ROEDEAN (S.A.)
Some aspects of 1985
Contents:
Roedean (S. A.) 1985 .............2
Junior School.................. 15
Senior School..................38
Cultural Pursuits..............41
Outward Bound..................67
Op die Afrikaanse Manier.........70
L’accent franjais................72
The Sport Scene................75
S.A.O.R.A...................... 85
Roedean Granddaughters.........95
ROEDEAN SCHOOL (S.A.), 1985
BOARD OF GOVERNORS
Mr. J.R. Whiting (Chairman) Mr. S.A.G. Anderson Mr. P.G. Joubert Mr. G.M. Thomas Mr. W. Floquet Professor D.
Freer Mrs. D. Anderson Mrs. E. Lane
MASTER
B.A. Law
M.A. (Oxon)
SENIOR SCHOOL Senior Mistress
Mrs. G. John B.A. (C.T.), B.A. (Hons)(Wits), Dip of Higher Education (C.T.)
ROEDEAN STAFF 1985
Back row — (left to right): Miss. E. Kinnear, Miss. V. Sawyer, Mrs. B. Breeds, Miss. J. Trumper, Mrs. E. Steel, Mrs.
J. Mitchell, Mrs. U. Rowlands, Mrs. R. McMinn, Mrs. E. Conradie, Mrs. P. Simpson, Mrs. F. Edwards, Mrs. R.
Kruger, Mr. A. Naude, Mrs. A. Raath, Mrs. P. Lake, Mr. D. Madzivha.
2nd row: Mr. M. Tshidauhu, Miss. J. Smith, Mrs. C. Slabbert, Miss. C. Jackson, Mrs. B. Wade, Mrs. E. Humphris,
Mrs. V. Witthuhn, Mrs. S. Harris, Mrs. D. Billman, Mrs. D. Campbell, Sister J. Roche, Mrs. S. Keogh, Mrs. J. Nel,
Miss. G.
Watkins, Mrs. P. Connor, Mrs. M. Taylor.
3rd row: Mrs. I. McAloon, Mrs. Draudsing, Miss. B. Green, Mrs. H. de Vries, Miss. L. Gadd, Miss. B. Thorn, Mrs. L.
Finegan, Miss. S. Evershed, Mrs. J. Price, Mrs. J. Jones, Mrs. H. Ashton, Mrs. B. Jordan, Mrs. C. Read, Mrs. M.
Middleton, Mrs. E. Kee, Miss. G. Dimitriou, Mrs. N. Hession, Miss. J. Anderson, Mrs. L. Kofmansky.
Seated: Miss. P. Klosser, Mrs. J. Henn, Mrs. J. Norrington, Mrs. E. Thomas, Mrs. M. Dutton, Mrs. G. John, Mr. B.A.
Law, Mrs. L. Park, Mr. T. Louw, Mdm. S. Mihailovich, Mrs. A. Kleynhans, Mrs. E. McCarthy, Mrs. P. Hobday.
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STAFF:
Miss J.A. Anderson Mrs. H.B. Ashton Mrs. M. Barlow Father P.R. Beart Mrs S.B. Breeds Mrs. D.A. Campbell Mrs.
H. Cheales Miss G.M. Dimitriou Mrs. D. Draudsing Miss S. Evershed Miss L. Gadd Miss B.A. Green Mrs D.B.
Hammond Mrs J.M. Henn Mrs N. Hession Mrs J Hinch Miss A.C.P. Hobday Miss C. Jackson Mrs. J. Jones Mrs. B.A.
Jordan Mrs. E.A. Kee Miss E.J.S. Kinnear Mrs A.J.C. Kleynhans Mrs. L. Kofmansky Mrs. E.L. McCarthy Mrs. S.C.H.
Mihailovich Mrs. M.E. Middleton Mrs J.H. Mitchell Mr. A. Naude Mrs. J. Nel Mrs. J. Norrington Mrs. B.M Pycraft
Mrs. C.S. Read Mrs. U.M Rowlands Mrs. D. Sandler Miss V.A. Sawyer Mrs. J. Shaw Miss. J.S. Smith Mrs. E.A. Steel
Mrs. J.M.H. Taylor Miss B.D. Thorn Miss J. Trumper Miss G.A. Watkins JUNIOR SCHOOL Headmistress Mrs. L.
Park Assistant Mistresses Mrs. P.M. Connor Mrs. E.A. Conradie Mrs. H.J.de Vries Mrs. F.P. Edwards Miss. P. Klosser
Mrs. R. Kruger Mrs. P. Lake Miss. R.A. McMinn Mrs. J. Price Mrs. A.M. Raath Mrs. P.M. Simpson Mrs. B.M. Wade
B.A., Dip.Ed.
B.A. (Wits), H.E.D.
B.A. (Wits), H.E.D.
A.C.I.S.,
Dip.Th.
H.E.D. (N.T.C.)
L.R.A.M., G.R.S.M.
Remedial Reading
B.Sc (Hons)
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B.A. (Wits), T.T.H.D.
B.Mus. (Hons)(Wits)
B.A.(Hons)(Wits)
B.Mus.(Wits), U.P.L.M.(S.A.),L.T.C.L.(London),F.T.C.L.(London) B.A. (Phys.Ed.)(Rhodes), H.E.D. (Pmb.)
B.Sc.(St. Andrew’s), Dip. Ed. (Oxon)
B.Sc. (Hons)(London)
L.R.S.M. (Teachers & Performers)
B.Sc. (Dundee), Cert, of Ed. (Dundee)
B.Sc. (Natal), H.D.E., B.Ed. (Natal)
B.A. (Natal), H.E.D.
B.Sc. (Rand), H.Dip.Ed. (P.G.)
B.Sc. (Hons)(Zoology) PMB, P.G.C.S.A. (London) B.Ed.(Hons)(Cantab), Cert, of Ed.
B.A. (Hons), U.E.D. (UNISA), B.Ed. (RAU)
Academy of Music B.Sc.(Wits), T.T.H.D.
B.A. (Hons)(Wits), Cert. d’Etudes Sup. (Paris - Sorbonne)
B.A. (Hons)(Rhodes), H.D.E. (U.C.T.)
B.A. (Stellenbosch), H.E.D.
B.A. Fine Arts (Pta), T.T.H.D. (J.C.E.)
B.A. (Hons)(Potch), T.T.H.D.
B.A. (UNISAA.), P.T.C. (Grahamstown)
Mus.B (Hons)(Manchester University), Cert, of Ed.,
G.R.N.C.M., A.R.N.C.M., A.R.N.C.M.
B.A. (Rhodes), H. Dip.Lib (Rhodes), H.Dip.Ed. (Wits)
B.A. (Hons)(Oxon), French & Russian B.A. (CT), H.E.D. (CT)
B. Ed. (Hons)(Phys. Ed)( Reading)
B.Mus.(London), A.R.C.M., Dip.Ed. (Birmingham)
B.Ed. (Coll. of Higher Ed.)
B.Ed.(Hons)(East Anglia), Cert, of Ed.
Teachers Dip. (London) Dartford Phys. Ed. College B.A. (Hons)(Rhodes), Cert, of Ed. (Rhodes)
B. Ed.(Hons)( Bedford)
H.D.E., J.C.E.
Dip. in Primary Education (Jordanhill Coll of Ed)
Cert, in Education (University of Hull)
B.A. (Hons)
T.L.O.D.
T.E.D. (Senior Primary) Diploma
B.A. (C.T.), Post Grad. Primary Teacher’s Diploma
Junior Primary Cert., J.C.E.
B.A. (Wits), T.T.H.D., H.E.D.
B.Prim.Ed (Stellenbosch), Dip.inSp.Ed.(Rem)(UCT) Sen. Prim. Teacher’s Diploma, J.C.E.
National Teacher’s Certificate (Barkly House, C.T.) B.A. (Natal), H.E.D.
Cert, of Ed. (Fenham College, Newcastle)
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ADMINISTRATIVE
Bursar
Bursar’s Assistants Catering & Housekeeping Driver
Garden Consultant Grounds & Maintenance Master’s Secretaries Office Assistant School Doctor School Sister Warden
and Matrons
Mrs. M.P. Dutton
Mr. R.E. Lockyer (F.C.I.S., F.B.l.M.)
Mrs. L. Finnegan, Mrs. N.J. Green, Mrs. P.B. Robertson
Mrs. D. Billman, Mrs. S. Harris
Mr. J. Mahumani, Mr. D. Madzivha
Mrs. A. Lorentz
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Mr. T.J. Louw
Mrs. E. Humphris, Mrs. 1. McAloon Mr. M. Tshidauhu
Dr. R.M. Breuckner, MB BCH(Wits), DCH(S.A.)
Sister J.N. Roche
Mrs. E.M. Thomas, Mrs. S. Keogh, Mrs. C. Slabbert, Mrs. W.V. Witthuhn
ROKDKAN WORTHIES OUR MAINTENANCE STAFF
Front row - (left to right): Mr. P. Nnembedzane, Mr. E. Mathe, Mr. F. Siloene, Mr. F. Gereda, Mr. T.J. Louw, Mr. B.A.
Law Mr. M. Tshidauhu, Mr. D. Madzivha, Mr. W. Mabunda, Mr. J. Raswiswi, Mr. W. Mphuma, Mr. D. Museiwa ’
2nd row: Mr. P. Ngomani, Miss. A. Sikhakhane, Mrs. L. Ntabeni, Mrs. M. Handebe, Mrs. A. Tofile, Mrs. G.
Makhathini Miss. E. Pakathi, Mrs. Mathebula, Mrs. B. Tshabalala, Mrs. B. Mgaga, Mrs. G. Magudulela, Miss. M.
Ntabeni, Mr D Shirinda 3rd row: Mr. A. Mudau, Mr. Z. Khanyile, Mr. P. Ngubane, Mr. S. Nkuna, Mr. H. Mthombeni,
Mr’ J. Nradikthlone Mr. J. Rampitse, Mr. T. Manyikeng, Mr. W. Mbovu, Mr. W. Munvai.
4th row: Mr. J. Ndou, Mr. E. Khaphathe, Mr. N. Mauhungu, Mr. P. Tibane, Mr. E. Mariba, Mr.'R. Rikhotso, Mr. S.
Mthombeni Mr. S. Ntavhaidzi, Mr. P. Shibambo, Mr. W. Matarnela, Mr, W. Matebula, Mr. N. Babane, Mr. D.
Ngobeni, Mr. J. Rikhotso Mr. E. Musekewa, Mr. S. Mufamade, Mr. J. Muumba.
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1985 Master’s Report
Mr Chairman, members of the Board, Mr & Mrs Menell, Ladies and Gentlemen.
It is only recently that I have become aware of 10 years of neglect. The invitation to today’s function is extended in the
name of the Master, Staff and School, the last term presumably not including you Mr Chairman, as one of the hoipolloi. Not a host then you are surely not an intruder or trespasser. It follows that you must be a guest, and yet in 10
years I cannot remember once having extended a welcome to you or indeed to members of the Board unless they
happen to be parents. I hasten to redress this perennial lapse by offering you an 11-fold welcome and I am pleased to
have the opportunity of thanking you for your very signal services to this Community.
There are Heads who have had problems with their Boards and indeed vice-versa. I hope I have not given you too
much anxiety and I can assure you that I have always been conscious of tremendous support and unstinting
encouragement from you and all current members and their predecessors in office since 1975.
I have been very fortunate.
Ladies and gentlemen, it is a privilege to speak on behalf of the joint hosts today, all 580 of us, and assure you that it
really is a pleasure to have you here, to show you something of what we have, of what we do and to tell you
something of what has been done and is on the programme for the future.
1 should like to extend a special word of welcome to our guest speaker, Mrs Menell and her consort, and to express the
hope that any comparisons she may make with other establishments within her experience will properly reflect her
reputation for good taste and sound judgement.
Pindar in his Pythian Odes said:
“Woulds’t thou foil the censurer’s sneer,
Thy copious theme in narrowest pale Confine; nor pall the impatient ear That throbs for fresh delights, and loathes the
lengthening tale.
I shall try to give a brief and therefore necessarily selective account of the year’s activities.
The first official duty is always the receipt and promulgation of Matriculation results. I have nearly always been able
to do this personally, but in January I could not do so as I was away in Hong Kong. I am very grateful to the Head of
the Science Department who fed me the details there by telephone and distributed the news, good and bad, impartially
here. I say bad news, because, although the results were generally satisfactory and our 100% pass rate was maintained,
all but four with full immediate University Entrance qualifications, there were some disappointments.
Our best performer was Kara White with four distinctions and there were only 11 altogether on the Higher Grade. For
the first time in several years we had no candidate in the top twenty. We knew, of course, that it was not a particularly
strong year, but feel perhaps that the examination was approached with rather too great a degree of complacency.
However, most got what they wanted. We must bear in mind continually, however, that the JMB sets a higher hurdle
than the Provincial examiners, though there seems little doubt that the examination is a much better preparation for a
University career. Prospects for the 1985 examination seemed somewhat indifferent initially, but there have been
encouraging signs recently and I expect this year’s entry to acquit itself well.
Other plus indicators have been the Taalbond results, where all 117 candidates passed, 22 with distinctions, 20 of these
being in the Voorbereidende Taalbond, and 44 had B symbols. In the recent Matriculation oral 14 candidates reached
the distinction mark as did 7 in French. Mention too must be made of the success of Laura Cameron-Dow and Kim
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Walker in winning the Alliance Francaise Trophy competition against stiff opposition and Kate Pienaar’s achievement
as joint National winner of the Standard 9 Young Historians Competition held in Durban recently. Amanda Price and
Victoria Bruce were both prize winners in the Creative Writing competition of the South African Council of English
Education.
Some restructuring of the timetable, regular study skills courses and concentration on effective management of time
have helped improve the performance of many in the classroom. A major step forward has been the division of Form II
and Form III, resulting in much smaller classes at an important stage of development in the Junior School, the benefits
of which are already apparent and are expected to be ongoing.
It has been a good year on the sporting front. Although missing our stars of previous years, the swimming team
strengthened its hold on its position in the A Gala, coming 7th overall and 4th in the Diving. The hockey teams
worked hard and gained promotion to the A League and tennis results through the year have been encouraging, the
First Team losing only two matches. Squash remains well supported with improving standards. Girls participating in
the Modern Dance Festival won the Cup for the most outstanding Novice Group in the Festival. Particularly welcome
has been the general level of enthusiasm and commitment with which games have been played. Chania Morritt and
Richardine Perdikis both, with the award of third full cololurs, qualified for the distinction of a white blazer.
The enthusiasm to which I have referred has clearly been engendered by staff and parents on the Sports Committee
and has infected other parents. The school is most grateful to the Committee for its initiative in in-sigating and
undertaking the ultimate financing of reconstruction of the hockey fields to make them of acceptable standard for First
League play. I should like to
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thank all those involved and particularly Mrs Val White, the Chairman, and her Committee, Mr James Croswell, the
prime mover of heaven and earth among the parent body, and Mr Toby Louw, the Estate Manager.
The third dimension of school life, the extra curricular activities, received a substantial fillip this year, especially in the
Music, Drama, Arts and Crafts Departments. In February the Choir sang in St Matthew’s Passion in the City Hall with
the Bach Choir and orchestra. The Private School’s Youth Orchestra has got off the ground with Roedean providing a
venue for it and a substantial core of it. The performance of Carmina Burana by Karl Orff in June, though difficult,
resulted in a very high standard of performance. Regrettably it was poorly attended. A survey of private schools
recently circulated suggested that there is a greater degree of musical activity at this school than most others on the
APS list.
Our contribution to the RAPS Play Festival, Under Milkwood, though not achieving the final, gained for us four
awards for costumes, set, motivation sheet and Linda Murray’s acting.
The highlight of the artistic year was the opening of the Sumner Block. Sadly neither Dorothy nor Maud, who
provided the inspiration for its development, survived to see its completion though Maud inspected, and very much
approved of, the plans and shortly before her death in January gave to the school 15 of her works, five oils and ten
water-colours, which in addition to those we already possessed, now grace the building and many other parts of the
school.
A launching Committee, headed by Mrs Angela Lloyd and the director of Art, and assisted by staff and girls, put
together an exciting exhibition of work by Old Roe-deanians for the opening of the Block on the 12th June. The tape
barring entry was cut by Margaret Bezwoda, a niece of Dorothy and Maud and Mr Peter Anderson, the Chairman of
the Trust which very largely paid for the building, declared it open. The tri-annual Trust Party in the Founders’ Hall
followed the opening and celebrated the event. Since then the Sumner Block has housed a number of exhibitions, not
least being that of all the contributions to the Junior School Christmas
card competition, the end product of which I commend to your attention.
It is appropriate, I think, to mention here that the Transvaal War Museum Art Competition was won by Julia Bradley,
the Head Girl, and the Litterbug Poster Competition by Camilla Allison, at present close to the other end of the school.
As usual we have been out and about a good deal during the course of the year. 86 of us, parents, girls, staff and other
members of the Roedean community, requisitioned the Ulundi Holiday Inn for a long-weekend in March to refight the
Anglo-Zulu War of 1879. The Geographers escaped to the Drakensberg in May to study rocks, water and agriculture,
and the Biologists plunged into the Umgeni Gorge recently in pursuit of flora and fauna of the Natal Midlands. Less
than a month ago a mixed group spent three days in the Eastern Transvaal with a full day in Pilgrim’s Rest and on
their way back visited the grave of the Founders who have lain together in the cemetery in Barberton for the last 35
years. We have an even more ambitious programme next year concentrating in the main on the local scene in view of
the weakness of the Rand, but I am glad to tell you that the now well established French Tour will go ahead, though,
as you will have seen from the recent newsletter, in somewhat modified form.
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Foremost in our minds, of course, has been the centenary of our elder sister, without whose foundation in 1885 we
should not be here. The Birthday year started with a dinner at the Dorchester in London for 450 which I attended on
behalf of, as the Lawrences called it, the South African branch. The British Lord Chancellor, Lord Hailsham, was
Guest of Honour and spoke extremely well, proposing a toast to the 2nd 100 years of the school’s existence in
challenging terms. The only other speaker, apart from an introduction by the Chairman of Council, was Ann Longley,
the new Head, who made a very favourable impression. I met her for the first time on that occasion, but have seen
quite a lot of her since and have established a good working relationship which I think will stand both schools in good
stead.
Lambs Courtyard
Matric Dance — Setting the tone
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Foundation Day, our birthday here, was surprisingly well attended and included a large table of the class of 55, 30
years on. We made the occasion a birthday party for our sister school also and an Old Girls Party for both schools was
held in Cape Town in April which I and the immediate past Head of Brighton, John Hunt, attended. We also welcomed
the Chairman of the ORA, Jean Peacey, to the school and this term our first student from Brighton is in residence after
18 from other public schools, especially Rugby.
As you have heard the Chairman and his wife were in Europe in the middle of July at the time of the main celebrations
and were able to join my wife and me for a splended weekend feting, dancing, praying and concert going to
summarise the four main activities. We were made to feel very welcome though the South African connection had to
be played in fairly low key. One of Maud Sumner’s pictures, a portrait of Lucy Sutherland, a contemporary of hers at
school here and subsequently for many years President of Roedean Brighton, was very gratefully received as a
Centenary gift from us, as was a Badminton Trophy from the S.A.O.R.A.
At a school, particularly as one grows older, one is constantly aware of the milestones of life. Birthdays have featured
prominently at Roedean in the last year, quite literally since 6 offspring have been born to members of staff, or rather
ex-members of staff, their departure having been dictated by the expected event.
It is difficult to believe that Mrs Hobday, the Head of the Mathematics Department, has been at Roedean for 8 years
but sadly she feels the time has come for her to make a move, probably returning to the United Kingdom. We wish her
every success and thank her for her sterling efforts in that department.
And now it is time for Mrs Thomas to retire. For 14 years she has been part and parcel of the essential life of Roedean,
first as House Mistress of Bears and then as Warden. There can be very few who have known her and not felt indebted
to her for unfailing kindness and intense loyalty to the school. She will be sadly missed, as will those other members of
staff leaving who have, in one way or another contributed so much to our community life and welfare here. Madame
Mihailovich, who has been teaching Matric French on a part-time basis since her retirement two years ago, will no
longer be with us next year and nor will Mrs Slabbert who as Matron of Junior House has had one of the most difficult
jobs in the school.
There have been other sadnesses. One of this year’s Rugby girls, Sarah Kottler, received very serious head injuries in
a car crash in May and was in the Intensive Care Unit at the Johannesburg Hospital for four weeks before repatriation
still unconcious. I am glad to tell you that she has made a remarkable recovery, is walking, talking and doing most
things for herself and seems to have undergone no personality change. She managed to attend a party in London last
weekend and now has every hope of being able to go to University next year.
Future Shock.........Now.
Peter Pallett, who was Bursar from 1973 for 11 years before retiring to Zimbabwe, died suddenly in May. A Memorial
Service was held for him in the Chapel and he will continue to be remembered with affection by many who served
with him here.
From what I have said so far, it may seem that all has gone on much as usual, but the year has not been an easy one.
The political and economic climates have placed a considerable strain, in one way or another, on parents, resulting in
substantially increased occupational mobility of breadwinners and geographical mobility of families. In some cases
there has been threatened or actual withdrawal of children because of escalating costs and dwindling resourses.
Uncertainly about the future, except for the certainty of change, has caused heart-searching and anxious debate
amongst girls and staff. But good has come out of it. There is clearly a growing awareness of our incredible privileges
and the responsibility that must go with them. Our Outreach programme has been noteworthy for both its flexibility in
meeting community needs as and where they have arisen
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and for its success in carrying out specific assistance projects. In the latter category, were Roedean’s participation in a
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collection for the Irene Homes in June and the campaign for help and uplift of a deprived community in Lebowa. Both
undertakings depended for success on the initiative, generosity and sense of commitment of our girls and they certainly
gave of their best. There is apparent in all sections of the school a determination, despite inevitable frustrations, to play
a full part in helping to create a more just and stable society in the land or our birth or adoption where all can give of
their talents to the best of their ability.
Honneur aulx Dignes, the school motto, Honour to the Worthy, seems particularly appropriate at the moment.
The Sumner Block - an angle
SUMNER ART BLOCK
The opening of the Sumner Art Block has been one of the great events of this year, for Roedeanians both past and
present.
After so many years in odd corners of the school, such as the music cottage behind Founder’s Hall, the science room
off Farraway, where the only water obtainable came from the fire buckets, and that last, dark ‘studio’ in the old Junior
School dormitory, with its ghostly creaking stairway, art at Roedean has at last acquired a permanent haven. And as if
by some wonderful stroke of good fortune the Old Girls have also thereby acquired their own ‘centre’ in the school.
In fact, if truth be known, it all happened the other way round, for the germ of the idea came from a devoted Old Girl,
Dorothy Sumner, who on her death in 1983 bequeathed a substantial sum to the school to be used to create a centre
there for Old Girls. Bearing in mind Dorothy’s great love for her sister Maud, it seems particularly apt that the Board
was able, with the help of the Roedean Trust, to extend this idea into an ambitious project far beyond that first,
generous thought, yet at the same time including it. The final achievement is something that would surely have amazed
and delighted those two Roedean artists. (Dorothy in her own way was an artist too, as anyone will ever having seen
the extraordinary beautiful work she created with her needle and silks) When Maud died, she left 15 paintings to the
school, to add to those already at Roedean, given by herself and others. Roedean, then, has every reason to cherish
their memory, and rejoice at this addition to the continuous process of enhancing and adorning the school by those
who love it.
