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The 1976 edition of the School Magazine will, I hope, be enjoyed by staff, pupils, parents as well as friends and visitors to this school. The magazine tries to present a record of the activities and events which take place during the school year. The reports of clubs, societies, sports results, articles on school functions, shows and competitions, give a clear picture of many of the out-of-school interests of our pupils. The creative side, prose, poetry and Art contributions repre­sent some of the work which comes from the class­room. Unfortunately, many school subjects do not easily lend themselves to representation in a school magazine. If you look instead at the very creditable examination results, or call in on Open Day, perhaps that gap will be filled. I should like to thank all contributors for the high standard of articles submitted, and I hope that those who do not find their work in print will not be too despondent, but will try again next year!   

Thanks too, to Miss Shone for her Art contributions and cover design, and to Miss S. Camilleri for the help in typing, and to my sixth form helpers: Mark Sheppard, Judith Whittle and Kim Stagg for their assistance. My grateful thanks must also go to Mr. V. Mule for the help he gave me in the making of this magazine. Until this year I had little idea of the various intricate processes which are necessary in the production of a school magazine. A final thank-you to our advertisers for their kind support and co­operation; I hope our readers will support them.

During the long summer holidays   it   would be helpful if pupils returning to school could re-assemble bursting with fresh ideas for next year's edition. All contributions gratefully accepted! And if members of the Upper School feel moved to volunteer their services, 

 A Corner of the Hall showing the Needlework display

I know they will be welcomed enthusiastically by the editor.

Imelda Dickinson


Many events and school activities over the past year will be covered in the pages of this magazine. In what follows hare I should like to mention some details to bring the record up to date since my last Headmaster's Report.
Turbulence is the min characteristic of the school and this is particularly true of the period under review. Between December 1974 and March 1976, the time of writing, 436 pupils have joined and 390 have left. With a changing population whose total is never more than 600 one might expect Tal Handaq to present an appearance of continual and violent upheaval but I am glad to say that is not the case. The apparent stability and calm are no doubt due mainly to the resilience of our pupils who adjust very quickly to their new school. I believe that newcomers are assisted enormously by the friendliness and help shown by
their fellows. The concern shown by parents to get their children into school as soon as possible plays its part. Their readiness to supply uniform ensures that newcomers at any rate outwardly are no longer distinguishable from other pupils and does much to help in the process of settling in.
In the last report it was suggested that 1974 examination results reflected a period of unusual stability and that it would be hard to match them in future. As expected, the 1975 results were not as good as those of the previous year. Nevertheless, for a school of this size and type the figures for CSE and GCE '0' and 'A' level examinations were very pleasing.
At 'A' level we had 14 subject passes. For 'O' Ievel we had 183 passes in grades A to C (comparable to the previous '0' level pass) and in CSE 412 graded results including 55 at Grade 1 — equivalent to '0' level.
In addition over the year we have had a good record in the Royal Society of Arts and Pitmans' examinations in
Commercial subjects. I should like to congratulate the pupils and on their behalf to express thanks to their teachers who coaxed, coached, cajoled and coerced them to such good effect. Examination results, it is generally agreed, should not be the only yardstick for measuring school climate. Other indicators are the behaviour of pupils in and out of school, the respect for public and private property, participation in out of school activities, the relationship between teachers and pupils, pupils' attendance records: parental support and approval.
On all these counts Tal Handaq has a good record.           
There is no room for complacency, however, as was made clear last Summer when it became apparent that some of our pupils had been guilty of serious misbehaviour, most of it, it is true outside school hours and away from school premises. Such events, particularly in our small community here, are bound to reflect unfavourably on this the only Service Children's Secondary School. In this respect, as in any other aspect of education the exchange of information between school and home and school and Service units
is essential. For my part, I shall continue to do all that I can to see that pupils behave well, in and out of school
and to ensure that parents are informed if I believe there I is any cause for concern.
With this in mind I welcome the arrangements made by the Officer in Charge Schools for the appointment of
Schools Liaison Representatives in Services units and UK Government Departments. Their function is of course in
addition to and not a substitute, for the links which already exist between the school and parents who, I trust, will
continue to feel that they can deal directly with us on any matter which concerns their children.

During the year there have been a few changes to the curriculum. Preparation for 'A' levels in the Sixth Form too
often means that educational breadth is sacrificed. This year General Studies, Archaeology and Use of English have
been introduced as 'minority time' subjects. Our 16 + students who do not proceed to 'A' levels are at a considerable disadvantage compared with their contemporaries in Britain. We cannot match the opportunities for further education, apprenticeships and other forms of employment and general facilities for work or training which are available in England.
In the one-year Sixth Course while students may have the chance to improve on their '0' level or CSE grades, the
emphasis has been on education for living rather than for examinations, with Humanities. Parentcraft and Do It Yourself activities. This year's General Sixth Formers have responded well and have made good use of their extra year.
In the Lower School the main innovation has been in the First Year too. The previous six streams have been in
placed toy bands each with two equal forms. Coupled with half-term assessments for all Lower Schools pupils this
has made it possible to overcome some disadvantages connected with the previous system. Elsewhere in the Lower School the aim has been to keep teaching groups as small as possible, particularly for pupils who need extra help. Without wishing to embark upon a lengthy discussion on progressive versus formal
teaching methods it appears to me that our children, many of whom have suffered from too many changes of school, benefit from a structured system in which they know what is expected of them and are given every encouragement to raise the level of their own performance.
In our curriculum modifications we were encouraged bythe comments and advice of Mr I. B. Butterworth one of
Her Majesty's Inspectors of School's who spent a week with us during the Summer Term and who undertook the formidable single-handed task during his short stay of looking into all aspects of the school's life. Mr. Butterworth seemed generally pleased with what he saw and, as do many other visitors he commented favourably on the appearance and general behaviour of the pupils and the school's friendly atmosphere.
In addition to their classwork pupils have been able to take part in a number of lunchtime and after-school
activities, many of which will be reported elsewhere in the magazine. The most ambitious was, of course, the Christmas production of 'Oh. What a Lovely War', which provided an admirable vehicle for the theatrical talents of senior, though still inexperienced, pupils and, in arousing a great deal of interest in the literature and history of the First World War stimulated much useful classwork.
The sporting side of our activities is dealt with in later pages. Notable successes were in the Malta Schools
Athletics meeting and in the M.A.A.A. meeting. In the production as in the numerous sporting and recreational activities teachers are involved, sometimes sharing the limelight as were the band for 'Oh, What a Lovely War', more often behind the scenes contributing or organising in a less spectacular but vital way. The school
is indeed fortunate that there is such a variety of talents among the teachers. I am very pleased to take this opportunity to thank them for all that they do. I consider myself fortunate to be Headmaster of Tal Handaq for many reasons not least of which is the support which I receive from the Staff.
I should also like to mention the service given to the school by the Warden, Mr. Hayman, and his team of
labourers and cleaners. The essential and never-ending tasks of keeping the school clean and tidy is, I am sure,
appreciated by everyone in the school.
Finally, in a year of increasing financial stringency, I am pleased to say we have suffered very little, thanks to the efforts of our administrators, purse-keepers, maintainers and suppliers. I should like to record our appreciation for all the assistance given by Flag Officer, Malta, the Officer in Charge Schools, Commanding Officers of Service units, the Regional Director of PSA/DOE, who has done so much to preserve the appearance and maintain the fabric of the school, and all those civilian and Service departments who have provided us not only with the 'standard issue' service and support, but who have willingly co-operated in meeting our at times out of ordinary requests for assistance. We are very much indebted to them all.


The death of Barrie Jones in a road accident on 19 December 1975 was a great shock to us all. He came from Treforest Secondary School, Pontypridd to Tal Handaq in September 1973. As form tutor, a teacher of woodwork and technical drawing, in his help with many activities, particularly the Karate Club and the Combined Cadet Force as a loyal and cheerful member of staff he contributed a great deal to the life of the school. He will besadly missed by pupils and colleagues. I know that his wife Susan would wish me to express her thanks for the help and kindness shown to her and the children Victoria and Katherine at the time of their sad loss.

                               THE WALL                        

The morning mist hangs over the wall,

the soldiers are raised with an early call

The Picts are coming to raid the wall,

the Romans are ready to defend it.

Hadrian's Wall is not very roomy,

the soldiers think it's rather gloomy.

The signal turrets are so small,

even though the wall is tall.


Hadrians Wall is very strong,

it stretches 73 mile strong.

The wall is wide,

so the soldiers can hide

Dawn Dawson 1.B2



CONTENTS               Page            MAGAZINE STAFF



EDITOR Miss I. D. Dickinson




Cdr. G. D. Stubbs


Miss S. Camilleri
CAREERS AT TAL HANDAQ 16 6th FORM ASSISTANTS M. Sheppard, K. Stagg, J. Whittle

 The Fox

At midnight in the forest                                                When the world is fast asleep,                                          The cunning fox from out his den.                                    Will slyly take a peep.

His eyes show great intention                                            His ears are pricked up high,                                             He creeps along from place to place,                                 To watch for passers by.

Then when the wayside's empty,                                    With his nose to his curved sharp claws,                            In a very weird and canny way,                                          He stops and takes a pause

Then into the barn he steals,                                                  To catch his midnight prey,                                             With a big fat hen, between his teeth,                               He bounds so far away.

Julie Fisher 2A.



We would like to wish Miss M. Sherwin a rather belated

greeting to Tal Handaq School. Leaving Duncan Bowen

School in Ashford, Kent, she joined Tal Handaq as Senior

Mistress in September 1975.

Miss Sherwin is no newcomer to Services Schools, or

to living overseas, having spend nine years teaching in|

Germany, most recently at Queen's School, Rheindalen.

Archaeology is one of her main interests; she once

spent a year in Egypt and the surrounding areas and is now

enjoying exploring the ancient sites of Malta. Her favouritemethod of discovering new places is by walking; she regularly       

 joins the Harrison Lewis walks round the island. The

theatre is also one of her chief pleasures and she visits the|

Manoel Theatre whenever she can.

Miss Sherwin enjoys many other interests outside

school, but finds she must limit them due to the size,

scope and facilities of the island. She is Very happy to be in

Malta and at Tal Handaq School and is looking forward to

that long, hot summer which everyone has promised her.



In January 1975 we were pleased to welcome Miss L.Shone, who is now an established member of the Art Department, and Miss A. Nelson who teaches Needlework and Craft.

       Easter 1975 saw the departure of Miss J. Walden to Manchester to study for a further Diploma in teaching, and the arrival of Mr. J. Slide to teach Commercial subjects. Mrs. P. Skellern was kind enough to take Miss Walden's place during the summer term.

       Summer 1975 saw a great number of staff leave the island to take new posts elsewhere. Miss P. Smith is now happily established in her new school in Oxfordshire; unhappily though, she never saw her car again after waving goodbye to it at Marina Pinto! Mr. J. Glover and Mr. J. Naylor returned to teach in their home areas - Cornwall and Cardiff respectively. Miss C. Walsh also went home to Cardiff — but to study for a diploma to enable her to teach English as a foreign language perhaps for another sojourn abroad? Mr. P. Wright is now working as a translator for the E.E.C. in Brussels, Mrs. S. Lynk left us to return to the U.K. and Miss S. Etchingham and Mrs. R. Thompson are both employed in different parts of Scotland.

     In September we welcome nine new members of staff: Miss M. Sherwin, Senior Mistress, Miss L. Curtis to teach French; Miss J. Rae to preside over the Pottery Department; Mr. P. Goss and Mr. B. Whewell to swell the ranks of the scientists; Mr. G. Davey to teach German; Mr. C. Laing for the Maths. Department (to say nothing of C.C.F.); Mr. B. Charnley to take over the running of the English Department and Mr. I. Hesketh to take Miss Walden's classes.

    While awaiting two other new members of staff (whose schools loved them too much) we persuaded Mrs. K. Porter and Mrs. S. Lawrence to leave their household chores for six weeks to teach girls' Games and History respectively. In October Miss M. Loughran and Mr. C. Christmas (without his Santa suit) relieved the ladies from their duties.

    At Christmas, Miss M. Clarke, the school secretary, gave up the trials and tribulations of the office to become Frau Kiefer; she and her husband remain in Malta. Her successor is Mrs. M. Clarke (conveniently) who began working  for the school shortly before Christmas.

   There were further changes at Easter 1976 when Miss J. Stansfield left and Miss D. Scott took her place; in addition there was another new member of staff: Mr. W. Lewington, to teach Woodwork. We expect to see more departures at the end of this term when four "old timers" of Tal Handaq at least!) fly away from Malta for the last time. Mr. D. Taylor, Mr. B. Menhams, Mr. C. Hancock and Miss J. Lattimer all leave us in July to begin new appointments. Good luck and best wishes to all of them



llth. October:


22nd. October:

Rear Admiral and Mrs. Cecil entertained to lunch by the Home Economics Department.

23rd. October

Royal Marine Band Concert at Australia Hall St. Andrews' Barracks.

29th. October: Parent-Teacher Evening 4th. Year.
llth. November: Parent-Teacher Evening 2nd. Year.
4th. December:

Air Commodore A.R. Steele entertained to lunch by the Home Economics Department.

5th. December:

Visit by the Rt. Rev. Mgr. Walmsley, Principal R.C. Chaplain to the Royal Navy.

10th.-13th. December:

School production of "Oh, What A Lovely War!"

15th. December:

Christmas concert for the Lower School.

5th. February: Parent Teacher Evening 1st. Year.

10th. February:

Visit by Rev. E.T. Bassett, Assistant R.C. Principal Chaplain to the  R.A.F.

17th. February:

Parent-Teacher Evening 5th.-6th.Years.

25th. February:

Farewell visit by Capt. P.O. Stanley, Officer in Charge Schools, Malta and Naples , to present school prizes for effort.

8th. March:

Visit by Mr. R. Hepburn of the Schools Council.

10th. March:

Parent-Teacher Evening 3rd. Year.

24th. March:

Visit by Cpt. M.F. Law the new Officer in Charge Schools, Malta and Naples.

27th. March:

Fashion Show and Cookery Display at Tal Handaq.

1st. April: Visit by Rear Admiral J.A. Bell, Director of Naval Education, Cpt. M.F. Law and Lt. Cdr. Cameron.

2nd. April:

Grand Opening of the new vivarium by Colonel Williams

4th.-5th. May:

Junior Schools' Music Festival at Tal Handaq.

4th.-25th. May: C.S.E. Examinations.
19th. May: Sports Day.

26th. May:

Open Day.
7th.-30th. June: G.C.E. Examinations.

8th. July:

Swimming Gala.
9th. July:

Visit of new First Year pupils and parents.







During a farewell visit to the school, Captain Stanley presented the prizes for endeavour.

 Captain Stanley came to Malta as Officer in Charge of Schools, Malta and Naples, in May 1973. During his appointment he has been responsible for a number of administrative changes. Decisions such as those to close St. Davids and Verdala Schools cannot have been easy, that the changes have been accomplished smoothly and with little inconvience to pupils, teachers and other school employees owes much to Captain Stanley. The setting-up of the Teachers' Centre at Mtarfa was a happier and no less successful innovation. At Tal Handaq we have enjoyed his keen interest in the school's affairs, his advice and assistance. Despite these economies which have been made our administrators, somehow, have never failed to meet the school's needs and indeed to improve conditions for whenever the opportunity arose.            

     S.C.E.A. wives have good cause to be grateful to Mrs. Stanley for her direction of their activities and her experience as a social worker has enabled her to help a number of Service families in Malta. Their generous hospitality at Cambridge House also earned the gratitude of all sections of the schools' community. Captain & Mrs.. Stanley take with them our thanks and our best wishes for the future when Captain Stanley moves to his new appointment as Director Naval Management Organisation.




1A1 David, BENCH


1A2 Anne, BIRN 3G Stephen, DOVE


3H Tanja, LEWIS

1B2 Dionne, ROSS


1C1 Mandy, LEE


1C2 Stephen, HALL

4K Philip, KITSON

2A Louise LATHAM

4L Suzanne, SYRAD

2B Jacqueline, HALL

4M Gillian, SPANTON


5J Penelope, DAVISON

2D Gillian, EVANS

5K Christine, MORGAN
2E Josette, VERNON 5L Patricia, RANSOM
2F Dawn, KELMAN 6G David, NORTH

6G Denise, POTTS

3E Patrick, KIDDLE


3E Mark, LLOYD

U6A Richard. HOWORTH


                      SCHOOL OFFICIALS


HEAD BOY: M. Barltrop. HEAD GIRL: V. Haste
  Prefects:  BOYS: R. Burns J. Davies R. Howorth M. Whelton D. Davies M. Hyland M. Dawson D. North S. Rippon T. Rowland M. Sheppard P. Traynor.
  Prefects:  GIRLS: JM. Glennon D. Jackson D. King L. Mockford L. Morris K. Morse L. Roberts A. Waghorn C. Williams N. Church A. Dowie J. Cartwright L. Graham L. Jeram D. Helliwell G. Male E. Graham C. Heffey K. Lamb J. Le Quesne J. Rennie M. Watts.

