The Magazine of Purley Boys' High School





Editorial . .


School Trip to Paris


A. L. Payne


Poetry and Prose Contributions


G. C. Pettitt


Chemical Society






View from the Staff Room


Railway Club

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View from the Lower School


Computer Science

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View from the Prefects' Room


Philatelic Society

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Parents' Association

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A Canadian View of Speech Day .







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"Much Ado About Nothing"







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Sports Concert . .




Second Form Drama Competition



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Summer Concert



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School Music



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Summer Fete



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Sixth Form Sponsored Walk



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Fifth Form Citizenship Course


Staff Cricket . .

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Norfolk Broads Expedition


Senior House Football

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Arran Expedition . .


Junior House Football

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Pennine Way Expedition



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Skiing Holiday


Athletics . .

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Whitsun Holiday in Wilderswil


Old Purleians

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School Trip to Germany . .



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1971 saw a change of status for the school, from Grammar to Comprehensive. However, thanks to a remarkably smooth transition, it seems that Purley High, as it is now called, will not suffer a radical change of character, despite the fears voiced by some, provided the present level of co-operation between Staff, Prefects and the Senior School is maintained, there need be little concern for the future.
To turn to more pleasant subjects, there was a large amount of pupil participation in the Sixth Form Walk, "Much Ado About Nothing" (in conjunction with the Girls' School) and the indefatigable Sports Concert, the record success of the Fete, and the many musical concerts. The latter were almost entirely due to the ambition and expertise of Mr. Bell. He attempted several modern works, and though he was only a temporary addition to the staff, he certainly made his mark. Mr. Pettitt and Mr. Payne also made their presence felt, though in an obviously more permanent way. We wish them both a long and happy retirement. The school will also lose the services of Mrs. Eneas, Mr. Yorke and Mr. Bowen, to whom we give our thanks and best wishes.
Finally, we would also like to thank the members of staff (especially Mr. Shirley) and the other contributors to the magazine, without whose assistance we would have been lost.

Mr A.L.Payne & Mr C. C. PETTITT Retire

Arthur Lawrence Payne was educated at Bath Grammar School and the Bath School of Art. His studies then continued at the Royal College of Art, at the conclusion of which he was awarded A.R.C.A. in 1934.
Before coming to Purley he taught at Wirral Grammar School and at the Bath School of Art. He was appointed initially to Purley in 1938 "to teach for two days each week". This commitment was however increased to "five days per week" in 1939. Thus, for over thirty years, thousands of boys at Purley benefitted from the help, advice and teaching of this most gentle of men.
Lawrence rarely complained, even though at times he was called upon to teach large groups in very cramped premises. He regularly taught groups of thirty sixth formers, some of whom were following Advanced Level courses, others Ordinary Level courses, and the rest studying art merely as a relaxation from their academic work. He always came out of these schizophrenic situations smiling and cheerful and despite the fact that the art classes were usually filled to capacity, he would never turn away extra pupils "so long as they were really interested and would benefit from inclusion in the group".
For many years Mr. Payne graced the hall with his art and pottery displays and with the most realistic scenery he painted for many school plays, operas and Sports Concerts. On several occasions as the curtains have opened at a school production audiences have applauded at the appearance of the set.
He has now retired from teaching to sketch and paint in the peacefulness of the countryside and his own home. We sincerely hope that both he and Mrs. Payne will enjoy a long, happy and healthy retirement.


This summer saw the departure of Mr. Pettitt who had taught at the school since 1962. He taught both French and Russian and did so with thoroughness and patience, but he will be best remembered for the annual trip to Paris made at the close of each summer term. Without his leadership no Paris visits would have taken place. He conceived the project in the first place, and planned all the details so thoroughly that little change was necessary in subsequent years. His first consideration was for the welfare of the party, for which he took full responsibility and endless trouble, and the way he handled the French authorities in order to obtain the best conditions was always a source of admiration to us. His knowledge and love of Paris and of the French language was immense, and he was constantly concerned with awakening in us an understanding and appreciation of French history and culture.
These four short days were of great significance to us, staff and boys, as a rich and lively experience and those of us who helped and accompanied him know how these nine annual visits were always happy and successful.
We extend to him and his wife our best wishes for a long and happy retirement.

Obituary Mr Mike Bonsier

In July we were saddened to hear of the death of Councillor "Mick" Bonsier who had been a Governor of the School for many years. He was a most loyal supporter and friend of Purley. A very energetic man, he gave generously of his time to the local community in general and to the service of youth in particular. He was a very busy man, involved both in commerce and community life, yet he had all the time in the world for those who needed his support, help and advice.
"Mick" never put himself first-he would stand in the wings at Sports Concerts, having "made-up" fifty or more faces, inspiring terrified first-time performers-he would regularly attend every performance of a school play or concert. He was adept at helping new members of staff to feel at ease in his presence and talk openly of their worries, difficulties or frustrations. He was willing to share in every way in the life of the School, for which he always showed such affection.
He was a genial, contented and peaceful man-always in command of the situation and never at a loss for a humorous remark or a sympathetic smile.
"Mick" Bonsier loved people, and gained his reward in making their lives more happy. He can never be replaced, and by those who were privileged to know him, he will never be forgotten.

