GHS LOGO SCHOOL ARCHIVES

1954


TIME CAPSULE

'OASIS' HEADMASTER'S MESSAGE

Why do so many pupils leave school at the age of fifteen?

In prosperous times like the present one might expect more pupils to stay at school beyond what is called the leaving age. After all, the pupil who does so need not fear that the position he seeks will not still be available a year or two later. As to the value of the longer period at school, pupils who do complete the High School course are of the one opinion. To them it has been worth-while.

What of the others? Of every seven pupils who began First Year, only three sit for the Intermediate, and only one completes the full course. The other six leave at fifteen or soon afterwards. This is an appalling loss. Many able pupils are losing a great deal by leaving too soon. The community, too, is a heavy loser when so many with ability fail to qualify for the advanced training which rising professional and technological standards make necessary.

No doubt it is hard for boys and girls at fifteen to resist the lure of big wages and the comparative freedom of the adult world. In comparison, the advantages of further schooling must seem vague and uncertain. But parents are able to take a longer view and should be ready with wise counsel.

'OASIS' STUDENT EDITORIAL

Saturday, February 13, 1954, is a day that will live long in the memories of the people of the Riverina, for on that day they were given the opportunity of showing their loyalty to their Queen and her husband on their first visit to Australia.

All of us who made the long and tiresome journey to Wagga Wagga felt amply rewarded when we beheld her and heard her speak to us. Our Queen may be likened to the keystone of a great structure, and we to the lesser stones. We can, and should, play our part in keeping the structure firm and strong - a monument to the ideals of democracy, a symbol of stability in a troubled world.

Let us, then - by acts of loyalty, devotion and public service - assist our Queen in her difficult task. The future lies in our hands.

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GHS STAFF

PHOTO

Front Row (from left): Miss D. Brown, Messrs C. Ward, A. Gray, R. Booth, K. Andrews, Miss E. Howie, Messrs J. Cusbert, K. Graham, B. Love
Second Row: Mr K. Beaupeurt, Mrs E. Gray, Misses D. Currie, J. Clare, M. Patino, Mrs R. Barker, Mrs B. Pether, Mrs E. Powys, Mrs J. Lockwood, Messrs L. Fowler, K. Wilson
Back Row: Messrs W. Freame, D. Biddle, D. Goldstone, T. Barker, W. Attenborough, N. Pether, L. Hagerty, E. Morgan, S. Vennell, N. Glyde, A. Judd

STAFF DIRECTORY

Headmaster: Mr K. J. Andrews
Deputy Headmaster: Mr R. Booth
Girls' Supervisor: Miss E. Howie

Dept of Classics: Miss E. Howie, Mrs B. Pether

Dept of Commercial Subjects: Mr R. Booth (Master), Mrs R. Baker, Mr K. Beaupeurt, Mr D. Biddle, Mr N. Pether

Dept of English and History: Mr A. Gray (Master), Mrs R. Baker, Mr T. Barker, Mr K. Beaupeurt, Mr V. Judd, Mrs B. Pether

Dept of Home Science: Miss J. Clare, Miss D. Currie, Mrs D. Vining

Dept of Manual Training: Mr W. Attenborough, Mr J. Graham, Mr E. Morgan

Dept of Mathematics: Mr C. Ward (Master), Mr L. Fowler, Miss E. Howie, Mrs J. Lockwood, Mr K. Wilson

Dept of Modern Languages: Mr W. Freame

Dept of Music and Art: Mr L. Hagerty, Miss M. Patino

Dept of Physical Training: Mr B. Love (Sportsmaster), Miss D. Brown (Sportsmistress)

Dept of Science: Mr M. Cusbert (Master), Mr N. Glyde, Mrs E. Powys, Mr S. Vennell

Careers Advisers: Mrs J. Lockwood, Mr K. Wilson

Librarian: Mrs J. Lockwood

Specialist Teachers: Mr A. Gray, Mr D. Goldstone

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SCHOOL CAPTAINS

PHOTO

Max Cole and Jennifer Gamble

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SCHOOL PREFECTS

PHOTO

Front Row (from left): B. Keeble (VC), M. Cole (C), Mr Andrews, J. Gamble (C), Miss Howie, M. O'Reilly (VC), A. Myott
Second Row: D. Tranter, J. Fletcher, G. Crawford, D. Gibbons, D. Rathbone, A. O'Brien, A. Weaver, I. Lynch
Back Row: W. Budd, J. Wilson, K. Jarvis, R. Cornish, R. Twigg, P. Casserly

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STUDENT WORK

THE OLD OCEAN BAY
By Barbara Pauling (Yr 1D)

Down on the shores of the old ocean bay
Come the cries of the birds and the voices of day;
You can hear the crashing against the rocks
As a great white wave on the cave door knocks.

The grey skies fill with the growls of thunder,
The rain hurtles down on the white sands under,
And the seagulls with their cries and screams
Fly faster and faster to escape the streams.

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