No, the title is not an advertisement but an announcement as to what is happening at Tal Handaq with respect to careers guidance.
The term "careers guidance" is relatively new in the language of the educationist. Not so long ago the mere mention of education for a vocation sent shivers down the spines of headmasters and other members of staff. Today we are more enlightened and accept the responsibility of not only equipping our senior students to take their rightful place in society and in their turn to become actively involved in the evolution of our culture, but also to make sure that they are sympathetically advised as to the types of careers available to them.
             Tal Handaq was lucky to acquire the services of a most enthusiastic new Careers Mistress, Miss Curtis whom most of the 3rd. Year students should have met for a personal interview by now. I have been doing the same with the 4th. Year and it is hoped that by the time this magazine is published all the 5th. and 6th. Year would have been interviewed by a visiting team of three Careers Officers from the United Kingdom.
           Of course, many parents get a little confused when children start 'being presented in the 3rd. Year with careers talks and become involved in interviews concerning job anticipation at the 16+ stage. The same parents I am sure encourage their offspring to clean their teeth because they know that if the child does not then sooner or later toothache and all that we associate with it develops. That's really what Careers Guidance is all about, the sooner we start the less likelihood of "careersache", if there is such a word, developing.
             What then are we doing at Tal Handaq about careers guidance? In support of the year interviews, previously mentioned, the students have the use of a large Careers Room which contains masses of relevant literature, attractively displayed on tables. Each table is sub-divided in areas where all the literature available for a particular range of careers, say Nursing, is on display. This literature is constantly being vetted and kept up to date, a no mean
feat when pay scales seem to change every other month. For those who wish to go on to further education. Universities, Polytechnics, Colleges of Education and the like,  a very large cupboard houses a wide selection of syllabi and material concerned with courses available in the United Kingdom. This is all backed up by a suitable selection of career books, film slides and tape-recordings.
               As Careers Master, it might be helpful if I mention which particular problems I experience in Malta, First! there is the problem of "Dad's posting." Most fathers only get about three months notice as to the whereabouts of their new station. Consequently when a 5th. former eventually gets around to applying for a job in say Wiltshire because Dad has been posted to Brize Norton, all the trainee jobs in that area have gone. Let's face facts, young people who are due to leave school in the United Kingdom this July started applying for jobs at Christmas so what chance have those returning from Malta?
                   Secondly Dad has another year or eighteen months to do and his offspring has Just finished the 5th. Year course and the student does not really want to go on further education via the academic 6th. Form. Most parents naturally fall into the trap of entering their offspring for the 6th. General course, which although a good one should only te used for topping up minimum "O" levels and C.S.E and is after all only a one year course.
               What then is the answer to these two problems. I sought guidance myself on this one and a solution would seem is that for the benefit of the leaver, it is better to send them back to the United1 Kingdom to start the training at the 16+ stage. Yes I know this raises the eyebrows of some of the readers of this article but when you face the facts it is really only common sense. It is easier to get training jobs at 16+ rather than 17 + . Even if a young leaver does manage to get a five year apprenticeship say in Wiltshire, it is possible that some time during that five year spell, Dad will be posted elsewhere. So why not let the young leaver go home, ideally to stay with "family" and if not than at a hostel associated with his training company? The Government have a scheme for financially helping those "unfortunates" who have to train away from home so no one need be out of pocket. 

               Finally almost as an after thought what happens if a senior student hunting for a job in the U.K. from Malta fails to get one? I say almost as an after thought because it was not so long ago that our 5th. and 6th. formers on returning to the U.K. could usually acquire the sort of training that they had been thinking about for some time. Unfortunately this happy situation went by the board last year and it would seem that with so much competition from out of work young people in the U.K. this year our senior students might simply have to join the end of the queue.                                                          Fortunately there is an escape route and the advice that I have been handing on to some dejected students is to apply for courses at the new Colleges of Further Education. You see, a very real problem for young people today is to actually commence training and by doing so to acquire a skill which throughout the rest of their lives they can market, this of course, has always been the case. Unfortunately today training opportunities are being cut back, even after a Government incentive of 25 million pounds to industry, directed at keeping their training programmes going. If a young Tal Handaq leaver then fails to get a training position on his return to the United Kingdom a course of 12 to 24 months at the local College of Further Education would change his search pattern from "that of looking for a job that will train him/her in a particular skill, to looking for a job that requires a skilled person and along with this goes the special bonus of being able to move on with the family when "Dad's posting" once again appears in "Routine Orders".

M.G.A. CASELEY      Careers Master


After Mr. Ricketts' One Cent Fair held earlier in the year (to raise funds for Sports equipment, NOT for his new car) it was decided to hold a similar event, open to school and visitors, on Saturday October llth.

                 The Autumn Fair, organized by Mr. Latham, included Mr. Ricketts' competitive games, held on the Netball courts, and was a great success. The games, ranged from the more traditional Hoop-la, Treasure Hunt, Roll-Penny (cent,) throwing of balls into buckets with and without water, to the more unusual, which included: "Try To Score Like George Best", which was very popular, and the ingenious game of skill (!) which resulted in 6th form "volunteer" Jacky Le Quesne, being periodically drenched with water! (N.S.P.C.C. please note: it was a hot day, and she DID wear a bikini).

Besides the games there were stalls of goodies provided by pupils, parents and the H.E. Department, including the Tal Handaq Cook Book; a Tombola stall; and less energetic games, such as: "Guess the Weight" (of CAKES, not members of staff). And over the murmur of the crowds, the crashes, splashings, cheers from goal-kickers, shrieks from J. Le Q., there was Miss Lattimer's Record Request Show at three cents a go.

However, the afternoon was enjoyed by helpers and visitors alike, and it proved most worthwhile. After much delving into wallets and purses, £176 was raised (M not S) — £82 of which was sent as a gift from the school to the Guild of St. Helena and the remainder went to swell the coffers of School Fund.

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                     Ron Ransom's Musings

               (All right, then: an OLD Dugout.)

I'd like to make two things clear: First, it's now far too long after the production of 'Oh, What a Lovely War' for an ordinary 'crit' to be of any interest, which is why the following are merely the musings of an ordinary member of the audience who saw the show twice.                                                                                                                                                                                                                       Second, I take this opportunity of denying the malicious rumour that I was invited to attend as being the only person connected with Tal Handaq who can remember World War I.

I don't think anyone who hasn't lived through a world war can view this stage production with a genuine understanding of its basic attitude and atmosphere. (Which is known as Stirring it Up.) Arguments as to whether this was a happy choice for the School's December production are beside the point. It WAS chosen, and bearing in mind the very great problems confronting a youthful cast, it seemed to me that by and large it came off well.

Certainly the people to whom I deliberately spoke or whose comments I deliberately overheard appeared to have enjoyed it, which is presumably the final test. Well, there WERE two critical ladies, but their disapproval was . levelled the scriptwriter rather than the cast. One, all the way through, greeted each swearword with that noise usually transcribed as "Tut-tut". The other made the curious comment that it seemed odd to put on "an anti-Service play." Which it surely isn't. Anti-war, maybe. But not anti Service. Civilians who haven't ever known a war always assume that Servicemen are eager to die!

It is ungenerous to a Producer who must have face tremendous problems to say that there appeared to be a few examples of miscasting? John Davies might have been given more to do, and so, I thought, might Mark Sheppard. As Sir Douglas Haig he came over on the second night on which I was present better than he did on the first. Which can't be said about the audience, who on second attendance seemed very stodgy and unresponsive. Peter Traynor sang well on both occasions, and Lee Pape — who had a difficult role to pay — also gave a good performance.

The two 'stars' among the solo singers were undoubtedly Veronica Haste and Debbie King. Veronica's rendering of 'Belgium Put the Kybosh on the Kaiser' and 'I'll make a man of you' was exactly right. And her enunciation was perfect. As soon as I reached home I listened to my record of "the songs sung by the original 'Theatre Workshop' cast, and — as I supposed would be the case Veronica's words were more clear. Debbie's voice was delightfully sweet in 'Hitchy-coo' and most sincere and sympathetic in 'Keep the Home Fires Burning!, the effect in this second song being considerably enhanced by the convincingly "wrapt" expression on her face. I think she enjoyed as much as I did the moment during the harangue by the pacifist lady when for a few moments she assumed an accent very different from her normal pleasant one!

An incomprehensible thing to me was that Dave Taylor  was not called on stage for the final curtain. I know he was a "disembodied voice", but his four solos were a vital part of the musical side. Suffering from an appalling cold which was making him, cough and wheeze like a Bectrain camel, he sang his solos beautifully, his extremely pleasant tenor voice coming from off-stage with perfect — and in at least one case genuinely moving —clarity. If I'd been there on the last night, I'd have gone on shouting till he DID appear!

Summarising: the whole show 'hung together' and the mood came over remarkably well when one considers that young people of 17 or 18 cannot (fortunately) possess the experience which might serve as a background to an understanding of the cynical bitterness and fatalism which characterised the soldier of the

                                                                                               T. Rowland, J. Thompson, D. Beckett and J. Davies prepare for bayonet drill.

First World War at any time after about 1915. It's true, as one or two people have pointed out, that the diction of some of the male members of the cast was neither clear nor pleasing to the ear, but the critics may have have forgotten that the whole cast had perforce to be  chosen from a small group of pupils, and an habitual manner of speaking is hardly likely to be changed during the comparitively short period of rehearsal for a show.

Good, then. And enjoyable. And if not in the customary Championship class of Tal Handaq production, at least high in the 'Minor Counties' table! General ramblings prompted by 'Oh, What a Lovely War'  I wonder why World War I songs are, by and large, better than those which emerged from World War II? I can't think of many songs of the Second World War which would convey the Serviceman's view of life as did those his father sang 21 years earlier. It's strange to think that probably no one who saw Tal Handaq's production can remember the First World War, and perhaps for that reason it was a salutary experience for us to be brought up against the reality, even though it was thinly masked by songs and wisecracks. One person has told me that he believes some members of the cast were considerably shocked and sobered by the photographs which are projected as an occasional 'backdrop'.

"Oh What a Lovely War' is an entertainment, but one with a serious and emotional theme, and a person would have to be very soulless not to detect this. The scriptwriters handled the apparently conflicting elements very skilfully. The horror and misery of war especially, perhaps, of World War I) are there, but so is the inevitable cynical humour and ribald cheerfulness of the British soldier. And — to the amazement of almost everyone who has never served in the Forces — the pride which is even stronger than the memories of fear and slaughter. A pride which the British — with much laughter and blasphemous denial — could never admit, but which has been well summed by Eric Linklater, commenting on ex-Servicemen during the grim years just after World War I: "These slouching dolemen, these pot-bellied deformities, had once stood magnificent on parade, and marched behind the pipes with kilts swinging . . . They had worn the Red Hackle, and ridden on jolting limbers, and tasted with their ration beef the acrid smoke of danger."

Probably, in many ways, the most tricky production the School has attempted. The result was highly creditable, and was appreciated by a large number of people. I'm told that the melody of one of the songs heard In 'Oh; What a Lovely War' originated in the United States with a ballad concerning men "who were sentenced to transportation for a crime they had not committed. nd that, surely, is an accurate description of the Serviceman's fate in war — any Serviceman, in any war?


They play chosen this year was the musical 'Oh What a Lovely War' and it was put on in December. To some people a play tossed on the rigours of line first world war was not the ideal choice for a major school production. Who wanted to be reminded of the grim saga of wastage and suffering endured by the troops in a weary war? It says much for the production therefore that the reaction of the audience was one of sheer enjoyment edged with nostalgia and a little sadness, maybe. The music in the show is not original; it is packed with songs like 'Good-by-ee' and 'Keep the Home Fires Burning'. To most of us these songs were new but we grew to love them and felt 'tuned in' to them in no time at all.

The story is woven around the political and military events prior to and during the Kaiser's War (a term used to distinguish it from Hitler's War). It is a cynical account of the blunders and boobs of the High Command - - the professional soldiers on both sides

  The Irish Jig, ably executed by T. Rowland, M. Whelton and D.Beckett.

who sent their ill-equipped armies into a seemingly senseless,               bloody war that claimed millions of lives. We realize that to some of the audience the story was : probably too much of a 'knock' at Imperialist Britain.    In the outcome, I feel these opinions should be discounted for this play proved to be more than a pessimistic recollection of war. The message of the play cannot be ignored, and it was a sad message. But for the cast, it was from the first rehearsal Oh! What a Lovely Show to do ... I feel the cast is not meant to worry about the moral issues of the piece they are performing, so we all just did our best to make it a good show. From our point of view it was an excellent choice as a school play. Each of us had almost equal parts, with no principal parts as such. Most of us were on stage for most of these scenes and this gave a nice feeling of team-work and a happy atmosphere always prevailed. The play was one of the first to use film-slides - - scenes with captions being projected onto a backcloth during the unfolding of the story. I suppose it was mainly the boys' play and how could boys be self-conscious on stage while playing soldiers? But their versatility was called; upon too as each had a variety of parts and they did a great job on the different accents— Irish, French, German and American. The Irish jig scene was hilarious and the humour, bawdiness and depression of the trench scenes must have appealed as they came over very well. The girls in the company were not to be ignored of course. We added glamour, colour and dancing. Without us it would have been a!l uniforms and rifles. The touching songs appealed to the more sentimental females, while the boisterous and more military roles we were called upon to play were a challenge from the usual feminine roles.  Our show provided us all same wonderful memories, affectionate ones for everyone concerned with it and grateful ones for our super directing team. Many of us were sad that as 6th formers this was our last show at Tal Handaq. I hope our  successors get as much

M. Whelton, S. Rippon and C. Morgan representing satisfaction from future productions and that audiences will continue
                      the British Raj in India. to enjoy the high standard, now expected, of the school's efforts.



"Oh What a Lovely War!" was the Tal Handaq drama production for 1975. The production was a musical comedy with its theme being the 1st World War. The cast was mainly comprised of sixth formers with a few fifth form girls also partaking. When the news first leaked out and the call for budding actors and their female counterparts went out, people were wary, but when the rumour spread (source unknown) that cast members would be released from lessons and have days off school, everybody wanted to be an actor. When the auditions had been done and parts handed out the lure of the limelight seemed to lose its initial gloss and fellow thespians could be heard muttering such phrases as "Why me?" and, "I want to die."

Rehearsals began with vitality and a laugh was had by all. All too soon we began to realise how big a job we had let ourselves in for and the problems we would face. A certain member of the cast had a line: "They are all Yids" and without realizing said: "They are all Kids". The cast fell about the stage laughing merrily, much to the consternation of our producer who cracked the whip and sent us all back to work. Dance routines had to be learnt; this being the cause of much amusement. At first we looked rather like a bunch of robots trying to do an impression of the Black andWhite minstrels, but they soon began to smooth out and they play was taking shape. After a month of doing the play everything was cast aside (slight pun there) and people began to eat, sleep and breathe the play. The day of doom or stardom was coming ever closer and the cast worked relentlesly to polish their lines to perfection. Members of the cast could be seen waltzing down corridors reciting lines to an invisible partner.

The day came when we put our costumes on bobbles were in abundance. Most of us looked like we just escaped from the Andy Pandy show and some of the boys looked like the men who beat the lumps out of Homepride flour. The opening night arrived and a suicide was the topic of conversation. The atmosphere was tense exciting, fingernails were being bitten, by people who never done it in their lives, and backstage atheist members of the cast were praying fervently. Suddenly, before we knew it we were on stage in front of a large audience, singing and dancing. The four nights of the play went off very smoothly except for a unfortunate incidents, like one of the girls losing voice just before she went on stage and another getting her dress caught on the scenery while walking onto the stage.

Although the play was funny, I think it manage put across to the audience how wasteful and futile first World War was. The cast would like to thank everybody who did hard work behind the scenes and we  also like to thank the producer, and choreographer and musical director.