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A year of changes that prefaced the great change. Yet work progressed successfully. For example, more boys than ever before gained places at university, and concurrently, activities of all kinds have expanded. Music seemed to provide the greatest evidence of expansion. With Mr. Lunn's Folk Club burgeoning, the staff room is often littered with guitars, mandolines, banjos in various states of repair or disrepair. Assemblies on Fridays have had the hymn accompanied by the orchestra or wind ensemble. The concert during the Easter term, massive in its proportions, carried reverberations into every department before and during rehearsal and performance. Add to this, every day some musical sound-sometimes let it be said discords-emanated from room 46 as lessons on all types of instruments were given to so many boys. Music certainly makes its presence felt, or to be exact, heard, but no other activity indicates quite so well that a school is alive and working.
Drama, too, lived up to the title of the Christmas play "Much Ado'", with more and more boys taking part in the Speech Day entertainment, the School Play, the Sports Concert, and finally the great number involved in the Second Form Drama Competition at the end of the Summer term.
But of the greatest significance to the staff was the future reorganisation.
It may not be widely known that on the last day of each term, when all is quiet, the staff meet to drink the surplus funds of the "Tea Swindle". At the end of this year the staff met and drank two toasts: the first "To Purley Grammar School", and the second "To Purley High School". So the change was noted. The reorganisation for which so much work had been done during the previous years was now nearly a reality. The Autumn term would see the change as a fact. Plans, forecasts, numbers, sets, options would soon assume human guise. Preparations would soon be put to the test by that most efficient inspector of quality control-the schoolboy. Time will tell.
But within the staff great changes have occurred. Mr. A. L. Payne has at last relinquished his presidency of the Art Room. His serenity and deep interest in his subject will be severely missed. His retirement will mean to him, not leisure, but the opportunity to increase his own private output. Mr. C. Pettitt, Head of the Russian Department, also retires. He will now be able to commute to France more often. We wish them both well in their well deserved retirement.
Mr. Openshaw no longer towers over us. He leaves us to become Head of the Biology Department at Selhurst High School. We congratulate him on his promotion, and on winning first prize in Guinness Awards for serving school teachers for his thesis on Marine Biology. Mr. Yorke goes to Ermystead Grammar School, Skipton, as Head of the Craft Department. His departure leaves the Staff Cricket XI severely depleted. Will it recover from the blow?
Mr. C. Bell, after two terms and two concerts, goes to the Strand School.
Mr. A. L. Bowen goes to become Head of Chemistry at Ringwood School, Hants., while Mrs. E. M. Eneas, though she still is often in the staff room, goes to teach at Fairdene Preparatory School.
All these friends will be missed. We wish them every success in their new posts.
Naturally these departures mean that there will be many new faces in the staffroom.

We welcome them all and hope they will be happy within Mr. G. Atherton, to teach Metalwork.
Mr. A. G. Crosskey as Head of the Music Department. Miss R. A. Dive to teach Biology for a term.
Mr. W. Richmond to teach Biology. Mr. M. Stayton to teach Chemistry.
Mr. V. H. Terry to teach Mathematics.
Mr. A. T. Thomas to be in charge of the new Remedial Mr. R. D. Weatherill to be Head of the Art Department.
Mrs. V. F. Clarke to teach Geography, part-time. Mrs. M. Vellenoweth to teach Art, also part-time. Mrs. J. Upson joins the overworked office staff.

September loomed large in 1971. Preparations for receiving boys from Taunton nor and Woodcote proceeded smoothly and by the end of the summer term it was possible to say that at least one member of staff was known by each boy transferring & the feeling developed that the school would more than cope with the new situation, to the point where reorganisation ceased to be a consuming topic of staffroom conversation. In a way the third year bore the brunt; after all they would be hosts and they could not for long forget the obligations thus entailed. Critical self-inspection has found us adapting to meet the needs of the full cross-section of community rather than catering solely for the more academic boy and seeking ways to make the new boys feel at home. The Lower School of course will dwindle in numbers facing complete absorption into an amorphous fourth year mass, but it is hoped that Purley High School will contain the best traditions of the old community.

Certainly the juniors have been as active as ever this year in a great variety of sports, societies and school productions perhaps especially our last first formers; we shall certainly miss their willing hands and cheerful smiles.

The beginning of the year saw yet another innovation in the prefectorial system, rely, the appointment of two vice-captains. Gregory Carter was chosen to look after erring Juniors, and Steven Scott the Seniors. In fact, by the middle of the term a third vice-captain was appointed to try to maintain an even balance between prefectorial duties and academic studies. This gave a total of three vice-captains.

The prefects this year made an attempt to restore to the School some of the discipline that had existed when they were in lower forms, and which of late had seemed absent. This pattern of thinking led to many a fiery confrontation from which I am convinced we all benefited.
For most people being a prefect was an enlightening experience, presenting ample opportunity for amateur studies in psychology and human relationships. Throughout the year the results of throwing twenty-two boys together were manifold, promoting many discussions and formations of strong friendships. Perhaps as a result of the closely knitted
friendships, however, there also developed a rift between the prefects and the rest of the Sixth Form. Obviously in the future much care and attention must be taken to avoid a recurrence of this unfortunate situation, and a little more tolerance and understanding by all concerned would help.
Finally, looking forward to next year and the coming of the comprehensive system, I am sure many difficulties are to be faced, and that next year's prefects can play an integral role in implementing a smooth transition. With this in mind, I will take the opportunity of wishing them all well in their task.


David Dolson, L.VI.W.
As a result of last year's Speech Day, the first for several years, the event was again included in the calendar as an important occasion. Being Canadian and therefore unfamiliar with Speech Days, I anticipated a new and informative experience.
The evening started with a presentation of Mozart's "Minuet and Trio" from Symphony No. 39 and Mendelssohn's "Dance of the Clowns" which, although it lacked polish, was certainly enjoyable. This was followed by "The Voices of Britain" in which a group of middle school
boys illustrated the large variety of regional accents in Britain. Variety there certainly was, although I found the voices too obviously forced.
What followed was the "meat" of Speech Day: the Chairman's introduction, the Headmaster's report, and the presentation of prizes. Before giving out the prizes, Mr. Weightman, Mayor of Croydon, gave us an interesting talk on tradition and change in the school. The Headmaster's report followed, which is especially valuable in that it gives an accurate
account to the parents of what has occurred in the school over the past year, thus verifying or correcting the often unreliable or non-existent reports of the pupils.
The prize-giving appeared to me simply as a series of students going up to the stage in a blaze of glory to receive a figurative pat on the back for working particularly well.
Coming from a school system in which one works towards the end of the year with no prize at the finishing line, I found their presentation a tradition which is good in its own way but nevertheless unnecessary. Virtue reaps its own reward.
Although parts of the programme were quite interesting and entertaining, the very nature of Speech Day inevitably makes it one of the less interesting events on the calendar despite the additions. Nevertheless, I still feel that it is a worthwhile part of the school year.


