The Raineian TH E MAGAZIN E OF RAIN E' S FOUNDATION SCHOOL

1983 - 1984

RAINE'S FOUND AT I ON SC H OOL ' LONDO N

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School Notes As the end of the summer term grows near we remember the events of the year, which started with Prize Day in October. An amusing speech was given by Sam Kershen and some pupils bravely volunteered to dress up as old Raineians! Next, to everyone's delight, came the Senior November show, "Annie get your Gun" which proved very successful. Aladdin was performed in the Lower School and was colourful and entertaining.

This year the summer show was replaced by the House plays. Winterton won, Foundation came second and Mann and School were joint third. It was easy to see that a considerable amount of hard work was put into all the plays, which were enjoyed by all.

Modern Language awards were won by Katie Nunn and John Rodmell and they went to Germany this year.

At Christmas, the Carol Service was held at St. Dunstan's Church and money for charity was raised by singing carols outside Whitechapel Station. Another service was held for Founder's day at St. John on Bethnal Green.

There have been many trips this year. These include: a skiing trip to Italy, two Lower School holidays to France and Wales, and an adventure holiday to the Ardeche. There were also field trips for biology and geography to Wales and Dorset.

During the course of this year Ms. J enner, Mr. Austin, Ms. Webb-Bourne, Ms. Gardner and Ms. McCreadie left to pursue their careers.

Miss Dempsey, Mrs. Gore, and Mr. Boyce left inJuly. We thank them all for their service to the school, especially Mr. Boyce who previously worked at St. Jude's.

We would also like to th ank Mr. Bocker and Mr. Pendrill for their hard work with us this year. We would like to wish them luck in the future.

Herr Gerd Gebhart and M. Jean-Louis Grenouil!oux have been excellent language assistants and we are sorry to see them leave.

Finally, our thanks go to all those who helped us with the editing of the school magazine, especially Mr. Major, l\1iss Balls who proof-read, and Mr. Jones and Mr. Willett who helped with providing photographs and Masood Ahmed of 2J for the cover design.

Ceri Batchelder, Terry Bryan and Penny Gardiner (Editorial Committee).

By Martin Black 2R

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The School Year: Speech Day, The Biology Field Trip, Founder's Day, The Harvest Festival (Lower Schoo/)

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The Governors of Raine's Foundation

Chairman

Mrs. P. Bentley, B.A.

Mrs. S. Alom The Reverend G. A. Barber, M.Sc. Mrs. S. Batchelder Mr. A. Chapman Mrs. E. Crowley Mrs. A. Desmond W. DoveJ.P. Dr. G. Gardiner P.lngham Mr. A. Jacob The Reverend M. Johnson, M.A. L. Layward Esq. R. F. T. Martin The Reverend Prebendary N. E. McCurry, M.A. Mrs. E. Moore Mr. C. W. Nolan Col. R. P. Tong, O.B.E., M.A., J.P.

Clerk to the Governors

R. A. Pink, Esq.

Staff-September 1984 Headmaster

Mr. D. W. E. Thomas M.A., (Cantab)

Deputy Heads

Mrs. A. E. Johnson B.A., (Leeds) and Mr. R. C. Reffold M.A., (axon)

Head of Lower School

Mr. J. Everton M..A., (axon)

Heads of Departments Mr. G. Calvert, (City of Worcester College) (Mathematics) Dr. A. Cioci, (University of Pis a) (Physics) Mr. E. J. Croom, B. Sc., (London) (Geography/Geology) Mr. K. R. Crump, B.A., (Liverpool) (History) Mr. R. J. Hudson, B.Sc., (London) (Science) Miss V. F. Jackson, L.R.A.M., (Music) Mr. S. E. Johnson, B.A., (Warwick) (English) Mr. R. C. Hart, B.A., (Nottingham), M.A., (London) (History) Mr. H. Long, Dip. Phys. Ed. (Loughborough) (Physical Education, Boys) Miss A. M. Lowes, Dip. Ph ys. Ed. (Chelsea) (Physical Education, Girls) Miss A. W. Naylor, B.Sc., (London) (Biology) Mr. M. K. D. Payne, B.A., (London) A.K.C., (Languages) Mrs. A. E. Pearce, (Dss), B.Sc., B.D., (London) A.K.C., (Religious Studies) Mr. P. Rhodes (Technical Subjects)

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Miss M. E. Robertson, (Borough Road College) (French) Ms C. Russell, B.A., (Durham) (German) Mr. P. Spillett, B.Se., (London) (Economics) Mrs. B. Thompson (Home Economics) Mr. R. Thompson, L.R.A.M., L.T.C.l. (Special Needs) Mr. G. Wesley, N.Dip. A.D., A.T.D. (London) (Art)

Mrs. Z. Auerbach, B.Sc., (Leeds) (Mathematics) Miss C. Balls, M.A., (Cantab) (Languages and Mathematics) Mr. J. J. G. Blundell, A.T.D. (London) (Art) Miss J. Borland, B.Ed., (East Anglia) (English and Drama) Mr. T. J. Bye, B.A., (Open University) (English) Miss G. A. Cleeve, B.A., (London) (English) Mrs. C. Co\eman, (Sports Coach) Mr. Ducret, (Technical Studies) Ms Eggleston, B.E., (C.N.A.A.) (Mathematics) Miss J. Field, (Business Studies) Miss V. Foxley, B.A., (Birmingham) (French and German) Miss J. Fuller, B.Ed., (City of Bath) (Textiles) Mr. R. Glaves, B.Ed., (Southampton) (Physical Education) Mrs. K. Grimwood, B.A., (Salford) (French and German) Miss L. M. R. Grint, B.Sc., (Newcastle) (Chemistry) Mrs. C. Hallahan, (East Hampstead Park) (Special Needs, English and Drama) Mr. M. Harris, (Newland Park College) (Mathematics) Mr. R. C. Hart, B.A., (Nottingham), M.A., (London) (History) Mrs. S. Hides, B.H., (London) (Home Economics) Mr. B. Jones, B.A., (Lancaster) (History) Dip. Sec. Ed., (London) Miss C. Julian, B.Ed., (Shoreditch) (Design and Technology) Mr. A. J. Krupa, B.Sc., (Bristol) (Physics) Miss C. N. Leach, B.A., (Dunelm) (English and Drama) Miss L. J. Linnett, B.Se., (Reading) (Chemistry) Mr. B. M. J. Major, M.A., (London) (English and Drama) Mrs. R. J. Maskell, Dip. A.D., (St. Martins) (Textiles) Mr. S. Mason, (College of All Saints, Tottenham) (Geography and Religious Studies) Mr. T. Millios, B.Sc., (Reading) (Mathematics) Mr. A. D. Perrett, B.Se., (Manchester) (Mathematics) Mr. R. Philpotts, B.Ed., (Nottingham) (History) Mrs. P. Pipe, B.Sc., (London) (Geography) Mr. P. C. Protheroe, B.A., Dip. Th., (Wales) (Religious Studies) Miss J. B. M. O'Regan, B.Ed., (London) (Physical Education and Science) Miss C. Silver, Dip. Ed., A.D., H.D.F.A., (London) (Pottery) Mr. G. Willett, B.Se., (London) (Physics) Mr. N. J. Wilson, B.Sc., (Dunelm) (Geography)

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Librarian: Mrs. R. Teteris, A.L.A. School Bursar: Mrs. J. I. Evans

Heads of Year: Head of first year: Miss Fuller Head of second year: Mr. Harris Head of third year: Miss Lowes Head of fourth and fifth year: Mr. Crump (Senior Teacher) Deputy Head of fourth and fifth year: Mrs. Thompson.

By J. Hewitt

School Prefects-September 1984 Head Boy - Paul Kloss Head Girl- Kathryn Nunn Deputy Head Boy - Steven Everton Deputy Head Girl - Ellen Carroll

Prefects: Jonathan Fitt, Richard Green, Robert Howard-Perkins, Wayne Malcolm, Anthony Mint, Laurence Page, John Rodmell, Taalibhusain Shaah, Gary Trew, Ceri Batchelder, Diane Beves, Terry Bryan, Katheline Forrest, Grace Lee, Sian Lewis, Karen Waxham, Karla Young, lan Graham, David Murphy.

Girls' games captain: Penelope Gardiner.

Lower School Monitors: Donna Anderson, Suzanne Archer, Kim Causton, Andrea Dooley, Jane Everett, Hayley Jones, Sally Maflin, Emma McGowan, J ayne Peters, Tracey Quartey, Melanie Simpson, Shabnum Ullah, Kirsty Wonham, John Douglas, Justin Green, Leon Hunter, Sertach Saffet, John Shurety.

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School Prefects 1984-1985, Second Year Form Monitors, Lower School Council Representativp.s, First year vs Second year 'Body Popping' Competition, The Swimming Gala, Five-a-side Football, The Tuck Shop, Fi ve-a-side Football.

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Certificates (Summer 1984)

University of London:

Advanced Level:

Linda AlIen (2), Deborah Barnett (1), Darren Cannon (2), Susan Carpel (2),John Coster (2), Natalie Coy (2), John Doherty (1), Frederick Grant (1), Adam Groves (3), Steven Gumbs (3), David Hermitt (3), Duncan Hockley (3), Pamela Hopkins (3), Timothy Jennings (3), Nico Kaimakami (3),Jonathan Kravet (3), Teresa Marsan (3), Richard Morgan (3), Geoffrey Perry (3), Rebecca Rippon (3), Gregory Ross (3), Thowheetha Shaah (3), Paul Smith (2).

Ordinary Level:

including Associated Examining Board Grade A, Band C and Grade 1 C.S.E.: Morankinyo Akingbade (9), Liam Ashby (7),Jamie Bachell (3), DebraBaker (3), Sarah Barnes (1) Nicola Barrass (4), Andrew Bassett (2), Sabma Begum (1), J ane Bicknell (5), Sharon Brown (1), Martin Burton (7), Andrew Butcher (1), Roy Cannon (1),Julie Carpel (3), Emile Charlton (5), Helen Christou (3), Matthew Daley (7), Shan Donovan (3), Carl Dowdell (3), Keith Driver (1), Diane Duckett (1), Tracy Durant (2), Susan East (1), Simon Errington (2), Paula Falconer (3), Lorraine Fitzgerald (1), Tracey Free (4), Shahdad Gharabaghi (2), Michelle Gibbs (1), Lisa Gill (1) , Jonathan Goh (7), Philip Goode (7), Debra Halls (6), Theresa Harris (4), Lynn Harvey (1), Richard Heriot (5), Colin Holder (1), Steven Holland (2),Janet Hopgood (1), SoniaJames (1), Sarah Judd (1), Dora Kaimakami (6), Patricia Lowe (5), Edward Marsan (2), Samantha Mason (5), Terry McCarthy (2), Louise McMillan (1), Donna Medcraft (2), Larissa Muncer (2), Tania Murphy (2), Joanne Nathan (1), Emma Peters (2), Terry Pryer (6), David Rae (4), Manik Rahman (1), Debra Read (5), William Richards (8), Susan Robinson (10), CliUord Rowley (2), Angela Seabrook (5), Ali Sheikh (1),Jackie Smithers (2), Ronald Sparks (1), Fiona Stewart (7), Stacey Tarrant (5), Evelyn Thompson (2), Tony Vowell (4), Alex Waissen (3), Oliver WaIter (5), Andrew Watson (1), Danny Watts (1), Terry Webber (3), Sharon Welley (1), Richard Wermerling (1), Nicola Woodford (3), Kay Worrow (3), Robert Wright (3), Samantha Wright (8), Vesta Yeboah (2) .

Certi'iicate of Secondary Education:

Awarded a certificate (grades 2- 5): Morankinyo Akingbade, Danny Allpress, Stephen Alpek, Neil Atkinson, David Austin, J amie Bachell, Debra Baker, Jill Ballard, Sarah Barnes, Nicola Barrass, Lee Bartlett, Andrew Bassett, Sabina Begum, Paul Bethell, David Blackie, Peter Boddington, Sharon Brown, Andrew Butcher, Roy Cannon, J ulie Carpel, Emile Charlton, Helen Christou, Lee CoBins, J onathan Coy, Mark Daley, Andrea Davies, Mark Daye, Peter Dervin, Michael Dines, Shan Donovan, Carl Dowdell, Keith Driver, Diane Duckett, Dean Dunham, Susan East, Simon Errington, Paula Falconer, Lorraine Fitzgerald, Amanda Flynn, Tracey Free, J onathan Ganesh, Shahdad Gharabaghi, Michelle Gibbs, Lisa Gill, Jonathan Goh, Philip Goode, Winston Gordon, Eve Graham, Joyce Grant, Mark Greeno, Patricia Gudgeon, Theresa Harris, Lynn HaI\ley,Joanna HaI\ley-Wells, Kim HaviB, Peter Herbert, Michael Herring, Karen Hewlett, Colin Holder, Steven Holland, J anet Hopgood, Sonia J ames, Sarah .f udd, Kim Kibler, Maxine Leighton, Patricia Lowe, Andrew Manners, Angela Mans field , Tanya Mansfield, Edward Marsan, Samantha Marson, Terry McCarthy, Louise McMillan, Jason McPherson, Donna Medcraft, Nizamgi Mer, Larissa MlIncer, Tania Murphy, J oanne Nathan, Catherine Ocuneff, lan Orr, Ruth Osborn, Stella Osei, Emma Peters, Dean Philpott, Michael Price, David Rae, Manik Rahman, Debra Read, Clifford Rowley, Kerry Samllels, Ali Sheikh, Teresa Shutlar, Jackie Smithers, Wendy Snelling, Ronald Sparks, Stacey Tarrant, Samantha Theaker, Karen Thienel, Evelyn Thompson, Shuja Ullah, Alex Waissen, David Warden, Andrew Watson, Danny Watts, Sharon Welley, Richard Wermerling, Nicola Woodford, Wendy Woolf, Kay Worrow, Robert Wright, Vesta Yeboah.

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MUSIC EXAMINATION RESULTS

Grade I J ason Hodgkinson- Cello Distinction Grade 2 J ennifer Amos-Clarinet Cindy Peters-Violin Mandy Daltrey-Piano Distinction

Grade 3 Claire Greenwood-Clarinet David Crudgington-Clarinet Merit Charmaine Kerridge-Clarinet Merit Cheryl Gore - Violin

Grade 5 Noelene Rippin-Cello Victoria Gardiner-Theory Christine Naraidoo-Theory Spencer Snaith--Theory John Featherstone-Theory

Prize List 1983-84 FORM PRIZES

lA Michaela Cook lE Laura Shutler J ason Van Haeften

1N Neil Mayers 1R Tracey Quartey Kirsty Wonham

2A Mark Blondelll 2E Donna Kilminster Abigail Wiggins

2N Kelly Bouvier 2R Lee Gerbaldi Steven Thompson

3A Christopher Fitt 3E NlcD\a GDver Samantha Venables

3N David J ulien 3R Rachel Kendall Ian Shirley

4AL Wendy Kendall 4AN Leigh Oliver Bryan Small

4L Stavros Dafnis 4R Julie Humphreys Leeroy Vaughan

5E Paul Bethell 5M Joanne Nathan Clifford Rowley

5R J onathan Goh 5S Debra Wells William Richards

LOWER SIXTH

Grade 4

Laura Dervin-Clarinet Merit Paula Humphreys-Clarinet Merit John Shurety-Violin

Grade 6 Grace Lee-Violin Distinction

Suzanne Archer Emma McGowan Monzur Rahman

1J Rvan Coakley John Douglas Jane Garner

Leon Hunter Melanie O'Dell Barbara Walsh

lS Hay\ey J ones Melanie Simpson Karla Tomlinson

Kirstin Berry Marcia Brown

2J Forid Hadi Natasha J ones

Samantha Colvill Louise Rivers

Tina Lacey Frances Thompson

Aaron Bartholomew 2S Janet Mint Samuel Bentley Ghanaya Singh

Samantha Sawyer Angela Young

Cynthia Antoine Bernadette Small Christine Worrow

3J Julie Harris ] ohn] ones Stephen Tidman

Elaine Higgins Daljit Kullar Sus an Tan-ant

3S Raymond Beves J onathan Howes

Samantha Droy Colin McNeill

4F Kate Baker Paul Hayes Deborah Newton

Gary Ballard Cecil Bartholomew

4T Celia Holder Richard Kendall

J ulie Glasby Kim Lendor

Liam Ashby Fiona Stewart

5N Sarah Barnes Theresa Harris

Samantha Wright

Tracey Free Tania Murphy Diane Duckett

5W Shan Donovan Lorraine Fitz­

gerald

Diane Beves, J anet Mole, Kathryn Nunn, Adrian Pritchard, John Rodmell, J oanne Siggins.

