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STRUA '65

Cover: Jean AuldistStruan Art AwardOf old, it stands alone, symbolic of thepast,A monument and donorOJ dignity to the educators oj thefuture.Brick red!Around -lush green of vine and tree,Inside; musty air walls imbuedWith rains of winters gone.Lingering spirits, memories of thosewho passed-Through to the world unknown.To them,Struan standsA lasting source of reminiscence .Keith Naylor.TOWARDS "rHE HORIZONS ...

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STRUAN '65This MagazineAttemptsTo DocumentIn Prose, Poetry and PhotographyThe People, Events and PlacesAssociated With A YearIn A Teachers' CollegeEditorsStruan Sub-Editorliterary ContributionsArt ContributionsPhotographsVIC SAYGEOFF OLNEYBEV BAYSJ. AULDISTW. BAILEYM. DEANT. LAYBOURNET. LEEC. O'SHEAN. SCHICKW. St. CLAIRH. USSHERJ. AULDISTR. CARTERR. KROESY. HAYWOODG.CURRANA. GUTHRIE2Technical AssistanceAward WinnersArtPoetryLiteratureStaffG. WHITEJ. AULDISTL. DAVIESG. McILROYMr. JULERMr. BRENNANMr. PIGGOTTMr. WITTMAN

Presidentls ReportM ax Benn ettPresident S.R.C. 1965On loo king back over the year thequ estion that any com mittee , organisation or association asks itself is"Wha t ha ve we a chieved?"This is a ve ry pertinent questiona nd is often d ifficult to answer truthfully"However, w ith regard to theS.R.C. this year we did ach ievesomething.At the moment the ma in task ofthe S.R.C. at Frankston T.C. involvesadministration and the control of themoney obtained from the fee placedon each student at the college. Thismoney was a bly d istributed amongthe va rious com mittees by the FinanceCommittee. It was d istributed a mongthe followi ng com mittees: Publ ications,Social , Grounds Improvement,Concert and Dramatics and Spo rt.Social Service does not receive a grant,as it is against College policy .These committees are autonomouswith in themselves, but are technicallyresponsible to S.R.C. and then to thePrincipal, who has the power of veto,for their actions. The S.R.C. as awhole has the power to d irect ind i­vidu a l comm ittees on what course ofaction should be taken if the occasionshould arise where th is is necessary.The Comm ittees a re free to conductmeetings and d raw up the ir ownplans to spend or use their allocation.Some say that the committees are tooifree and that S.R.C. should have morecont rol over the ir act ions and decisions. Clubs formed w ithin thecollege are also under the cont rol ofthe S.R.C. These include the camera,trampoline and music clubs. The latterreceived £70 from SRC th is year.At the beginn ing of the yearwe had some problems w ith thePub licat ions Committee. At firstit consisted of one enthusiasticmember and the Publications Committeewas threatened with extinctionunless a full committee could beformed . The problem was resolved,and since the Jo int Editors took controlthe Publ ications Committee hasnot looked back and must be congratulated on the work they put out.To dis ba nd the idea of a Pub licat ionsComm ittee would be a loss to thecollege and it is hoped the system ofjoint ed itors w ill overcome the problemsthat have existed in the past.As well as the control and organisationof committees, S.R.C. administersthe sa le of pennants, mot ifs,badges, tie pins and cuff links, andthe S.R.C. office is the storehouse oflost property in the college. Thislatter task in one w hich the S.R.C.could well do w ithout. The CanteenDuty Roster is also in the hands of theS.R.C., but th is "volunta ry" roster failsbecause of the lack of active supportfrom the students. Returning studentsshould realise that if they refuse cooperationin this matter in the future,the result may be that the canteenw ill close down altogether.The organisation of Inter-Collegevisits is pe rhaps the g reatest ta sk thatS.R.C. ha s underta ken th is year.During the year four colleges visitedus -Geelong, Bend igo, Western andTechn ical T.C.'s. All these were successfuland enjoyed by the collegesconcerned.A small contingent came down from

