SOUTH AFRICAN ROEDEAN MAGAZINE No. 96 1981
Contents
SCHOOL BOARD............. ..............
2
STAFF....................................................
2
EDITORIAL ..................................................... 4
MASTER’S REPORT ....................................5
GIFTS TO THE SCHOOL ........................................... 8
GRANDDAUGHTERS OF THE SCHOOL ................................. 10
ACHIEVEMENTS AND DISTINCTIONS ................................ 12
SCHOOL ACTIVITIES AND SOCIETIES .............................. 14
GAMES ........................................................ 20
LITERARY AND ART CONTRIBUTIONS ............................... 24
JUNIOR SCHOOL ..................................................
THESAORA ........................................ .............46
\
1
School Board — June 1980
Mr. J.R. Whiting Mr. S.A.G. Anderson Mr. H.A. Smith Mr. M.S. McCrum Mr. G.M. Thomas Mrs. A. Somerville Mrs.
S. Gettliffe Mrs. P. Wentzel
MASTER:
Mr. B.A. Law
SENIOR SCHOOL:
SENIOR MISTRESS:
Mrs. O.E. Stevenson
SENIOR FORM MISTRESS: Mrs. G. John
ASSISTANT MISTRESSES:
Mrs. B. Bennett
Mrs. G. Berezowski
Miss L.F. de Castle
Mrs. C.S. Chamberlain
Mrs. J.S. Evans
Mrs. J. Hammond-Tooke
Mrs. J.M. Henn
Mrs. H. Hession
Mrs. J. Hinch
The Rev. A. Hirst
Mrs. A.C.P. Hobday
Mrs. I. Hyson Mrs. R.J. Key Mrs. A.J.C. Kleynhans Mrs. E.L. McCarthy Mrs. S.C.H. Mihailovich
Mrs. J.L. Miles
Mrs. J. Nel Miss S. Redding Miss V.A. Sawyer Miss D.B. Schild Dr. U. Smuts
Mrs. J. Sturgis Miss L. Taitz
Miss R.Y.A. Tansley
Mrs. J.M.H. Taylor
Mrs. G.M. Tolley Miss G. Toms Mrs. J.E. van Coller
Staff
M.A. (Oxon)
M.A. (Oxon) Dip. Ed. (Cantab)
B.A. (C.T.) B.A. (Hons) (Witwatersrand) Dip. of Higher Education (C.T.)
B.A. (Natal)
B.A. (Witwatersrand)
B.A. (Rhodes) H.E.D.
B.A. (Witwatersrand) H.E.D.
B.Sc. (Notts)
file:///Volumes/Delivery/Roedean%20Phase2/CC/ITEM1981/Text/ITEM1981.txt[2015/01/30, 11:19:28 AM]
B.A. (S.A.), P.T.C. (Grahamstown)
B.Sc. (St. Andrew’s), Dip. Ed. (Oxon) B.Sc. (Hons) (London)
L.R.S.M. (Teachers and Performers)
L.Th. (St. Paul’s, Grahamstown)
B.Sc. (Dundee), Cert, of Ed (Dundee College of Ed.)
B.A. (Witwatersrand), H.E.D.
B.H.E. (Stellenbosch.)
B.A. (Hons) (S.A.), U.E.D. (S.A.)
B.Sc. (Witwatersrand), T.T.H.D.
B.A. (Hons) (Witwatersrand), Certificate d’Etudes. Superieures (Sorbonne, Paris) Phys. Ed. Cert, in Education (Bishop
Otter College, Sussex)
B.A. (Hons) (Potchefstroom), T.T.H.D.
B.A. (Witwatersrand) H.E.D.
B.Ed. (Hons) (Phys. Ed.) (Reading)
B.A. (Phys.Ed) (Rhodes) H.E.D.
M.A. (London), B.D. (London), Ph.D. (Chicago)
B.A. (Hons) (Witwatersrand)
B.A. (Witwatersrand), B.Ed. (Witwatersrand). P.G.C.E. (London)
B.Mus. (Wits), F.T.C.L. (Res) L.T.C.L. (Pft. Teacher).
Teacher’s Dip. (London) Dartford Phys. Ed. College.
B.Ed. (Hons) (Warwick)
B.Mus. (Cape Town).
A.R.C.M., G.R.S.M. (London), Royal College of Music.
ROEDEAN STAFF Senior, Junior and Administrative — 1980
JUNIOR SCHOOL:
HEADMISTRESS:
Mrs. M.C. Kuhn. Higher Primary Teacher’s
Certificate.
ASSISTANT MISTRESSES:
Mrs. C.A. Anderson
Mrs. N. Anderssen Miss S.E. Chubb
Mrs. L. Hartslief Miss P. Klosser
Mrs. R.F. Kruger Mrs. L. Park
Mrs. A.M. Van Zeeten Mrs. B.M. Wade
ADMINISTRATIVE Bursar:
Bursar’s Assistant:
Master’s Secretaries:
Ground & Maintenance:
School Doctor:
School Sister:
Warden and Matrons:
Catering:
Housekeeping:
Office Assistant:
Driver:
B.Ed. (Dundee), Diploma in Primary and Secondary Education (Dundee)
Diploma in Nursery Education (Pretoria) Diploma in Infant Education (Teachers’ College, Bulawayo)
H.E.D. (J.C.E.)
B.A. (C.T.), Post Graduate Primary Teacher’s Diploma.
Junior Primary Certificate, (J.C.E.) Diploma in Primary Education Jordanhill College of Ed. (Glasgow)
B.A. (Leeds)
Cert, of Education (Fenham College) Newcastle
Mr. P.G. Pallet Mrs. P.B. Robertson
Mrs. V.A. Corcoran, Mrs. M.I. Deppe,
Mrs. E.E. Humphris
file:///Volumes/Delivery/Roedean%20Phase2/CC/ITEM1981/Text/ITEM1981.txt[2015/01/30, 11:19:28 AM]
Col. J.J. Watkins-Pitchford.
Dr. R.M. Breuckner, MB BCH (Witwatersrand) D.C.H. (S.A.)
Miss G.C. van Damme, R.N., R.M.,
C.C.A.I.
Mrs. E.M. Thomas, Mrs. A.M. Nezar,
Mrs. W.V. Witthun
Mrs. F. Fisher
Mrs. L.J. Brunyée
Mr. M. Tshidavhu
Mr. S. Mahumani
Vith the Compliments of: Me Culloch and Bothwell
Editorial
“Theme? Theme? What are we going to have as our theme?
This question puzzled us for weeks, and in between swotting for and writing exams, the idea suddenly struck us —
one of us is a daygirl and the other is a boarder. Result? The school from a boarder’s and daygirl’s viewpoint.
Well, if we start with basics, boarders are completely different from daygirls in their attitude to food; the boarders are
always the first to charge for the ice-cream, the chicken or whatever, and they are
constantly dieting. The daygirls are more restrained both in their eating habits and in their dieting.
The boarders also have to support most functions, music evenings, films in aid of charity and Housenights. Daygirls
have far more choice in what they do and don’t do. Being a daygirl, one does not share in the life of the school as
much as do boarders. Many daygirls feel that Housenight is a bore and hardly ever support sport matches, etc. Daygirls
view the school as a place to which they come early in the morning and from which they escape as early as possible in
the afternoon.
On the other hand, the daygirls are the part of the school that uphold the school’s image as they come into contact with
people outside the Roedean community more often than the boarders. And, after all, it is the daygirls who provide the
goodies for cake sales, the strange props for Housenight, transport for outings and, most essentially, temporary homes
for the boarders at free weekends.
However, we feel that the gap between boarder and daygirl is unnecessary and far too wide. Is there anyway of solving
this problem and making the school a more integrated unit?
M.A. FARQUHARSON
F.
HILL
ROEDEAN The white glint of the newly whitewashed courtyard, The Ivy groping along the roof,
Moss, filling the cracks time has made.
The Jacaranda covered in bright purple blossoms The Oak, dark greyish-brown bark, with bright, caterpillar-green
leaves.
The darkened chapel, where the sun makes patterned shadows through the stained glass windows,
The silence is overwhelming,
calm,
peaceful,
unruffled.
The flag, moving in the draught is the only movement.
The small statue by the pond,
The soulful eyes of child and kitten looking into the shallow, lily-covered water.
The library, still, silent, except for muffled murmurs.
The rose garden, a mass of bright colours,
The wind rustling through the sweetly-scented petals
The tall, stately pines towering around the school.
Now there is silence,
but a silence that will soon be broken
by loud girlish chatter!
K DU BOIS FORM III
M. Wilsenach LV2
4
Master’s Report — 1980
file:///Volumes/Delivery/Roedean%20Phase2/CC/ITEM1981/Text/ITEM1981.txt[2015/01/30, 11:19:28 AM]
Your Excellency and Mrs. Leahy, parents, members of staff, girls and friends of Roedean.
I suppose men, as well as women, are to some extent creatures of prejudice. Amongst the Guilds of Livery Companies
of the City of London are twelve great companies, and of these two, the Skinners Company and the Merchant Taylors
Company take precedence at numbers 6 and 7 alternately. Each is responsible for the foundation and control of a
public school, Tonbridge and Merchant Taylors. Mr. Leahy was at the former, I was at the latter. When welcoming him
this afternoon you will understand my saying that I view him with that degree of suspicion which is borne of such
rivalries. Both of us did National Service — I in the Army and he in the Air Force. My attitude towards the latter was
certainly conditioned by my experience .at Sandhurst which was not dissimilar, I think, to that of John Masters as
recorded in his book ‘Bugles and a Tiger’ in which he says, in part — ‘I used to think a dirty soldier was a fellow with
a stubbly chin, dirty finger nails, a cigarette hanging from his lip and a generally raffish air of uncleanliness. I learned
that I was wrong. The phrase meant a Junior with a bit of fluff on his otherwise impeccable tunic. The other fellow, the
one I had envisaged, was not a soldier at all — he was a member of the Royal Air Force or the criminal classes — the
two terms were all but synonomous.’ And finally, we both went to University. As everyone will know, there really are
only two Universities, the good one and the other one. It so happens that we differ in our loyalties and our beliefs in
that respect also.
Fortunately, suspect though his credentials therefore seem to me, those of his wife are impeccable and in view of the
British origin of this school and our close affinity with the British Roedean expressed in the recent visit of a party
from here to Brighton, I can think of no-one whom we could more fittingly welcome to our Prize Giving this afternoon
than Mr. and Mrs. Leahy. We are delighted and honoured to have you with us, as indeed we are all visitors to the
School this day.
I
suppose every Head believes his or her own school is particularly beautiful. A former Head-' master of St. John’s,
visiting Roedean for the first time many years ago, gave considerable but shortlived gratification to the then
Headmistress by exclaiming as he walked around the school ‘Oh, what a beautiful school’. It was only at the end of
the visit when he stood on the Terrace and repeated ‘What a beautiful school’ and said, looking across the valley
towards St. John’s ‘and I think from here you get the very best view of it’, that she was disillusioned. Certainly a
former pupil returning to this country after a two-year absence and re-visiting the school recently told me that when
she was here she was quite unaware of how beautiful the buildings and their surroundings are, and how much she appreciates them now. I very much hope you will take the opportunity of exploring
widely this afternoon, from Chapel to playing fields, and see just how much we have got to be thankful for.
But it is not, of course the School and its surroundings that matter so much as what goes on inside it, and I am pleased
to confirm the comment made by you, Mr. Chairman, that the decade has started well. Opening the year with 380
children, we are now well over 400. This has meant, inter alia, that we have been forced to divide LIV and UIV into
two, and further divisions of forms and senior school subject sets are imminent.
The Matric results announced at the beginning of the year proved that the 1979 candidates had acquitted themselves
more than adequately, all our girls again passing, and only three of them with less than full University Entrance
certificates. Our 92% average of university entrance passes compares very favourably with a national one in the 40s
and to my knowledge is as good as that of any other school, private or public, in the country. More than half the
candidates had a C aggregate or better, the equivalent of the old First Class Matric, and Pamela Smilg was the top girl
on aggregate in the entire Joint Matriculation Board examination. Results in other examinations — A Level, the
Taalbond and the English Olympiad to mention three — were generally satisfactory.
Perhaps one of the most pleasing aspects of the year has been the all-round improvement in sport and the attitude
towards it. Determined to secure readmission to the A Gala, the swimming team pulled out all the stops and won the B
competition by the incredible margin of 53 points. Tennis and hockey, the other major sports, have been played with
much more spirit and success and there has been widespread participation in netball, squash, riding, judo and
gymnastics, to mention but a few of the extra-curricular activities of the more sporting variety. We have secured
Provincial representation in swimming, diving and hockey.
To encourage the development of individual talent we instituted at the end of last year a Sports Girl of the Year
Award, the first holder being Jeanine Thompson and the presentation of it to this year’s winner will be made for the
first time at Speech Day this afternoon.
The successful sporting year is very much to the credit of the current games captains, Margaret Not-ten, Jill Prismall
and Clare Whiting, all of whom have been awarded white blazers, and particularly to the staff team which has been
built up by its leader, Mrs. Lyn Miles. We are very sorry to lose her at the end of the year and wish her every success
in the future, as we do those others, staff and girls, who will be leaving the immediate Roedean community in
5
file:///Volumes/Delivery/Roedean%20Phase2/CC/ITEM1981/Text/ITEM1981.txt[2015/01/30, 11:19:28 AM]
December.
One of the difficulties of a school which is largely made up of daygirls, whose movements are restricted by the
requirements of lift clubs, is to find time for extra curricular activities of a non-sporting nature. Time has been found
for dramatic activities, bridge, ecology, the choir and so on, but there is usually a conflict of interests and we have
done less than I should like to have done in this regard. Nevertheless, a good deal has been achieved and I am
particularly pleased that the choir is back in very good shape, as many of you will have heard recently at St. George’s.
The standard and enthusiasm of peformance in the House Plays on Thursday night suggests that our dramatic activities
next year, which will probably include a combined production of “Romeo and Juliet” with St. John’s, will help to
satisfy the aspirations of a considerable number of girls.
Conspicuously successful this year has been a variety of tours, educational and otherwise, which have taken parties of
girls away from the school. Those taking Geography for Matric spent a day or two in the Blyde River Canyon in
February. Much to their surprise, 1 think, 1 arrived in the middle of it, the tour that is, not the Canyon and was most
impressed by what I saw. In April a mixed squash, hockey and netball party visited Natal and the week away provided
not only most satisfactory practice in those games, but a very happy relationship with the schools visited.
In August 11 Roedean girls and 2 from other schools escorted me to Paris where they set about improving their French
at the Chateau de Laversine at Chantilly, seemingly very successfully.
The business part of the tour was followed by a week in London. Last weekend the squash team visited Epworth in
Pietermaritzburg and clearly acquitted themselves well. Projected excursions for next year include one to the Golden
Gate by the Geographers in early February, a weekend trip for staff, parents and girls to Majuba to coincide with the
centenary of the First Anglo Boer War, further exploration of the Cape and vicinity, including the Wine Route, for a
week in April and a return to Paris by a considerably more substantial party in August.
The theme of this term has been the proper use of time. Many of you will have seen details of a new book to be
released in March by Dr. Alex MacKenzie in which he stresses the importance of economising time, that is to say
making the best use of it, particularly for women who often have two important management jobs, namely the handling
of the home, and a full or part-time occupation outside it. I am a great believer in Parkinson’s Law that work expands
to fill the time available, and you all know that those who find time to help with all sorts of activities outside the
normal routine are most often those who get through the most work in the routine framework. Teaching girls to make
the best use of time as early as possible seems to me to be a high priority.
Last year I commented on the growth of community spirit and this has certainly been maintained, with the majority of the girls in particularly buoyant mood.
Overexuberance sometimes necessitates sanctions, though I am not sure always the right ones. Four times this term I
have required delinquents to be at the swimming pool at 5.30 or 6 for an early morning dip, but many of those thus
disciplined seem to be now going regularly of their own accord!
I spoke last year of a number of anxieties that I had, and there are still some that I should like to mention. We have
had instances during the year, though admittedly very few, of lack of parental cooperation. This has been either by
practice of deceit in order to secure some imagined advantage with regard to leave or otherwise, daughters having to
repeat information which they know to be incorrect, or of immediate assumption when a girl is in trouble
—
and what girl who is developing healthily does not at times offend — that the school rules are unfair or that
their daughter is being victimised. I very much welcome criticism of rules which are thought to be unreasonable, but
such criticism should be advanced constructively and not as a defence for misbehaviour.
Another anxiety is the disregard shown by a small number, I believe, of girls for the property of others, whether school
or private. I very much hope that the climate of both school and home will be such that offenders of this sort are made
to feel that such behaviour is totally unacceptable.
The well-being of the Roedean community is assisted by so many members of its wider associations. The P.T.A. has
worked conspicuously hard this year to promote happy relationships and the Supper Party recently was, I think, an
extremely good example of the success that has been achieved. The S.A.O.R.A. has similarly done much, with
Foundation Day, the Grandchildren’s Party and the recently established Old Girls’ Lunches, which are bringing back
so many to the school, often after many years absence, to make the concept of the whole Roedean community more
and more meaningful.
It is always sad to record departures from Roedean. As you have heard from the Chairman, Mrs. Stevenson is to retire
at the end of the term after
11
years on the staff, 6 of which have been as Senior Mistress. Her appointment to this position co-incided with my
arrival here. During those six years I have always felt able to leave school for short or sometimes rather longer periods
of time, knowing that it is in very capable hands. She has always been ready with sound advice when asked and has
file:///Volumes/Delivery/Roedean%20Phase2/CC/ITEM1981/Text/ITEM1981.txt[2015/01/30, 11:19:28 AM]
provided an invaluable link between the administration and teaching staff. She will be much missed and we all wish
her every happiness in her retirement, as we wish every success to the Senior Mistress from the 1st January, Mrs.
Gillian John.
It is coincidental, I think, but nevertheless a fact that every occupant of a chair in the Administration section, Bursar,
Bursar’s Secretary, all three General Office secretaries and indeed the Estate Manager, has
6
been on leave to foreign parts during the course of the year. I am delighted that they were all able to take such a break,
but their absence made us realise, from time to time, just how dependent the school is upon them and how much,
though not always appreciated, they do for it.