The Sumner Block seems an exemplary piece of creative design. In complete harmony with its surroundings, it
provides painting and pottery studios, dark rooms, store rooms, lecture rooms, all the desirable offices that make for
good teaching. The large exhibition room upstairs, with the adjacent kitchen, provide a venue for Old Girls’ as well as
a host of other meetings and functions. Even the outside awkward corner has become a sculpture garden, and a long
wall facing the gym has been extended into steps, or seating, transforming the lawn into an outdoor theatre.
Dorothy Sumner was a modest and self-effacing person, and it took a long search to find a photograph of her. But
Erica Mitchell succeeded in doing so, and, beautifully enlarged and framed, it now hangs in the Old Girls’ room,
which she endowed. Maud the Old Girls decided should also have a memorial, and the gifted young sculptor Wynand
Mulder was commissioned to do a bust of her in bronze. For an artist to portray another artist is a very particular and
daunting challenge, and Mulder himself spoke of it as a privilege. His bust of Maud is larger than life-size, strong and
compelling, and a likeness that has deeply moved some who knew Maud very well. This also stands in the Old Girls’
room on the upper floor of the new block.
Bust of Maud Sumner by Wynand Mulder
The opening was celebrated with an exhibition. Almost all Maud’s works in the school’s possession were shown, and a
representative group of Dorothy’s church embroideries, lent by the Roman Catholic Cathedral. Added to these, on the
upper floor were other works lent by various Old Girls who had trained as artists. The latter covered a time-span of
some 70 years, the oldest exhibitor being M.E. Jack, who was taught by Mr. Gingell, Roedean’s first art master and
himself a well-known portrait painter, whose portraits of T.L. and K.M.E. hang in Founder’s Hall. Mary Maytham
Kidd, who lent a portrait for the exhibition, was also Gingell’s pupil. Works by Old Girls were also lent by galleries
(Everard Read, and Gertrude Posel, Wits.) and the assembly of some 17 works was almost like a survey of
developments and changes in style through the years -from the meticulous re-presentative drawing typical of the Slade
School in the early part of this century to the contemporary statements of recent graduates of the Michaelis and Wits,
art schools.
Also there, though less obvious, was something else typical of Roedean : the special relationship between teacher and
taught. A thread of guidance and shared vision links Gingell to Meg Jack, who in her turn taught
Maud Sumner, who taught Erica Mitchell. Erica’s pupils included Monica van der Byl, Alison Roux, Catherine
Paynter, and her daughter Ann Kerr, who in her turn taught Julia Charlton and Nicki Clarke. At the end of the line now
is Andre Naude, who with his present pupils has had the good fortune to launch the new building. Their work, and that
of Brigid Ward’s pottery students, was to be seen, that first evening, throughout the ground floor working areas, and
much admired it was, too. The great range and liveliness of this work by today’s Roedeanians, and its sheer quality,
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are proof of the tremendous strides made in art at Roedean since the early days, and can only augur well for the future.
Amid the general merriment on that opening night, that special quality Roedean has - the Master referred to it as a
‘sense of family belonging’ - was everywhere evident. Even the architect, Neil Duncan, is after all the husband of a
one-time head girl, brother-in-law of another head girl, and father of yet another. Embarras de richesse, one might
say, as one might also say of a school so richly endowed. But then, as with the grave duties and high ideals that go
with privilege, Roedeanians learn to take these things together, with a light heart and at least attempted grace.
ANGELA LLOYD
Roedean School (S.A.)
1985 PRIZE LIST 1985
Leslie Cope Cornford - English Essay
Julia Bradley
Baker Memorial - Eglish
Kim Walker
Ella le Maitre - Reading
Dana Braithwaite Patrick Duncan - Afrikaans
Alison Hawthorne and Kim Walker
A.D. Viney - French Kim Walker
French Embassy - French
Laura Cameron Dow, Susan Chiang and Cleo
Theodorides
H.R. Raikes - History
Julia Bradley
H.R. Raikes - Physical Science Dana Braithwaite Jubilee - Geography Tania Smither Jubilee - Mathematics Dana
Braithwaite Additional Mathematics Junko Uryu Pole Evans - Biology Dana Braithwaite and Tania Smither Joan
Hildick-Smith - Art Julia Bradley Noel Niven - Music Alison Hawthorne Margaret Earle - Classical Prize Alison
Hawthorne Cluver - General Achievement Katherine Murray
Myrtle Hamilton Scholarship
Jane Emery
Margery Viney Exhibition
Lisa Plewman Ella le Maitre Scholarships
Alexandra Briggs Angelique Petratos Sabrina Pietromartire Jacqueline Wetselaar Anne Cleaver Scholarship A Tessa
Walker
Maxine Beckerling Award for Cultural Achievement
Kim Walker St. George’s Prize Jennifer Marais “Sports Girl of the Year”
Richardine Perdikis Susan Falcon Squash Trophy Loren Acker
The Dawn Vincent Challenge Cup for “Swimmer of the Year”
Cynthia Davies and Chania Morritt Jan Stirling Music Cup
For progress and contribution in the Music Dept.
Amanda Dorfman
Edelweiss Kruger Prize. Best practical musician
Michele Corbin and Alison Hawthorne Junior Maths Challenge Susan Williams Runner-up
Catherine Cress
Master’s Gift to Head of School
Julia Bradley
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PROGRESS PRIZES Ante Matric I Ante Matric II Upper V I Upper V II Upper V III Middle V I Middle V II Lower
V I Lower V II Upper IV I Upper IV II
Lisa Plewman Hyun-Jung Kim Catherine Morgan Michaela Cosijn Kaori Shimazu Yvette Thomas Tracey Huggett
Sarah-Jane Agier Frances McKowen Vanessa Gird wood Jane Kirby
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PREFECTS 1985
GOLD
J. Bradley - Head of School T. Smither - Deputy Head of School
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SILVER
D. Braithwaite - Head of St Ursula K. Gale - Head of St Agnes G. Wiener - Head of St Katherine
COPPER
S. Chiang A. Hawthorne C.Johnson J.Jordaan T. Maddison R. Perdikis C. Theodorides R. Young
From row: (left to right) - G. Wiener, C. Morrit, J. Bradley (Headgirl) Mr. B.A. Law, T. Smither, R. Perdikis, K. Gale
Top: T. Maddison, A. Hawthorne, R. Young, C. Theodorides, J. Jordaan, S. Chiang, C. Johnson, D. Braithwaite
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MATRICULATION 1985
Sue Bainbridge, Dominque Baudet, Julia Bradley (distinctions in Physical Science and Additional Mathematics), Dana
Braithwaite (distinctions in Mathematics and Additional Mathematics), Jacqueline Broadfoot, Laetitia Buchner
(distinction in Afrikaans), Anne Burton, Laura Cameron-Dow, Lisa Cavanagh-Downs, Jacinda Chapman (distinctions
in Mathematics — S.G.), Susan Chiang, Michele Corbin, Elizabeth Crouch, Susan Fouche, Kathrine Gale, Alison
Hawthorne (distinctions in Afrikaans and Music), Cynthia Johnson, Julia Jordaan, Laura Klein, Julie Kumst, Amanda
Lake, Lorraine Louw, Tracey Maddison, Susan Malcomson, Jennifer Marais, Chania Morritt, Katherine Murray,
Cleone Naylor-Leyland, Richardine Perdikis, Ingrid Raath, Barbara-Ellen Ramsden, Margaret Roper, Tania Smither,
Cleo Theodorides, Junko Uryu (distinctions in Mathematics and Japanese — A Level), Marina Van As, Kim Walker
(distinctions in Afrikaans and French), Gillian Wiener, Ruth Young.
SCHOOL LEAVERS
Piper Card, Vanessa Williams.
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ROEDEAN BIDS FAREWELL
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TRIBUTE TO EDNA THOMAS 1971 TO 1985
The loss of her husband steered Edna Thomas in the direction of Roedean where she arrived in 1971.
Left with a school-going daughter, who lived here with her, she filled the position of Housekeeper and very quickly
became part of the establishment, her worth immediately recognised by management, staff and girls.
When 1 arrived at the beginning of 1975 she was well-established as House Mistress of Bears and not only was senior
amongst the resident staff but quite clearly, more than anybody, had her finger on the pulse of things.
When the boarding establishment was restructured shortly afterwards she was the obvious choice for the position of
Warden, a role which she filled with distinction until the end of last year.
That she did Roedean so well can be attributed to three
characteristics. In the first place she had a sound faith which carried her through difficulties, as it had done in the past,
made her humble in success and tenacious in adversity. Her devoted attention to the affairs of the Chapel, and indeed
all of the religious life of the school, proved just where she stood. Secondly she had an intense loyalty to the school
and all associated with it. Nothing, therefore, was too much trouble and she could be relied upon for support whatever
the circumstances prevailing - and in my early days the going was tough. Thirdly she had, no doubt springing from her
personal faith, a deep feeling of concern for the community and every individual in it. She was therefore totally reliable
and - perhaps her Achilles heel - she was at times much put upon.
There was a very real sense of loss amongst all of us when she left the community at the end of 1985.
B.A.L.
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SIMONE MIHAILOVICH
Beloved by all who knew her as a colleague and by those Roedean girls privileged to be taught French by her,
“Madame” left the school at the end of 1985 after 18 years on the staff of the Senior School (for nine years she was
head of the French Department). She had reached retirement age a few years earlier but was invited to stay to teach
some of the senior classes, such was the value placed on her gifts as a teacher and her distinguished and scholarly
grasp on her subject.
With her going, much fun and laughter went too, and the staff is truly not the same. “Madame’ ’ with her great warmth
and her zest for life, her shrieks of laughter or despair, her ever-laden briefcase, and above all her intense involvement in everything around, was a delightful and deeply valued member of the Roedean community in
which she was widely known among parents and old girls.
She was a remarkable colleague and brought great prestige to the French department through her unfailingly
distinguished Matric results and the repeated success which her pupils enjoyed in the annual Alliance Francaise
Competition; but she was also a fine example of a wholly dedicated and professional teacher who would take endless
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trouble over her pupils. We shall long remember her loyalty to and love for our Roedean community, with gratitude
and affection - “Un seul être vous manque, et tout est dépeuplé.”
G.J. andU.M.R.
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JUNIOR SCHOOL
Dominique van Zyl Form II
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Headmistress’ Report
“What makes an effective school?” The question is asked and the possible answers pondered by parents who have
made the decision to commit themselves to the private schools system.
I see it as a school where teachers have high expectations of their pupils, where pupils achieve learning through selfmotivation, a school where good order exists because the pupils do not wish disorder, where moral and spiritual values
are “caught” through the example shown by adult members of the community rather than “taught”, but most of all, an
effective school is one where teaching is aimed at preparing the young for life in the next century.
And so in the course of the hours, days and weeks which are eaten up each year, our objectives as a community are
aimed for, and much is achieved by both pupils and staff.
Our main project in 1985 has been to launch two new classes created by splitting Forms II and III. The venue was
made available by the departure of the Senior Art pupils to the new Sumner Art Centre and three eminently suitable
new members of staff were recruited: Mrs P. Connor and Mrs E. Conradie as class teachers and Mrs
H.
de Vries for Afrikaans. Computer lessons now begin in Grade I and are proving as popular and challenging as
ever. My thanks to Mrs Steel in this regard, particularly for running a course for staff members, who have benefitted
enormously.
A high standard of English is aimed for and achieved, as reflected in the South African Council for English Education
Creative Writing Competition. Four Roedean girls, Alexandra Russell, Fiona Melrose, Alexis Bloom and Jennifer Price
won Certificates of Merit while Maria Nakios was a runner-up. Victoria Bruce and Amanda Price were among the
sixteen finalists invited to the College of Education to read their work in the Conrad Linder Auditorium and receive
their awards in public.
Principal sporting activities continue to be swimming, netball, hockey and tennis. In all, we win some and we lose
some and benefit from both experiences. Congratulations go to Melissa Davidson Form III and Olivia Read Form II on
their selection for the Transvaal Junior Swimming Team.
The Inter-House Swimming Trophy was won by Scott and the individual trophies in the open events by:
Claire Beckerling
LIV —
breaststroke
Candice Fairlie F III —
backstroke
Candice Fairlie F III crawl
St Margaret’s Day was the usual happy and exciting occasion with everyone doing their utmost to gain points for their
house. Top score was achieved by Scott and so they carried off the St Margaret’s Day Trophy. In each form, the
winner of the Victrix Ludorum Cup was: Samantha McFarlane FI - Earle Theresa Divov FII Scott
Melissa Davidson
F III Earle
Kerry Allen LIV Scott
We were delighted to have Mrs Thomas cut the cake and present the marguerites and trophies as this is her last year at
Roedean after fifteen years as Warden.
We all wish her happiness and rest in her retirement and hope to see her at many Junior School activities in the future.
The last word in the sporting section must be congratulations to Olivia Darby in L IV on becoming a Junior Springbok
Gymnast.
Some records have been broken in another sphere - the weather. Form Ill’s stay at Bushtrail Camp in the Magaliesburg
in June, spanned the three coldest days of the year. Lower IVs were almost snowed into Fernwood in July, and the
performance of our concert for visiting schools coincided with the wettest morning of the term, with us all about to
float into the Braamfonteinspruit. On the latter occasion, 70 pupils from M.C. Weiler Primary School in Alexandra had
been invited to stay on for a picnic in the grounds after the show, with our Grades and Form I’s acting as hostesses.
The fact that everyone was wet and squashed into the Junior Hall did nothing to dampen the happy atmosphere.
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Focus on runners and contestants
A total of just over R3 000 has been raised by Junior pupils (by means both direct and devious) and the causes to
benefit have been the African Children’s Feeding Scheme, the S.P.C.A., Operation Snowball and the Wildlife Society.
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Snowy, our adopted goat at the Johannesburg Zoo, has been assured of sustenance for a further twelve months.
We optimistically doubled the number of Christmas cards printed this year and have been well supported in this
venture - the Junior School Bursary Fund is therefore showing a healthy growth.
A Scripture Union group has been started this year by Miss McMinn and, as well as the obvious activities, the
members have been enjoying camps, picnics and socials.
Junior Day, the culmination of much hard work throughout the year, followed three days of torrential rain when 173
mm were recorded at Roedean and it seemed as if swimming costumes would be the appropriate attire. However, as so often happens in Africa, weather change can be instantaneous and we had a chilly but
dry and sunny day which greatly facilitated all the arrangements.
The concert in Founders’ Hall was launched by the Grade ‘O’ version of “Cinderella” and Grades 1 and 2 kept up the
happy atmosphere with “The Multicoloured Putco Bus”. Form I’s contribution “Worzel Gummidge” took us off to the
English countryside and aspects of seasons and weather unfamiliar to us here in South Africa. Form II gave an
entertaining account of cats down through the ages in “Catophony” and Lower IV added a very humorous touch with
their slightly updated version of Roald Dahl’s “Revolting Rhymes”. The concert ended on a very happy and positive
note with “North Side Story” by Form III. Tea on Plea-saunce was followed by a visit to the Junior Hall and all the
classrooms where the various displays and exhibitions told the story of our activities during the year. The Final activity
of the term, was the Carol Service in St George’s Church, a memorable and Fitting end to 1985.
House and Sports Captains Back: K. Allen, V. Kruger, A. Russell, C. Beckerling, M. Kinnear, B. Laughton A. Mtshali,
M. Orlop, B. Neill, Mrs. L. Park, J. deKock, N. Kapp, V. Smith
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Junior Swimming Team
Back: A.J. Logan, L. Campouroglou, P. Fleldgale, L.A. Allen, S. Mussett, S. Higgs, D. Houssein, C. Beckerling, J.
Sussman, J. Kirby, N. Kapp, M. Orlop, K. Mussett, N. Presbury, C. Fairlie, N. Mulholland, D. Baker, H. Crawford,
S.
de Kock, J.A. Whilefield
Middel: Miss. V. Sawyer, C. Moelwyn-Houghes, V. Smith, N. Leuner, M. Nakios, L. Marais, S. Jones, A. Bloom, F.
Kriegler, J. Dyer, T. Jessiman, O. Darby, V. Brown, G. Melville, S. Erasmus, S. Stubbs, M. Davison, L.A. McGown,
O.
Read, H. Stegmann, K. Slaughter, Miss. E. Kinnear Front Standing: S. Holme, S.A Jones, B. Leibacher, C.
Sherwell, C. Jesse, Ca. Beckerling, K. Allen, N. Sanders, M. Gavas, C. Morritt, K. Andjelopolj, T. Jessiman, B.
Laughton, G. Lake, D. While, C. Raven, A. Price, V. Kriegler, N. Hopgood, T. Acker, C. Wilton Front Seated: J.
Webster, M. Smithers, G. North, N. Potter, V. Girdwood, M. Steyn, S. Boniface
Under II Netball Team
Back: Miss. V. Sawyer, N. Presbury, N. Kapp, E. Conradie, M. Kinnear, M. Orlop, K. Mussett, C. Moelwyn-Hughes
Front: S. Rawat, N. Sussman, L. Davison, K. Allen, S.L. Misselbrook
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Worf
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Prasanna Nana Grade /
Junior Choir
Back: K. Blakemore, J. Dyer, P. Maunder, G. Gibson, J. Hern, A. Hadingham, Y. Barbie, L. Campouroglou,
D. Smithson, N. Kapp, K. Alien, F. Kriegler Middle: K. Slaughter, M. Gavas, S. Erasmus, D. van Zyl, L. Bester, H.
O'Hanrahan, A. Quiding, A. Campauroglou, A. Read, M. Nakios, M. Davidson, N. Leuner, T. Wilton.
Front: S. Smith, J. Sander, C. Raven, S.L. Missel brook, H. Frenkel, G. Lake, J. Price, E. Dehon, C. Everett, D. White,
A. Price, V. Bruce, T. Gird wood.
Simile Poems
A VIOLIN
A multitude of strings Like spider webs on a bush Weaving sounds together CANDACE McINTOSH Lower IV 2
A FLOWERING ORCHARD
Like
Faces looking up to the sky With eyelids fluttering.
MASOODA SULIMAN Lower IV 2
A LIGHTHOUSE
Like
A deserted candle Struggling to keep alight.
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MASOODA SOLIMAN Lower IV 2
A FOREST
Like a prison, towering high above my head. Quiet, lonely whispers of wind rush in and out the parallel bars of
blackened wood.
DEBORAH SMITHSON Lower IV 2
TEARS
Trickling down a soft, smooth face. Like a tiny, soft group of rose petals, landing one by one on a forlorn carpet.
DEBORAH SMITHSON Lower IV 2
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THE AWARD
How excited I was! I had brought Sally Down, my best friend with me, and here we were, sitting in our seats in the
State Theatre in Pretoria.
I had received a letter that had said I had come third in a painting competition for a play called “Godspell”. 1 felt like
bubbling oil as I sat there in my seat. Just then the presentation began. I spruced myself up to look neat and tidy. My
turn came.
I walked up onto the stage. My prize was handed to me by Dawn Lindberg. Then I hugged each of the cast, but kissed
Sam Marais and Daddy took my picture.
When I got into the car, I opened the prize up and out came a lovely black and white track suit! Each time I wear it, it
reminds me of my night with the Stars.
BELINDA WALWYN Form III 1
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ALL THINGS
BRIGHT
FISHING BY NIGHT
As the cool wind blows the fog at night, a lonely child stands watching, waiting. He dare not return to his shabby
tumbled down hut. He lives on what his fishing rod will catch. The lake is his only source of life. He suddenly gets a
bite, he pulls in his line. There is a trout! His hard work has paid off. Now he loves the lake for it feeds him.
LUCY FERGUSON Form II 1
SUNRISE
The ebony black night air changes into dew,
A big red ball of sun slowly rises in the blue sky,
The stream as clear as crystal, as blue as the deep sea, glitters and shines in the sun.
The colourful little fat birds chirp sweetly a merry tune, The clouds are lined with sparkling shining silver,
The trees below are full of leaves and pink, yellow, red and purple flowers,
The little insects hobble along trying to get over the wet green grass,
The flowers slowly open as the sun gets brighter and brighter.
Every little miracle starts to get up.
JULIE SANDER Form II 2
Bridget Kelly Grade I
HALLEY’S COMET
Bursting its way.
Through the blackness of the sky.
A bright, yellow ball in the lead,
And a hazy tail streaming behind.
It’s a once-in-a-life-time sight.
It’s as amazing as science fiction.
We’ll be seeing it in December,
Without fear.
The last time it was seen,
They took comet pills in case of death. We’ll admire it,
With curiosity overcoming us,
Before it disappears,
For another, lonely, sixty-seven years. KATE CONRADIE Form III 1
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AND
BEAUTIFUL
IT’S TRUE
Held together by A silver chord of gravity Our earth Shimmering White, blue Spins, turns Forever more . . .
The sun,
Miles away A ball of fire yellow, orange Shining, glowing Now and then Shooting flames And sending magnificent
Rays of sunlight Throughout our universe Forever more . . .
NINA LEUNER Form III 1
A MIRACLE
The sun Is a miracle
Without the sun our world Would be a very very Miserable place indeed When night comes It is dark and cold But
when the sun rises It is light again We need its brightness and Warmth to live our lives TRACEY GIRDWOOD Form
II 1
Lisa Osborn Grade I
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SOLITAIRE
With the breeze whipping my hair into a wild, frenzied dance and the sharp smell of fresh dung in my nostrils, I
wondered if there was anything as beautiful as the Berg. It seemed impossible to find a suitable word, worthy of its
beauty, so I, perched on a rock on top of a hill, seemingly tiny and unimportant with the great feel of height and space
going to my head, looked down on all the wonderful details I could see from my perch.
Mount Lebanon towered above me black and sinister. It seemed to blame me for its fate, but despite its blackened state
I could see the contrast the green trees and grey rocks made and I thought it a queer but majestic mountain. If I turned
around everything was greens, browns and yellows, quite unlike Mount Lebanon. Fields of golden mielies and green
leafed vegetables, were bordered by rows of tall trees, and lakes shimmered in the distance. Fern wood lay at my feet
its buildings squat and friendly in the morning sun, and its source of water, the stream, gurgled and tinkled at the
bottom of the hill. The other mountains, golden brown in colour rose in lazy swells to challenge the bright blue sky. It
is all so beautiful that for me there will never be a place, quite as wonderful as the Berg.
EMMA JESSE Lower IV 2
Ed. note: These two “Solitaire”poems were inspired by the unspoilt scenery around Fern wood.
SOLITAIRE
The soft cooing of the doves Penetrating deep into the tender heart Of children.
The buzzing of a bee,
Hurrying past The bright blue sky Staring down from nowhere And then the smell . . .
The sweet smell of dried grass.
Nasty poachers destroying Animal life
Tender hearts they have none
Usually for money and nothing else
Rare animals are slaughtered
Endangering the existence of what we call nature.
Love and care leading to happiness joy is given too We control life and death
So you see nature is mostly in our hands and it is up to us to care, love and preserve, a word which is slowly making
history.
ELAINE CONRADIE Lower IV 1
WHEN I BROKE MY WING
One windy day I was flying back to my nest and I bumped my wing against a tree. My wing broke. I was trying to fly
with one wing but I could not and I fell down. A bird wanted to help me but he could not so he called someone to
help. He called the bird vet. He went down to get my wing and he took a stick from the tree and made a little, little
hole and put my wing on it and I started crying because it hurt. He said do not cry because just now it will be better!
He told me he would take me to the animal hospital and I started crying louder because I was very scared. Then he told
me that I will only have to stay for a few days. So off I went with him. When we got there they put me in a nest and
gave me some medicine. I fell asleep and when I woke up the vet told me that they had sewn my wing on properly. I
saw the bandage and I said How can I fly with this tight bandage? The vet said As soon as your wing is better they
will take it off. I had to start exercising my wing to make it strong so I can fly again. One day the vet called and said
that I must go outside and see if I can fly. So I went with him. I flapped and flapped and soon I was in the sky. I flew
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back to him. I said to him Thank you, thank you Mr Vet, you have done so much for me. Mr Vet can I go home now?