The opening night of this year's school play, "Much Ado About Nothing", provided drama off-stage as well as on as Martin Smith, following an interview at Cambridge, was still anxiously awaited, minutes before the curtain rose, by a worried cast. Finally he arrived, and all concerned breathed a heavy sigh of relief. After a hesitant start the cast soon settled down. The main plot, involving the supposed animosity between Beatrice and Benedick, gave Martin Smith and Diana Marchment ample
opportunity to display their acting skills. The sub-plot presented
us with the love-sick Claudio and Hero (Stuart Fermor and Daphne Gabriel) and how they are almost thwarted in their plan to marry by the villainous Don John (Steven Samuels) and his partners in crime, Borachio and Conrade (Nigel Morris and Nicholas Sorenson). Needless to say, all ends happily.
Without doubt the funniest scenes in the play, involving the constable and his followers, were made even more enjoyable by the original treatment of voice and mannerisms, on the part of Robert Spendlove who played the constable, seemingly enjoying the dialogue as much as the audience. His partners Verges (Andre Walton) and the unemotional sexton (Ian Tucker) complemented his idiocy and incompetence with a well-acted
idiocy of their own. Nick Everitt, Brian Head, Colin Giddens and Alan Kemp all gave valuable support, particularly in the dramatic marriage scene, and it was encouraging to see younger boys such as Balthasar (Matthew Fox) to whom we shall look in the future. Thanks should go to Mr. Jenkins, the producer, Mrs. Weatherill who assisted him, Mr. Lunn who provided the music, and the girls from Purley Girls' School without whose assistance no production would have taken place.

As a footnote it is worth recording that this play saw the last dramatic appearance on the school stage of Martin Smith who, if my addition is correct, took part in nine school plays during his school career. This is almost certainly more than any otherpupil in the history of the school achieved, and it is unlikely that such a total will ever be emulated, let alone beaten.

Jonathan Cave, L.VI.W.
Despite a poor response from members of the school to the call for contributions, Mr. Love managed yet again to gather enough items to produce a Sports Concert which was enjoyable if not wholly successful.
The opening number "There's No Business Like School Business" was admirably performed with great verve and enthusiasm by a large proportion of the Lower School, some of whom were also involved in "First Aid", "Cry, Baby, Cry!" and "New Boy'",sketches which were well presented. A really outstanding item was "We've Lost Things", a short, very effective sketch written and performed by Bramwell and Couch of 1 C. Musical
items were well placed and cleverly presented, with the exception of a rather tedious recorder group, and Scott Mackie"s dramatic recitation stirred even the most unimaginative members of the audience. The first half concluded with "Speech Day", an extremely successful farce, highlighted by Mr. Gregory's orchestral efforts.A supposedly "lively" Mexican piece played by a somewhat tense and inhibited guitar club
opened a second half, which this year contained a short drama production
an excerpt from "Macbeth" acted by several members of the Third Form. Sadly the wooden figures of Banquo and Macbeth were outclassed by three spine-chilling witches. Simon Underhill's folk group made a good impression, but "'Ole in the Road" with Messrs. Patterson and Love was a little too long to sustain the laughter of a patient audience. In
contrast I found the more spontaneous "Bold Gendarmes"' with the same duo hilarious. Mr. Patterson's epic recital of "Katmandu" with Neil Foxlee and Charles Whitmarsh also proved a real "show-stopper'". "Swinging Indian Club" was possibly the most original item of the evening, and once more this year we were pleased to see Mr. Fishlock back on the stage with
a recitation entitled "Lucille". A set of parodies, some of which were excellent, provided a traditional finale to Sports Concert 1971, an enjoyable production of a high standard.
Our sincere thanks to Mr. Love whose name is inseparably associated with the Sports Concert, and rightfully with its success, and thanks also to Mrs. Weatherill, the stage management, the lighting crew and the large numbers involved behind the scenes.

The Second Form Drama Competition was held for the first time this year under the direction of Mrs. Weatherill. The audience was made up of the first and third forms, and the adjudication was made by Mr. Hughes, to whom the school is grateful.Each class performed a different play, and almost every boy was involved. 2A began with "The Ragged School" by Bill Owen, which showed the plight of abandoned children in nineteenth-century London. The leading role, Cripple, was played by David Little who dominated the stage, and successfully quelled all rebellion from
his mutinous gang. The action moved swiftly, and the attention of the audience was held throughout.
Next came a play called "The School Flay" performed by 2B, which took the form of a play within a play. Featuring Mr. Lunn as the master and the boys as themselves, it had clearly been well rehearsed and the timing was good.
The third production was "The Boy Who Wouldn't Play Jesus" by Bernard Kops. It was about a group of boys performing a Nativity play, who find a picture of a Biafran child and decide for themselves that the Nativity is not what Christmas should really be about. It combined humour with a serious moral message, although I found the tear-jerking end a little overdone.
Prizes were given for the best actor and the best supporting actor in each play, and awards were presented to David Little and John Lemmon in 2A, Paul Randles and Peter Walsh in 2B, and Denis Bainbridge and Kevin Day in 2C. The central idea of the competition, to involve as many boys as possible, is good. Let's hope that it will continue next year.