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UPPER SIXTH

Art Thowheetha Shaah Geology Biology Gregory Ross German Chemistry Geoffrey Perry History English Natalie Coy, Nlathematics

Pamela Hopkins Physics Geography Richard Morgan

SUBJECT PRIZES ArtReligious Studies

Senior (Astill) Susan Robinson Junior Intermediate Nicola Gover Home Economics Junior Samantha Colvill Senior

Ghanaya Singh JuniorPhysical Education

Senior Boy Terry Kavanagh Technical Studies Senior Girl J oanne Barnes Senior Junior Boy David Lavinier Junior Junior Girl Michelle Coy Textiles

Music Senior Senior Sarah Judd Junior Junior Charmaine Kerridge

Trophies 1983-84 ATHLETIC ACTIVITIES

Athletics Hockey

Intermediate Junior

Butterfield Cup-Winterton Luton Cup- School

Senior Intermediate

Standards (5 star) Aldridge Cup-School Aggregate Roden Cup-Winterton Netball

Basketball Senior Senior Raineian Lodge Cup­

Foundation Intermediate Junior

Intermediate Harvey Martin Cup­Foundation/Mann Rugby

Junior Fishberg Cup-Foundation/ Senior School/Winter ton Intermediate

Cross Co untry Junior (Boys) Swimming

Senior Mansfield Cup- Foundation Senior Intermediate Wareing Cup-Foundation Intermediate Junior Horne Cup- School Junior

(Girls) Aggregate

Senior Headmaster's Trophy­School Table Tennis

Intermediate Middle School Trophy­ Senior School Junior

Junior Junior Cup - School

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Darren Cannon Teresa Marsan Rebecca Rippin Duncan Hockley Nico Kaimakami

Tammie Allen

Julie Carpel Kay Worrow Leigh Staples

William Richards Ghanaya Singh

Pamela Hopkins Melanie Snow

Munn Cup-Foundation Camberley Cup­

Winterton

Tyler Trophy-Winterton Leach Cup-Winterton Mann Cup - School

Cadet Cup-Winterton Hirtes Cup-Mann Jenkins Cup-School

Lassman Shield -Win terton Wilkins Shield-Mann Turnage Trophy-School Manuel Posey Cup-

Winterton

Foundation School

Physical Ed ucation Boys Adlam Cup-Mann Girls O.R.A. 250th Anniversary

Cup-School

Football Mann

House Championship Shutt Trophy-Winterton (Final house percentages of total possible points: Winterton 28.3; School 28 .0; Mann 22.4; Foundation 20.9).

SPECIAL PRIZES

Vivian Ridewood Prizes Jane Bicknell, Martin Burton, David Rae. Bethnal Green Society and Martin Leonard Prizes Keeley AIJen, David Bethell, John

Mossell, Margaret Page, Ian Slaymaker, Pele Watson.

St. Jude's Memorial Prize Wayne Malcolm The Ida Samuels Memorial Prize Junior Frances Thompson Geology Field Studies John Coster The Haugh Prize for distinction at Ordinary Level Susan Robinson The John J acobs Prize for distinction at Ordinary Level Morankinyo Akingbade The Ward Prize for Endeavour Paul Smith The Chairman's Prize Geoffrey Perry The Goode Prize John Coster, Steven Gumbs The Staff Prize Stephen Adshead The Old Raineians' Prize Nico Kaimakami The Parents' Association Prizes Linda Alien, Richard Morgan, The Grier Memorial Prize for Service to the School Adam Groves '"1'ne '"1 ayior Memorial Prize lOT SelV1ce to the School Janet Haywood TheJohn Carr Cup Sanjit Dembla

CULTURAL ACTIVITIES

Drama Senior Sixth Form Cup Winterton

Chess Senior Clark Cup Winterton Junior Clark Junior Cup Foundation

Prose and Verse Aldridge Memorial Trophy Mann

First Year Harvest Festival Poster Competition Winterton

Senior Drama Winterton

Art Competition Winterton

School Work (Credits) Dagger Cup Foundation

House Championship Dorothy Broughton Trophy Winterton (Final House Percentages: Winterton 28.5; Foundation 24.4; Mann 21.5; School 18.6)

H.R.K. Broughton Championship Trophy Winterton (Final House Percentages: Winterson 28.4; School 24.8; Foundation/Mann 22. 11)

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Raymond F. J. Simmons 1931-1984 Ray Simmons, who died this year, first came to work at Raine's as a young man in 1957, teaching in the Languages Department. His career was entirely successful and he progressed to become Head of German and eventually, in 1978, Head of Languages. In 1983 he accepted early retirement, looking forward, as he felt, to long years of tranquillity and enjoyment of life.

The above are the bare facts of his career, and they do at least suggest something of the qualities to which generations of pupils could more eloquently testify: an unassertive but firm belief in long­term commitment, perseverance and the pleasure and fulfilment to be derived from linguistic study and, more simply and accessibly, from ajob well done. Those of us who worked with him - as I did from the beginning of my own employment at Raine's - were constantly impressed, not to say overawed, by the meticulous thoroughness he brought to everything he did. Tangible evidence of this thoroughness, in the form of the lesson notes he passed on, is with us in our teaching every day. The intangible evidence is perhaps more important: he was universally respected by his pupils and colleagues, and so through his example and influence we have come to value and in some degree to emulate his qualities.

"Writing about a dead friend," says Arthur Koestler, "is writing against time, a chase after a receding image." Ray Simmons' death has in a sense taken him out of the realm of happy thoughts and into tragedy and grieving. Yet all the sadness is a part of the sense of loss: his remembered image is still vividly associated with the joyful and humorous experiences we shared as friends and colleagues, and I cannot write an entirely sombre article without being false to my own sense of his spirit as a person, which is what I am trying to capture. His very thoroughness could make him infuriating to work with. Both of us loathed administrative paperwork, but we coped with our phobias in dif­ferent ways: I by postponing dealing with such trivia until the latest possible moment if at all, and Ray by disposing of all paperwork about two years in advance of the "deadline." He often did this by writing my name at the top of his "bits of paper" and then transferring them from his staff-room pigeon-hole to clu tter up mine instead. This is a kind of game which we called "Passing the Bumf" ­and Ray excelled at it. He was also witty, versatile and resourceful at the Great British Pastime of Grumbling, which he elevated into a literary genre. I remember once he was required to invigilate during the kind of Art examination where two pupils are incarcerated for abou t thirty hours in order to produce something not in the least like the Sistine Chapel. He emerged from his invigi­lation and said (with no apology to Sir Winston Churchill): "Never in the field of human boredom has so little been done by so few - and for such a long time"!

He never complained morosely, but always smilingly; he was philosophical and tolerant about other people's inefficiency. There was the time when I accidentally ordered copies of Camus' "L'Etranger" when the set text was "La Peste" - and the time when another member of the Languages Department "tape-recorded" a whole day of C.S.E. orals without depressing the "Record" button properly. Each of us was apprehensive about telling him, but we underestimated him ( and our apprehension would have been less once we knew him better). Though stringent with himself, he was kind and charitable towards other people and their failings. He possessed what many teachers lack - a sense of proportion. I always thought of him as an essentially happy man, and this remains my strongest impression. Certainly he was contented, secure and fulfilled in his personal life, and the joy and serenity he derived from his home and his marriage - the most important part of his life - were an abiding feature of his personality, untouched by the conflicts and turbulence of school.

Ray Simmons' life and time were devoted largely to the task - to the duty, as he saw it - of enhancing the quality of life for others through the medium of knowledge. If the word "vocation" has a true meaning, then I think he truly had a vocation. He will be remembered with love.

Christine Balls, 19.7.84

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Mr. J. Russell - Chief Science Technician, Retired 1984

Jim Russell What were you doing in 1937? Sorry of course you had not been born then. Perhaps your parents had not been born. Well if your grandparents had been in Arbour Square on October 25 1937 they might have seen a 14 year old lad going into Raine's Foundation to begin his first job. Jim Russell had started as ajunior laboratory technician at 62p. a week.

He was with the School when, at the start of the war in September 1939, all the pupils and staff walked to Wapping station to be evacuated to Brighton. The Arbour Square building was left to the Army and Home Guard.

Nine months later Raine's moved to Camberley. Jim, and the rest of the staff and pupils, were taken into the houses of the local people and the School shared the building of Frimley and Camberley County High. Raine's used the building in the afternoon, the other School in the morn­ing. Jim was lucky; he was employed (and paid) by both schools.

Jimjoined the Army in January 1943 and left in May 1946 when the Headmaster, Mr. Dagger, asked him to become Senior Technician. At that time the building contained two separate schools: a boy's school at the south end and a girl's school at the north end. Each school had its own Head Teacher and Staff. The schools were separated by the screens in the hall and on the balcony. The playground had locked gates and woe betide any girl who was caught talking to a boy. Jim was employed by the boy's school, but when the two schools amalgamated in 1964, he became Senior Technician of the joint school.

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The last three years were difficult and painful for Jim and he was forced to retire because of poor health. During his 47 years at Raine's he was an outstanding technician who excelled in every aspect of the work. His involvement was complete, his loyalty total. He gave his time freely and unselfishly to all.

Jim Russell died on 21st July 1984. We will always remember the modest, dignified, unflappable friend who did so much to help us all.

Raine's Foundation Parents' Association Entering the large room, gales of laughter sweep over you from about twenty five people. A voice calls out "Quiet!" and the merriment settles into individual groups of people discussing their own agenda. Is it a political meeting, an audition for would-be comedians; IS it Iasaiah Thoat and his Purity League from Sufference-in-Lower-Midden, Suffolk, or even CND - Campaign For Nicotine Disarmament?

It is none of these things - it is the Executive Committee of Raine's Parents' Association in session!

Raine's Parents' Association is made up of Parents and school staff, who are elected by P.A. members at the yearly A.G.M. meeting in September. If you cannot attend the A.G.M., you are welcome to come along to any of the committee meetings and join there.

The Parents' Association exists to raise funds for the benefit of the pupils and the school. It is not a Parent/Teachers Association.

We meet on a Monday evening, about seven times a year, to plan Dances, Raffles, Jumbles, Fetes and any 'legal' activity to raise "readies" for the coffers.

A lot of work is put in both by parents and by staff to ensure that the standard of activities developed OVe1 the years is maintained.

Parents' Association mem bers provide refreshments at Careers Conventions, School Evenings, Social Activities, School Entertainments and any function where its help may be required. Its members, out collecting Jumble, have been attacked by Alsatians, had stones thrown at them, braved the snow and the rain and enjoyed good fellowship as well as raising money for the school.

What happens to the money we collect? Grants to the school in 1983/84 include:­

March '83 Netball outfits £ 301 69 Computer 172 46

April Shelter for lower school 310 60 Headmaster's Account. 150 00

June Headmaster's Account. 500 00 Rugby Outfits 150 00 Peakes of Bournemouth (fete equipment) 109 84

Oct. '83 Computer £1533 90 Headmaster's Account 100 00 Rugby Kits 210 00 Shelter for lower school 52 75

Feb. '84 Glasses for parents' Assoc. 40 00 Sewing Machines 239 00

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Parents' Association - The Summer Fete at Arbour Square

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Mar. Headmaster's Account Field Trip 600 00 Disco equipment: Mr. Everton 300 00 Insurance 19 50 Basket Ball Kits: Mr. Long 200 00 Chess Clocks 30 00 New Instruments 30 00 Miss O'Regan: Sports Equipment 200 00

As you can see, the grants made valuable contributions to activities which do not have access to all the resources they require. Our children, and the school, benefit as a result.

How can you help?

1. By becoming a member of the Executive Committee.

2. By buying Raffle Tickets.

3. By supporting functions arranged by the P.A.

4. By donating unwanted items and good Jumble to the school. We will collect this provided you lock up your dogs!

5. If you are a very busy person but are able to help just for certain functions we shall be very happy to see you, so come along and see us sometime! (Apologies to Mai West).

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Old Raineians' Association

The Old Raineians' Association is still very much in existence. This coming year there will be a party to say goodbye to the Arbour Square building that holds so many memories for Old Raineians. There will be many other meetings. For details of these, contact the school.

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Biology Field Trip to Abergavenny - May 10th-16th When we arrived at the field centre we got our chunky nora hiking boots and our red water-proof flares. Then we had the president's brain for dinner (spitting image - stuffing).

On the first night, we were worried that a boy from another school was the measlehead and J ane contagiously developed a measle on her eye (how? we ask).

Nights were long .... doing work, field work of course.

One day we were actually allowed to enjoy ourselves, i.e: we went horse riding. Miss Naylor, with her Yoko Ono glasses and hippy attire, climbed confidently onto the horse to find herself on the floor with the saddle. J on did a John Wayne job through the bushes; someone fell off, as Ceri's horse decided to gallop off in the wrong direction.

Talking about horses, Miss Dempsey nearly went over a cliff when she saw a skinny horse.

As the holiday developed, so did the relationships, as Kate (pork scratchings) went after Timose and Reetz after Yogi (RUMOURS!)

Another day we went to the beach. Terry and Jon tried to be trendy dudes and J on was "flash" on the beach in his wellies and green raincoat. Miss Naylor and Miss Dempsey pretended not to look.

A visit to the big pit and the fair made a good end to an enjoyable holiday, for which we would like to thank Miss Naylor and Miss Dempsey.

Ceri Batchelder, L63 Terry Bryan, L63

Bathing the Dog First a cream, 1'r.~n a snou.t-Arms and legs then fly about.

A bit of soap to make it lather, Then the dog got a hold on Father!

Mother screamed and I did too, And dad ended up down the Loo!

Deborah Snow, 4AL

BV Leontis Yianni 1N

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Snowdon - The Trip

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Camping at Snowdon Twenty-seven children, three teachers and one dog were all setting off on a long trip to Snowdon. We arrived at 8.30 a.m. to pack the mini-buses with all our belongings, leaving at about 9.15 a.m.

The journey took about eight hours stopping at service stations along the route. We arrived at Nant Gwynant at about 6 p.m. tired and exhausted still knowing that there were at least two more hours for unpacking the buses and pitching the tents. We had time for exploring before our supper, which consisted of last year's Pedigree Chum and spuds.

Next morning we were all taken to Beddgelert which was about two miles away. We had to go over the hills and marshes to get to our destination, but it was all worth it, because of the ice-creams etc. afterwards. When we got back we had a game of rounders.

Next day it was sunbathing, swimming and lce-creams, because we all went to the beach. There we pl ayed king-ball and another game of rounders!

Day four was the day everybody was looking forward to (well some of us), because we were all going to ascend Snowdon. It was quite hard work, but eventually we made it. We all bought refresh­ments, relaxed and then started back down. We then had to walk back all the way to camp. We all slept soundly that night.

On Friday we were all busy packing up seventeen tents and rucksacks and tidying the camp. At last we arrived back at the Lower School at about 9.45 p.m.

I would like to thank Miss Fuller, Miss Dempsey and Mr. Willett who made this trip possible. John Featherstone, 2R

I Don't Care I don't care, though the tears flow down, I don't care, as the clouds form over, I don't pretend, though the wish is there, I don't care, I do not care.

I don 't care, as you walk away, I don't look, to see if you've gone, I don't move, standing motionless there, I don't care, I do not care.

I don't care, as my heart breaks in two, I don't care, though my life drains away, I don't care, 'cause you're not there, I don't care, I cannot care.

