VOL. XII MARCH, 1947 No. 2



School Notes

It is hardly necessary to say that the usual outdoor activities proper to this term have suffered almost complete black-out-if a season of such unrelenting whiteness can be so described. The Football League closed early, and very little athletic training has been possible. It is hoped, however, to hold the Athletic Sports on April 26th, the second Saturday of next term.

On Sunday, April 27th, the Annual Commemoration Service will be held at 11.15 a.m., when the preacher will be the Ven. R. W. Stannard, M.A., Archdeacon of Doncaster. Old Edwardians and friends of the School will be very welcome on that occasion.

We are glad to welcome Mr. W. D. Hargreaves, M.Sc. London, who has now taken up the position of Senior Science Master in succession to Mr. Nicholls.

Congratulations to P. Lamb, J. F. Lewis, and P. Lewis, on being appointed Prefects; also to the following on their University awards:

E. J. Lemmon, Demyship in Classics at Magdalen College, Oxford;
P. Lamb, Robert Styring Scholarship for Science at Trinity College, Cambridge;
E. D. Peacock, Exhibition for Classics at Pembroke College, Cambridge.

Christmas Concert, 1946


1. ARIA ...
" Che faro”
C. W. von Gluck (1714-1787).
2. BALLET MUSIC FROM Orpheus (Act II) Gluck
" ORPHEUS " (Act II)
A Blessed Spirit


Chas. Woodhouse.
(a) Gipsy Chorus from “Preciosa”
C. M. von Weber (1786-1826)
(b) Huntsmen's Chorus from " Die Freischutz "
C. M. von Weber (1786-1826)
“Clair de lune”
Debussy (1862-1916)
(or the Wedding Breakfast)
A Comic Opera in One Act.
  Words by A. P. HERBERT.
  George Surbiton P. W. CROSS.
  Winnie (his wife) N. U. ROTHNIE.
  Jane (their daughter) G. L. GOODMAN.
  The Rev. Frederick Tate P. D. ROBINSON.
  Two Maids A. A. S. AXON.
  Scene: The Dining Room of the Surbitons.
5. CAROL " Good King Wenceslas ''


VARIETY was, as ever, the key-note of the Christmas Concert. The earnest purpose of the first part of the programme gave way—during and after the interval-to a more convivial atmosphere, and the evening ended with clowning and carols.

It should not, however, be thought that there was anything less than entertaining about the extracts from Gluck's Orpheus which filled the first part of the bill. The ballet music, including the well-known flute solo (admirably played by Armytage), has a certain statuesque formality typical of dramatic music of the period, but the scene between Orpheus and the Furies is vivid and exciting. The successive interjections of the chorus were dramatically sung, valiant support to all concerned was given by Flowers, and the group of short arias in which Orpheus gradually overcomes opposition to his pleading sounded well in Robinson's rich voice. (It was interesting. for historical reasons, to hear Orpheus sung neither by a baritone nor by a female singer, as is usually the case). The later scene in the Elysian Fields introduced also a pleasant solo from Swift, and a recitation from Crisp, who nearly convinced us that he was speaking poetry, instead of an example of that lowest form of versifying, the translated opera-text.

Later, there were two more examples of this form of literature, in the shape of two hearty choruses from Weber's operas, but the words—if audible—were an unimportant factor in the making of a generally cheerful noise.

The orchestra's item was played with spirit and musical feeling, though a complete dearth of 'cellists has temporarily upset the balance of the ensemble. Baker's tender playing of Debussy provided a welcome moment of repose before the final high jinks, which took the form of a performance of Plain Jane, by A. P. Herbert and Richard Austin. Though the score of this little work has not the sparkle of A. P. H.’s Policeman's Serenade, it is a joyful frolic, and the unselfconscious abandon with which Cross, Rothnie, Goodman and Robinson threw themselves into their parts entirely charmed the audience. Mothers, and others used to household duties, were enviously impressed by the dexterity with which Axon and Cunnington discharged their domestic tasks.

This was the last concert presented under the direction of Mr. Baylis, who has now left the School, at any rate temporarily, for another post. It is only fitting to close this notice with a necessarily brief tribute to the devotion and skill with which Mr. Baylis has served the School for so long. Memory will recall with pleasure many past occasions when the fruits of his labours have been displayed to good effect; but his last concert here was a worthy addition to their number.

J. H. A.


Belated Farewell to the Western Desert

Long horizon, flaxen ocean,
Sky the utter purity of paradise.
Where quality of blue defies the eye
To register as some familiar note,
Thus pitched at gamut's high extremity
That strident sweetness oscillates
Beyond the realm of notes in wanton sound-
Or colour's realm in wilderness of light
I cannot pass without some utterance,
Some backward paces and formality
Becoming to such a presence, such a power.
Where ceremony daily holds his court
With like extravagance and brilliant show
Where that insatiable tiger claws, engulfed
In self's ferocity, and mounts the heavens
With ease and slow inexorable pace,
Insisting that his gilded teeth draw blood
To celebrate retiring and approach
Where silence sings with granulated notes.
That smooth and sunburnt shoulder of the world
Is more than heel can turn upon and spurn it thus.

I cannot call that dumb which gave me voice.
Or squeezed or flayed me into utterance.
And now, aloof from what I have to say,
Compels me make report, its work sublet.
Perhaps itself by some Ulterior Power
Compelled to be more animate as vehicle
Than wilderness alone would buckle to,
In full awareness of that churlish silence,
And that I lorded it, and gave that dust
A meaning which it had not of itself.
I will not pass without acknowledging
some meaning which is owed that desert land
Though towards itself a careless kick,
Constraining a coherent courtesy
For that Ubiquitous Design which may be
So apparelled---even with tawny dust.