One particular sadness was the death in August of a very loyal old girl of the school, Dame Lucy Sutherland. Though
after leaving Roedean and the University of the Witwatersrand she spent the rest of her life in Oxford, becoming
principal for more than 25 years of Lady Margaret Hall, she always retained the happiest memories of her membership
of this school and has left in her will to the school a painting by a contemporary and another illustrious Old Girl, Miss
Maud Sumner, whom we are delighted to have with us this afternoon. I am sure that nearly all of you will know by
now that, in memory of Lucy Sutherland, Maud Sumner has given us another painting of her own which was recently
hung and blessed in the Chapel. We are privileged and honoured to have been the recipients of such a generous
gesture. Many of us have been deeply moved by the picture and I hope that this will be the experience of some of you
in the course of the afternoon.
A day or two ago, in an Upper V History class we read of the 19th Century doctor who established his consulting
room next to a chemist. I asked who esle might profitably join the consortium and had variously suggested a
psychiatrist, a lawyer and an undertaker. Here were apparent three totally different lines of thinking from individual
girls
demonstrating clearly their individuality. That this is recognized and encouraged from Grade 0 to post Matric, I
believe to be one of the strengths of the private schools in general, and Roedean in particular. I hope there is no child
in the school who does not feel that she matters as a person with all her aspirations and problems to everyone
concerned with her development here, where every girl has something at which she can do well, whether in the
classroom, on the sports field, in debate, on the back of a horse, before a microphone, or whatever.
From all that I have said, I think it is apparent that the ship sails relatively smoothly. It would not do so without the
wholehearted support of all who help in its day to day running, the staff — academic and administrative — and the
prefects who have done an excellent job this year. But we have some tricky waters to negotiate. The Headmasters’
Conference, which I attended in July, passed a most exciting resolution calling for a single non-racial system of
education in the Republic and pledged itself to examine ways and means in the Private Schools of helping to achieve
that aim. I see it as of paramount importance that we should steer the Roedean ship in accordance with the spirit of the
resolution, extending all we have to offer to as many of those as possible who can benefit from it, but that must not be
by sacrificing those standards for which any by which this school stands.
The eighties will certainly be times of change, but it is vital that the change should be change for the better.
B.A. LAW
O. Leitch AM2
With the Compliments of: New Vienna Motors
7
Gold:
Silver:
Copper:
/
y>
Sub-Prefects:
~4
P. Pietromartire — LV
PREFECTS
1980
H. Peace M. Antypas
A.
Bothwell L. Bruce
J. Glover J. Otten
C.
Whiting
file:///Volumes/Delivery/Roedean%20Phase2/CC/ITEM1981/Text/ITEM1981.txt[2015/01/30, 11:19:28 AM]
M-A. Farquharson M. Notten J. Prismall S. Sing
D.
Adams
B.
Burnett K. Deuchar
C.
Douglas L. Erlank L. Essberger
D.
Filmalter C. Glyn
K. Gray V. Heinrich G. Hendson
F.
Hill
C. Hollingshead
G.
Hung M. Meyer A. Murray S. Prior
L. Sousmayan J. Rankin N. Rankin J. Wells
Gifts to the School
Maud Sumner Painting
Maud Sumner Painting
Bench in Junior School courtyard Book — ‘Berlin’
Book — ‘Fitzpatrick’
Table tennis table
Table and benches for Pleasaunce
Legacy
Donation to Chapel Funds
from Maud Sumner from the estate of the late Dame Lucy Sutherland
presented by Maud Sumner in memory of Dame Lucy Sutherland
Mr. Sweigart Kling
Miss M. Ikert
Percy Fitzpatrick Memorial Trust Mr. & Mrs. D. Macintosh Caroline Bunting
Estate of Dame Lucy Sutherland for Reference Library Books Angelica Bischoff
Various and generous gifts from the Trust and the P.T.A.
8
PREFECTS 1980
MATRIC CLASS 1980
9
Granddaughters at the School
Jennifer Beattie Caroline Bester Katherine Bewsey Catherine Botting Harriet Crawford Diana Curry Tessa Curry Jane
Emery Claudia Hochschild Angela Jones Philippa Makin Helen Smith Judy Smith Jane Wallington Katharine
Wallington
Alison Adair Penelope Adair Nicolette Baillie Jane Blecher Kathryn Bunting Arabella Caccia Caroline Calburn Sarah
Calburn Diana Callaghan Amanda Collie Philippa Chrichton Catherine Crouch Elizabeth Crouch Susan Crouch
Nicolette Davidson Lisa Davison Carey Duncan Susan Falcon Caroline Farrant Victoria Farrant Caroline Ferguson
Penelope Ferguson Susan Ferguson Jennifer Finsen Deborah Floquet Susan Fouche Claire Friedlander Nicola
Friedlander
daughter of Jane Kent (O.R.A.) granddaughter of Pamela Orpen daughter of Judy Cassidy granddaughter of Mary
Reading daughter of Jane van Jaarsveld granddaughter of Joan Whiteley daughter of Vivian Haswell granddaughter of
Joan Barry daughter of Jennifer Anderson granddaughter of Cynthia Stock daughter of Elizabeth Matterson
granddaughter of Zoe Tancred daughter of Elizabeth Matterson granddaughter of Zoe Tancred daughter of Rosemary
Thomson granddaughter of Beryl More daughter of Tanya Polonsky granddaughter of Hazel Lipschitz daughter of
Anne Roberts granddaughter of Lulu Jorris daughter of Angela Birckman granddaughter of Philippa Lys daughter of
Veronica Todd granddaughter of Joyce Raleigh daughter of Veronica Todd granddaughter of Joyce Raleigh daughter
of Patricia Leon granddaughter of Elaine Isaacs daughter of Patricia Leon granddaughter of Elaine Isaacs
daughter of Jenny Colere daughter of Jenny Colere daughter of Avril Hutchings daughter of Leonae Brown daughter of
Barbara Dodds daughter of Angela Read daughter of Judy Monro daughter of Judy Monro daughter of Kitty Key
daughter of Sally Stiles granddaughter of Denise Crosby daughter of Rosemary Davies daughter of Rosemary Davies
daughter of Rosemary Davies daughter of Elizabeth Goedvolk daughter of Sally Mackay daughter of Sheena Sinclair
daughter of Rosemary Patterson daughter of Rosemary Mackenzie daughter of Rosemary Mackenzie daughter of
Gillian Walker daughter of Gillian Walker daughter of Gillian Walker daughter of Margaret Newth daughter of Wendy
Mullins granddaughter of Ernestine v.d. Berg daughter of Sarah Parrington daughter of Sarah Parrington
file:///Volumes/Delivery/Roedean%20Phase2/CC/ITEM1981/Text/ITEM1981.txt[2015/01/30, 11:19:28 AM]
Vanessa Gird wood Michele Gilbert Alison Henn Nicola Henn Liezl Henning Alexandra Hersov Cassandra Holliday
Kate Huggett Tracey Huggett Amanda Jobling Helen Jones Penelope Jones Heather King Mary King Frances
Kinghorn Philippa Kruger Victoria Kruger Gundrun Lake Dominique Laroque Shura Lloyd Katherleen McConnell
Sharon McConnell Ann McWilliam Smith Tracey Maddison Philippa Matthews Maria Nakios Sally Ann Niven Katy
Otten Nicolette Potter Lorrain Rankin Susan Rankin Katherine Roper Margaret Roper Julie Sander Katherine Sander
Kathleen Slaughter Camilla Thomas Gillian Townsend Diana Tren Frances Tren Maria van Deventer Titia van
Deventer Suzanne van Rýswýck Sarah Vivian Smith Annabel Wheatley Deborah White Joanne White Kara White
Alison Wiener Gillian Wiener Julia Williams Katherine Williams Meredith Wilter Tamara Wilton
granddaughter of Pamela de Kock
daughter of Virginia Vail
daughter of Jill Hendry
daughter of Jill Hendry
daughter of Moraig Mackinnon
daughter of Antoinette Herbert
granddaughter of Cicely Playford
daughter of Jennifer Wilson
daughter of Jennifer Wilson
daughter of Sarah Henwood
daughter of Jane Henderson
daughter of Jane Henderson
daughter of Patricia Kidger
daughter of Patricia Kidger
daughter of Jennifer Brown
daughter of Rosemary Wright
daughter of Rosemary Wright
daughter of Paddy Wright
daughter of Sheila Henderson
daughter of Angela Read
daughter of Wendy Stallard
daughter of Wendy Stallard
granddaughter of Mollie Barlow
daughter of Helen Pethick
daughter of Jane Henwood
daughter of Robin Allen
granddaughter of Cecily Fitzpatrick
daughter of Jane Stuart
daughter of Sandra Ash
daughter of Joan Trehair
daughter of Joan Trehair
daughter of Elizabeth Brown
daughter of Elizabeth Brown
daughter of Heather Gillespie
daughter of Heather Gillespie
daughter of Jennifer Bosazza
daughter of Ann Benger
daughter of Noel Holland
daughter of Judy Aiken
daughter of Judy Aiken
daughter of Paula King
daughter of Paula King
daughter of Dulcie Adamson
daughter of Susan Goodfellow (O.R.A.)
daughter of Robin Wilding (O.R.A.)
daughter of Valerie Lister
file:///Volumes/Delivery/Roedean%20Phase2/CC/ITEM1981/Text/ITEM1981.txt[2015/01/30, 11:19:28 AM]
daughter of Valerie Lister
daughter of Valerie Lister
daughter of Jane Mudd
daughter of Jane Mudd
daughter of Elizabeth Wingfield
daughter of Elizabeth Wingfield
daughter of Alison Steen-Jackson
daughter of Heather Taylor-Smith
With the Compliments of: Fred Ingrams Pharmacy
11
Speech Day 1980
PRIZE LIST 1980
Leslie Cope Cornford — Essay Prize:
Mary Alice Farquharson Baker Memorial — English Prize:
Francoise Hill
Ella le Malt re — Reading Prize:
Mary Antypas
Patrick Duncan — Afrikaans Prize:
Francoise Hill Monica Meyer A.D. Viney — French Prize:
Danielle Adams
French Cultural Attaché — French Prize: Caroline Glyn Monica Meyer
Margaret Earle — Classical Prize:
Francoise Hill
H.R. Raikes — History Prize Laura Bruce
Jubilee — Geography Prize:
Hilary Peace
Jubilee — Mathematics Prize:
Francoise Hill Jacquéline Otten
H.R. Raikes — Physical Science Prize: Francoise Hill
Pole Evans — Biology Prize:
Jacqueline Otten
Joan Hildick-Smith — Art Prize:
Laurie Erlank
D. Denoon Duncan — Home Economics Prize: Debra Mahlfeld Music Prize:
Nicolette Rankin
Cluver — General Achievement Prize:
Glenda Hendson
Foundation for Education — Arts Prize:
Brett Kinsley
Science and Technology — Sciences:
Jacqueline Smilg Progress Prizes:
AM I Glenna Haggen
AM II Petra Todter
UV I Louella Morgan
UV II Heather King
MV I Caroline Jacobs
MV II Dominique Bauthier
LV I Bronwen Davies
LV II Katherine Munro
UIV I Ruth Friedland UIV II Natasha Stewart Myrtle Hamilton Scholarship:
Katherine Otten Margery Viney Exhibition:
Eleanor Stratten
Ella le Maïtre Scholarships:
Julia Hamilton-Russell, Frances Kinghom, Sarah Burrus, Katherine Williams Anne Cleaver Scholarship A:
file:///Volumes/Delivery/Roedean%20Phase2/CC/ITEM1981/Text/ITEM1981.txt[2015/01/30, 11:19:28 AM]
Jennifer Beattie
Dorothea Campbell and S.A.O.R.A. Music Bursary: Rachel Boyce
Maxine Beckerling Award for Cultural Achievement: Margot Sennett Sports Girl of the Year:
Margaret Notten, Clare Whiting Master’s Gift to Head of School:
Hilary Peace
MATRICULATION 1980
Danielle Adams (Distinctions in English, French and German), Mary Antypas, Ann Both well, Laura Bruce
(Distinction in History), Amanda Burnett, Kim Deuchar, Catherine Douglas, Laurie Erlank, Lise Essberger, MaryAlice Farquharson, Denise Filmalter, Jennifer Glover, Caroline Glyn, Kim Gray, Glenda Hendson, Francoise Hill
(Distinctions in English, Afrikaans, Mathematics, Physical Science, Latin and History) Catherine Hirst, Cecilia
Hollingshead, Gail Hung, Debra-Ann Mahlfeld, Monica Meyer (Distinction in Biology), Meredith Molesworth,
Andrea Murray, Margaret Notten (Distinction in Biology), Jacqueline Otten (Distinctions in Mathematics, Biology and
Physical Science), Hilary Peace (Distinction in Mathematics), Samantha Prior, Jill Prismall, Jacqueline Rankin
(Distinction in Mathematics), Nicolette Rankin (Distinctions in Biology, Physical Science and Music), Seemoir Sing,
Laura Sousmayan, Judy Wells, Clare Whiting.
SCHOOL LEAVERS
Jane Galloway and Vicky Heinrich.
12
1980
VOORBEREIDENDE TAALEKSAMEN (MV)
HOËR GRAAD MET LOF (75%)
AYN MCKAY
HOËR GRAAD (60 — 74%)
D. BAUTHIER J. BEATTIE L. CHARLEWOOD S. CHARLTON S. CROUCH
D.
LAROQUE K. MCCONNELL T. RISSIK K. ROPER J. STIRLING K. STEGMANN
G.
TOWNSEND
GEWONE GRAAD (40 — 59%)
C.
CALBURN N. DONALD L. DRAPER S. FALCON T. GUZMAN A. HILL N. HILL J. KINSLEY L. LAKE P.
LISTER P. MATTHEWS
C.
NEWMAN A. NOTTEN
L. OGILVIE-THOMPSON N. POTGIETER S. RANKIN K. SANDER K. TORRANCE S. TUGWELL
DIE LAER AFRIKA ANSE T A ALEKS AMEN (AM) AFWESIG: B. KINSLEY HOËR GRAAD (60 — 74%)
F.
BEYERS S. CALBURN S. CILLIERS M. CHARLES
C.
CROUCH
C.
DUNCAN
A.
HERSOV F. MACAULAY K. OTTEN M. SENNETT
E.
STRATTEN
F.
TREN
P. TODTER F. WELCH L. WOOD
GEWONE GRAAD (40 — 59%)
J. AHLERS
L. BAINBRIDGE
D.
CURRY
S. DE FAY
R. HARALAMBUS
H. HAWKINS
S. HOFFE
M. JARDINE
J. LEITCH
A.
PERDIKIES
K. SHIRLEY
S. SHIRLEY
HOËR T A ALEKS AMEN (M)
HOËR GRAAD (60 — 74%)
file:///Volumes/Delivery/Roedean%20Phase2/CC/ITEM1981/Text/ITEM1981.txt[2015/01/30, 11:19:28 AM]
F.
HILL M. MEYER J. WELLS
GEWONE GRAAD (40 — 59%) M. ANTYPAS
A.
BOTHWELL
A.
BURNETT
C.
DOUGLAS L. ERLANK M. FARQUHARSON
C.
GLYN K. GRAY
G.
HENDSON
G.
HUNG
D.
MAHLFELD
A.
MURRAY M. NOTTEN
J. OTTEN N. RANKIN L. SOUSMAYAN S. SING
C.
WHITING
O. Malfense-Fiero UV
13
School Activities and Societies
J. Klein UV
FOUNDATION DAY
To begin the day, a few Old Girls and present Roedeanians met in the Chapel for a beautiful service
held by Father Hirst.
At half-past nine, the Roedean tennis team decided to show what they were worth and so, in the exciting tennis match
against the Old Girls, we came out tops for the first time in a number of years. However, fate still sided with the Old
Girls and we were unable to receive our trophy, which had been stolen along with some of Maud Sumner’s paintings a
few months previously.
For lunch, the Roedeanians past and present all congregated in the hall for a delicious luncheon and the traditional
speeches and songs.
At 2.30, all the Houses, in an array of colour, gathered down at the pool for the annual Inter-House gala. This was very
exciting as the final result hinged on the last race and, after a tough battle between Kats and Bears, Kats managed to
win for the third year running.
I feel the day was a great success and was, I’m sure, enjoyed by all.
H. PEACE
GRANDCHILDREN’S PARTY I was very nervous at the prospect of entertaining fifty small boys and girls. However,
with the help of three other “willing” prefects and a few boarders, I think we managed very well.
The children began to arrive between 2 o’clock and half past. Unfortunately, or should I say fortunately, it was raining
so the children were restricted to the gym. Here, they swung on the ropes and jumped on the trampette from which,
with a lot of difficulty, we managed to drag them and play the games we had organised. We soon discovered how
sophisticated the younger generation are so we decided to have a dancing competition. At first they were all very shy,
but, as soon as they saw the prizes to be won, they all joined in and “boogied” to the music!
At half-past three we all went up to the dining room where Mrs. Fisher had prepared a delicious tea. Having glutted
themselves with sweets and jelly they followed the piper’s ‘melodious’ chords around the school until, finally, they
cornered him behind the chapel where they exchanged their gifts for a lollipop and ice-cream.
By five o’clock they had all gone home, leaving the rest of us totally exhausted and longing for a good night’s rest.
H.
PEACE
14
Vith the Compliments of: Norwood Paint and Hardware
15
CHAPEL REPORT — 1980
I feel that the Chapel has become a very meaningful part of the school to many girls this year, especially to those who
were confirmed in June.
Bishop Thomas Stanage conducted the confirmation service in the Roedean Chapel and the service was enjoyed by the
candidates as well as the rest of the congregation.
Mrs. Thomas is responsible for the decorating of the Chapel, and I would like to express my warm thanks to her for
giving up so much of her time to brightening up the Chapel with gorgeous flowers.
The painting given by Maud Sumner, in memory of Dame Lucy Sutherland, hangs opposite “The Madonna”, painted
by the same artist. The new painting is a portrait of the dying Christ. Its tremendous expression and feeling has moved
file:///Volumes/Delivery/Roedean%20Phase2/CC/ITEM1981/Text/ITEM1981.txt[2015/01/30, 11:19:28 AM]
many staff members and girls and we thank Maud Sumner for her superb gift.
Wednesday Chapel services have been very successful this year and Ann Bothwell and Caroline Glyn have contributed
a great deal to these with their singing. Father Hirst’s sermons are also deeply appreciated and I would like to thank
him for conducting these services every week.
Finally I would like to congratulate Ramona Haralambus and Diana Curry who will be responsible for the running of
the Chapel next year. I wish them the best of luck, and I hope that the spread and understanding of Christianity at
Roedean will go from strength to strength.
MARY ANTYPAS I
■■■■i
S. Joubert — VI Form
ROEDEAN CENTRE OF CONCERN
Roedean Centre of Concern, under the guidance of Ann Stewart, has now been flourishing for two years. Although the
attendance of the girls is erratic, we have a certain number of keen girls who come regularly.