Louise McMillan, 5S

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Ardeche Trip

We set off on a sunny August 10th full of energy and enthusiasm bound for the South of France. After a tiring 24-hour journey, we arrived at Serignan on the Mediterranean to be greeted by our smiling group-leader, Sue. We were shown to our two-man tents, then given a typically French lunch. In the afternoon we were introduced to the Aquatoboggan: a huge, green, 50m water-slide; it was great fun forming chains and accidently-on-purpose kicking the teachers in the head!

On our second day at the Med., we discovered what practical jokers they all were: we were solemnly told that it was too windy to do any sailing, so instead, much to our delight, we could do either rock-climbing or abseiling,or hang-gliding - not one of us thought how flat the surrounding land was. We were advised, as it would be cold high up, to wear woolly jumpers, jeans, and socks over our hands for gloves. We all chose what spons we wanted to do, and set off in our little groups, with string tied to our sun-hats to keep them on, getting some tunny looks from bikini-clothed passers-by. Much to our dismay, we all ended up on the beach to be told by our amused instructors that because of some freak storm, all the rock-climbing equipment had caught fire; the gliders had broken, and so on! Needless to say, dressed in Winter clothing on a hot, sunny beach, we were not amused!

The rest of the time at the Med was taken up with Topper-dinghy sailing, swimming, sun-bathing, snorkeling and a visit to Beziers to do some shopping; however, by far the hardest sport was the windsurfing. Both Mr. J ohnson and Mr. Willett spent shours in the sea trying to help us, but their kindness was soon forgotten when they found swimming up behind you then grabbing your legs, taking you out of your depth and turning you upside down amusing! Jackie Smithers and Mr. Willett started a contest between themselves, as to who could get the other under the water the most times; Mr. Willett being the strong, butch man he is(?!) shot into the lead, and finally won by 10 points to 3 .

Before we knew it, we were off to the Ardeche, which proved to be a sad occasion, with all the Med team waving us off, and a gruelling 24 miles canoeing ahead of us. After a few hours journeying, we all piled off the coach in front of what seemed to be a house in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by forest. We were shovm to the bar, where we were introduced to the instructors, and told about what lay ahead of us. Whilst being told that it was wise to fetch waterproofs, as there were some­times freak storms, water suddenly gushed out from holes in the ground and from sprays on the bar roof. Needless to say, we were all soaked and one girl, who had her chair over a waterhole, got a very big surprise!

The next day, after collecting our paddles and life-jackets, we spent the morning in a little village. Then came the dreaded canoeing; we pulled the canoes down to the water's edge, and with forced smiles, we sat apprehensively in our canoes.

"We'll show you the basic skills further downstream," Shane, our group leader, assured us. Two miles and five killer rapids later, we were taught how to turn round and how to cope if we capsized, although by now many of us had got the hang of the latter! Before we knew it, lunchtime was upon us, and we all eagerly delved into the French sticks and fillings provided. We were then told about a lovely little cave just on the other side of the river, which we could explore. Some ~tayed behind, but some fearlessly went ahead, even when told about the so-called harmless bats! We formed a boy-girl-boy line and cautiously went in; it was pitch blac\<., cold and echoed with hysteri­cal screams. Suddenly there were screams that there was something biting people; chaos broke loose, as soon everybody was getting bitten by the mysterious creatures. Many boys got slapped faces from girls who thought it was them pinching their bums! Fortunately, some brave soul managed to get out, only to discover that it was the PGL instructors lying on the floor, pinching us, not some monster! PGL: 3 Raine's: o. We finally canoed 4 miles that day, 8 the next and 12 on the last day. After the first day's canoeing, the teachers treated us to a meal in a little French restaurant. But unfortunately the weather was very much against us, and it poured down with rain. Many of us didn't have waterproofs, and as we were all dolled up in our best clothes, in order to keep them dry, some-one came up with the idea of wearing black, plastic bin bags as coats! So a bunch of bin bags with little heads peering over the top, set off to the restaurant - we did look tres chic!

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The final two days canoeing were filled with terrifying rapids; even more breath-taking scenery; lots of capsizing and a great deal of laughing. The mad, 60 m.p.h. corner, French coach driver was a real laugh , beebing his hooter along to our singing.

On our last night a fete was held consisting of fortune-telling, spitting ping-pong balls, darts and a disco to finish off. But before we knew it, it was time to put an end to an absolutely brilliant holiday.

A big THANK YOU must be expressed to all the PGL instructors and our teachers: Miss Fuller, Mr. Willet and Mr. Johnson. The holiday was a very memorable one and one we all thoroughly recommend.

Samantha Wright, 5M

The Storm As the waves lashed over the shore,

The people got worried, more and more, The children were running about the town,

Running, running, up and down.

The fathers, the bro thers, out at sea. Nobody's worried for you or me.

It's all for the brothers, the fathers alone Struggling, struggling, oh! How they moan.

"A ship! A ship!" Somebody cries. "There isn't, there isn't, I tell you it's lies!"

Everyone looks out to the storm, Everyone looking so forlorn.

As the night slowly wears on All of the family's gradually gone.

Mothers to kitchens or to their beds. Everyone thinking in their heads:

Will he be home? Will he be home? Please don't leave me on my own.

Early next morning, everyone's sad, The boat was lost, nobody's glad,

For the loss of their lover, Their brother or son.

T'was in this battle, That nobody won.

Joanna Clements, 3A

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The sky follows me increasing speed as I go High above my head.

Peter Ford, IN

Polio Walk The Sixteenth Annual Sponsored Walk was held on the 12th May at East London Stadium; Raine's was again represented mainly by junior pupils who have not previously experienced the rather tedious plodding around the track!

Trophies, awarded as a result of the 1983 Walk, were presented by the Mayor of Tower Hamlets. Congratulations to Samantha Sawyer for raising the largest individual sum - over £90. This contributed substantially towards the 1983 Raine's total of £451. 93.

As always, the British Polio Fellowship is most grateful to all those who participated in the Walk, and to their sponsors.

JB

By Tammy Smith TA

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The House Plavs - Winterton and Foundation

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House Plays The hall was quiet as one of the three external judges of the houseplays, Pat Holloway, from the Guildhall School of Music and Drama, announced the winners of the competition in reverse order.

In equal third place were Mann and School.

Mann's play 'Seconds Out' was produced by Thoweetha Shaah and John Coster. The story, set in a dirty, old cottage, involves a dead man's first and second wives spending a week together. One with­out speaking and the other without arguing (sounds difficult). Matters are complicated by a visiting Gypsy and a nosy neighbour. With only seconds to go, even under supervision, both break the con­ditions of the will, but still receive their inheritance.

Judges' comments:

The set was unimaginative and the lines were well learnt but a bit fast.

School's play 'Home is the hunted' was a typical home set where the Mother of the family caused a big "titter" from the audience as did the mother-in-law. Both the daughters slopped around the house while their father was constantly hiding from the police. The effect certainly caused uproar and the play was a lot of fun.

Judges' comment:

The play was very funny but the set could have been arranged better. The lines were rushed but there were some good ideas e.g. drag.

Foundation were second with their play 'Knocking at the door' produced by Linda Allen and Steven Gumbs. In the play a henpecked husband and a nagging wife are bombarded by intruders, at the front door. The play was written by Mr. Major depicting a typical day with comic side effects.

Judges' comments:

The set and costumes were excellent and the songs and the performance were very impressive. The play had a nice dream aspect which seemed to turn ordinary life into a nightmare! As screams flew across the hall the winners Winterton were announced. The play called 'The Pied

Piper' was prod uced by Rebecca Rippin, John Morgan and Geoffrey Perry. It was a modern version of the old legend, with the 'Rats' being replaced by a pop-group and the Pied Piper by aJ.R. stereo­type talent spotter. The comedy was added by the councillors and the housewives which made the whok play captivatingly hilarious.

Judges' comments:

A well deserved winner as the set, costumes and characters were fabulous and the whole play was very well produced.

All the plays had a lot of work put into them by pupils and teachers and a big thank you should be given to all those taking part in the plays and also to the judges Pat Holloway, Mr. Waters and Mrs. King.

Terry Bryan, Penny Gardiner

Love Love is a pool of water, In a dry desert land, Then you find it to be a mirage, Once again it's turned to sand.

TelTY Pryer, 5R

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Aladdin The play was a great success and went very well on all three nights, but especially well on Friday because the audience were wonderful, joining in with everything.

For those of you who didn't come (where were you?) here is an outline of the action. Aladdin (Nigel Gore) was deeply in love with the princess (Laura Dervin). Because of his (so-called) passion· ate love he got himself into a lot of trouble with the police (Abigail Wiggins and Samantha Sawyer) who cracked the corniest jokes in the show (believe me, they were corny). In charge of them was the frightening Sherman Telford as the Vizier with his son, James Doherty. The most powerful person was the Empress (Vicky Ansell) and even the very large emperor (J ohn Mossell) was fright­ened of her (that was the reason for calling her his little Chinese flower). Aladdin's sister was Wishee Washee (Deborah Watts), a bit of a dope, so she didn't have to act too much! Widow Twankey (Joanne Free) was turned into the prettiest mother in the whole of China, proving this by her stripper routine (eat your hearts out those of you who weren't there!) The great Abanazar (Rachel Wallace) and her evil assistant (Sharon Grant) were thoroughly evil, although there was nearly a disaster on the first night when Sharon tripped over a wire and knocked everything flying! (But with Sharon around, who can be serious?) Abanazar tried to make the princess her slave, but the Genie of the lamp (Margaret Page) and the Genie of the ring (N atasha Gordon) saved the day and the princess.

At the end of one of the performances Debbie Watts threw chocolates into the audience, and succeeded in nearly knocking out one of the musicians specially imported from the Upper School. Miss O'Regan was seen brandishing an axe on stage, and Miss Fuller forgot to put out the custard pies for Sherman Telford.

Because it was a super production we would iike to thank Miss Fuller and Miss O'Regan for helping to make it a super show (they both admit laying eggs on all three nights) and also Mr. Major for the sound effects (hope Laura's not stilI waiting for the trumpets!) We would like to thank our lighting engineer, Mr. Philpotts, and Miss Eggleston for the songs; despite all her hard work in the singing lessons in 'Uptown Girl' we stilI managed to sing the first verse three times! We would like to thank Mr. Groves for his help with the video and Richard Green and John Wilson for the taped music, not forgetting Steven Everton, David Hermitt and Laurence Page who were our live musicians. We would like to thank all the people who put a lot of hard work into the show, including the cast.

KelIy Bouvier Deborah Watts, 2N

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Aladdin - The Play

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Annie Get Your Gun

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Annie Get Your Gun A week to go and still scripts were being used. The cast were running around (rather dancing) fran­tically trying to learn Indian chants!

Thursday came and the performance was much better than we had ever expected it to be. Charac­ters were excellently played by Terry Bryan and J ason Paprocki as Annie and Frank. Other princi­pals included Ceri Batchelder, Diane Beves, Henry Sewell, Terry Webber , Robert Howard-Perkins, Paul Kloss and John Rodmell who all gave excellen t performances.

The climax came late in the first act when Paul Kloss gave a startling performance during the Indian chant.

The cowboys, Indians and other chorus members brought inspiration to the rest of the cast especially Ellen, Sian, Vicky and Penny who couldn't keep their hands off J ason! (calm down Ellen!)

The dances were rehearsed and performed with great enthusiasm (?) Especially the one by "Hot Gossip" i.e. John Rodmell, Paul Kloss and Robert Howard-Perkins. Celebrations went on after Saturday's performance although Robert Howard-Perkins had a little trouble getting on the bar stool (try using a step-ladder next time Rob!) The next morning sweet melodies could be heard drifting downstairs - it was Mr. J ones! (withdrawal symptoms).

Many thanks to all the cast including the "children" - Jenny Hewitt, Rachel Kendall , Angela Perry and Spencer Snaith. Also the third year girls, 6th form boys and girls who all stayed behind school for so many long hours.

Finally many thanks to all members of staff without whom this play would not have been possible. Miss Jackson for the music, Mrs. Auerbach, Mr. Johnson, Mr. Wilson, Mrs. Maskell, Mr. Major, Mr. J ones and Ms Russell.

Terry Bryan, Penny Gardiner, L63

Report of the New School

Next Whitsun, the school will move to its new building in Bethnal Green. Plans have already begun for the luxurious new 6th Form area, as a group of 5th and L6th formers discovered, when we visited Mr Scott (education equipment officer) in Kennington. When we arrived we were dazzled by the range of furniture that was available for the 6th form area. Choosing the colour scheme and furniture to suit everybody was a hard task, but finally a compromise was reached.

The many shades of brown, rust and beige, which were chosen for furniture, walls and curtains, certainly matched well on paper! We were also surprised to see such modern plans for the building. There will be a large common room, a balcony, a workroom, seminar rooms and a bar (no alcohol, of course) - it's the kitchen area, surrounded by stools. Amazingly the bar will (hopefully) be supplied with a Baby Belling, a small fridge, a kettle, cutlery and crockery. The furniture is much improved with rust and dark brown armchairs and coffee tables, which add to the comfort. We even managed to convince them of the need of plant pots lwe have to supply our own plants though).

Hopefully it will be as lavish as it sounds! Terry Bryan L63

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Summer EntertainDlent '84 12th, 13th and 14th July

ORDINEX

On the twelfth, thirteenth and fourteenth of July .the Lower Schoo l set their minds to doing their entertainment '84.

On Thursday night, which was the first night, the act ing wasn't bad at all, except for a few mista kes, but I don't think that anybody in the audience noticed a t all. Apart from that the night went very well.

On Friday night the acting was good. All the mistakes from the previous night were put right. There was only one thing and that was tha t people from the audience laughed a lot, and thi s made the cast laugh too. Still this made the audience enjoy their 'evening in'! On Friday, Denise Dent , who was in 'Off the Beach' was not well enough to act and the staff didn't want to spoil the night for such a good audience with a good atmosphere, so J ayne Peters, of form 1 R, was asked to act her part ­without any preparation at all. All the people who saw J ayne Peters, must have thought that she acted very well. Well done Jayne!

On Saturday, the last but by no means the least night, it was terrific. The singers sung their best, which hopefully left Miss J ackson going home happy and contented. I think that Saturday night was the best night. We had a really good audience. They were terrific and couldn't have been better.

To all the cast - you went brilliant I don't know how yo u do it. I've got to admit that Mr Bocker was a good Guy! (and you can shut-up for a start, J ane Bolton!):

We give most of our gratitude to: Mr Major for "An Evening-in " , "Tramps" and the so und system; to Miss Fuller for "Package Holiday" and helping with scenery; to Miss Borland and Miss Leach for "Down Your Way"; to Miss O'Regan for organising her "Legs and Feet Crew"; to Mr. Philpotts for the lighting; to Mr Groves for the filming; to Miss J ackson for her music and the Musi cians, and to the stage crew for helping with the scenery and prompting; to the cast of all the plays, and the 'Parents' Association' for serving tea and orange Juice. I'm sure the staff would also like to thank all those whom I have not mentioned who helped to complete the Entertainment in some way or other.

Dorothy Chunda, 2S

The Haunted Wood The night's bitter chill and the silence of the misty wood surrounded the house. Ghostly moans could be heard or was it imagination? Dark had come down hours before but the stillness made the darkness seem eerie and strange. Ghostly figures seemed to dance around the trees and the stately old house, or were they just shadows of the night?

One single gust of wind made the blind of the window of the house bang against the frame. Creaks came from inside the house. The house was old and grey and was completely made of wood. The tall dark silhouette of the house made it seem haunted. In the day, the house looked evil and blood­curdling, but at night the house was a mysterious graveyard. Who could help but shake and shiver at the sight of this wood, this place of death? This indestructible setting could be a trap, and a place of gruesome violence no human could possibly produce. Who could imagine such a thought like this? Is it true what they say about this place or is it just a blood-thirsty lie? Strange, can you hear the beast in a tantrum or is that just the trees? This phantom house haunts the human race, they must find a way out but it's too late. Running through tree and bush, searching, demanding a way through this desolate land of insane beasts. But there is no way out, a lthough they have tried and tried, the unfortunate people have lives destined to be filled with HORROR.

