Vol. XVII SUMMER 1968. No. 1.
Goodbye to all that
King Henry VI, Part II
Voluntary Community Service
What is a Prefect?
A Visit to the Lake District
The Sheffield Schools Debating Competition
Meeting on the Corner on a Saturday Evening
A Feline Frolic
The sixty four and three quarter hour yellow brick nightmare
Valediction on the death of his lover
Repent ye the Lord!
Eight Days a Week
Round about deep purple
Dying in 1910, Edward VII shut his eyes as an epoch was drawing to its close. Now too is a time of change and not to be left out, the editors decided that it was time to move mountains and change the magazine. The old orderly format was to go, with the magazine becoming a "happening", in which all participated, instead of a dry piece of establishment propaganda. This has produced a state of affairs, in which the old magazine, sound of content but visually dull, has been replaced by one, unstable of content and visually striking. You can't ignore a dirty great footprint after all.
Content had to suffer. The whole thing has developed into an impressionistic splurge of school life. This disjointed quality can best be sensed in the poetical bubble bath, in which readers are now free to drown themselves. The whole new shambles is held together by a framework of photographs, which seem iconoclastic, at first sight. Deeper consideration is needed.
We have not set out to bring the establishment to its knees, for there is no need to interfere with natural processes. What we have tried to do is to represent more accurately what happens at school and to its inhabitants. This is "happening". There is, we believe, no symptom of decadence in this move to a more forceful layout. Any symbolic interpretation of the fact that the editor's foot appears on the same page as certain members of staff is illusory, for example. Perhaps insanity has resulted from our new freedom. The pressure created by our frantic preparations was incredible and the caretaker in discussing the activities of the editors with a friend was moved to say, "fire in each eye, and papers in each hand, they rave, recite and madden round the school." Sad indeed! At all events for better, or, as we think, for worse, the magazine has changed drastically. You will, no doubt, agree with this when you read, or rather participate in the following rubbish.
Since the beginning of the School year we have welcomed two new members of staff. Mr. B.R. Canning, who comes from Canada, took charge of Physical Education during the Autumn term, and at the beginning of the Lent term received a permanent appointment on the English staff. Mr. W. Davies joined us in the New Year, coming from Kents Bank County Secondary School, Buxton, and is now permanently in charge of Physical Education.
We offer our congratulations to J.C. Smith, who has been awarded one of the International Travel Scholarships of the European Schools Day, which have been awarded to the writers of the fourteen best essays in the Senior Essay Competi tion this year.
We congratulate the following on winning university awards.
R. BOLLINGTON - Hastings Scholarship in History at The Queen's College, Oxford.
D.N.M. HIGGINS - Scholarship in English at St. Peter's College, Oxford.
A.S. JACKSON - Exhibition in History at Downing College, Cambridge, to read Law.
L.M. JENKINS - Exhibition in Natural Science at King's College, Cambridge, to read Medicine.
R.S. LEHMAN - Nuffield Scholarship in Natural Science at Pembroke College, Oxford, to read Medicine.
M.P.R. LINSKILL - Anne Shaw Scholarship in Classics at Magdalen College, Oxford.
R.I. NICOLSON - Scholarship in Mathematics and Physics at St. John's College, Cambridge, to read Mathematics.
R.J. PILKINGTON - Exhibition in Geography at Trinity Hall, Cambridge, to read Economics.
I.C.A.F. ROBINSON - Choral Exhibition at Worcester College, Oxford, to read Medicine.
J.C. SMITH - Scholarship in Modern Languages at the Queen's College, Oxford, to read French and Latin.
P.D. WILKINSON - Exhibition in Mathematics at Christ's College, Cambridge.
The following appointments of prefects and sub-prefects have been made since the Autumn term:
From the beginning of the Lent term:
Prefects - R.A. Bramwell, P.N. Brierley, C.R. Milner, J.G. Repen, S. D. Stewart.
Sub-Prefects - D.A. Atkin, P.T. Bacon, M.J. Cocker, P. Dungworth, C.R. Ellins, A.S. Johnson, K.B. Sykes.
From the beginning of the Summer term:
Prefects - P.M. Cockcroft, C.R. Ellins, M.J. Elliott, P.L. Greenwood, J.M. Hyatt, K.B. Sykes.
Sub-Prefects - D.R. Cairns, M.J. Henty, J. Kinns, C.R. Newbery, A.D. Searby, G. Slack.
R.I. Nicolson became Deputy Head Prefect in place of I.C.A.F. Robinson
who left at the end of the Lent term.
The annual Prize Distribution took place in the City Hall in the evening of 21st November, 1967. The guests of honour were Mr. L.R. Kay, Secretary of the Universities Central Council for Admissions and an Old Edwardian, and Mrs. Kay, who gave away the prizes.
The Headmaster, after welcoming the guests of honour and the platform party, turned to his main theme of 'perspective'. First, as dominating the view, he described the staff as the source of the School's high academic and sporting traditions and promoters of the diversity of out of school activities. He congratulated and thanked members of staff who had left during the year, and specially welcomed Mr. & Mrs. Vernon as members of the audience, paying a warm tribute to Mr. Vernon's twenty-three years of service to the School.
He went on to refer to the deaths of Mr. Clapton and Mr. Harrison as two events "which in the long perspective of the school year overshadowed us all." He spoke of Mr. Clapton's "almost paradoxical qualities: his innate dignity, his incredible administrative skill, and his perceptive concern for the individual." The grief for Mr. Harrison was still too sharp for a true perspective of his twenty years of service. But it was already clear that his widespread popularity was "a response to the cheerful kindness of a colleague and master who was always an influence for good.'
Pursuing his theme in relation to the boys, the Headmaster stressed the importance of seeing their present in the perspective of the future. This was not only true in terms of academic work, where high intelligence was to be seen as a starting point rather than a winning tape, but also in relation to sporting opportunities, with their contribution to moral and physical development. Extra-curricular activities, too, from rocket building to music making, had their relevance for the future of the boys concerned. Even the introduction of three young ladies into the cast of the School Play could be seen as a happy omen in the perspective of a co-educational future for the School!
Involvement in responsibilities in the School as prefects and officials was another form of preparation for success in adult life. The newly-formed School Council had also given boys a chance to discuss school affairs, with some impact already on uniform requirements. The developing concern for the less fortunate, in the shape of Youth Action, was another encouraging feature among school activities. From these the Headmaster went on to welcome the good response by parents to the 'Open Evenings' for each year group, and to the first Careers Convention for senior boys and their parents, which had been a "most rewarding success." He thanked particularly those parents who had taken part as Careers Advisers, and others who had spoken to School societies during the year.
Finally the Headmaster turned to review plans for the future of the School. He acknowledged that there were differences in perspective between the way in which parents and the School might see this future. But he was anxious that parents should always feel free to express their angle, and announced his intention in future of being available for informal parental interviews on Wednesday afternoons. In essence, however, he felt "that the conflict was more feared than real, and that what was classed as 'the general good' should not damage the individual, just as the individual boy should not see things in terms only of himself but of the community to which he has some obligation."
Affirming his confidence in the School's future, the Headmaster expressed his belief that the proposed re-development plan took account both of the general educational good and the individual school. "A plan that did not take into account what King Edward's had already established would be for me - as for you - a non-starter; conversely, a plan that tried to hedge its bets and that excluded the highfliers would be doomed to only partial success." He hoped for useful co-operation with the schools with which we were to be associated, and for discussions with the Old Edwardians. "Then together we can look into our enlarging future and all that we value in the honoured perspective of the past.'
In view of Mr. Kay's unique experience of University entrance processes and the relevance of what he said to the academic careers of many of our readers we are printing the text of his speech in full. Unfortunately we are obliged (for technical reasons) to omit any representation of the remarkable series of trombone-like noises with which Mr. Kay purported to be testing the hall's acoustics at the beginning of his address. To judge from the electrified response we might recommend some similar orchestral prelude to future speakers on these sometimes too august occasions.
"I am delighted to hear that about three-quarters of your school-leavers go on to Higher Education and start a degree course either at a University, a Polytechnic or a Technical College.
First I want to say something to those who do not go on to full-time study. You may have made a sensible decision. We still have not reached the stage - and I hope we never shall - where everybody must go to university if they want to make a success in life. A lot of people are applying to university because all their friends do and because university education is now in fashion. And this means that those who decide to look for a job as soon as they leave school and have something to offer employers are in great demand. I know that the Civil Service is very worried about the problem of finding good youngsters of 17 and 18 to enter the Executive grade. The banks, insurance companies, computer firms and industry are all clamouring for intelligent young people prepared to work hard and learn their job from the bottom.
But if you do decide to go straight into a job you must sell yourself shrewdly. You are a valuable commodity on the labour market and you must not waste yourself on a firm that does not give you proper training. There is plenty of advice available about this sort of thing nowadays and your school will show you where to get it. If you do this you ought to be prepared to tackle some evening study either on your own or through a correspondence course or at night school. All jobs are much more complicated nowadays than they used to be, they demand much more technical knowledge and you cannot expect to get very far if you are only prepared to work office hours. You may in fact find that study makes much more sense to you when it is linked to a practical job and you can see the point of what you are learning. So I hope you will start evening study right away because you can do so much more before you get involved with a wife and family.
It is important that you should not try for university unless this is really what you want to do. How can you know what university life is like? You will hear all sorts of glamorous and romantic stories from old boys who are now at university. They will tell you about the swinging social life and the latest demand from the Union for full representation of the students on the Senate, and how the President is at loggerheads with the Vice-chancellor because the Vice-chancellor has suppressed the rag magazine, and so on. All this is delightful. What they do not tell you is that a degree course - particularly for Arts - demands many hours a day of intensive reading.
This sounds very elementary but it is surprising how often undergraduates come up to a university without realising that they are going to face the prospect of sitting in a library or alone in their own room reading and writing for hours on end each day. It is not everybody's idea of heaven and if you are not prepared for this abstract and theoretical approach to life please do not waste your time and everybody else's by attempting it.
Now what about your course of study? Of course I cannot advise you; I am only a sort of traffic policeman: I cannot tell you which way you want to go. But I can tell you something about the density of the traffic. Over the whole country there are something like 100,000 young people applying for university entry: the number is going up- by nearly ten percent each year. Just over half of those who apply are successful. But if this sounds very daunting do not forget that not everybody who applies gets even the minimum qualifications of two A-level passes. If you get two A-level passes your chances are already better than 50%.
Throughout the universities as a whole, about one half of the candidates are accepted into courses that are science-based, mainly in Pure Science, Engineering or Technology and Medicine, and the other half, those with Arts qualifications, are accepted into the faculties of Arts, Social Studies and Law.