Geelong on the 7th July by buses,and despite the weather enjoyed themselves.This visit was a little disappointingbecause the social a spectwas largely neglected. Amends weremade on the 11th August when thewhole of the Bendigo TC visited us.Altogether th is was a very successfulday both socially and on the sportingfield . On the 17th August a small butenergetic group from Western TC,South Australia, visited us . These"Westerners" were jealous of ourcollege's surroundings, view andhostel. The visit by the Technica l TCwas an educational one and S.R.C.provided the gu ides and acted a shosts for the morn ing.These visits are a ve ry importa ntpart of college life; they g ive therespective S.R.C.'s a chance to me etand ex cha nge views regarding th eoperation of their councils and thevisits pro vide competition in a widevariety of sports and a chance forthe colleges to meet socially.It is pleasing to hear that Inter­State college visits are coming backinto vogue. These were popular anumber of years ago, but seemed tohave d rifted into the background.However, they a re with us again andit is up to the students of the variouscolleges not to abuse them, but tomake the most of a valuable opportunity.Perhaps the most im porta nt roleof S.R.C. is to look into and carry outif practicable and acceptable, suggestionsmade by the students withinthe college. This year the S.R.C. followedup a number of student requestsand suggestions with fewpositive results. These included:A Miss Aus tra lia entrant from thecollege sponsored by the S.R.C.; avending machine; a cafe-bar machine;lib rary seating; a certificate of competencyfor the operation of a filmprojector; exa ms and their clashw ith teaching rounds and the questionof teaching marks. This last onewas perhaps the most important andsucces sful task that the S.R.C. carriedout this year as far a s the students,particularly the first-years,were concerned. The result is nowtha t teaching marks are given aftereve ry round, and the C classificationis divided into C+ and C-. Thissuccess showed the practical influenceand powe r that SRC does pos ses s andshould provide an ince ntive to the incoming S.R.C. It proved that if thestud e nts have a leg itimate grievanceand b ring it to S.R.C., something canbe done about it.The question that we a sked andthe incoming S.R.C. asked and futureS.R.C.'s will a sk is how can S.R.C. beimproved? What more can SR.C.do? These are difficult questions andit wi ll be only over a period of timeand experience that S.R.C. will furtherd evelop. S.R.C. can develop only a sthe needs of the students demand,and w :1I undoubtedly do so as theCollege expands and the studentpopulation increases. The three-yearcourse a nd later the four-year coursewill affect S.R.C., whose constitution,outlook and responsibilities willchange markedly.In conclusion I wish Geoff Olneyand his S.R.C. every success in 1966.5

EditorialVi c Say, Geoff Olney, EditorsThis publication marks the cl imax ofa busy and complicated year for thePub lications Committee. The incumbenteditors took over half waythrough the year and have been sixmonths behind ever since . However,STRUAN is here, your record of 1965at Frankston Teachers ' College.The policy of the Publications Com ­mittee is for ma ximum student participotionin student publications andwe thank those stud ents who contributedto and helped with the productionof Seahorse and Struan. Notto he overlooked are those staff memberswho assisted us greatly w ithadvice and judged the Struan awards.Thank you!A disappointing feature of thePublications year, however, has beenthe la ck of support of a great numberof students; those who were askedto put names to photographs; thosewho were asked to write reports andso on .However, enough of sou r grapes.Many of you are leaving Collegefor good. Physically, anyway. Don 'tleave a ltogether. Don 't w iden yourho rizo ns a nd fo rget where you started.Perhaps thi s Strua n w ill he lp you remembertho se left behind as it m ig hthelp those to remember you.Wherever you are, in College orout there teaching, good luc k, andkeep up the good work.6

Your RepresentativesPresidentVice·PresidentJunior Vice-PresidentSecretaryTreasurerCommittee SecretariesSocialSportPublicationsConcerts and DramaticsSocial ServiceCollege ImprovementsWelfare RepresentativeFair CommitteeMAX BENNETTMARILYN DEANJOHN WINTLEKEN MILSOMNORM BOOTHJANIE WINDERLAURIE PECKHAMDIANE BAIRDVIC SAYGEOFF OLNEYCHRIS MYERSJEAN AULDISTPHIL CROKEJENNY LOGANMR. J. PROWSEKEN MILSOMMICK PlUMSTEADTHANK YOU7

