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Learn then to prepare for the coming leisure hours. Learn what your school has to offer and make the best use of your oppertunities. Then when you leave school, take with you high ideals, high standards of value, high standards of conduct, and the comforting thought that life will never be boring for you.
The pen is to-day the spearhead of progress. Whether through the ignoble efforts of a Hitler or the priceless gifts of George Bernard Shaw, our modern civilisation could not continue without literature in all its forms. The works of all great writers, from Chaucer to Maugham, would be lost and many people would be deprived of their greatest pleasure. These men and women had imaginations and ideas which cried out for expression and which flowed from their pens.
Yet this is but one of the factors which give the pen such power. Without literature, how could we know so much about other lands? About other lives? About other spheres of life? About history? About nature? Literature is the only permanent and universal means of expression.
Because writing is self expression, it gives confidence to the writer. To be able to express an idea or an opinion in itself gives confidence; and to keep an idea from the world is selfishness. Are your opinions to serve you, and you only? Are your experiences to be yours alone?
It is unlikely that there are many in our midst who are to become literary geniuses. Who knows? But the first aim of "Oasis" is to give full play to self-expression.
Front Row (from left): Mrs E. Powys, Mr C. Robertson, Mr L. Chapman, Mr D. Blakemore, Mr A. Connor, Mr B. Gardiner, Miss E. Howie
Second Row: Mr W. Booth, Miss P. McGrath, Miss D. Durie, Mrs M. Berry, Miss L. Ferguson, Miss A. Davies, Miss J. Ross, Miss J. Whiting, Miss P. Meaker, Mr F. Taylor
Back Row: Mr L. Fowler, Mr K. Mitchell, Mr K. McKay, Mr K. Graham, Mr A. Spence, Mr I. Nay, Mr T. Phillpott, Mr P. Shnukal
Dept of English and History: Mr A. Connor, Miss D. Durie, Miss P. McGrath, Miss P. Meaker, Mrs J. Lockwood, Mr C. Robertson, Miss J. Ross, Mr A. Spence
Dept of Classics: Miss E. Howie
Dept of Modern Languages: Mr D. Blakemore, Miss L. Ferguson
Dept of Mathematics: Mr L. Chapman, Mr W. Booth, Mr L. Fowler, Miss E. Howie, Mr D. McKay, Mr I. Nay, Mr P. Shnukal
Dept of Science: Mr B. Gardiner, Mr W. Booth, Miss A. Davies, Miss D. Durie, Mr L. Fowler, Mrs E. Powys, Miss J. Ross, Mrs M. Edwards
Dept of Commercial Subjects: Miss P. McGrath, Mrs E. Powys, Miss J. Ross, Mr P. Shnukal, Mr A. Spence, Mr F. Taylor
Dept of Home Science: Mrs M. Berry, Miss A. Davies, Mrs M. Edwards
Dept of Music: Miss D. Durie, Miss L. Ferguson, Miss P. McGrath
Dept of Art and Manual Training: Mr J. Graham, Mr T. Phillpott, Mr C. Carter
Dept of Physical Training: Miss D. Durie, Mr C. Robertson, Miss J. Ross, Mr P. Shnukal, Mr A. Spence, Mr F. Taylor
Librarian: Miss P. Meaker
Sports Mistress: Mrs E. Powys
Sports Master: Mr C. Robertson
Careers Advisers: Mr D. McKay, Miss P. Meaker
Front Row (from left): Mr L. Chapman, D. Gamble (VC), G. Scott (C), Mr D. Blakemore, N. Martin (C), D. Powys (VC), Miss E. Howie
NIGHT
By Ruth Tully (Yr 4A)
A mist of darkness over all the earth,
A quiet stillness with no mortal sound,
It seemed as if the world could hold no mirth,
But stealthy ghosts in blackness ever found.
And yet, among this quiet, people slept,
Not mindful of this peaceful night and beauty,
Nor thought of long night watches sternly kept
By sons of Britain risking life for duty.
And, of a sudden, noises broke the peace,
And sirens rent this state of calm and still;
The world's frustrated fury would not cease,
The 'planes flew out to fight, to fall, to kill.
And yet, thought I, why should this ever be,
That sorrow is in air, on land and sea.
