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Bk. row, l-r. Winni Peniston; Jennifer Madeiras; Cathy Manuei; Karen Hendriclfson; Karen Goodwin; Lynn Cordon; Karen 
Ruslfin; Laura Saints. Ft. row, i-r. Guy Ligfitbourn; Carlos Lee; David Evans; Rene Vermeulen; Charles Curtis: Peter Blaney. 


Carlos Lee 


David R. Evans 


Karen Goodwin 


Karen Goodwin 

David Evans 
Guy Lightbourn 


Scott DeCouto 
Wini Peniston 
Jane Conyers 
Sarah Vallis 
Peter Blaney 


Jennifer Maderios 

Cathy Manuel 
Rene Vermeulen 
Guy Lightbourrv 


Karen Hendrickson 
Charles Curtis 
Lynn Cordon 


Guy Lightbourn 


Laura Saints 


Karen Ruskin 


Karen Goodwin 

COVER DESIGN: Guy Lightbourn 

The Editors would like to express their thanks to Mr. Bill Gresham and the Bermuda Press for the assistance and advice so willingly 
given us. 


R.y. Haygarth, Esq., MA. (Oxon) 






Respect for other people's property. Standards are slipping, at least in the Senior 
School; we have the whole gamut, from borrowing without returning, by way of 
borrowing without asking and finding and keeping, down to the occasional downright 
theft. Pencils, pens, geometry set items and even whole sets, sneakers, gym clothes, 
anything. The problem is compounded by the present day carelessness of most boys 
with their own things, even valuable things; some boys live in such chaos that they 
seem to expect something to be missing most of the time and it is some time before 
they notice a loss. Luckily, nine-tenths of the accusations of theft that can be in- 
vestigated turn out to be carelessness, misplacing, not searching properly; in fact, lost 
property. Very seldom do we have a water-tight case. I wish we did; they are easy to 
deal with. 

The root of it all is selfishness. "Someone else can tidy up after me". "It isn't my 
job to give this back; he shouldn't have left it around.""! need some sneakers, so I'll 
use these; someone else can get into trouble". And, finally, of course, "everybody 
does it". 

But why? Most boys at Saltus are "good guys". There are a very few not so good. 
Why do the good guys allow it? Why are they so feeble and acquiescent, with the not- 
so-good calling the tune and setting the standards? Why does this much-sung peer 
pressure work only one way, in this area, as in many others? 

A headmaster's end of year depression, perhaps, but I do not think I am 
exaggerating. Anyway, in a Yearbook so full of incitements' to pride, perhaps this is a 
useful antidote. 

R.V. Haygarth 



H.C. Butterfield, Esq. — Chairman 
H.C.E. Masters, Esq. 
D.C. Selley, Esq. 
F.J. Gosling, Esq., M.B.E. 
C.T.M. Collis, Esq. 
Dr. D.E. Campbell 
H.C.D. Cox, Esq. 
N.B. Dill, Jr., Esq. 

Mr. Graham Rosser Mrs. Lines and Escort Mrs. Pedro 



F.L. Stephenson, Esq., — Senior Master 

C. Williams, Esq., — Wooclworl<, Teclinical Drawing 
W. Duncan, Esq., — L.R.S.M. — Music 

P. Galea, Esq., — M.A. (Oxon) — French 

H. Ziegler, Esq., — B.A. (Hons) (George Washington, M.A. London School of 

Economics) — Admissions Counselor 

S. Masters, Esq. B.A. (Williams College) — Art 

B. Toms, Esq. B.Sc. (Wales) — Mathematics 
R. Kempe, Esq., B.A. (Swarthmore) — English 

P. Morris, Esq., B.Sc. (Hull) — Geography and Economics 

D. Morrison, Esq., B.A. (Wales) — Spanish 

D. Roberts, Esq., B.Sc. (Birmingham) — Physics 

C. McKelvie, Esq., M.A. (Hons) (Dublin) — English 
M. Durrant, Wsq., B.A. (Hons) (Oxon) — History 

W. Hanlon, Esq., B.A. (London and Queens) — Mathematics 
A. Pettit, Esq., M.A. (Dublin) — Latin 

D. Harrison, Esq., B.Sc. (Hons) (Manchester) — Chemistry 
J. Beard, Esq., B.Ed., (Hons) — Physical Education 

by M. Bishop 


C. McKelvie 

M. Durrant 

D. Harrison 

"Who's watching the classes, H.M.?" 



Next September, we welcome a completely new English team to the Senior 


MR. NIGEL KERMODE comes to us after six years' experience in secondary 
schools in Norfolk and Rutland. He holds an Honours B.A., from the University of 
East Anglia. He is a qualified librarian and will take over the library. His considerable 
experience in both acting and directing plays will be very helpful in filling in the gap 
left by the loss of Mr. Paul Galea. He is married, with two children. 

MR. THEO VAN ZWANENBURG holds an Honours B.A. from the University of Toronto and a P.G.C.E. at Lon- 
don University. He has taught two years in the United Kingdom and two in Papua, New Guinea, and is presently 
completing his Master's degree in English at the University of Waterloo. He is no stranger to Bermuda, having 
married a rr'^rniudian. He has one son. 

Also ma!Ti'.;r' to a Bermudian is MRS. MARY LODGE, who will take over the Biology; her husband. Dr. Jeremy 
Lodge, is returning to Bermuda to become a resident psychiatrist at St. Brendan's Hospital. Mrs. Lodge holds an 
Hono^ ■s B.Sc. degrc. at Swansea University and has been teaching for four years at Sherborne Girls' School and 
at a coiv- ^'■ehensive school in Nottinghamshire. 

The Fr..nch wiil be taken over by MR. RICHARD GARDNER, B. Ed. (Cambridge), who comes to us from a 
school in Suffolk. He is a man of many parts; a Duke of Edinburgh Gold Medallist, he also plays the violin and has 
a qualification in pottery. 

Once ag^) very tiappily, we have no changes to report in either the Junior or Preparatory Departments. 



SENIOR YEAR 1977 — 78 

I'm sure Mr. Ziegler can verify that this year's Senior Year wasn't as bad as he nnay have anticipated. The press 
even thought we were worth a few words of honour. Rene Vermeulen, Philip Snnith, and Vance Campbell were the 
most outstanding students, Rene was admitted into four Ivy League Universities, Philip ended up accepting a 
soccer scholarship from George Washington University and Vance was awarded a $5,200 scholarship from 
Franklin and Marshall. Mary Tavares obtained a $1,500 scholarship from Mount Saint Vincent. One third of the 
class graduated with overall honours. This year, the Senior Year Award went jointly to Jennifer Madeiros and 
Chris Popper. 

Those are a few of the achievements of the students. However, we do expect many more achievements in the 

Sue and Mark will be our first married couple, Charles our first international marathon walker, Chris our first 
party doctor, John Edmunds our first motorcycle racer and sailing pro, and Brian Mollis our first telephone pole 

destruction officer. 

One of the new teachers, Mr. McKelvie, proved that his teaching was of a high standard and we are expecting 
some superb pieces of literature to be published in the near future so look out for them! 

1 . "How to care for your pet walrus" — Lisa Adamson 

2. "Living life to its fullest" — Karen Goodwin 

3. "Muscle building procedures" — Peter Blaney 

4. "How to FLUNK out of Senior Year" — Jennifer Madeiros 

5. "How to get out of typing lessons" — Lynn Cordon 

Those are expected achievements. We are also aware of things that will never happen like the day Philip 
arrives on time for registration, the day Laura arrives on time for Chemistry, the day Johan arrives without his um- 
brella and the day Lisa Sibley arrives at all! The day David misses a party, Tyrone misses a try, Vance misses a 
chance, Karen Hendrickson misses some gossip, and Jon Vickers misses a lunch. 

Jane Conyers found partying a easier sport than school while Rene found everything easier than anyone else! 
Baby Carlos and midget Cindy found out that being unique was simply fantastic and kept their chins up. 

One sunny day in early May we all noticed that, to our surprise, Mr. Ziegler was in a good mood! ! ! ! We found 
out later that he had had a baby — well, Mrs. Ziegler actually HAD it! Maybe things like that should happen more 
often ! — No, really, our congrats to the new Mom and Dad. 

Yes, we had some pretty "hairy" experiences last year. First of all, Karen Ruskin got a brush stuck in her hair 
and nobody turned up for Maths because we had to help her get it out. Sue happily put on her helmet only to find a 
great wad of sticky chewing gum inside it. Somebody knocked over a ten ounce can of orange "yuce" (that's juice 
in English) into Johan's helmet. Winifred came into the Gibbon's Room one morning and shocked everyone as she 
had gone from flat to fluffy (with only this much Prell ! ! !) 

The enthusiastic athletes in the form stopped for no-one and insisted on playing cricket (with a hockey stick) in 
the Gibbon's Room. Luckily, Mr. Ziegler never noticed the six smashed windows and of course nobody told him. 

The Graduation Dinner held at Sonesta Beach Hotel was a great success (due to the speedy organization of 
Chris and Jenny). The guest speaker, Mr. Julian Hall, aroused everyone's attention and was very interesting. Some 
of the remarks made by Mr. Ziegler and Mr. Haygarth during their speeches were ordered to be taken from the 
records. Friday's sunrise was seen by most (however feebly!), but some people were overcome by hiccups and 
had to be taken home. How many remember the extensive evening you ask??? — Well, I refuse to comment at 
this time! 

Well, as they say, "all good things come to an end", and Senior Year wasn't such a bad way to cool out for a 
year — I suppose! ! I don't think any of us could have made it through without each other and for sure none of us 
could have made it without Michael Fox's musical knowledge, Sarah's German talents, Brian Cook's chauvinism 
and presidential qualities, Jane Downing's intelligence and comics, Karen Ruskin's abundance of compliments, 
Kim's health and beauty, Anna's sympathetic nature, Johnny Nisbett's encouraging smile, Guy's determination, 
Winifred's photography, Peter Goggin's wit, and of course we must never forget (could we ever???) Mr. Ziegler's 
constant kick in the rear which kept us all alert ... thanks! 

See y'all at our ten year reunion, 

Laura Saints 


Charles Curtis — Daniel Webster 

Jane Downing — Simmons 

John Edmunds — Acadia 

Jonathan Nisbett — McGill 

Winifred Peniston — Simmons 

Mark Pefreault —J)alhousie 

Chris Popper — Middlebury 

Cindy Lee Robinson — 


Karen Rusl<in — Pacific 

Senior Year Soccer Team & Fans 

Staff Soccer Team (Deicated Senior Year) 



Sn Yr. Bk. row, l-r. Mark Perreault; Philip Smitti; Cliris Popper; Michaei Tatem; Rene Vermeulen; David Buckely. Ft. row. l-r. Peter 
Blaney; Jon Vickers; Guy Lightbourn; Jon Nisbett; Tyrone Chin; Vance Campbell. 

(Photos by Peniston) 

5th: Bk. row, l-r. Jimmy Cooke; Carlos Madeiros; Graham Jack; Eugene Ball; Ricky Lines; David Evans. Ft. row, l-r. Kenny Vickers 
Peter Wittich; Michael McGarrity; John Isbrandtsen; Stephen Bagen. 



By:- J. Madeiras (Senior Year) 

Lying here alone on my bed, 
Looking up at the barren ceiiing, 
Seeing nny whoi?^ ■ 

The childhood 
Visiting grand.. 
The 'boyfrier; k 
Have all bee- ~ 
My surr* 

: ghts' and pleasures, 
- ;u friends, the airplane journey, 
, s r,> ; chool teachers and friends — 
very dear to me; 
3od and dedication to Him — 

My dearest i risnds, ! thank God for them all. 
What happened to the simple, secure 
Feelings I had as a child? 
Always looking to mom and dad for making 
My decisions — and not having to work for spending 

Now, I feel the pressures of the world, society. 

Mankind, I have to make important decisions — myself, 

And Have to worK for anything I want. 

I question life many times. 

Sometimes, it all seems useless as 

Whatever happens to us in the future — 

We have to leave everything in the world. 

Questions are sometimes unanswerable, friends 

sometimes forsake. 
Material gain becomes important in my life. 
Why can't I be consistent for God? 
I guess it all comes with realizing that Man is far from 


And often I see mistakes in the lives of those 
I once admired for their apparent 'perfection'. 
What will happen next? 


By:- J. Madeiras (Seniar Year) 

There are many kinds of friends: 

A boyfriend, a girlfriend, a best friend and a 'worst' 

But what is a friend? 
On thinking hard and long it is 

Quite difficult to find the words to describe a true friend. 

He is patient with you all the time — 

Never 'hot' or 'blows his mind'. 

He listens when you need to talk 

And get rid of ill feelings. 

He laughs with you when you're happy 

And cries with you when you're sad. 

He builds you up when you're feeling down 

And sticks around when you feel like a clown. 

A friend loves your other friends 

And respects your desire to be with them. 

A friend shares his lunch with you — 

When all he has is an apple. 

A friend gives surprises and teases you a lot 

And doesn't look for any reward — well ... maybe a slap 

on the back! 
A friend is sensitive to your feelings 
And tries not to hurt you in any way. 
A friend is a person who gives and gives and gives 
And doesn't expect anything in return. 
A true friend — whether male or female — is a 

priceless gift. 
That cannot be bought, inherited or stolen. 
A friend can only be a friend 
If you' re a friend too. 

M. Aubrey 3G 



When one exannines the likely effects of Independence upon the youth of this Island, one must realize that we, 
the youth of today, are the adults of the future. It will be upon us that the woes and burdens of Independence will 

The question foremost in many minds is "Independence from what?" From that swaggering, inhuman task- 
master, Great Britain, or from the prosperous lives and high standards of living enjoyed by Bermudians todays Our 
present position of autonomy is as close as one can come to Independence, bar associated statehood which 
Britain will no longer grant, without going over the brink. Islands to our south, most bigger, some with mineral 
wealth, have attempted Independence for many of the same obscure reasons that today's proponents of In- 
dependence have put forward. Nationalistic feelings, a feeling of belonging, a national flag, a national anthem — 
these effects of Independence upon other Islands have been for the worst. As their econc'"-e.s deteriorate, unem- 
ployment and poverty increase, resulting in social and political unrest. 

"How," ask international economists, "can Bermuda manage to survive the troubled waters of recession and 
depression with such a delicate economy?" 

International companies, which make up practically half of our economic base, are very sensitive to the in- 
ternal affairs of the countries in which they have set up headquarters. Such companies will stay, providing jobs for 
thousands of Bermudians directly, and many more indirectly, as long as they are not forced out by constantly in- 
creasing tax burdens. 

It is the belief of some that such firms should be compelled to pay for the cost of Independence. If taxes on 
such exempt companies rise drastically, we will see a dramatic decrease in the number of firms based here. 
Following on the heels of this departure will be unemployment and poverty for many Bermudians. 

The cry will then go up for economic diversification. Tourists, while also susceptible to high prices, come to this 
Island to escape the pollution and industrialisation of their cities. If such changes take place the tourist will soon 
seek another place in the sun, thus hastening the death of "the goose that laid the golden egg." Under the 
"Status Quo" however, barring unforseen international occurences, both tourism and international companies 
should be able to be maintained at present levels, thus maintaining, if not increasing, our present high standard of 

What is wrong with our present position as a dependency? It is nothing to be ashamed of. We should be proud 
to be the inhabitants of Bermuda and the subjects of Her Majesty, The Queen, It should be realized that our lot 
could, on one hand, be much worse, while on the other, it could not be much better. 

There is no case here of Britain robbing us of our wealth. We pay no taxes to Whitehall, our expenditure to 
Britain being confined to the maintenance of a Governor. This Governor has the sole interest of looking after Ber- 
muda, with a view to defense and internal security, while providing us with a little pomp and pageantry on special 
occasions. For this moderate expenditure Britain provides us with worldwide representation at the United Nations 
and other organizations where the interests of Bermuda are in focus. Also taken care of is our external security. 
Britain provides a certain stability, something very much appreciated by exempt companies. 

Upon Independence we would become completely responsible for defense, external affairs and internal 
security and all costs and expenses that accompany them. The strengthening of internal security forces would be 
a priority in the view of events following independence in other former colonies. We should 'earn from the lessons 
shown us by the Seychelles Islands, the latest colony to leave the family. 

The Government's Green Paper on Independence gave a summary of the initial costs of such a move. The 
figures quoted ranged from $1,777,000.00 to $1,907,000.00. This would be just for the "privilege" of Indepen- 
dence. The recurrent annual cost could be much higher allowing for inflation in all areas except those of defense 
and internal security. 

As a member of Bermuda's youth, I wonder if Independence is worth so great an expenditure. It would be a bot- 
tomless pit into which we will forever be pouring increasing numbers of nollars without realizing any real benefits 
for Bermuda and her people. 