For there a draughtsman saw simplicity,
And, looking over those unfurnished decks
Perceived the fundamentals of his world
Directly lighted, one receding plane,
The stage for all his handiwork, where form
Was thus, or thus, as shadow made it so.
And there no lavish painter's eye could pine
For that delirious source, enamelled sheets,
Absorbent doe-skin, atmospheric dance
That swamped the screwed and narrowed gaze.
From towns besmirched, the once revolted touch
Could feel relief and scoop the clean and arid dust . . .

Desert, there's a parting lenience
Not taught inside your unrelenting school.
And elephantine memory will give you
Measure back in smarting unavoidable.
Yet whilst in mind your own unappetised,
Carnivorous, incinerating hulk.
That pother dust and wind and heat unslaked,
That grilling acreage, that barren dun,
Is more than poverty, but rather pruned
Abundance, limited in kind,
But measure squandered in extravagance
And therefore heat and sand precipitate
To that ascetic lust which does not crave
So much for morsels actually denied,
But, rather than diffuse affection, gloats
In narrowed and fanatical desire,
That welter space and glitter, heat,
Has such preponderance that flesh and blood
Inclines to solace and assuage itself
With scraps which once were natural appetite
But there just serve to whet the insatiable.
A cruel and ingrown voracity
Infected by the goad of spacious heat,
Thus endless sun and endless sand beget
A rhythm, bore inside the bone a lust
For cursed sand, a lust for nettling sun.
A lust for endless journeying to long
Horizon, long horizon, long horizon.
Habitual, monotonous the spiritual thirst.
Circuitous and endless wandering
Ingrained, exquisite night the perfect drug
Veneered as liking for those elements.
What senseless purpose troubled me
To break that rhythm, spoil its peace.
Its habit, to interrupt the drilling of the sun
With complication which like hot ache stung
Benumbed and indolent rigidity!

How sweet was this return to life.
which, though that desert tugged my feet,
Assailed me with surprise and fresh delight.
Yet, relished as was each discovery,
And fraught with wonder, man reborn.
Should mountains' heavy tentage rouged with glare.
Or breakers hearing gleaming sun to shore
Take precedence as pattern on my eyes.
Your branding, desert, is indelible.
Your oriflammes as brilliantly unfurled
As counter match for green and glossy world.

Algeria, 1943.  C. HELLIWELL.


Pen drawing by C. Helliwell

Killing Ground

(This article was among the last sent home by the late Lieut. W. R. Hooper, who died gallantly on active service in Holland. We are indebted to his father for the privilege of publishing this fine example of the work of a promising O. E. writer and journalist).

TO the north and south the ground was high, green fields criss-crossed by tall black hedges and a dense patch-work of dark wood. The valley itself was green, smiling, well-wooded, abounding in well-found farmsteads and small villages whose squat church spires shimmered in the morning sun. The valley seemed empty of life, except for a few cattle grazing in the fields. The village streets were innocent of living things, and the white stretches of open road were bare of traffic. Yet on closer inspection it was possible to sense, rather than to see, the presence of hidden things, of eyes watching from the ridges of hills to north and south, of movement somewhere in the dense hedge-rows and sunken tree-roofed lanes. There were watchers on those hills, and they were tense with an anticipation which overcame their weariness as they waited in the hot sun for something to happen which had never happened quite like this in their experience of war. They were waiting to assist at the death of an army which had already been badly mauled, and was struggling now, with an energy born of despair, to escape total destruction. The watchers on the hills knew that this army, the German Seventh Army, must pass this way, along this green and wooded defile. They knew, with a compulsion that made it seem like history before it became a fact, that the German Seventh would die in this valley. The valley was the army killing ground.

Scientifically, the game of war which had begun three months before, was being played out to its logical conclusion. Innumerable moves had forced the German Seventh out of position after position until at last there was no choice left for the German commanders but to run the gauntlet of this narrow outlet to the east, the one escape road deliberately left them.

And now, behind the watchers on the hills the guns were in position, field guns, mediums, heavies, and tracked S.P.'s. Every machine-gunner knew his arc of fire, which interlocked with others to make death a mathematical probability to any living thing which crossed its path. Mortars were waiting with their muzzle covers off, in small camouflaged pits, ready to cough their deadly bombs at registered targets hidden from direct fire. The tanks were there, though you would have had difficulty in recognising them through their thick camouflage of branches, unless you picked out the long snout of a 17-pounder, or the shorter 75-millimetre gun protruding from a bush or hedge-row. It was the road east on which the watchers concentrated most of their attention: the road which, now unnaturally empty, was already sparsely dotted with burnt-out vehicles blasted from the air the day before. A thin strip of white dust, it surmounted a low crest in front, dropped down to and disappeared in a small village, and wound its way along the valley, sometimes obscured by trees but always traceable.

Another hour passed heavily before the tension was broken by the first seen movement, and, as great and long-awaited events often seem at their beginning, this was an anti-climax. It came in the shape of a white motor ambulance, clearly marked with blood-red crosses, which felt its way over the crest 3,000 yards away, disappeared for a minute in the village, and then went along the eastward road, its course picked out by the progress of a small trail of dust. It passed unscathed, despite the Germans' notorious use of the red cross for purposes other than the saving of life. A few seconds later two horses drawing a gun-limber came galloping down the white riband. An artillery observer spoke into his microphone, " Roger three, right one degree, down one hundred, one round gunfire, over." Four bangs behind, the light clear whistle of 25-pounder shells, four puffs of smoke and flying fragments which obscured the galloping horses for a second. A Vickers machine-gunner firing on a fixed line at the road, opened up, sending his stream of tracer bullets in a high-flung arc to splatter the road with tiny spurts of dust. One of the horses faltered and plunged, the limber swung left and upturned in a ditch where one horse lay still, the other struggling in the traces.