But these are the proportions of candidates accepted. The proportion applying
is greater on the Arts side - about 56% applying with Arts qualifications and
44% with Science. So you see that the competition is much keener on the Arts
side. The following figures show the proportions of candidates accepted to those
applying for entry in October 1966.
Of those who applied:
for Pure Science 70% were successful;
for Technology 56% were successful;
for Arts 50% were successful;
for Social Studies (most difficult of all) 38% were successful.
(Figures for Medicine were not available because the London medical schools were not then in the U.C.C.A. scheme).
'Social Studies' means Economics, Sociology, Law, Geography, Anthropology, Politics; just those subjects in fact that some people think are easy to get into.
You will find this difference reflected in the A-level grades required for entry. For Arts and Social Studies you are generally lucky to get in with grades lower than B. For Science and Technology it is not impossible to get in with grades of E.
Obviously whatever the course the better grades you get the better your chances of admission. Advanced-level grades are not the whole story: a good deal depends on the Headmaster's report, on whether you have chosen the right subjects and, let's be honest about this, to some extent on luck. You may read somewhere that university selectors are in such desperation that they have to pick candidates out with a pin. I am sure this is not true; they go to an immense amount of trouble and they will consider every candidate's case individually. If you hear about some candidates who have been accepted at a lower grade than other candidates who been rejected you must not be too surprised. You cannot possibly know what the Headmaster has written about the candidate, and the Headmaster after all has up to six years' experience of the boy and can say whether or not his examination results do him justice. And sometimes the selector is prepared to take a gamble on a boy who may seem to have managed the A-Level grind rather less well than others but has still kept an enquiring mind and shows sparks of originality. I would advise anybody who is thinking of applying for Social Studies to try and strengthen his qualifications by including Mathematics at Advanced level if he is at all capable of doing well in this subject. This will not only be useful to those who think of going on to a business or administrative career - you will need Mathematics for operational research and statistics, which are increasingly important as business tools nowadays - but for some course such as Economics you will have a much better chance of admission if you have passed at Advanced level in Mathematics.
I have said nothing about your choice of university. People worry a great deal about this. People whose qualifications are not perhaps very strong wonder if they are throwing away their chances by quoting on their application forms six universities which are too difficult for them to get into. I don't think this happens very often. We know that of all the candidates accepted 50% get in to the university of their first choice and two-thirds into the university of their first or second choice. So that on the whole people do not choose too badly. And there is a further chance in the 'clearing scheme' for people who do not make it the first time round but whose qualifications are good enough. But again in the 'clearing scheme' we find it much more difficult to find places for people in Arts and Social Studies and Law and Medicine than in Pure Science and Technology. In other words it is not so much the choice of university that is decisive for your chances of getting into university, but your choice of subject and this really means in fact whether you have decided to go forward on the Arts side or the Science side. Many people in the universities do not much like the need for this choice and an increasing number of courses are being offered in combined studies which include an Arts with a Science subject. It is worth while looking out for these and asking your school whether it is possible for these to be fitted into your timetable. This ties up with what I was saying just now about combining Mathematics with an Arts subject.
One final point. I was asked to say what course of study would best prepare a boy to be of service to his country. I do not think anyone can answer this question. It is a very important question and it is very heartening to see that young people have this tremendous desire to serve their community. But it would be wrong to say that the answer must be to do something that is obviously practical like Metallurgy or Forestry or Medicine because this would be to take a very narrow view of what university education is all about. None of us can foresee what the requirements of any job are going to be in ten years' time. Whole new sciences have grown up in a shorter period than this. The most important thing is for everybody to do what interests him most and to work hard at this to the best of his ability. And so long as this happens in this school there is no need to fear for the future.'
A feature of the evening was the revival of the custom of readings by winners of School Competitions from their successful entries. Proceedings ended, as usual, with musical diversions, which are described elsewhere.
SPEECH DAY, JUNE 28th, 1938
THE SCHOOL SONG
THE HEADMASTER'S REPORT
Latin Address of Welcome, Spoken
Address and Distribution of Prizes
GOODBYE TO ALL THAT
Not the small lecture room pungent with vapours
Not the stampede at the end of Assembly,
Not the long waiting that must be endured
Not the strange cadence produced by the choir,
Now I know that all this is most terrible verse,
We have written in prose,
True, we've not much to say -
There is childish blank verse,
These Editorials anonymous -
School play productions always start with a severe handicap, I feel: not in so far as audiences demand too much of them, rather that they demand too little. We settle down, prepared to "forgive" the production in a charitably patronising sort of way, with the net result that we never take it seriously. It is some measure of the success of this production that we were forced to take it seriously.
First of all, it made me realise, I had never done so before, just how good a play this really is; certainly it's a chronicle play "concerned to recreate history with as few alterations of fact as possible", and concerned "to show how disunity and selfishness permeated and destroyed a whole society" (to quote the programme notes), but it's a chronicle play with an astonishing ing power to string together all the strands of civil unrest, gangsterism, the growing strength of the commons and the bourgeoisie and the decline of the golden age of mediaeval England, into a coherent, turbulent and impressive unity of Machiavellian setpieces punctuated by scenes of vivid discord. The unity is not in the plot but in the textures and rhythms of the play which the plot is made to subserve.
And it was in recognition of this, together with the astonishingly-competent handling of huge areas of pretty volatile material, that the success of this production lay. At first it was the set pieces that were so impressive - the meetings of weak king and greedy barons. I remember particularly the cold concentration of Warwick (C.B. Wilson), the first to grip the attention of the audience to focus on the play, the stony ruthlessness of York (K.B. Sykes), the aging cynicism of Salisbury (M. Ainsworth) and the Renaissance villainy of Cardinal Beaufort (T.C. Ramsden) - a talented if fitful portrait. Then those magnificently-handled 'difficult' scenes: the one where York 'proves' to Warwick and Salisbury his right to the throne; or the one where Machiavellian Queen and barons unite to destroy the absent Humphrey (a fine piece of varied acting by J.H. Taylor), against the ineffectual, head-hanging king (C. R. Ellins) - whose mannerisms at first seemed specious, only to persist until I was at last completely convinced by them. Mr. Axford drew from these scenes the maximum subtlety and intensity, and in them the squabbling barons, so apparently undifferentiated when reading the play, became highly individual, credible human beings.
Yet in this, the very strength of the production, lay for me its one weakness: by bringing his nobles so vividly to life, Mr. Axford had distorted, to some extent, the real impact of the play.
I only say this because the cast handled the blank verse so well that it made me think, for the first time, carefully about what was being said, and it seemed to me that there were inconsistencies, undigested speeches and episodes here and there, (I speak, for example of the killing of Jack Cade and what ensued, of the scene with Simpcox, and the witch-craft scene). In themselves, these were handled beautifully, but they seemed in some way or another to obtrude, to be alien to the texture of the play, not part of its fundamental unity. I was forced then to go back to the play and re-read it.
In reading the play I saw the characters Mr. Axford had caused to take on such vivid new life go back into their box; they seemed puppet-like once again; the vividly-enacted scenes I have just mentioned barely lifted their profiles above the play's surface. And one felt that the protagonist of this play is really history itself; the characters haunting the stage are the puppets of history, not in themselves the agents of historical change. After all, their squabbling for the crown (which Henry would so willingly resign) will bring them no happiness - common-sense must tell them that; but they fight and intrigue compulsively because their security in some peculiar way has suddenly been threatened and the only way out that they can see is to be top dog. Yet their machinations are futile, pathetic and for this reason they command our sympathy - even the worst of them as they go to their deaths. York in his long speech at the end of Act III, Scene I almost seems intuitively to understand this "mad-bred-flaw" at work in the state. The common people are much clearer about the whole thing -
Holland - Well, I say it was never merry world in England, since gentlemen came up.
Bevis - Oh miserable age! Virtue is not regarded in handicraftsmen.
And so we see that it is out of the death of "merry England" of mediaeval times, under the impact of emergent Capitalism, threatening the balance of power of the great aristocratic families, together with the rise to significance of the common people, that such great turbulence arises. All are doomed - Suffolk, Humphrey, Margaret, Cade - even York, caught in the toils of historical change.
The strengths and weakness of the production were summed up by Act IV where Cade (that earthy, poetic, vital demagogue - splendidly portrayed by G.C. Scott, who has a fine stage presence) and his ragged revolutionaries, stormed back and forth across the stage and through the audience. It was a most colourful masterly realisation of the turbulent anarchy of the times. Yet this revolution, with all its confused thinking, its incipient totalitarianism, offers - as we see from the words of Cade - an acceptable and possible alternative to the power struggle of the great families, and the gradual dominance through trade and parliament of the bourgeoisie: "all the realm shall be in common", "there shall be no money, all shall eat and drink on my score; and I will apparel them all in one livery that they may agree like brothers and worship me their lord." It was really, of course, in part, a longing for the `ancient freedoms' of a lost golden age. Yet this alternative wasn't stressed nearly enough; Cade was made to seem too earthy, too humorous, not idealistic enough. In the same way the irony of Iden's killing of Cade (he is made a knight as a reward, only to lose the peace of mind he prizes so dearly, in the civil war: surely the implication is that no one can escape these enormous changes by hiding away and cultivating his own garden?) is quite missing. In the same way the whorishness of Simpcox's wife, acted with a delicious sluttishness by Glenys France, was a little overdone, and the "we did it for pure need" not stressed nearly enough.
It was the failure to fuse the apparently self-contradictory elements in the play that worried me in Margaret (Karen Stafford) and Suffolk (M.J. Elliott). Karen Stafford has a fine, commanding figure and voice, and suggested well the authoritative Machiavellianism of the Queen, but her love-making had none of the Lucrezia Borgia lustfulness that is the compensatory mechanism of Shakespeare's political women.
It was too tender, just as Suffolk was not nearly poisonous enough, though M.J. Elliott captured his fawning subtlety rather well. Jane Bradley, created well, in face and speech, the deadliness, ambition and sneaking licentiousness of a Renaissance queen, though of course had nothing like as difficult a task as Karen Stafford's.
When the programme states that Shakespeare "is concerned to recreate history with as few alterations of fact as possible", that only begs several very big questions: what is history? Did "disunity and selfishness" destroy a "whole society*, or was that society destroyed by its own internal contradictions? And was the disunity and selfishness an effect rather than a cause? Surely there is the hand here, not just of an ironic chronicler (wonderfully parodied by J. C. Smith in the character of Edward Hall), but of a highly intelligent political theorist - well versed in the 'real-politik' of Machiavelli's "Il Principe".
Still, these are carping criticisms in face of the fine achievement of this King Edward's production which, if it hadn't been so good, would never have raised these doubts in my mind at all. It would be impossible to do justice to that most compelling set and lighting plot, a convincing wardrobe and use of make-up and such competent stage-management. Suffice to say that these things, and the excellent performance of the small orchestra, allowed us completely to forget the inconvenient hall in which the whole thing was staged.
