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H.C. Butterfield, Esq. — Chairman 
D. Anfossi, Esq. 
J. Burland, Esq. 
Dr. D.E. Campbell 
C.T.M. Collis, Esq. 
H.C.D. Cox, Esq. 
N.B. Dill, Jr., Esq. 
F.J. Gosling, M.B.E. 
C.E. Pearman, Esq. 
D.C. Selley, Esq. 
L. Simmons, Esq. 
Chief Supt. W.M. Smith 
G. Titterton, Esq. 


Registrar: G. Rosser, Esq. 
Secretaries: Mrs. S. Swift, Mrs. S. Adams 



During last year, declared by the United Nations to be the International Year of 
the Child, we often heard people speak of "Children's Rights". I would like to draw 
your attention to a right that is not always recognised, is seldom mentioned and often 
misunderstood — that is, a child's right to a disciplined life. 

Proper discipline is not only a right, it is a major right of a child, yet throughout the 
world today we see the sad results of its decline into the permissive philosophy. 
Perhaps one of the reasons for the decline is that, in the minds of some adults, the 
word is synonymous with harshness. In a family setting some see discipline as the 
withdrawal of emotional and physical warmth, whilst in a school setting it is seen, in 
the ultimate, as the degrading indignity and humiliation of caning. 

If discipline were administered without love or, in a school setting, without a true 
caring concern for the recipient, there might well be a degree of truth in this viewpoint 
But this is not the discipline of which I speak. For me discipline is a loving, mature, 
positive guidance and firmness. It involves setting goals and ensuring that children 
achieve them, even though they may not appreciate, at that point in time, the signifi- 
cance of those goals and may balk against them. It means teaching them the discipline 
of work, constantly stretching their minds and souls just a little more so that they don't 
"rust unbumish'd" but "shine in use". It means in short, from our standpoint of 
greater maturity, teaching them to respect things they may not yet understand but 
without which their lives would ultimately be the poorer. 

I believe, that without confident and firm guidance to inspire a climate in which 
learning and spiritual qualities can develop, we seriously deprive our children, stunting 
their mental and spiritual growth. It is their right to be given the disciplined environ- 
ment which will bring them to maturity for there is no conflict between that environ- 
ment and the proper growth of a child. Indeed, they are inseparable. 

The HeadMaster: 

J.K. McPhee. B.A. Dip.Ed., M.Ecl. (Centre front) 

F.L. Stephenson, Esq. — Senior Master (left of centre front) 

Front row: (1. to r. ) 

A. Pettit, Esq., MA (Dublin.) 
Susan Swift, School Secreteury. 

F.L. Stephenson, Esq. — Senior Master 

The Headmaster, Mr. J.K. McPhee, B.A., Dip.Ed., M.Ed. 

C. WiUiasu, Esq. 

D. Roberts, Esq., B.Sc. (Hons.) (Birmingham) 

B. TonM, Esq., B.Sc. (Hons.) (Wales) 

Second row: (1. to r.) 

T. Van Zwanenborg, Esq., B.A. (Hons.) (Toronto) 

P.G.C.E (London), M.A. (Waterloo) 
V. Evans, Esq., Stranmillis (Belfast), B.A. (Queens) 
W. Hanlon, Esq., B.A. (London and Queens) 
R. Gardner, Esq., B.Ed. (Hons.) (Cambridge) 
D. Harrison, Esq., B.Sc. (Hons.) (Manchester) 

C. PalMer, Esq., B.A. (Hons.) (Cantab) 
A. RosUlly, Esq., B.Sc. (Hons.) (London) 
M. Dnrant, Esq., B.A. (Hons.) (Oxon) 

N. Kcmiodc, Esq., B.A. (Hons.) (East Anglia) 

Third row: (I. to r.) 

Sharon Adaaas, School Secreteuv 
J. Beard, Esq., B.Ed. (Hons.) (Keele) 
Mrs. M. Lodge, B.Sc. (Hons.) (Swansea) 


Saltus Senior School says farewell to Mr. Theo Van 
Zwanenburg, who is leaving us to continue his studies at 
Queen's University where he will be working towards a 


Mr. Van Zwanenburg' s position in 
the Senior School English Depart- 
ment is to be filled by Miss Sarah 
Mathews, who joins us after two 
years teaching in Falmouth School, 
Falmouth, Comwall. Miss Mathews 
has a Bachelor's degree in English 
and Drama. 

We wish her good fortune in her 
future career at Saltus. 

Not present 

W. D»M:an, Esq., L.R.S.M. 
D. Movrisoi. Esq., B.A. (Wales) 

Looking back over our final year of high school 
we find that perhaps school isn't half-bad when 
you've got friends to share it with ... and this year 
1979-1980, has certainly seen a very close-knit 
group of students. 

It is especially encouraging when the separate 
cliques — the Bee Gees and the Macho men, for 
example — can join forces to produce exciting 
beach parties and a very profitable bake sale. 

This year was a very successful one academi- 
cally as well. Almost everyone has decided on 
which college they will attend out of the many offers 
received. Several had their decisions made for them 
when early admissions were offered by Bryn Mawr, 
Bryant, etc. 

However, the academic side of the Senior Year 
did not detract from the social aspects. How could 
we do without ... 

Christen' s often amusing questions. 

Macky's amazing energy. 
Chrissy's wit. 
Doreen's smile. 

Adam's hilarious antics (how can you have any 
pudding if you don't eat your meat?) 

For us, the days have passed by so quickly, too 
quickly in some respects, and now more serious 
preparations are being made for our future school- 
ing and careers. But we must not forget the deter- 
mination — the blood, sweat and tears, that have 
gone into making this year successful for us all. 
Here, a toast to the teachers who have hclpjed us 
throughout the terms to reach our god, and special 
thanks to Mrs. Wendes and Mr. Durrant. 

We would like to make public here our best 
wishes for future happiness to Mr. Durrant and Miss 
Tern Holmes. 


Susan Babensee 


Oscar Andrade — Dcilhousie — Computer Science. 
Suseui Babensee — Western — Science. 
Elizabeth Bickley — Western — Science. 

Ian Bickley — College of the Pacific, Vancouver. $5,000 scholarship. 

Gepkeline Bunschoten — Bryn Mawr — Science. 

Mitchell Burch — University of New Haven 

— Marketing Management 

Zita Coelho — Providence College — Languages. 

Harold Conyers — New York Institute of Technology — Architecture. 

John Conreia — Wilfred Laurier — Arts. 

Mcurgaret Downing — Bermuda College — University Transfer 

Marsha Durham — American International College — Nursing. 

Terry Foggo — Trent — Science. 

Kevin Hendrickson — Michigan State University — Physics. 
Angela Joell — Mt St Vincent — Arts. 
Benson Leitch — Western — Arts 
Julie Ijobb — Queens — Commerce. 
Jane Maddocks — Western — Arts. 
Rowcin McKittrick — Western — Science. 

Bricin Patterson — Toronto, or Western — Engineering Science. 

Catherine Peniston — Mt Allison — Engineering Science. 

Wayne Pimentel — Acadia — Business/Computer Science. 

GreihcUTi Redford — Western — Social Studies. 

Laraine Rosorea — New England Conservatory — Music 

Deirdre Ross — Trent, or Acadia — Arts. 

Douglas Selley — Babson — Accountancy. 

Neil Slocin — Rhode Island School of Design — Architecture. 

Lori Smith — Western — Arts. 

Ncincy Lee Smith — Aberdeen or East Anglia, or Queens 

— French & Swedish. 

Susan Spershott — Mt Allison — Science. 

Nancy Stephens — Trent or Mt Allison — Arts. 

Jonathan Taylor — Rhode Island School of Design — Architecture. 

Doreen Tucker — Trent, or St Mary's — Arts. 

Robert Wilson — Bentley — Accountancy. 

Kevin Winter — Bryant — Business Administration. 

Cristina Woods — Rotary Exchange to Mexico. 

(Dalhousie defer for year). 


when ...? 

Neinqz-Lee "gatecrashed" the Christmas party. 

The pests wiped out Baygon on contact 

Margaret practised her art work on Julie's face. 

The Bee Gees held a motor derby in the Gibbons Room. 

The lab hamster died. 

The boys took Economics 'A' level (what a joke!) 

Christen baptised Macky in our own Gibbons room. 

Lobster learned the hard way to walk on his feet, not his face. 

Willie and Kevin dropped their drawers to pull up their socks. 

Jonny and John "dimmed all the lights" at the beach party. 

Sue Babs only managed 91% average in Calculus. 

Janie's locker became a lizard's home. 

Senior Year insisted on throwing cherries around. 

Maths book were used as badminton racquets. 

Patriotic Benson couldn't remember the Canadian National 

Ian Finally became 'of age'. 

Sue trod where no woman had dared!!! (however unwillingly). 

The radical wore their sassy shorts. 

Geps brought a pink sandwich for lunch. 

Gina wore her "dreadlocks" for the first time. 

A lunch never went by without "Rapper's Delight". 

Graham and Adam discussed the relative attributes of anteaters 

and rhinoceroses! 
English 'A' staged their own poetry lesson ("We don't need no 

"The Boys" tossed for lunch delivery. 
Ju-Jubes showed us her aerobic dancing. 
Students all sat in the front bench for their tragedy lesson. 
Cathy revealed her plans for next summer (best of luck!) 
Lobster wrote up a contract ("Loathing Leitch, etc., etc.) 
The Geography class lost their nerve in the quarries. 
Mr. K. wrote up poetry in reply to Pink Floyd. 
Benson gave us his rendition of every song from 1960-1970. 


Gina Allchin Oscar Andrade Susan Babensee Christopher Bardgett 

Elizabeth Bickley Ian Bickley Gepkeline Bunschoten Mitchell Burch 

Zita Coehlo Harold Conyers John Correia Adam Diel 

Nancy Stephens Jonathan Taylor Doreen Tucker Robert Wilson 


Kevin Winter Christina Woods 

Christen D'Arcier. 
(Rotary Exchange Student) 


Although a smaller class than last year — 41 students at the outset compared with 48 — 
Senior Year 1979-80 was no less successful in terms of academic attainment and social integra- 
tion. The popularity and record of the Progreimme clearly remains unquestioned, with 80 
applications for the maximum 45 places available next year despite the necessary increase in 
fees. With entrance requirements becoming more rigorous, it should now be apparent to all 
students that no-one has an automatic right to enter Senior Year and that there is no substitute 
for dedication and determination at the lower levels of the school. 

As in previous years, Canada remains the most popular destination for further education. 
Ontario universities continue to acknowledge the ccdibre of our students by making early offers 
of admission to many of those who have applied. In the United States, students have been 
admitted on both an early and a regular decision basis at no less prestigious establishments. In 
addition, yet another avenue has been opened this year to Senior Year students. The Scottish 
University Council on Entrance has stipulated that they will accept "satisfactory performance" 
in Advanced Placement examinations and Scholastic Aptitude Tests — defined as a grade of 3 
or higher in any two A.P.S and a minimum score of 450 in each of the verbal and mathematical 
portions of the SAT — as satisfying the requirement for university entrance in that country. 
Several English universities have followed this lead and informed us that they would be 
prepared to consider suitable candidates on a similar basis. Although the cost of a British higher 
education remains very high, it does provide an eiltemative for those in a position to take 
advantage of it 

The fact that certain students are able to proceed further, is due in part to the generous 
financial assistance given to Senior Year students from various sources. Although individuals, 
associations and companies remain very loyal in their support, the cost of a university educa- 
tion is not becoming cheaper. If we are to ensure that all students who need and deserve 
fineincial aid to attend university are able to receive it, a concerted effort must be made by ail 
concerned to find funds for such a worthwhile enterprise. 

In conclusion, a word of thanks must be expressed to all of those people who make Senior 
Year what it is — the administrators, the teachers, the office staff and — above all — the 
students. I am personally very grateful to Mrs. Wendes for the time and effort she has given and 
to Mrs. Swift who, eilthough working behind the scenes, is an indispensable cog in what has 
become a well-oiled machine. 

Malcolm Donrant 

it Never Happened 

Lori stayed awake for the whole day. 

Toms repaid his debt of two cases to the Senior Year alcoholics. 

Julie got a reply from the refrigerator. 

Benson had pens for classes. 

Jonny T. looked resp>ectable at school. 

Christen said "jealous" correctly. 

Lobster and Cris got together. 

The Christmas decorations and snow paint were removed before June. 

Pudzi missed a piece of gossip. 

Brian missed a chance to argue. 

Laraine and Harold lost contact 

Rowan stayed for lunch. 

Marsha stopped talking for a breather. 

The Tragedy students all finished their essays before Fridays. 
Benson typed with more than two fingers. 
Gina and Marsha were early for Chemistry. 

Famous qaotes. 

You can take me? (Christen D'Arcier) 

Don't tell it to the Russians. (W. Hanlon.) 

Me and Sue are the best of hiends, y'know. (M. Durham.) 

And now for today's menu. (D. Weller.) 

Have you arranged who's bringing the beer and the chicken? (M. Durrant.) 

It's one thing to be ignorant and another to stand up and shout about it. (R. Wendes.) 

That's Incredible (N. Kermode.) 

You know what I want ... right Mr. Durrant? (J. Lobb.) 



Paul Fox as the Ma\;or 

The Government Inspector — 

I, Nikolai Gogol, took the liberty of 
attending this so-called perfomnance of 
my masterpiece "The Government 
Inspector" on the third and final day of 
its run, Thursday 27th March 1980. 

I was somewhat perturbed that I 
received no formal invitation to its 
premiere yet I was quite delighted with 
what 1 saw. 

A novel idea was added to the 
play, in that it was supposedly taking 
place in Bermuda, some island in the 
Atlantic Ocean. The actors even spoke 
with Bermudian accents. 

I must commend Mr. Paul Fox, the 
Mayor, for his excellent performance. 
He reproduced most accurately the 
strange Bermudian dialect. He was 
aided by a stuttering Director of Educa- 
tion played by Mr. David Northcott, 
who acted the part most commendably. 
Craig Harris, the supposed Government 
Inspector acted his role very well. He 
was just the type of young Englishman 
whom I had in mind. Yet there was one 
point when he was supposed to become 
inebriated, he acted the part so well that 
I actually thought that he really was 
drunk! Or was he? 

The Bermuda High School also 
made a contribution of girls, or so I am 

told. Miss Wendy Vickers, as the 
Mayor's wife acted most admirably, as 
did Miss Sharon Minors, a vivacious 
Locksmith's wife. 

Though it is impossible to mention 
all the aspects of the play, 1 would like to 
congratulate all the actors and actresses. 
Their performance was of a high 
standard. All others involved in the 
production, especially Mr. Kermode, 
deserve much praise for their efforts. 

There is still one small part that 
baffles me. Why was the audience so 
amused when the mayor raised his arm 
and wiped his face on his sleeve? 

Nikolai Gogol 

(Alias Nancy Lee Smith 

Senior Year) 

Cast of "The GovernMent Impector" 

The Mayor Paul Fo« 

Councillor Arthur David Jadah 

The Director of Education — 

David NorthcoM 

The Magistrate — Steven Sbepperd 

The Young Man from the City — 

Craig Harris 

J.J., the Young Man's friend — 

J^. Soares 

The Postnnaster — Charles Danstaa 

The Chief of Police — Dancan Tavares 

The Mayor's Wife — Wendy Vickers 

The Mayor s Daughter Helen Cooper 

Michael Trott — Michael Nisbett 

Colin Trott — Colin Godwin 

Merchants — Ian Maole 

— Brian Finnerty 

— Richard Doaghty 

A Waiter — Scott Lcasan 

Helen, The Mayor s Maid — 

Kerri Dickinson 

The Director of Education s Wife — 

Bonnie Gibbons 
The Locksmith's Wife — Sharon Minors 
The Sergeant's Wife — Robin McPhee 
The Announcer — SiaM>n Marchant 

Visitors to the Mayor's House 

— John Panl Skinner 

— Ian Bickley 

— Rassell Dey 

— John White 

— Christopher Bickley. 

A Police Constable — Michael Breeze. 

The Cast of 'The Government Inspector . 



. and 

The Deserted Mill 

I ran like a locomotive down the cowpath. Light played on 
the branches above me, laughing and singing, as if to mock 
mankind and all his folly. Gasping and gulping for breath, I 
ducked into a small opening in the almost impenetrable line of 
forest and undergrowth. Being careful not to make too much 
noise, I edged my way back a little, in futile hopes that I might 
not be found. I heard a creaking, groaning noise, rather like an 
old iron cart wheel turning in its axle. I whiried round to investi- 
gate and found myself in the clearing. 

It had started that Friday morning. Freddie Simpson and 
his gang had come over to where I sat, and had started bullying 
me. As the leader of the gang turned to go, 1 kicked him in his 
groin. He collapsed instantly, and began to moan and squeal 
like a stabbed pig. Before he or anyone else could recover, I 
dashed off into the crowd. That afternoon 1 had been walking 
in the forest on the outskirts of town when I had stumbled 
across the still limping Simpson and two of his gang members, 
Tobs and Goysten. Immediately a chase had ensued, 1 running 
for my life with Tobs and Goysten in hot pursuit, and Simpson 
limping along as fast as he could in the rear. 1 rounded a comer 
with Simpson's words ringing in my ears, 

"I'll get you, and when I do ...!" 

The watermill lay forgotten and dilapidated in the middle 
of the clearing. The roof of one of its sides had long caved in. 
The remaining glass in the windows was cracked and shattered, 
as if some mischievous children had hurled stone ujxjn stone at 
them. The wooden door was balanced precariously on its 
hinges. All that was left of the wheel was a few rotten spars of 
wood attached to a rusty iron axle. The stream had long since 

dried up, and all that was left to show that it ever existed was a 
shallow trough. 