But now more targets were engaging the gunners’ attention. A medium concentration crashed down on a village near which movement of men and vehicles had been seen. A white pall of dust hung over it, and heavy crunches could be heard as the 100 pound shells flung their sharp splinters through the throbbing air. A German self-propelled gun opened up from a wood and knocked out a machine-gun before it was silenced. An intermittent stream of vehicles was now running the gauntlet of fire. There was every kind of wheeled thing, heavy diesel trucks, occasional armoured cars, civilian cars cornmandeered to meet the army's crying need of transport. But most of the transport was horse-drawn, small narrow carts, some with rounded superstructures, stuffed with hay and branches to conceal their contents. The German Army which had poured into the west four years before, the most mechanised, the best equipped, the proudest army in the world, was creeping east-wards as an army of fifty years ago might have done, dependent on the slowest and oldest form of transport. The horses, whose sleek sides bespoke an army still disciplined and capable of fighting back hard, galloped gallantly into the fire. The road was never free from their dust trails, and the black dots and broken vehicles lining the roadside grew steadily in number.

On the open stretches it was still possible to by-pass points where the road was blocked. But in the villages it seemed that the army in its death throes was choking the single life-line which offered it faint hope of survival. Cover from view was no obstacle to the medium gunners who had registered here with mathematical accuracy. The watches above knew that here there must be concentrations of transport waiting their turn to gamble against shell and bullet on the open stretches.

And now the hedge-rows which had been so still at first light, swarmed with movement. Horses deserted by their drivers could be seen standing in the traces of limber or ammunition cart, docile even under this hail of death as they had been taught to be.

Still, along the road, now lined with burning wagons, came the procession of tiny carts, cars, and trucks. The German Seventh Army bad been ordered to evacuate its artillery, its crack S.S. and armoured formations, at all costs. Little of the armour remained, but there was artillery in plenty. Long-barrelled 88-millimetre anti-tank guns came lumbering along, with 210-millimetre howitzers, and 105 field pieces. Tanks and S.P. guns were abandoned by their crews without firing a shot where their petrol had run out, rendering them incapable of further action. A Panther tank, with its beautifully sloped flanks and turret well camouflaged, crept past slowly against a perfect background of wood which rendered it almost invisible. It crossed three hundred of the four hundred yards which would have given it cover behind a thick hedge before the tank commanders on the crest spotted it. Almost simultaneously three 17-pounder guns thundered, the blast lashing up the dust before them, enveloping turret and gun for a moment in a sheet of flame. The air was vibrant with the incredible hiss of high velocity shot, and the Panther became suddenly hidden in a cloud of dust which was lightened by a vivid orange flash. Mortally stricken, the great beast crawled out of sight into a fringe of trees from which a few seconds later a wisp of smoke, followed by a thickening column pillared upwards.

Smoke hung over the valley in the hot still air, smoke and the stench of death. In the villages, where the mediums and rocket planes had done their deadly work, the stench was indescribable. The road was wholly blocked with a tangle of dead men and horses, broken carts, smouldering trucks, useless gun barrels tilted idiotically skywards.

The villagers had gone and only a few chickens pecking at nameless things in the dust remained. Before anything could move on the road a path would have to be bull-dozed through this amazing debris of an army in which despair and panic had assumed control. It seemed as if such destruction could not be man-made, but must be due to an overwhelming force of nature, a flood perhaps, which had swept through the valley and had then subsided leaving this wreckage in its wake. An air of fatefulness and inevitability hung over the place. This victory, or disaster, seemed of a piece with all victories or disasters of all time. The shattered carts, the dead and dying horses, might have littered Napoleon's road from Moscow or Cambyses forgotten trail into the Western Desert. The wounded and prisoners were still being collected, but there was an apathy in the movements of both the killers and the killed, as if the satiety of destruction had numbed and glutted sense and emotion. Here, jammed between lorries and limbers, were the staff cars of high-ranking officers. One of them had led an attack with tanks and infantry under cover of a convoy of ambulances for which safe conduct had been specifically asked-and granted. His pennant still hung from the radiator of his car.

Down the narrow street could be seen places where tanks and lorries had driven through and over limbers and corpses in their effort to escape. The German army which had overrun Europe in search of living room, could scarcely at the last find room in which to die. The killing ground had fulfilled its task.

In the dusk a man stood at the fork of the road looking down its white and ghostly stretch given up to death. At the fork of the road a wooden ammunition wagon with a broken wheel tilted crazily into a ditch. One horse lay dead in the traces, the other was dying beside it. The driver's body sprawled beneath the cart, his steel helmet a yard away where it had rolled when the shell-splinter struck home. The gatherings of a roving army life, souvenirs of loot from France, Russia and Poland, spilled into the road from a splintered kit-box.

The man who stood watching shook himself into activity and walked towards the dying horse. He took out a pistol and shot it deliberately between the eyes. There was a gush of blood from the nostrils, a convulsive shudder of the legs. He paused until it was over, then walked heavily away. He scarcely paused to glance at a rickety sign-post against which the cart had come to rest.

In black letters, hastily stencilled on the rough board were the words " NACH OSTEN, A L'EST."

Scientific Society

AT the end of last term, after the Magazine had gone to the printers, Mr. Redston gave an illustrated lecture on “Soap Bubbles." This Christmas lecture was widely attended, and everybody derived great amusement from what was a most informative talk.