It will ultimately be the young people of today who will bear what may be the greatest mistake in our history. In- 

by David R. Evans 5H 

"Heat" Expressionism 



By:- J. Evans (3G) 

Amusement parks are common in most countries in 
the Western world. The United States, in particular, has 
many such attractions. Probably the largest and most 
popular is Disneyland, the original "Magic Kingdom" or 
its higher, Disneyworld. These fabulous establish- 
ments, in California and Florida respectively, are iden- 
tically built, each covering a massive area of land, and 
each is a fascinating place. 

Each of the parks are divided into sections, large 
"kingdoms" and "lands". These range from the dusty 
forts of "Frontier Land" to the castles of "Fantasy 
Land" and the French shops of New Orleans Square. 
Of all the "Lands" probably the most popular is 
"Tomorrow Land". The rides and buildings represent 
things of the future — rockets, trips deep into space 
and through uncharted waters in submarines and all 
are very fun and exciting. "Space Mountain" is the 
newest attraction and brings in most of the people. 

"The Matterhorn" is a huge man-made mountain 
through which run roller-coasters. In the "Haunted 
House" a run-down, old house is beset by ghosts and 
skeletons. "New Orleans Square" is built to resemble 
the old French Quarter of New Orleans. There are also 
boat rides. In short, there is a place for everyone in the 
"Magic Kingdom". 

One is fascinated by the way the rides inside the 
buildings are made. One of the attractions, for in- 
stance, is "Pirates of the Caribbean". This is situated 
inside what appears to be a large house, but inside in 
dark tunnels, sight-seeing boats travel and lakes, 
trains, forts and ships are shown, often with 
mechanical figures. There are even waterfalls and 
caverns so that it is surprising that all fits inside the 
buildings but thanks to the engineering, it does. 

The whole park is spotlessly clean, which is sur- 
prising in such a visited place. The gardens are in per- 
fect order and nowhere is there any sign of disrepair. 
The fact that it is an amusement park is forgotten after 
eating in one of the many fine restaurants. At night 
there are fireworks and parades of electric floats. In 
short, the place is very active at night. The great 
wastage of electricity is forgotten completely. 

Even the best places have problems, however, even 
if they are not readily seen by the visitor. True, the trash 
problem is well contained but it must be a difficult job 
keeping ii up. It is discontenting, to say the least, to see 
a queue a" long as Front Street going to see an exhibit, 
but the wait 13 always worthwhile. Even at Disneyland, 
a pickpocket might infiltrate the crowds, and in the ex- 
citement and confusion, it would be fairly easy and it 
does happen 

The monagement must have great problems, 
keeping everything clean and in good repair and thus 
employs fiundreds of people, but these are not thought 
of by the visito. I would cctainly recommend and stay 
there myself for a day or, as it is easy to do, a week. It is 
most enjoyable and truly fascinating. 


By: S. Shepperd (3G) 

Above all, cities are masses of civilization. They are 
terminals for an influx of population from the neigh- 
bouring countryside. They are colossal, yet intricate, 
seemingly alike, yet interesting. 

How many people have seen a city once, and then 
don't make a return trip sometime in the future? Not too 
many. The reasons for coming to the city are many. 
They serve as a business centre for a whole continent, 
or a shopping arcade for the people, or even a place of 
residence, if you care to put up with the hustle and 
bustle of everyday life in the city. 

Do people really notice other people in the city? 
Does one notice that besides yourself on the sidewalk, 
there are hundreds of others, each moving in his or her 
own direction, intent upon his or her own specific pur- 
pose? And what is that specific purpose, that one must 
walk, dodge and elbow briskly through the rushing 
crowd? Perhaps he's going to catch the subway up- 
town, the city's great graffiti-covered, mass transit 
system, going from everywhere to everywhere every 
few minutes. Or maybe he's going to work nearby, in 
one of the magnificent buildings, masses of steel, con- 
crete, aluminium and glass, stretching so many 
seemingly endless stories above you. Or still, maybe, 
he's going for lunch — a bagel and coffee in one of the 
hundreds of small coffee shops in the city. Or perhpas 
he's going to walk to the corner of the street and 
procure for himself a steaming hot soft-pretzel from the 
umbrella-covered cart for a quarter. Wherever he's 
going, it's likely to be part of the everyday life in a city, a 
routine one adjusts to, a commonplace event, as com- 
mon as the steam issueing from the manhole-covers 
and vent-holes in the street. 

The scene here is the same, basically, as in any city, 
with a few differences. It could be happening in New 
York, Chicago, San Francisco, London, or anywhere, 
but those few minor differences are what gives each 
city it's own character or personality. Cities are the 
focal point of mankind, they are gleaming metropolises 
of civilization and technology. 



By:- D. Judah (3G) 

A winter evening begins at about 4 o'clock. It is then 
that everything begins to beconne darker. It is then that 
the wind and the rain become noticable. It is then that 
the fire is lit. It gradually becomes darker and, by 6 
o'clock, one cannot see anything outside except for the 
light and warmth radiating from other people's houses. 

Everyone is bored. What can they do? They cannot 
go outside to play. They cannot go down to the beach 
for a swim. All they can do is sit around the fire. 

It is now that the games come out of cupboards. A 
season's dust is brushed off of the box and then 
everyone settles down to play. Perhaps it is ludo, or 
perhaps it is a jigsaw puzzle. Either way, everyone is 
now happy. There are shouts of misery as someone is 
sent back to the start, and shouts of happiness as 
someone finds two pieces that fit. 

Soon it is supper time. Everyone leaves the warmth 
of the fire and gathers around the dining-room table. 
What is it tonight? Everyone is happy when they see 
roast beef and a jug of steaming gravy being put onto 
the table for they are cold and hungry. Again, there are 
eager faces when hot coffee is brought from the kit- 

Now everyone settles back down in a comfortable 
armchair in the living room. The fire had died and 
someone must venture outside for more wood. Who will 
it be? 

"Not me," says someone hopefully. "I did it yester- 

After a long argument, someone rises from their 
chair and moves slowly towards the back door. Soon 
the fire is again burning brightly. 

Suddenly the lights flicker and go out. Oh no, not a 
power cut again! Someone lights some candles, but it 
is too miserable and gloomy to stay up for long. 
Gradually the large room empties as people drift 
towards their bedrooms. Soon the dying fire is the only 
thing left. The only things to be heard are the creakings 
of trees and the rain pattering on the windows. The end 
to yet another winter evening has arrived. 


By:- Mark Aub.'ey{3G) 

As I look back upon that night, my heart quivers and 
I turn white. From where I stand I can still see that 
lonely mansion set upon that ominous hill. It was 
terrible lying there on the ground, the flames dancing in 
my eyes and the sirens screeching in my mind. Yet, I 
will try to pull myself together and relate to you the 
story which I have told reporters countless times. 

It was a Saturday night, no different from any other 
Saturday night. Everyone was home except my orother 
He was out at some party, who knov^/s where? Three 
days later his body was found to be amongst the vic- 
tims of one of those 'mass murders' of those times. I 
went to sleep fairly early, my Chow lying contentedly by 
my bed. The rest of the family were downstairs, wat- 
ching television. 

"Huh?" I ejaculated as I woke with a start. It was my 
dog — he had pushed his cold nose against my face. In 
my waking glimpse, I could see the smoke billowing in- 
to my room. "FIRE!" the word was scarcely uttered 
before everything flared up around me. Everything had 
happened so quickly that I just sat there, bewildered as 
to what to do. It was my dog's whine which awakened 
my mind. But the smoke had closed in on me so quickly 
that any chance of escape seemed futile. 

I don't know what did it, perhaps it was the bite upon 
my leg which my dog gave me, or perhaps it was the 
sudden realization that I had to get out of there then or 
never. But it doesn't matter, because in half a second. I 
had grabbed my Chow and smashed through the 
nearest window. Thirty feet below I landed on my right 
leg. I have never felt a sensation as grotesque and 
horrifying as when my leg broke at the knee and several 
blood vessels popped. I was barely aware of that which 
followed, since I had elapsed into a state of shock: but I 
remember it as follows. 

I rolled (ny dog still in my arms) two hundred feet 
down the hill, flames flickered occasionally in the 
background, and I could hear faint moans echoing in 
the distance. 

When most of my faculties of reasoning had return- 
ed. I found myself lying on my dog. who was whining 
terribly. Theie we lay. illuminated by the flood of light 
from our burning house. The ground was cold and hard, 
and tiie air was heavily laden with smoke and sirens, 
the moon wasn't out that night, nor were any stars, but 
the ne ghbours from miles away say that it was the 
brightest night that they had ever seen. 

Nothing was salvaged from the fire, and the house 
was completely destroyed. No one has found out what 
started the fire, and no one ever will, for, only the ashes 
tell the truth! 



By:- C. Hook (2 A) 

I started my invention by first buying a large 
wheelbarrow. With this I tied a rope to all four corners 
and attached a thick 300 foot rope to it, feeding the 
rope through a large pulley at the top of the building at 
which we were unloading the bricks. 

After this had been set up and tested without bricks, 
standing on the ground I pulled the rope, sending the 
barrow up. When the barrow reached the top, I tied the 
rope around my wrist to save me from growing tired. 
When the men at the top had filled the barrow with 
bricks, they pushed it off the ledge and left to get more 
bricks. The barrow and the bricks suddenly became 
heavier than I was and they started to descend, pulling 
me upwards. The rope being tied to my wrist, would not 
let me fall. Halfway up, I met the barrow coming down, 
and I then received cuts and major abrasions to the top 
half of my body. After this I continued on my way up at a 
very high speed. When I reached the top, the hand 
which was tied by the rope was half crushed in the 
pulley, ripping skin from all parts of my hand. 

When I reached the top, the barrow hit the ground 
and tipped out everything it contained. Now the barrow 
was empty, and once again lighter than I was. Now, I 
being heavier than the barrow, started to descend at 
very high speed. Halfway down I met the empty barrow 
coming up, and received cuts and minor abrasions to 
my backside and lower half of my body. I continued on 
my journey down until I hit the ground, breaking one 
leg, and fracturing the other. 

On that journey up, the men had been collecting 
bricks elsewhere and had not seen me. When they 
came back they saw the barrow standing there ready to 
be filled again. They filled it again and puched the bar- 
row off the ledge. The barrow started to descend 
pulling me upwards once again. Looking up, I saw the 
rope fraying and also saw the heavy barrow coming 
down. Still looking up, the barrow hit me smack in the 
face, making it look like a cherry pie. I continued on my 
way up until I hit the pulley, pulling more and more of 
my hand through it. 

The barrow at the bottom tipped its contents once 
again, and I started back down. The fraying rope 
passed me on the way down and it had nearly torn the 
whole way through. I hit the barrow on the way down 
with such impact that the rope snapped and left me 
lying in the barrow in mid-air. I fell to the ground and 
broke my back at the same time and also lost my mind. 


By:- K. Van Beelen (2 A) 

The dov began quite normally. Who could have for- 
seen hov^/ n was to end? In the early morning a large 
number of people gathered outside Pontious Pilate's 
palace. I mingled in the large crowd of angry people. 
We waited cutside the palace for quite a \A4hile when a 
man tailered and barefoot appeared before the angry 
mob. Pilate appeared alongside him. "Crucify him, 
Crucify him" the mob shouted. I strained my eyes to 
see a better view of the man. His back showed the long, 
cruel stripes from which blood flowed freely. Upon his 
head was a deadly crown of thorns. Beads of blood 

streamed down the man's face. He looked onto the 
angry mob. He seemed quite unmoved. 

"What is this man's name?" I asked this shouting 
man. "Jesus, Jesus of Nazareth. He claims he's the 
King of the Jews", he answered. 

The mob suddenly broke out into a chorous of blood 
curdling cries. "Free Barabus, Crucify Jesus". 
Barabus was a hardened murderer. 

The Levites were mingling in the mob offering larger 
bribes to those who would cry out for the death of this 
man of Nazareth and for the freedom of Barabus. I 
walked away, disgusted and I felt ashamed to be a Jew. 
When I arrived at my house just outside the city of 
Jerusalem I heard jeers and insults. I knew what had 
happened, this Jesus had been condemned of an 
unknown crime. 

I looked upon Golgotha. This is where the Romans 
usually crucified criminals. Two criminals were already 
being crucified there. They wrestled in the hands of 
those who stretched them upon the cross. One of them 
continued to cry out in anguish for some time. I was 
about one hundred rods away from them when I saw a 
Roman Soldier beat the complaining criminal with a 
whip. When I arrived on the hill, this Jesus had also just 
completed the journey from the city to the hill. I grabb- 
ed a Roman's water bottle from the ground and advanc- 
ed towards the exhausted man. I looked into his 
pacifying eyes and was about to hand him the bottle of 
water, when the savage kick of a Roman Soldier kicked 
me aside. 

I got up and watched. They stripped him from his 
garments and tied him to the cross. Then they nailed 
him to that tree, amid the jeers and insults of his own 
people. I watched horrified as blood poured from his 
pierced hands and feet. "Father, forgive them for they 
know not what they do". He gasped. 

At about twelve o'clock the sky began to turn black. 
The lightnings seemed to be hurled at Him as He hung 
upon the cross. Jesus sent up a despairing cry: "My 
God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?" 

The day dragged on slowly. I watched Jesus 
agonising on the cross. At about three o'clock in the af- 
ternoon Jesus gasped, "Father into thy hands I com- 
mend my Spirit." With this his eyes rolled towards the 
back of his head, he bowed his head and died. Thunder 
roared and rocks split open. Tombs were broken open, 
and many of the dead were cast out. The earth shook 
and lightning occasionally flashed forth from a cloud, 
revealing the lifeless body of Jesus hanging on the 

I was amazed and went throughout Judea preaching 
of Jesus Christ, the King of all Mankind and the Son of 
the Living God. 

Death Before Dishonour *^ K. Lambert 5T 



By:- CarlClift(2A) 

Suddenly I felt the loose rock move beneath my feet. 
I tried desperately to cling to-the rein of my horse next 
to me, but the rock completely gave way and we both 
rolled till we reached the bottom of a pit. I was now pin- 
ned down underneath twelve-hundred pounds of hor- 
seflesh. From past experiences and from examining 
the situation I decided to try and keep on the back of 
the horse, out of the way of its legs. Only my right leg 
and hip felt the full weight of the horse. The old pony 
was frightened and was flinging its leg wildly bringing 
clods of dirt down upon us. I pulled on its reins to stop it 
kicking and said soothing words in its ear. i tried slowly 
to dig for my six-shooter which was luckily on my left 
hip and in reach. After much digging I managed to get 
at my gun. I thought for a while and decided not to 
shoot my horse unless I really had to. 

I fired a shot into the air to see if somebody would 
hear it and come and help but it was to no avail. The 
sun was just leaving us when I saw a large amount of 
dirt hovering aboue us. It was loosening Up!! ! Just then 
I remembered a pack of matches in my pocket and 

quickly pulled them out. I searched for a small twig and 
after awhile I found one. I lit this twig with a match. I 
threw the lighted twig up onto the grassland praying the 
grassland would catch fire. After anxious waiting, the 
grass finally glowed and this bright orange flame 
spread over the grassland. 

I put all my efforts to waiting. Suddenly I thought I 
heard voices coming closer. "Stay back." I hollered. 
"Stay back!" "Where are you?" a voice answered. "In 
the bottom of a pit," I bellowed, "but don't come near 
the edge of where I'm :it or it'll cave in. Come from the 
other side." 

Pretty soon there were half a dozen men digging me 
out with running irons and guns and anything they 
could get their hands on. My horse was lifted off of me 
and I was pulled out to get tht -'iood circulating in my 
legs again. It took four saddles to puli .ny horse out of 
the pit. I thanked my rescuers and related the story of 
how I got there. With the help of one lad, I walked over 
to where the big hunk of earth was, which had been 
threatening me all that long day. I dug my heel into the 
crack and shoved a little, and at that time I was pulled 
away. The earth seemed to go out from beneath me as 
that hunk of earth left a big cloud of dirt and when we 
looked again the pit was nearly full. 


By:- C. Mawer 

I approached the door and rapped the knocker. A middle-aged woman, in her fifites, answered it. 
"Hello' can I help you?" she asked cheerfully with a distinguished southern accent. 
"Good day, madam, my name is Colin Mawer and I'd like to talk to Tom." 
"He ain't done anything wrong, has he?" she questioned worriedly. 
"Oh no, Mrs. ..." 

"Smith. Folks 'round here just call me Polly. Of course to Tom it's Aunt Polly," she answered. 
I continued, "I'm a reporter from The New York Times and I've heard a lot about Tom. " 

This was all she needed to know. Just the thought of having a member of her family in the newspaper excited 

"Tom! Tom! Where are you, boy?" she hollered. 
"Over here, Aunt Polly!" came a reply. 

I turned to face a stealthy figure climbing over a picket fence, to finally stand in front of his aunt. 
"So ... this is Tom Sawyer," I thought. 
"Who's he?" Tom asked. 