Curiously, yet cautiously, I advanced towards the door. 
Pulling it open, I carefully stepped inside. The stench that met 
my nostrils was almost unrecognisable. It was the smell of 
rotting wood, of mould, of mildew and of flour long uneatable. 
On the floor lay bricks and spars of wood. Wheels, cogs, nuts 
and bolts lay loosely scattered around the floor. The walls were 
plastered with mud, and dust and various other unpleasant 
substances. The groaning of the walls and the whistling of the 
wind through the window panes rang like a church bell in my 
ears. Brushing away a cobweb, 1 turned to go, and then felt the 
world disappearing underneath me. Then darkness ensued. 

When I recovered, I sat up and took stock of my surround- 
ings. I had obviously fallen through the floor and was now lying 
in the storage room of the mill. The room was packed with bags 
of mouldy flour, which stank to high heaven. 1 heard a shuffling 
in one comer. 1 looked up and then I saw him. 

His black hair was filthy and ruffled. His eyes shone out 
red in the darkness. He was dressed in the remains of a night- 
robe which was torn and muddy. He must be the lunatic who 
had recently escaped from a mental hospital on the outskirts of 
town, I thought. He was said to be dangerous and all had been 
advised to stay away from him. He growled menacingly and 
picked up a stick. With all of my remaining strength I jumped 
up, pulled myself through the hole and onto the floor above. I 
then dashed out of the door and across the clearing. I burst 
through the bushes and into the cow-path. Right into the hands 
of Simpson! 

Peter Garrod IM 

Portrait by LORI SMITH, 
Ser^ior Year. 

And now the time is over 

our spot in the light finished 

we are forgotten 

Pushed to the side as those 

whose lives have been. 

Examples of success are noted, 

Acknowledged, recorded, 

yet we are forgotten 

So we strive to be remembered 

in archives hereafter 

a written word, a faded picture 

But those who follow never look 

for we are forgotten. 

Our lives are examples 

of unworthiness. Our 

supreme efforts, leaving us exhausted and broken 

are thanked with a nod, a glance, then dismissed. 

Our miseries uncommiserated, our joys unsustained 

for we are forgotten. 

As knowledge comes with misery 

surely we have suffered. 

Yea but the greatest misery of all 

is watching those who follow 

stumbling, falling, sinking into the 

same pitfalls that have plagued us 

since our origin. But we cannot counsel 

as we are forgotten. 

Now our time is come 

we stand judged and damned to live 

damned by a scrap of foolscap, wiped from 

the annals of time. 

We bow our heads in prayer 

and are forgotten. 

Horst Finkbeiner & Dag J0rstad 

The Mongolian Doll 

O Mongolian Doll, 

Time will never take toll on those 

Creamy porcelain cheeks. 

Your gleeful, ink-black eyes, 

Do they hold a surprise? 

Your amber skin, are you the kin 

Of a god? 

You have such a fragile frame 
That none of us would maim. 
O mongolian doll, reveal the secrets 
from within, 

And keep your soul free from sin. 

David KendeU IM 

Indiar}'s Head by ROWAN McKTVYRlCK, Ser\[or Year. 

The Stalking 

The cougar was moving cautiously through the bushes, taking 
unmatched ccure in order to move without a noise. She crept at a 
steady pace, only broken when ciny sound met her sensitive ears, 
eyeing her target at all times. She stopped behind a tree; the 
approctch was made difficult by a clearing. She would go around it 

About fifty metres away the cougar's target could be seen. It wcis 
a Ictige plump grouse, about three pounds in weight He was most 
definite^ the largest in tiie whole covey, and therefore probably its 
leader. He was continually glancing around himself, looking for any 
predators that might be around, but, because of her great camou- 
flage, he never caught a glimpse of the cougar. 

The cougeir begem moving around the clearing with the sp>eed 
tfiat her agility enabled her, while staying as quiet as a shadow. Her 
eye was kept on the grouse while she was moving, but at every tree 
emd bush she would stop and check the area around her with her 
keen eyesight, looking for any animal which would be likely to send a 
warning, signal throughout tiie wood on sight of her. Within one 
minute she was only ten metres from her target 

A jay suddenly flew overhead and she went stiff cind unmoving 
until the jay had flown well out of sight This interruption of her stcdk- 
ing made her suddenly realise that dusk was gradually falling with the 
speed of the minute hemd on a clock. This indicated to her that she 
must move quickly, for in a short while the grouses would fly to the 
toi>s of the trees for the night She moved on to within two metres of 
the enormous grouse, hidden behind a bush. Her muscles tensed and 
3he got into position ready to spring. 

The grouse suddenly received a strange feeling, as though a 
predator was very near and ready to spring. He beceume very nervous 
eind began to glance around in all possible directions. For a better 
view he decided to fly to the lowest branch on the tree right next to 

When the cougar saw him start flying upwards she thought he had 
decided to go to sleep and she took a flying leap for him and hitting 
him squarely in mid-ciir she landed in the middle of the covey. The 
other grouse immediately flew upwards into tfie trees, leaving the 
killing below them. 

The cougar wedked off into the distance back to her cave with the 
grouse in her powerful jaws, blood dripping from the lifeless form. 


Study of a Cedar Tree by 

by MARGARET DOWNING, Senior Year. 

The Chess Game 
Senior Year. 

'A view, to a death . . . ' 

The Mask 

Chanting Vcxxloo. grovA/ling 


claws slashing at the nnurdered 


The ferocious jaws clamped onto 

the already 
bloody and bruised flesh. 

The two great marks on the 
carnivorous beast 

Must have meant something at 


It had all started on the quiet dark 


When the moon sprung out the 

magic began. 
The werewolf transformed and 

soon was on the run 
Haunting, killing people with his 
great hairy claws. 
Then at a shot he made a pause 
Looking at the hunter with eyes of 


The shot fired, he fell ... dead. 
Slow but sure he went, and 


to his descent. 

The Grim Reaper — 


Night Stalker of Ban Forest. 

Niqht had fallen in Bau Forest. Usha the wind had brought the 
scent or Kong Ulu's pack of wild dogs so most animals were hiding in 
the shelter of the dark forest. 

She peered over the cliff into the river valley. The Kri river flowed 
steadily all year round providing all the animals with water. An injured 
gnu plodded along the river bank, stumbling from time to time and 
occasionally staring at its shadow in the water. 

Her ears lay flat and her body was still as she looked at the gnu. 
Suddenly the gnu looked up to the top of the cliff. There Siho stood, 
tall cind slender, silhouetted against the night sky. The gnu looked 
down and continued its journey of death. 

Siho had decided on her prey. She climbed steadily down the 
cliff and sniffed the scent of the gnu. Siho knew she would have to 
hurry for the gnu had stcirted to run. She slithered through the grass 
like a snake and came out on the bank of the Kri. Then she stared 
down the bank trying to catch sight of the gnu again. She knew it 
would be a difficult catch because an angry gnu was a good and 
dangerous fighter. 

Siho could not see the gnu but she followed the strong scent of it. 
She now realized that the gnu had stopped but she could not tell 
whether it was lying down or had turned to attack. 

Her steps became more quiet. She crouched down, looked care- 
fully and wove her way stealthily through the thick undergrowth. 
Then she jumped up a rubber tree and looked down with gleaming 
eyes. The gnu looked up and saw the leopard's eyes which shone like 
two torches resting on a branch. 

With great pain, the gnu snorted and bucked the ground. Siho 
cirched her lithe body, growled and sprang. Within a split second she 
was on the gnu's back. The gnu snorted and growled and rolled on its 
back trying to throw the leopard off. But she held on, digging her 
claws into the gnu's back. The gnu now tried to hit the leopard off 
with its swinging horns. They hit once just knicking Siho in her chest. 
This just made the strong leopard even more fierce. Now was Siho's 
chance. She bit on the back of the gnu's neck. Her large jaw just 
about surrounded the neck of her prey. 

Soon, the old gnu gave one last struggle. He fell on the hard 
ground and wriggled a little and took his fined breath. The queen of 
the jungle had won! 

Alexander Hnnter IM. 

Fish by HAROLD CONYERS, Senior Year. 

Fisherman by ROWAN McKITTRICK, Senior Year. 

The straggle for food 

The bobcat had a strong urge of motherhood that was 
upon her. She must find meat. Walking into the thicket she 
spied a ptarmigan not 100 yards away. She crouched swiftly 

The ptarmigan was strutting around intent itself on finding 
food among the dirt that it was scratching up beneath its feet. 

The bobcat worked its way through the dense under- 
growth of the thicket, intent upon the bird. Five minutes 
passed. Ten. All the time the bobcat was creeping forward, its 
beady eyes glinting with hunger upon the doomed bird. The 
bobcat was suddenly seized with an excited frenzy which she 
tried to restrain. Her mouth was drooling, involuntarily, excited 
by the meat that was spreading itself like a repast before her. 

The bobcat's tail was rigid with excitement. Her ears were 
up and her stub of a tail was straight and quivering behind her. 
In that instant the bobcat struck. 

The lithe body sprang swiftly through the air. A paw with 
rigid claws curving hke talons shot under the tender belly and 
came back with a swift slicing movement. The bird made a 
desp)erate attempt to escape but it was almost ripped in half 
and was bleeding profusely. 

The bird sqauked in pain and scuttled across the bracken 
trying to rise in the air. The bobcat, though, was not one to give 
up and her fangs then crunched through the tender flesh and 
the fragile bones. The bobcat strutted out of the thicket and ate 
her prey. Once again she was on the rampage to find food for 
her cubs. 

David KendaU IM. 

Studi; from 'The Dance of Death' 


The bog was deathly quiet that night as the three young 
men huddled in the low hut a few miles outside tl"ie tiny tcw/n of 
Fomnay. To them and the old turf digger, who every evening 
dug a wheelbarrow full of turf, the animd noises were inaudible 
but to the man standing just irxside the town's gates, the frogs 

and crickets were deafening The town pub and inn, 

Biddy's Pub, and run by the seventy year old woman herself, 
was doing fair business. TTiree men were playing cards in the 
comer, another two were drinking, half-asleep at the bar. While 
two younger men were flirting with a group of girls in another 
comer. The proprietor, Bridgid Kelly, or Biddy as she was 
called, was sitting behind a private screen saying her rosary as 
she did every morning and night.. 

...The moon was rising and soon would be high in the 
sky. The man walked out through the gates and along the 
rough road 'till he came to the track leading off to the left. He 
walked along for several minutes until he came to the edge of 
the bog through which only a thin dirt track led. He sat on his 
haunches to keep low and removed the bulge from his jacket 
Silently he loaded his automatic and waited ... 

... The three men still huddled on the hut's dirt floor, 
suddenly amidst a flurry of hurriedly spoken words from one, 
another stood up and from a comer of the darkness lifted up a 
bundle of small branches and carried them to the middle of the 
room. The three men then burst into activity and set about 
constructing the three wigwam-shajDed frames which slanted in 
towards the centre. In the middle of these three frames the 
remaining sticks were placed and set fire to. To the towns- 
people this little fire would be inconspicuous but to a profes- 
sional it would be an obvious clue. The trap was set ... 

...The man started up as he saw the distant light He fol- 
lowed the path quickly but silently as the flckering flames grew 
nearer. He was a hundred feet from the turf hut when he 
stumbled over a fallen tree and dropped to his knee. There was 
no movement from inside the hut but still the man waited for a 
minute until he was sure. He moved forward now with cat-like 
stealth until he reached the hut Still there was no movement 
He edged round to the front of the hut and burst through the 
paper-thin door tearing apart the cloak-covered wooden 
frames with his gunfire. The other three men rmhed from the 
brush and fired into the hut at the silhouetted assassin" s figure 

as it crumpled to the floor ... « ^ . « Aiy 

^ Patnck Bryan 4K. 

Pack Racing — 
Senior Year 

Morning by HAROLD CONYERS, Senior Year 

She crouches when coming upon 
the clearing. Her soft paws make no 
noise. Her body stiffens and she licks 
her soft lips and glares at her prey, a 
bird. She springs with great strength and 
speed like a javelin thrown in an 
Olympic sport. She jumps with her 
body stiff and swarms in one continuous 
movement She misses. A fluttering ball 
of feathers streaks towards the sky and 
another of fur plummets down. An 
amusing view. 

An amusing view which I alone 
share, that is, except the cat and the 

Anthony Cannonier. IM 

The lightning bolt seemed to appear out of nowhere and 
plummets towards earth like a hawk which has spotted its prey. 
It knifed through the huge drops of rain and it seemed as if it 
would keep on going for-ever when it struck an enormous 
dead oak-tree, which looked like a gnarled old man. The oak- 
tree burst into flames and like a huge beacon shed light on the 
things which were going on around it 

The huge trees around the oak were being whipped back 
and forth as the wind tore through the forest Leaves and 
branches were being hurtled through the air like smaU twigs, 
and the rain was falling to the ground in great masses. 

Somewhere in the dark of the night it was thundering and 
the continual booming was ringing through the cold night air, 
like an immense voice howling in pain or great rage. The night 
was now blacker than ever, and all the animals that lived in the 
forest were hiding in what shelter they could find, from the one 
awe-inspiring power which they acknowledged as supreme. 

Just then there was another blinding flash of light, and 
then one of the enormous frees which made up the forest 
teetered for a few breath-taking moments, and then crashed 
amongst its fellows with a grinding crack which signified that its 
trunk had just been ripped apart 

Then with deafening roars the elements unleashed their 
pent anger. The rain seemed intent on crushing the grass into a 
pulp, as it violently hammered against the ground, and like a 
fantastically large cannon the thunder's roars seemed to shake 
the very ground itself. The storm looked as though it would go 
on for-ever with its present maniacal fury, when the thunder 
gave a final crescendo of sound and the wind blew a last gust of 

And then Nature's powers which were more savage and 
destructive than any others on earth, stopped for the moment, 
and the damage which they had wreaked was revealed in a 
silvery beam of light from the moon overhead. 

Nicholas Glynn IM 

Ballerina by USA QUINN, Senior Year 

Portrait by LORI SMITH, Ser^ior Year 

The Storm 

Lightning stmck at night's black curtain. 

Creeping o'er the darkening sky 

Wild mares pranced their hooves the thunder, 

Rainclouds flying, darting by. 

All about the upturned leaves, 

Of hunch-backed trees, 

Received their blows. 

Flash! it struck with force and splendour. 
Icing on the water burned. 
Two small faces at the window. 
Expressed the thoughts of fear and awe. 
Enthroned in clouds the furious Thor, 
Rent the battered clouds 
In two. 

John Paul Skinner. 2P 

A joumev downstreaa 

I floated down the small stream, paying attention only to 
its gurgling. This beautiful sound was suddenly knrx:ked from 
my thoughts as I hit a rock in the stream and my movement 
totally stopped for a few seconds. I was swung free from the 
rock by the current and continued on my joumey downstream. 

The following hour of my journey was interrupted twenty 
times by rocks and once, for about ten minutes, by a boy. 

In case you are wondering who 1 am and where I came 
from, 1 will tell you. Unfortunately, 1 cannot ar^swer the first 
question for a stick has no name. For the second question I can 
give you quite a simple answer. About eight miles upstream 
from where 1 am now (stuck behind another rock!) there is an 
old beaver pond; it was from there that my journey started I 
had been one of the top sticks on the dam and had not become 
waterlogged. A couple of hours ago, my part of the dam 
collapsed and 1 started my journey, at first with many other 
sticks. Eventually they either became water-logged, got into 
faster water or got stuck. 

After a couple of minutes, I was freed from the rock and 
continued downstream, soon to make a friend. He was a fine 
Coke bottle, who had been carelessly thrown into a river by a 
boy. 1 met him by freeing him from behind a rock We were 
alike in two ways, if not more. Firstly we were both floating to 
wherever the stream took us and secondly we were both with- 
out names ... 

Roland Lines. IM. 

Battlestar Gallactica by NIGEL HENDRICKSON, 5H 


Once again, it has been a busy year for the musicians in 
the school. At Christmas, the School Choir joined with the 
choir of St John's plus numerous parents and friends to 
produce "Carols for All". The accompaniment was provided 
by a much improved brass ensemble, supported by Jean 
Motyer at the organ. Both Choir and audience sang with 
enthusiasm and conviction and there were some thrilling 
moments indeed. My thanks to Mr. Kermode for choosing 
some new and exciting readings. 

The Band Camp and Concert were upon us at the start of 
the Summer term and much was accomplished in these two 
consecutive weekends, not least the raising of almost $1,000 
for new instruments. 

The Concert itself showed what can be done with hard 
work, and even the last movement of Dvorak's New World 
Symphony did not defeat the band. To our guest soloist and 
accomjjanist, Jean Motyer, another, yet sincere, word of 

The Saltus Concert Society presented three recitals this 
year, all of a notably high standard. To Mrs. Jean Glass who 
has been a first-rate soloist in these concerts a word of praise 
and thanks. We are indeed sorry to see her leave, not only as a 
performer but as a teacher also. 

The School Orchestra, drawn from both the Junior and 
Senior Departments, continues to go from strength to strength 
under the direction of Mrs. Marjorie Pettit, and in a concert in 
March there was indeed some fine playing, particularly from 
some of the younger boys. 

It is good to see a number of our boys playing in the 
Bermuda Youth Orchestra. I hope more will join in September. 

This year's examination results in music were quite respec- 
table though I would like to see more passes with Merit and 
Distinction. At the risk of sounding like a broken-down gramo- 
phone record I must repeat the magic word — practice. To 
date no-one has provided us with a suitable alternative! 

Thanks are due to so many people that it would be 
impossible to list them all but to Mrs. Pettit I must repeat my 
words of gratitude for her continuing support from organising a 
highly successful choir to performing at the Saltus Concert 
Society, to playing the horn in Band. 

Thanks also to Messrs. Van Wie, Pitman, Lopes, Morrison, 
Frith and Mrs. A. Davis for their teaching and playing and to 
Sue Judah for the mammoth task of organising the domestic 
and catering side of the Band Camp. 