The society has held two meetings this term. At the first Professor Sucksmith lectured on " Magnetisation Curves." Professor Sucksmith described the various theories of magnetism, and explained the cause and measurement of hysteresis. He also demonstrated the use of the cathode ray oscillograph in tracing magnetisation curves.

A lecture by Mr. Towers unfortunately had to be cancelled at the last moment, as the attendance promised to be very poor as a result of the inclement weather. We hope that Mr. Towers will be able to talk to us on some more favourable occasion. The second lecture was by Dr. H. A. Fells who talked on ` The Action of Gases on Metals at High Temperatures." Dr. Fells drew our attention to the enormous damage caused in industry by the simple laboratory reactions of gases on metals. He described the modern methods of atmosphere control whereby scale formation and the danger of oxidation during heat treatment are eliminated. An interesting feature of this lecture was the variety of exhibits and slides, which included samples of gold, silver and copper which had undergone heat treatment without any oxidation whatsoever.          D.G.C.


PUNCTUALITY is directly related to speed—whether it be the speed of the business man, as he hurries in a 100 m.p.h. train, to be punctual at his business meeting, or the speed(?) of the schoolboy, as he hurries to school on the 10 m.p.h. tram(a). But the reason for which I write this imposition is neither. It is a matter of slow dressing.

As I am never, at my best, a quick dresser(b) I fall down hopelessly when it comes to dressing after swimming, for usually, we are never allowed more than three minutes to perform this somewhat difficult operation.

I have therefore contemplated a quicker method of dressing after swimming: and arrived at the following

1. 1 could clothe myself without drying(c).
2. I could dry myself without clothing(d).

Thus from the above it is clear that I cannot possibly arrive for the English lesson in time unless:

1. The English master is a little more civil, and allows the lateness of myself to pass unnoticed, or
2. 1 am allowed to leave the baths five minutes earlier.

(a) For Sheffield trains read " 2 " for " 10."

(b) For this reason I am often late for school in the mornings.

(c) This is a very unsatisfactory method, partly because it is somewhat unpleasant dressing with the body wet, and also because by the time I arrive home, my clothes are wet through with the surplus water which has soaked into them, and they thus need drying.

(d) This is also very unsatisfactory for obvious reasons.

I would continue this essay, but I find, much to my disappointment, that I have already eaten away the meagre fifty lines in which I have been allowed to express my ideas, so I thus terminate my imposition, and hope that a greater sympathy will be shown to the writer on future Friday mornings.



T WO of the mosaics illustrated on the following pages are copies, or adaptations, taken from small monochrome reproductions of the original mosaic by a Pompeian artist, the complete work depicting Alexander the Great defeating Darius, King of Persia, at the Battle of Issus, 333 B.C. The third is a grouping of panels of original design by boys; but whether they are copied or original, they involve some understanding of the craft, the copies being more exacting since they represent three dimensional forms rather than areas of pattern.

Worked out in strongly coloured paper, this means of picture-making has been particularly chosen as an antidote for dark wall space between windows, where more delicate work would be completely wasted-an explanation which ma v ameliorate some of the crudities of the illustrations devoid of colour and removed from their original setting.

None of these mosaics is the work of one individual, but the collective effort of many. Work on such a large scale would be quite a formidable task, physically, for one person to undertake, yet with many hands it has taken shape with speed; and whilst (for example) the head of Alexander is mature in conception and an attempt to reproduce the work of a master craftsman, it is hoped that all whose labour has contributed to that reproduction have learnt something and felt themselves indispensable to the complete work, as in the production of a play.

As a medium for communal picture-making mosaic offers many practical opportunities, and as a means of pictorial expression it ('an be powerful and realistic, exacting discipline and deliberation, clear thought, with no expression blurred or indefinite, an excellent training for the freer and more spontaneous medium of paint. It would not be presumed to hasten to press with these first experiments without a note stating that no more is claimed for them Yet at the same time the sympathy of the spectator is requested to give credence to the possibilities of future work in which time, and greater skill, and better materials (possibly coloured plastics) all had more share. Would it be too much to expect that any travel undertaken for a sight of the original mosaic of the Battle of Issus would be undertaken on account of its historical importance, whilst for artistic work we could turn about and find it at hand?











I. Original panels by boys (2 ft. by 4 ft. 6 in.)

2. Mosaic in coloured paper: collective work under supervision (4 ft. by 4 ft. 6 in.). Head of Alexander the Great, taken from mosaic by a Pompeian artist, the complete mosaic depicting Alexander defeating Darius, King of Persia, at the Battle of Issus, 333 B.C.

3. Mosaic in coloured paper (6 in. by 4 ft. 6 in.). Section showing the fleeing chariot team of Darius, broken by the impact of Alexander's cavalry.

4. Mosaics in coloured paper. The separate panels are original designs by boys (6 ft. by 4 ft. 6 in.).

Photographs by G. S. Finlayson

International Discussion Group

EVERY Monday evening this term some fifteen members of the Sixth and Transitus have met in the Library to discuss, or hear some expert speak about, various aspects of world affairs.

The term started with a couple of reports by J. E. SUSSAMS and J. CROWE on the C.E.W.C. LONDON CONFERENCE which they attended during the Christmas holidays. Many controversial points were raised, of which the most pregnant was that of U.N.O. The questions of Veto and Secret Voting were hotly discussed and the abundance of evidence brought up helped us all to put our ideas on a more solid basis.

The next two meetings were devoted to talks by speakers who had actually been in the countries of which they spoke.

