M. Styles

The rest of the entertainment consisted of a production of "The Monkey's Paw" by the Staff and some songs by a Choir of junior boys.

    La "Grammar School" de Douvres a eu une fois de plus l'occasion d'applaudir "La Troupe Française " qui, le 2 décembre, est venue jouer deux comédies: "Le Médecin malgré Lui " de Molière at "L' Anglais tel qu'on le parle" de Tristan Bernard.
    La première de ces deux pièces a beaucoup plu; certes, nous sommes loin des comédies "sérieuses", psychologiques—je pense au "Misanthrope" notamment—qui parfois font sourire le spectateur, mais rarement le font rire franchement. "Le Médecin malgré Lui" étant plutot une farce qu'une comédie, nous rions franchement, sans chercher plus loin.
    L'intrigue est simple—les conséquences de la vengeance de Martine—et l'action est menée avec entrain. Sabine Aubain, dans le rôle de Martine, pleine de vivacité et de bon sens, est l'image de la femme simple, mais pleine de ressources; de plus elle a " la langue bien pendue" ce qui amime le dialogue.
    Jean Duplan, dans le rôle de Sganarelle, a joué comme l'exigeait son personnage; il est bien digne de sa femme; comme elle, il sait saisir les occasions qui se présentent, on le croit médecin? Bon, alors, il l'est, et par la suite il jouera ce rôle sans protester, d'une part à cause des coups de bâton, d'autre part parce qu'il a tout à gagner.
    Sganarelle est vraiment le personnage central qui anime route la pièce; c'est certainement le seul qui nous fasse rire franchement; certes, les bastonnades sont des procédés faciles pour déclancher le rire, mais il y a plus que cela; la drôlerie de la situation—un paysan ivrogne qui devient médecin, qui agit comme un médecin, qui parle latin et grec—les jeux d'expression de Jean Duplan, ses jeux de scène ajoutent encore au comique. On se souviendra certainement de la scène où il apparaît, vêtu de la robe noire et du haut chapeau, l'air important; ses gestes sont sûrs, il est vraiment maître de lui, et ses mats latins, tout en faisant rire le spectateur provoquent l'admiration de Géronte et de son entourage.
    A côté de Martine et Sganarelle, leg autres personnages sont beaucoup plus effacés; Lucas (Gaston Richer) et Valère (Jacques Frison) n'avaient pour fonction que de donner a la pièce sa couleur paysanne.
    Pour tout dire, disons que cette pièce a atteint son but: celuide faire rire; elle n'avait
pas d'autre prétention.
    Avec " L'Anglais tel qu'on le parte ", nous passons à une comédie quelque peu différente. Celle-ci est une piéce moderne; le cadre, leg personnages, sont de notre époque, mais là encore, le comique est du plus simple.
    La situation est assez inhabituelle—Eugène est engagé comme interprète, mais il ne gait pas un mat d'anglais. De là découle tout ce qui se passe plus tard; route l'action se concentre sur ce personnage, et c'est sur lui qu'est fixée l'attention des spectateurs. Eugène (Jean Duplan) domine les autres personnages, c'est lui le personnage comique; leg autres sont dans une situation vraisemblable—Hogson recherche sa fille Betty qui s'est enfule à Paris avec Julien Cicandel; Hogson arrive à l'hôtel où s'est réfugie le couple, et là il découvre sa fille. C'est Eugène qui fait naître le comique en faisant semblant de traduire l'anglais que parle Hogson. C'est Eugène à lui seul qui a provoqué le rire, tantôt par ses reparties inattendues et son sang-froid, tantôt par ses efforts pour échapper aux obligations de sa prétendue profession.
    Ces deux comédies, différentes à divers points de vue, ont cependant certains points communs; dans les deux cas, il s'agit d'un personnage qui se fait passer pour ce qu'il n'est pas, d'un imposteur, dirions-nous. Et c'est ce personnage, placé dans une situation inhabituelle, qui à lui seul, par ses jeux de scène et d'expression, déclanche le comique et fait rire le spectateur.
    Pour condure, disons que ces ceux comédies n'avaient pas beaucoup de prétentions; leur but était de faire Tire, et ce but, elles l'ont parfaitement atteint.

    On Wednesday afternoons throughout the year the Sixth Form has been privileged to hear many interesting lectures and to see three remarkable films. Space allows us to print accounts of only a few but the rest will be found listed in 'In Brief.'
    The film "The Red Balloon" was introduced by the Headmaster as having at the same time won the critics' highest praise and excited great controversy since its simplicity and undoubted power verged on naivety and sentimentality. Undoubtedly it was technically brilliant and the photographer showed himself a fine visual observer who imparted a clever realism to the symbolism, but it was just this relationship between the real and the symbolic that was questionable. There was indeed some feeling among the members of the Sixth Form that the middle of the film was lost in the glorification of the camera and that the end was sentimental and childish, yet, since the logic of the plot was not betrayed and the final shots of the ascending balloons had about them a tragic solemnity which achieved a reconciliation with the dingy slums, nobility, sincerity and humanity, not melodrama and sentimentality were the impressions which the majority of the audience formed.
    "Vision Fantastica" again was a film in which camera technique played a dominant role for the device of solarisation was constantly employed. Immediately the first frame flashed onto the screen the entire Sixth Form was shocked. What was this? A film or a negative? Although this characteristic afforded some interesting shots of, for instance, black waves breaking against white rocks, and suggested well the heat of Spain, most people felt that on the whole it was at best an amusing novelty or at worst a dismal failure.
    The first speaker of the year was Mr. J. Arbuthnot, Conservative M.P. for Dover, who considered the racial problems of Africa. We must beware of a too easy criticism of apartheid, he said, and must realise that a boycott of South African goods would be less damaging than the possible reply, a refusal to sell gold for sterling. The situation there was compared with that in the Rhodesias and Nyasaland, and this led on to a consideration of the colonial policies of Britain, France, Belgium and Portugal during which it was suggested that the comparative success of the British was because we had built up the natives into responsible citizens.
    Mr. Lee, who opposed Mr. Arbuthnot in the last election, spoke on current dissentions in the Labour Party. He said the party had always been a coalition of groups with different ways of achieving the same object, but now some people were opposing each other more as personalities than political opponents, and this situation had not been helped by a hostile press. He illustrated this by reference to the group in favour of unilateral disarmament and went on to give his personal views on that problem, extending it into a consideration of the relationship between the U.S.A. and the United Kingdom.
    A talk on "China Today" was given by Mrs. C. E. Williamson, who explained how the impoverished peasants revolted in 1949 against the powerful landowners and established the People's Republic. Whether we thought communism good or bad we must understand it, she said, and described how education was being developed there and how the economic system worked. Whereas capitalists let things sort themselves out communists control industrial output and this was illustrated by the Chinese communes. People worked harder in China because they felt they were working for themselves and great encouragement was given to the young with initiative.
    "Britain and Europe, Past and Present" was Mr. John Woolford's theme. He began by tracing Britain's connections with Europe throughout history, explaining that it was only in the last century that a feeling of isolation from the rest of the continent was allowed to develop.
    However, the First World War proved that we could not ignore events inside Europe and today, he claimed, we should forsake all the remnants of our former Empire and join the European Common Market, which he believed was the only scheme which would enable the country to look into the future with confidence.
    Mr. John Haynes, County Education Officer for Kent, started his talk on "The Structure of English Education" by telling us he proposed only to cover the subject of education beyond the Sixth Form. He described the rapid growth of University places and pointed out how difficult this made it for the Universities to find staff. He spoke of the varying standards of work found amongst the Universities and even amongst the faculties of one University before moving on to consider the methods employed to select applicants to fill places. Under the present system there was much inefficiency and no common standard and he suggested that to solve this problem a single board was required.

    Annual Training last year was held at Devonport on board H.M.S. Daring and since the ship was about to leave for Iceland, certain members of our section now have first-hand knowledge of taking in stores and ammunition. Other highlights of the week were gunnery instruction at H.M.S. Cambridge and a visit by the Commander-in-Chief, Plymouth, Admiral Sir Richard Onslow, K.C.B., D.S.O. Meanwhile P/O. Hutchison attended an electrical course at H.M.S. Collingwood.
    In the course of the year a large number of cadets have passed the A/B and Naval Proficiency examination while L/S Graham and Wilkinson have passed the Advanced Naval Proficiency Examination. Annual Training this year was held during the Easter holidays at H.M.S. Excellent and it was gratifying to read the following passage in a report received by the School:
    "I should like to congratulate the boys of your section who spent their Easter Training period at Fraser Gunnery Range on their cheerful attitude and the willing way in which they worked. Their bearing and appearance were of the very highest order.
    Cadets Duffy, Graham, Marsh and Belfield were particularly commended for their leadership and smartness.
    After Easter, attention was first focused on the Annual Inspection when displays included communications (by morse, semaphore and code flags), ceremonial rifle drill and the use of sheerlegs, and then on a display for Open Day. We expect, after this, to receive a substantial intake from the basic section which should bring our numbers for next year up to something over thirty. Hutchison, Duffy, and Abrahams are among the senior N.C.O's. leaving school this term which means that a number of younger members will bear the responsibility of leadership next year.

    Annual training this year was at Stradishall, an out-of-the-way Hunter station in Suffolk. This was an exceptionally enjoyable camp, thanks mainly to a very full and well organized programme laid on by the station. This included dinghy drill at the swimming baths in Saffron Walden and a more-than-usually interesting exercise, on which one who shall be nameless contrived to lose one of his shoes in a river.
    Flying times were, as usual, a little disappointing, owing to unserviceable aircraft and to the fact that we shared the camp with three other schools, with whom, incidentally, we managed to live surprisingly amicably. However, every cadet got one flight in a Chipmunk and two or three lucky ones had Meteor flights.
    The year as a whole has been quite fair for the section, but the general standard could have been improved by a greater show of keenness from the more senior members of the section. However, a special effort was made for the Annual General Inspection and the section put up a respectable show.
    Eight cadets are attending a gliding course in the summer holidays. This will prepare them for the arrival of our own primary glider next year. There is not enough room to fly the glider at school, but cadets can be instructed in the cockpit drill and checks.

The Basic Section of 1960 was so small that it was not possible to run three sections on the number of cadets available. Therefore, because of rapidly decreasing numbers and the lack of officers from members of Staff, it was decided that the Army Section should be temporarily disbanded. However, a nucleus of four N.C.O's. and one member of the staff remained to take charge of this year's Basic Section which consisted of approximately 65 cadets.
The entire course of instruction has been given by S.S.I. Hackett of Dover College and the N.C.O's. of the school. It may be said that this year's Basic Section has been in the nature of an experiment, which would have failed had it not been for the high degree of enthusiasm shown. During the Autumn Term thirty-three boys gained certificates from the Fire Service for passing, in their spare time, a course of Firefighting and Rescue. The results of the Part I Proficiency Examination have been most encouraging for out of the total number of candidates only three failed, but twenty-seven gained credits. Ten boys have been chosen to re-form the Army Section, whilst the remainder join the Senior Sections of their choice. However, it is encouraging to note that the provisional figure for next year's Basic Section is over seventy.