StaffSTAFF.• PRINCIPAL: GEORGE A. JENKINS, BA, B.Com., B.Ed ., T.P.T.C.,MAC.E.•EDUCATION: ALWYN H. FRY, BA, B.Ed ., T.P.T.C., MAC.E.KEVIN H. MUTIMER, B.A ., B.Ed., T.P.T.C., AB.Ps.S .FRANCIS A JONES, B.A, Dip .Ed., T.P.T.C.JOAN M. ANSELL, B.A., Dip.Ed., I.T.C., T.P.T.C., 2ndHons.KENNETH E. RUNCIMAN , BA, Dip .Ed. (Oual.),T.P.T.C., 1st Hons.JOHN A. WHITE, B.A., T.P.T.C., 2nd Hons.ROBERT R. CAMERON, T.P.T.C., 1st Hons,J. ENGLISH : MONTAGUE BROWN, B.A., B.Ed. (QuaL), T.P.T .C.RICHARD WITTMAN, B.A., B.Ed . (QuaL), T.P.T.C.JAMES J. PROWSE, BA, B.Ed., T.P.T.C.DAVID A. JULER, BA, B.Ed., T.P.T.C.GRAHAM A. McGARV IE, B.A., Dip.Ed., T.P.T.C.BERNARD RYAN, B.A, Dip.Ed., T.P.T.C.(Mrs .) MARGARET BROWN, T.P.T.C.• ART: DONALD H. ALLAN, AT.C., T.P.T.C.RAYMO ND J. GILES, Dip.Art., T.P.T.C.THOMAS G. WELLS, Dip.Art., T.S.T.CA(A/C).GORDON E. BRENNAN, S.T.C.(Eng.), A.T.C.(Eng.)OWEN A PIGGOTT, Dip .Art., T.S.T.C.(A/c).MAISI E M. PAPWORTH, TAC.T.C., T.P.T.C., 2ndHons,8• SOCIA L STUDIES: GERTRUDE F. KENTISH , BA, B.Ed. , Dip . Phys. Ed.,T.P.T.C.JACK LACY, BA, Dip.Ed., T.P.T.C.LESLIE G. LOMAS, B.A., B.Ed., Dip.Ag.S

StaffI.1.I.e. : (Mrs.) E. M. PATRICIA KENNEDY, T.LT.e., T.P.T.e.MYRNA S. HOMES, T.I.T.C.JUNE E. GUPPY, T.I.T.e., 1st Hons.(Mrs.) JANET M . SAXE, LI.T.e.• SCIENCE LAWRENCE J. E. FLYNN, B.S.c., B.A. (Qua!.), B.Ed.AND MATHEMATICS (QuaL), T.P.T.C.WILLIAM HOWE, B. Com., Dip.Ed., T.P.T.C.IAN L. GILL, Dip.Ag.Sci., T.P.T.C.WINIFRED SMALES, Dip.Hort., T.P.T.C.FREDERICK E. BROWN, T.P.T.C..• MUSIC: BRIAN A. CHALMERS, B.Mus., B.Ed., S.T.P .C., T.P.T.e.(Mrs.) JANET E. FERRARI, B.Mus., S.T.P.e., T.P.T.C. (onleave) .ROBERT C. BILSBOROUGH, S.T.P.e., T.P.T.C., 2ndHons..•LIBRARY: GRAHAM P. CORR, B.Com., Dip .Ed., T.T.L.e., T.P.T.C.A . RAYMOND HAYNES, T.T.L.e., Lib.Prelim., T.P.T.C.,2nd Hons.WILLIAM G. DOLPHIN, T.LL.C., Lib.Prelim., T.P.T.C.,2nd Hons.(Mrs.) MARIE T. LACY, T.I.T.e. , T.P.T.C.PAULINE A. DAVIES, T.P.T.C..•PHYSICAL EDUCATION: PETER LADD, Dip.Phys.Ed., T.P.T.C.VALERIE J. WALLACE, Dip .Phys.Ed., T.P.T.C.JUDITH LONGDEN, Dip.Phys.Ed., T.P.T.C.,. ATTACHED: Dr. PHILIP J. STRETTON, M.B., B.S.9

10Th e unknown person whose quiet, diligent attention to dillies and thoughtjulness[or others hav e made him (or her) the perfect college memb er.

