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Of course, you can - by steady, honest work - achieve a certain academic status in accordance with your abilities. You might, for instance, pass the Intermediate or even the Leaving. Nor are these goals to be despised for, apart from being to a certain extent a measure of your ability to learn, each can open a door to some worthwhile career. Even lesser academic achievements such as the successful completion of Second Year or First Year bring with them their satisfactions and opportunities.
However, there is much more to be had from the years of schooling. In the pursuit of your studies you learn respect for honest toil and the pleasure that accompanies the sense of achievement. From participation in games and exercises arises respect for health and physique.
School offers you also the opportunity to learn rather than be taught, to discipline yourself rather than be disciplined, to be self-dependent rather than dependent on others. It teaches you self-respect, arising from your sense of being a useful and respected member of the school community. It inculcates respect for the feelings and rights of others, and an attitude of tolerance towards others' prejudices and viewpoints. It inspires respect for the system of law and government which we call Democracy. It teaches that you have a responsibility with regard to the community in which you live and the nation to which you belong. It arouses an appreciation of the complexity of our modern world, and the inter-dependence of men and nations.
England, in the reign of Good Queen Bess, was in the full springtime of youth, and her sons - seamen like Raleigh and Drake, and poets and writers like Shakespeare - were making her famous and glorious.
Critics of our Empire today say that we are now witnessing its decline, that the old spirit of adventure is gone, that the full and pulsating torrent of life that carried the British flag to all corners of the earth, has now turned to a sluggish pool of conservatism.
Here we have our glorious chance! Another Good Queen Bess - a lovely, talented, gracious and wise young Queen - has come to the helm of the Empire. To assist her she has a man whose every action shows his love of adventure, and who himself is in the full vigour of manhood. Let us then remember the 16th century; let us, one and all, you and I, strive with all our power to make this second Elizabethan era as memerable as the first.
Front Row (from left): Mr A. Judd, Mrs E. Powys, Messrs J. Cusbert, E. Smith, R. Hundt, K. Andrews, Miss E. Howie, Messrs R. Booth, C. Ward, K. Graham, W. Attenborough
Second Row: Messrs W. Wilde, D. Biddle, Misses J. Breen, M. Patino, P. Parry, M. Gamble, D. Currie, Mrs J. Lockwood, Misses M. McGregor, B. Christian, Messrs K. Beaupeurt, N. Glyde
Back Row: Messrs C. Mackay, K. Robertson, B. Love, N. Pether, H. Kirk, W. Freame, E. Morgan, S. Vennell, K. Wilson
Dept of Classics: Miss E. Howie, Miss B. Christian
Dept of Commercial Subjects: Mr R. Booth (Master), Mr K. Beaupeurt, Mr D. Biddle, Mr N. Pether
Dept of English and History: Mr E. Smith (Master), Mr K. Beaupeurt, Miss B. Christian, Mr V. Judd, Mr C. Robertson, Mr W. Wilde
Dept of Home Science: Miss D. Currie, Miss B. Gamble, Miss M. McGregor
Dept of Manual Training: Mr W. Attenborough, Mr J. Graham, Mr E. Morgan
Dept of Mathematics: Mr C. Ward (Master), Miss E. Howie, Mr. R. Hundt, Mrs J. Lockwood, Miss M. Patino, Mr K. Wilson
Dept of Modern Languages: Miss B. Christian, Mr W. Freame
Dept of Music and Art: Miss J. Breen, Miss M. Patino
Dept of Physical Training: Mr B. Love (Sportsmaster), Miss P. Parry (Sportsmistress)
Dept of Science: Mr M. Cusbert (Master), Mr N. Glyde, Mrs E. Powys, Mr S. Vennell
Careers Advisers: Mr D. Biddle, Mrs Lockwood
Librarian: Mr A. Judd
Specialist Teachers: Mr H. Kirk, Mr C. MacKay
Ross Graham and Marjorie Barley
Front Row (from left): R. Mills (VC), Mr Ward, M. Barley (C), Mr Andrews, R. Graham (C), Miss Howie, M. Mason (VC)
Second Row: S. Byford, J. Andrews, E. Scobie, B. Gillis, J. Cameron, E. Sellwood, M. Ward
Back Row: W. Murray, W. Duchatel, B. Brown, W. Cooper, K. Jarvis, J. Casserly, S. Probert
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| Front Row (from left): P. Peirce, E. Robb, L. Gosling, W. Budd, A. Weaver Back Row: R. Graham, J. Andrews, E. Sellwood, R. Mills |
AUSTRALIAN GLORY
By L. Gosling (Yr 2A)
We bow our heads
To those Aussie lads:
Those boys from the towns and farms.
But some still weep
For those that sleep
In graves beneath the palms.
From Moresby's port,
They marched and fought
In a land unknown and strange;
Through jungle dells,
And earthly hells,
Across the Stanley Range.
Through jungles deep,
Where dangers creep,
And death on their knapsacks rides;
There's many a cross
To mark the loss,
And show where an Aussie bides.
When some return,
Their hearts will yearn
For the mates they buried there.
Though years may go,
The world will know,
That the Aussies did their share.
Though they are gone,
Their souls march on,
Those boys from the towns and farms;
For some still weep,
For those that sleep,
In graves beneath the palms.