    During the Easter holidays, two courses were run at Thetford, in Norfolk, for Cadet N.C.O's. of Eastern Command. Sgt. Allerton and Cpl. Haig attended the first course whilst Cpls. Cooper and Greenwell attended the second. Its principal purpose was to give practical experience in leadership to promising cadets.
    On arrival we were divided into platoons and sections and then we were shown to some rather cold, tin huts which were to be our homes for the next nine days. Three main exercises took place during the Course, a 15-hour, a 24-hour and a 40-hour exercise. This meant that we were out until midnight on two nights and out all night on two others.
Undoubtedly the most popular feature of the Course was the motor cycle training when each Cadet had his own machine. Other training, held between exercises included first aid, drill, map-reading, bivouacing and cooking, and fitness training. We were also put through an assault course, the hazards of which were made worse by the instructors who took great delight in throwing thunder-flashes just as one was balancing on a few inches of bridge in the middle of a river or hanging by one's finger tips from a twelve foot wall. For those who survived the day's training films were shown in the evening.
    The first two exercises were comparatively easy, despite the rain and the cold weather which unfortunately persisted throughout the first Course, but the last exercise severely tested cadets' mental and physical stamina. After marching at least fifteen miles, and setting up camps, platoons had to send out fighting patrols during the night, comprised of those who could still walk! The next day patrols were again sent out and several battles ensued which, when all blank ammunition had been used up, invariably degenerated into free fights and the instructors were forced to intervene. Despite this the only " battle casualty" was one cadet with a cut on his forehead from his own rifle. The exercise ended with a superb battle which was made the most of by cadets who had to lie on the wet ground late at night for up to two hours before it took place. Then tired, but happy, we were returned to camp just after midnight. We devoured a supper of hot soup and tea and then cleaned ourselves up, packed our suitcases and eventually at about 3 o'clock in the morning went to bed for a few hours. By nine o'clock that same morning we were all waiting at Thetford station for the train which would carry us home.
    Despite the cold weather, the tough training, and the lack of sleep, most cadets seemed happy and the course provided us with experience that should prove invaluable in the future.

    The change-over to the Bibliographical Classification of H. A. Bliss has progressed rather less swiftly than we had hoped, chiefly because of other demands on the Library room. Nevertheless, some light is twinkling through. Reclassification is complete in Junior Fiction, Social Science, Geography, Mathematics, Physics, Chemistry, Biology, Divinity; almost complete in French, Latin and History; and there is, at the time of writing, a reasonable prospect of completing the English Section by the end of term. Copies of the abridged Classification itself are also ready. As soon as reclassification is complete, the books will be regrouped on the shelves; and then, taking arms against an ocean of inaccuracies, we shall begin tracking down all the slips and errors of outrageous boyhood—all the original sins—which make the work intriguing, infuriating, unending.
    On occasion, however, we can look back with satisfaction; the past four years have seen two other solid achievements: Fiction and Non-Fiction Accession Books and an Author Index were both started from scratch and are now up-to-date (E. & O.E.). All three major operations have been carried out with the Library in use (the phrase' working efficiently' would be too fanciful), though we cannot claim with another old foundation that we never closed.
    It is not merely a convention but a pleasure to thank those who help in the work of the Library. But we owe much more than conventional gratitude to Hendy and Knowles for their hard work in the first half of the year, to Littlehales Senior for his dedication to guillotine, gum and goonery and most of all to Graves, C. (with his mentor, Graves, R.) for the way in which, at very short notice indeed, he took over the duties of Library Prefect; not merely did the work continue without hiatus: it went more smoothly than before.
    It is less pleasing to have to report yet again that losses and unauthorised borrowings have been large in number; it is distressing that it is the Sixth Form which is chiefly guilty of this anti-social conduct. Is it merely a rumour that the accepted thing is to take all the books one needs for revision? Even if this prevents others from revising efficiently? It would be a healthier sign if the old custom were to be revived whereby, in acknowledgement of all that the School has given, each Sixth and Fifth Form presented a new book to the Library on leaving. Then we might be able to build up a larger library, one that could give better service.
    Sometimes books are presented: we recall, for instance, a splendid volume on France from J. C. G. Binfield (1951-58); "The Four Georges" from J. F. Mummery (1949-57); one Thirteen-Volume History of the Great War from P. E. Philpott (1931-39) and another from K. Loveard (1959- ); and several other volumes at various times, chiefly from boys in the Junior School.
    It is always a great pleasure to have books offered for the Library, even when, as on one occasion, they include five copies of " Treasure Island" to add to the eleven copies we already possess. If the School Library cannot use them the many flourishing Form libraries probably will.
    We should be particularly glad to have (even, perhaps, to pay for) copies of books written by Old Pharosians, books about Old Pharosians, books FROM Old Pharosians, and books or other publications (including prints and maps) about Dover and the surrounding districts which send boys to the School.
    It is high time we had both a ' School Collection' and a ' Local Collection.'
STOP PRESS: A special concentrated effort all round has completed the reclassification.

The Historical Unit has conlcuded the preliminary routine work of making a pre-1936 old boys' card-register from the old school records, and is now progressing to more interesting work. On Tuesday, 30th May, came our first break with routine: a mass meeting was held (lasting from 6 o'clock to 9.45) during which a small army of boys, masters and Old Boys transcribed names and addresses from the card index to paper, and addresses then being amended as far as possible by a board of ladies and gentlemen all connected with the school for a long time. The papers then formed two files, pre- and post-1936.
All Old Boys whose addresses are on these lists should by now have received a letter asking for information about their careers since leaving school and, in fact, the first replies are already trickling in. A ' News Letter' was issued last term by the Old Pharosians with our help and we hope in the future to publish a register, section by section, of Old Boys and their careers.

STOP PRESS: By 25th July, 2,400 appeals had been issued, 600 had been returned as undeliverable and 110 replies had been received containing donations to the register fund amounting to £52 and subscriptions to the Old Pharosians reaching £74 plus 22 bankers orders.

Everyone knows what quads are—but if you ask a printer you will discover they are not what you had always thought. Nuts too mean something quite different to a printer, for printing has a language of its own, and since the School acquired an Adana printing press in September there has existed a small group of senior boys, working under the imprint of ' The Guild of Printers', who have been learning this language and who, among many activities, have wisely learnt to mind their 'p's' and 'q's' and to distinguish between muttons and nuts.
    Since those early days in the Autumn Term when we were constantly running out of letters, the Guild has grown from strength to strength and has met regularly twice a week and many lunch times as well. Our first job was the printing of tickets and programmes for the Christmas Entertainment. Because we had but one fount of 10 pt. type we had to pass the programme through the press no less then eight times! By printing and selling a Guild Christmas card we were able to afford a further fount of type and another composing stick enabling us to print programmes with far less sweat and blood (though this is still considerable as any loyal Guild member will testify). The press has not been idle for a moment and the numerous jobs we have undertaken include the " Titfield Thunderbolt" programmes, the programme covers for Sports Day, programmes for Open Day, the official School letter-headings, certificates for the C.C.P. and the Sailing Club, envelopes and biographical cards for the Old Boys Register and Appeal Committee, and visiting cards, printed stationery and change-of-address cards for parents and staff. Moderate charges have been made and from the small proceeds the Guild has bought a fount of Ashley Script in 24 pt., a fount of 14 pt. Klang, and a lead and rule cutter as well as further supplies of spacing material. It is estimated that the press has been operated 30,000 times, which means that the rollers must have travelled a distance equivalent to that between Dover and Canterbury!
    The Guild is indebted to Mr. Thorpe for his generous gift of the book " Printing Design and Layout" by Vincent Steer, and also to L. Cowling of L. 6 M. for a further composing stick. Finally, we would like to thank all those boys throughout the school who gave valiant service on the ' treadmill' passing 30,000 pieces of paper through the press.
    The Guild is open to Senior boys only and welcomes new apprentices.

    In the Autumn Term the Senior Orchestra did not meet, most of its members being involved in the production of "Trial by Jury." The Junior Orchestra, however, continued its rehearsals and in January the two bodies joined forces to prepare some items for the concert given during the visit of Ebbw Vale School Rugby XV. Our numbers in the lower string sections still give us much anxiety—this year more than ever but we hope to augment the 'cello section in the not-too-distant future. Even so, we shall be without a viola player next term and anybody considering the possibility of taking up this instrument would be given every encouragement.
    Our last engagement of the year was on Open Day, 22nd July, when a concert given during tea in the Dining Room took the place of the usual concert in the Hall. On this occasion we performed a set of pieces by James Brown and a suite of pieces by Corelli, arranged by Barbirolli, in which the clarinet soloist was D. Johnson (4 A.).
    A great deal of assistance in the training of the junior players has been given by R. Thorp (D. 6 Sc. and Head Prefect), the leader of the orchestra, who will be sorely missed after this term. It was as a recognition of his sterling work in the orchestra that he was asked to conduct the players for part of the Open Day Concert.

    The Autumn term was an extremely busy one for the Choir. All its members were in the cast of " Trial by Jury" and preparations had also to be made for the end-of-term Carol Service at St. Mary's Church, which proved to be a most impressive and worthwhile occasion. Then, in early March, we took part in the School Concert at which the Ebbw Vale Grammar School 1st XV were the specially invited guests.
    Because most of the seniors were busy with examinations and others were leaving before the end of term, it was decided to give them a rest during the summer. For the first time only the trebles sang at Open Day, held this year in July.
    Although several good basses are leaving and in spite of the fact that the Choir has not sung as a body for a whole term, we look forward to a good start in September, when we shall again be preparing for the Christmas Carol Service. With the experience and concentration of its members, the Choir should quickly attain once more the high standard of performance for which it has become well-known and widely appreciated.

The club held meetings throughout the Autumn and Spring Terms, on alternate Thursday evenings, in the Library. The number attending the early meetings was fair, but decreased after the Christmas holidays as outdoor activities tended to draw away the seniors. Virtually all the support, therefore, came from the lower and middle schools, and the upper only condescended to join in the club's activities for the annual competition, which was held in the latter half of the Autumn Term.
The battles which take place on the chess board, with their intricate deployment of men and their attack and counter attack, have fascinated men for centuries. Why not come along and join us, and discover this pleasure for yourself?

The activities of the Cercle Français comprised a varied programme of talks and readings. In the literary field extracts from Voltaire's "Candide" and scenes from Moliere's "Tartuffe" were read and discussed. In addition, 6th Form members prepared and read papers on aspects of the French Romantic Movement: the historical background, the novel and drama. In the musical sphere Brennan (M. 6 M.) gave an interesting talk on the life and work of Berlioz and explained the theme of " La Symphonie Fantastique " which he illustrated by gramophone records. Mr. Marriott spoke to the Cercle on the painter Paul Cezanne and provided a variety of illustrations of the work of this famous French artist. We also had a first-hand account of Alsace and Lorraine from our assistant, Monsieur Remy. The year's programme concluded with an entertaining talk on the History of Paris, given by Madame Langhorne, a speaker kindly sent to us by the Lecture Department of the French Embassy.
The Cercle Français thus continues to provide a useful background to the work of the classroom and helps to give us a picture of the various aspects of French civilization and culture. Its activities are of course not only of interest to those studying French and it was encouraging to see the number of non-specialists who attended our meetings. We look forward to their continued support in the future.

    Once again the season has been satisfactory as far as sailing is concerned, but the sailing club needs more support. Although the attendance of novices for theoretical work last winter was better than we expected, very few new members have shown sufficient keenness as far as practical sailing is concerned, and we have no new helmsmen so far.
    Although the three school Herons are not the best-looking boats on the beach, they still seem to win. Repairs have again been heavy, but there is life in the old boats yet!
    In the R.C.P.Y.C's. Spring Points Series, the school boats gained 1st, 2nd and 4th places. The Summer Series goes on till October, but up to the time of going to press the school boats were well up on the list, while in the Dover Regatta, M. J. Styles gained 3rd place.
    In the Kent Schoolboys' Championship, held at Ramsgate, there was no wind and a strong tide. This combination of elements prevented the three school boats (and, I hasten to add, many others) from even crossing the starting line.
    Our own Lock Trophy was won this year by C. J. Goldsmith.
    All three school boats have been entered for the Heron National Championship at Herne Bay this year.
    Now that the examinations are over, W. K. Hutchison has started in earnest on his Moth, which is shaping up very well, and Mr. Large, having sold his Enterprise 'Seagoon,' has tinkered with the Moth blueprints and produced a well-built boat which, he assures us, is within the specified measurements allowed for a Moth. We are all anxiously awaiting results! M. J. Hudsmith has also taken a step forward in obtaining a fibre-glass Moth hull, which is now nearing completion.
    P. Hemmings has acquired an 11 + sailing dinghy, and C. J. Goldsmith, having forsaken his ambition to start a Fleetwind Class at Dover, now has a Shearwater Catamaran which he races at Folkestone.
    The many results which have not yet been decided will be included in the next edition.

