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THE LUCERNIAN Magazine of Morongo Girls' College, Geelong Term 4 1987
CONTENTS Page 1 2 3 4 6 7 8 12 15 16 24 36 50 53 68 70 71 76 79 80 82
Editorial Council Report Principal's Page Staff School Officials School Captains' Report Boarding House Music Drama Sports Junior School House Pages Art Phoenix Literary section Exchange students Social Service Year 12 Valete Salvete Awards Old Collegians
Volume: 6 No: 3
Editorial As another year ends yet another Luc committee finishes it's mammoth task of fitting all Morongo's vast array of activities into eighty-four pages Eighty-four pages sounds a lot? I know it did to those of us on the Luc Committee, at first Way back in Term I we all had wonderful ideas concerning new sections and articles for Luc. Eight months later an exhausted group of eight Luc recruits are wondering how on earth we managed to fit in all the normal sections of the magazine.
Speaking of involvement I'd like to thank the Lucernian Committee who involved themselves totally from the first paging draft to the last page of the pasting up. I'd also like to thank Mrs Quickmire and Mrs Klososzczyk for their continual support and guidance. Thanks everyone who contributed! Best of Luc,
WELL— here it is the finished article. Did we fit it all in? Did you see a photograph of yourself or a piece of writing? Yes? Oh good; if not it probably means that you didn't put any contributions in the Luc box. Just remember — there's always next year. If you were involved and do have something in the Luc, it adds a special meaning to your magazine, doesn't it?
Lucernian Committee
Louise de Jong Mary Lighfoot
Liz Turner
Nicole Tomlinson Vicki Meyer
Lisa Guthrie
Rebecca Charles
Andrea Smith
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Council Mr. RJ. Robb (Chairman) Mr. W.H. Harvey(Deputy Chairman), BE, FIEAust FAIE, AFAIM Mrs J.L Emerson, BA DipEd Mr. R.J. Bourke, AASA CPA ACIS, AIBA, AAIM, FRMIA Mr. W.T. Cook, BA BSc, TSTC Mrs H.E Hallowes, LLB (Melb), DipEd (Melb) Mr. I.S. Knight Mr. I.R Knox, LLB
Mr. EC. Laird, CBE, DipArchDn, LFRAIA ARIBA The Rev G.G. Lehman, BCom. DipEd, TPTC, MACE Mr. A.J. Lawson Dip Tex Ind. Mr. G.C. Notman, DFC, FP Miss EM. Parkes, DipNEd, FCNA Mr. N.H. Pettitt ARACI Mrs AS Solomon Mr. J.S. Venters, BEM, NatMed Mrs A Young, MBBS Mr. D.G. Neilson, AM, FCA, ACIS, (Secretary)
Council Notes Morongo School Council recognizes the ever changing needs in education today, and the necessity to have facilities available at reasonably short notice to accommodate these, particularly in areas such as computers, science, creative arts and the library. Also the introduction of new arrangements for the V.C.E. may result in the necessity to provide further specialist rooms and equipment for the school.
present facilities, has presented to the Council an extensive budget for 1988 which will be considered after the report is received. Included in this budget but not necessarily in order of priority are: Major extensions and renovations to Junior School, upgrading the science facilities in Senior School, relocation of the Book-room to Dudley so that staff accommodation can be upgraded, extension and reorganization of the interior of the Library, improvements to the Kitchen and Dining Room, extensions to the Dulcie Brookshaw Centre common room, locker room, careers areas and interview rooms, indoor heated swimming pool, the Chalet building to be replaced by the next stage of the Laird Centre to include Graphics, Ceramics, Art Studios, Photography, removal of the Audio Visual building, some modification to the Laird Centre, new Boarding House for Senior Students and paved area by Hall and Dining room.
We also recognize the importance of maintaining a high quality of academic achievement and the need to provide a wider range of extra curricular activities for students. During 1987 we have been considering strategies suggested by the Planning Committee, and as these will affect and project the development of Morongo into the next century, the decision has been made to engage Knight Howard and Associates, a firm of education consultants used previously by the School, to survey opinions of parents and others to evaluate these strategies. Their report to the Council, with recommendations for consideration, will provide a basis from which future planning will develop.
The Council looks forward to receiving the recommendations of the consultants and to embarking on this exciting new stage in the growth and development of our school.
To accommodate some of the planned changes, the Works Committee as well as maintaining the
Miss Dulcie Brookshaw and Professor Kwong Lee Dow.
—RE COWIE SROOKSHAW SENIOR CENTRE OPENE14 SeY
PROFESSOR KWONG LEE DOW AAA„ Sc., ILE& A.R.A.O.I., DEAN OF THE FACULTY OF EDUCATION UNIVERSITY OF MELBOURNE
Principal's Page Sixty years ago, on the 27th October, 1927, the official opening of our school on its present site took place.
Parents and members of the community have enjoyed its comfortable facilities for meetings and seminars
The Geelong Advertiser reported that "....Morongo, the new home of the Presbyterian Girls' College, was the scene of a brilliant ceremony yesterday afternoon when His Excellency, the Governor-General (Lord Stonehaven) officially opened a pretentious pile of recently erected buildings..."
The construction of the centre, although a significant addition to the school, must only be seen as a further step towards providing the kind of facility required to enable our girls to be educated appropriately to enter an increasingly complex and technological world. At present Morongo Council is considering plans for further development and the upgrading of some existing sections of the school. However, it is important to remember that although excellent facilities may be provided, a sound preparation for living in the community beyond school comes only through the personal effort of each girl to make the most of her opportunities to learn while at schooL Very occasionally a few girls behave selfishly, wasting their own time and that of others The far-reaching results of this attitude often do not become apparent until these girls reach senior levels in the school when it is found they have not established a sound basis on which to build their studies The chance to have a full-time secondary education comes only once, and to take advantage of it each must see that the daily programme of lessons is carried through conscientiously and that homework and revision are attended to regularly. No learning can occur without diligent effort on the part of each student
This year on 8th May, another official opening ceremony was performed at the school. On this occasion, the Dulcie Brookshaw Senior Centre was officially opened by the Dean of the Faculty of Education at the University of Melbourne, Profesor Kwong Lee Dow. Again, the Geelong Advertiser reported the event, emphasising the significance of the occasion, but giving much more attention to the specific uses to which the new faculties were to be put "....Morongo is the first Geelong school to make moves towards a separate school for Senior Students as recommended in the Blackburn Report and subsequent other reports The centre.... has a common room, kitchen, cloakroom, study area, auditorium, several tutorial rooms, offices for years 11 and 12 co-ordinators and a careers centre... The school council funded centre will be used for study, some classes and recreation..." The centre has been of enormous benefit, not only to the girls in Years 11 and 12, but to all members of the school community. The auditorium has been used for assemblies, meetings, audio-visual classes and musical presentations by girls at all year levels
I hope that every girl will make the most of the very fine facilities and opportunities for learning that are provided by our school We on the staff will continue to provide guidance, envouragement and a caring atmosphere for each one of them L\J
Mrs. Edna McCann, Mr. John Robb and Mrs Judith Watt at the launching of Morongo's new rowing shell.
Staff 1987 Principal• Mrs. J.M. Watt B.A, (Melb), Dip.Ed., Grad.Dip.CurricAdmin., M.AC.E Deputy Principal Mr. F. O'Neill, BSc., Dip.Ed., M.A.C.E Curriculum Co-ordinator: Miss J. L Batterbury, BSc., Dip. Ed., Dip.Ed.Admin. Head of Junior School• Mrs. Y. Fox, T.I.T.C.
Senior School Miss D.J. Bard-Brucker, BEd (Art & Craft) Mr. LF. Barker, BA DipRE Mrs. Bremner, BA Mrs. C.M. Carroll, BA DipEd Mrs I.J. Deller, ATCL,ASDA Mrs M. Dwyer, DSCM, DipEd (Term 2) Mrs P.A. Evans, BA Mr. R.B. Ferguson, BSc, DipEd Mrs G.V. Fileborn, DipLehr Mrs. LJ. Forbes, DipFD&P, ACTT Mr. LH. Francis, BA CTDip Miss V. Fraser, BED, PhysEd Mrs F. Gasperini, BA TSTC Miss M.H. Henderson, BSc Miss J.K. Homberg, BEd Mrs J.A Inkster, BAppSc Mrs J. Kinnane, BA TSTC, MEdSt Mrs M.R. Klososzczyk, BA BEd, DipEd, DipSchMangt GradDipEda, ALAA Mrs LV. Larcombe, TPTC Mrs C.M. MacKenzie, BSc in Ed Mr. P.E Marks, BSc, DipEd Mrs E M. Martin, LRAM, ULTC Mrs C. Martini BSc(Hons), MSC, DipEd, (Term 3) Mrs H. Melville, DipComPrac, TTTC Mrs H.J. Mitchell, Higher DipSecArt & Craft Miss M.J. Murray, CertBusStudies, Stenography Cert Mrs J.H. McNeil, TPTC Mrs R. Owen, Cert in Ed (L'Pool) Mrs H.L Pateman, TSTC (Art & Craft), BEd Mr. A. Payne, BEc, BEd, TSTC Mr. C.J. Pingel, BAppSc (Chem), DipEd, BEd Mrs. P.J. Quickmire, MA (Oxon), DipEd Mrs M.A. Schmidt TSTC (Art & Craft) (Term 2) Mrs S.E Scott BSc, DipEd, GDSE Mr. R.W. Seaton, BSc, DipEd, MACE Miss A. Shields, BA MA DipEd, GDIESE Mrs M.L Smith, BSc, BA FACBS Mrs. G. Spooner, BA TSTC Mr. J.C. Taylor, DipElecEng, TTTC, BEd Mrs M.E Thom, BA(Hons), DipEd, DipComp, MACE, MACS Mrs LJ. Thornton, BEd Mrs U.M. Trigg, BA DipEd, LTh, DipRelEd, MACE Mr. J. Van Galen, ElecEngDip. TTTC, GradDipComp Mrs. L King BA (Syd) DipEd A.Mus A (Term 1)
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Junior School Mrs B.A. Egan, TITC Mrs A.L Elliott BA in Educ Mrs. H.J. Lawrence, DipTeaching (Prim) Mrs S.S. Lea-Wood, TPTC, TSpTC, BEd, SpecEd, MACE Mrs. B.J. Lovell, BPhy Ed, TSTC Miss W. Maher, DipTeaching (Prim) Mrs EF. Marsland, DipPrim Teaching Mrs EJ. Ross, NSW DepEdCert Miss EM. Syle, DipTeaching Mrs N. Phillips, BA BEd(Prim), ALAA
Kindergarten Mrs. H. Smith, DipKTC, Melb— Directress Morongo Kinder Mrs M. O'Donnell, DipTeaching, IECD (3 year old group Morongo) Miss G. O'Connor, Directress, Morongo/Lara Kindergarten, DipTeaching, IECD Mrs Pam Rowe, Kindergarten Assistant at Lara Mrs J. Bartle, Kindergartern Assistant— Morongo Mrs J. Currie, Kindergarten Assistant— Morongo
Library Mrs. J.A. Cummins, BA GradDipLib, ALAA Mrs AC. Warren, BSc, ALAA
Special Subjects Speech: Mrs R. King, ATCL (Speech & Drama) Tennis: Mr. Don Cameron Fencing: Mr. L Fadgyas
Sister Mrs. F Caines
Music Staff Pianoforte: Miss D. Butler, ATCL, LTCL, LMus, AMusA MIM Mrs P. Spratt, LTCL, LMus, LRSM, MIM Miss H. McKenzie, BMus LMusA, AMusA Violin: Mrs. W. Galloway, LMusA, AMusA, Mrs M. Dwyer, DSCM, DipEd (Term 1) 'Cello: Miss M. Raynor Flute: Miss L Peden, AMusA Clarinet Mr. A. Cox, BA (Mus) Trumpet, Trombone, French Horn, Tuba: Mr. P. Radelszyk, DipArts (Music) Guitar. Mr. Z. Bilogrevic Theory: Mrs P. Spratt Miss H. McKenzie
Boarding House Staff Mrs E Bills— Head of House Mrs B.I. McGregor Mrs V. McLean Mrs M. Matthews Mrs N. Ruffin Miss H.M. Smeaton Mrs A Voce
Office Staff Mr. H.R. Stewart, BComm, AASA— Bursar Mrs V. Macvean — Principal's Secretary Mrs I. Anderson— Secretary to Deputy Principal and Curriculum Co-ordinator Mrs. N. Groth Mrs A. Kelly Miss D. Mitchell — Retired end February Mrs S. Pearce Mrs H. Ballans
General Staff Mrs K Anderson— Teacher's Aide— Senior School (Terms 1 and 2) Mrs C.J. Chealuck— Laboratory Assistant (Term 1) Mrs P. Farrance— Laboratory Assistant Mrs I. Halfacre— Teacher's Aide— Junior School Miss J. Angus— Catering Officer Mrs E Johns— Domestic Co-ordinator Mrs J. Blair, Canteen Manageress
Miss Dorothy Mitchell Miss Dorothy Mitchell arrived at Morongo in 1955 to help staff the office. For many years she also ran the bookroom, and handled all the books and stationery used in the school with considerable efficiency and skill. A staffing shortage took her into the Boarding House where she remained for some years, assuming responsibility particularly for the very young boarders. Part of her job was to handle all the boarders travel arrangements for outings and holidays. Miss Mitchell was always ready to step into any breach, even if this involved accompanying school tours at very short notice. In more recent years, Miss Mtchell continued to be the first point of contact in the front office for many visitors to Morongo, where her courteous and pleasant manner made her an invaluable ambassadress for the school. Her practical approach, her cheerful outlook and her dry wit endeared her to all, and over the years many students have had cause to be grateful for her practical care. "Mitch" has also been greatly missed by all the staff— nothing was ever too much trouble for her to fit into her already busy schedule, if it meant being of assistance to those around her. We wish her a very happy and peaceful retirement, and thank her again for the considerable contribution she made to the life and work of Morongo over an impressive period of 32 years service. U.T. Page 5
School Officials 1987 School Captain Fiona Stone School Vice Capt Andrea Smith Head of Boarding House Kim Douglas Sports Captain Susan Shimmin Music Captain Nicole Graham
House Captains
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Ardens Meredith Izon Harris Felicity Morrison Lawson Suzanne Lawson Robb Genevieve Scott Roslyn Kate Weaver Venters Fleur McAllister
David Fiona Swan Hearne Robin Shand McPhee Rosalind Hawkins Neilson Vicki Meyer
School Officials 1988 Virginia Millard School Captain School Vice Captain Fiona Salmon Head of Boarding House Anna Long Deputy Boarding House Captain Sarah Emerson Sports Captain Audrey Lim Music Captain Sally Bothroyd
House Captains Ardens Trudi Knight Susan Freeman Harris Jodie Muller Lawson Page 6
Robb Jenny Shand Roslyn Vera Wee Venters Kerri Prussner
School Captain's Report As senior representative of Morongo we feel that despite all that Morongo has to offer, friendships are the most vaulable For many, the word 'school' brings back memories of the fun-times spent together with friends— not those unsolvable maths problems or the English essays that never quite got written. Morongo gives us the opportunity to develop close relationships with all sorts of people in its wide range of activities For most girls, the closest friendships are often formed within their own year level. It is with these people that the majority of our school life is spent Academically we are often placed'under pressure' and in 'dire straits', but because girls just want to have fun' these problems become'invisible'. When school has finished and 'after the thrill has gone', our friends may not be seen for`the longest time'.1 can't tell you why but even 'sixty year on' these girls will hold a special place within us After all, 'that's what friends are for'. The school community, but more especially 'our house' provides the medium for meeting girls from all year levels This generates both school and house spirit 'INXS' which is evident throughout the year. Even the 'new kid in town' soon feels a part of the friendly atmosphere at Morongo. With the advent of the new house 'Robb', we will no longer suffer from the problem of a 'Crowded House'. If anything, house spirit and friendliness within our house has grown, mostly due to the effort of six very special girls However, it is mostly combined effort of everybody which generates real togetherness within our school. Even though the staff sometimes drive us' Mental as Anything', they give us endless support and are always willing to give us 'Help'. The girls do not really mind that they have had to burn some 'Midnight Oil' to finish homework, because' Everybody s got to learn sometime'. We also owe much to the 'gardeners and cleaners for the beautiful grounds and tidy classrooms Not only do they do the job efficiently, but they offer a 'service with a smile'.
It is with a sense of sadness that we leave Morongo, but the memories of our friends and our times at school together will remain with us always May your friendship continue burning.
This year Morongo had its sixtieth birthday, and thus most of us will not' Remember the days of the old school yard' as there have been many changes during that time. However, one thing that has not changed over the years, is the quality of friendship At Morongo, it has always and always will be the same
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Boarding Boarding House Report Grating bells, waiting for showers, staff "Good mornings", blowing gales, late to breakfast, soggy toast (and to think we haven't even made school yet!) We stick together, yet we're diverse. We're permanently on diets, yet eat anything in sight We love our guys, but their presence causes alarm. We study hard, yet...(well, we don't worry parents). We grate each other, yet we don't let one another down. We're the ones that live at school( howt that for dedication?), our very name causing the staff to tremble with trepidation. We're a group of a hundred odd (?) girls who form that amazing conglomeration named THE BOARDERS. Well, this year's amazing conglomeration headed to Torquay amidst much secrecy (?) as to the picnic location, on that proverbial first Saturday of the boarding year. A quick bee-line was made to the beach (and generally, more specifically, the surf lifesaving club) and many relaxing hours were spent lying in the sun. Unfortunately the only achievement out of our little escapade was that bout of sunburn which we'd managed to avoid all summer up until now. The weeks flew by, with Rob Lowe featuring on St Valentine's Day (and various days after that as well) and early up in first term, the annual Househouse Tennis Comp (the one where the old boarders show the new ones just why we're not renowned for our tennis skills). Together with trips into town to the cinema, tenpin bowling, theatre, Pancake Parlour, up to Melbourne to Luna Park and whatever else caught the eye (within degree) of our intrepid students The Easter plays provided a good many laughs when they rolled around in mid-April. With the alternate week, early church services held with College proved an interesting addition to our usual churchgoing, as did the introduction of the wearing of school uniform. The main social event of any boarder's school life however must be THE Boarders' Dance. This year in early May we "Bush Bashed" or "Town Turned" our way through the night, much to Susie's utter disgust at having been penned in the foyer. (Susie being Junior School's "growned-up" lamb). An entertaining and interesting night was had in the (much converted, scarcely recognizable) Gertrude Pratt Hall. To think that this is but a taste of what the boarders have been up to. On that note I extend my thanks to Mrs Bills and Page 8
all the Boarding House Staff tor their help throughout the year, and the Kitchen Staff for so readily preparing, and rising to special occasions which we spring on them, a special thanks to Reid for all the running around he does for us, all those trips to town waiting patiently outside "Gillies", and getting rid of unwanted prowlers Finally, to the House Captains, thanks for all the support given over the year, the endless films and those fire drills, to mention but a few. From all the boarders, but especially this one, thanks Well, my sixth year as a boarder is now completed and I leave with many fond memories of people and events that have so drastically shaped and influenced me over the years Living with so many different people is a challenge, but it's a challenge I'd recommend. Thanks to everyone for making this year so special. From the youngest to the oldest, you're a brilliant bunch of "Chooks". Look after yourselves Kim Douglas
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Boarding House House Captains Roz Hawkins, Vicki Meyer, Robin Shawl Fiona Swan.