The Centre of Concern consists of two classes. The basic core is downstairs and it mainly deals with literacy. About
fourteen pupils attend this class.
We also have an upstairs class for slightly more advanced pupils. These eight pupils have been registered and will be
writing examinations in June this/next year. Four of them will write Standard 5 and four will be writing Standard 8.
We all wish them the best of luck!
If one thinks about the fact that the girls teaching don’t know any Black languages, we feel proud at what we’ve
achieved this past year.
H. SMITH
G.
Guthrie AM
16
PAINTING IN SOWETO
On Monday morning, Mrs. Hyson, our art teacher, told us that she was going to chose four girls to go to Soweto to
paint a nursery school’s wall. On routine that day, our four names appeared. We were thrilled!
The following day we were fetched by a man from
A.E.C.I., who gave us the paint for free. There was a range of about twenty five bright colours. When we arrived at the
nursery school, it was very depressing to see the dull walls and dirty playground.
First of all, Madam drew the design on the wall, in chalk, of a graden. We started opening the tins of paint, when four
black children arrived from Mokgome Senior School, to help. We were all given
bright yellow T-shirts with, “Rock Grip Paint” printed on them. We started “sloshing” the paint on to the wall and
talking to each other.
Gradually, the wall became colourful. Later, the photographer arrived and took several photos. Eventually, after a great
deal of arm-ache and back-ache, the wall was finished and by the time we had left, the nursery school seemed much
brighter.
It was enjoyable and interesting speaking to the other children and we would very much like to do it again.
By — K. STRATTEN
H.
PIROW P. MAKIN S. SANDILANDS of Lower V2
IMPRESSIONS OF THE STOCK EXCHANGE
After our excursion to the stock exchange on Friday, 19 September, 1980, I decided the total network was to be
remembered with a certain amount of awe. The building itself is a sight to behold. From the ground up, for about 14
floors, is solid glass with occasional metal reinforcements. This is particularly intriguing because you can see inside
the building from the outside, despite the fact that the glass is a smokey-grey colour. (I suppose to keep out some of
the glare). The door leading into this large glass showcase, is also very intriguing. It revolves around and around,
sucking people up from one side of the glass wall, and spewing them out on the other.
As we entered the building, a strange apprehensive feeling came over me as I recognised the glass elevators as the type
used in a building back home. Deeply interested, 1 found myself staring at the cables, watching the pattern they made
when threading in and out of the pulleys, depending on the direction of the lift.
We finally made our way to the observation deck and I was dumbfounded at all that 1 saw and heard in the next 30
minutes. I watched the film they supplied for us and noticed how simple it all seemed. However, when the curtain was
opened and the actual stock exchange lay some 20 feet below us, my first impulse was to laugh at all the grown men
and women, milling around in a small area, yelling out the name of a product. This impulse later turned into dazed
awareness as our guide began to explain the business that was conducted in the exchange. It became a bit complicated,
but, trying my best, I muddled through all she told us about the 1st row of numbers being for stock being sold, while
the 2nd row was for bought stock.
file:///Volumes/Delivery/Roedean%20Phase2/CC/ITEM1981/Text/ITEM1981.txt[2015/01/30, 11:19:28 AM]
Very soon after having been lectured to on the exchange, we were whisked off and were leaving when we spotted
information machines, which gave information such as who the leading mineral producers are etc. Reluctantly, we left
the machines and headed out of the exchange, our heads swimming with new information and new respect for stock
brokers and all other people associated with the exchange.
G.
HAGGEN (A.F.S.)
THE JOHANNESBURG STOCK EXCHANGE
A ship-building anchored in cement seas Glinting reflections of a hint of life,
a shimmered conglomeration of city folk, stepping in staccato’s in the windows A blue sky tinged
orange in the mirror red reflections.
A hollow rectangle inside with a noiseless din Of the rat race running,
Silver red toboggans gliding the walls, space-age living again in slow motion.
See people, all methodically walking, please —
no time to stop and talk,
let’s see who can get the most
work accomplished today
and how many hares have
already been sold?
A hall, a gilded cage of
human hamsters,
with golden drinking goblets
and cigarettes sustaining the kings —
It’s a science experiment in large,
a hyperbole of amateur medicine and how long can they keep running to and fro, climbing an electric wheel.
Shouting, shouting the legitimate gamble where people coldly calculate how much money can be squeezed out of that
full cup of business and hurriedly selling for they’ve discovered a leak, draining it of its vital liquid.
A ship with enough kinetism
and enough caverns of money to start
sailing away
on turbo-charged energy,
a bereft country
left
drowning.
E.
STRATTEN
18
Fen Beyers — Matric
With the Compliments of: Transvaal Printing Co.
19
GAMES
The Gala
20
SWIMMING REPORT — 1980
This year the swimming team had a highly successful season. We reinstated early morning training and the team’s
devotion and the staff enthusiasm produced dramatic results. We won the “B” league by 53 points and our divers did
equally well by coming second to Parktown Convent by a very narrow margin. The P.T.A. very kindly contributed
towards a film and delicious dinner in appreciation for our efforts.
Three galas were held before the Inter High against A-league schools, St. Andrews, Jeppe and Brescia House we came
third. In a gala against Parktown Convent and Johannesburg Girls’ High School we came first and finally against St.
Marys, Parktown Girls’ High, Holy Cross and Johannesburg Girls’ High School, we came second. The Interhouse gala
on the 8th March was very exciting with Kats beating Bears by 4 points.
It was a very exciting season altogether — team spirit has never been so high and we would never have managed to
achieve so much without the unfailing support of the games staff and a special thanks to Mrs. Hammond, our coach,
and Kim Deuchar, my vice captain.
Well deserved half colours were awarded to L. Ushpol, D. Meese, N. Stratten, D. Curry, A. Erlank, K. Bewsey, H.
Hawkins and R. Haralambus. Full colours were awarded to K. Deuchar, H. Pirow, L. Bainbridge, L. Wheatley, C.
file:///Volumes/Delivery/Roedean%20Phase2/CC/ITEM1981/Text/ITEM1981.txt[2015/01/30, 11:19:28 AM]
Newman, A. Notten, M. Notten and myself. I hope that next year’s captain, Lyn Bainbridge, and vice-captain,
Ramona Haralambus, have as successful and exciting a season as we had this year.
C.
WHITING
i;T ;
DIVING TEAM K. Stratten, L. Wheatley,' D. X,aroque, G. Townsend S. Burrus, M.A. Farquharson, S. Prior
SWIMMING TEAM
BACK- L Bainbridge, D. Bautier, H. Hawkins, K. Deuchar, S. Stanton, C. Bester, H. Pirow, D. Curry, A. Caccia, A.
Notten, C Newman, F. Kinghorn, R. Haralambus, S. Falcon, M. Gord, P. Todter, D. Hammond, P. Pietromatire, P.
Crichton,
S Crouch, D. Laroque, A. Morris, H. Smith, K. Bewsey, N. Stratten, L. Ushpot, N. Potgieter, J. Pon, S. Burrus
FRONT■ K Stratten, A. Erlank, D. Meese, J. Prismall, C. Whiting, M. Notten, G. Townsend, L. Wheatley, D.
Callaghan
21
HOCKEY REPORT — 1980
This year has been, without a doubt, a very happy and successful one. The First and Second teams won almost all their
matches and the spirit grew with each game played.
The highlight of the season was the hockey/netball/squash (and sometimes basketball) tour at the end of the May
holidays. All those who went on the tour owe their thanks to the school for its wonderful efforts in helping us to raise
funds, for without them the tour would not have taken place. Thanks also to the staff members who accompanied us on
the tour itself; Mrs. Miles, Miss Sawyer, Mrs. Hobday and Mrs. Hammond. They made sure that we all had an
enjoyable time and with the minimum of fuss.
The tour lasted about a week and was a great success. We stayed in Durban for three days and then moved on to
Scotburgh where the local High school very kindly held a braai for us as well as putting up the members of the team
for the night. On May 6th we went to Pietermaritzburg and played against (among others) Epworth, Michaelhouse and
Hilton. We then returned to a very cold Johannesburg. M.A. FARQUHARSON
TENNIS 1980
In the past a succession of coaches have done little to improve Roedean’s tennis. However, Roedean has now found a
coach — Miss Sawyer who has both the determination and skill needed to raise the standard of Roedean’s tennis.
Thanks to Miss Sawyer’s constant encouragement this year, the standard of tennis has slowly but surely risen.
Although the first and second teams had a disappointing season, losing match after match, the more junior teams
managed a win or two!
In contrast with the 1st team, the 3rd team opened with a number of stunning wins achieved by Middle V and Lower
V teams.
The Hargreaves doubles were played, resulting in M. Notten and J. Prismall winning the Senior Championships and A.
Notten and C. Newman winning the Junior Championships. N. Hill maintained her title as Junior Hargreaves Singles
Champion. A. Perdikies won the Senior Hargreaves Singles Championship.
Full colours were awarded to J. Prismall, M. Notten, C. Whiting and A. Bothwell. Half colours were awarded to A.
Murray, D. Curry, F. Welch, C. Newman, N. Hill, A. Perdikies and O. Leitch.
We have every confidence that the standard of tennis will continue to improve and I would like to thank my partner
and Vice Captain J. Prismall for her support and co-operation.
Finally I would like to wish next year’s Captain and Vice Captain O. Leitch and F. Welch every success.
M. NOTTEN
1ST HOCKEY TEAM
L. Erlank, C. Newman, J. Glover, D. Hammond, C. Whiting, M. Notten, S. James, F. Kin el M.A. Farquharson, J.
Prismall (Captain), H. Pearce, M.A. Jardine ’
22
2ND HOCKEY TEAM D. Hammond, N. Hill, L. Bainbridge, H. Hawkins, A. Notten, T. Bell, K. Bewsey, A. Erlank,
S. Prior, M. Molesworth, L. Wheatley, G. Townsend
SQUASH TEAM T. Bell, P. Hobday, L. Erlank, M. Molesworth H. Peace, S. James
1ST TENNIS TEAM A. Bothwell, C. Hollingshead, V. Sawyer, D. Curry, F. Welch, C. Whiting
M. Notten, J. Prismall
With the Compliments of: Alfred Lincoln
23
Literary and Art Contribution
L. Essberger — Matric
file:///Volumes/Delivery/Roedean%20Phase2/CC/ITEM1981/Text/ITEM1981.txt[2015/01/30, 11:19:28 AM]
GONE WITH THE WIND
“Daddy, what are we going to do today?”
Paul looked at the little figure lying amongst the rumpled bed-clothes, a mischievous green eye peeking out of the
corner of a red blanket and a pink toe waving good morning from the left hand side of the bed. A smile emerged from
his lips and he straightened his pyjama top, smoothed his hair and having set a stern look on his face, he pompously
said in his best headmasterish voice, “Well now Dean, let us have a closer look at the situation.” From the hump of
blankets and sheets he heard a muffled giggle. “What, from your point of view, would be the best thing to do?”
A haystack of rumpled hair appeared and Dean peered at his father. A set face stared down at him -Daddy was still
playing the game.
A voice of an innocent anger reached Paul’s ears. “Well, Sir, I want to see you jump from the plane again.” Dean
stared at Paul. He still had a glued expression, but Dean saw a hint of a laugh hiding in his eyes. Suddenly he leapt out
of bed and onto his father and shouted, “Oh, Daddy, please, I haven’t seen you jump for at least a million years. 1 love
seeing you flying in the wind. Oh Daddy, can’t we?” The headmaster melted away and a proud father kissed a
pleading son. “Of course Dean.”
The blue Renault 5 bounced along the motorway and father and son sat with contentedly filled stomachs of ricecrispies, syrup and peanut-butter -the official Sunday breakfast. Paul glanced at Dean who was leafing through a
Beano, intently studying the cartoon figures and not glancing for a minute at the words. He still couldn’t understand
his son’s passion for seeing him parachuting. Ever since Dean had been five, he had always begged to be able to watch
his father jump from the plane and to be waiting at the landing-circle where he watched him drift through the air like a
butterfly escaped from its cocoon and tumble in a tumbleweed somersault onto the ground.
“Dean, why did you ask me to go parachuting today?”
“Cos I like watching you, Daddy. I can see the plane far up in the sky that looks just like one of the flies in the kitchen
and then I see you jump out of it and you’re as small as one of the ants in the garden. And you look as though you’re
flying in the wind. The wind’s your friend. Then you come closer and closer and you fall on the ground and then
you’re Daddy again and not an ant.” He took a breath and more quietly said, “And you’re close to Mummy up there
and I always think that you can say hello to her and send her my love.”
A small boy sat near the landing-circle, watching a plane as it climbed in the air and then cruised in a straight line. The
boy stared as a small speck walked out of the plane and a white mushroom exploded in the air. He smiled and
whispered, “Send Mummy my love, Daddy.” He gazed into the sky and thought to himself how lovely it would be to
fall through the air like that, like jumping off the diving-board at school, but much higher. Suddenly Dean noticed that
Paul wasn’t falling as straight down as usual. He seemed to be flying sideways and up and down a bit.
“That’s nice, the wind is playing with Daddy. It’s taking him for a ride,” Dean waved, knowing that his father wouldn’t
see him, but just to be friendly.
One of the groundsmen came rushing up to Dean and frantically tapped him on the shoulder.
“Dean, did you see where your father went?” “Oh yes, the wind was playing with him. It carried him in that direction
far away. He’ll be alright - the wind’s his friend, you know.”
Dean didn’t see the man hurrying away to the air-control base to radio a search party to look due East and to call an
ambulance. Still staring into the air, he told him, “My Daddy’s gone with the wind.” NELLA STRATTEN
24
FRAILTY, THY NAME IS WOMAN
“Frailty, thy name is woman...,” thus mutters sepulchrally a paunchy top executive, sitting in his office at the top of
the Carlton Centre, twiddling his thumbs because his secretary is late in bringing his coffee, or has forgotten to put in
two Hermesetas. What sacrilege! In an injured tone of voice and ruffled frame of mind, he generally pulls the whole
female race apart, because of one measly cup of coffee! Such unreliability and inefficiency! If a woman can’t be
trusted to remember how much saccharine he likes in his coffee, how can she be trusted to have a top job, is the
completely illogical conclusion.
Why not? Apart from the fact that a woman is physically weaker than most men, what is to stop a woman having a
top job? Brains and brawn don’t necessarily go together, a fact that anyone is aware of who knows the average boxer.
Anyway we can’t all go round looking looking like Mark Spitz or Arnold Schwarzenegger. What normal woman (punk
and butch women excluded) wants to look so revoltingly muscular? Apart from the fact that a ripple of muscle could
certainly discourage cheeky, overbearing colleagues in the Boardroom, what other advantage is there? No woman
enjoys being repellent.
Why do men then assume that because a woman is physically weaker, she is mentally inferior? As many men have
file:///Volumes/Delivery/Roedean%20Phase2/CC/ITEM1981/Text/ITEM1981.txt[2015/01/30, 11:19:28 AM]
learnt, or have yet to learn, women can be very subtle. Whereas men tend to bulldoze through a brick wall, a woman
will undermine it. Much less effort is involved, and the result is the same, or better.
Women have proved themselves. Britain’s Prime Minister, suited and permanently hairsprayed to perfection, may
seem formidable, but she is a woman, nevertheless. She is one of the new breed of streamlined women; women who
are out to get what they want.
Dickensian characters like Dora, in “David Copperfield,” don’t exist any more. Unlike Dora, a spoilt, lisping chinadoll, the new woman is mature and resilient, not just an easily-broken ornament.
And as for the idea that women are supposed to be fickle: no more so than men. In men, infidelity is treated
indulgently as, “sowing wild oats.” Why not treat women as indulgently, or abolish the doube standard?
Women have proved that they can reach the top in all fields. They have violated previously all-male sanctuaries and
preserves. Nothing male is sacred anymore.
A»scene in the not-so-distant future may be this: a svelte, elegant executive, suited by Halston or YSL at least, and
wearing the timeless Channel No. 5, waits for the arrival of a late secretary. As she glances at her sterling silver
wristwatch, she purrs silkily:
“Frailty, thy name is man....”
FIONA MACAULAY Matric
EK EN JY
Ek het jou so liefgehad. Hoe goed onthou ek nog die lagplooitjies om jou oë en die glinstering daarin toe jy gelag het.
Daardie tydjies gedurende die vakansie en saans toe ons saam ontspan het, was vir my die wonderlikste. Ek word
partykeer baie hartseer wan-neer ek dink dat ek jou soms so seer of kwaad gemaak het.
Ek onthou ook daardie keer toe my hondjie onver-wags gevrek het en jy my getroos het. Ek kan nog jou geurige
naskeermiddel ruik toe jy my in jou arms vasgehou het en ek my wang teen jou growwe baadjie vasgedruk het.
Elke aand het ek op jou skoot gesit en saam het ons oor die toekoms gesels en planne beraam. Saam het ons koffie
gedrink en koerant gelees. Jy het my so baie geleer.
Ek het jou eerbiedig en ek het altyd so veilig en beskermd gevoel, ek wou jou ook beskerm het, maar hoe kon ek? Hoe
kon ek jou beskerm teen die dood wat jou met sy lyding en sy vretende pyn vernietig het? Niemand het my gewaarsku
of my daarvan vertel nie. Ek kan dit nie begryp of aanvaar nie. Selfs nou kan ek nog nie die wil van God verstaan nie.
Miskien sal ons mekaar weer eendag ontmoet, my liefde vir jou is sterk genoeg om my te dra tot dan. Intussen sal ek
sorg dat jy altyd trots op my sal kan wees.
FRANCES KINGHORN UV1
I am
What I am I can give What I have I will share What I can and take What I need I will love as I am able I will be What
I must I am
What I am.
Yet is that enough? MARGOT SENNET
25
I
discovered what real love is today.......
when I saw a flower pass
from one child’s hand to another’s black and white
briefly touched
and hesitant smiles
crept from bewildered mouths.
NELLA STRATTEN
Cl
/
/
DIE GEHEIM VAN N GELUKKIGE EN SUKSESVOLLE LEWE
’n Mens mag dink dat dit ’n bietjie onsinnig is om so ’n onderwerp te bespreek. Kyk net deurgans na die SuidAfrikaner se lewenswyse. Hy beskik oor meer geld en besitings as die meeste mense ter wêreld. Hy leef in weelde en
is suksesvol; dus moet hy gelukkig wees, maar.....is hy?