Summer Concert.

With its usual gusto this opened with the Sullivan's evre popular "Peers March". This was followed by the Violin Ensemble, which responded well to Peter Hayden's conducting, and several items by various combinations of brass and woodwind were greatly appreciated for the obvious versatility and enthusiasm of the much-enlarged orchestra. William Walton's "Facade" Suite provided an amusing contrast, and the unity maintained between the eight speakers and the two pianists, Steven Robertson and John Guerrier was admirable.
Once again Mr. Loveland turned out a highly polished Madrigal Choir which sang three madrigals, managing, as we begin to expect from his hand-picked group, to combine precision with beauty.
The first half ended with a Second Form play "The Boy Who Wouldn't Play Jesus", which was performed with marked sincerity; not only were we made to laugh, but also to see the significance of the play, which featured Nicholas Grady, Paul Cocks, John Burchett as shepherds, and Denis Bainbridge as John.
The Concert's finale was the opera "He Who Says Yes" by Kurt Weill. Once again the school orchestra excelled itself under the directions of Mr. Bell, and the choir also held its own in this often tricky work. Miss Jones, Nicholas Sorensen and Nicholas Grady all sang and acted with conviction, as did the "students" David Bunkell, Nicholas Ananin, Martin Camden, Nicholas King, Steven Robertson and Robert Shove. In both the play and the opera, Mrs. Weatherill's production played an important part, and it is to Mr. Bell's energy and skill that we owe the high standard achieved in the music.

The longest Wimbledon men's final for many years did little to prevent the attendance of a massive crowd in perfect sunshine last July 3rd and the consequent production of the biggest profit yet. Generally reckoned the best Fete so far, it certainly resulted in the involvement of more than 350 people-boys, parents and staff, and left the feeling that the School is a really thriving community. Preparations began way back before Christmas, getting help, acquiring goods of all sorts and producing the programme, and continuing with increasing urgency into the summer -a major effort going into shaking everyone out of their lethargy and the feeling that "it must be alright on the day"; thanks to the Fete Chairman and his helpers everything happened without a hitch and the School has the great good fortune to be in line for a further financial boost of well over 1,100.

My main objectives at the school were to increase considerably the number of boys participating in choral and instrumental music. The chief result of this was the very large forces used in two performances of Carl Orff's "Carmina Burana" and the large choir used in the opera "Der Jasager".
The school orchestra appeared for the first time in Assembly, not only playing the hymn but often an orchestral piece. Eventually there was an orchestra for Junior Assembly on Wednesdays, Senior Orchestra on Thursdays, and Full Assembly on Fridays. Another innovation was the appearance of the orchestra and wind band at the Summer Fete playing on the Pavilion steps.
Besides the frequent rehearsals by choir and orchestra, weekly practices were initiated for wind and string ensembles. A music club was formed and these meetings proved very popular, as for instance when Miss Jones sang. Each meeting combined recorded music with "live" items from staff and pupils.
I should like to express my thanks to the visiting instrumental staff for all their work and I hope that music, especially in its practical forms, will flourish at the school in the future.


When the Upper Sixth took over the common room in September of 1970 it was in dire need of renovation in the form of new furniture and various fittings. It was decided that we should go on a sponsored walk in aid of the common room; so on Sunday, October 18th a large group of Sixth Formers left school at 7.30 a.m. for Brighton in the school bus.
On arriving at Brighton, in brilliant sunshine, we set straight off back to Coulsdon, but walking this time. The full length of the walk was 38 miles, from Preston Park, Brighton, to Coulsdon Post Office car park. Some dropped out on the way from exhaustion or blistered feet, but the bulk of the group had finished by about 9 p.m. on the same evening. After a most enjoyable and strenuous walk I am sure that most of the participants were glad to be home.
The thanks of the Sixth Form must go out to Mr. Rainforth for organising the walk and to the many parents, teachers and friends of the School who controlled the Check Points and supplied us with very welcome drinks and snacks. I must also, I am sure, convey the thanks of the footsore and weary walkers who were picked up by the many patrolling cars along the way.
I am sure that all of the boys who limped around school on the Monday morning felt that it was well worth while as we were able to buy chairs, carpets, tables and other things, which make the common room more habitable, from the total of 450 which was raised from the walk.
A pleasant sequel took place during the Summer Term, when the Committee invited those Parents and Staff who had helped on the walk, to a social evening in the Common Room. This proved a most enjoyable occasion for all concerned and one which might well be repeated in the future. The whole venture illustrated very well what can be achieved by pupils, parents and staff working together in a spirit of co-operation towards a common end.

After the strain of the exam season, most of the remaining Fifth Formers were thrust into a series of visits and lectures known collectively as the "Citizenship Course".
Some of the visits were extremely successful. Mr. William Clark, the local M.P., led a conducted tour of the Houses of Parliament which proved to be both interesting and highly informative. Other visits were arranged to places as varied as the Kodak factory and Croydon Quarter Sessions. For the scientists there was the Laboratory of Government Chemists and a visit to the Museum complex in South Kensington.
The visit to the Shell Building in London proved to be particularly popular, with both a film show and free coffee and biscuits to keep the party happy.
The visits as a whole were characterised by very fine weather, though the unreliability of the School bus did cast a shadow over two of the excursions.
The series of lectures were not the "Essay in Acute Tedium" that had been fearfully anticipated. Mr. Tom Chapman gave a refreshingly honest talk on the Trade Unions, and certainly managed to stir up a great deal of interest in that vast and much publicised subject. The ebullient Miss M. Quass gave a comprehensive lecture on the United Nations. The lecture subjects varied from the Old Purleians to a career in the Army. Mr. Mant deserves thanks for organising the careers day incorporated in the course, but most of all we would like to thank Mr. Rainforth, without whose labours the course would not have been possible.