Suzanne Archer, lE

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"Package Holiday", Music and "Tramps"

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"Ordinex" - The Summer Entertainment "Down Your Way ", "Evening In", "Off the Beach" and Music .

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They will always love you Leaves depend on trees. Trees ac t like parents, Unti l children reach maturity. They need to be safe and secure .

Parents are pests, Irritating and indestructible Too serious Always shouting, telling off Always correct Guiding you, teaching you Feel they hate you, but always "love you"

They lead you through life You depend on them Yet you are ignoran t of this When trouble comes they're always there T hey shadow your life Guiding you, teaching you .... punishing you F eel they hate you, bu t always "love you"

The alttumn wind gushes past The leaves are swept from the parents Some are scared Struggle to stay Others fly away happily.

Fed up , you leave them You struggle to live Problems capture your life You realise your mistake Ashamed Feel they will hate you, but they will "always love you"

Fed up, you leave them You struggle to live Problems capture your life You realize your mistake Ashamed Fed they will hate you, bu t they will "always love you"

Dora Kaimakami, 5M

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Music Recital at Bethnal Green Library

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Music Report This year has seen one or two innovations which have given some of the instrumentalists oppor­tunities to perform. In school, there have been some performances at Friday Assemblies, an Instru­mental Recital took place in the Concert Hall at Bethnal Green Library in February, including items for Violin, Cello, Recorder, Guitar, Flute, Clarinet solo, and in various ensembles; and the Wind Ensemble has played at the Chapel at Hackney Hospital for the Sunday Service on two occasions.

The Annual school events of Prize Day and Founder's Day included contributions by the Wind Ensemble, and the Carol Service singing was accompanied by John Wilson at the organ, and the Wind Ensemble. Also at Christmas time, a group of singers and the wind players performed carols at Whitechapel Station in connection with the local Rotary Club, to raise money for the London Hospital.

This year's musical show was a lively production of "Annie Get Your Gun" with Terry Bryan as Annie, Jason Paprocki as Frank Butler, and Paul Kloss as a magnificent Indian Chief. Mrs. Auerbach trained the dancers, and showed endless patience with the many who appeared to have two left feet! Next term plans are afoot to produce "Oliver".

The Tower Hamlets' String Scheme has been functioning for a few years now, so that we now get a sprinkling of violinists and cellists coming from Primary Schools. One of the first form violinists, John Shurety, and two cellists, Simon Carter and Scott Bouvier , were fortunate enough to go to Sweden to take part in some concerts. Also in connection with the scheme, a concert was arranged at the Queen Elizabeth Hall in July, in which John and Simon again played, and also Mandy Daltrey (piano ).

Several of the Senior pupils have taken part in holiday courses for Bands and Orchestras, and when the London Schools Symphonic Band gave a very successful concert in the Festival Hall, Geoffrey Perry, Richard Green and Sarah Judd were among its members. The same players were invited to perform at a special Tribute to a previous ILEA drama organiser at the Jeanetta Cochrane theatre, and their playing was greatly appreciated. Last Autumn the Wind Ensemble took part in a Musical Evening at a Headmasters' Conference.

In the Junior Building there are often some unusual combinations of instruments to be heard. The unlikely combination of John -Featherstone, flute, Sam Bentley, tuba and Charmaine Kerridge, piano, played for some of the pupils from Beatrice Tate School, at a special festival at County Hall in April.

It is pleasing that so many more children now have the opportunity to learn an instrument, and the visiting instrumental teachers deserve praise for their hard work and encouragemen t, but we still await the appearance of a school orchestra!

Gwynneth J ackson

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In the Year 2025 By the year 2025 the world had suffered several nuclear wars. During one of these such wars, all the countries, except the United States of America and the United Kingdom, had been blown to bits. Oniy rubble and earth remained in little islands in the sea where the countries had been. The world had by now come too close to the sun and so parts of the world were being burnt away. The governor of the U.K. and the governor of the U.S.A. held an urgent conference as to what should be done.

"We could blow the sun up, "calmly suggested Mr. A. Brown, the governor of the U.K.

"What?" exploded Mr. M. j ones, his opponent. "It's preposterous!"

"Of course it isn't," argued A. Brown.

"It's impossible!" stated M. j ones, "and that's a fact!"

"No it's not," insisted ArchiHald, "my top-class scientists at Sellafield think it would be possible to blow the sun up wi th nuclear weapons."

"But if it does succeed, what would we do about heat and light? The oil and gas supplies under the sea are fast running out and no new fields have been discovered for years! We must think of the fu ture you know," said Mathias.

"Oh I've already thought of that," replied Archibald airily, with a wave of his hand.

"You have?" cried Mathias incredulously, "You seem to have thought of everything!"

"My dear boy," boasted Archibald, "when you get to my age you do get a bit wiser."

"Oh!" was all poor Mathias could say.

"Anyway," continued Archibald," as I was saying. My scientists have concocted a mixture of minerals and chemicals and have made an everlasting supply of heat and light. They've been working on it for years and now they've finally come up with the answer. We can get rid of the sun, any time we want".

"Oh!" Mathias was completely bemused.

So the plans went ahead and on the 3rd of june, 2025, the sun was eventually blown up. It was a complete success, the only drawback being that now the sun was gone the earth stopped revolving and Isaac Newton's theory about gravity was forgotten because, now the world no longer revolved, there was no gravity.

Everyone in the U.S.A. and the U.K. lived in large modern self-contained cities. The air outside was contaminated and not safe to breathe. It was filtered before it entered the cities. There had been moments of panic when the sun was blown up as the earth stopped revolving, gravity went and everyone sailed up into the air, but order was soon restored and workmen were hired to fix every­thing in everyone's house so that everything wouldn't float up into the air. The children loved this new sense of freedom but old people hated it. Gravity boots (like the boots divers wear at the bottom of the sea) were issued so you didn't have to swim in the air if you didn't want to. It had been a nightmare to housewives in the few days before these boots were issued. I mean, imagine trying to hoover a carpet when you and the hoover wouldn't stay on the ground!

The Smith's lived in London, in Block R. Each city had about 26 blocks of flats. They each were named after a letter of the alphabet. There were six Smiths. Rose and Hugh Smith and their four children, Medusa,julius, Theophilus and Neptune. Their ages were 14,13,11 and 10.

There were no cars or lorries. Each family owned a bubble car instead. They flew just above the ground and looked just like a car, except that there were no wheels and the car was bubble-shaped. Hugh Smith worked at the local air garage. There were no airports as there were no aeroplanes or heli cop ters.

Rose Smith worked at a computorised robot fadory which made robots to do washing up and other household chores. Each family owned at least on~ robot and the Smiths were no exception.

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Medusa and Neptune went to the local girls' school. Boys' and girls' schools ran from 8 am. until five pm., Monday to Saturday. Julius and Theophilus went to the local boys' school , which was next door to the girls' school which Medusa and Neptune attended .

A law had been passed that everyone must go to church and the punishment for breaIGng the law was a few months in prison. The Olympics were still going strong and the next one was due to be held in 2028 in Los Angeles. The US.A. tended to win the gold medals as their athletes were nor­mally of a better standard than the UK. 'so Most children owned a pedal buggy. They were very similiar to their parent's bubble cars except that they weren ' t motorised, but were driven by pedals. It was as common to see children in pedal buggies as it is now to see children on bicycles. There was no such thing as swimming anymore because if you wore your gravity boots in the pool then you'd sink and if you didn't you'd float up into the air and anyway the water couldn't be kept in the pool. Because the schools' didn't finish until five there was no homework. The children led quite an easy life and every two weeks they would have a day off. They learnt the same subjects as we do, except that they learnt R.S. on Sunday in their Bible classes.

It was 6.00 am. and the alarm went off in Medusa's bedroom. At the same time it was going off in all the other bedrooms. It came through loudspeakers and Betsy, the Smiths' robot, was talking into it in the kitchen.

"Hugh! Rose! Medusa! Julius! Theo! Neptune! It's six o'clock and time to wake up".

Throughout the flat moans and yawns echoed as the family woke up. Normally each member of the family read a book during the half hour before they had to get up. At 6.30 sharp Betsy spoke through the loudspeaker again. "6.30 am. Time to get up. Breakfast as usual at 7.00. Rota for the bathroom as follows: Julius, Rose, Hugh, Neptune, Medusa," said Betsy in her metallic voice.

"Ooh! it's not fair! Last again!" moaned Mudusa.

"Don't forget I can hear you as well through your loudspeaker. Don't grumble!" came Betsy's voice.

"I apologise," said Medusa.

At 7.00 everyone was dressed and sitting in the kitchen, except Medusa.

"Dear, dear, last again," Hugh said as Medusa came in.

"Don't be cross, Dad", said Neptune, "I took a bit too long so Medusa didn't have enough time. See, she's still got soap on her nose."

"Have I? " asked Medusa, rubbing her nose. 7.30 and everyone was ready to leave for work or school. Medusa gave Neptune a lift to school in her pedal buggy because Neptune's was broken. Hugh dropped Rose off at her factory in the bubble car before going to the air garage. Julius and Theo went in their pedal buggies to school.

"Thanks for sticking up for me at breakfast," said Medusa to Neptune.

"That's all right. It was my fault anyway," replied Neptune.

"It's just that Betsy always puts my name last on the rota."

"She doesn't do it deliberately. She does do it fairly."

By this time they had reached the school so Medusa parked her buggy in the buggy park and she and Neptune went into school. Medusa was in Form 3P and her first lesson on the Monday morning was an hour's metal work. Her class were designing a household robot each.

At 4.00 Medusa was sitting in her classroom wishing that school was over. At the front of the class­room was the rather elderly English teacher who was rather inclined to drone on and on. At the time she was droning on about punctuation and Medusa, and nearly all the rest of the class, were not paying the slightest bit of attention.

"Only another forty minutes to go", murmured Medusa to her friend, Zeus, whom she shared a desk with.

"Forty minutes!" groaned Zeus, "Oh I wish she'd shut up. No one's listening!"

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"Right," said Miss Nobbs and everyone pretended they'd been paying attention all the time she'd been talking. "Now what I want you to do is write about page 66 and .... ".

"Here we go again," said Medusa.

At 5.00 Medusa was waiting outside the school for Neptune.

"vVhere've you been?" she asked when Neptune finally arrived.

"We were kept in", Neptune answered.

"Oh. You's never guess how boring a lesson we've just had," said Medusa.

"I can imagine," replied Neptune, "You've just had English. I can tell."

"It's the Olympics on the telly today", said Medusa as she was looking at the paper when they got home.

"Oh, is it?" asked Neptune, "I'll switch it on."

"It says in the paper here that forty-one years ago the Olympic games were also held in Los Angeles. That was before the nuclear wars started, wasn't it?" asked Medusa.

"Mmm. I wonder what it was like then?" said Medusa, thoughtfully,

"Yes, I wonder?" replied Medusa. Frances Thompson, 2J

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Holidays Children - the epitome of everything I dislike most in this otherwise bearable vale of tears. This is no exaggeration, merely a bare unembroidered fact, and one which my contemporaries seem to find immeasurably difficult to force down the alimentary canal of belief. Our opinions differ so violently I am almost led to believe that children metamorphose according to whose eye regards them. Others perceive sweetly-smiling angels in what appear to me to be no more than a bevy of demonic imps bent fiendishly on the destruction of my exceptionally valuable Ming vase (not that I possess a Ming vase - but if I did, they would most certainly make a beeline for it!). Some of the more misguided even drool over babies ensconced almost to the point of invisibility in off-white shawls over which they in turn are drooling - unbelievable! In view of this attitude it will become easily apparent why what should have been an idyllic fortnight far from the roaring metropolis, rapidly deteriorated into what seemed to me to be little more than a clip hom an unusually garish Spielberg production of Dante's 'Inferno'.

My first emotions on viewing the minuscule village in Sussex, where I was to stay, were ones of sheer delight. The whole thing looked like Eden specially adapted for a temperate climate, and with an unmistakable English flavour thrown in to enrich the vista. The landscape comprised shallow hills curling into each other, waving gTaciously into the far horizon or huddling cosily against each other, covered in thick agricultural velvet. Charming they may have looked, but I must admit they were agony to climb! The cottage was as near to a fully traditional thatched as makes precious little difference, furnished comfortably, if a little shabbily, and with about as many "mod-cons" as could be expected.

It was the neighbours I was worried about. I peered at the adjoining cottages apprehensively - one up for sale, the other occupied by an elderly lady whose only attempts at welcome were gracious inclinations of the head whenever she happened to catch sight of us_ Perfect - I knew my parents would promptly sleep the holiday away, and that left me free from all interference to roam and potter as I desired.

Alas, I had forgotten the village hall. A modern building directly opposite built on the same lines as the geriatric centre which housed most of the indigenous population, I expected no surprises to spring from its innocent doors to ruin my weeks . So my consternation may well be imagined when, on the first morning of my sojorn, the doors spewed forth vast hordes of Brownies, also on their summer holiday - and all set to ruin mine. My emotions as my eye glared upon those brown clots were somewhat akin to Job's on being told that some Chaldeans of dubious repute had walked off with his prize camels. Brownies, forsooth!

Their main activities consisted of skipping and ball games in front of the village hall - doubtless very exciting, if they all were possessed of pea-sized brains. But some of them seemed to feel that they were above this infantile behaviour. The climax came one day as I returned from an unusually arduous hike. My hair had just the week before been butchered by a hairdresser, who I am sure had Sioux ancestry, judging by the way he repeatedly tried to scalp me, I was attired in a nondescript and enormous pair of jeans and my father's baggiest pullover and looked generally unkempt. As I passed the village hall and turned in through the cottage gate two despicable children ot eight or so goggled at me with lopsided leers I icily ignored. Walking down the garden path I heard a giggle and, "Cor, 'e's nice, inne?" I quelled an almost overwhelming impulse to beat the pair into a mess even their Brown Owl would be unable to recognise, and shut the door. Next time I went out, I was dressed in a skirt and very feminine blouse -let them think what they might!

Then the benighted infants took to running round to the back of the house. The garden plots were open and an alley ran the length of the row of houses, and whenever I went out of the door I would find Brownies festering in the gardens like boll-weevils in among a planter's best cotton crop. They were not actually trespassing so there was little I could do to purge the place without being prose­cuted for grevious bodily harm. Much disgruntled, I bore with their presence until my eyes suddenly alighted on my flute ensconced in its box on the sideboard - I had brought it away with me deluding myself that I would practise for once in my life, and of course had left it where I put it at the start of the week without once considering giving it a blow. Now though ...

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I assembled it carefully and selected a book of studies calculated to strain even James Galway's aptitude. Carefully stationing myself before an open window downstairs by the back garden I began to play. The pieces were alJ excruciatingly high and soon the concentration of Brownies decreased appreciably. Much encouraged I continued with my efforts until an hour later the garden was empty and I had woken even my parents.

Once was not enough. Like voracious mosquitoes the Brownies returned every afternoon and every afternoon I puffed frantically into my flute until they were all driven away again by the hideous racket. Many who knew my prowess on the said silvered pipe would have been forced to admit "This was her finest hour" - two hours' practice a day make no end of improvement. But the effect on the children dwindled to nothing by the second week - perhaps next year I'll take a trumpet or violin instead!

Susan Robinson, 5R

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100 Years Before Love There was only one thing wrong with being a girl in prehistoric times, and that was the boys!

"Grunt, grunt snort, buffle, grunt, burp"

"Oh Trog, you say the sweetest things! If only I could understand them."

Oono and Trog were members of the stick people.

"Stick people are a great tribe as big as trees, as tall as trees, and as tough as trees"

"Unfortunately as thick as them too"

"Oh here comes Uggi"

"There's Oono. She's pretty - really pretty. She makes me feel so, so Oh its so tough finding a word for love in our language . I just can't describe how much I .... how much. I ... oh oh it's no use! "

Uggi is a member of the stone people tribe, and that's no bundle of laughs either . ... "There's a fly in my soup mum"

"Don't blame me. Father's the hunter. I only cook what he brings home."

SOME TIME LATER ....

"There's Uggi again. I wish he wasn't so shy. I know he's a stone person, but I wish he was a little bolder! I like him"

Unfortunately the stick people and the stone people were sworn enemies.