Lady Mabel College of Education.
The Junior Play has now become an established feature of the School calendar, bringing eager anticipation to its supporters and blood, sweat and tears to participants and producers for weeks in advance. Connoisseurs can be heard comparing this year's vintage with its predecessors - the classic '65, the full, fruity '66. Most important, a generation of boys is coming up the School with experience of disciplined acting to a high standard. We must be immensely grateful to all those whose efforts so enrich the School.
Pilgrim's Progress is not an obviously easy choice for dramatic purposes. The "plot" is too familiar and simple to provide much excitement. The large number of fleeting characters, if valuable for talent-hunting, presents daunting problems of production. The constant changes of scene and attendant supernatural effects, achieved with dreamlike ease in Bunyan's narrative, would demand imaginative use of the most sophisticated stage, let alone our austere arena. Much of the charm of the original work lies in Bunyan's unpretentious style and diction. But his dialogue is apt to lapse into sermon, and even in its simpler uses the language of the seventeenth century is not easily mastered by the modern ear or tongue.
It speaks a great deal for this production that we were hardly aware of these difficulties. The producer's adaptation of David Holbrook's version provided a drastically shortened and simplified text, whose rather quaint mixture of ancient and modern idiom was at least readily understood. Less satisfactory, perhaps, were the attempts to solve those intractable problems of staging and lighting. The plain set, with few but versatile topographical features, was inevitable and effective. This left much to the suggestion of the actors and the imagination of the audience, and it may be unfair to cast the blame more on the one side than the other if the Slough of Despond did not quite live up to Bunyan's "very miry Slough", or if the appearance of the Angels seemed less than heaven-sent, or the roaring' of lions (off) provoked more mirth than terror in the auditorium. More seriously it seemed a pity that the Valley of the Shadow of Death appeared to offer nothing more terrible than a little summer lightning. Bunyan's description - not to mention Cruickshank's illustration - of this place would suggest more substantial horrors.
These things, however, were incidental to the main business of the play, not as a poem or a spectacle, but as a drama. The unity and simplicity of theme proved after all to have some advantage in supplying a backbone amidst the many skilfully contrived entrances and exits. A great deal of credit must be given to D.A. Plews, whose Christian made the most of all his near-fatal lapses from the Way, but remained credibly full of good intentions and a sort of dazed vision to the end. He has the natural actor's essential gift of throwing himself wholly into a part - never more effectively than in his fainting fall after vanquishing Apollyon! - and his unflagging attention not only to his own part but to those around him throughout the evening created a memorable tour de force.
It would be impossible to give `credits' to all those involved in this production. But certain characters and moments stand out as worthy of recall. R.A. Scott's Talkative exploited a rich vein of comic relief - whether self-parody or based on merciless observation one dare not guess. Certainly he gave us the creepiest of all possible 'creeps', of the kind one meets on long journeys in nightmares.
Christian's chief companions on the Way lacked his obvious flair, but showed a good sense of the meaning of their parts. M. W. Hudson's Faithful commanded the respect due to a born martyr, while D. G. Black suggested well that innocence of eye and heart which brought Hopeful an easier passage than the doubt-riven Christian. On a smaller scale R.S. Ruttle's Timorous was patently scared out of his wits, from panting entry to weak-kneed parting line " Better you than me, mate; I don't fancy it!" (a fair sample of Mr. Wood's telling use of modern idiom to point the allegory). Watchful (P.J. Marshall) brought an air of calm authority to the scene on his several appearances, while M.J. Harrison's Byends, in red satin and lace trimmings, pouted and sniffed with egregious elegance. Even the small part of Mr. Save All caught the eye in the confident hands of D. Jardine Smith.
Virtue may win in the end, but vice is, alas, more memorable. Perhaps, too, in the way of human nature, it comes more easily to the actor - of any age! So it is no reflection on the gallant heroes of this tale that the Vanity Fair and Trial scenes remain most vividly in our minds. The terrifying crescendo of hysteria leading up to the arrest of Christian and Faithful and the triumph of vicious apathy and prejudice, were powerfully produced and acted. Mr.Pickthank (C.S. Redfern), in a lush piece of Carnaby Street, showed a quite unnerving gift for cold nastiness, supported by a sneering Envy (J.M. Drought) and strident Superstition (G.J. Reynolds). Judge Hategood (E.M.Bell) presided over the court with corrupt incompetence and a cough which eloquently reflected a life-time of dissipation and debauchery. To complete the picture sat the jury, a harmless enough looking bunch, absorbed in sleep or a variety of aimless diversions, and oblivious to everything in the proceedings except the most direct appeals to their greed and self-interest. Where does Bunyan's finger point today?
Compared with these scenes Giant Despair (R.S. Sandford) and his consort Diffidence (D.J. Chamberlin) provided something like knockabout farce. The Giant was surprisingly weedy - surely the feeble utterances should have come from a more imposing physique? Diffidence made up fully for whatever Despair lacked in presence. There was an incongruous sense that Lady Macbeth had strayed into the land of Jack and the Beanstalk, but it was certainly a powerful interpretation in its way.
It remains to be said that this was certainly a very worthwhile production, in which there was something to admire in every department. The standard of audibility was high throughout and there were few lapses of memory. If there were the usual problems of amateur acting - where to put hands, how to avoid irritating mannerisms of voice or gesture, and often simply how to stand still - this is a measure of the value of such experience for the boys involved. We look forward to seeing many of them building on this experience to enlarge their talents in School plays in the years to come. Only then will the full extent of our debt to Mr. Wood, his assistant producer, Mr. C.I. Cook, and their excellent team of helpers, become clear.
Caesarius, in the thirteenth century, decided that "the Discords and Confusion which happen in the best regulated choirs are due to the intervention of DEMONS, which flit about and confuse the Singers'. There have been restive demons among our Trebles, while Sloth has attacked some of the more senior members - but in the end something approaching Milton's 'pure content' has prevailed in public.
The Madrigal Group first recorded some pieces for Radio Sheffield's "Sheffield Sings' series. (No red lights flashing on, just "Are you ready, Fred? Music five seconds from now") This was rather too early in the year for comfort, but by Prize Distribution things had settled down. The Orchestra opened with Delibes' "Le Roi s'amuse', accompanied a stylish performance by L.M. Jenkins of Beethoven's Violin Romance in G minor, and later played the March from Duncan's Little Suite - a title which concealed the identity of a very well-known piece of trivia. The first few bars were done to the accompaniment of numerous patrons digging each other in the ribs and exclaiming: "Dr. Findlay!". The Madrigal Group sang Coplands' "I bought me a cat' and a very jolly "Rumba' by Jenkyns for voices, piano and percussion. A recently published "Faeroe Island Dance' for Piano Duet by Grainger (A.H. Goodison and I.C.A.F. Robinson) proved too subtle for some.
The Choir sang Purcell's "In these delightful pleasant groves' and, with the Orchestra, provided a rousing close in "Zion's Children'.
For Carols we returned this year to the Cathedral, also doing our usual lunch-time programme on the Fore-court. From the latter we almost failed to return, the `bus driver being intent on delivering us to King Ecgbert's. Some difficulties of acoustics and liaison
in the Cathedral were not entirely overcome, but a large congregation enjoyed our efforts. To the more traditional carols and modern settings by Joubert and Bryan Kelly we added Sweelinck's magnificent motet "Hodie Christus natus est", a chorus from Berlioz' "L'enfance du Christ" and a South American carol with guitars, giving the Madrigal Group, Full Choir, and a fine Treble line, respectively, something less usual to sing. A shortened version of the Service was broadcast by Radio Sheffield on Dec. 23rd.
Christmas over, we began preparations for the Concert - that drawing together of all the threads of school music and of the diverse talents at our disposal. Singers, Wind Group, String Group, and Orchestra all made laudable efforts to fit in the needful preparation. Meanwhile I.C.A.F. Robinson and M.P.R. Linskill wrote and rehearsed the very apt music for the Play.
An innovation has been two concerts by visiting teams. At the first we enjoyed the vocal finesse of the Century Singers, and at the second we were stunned by the virtuosity - and sheer volume of the Royal Artillery Band.
We congratulate I.C.A.F. Robinson on his Choral Award to Worcester College, where we are sure his ability as composer and at the keyboard will also find employment. Of the many other musicians who have left, or will be leaving, space precludes the mention of all but two: M.R. Ainsworth, "heldentenor" (to borrow a Wagnerian term) 'cellist and organist, and L.M. Jenkins, an outstanding violinist. We wish them all, mentioned or unmentionable, continued joy in music.
The Library continues to be used to the full by all members of the School; it is particularly pleasing to see the enthusiasm with which the members of the lower school are using their recently granted privilege of using the facilities we have to offer.
I am sure that there are those who do not realise the excellent scope of the Library; a large amount of money is spent each year on keeping all the sections up to date with many leading authorities' works. With the widening of the scope of those who now use the Library, it is becoming clear that some provision must be made for the younger readers and plans are in hand to this end.
Obviously we do possess discerning bibliophiles -they certainly realise the value of the books they remove from the library; they are far too valuable for them to return. Let me remind them that they are also too valuable for the School to lose; there are many others who could value from their use but are deprived from doing so by their selfish and anti-social fellows.
It is very pleasant to receive books from those who have recently left school - a practice which could become more widespread I feel. Indeed, I take this opportunity of thanking all those who have donated to the Library:
J.R.A. Cook: C. Cyman: Mr. & Mrs. P. Dixon: T.H. Hawkins: J.S. Hill: L.J. Madden Esq: M.E. Newman: R.I. Nicolson: A.J. Robinson: J.C. Smith.
In closing I would like to thank C.J. Stones who left at Christmas, for all that he did as Head Librarian; he will long be remembered for the excellent source of income which he established in the new system for fines. His successor, C.R. Milner has led his assistant librarians with efficiency and I am grateful to them all for their willing service.
(It is either a Moon Shot from Lehman's Rocket or a close up of one of the brass balls on the Lectern)
Meetings of the recently reinstated ASTRONOMICAL SOCIETY have included three
lectures and, two quizzes, the latter being considerably more popular. More
popular still are the films - one was in colour, and was called u Man in Spaces,
and two about the moon were shown. The society has embarked on a number of projects,
such as a telescope mirror and a star map. With the aid of Mr. Grace's unfailing
interest it is hoped to have a telescope ready for use next winter.
The establishment of a BRIDGE CLUB this year was due to the persistence of several keen bridgeplayers in the school. The club meets every lunch time and has expanded rapidly, with the standard of play improving throughout. A school bridge team competed in the English Schools' Bridge Championship, at Halifax, with moderate success. Two matches have been played against a staff team, each team winning once. It is hoped to increase the club's activities in the future and arrangements are being made for more school and interschool tournaments.