    After an unspectacular but promising year, it seems that the future of the new society
is assured. Attendances have averaged about a dozen, but it is to be regretted that more fifth-formers have not become founder members; in case you have forgotten this society is yours as well as the sixth's.
    At the inaugural meeting, presided over by Mr. Lister, Mr. Knowles was appointed chairman and Mr. Greer secretary, while Messrs. Peacock and Hendy were elected to the committee. Resignations and the calls of further education have necessitated changes, and Messrs. Greer and Littlehales are now chairman and secretary respectively, while Mr. Walker (L. 6 M.) has replaced Mr. Hendy on the committee.
    Over the past year seven papers have been read, on topics ranging from English coinage to the Byzantine Empire, the Reformation, the development of democracy, the English Church, and the history of Dover; at the last meeting films on the Bayeux Tapestry and the Civil War were shown.
    The committee hopes to diversify the society's activities in order to widen its appeal, and visits to an archives exhibition at Canterbury and to Saltwood Castle have already been made. Mr. Peacock is making tentative plans for archaeological investigations under the auspices of the Society, and other suggestions will be welcomed.

    The ' new look' Phoenix Society has proved a great success, for a poorly supported literary and debating group has become an exclusive sixth-form society, membership of which is a privilege. It is to be hoped that the attitude of its members does not turn it into a clique. Our thanks are due to the masters who have endured muddy shoes invading their best rooms, and who have provided coffee to stimulate the 'angry young men' attacking their deepest convictions.
    Attendances at meetings have been remarkably good, particularly in view of the distance some members have to travel and the demands of other Friday evening engagements. The papers read have covered a wide range of topics, and even if most of the subsequent discussions have turned to politics, we have enjoyed expressing our opinions. Mr. Lister, who kindly gave a talk on Public Opinion, has been the only ' outside speaker', for there has been no lack of contributions from our officers and members.
    At the Annual General Meeting held in July, 1960, Dr. Hinton was elected president, Mr. King, chairman, and Mr. Knowles, secretary. Several members have subsequently left the school, Mr. Knowles being succeeded in his post by Mr. Burke. As an unusually large number are spending a third year in the sixth-form there is a waiting list for entry to the society, but further applicants may still have a fair chance of election. Prospective members should notify Mr. King or Mr. Burke.

    In the middle of the drought of May and early June some first formers decided to form a gardening club and set about finding some ground. This was not as easy as it sounds, for there is a lot of difference between any old bit of barren chalk and a piece of fertile soil on which they could hope for some measure of success. In the end tools were borrowed from Castlemount School and permission obtained to use one of the allotments above the playing fields.
    Then clearing began. It was dry, dusty work on ground which had had no appreciable rain for six weeks, but it was done, and two thirds of it were cleared and divided into " my bit and your bit". One kind parent gave us four boxes of bedding plants, which were shared like the loaves and the fishes. They did not go far but they were invaluable for providing something colourful and rewarding in a very short time.
    Has this, the youngest of the school societies come to stay? The long summer holiday, which is always a testing time for school gardens, will answer that question. If it has, then there are more allotments to be colonized and that greenhouse to be repaired.

The newly formed model club which started early this year got off to a good start. Unfortunately, owing to G.C.E. and form examinations attendances during the latter half of this term fell. However, hard work by all the members produced an excellent display for Open Day which attracted particular interest. The display included control line flying, exhibitions of radio control and free flight aircraft, large and small boats and excellent electric train layouts. Intricate plastic scale models were also on show. Altogether it proved to no end of people the pleasure of this hobby of model making. New members are always welcome particularly from the Junior forms.

    The meetings this year have frequently been held in the evening, either at the home of Mr. Payne or of Dr. Hinton. At our first meeting of the year, P. Jeremy Burke and J. R. Greer, gave a joint talk entitled "Our journey to Greece", since when Dr. Hinton has twice addressed us, first on the subject of "A Twentieth Century Folk Mass" and, on a later occasion, on "A Christian Looks at Politics". Other talks had included "The Orthodox Church" by M. F. Hendy, "The Organization of the S.C.M." by Jack Hogbin and "Religious Life in the Universities" by Mr. John Booth.
    Our meetings, however, have not been entirely composed of talks such as these. In October, we held a Brains Trust which provided members with an opportunity to put forward strong views on a wide range of topics, and in December, the members of the group presented a selection of Christmas Readings. This meeting proved so popular that the last meeting of the Spring Term ended with a number of Easter Readings. This year, we were the hosts of the S.C.M. Conference held on 15th March and this Conference provoked further discussion at one of our meetings.
    Open Day is now fast approaching and our group is preparing an exhibition for the occasion. Since 1961 sees the 350th anniversary of the Authorized Version and also the publication of part of The New English Bible, a Biblical display will form the major part of the exhibition.

At the first meeting there were twelve boys present. A chairman and secretary were elected and then we had a few lectures from several of the boys. The number of members grew until at the last meeting 30 attended. For the first three of four meetings we had lectures on aeronautics, the Prehistoric world, Astronomy, rabbits and many other interesting topics. A little later on we had a filmstrip together with a lecture. Then D. Holmes of 2 X thought that a tape recorder would be a good idea to have with the film. The first recording made was in two parts; it was on the Amazon basin of S. America and proved most successful. At one meeting we put some lectures on tape and played them back, so that the speakers could hear their mistakes and do better next time. During the last few meetings a full scale quiz was held. The final took place during the last meeting, when the Headmaster was present and he gave the last round of questions. P. Owen of 2 X was the Question Master. The Headmaster presented certificates which were made specially for the club.
We hope that next year more boys will attend as our activities are most profitable; amongst other items cine films may be shown together with our own recordings.

    The Cine Club, started last September as a result of the purchase of a camera by the Parents' Association, has progressed steadily.
    The first major task was to film the School Show at Christmas, but this was preceded in November by Speech Day, when a few shots were taken. On the whole the film of "Trial by Jury" was disappointing, owing to lack of artificial light, but it is hoped a better film can be made of "The Merry Wives of Windsor" as new lights for the stage have arrived.
    A record of Ebbw Vale Grammar School's visit to Dover was our next venture, and this was fairly successful. Several good shots were taken, the visit to Dover Castle being one of the best yet "captured" by the camera.
    To complete "The School Year", which was to be the title of the film, shots were taken of Sports Day and the C.C.F. Inspection. These were also successful, and it is hoped to have the film ready by next October.
    We were sorry to hear that Mr. Hull, who has guided us through the difficult first year, is leaving, but we wish him well in his new post. We have no doubts that a new master will offer his services to the club, and any boys from the 5th and 6ths are very welcome.

    This year the Middle School Literary and Debating Society was started to fill the vacuum between the Junior Clubs and the Phoenix Society of the more mature. Attendances began well, with many people taking a lively interest in the Society, but as time went on, apathy spread, and interest and attendances both dropped alarmingly. These were temporarily re-stimulated upon the introduction of a film on the Cup final and a discussion on football in general. However, as no more subjects of like popular interest were used, interest died, and the Society ended the year with more poor attendances.
    As an experiment, the Society may not yet be looked upon as a success. However, the large attendance at one meeting shows that interesting subjects will bring the attention of the bulk of the middle school onto the Society, and these must be used during the next year.
    F. Conley was an efficient chairman throughout the year, well supported by several other enthusiastic third and fourth formers.

    This year's Speech Day was different in many ways from those to which we had become accustomed. Firstly, there was, of course, our new Headmaster who impressed all those present with his interesting report on school activities; then there was the omission of the Choir's songs, the hymn, "Father of Heaven", and the presentation of G.C.E. certificates; finally microphones were dispensed with. There were mixed feelings about these changes.
    To open the proceedings, Mr. D. Bradley, the Chairman of the Governors, announced the singing of the school song. "Forty years on, when. . . ." everyone roared. Who could fail to be carried away by these rousing strains? As the echoes of the organ died away Mr. Bradley turned to welcome Dr. Hinton to his first Speech Day.
    In his report the Headmaster dealt with the school's life in the past year. First he spoke
of Mr. Booth and what he had done for the school, before moving on to talk of the difficulty of coping with growing numbers. Then he described three revealing contrasts which could be seen in the school; first there was that between the 25 boys who gained 5 or more passes at the Ordinary Level of the G.C.E. and the 20 who obtained 1 or more; secondly there was the contrast between the 387 boys who got at least 1 athletic standard and the third of the school who made no attempt at any; finally there was the difference in approach shown by the boys who rushed out of school at 4 o'clock and those who stayed until 5.30 taking part in further activities. Still the ultimate choice must lie with the pupil himself.
    After the prizes had been charmingly distributed by Mrs. Sanders, Mr. D. G. A. Sanders, T.D., M.A., Education and Training Officer of the Metal Box Co., Ltd., gave the address. He was an Old Boy of the school and said that he felt rather like a "rediscovered pre-historic monster." Showing us an early copy of the "Pharos" he reminisced about his first Speech Day. He told us to learn to discriminate between the good and the bad and to develop our talents to the full. Life was like a relay race, he said, in which one generation handed over the torch to another to carry the good spirit on to succeeding generations.
    The day's proceedings ended with the votes of thanks.

The Good Fellowship Prize (given by the Right Worshipful the Mayor of Dover)	A. D. Fordham
The Whitehouse Memorial (Scripture) Prize	F. J. Friend
Essay Prize for a Scriptural Subject (given by Raymond Cook, Esq., President of the Free Church Federal Council, 1959-60)	J. R. Greer
The Robert Michael Brown Memorial Prize for R.A.F. Cadets	K. W. Jarvis
The Old Boys' Cadet Prize	P. J. Chatfield
The Rookwood Prize for Dramatics	R. A. Howell
The School Magazine Prize (given by an Old Boy)	H. G. Littlehales
The Staff Prize	R. G. Thorp
The Headmaster's Prize	N. A. Thacker
The Upper School Reading Prize	G. C. Dobbs
The Middle School Reading Prize	R. E. Armstrong
The Lower School Reading Prize	W. Vallance
The Alan Paddock Memorial Prize (Middle School Good Fellowship, given by Colonel A. Andrews)	J. M. Davidson
The Middle School Special Endeavour Prize (given by the Parents' Association)	D. A. Raines
The Lower School Special Endeavour Prize (given by the Parents' Association)	P. C. White

The English Literature Prize	D. Stubbs
The French Prize	D. Stubbs
The Clatworthy Senior Latin Prize	M. W. Bryan
The Tunnell Senior History Prize	A. D. Fordham
The Geography Prize	A. D. Fordham
The Pure Mathematics Prize	J. D. Cox
The Applied Mathematics Prize	R. G. Thorp
The Edward Ryeland Memorial (Physics) Prize	G. P. Ayres
The Thomas Memorial (Chemistry) Prize	R. C. Mansey
The Biology Prize	D. F. Hadley
The Pudney Prize for Economics (given by E. W. Pudney, Esq.)	K. A. Hamilton
The Economic History Prize	D. Thompson
The Music Prize (given by S. Clout, Esq.)	D. Stubbs
The Engineering Drawing Prize	C. D. McDonald

