GHS LOGO SCHOOL ARCHIVES

1969


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'OASIS' PRINCIPAL'S MESSAGE

As I write these lines, Form VI students are occupied with their last school examination - the Higher School Certificate. If these young people were asked to state what they had gained apart from academic knowledge from the six years at school, the replies would no doubt be very varied.

As Principal, I cannot but be aware of the maturity that characterises this group. This is due to many factors - the influence of the Staff, the encouragement of individual thinking by the provision of "study" periods, participation in debate - the list could go on. I do feel that this maturity and sense of values that these young people have developed will provide excellent foundation in the determination of attitude to the problems that will surely confront them in after school life. This perhaps is their greatest gain.

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GHS STAFF

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Front Row (from left): Mrs H. Thompson, Mrs J. Walker, Mrs E. Allen, Mr J. O'Dell, Mr G. Robson, Miss V. Edge, Mr T. Dyball, Mr J. Parks, Mr B. O'Brien, Mr C. Williams, Mr W. Payne, Mr B. Wilson, Mrs D. Vining, Mrs I. Rogovenko, Mrs B. Webb, Mrs M. Wickert, Mr B. Olds
Second Row: Mesdames P. Moore, K. Tuziak, J. Rogers, R. Strutton, J. Parker, J. Grindell, J. Harrison, J. Curling, S. Henry, D. Burniston, A. Fletcher, S. Flynn, B. Davidge, P. Cox, L. Johnston, R. Laurie, S. Stuart
Third Row: Mr L. Potter, Mr B. Hawkins, Mrs V. Malham, Mrs L. Debeuzeville, Mrs J. Flynn, Mrs C. Burgess, Mrs M. North, Mrs M. Adam, Mrs J. Johnson, Mrs Colbourne, Mrs C. Arden, Mrs M. Robson, Mrs K. Brummel, Mr R. Pappalardo, Mr I. Wilson, Mr R. Lloyd, Mr A. Laird, Mr J. Adams
Back Row: Messrs W. Nancarrow, C. Rose, I. Curtois, L. Allen, J. Maynefield, G. Black, H. Rossetto, E. Morgan, R. Gregory, G. Miller, G. Flynn, R. Packham, I. Boxall, W. Ryan, M. Bigg, D. Adamson, P. Gilbert, J. Fryer, P. Lawler

STAFF DIRECTORY

Principal: Mr T. Dyball
Deputy Principal: Mr J. Parks

Dept of Art: Miss J. Harrison, Mrs S. Stewart

Dept of Commerce: Mr B. O'Brien (Master), Mr D. Adamson, Mr G. Black, Mrs B. Davidge, Mrs A. Fletcher, Miss S. Flynn, Mr P. Gilbert, Mr J. Manefield, Mr B. Olds, Mr R. Packham, Mr L. Potter

Dept of English: Mr B. Wilson (Master), Mr L. Allen, Miss C. Burgess, Miss J. Chambers, Miss P. Downey, Miss U. Edge, Mr G. Flynn, Miss J. Laybutt, Miss V. Malham, Miss P. Moore, Mr J. Parks, Miss I. Rogovenko, Miss R. Strutton, Miss H. Thompson, Mrs K. Tuziak, Mr T. Wootten

Dept of History: Mr W. Payne (Master), Mr L. Allen, Mrs P. Cox, Miss U. Edge, Miss S. Flynn, Miss J. Laybutt, Miss P. Moore, Miss I. Rogovenko, Miss H. Thompson, Mrs K. Tuziak, Mr T. Wootten

Dept of Home Science: Miss E. Allen, Mrs B. Colborne, Mrs H. Gault, Miss R. Hale, Mrs H. Oakes, Mrs M. Robson, Mrs D. Vining, Miss B. Webb

Dept of Languages: Mr J. Adams, Mrs J. Grindell, Miss M. Wickert

Dept of Manual Arts: Mr G. Robson (Master), Mr G. Fryer, Mr B. Gray, Mr R. Gregory, Mr G. Miller, Mr E. Morgan, Mr J. Read, Mr H. Rossetto

Dept of Mathematics: Mr C. Williams (Master), Miss M. Adams, Mr I. Boxall, Miss L. de Beuzeville, Mrs L. Johnston, Mrs J. Lockwood, Miss M. North, Mr R. Pappalardo, Miss J. Parker, Mr W. Ryan, Miss J. Walker, Mr I. Wilson

Dept of Music: Miss D. Burniston, Mrs J. Hoy

Dept of Physical Education: Mr B. Olds (Sportsmaster), Mr B. Hawkins, Miss L. de Beuzeville (Sportsmistress), Miss J. Johnston, Mr R. Lloyd

Dept of Science: Mr J. McConnell (Master), Mr M. Bigg, Miss J. Curling, Mr I. Curtois, Mr R. Dillon, Miss S. Henry, Miss L. Johnston, Mr A. Laird, Miss R. Laurie, Mr J. Robinson, Miss J. Rogers, Mr C. Rose