Ek dink nie so nie. Die mense van vandag is op ’n doellose soektog na avontuur en plesier wat nooit aan hulle genoeg
bevrediging verskaf nie. Jy sal nooit blywende geluk op partytjies vind nie. Ware geluk is ’n gawe van God; dus moet
jy op Horn vertrou, want godsdiens gee rigting aan jou lewe. As jy in God glo, kan jy nooit verward of bang voel nie.
file:///Volumes/Delivery/Roedean%20Phase2/CC/ITEM1981/Text/ITEM1981.txt[2015/01/30, 11:19:28 AM]
Jy weet dat Hy altyd daar sal wees om jou te beskerm en as jy verlore voel, het jy Sy Woord, in die Bybel, as ’n gids
om vir jou die regte pad aan te dui.
Om ewigdurende geluk te smaak, is dit ook belangrik om getrou te wees aan jouself. Jy moet jou nie steur aan ander
mense se menings en minderwaar-dig voel as jy nie alles doen wat hulle doen nie. Die meeste leed in hierdie wêreld
word veroorsaak as ’n mens jou helde of heldinne probeer na-aap. Dink aan die dwelmslawe en alkoholiste wat hierdie
rigting in-geslaan het net omdat hulle deur die groep aanvaar wou word. Jy moet dus dapper genoeg wees om te weier
om dinge wat jou geestelike en liggaamlike gesondheid sal benadeel, te doen. As jou vriende jou welsyn nie eerbiedig
nie, is dit beter as jy van hulle ontslae raak.
As jy die geheim van ’n gelukkige en suksesvolle lewe wil ontdek, is dit noodsaaklik om te verstaan wat ’n
suksesvolle lewe werklik is. ’n Mens kan jou siel verloor terwyl jy jou omring met materiële besit-tings. ’n
Suksesvolle persoon is iemand wat myns in-siens daarin slaag om ’n Christelike lewe te lei en dis heelwat moeiliker.
Die belangrikste in die lewe is om God lief te hê en op Horn te vertrou; dan kan daar werklik niks verkeerd loop nie
en dan sal jy die geheim van ’n gelukkige, suksesvolle lewe ontdek.
BRETT KINSLEY Ml
\
\
A QUATORZE ANS
Quand vous avez quatorze an;s
Vous pensez que la vie est terrible
Votre Mere vous gronde pour vos cheveux,
Vos vêtements et tout le reste
Vous pensez “Ah, quand j’aurai quinze ans
Je vais porter ce que je voudrai
Je vais avoir la liberté”...
Mais quand vous avez quinze ans
La vie est comme
Quand vous en aviez quatorze
Et vous pensez “Attendez! quand j’aurai seize ans”
NICOLA POTGIETER
Upper V
26
VIVE L’HOTEL!
II
y a beaucoup de facons de passer des vacances agréables. Moi, je préfëre les passer a l’hotel, dans une ville de la
cote.
Je le prefêre parce que je suis paresseuse, et que j aime faire la grasse matinée et prendre mon petit déjeuner au lit.
Je n’aime pas faire le ménage, la cuisine, la vaisselle ni mettre de l’ordre.
Quand on fait du camping sous une tente, on doit d’abord acheter une tente assez grande pour toute la famille, puis on
doit la mettre dans la voiture; alors, il n’y a plus de place pour les bagages, et il faut bien prendre de quoi s’habiller.
Quand la tente est enfin installée á l’endroit oil on veut, on s’apercoit que le terrain n’est pas plat, et que le fourneau
tombe tout le temps. On met du papier dessous et, enfin, on peut y faire cuire quelque chose. L’arome de la viande et
des pomme de terre remplit bientot l’air. Tout le monde a três faim et on s’assoit sur l’herbe avec appétit. Cinq
minutes plus tard, toutes les bestioles et insectes de la région sont autour de vous, et on est si occupé á les tuer ou á les
chasser, que la nourriture finit par être froide.
Je ne trouve pas que ce soient des vacances agréables: et vous?
JANINE AHLERS Matric
Basking
Basking
in the smog-cloud sunshine.
Like a dormant volcano, at peace.
Waiting to erupt at the slightest provocation.
The tiniest change in your cage-like
surroundings......
Like a bubbling pot, soon going to boil over.
We placed you on the lighted stove and now, in fear we watch and wait
file:///Volumes/Delivery/Roedean%20Phase2/CC/ITEM1981/Text/ITEM1981.txt[2015/01/30, 11:19:28 AM]
for that is all we can do, now that we have done this to you.
People of Soweto.
MARGOT SENNET
WAVES
Across the wind-torn skies The snowy spray is blown;
A thousand crystal droplets rise And curve and fall and clown;
And onto smooth, white, shiny beaches A silver gown is thrown.
DOMINIQUE LAROQUE MV
DIE VERLATE VISSERSBOOTJIE OP DIE STRAND
Stadig stap ek oor die goue strand, tussen die digte plantegroei en opdrifsels deur. Die water spoel oor my tone en ek
kan die sout op my tong proe.
Ek was laas hier toe ek nog jonk en onervare was. Ek onthou hoe wonderlik die lewe was. Elke dag, elke minuut, elke
sekonde wat ek gehad het, het ek hier, op hierdie selfde strand deurgebring.
My herinneringe is bittersoet. In my gedagtes sien ek, vaag en onwerklik soos op ’n ou foto, die sonnige somerdae. Die
verlate strand wek ’n skrynende verlange: hoe duidelik lê my voetspore: hoe duidelik lê my voetspore op die sand,
plek-plek egter reeds weggespoel... Die lewe het voortgegaan, maar die branders van die lewe het my op ’n verlate
strand uitgespoel.
Ek is ’n balling wat teruggekeer het — om te vind dat niemand my herken het nie. Niemand onthou my meer nie. Ek
hoort nêrens tuis nie, ek is soos hierdie opdrifsels wat op die water dryf. My lewe is leeg en betekenisloos. So leeg en
sinneloos soos die gekras van die seemeeue wat bokant my kap rondkring.
Hierdie mooi geboorteland waarna ek so verlang het, is ontvolk. Ek onthou weer hoe ek hier leer branderplank ry het,
skulpe opgetel en weer terug-gegooi het in die see. Skulpe verloor hulle bekoring en skoonheid as hulle nie in die
onstuimige see bly nie, soos mense wat geen liefde ken nie.
Ek onthou die gevoel van opwinding toe ek in my klein vissersbootjie geseil het en toe die dolfyne my geselskap kom
hou het. Hulle was vriendeliker as die mense.
Maar nou, hier op die verlate strand, wonder ek of dit alles net ’n droom was. My voetspore is weggespoel. Niemand
herken of onthou my meer nie. Wat het werklik gebeur en wat het net in my verbeelding bestaan?
Toe sien ek die verlate vissersbootjie op die strand, oud en verweer. Die naam is nog leesbaar: “Maryne”. Dit was mos
my getroue ou boot en meteens het ek bewys gehad dat die verlede wel bestaan het.
Ek besef dat ek nog ’n plekkie het waar ek inpas, ’n plekkie in hierdie land waarvoor ek so baie opgeoffer en gewaag
het.
FIONA MACAULAY Ml
With the Compliments of: Essey’s Meat Centre
27
SPIDER IN THE BATH
THE EMPTY CAGE
I plunged into my hot steaming bath, full of the day’s weariness. After a while, I felt I was being watched by eyes and
to my surprise a spider fat and hairy sat and stared. She was on the ceiling hanging by a thread from her web. She gave
me a cold eerie feeling, reminding me of an old widow, bringing her sorrows to me.
Staring at her for a few moments, a mischievous feeling came over me. I lowered my hand into the water, and brought
it up again with force, so as to splash her. I did not know if the water frightened her, but to my disappointment she
remained quite still.
I tried again, this time harder and the silk thread began to sway. She still clung on. My heart began to beat wildly. Just
then she dropped, like a stone from a cliff into my bath with a splotch.
Instantly I jumped out grabbing the towel. As I dried myself, I watched her wriggle around frantically. She stopped for
a moment and seemed to beg for mercy. Not thinking I grabbed the plug chain and gave it a yank. The plug came out
with a glug, currents began to from, pulling and whirling her about.
1 felt a kind of guilt and also had a nervous, uneasy conscience. I rushed to get my tennis racket, which was balancing
against the wall. I scooped her up just in time to save her from being sucked down the deep, dark plughole. Then
tipped the drenched little thing out of the window.
Staring out of the window for a few moments, I then turned and strolled out of the bathroom with a feeling no one
could describe.
CANDY CHRISTIE LV
MON PLUS BEAU CADEAU
file:///Volumes/Delivery/Roedean%20Phase2/CC/ITEM1981/Text/ITEM1981.txt[2015/01/30, 11:19:28 AM]
Mon plus beau cadeau a été un chien. Le ler mai, l’année derniêre, c’était mon anniversaire. J’avais quatorze ans et ma
grand-mere, qui habite en Ecosse, m’a donné une petite chienne três drole.
Elle s’appelle “Pécheresse” parce qu’elle est três méchante, mais son sobriquet est “Resse”. Elle est noire, a deux
pattes blanches et des yeux bruns.
“Resse” a maintenant un an. Elle est grande et tres belle. Mon chien blanc, qui est aussi un Labrador, aime beaucoup
“Resse”. Ils jouent sou vent ensemble dans le jardin et, de temps en temps, il nagent dans la piscine!
Hier “Resse a mangé tous les biscuits des chiens et puis elle a enterré son os dans le jardin potager! Mon pêre était
furieux!
Mais j’aime beaucoup “Resse” et chaque soir, elle dort sous mon lit.
DOMINIQUE LAROQUE Upper V
Tears flood my eyes as I stare at the empty cage and remember the good old days with my parrot. The cage used to be
filled with sounds like “Hello” and “Good-bye” and “How are you today?” It was also full of chatting and tweeting
and squawking. But now there is silence in the empty cage.
The cage that used to be filled with straw and sawdust and was brightly painted, is now a grey, rusted, dusty colour.
Nothing is to be seen in the gloomy cage except for the dust that swirls round it and gently lands on that once sparkling
clean cage.
Sometimes I see a faint picture of the cage with straw and water and all the seeds scattered across the bottom of it.
Tears reach my eyes time and time again as friends, relatives and visitors walk by and say to my mother “Oh Joan,
wat on earth do you use that good for nothing empty cage for?” And my mother repeats her usual sentence, “Susan
likes that cage, but I don’t understand why, probably because she had this nuisance of a parrot in there until it died.”
Nowadays the empty cage looks like a barred jail but then it looked like a fair of swings and mirrors. I never knew it
would turn out to be as empty and sad as this, all it really is, is a cage, but why does it make me feel the way I do
about it?
LOLA PRINCE UIV
PEACE
At dawn,
Sitting on the beach,
Watching the waves break.
Seagulls cry and circle above,
A crab scuttles past.
Capture this moment of peace Alone.
FRANCES KINGHORN UV
A LA PISCINE
Notre piscine est grande. Elle est en plein air, prês de la maison, et l’eau y est três bleue. J’aime beaucoup nager quand
le soleil brille et quand il fait beau.
Dans un des coins, il y a une beau jet d’eau, dans un autre, des plantes et des fleurs rouges, jaunes, roses et blanches.
Nous avons maintenant un animal étrange qui mange les feuilles au fond de la piscine. II s’appelle “Creepy Crauly”.
Quand je reviens de l’école et qu’il fait três chaud, je mets mon maillot et je plonge dans l’eau. J’aime faire la planche.
Mes deux freres jouent avec un gros ballon orange et vert. Ils rient beaucoup!
ALLISON BONNETT MVI
28
P. Tódter AM II
SUDDENLY LAST SUMMER.........................
It was so hot that day, as I lay by the pool, dripping oil and perspiration. The sun flamed itself down; I looked at you,
kneeling in the dirty soil, your fertile hands sowing the seeds of love into the earth, and for the first time, I looked
through my immature
and selfish eyes, and saw the real you.......
Your hair was thrown up into a scruffy bun, and smears of soil streaked your red and sweaty face. But beneath it all, I
saw such suffering and sadness in your tranquil, doe-like eyes. How I longed to run up to you, throw my arms around
you, and take all your burdens and pain from you. To hug you, and see you smile with joy, not the false movement of
your mouth, that tries to capture a smile it used to
know...... But instead, I just rolled over, rubbed
some oil into my stomach and shut out everything
with my sun-glasses......
file:///Volumes/Delivery/Roedean%20Phase2/CC/ITEM1981/Text/ITEM1981.txt[2015/01/30, 11:19:28 AM]
Another time, it had been raining, and you crept into my room, sat down gently on my bed, and started pulling off your
soaking shoes. I looked at you fiercely, from under the covers; you saw the irritation in my glare and asked: “What’s
the matter, love?”
How could I tell you? How could I put into words the pain I had endured in my own life? The trauma of growing up?
How could I describe the conflicts within myself? The turmoils of my mind and how useless I felt I was? How I felt
trapped no matter where I searched for an escape? How could I load all the miserable problems of my life onto your
sagging shoulders?
“Nothing’s wrong,” I replied, immediately looking away, feeling my only thread of hope snap within me.
Slowly you stood up and picked your dripping shoes off the carpet. From the corner of my eye I saw you drift through
the doorway. The widening void
between us slowly filling with tears as I watched you
close the door, through watery, pain-filled eyes......to
be brought up so, only to be ground down into falsity
and tears......
Then suddenly last summer you gave me a rose that you had cared for throughout the year, tended it and nurtured it,
until finaly it exploded into abundance of blood-red petals. Then you cut it........
“For me?” I gasped.
“Just for you,” you answered, finding amusement in my surprise.
I
looked at the rose and realised that without saying anything, you said it all.....and more. The soft
red petals, for love....and the thorns to show that
nothing can be perfect........
And now, two years later, 1 stand here, alone. In my hand is a bunch of flowers and in my eyes are
tears....tears of love, suffering, hardship, pain,
frustration....They run down my cheeks and mingle
there with the first cool rains of summer, falling from above.
How I wish I could have gone up to you and told
you how I felt. Told you all my problems............and
we’d have cried together. Told you how much I loved
you, even though I never showed it........and felt your
joyous embrace. It would have been a breakthrough in both our lives: an ultimate relationship, a friendship that
exceeded all limits.....
But it never was, and never can be........so now, I
stand here with these roses in my hand. They’re not
as lovely as yours......but_ you wouldn’t mind. For
you understood me, despite the barriers between us. And now, as I bend down and put the roses onto your grave, I can
almost see you smile with the joy I longed to see; the joy I’m sure you felt when you
gave birth to me......your child that never was.
MARGOT SENNET Ante Matric
L. Erlank
With the Compliments of: Juta and Co. 31
K. Shirley — Matric
32
EXISTENCE
She reached out her hand Into the bleakness
And touched the emptiness of existence
And moulded the sour air
Into a thousand unfulfilled dreams.
SOPHIA DE FAY AM
THE STRING OF PEARLS
The islands are the scattered pearls of a broken necklace,
Lying strewn and forgotten near the snapped string of bleached beach sand.
ALICE NOTTEN MV
UIT ’N DWELMSLAAF SE DAGBOEK
2
Desember 1980
file:///Volumes/Delivery/Roedean%20Phase2/CC/ITEM1981/Text/ITEM1981.txt[2015/01/30, 11:19:28 AM]
Om elfuur het ek wakker geskrik. Ek het ver-skriklik gevoel: terneergedruk en verlate. Depressie het in ’n digte wolk
oor my vuil kamertjie gehang. Ek móés meer dwelmmiddels in die hande kry, ek móés net!
Ek het omtrent ’n uur lank op die bed gelê, te swak om op te staan en te moeg vir die lewe om nog ’n dag in die gesig
te staar. Suf het ek myself afgevra wat die lewe vir my ingehou het. Onwillig het ek weer aan dwelmmiddels gedink.
Ek het wel probeer om ’n nor-male lewe te lei, maar die onttrekkingssimptome kon ek nie meer beveg nie. Dit het
gedurig gevoel asof gif-tige, kriewelende insekte onder my vel ingeboor het en dit het my pyn laat verdwyn en dan kon
ek vergly in ongelooflike hallusinasies.
Ek het traag opgestaan en doelloos deur die strate rondgestrompel. Ek het kontak met die wêreld verloor. Niemand het
my gegroet nie en aan weer-skante van my het die woelige skare verbygestroom.
Instinktief het ek links gedraai en na die ou dwelmkramer se woonstelletjie toe gegaan.
3
Desember 1980
Dit was maar weer dieselfde storie: slaap, wakker en deurmekaar, weer onder die invloed van dwelmmiddels
hallusinasies en weer slaap. Vandag het ek gelukkig net betyds die speurders raak gesien.
4
Desember 1980
Fritz is in die tronk. Nou is dit tyd om my lewe te verander. Dis moeilik, ek weet dit maar ek wil so graag deur die
samelewing aanvaar word. Ek het me-teens besef dat ek geen vriende het nie.
Die pyn en bewerasie is vreeslik. Die mure kantel en die vertrek word al hoe kleiner. Ek is bang, want ek kan voel hoe
groot harige spinnekoppe oor my vel skarrel.
Pyn, pyn, pyn, wanhoop en ellende klop dit ritmies deur my rukkende kop.........«
CAREY DUNCAN Ml
THE NEW HOPE
The warmth given off by the fire is fleeting; the wood will soon turn to ashes and there is no more.
The mother has no time to take her little boy in her great arms and warm him. Baffling thoughts occupy her numbed,
simple mind. Who would desire to live in such a place as this? And yet at this very moment they are pulling down her
simple dwelling to make way for someone else.
The sound of the graders and cracking timber fill her head. The mens’ faces are hard, emotionless. Their minds are set
on their task; that of destruction. Dust fills the cold air, blurring her vision and making her eyes water.
Her child sittting patiently looks hopefully at her vacant face. He is hungry, cold and frightened. The Coca-cola he had
been given an hour before is long since gone, and hunger gnaws at his insides.
Yet his mother doesn’t seem to be able to help this time. Once or twice he timidly asks for food. She does not hear. A
terrified deserted feeling begins to brew up inside him.
He has never seen this look of despair on his mother’s face before. He doesn’t know what lies behind it.
Suddenly the child hears a new sound, the rumbling of a bus. Friendly, smiling women handout pieces of bread and
peanut-butter and mugs of milk. The little boy eats ravenously and offers his mother a bite. She declines knowing that
it’s all he’ll get to eat today.
A new hope fills the heart of the boy.