The Divinity Prize	J. W. Philpott
The Roy Sutton Memorial Prize for English (given by Mr. & Mrs. N. Sutton)	M. R. Nice
The Patrick Elworthy Memorial Prize for French (given by Mr. & Mrs. H. A. Elworthy)	D. Burkimsher
The Clatworthy Junior Latin Prize	C. F. Clements
The Tunnell Junior History Prize	E. Ryley
The Geography Prize	R. F. Summers
The Frederick Ashman Memorial Prize for Mathematics (given by Mr. & Mrs. H. Ashman)	A. J. Hutt
The Physics Prize	C. F. Clements
The Chemistry Prize	C. F. Clements
The General Science Prize	E. F. Ward
The Biology Prize	M. R. Nice
The Lewis Robert Kennedy Memorial Prize for Craft & Engineering (given by Mrs. R. C. Kennedy)	R. Graham
The Woodwork Prize	J. E. Hart
The Geometrical Drawing Prize	H. Brutton
The Art Prize (given by the Parents' Association)	C. F. Clements

The 4 A Form Prize	M. A. Player
The 4 B Form Prize	J. W. Thorpe
The 4 T Form Prize	V. Atkins
The Divinity Prize	M. A. Player
The English Prize	J. W. Thorpe
The History Prize	T. J. Lacey
The Geography Prize	J. D. Hood
The French Prize	M. A. Player
The Latin Prize	M. A. Player
The Mathematics Prize	M. A. Player
The Physics Prize	M. A. Player
The Chemistry Prize	M. A. Player
The Art Prize	R. E. Armstrong
The Craft Prize	B. J. Willis
The Metalwork Prize	A. R. Stephens
The Woodwork Prize	J. D. Hood

The 3 A Form Prize	J. Newman
The 3 B Form Prize	R. D. Curd
The 3 C Form Prize	D. G. Young
The 3 D Form Prize	R. C. Obray
The Divinity Prize	R. D. Curd
The English Prize	F. Conley
The History Prize	J. Woolford
The Geography Prize	R. J. Cork
The French Prize	F. Conley
The Latin Prize	F. Conley
The Mathematics Prize	D. F. Johnson
The Physics & Chemistry Prize	D. F. Johnson
The Art Prize	C. A. Keith
The Craft Prize	R. D. Curd
The Metalwork Prize	J. L. Murr
The Woodwork Prize	D. J. Belfield

D. Stubbs	Open Exhibition in French at Durham University.
A. D. Fordham	Ministry of Education State Scholarship.
K. A. Hamilton	Ministry of Education State Scholarship.
R. C. Mansey	Ministry of Education State Scholarship.
G. P. Ayres	Distinction in Physics, Advanced Level G.C.E.
J. D. Cox	Distinction in Physics, Advanced Level G.C.E.
G. H. R. Cranham	Distinction in Art, Advanced Level G.C.E.
R. C. Mansey	Distinction in Physics, Advanced Level G.C.E.
R. G. Thorp	Distinction in Physics, Advanced Level G.C.E.
K. W. Jarvis	Flying, Scholarship under which he gained a Civil Pilot's Certificate; selected for reciprocal visit to U.S.A.
W. F. Bloomfield.	1st in Junior Pole Vault, Kent A.A.A. Championships.
J. Whetton	1st in Senior High Jump, Kent Schools' Championships.

House Challenge Shield—Frith House (House Master, Mr. W. H. Jacques, House Captain, C. R. McCarthy).
The Tunnell Memorial Sports Cup—F. A. Prue.

Results of the University of London Examination for the General Certificate of Education at the Advanced Level:—

R. E. Armstrong	Art.
G. P. Ayres	Physics with Distinction, Pure Maths.
P. G. Bell	French.
P. F. Bostock	Engineering Drawing, Woodwork.
D. J. B. Brennan	English Literature, French.
P. Jeremy Burke	English Literature with Distinction, Geography, French.
P. John Burke	Economics, History.
J. D. Cox	Physics with Distinction, Chemistry.
J. Duffy	Pure Maths, Applied Maths, Physics.
J. D. Gardner	Pure Maths, Applied Maths, Physics.
D. J. Godden	Geography, French.
D. R. Godden	English Literature.
C. Graves	Geography, French.
R. Graves	Pure Maths, Applied Maths, Physics.
J. R. Greer	English Literature, History.
J. E. Hart	Woodwork.
M. F. Hendy	French, History, Latin.
M. J. Hudsmith	Pure Maths, Physics, Chemistry.
K. W. Hunt	Pure Maths, Physics, Chemistry.
W. K. Hutchison	Pure Maths, Applied Maths, Physics.
P. G. Johnson	Physics, Engineering Drawing.
R. A. Kitchen	Pure Maths, Physics.
C. W. Lewis	Physics.
H. G. Littlehales	English Literature, Geography, History.
C. D. McDonald	Pure Maths, Applied Maths.
R. C. May	Pure Maths, Applied Maths, Physics.
N. L. Murr	Engineering Drawing.
M. R. Nice	Art.
R. W. Page	English Literature, History, Religious Knowledge.
D. N. Pettet	Art.
D. J. Rees	Engineering Drawing.
S. D. Riley	French, Pure Maths, History.
P. G. Roberts	History, Economic History.
J. D. Rowlands	Physics, Chemistry.
J. A. J. Smith	Economics.
P. J. Smith	Physics, Engineering Drawing.
T. F. Smith	Pure Maths, Physics, Chemistry.
R. D. Thomas	Geography, Economics, History.
R. A. Tutt	Geography.
J. P. Watts	Physics.
S. R. D. Wilson	Pure Maths, Applied Maths, Physics.

State Scholarship. A State Scholarship has been offered to J. D. Cox on the results
of these examinations for the General Certificate of Education.

Results of the University of London and the Associated Board Midsummer Examinations for the General Certificate of Education, Ordinary Level.

(Numbers of subjects in which the candidates passed are indicated in brackets) 6th Form (additional subjects)

6th Form (additional subjects)
R. Binge (1)	J. D. Gerrard (2)	W. Nadin (2)
P. F. Bostock (1)	T. I. Goodfellow (3)	D. K. Ramsay (1)
D. Burkimsher (1)	R. Graham (1)	A. Sencicle (1)
D. A. Burton (3)	M. F. Hendy (1)	G. L. A. Smith (1)
J. M. Cooper (1)	G. F. Henson (1)	A. F. Walton (2)
J. Duffy (1)	R. Howard (1)	R. P. Wilkinson (1)
S. C. Franks (1)	C. W. Lewis (1)
H. D. Garrod ( )	W. R. Littlehales (2)

Remove (additional subjects)
S. J. Allerton (2)	R. C. Eade (4)	R. Medhurst (3)
J. R. Beer (1)	W. J. Glanville (2)	C. R. Mylchreest (3)
A. C. Bing (3)	C. J. Goldsmith (1)	A. K. Perkins (2)
C. J. Boys (3)	J. E. Hart (2)	K. Shinfield (2)
S. J. Cowans (4)	R. C. Hill (1)	D. J. White (5)

Form 5A
R. M. Abbott (4)	B. J. Hartley (8)	S. J. Pratt (5)
R. E. Armstrong (3)	K. Haynes (5)	R. Stocker (2)
D. C. Bishop (6)	K. R. G. Hollett (5)	S. M. P. Surzyn (7)
B. J. Blunt (7)	D. Horton (5)	J C Taylor (4)
C. S. Edwards (8)	R. A. Jones (2)	M. W. Thomas (7)
G. R. Emes (6)	J. R. Lemar (5)	R. E. F. Turmaine (4)
N. A. T. Godfrey (7)	D. Packman (7)	R. Walker (7)
D. J. Greenwell (6)	A. D. Pique (6)

Form 5B
A. G. Bishop (3)	R. W. Hurst (2)	G. Russell (4)
T. G. Briggs (1)	F. Jezzard (4)	R. M. Smith (1)
D. C. Catt (4)	T. J. Lacey (4)
B. F. Clark (6)	D. Lambert (3)	C. D. Stewart (4)
J. M. Davidson (6)	C. W. Larkins (5)	J. L. Taylor (5)
M. Drake (6)	G. N. Laslett (2)	M. J. Thomas (5)
G. Gabriel (5)	P. R. Madge (2)	J. W. Thorpe (5)
A. C. Haig (7)	C. G. Mallinson (5)	K. L. Tut thill (3)
M. A. Healy (1)	M. J. Meehan (4)
D. M. Horth (6)	A. D. Munn (4)	P. L. Williams (1)
D. Humble (3)	P. C. Pierrot (4)	B. J. Willis (5)
Form 5T
V. J. F. Atkins (2)	M. Graves (2)	A. R. Stephens (2)
M. D. Chapman (1)	J. D. Hood (4)	T. Summers (1)
C. A. Clarke (1)	T. M. Hook (1)	M. W. Taylor (3)
J. A. Cunliffe (4)	H. T. Morgan (2)	K. D. Tritton (3)
I. J. Gittins (1)	D. M. Parry (1)	J. A. Vivian (1)
S. Gooda (3)	C. M. Roberts (3)	M. W. Westhead (2)
4th Form
M. C. Azoulay (1)	D. E. Hopper (1)	G. A. Pratt (1)
T. P. Carroll (1)	P. Jarvis (1)	D A Raines (1)
P. R. Champion (1)	I. Jenkins (1)	B. Shinfield (1)
B. J. Chidwick (1)	D. F. Johnson (1)	C. J. Smithen (1)
F. Conley (2)	B. Marsh (1)	W. J. Walder (1)
E. J. Dane (2)	P. J. Matcham (1)	J. Woolford (2)
J. W. Drynan (1)	D. F. Murphy (1)	D. B. Yandell (1)
A. S. Ellis (1)	K. J. Murphy (1)
D. Hannent (1)	J. Newman (2)

    This year's Open Day was a complete break with tradition, being held on the afternoon of Saturday, 23rd July. This permitted a wider range of activities than was previously possible, including cricket matches and other outdoor displays, notably by the C.C.F. It was also different from usual in that there were more displays, space being devoted to many of the subjects taught as well as to many clubs, so that parents were given an interesting and informative glimpse of the many facets of school life.
    Several rooms were fairly bare as far as exhibits were concerned, but others, notably those used by the Model Club, the S.C.M., the school magazines and the Art Room were fuller and thus received more attention from the crowds of parents. As always, the science exhibition too was popular.
    There were various special attractions, namely a French play, put over very well by 3 A, and a Gym Club display. Those having tea had the added enjoyment of listening to items by the Trebles of the Choir and by the Orchestra. The choir gave a polished performance amid a buzz of conversation and the clatter of tea-cups; likewise the orchestra, which seems to have improved since its last public engagement.
    During the afternoon everything went well, but towards the end it seemed to peter out. The French play was scheduled to end at 6.45 p.m., but most of the displays were in the process of being dismantled before this, although there were still quite a few people going around the school. Despite this, however, the revolutionary Open Day was a great success, and a good deal more interesting than previous ones.

    The morning of 3rd June had been hot and hazy, but fortunately by two o'clock the weather had become slightly cooler and was ideal for sports. Frith with 572 points had gained a lead from the Standard Tests and certain events which had already been held. Their closest rival was Priory with 527 points.
    This year Sports Day was held on a Saturday, and it was, therefore, satisfying to have a large number of spectators, both boys and parents. Unfortunately they were not able to see as many records broken as had been the case in 1960. Three new records, however, were set up, all towards the end of the afternoon. Two of these were in the house relays. In the 12-14 age group, 4 x 110 yds., the Priory team achieved the time of 53.2 seconds, while in the 14-16 age group Frith completed the course in 48.9 seconds. The only new record to be set up by an individual was in the 200 yds. hurdles (over 16) where W. Glanville came in 10 yds. ahead of his closest follower with a time of 24.4 seconds.
    As often happens the most exciting events were on the track. In the mile Gardner went into the lead in the second lap and help out to win in a time of 4 mins. 41.3 secs., only 0.1 sec. short of the record. The excitement came to a climax with the house relays. Despite the fact that three out of four of them were won by Priory, Frith managed to retain their overall lead. The final result was Frith 684 points, Priory 665, Astor 615½ and Park 576½.
    An enjoyable afternoon was brought to a fitting conclusion with the presentation of the
cups and trophies by Miss O. M. Rookwood, who had been on the school staff from 1917 to 1946. Speaking from experience, for she had attended no less than thirty-nine sports days, she said she thought the participants were becoming more professional. Hutchison collected the Graham Pigott Memorial Trophy for Frith. The Senior Championship went to Burke (Park) who had won all his events and gained 49 points. Davidson won the Intermediate Championship with 46 points, and T. Glanville the Junior Championship with 31 points.
    Thus ended the triumphs and disappointments of yet another annual Sports Day.