College DiaryFebruaryMarchMayJulyAugustSeptemberNovemberDecemberCollege re-openedCombined Teachers' Colleges' SwimmingCarnival - WE WON!Garden Party"Hotel Paradiso"Geelong T.C. visitedMid Year BallEducation Week"Tom Jones"Bendigo T.C. visitedWestern T.C. (S.A.) visitedTours: Heron Island, Magnetic Island,Gold Coast, Perth,Camping and Combined toursof the Centre.Combined Teachers' Colleges' AthleticsCarnival - WE WON AGAIN!College closedFootbaU Premiership - WE WON AGAIN!Graduation BallGraduationCollege Closed11

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Around the CollegeBushwalking . ..with m od cons.Did yolt hearwhat she said?Bendigo cam e . . .~~':":--- -l-:- ~..c;"'f ~==__'-I,_:>::­ ---""""18. . . and we went.

Combined Centre TourWednesday, September 1-Left Spencer Street on the Ove rlander on the firstleg of what proved to be an inte resting tou r from wh ich we all returned w ithmore know ledge than we had prev iously en joyed.We left late-this was to become a recurring feature of the trip . Sleep, manyof us found, was something that was well-nigh imposs ible for we were all havingsuch an exciting time.Thursday, 2nd-Bleary eyes and haggard faces seemed fa irly general at MurrayBridge, where a few brave souls partook of a most delightful breakfast. Firstincident-Lyn lost her toothpaste down the fold-away sink, followed shortly byHeather. The facial scene had changed slightly by the time we reached Adelaide.The major ity of our party went sightseeing, while wiser old owls booked sleepingberths for the journey home. We were amazed at the speed of the clerks at thestation-it took them fully two hours to change bookings for five people.Adelaide-Port Pirie - General rule was catch ing up on the previous night'ssleep (or lack of it).Port Pirie-Maree - Singalong enjoyed by all.Friday, 3rd-Gibber Plains, w ith odd houses appearing now and then. Theideal place to teach .Oodnadatta-all out for photos. Many of us were struck by squalor and filthin wh ich Aborigines exist.Saturday, 4th-Arrived Alice Springs 12.30 a.m., 2 ~ hours late . Welcomedat the hotel by a row of tents wh ich we were infor med were to be "home" .Morn ing visit-John Flynn Memorial Church, Rex Battarbee Art Museum,Flying Doctor Base, Nationa l Park where the origina l Alice Springs was founded.Afternoon "visit"- sw imming, horse-rid ing, Pitchi Ritchi art camp.Evening-trip to the pictures, Central Austral ian style.Sunday, 5th-Left for Ayers Rock on Pioneer bus "Werrup", which means RedOchre. Our coach captain, Noel McKenna, an extremely informative and veryfriendly person.Curta in Spri ng-sang Happy Father's Day to Uncle Gordon. We arrived atAyers Rock after a 9 t -hour dr ive.Monday, 6th-Got the "feel" of the Rock. Later we went round to see theOverlanders Camping Tour. Hurray for clean us.Tuesday, 7th-Many d iscovered just how far it is to the top of Ayers Rock.Some didn't even bother to find out at all.Wednesday, 8th-Left Ayers Rock 8.30 a.m . Some of us had camel rides .We were surprised to find Aborigines owning camels.Reached Alice aga in about tea time.Thursday, 9th-New bus, "llumca", meaning Ghost Gum, and a very pleasantdriver, Norm. We were taken out to Ellery Creek Gorge where we resided atthe Glen Helen Lodge. The rooms were luxurious, but this fact was spoilt by thehard water which curdled our soap.Friday, 10th-We saw the Glen Helen and Orm iston Gorges.Saturday, l1th-Hermannsburg Mission. We were shown the schoo l, the oldand the new churches and the vegetable garden. We were pleased to have anAbo rigine travel back to Alice with us. He kindly showed us how to play therhythm sticks.Sunday, 12th-We left dear old Alice at 8 a.m.Monday, 13th-Once again arrived late-this time into Adelaide.Tuesday, 14th-Breakfast in bed with papers delivered, and , yes! We arrivedlate home at Spencer Street.Altoge ther the Combi ned Centre was a tour never to be forgotten. Mr. Brennanand Miss Papworth were terrific and helped our trip to run smoothly and happily.-ANNE SHEPPARD.19