"Tom, I hear you're quite a boy, so I thought I'd 'do' a story on you. If you don't mind I would like to 'hang around' 
just to see how you 'operate'." 

So, the next morning being Sunday, Aunt Polly, Tom and his two cousins, Sid and Mary, attended church services. 
About half way through the service, Tom began to fidgit and he became bored. He pulled a box from his pocket 
and I eyed it suspiciously. 

Tom carefully opened the box and brought out a small insect and played with it on the pew. He played with it on 
his hand until the creature grew angry and bit Tom's finger. Tom received such a fright that he jumped, tossing the 
insect in the air and started to suck his finger. Meanwhile, the 'pinch' bug, as Tom referred to it had landed down 
an old man's shirt. Whenever the bug moved around the man would scratch his back. The bug, finally becoming 
tired of this silly game, pierced its fangs into its victim. 

The old man leapt to his feet, howling in pain. The priest received the fright of his life. The man kept on 
screaming until he was lead outside. I took note of this incident. 

Tom quickly departed to play 'Bulls' with his friends. He won nobly but very nearly declared war on Jim Baker, 
one of his friends, when Jim supposedly cheated. 

I was now lead by Tom to a lonely cottage on the Mississippi River bank. Here lived Huckleberry Finn, a boy en- 
vied by his friends. He and Tom sat under the shade of an old tree and they smoked tobacco from corn-cobbed 

"What a dirty habit! " I thought to myself. 

My work was now complete. I had seen how Tom lived for a day. I printed my story and sent my first copy to 

Tom, that legendary boy from Petersburg, Missouri. 


By:- L. Smith (2 A) 

If only men knew how to live with each other, 

If only men joined hands and worked with one another, 

If only men of war would destroy all their devastating 


If only men had a heart of joy. 
If only men could share the earth with all of nature's 

If only men wouldtry to save them from extinction. 

If only men would let God into their heart. 

And from them Satan would depart. 

If only men would hold the population level down 

There would be enough food to go around. 

If only men would try to remove Crime's ciaw. 

Of only men made sensible laws. 

If only men wouldn't descriminate one's races, creeds 

or colours, 
If only men learned to live like brothers. 
If only men would walk the path of righteousness and 


We all would live eternally in that beautiful city above. 
If only ... 

Improved Pembroke Canal R. Amos 2A 


By:- Mark Hamilton (1M) 

In the early mornings in New Zealand when the fog 
settled down upon the country side like a white blanket, 
we could see the dew drops clinging to the cobwebs like 
a necklace of pearls. Many mornings when we had gone 
for a walk and had reached the top of a hill, we could 
just see the tips of them, for the fog had covered most 
parts of the hills and it looked to us as though we were 
on an island surrounded by a pure white sea. There was 
a crispness in the air and when we took deep breaths 
we exhaled long white vapours which disappeared into 
the surrounding mist. Soon the sun would appear like a 
hazy glow and gradually disperse the heavy blanket of 
fog from the valleys below. 


By:- Marl< Hamilton (1M) 

The night was pitch black and all was silent, until a 
blinding white streak of light flashed across the sky. 
You could hear the thunder crash like the voice of an 
angry God. With a resounding crack, the old oak split in 
two when hit by the forked lighting, whilst the wind 
howled through the trees and disturbed the white 
foaming sea, which pounded at the foot of the cliff. The 
clouds scuttled across the dark angry sky. All of a sud- 
den a cloud burst and sent sheets of driving rain down 
upon the cottage of the lighthouse which stood 
remotely upon the cliff top. 

After the Gale 



By:- Fretwurst (1 M) 

The day began quite normally. Who could have for- 
seen how it was to end? We had dropped anchor at the 
break of day in a small lagoon in the Pacific, just off the 
coast of China. No-one was living on the fifty islands 
that surrounded the lagoon, except for a few native 
people in a small village. It was like a small paradise 
there for there were all kinds of fruits, palms and 
flowers. The native people lived off the plants that grew 
there. They made everything out of what was there and 
they ate wild animals that roamed around there. There 
were no imports or exports coming or going from the 
island. The only way to get to the mainland was to go 
by plane, there was one small airport. 

We were on holiday, our fee was all paid by my 
father's zoo. We went to bring him specimens for the 
zoo. The boat was all equiped with tanks, scuba gear 
that was needed. Our yawl was sixty feet long. 

On our first day in the lagoon we were looking down 
in the crystal clear waters to the coral gardens that lay 
60 feet down below. That afternoon we went down 
diving. Captain Eddie and the mate were to stay on 
board and John the Scientist from the Zoo, my brother 
Mike and I were to go down and explore the coral gar- 
dens and bring up specimens. 

About five o'clock we packed up and ate supper. My 
brother and I wanted to camp out on the island about 
five miles off the island so we took our sleeping bags 
and some food and drink and then we headed for the 
island. We went in a little inflatable motor boat since it 
was to far to row. There was a cliff that rose 200 feet 
out of the water covering the whole side of the island. 
We had to go around to the other side if we wanted to 
step on a beach. We pulled up the punt and rolled out 
our sleeping bags and went to sleep at about 9.00 
o'clock. It was dead calm when we fell asleep, we did 
not notice the black clouds creeping up on us on the 
horizon, for the cliff blocked our view. 

At 10 o'clock it hit us! First thunder boomed down 
and awoke us with a startle. Immediately after buckets 
of rain came down on our heads. The winds increased 
from '0' to '40' knots and both my brother and I knew 
we were in for a typhoon! The tide was coming up 
rapidly. "Come on, we must hurry and get to the top of 
the cliff before this whole island is underwater!" I 
shouted to my little brother, "watch out for the deadly 
coconut!" At this point the wind was so strong we had 
to crawl. Trees and bushes were being uprooted by the 
dozens. We had to keep a sharp eye out for the falling 
ones. Then it happened, what I had dreaded, a tree fell 
on Mike and killed him instantly! I had to hurry now for 
the water covered the whole island ! I climbed to the top 
of the cliff and looked out into the black for our vessel, 
she was not at her moorings anymore in the lagoon. 

The combers were rising to 50 feet in height, and 
crashing against the huge cliff. Then I spotted her, she 
was 10 feet on the cliff, every comber lifted her another 
3 feet. 

Now the island was submerged except for the cliff. 
All trees and shrubs had vanished and at the break of 
day the winds and seas decreased their incredible 
powers. Now we only hoped no-one was killed. 

When all was quiet a helicopter came to pick up 
anyone who was still alive. The three sailors were on 
the chopper already as they picked us up and flew us to 
a naval station to rest and eat. 


By:- Sean Pedro (1M) 

If was a dark, cold night and it was so windy that 
waves were washing over the side of the longship and 
water was leaking through the small gaps between the 
oar and the oarhole. Tired though we were, we plodded 
on into the night with our oa^s being dipped into the 
waves to the beat of the r;;-um We rowed all night 
without having a bite to ear or a mouthful of drink. We 
were at the point of fainting bui inspiration kept us 
going. All we were dressed in were short, ragged pants 
and a light shirt which enabled us to move more freely 
and stop sweating. By morning the storm had died 
down quite considerably and we were allowed to rest. 
We were on the look-out for an island to get some food 
but as a ship went by first, we chased it, attacked and 
stole their food and other goods. After a feast of lamb, 
beef, vegetables and ale, we slept because the hearty 
meal had made us tired. 


By:- Chapman (ID) 

The wind howled as it dodged in and out between the 
house. Branches bowed meekly to the mighty Emperor 
wind. The old stiff boughs which challengingly refused 
to do so were promptly severed off. Power lines snap- 
ped as the Emperor formally opened a new building. 

A dark mask smothered the country-side, 
threatening the brave humans who had ventured from 
their shelters. Suddenly, the dark Prime-Minister let fly 
his ammunition of water and, helped by the Emperor, 
reaching the speed of machine-gun bullets, thudded 
heavily into windows, walls and into the flesh and hides 
of humans and animals alike. 

A bright light danced across the sky and the low 
rumble of thunder rose to a deafening 'oar as if the light 
were an escaped prisoner who was running away from 
confinement. When the light would not come back, the 
rooves of the houses shook violently as if the Prime- 
Minister were beating his fists in rage upon them, he 
unleashed another volley of water which came down by 
bucket-fulls, flooding everything. This finally died to a 
drizzle as the storm moved of^ to sea and the country 
side was left in peace once more. 



By:- A. Smith (1D) 

Silently and gracefully the sleek figure slithered through the jungle, like an apparition, toward the small village. 
The great shepanther's red eyes shone in the night and her nose twitched at the smell of human blood not far 
away. Because of a past injury, the once great huntress was compelled to prey on weak humans in order to sur- 

In the village, a lone woman was returning to her home after seeing the witch doctor who had warned her that 
great evil would soon come upon her. Slightly aware of a faint noise behind her, she turned around to see a 
shocking sight. Behind her were two eyes and a set of sharp, white teeth. She could determine nothing else 
because of the darkness of the starless night. She opened her mouth to scream but the creature with the evil eyes 
lept, and the teeth, like a door, close.:" on her flesh and opened, revealing traces of red around the previously white 
teeth. The beast seized her frai! bouy and carried it into the forbidding dark of the jungle. 

The next day brought both grief and fear to the villagers. Some people said that the witch doctor had killed the 
woman and others said that a halfman/half-wolf had killed her and would continue to kill the others unless it was 
put to death. The leader of the people was more realistic than others and said that it was probably Timba, the 
vicious she-panther which had brought death to many villagers in the past. It was thought up until now that the 
creature had been killed, but there was a possibility that she might still be roaming the jungles as long as she did, 
so the life of every villager was in jeopardy of being stolen away if he ventured too far into the wilderness, or even 
if he dared to be alone. It was decided that a professional hunter would be brought to the country immediately 
because procrastination could mean death. Mr. Peter McGregger, the hunter, was very greedy, and extremely 
unlikeable but he had a determination to catch any animal he had set out to. He had brought some helpers with 
him and was very confident that if Timba was still alive, her',death was not far away. Immediately upon his arrival 
he requested to be taken to a clearing near the jungle and soon, with his ten men, he set up camp. 

On the night of his arrival, Timba could smell, for the first time in months, the blood of a deer. She silently ap- 
proached the area where the smell was coming from and located a dead deer with ropes attached to it. She 
moved cautiously toward it and, remembering when her mate had seized a deer in this position she never saw him 
again. She knew that man had to be nearby so she waited until two men came to check the trap. Soon they 
separated and began to search the area. Timba followed one and jumped him, killing him with a devastating 
scratch and then she followed the other. He saw her and aimed his gun at her, but, instead of running away, she 
looked at him. The man could not bear the penetrating stare and remained still as the creature killed him and 
carried him away. McGregger was not shaken by the fact that the two men had not returned and he became even 
more determined to kill Timba when she began to frequent the camp and even to drag men away as they slept. 
Timba moved like a ghost and was never heard nor seen but her presence could be felt. 

Soon the men were reduced to three and, as they slept one night, a silent figure stalked their tent and jumped 
upon it slitting it to shreds. One man, who was near the devasting claws, was killed and the cat ran away, followed 
by the two frightened men. They split up and one man was killed, leaving only McGregger. Timber was tired, now, 
and approached McGregger, fixing a piercing stare on him, never blinking her eyes and never changing her pace. 
McGregger was soon forced to look at her eyes and he stood as if glued to his spot. The cat slowly advanced and 
the hand on the trigger of the rifle slowly closed until suddenly the cat jumped and at the same time, the rifle went 
off. The bullet lodged in the great cat's left leg and the cat hit its mark expertly. McGregger stayed alive, pointing 
at the cat, swearing to get revenge and he met the cat's cold stare. 

He died with his eyes opened and his index finger pointing at the cat, calling it a demon. The cat watched him 
until he died and then she walked away, her eyes seeming to reflect the feeling of contentment, but still they were 
cold and red and death-bearing. 


When Good Friday rolls around, 

Kites come out of basements and corners. 

Stores bring out their kites too, 
and sell materials. 

Bermudian boys and girls make kites too, 
and sell them for pocket money. 

There is often competition, 

To see who can make the best, biggest, 

most unusual or colourful kite. 

On Good Friday, 

Thousands of Kites can be seen in the sky. 
The fun only begins. 

When kites break loose or get tangled in one-another. 

Competitions also begin like, 

Whose kite can fly the highest or farthest. 

Have dog-fights, 

Cut off your tail so kites go wild. 

Send up messages. 
With a piece of paper 

Kite flying day. 

Is the most exciting and funniest day of the year. 

by Sarah 


By:- S. J obi in (1D) 

The Hurricane Warning and Tracking Station in the Florida Keys was suddenly stirred to full strength as the 

satellite photo of the Atlantic came in. An intense low was gathering momentum and was turning into a Tropical 
Storm. Within the hour it had developed into a Hurricane. The raging storm packed winds up to 170 mph, not to 
mention a 15 to 20 ft ground swell! Soon all this information and more was channeled outward on emergency 
weather stations. 

But in the open sea, the schooner, "Lively Lady" was sailing toward Bermuda, totally unaware of the ap- 
proaching storm. 

Suddenly the schooner was facing a wall of solid greenwater which came cascading aown upon the seemingly 
match-stick of a ship, engulfing it completely. 

The lillte had just barely recovered an even keel when the winds struck. They ripped the sails to ribbons and 
pushed enormous mountains of water on the schooner, pounding it continuously. 

Above, the grey sky opened up, unleashing tons of water while brilliant streaks of white lightning shot down, 
lighting the diastrous scene. Suddenly, the winds stopped. Inside the eye of the hurricane, the waves shot up in 
geysers, totally confused without the driving wind to push them. Bi'cis and insects rested in the rigging of the 
floating wreck. Then the wind came again, throwing the birds and insects off the ship and into the churning waters 
around it. The waves resumed their murderous pattern and continued to batter the ship. 

Suddenly it happened. The ship hit something hard then bounced off, shaking the ship from bow to stern. 
Another swell surged and swallowed up the ship, spitting it ou the razor-sharp coral, ripping a hole in her hull. 
Another surge picked the wreck up and threw it over the reef ip'O the churning waters beyond. Miracuously, the 
ship still floated, but just for a moment, then it scraped agains; f-e bottom. Suddenly, a huge, black coral boulder 
loomed up ahead, but the schooner still rocketed towards it. Ti^en there was an earth-shattering crash: one that 
over-rode the terrific roar of the wind and surf. 

Soon the wind subsided from a deafening wail to a quiet whisper. Also, at last, the waves ceased their deadly 
purpose, but all that was left of the once gallant schooner, "Lively Lady" was her wrecked hull which was bat- 
tered and beaten and wedged between two great rocks. 



MUSIC 1977 — 78 


The highlight this year was the Choir's participation in the performance in March of Part 1 of Haydn's 'Creation' 
and 'The Bernnudas', a contemporary work by R. Rodney Bennett. Both the Senior and Junior choirs spent a great 
deal of time preparing the music before they combined for full rehearsals with the other choirs, but the final result 
was very gratifying for all concerned. The Senior choir, supported by about a third of the staff, now attracts boys 
from the third form upwards and it continues to grow both in strength and quality. To the soloists in 'The Creation', 
a special word to thanks for adding that hallmark of professionalism and to Marjorie Pettit and Lloyd Matthew, 
paeans of praise for their splendid accompaniments throughout. 

Graham Redford and Robert Mason provided a very effective contrasts to the singing with their performance of 
the 1st movement in Cimarosa's Concerto in G for Two Flutes. This was performed with the skill and sensitivity 
that we have come to expect from these talented musicians. 

Full marks to those people in the Band who gave up a weekend again (remaining in school, at that!) to prepare 
for the very successful Band Concert held on May 7th in St. John's. Thanks, too, to Mrs Popper and the parents 
for organising the endless supply of good food for the camp. The concert raised $550 towards a set of kettledrums. 
To the guest artists, Jean Motyer and Michael Adams, our gratitude for their splendid contribulion. The Band now 
numbers 50 and is learning to play thoughtfully and sensitively, as was demonstrated in the arrangement of 
Tchaikovsky's 2nd movement of the 5th Symphony. The arrangement of 'Fiddler on the Roof brought back many 
happy memories and the performance was dedicated to Paul Galea. By the time this is published, Mr. Galea will 
be teaching in England, but I would like to thank him for his excellent direction of two productions during his time 
at Saltus. 

One of the most significant events of the year and, indeed, of my time at Saltus, was the very generous gift of a 
new grand piano for the Assembly Hall. Words fail to express my appreciation to Mr. & Mrs. Robert Motyer for this 
very magnanimous gesture, but at a concert to acknowledge formally this gift, Mr. Butterfield was able to convey 
the school's very real gratitude for this fine instrument. With the piano and the good acoustics of the new Hall, we 
hope to plan a series of concerts next year. 