The CHESS CLUB met throughout the Autumn and Spring terms. Attendances declined as the year progressed. As last year there were very few seniors present. The annual tournament was enjoyed by many, and this year there were other attractions. A very successful Lightning Chess Tournament was held, and will be repeated. R.I. Nicolson gave a few talks and this idea too will be developed in the future.
The CHRISTIAN FORUM met with a marked lack of enthusiasm and attendance, despite
what was, for the society, an historic attendance of 48 for a film (later shown
by the B.B.C.), "The World of Martin Luther.' Other meetings, such as "Anglo-Catholicism"
by C.H.B., 'Christmas in the Arts' and 'Some Aspects of Modern Religious Pop
Music' brought in less people, and a quiz brought in just enough for two teams.
So lacking was interest, that a challenge was issued. As an indirect result,
attendances improved for the last two meetings, a Brains Trust, and a filmstrip.
Mr. Sharp must be thanked for his ideas and assistance.
The CLASSICAL SOCIETY has had a large and varied programme of meetings, since the beginning of the school year. These have been mostly talks on classical subjects, plus two quizzes. In addition two end of term extravaganzas were staged. The first was a trial of Zeus, featuring M.R. Ainsworth in the title role. The defending and prosecuting counsel and witnesses were from 4 Greek, while J.C. Smith attempted to keep order as Clerk of the Court. At the end of the Lent term M.R. Ainsworth, M.P.R. Linskill, and J.C. Smith organised a valedictory orgy. The audience were treated to a selection of readings and music from humorous (and worse) classical sources, and the meeting ended with a toast in best orgiastic style.
The ECONOMICS SOCIETY'S first meeting of the school year was a talk by Professor Pollard on the "rise and fall of the British economy in the last hundred years." The Society was equally fortunate to hear Mr. Gray, J.P., on the "English Court system', a talk well documented by specimens from case histories in his own practice. The final and most lively meeting of the Autumn term was a discussion about devaluation. All present agreed that its effects would be beneficial, provided that the government could hold back inflation. Two talks were given in the Lent term, the first by Professor Clayton about developing countries and their need for foreign aid, and the other by Mr. McCormick on Trade Unions.
The JUNIOR HISTORY SOCIETY'S attendances have. again been good, especially for the film shows. In the Lent term, R. Bollington gave a talk on Sheffield Workhouses, and T.C. Ramsden gave one on a local detective story, which he entitled "Whatever happened to Buggy-Eyres?"
Whilst talks have predominated among the meetings of the SENIOR HISTORY SOCIETY
this year, its most notable activities have been the production of a play and
a visit to the Abbeydale Industrial Hamlet. "Waltheof", written, recorded,
directed, produced, and acted in by T.C. Ramsden, besides disrupting 7H, was
broadcast on Radio Sheffield. Waltheof, as most people now know, was the last
Saxon Lord of Sheffield, who because of his fight for freedom, and the miraculous
nature of his death, became a popular hero. Consequently the play was notable
for its crowd scenes, as well as for English literature's worst joke - "I
will wall-thee-off Waltheof.' The trip to the industrial hamlet at Abbeydale
provided an interesting insight into "old Sheffield", in spite of
the place's renovation not being complete, and the action of one of the wardens
in accusing a group of Oxbridge scholars of having no more intelligence than
"a load of epileptic earwigs.'
The JUNIOR LITERARY AND DEBATING SOCIETY was reinstated by Mr. Canning in January. At the first meeting we were told the rules of debating, in preparation for a debate on the subject of corporal punishment, and another on the subject of co-education. The society's third debate was on the motion - "This house believes that we should arm the police.' The speakers were all from the first form, but at the first attempt the opposition failed to turn up, so convinced were they of the superiority of their opponents' case. There are about fifty members and when the debaters have a little more experience, they intend to challenge the Seniors.
The Autumn term for the SENIOR LITERARY & DEBATING SOCIETY brought talks on Yeats and on Modern Cinema by Messrs. Whitehead and Holyoake of Sheffield University, and a discussion on the "Lord of the Rings". Debates continued, with Sykes and Bacon winning the resplendent Sheffield Schools Debating Trophy in March, following their final debate against Mexborough Sixth Form College in which they opposed the motion - "This house believes that leisure leads to moral decay." Also in the Lent term, a talk was given by R.A. Jones on "Thomas Hardy of Wessex." An offshoot of this society presented a varied programme, consisting of talks on Bob Dylan and on the war poetry of the twentieth century, both of which were illustrated, and an anthology of bad jokes, which was rather appropriately introduced by T.C. Ramsden. This was greeted by a record attendance of 182.
THE MODEL AERO CLUB has seen the extensive application of boat radio control systems to aircraft. Control-line flying is still our main occupation, and we have recently migrated to the Graves Park flying area, which appears to suit a majority of members, but we have not given up flying on the Close altogether.
THE MODERN LANGUAGE SOCIETY has organised only one function since last September - a tetralogy of talks on seventeenth century France, during the Autumn term. After an historical introduction by R. Bollington, Mr. H.B. Dobson, R.R. Cross, and J. C. Smith spoke on the three great dramatists of the period, Corneille, Moliere, and Racine.THE MUSIC CLUB deserves audiences far larger than three. Although Lehman on Paganani, Webster on Britten, Ramsden on Faure, and even J.C. Smith on Beethoven might not be your 'tasse de the', you would surely have drained with relish the sordid dregs of G.W.T. driving lorries through the bogs of Wales and living under a grand piano, or N.J.B. doomed to starvation in Leamington with a large, low vicar and a smelly dog, whilst he conducted a girls' (!) choir. Such confessions were elicited at the Desert Island Discs meeting. Another innovation was a series of meetings devoted to exegeses of works to be performed in Sheffield. At a composers' forum it was decided that certain World Premieres were deservedly so.
The membership of the PHOTOGRAPHIC SOCIETY is still relatively high (numerically) and the dark room has been in continuous use throughout the term. We regret the temporary loss of our President who has nevertheless made some useful suggestions. Some of these we shall probably follow up. We thank two members of the society for covering the school play. (The Editor wishes to thank the people responsible for providing photos for the Magazine).
THE RAILWAY SOCIETY was founded at the beginning of this year to "promote interest in railways and railway modelling'. A successful visit was made to Doncaster, but the proposed visit to the Research Laboratories at Derby has failed to attract the expected support from would-be scientists and engineers.
THE STAMP CLUB has enjoyed a fairly successful year with the approximately fortnightly meetings attracting even larger attendances as the term progressed. Talks have been given by several present pupils and two old boys, Messrs. Bishop and Thompson. The subjects have ranged from seventeenth century envelopes to Nazi Germany.
Under the energetic guidance of Mr. Axford the K.E.S. group of "Youth .Action" has risen this year to new heights of activity. Fourteen boys are now regularly involved on Wednesday afternoons, visiting old people to do shopping or gardening, or just to talk. It is rumoured that certain boys have stayed to drink sherry until six o'clock. The old lady in question came to see the school play, and recognised her regular visitor on the stage on being told that he was the "big green one".
Another group member has become an expert dominoes player as a result of the practice he had on Wednesdays.
Several boys helped recently to make a collection in aid of sufferers from muscular dystrophy at Bramall Lane. Members of the school group were also involved in two shopping expeditions to Pauldens shortly before Christmas. The cantankerous behaviour of one old lady reduced one helper to tears.
Seven boys are giving swimming lessons to children from broken homes, or on probation. It has cost one of them a watch. Three boys made regular visits to spastic children. Another project is the work of several boys at Middlewood Hospital.
J. COWLEY, Group Secretary
`The prefect system is a system where a few of the headmaster's favourite pupils are given a bit of blue stuff and a lot of power."
"Sub-prefects look like ordinary boys from behind"
WHAT IS A
"Prefects perform tasks that cannot be done by masters or ordinary boys."
"They are more unruly than the rest of the school put together"
|"They are absolute angels"|
"Expansive, perceptive, ebullient, and pedantic", as he has been variously described. But where lies the real J.C. Smith? Somewhere between the scholar-musician, and the anarchic manipulator of an iconoclastic classical orgy - between the serious and the flippant, with an unique brand of humour - there you will find him.
He maintains - "I'm serious with myself, and funny with other people" and in answer to the charge of being expansive says - "I'm visible, if that's what you mean, I attract comment", and if much of the comment is of a monosyllabic nature, one cannot fail to comment on a person with such strong views on, for instance, America - "I disapprove strongly of American culture and values - they wouldn't be so bad if the Americans kept them to themselves, but they try and inflict them on the rest of the world." Rumours that America is at present undergoing an onslaught of J.C. Smith's culture and values - and losing the battle - have yet to be confirmed.
"The Americans' morbid fear of anything un-American is chauvinism and xenophobia of the worst kind. The war in Vietnam ties up with the fear of things non-American. In Vietnam if elections were held, 80% of the population would vote Communist - but they are not held, and this seems to me such a warped and disgraceful reason for fighting a war, that I just won't condone it."
Thus, while the United States battles on in Vietnam, the spirit of J. C. Smith broods like a vast, dark cloud over the Sorbonne and Grosvenor Square, as he continues his intellectual struggle with the tide of militant Americanism which threatens to overwhelm Britain.
However, although anti-American, he is not violently pro-British, disapproving of chauvinism and false patriotism - "One must have International co-operation, rather than pettifogging nationalism." Indeed, far from being an Anglophile, he expresses a deep affection for France, preferring the gaiety of French life to the rather drab atmosphere of the English provincial town. "Dining on the pavement is one of those splendid things which has only just come to England" - but then the English always were more hygienic than the French.
His Utopia would have - "A rolling French landscape with cornfields varied with high mountains, capped with snow", and his Gallicism is further strengthened by a deep personal admiration for General de Gaulle, who has "done a great deal for France."
Of de Gaulle's opposition to Britain's entry into the Common Market, he observes "Britain is so like America, absorbing American ideas, that de Gaulle is quite right to combat an American invasion of Europe. I know it's trendy to be against him and France, but I don't subscribe to unthinking trends."
The French part of his character is again reflected in his faith, which runs in almost Catholic channels - "I'm a very High Church person myself; Latin services and incense are probably the most splendid way of worshipping." But strangely, he admits to Calvinist tendencies - "I also subscribe to the priesthood of all believers, which is one of my fundamental beliefs." And yet perhaps this is not so inconsistent, for Calvin was a Frenchman.
He confesses to being a Romantic, and even to an erstwhile isolation from a society which must have viewed a High Church Calvinist and an Americanophobe British Francophile with suspicion. "One must concede that one owes something to society, even though one conceives a disapproval of it. I did this some time ago, but I'm coming out of that phase now" and we must welcome him back to Earth, as he shakes the mud of Parnassus from his boots.