We would like to pay tribute to the 1987 staff leavers— Miss Smeaton, Mrs. Voce, Mrs. McGregor and especially the Head of the Boarding House, Mrs. Bills. Thanks to you and to the staff remaining for all your work on our behalf.
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Music Report Music is normally a very busy activity at Morongo, and 1987 was certainly no exception. Before the first few weeks of the year were away, the formation of the Senior Middle School and Madrigal choirs had commenced, quickly and enthusiastically. It was comforting to note that we had a lot more musicians (or musos, as some people like to call us), joining us this year. Yes, saxophone, trumpet, trombone, French horn and tuba players joined in the fun with the already present vocalists, guitarists, violinists, cellists, oboeists, flautists, pianists, percussionists, clarinetists and recorderists. Four weeks ago into term 1, we were right into the swing of things with a trip to Wesley for all the choirs to perform. Then came the Annual Church Service where the Senior Choir displayed some of their most (shall I say it?!) heavenly singing. Also, a lunchtime concert was held and our brass instrumentalists had their first chance to strut their stuff, as well as the string ensemble, flute and guitar ensemble and solo performers. By this time, rehearsals were well under way for "Gang Jazz". it was set in Downtown Chicago and the American accent was becoming quite a habit. There were good guys and the bad guys, the thugs, the good girls and the bad girls (of course they are the ones who have certainly NOT been educated at Morongo) and I can't forget the Superheroes (Vick and Annie— I just loved those outfits!) — in all involving over 70 people, including the cast dancers, musicians and the production staff. Everyone did a terrific job, making it three fun nights to remember. After the Junior School displayed some of their fine, up-and-coming talent in a concert it was then everybody's favourite time of the year, when practices start for the Music and Drama Competitions. House Captains and conductresses were moving in on a three-week panic session, but, as always it all turned out right on the day— the result being:- 1st Venters (Youth), 2nd Robb (Peace), 3rd Harris ( Mexico), equal 4th Ardens( Legendary People) and Roslyn (Heaven and Hell) and 6th Lawson (The Wild West). Congratulations to all houses and organizers on your enthusiasm and high standard of performance. A slight change in musical styles then captured the Senior Choir, when under the leadership of Mrs. Martin, we presented Vivaldi's Gloria at St Mary's Church, along with the Geelong Chamber Ensemble led by Mrs. Galloway and singers Hartley Newnham and Margot Cory, the musical evening Page 12
was something to be remembered. We won the admiration of all the critics around the world (well Geelong) and Mrs. Martin has to be congratulated on her organization and total musicianship in preparation for the evening. There is still more coming in 4th term, with speech might capping the year off for the choir, and the Carol Service. I would like to thank Mrs. Dwyer, who took over Mrs. Martin's position during 2nd term. She did a fine job in keeping the standard as high as ever. Also, all the other music staff who often go unnoticed, have to be applauded for their efforts and assistance during the year. Your hard work was really appreciated. But, alas, the end of this year brings us to a sad note with the farewell to Mrs. Martin. Being the Director of Music for 16 years at Morongo, she has displayed high zest and enthusiasm for all aspects of music. Yes, the rhythm of life, the force behind all musicianship, the Amadeus of Morongo... ....shall I go on? I don't think it is really necessary, because everyone knows Mrs. Martin is all this and more. I hope Mrs. Martin can look back on her years at Morongo with fond memories — I know everyone who has worked with her can. I'd like to thank her on behalf of everybody, for the effort encouragement and contributions she has made to the musical life of Morongo over the past years. It is an achievement which will be hard to live up to in future years at Morongo. Mrs. Martin, we wish you well for the years ahead. Thanks for everything and keep on musicing.
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A.M.E.B. Music Results August 1986 Cello Grade 2: L. Mayall Grade 7: M. Millard
October 1986 Piano Preliminary: P. Ainsworth, A. Green, N. Montgomery, S. Sellepack, F. Thomson. Grade 1: J. Ainsworth, C. Alexander, J. Arklay, R. Clarke, J. Foley, M. Ford, C. Millard, L Paton, K. Traizyk. Grade 2: N. Strijder, M. Sumner. Grade 3: C. Campbell, S. Collins, S. Plumridge, L Ralton, S. Reid. Grade 4: L. McCann Grade 5: V. Wee
Violin Preliminary: M. Andress, R. Kelynack, L Ralton, M. Veal. Grade 1: C. Weijers Grade 2: R. Bufton Grade 4: M. Bufton, N. Morrison, S. Petty. Grade 5: K.A. Cook Grade 6: L. Skewes
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Flute Grade 1: S. Fisher, A. Green. Grade 3: C. Plumridge Grade 5: N. Marshman
Clarinet Grade 3: R. Wells
Cello Grade 1: K. Murphy, T. O'Loughlin. Grade 2: B. Griffiths
Eileen Martin, 17 years as Director of Music at Morongo, will be greatly missed by students and staff who appreciate her dedication and unflagging commitment to excellence. She has taught hundreds of sometimes less than angelic girls to sing like angels, and all her choirs have been widely admired for their precision, attention to detail, balance and clarity of tone.
Classical Guitar Grade 3: J. Hastings
Theory Grade 2: L Paton, M. Bufton, N. Morrison, G. Noyan, S. Petty, C. Wee, R. Wells, E. Wilson. Grade 3: L. McCann, L Ralton, L Skewes, V. Wee. Grade 4: V. Millard Grade 5: G. Ambrose, N. Graham.
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Eileen has directed a large visiting music staff who appreciate her support and splendid organizational abilities. Girls learning instruments and singing have been encouraged in all areas of activity from groups within the school to AMEB exams. Eileen is an accompanist of the highest calibre, sensitive and supportive, and can add increased depth to the interpretation of students whom she accompanies.
Theory Grade 2: S. Harvey, N. Strijder, M. Sumner. Grade 3: E. Wilson. Grade 4: H. Clarke, P. Gardner.
In her class-room teaching, she has imparted a wide range of skills, and at senior levels guided many students through the rigours of H.S.C. music.
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There have been many memorable events under Eileen's directorship, and a diverse range of productions from Benjamin Britten's Ceremony of Carols, through oratorio and musical comedy to, most recently, a spendid Gloria. Eileen's years at Morongo have given the school an understanding and appreciation of the way music can enhance all our lives. W.G.
Grade 4: K. Bishop
Cello Grade 1: S. Douglas, K. O'Neill. Grade 2: K. Murphy
Piano Preliminary: N. Kamp Grade 4: S. Lewis, R. Wells Grade 5: E. Adamson Page 14
Drama Report
Early this year Morongo produced dancers, singers and actors while parents and grand-parents fossicked out their moth-eaten 30's gear, as Morongo put on "Gang Jazz" by Ian Ladd. Mrs Isobel Deller and Mrs. Coral Carroll co-directed, Miss Wendy Maher was Director of Music, and Mrs. Debbie Fraser pulled our would-be Ginger Rogers into dancers such as our Hall had never seen. The play was presented on 21st— 23rd May, and the plot, set in down-town Chicago, can be summed up in two words — 'Goodies' and `Baddies'. Thanks must go to everyone involved on and off the stage — the memories are fond even if the nights were long and we thought we'd never get it right! V.M.
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Sports Report Throughout the year, there has been an incredible amount of sport played, with all girls participating in some way. Whether in a team or house sport or physical education classes.
done!! Congratulations also to Audrey Lim, Tammy White, Fiona Salmon, Alina Mitton and Georgina Gordon who received Best and Fairest or runnerup Best and Fairest in their respective grades.
The swimming sports were the first event on the agenda on February 19th. Roslyn won the day, followed by Robb, Harris, Ardens, Lawson and Venters! Everyone deserves congratulations: P.E. staff who organised the day, house captains, staff and student helpers for their assistance, the 'official' swimming officials, of course,swimmers (and divers), individual champions and runnersup and house cheer squads for their never-ending war-cries.
Hockey players did not compete in the regular Stead Park competition this season. Instead, the four teams played a number of matches against both Melbourne and Geelong schools. The firsts also ventured up to Royal Park on Wednesday afternoons to compete in a schools' competition. We ended up runners-up to GGS, which was a great result.
From these sports a swimming team was chosen. Early morning training was conducted to prepare for the two carnivals. In the Invitational Meeting held at Grammar, Morongo was second, then, in the GPSVSA Sports, Morongo came 6th but swam extremely well, narrowing last year's losing margin by 100 points. Whilst swimming was on, tennis and baseball teams were training for their respective roundrobins. Several social matches against Geelong schools were also played; although fun was the emphasis, we managed to win most of these matches. In the junior roundrobin, both baseball and tennis teams came 2nd which was a great result! The intermediates did not play— the weather was not the best on the day!! The Senior baseball teams (A and B) both came 3rd whilst the tennis team came first. Throughout all of this, the rowers were busily training down on the Barwon. Morongo had three crews this year who participated in a number of regattas. There were a few losses, a few wins and of course, a few in betweens. Also in Term 1, were the lnterhouse Athletics. Competition was close; the placings: Roslyn, Robb, Ardens, Venters, Harris and Lawson. Again, well done to everyone! From these Sports, an Athletics Team was picked and commenced training towards the end of the term three, both before ( 121'71) and after school, preparing for the Athletics Season in Term 4. The netball entered 14 teams into the Kardinia Park Competition this year (plus junior school teams). Of these 11 played in the final series with 5 teams actually making the Grand-Final. Teams 4, 10 and 12 were premiers and teams 3 and 7 were runners-up (a junior school team was also premiers). A fantastic effort to all netballers, well Page 16
Student versus Staff matches were a feature of this year; challenges took place in the pool, on the athletics track, on the tennis court, in the baseball diamond, on the netball court and on the volleyball court. All of these games were great fun; the staff ended up narrowly winning, only because students at Morongo respect their elders?1919191 Another event of this year was 'Sports Week', organised by the Sports Committee as a fun event whilst, at the same time, raising money. During this week, there was a senior boarders versus daygirls football match, a Sports Quiz, a 'Guess the Legs and Guess the Number of Balls' competition, and a Morongo Superboats. Overall, it was a fun week (and raised approximately $160 which will go towards a new piece of sporting equipment). Wow! A lot has taken place, but without the Phys. Ed. staff (Mrs. Inkster, Mrs. Thornton, Miss Fraser and Mrs Scarrot from Junior School), sport would collapse, for they give unstintingly of their time. To team coaches, your help is also valuable and appreciated. To team captains, team members and spectators, well done. To the Sports Committee and House Captains, your help and organization is great, too. Thanks!!! For me, the Sports Captaincy has been an opportunity to be nearer to what I love. To next year's captain, Audrey Lim, best of luck — you will (rive it! To all Morongo students, sport is great. Make the most of it and, most of all, have fun. U,O CLA, /6A/C/Ylin<>t,
Tennis Report Steffi Graf, move aside! With a record number of 36 senior students trying out for the tennis team, there were sure to be a few"pros" amongst us, not forgetting the enthusiastic intermediates and juniors who put just as much pace on the ball. The senior team proved to have a lot of strength and enthusiasm as they won the majority of social matches throughout the season. These were played against Geelong Grammar School, Sacred Heart Geelong College girls and finally Geelong College boys We proved to be too strong as we rose to victory on all occasions except for the latter where the boys with their overpowering charm, and forehands, managed to sweep us off the court The highlight of the season occurred when we triumphantly won the senior round robin at PLC, which was an excellent effort on everyone's behalf. The intermediates, led by the strong and enthusiastic Sue Minchinton (Captain) and Amanda Leigh (Vice-Captain) have also had a successful season. With social matches a!jiiinst Geelong Grammar School, Sacred Heart, arid Geelong College, a gratifying performance was put in by all, with wins all round except against Sacred Heart A great effort was put in by eveyone and with full fighting spirit, we were ready to take on all at the round robin held at Morongo. However with great disappointment the event had to be cancelled due to wet weather. Many "budding pros" have also emerged and proved their strength in the junior tennis team.
Led by the talented first pair, Jane Cameron and Jodie Price, the girls had a lot of fun playing socially and putting in much effort, had an enjoyable season. The round robin held at Toorak College brought a very satisfying equal second place with Lauriston, marginally behind PLC. Congratulations must also go to Jane Cameron for being chosen as a member of the Victorian McDonald's squad. A highlight of the season was the very much enjoyed Staff versus Students tennis match. Students, complete with togas, Roman sandals and wreaths of ivy perched on the heads, marched on to the battle field in search of revenge. With powerful serves, volleys, the occasional giggle and togas falling apart the match proved to be a success. However despite the marginal win for the teachers, the students did put up a tough fight With tennis championships underway in all age groups, the tennis season is far from over. Good luck to all participants and congratula Limns to the winners Finally, many thanks must go to both Mrs Inkster and Miss Fraser for their enthusiasm and support in coaching and organizing our teams Thanks also to good or Fish Salmon for her help in writing this report And a special thanks to Rebecca Charles (Vice-Captain) for her help throughout the year.
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Hockey Report
First Hockey Team Back: J. Schramm, R. Shand, M. Izon, C. Fisher, E. Turner. Middle: K Bray, S. Emerson, S. McCormack, M. van der Wilk, J Shand. Front: A. Wells, G. Scott, S.A. Menke, S. Shimmin.
The 1987 hockey season began with many girls participating enthusiastically in the hard, vigorous training. All hockey teams showed great team spirit which produced some rewarding results
Thanks must go to Mrs Inkster, Miss Fraser, Mr. Jackman and Miss Deblin for their coaching throughout the season. I hope the teams in the future continue to produce good results.
The 1st team had a reasonably successful season, winning 11 out of their 13 matches which lead them to play in the grand final. Unfortunately they lost but the players enjoyed themselves celebrating their loss at McDonalds. The 2nd, 3rd and 4th team captained by Roz Hawkins, Fiona Swan and Kathryn Rothacker respectively had a fantastic hockey season and they all enjoyed themselves. All games were of a high standard, providing valuable experience for the members of the teams
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Netball Report 1987 — Yes, that was a great year — the year Morongo's netball skills dominated the Geelong Netball Association's Saturday competition. Once again, the girls stared getting the rhythm of the game into their blood under the guidance of coaches Lionel Foster, Kate Royal, Miss Lowry, Mrs. Searle, Miss Whelan and Miss Thornton. Eleven teams got to the finals and five of those teams reached that one day in September. Congratulations to teams 4, 10 and 12 who came out with premierships; however, all teams deserve a round of applause for their dedication and sportsmanship. The talent and ability of our budding athletes wasn't only shown by the team efforts, for Audrey Lim was awarded the Best and Fairest for the fifth season running, Aline Mitton, Tammy White and Georgina Gordon also took out the honours in their respective grades and Fiona Salmon received runner-up. Congrats to these girls and a
special thank you to the captains for their continued dedication to their teams. Saturday netball, however, wasn't our only forte, when we really put Melbourne teams to the test. Morongo teams competed in round-robins and we also showed our strength in the Victorian Schoolgirls' Netball Championships. Although not winning every game, we fought with true Morongo spirit. The student-staff netball match was another game where our superiority showed. The students annihilated the staff — (by 4 goals!?!). The spectators are something we couldn't do without Thanks, Mr. White (Our supporters are really appreciated). However, nothing would have happened without the coaches, the sport's staff and especially Mrs. Thornton. Thanks for your tireless efforts and encouragement and best of luck for season '88.
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Netball Senior B's Back: C. Erwin, K Weaver, .4. Thomson, J. Hucker. Front: T Knight, P. Berryman, F McAllister, .4. Lint.
Netball Senior A's Back: D. Moffatt, K. Jelbart, K. Douglas, A. Jelbart. Front: E. Fayers, N. Graham, A. Smith, R. McCracken.
Swimming Report Each year we come back from our summer vacation ready to enter the pool with a big splash. This year things were different; we dived! It was interesting to see which 30 girls would be selected to be members of the 'mean, keen swimming machine team' of '87 with many new girls powering down the pool. Finally the team was chosen, AND WHAT A TEAM it was, competing at Geelong Grammar on the 5th of March and coming in second out of six schools just a few points behind Geelong Grammar School. Well, McDonalds would have to wait for the Morongo Swimming team of'87 because this year it was the Melbourne schools who did the travelling to the pool on the 19th of March. They all shook when they saw us perform on our home ground. We had many advantages over them, including being used to the chlorine from the many weeks early morning,
training, having our own scorers etc. But unfortunately it was not enough; the results were:1 M.C.EG.G.S. 2 M.LC. 3 TOORAK 4 GEELONG GRAMMAR SCHOOL 5 P.L C. 6 MORONGO Finally, thank you to the swim team of '87 for trying so hard and I wish you all the best for the future. Thanks also to Nerida Anderson (ViceCaptain) for her help and support and to the P.E. staff for training and coaching us (we just loved the early morning sessions!)