At 7.30 a.m. on the cold but fine morning of the 17th April, thirty-three boys and four masters assembled at the school to be compacted with a vast amount of luggage into the school minibus driven by Mr. Shepherd, Mr. Mant's land rover, Mr. Banks's car, and a minibus lent by Mr. Goodman and driven by Mr. Akers. A further three boys from the South Godstone area were transported by one of our parents, Mr. Keen, to whom we are most grateful. After an easy journey, the whole party arrived at lunch-time within half an hour of each other, to be met on the quayside by a calm Mr. Jenkins who had travelled up the previous evening.
Waiting for us were five large cabin yachts and three half-deckers, and after our experience of the previous year the belongings and stores were soon stowed away, and all the boats had set sail by 3.00 p.m.
The three main features which stand out already were the keynote of the whole week's sailing. The weather was fine, sunny and warm at times, a vast amount of nautical miles was covered easily and pleasantly, and an air of general efficiency pervaded the whole week, or certainly the first half of it. We doubled our mileage of last year by tackling the difficult tidal waters down to Yarmouth and then across Breydon Water to Lowestoft where we spent Monday night moored on Oulton Broad. The best sailing skill was evident on Tuesday, on the way back across Breydon, in the face of a head wind. Unfortunately, through lack of breeze in the early morning, not all the boats were able to reach the entrance to Breydon before the tide had turned, but nevertheless all the eight boats succeeded in sailing across and reached as far as Acle, where we spent Tuesday night. Suggestions that some boats used their motors and others even oars and punt poles were diplomatically evaded. From Acle the fleet set sail for Barton Broad where several of the crews switched boats and gained further experience in some generous and light-hearted racing. But it was en route for Barton Broad that one of the boats hit a submerged stake when tacking and eventually sank. For a long time some of us will remember the dinghy full of sodden clothes, sleeping bags and tins, followed by a cramped night with double the complement sleeping in the larger yachts. The Admiral's boat became known as the "refugee ship" and presented a rare sight of eleven boys sailing in a four-berth yacht. However, the boatyard had the sunken vessel repaired and renovated by the Friday to be handed back to its crew for the last day.

From Barton Broad the fleet split up, the more enthusiastic members sail Wroxham to visit a boat auction. With advice from Mr. Mant and Mr. Jenkins, Mr. Akers bought a sailing dinghy which eased the congestion for the return jo back through Horning and Potter Higham to spend the last night on Hickling Broad.
It was, indeed, a memorable week of fine weather and lots of sailing expel to be gained by all. Mr. Jenkins, Mr. Shepherd and Mr. Banks all went for an involuntary swim, as did several boys, during the various crises of the week. We remember the Admiral's propensity for cutting new channels in the tidal areas, sometimes let it be said with success, Mr. Mant's splendid sartorial standards, the grim determination of Mr. Jenkins to do everything except cook, Mr. Banks's tendency ( to make his boat resemble a second-hand clothes emporium, and of course Mr.  Shepherd's desire, and successful attempt even, to enter the submarine service.
Already seven boats have been booked for next year's expedition and hoped that it will be as successful and as greatly enjoyed as this year's was. In conclusion we do thank all those members of staff who gave up their holiday to make it such a worthwhile week.

A small group of boys plus Mr. Openshaw arrived at Euston Station on Mot April 15th to travel overnight to the Isle of Arran in Scotland. The purpose o visit was, together with several other schools from all over England, to begin a detailed study of the seashore of the Isle of Arran on an ecology course run b, Inter-School Christian Fellowship.
On the train journey we met other members of the course, and by the time reached our destination we were all fairly well acquainted. During our stay, were made to local beaches, and unsuspecting marine specimens were colt( and taken to Arran High School for identification and display. Lectures were c at the school, on topics ranging from oceanic currents to population on the sea by each of the staff on the course, whose knowledge and willingness to help always of a very high standard.
The completion of the course was regretted by all, as the friendly and infc atmosphere throughout had been conducive to the formation of new and la friendships. Once again we would like to thank Mr. Openshaw, always full of , remarks, and the other members of the course who gave very useful spiritual scientific guidance. The course was a great success, and all who attended left broadened minds.

The "0" levels having ground to a glorious halt, a party of eight Fifth For were hustled onto a train at St. Pancras Railway Station by Mr. Mant, assisted veteran of the Pennines, Richard Blewett. After a hot and tiring journey involved an hour and a quarter stop at a signal and an unscheduled change of trains at Skipton, our intrepid heroes left the "Thames-Clyde Express" only eighty-five minutes late, and set off to walk the southern half of the Pennine Way. Striding briskly up onto the moors, the party experienced for the first time the full effect of the brilliant sunshine. Water canisters were soon empty and our camp at Malham witnessed the first of many liberal applications of sunburn creams and lotions.
An excellent night's sleep in pleasant surroundings was enjoyed at Malham, marred only by the activities of an itinerant herd of cows, which somehow managed to get onto our site during the early hours of the morning. A few hours after our early-morning rodeo, we were beginning our first complete day's walking, an eighteen mile hike across open farmland to Earby, where several of us were amused by being asked: "Is thee goin' opp t' yout' ho'tel ?" Words we shall never forget.