W. Duncan 




L. Rosorea — Violin with Distinction 

D. Judah — Piano with Merit 

J. Evans — Piano 

J. Johnston — Trombone 

R. Amos — Flute 

J.J. Soares — Trumpet 

R. Morbey — Trumpet 

M. Bacon — Trumpet 


R. Dunn — Violoncello with Merit 

R. Smith — Violin 

I. Maule — Horn 

T. McKittrick — Viola 

B. Finnerty — Flute 

D. Swift — Rute 

K. Marcoe — Hute 

D. Mulholland — Clarinet 

J. P. Skinner — Piano 

M. Fretwurst — Piano 


R. Stubbs — Violoncello with Distinction. 
J. Hayward — Euphonium with Merit 
J. P. Skinner — Violin 
D. Fitch — Flute 
M. Cave — Clarinet 
S. Pearse — Trombone 


S. Ross — Violoncello 
J. Mason — Piano with Merit 
E. Marchais — Piano with Merit 
L. McKittrick — Violin with Merit 
J. Williams — Violin 

C. Smith — Violin 
N. Dyson — Violin 
G. Brangman — Flute 
J Mason — Violin 


E. Jackson — Piano with Merit 
R. DeSilva — Violin 
R. Dunn — Piano 


C. Bryein — Piano with Merit 


Distinction on/y awarded in Grades 6-8 


L. Rosorea with Distinction 
G. Redford 
K. Hendrickson 


D. Judah 
R. McKittrick 


J. P. Skinner 
R. Dunn 
D. Swift 

D. Fitch 

J. J. Soares 
R. Amos 
N. Soares 
J. Evans 
N. Hendrickson 


N. BaU 
M. Cave 
R. Morbey 
J. Johnston 
J. Williams 
T. McKittrick 
R. Stubbs 
R. Soares 

E. Jackson 
E. Marchciis 
M. Bacon 


I. Maule 
R. Smith 
M. Fretwurst 
S. McMaster 
B. Finnerty 
M. Hall 
K. Marcoe 
N. Glynn 
R. Desilva 
S. Ross 


G. Brangman 

A. McClay 
C. Bryein 
T. Dunstan 
M. Roberts 
M. Jefft-ey 
S. Marchant 

B. Rosorea 
L. McKittrick 


I. Gilbert 
P. Barrett 


R. Dey 
C. Smith 

Clarinets concentratir^g hard. 

A veritable pile of brass! 

And now the flutes. 

Golf Merit Awards for 1979- 1980 


Golf is not the game for anyone 
who expects sudden success and 
instant, low scoring. Perhaps this is 
the biggest problem we have to over- 
come with boys and parents. The 
boy who is easily discouraged by 
minor setbacks will not do well at 
Golf. Parents who expect their child- 
ren to be good enough to enter inter- 
national tournaments within a few 
terms of their taking up the game, 
will be disappointed. 

Stage 1. Green Badge: Skills and 
Rules. Peter Brown, Grant 
Forbes, Chris Marshall, Billy 

Stage 2. Yellow Badge: Rules and 
Handicap of 30 or better. 
Andrew Babensee, Stephen 
Cullimore, Jonathan Ingham, 
David Kendall, David Mocklow, 
Brian Morris. 

Stage 3. Red Badge: Advanced 
Rules and Handicap of 24 or 
better. Ian Bickley, Steven 
Babensee, Timmy Brewer, 
James Mason, Brian Rosorea, 
David Swift. 

Senior School Champions: 

Dunkley Bowl — Low Gross 

— Ian Bickley 

Handicap Shield — Low Net 

— Benson Leitch. 

Under 13 Shield — Brian Morris. 

Junior School Champions: 
Low Gross — Jonathan Ingham 
Low Net — Timmy Brewer. 

Congratulations and best wishes to Steven Babensee and 
James Mason who have been selected to represent Bermuda in 
the Junior World Golf Championships, to be held in San Diego 
this Summer. 


Bi//y Paterson, Chris Marshall, Andrew 
Stratford & Andrew Whalley — Chipping 

Unlike other sports, which often 
show quick results in progress and in 
which a talented, well coordinated 
child can achieve a good standard 
quite quickly, Golf is a game of 
steady, sometimes embarrassingly 
slow progress. It is a game to be 

Last Minute advice before the Merit 
Award Skill Tests. 

enjoyed and offers a wonderful op- 
portunity for a child to develop quali- 
ties of self reliance, patience, self 
control, determination and common 
good manners of sportsmanship. 
The fact that many of our boys are 
developing these worthwhile quali- 
ties is gratifying. Those who have 
practised with dedication are now 
reaping the benefits of their efforts in 
lowered scores and improved handi- 
caps. Scoring barriers have been 
broken. For the first time, some boys 
are breaking 100, 90 or 80 — and 
that surely, shows progress. It must 
be stressed, however, that speed of 
progress is a very personal thing. 
Good Golf is not, as some think, the 
result of luck, or even just talent. 
Really good Golf is the result of a 
combination of things — the child's 
ability, his understanding of the basic 
skills and techniques, hard work and 

If the success of a Golf Pro- 
gramme can be measured by the 
growth of interest of children and 
parents, the boys' keen participation 
in organised B.G.A. tournaments 
and the improvement of overall 
standards, then we must consider 
this to be our most successful year 
yet. For this — we thank all those 
involved — parents and students. 

Ian Bickley; — Dunklei; Bowl, Low Gross 





Success in sport can be judged in many ways. If our year is 
looked at with regard to the number of trophies won, then it 
can only be regarded as a moderately successful year. We won 
the swimming championship, the senior rugby, all age groups 
at Whitney 7's; were second in the badminton tournament, 
second in the Chaffee basketball tournament, and second in 
the volleyball league. 

If on the other hand success of a sports programme 
involves the number of participants, and the number of cictivi- 
ties for those participants, then we have had a very successful 

Boys have participated at inter-mural, inter-house, inter- 
school and national level in the sports mentioned above, and in 
many others. Hopefully, because of this, the majority of the 
boys will find an activity that they can continue after leaving 

The Haygarth Gymnasium has proved invaluable in many 
ways. It is an excellent teaching facility, it has improved our 
standard of play at indoor sports, and is an excellent competi- 
tive or casual recreation area (on the occasional day when 
there is no scheduled activity in the gym. upwards of 40 boys 
have come in for scratch games of 2 v 2 basketball, volleyball 
and table tennis). 

Over 86% of the boys in the school have been actively 
involved in the school's sports programme, and possibly the 
best way to view the inter-school and inter-house efforts is a 
sport-by-sport breakdown. Before doing this though it is 
perhaps noteworthy that this year has seen an increase in the 
number of Old Boys v School activities. These have been 
thoroughly enjoyed by all who took part results being as 
follows: Soccer, won by the School; Basketball, won by the 
Old Boys; Cricket, won by the Old Boys; 4 x UX) relay, won by 
the Old Boys; Volleyball won by the Old Boys. 


1st XI 

With only 3 of last year's Squad remaining (a number that 
was subsequently reduced when Gary Perry fell victim to 
pneumonia), the boys had to work hard to obtain a workable 

It is to the players' credit that, facing physical disadvan- 
tages against many teams, they persevered and produced a 
good standard of football. Unfortunately, this was not always 
transferred into goals, and too many games were lost by the 

The best performance of the season was the 4-1 defeat of 
Sandys Secondary in the quarter final of the Cup, having lost 
0-1 to them in the League. 

Final statistics do not show "close" games. Nevertheless, 
for the statisticians amongst you: 

Played 10, 
Won 2, 

Drew 2, 
Goals for 17, 
Goals against 20. 

Lost 6, 

This season's Captain was Christopher Bardgett, who is to 
be congratulated on doing an excellent job. 

Colours Awarded: 


E. Pascoe, D. Stovell, 
R. Ramirez, G. Pitcher, 
C. Wright, D. Moniz, 
G. Daniels, D. Mocklow, 
C. Brown, V. Chares. 

C. Bardgett, J. Amaral. 

Bardgett, Pitcher and Wayne Campbell (who was too old 
to play this season) all represented Bermuda at schoolboy level 
during their tour of England. 


This young and physically small side showed tremendous 
effort and enthusiasm. I am sure that as they grow in stature the 
lessons learnt this season will leave them in good stead for 
future years. 

P7 W 1 D2 L4 


Not ^ good a season as was hoped for. Despite playing 
well in patches, they let themselves down through lack of 
application at times. Hopefully, they have leamt the impor- 
tance of this and can go from this to show their true potential. 

P 11 W 2 D 1 L 8. 


The highly comp>etitive inter-House tournament continues 
to produce games of a good standard. The Senior competition 
was won by Saltus, who defeated Darrell; the Junior competi- 
tion was won by Darrell who pushed Watlington into second 

Back row: J. Beard (Coach), Pascoe, Chaves, Stovell, McHarg, 
Ramirez, Browr}, Wright. 
Front row: Daniels, Pitcher, Bardgett, Mocklow, Amaral 

Back row: Lema, Breeze, Smith 5, Didonsor^, Williams, Clift, 


Front row: Kempe, Symons, Boyle, Harvei;, Bean, 
Brown, Mouchette. 
Coach, Mr. M. Durrant. 

Back row: Morris, O'Brien, Mansi, Dunn, Turner, Amott, 
Swan, Farias, Clift 
Front row: Dey, Morbey, Chew, Chambers, 
Skinner, Stubbs, Mason. 
Coach, Mr. D. Morrison. 

Back row: Wilson, Burch, Mocklow, Bardgett, McLean. 

Front row: McKittrick, Wright, Pimentel, Pern;. 
Coach, Mr. J. Beard. 

Back row: Breeze, Dickinson, Scaff, Williams, Clijt. 
Front row: Wilson, Harvey, Chaves, Boyle. 
Coach, Mr. J. Beard. 


A very pleasing season. Due to a few inconsistent perform- 
ances, results were not as good as they could have been. 
Nevertheless, a good basis has been formed here that can only 
improve in future years. 

Results: P 9 W 5 L 4 

INTER-HOUSE COMPETITION continues to improve. This 
year's Senior Title was won by Saltus, with Darrell in second 
place, as was the Junior competition. 



A very exciting season in which our standard of F>lay 
reached a new high — although "results would, pjerhaps, not 
seem to bear this out An early season rugby injury to point - 
scoring Benson Leitch set the team back a little, but through 
hard work they proved they were a force to be reckoned with. 

Undoubtedly the high point of the season was reaching 
the final of the Chaffee Tournament. On the way to the Final 
we defeated Roger B. Chaffee High School; the first time this 
has been achieved at Senior level. Despite losing narrowly to 
Whitney in the final, the team is to be congratulated on playing 
some very good basketball. 

It is noteworthy that at the Chaffee tournament John 
McLean was voted Best Offensive Player of the competition. 

Mackie Wilson is to be congratulated on another excellent 
season as captain of the basketbaU team. 

Results (including tournament): P 13 W 7 L 6 

Loren Wilson in action. 



A very successful season. Although once again we were 
unable to overcome our old adversary M.S.A, the team 
produced a very high standard of play that was commented on 
by many. They finished second in the League and second in 
the Tournament, losing only one game in each. 

Results (including Toumament): P 8 W 6 L 2 

One "B" team game took place. This was against M.S.A 
and gave us some measure of revenge, as we won 3 games to 


Considering few of the team had ever played volleyball 
before, this was a very encouraging season. The team is to be 
commended for the way they quickly adapted to the game, 
and for their willingness to learn. 

P 10 W 7 L 3. 

From left to right - McKittrick, Moniz, Tolamm, Pimentel, Perry, 
Mcx:klow, Wilson, Dunstan, McLean, 
Coach, J. Beard. 



At Senior Level Saltus, Darrell and Watlington all finished 
with similar records and due to the pressure of exams it was 
decided to leave it as such. 

At Junior Level there was again a three-way tie, this time 
between Saltus, Darrell and Butterfield. There being more time 
for play-offs, Darrell eventuaUy emerged as victors. 

Back row: Clift, Williams, Chaues. 
Front row: Moniz, Boyle, Harvey, Lalami. 


Overall, a fairly good showing by Saltus, our best individ- 
ual being Greg Scaff, who won the Intermediate Division. 


Senior 1st Watlington, 2nd Darrell, 3rd Saltus, 4th Butterfield. 

Inter: 1st Danrell, 2nd Saltus, 3rd Watlington, 4th Butterfield. 

Junior: 1st Butterfield, 2nd Darrell, 3rd Watlington, 

4th Saltus. 


Senior. 1st M. Wilson (24:37.94), 2nd D. StoveU, 

3rd C. Bardgett. 

Inter: 1st S. Joblin (19:47.7), 2nd G. Scaff, 3rd P. Marsh. 

Junior 1st M. ZanaU (11:50.53), 2nd R. Unes, 

3rd J. Mason. 

All times are new School records. 


Back row: Pascoe, Campbell, Amoral, Scott, 
Coach, Mr. C. Palmer. 

Front row: Stovell, Parsons, Pitcher, Bickley, Chaues 

Back row: Undo, Dias, Swan, Brown, Van Beelen. 
Front row: Babensee, Farias, Pitcher, Boyle, Amott, Morris. 
Coach, Mr. D. Harrison. 


After an indifferent start to the season, the 1st XJ improved 
their p)erformances to record victories over St. Georges and 
Northlands, and come very close to defeating Whitney 

The batting was held together by Pascoe and Pitcher, both 
of whom made 50's during the course of what has become a 
short season. Campbell and Chaves also turned in useful 

Campbell's all-round pjerfonmance against Whitney (his 5 
overs cost 7 runs, and his 40 runs came in only 7 overs) was 
impressive though disapfX)intly not supported by better 
bowling and fielding. 

This was rather the story of the season — useful individual 
performances lacked all-round supF>ort from the rest of the 

George Pitcher is to be commended for his mature job as 
captain. Both he and Campbell played for the East Select. 

The Collins Award to the most improved cricketer went to 
Vincent Chaves. 

Played 7 Won 2 Lost 5. 

Colours: Chaves, McKittrick, Andrade, Amaral. G. Daniels. 

Re-awarded: Pitcher, Pascoe, Campbell, Parsons. 

Junior XI 

Although starting with a tremendous handicap of lack of 
cricket experience, they have come on in leaps and bounds. 
Their enthusiasm and thirst for the game should soon make 
itself seen in their skill level. They would seem to have a bright 
future. Captain Chris Swan turned in some very useful 
performances, and the bowling of Roger Amott shows particu- 
lar promise. 

The new indoor nets in the gym have been useful, parti- 
cularly with the younger players, and have made practising a 
more enjoyable and productive occupation. Increased use of 
these facilities will raise standards at a time when cricket has to 
compete with numerous other sporting activities. 

Back row: Amott, Stubbs, Jackson, Morhey, Turner, Swan. 
Front row: Young, Klein, Dunn. Coach, Vaughn Evans. 

Back row: Breeze, Scaff, Dickinson, Joblin, Lines. 
Front row: Bailey, Way, Hodgson. Coach, B. Toms. 

Back row: Tolaram, Patterson, Bardgett, McLean, Stouell. 
Front row: Ball, McHarg, McKittrick. Coach, Mr. B. Toms. 

Back row: Swan, Turner, Van Beelen, Soares, Cooper, Fitch, Young, 
Jackson, Hamill, Cullimore. Front row: Delafontaine, Fisher, Stubbs, 
Dunn, Klein, ffya//, McKittrick, Lotherington. Coach, Mr V. Evans & 
Mr. D. Harrison. 


For the first time since its inception, Saltus won the Senior 15- 
a-side League quite convincingly, finishing undefeated at the end 
of the season. As expected, M.S.A. provided the toughest opposi- 
tion, Saltus winning two of their three encounters, the other being 
a nil-nil draw. Saltus imposed heavy defeats upon Warwick 
Academy, the last game ending in a 38-nil drubbing of Warwick. It 
was a pleasing season's performance by all the players, especially 
the younger players in the 4th Form, namely Grenville Lines, Scott 
Leman and Fiichard Amos. The only disappointment was the fact 
that a team photograph did not take place because a few older 
members of the team refused to return their rugby jerseys on time, 
which is rather sad for the rest of the team. 

Junior Rugby continues to flourish at Saltus. The mini-rugby 
(9-a-side) teams did well in their respective leagues, although 
Warwick Academy were eventual winners. There is certainly a 
strong interest in the younger players. Unfortunately, the limited 
involvement shown by the majority of Bermuda's Secondary 
Schools has not helped the development of the sport of the island. 

Whitney Seven's — The first Clean Sweep 

Special mention must be made of the fact that Saltus became 
the first school to win all three age groups since the competition 
began in 1961. The U-13 team showed their running and handling 
skills in defeating a much fancied Whitney 'A' team 6-nil in the 
semi-fined and Warwick Academy in the final by 8 points to 4. The 
U-15's were the next Saltus finalists after defeating M.S.A. and 
Whitney in earlier rounds. The final was fairly one-sided, with 
Saltus using speed and strength to defeat Warwick Academy 4-nil, 
although the score tells the wrong story. The U-17 team had an 
easy path to the final, defeating M.S.A. 18-nil. The Senior 'B' 
Team, were beaten by Whitney 20-nil in the semi-final and looked 
strong favourites to win. Saltus 'A' Team, with a lot more 
experience, defeated the fit Whitney team 10-nil in the final with 
some fine display of tackling and handling. Congratulations to all 
Saltus teams who took part. 

Finally, my thanks go to the other members of staff who 
coached and gave of their free time throughout the season, 
namely Messrs. Vaughn Evans and David Harrison. 



Back row: Scaff, Maule, Mocklow, Ball, Joblin. 
Front row: Morbey, Mansi, Young, Patterson, Awos, Hamill. 

Left to right: Marchais, Lines, Marchant, Soares, Marsh, 
Zanol, i?ya//. 
Coach: Mr. A. /?os/a7/y 


In recent years running has increased in popularity and is 
now enjoyed by a large cross section of the community. The 
aim of the Running Club at Saltus is to provide the oppxjrtunity 
for anyone who enjoys running to run in a non-competitive 
atmosphere. However, many of the runners have found that 
regular training has been helpful in competing in school 
matches and other events. 

Two members, Jeffrey Ryall and Phillip Marsh, reached an 
accumulated total of fifty miles earlier this year and will shortly 
be getting their 100 mile running vests. Both represented the 
school in several cross-country matches against Berkeley and 


We again dominated the Boys section, winning the 
competition with a 46 point margin between us arvd second- 
placed Warwick Academy. 