However, the new, maturer, J.C. Smith still retains a Romantic view of the Arts, preferring music, as it appeals directly to the soul, as those who have been fortunate enough to witness his virtuoso performances on the tubular bells will realise. "Music is subtle, abstract, and therefore does not need to use the concrete images which can be the downfall of a great deal of art. Music is the greatest of the arts, without any question, and Beethoven's Ninth Symphony, and the Mass in D Major are the pinnacles of all creation."
He may be thought pedantic, but as he points out - "There's one thing about pedants - they're always right, because, by definition, you can't be pedantic about something that's wrong. I would really be very happy to be called a pedant, for it would mean that I was always right."
He often seethes - What makes him seethe? - "Being hit over the head with window poles, for one thing." While others may rave to Hendrix, he achieves his emotional outlets - "Via Beethoven and Orgies", and remains expansively, perceptively, ebulliently, pedantically, uniquely J.C. Smith.
M r. M c I V E R (abridged)
Mr. McIver wanted to be Mr. McIver wasn't old
seen about at the IN places enough and when he was
appearing 'in-crowd' 'one of the lads' it was too late. and so forth.
Mr. McIver wanted a fast car Mr. McIver couldn't preferably an E-type to afford an E-type. flashupanddown the Ml.
wearing his white dinner jacket.
Mr. McIver wanted a girl No girl was forthcoming
a tall, tanned, figuratively neither, come to that,
speaking, husky blonde to sit was Mr. McIver in his E-type.
Mr. McIver wanted to be one of Mr. McIver couldn't play
the Incredibly Large Joe Bass bass serpent so we
Iron Foundry Social Club couldn't fit him in. Technicolour Temperance Band
(a blues group)
So Mr. McIver became a pre-stressed concrete expert at night school instead.
J. E. C.
A quick transformation from school uniform to a motley collection of coloured anoraks, jeans and thick sweaters marked the start of the second K.E.S. expedition to the Lake District. The party consisted of boys from the second to the seventh form plus three members of staff, Messrs. Paice, Allen, and Booth. After some inspired but rather noisy singing from the back of the coach, we arrived at High Close Youth Hostel, following our first hike, a long trek up a steep hill in torchlight.
On Friday morning, although it was pouring with rain, foggy and very cold, we set out on our first hike with cheerful spirits. The party split into two, one doing the ridge walk, the other going up past Easedale Tarn, both meeting at Stickle Tarn for a wet lunch. There, the two parties combined to attack Pavey Ark, and because of a slight miscalculation, we narrowly missed the summit of Harrison Stickle, and ended up at Stickle Tarn again.
We spent the night again at High Close, where a game of "Slipper Ball" on the polished common-room floor saw a team from the middle school narrowly beaten by a team of seniors (mainly from the Second Eleven). This was followed by a singsong with accompaniment from Broome on his guitar, and a solo from Mr. Paice, which was not appreciated by everyone.
The weather on Saturday was a great improvement on that of the previous day and we split up into three parties, two climbing Dollywagon Pike and Helvellyn, and the other going down the valley to Helvellyn Hostel. The ascent of Dollywagon was made after a delicious packed lunch, which included what looked like prune sandwiches. On the top of Helvellyn we met three disreputable characters who go by the names of Thompson, Waistnidge and Dabbs, who were wandering about in the mist trying to find Striding Edge. Once at Helvellyn Youth Hostel, after a touch of warden trouble, the party ingeniously devised a game, which involved knotting other people's sleeping bags.
On Sunday the expedition again split up, so that one party could climb High Street, a second, Helvellyn, and a third could walk along various ridges near Helvellyn, only to finish up on the best peak in the Lake District, apart from Allen Craggs, of course, Sheffield Pike. During the walk a water battle between Broome's team and G.C.P.'s team was declared a draw with equal amounts. of wetness on both sides. The evening was spent playing highly intellectual card games and singing, the accompaniment this time coming chiefly from Mr. Allen and his spoons. On the last day we made our way slowly to Patterdale from where the coach left at about one o'clock. On the journey, as well as the noisy singing, arguments broke out over political parties and football teams. A new world record was also set up by three members of the party for eating egg and chips during the stoppage. Our thanks go to the patient and sometimes suffering staff, who accompanied the party.
M.J. JEPSON, D.A. SEAL.
In the first round of the Sheffield Schools Debating Competition, the school senior team went to Netherthorpe G.S., Stavely. Sykes and Bacon, not necessarily in order, opposed the motion: "This House Believes Britain Needs a Dictator". K.E.S. scored a most convincing victory, for the proposition's very competent first speaker was just as competently opposed by Sykes and Bacon, and the proposition's second speaker.
Against City Grammar School, our two heroes successfully proposed that "This House Would Back Britain', by the narrowest of margins. The neutral lady judge completely succumbed to the patriotic pleas of the dynamic duo, and put them two points ahead, giving K.E.S. an overall victory of one point.
And so to the final, held at the Students' Union on March 16th (Bacon's birthday). Mexborough G.S. proposed the motion: "This House Believes That Leisure Leads to Moral Decay." The K.E.S. opposition was well balanced, for while Sykes attempted to present the facts, Bacon did not. The latter specialised in d o u b l e e n t end r e s, but unfortunately, his stock-in-trade obscenity which went down well both at Netherthorpe and at School - was not appreciated by the Mexborough bloc. A more serious problem arose when, halfway through his speech, Sykes was interrupted by a gentleman from the floor. He (Sykes) was accused of reading, from a prepared speech, replies to anticipated points which had not in fact been made. Sykes rose to the occasion and quashed the foppish remark with "Thank-you, Sir, for your carefully prepared ad lib."
Among the speakers from the floor was a "Mr. A. Garnet". In support of the motion, he maintained that the unemployed, with too much leisure time, were ruining the country. When challenged with "Wot abaht yer actual Mon-arch?" he came to Her Majesty's defence with: "Well, she's getting paid for it, ain't she?" J.C. Smith was less successful in his impersonation of Racine, but convinced a lady from Mexborough that he was Noddy.
The final result was a victory for K.E.S. by two votes to one.
The only disappointing feature of the competition was the poor support from K.E.S; the followers of a deservedly victorious team being heavily outnumbered by supporters from other schools.
We would like to thank A. E. Heath, without whom, etc., etc.
Sir Walter Scott's poem "Lochinvar" has always been thought to be an original work. But recently, a group of first form scholars happened to discover a primitive ballad which obviously served as Scott's source and from which he shamelessly plagiarised.
It is recorded here, complete with the tune, exactly as taken down from the lips of the 195-year-old singer, who vividly remembers singing to the young Scott back in the golden days of the 1790s.
Gae saddle me my guid black steed,
Gae saddle him and make him ready,
For I'll no' stop nor slacken my speed
Till I come tae the house o' my lady.
"Oh, I hae saddled your guid black steed,
He is wi' gear laden.
It's a fleeter steed than I hae seen
Will catch you wi' your maiden."
He rode till he cam' to the River Eske
Whaur ford or bridge was never;
His horse it swam thro' the fast flowing flood
As a birdie flies thro' the air.
But when they cam tae the Netherby yett,
Whaur times he had been mony,
Anither man, wi' lands and gold
Was to wed his ain fair lady.
Oh, when he entered in the hall
There were lords and ladies plenty,
The bridegroom cowered in the corner o' the hall,
Behind o' his fair lady.
"Oh, come ye here, Lord Lochinvar,
Tae mak' loud mirth and laughter,
Or come ye here, Lord Lochinvar
Tae seek my fair young dochter?"
"I hae nae come this weary way
For mirth or story-tellin'
But I hae come tae drink o' the wine
And tae dance wi' your dochter Ellen".
He's ta'en the goblet in his hand,
He's drank, and set it doon;
"I willnae stay tae see her wed,
But I'll be gane fu' soon."
He's ta'en the fair bride by the hand,
And danced wi' her ae dance;
Her mither and her fayther looked on,
The bridegroom look'd askance.
The mither looked tae the fayther,
And the fayther looked tae the groom;
The bridegroom looked thro' the open door,
At the fine heather hills and the broom.
They cam' round tae the door o' the hall,
Aye and stopped the bridegroom's view;
It's they hae danced thro' the open hall door,
And the bridegroom looked thro'.
He's swung her up tae the saddle o' his steed,
And he's mounted up before;
The bridegroom he said never a word,
But watched thro' the open door.
"Your bridegroom he has house and lands
That stretch untae the sea,
But gin he canna fecht like a man
He'll no tak' ye frae me."
The Graemes they mounted on their steeds,
And tae them they gave chase,
The bridegroom sat in the empty hall,
A-watchin' o' the chase.
Afore they cam' tae the brow o' the hill
The Graemes they rode aright,
But when the cam' doon the ither side,
The bride was lost frae sight.
They rode and ran till night cam' doon,
But Ellen she was far;
And when it was dark they turned again;
"She's awa' wi' Lochinvar."
S.G. WHITEHEAD P. MUNN S.D. BAGGETT
Said a student to a student;
Take a Trip,
To Grosvenor Square.
Said a Beatle to a Beatle;
Take a trip,
To Maharishi's lair.
Said a Russian to a Russian;
Take a Trip,
To the land of rice.
Said a hippy to a hippy;
Take a Trip,
Speaker: "The rivers shall run with fire."
Rabble: "The hour of doom is upon us."
Speaker: "The streets shall run blug,"
Rabble: "The hour of doom is upon us."
Speaker: "Repent before it is too late."
Rabble: "The hour of doom is surely upon us."
Speaker: "Before you are eternally damned."
Rabble: We will .. We do ... Yes we will, We do."
Speaker: "Prepare to meet thy doom."
Rabble: "Amen ... amen ... hallelujah."
Speaker: "You shall be yet saved; brethren."
Rabble: "Oh yes man oh yes." (click)
Rabble: "Oh yes man oh yes". (click)
Speaker: (going away in disgust) "Bloody peasants"
When Felix played, I do declare,
A sweet mellifluous country air,
The animals all laughed withal
And had themselves a splendid ball.
Such goings-on were never seen
By Paddy on the village green;
And Phil the fluter's ball was square
Compared with that in Puss's lair.
Such feline grace! It seemed the muse
Had far exceeded normal dues.
Puss was transformed!
He turned the night Into an idyll of delight.
But faster than the music flowed
As wildly Felix heeled and toed.
The dancers soon were fit to drop,
But Puss refused his bow to stop.
Poor Daisy, with the other kine,
(And mindful of that other time)
Tried, circumspect, to be herself,
Not like proverbial bull in delf.
But look! Alas, the music's got her!
Each spring and leap a wilder totter,
Until, decorum set at nought,
She is a bovine astronaut.
A little dog, out for a spree,
Did chortle to himself with glee.
He'd never seen a funnier sight,
Nor animals in such a plight.