It was at Earby Youth Hostel that our only casualty was discovered. As had happened in previous years, this Fifth Former was suffering from a form of food poisoning, probably caused by drinking infected water from a stream. His condition was not improved by the heat, which remained at a temperature of eighty or ninety degrees all the time we were there.
For the next couple of days the party split, so that two of the expedition members could take the lead in order to complete their Duke of Edinburgh Bronze Award hikes, the arrangement being to link up again on Stanbury Moor for the night. Needless to say, the two parties failed to find each other in the evening. Unforeseen problems arose, such as the fact that the main party had between them only one stove and one complete tent. We were fortunate in finding a dilapidated cottage in which we managed to light a fire and prepare to "rough it" for the night, ignorant of the fact that the three other members of the group were camping less than a mile away, with two stoves, two tents and most of our food!
We set off in good time in the morning, and climbed higher onto the moors. Here the Pennine Way winds up past the legendary Withens, an old stone cottage, now ruined, which is said to be the source of inspiration for Emily Bronte's "Wuthering Heights". The hike continued over some of the most spectacular moorland scenery we were to encounter, down to Mankinholes Youth Hostel, where a welcome cooked supper awaited us.
Roused in the morning by a record of the pipes and drums of the Black Watch (the hostel warden was Scottish), we consumed a massive breakfast and set off on our longest walk, the trek to Saddleworth Moor. Leaving behind the rolling hills and well-defined tracks, the last five miles involved a struggle through peat bogs, into which more than one of us fell and had to be dragged out. However, this was followed by what was definitely our most comfortable night under canvas, as the peat was found to be extremely soft and springy, giving a feather-bed effect to our aching backs.
The trudge across the peat-covered heights of Black Hill, followed by a long and pleasant ramble along a mountain stream to Crowden, marked the end of the expedition as such. From Crowden the party divided into groups of two or three in order to reach Edale before dark by any conceivable means, which turned out to be a mixture of hitch-hiking and public transport. Camp was set up on a public site at Edale, all but one member of the party having walked at least one hundred miles, a very creditable performance when one considers the lack of experience of many of the group. The success of the expedition owed a great deal to the careful planning and organisation done by Mr. Mant, for which everyone involved would like to give their thanks.

The abominable snowmen are normally sighted in the Himalayas; however, during the latter part of last December they seemed to have migrated and taken up residence at St. Antonien in Eastern Switzerland. At least, that is what one might have thought, judging from the strange group of snow-covered creatures skiing abominably down the slopes of the Raticon Slivretta range to emerge upon the unsuspecting villagers below.
The saga begins, as so many do, at Victoria Station. On the 27th December, a group of Purley boys assembled on Platform 1, confident that their two hours' training at Bowles must surely be adequate preparation for ten days' Grenoble standard skiing. Under the expert supervision of Mr. Shepherd and Mr. Shirley we "accidentally" found ourselves in a carriage dominated by the fairer sex. Our journey thus passed rather quickly.
Less than a day later this same group could be found fumbling with ski straps, preparing to demonstrate their newly acquired skills. Mr. Shirley's expertise was to be an example to everyone: so much so, that when we had our first professional lesson on the Tuesday morning, each one of our group knew the right and wrong ways to fall! However, the wrong methods were often favoured, as Havill's broken leg revealed.
As those who have seen out the Old Year will realise, getting up in the new one is by no means an easy matter: especially when it is not only the ski-slopes with "over-hangs". It was not pure coincidence that for that day, at any rate, the lesson with Adrian, the Instructor, was postponed until the afternoon. Having recovered, however, we were soon to consider ourselves proficient enough to tackle a journey on skis (almost!) to the Austrian border. The sense of achievement more than matched the sense of exhaustion resulting from this.
Tuesday the 5th January was a day of goodbyes. After a final ski and a very sad farewell to the much patronised "Bernie's", we set out from our hotel on our return journey. It was a much bedraggled and exhausted party which emerged from the train the following afternoon.
Thanks, admiration and sympathy were all earned by Messrs. Shepherd and Shirley for creating order out of possible chaos. The holiday was indeed a highly enjoyable experience, and one can only hope for a repetition some time in the future.

The decision to repeat the previous year's Whitsun week in the Swiss village of Wilderswil proved very successful. Opinions varied as to the miles walked but at least one pair of boots was worn through and boys returned decidedly fitter to England than they had set out. Every form of transport was tried and in the mountains we alternately fried in the heat and got wet through. Plenty of local contacts were made (Purley winning the inevitable football competition) and vast amounts of pocket money were spent in incredibly short periods of time despite Mr. Rainforth's valiant attempts to stem the flow.
Ideas varied as to the highlights of the holiday certainly not the train journey for Stoneham whose argument with part of the compartment fixtures resulted in a painful consultation with a local Swiss doctor who hadn't heard of anaesthetic; on the other hand a record five hour sleep was sustained by Hooley in both directions, no mean feat on a school holiday special which is definitely not to be recommended for more discerning travellers. The party laid on for us at the hotel provided the interesting spectacle of first formers dancing with people twice their age and staff members obtained a clean sweep in competitions to see who could yodel the best and who could drink the most out of a baby's feeding bottle, much to the joy of Purley boys used to being on the receiving end-such are the experiences of foreign travel . . . The return Channel crossing provided the worst moments for many of the party: the ship's announcer used the term "choppy" but according to a member of 2B "it was really gruesome" perhaps we shall fly next year.
A kaleidoscope of impressions remain: chalets, cuckoo clocks and cow bells, and a neat and orderly country where everything happens to the precision of a Swiss watch-all very nice for a week's holiday especially as a first experience of the continent, but it was amazing how quickly everyone melted away on the return to Victoria in the anticipation of the creature comforts of home.