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Swimming Team Back: F. Jackman, A. Mitton, N. Ashton, V. Hedley, J. Leigh, M. Rawlings, J. Ainsworth. 3rd: R. Swalwell, N. Strijder, S. Lewis, S. Douglas, J. Cossor, R. Lee, A. Matlock. 2nd• N. Trethowan, L. Stevenson, T. Knight, C. Wookey, A. Campbell, T. Wynn, K Blackmore. Front: V. Holmfielc4 M. Stevenson, S. Bothroyd, K Weaver, N. Anderson, T Matthews, K. Appleton. Page 20
Rowing Report The river it seemed was the place to be this year, (as all sensible rowers have worked out), and the rowing season was an eventful one to say the least Morongo, having the 3 trendiest crews on the river, was extremely well represented, outshining all others in both technique and warpaint! We saw our first glimpse of what success is meant to be, when the seconds took Dimboola/ Horsham by storm! They managed to win 7 out of the 8 races, and took home 3 trophies each. (The rest of us hovered in the background, patting our new-found heroines on the back, wondering how we could get the trophies without them noticing). They got into the newspaper which really topped things off! Not to be daunted by the second crevkis sudden fame, the firsts and the thirds resumed training on the Barwon, in the hope of getting into the newspaper also. The thirds crew shone in more ways than one, and met with reasonable success and enviable consistency for the remainder of the season, showing the seconds that they were not to be outdone. The firsts, however, were not so fortunate, losing one member (who shall remain anonymous) to glandular fever (kisser's disease), and giving Kim (alias Superwoman) the chance to come out of retirement and show everyone how rowing is really done! The arduous task of training a new/old member was again on the agenda, and though tempers
were short at times (especially in the bow), we all managed to pull through, except for Gen who was now getting piles from the speedboat seat as well as nursing her other illness. The first finally managed to get into the Geelong Advertiser, only to find that 2 members were actually missing (but not missed — joke). In all, the results were good, and crews performed to their utmost Coaches, of course, were always present to make sure of that and they must be thanked (rowers give credit where credit is due, even when it brings more pain than pleasure). The rowing support group was established earlier this year which will make rowing even better next season. Thank-you to Emma Matlock, Gen Scott, Kim Douglas, Sharon Hockley, Kylie Lewis, Lucy Robinson, Trudi Knight, Jayne Driver, Anna Long, Kylee Henderson, Sarah Lewis, Georgia Radcliffe— Smith, Kate Fewster, Sophie Plumridge, and last but not least, Alina Mitton. Finally, for all those who have no idea what rowing is about — you'll never know until you've tried it and for the others— endure the pain because it's worth it in the end. AND remember— Rowers Rate Higher! (and not just at rowing either!]
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Baseball Report This year's baseball season was a fun and enjoyable one and if you happened to be passing Morongo late in the afternoons, you would have seen a number of girls hard at work on the baseball diamonds. These were our six baseball teams. After weeks of excellent coaching and loads of encouragement by Mrs Thornton and Miss Fraser,
the results were quite creditable. With their skill, speed and good judgement, no wonder other baseball teams were scared to play us I hope next baseball season will be fun and successful.
Senior Baseball 'A's Back: L. Dillon, A. Smith, A. Lim, N. Varaday, M. Sayer Front.• C. Menke, K Bray, S-A Menke, S. Callan
Senior Baseball 'B's Back.• C. Ramsden, D. Moffatt, G. jelbart, S. Emerson, C. Wee. Front: N. Velleley, K. Hall, G. Harvey, S. Lawson, C. Fisher Page 22
Cross Country 1987 Individual Placings
Overall Places
Seniors: Equal l stTrudi Knight, Bridget McGrath. 2nd Tiffany Wynn. 3rd Monika VanDerWilk.
Seniors: 1 st: Ardens 1,452 by 1 point 2nd: Robb 1,453. 3rd: Lawson 1,725.4th: Harris 1,773. 5th: Roslyn 1,835. 6th: Venters 2,110.
Juniors: 1st Jodi Cossar. 2nd Danielle Entwistle. 3rd Caroline Kuiper. Congratulations to Mrs. Forbes and Mrs. Cummins on a good run.
Juniors: 1st: Robb 1,182. 2nd: Venters 1,268. 3rd: Roslyn 1,311. 4th: Harris 1,337.5th: Lawson 1,454.6th: Ardens 1,516.
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Junior School Pages
Farewell HILARY SMITH the time has come When we must say "Goodbye". For sixteen years you've been with us On you we could rely. The Kindergarten has always experienced Your utmost dedication You gave to each and every child An inspiring start to education. Hundreds of children have passed through your care Ducks, lambs and chickens too! One thing that stands above the rest is that They thought the world of you. You will always be held in high esteem By parents, staff and friends The time and energy that you have given Will be with us, never to end. We'll miss your presence at the school, Especially your laughter! And hope that good fortune follows you For now and ever after.
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We arrived on a hot sunny day And we took a long walk into the bush We saw lots of animals The ferns were so big we had to push Chorus But I'm sad to say I'm on my way Won't be back for many a day My heart is down, my clothes are dirty and brown I had to leave Turramurra as the rain came down At the bush dance, it was ace All th?, people were swaying to and fro The music was at a very fast pace And most people found their feet too slow Down at the bunkhouse you can hear Girls cry out and laughter near And around the corner teachers leer While we lie on our bunks trembling with fear Down Turramurra where the horses run Where the cheeky have lots of fun I took a ride on a horse's back When he wouldn't giddy up I gave a whack Fling your arrow pulling the bow Arrows flying high and low Aiming at the target missing the place Getting the teacher, right in the face Sounds of screaming everywhere With nervous girls hanging on with hope We must declare we were brave to dare Hanging ten feet high from the Tarzan Rope Sounds of laughter by the pool Where the sunlight glistens on the water cool Whenever it was hot I would take a dip When I reached the edge I tried not to slip Down Turramurra where the food is nice People eat soup, chicken and healthy rice It's something that you never get When you're back home with your family pet
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Arnies Super-Natural Powers
It all started one hot summer s day, three days before the sports. Every- one was exhausted except for Ardens and ARNIE. We had one more race around the fitness track, even though we had won all the other races. When everyone finished Arnie told us that the reason we were winning was because of his Super-natural powers. We were all amazed and astonished. Then the sports came, the long distance race was to begin. All of Ardens was racing Ardens won as usual. With Arnie's super powers. The sports finally ended. Ardens received a HUGE GOLD TROPHY. We then bought Arnie some new party clothes and celebrated with champagne. THE END!!! Catherine Weijers Kaye Driscoll Tammy Richardson (Ardens)
The Football Match Gary Ablett marks the ball Robert Neal takes a fall! Screaming yelling " Come on Cats," Little Kids in woolly hats, Cold is biting at my nose, Freezing fingers, frozen toes, Still this game is lots of fun, I'll be sad when it is done. Talking eating sighing too, Now this game is nearly through. Soon it's home for dad and me, To watch the replay on T.V. Samantha Michalak (Ardens)
rm Free Flying so high With the clouds in the sky The world seems so small Like a blue and green ball There goes a plane Flying again r m Free Drifting away Its a beautiful day The air is so clear The cloud's like a smear The wind is so still Here of my own will r m Free The winter has come Gone is the sun The trees are asleep The moon starts to peep The comets weave Its time to leave r m Free Kathryn O'Neill (Ardens)
The Circus I like going to the circus and seeing the zig zag clown He wears a big top hat upon his head and juggles all the time. I really like him a lot I laugh a lot at the funny looking elephant the pretty ballet dancer and the lion who never cries. I like to see the pretty horse jump through the hoop. Then I go home and have some dinner and off to bed. Kate Michalak (Ardens)
I am a Ship's Cat I am a cat and I live on a ship. I was picked up by the pound and they took me to Italy and England. They fed me a lot and I became seasick I like the ship but it is bumpy and that is why I became seasick I like visiting the ports at England. We saw the Queen and then I was fed and I was glad. I go to sleep on the ship. There was another cat on the ship and I played with her. She was nice to me. Natalie Grace (Ardens)
The Wind The wind was very strong and I was scared and I couldn't sleep. My brother was also scared so we stayed up watching videos. There was rain too and I was still scared. Suddenly there was thunder roaring and the lightning flashed. The possums on the roof made us more scared. Karen Jackson (Ardens) Page 26
The Day of the Giant Crickets (Ardens) As I slept, I dreamt of people coming to Cricket Land. We had to get rid of them! I went back to my home and told the other crickets. All night long we were up trying to find out a way to get rid of them. We found a solution, a spray, a People Spray! We put it into a can. We found all the people and we sprayed. Unfortunately it did not work We tried again but the spray ran out. I raced back to the house and collected more. This time it worked. We were never troubled again by people. — Anna King, Rebecca Maddern
The Zoo We went to the zoo and saw the monkeys. The elephants like to play in the water. Rani Murphy
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Harris house is the best Harris house can beat the rest Harris house we're going to win Harris house is as tough as bins Harris house we are the best Harris house can kill the rest Harris house can knock you dead Harris house don't stay in bed Harris house we all rule Harris house boy we're cool Harris house we can run Harris house have lots of fun Harris house we don't cheat Harris house we're hard to beat Harris house are tops at sport Harris house we can dance on the floor Harris house we love Horatio Harris house we'll stay you know. Harris house we are trendy Harris house red is our name Harris house winning is our game Harris house we'll knock you dead 'Cos we are Harris and Harris is RED Wendy McCormack (Vice Capt Harris)
Clouds for Daydreamers One day I was sitting in my tree at home near the barbeque. Dad was cooking a barbeque then I looked up at the clouds and I started to dream. I was daydreaming about my friend's party that I was going to. Suddenly the wind changed and the smoke from the barbeque came towards me. It made me sneeze. Dad called out,lunch was ready. Kate Armstrong (Harris)
The Chocolate Cake
An Adventure One day I was playing in the garden when all of a sudden a gust of wind lifted me off the ground_ I went up so high I could almost reach a cloud. It was cold up in the sky because I was only wearing a shirt It was days and days before I saw land again so it was a surprise when all of a sudden I saw this strange, queer island The strangest thing happened. I landed on the most beautiful Island and that is where I stayed all my life. Fiona Bainbridge (Harris)
Revenge We came home from school. Mum was out and we had to let ourselves in I opened the door and locked it on my little sister. "Noni, let me in!" She started banging on the expensive red glass window. I was just opening the door when 'SMASH!' the glass window was broken! Then mum came home. Mum came in and sent us both to our rooms. It was five o'clock when our dad came home and boy was he mad. I had to go to bed without any tea and my sister Megan was allowed to stay up! I cried and mum told me that she couldn't do anything. If she did so much as say anything dad wouldn't even think about changing his mind. I eventually decided I would get back at my sister instead. I climbed out the window and slept on the couch until the middle of the night I woke up suddenly. It was very dark and very silent I thought I could go on with my plan now. I sat up, rubbed my eyes and yawned. Then I went outside and bobbed down in front of Megan's window. I started making spooky noises and tapped on the window softly. Megan woke up screaming with terror and mum raced in
The chocolate cake was delicious. I helped mother make the cake. The dogs liked it too. Georgina Low Harris
I ran back to my room and hopped into bed I found myself dozing off and slept until morning. Mum and dad never found out about it and they never wilL Noni Korobka (Harris)
Red (Harris)
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Red is the colour of the blazing sun Red is apples for everyone Red are the roses that bloom in Spring Red are redbreasts that sing, sing, sing Red are the ribbons that I like to wear Red is the colour of my teddy-bear Horatio's the mascot who cheers us along Harris is red and we're never wrong! — Chloe Alsop, Fiona Nelson, Lucy Thomson
If I were a sandwich I would sit on a plate and get ready to be eaten Then teeth would crunch me to bits. Then they would put me on the plate again and then I would get ready to be eaten again I felt awful and it felt awful going down his throat Kate Nelson (Harris)
Dogs The dogs ran up the hill and down the hill then they went somewhere. But! Where? Amy Repp (Hams) Page 27
Roslyn Roslyn Roslyn! Of course its the best Swimming running or singing we Lead the pack by a long way You have to admit its the best! Never loses! Terrifid Horrible? Never Exciting competitors Going for gold! Running Ever the best Aths., we win The result is obvious Everyone knows Super Roslyn is going To win!
A Frightening Experience
Eleanor Holmes (Roslyn)
Above the World As I glide along The wind is singing a song I'm above the sea Nothing can fly like me I can see the people down below They can't see me, I know Below I see a beach Now the young ones I must teach Although I could be many things I am a bird I am a hawk Renee Bufton (Roslyn)
The Bear The bear is a big thing. He is furry. We went to the zoo to see the bears. Alison Evans (Roslyn)
Clouds For Daydreamers One Tuesday at school we were doing mathematics. There was a rainbow outside. I did not like mathematics so I looked out the window. The rainbow reminded me of the waterfall where Mum, Dad and I were going. Then Natalie asked me where the rubber was. I jumped up and started hurrying to be finished. Olivia Romet (Roslyn)
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The Wind The wind blows the trees And some leaves fall off. The wind is caught And then you can hear the sh sh sh! I hear the wind And it swishes the trees, Round and round. Natalya Morgan (Roslyn)
One day I was working on a potion in my laboratory. The potion was to make things smaller. My cat "Pussy' was sitting in the chair beside me — he was sitting there watching me just staring All of a sudden he jumped at me. I fell over and spilt the potion on myself. I shrunk to the size of a mouse and in fact I think "Pussy" thought I was a mouse because he started chasing me. "Help!" I screamed. Suddenly I could feel hot air on me. I turned around and saw" Pussy' staring at me. There was a pencil on the ground on the other side of the desk. It was twice the size of me, I ran to it and picked it up. I pokey the cat in the eye with it then" Pussy' grew mad he put his paw on me, I could feel myself being squashed. "Squish, Squash, I was dead". Pippi Ainsworth (Roslyn)
Of course its the best Swimming running or singing we, Lead the pack by a long way You have to admit its the best Never loses!
My Life (Roslyn) "Ouch! Don't push me like that, you're hurting me!" Mrs. Ross was putting me into the soil. I was deep down in the soil when I felt a small trickle of water coming down. Mrs. Ross was watering me. I felt fresh and clean and even grew a little bit bigger! One warm sunny morning I opened my eyes and I saw that I had grown a bud. I swayed for joy. A few days later my bud opened up and I was a beautiful blue polyanther. — Kate Walker
Robb Purple
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Purple is a colour for violets so nice Purple is a colour for passionfruit slice Purple is for Robb, we couldn't be neater And purple is the colour for our Purple People — Eater!
EXCITING RUNWAY ORBIT
— Amy Sanders, Carrie Gage
PILOT
My Favourite Things Bright shining hot sun And twinkling bright stars, Running and jumping, And playing on high bars Birds fly up and down Flapping their wings, These are a few of my favourite things. Fluffy cute kittens And kiwi fruit with cream, Night time is peaceful And not such a big scream, Rivers and lakes and lots, And lots of springs, These are a few of my favourite things.
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The Zoo One day we went to the zoo. We saw the elephants then we had a picnic. I had an icy-pole Kate Spurling (Robb)
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The Snow One day we went to the snow. We played with the snow. We like to play in the snow. Zara Mahoney (Robb)
If I were a Sandwich I would be scared because I get eaten Dogs also eat me. But I hate people most and here comes a person to eat me, which I hate. Stop! Stop! Amy McBride (Robb)
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Wombats in their caves Sleep as Winter approaches Soon it will be Spring Kirsty Cossor (Robb)
Bogged' On Tuesday the 28th of December, Miss Sarah Nadorp and her sister Prue went to hire a tandem and were in a little bit of trouble. They were going to get bogged. There was a big lump of sand in front of them. They kept riding and tried to go up and over the pile but they got bogged, oh no! They fell over sideways off the hill Fortunately they were not hurt They returned home safely and it was time to take the tandem back Melanie O'Meard reporting. Sarah Nadorp (Robb)
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One day I wanted to go diving. I couldn't wait until I went. I woke up and said to myself. "Well today I will go diving." What fun. Dad is coming too. " Dad! T m in my suit Lets go Dad." "0. K come on here." " r m in" " T m in too. Its cool under here. Help! There's a shark Swim for your life. Hurry! Hurry! Hurry! Quick there is a shark" " I can see the jetty. We're safe now. Isn't that good? Where's our jeep. Someone has stolen it How are we going to get home Dad?" " I don't know. I suppose we can just stay here." Emily Klopper (Venters)
Adventures in Lolly Land One day very early in the morning I arose out of bed and walked to the airport I asked if I could borrow an aeroplane. Off I went flying over the hills, over the trees. Soon it crashed and crashed. Luckily for me I didn't hurt myself. After a minute or two the aeroplane had turned into lollies. I walked everywhere and I saw lollies. There were lolly trees. I wanted to eat some of the lollies but it was getting dark so I tried to find the aeroplane but I couldn't find it I therefore had to sleep in Lolly Land. Elisabeth Viggers (Venters)
I Like Cats Cats are my favourite pet They are cuddly. My cat does not like to have a bath Catherine Viggers
If I Were a Sandwich I would grow little feet and I would walk to the fridge and I would stay there until three weeks had gone past Then after three weeks had gone past I would be smelly. In the morning the boy came home because he had a meeting at school and he came home and he ate his sandwich. It was smelly and he couldn't eat it. Then he went to bed. Sarah Metcalf (Venters)
An Eagle's Drift It was a beautiful sunset at the beach. There's a strong current Not a soul to be seen The eagle is standing on a cliff getting ready to drift away to his shelter for the night He tucks his legs into his soft feathers and flaps his wings. He's gliding up in the sky not knowing where he's going to shelter for the night He doesn't know, maybe he'll sleep in a tree, in a cave, and maybe just between rocks near the sea There's a cliff over there. That's where he'll sleep. He flew over, suddenly, a strong sea breeze blew. He collided into the cliff, fell down, stunned on the ground. I stood up flew into the sunset Justine Moodie (Venters) Page 32
It's the end of maths week It really is great I don't have to learn my tables Especially my eights It really gets to me But I also know If we did not have it Where would the world go! Sarah Pritchard (Venters)
Halloween (Venters) Tonight is Halloween, The people hear a scream Then people shout "There are witches, gremlins and ghosts about!" Tonight is Halloween. — Janet Metcalf
Lawson Horror Hotpot 1 cup of green slime 1 bat egg 8 snails 5 cups full of dust
. My Favourite Things Ice-cream and pizza with ham and salami, Soft blowing weather that s warmish and balmy, Parties and presents and gossamer wings, These are a few of my favourite things. Butterflies, bluebirds and going out shopping, Open fires, marshmallows and Christmas stockings. Mary and Joseph and Jesus and Kings. These are a few of my favourite things. Snoopy and Charlie and Lucie in 'Peanuts', Bushwalking, touring and staying in barkhuts. Playing monopoly, hookey with rings, These ,are a few of my favourite things. When the rain falls, When the wind blows, When I have to frown, I simply remember my favourite things, And I don't have to frown! Nerissa Kamp (Lawson)
The Wind
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Place slime in pot and add frog spawn Beat until foamy. Break bat egg into mixture followed by chopped flies. Place snails on floor and squash with dust Using a spade, scoop into pot Lastly add cobwebs and simmer slowly. Kristen Murphy (Lawson)
Flight One hot scorching day on the 17th of December 1903, Orville and Wilbur Wright flew the first ever plane for twelve seconds. It was the moment of their life and a place in the world's history. In 1984 the first ever hornet was flown over Australia It can fly at a speed faster than any living thing, and travel faster than sound. Now hasn't the world came on since 1903. Who knows what the future will bring for us? Cassie Stephens (Lawson)
The Rocket My toy rockets fly in the sky and they have batteries in them to make them go. Jessica Parsons (Lawson)
Mr. Wind, comes out on a windy day, He blows about everywhere on a Winter's day. I would like to go up his way, One day when I may. Elspeth Martini (Lawson)
Oscar (Lawson) Oscar the green, who lived in a can Kept cheering for Lawson He needed a fan! He ran in the sports And he fought for his team He came to the finishing line Maybe next time! Success? — Penny Bate, Kirsty Harrison, Kellie Plunkett, Annabelle Senior.