MARK SHEPPARD 6G                                                                         






The Lower School was entertained, on the afternoon of 15th. December, to a Christmas concert produced by various members of Staff, including Miss J. Stansfield, Mr.J. Bonner, Mr.. T. Ricketts, Mr. B. Charnley and Miss M.Sherwin.

The items, performed by children mainly in 1st. 2nd.and 3rd. year, consisted of the singing of carols, (with full audience participation), a recorder group; readings of prose and poetry; dance and drama.

The Junior Choir, trained by Miss Stansfield, gave us a variety of beautifully rendered carols, ranging from the traditional: "Hark the Herald Angels Sing" to the more modern: "Cowboy Carol"..

One of the highlights of Mr. Bonner's recorder group was their accurate and very pleasing rendering of "Shepherds' Farewell". The team work of the group was most praise-worthy and they obviously enjoyed playing their items.

Various poems and Christmas readings, chosen by Mr.Charnley and Miss Sherwin, were ably delivered by pupils from 2nd., 3rd. and 4th. year.

 A Corner of the Cookery Display with helpers: Pat Fairclough.
 Rachel Le  Quesne, Sue Johnson and Susan Long, all of the IVth Year.

Sarah Wollaston was particularly clear; her voice carried right to the back of the Hall.

  The 1st year boys under the direction of Mr. Ricketts,performed two delightful dance/dramas. The first was based on Lewis Carroll's well-known poem from "Alice Through the Looking Glass" - - "Jabberwocky". It was a very lively interpretation, the boys' actions being suitably "mimsy"; recreating such famous lines as: "Twas brillig and the slithy toves, Did gyre and gimble in the wabe . . . " The movements were evocative of the mood and spirit of the poem and it was obvious that a lot of work hadled to this very polished performance. The other movement item: "Lost in Space" was very different in the and pace, but equally good; a space fantasy, which ended with the "astronauts" floating, apparently lost forever! Form 2E, in the very amusing, traditionally English   and very seasonal play: "St.George and the Dragon deserve praise for this, their first dramatic effort.  All in all, the Lower school gave us an attractive produced and very entertaining afternoon, setting proper mood for the coming holiday.


This year the Fashion Show was held on Saturday, 27th March at Tal Handaq School. It was a very enjoyable morning and it was obvious that a lot of hard work had gone into it. The clothes which were displayed were all (of course) made by the girls themselves, and economy was taken into consideration. A lot of talent was shown, especially by Marion Watts, who displayed a three piece trouser suit and a double breasted winter coat. The most popular items chosen by the girls were the pinafore dress and knee length skirts.

One or two of the girls led small sisters or brothers firmly down the cat-walk, proudly wearing garments made by big sisters. The performers, though a little nervous,  showed assurance and poise.

As well as the clothes that were displayed on the catwalk, the Hall had been decorated with stalls containing handicrafts. The appliques aroused special interest from the visitors. These had all been designed and made by the girls themselves and showed skill in hand and machine embroidery. After the exhibition of garments, the visitors were invited to see the cookery display.

The delicious-looking dishes in the cookery room this year (after all it was Easter) were based on eggs. Crisp meringues, creamy mousses, graceful choux pastry

Tracy Hall of Form 2C Wearing a skirt she made for herself and a suit for her young brother, Andrew.

 swans, as well as the more traditional Swiss rolls, macaroons and short-crust pies and tarts, were in tempting array. All the food had been prepared in school by the Senior girls, led by Miss Hill and Miss Wilson.

Sue Johnson and Rachel Le Quesne 4th. Year


               POOL VIVARIUM

Early in January a group of Commandos swept down   past the buildings to set up (a?) H.Q. near the edge of the field. They rapidly dug in and prepared to repulse the natives. As expected, the natives surrounded them — time and again — in raids' always preceded by bells rung by their chief.

The soldiers were mercilessly bombarded with questions:

"Are you digging for oil?""Is this the new Qormi roundabout?"

"What are you doing Saturday night?" "Is it going to be a swimming pool?"

"SWIMMING POOL!!!" echoed Mr. Ricketts, polevaulting from the other side of the field."At last they are going to give me the pool they have been promising for ten years." He was spotted and quietly led away by the whitecoated staff of the Science Dept. and told: "It's a vivarium — it's for newts and toads, and best of all it's free, except for the price of the concrete".

Seriously though, we really appreciate the efforts of 41 Commando Support Company in making us this pond and vivarium. We hope to colonise the island with mostly amphibians and reptiles. The moat and pond should support  a variety of life forms, and the whole thing should even look good when vegetation springs up after the September rains. Please don't be unkind to any of the animals which will live on the "island" ;— and those of you who would have preferred a swimming pool, resist the urge to pull out the plug as you go past!

K. Winn


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The Netball league has been very active during the spring and summer terms. They play their matches on Wednesday and Saturday mornings, not forgetting the numerous after school practices. The Intermediate Alanbrooke team was rewarded by coming first in the House competition. The captain, Gail Seth, showed her skills as both a Netball player and as an organizer of a very goodteam.

The Senior Netball team, captained by Teresa Giles, came second, after being beaten by Cunningham. Unfortunately, the Junior team came last in the overall league, but they played all their matches in a sportsman-like way which was very praise-worthy. Karen Baker deserves aspecial mention, holding the position of a very able captain.

Moving on to the House Hockey, which was successfulthis season, the matches being played on Saturday mornings,and which obtained great support from competitorsand "cheerers-on". Alanbrooke Junior team beat Tedder in their match 2-1, but came second over-all with 3 points.The Seniors drew with Tedder, both with 3 points, finallydefeated by Cunningham. 

 The Intermediate team' gained second position. The House showed talent in running and map-reading in the Orienteering competition, in which Alanbrooke gained first place. The praise here must go to the boys as well as the girls.

The laugh of the year came from the Pancake Race,which was played on March 2nd. This delicate task was restricted to the girls, but the mob support made up for any hard feeling! The whole school turned out for the event and the Staff participation added to the enjoy As a consequence of too much laughter, Alanbrooke came last — but everyone felt it was well worthwhile. I say the dropping of my pancake at the first point did not help the House very much!

Veronica Haste



Since the appearance of the last school magazine report Alanbrooke has had a successful, trophy-winning year. During the Summer Term we won all the available trophies, Cricket, Athletics and Swimming, a fine feat! All of these successes were achieved toy solid teamwork.

1975/76 dawned with the house determined to on in the same vein and so it has. In October we retained the house 'six-a-side' trophy when we gained ten points out of twelve. Perhaps the decisive match was when the Juniors emerged as victors in a closely fought game with Cunningham by a fine late goal from Billy Mack. The Colts were too powerful for the opposition and won through with the help of goals from Andy Basson, Philip K|itson, Dave McLaren and John Russell.

In the House Soccer Championship the house won the trophy by a clear margin. The senior team led by Dave North ablv assisted by the Churchward twins were too powerful for the opposition as the scores of 10-2 an 7-1 in the final round show. The colts fought hard and were deservedly runners up in their section. The juniors played fine football and in Grant Seth, David Bench, Lorne Green and Neil Bennett had some fine, constructive players whilst John Jefferson in goal played well and in the final match against Cunningham produced a save worthy of Ray Clemence.

The Basketball Competition saw us finish in second place when we ought to have won but failure to put the ball in the basket resulted in our losing two games. Both teams played well in an enjoyable competition.The Orienteering Competition, in January, proved to be an enjoyable and rewarding competition. Four of the Alanbrooke teams tied for the individual first place and the trophy was won for the house by a large margin.

February was the month of the Cross Country Championship where all the competitors ran splendidly but in a thrilling finish we were just pipped" by Tedder. Special mention, here, for Garry Hanns who won the junior competition and the Senior team who packed brilliantly to almost retrieve a lost cause. In the Rugby XV's and VII's the house did well to gain second place in both events. On the Sports Field the house 'has deservedly done well and has achieved success by virtue of a fine house spirit which has been fostered by the excellent example of Dave North, the House Captain. My thanks go out to David who has worked extremely hard on behalf of Alanbrooke, in organising and encouraging house teams. Thanks also go to Mr. Ricketts for organising the many House Competitions.

Academic success, as well as sporting victories, has come the way of Alanbrooke. Last year we were House Point Champions and this year with continued effort we ought to thwart the challenge of Greens and the Reds.

M..J. Newton



This year we again have had fine support from our

House Master Mr. Newton who along with Mr. Kitson,

turns out each week to push, encourage, call if what you

will! But they are respected by all of the House for their

enthusiasm and I, as House Captain, hope the House can

repay them with the two trophies1 for which the three

houses annually battle.

Dave North



SPORTS DAY — A victory for Alanbrooke.

Mrs Stanley and Commander Stubbs with Alanbrooke's

Captain, Dayid North and Margot Draper



The sporting activities again started with netball. All

the girls concerned played with enthusiasm. Although in

the first round the Intermediates played well, with little

success, as they were narrowly beaten by both Alanbrooke

and Tedder. However, this loss was made up by the

Juniors and Seniors winning all their matches. Many

thanks to the girls for all their effort and support during

the season. The teams consisted of the following:

JUNIORS: J. Merritt; S. Hardie; Y. Davidson; M. Sholl;

D. Wakeham; A. Callow; R. Hancock; F. Steddart.

INTERMEDIATES: M. King; F. Buick; B. Oliver; C.

Vernon; L. Murphy; P. Fairclough; S. Drury.

SENIORS: S. Long; E. Watts; D. Hindle; J. Dawson;

J. Waghorn; M. Watts; E. Graham; S. Fothergill;

The girls also showed their superiority on the Hockey

field and for the second consecutive year they played

good Hockey throughout, and brought home the cup

again to prove it. Well done all those who participated in

making Cunningham House the worthy winners.

The next two major sporting competitions, swimming

and athletics, will soon be upon us, and we hope to do

as well in these two sports as well have done in Netball

and Hockey, so keep it up!

This year we welcomed a new member of staff to

our House - - Miss Curtis. Since the beginning of the year

she has organised visits by some of the girls to visit the

orphanage of St. Vincent de Paul. At Christmas time presents

and cards were given to the children, and later in

the year the girls took Easter eggs. Thank you to the girls

who made these trips, and to Miss Curtis who arranged


At the beginning of the summer term we lost Miss

Ash to Tedder House, and welcomed Miss Scott in her

place. Soon we will be saying "Good-bye" to our House

Mistress, Miss Lattimer. So, on behalf of Cunningham gi

we wish her every success in the future. We would like)

thank her for the two years leadership of the house,

for the time and effort spent in improving the sportswomen

of Cunningham. .

Elaine Watt

House Captain



Although coming second in this year's football competition, Cunningham's performance was very disappointing.  Even though both Colts and the Juniors won their sections, the Seniors, a much fancied side, failed to win any points whatsoever.

The Senior's performance was due largely to their failing to fulfil the object of the game: to get the ball in the net. Despite out-playing Tedder on both occasions unningham Seniors could not score no matter how hard they tried, and lost both matches 0-2 and 1-4. The Senior's first match of the season was against Alanbrooke and this turned out to be a real cracker, The final score was 5-3 in Alanbrooke's favour, but the Senior's performance was very creditable. Such was the high standard of the match, that the referee. Mr. Rickette commented on the game. "The best match I have refereed at this school." The return match against Alanbrooke was a fiasco, Cunningham could only field seven men and only put a token performance, consequently losing 2-10. Although the whole team played well, special mention should go to G. Wallington in defence and J. Taylor in mid-field.

The Colts were Cunningham's top side this year dropping one point from a maximum of eight. Tedder up very little resistance to the Colts who romped home both matches winning 4-0 and 6-0. Against Alanbrooke however, it was not so easy. Cunningham drew the first match 1-1, but hammered home their superiority in second game by 3-0, a very good performance by the Colts. S. Taylor led his team ably and was well supported by K. Lyon, S. McKee, A. Ball and his remaining team mates. The Colts' victory means that they became the first winners of the Barrie Jones Cup, a very fitting result, as the late Mr. Jones was the former trainer of the Colts.

The Juniors played fine football to win their section and obtained six points. Cunningham defeated Tedder 1-0 and 4-2 and in the first match against Alanbrooke, won 1-0. However in the return match our Juniors were outplayed and lost 0-5. Despite this the Junior's play was of the highest standard and they deserved their win in this section. Outstanding players were M. Feeley, D. Walker and M. Newton. The Colts and the Juniors were trained and encouraged by Mr. Davey and Mr. Goss and I wish to congratulate both members of staff on their successful management.

In the six-a-side tournament, Cunningham again came second, narrowly beaten by Alanbrooke." However, the House's performance in the Orienteering, Basketball and Cross Country was not so good. On all three occasions, Cunningham came last. Our best performances in the Cross Country was obtained by G. Whelton who came second in the Colt's race, and G. Wallington, who came fourth in the Senior's.

Rugby has been played on the competitive level between the houses from the third year downwards. In the 15-aside, Cunningham failed miserably, coming third. However they made up for this by taking the six-a-side championship, playing some very fine Rugby.

With only three competitions remaining, Athletics,

Swimming and Cricket, one hopes that Cunningham will

be able to "turn it on" and come first in all three.

Finally, though our performance overall this year has

been good, Cunningham has not repeated the successes of

last year. On behalf of the House, I would like to thank

all the teachers who have given up their spare time to

train and support our side.

Jeremy Taylor

Games Captain



Although the girls in Tedder House have played well

and with enthusiasm this year, we haven't managed to win

many events so far. The Junior Netball team

scored over the other two houses when they won the

Junior Netball Tournament and were presented with the

cup. The first years too, were also victorious in their

Netball Tournament, beating Cunningham, and Alanbrooke

and the three Junior schools, St Andrews, Verdala and


The pancake race was a very popular event this year,

taking place on March 2nd, and eventually won by Tedder

House — well done all the girls who took part. We all

have great hopes of winning the remaining two major

sporting events this year — the Athletics Championships

and the Swimming Sports. If we don't, it won't be through

lack of effort and enthusiasm!

At the end of the spring term we said farewell to

Miss Stansfield, our House Mistress, who left to return

to England. She led the House for two years and we all

wish her good luck for the future. In her place we

welcomed Miss Ash as the new House Mistress, at the

beginning of The summer term. The girls of Tedder House

would like to thank her for all the work she has put into

organising practices and House activities.

House Captain


This has been a decisive year for Tedder Boys. After last year's disappointments' we needed some good efforts, not only to boost morale within the house, but also to improve the standing of the house, in inter-house competitions.

A change of housemaster and appointment of a new housecaptain and games captain, were the first steps taken on the road to recovery. Our new housemaster, Mr. Hughes, provided Tedder with the much needed push to overcome their apathy, and make our house the greatest. Lacking the new talent, gained by both the other houses, we decided to try to prove the old theory that cheating never works. Our games captain, Nick Sillenca, together with house captain, John Davies, and housemaster Mr. Hughes, decided amongst themselves that they would shatter the myth that Tedder were born losers. With this aim Teddar house set forth in competition in 1976.

Our determination to succeed was helped with the Rugby competition. Open to the first and second years only, the competition was clinched by the first years, who came top with 3 points from 2 games. Although the second year were placed last, this was only on point difference, as all had 2 points each.

Unfortunately our success was shortlived in the Rugby field, when Tedder ended up third in the 7-a-side. Out of the eight games, defeat was found in 6. The other 2 both being 1st. year victories.

In the annual cross-country, despite big puddles, Tedder narrowly beat Alanbrooke by a matter of about 10 points. Although all Tedder runners gave good performances, special thanks for success must be paid to certain runners. In the Colts, Kevin Stoddart was first by about 200 yards, whilst in the senior race Mark Whelton and Nick Sillence gained our eventual victory by coming first and second respectively.

The Basketball competition was won mainly by the efforts of the Colts, who because they were undefeated, broke the dead-lock in the senior's game  where all the teams finished with two points. Unfortunately, Tedder came 3rd. in both inter-house soccer competitions. In the 6-ajside, the seniors finished top hi their group, undefeated. Due to size and lack of practice amongst the Juniors and Colts, no other points were gained.

In the full team soccer games, it was again the  Seniors who collected the majority of the points, by beating Cunningham in both matches. Again, thanks must be paid to games captain Nick Sillence, and Steven Rippon, who both played very well and held the team together. In the Juniors' and Colts' game only I point was picked up, despite great efforts by both teams.

By far the most interesting results were gained in the Orienteering. Tedder started badly, due to a lack of a fifth year team, and injuries to some of the house's best runners.. Despite this however, Tedder still had the first team in. This team consisted of Vince Helliwell, and Kevin Stoddart, and came joint first on points. Our 6th form team — Michael Orr, Mark Whelton and John Davies, collected the most points of the competition, but due to controversy over timings, last 11 of these, putting their final placing 6th overall — still only one   point behind the winners.