Unacr 13 


1st Mansi 

1st Joblin 

1st George Scaff 


1st Morbey 

1st Greg Scaff 

2nd Amos 


1st Amott 

1st Joblin 

1st Amos 


1st Amott 

2nd Greg Scaff 

1st George Scaff 









Mark Mansi represented Bermuda in the Caribbean 
Championship in Puerto Rico. 

The school cross-country races were won by Marco Zanol 
(Junior), Stuart Joblin (Intermediate), and Mackie' Wilson 

At the Inter-Schools Cross-Country Gregg Scaff won the 
Intermediate individual title and the Senior Team came 

On Sports Day, Marco Zanol and Roland Lines produced 
a very exciting 1500 metre race with Roland eventually coming 
out as victor. Earlier, Marco won the 3,000 metre race, setting a 
new school record for his age group. 

Many of the club, including Robert Jones, have also taken 
part in races held at the week-ends and we were represented in 
both the Sun Life lOK and the May 24th Marathon Derby. 


Phillip Marsh well on his uxiy to his 100 mile vest 


Over 17 

Lines and Zanol in competition. 

Klein and Mansi. 


A promising year, punctuated by one or two notable 
successes. Romano Ramirez represented Bermuda at tiie 
CARIFTA Games, and gained a bronze medal in the Pole 

At a triangular meet Saltus defeated Northlands and 
Berkeley. At the inter-school meet, the following were success- 
ful in the finals: 


Pole Vault 
High jump 
Long Jump 
Triple Jump 


Scaff 3rd 
Scaff 3rd 

Zanol 5th 
Lines 6th 


Joblin 1st 

Patterson 1st 

Swan 5th 
Morbey 5th 
Morbey 5th 

M. Wilson 1st 
Patterson 2nd 

Pole Vault 

High Jump 

Long Jump 

Triple Jump 




Sports Day was again very successful, thanks to the organi- 
zation by the staff, and the highly competitive attitude of the 
athletes. The competition went right down to the final relay, 
which Saltus won, and so pipped Watlington by just V2 pc«nt 

Junior Champion: Chris Swan 
Intermediate Champion: Robert Dickinson 
Victor Lodorum: Romano Ramirez 
Senior Year. Mackie Wilson 

Stovell 5th 

Scaff 5th 

Ramirez 1st 
Wright 3rd 

Smith 4th 
Wright 5th 

Ramirez 2nd 
Bardgett 6th 

Ramirez 3rd 
Bardgett 5th 

McLean 4th 

Dduid Fitch in the shot putt. 

Dickinson 4th 


Mulholland 4th 

Andrew Diaz goes the distance! 




100 metres 
200 metres 
400 metres 
800 metres 
1500 metres 
3000 metres 
Pole Vaah 
Long Jump 
Triple Jump 
High Jomp 
Shot Putt 

Morbey (B) 14.05 
Swan (W) 29.85 
Farias (B) 67.6 
Amott (W) 2.40.3 
R Lines (S) 5.11.76 
Zanol (W) 11.31.0* 
Chew (S) 1.55 
Morbey (B) 4.42 
Amott (W) 9.23 
Swan (W) 1.35 
Stubbs (B) 22.10 
Morris (S) 20.6 
C. Smith (S) 7.51 
Watlington 57.71 


100 metres 
200 metres 
400 metres 
800 metres 
1500 metres 
3000 metres 
Pole Vaoh 
Long Jump 
Triple Jump 
High Jump 
Shot Pott 

Dickinson (D) 12.64 
Dickinson (D) 26.85 
Scaff 2 (W) 59.69 
Scaff 2 (W) 2.19.87 
Scaff 2 (W) 4.59.14 
Joblin (S) 11.03.8 
Patterson 3 (D) 1.95 
Dickinson (D) 5.14 
Williams (W) 11.12 
Mutzke (B) 1.50 
Dias (S) 26.40 
Breeze (S) 38.9 
Dickinson (D) 9.70 
Saltus 52.45 


100 metres : 
200 metres 
400 metres 
800 metres 
1500 metres 
3000 metres 
Pole Vaoh 
Long Jomp 
Triple Jomp 
High Jomp 
Shot Pott 

Ramirez (B) 12.11 
Ramirez (B) 25.36 
StoveU (W) 56.06 
Wilson (D) 2.16.84 
Wilson (D) 4.55.19 
Wilson (D) 10.25 
Patterson (D) 3.15 
Bardgett (S) 6.08 
Ramirez (B) 11.96 
Smith 2 (W) 1.70* 
McLean (D) 34.08 
Pitcher (W) 43.7 
Smith 2 (W) 10.81* 
Saltus 48.80 

John Paul Shnner and Corin Smith in a tight finish. 

Madde maldng it look so very easy 

Victory for Dickinson. 

The Flop! 


The Duke of 
Award Scheme: 

Back Row: Leman, Fretwurst, Gray. 
Middle Row: Aubrey, Patterson, Talbot, Brown. 
Front Row: Stanton, Benevides, Finnerty, Tolaram, Bryan. 

The Duke off Edinburgh's Award Scheme at Saltus. 

Congratulations must go to Rowan McKittrick who this 
year becomes the first Saltus boy to complete his Gold Award, 
which he will receive at the same time as an old boy of the 
school, Michael Anfossi. This determination in seeing the 
programme through to a successful conclusion is an example of 
the kind of attitude which the scheme seeks to foster; it is to his 
credit that out of the twenty or so boys who began their Bronze 
Award at the same time as him. Rowan is the only one to have 
reached the Gold Level. 

Back Row: Marchant, Fretwurst, Benevides, Finnerty, Fitch. 
Front Row: Skinner, Brandson, Roberts. 

Sailing Club Report 

Sailing at Saltus this year has seen a certain amount of 
progress along with several setbacks. 

The school has benefitted greatly from the acquisition of 
two Lasers — the first received as a very generous gift from Mr. 
James Masters, an old boy of the school; the second purchased 
with funds raised by 20 sailors of varying abilities who took part 
in a sponsored sail around the harbour and the Great Sound. 

Steven Shepperd and Mark Fretwurst have been instru- 
mental in the promotion of Laser sailing within the school, and 
the need now is for more boys to come out at weekends and to 

'Thar's gold in them thar Catskills!' 

Others are now following Rowan's lead, and during the 
month of July a group of 5 Gold Award hopefuls went to New 
•York's Catskill Mountains to complete their four day. sixty mile 
hike. Carrying their temporary homes on their backs, Jonathan 
Gray, Steel Butz, Scott Leman, Robert Gringley and David 
Stanton braved the heat, rattlesnake infested forests and 
vampire-like mosquitoes to explore some of the most beautiful 
country of the American North-East. 

At the Bronze and Silver levels, many boys have been 
quietly "doing their thing", from fire-fighting to Scuba Diving, 
from life saving to Spjeleology; in the spirit of the scheme itself, 
it is those willing to take the initiative and "get on with the job" 
— both to leam new skills and develop their own interests — 
who will derive benefit and satisfaction from participation in 
such activities, and by thus contributing to their own lives, they 
can later contribute in full measure to society at large. 


sail these exciting boats in competitive racing: then perhaps we 
can see about enlarging our Laser "fleet". 

Patrick Bryan, Simon Marchant and David Fitch are also 
promising helmsmen who are gradually acquiring the many 
skills involved in comp>etitive racing. Several other boys have 
come out again to make use of the club s four Optimist 
dinghies, and some of this year's beginners have made good 
progress, notably a determined Mathew Roberts. 

We are still actively seeking a more satisfactory location for 
our boats and equipment, (preferably under cover), and any 
suggestions in this respect would be welcome. R.H.G. 


Ross deep in thought. 

Chess Club Report 

The 1979-80 season of the 
Saltus Chess Club has had its 
strengths and its weaknesses. The 
membership of 30 or so has been 
drawn more than usual from the first 

and second forms. This has its drawbacks as it means 
that the majority lack experience at present. However 
novices will soon leam if they are prepared to stay with 
the club. 

This year's president has been Philip Ray who 
has made a considerable contribution to holding the 
club together. Rarely has there been a day when he 
has not been in attendance to supervise games and to 
help younger members. John Johnston aided him as 

The Christmas term was the most successful of 
the three with a hard fought Round Robin 
Competition which was eventually won by newcomer 
Adam Kassab with 41 pts, closely followed by 
Johnston with 40. Mark Cave (38) had led for most of 
the contest and it was unfortunate that he was just 
pipped at the post in the final rounds. It was good to 
see so many matches played firom all the possible 

Perhaps because Mr. Pettit's time was rather at a 
premium, there was less organised activity in the 
spring. However the summer brought more response. 
This was probably because of an offer by Mr Derek 
Harris, Secretary of the Bermuda Chess Association 
and one of the two best players on the island, to come 
and coach the club. He has been with us every 
Wednesday, usually playing a dozen people at the 
same time — I believe with only one loss! 

So we have a good foundation for next year 
when I hope even more interest will be evinced. Not 
so long ago there were nine secondary schools with 
clubs in Bermuda. At present there are only three. 
There is definitely room for improvement. 

Mr. Derek Harris, Secretary of the 
Bermuda Chess Associatior) takes on 
dub members. 


Former art teacher, Mr. Stephen Masters left behind him a 
strong nucleus of boys who were interested in photography. 
Following his lead it was decided to run the photography club on the 
following lines: 

A $15 levy was imposed to cover the cost of replacing chemicals 
and photographic paper. Twelve boys became paid-up members so 
that they could have the privilege of using the dark-room at lunch- 
time or after school. A further five boys were non-paying members 
either because they had access to other dark-rooms or because they 
were simply interested in learning by attending the occasional lecture 
or visit 

Beside providing dark-room facilities for those boys who already 
knew how to enlarge and develop films, a series of informal classes 
and lectures were held on Friday afternoons. A lot of practical 
teaching was done by the more experienced club members. 

To help broaden the boys' understanding of photography, two 
professional photographers were invited to come to the school to talk 
about their work. Mr. Peter Moran showed us his black and white 
photographs taken with his big view camera and Mr. Graeme 
Outerbridge gave a very colourful slide show on the theme of 
photography being an art form. 

In contrast to these formal lectures, the final event of the year 
was a visit to the Police Photography lab. at Prospect. Here we saw 
the practical and very imfxjrtant work done by the Police 
Photography Unit. Detective Constable Ernest McCreight gave a 
very full quided tour and had all of us green with envy over the 
quality of equipment that the Bermuda Police Department has 

On a final note, mention should be made here of the success 
achieved by Peter Aldrich, Alistair Stewart and James Guishard in 
the photographic competition tided, "Bermuda as seen through the 
eyes of a child." This was run in connection with the International 
Year of the Child. V. Evans 

Standing, left to right: Jeffreys, Butz, Collier, McMaster, Welch, 
Robir\sor}, D.C. McCreight, Aldrich, Fir^r^erty, Tolaram 
Kneeling at front: Melh, DeSilva, Pitt, Peers, Kassab. 

'Why can't we have equipment like this, Mr. Evans?" 

Whichever way you look at it . . • 

Junior School Staff 

Miss E. M. Wilkie Head of Department 

On the highest Bough Mr. M. Beasely, 

Second Row, left to right: Mrs. L. Williams. 

Mr. P. Lever, 

Mr. J. McEwan, 

Mr. R. Stones, B.Sc. (Bradford) 

First Roto, Left to right: Mrs. J. Zoill 

Miss M. Armstrong 
Mrs. K. Walker 

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

In Front: Miss E. M. Wilkie. 

Junior School House Captains 1979-1980 


Butterfield Capt. Kirkland Hamill 

Vice Capt. Marco Montarsolo. 

Darrell Capt. Jamie Mumo. 

Vice Capt. Adrian Fusinaz. 

Capt. Andrew Clarke 
Vice Capt. Timmi; Brewer 
Watlington Capt. Patrick Dill 

Vice Capt: Joseph de Silva. 

Junior School Monitors 1979-1980 

Head Teacher's Monitor — Christopl^er Edwards 
Assistant Monitor — Ian Mackie. 

Class Monitors: Andrew Clarke, Joseph DeSilva, Adrian Fusinaz, 

Andrew Macka\,>, Jamie Munro, Devrae Noel-Simmons, 
Alex Waldron, Blythe Walker. 

Duty Monitors: Courtland Bottle, Timm\^ Brewer, Nicholas Dill, 

Kirkland Hamill, Graeme Hunter, Jonathan Ingham, 
Gregory) Lovell, Timothx^ Mahonei^, Andrew McPhee, 
Julian Rochfort, Dirk Scheland, Jimmx; Skinner. 



This year, the Class Mothers asked if the proceeds of their many 
fund-raising activities within the Junior School could not be 
channelled toward the purchase of a specific item needed by the 
Junior School. 

A much-needed spirit-duplicator having already been donated 
by the Saltus Association, the next greatest need was for ceiling fans 
in each of the hot and airless classrooms. 

Thanks to the keenness and hard work of the Class Mothers, the 
willing support of other parents and students, and, in particular, an 
outstandingly generous donation by the Saltus Association, the Class 
Mothers have presented the Junior School with ceiling fans in every 

At the time of going to print, we are looking forward, for the first 
time, to a bearably cool Prize Day. 

Our gratitude to all concerned. 

CLASS MOTHERS 1979-1980 

Co-ordinator of Activities, 
Mrs. J. Skinner 

J7: Mrs. Hamill, Mrs. Rochfort, Mrs. Scheland, Mrs. Skinner, 

Mrs. Young. 

J6: Mrs. J. Cooper, Mrs. Lyons, Mrs. Lorenz, Mrs. Smith 

(Mrs. Griffiths*) 

J5: Mrs. Brandson, Mrs. Hall, Mrs. Hubbard, Mrs. Maclntyre, 

(Mrs. Fecchio*). 

J4: Mrs. Adams, Mrs. J. Davidson, Mrs. Drew, Mrs. Parradine, 

Mrs. Simmons. 

*left during the year 

One afternoon after Science we walked into our ck>ss- 
room and much to our surprise and delight workmen 
were drilling holes in the ceiling and walls. We were going 
to be the first class in school to have a pah of ceiling fans. 
Hurray! Jeffrey Freeaaan 

The sight that met our eyes was wonderful. One three 
winged fan was already up and there was a man on a step 
ladder fixing the other. One man was attending to some 
coiled wire and another drilling out room for the switch. 
Boxes of equipment were everywhere. There was a bag 
of bolts on my desk. Julian WUkinson 

The class mothers ought to get gold medals for their 
kindness. Dadley Thoi 

The Class Mothers made $2000, but we needed $3000, 
so the Saltus Association gave $1000 to install the fans. 1 
thank the Saltus Association for this money, and the 
Class Mothers for being so kind. Paul Moniz 

I'd like to express my gratitude to the parents who 
worked so hard for the fans to be bought and installed. 

Ben Jadah 

We appreciate the hard work the class mothers put in for 
us to have this luxury. They have made money for the 
fans by selling doughnuts, sandwiches and chicken 
lunches from which we benefit — and so do our 
stomachs! John Menfe 

We can sit back comfortably in our chairs on a hot day 
and do our school work without worrying about being 
hot and sticky. Sometimes when 1 look up at the electric 
fans while they are whirring away it makes me think that 
the whole classroom is being taken up by a huge 
helicopter. Derek Joaqaia 

Everyone is relieved when Mrs. Williams turns them on! 

Scott AnK>9 

Apart from the minor worry that the fan above me might 
fall on my head, 1 am delighted with them! 

Julian Wilkinson 


MUSIC REPORT, 1979/80 

Brass and 
Woodwind 1980. 

Saltas Junior 

This has been a very busy year for the music department. 

We began our activities immediately school started in 
September with preparations for the Christmas production 
"Follow The Star", directed by Mr. Ron Stones. It was a very 
lively show with an unusual interpretation of the Nativity, and 
altogether, a most worthwhile project. Musically I would like to 
thank Mrs. Davis (flute), Mr. Meredith (guitar) and Michael 
Bishop (drums), who accompanied us on this occasion. 

1980 was a record year for theory passes, and I was very 
pleased with the ninety five candidates who successfully gained 
certificates (Grade I-V). 

Practical examinations were good as far as piano, brass 
and woodwind were concemed, but the string entries seemed 
weaker than in previous years. Hopefully this will be remedied 
after the summer holiday with renewed interest and hard work. 

Thanks to aU extra-curricular teachers who contributed to 
our successes. Much praise, as far as the woodwind entries are 
concemed, must certainly go to Antoinette Davis, who gave up 
much of her own valuable time for extra tuition. Mrs. Davis, 
incidentally, has become a tremendous asset to the school 

School Report 

generally, since she coaches woodwind groups in the Junior 
School, and helps in the organisation and teaching of the newly 
formed school orchestra. Our orchestra this year has 
comprised, for the first time, players from both junior and 
senior departments. With Mr. Duncan's assistance, we have 
performed in two concerts given by the Bermuda Chamber 
Music Society. 

We are very sorry to lose Jean Glass, who has taught in 
the school and has played for us on many occasions during her 
four year stay in Bermuda. She is a violinist of rare quality and 
a fine teacher who will be difficult to replace. We all wish her 
well in her new life with her husband Adrian and, their, as yet, 
unborn offspring. The baby is due in a few months. 

Hopefully our instrumental programme will continue to 
accelerate with the interest and support of student, teacher and 
parent. Much depends on the talent and hard work on the part 
of the child, good teaching, plus organisation and help at 
home. Saltus parents have never been lacking in the latter. 
Long may it continue! 

Thank you all for your support and cooperation. 