Clouds for Daydreamers One day I was sitting in the park It was a beautiful day. I was thinking about a party. I started to daydream. Suddenly mum tapped me on the shoulder and I fell off the seat Ruth Langford (Lawson)
Clouds for Daydreamers When I daydream. One morning I woke up and went to school I was doing some mathematics and when I finished, I started to daydream. I was daydreaming about going to heaven I saw God and he talked to me. He said, "Hello". And then I woke up. Everyone had gone home. I had to ring mum on the telephone. She came to pick me up and we went home to have something to eat Andrea Harrison (Lawson)
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"The Colour Purple" This year Morongo has gained a sixth House. Welcome to Robb!
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Ardens House To a newly elected and very nervous Ardens House Captain, the 1986 Ardens House Outing truly proved to be a test of my practically nonexistent organisational skills. However, for the first time in a few years, the sun actually shone and we managed to get out of the school and down to Stead Park for our 'finger lick'n good' lunch followed by an afternoon of roller skating. Thanks to the, then, Year 11's who helped to make the afternoon run smoothly, though I think we all got a shock when the man at Kentucky Fried Chicken wanted to give us an extra 200 pieces of chicken!!! In our first weeks back at school this year, I noticed that many Ardenites had actively engaged in a good deal of sunbaking over the holidays in preparation for the swimming sports Whilst we may have looked like great Aussie sun bronzed swimmers, it unfortunately did not gain us first place However we came in 4th overall, which out of six houses was a fantastic effort Some great individual performances were made by Trudi Knight (U/16 Champion) and Kathryn Grundell (equal runner up U/12). What seemed an incredibly quick change of scene took us 'trackside' to the 1987 Morongo Interhouse Athletics. In what proved to be a very close competition, Ardens was narrowly defeated by Robb and Roslyn to come 3rd overall. Andrea Smith and Meredith lzon were equal runners up in the U/17's age group, and two of Ardens many talented juniors were runners up also — Jane Cameron in U/13's and Kathryn Grundell in U/12's The next major event on the agenda was, of course, the Music Competitions. The star-studded cast and choir of Ardens proved themselves to be truly' Legendary People' as we sang and acted our way from Jesus Christ to Marylin Monroe Despite the fact that everybody aged considerably in the very short and hectic 3 weeks of rehearsal, all houses, with a variety of interesting themes produced excellent performances which was reflected in the close final scores Congratulations to Venters who came first and of course to Ardens who were fantastic for the whole three weeks. We might have come fourth but we had a lot of fun. Thanks to the leadership of Leonie Skewes, Nicole Graham and Chief Director, Roz Hawkins. House Sport, of course, kept everybody fit(?!), and active throughout the year with Ardens showing remarkable skills in both Volleyball and Basketball, gaining us the House Cup in each case Stamps, too, seemed to be in our line of success. Thanks to all students and staff who contributed to our winning total. Page 36
Well, the year has been an interesting and rewarding one for Ardens and for me in particular. Though my organisational skills have been improved slightly, the year would not have gone as well as it did were it not for the more organized and continual help from the Year1 2's and staff of Ardens But of course the best thing about Ardens is the house itself — theVre a great bunch of people with alot going for them!! Thanks for everything, have fun and best of luck for the future
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Harris House Report Ode to Harris '87 "Low aim" we know is our greatest shame, So we try our best to achieve our aims. Harris has pulled to the best We've helped each other to reach our quest
Red cakes and lollies were our partVs fare. Our success we celebrated and praise we shared. Not a crumb was left upon the plates. No wonder to classes we were late.
Our house picnic set off to the Fort Chicken pieces and salads all were brought We lost the tug of war that day, But it was great fun, or so they say.
Our chants and competitions produced results. Like Seaton's shoe size, learned by default Assemblies then a riot became, When Harrisites their chants proclaimed.
At the swimming sports we thought we'd succeed. Out came our flippers to help us with speed. Maree tried her heart out and races were won. Others swam valiantly; they really were done.
The athletics came Kate, took the cup. The competition really was quite tough We ran and jumped, sped down the track We came in fifth, no enthusiasm did we lack
The stamp collection was all in vain. Counting stamps was quite a pain. We tried to raise the highest score, But just could not collect anymore.
So two new bears joined the house. Harriet, Hamish as small as a mouse. Horatio now was not lonely you see, Because house mascots, now numbered three Second term results were soon announced: Equal first was then pronounced, Our excitement we could not contain We hoped our status we'd maintain. To Mexico our house we took The hall resounded, it almost shook "La Cucaracha" music was over refrain. Singing at practice, we went insane. The fun and laughter was shared by all. Without a doubt we had a ball. Gezza played with gusto extreme We didn't win, but set the scene To all the helpers I've had this year: Certainly you deserve a special cheer. All members of the house have been. Prepared to give, to make a team. Special thanks to the year 12 crew. To Mr. Seaton and the house staff too. TheVve made my year a special one, And now I know my work is done. Now my office nears to an end. Best wishes to Sue Freeman I wish to send. To have served the house I am glad. May the new captain have the fun I've had. Best of luck for '88.
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Lawson House Report 1987, had a spontaneous beginning for Lawson House as on the first day back the swimming trials had to be organised. I conducted an impromtu House Assembly and the year got underway.... The Norlane Pool echoed with Lawson House cheers and bright green ribbons, skirts, socks and hats paraded on the day of the Swimming Sports. Our swimmers were cheered on enthusiastically at the finish line and we overall gained fifth place, with great efforts from Lisa Stevenson (U/16) who was Runner-Up and Natalie Strijder who was Champion of her age group. Apart from the annual events of Term 1, Lawson also held a very successful chocolate drive. This was to raise money for a new mascot, to replace old, matted Oscar and for our Social Service Effort After a couple of weeks of selling chocolates to all our friends and family we raised $663.52.
Lawson girls were able to work off all the chocolates they had eaten in the Athletic Sports held on the last day of term. Fortunately this year it did not rain and the sports went on as scheduled, at least but unfortunately the skill of the other five houses was too much for our athletes and we were placed sixth. Special congratulations however, must go to Teri Carnell (17/0) who came runner-up in her age group. Term 11 was quiet for Lawson but the year 12's and I were busy planning our theme of the "Wild West" for the Music Competitions When we returned in Term Ill music practices began immediately. All houses frantically rehearsed for three short weeks but despite the great time and effort put in by most Lawson girls we obtained a very close sixth. My dearest thanks to Narelle Lentini for her accompaniment on the piano, Kerry-Anne Cook, who helped with the music (when we couldn't get that timing right!), to Fiona Swan and Anna Thomson for writing and directing our play and Teri Carnell for the lighting. The stamp competition, which had been running all year, concluded in Term Ill and Lawson was placed 3rd. Fantastic efforts came from Danielle Taylor (2443), Jodie-Anne Arklay (3392) and Erica Webber (4990); thanks also, Nat Freeburn and Teri Carnell, for collecting the thousands each week There was also an inter-house bottle competition, in Term Ill, for Open Day, for which Lawson brought forty-two bottles and came second This year the Lawson motto, "To strive, to seek, to find and not to yield", has been particularly appropriate. We tried our best and put in as much effort as we could in every activity; although we did not achieve high placings in the competitions and sports, it is great to see that a group of seventy people can stick together through the good times and the bad. Very special thanks to the House Committee and to the House Staff who helped greatly in keeping Lawson House together this year. Remeber, Lawson, to keep up your House Spirit and put in a great effort next year! All the best
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Robb House There was movement at Morongo, for the word had passed around That a new house had been installed, It would join the other houses, and with zest it would abound With a purple colour, Robb House it would be called. Many girls from other houses, joined the crazy bunch. For a challenge in them it seemed to excite Some thought a purple mascot would be the final crunch But the Robbites thought the People Eater right There was Roslyn, took the lead, when they won the swimming cup. But Robb leapt out the pool in second place, It was a great start to the season, and we were never short of luck With smiles and smirks we showed everyone our pace Jodie Cossor and Sarah Lewis kept powering through the pool, Robb's individual champions showing their knack, Winning Junior& Intermediate trophies, we made the others drool And our cheer squad was ready to hit the track At the Athletics Carnival, fine sportsmanship was seen As Robbites ran forward in good stead, Winning all the way, in second place we were not so keen For in the final race Roslyn had stepped ahead. But with the Intermediate and Junior trophies, we were quite content And many individual championships were won. Monica and Fleur used their skills to its fullest extent For Maisie and Alina the season had only begun. The Music comp's drew near and 'Peace' was our theme The Musicians said "Those songs will have to do" So perfectly our singing and drama, we really started to boom, With Pippy and Eliza accompanying us too. Emma Ferris was the one who excelled on the day And the standard of performance was very high. We gained another second place and felt like we were over in LA, But at the adjudicator everyone seemed to sigh. Many othter activities have been carried out this year, With stamps, sport and social service too. We tried our very hardest and pulled Robb into gear, Page 42
With bottle comp's and fetes being nothing new. And the form rep's having done a very responsible deed. They all should be committed for their backing. Yet the staff and other students pitched in when there was a need. And Rach the house photographers' wasn't lacking. (see photo's) Well, Robb's first and founding year is drawing to a close And with lots of happy memories I'll depart For the fantastic bunch of 6th formers your help, kept me on my toes Good luck next year for a successful start To Jenny Shand, also, best of luck next year. You are sure to lead Robb to victory I'll be looking forward to hear that1 st place cheer Keep up that spirit and make them go down in History. Down in the canteen House Assemblies occur Jam Donuts torment many tummies The air smells of food which gives them a stir But they miss out completely on their yummies. And where the year 12's sit looking bored Thinking about their essays that are a mess The 1 st Birthday of the Robbites is household knowledge today And the other girls tell tales of their success ** "THIS I DEFEND" **
Congratulations to all the other Houses and House Captains for a terrific year in House competition. Best of luck next year and for the future Robbites.
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Roslyn House Oh my!!! How we dreaded the arrival of the lunchtime music competition practices! After some confusion over the theme a unanimous vote was taken in favour of "Heaven and Hell". With Libby in charge my job was easy(' sat back and put all the bills for broken windows on to the House account!). The Roslyn voices were...um....well...unique and you might say, showed variation? Especially those girls who positioned themselves between alto and soprano and managed to hit both notes on the same word!!! Our voices did improve as did our acting. Special thanks must go to Libby and everyone who helped with the performance. Also a special mention to the small group who scored a fantastic 30/30 for singing "Hells Bells". Overall Roslyn came equal 4th with Ardens Well done. Roslyn's disease, a lack of used postage stamps, seemed to be cured after a few nursery rhymes were administered to the worst sutterers, and we were placed 4th in the competition with over 42 thousand stamps A good effort by all and by Melinda for counting them all.
"Wow, what a house!" Roslyn's house spirit was high right from the first day of 1987, and it has remained high throughout the year. With the introduction of the new house, Robb, Roslyn was ready to start,up to the tough competition they, and the other houses, gave at the swimming sports. With many good swimmers in the house, voices and spirits were high as we swam, dived and cheered down at Norlane. It was light blue all the way with the best house coming out on top. Congratulations to all those girls who received individual championships both in Roslyn and other houses Soon after the swimming sports Roslyn had to prove themselves yet again as being the best house in the school. The athletics sports were held with Roslyn full of enthusiasm after their brilliant win in the pool. With both old and new songs and war cries being sung, Roslyn's voice was in full volume. Once again congratulations to individual champions and to the best house for winning overall by 11 points to Robb. Page 44
Without much warning the bottle competition came and went Unfortunately Roslyn was not big on bottles this year and came through with a total of 11 which gained us 6th place. Oh well, you can't win them all!! Early in the year Roslyn held various activities to help raise money for social service. A fete; a trail of copper coins and a car wash exclusive to staff members was held. The grand total raised was over $100, which went to the Geelong Hospital cancer research section. Thank you to all those who helped and to Cheryl who did most of the organizing. During the year the Roslynites have sat through House Assemblies, heard me whinge about the state of the notice board (we even took a tour down there one week), competed in House Sport (with some brilliant results) practised war cries, joked, laughed, talked, eaten, and even practised sit-ups (thanks Year 1 Vs)! Well, it certainly has been a year full of action for Roslyn. I'd like to thank everyone who helped organize competitions, encouraged and supported the house, and wish everyone in Roslyn all the best next year. 'Roslyn's such a happy house', (Kim's quote), and remember Roslynites, you're in the BEST HOUSE IN THE SCHOOL— LOOK AFTER IT!! Good Luck
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How will we ever forget the 1987 Music competitions? Venters sang their way to the top of the charts with Supertramp's Logical Song. Virginia mastered the art of conducting the radical youth and Nick admirably helped produce our high rating drama, which seemed to catch a few laughs from the audience as well as the adjudicator. The small group didn't need to make a change to their performance for it turned out almost perfectly, gaining 29 out of the possible 30 points. It was a fantastic day with Venters coming a mighty first The day of the athletics carnival was almost sunny. Venters sat at the beginning of the track, eagerly encouraging other `Venterites'. As well as doing the normal things you do in an athletic carnival such as jumping sprinting and collapsing Venters was a fantastic high-spirited suportive house. They successfully managed to stay behind the role (which was very important) and certainly cheered the loudest and hardest Well done to Ilsa Kuiper and Vicki Hedley who both ran the rabbits to become victorious Venterites. Venters narrowly missed getting first place by 19 points, gaining 7th place overall.
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Way back in February, Venters entered the water in assorted ways, many like dolphins, whales, octopuses and other like fishes and crabs. They all however, tried their hardest Without the organizational skills of the staff and Venters year 12's, we may not have done as well as we did. Again the support was great from those who were cheering from the edge. Claire Wookey and Vicki Hedley must be congratulated for their great performance. During the year, we collected many bottles and stamps, sold cakes at the cake stalls and tried to organize busking in the quadrangle (this didn't ever eventuate but it was a great idea). All of these activities, although minor, play a large part in the end of year tally. I'm sure Venters will do extremely well. This year has gone extremely quickly and I'd like to thank every single person in Venters for their continued support Good luck for the future and remember you are 'Victorious Venters'.
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The Literary Section of the Lucernian
Confinement The droning was constant The only variation was produced by the dipping, gliding and soaring motion. I could feel myself swaying with the movement and my head was giddy. It was exhilarating; the patchwork of fields and forests would become smaller, then larger, and the sky was a clear, rich blue as the droning went on.
I knew that by later tonight, the cicades would be rubbing their wings together, telling us that the heat of the day had not yet faded with the sunlight When the cicades would finally cease their hollow call, the sound of the waves breaking on the shore would encompass the early morning. The sounds were often more intense than the sight itself.
Suddenly, I could feel panic rising in and through my body. My stomach was in my head as we soared downward. I knew that this was it. Nothing could be worse than counting those last eternal seconds and watching death come closer and closer. I closed my eyes tight and jumped.
H. Smurthwaite
When I opened my eyes there was a blur of the familiar pink wallpaper and the white ceiling of my bedroom. I felt hot and flustered for a few moments longer until it dawned on me that this was definitely not heaven. My eyes focused on a small black spider that was slowly edging its way around the cornice. I hoped to God that it would not drop, as I have a phobia about falling things. I could still feel the warm tingling of knowing that I was safe and secure, all snuggled into my doona, and I had to smile at how complete my reaction of panic had been to the imagined life-and-death situation. The little drops of sweat that had slowly formed in the creases of my body felt like icicles making me shiver. Outside I could hear the distant moaning of a bi-plane. A lawn mower started up in the distance and bright light was penetrating my pale pink curtains. These are three of the constituents of a perfect summer's day. I could easily imagine the clear skies, the light wind, not too hot The type of weather that enables one to undertaken common summer pursuits like lawn mowing. I tried to remember how long it had been since I last got out of bed by myself. I was old yet I felt so young. The window was such a small view of the world and I had barely seen beyond it s limitations. I am twenty-six. This is old considering my death is just around the corner. The bi- plane had returned and I could hear the changing tone of it s moan as it once again swayed and dipped it s way through the sky. I wondered who would open my curtains for me this morning? My spider was still gracefully edging his way around the cornice of my ceiling. I was amazed at his agility. Each hairy leg carefully placed in it s correct position. Here I lay, paralysed from polio, jealous of an ugly spider. The door opened and my mother walked to the windows and drew the curtains while singing her usual 'Good morning' song. 'Oh what a beautiful morning....'
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Where Where the sun shines Through the window Everyday. Where the wind sighs Softly whispering In our ears. In a closed room Without a window. Never sunshine Nor gentle breezes Softly drying tears away; Where the grass bends Where the trees sway With the breeze. Where there's never Nasty shadows Far, far away. Not where we are Always in darkness Everyday we wake, to rise. Never sunshine Only darkness All our lives. Melinda-Jane Rosenberg Yr. 12
Janey Nervously, Janey walked through the gate, clutching her mother's hand. "There, there darling it's only your first day. I'm sure you'll make lots of friends!" It was Janey Peter's first day at kindergarten. All through the holidays she has been aching to begin, now she wasn't so sure. The teacher took the group of excited children around the centre, showing them where to hang their coats, indicating the bathroom and the play-house. Miserably Janey followed at a distance, keeping away from the noisy group. At lunchtime, she sat by herself in a corner and nibbled her special 'big day' lunch her mother had prepared, with all her favorite foods. Looking around, Janey saw a girl sitting alone across the other side of the room. At playtime, Janey sidled up to her and timidly asked her name. "Veronica", the girl's face brightened. "My name's Janey" said Janey. "ON' Veronica went back to munching on her sandwich. Dejected Janey decided to go to the bathroom. As she was washing her hands, Janey heard a quiet voice behind her. "Janey? Can you help me please? I can't find the door". "What?" thought Janey. "That's a bit odd", she turned around to see Veronica groping for the door handle. "Janey? Are you still there?" "Of course I am!" said Janey, opening the door for her new, blind friend. Kate Booth Yr. 7
Golf
A Rotten Day It was a brilliant day, with the sun streaming down. It was one of those days you were thankful you were alive. Two children squabbled about a ball game on the pavement, each tugging the ball this way and that. I was late again for work as I rushed down the pavement. With half my breakfast smeared down my front, I smiled as the children who'd been playing scrambled out of my way. Slamming the car door behind me, I rummaged through my handbag, searching for my keys. Being unsuccessful, I dashed out of the car into my house. As I raced back to the car, I noticed the children yelling. They were arguing in one of those silly sibling fights we all used to have. One was yelling at the other to get the ball. The girl agreed to fetch it from the other side of the road. By now I was in my car and had started the engine. I was checking for traffic approaching when I spotted a car looming over the rise. While waiting for it to pass, I realized the young girl was still crossing the road. Yelling a word of warning. I screamed "Watch it!". Distracted, she stopped abruptly. "Oh, dear God, no!" I thought, flinging my door open. I called to the girl again. She was confused. "GeL out of the way!" I cried. Meanwhile, the car was nearly on top of her. The driver seemed blind, ignorant of the world around him. Why wouldn't he stop? She must have felt like a fly on the back of an elephant to the driver. He just kept going. Her limp little body lay crumpled on the tarmac. My body was frozen, in shock. The boy rushed to her side. My legs took faltering steps as I walked to her. I glanced at her lifeless body. I felt sickly. His eyes met mine as I glanced at him. "She's dead, is she?" he asked.