So far we have had a good year, let's hope it continues to be so.

House Captain

John Davies


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                                    FRONT ROW: P. Egan; S. Lisicki; G. Wallington; D. North (Capt.) C. Churchward, G. Booth

                              BACK ROW: G. Lyon; D. Beckett;  J. Taylor; S. Rippon, D.Taylor; L.Churchward; P. Bennett; N.Sillence.


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This season, 1975-76, has been a good one for the 1st. XI. At the time of writing, with the league season still incomplete, there are prospects of promotion to Division 1.

The team played consistently good soccer always relying upon skill and speed against invariably bigger and older opponents. The highlight of the season, I feel was the 2-2 draw with a powerful Green Howards side when the soldiers scored in the last minute to even matters.

An important requirement for any team is to have a good leader and in this respect we were fortunate to have Dave North as captain. Dave's strength and ability on the field plus his conscientious approach combined to give theteam fine leadership by example.

The team remained fairly settled throughout the yearand was fortunate to be able to draw upon a nucleus ofplayers who had been "blooded" the previous season. Jeremy Taylor, in goal, played with supreme confidence showing agility and athletic ability. Dave Taylor and Dean Beckett progressed throughout the season emerging as reliable effective defenders. The centre backs Gary Wallington and Nick Sillence complemented each other splendidly and were usually a match for any forward line.

In mid-field, the mighty atoms, Paul Bennett and Gary Booth worked like Trojans both in defence and attack whilst Clive Churchward's left foot added much skill to this department (the rest of Clive did well too!)

Up front Larry Churchward operating on the left side of the field showed flair and expertise and his linking with twin brother Clive probably caused many opponents to wonder if they were suffering from double vision. Gary Lyon, in the centre, often resembled a marauding Vikingbut was top scorer scoring may goals from less than half


chances. At outside right Steve Rippon was fast and elusive sometime even with the ball. Special thanks to Garry Dimech and Paul Egan who were usually substitutes — an unglamorous but very necessary role..

It. is also pleasing to report that in an age where sportsstars behave like a truculent two year-olds that without exception the team played with good humour and in a most sporting manner making for an enjoyable and satisfying season.

TEAM RECORD                                                                  Played 19  W 9  D 3  L 7   F 53  A 44

LEADING GOALSCORERS                                                      G. Lyon 12, N. Sillence 8. L. Churchward 7, S. Rippon 6, J. Taylor 5.

FULL SOCCER COLOURS                                                        D. North, N. Sillence.


J. Taylor, D. Taylor, D. Beckett, G. Booth, P. Bennett, C.Churchward, S. Rippon, G. Lyon, G. Wailington, L.Churchward.


A special thanks is extended by the team to our very own Brian dough alias Mr. Newton. Our "Brian" hasworked as hard and has been rewarded with the fineresults produced by the team.


David North





Luqa 9 Alanbrooke 8 Cunnigham 4 Verdala 4

Tedder 3 St. Andrews 2



Alanbrooke 10 Cunningham 4 Tedder 4




Tedder 5 Alanbrooke 4 Cunningham 3



Cunningham 17 Alanbrooke 9 Tedder 4



This year it was good to see Tal Handaq put out  team against other sides. Although mostly playing against with more weight and experience than us, we managed to put up good opposition and in most cases keep the fairly close.

Although the scrum went down against the scrums, they put up a good fight and many a time the ball came out to our advantage. Nick Morse and Traynor were the backbone of the scrum with both setting up some good ruck work, using their experience of the game. Nick Sillence was a valuable asset in the three's, in one match scoring three tries and two conversions. Taylor made some good runs in most matches using his powerful stride to a goad advantage.

To end the season a sevens tournament was held at Safi. Our first match was against 41 Commando A, eventual winners of the tournament, and we lost. We into the semi-final of the losers plate, where we played St. George's B losing 10-24 with Mark Sheppard scoring two tries and one conversion to make Tal Handaq's 10 points.

The leading try scorer was Mark Sheppard with 5 tries, Nick Sillence gaining 4.

The team would like to thank Mr. Charnley for all his help.

Mark Sheppard





                               BACK ROW: R. Howorth; M. Barltrop; G. Lyon; J. Taylor; N. Mores; R. Hancock; P. Egan; S. Rippon.

                                                                 FRONT ROW: D. North; P. Kitson; M. Sheppard; G. Booth K. Shroll.


This year, for the first time, volleyball was introduced into the School's sports programme, and a school teamentered in the J.S.V.A. knock-out competition.

The School was drawn against 234 Signals Squadron and 41 Commando 'A' in its section of qualifying rounds.  Unfortunatedy the Commandos failed to produce a side and in our only match of the day we defeated 234 Signals. Although losing the first set easily the team fought back to take the second and third sets. This match showed everyone present that what the team lacked in experience was compensated by individual skills and determination.

Coming top of the section, the school team now entered the quarter finals and was drawn against 840 Signals. Again, however, our opponents failed to turn up. Therefore the team received a bye into the semi finals. Our opponents in this round were 203 Squadron. Theairmen took the first set 15-4, and to the supporters it locked as if the School was: in for a trouncing. However, this was not to be and the team came back through some very good serving to win the second set 15-8. In the end, the height and experience of the 203 team proved decisive and they took the final set 15-4.

All the players played exceptionally well and it will be unfair to mention anyone in particular. The games were enjoyed by all and our thanks go to our coach, Miss Loughran. The team consisted of the following: J. Taylor, G. Booth, N. Sillence, M. Sheppard, D Taylor, M Orr, M.Hyland, and S. Whelton.

Jeremy Taylor

Volleyball Captain


    BACK ROW: N. Sillence; G. Lyon; M. Sheppard; D. Taylor;

        FRONT ROW: S. Whelton; J. Taylor (Capt.); G. Booth.



BACK ROW: E. Chapman; E. Watts; S. Fothergill; T.

FRONT ROW: N. Church; J. Waghorn (Capt.) J. Day


Playing in a largely adult environment the acl

ment of the school A side during the 75/6 season

most creditable. There was a steady improvement in

performance throughout the season and an excellent!

unselfish team spirit has developed. It would be invidious

individuals in what is essentially a team game; it would

however be quite wrong not to give a great deal of credit

to our trainers Miss Lattimer and Miss Loughran

in all a successful season.

J. Waghorn



The Inter House Swimming Sports, held at Robb Lido

on a glorious July morning, showed the spectators the

aquatic talent of many of our pupils. After a very exiting

and entertaining display, Alanbrooke triumphed over

other two houses.




TEDDER 131 pts.




1st XI

The season opened with only four of last year's players remaining, and a team was raised initially only by persuading several members of the Fourth Year Soccer squad to substitute a small, hard ball for a large soft one, and to hit it with an unfamiliar curved stick. Merely half a team was available before they were flung headlong into the fiercely competitive Malta Junior League by which time Lee Pape, intrepid goalkeeper had bade us farewell.

       It redounds much to the credit of Captain David North, therefore, that the enthusiasm of this young side was disciplined into controlled skills, and that notwithstanding many defeats by older and vastly more experienced teams, Tal Handaq were never overwhelmed and never demoralised. At times, they dominated play in mid-field for over half the game, and only weak finishing deprived them of more victories. The defence, very fragile at first, matured considerably during the season; Martin Beresford, Pape's replacement, proved himself a courageous goalkeeper, and the backs gradually learnt the skill of marking and covering (albeit the hard way!).

Though winning only two of their eight League matches, the team defeated a mixed Staff XI 2-1. In the Inter- Services Six-a-side competition, the squad impressed the adult opposition and spectators with the quality of their hockey, and were deprived of a place in the Semi-final, by only one goal.    Above all, they enjoyed themselves.


Malta Junior Hockey League Results:


8       2       6              6                         15

1st. XI Players:

A. Basson; I. Heffey; S. Oliver; N. Hall; A. Copsey; P. Kitson; K. Stoddardt  M. Beresford;V. Helliwell; J. Russell; D. North (capt.)

Also played:

C. Brennan; P. Heffey; M. Sheppard. R. Cowan; S. Hill; D. Green; M. Hyland;

U 14 XI

Growing interest in hockey amongst Third Year boys led to two friendly games against De La Salle College U14's of which the first was drawn and the second won. Against the Tal Handaq Girls' 1st. XI, the boys won 1-0. Enthusiasm was high at the end of the season, and it is hoped all players will continue to practise their skills and that those remaining at Tal Handaq next season will aspire to 1st XI places.


A. Blackham; M. Egan; K. Hancock; R. Kindle; S. Taylor; D. Walker.

S. Barrett; P. Davison; D. Green; S. Hill (capt.) C. Sampson; C. Brennan;

S. Gallic; P. Heffey; K Niblock; M. Wakeham.



This year's competition took place in an area of open, rugged country to the west of Rabat. Following a practice run over the local Tal Handaq circuit, each house entered boys team and a girls team from each year group within the school, the teams comprising of two pupils in each case. In this way the competition becomes both an "individual' and house championship.

The competition was designed to test the ability of competitors to plan and follow a route plotted on a map sheet, paying due regard to the nature of the terrain and to the time limit imposed, in such a way that the check points visited would give the greatest possible points score, with the avoidance of penalty points for arriving late at the finish point.

From the competition results, two points in particular are worthy of comment: (1) Physical stamina, although important, is not by any means the most important factor in accumulating a good points score; 2) it is very important to keep to time and avoid penalty points.


BOYS Team Winners:— Alanbrooke First, Second, Third and Fifth Year teams and Tedder Fourth Year team — all with 70 points.


Cunningham Second Year team.



1. Alanbrooke 32 points 2. Tedder 22 points 3. Cunningham 18 points


1. ALANBROOKE 48 points

2. TEDDER 40 points

3. CUNNINGHAM 56 points


1. Tedder 26 points

2. Alanbrooke 24 points

3. Cunningham 22 points



      BACK ROW: A Gallow; M. Shroll; G. Seth; D. Gibbons.

                FRONT ROW: B. Cartwright; D. Wakeham.


Tedder came out top of the Inter House  Basketball Championships.     The results were as follows:









FINAL PLACINGS:  P   W   L  F   A   Pts

1st. TEDDER               4   3    1  32  28   6

2nd ALANBROOKE  4   2    2   48  36   4

3rd. CUNNINGHAM  4   1   3   26  42   2


As usual the final of the Cross Country event caused great excitement, with the whole school turning out to watch the finish of the Senior race.

JUNIORS: 1st G. Hanns (A) 2nd1. K. Greenwood (T) 3rd D. Dove (T).

COLTS- 1st. K. Stoddart (T) 2nd. G. Whelton (C) 3rd. S. Dove (A).

SENIORS:1st. M.Whelton (T) 2nd. N. Sillence (T) 3rd. M. Sheppard (A)


1st. TEDDER 148 pts

2nd. ALANBROOKE 152 pts.

3rd. CUNNINGHAM 232 pts.


          BACK ROW: M. Watts; S. Long; A. Dowie; J. Wiggins

                FRONT ROW: S. McKinnon; T. Giles; G. Holt (Capt.).
















ALANBROOKE  12 8 2 2 40 14 18

CUNNINGHAM 12 6 1 5 26 28  13

 TEDDER  12 2 1 9 11 35  5


In this year's Athletics Finals, Alanbrooke again triumphed over their rival houses. It seemed clear at the start that Alanbrooke was going to win, but the final scoring was very close.

1st ALANBROOKE 478 pts.

2nd CUNNINGHAM 463 pts.

3rd TEDDER 428 pts.


          HOCKEY 1st XI

                BACK ROW: S. Wollastcn; D. Gibbons; B. Shaw.

                 THIRD ROW: G. Seth; M. Shroll; F. Corbet.

               SECOND ROW: C. Heffey (Capt.), D. Wakeham; D. Cahan.

                     FRONT ROW: B. Cartwright; A. Gallow.


                                                      OPEN DAY 1975

                                                                                                              A display of Fifth Year Art Work



                                                 SCHOOL STAFF

FRONT ROW: Sylvia Beckett; Brian Leonard; Norah Ash; Mavis Turner; Barry Whewell; Stephen Singleton; Margaret Sherwin; Commander Derek Stubbs; Lt. Cdr. David Nield; Lt. Cdr. Tony Richards; Margaret Loughran; Jennifer Rae; Lesley Shone; Trevor Ricketts. 

SECOND ROW: Barrie Menhams; Colin Christmas; Frank Kitson; Kenneth Winn; Imelda Dickinson; Moira Clarke; Marjorie Clark; Laurence Bezzina; Michael Caseley; Anne Nelson; Hilary Hill; Michael Newton; Carl Hancock; Brian Charnley; Martin Holland; Helen Wilson; David Taylor; Charles Laing; Ian Hesketh.

BACK ROW:John Clemens; Sandra Camilleri; Jeffrey Bonner; Judith Stansfield; Philip Allen; Linda Curtis; June Lattimer;  Gerald Davey; Alan Latham; Lew Finnis; John Hughes; Hugh Ritchie; Paul Goss; Robert Woolams; James Slide.

ABSENT: Marian Spray; Walter Lewington; Diane Scott.



The knockout competition proved to be very exciting, with sixteen teams in all taking part. Leeds United (F.Wiggins) won the cup after very hard games in the semifinal and final. It took two replays and then penalties to finally decide the winner of the semi-final game between Leeds and Zebbug (John Jefferson), while in the other semi-final game West Ham (R. Mooney) played well to beat Ipswich (C. 'Bell) to go on to the final to play Leeds United.


Leeds United (F. Wiggins) v West Ham (R. Mooney) West Ham took an early surprise lead and then some minutes later increased it to 2-0. Luck seemed to have deserted Leeds, but a good shot from just inside the area made it 2-1. Soon after though West Ham scored again to make it 3-1. No more goals were scored until half way through the second half when Leeds scored. With the score at 3-2 Leeds snapped up a mistake in West Ham's defence to equalize. It was still 3-3 at full time, and extra time was added In extra time it took a finger tip save by West Ham's goalkeeper to stop Leeds from getting the winning goal, but he could do nothing to stop another shot which, after hitting three defenders went into the net, this goal was Leeds winning goal, and they won the cup 4-3.

The competition was played in a very sporting manner.

M. Lamb (2A)



The Tal Handaq School Stamp Club has been held each Tuesday lunch time in 14R since September of last year.

Most people, like squirrels, collect something and it is interesting to note that philately has become, if not always a consuming passion, certainly an interesting pastime to more and more people each year.

Most of the members of the school Stamp Club are boys one to four. A number of girls, however, have shown interest. The two most popular ways of collecting stamps are by country or by theme. Not surprisingly the most popular collecting country is Great Britain, followed by other countries of the British Commonwealth, particularly Malta. As far as the thematic collecting is concerned', this has proved of interest to the girls who enjoy the bright sets of animals, birds and flowers issued mainly by the Eastern European countries and the Arab States.

Collecting of First Day Covers by the Stamp Club members has also proved to be popular and interesting. At the Stamp Club meetings there has been opportunities to compare, buy, sell and exchange stamps for the mutual benefit and enjoyment of all. It is hoped that a competition can be held towards the end of the year.




Tal Handaq School CCF has gone from strength to strength this year, building on the solid foundations establishedpreviously and despite the massive turnover in cadet strength. Of the 62 cadets from both sections enrolled at the time of the Annual General Inspection, March 1975 only 16 cadets were still on roll in September 1975. However, a very good response from third year boys and an important influx of senior boys boosted the strength rapidly so that both sections have been operating with a cadet strength of plus 30 since last September.

There has also been changes to the officer establishment, with the departure of Sub. Lt. D. Ditcham and the pending departure of the Contingent Commander, Flt. Lt. D.J. Taylor. The RN Section is now commanded by Sub. Lt. M. Newton assisted by Sub. Lt. J. Hughes. The RAF Section was commanded by Flt. Lt. A.J. Allen, but he has now taken over command of the Contingent. Plt. Off C. Laing now commands the RAF Section assisted by Plt. Off. I. Hesketh.

Of the many and varied activities by both sections during the year the highlight must be the 24 hour exercise superbly organized and handled by Lt Williams and Sgts. Harvey and Young of Recce Troop, 41 Royal Marine Commando.