Journey to Western AustraliaThe journey to Western Australia was not only a marvellous holiday but wasan educational experience which should be remembered by the tourists for manyyears.Boarding the " Trans Continental" at Port Pirie after a smooth trip from Melbournewe began to feel a hol iday spirit with the delicious meals and the serv iceprovided by our stewards. Cards, singalongs and dancing (except congas) werethe means by which we filled in time as the train dashed across the Nullabor.The desert is impressive. However, it is not as desolate as is often implied. Bluebush, myall, mulga and mallee dot the landscape with occasional trees here andthe re. At certain spots the tra in halts at a siding where there is a weatherboardbuilding and one or two outhouses. A couple of hundred yards back from theline, is a line of about seven houses-this is the ma in street.One such place is Cook, which is 569 miles from Port Augusta and 539 milesfrom Kalgoorlie. Cook is a diesel refuelling station and the occupants of theseveral establishments are employed by the Railways.Arriving at Kalgoorl ie at about 8.00 p .rn. on Sunday evening we were shownourt'sultes" or cabins located in a railway carr iage stationed in a rail siding. Onthe following morning we were taken on a tour of Kalgoorlie. This is an historicgold-mining town which has an atmosphere that is all its own. It has a widemain street-Hannan Street-in which is the monument to Patrick Hannan, thefirst man to strike it rich there, and along which cars and people move as if theyhad nowhere to go. The people are very friendly and willing to have a yarn. Wewere taken to an open-cut mine no longer operating and then to one of thebiggest mines on the fields, the " Earl Kalgurlie" mine. Here we saw a huge shaftin operation and a mighty box-like bucket bringing up loads of ore and rubblefrom the hollow far below. As well as gold, Kalgoorlie obtains £1* million worthof wool per annum from its sheep. Another feature here was the Mt. Charlottereservoir which is supplied from Mundaring Weir, 350 miles away. The wateris carr ied this distance by a mighty pipeline.Journeying the final stage on the " Kalgoorl ie" we arrived in Perth on sched uleon Tuesday morning. In fact, and, Victoria Railways take note, we were actually30 seconds early, according to Doug Jamieson, when we pulled in at Perth station.Perth is a large city w ith its fine banks, insurance blocks, spacious and well-keptdepartment stores and its clean streets. A couple of its streets in the heart ofthe commercial block are one-way which helps to keep traffic and shoppersflowing well.We settled in well at the Britannia Hotel in William St. and were well receivedby George and Ness Youngman who provided excellent meals and service duringour stay.Our first organised tour was a bus trip around the subu rbs of the Swan River.This began with King's Park, a beautiful hillside parkland on the outskirts of thecity. From here one has a lovely scenic view of Perth as it looks majestically overthe Swan River. The best v iew is seen from the foot of the War Memorial, builton the highest point of King's Park. The new Narrows Bridge linking outgoingroads from Perth to Fremantle and Kwinana, looks like a structure made from achild's mecanno set from this point.A feature of the tour which was not looked forward to but which wasthoroughly enjoyed was the visit to the Schools and Colleges of Perth. The first20