The morning is fresh and cool. The golfers are rubbing their hands to keep Warm on this fresh dewy morning before they hit off at the first tee. The sun is low in the sky and the players are squinting their eyes to see their balls as they zoom off into the distance. The heads of the clubs feel cold and wet when they are put back into the bag. The grass is very moist from the dew. The golfers' polished shoes glisten from the moisture picked up from the wet grass. The track from the ball can be seen on the wet green as the ball rolls towards the hole.
"I don't know". What a way to spoil a day, I thought as the ambulance pulled away. I consoled two grief-stricken parents before I drove to work, over an hour late, but not caring a scrap for such trivialities. Sally Fisher Yr. 9
Kate Russell Yr. 9
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The Mudlark Suddenly, as I work with my History Students, I look up to catch his gaze, bright- eyed, compelling As he stands there on the veranda outside our room. Nattily feathered in black and white, beak gleaming His body perched perilously on stem-like legs. He treads the platform like a trouper, confident of acclaim. His feet tread out a measure along the wooden stage. Acquisitively he stabs his beak between the slats for crumbs, Then abruptly attacks the glass, crashing its inflexibility. Does he flail at the glass because it is a barrier`? The symbol of our separation, the wall between our kingdoms, Or does he only see mirror images of threatening strangers? Does he envy us our controlled conditions, our security? (No wayward elements to battle, no fledgling's gaping maw, No owl stationed in Library pines, pondering meal- times!) Would he, perhaps, perch easily on chair- back among us, Listening head cocked, to talk of gold- mining colonists, The French Revolution, other affairs of men and time?
The Destroyer The stormy sky corrupted with darkness shuddered and thundered with fits of irrepresible fury as the grotesque hag circled the coal black couldron. Her appearance resembled that of a fat black spider, ominous and evil, shrouded in a grey web of shawL Her eyes like polished pebbles stared stonily into the wrathful skies as they roared again, infuriated by her black hearted sorcery. Hot white tongues of lightning flicked from behind the clouds and slashed the sky in two, while the sullen grey dome released its malevolent tears. Suddenly the roof of hell quietened and became sulky, a young child reluctantly subsiding after a temper tantrum.
To and fro he parades, arrogantly compelling our attention, Keeping us mindful of other words, other demands. He holds the stage, and briefly we defer to his command.
The curses of the disfigured witch rattled in her dusty throat as she looked above her and crawled to the diminishing fire, seeking warmth, though no fire could melt the ice that encased her chilled heart
With swift resolution the show is over and he, Wings spread, darts off into the sunshine. How bleak and empty it seems, now that he is gone! U. Trigg
Presently the rain ceased and she relit the fire under the cauldron, slowly stirring its vile contents. The things in the vast pot bubbled and hissed, thin ribbons of smoke winding their way out of the cauldron The crone cackled as a blue spark leapt out of the boiling water and became a dancing flame of blood, twisting leaping flaring its primitive beauty.
The Sea Calm, peaceful but moving Rustling and noisy Wet, sandy Salty and bitter Refreshing, soft and cool. The SEA! Caroline Millard Yr. 8
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"You!" cried the sorceress throwing her arms out wide. " You are my creation I have conceived you, given you life and you will replay me by becoming the dark side of man's mind, the evil part of his mechanism. I name you — the destroyer! Go now and infect with your evil those who walk this earth." As the horrifying scene took place the moon set in the sky like a pearl on indigo velvet, wept a silver tear and the stars, paused in their twinkling became dull beacons in the sky. A copse of weeping willows gathered near the contaminated site swaying with silence grief and the dreadful knowledge of what was to come. Melissa Sumner Year 10
T. V. Addict The cold air froze my toes as I ran around the corner of my street lugging my heavy bag. I whizzed up our front path and held my finger on the door bell. My sister opened the door and in a split second was in the living room again. The air inside was warm and smelled of food. I dumped my bag on the floor and skipped into the living room. 'I Dream of Jeannie' was on the T.V. "How long's this been on?" I demanded, flopping in a bean bag, staring at the TV screen. "Not long, so don't panic", my sister answered. Just as I was starting to get the drift of the story my golden labrador ran into the room and licked my face. "Get lost, Goldy," I shouted, kicking my legs, trying to get up and watch Jeannie change her master into a frog. Goldy wouldn't get off me so I gave one almighty kick and accidentally got the TV. The sounds of voices stopped, the TV screen went grey and everyone was silent. "Oh Lizzie!" my sister groaned. "It's not broken", I said, casually lifting myself out of the bean bag and switching the knob on the TV. As soon as I found the TV wouldn't go I called mum. "What is it?" she yelled, rushing in. "The TV's broken", I sobbed. "Oh, that's all", mum said with a sigh of relief. "That's all?" I yelled "That's the TV that's brokenr. "Dad'll fix it',' mus said cheerfully and walked off. "Oh well!" my sister chirped and skipped off. How could anyone just say, "Oh well;' when the TV had broken? I just had to make do with the radio since our neighbours didn't have a TV. I turned the radio on and shut my eyes. I tried to think of a matching music video but it just wasn't the same.
My Dad had been sitting at the table not noticing what was going on. "Dear, I really think we need a telly", he said absently. I stopped and turned around. "This new paper boy doesn't know what papers we get and I need to catch up on the news" he said, frowning. My face had a ginormous smile on it. I ran over and hugged Dad. "Are we really getting a TV?" I asked. "Yes", Dad said. The next day when I got home from school I flopped down into a bean bag to see the start of a 'Bugs Bunny' cartoon. My sister smiled at me. I smiled back. Clare Oataway Yr. 7
How To Drive Your Mother Crazy In 6 Easy Lessons LESSON NUMBER 1: When your mother asks you to put in the eggs for the cake put rotten eggs in or put the whole egg in, shell and an LESSON NUMBER 2: When your mother says ' clean up your room' say ' something s been stolen and the cops said not to touch anything so they can check for fingerprints.' LESSON NUMBER 3: When your mother tells you to put your skateboard or roller skates away say' dad has to fix it and said to leave it where it is.'
In the morning I tried to trick mum that I was dying of TV withdrawal. "Stop it, Lizzie. Get out of bed and have breakfast!" she snapped, pulling my bed clothes off me. I suffered every morning because I couldn't have my daily requirement of 'He Man' and 'Bugs Bunny'. I suffered every night too, because I used to look forward to coming home after a day at school and relaxing in a bean bag watching 'The Brady Bunch' and 'I Drean of Jeannie'.
LESSON NUMBER 4: Belt your brother or sister up. And when they tell on you. say "I would' nt do that your know I'm a little angel."
Mum and dad weren't very sympathetic; they just laughed when I said I needed my daily TV requirement. So one day I went to Grandmas to watch her telly. But she refused to watch anything but 'Perfect Match'. At least that was better than nothing. My sister didn't suffer very much from not having any telly. "Nobody understands!" I muttered to myself, one day. "I really wanted to see what happened to Jeannie when she " "For the last time BE QUIET!" Mum yelled, losing her temper and stamping her foot. "I need TV", I sobbed, walking off.
LESSON NUMBER 6: Say you're sick to get a day off school and if she asks if she should take you to the doctor say ' no', and when your friends come home, sneak out and play with them.
LESSON NUMBER 5: Play loud music in the middle of the night and wake her up. (But make sure your dad isn't home or you might get in big trouble.)
IMPORTANT NOTICE By then your mother should have hit the roof but beware— death will be close. Rebekah Wilton Year 7
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The Yard The yard was rambling and untidy, looking something like an abandoned auto wreckers. Jutting out from beneath a blue tarpaulin were oddly shaped pieces of metal, actually parts of some four or five aeroplane engines Near the gate sat an old decapitated army tank accumulating rust and cobwebs Some old stables, now a shed, housed an infinite variety of spare parts for every form of machinery ever invented, which spilled out the doors onto the unkempt grass Apart from this, there were some other bits and pieces strewn around the yard— one or two old cars, an aluminium punt and even a couple of broken aeroplane wings In the centre of the yard, a newly polished engine hung in mid air suspended from a secure steel frame. All evidence of rust and grime had disappeared from its metallic surface and it appeared almost like a carefully moulded sculpture, worthy of its elevated position The owner stood back a little gazing at it, pleased. With a boyish air of excitement he connected the leads, first to the battery, then to the magnificent machine before him. As the motor emitted a loud, pulsing, healthy roar, an obvious spark of delight lit the man's eyes, eyes that were turning a clouded blue in middle age. He was a tall, balding man in his late forties. His clothes were the typical work clothes of the fanner that he was, but with an inordinate amount of grease stains on them. His hands bore the markings of two environments; the palms were calloused and grease stained from the many hours spent handling machinery, the backs were burnt and weathered from the long hours of exposure to the sun while working a tractor. His face too showed signs of the weather in its ruddy complexion and deeply etched lines. Those on his forehead were from the all too frequent frowns, but the crows feet around his eyes had developed solely from his joys These crinkled now, as he surveyed the yard in search of another piece of equipment He had always had a passion for machinery of all kinds. Moving into the shed he glanced at a small, red sports car which he had partially reconstructed. He remembered with pride his first car— a gleaming metallic-blue Austin Healy. That had been in the mid-fifties but the beauty of the car and his pleasure in its ownership remained vivid in his rnind. His enjoyment had been shortened, however. Returning home to live on the farm, he'd had to opt for something more appropriate to farm life.
Still he had found it hard to deny his passion entirely. The occasional thrill of weekend racing in a second hand Holden had had. to suffice. He laughed as he recalled winning two races. Funnier still had been the expression on his mother' s face as she'd read the headline "YOUNG LANKY GRAZIER WINS TWO MAJOR RACES!" 'A rather incongruous title', he thought and an oddly reflective light appeared in his eyes and he smiled, a little sadly. He returned outside to the suspended engine and once again became pleasantly absorbed in its workings. " Damn!" He swore as he heard the sound of the telephone in the house. Aware of the fact that telephone calls were little more than sources of irritation, he strode grimly into the house. An abrupt ' Hello' expressed clearly his annoyance. Sinking into the chair he prepared to do verbal battle with whoever was calling. Within the first few seconds of conversation, a frown creased his brow and his mouth drew tight He had known it would be the farm. "Well, what I've been trying to do is..." He tried to explain his latest experiment with some land He leaned over towards the phone as though this movement would lend face to his argument On the roll top desk beside him were a chaotic pile of bills, farming notices and business letters, visible evidence of the frustrations of his life. Positioned on top of the desk, above this confusion, was a large, well- cared for aeroplane propellor. It was always the first thing noticed on coming through the front door. The farmer sank back in his chair again, listening now to whatever it was the caller was saying. He nodded his head and agreed resignedly to change his plans He scribbled something down on a scrap of paper and hung up. Standing up, a spark of anger was relit in his eyes, but it was anger at his own misdirected pursuits Disgustedly he looked down at the scrap of paper, then threw it onto the already cluttered desk Meredith Izon Year 12
Resurrection How incongruous, that I must bury these bulbs Darkly in the earth, before their light-gleam Explodes to illumine the grass in this place. Each globe sheds onion-skin flakes in my palm. I find myself disbelieving its potential to change, Metamorphose into those tender, groping shoots. Gently, inexorably, frail green thrusts upwards, Extends, burgeons, bursts into trumpets, Golden-flaring, blaring forth that again, life triumphs! U. Trigg
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The Fisherman Down thundered the surf, crashing onto the rugged shoreline. The rocks were pounded by its force as wave came after wave. The fisherman stood there, dwarfed by the rough ocean breakers. His bright orange waterproof was like a beacon in a storm. The salty spray drenched the old man's wrinkled face. His sou'wester diverted a stream of water down the hunched back. The line was bowed and a glimmer of excitement was shown on the weathered face. His hands grasped the rod harder, And he made sure of his tread on the slippery rocks. The waves were strong, Too strong for a withered old man, The fatal wave battered the rocks, Sweeping all that was there into the turmoil below. The treacherous ocean. Ingrid Player Yr. 9
Who Are The Bludgers? Or Are They Just Black? They build their skyscrapers, Like steel dozer constructions, Accentuating stratigraphy. One on the other. They breathe in the factory gravel, Yet more plans are translated into skyscrapers. Transport circling neverending. Follow the pointed fingers to a dark sky. And yet they call us bludgers. But we live simply and naturally. We hunt, cook and nurse our children with our bare hands Maybe that's why our hands and bodies are black. It was land when we used to live here; Not this jagged surface it is now. We don't need fancy buildings and machines to live. Born with instinct, we and our fathers, They call us bludgers. We don't need to waste money on buildings We don't even need money.
Trapped My eyes opened. A wooden wall stood in front of me, the full length of my body. I wasn't standing because my feet had no support Beneath me was another hard surface. I was trapped, boxed in Everything was dark My body felt stiff and cramped. I tried moving my leg forward, but it was stopped abruptly. The air was clammy and I could smell varnish, fresh varnish. There was just enough room to move my hands so I pushed hard against the board in front of me. It didn' t move an inch. I wiggled down so that my feet were resting on wood. Bracing myself against the two sides, I pushed Nothing moved. I strained my body in this way for some time, but I realised I couldn't escape. I was panic stricken I thought of the pocket knife that I always kept in my handbag. Maybe I could dig my way out Even though it would take an eternity, it was my only chance But then I realised that of course, I wouldn't have my damned handbag with me. I could hear my heart pounding. I was desperate to get out Perspiration dampened my face but there was no way to wipe my brow. I screamed in terror and frustration " Let me out.... someone, please, let me out...I'm not dead... FM NOT DEAD!" My screams were in vain but there was no alternative. I was breathing rapidly and my body shook uncontrollably. My head rolled from side to side. Why wouldn't somebody open the door and release me? My body suddenly relaxed; another door opened. I lay peacefully in an everlasting slumber. Kirsten Bishop Year 9
Tara Woodwiss Yr. 10
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Jogging For Joy? A new craze is sweeping the world. Everybody seems to be running. Where do these athletic creatures run? It does not matter. From where do these species emerge? Ask them the reason for this inexplicable physical (and mental) torture; the reply "to get fit". Well, I protest. Jogging is dangerous, annoying and down right tiring. The budding fanatics rise early to beat the morning rush. In the cold wind and dark they trot around parks, roads and on footpaths. Instead of lying content in bed dreaming of far-away times and places, they subject their bodies to physical hardship, believing such strenuous exercise will transform that middle-aged spread into an athletic abdomen.
Then there is the physical damage caused —the knee, that vital hinge that supports the leg, undergoes bone crunching pressures. The ankle suffers many twists and turns, testing the tendons to breaking point. From the hips through to the toes every bone suffers great forces, causing arthritis and rheumatism in later life, a common legacy of jogging. This trend may be growing, but so are its ills. But people will jog, run and sprint because they are masochists; others like me, who are not, do not. Felicity Morrison Yr. 12
Out on the streets they jog to and fro. The milkmen and garbage men are the only human beings who spot those rotund sweat factories, who run under cover of darkness for fear of embarrassment. Only the sleek and the swift are sighted in daylight, showing off their finely tuned bodies to those who sit slovenly in their motor cars. They run, they jump, they exercise in front of us more sophisticated beings attempting to force guilt upon us. But it is fruitless, we will not be transformed. Our symbol of freedom, of rebellion, is the motor car. The hazards of jogging are numerous. To obtain equipment you must confront 'pushy' salesmen keen to barter anything (including posters displaying this apparently impressive active sector) to those who have been brainwashed to believe fitness can be found just over the horizon, and all you have to do is jog to it. It is out on the footpath you meet the nasty evils of the fad sport. A dog dropping deposit here, an unobtrusive banana peel there; it all adds up to a smelly, slippery time. The dreaded smell that follows you indicates the truth — man has succumbed to the devlish plan of the dog kingdom. Alas, what about obstacles? Garbage men throw rubbish bins in your way, gates are left open and cars are parked precariously to upset the most ardent of joggers. Bruised shins and scarred knees are the tell-tale signs of joggers' misfortunes. Then there is the great Alsatian that barks at you from over the fence. After recovering from a minor heart attack, as well as a tremble of the bowels, you pick yourself up and travel on, cautious of the next high fence. Being a jogger is not advantageous for one's health. The jogger runs in the smog laden cities breathing in the deadly components of car emissions. A cough and a splutter from a semi-trailer's exhaust provides the jogger with a headful of carbon monoxide and nitrogen oxide fumes which also layers the lungs.