The exam results are pleasing. Particularly distinguished is Redford's mark in Grade 8 — it was the highest for 
a student in Bermuda. Anna Swan was only one mark behind and she also deserves much credit. Standley and 
Mason, too, deserve special mention as their fine results have been collected after only three years of music. Well 
done, indeed! However, both Mrs. Petit and I agree that everyone learning an instrument should be aiming for 
Distinction standard; with more dedication to the more routine matters of scales and sight reading, (and these are 
important) we should see many more people achieving higher marks. 

The string section continues to grow and in September, we are going to combine the strings from both Depart- 
ments to form an Ensemble that will be under the direction of Mr. Philip Burrin, aided by Mrs. Petit and myself. 

Finally, and most important, a tribute to all those instrumental teachers whose skill and patience contribute so 
much to the musical life of Saltus. We would not achieve half of what we do without them. Thank you. 

William Duncan 


MUSIC, 1977 — 1978 

Grades M. Fox, S. Standley, R. Mason 
Grade? H. Frick, A. Swan 

Grades G. Redford, B. Patterson, K. Hendrickson, P. 

Bacon, C. Dunstan, J. Cooke, P. Maddern, H. 

Jorstad, D. Joell, R. Gibbons, G. Jack. 
Grades N. Scares, N. Hendrickson, M. Patterson, D. 

Judain, D. Northcott, J. Evans, R. Mckittrick, 

O. Andrade, R. Kaeser, R. Talbot. 
Grade 4 D. Swift, J.J. Scares, D. Fitch. I. Delany, R. 

Amos, P. Mclsaac. 
Grade 3 J. Jolinstcn, J. Williams, D. Jorstad, K. Lalami, 


Grade 2 J. Berg, T. McKittrIck, G, Roberts 
Grade 1 I. Maule, S. Pedro, R. Scares, J. Cooper 

B. Finnerty 
Practical Name Instrument 

Flute, with Distinction 
Flute, with Distinction 
Flute, with Merit 

Grades G. Redford 
A. Swan 
R. Mason 
S. Standley 

Grades K. Hendrickson 
J. Cooke 
P. Maddern 
M. Fox 

Grades D.Judah 
N. Ball 

N. Hendrickson 
I. Bickley 
M. Patterson 

C. Dunstan 
H. Finkbeiner 
M. Fox 

Grade 4 R.Talbot 
S. Pedro 
J.J. Scares 
S. McMaster 
J. Johnston 
J. Evans 

D. Trott 


Flute, with Merit 



General Musicianship 
with Merit 

Flute, with Distinction 







Piano, with merit 


Horn, with Merit 







K. Lalami 

Flute, with Merit 

D. Swift 


M. Hall 


R. Scares 


C. Brown 


1. Maule 


A. McClay 


S. Pearse 


D. Judah 

Piano, with Merit 

D. Jorstad 


R. Smith 


1. Delany 


Grade 2 

R. Mason 

Piano, with Merit 

P. Barit 


T. McKittrick 

Viola, with Merit 

D. Stanton 


Grade 1 

C. Dunstan 

Piano, with Merit 

P. Mclsaac 


J. Williams 


N. Scares 




Well, Mr. Galea, you did it again! Your production of 
"Bananas" was truly Bermudian — and very in- 
teresting. More seriously known as "The Saltus 
Review", it was made up of an all boys cast — with the 
added 'banana' flavouring of teachers and two old 

The real truth behind those connrnercials skits were 
enjoyable. Probably, the nnost memorable skit was 
Galea's modern version of two of Shakespeare's great 
plays, "Max Romeo and Juliet" and "As you bike it." 

Del Pedro, a Saltus old boy, provided some musical 
entertainment and sang a song of his own composition. 

The magic provided by Michael Bishop and company 
provided a few minutes of anxiety for some. 

Alan Pitman, another old boy and performer in Mr. 
Galea's "Fiddler on the Roof" production of two years 
ago, sang for us of what it would be like to be at Saltus 
— "If I were at Saltus" to the tune of "If I were a Rich- 

The humorous scene of the "Dreadmops" in- 
troduced Rastafarians to the elite Englishman whose 
vocabulary was 'enriched' with such phrases as — 
"W'op'nin"', '"S'cool!" and "Dread!" 

Mr. Beard's own description of the truly Bermudian 
sport of Cricket would have stumped even Barry 
DeCouto .. "When he's in, he's out ..." 

Well, Mr. Galea we will surely miss your face on the 
stage and on the sidelines — which reminds me ... 
George, you were studying that 'magazine' closer than 
your school books! Colin Godwin and Charles Scott 
could not have asked a better question, Mr. Galea ... 
"How long?" (How long before you return?) We hope 
the reply is ... "Not long! " 



Kevin Bean 
Michael Breeze 
Charles Dunstan 
Brian Finnerty 
Paul Fox 
Paul Galea 
Colin Godwin 
David Judah 
Jon Beard 

Myra Armstrong 
Michael Bishop 
Bill Duncan 
Malcolm Durrant 
B. Francis 
H. Finkbeiner 
Edmund Haygarth 
Robert Mason 
Colin McKelvie 

Ian Maule 
Peter Mclsaac 
Dave Morrison 

Mr. Galea has left his mark on Saltus Drama 

Michael Nisbett 
David Northcott 
Sean Pedro 
Reid Kempe 
Paul Morris 
Del Pedro 
Patricia Pedro 
Chris Popper 
Gary Perry 
David Roberts 
Rene Vermeulen 
Kav Walker 
George Wharton 

Alan Pitman 
Charles Scott 
Steven Shepperd 
Nicholas Soares 
Duncan Tavares 
Rajan Toleram 
Brian Toms 

(Decouto) Ikes Brew 


"/ make my own rope" (Periston) 


Mark Aubrey, 3G 

On March 27th, a group of boys selected from the 3rd to 5th form boarded an Eastern Airlines Jet. Our 
destination — Disney World. After a distinctly turbulent flight where De Grilla was seen to turn several shades of 
green, the group spent an eventful and peaceful occupation of Kennedy airport — peaceful, yes, as the police on 
duty seemed to view us with great suspicion and were seen to keep their hands on their holsters whenever we 

After our arrival in Orlando, we were taken to our hotel where we were casually informed that there was no 
record of our reservations. Mr. Duncan, waving his confirmation of our bookings, proceeded to have a major crisis 
and rooms were eventually produced. We then gradually disintegrated to bed. having in'^oduced ourselves to the 
other 600 guests at 2 a.m. 

Our first day was spent in the Magic Kingdom itself and we were very impressed with the size, cleanliness and 
creativity of this vast project, dedicated to pleasure and sheer fun. Despite a crowd of some 60,000. many soon 
ventured towards the popular Space Mountain, Mission to Mars and 20,000 Leagues under the Sea. Most of us 
stayed until midnight to watch the parade, firework display and the endless stream of beautiful girls (we almost 
lost Patterson and Redford several times!). 

The next visit to Disney World was three days later, but meanwhile, we visited Busch Gr'dens, Cypress Gar- 
dens and Circus World. All of these boasted rollercoasters but cries of "Chicken" and similar insults failed to per- 
sude Mr. Duncan to venture on one of these (though he did almosi induce a heart attack on Space Mountain). 

Food, glorious food! We were surrounded by such variety with MacDonald's, Denys, Pizza Inn and Pancake 
House. In the evenings we taught the local police force soccer '< ; a vacant parking lot and then there was the par- 
tying with a group of seventeen thousand school girls from Buffaio, many of whom wanted to kidnap several of our 
group. Soon these fair creatures were familiar with terms such as ire', 'Ikes', 'S'cool' and 'Dread'. 

The tour lasted eight days and it included an overnight stop in Miami and a brief break at Nassau. Everyone 
readily agreed that we had had a good time and we were relieved to see that Mr. Duncan had retained some sem- 
blance of sanity during the trip. 



R. Vermeulen 

Early in the morning of Sunday. June 26th, 1 977, fire broke out in the Senior School assembly hall. The buildings 
east of the hall suffered smoke damage, but removal of the roof and fresh layer of paint sufficed to clean this up. 

Damage to the hall was greater however. The entire top floors as well as part of the walls had to be demolished. 
This work commenced while the school was still open, to t|ie delight of students and teachers alike. It was finished 
during the summer holidays. 

Meanwhile the Headmaster and Trustees decided that the future assembly hall would no longer serve as a 
gymnasium. A normal, one level hall was built, but with the tattered old wooden floor in place to permit possible 
future changes to the hall by excavating it so as to form an auditorium type hall, which is a dream of the Trustees. 
As far as possible the old walls were used too, but the hall was built out further to the south, so as to accom- 
modate a larger number of pupils. Two new entrances on either side replaced the one door on the end. A new roof 
was also built. These building operations were largely completed by Christmas. The total cost for all this amoun- 
ted to $96,591 . 

Morning assemblies have been kindly permitted to be held at St. John's Church throughout the year; they could 
not take place in the new hall due to lack of furniture. Three hundred and fifty new chairs were bought of a value of 
$5,000. A new stage also had to be made: it was installed in time for the review "Bananas", held on the first two 
days in June. Together with a lighting set (which means we do not have to borrow BMDS lights anymore) the stage 
cost $26,000. 

In the fire numerous other valuable objects were lost. Saltus received many very generous donations, 
however, for which we once again express our sincere thanks. The Hon. Ernest Vesey donated a new cedar table, 
the Bermuda High School for Girls donated to us four chairs to go with it. A new lectern was also made. Four por- 
traits of former Headmasters were commissioned to be remade, at a total cost of $5,200. Mr. & Mrs. Motyer 
donated a piano which is of far superior quality than the one we lost. 

One should always remember that Saltus has deliberately decided to build better buildings than it had. Thus, 
while there is not yet a new gymnasium, all the insurance money is spent. In the near future building of the new 
gymnasium will start, however. It will start on the field and will include changing facilities, showers and full ac- 
commodation for many indoor sports. 

After this construction work has finished, the headmaster and Trustees have still more building plans. They 
have in mind a music — art building in the Junior school. Finally, plans exist to build a second floor on top of the 
present assembly hall. It is to accommodate offices, which, to the delight of Mr. Stephenson, will have a com- 
manding view of the entire school premises. Two new classrooms can then replace the present offices. This work, 
however, is still quite sometime (and money!) away. 



Played 9, won 6, drew 1 , lost 2; goals for 42, against 1 7. Position in league — 3rd 

Winning games:- 
St. George's 9-3 
Northlands 6-1 
Berkeley 4-3 
M.S.A. 9-1 
Whitney 6-1 
Warwick Academy 4-2 

Robert Crawford 2-2 

Sandys 2-3 
Warwick Sec 0-1 

Leading scorers:- V. Campbell, 1 7; P. Smith, 7. Both are regulars in Bermuda Youth Squad. 
Colours:- Smith, Collins, Bagen, Pascoe, W. Campbell, Pimental, Burgess, Lines, Ball, McGarrity. 


Played 9, won 7, lost 2; goals for 36, against 1 6. 

Winning Games:- 
Northlands 6-3 
Northlands 2-0 
Devon Lane 6-0 
Devon Lane 5-0 
St. George's 4-3 
St. George's 8-1 
Warwick Secondary 3-2 

Warwick Secondary 2-3 
Warwick Secondary 0-4 


Played 8, Won 4, Drew 2; goals for 1 4, against 1 2. 
Winning Games:- 
Northlands 1-0 
Northlands 3-1 
M.S.A. 1-0 
M.S.A. 4-0 

St. George's 1-1 
St. George's 3-3 

Warwick Secondary 0-1 
Warwick Secondary 1-6 

House Soccer Finals 

Seniors — DARRELL 
Juniors — SALTUS 

6-a-side soccer 

Won 6 games, however, lost in the Semi-final 
The Juniors lost their opening game. 


Seniors: Bk. row, l-r. Mr. Durrant 
(coach); C. Pascoe; W. Pimental; E. 
Ball; S. Bagen; D. Smith; R. Lines; 
D. Burgess; R. Wilson; Mr Beard 
(coach). Ft. row, l-r. T. Hayward; P. 
Smith; V. Campbell (capt.); M. 
McGarrity; W. Campbell; E. 

Inters: Bk. row, l-r. Mr. Morris 
(coach); Mason; Turner; Pitcher; 
Perry; Bardgett; Wharton; Mr. 
Galea (coach). Ft. row, l-r. Bacon; 
Amaral; Wright; Stovell; Kaesar. 

Jnr. Soccer: Standing, l-r. Rouget; 
Swain; Mouchette; Fretwurst; 
Clift; Patterson; Chaves; Joblin; 
Lalami; Williams; Pearse; Dicken- 
son; McClay; Pedro; Delany. 
Kneeling, l-r. Smith; Boyle; 
Bayfield; Cooper; Harvey; Hand- 
sley; Benevides; Hamilton. 




SENIOR:- Played 4, lost 1 . Scores as follows: 

61-24 Warwick Academy 
22-6 Northlands 
Chaffee 26-4 

Leading scorer, Snnith with 4 tries. 

M.S.A. 12-14 

A:- Played 5, lost 1 

M.S.A. 32-12 
Chaffee 44-0 
Whitney 26-6 
Warwick Academy 1 8-1 4 

WON LEAGUE. Leading scorer was Ramirez with 1 1 . 


Warwick Academy 0-40 

B:- Played 5, lost 2. 

Northlands 48-4 
Northlands 24-4 
Warwick Academy 1 2-4 

Leading scorer was Hughes with 5. ■ 

Whitney 6-40 
Whitney 0-16 


Juniors:- "A" lost in the semi final to Whitney. 
Intermediates:- "^" lost in the semi finals to Whitney 
Senior:- "A" won the final defeating Warwick Academy 
"A" 26-6. Defeated M.S.A. in the quarter finals and 
Saltus "B" in the series. 

Senior Rugby: Bk. row, l-r. Mr. Toms (coach); L. Tavares; B. Patter- 
son; H. Jorstad; C. Popper; E. Ball; G. Jack: B. Leitch. Ft row. l-r. S. 
Bagen; R. McKittrick; S. MoPhee, P Smith (capt.); T. Chin; J. 
Vickers; M. Perreault; V. Campbell. 

Junior Rugby: Bk. row, l-r. Mr. Toms (coach); R. Ramirez; L. Smith; 
C. Brown; S. Leman; R. Dickenson. Ft. row, l-r. D. Stovell; T. 
McKittrick; E. Pascoe; D. Jorstad. 

Junior Rugby B: Bk. row. l-r Mr Harrison (coach); M. Patterson; C. 
Dunstan; S. Hughes; M. Breeze; S. Lines; D. Patterson. Ft. row. l-r 
P. Barrit; D. Moniz; R. Toloram; D. Mocklow; S. Joblin; C. Hook. 

Senior 7-a-side: Bk. row. l-r. Mr. Toms (coach): S. McPhee: B. Patter- 
son; C. Popper; G. Jack. Kneeling l-r. J. Vickers: P. Smith: T. Chin: V. 



INTER HOUSE:- Senior House winner was Darrell, 
followed by Butterfield, Watlington &Saltus 
Individual:- Wilson (24.48 mins), Campbell, Joaquin. 

Intermediate House winner was Darrell, Watlington, 
Butterfield &Saltus 
Individual:- Wight, Wharton, Ramirez. 

Junior House winner, Darrell, Saltus, Watlington & 

INTER-SCHOOL:- Senior, Wilson 1st (14.26 mins). 
Senior Team was 2nd overall. 
Intermediate, Wight 5th. Intermediate Team was 3rd 

Junior, Joblin 4th Junior Team was 7th overall. 

Bk. row. l-r. V. Campbell; D. Joaquin; L. Tavares; M. Wilson; K. 
Wight; P. Bacon; W. Campbell. Md. row, l-r. D. Stovell; R. Ramirez; 
G. Perry; G. Wharton; R. Mason; M. Patterson; N. Parsons; D. 
McHarg. Ft. row, l.r. P. Handsley;J. Williams; J. Soares; V. Chaves; 
M. Breeze; D. Patterson; J. Joblin. 


Sandys 53-20 
R.Crawford 40-20 
Warwick Sec. 29-26 
Warwick Academy 47-34 
Berkeley 50-30 

M.S.A. 42-21 
Chaffee 30-19 
M.S.A. 30-20* 

*Semi Final 

Junior Varsity:- 
Played 6, lost 3. 
M.S.A. 13-11 
Crawford 20-18 
Berkeley 26-9 
*Semi Final 

Senior Basketball: Bk. row, l-r., Mr. Beard (coach); C. Pascoe; W. 
Pimental; M. Burch; E. Ball; D. Leitch; E. Collins; M. Wilson; Mr. 
Ziegler (coach). Ft. row, l-r., D. Smith; K. Lambert; C. Popper; P. 
Smith (capt.); B. Leitch; J. Nisbett. 