KATE SANDER MV
33
NOTRE BAL
Le jour de la Saint-Valentin a été aussi celui du bal de Roedean. Depuis trois semaines nous faisions les préparatifs, les
décorations etc. cétait un cauchemar! Les artistes on travaillé tres dur mais, la veille du bal, il y avait encore des
peintures inachevées.
Le samedi matin, je suis allée chez le coiffeur qui a mis mes cheveux en chignon. Puis, je suis rentrée chez moi ou, á
six heures, j’ai commencé ma toilette et mon maquillage. Je portais une robe bleu vif dont le decolleté était assez
hardi. Mes chaussures étaient á talons hauts et élégantes; c’était ce qu’il fallait parce que mon cavalier était grand.
Quant á ce dernier, Sven, il est arrivé en retard, juste au moment ou je m’étais résignée á la pensée qu’il m’avait
plantée lá! Nous sommes allés chez Olivia pour le cocktail, et puis nous nous sommes dirigés vers la salle des fêtes du
lycée.
Le theme de la décoratien était ‘A Midsummer Night’s Dream’ et nous avions entrepris de créer un bois enchanté. Le
décor était bleu et vert et nous avions ficelé des ballons et des serpentins au plafond.
II
y avait des peintures sur toile sur tous les murs et dans les niches, et des chandelles sur les tables. L’air était plein
de surexcitation.
Au dessous d’une báche, il y avait le buffet froid. La nourriture mettait l’eau á la bouche. Le plat principal était une
file:///Volumes/Delivery/Roedean%20Phase2/CC/ITEM1981/Text/ITEM1981.txt[2015/01/30, 11:19:28 AM]
sorte de paëlla, mets espagnol tres appétissant. Pour le dessert, on nous a servi des boules de glace au chocolat. Ayant
déjá beaucoup dansé, j’avais une faim de loup! Le groupe a bien joué et la soirée etait embaumée et romantique. Le
vent qui soufflait légêrement était palpable et em-preint du parfum capiteux des fleurs.
Le bal a tiré á sa fin á minuit, et mon cavalier s’est exclamé: “C’était chouette!” mais la soirée n’était pas finie ....
Nous sommes allés chez Helena pour la continuer et nous y avons vu l’aube se lever! Je me suis alors faufilée dans la
maison sans faire de bruit, mais je savais bien que je serais dans de beaux draps, plus tard....
ALIX HERSOV Matric
mt |jjj|«
jj|
INCENDIE DANS LA NEIGE
J’ai passé de bonnes vacances gáchées cependant par un incident sérieux. Ma mere, ma soeur et moi sommes allés en
autriche dans un petit village char-mant qui s’appelle Kitzbuhel, pour y faire du ski. II y avait beaucoup de neige et
tout était blanc. Nous y avons séjourné deux semaines, dans un hotel qui etait
en bois.
Un matin, de bonne heure, trois jours apres notre arrivée, nous avons, tout á coup, été réveillées par un homme qui
frappait á la porte de nos chambres pour
nous dire qu’il y avait un incendie.
J’ai mis mes bottes et mon manteau, la température extérieure étant de 6°C, et puis nous avons vite descendu l’escalier
et sommes sorties. Nous avons regardé les flammes qui venaient du toit. Elies étaient grandes et lumineuses et sautaient
dans le ciel noir.
Quelques minutes plus tard, les pompiers sont ar-rivés. Ils avaient de longues échelles et de grands tuyaux qu’ils ont
employés pour éteindre le feu. Au bout de deux heures, tout était rentré dans l’ordre et nous pouvions rentrer dans nos
chambres, pour prendre nos vêtements. Nous devions partir immédiatement.
L’hotel avait été serieusement endommagé. II a fallu le fermer pour un an pour y faire des répara-tions. La télévision
autrichienne a filmé l’incendie et, le lendemain soir, nous étions sur le petit écran. Quelle sensation!
Un taxi nous avait emmenés á un autre hotel ou nous avons passé le reste de nos vacances. Nous avions eu une peur
bleue mais nous avions de la chance d’avoir pu sauver nos effets!
JACQUELINE SMILG Ante Matric 2
UNE EXPERIENCE PAS COMME LES AUTRES
Pendant les vacances, nous sommes allés á la cote, oil nous avons séjourné dans un bel hotel.
Un jour, l’aprês-midi, des amis et moi avons décidé de monter á notre chambre, au seizieme étage. Nous avons pris
l’ascenseur qui s’est arrêté entre les treiziême et quatorziême etages. II y avait six autre personnes dedans, deux
religieuses, et quatre autres femmes. Tout le monde était effrayé et les religieuses se sont mises á prier.
Une femme a appuyé sur la sonnette d’alarme.
Au bout de quarante minutes, nous avons entendu un coup en haut de l’ascenseur; c’était un pompier qui était venu
nous secourir. L’un aprês l’autre, nous sommes remontés sur un cable jusqu’au quatorziême étage et une fois saufs,
nous avons remercié le pompier.
J’etais três contente d’être encore vivante et, maintenant, je ne me sers plus que de l’escalier. KARIN HAWKINS
Ante Matric
A SURPRISE AT STATE
November 18 1976, he was president. No longer did peanuts hold any substance for him, he’d set his sights on an
unduly high goal and he had achieved it. We wonder what made him get the almost uncanny idea that he’d make it to
the presidency, that the Americans would accept him and his ignorance so readily.
Maybe it was at some Sunday lunch, the family gathered around; the traditional peanut butter and jelly sandwiches on
the offer, beers at hand that the joke was expelled - why not our son Jimmy at the White House - we’d always
wondered how the gourmets prepared their Peanut Pilaff. An all American leer, the teeth prominent, a new idea and so
it happened.
When he was serious about it all, Rosalyn was serious too. To friends the idea was so outlandish that it was just an
entertaining tale for dinner parties
it held no value. Yet he still progressed at a rapid pace - reading the correct literature - ‘America’s Economy
between the years 1963-1975’ by Lord Carlile Fitzsimmons and striding generally in the right direction.
In a short while he was fighting the primaries -kissing babies furiously in his battle against his fellow Democrats. Not
a newspaper was printed without his smile, his slim figure, his kitchy words that dripped their way into the Americans’
file:///Volumes/Delivery/Roedean%20Phase2/CC/ITEM1981/Text/ITEM1981.txt[2015/01/30, 11:19:28 AM]
hearts. It was as expected - the votes were his, the Democratic candidacy was his.
At the parties, his friends were spilling the apple sauce in their flurry and surprise - he was serious after all, yes,
serious, determined and wealthy.
In time, the proper elections began - Carter versus Ford. Ford had just spent the previous 18 months stumbling through
the presidential role and even though his face was closer to Hollywood than Carter’s, his words just weren’t American
enough. November 18, 1976, Carter won. His friends choked on their pork.
When they moved in, it was a shock to the whole Carter clan that the White House gourmets hadn’t even heard of
Peanut Pilaff.
The smile was still large, lean and hungry as he began to serve his time. It was then that he realised what Newton was
talking about in this third law -each action has an equal and opposite reaction. Every word he uttered had significance
and if he tread too harshly, he could so easily break the ice. He pondered over his smoked salmon and lemon. Lord
Carlile Fitzsimmons never told him it was like this.
In four years, Carter blundered over and over, not sure what action to take, what to say and depending heavily on his
staff, who smiled secretively even in public. He crowned his reign, finally, by favouring a raid into Iran to snatch the
American hostages. And yet his men had an accident before they even reached Teheran. If the raid hadn’t failed, an
obvious loss of life would have ensued, which would have caused an uproar of protest from whatever side. In a week,
he’d
lost any respect that his people might have had for his judgement and one Secretary of State, Cyrus Vance. The honey
had a bee after all.
The face was drawn and aged, the smile was decidedly diminished, the hair a touch greyer. How he longed for the
peanut and jelly days when he knew what he was doing. Maybe boredom was better than .this.
ANN BOTHWELL Matric
’N TIENIER VERTEL...............
Ek het baie probleme. Ek word gou verleë, ek kry gou puisies en my pa en ma laat my baie skaam voel.
Voor daardie noodlottige dag het ek en my ouers altyd lang gesprekke gevoer en ons geskille op ’n vriendelike wyse
besleg. Daar was nie baie rusies nie, tot daardie dag in Juniemaand.
Ek het my ouers gevra of ek saam met ’n paar vriendinne en vriende “Sun City” toe mag gaan. On-middelik het my pa
botweg geweier en my ma het sommer daarmee saamgestem. Ek was woedend en hartseer, want ek was die enigste
tiener in die groep wat tuis sou moes bly. Moedeloos het ek vir Tanya gebel, maar sy het gesê dat ek my nie moes
bekom-mer nie, hulle sou ’n plan beraam.
Die volgende dag het sy teruggebel en sy het baie opgewonde geklink. Sy Jiet gesê dat sy ’n eersteklas plan beraam
het. Dié Saterdagaand moes ek seker maak dat my ouers nie tuis was nie. Hulle sou my agtuur kom haal en ek moes ’n
sleutel saambring sodat ek weer kan teruggaan. Verder moes ek komberse oprol en dit so vou dat dit moes lyk asof ek
daar lê en slaap. Om drie-uur sou ons weer tuis wees.
Ek was ’n bietjie huiwerig om dit te doen, want ek was nog altyd ’n gehoorsame, soet kind, dog ek het uiteindelik
ingestem.
Alles was in die haak en het volgens plan verloop. Stilletjies het ek by my venster uitgeglip. Dit was pikdonker
buitekant. Ek kon niks sien nie.
Om drie-uur was ek weer tuis, maar o hemel, toe het ek amper gevrek — daar het my pa en ma op die bed vir my gesit
en wag. Hulle het van die hele ont-snapping te hore gekom.
My ma was baie hartseer en my pa so teleurgesteld dat hy ’n week lank glad nie met my gepraat het nie.
Nou gesels ons weer met mekaar, maar ek mag nie Vrydae uitgaan nie en Saterdae moet ek om tienuur tuis wees.
Verder is ons gesprekke baie oppervlakkig en my probleme of kêrels word in ’n ysige, afkeurende stilte gehul!
Soos ek gesê het, ’n tiener het darem baie probleme........
SANDRA JAMES UV 1
With the Compliments of: Killarney Toyota
35
DIE ROOI ROOS
Terwyl ek so sit en kyk na al die lieflike rose in die blompot, sien ek hulle nie eintlik raak nie, behalwe die een
bloedrooi roos in die middel. Dit is groter en geuriger as al die ander rose en dit herinner my aan iets, iets wat my baie
hartseer laat voel.
Ek was net twintig jaar oud toe die Eerste Wêreldoorlog uitgebreek het. Ek was jonk, lewenslustig en voortvarend en in
Italië woonagtig. Daar het die gevegte op hul hewigste gewoed.
Ons groepie soldate was net buitekant Rome, een ysige, koue nag. Ek moes waghou, ek was so naby aan die vuur as
file:///Volumes/Delivery/Roedean%20Phase2/CC/ITEM1981/Text/ITEM1981.txt[2015/01/30, 11:19:28 AM]
moontlik.
Skielik het ’n jong Italiaanse meisietjie van om-trent sewentien jaar oud stadig nadergekom. Sy het ’n koppie warm
melk van onder haar tjalie uitgehaal en vir my gegee. Ek was baie verbaas. Hoekom het sy vir my, die vyand, gehelp?
Die mense sou mos dink dat sy ’n verraaier was.
Terwyl ek besig was om die melk te drink, het sy naby die vuur kom staan. In die gloed kon ek haar beter beskou. Sy
het lang, swart hare gehad, ’n ou rooi voorskoot, kaalvoet en ’n dun, verslete tjalie om haar skouers. Die tjalie is voor
vasgesteek met ’n wit roos. Waar het sy daardie pragtige roos gevind?
Ek het die melk klaar gedrink en die leë koppie dankbaar aan haar teruggegee. Sy het effens geglimlag en toe
weggestap. Ek het haar diep in-gedagte dopgehou.
My gedagtes is skielik onderbreek deur die knal van ’n geweerskoot. Ek het verskrik opgekyk, net betyds om te sien
hoe die tingerige meisietjie vooroor swik en val. Vinnig het ek soontoe gehardloop.
Toe ek die lantern met bewende hande omhoog hou, sien ek dat sy gesterf het en stadig het die spierwit roos in ’n bloedrooi roos verander......
MARION THOMAS AM2
LA TÉLÉVISION DANS LA VIE D’AUJOURD’HUI
Depuis environ cinq ans, nous avons la télévision en Afrique de Sud, et depuis quatre ans, elle est chez moi. Avant
d’avoir un téléviseur, nous écoutions la radio, faisions des promenades ou du camping pendant le weekend maintenant, nous regardons “Sport ’81”, mais pendant cinq ans, c’était la belle campagne que nous regardions!
Quelquefois, le samedi soir, nous allions au cinéma, pour voir un film sur le grand écran, maintenant, nous restons á la
maison, pour regarder le petit écran! Nous dinons dans le petit salon á cóté de “la téloche” pendant que s’amasse la
poussiêre dans la salle á manger, et nous n’avons plus de temps pour la
conversation.
En Afrique de Sud, nous avons de la chance, pour le moment, d’avoir une seule chaine. Pensez au temps ou il y en
aura deux - ou trois, ou peut-être cinq! Toutes les families se battront sur les chaines
ft
«i «
J.
*
S£$i_ •
Tanya Monk ton
sur des questions politiques et au bout de deux ans, il y aura une guerre civile!
Mais j’aime beaucoup la télévision, et si j’enavais le temps, je regarderais le petit écran cinq heures par jour! Mais
comme je ne l’ai pas, je dois choisir mes programmes.
Mes programmes préférés sont “Dallas”, “Pop Shop” et maintenant chaque vendredi, “The Persuaders” avec Roger
Moore et Tony Curtis! Je les regarde chaque semaine et, á l’école, chaque mer-credi, nous parlons toujours de Bobby
et Pam ou de Miss Elly et Jock, et á la fin de l’année derniêre, nous nous posions même la question: “Qui a tiré sur
J.R.?”
Mais oui! J’aime la télévision, parce que c’est pause dans notre vie, et qu’elle permet de se relaxer. Quoique les
programmes soient parfois terribles, elle enrichit certainement notre vie.
MARGOT SENNET Matric
36
Ayn McKay — MV
GONE WITH THE WIND
I have always yearned for the wind to sweep away the sun and sting my face with its cold tears. I have always loved
the wind.
In bed on the sixteenth floor, with the endless sky twinkling with stars outside, I lay thinking about ghosts. The wind
sucked and tugged in the cracks until a poster flapped free. I stumbled over and thumbed the noise to an end. I leaned
on the sill with my' nose squashed against the glass, breathing mist over the cold pane. How safe I felt, looking out at
the night.
The stars threw beams of light through the misted glass. They were starting to whirl around. I watched, fascinated. I
fancied I saw a big ball of wind. It swirled with starlight, growing larger and larger. It had a body of swirling, ghostly
transparencies and I looked for the face. I saw only the heart of it — leaping and pulsating.
I sagged into my duvet, befuddled with sleep, to
dream about wind.
file:///Volumes/Delivery/Roedean%20Phase2/CC/ITEM1981/Text/ITEM1981.txt[2015/01/30, 11:19:28 AM]
This morning woke me up with a warm sun and fresh air. I stretched and breathed very deeply, like a cat. How my
muscles ached, and I liked the feeling. It is Saturday at last — a break form Mr. Market and typing. I dressed slowly
and ate a scrumptuous breakfast. Never had cereal tasted so good. I went down in the lift and passed the beggar in the
lobby. He did not seem to notice me and the tin did not shake.
I opened the glass door and the noise hit me in the face. My happy state of mind was shattered as people seemed to
bombard me from all sides. It had never been like this before. They bumped into me without even flinching or seeming
to notice me. I retreated, shocked and angry, against the wall. How rude people were!
And I edged my way past the hurrying crowd toward the bookstall where I always love to browse. Why did nobody
seem to notice me? Even the men, who usually whistled, now looked right through me!
The newspaper man waved and called to the people. I stopped to look down at the headlines on the top of a pile.
“Hurricane strike on building!” The black letters boasted. “Building collapsed — no survivors.”
I fumbled for change in my pockets and called to the seller. “I can’t wait to read about this wind,” I thought. “These
strange things always happen to others.” I was getting impatient because the paper seller was ignoring me. I rolled up
my paper and tapped him on the shoulder with it.
When he turned, he seemed to get the fright of his life. He leapt on the spot, yelling and pointing at my paper. He
dropped his bundle of papers and backed away, his eyes huge with fear. Then he spun around and ran away. Everyone
seemed to be looking at my paper with faces of awe and fear. Thinking there might be something horribly wrong with
it, I dropped it and bent down with a shrug, to read the lines of another on the pile.
“Why!” I exclaimed in surprise. “What a silly mistake the Press has made. That is my building they are talking about!”
I shrugged and entered the bookstall to read the titles.
My eye roved to a little mirror above the shelves. I am ashamed to admit that I am rather vain. I like to look at my
face. But this time, all I saw in the mirror were the shelves behind me. A little dread inside my middle struck with his
axe on my nerves. Even when I waved my hands in front of the mirror, all I saw were the books.
I knew it was all a dream. What I mean is this, reader: that sort of thing is quite illogical and totally impossible. I
would soon wake up and find it was just a dream — a nightmare.
Reader? A-hem, just a minute — are you listening? Are you LISTENING to me? Reader? Don’t look right through
me like that! Reader...................
FENELLA BEYERS Ante Matric
37
’N SONSONDERGANG
Gedurende die Desembervakansie het ek, my susters, my oom en my ouers met die “Otter-wandelpaadjie” langs
gestap. Dis ’n pragtige bergagtige streek langs die kus. Die Otterwandelpad lê tussen die Stromrivier en “Nature’s
Valley.” Ons het vyf dae lank gestap en in klein houthutjies oor-nag.
In die Kaapprovinsie word dit teen agtuur se kant al donker. Om halfsewe het ek op ’n hoë rots gaan sit en die glorie
van die sonsondergang bewonder. Die see was onstuimig en woelig en die ondergaande son het rooi op die diep,
geheimsinnige water geskyn. Dolfyne het in die see gespeel en ek het baie gelukkig gevoel.
Ek het na die golwe wat teen die rotse geklots het, gekyk en geluister. Die seemeeue het in die lug wat oranje en
rooskleurig was, rondgevlieg. Ek het so sorgvry gevoel terwyl ek besef het hoe wonderlik die skoonheid van SuidAfrika is.
Die see het my aangelok. Ek net nie moeg geword daarvoor nie, want dit het gedurig verander. Die son het laer gesak
en dit het stadig donkerder geword. Ek het lank oor die mag van die see en die natuur nagedink.