C. B. DAWSON read a very illuminating paper on SWITZERLAND, which he visited last summer. Beginning by explaining that the country " flowed with milk and honey" only for the wealthy tourist, he told how the Swiss, like ourselves, often deprived themselves so as to please the foreigner, the most notable examples being milk and meat, both of which are scarce for the natives. But this is only a passing phase, so the speaker now talked in more general terms of the Swiss who, in spite of linguistic and religious differences, form a very united nation. Though stolid and somewhat priggish, they are probably the most cultured people in Europe and there are many excellent schools, in which great attention is paid to both mind and body. Furthermore, the state is, by a skillful system of conscription, able to have 500,000 men available at a cost of only £2,000,000 a year, thus making increased expenditure on education possible.

This emphasis on the arts of peace was also apparent when Mr. A. V. FLETCHER gave a second talk on SWEDEN, this time devoting himself largely to education and culture, both of which play a large part in Swedish life. Indeed there is now rather an over-abundance than a scarcity of intellectuals, and this together with a low birth-rate, is a major problem for labour officials: the result has been a considerable raising of standards . Naturally, the Swede has to pay for this either directly or indirectly and we were interested to learn that only on food does he spend more than he does on taxes, indeed the very rich may pay more than his annual income to the government.

Turning from these talks which show the better side of man, the last three meetings have been spent discussing the political problems of Spain, Australia and India.

Mrs. BLACK led the discussion on SPAIN, and we were all very impressed by the large number of facts she had at her disposal, as also by the fair way she presented them to us. Her resume of Spanish history during the past quarter of a century made it clear that the country needs a strong centralised government, and that it will not suffice simply to eject the Franco regime. Naturally many solutions were put forward and when we rose, nothing definite had been settled: however, our insight into this fascinating question had been considerably deepened.

When B. BUCKROYD spoke on AUSTRALIA, we were glad to see that, in spite of his scientific training, he realised the importance of a historical approach. And this proved invaluable when discussing questions of labour, immigration and the colour-bar, all of which have their roots in the middle of the last century. Labour has been strong in Australia since the 1860's and we realised that the Commonwealth was, socially, one of the most advanced countries of the age. But great problems loom ahead and all hoped that both capital and immigrants will come from desirable sources.

The most recent, and probably the most heated discussion was on INDIA, being admirably introduced by K. CREESE who was rarely at a loss to answer the many questions that arose. To most, it seemed clear that a speedy British withdrawal from this sub-continent was most desirable, and in spite of the constant efforts of P. B. Buckroyd and J. E. Sussams to point out the many dangers with which such a move would be fraught-they still maintained that national sovereignty was the best thing for India even if accompanied, at best by riots, anarchy and dictatorship or at worst by the domination of other countries having more men and money. The recent words of Lord Halifax were quoted by Mr. Cumming and, as every  alternative is dangerous, most agreed that evacuation is the least so.

The group has flourished this term and the more active participation of the younger members shows that it has strong foundations a vote will be taken at the end of the term as to whether or not we should meet during the summer, but even if not it is to be hoped that members will take every opportunity of increasing their knowledge of world affairs both through books and travel.


Oxford Letter

The Queen's College, Oxford.
March 3rd.

Dear Sir.

This term the weather has curtailed most outdoor activities and reduced inter-college sport to a minimum. The Seventh Club has met on two occasions, the first being in Mr. Dronfield`s rooms where the attendance was reasonable, and the second in Mr. Cordial's palatial apartment, there being barely enough members to form a quorum. The House rose early for informal business, Mr. Dronfield being censured for his inability to send out invitation cards-whether that was the real cause of such a depleted audience or the cold weather had taken toll of our spirits.

We would like to welcome Mr. Hudson, a most scrupulous soccer referee, on his return and Mr. Clements, whom we are glad to see fit and well after his late illness. In the near future we shall be seeing Mr. Eagers of Brasenese College on his release from the forces, to whom we wish the best of luck in his new vocation.

Of our regulars," Mr. Keighley is a prolific scorer for Queen's XI. Mr. Thompson is advised not to become too deeply imbued with religious reading and Mr. Cordial can be heard and not seen on any staircase. Messrs. Turner and Burgan are suspected of collusion in the recent Lincoln riots which ripened to full fruition outside Queen's gate-the result of unprecedented success in Torpids.

As to the future, we are looking forward to a sample of Mrs. Killer's cooking when she and her husband are settled in their new home.

I am, Sir,
Yours sincerely,

The Christian Union

THIS term has witnessed a certain opening out of our subjects from their usual rather devotional nature. Firstly, Dr. Lighten Yates from Sheffield University, outlined the conflict between Science and Religion" from its beginnings, stressing the recent development resulting from most modern scientific researches being non-Christian. At a business meeting on January 17th, B. G. J. Hoskins, who left the School just after Christmas, was replaced on the committee by B. Buckroyd. An introduction to the Revelation of St. John, by Rev. J. Trillo on January 31st was followed by a heated argument on the place of that controversial book in the Christian belief. The last two meetings were discussions on " Love, Justice and Nuremberg in which no definite conclusion was reached on the use, if any, of the Nuremberg trial, and on an article by C. S. Lewis, "Man or Rabbit " from which we ranged on to the great issue tackled by that writer in his " Problem of Pain."

As usual, no meetings will be held during the Summer Term, but we hope to resume activities after the summer holidays.


Music Society

THERE has been a distinctly "modern' trend this term. After the opening meeting when records of Berlin's Harold in Italy were played, E. J. Lemmon provided the first talk with a detailed analytical account of the Bliss Piano Concerto. So impressed was the audience that the records of this highly exciting work were played through at the next meeting a fortnight later.

On February 4th, B. A. Geeson attempted to shed light on the merits of the great MTh, Bartok, whilst on the following Tuesday, relief was provided by Mr. Moore's illustrated introduction to Sibelius's Violin Concerto. At the time of writing, the last talk given was Mr. Atkins fine exposition of the music of Delius, during the course of which Sea Drift, one of the composer's finest works, was played.