"That's the last time I'm going down to that water hole again!"

Right now Oono has another problem on her mind.

"I don't care! You're not going out with your hair in that mess"

"Why did you cut it so short anyway?"

"Well life is such a drag with long hair. Look at him dragging her by her hair"

"But long hair is traditional. What will Trog say?"

"That doesn't matter. I'm not seeing Trog anymore"

"Wh .. What .. but why not?"

"He's a brute. Last night he formed a youth club and hit me over the head with it!"

"But Trog's father is an important stick person. He's manager of the tribe and you're Trog's chosen one. What don't you like about him?"

"He's dirty, smelly, rude, spotty, stupid and covered in great globs of animal grease ."

"But those are his good points! What is it you don't like about him?"

"He reminds me of a piece of wood sinking in a smelly, dirty, slimy swamp."

"O.K., so he's stick in the mud, but you'll just have to put up with it."

"No, I'm through with him. I'm going to choose my own boyfriend."

Of course that could only mean one thing.

"Get out then, and never ever come back again ."

"Good riddance! I don't care."

"But I do care. I don't think Uggie's ever noticed me, so I'm doomed to wander forever in the wil· derness alone! Of course it could be worse. Trog could have come with me. Oh well, here goes"

But, before she got very far ....

"Oono what are you doing here?"

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"Oh I've been banished from my tribe so I thought I'd roam the wilderness alone."

"But the wilderness is full of wild animals like them Brontosauruses, Tyranosauruses, giant lizards, spiders and snakes!"

"If you're trying to cheer me up you're not doing too good!"

"Please don't go. Stay here with me. I'll take care of you and look after you."

"Why should you?"

"Because I'm, oh I can't say it."

"Yes you can."

"No I can't. Honestly I can't, you see we don't have a name for love."

"Yes, that is a bit of a problem."

"I know: the wise one! He'll tell us."

"Come on. I know his address: Mud Swamp, just past Rocky Hill."

And so they found the wise one Gonk . ...

"Hello, Gonk. How is your dictionary?"

"Terrible - How can I invent a dictionary when nobody's invented the alphabet yet?"

"I'm sorry but we want your help. We haven't a word for love in our language."

"Mmmm, that's a toughie."

"Wait - I have it. Why not use the word love?"

"Brilliant - you've done it again, oh wise one."

"Now I can tell you Oono. I love you."

"Umm, are you sure he's the wisest person in your tribe?"

It seemed so because suddenly ....

"Did you hear that he loves a stick person? TRAITOR! TRAITOR! YOU'RE BANISHED FROM OUR TRIBE!"

"Well we.'ll have to join the happiness tribe where we'd be away from all the tribes ."

And that's what happened. They lived in the land of happiness and lived, maybe not ever after, but at least in my story.

THE END Melanie Simpson, IS

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Shopping On one cloudy dark afternoon Mrs. O'Reilly took her four-y ear-old son shopping, but to her surprise it started pelting down with rain. The rain swept across the roads as the cars were skidding and the sound of its pitter patter became harder on the dozen or so umbrellas in sight. As Jason kept moaning about every shop they saw Mrs. O'Reilly became restless, but she knew she had to get Jason his uniform for he was starting his primary school two days later. Mrs. O'Reilly also had to get some clothes for the coming winter. She only had a skirt, aj.umper, and a pair of jeans on. She was absolutely freezing. As Roman Road seemed to stretch out ten miles longer than before they at last came to a shop.

Mrs . O'Reilly and Jason entered the shop door. They noted plenty of dis­plays like grey and black jumpers. They also noticed two old women nagging at the shop assistant about the prices of shoes. All Mrs. O'Reilly could hear was, "When I was a kid, shoes were nothing compared to the prices these days," and ended up watching one of the old women smacking the young shop assistan t across the head with her plastic carrier bag.

Jason said,. "Mum, see that?" and he started laughing. The assistant gave Mrs. O'Reilly a dirty look as he helped himself off the floor.

The man who owned the shop looked smart. He had short brown hair, and was about five feet ten inches tall with a nice pair of black leather shoes, a pair of Farrah black trousers and a fashioned shirt and jumper that ·was a mixture of black and white. Mrs. O'Reilly asked the man if he had any jumpers that would fit Jason. After the man showed Jason a nice plain black jumper he replied, "Ugh, that's horrible. I don't like it." Mrs.O'Reilly apologised for what Jason said and told him to shut up. Then she asked the price of the jumpers. The man said "Six pounds," so she bought two whilst J ason was complaining that he was bored. Then they entered the shoe store which had all different kinds of shoes.

J aso n said to the man in the shop, after he showed him some black shoes, "} hate you! I hate youl I want to go home to my dad. I hate you and your stupid shop!" Then Jason's mum slapped him round the head. Jason started crying straight away. Then the shop assistant said to the boy, "Good, you deserved that smack." Wildly J ason kicked the man in the head as he bent down to pick up his pen. But in temper the man hit the young pest in the face and knocked him to the ground. Mrs. 0 'Reilly grabbed J ason's hand and took him to the nearest police station in Bethnal Green road.

Ten minu tes later, the police arrived at the shop and took the shop assistan t by the arm and dragged him into the police car. When they arrived at the station they were questioned and an hour later they were both freed as the boy agreed to forget all about it. Although Mrs. O'Reilly was not at all pleased with the decision to let the shop assistant go, she ended up getting all her shopping and J ason ended up getting a nice uniform that he liked. They got a number eight bus back to where they lived in Brick Lane, Bethnal Green Road. The rain had only just stopped when they got home. It was definitely a wet day that turned dry in the end.

Darren Turner, IN

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Art Department During the Autumn Term, we were pleased to have the assistance of Mr Stephen Mulligan, as he followed his course of teacher training. His ambitious 3-dimensional projects came as quite a revelation to his pupils, and he also organised some penetrating studies of the local environment. We thank him for his efforts and wish him a successful future.

Apart from some sketching sessions outside the classroom, visits have been fewer than we would have wished because of staff commuting between Arbour Square and Bethnal Green. An afternoon visit to the Geffrye Museum did, however, provide some useful background material for the group of 4th, 5th and 6th formers who attended.

A larger number of pupils entered for the public examinations this year, and several sixth formers have already been offered places on advanced Art courses. These include Pam Hopkins, who will be starting at Camberwell School of Art, Manik Rahman (Barking) and William Geiger. We wish them well in their courses.

Paul Anderson has successfully completed his first year at East Ham College, and reports that although the course is demanding, he discovered that his Art studies at Raine's provided him with a firm foundation.

Art Club meetings have been difficult to arrange this year, but a new venture was undertaken by way of partial compensation. This took the form of an inter-house Art Competition. Although the entry was quite small, the quality of the work was of a high standard. The final results were: 1. Winterton 2. Mann 3. Foundation 4. School Particular Congratulations to William Geiger, the individual winner.

We are pleased to learn that Mark Waxham (ex St. Jude's) has been accepted on aB. A. (Hons.) Graphics course at Bradford.

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Textiles Department 'A' level Textiles is hardly a subject much spoken about in Raine's; this year was the first year that the subject has been studied at Advanced Level.

The syllabus is varied; topics ranged from the historical aspects of fashion, through to printing and weaving, and of course pattern drafting.

It is a must for anyone thinking of going into the competitive world of fashion and design; combined with that it has helped me get a place at Art college next year.

I would like to thank Ms Fuller and her skilful guiding hand (?), her getting us through the past year, and also many thanks to Mr. ] ones who, doing his best David Bailey impersonation, took the photo­graphs of my final outfits; and before you pass comment, yes I know I'm too short to be a model!

Pamela Hopkins, U6

Textiles At the end of an industrious and creative year I sit and have some difficulty choosing which of the many photographs of pupils and their work to enter in the magazine. First years mastering the sewing machines, second years silk screen printing, third years constructing garments or the fourths, fifths, sixth attacking their examination course work? Everyone has worked hard and deserves a place. However, I wish to send the department's special good wishes to Pamela Hopkins and Deborah Barnett, the school's first 'A' level candidates in this subject area. Secondly, heartfelt thanks to the Parents' Association for purchasing for our use a second overlocker enabling the pupils to make garments with a far more professional finish.

]. A. Fuller

At the Geffrye Museum After being crammed in Miss Fuller's car and then having to wait for the other two-thirds of the party to arrive (they went by f06t, a wise choice!) we finally entered the museum. We collected stools and were ushered through the museum to a small room at the far end. Here we sat and listened. The first period of history we learnt abou t was the Edwardian era. The role of women before suffragettes, Emily Pankhurst and the First World War. Our lecturer needed someone to dress up; Kay happily volunteered(?). After she had been dressed up in the appropriate costume we attempted to draw her with some disastrous results. See what she did look like in the photos!

Our stay in the Edwardian period ended and we carried our stools up a flight of stairs to sit in the middle of a 1930's living room. Kay being the most petite of our party became the model again and was transformed into a working lady of the 1930's. Our lecturer told us all about the woman's role after the vote and the war that so changed their life-style. Miss FuUer was doing her impression of David Bailey taking shots of poor Kay again and us attempting to draw. A visit to remember.

Deborah Newton, 4F

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Chess When asked to write this report, I thought I'd write of all the things the club had achieved, but then I learnt that it had to be a reason able length report and so this is what I came up with.

As is now tradition, the school entered the Sunday Times National Chess Tournament an d, as is now tradition, we made an early but unforgettable exit.

I must briefly comment on Steven Everton's selection for county chess; by the way Steve thanks for the money for my budgie 's operation!!?

After this minor setback, we thought we would do batt le with Morpeth, and wasn't that a match! Was it a match? Yes it was.

Unfortunately (or fortunately as the case may be) we were unable to field our stro ngest side but we had a good chance here to give experience to our players from the Bethnal Green building; it also gave a chance to the newcomer at the Arbour Square building: David Murphy. The match turned (in their favour naturally) and we were under some pressure. A lot, of course, hinged on our top boards and Gary Trew came through well; now everything seemed up to David. After some stimulating, exciting play even the cool, calm David Murphy had to submit to the three foot, eleven year old first year. Luckil y we did just manage to win the match.

Steven Everton, Gary Trew and Terry Webber entered the North London junior event and all came out with creditable merit.

The whole team worked hard, and sort of succeeded, to peak for the United Kingdom Open (sounds impressive, eh?)

This year, fortunately, er sorry unfortunately, Mr. j ones wasn't able to participate and the team concealed their bitter, bitter disappointment well!!? This setback overcome, the team went effici­ently about their business??!

After three gruelling days of competition, I'm pleased to say the school came out ... ... oh yes, and all received book prizes.

After this trivial event the next major event was the house chess. What an upset there was this year with Winterton coming in, from nowhere, from out of the blue, quite unexpectedly to snatch first place! !

After much appeal the chess club were presented with six new chess-clocks. We would all like to express our immense thanks and gratitude to the Headmaster and the Parent-Teachers Association, without whose help the clocks wo uld have been impossible to acquire.

Our thanks too must go also to the school secretary for the essential, valuable provision of funds.

I'm sure I must also thank someone else er, er, oh yeh, he's in the History Department, thingumajig, you know, what's-his-name, Mr. j ones, that's it, Mr. ... . . .... j ones.

Being serious for just a second, the chess club would like to express their vast appreciation towards Mr. j ones, without whose admirable dedication and humour the chess club would cease to function.

T.he chess club met twice a week this year, Mondays an d Tuesdays, and everyone looks forward in eager an ticipation to the oncoming season.

Chess club members and players included: S. Gumbs, S. Everton, G. Trew, D. Beves, D. Murphy, T. Shaah, L. Page, T. Webber, S. Dembla,j. Gardiner, S. Telford, L.joseph and S. Bentley.

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Why I Read and What I Read It all started about a year ago . It was while I was ill with a bad cold that I picked a book up because there was nothing else to do. I can still remember what it was. It was 'The Ring' by Danielle Steel. It took me a few wecks to read but I enjoyed it. When I finished that, I picked up another book and it went on from there, book after book.

When I read I turn my mind away from the places where I am and I seem to be in the world of places and the countries of which the story is telling. When I open a book it captures my mind. If the story takes place in America then I am there with it; if the story consists of air-raid shelters, bombs and heartache then I can feel it and also see it as a picture image I have in my mind.

Because of this I find I can read anywhere. I normally read books in my spare time, like in the morning registration, between lessons, my brea ks and on trains, buses, even when I sit in with the television on. I normally go out of a night time but in the back of my mind, I'm still thinking about the book. At any moment I can switch my mind back to my book and imagine the ending. Reading captures your imagination. It is so much better than watching the television.

My type of book is mainly Love or Heartache books. The books I like are not the ones that on every other page there's a sex session going on. My kind of book is the down-to-earth kind . When I look for a book I look for something that stands out from the rest. It doesn't have to have a dazzling colour. My books range from about 200 pages up to 700 pages so I don't look at the length of it but I do say to myself that's under 200 pages, it's not worth the bother because, I've found under that, there's not enough story.

One of my best books was "Thurston House" by DanieUe Steel. The book was 472 pages long and a bigger page than normal. It was a book about a mining baron called Jeremiah. He was forty-four and marrying for the first time. Camille was a beautiful eighteen-year-old girl who fired Jeremiah's love up again.

He thought he could prove his love by creating THURSTON HOUSE. It was the finest house in the city, made for two people in and love and their 'children '. Camille and Jeremiah had everything money could buy, but it couldn't buy happiness, a family, or love.

Even though this story is set in the period from the late 1860's to the early 1900's the characters' emotions and the situations can still happen and do happen in today's world. This is what my comment about being down-to-earth means. It doesn't matter what the story is about as long as these things can happen in real life. The story can be about the 1800's or it can be set in 1984 as long as the things could happen in the real world.

The books I don't like to read are the ones that start and finish in the bedroom like "Scruples ". Unlike other books that include sex, "Scruples" is a book that relies on the sex sessions to keep the reader interested, but it doesn't work. You have to be a sex maniac to enjoy "Scruples" because in the middle of the book the story goes dead and that's when I couldn't be bothered to read anymore. My other books have included sex but they put it in the right places; they include sex in their story and are not a story based around sex. The characters in "Scruples" are sex machines given names. They're not real people. The story is supposed to be about millionaires in a fight to open the best store in the world, but that's just a cover up because, as I told you, the story dies in the middle of the book.

In today's world it is hard to explain to someone that reading is very good because they just don't understand. Reading a book exercises your mind and your imagination, unlike a video. With a video you watch it and forget about it in a matter of a couple of hours and you don't have to think about it too much. A book lasts, keeps you interested and keeps your imagination going.

Angela MansfieJd, 5E

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Bathing the Dog Ba thing the dog, is such a laugh, It takes so long to ge t him in the bath. vVhen he finally gets thrown in, He acts like a fish and starts to swim.

When I ge t th e scrubbing brush out, He gets excited and splas hes abo u t. I reach for the soap and wet the brush. I get impati ent and start to rush .

I start to wash and scrub hi s back, Oh boy! This brush is turning black, He starts t o look so nice and clean,

a His coat seems as white as dairy cream. =>

I reach for the t owel and rub him dry, And when I've finished I heave a great sigh, I'd rather bath a little green frog, It's such a busin ess BATHING THE DOG

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The Worst Thing in the World I am go ing to descr ibe the worst thing in the world : It pulls yo ur hair, It steals your bike,le It's a m enace to the world.

·e. Your books get to rn and tempers fl are, \" it's ge tting o n yo ur nerves.

It screams and shouts wh en things go wrong and it torm ents the dog.

At nigh t, wh en into bed you creep tired and half asleep, You find a bed o f drawing-pins!k Yo u SCrf'a m, "Where is he?" I'll kill him! " you cry in despair.

But when you see his gooey eyes and a lovey dovey smile, yo u fo rget abou t the piri s and cry " Oh the worst thing in th e world is my brother".

Samantha Venabl es , 3A

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Ichthus 1 cDuring this year we h ave met regularly o n Wednesdays during second lunch a t the Lower School.