He said Okay And I said Goodbye and flew away.
NOORI MOTI Grade 2
THE DAY I SHRANK
I awoke to the sound of my clock ticking in my ears like the sound of thunder in a storm. My black dog Skipper
looked like a huge panther as he came hurtling towards me in greeting. I knew something was wrong. I looked across
at my teddy and I realised I was the same size and he seemed to smile back at me. Horrors, what had happened during
the night? I had shrunk!!!
I called out to my mother to come and see me but my voice was too soft. What would I do? No, this was definitely a
dream. I looked at my tiny feet and I knew this wasn’t a dream. It was true!
Thoughts were rushing through my head. What would I wear to school? How would I use a pen at school? How would
I get down off my bed? My brain was trying desperately to give answers. My heart was like atime-bomb as I knew I
would surely disappear as I shrank, shrank, shrank . . .
MELISSA DAVIDSON Form III 2
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SOME JUNIOR
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....HISTORICAL VIEWS
Die Goode Hoop Kaapstad 22 October 1679
Darling Johanna
My journey was terrible. As you know, too much fish makes me dizzy and for two months I was feeling slightly sick.
On top of that, six members of the crew, and myself went fishing in a little rowing boat. By mistake one of the crew
dropped a piece of smelly ox leg into the water. At once sharks surrounded us and leapt into the air tearing gashes out
of the boat as they went. We quickly rowed back to the ship and as soon as I had stepped on deck, I saw a shark
struggling inside the little boat! That was extremely frightening!
I thought of you when I saw a tropical island with masses of flowers. I know you would have loved that.
A porter fell overboard halfway and a giant octopus drowned him and then ate him. It was so gruesome!
Once I arrived I was greeted by the Commander. The castle itself looks a bit dreary but the rooms are absolutely
exquizard! The beds are firm and my bedroom is so beautifully furnished and finished to the last detail. If you were to
see me now you would feel alarmed, I am so pale and thin and I am getting deaf. Tell the children that I have built a
playroom for them near the balcony where I was so warmly greeted.
All my love and kisses,
Your devoted husband,
Simon.
ALEXIS BLOOM Form III 2
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ADVERTENSIE
Bzz Bzz,
“Waar is dit?
Henry daar is ’n insek in die huis. Henry! Goed, Goed Jane.
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Shh. Jane ek het dit doodgemaak. Dcx>m jy moet dit koop by Dions. Jy moet, moet, moet dit koop.” RABIA MOTI
Form III 2
WAAROM MOET EK TOG SKOOL GAAN?
Waarom moet ek tog skool gaan? Ek sal liewer na die park gaan waar daar baie blomme en borne is en ook waar dit
koel is. Ek wil nie heeldag in ’n ou bedompige klaskamer sit nie. Ek sal liewer in my Ma se kombuis koeke, lekkers en
smaaklike poedings bak as om in die laboratorium eksperimente te doen. Die inhoud van ’n mengbak is baie lekkerder
as die inhoud van ’n proefbuis!
Wiskunde, Aardrykskunde en Geskiedenis kan ek op my swaai ook leer en nie net op ’n harde skoolbank nie. Dit sal
heerlik wees om op die branders rond te dry f en nie in die ou vierkantige skoolswembad heen en weer te swem nie!
Maar skool is tog nodig want dit help jou om slimmer te wees. Jy maak goeie maats en leer interessante dinge.
Aardrykskunde is ’n interessante onderwerp, want jy leer meer van die wêreld en sy mense.
Ek dink skool is goed. Wat dink jy?
INGE WESSELS LaerIV 1
THE MAXIE KUHN LIBRARY . . .
THE ADVENTURES OF A WITCH
There was once a witch called Star-by-Night. She had a big face, a thin, long nose, powder blue eyes and ears that
were as big as pebbles. Her dress was black with pink, blue and white stars and moons on it. She had high shoes with
bows. Her hat was pointed at the top and was black also. At the end of each day, Star-by-Night used to go out into the
night when the stars came out. That is why her name is Star-by-Night.
Once, at the end of Monday, 4th June, Star-by-Night saw that all the stars were laughing so Star-by-Night said, “If you
don’t stop laughing, I’ll lock you up.”
The stars didn’t stop. Instead, they laughed more so she said, “ Polly-wolly-doodle-pixie.” A squeal came out of
nowhere and there were no stars anywhere. Star-by-Night cackled and went inside her cave in the mountain side.
There were the stars in boxes.
“I’ll make you into a spell when I have time next week,” said she going to bed.
Now, Star-by-Night is just like other witches. She also wakes up at 1 o’clock and goes out into the night on her broom
but this time she never went. She slept until morning came. The Moon and the Sun were worried because the stars did
not come back. They sent the clouds to look for the stars. The clouds heard an owl say that Star-by-Night had taken
the stars and was going to make them into a spell. “Well, we must make a plan to rescue the stars,” said the Moon.
Alter an hour or two a cloud called Bunny told them a plan. Then, the next time Star-by-Night left her cave to get
some herbs, the clouds sneaked into the cave and tried to rescue the stars but, the stars were gone. The clouds went
back to the Sun and Moon and this is what they said.
“Sun, Moon, what will we do? We cannot find the stars anywhere.”
One of the smallest clouds said, “Why can’t you ask the Owl if he knows anything about it?”
“Oh, yes,” shouted everybody but the old Owl had bad news. Star-by-Night had made the stars into a spell. “Well,”
said the Sun, “I will just finish her off one day.” After Star-by-Night came back from collecting the herbs, she saw that
the Sun had been taking her spells. Her face went black with anger.
“I will take a visit to the Sun,” she said and that is what she did. The Sun was so hot when she got there that she
frizzled up into mid-air and that is why Star-by-Night is NOT remembered.
JULIET CROSWELL Form 1
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and some Literary Views
AN OLD MAN FROM LAND
There was an old man from land Who tried very hard to get tanned Instead he got burnt,
And now he has learnt
That when you get tanned you expand.
SARAH STUBBS Form III 2
Jeremiah Casebook was a famous detective. He was sitting at home one evening when there was a loud tap at the
window.
One very, very cold night Jeremiah Casebook was sitting right in front of the window and he heard another tap. He
decided to wait for the third tap when he got up and looked to see who was there. Then suddenly he heard tap, tap
again.
Mr. Casebook crept up to the door and opened it. He shouted at the people outside his door, but there was no one there.
He could not believe it. He went back and sat down and thought for a while. What is it he thought. He lit his pipe and
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poured himself a drink. Then he heard another tap on the window. Maybe it was a burglar or someone who wanted to
kill him. He was very scared. He tip-toed up to his bedroom and got his gun and walked back down-stairs to the door.
There he waited. When he heard the noise again he flung open the door and shot two bullets into the air and walked
back to the window. Guess what he found? Nothing, nothing at all. He must have been imagining the noise or it
must have been the wind. Jeremiah was very sure that no one was trying to kill him. So he put his gun away and sat
down to finish his drink.
JULIE SMITH Grade 2
DIE WOLK
Wolkie in die lug,
Jy lyk soos ’n voël in vlug.
Ek sit hier onder die boom,
Ek kan maar net van jou droom.
Jy is daar bo so vry,
Ek moet maar altyd hieronder bly!
DOMINIQUE VAN ZYL Form II2
A DREAMER’S DREAM
Once upon a time there was a dat. A dat is an animal that lives on Mars and eats only Marsbars. This one’s name was
Red.
One day Red was looking out of Mars. He saw a poor little boy who was drowning in a lake on earth. Red just had to
rescue the little boy. How could he rescue him? Red’s father would see him and be cross with him. He would have to
take the back door so he went out of the back door and jumped into the air. He had never flown before. He went faster
and faster and faster. He picked up the little boy by his left leg and put him right back on the shore and away he flew
back to Mars.
MAY LYTTELTON Form I
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S.A.C.E.E. Creative Writing Competition Winners
THE CHEETAH
Standing on a large tree trunk she stares over the grassy plain. She jumps off the trunk then stiffens!
She has seen some impala grazing quietly down the valley. Slowly she takes a few steps. The herd of impala spot her
— they start to run.
The cheetah chooses her victim, she starts to run at an incredible speed like a flash of lightning across the plain. She
catches up with the buck, the buck has no chance, it darts from side to side trying to get rid of the cheetah.
She takes a leap, a cloud of dust is seen as the cheetah grabs the buck by the neck and holds it in its mouth.
Gradually the life giving air runs out of the buck and then all is still.
The cheetah drags the buck into cover, then lies down to rest and to munch her meat or to share it with her cubs.
AMANDA PRICE Form II 2
MIRACLES
The wind is a miracle, So is the tree,
So is the sun, and so are we.
A flower is a miracle, So is a bee,
So is a bird, and so are we.
Rain is a miracle,
So is the sea,
So is a cloud, and so are we. VICTORIA BRUCE Form II 2
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The Fern wood field trip
And Merit Certificates
KRANSHOEK
Kranshoek is a nature reserve near Plettenberg Bay. Kranshoek got its name because a “krans” is a cliff and a “hoek”
is a corner, so it is like a “cliff corner” overlooking the sea. To get to Kranshoek you can go by car on the Knysna
road. The most beautiful part of the drive is through the forests. The forests are indigenous and look absolutely lovely.
Suddenly you come to a big open area which overlooks the sea. After hauling everything out of the car, we start on the
long, steep walk down the mountain. The walk is through forests and fynbos. On the way down through fynbos we try
and count how many little wild flowers we can see. When we first got to the beach I got quite a shock because the
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beach is not sand like most beaches. It is of smooth pebbles. When the sea comes up it makes a lovely noise. Normally
when we get there we have lunch which is a fresh roll, cheese and biscuits and a drink. After that we look around at
the pebbles and take a few of them to use as ornaments at home. Finally, when the sun is setting we start on the long
walk up the hill.
JENNIFER PRICE Form II 2
THE STORY OF AUTUMN
The winter winds, they seen to call To the birds that sit upon the bare trees tall.
The trees they form a spice coloured haze,
The sun is weak on these shortening days.
A woody aroma wafts through the air,
Rustling and crunching you will often hear.
At night with the dark still blackened sky Comes the howling west wind with an eerie cry, It sweeps along the rolling
plains to blow away the summer rains.
Up in the farm house on the hill The roaring log fire takes away the chill.
How we long to be rid of that misty cold haze And run in the field on long summer days. FIONA MELROSE Lower
IV 1
Runner-up in the S.A.C.E.E. Creative Writing Competitoion.
TESTS
It’s Friday again, And time for tests, Sit still!
Listen hard!
Read carefully! Don’t speak!
Do your best!
Off you go!
Pencils down!
Well done!
It’s Friday,
And tests are Over.
MARIA NAKIOS Form II,
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eyes are blue. He doesn’t have a moustache or beard. 1 would say his eyebrows are sort of thin and his mouth is
always, or most of the time, smiling. His hands are big and often busy and he also has hairy arms and legs. My Dad’s
name is Peter Wood.
He is serious at his work, but when he comes home he’s always cracking jokes. I must say he is a busy worker and is
normally calm. Also he is very understanding and is always teasing us. When he’s sleeping he wants quietness, but
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when we want to sleep he always shouts “Wake up! no sleeping allowed in the day!”
He enjoys fishing and watching animals. His hobbies are flying and going on our boat. Dad always invents other
names for the dogs. For instance he calls Snoopy “Chongo”. He works in a wholesale business and he is the
Katherine O’Callaghan Grade 1
manager. I reckon he likes his work but is often tired after work. His office is in the office part of the wholesale firm.
My Dad doesn’t like getting cross and being ordered around. My Dad is not a very fussy man so he doesn’t have many
dislikes. He doesn’t like food to be cooked in a microwave and doesn’t like his shirts to be held by pegs while drying.
My Dad calls me nicknames, “Tackie” or “Wacktoad”. I love going on holi4ay with him, especially when we go to
Kasane and he teaches me to drive the boat. It’s such fun when we play ping-pong together — but he always wins! I
call him "Dad” or “Daddy” but to make him cross I call him “Papa”. I also like going to work with him. I love it when
he tells us stories of what he did at school during supper. I love it when we cuddle each other while we watch T.V.
together. I really love my Daddy.
TANYA WOOD Form II 2
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FAMILIES
MY MOM
Mommy, I love it
when you take me to riding,
when we go shopping,
swim and play games in the pool,
and when you put plants in the garden.
I love playing card games and scrabble with you and helping you make a tart,
I like it when you help me to do my homework, when you buy things for me, and when you tease me.
I love it when we talk to each other, and when we play with Rocky and Janine, and especially when we talk to each
other, and when we read each other stories, or look at television and laugh.
Mom I love you and thank you for all these things you have done.
BELINDA WEBSTER Form II 2
Off/
THE DONKEY WHO LOST HIS TAIL
Once upon a time there was a witch. I’m going on holiday to Africa she said to herself. She made some magic spells.
Then she started on her journey. Off she went to Africa. Here is where our story is really meant to start. Soon she saw
a nursery. She went to peep inside. There were a few toys there. There was a donkey, a monkey, an owl, a Jack-inthe-box and a bear. I’ll have some fun here. The witch got her suitcase from the bush where she had left it. She found
her magic spell that turned things invisible then she turned her suitcase and herself invisible. She went back to the
nursery window. She waited for night to come. When all the toys in the nursery were asleep, she put some magic onto
the donkey’s tail. The magic which the witch had put on the donkey’s tail was called Invisible Anaesthetic. It’s really
good. In the morning the first one awake was owl. Owl woke all the others. Look, said owl Donkey’s lost his tail. The
others gasped as they looked at donkey. We must begin a hunt, said owl. I’ll fly over the trees. I’M NOT BUDGING,
said monkey, I’M STAYING RIGHT WHERE I AM. Then we’ll go, said all the others at once. So off they went but
donkey was too sad to look for his tail, he just stood there crying. When evenig came all the toys came back to the
nursery. Bear do you know where any rope is? asked Jack-in-the-box. Ummm, yes I do said Bear. Would you get it
for me? said Jack-in-the-box. Bear got the rope and gave it to Jack-in-the-box took a pin from the box beside him and
pinned the rope where donkey's tail should have been. Don’t feel so bad, donkey said owl. Remember the fairies are
coming to visit us tomorrow. The next day, when owl wokeup the fairies were having a game of leap frog. Just then
the alarm-clock went off. Then bear told the fairies the story. The fairies put some magic onto the donkey’s tail and it
came back again.
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Dit lyk soos ’n spierwit net!
Ek glo dit nie,
Ek dog dit was maar net ’n ou storie,
Hier is geeste en goeters In die kamer met toeters!
Ek voel my lyf bewe
Ek hoop Sanlam waarborg my lewe,
Hulle kom nader en nader
Oo, nee, dis hier waar hulle vergader!
Nou lig hy sy arm
Hulle is almal kalm
Nou verdwyn hull saam met die maan
Sjoe, ek dog my hart het so ampertjies gaan staan!
NATASHA KAPP
Laer IV 1
ST. MARGARET’S DAY
I felt glad I felt sad
Never mind, it wasn’t too bad!
I had a shaker And a flag
And luckiness packed in a bag.
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ROEDEAN (BRIGHTON) CENTENARY
Wimbledon House School, as it was initially called, was started in Brighton by the three oldest Lawrence sisters in
1885, though the name Roedean was adopted just before the turn of the century to coincide with the move from the
town to the cliffs outside it. The school, of course, was one and the same and therefore 1985 was its Centenary year.
Had the Lawrence sisters not launched the enterprise this school would never have come into existence and therefore
our elder sister’s Centenary was very much an occasion for celebration.
I,
as a successor to the youngest Lawrence sister, Theresa, and her co-founder, Margaret Earle, was privileged to be
the chief SAORAial representative at the celebrations and travelled to the United Kingdom twice for this purpose.
On January 25th a dinner at the Dorchester for about 450 people launched the Centenary year. I travelled to London for
the function and was delighted to meet Anne Longley the new Head of the School, with whom I have subsequently
formed a good working relationship, and the British Lord Chancellor, Viscount Hailsham, who was the chief speaker.
It was, like most predominantly Old Girl occasion, full of excitement, nostalgia and anticipation and I am sure gave
satisfaction to everybody, including me.
We marked the year in various ways in South Africa and particularly by a cocktail party for Old Girls of both Schools
in Cape Town in April at which John Hunt, the recently retired Headmaster of the Centenarian, was present.
The major jamboree, however, was the gala weekend in July. My wife and I were there for it and Mr and Mrs John
Whiting, the Chairman of the Board and his wife, were fortunately in England at the same time to provide a
representative quartet. We joined up in London and travelled to Brighton together, where we stayed at the Old Ship
Hotel, in company with dozens of Old Roedeanians. We skipped the jazz concert on the Saturday morning but
thoroughly enjoyed the fete in brilliant sunshine and overlooking a calm sea on the Saturday afternoon. The ball,
initially for 600 but extended to 1700, was a marvellous occasion despite rain and totally understandable organisational
difficulties, not least of which was that there is one road only into the school. Company, food, wine, dancing (which
we didn’t get round to), a floodlit display by Pipers and a magnificent seascape firework show made the evening very,
very memorable. The Sunday Service of Thanksgiving and Concert were sincere, dignified and of a very high
standard. For obvious reasons the South African connection had to be played down but we were given a very warm
welcome. The school had clearly blossomed in its Centenary year and we are fortunate to have had the opportunity of
renewing old acquaintances and of strengthening our ties with an institution which is perhaps, for better or worse, the
best known educational establishment for girls in the English speaking world:
B.A.L.
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CULTURAL PURSUITS
20 Pages of creative ventures
' ‘ The ' White Lad'y’ of A ouanrhet.'' J. Bradley Matric I
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MUSIC REPORT - 1985
“Pastime with Good Company” — this was the theme of our Elizabethan Evening in the First term where we joined
with the English Department for a most enjoyable feast of sonnet, song and mead.
Choral music has always been much to the fore in the Private Schools and the idea previously used between the Junior
Schools, that of a choir festival, has now been extended to senior level. The venue for this was the Linder Auditorium
and the choirs gained a lot of experience from hearing one another before joining together to perform Benjamin
Britten’s Psalm 150.
The launching of the Private Schools Youth Orchestra has undoubtedly given a boost to instrumental music and the
standard achieved in its first concert augurs well for the future.
Within Roedean, instrumental music has blossomed and this was evident in a musical evening in the Second term
which featured pianists and various chamber ensembles of a high standard.
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The performances of Carmina Burana by Carl Orff brought together the talents of an augmented Roedean Choir and
Orchestra, including a huge percussion section. This work, sung in Latin and Medieval German to elaborate rhythmic
accompaniment, provided quite a challenge for the performers. Carl Orff originally intended this work to be performed
with dance and this we achieved to excellent effect with choreography by Mary-Ellen Roberts.
One of our treats in the Third term was undoubtedly the recital given by Beverly-Ann Green, prior to her competition
in Uruguay, in which she set a tremendous example to her pupils.
Our year opened on an early music note and so also it ended with a carol service, medieval in flavour, incorporating
voices, organ, recorders and orchestra all in the most beautiful setting of St. Georges.
BARBARA PYCRAFT Director of Music
Pastime in Good Company
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Roedean entered this Inter-schools Competition and under the direction of Mrs Middleton, the cast acquitted itself
most commendably.
A feature of this production was a high degree of co-operation which created noticeable unity and a
sense of purpose.
Well Done.
Earlier this year I had the enriching experience to be part of the producing team for our 1985 R.A.P.S. festival entry —
Under Milkwood. With the unfailing energy and support of our formidable cast of twenty-five, our days were a swirl
of Welsh imagery, vivid costumes, apple-green boxes and endless enjoyment. Eventually, a subdued interpretation of
Dylan Thomas emerged. Under Milkwood was like a flash of colour, sound and superb acting. Although we didn’t
win, Under Milkwood certainly lived up to its name. Not only did it produce beauty and vitality but beneath its
emerald sprigs we gained a valuable and enriching experience. . .
CAMILLA WALDMAN
UNDER MILKWOOD
by Dylan Thomas
Directors: Cindy Davies, Camilla Waldman
EIGHT EASY STEPS ON HOW TO PRODUCE A PLAY FOR THE R.A.P.S. PLAY FESTIVAL
1.
Find a suitable play.
2.
Choose an enthusiastic cast who will always attend every rehearsal.
3.
Churn out many bright, original costumes.
4.
Write a grammar-perfect motivation sheet.
5.
Perfect the play in the change-rooms on the night of the performance.
6.
Present an excellent production.
7.
Sign all autographs and consent to television requests.
8.
Collect the prizes.
Contradictory to popular belief, Under Milkwood, the play we chose, is not about a dairy in a forest. It is about lots of
bright, stereotyped characters living in a simple, closely-knit town. We tried to follow the eight ‘easy’ steps listed
above, except that we did not attend every rehearsal or sign any autographs. We did, however, collect three prizes: one
for the best costumes, another for our motivation sheet and one for Linda Murray’s acting.
VICTORIA MAYER and JANE EMERY
Mrs. Ogmore-Pritchard (Lynda Murray)
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One minute to curtain
BEHIND THE MILKWOOD
Cindy & Camilla direct delicate operations
Jo White gets the treatment
The magic of greasepaint
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SUNDAY TIMES MAGAZINE SHORT STORY COMPETITION 1985
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The girls entered this with gusto: The limit was 50 words. Here are only a few of these Quirky tales.
There is a woman on a stage, in front of an audience. As she acts, her tears run down her black cheeks, and our guilt
builds up under our white skins. But as we leave, it begins to fade until we are without it. And the woman, her tears
continue . . .
VICTORIA MAYER Ante Matric
The sky-blue, German-engineered, aero-dynamic, glittering Porsche screeched to a standstill. Alongside its sleek body
stood the poor, battered, over-used chassis of a luminous green Mazda. Eying each other belligerently, the eager men
revved their screaming engines. The green light flashed, the accelerators down, the Porsche stalled.
FAY CRANMER Ante Matric
Grey hair clopped slowly down along the path beside the lake, and sat down between two cypresses. Grey hair spoke to
her companion - also grey-haired - seated in a basket on an embroidered cushion - who answered with miaauws.
Senility put down her teacup. The basket sank remarkably rapidly, with little complaint.
SUSAN LEVER Ante Matric
There was a spider in her coffee, so she screamed. He removed a fly from a special box. The insect had a magnet
inside; he held the other. She fainted when he dropped the fly into her coffee. The spider paddled towards the loaded
creature and devoured it. It sank. ROSELEE RICHARDS Ante Matric
AND....
Angie Jones’ story won a Merit mention and was published in the Sunday Times Magazine
IT was morning and she was warm and contented. Soon she became restless, a tremendous hysteria came over her, she
had to leave. With urgency she tried to force her way out. Two hours later she escaped and her first moment of
independence was pierced with her mother’s dying screams.
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1985 STANDARD BANK NATIONAL SCHOOLS’ FESTIVAL
ROEDEAN’S VISIT TO GRAHAMSTOWN: JULY 1985
For those who had the pleasure of writing the English Olympiad and the privilege of attending the School’s Festival in
Grahamstown the world of Fugard has become a reality. For in the Eastern Cape one felt at home with Boesman and
Lena and traced the early writings and frustrations of a playwright whose roots have always been in the area of Port
Elizabeth and Grahamstown. It is not for nothing that Fugard’s work has achieved international acclaim and that his
works are being translated for performance in all the major theatre centres of the world. There are moments in his
“Master Harold and The Boys” which have one laughing until the laughter turns to tears and one realizes some painful
truths in the hypocrisy of attitudes towards racial harmony in a country we all love.