It is a pity that these meetings have been so thinly attended, for these talks are designed to meet the requirements of the average music lover.


Table Tennis

AS we had been so successful in our encounters with the Staff last term, we decided to try to secure two fixtures with Nether Edge. They were very willing and accordingly a team of six went there on Monday, February 10th. As Inter-House Table Tennis competitions are played there we expected a very hard tussle: another factor which we thought would tell against us was our lack of experience at Doubles play. However, our fears were groundless and we won handsomely by 8-0. The team consisted of Edwards, Wreghitt, Dickens, Dawson, Peacock and Tyler.

A return game was arranged for Friday, February 28th, only singles being played this time. It was reluctantly decided' to play the match in the Prefects' Room, partly owing to the Library being in use as a form room and partly because of unfavourable comments in certain circles about our lighting arrangements which invariably have resulted in the fusing of the Library lights. Lack of space prevented any audience, and we will try to make better arrangements next time so that any who may wish to watch, are able to.

This match resulted in another overwhelming victory for the School. We won by nine sets to one: the team being Dove, Wreghitt, Dickens, Edwards and Tyler. I consider that we have several promising players in the School and we should give a good account of ourselves in any future matches. There may, of course, be some who are hiding their light. Although it is quite impracticable to hold full scale trials to discover new talent, I shall be very pleased to test out anyone who considers himself good enough to be in the team.




THE Troop meets on Saturday afternoons, and is finding how much more can be done when one spends one's half-holidays in uniform. Particular memories of this term are of the Den, the snow and the tracking which it made possible, and the way in which one of the patrols tackled "Operation X." At least one of the brews of cocoa has not yet been forgotten either.

Copley and Davis have been invested, and welcomed as members of the Troop.

The camping season is coming on. Some older people have been looking forward to spending Easter by the side of Lake Windermere, and plans have been made for Whitsuntide and for the Summer Camp in North Devon.

A word to any who fancy the idea of scouting on Saturday afternoons. There is room in the Troop for some new members, and the first step towards joining is to see Mr. Cumming in Room 2.5 as soon as possible, and then to go to the Scout Hut one Saturday afternoon. Juniors may be admitted but must be at least eleven years old.


"THE APPLE CART" (I. M. Flowers, B. Kendrick, K. Laybourn)
Photographs by K. Burrows



DAWSON. -A steady and courageous goal-keeper with good anticipation and judgment, particularly in deciding when to move out of goal to clear. He should take practice against high, dropping shots: and he could make his clearances much easier by kicking with either foot.

DENT. -He has earned his place at right-back by hard work and reliability on all kinds of surfaces. His lack of inches was noticed only with a high ball: for the rest his tackling was quick, robust and well timed.

BURKINSHAW -He is a well built and speedy left-full-back and always plays keenly. A lack of timing; occasionally, spoiled excellent work in distribution, and closer marking would make him quicker to the tackle and less easy to beat.

EDWARDS. -Unlimited energy and keenness have made him a dashing half-back. His ground play and distribution of the ball are good, but he could, and must improve the control of a high ball, especially with his head.

LEWIS.-The most improved player of this year's team, he has settled at centre-half-back where his incredibly sure tackling and first-time kicking give most strength to the defence. Perhaps he is a trifle slow off the mark, especially to start an attacking movement, but he shows intelligent construction even when harassed.

PEARSON. He is another strong handworking wing-half-back, who spent most of the season attempting to fill the role, badly needed, of wing-man, against his natural style of play. His distribution of the ball is still hurried, but he is always there to try again.

HILLER.-A player with great dash and determination, who did not quite fulfil the early promise of becoming an outstanding wingman. His ball-control is good and he shoots strongly. His failure lies chiefly in positional play, often being drawn completely out of position by his own keenness at crucial moments. Again, his judgment when to " cut in " must improve.

JACKSON.-An inside-forward of excellent promise. More speed and strength, which time will give, will allow him to use fully his delightful ball-control and intelligent constructive ability.

LINDLEY.-One of the team's outstanding ball players, who schemes well at centre-forward, dashing when necessary, he shoots hard and often. He is among the School's best football products. He has been occasionally guilty of spoiling good work and positional play by impatience of his less talented fellows: it is a myth that any man can do the work of two at football.

WREGHITT.-A popular and capable captain, who has built a competent football side by tactful control and general keenness. His own standard of play is high and it is a pity more use was not made of his many constructive movements started from his position at inside-left.

MAY.- He seems to have become the left-wingman this term and looked hopeful for next season, on the little we saw.


v. Chesterfield G.S. 1st XI. At Whiteley Woods, Jan 15th.

Team: Shimwell: Dent, Burkinshaw: Edwards, Lewes, Mouseley: Pearson, Peterken, Lindley, Wreghitt, Hiller.

The game was played on a very heavy ground in a rather depressing drizzle. The School had little of the play in the first half and our defence was reduced to kicking wildly to reduce the pressure. Fortunately the Chesterfield attack failed to take all its chances, but it was not surprising to find them a goal up at half-time. The School soon equalised: Wreghitt worked his way forward and gave a good pass to Lindley, who tapped the ball into the net. Our half-backs were at this stage getting a grip on the game, but Chesterfield had by now again taken the lead. Then a bad miskick gave Lindley the ball fifteen cards from goal and he made no mistake to equalise with a crashing drive. In this period weak finishing was spoiling good movements by our forwards. A feature of the game was Wreghitt's work, both in defence and attack, but the team as a whole was slow off the mark.

Result: K.E.S., 2. Chesterfield, 2.

v. High Storrs G.S. 1st XI. At High Storrs, Jan. 18th.