The RAF Section has mounted the following activities during the year: canoe building, aircraft model-making, armed instruction -and shooting, drill, and general proficiency Instruction Parts 1, 2 & 3. Instructors from RAF Luqa have provided courses in: Principles of Flight; Flying; Airframes; Flight Safety; the Airfield and ATC; the RAF and role; the Nimrod; Engines etc. The Section entered a team in the national Air Cadets small bore shooting competition - - the Assagai Trophy. Of the 30

cadets who sat the December and March 2 HQAC Examinations; 4 received Credits; and 10 received Passes. One senior cadet obtained his A & B Certificate of the BGA following a continuous gliding course in the UK. The Section hopes to take delivery of a primary glider during the summer holidays for cadet training over the next couple of years. 26 cadets attended this year's Easter Camp at Hal Far. The Section has also visited  a number of Service units on the island. The following personnel from RAF Luqa have acted as instructorsduring the the year: Sgts. Brennan, Daglish, and Thomas; Chf TechHurley; Flt. Sgts. Cox & Smith; Fg. Off. Lawrence; Lts. Bray, Millar, Thomas, and Willmott. Sqn Ldr Fielding and Flt. Lt. May as ACLO and Deputy ACLO respectively have been responsible for Air Experience Flights and it is of interest to note that the Section have loggged some 200 plus hours flying with 203 Squadron since Feb 1975

The RN Section has offered, in addition training and drill, a wide range of practical and theoretical activities. Cadets have taken courses in: First Aid; Fighting; and Navigation. Cadets will take their Proficiency Certificates in these subjects. Instruction has also taken place in: Shooting and Safety; Rock Climbing Sailing. During the summer term the Section hopes to do more sailing and are in fact in the process of constructing a Mirror sailing dinghy. The Section intend to make full use of the canoes which were built last year by he Contingent and hope to do some snorkelling. It is hoped that some 12 cadets will be taking their Naval Proficiency Certificate in the Autumn Term in order to be eligible for promotion to Cadet Leading Seamen. 23 cadetshave so far qualified as Cadet Able Seamen. Noteworthy among the Section's visits to Service Units on the island was the day spent on board HMS Intrepid and visits to HMS Norfolk, HMS Keppel, HMS Hampshire and Comcen Lascaris.         12 cadets took part in the official closing ceremony of RNWT Zebbug. Such varied activities have taken place with the help and co-operation of RN personnel on the island and in particular the Section wish to thank L/S Sanderson, LMA Gary and CPO Christie of  HMS St. Angelo.



The Night Exercise consisted of numerous events. We started with a tent exercise on how to construct tents, then we were given the apparatus and told to set up our own. We collected sleeping bags and camp beds and later on we collected ration packs and cooked our own dinner.

At 11 o'clock we were sent out from camp at ten minute intervals so that we could carry out a night orienteering exercise of Pembroke Ranges. 41 Commando Recce Troop were spread across the ranges and anytime anyone came near a 41 Commando, they were fired at with bullets (blank!). We had to reach four points on the ranges and had to answer question at each point. One person sustained an injury on this camp. That was John Russell who managed to trip over on one of the ranges and break his wrist (very clumsy!)

In the morning, (well at dawn, actually) we got up to an eyeful of sun and a mouthful of oatmeal. An hour later we were crossing a dry river bed and making rope stretcher. This was the last exercise before leaving Pembroke Ranges.

The 41 Commando comments on this exercise were that the R.A.F. and R.N. Cadets were quite equal in neatness and efficiency.

Paul Sheppard                                                                                                  R.A..F. Cadet

The year came to an end with a most successful Annual General Inspection at HMS St. Angelo. The Inspecting Officer on this occasion was Rear Admiral J.A. Bell, Director of Naval Education. The Inspecting Officer commended the Contingent for the high standard of turnout and was clearly pleased with the activities he saw taking place both at HMS St. Angelo and RAF Luqa.

The Contingent wishes to acknowledge the support and help given by Service Units on the island and in particular the individual persons who assist so willingly with the training programmes.





the British are a nation
of molluscs.
each and every one
within a protective shell
in which he (or she) can hide,
and leave behind the horrors
of the twentieth century.

you read the papers
you hear the news
then you hide inside your little shell
and wait for it to pass.

you hear of the killing in Ireland,
and the bombings in London,
the pub attacks in Birmingham,
but still you stay inside your shell
and don't do anything for anyone.
"You look after yourself" you say
"and I'll look after me."

and so the Great British snail trundles on
amidst an atmosphere of gloom
with each and every person
within a protective shell.



Have you ever sat
in the middle of a field
watching Nature
and Her ally, Time
working in unison?

Have you ever sat
on the edge of a cliff
watching the waves
in their relentless struggle
with the shoreline?

Have you ever sat
on top of a hill
watching the countryside
and its wonderful patterns
and its wonderful patterns
carefully arranged by some Unknown Hand?

Have you ever sat?
I wonder . . ?


Light up your cigarette                                                      Succumb to Mother Nicotine                                                     Feel the smoke fill your lungs                                               Caustic Cancer rules Supreme.




n smalshortz
Thaionli lukefuls
bt stl thiatri
to recaptrememrys
oftheform IV fstelevn.

(with apologies to e.e. cummings)


Half forgotten memories
with a crumpled photograph
reminding me of a yesterday
and the happiness along the path.

The path which is happiness
which ends in the mists of time
somewhere above the rainclouds
where an eternal sun shines.

But memories are built on sand
in an hourglass' upper retort
and are left to blow away
when their base trickles to nought.

And now my hour glass is finished
and weeds have blocked the path
so let the memories blow away
and I'll reminisce over the photograph.

Ian Simpson 6G



The lake lay motionless in the purple light.
The surrounding forest stood dark and mysterious.
A mist hung over the lake,
Slightly chilled.
In the Black Forest, elves dance in the moonlight,
The moon seems very bright, as, six, saintly, shrouded men
move across the lake
Slowely, with a seventh in front, a cross held high in hand.
Lord of Lords,
King of Kings,
To a wedding went
Twilight Neonate,
Daughter of the mists.
Gentle warrior,
Baron of the holt.
Both together brought tonight,
Guests in deepest reverence bathed.
Lilith, new-born, entwined in silk.
Happy was her heart.
Arresting silence filled the woods,
Elves on mushroom pedestals watch.
Zendik, wizard, performs his task.
Happy was his heart,
Celebrated ceremony,
Revelling in ecstasy,
Rings the dawning day.
The sun sang to greet the day,
The lake rippled in their path.
As the "seven saintly forms rose high,
Tranquility reigned.

Murray Kirkham 5L. 



I sit and think
The thoughts go through my head
Busy people
Rushing, hurrying, scurrying
Wrapped up in themselves
Not caring
Not sharing
No time
That's the usual line
All too busy
Going their own way
You are left alone
No one cares
Who is there
No one!
Is any one there?

Lesley Stewart 6G


I sat, quiet, still
As if by will,
But no will of mine
Did my thoughts combine.
The will was theirs
And theirs the law.
They issue fares
On all my cares
And cares dissolve,
Though problems solve
And solve will mine,
If given time.

Deborah Helliwell L6A






The light poured down in a silver pool, love shone all around.                          The angels watched in distress and we at the cross down on the ground.
They cried and screamed and. wailed; the time was drawing near.                   The last few breaths came slow and few the face was filled with fear.
The head hung low in painful death, a cold and beaded brow.                         The body limp with hatred nails God will take him now.
The curtains draw across the stage. the sense is that of loss.                            The scene that conveyed the pain and death and glorious faith of the cross.

Jill Male L6G.


Wild wind why do you howl? Making such a whistling noise.                       Smashing every window with your icy fingers,                                       Slamming every door with your cold voice,                                           Wrapping round people with your cold body,                                            Pushing everyone along with your heavy hand.                                             Please wind tell me why you do these things?

Samantha Iles IB2.


Bats fly,
Witches hover,
The moon shines,
A bright white.
The grave yard,
A scream . . .
But most probably my imagination . . .
Imagination . . . nation . . . nation . . .

Kevin Stephenson 2C.



I slowly stirred the mixture, Then poured it in the pan. Mum said: "Here's the hard part, Catch it if you can!" I quickly gulped, then closed my eyes, And tossed it in the air. I heard Mum scream and it did seem, It had landed in her hair!

Caroline Caldwell 1A2.



I watched the stars today,
They are very far away,
I wish I was up there
With people made from hair,
Or perhaps a funny man
Who lived on tihe stars in a can.
I then might become a racing car driver
Or am Engineer with a screwdriver.
The fun of winning a race,
And meeting the king face to face.
The joy of receiving the cup
With a bottle of champagne to sup.
I might fly a jet plane
Through snow, sun and rain,
Or to score the winning goal
To vault bars with a pole
If only dreams come true.

S. Fairclough 2C. 



The cauldron is BIG and BLACK, And there beside it sits a cat,    With big black paws —, And hanging jaws,                              Waiting, just waiting, to pounce.                                                        He hears a rat scratching, Scratching at the wood.                            The cat moves steadily — Not a sound can be heard                     Then suddenly the cat pounces. The rat had not a chance.                The cat carried back the meagre rat, Feeling pleased with himself.  Back to the cauldron Where a brew boils,                                         To be patted: by a scraggly hand, And once again return to his post. Beside the big, black cauldron.

Jacqueline Potts 2C.


As the sea rages on,                                                                                       Thick green mountains race each other,                                                         Coming nearer,                                                                                                 Getting closer to us,                                                                                        Faster! Faster! Running along.                                                                           There is no escape.                                                                                          Spray flies everywhere,                                                                                Tossing, turning,                                                                                         Crashing and churning.                                                                                 Making us rock                                                                                                The wind groaning, moaning,                                                                     Whistling, crying.                                                                                               Pushing the treacherous sea                                                                          Towards us.

Eric Cook 1A2




A flicker of red, a tinge of orange, shine out over the fresh, calm, morning sea.                                                                                                           A cool, wispy breeze wraps itself around me.                                       Higher and higher, the sun pushes upwards, giving a warm, satisfying glow.

A boat has just slipped out of the bay and is chugging lazily out to sea                                                                                                     Where it will sweep its near exhausted fishing ground.                              The sun still rises and the blackness of the night runs for cover in the corners.

The sea road is awake now with cars dragging along the reluctant business man,                                                                                                         To where he will stay for hours pushing his pen, and grumbling.

The sun is still there, caring about nothing, just throwing its warm tidings towards the now-alive earth.


Clive Wedlock 4th. Year.



Tall and white
Flashing danger!
A last outpost on a merciless sea
Flashing a warning!
Bright light, warm and friendly,
Flashing danger!
Pointing out cruel rocks with a long, yellow finger,
Flashing a warning!
Ships big and small are protected by its glow.
Flashing danger!
It stands through the centuries,
Flashing a warning!

Jacqueline Cohring 4K



One day I was sitting on the quay fishing. Suddenly I heard the patter of feet behind me, it was the seagulls trying to steal up on me to snatch my bait, but I was too quick for them. They flew away in disorder screeching with anger. Just then a fisherman passed me on his way home. I noticed that his face was well tanned. I looked down at my float and saw that it was making ripples in the water as it bobbed up and down. I reeled in my first fish. That afternoon I caught several more and went home happy.

Christopher Rodgers 1A1.



Pasta, rags, buildings, smells,
Shoats, bars, hills,
Dust, aerials, pumpkins, bells,
Heat, buses, mils.
Angela Stapley 2A.


He sits up in his tree so high,
Watching the sleepy clouds go by,
He waits still night to hunt his prey,
He never even hunts at day,
He eats things like rats, and mice,
He probably thinks they're very nice,
His big eyes just sit and stare,
Looking just here and there,
Then up goes a great big howl.
He is so clever, that wise old owl.

Zarah Mackinnon 1A1



Darkness creeps in from the eastern
Slowly shutting out the light
Slowly letting in the night.
But somehow light remains,
And the smiling stars begin to shimmer and shine,
As if far out there;
Past night's black velvet mantle.
Is a light
Searching for gaps between the threads of darkness,
To make a path for the people below
Who fear and dread the night Itself;
Who comfort its innocent sounds
Into weapons of evil.
But what has night done to be feared so much?
It just happened to be there,

Ruth Andrews 4th. Year.


                      LEADING A DOG'S LIFE
It's 9 o'clock p.m. now, I'm just going to bed, but before I do I have to write in my diary. 'Yawn'.
This morning: I woke up this morning with the feeling of being rather 'warm although it is the winter. I had only one blanket. What was wrong? Did I have a fever? No, I felt my forehead with a velvet like paw. As I raised my arm I found it was covered with soft brown fur. My legs also had fur on them. I was frightened what had happened? 'Was I changing into a Martian of some kind?' I asked myself trembling at the thought. I got out of bed only to find myself on all fours. I called, but my voice wasn't there, only a soft bark. Then I tried again, still a bark. I was terrified and I started to cry which made a funny whining noise. I walked, or padded should I say, across the bedroom  floor.                 'What will mum say?' I thought as I ambled across to the shut door.
To my horror I found I was neither tall enough or strong enough to open the door, so I tapped a couple of boxes onto the floor which
I climbed upon, then opened the door with great effort.
When I got out of the bedroom I ran helter skelter down the stairs to mum.
Mum of course kicked me, much to my surprise, out of the door and slammed it shut.
I fled, lost and unwanted in the world we live in today.
If only I coul talk to someone. I slowly walked out of the garden, my tail down, my eyes very sad.
I walked quietly around the town smelling the odd person's legs.I knew it was no good going to   my friend's     Finally, tired and weary, I lay down in a dark corner and slept. It must have been two hours or so before I heard a small excited voice 'Oh mummy', it cried, 'what a lovely
puppy can we keep him? Please say 'yes', please do'.
I must say I was insulted at being called a 'he' but on the whole I was just as excited as the little girl looking down at me. I pricked up my ears to hear her voice. Andrea, being the girls name, stared hard at her mother for a minute or two then at me. Her mother picked me up and carried me to their house. For dinner I hadmilk and biscuits.
This afternoon dragged by which was a change for it usually sped past. I was given lots of attention but still I was bored. I usually ran around the house jumped on chairs etc, but today I sat on the cold floor. Hands petted my head every two minutes and I felt sure I would go bald.
At about four o'clock Andrea took me out for a walk. We had got no further than two houses away when I got a tingling in my toes, then it travelled to my nose. I ran. I was scared. What was happening to me now? I felt that this time for sure I was changing from a human to a
Martian but to a human girl 'Susan Frame', crawling on my hands and knees.
Well I have written in my diary so could you now excuse me, but I am very tired so very t...i...r...
Susan Frame 1B1.                                          


Looking at the house, I stand enthralled
And standing see, the turrets, walls and windows
Viewing haughtily the land and lake before them.
I can almost hear the 'harpsichord,
As it issues forth a sad and haunting melody
To caress the ear, and penetrate the darkest mind.
And as I stand alone I feel
The aura of nobility reach out
To gently flow through me, to make me noble too.
But then the cold wind blows through me,
And though I strive to keep the cherished dream
Reality sweeps over me and brings me to the truth.
The house now stands dejectedly
Plagued with vandalism's swastikas on broken windows and
splintered doors,
The house is quiet, decayed, dead.

Linda Mack 4th. Year.



The Christmas bustle has been and gone,
The time for which we waited long,
Was gone in just a flash of time,
You've got your present I've got mine.
I wonder what it was alj about?
Why there are those with 'and those without?
The message which we thought was dear,
Was clouded over with commercial cheer.
Perhaps well wait,
And try again,
Next year!

Patrick Kiddle 2E.


They very thought of home-leaving makes one think of leaving everything behind.
Having been in Malta for six and half years, with a two year interval, I sometimes actually forget what it is like in the U.K.
Unless you pick up a newspaper, and read about, and discover what is going on "at home", you virtually forget what sort of a country it is that you have left.
One tends, abroad, to "pick up" that particular country's customs, forgetting, or at least not thinking directly of, your own native customs,
EITHER: you normally tend to adore the 'abroad' country in which you are, OR: you normally loathe the country in which you are and look forward greatly to your homegoing.
If you are an "inbetweener," you would be just as well to compare justly the various benefits living abroad as opposed to living "at home".
The weather in Malta being far "kinder" than the weather in England.
The cost of living — soaring in England, but staying moderate in Malta.
The sun, the sea, the little polluted air.
For those who favour history, there are many museums in Malta, beginning after the Great Siege of 1565.
So there we have it, England and Malta.
Let us not forget that we are (mostly) home-sick, and this makes us long to go back to the unify of the U.K. and whilst we anticipate going home, we wish we were never in Malta in the first place and so we feel unhappy, and criticise this island.
There I leave you with some food for thought, and so let's make the MOST of being abroad, and the least of home-sickness — for the time being, anyway!