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Seasons It's a hard land, a dry land There's leather in her throat The sun's a ball of red up in the sky. There's always the impression Death drapes her like a coat As the strong survive and leave the weak to die. The grass is gone, weeks ago Now there's just sand from plain to plain, And still to feed six thousand sheep or more. The country's like a desert Obi For just one drop of rain, The windmill's broken down and there's no water in the bore. The land darkens, by the shadow Of the welcome cloud of rain, As it unleashes all its burden in a flood. The raindrops race towards the dust And fall upon the plain, Thus returning to her all her natural blood. From the ranges, the red ranges Far above the greening land, The wedge-tailed eagle swoops and gracefully glides. The drought had broken, now there's pasture Where the once vast bed of sand, Hid bleached bones where all the weak had died. Jenny Shand Year 11
The Parting Who Hath No Fury? It was the heat! The blazing heat which finally sparked it off. It being the long awaited release of my built- up anger. Why had he been so fake — so deceiving? He though I wouldn't ever know, couldn't ever find out He was wrong in thinking me so gullible. But I — huh! — I was right in questioning his pronounced undying love for me. I gazed icily into his sea- green pools and tore him apart by excuse by excuse by excuse. The dormant truth finally erupted as a result of the pressure I was mounting within his tortured mind. He had been unfaithful. He had lied. He broke the bond with just one stretch of the band which had held us together. For What) — I ask, I demand! No answer bravely came forward. Instead we were enveloped by a deadly silence. Communication let us down And I'm left in the ashes. It was my fiery scorn which did it It being the loneliness my heated fury has led me to. Mary-Anne Bellairs Year 11
Youth And Age Youth is full of life and joy. Age is frail old people. Youth is the rattling of rattles. Age is wrinkles on the face. Youth is the pushing of the pram, Age is the shrinking of the body. Youth is toys in a cot. Age is sad eyes in pain. Youth is nappies on the line. Age is when time is touching people. Youth is children on a swing, Age is arthritis and glasses. Youth is your first day at school. Age is having your first grandchildren. Year 8 English Class
It was a calm Sunday morning. The birds were singing. This morning, my mother's body was being lowered slowly into the six by four feet splendidly-dug hole. Everything seemed peaceful, serene and tranquil. The funeral had been perfect. The well-polished coffin shone in the sun. The flowers were beautiful. They reminded me so much of her. As I looked down and thought about mother, I could not help those tears Good health had always prevailed through her youth and middle age. In her old age, she proved once again to me her powerful character as she fought off the disease which, like a leach, sucked away her precious health. In the role of a mother, she was strict, yet so gentle, Moody, yet understanding, Strange, yet unique, Different, yet loving. During my childhood, she struck me with a belt when I was naughty. Her hoarse voice and bad temper were somewhat masculine. Her hands were coarse due to all the rough work during her youth. I do not blame her for having hit me, for I know she meant well as she wanted me to lead a good life. A life unlike hers. Her father had abandoned her when she was little and she had to earn her own living by being a clothes-washer. Life was hard on her. Three months after my birth, Dad died of a heart attack. Since then, she struggled to bring me up. For that I am very grateful and I don't know how to thank her. I feel guilty and bad that I can never repay her for the way she sacrificed her life for me. She saw me through by education, and tried hard to give me the best she could afford. There were times when I was ill, and she would take me to a doctor; but when her turn came, she suffered silently. Time passed. As I grew older we became closer to one another. She was now more than a mother. She was a friend. A companion. She was one I could talk my problems over with, and a shoulder I could cry on. I relied on her, for she was my shield. However, little did I realize that she also needed someone on whom she could rely. But who did she have? Nobody. Not a soul in this world — for no one wanted to acknowledge her because she was poor, and seemed degraded. This was only a visual image that people regarded as 'truth'. No. In my eyes, she was a woman of dignity, spirit and dedication. It was these things in her that I admitted and adored her for. To me she was one in a million. The last prayer was said and remembering her last words, I threw a handful of soil and flowers and whispered, "I love you too". The air was still as fresh, but the birds had flown away. It was our very last meeting. Vera Wee Year 11
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The Strangest Thing I Ever Saw There Is More To me Than That "Go and get some wood," my father barked. I turned on my heel feeling silent rage bubbling within me. His tone was more than I could handle. I felt I had been on the receiving end of his abuse for a whole week The common courtesy of saying 'please' would have helped. I thought, as I stormed off into the bush I went crashing my way through branches and obstacles. I was so blind with rage that I didn't see the branch lying in front of me. The next I knew I had tripped and fallen heavily to the ground, hitting my head. When I opened my eyes after what seemed an eternity, I saw the strangest thing. There was a miniature race of people about the size of my little finger dancing merrily around a wild flower. Every three or four steps they would turn around, flick their skirts in the air and continue dancing. I lay as still as I could wishing that I could turn to stone so that I wouldn't have the temptation to move and disturb them. They seemed to be celebrating a wedding. The bride and groom were perched on top of the wild flower and they were taking it in turns to rub noses and blow blue scented kisses through the air to each other. The smell had drifted over and had started to tickle my nose. From out behind the bushes little women came forward carrying blue cups with hot water, steaming, blue liquid in them. They stepped forward and tipped the bowls so that the liquid trickled out on to the ground. The liquid then seemed to thin out and the particles formed to make a beautiful irridescent dome over the heads of the bride and groom. l'he rest of the dancers rubbed their cheeks on the dome, obviously wishing the couple good luck for their marriage, and slowly danced away, disappearing into what seemed to be their own domes. As they went instead of flicking their skirts into the air they tipped their heads back every five steps and blew little haloes over the newly made dome. As I clumsily made my way back to the tent with the firewood I couldn't remember whether I had been dreaming or not I couldn't think clearly and my head was aching. The only puzzling thing was that I found that I had a little blue wild flower in my hand. It was also unusual because when I held it to my nose it quivered ever so slightly and gave off a faint smell that would curiously make my nose start to twitch. Kristie Eales Year 9
Please don't be fooled by the face I wear, As acting is an art that is second nature to me. You see me as a tower, Strong and tall Of concrete matter Hard and cold. I give the impression that I am secure And that I need no-one, But don't believe me. Do they take me for my real value? Or is it my appearance which they acknowledge. Against the horizon I seem somewhat obscure My existance is only of significance If you know the real me. I create a mask to hide behind Under my shield I am an individual. On the surface I am suave and sophisticated, Yet underneath I am many complicated faces. I want to release my individuality But I am afraid of being exposed Please don't laugh at me. Sarah Emerson and Anna Long Year 11
The Homestead Dilapidated, old, Dreary and cold. Time, its own worst enemy. Combined with the wind and rain. Once young and strong and weather-proof, Its tenants young and in their youth. But all the cobwebbed memories have faded into nothing, As the old man sits in the loungeroom coughing, wheezing and spluttering. He's only a simple skeleton now, Not an ounce of flesh on. his body. He feels just as old and as tired as the home, His bones creak wildly and his sanity has long gone. But yet he still remains alive. With the fear of death written plainly in his eyes. In time he'll die and be forgotten, Nothing left but the needle and cotton, That sewed up his life so terrible and rotten. Paula Robertson Yr. 8
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But Her Mother Was Beautiful She lies on the concrete footpath, peacefully motionless, her matching clothes reflecting her life; patchy and mixed-up. She scratches her tangled grey hair and pulls the pages of yesterday's newspaper closer around her. Her gaudy floral dress flashes in the dark, early evening. She likes that dress, and wears it with pride as she unconsciously looks past the rips and holes in it, and how dirty it is. But she doesn't like the ugly brown socks and black laceup shoes those people make her wear. They're like what her brother wore when he was little. Yuk.
Holidays Driving along the Great Ocean Road, Caravan and surfboard just part of the load. At last the sickening journey comes to an end, Pile out of the car to greet old friends. Put up the annexe and go for a long walk, In the evening go down to the beach and talk Light a bonfire, Surf on a tyre. Unhappy when our three weeks come to an end, So we plan to go down to the beach again! Katrina O'Grady Year 8
Those people said they wanted to help, but she knows they don't. She's smart. One day she had a bad cough and they took her away to a place that was all white and clean and tried to make her drink awful stuff. She kicked and scratched them so that they had to bring her back. She was happy then. Tonight she can't get to sleep because it is very windy on the street. So she looks in her plastic supermarket bag and picks up her little doll. She loves her doll, even more than her dress. It has black hair and a little red and white spotted dress and is very pretty. But she doesn't see the cracked plastic, the missing leg and the ripped dirty dress because to her it couldn't be any more beautiful. She cuddles it and it makes her feel secure. But her favourite thing of all is her photograph of her mother. It's very old, so she is always very careful with it. Her mother was very pretty, she looked like her doll, except her mother's hair was brown. She had little sparkley blue eyes like stars and her name was Adeline. She stares at the photo in wonder as she always does. Her mother was so beautiful and smart and she always knew what to do. Her mother also hugged her when she felt sad. She starts to get a bit sleepy now, so she lies down again, clutching her bag in one hand and her photo against her chest in the other.
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"Hey, man, who d'ya think this old clown is? Take a load-a that. Whooee". "Lord, I thought it was that old grey mutt that lives down 37th Street". Laughter. "Hey, I wonder if it's alive". A cruel kick stabs into her side and she quietly moans to herself. As they walk away, the large tears start flooding from her eyes. She wipes them away with her sleeve. "Why are people so mean?" she says. Melinda Bufton Yr. 8 Page 63
The hill lay in the distance in still quietness as it rose out of the rippling lake below it. Seemingly untouched yet the few boats on the lake revealed this as merely a disguise. The hill, often of photographic interest, was a blur with its mass of intertwining tree tops that created a canopy for the ground below, filtering only minimal light. Clouds moved meanderingly across this roof, transforming the leaves from a vibrant mass of colour to darker shades of bottle green. The wind swept slowly northward exposing and collecting Autumn's golden brown leaves. A bird emerged from behind the backdrop of shadowed hills. It moved aimlessly across the sky, at the same time controlling its regular monotonous wing pattern. This pattern was broken as its direction changed. It progressed towards a distinctive tree which lay amongst the rest of the uniformally planted trees on the hill. Although there were many plants around it, it appeared solitory in its structure. Its central support grew at an angle peculiar to that of the rigid trees beside it, and the bark encasing it was a mixture of dirty white and walnut colours. Many branches issued from the tall supple trunk. They bowed towards the ground in a shy manner as if to protect their tall stem. The top ones, weak and pliant, moved ineffectively in the wind that controlled their every movement. As the bird landed upon the branches their leaves quivered like a dampened flame. Although seemingly braised by the suns light, the leaves clung to the branch in a desperate fight which they were destined to lose. Their shape resembled that of a tear bordered by a serrated edge. Imprinted in the leaf were numerous veins forking out from a central vein which bisected the leaf. The main body was olive green with golden brown tips on its foremost edges. Inching its way along the tips of a leaf, a catapillar was also shaken by the bird's presence. It edged its way across the leaf in a manner that was exclusive to itself. It arched its back so that its middle constricted together. Although without legs, it moved easily with its slippery undersurface. Moisture was still present on the underside of the leaves, and was released as the bird jerked away from the tree. A drop of water gathering in momentum from a leaf above, collided, with the catapillar, and lined its body. More drops fell from the now deep grey clouds. The leaves wilted from the weight of the water as the landscape was overshadowed by the dullness of the sky. Fiona Swan Yr. 12 Page 64
The Brightest Star She was an achiever, she wanted to go somewhere but she was stuck in a small country town with few or no opportunities for stardom. She rose with the birds in the morning, cooked breakfast for the family, cleaned up, got them off to school and then went home to do the housework She was an unpaid worker on twenty-four hour call, who only had time off when everybody else didn't need her. When she was young, she had had aspirations to become a famous actress in a big city where her face would be known in every household. Now looking at herself, she saw an overworked, rundown housewife with her dreams all but forgotten They were put aside when she married and had had a responsibility to her husband then soon after that, a family. At twenty- seven she was still young and to others, still beautiful She felt suffocated by a barrier so hard as to be unbreakable. It was love that stopped her making a success of her life and she didn't know how she was going to repair the damage it had done to her soul, her heart, and most of all, her self- confidence. She thought about it for a long time, then she rang the railway station to book a seat to Sydney, a one way seat. She was going, she had to go. When he came home he found the house in perfect order as it always had been, but it was empty and there was a note propped up on the table between the salt and pepper shakers. She had gone— just cleared out and left him with three kids to look after by himself. Disbelief partnered by anger drove with him all the way to the train station He parked the car and went into the station He looked around and he knew, she really had gone. Jodie Prato Year 11
Why The Chinese Do What They Do 'Nian goa', 'Kuik kapit', 'Kuik ee', 'Fa Cai', 'Yu Sheng', oranges, dates, pineapples, pomelo an inexhaustible list comes to mind as Chinese New Year approahces. Those with a cursory acquaintance of the customs and traditions of the Lunar New Year add to this list the reunion dinner and the opportunity to go on holiday during the break. The trouble is that the majority of the people do not know why they do what they do; traditions which have been handed down are just blindly followed. However, the real joy of the festive season lies in understanding the actual significance of the elaborate preparations and activities before, as well as during, the New Year. There are various reasons why the Chinese go through the trouble of preparing the immense variety of food for the New Year season, the obvious one being the ability to enjoy it all. However, a more important reason is that the names of these foods often pun other Chinese words, particularly words which designate Man's desires: success, luck, peace, friendship, prosperity, longevity and happiness. Cakes, items which no New Year celebration can do without, are emblematic of external friendship and success. A good example of such cakes is 'Nian goa'. This is a sweet round cake made of glutinous rice flour and sugar. Its stickiness suggests standing together through the good as well as the bad times,a universal brotherhood. Also, the word 'gao' puns the Chinese word for 'high' and so the name 'Nian gao' is metaphorically construed to mean a better life in every respect than the preceding year. Another example of New Year cakes is the love letter cakes whose name in the Chinese language denotes success in one's career. The reunion dinner on New Year's Eve is always carefully prepared so as to contain some auspicious dishes to ensure lifelong happiness, success, longevity and prosperity. The name of the vegetable, Fa Cai, literally means wealth vegetable in Chinese. Fa Cai together with seaweed seacucumbers, cabbage and bean curd strips make up a dish called Cai Choy which is eaten for prosperity. Mushrooms symbolize unity while various spherical objects like lotus seeds denote perfection, completeness and reunion which is what the season is all about. Other vegetables like lettuce signify life because of their green colour.
eaten with a mixture of fresh vegetables, condiments and a specially prepared plum sauce. 'Yu Sheng' literally means 'raw fish'. However, 'Yu' puns the Chinese word for 'excess' or 'extra' while 'sheng' means 'life'. Therefore to eat 'sheng' or 'live' fish and vegetables is symbolic of keeping alive forever. In preparing the dish, chopsticks are used to stir and mix the items vigirously. The ingredients are then tossed up high, an act signifying the 'tossing of one's luck' which is more significant than the actual eating of the dish. Fruits are favoured by the Chinese because they are thought to be 'cheng' — a Cantonese word for clean. The names of these fruits are also used metaphorically to denote every man's desires. Kam, which are organes, literally means gold in Cantonese. That is why oranges are exchanged during New Year visits. The more oranges you receive, the more gold you possess! Another variety of oranges known as 'kamkats' are used mainly for decorative purposes. 'Kat' is the Cantonese word for luck so 'kamkats' stand for golden luck. Dates known as 'tsao tzu' are eaten as their name indicates the Chinese phrase meaning to have male children at the earliest opportunity, an event of great significance in any Chinese family. Pineapples called 'Ong Lai' in Fujian symbolize future prosperity. Pineapples with leafy shoots jutting out of the base are preferred because off shoots signify offspring. Peaches denote long life while the pomelo is said to bring luck. The modern Chinese society of today is unaquainted with the customs and traditions of the Lunar New Year. Much preparation and time is spent in planning the meals yet the traditional meanings behind the foods have been forgotten. Not many people realize that cakes bring friendship and success. Neither do they know how much fortune the reunion dinner may give them. There are certainly even fewer who are informed about the immortality 'Yu Sheng' promises. Although it is well known that oranges bring gold, the significance of other fruits remain buried. Until the traditional meanings of the Lunar New Year are known, it is impossible for the Chinese to enjoy the festivity to its full potential. Amanda Lim Yr. 12
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Cats Have a Mind of Their Own The cats of our street Roam the town, Through the bushes, Up and down
Blindness The sound of the ticking clock clearly and rhythmically echoed through the room. I lay awake in the early hours of the morning unable to sleep. I heard the accustomed early morning clink of the milk bottles, and the cat fruitlessly scratching at the door wanting to come in. I snuggled deep into my warm soft blankets, fingering the satin edge in comfort. I smelt the eucalyptus aroma from the sheets fresh laundering. My mind darted to and fro as I recalled yesterdays activities. I'd been told the sun rose with day, but sunrise to me meant more sounds, more people, time to get up. My world was a shaded world. I'd been blind since birth. Blindness to me was not an insurmountable handicap. Peter, my faithful "eyes" lay snoring at the end of the bed. My guide dog was part of me. He was always at hand to warn of danger, to lead me, to be my constant companion, to respond to my caresses and enable me to be independent. His loving licks were part of the firm bond of our existence.
In the pot holes, Out the cracks, To catch the mice, To break their backs. The cats in my town Are mostly blacks, They all go around, With their little back- packs. They carry their weapons, Their tuck and their catch, They move through the land, From patch to patch. And when the sun, Starts to rise, The cats go back home, And close their eyes. The milk in the dish, Snappy Tom, too, This is home for my cat And maybe yours, too! Kirsty White Year 8
I'd never worried about my affliction, but as I grew older I knew there were some problems I had to face. Children playing with Peter were a problem. His distraction was dangerous. Walking near traffic meant special concentration, sudden movements from behind was also fraught with problems and I had to become especially attuned to sources of heat Nevertheless, with pride I could step from my house having applied make-up, combed my hair, cleaned my teeth and prepared my own meal. I was like everyone else, but the only difference was that my world was "seen" through my senses. Natalie Morrison Yr. 9
Rain Trickling drops of rain Pattering delicately on the roof Damp, warm and light Sweet and refreshing Clean and misty RAIN! Bianca Ross Yr. 8
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Mrs. Pam Quickmire Pam Quickmire is a familiar sight in the Lucernian season, as she dashes, green suitcase in hand, to or from the printers. It is fitting that the 1987 Lucernian should pay tribute to one who has been instrumental in bringing to us so manyfine editions of our school magazine. During her 11 years at Morongo, Pam has taught English, English Literature, and French. She has fostered in hundreds of girls a love of language and literature. She has also contributed greatly to Drama, assisting in school productions, and providing many a poem and song to give flavour to a special occasion. We farewell Pam sadly, as she leaves to return to England, and wish her well. P. E
Jane Robbins Yr. 9
Acknowledgements We would like to thank the many people who helped in the production of this magazine the Lucemian Committee. for their enthusiasm, ideas, and hard work in getting in the material; Mrs. Marsland, for the Junior School pages; Miss Bard- Brucker, for the lay- out of the Year 12 pages; Mrs. Coral Carroll, for her help with the proof-reading Mr. O'Neill, for his endless patience and kindness in supplying photographs — particularly in answer to lastminute emergencies; and the many students who submitted writing or photographs. M. K P. Q
Fleur Yu Yr. 7
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Multi-Cultural Day On October 15th a variety of nations was represented at assembly. Grades 2 & 3 sang Italian songs, and the senior school performed their own play (see pictures, left). Festivities continued until lunchtime when croissants and hot chocolate were available.
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After you have spent some time in the adopted country, impressions previously held, begin to shatter. They are now confirmed facts that the Norwegians don't just step out of the Norsca add, the Germans don't all wear Ledehoserand eat sauerkraut for every meal and the Australians (as Helene and Eliza originally thought) don't have kangaroos in their backyards! For the exchange student, therefore, understanding what the country is 'really like is an important part of the program. Exchange, however, does not end here. There are of course other things such as the learning of a new language, meeting, understanding and making friends with people of another culture, travelling and the experience of living with another family which help to make exchange so special and worthwhile. Obviously each exchange differs from an other. Everybody has experiences both good and bad but probably the one thing common to all exchange students is at the airport returning home. This seems to be the hardenst and most emotional part of their time away but perhaps this is a good thing as it is a reflection of an experience that will never be forgotten.
Above: Davida Missen (right) in Norway.
9,1dct Ps 9/' Fiona Salmon (left) in Germany.