L. COWLING (L. 6 M.)
E. RYLEY (L. 6 M.)
assisted: M. H UNTLEY (L. 6 M.)
C. D. STEW ART (M. 5.)

    Although playing conditions were often appalling, results were reasonably satisfactory. The opening fixture against Borden—traditionally tough opposition—ended in a well-fought draw. A convincing win against Harvey was followed by the one defeat—at the hands of Ashford. In all fairness, the School was desperately unlucky to lose this match.
    However, depression was soon relieved by an overwhelming win against Canterbury College of Art. A particularly good effort followed with a win over Faversham—another bogey side.
    The home and away draws against the strong, mature Wye College XI must rate as a very creditable effort. Sandwiched between these two games, came the match with St. Edmund's. Always a close and keenly fought affair, this particular match was no exception. After a ding-dong struggle, with fortunes fluctuating, the School finally got home by the odd goal.
    The last fixture was, of course, the annual encounter with the Old Pharosians. This match proved to be a real mudlark. The " veterans" went off to a great start and had established a narrow lead by half-time. Meanwhile the School had appeared lethargic; however, it soon became apparent that the Old Boys had run out of steam, and the School proceeded to win comfortably.
    Generally, the defence was sound, if not brilliant; but the main strength of the team lay in the half-back line, with Duffy ruggedly strong and dependable, and Shinfield, cleverly constructive—when he was not dribbling himself into trouble in his own penalty area.
Despite the number of goals scored, the forwards seldom settled down to a good line, although Hudsmith, with the cares of captaincy often worrying him, was forever prompting and encouraging. Of the others, Glanville played consistently well and scored some fine goals. Individually, the forwards could do good things, but in soccer, individuality only occasionally produces the desired end. The eventual introduction of Bell to the forward line produced greater cohesion and thrust.
    Colours were re-awarded to Hudsmith. New colours: Rees, Duffy, Shinfield, Bell and
Glanville. Representative colours: Macfarlane, Graves, C. Castle, Nadin and Mylchreest.

    The summary of results deserves closer inspection. The sequence reads:—Lost 1-7, Lost 2-6, Lost 3-4, Won 7-1, Won 7-1. Then, sad to relate, with a much depleted team, the last game resulted in a defeat.
    To begin with heavy defeats and gradually progress toward considerable victories says much for the spirit of the team; and this, in turn, depends in large part on the captain. Rowlands has been a capable organizer off the field and a good-hearted toiler in the matches.
    All the matches were played in good spirit and the team seemed to enjoy themselves. Is anything more important than that?
    The following boys played at various times: Jones, Hunt, Bostock, Godden, D. R., Cairns, Gerrard, Clements, Burke, Packman, T. Beer, D. Beer, Beardsell, Dixon, Howard, Rowlands, Ayres, Johnson, Fairclough, Goldsmith.

For the second year running, it has been rather a dismal season for the Under 15 XI. Bad weather kept the number of games played down to four and of these three were lost and one won. It must be remembered, however, that the St. Edmund's team was a year older and the Royal Marines even older still.
The team was chosen from:—Aylen, Walker, Blunt, Borley, Revell, Shinfield, Clark,
Willis, Raines, Dyer, Gubbins, Dunt, Bowley, Nash and Hook.

    The weather permitted only three games and it must be confessed that we won none of these. Small forwards could not show their best in the mud. But they have the football, and their day will come.
    Our centre-forward, Glanville, had the distinction of being chosen for the Dover Boys'
Under 15 team.
    Captain Shinfield led the team well. Others who played: Saunders, Bayes, Millar,
Friend, Hallam, Pique, Wellard, Briggs, Dunster, Rubins, Gibb.

    As usual it seemed a poor outlook, because so few boys showed any real talent, but once the final team had been selected and tried, we found that we had a forward line of some merit. Had we found defenders of equal skill we should have been a powerful side.
    Archer's Court provided the first opposition and in pouring rain we won comfortably 6-2.
    The match with Chatham House (at Ramsgate) was played in a quagmire but again our
team rose to the occasion and won 3-2.
    The return match with Chatham House (at Dover) ended in a draw after our team had been two down at half time, 2-2. Liddell proved an ideal Captain and Andrews proved an excellent wing. The following boys represented the XI on all three occasions: Falconer, Chap man, Haines, Hoyle, Duffield, Smith, Pay, Liddell, Flood, Hicks, Andrews.

In a season when injuries and illness prevented them from once fielding a full-strength side, the 1st XV won two of their six matches, all of which were keenly contested.
    The season did not get off to a very good start, the first match, against the Junior Leaders, being cancelled because of the waterlogged state of the ground. However, the 'flu victims having been counted, a XV was produced to play the same opponents on the following Saturday. A close game resulted and the team played reasonably well to win by 9 points to 3.
    With the 'flu victims back and a concussion case out, almost the full team travelled to play King's Canterbury, Under 16 XV. They played zestful, open rugby which drew appreciative comments from some of the spectators but, unfortunately, in so doing they presented King's with three tries which meant that they lost by 16 points to 9 a game which they could have won.
    There followed a break for half-term and a visit to Twickenham to see the England v. France International on the following Saturday. Although the latter was an enjoyable day out, the match itself was somewhat disappointing.
    The notable event of the term was the visit of the Ebbw Vale Grammar School XV. There were only two non-starters for the School but, as the match progressed, pulled muscles twisted ankles, trodden-on-hands and chipped elbows occurred at regular intervals so that it was a motley collection which hobbled into the Town Hall to take lunch with the Mayor. The game itself, which Ebbw Vale won by 8 points to nil, is described elsewhere.
    With seven invalids still suffering from the effects of the game and/or dance of the previous week, it was a very much reshuffled team which played the first of two matches against Dover "A". They gave a good account of themselves, however, particularly the forwards who very nearly saved the day, Dover "A" winning by only 11 points to 8.
    The second match against Dover "A" was also something of a notable event in that a certain veteran was browbeaten into playing against the school (as he writes these notes he can still feel the odd twinge or two). The School's hardheartedness rebounded on them, however, for when, upon the aforementioned gentleman's receiving the ball for the first time after some fifteen minutes' play, the whole XV converged upon him, they left the rest of the Dover side unmarked and they were able to score at will. By employing such skilful tactics, Dover "A" ran out (the veteran puffing rather badly) winners by 11 points to 5.
    The final match of the season was, as usual, against the Old Boys. To begin with the Old Boys' weight and experience kept them near the School line and they became six points up. However, the longer the game went on, the shorter the Old Boys' wind became and the School mounted a final offensive which enabled them to win their second match of the season by 8 points to 6.
    With such a varying composition it is impossible to write of the forwards or backs as a whole. Of the individuals, Glanville at scrum half had an excellent season in all aspects of the game. Hudsmith, until he discovered that he had been playing with a bone broken in his wrist for some four weeks, as always put all he had into the game and he was outstanding in both attack and defence. Of the forwards, Beer improved throughout the season and was leading the pack well by the end. Rees was his dependable self at full-back, his catching and kicking being of a very good standard.
    Ayres and Duffy, captain and vice-captain respectively, ran the team efficiently and managed to inspire enthusiasm and a team spirit in whatever collection of fifteen individuals was playing in a particular match and whatever positions they were playing in. Duffy, indeed, was the utility man of the side playing at various times at scrum and stand-off half as well as his normal position of wing-forward. Wherever he was playing, he could be relied upon to be in the thick of things.
    It also fell to Ayres and Duffy to do a lot of the work in connection with the Ebbw Vale visit and they contributed greatly to its success.
    Teams were selected from:—Ayres (Capt.), Allerton, D. Beer, Boys, Burke, Cairns, Castle, Davidson, Duffy, Glanville, C. Graves, Hudsmith, Hunt, Johnson, Lewis Nadin, Rees, Shinfield, Thomas, Warren, Watts, and Wilson.
        Colours were re-awarded to:—Ayres, Duffy, Hudsmith and Rees.
        Colours were awarded to:—D. Beer and Glanville.
        Representative colours were re-awarded to:—C. Graves, Hunt, Lewis and Wilson.
        Representative colours were awarded to:—Boys, Burke, Cairns, Castle, Johnson, Nadin and Watts.

    It was the last game of the season and the team had not had much success. The first four matches had seen defeats at the hands of the Junior Leaders', Deal Secondary School (twice) and King's School, Canterbury. The team had suffered from too many faults—bad passes, weak tackling, and an inability to fall on the ball. However, a recovery had started three days before with a win over the Junior Leaders' Colts, and it was hoped to end the season with another victory. This last game was a return fixture with "B" Squadron Junior Leaders who had already defeated us at the School 15-3.
    The game started well. An early rush followed by a quick heel led to a three-quarter movement which was only stopped one yard short of the line. Immediately after this a penalty kick narrowly missed the upright. Good forward play by the Sappers forced play into the School 25, where only good defensive play, in which Warren and Pratt were prominent, saved the line. Play remained very even, but right on half time Shinfield was able to break through and score near the touch line. The conversion failed.
    In the second half the School went further ahead with a try by Davidson who made an excellent run along down the wing. Six points down, the Sappers made a determined effort which was rewarded with a try. Three minutes later Shinfield followed up a long kick and won the race for the touchdown. The game was by no means won, but against their heavier opponents the School were holding their own. In the loose our forwards were faster and quicker to break from scrums and line-outs, but in the tight the Sappers' superior weight gave them the advantage. A good try by the Sappers reduced the lead to 3 points, but in a fine finish the School was able to hold out and win an exciting game 9-6.
    The following boys represented the School during the term:—Kettle (Captain), Jones, Davidson, Godfrey, Westhead, Taylor, Clements, Shinfield, Warren, Smith, Bade, Piqué, Blunt, Hopper, Allerton, Pratt, Hannaford, Graham.

    The team had a very successful season winning seven out of its ten matches. It had a heavy set of forwards and the three-quarters played excellently. Bradley, who was captain, held the team together well, and Hopper kicked well throughout the season.
Our first match away to Dane Court at Broadstairs was very disappointing. The pitch was small and it was raining for most of the game. The match turned out to be a battle of the forwards with Dane Court having a slight advantage in the scrum. We lost by eight points to nil, but this was to be expected as it was the first time that the team had played together.
    The next match was against Walmer at home and it was very exciting. It was a sunny day and right from the kick-off we looked the better side. But after ten minutes, Walmer went ahead by three points from a try. We were then very lucky as our opponents gave away three penalties which were all converted by Hopper, making the score 9-3. Both sides scored in the second half and two minutes from time Walmer scored a try. It all depended on the conversion. However it was missed and so we turned out winners by 12-11.
    We lost two of our remaining matches, but were very unlucky. We beat Hythe and Hillside fairly comfortably and rounded off the season with a narrow win over the Under 16's.
    Our success was probably due to the great team spirit which was maintained throughout. Among the forwards, Jarvis was prominent, especially in the line-out, and of the three-quarters, Mi11ar did well on the wing. Revell and BradIey formed a good half-back combination, and the team was well served by Raines at full back.
    Team:—Bradley (Captain), Raines, Millar, Williams, Revell, Shinfield, Borley, Hopper, Jarvis, Cork, Webb, Lewis, Bennett, Gould, Hibbert, Azoulay, Drynan, Jones, Jewkes, and Booth.