Fugard was the subject of this year’s English Olympiad. “Write about Fugard?” I had been given a source guide
compiled by Dr. Hauptfleisch and knew in advance that his works had been considerable. There followed quite a
search through public and private libraries to find copies of his plays since 1961 when “The Blood Knot” was first
presented. Tracing the life and work of this courageous native of Middleburg with all its heartache and frustration was
one of the most rewarding experiences of my life.
There were thirteen of us in the Roedean party. Packed like sardines in a Roedean bus we made our way down to
Grahamstown, stopping over in Aliwal North for a night where the hot springs were a novel form of entertainment.
We were ably driven and escorted by Mrs Middleton and Miss Anderson. We arrived and found that Mrs Middleton
was no stranger to Grahamstown and was able to help and direct us with great ease. This was fortunate for the schedule
was strenuous in the extreme. In addition to morning lectures which ranged from ones on setwork novels to one given
by Dr. Douglas Livingstone himself, we attended as many as three productions in the afternoons and evenings. We had
little time to visit the non-existent night spots and paint the town red.
There is a delightful distinction in the Grahamstown between ‘town’ and ‘gown’. As everyone knows, both the English
Festival and the Festival of Arts are held during the University holiday so we were not able to see much life on the
campus at Rhodes. But, if the ‘gown’ was absent, the town was friendly and we greatly enjoyed the hospitality of the
1820 Foundation.
The English Festival itself was wide ranging and interesting. While the lectures were of a high standard, some of the
performances were disappointing. Perhaps particularly in “A Man For All Seasons” which was done as a rather
amateur play reading. Although, thanks to the rigid schedule, we tended to stick largely to our own group, there was a
feeling of excitement in joining up with representatives from schools from all over South Africa and it was clear that
within the group of some 900 there would be voices that we would hear in the future.
The homeward journey was somehow slower and not only because it was uphill. In Grahamstown we had felt the ruboff of greater learning and we were given our first taste of university life.
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FIRING THE IMAGINATION
SUMNER BLOCK — POTTERY STUDIO
The Pottery is light and airy. The wall is made up of commercial glazed tiles onto which the girls painted in 5 “onglaze” colours. These were then fired to 780°C and a design created by laying them out on the floor in categories such
as dense colour, hydrangea, black and white, diagonal stripe, etc. The end result is a pleasing, unique, permanent wall
finish.
We all enjoy using this new facility and when it is full of busy chatting potters exchanging ideas, it is an absolute joy.
BRIGID WARD
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THE SUMNER BLOCK
COMES
It’s intriguing to see how one topic inspires a variety of responses. “ON THE OUTSIDE LOOKING IN”: FIRST
THOUGHTS ON MOVING TO JOHANNESBURG
It was in June 1983, just two years ago, that my father dropped the bombshell! He had accepted the invitation to take
up a senior post in the S. A.B.C. and we would have to move to Johannesburg.
“So what?” we all thought. Lots of people are transferred or move at their own wish so why worry? We were under no
pressure as Daddy was prepared to commute for the first six months so as not to disturb our school year. However, this
must have been the longest six months of my life. Living in Cape Town, going to school at Herschel and yet thinking
all the while that I should be in Johannesburg. It was during this time that I was an outsider looking in. Looking in on
what, after^ all, is the only internationally recognized South African city in the world.
Thoughts immediately turn to its turbulent history and its fascinating tapestry of people and events. It was in the nature
of an outsider looking in that I started reconstructing stories that I had read and conversations I had had with my
Johannesburg relations, stories which showed Johannesburg to be hostile, materialistic, superficial and boring. Against
this I had been given assurance that Johannesburg boasted some of the top private and open schools in the country.
While it has always been said that there is no culture north of the Vaal River, I had learnt to appreciate that this was
not only a total fallacy, but that the art scene in Johannesburg was as lively as one could expect in any big city.
It was on the hottest day in September of 1983 that my sisters and I flew to Johannesburg for an interview with the
Master and our first look at Johannesburg. Our first impressions of Roedean were that of an oasis in a concrete jungle,
a small English village preserved in the midst of skyscrapers. Our visit to the school and the world that we had been
accepted into did much to overcome the overriding fear that we might be swamped in an unfriendly city.
It is eighteen months since we made the move and started a new life here in Johannesburg and it has been fun, on
occasions, to reconsider the picture conjured up as an outsider looking in. Johannesburg is certainly fast moving but
exciting. It is materialistic and alas, superficial. But, there is a quality of life to be found in the richness of its people
and I have found the experience very stimulating. I have become a Johannesburger, but I will always value the
thoughts I had as an outsider looking in!
CAMILLA KOHLER Ante Matric 1
ON THE OUTSIDE, LOOKING IN
I am the lingerer on the outskirts of crowds. I lurk behind walls and in alley ways. I fill up deserted houses. I am the
one who echoes among wrecked cars and rattles in hollow corridors. I am the haunter of old-age homes, of singlesbars, of distant corners of Children’s Homes and of playgrounds, of the sickbed, of the soul. I am always on the
outside, looking in, always left out.
Through windows, my hollow eyes make out red firesides and mellow walls. In the moonlit wild park, I am bowled
along by the wind until I come to rest by a building.
Perhaps a party will be in progress. I know how the music will draw me to another windowpane to watch the merry
chatterers, carefree dancers. Outside my icy breath freezes the glass. I must hear the laughter, it is a hunger in me. I
devour fun . . .
He who is not part of this fun will see something at the window, a glimmer, perhaps, or snatch of a glimpse and when
he steps outside, I will be waiting for him. Behind his reflection in the rearview mirror, there will be a terrible face, the
reflection of a grey, scarred visage, that sags beneath his burden of sorrows. Under bony brow-ridges are empty
sockets, devoid of Life; cavernous nostrils and a gaping mouth. The Outcast in his silent world watching the television
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show of Life, with the sound turned down.
He can but imagine the pleasures of society, for he will never feel them. Perhaps, he will hear them or collect the
broken aftermath as souvenirs of the life he never had and friends he never made. When he goes (for these Outcasts
never die, they merely pass away), he will leave behind a legacy that almost was, could have been . . . heights that
would have been achieved, had not his eyes been blurred by tears and helped him to lose his footing, the mirage - like
crowds he ran to, but as he stumbled into their midsts, melted away.
My kiss is my chastity-belt, my handcuffs, my jealous restraint. You have all worn my trademark, my talisman, on the
outside, looking in, for I am Loneliness, the first death.
ROSELEE RICHARDS Ante Matric I
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House Gala E. Chan Upper VI
SAVING THINGS
I save things. I like saving things, storing memories in shells and pictures, capturing moments on photographs. Saving
things is a reassurance of the past; something I can fall back on, something that will always be there.
Sometimes I sit in my room, my cupboards and drawers emptied out on the floor. I sit submerged in a sea of fantasy,
oblivious to the outside world.
Turning over a worn photograph, I see a group of people sitting on a crowded beach. Memories of a long-forgotten
summer holiday came floating back. Snatches of songs popular at the time and snippets of conversation fill my mind.
The memories are once again lost to me as my eyes settle on an old matchbox. A flattened coin falls out. Why, yes I
remember! Sitting next to the old railway tracks, a sharp contrast to the brilliant green of the surrounding Natal hills. A
black boy hands me a coin, flattened by a train; it is for good luck and long life, he says; “Keep it.”
My hand touches something smooth and hard. An amethyst. My grandmother gave it to me. It reminds me of
her. It is sophisticated, yet filled with an inner glow of warmth; hard, yet understanding. Memories of her settle in my
mind only to be scattered with another discovery.
An old, faded teddy-bear cuddles my kitten. Old and new are in harmony. A cowrie shell balances on a brightly
coloured, abstract shape. Old and new are in contrast. It all adds to the peacefulness. Time seems to stand still.
Something stirs as a slight breeze moves time on. I pick up some bright red feathers. I remember excitement, sun,
crowds, music and more music. The Concert in the Park. Music fills the room, fills my head; fading as the feathers slip
to the floor.
My room becomes a storm of the past. Memories swirl in vast clouds as I dance to the tune of the past; faster and
faster. A loud knock on the door brings me back to reality. “Supper is ready.” The spell is broken, but the magic
remains as I close the door on my fantasy world. KAREN RISSIK Ante Matric 1
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A Beloved Country .
DESOLATION
The air hangs like a drape over the valley, enclosing it. Life is indefinitely suppressed beneath the heat. The slopes and
plains are bare and the soil shivers invisibly. A tattered black tyre and a sheet of rusty metal burn under the fiery glare
of the sun. Suspended on a heavy air-current, a black eagle attempts escape. It has gone.
The life-giving yet destroying sun blazes down on the desolation, piercing through the invisible barrier of the
atmosphere, making it possible yet impossible to distinguish light from dark. I am too close to it; my vision is blurred.
I see only shimmering black, brown and blue.
Nothing sings or utters its familiar insect cry. No colours reflect the intense heat. At my feet runs a river of cracked
earth, which crumbles when touched. A single blade of frazzled grass withers under the feeble shadow of a small rock.
In the vast, tired valley nothing stirs. The non-existence stretches from one end of it to another and the oppressive
silence screams out a desperate cry of desertion. There is no other living thing here, no plant, no ant, no water to give
life. I stagger under the realization of total desolation and suspension of life. I am completely alone with the earth and
the sun.
There was once a river running through my valley, which became thick with red mud after a storm. Thick green grass
covered the slope on which I stand and cattle grazed here. On the farthest slope a crop of mealies thrived and there was
a group of huts in the shadow of a large marula tree.
But the cattle ate everything. The rain ceased. The river dried up. The people left to seek a better future. Their huts
crumbled. Only the bare trunk of the marula is left, parched and cracked.
Desolate, only the frame of the valley remains.
ALEXANDRA BRIGGS Upper V I
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PERSPECTIVES ON AFRICA
The passage was cold, gloomy and dusty. There was a dank smell, partly because of the heat outside. The large
sweatshirt hung off him to his bare knees. They were scarred and grey, in contrast with his wide brown face. His feet
were scuffed and calloused.
The heat was shimmering outside, where his mother stood clutching a small dirty torn piece of linen to her eyes. She
had been outside for a long time; what had the man told her?
The cold, sharp silence was interrupted by a child crying in the next door room. A sharp slap was heard and the child
stopped crying with a loud hiccup.
His mother gave a weary sniff and tucked the piece of linen into her worn sleeve as she padded into the house. He
could barely hear what they were saying. “How much longer?” “It is hard to say, the child is . . .’’The sound was
muffled by the yells from the small baby again - It longs for the warm milk that his mother’s breast can no more
provide.
He watches the man with the black bag and shiny shoes approach him. This man brings death. He is the dirty linen
cloth that soaks up all the tears of sorrow. The red cross on the small black bag is death. Death is painful, weak and
horrible. It meant a stomach like a big football and deep grooves where the bones joined. A big, round, wet, shiny
droplet fell to the floor.
He ran his fingers along his large stomach and looked at his small, fragile legs, and again at the big man. The footsteps
echoed louder and louder; the shadow crept over him like a leopard stalking its prey.
He ran outside into the thick heat and noise of the insects. His heart was beating like bones on a big skin drum. His
foot hit something and the pain surged through his body. As he fell to the ground his eyesight disappeared with the
pain he had felt.
The blood made a hard brown crust where he lay and the sand stuck to the streaks his tears had made.
JULIA WILLIAMS Ante Matric II
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Self - Deception J. Kumst Matric II
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DRESSING UP
The sun peeps over the horizon and the birds begin their chirping. The rays of sun are hot and the freshness of the
morning has gone. In the dusty chicken run outside, the large proud cock starts to crow.
The little boy wakes up, sweating. The sun is streaming in on him and the hessian curtain is flapping in the warm wind.
He pretends to be asleep when his mother walks in, because he likes feeling her warm hand on his cheek and the
gentle way she utters his name. “Thabo, Thabo.” For a moment the little boy’s bleary eyes melt with his mother’s dark,
clear eyes.
When his mother enters again she is carrying the tin bath filled with water from the trickling stream. She says no
words to the boy as she lays the tub down. The water is cool and the boy enjoys the feel of it on his steamy skin. He
remembers when the tub looked so big to him that his mother had to wash him for fear of him drowning. Now there
was barely enough room for him.
His mother enters again and lays his vest and a small, irregular cake of soap next to him. She walks out again, closing
the curtain behind her. He reaches across to the cake of soap and holds it gently in his hands, like a piece of bread or a
newly laid egg, which they so seldom enjoy. He then washes, loving the slippery feeling of the soap on his body. After
submerging his head in the water, he gets out of the bath. The sun and the wind steal the water off his body and he is
soon dry. He puts on his clean vest, enjoying the smell of the soap on it. It has been mended and patched in various
places, but it is clean.
He pushes the hessian curtain back and pads into the big room where his mother is mending his trousers. They smell
clean too. She works steadily, flicking off the flies that settle on her hands as she sews. The little boy traces a fly as it
aimlessly rebounds off the corrugated iron ceiling.
At last his mother has finished. He slips each leg into the thin material carefully, so as not to break it. Once they are
fastened he looks down at them and his heart is filled with pride. He smiles at his mother with his eyes twinkling. His
mother puts her soft, warm hand on the little boy’s head and smiles, cocking her head to get a better look at her smart
son. She picks up his folded shirt and lovingly buttons it up for him. Although the shirt is worn and faded, it has
character and each year has left a different mark on it.
They hear steady footsteps outside and the boy’s father enters carrying a small coffee tin filled with foamy milk. He
lays it down on an apple box and the boy lifts it, drinking from it thirstily. Satisfying his thirst, he places the half-full
tin back on the box, wiping the white moustache from his mouth.
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His mother and father are dressed smartly when they enter the big room again. The boy looks up at them with
admiration. His father is wearing his favourite soft, thin felt hat and his mother is wearing her smart dress. The
little boy had always liked the dress, because of the frill in a different material that she had sewn on it to make it
longer.
The parents drink the remainder of the milk and the family holds hands tightly, closing their eyes, as the father says a
prayer of thanks.
After they have given thanks to God, they step outside into the shimmering heat. The boy, holding hands with his
mother and father, moves his eyes from his mother s face to his father’s face and to the church in the distance. The
expression on his face does not alter and is filled with pride, respect and admiration.
As they enter the little corrugated iron church, the music wheezes, out of tune, from the old harmonium and the
candles burn fervently, throwing wonderful shadows onto the mud floor.
The boy looks down at his clothes and then at the candles that burn as he does with the fire of God. His heart swells
and he is filled with exhilaration and joy. JULIA WILLIAMS Ante Matric II
Lines of communicatior
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“LOOKING BACK THROUGH THE HAZE”
The sun that burns down on Death-Watch Mountain is still the same. The sun that burns now is the same sun that burnt
down on them, over a hundred years ago. Voices filter through the heat-thick air; cool streams of sound. They died of
course. Died, hot and sweaty, in their red wool coats, screaming their lives away on the tips of sun-hot spears.
The mountain stands like a lone sentinel. To those who fought and died there, an evil, black cloak spreads out from its
foot. To us, who stand and listen, the Mountain’s shadow is a puddle of coolness in the sun.
We stand and listen, then, to the story of a thousand-strong red-coats who fought and died, and all about us, here, rise
white cairns. And the noon-hot sun burns the yellow grass brown.
The heat rises up to us, distorting the vista until the mountain and all around it seem transported back through time,
until then is now, and a thousand redcoats, beneath a January sun, brave the might of
Zululand that flows across the plateaux. Thick, like brown molasses it flowed on until the red-coats were caught in its
midst. And slowly, like air bubbles, they disappeared.
The listening party walks out of the shade into the sun; the heat that makes us sweat is from the same sun that burned
down on the fighters in red-wool-coats and blue-serge-trousers.
We stare, and stare, as those who visit battle-sights do. We climb the mountain and look out over the quiet, yellow
plains. And, through the heat haze, I see shining brown bodies moving towards Death-Watch Mountain.
We left Death-Watch Mountain as the long shadows of evening fell upon the cairns, cloaking them with dark shadows
for mourning drapes.
And as we left that place, how were they to know that, where the Brazen-heat rose from black-burnt rocks, I stood and
watched with them?
KATHRINE VAN VUUREN Ante Matric 1
On the look-out
E.
Slander Ante Matric II
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Cry the Beloved Country —
,
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Some Upper V observations inspired by the study of Paton’s novel.
“It seems that just as there are those (in the novel) who are unprepared to accept black people into a brotherhood of
shared humanity, there are those who know that our only hope lies in it. Looking at my land in 19851 cry: “If only we
could realise that we are inextricably linked, by our humanity. We could prevent further moral and social disintegration
of South Africa.” Love is the only antidote Paton believes can heal our land — I believe it too.”
L. HICKLING Upper V I
‘ ‘The majority of the white prople in this novel are aware of the plight of black people, but are so engrossed in their
own prosperity that they appear indifferent to the misery, poverty and numb hopelessness all round them. That was
1948 and not much appears to have changed in 1985, but we must heed Paton’s words: “Whether we be fearful or no,
we shall never, because we are a Christian people, be able to evade the moral issues...”
T. HUGGETT Upper V I
“Paton shows how two men, from vastly different worlds, can suffer the same pain and come together in love and
forgiveness. Helplessness can be transformed into a positive hope. There is still a possible, practical way to make
South Africa a country of justice and brotherhood. This novel is still most surely of great value as a political and
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social document for South Africa. If it carried an urgent and relevant message in 1948, it is even more pertinent to
today’s pain-wracked South Africa — Cry, my beloved country.”
A. JONES Upper V I
“There is an unbroken thread of fear which runs through this novel and it weaves itself into every human situation. It is
still in the fabric of our society in 1985. It cuts deep into the hearts and minds of Blacks and Whites alike.
“There are voices crying what must be done, a hundred, a thousand voices. But what do they help if one seeks for
counsel, for one cries this, and one cries that, and another cries something that is neither this nor that, ’ ’ writes Paton.
I am deeply troubled by that. Do we not realise or want to realise that the only way anything can be healed in South
Africa is if we all cry together, for one another and for a better land — OUR LAND?”
Y. THOMAS Upper V I
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Cry the Beloved Country— A selection of responses to the pain of a land.
SHADOWS
I sleep
Far from the overshadowing distress of the innumerable shacks.
I am helpless to help these sufferers of our land.
Entangled in their broken lives Shattered by invaders in uniform trucks,
Ripping their souls from them,
Demanding untruths,
For future evidence.
No joy is found in the darkness of the smouldering streets. The white moon
Illuminates the fleeting shadows fleeing into shadows. Captured
And enclosed by their will to be free,
To breathe.
I write in hope,
wondering if I will be able to sleep tonight.
Whilst Alexandra’s shadow flows with blood.
My pillows drip with tears.
K. WALLINGTON Matric II
PROTECTED
Protected by a cocoon of security,
We live in our posh northern suburbs. Never seeing, never understanding, Until our cocoons are stripped away And we
see,
The Real Truth P. STURROCK Upper V II
My aunt once took me there: It was another world — It is the place where people are necklaced, trucks and cars are
destroyed. The people live in make-shift shacks. They could never begin to cut out the winter wind chill factor.
Chickens and geese duck about the street. People slouch around, unoccupied, frustrated, bored. An air of destruction
and desolation pervades. It is Alexandra.
K. BRISTOWE Upper V I
Thoughts of a White 16-year old in a time of violence— Violence is no longer a crime or death a tragedy — They’re
facts about everyday, accepted without pity —
Even I must sometimes remind myself to be moved, shocked by the “facts” which are almost as frequent as the breaths
I take —
And it sickens me —
But my life goes on. Unaffected.
Carefree.
Unless I choose to read between the lines of “The Star” G. Shields Ante Matric I
These cold winter nights I wonder how many people are lying in a roofless shack with only a thin blanket to protect
them from the freezing night air while I lie here in my heater-warmed bedroom, enveloped in duvets and cosy
cushions.
A. Goldkom Ante Matric I
APARTHEID!
It’s splattered on the front page every night.
It makes the news headlines every broadcast.
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It’s the main discussion at every dinner party.
It’s the bankruptcy, the teargas, the student riots, the farewell parties at “International Departures”, the full page ads in
the papers ....
But what do I, with plans for the holidays and meat in the microwave, really know?
J. WHITE Ante Matric II
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Uit die blou van onse hemel
I live in a white, protected, South African World and I’m
confused:
Dr Smith is packing up; he’s going to England.
The Wingfields are also going.
There are, "For Sale” signs going up everyday in Houghton, Parktown and all the Northern suburbs.
Everyone is moving out......
........meanwhile.......
In the townships another bus has been burnt, another innocent man has been necklaced and terror rules the streets.
All around the AWB are making more banners while in Crossroads the “Witdoekies” have killed another Comrade.—
Ex Unitate Vires?
S. WILLIAMS Upper V I
White Land
There is no white in this White Land — just the blackness of mourning.
Maybe the only whiteness
is that of the eyeball of a corpse
plundered into the dirty waters of death. They have a right to hope — to hope for the rays of the sun to spear the
lingering, diseased night. But in vain.
I often stop to think — what is right in this White Land?
K. RISSIK Matric I
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J. Kumst Matric II
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SERVAMUS
CENTRE OF CONCERN
The main emphasis at Centre of Concern is on practical communication. It was started in 1979 by Mrs. Anne Stewart.
This “afternoon activity’’ provides a very necessary function in our Roedean community. It takes place every Tuesday
afternoon in Schollay where a few girls from the senior half of the school teach their pupils English, Mathematics and
Afrikaans. As I mentioned earlier, communication is our main objective. My most enjoyable experience is in listening
to their orals. Unfortunately they don’t derive the same pleasure from these orals as I do. This I understand as French
orals have always been my secret dread. However, when they do their orals, they enlighten me, as a non-South
African, as to many of their customs and ways of life. Understandably their favourite subject is their families and
homes from which they are sepirated. As well as the orals we teach them grammar, how to fill in forms, how to use
telephone directories and other essentials necessary to lead a modern city life.
I would like to thank Mr. Louw for giving his staff time off on Tuesdays so they are able to attend. I have enjoyed my
days at the Centre of Concern and hope that other girls will carry on this enjoyable and helpful activity.
LISA CAVANAGH-DOWNS Matric I
THE CENTRE OF CONCERN
I can’t even start to explain how satisfying it is to see the look of pleasure on the black staffs faces when they attend
their weekly lesson. One would think that the idea of work would make them grumpy, but their desire to learn is so
intense, that they even ask for extra homework! (I couldn’t imagine ever doing that!) Every Tuesday I teach three
pupils who are presently doing their Std. 8year. Naturally, their education has been neglected, because they have had
to work to make ends meet, but the Centre of Concern has tried to make them as knowledgeable as possible. One of
my pupils, Edward, is in Std. 3 and The short story below is written by him:
My best friend
I went to the seaside with my best friend by lorry on Saturday. We left our home at six o’clock in the morning when
the sun had risen with my friend.
When we arrived at the seaside we looked for a suitable spot where we could camp out over the weekend. We pitched
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our tent in an open space near some low bushes.
There was a tap not far from our tent in front of the shower cubicles. We collected fire wood in the bush and made a
fire near the tent after we had gone for our first swim in the surf. We spent a happy evening by the camp fire, singing
to the accompaniment of a guitar and looked at the lovely night sky. We went to bed late after we had had a glass of
hot milk. The next morning we got up early before the sun had risen, to go for an early morning dip.