Chaffee 36-1 1 
Warwick Academy 37-25 
Warwick Academy 19-18* 

A very encouraging season, the boys responded 
positively to coaching and as a result produced an ex- 
cellent standard of basketball. The team was captained 
by Philip Smith who was an inspiration to all who played 
with him. 

Junior Basketball: Bk. row, l-r., G. Perry; L. Bardgett; M. Ruskin; S. 
Mathews; G. Wharton. Ft. row, l-r., K. Wight; J. Wight; R. Mason 
(capt.); C. Wright; D. McHarg. 


Retained the winner shield. 

Seniors:- D. Smith was beaten in the semi finals of the 

Intermediate:- Johnson and Aicardi def'':>ated Bardgett 

and Bacon in the finals of the doubles. 

Bardgett defeated Johnson in the semi finals of the 

singles and went on to win the final. 

Junior:- Clift — finals of the doubles and semi finals of 

the singles. 

Badminton: Bk. row, l-r., Mr. Durrant (coach); D. Smith; C. Brown; L. 
Aicardi; C. Clift; P. Bacon; E. Collins; Ft. row, l-r., J. Johnston; S. 
Mathews; C. Bardgett; R. Talbot; M. Way; R. Smith. 



JUNIORS WON 15-8, 15-4 
SENIORS WON 15-10, 17-15 




1 Darrell 

2 Saltus 

3 Watlington 

4 Butterfield 


1 Watlington 

2 Saltus 

3 Butterfield 

4 Darrell 



Leitch, Bagen, Ball, Tavares, Astarita, 
Madeiros, Lambert, Nisbett 


Seniors played 3 Won 1 Lost 2 3rd 
Juniors played 4 Won 2 Lost 2 2nd 

Senior Volleyball: Bk. row, l-r., L. Tavares; M. Wilson; E. Ball; T. 
Maderios; R. Lambert; Mr. Beard (coach). Ft. row, l-r., C. Lee; S. 
Bagen; P. Smith (capt.); B. Leitch; C. Astarita; (abs. C. Popper). 

Junior Volleyball: Bk. row, l-r., C. Brown; R. Mason; S. Mathews; 
M. Ruskin; C. Bardgett; G. Wharton; Mr. Beard (coach). Ft. row, I- 
r., G. Wight; P. Bacon; K. Wight (capt.); G. Perry; D. Mocklow. 


Juniors won 
Seniors won by 1 0 wickets 

Juniors Lost 
Seniors Lost 

Juniors Lost by 1 Run 

Seniors won by 6 wickets 

Juniors lost by 6 wickets 
Seniors won by 6 wickets 

Cancelled — Points awarded to Saltus 



Won by Saltus 
Runner up Butterfield 



Eugene Pascoe — One of our upcoming Young 

'It's a six!" 

Cricl<et l-lopefuls 



Senior Crici^et: 3k. row, l-r.. Mr. Beard (coach); T, Hayward; D. Junior Cricl<et: Bl<. row, l-r., Mr. Harrison (coach); D. Benevides; 

Trott; E. Ball; C. Lee; V. Campbell; Mr. Durrant (coach). Ft. row, l-r., D. Mocl<low; I. Gilbert; G. Daniels; C. Brown; T. Harvey; R. Smith. 

W. Campbell; K. Lambert; C. Pascoe; P. Smith (capt.); M. Burch; Ft. row, l-r., R. Talbot; D. Moniz; G. Pitcher (capt.); C. Wright; T. 

(abs. D. Smith; E. Collins). McKittrick; (abs. E. Pascoe). 



7-a-side team won the tournament beating Warwick 
Acad, in extra time with a goal by D. Stovell. 


Inter school bowling trophy retained 

Team: R. Lines, J. Rego, C. Bardgett, G. Mocklow 


Won the competition beating nearest rivals, M.S. A. by 30 points. 

SENIORS:- Mowbray 2nd (Breaststroke) 
Taylor 4th (Freestyle) 
De Couto 2nd (Backstroke) 
S. Popper 2nd (Butterfly) 


President's Cup won by K. Lansler. 
Low Gross — B. Leitch. 


I. Bickley & K. Cansler winners of the interschools 
pairs competition. 



800 m 8. Joblin 2nd, 1 500 m S. Joblin 4th 


P. Handsley 3rd, 

J. Williams 4th 



R. Ramirez 1st 


C.Wright 3rd 


C. Bardgett 4th 


S. Turner 4th 


G. Wharton 4th 


B. Patterson 1 st 
M. Wilson 2nd 

400 m 
K. Lambert 2nd 


G. Jack 4th 

Mathews 1 st (Breast'^.troke & Freestyle) 
Amos 2nd (Backstroke) 
Amos 1st (Butterfly) 
RELAY 1st. MEDLEY isl 


D. Lines 2rid (Breaststroke) 
D. Patterson 2nd (Freestyle) 
Joblin 1 St. (Backstroke & Butterfly) 
RELAY 1st. MEDLEY 1st. 

f Decouto ) 

Behind the wicket Keeper 

Mr. Kempe — Founder of the S.G.S 
100 mile club. 









100m A 


1 1 .9 sees. 



100m B 


1 2.5 sees. 



200m A 


25.0 sees 



200m B 


25.5 sees. 



400m A 


58.2 sees 



400m B 


59.6 sees. 





2 mins. 16.3 sees. 



1 bUOm 


4 mins. o^r.u becb. 





10 mins. 49 sees. 





10m. 91 





38m. 58 



Pole Vault 


2m. 89 





36m. 67 



Triple Jump 


1 1m. 82 



Long Jump 


5m. 38 



High Jump 


Im. 60 





49.4 sees. 



Total Points: 

-B55; D80:S34V2; W44V2 







100m A 


1 2.5 sees. 



100m B 


1 1 .9 sees 



200m A 


26.1 sees. 



200m B 


25.8 sees 



400m A 


57.9 sees. 



400m B 


59.5 sees. 


- 4 



2 mins. 1 5.1 sees. 



1 c;nnm 
1 Duum 


5 mins. 7.5 sees. 






1 1 mins. 6.2 sees. 



or loi 


11m. 17 





31m. 3 



Pole Vault 


2m. 44 





33m. 57 



Triple Jump 


1 1m. 98 



Long Jump 


5m. 49 



High Jump 


1m. 58* 





51 .4 sees. 



Total Points: 

-B53; D 51; 

S52V2; W61 

*L. Smith of W establishes a new high jump record, 

beating the previous record by .02m. 







100m A 


1 4.4 sees. 



100m B 


15,2 sees 





29.4 sees. 



200m B 


31 .6 sees 





1 min. 9.6 sees. 



400m B 


1 min. 11,1 sec. 





2 mins. 30,1 sees. 





5 mins. 25 1 sees 





13 mins. 6.8. sees 





9m. 36 





27m. 34 



Pole Vault 


Im. 91 





27m. 6 



Triple Jump 


9m 45 



Long Jump 


4m. 73 



High Jump 


im. 27 





58 9 sees. 

Total Points - B 42 V? . D 65 V? ; S 52; W 48 

Kevin Lambert — Sports Day Victor (Decouto) 

Mackie Wilson — "Up, Up, and Away" (Decouto) 

Ptiilip Smitfi races to victory, again (Butz) 



Due to the fine organization of tlie Duke of Edin- 
burgh Aware Scheme nineteen students, mostly from 
the third form, and eight students, mostly from the four- 
th form aimed for their bronze and silver medals 

"The number doing silver is encouraging," said Mr. 
Galea. "It is to be hoped that they continue and com- 
plete the silver. From this keen group, Saltus should 
see its first Gold Awards in the next eighteen months." 

The activities include treks, camping out, community 
services, physical activities, interests and hobbies. 
These enable the boys to obtain personal achievement, 
initiative and organisation. 

Beginning of a trek 



Two competitions were held in the club, a knock-out and a round-robin. Each competition was divided into two 
divisions. Senior 1-3 and Senior 4 and 5. For the round-robin there was a $10 first prize, $5 second prize, and a $3 
third prize. In the Junior section Carl Clift and John Johnson were tied for first position and Peter Mclsaac finished 
third. In the senior section Oscar Andrade placed first with Christopher Bardgett, and Ian Bickley tied for second. 
In the knock-out tournament the prizes were $5 for first and $3 for second. In the juniors Carl Clift and John John- 
son were tied for first again. In the seniors Oscar Andrade was first with Kevin Winter runner-up. 

Apart from having two internal school tournaments, the Saltus Chess Club also took part in the inter-schools 
chess knock-out tournament. The team was hampered with bad luck, often only losing by one board. In the Frien- 
dlies the team lost against Warwick Academy, Berkeley and the Bermuda College, but managed to defeat Roger 
B. Chaffee by a score of 4-2. In the game against Berkeley they narrowly lost, having at one point seemed assured 
of victory. 

The Friendly games often had more than 10 matches in progress but the actual tournament was restricted to 6 
matches and a reserve match to be played In the event of a draw. The team was again unlucky when it was drawn 
against one of the toughest teams in the first round of the tournament, Warwick Academy, who were the eventual 
winners of the tournament. The team's members in this first match were Andrade (Captain), Bardgett, Bickley 
(reserve), Clift, Joell, Johnston and Madeiros. Chris Bardgett caused the upset of the year in this match when he 
defeated the No. one player on the other team. At one point the match seemed to be very close and could have 
gone either way. Just as our luck would have it, it went the other way 2-4. The team's hopes of winning the tour- 
nament were shattered but the team is looking forward to next year. 

On the whole it was a very busy season with the results proving far worse than how the team actually played. 



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clearly if pou tro not ktxote 
I)ob to tiBC Crt^HsK) correctly. 

by Neil Sloan 

Winning Entries in 
The Headmaster's 
Calligraphy Contest 







by M. Frebwurst 


Teachers 1977— 78 


Miss E.M. Wilkie — Head of Department 
R. Stones, Esq., B.Sc. (Bradford 
Mrs. L. Williams 
R. Walker, Esq. 
Miss M. Armstrong 

Mrs. M. Pettit, Dip. Mus. Ed., R.S.A.M., LR.S.M. 

Mrs. K.Walker 

K. Ackland, Esq. 

Mrs. K Latter 

M. Beasley, Esq. 

J. McEwan, Esq. 

Miss Wilkie 


"... and with an eleven on the second, that makes nO. and now 
for the back nine." 

Music soothes the savage beasts. 

'Now, we are not here to enjoy ourselves. " 

"No, we ain't mate!" 



By John Paul Skinner J6W 

Five Gliptron niglitnnares crept stealthily into my bedroom and jumped onto my bed. They deftly tied up my sub- 
conscious mind, and leaving my body behind, they led me away into the night. Pushing me to the ground, they 
quietly discussed how to scare me most, and then, with a horrible snicker, they led me into the dark wood. 

Up the long hill we trudged, on either side there was a drop into blackness, behind the evil Giltrons and in front a 
dark house. We reached the dusty doorstep and with an evil grin an old Gilptron pushed me inside. The floor 
creaked and the dusty stairs seemed to lead nowhere! Outside, a terrible Oyminfa howled making my face go as 
white as a sheet. The Gilptrons saw my face and were pleased that they were scaring me. I decided to escape. It 
could be fatal, and I might never awake, but anything would be better than this. I gathered together the little 
courage I had left and ran into a dark room. 

Suddenly I was falling and I landed with a thump on a muddy river bank. All around me eyes were blinking, and 
strange noises were coming from close by. Pitch blackness surrounded me and I thought I might as well walk 
somewhere. The ground was rough and eyes kept following me. I even wished I had the company of the Gilptrons. 
Suddenly I heard a howl, and then a scream and cold clammy fingers gripped my neck. Turning, I disappeared 
down the bank and dived into the river. This must be the end I thought. 

The water was cold, and it seemed thick, and far down the river a great shape loomed out of the water. The 
current pulled me towards it and I soon found out that it was an Island, i climbed onto it and was dismayed to see 
that it was covered with woods as well. My courage was failing and I was tired and about to give up when I saw a 
light up ahead. I made a decision quickly and rushed towards the light. As I came closer I saw it was a fire light, 
and around it were sitting ugly troll-like cretures. The moment they saw me the biggest creature uttered a blood 
curdling roar and rushed towards me. A horrible chase followed. 

The creatures, weilding knives, were abounding at full speed towards me, and I ran towards the river. But the 
river was not there! My strength failed and I fell to the ground. But every time I thought I would land, the ground 

disappeared! I fell and fell and fell, further and further and then, nothing. I was no more! In the morning at 

my house a very frightened little boy was telling his mother about this horrible nightmare. 



By Bill Gringley Age 10 J6B 

A darkened night black and dabbed witin excessive 

But one star, a light that stands above the rest, 

Seven hundred and three thousand of these glowing 

fires of light that shine. 

Galaxies of light that shine bright on a starlit moon. 

Its spiral light, twisting and twining, a kingdom of stars, 

A moon, a circular sphere of a speckled grey aging 

light, a shine that will live forever. 

An asteroid, a hunk of block-rock, of sand and soil, 

Moulded by the ember-red hands of a distant galaxy. 

That shall become a dotted light in a death-black night 

of cold, sombre stars. 

A rumble of fear and a death of a star. 

An ear-splitting shatter of death itself. 

A shatter that is heard by a brilliant sun, 

A sun, his father, his maker, which also shines brighter 

than all. 

A fight of fire and light and molecules of dust are 
thrown a thousand light years from us. 
And a firey blow that is a mourning cry. 
But thus a deceased star is hot at first but then im- 

To become a dense black hole forever hidden in its 
ebony blanket. 


By St. John Dyson J5W 

I was a nice sofa in the best furniture shop in town. I cost eight hundred dollars and hardly anyone even looked 
at me when they saw the price pinned to my arm. One day a rich family of just children came into the shop. Their 
mothers and fathers had been multi-millionaires but had died. All of their fathers' money had been collected by the 

Now they wanted a really big sofa and so came over and looked at me. The eldest was about fourteen and she 
said that she wanted to buy me. I was very glad when I heard this because it was quite boring just sitting in the 
shop window. I was delivered in a furniture moving van to a giant sized house. Then I was placed in a comfortable 
room. I did not have time to enjoy the consequence because just then, the children came and jumped on to me. 
"Oof." I could see that I was not going to like this very much. Suddenly there was a loud flurt and the next instant I 
thought that it was snowing. 

Seeing that it could not snow in a house, I cast my eyes down to my belly. There was a great big hole and some 
of my stuffing had come out. The children were so disgusted that they stitched it up and then took me to the 
market, the next day. Here, they got a man to auction me to the highest bidder. The first offer was made by two 
smart looking men. They offered one-hundred dollars but two old ladies then spoke up and said, "One-hundred 
and fifty." Suddenly, everyone stopped murmuring and looked at the auctioneer. He said, "Going ... Going ... 
Gone". The two ladies came to collect me. As I had wheels, they started to push me down the street. Again I was 
happy. These old ladies would probably treat me nicely and it was not likely that they would start jumping on me. I 
thought that they were probably quite poor by their appearance. However, when I arrived at their house it was 
even more elaborate than the children's house. Inside, it looked like a palace. 

I was to find out why, very soon. Instead of the house being empty, there were men and women running about, 
every where. Besides this, there was a richly dressed man in front of me. he was, as by now I knew, the governor. 
He shouted something to make two men come running. Then they wheeled me into a room full of people. Here, 
the people sat on me and kept commenting on how soft I was. Also they said that the material covering me was 
the Tinest. This is the life, I thought. People admiring you and treating you with respect. 

After what seemed like a party and everyone had gone home, the man who owned the house came and sat on 
me. I like this I thought. I stayed in the same house for about a year and then one day, my master.came and kicked 
me saying, "You stupid sofa! You are always getting in the way these days." Then he sent me to the dump to rot. 


By Ian Mackin J5W 

My sister is bratty so I think all sisters are bratty. I 
tease my sister alot. I tease her because she bothers 
me. I always say to her "Gillian Ruth Mackie" to get on 
her nerves. She always tells on me. I think all sisters 
have something in common. She hates to be left out in 
games or fun. She never eats dinner. I wish I didn't have 
a sister sometimes. I think all sisters are selfish 
and greedy, but I know that my sister is the worst out of 
them all. 

They always pinch and kick. The way I have been 
describing her seems mean. She does a lot of good 
things for me. She helps me feed the dogs, hoe the gar- 
den, clean my bike, polish my shoes, clean the dog run, 
wash my dog and comb him. 

She is pretty but I tell her she looks ugly because she 
calls me names. She goes to the Hight School and has 
learned how to do gymnastics (and also bite). She is six 
years old but she acts like she is eight. You can hear 
her yell from a mile away. She is very fast for her age. 
She is also big and strong. She is skinny as well. She 

A Gntiiihs sometimes thinks she is Wonder Woman. 



By Keith Hodgkins 5M 

One day my friend and I went out camping in the forest. It was a very nice feeling to see the rabbits running and 
the squirrels chattering away. You could hear the birds singing and the foxes howling. 