    A day and a half crammed with "activities"—it seemed the school had let loose its concerts and dances in an avalanche upon the Welshmen—heralded by the arrival of a coach, was begun with the introduction of guests and hosts and the confirmation and disproof of fears. Fortunately, their team was not the Welsh international side: unfortunately we had arranged their time to tax their endurance far beyond the 90 minutes of the match.
    So after tea had given us a chance to find that education retained many familiar aspects so many miles apart, that wages for holiday jobs varied ridiculously, and that only one member of the team spoke Welsh as his mother tongue, we returned to impress the Welsh with our singing, to make them feel at home with our orchestra's offerings, typical of every school band and to allow them temporarily to relax while watching the "Titfield Thunderbolt".
    And so home to discuss the iniquities of education.
    How can I write about a game I saw and did not understand, which seemed like a gathering of all-in-wrestlers and sprinters in training, a zoo of grizzly bears and giraffes, a stage full of mad Nijinskis.
    I walked up and down the side of the pitch—so did fifty others to follow a temporary concentration of the play: there seemed too much room on the pitch even for thirty players and from time to time buttonholed someone knowledgeable, someone who could shout "Up, up, up, up" without scandalising his neighbours, someone who could explain the difference between an open scrum and a free-for-all. They said that our side—I knew our side; first to arrive, their white was now turning black, or red—our side was doing comparatively well: of course our side couldn't hope to win—it had only played together three times this season: it lacked only experience, or stamina, or weight. Well there was nothing to be ashamed of. If you wanted proof, the match was being filmed—at least, parts of it were—and the film will show you our side bearing up manfully though a trifle faded and rushing across the screen a little too fast.
    But of course our side lost and everyone was shouting and satisfied. Back-slapping and cheers were no more avoidable than were hopes that such a match should not be the last. Yet even if you asked one of their side for his private and honest opinion, he could only tell you of our side's excessive caution and lack of Celtic fire: their journey had not been wasted.
    No flagging of enthusiasm, however. The teams went straight off to be dined at the borough's expense, to tour the castle, the underground works, the Pharos, to look for France, to return for tea in the Town Hall and listen to the history of evacuation with just a little more interest than they had heard that of the building of the Castle, for really it mattered only that the two schools had some connection: few had even second hand knowledge of the evacuated Dovorians.
    The dance followed like any Prefects' dance; only with the additional glory of the guests singing in their own barbaric tongue at the end of the festivities, a close as fitting as might be hoped for, and typical of everyone's desire to make the Welsh visit a grand occasion.

    The season began without a single full colour remaining from the previous year. It was therefore no surprise or grievous disappointment when the first two matches were lost.
    Cox, the Captain, therefore set in operation a plan whereby the other team should bat first and our team would then, in their turn, go for the runs or play for a draw as opportunity afforded. In this way the next six matches yielded three victories and three drawn games; and the plan only came to grief in the last school game when the opposing captain inconsiderately won the toss and operated the same process against us. In total, therefore, three wins, three draws and three losses is a fair return for a season when we knew we would not be strong.
    It is indicated above that Cox was a captain of ideas and personality; and it says much for his example that no 1st XI of previous years has practised as hard in the nets. Vice-captain Nadin has given good support and will be an enthusiastic captain next year.
    Macfarlance was the best batsman, making consistent scores. Beer became the best bowler, as a result of interest and hard work. He would do well in any class of club cricket: perhaps the better the company, the better he would do. Cox, Bing and Cairns have shared the bowling with Beer, and each has had his day of success.
    Full colours have been awarded to Cox, Nadin, Macfarlane and Beer; and representative colours to Bing, Bostock, Cairns, Eade, Howard, C. Graves and A. Brown.

    This season has been an enjoyable and successful one for the 2nd XI. Although at the beginning the team looked poor on paper, with not much talent remaining from the previous season, it made up in spirit for its technical failings.
    The season started well with an exciting one run victory over Simon Langton's, thanks chiefly to some accurate fast-bowling from Bell who took 7 for 18. He was our most successful bowler, finishing the season with 23 wickets for 139 runs. In the match against Ashford G. S. he skittled the opponents with 8 for 25, and then, opening our innings scored 35 not out. Revell also bowled well throughout the season. His 5 for 12 against Harvey was an extremely good effort as the Harvey batsmen were stonewalling for a draw.
    In the batting Eade was prominent for the first two matches, scoring 26 and 41 not out respectively, but he then graduated into the 1st XI. In later matches May, Rowlands, Blunt and Beer all made some useful scores, Beer also supporting the two main bowlers well when necessary.
    The fielding was, on the whole, better than usual, the keenness of the fielders making it easy to overlook some dropped catches and poor throws.
    Those who played were: Wilson, Rowlands, May, Eade, Bell, Beer, Revell, Lemar,
Godfrey, Pratt, Smith, G., Blunt, Hunt, Shinfield, Hayes.

After starting with a good win over Simon Langton's, the feature of which was Jewke's innings of 90 not out, the under 15 XI then slumped badly in their next two matches. They finished their season, however, on a brighter note by having the best of a draw against Harvey Grammar School. Once the early wickets had fallen, the batting was unreliable, although in the last game Pique distinguished himself by scoring 55. Hopper bowled well, when he shortened his run and gained more control. Bradley captained the side efficiently and bowled very accurately. Altogether the team showed a good spirit and everyone enjoyed the games they played.
The following played in one or more matches: Bradley, Jewkes, Dry, Pique, Hopper, Woolford, Dyer, Christie, Gore, Rubins, Hibbert (4 A.), Hibbert (4 G.), Kay, Williams, Shinfield, and Bayes.

    Have you ever watched a School Under 14 Cricket match? You need to be completely neutral or to have nerves of steel to be able to stand it for long. Let me take you to one of this season's matches.
    It is a pleasant afternoon and the School are due to be playing eleven of Faversham Grammar School. As we arrive on the ground we can see the bowlers pounding up to release their thunderbolts, the batsmen executing their favourite shots while the fielders swoop and leap to cut off the ball in its flight. The game, of course, has not yet begun.
The captains have now tossed up and the School are taking the field, somewhat weary from their pre-match exertions, closely followed by the Faversham opening batsmen. The opening bowler paces out his lengthy run and all is ready for the match to commence.
    Here comes the first ball. Ha! he nearly had the batsman then—he only just ducked in time. The next ball will probably bounce first. You see, it did, several times. At the end of the over there are five runs on the board, four byes and one to the batsman—not too bad while he is still getting the range.
    The other opening bowler is not so quick but is steadier in length. Unfortunately, that length seems to be half way down the wicket today. A total of nine at the end of the over which is increased to twenty-one after two overs each and no wicket has yet fallen. This is going to be a mammoth score by Under 14 standards.
    The first ball of the next over brings success, however. It is pitched short, the batsman clouts it, disturbing point who leaps to his right and finds he has collected the ball, bringing off an excellent catch. 21 for 1.
    Only one bye and a single from the rest of the over, he's settling down, and, as I thought, we are having a change of bowling at the other end. Now this lad should be able to quieten things down a b.... look out! If that chap is going to start hitting sixes over here we shall have to move. Oh no, it is all right, a single has brought the other batsman to face the bowling and he seems to prefer to hit his fours to square leg. He's tried it again and missed. 34 for 2.
    The one we really want to get rid of is that large youth who is smiting the ball in all directions. Another two and a four to him. He has scored thirty-five by himself. Good gracious! That was a straight one. It surprised the large youth as well, he missed it. 48 for 3.
    That should slow the rate of scoring. Yes, they are only getting them in singles now and, there goes another wicket, 51 for 4. A single to the incoming batsman, and a new over starts and—52 for 5.
    That is one thing about Under 14 games (52 for 6) the whole complexion can change (52 for 7) in a matter of (52 for 8) minutes. You dare not miss (52 for 9) a ball—52 all out!
    Well, that is not as bad as it seemed it was going to be, but still quite a good score by their standards.
    Now comes the really nerve-racking part of the game, we have to bat. Our opening batsmen are taking the field; let us hope they will give us a good start. Here comes the first ball—well, that managed to hit the bat. The second ball and we are off the mark with a single. The batsman facing now is rather apt to be caught behind the—you see what I mean? 1 for 1.
    This lad coming in now is a nice batsman, we should see something from him. Well, it was a nasty one to get first ball, wasn't it? 1 for 2.
    The next batsman represents another gambit. As he is a left-hander we hope he will get a few balls on the leg side with which he can make contact. However, the next score comes not from the L.H.B. (Left-handed batsman) but from the other end—a four. A couple of byes help to keep the score moving until—oh dear! The L.H.B. has been struck by the ball instead of vice versa. The ball rose nearly bail-high and hit him in the chest! He seems to be recovering and—four—that should make him feel better. Double figures and only two out—quite good.
    By dint of the occasional smartly taken bye and a run or two from the bat, the score mounts to the twenties. The opening bat hits a nice four but repeats the stroke to an entirely different ball and departs with twelve runs to his credit. 26 for 3. The new batsman survives the remaining two balls of the over, the L.H.B. plays a maiden over and further disaster with the first ball of the new over—26 for 4.
    Five more runs, no further catastrophe and we retire to tea with the score at 31 for 4 and the game nicely poised. Anything can happen—and it probably will.
    Upon resuming, byes and runs rapidly take the score to thirty-nine before a horizontal bat is a foot or two above the ball—39 for 6. The L.H.B. is still there, however, and is still accumulating runs on the leg side. A four, a three and a one, one to his partner who then stops the ball with his pads instead of the bat—L.B.W. 48 for 6.
    Only five runs to get and four wickets left. No, there is no such thing as a certainty in Under 14 cricket until the winning run has been scored or the final wicket fallen.
    Two more byes take the score to fifty. Three more needed but, alas, the L.H.B. after scoring twenty-one has succumbed at last, 50 for 7. So has the next batsman after a somewhat shorter stay, 50 for 8. Numbers nine and ten and eleven are left to score the remaining three runs. A tall task indeed.
    Here comes number ten. The first ball, a cross-batted swipe, he's missed it—it's missed the wicket. We can breathe again. The next ball, the same stroke, the same result. The wicket is still intact. He makes contact with the next ball, it rises in a gentle arc, three fielders converge on it but it drops to the ground before they land in a heap at the batsman's feet. Only one more ball in the over to go. He plays his stroke again. The ball misses everything. He has survived.
    Let us hope that number nine can put us out of our agony. The idiot! he has taken a single. Now number ten must face five balls. Swipe—miss. Swipe—miss. Swipe—Howzat? The ball has hit him on the pad. There is a deathly hush. All eyes are on the umpire. Slowly, he straightens— "Not Out" (No, you are wrong, it is the umpire from Faversham).
    Another ball, another swipe but—what's this. He's made contact, the ball is speeding to the boundary. It's there. 55 for 8. We have won!
    The actors in this melodrama were Palmer, Glanville, Wellard (Captain), Leverington, Mitchell, Dyer, Gibb, Bishop, Russell, Morgan, and Atkins. Playing similar roles in other performances were Edwards, Sollis, Heard, Snashall, Andrews and Waters.

Only two matches could be arranged this year, but in spite of this there was much enthusiasm at the nets. Both matches were with The Duke of York's School.
The following boys played for the XI:—Liddell, Andrews, Falconer, Flood, Queen,
Smith, Chapman, McMahon, Cooper, Ellis, Murton, Langford and Swatton.