Lawrence Richards 3D.


                           POTTERY WORK



When my grandmother was alive she loved to tell
me true stories of her childhood Here is one written as
she told me:
"Did you ever go hunting, Grandma?" I asked.
"No," she replied, "I didn't go hunting with the boys.
In fact the only time I had a gun in my hands, I almost
caused disaster!"
"Tell me about it," I begged.
"Well," she said, "I was about nine years old, Reuben
was thirteen and had just gotten his first gun. He was
mighty proud of it, and neither Roy nor I was allowed to
breathe on it, let alone touch it.
Reuben and Pa had just come home from hunting,
and we had just finished supper. Pa was reading by the
door and Reuben was starting his homework at the kitchen
table. Ma told me to sweep the porch and then the kitchen
floor. I went out to the porch to find the broom.
'Mabel,' Reuben called, 'Shut the door. It's cold in
I hadn't intended to be out there long, but I went and
shoved the door shut. This may have been what saved us
from tragedy that night, I don't know. But I do 'know the
Lord was looking after us.
J turned to get the broom and found Reuben's gun
beside it. Well, I thought, old bossy made me shut the
door, so now he won't see me touch his gun!
use turned towards the light in the kitchen and held
it up to my face. I don't 'know how it happened', but somehow
I pulled the trigger, and the gun jumped back and
hit me in the jaw. I went sprawling on the porch, and
that's the last I remembered until I woke up in the house
much later.
Ma told me what had happened in the kitchen,
bullet came through the door and whizzed past Pa's
Splinters from the wooden door stuck in his hair. Ma
just turned from the table she had been working on to
get a sharper knife. The bullet hit the very same table.
Reuben had gotten up to get a book, and the
went through the back of his chair. For a moment everyone
forgot about me and then Pa brought me in, my face
covered in blood. Ma threatened to 'tan the hide of
but finally decided that black and blue face was enough
punishment for me. I've never had much interest in
since then, I can tell you!"
Grandma laughed, "The Lord was good to us,
protect my family from me!"

Karen Smith 2A.


My brother is a very unusual person, and even when I was young, trouble always seemed to come his way.
When my brother — Mike — was going to join
dad in Egypt, my mum was loaded with luggage, and
she had my brother on reins. While waiting at the airport
my mum, and many other women, bought a few drinks
mostly alcoholic! Then they nipped off to buy a paper
etc. -before entering plane. Meanwhile my brother, who had
been tied up had undone the reins, then he joined a crowd
people about to enter another plane. He ended up sitting
in a seat on the plane for Singapore! The plane taxiing
down the runway, about to take off, when it was discovers
that an anonymous little boy was on the plane. Furious.
the pilot had to taxi the great plane back to the terminus
to unload my brother!
After that, the drinks that had been left behind the counter, were discovered by my brother. Gleefully he
drank all of them except the fruit juices and unalcoholic
drinks. When my mother returned he was completely
"smashed", and face down on the counter. Eventually my
embarrassed mum staggered put to the plane, with her
eldest son — Mike — hanging unconscious from the reins,
on her arm, his feet just touching the ground something like
a puppet! Her arms loaded with luggage, her face red, from
the disagreeable, disgusted looks she received. That's a
journey she won't forget? Mike is now twenty three years
old and many such incidents have occurred through out his
life. At my last place in Cornwall, he discovered a dead
body on the beach. Also he blew up our garage. That was
a complete disaster. He was very fortunate, and escaped
with his life, but he doesn't have a fear of anything. He
was in the garage filtering petrol from his car, with mum's
best parafin heater burning merrily away. He left the
garage, but when he again went to enter the garage, 'BOOM'
the combination of petrol, paraffin and oxygen blew up our
garage. It caused considerable damage, the concrete floor
had a hole in it, the roof was non-existent and the door
(metal) was practically the same. Mum's home brewed beer
also blew its top! Many of our belongings also came to a
sudden end.

Shirley Swanson 3D.

In summer, Scarborough is always busy with tourists.
The peak tourist months are in summer. Every year more
and more people make their way to the pleasures of
Scarborough has two bays, the North Bay, and the
South Bay. The South Bay is the busier of the two. If you
look at the South Hay from the top of the castle in May,
June, July or August, you would see a beach black with
people. People crowd together everywhere. The sound of
people's voices drifts with the wind. From the castle, it
sounds like a thousand sea gulls, all crying at once. People
have come to enjoy themselves.
The smell of meat wafts from the market. You can
smell fish, its aroma floating from the fish pier, where
trawlers unload.
Walking down to the foot of the castle, you arrive at
the harbour itself. As you walk along the piers, you can
hear the sound of outboard motors and boat engines. The
boats speed up, out of the harbour and into South Bay.
A smell of oil comes from their engines.
Leaving the harbour, you pass Jimmy Corrigan's
amusement arcade, and walk around the side of the castle.
Here the smell of the sea is strong. Up above the sea
gulls have made their homes in the cliff on which the
castle stands. The cries of the sea gulls almost deafen
Going around the foot of the castle, you come to the
North Bay. This bay is too packed with people. The cliff
lift moves up and down, bringing and taking people away
from the beach.
The North Bay swimming pool, crawls with tourists.
Again there is a feeling of enjoyment. You can smell the
Hamburgers and hot-dogs being sold at a stall near the
beach. You can hear the shouts of the crowds, as they
pass by on the minature railway.
Taking the road on the left, you slip past the boating
lake at Peashom Park, and make your way into the town
again. Again you are among crowds. The shops which
range from big department stores, to small traders,
contain many people. People of all ages hurry to and fro,
heading for the shops. Turning left at the bottom of the road,
you walk down Queen's Street. Turning left again, you
pass Boyes' Stores, and stroll on into the market.
The market is very active, on each side of the
building, and down the centre are the stalls, you can
smell the food being sold. You can hear the calls of the
Leaving the market, you cross the road and go up
the main street. You turn left and saunter up King's
Street, and down the South Cliff. These are my favourite
parts of the town. Here there is a feeling a grandeur
You walk on past the town hall, and past the Grand
Hotel, which is the oldest and when it was built,
largest in Europe. You walk past the cliff lift, (the cliff
lifts were the first of their kind in Europe, when they
were built), and over the Spa Bridge. As you reach the
other side you arrive at the Spa.
Trudging wearily up the steps on the other side, you
come on to the South Cliff. The South Cliff is a mass
hotels and long houses, but it is very picturesque Walking
up past the second cliff lift and the Italian Gardens, you
arrive at the mayor road leading out of the town.
You walk up this road and then turn right. After a
long walk you reach Oliver's Mount, which was name
after Oliver Cromwell. It is crowded up here, because of
the view of the town you receive. You can also see the
Mere from the Mount
To finish the tour you retrace your steps and walk
down the major road, back into the town, across the
Valley Bridge, and finish your journey at the railway
station. The railway station is a buzz, of activity, with
trains coming and going
There is much more to see, of a busy seaside resort
in summer but to go inlo everything that can be seen
would take a life lime. If you ever go to Scarborough for
a holiday, it will probably be a holiday to remember.

Gerard Tall 5K.


                              POTTERY WORK.

Thursday we set off on the ferry,
Jumping for joy, and oh so merry.
A bus was waiting at Mgarr,
San Lawrenz was not too far.
After the work was done that night,
Off with the light, goodnight, goodnight.
Friday we went to Ta' Pinu,
When the bus stopped, out we flew,
Statues, statues all over the place,
Souvenirs of glass and lace.
The museum visit was more like school,
Lots of work, no acting the fool.
A walk around the Citadel wall,
If you jump it's a long way to fall.
The next visit was to Ramla Bay,
We hoped we could stay all day.
Before we got to sleep that night,
A beauty contest and a pillow fight.
On Saturday a nice long walk,
All we did was walk and talk.
The treasure hunt was very good,
lint we didn't find the clues we should.
Hound and round we search in vain
in every street and every lane.
Back to camp we did return
Out with books, (but not to learn)
But to read them in the sun,
Laughing, playing having fun.
Sunday we returned to Malta by ferry,
Not jumping for joy and not so merry.

Wendy Adams 1A1



A ship left Hong Kong with  a shipment of YoYos. On|
the way it struck an iceherg: and sank 36 times.

Rachel Atkinson 2B.

What's the difference between a nurse and a dress maker?
One cuts dresses and the oilier dresses cuts!


Many people go to Sicily for a holiday, but most do
not realise that a great deal of pleasure can be gained by
visiting the Aeolian Islands (more widely known as the
Lipari Islands). The Aeolian Islands are constituted of a
group of islands, some rather large, among these Salina,
Vulcano, Lipari, Stromboli, Felicudi and Nicudi; others
very small, little more than rocks projecting from the
sea. When my family and I went to Sicily we visited but
two of these Islands, Vuicano and Lipari.
We caught the Hydrofoil from Milazzo, where we were
camping, to Lipari and Vulcano. Vulcano was our first
Vulcano Island is little more than the dramatic crater
of an extinct volcano, last active in 1890. The chief interest
is in the extraordinary formations and volcanic features to
be seen. In the north of the island are, Vulcanello. a
volcano cone which rose from the sea in 183 B.C., the hot
springs of Acqua Bollente and Acqua del Bagno and the
Faragione della Fabrica from which alum is quarried.
To the south are Monte Aria and the lower Cran Craters
on which lies the Piano della Crandi and Fumarole, from
which shoot jets of sulphur vapour. The whole island
reeks of sulphur. I, myself couldn't stand the smell so I
had to retire to the little village where a slight breeze
was blowing My dad took a bath in the hot sulphur spring
slapping on himself large handfuls of sulphur mud. Even
today I think I can smell the sulphur on him!
Their is a little mini bus that can take you on a short
trip around the island. At one place there is a magnificent
panoramic view of the islands. We got the S.S. Carravagio,
a vehicle ferry that goes from Vulcano to Lipari to Milazzo,
after a pleasant day spent on Vulcano. Between Vulcano
and Lipari arc several spectacular basalt stacks, one of
which Is over 200 feet high.
Next day we caught the Hydrofoil to Lipari. Lipari is
the largest of the groups the most densely populated
(about 12,000 inhabitants) and the most highly cultivated,
also the liveliest and best furnished with the amenities or
life. After looking around the quaint little shops and streets
of the town of Lipari we took a local bus to the north
of the island. There we set about exploring. To our right
lay the islands of Panarei and Basiluzzo and straight ahead
the island of Salina. We were unable to see the summit
of the volcano of Monte Sant' Angelo 1,950 feet high,
which produced the strange pumice hill and the veins of
volcanic glass or obsidian that are found about the island.
We collected specimens of obsidean and pumice, and we
teamed up with a party of French Geologists, where we
chipped happily away with hammers and chisels conversing
together in schoolboy French. The pumice quarries stand
out like cliffs of talcum powder that crumbles if held
too tightly. All in all we had a very enjoyable visit to
the Aeolian Islands, a trip that is well worth the effort
and at a very reasonable price.

Stephen M. Taylor. 3D.

                 PEN AND INK DESIGNS




Ian Simpson 6G.


What has black and white teeth and swims in the ocean?

A piano tuna.

Catherine Spanton 2A.

What is born to succeed''

A budgie without a beak'

Gay Adams 3E.



My best friend who lives over the road has a German
cousin called Martin, who visited Malta last year and we
became very good friends. His father and mother very
kindly invited me to spend Easter with them at their home
near Stutgart.
I travelled to Frankfurt by plane and was met by
Martin and his father. We got a trolley for my case and
walked down a passage and got in a lift and went down,
we walked out of the lift and emerged in to a massive
car park.
About six cars from the end was an orange, 4 door,
Volkswagen stationwagen, which was their car. We put
my suitcase in the back with my hand luggage. We drove
though a maze of roads and at last we were in the
motorway going to Stutgart where Mr. Stietz (Martin's
father) put his foot down and we were racing along at
140 km. which is about 90 miles per hour.
From Stutgart to Frankfurt is just under 200 km.
which is about 125 miles. After two hours of driving
Martin told me we were nearly there! We :were going
down a lane when Mr. Stietz stopped and Uli, Martin's
brother got in, I shook hands with him and introduced
myself. At last we arrived. Opa, Oma, (Grandpa and
Grandma) Mrs. Stietz, Opa Stietz and Uete came cut to
greet me!
I shook hands with everybody and I took my luggage
into the house and; began to unpack. When I had finished
Martin, Uli, Uete and I went out, they showed me around
and they showed me the mill. I soon learnt all about the
Then we went in for tea which consisted of toast,
jam, tea, yoghurt and cheese. We went on the island and
into Martin's little hut. After a/bout half an 'hour we went
home and to bed. In two days time it would be Martin's
confirmation when Martin had a big party and lots of
people came.
About three days later we went to Stutgart zoo where
there was a lot of animals including apes and wild ponies.
They had aquariums full of fish. They had an open air
pool full of crocodiles and turtles . On Sunday we went to
Stutgart by train to see the special market held every
three months. It was there I bought a penknife for only
two marks -- about thirty five cents
When we didn't go anywhere I worked in the mill
tying up the bags of flour and going with Mr. Stietz and
Martin selling flour in van
About three days before I left we went to a Palace
in Stutgart which was very interesting though the guide
said everything in German There was a small private
church and, a theatre. on the day before I left we had I
to find some sweets and chocolate hidden on the island.
After a while we found all there was to find. I had many
little Easter eggs and one big one. We had our things a |
day early because I was going on the next day which was
Easter Sunday.
Next day I and the whole family travelled to Frankfurt
Airport where I said goodbve and thank you for
my exciting holiday I hope tov isit again that wonderful
place and by then I hope to know more German.

Leslie Smith 1A2


We sang a song of sickness,
And a pocket full of whys,
As thousands of our young man
Were sent away to die.
We watched so many joyful men
March along that road.
Courageously, unknowingly,
They struggled with their load.
And when the war was over,
We all began to sing.
Wasn't that a bloody way,
To crown our Country King.

D. Davies


Are you a weed or are you a wave?
Are you a monster or just a myth?
Surely my friend you should behave!
Show yourself in all your glory;
And make an end to this long, long storey.

Nigel Chapman 2B.


Burning, blistering, merciless sun,
Infinite plains, bleached bones,
Dry water holes, empty fields,
Dehydrated people, dead cattle,
Crawling flies, a living hell,
Rotting bodies, a repugnant smell.
Scavenging vultures, cowardly killers,
Stricken communities, dying painfully, slowly,
Blind eyes, roasted flesh,
Bloated bodies, blistered feet,
Decimated carcasses, dry skin,
Bones protruding, long, thin.

Kieran Smith 2A.



There he goes . . . .
Shyly hunting for food
In the wilds of British Columbia
Beneath the tall graceful mountains
Covered with ice and snow.
Down in the forest
The bear smiles,
He has found something to eat.
It is a rabbit and her leverets,
The brown creature grins with hunger.
Slowly, slowly he pads,
Along the earth
Which cracks, and breaks upon his weight.
He is so heavy
Even the trees are starting to shiver.
The bear is starving,
Suddenly he leaps cunningly
Towards the rabbit family.
Too late, they've gone
The funny animal is angry.
. . . For he growls very loudly.
I am not frightened
Though you may be
One thing for sure
Stay in the car —
Away from the disturbed animal.

Anne Birn 1A2.


I wandered out onto the green,
And started nibbling grass,
Then turned to see a horrid scene,
And hear a trumpet blast.
The scene I saw was of horses grand
And of dogs running fast.
Quickly and nimbly covering the land,
To catch me as I passed
I ran towards the forest dark,
To look for somewhere to hide,
Behind me the hounds yapped and barked,
But the hunter shall be denied.
Through the watching trees I ran,
On towards the stream,
Then quickly through it I swam,
Far ahead of the hunting team.

Susan James 2A


Fred the frog, the silly fellow,
Mostly green and slightly yellow.
Splashed and swam and wallowed about,
When he croaked it was like a shout.
He's cold and wet and a wobbly lump,
The slightest sound will make him jump.
Lives on insects, flies and things,
Especially fond of meals on wings.

Nicholas Bell 1C1.



With a head so soft and smooth,
Short pointed and dainty ears,
Eyes that glow shiny and black,
With a tail from the rear of Dave Crockett's cap.
Racoon or Kinkajou,
This funny animal so swift,
Climbs trees when chased by hunting hounds.
He makes his home in large birds' nests,
In empty holes or hollow trees,
In nooks and crannies he will search,
For wild berries, grubs of any kind.
When the snow is deep,
When his food is stored,
He curs up to sleep till the weather is warm
And his struggle begins again.

