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The more firmly you have grasped such opportunities, the better kind of person you will be; and the world outside the School desperately needs all the knowledge, leadership, courage, kindness and tolerance which you can take to it. I know that you will play your part worthily and that your pride in your School will be matched by its pride in you.
My warmest greetings to you all!

Front Row (from left): Mr Sweaney, Mrs E. Powys
Second Row:
Back Row:
Dept of Art: Miss V. Bloomfield, Mrs E. Cotsell
Dept of Classics: Mrs J. Saunt, Miss B. Duncombe
Dept of Commerce: Mr B. Gillett (Master), Mr J. Crawford, Miss W. Eaton, Miss J. Entwistle, Miss E. Hyslop, Mr B. Olds, Miss H. Solomon
Dept of English and History: Mr R. Smith (Master), Mr R. Bailey, Mr K. Beaupeurt, Mr J. Crawford, Miss U. Edge, Miss D. Henry, Miss L. Maloney, Mrs J. Matthews, Mr W. Payne, Mr A. Rimes
Dept of Home Science: Miss D. Bell, Mrs M. Edwards, Mrs A. McNabb, Mrs P. Robertson, Mrs D. Vining
Dept of Manual Arts: Mr R. Allen (Master), Mr A. Linquist, Mr E. McGrath, Mr E. Morgan, Mr B. Osmond, Mr R. Parsons
Dept of Mathematics: Mr A. Harvey (Master), Miss U. Edge, Mr K. Fitton, Mr J. Hartcher, Mr A. Linquist, Mrs J. Lockwood, Mr B. Olds, Mr B. Stanhope, Miss M. Whight
Dept of Modern Languages: Miss J. Entwistle
Dept of Music: Miss W. Williamson
Dept of Physical Education: Mr K. Giddy (Sportsmaster), Mrs D. Beaupeurt (Sportsmistress)
Dept of Science: Mr J. O'Dwyer (Master), Mr A. Moore, Mr B. Osmond, Mr W. Payne, Mrs E. Powys, Mr J. Robinson, Mr C. Rose
Careers Advisers: Mr K. Beaupeurt, Mrs J. Lockwood
Councillor: Mr J. Connell
Librarian: Mrs J. Matthews
Specialist Teachers: Mr G. Jones, Mr B. Love
Cadet Unit: Captain Robinson, Lieutenant Crawford
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Rhonda Trewin and Paul Scobie
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GRIEF
By Cathy Jennings (Yr 2A)
Sadness in our world of selfishness
Is no longer grief.
Grief is unconsolable,
Cannot be cast off like clothing,
When a wearer is tired of it,
And be replaced with a cloak of mirth.
Grief is uncontrollable;
A burning fire leaping from the body
To mind, tormenting an afflicted soul
Only to be smothered by death.
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