Maijorie Pettit 

Music Results: Theory of Music 


Associated Board 


The Royal Schools 
of Music 


Bradfield Adderley 
Jason Bento 
Matthew Brewer 
Roy Brooke 
John Buchanan 
Stephen Caton 
Tom Chasser 
James Davis 
Michael G. Davis 
Richard Davis 
Patrick Dill 
Sean Dunleavy 
Christopher Edwards 
Graham Foster 
Jeffrey Freeman 
Carter Frith 
Myles Gibbons 
John Glynn 

Robert Hall 
Wesley Harrison 
Michael Hind 
James Holland 
Brian Huxley 
Jonathon Ingham 
Carter Lorenz 
Gregory Lovell 
Ian Mackie 
Timothy Mahoney 
Christopher Marshall 
Craig Mclntyre 
Andrew McPhee 
Brian Mello 
Zachory Moniz 
Craig Morbey 
David Mutch 
Nicholas New 
Geoffrey Parker 

Robert Petty 
Jonathon Rego 
Stephen Robinson 
Julian Rochfort 
Dirk Scheland 
David Shadbolt 
Blair Simmons 
Jimmy Skinner 
Billy Smith 
Miguel Triay 
Ian Tmran 
Alex Waldron 
Ian Walker 
Geordie Wardman 
Anthony Warren 
Christian Wheddon 
Shorn Young 
Stephen Young 
Andre Zanol 


Andrew Bissell 
Iain Brackstone 
Christopher Brandson 
Gregory Cave 
Andrew Clarke 
Jonathon Cooper 
David Crooke 
Drew Douglas 
Peter Durhager 
Adrian Fusinaz 
Kevin Gunther 
Norman Hodson 
George Jones 
Jason Jones 
John Logan 
Paul Moniz 
Andrew Munro 
Billy Patterson 
Andrew Pettit 
Guy Roberts 
James Young 


Henry Adderley 
Scott Amos 
Michael A. E. Davis 
Andrew Griffiths 
Richard Hammond 
Bruce Lattyak 
Kevin Mayeill 
John Menge 
Marco Montarsolo 
Scott Simmons 
Julian Wilkinson 


Kenneth Dallas 
Graeme Hunter 


Patrick Cooper 
Benjamin Judah 
Dudley Thomas 



Christopher Branelson (Distinction) 
Kenneth Dallas (Merit) 
Graeme Hunter (Merit) 


Adrian Fusinaz (pass) 
Scott Simmons (pass) 


Patrick Cooper (pass) 
Benjamin Judah (Distinction) 
Bruce Lattyak (Distinction) 
Dudley Thomas (pass) 
Julian Wilkinson (Distinction) 



Iain Brackstone (pass) 
Kenneth Dallas (pass) 
Norman Hodson (pass) 
Billy Paterson (Merit) 
Devrae Simmons (pass) 
Geordie Wardman (pass) 


Scott Amos (pass) 
John Menge (pass) 
Scott Simmons (Merit) 


Andrew Bissell {pass) 


Paul Moniz (pass) 


GRADE 111 

Benjamin Judah (Distinction) 

GRADE 111 

Andrew Clarke (pass) 
James Davis (pass) 
Brian Huxley (pass) 
Marco Montarsolo (ipass) 


GRADE 111 

Patrick Cooper (Merit) 

GRADE 111 

Richard Hammond (pass) 

Prize Winners 
June 1980 

Senior Instrumental Music. Benjantin Jndah (6W) 
General Musicianship. Patricii Cooper (6W) 

Junior Instrumental Music. James Davis (5M) 

General Musicianship. Norman Hodson (5M) 

This year the Music Scholarship was awarded to 
Benjamin Jndah (6W). 


'Guess who's coming to tea.' by BILLY GRINGLEY J7S. 

My Nightmare 

I drifted off to sleep, and then as if by magic I was standing in a misty 
place. Suddenly a bit of mist cleared, and I saw a white thing. I also 
saw right through it. Carl Dines 

Thud! thud! went my footsteps as I was walking in the thick fog. 
Suddenly the fog departed and I saw a glimpse of an old grave. That 
made me stop short I started to walk forward slowly. As I 
approached I saw a dim lantem burning. Jason Carr 

I tried to run, but everything about me was weary. I could only walk 
very tiredly. I tried to climb a tree but my shoes turned to soap. I tried 
to hide but everything disappeared. Hugh McPhee 

A mysterious hand reached out and grabbed me. I tried to scream 
but my mouth would not open. . I tried to get away but I could not 
move a single bone in my body. Stephen Caton 


In my dream 1 saw nothing but mist, mist, mist. As I crept 
closer I found a steel door which could be opened by 
pulling a lever. After I did so I was almost blinded by a 
powerful light. Geottrey Parlter 

For a minute I thought I was blind, but then I had a 
glimpse of something. To my horror it was a family of 
black panthers, as black as night. I tried to run, but my 
feet were stuck to the ground, and the panthers came 
closer and closer. It was happening so quietly you could 
hear a feather drop. Alex Bradshaw 




Whoosh! The proton engines fired and the 
Galactic war-head accelerated to Mach 24 and shot 
off the launch pad. The desert base had just 
launched the first Galactic war-head. 

The target was a small asteroid orbiting Mars. 
Now it was nearing its target, with a solar latitude of 
8.84°. The count-down for impact began: - Minus 5 
minutes and counting, minus four minutes and 
counting, minus three, minus two, minus one, 50 
seconds, 25 seconds, 12.5 seconds, six; five, four, 
three, two one. Impact! 

A series of explosions shook the night sky. The 
Galactic war-head had worked. 

Ten years later Galaxy War I started. Up till 
now Galactic war-head had not been used but now 
they were the secret weapon of the solar system. In 
two days the battle cruiser Alreoss was to raid an 
enemy base with Galactic war-heads. It had a crew 
of 8000 and carried 350 '928' fighters. 

Then the day came. It was hurtling through 
space at Mach 49. Everything went normally on the 

Then they reached the base. The crew got in 
their ships. Each ship had a Galactic war-head 
fastened on the bottom of it. Alarms sounded 
through the base. They fired everything they'd got! 
The 928' s fired and they hit the target. There was a 
flash and the base was gone. 

David Mutch J4Z 

I am the Sea 

I am the sea, the sea is me, 

round and round and up and down 

through the wake, through sp>outs 

What a feeling there is, no droughts. 

Through the slopes we dive and play. 

through the sea, 

the ocean, the spray of waves 

against the rocks 

make me feel, 1 am the sea. 

Matthew Brewer J4Z 

by DUDLEY ThOM-Ab Jou 

Skiing on Snow 

I like to ski, down hills and over spills of snow. 

It's fun to ski, down ski jumps and land on knees 

Now what a sport that must be! 
I like to ski on one and do a flip and land on the other. 
But you have to bother 
to land on one leg and jump to the other 
But your big brother 
could do it better because 
he does it when he wants to. 
he goes to lessons ... 
But I don't, no 1 don't, but I want to. 
Boy I do! 

Blair Simmons J4Z 

My Map 

I have a map upon my wall, 
And one day I would like to call 
At all those countries far and near, 
If someone gives me a boat to steer, 

From Greenland to America I would love to go, 
Then down to sunny Mexico, 
After that I would sail the Atlantic blue 
Having stopped off at Peru. 

I could sail to Germany, England and France, 
And maybe to New Guinea if I had the chance. 
Then the Cape of Good Hope I would round, 
On my way to Bermuda homeward bound. 

Carter Frith J5M 


My Easter Vacation 

"Help! Help!" shouted my big sister sadly, staring at her 
kite in the tree that Easter morning. Suddenly, my father woke 
up in surprise and said, "It's six o'clock in the morning. Go 
back to bed and I will get it later." Acting greedy and stubborn 
as she is, she went in the garage and took out another kite, but 
did not know it was my father's kite. 

Two hours later my father was ready to fly his kite. 
Suddenly my sister realized that she had taken the wrong kite 
and thinking of the wreck she had made of my father's kite she 
quickly ran to the garage and replaced the gap with one of my 
trashy bat kites. Soon my father came out and did not notice 
the different kite until he tried to get it up. 

Finally I woke up and 1 stuffed myself with Easter eggs and 
hot cross buns until 1 was sick. So 1 slept for another hour. 
Soon, in the afternoon my sister and 1 were attacking each 
other's kites in the air until seven plastic kites were destroyed. 
Soon after two weeks, my eggs were all gone and 1 had to go 
back to school and do lots of work instead of lots of relaxing. 
The next day 1 went outside and continued the kite fights with 
my friends. Day after day we kept wrecking each other's kite 
until our last kites were destroyed. 

Norman Hodson J5M 


The Car 

My father he has a small car. 
Although in Bermuda it can't travel far. 
It is coloured Polar Bear White, 
Although it's never shining bright. 

When it's driving down the road. 
It seems to happily carry its load, 
And when we get there at last. 
The car never regrets the past. 

On the way back home sitting there, 
Out of the window do I stare. 
I see trees and flowers galore, 
I wish 1 could go and explore. 

And when back home do we get. 
The little car does not fret. 
It stands proudly in the sun. 
While my Mother eats a bun. 

When my father goes out again. 
It drives proudly in sun or rain, 
And when the car has to swerve, 
Still it goes nicely round the curve. 

Nobody ever does fear, 
When destination II is near, 
Although it may be far from home, 
I've never known the car to groan. 

On the final homeward trail, 
The car's engine will never fail, 
Patiently waiting to go home, 
The car it will never groan. 

Now that we are home again. 
Mom is praising, 'God, Amen!' 
She is happy eating bun, 
1 suppose so is everyone. 

A third trip has been proposed, 
I think it ain't seconded though. 
So at home we all will stay, 
My Mom's now shouting hurray! 

David Crooke 5M 

The Sea 

Although you are rough and mean 
All over the place you can be seen 
But sometimes you are calm and beautiful 
And you are always plentiful. 

Donnie Francis J5L 

The Land 

Lots of islands made of sand 
Look just like a music band. 
Bamboo trumpets of different kinds 
Bring lovely music to our mind. 
Tree trunk tubas blow and blow 
Making music loud and low. 

Christopher Klein J5L 

The Farmyard 

The rooster sitting on his perch, 
The sparrow sitting on his birch, 
The cattle moving like a fleet. 
The lambs have begun to bleat. 
The birds look so young and free, 
The farmyard is the place to be. 

The cows are coming from the field, 
The winter has begun to yield. 
The cold wind has begun to cease, 
Now the crops can grow in peace. 
Warm winds are blowing through the tree. 
It's just you, farmyard and me. 

Michael Hind 6B 

Future World, A commentary on life 
in the year 2,000 A.D. 


Maid Service 

The androids came in every size. The largest one. Maxi- 
millian, was terrifying. He used to sneak up behind me. but just 
as he was ready to scare me, a loud beep which came from my 
special watch, beat him to the trick. Unlike most androids he 
had no feelings and so was called, 'Heart -o-Stone". Vincent, a 
smaller, more efficient droid, did have feelings. When he was 
distressed he held his two red, creepy eyes still and resembled 
Frankenstein. Although he was short and stubby, he flew. 
When he dusted the chandelier he managed to look very 

John Menge. 

The robot rolled in and fixed me with an accusing glare, 
then turned round and went about his duties. This unemotional 
monster took the place of my loving mother. His lights blinked 
on and off. His intestines were endless wires, nuts and bolts. 
But nothing can beat flesh and blood. Why, this machine did 
not even care for himself! Geordie Wardman 

An electronic voice said. "Breakfast is served. My robot 
maid made some of the best flapjacks in the world. I thought, 
as I rode downstairs on the escalator. John Logan 

Domestic Bliss 

The kitchen is an a^ay of computers of every description. Some 
are for cooking, others for cleaning and there are even some for 
watering plants. Jeffrey Freeman. 

This Wcis great! Every appliance was run by microwave circuit. 

Scott Simmons. 

Kitchens are no longer in existence — as all food consists entirely 
of pills! Henry Adderley 


The sleek, yellow car was driven by solar panels. If you wanted 
to go fast or slow, you pressed a button that made the solar panels go 
up and down. A dial set into the steering wheel registered speeds from 
0 - 1,000 m.p.h. Richard Hammond 

It was an olive colour, with eight wheels and three guns in front. It 
was well worth 8,310 riptoles. There were 160 buttons on the control 
panel, and the car itself was made of a strange alloy that even my 
robot, Martha, couldn't break. James Young 

I pressed one of the buttons and the car started burrowing into 
the road. Then I pressed another and before I knew what had hap- 
pened the car was flying. John Logan 

School Life 

In the Headmaster's Office there is an automatic lie detec- 
tor. If a pupil gets in trouble and the Headmaster asks him a 
question, 'WACKO' an electronic arm comes out with a cane 
and whacks him if he lies. Pupils no longer have to walk any- 
where but just ride along on engine powered shoes. At lunch 
time, the pupils' lunch arrives on little conveyor belts. 

Matthew Butler. 

The Bank's Latest Bfachine 

The skulpkinker was a yellow object, shaped like a bulldozer with 
a computer panel on each side. It took Wilkemite rock from Mars, 
with a magnet, and tumed it into gold, silver or bank notes. At thous- 
ands of miles per hour, green rocks zoomed into the machine and out 
came two thousand dollar bills. Wonderful! 

JaUan Hl^lkinson. 

Plant Ufe 

The plant grew as 1 slept soundly, its huge leaves taking 
grasp of my football and swallowing it whole. A lump was seen 
crawling down its thick stem until it came to the dirt of my 
flowerpot where it became smaller until it was gone from sight. 
Suddenly, the massive creature grabbed my leg and I started to 
struggle, but to no avail. I reached out for a pair of scissors and 
managed to cut off one of its leaves. Then, a human hand 
emerged, followed by its head and last of all, the body. 
"Daddy!" I exclaimed. He explained how he had found a new 
formula and it had spilled onto the plant which then attacked 
him and swallowed him. The plant then slowly withered away. 

Bruce Lattyak. 

City life 

Cities are enclosed in giant plastic bubbles. All waste is 
shipped to Mars and left there. 

Jeffrey Freeman 

Oval shaped cars floated here and there in sea-like 
motion. Buildings were formed in spirals imitating giant fun 
houses. People stood on escalator side walks which carried 
them along the streets. Among the crowd you might see a tin- 
can man clanking his silver feet on the road as he walked. 

Billy Paterson 

The End? 

It is an eerie scene. Rocks lie undisturbed as the cool wind 
blows sand, making a haunting, hollow whistle. Here and there 
are craters made by meteorites from another world far, far 
away. Sometimes you can see a bedraggled bush or shrub. 
Other than this you are alone in the desolate desert, with only 
yourself for company. On the horizon, massive towers and 
domes reach thousands of feet into the sky. Civilisation 
maybe? As you come closer, you see that they are ruined. As 
you stare in awe at the city, your hopes of joining civilisation 
again are destroyed. You continue on in your never ending 
search for some form of life. This is the outcome of the nuclear 
world war in the year 2,000 A.D. Ben Jndah 

I found myself in a heap of metal and everything surround- 
ing me was as silent as the metal itself. The land was barren and 
great holes sank into the ground. Buildings of all shapes and 
sizes had been destroyed. There was no sound of any vehicles, 
people, or any creature — for that matter. A ghostly figure 
squatted on top of a hill with his arms outstretched. 1 climbed 
over the rocks and craters to this person. 

The robes he wore covered him from head to foot. 
Garments and gadgets were about his neck, wrists and belt. I 
asked him what had happened and his answer was astounding. 
"Our lives were run by machines. We were once happy but 
man's greed ruined those chances. Nuclear wars and new 
weapons ruined our chances of survival." Kevin Mayall 



The Hunt 

I crouched in my little hiding place, tense, ready for the 
pounce that would bring me a meal — the little kangaroo rat in 
front of me. I shifted a bit to put my foot against a rock, but the 
rat's keen ears picked up the slight sound. In a flash he was 
gone, bounding along at a very fast pace. I leaped and sprinted 
after him. I wasn't prepared to let an easy supper go like that! 

I ran swiftly after him, dashing over plains and leaping 
over rocks and boulders. Never had I met and chased such a 
cunning rat before. It knew exactly when to turn, and more 
than once left me chasing my own tail! On we sped, until I 
realised that he was beginning to tire. With tongue lolling and 
my breath coming in gasps, I put on an extra burst of speed, 
but he had reached his burrow ... and safety. 

By Adrian Fosinaz J7A 




The car was on top of me, crushing me. Only my 
head and neck showed. I painfully tried to lift the car, 
blood came from my wrist as my veins had popped 
and the skin had ripped open. It gushed out rapidly 
with flesh coming out with it. My clothes were torn and 
oily from the car. Panic inside me, my heart thumped 
harder than ever. The weight of the car was squeezing 
blood out of me. Little by little, I could feel the blood 
being drained out of my body. I went into a cold 
sweat; everything in my body went faster and faster, 
all the time I was pushing helplessly with all my might, 
for time was precious. 

I felt a sense of heat getting closer, and also 1 
could hear a crackling noise. I could only turn my head 
slightly and in the comer of my eye was a big red fire. 1 
could smell it burning the leaves. My face was scarred 
with scratches and blood marks with flesh dangling 
from my face. I was cut everywhere you can think of. 
There was a puddle of blood I was lying in. The fire got 
bigger and bigger and closer and closer. I felt gas drib- 
bling down my leg and any moment now the car was 
going to blow up, and there wasn't a bit of strength left 
in me. 

There was nobody for miles because I was 
supposed to go camping up in the mountain on this 
wet day when the accident occurred. No blood in me 
and no strength in me and there was nobody for miles. 
Death was coming! 

J. Ingham J7A 





There was little air left in my tank, the water pressure around me 
was getting unbearable. My face was turning pale and my mask was 
pressing on my face with an overwhelming force. 

The boulders were pressing inward and I felt my body being 
pressed inward as well, my head was spinning. 

What was going to happen next, was I to meet death like this? 
Was I going to live, was I going to survive this disaster? 

My mind was baffled and my head pained as the rocks slowly 
came in. 

It was getting very hot through my body although I was in the 
water. There was perspiration down my face. 

I suddenly found I was gulping down water as well as the 
remaining air. I was frightened, I was really frightened, my pulse was 
racing. My body was suddenly cold and I was still breathing fast and 
the water was coming in fast as well. Then, I suddenly remerribered 
that I had to breathe slowly and not get nervous, but I was more than 
nervous, I was frightened of death. 