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Social Service Report What a year 1987 has been for Social Service! A different approach was taken this year, with each House being allocated a certain time of the year to hold its Social Service function. These ranged from cake-stalls to casual days to cake-stalls to casual days to cake-stalls! — alongside other moneyraisers such as the 'copper coin trail' of Roslyn, and the Lawson chocolate drive.
After Lawson's chocolate drive made us all move out to the next button on our kilts, Robb's Rcasual day produced Raging Radios, Ridiculous Rowers, Rebellious Roxanne, Raelene and Rowena, Red-backs, Reporters, Reverends get the idea? And can we ever forget the cake-stall that followed? Venters cake-stall was simply unbelievable, also.
The biggest award must go to those girls who volunteered for the Red Shield Appeal door-knocking and social service work at St. David's. $677.52 was raised — a great effort.
Ardens brought this year's efforts to a close with a cake and lollie stall, which, being held on 3rd November, of course combined with their own Morongo Cup racing event
Now back to the Houses. The opening event was Roslyn's cake-stall, the success of which showed that summer figures were no longer of concern, while the coin trail around the quadrangle made the lunch-time memorable — for the Roslyn coincounters.
This year the 40-hour famine raised a massive $1,900.62; no words are needed to say what a great effort this was.
On the Harris Australia Day casual day we realized that Morongo contained Pat Cash's sister, Rurals, Footballers, Gum trees, Norms and more! No wonder Felicity chose Mexico as a Music Competition theme!
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Overall, a total of $3,146.14 has been raised this year (and Ardens amount has yet to be added.) Thank you to everyone who contributed to this fine effort— you have helped many people. The money has been donated to the Geelong Hospital, The Geelong Homeless Youth Committee, and the Alfred Hospital Research Centre.
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Year 12 Final Day This year the Year 12 Final Day began for staff and girls with a 7 o'clock breakfast and 'entertainment' in the Laird Centre. The staff were suitably attired in mourning black— and the girls understandably attired in night-dresses and pyjamas!
For their final assembly the Year 12 girls transformed themselves into the riotous, racy, rowdy 'Class of '87', complete with roller skates and bubble gum.
Speech Night This year, in place of Valedictory Night, students of Years 10 and 11, with their parents and friends, were invited to join with those of Year 12 for the close-of-year school ceremony; this was held in
the Ford Theatre of the Geelong Performing Arts Centre on 30th October. The guest speaker was Mrs. Patricia Heath, B.E.M., who also made the Valedictory presentations to the Year 12 girls. Page 75
Valete 1987 Year 12
Georgina Alford— Roslyn House and Library Committees,
Emma Ferris— Drama Committee. Hockey and Tennis
Junior and Senior Choir. Drama Productions. Junior Baseball & Netball teams. Merit Certificate— Consistent Effort 1986, 1987.
teams.
Claire Fisher — House and Sports Committee. Drama
Geraldine Ambrose — Music and House Committees.
Production. Baseball, Basketball, Hockey, Volleyball, Cricket teams. Baseball Symbols, House Colours.
Junior, Senior, Madrigal Choirs. Orchestra. Drama Productions, Junior Baseball, Netball (Captain), Senior Hockey and Badminton teams. Table Tennis Champion doubles and singles 1981. House Colours, Green Jumper (Music), Music symbols. Merit Certificate— Consistent Effort, 1981, 1984. Consistent Effort and Academic Achievement 1985.
Kate Bail — House, Mid Year, End of Year Committees. Junior Choir. Netball team.
Laurelle Braybrook — Senior Centre and Drama Committee. Junior Choir. Junior Tennis team. Table Tennis— runner-up — doubles 1985, 1987. Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1986.
Susan Briggs— Lawson House Committee. Junior Choir.
Natalie Freeburn— House and Audio Visual Committees. Netball team, Public Speaking, House Colours.
Nicole Graham— School Prefect. School Music Captain. Music and House Committees. Drama Productions. Netball, Swimming, Tennis teams. Netball Captain 1987. Runner-up Table tennis Championships— Doubles and Singles 1984, Runner-up Tennis Championship— Doubles 1985. Junior, Senior, Madrigal Choirs. Public Speaking 1985. Cloth Badge, Netball Symbols, House Colours, Green Jumper (Music and Sport), Music Symbols. Merit Certificate 1982, 1985 — Consistent Effort 1984. School scholarship holder.
Felicity Grant— House and Drama Committees. Back-
Orchestra. Senior Basketball, Volleyball.
stage — Drama production. Typing award 1986 — Academic Achievement.
Felicity Bubb — House committee. Senior Choir.
Lisa Guthrie— Editress of Lucernian, House Committee.
Teri Camel! — House and Senior Centre Committees.
School Band. Junior Baseball, Netball, Senior Hockey, Badminton teams. House Colours, Academic Symbols 1986, Merit Certificate Academic Achievement 1980, 1984, Consistent Effort 1981, Academic Achievement & Consistent Effort 1985, 1986. School Scholarship Holder. Kirsty Hall — Drama Committee. Drama Production. Baseball, Netball, Swimming teams. House Colours.
Intermediate Athletics, Senior Netball. Athletics runner up 1987. House Colours.
Rebecca Charles— House, Lucernian Committees. Senior Choir. Senior Netball. Tennis. Rowing Crew. Runner up Yr. 10 and Yr. 11 Tabletennis championships. Tennis symbols, House Colours.
Angela Dann — House, Audio Visual, End of Year Committees. Netball, Swimming, Tennis teams. Cloth Badge (Sport). House Colours.
Louise deJong — House and Lucernian Committees.
Georgina Harvey— House Committee. Athletics, Baseball, Netball teams. Rowing crew. Captain Baseball B. House Colours.
Rosalind Hawkins — School Official, McPhee House
Badminton. Academic Symbols 1986. Merit Certificate — Academic Achievement 1982, Consistent Effort 1983, 1985, Academic Achievement and Consistent Effort 1986, 1987. School Scholarship Holder. House Colours. Dux of School.
Sharon Hockley— House and End of Year Committees.
Kim Douglas— School Prefect. Head of Boarding House.
Junior Baseball, Junior/Senior Netball teams. Rowing Crew. Rowing Symbols, Half-House Colours,
Boarding House, Senior Centre Committees. Rowing Captain. Drama Productions. Athletics, Baseball, Netball, Rowing, Swimming, Tennis teams. Rowing symbols, House Colours, Green Jumper. Merit Certificate Academic Achievement and Consistent Effort 1982, Academic Achievement 1983.
Sophie Dudley — House, Mid Year and End of Year Committees. Photography Club. Senior Hockey. House Colours.
Carolyn Erwin — Art and End of Year Committees.
House Captain. Boarding House and House Committees. Drama Production. Basketball, Hockey, Rowing, Volleyball teams. Rowing symbols, House Colours.
Julie Hucker — House and Sports Committees. Senior Netball, Swimming, Tennis teams. Runner-up tennis doubles 1986. House Colours.
Meredith Izon— School Prefect. Ardens House Captain. House and Sports Committees. Drama Productions. Athletics, Basketball, Hockey teams. Athletics Symbols 1985, 1986, House Colours, Green Jumper. Drama Symbols. Merit Certificate Academic Achievement and Consistent Effort 1984. School Scholarship Holder. Hockey symbols 1987.
Senior Netball.
Elise Fayers— House and Sports Committees. Athletics, Netball, Swimming, Tennis teams. Table tennis Singles Champion 1983, '84, '85, '86. Tennis doubles runner-up 1983, 1984, Singles runner-up 1985. Netball symbols, Tennis symbols, Hr use Colours, Green Jumper (Sport). Page 76
Kate Jelbart — House and Sports committees. Drama Productions. Athletics, Netball Tennis teams. Netball Vice Captain. Tennis, Netball and Drama symbols, House Colours.
Kristen Keylnack — House and Sports Committees.
Charlotte Norton — House Committee. Junior Choir.
Basketball, Hockey, Swimming teams. Rowing Crew. Captain of Boats 1986-1987. Rowing Symbols, House Colours, Green Jumper (Sport). Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1984, Academic Achievement 1985. Bartlett Citizenship Prize.
Junior Baseball.
Linda Kenmar — Computer, Social Service, End of Year Committees Netball team.
Suzanne Lawson— School Prefect. Lawson House Captain. House and Music Committees. Junior, Senior, Madrigal Choirs. Drama Productions. Baseball and Netball teams. Baseball symbols, House Colours, Green Jumper (Music), Drama Symbols. Merit Certificate Academic Achievement and Consistent Effort 1984, 1985, Consistent Effort 1986, 1987.
Kylie Lewis — House, Mid Year and Art Committees. Junior Choir. Hockey and Volleyball teams. Rowing crew. Rowing symbols.
Mary Lightfoot — House and Lucernian Committees. Debating team. Merit Certificate Consistent Effort
Cherie Ramsden — House and Library Committees. Drama Production. Senior Baseball.
Maree Rawlings— House and Art Committees. Junior Netball, Swimming team. Swimming Champion 1987. Swimming Symbols. Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1981, 1986, 1987. McCann Citizenship Prize.
Michelle Richmond — Computer and Social Service Committees. Junior Netball and Rowing Crew.
Fiona Robertson — Roslyn House Committee. Amanda Rogers— House and Music Committees. Senior and Madrigal Choirs.
Melinda Rosenberg— House and Audio Visual Committees. Junior and Senior Choirs. House Colours.
Diana Rothacker — McPhee House House Captain 1986. House, Sports, Drama Committees. Baseball, Basketball, Netball, Tennis, Volleyball teams. House Colours. Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1984.
1986.
Katherine Roy — House Committee
Amanda Lim — Library Committee. Merit Certificate
Jolienne Schram— House and Social Service Committees.
Academic Achievement and Consistent Effort 1986. Dux of Year 11. Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1987.
Flute Ensemble. Junior and Senior Hockey teams. House Colours. Merit Certificate Consistent Effort and Academic Achievement 1982, 1985, Academic Achievement 1983.
Fleur McAllister— School Prefect. Venters House Captain. House, Sports Committees. Drama Productions. Athletics, Baseball, Basketball, Netball, Tennis, Volleyball teams. Baseball Captain 1985, 1986. Athletics Vice Captain 1986. Baseball, Symbols, Drama Symbols, House Colours, Green Jumper. Netball symbols.
Rachel McCracken — House, Sports Committees. Ath-
Genevieve Scott— School Prefect. Robb House Captain. House, Sports Committees. Drama Productions. Junior Baseball. Senior Athletics, Basketball, Hockey, Swimming, Cricket teams. Rowing Crew. Rowing and Drama Symbols. House Colours. Green Jumper. Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1984, 1986. Hockey symbols.
letic, Basketball, Netball, Tennis teams. Tennis Captain 1982, 1983. Netball Captain 1983. Merit Certificate Academic Achievement 1982.
Robin Shand — Hearne House House Captain. Robb
Felicity Magher — Drama Committee.
Susan Shimmin — School Prefect. School Sports Cap-
House and Mid Year committees. Hockey team. Hockey symbols. Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1987.
Hockey, Senior Basketball, Baseball vice captain 1986, 1987. Hockey Captain 1987. Baseball Symbols. Green Jumper. Hockey symbols. House Colours.
tain. Athletics, Basketball, Cricket, Hockey, Tennis teams. Athletics, Tennis, Hockey symbols, 1986, 1987. Table tennis doubles champion 1983, 1984. Tennis Singles Champion 1983, 1984, 1985, 1986. Athletics Champion 1987, Runner-Up 1985, 1986. House Colours 1985, 1986, 1987. Green Jumper (Sport) Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1986.
Vicki Meyer — School Official. Neilson House House
Leonie Skewes — House, Music Committees. Senior,
Captain. Boarding House, House, Photography, Lucernian Committees. School Photographer. Drama Production. Hockey teams. House Colours.
Madrigal Choirs. School Orchestra (Leader), Drama and Musical Productions. Music Symbols. Merit Certificate Academic Achievement and Consistent Effort 1985, Consistent Effort 1986. House Colours.
Kylie Mann — House and Library Committees, Interschool debating. Hockey team 1986, 1987.
Sally Ann Menke— House, Sports Committees. Baseball,
Janine Mills — House, Social Service and End of Year Committees. Junior Choir, Senior Tennis. House Colours.
Davida Missen — House and Drama Committees. Felicity Morrison— School Prefect Harris House Captain. House and Music Committees. Junior, Senior, Madrigal Choirs. School Orchestra. Drama Productions. Baseball, Netball, Swimming, Tennis teams. Netball Vice Captain 1986. House Colours, Green Jumper (Music), Music Symbols.
Louise Morton — Harris House Committee. Senior Tennis. Merit Certificate — consistent Effort 1986.
Andrea Smith — School Prefect School Vice Captain. Lucernian and Mid Year Committees. Junior, Senior, Madrigal Choirs. Drama and Musical Productions. Athletics, Baseball, Netball teams. Athletics Captain, 1986, Athletics Champion 1982-83, 1985-86. Equal Runner-Up 1987. Athletics Symbols 1986, Baseball Symbols 1987, Academic Symbols 1986, House colours 1985, 1986, 1987. Green Jumper Music (1986) Sport (1985). Music Symbols 1986 reaward 1987. Merit Certificate Academic Achievement and Consistent Effort 1982, 1983, 1984, 1985, 1986, 1987. Dux Year 10 1985. School Scholarship Holder. Page 77
Benita Smits — House Committee. Drama Production.
Tamara White — House, Sports Committees. Athletics,
Junior and Senior Baseball, Netball teams.
Netball, Tennis teams. House Colours, Green Jumper, Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1983.
Hilary Smurthwaite — House and Senior Centre Committees. Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1985.
Elizabeth Wilson — House and Music Committees.
Fiona Stone — School Prefect. School Captain. Drama
Junior, Senior, Madrigal Choirs Drama Productions. Netball team. House Colours, Music, Drama Symbols.
Productions Athletics, Netball, Swimming teams House Colours 1986, reaward 1987. Drama Symbols 1986. Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1984, Academic Achievement and Consistent Effort 1985.
mittees. Junior, Senior, Madrigal Choirs. Drama Production. Netball. Music Symbols. House Colours.
Evette Sutas — House, Social Service and End of Year
Merrin Wood— House and Library Committees. Netball,
Committees. Basketball, Hockey, Netball, Rowing, Volleyball teams. Rowing Symbols.
Maree Winter — House, Social Service, Library Com-
Tennis teams. House Colours. Merit Certificate Consistent Effort, 1983, 1984, 1986.
Fiona Swan — School Official. David House House Captain. Boarding House, House, Drama Committees. Drama Productions. Basketball, Hockey, Netball, Volleyball teams. House Colours.
Danielle Taylor— Art Committee. Angeline Tew — Photography and House Committees. Anna Thomson — House, Photography Committees. Drama Production. Athletics, Baseball, Netball teams. House Colours.
Nicole Tomlinson — Art, Lucernian and Photography Committees. Junior Athletics, Tennis teams.
Jodie Trevaskis — House, Art Committees. Basketball, Tennis, Volleyball teams.
Elizabeth Turner — House and Lucernian Committees. Hockey, Tennis, Volleyball teams. Green Jumper. Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1980. Hockey symbols. House Colours.
Niomie Varady— House Co,mmittee. Junior Choir. Net-
Year 12 Final Assembly
ball and Baseball teams. House Colours. Duke of Edinburgh Award — Silver 1985.
Valete 1987
Rachael Varady — House, Drama, End of Year Committees. Junior Choir. Volleyball team. Half-House Colours 1984.
Natasha Velleley— Library, Baseball, Hockey, Volleyball, Waterpolo teams, Swimming — 17 and over runner-up 1986.
Deborah Venters — . H o use and Library Committees. Junior Choir. Baseball, Tennis teams. Table tennis doubles runner-up 1985, 1986.
Rebecca Walsh — House and End of Year Committees. Bowling team 1985.
Kate Weaver — School Prefect Roslyn House Captain. House, Sports Committees. Junior Choir 1984. Baseball, Basketball, Netball, Swimming, Volleyball, Cricket teams. Swimming Captain 1986, 1987. House Colours, Green Jumper. Swimming Champion 1986, Runner-up 1987. Swimming symbols. Cheryl Wee — Computer and Social Service Committees. Baseball and Badminton teams. Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1986. House Colours.