It was great fun chasing each other on the beach and diving in the cool water with my friend —
EDWARD KHAPATHE
I recommend the Centre of Concern to girls with patience and the will to pass on their knowledge to people less
privileged than themselves.
LISA LEVOR Upper V
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Another essay by a Centre of concern pupil —
My hero
Ace Ntsoeleng, the football player, is the one whom I admire the most of all the players in the world. Ace played for
Iwisa Kaizer Chiefs’ ’. Early one year Ace went overseas to play for Manchester United.
I
still remember the match during which Ace showed me the importance of football. It was on Saturday afternoon
when I went to a football match at Ellis Park Stadium. People came from afar and near because it was the most
important match of the year as Ace had come back from overseas.
At three o’clock the two teams came on to the field. The chiefs’ players were playing in black and gold jerseys. Ace
wore the number 10 jersey.
The referee blew his whistle and the match began. Soon after the match began, Ace took the ball up the field and
dribbled the ball up the middle-field, past the back line and scored the first goal. During the time that the referee blew
the whistle for the start, the crowd shouted very loudly. After ten minutes, Ace took the ball and did the same, and
scored the second goal. The Wits players tried very hard, but Ace was not giving them a chance. He was holding the
whole match on his shoulders.
The referee blew the whistle for the end of the match. All the Chiefs people in the crowd were very pleased and I went
home happily as Ace showed me the "star” for the future. EVANS MUSEKWA
ET ORAMUS
CHAPEL
As sacristan, it has been my duty, with the help of Mrs. Thomas and Sister Roche, to look after the Chapel. Each
Tuesday and Friday the Chapel has to be prepared for the weekly service. On weekends and at the beginning of each
term it has to be prepared for a Eucharist, at which I and either Dana Braithwaite or Jackie Broadfoot have served. The
main event which took place in our Chapel this year was the confirmation of 12 Roedean girls, who were confirmed by
Bishop Desmond Tutu.
On the day of National Prayer for Reconciliation, the Chapel was open all day and all girls and parents were invited to
attend an early morning service to mark this day. Each year there are weddings held at the Roedean Chapel and this
year was no exception.
Although life at the Chapel is very quiet, I have certainly enjoyed being sacristan for 1985 and I wish God’s blessing
on all those who are sacristan after me or who stop by for a moment or two of reflection.
C. JOHNSON
S.C.A. REPORT
Thanks mainly to the enthusiastic and experienced help of Miss Dimitriou, the Student’s Christian Association has
grown into a larger and more unified body. We have been recognised and fitted into the timetable, enabling us to
expand our membership and increase our organisation.
Throughout the year we have invited many speakers including Jeannie Guthrie, Canon Peter Lee, members of staff,
and Anne Bothwell, an old girl of Roedean. Certain members have been able to attend camps for leadership - training
as representatives run by Scripture Union, who also held a very successful mission for a week at Roedean. There have
been two fellowship meetings this year, where staff, parents and girls have attended. We hope to continue these next
year.
VICTORIA MAYER
Create an Egg Competition Entry J. Williams Matric II
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A little light relief BALD-HEADED RYAN
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As a child I had perfected the art of attracting the strongest and most ridiculous friends I could find. Perhaps the
funniest character that comes to mind is my best friend - Ryan.
Ryan was in grade two with me and he was a normal boy in every respect. There was one peculiarity however,. . .
Ryan was bald. Rumour had it that there wasn’t a hair on his head, not even fuzz 1 have always had immense interest
in people who are different and when I got wind of his embarrassing condition I immediately took it upon myself to be
his friend and loyal companion. Ryan wore a wollen hat with a pom-pom and he absolutely refused to remove it. 1
would often sit eyeing the red hat perched on his head and my fingers would be itching to pull if off and reveal his
guarded secret. But 1 didn’t have the nerve to do the unthinkable. Ryan and I would spend countless afternoons in my
mother’s shop reading books and drinking liqui-fruits. I had even begun to like him and was seriously considering
marrying him.
One day, Ryan ventured to tell me that he would show me his head. It was the moment I had been waiting for. “But
don’t laugh,” he warned. Solemnly I swore to this and slowly Ryan peeled away the pom-pom hat to reveal a
beautiful, pink, egg-shaped head, smooth and rounded. My dreams were fulfilled. Now there was doubt in my mind, I
was going to marry bald-headed Ryan. CORINNE JENKINS Middle V I
THE DRAGONFLY
Like a large pin with a black head,
It whirrs across the pond and settles on a waterlily. The tapering body, long, smooth and elegant. Delicate black lace
wings tied in a bow on its back. From beneath it the long, black, thread-like legs Support it like a house on sticks.
Like antique silver, it has tarnished, and changes From silver green to silver mauve in the sunlight. Quietly, gently,
blending in with the noise of A summer’s day, the engine starts up again. Without a twitch, the dragonfly lifts up; only
its Wings disappear as it flies.
JULIA WILLIAMS Ante Matric II
DRAGONS
His was a world of fantasy. He could remember as a little boy, seeing his grandmother at the bottom of the bed, with
her glasses at the tip of her nose, reading a dragon story to him. He was safe and snug under his quilt, and the stars
twinkled at him through the dark night. Then he would drift away, and all he could hear was the hum of her voice, and
he’d dream of dragons. He didn’t think of them as scary creatures, but as lovable creatures, something similar to dogs.
They had big, soft brown eyes, a pink ticklish tongue and mostly had furry ears. He had a dragon as a friend; his name
was Benji and he was invisible. Benji loved fudge, and every night the boy used to leave some on his windowsill, so
that the dragon could fly from Dragonland (situated not far from the moon) to the branch of the willow tree where he
sat down, using the branch as a chair and the sill as a table and there he’d eat the fudge. The boy was never afraid of
the night; the dragons protected him from witches and ghosts so he need not feel afraid. Then, one day, somebody told
him that there weren’t such things as dragons. His teacher had told him. She had a hooked nose and watery blue eyes
and when she talked to him she stuck her nose so close to his face that his nose almost touched hers and all he could
see were her eyes with their tiny pupils. And he knew then that the dragon did not exist and that there’d be no-one to
protect him from the ghosts and witches of the night and that there’d be no-one to play with him.
VENETIA JOUBERT Upper V II
The Science department to the rescue
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DRESSING UP
Arthur Candleberry was happy for many reasons, one being that he was happy of habit and habits are hard to break. At
present, he was a little less happy than usual. His glass eye lent an air of strangeness to his cherubic face at the best of
times, but the lack of an orb was certainly no improvement. He had been twiddling it about in his fingers, while
waiting for business, when it had fallen and rolled somewhere into the dimmer recesses of the shop.
Pankhurst’s Funeral Parlour was dark and gloomy, though not quite small enough or stark enough to be called pokey.
Voluminous navy curtains festooned the windows. The plush carpet was also navy; so was Arthur’s chair and the
counter and till, lurking hungrily beneath the only lamp, swinging by its ornate fitting from the ceiling. A large, dusty
mass of vegetable matter squatted nastily on a dark pedestal near the door. This was the only permanent member of the
plant population in the shop. The other ostentatious arrangements were sold or delivered to customers within the week.
The doorbell tinkled as Arthur approached it on his hands and knees. “I’ll be with you in a minute!” he called and
crawled straight into a pair of silk-stockinged legs. The owner of the legs was an attractive girl of about Arthur’s age.
He looked up at her, feeling about two feet high. “I’ve lost my eye,” he explained unnecessarily, indicating the vacant
socket. The girl continued to look disapproving. He realised he was in an extremely compromising position. His
customer clutched her skirt around herself and glowered. He arose quickly from his semi-supine position, neat black
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tie askew, dapper grey threepiece suit not so comfortable upon his almost two dimensional frame.
“I’ve come about Father,” the girl told Arthur brusquely. “Ah . . . name?” “Abigail,” said she. “I meant your surname,”
said Arthur apologetically, wishing heartily that his eye was in its rightful place. “Dawes,” said Abigail. Arthur
examined his list of customers. “Daniels, Dawson . . . no. No Dawes. Shall I call our other branch across town?”
Abigail thought he should and while they waited for Cedric to call back, Arthur thought he ought to take down some
measurements, “just in case”. “Er . . . how tall is your father?” “Five foot nine. Why do you only have flowers in your
windows?” “Mr. Pankhurst thinks it’s infradig to exhibit one’s wares.” “Aren’t you going to ask me any more of his
dimensions?” “Those fall under Particulars. What colour?” Abigail shot him a strange look. “Black. Its for a funeral,
you know.” “Right,” it was Arthur’s turn to be puzzled. “And inside?” “Inside?” “Yes, red; white; burgundy, that’s
nice ...” “Well, nobody’s going to be seeing it, so it doesn’t matter.” Arthur was amazed at her callousness.
“Do you remember what model you ordered?” “My father ordered it, I’m merely collecting it.” “Ooops.” Arthur
thought, pulling out the dossier containing the different makes of coffin. ‘.‘Now we’ll never know what
he wanted.” “What would you like him to have?” He flipped open the file. Abigail started saying something about it
being up to her father, when she jerked back from the dossier. “But these are coffins!” “Are you going to bury him in a
bag?” asked Arthur angrily. “I’m not going to bury him at all ! I’m picking up his new suit.”
The doorbell had not ceased jangling before Arthur had resumed his search for his missing eyeball.
ROSELEE RICHARDS Ante Matric I
Springtime at Roedean or "A rose by any other name.
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IT IS DUSK; A CHILD ENTERS THE ROOM CARYING AN ICE-CREAM CONE
Every one of Renoir’s dappled pastel hues was evident in my candy-floss pink childhood.
Able hands smoothed out all wrinkles in both starched aprons and in my secure little existence. But the importance of
people paled beside our unconquerable ocean of a garden which lay alternately blazing in its semiexplored fascination
or shrouded in an intangible veil. Inseparable months and days were devoted to its earthy generosity. The large plastic
leaves, like the palms of one’s hand, sometimes provided me with a shady retreat when the minor hiccoughs of my
tutelage made their presence felt. The garden was my sturdy haven, my faithful solace.
It distracted me; provided me with much-needed attention, subtly grew and altered around me, throughout my mother’s
grey illness. Her eventual death only brought about a slight ache, which I slipped aside. Nothing seemed to mar my
dreamy little idyll.
I
was never really aware of my appearance, so it came as a jolting shock when once I discovered two youths
spiriting about under my trees one powdery dusk. I was at once intrigued, surprised and rather indignant at their
audacity. Their awe and gawping mouths aimed at a rumpled little proprietress pink cheeked and gazing back with
startled grey marbles of eyes, urged them to look nonchalant, yet with a hint of threat underneath somewhere. Their
realization that I was a girl untrapped my suppressed mirth. After much side-splitting, I was informed that a girl had no
right to dabble in the male’s domain of play; especially one as pretty as me. However, I brushed this slightly annoying
remark aside, and we continued our rowdy game; a familiar threesome
The hazy summer streaked our buttercup hair, dusted golden cocoa-powder onto our innocent skins and slowly hinted
at the novel hidden complexities existing in human rapports. We seemed to drift in and out of the sun-dripped Eden;
each marshmallow day interrupted by good-byes. The pure pleasure derived from our asexual lack of restraint drove us
to distraction in our white flurries of amusement.
Suddenly, nature betrayed me. I was frustrated by the icy little darts of wind it aimed at us and by opaque veils
selfishly drawn over our sun.
Before, concentric layers of clothing helped me brave the cold, but now I became irritable, resorting to fittingly icy
words. For the first time, I voluntarily remained within the unfamiliar confines of my nursery. Disgusted, the boys
chauvinistically labelled my behaviour “typical” and wandered away. The household was at once surprised, and then
convinced that my late mother’s mysterious illness had extended its evil tentacles in my direction. My spirit
plummeted, swamped by liberal doses of precautionary medicines, lack of exercise and by conventionality. My eyes
frequently swam in warm tears, like blood seeping through a bandage. No one attributed my change in attitude to the
awkward, uncertain domain of adolescence. One grey evening, as I dully gazed at my sallow legs, devoid of the usual
battery of cuts and bruises, a child entered the room, bearing an ice-cream cone triumphantly. As I gazed enviously at
the smudged milky streaks dribbling down the cone, my sister offerered me a lick. I declined, shaking my head to clear
the unfamiliar confusion of this new scorn. What had happened . . . why? MICHELE MULL1NOS Ante Matric I
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THE BREAKFAST RUN
It was on a Sunday morning, very early. At4 a.m. the lights started to go on first in Craighall Park and Olivedale and
later in other parts of the city. The Roedean Runners were arising to take part in the Barclays Bank Executive Relay.
The team consisted of Neisha Green, Pat Hobday, Julie Anderson, Ema McCarthy, Pam Simpson, Jenny Smith, Erica
Kinnear and Marian Middleton and of course, our Stirling seconders Claire Jackson, Bev Thom and Glynis Watkins
and our Captain Geordie Dimitriou.
What a way to spend a Sunday morning, pounding the streets of the Northern Suburbs. But it’s the hills that kill. I
know I can, I know I can, I think I can ... ah well, I shall just walk the last twenty paces to the top and then down hill
again.
Shall I meet any of these people again, the ones I have run with and communicated with in gasps along the road? We
all have something in common and we are pleased to be out here this morning.
Well we completed the 55 km course in 5 hrs. 37 mins. and we came 1423, but that is not important. We all enjoyed it
and we would all do it again.
PAT HOBDAY
THE VALLEY OF GOLD TOUR
I
woke up early on Sunday morning and thought for a moment, yes, it was here, Sunday. I was in a very good
mood as I bounded out of bed, got dressed and had breakfast. I heaved my suitcase into the car and clambered in. It
was quite a warm day and as we neared Roedean I saw a few girls from my class standing and waiting. After saying
goodbye to my mother I joined them.
The journey to Graskop was long, hot and boring although we stopped occasionally which was really refreshing. We
saw the Three Rondavels and the view was spectacular and then we went to the Potholes which were really
magnificent. Eventually, at half past five, we reached our hotel. We all rushed into our hotel chalets. I was sharing with
Penny and Tanya.
That night I fell asleep early. The next morning we set off for Pilgrims Rest. When we got there we were allowed to do
what we wanted and it was so beautiful with all the old houses and shops. That afternoon we went to Alanglade, the
house that Margaret Barry lived in. It was gorgeous with very old exquisite furniture. I loved it.
The next day we started home and apart from stopping at God’s Window and Barberton Cemetery, which was very
interesting, we drove straight back. The journey, in my opinion was not too fantastic as 1 nearly died of heat. But I
survived and we reached Johannesburg at six o’clock. It was the end of a very interesting tour. TATIANA BERTOLDI
Upper IV
Standing (left to right): M. Middleton, J. Anderson, P. Hobday, E. McCarthy, C. Jackson, N. Green Kneeling (left to
right): G. Watkins, B. Thorn, E. Kinnear, J. Smith
THE YOUNG HISTORIANS’ CONFERENCE
Never did I expect to find myself standing on a platform, representing not only Roedean, but also the Transvaal!
The Young Historians' Conference was started by the Natal History Teachers’ Association, the aim being to encourage
those taking History for matric to use the knowledge and skills they have acquired to present a historical topic on a
broader level. Each school may put forward two pupils per standard to compete in the regional round. The winner of
this takes part in the provincial round, and the finals are held in Natal.
This year the topic for the Standard 9’s was “The Changing Face of Society”. I chose to speak on “The Fight for
Women's rights in Britain", partly because I find the subject fascinating, and partly because women still have a long
way to go before the old double standards and discriminations are abolished.
The finals were at Durban Girls' College. The standard seemed to be very high, especially that of the Matrics. I found
the whole experience slightly nerve-racking, and became a victim of paralysis of the brain when asked a few simple
questions!
The Transvaal triumphed; a girl from Rosebank Convent came joint first in Std. 8, a St. John’s matric came third, and
I shared first prize in the Std. 9 section, with an Afrikaans girl from Durban.
That evening there was a braai, where I had great fun meeting history pupils from all over South Africa.
KATE PIENAAR Ante Matric
Well done Kale/
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Umgeni Express.
WILDLIFE SOCIETY 1985
The Wildlife Society started off in high spirits this year having more members than ever before in its five years of
existence. We decided to enter two competitions as each involved teams and would enable all of Wildlife to be actively
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involved in one or the other. Enviro’ 85 was the more serious of the two and had become a more formal competition
since we had last entered in 1983. We entered the Scientific Category with our project entitled “Pesticides and
Insecticides — are we killing the cockroach or the community”? In our research and survey we looked into literature
concerning pesticides and insecticides and compiled an urban and rural questionnaire together with a pamphlet
providing a little information on the subject for the interest of the general public. The questionnaires and pamphlets
were circulated amongst the urban and rural public — the urban questionnaires to all senior pupils and teachers at
Roedean, matrics, sixth formers and teachers at St. John's, students at Wits and the general public — and the rural
questionnaires were sent to various farmers in the Transvaal. We had a pleasing urban return and were able to form
conclusions, in the way of graphs and percentages, about the general attitude and knowledge people have concerning
this subject. This survey was backed up by research into past effects pesticides and insecticides have had and what the
various chemicals are and how they work. Our findings were startling and we realised how dangerous these substances
could be.
Our project, one of 23 entries from many different schools, was one of the 9 that got through to the finals. These were
held at Wits on September 11 and we succeeded in coming third in our section, gaining 73% (only 5% below the
winning project).
Our other project involved adopting a stretch of river along the Braamfontein Spruit and cleaning it up planting
indigenous trees, trying to remove graffiti and generally improving its appearance. Our cleaning up program did very
well. Unfortunately, owing to lack of time, we had to pull out of the competition, but decided to continue our project
all the same.
Thus, although sadly without our founder, Mrs. Armstrong, Wildlife has had a very good year and we all hope next
year will be as successful.
LISA PLEWMAN Ante Matric I
In addition to these ventures, the Geographers went to the Drakensberg, and the younger historians to Pretoria.
UPPER V ECOLOGY FIELD TRIP TO UMGENI VALLEY NATURE RESERVE
On Thursday evening at quarter to six, forty of uv excited girls bumbled into the Trans-Natal train with backpacks and
sleeping bags. At Germiston Station we were bombarded by a Rugby tour from S.W.A. and so unfortunately not many
of us had a good night's sleep. We arrived at approximately 5.45 a.m. at Pietermaritzburg Station and were collected
by some of the handsome Umgeni Valley field officers. Our first lecture started promptly in the Resource Centre, and
after that we were driven into the hills and then started our hike, laden with all the food and other necessities, down the
valley to the edge of the Umgeni River. After dumping our belongings in the treehouses we started for what was to be
a very interesting, educational and fun outdoor week: swinging in net bridges, wading through rapids, climbing up and
down mountains, tree-climbing, rock-climbing, swimming, water fights, mud fights, dung fights, night hikes, evenings
singing by the campfire, water studies and other ecological studies, canoeing and visiting Midmar Historical Village.
Apart from getting pneumonia at night, never wanting to see nuts, raisins, cheese. Digestive and Marie biscuits again,
we all arrived back at Jo'burg Station on Tuesday morning, exhausted, dirty, hungry, very fit and covered in pepper
ticks. Maybe all biology lessons should be the same.
PENNY JONES Upper V
SONG OF THE HOUSES
Are you a Bear?
BEARS
The year has been fairly uneventful, but nevertheless enjoyable. It was a new experience being head of house and I
have learnt a great deal.
Unfortunately Mrs; Hobday, the Bears member of staff, is leaving at the end of the year, which will be a great loss to
Bears. She has been invaluable and was always ready to give advice and help.
Fund raising went well. Contributions of toys, clothes and money were sent to St. Josephs home for coloured orphans.
Cake sales, a film show and a raffle have also enabled us to send money to Alexandra.
Bears started the year well by winning the diving and losing the interhouse to Kats by only one point. The girls played
well at all the sporting events. They have been enthusiastic and high spirited. Well done, keep it up, you’ll always be
the best.
C. JOHNSON Matric
LAMBS HOUSE REPORT
Of all the houses great and small, St Agnes was at last proved to be the best of all. After a disastrous start at
Foundation Day, where we were beaten at swimming, we proved that on land we could beat them all by winning the
Senior Hockey and Netball as well as Sports Day. Credit must be given to Chania Morritt, Sue Chiang and Richardine
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Perdikis for their support and effort.
Money this year was sent to Chippers Gully and Operation Hunger, with a total of about R700 being raised through
cake sales, a money mile and a sponsored ping pong. Easter Eggs were also collected and sent to the Orlando
Orphanage.
Congratulations to the other two houses for their numerous victories and their sportsmanship and spirit. If Lambs keep
going the way it is, it will take a lot of beating.
KATE GALE Matric
KATS
Kats is dynamite. Kats is dynamite . . . alright.
After such a successful year, both in the classroom and on the playing fields, what more can I say, but, as usual well
done Kats, and keep it up.
We had a fantastic start to the year. In the first term we collected four hundred Easter eggs which were sent off to the
St. Mary’s Childrens Home. This was followed by two very successful cake sales and an International plait day. The
large sum of money was given to the Avril Elizabeth Childrens Home.
Our aim for this year was to have house spirit, and as a result the whole house has contributed in every activity that
has taken place this year. We won the silver leaf in both the first and second terms; we also won both inter house
debates. On the playing fields and in the swimming pool we have been just as successful. We won the inter house gala
on Foundation Day followed by the Junior hockey and tennis. Once again well done to everyone and good luck in the
future.
G. WIENER Matric
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OP DIE AFRIKAANSE MANIER
MY STRYD TEEN EENSAAMHEID
Ek dink eensaamheid is 'n frustrerende gevoel. Liefde en vriendskap is van die belangrikste emosies ter wêreld en as
dit nie beantwoord word nie, kan 'n mens baie eensaam en verlate voel.
Diep binne-in ons harte, is almal, selfs diegene wat so self versekerd lyk, baie klein en onseker. Almal het 'n groot
behoefte aan liefde en aandag. Dit het ek besef toe ek begin aandag bestee het aan die toneelspel van die mense om
my. Hule was baie anders as wat hulle voorgegee het. Dit het toe tot my deurgedring dat hulle dit nei doen om hulle
ware gevoelens weg te steek. Onder die uiterlike vertoon was hulle waarskynlik eensamer as ek!
Daardie gewaarwording was 'n openbaring vir my — veral toe ek besef het dat ander mense ook eensaam kan voel. Ek
het baie oor eensaamheid nagedink en ek het besluit dat eensaamheid is wat jy self daarvan maak. Asjy jou in jou eie
selljammering verdiep, beteken dit dat jy nie aandag bestee aan al die mense en geleenthede om jou heen nie en dan
word jy net eensamer, omdat jy dink dat die wêreld nie van jou hou nie. Gee almal en alles net 'n kans en dit sal
verbeter.
Ek praat nou van my eie ervaring, want daar was ’n tydperk in my lewe, nie so lank gelede nie, toe ek die gevoel
gehad het dat ek heeltemal alleen was. My negatiewe houding het stadig in 'n positiewe houding verander. Dit het
regtig gehelp, want nou waardeer ek vriendskap en liefde soos nog nooit vantevore nie.
FRANKA INSINGER Upper V I
DIE DBV
By die DBV is daar baie soorte diere:
Honde en katte, elk met hul giere.
Hulle lê en hulle wag Die hele lange dag Vir jou en vir my ... .
Die diere is hier, omdat Die mense met die mooi kat met vakansie gaan en laat hulle staan
Niemand gee vir hulle kos en water nie . . .
Die ander mense het hul diere weggegooi (Hulle het te veel) en dink dis nou mooi En elke keer sal die diere verdwaal
Totdat die DBV hulle kom haal Dan wag daar vir hulle ’n pynlose dood . . .