Die skuim van die golwe het in die sonlig geglinster en dit het so pragtig gelyk. so ongebonde en wild.
Toe het die son in ’n sagte pers waas verdwyn. ’n Paar steretjies het verskyn.
Gedurende die pragtige sonsondergang het ek ’n soort bevryding in my lewe gevoel wat nooit weer vasgevang sou kon
word nie.
KATHY WILLIAMS AMI
Caroline Calbum — MV
“A LITTLE OF WHAT YOU FANCY DOES YOU GOOD”
He half lay, half sat, a crumpled heap of brown rags, brown skin and hidden spirit. The ankles passed, clad in brightly
coloured stockings, boots and tailored trousers. The shoes of the women were shaped to perfection with flowered
adornments and fragile, precise heels. They hurried past in strict time, the legs rocking slightly with each step as they
balanced precarioulsy during each tiptoed movement. The men’s shoes grinned smugly under sensible city flannel and
seemed to mock the yellow-nailed toes of the beggar.
He hated the feet; hated their sureness and purpose. The current of colour passed his face, lapping at the edges of the
file:///Volumes/Delivery/Roedean%20Phase2/CC/ITEM1981/Text/ITEM1981.txt[2015/01/30, 11:19:28 AM]
pavement, but they ignored him. It seemed that he was part of the mud and refuse at the side of the stream. He had
long since hidden his envy. It had spread like a plague through his body and he lay there exhausted and feverish,
knowing only that he was tired of living, but also too tired to die.
He had wished to be like “them”, but he could not satisfy his dreams through imagination alone; images that passed
through his mind were as dull and brown as his clothes, and as cold as the concrete on which he lay. He remembered
always that he wanted money, the magic that would enable him to escape from the incessant turmoil of the crowd.
By releasing his hatred in the form of a whining, “please masta” he could provoke their guilt, and the coins that
clinked and spun of the floor were quickly gathered in a withered hand. The money gave him strength to creep, like a
wary dog, to the counter of the store. A cloud of flies leapt into the air from a dish of half-eaten food as he dropped his
arm onto the counter. The cardboard carton, which was pushed impatiently, and impersonally to him, brought a new
gleam into the clouded eyes.
The liquid was warm and bitter. With monkeyed hands clasped protectively around the carton, the beggar resembled a
hungry child as he drank. The feet continued past him and long, grey shadows stretched towards him from the stocky
grey pillars of the city buildings. The tapping of the feet seemed like the musical message of the drums at the tribal
feast and the crowd passing by like ecstatic dancers swaying to the rhythm.
He danced too: he knew always that a little of what you fancy does you good. He was ready to forgive them and he
felt happy that they now joined him and sang with him. What goodness there was in everybody.
The people gathered like ants around a brown beetle. They waved their arms and struggled to reach the centre of the
mob. The car killed him. They say that he jumped out in front of it. Well, an old man like that could not have lived
much longer NICOLETTE RANKIN Matric
38
Alex Caccia
With the compliments of: Bleekers Travel Bureau
39
Junior School
HEADMISTRESS’ REPORT
We began 1980 on a good note with high numbers. Half-way through the year, the Lower IV class was split in order to
accommodate extra pupils. We are confident that this increase in numbers will continue in 1981.
Outings are integral to the curriculum and the many and varied visits have proved both beneficial and enjoyable. The
younger members of the school visited the Traffic Training Centre, the Transport Museum, the Hillbrow Farm,
Santarama and the Snake Park. For Form I, two of their most notable outings were to the Wonderboom Stone Age Site
and Museum and a bird-watching expedition.
The older pupils watched prefabricated buildings being manufactured at the Zozo factory; they visited the Gold Mine
Museum and a diamond factory. These outings coupled with a film by Dr. Sue Hart about animals and another film,
‘Heritage from Ancient Egypt’ produced by Esmé Berman added greatly to the enrichment of Cultural subjects.
Performances of ‘Tom Sawyer’, ‘Anne of Green Gables’ and the Johannesburg Youth Ballet were enjoyed by all.
We again entered for the Creative Writing Competition, and although we did not feature in the Finals many more girls
were awarded prizes and Certificates of Merit than in the past.
The Inter-House Swimming Gala, which was enjoyed by all, was won by Lawrence House. Robynne Wheatley
received the Under 9 Breast Stroke Trophy. Alex Beckerling was chosen to represent the Transvaal Primary Schools in
the Diving Competition. Galas and tennis matches continue to be arranged against other schools, and although we have
not always been successful, the games are played keenly and seriously.
St. Margaret’s Day was the happy event it always is, with many parents turning out to see their daughters, and sons,
running the race of their lives! Scott House won the St. Margaret’s Day Trophy. The Victrix Ludorum Trophies were
awarded to Mealla McDonnell (Form I), Claudia Hochschild (Form II), Jane Notten (Form III) and Heidi Poccheisa
(Lower IV).
Pupils and staff worked hard to make Junior Day the success it was. The plays were of an exceptionally high standard,
both in production and costumes. The Grades combined to present two short plays from the Beatrix Potter stories,
“Squirrel Mutkin” and “Peter Rabbit”, which they performed with great confidence. Forms I and II’s presentation of
“Wacky and his Fuddlejig” was both lively and colourful. In their play “Pegora — the Witch”, with its magic spells,
Form III proved that good always triumphs over evil. The Lower IV acted scenes from “The Jungle Book” (with
apologies to Rudyard Kipling).
The presentation, set to words, music and dance, was
most original and entertaining.
file:///Volumes/Delivery/Roedean%20Phase2/CC/ITEM1981/Text/ITEM1981.txt[2015/01/30, 11:19:28 AM]
The Junior School was again the recipient of many
gifts. Curtains in the Fiction Library and carpets in theGrade 1 and 2 classrooms — gifts from the p.T.A. — have
added to the attraction and comfort of these rooms. Netball has established itself as a competitive winter game and in
order to cater for the enthusiasm of the pupils the P.T.A. presented two extra netball posts and four netballs to the
School. Each break time sees the girls from Form I to Lower IV practising to improve their ‘shooting’ skills. A garden
bench from Gabriele and Stephanie Schweigart-Kling, who are now living in the States, graces the courtyard, and i.t.a.
books from Mrs. Fine of the Children’s Book Shop have swelled the Grade I library.
Not only has the Junior School been happy to receive gifts in kind, but mothers have volunteered to give of their time
and services. They have transported children when it was felt that hired transport was not necessary, they have assisted
in the libraries and they have made costumes for our Junior Day.
The P.T.A. continues to take charge of the catering arrangements for Junior School functions, thus adding greatly to
the enjoyment and success of these functions.
We wish to extend our sincere thanks to parents and well-wishers who so kindly assist us in our activities.
M.KUHN
S. Charlton
40
FACES
FACES
Happy faces Sad faces
Ones that never smile Ones that are delightful Some make you nervous Others make you scared some are pale Some
are bright Some are wrinkled And others are tight Faces
TRACEY HUGGET FORM II
Faces, are different Some are
Funny like a clown Scowly like a Cross-Patch Smiley like a friend Cute like a baby Mean like the devil Faces are
always different
CLAUDIA HOCHSCHILD FORM II
Iflllljl
MB11I
lllll
■
11
L. Sousmayan
EYES
Eyes can be cruel, mean and narrow
Eyes can be happy with kind thoughts
Eyes are sometimes worried and searching for peace
Eyes can be excited
Lively, sparkling
And full of life.
EYES
Blue green Brown and black Eyes that twinkle With kindness
Eyes that are harsh and greedy Big eyes, small eyes Eyes that are blind But look out on the world Searching for light.
KATE HUGGETT FORM II
JANE WALLINGTON FORM II
MY HOLIDAY
OUR UNDERGROUND VISIT
This was the best holiday of my life as it was the first time I have been overseas and the first time I saw snow.
The first week 1 toured Israel. We had a marvellous guide called Ahood. In Tel Aviv we went to the Diaspora
Museum which describes the history ot the Jewish people. Near Tel Aviv is Jaffa which used to be an Arab village and
has a very interesting flea market where we spent an afternoon bargaining with the Arabs. Jerusalem, I found the most
fascinating city. A leading archaeologist showed us around the walls of the Old City.
After visiting Jericho, where we rode on a camel, we drove toward the Dead Sea. On the way we visited Qumram,
where the Dead Sea Scrolls were found by a young shepherd boy. Afterwards we swam in the Dead Sea after covering
ourselves with special black mud. We went to Massada by cable car where we toured the ruins. We also visited
file:///Volumes/Delivery/Roedean%20Phase2/CC/ITEM1981/Text/ITEM1981.txt[2015/01/30, 11:19:28 AM]
Tiberias where the Romans used to bathe in the hot springs. The next day we had lunch at a kibbutz in the Galilee
called Kiryat Shemona.
In Switzerland we stayed at a hotel called Surretta House near St. Moritz. The day we arrived it was snowing heavily
and a train took us from Zurich high into the mountains, 6000 feet above sea level. The scenery is beautiful with pine
forests covered with snow. The rest of the holiday was spent learning how to ski which was very enjoyable. I met
children from all over the world on the ski slope and I found the ski instructors very helpful and charming. The last
few days I skied with my brother, Gerald, and Michele who are both very good skiers and we had great fun together.
CLAUDINE FOX FORM III
AN EXCITING MOMENT
My heart beat fast as my father got off the boat and turned it to face in the right direction.
Suddenly I was free! I pulled in the jib and off I went. Faster, faster I went! Spray was shooting up at the sides,
leaving a foamy trail behind. My legs were all goose-pimpley as the wind rushed past me.
It was time to turn about! I was scared. If I made a mistake I could be stranded in the middle of the dam. Carefully I
let the jib out and steered the boat around. I let some wind fill the sail and then I pulled in the jib. I had done it! The
boat shot off. I went on for a while and then I carefully steered the boat in to
shore.
It really was an exciting moment!
ALEXIA BECKERLING FORM III
Yesterday we went to the Gold Mine Museum. One of the things we really enjoyed was going
underground.
We went into the ‘Crush’ and gave in our tickets.
A man gave each of us an orange helmet, a yellow
overall and a strap with a battery and a lamp. Then
we were ready to go underground. We went outside
to Shaft Number 14 and climbed into the cage (lift).
All thirty of us fitted in, but it was a tight squeeze.
On the way down my ears got blocked.
We got out at Level 5 which is 220 metres below
the surface. We walked along a cross-cut and saw a
development end. Here there was a rock drill and our
guide turned it on and, even with my ears closed, it
really sounded loud.
We walked on and passed an electrical sub-station. A bit further on there was a miners’ waiting place where there is a
first-aid kit with blankets and a stretcher. The guide showed us some tickets which the miners used to put there in the
morning and which they collected when they went home. If some tickets were still there, they would look for the
people who had not returned.
Along the tunnels were rails for cocopans to run along. We saw a cocopan which had a lot of rocks in it. There was
also a cabinet of dynamite which had a triangular shaped top so that no-one could put a candle or lantern on top of it.
We came to a place where two men were sitting. One was hammering the rock with a chisel while the other man was
drilling with a jackhammer. The modern method is much quicker than the old fashioned one.
After seeing the rest of the underground tunnel, we arrived back at the cage and went back up to the sunshine. I
enjoyed the tour very much.
C.
CRESS FORM III
REUSIE
Ek het ’n kat, ek noem haar Reusie, Sy het donker bruin oë En ’n pienk, pienk neusie.
Sy hardloop in die tuin,
Sy slaap in die huis
En sy eet haar kos in die kombuis.
Wanneer sy baie soet is,
Ons stoute hond Maff Kan net vir haar blaf.
Reusie is my eie katjie,
En elke dag van die jaar,
Is ek baie lief vir haar.
A.
LAMBRIANOS LAER IV
file:///Volumes/Delivery/Roedean%20Phase2/CC/ITEM1981/Text/ITEM1981.txt[2015/01/30, 11:19:28 AM]
42
FOG
L. Charlewood
A FROSTY MORNING In bed Cold, chilly, nippy.
I wrap up in my duvet And look out of the window The frosty silver grass has Crunchy crispy Crystal balls.
I hope it will be warm Later in the day!
ANITA ORBELL FORM II
EVENING IN SABIE SAND
Dark red and orange.
The sun sinks lower, in silence.
' Evening creeps up slowly.
All one can hear is the stream, gurgling and splashing.
A bird
calls sadly in the distance,
An insect
scuttles through the grass.
The leaves of the trees rustle in the breeze.
My sisters talk in low voices.
The crickets are chirping
and an owl hoots hauntingly from a nearby tree:
The sun has vanished,
night has come to the Bushveld.
JANE NOTTEN FORM III
Sweeping over the land,
A damp cloak of white Settling on objects of every kind, Covering roof-tops,
Creeping down chimneys,
Its cold fingers Moistening the air At a single touch.
And as daylight dawns,
The misty cloud Melts away Into the ground
To await the next winter morning.
JANE EMERY LIV
WAVES
Big waves
Roaring
Rushing
Dumping you on the ground While the wave goes over you You lie on the sand Under the water Gasping for breath.
PHILIPPA KRUGER FORM II
THE VICTORIA FALLS
Thundering down In torrents,
White, foamy spray Prances around,
The water falls rapidly Into the plunging
Depths of the raging, tormenting river, Which swallows it up immediately Asking for more.
The huge sheet of water
Churns
Tumbles
Roars
As it splashes down,
The multicoloured rainbow Twinkles in the indigo blue sky, Whirlpools Bubble and gurgle,
The steaming, showering waterfall Will pass over The weatherbeaten rocks For centuries and centuries.
CAMILLA WALDMAN Lower IV
With the Compliments of: Alpine Office Equipment
MY INVENTION
DIE GEBOORTE VAN JESUS
My name is Professor Candoit and as you probably know I am a famous inventor. Let me tell you all about my latest
file:///Volumes/Delivery/Roedean%20Phase2/CC/ITEM1981/Text/ITEM1981.txt[2015/01/30, 11:19:28 AM]
invention.
I have invented a machine called Jukjukdown. Jukjukdown is a pruner, a lawn mower and a trimmer. He runs on
batteries which last for ever. Juky is his nickname as Jukjukdown is often too long to call him. He is computerised and
all you need to do is to press some buttons which tell him where to go and what to do.
Juky sleeps in the pool which he cleans during the night. Really he looks like an out-of-place monster. I invented him
because lawn mowing, pruning and trimming are boring and tiring tasks for most people. If you’re in need of slimming
or exercising Juky will chase you around the garden. Whistling attracts his attention and he will come trotting up to
you like a little dog eager to find his master!
Juky is put together with special strong Condoit glue. My first attempt to make this glue was a failure as I couldn’t get
the lid off the bottle! The latter shows how strong the glue is.
The only caution needed is to make sure that when he is trimming hedges there are no people with sticking up hair
around or else he or she would be bald and you must tell him on the computer where the trees are or he might run into
one.
Jukjukdown comes with a baby, Dukdukdown who does people’s hair. 1 hope you will enjoy him and Juky. They’re
really a lot of use!
KATHERINE WALLINGTON LOWER IV
ANGER
It happened,
I walked off,
Slammed the door hard.
I locked myself in my room I could feel it coming,
Fighting to get out,
Pushing, pushing.
Suddenly I burst into tears.
I screamed,
I jumped,
I threw myself on my bed,
I kicked like a child in a tantrum,
Then I stopped,
I only cried.
I was still angry I would never talk to her again,
I hate her
She’s made me so angry She’s so horrible,
But
When I come to think of it,
Perhaps I was the horrible one?
VICTORIA MAYER Lower IV
Lank, lank gelede In een van die stede Was daar ’n baba gebore Sing die engele kore Hy sal bekend wees Het ons in
die Bybel gelees “Almal sal hom liefhê”
Het ’n skaap geblêr.
’n Paar skaapwagters (Hulle was in hul tagtigs)
Het die nuus gehoor Dat Jesus was gebore ’n Ster het hulle gelei Na ’n stal het hulle gery Binnekant was ’n seuntjie
klein God se seun, heerlik en rein.
JODI BUNYAN JANE EMERY MARY KING Laer IV
MOTHER’S HANDS These are the smooth and clean hands That picked up the baby and stroked his face and held his
hand,
That smoothed his hair and tickled his toes,
That cleaned his nose and straightened his clothes,
That held him close and hugged him,
That dressed him and caressed him,
That pressed him
Close to her body and warmed him, That layed him down and covered him,
That tucked in the blanket,
That calmed him And left him.
file:///Volumes/Delivery/Roedean%20Phase2/CC/ITEM1981/Text/ITEM1981.txt[2015/01/30, 11:19:28 AM]
TRACEY-JEAN POVALL FORM III
Morgan
44
?'>" K$w?| WÊÊËÊ^^ZÊmÊÊmmm
K. Williams
A MEMORY
When I was very small My sister called me, “Mini,”
We had a car which went Slowly all the time,
And so did I.
PENELOPE FERGUSON FORM II
SHOES
Flat shoes high shoes old shoes new shoes squiggly shoes squeaky shoes
And just plain brown school shoes.
CAMILLA JOUBERT FORM II
DAY-DREAMING IN CLASS
Boring lessons
History, Geography, Maths,
I start thinking about
Netball
Will we win?
Will we score?
How many goals?
Teacher looks at me And asks a question,
I jump with surprise What did she say?
What did she ask?
I can’t remember.
Is it History, Geography or Maths?
I know its netball this afternoon.
Will we win?
ANGELA JONES FORM II
The S.A.O.R.A.
S.A.O.R.A. OFFICIALS : 1981
Hon. President:
Judy Tren (133 Empire Place, Sandhurst, Sandton 2196)
Hon. Vice President:
Anne Jones (27 St. Andrews Street, Melrose, Johannesburg 2196)
Hon. Secretary:
Helen Norman (169 Mimosa Road, Northcliff, Johannesburg 2195)
Hon. Treasurer:
Jenny Adair (51 Oak Avenue, Athol, Sandton 2196)
Committee Members:
Ann Bothwell (Master’s Nominee), Jenny Adair, Vivian Botting, Moyra Davis, Sally Davison, Wendy Floquet, Jenny
Huggett, Anne Jones, Jane Jones, Pam Malcomson, Wendy McConnell, Liz McLaren, Helen Norman, Matty Read,
Judy Tren, Joan Webster.