The spoon the dish then whirled away
And where they've gone I cannot say.
Yet still that stripey scraped away
With his perpetuum mobile.
But lo! A wise old owl sails by,
The frenzied scene he does descry
And with a word in Puss's ear
Fills feline fur with frantic fear.
Puss had not known his strings so taut
Were cunningly of CATGUT wrought.
And so poor Felix, filled with fright,
Went caterwauling through the night.
And still at night o'er land and sea
That sound is ever heard, yet he
No longer plays, with fulsome grin,
A fiddle, tucked beneath his chin.
(or Lasciate ogni speranza voi, che'ntrate)
This year the "Critical Quarterly Society" held its annual English Conference at Keele Hall under the auspicious eye of Professor Cox. It is common knowledge that after World War II most of the nazi scientists went to work in Russia; what is not so well known is that the architects responsible for the Stalags and Auschwitz are now profitably employed in designing Keele University. The atmosphere there, obviously with the emphasis on concentration, was magnificently Auschwitzian, with captivatingly functional doors, windows and steps which didn't, and charming notices to the effect that guard-dogs were released on the campus after 11 o'clock at night. Madeley (in whose Halls of Residence the K.E.S. Expeditionary Force was encamped) was slightly better in this respect, except for the regrettable absence of certain aspects of the female gender. A happy time was guaranteed for all.
Amusement was plentiful: singing Hare Krishna; writing flagellatory sonnets; blocking drains; writing contrite notes to the domestic staff about one's failure (?) to make one's bed; all these and many more too numerous to mention were found amusing. We were also fed, although one member of our select little group decided to return his excellent collation along with half a bottle of Mouton Rothschild 1958. Much time was spent reducing the mind of a psychedelic Cockney, who had been adopted by one not so Sykedelic member of our group.
Highlight of the conference was Dr. Arnold Hinchcliffe, who, whilst discussing the Ancient Mariner, refused to be detracted from his original premise by a contemptuous remark from the K.E.S. camp concerning the fact that it was obviously a poem about bondage fetishism. Dr. Hinchcliffe also expounded an interesting theory concerning the relationship between Coleridge's Fragment "Kubla Khan", and the fact that he (Coleridge) was suffering from diarrhoea at the time it was left unfinished.
On the night preceding the planned breakout from Keele we celibated (in the absence of certain aforementioned aspects of the human female) the end of our period of interment. For the further amusement of our august band of brothers at this veritably Bacchanalian festivity was a certain gentleman who demonstrated his own unique version of the Dance of the Seven Veils. Disappearing up the stairs in a semi-inebriated condition he reappeared some minutes later through the entrance without visible means of transport (although it is rumoured that he was aided by the fairies) minus one article of his clothing; this performance was repeated. The incident was in no way connected with the empty pair of trousers found in the lift earlier, which may, however, possibly have been connected with the trouserless individual who emerged at great velocity from the television room (it is rumoured that he was one of the fairies).
Homeward bound the next day, in no mood to mince matters, we were all willing to concede that the Conference had been an intolerable drag; while admitting that the Staffordshire countryside and the queen's weather were ideal for camping, Keele was, strictly speaking, too much like Fairyland to be conducive to any serious study.
A happy time was had by all.
Quae nocent, docent
Two thoughts we daily wonder at
And wonder which is worse:
That we were once like them, or that
They'll one day be like us.
God had called a conference:
"I shall have to destroy this one soon, the men are getting too clever, they'll have proved my existence within 50 of their years."
"So we've failed again, I would have thought the preparations and careful planning of the lower orders would have ensured success", said the chief seraph, "The powers won't like it."
"Yes I always thought evolution was a capital red-herring but still I'll
do it next Thursday, anyone got a new way?"
"Well it will have to be a flood again - that hasn't failed yet ... Thronector! Give the usual instructions to the S.S.C. and the Archangels ... and get one of those lazy cherubs to fix the air-conditioning, it's getting too stuffy in here."
"O.K. Assembly dismiss!"
On the next level, a day later:
"I'm getting fed up with flood after flood, why not boil them in oil?" said Power.
"Be careful, you only just scraped in, you know, there is such a thing as reselection", said his friend.
"Hell!" said another Power on hearing the news, "The gates will
need polishing again. All I do is slave away."
Back up top on Thursday:
"Well, here goes"
On earth it started to rain heavily; rain fell for forty days and forty nights. Now the Angelic host could resume their normal duties; for the fifth time they resumed lyre practice and doing nothing.
The drums that beat out a long tattoo,
and everyone must follow,
all the weary soldiers fall in line,
marching to tomorrow,
the march is long, the wind is cold,
it's raining all the time,
yet not one starving, frozen soul
dare wander from his line;
and as they marched the cold increased,
the rain had turned to snow,
their packs were heavy with the ice,
their goal they didn't know;
Johnny Reb down on the icy floor,
his face is frozen stiff,
his body rolls, unnoticed, cold,
crashes over a cliff;
the drums beat out a long tattoo,
and everyone must follow,
all the weary soldiers fall in line,
marching to tomorrow;
the drums beat out the last retreat,
the bugle from the wall,
but all who answer are vague, grey ghosts,
men beyond recall.
In seven days God made the earth
He made it far too well
He rested on the seventh day
And on the eighth made hell.
The first day he made warriors
Whose strength enforced the law.
They conquered evil with the sword
And so God gave us war.
The second day he made the people
And stood them side by side
But he forgot to give them food
And so so many died.
The third day saw the answer.
The party stood for all.
But if you didn't toe the line,
You were stood against the wall.
The fourth day the people wouldn't work.
The union was top.
The country then was on its knees.
The government was a flop.
The fifth day he saw his great mistake
Which put him in a fix
Some were black and some were white
And the people wouldn't mix.
The sixth day brought a demonstration
The blacks were full of woe.
They only wanted justice
But the white man, he said "no".
The seventh day God gave us science.
It was a cure for all
The scientists did flourish
But we began to fall.
Then they split the atom
And built a giant bomb.
God's work was now completed.
On the eighth day we were gone.
Pale topaz on the verdant grass,
The reddened orb gazed down upon the concrete,
Garnet-shaded from its task.
Then on scene was led a veritable monster,
White and glistening in the sun,
Straight, led unnecessarily, head aloft,
H e stopped, and waited,
The executioner took' up stance
To perform his un-envied duty.
He seemed a phantom-devil in the shade,
While the proud colossus shut its eyes
Knowing its fate
And awaiting the shot and the pain.
The blow fell, followed by a shriek
of uncontrolled agony.
It raised its eyes, then dropped them
Raised, fell, then died.
The body, immobile now,
Belched forth fluid, red, ever paler,
Leaving but the carcass for the crows.
M. V. LODGE
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven hairy,
legs thrashing wildly in the jar.
Spiders have eight legs, why not this one?
I pulled it off.
Hmm, something wrong with that spider.
Maybe it should be symmetrical
If I just pull gently ...
Yes, it's symmetrical now.
Yes, it's symmetrical, but too heavy at one
end. How do I balance it? I wonder if ...
Yes, that's it.
I'll put it back in the jar now ... Hey
Where is the little creep? There he goes,
across the floor. I'll soon catch ... What the?!
do you think you're doing treading on spiders?
You ... you sadist
throwin' stones along the bay,
touch the seaweed, see your hair,
remember what you used to say
of fears you forget all day
and at night don't seem to go away,
all night, I'll agree with you there.
floating rocks and scarlet clouds
slow-motion silence, purple sea
on the cream-cake cliff with surface ploughed
stands a scarecrow in a funeral shroud
that gazes dreaming out past me.
scorns the rocks that stand so proud
and the sea that talks so loud
you can almost hear it say out loud
all right then, you win I agree.
sunset bleeding, trawlers heave
on a purple film towards the night
in a crimson silence take their leave
you've never seen an ocean grieve
or blood-splashed scarecrow softly breathe
so I've got to admit it, you were right.
Although the last season has not been one of unqualified success for A RUN D E L there have been one or two notable performances. The senior soccer XI won the House Knockout comfortably and also won the League, dropping only three points. However, the team's performance in the seven-a-side was disappointing. Although fancied to win the competition the team played badly and was eliminated in the first round. The rugby sevens team, on the other hand put up a very creditable performance, losing in the semi-final to the eventual winners by the only try of the game. Once again the cross-country team ran well to finish second to a strong Sherwood team. Water-polo results were again disappointing but the promise of younger members of the team augurs well for the future. The House must make a greater all-round effort, especially in: swimming, if it is to achieve its former high standards.
The overall record of CHATSWORTH during the winter months has been a mediocre one. Nevertheless the seniors and middle school performed creditably in their football leagues and the middle school rugby team reached the final of the sevens knockout. We only had two real successes. The first came in the winning of the water polo league, something which had not been achieved since 1953. The second came from the first form which not only won the House award for the cross country championship but also provided the individual winner in Sykes. The House wishes to accord a warm welcome to Mr. Canning who has recently joined the House as a Tutor. Regretfully we must bid farewell to A. P. Fogell, J.M. Broome, T.C. Ramsden, and M.P.R. Linskill who have served the House so well in their various functions. We wish them every success.
Fair, excellent, and good are the three words which describe the performance of C L U M B E R, starting at the top and descending_ through the school. The Senior School has produced mixed results, for although they reached the final of the Rugby Sevens and were third in the cross country championship, success in soccer was mere 'pie in the sky'. Far better results emanated from the Middle School who won both the Soccer League and seven-a-side knockout competitions (special commendation must go to Moore, Seal and Hawkins who between them scored fifty goals in the two competitions.) They were also placed third in the Middle School cross country and Rugby Sevens championships. The junior teams played consistently well, but unfortunately ultimate success narrowly eluded them. The water polo results were generally disappointing, and a first round removal in the knockout competition added to the House's demise in the league. Congratulations and best wishes for the future go to those of the House who have obtained university places and left, and particular thanks are extended to C.J. Stones for his work as House Secretary.
There has been an improvement this term in H A D DON' S sporting achievements.
A. F. Thomson was the outright winner of the Middle School Cross Country Championship.
R.N. Goodenough led his water-polo team to a few good victories. Team games
were less successful however. All football and cross country teams lacked the
necessary skill and drive to achieve higher things. It was the individuals who
shone, not the team as a whole. We would like to welcome Mr. W. Davies whose
keen interest in swimming is already paying dividends. The effort he has put
into the House should stand us in good stead for the future.
The last term has not been one of great success for LYNWOOD. In the Senior School, the league football team played well before Christmas, but slipped badly afterwards, and in the knockout lost to Wentworth after holding a commanding lead, also losing to Wentworth in the sevens, after beating the strongest team. In the rugby sevens, the house was knocked out in the first round. Lynwood's cross country dominance of recent years was broken, although the Middle School team only lost narrowly, without three of its best runners.