As iemand hulle kom soek Of niemand hulle hom kies:
Moet die DBV hulle doodmaak
'n Pynlose inspuiting, ’n inskrywing in ’n boek;
Sê jy ook: “Dit maak nie saak”?
AMANDA-JANE LOGAN Upper IV 2
DIE APIES
Apies is tevrede daar buite in die bos Hulle swaai in die borne op soek na hul kos.
Daar is grotes en kieintjies en almal bly saam Hulle krap hul vlooie en is glad nie skaam!
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Ek hou van hul harige stertjies 'n Groot hulp as hul swaai!
Van een boom na die ander met krakende tak-lawaai.
Die gesiggies is prettig die lyk mos net soos myne: my neusie en ore, lyk net soos syne!
Die verrimpelde vel en sagte haartjies Versier die gesiggies met oulike baardjies.
NATANYA MULHOLLAND Upper IV 2
DIE BARMHARTIGE SAMARITAAN
“ Wie van hierdie drie, dink jy, was die naaste aan Hom wal onder die rowers verval het? En Hy antwoord: "Hy wat
barmhartigheid aan Hom bewys het”.
"Toe sê Jesus vir hom: Gaan heen en doen dieselfde". Soos gewoonlik het ek verveeld gesug toe die priester uit die
Bybel voorgelees het. Ek het verkies om om my rond te kyk. Enige kêrels wat interessant gelyk het? Ja, miskien die
een met die Tinpan-Alley-jas. 'n Paar vrouens het mooi haarstyle gehad, niks nuuts nie. En toe het dit gebeur . . . Vir
die eerste keer het ek begin skuldig voel. Ek weet, hier het ek vir sowat sestien jaar tussen dieselfde gemeentelede gesit
en vandat ek 'n tiener geword het, was dit ‘ ‘ verkeerd" om die Sondagoggenddiens te geniet. Ongelukkig het Eerwaarde Hannes die diens feitlik voltooi; al wat ek gehoor het, aan die einde, was die Gelykenis van die Barmhartige
Samaritaan.
Maar kyk hoe min weet ek, hoe kleingeestig ek al hierdie Sondae geraak het. Ek het altyd gesê: "Natuurlik gaan ek
Hemel toe — ek gaan mos altyd kerk toe". Ek het selfs besluit dat dit miskien beter sal wees om sowat een keer per
maand kerk toe te gaan; dan sou ek alles meer waardeer! Weer het 'n skuldgevoel my oorweldig. Met *n geboë hooi
het ek ’n gebed van berou geprewel: “Vergewe m> asseblief" . . .
My ouers het probeer om hulle verbasing weg te steek toe ek gevra het of ek mag agterbly om met Eerwaarde te
gesels. Ons het lank gesels totdat alle vrees en twyfel verdwyn het. toe ons heelwat later op sy voorstoep gestaan het,
het Vadei aan my 'n ou skraal vroutjie gewys wat stadig ver-bygestrompel het. Sonder aarseling het ek na die
behoeftigc vrou toe gestap — my lewe het van toe af 'n nuwe rigtinj; gekry.
Nou wonder ek — wie is eintlik die Samaritaan — ek wa help of Eerwaarde wat alles aan my verduidelik het?
MICHELE MULLINOS Ante Matric I
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SOMER
RYKDOM EN ARMOEDE
Stadig ontwaak die natuur uit sy lang slaap. Alles kry lewe. Die borne is in voile bloei en grasgroen blaartjies maak
hulle verskyning, asook 'n kleurvolle tapyt van goudgeel bot-terblomme en pers viooltjies en gesiggies. Klimopplante
kruip oor die gedraaide takke van die lowerryke bome en daar hang 'n heerlike geur van verskillende blomme in die
helder lug.
Sprinkane wip van die een graspol na die ander, paddas kwaak langs die babbelende strome en voëls soek klein goggatjies en wurmpies vir die kleintjies. Veelkleurige skoenlappers vlieg wapperend oor die oop velde. Selfs die bye is
besig om die soet nektar uit die blomme uit te suig. Lui koggelmanders lê uitgestrek op die warm klippe. Die gekwetter
van vinke, wat besig is om neste te bou kan gehoor word, want orals is daar volop kos. A1 die diere is besig om reg te
maak vir 'n lang somer en weer eens kleintjies groot te maak of selfs net eiers te lê. Spinnekoppe is hard besig om
hulle syagtige webbe te spin om kos te vang. Almal is druk besig.
Vrolike kinders baljaar in die koel water en die mf*nse begin swem terwyl hulle die heerlike, warm sonskyn geniet.
Die kort winterdae het nou begin pleg maak vir die luilekker somersdae.
DENIZ HOUSSEIN Upper IV II
Dwarsdeur die wêreld kom voorbeelde van teenoorgesteldes voor: Liefde en haat, gesondheid en siekte, rykdom en
armoede. In elke stad, in elke land is daar rykes en armes: lieflike wonings en lelike krotbuurtes. Hier in Suid-Afrika is
die verskil tussen die rykes en die armes baie groter. Dit kom ook meer dikwels voor. In ons land is daar mense wat
aan die Eerste Wêreld behoort en miljoene wat in die Derde Wêreld woon.
Oor die algemeen is dit die blankes wat aan die Eerste Wêreld behoort, maar daar is natuurlik ook ’n paar Kleur-linge
en Swartes. Hulle is geletterd, beklee betrekkings en verdien goeie salarisse. Hulle woon in hulle eie huise en hulle
besit motors. Kapitalisme is die spil waarom hulle lewens wentel.
Ry 'n paar kilometer verder van Parktown en Sandton af en jy sal die krotbuurtes van Alexander sien. Daar word die
huisies van rou bakstene of sinkplate gebou en die dakke val af wanneer die wind te hard waai of daar 'n donderstorm
is. Klippe word op die dakke gepak.
Die strate is vol moddergate en die verwaarloosde kinders en honde speel in die slote. Kinders word verwaarloos sodat
die vaders en moeders meer geld kan verdien.
Daar is geen elektrisiteit nie: hout en goedkoop brandstof word gebruik. Die mure is swart gerook en daar hang 'n
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digte, swart wolk oor die inwoners.
Die ongeletterde kinders rook dagga en dobbel. Hulle leer van kleins af hoe om te steel en te drink. Hulle leer hoe om
te baklei en te moor. Later gooi hulle verwoed klippe op polisie: die Derde Wêreld veg teen die Eerste.
"n Mens moet die stryd aanvaar dat rykdom en armoede in elke land sal voorkom. Die hartseerstryd is dat die gaping
in Suid-Afrika so groot is. Wat my ook teen die bors stuit, is die manier waarop die rykes die armes uitbuit.
Rykdom en armoede: jy kan skuldig, hartseer, woedend of onverskillig voel. Wat kan 'n mens doen om die verksil
tussen ryk en arm te laat krimp? Die rykes kan tien persent van hul inkomste aan liefdadigheidsorganisasies skenk en
hierdie geld sal deur die regering aangewend word om hul lewensomstandighede te verbeter.
'n Mens kan geld gee aan 'n bedelaar en hy sal alkohol koop. ’n Mens kan aan die kinders in die straat een rand gee;
hulle sal moontlik sigarette of gom daarmee koop.
’n Mens kan ook bid: maar help dit ooit?
KATE PIENAAR Ante Matric I
Liza Crouch, one of Roedeun 's members of the Private Schools Youth Orchestra - ’n Somerliedjie
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L’accent frangais
FRENCH DEPARTMENT REPORT
This has been an exciting year in the French Department, with some new ventures undertaken, and some notable
successes in the academic field.
We are very proud of Kim Walker and Laura Cameron-Dow who won the strongly contested Trophée de 1'Alliance
Francaise — a competition requiring a wide knowledge of the French language and way of life.
On a more light-hearted level, Bastille Day was duly celebrated with songs, sketches and plays performed in French by
pupils from UIV to AM. To create a really French atmosphere, M V made and sold hundreds of crêpes, which were
rapidly consumed by the Roedean francophiles. It was good to know that the money raised in this way was donated to
Little Eden, and helped to cheer the lives of some mentally-handicapped children.
A very demanding project occupying most of the second term was Opération Bonjour. This was a nation-wide
competition organised by the Alliance Francaise, which entailed the making of a video film on the topic “Bonjour la
France”. It proved to be a time-consuming and, at times, frustrating task, but we all learned a lot from the experience,
and those who participated are to be thanked for their hard work. Unfortunately we did not win the coveted first prize,
but felt quite pleased with second place in the regional final
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we hope to improve on this next year!
Another step into the unknown — quite literally — was made by three of our Ante Matric Pupils who went on
exchange visits to French families in Réunion in August this year. Although understandably nervous before leaving,
they all came back with glowing reports of the island and its people. More importantly, they came back with improved
French accents and a greatly enlarged vocabulary of French slang words!
For the Matric class the August holidays were dominated by the thought of the dreaded oral exam at the beginning of
the Third term. Clearly the month’s break did not dull their wits or their French conversation, for they achieved a
splended total of seven distinctions and some very complimentary comments from the examiner.
To sum up, it has been a very busy and satisfying year for all of us involved in the teaching and learning of the French
language. I am encouraged by the enthusiasm of so many of the pupils to know more about France and the French way
of life, and look forward to their continuing involvement in next year’s activities.
U.M. ROWLANDS
L’émancipation des femmes
L’émancipation des femmes est un des plus grands pro-blêmes de nos jours, celles-ci ayant désormais la possibilité de
percer dans presque tous les métiers auparavant réservés aux hommes . . . á condition qu’ils veuillent bien les accepter.
J'attache une grande importance á Emancipation des femmes, peut-être parce que mon arriêre-arriêre-grand-mêre était
suffragette. Elle a manifesté avec Emily Pankhurst, en Angleterre, pour obtenir le droit de vote et acquérir l’égalité
avec les hommes dans la société.
Comme mon arriêre-arriêre-grand-mêre, je crois forte-ment que les femmes doivent toujours être sur un pied d’égalité
avec les hommes. Elies peuvent voter maintenant, mais, á mon avis, surtout en Afrique du Sud, les hommes ne les
traitent pas d’égal á égal. Presque tous les postes élevés sont encore tenus par des hommes et seulement un pour cent
des femmes sont hauts fonctionnaires ou chefs d’industrie. Pour bien des femmes, il ne suffit pas d’être femme au
foyer. II est vrai que beaucoup plus de maris sud-africains qu’avant permettent á leurs femmes de travailler á mitemps, pour améliorer le budget familial. Mais les femmes doivent aussi tenir leurs maisons et élever leurs enfants, sou
vent sans aucune assistance de la part de leurs maris. A l’étranger, les hommes sont prêts á faire des travaux ménagers
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de temps en temps, mais ici,ils croient générale-ment que ce n'est pas le propre d’un homme de faire la vaisselle ou le
ménage.
II
me semble que le gouvernement les aide dans leur chauvinisme, parce que le plus grand facteur qui décourage le
travail des épouses est l'impót sur le revenu. En effet, en Afrique du Sud, les époux sont taxés ensemble. Le salaire de
la femme, si peu que ce soit, augmente done l’impót sur le revenu et, naturellement, bien sou vent le mari aimerait
mieux que sa femme se contente de rester á la maison!
J'ai la ferme conviction cependant que, bien que les femmes aient acquis l'égalité légale, Emancipation des femmes
n’est pas encore vraiment achevée. Les photos de femmes en déshabillé sur la couverture des magazines comme
"Scope” sont en opposition avec les convictions des féministes. Et les reclames á la télévision comme celle de "Body
Mist”, dans laquelledes mátelots suivent unejeune fille a cause de son déodorant “Body Mist'’, tendent á con-vaincre
les femmes qu'elles ne comptent pas si elles n'ont pas de “sex appeal"
L'Afrique du Sud est en retard en ce qui conceme Emancipation des femmes et, malheureusement, 1’ere de la
galanterie semble avoir disparu pour toujours. II parait ainsi que les femmes soient toujours les perdantes. Elles ne sont
finalement ni pareilles aux hommes ni traitées comme des reines, selon les regies de la galanterie traditionnelle.
K. WALKER Matric I
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Une femme émancipeé Au revoir — Pal Hobday
LE MENDIANT
Un soir d’hiver j’étais seule chez moi et un mendiant a frappé á la porte. II n'avait pas mangé depuis le matin. II m'a
raconté son histoire . . .
Aprês un interrogatoire três brutal par le Gestapo, qui avait duré toute la joumée, Pierre a été mis en prison pour la
nuit. Les cellules de la prison étaient au troisiême étage du bátiment. Renversant son lit sur le cóté, il a pu monter
jusqu’á la fenêtre. En três peu de temps il avait les ongles arrachés et les doigts en sang.
II
a sauté de la fenêtre. Par miracle il ne s’est pas tué. II a couru toute la nuit et il a vu une maison — ma maison!
J’ai donné du poulet au mendiant et il était três content! II a décidé de rester un peu de temps. II a fait un temps
superbe et nous avons pu faire beaucoup de choses intéressantes. Je lui ai dit qu'il pouvait rester aussi longtempsqu’il
voulait. LISA LEVOR Upper V I
CONTRASTES
L’année demiêre mon frêre et moi avons quitté Paris, ou nous vivions depuis notre enfance pour venir nous installer á
Johannesburg. Nous sommes done passés de l'hiver á l’été brusquement; de I’appartement a une grande maison; des
bruits des voitures au chant des oiseaux.
Tout cela est fort agréable. Mais, en même temps, j’ai perdu mes amies frangaises, et ceci je le regrette beaucoup.
Sortant de I’école en fin d’aprês-midi, nous avions 1’habitude d’aller les unes chez les autres, de faire les boutiques,
de nous promener.
Ici, par contre, l’école finissant plus tot, cela me permet de pratiquer des sports — tennis, natation, équitation — qu’á
Paris il est difficule de pratiquer.
Done, en réfléchissant, jepensequ’ilestpréférabled’allera l’école ici qu’á Paris.
VANESSA DAILLES Upper IV 2
Johannesburg, le 26 septembre 1985 Monsieur le Rédacteur en Chef
Mile Susan Chiang Dorothy St, 19 Norwood Johannesburg Afrique du Sud
Monsieur le Rédacteur en Chef,
Je tiens á vous dire ce que je pense de votre article sur le mauvais traitement des Noirs par les fermiers blancs, en
Afrique du Sud, paru dans le numéro de votre journal du 25 juillet dernier.
Je ne suis pas d'accord sur l'opinion que vous exprimez dans cet article. II y a de la discrimination raciale dans d’autres
pays, par exemple á l’égard des aborigênes d’Australie et des Maoris de Nouvelle-Zélande qui préten-dent souvent
être maltraités per les Blancs. La discrimination raciale subsiste done encore, malheureusement, dans le monde, ailleurs
qu’en Afrique du Sud.
En outre, les reporters ont tendance á généraliser par recherche de la sensation. S'il arrive qu’un fermier maltraite un
Noir, on a vite fait de croire que tous les fermiers font de même. Cependant, il est bien connu que beaucoup de
fermiers se soucient d’assurer aux Noirs et á leurs families un logement et une nourriture décents et qu’une école est
parfois même organisée pour les enfants, sur place.
Le cas dont vous parlez s’avêre done être isolé. S’il se trouve parfois que des Noirs soient maltraités par des fermiers
blancs, il existe bien d'autres fermiers que les Noirs respectent et á qui ils sont complêtement devoués.
Je suis d'accord avec vous, toutefois, sur le fait que l’apar-theid doit être aboli au plus vite.
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Veuillez agréer. Monsieur le Rédacteur en chef, I’assurance de mes sentiments dévoués.
SUSAN CHIANG Matric I
LA SUISSE EN HIVER
Je suis sortie de mon lit,
J’ai ouvert les volets.
II
neige.
Les bras des arbres étaient pleins de neige Les pics des montagnes étaient engloutis dans le brouillard. J’ai regardé les
gens qui passaient nos chalets á ski J’ai entendu les cloches des vaches,
J’étais vraiment en Suisse.
TABITHA MCLEAN Middle V 1
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LA REUNION
Au mois d'aoút, j’avais la bonne chance d’aller á la Réunion, perle de l'océan Indien pour faire un échange avec une
jeune fille. C’était une experiénce que je n’oublierai jamais. Seule, j’ai découvert une culture vraiment différente de la
mienne et en même temps, j’ai appris la langue franjaise.
Au commencement, j'avais les nerfs tendus parce que tout était différent Je n’ai rien compris! Mais heureusement ma
famille, surtout ma correspondante, était formidable. Je suis restée dans une cabanade parmi les petites maisons
Créoles á Campan — une ville dans les montagnes.
La Réunion est comme un collage plein de contrastes . . . les montagnes oil nous avons mangé des fraises roses et
sucrés ou nagé dans les ruisseaux; les fruits exotiques par exemple, “les bibas'’ et “les goyaners’ ’; le volcan avec son
feu d’artifice dans 1’aube; les plages á St Gilles avec la mer bleu foncé et le sable chaud (quoique ce fut l’hiver) et
Saint-Denis la capitale. Une grande ville ou nous avons fait du lêche - vitrine ou visité la marché aux puces.
La nourriture, aussi, était pleine de contrastes bizarres, les grenouilles, les petits oiseaux, les tortues et les couscous. La
cuisine Créole était délicieuse mais un peu épicée. Au début le petit déjeuner franjais avec les les grandes tasses et les
tartines beurrées était aussi étrange. Quand même, j’ai vite découvert que la nourriture franjaise et réunionnaise était
três bonne, surtout les gáteaux et les yaourts.
Si tu peux aller á Réunion pour rester chez une famille, tu as de la bonne chance, parce que c’est un joli pays avec des
gens aimables. J’espêre que je peux donner á ma correspondante, tout ce qu'elle et sa famille m'ont donné. CAMILLA
WALDMAN Ante Matric
FRENCH VIDEO COMPETITION
We were told, on very short notice, that we had to produce a video for a competition run by the Alliance Fran^aise.
We had to film in any snippets of time that we could find, except for the one day when we had a good long
afternoon’s filming session. After this we got back to the cutting-room only to find that due to a technical error, the
whole tape had been wiped.
We also had trouble casting the main character — Godzilla, the mouse, as all our candidates had some drawback (blue
ears, body weight of 2,5 kg etc.)
There was a serious problem about what to do with the dozen croissants we had used for the breakfast scene.
However, some quick thinking members of the cast came up with the solution. Within half an hour they had all been
well digested.
After many hours of “sang, sueur et larmes" the video was handed in and to the delight of all involved, we managed to
obtain 2nd place.
CAST
F. Cranmer
T.
McLean
C.
Cress L.
Newman
L. de Pelichy A.
Roberts
A. Goldkom
T.
van Deventer
F.
Insinger
C.
Waldman
L. Levor
M.
Zibarras
MARYLENE ZIBARRAS Upper V 3
CASSE — TÊTE
Vous rentrez chez vous en route á une boum. II est nécessaire que vous mettiez d’autres vêtements. Quelle horreur!
Quand vous voulez allumer la lumiere, elle ne s’allume pas. Tout est extrêment noir. Vous allez á votre placard pour
chercher des chaussettes. Vous vous souvenez que dans le tiroir vous avez vingt-deux chassettes de deux couleurs,
bleu et rouge. Combien de chaussettes devez-vous prendre pour avoir une paire de chaussettes de la même couleur?
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REPONSE:
t .SIOJJ ajpuajd U3 Z3A3P SnOy\,,
Encore une femme émancipée
Trois femmes émancipées
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TENNIS REPORT
Congratulations to the 1985 Star tennis team! At the beginning of the season there were so many young budding tennis
players that we could have filled at least another six teams. The high standard of tennis was carried through from
previous years and even the new singles system in the A team didn’t deter us from defeating yet again St Andrews! Of
court the girls displayed a light-hearted, relaxed and supportive role. On court in all seriousness the team members
went all out to win every point. Serve, volley, smash — WIN! We had it all under control.
A colossal thanks to our coaches, Miss Sawyer and Mrs Carey and to all the other games staff for their unfailing
encouragement and support.
Congratulations to:
T. Maddison, E. Pybus N. Smither, A. Neill T. Weldon, M.A. Stubbs P. Hurst, C. Smith A. Wade, E. Pybus, C. Morrit,
N. Smither
J. Uryu, A. Hawthorne,
L. Bchner, S. Chiang R. PERDIKIS
Senior Singles Runner up Junior Singles Runner up
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Senior Hargreaves
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Runners up
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Junior Hargreaves
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Runners up
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Full colour
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Half colours
1st TENNIS TEAM
Standing (left to right) N. Smither, J. Wallington, Miss. Sawyer, A. Wade, E. Pybus Seated (left to right) T. Maddison,
R. Perdikis, C. Morritt
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2nd TENNIS TEAM Back row (left to right) A. Mullinos, Miss. Sawyer, L. Buchner, M.A. Stubbs Sealed (left to right)
A. Hawthorne, J. Uryu, S. Chiang
3rd TENNIS TEAM Standing (left to right) A. Neill, Miss. Sawyer, A. McKerron, S. Ferguson.
Seated (left to right) A. Leuner, T. Smither, K. Watlington
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SQUASH REPORT 1985
Enthusiasm and spirit resulted in a satisfactory season. Once again the 1 st team was placed in the A-League and 2nd
team C-League to improve competition; thus improving the standard of their game. The high standard demanded was
challenged by all with great enthusiasm. An under 16 A and B team was organised and they enjoyed their first season
of Squash League, bringing to light new and young determination.
At the end of the 1st term, half colours were awarded to Piper Card and Kim Swart and full colours to Julia Jordaan.
Kats won the Inter-House squash match.
1st SQUASH TEAM Standing (left to right): K. Swart, Mrs. Taylor, G. Shepherd Seated (left to right): J. Jordaan, L.
Acker
My thanks go to Mrs. Taylor and Mrs. Hobday for their coaching and “vital tips” between games when the outcome
appeared bleak. Thank you for the never ending encouragement and support we enjoyed this year.
I wish the teams and their captain, Loren Acker and vice, Gabby Shepherd, the best of luck for the season of 1986.
JULIA JORDAAN Matric
2nd SQUASH TEAM Standing (left to right): S. Vivian-Smith, Mrs Taylor, L. Klein Seated (left to right): P. Card, F.
Cranmer
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SWIMMING REPORT
Early to rise, late to bed makes a Roedean swimmer zoom ahead!
This year we started training early in February. There were not too many misty mornings or gloomy drizzles that
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tempted us to stay in bed, but the excuses that came our way to get out of the pool early, continued to astound me! Lap
after lap we were urged on by the promise of steaming coffee, hot buttered toast, bacon and eggs, all kindly prepared
by Mrs. Billman. (Not to mention Mrs. Hammond’s coffee in hand taunting us as she strode up and down the pool
edge)!
We came fourth in the Interhigh diving and seventh in the Inter-High swimming. Although we didn't have any
Transvaal swimmers (Helena Pirow, Helen Steel) as in the
previous years, I still think we managed brilliantly. This high standard was definitely due to our fantastic coaches and
the driving spirit of the team!
I would like to congratulate A. Jones, S.C. Downs, J. White, E. Boniface on receiving half colours and S. Bainbridge,
L. Gordon, V. Barnes for receiving full colours.
With Mrs. Hammond having left (and me of course)! I wish the new coach and captain a very successful 1986.
A special thanks to Mrs. Hammond and Marina van As, my vice-captain, for making my year.
CHANIA MORRITT Matric
SH IMMING TEAM
Back Row: (left to right) B. Young, N. Monckton, T. Wagner, A. Beckerling, S. Cavanagh-Downs, D. L. Smirin, A.