We found a nice bit of ground to put up our tents. I went collecting wood for a fire, while Craig Morbey unpacked 
the pots, pans, sleeping bags, tents, food and bags for the garbage. It was getting late so we made our supper 
which was chicken and potatoes. Then we put out the fire, went to read, after that we both went to bed. 

In the night you could hear the wolves howling and the foxes barking. In the morning breakfast was already 
made. We had eggs and bacon and hot cocoa. My friend Craig is an excellent cook. The next thing we did was to 
go exploring, we climbed trees and had berry fights. Craig had to give up because I had cornered him. We often 
liked watching the squirrels come and eat the bread we gave them. But once I thought a lion was coming but it 
was only two rabbits. We headed home when we suddenly heard a crackling of a tire. It turned out to be a forest 
fire. It was so hot that we had to run to get away from the fire. Animals were running for their lives. I was tripped by 
a bunch of rabbits. I got my walkie talkie and said, "This is Keith Hodgkins speaking, I report a forest fire near the 
Crooked Canyon it's an emergency." I heard sirens in the distance, the fire engines screeched to a halt. I saw 
firemen carrying hoses and chain saws to cut down trees. I stood still for a second until I saw a baby fawn fall. A 
fireman took care of it and carried on with his work. I got so hot I fell to the ground. 

The next thing I knew I was in hospital. I found out that I had got heat stroke. After two days in hospital I got 
out. One day after that Craig and I got an award for saving Phantom Forest from ashes. The award was a shield 
with a four leaf clover in the middle. 

PAAoc ^^^^^ e.£;ftiNrf<;L£y ii^* 


"HOW FIERCE IS IT?" By Matthew Clifford 5M 

"Wow, that was a good show for T.V.", I said to myself. "That was one of the best T.V. shows about a storm I've 
ever seen! " 

I was getting tired, since that show was a great show Movie for Late nights which is it's name. 

"Now, that's what I call a nice supper", I said when I had finished my cooked fish. "Can I goto bed Ma?" 

"Yes, you may, but I think I remember you saying you wouldn't get tired of that late show". 

"Well, nobody's perfect," I said, but I don't think it did any good. 
"BRRRRR! ! !" I thought to myself. "Maybe I should close the window, it should keep warm then". But it still didn't 
keep warm, it was cold enough to turn me into an ice human — "CRASH" The window had been broken by a rock 
and some pieces of wood which had been carried across the air by the wind that a storm was coming. I yelled 
out, "STORM," but then I remembered that you call out fire, and not storm. I woke up Mom and Dad, just so they 
didn't get chilly when asleep. I went to my sisters' rooms and woke them up. But sara, my young sister only 
screamed because I had woken her up! "All right, now be quiet, that's enough screaming for to-night — but that 
doesn't mean that you can scream the other nights which are coming up soon". 

I could do nothing but try to stop my room and other things from getting blown to bits. "Dad the basement is 
getting flooded, and i can't turn off the water! " 
"Well, keep on trying until you can get the tap to shut off all the leaks!" 
"But there isn't a tap like that, well at least I didn't know there was a tap like it". 

Suddenly the lights went out, all was done for, no shut off tanks, no nothing. I could feel the swirling water get- 
ting into my throat and also choking me to death ! 
"Please get to that tap. Son. What's going on there?" 
"SWOOSH!!!" "Ulp!" 

And outside my mother was trying to get people to help work, but only two were useful. I went and just when I had 
gotten free from the drowning water, I fell right back into the flood. Unfortunately I wasn't done for, I had scram- 
bled back to safety. 
"Dad, where are you?" 
"Over here, but I hope you've found the tap". 
"Well, I haven't" 

Outside, I could see trees falling on our roof, but then suddenly I saw a brick from the walls move, and then the 
roof had collapsed. I couldn't get loose from the stones which were holding me as if I was pinned. 
"Help me" 

"What's happened. Son?" 
CRACK!!! 00 H H. 

"Hurry Dad, before that tree comes and flattens me until I'm no more than a flat boy who has a nose out of 

shape! " 

I could feel my blood turn cold with fright when that tree cracked through the roof a little more. 
"I'm going to call for help. Son, I think the roof's weakening too much". 

Then I heard the sirens of police cars and fire trucks coming this way, I also heard that tree twice again. 

"My son's in the basement, he's going to be killed if you don't do something about that tree". 

"Thank God they're here, for if they don't get going I'll be flattened". 

The tree was coming right through the walls which was getting on my nerves. 

"Here boy, grab onto this piece of rope and tie it around that stone on your side". 

"Rodger Dodger, Ten Four" 

The rope was tied onto the stone and then the men started to pull and tug on the rope, trying to get the stone off 

my side. 

"We did it, now tie the rope to that other brick". 
"Oh, great" 

"It's your arm, good OK" 

Soon the stones weie off me, but I remembered something — the tree. The tree was still unsafe to be close to. 
"Look out!" CRASH!!! 

"Hurry, we've got to get him out of that place before it's too late!" 

The tree was closing in on me only my hands were free. The men were pulling and pushing on the branch, and 
then it started to move. It moved a bit more, and then I was free but I felt weary for some time. I fainted when I was 
helping to put things back into order. When I came to, I found myself in a bed, but it wasn't my bed, it was a bed all 
with white sheets. The pillow was white and the sheets felt heavy like material. I soon found out about myself 
bein ;i taken to the hospital by an ambulance in case I might have brain damage. I had been waiting for my mother 
and fattier for some hours. Then the door opened and a nurse said that my parents had some trouble getting to the 
hospital because the car had had the lights broken so they would have to come in the morning. When I woke up I 
felt dizzy, I thought I saw some people round my bed, but they looked like they had been smudged. I fell back into 
my coma and it was when at lunch time I saw myself in a sort of mirror, I thought I was having an operation, but I 
was just having some checkings for my brain. I was back in my room in half an hour and my brain wasn't so 
crokey. Mv mother liad come for me some time before this had happened, the time was right for me to go home 
again, and so i did, and then I was so happy to see my mother again that we had a celebration party for getting me 
back home in time for my own birthday. And I was so happy to have two parties for the first time. 


By Jimmy Skinner J5M 


By Philip Glift J6V/ 

One winter day in 1840, an expedition of seven 
people were climbing tine Alps. They expected to be 
home at night fall, but two hours later a snowstorm oc- 

One person yelled, "There's a shack." Everybody 
ran through the fresh fallen snow. A couple of minutes 
later an avalanche started. Hundreds of tons of snow 
thundered down the mountain. The snow knocked 
down the big trees and covered everything in its path. 
One of the things that got covered was the shack with 
the seven men in it. 

When the expedition did not return that night, people 
decided to send a search party. The search party was 
made up of five men and a Saint Bernard. A Saint Ber- 
nard is a big, furry dog that was raised by the monks of 
the hospice of the Great Saint Bernard of Menthon. 
Thanks to their keen scent and their sense of direction, 
they have saved hundreds of people lost in the snow. 

As soon as it got light in the morning, the search par- 
ty and Barry, the dog, started up the mountain. The 
searchers carried picks, shovels, rope, first aid eqiup- 
ment and a knapsnack full of provisions. 

Barry was a big dog. He weighed about two hundred 
pounds, and his coat was brown and white. He led the 
searchers up the mountain. The avalanche destroyed 
all the land marks so the searchers depended on 
Barry's nose to find the lost expedition. 

After a few hours, Barry began to run faster and bark 
excitedly. Soon Barry stopped and started to dig in the 
snow. The men started to shovel it away. Soon they 
began to hear shouts. They sounded soft because of 
the snow. The searchers had found the lost expedition! 

The cold rainfilled wind fiercely attacked the long 
grass, For a moment it looked as if the grass was 
striking back. The larger trees swayed smoothly en- 
joying themselves. The wind came in short but sharp 


A leaf was caught off guard and off with the wind it 
flew. Smart ones hung on for dear life at all times. The 
sight made me think what it would be like if I were a 

I would be begging the wind to stop. All my strenght 
would be devoted to clinging on to the hopefully firm 
tree. It would be a desperate battle between the power- 
ful wind and the leaf, me. Finally, I guess, I too would be 
carried off by the wind. 

I stopped day-dreaming and started to feel thankful 
that I did not have a great problem of gripping a tree for 
life every time a wind came. I watched a leaf fly to the 
dark heavens, another one did the same, then another. 
They may not ever touch firm land again. I dismissed 
this thought from my mind for it gave me a grotesque 
pain in my stomach. The deep pain was soon replaced 
by a thankful feeling in my heart. I felt lucky to be who I 

The wind howled down the chimney and blew in my 
smiling face. 



By Geordie Wardman J4L 

One day my father came in the room like a chicken with its head cut off. "Yippee, yah hoo, goody, goody, gum- 
drops! We're rich." I snapped in a startled voice, "we are?" Then he ran into the closet and gave me a scuba 
diving suit. I asked him, "what is this for?" 
"Well, I just found there's a boat for sale. Let's go buy it." 

Off we went. When we got there we jumped in and started going out to the marvelous blue sea. We stopped near 
North Rock. We plunged in the sea. Down, down, down, into the deep, dark depth we went. While we were swim- 
ming by we saw sea fans waving here and there like seesaws at the park, and reef fish swimming in and out of the 
coral. I looked at all the glistening corals, at all sorts and colours. I even saw a shark slowly but anxiously swim- 
ming towards me. As it got closer I noticed that it was the great white shark, king of the hunters of the sea. it had a 
white stomach and five gills and I could see its sharp-edged teeth glistening in the water. When it was three 
meters away I kicked to escape but as I did the shark darted away but soon came back again with its flippers 
slowly flapping. I could see it was eager to eat me so I swung my flipper up and down and it darted away. I looked 
at my air pressure gauge and as I was looking at it the shark came at full speed but luckily brushed aginst me and 
shoved me against the coral reef, sending the fish darting out of my way. When my back touched the coral a rock 
opened up. I swam for my father who was taking pictures of the beautiful fish. I patted him on the back and he 
came with me. As we entered the cave we saw that there was no water and there were bushes. We walked along 
and turned a corner, we saw that there were no bushes and it was cold and misty and water was trickling down the 
sides of the passage. Bats would swoop down every minute or two and the stalactites, which were crystal, looked 
like knives sticking out of the wall. We turned another corner and before our very eyes we saw a city made of gold, 
sparkling, glistening, glowing, shining. It looked better than the sunset. The streets were made of gold and there 
were huge towers and castles and round odd shapes and glass domes which looked like half an egg. There were 
houses made of gold and the windows were made of crystal and we could see thousands of people dressed in silk 
and velvet. There I saw a king who saw me and sent guards to capture me. I ran under one of the guards legs and 
around the other but turned a corner and bumped into a guard. We both fell but I was the first to get up. I ran and 
found some mini-sea rockets. I saw my father and called but a guard got him so I jumped in one of the rockets and 
pulled down a lever which was made of gold. Then I pressed a button and I whizzed off and took careful aim and 
went straight for the guard's head, i hit it fair and square, right in the forehead. It knocked him out and my father 
jumped in the rocket. I put on full speed and headed straight for the passage out. I looked behind and saw all the 
people charging after us and all the towers, castles and houses and domes. But soon we lost all the people and 
were out of the cave. I jumped out and pushed the coral and the cave closed and I jumped back in the rocket. 
When I got home we told my mother and I even brought some gold to prove it and we got rich. 


By Andrew Mackay 

On one cold night when my dog and I were alone in 
the house, I suddenly heard a rattle on the window. I 
shivered and I pulled my dog close. I decided to watch 
some television so I turned on the television set. 

I heard a sound like swirling winds, they howled like 
coyotes howling before the sunset. Then there was 
lightning flashing in sheets. I knew it was a storm. 

After Starsky and Hutch had finished it started to 
rain, driving rain came down like bees from a hive. The 
sky was pitch black, the moon was hidden among the 
grey clouds. Fires were started by the falling power 
lines, falling near dead and dry things. Trees were 
smashing on houses. There were boats adrift in the 
harbour. There were loud thunder claps and rumbles. 
There were accidents occuring in the streets. 

I wonder how my parents will get home? The next 
day I saw the sun shining in and it was a nice day. So I 
got out of bed and had my cereal named Crunch 
Berries. I decided to put on the radio. It said that a lot of 
damage had been done. That was quite a storm. My 
parents had gotten home safely, and I was glad that the 
storm was over. 

J. Patterson 



By Billy Paterson, 4A 

My name is Carlos. I am ten years old and I have a 
younger sister who is three years old. For weeks now I 
have been saving to buy a skateboard. So when my 
mother came into the room I asked, "Can you give me 
the two dollars that I need to buy a skateboard, 

"I told you you have to earn the money," she replied. 

"Then what can I do to earn it" I waited. 

"I have to go to the store for a few things, if you take 

care of your sister Mary until I get back, I will give you 

the two dollars," she suggested. 

"Sure that's easy," I laughed. 

I thought it was going to be easy. 

Mother had just been gone a few minutes when trouble 

started. I heard this loud carash coming from the kit- 

chen. I ran to see what the noise was. The little brat has 

smashed my mother's best china tea pot. 

"Get into my room and stay there until I clean up this 

mess," I shouted. 

I had almost finished clearing the mess up when I 
heard another crash. I ran into my room to see what 
was going on. That monster had pulled down my 
bookshelf. I sent her to her room and told her to stay 
there until I picked up the books. 

I had finished picking up the books when I realized 
everything was very quiet. I went to look for Mary and 
found her in my mother s bedroom covered in lipstick I 
didn't know what to do. Just then my mother walked in. 

"What's been going on here?" she yelled. After I had 
told her what Mary had been up to se said, "Never 
mind, I got you the skateboard you have worked so 
hard for." 

One thing for sure even if my mother gives me one 
hundred dollars I will never baby sit for my sister again. 



This year, in the junior school, the most satisfying aspect of our music making was the involvement of so many 
children in the rock opera "Joseph And His Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat." 

Frankly, it marked the end of an era for me because I doubt if I'll have the necessary talents combined in staff, 
children, parents and instrumentalists (imagine - a professional string quartet all to ourselves!) ever again. 

Everyone worked hard and both Mr. Stones and I were thrilled with the results. It was a case of the right time, 
the right place and the right people! Thank you all. 

Sixty children passed theory exams this year and a greater number than usual will attempt the practical exams 
at the end of the month. 

While this is gratifying and I found that most children do practise hard, there are one or two exceptions and I 
find this depressing. 

It's such a dreadful waste of time and money. 

Ishall be very sorry to see the departure of the Heller String Quartet. 

We have been so fortunate to have them. They have given unsparingly of their time and have been of great 
value to us. In the last two years string teaching has developed to such an extent that we are now able to have a 
school orchestra instead of a school band. 

This year we decided to hold a school concert to raise funds for the building project and this will take place in 
June — hopefully with some good results! We really need an art and music block in the junior school 

I was delighted with the efforts of some boys in J6B who organised a fair and raised $1 00 to this end. Well done 
you guys! 

Lastly, many thanks to the junior school staff, particularly Mr. Walker, without whose cooperation life could well 
be impossible — instead of just fantastic ! 

Marjorie Pettit 


By David Stubbs J6W 

Music in Saltus is very good. For three years, since I 
was eight, I have been playing the violin and this year I 
will betaking my Grade II exam. I have lessons on Wed- 
nesday from 3.45 to 4.30 from Mrs. Watlington, and on 
Friday at lunchtime when I play duets with Adam 
Payne. Mr. Burrin, a member of the famous Heller 
String Quartet teaches us. I am a member of the School 
Orchestra, and on Monday we have a club after school 
from 3 30 to 4.30. The orchestra will play in the school 
concert, and on Monday we practice our pieces. 

In the music lesson Mrs. Pettit teaches us the theory 
of music and aLoi't the lives of the composers. This 
year John Paul Skiri^er and I took Grade III and Grade 
IV theory of music exams. We scored very well, which 
made Mrs. Pettit as , '■- '^sed as we were. 

On Tuesday we hav : : choir period in the afternoon 
during which pupils in the Sixth and Seventh Grade 
practice their songs to prepare for the Annual School 
Concert for The Committee of 25. We will sing a variety 
of about nine songs. There will also be Choral Speaking 
in the concert. The school also puts on a Christmas 
production every year and last year they put on Joseph 
and His Amazing Technicolor Dream Coat, the year 
before was Smike and the year before was Cinderella. 

I think that Saltus pupils are very fortunate to have 
the wide range of musical exposure, thanks to Mrs. Pet- 
tit and hei helpers, and that we should take advantage 
of the opportunities that are provided. 

Saltus Orchestra — move over Lawrence Welk, turn over Haydn. 

(Photos by Walker) 

The "Heller Group". The Quartet has gone, but left behind 
strong roots. 