school was Coolbinia Primary School, which goes to Grade 7. All the PrimarySchools in Perth go to Grade 7, then the children go to Junior High School fortwo years, after which they proceed to Senior High School where they do SubLeaving in one year, and Leaving which is a two-year course. After passing theirfinal Leaving Examination they have the equivalent of the Victorian Matriculation.At Coolbinia we were shown over the school by a Mr. Segar, a Nature Studiesexpert attached to the school. A particular feature of this school was the emphasison plants and wildflowers of Western Australia. Numerous gardens and nurserieswere laid out where the children could watch the plants and flowers growing ina "natural" situation. There is a plan for an open air "nature classroom" wherethe children could go for their Nature Study lessons.The Tuart Hill High School came next and was certainly a beautiful school.Completed in 1956 it is a two-storey white brick building with large green tintedwindows to provide plenty of light to the spacious classrooms without allowingtoo much glare. There are 1500 pupils attending the school which has new andefficient science rooms, a lecture theatre (used for lectures and films in science),a swimming pool, large playing fields, and a large assembly courtyard. Thisschool also provides for art and craft subjects such as painting, pottery, woodwork,sewing and mechanical work. There are separate rooms fully equippedfor each of these departments.We then went to Claremont Teachers' College where we were amply entertainedat a luncheon given by the staff and members of the S.R.C. This Collegeis housed in a large two-storey building and differs in appearance from our ownCollege. Some of the lecture rooms here, I thought, were a little small.During the afternoon we inspected the Graylands Teachers' College which issituated at a former Army Barracks w ith the tin and wooden huts and sheds beingturned into lecture theatres. A feature here was that all the students participatein some form of gardening and work around the College for certainperiods each week. A couple of the students who were showing usabout, said, that besides making the surroundings more attractive it helpsto inculcate a better College spirit amongst the inmates. There certainly wasa good atmosphere here at Graylands for the students who showed us aboutand looked after us during afternoon tea were really great guys, er, sorry, gals.The subjects they do are similar to ours but they do about ten subjects in muchless detail.John Forrest National Park and Mundaring Weir were great scenic spots, thelatter with its huge mountains of pine trees and its giant spillway, the formerwith its many wild flowers and native trees. ,A highlight of the whole tou r was the trip to Rottnest Island, which is 12 milesoff the coast of Australia near Fremantle. The island is picturesque with its ruggedhills, its trees and wildflowers and its jagged cliffs stretching down to the greatcrashing waves of the Indian Ocean. On the island there are small brown, furry,four-legged animals called Quokkas, which are something like a wombat. Theyare blind in the daytime but can smell any food that you hold close and willcome right up and eat bread from your hand. Some of the bays and beacheson the island are superb and very popular in summer. On one of the rocky cliffswe saw several red and yellow crabs and we were all fascinated by their quaintsideways crawl. The trip back on the ferry, the "Katemeraire", was really enjoyablewith a grand old singalong with Mr. Howe providing some lovely numbers.21