Leuner, J. While, A. Wade, N. Henning, P. Ferguson, P. Hill, K. Ross Middle row: (left to right) S. Henning, P. Roper,
F. Cooke, A. Jones, K. O'Hagan, L. Dyer, N. Smither, K. Swart, S. Wiener, J. de Vos, S. Bainbridge, N. Wagner, N.
Theo Front row: (left to right) C. Cress, F. McKowen, A. Barker, E. Boniface, K. McCarthy, C. Morritt, M. van As, R.
Perdikis, B. Kurafokas, S.J. Agier, C. Worthington, L. Newman, M. Davies
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"Fall outl
DIVING SQUAD
Standing (left to right) L. Buchner, A. McKerron, S. Cavanagh-Downs, A. Beckerling Seated (left to right) A. Neill, R.
Perdikis, C. Cress
HOCKEY REPORT
The hockey season started off early with a great deal of moans and groans from the girls. During the April holidays,
the 1st XI participated in “The Stix” hockey clinic in Rustenberg. We were coached by national and provincial players.
It was a test of physical endurance and strength, as we had to play up to five hours each day in temperatures reaching
up to 30° C. At the end of the course, however, the girls were tired but very fit, and their hockey skills had greatly
improved.
The course has obviously benefited us, as we were promoted from the B to the A league at the end of the season. The
1st team lost one, drew two and won seven matches, and the second team was not far behind.
We would never have achieved this without the never failing support and encouragement from the games staff. Special
thanks to Miss Kinnear, the 1st and 2nd team coach
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without her, we would have been lost! Also, a special
thanks to Susan Chiang, my vice-captain, for being a pillar of strength and for her reassuring presence throughout the
season. And lastly, thanks to all the girls who worked so hard, and as their hockey captain, I was proud of their never
failing spirit and sportsmanship.
Congratulations to the following who received their full colours: S. Bainbridge, S. Chiang, T. Maddison, J. Bradley, L.
Klein, C. Morritt, F. Cranmer, E. Boniface and J. Notten. Half colours: M. van As, J. Jordaan, K. Swart, L. Acker and
A. Mckerron.
It was a great privilege to be the 1985 hockey captain. I would like to wish next year’s captain the best of luck for next
year. I hope she has a most enjoyable and rewarding season, as mine has been. Thank you.
SUE BAINBRIDGE Matric
1st HOCKEY TEAM
Back (left to right) R. Perdikis, Miss Kinnear, F. Cranmer, E. Boniface, E. Pybus, J. Bradley, C. Morritt Front (left to
right) L. Klein, S. Bainbridge, S. Chiang, T. Maddison
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2nd HOCKEY TEAM
Back (left to right) V. Joubert, A. Beckerling, M. Cosijn, A. McKerron, K. Swart, S. Cavanagh-Downs, A. Goldkorn,
Miss Kinnear Front (left to right) L. Acker, L. Hendson, M. van /45, J. Jordaan, L. Dyer
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. and after all that cultural, social and physical effort, a word from the School Counsellor.
Most people are not sure what school counselling is all about, which is not surprising when one considers that there are
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as many definitions of the role as there are counsellors. Pupils themselves have different perception of what they
would like the counsellor to be. For example, these are some of the responses to a questionnaire which required girls
to define the counsellor’s role.
“She listens to your problems and should teach you the basic facts of life and the dangers that lie ahead of us’’. "To
teach you what happens in life and how you should treat it. Must be encouraging otherwise can get very boring and
nobody listens’’.
“To develop a personality and get rid of group tension”. “Lessons must be relaxed and everyone should feel free to
speak — Counsellor should help us in choosing careers and with study skills”.
These perceptions reflect aspects of the role, but personally 1 was grateful to receive the definition, “To help people
help themselves”, as this highlights present day guidance philosophy. Rather than being advised, I believe each person
has the inherent potential to discover her own solutions if given the opportunity to look at what's happening in her life.
Advice can be given in the area of study skills and where to find relevant career information but this is distinct from
the emotional arena.
For too long focus in the schools has been primarily on academic achievement. As such the concept of guidance has
been accorded low status. There is no set syllabus in private schools and no exam system which implies a more
informal type of learning. Another implication is that rather than being passive, people have to give in order to gain
awareness of themselves and others. The incorporation of guidance into the timetable allows contact with each other
on a regular basis which often proves beneficial.
Topics in the class include relationships, value clarification, time management, goal setting and career development.
For girls requiring more personalised attention, individual and family counselling is available either on a short or long
term basis. Certain situations might also require referral to other agencies for indepth intervention or assessment.
On a less serious note, an activity programme has been running at the school for some years providing the opportunity
to pursue interest in fields such as pottery, calligraphy, beauty and health, drama and backstage work. Many teachers
as well as guest speakers have been involved in this regard. The present system is continually being reassessed to find
ways of catering to diverse needs.
Apart from this, 1985 saw the advent of history tours, visits to an old age home, a trip to the Wits theatre, wildlife
expeditions to the Braamfontein spruit, a campus tour for matrics, a Mast Leadership course for AM's, and a study
skills course for UV’s. Feedback from participants was
good and we hope to continue in this direction.
In conclusion then, it is encouraging to know that the approach at Roedean extends beyond viewing the child purely in
an academic light. Attempts are made through classroom guidance, individual counselling and the activity programme
to nurture aspects of the self which ultimately lead to a fuller, more integrated sense of being.
L. GADD
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THE GRANDCHILDREN’S PARTY
It has been said that twentieth century people dress up to look like their fantasies in order to escape from the pressures
of their work and life. It does make you wonder about Mr Law then, when you see him clad in a clownish suit, a
rainbow afro wig and hideous boots with overgrown toes (false) projecting out of them. But then it’s harmless and fun,
isn’t it?
The grandchildren's party was a great success, few tears, no fatal accidents and lots of laughter. After swimming and
playing in the gym, they were treated to a delicious tea.
Each child brought a present which is to be given to charity, though it took some patience to extract them from the
younger ones who could not see any reason for relinquishing such a surprise extra.
The party ended with Mr. Law telling the story of the Pied Piper — interspersed with giggles, big eyes and tentative
fingers clutching at his outrageous hair. Mr. Law not complying with school dress regulations? The children closed
their eyes whilst Mr. Law danced off, recorder in
B/ock experimenl
hand, to hide the ice-cream.
He was eventually discovered in the koppie — either as a result of his recorder or his luminous hair. Happy children
licked at dripping ice-creams whilst we waved goodbye — relieved that their mothers would be the ones to clear up
that mess.
JULIA BRADLEY Matric
BOARDING HOUSE REPORT
I’ve been a boarder for six years now but only in this, my final year, have I found out just how the boarding house is
run. It’s exhausting running around at midnight locking up after a function like House night.
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Another problem would be solved if boarders started off as Matrics, because that way they’d never make a noise in
prep. They’d know what it feels like to face ten or twenty girls, all larger and fiercer and meaner than themselves (at
least it looks that way) and try to keep them quiet. An intimidating process at best, at worst a terrifying ordeal, but I
got used to it at about the time we handed duties over to the cadets. But there are rewards — studies and our own
rooms, and more opportunity to go out. All of a sudden we had become responsible.
This year has been rather quiet with only a few ripples and even less waves to disturb the smooth surface. We’ve had
an enjoyable year and been fortunate enough to have Mrs Thomas’s guiding hand, Mrs Slabbert’s cheerful
countenance and Mrs Witthuhn’s motherly care to help us on the way. Unfortunately for next year’s Matrics, Mrs
Thomas and Mrs Slabbert will be leaving us, but they will have Mrs Keogh and Mrs Cloete to step in.
D.
BRAITHWAITE Farewell to Corrie Slabbert Matric
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S.A.O.R.A.
CAN YOU BELIEVE IT'. THE CLASS OF "55 Back: LizKumleben (Garthwaite), Sue Leuner (Roberts), Jean
Henning (Mackinnon), DeirdreLawrence (Felling), Ann Kohler (Godfrey), Liz Roper (Brown), Phillida Kingwill
(Plumstead), Ann Barrett (Tyrrell), Louise Cull (Hesselman) Middle: Helen Haynes (Beckingham) Salty Dixon
(Bamford), Di Whitelaw (Allies), Frances Waring, Anne Peepall (Tilston) Front: Di Richardson (Owen), Janet van
Graan (Grant Mackenzie), Sylvia Smith (Gwynne Evans), Sheila Gornitza (Pethick),
Wendy Porter (Gillespie)
Hon. President:
Hon. Vice President: Hon. Secretary :
Hon. Treasurer: Committee Members:
Board Representatives: Trust Representative: Hon. Secretaries:
Not in Picture: Liz roy (du Preez). Joan Like (Jeffrey), Di Vorster (Ord).
OFFICIALS 1985/6
Gwen Neill, 10 Cecil Avenue, Melrose, Johannesburg 2196.
Wendy Floquet, 53 Oxford Avenue, Sandhurst, Sandton, 2196.
Nicola Low, 29 Bristol Road, Parkwood, Johannesburg, 2193.
Margaret Finsen, 56 Denoon Drive, Athol, Sandton, 2196.
Sally Davison, Rose Emery, Jane Jones, Sue Leuner, Liz McLaren, Rozanne O’Hagan, Mattie Read, Sue van Niekerk,
Jane Wiener.
Daphne Anderson, Elizabeth Lane.
Jenny Adair GREAT BRITAIN:
Ros Eschell, 19 Halsey Street, London SW 3, England.
AUSTRALIA:
Liz Mellish, 104 Camp Street, Toowong, Brisbane, 4066, Queensland, Australia.
NEW ZEALAND:
Marita Lee, 2/115 Wellington Street, Howick, New Zealand.
EUROPE:
Lesley Heming, Lange, Uitweg 41, 3999, W.K., Tull en’t Waal, Netherlands.
UNITED STATES OF AMERICA:
Tanya Hochschild, 18 Boxwood Place, Ryebrook, New York, 10573, U.S.A.
CANADA:
Pam Vilac, RR4, Site 15, Compartment 110, Vernon, British Columbia, Canada, VIT GL7. NATAL:
Judy MacKenzie, Nonoti, P.O. Hilton, 3245, Natal.
CAPE PROVINCE:
Jill Eichler, 3 Rosebank Place, Oranjezicht, Cape, 8001.
PORT ELIZABETH:
Mary Tom, 216 Laubscher Park West, Main Road, Walmer, 6070, Port Elizabeth.
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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. M. Finsen at the
above address. All changes of name and address should be sent to Mrs. N. Low 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 Mrs. Gwen Neill.
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THE S.A.O.R.A. RESERVE FUND
The reserve fund is maintained at a figure of about R1,200 and is available to any girl in serious financial need.
Enquiries should be made through Mrs. Gwen Neill.
NEW MEMBERS
Sue Bainbridge ‘Gulyar’, 111 Willow Avenue, Athol, 2196.
Dominique Baudet
427 Highland Road, Kensington, 2094.
Julia Bradley 21 Rose Road, Houghton, 2196.
Dana Braithwaite
Matabela Road, Northcliff, 2195.
Laetitia Buchner
33 St. Andrews Road, Houghton, 2196.
Jacqueline Broadfoot P.O. Box 1832, Mbabane, Swaziland.
Laura Cameron Dow
P.O. Box 87793, Houghton, 2041.
Piper Card
92 Panorama Drive, Northcliff View, 2195.
Lisa Cavanagh-Downs 21 Rose Road, Houghton, 2196.
Jacinda Chapman P.O. Box 70197, Bryanston, 2021.
Susan Chiang 19 Dorothy Road, Norwood, 2192.
Michele Corbin 21st Street, Lower Houghton, 2196.
Elizabeth Crouch
35 Orange Road, Gardens, 2192.
Susan Fouche 111 Dundalk Avenue, Parkview, 2193.
Kate Gale
91 Peperharow Road, Goldalming, Surrey GU7 2PN, England
Alison Hawthrone
1 Willow Stream, Froome Street, Athol Gard, 2196.
Cynthia Johnson P.O. Box 1263,Bedfordview, 2008.
Julia Jordaan P.O. Box 778, Bedfordview, 2008.
Laura Klein P.O. Box 7865, Johannesburg, 2000.
Julie Kumst 17 Gill Street, Observatory, 2198.
Amanda Lake P.O. Box 69250, Bryanston, 2021.
Lorraine Louw 59 Westmeath Road, Parkview, 2193.
Tracey Maddison 23 Pallinghurst Road, Westcliff, 2193.
Susan Malcomson P.O. Box 41104, Craighall, 2024.
Jenny Marais 37 Houghton Drive, Houghton, 2196.
Chania Morritt P.O. Box 785289, Sandton, 2146.
Katherine Murray
9 Blue Bend Place, Beacon Bay, East London, 5241.
Cleone Naylor-Leyland P.O. Box 7843069, Sandon, 2146.
Richardine Perdikis P.O. Box 65709, Benmore, 2010.
Ingrid Raath 47 Buffalo Road, Emmarentia, 2195.
Barbara-Ellen Ramsden 17 Duff Road, Houghton, 2196.
Margaret Roper 40 Northumberland Avenue, Craighall park, 2196.
Tania Smither P.O. Box 441, Cramerview, 2060.
Cleo Theodorides
34 Second Avenue, Houghton, 2196.
Marina Van As P.O. Box 69515, Bryanston, 2021.
Kim Walker
17 The Valley Road, Westcliff, 2193.
Gillian Wiener c/o Barlow Rand Ltd, P.O. Box 782248, Sandton, 2146.
Vanessa Williams
12 Mount Pleasant, 11 Mitchell Street, Berea, 2192.
Ruth Young
P.O. Box 461, Kelvin, 2045.
Junko Uryu
44 14th Avenue, Houghton, 2196.
sherry party and then the lunch. If we could have selected a list of speakers and subjects ourselves we could not have
asked for better or more appropriate ones than were given us that day. Highlight for many of us was Angela Lloyd’s
(Read - Class of ‘53’) marvellous evocation of her Roedean experiences -days of Ella, Win Rous - all our era - and
especially her view of what Roedean stands for. The singing was hilarious, many of us having to hold the song sheets
a good 3 feet away! - and emotional. Then on to the house swimming gala, an appreciably more sophisticated and
better organised event than in our day.
The school looked marvellous. We were all impressed with the new developments, and especially with the loving care
that seems to be lavished on the grounds and buildings. The girls were cheerful and enthusiastic and overall we had to
admit that, somehow or other, the old place had managed without us pretty well.
The day ended with a casual supper at one of our homes, no husbands/friends/or other hangers-on, and ended up as a
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rip-roaring party with time to get down to the important business of getting to know each other again. Thank you
Roedean for all you’ve meant to us, to Mr Law, his staff, the girls and the S A O R A for making us feel so welcome and thanks to all the class of ‘55’ for your friendship.
SUE LEUNER
1985 FOUNDATION DAY -THE CLASS OF ‘55’
30 YEARS ON
The group that matriculated in 1955 organised a class reunion for Foundation Day, and what a day it was. We just had
no idea when the plan was conceived of the enthusiasm and excitement it would generate.
The S A O R A provides an outstanding service in maintaining a list of addresses of all old Roedean girls and it was
possible with this as a base, for us finally to trace 45 of the 48 of our class of ‘55’. We wrote to them at Christmas and
the response was overwhelmingly positive. From friends in photographs and news of others and good wishes for the
gathering. Of the 31 still in South Africa, 24 managed to get to Roedean on March 16th, some flying up from Cape
Town and Durban for the weekend - others driving up from the Karoo, Natal, Bloemfontein, Northern Transvaal, East
Rand and Pretoria.
What would it be like to see those familiar childhood faces 30 years later? Would we recognise each other? What had
they done with their lives? Did we really care? It was fantastic! - We did recognise each other (sometimes after a little
peering), and we really did care. The day started with a rendezvous outside Kats and then a fine tour round the school
with Mr Law, the S A O R A meeting (some bunked, naturally!), the
“And the Tramp of Hockey Team”
Di Richardson (Owen), Liz Roper (Brown)
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SOME RECENT ACADEMIC ACHIEVEMENTS
Margaret de Wet (Ratledge) Kruger Edelweiss Margaret Finsen (Newth) Amanda Furber (Smith) Janet Gill Suzanne
Hoffe
Heather King
Dr. Caroline Tsilimigras (Sutton) Lynn Ushpol
Bachelor of Arts with English major at end of 1985.
Associates of Arts Degree in Fashion Merchandising in May 1986.
B Compt Honours at Unisa in November 1985.
Appointed Deputy Head of CBC, Bulawayo in January 1986.
Passed all first year subjects in Bachelor of Journalism at Rhodes University. Graduated with a Bachelor of Arts in
Fine Art at University of Cape Town, in December 1985.
Bachelor of Arts at Witwatersrand in 1985. Chairman of the Students’ Geographical Society for 1985 and awarded
Third Year Book Prize for contribution to the Geography Departmen.
Promoted to the post of Senior Medical Natural Scientist in the Department of Health and Population Development.
Achieved her Bookkeeping Diploma.
Further Achievements . . .
MARRIAGES:
Fiona de Wet to Graham Rennie - December 1985 Dr. Carolyn Greenwood to Sture Wigart -October 1985 Frances
Hepner was married in the Roedean Chapel Petrina Kenyon to Brett Stacey in the Roedean Chapel Pam Lister (Mosse)
to Brian Osborne Margot MacKenzie to Malcolm Kent Pauline Rankin to Malan Lindeque Joan Reynolds (King) to
Richard Haw - May 1985 Val White (Lister) to Peter Thomas - February 1985
BIRTHS:
Rosemary Antrobus (Logie) a son - January 1985 Valerie Beaumont (Scorer) a daughter -November 1985 Jillian
Carman (Barry) a daughter, Mary - April 1985 Jennifer Clark (Grant-Hodge) a son, Trevor John -June 1985
Antonet Diener (Edwards) a daughter, Ingrid -September 1985 Georgina Donnelly (Dallamore) a son - January 1986
Wendy Floquet (Mullins) a daughter, Samantha Kate -October 1985
Mary Graham (Lawrence) a son, Stewart - June 1985 Melanie Hicks (Stuart) a son - August 1985
Annette Johnson (Bamfield Duggan) a daughter, Kate
April 1985
Claire Koumandarakis (Grounds) a son, Michael -May 1985
Megan Maynard (Pilcher) a son - March 1986 Janet Mynors (Wardrop) a daughter - February 1985 Maie Nel
(Pinkney) a son - December 1985 Sally Pengilly (Ascham) a son, Justin - December 1985 Julia Pienaar (Fergusson) a
daughter - April 1985 Janet Saner (Anderson) a daughter - December 1985 Pamela Simpson (Rogers) a daughter,
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Elizabeth -•May 1985
Kathryn Somerville (Laroque) a son - April 1985 Xanthe Williams (Japhet) a daughter - November 1985
Roedean remembers .
IT IS WITH REGRET THAT THE FOLLOWING DEATHS ARE NOTED:
WE OFFER OUR SINCERE SYMPATHY TO THE FOLLOWING OLD GIRLS:
Doris Brown (Starfield) - January 1985 - Sympathy to Joan Ward Leila Beart (Skeels) - August 1984 Sister Hilary
Clare (Elliot) - May 1984 Sylvia Conrad (Behrman) in U.S.A. - January 1985
Denise Crichton (Crosby) - May 1984
Joan Fernsby (Lord) in Zimbabwe - November
1983
Molly Girney (Mendelsohn) - in February 1985 -Sympathy to her sisters Gene Isaacs, Sheila Mansell and Joyce
Mendelsohn Diane Louise Gordon - September 1983 Marjorie Myers (Guinsberg) - April 1984 Eileen Oxley-Oxland
(Michelmore) - November
1984
Adrienne Rushton (Anderson) in Harare -January 1985 - Sympathy to son Peter Hadingham
Jan Scott-Calder (Healey) - December 1983 Maud Sumner - January 1985 Edith Bowie (Rough), who died some time
ago Elinor Brett (Knecht) who died 2 or 3 years ago Edna Burt (McBeth) - died March 1985 Sylvia Conrad (Behrman)
- died January 1985 Jennifer MacArthur - died May 1983 Jessie MacRobb - died November 1985 -Sympathy to her
sister Elsie Leimer and nieces Jennifer Hall and Annette Young Ruth Munnik (Collier) - died early 1985 Mr Peter
Pallett - the school bursar who was an honorary member of our association died in May
1985
Gwendolen Roberts (Tait Melle) - died early 1985
Rita Russell (French Lloyd) - died 1983 Peggy Santiago (Fernandes)
Margaret Shaw - died April 1986
Elspeth Brayshaw (Greig) on the death of her husband and to Helen Gibson (Brayshaw), Clare Sheriffs (Brayshaw)
and Nigel Bligh (Brayshaw) on the death of their father.
Sally Dixon (Bamford) on the death of her father.
Wendy Floquet (Mullins) on the death of her mother.
Phillippa Jordi (Freer) on the death of her father and to Margaret Freer on the death of her husband.
Gwen Neill (Gwynne-Evans) on the death of her father.
Joan Ward (Starfield) on the death of her father.
Miranda (Ballingall) on the death of her mother.
Barbara Bladen on the death of her brother Geoffrey Harrison in February 1985, father of Holly Fotheringham, Penny
Mills and Helen Nixon.
Rosemary Crouch (Davies) on the death of her brother, Roger Davies.
Rosemary Farrant on the death of her father George MacKenzie.
Stella Hunt (Kent) on the death of her husband Ronnie.
Karin and Margaret Kerr on the death of their father Cecil Kerr.
Elsie McKerron (Healey) on the death of her sister Jane Scott-Calder.
Barbara, Helen, Sheila, Audrey and Pamela (Pethick) on the death of their father.
Mary Wallace, Ruth Wilson (Wallace) and Kathleen Vincent (Wallace) on the death of their mother.
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The Class of ‘55’ visits the.building site of the Sumner Block
News of old girls . . .
Once again there has been a wonderful response to the call for news of old girls, necessitating unavoidable editing, for
which we hope we will be forgiven. We also apologise for any news missing as a result of our having to meet a
printing deadline.
SOUTH AFRICAN NEWS
Anne Lorentz (Douglas) continues to maintain the Roedean gardens to an extremely high standard, for which all
Roedeanians, past and present, are very grateful and appreciative. Anne is off to Sidney, Australia in May/June of this
year for her daughter Susan's wedding to Dale Rhodes, originally from Johannesburg. Anne also mentions that she was
in England briefly in December/January and stayed with Denyse Anstey (Mai) in Kent, who is now a delighted
grandmother. Anne and 15 of her contemporaries - the ’40 year leavers’ - celebrated FOUNDATION DAY 1986
together and all thoroughly enjoyed the reunion. Anne’s younger daughter, Antoinette is nursing at the Westville Clinic
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near Durban.
Heather King is to be congratulated on obtaining her BA at the University of the Witwatersrand, where she is now
studying for a Higher Diploma in Education. She was elected Chairman of the Student’s Geographical Society for
1985 and at the end of the year received the Third year Book Prize for her social and academic contribution to the
Geography Department.
Shirley Baillie mentions that Margaret de Wet (Ratledge) obtained her BA degree at the end of 1985, having waited 10
years to do her final major subject, English. This was partically rewarding as she achieved it while holding down a
teaching job and being a parent with two lively and intelligent daughters.
Sheila Hepburn (Forsyth) is enjoying the world of travel. During the past year she visited Britain and Florida in
America before enjoying a special cruise around the Gulf of Mexico and on to the Amazon region of South America.
Sheila’s husband represented South Africa at the Unica Congress for Photography in Argentina.
Janet Gill writes that she has passed all her First year subjects in Bachelor of Journalism at Rhodes University in
Grahamstown.