Our activities h ave included quizz es, Bible Studies, lis tening t o music, dis cuss ions and a video after c gschool. r

Our mos t am biti o us even t was an at tempt at drama which seemed a rea l success wh en we portrayed (

a modern day vers io n of the birth of Jesu s, set in Bethnal Green! IVlany o f you will remember an unanticipated charge round the back of St. Dunstan's Church by a few who missed the ir cue. This did no t distract f rom the message and caused a few giggles!

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Farewell The engine bump ed into life with a groan, chafing aga inst the control of the brake. Then it wa s released, roaring like a bull eager for the arena a nd mata dor, lurching round the corner onto th e ma"m thoroughfare . She did not eve n b oth er to wave, but her ey es gripped the forlorn group by th e timeta ble with a last glanc e conveying every thing her lip s had disdained to . utter. She would not cry, not thi s time - the hour for lachrymose regret was long pas t.

It was not long after noo n, and yet the sun a lready seemed worn, weary of the wo rld and its inherent gr ief, more than ready to relinquish the struggle aga inst a heavy-hearted fog and fi na.lly retire behind a shroud of j aundiced cloud slowly deep ening to sombre grey. What a contrast to yesterday's sunset across the lake, the so lemnly splendid array o f ... . she caught herse lf bac k ju st in t ime, blink ing a co uple of times a nd grinning, if somewhat sha kily, to convince he r fellow­passengers of her coo l poise, her self-possession. None of them were looking, a nyway, and suddenly she felt just a little foo li sh.

Before her memories could crowd forward from the ir designa ted pos ition to cloud her eyes and befuddle her milld once aga in , she began to inspect the others about her. She was intereste d an d a little a mu sed to di scover that the Clint Eas twood lo ok-alik e job behind her was well into his routine with the pretty stranger beside him. Stro ng p erhaps but silent? She coughed pointedly as a wisp of smoke spiralled across the headre st; it was followed close ly by a nother curling like some in sinuato ry cloud into her thoughts, t riggering the old vo ice deep within murmuring its advo cation of surrender .

In utter weariness she closed her eyes, seeking to shut out the cold desp air that co iled and weave d, ready to strike an d impart a fatal injury to her ever-weak ening reso lve. She longed for ob livion, a stygian blan ket of darkness in which even this deep anguish would b e drowned. She must have slipped into so me kind of sleep, but ev en a s it came up o n he r, she was aware, as ever, of the snaking conflict. R es t was use less, true sleep was dead, perhaps forever.

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The Oxfordshire countryside flamed outside, licking occasionally against the roof and window. She clearly recalled, even now, the first journey, autumn spark just beginning to singe the hedgerows and clustered woods. Now there were too many gaunt dead branches, only a few trees retaining their gorgeous robes of red, cerise, amber velvet trimmed with ribbons of shivering silver. The hope of recovery was gone, now even nature was reconciled to the inevitable. November, a slow, throttling cancer, had taken its toll on the year, debilitating it, leaving it bereft of its last glories, abandoning it to the final stages of the anaesthetic frost and the weeping earth.

She fumbled again in her bag, yes, it was still there. The grey road reached ahead, a Roman finger cutting across the smoothly undulating land towards that prison of a million souls, whose onc hope in life was the chance of evading the flaming sword of duty and escaping briefly into paradise again. Under the cover of the bag-flap the paper rustled, as if to emphasise that it alone remained of her once prolific and multitudinous expectations. She read the address, recalling his detailed instructions on how to reach her destination. A last chance, or yet another pursuit of empty dreams that would not let her rest?

The ominous weather had cheered a little. The sun was lurching like a slightly inebriated monarch to his rest in the western horiso-n, kissing the now virginal white clouds lining his processional route and causing them to blush the furious magenta of shocked maidenhood. Heathrow was in sight, and the darkening pall over London beckoned inexorably. The sun seemed suddenly unwilling to fall behind the decorously arranged fog banks and be entombed, perhaps afraid that this time there was no prospect of return. His last despairing ray shot triumphantly into the murky sky, as if seeking to pull him back up to the throne he has just shortly before been so eager to abdicate, then he was gone

Victoria Coach Station. She shouldered her weighty pack and strode with an impassive facade of determination east into the city, muttering incessantly "I'll be back." The vast, thrumming night engulfed her.

Susan Robinson, 5R

The worm crawls slowly upon the soft green meadow. I t makes not a sound

Kirsty Wonham, IN

By Dorothy Chunda 2S

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Holidays The ratal day was Thursday 25th August. The day began at eight when the aged parents dragged me screaming from my bed and down into the restaurant. Having had my breakfast, we went off m

through Barmouth - I was totally at a loss to know where we were going. We eventually reached to

Barmouth railway bridge, which crossed the estuary of a river joining the sea. On the other side "I was a disused station where some people were camping. After passing through a field of apparently to incontinent cows we reached the foot of the mountain. The gradient must have been about 1 in 2 u and I began to wish I was a crab. The path wound on and on and I began to have some doubts as to my dad's sanity. Half a mile later and half an inch shorter we reached a cave. From there I could see Barmouth way back in the distance. In the other direction I could see nothing but mountains. We soon pressed on.

Eventually we got off the road and started walking along open grassland with a few anti-social sheep grazing here and there. I couldn't sce another sign of civilization anywhere apart from far away Barmouth which was about as small as a finger nail. Soon the gradient started to rise again and I could see our destination, the far-away peak of the mountain: not an inspiring sight I must say. Like a fool I carried on, getting more bow-legged by the minute. Spiders jumped on me from all directions and ferocious caterpillars blocked my path. At last we stopped for a relax, a rest and a drink.

My clothes were saturated with sweat. (I had come out ill prepared, wearing a pair of normal shoes, jeans and a thick sweatshirt). I was informed that we were two thirds of the way there. At this . point we were stopping every ten steps and I got the impression that this was not my idea of a good time. To make matters worse (if they could get worse) the ground got thick and boggy near the top, slowing our progress even more. My head began to ache, sweat got in my eyes; I tried to con­sole myself, at least it's a good way of losing weight; that reminded me, I hadn't had any lunch.

At last we reached the top. It was infested with dung beetles and hordes of flies. I looked down the other side, no civilization in sight. As I walked down, clouds passed by, blocking all vision more than four metres in front of me. The effect was strange. The misty white clouds crept silently by passing through fences and covering the grass. I don't know why but I almost expected to see a vampire coming out of the mist to make a meal of me. I went forward and tried to touch the clouds but I couldn't, because as I got near a cloud I couldn't see it any more.

We carried on down until we reached a road where I was informed to my horror that the nearest town was four miles away. We were in a river valley with mountains on either side, one side thickly wooded. We stopped at the river and I looked for gold; not a carat. By this time I was near dropping point, four miles indeed, more like eight. We walked on and on; we passed a castle, a church, a village and some cows bathing in the river. Eventually we reached the town. I headed straight for the nearest shop and immediately drank cans of fizzy orange drink. From there we went to the station where we caughrt a steam train to Tywyn. From there we took a train to Barmouth. It was forty-five minutes late which is not bad by their usual standards.

At last, we got to Barmouth; I got off the train, five inches shorter and ten years older with the firm resolve that I would never again climb another mountain.

I checked my feet for signs of damage: four blisters. I went downstairs for a quick game of pool and a few games of "Invaders' Revenge" before passing out. It's all yours, Chris Bonnington!

Oliver Walter, 5M

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The Three-Dimensional Terror "Turn that tele' off Georgie. You'll get square eyes one of these days," said Georgie's mum. "Oh mum please. Star Trek's just finishing." Georgie's mum replied, "1 don't care, you have got to go to school tomorrow!"

"I'll go to bed after I've watched Star Trek," answered Georgie. "You do as you're told. Now go to bed," said his mum. Georgie got up and plodded up the stairs. He picked the cat up half-way up the stairs and carried him into his bedroom. He then got into his bed. It then struck him: he would get out of his bed when his mum was asleep, go downstairs and watch T.V.

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Georgie waited for a long time. Then his mum came up the stairs. She looked inside Georgie's room. He pretended to be asleep and she went into her own room. When he was sure that his mum was asleep, he got up and went downstairs, with his heart in his mouth. The cat went down with him but he did not mind because he would keep him company.

Georgie switched the T.V. on and sank into the armchair. His eyes were glued to the T.V. as he watched his favourite comedian make him laugh. "1 say, 1 say, I say, what is the difference between an elephant and a banana?" asked the man on the T.V. Then the T.V. set blacked out. (It didn't really, in fact Georgie fell asleep). Georgie moaned and got up to see what had happened. As he reached out to the T.V. a blue veiny beam came out of the T.V. and formed a cube around him. It then threw him back into his chair. The cat went over to the door as if commanded by some force

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from within. Georgie got out of his chair and walked over to the door nervously, still with his eyes fixed to the T. V. As he got near the door the cat roared like a lion. Georgie stood still absolutely terrified. Then a dot started moving up and down the screen. Then it stopped in the middle of the screen. The dot got bright and large and then flew out of the set into the corner of the room. "Mum, Mum, please help," Georgie tried to shout out, but could not. He was frightened, he had lost his voice. The thing in the corner started to get dimmer and a head could be seen. A red and wrinkled head with some hair. Then his shoulders, big huge shoulders. Then his chest, a hairy bumpy chest. Its legs were medium size and were rubbery. It moved closer and closer to him. Goergie could hear his own heart beat go faster and faster. It was right next to him now. It picked him up by an arm and a leg and carried him towards the T.V. set. Georgie struggled but it was no use. It was too powerful and with a quick throw it took him inside the set.

Georgie woke up the next day in his bed. He got up out of his bed and went downstairs into the kitchen. He looked at his Mum and Dad and said, "Before you say anything, I want you to know that it is no longer my ambition to be on T.V."

Warren Dorking, 2£

The Song of the Story lOcc were not, But Madness knew it must be The Supremes could not hurry it Though the Beatles could not buy it It was a drug to Brian But a stranger to Annie And it was all that John and Paul needed.

Mark Burton, 5R

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The Old Celtic Top I have a very old Celtic Football top and it is falling apart. I have had the top since I was six years old. When I first got it, I put it on and did not take it off until my mum said, "I will have that top and wash it." My mum took it off and put it in the washing machine.

When it was drying, the only thing I had on was a Celtic cap and socks and also I had a book in my hand. I would not put on a shirt. The only thing I wanted was the Celtic top on me. I used to go to school with it on and go to bed with it on.

Then one day I was playing with my sister when my sister ripped the top. I cried all that day.

Two years later the top was falling apart. My mum said, "Put that in the bin."

"No", I said.

She said, "Give it here then and I'll put it in the wash."

My mum waited until I was out of the room and put it in the bin. When I was putting my dinner in the bin I saw it. I took it out of the bin and went to find my mum. When I found her she was knitting.

1 went up to her and said, "Why did you put this in the bin?"

I started to cry and my mum said, "It is like a bag of rags."

"But I love it mum!"

"Listen it's .... "

"It's nothing to you is it? It is just an old piece of cloth to you. But to me it is worth more to me than you so there!"

I ran into my bedroom crying my eyes out. My dad came in and took the top away from me. 1 took it out of the bin again and put it on and went to my dad.

"If you put it in the bin, you pu t me in the bin too."

All that night I tried to stay awake just in case my mum put it back into the bin. But I fell asleep and dropped the Celtic top on the floor. In the morning 1 got up and saw my mum taking it into the kitchen. I ran after her and took the top and ran into my bedroom and hid it. My mum cleared up my bedroom and found it. She put it in the kitchen to be washed. But I thought that she was going to put it into the bin again, so 1 took it and hid it.

My mum went into the kitchen and saw that the top was not there. She came in to me and said, "I am going to clean it."

So I gave it to her and followed her into the kitchen and looked at her doing the washing. I even looked at her putting it on the clothes line. Every time she got up, I got up, just in case. Three years later my mum told me to put it in the bin. But no 1 did not.

She said, "O.K."

I am going to keep that Celtic top for as long as I live. Colin McNeill, 4AN

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Childhood of MeDlories I always remember being a quiet kid, always in the background, never in the limelight. I was the family favourite. I was always spoilt and always got my own way. I was described as the twinkle in my mum's eye and my dad's little princess.

I had always wanted a dog when I was little, but couldn't have one as we lived in a flat

"Please, Mum, Dad?"

"Sorry Paula, we just can't keep it here."

It was a frequent conversation in our house with, unfortunately, always the same answer.

Then one day we moved; I hadn't thought about the dog. I suppose I accepted that I couldn't have it. My mother kept telling me I'd love the place, she was trying to cheer me up as I thought I was losing my friends and wouldn't make others.

"You just wait, you "ll love it" she repeated over and over again in the car.

Then I saw it. It had a yellow front door with a matching garage door. It was huge, like a mansion. My dad put the key in the door.

"All the furniture's in its place, Paula. All we have to do is get ourselves in there."

Before my dad turned the key, my mum and dad exchanged a funny look, then opened the door. I stepped in. My mum had bought a glass lampshade for the long, very long passage. I looked at it, the glass glistened in the sun and I had to shade my eyes. Every colour of the rainbow was coming from it. It was the rainbow to my own world. I walked through the kitchen. How different the furniture looked in different surroundings. The sun shone through the kitchen window and made the white walls look like gold.

"Come on upstairs," my mum said, interrupting my thoughts. There were many stairs, like a big house I'd seen on the television. I climbed the hundreds of stairs and went into the sitting room. There was a big vase of flowers on the coffee table in the centre of the room. I strutted over to them and imitated my mum by sniffing them. My mum and dad laughed and I saw the reflection of the flowers on the glass coffee table. The sofa seemed different, unlike the dreary one we had in the flat, yet it was the same onc. The television seemed exciting and the stereo looked new. Every­thing han its 9lace and it was as if people had taken ages to decide where it should be put.

I turned round and saw even more stairs. I held my arms up to my dad and he picked me up and climbed yet another flight of stairs. They took me into my bedroom; my very own bedroom. It was all pink: the bedcover, wallpaper and the carpet. Opposite my bed were three shelves where all my dolls and teddybears were set out. My dolls' house was in its own corner and my wendy house next to it. It was great.

"Do you want to look in the garden?" asked my mum. I nodded my head. She pointed to a win­dow that was open and I climbed on my bed in order to see out ot it. I poked my head out of the window. I was thousands of miles up! I looked into the garden to see five rows of neat flowers looking like line up in my school. Then I saw something move. I looked more closely. Was it? I looked at my mum and she nodded. I was right. I ran out of my bedroom, down the stairs, through the kitchen and opened the back door leading to the garden. I knelt down and flung out my arms. A little dog ran towards me and jumped into my arms. It started licking my face, but all I could do was hold on to it as tightly as I could. By this time my mum and dad were standing behind me. I never even said thank you, just looked and ran and played in the garden with my new friend.

Even to-day my mum and dad bring that day up at family reunions.

"There was no need for a thank-you" my mum says. "If you could have seen the look in that child's eyes; it said it all."

But the dog's gone now, the newness of the house wore off a long time ago and I've grown up and am not the favourite any more. Everything's disappeared from those days. Everything? Not quite.

Paula Falconer, 5M

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Shadows on the wall Ghostly sounds echo around Hear the night's dead call

Suzanne Archer, lE

By Amy Cox 25

I look at the sky It's some kind of wilderness I can't explain it

Alfred Desire, lE

With snowy white hair h and bright blue shining eyes

my grandfather smiles Suzanne Archer, lE

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Summer One glorious hot July morning, my friends and I decided to go swimming in the open air lido at Victoria Park.

We arrived at about eleven o'clock to find a large crowd gathered outside. There was much confusion and noise and nobody knew why the lido hadn't opened. The doors were supposed to open at nine o'clock.

At about a quarter to twelve, a bearded man peered over the top of the barbed wire fence surround­ing the wall to the lido and informed us that due to vandals putting glass into the water the previous evening, the lido would not be opening until three-thirty.

Amidst the groans and shouts of the furious crowd, we decided to lay down on the grass in the park, by the canal.

We remained eating and drinking on the grass until approximately three o'clock. We then decided to visit the canal before heading for home.