Henry Adderley 
Scott Amos 
Ian Braekstone 
Christopher Bryan 
Andrew Clark 
Sinnon Copely 
Michael A.E. Davis 
Charles Dunstan 
Nicholas Dyson 
Mark Essner 
Andrian Fusinaz 
Andrew Griffiths 
Rirchard Hamnnond 
Alexander Hunter 
Erik Jackson 
Jason Jones 
Benjamin Judah 
Michael Klein 


Bruce Lattyak 
John Logan 
Kevin Mayall 
Kirk Marcoe 
Christopher Marshall 
John Menge 
Marco Montarsolo 
Christopher Powell 
Jeffrey Ryall 
Andrew Shutter 
Scott Simmons 
Christopher Spurling 
Dudley Thomas 

Julian Wilkinson 
James Young 
Reed Young 


Marc Bacon 
James Burns 
Nicholas Campbell 
Patrick Caton 
Philip Clift 
Simon Croft 
Patrick Cooper 
Kenneth Dallas 
Joseph DeSilva 
Raymond DeSilva 
Nicholas Glynn 
James Guishard 
Daniel Haygarth 
Graeme Hunter 
Steven Johnstone 
Roland Lines 
James Munro 
James Mason 
Mark Mansi 
Ross Morbey 
David Mulholland 
Jose Prado 
John Philip Wolf 
Marco Zanoe 


John Bluck 
Mark Cave 
Stephen Davidson 

Christian Luthi 
Eric Marchais 
Adam Payne 


John Paul Skinner 
David Stubbs 


Violin (Grade 1) 

Nicholas Dyson (Pass) 
James Mason (Pass) 
Robert Petty (Pass) 

Violin (Grade 2) 

John Paul Skinner (Pass) 
David Stubbs (Distinction) 

Violin (Grade 3) 

Adam Payne (Merit) 

Viola (Grade 2) 

Jose Prado (Pass) 

Cello (Grade 1) 

John Philip Wolf (Pass) 

Flute (Grade 3) 

John Bluck (Pass) 
Simon Croft (Pass) 
St. John Dyson (Merit) 
Kirk Marcoe (Pass) 

Flute (Grade 4) 

Christian Luthi (Pass) 

Trumpet (Grade 4) 

Marc Bacon (Merit) 
Ross Moreby (Pass) 

Piano (Grade 1) 

Nicholas Campbell (Pass) 
Patirck Cooper (Pass) 
James Mason (Merit) 
Eric Marchais (Merit) 
Dudley Thomas (Pass) 
Marco Zanol (Pass) 

Piano (Grade 2) 

Daniel Haygarth (Pass) 

Piano (Grade 3) 

James Guishard (Pass) 
John Paul Skinner (Pass) 

Clarinet (Grade 3) 

David Mulholland (Distinction) 
Andrew Shutter (Pass) 
Christopher Spurling (Merit) 


By Erik Jackson J6W 

This year, having been my first time at Saltus, I have 
learned very much in music. In theory and actual 
playing, there has been an improvement from my other 
school. Having been admitted to the school orcehstra 
also helped me with my saxophone. This instrument 
produces a beautiful, smooth sound varying from an ex- 
treme low note to a very high pitched tone, it has many 
keys and takes a long time to learn all the different 
hand positionings. Its long slender body curves in dif- 
ferent directions from the mouthpiece clear down to 
the bell which opens out to project the sound made by 
the instrument. My particular saxophone is aB flat sax 
because all fingers off is B flat. 

Our musical production which we put on earlier in 
the year called Joseph and his Amazing Technicolour 
Dream Coat was a big success. Mrs. Pettit and Mrs. 
Stones put a lot of hard work and thought into the rock 
opera to make it what it was. Now we're moving our at- 
tention to another play which is "Jesus Christ, Super 
Star." The choir and choral speaking are now starting 
to shape us to such an extent that it looks like this will 
be a success, also. 

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Nicholas Kempe 


Mark Mansi 


Stephen Davidson 


John Paul Skinner 


Robert Fisher 


Gareth Cooper 


Andrew Shutter 

Potiphar's wife 

John Hayward • 


Philip Clift 


Marc Bacon 


Jose Prado 



Mark Chudleigh 

Patricia Martin Grant Brandson 

Sean Darling 

Lisa Mello 

Mark Chudleigh 

Grant Brandson 

Adam Payne 

Thad Murdoch 

Erik Jackson 

Graeme Hunter 

Mark Cave 


Scott Kitson 


Potiphar accuses Joseph 

A Swinging, Singing Ptiaroati 


Some of Joseph's Brothers 

Joseph's Technicolor Dreamboat 


Veronica Meredith 

led by 

Musical Director Marjorie Pettit 
Technical & Lighting Rawdon Walker 

House Manager 

John McEwan 

assisted by 

Bruna Foladore 
Grace Heuser 

Patricia Shutter 
Mary Martin 
Beryl Roberts 

Stage Manager 

Keith Ackiand 


Eileen Wilkie 

The Set and Props 

Kay Latter 

assisted by 

Kay Walker 
Myra Armstrong 
Ann Boyle 
Mark Beasley 
and the Theatre Arts Club 

Make-up & Dressing 

Kay Walker 

assisted by 

Molly Luthi 
Patricia Pedro 

Ann Boyle 
Wendy Hamill 

Judy Kitson 
Lilian Williams 


Piano Marjorie Pettit 

Guitar Rod Meredith 

Percussion Michael Bishop 

and the Heller String Quartet, appearing by kind per- 
mission of the Menuhin Foundation 

Violin I 
Violin II 


Jean Fletcher 
Philip Burrin 
Ross Cohen 
Paul Moxon 



TAG DAY AUGUST 20th, 1977 

Over seventy volunteers fronn the Junior School helped to make Tag Day the most successful one ever record- 
ed. Boys worked in twos and threes wearing special tee shirts identifying them as Junior members of the Commit- 
tee of 25. 

"On Tag Day I was nervous when I timidly approached my first customer and asked if he would be kind 
enough to buy a tag. Luck was on my side and I was soon selling many tags. Later, as I walked back to 
Headquarters with my full box, I thought of the jingling coins that would help to buy a new brace or wheel chair for 
a handicapped child and I felt pleased that I had helped in some small way. To me, being a member of the Com- 
mittee of 25 is an honour and I always wear my tee shirt with pride." 

Ross Morbey, J6W 

Christmas Activities 1977 

Christmas Card and Diary Competitions 

Number of Children who participated = 108 

Number of cards sold =15,719 

Number of orders delivered = 1,020 

Number of diaries sold = 400 


J7 — Christian Luthi 
J6 — Stevem Nanemsee 
J5 — Kirk Heuser 
J4 — Henry Adderley 

Overall winner Thomas Dunstan J6W 
Winner Diary Competition Derek Theisen J7S 

Best sellers for Committee of 25 Cfirlstmas Cards & Diaries: C. 
Luthi; T. Dunstan; D. Ttieisson; H. Adderley; K. Heuser; S. 

One of the most popular Christmas Cards, the Nativity Scene, was designed by Graham Boyle and Douglas Pat- 
terson J7S. 

"In November Mrs. Williams gave us our order forms and some sample cards and the day after I received them 
I went out taking orders from various people in the neighbourhood. Some people bought 20, some only 3, but I felt 
so good when Mrs. Cox bought 300! I remembered that every 25c. went to help a handicapped child so I was 
determined to sell a lot. Selling the next 300 was quite hard because I had already approached most people — but 
finally I managed to sell at least 600 and win a prize." 

(Christian Luthi J7S) 

Sponsored Bicycle Ride 

Several members of J7, Scott Kitson, John Bluck, William Smith and Ian Pitcher, decided to work on a small 
project of their own and earned $1 45.55 between them. 

"It was when I was over at John's house that we decided to make some money by having a sponsored bike ride. 
John and I called up all the people we could think of but only three of them could participate with us. We collected 
pledges from our sponsors and the cyclists met at the flagpole. All five of us rode from the flagpole to the town of 
St. George's where we had lunch. Then we rode back to Hamilton where we all departed to collect the money we 
had earned for our ride." 

(Scott Kitson J7S) 

Toy Collection 

Almost every Junior School boy donated a toy to the annual Christmas toy collection. Those toys in excellent 
condition were given to the children at St. Brendan's Hospital and the rest were re-sold at the Bargain Box. 

This year, all money from these activities will be used to help finance the Committee's major project — the 
construction of a swimming pool for the physically handicapped people of Bermuda. Well done. Juniors, keep up 
the good work! 





BSSF (CENTRAL 1 League) 

6 6 0 2 9 8 


Victor Scott School beat us twice and so they were the league champs this year. We had to settle for 'runners-up'. 

R. Boyle (2 goals), W. McHarg (1), W. Smith (2), M. Mansi (1). J. Prado (1), A. Dias (1^ B. Morris (1), S. Croft, J. 
Mason, R. Morbey, D. Mulholland, C. Spruling, K. Hamill, I. Pitcher, K. Thompson, P. Brown, R. Amott, M. Moniz, 
N. Kempe, G. Thomas, M. Way. 


Played in October prior to the start of the 1 1-a-side league games the round robins for A and B teams both en- 
ded in three way ties. 

Saltus 'A' team won their play offs against West Pembroke and Dellwood in regular games but in the 'B' section 
the three teams Saltus, M.S.A. and West Pembroke still ended tied and so had to have a three way penalty com- 
petition — in the dark as it turned out. Fortunately our boys were able to see a little clearer than the opposition 
and emerged winners. So both our A and B Squads went to National Stadium for the finals. There we managed 
third and second places in the round robin. 

'A' Squad: A. Dias, N. Kempe, W. McHarg, M. Mansi, R. Boyle, M. Way. 

'B' Squad: J. Prado, R. Amott, W. Moniz, P. Brown, G. Thomas, B. Morris, J. Mason, R. Morbey & I. Pitcher. 



In the Inter House Soccer League no house established a clear superiority as the league places indicate:- 




P F 




















J4 & J5 Champions — Watlington Soccer Squad. 

Most of the 2 teams which gave Saltus House the overall Soccer 



The cross country races this year went around the 
dunes of Horseshoe Bay — an arduous course with 
narrow tracks and our runners found difficulty getting 
good places. We only took one team of Under 1 1 boys 
— J.H. Furgeson (28), M. Zanol (44), A. Fusinaz (66), W. 
Smith (49), P. Cliff (84), J. Mason (83). 

Under 11 Cross Country Team: Bk. row, l.r. M. Zanol; W. Smith; 
J.H. Ferguson. Ft. row, l-r. A. Fusinaz; J. Mason; P. Clift. 


Thirty three teams entered our second annual lun- 
chtime tournament and after two weeks of hectic play 
the finalists were the Golden Eagles (A. Dias, W. 
McHarg, S. Babensee) and Falcons (R. Boyle, A. 
Babensee, R. Amott.) 

At the end of regulation time the score was tied 1-1 . 
In 'sudden death' penalties the Falcons missed their 
second shot so The Golden Eagles were victorious. 


Fourteen of our boys competed in the zone 
preliminary heats at National Stadium and three got 
through to the finals — J.H. Ferguson (U.10 Long Jump 
placed 4th), R. Amott (U11 High Jump placed 4th), R. 
Morbey(U11 Long jump placed 1 st). 


U10 J.H. Ferguson, C. Morbey, M. Klein, M. Zanol. 
U1 1 R. Amott, R. Morbey, M. Mansi, J. P. Skinner. 
U12 R. Hamill, A. Bortoli, W. McHarg, G. Thomas, W. 
Smith, M.Chudleigh. 

In the heats Ross Morbey jumped 4.73 m. — a new 
school record. 

3-a-side Hocl<ey (winners & Runners up): Bl<. row, l-r. R. Boyle; R. 
Amott; A. Babensee. Ft. row, l-r. S. Babensee; W. McHarg; A. 

Athletic team Inter School Sports: Bk. row, l-r J.H. Fefguson; R. 
Hamill; M. Mansi; A. Bortoli; R. Amott; R. Morbey; R. Smith. Ft. 
row, l-r. C. Morbey; M. Zanol; J. P. Skinner; M. Chudleigh; G. 
Thomas; W. McHarg; M. Klein. 

Roger Amott has developed an excellent flop In High Jump. 

J.H. Ferguson jumped into 4th place. 



Inclement weather forced the cancellation of our 
Fathers vs The Boys ganne on Founders Day ... perhaps 
fortunately for the Fathers - they were to play a teann 
which became undisputed National Champions. 

The first Interschool Softball Competition for Boys 
was held this year and we emerged victorious. We 
played six games on Friday 23rd June and won them 
all beating: 

West End 10-0, Paget 7-1, Elliott 6-0, Harrington Sound 
4-3, Glebe 6-1 , Heron Bay 4-0. 

Squad with positions — R. Boyle (2B), G. Thomas (SS), 
J. Hayward (IB), A. Dias (Catcher), M. Moniz (P-^GF), 
A. Bortolio (P-hOF), R. Hamill (P + 3B), W. Smith 
(3B-H0F), J. Mason (OF), I. Pitcher (OF), N. Kempe 
(OF), E. Jackonson (OF), R. Smith (OF), B. Morris (OF). 


The overall standard of Softball continues to improve 
in school, and this was quite obvious to all who wat- 
ched the House games. 
ROUND ONE — Watlington 16 — Saltus6 
ROUND TWO — Darren 1 2 — Butterfield 1 1 
CONSOLATION — Butterfield 1 6 — Saltus 6 
FINAL — Watlington 1 5 — Darrell 9 


Throughout the Summer term, in games lessons, 
lunchtimes and after school, every boy in the school 
was given the opportunity to try his best in up to four- 
teen athletic events and then to try to improve on these 

These boys achieved the maximum FIVE STARS in 
either THREE events or DECATHLON. 

J6W + J6B 


J7S — J7A 

R. Amott 
A. Bortoli 
M. Chudleigh 
R. Hamill 
W. Smith 
G. Thomas 

R. Amott 
A. Bortoli 
M. Chudleigh 
R. Hamill 
W. Smith 
G. Thomas 
R. Boyle 

J5W + 5M 

M. Mansi 
J. Mason 
R. Morbey 
B. Morris 
D. Mulholland 
J. Prado 
J. P. Skinner 
O. Sommer 
M. Zanol 
J.H. Ferguson 
S. Babensee 
N. Stratford 

R. Lines 
C. Morbey 

M. Mansi 
J. Mason 
R. Morbey 
B. Morris 
D. Mulholland 
J. Prado 
J. P. Skinner 
O. Sommer 
M. Zanol 
J.H. Ferguson 

R. Lines 
A. Fusinaz 



Outstanding individual performances:- 




D. bmitn (o) 

Higli Jump 

1 .uom 

A. Griffith (S) 

Long Jump 


B. Smitli 


16.1 sec. 

t). bmitn 


ou.o sec. 

1. bracKstone [U) 

n ign jump 

1 . 1 /im 

C. Morbey (B) 

long Jump 


C. Morbey 


15.1 sec. 

u. Moruey 


1 iL.d. sec. 

M. Mansi (Uj 

nign Jump 

1 .^um 

n. iviuiutjy 

1 /^nn III mr^ 
l-UI ly JUI 1 l|J 

A DRm 
M-.UOI 1 1 

R. Morbey 


15.1 sec. 

J.H. Ferguson (W) 


71 .9 sec. 

R. Amott (W) 

High Jump 


A. Bortoli (W) 

Long Jump 


W. McHarg (B) 


14.6 sec. 

R. Hamill(B) 


71 .4 sec. 


In the 1500m. open, the first four boys all beat last 
years time so easily the timekeepers were somewhat 

Mex Bortoli (J7 Champ); Marco Zanol (1500m. winner); Adam 
Payne & John Hayward, ail Watlington! 

FIRST: —Marco Zanol 

SECOND: — Roland Lines 

THIRD: — James Ferguson 

FOURTH: — Philip Marsh 

All remarkable performances 

5 mins. 7 sees. 
5 mins. 36.4 sees. 
5 mins. 37.0 sees. 
5 mins. 48. 6 sees. 


Champions on Sports Day: B. Smith (J4); C. Morbey (J5); R. Mor- 
bey (J6); A. Bortoli (J7); M. Zanol (1500m.) 

J4 Champion Billy Smith 

J5 Champion Craig Morbey 

J6 Champion Ross Morbey 

J7 Champion Alex Bortoli 

1500m. Open Marco Zanol 

J4+J5 TugO'War Darrell 

J6 + J7 TugO'War Darrell 

J6 + J7 TugO'War Watlington 

J4 4x1 00m Relay Saltus 71 sees. 

J5 4x1 00m. Relay Butterfield 86 sees. 

J6 4x1 00m,. Relay Darrell 64.2 sees. 

J7 4x1 00m. Relay Butterfield 61 sees. 

Victor Ludorum — Craig Morbey. 



155 pts. 
199 pts. 
1 1 1 pts. 
98 pts. 