Although SHERWOOD did not start the year with many successes it finished with a late run of triumphs. The fairest comment on soccer, especially in the Middle School, is that nothing was achieved, although the Senior Seven-a-side final was reached, where Wentworth were the victors. Rugby was much more successful; the Middle School team won their nine-a-side competition, although a strong senior team was beaten in the semi-final. At water-polo, the House started well, but failed to win the league due to two inept displays against Chatsworth, the winners, and Welbeck. However, the knockout was won for the third year running, and we won, yet again, the Swimming Sports, having the senior champion in Kinns and the junior champion in Buddery. The real triumphs were at cross country, where the House won both the Senior and Middle School championships. Finally, at the end of last term the House Captain, I.C.A.F. Robinson, left. We wish him every success in future at Worcester College, Oxford. We hope his successor, G.C. Scott, experiences great success in his short term of office.
The past two terms for W E L B E C K have been sound and quite satisfactory in most sports. Although failing in the seven-a-side competition the senior football team was second only to Arundel in both league and knockout. In the middle school league the team tried hard but with little success, and were unlucky not to progress further than the first round of their seven-a-side competition. In the second form seven-a-side knockout the House team took Wentworth to extra time in the final before eventually losing.
In the senior rugby sevens Welbeck achieved a complete and well-deserved success, and in the middle school nine-a-side rugby competition the first round tie was lost but the team went on to achieve some consolation by winning the losers' competition. The House was second in the water-polo league, losing only to the winners, Chatsworth, but knockout hopes lasted only as long as the semi-final. The only poor results were in cross country, in which the senior and middle school teams were placed eighth and sixth respectively, the first form team seventh, but the second form team won a conspicuous first place.
This term we congratulate Elliott on becoming captain of the House. He succeeds a very efficient and enthusiastic captain, J.C. Smith, who takes the best wishes of Welbeck with him to The Queen's College, Oxford.
The House is happy to be able to report a fairly successful season. Much of the success stems from the seniors, who won the seven-a-side football knockout and were placed well in the league. The senior cross-country team, although not placed highly, did well. The success of the seniors was matched by the junior school, who won the House football shield and the cross-country. We must all hope that these successes are kept up in future years.
The prospects of maintaining the high standards of recent years seemed somewhat remote at the start of the season, but I am pleased to report on a season of exceptional success. Exceptional in view of the reputation of our predecessors and of the inexperience of most of the team. Since only Wood and Clarke remained from last year's team, the first matches were largely experimental. However a regular pool of about fourteen players soon emerged, ten of whom will be returning to school next year. The prospects are therefore bright when one considers that of the twenty-five inter-school matches played this season, only five were lost.
I spent most of the winter term watching from the touchline, with Wood playing well as captain. The team improved steadily throughout the term, and by Christmas there seemed little room for my return.
Though much of the success lies in the fact that there were admirable reserves, such as Slack, Nicolson, Mower and Peace to provide competition for places, several players established themselves in positions. Davies in particular proved one of the most talented goalkeepers in local schoolboy football. In defence, Repen was a very mobile and hard tackling full back, while Capper, the other full back became noted for his attacking flair. In the middle of the defence an effective partnership was struck between Clarke and Gillam. Clarke's nickname, 'Nobbie' was very appropriate for his strong tackling, while Gillam grew in confidence as sweeper behind Clarke.
The onus throughout the season was on teamwork, and, as a result, tackling back was an important feature of play. Hyatt provided much of this tackling and heading, and, though supposedly a midfield player, he seemed to play in most positions at once. Thorpe was the other `perpetual motion' member of the team, who together with the powerful front runner, Turner, formed a dangerous spearhead, especially when the ball was played on the ground. The other two leading goalscorers were Wood and Lee, the former being a talented ballplayer with a strong shot, and the latter an agile winger who is particularly dangerous on the top wing (at Whitely Woods).
Thus the team's lack of experience and height has been overcome by teamwork and good football. The reward and climax of the season came in the Yorkshire Schools Seven-a-side Competition, when we beat six schools to reach the final, in which unfortunately we were defeated by the odd point by Maltby G.S.
I should like to thank the faithful band of parents who gave us their support throughout the season. Mr. Hemming and Mr. Jinks deserve especial praise for the time and energy they have given in training the side, and refereeing matches. Finally I should like to wish what will be largely the same team the best of luck for next season. C.R.M.
C.R. Milner, with typical modesty, has made no reference to the captain's part in the season's record. He has been a very good captain indeed. His experience, ability to read the game, and his unfailing calm have been considerable factors in the success of the second term and it was a pleasure to see him returning to form after missing a whole term through illness.
G. E. Wood was acting captain for the first term and, as a comparatively young and inexperienced player, he had to take on a difficult and worrying task with a team of few experienced players. He deserves great credit for his efforts and enthusiasm and it is pleasing to report that by the time Milner took over, the team was well established.
Next year the team should continue to develop and perhaps we can begin to think of a playing tour on the Continent at Easter.
Results: Played 25, won 14, lost 5, drawn 6. Goals for 68, goals against 39.
The tactics, entertainment and success of this season's soccer were due to a lively team spirit, a high standard of skill, reserve power, and the encouragement, example and drive in varying degrees of the captains. The team was fortunate in having the services of three captains of the calibre of "Yan" Broome, Andy Fogell, and Pat Woodhouse, the former pair leaving school during the course of the season.
A good start to the fixtures was maintained till after Christmas when injuries, elevations to the 1st XI, and the departure of Broome rendered the team unsettled. But after two local defeats the team settled down to become invincible again. On merit several players have reserved their places in the 1st XI next season, but they can expect keen competition as playing strength will probably exceed the number of positions in senior soccer once again.
The 4 - 2 - 4 formation was adopted and adapted to suit the needs of particular games to great effect. The fluidity it allows enabled nearly all players to score.
Results: played 26, won 19, lost 2, drawn 5; goals for 119 goals against 38.
The success of last year's strong team had burned itself out before the start of the new season. Even our reliable sweeper brushed us aside to assume the captaincy of another school team.
This season there were significantly more school and club sides (and other K.E.S. teams) who avoided a trial of strength, but we did average four goals in the games played. The most skilful football was played in two
consecutive games, beating Chesterfield 5-1 (after an earlier cliffhanger draw at 5-5) and the fighting back to draw 2-2 with Rowlinson 2nd XI. For the rest we achieved the double over Manchester, netted 7 at Huddersfield N.C. (though failed to beat Huddersfield Amateurs) and lost (again) at High Storrs.
Before Christmas the team was captained by the academic mountain, P.R. Haywood. I.C. Smith led the team for the later games and scored 13 goals, most of which necessitated sufficient exercise to prevent further middle-age spread. The remainder of the team did not drive to matches, but included P. Wright who kept goal for all 12 matches. Digby, Barlow and Ellins (and Milner too, when another team permitted) were strong in midfield and thought intelligently about the game, sometimes expressing their thoughts for all to appreciate. The left-wing pair of Hemmingfield and Kippax (4 goals against Huddersfield) often confused the opposition with the adept use of four left feet. Of the younger boys, Burrows and Thomas showed most promise and were skilful on occasions but will improve with greater consistency and aggressiveness. The ferociously diminutive Maynard, while consistently able to beat one man three times, tended to become less consistent at the fourth try.
We were pleased to see eight of last year's 3rd XI play for the 1st this year. It is to be hoped the present team enjoys the same successful future. M.J.H.
.Results: played 12; won 7; lost 2; goals for 49; goals against 28.
This has been a very successful season for a team which has by and large fulfilled the promise shown at the beginning of the year. Perhaps the most satisfying performance was that which saw the old enemy Manchester G.S. defeated by 7 goals to 1 away from home. The 6-0 win against Chesterfield also deserves a mention. The disappointing moment of the year was the comparative failure in the Yorkshire Sevens when a very strong Abbeydale team won by the odd corner.
Jepson has proved a very reliable, hard-working captain; Seal an equally effective goalscorer and oral contributor. The attack has been completed by a much improved Wilkinson, Dabbs who has scored some particularly impressive (and always casual) goals, and Dodd whose 'thirst' for the net has brought him reward in almost every game he has played. Hadley and Bowler have played well in midfield though not eventually receiving their promised beverage; and Blair, Kay and for the most part, Bonsall, have completed a very capable defence ably supervised by the goalkeeper, Waistnidge. Thanks must also go to the substitutes, touchline coaches and cheerleaders etc., who have contributed to what has been an enjoyable year.
Results: played 27; won 20; lost 5; drawn 2; goals for 78; goals against 42.
An erratic Spring Term performance marred the overall results of this year's team. At Christmas, with more than half the fixtures completed, the side had lost only twice, had seven times scored five or more goals and while giving their best performance of the season, ended the 62 match unbeaten record of Dinnington H.S.
Five matches were lost after Christmas, half the number played. The reasons soon became clear. With few exceptions, the team disliked physically 'hard' opponents and lacked sufficient determination when they faced a tough struggle, a feature most clearly seen in the abysmal 'surrender' at Abbeydale.
But on a brighter note, there were many matches before Christmas when the team played delightful soccer and individually. Stephen Smith, the captain, confirmed that he is rapidly maturing into a first class defender. David Smith led the goalscoring with 31, proving a matchwinner in his day. The team also owed much to the industry and flair of Graham Codd and Tim Straker in midfield, and Mark Gilbert in defence.
D.A.A., R.V., M.F.A.E., J.M.
Results: played 24; won 16; lost 7; drawn 1; goals for 99; goals against 66.
The Under 13 XI has enjoyed a most successful, record-breaking season, having won 13 and drawn 2 of the 20 games played. We scored in every game and established a record of 111 goals while we conceded 61. Our leading goalscorers, Turner with 35 and Slack with 34, set up a new record for the highest individual score.
After a rather uncertain start to the season the team, in which most of the players found a regular place, settled down to record 1 set of 3 and 2 sets of successive victories interrupted by 2 single defeats. We gained 3 double victories over Thornbridge, Myers Grove and Mansfield but we lost both our games against Huddersfield N.C. Our most decisive victory was 11-0 against Myers Grove, compared with our heaviest defeat of 2-8 against Maltby G.S. Scriven was a thrustful captain, quietly but most ably supported by Roebuck, the vice-captain, who together with O'Brien and Exley formed a most effective line of half-backs, the mainstay of the team.
J.E.T., J.B.L., C.O.
The final tally, ten victories and a credit of points, appears very satisfactory, especially for a young team; but it conceals a frustrating season when early promise and high hopes were not quite realised; not so much through injuries, however harassing, as because we failed to rise to the occasion and play our best in difficult matches. Ruthlessness by the forwards in gaining possession, penetration and backing up by three-quarters to maintain an attack, and deadly in defence: these turn a competent team into a very
good one, and we look for just these qualities next year, when eleven of the side return. Meanwhile, Scott is to be congratulated on leading a team that played a fair and enjoyable game.