As we reached the canal we saw that the skinny four-foot-wide strip of pavement that ran parallel to the canal was cram-packed with people. A large crowd had gathered against the edge of the lock and everyone was shouting. Confusion reigned supreme; dogs were barking, children bustling and several youths stood astride the wall overlooking the lock to obtain a clearer view. From the wet hair of several of the youths I gathered that they had been swimming in the dirty, polluted water of the canal.

We, as curious as the still expanding crowd, edged our way precariously to the edge of pavement directly behind the lock. From a fellow observer we found out that a young man of about twenty years old was stranded under the water, in the wheel of the lock and hadn't yet surfaced. From the various different reports I managed to gather that two brothers had been swimming in the canal (like many other youths) and had been sucked into the churning water wheel of the lock, which was producing a trememdously strong current. The younger brother had managed to free himself from the wheel but the eldest was still trapped under the water.

'Two men who were working the lock and trying to release the boy, were receiving various instruc­tions from the crowd. Other men we[(~ positioned alongside the lock to try and find out precisely where the boy was. Constant shouts of "There he is" were heard as the crowd imagined the dark shadowy image of his body floating in the murky depths. Speed was the main factor as it only takes two minutes for the lack of oxygen to damage the brain. The men grew increasingly agitated as the seconds ticked by. Just as I thought that he must certainly be dead by now, the repeated cry of "There he is" was heard as someone spotted his dark outline. Someone threw in a rope, which, (I thought bitterly) was rather pointless because if he was not dead already he would at least be unconscious. A man must have thought the same thing and leaped into the water to rescue him.

After the noise and confusion died down, I saw the boy's piteous body prostrated on the lock. Someone had called the fire brigade and they now arrived silencing the crowd and ushering them back. The boy's body was naked as his clothes had been ripped off by the churning wheel. His body was deathly white! The firemen pushed in his chest and I turned away in disgust and horror as blood spurted forth from his mouth and nose! I felt sick! Two girls who knew him were sobbing hysterically by now. They were led away and I followed. The crowd slowly ebbed away, muttering to each other. We headed for home.

Even though I did not know the boy, I was deeply disturbed and shocked and I knew the event would taint my memory of that gorgeous summer forever. The whole day was spoilt! My friends had actually swam in the canal earlier, and had tried to persuade me to join them. It could have been them!

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I learned later that the boy had died. It made me feel sad when I thought of the hundreds of people who were forced to watch him die. We were helpless, powerless and could only watch morbidly.

I can't help feeling that if the lido had opened that day this might not have happened as the youths turned to the chemically-pollu ted canal as an alternative to the swimming pool. Maybe there is some poor woman who is silently cursing the anonymous, unthinking vandals that had stopped the lido from opening on that glorious day in the Summer of 1983!

Debbie Halls, 5R

By Lisa Cade

Spring in London Daffoldils with trumpets held high, The tulips look towards the sky, Crocus lying in beds of green, The buds all bursting to be seen, The park that was dismal, damp and grey, Seems to whisper softly and say, "Its spring in London," and with the warmth of the sun, Nature's miracle has begun.

Samantha Droy, 4AN

Staring at the moon Metamorphosis occurs werewolf dressed to kill

Monzur Rahman, 1 E

Living in glory when the moon is possessive driving people mad.

Peter Worrow, lE

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Girls' Ph~sieal Edueation Hockey

We started the Autumn Term with some apprehension, not really knowing what facilities would be available at the Eastway Sports Centre after the closure of Oakfield School Sports Centre. With only one full-si zed hockey pitch, a smaIl pitch and other smaller playing areas available, it was not easy to teach a full hockey programme. As other schools used the pitches too, it was clear, after a few weeks, that other full-si zed pitches would be needed if interest in hockey was to be maintained in the area. If there were more pitches available, competitions could be arranged and it is hoped that there will be more inter-school matches next season. With the closure of Oakfield, there were no tournaments. The few matches that were arranged were cancelled for various reasons.

After a keen start to the season, Inter House matches from third to sixth year took place just after half term. All matches were keenly contested, especially in the Senior section of the school, where a good standard of hockey was played.

The staff v school match, one evening after school at Eastway, proved, as usual, to be a most enjoy­able occasion. The school held the staff to a one all draw.

Once again the annual trip to the International Hockey match at Wembley, England v Ireland, took place in March. There were fewer girls than in past years, but never-the-Iess it was a good afternoon out, with all the fun of a singsong with some hockey thrown in! I am sure all the girls who went to Wembley would like me to thank IVliss Linnett and Miss Fuller for driving the minibuses and making the trip worthwhile.

Colours: No colours awarded as there were no representative matches.

Raine's provided the London Youth Games representative Tower Hamlets' team at the end of the Summer term. The team did not get through to the Finals Day, but the matches they played in preliminary rounds gained Tower Hamlets valuable points in the overall aggregate total.

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Staff vs School Hockey Match. (and the two goals)

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Cross-Country With the change of venue for games, Hainault Forest was not available for training sessions, so the grass area at Eastway Cycle track was used instead, plus circuit work in the gymnasium. Although not as satisfactory, the Inter House competitions were keenly contested and teams were selected for the East London Championships. Sadly the Junior team arrived too late to compete in these championships, but the Intermediate and Senior teams "ran away" with both Championship honours, taking first place in their co mpetitions. The Juniors competed in other races and trials and, as a result, the following girls were selected to represent East London at the London Championships at Morden.

Junior: Kelly Skiverton (final 9th place) Claudine Vickers Nicola Barclay Cynthia Antoine

The Juniors took final second place.

Intermediate: Angela Perry Julie Humphreys Rachacl Elu J oanna Green Stacey Tarran t Doreen Mann Kim Havill

Sadly other school competitors did not participate and a team result was not recorded.

Senior: Terry-Ann Bryan Grace Lee Jane McGregor Ceri Batchelder Penny Gardiner Ellen Carroll

The Seniors took final first place.

Colours: Full: J. Barnes, G. Lee, P. Gardiner, C. Batchelder Half: K. Havill, S. Tarrant, J. McGregor, E. Carroll, S. Judd, T. Durant, T. A. Bryan Junior: A. Perry, E. Elu, V. Gardiner, J. Humphreys, S. Corsinie.

The first and second years competed in the Junior team London Championships in the Spring term and came third overall. There are some promising athletes in the first year and the future of Raine's cross country continues to look bright. It is always encouraging that girls will run for the school and keep a high standard of competition against other schools:

Swimming It has been yet another successful season for Raine's swimming teams. Undefeated at loca l level, all year teams have won all competitions in the newly-formed Tower Hamlets Mixed Swimming League. The club swimmers are backed up by a contingent of able girls who make the teams com­plete, especially in the 4th year. It is encouraging to see so many girls willing to represent the school.

The East London Championships revealed the strength of Raine's teams which won the overall swimming championships for another year. As can be seen from the year results, there is strength and depth throughou t the school .... the 1 st year took first place; the 2nd year team were also first; the 3rd year team drew for first place; the 4th year were second; the 5th and 6th years took first place - a splendid performance all round. The fourth year are to be especially congratulated in getting a team together in the absence of the team swimmers.

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Under 19 Hockey Squad-London Youth Games, London Swimming Finalists, London Athletics Finalists for Tower Hamlets, 3rd year Athletic Team, 3rd year Netball Squad, 3rd year Swimmi,1g team, 4th year Netball Team,

4th year Athletics Team, at the Swimming Gala

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The highlight of the season was a challenge by the City of London Girls' School in which two compe­titions per year were needed. This meant that more girls had the opportunity to represent the school. The gala was a enjoyable one, with Raine's scoring 231 points; The City of London 128. All years won their competitions convincingly, the first year gaining maximum points.

I would like to thank year swimming captains for all the hard work they put in, when getting teams together for galas.

The London Championships gave the club swimmers an opportunity to find their own level and the following are to be congratulated on their performances:

Intermediate Freestyle and Medley Relays (Karen Powell, Dawn Watts, Kelly Shipman, J ulie Humphreys) took second place in the Medley and fourth in the Freestyle.

Junior Freestyle and Medley Relays (Nicola Last, Sara Carter, Lisa Gardner, Paula Humphreys) took second place in the freestyle and first pake in the medley finals. A promising group of swimmers in this age group.

Individually, Paula Humphreys gained a first place in the backcrawl and a second place in the free­style;Julie Humphreys was second in the breaststroke and third in the butterfly; Sara Carter and Lisa Gardner were fourth in their finals and just missed out on winning medals. Nicola Last and Vicky Ansell also swam at the Final Championships.

Altogether Raine's girls, and a team of Junior boys, gave a good account of themselves in the London Championships and promise well for the future of Raine's swimming.

The 5th year girls, last year's National finalists were unable to compete as public examinations were at the same time as the London trials.

The Inter House gala, held this year at York Hall Baths with only the first year as spectators, was of an extremely high standard, with 15 new school records set up.

Colours: Full: P. Gal-diner, D. Read, J. Smithers, S. Marson. Half: S. Judd, C. Batchelder, T. Free. Junior: C. Read, V. Gardiner, C. Davies, K, Cox, J. Humphreys.

A.M.L.

Netball The East London League results were qui te pleasing this year, wi th the second and third years fin­ishing third. The fourth years finished fourth and the seniors finished their school netball careers with a fine second place.

Noteworthy performances came from Kelly Bouvier, whose fine captaincy and consistency led the second year team to improved performances throughout the season after a shaky start.

The third year team suffered from a radical change to the second year line up, but it battled through with good performances from Tracy Knowles, Deanne Siggins and Cheryl Gore. I would like to give a special mention to Moira Healey who stepped in at the last minute at the Third Year Rally and became the most effective goalkeeper in the Borough against a six-foot shooter!

Sadly there were no rallies for 4th, 5th and 6th year girls and fewer league matches were played as few schools can raise teams on a regular basis throughout the season.

It is difficult to single out individual players as all the girls played hard and well. Colours were awarded to regular players and those who faithfully stood by as reserves. Lisa Davies and J oanne Bames are to be specially commended in organising teams for matches.

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Netball Teams: 1st year 'A' team, 2nd year 'A' team, 1st year '8' team, 2nd year '8' team; 2nd year Swimming Team, 2nd year Cross-country, 1st year Swimming team, 1st year Cross-country, Netball practice and a match .

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Lastly tr.e first year teams showed much promise, only being beaten by Inter Borough Champions, St. Philip Howard School. In fact at the first year rally, the second team finished one place above the first team. So the first year teams show much promise of having a very good second year season. Names for special men tion are Trina Watts, Tracey Quartey and Claudine Vickers.

J.O.R.

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With only four weeks before half term, it was decided that the Senior Inter House Championships would not take place this season, but this did not prevent the senior girls turning out in full strength for the East London Championships, three weeks after term started. Teams from the fifth and sixth year were in action, with a full team of reserves standing by in the sixth year in case the 'Field trip' athletes did not get back from Wales in time. Both years swept the board and won the Senior Championship.

c After these competitions and trials, the following girls were selected to represent East London at (

the London Athletic Championships at the West London Stadium : f SENIOR: Ellen Carroll; Karen Waxham (third); Penny Gardiner (second); Shurmaine

Regis.

INTERMEDIATE: Rachael Elu, Angela Perry, Doreen Mann, Ingrid Durant, Maxine Isaac, Sarah Judd.

JUNIOR: Tracey Quartey, Kelly Skiverton (first); Christine Hinds, J oanne Fuller, Claudine Vickers (fifth).

The third and fourth year Championships took place at the East London Stadium in June. After so 1many wet games afternoons, it was difficult to train girls and assess them in such a short time, but

the girls were keen and full teams competed. The third year team narrowly lost their competition P I-and came second, while the fourth year had a marvellous afternoon and won their championship nconvincingly. Raine's won the overall Intermediate Championship by a clear margin of points. There

are some outstanding athletes in the fourth year whose ability and enthusiasm are an asset to the :. school, while Christine Hinds, in the third year, is the best sprinter in the Borough. It is a great pity fl that after brilliant performances at the Championships she was not seen in action at the London fI

Championships and Inter House Competition. SI

It must not be overlooked, however, that the girls who won their events were backed up by full teams of girls who gained valuable points to help Raine's to such pleasing victories. a

When the first and second year teams began the Junior East London Championships, Raine's was over thirty points ahead. Wearing new athletic team kit, they were inspired even more to excel themselves. The first year comfortably won their championship, while the second could only manage fifth place. Raine's retained the overall Championship for the umpteenth year!

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At the Junior London Championships, where first and second years compete at their own age level, Claudine Vickers, J oanne Fuller and Tracey Quartey represented East London and gained valu able points to help the Borough to a decisive victory.

The London You th Games gave some fourth year girls the opportuni ty to represent the Borough of Tower Hamlets at Crystal Palace and are to be congratulated and thanked for their efforts in support­ing their local area at the last minute. (Girls involved: Ingrid Durant, Doreen Mann, Maxine Isaac, Vicky Gardiner, Angela Perry).

Sports Day at the East London Stadium was the highlight of the athletics season. As usual, the after­noon ran smoothly with the help of members of staff as officials and the enthusiasm of individuals and teams who raced to win the Inter House Championship. Winterton were the overall winners this year. Two new school records were set up - Doreen Mann in the 4th year hurdles and Margo Cargill in the 4th year shot-putt. During the season, Claudine Vickers set up a new first year hurdle record.

VICTRIX LUDORUM: Junior: Claudine Vickers Inter: Doreen Mann No Senior Championships this year

COLOURS: Full: Myrtle Bruce Half: Penny Gardiner, Shurmaine Regis, Sarah J udd, J oanne Barnes,

Terry-Ann Bryan, Ceri Batchelder, Debra Read, Tracy Durant.

Junior: Doreen Mann, Ingrid Durant, Maxine Issac, Angela Perry, Lisa Davies, Margo Cargill , Rachael Elu, Vicky Garcliner.

In addition to the individual games reports, another competition takes place \,ri thin the P.E. pro­gramme. This is the gymnastic competition for the Inter House P.E. cup where girls in the first to fourth years are tested on their gymnastic ability. School House won the trophy once again. Girls in the Lower School have the opportunity to do trampoline after school.

Tennis and rounders are also played during the summer but not at a competitive level. Many other aspects of physjcal education are pursued within the P.E . programme throughout the year in the gymnasium and in the yard with a wide range of ac tivities available to senior pupils at off-site centres .... cycling, horse riding, sailing, badminton, squash with table tennis, volleyball and keep fit on site.

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There is a keen interest in all aspects of the programme throughout the school and we continue to pride ourselves in competing in all possible local activities providing teams from first to sixth year. Hundreds of Raine's girls represent the school in cross-country, athletics, swimming, hockey and netball competitions, some of them gaining further honours at District and Country level.

No girls' P.E. report would be complete without thanking Joanne Bames, the School Games Captain for all her work with senior teams during the past year, and also for the many years she has rep­resented the school at hockey, netball, athletics, cross country and swimming when lower down the school. She also competed for Eas t London and London in athletics and cross-country.

I would also like to thank all members of staff who help on games afternoons, especially Ms. O'Regan and Miss Linnett who has assisted in so many ways with school matches out of school hours too.

With a promising first year, it is hoped that standards will be even higher as these potential athletes and swimmers go through the school.

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Our Football Trip to Great Yarmouth Over Easter the girls' football team went on a trip to Great Yarmouth. The team consisted of: ­Trina Watt, Maxine Ferris, Tracy Quartey, Trudy Nicholl, Mandy Derrick, Kerry Richards, J ustine Lowe, Natasha Gordon, Abigail Wiggins,Jennifer Amos, Dorothy Chunda, Kelly Bouvier, Laura Dervin, Kerry Paradise, Sheneth Henry, Cheryl Gore, Lesley J oseph and Sarah Parkinson.

We played several games against Swedish teams. There were also French and German teams there. The French boys were quite lively since they came round knocking on our caravans at 1.30 a.m.! But this didn't turn Dorothy Chunda, Maxine Ferris and Tracy Quartey off them. Ms Gardner got a bit over-excited when Dorothy Chunda scored goals. She showed this by running up and down the touch-line shouting, "GOAL!" Although Trina Watts played well, she liked to be on the field more than in goal. Some ot the girls were a bit too enthusiastIc, wanting to play tootball at gone 1 o'clock in the morning. The teachers got a bit Merry (know what I mean!) on Ms Gardners birthday.