The boulders and rocks began to sink my body. The pain and 
pressure dreadful, my mind was pxDunding and I felt my rib cage snap 
once, then twice. I screamed through my mask. 

I felt the pain and power of the boulders come in on me like ten 
bulldozers. Then I swallowed water, more and more water. 1 tried to 
breathe but I took in the water again. My tank had been ripped open, 
there was no more air to breathe. All I knew, all I felt, went away. My 
mind stopped working and everything went blank ... 

Matthew Clifford J7S 


I had just come from a New Year's Eve party. It was late 
about one o'clock in the morning. I was by myself everyone 
was asleep no sound to be heard. Suddenly there was a rustle 
in the bushes around a bend I had to pass before 1 got home. 1 
felt a tingle in my hair and down my back but 1 kept on going. 
When I got to the bend I looked in the bushes. My brother lay 
in the bushes his eyes were wide open and his hand flopped up 
and down limp and lifeless. 

I ran and ran with fright but when I got home there was 
only half a house the other half had completely vanished. I 
went inside what was left, it was pitch black. Suddenly I went 
sprawling over something on the ground in the living room. I 
landed on something soft and burnt. I ran into the kitchen 
which hadn't been harmed and took out a hurricane lamp. 

This I shone on the place where 1 tripped. There 1 saw two 
lifeless bodies. Half of my mother's body had been burnt right 
down to her feet. Her eyes were still open. Monty's body 
wasn't touched but his eyes were looking at me like the other 
two were. I was shaking all over I can't explain my fear. My 
mother was half burnt, Robin 1 found in the bushes half dead, 
Monty was half dazed and I was standing in half a house in 
pitch darkness. 

Their eyes were the most frightening though, 1 don't know 
what I'll do now. I rushed out of the house and forgot that I 
would fall off a wall into the driveway if I didn't stop myself, too 
late! Ah ... 

Kirkland HamiU J7S 



The Christmas Dinner 

For many, Christmas fun and parties never come. Neither 
do they have a delicious turkey dinner to eat. 1 am talking 
about the poorer than you or I. This story is about one poor 
boy named Jaque who never knew what a Christmas Dinner 
was like (in a rich or middle class p)erson"s house) but got to 
experience something much better than the best Christmas 
dinner or the best toy. 

Jaque lived in a very poor district. 

As he wandered home he gazed into all of the shop 
windows at toys and games. He went home slowly knowing 
that this year would be like all others, no presents, no good and 
hearty meal, just the normal. "Well, maybe next year wc will 
have a Christmas,"" from his mother. 

Next morning Jaque went out looking at children who had 
received presents from their parents. Jaque then went past a 
Church, and at first he took no notice: but then he decided to 
enter the Church. Inside there was a priest who was praying to 
himself. Jaque timidly went up and said, "Please sir, 1 would 
like to know what it is like to have a turkey dinner, er ... if that's 
not too much trouble. The priest looked up. "Young man 1 wiU 
tell you something that is much better than a turkey dinner. I 
will tell you a story.'" 

He then told the story of Christmas and how Jesus came 
to be bom in Bethlehem, the real meaning of Christmas was in 
this story (he thought as he wandered back home). After 
playing with his friends for a while he went out walking again. 
He heard a family having dinner of turkey and duck and 
although they had a nice meal which Jaque had wanted so 
much they didn't say grace or sing any carols, (to do with Jesus 
or his birth). He knew he had had the best gift of all. the best 
dinner, he knew the true meaning of Christmas. 

Andrew Clarke J7S 


Six-a-side Football Champions. 

A full programme of sports activity 
is a well established tradition in the 
Junior School and this year has been 
no exception. Inter School competi- 
tions have kept our selected teams 
busy while competition at the Inter 
House level has involved boys from 
each year. J4 and J5 boys were 
classed as Juniors while J6 and J7 
boys termed Seniors. 

Inter House activities included 
Floor Hockey, Cross Country, Football 
(both 6-a-side and 11-a-side), Basket- 
ball, Track and Field and Softball. 
These activities were keenly supported 
often with parents attending the lunch 
time sessions. 

On the Inter School scene we 
have been competitive in Swimming, 
6-a-side and 11-a-side Football, Cross 
Country, Track and Field and Cricket. 
Our most successful areas were 
Swimming and 6-a-side Football. 

In swimming, eight of the nine 
boys in the team collected medals for 
first, second or third places in their 
events. However, our best and most 
surprising success of the year was in 6- 
a-side Football where we narrowly 
qualified for the finals after edging out 
Dellwood, Mount St. Agnes and West 
Pembroke in the zone competition. At 
the finals our team responded to the 
occasion and came away as Bermuda 
champions after a series of games 
where they displayed excellent team- 
work and determination. 

Enthusiasm was evident in 11-a- 
side Football but our depth of talent 
was somewhat lacking and West 
Pembroke deservedly qualified for the 
semi-finals by winning the zone com- 

Cross Country running has a 
unique appeal and some of our boys 
competed regularly in the B.T.F.A. 
winter events on Saturdays. Their 
dedication paid off when our team 
entered the Sandys Rotary Road Race 
in Somerset and they were rewarded 
with the champion team trophy. 
Unfortunately, this success did not 
carry over to the Inter Schools Cross 
Country Race at Port Royal Golf 
course but their fourth place finish was 
quite respectable. 

In Track and Field our boys 
competed at the zone meet and 
qualified for the finals in six 
events. Despite some excellent 
efforts at the final meet we came 
away empty handed. 

A new venture at the Junior 
School is the return to Inter 
School Cricket and we hope to 
see this develop over the next 
few seasons as the basic skills are 

Throughout the year in 
sports at the Inter House and 
Inter School levels our boys have 
shown themselves to be good 
competitors and, most important, 
good sports. 

Snminary of Champion Teams 

Roor Hockey — 

Saltus (Sr.) 

Cross Country — 

Dan-ell (Sr.) 

6 a side Soccer — 

Saltus (Sr.) 

11-a-side Football - 


Basketball — 

Saltus (Sr.) 

Track and Field — 


Softball — 

In progress. 

Butterfield (Jr.) 
Watlington (Jr.) 
Watlington (Jr.) 

Butterfield (Jr.) 


The Gardening Club, who, with the Cavendish Gardeners, won first 
prize for the Best School Gardens, show off their trophies. 

The results of a Make-Up lesson in the Drama Club this year Tennis, under the tuition of coach Charlie Daulphine at 

Sherwood Manor, became a popular club this \;ear, for both 
Juniors (seen above) and Seniors. 

A Choice of Activity in the Art Club. 

A New Club this year: 

A new club this year was the First Aid Club, 
run by Dr. Racicot and Mr. Dunleavy. 
Some 15 boys have been awarded Junior 
Practical First Aid certificates. 

The Junior First Aid Club, with Dr. Racicet, on a visit to the 
dispensan^ at the U.S. Naual Air Station. 


The following boys were awarded the 
Junior Red Cross Certificate this year: — 

Grant Forbes 
Richard Hammond 
Ben Judah 
John Logan 
Andrew McPhee 
Brian Mello, 
Bruce Menzies 
Paul Moniz 
Jonathan Rego 
Andrew Stratford 
Ted Temple 
Christian Wheddon 
James Young 

This certificate is particularly valuable 
as it counts as one of the awards needed if 
the boys are later going to take the Duke of 
Edinburgh Awards Scheme. 

Infamous Quotes by 
Infamous Pupils . . 

* Albert joined the Army and his mother became a noun. 

* I know it's too big, sir, can't you smailerize it? 

* Rivers always flow to the Ans: Right 

* Bermuda has no rivers because . Ans: The trees are in 

the way. 

* Captain Cook navigated a sheep successfully through the 


* I was on patrol all alone in a boiling hot dessert. 

* Sir Christopher Wren was the mare of London. No, he was 

the King's baker. 

* Charles I escaped by hiding in an oak leaf. 

* An equilateral triangle is one with eight sides. 

* A rice paddy is a water bed. 

* Hydrophobia is when rabies is pasted on to hum.ans. 

* What kind of whales pass by Bermuda in the Spring'?' 

Ans: Hunchbacks. 

* The young of mammals are bom alive and slowly develop 

to adultery. 

* The disadvantage of all balloons is because they go up. 

* and from a parent: 

Dear Sir, Please excuse John from Football Club on 
Wednesday as he is entered in a dog show. 

'UP WITH PEOPLE'^visit us. 
May 1980 

The Easter Competition 

Left to Right: G. Foster, S. Shand, P. Drew, M. Butler, C. VJheddon, P. Hind, 
J. /ngham, M. G. Davis, K. Max^all, B. Lightboum 

In Front: C. Cooper, R. Marirea 

Winners of the 1980 Easter Compctitioii. 
Kites: Kevin Mayall, Michael G. Davis, Brian Lightboum. 

Decorated Easter Eggs: Scott Shand, Graham Foster, Peter Drew. 

Floral Arrangement: Christian Wheddon, Matthew Butler, Peter Hind, 

Charles Cooper 

Easter Cards: Jonathan Ingham, Gregory Cave, Robin Marirea. 

Judges this year were Mr. NEVILLE DIAS Kites 

Mrs. J. IV. CUTLER Floral Art 

Mrs. S. DEMPSTER Decorated Eggs and Easter Cards 

Prizes were distributed by Car)or] Wheatley, who, with Mrs. Wheatley, came to share this last 
seasonal tradition with us before returning to England. 

Again workshops had been held before the final competition. Mrs. Cutler and Mrs. P. Young held 
workshops in Floral Art. Mrs. H. Young organised an army of parents to help in her Kite-maldng work- 
shops. Work on eggs and Easter cards was supervised by staff 

This year we remembered to invite parents to view the finished creations before they became 
tangled and broken in the competition activities, and some hundred parents took time off work to 
admire the display. 

Andrew Griffiths as Chicago. 

The Cast: 


Richard Hammond 


Matthew Batler 


Alex Waldron 

Wise Men: 

Professor Balthazar 

Ian Mackie 

Professor Caspar 

Jason Jones 

Professor Melchior 

Andrew Clarke 



Mark Soares 


Christopher Edwards 


Ted Temple 



Gregory Lovell 


Keith Hodgkins 



Kirkland Hamill 


Wesley Harrison 


Andrew Scott 


Richard Davis 

The Angels: 


Ben Judah 


Julian Wilkinson 


Andrew Griffiths 


Patrick Dill 


Jamie Mnnro 


Andrew McPhee 



Dndley Thomas 


Graeme Hunter 


Kenneth Dallas 


James Young 


George Young 


Michael A. Davis 


Patrick Cooper 

Follow The Star 

It was a lot of hard work rernernbenng those lines and 
cues, but I still remember most of them . . . 

I'll never forget it, I asked Mr. Stones for a part, and he 
gave it to me! From then on I set my heart towards that 
production. 1 wanted it to be great. I wanted it to he wonderful, 
and to me it was. 

'Follow The Star' was a pop naUvity. We had Mary, 
Joseph and all the other usuals plus a few extras like Chief 
Angel Oily and three stooges, Jelly, Angy and Lx)fty. 

We had practices whenever we could, with the choir or on 
our own. Some of us had to have make-up try-outs, and some 
had to have extra rehearsals to learn how to dance. A lot of 
work was put in by children and staff and it showed up in the 

It was December 6th, the big day. That was when we put 
on the matinee for the school and Prep 3, It was going to be the 
only day we'd have, before the actual performances, that we 
would have the choir, musicians, actors and all the technical 
helpers together. The first half was alright, we didn t speak loud 
enough and Gabby (Julian Wilkinson) did some flub-ups. Angy 
(Patrick Dill) had problems with his allergy, and we did too 
much talking back stage. So in the last bit we bucked up our 
ideas and straightened out. 

The show ended with a lot of applause and a lot of excited 

The big night was only one day away . . . Every boy was 
rehearsing lines and cues for the big show. We all arrived at 
6.30, played a few games, watched TV and then got ready. 

A few people pointed at us as we were crossing the 
quadrangle but we were too nervous to notice. The air seemed 
full of tense excitement. We got into our positions on stage. 
The opening number was played and the curtains were drawn 
back. . . 

James Mnnro 

Choir of Angelic (?) Voices Boys of J6 and J7 

Tootin' the Flute Toni Davis 

Pluckin' the Strings Rod Meredith 

Hittin' the Drums Michael Bishop 

Plonkin' the Keys Marjoric Pettit 

Without whom . . . 


Crackin' the Whip Ron Stones 

Makin' the Music Marjoric Pettit 

and, lurkin' in the wings 

Holdin' the Ladder Mark Beasley 

and Peter Lever 

Knockin' the Nails John McEwan 

Cakin' the Faces Kay Walker 

and Diana Cox 

Flickin' the Fuses Myra Armstrong 

Tackin' the Togas Kay Latter 

Fixin' the Footsteps Eileen Wilkic 

Countin" the Cash Lilian Williams 

Fillin' and Fetchin" Joyce Zuill 

Our grateful thanks to all parents and friends who have given time 
and material to help the production, especially Dave Roberts. Andrew 

Cooper & B.M.D.S. 



It was with real regret that the Junior School said goodbye, in April, to Canon 

Ever since 1972, when, as the new minister of St. John's Church, he enthusiastically 
agreed with the idea of regular contact between Church and School, he came himself, 
weekly, to teach the J7 classes. 

He came to know, personally, eight generations of 11 -year-olds. More important, 
eight generations of 11 -year-olds benefitted from their weekly contact with him. 

Despite his inevitably busy schedule, he and Mrs. Wheatley supported all of our 
functions and concerts, bearing with commendable fortitude, our swinging, jazzed-up 
rendering of many religious themes. 

Besides coming to the School, they also invited us to use the church, where, so often. 
Canon Wheatley hosted our musiccd. concerts for charity. 

While we are sad to lose his quiet support and spiritual strength, we wish him and Mrs. 
Wheatley a well-earned, full and happy retirement. 




Once again, in tiie Junior School, we have to bid farewell to two teachers of esteem and long- 

Ron Stones, after six years in Saltus, five as deputy head and willing factotum of the Junior 
Department, will be taking up his own headship in the Sir James Henderson School in Milan, Italy. 

John McEwan has already left us once, fortunately to return again. This time, however, it seems 
he is resigning permanently, to go into his family business in England. 

We wish both gentlemen every happiness and success in their new careers. 


Newcomers to be welcomed into the Junior Department are two Scotsmen:- 

For J7: Mr. George Sutherland: Trained at the Aberdeen 
College of Education, Mr. Sutherland was, in his last job, an Assistant 
Head Teacher at Banchory Primary School in Kincardineshire. Beside 
his classroom and administrative duties, Mr. Sutherland is also inter- 
ested in games, swimming and lifesaving, cycling, badminton, 
shooting and fishing. 

For J6: Mr. Stewart Adams: is married, and holds a degree from 
Edinburgh University, with a post graduate certificate from the Moray House 
College of Education. His last post was at the Daniel Stewart and Melville 
College in Edinburgh. Mr. Stewart's extra-curricular interests include music 
(guitar and piano), sports and drama. 

We hope both of these gentlemen will be happy at Saltus. 


of the 
Junior Members 

of the 
Committee of 25 

Committee of 25 Prizewinners 

Front row left to right: Andrew Clarke, Mark Nash, 
Jeremy^ Whittle 
Back Row: Brian Perry, Ben Judah, Stephen CuUimore. 


Prizewinners in the Diary Competition 


Andrew Clarke 


Ben Judah 


Mark Nash 


Brian Perry 


Stephen CuUimore 

OveraU winner, JEREMY WHITTLE of J5, sold a 
record total of 238 diaries. 

This year the money was used to assist a 17-year-old 
Bermudian, Clyde Stovell, who became a quadraplegic 
after suffering severe injuries in a cycle accident. Part of 
the money was used to purchase a new wheelchair for 
Clyde and the rest helped to pay his medical bills from 
the Toronto hospital where he received special training in 
rehabilitation. Clyde and his family greatly appreciated 
all the boys' help. 

Christmas Activities 

The combined efforts of Senior and Junior School pupils 
resulted in a record breaking year of fund raising by the 
Junior Arm of the Committee of 25 for Handicapped 
Children. At Christmas, a cheque for $3,400, profits from 
the sale of Bermuda Diaries, was presented to Don 
Evans, Chairman of the Committee of 25, by the Head- 
master, Mr. Keith McPhee, on behalf of the boys. 

Summer Concert at St. John's Church 

Many Junior School pupils participated in the concert 
given at St. John's Church on Sunday, June 22nd. Once 
again, it was a well attended and successful event. The 
generous donations of the congregation amounted to 
$651 and helped to swell the funds of the Committee of 

Saltus Association Committee Members 1980 

The Saltus Association 

It is a particular pleasure for me to have this opportunity of 
expressing my gratitude to the Saltus Association, even 
although one short article is all too inadequate to cover all that 
they do for us. Commencing with a pre-school Cocktail Party 
for the staff in early September, the committee worked busily 
throughout the year, not only raising large sums of money for 
the school, but also providing us all with much entertainment 
on the way. 

The Association Staff party, which was my first formal 
Saltus event, was a great success. Rumours of staff members 
being thrown in the pool at the end of a rather boisterous 
evening are entirely erroneous and, no, I don't know why Mr. 
Palmer's clothes have shrunk! Our thanks go to Mr. & Mrs. 
Spurling for hosting this event. 

Under the enthusiastic and forceful leadership of Mr. John 
Edwards, the President, association events followed fast and 
furiously, all of them well organised, all profitable, all involving 
a few association stalwarts in a very great deal of hard work, 
and all of them great fun. 

In addition to major events such as the Hallowe'en Fair in 
October, the Old Boys Christmas Party, the Annual General 
Meeting followed by a Wine and Cheese Party in January, the 
Pot Luck Supper in March, the Founder's Day Reception and 
Barbeque in June, there was a film show, organised by Mrs. 
Young, and such crowd pullers as weekend painting parties 
(not the Rembrandt sort — more the "You're splashing me 
again" sort). Very special thanks go to all who participated. 