Our Sevens play at Loughborough and Chesterfield improved. We had an encouraging game against Heath G.S. the winners of several of this year's honours. The return of six of our squad augurs well.
By increasing the list of 2nd XV and U16 fixtures, we shall be able next season to cater for the growing number of those who deserve a game for the school. G.W.T.
Thanks are due to Mr. Taylor, who gave up so much of his own time for the team's sake. My best wishes go to him, and to the team for next year.
Results: played 23; won 10; lost 10; drawn 3; points for 230; points against 210.
2nd XV: won 1; U16 XV: lost 1
The amount of silverware (two cups) brought home by this season's team exceeded that of last year's team, although generally, less success was enjoyed.
Certain members of the side preferred to play by the 'Queensbury Rules' and as a result of this, and the team pugilist, many opponents were left strewn about the pitch clutching various parts of their anatomies. However, no one was ordered back down the tunnel; much to the disappointment of the occasionally cheering master(s) of the windswept northern touchline.
Performance in the early part of the season was reflected in the results but the post Christmas improvement was not, because of the increasing severity of the fixtures. Improvement did come with the nines competitions. The "Tigers' tournament was won outright at the end of the season, a fact which meant retaining the 'Coombes-Allott' trophy, and the team reached the semi-final in the district nines competition.
Although the weather and cancellations conspired to spoil the second half of the season the team produced some very promising rugby. Manchester Grammar School and Mount St. Mary's alone defeated us. On both occasions we were unfortunate in having to field weakened teams. There was a good team spirit throughout the season, all members giving of their best.
It is not possible here to do justice to everyone. The real strength of the team lay in the understanding existing between the half-backs. Jones threw a good long pass; Barrott was outstanding at outside-half and an excellent captain. All three quarters excelled, Kenning kicking consistently well; Deakin was a safe anchor at full-back, and his speed in changing defence into attack was often decisive. The forwards had a hard task for their opponents often proved heavier. Hallam's hooking, sound leadership of the pack by Foley and a concerted effort usually counteracted this factor.
The season was brought to a fitting close by the winning of the Derwent Trophy without conceding a point.
Results: Played 12, Won 9, Lost 2, Drawn 1.
The season began ominously. The team lost its first four games and even the bravest spirits began to flag. Three of these defeats however, were by narrow margins and there were obvious signs that potentially this was a very capable side. They went on to demonstrate this in no uncertain manner by sustaining only one defeat between mid-October and the end of the season.
Although this improvement came after a series of positional changes designed to strengthen the back division, it stemmed mainly from an ability to do the simple things with reasonable efficiency. Positional play and tackling improved rapidly and by the end of the season large opposition threequarters were biting the dust regularly. Unfortunately the handling was not always fluent and one would have liked a few more tries from the backs. At half-back Litherland and Turner had a good understanding; Ford and Harrison at centre ran and tackled well, but throughout the back division too many passes were either poorly made or knocked on. Also worthy of mention are the sound full back play of Greatorex and the reliable goal kicking of Ford.
The pack must be singled out for praise, if only for the fact that 69 points - over half the total - came from forwards. Their scrummage and line-out work was consistently good; their loose play, while ragged at times, had the virtues of weight and fervour. Jaques was outstanding both as a hooker, and as a pack leader who was prepared to barge through the entire opposition if necessary. He was ably supported by the second row of Harlow and Gravestock, who used their height well at the line-out, and by the rest of the pack, who despite a lack of inches, backed up enthusiastically.
Although no trophies were won, we were able to enter two teams for both the Hill and the Luther Milner nine-a-side competitions, and reached the semi-final of the latter. Our eight victories included a fine double against Mount St. Mary's, while our most successful try scorers were Jaques, who three times scored 'hat tricks' and Ford, who managed the feat once.The captain for most of the season was Turner. He led the side well, and the improvement in his own play at outside half was instrumental in the resurgence of the team's fortunes.
RECORD Played 14; Won 8; Drawn 1; Lost 5; Pts for 123; against 111.
Although all six matches were lost in last winter's more ambitious programme, progressively smaller margins of defeat reflected gradual improvement in teamwork and aggressiveness. Barratt and Wolman showed the greatest all-round talent at half-back in the early stages, but Phillips, partly by virtue of being captain, made himself into the outstanding player at wing-forward. Thirty-one boys played in at least one game and only Phillips, Evison, A.N. Porter and Slack in all six. Others who showed considerable promise in later matches and helped to overcome earlier tackling weaknesses were Crooks, Ibbotson, P. Jones, Parnell, Pursglove, and Woo.
This year's badminton team has had a season of mixed success. Although more matches were lost than won, the losses could often be attributed to a weakened side. Nevertheless, some matches were lost which we should, and could, have won.
Backbone of the side were Turner and Scott, whose tenacity and ability to play together made up for whatever they lacked in the finer points of the game. The team was constantly inspired by the captain's fortuitous shots and enthusiastic support. Both he and his partner Milner were noted for their ability to demoralise opponents by vociferous and often just, self-criticism during games.
The school singles knock-out was won by Woodhouse, who beat Turner in a fast moving final. Thanks are due to Scott, an able secretary, and to Mr. Wilcock for his organisational skill and long-suffering support.
Results: played 8; won 2; lost 6; drawn 0; for 34; against 38
Although this year's team at first appeared far weaker than that of last year, 1967-68 season turned out to be more successful than the previous one.
At the beginning of the season there were several vacant places in the team. These were ably filled by Brookes, Roberts and Wragg. There was also some enthusiastic running throughout the season from Crookes and Exley.
The reason for the team's success was the fact that all members ran well together, and the good packing was rewarded in the Sheffield Schools Championship, when we took the 5th, 7th, 9th and 10th positions, and placed 2nd out of 7 team entries. As a result of their performance, 4 of the team, Atkin, Pringle, Henty and Scriven were selected to run for Sheffield in an inter-city race (the first time we have had 4 representatives for the city for a long while); also Atkin and Henty ran for Sheffield in the Yorkshire Championships.
The season could possibly have been even more successful had it not been for the Foot and Mouth Outbreak which forced us to change our home course. Not being accustomed to the new course, we naturally lost the advantage of running at home. The outbreak also prevented the Northern Schools Championship at Disley from being held this season, but before we could all breathe a large sigh of relief, we were told that two Championships would be held next year instead!
The U15s were far more successful this year due largely to the enthusiasm which existed in the team. They were greatly strengthened by Thomson who ran exceptionally well all season, and was placed 5th out of a large field in the Sheffield Championships. He was rewarded by twice being selected to run for Sheffield, and gained 5th place in the Yorkshire Championship being the first Sheffield runner to finish.
The U13s were unfortunately weakened by the departure of some runners to other school teams, but despite this they were moderately successful. Reynolds, Rippon, Sykes and Timmons ran a particularly well and show promise for next season.
We are all extremely grateful to Mr. Allen, Mr. Chapman and Mr. Paice, who devoted a great deal of their time in training, helping and encouraging the teams and I hope the results justly rewarded their efforts.
I would also like to thank Pringle for the efficient way in which he performed his duty as secretary, and all members of the teams for their support and enthusiasm which has made my year as captain a most enjoyable one.
Results: Seniors played 23; won 16; lost 7 U15 played 15; won 9; lost 6 U13 played 19; won 7; lost 12
Results aside, this has not been a bad season. Our early winning streak, lasted well into the second half of the first match against Ecclesfield, but then it was halted by three goals in ten minutes.
The usual story was true; lack of goals, no matter how talented the team, always results in defeat. We have lacked a striker all season, and so the resulting failure to score, even against obviously inferior opposition, led, never by despondency, to defeat. Team spirit was good, but by the middle of the season we were playing for enjoyment, not to win, and despite outclassing several of our opponents, we only beat two of them and drew with one.
There is evidence of future strength in the hockey team, and many of the present players will be in the team next season. The loss of several players at Christmas resulted in two 4th formers, Mallaband and Mellowes, each playing several times for the 1st XI. In attack, Cook and Fair established themselves as fast and skilful wingers, with Wyatt an intelligent and enthusiastic centre-forward. Hill, one of our strongest forwards, left at Christmas. Ellins' consistent ability and enthusiasm to score goals could have provided the sadly lacking striker, but he was lost to soccer for much of the season. White played well in goal, never daunted by the pressure he was often under, while Rollinson and Wilkinson were persistent in defence. Howard and Searby proved fearless and able wing-halves, although Searby was prevented from realising his full potential by an unfortunate illness. With a measure of determination, next year's team can look forward to being one of the most successful K.E.S. has produced.
The popularity and success of School Hockey has resulted in several matches being arranged for an Under 15 team, and on one occasion for an Under 14 XI. They played very well for inexperienced match players and this situation augurs well for the future. All players in these teams are to be congratulated for their enthusiasm.
The spirit of the 1st XI is greatly due to the devotion of their captain C.R. Freeston. He has been a reliable player in the School team for a long time and his year as captain has not been one of glowing success. Nevertheless, I would like to thank him for his efficiency in arranging practices and his determined spirit on the field; he has been a great encouragement to all who have to do with the game. We wish him well for the future.
An all-conquering season was enjoyed by the staff team. Not only did all rival staff sides fall victim, but also a select Algerian International Xl the School 1st XI, and Prefects and a Ladies' Hockey Club (at hockey!) all succumbed to the evergreen Liverpudlian's hugely talented combinations.
To add to last season's formidable playing strength came six newcomers of varying skills and temperaments. The most noticeable was the Shipley fish-cake fanatic, who, despite recurring bouts of St. Vitus' Dance, often proved a matchwinner. But the others made valued contributions: viz. the industrious, though myopic, economist; the Corsican defensive strongman; the great little man and the rugby player regarded by one referee as our best player.
It was also a season of nostalgic farewells as several veterans relapsed into semi or permanent retirement. The increasingly rotund captain adopted a virtually non-playing role, and the demise of the famed Golden Boot was complete after he was assisted from the field in the second minute of his `come back' match, while the legendary Man of Kent made but few appearances to delight the terraces.
But the veteran stalwarts must not be overlooked. At the heart of the defence, the vociferous ex-professional often talked as much as played the opposition into defeat, while at left back, the treasurer by common consent played the finest football of his career when concussed at High Storrs. In mid-field, the young Lancastrian prompted well, despite his many personal and physical afflictions. The vice-captain, the Middlesbrough prodigy, in this his farewell season, again led the goalscorers. with 17. Finally, mention must be made of the player who set a fine example of wholehearted endeavour once again; the right-footed left winger, Mr. Big. Tribute and thanks are also due to the German assistant, who humbled us with his immense talent in his several appearances.
In Vino Veritas.