Watlington pulling hard McHarg brings home Butterfield in 1st place — J 7 relay 

A. Davis; J. Menge; B. Menzies: Murdoch in J4 75m. sprint. 

Brian Lightbourn in J6 Long Jump Sports Day Chaos 



Our boys at Saltus do not restrict themselves to sport 
in school, they take part in a surprising range of ac- 
tivities and often achieve notable results:- 


HarbourSwim Club &Triangle Swim Club 
A. Fusinaz, A. Scott, I. Brackstone, St. J. Dyson, P. 
Cooper, R. Hammond, S. Amos, J. Comes, P. Amott, M. 
Mansi, R. Morbey, N. Dyson, C. Collier, S. Babansee, R. 
YOung, J. Patterson, C. Morbey, D. Scheland. 

Dept. of Youth & Sport, at White's Island — 

R. Young, A. Clarke, N. New, A. Scott, A. Fusinaz, M. 
Montarsolo, R. Hammond, P. Cooper, B. Huxley, J. 
Cornes, S. Croft, R. Morbey, M. Mansi, C. Spurling, B. 
Lightbourn, C. Morbey, G. Lovell, D. Kendall. 


Dept. of Youth & Sport at White's Island 

D. Haygarth, F. Laing, M. Simons, B. Gibbons, P. Ver- 
meulen, P. Brown, C. Spruling, N. Dyson, J. Northcott, 
S. Babansee, D. Kendall, A. Mackay, B. Walker, B. 
Lightbourn, A. Lewin, N. Blatcher. 

with RHADC — RBYC — or St. George DSC 

K. Heuser, S. Davidson, B. Rosorea, C. Luthi, C. Powell, 
J.H. Ferguson, K. Marcoe, R. Young, C. Marshall, J. 
Stephens, A. Leseur, C. Curtis, B. Grindley. 


S. Kitson, M. Scares. 


M. Undo, M. Moniz, Patricia Martin. 


A. Dias, M. Moniz, N. Stratford. 


A. Clarke, N. New, K. Heuser, A. Scott, R. Young, R. 
Hammond, P. Cooper, H. Adderley, S. Copley, K. 
Dallas, G. Ryall, R. Fisher, C. Spruling, R. Morbey, C. 
Powell, R. Young, C. Marshall, N. Stratford, K. 
Hodgkins, A. Mackay, C. Morbey, A. Ballard, M. Clif- 
ford, N. Blatcher, A. Lewin, A. Stratford. 


R. Marshall, G. Hunter, A. Dias, A. Davis, S. Dickinson, 
A. Bortoli. 




K. Hamill, G. Wardman, B. Smith, M. Bacon, E. 
Jackson, J. Mason, S. Babansee, R. Young, C. Curtis, J. 
Skinner, P, Dill, C. Boyle. 


G. Cooper, J. Hayward, J. Bluck, W. Smith, R. Hamill, R. 
vSmith, R. Boyle, C. Luthi, S. Kitson, K. Way. 

The following nnade the ALL STAR GAMES:- 
MINORS: E. Jackson, J. Mason, M. Bacon, S. Baben- 
see, C. Boyle. 

MAJORS: R. Boyle, W. Smith, R. Hamill, J. Hayward. 


MINORS: B. Smith, E. Jackson, C. Boyle, K. Way. 
MAJORS: R. Hamill, R. Boyle 


MINORS: J. Mason, K. Way, B. Fisher, C. Boyle. 


Prizewinners at Pomander Gate: 

A. Scott, W. Smith, C. Spurling, S. Croft, C. Boyle, J. 

Bacardi Youth Tournament: 

A. Fusinaz. 


1978"Bike Train": 

R. Morbey, M. Mansi, C. Morbey, S. Croft, C. Spurling, 
J. Prado, St. J. Dyson, D. Haygarth, N. Blatcher, P. 

Police Gymkana: 

C. Spurling — Champion in b-1 Oyrs group. 


Jose Prado boated these: 

Almaco Jack 26 lbs on 1 21 test. 
Almaco Jack 26 lbs on 1 21 lb test. 
Alison Tuna 39 lbs on 1 21 lb test. 
Wahoo 39 lbs on 201 test. 

and won the Junior prize in the Regiment's Tournament 
with a 29 lb Blackf in Tuna on 1 21b test. 


Marco Zanol (53rd), Roland Lines (76th), Robert Jones 
(1 61 St) — all ran remarkably well. 


Ross Morbey ... placed first in 11-12 years Long Jump 
in National Finals. 

Robert Jones — Youngest runner in 
the May 24th Marathon. 



Unfortunately, this year we lost many of our best 
golfers to colleges and universities and it will take 
Sonne tinne before our programnne will produce enough 
skilled players to fill the void left by their departure. 

In spite of difficulties such as detentions, com- 
petition from other sporting activities and often lack of 
sufficient field space, members of the Saltus Golf Club 
met for coaching sessions throughout the school year 
on Mondays and Wednesdays. When the weather was 
inclement, we made use of some excellent films on 
loan from The Bermuda Golf Foundation. These films 
which teach the boys etiquette, golf rules and all the 
important fundamentals of the game, form an essential 
part of the overall programme of golf development. 

The next stage in this progression of learning, is to 
encourage the boys to play as often as possible on ac- 
tual golf courses and to participate in Junior tour- 
naments. Last summer six tournaments were 
organised at different golf courses and the boys en- 
joyed the experience gained from meeting and playing 
with boys of the same age from other schools. Two of 
the most successful competitors were James Mason 
and Brian Morris whose pockets were heavy with golf 
balls which were given as prizes at the final prizegiving 
at Belmont Golf Club. 

The first Junior Championship was held at Belmont in 
September and the winner with the lowest gross score 
was James Mason. Brian Morris won the prize for the 
lowest net score. In the Senior Championship, The 
Dunkley Bowl for low gross was won by Ken Cansler 
and the Handicap Shield for low net went to Benson 

In our group there are boys who are potentially 
capable of achieving great success, but standards of 
excellence in golf can be achieved only as a result of 
disciplined practice. It is hoped that parents will 
become part of this golf development programme by 
encouraging the boys to play as often as possible. Even 
our youngest golfers realise that there is far more to 
golf than chasing a little white ball around a golf course 
(C&L Williams) 


"Every time I go out on the 

golf course I enjoy myself and 
get away from my problems. Some 
people go out on the golf course when 
they are mad and can put all the blame on 
the golf ball and then hit it so far!" 

By James Mason J6W 



Most of the credit for our continuing success in swimming must go to the Harbour and Triangle Swimming 
Clubs as almost all our boys are members. However in the B.S.S.F. Swim Meet ten boys winning 14 firsts, 2 
seconds and 1 third, Roger Amott getting his usual (!) five. We won both medley and free style relays in the two 
age groups, under 1 0 and and under 1 2. 

TEAMS — with places in brackets: 

U. 9 — C. Morbey(1,1,1) P. Cooper (1,1) 

U.10 — S. Babensee(1,1,2)A. Fusinaz(1,1) 

U.11 — R. Amott (1,1, 1,1,1 ) M. Mansi(1,1,1)R. Morbey(1,i) 

U.12 — J. Bluck(2), R. Hamill(3), D.Swift(l). 

Team Places: 



J4S J5 

1. BUTTERFIELD 108pts. 

2. DARRELL 112pts. 
3.SALTUS 145pts. 
4.WATLINGT0N 201 pts. 

1 . A. Fusinaz D. 

2. R. Lines S. 

3. C. Morbey B. 

4. A. Griffith S. 

A 'Bobby Jones Dozen' coached by our visiting M.C.C. coach for 
8 wee/cs. 

J6S J7 

Team Places: 


Overall Team Places: 

1. DARRELL 93 pts. 

2. WATLINGT0N 136 pts. 

3. BUTTERFIELD 176 pts. 

4. SALTUS 258 pts. 

1 . J. H. Ferguson W. 

2. M.Zanol W. 

3. P. Marsh S. 

4. W.Smith S. 

1. DARRELL 205 pts. 

2. BUTTERFIELD 284 pts. 

3. WATLINGT0N 337 pts. 

4. SALTUS 403 pts. 

Gardening Club Miss Armstrong's finest with rosettes from the 
Ag. Show & our only ral<e. 


Ond day I was walking in a dunnp and suddenly the 
ground opened and I fell in. i fell into some water then I 
saw a sea monster. Luckily I had my mask and flippers. 
I put them on and I swam away. Then the water seemed 
to be pulling me down. I realized I was on an Island. I 
saw a sign. It said SKELETON ISLAND. Then I saw a 
skeleton. He said he was a good one he gave me a 
map. I discovered it was a treasure map. I dug it up. 
Then he gave me a ship it looked like a flying saucer. I 
flew back with the gold. I gave it to the government. 
They said I could keep it so I did. 

By Christopher Leach 2H 

One day I went to the beach and I found a map. The 
map said I had to go to America so I got a ship and went 
to America. Soon we saw America and I got off. When 
the ship had gone I followed the directions. All at once 
some pirates jumped out of some trees and captured 
me. I was taken prisoner on the ship. They made me a 
cabin-boy. I was made to scrub the deck and find th 
treasure so I went and tried to find it but I couldn't. I 
was the only one who knew what was the matter. I had 
gone the wrong way the gold was South not east. I 
sneaked away and got the gold but a pirate was wat- 
ching and tried to get it but I got a knife, killed him and 
sailed away. 

By Sean Dunleavy 2H 

One day in December I went out to sea to find a ship that was lost. We had gone 2,000 miles when something 
came out of the water. It was a giant turtle with a sea monster. The sea monster gulped us up. Inside it was a big 
station. Some guards took us to the driver. He said we want your sea guns and the power of your boat ... I said no, 
he told the guards to take us to the dungeon. I saw a window that was 800 feet up. I had some ropes so we clim- 
bed out. We put security belts on and got our guns ready. We snuck through the ship and killed two guards. I was 
burning the exit of the sea monster and we went out to sea. The giant turtle came. I shot him. So we had one less. 
We put a cover over the boat so we could go under water. We went to my submarine garage and went away in a 
submarine. We went back to the sea monster. He gulped us up again. We bashed all the machines and killed all 
the guards. We locked the driver up and killed the sea monster. We took the driver to jail and found the lost navy 
ship. I took it into port and went home. 

ByTony Loadadio 2H 

Bk. row, l-r. Sean Morris; Mark Ruihiluima; Sergio; Burgess. Ft. 
row, l-r. Ryan Sumners; Back of Bradfield Adderley (2H). 

One day I went to dig and I saw a box and I thought it 
was a box of candies and when I dug some more I saw 
a piece of paper and it said — the powder of life and 
the powder of life brought my snowman to life and I saw 
the snowman work to my life and the snowman went in 
my house and scared the mum! 

By Nigel Williams 2R Prep School. 

Bk. row, l-r. Johnny Astarita; Ben Dyer; Sergio Burgess. Ft. row, I- 
r. Ryan Sumners; Robert Tailford; Mark Nash; Malcolm Raynor 

One day I was looking out of my window and I saw a 
space ship. It landed in my Garden and a creature 
came out of the spaceship and they took me away to a 
planet. I had never seen a planet before. I was afraid at 
first and then we landed on the planet and they took me 
inside and they took me to the control room and they 
showed me to shoot rays and controls buttons and then 
they took be back home. 

By Simon Kilpatrick 2R Prep. School 

(Photos by Conyers) 

Materials for Flying Start Program 

I am going to have a surprise. I will need to have a 
cave with sonne pull buttons and sonne push bottonns. 
First I will have a bucket of mud and a wire and when 
somebody walks by the tree the mud will fall on their 
head. Further down I will have a sign saying dirty aren't 
you? I will have a can of soda shook up and sign saying 
open it and the soda goes into the persons face. 

By Sean Simons 3M 


By David Charles Cooke 3T Prep. School 

Once upon a time in New Zealand a volcano erupted 
violently in mid winter. It caused a tremendous ava- 
lanche which buried more than five thousand people. 
The other countries sent people out with dogs to smell 
the snow and dig them out. Some of the people took 
coal back home from the volcano and burned it in the 
fire place. 


By Mark Sumner 3T Prep. School 

Once I was in a ship to America. Then one day a 
storm came and the ship hit some rocks. Then some 
water came into the ship. But it did not sink because 
the rocks held it up. Then we saw an island. So we 
swam to an island. Then I saw a hut and went in. I saw a 
radio. Then I called for help. Then some boats came 
and saved us. 

, N. Leach 

Art work 3T 

A volcano erupted near a village and lava was 
coming down into the village and the people saw the 
lava coming in to the village and they ran inside their 
houses and shut the doors but the lava went through 
the cracks in the doors. They put rocks in the cracks in 
the doors but the lava was melting the rocks and so the 
people jumped out the window. When they got to their 
cars they were burnt up so they went on foot. 

By Andrew Pettit 3M 


By Peter Durhager 3M 

Once I went to a parachuting stadium. The men are 
ready to jump out of the plane. They have jumped. 
When they are half way down they pull the cord and a 
parachute opens up and the men come slowly down. 
The plane goes on and on. When the men land 
everybody claps and then the sky diving is over and 
everybody goes home. 


Stories by Prep. 1 B (aged 5-6 years) 


I went with my mummy and daddy and grandma and 
grandpa to Big Saltus. I saw the movies. 

Aidan Stones 


I saw the dolphins they were jumping through the 


Andrew DeCosta 


There are some monkeys in the jungle there are 
snakes too. There are grass and trees too. They eat 
with their teeth. 

David Oliveira 


Jungle Project 



The vikings are pooling down tine brij, the men are shooting aroes at the vikings. 

The vikings are cumin to sdeel thins from the village. 

Here are the vikings pullig the brij dan to get lundun. 

Vikings make candls ote uv whale fat. 

The vikings are berene the viking chef in the longship. 

S, Pearman 

By Patrick Dobbs 

Stuart Broadhurst 

Justin Cressal 

Ian Bridges 

Christopher Ward 


By Martin DeSilva 3T prep. School 

I chose it because I wanted to learn just like my dad 
and my brother. It was nearly the same team all the 
time it was blue and red. Sometimes we win and 
sometimes we lose. It was OK because it was just a 


By Robert Hall 3T Prep. School 

I chose woodwork because I like to make things. I 
like woodwork in all ways. I like working with Mr. 
Meredith, it is fun working and making things out of 
wood. But there is one thing bad about it, it is that it is 
hard to bang in the na.'s! 



By Christopher Blatcher 3T Prep. School 

We plant all kinds of things. We pick oleanders. O 
yes I nearly forgot the people who take care of us are 
miss Thompson and Mrs. Tucker. I chose it because I 
can bring yummy things home to eat. I like eating broc- 
coli and we soften the soil with a fork. We spread the 
soil with a rake. 

Gardening Club 


Woodwork Club — watch out Mr. Williams 



By Chris Brandson 3T Prep. School 

I like music because I learn to read music and I play 
tunes, like the German Folk Tune. Not only that but 
when you are stuck on a note you must ask Mrs. 
Hopkins or Miss Corrigan and they will tell you, it's fun 
to be in music, to play songs in front of the whole 
school. I remember when Miss Corrigan took Myles, 
Ashley and I for music. If we didn't get it right the first 
time we would go over and over it again. We also got to 
have a little break, like to go to the bathroom and have 
a drink and then come back. 


By David Charles Cooke 3T Prep. School 

I like when we do the printing, with squeeze-prints, 
and last Thursday we cut paper dolls and trees and all 
sorts of things, I liked February 23rd when we did but- 
terflies and beetles. I think I will enjoy April 6th, 13th 
and 20th and 27th. It is very intersting, but sometimes 
very easy to do it. 

Music Club 



By James Davis 3T Prep. School 

In outdoor we go to places, like the Police Station 
and th Fire Station. The people who take us are Mrs. 
Hall and Mrs. Blatcher. We usually have treats, like last 
Thursday we got some cake. One Thursday clubs were 
cancelled. That was when I was sick! 

Cooking up a storm 


7 think I just swallowed a magnet" 


A corner of the Library 


/ thought we'd be using proper barrows Co-operation in action 


Congratulations to the top team 

The clean up crew 




JUNE 1978 


""^'^ERS/TV OF , 
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French 3 


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.certificate of E<'«-*-"^'* 
General Cern ^^^^^^^ 


one and ana B , 

P. Maths. 1/P. Maths. & Mech. 1/P. Maths. & Stats. 


for or P. Maths. 2 


General Certificate of Education Examination 


M certificate of Edncafon EX" 

General Cer ^^^^^^^^ oKO 

Paper 2 


Subject Title and 
Subject Code No. 

Pure Mathematics 870 

Pure Mathematics and 
Theoretical Mechanics 871 

Pure Mathematics and 
Statistics 872 

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8. Gibbons, R.D. 




9. Coins, CO. 




Maddern, P.S. 




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12. Wittich, P.L 




13. Clinton, P.A. 




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