At 10.00 prompt on Friday, July 16th, the Dover boat train pulled out of Victoria Station. On board were 36 Purley schoolboys and 3 masters. A smooth crossing to Calais and a fast train journey to Paris left us with time for a 7.30 p.m. supper at the Lycee and a walk down the brightly-lit Champs Elysees.
Friday's fast pace continued, when on Saturday morning a coach tour of Paris was highlighted with a visit to the Sacre-Coeur and Montmartre, with its famous artist's quarter. The afternoon was spent, firstly at the Louvre, which includes the Mona Lisa amongst its fine art collection, and then an invasion of a large store "La Samaritaine". The climax of the day was an enjoyable boat trip down the Seine at night.
Sunday morning found our party on the Ile de la Cite and the "compulsory" visit to Notre Dame. A lightning lunch was followed with a coach trip to Versailles. Good planning enabled us to see the Palace and the gardens, the latter with the
fountains in "rare action". Supper was provided at a nearby school and the coach trip home wound up a very interesting and tiring day, while others still found the energy to walk as far as the beautiful illuminated fountains opposite the Eiffel Tower.
Our final day started with a rewarding ascent of the Eiffel Tower. A quick lunch and then homeward bound by way of train, hovercraft (for the first time) and train again to London.
Our special thanks go to Mr. Pettitt and Mr. Payne, both on their final trips, having completed a grand total of 9, and to Mr. Rainforth for making this trip the undoubted success it was.

According to the school calendar, a party was due to leave for Hamburg on the 28th May. We did leave then, but our destination was Koniaswinter a charming resort on the banks of the Rhine.
Prices were as steep as the single track-railway which went up the hill, this meant that trips down to Konigswinter itself became major expeditions.
Prices, in fact, were generally high, but this did not dissuade people from buying all sorts of things, from cuckoo-clocks to bratwurst. We did most of our shopping in Bonn, where we also had a fascinating guided tour of the Bundeshaus and Cologne, where we went around the famous cathedral. Visits were also made to the racingtrack at Nurburg, where we saw an Indian film-crew in action, Rudesheim, which included a trip on a Rhine Steamer, and the Ahr valley. The latter was, for some, the highlight of the journey, since we visited a wine-cellar in Walporzheim, where wine was available by the glass and by the bottle at very reasonable prices.
When we were not "on the road", we managed to fit in swimming at the superb local baths, football and games of cards, including a whist competition which was luckily won by Savage and James. The weather was variable, but always good when necessary, and behaviour was discreet. There were a few unpleasant incidents, but these were soon forgotten, thanks to the fair, but firm control of Mr. Appleton. The otherwise uneventful return journey was marked by a rough crossing, which only seemed to affect the smaller members of our party. On behalf of everyone who went, I would like to thank Mr. Et Mrs. Bowen, Mr. Appleton (who, to his credit) tried out his newly acquired German at every opportunity, and especially Miss Jones, without whom the trip would have been impossible.



Nothing so fine as his shimmering body,
Nothing to equal the speed of his feet.
There unchallenged he stood on the hillcrest,
Unknown was the meaning of loss or defeat.

Proud of the herd that clustered behind him,
Waiting expectant for any small sign,
A lift of the head, a movement of limb,
Would send them away down the rocky decline.

Then swift as a deer he would follow their steps,
And, seeing that none were left lagging behind,
He'd take o'er the lead of the fear-crazed herd,
And gallop to safety as fast as the wind.

His instinct was true, his courage unfaltering,
At first signs of danger he'd urge them to run.
And travellers passing a few minutes later,
See only the valley and red setting sun.
Gary Kuhler, 4D.

SILENCE Mark Clark 4D
Silence is a vacuum of speech,
Of noise and communication. Silence is unreal,
Seeming ghostly, strange and eerie.

Look at the scene called life.
Reach for and turn down the volume knob.
Observe, for you can't hear:
The record spins, the vocal chords vibrate, The singer mouths words to a silent backing. Words are meaningless, music's scales are inaudible.

Look! You deaf-mute,
For now you have only one window to life


VOICE by Douglas Mitchell
The tree stood with imprisoned might
through the endless hours of darkest night,
with arms outstretched to catch the moon.
A shadow falls and then, too soon,
winds whisper, clouds declare their might
and nature begins the daily fight.

With a rush and a roar the wind sails by
like a spider toward the imprisoned fly.
The skies are filled with such distrust,
like the tree with leaves of blackened rust,
that flowers shut tight their petalled mouths
and silence greets these warring hours.

But, even after such a show of power, on the morrow
Beauty, for all of her strength and her wealth,
Finds, to her sorrow,
that Nature has destroyed only herself.

A flower with moistened lips and blood-red hair,
Falls foul of Adam's darkened snare,
puts on the coat of darkness there
and drowns, and drowns in putrid, putrid air.

For the day has begun and chimneys spew out
cloud upon cloud from an un-muzzled snout;
Engines roar and Nature cries,
and turns away her tearful eyes.

Mankind is blinded by a forbidden dream
that runs through his mind like a mountain stream.
A forest of glazed eyes stare at each other
with relationed love of sister and brother.
Murdered trees fill their gaping mouths,
and their eyes have bags of imprisoned flowers.

Within an eye were a pair of eyes,
Ancient now and filled with rain,
A darkened cloud hung to chastise, and
The woman stood with imprisoned might
through the endless hours of darkest night.

WATER Peter Allard 5D
Moist sweetness, when a carpet of dew covers the grass,
Glistening in the sunlight.
Colour in the sky.
A soft, refreshing liquid on one's face.
Damp coolness to ease the pain,
The soothing cupful.
Torrents of white beauty, The almost noiseless noise of dripping trees.

Water is the helper,
Water is the saviour and the merciful.
A pure, clear, holy temptation.
God will be with those who are tempted,
For Water-is Life.


Poem by Neil Foxlee, L.VI.W.

Morning breaks; the cold sunlight shines feebly over the grey-roofed town. In the deserted streets greasy newspaper blows in the blustery wind.
The chip shop, from where it came, is shut; its sun-flaked shutters swing aimlessly.
Everything is closed: the "Roxy", the "Empire", the candy-floss stalls, the novelty shops.
Everything is dead.