Angela Stapley 2A.


As fast as an arrow in flight,
A sleek agile foody leapt through the undergrowth,
Muscular legs pounding and yellow teeth bared.
His eyes were alert as he pursued his prey.
Cornered at last, the pursued turned in terror,
The Panther pounced with claws ready,
He ripped the frail animal to pieces,
And started his evening meal.

Michael Lamb 2A.


Still it sits,
Amber traffic light eyes,
Flashing under hooded eye lids,
On, off, on, off.
Flashing in spiralling Catherine wheels of feathers,
Saucer-like objects, filling the head,
Save for the stubby, powerful beak,
Flesh-shredder, unexpected in a wise face.
Arrow-head ears pointing this way and that,
Following the sound patterns of the night;
On, off, on, off.
This way and that,
This way and that.
The bird seemingly restful,
Poised on talons of death,
Launches witih a sudden lurch,
Life a hunter, on feathered fingers, to its prey.
Eyes, ears, beak and talons, converge like a guided missile
On its victim . . .
Still its sits,
Amber traffic light eyes,
Flashing under hooded eye lids.

Jeffrey Turner 2A.


A slithery, slimy thing.
No legs!
It just slides along,
Hoping to get past the owl,
Sitting high in the tree,
His small beady eyes
Fixed on the ground in front.
What is he?
He's got a pointed tongue,
Which every now and then he shoots out,
To catch any insects which are near.
He's a snake.
Is he a fiery python,
Or just a plain grass snake?
Small children would run,
Adults would scream.
I like to watch the thin, slippery snake go by.

Katerina Smith 1A2.


In the evening,
Swinging through the jungle,
By the old cannibal camp,
Is the brown, annoying menace of the tribes of Africa.
It swings to and fro,
Leaving behind its little, chitter-chattering voice,
To echo far and wide.
Its coat and cunning,
Face very small, with a tiny pink mouth.
This animal is the monkey.

Susan Burns 1A2.


Down by the farm next to the old vicarage,
Is the paddock.
With lush green grass set against the blue sky.
There in the shade of the old oak tree,
Is the great stallion grazing.
He lifts his grand head and tosses
his beautiful long mane,
Then he slowly lowers his head to graze once more.
He has a magnificent coat of dapple grey,
It is soft and warm to touch.
His eyes look gentle nad he seems to smile whatever.
Oh Yes! he is wonderful,
And anyone who comes to the paddock,
Will surely agree with me.

Caroline Caldwell 1A2.


I dream of a land that's far away,
Where I'd eat and sleep and play all day.
I'd run and be free from tall, dark strangers,
It's a place in the sun that has no dangers.
There's lots of cats to chase out here,
We live on juicy bones and cans of beer.
We can paddle in the waters of big blue lakes,
In this here land there ain't no snakes.
There ain't no fighting in this here land,
We can lie in the sun or play in the sand.
There ain't no such things as collars and leads,
And money and stuff nobody ever needs.

Fiona Earsman 2C


The copper fur of the fox,
Glints as it passes by,
Like a lightning streak,
Leaving the hounds far behind.
His long slim legs carry him
Far into the wood beyond,
With minutes to spare he dropped his head,
And drinks from an icy pond.
He hears again the familiar sound
Of the barking hounds and the horn,
So the fox carries on with ears pressed back, ...
Soon to wish he hadn't been born.
The fox becomes tired and slows and slows,
And soon his bushy tail droops to the floor.
At last Re collapses flat on his nose,
Unable to run any more.
The fox is found by excited hounds,
Who come to tear it apart
They claw it and bite it,
And soon they tear its heart.
The tousled fur of the fox is bloodstained,
That copper body is stiff.
His eyes are wide with anguish,
And his mouth open from his last howl.
The hunters are satisfied with their kill.
And off to the tavern they go,
Leaving t&e fox far behind them,
Stiff and dead in the snow.

Deborah Jenkins 2A.

A school playground at break;

A seething mass of hungry termites.

Francine Champman 2A.

Did you ever see a school girl?

Short-legged, snub-nosed, freckle-faced.

Alison Harvey 2A.


My auntie has a lovely pet,
"Though I have never seen it,
She never lets me take it out,
Or even watch her clean it..
She says he has a splendid face,
Stands on a chair to see it.
And if he gets stuck on the stairs
She tickles it to free it.
She feeds it pre-historic food
You'd think that one would smell it,
I though I'd buy some for my dog
But where on earth do they sell it?
I've often though, what can it be,
— I've really tried to quiz it,
And so I asked the family,
Please everyone, what is it?
My mother answered me at first
Her face all bathed in tears.
''Don't be unkind to Aunty dear,
She's had that thing for years".
Again I pressed the question,
They answered me in chorus,
"Aunt imagines that she has
A full grown dinosaurus".

Linda Harris 5K.



Thomas, a young boy who lived in a small mountain
village, was a terrible liar, and loved to play practical
jokes. He would do hardly any work at all, instead he kept
to his own motto: "To lie is to live". All the people around
knew Tom only too well. They were sick and tired of his
Now this small community was dependant on cattle
for food and money. Their goats and sheep were once
plagued by wolves and other creatures, until a great man
came and rid the people of these animals. Tom would,
as did all the other boys in his village, listen to such tales
and even stay quiet through them.
About a week later, after hearing the story of the
wolves, Tom, after telling one of the worst lies ever, was
sent up the hillside to tend the sheep as punishment. He
had done this several times before, and he found it quite
irritating, because he had no-one to joke and lie to; apart
from that, he was scared.
One cool night, Tom was sitting on a flat stone, half
asleep, with one eye watching the sheep. He thought all
was well, when he felt, strangely that something was
wrong. He swung round instantly, and saw a vicious wolf
ready to spring. Tom stood up and at the same moment
brought down his staff with a sickening crunch on the
base of the wolf's skull. It was dead.
Tom immediately ran back to the village, leaving the
sheep unattended. He banged on the first door he came
to and woke a woodman. Tom told him that a wolf had
come and that he had managed to kill it. The woodman, for
some reason, believed him and went to investigate but
reaching the spot, no trace could be found of the dead
Later, Tom received a sound beating from his father
and he was sent back up the mountain.
Next morning a corpse of a small boy was found on
the mountain, alongside the bodies of many sheep

Jeffrey Turner 2A.



"Blast!" I watched as the taillights of the bus grew
fainter through the fog.
Twelve o'clock and there went my last chance of getting
home before one. Washington at night isn't exactly
the 'nicest place to toe at, what with all the muggers, but
I knew I had better get home, so I started on the mile
long journey. I knew the way well enough; walk across
the Potomac bridge past Roosevelt island and down the
bill-board studded road called Kensington. I stopped
down to tie my shoelace, and then I started. Something
inside told me to run, but the other half said not to run
because I was running to my doom. Torn between this I
decided to jog just to be on the safe side. Then a rustle
of leaves; I threw myself forward onto the side of the
road, then the thing came forward, a black outline on the
starless sky. I then jumped up and swore, hoping it might
be scared. No go. It came on. I felt my heart miss a couple
of beats, then I darted off. The thing was game, it came after
me first at a trot then a run. I looked down the road for
help. Seeing headlights I yelled. And then rolled over the
road into the woods on the other side. The headlights shone
bright and I glanced back to see what the thing was. A
dog! A stupid mutt had scared me half to death! I caught
my breath and then went on hoping against hope to see
some sign of a lift. After about three quarters of a mile I
rounded a corner where something loomed in front of me.
this was no dog nor a post, it was a human. I picked up
a piece of stone and1 hurled it, the 'missile hit him (it
looked like a man) and I saw the head fall off, then as
the 'moonlight fall on the head I noticed it was wooden.
A scarecrow, someone had put it there for fun. I then
heard noises and I rushed off, running the last quarter of
a mile to my house, and when I finally got there, seeing
the lights off I began screaming, then my mother came out
and I passed into peaceful unconsciousness.

Frontis Wiggins 2A.


Once upon a time there lived a little boy called Fred.
Fred lived in a very big house in the country. There
many servants and Fred was very spoilt. He became
fat that his mother became worried. He ate and ate
he could hardly swallow, and then asked for more. Fred
was told by his mother: "If you don't take care, some inner
part of you will burst." But Fred didn't care. To this
replied, "What does it mailer, if I do get fatter. Put more
pudding on my "plate, and lei it do its worst."
Fred carried on getting fatter, until one day there
was a report like thunder. Doors and windows flew open
and the cat had fits. Fred had at length exploded and was
blown to bits.
His old nurse was disgusted, as she had just swept
the floor. The painful task of peeling Fred off the wall!
and ceiling gave his family a feeling of distress. Everyone
had known he would die in some awful way, but he didn't

Deborah Jenkins 2A.



Did you ever see a class
Ink-flicking, water-bombing, child-screaming.

Francine Chapman 2A.

Did you ever see a schoolboy
Dirty-kneed, baggy-trousered, tousle-haired.

Kieran Smyth 2A.


Down a long, dark alley, grim and dark,
The shadows of dustbins black and stank.
Sharp jagged glass lining the top of the wall,
A muddy black puddle, a burst football.
I look to the right, to the left, to the end
A faint glimmer of light shows round the bend.
A step forward, stop, listen
Bands of sweat on my forehead glisten.
Suddenly a wail,, a cat runs past
A shout shatters the silence like a hammer on glass.
I run wildly, looking here and there
No place to hide, I'm filled with despair.
I see ahead a gleam of light,
Footsteps behind me make me stiff with fright,
Around the next corner is a homely light.

Kieran Smyth 2A.

Scream, thump, scribe, yell,
Pencil, teacher, flick,
Book, hit, break, bell,
Rush, clamber, kick.
Francine Chapman 2A.

On October 25th a Uruguayan Airforce plane crashed
high up in the snow-covered Andes. There were twenty-six
survivors. This included me. Parrodos had an idea that if
we wanted to be rescued, we had to climb some mountains.
Since no one in the group had ever done any serious
mountain climbing, certainly not on the icy peaks of the
Cordilera, we only had a vague notion of what kind of
equipment would be needed. We managed to create snow
shoes from seat cushions or slates of aluminium bindings
from seat belts which could be used as climbing ropes, and
out of broken rods from the pilot's cabin we formed hooks
This was a great effort with everyone doing his share,
we had slept through the night we got up at dawn and in
less than ten minutes all the gear had been packed. Then
we were creeping into the dark, bone-freezing cold. The
worst thing was the ice-cold wind that numbed our faces
whilst climbing. We walked in a single line through high
cliffs! of snow and talking only when necessary. After
walking a long way we decided to find shelter. We were
rescued by a cattleman who lived in the beautiful valley
called Los Mailenas we were taken to hospital in an
Zoe Baker 4J



I was returning from a fishing trip, there was quite a
high swell and the wind was stronger than usual, but the
thing that was worrying me was the thick blanket of fog
over the sea. My only means of navigation was a pocket
compass and the boat I had to navigate was a small fishing
boat with a 20 hp outboard engine. The night was cold as
well as foggy and the two thick sweaters I was wearing
didn't stop my chattering. The time was one o'clock and I
had hoped to be in bed by four o'clock. However the fog
spoilt that chance.
I was sailing due North and to make sure of that point
I decided to check my compass. I reached for where my
compass usually was but it wasn't there. I looked around
but could see nothing, so I took my torch from my
sou'wester and shone it round the bottom of the boat. As
it passed over one section something glinted and to my
relief there was the compass. However that relief was soon
turned into despair when I saw that it was lying in slush
with the waterproof covering off. So with my means of
navigation gone, I was in a hopeless position and it seemed
that I would have to spend the night at sea. I cut the engine
and kept the boat steady with the oars and all was then
quiet except for the lapping of waves against the boat, and
the whistling wind. For a while I waited, then all of a
sudden "VROO!" and the boat was violently rocked in the
wake of a ship that couldn't have been 50 yards away. At
about 5.30 the fog lifted and I watched the sun rise in the
East, then it 'clicked'! If that was East then I should be able
to find North. This is what I did and within minutes I was
heading in a Northerly direction. I was soon within sight
of land and I could make our familiar land marks. Soon
I was coast-crawling and then I sighted my home port. My
ordeal was over.

David Bench 1A1.


It was a still, silent Saturday afternoon. The people of
Amalfi, a little village in Italy, were having their siesta.
It was about 3 o'clock when a rumbling was heard from
the distant hills. The villagers looked out of their windows,
annoyed, because the noise had woken them. The rumbling
had become a louder pitter-patter and the villagers shook
with fear for they knew what was coming. Rats! By 9
o'clock that night the rats were running around in the
street, desperately looking for food. Doors were locked
windows bolted. This was just the beginning. A week
passed. About twenty two people had died because of the
diseases, germs and dirt brought by the rats. The plague hit
the village badly. The rats even began to get inside the
people's houses. Babies were helpless and the old and
weak. There seemed no cure for the diseases and more
people began to die. After another week the rats left the
village slowly. By the time they had all gone, the village
was in a terrible state. The few people left, mourned for
their dead, then began to clean up the disorder. It took
a long time before the people began to live settled lives

Joanne Collins 3G.


Joe was bored as he walked down the street, he wished
something would happen, anything just a bit of excitement,
but nothing ever happened in Jamaica. He walked home,
kicking a rusty tin can into the gutter as he went. When he
got in he went to his bedroom and switched on his radio.
First there was the top twenty introduced by the latest
disc jockey Snazzy Dazzy. This was followed by the news
from London. After this was a programme of uninterrupted
music. Joe was not expecting the news flash that came on
half way through, "Violent winds smashed into South
America today, winds reaching Hurricane force, it is expect-
ed to hit Jamaica in the early hours of the morning." At
this moment his sister burst into the room, "Have you heard
the news?" she gasped. Her brother just sat there and
nodded. "Dad will be home soon", he said "then we will
board up the windows." His dad came in and asked Joe to
help him. The windows were finally boarded up. They sat
waiting for the Hurricane. Then it came. Trees crashed
down, the people inside whirled away like dolls, then it
was all over and Joe was bored again.

Duncan Maude 1A1.


Once upon a time there was a SHEPPARD sitting on
a LONG tree trunk on a hillside. He was looking after a
LAMB. He was bored and began to WHITTLE away at a
STAG antler. The sun became really hot, making him
WITHER. This gave him a stomach-ache, so he took a
HENNIE. He took out a pack of WADDINGTON'S playing
cards and just as he did this a LYON ran out of the forest
in the NORTH. "HOLT", shouted the SHEPPARD, as the
LYON ran at the LAMB. He fought with the LYON, chasing
it off. He only received a RIPPON in his jacket, but became
very MOODY.
Farmer GILES drove up in his MORRIS, wearing a
TAYLOR made suit. He had his son called Patter with
him, who was very brainy because he 'knew the MORSE
code, but suffered from RICKETTS disease. They both had
just come back from their holiday in FYFFE.
"This is my PATTERSON," said Farmer Giles to the
SHEPPARD. They were just going to the CHURCH of
Christ the KING and Farmer GILES looked at his watch
and said they must make HASTE.
The CHURCHWARD was very full when they arrived,
because many people had come from the HIGHLAND areas.
On the way home, Patter saw something in the road
and said, "WATTS that?" His father replied, "That's a
HEDGEHOG". Patter had learned his MORSE code in the
Army and had also learned to use a' THOMPSON submachine
gun. He smoked a cigarette, and then as usual
STUBBS it out on the floor.
At home, Farmer Giles began to do a cross-word. "Two
French words meaning something very similar to the rod."
Patter, who as I have said before, was very bright, said:

Mark Sheppard 6G.


"Quick he's coming," shrieked one of the girls.
Carefully the blackboard duster was positioned on top of
the door.
We waited with bated breaths . . . .
Footsteps on the tiled floor . . . .
Suddenly . . . . a hand reach up, grasped the duster and
in stepped our Maths teacher grinning like a Cheshire
A nudge. Another nudge. "Right. Now". She peered out
of the window and her hand shot up.
"Sir, the Admiral's coming!"
"What? Now? OK. Right do something while I tidy up my
Girls giggled. Boys looked surprised. He checked the desks
and sat down.
A minute later came a chorus of: "April fool Sir!"

Fiona Corbett 3D.