Board Representatives:
Shirley Getliffe, Alison Somerville Hon. Secretary : GREAT BRITAIN:
Elizabeth Dalhuisen, 53 Clarendon Road, London W.ll Hon. Secretary : AUSTRALIA:
Heather Hugo, 45 Vickery Crescent, Bunbury, W. Australia, 6230 Hon. Secretary : NEW ZEALAND:
Marita Lee, Cherry Lea, 24 Cherry Road, Howick, New Zealand Hon. Secretary : CANADA:
Pam Vilac, 19 Tumbleweeds, 3705, 39th Ave, Vernon, British Columbia, Canada.
Hon. Secretary : Natal:
Jillian Cox, 2 Woodlands Avenue, Westville, 3630 Hon. Secretary : Cape Province:
Francis Duncan, Woodside, Rustenvrede Ave., Constantia, 7800 Hon. Secretary : East London:
Violet Botha, 40 Vincent Gardens Angle, Vincent, East London 5247 Hon. Secretary : Port Elizabeth:
file:///Volumes/Delivery/Roedean%20Phase2/CC/ITEM1981/Text/ITEM1981.txt[2015/01/30, 11:19:28 AM]
Adelaide Allchurch, 64 Prospect Road, Walmer, Port Elizabeth, 6001.
All correspondence to S.A.O.R.A. officials in Johannesburg should be addressed c/o Roedean School, Parktown,
Johannesburg, 2193, and all payments should be made payable to the S.A.O.R.A. and sent to Mrs. J. Adair at the
above address. All changes of name and address should be sent to Mrs. H. Norman, c/o Roedean School.
Information regarding the S.A.O.R.A. Bursary, the Mabel Bayley Bursary and the Old Girls’ Bursary may be obtained
from the Headmaster or from Mrs. Judy Tren.
The reserve fund is maintained at a figure of about R750 and is available to any old girl in serious financial need.
Enquiries should be made through Mrs. Judy Tren.
THE S.A.O.R.A. RESERVE FUND
Danielle Adams Mary Antypas Anne Bothwell Laura Bruce Amanda Burnett Kim Deuchar Catherine Douglas Laurie
Erlank Lise Essberger Mary-Alice Farquharson Denise Filmalter
NEW MEMBERS
56 Westcliff Drive, Westcliff, 2193
P.O. Box 22016, Newcastle, 2940
14 Central Street, Houghton, 2196
P.O. Box 30181, Lilongwe, Malawi
44 Restanwold Drive, Saxonwold, 2196
37 Desborough Avenue, Winston Ridge, 2196
21, Jutland Place, Sandhurst, Sandton 2196
66, Queen Alexandra Road, Lombardy East, 2192
46
Jane Galloway Jennifer Glover Caroline Glyn Kim Gray Glenna Haggen Vicky Heinrich Glenda Hendson Francoise
Hill Catherine Hirst Cecilia Hollingshead Gail Hung Debra-Ann Mahlfeld Monica Meyer Meredith Molesworth
Andrea Murray Margaret Notten Jacqueline Otten Hilary Peace Samantha Prior Jill Prismall Jacqueline Rankin
Nicolette Rankin Seemoir Sing Laura Sousmayan Judy Wells Clare Whiting We also welcome Annekie
P.O. Box 1895, Kitwe, Zambia
112 San Francisco Flats, Parklane, Parktown, 2193
4
Gascoyne Street, Observatory, 2198
P.O. Box 783083, Sandton, 2146
21253 Indianola Road N.E. Washington 98370 U.S.A.
P.O. Box 30011, Nairobi, Kenya 279, Daubeney Road, Mondeor, 2091 24 Torwood Road, Forest Town, 2193 8, Eton
Road, Parktown, 2193
6033 Holstein Way, Sacramento, California 95822 USA 88 Sworder Street, Reuven, 2091 109 Buckingham Ave.,
Craighall Park, 2193 50 Houghton Drive, Houghton, 2196
c/o Mrs. E. Steedman, 314 Hansworth-on-the-Hill, 369 Jan Smuts Highway, Durban, 4001
1,
Lowndesgate East, Fricker Road, Illovo, 2193 8 Boundary Road, Houghton, 2196 1 Keyes Court, Keyes Avenue,
Rosebank, 2196 91 Forest Road, Athol, Sandton 2196 32 Tyrone Ave., Parkview, Johannesburg, 2193 P.O. Box 97412,
Petervale, 2151 Clovers, 64 First Road, Hyde Park 2196 7, St. Paul’s Road, Houghton, 2196 170 Caroline Street,
Brixton 2092 48, The Valley Road, Westcliff, 2193 5, 12th Avenue, Lower Houghton, 2196 7, 5th Avenue, Parktown
North 2193 Kleynhans, Jean Norrington and Lyn Taitz.
, Wall km
ills
III
; '4
• O’ !! T'i>l
*
* • v,} ^4^'
- II ■ f;fl: fllf /Íj\
•
K m I 11 L m
A ÉfcSf II h
S i T'V }■;. ./ I I. >?{ frill Ik II
r
K. Walker
M. McCulloch
file:///Volumes/Delivery/Roedean%20Phase2/CC/ITEM1981/Text/ITEM1981.txt[2015/01/30, 11:19:28 AM]
With the Compliments of: Sea World
47
SOME RECENT ACADEMIC ACHIEVEMENTS
Leonae Blecher (Brown) Jillian Carman (Barry)
Margaret Jane Craig Marian Craig Pandora Fraser McDonald Dale Grant-Hodge Jenny Grant-Hodge Jessica McCarter
(Blades) Helen Rallis Judy Roberts Marianne Sharpe Dianne Smith (Harris) Philippa Stratten Elizabeth Swemmer
Sarah Tilbury (Garden)
Performers Licentiate on the Pipe Organ (Unisa) August 1980 M.A. (History of Art) (Unisa) March 1980
H.S.R.C. Bursary for field research in France (12th Century Portal Sculpture)
August—Oct. 1979
Nursery School Teachers’ Diploma
Higher Diploma in Education
M.A. Clinical Psychology 1980
C.A. Board Exam 1980
B.Sc. (Natal) Teachers Diploma
B.Soc. Sci (U.C.T.) 1979
B.A. (Phys. Ed) (Rhodes) 1980
Diploma in Horticulture
B.A. (Wits) 1980
M.Sc. (Botany) and H.Dip. Ed.
B.A. (U.C.T.) 1980
H.Dip.Ed (Wits)
B.A. Languages (U.C.T.)
ENGAGEMENTS liana Berns to Victor Lampert Georgina Findlay to James Martin Karen Grimaldi to Michael
Kenyon
MARRIAGES
Sally Ascham to Lloyd Pengilly
Dairin Leigh Bell to Kamal Moukarzel
Jessica Blades to Edward Andrew McCarter
Alison Gillwald to Robert Morrell
Judy Halstead (Gemmill) to Maurice Mackenzie
Jenny Henwood to Dick Garstang
Frances Lapping to Richard Howard
Susan Matterson to Gordon Jackson
Megan Pilcher to Shaun Maynard
Suzanne van der Byl to Ivan Malleson
Lindsay Young to Mr. Prisgrove
BIRTHS
Elizabeth Adams (Swan) a daughter — July 1980 Hilary Aubert (Mackay) a daughter — Colette — June 1980
Deborah Bond (Hawkes) a daughter — Nicola Henrietta — October 1980 Helena Carrara (Ferrao) a daughter —
Stephanie — March 1980
Alison Delaney (Wardrop) a daughter — July 1980 Patricia Dempster (Heberlein) a son — Nicholas Anthony —
February 1980 Gillian Eyre (Stuttaford) a son — Richard — July 1980
Maryon Goodwin (Hearn) a daughter — Hayley — June 1980
Ann Hecht (Lefebvre) a daughter — Karen — May 1980
Jacqueline Herring (Pinnell) a daughter Sarah Louise September 1979 Ann Kerr (Mitchell) a daughter — February
1981 Alison Lawrie (Atmore) a son — February 1981 Jacqueline Lee Son (Chan Yan) a second son, Jonathan Scott —
May 1979 Judith McLeish (Whyte) a son — John Graham Damian — December 1980 Ursula McGregor (Puckridge) a
son — Robert — January 1980
Sally Matthews (Anderson) a daughter — Marita — September 1980 Lucienne Raab (Powell) a son — Anthony
Robert — September 1980 (who is also a grandson of Reina Powell (Albert)
Isabelle Ulrich (Ferrao) a third son — Eduardo — October 1980
Nicola van Berkel (Pirow) a son — Gregory George March 1980
Bridget Wessels (Hahn) a second daughter — 1980 Frances Winckworth (Wells) a daughter — Mary Russel — April
file:///Volumes/Delivery/Roedean%20Phase2/CC/ITEM1981/Text/ITEM1981.txt[2015/01/30, 11:19:28 AM]
1980
WE OFFER OUR SINCERE SYMPATHY TO i£M1LIES OF THE FOLLOWING OLD GIRLS
Ella Luthje
Ina Hayhoe (Corbett)
Ina Gee (Cullen)
Edna Thistleton Dame Lucy Sutherland Kathleen Dwyer (Graham)
Dora Graham (Eland)
Bessie Stephenson (Murray)
48
WE OFFER OUR SINCERE SYMPATHY TO THE FOLLOWING OLD GIRLS
Jenifer Grover (Stephenson) and Margaret Beck (Stephenson) on the death of their mother Bessie Stephenson (Murray)
Beth Still (Roberts) and Pam Malcomson (Roberts) on the death of their father Sally Joan Hey wood on the death of
her father Elizabeth du Bourg (Wade) on the death of her father Patricia Ord (Holliday) on the death of her husband,
and also Gillian Vorster (Ord) and Gillian Butler (Ord) on the death of their father Helen Rallis on the death of her
mother Miranda Ballingall on the death of her father Barbara Bunting (Dodds) and Elizabeth Roberts (Dodds) on the
death of their father.
Barbara Annecke (Philcox) on the death of her husband.
OBITUARIES JOYCE JONES (GRANT)
Joyce had a distinguished career at Roedean from 1912 to 1920 being Head Prefect, Hockey Captain and a member of
the Cricket and Lacrosse teams. Her father died when she was very young and she was one of the first boarders at the
school.
Joyce returned to Roedean to be on the staff until 1924 and thereafter remained in close contact with the School, as she
was elected Secretary of the South African Old Roedeanian Association from 1924 to 1936. She became President in
1942 and Honorary President of the Association in 1950.
She married George Jones, who was on the staff of the Rand Daily Mail, in 1924 and in 1950 they moved to Parys,
O.F.S. Joyce spent most of her working life in organisations which helped others, such as the Red Cross and Bantu
Animal Welfare. She had a great love for animals, especially dogs. Her other love was gardening and again she spent
much of her time help: ing other people in their gardens. With whoever she came into contact, she ended up helping in
some way
—
black or white, old or young.
To me, Joyce’s great example was her wonderfu spirit of independence and “getting on with things . She spent little
time or thought for herself — there were always more important things to do. She was a tremendously loyal friend,
with a total acceP^n^ of one’s faults and mistakes. She never judged ot
^Always grateful for what she had - she was especially grateful for her clear mind and mcredibk memory, right up to
her last few days. Her las few months were full of pain and discomfort but she never complained and was an example
to us all. :>ne will be deeply mourned.
ANNE JONES
DAME LUCY SUTHERLAND
Dame Lucy Sutherland DBE FBA FRSA, who was Principal of Lady Margaret Hall, Oxford from 1945 to 1971, died
on 20th August at the age of 77. A distinguished historian of the 18th Century, Dame Lucy was also a Pro-ViceChancellor of Oxford University from 1960 to 1969 and had been made an Hon Fellow of Lady Margaret Hall in
1971.
Lucy Stuart Sutherland was born on 21st June 1903, the only daughter of two graduates of the University of
Melbourne. Soon after her birth the family removed to South Africa and it was from Roedean School, Johannesburg
(of which she always retained very happy memories) that Lucy Sutherland entered the University of Witwatersrand
where a first class honours degree in 1924 was followed by her election as Herbert Ainsworth research scholar. A year
later, she proceeded to Somerville College, Oxford to read Modern History. In 1941 she entered war-time Civil
Service to become first, principal and then assistant secretary at the Board of Trade. Four years later she was elected
Principal of Lady Margaret Hall. It was here that she reached her greatest heights. At a time when the women’s
societies were advancing towards the full collegiate status finally accorded then in 1960, it was of immense benefit to
the Hall to have at its head a woman of Miss Sutherland’s statesmanlike vision. Her wisdom and far-sightedness, her
clear understanding of financial matters, her business-like handling of committees, her vigorous realism, tempered by
discretion, all combined to make her an ideal chairman.
To her colleagues she was always accessible and her constant vigilance and encouragement, no less than her occasional
file:///Volumes/Delivery/Roedean%20Phase2/CC/ITEM1981/Text/ITEM1981.txt[2015/01/30, 11:19:28 AM]
criticisms did much to ensure the maintenance of a very high standard of tutorial responsibility. She would have been
the last to claim credit for the excellent results obtained by the Hall during her term of office, but there can be no
doubt that its increasingly high academic reputation owed a great deal to herself. It was largely her resolution which
brought the splendid new library into being, an achievement of which she was justly proud.
A surface forthrightness and the habit of incisive and very rapid speech sometimes gave an impression of inflexibility
and could prove alarming at a first encounter, though they could hardly conceal the zest and gaity that made her such a
delightful companion. Those who knew her best were aware of the deep humanity and unflinching courage which
sustained her through what was, in one sense, a lonely life. Self-pity in any form was abhorrent to her and her spirit
never faltered. By virtue of her personality, no less than of her gifts as a scholar and administrator, she was
outstanding among the academic women of her generation.
(From “The Times” (London) Thursday August 21st 1980)
NEWS OF OLD GIRLS Owing to the unprecedented response to the newsletter forms this year, we hope that some
Old Girls will not be unduly upset if we appear to have pruned their news rather drastically.
SOUTH AFRICAN NEWS
Old Girls will be pleased to learn that The Wilds has been declared a National Monument, which would please the
heart of Gwen Edwards who toiled so hard and tended the plants with such loving care when the idea of The Wilds
was first conceived.
Carol May Barry travelled overseas after graduating with a B.A. from U.C.T. She is now studying for an L.L.B. at
Stellenbosch University.
Pamela Lister (Mosse) is working as Secretary to the Town Clerk in Durban. She would love to hear from any Old
Girls living in or visiting Durban and hopes that the Natal Branch of the S.A.O.R.A. will organise another reunion
soon.
Mymie Vos (Vermooten) is now living in Parktown North, Johannesburg, and is studying Honours in Library Science
through UNISA. She is in contact with Clare Walker, Sally Lannspack (Duffield) and Moyra Lang (Power).
Samantha Prior is doing a six months Secretarial Course before proceeding to London to attend the Cordon Bleu
School there. She will be happy to meet or entertain any Old Girls visiting London where her address will be — 18
Bray-House, Duke of York St, SW17 6JU. Phone 630-0512.
Eileen Sheppard (Black) has retired from teaching but does occasional work at U.C.T. with her husband. One of their
sons is a doctor in Birmingham and the other an accountant in Stellenbosch. Eileen’s sister Lesley Frith (Black) lives
near her in Cape Town, while her eldest sister Mary Tom (Black) is in Port Elizabeth. Elizabeth Black, the youngest
sister lives in the U.K. All four sisters attended Roedean between 1926 and 1946. Eileen recently attended an
exhibition of Mary Hart’s paintings. Mary is living in Cape Town where her son, Simon, is also a well-known artist.
Michaela Prunotto is her final year B.Sc at Wits, majoring in Botany and Zoology. Michaela was recently in Houston
Texas where she met Sabrina Scorcelletti who is now married to a lawyer. Sabrina may visit South Africa in the near
future.
Laura Henderson is making a great success of her career with a computer firm. Last year she was one of two women
sent by her firm to a symposium in Portugal. This symposium was attended by one hundred men from America, Africa
and many European countries. This year Laura has been sent to Sydney, Australia, on a year’s contract to establish a
branch for her firm and to liaise with distributors for the
marketing of their products. Well done Laura!
Marian Craig has just completed her Higher Diploma in Education and is now teaching at Athlone Girls High. Marian
is converting to Judaism and will be married in April. Anne Schoeman is a close friend of Marian’s and she is also
engaged to be married. Marian saw Juanita Anderson at University
recently.
Margaret Craig recently completed her Nursery School Teachers’ Diploma and is now teaching at the Nursery School
Teachers Training College in Johannesburg and at the same time studying for her
B.A. degree through UNISA.
Joan Mudd (Cross) writes that she is happily settled in Plettenberg Bay. She enjoyed having Barbara Hamilton to stay
last year.
We hear from Beryl Bartlett (Lewis) that she graduated at Wits in 1941 with an M.B.Ch.B. and then spent 37 years
working in various hospitals in Rhodesia, England, Scotland, Canada and South Africa. She qualified as a Paediatrician
overseas and later took a higher degree in Paediatrics, so that her work was mostly in children’s hospitals. Beryl retired
in 1978 and is living in Port Elizabeth where she devotes her time to her house, garden, orchards and dogs. Enjoy your
well-earned rest Beryl.
file:///Volumes/Delivery/Roedean%20Phase2/CC/ITEM1981/Text/ITEM1981.txt[2015/01/30, 11:19:28 AM]
Hazel Polonsky (Lipschitz) writes that her granddaughter Claudia Hochschild is a pupil in the Junior School and loves
it as much as Hazel did nearly 50 years ago! Hazel doesn’t feel that old and still plays golf regularly.
Elizabeth McLaren (Macnab) tells us that Jean Thornley (Husworth) returned to South Africa after 42 years absence
and “absolutely adored her visit to Roedean”. Elizabeth enjoyed having her daughter Marita Lee (McLaren), her
husband and two sons, Alastair and Hamish who spent three months in South Africa last year. Marita enjoyed the
reunion lunch for the years 64-69 and has had two S.A.O.R.A. lunches in New Zealand where she lives.
Sarah Jobling (Henwood) is living in Kriel, Transvaal and loving her involvement as a Deacon’s wife in a vast parish
where she has been happy to meet some “older” Old Girls. Her daughter is now in Form III at Roedean.
Stella Goldstein (Houtakker) gave a reunion luncheon in Cape Town for her sister, Betty Trew (Houtakker) as well as
Pam Rothschild (Monro), Elsie McKerron (Healey), Dorothy Normand and Audrey Fry (Normand).
Kathleen Sewell obviously derives great pleasure from her painting holidays. Last September she went with a group of
about 14 artists to Ross-on-Wye in England for a week, then through London to the Greek Island of Paxos for 2
weeks. In October Kathleen accompanied a group of 33 painters to Ceres in the Cape and came third in a group
competition her prize was a cheese from the local factory. Kathleen lives in Ramsgate, Natal.