Elizabeth Westman — House and Social Service (Head) Committees Basketball, Netball, Tennis teams. Tennis Symbols. House Colours. Merit Certificate Academic Achievement and Consistent Effort 1985, Consistent Effort 1986. Pettitt Citizenship Prize. Page 78
Year 7 Megan Maguire Sara Sellepack
Year 8 Sally Freeman Natasha Penhaligon Sarah Thom
Year 9 Michelle Jose Lisa Kelley Debra Williams
Year 10 Sophie Carnegie Jeanette O'Donnell Camilla Speirs Megan Thom Fiona Watkins
Year 11 Jennifer Pattinson Carolyn Read Erica Webber
Year 12 Julia Cox Rosemary Hay Angela Russell
Salvete 1987 Prep. Jacqueline Druitt Alison Evans Georgina Low Zara Mahoney Carolyn Michalak Rani Murphy Jessica Parsons Amy Repp Kate Spurling Catherine Viggers Amy Walker
Year 1 Jessica Evans Amy McBride
Year 2 Fiona Bolton Karen Jackson Megan Trim
Year 4 Penelope Bate Andrea Fitzgerald Carrie Gage Melanie McRae Amy Sanders
Year 5 Rebecca Benjamin Serran Buchholz Jodi Johnstone Noni Korobka Sarah Lamb Emma-Leigh Miller Kirsty Trim
Year 6
Year 8
Year 11
Melissa Baxter Kaye Driscoll Susan Johnston
Carly Adler Nikola Ashton Michelle Bennett Alexandra Epstein Sonia Tenabel
Maryanne Bellairs Erika Bukofsan Tania Cuda Donna Dicks Louise Dillon Anna Fraser Tanya Handler Jodie Harris Ming Hwang Anna Jelbart Carmen Jobson Meagan Jones Virginia Lindsey Tara Mathews Georgina Politis Marina Roseby Marion Sayer Kerry Schonfelder Jennifer Shand
Year 7 Sarah Bennett Tryphena Bernicke Alison Boldys Kate Booth Merryn Butterfield Marnie Carroll Tania Curypko Rachael Eddy Claire Fallaw Fiona Gibb Tanya Hall Natasha Heikkila Julie Kirkpatrick Melissa Lebreton Narelle Morland Suzanne Morrison Rachael Morrison Clare Oataway Lillian Onyschko Bridget Player Janette Reed Sally Robbins Vanessa Smith Diana Taylor Rebekah Wilton Catherine Winkler Claire Wookey Fiona Zausa
Year 9 Kristen Blackmore Cathryn Bullen Sally Esler Natalie Hyland Shu-Yen Lee Stephanie Pearson Charlotte Pringle
Year 10 Kate Adsett Sarah Dean Emma Deeley Carla Dimartino Vikki Hardman Vair Holmfield Catherine Mercer Elizabet Olivestam Helena Olivestam Catherine Robinson Kylie Tenabel Melinda Thom Peta Trinder Kate Tweddell Birgit Waschka
Year 12 Carolyn Erwin Davida Missen Amanda Rogers Danielle Taylor
Awards 1986 Term 3 DUX OF YEAR 10 Olive Filmer Memorial Prize DUX OF YEAR 11 Mary Higgins Memorial Prize
CHARISSA HEE AMANDA LIM
House Cups and Shields Margaret Shannon Cup for Athletics Roslyn Diana Lilburne Cup for Jun. Sch. Aths. Roslyn Roslyn cup for Senior Athletics Venters Ardens Cup for Inter Athletics Roslyn Harris Cup for Junior Athletics Roslyn Lawson Cup for Sub-Junior Aths not awarded Ena Miller Shield for Swimming Roslyn Gray Cup for Senior Swimming Harris Clarke Cup for Sub-Jun Swim not awarded Rushbroke Cup for Inter Swimming Roslyn Longwell Cup for Junior Swimming Ardens
Eileen Buckhurst Shield— Sen Baseball Lawson Janet Gorrie Cup — Junior Baseball Venters Hitchcock Cup for Senior Tennis Venters Mrs H.B. Simpson Cup for Jun Tennis Venters Poulston Shield for Debating Ardens& Venters McMiken Shield for Music Ardens Charles Neville Cup for Sport Venters Pettitt Shield for Work Harris Conduct Venters Mrs. Lewis Hirst Cup, Work, Sport, Conduct Venters
Duke of Edinburgh Award (Bronze) Andrea Bates Belinda Campbell
Lisa Montgomery Deidre Stewart
Naomi Troup Lisa Van Den Belt Page 79
Awards 1986 Ctd. Music Awards Green Jumpers (Music)
Music Certificates
Nicole Marshman Nicole Graham Geraldine Ambrose Felicity Morrison Andrea Smith Suzanne Lawson Sally Bothroyd Virginia Millard
Natalie Morrison Kirsten Bishop Fleur Thomson Katrina Appleton Melissa Kellett
Sporting Awards Athletic Symbols Meredith Izon Fleur McAllister Susan Shimmin Andrea Smith
re-award re-award
Basketball Symbols
Year 10 Kerry-Anne Cook (1/2 colours) Sarah Emerson (1/2 colours) Bridget McGrath (full colours) Year 9 Georgina Fidge (1/2 colours) Uby Woods [1/2 colours)
ROSLYN Year 11 Kim Douglas (re-award) Elise Fayers (re-award) Kirsty Hall Melinda Rosenberg Susan Shimmin (re-award) Kathryn Weaver (re-award) Year 10 Charissa Hee (1/2 colours) Doone Moffatt (1/2 colours)
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Green Jumpers (Sport) Katrina Bray Kim Douglas Nicole Graham Trudi Knight
LAWSON Year 11 Claire Fisher Susan Lawson (re-award) Fiona Swan Anna Thomson
Audrey Lim Genevieve Scott Kathryn Weaver
Year 9 Michelle Douglas (1/2 colours) Michelle Dowie (1/2 colours)
VENTERS
House Colours ARDENS Year 1 1 Nicole Graham Rosalind Hawkins Meredith Izon Kristen Kelynack Andrea Smith (re-award) Fiona Stone Tamara White (re-award) Merrin Wood Year 10 Trudi Knight (1/2 colours) Audrey Lim (1/2 colours)
HARRIS Year 11 Geraldine Ambrose Kate Jelbart Felicity Morrison Jolienne Schram Niomie Varady Year 10 Raelene Evans [full colours) Susan Freeman (full colours) Emma Matlock (full colours) Year 9 Jane McCormack (1/2 colours) Prudence Nadorp (1/2 colours) Katrina Penry (1/2 colours) Trina Watkin (1/2 colours) Page 80
Year 11 Rebecca Charles Fleur McAllister (re-award) Nicole Marshman (re-award) Genevieve Scott (re-award) Elizabeth Westman Year 10 Kylee Henderson (1/2 colours) Kerri Prussner (full colours) Virginia Millard (full colours) Year 9 Ilsa Kuiper (1/2 colours) Sophie Plumridoe 11/2 colours)
Awards 1987 Term 1 Swimming Symbols
Baseball Symbols
Nerida Anderson Kate Weaver
Katrina Bray Suzanne Lawson Claire Fisher Sally-Anne Menke Chitra Menke Andrea Smith
Tennis Symbols Rebecca Charles Elise Fayers Kate Jelbart Sue Shimmin Elizabeth Westman
Term 2 Arts Awards
Green Jumpers (Music)
Geraldine Ambrose Elizabeth Wilson Leonie Skewes
Elizabeth Wilson Leonie Skewes
Music Symbols Virginia Millard Kerry-Anne Cook Sally Bothroyd Jacinta Payne Geraldine Ambrose (re-award) Suzanne Lawson (re-award) Andrea Smith (re-award) Nicole Graham (re-award) Elizabeth Wilson (re-award) Felicity Morrison (re-award) Leonie Skewes (re-award) Maree Winter
Drama Symbols Sally Bothroyd Amanda Campbell Kylie Henderson Meredith Izon Kate Jelbart Fleur McAllister Jane McCormack
Virginia Millard Jacinta Payne Jodie Prato Kerri Prussner Fiona Salmon Genevieve Scott Elizabeth Wilson (re-award)
Green Jumpers (sport) Elise Fayers Kristen Kelynack
LAWSON Teri Carnell Claire Fisher (re-award) Natalie Freeburn Sally-Anne Menke Fiona Swan (re-award) Anna Thomson (re-award)
ROSLYN Elise Fayers (re-award) Kirsty Hall (re-award) Vicki Meyer Melinda Rosenberg (re-award) Cheryl Wee Libby Wilson
ROBB Angela Dann Sophie Dudley Lisa Guthrie
Janine Mills Genny Scott Robin Shand
VENTERS Rebecca Charles (re-award) Georgina Harvey Nicole Tomlinson Elizabeth Turner Elizabeth Westman (re-award)
Sally-Anne Menke Elizabeth Turner
Term 4
Netball Symbols Elise Fayers Nicole Graham (re-award) Kate Jelbart Fleur McAllister Audrey Lim Andrea Smith
Hockey Symbols Meredith Izon Genny Scott Sally-Anne Menke Robin Shand Susan Shimmin (re-award) Elizabeth Turner
Dux of the School: Louise de Jong The A.G. Harris Prefect's Prize: Fiona Stone The D.F. Neilson Prefect's Prize: Andrea Smith The Bartlett Citizenship Prize: Kristen Kelynack The McCann Citizenship Prize: Maree Rawlings The Pettitt Citizenship Prize: Elizabeth Westman
Alliance Francaise Results Poetry - Honourable Mention Year 7 — Melissa Le Breton
House Colours
Year 8 — Sandra Petty
ARDENS
Year 9 — Sally Fisher Lucy Ralton
Nicole Graham (re-award) Rosalind Hawkins (re-award) Diana Rothacker (re-award) Leonie Skewes Andrea Smith (re-award) Fiona Stone (re-award) Maree Winter
Heather Clarke Natalie Morrison Vanessa Keleher
Year 10 — Michelle Douglas
Year 12 Poetry, Reading and Comprehension Honourable Mention: Niomie Varady
Year 12 Aural Comprehension Very Honourable Mention: Niomie Varady
Goethe Poetry Competition Honourable Mention (Finalists)
HARRIS Geraldine Ambrose (re-award) Louise 'De Jong Julie Hucker Kate Jelbart (re-award) Jolienne Schram (re-award)
Year 10: Andrea Tatman Simone Simpson Philippa Gardner Melissa Sumner
Year 1 1 : Emma Matlock Tania Handler Sally Bothroyd Fiona Salmon
Year 12: Kristen Kelynack Page 81
Morongo Old Collegians' Association Office Bearers 1987 President Alison Lawson (Laird) Vice President Joy Rau (Strong) Junior Vice President Anne Waayers(Jarman) Secretary Jenny Battye ( Miles) Asst Secretary Vanessa McCracken (Nelson) Treasurer Judy Bent (Wallis) Asst Treasurer Jeanette Middleton (Potter) Address Recorder Jill Thom (Hookings) Publicity Officer Jeanette Bell (Shrimpton)
Branches Canberra President Elizabeth Oliver (Eaton) Treasurer/Sec. Annabel Weidemann (Russell)
Goulburn Valley President Sally White (Dorman) Secretary Sandra Maclntyre (Bufton) Treasurer Gwen Jensen (Bradshaw)
Melbourne President Nola Mason ( Miller) Secretary Margaret Chegwidden (Searle) Treasurer Sandra Oriander (Stevens)
South Australia President Lois Mander Jones ( McDonald) Secretary Sonya Stewart (Cameron) Treasurer Jeanette Drake (Walker)
Western District President Judy Wallace (Anderson) Treasurer/Sec. Julie Ballinger (Winter)
Wimmera President Ida Bourke (Brewster) Treasurer/Sec. Rona Schilling (Bennett)
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President's Report The past year has been busy but rewarding for the Old Collegians' Association. On 21st November, 1986, we held a Year group reunion for 1955-60 students. The dinner was attended by 120 — and enjoyed by everyone who came from near and far. The following day the Annual General Meeting and afternoon tea was held and many took the opportunity to view the changes around the school. The girls leaving school were invited to a lunch by the Geelong Committee at the Principal's residence. This is a relaxing way of communicating with the girls and an opportunity to explain the function of the Old Collegians and membership. Early this year we invited Miss Dorothy Mitchell to a special meeting to mark her retirement To express our thanks for all she had done for us in the office, we presented her with a wallet to take on her travels In March we organized a Tennis Day at Morongo. Although a hot day, those who participated had an enjoyable morning and lunch. Our thanks go to Jeanette Bell (Shrimpton) and Anne Waayers (Jarman) for planning the day and also the school for the use of the facilities The Old Collegians have been represented at many sporting activities this year. The younger members both ran and swam at the School Athletic and Swimming Sports Teams also participated at the Sun Cup Tennis and the Sun Cup Golf Day in Melbourne. Thanks to those who represented us and also to Lyn Collins (Crellin) and Marjorie Carroll (Field) who organized the teams This year the Golf Day was extended to include all Old Collegians from Independent Schools This was held at Geelong Golf Club and was followed by an enjoyable lunch. I would like to thank Ann Howarth (Lindsay) and Marjorie Carroll for their contributions to this day. This year I have attended Branch meetings and reunions and was pleased that Mrs. Watt could take the time to visit with me. In March we went to Melbourne for their A.G.M. held at Evie McEwan's (Jones) home, with Judy Bent (Wallace). In April, we travelled to Shepparton to the Goulburn Valley Branch to Betty Thorton's home where we had a delicious luncheon. In May Jeanette Bell (Shrimpton) accompanied us to Horsham to visit the Wimmera Branch Reunion. As I am unable to attend, Mrs Watt is visiting the Canberra Branch.
We held a Mid-Year Luncheon this year with the guest speaker Rosemary Crossley whose topic was "Communicating without Speech". It was a most successful day, with a capacity crowd, thanks to the efforts of the committee. The Archives Room allocated to us in the " House" has developed well this year with new velvet curtains and many old photos framed and hung and Photo albums of Year Groups. Our thanks to Jenny Currie (Bradshaw), Joy Rau (Strong) and Pam Warland (Robertson) and to those who have contributed items. Present day Year Books are being compiled by Year 10 girls; thanks to Lisa Thom for 1985 Book and Sari Sutton and Michelle Douglas for combining to produce the 1987 Record Representatives have attended functions held by the Past Student groups from sister schools both in Geelong and Melbourne. This gives us the opportunity to extend friendship and develop new ideas. This year we were pleased to be able to donate $1500 for landscaping around the Senior Centre and along the oval, as well as 2 oars for the new rowing shell, so that the girls can row under Morongo colours. We were also able to assist at Open Day,selling Morongo aprons, school momentoes and running several competitions. We regretfully accepted the resignations of Ann Howarth (Lindsay) who served many years as Treasurer and Rhonda Walker (Batty) and thank them for their involvement We welcomed this year Elizabeth Grundell (Richardson), Sue Lamb (Gayer) and Helen Hill (Darley) onto the committee The AG. M. and Lunch will be held on 28th November 1 987 at 11.30 and two Reunions will be held the previous night at Berkley Lodge, one for the 1920's and 30's group and the other for the 1960-65 Year groups We are trying to establish a "Year" for everyone — this is the year that you would have been in Year 10 or Intermediate, if anyone would like to hold a group or year reunion in 1988 we would be glad to assist Finally, I would like to thank Mrs Watt for her support and interest, the office staff for their assistance and Julie Angus and the kitchen staff for their co-operation and help with our functions in the dining room. My special thanks go to my committee members who contribute so willingly, and in particular my secretary Jenny Battye ( Miles) as Treasurer for another year. This has been a most satisfying year for me and I have enjoyed my contact with the school and the many Old Collegians.
News of Old Collegians Kathryn Venters (B.Sc.) has been accepted as an Overseas Service Bureau (OSB) Volunteer development worker. She is working with the World Food Program/United Nations Border Relief Operation (UNBRO) as a Computer Systems Manager based in Bangkok and Aranyaprathet in Thailand. Sherrill Kirby (Harvey) has been back- packing, with her husband, Scott, around Europe for 5 months, including visits to Morocco, Hungary and Yugoslavia. Dorothy Johnson's second book "Ruth" is now available. Honorary life members:- We are sorry to hear that Miss Phyllis Evans has been ill in hospital and that also Miss Edith Leigh and Miss Alison Botterill are in Nursing Homes in Geelong. Beverley Egan (Bell) retired from the Junior School earlier this year due to ill health, and H ilary Smith (Howey) is retiring from the Kindergarten at the end of this year. Of girls who left last year Melissa James and Natalie Adamson-Arts, Uni of Melbourne, Meredith Millard and Kate EmersonScience, Uni of Melbourne, Sue Watson— Pharmacy College. Danyl Morgan — Art, Chisholm Institute. Barbara McKie and Georgina Bell— Social Sciences, Latrobe University, Robyn Kamp— Biological Sciences Latrobe University, Katherine Robinson — Architecture, University of Melbourne, Nicole Carvill — Food and Food Services, RMIT, Sharyn Leigh and Lisa Campbell — Nursing, Geelong, Fiona Hart — Nursing, Bendigo. Deidre Stewart plans to enter the Police Force, Christine Black deferred University and is working in Melbourne, Jodie Wynn is doing secretarial work, Joanne Potter — Child Care, 'Deakin University, Louise Bourke and Gillian Jervis are studying at Deakin University, Cindy Carnegie — Holmes Commercial College, Angela Callan — Arts, Monash University, Kim Wood has been working as a Laboratory assistant at Monash University.
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Engagements Diane Solomon to Gordon McRae Lindy Morwood to Barry Everest Wendy Hambling to Peter Flynn Marion Fagg to Andrew Vile Debra Morwood to Hyla Gimblett Tracy Bucknall to Andrew O'Kane Julie Martin to Stephen Hagans Wendy Storey to Paul Gekkas
Marriages Lesley Carew to Peter Constable Cheryl Hand to Philip Taylor Jacqui Van Enst to Colin Gray Kate Aisbett to Geoff Poolen Jennifer Lyons to Paul Jones Carolyn Dimmick to Brian Malloch Christine Purdey to Thomas Becker Susan Neilson to Nick Lynch Lisa Hocking to Peter Yoeman Jan Marendaz to David Davis Wendy Hambling to Peter Flynn Fern Deller to David Blackman Susan Baker to Gary Wishart Christina Blyth to --- Hindmarsh
Births Mr. & Mrs N. Cameron [Janette Bath] — son Mr. & Mrs J. MacPherson (Cheryl Richmond) — daughter Mr. & Mrs L Palmer (Kathy Lloyd) — daughter Mr. & Mrs T. Young (Anne Chirnside) — daughter Mr. & Mrs T. Gilmore (Carolyn Richmond) — son Mr. & Mrs J. Forrester [Margret McLean) — son Mr. & Mrs P. Christensen [Robyn Herd]— daughter Mr. & Mrs M. O'Conner [Janet Coults) — son Mr. & Mrs R. Booley [Elizabeth Scott) — son Mr. & Mrs R. Ballinger [Julie Winter) — daughter Mr. & Mrs A. Pearson [Jenda Renfrey) — son Mr. & Mrs J. Morm (Helen Freeman) — daughter Mr. & Mrs B. Elliott (Jennifer Warland) — son Mr. & Mrs D. Fox (Margret Davidson)— daughter Dr. & Mrs. I. Hargreaves [Heather Illingworth) — son Mr. & Mrs. A. Sinclair [Suzanne McVean) — a son Mr. & Mrs. B. Salt (Kym Atkins) — a son Mr. S. Mrs R. Jolly(Elizabeth VVhiteside)— daughter Mr. & Mrs T. Yelland (Eleanor Champion) — son Mr. & Mrs P. Roberts (Penelope Wilson) — son Mr. & Mrs G. Crowl [Judy Bennett) — son Mr.& Mrs & Schmidt( Michelle Henry)— daughter Mr. & Mrs G. Barker (Colleen Duthie) — son Mr. & Mrs. N. Watson (Mary Heard) — a son.
Obituary Stella Selle (Pagels) — a prefect when the school was at Roslyn. Her daughters Mary and Jessica both attended Morongo. Page 84
Mrs. Beverley Egan It is with regret that we say good-bye to Mrs. Beverley Egan, who, after eighteen and a half years of dedicated service to Morongo, has resigned due to ill health. Beverley first came to Morongo in 1969, to teach Grade 5, and since that time many children have passed through her capable hands, each made to feel important and special as they developed their individual talents As a member of staff, Beverley was always totally involved in all aspects of the school. We all remember her... ... being followed by a tribe of children, all waiting to carry her books, hold her hand, or just have a word with her. .., in a slinky green evening frock, gyrating to the wild strains of some rock music in the staff concert ... being a most one-eyed and loyal Harris supporter and a wonderful encouragement to the fledgling rowing crews ... going to visit the Queen, dressed for the occasion in red, white and blue! ... being a great competitor and a keen participant in all staff - student matches ... on casual days, looking the perfect Morongo student her hair tied back, her blazer neat, and even the top button of her shirt done up. Beverley had a long association with the school as a student, old girl, and parent Altogether, she has had ties with the Morongo community for over forty years. In all of these areas, she has given loyal and dedicated service, and Morongo thanks her. We now wish Beverley a speedy recovery, and a long and happy retirement L,L.