Lynn Ushpol gained a Bookkeeping Diploma and is currently studying at the Fashion Design and Management
College in Johannesburg. She hopes to go to France on completion of this course to further her knowledge. Lynn tells
us that Nicole Donald is in her third year of Fine Arts at the University of the Witwatersrand and is doing very well.
June Smith (Campbell-Begg) was awarded third prize in Johannesburg Garden Competition organised by the
Transvaal Horticultural Society - congratulations.
Pippa Vintcent (Snell) is delighted to tell us that she has become a grandmother twice over - a boy born to her eldest
daughter in Melbourne, Australia and a girl to her second daughter, married in the Greek Isles.
Jillian Cox (Key) tells us that her sister Helen Niemeyer (Key) is at present living and working at Namuotoni in the
Etosha Game Reserve where she will remain for at least another six months.
Helen Smith is teaching in Butterworth in the Tran-skei and is enjoying it very much.
Carolyn Tsilimigras (Sutton) attained her PhD Degree and has been responsible for the running of the Department of
Virology at the University of the Witwatersrand Medical School. She has since been appointed to a lecturing post at
the University and was recently promoted to the post of Senior Medical Natural Scientist in the Department of Health
and Population Development.
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Elizabeth Lane (Bristowe), already on the Board of Roeadean, has been appointed the Bishop’s representative on the
Board of St. Mary’s School. She also mentions that both her sons have obtained their degrees - a BA for John and a
BSc in Electrical Engineering for Andrew. She feels a little aged as a result!
Anne Welsh (Murray) is now living on a farm in Stanford in the Cape and is teaching English at the Her-manus High
School. This is a dual medium school which, she feels, offers considerable advantages as far as improving
communication in South Africa is concerned.
Rosemary Crouch (Davies) was fortunate enough to join in the Roedean Brighton Centenary celebrations in July of
last year, where she had a very happy reunion in the form of a picnic on the beautiful lawns of Roedean with Rosalind
Hamilton (Pearson) and Patricia Altema (Kane). Rosemary tells us that she had a thorough tour around the huge and
imposing school and found many similarities with Roedean, South Africa.
Rowena Robardes (Hersov) has returned to Johannesburg with her family after spending a couple of years in Natal.
She is expecting her second baby in September. Rowena says that her sister, Alexandra Hersov has just completed a
two month holiday in the Far East which she loved.
Wendy Floquet (Mullins) had a happy reunion with Alison Fleming (Ross) in Johannesburg very recently. Alison’s
family of two boys and two girls live in Kloof in Natal. Alison also mentioned that she keeps in touch with Patricia
Rhodes (James) in Pietermaritzburg and Sandra de Gier (MacKenzie), in Durban.
Jessica Carter (Blades) is kept very busy with her children: Andrew of 4 Vi years and Katherine of 3 years. They are
likely to be in Strand for another year or so as her husband is still very involved with the Palmiet Pumped Storage
Scheme at Grabouw.
Kathleen Sewell who always writes extensively to the SAORA with news of her life in Ramsgate on the south coast of
Natal, visted Roedean after many years absence on Foundation Day this year. Gwen Neill (Gwynn-Evans) gave a
lunch for her which Wendy Floquet (Mullins) and Rosemary Emery (Thompson) attended.
We have news of Annette Johnson (Bamfield-Duggan)from her father who tells us that she is now married and living
in Observatory, Cape Town, and has ■\ ten month old daughter, Kate.
Judy MacKenzie (Gemmill) writes with news that she is slowly settling down in their new home in Hilton, Natal. At
the time of writing to us, she was hoping to be able to arrange a get-iogether of the local Natal old girls to celebrate
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Foundation Day.
Joyce Stott (Greathead) pays special tribute to Kathleen McIntosh (Power) who died in September 1980 at the age of
88. Joyce only knew Kathleen in her old age, but says that she was always so dynamic and special a person that it is
unthinkable that she would have slipped away unheralded and unsung. Kathleen retained her independence to the end
living at Fields Hill in Natal. She drove her own small car even though she was so tiny and bent that one could barely
see there was anyone in the car directing it! Her father had been Secretary of the Johannesburg Stock Exchange, and
Joyce feels sure that Kathleen certainly made a name for herself at Roedean and that she was more than likely one of
the ‘greats’ mentioned in the school song. She was the first woman student to attend Cedara Agricultural College and
rode a Harley Davidson motor bike -no small achievement for a female in those days and particularly for one so petite.
Kathleen married Charles McIntosh and their home ‘Craigellachie’ at Hilton Road became famous for its collection
indigenous flora and received visitors from around the world. She introduced the first Barberton Daisies to Kew
Gardens as well as other indigenous South African plants and became an Honorary Life Member of both Kew and
Kirstenbosch. During the Second World War, Kathleen became Commandant of the SA Women’s Auxiliary.
Janetta Dauncey (Bell) writes to tellus that she and her husband are still at Highbury School in Hillcrest, Natal, where
they have been for the past seven years. They now also have two daughters in teaching profession: Nicola Dauncey
who has been at St Mary’s D S G, Kloof for three years but will shortly take up a post at Herschel in the Cape and
Philippa Black (Dauncey) who is on the staff at Howick High School. Anthea, Janetta’s third daughter has recently
joined the staff at the Carlton Hotel in Johannesburg where she hopes to be considered for their Trainee Management
Scheme in due course. Janetta also mentions that she sees quite a bit of Jenny Grover (Stephenson) and has been in
touch with Olivia-Ann Pearce (Murray ).
Shona Tay lor (Fulton) is in partnership in her husband’s architectural practice. Shona’s daughter Penny Taylor is now
living in Johannesburg and, together with Robin Craig the daughter of another Old Roedeanian Sheila Craig
(Tomkins), is responsible for art direction of Style magazine.
Michele Gilbert writes that she is now living in Durban, and works for the Durban City Council as a Learner
Engineering Surveyor. She is attending the Durban Technikon for three years to do a National Diploma in Land
Surveying. Michele also mentions that she has just recently become engaged to Johnny Upfold.
Violet Botha (Evans) has moved from East London to Knysna, where she still enjoys sailing with her husband ontheir
Hobie 16 although she mentions that the water in the lagoon is not quite the same as sailing out to sea. Violet has
contacted the Knysna Hockey Club and may join them as a non-player. At present she is very involved in getting her
new home into shape.
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Amanda Furber (Smith) writes from Bulawayo, Zimbabwe that shw has been appointed Deputy Head of Christian
Brothers College in Bulawayo, but hastens to mention that she is neither a Catholic nor a male!
Elizabeth Rossiter (Ogilvie) of Benoni visited her daughter Jean Wildmann (Rossiter) and her husband and family in
the Cotswold, where they are now living on a beautiful country estate, surrounded by sheep and the peace of the
English countryside. Jean and Dave have two daughters, Nicola and Tania. Elizabeth also mentions Kath (CampbellBegg) and George Jenkinson who live near her daughter Jean, and who have just been awarded the Best Prizewinning
Garden for 1985 in England. She tells us that her second daughter Wendy Wood (Rossiter) and her husband Rob now
live in Pretoria and have just had little Julie, their 4th child.
Heather MacDonald-Rouse writes that she has recently sold her ‘take-away coffee bar’ and is at present teaching
History of Costume and Costuming for the Stage at the Tecknikon in Johannesburg. Heather still makes haute couture
bridal gowns, but sadly has no time to do costumes for shows these days.
Amanda Collie, a very young ‘old girl’, tells us that she is very happy at her new school, DSG, in Grahamstown,
where she is in matric. She and her family have settled in Port Elizabeth.
Vivian Botting (Haswell) recently left Johannesburg with her family to settle in Plettenberg Bay - they have rented a
farm on the outskirts of Plett and are thoroughly enjoying their new and very different life. Vivian also has a legal job
at present, and would love to see any old girls who come down her way on holiday. Joyce Waring (Barlow) mentions
that her only real achievement at this stage of her life is her age! However, she is very involved with the South Cross
Fund Castle Branch in Cape Town, and is happy to have discovered that she is very good at raising money for the
fund! Jane Balfour (Pybus) writes with news that while on holiday in England last year, she stayed with Jane Asher
(Fraser) in Norwich, who had just returned from the British Masters Swimming Championships with 9 Gold Medals
out of a possible 10, and two records in her age group - 50-55 years! No mean achievement! Congratulations Jane!
Shirley Bromley-Gans (Berry) tells us that she hears frequently from Muriel Blackett (Richardson) and Mattie Howey
(Bosch), both of whom live in England. Shirley also keeps in contact with Diana Newey (Laver), who lives on a farm
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at Kei Road, which is run by her son Richard. Diana’s daughter, Marion, had a cookery book published last year ‘Quick Meals for Busy People’.
Margaret Slyper (Craig) writes with news that she is at present doing a diploma in specialised education -remedial. She
is in her second year and hopes to complete it at the end of 1986. Margaret is teaching at Grenville High School,
which is the only English High School in Rustenburg.
OVERSEAS NEWS
Sarah Jacobs is living in London where she attended a Food and Wine Course at the Jane Mann School of Cookery.
She has worked for Grants of St James as a cook for the Directors’ Dining Room for the past 8 months, and is now
about to embark on the Grants Advanced Wine Course for the rest of this year. She would like to pursue wine studies
for her Masters. Caroline Jacobs has been studying Interior Design at The Inchbald, Eaton Gate in London, and has
been offered a position with one of the leading decorators in London when she finishes her course early in the
summer.
Jennette Johnstone (Jones) greets us from Melbourne Australia. She would love to hear from any other old
Roedeanians living in Victoria Australia and would also be delighted to be of help to any visitors to Australia. Jennette
mentions that she has two Maud Sumner paintings in their home, so feels very close to the arrangements for the
memorials to Dorothy and Maud Sumner. She also mentions that she sees Gail Meggitt who is alive and well and
living in Melbourne - in spite of being on the “Missing Old Girls’ list!
Philippa Straiten writes that she has been working in Luxembourg for a year. While in London she intends visiting
Kerry Dowson (Holliday) Hilary Leitch and Jane Hutton. Hilary will be working as a nurse and Jane is studying for
her PhD at London University. Philippa also hopes to get in touch with Fiona Watson, who left Roedean South African
in 1972, and completed her schooling at Roedean Brighton.
Gael van lerland (Crawford-Nutt) writes from Western Australia with the news that she is now playing the Double
Bass professionally with the Western Australian Arts Orchestra in Perth. The orchestra plays mainly for opera and
ballet and she is thoroughly enjoying it. Gael tells us that her full time job is looking after her daughters - Nicolette
(10) who plays the violin and Angeline (8) who is the cellist - and her son Carl (2'/2), who is a wonderful bundle of
energy.
Janet Saner (Anderson) is at present living in Peterborough in England, where her husband is complete a MRCGP
course. They hope to return to South Africa in May. Janet had a daughter in December 1985.
The Old Girls lake on the Young Girls
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Elizabeth Blauvelt (Anderson) writes from New Jersey with the news that she is still preparing students in piano and
theory for Trinity College in London. Together with her husband and daughter she spent three weeks in China before
continuing around the world. Elizabeth is now a proud grandmother and has three grandchildren. Elizabeth also
mentioned that Mary Clarke (Shave) and her husband Brian spent a week with them in New Jersey, before going on to
Florida and California.
Ethne Bovet (Orr) tells us that she and her husband have happily retired to Rolle in Switzerland. Ethne’s two daughters
are kept very busy with their respective occupations. Deonara is married and lives in England, where she specialised in
Orthopaedic Physio, and is now involved in lectures and teaching in England, United States and Switzerland. Philippa
is a Dean at Radcliffe College, Harvard.
Rosalind Hamilton (Pearson) continues to live happily in England, and is involved with nursing and china restoration
as a hobby. She mentions that her husband has retired from the Navy and is now a solicitor. Her daughter Sarah (21),
is taking a Fine Arts Degree while Richard (15) is at Bradfield College. Rosalind recalls a very happy reunion she had
with Rosemary Crouch (Davies) and Patricia Antelme (Kane) at the Roedean Brighton Centenary celebrations.
Rosalind sends her very best wishes to all those members of ‘her class’ who are celebrating ’30 years on this year’.
Lesley Heming (Evans) brings us snippets of news from the Netherlands. She has been in touch with Anneke Phenning
who lives in Amsterdam, and is giving lessons at the Muziek School v.h. Amsterdam’s Conservatorium in the flute.
Anneke’s students range in age from 6 to 66. Joosje Bekink (Phenning) has not heard from any old Roedeanians for
many years and would love to be in touch with some of her old friends.
Angie Bloembergen (Bischoff) is also a resident of the Netherlands, and she and her husband Auke are both very keen
cricketers, which is fortunate for their young son. Lesley also has news of Claire Cook (Evans) who now has a
daughter of 2 years. Pam Simpson (Rogers) is an excellent correspondent in spite of a hectic life with two tiny tots,
and has kept Lesley up to date with news of a reunion held at her parents home last summer for many of their
respective class mates of 16 years earlier! Lesley tells us that her mother has returned to South Africa and has
remarried a delightful man whom they all love. Lesley and her family stayed with them on their visit to Johannesburg
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last year.
Katherine Jenkinson (Campbell-Begg) of Gloucests-hire, England, writes to tell us that she and her husband won the
coveted ‘Gardener of the Year Award for 1985’ organised by a leading English magazine ‘Garden News’. The garden
of Little Larkhill Cottage was created by Katherine and her husband George, a retired
doctor from Zambia, in memory of their son Peter, who was drowned in a scuba diving accident whilst attending the
University of the Witwatersrand, just before his 21st birthday, 8 years ago. The prize of £500 and a trophy was
presented at a special lunch at the Savoy Hotel in London.
Pam Vilac (Kurtman) writes from Canada to say how much she is enjoying life there, even though she is kept
extremely busy working full time for a firm of stockbrokers, operating her own Beauty Consultant business in a
particular brand of cosmetics, and running a home and keeping her husband happy. At the time of writing, Pam was
experiencing beautiful autumn weather in British Columbia, but both she and her husband enjoy the snowy weather as
they are keen skiers and also like curling. She and her husband Paul had a brief visit to South Africa for her brother’s
wedding last April and she loved showing Paul around Roedean, even though it was break-up day. She would like to
congratulate Mr Law and all concerned on the magnificent state of the grounds and buildings. Pam hopes to make
contact with other Canadian ‘Old Roedeanians’ to tell them of the progress at the school - until now this has been very
difficult because of the great distances people have to travel for a get-together. She does keep in contact with Anne
McKay (Soltau) and Jackie Lee Son (Chan Yan).
Marigold Bower (Bower) of Dorset in England, writes that she and her husband have been living in England for the
past 5 Vi years where they have a smallholding. Marigold’s eldest daughter took her A levels last June and is now
doing a secretarial course, prior to going to Birmingham University to read English and African studies. Her second
daughter writes ‘O’ Levels this year at Sherborne School for Girls while the two youngest girls are still at preparatory
school.
Jacqueline Lee Son (Chan Yan) writes from Canada with news that she has just returned from a visit to South Africa
where she managed to see a number of Roedean girls. While in Cape Town she saw Gill (Vincent), Nicola (FarnellWatson), Diane (Pick), Lyle Jobling, Anne (Elsworth), Janet (Vickerman) and Susan Coates; in Durban she saw Jytte
(Monberg) and Jenny (Allen); and in Kimberley, Sharon and Helen Lo. On Jacqueline’s return to Vancouver she
received a call from Sarah (Garden) who was passing through Vancouver with her husband and it was wonderful to
see her again after so many years. Jackie has also seen Sue Jackson (Matterson) twice in the last two years: Sue lives
in Spokane, Washington and they have just had an addition to the family - a girl. Jacqueline tells us that she and her
husband have been living in Vancouver for the past 11 years. They have two sons David (8) and Jonathan (6) and, as
they are both in school, Jackie has found that she has become involved with many community activities. Her big
project this year is launching a concert series at their new theatre: they are working with Columbia Artists
Management in Hollywood. Jackie has also started teaching music on a moderate basis and is presently working
toward Grade 10, and not finding it too easy.
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Granddaughters at the School
Angie O’Hagan
Kerry O’Hagan
Chloe Worthington
Julie Smith
Harriett Crawford Tessa Curry Lisa Denoon-Stevens Jane Emery Sanchia Henning Nicola Henning Angela Jones
Sally-Anne Jones Alexandra Kane Amy Leuner Celia Leuner Nina Leuner Deena van Niekerk Jane Wallington
Katherine Wallington Bronwen Young Elsa Young
Sarah Schneider Sarah Anne Cumin Delia Nash
daughter of Rozanne Marthinussen
granddaughter of Di Abel
great granddaughter of Jeanne Lys
daughter of Rozanne Marthinusen
granddaughter of Di Abel
great granddaughter of Jeanne Lys
daughter of Sandra Marthinusen
granddaughter of Di Abel
great granddaughter of Jeanne Lys
daughter of Gillian Allen
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granddaughter of Monica Smith
great granddaughter of Marjorie Davis
daughter of Jennifer Anderson
granddaughter of Cynthia Stock
daughter of Elizabeth Matterson
granddaughter of Zoe Tancred
daughter of Carol Newton-Thompson
granddaughter of Helen Adams
daughter of Rosemary Thompson
granddaughter of Beryl More
daughter of Jean MacKinnon
granddaughter of Agnes Sneddon & Beatrice Smith
daughter of Jean MacKinnon
granddaughter of Agnes Sneddon & Beatrice Smith
daughter of Anne Roberts
granddaughter of Lulu Joris
daughter of Anne Roberts
granddaughter of Lulu Joris
daughter of Sally-Ann Kay
granddaughter of Pam White
daughter of Susan Roberts
granddaughter of Lulu Joris
daughter of Susan Roberts
granddaughter of Lulu Joris
daughter of Susan Roberts
granddaughter of Lulu Joris
daughter of Susan Carlin
granddaughter of Doreen Andrews
daughter of Patricia Leon
granddaughter of Elaine Isaacs
daughter of Patricia Leon
granddaughter of Elaine Isaacs
daughter of Annette Leimer
granddaughter of Elsie MacRobb
daughter of Annette Leimer
granddaughter of Elsie MacRobb
granddaughter of Deborah Sneddon
granddaughter of M. Palmer
granddaughter of Pam Rice
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Daughters at the School
Nicolette Baillie Elizabeth Boniface Jennifer Boniface Sheila Boniface Katherine Bristowe Emma Curnow Lisa
Davison Romilly De Buck Natasha Doody-Pestall Nicola Durrant Victoria Farrant Caroline Ferguson Penelope
Ferguson Susan Ferguson Deborah Floquet Elizabeth Gay lard Susan Gaylard Jean Gaylard Tracey Girdwood Vanessa
Girdwood Marcia Hadjihambi Nicola Henn Kate Huggett Tracey Huggett Helen Jones Penelope Jones Mary King
Philippa Kruger Victoria Kruger Gudrun Lake Catharine Lapping Nicola Matthews Colleen McConnell Sharon
McConnell Alisha MoKerron Frances McKowen Sherri-Lyn Misselbrook Judy Moses Maria Nakios Angela Neill
Belinda Neill Katharine O’Callaghan Danielle O’Callaghan Talisha Pienaar Nicolette Potter Carol Raven Philippa
Roper Julie Sander Caroline Sherwell Kathleen Slaughter
daughter of Avril Hutchings daughter of Veronica Plumstead daughter of Veronica Plumstead daughter of Veronica
Plumstead daughter of Anthea Patton granddaughter of Margaret Palmer daughter of Sally MacKay daughter of Susan
MacWhirter daughter of Winifred Doody daughter of Pamela Smith daughter of Rosemary MacKenzie daughter of
Gillian Walker daughter of Gillian Walker daughter of Gillian Walker daughter of Wendy Anne Mullins daughter of
Mary Stratton daughter of Mary Stratton daughter of Diana Roper granddaughter of Pamela de Kock granddaughter of
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Pamela de Kock daughter of Roxanne Phitidis daughter of Jill Hendry daughter of Jennifer Wilson daughter of Jennifer
Wilson daughter of Jane Henderson daughter of Jane Henderson daughter of Patricia Kidger daughter of Rosemary
Wright daughter of Paddy Wright daughter of Paddy Wright daughter of Ronwen Lewis granddaughter of Penelope
Mudd daughter of Wendy Stallard daughter of Wendy Stallard granddaughter of Elsie Healey daughter of Erica Halse
granddaughter of Olga Nichol daughter of Jill Curruthers daughter of Robin Allen daughter of Gwen Gwynne-Evans
daughter of Gwen Gwynne-Evans daughter of Fiona Caroline Linsell daughter of Fiona Caroline Linsell daughter of
Serita Ann Fleming daughter of Sandra Ash daughter of Laura Myhill daughter of Elizabeth Brown daughter of
Heather Gillespie granddaughter of Sybil Martin daughter of Jennifer Bosazza
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Georgina Smith Samantha Smith Camilla Thomas Claudia Thorpe Taryn Thorpe Titia van Deventer Susanne van
Ryswyck Amanda Vivian-Smith Sarah Vivian-Smith Joanne Webster Deborah White Joanne White Julia Williams
Susan Williams Camilla Wilson Serena Wilson Merdith Wilter Candace Wilton Tamara Wilton Susan Woodhead
daughter of Mary-Anne Bosazza daughter of Mary-Anne Bosazza daughter of Anne Benger daughter of Margaret
Doody daughter of Margaret Doody daughter of Paula King daughter of Dulci Adamson daughter of Susan Goodfellow
daughter of Susan Goodfellow daughter of Susan Pearce daughter of Valerie Lister daughter of Valerie Lister daughter
of Elizabeth Wingfield daughter of Elizabeth Wingfield daughter of Sally Spiro daughter of Sally Spiro daughter of
Alison Steen-Jackson daughter of Heather Taylor-Smith daughter of Heather Taylor-Smith daughter of Sandra van de
Pol
A “Pleasuance” way to end the year
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PLEASUANCE - AN APPRECIATION
In 1983 a new Pleasuance came into being.
Its right to “be” was not entirely uncontested. However, what a delightful alteration it has proved to be - for the last
two years Matric Mums have provided a luncheon for Staff and poised-to-leave Matrics. Happy times.
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On the Brink J.
Bradley Matric I
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Georgina Smith Samantha Smith Camilla Thomas Claudia Thorpe Taryn Thorpe Titia van Deventer Susanne van
Ryswyck Amanda Vivian-Smith Sarah Vivian-Smith Joanne Webster Deborah White Joanne White Julia Williams
Susan Williams Camilla Wilson Serena Wilson Merdith Wilter Candace Wilton Tamara Wilton Susan Woodhead
daughter of Mary-Anne Bosazza daughter of Mary-Anne Bosazza daughter of Anne Benger daughter of Margaret
Doody daughter of Margaret Doody daughter of Paula King daughter of Dulci Adamson daughter of Susan Goodfellow
daughter of Susan Goodfellow daughter of Susan Pearce daughter of Valerie Lister daughter of Valerie Lister daughter
of Elizabeth Wingfield daughter of Elizabeth Wingfield daughter of Sally Spiro daughter of Sally Spiro daughter of
Alison Steen-Jackson daughter of Heather Taylor-Smith daughter of Heather Taylor-Smith daughter of Sandra van de
Pol
A “Pleasuance " way to end the year
97
PLEASUANCE - AN APPRECIATION
In 1983 a new Pleasuance came into being.
Its right to “be” was not entirely uncontested. However, what a delightful alteration it has proved to be - for the last
two years Matric Mums have provided a luncheon for Staff and poised-to-leave Matrics. Happy times.
Cover picture
The Cork Tree in the Sumner Block garden Christopher Johnston
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