Helen Rallis completed her degree of B.A. (Phys Ed) at Rhodes University last year. This year she is
50
reading for an Honours degree in Geography at Wits.
Julian Carman (Barry), now living in Parkview Johannesburg is the Senior Professional Officer at the Johannesburg
Art Gallery and the Secretary-Treasurer of the Medieval Society of Southern Africa. Jillian writes that her sister Susan
Hay (Barry) will be visiting South Africa in February/March 1981 with her husband and small daughter. They have
recently moved to a house in Surrey. Patricia Babtie (Barry) is still living in England.
Ursula McGregor (Puckridge), who is living near Geneva with her husband and year old son, will be visiting Molly
McGregor (Brook) in March this year.
Lilith Wynne (Bond) is happily settled in Cape Town now and enjoying the Summer and Winter Schools at U.C.T. She
has met Ann Williams (Duncan) and Libby Parker (Rae) in Cape Town.
Frances Winckworth (Wells) had a daughter in April 1980. She is still teaching Zulu at Michaelhouse and enjoys being
a country housewife.
Veronica Boniface (Plumstead) says that her twin daughters are in Standard 4 at Durban Girls’ College and she is
heartsore that they cannot attend Roedean. She writes that Glynne Barnes (Wilton) is living on a tea estate in Malawi
and Aisne Rascher (Stoker) is living in Maritzburg.
Karin Iuel (Carst) who is still farming in the Haenertsburg area writes that her daughter Marietta Iuel is thoroughly
enjoying life in the Seychelles as caterer and cook on a yacht stationed there and used for chartered trips. It is pretty
hard work at times!
Elizabeth Adams (Swan) kindly supplied us with the addresses of two “missing” Old Girls — Caroline Carter
(Morgan) and her sister Elizabeth Evans (Morgan), both now living in England.
Dilys Compton (Spear) leads a very active life on her tobacco farm near Barberton, where she assists her husband in
farming matters. She is interested in Black education, housing, clinics, birth control and first aid and also manages to
enjoy such hobbies as flower arranging, painting and tennis, while her two sons are weekly boarders in White River.
Dilys corresponds with Jennifer Handel (Hunt) who is happy in Canada.
Angela Keene who has passed her first year bachelor of Primary Education at J.C.E. writes that Patricia Keene and
Jean Craig are both in their second year of Nursing at the Johannesburg Hospital, while Jessie Park-Ross is studying
Optometry at the-Johannesburg Technicon, after completing a
secretarial course.
Katharine Whitelaw achieved a Secretarial
Diploma from a college in Oxford last year and is now working in Johannesburg before going to University next year.
Tobina Johnston trained at the same secretarial college as Katharine.
When Margaret Mansfield (Hansy) was in Johannesburg last year, she met up with Rhona Lake (Schrader) who was on
a short visit to South Africa in search of the sun. Rhona and her two grown-up
sons live in London where she teaches English to non-English-speaking children.
Jacquetta Hope (Hardy) and her husband Ron, have reluctantly left Zimbabwe and are now living at Fort Cox in the
Ciskei where Ron is lecturing at the Agricultural College.
Old Girls who enjoyed their art lessons with Elaine Marriott will be interested to know that she is moving from
Himeville to Ho wick in April. Elaine provided us with the address of Pam Bullivant (Youldon) who also lives in
Himeville.
file:///Volumes/Delivery/Roedean%20Phase2/CC/ITEM1981/Text/ITEM1981.txt[2015/01/30, 11:19:28 AM]
Gillian Eyre (Stuttaford) and her civil engineer husband and baby son have moved to Ruacana, S.W.A. where they
expect to stay until 1982. Wendy McConnell (Stallard) now has two daughters at Roedean.
Pandora Reinecke (Roberts) writes that her sister -Judy Roberts has obtained a Diploma in Horticulture and did the
practical work for it in Israel during 1980. Judy will be working in Pretoria this year.
Congratulations to Elizabeth Rossiter (Ogilvie) on winning first prize in the Woolboard Weaving Competition and also
having a piece of her weaving included in the International Tapestry Exhibition which toured the country. Well done!
Elizabeth lives near Secunda where she teaches weaving and spinning to a very interesting cosmopolitan group. One
of her old school friends Muriel Blackett (Richardson) is also very involved with spinning and knitting in Cornwall.
Elizabeth writes ihat her daughter Jean Wildman (Rossiter) and her husband are now happily settled at Llandudno in
the Cape. Last year Jean and Dave went on a wonderful climbing holiday in the Himalayas, leaving their two
daughters with a delighted granny. Wendy Wood (Rossiter) and her husband and three children live in Nelspruit where
Wendy has a morning job at the Research Institute.
Jill Cox (Key) and Diane Sampson (Denoon Duncan) are busy organising an International Law Conference in Durban
in April and an Association of Law Societies meeting in September. In July Jill takes over the executive of the S.A.
Society of Medical Women for a four year stint as Chairwoman.
Jo Gear (Lister) sends us news of Christine Gordon-Smith who is due to retire from the Malawi Government Service
in April and intends to settle in Johannesburg after her retiral leave, which she will spend travelling in Europe, Britain
and America.
Jacqueline Eisenberg (Saling) has moved to Forest Town where she works at home as a Remedial Therapist.
Jacqueline is married to a member of the Symphony Orchestra and has three children.
Phillida Kingwill (Plumstead) enjoys being a Karoo farmer’s wife near Graff Reinet. She runs a small leather and
sheepskin factory to create jobs for African women and serves as President of the Graff Reinet N.C.W. Among the Old
Girls that she meets in the district are Bertha Halse (Spoel) who breeds and judges Suffolk sheep, Brenda Sharatt
(Gillespie) and Priscilla Forward (Gibb).
With the compliments of: Walter A. Chlpkin (Pty) Ltd.
51
Having achieved a B.Mus and H.Dip.Ed at Wits, Elizabeth Swemmer is now studying for her Masters in music. Susan
Lorentz has also just completed a degree; a B.A. at U.C.T. and is now working in Cape Town as a textile designer.
Her sister Antionette Lorentz is nursing at Greys Hospital in Maritzburg.
Jessica McCarter (Blades) was married in July last year. Her husband, Edward, is a civil engineer involved with the
construction of the Elandsjagt Dam near Humansdorp, so they are living at St. Francis Bay. Jessica finds this an idyllic
spot, but a far cry from her busy life as a lecturer in the Nursing Department at U.C.T. She recently saw Susan Stott
(Marchant) who was on holiday after completing her housemanship at the Johannesburg Hospital.
Frances Duncan (Payne) reports that the O.R.A./S.A.O.R.A. held a very successful luncheon at the house of Mary
Mullins (Otley) in Cape Town. Forty three old Roedeanians were present and Petronella Jarvis from Roedean Brighton
made a speech thanking Mary Mullins for her hospitality. As a result of this get-together, one of our bursary funds
benefitted by R44. Thank you Cape Town Old Girls.
Philippa Stratten graduated with a B.A. at U.C.T. last year and is now doing her LL.B. at Wits. Philippa sent news of
many friends: Sue Rodwell, Kirsten Welch, Janet Bothwell, Sally Park and Clare Lister are all pursuing their various
degrees at Wits. Marianne Sharpe is now studying for her teaching diploma at J.C.E. Phoebe Anderson is training with
the Wits television unit on Campus. Brigid Hamilton-Russell is studying marketing through UNISA. Deane Jones is
doing her B.A. at Victoria University in Canada. Jean De La Harpe is S.R.C. Secretary at Wits. Mel Ferrandi and Lucy
Stratten are sharing digs in Cape Town. Kim Lappeman, Cecily Murray, Pippa McDougall and Karen Grimaldi all
have become engaged recently.
Ann Kerr (Mitchell) had a baby daughter in February this year. Another great granddaughter for Roedean! Maryon
Goodwin (Hearn) had a daughter in June last year. Her sister Diana Seccia (Hearn) is expecting her second child in
June and is still living in Italy.
Elsie McKerron (Healey) has been overseas for the last few years to visit her daughter and her sister Jane Calder
(Healey) Jane has returned to the convent at Stanbrook Abbey after a few years doing outside work. Elsie usually stays
with Dorothy Normand and her sister Audrey Fry (Normand) while overseas. Elsie is in close touch with many Old
Girls in Cape Town and together they enjoy U.C.T. Summer School, ballet and plays.
Olivia Anne Pearce (Murray), who has her hands more than full with her six children, still had time to write that she is
looking forward to seeing her sister Brigid Limerick (Murray) in July when she arrives from Australia with her
husband and two children. David Limerick, a Professor at Griffith University, Brisbane, will be doing a three week
file:///Volumes/Delivery/Roedean%20Phase2/CC/ITEM1981/Text/ITEM1981.txt[2015/01/30, 11:19:28 AM]
lecture tour of South Africa. Brigid will be busy visiting her sisters
Jennifer Kromberg (Murray and Liz Murray in Johannesburg, Meg Barbour (Murray) and Olivia Anne in Natal, and
their mother Grace Murray (Hardy) in George. Liz Murray is currently managing the Training and Development
Department of a pharmaceutical firm. She sent us news of Ruth Williamson who spent a month on Gough Island with
a research team last year, and is now flying around the world accompanied by Pandy Fraser McDonald. Pandy
received her M.A. in Clinical Psychology in
1980. Ros Smith was married in February and is
living in Orange Grove.
Elizabeth Lane (Bristowe) had an interesting trip to Germany and Israel last year. Her two sons will both be finished
school by the end of 1982. Elizabeth regularly plays tennis with Beth Still (Roberts) who is very busy with her
gardening work — she also helps with the Roedean garden.
Joy Yeats (Dare) has moved from Lesotho to Natal. She sent us the address of her great friend Elizabeth Elliot (Clark)
who is also in Natal. Both these Old Girls have recently lost their husbands.
Janine Burrus has been accepted by the U.C.T. Drama School and will be doing the Drama Diploma concurrently with
her B.A.
Sarah Tilbury (Garden) and her husband intend to travel for the next four years, but expect to settle in South Africa
eventually.
Congratulations to Jenifer Hallett — The Transvaal Teachers’ Association have published her new booklet
“Introducing Nature to Young Children”, as well as a supplement to her First booklet “Creative Activities with Young
Children”.
Daphne Anderson (Deacon) tells us that her sister Olwen Spence (Deacon) is off to live in Saudi Arabia for nine
months, while her husband does a job there. Vicky Anderson is working in London and enjoying the life there
enormously.
Joy Stuart (Baker)’s grandchildren on the farm and in Johannesburg take up a lot of her time, but she managed a lovely
trip overseas to Israel, Rome, Oberammergau and England.
Noel Townsend (Holland) writes that Margaret Shakerley (Macintosh) moved temporarily to Weenen in Natal, but will
be back in White River in April. She missed Margaret and also Anne Cassidy who is now living in Somerset West.
She heard from Nan Sadler (Pellatt) in Sydney that she will soon be a mother-in-law, and from Penny Pargiter
(Manners) knee deep in mud in the depths of Somerset. Noel also corresponds with Molly Rathbone (Mills) who is
leading an incredibly active life, egged on byher laatlammertjie” Rosie. Congratulations to Noel
and her husband Ian on their 25th Wedding Aniver-sary.
Paula van Deventer (King) very much enjoyed a magnificent tea arranged by Gill Moorecroft Brown (Meyer) where
she saw Jenny Eedes (Webster), argie Christie (Walling), Tina Pretorius (Berry) Jenny Slaughter (Bosazza), Dot Priest
(Lulofs) and Charlie Brickhill (Laing), and they all laughed at old school photographs.
52
OVERSEAS NEWS
Heather Wilton (Taylor Smith) has sent news of her sister Anne Chappel (Taylor Smith) one of our “missing” Old
Girls. After graduating from Wits with B.Sc. Honours and M.B.Bch degrees, Anne married Dr. C. Chappel and
emigrated to Sydney Australia, where she is now in Medical Practice. Anne has three children.
Gael van Ierland (Crawford-Nutt) is halfway through her Graduate Diploma in Library Studies and is very busy
working part-time as a librarian and attending Suzuki violin lessons with her two young daughters. She would like to
know if there are any other Old Girls of her era living in Perth or elsewhere in Australia.
Patricia Hindle (Margrie) writes from New Zealand to say that last year’s highlight was the Old Girls’ luncheon held
in Auckland when Sue Leuner (Roberts) was visiting there.
Pam Vilac (Kuilman) our Secretary for Canada writes to say how much she enjoys this job of keeping in touch with
Old Girls in Canada. When she wrote the town of Vernon was in the midst of its annual Winter Carnival — apparently
ten days of undiluted fun. She sent best wishes for Foundation Day and hoped that just for once Bears would win the
swimming gala. They did! Margaret Le Riche (Cardross-Grant) another Canadian, is thrilled to have her first grandchild — a little girl. Yet another Canadian Jacqueline Lee Son (Chan Yan) has a second son and would be very happy
to see any Old Girls travelling in Canada.
From America, ex American Field Scholar Kim Tripp writes that she is now studying Plant Sciences and Botany at
Cornell University. She is touched that Roedean remembers to keep in contact with her so faithfully and sends her best
wishes to all.
Moyra Davis (Henderson) informs us that Sally Wilkinson (Antrobus) editor of Safari Club Magazine in Tucson,
file:///Volumes/Delivery/Roedean%20Phase2/CC/ITEM1981/Text/ITEM1981.txt[2015/01/30, 11:19:28 AM]
Arizona, has been awarded a prize for the outstanding journalist in the field of outdoor writing. In December Sally was
invited to Korea to observe the steps being taken to conserve species and habitat there. Well done Sally!
Jenny Berline (Scott) visited South Africa in 1979, but is now back in San Francisco where she is kept busy as a parttime teacher and part-time student.
Prunella Fiddian-Green (Macrobert) has lived in Anh Arbor for over 4 years. Her husband is Professor of Surgery at
the University of Michigan. They have three daughters and Prunella is very involved with the school they attend and is
currently employed as the co-ordinator of a programme which brings grandparents into the classroom in order to
bridge the apparently large gap between American
children and the older generations.
Diana Graham (Dart) is living in South Carolina, running a practice and continuing with her speciality -Pathology. She
has two children --the eldest aged seven travels 60 miles to school and back each day and his four-year-old sister w.U
join him in
September!
Susan Jackson (Matterson) married in July 1980 and is now studying for her Masters Degree in Ethnomusicography at
Indiana University.
Gwen Cross-Upcott (Devenish) sends her warm wishes to Roedean from her home in Jersey and thanks the
S.A.O.R.A. for remembering her “all these many years”.
Diana Peaver (Devonport) and her husband have bought a house in Norfolk, near the sea, for their eventual retirement.
After 2V2 years in Egypt, Jacqueline Herring (Pin-nell) and her husband and two small children are now happily
settled in London. Jacqueline is in frequent contact with Dairin Moukarzel (Leigh Bell) who was married in 1979.
Joanna Burrows (Hamilton) has an interesting and busy life as a Community Physiotherapist in Berkshire where she
runs classes for “ante-natals”, through “child asthmatics” and up to “elderly keep-fits”. She sees Gillian Smith (Allen)
occasionally and is sure that Gillian would like Old Girls to contact her in Milton Keynes, where she works at a school
for the handicapped.
Ethne Bovet (Orr) feels rather out of touch with Roedean having not visited South Africa since 1973. Ethne has spent
the last seven years travelling between England, Switzerland and the U.S.A., but now intends to settle in Switzerland.
Some Old Girls may remember Ethne’s two daughters, Philippa and Deonora who were in the Junior School during the
war years. Last year Philippa was appointed Associate Dean of Radcliffe College, Harvard, while Deonora has two
children and lives in Surrey. Ethne is in touch with Daphne van Campen (Houtakker) and Elinor Brett (Knecht).
Helena Carrara (Ferráo) writes from Switzerland that her third child a daughter, was born in March
1980. Helena has two sons as well. Isabelle Ulrich (Ferráo) has recently had her third son in Lisbon. Isabelle teaches
English at a language school. Her headmaster is Paul Mazery who used to date Roedeanians! Isabelle is very homesick
for South Africa and thirsts for every bit of news; she even subscribes to the “Sunday Times” and has a special radio
which can pick up the news direct from South Africa.
Nearer home Sally-Anne Colam writes from Zambia, where she has opened a dancing school and works part-time in
the theatre. She has also completed an I.A.T.A. travel course.
Laura Kyle (Charbonnier) and her husband are now in Zambia on a two year contract. They are both computer analyst
programmers. They spent two years travelling overland from Switzerland to India. Laura says that Diane Janman
(Brake) emigrated to New Zealand with her husband and young son in 1976.
Margaret Betram (Ramsay) has moved to Kenya with her husband and two children as from January
1981, and wonders if there are any Old Girls in Nairobi? While in England Margaret often saw Sandra Picton
(Huggett).
53
Ilona Johnson is working as a community artist for Save The Children Fund in Colchester, Essex — the main aim of
the job being to save bright delinquents from Borstal. Ilona did testile design at Hornsey College of Art for two years
and then changed to Fine Arts and obtained her degree in this at Maidstone College of Art, where she won the All
England Plascon Art Prize and a scholarship into the Royal College of Art to study Environmental Art. Well done
Ilona!
Vivienne Goodall (More) writes from London where she enjoys life but misses South Africa. She
was able to put us in touch with Julia Ball (Orimston) who is now living at Kwambonambi in Zululand.
Diana Dickon Forrester (Hall) is also living in London and was able to tell us that another missing” Old Girl, Patricia
Kuhling (Sheen) is living in America. Diana Peaver (Devonport) is also living in America — temporarily in Los
Angeles while her husband works there, and has visited the San Gabriel Mission Church nearby which had 3000
Christenings in 1980, and has been mentioned in the Guinness Book of Records.
file:///Volumes/Delivery/Roedean%20Phase2/CC/ITEM1981/Text/ITEM1981.txt[2015/01/30, 11:19:28 AM]
Laurie Erland — Matric
54
Olivia Leitch - A Matric
With the Compliments of: Nucleus Eduestlon.1 Services (Pty) Ltd.
55
autographs
56
HflH-- » ?
WÊÊM¥m?m&
Bill
!1 .c^i ^.wwwfc ft ‘ Í CT^
KilÍËIHB
í^ “ >tv i-v^-AmrW/lfe,A ■
'LXjtáffiSsfe'a
file:///Volumes/Delivery/Roedean%20Phase2/CC/ITEM1981/Text/ITEM1981.txt[2015/01/30, 11:19:28 AM]