The Saltus Shop, ably managed by Mrs. Diana Peers 
("Will those blazer badges never come") continued to clothe 
our students throughout the year and a new event was added 
to the calendar — a Golf Tournament in honour of Steve's one 
hundred terms at Saltus (whose Steve??) with two trophies to 
be competed for annually. Our thanks to Mr. Mocklow for a 
fine idea. 

Class mothers made and sold numerous hot dogs and 
sandwiches, and with the proceeds furnished the Junior 
Department classrooms with fans ("stop those fans — they're 
cooling down the hot dogs") and throughout the year a 
veritable blizzard of raffle tickets whirled about our parents, Old 
Boys, friends and anyone else unlucky enough to be in range. 
To their credit, no one flinched (if they did, we couldn't see 
them because of the raffle tickets!). Our thanks also go to the 
donors of all those fine prizes. 

On behalf of all at Saltus I would like to thank John 
Edwards, Dorothy Broadhurst his secretary, John Patterson his 
treasurer, and all the committee mentioned below for their tire- 
less devotion to our cause. Not only have they been presenting 
the school each year with a cheque for $10,000 and giving us 
much needed equipment such as a duplicating machine and 
slide projector, but they have also exemplified all that is best in 
our Saltus family — a true caring concern for our young 
people, a keen awareness of the virtues of private education 
and a determination to do all that they can to assist us achieve 
our goals. They are all fine people and we are lucky indeed to 
have them. 

Several of the Saltus Association Committee 

Members, for 1980 
(Back) Mrs. C. DeSilua. Mr. E. Lightboume. 
Mrs. D. Broadhurst, Mrs. T. Drew 
(Front) Mrs. D. Peers, Mrs. L. Young. 
Mr. J. Edwards, Mrs. M. Stanton, Mrs. C. Ferris 


President: John Edwards. Esq., 

Vice President: Neville Cave, Esq.. 

Secretan^: Mrs. Dorothy Broadhurst. 

Treasurer: John Patterson. Esq., 

Committee: Mrs. Myron Bean. Mrs. Terry Drew, 
Mrs. Carol de Silva 
Mrs. Christine Ferris, 
Mrs. Diana Peers. 
Mrs. Marjorie Stanton, 
Mrs. Linda Young. 
Messrs. Keith Fisher, 
Millard Lightboume, 
James Mackay. Willard Raynor. 

The Headmaster 


Usualli; quite a stable group with both feet on the ground. 

Preparatory School Staff 

Mrs. M. Hopkins — Head of Department 

Left to Right: Mr. R. Meredith., B.A. 
Mrs. S. Bacon. 
Miss E. Riches 
Mrs. M. Hopkins. 
Miss W. Thompson. 
Mrs. E. Hyland. 
Mrs. K. Walker. 
Mrs. Jennings (Matron) 
Mrs. P. Sampson. 

But sometimes the children drive us up the wall. 

Looking Back 

The Third Year Concert '79 — The Brave Little Tailor 

Words and music: Mrs. Bacon. 
Cast: Members of the third year choir. 
Properties: Mrs. Sampson 

The Brave Little Tailor wins his princess. 

The Brave Little Tailor makes his boast. 

The highlight of the Third Year Concert was a sparkling performance of "The Brave Little Tailor" by the Third Year 
choir. The moving spirit behind all this was Mrs. Bacon, who not only wrote the words and the music, but also 
produced and directed the choir as well. 

Mrs. Sampson 


Viking Stories by IS — 5-6 years. 

(The children's own phonic spelling has been left in.) 

The vikings sailed in longships. Vikings were good salors they 
lookt at the water and nuw where they were going 

Valvanus Willson 

The vikings were good farmrs and they were good fathers and 
they yousd smol boats to hunt whales to mack candles to mack 
the lit and the lit is for wen it is dark. 

Howard Abemethy 

The vikings stayd home to farm then they worked on the farm 

Brenton Tucker 

The vikings were good fighters they attacked plasis like Londin 
and they were good farmrs and they were good fathers they 
luct aftr famles for part of the yire and for part of the yire they 
attacked plasis Justin Freisenbruch 

The vikings sailed in their longships and attacked vilgis and 
they stol treasure and they went home Peter Rans 

A Viking Ship by BRENTON TUCKER 

s Is 

The vikings did not mack boats with plastic like us thay mayd 
ther boats with wud and gluw and ther boats were calld long- 
ships. Rupert Henagulph 

The vikings went to get whales for candles and they farmd arod 
the houses and they grod carrots for the wives. 

Terence Corday 

The vikings sailed in longships. The vikings stol sum treasure 
frum the houses and they were good fighters 

Jeffarey Shaw 

The vikings hunted whales and they were good farmurs and 
they wurkd hard and they lookt aftr ther famlis 

Jason Cook 

Animals at the Agricultural show 

Impressions of this year's Agricultural Show by 
Class IS — 5-6 years 

(The children's own phonic spelling has been left in.) 

I saw the agricultural show and I saw the pigs and 1 saw the 
horses jump. Michael Hassell 

I went to the agricultural show and I saw pigs and I saw sum 
horses jump then I went to the coton candee. 

Simon Boden 

I saw the dog show and he jumpt ova the tiya frow the wido 
and he went frow the tunel. Terence Corday 

I went to the agricultural show with Josh and Josh wantd to see 
the pigs. Simone Maranzana 

I went to the agricultural show and my friend was driving wun 
of the flots and I saw sum pigs. Rupert Henagulph 

A Rider at the Agricultural Show by MARK ADAMS, Aged 6. 

A Horse at the Agricultural Show by MICHAEL HASSELL. 
Aged 6. 

I went to the agricultural show and saw the floats and the 
guinea pigs and my mummy put her school guinea pig in and it 
came 1st prize Howard Abemethy 

I i 

Vikings by 

Mrs. Bacon's lb 


A Humpback Whale leaping out of the sea 



a Sperm Whale. 

saw a sperm whale eating a giant squid, 
aftr the sperm whale had his brefixt he 
met sum frens and he played with them, 
he went home. 

John Harvey (5) 

I saw a sperm whale spouting wen he woz 
jumping and a killer whale and a beluga 
and big whaling boat were there. 

Andre Raine (5) 

Went off egg rolling! 

Sperm whales eat giant squid. Giant 
squids are red. 

Mark Guishard (5) 

Killer whales like seals and dolphins and 
giant squid They go arad in packs. 

Robert Bray (6) 

I saw a whale, it was spouting and then 
he went down to eat squid and on the 
way he met some trends and his trend 
had a baby and the baby was swit. 

Barton Sommerville (5) 

JOHN HARVEY Sewed a Sperm Whale. 


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The Lunar Module lands on the Moon 

'Going to the Moon" by SIMON LEIGHTON, Aged 6. 


A few days a go I went to the moon and it wus fun on the 
moon, ther wus no gravity up in spas. 

Jay Rewalt (5) 

I went to the moon and I went on a moonbuge to the spas- 
stashn and I faond some metol and I mad a rowbot and I faond 
some nis rox and I toe them home. 

Simon Leighton (6) 

I went on the moon with a astronaut and we jumpt back in the 
rokit we went bak to erth 

Jonathan Bell (5) 

I went to the moon and I wus jumping with my Daddy and 
Britty and Mummy and my dog. 

Tripp West (5) 

I was going to the moon with my daddy and I liket it up there, it 
was fun 1 saw the cratrs and I went on a rockit. 

Christian Luntzer (6) 

The "egg-sperts" at work! 

"The Rocket Blasts Off ' 
by KEVIN MORRIS, Aged 6. 

Mrs. Hyland's 2h 

My Mother by MIChlAEL BATISTA, Aged 6. 

One night I was asleep. I woke up suddenly, got out of 
bed and went to the window. I saw rocks falling The 
rocks were heading for my house. I ran to my mother 
and father. We ran out of the house. We hid in the 
bushes. We watched the rocks. Later we escaped in 
our car. Then we bought a new house. 

Richard Todd Aged 6 2H 

One day I went diving. I saw a sunken ship. There was 
treasure on board. Then I saw Jaws. I took out my 
knife and stabbed him. He tried to bite me but I killed 
him. Then I took the treasure up to the surface. My 
boat had gone. I had to swim home. 

Marcos Kermode Aged 7 2H 

One day I was on a ship. There was a storm. Big 
waves crashed on the ship and one big wave swept me 
overboard. I sank to the bottom I saw a ship-wrecked 
boat. There was treasure on it. I got the treasure and 
took it to America. 

Christopher Harkness Aged 6 2H 

I was a hunter. I went up the lane. I went past trees. 
Two Indians jumped out and pounced on me. They 
caught me and took me to their Indian village. We ate 
birds and deer meat. I said to them be my friend. They 
agreed. Then they let me go. 

Spencer Moss Aged 7 2H 

I was six years old. My father had died. I had a mother 
and her name was Carol. My name was F?ichard. One 
day we heard something which went rat-a-tat-tat I 
opened the door, There was a man there. He said may 
I come in. I want beer and eggs. He wamed us to be 
careful of footsteps. One day we heard footsteps. 
Pirates rushed in through the door. They rushed 
upstairs. The pirates stole all our treasure. But I 
worked hard and made a lot of money for my mother 
and we lived happily. 

Stevan Ashton Aged 6 2H 

The Loch Ness Monster by 
NIGEL PULL, Aged 6. 

"The Friendli/ Policeman" by LYLE DOUGLAS, Aged 7. 

One day me and my father went deep sea diving. We found a 

i sunken ship. We climbed to the top of the ship. When we got to 

j the top we found a chest. In the chest was some gold. We took 

I it up to the surface. We got back to shore. We put it into our car 

I and took it to the museum. We gave it to the man. He told us 

I that he had been looking for this treasure. He put it in a glass 

I case. We looked around then we went home. 

Robert Dickinson Aged 6 2H 

One day 1 was on a deserted island. 1 had no food to eat. 1 was 
starved. The next day I saw a wild bull. 1 killed and ate it. 1 saw 
a goat. I killed it. I ate the meat and with the skin I made myself 
a coat to keep me warm. I cut down a tree. 1 made a boat and 
sailed home. My mummy was glad to see me back. 

Christian Dunleavy Aged 6 2H 

I was on a deserted island for my holidays. One night when 1 
was asleep, a loud noise woke me. 1 looked outside my tent 
One of the island's volcanos had erupted. Hot lava was pour- 
ing down the hilkide. 1 was lucky because I had a very strong 
boat. 1 got away safely. 

Bficliael Batista Aged 6 2H 

One day I went out in my boat. 1 was far out at sea when 
suddenly a big storm came. I bumped against the reefs. 1 put on 
my diving suit. 1 got my knife and dived deep under the sea. I 
killed a sperm whale. Then 1 swam safely to shore. 

Gary Ward Aged 6 2H 

I was in bed. I heard a rumbling noise and a bang. I thought it 
was a volcano. It was, 1 knew men were camping nearby. I 
thought the lava would cover the tents. 1 ran to them and said 
get in your trucks and go home fast. Then you will be safe. 

RosseU Williams Aged 6 2H 

Right: "My Father" by MICHAEL DAVIDSON, Aged 6. 



"Peter and the Wolf 

the wolf swallowed the duck and Peter saw it happening behid the wall and Peter got a 
rope and tmd it in to a lasso and a brach hung over the wall and Peter climd the brach 
and he talld the bird to fly around the tree and Peter got the wolf. 

Jeremy Wright (6) 

The bird wuz in The tree and Then The cat jumped in it and Peter sed look out and 
The bird jump)€d up The top uv The tree and Then Peters grsnd father came and he 
said Peter The woof wood cum out uv The woods and The woof Wood kill yoy and 
and Then his grand father went back in The haouse and Peter went behind The gate 
and Then The woof came and The cat jumped hiyr and Peter went to fech a shchon 
(strongo) rop and he climd The tree and he said to The bird and Peter tlod The bird 
wut to doow and The bird went a round and Then The woof got cot. 

Jason Moniz (7) 

Original stories 

I had some powder of life. I sprinkled sum of it on my toys 
Paddington walked too me my daddy said go into the 
woods and get a bird so we went into the woods, we walked 
and walked until we war out of breath, we war lost on the 
woods, suddenly sum men came, they had sum swords, 
batman crashed into one uv them. Steve Austin tripped, 
they trid to get us we jumped into the water we swam home 

William Young 

I sprinkled my powder if life on my play bear and it sat and it 
looked in my closit and it went in the bag. and it fawd a 
banana and it at it. 

Aaron Oliphant 

I had some powder of life 1 made my teddy bear come to life 
one day we went out of the house we got lost, in a jungle, 
there were metel apes all aroud us my teddy bear scrached 
them and bit them and went home. 

Jonathan Young 

Pattern by JONATHAN YOUNG, Aged 7 years, one month. 

Miss Thompson's 3t 

An Adventure Story 

One day when my father was reading the National 
Geographic he read about a swamp that held ten million 
dollars worth of gold and treasure but we did not have enough 
money to go there. Two years later when my father had 
changed jobs he read the same National Geographic and he 
read about the gold and treasure. This time we had enough 
money. So we got our tickets and went. Three safari men came 
too. They were armed but the danger was yet to come. My 
father did not read about the treasure guard that was a giant 
crocodile which could eat us all in one gulp. Then we heard a 
cry of terror as one of the men got eaten by the crocodile. The 
next time he came a brave diver went down and shot him and 
he floated off. Then we made a map of the swamp. Then 
something seemed to be pulling us towards a spin of water. It 
was a whirlp>ool. I would not dare to jump over so I stayed in 
the boat. I held my breath. Suddenly I saw something. It was 
land. We saw some people. They were cavemen. We made 
friends with them. Then we tried the radio but we were too far 
away from land. We dug an underground tunnel and then we 
found some gold and diamonds. I had an idea. So we made a 
giant sun shield which made a heat ray from the sun and we 
burnt our way out. 

Anthony Montarsolo 3T 

"Mickey Mouse" by MARK BOOTH, Aged 7 

The Clown at the Circus 

'A Clown" by JASON SEMOS, Aged 7 

One day I went to a circus and I saw a clown. He was play- 
ing with a play gun and it had play bullets. Then I said, "why 
did you do that. He said, "because I am a clown thats why I did 
it". Then I saw the clown's bike. It had lots of balloons on it 
Then he gave me a balloon and he gave everybody a balloon 
too. Then I went home. 

Ian Bridges 3T 

An Adventure Story 

Once upon a time I was running away. I saw something 
shaking in the bushes. I went on. Then suddenly some men 
grabbed me. In a little while we were at their hut. They tied me 
up in a chair. While they were asleep I got out of the rope. Then 
I ran out of the hut and I ran until I came to a town. Then I saw 
a telephone. Then I telephoned the police. Then I showed the 
police where they lived and the police took them to jail. Then I 
went back home. 

Monty Hamill 3T 

An Adventure Story 

One day I went sailing and I saw a storm coming. A wave 
pushed my sailing boat on an Island. I put up my tent and in 
the morning I went to the forest with my gun. I shot one rabbit 
and two ducks. One day a grizzly bear chased me and 1 ran 
down to the river. I swam to the other side and went to the tent. 
I got wood, made a boat and went fishing. Sharks came and I 
shot two and got away. Then I made a tree house and saw 
ships going by. One day I found treasure and went home. 

Mark Wheddon 31 

My Pet Dinosaur and I 

One day I was walking in a forest. There were lots of trees 
and bushes and also lots of vines. When I was walking through 
a bush I heard a loud roar. I went to see what it was. Then 
suddenly I came to a clearing of grass and in the middle of the 
grass stood a brontosaurus. I began to run away because it 
might catch me. Then suddenly I felt myself come off the 
ground. Then I looked back and I saw that the brontosaurus 
had caught me by my pants. When I got to brontosauruses 
home I saw four babies. I was just about to be fed to the babies 
then suddenly I remembered my sandwiches. I fed them. Soon 
after they became my friends. 

Justin Cressall 3T 

"A Vehicle" by STEVEN SPENCER ARSCOTT, Aged 7 

The Volcano 

When I was in Hawaii there was a volcano. Big rocks of 
fire were rolling all over the place. Ashes were all over the 
place. The volcano was moving into the sea. Ships sank and 
five thousand people and animals got killed. People have been 
studying volcanos for a long time and trying to see what makes 
this havoc. 

Christopher Garrod 3T 

'A Vehicle" by ANDREW SCAIFE, Aged 7 

Skeleton Island 

One day I went sailing by myself. I 
saw a tidal wave heading right for me. I 
tried to get out of its path but 1 was too late. 
It picked me up and shipwrecked me on 
some strange island. 1 looked around and 
saw a sign that read 'Skeleton Island'. 
There was a skeleton to prove the name of 
the island. I decided to explore the island 
very well. While 1 was doing so 1 dis- 
covered a cove with a boat on the sand. I 
took the boat and sped away. 1 was nearly 
at my house when 1 found there was a 
pirate in the boat. I pushed him overboard 
and kept going. When 1 got home I told 
about my adventure to my parents. 

Sean Moran 3T 

"A Genie" by JASON OUTERBRIDGE, Aged 7. 

Mr. Meredith's 3m 

'The Hobbit" by NEIL ALEONG. 

The Hobbit 

I enjoyed the part of battle of five Armies with Dain of the 
Iron hills lake Town and goblins bodyguard of Bolg and 
Beom but Bilbo was not in the battle he put on his 
invisible ring he and the eagles were in the battle too but 
Beom is a bear and a man but their were bats and the 
goblins rided wargs it was a terrible battle but Bilbo was 
hit By a rock and went to sleep when he woke up the 
battle was over Gandalf was hurt so was Bilbo hurt too 
but Thorin was dieing so they buried Thorin at the heart 
of the Mountains with the Arkenstone Bilbo and Gandalf 
went home but Bilbo fond his house being sold they 
thought he was dead so Bilbo had to buy ever thing back 
Gandalf laughed, one day door bell Gandalf and Balin 
came for some tea Bilbo Gandalf and Balin talk about the 


The Hobbit 

I enjoyed the part when the goblins caught the hobbit and the 
dwarves and took them to the King goblin and then Gandalf 
came and put out all the lights and said come with me and then 
will they where running bilbo fell asleep and bumped his head 
on a rock and when he woke up he found a maigic ring and he 
put it in his pocket and went on while he was walking he fell 
into a stream where a little creature called Gollum the best 
thing that he liked the most to eat was Goblins especially there 
blood and when he saw bilbo he aksed him to play a game of 
riddles and Gollum said to bilbo if I win I will eat you up and if 
you win I will show you the way out and bilbo won but Gollum 
wanted to eat him up and Gollum went home again. 