Team: Dawson; Dent, Burkinshaw: Edwards, Lewis, Pearson; Hiller, Peterken, Lindley, Wreghitt, May.

The fine sunshine seemed to invigorate both teams and High Storrs in particular played a fast bustling game. The speedy High Storrs left winger beat his man to cut in and score. Then the School took charge of the game. First, Hiller raced down the wing and centred for Lindley to score. Then Hiller hit a lovely drive from twenty yards, which rebounded to Lindley's feet for him to score. Lindley then completed his hat-trick after good work by Wreghitt. The School seemed in a good position to complete the double over High Storrs but this was not to he. Our defence went to pieces and conceded three goals. This game should have been won but for defensive unsteadiness, although Dawson could not be blamed for any of the goals. Edwards and Lewis were good half-backs, while Hiller sparkled on the right wing and Lindley demonstrated again that centre-forward is his best position.

Result: K.E.S.. 3. High Storrs. 4.

2ND X1

v. Firth Park G.S. (away), Dec. 7 Lost 0-2
v. Woodhouse G.S. (away), Dec. 14 Lost 1-7
v. High Storrs G.S. (home). Jan. 18 Won 5-1


v. High Storrs G.S., Jan. 18 Lost 4-2


v. Chesterfield C.S. Lost 2-3
v. Firth Park G.S. Lost 2-5
v. Southey Green Sch. Lost 2-4
v. High Storrs G.S. Lost 2-3


  P. W. L. D. For Agst.
1st XI 13 6 6 1 44 38
2nd XI 8 4 4 0 19 23
Under 15 4 1 3 0 7 14
Under 14 8 0 8 0 12 41

House Notes


Although the weather has prevented many games being played this term, we have the satisfaction of seeing the lst XI carry off the League Cup. The 2nd XI were very near the cup, being placed second. The 3rd XI finished fourth. We can say, therefore, that we have had a fairly successful season. We must now look ahead to the Athletic Sports in which we hope to get a good entry for the new field events. Then there are the Standard Sports in which those who do not consider themselves built for speed can help the House considerably with some slight exertion. The Cross-Country will soon be upon us, and with some honest training, we should be able to do very well. Although the Swimming Sports and Polo Season are not until next term, now- is the time to start practising, and more people should take advantage of the training given on Friday- nights. We congratulate Edwards on being awarded his 1st XI colours at football, and Wreghitt on the success of the 1st House XI. We should also like to thank Mr. Atkins for his musical help at House Prayers. The House is now represented in the Prefects Room by Edwards and Wreghitt.


The House Football Competition has had to he abandoned this term after playing only two games in the Second Round. The Leagues were therefore decided on the First Round alone. Our XI's all finished in the middle of their respective leagues. The 1st XI were rather unfortunate in that they won their first two games in the Second Round and had moved up to a challenging position just behind the leaders. The entries for the Athletic Sports and the Cross Country have both been good and if everybody goes into training as soon as the weather improves we should stand a good chance especially in the latter. The introduction of Standard Sports this term will give all medically fit members of the House an opportunity to do something for the House in the athletic sphere; I trust everyone will make every effort to secure their four standards. Lastly I would like to congratulate Lamb, on behalf of the House, on being appointed a Prefect and on hi scholarship at Cambridge.


Owing to the bad weather the football season has been cut short, and the Cross Country running has also been sadly interfered with. When these notes are printed the Cross Country should be over and it is to he hoped that last year's places in both the open and Under 14 events will be maintained. With the postponement of the Sports until next term, training cant be done during the holidays. For the last three years the cups in our cupboard have been solely Athletics Cups and I see no reason why we should not keep them for yet another year and even add one or two more if everyone pulls his weight and trains hard. Finally, Pearson is to he congratulated on being appointed School Captain of Swimming and we wish him and his team every success.


The football season has ended with the House teams occupying the same positions as at the end of last term. It has been a successful season on the whole, Lynwood having won the K.O. Cup and the 2nd Xl League Cup, and the I st and 3rd XI's being third in their respective leagues. The 1st XI, after making valiant efforts, was cheated out of the Cup by the weather. Nevertheless it has played good football under the captaincy of Lewis, ably supported by Peterken and Fletcher. These three and Hiller are to be congratulated also on obtaining their 2nd XI colours. We heartily congratulate the 2nd XI on winning their league and also the Cup. They have played some good football, and Wheen has been an able captain. The 3rd XI has done well, considering that their team has been weakened from time to time through supplying players to the 2nd XI. We also congratulate Lindley on being re-awarded his 1st XI colours. We now look forward to further successes in the Cross Country, and the Athletic sports and Cricket next term.


We have had a moderately successful season of football. On the results of the first round only, the Is. XI have been placed 2nd equal with three other Houses, and the 2nd Xl third. The 3rd XI have done well and are top of their league. The House would like to thank all those concerned in the organisation of the extremely successful social held at the end of last term. We must congratulate Peacock on his scholarship at Cambridge. He has been an able Head of the House, and will be missed in both cricket and football. Congratulations also to Lewis on being appointed a Prefect and being awarded 1st XI football colours, and to Tebbet on his 2nd XI colours. In the imminent ('rocs Country, and next term in the Athletic Sports, and Swimming Sports, it must be remembered that team effort and training will always beat individualism.


Sporting activities within the House have been severely curtailed by the had weather this term. As a result of this the League trophy will be awarded on the first round of the competition, which means that Wentworth teams have had no opportunity of redeeming their low positions in the first round. We can only hope for kinder weather next year, when with more experience and weight our young teams should hold their own. The innovation of Standard Sports will, I am sure, benefit the House. In the past we have suffered from a shortage of individual talent, which is so necessary in the competitive sports. This will not be apparent in the Standard Sports, amid if everybody pulls their weight. We should do well. So four events each. \Wentworth I We have not neglected the social side of life this terra, and a successful party was held on March 4th. These events are essential if the House is to stand for something in the schoolboy's life, and I would like to stress the necessity of support from the older boys in such smatters.