1 house, (preferably empty)
1 burglar,
1 hammer, (for breaking window)
1 bag, (to put things in)
1 bicycle, (for quick getaway)
1) Approach house discreetly from behind, making sure
occupants are elwhere.
2) Smash window using hammer specially for this
3) Open window, and enter house through window.
4) Open bag and place goodies inside, e.g. T.V., fridge,
washing machine.
6) Straddle bicycle, and get the hell out of there!

L. Graham 6A.


Mabel was an ogre (or rather ogress) of ten years of
age. She was about the size of four men standing on each
other's shoulders, and she had long fair hair which
reached down to her waist. She was in her first term at
Uphill School for Ogres (Girls Only).
After about a week Mabel had settled down very well
and she felt as though she had been at the school for years.
Then disaster struck! You see Ogre Land is situated on
a very, very large cloud, but you do have to worry about
falling over the edge of the cloud. Uphill School was about
half a mile away from the edge of the cloud and sometimes
Miss Foxtrot, Mabel's Form Tutor would take them to the
edge, so that they could reach down and pull up any
humans they could catch. These were then put into wicker
baskets and used in Cookery lessons.
The afternoon they were there, all the girls took
large fishing nets with them and they lay flat on their
stomachs, reaching over the edge of the cloud.
Just at that moment Mabel saw an aeroplane coming
towards them.
"It's mine!" she shrieked.
"No, Mabel, not that one. It's too far away, you'll
fall!" cried Miss Foxtrot.
But it was too late, suddenly Mabel let out a piercing
yell and toppled over the edge of the cloud. Fishing nets
were held out stop her but all was in vain.
Miss Foxtrot had been aware that something like this
would happen and she, very sensibly, brought a rope.
Suddenly Mabel saw a rope swinging before her eyes.
Immediately she dropped her fishing net and grabbed hold
of the rope. Soon she was being hauled to safety.
When Mabel was sitting safely on the grass Miss
Foxtrot said to her;
"Well, Mabel, after this accident I hope you will have
learnt not to lean right over the cloud. As a new ogre to
the school we will say no more about it, but woe betide
you if you do anything like this again!"
This is just one of the adventures Mabel had at
Uphill School for Ogres (Girls Only).

Susan Latham 1A2.


One day, at the bus stop, I was mucking around with a
hockeystick. I hit a stone and it went flying over to the
other side of the road where a bus-stop queue was waiting.
I quickly passed the stick to Geraldine and went bright red.
She quickly passed it to someone else and went red.
Another time I was embarrassed was last when we went
for a walk. We were playing our casette and a song had just
finished. The next record came on, just as some boys were
passing. The record was "Rupert the Bear". We died of
laughter and went bright red.
One more time when I was embarrassed was when I
was walking down the main street with my friend, she
stopped to look in a shop window. I carried on walking and
talking to her. Everyone was looking at me and wondering
who I was taking to. I finally turned around and found no
friend, and once more I went bright red and dived into the
nearest shop.

Debbie Canham 4K.


1 Leader of the Pack. -Cdr. Stubbs
2 Art for Art's Sake. - Mr. Singleton
3 Falling Apart at the Seams. - Miss Nelson
4 Tulips From Old Amsterdam. - Mr. Holland
5 Smoke Gets in Your Eyes. - Miss Ash
6 Walk Tall.  - Mr. Bonner
7 Leaving of Liverpool. - Miss Shone
8 Concrete and Clay. -  Miss Rae
9 I'd Like to Teach the World to Sing. - Miss Scott
10 What Shall We Do With The Drunken Sailor? - Mr. Hughes
11 Rent a Santa. - Mr. Christmas
12 Wooden Heart. - Mr. Kitson
13 Je t'aime. - Mr. Latham



Fifth year confused.
Wanders absent mindedly,
Makes decisions.
Can't abide by them.
Which subject to take,
What is important,
Can't decide,
Not much time left.
When to leave school,
Should we stay on,
What is best.
How can we know?
Tired of school,
But have no future,
Must continue,
Even unwillingly.

Gary Booth 5K.


Orange, Red, Yellow?
Yes that's the colour,
At this time of year.
Brown leaves falling,
Forever falling,
Crisp and dry?
Yes, that's how they feel.
Bare, Bare trees?
Yes, that's how they look,
Brown, twisting branches,
Cold and bleak.
But soon the snow will fall,
And they will look bare no more.

Elizabeth Orr. 2C.


Batter covered cakes,
Kitchen full of batter lakes.
Dog on the floor licking,
Batter from the fan dripping.
Always willing to have another go,
Pancakes falling like snow.
Batter covered sisters,
Sores aches and blisters.
Batter on the floor,
And a batter covered door..
Always willing to have another go,
Pancakes falling like snow.

Christopher Starling 1A2.


The moon shines with a pale, green light,
Lighting the trees below,
Her magic light shines on trees and dells.
Sinking wearily, heavy a sigh,
She rests to await another night.

Suzanne Munnelly 4L.

Did you ever see a teacher?
Cane-cracking, voice-growling, books-marking.
Alison Harvey 2A.

swelling, beating, rising, roaring,
Cold, salty, wet,
Booming, hissing, spraying, scaring,
Fish, haul, net.
Julie Fisher 2A.


                                                 Cpt. M. F. Law the new Officer in Charge Schools, Malta and Naples. 


Mr Gallagher has left Cairo and now has a post in England.
Mr. and Mrs. Gerrard are both teaching at St. Margaret's School, York — but spend most holidays in Malta.
Mr. McAllister is Head of English at St. Andrew's School — Leatherhead.
Mr. Ruoff has returned from the post of Senior Master at the High School at Stratford on Avon but is  doing part time work.
Mr. Harris is Deputy Head of St. George's School Hong Kong where Mr. Alexander is Head of English and Miss Angela Gallagher is an assistant in the English Department.
Commander Coupe has retired from the Navy and is now working in Cambridge.
Mrs. Catherine Farmer is still teaching in the Birmingham Area but was in Malta with her husband for a summer holiday.
Lieutenant Commander and Mrs. Cottam are now living in their house at Bishop's Waltham — he is with MOD and she doing some broadcasting.
Lieutenant Commander Derek Butler has retired from the Navy and is teaching in Singapore.  Mr. P. Wright has now a post with the EEC in Brussels; they now have a baby daughter.
I am sure people will be pleased to hear news of former Headmasters:  Captain Miles is living at East Hoathley.  Admiral Bellamy is Deputy Director of the Polytechnic
of the S. Bank. Admiral Morgan has just retired as D.N.E.S. and has been appointed as Administrative Secretary of the Science Research Control.
Captain Mannering is now teaching part time at Cheltenham Ladies' College.
Captain Malkin has retired from the Navy and is Secretary of the Church Schools Company.
We were delighted to see Lt. Cdr. S. A. PARKIN R.N., ex Deputy Head who came round to see us while holidaying in Malta.
It is with deep regret that we have to announce the deaths of Mr. Edgar BATTYE in October 1975, Mr. Henry HITCHCOTT in September 1976, Mrs. ALTON (Miss DIANA DIBLEY) in April 1976 and we offer our sympathy to Mrs. HITCHCOTT and Dr. ALTON.

J. Yule M.B.E.
former Senior Mistress

                                                                    OLD PUPIL'S PAGE

It is two years since the Tal Handaq Magazine has published any news of its former pupils - - Last year's news was too late to be published. There are, however, many who keep in touch and I hope that those who read these notes will. encourage others to send in their news, especially as many do not realise that the school is still a very flourishing concern.
We offer our congratulations to Penny Tatton who was married to David Currie in July 1974 — they met at Southampton University where as was reading Biology and Penny, History — Since then, she has gained a second class Honours Degree and they are now fish farming in the Outer Hebrides.
Roger Tatton is a Lieutenant in the Royal Navy — he is married with a small girl. Peter Ross was married to Christine Cairns in November
1974 — after gaining a B.Sc. in Geology at Manchester University he did a year's work for a Ph. D. at Imperial College but decided not to complete it and is now an Instructor Officer in the Royal Navy. His brother, Robert, gained a degree at East Anglia University and intended to work in Industry.
In March 1975, Bernard Hatchard spent his honeymoon here — he has a degree in Bio-Chemistry and is also working in Industry — contempory of his, John Mccallum. has a Science degree and works for British Leyland near Preston— he is married with a small daughter.                 Geoffrey Edgell has similar qualifications and is with 'Rolls Royce at Derby, he is also married with two children.
It is very gratifying to have news of pupils who left Tal Handaq a good while ago, one of these was Tony Overton who after a spell in the RAF — now works for Proctor and Gamble — he gave news of Michael Slater who is now in Australia. Another visitor from far off days was Richard
Sanders, now a Flying Officer in the RAF; he married Melanie Lusty who was at Tal Handaq after he left — she trained as a Radiographer. They have a small son.
Out of the blue, I had a letter from Kathleen Pilsbury — now Mrs. Thomas, she had seen a copy of the 1973 Magazine
and though having left in 1959, she was thrilled to hear news of the school. She obtained a degree in Architecture at Manchester University and worked for several years as an architect on Commercial Development — she has now "retired" as she had a son in July 1975. She gave news of
Charlotte Finney who qualified as a dentist at Edinburgh University and until recently had a commission as a Surgeon Lieutenant Commander in the Navy. She is now married to Alan Pye, an Instructor Officer R.N. William Duncan "is still Music Master at Saltus Grammar School, Bermuda. He gave news of Malcolm Chesney who is Deputy Head of a Junior School in Birmingham.
Maureen Sillis (Mrs. BLEAKLEY) now live's in Cornwall and has a little girl.
Roger Tregunno gained a degree at Sheffield University and is now a Government Factory. Inspector in the Birmingham area.
Rosemary Dearden Mrs. GRENYER) has been teaching Geography at Habadasher Aske's School — she and her husband have recently published some text books on Geography. (Oxford Geography Projects).
Michael Vingo is teaching Zoology at Croydon and recently paid a visit to Malta.

News of more recent pupils include: Claire Barraclough who is studying Music and her sister Nicola, Domestic Science.
Linda Cottam has been accepted for a course at Winchester Art College.
Dorian Church is in her last year at Sussex University. Paul Grimson who has a commission in the RAF has married a former head girl, Maureen Jones.
Woodley Jones is an officer in the Army Education Corps. Richard Hoctor is teaching PE in Germany. Lynn Eder is working in London as an executive with Pepsi-Cola.
David Simpson who left in 1975 is working in a factory in Truro. Steven Jones is doing an Art Course.
Pat Fitton, last year's Head Girl, has joined the Wrens as a Cadet Entry.
Timothy Agius Ferrante, ex Head Boy, is now married to a former pupil Charmaine Burton. They are now living in Mdina, Malta.
We have news of a couple of our American pupils — Bobbie Bradley is married, he worked with an Oil Company for some time but after his father's death he has returned to Texas; to manage the family property.
Larry Bridwell completed a welding course in America and hopes to find a job with an Oil Company.
I hope these few notes will encourage other old pupils to send in their news and that they will pass on the fact that Tal Handaq is still growing strong!

J. Yule M.B.E.


                  EXAMINATION RESULTS 1975-76            

LONDON 'A' LEVEL — June 1975

English: Paul Darmody; Julie Davies; Patricia Fitton; Jill Pelan.

Maths: Susan Harvey; David Sweet

French: Julie Davies; Jill Pelan.

Geography: Patricia Fitton.

Chemistry: Ean Smith; David Sweet.

Physics: Ean Smith; David Sweet

OXFORD 'A' LEVEL — June 1975

Art: Paul Darmody.

LONDON 'O' LEVEL — June 1975


English Language: Sally Angel; Hazel Ansell; Susan Barber; Ella Chapman; Nancy Church; Denise Collins; Evelyn Coulston; Penelope Davison; Anne Dowie; Heather Kay; Linda Feltham: Karen Fretwell; Linda Hessel; Deborah  H e l l i w e l l , Sally Home; Deborah Johnstone; Karen Lamb; Christine Morgan; Maureen Rae; Barbara Reed; Alexandra Rowland Beverly Shaw; Karin Sowerby; Kim Stagg; Janice Taylor; Joanne Wiggins; Lynn Wilkins.

English Literature: Sally Angel; Hazel Ansell; Susan Barber  Nancy Church; Anne Dowie; Heather Fay; Deborah Helliwell ; Maureen Rae; Janice Taylor; Lynn Wilkins.

Maths. Sally Angel; Hazel Ansell; Nancy Church; Anne Dowie ; Maureen Rae.

H i s t o r y : Deborah Helliwell; Chistina Daniels; Deborah King; Maureen Rae; Joan Rennie; Janice Taylor.

Needlework and Craft: Susan Fitton; Susan Gault; Kathryn Morse; Erica Stapley; Elaine Storey; Marion Watts; Judith Whittle;  Karen Wither.


Food and Nutrition: Hazel Ansell; Susan Barber; Angela Berrington; Jill Cartwright; Heather Fay; Linda Hessel; Karen Lamb; Maureen Rae; Alexandra Rowland; Julie Taylor; Lynn Wilkins.

Human Biology: Linda Hessel; Kathryn Morse; Janice Taylor.

Biology: Anne Dowie; Deborah Helliwell: Maureen Rae.

Chemistry: Anne Dowie.

Physics: Anne Dowie.

French: Nancy Church; Anne Dowie; Heather Fay; Maureen Kae.

German: Nancy Church; Evelynn Coulston; Anne Dowie.

Latin: Heather Fay; Sally Horne; Deborah Johnston; Maureen Rae.

Commerce: Angela Berrington.

Music: Sally Angel; Anne Dowie.

Geography: Louise Crookshank; Maureen Rae.


English Language: Larry Churchward; John Cossins; Derek Feltham; Richard Hancock; Paul Harvey; Mark Hyland; David Jump; Hugh Landelis; Archie McCallum; Nicholas Morse; Stephen Nesbitt; Lee Pape; Ian Simpson; Graham Stewart; Jeremy Taylor; John Thompson. English Literature: Derek Felitham; Stephen Nesbitt.

Maths: Michael Barltrop; John Cossins John Duff; Derek Feltham; Mark Hyland; Stephen Nesbitt; Lee Pape; Graham Stewart; John Thompson.  

History: Clive Churchward; Larry Churchward; David North; John Thompson.

Biology: Keith Naylor; Stephen Nesbitt; Lee Pape.

Chemistry: John Cossins; Derek Feltham; Mark Hyland; Stephen Nesbitt; Lee Pape.

Physics: Michael Barltrop; John Cossins; Derek Feltham; Mark Hyland; Keith Naylor; Stephen Nesbitt; Lee Pape; Graham Stewart; John Thompson.


Technical Drawing: John Allcott; Leslie Bartlett; John Cossins; Derek Feltham; Paul Flood; Stephen Gallagher; Keith Naylor; Trevor Rowland; Graham Stewart; Timothy Pringle.

Geography: Richard Hancock; Mark Hyland; JohnThompson.

Latin: John Cossins; David Jump.

French: Stephen Nesbitt; Lee Pape; John Thompson.

Music: Stephen Nesbitt.

OXFORD '0' LEVEL — June 1975


Art: Nancy Church; Evelyne Coulston; Louise Crookshank; Christina Daniels; Susan Gault; Jacqueline Healey; Debra King; Cheryl Sanderson; Christine Smith; Elaine Storey.

Pottery: Nancy Church; Louise Crookshank; Christina Daniels; Deborah Helliwell; Janice Taylor.

R. Studies: Susan Gault; Lynne Wilkins.


Art: Dean Norman; Steven Rippon; Kristian Shroll.

Pottery: Paul Flood; John Thompson.

Engineering Whsp: John Allcott.

Woodwork: Keith Naylor.

LONDON 'O' LEVEL — January 1976

English Language: Louise Crookshank; Patricia Ransom; Judith Waghorn.

French: Angela Griffith.

Geography: Larry Churchward; Penelope Davison; David North.

History: Jeremy Taylor; Gillian Male.

Human Biology: Louise Crookshank.

LONDON 'A' LEVEL — January 1976

Maths: Richard Howorth,




Elementary: Gail Torrance; Denise Sanderson; Kathryn

Howorth; Shannon Branch; Sylvia Houghton; Helen Male;

Leonora Gallagher; Sharon Watts; Deborah Jackson; Deborah

Newman; Deborah Cowan; Hazel Ansell; Janis Rose;

Karen Barrow; Karen Wither; Marion Watt; Linda Hessel.

Intermediate: Barbara Reed; Julie Hancock; Alexandra Rowland.

Pitmanscript: Helen Male — 50 w.p.m.; Deborah Jackson

— 60 w.p.m.; Sylvia Houghton — 60 w.p.m

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