Especially the pier, the pier where last night lights flashed, people screamed and laughed,
Roller-coasters rolled, dodgems dodged, waltzers waltzed and Ferris-wheels wheeled,
All in an ecstasy of motion.

I remember the kids, faces sticky with rock, pleading with Dad for a few pence more;
Old ladies, clutching their handbags, feeding the open mouths of greedy slot-machines,
Somehow finding the strength to pull the levers, grasping and grabbing when the coins rattled out.

But that was last night. This morning I look out from the pier, I see oil-slicks floating on the incoming tide,
I see water sucking, rising and falling, black, evil water. I see slime from the depths, dead jelly fish, seaweed,
I see stagnation, cheapness, and a lingering death: The "traditional" English seaside town.

The ravens all are watching from a vantage point on high.
The black velvet sky is holed by sharp star-points.
The stones stand gaunt in the hollow light, as if made
of silver.
The stark trees like spiders crawling up the black sky-wall
stand sentinel.
And the owl is a deterrent to the errant living.

A WEARY RETURN Julian Eisner, 1.B.
Father and Mother, carrying suitcases filled with heavy clothes and souvenirs, hustled children, carrying buckets full of sand and shells into the car. One last goodbye to the landlady and they were off, hoping that their ancient chariot of a car would stand the weary journey home.
The children, with faces painted with icecream, sea-water and sand, fought noisily over the last sticky boiled sweet. Mother, exhausted by their summer visit to the sea, looked back and thought about their happy activities. She then looked ahead to the busy life in town, the hard labour at the pram factory with little pay, and wished that holidays could last a little longer.
Father, at his chariot wheel, shut himself off from his noisy family, and kept his eyes, shaded by sunglasses, tight on the busy road.
The journey seemed to take hours. The children soon got fed up with the dreary scenery around them, and decided to have a large-scale bucket battle. Sand went in every corner, seaweed went on every head, and shells went all over the rusty, rug-less floor.
Father, coming back to reality, stopped his ancient chariot, and threatened the children with a long walk home. The children then sat quietly for the rest of the journey.
Hours seemed to pass before they reached their destination, by which time it had got dark and the children had fallen to sleep on each others' shoulders, dreaming of icecream, sunshine, and sand.
Father sees his little house, and gives a sigh of relief. He turns the wheel, and with one last exhausted puff of power, his rusty car goes up the bumpy drive.
Doors are opened, children awakened, and one tired family stumble under the weight of suitcases, into their little home.

My Hero,
Handsome, brave and strong. My Hero,
To whom I belong. My Hero
Huh! How I was wrong!
Jeremy Seymour, 1 C.

As I grow older,
I am expected to be bolder,
To do this and that, without so much chat. There is a lot to be done,
A tablespoon of work, a teaspoonful of fun. I wish I could stay just as I am
And never have to be a man.
Stephen Tassie, 1 C.

WHO DONE IT? John Lemmon, 2A.
The gun lay empty on the floor;
No more bullets to fire.
A body lay in the open door,
Now no need to retire.

The killer, he got clean away,
Not the jail for him.
Then, the blood on the silver tray,
And the dent upon the rim.

Why no used cartridges in the gun ?
Why no shells in the man ?
Six bullets were in the gun,
Five holes were in the man!

All six bullets had been fired,
Where then lay the sixth ?
Detectives work till they are tired,
Yet still, where is the sixth ?

Now the body lay six feet under.
Buried are the answers, too.
Now the killer is home and dry,
The quest is left to you.

On the peaceful tranquility of the Guernsey beach the sun's rays beat down mercilessly on the prone bodies bathed in sun-tan oil. Other families munched their sandwiches and threw stones into the gently lapping sea, which continually battered
the weather-beaten shingle. Gleaming yachts glided swiftly past, cleaving their way through the deep blue water, like a knife cuts through butter. Everything was peaceful. Suddenly, a booming shot whiplashed through the monotony of the Guernsey beach. Women started screaming, and men craned their necks to get a view of what was happening. There was a splintering of glass, and a terrified, whimpering wailing came from the jeweller's shop across the dusty road. People started murmuring as an alarm bell rang, its clanging warning echoing around in the rocks. This was followed by another shot, and suddenly almost unexpectedly-a masked man, brandishing a sawn-off shotgun and carrying a bulging sack, entered into the sunlight and ran across the road. Everything went silent as all eyes turned towards the murderer.

Suddenly, the chug-chug of a fishing trawler broke the silence as it came around a bend in the rocks. A threatening growl rose as the people realised that h( was escaping on to the trawler. A few rose to their feet and walked forward a few paces. The escaper was still running, but he kept looking over his shoulder as more and more people rose to their feet, cutting off his escape route. Men, women an( children, all were on their feet now, advancing, advancing. The fugitive began t( panic, and began backing away from the approaching people, only to find he was falling into a crush of oncoming bodies. The escaper pulled the trigger of his shotgun and threw it away in anger and disgust when the result was a resounding useless click.
"Get away, get away!" he screamed, his voice pregnant with emotion an( fright. He fell on his knees, whimpering, wailing, pleading, as the jeweller had done The mass of bodies were almost trampling him, somebody raised a piece of woo( and brought it down on his unprotected face. A scream of agony, and then silence ... silence.

A full programme of films has been shown covering topics of both general an( academic interest. Many of these films were suitable for boys of any age to understand( and this policy will continue in future.
The practical meetings have been well attended on occasions, but only a fev boys make full use of the opportunity for performing additional experiments. Hayden gave a talk entitled "A Mathematical Approach to the Atom", and King spoke on subnuclear particles. It is hoped that in future more boys will give talks to the society on aspects of the subject which particularly interest them.

PART 2 of the Bourne 1970 is continued HERE