"Pattern" by MYLES ORCHARD, Aged 6. 

The Mountain 

One day I went mountain climbing with my 
friends and we were going to spend the 
night. The next morning we got out of our 
sleeping bags and after we had got drest 
and ate our breakfast we went out to climb 
a high mountain. When we were half way 
up one of my frends fell flat on his back 
and he had to go to the hospital. 



I was passing by a spooky old house, and 
heard strange music playing. So I decided 
to go and see so I crept through the bushes 
and when I got to the end of the bushes I 
found there was a steel wall. So I looked 
for a ladder and soon I found a ladder and 
climbed up to see what was on the other 
side of the wall then I stoped in amazment 
because I saw goblins and mummys and 
snakes and vampires and frankenstine 
suddenly saw me and jumped up to grab 
me but I jumped up onto the roof then I 
saw that I was surrounded then two gaurds 
came at me so I jumped up and they 
bumped heads. 



One day I found that 1 was invisible so I 
thought I should gaurd the bank incase 
there were any robberies so I waited intell a 
person came to the bank so I looked at him 
carefull incase he had a gun but he didnt 
have a gun so he wasnt a robber. But it 
wasnt long before a whole crowd of people 
came but nun of them were robbers then 
suddenly a man was tip toeing towards the 
bank then I slipped and the robber heard 
me so he ran but he fell into one of my 
traps so I called the police and they took 
him to jail. But his friend was there so they 
blew it up then they poped it and police 
came to see what it was. When they ran 
out they fell into one of my traps again so I 
was rewarded. The End. 

"Pattern" by SIMOI^ BIGGS, Aged 7 

Our Singing Visitors 

Some folk singers from Scotland came to our school today and the songs 1 

liked best were I like to eat and Little bunny Foo-Foo and 1 really enjoyed it 

very much the best part was when Little bunny Foo-Foo scooped up the feild 

Mice and boped em on the head 


This morning people from Scotland came to Saltus cavendish there names 
were Iain Cilia and Artie one Song was complicated but ten green bottles was 
easy one song siad a man called Aken drum his hair was maid from Spaghetti 
his legs were maid of sausages and his hat was made of tomatoes. 1 liked Ten 
green bottels hangin on the wall. 


NICHOLAS LEACH 3M "Plai>ing Football" by RUSSELL GAGUO "Keady for School" IAN BRIDGES. Class 3T. 



"There's a star in the East over Bethlehem town." 

Our Christmas Service 

Last Christmas we had a play and the other classes did a play 
about Christmas. IS thought about Santa Claus. IB thought about 
the Christmas Star. 2H thought about The Christmas Story. 2R 
thought about The Christmas tree. 3M thought about Christmas 
lights. 3T thought about candles. The part I liked best was all of 
them. A bit later on we went to school. 

Sebastian Henagulph 3T 

We Three Kings! 

Last year we had a Christmas service. 
I liked IS's play when Santa Claus got 
stuck in the chimney. I saw my mother and 
my grandma and they saw me. I suppose 
the other people liked the play too. I know 
the teachers liked the play, if it wasn't for 
the teachers there wouldn't be a play. 

John Richmond 3T 

"When Santa got stuck up the chimnei/." 

Our Christmas Service 

I liked IS play. I liked when he said you boys and girls 
wont get any toys if you dont help me out. I also liked 2R 
play when they sang that song and decorated the tree. 1 also 
liked IB play because it celebrated the birth of Jesus. 1 also 
liked 3M play because it taught me a lot. about Christmas 
lights. I also liked 3T play because it taught us about 

Steven Spencer-Arscott 3T 

2H performed a Natiuiti;. 

3M's theme was 'Lights". 

The Reverend Nisbett. 
supportive as ever. 

Our Christmas Service 

At our Christmas play we did about candles. Sean 
Moran wrote a story about how they made candles and 3M 
did about lights and how you make them. 2H did the 
Nativity the best part was when they sang their song. 2R did 
about Christmas trees. I liked the boy who played the 
Christmas tree IS did the Santa Claus play. IB did a play 
about stars. 

Patrick Dobbs 3T 

37 Heady to Recite. 

IS and IB 
Visit the 

The Children pose with Mr. Little. 

I went to the Maritime Museum and I saw a canon ball and I saw a ship. 

PETER RANS. 5 yrs. 8mths. 

I went to the Maritime Museum and I saw the tepuritur things and I saw the 

SIMONE MARANZANA. 6 yrs. 4 mths. 

I went to the Maritime Museum and I saw a mashen that shos you where the 
ships were reed. 

VALVANUS WILLSON. 6yrs. 6mths. 

We went to the Maritime Museum and we saw sayl boats and bolits and I 
went to the treshr house and saw lots of treshr and then we came back to 
school and on the way back we had a speling game. 

HOWARD ABERNETHY. 6yrs. 3mths. 

I went to the Maritime Museum and I saw the boat and I saw the ship and I 
saw the harpon guns and I saw the treasure. 

JEFFREY SHAW. 5yrs. llmths. 

King Neptune and friends. 

Lining up for milk. 

The Parents. 

The Teachers. 

I went to the Maritime Museum and I saw wen they put the boat over bord. 

DAVID de COSTA. 6yrs. 4mths 

I went to the Maritime Museum on Friday and I saw the Harpoon and I fired it 
and by mistake I kild a whale. 


I went to the Maritime Museum and i saw the big boai it went to tne root. 

RICHARD YATES. 6yrs. Imth. 

I saw big bullets with a mother and a harpon gun from the odin days and big 
ships and it was fun. We saw treasure and I like the gold best. 

TRIPP WEST. 6yrs. 

I went to the Maritime Museum and I saw the harpoon gun and then I went 
outsiyd and had a pinick with my mummy and ther^ we went back to schpol- 


I went to the Maritime Museum on Friday and I saw the cannon and I saw 
sum bullets and I saw a big boat SIMON THOMAS. 6yrs. 3mths. 

I went to the Maritime Museum and I saw a big propela and I saw Dug Litow. 

MICHAEL HARRIS. 5yrs. 9mths. 

I went to the Maritime Museum. I saw the sownds and I saw King 
Nepchun to and I saw the boats. I saw the modul boat and I saw the 
boat go into the wota and I saw the canins. 

JASON COOK 5 yrs. 8 mths. 

I went to the Maritime Museum and I saw the man with the woden leg, 


I went to the Maritime Museum and I saw the min sweepa. 

DWAYNE ASTWOOD. 6 yrs. Smths. 

We went to the Maritime Museum and we saw King Neptune and my 
mummy tuc a piccho of us and then we had lunsh and we played and 
we went bac to school and then we went home. 

JUSTIN FREISENBRUCH. 5 yrs. 11 mths. 

I went to the Maritime Museum and I saw where they mad a modi of the 
Maritime Museum and they shod us where they lonchd the boats. 

RUPERT HENAGULPH. 5yrs. lOmths. 

IS and the Mine Sweeper. 

The Entire Group watching the boat launching. 

The End of a lovc.^ j 


Our Singing Visitors by Justin CressaU, Form 3T. 

Tuesday 23 October 

this morning Iain Cilia and Artie sing some song on a banjo and 
guitr like Little Bunny Foo-Foo and y-o-u and Iain played the 
bagpipes and some Children played the bagpipes. 

Neil Aleong 

Ten Green Bottles. 

Today three people came to shcoll and played seven songs and 
the one i bkeed best is ten Green Bottles because at the end 
they played a very funey bit and at the first bit oof the funey 
part they sang ten stiks off Dineimite siting on the wall and at 
the end of the funey bit they said and if one stik of Dineimite 
shod axeidentliy fall they'll be no stiks off Dineimite siting on 

"^"^ Jonathan Hunter 

This moming three folk singers came from Scotland and they 
came to our school. There Names were Iain Cilia and Artie. Iain 
played a mini bagpipe and a banjo. Cilia can play a guitar but 
today she just sang for us. Artie played a guitar for us. I will 
write the songs for you. The first one was Ten Green Bottles. 
This is how the song is sang. Ten green bottles standing on the 
wall Ten green bottles standing on the wall and if one green 
bottle shoud accidentally fall there'! be nine green bottles 
standing on the wall. That is the first half of it and you go on to 
8765432 1 and then you are finished the song. 

Aidan Stones 

There were three visitors that sang to us at our school. They 
sang ten bottles on the wall and the man in the moon and they 
sang apples and bananas. And even the teachers watched it. 
Why shouldn't they. And one man had a banjo and the other 
man had a guitar. 

Monty Hamill 3T 

One day some people came to our school they sang some 
songs and one man played a bag pipe and they sang little 
bunny Fufu Fufu and ten sticks of dynamite and also Aiken 
Drum and an old man crossing the road and I laughed and had 

Christopher Garrod 3T 

Yesterday some people came to sing with us. The first song was 
ten bottles on a wall and the last one was Aiken drum. One of 
the men had a banjo and the other had a guitar. And another 
song was little bunny Fufu. I liked it very much. The teachers 
liked it too. Some boys had a go of bag pipes. We got to sing 
with them. And Reverend Nisbett watched too. 

Mark Booth 3T 

On Tuesday a group of two men and a woman came to sing for 
us. They sang all sorts of songs, like Aiken Drum, ten green 
bottles hanging on a wall, little bunny Fufu, and push the 
damper in and pull the damper out. One man had a banjo and 
the other man had a guitar, and the woman just sang with us. I 
enjoyed every bit of it, and I sang along with them. These are 
their names. Cilia Fisher, Artie Trezise and Ian Mackintosh. 
Some mothers came, and Reverend Nisbett was there too. 
One of the men played his bagpipes, and I thought it was a real 
treat for them to come. 

Sean Moran 3T 

On Tuesday some visitors came to our school. They sang lots 
of songs to the school. Their names were Ian Mackintosh and 
Cilia Fisher and Artie Trezise. I liked little bunny fufu hopping 
through the woods scooping up the field mice and bopping 
them on the head. 

Ian Bridges 3T 

One day the singing visitors played us the guitar and the pipes 
and after that they sang Aiken Drum and 10 green bottles and 
after we gave them a clap and we went back to our class room. 

Jeffrey Ferris 3T 

Our Singing Visitors by Mark Booth, Form 3T. 

3M dribbling! 

Did I feel a drop of rain, just then? 

"I'm sure he wasn't this heaui> at the start." 

Chin up, Charlie! The Agoni; and the Ecstacy. 

Varied success in the wheelbarrow race! 

We would like to express our gratitude to 
all those parents who gave so willingli/ of 
their time and who contributed so willingly; 
to the photographic material for this 
section of our Yearbook. 

"Read}; ... Steady ..." 

"Come on, 2H!" 

The Preparatory 
School, 1960 

The boy at the extreme right of 
the back row, Peter Leighton, is 
the father of the boy in the centre 
of the front row in the 1980 school 


The Preparatory School will have been in operation for 
twenty-one years in September, 1980, having been through a 
number of moves and reorganisations during this period, so a 
brief history of its development seems suitable to mark this 

Before 1959 Saltus did not accept pupils until they were 
ready to enter "Form I" of the Main School, roughly equivalent 
to our present Junior 4. Younger beys for the most part 
attended the Kindergarten of the Bermuda High School for 
Girls, or a small private school known as "Miss Pitts". When 
Miss Rtt announced her intention to retire and close the school, 
the High School found that they would not be able to accom- 
modate all the extra children wishing to enter their Kindergar- 
ten, so said they would take in the girls, and advised Saltus to 
make its own provision for the boys. 

The First pupils outside the Mount Hill building 1960. 

On September 21st, 1959 the Preparatory School opened 
in a little two-roomed schoolhouse on Mount Hill Road. We 
had thirty-seven pupils and two staff members, and our facili- 
ties were primitive in the extreme, but we had a pleasant and 
lively group of children. By January our numbers had 
increased to forty-eight We had so many applicants for admis- 
sion the following September that it was apparent that a third 
class would be needed, so during the summer, one classroom 
was partitioned into two smaller rooms. By this time our enrol- 
ment had increased to sixty-nine, and it was necessary to re- 
cnut a third member of stE^E. 

For the next two years our numbers remained constant, as 
did the staff — myself (then Miss Mary Ede) with Miss Jean 
Rhodes (now Mrs. B. Northcott), and Miss Kay Forster (now 
Mrs. L Walker). In spite of the desperately cramjjed conditions 
and lack of proper sp>orts or music facilities, we worked very 
happily together, comforted by the knowledge that the 
Trustees had plans for improved quarters for us. 

In September, 1962 these plans came to fruition with the 
opening of a new building specially designed for us on Wood- 
lands Road, at the eastern end of the Saltus property. We had 
three large classrooms, a small assembly hall, proper staff room 
and toilet facilities, and our own tarmac playground, as well as 
access to one end of the Saltus field, on which the Old Boys 
erected a climbing frame. 

Incidents of mischief among smaU boys abound, and each 
generation will have its own memories, but probably tiie most 
traumatic was the occasion when a boy brought moth balls 
from home and fed them to his friends as candy during the 
morning break. 1 called the Health Department for advice, and 
was instructed that any child who had eaten a moth ball must 
be taken to the hospital to have his stomach pumped. We were 
to question all the children, and if in doubt, smell their breath. 

The Staff in the Staff Room, 1962 . 

There followed some hectic telephoning to call parents to take 
their children for this ordeal, and one child was brought to me 
by his teacher, who said, "He swears he didn't have any, but 
you smell him!" There was indeed a strong odour on his 
breath, but not quite like camphor. 1 asked what he had eaten 
at Recess, and to my relief he replied, "Spearmint candy," so 
he was allowed to remain. 

We accepted twenty-five boys into each class during this 
period, and expected to keep seventy-five as our maximum 
enrolment, but further changes were in store. 

First came a brief expansion — an extra class with no 
room for it, so Miss Forster and her class moved out for a term 
to occupy the old Pembroke Sunday School, walking over to 
visit us once a week. 

Then came amalgamation with the Government's educa- 
tional system. Saltus had been a "vested" school, whose 
I Trustees made major decisions on policy, but now they agreed 
[ to accept Government policy on many matters. The main 


change to affect us in the Prep School was the decree that the 
Junior School must be housed in a separate building from the 
Senior School. As a result, the new Junior building was put up 
on what had previously been our playground, and although we 
missed the play area (and suffered a good deal from noise and 
dust as the building went up) we welcomed the closer contact 
with the Junior Department, and the use of the fine new 
gymnasium. At this time Government schools accepted 
thirty-five children into their lower classes, while we were only 
taking twenty-five. Some negotiations took place, and it was 
agreed to split the difference, and we accepted classes of thirty; 
numbers that have been with us ever since. 

Thus, in less than ten years we had increased our enrol- 
ment from thirty-seven to ninety pupils. It looked as if we 
couldn't possibly expand further. But the 1980 photograph 
shows how much larger we were yet to grow, and this portion 
of our history will be described in next year s edition. 

June, 1980 

School 1980 

(Simon Leighton, centre 
of the front row) 


Mrs. Wetherhill (Centre back) and Mrs. Van Haarlan took the Mrs. Warren (left) and Mrs. Hunter (right) introduced a uarieti; of skills 
Outdoor Club on a variety; of interesting visits. Here they are seen at to the Art and Craft Club. Here they display their macrame and leaf 

Verdmont prints. 

Mr. Meredith's Swimming Club learned water safety rules as well as Mrs. Hopkins' Music Club found that regular practice helped them to 
many introductory swimming techniques. make rapid progress. 

Left: The Gardening Club, under the direction of Mr. R. M. Hopkins, 
took highest honours this year, winning the Shield of the Garden Club 
of Bemnuda for the best school vegetable garden, and also combining 
with the Junior School to win the Dept of Agriculture & Fisheries' 
shield for the best school garden collection. 

Mrs. June Patterson opens one of her last Prep. School flasks, after The Class Mothers, who have given full support to all functions 
organising the lunch supervision rota most efficiently; for three years. throughout the year. ^ 
Thankyou, Mrs. P. and all the "Lunch Mothers". L. to R. : Mrs. Ethne Dickinson, Mrs. Sharon Melto. Mrs. Ann ' 

Spencer-Arscott, Mrs. Vicki Hamshere, Mrs. Sharon Adams, Mrs. 
Terri Drew. In front are some of their sons, appreciating the cool 

drinks which their mothers served after Sports Day. j 



Our youngest lunch supervisor, Miss Lisa Patterson, has been coming Miss Thompson's work on the Endemic Bermuda Tree project of the 

I to school since she was just a few weeks old, and the boys have really National Trust was again most successful, and the second year seed- 

; enjoyed her company. lings won First prize for both Bermuda Cedar and Olive Wood Bark, 

' and Highly Commended for Palmetto. 

Mrs. Bacon trains the choir to sing out with enthusiasm. Mrs. Froomkin instructed small groups from 2R in liquid capacity, with 

plenty of practical experience. 

by Stephen Davidson, 2P Senior School 

Editor and Layout: 
N. J. G. Kennode 

Junior School liason: 
Mrs. L. WiUiams 

Cavendish Prep, liason: 
Bfrs. P. Sampson 

Senior Year liason: 
Benson Leitch and Ian Bickley 

Cover Design: 
Jonathan Taylor, Senior Year 

Photographic Printing: 
Peter Aldrich and James Welch 

Particular thanks must go to David Judah 
who printed almost all of the photographs to 
size for inclusion in this ifear's Yearbook and 
without whom there would have been no 
Yearbook at all. Thank you, David! 

Yearbook Photographers: 

With special thanks to Mr. V. Evans. 

Printed in Bermuda by Engravers Ltd. 
Man^ thanks for their help and co-operation.