House Football Leagues

Position at end of first series and taken by decision of the Games Committee as final for the 1946-47 Season

  P. W. L. D. For Agt. Pts.
FIRST XI.              
Arundel... 7 5 2 0 16 13 10
Haddon 7 3 2 2 29 16 8
Lynwood 7 4 3 0 23 13 8
Welbeck 7 3 2 2 25 16 8
Chatsworth 7 3 3 1 18 31 7
Wentworth 7 2 4 1 13 13 5
Sherwood 7 2 4 1 14 24 5
Clumber 7 1 3 3 14 26 5
SECOND XI.            
Lynwood 7 5 0 2 32 12 12
Arundel... 7 5 2 0 28 16 10
Welbeck 7 3 2 2 33 22 8
Chatsworth 7 3 2 2 34 23 8
Haddon 7 3 2 2 28 25 8
Wentworth 7 2 3 2 18 18 6
Sherwood 7 1 4 2 11 28 4
Clumber 7 0 7 0 13 53 0
THIRD XI.            
Welbeck 7 6 0 1 30 8 13
Sherwood 7 4 2 1 19 17 9
Lynwood 7 4 3 0 24 14 8
Arundel... 7 4 2 1 22 20 8
Chatsworth 7 2 3 2 17 16 6
Haddon 7 1 3 3 15 22 5
Clumber 7 1 4 2 15 31 4
Wentworth 7 1 6 0 10 24 2


Dear Sir,
I read, with great sorrow, the account of the passing whilst on Active Service, of W. Roy Hooper. I knew Roy Hooper well whilst at K.E.S., and met him a number of times in later years in the course of his work with the Newspapers. He was always the same-a quiet, thoughtful, unselfish, helpful kind of chap, who was always, and rightfully so, because of his good qualities, held in very high esteem by all those that knew him. The events surrounding his death are typical of him and the country has suffered a loss in his untimely passing. I am proud to think that I have had the privilege of knowing Roy Hooper in the years that have passed.

Yours sincerely,

111, Derbyshire Lane, Norton Lees, Sheffield, 8.

February 2, 1947.

As a journalist and an Old Edwardian I was naturally interested in the new format of the last issue of the MAGAZINE and take this opportunity of congratulating you on the excellence of your production. It occurs to me that news from the “wrong " side of the Pennines might be of interest to your readers. May I crave space in your columns, therefore, to give some brief details of life in " Cottonopolis "?

There is not, to my knowledge, anything like an ex-K.E.S. colony here in Manchester--my sole contemporary is Mr. Geoffrey Taylor, who will be remembered for his energetic efforts during the early '40's in connexion with the Tuesday Club. Last October Mr. Taylor achieved what was once thought the impossible task of securing a post on the staff of the Manchester Guardian at the tender age of twenty. He is engaged in sub-editing on this famous Northern journal and, if I may say so, making a success of it. So the next time you read the main news-item in the Guardian spare him a thought-the odds are he was responsible for it.

After mentioning such an exalted name in the newspaper world, I am bound to disclose that I myself am at present engaged in similar work, but on a national weekly paper the existence of which is in all probability unknown to you. -Nevertheless, I am, in my own way, contributing to the ills (or otherwise) of modern journalism-but I disclaim any association with the So-called— Press lords." While I now regard myself as a naturalised Mancunian, and Mr. Taylor is, I think, fast becoming one, our interest in, and allegiance to, Sheffield has not dwindled to zero by any means. Linked by a remarkably reliable `bus service with fares about two-thirds of those on the railways, Mr. Taylor regularly, and I occasionally, return to your city.

May I conclude by saying that I should be glad to hear from any other Old Edwardian living in Manchester and district who may chance to see this letter?

With every good wish to you, Mr. Editor; the Head and the Staff, to some of whom I may still be a memory.

I remain.
Yours sincerely,

12, Station Road, Higher Openshaw, Manchester, 11.


Old Edwardians

D. MERVYN JONES, of Trinity College, Cambridge, has been awarded the Porson and the Henry Arthur Thomas Scholarships in Classics, and has also won the Montague Butler Prize for Latin Verse and the Browne Medal for a Greek Epigram.

M. RUDGE, Ex-Sub.-Lieut. (A) R.N.V.R., has been awarded the Ajax Hospitality Scholarship for Science open to ex-R.N. Officers, tenable at McGill University, Canada.

G. A. MASON is Senior Classics Master at Felsted School.

J. G. EMMOTT.-Lieut. R.N.V.R., promoted December 17th, 1946.

G. S. BAIGENT, F.A.A. has sailed for Singapore.


On January 14, 1947, at Christ Church, Fulwood, Captain E. W. SIvIL, GM (ex-R.E.) to Dorothy Joan Ratcliffe, of Fulwood, Sheffield.

On February 18, 1947, at Holy Trinity Church, Sheffield. SIDNEY WESTON to Margaret E. Moss, of Millhouses Lane, Sheffield.

On March 8, 1947, at St. Pauls Church, Norton Lees, W. D. HOWE to Janet M. France, of Carfield Place, Sheffield.


Signalman T. F. WOOD, of Ryegate Road, Sheffield, to Miss J. M. Morton, of Toftwood Avenue, Sheffield.


To Mr. and Mrs. W. H. FLETCHER, on February 1, 1947, a son (Michael).


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