Careers Advisers: Mrs J. Lockwood, Mr T. Wootten

Councillor: Mr W. Nancarrow

Librarian: Miss C. Arden

Cadet Unit: Captain Robinson, Lieutenant Potter

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SCHOOL CAPTAINS

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Marty Amaro and Jill Carlon

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SCHOOL PREFECTS

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Front Row (from left): J. Callan, S. Clearihan, J. Amaro, G. Vardanega (VC), J. Carlon (C), Mr Wilson, M. Amaro (C), L. Vardanega (VC), K. Maloney, M. Stait
Second Row: B. Mallagan, L. Davidge, R. Polkinghorne, S. Collins, B. Parker, B. Kerslake, K. Smith, Enlene Ng, W. Scott
Back Row: W. Diebert, P. Harmon, P. Favretto, T. De Martin, B. Ledgerwood, J. Kal, G. Collison, K. Matthews

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DEBATING TEAM PUBLIC SPEAKING
Front Row (From left): J. Reid, J. Carlon, L. Vardanega, R. Polkinghorne, K. Langley, D. Wright, J. Battaglia
Back Row: B. Morwood, D. Jennings, W. Jones, M. Blumer, G. Collison, Mr Payne
Front Row (From left): Barbara Moore, Julie Potter, Sue Endean, Jan Horder, Janis Lowe, Robyn Druitt
Back Row: Paul Walton, Jim Sainty, Chris Erskine, Miss Henry, Richard Gibson, Tony Savage

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CHOIR MADRIGAL GROUP
Front Row (From left): Annette Wilesmith, Margaret Stokes, Anne Rice, Berit Ponsaing, Denise Forbes, Lee Savage, Isla Hodge, Beanca Copello, Evon Ponsaing
Second Row: Sue McLure, Astrid Evans, Debbie Hyde, Richard Gibson, Chris Erskine, Amanda Savage, Margo Davidson, Wendy Worth, Mrs Hoy
Back Row: Jeanette Murdoch, Sue O'Connell, Gail Ashton, Jacky Newman, John Schoonbeck, Joanne Turton, Kim Fraser, Judy Lincoln, Dianne Lesslie Ross
Front Row (From left): Margo Davidson, Dianne Gain, Berit Ponsaing, Yvonne Ponsaing, Isla Hodge
Second Row:
Mrs Hoy, Joanne Turton, Jacky Newman, Kim Fraser
Back Row: John Schoonbeck, Chris Erskine, Richard Gibson

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GHS CADET UNIT

Passing Out Parade

The cadet year of 1969 was a failure. Out of the initial enrolment of 100 cadets, 48 attended the passing out parade. However, the annual camp was one of the best for years and the Cadet Ball was enjoyed by everyone who attended. The single bivouac also gave the junior cadets some experience in co-operation and the comradeship which is one of the best parts of cadet life.

STUDENT WORK

BLACK PRIDE
By Greg Paynter (Yr 3E1)

Captured by the Arabs, then drowned in the sea,
It's hard to be a colour, a colour black like me.
It's sad to see your mother, her colour mingled red
Your brothers, mother, sister, filled with the stench of dead.
You cry when you see your father, brought for 20 drachma
His fragile dark lined body, the figure of a man.
You flinch with searing pain, as the whip crosses your back
You hate the rotten white man, it isn't courage you lack.
Through centuries of disorder, when generations died
The black man still had something, his fierce and passionate pride.
So new in Alabamba, in cities far and wide
The black man is a rising, a rising with the tide.
The bullet shots did echo, the bullet shots did ring
A great and golden saviour, died Martin Luther King.
The white man cannot conquer, things that are not whole
The black man lingers on his body, and his soul.
So when you hear of killing, wounding, cities full of fight
Share a thought for the black man, and his plight.

THE GOOD OLD DAYS
By Anne Boase (Yr 4E1)

What's wrong with all the oldies!
What's wrong with Mum and Dad!
They talk about the good old days,
They say these days are bad.
They hanker for what used to be,
They sigh for days gone bye.
They tell us how good it was,
When they were young and spry.

Then they talk about us teenagers,
As going to the pack.
We're a bunch of crazy mixed up kids,
A moral code we lack.
They see us not conforming,
They hear our protest songs,
And somehow they reckon,
That it is us that are all wrong.

Now hear this all you oldies.
Listen carefully Mum and Dad.
Perhaps those days you dream about,
Were not so good but bad.
Those days produced depression,
Those days produced great war,
Those days produced injustice,
Those days were pretty sore.

But it is now we have to live,
Its today that has to count.
Somehow young and old together,
All the problems we must surmount.
But soon it will be our turn,
At our own kids we will sneer,
We will sigh and groan and wonder,
And pray for yesteryear.

A SOLDIER
By Mary Coppolino (Yr 4E1)

He is a boy of twenty,
Hardly old enough to fight
But still he does,
In Vietnam
Small or big,
Still he fights.
Scared and terrified at his ending
But still he fights.
When the sun sinks
He treks back to his camp.
He dreams of home, of warmth and sunshine
But as the sun rises he too rises,
And then with a prayer
He makes his way into the jungle,
Never to return again.

WAITING FOR THE RAIN
By Anne Sergi (Yr 4E1)

The earth is dry and barren,
The cattle weak and thin.
But don't despair yet, farmer!
Keep toiling; lift your chin.

The weak cattle grow thinner,
The crops just droop and die:
But on the farmer toils -
Through the dust and "dry".

No sign of rain
To give us hope.
No sign of water for the crops,
But what we draw with pail and rope.

Surely if the Almighty
Possessed powers to cure the lame,
Surely He could end this Hell -
This Hell! Is He to blame?

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