    Under the enthusiastic captaincy of W. Hutchison the team this year did much better than it has for some time, and, since most members will be remaining at school, next year should find us in quite a strong position.
    The S.E. Kent Championship started on a football field but after about 200 yards the course narrowed to a steep, stony, muddy track. There were some casualties here and the first runners gained a considerable lead, but the rest of the course was good solid ground with half a mile of road. The juniors had only one lap to do and our entries were not in the first 8. With two laps our intermediate and senior boys did better, coming 6th and 9th, and 1st, 4th and 5th respectively. As a result of this match a number of boys were picked to represent S.E. Kent but only Gardner achieved any success, finishing 9th over a very muddy flat course.
    Our biggest match of the year was the eight-school meeting at Harvey G. S. The 64 starters disappeared into swirling mist with but 150 yards of road to sort themselves out into single file. This gave rise to a fair amount of jostling but after the wood they came out on to a golf course where, taking the wrong turning, they rather surprised the members by running up the first hole's fairway. 2 miles on the course led the runners up and round Caesar's Camp: and it was here that uphill training began to tell, so that a reshuffle of positions took place if mud which was up to 18" deep. Down the long road to the school they dried out, and cake, with mud and blood they finished with Hutchison 1st and Gardner 5th, anxious to start on the excellent tea prepared by our old friend Mrs. King.
    The match against Sir Roger Manwood's and Dover College was held over our own new course, which is much more strenuous and interesting than the old one. We were beaten to third position, although Gardner, who had been improving throughout the season, won the individual race.
    In two enjoyable matches against the Borstal we managed to gain two victories, Hutchison and Gardner being equal first at home, and Gardner first over their course.

In a varied season of competition at school, area, county and national levels, performances have been generally at a lower level than usual. There have, however, been bright spots. The school won the Powell Memorial Trophy in competition with nine other schools, and there have been pleasing individual achievements.
A decision of the Sports Committee was that that school records should be compiled distinct from best performances in the actual school sports. In future, memorable performances by school athletes in any competition will be recorded. As far as is known, the present list is as follows;

100 yards	D. G. Simmonds	10.0 secs.	1950
220 yards	D. G. Simmonds	23.0 secs.	1950
440 yards	L. Painter	50.8 secs.	1955
880 yards	L. Lees	2 mins. 5.1 secs.	1957
Mile	R. T. Jackson	4 mins. 41.2 secs.	1951
120 yards Hurdles	D. G. Simmonds	15.6 secs.	1950
200 yards Hurdles	W. J. Glanville	24.4 secs.	1961
High Jump	J. H. Whetton	5 ft. 11¼ ins.	1960
Long Jump	L. Lees	20 ft. 4 ins.	1957
Triple Jump	M. J. Hudsmith	42 ft. 6 ins.	1961
Pole Vault	W. Bloomfield	10 ft. 9 ins.	1960
Shot	K. Carran	43 ft. 5 ins.	1950
Discus	M. J. Hudsmith	122 ft. 9 ins.	1961
Javelin	G. R. Piggott	170 ft. 4 ins.	1954
Relay 4 x 110 yds.		46.1 sec.	1957

South-East Kent Schools' Championships at Deal—June 1st.
    There was the usual keen competition in the Junior section and, in spite of not gaining a single first place, the school team managed to finish in third place out of the eleven shcools competing. Borley (220 yds.), Waters (440 yds.), Woolford (Mile), and the Relay provided our second places.
    In the Intermediate and Senior age groups, the team had more success. Pratt (Shot),
Beer (Discus), Chenery (220 yds.) and Hutchison (Mile) all won their events.
    Thirteen of our boys were selected for the S.E. Kent team for the County Sports.

Match versus the Royal Marines at Deal—June 10th.
A team of assorted ability and age was turned out for this fixture. It was no match for the larger and generally much older Marines side. Glanville was our most successful individual, winning three events.

Under 15 Match versus the Duke of York's School and Kent College at Guston—June 17th.
For various reasons, about half of the intended team was unable to compete, and many last minute substitutes had to be brought in. Millar won the 220, Graeme and Burtenshaw were second and third in the 880 and Marsh was second in the Shot and third in the Javelin.
Result: Kent College 88½, D.Y.R.M.S. 87½, School 61.

Kent School's Championships at Maidstone—June 24th.
For the school and also the district team, this was the poorest showing for many years. Most of our boys failed to survive their heats. Woolford ran pluckily to reach the final of the junior mile and Beer recorded a personal best in the discus. Our sole success was that of W. Glanville in the 200 yds. Hurdles. He won an exciting race by inches in a new county record of 24.8 secs. and was selected to compete for Kent in the All-England Sports at Chesterfield. Here he met some very stiff opposition, but had the satisfaction of recording his fastest time over the distance.

Powell Memorial Trophy Meeting at Astor Secondary School, Dover—July 1st.
This trophy had been presented to the local schools' athletic association, and a suitable form of competition was devised. There were three age groups—under 14, 15 and 16, but each school was limited to an entry in 30 events out of a possible 40.
The day was about the hottest of the year, but the conditions seemed to suit our team for everyone did well. The first two results announced were wins for the school—Jones (Senior High Jump) and Pratt (Senior Shot). This put the school into the lead, a position which was never lost throughout the afternoon. We eventually had eight first places, ten seconds and five thirds.

Duke of York's Match at Guston—July 8th.
After regularly winning this match, the school were this year well out of the running.
The trophy was won by St. Lawrence College.
Our individual successes were obtained by Burke in the 440 and Hudsmith who, after being kept out of athletics by injury for most of the season, won both the Discus and the Triple Jump, and was awarded one of the three cups for individual excellence.

Match versus Chatham House and Dover College at Ramsgate—July 15th.
    As shown by the following results, the school had to be content with third place in both Senior and Junior sections.
        SENIOR—Chatham House 108, Dover College 80, School 64.
        JUNIOR—Dover College 83½, Chatham House 75, School 69½.
    The team suffered from absentees and some of our competitors were well off form. The opposition was very strong and in spite of unfavourable weather conditions, many new records were created. Hudsmith was again prominent, winning the Discus and Long Jump and setting a new record of 42 ft. 6 ins. in the Triple Jump. Although not winning, Hutchison ran extremely well in both the 880 and Mile.
    In the Junior section, Pratt was our only winner with a record Shot Putt of 39 ft. 8 ins., but second places went to T. Glanville, (100 yds.), Borely (220 yds.), Summers (440 yds.), Taylor (Hurdles), Jones (High Jump), Hopper (Triple Jump), Graves (Discus), and Willis (Javelin).
    Athletics colours were reawarded to Hudsmith and newly awarded to Hutchison, Glanville and Gardner.

    Basketball has continued to expand in the school and this year the first house competition was held during the Autumn term. The games were fast and exciting with free scoring and some effective teamwork. By winning all three matches, Frith became champions, the other houses tying for second place with one win each. The house games made the choice of players for the school team fairly obvious and after practice sessions an apparently strong team was selected. There was an element of experience from a nucleus of last season's players, a fair level of skill and plenty of height—a most valuable commodity in this game. Yet several games were surprisingly lost through small errors, slack defence, match nerves or bad luck with shots which trembled on the brink and then dropped on the wrong side of the ring.
    Even when the team lost, they often played the more attractive basketball. On many occasions they were more sportsmanlike and always more smartly turned out.
    The start of the season was disappointing as the first three matches were cancelled by our opponents. Alternative dates were arranged which made for a glut of games in March. A total of eleven games was eventually played.
    An effort to find an Old Boys' side met with a good response. Some turned out with misgiving, but all seemed well satisfied with the result.
    Rees captained the school side and as the outstanding player was reawarded his colours. Colours were newly awarded to D. Beer, Glanville, Shinfield and Duffy. TEAM: Rees (Capt.), D. Beer, J. Beer, Nadin, Glanville, Shinfield, May, Hudsmith, Lewis, MacFarlane, Hunt, Duffy.

Borden G.S. Tournament
To play basketball in the middle of July was a complete innovation. (Actually the courts were out of doors and it either blew a gale or rained all day!). Most of the school team had left school by this stage of the term but those who did play acquitted themselves extremely well, even defeating a strong Bromley G.S. side. They finished the day second to Borden G.S.

Under 15 Team
In spite of not winning any of their games, the team enjoyed some even games and their standard of play improved with every match. TEAM—Brodie (Capt.), Mallinson, Lambert, Bradley, Jones, Ernes, Gubbins, Godfrey, Clarke, Williams.

    What is gymnastics? From the time of the ancient Greeks the term has varied widely and can include a range of activities from touching the toes to the near miraculous feats of the gymnasts in the Olympic Games. Two main divisions seem to emerge. One consists of work based on anatomy and physiology and is a system of exercises having specific bodily effects. The other is a series of movements dictated by the apparatus and calls for feats of strength, agility and daring. It is in the nature of a sport and, in common with other sports its bodily effects, though profound, are incidental. The Americans call the system "calisthenics," and the sport "gymnastics," and it is in the latter connection that the term is now most widely used.
    Gymnastics in the school have progressed during the year, especially in the gym. clubs which continued their activities throughout the summer term in preparation for Open Day. Systematic work on the parallel bars is now being attempted, and the standard of vaulting and agility has improved. Wide interest has been aroused by the acquisition of a trampoline—generously provided by the Kent Education Committee. There promises to be an enthusiastic following for the sport of "Rebound Tumbling," to use the current term.
    D. Rowlands again won the Pascall Cup for the best individual effort in the house Gymnastic competition. The grace and flow of his groundwork was a pleasure to watch, and he had thoroughly mastered some difficult work on the box. For the first time, gymnastic colours were awarded for performances in the competition approved by the visiting judge, Mr. P. Baxter. They were awarded to Rowlands, Nice, Roberts and Davidson.
    In the junior competition, Crick was the outstanding individual. He showed an all-round competence which promises well for future years.

    School swimming has again been confined to a weekly session at the Duke of York's School, but this year for the first time the authorities have been kind enough to allow us to continue our visits throughout the three terms.
    With more time available, it was possible to devote the first term to what is actually the most important aspect of swimming—teaching the non-swimmers. A group of second form boys was selected and by the end of the term all had become at home in the water, most were "waterborne," and some had managed to swim the length of the bath. If this system is continued, all boys will eventually have an opportunity of learning to swim.
    The swimming sports were marred by the inability of some houses to turn out complete teams. The modest total of twelve swimmers was required from each house and, in spite of the generally low standard of swimming in the school, it seems surprising that there were competitors missing from no less than nine of the events. Certain individuals deserve congratulation for their fine efforts. Pettet broke records in three of his events and Nice broke two. Hemmings and Davidson collected one each and became champions in their respective age groups for the second year running.

Results
Under 14
25m. Free Style	Bennett, Whiteoak, Sheppard, Fancourt	21.0s.
50m. Free Style	Hemmings, Pond, Mercer	38.2s.*
25m. Breast Stroke	Hemmings, Dixon, Coombs, Sheppard	21.2s.
25m. Back Stroke	Bennett, Whiteoak, Waters, Mercer	24.0s.
Relay	Priory, Frith, Astor, Park	90.4s.
Junior Champions	Hemmings and Bennett
14-16
25m. Free Style	Davidson, Stark, Buckie	16.5s.
50m. Free Style	Cork, Gould	47.9s.
100m. Free Style	Davidson, Dane, Buckie	96.6s.
50m. Breast Stroke	Drake, Cork, Buckie	48.1s.
50m. Back Stroke	Davidson, Stark, Gould	46.08.*
Relay	Frith	87.0s
Intermediate Champion	Davidson
Over 16
25m. Free Style	Pettet, MacFarlane, Henson	15.4s.*
50m. Free Style	Nice, Watts, Burke, Muskett	33.1s.*
200m. Free Style	Nice, Watts, Burke, Cairns	3m. 15.2s.*
50m. Breast Stroke	Pettet, MacFarlane, Johnson	42.2s.*
100m. Breast Stroke	Pettet, Burke, Watts, Muskett	94.6s.*
50m. Back Stroke	Pettet, Burke, Watts, Muskett	46.5s.*
Relay	Frith, Astor, Park, Priory	73.7s.
Senior Champion	Pettet
Open
25m. Butterfly	Nice, Burke, Watts	18.2s.