The entertainment. was quite good: there was an arcade and a disco to go to every night. We found out that some members of the team were gamblers!

Before this competition we had a run of successes. We beat George Orwell16-7 and 3- 1. We beat Central Foundation at both meetings. When we played Langdon Park it wasn't the easiest of games. Eventually we won 4-3. They didn't seem to like this and accused a few of our players of kicking their players in the face, but they had no bruises! While they surrounded the Mini-Bus Ms Gardner attempted to start the minibus, but it wouldn't start. Brave Mr. Major did us a favour by phoning for mini-cabs. But! leaving the door open as he got out, a boy decided to jump in the minibus and half murder Laura Dervin. By this time, Mr. Major had returned (closing the door behind him!). The minibus started. So then 'Poor' Mr. Major had to run all the way back and cancel the mini-cabs. Then Ms Gardner took a wrong turn (like she always does) and ended up at a dead end. So 'Brave' Mr. Major got out to guide her and Ms Gardner nearly knocked him down. He also frightened the life out of Ms Gardner by appearing suddenly at the window.

We would like to thank, on behalf of the team:- Ms Gardner, Mr. Bocker and Gillian (Ms Gardner's friend) for without them it wouldn't have been at all possible.

Laura Dervin and Kelly Bouvier, 2N

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Bo~s' Ph~sieal Edueation Basketball

The Senior Basketball Team was a comp?site one containing some 6th Form, 5th Form and even 4th Formers. Because of this it lacked the mature strength needed to do really well. In the early part of the season the team competed in the English Schools' Championships and lost in the third round to the powerful Deptford Green School. In the London Championships the team progressed well beating Central Foundation for the East London title and then overcoming Stoke Newington School in the North London Championship game. David Hermitt, the Captain, was a tower of strength in all our games and demonstrated his fine skill in the London final when he scored 44 points out of the team's total of 82 in losing 82-90 to Deptford Green once again. David was ably supported by Tony Vowell, who had a final England under 17 trial, Terry Pryer, Akin and Adam Groves.

The under 16 team had a restricted season as the only competition available to it is the English Schools' Championships. After two early successes we met William Penn School from South London and lost 52-60.

The under 15 team also played a relatively small number of games starting with the English Schools' competition in the first half of the season. Two wins brought us up against Spencer Park School, Wandsworth. In the London Cup we had to get past Stepney Green School, last season's winners, in the East London final and this proved far too difficult. This team has some fine players in Cecil Bartholomew, Leeroy Vaughan, Bryan Small and Mark CoIlyer but lack of consistent playing and training facilities means they have little opportunity to improve.

One of the reasons why the older teams had fewer games this year was because of the tremendous success of the Third Year team. As we can only get a suitable court once or twice a week the Third Year team tended to monopolise the facility as it progressed from strength to strength. In the early part of the season the team was invited to an Inter-Borough Tournament at Crystal Palace and easily won the final against Waltham Forest. In the English Schools' competition the team won its five school pool and then won the next pool of pool winners. This put us into the South-East England Final where we met our old rivals Hayes School, Bromley: the last school to beat this team. We won S~-4\\ unci '1>0 moveci i.nto the South of England final against St. Columba's College, St. Albans. A 75-40 win means a place in the final England Tournament involving the four regional champions. We started well beating Devonport School, Plymouth, the South-West champions, and then Lancaster School, the Midlands winners. This set up a final against Bluecoat School, Liverpool, the Northern area champions who were also unbeaten. In a momentous final game we set the early pace and actually led 16-4. Then Bluecoat came back and edged ahead to win by ODe point 45-44. So we had to be content with being runners-up in the English Schools' championships. In the London Schools' K-O cup we beat Stepney Green for the East London title, won the North London cup against Hampstead and then overwhelmed Archbishop Michael Ramsey School 105-47 to retain the London championship. Following this .ve reached the final of the South-East England tournament and once again met and defeated WaItham Forest. Finally the school under 14 team was invited to participate in an eight school British Isles tournament in Liverpool inJune. Playing second in our pool we had to meet National Championship holders Bluecoat in the semi-finals. Despite playing without team captain David Fuller we beat them 16-14 in the ten minute each way game. Unfortunately we lost to Wellfield School, Durham 28-20 in the final but were well satisfied with being placed second in this prestigious event with a weakened team. Outstanding players were David Lavinier, who was selected as the youngest player ever to represent England at under 17 and was nominated 'most valuable player' at the England Finals Tournament; David J uIien, Ian ShirIey, Stephen Batt and David Fuller. These were well supported by Darren Vanderson, who played heroically in the Liverpool Tournament, Nick Bryant, Robert Woolf, Gavin McEachran and Swarup Dasgupta. If this team works at it there is no mountain of success it cannot climb in the years ahead.

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The younger teams do not have a gym of any sort in the Bethnal Green building and struggle in adverse conditions to attain any reasonable standard. The second year have some stalwart players in John Featherstone, Andrew Cappaert, J ason Reynolds, Aaron Bartholomew and Ian Slaymaker but lack the team organisation as yet to match determined opposition. Only one game was won during the season and we had to surrender the London Cup won by last year's team, in the first round. Still with enthusiastic players like those we have mentioned there is still hope for the future.

By contrast the First Year team has an abundance of talent and lost only one game. Lack of facili­ties were overcome by a determination to go anywhere and play anyone and usually beat everyone. Promising players are Scott Bouvier, Lyndon Wallace, Adrian J acob, Darren Turner, Rume Miah and Alfred Desire. They are all well supported by J ason Hodgkinson, Kabe N'Jie, Kalu Agbeze, Neil Mayers, Stanley Fagan and Jason Sewell. With players like these and the prospects of a home court in the new senior building the future success of Raine's basketball is assured.

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Swimming Report-Boys As can be seen from the final scores, this year's school swimming gala was probably the closest com· petition ever, being decided overall by only one point between Winterton and School. .

It was also a gala notable for its high standard of individual and team performance, as a total of 15 new records were set. As eleven of these were in the younger age groups this augurs well for the future of swimming in the school.

Following the school gala, we entered a team for the East London Swimming Championships and once again we did exceedingly well. Each year group fielded a full team and throughout the gala there was a ti tanic struggle with a powerful Stepney Green team.

In the First Year Ryan Coakley (f/style), Justin Green (back stoke) and Scott Bouvier (butterfly) all won their events but a disqualification in the breaststroke meant we had to win the freestyle relay to take the First Year section by two points 20-18.

In the Second Year Lee Parkin (breaststroke) and Tony Berry (butterfly) won their events whilst Bradley Lock (f/style) and Lee Russell (backstroke) had creditable second places. These four com· bined to take the freestyle relay and the section by 22 points to 17.

It was a similar situation in the Third Year as Neil Williams (f/style) and Ian Shirley (breaststroke) won their races wi th Chris Fitt (butterfly) second and J amie Gardiner (backstroke) fourth. These four swimmers won the freestyle relay and their section 20 to 15.

Our Fourth Year group were very weak and the best performance was by Paul Hammond, second in the backstroke. Cecil Bartholomew was 4th in the freestyle but our swimmers were disqualified in breaststroke and butterfly. Paul, Cecil, Barry Meggs and James Cranfield were placed 3rd in the freestyle relay. We finished fourth in this section, ten points behind Stepney Green 8-18.

p.. blow for the Senior team was the news that school swimming captain Terry Kavanagh was away on a field trip and could not lead his team. Richard Morgan and Jon Fitt efficiently organised a team in Terry's absence and swam two events each and the relay. Only Jon in the breaststroke was a winner but the depth of performances with four second placings gave the Seniors a one point margin (19-18) over Stepney Green.

With the situation very close and the final result on the line everything hinged on the final medley relays. With fine final freestyle legs, Ryan Coakley (junior) and Neil Williams (intermediate) brought their teams home, whilst we were placed second in the Senior.

So once again we won the Tower Hamlets Schools' Swimming Championships in one of the best Boys' galas for many years. The final score was Raine's 111 Stepney Green 104.

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1984 SWIMMING GALA - FINAL RESULTS

JUNIOR INTERMEDIATE SENIOR

1. School 91 1. Mann 80 1. Winterton 56 2. Foundation 84 2. Winterton 72 2. Mann 49 3. Winterton 51 3. School 53 3. Foundation 37 4. Mann 42 4. Foundation 42 4. School 34 (Six new records) (Five new records) (Four new records)

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J. 1. S. Total 1. Winterton 51 72 56 179 2. School 91 53 54 178 3. Mann 42 80 49 171 4. Foundation 84 42 37 163

(Total of 15 new records) (Combined Boys/Girls scores and records)

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Cross Country 1st Year 2nd Year 3rd Year

1. F. Massingham (M) P. Brown (S) D. J ulian (W) 2. L. Davies (W) J. Reynolds (S) C. Fitt (S) 3. A. Desire (S) J. Campbell (F) F. Morpurgo (F) 4. N. Mayers (W) A. Bartholomew (S) J. Gardiner (W) 5. T. Cannon (M~ F. Bhuiyan (F) S. Holloway (S) 6. N.Onuoha(F S. Miah (S) R. Cordes (M) 7. T . Morgan (W) L. Parkin (W) R. Woolf (S) 8. L. Wall ace (W~ N. Gore (F) D. Lavinier (F) 9. K. Agbeze (M M. Blondell (S) T. Hinds (M)

10. D. Turner (F) W. Dorking (F) H. Khan (F)

1. Winterton 85 School 59 Winterton 111 2. Mann 127 Foundation 102 Foundation 138 3. Foundation 164 Winterton 156 School 141 4. School 169 Mann 241 Mann 145

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4th Year SENIOR

l. J. D'Aguilar (W) l. T. Mint (F) 2. 3.

P. Hammond (W)J. Rehbein (F)

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D. Hermitt (F) G. Perry (W)

4. C. Bartholomew (S) 4. M. Akinbade (F) 5. L. Vaughan (M) 5. T. Havard (F) 6. B. Small (F) 6. R. Morgan (W) 7. D. Crudgington (S) 7. P. Kloss (W) 8. C. Coster (M) 8. S. Errington (F) 9. H. Sewell (F) 9. L. Ashby (F)

10. D. Price (S) 10. T. McCarthy (W)

l. Mann ll9 l. Foundation 72 2. Foundation 123 2. ''''interton ll3 3. School 129 3. School 165 4. Winterton 162 4. Mann 186

OVERALL CROSS-COUNTRY CHAMPIONSHIP

1st Yr 2nd Yr. 3rd Yr. 4th Yr. 5/6th Yr. Total l. Foundation 3 2 2 2 1 10 2. Winterton 1 3 1 4 2 II 3. School 4 1 3 3 3 14 4. Mann 2 4 4 1 4 15

Boys' Athletics Report Once again the standard of athletics in the school has been very high. Although there was no oppor­tunity to hold the senior section of the school sports this year nor the 5th and 6th Year East London Championships, one senior athlete still did very well. Morakinyo Akingbade was 2nd in the London Championships Triple Jump and went on to come 12th in the English Schools' Final. Simon Errington was 2nd in the London 400m hurdles.

The fourth year boys were outstanding with Cecil Bartholomew excelling with East London and School record in 100 and 200m.; close behind were Paul Hammond who dominated the 400m event and J effrey D'Aguilar, a superb long-jumper. Supporting these fine athletes were Bryan Small and Leeroy Vaughan (Jumps), Carl Coster (highjump),James Rehbein (throwing events) and George Spyros Uavelin).

There is an excellent group of athletes in the third year. Ernie Lucas is a top decathlon prospect with talent stretching from sprints to shot putt to jump events. David J ulien came 2nd in the London Schools' 400m. Gavin McEachran consistently dominated the triple jump whilst Matthew Thompson and David Lavinier recorded outstanding sprint times.

The second year boys do not have many stars but abundant enthusiasm which will stand them in good stead for the future. Aaron Bartholomew is a sleeker version of his older brother and is a beautiful sprinter; Perry Brown is a fine distance runner and has plenty of guts and determination. Jason Campbell is an outstanding prospect in the high jump and Jason Reynolds, Tony Berry and John Featherstone are fine all-rounders.

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2nd and third year Rugby matches. 2nd year Rugby Team, 2nd year Basketball Team, Lower School Cricket Squad, 1st year Rugby Squad.

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On the other hand the first year boys promise great things. Abraham Elu (sprints), Frankie Massingham (East London 1500m champion), Neil Mayers Uumps), Rume Miah (second in the London long jump), Alfred Desire, Scott Bouvier and R yan Coakley are all fine athletes. But pride of place must go to Lyndon Wallace who won the East London high jump and 400m and then took the London 400m title. With athletes like these the future of Raine's Athletics is secure for many years to come.

5 Star Award Competition 5 STAR

First Year Second Year A. Elu A. Bartholomew N. Mayers R. Miah L. Wallace

4 STAR

First Year Second Year K. Agbeze T. Berry T.Cannon J. Reynolds F. Massingham J. Campbell E. Rehbein S. B LI'U'»cy

A. Desire R. Coakley

Third Year L. Pryer D. Lavinier M. Thompson E. Lucas D. Julien

Third Year T. Hinds B. Neill C. Fitt A. Julien G. McEachran D. Vanderson J. Howes I. Shirley

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Fourth Year R. Pryer J. Rehbein C. Bartholomew P. Hammond J. D'Aguilar B. Small

Fourth Year M. Collyer L. Vaughan G. Spyros D. Price C. Coster F. Parsons W. Honeywood

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Rainy Days Out comes my umbrella To keep me nice and dry Would you believe it? It smells of raspberry pie Well I don't ­

Out it comes again It never gets a rest It's got a smacking great big hole in it Like my granny's vest.

Here it is once more Now it's getting worse Thunder storms all around Getting fit to burst.

I hate rainy days! Claudine Vickers, IN

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Recognition I Corinthians ll8 - 9

For man was not made from woman, but woman from man. Neither was man created for woman, but woman for man.

I am but a little woman. Very willing to toil, Very willing and happy, To slave for my one and all.

I am but a little woman. My spouse uses me as a machine, To be switched on and off when needed.

The time has come for us to part. I will not cry, it will not break my heart. You are like an old horseshoe that's had its day, You are like a worn-ou t shoe I must throwaway.

I am a woman, Very willing to create a new world, Very willing and happy, To slave for my success. MY SUCCESS.

Tracy Durant, 5R

The leopard sees all. It carves the ground into shape with its surging speed.

Neil Mayers, IN

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The clock ticks softly in the darkness of the night and it comforts me

Danny Ashby, IN

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The Worst Thing in the World There I was, as happy as can be, I'd won first prize in a raffle you see, The prize was a cheque for £100. I skipped along hardly touching the ground, And then it happened, on the way to the bank, I lost my cheque, my heart really sank, I went weak at the knees and my toes really curled, oh this is really, THE WORST THING IN THE WORLD.

Kirstin Berry, 2E

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Nuclear War Time grows longer, as the blankets

are pulled exhaustedly over the darkened bodies.

Pieces of life glint, in the fading torch ligh t,

Hands reach out, touching what? Nobody knows!

Love is lost or slowly fades, as the growing reality appears.

The cold floor claws at the ankles of small frail children,

Like a starving cat.

Once more the room is silen t, as another is released from the torture.

Still no emotions seem to seep through the thin frigh tened ex terior.

With the sound, like a thunderous herd of elephants,

the ligh t of the torch died and slowly the.pain surrenders, to the gun of peace.

Terry Bryan, L63

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Nuclear War

Time grows longer, as the blankets are pulled exhaustedly over the darkened bodies.

Pieces of life glint, in the fading torch ligh t,

Hands reach out, touching what? Nobody knows!

Love is lost or slowly fades, as the growing reality appears.

The cold floor claws at the ankles of small frail children,

Like a starving cat.

Once more the room is silent, , as another is released from the torture.

Still no emotions seem to seep through the thin frightened exterior.

With the sound, like a thunderous herd of elephants,

the ligh t of the torch died and slowly the.pain surrenders, to the gun of peace.

Terry Bryan, L63

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