* Record

    Early in the summer term, we were invited to take part in a match against Simon Langton School in their new open air bath. Although we won all the Junior events, only Pettet among the seniors was able to manage a first place. The overall points result was well in our favour.
    In the local inter-school relay race for the Coronation Shield, we were again second—a position we have occupied for the past four years.
    In the Kent Schools' Championships at Beckenham, Hemmings gained a first place—a rare distinction for a Dover boy. He won the Under-13 Back Stroke event, clocking 53.8sec. over 66 2/3 yds.
    Far fewer life saving and swimming proficiency awards than usual have been gained this year. However Nice, Pettet and Hemmings are to be congratulated on reaching the high standard demanded by the Advanced Medallist Award. Only one other such award has been gained in the school before.
    Successful candidates have been as follows:—

Royal Life Saving Society.
    Intermediate Certificate—Pond, Lister, Herman, Whiteoak, Waters.
    Bronze Medallion—Carter.
    Bronze Cross—Drake.
    Award of Merit—Davidson.
Amateur Swimming Association.
    Medallist—Lister, Whiteoak, Herman, Pond, Buckie, Gould.
    Advanced Medallist—Nice, Hemmings, Pettet.
    School colours for swimming were awarded to Nice and Pettet.

Astor House
    This year has been an average year for Astor, and our present position of second is a fairly good reflection of the House's efforts. We are, however, way behind Frith.
    The Junior Football results were poor, but the Seniors did considerably better, and the 2nd XI were able to win all their matches. The Basketball team did as well as could be expected, considering the strength of Frith, and were placed joint second. D. Rees led the "novice" 1st XV to victory in all their matches, but the Juniors will have to improve. As a team in gymnastics we passed without any great distinction, but I should like to congratulate Nice on the award of his school Colours. Many entered the Powell Cup Race, J. Gardner managing to be well placed equal 1st, and despite the lack of good runners we packed well, and were placed 2nd.
    This summer term has not been inspiring. A score of 600 pts. by 150 boys in the Atletics is a pretty poor effort, but the success of our Swimming Team, although only second was due to some admirable organisation by Pettet and to good teamwork. The Cricket fixtures are not yet completed, so I will reserve judgment.
    I thank all you who have worked to achieve our present position, but each one of us must play his full part if this position is to be bettered during the coming year.

Frith House
Soccer, Cross-country, P.T., Athletics, Basketball, Swimming, we have won all these and we came a close second in Rugby. With only Cricket to come, therefore, we seem certain of winning the House Championship for the second year.
The response from all boys has been good and with plenty of sixth formers to do the bullying, yours truly had a pleasant year. We have already gone off the top of the points chart, and with the talent in the house at the moment next year's competition should be a walkover.

Park House
    I am afraid this has been another most disappointing and dismal year for Park House, though our failures need not have been so depressing if a little more team spirit and drive had been shown.
    In soccer the only noteworthy performance was by the 2nd Form 1st XI who won all three of their matches; and if this performance had been emulated in any part by the senior team, who failed to gain a single point, then we might have finished in a higher position than fourth.
    The Senior Rugger XV won two of their three matches but in this field the Junior XV's failed badly, showing a lack of willingness and dedication to the House in fielding depleted teams, with the ultimate result that they were beaten. The House was placed last, 15% behind the third House, Priory. When the P.T. teams had worked together for a while, some enthusiasm was shown, and in this field the P.T. captain, J. D. Rowland, must be congratulated on becoming the Senior Champion for the second successive year and also for the large amount of work he put in with both the senior and junior teams. Even though it was only a close third we obtained we were by no means disgraced.
    Cross-country, in which the House usually plays an impressive, if not outstanding, part was another disappointment and we were positioned fourth once again this time by a margin of 11%. We have had the honour for the past three years of being the House that has obtained the most athletics standard points but this year for some reason we obtained the least. Why?
    With most of the cricket matches still to be played, at the time of writing, we are doomed to be last in the House Championship by a fairly large margin. The most disappointing feature of the year is that the potential is there but the will is not. When the members of the House realise that the competitions are arranged for their enjoyment, then we may have better performances. The way to retrieve our rightful tide of Champion House is to have all age groups pulling their weight and trying to do something for the House, not relying on individual efforts. Unfortunately we shall not always have boys like P. Jeremy Burke, the Senior Athletics Champion and J. Duffy to rely on for a good performance in most activities.
    Let us regard this failure as a challenge for next year, let every boy make an effort to do his part, however small, in support of the House and then once again on Speech Day we shall hear that the Champion House is Park.

Priory House
    Although the end of this year must inevitably see Priory placed third in the House Championship, there is no reason why this position should give any cause for despair. In fact, when the situation is examined in more detail, considerable cause for encouragement is to be found.
    Our talent among the senior members of the House has been largely confined to a small number of boys upon whom we have had to rely for our points this year. Lower down the school, however, we have been fortunate in having not only a nucleus of capable leaders and performers but also considerable mass support from the boys of average ability. This is the kind of support which has stood Priory in good stead in past years and to which the House must look in the future if it is again to head the Championship Table. Evidence of this support was apparent in Athletics and Cross-country where we finished second and third respectively. In Cross-country it was unfortunate that the intermediate and junior events did not carry sufficient points to improve our overall position which was the same as our position in the senior event.
The successes of our junior teams do not stop here, however. The P.T. and swimming teams for example, deserve our congratulations. Next year a number of these junior boys will be taking their places with the intermediates or seniors and the House should begin to reap fuller advantage of their support. If this proves to be the case there is no reason why Priory should not be the leading House again.
    In conclusion, I should like to take this opportunity of thanking those who have organised and led the various teams this year and of wishing success to those whose job it will be to do so next year.

    This year has been a very encouraging one for the Association, the membership of over 50% representation being a record.
    At the A.G.M., Mrs. Bushell was elected as the new committee member for Deal, in succession to Mrs. Can, who has served so loyally and well for several years. May I, at this point thank Mrs. Knowles, who deputised for me at this meeting and for three months afterwards, owing to my illness. My grateful thanks too, for the many kind messages and beautiful flowers I received whilst in hospital.
    The Crazy Whist Drive and Social held in November was well supported and as a result of this happy and congenial evening a profit of £8 went into the funds.
    In February, the Concert was followed by the film "The Titfield Thunderbolt," and to judge by the laughter it was much enjoyed. This effort was well supported and the Ciné-Camera Fund benefited by nearly £17. The collection of "Jumble" for our sale, (which appears to be becoming an annual event) was very varied. We sincerely thank all who sent articles or helped in any way. Unfortunately, the date clashed with several other events and we were not so busy as usual, the net result being £23 for the funds.
    On Sports Day, the Tuck Shop proved popular and members of the committee were kept busy supplying ices and minerals.
    For the benefit of those who may be unable to attend the A.G.M. in October, the following may be of interest.
    We have paid the balance of £33 outstanding on the Ciné-Camera and given £25 to the Film Club. A donation of £25 has been given towards the repair of the stage lighting. The dancing classes held for the fifth and sixth forms were subsidised by the Association. We have also contributed £25 towards some musical instruments recently purchased by the school.
    In concluding these notes, may I express the thanks of the Association to the Headmaster and the Staff, for their help and co-operation, and to all who have supported our efforts for the school and boys.

Membership of the Association is open to parents of Past and Present Pupils and to the Staff.
The Annual Subscription is 2/6 per parent

    Owing to the publication of the News Letter there is very little for the Secretary to put into these notes, but there are just a few points left for me to make.
    First, I must pay tribute to the hard work of Dr. Hinton and Mr. A. H. Gunn for they have been the guiding hands behind the burst of activity associated with the News Letter and the Old Boys' Register. Your committee too has entered into the task with enthusiasm and it rests with all Old Boys of the School to bring the enterprise to a successful conclusion.
    In the past, criticism has been made of the Annual Dinner in that the venue has been less worthy of the Association than the occasion warranted. I hope the critics will be happy with this year's Dinner at the Dover Stage, on Saturday, 25th November. The cost will be 14/6. It is up to members to justify the action of the Committee. The Guest Speaker will be George Curry from Columbia University.
    Finally the Reunion. Again critics have levelled attack on the School, on the Town Hall or on the lack of a bar. The Committee have decided, therefore, that the Reunion will be held at the Crypt Restaurant, Dover, on Thursday, 28th December, from 8 p.m. to 12 midnight, tickets 7/6. There is only limited accommodation and the first applicants will be given priority. Tickets may be obtained from me or from the School.
    All the activities of the Association are dependent on the support of the members. Let us make 1961 the first year of a period of renewed vigour so that our experience and fellowship can encourage the members yet to come.

Hon. Secretary:
MR. H. R. SLATER
Meadow Cottage, Whitfield Hall, Whitfield. Kearsney 2033

Assistant Hon. Secretary for Deal:
MR. L. G. WEBSTER
212 ST. Richards Road, Deal

Committee:
MESSRS. C. C. BAILEY, P. JANAWAY, P. E. MARSH, A. TOLPUTT, D. WEAVER, S. WENBORN

Contents
Editorial	Chess Club
In brief	Cercle Françias
Mr. O. Hull	Sailing Club
Mr. C. I. Lloyd-Jones	History Society
A Walk on the shore	Phoenix Society
The day I found a bomb	Gardening Club
Bullfight	Model Club
Wreckers' Cove	S.C.M.
The Mist	The General Knowledge Club
They say they're true!	Ciné Club
Sport and amusement in the Elizabethan age	The Middle School Literary and Debating Club
Son Et Lumiere	Speech Day, 18th November, 1961
To Holland in an M.F.V. Memories of the 1960 School Trip	Open Day 1961
A reciprocal visit to the U.S.A., 1960	Sports Day
Saltwood Castle	Soccer
The Leney Travelling Scholarship, 1960	Rugby
A trip to Italy, 1960	Cricket
Visit to Halton	Cross-Country Running
A Satisfactory Verdict	Athletics
La Troupe Française	Basketball
Talks to the Sixth Form	Gymnastics
C.C.F.	Swimming
Library Notes	House Notes
The Historical Unit	Parents' Association
The Guild Of Printers	Old Pharosians' Notes
Choir and Orchestra

The 2 A Form Prize	D. W. Fleming
The 2 B Form Prize	R. Murray
The 2 C Form Prize	N. J. Davies
The Divinity Prize	B.D.Harber
The English Prize	J. R. Fozard
The French Prize	D. W. Fleming
The Latin Prize	S. Zographos
The History Prize	D. W. Fleming
The Geography Prize	R. A. Couchman
The Mathematics Prize	R. W. Lister
The Science Prize	P. Howard
The Art Prize	S. B. Kay
The Craft Prize	D. A. Green

The 1 A Form Prize	G. S. Trice
The 1 B Form Prize	T. J. Beney
The 1 C Form Prize	T. J. Vardon
The 1 D Form Prize	R. J. Sollis
The Divinity Prize	T. J. Beney
The English Prize	B. P. Owen
The French Prize	G. M. Mack
The History Prize	W. Vallance
The Geography Prize	T. J. Beney
The Mathematics Prize	G. S. Trice
The Science Prize	A. J. Brooks
The Art Prize	T. J. Beney
The Craft Prize	N. L. Collard

DOVER	MRS. KNOWLES, MR. BLUNT, MR. FISH, MR. THORP
DEAL	MRS. AZOULAY, MRS. BUSHELL
OTHER DISTRICTS	MRS. WARD, MR. SMITHEN
THE SCHOOL	THE HEADMASTER, MR. ARCHER, MISS BEETS, MR. PAYNE

Competition Results
Seniors:	Frith	498 points	Individual:	Rowlands	77
	Park	457 points		Roberts	74
	Astor	452 points		Davidson	71
	Priory	331 points
Juniors:	Priory	248 points		Crick	39
	Frith	247 points		Mercer	37
	Astor	243 points		Vallance	36
	Park	185 points


Woodcut	by M. Nice


Brush & Ink	by R. E. Armstrong


Monotype	by D. N. Pettet


Charcoal	by R. E. Armstrong