One that was particularly popular was that great Irish favourite, "The GardenWhere the Praties Grow" . The singing was so good that one of the passengers,a dear old lady, came up and thanked us. I think she must have thought wewere part of the itinerary for the trip.Yanchap Park was a most delightful spot. Here there are large green gardensfilled with Western Australian wild flowers, trees and shrubs. It is an ideal areafor picnics. The caves at Yanchap are worth seeing, for there are numerousstalactites and stalagmites, some of which have unbelievable formations. Thetemperature inside the caves is a constant 75° all year round and the water inthe caves is about 99.1'% pure. Surfacing after our visit to the caves, we hadlunch on the lawns, then rowed about on the lake very expertly. In fact, oneof the gardeners at Yanchap thought that Doug Jamieson was Stuart McKenzieas he rowed dexterously across the calm blue waters past the spiky water weeds.Altogether this day at Yanchep was enjoyed by all of us.On Tuesday morning we were shown about the historical buildings of Perthby an hysterical old lady. Seriously, she certainly meant well and was veryinteresting, particularly when speaking of her former friends in the cemetery.The three-day tour of Pemberton was another highlight of the tour to the West .The forest with its giant Karri trees was impressive. Here there is a huge firelook-out tree stand ing 212 feet tall, which is thought to be the ta lIest of its typein the world . Sandra McKee, showing all the prowess of a koala, was first tothe top. We were taken around the trout hatcheries here. In one pool thereare 750 trout, some of them having bright red stripes along their bodies. Troutcan breed up to 1500 per fish per year. Some of the larger type here are calledRainbow and came originally from Canada. About half a mile from the TroutHatcheries was a weir and many of us took some excellent snaps.The Timber Mill owned by Hawker-Siddeley is another feature at Pemberton.Timber is cut into various lengths and sizes by round, toothed saws. The logs arerolled into position by means of chains and are rolled towards the saws on railtrolleys operated by pulleys. The saws are steam operated, the steam beingprovided by fires stoked mainly with the sawdust, so there is very little waste.Here Margaret Freeman and Allison Tuppen nearly fell into one of the conveyorbelts, but were rescued by one of the tough mill hands. We spent the two nightsin Pemberton at the Avalon Travel Lodge. Due to nightly entertainments be ingbooked out we were resigned to playing Chinese checkers, charades and draughts.(By the way, if anyone wants a win at draughts, see Pam Perry.) The trip backin the bus was through some ve ry pretty country. Going through Donnybrook acouple of the girls, Sue Henderson and Carol Michaelson, tried to buy apples butwere told to go to the packing sheds for them. At th is juncture we should makespecial mention of the bus dr iver, Clem Howell, who, I am sure, all the girls willmiss. With his warm, happy nature and his knowledge he certainly made thistrip to Pemberton more interesting. Oh! I nearly forgot! One of the parks wepassed near Bridgetown was called "Guppy Park". We are sure that this wasnamed after our Miss Guppy so we can see that the Frankston influence has spreadto even Western Australia.Saturday, the day after arriving back in Perth was an uneventful day and mostwent to either the football or the beach. Some even went about picking wildflowers,I believe. And as we all know the outcome awaiting tourists pickingwildflowers in the West I am wondering if some of us are not smiling in relief at22

Sports ReportThe committee is composed of representatives from each of the college sportinggroups. This committee meets regularly to discuss equipment and facilities to caterfor all student sporting interests and to discuss intercollege visits. All work isdone in conjunction with the Physical Educat ion lecturers, Mr. Ladd, Miss Wallaceand Miss Longden.'Unfortunately, because of lack of finance, no major undertaking in the way ofextra facilities or equipment could be carr ied out. However, the baseball teamwas provided with uniforms and new equipment, and maintenance equipmentprovided throughout the year has ensured that all sporting bodies have goodquality material to commence sport in 1966.This year we were visited by students from two colleges: Bendigo came downfor a sporting day that proved most enjoyable for all concerned, and we alsoreceived a visit from the South Australians, Western Teachers' College, in Melbournefor one week in second term.On the sporting field itself, Frankston has had the most successful year in thehistory of the college. Our teams won six of a possible eighteen premiershipswhich is well above the 'quota' among six colleges. Our greatest tr iumps w erethe winning of both the combined swimming and athletics carnivals which, alongwith the coveted football shield, could be te rmed the 'g rand slam' of collegesport.To conclude, it would be safe to say we were the most successful college insport for the year 1965, and we, the outgoing committee, would like to wish thecollege all the best for 1966.-LAWRIE PECKHAM.-DIANNE BAIRD,FJRST FOOTBALL PREMIERSHIPDuring the 1965 season the College football team played 15 games of whichit lost 2 and won 13 including the grand final of the inter-college competition.The team gained for the College its first football premiership; and by defeatingthe two country colleges played, it showed itself to be the best Teachers' Collegeteam in the state.The team was notable for its evenness and all-round strength; but the decisivefactors in its success were probably the wealth of good big men and talentedforwards and the outstanding kicking power shown by all players. The abilityof all players to take strong marks and to kick accurately over long d istances putopposing teams under constant pressure and so enabled the team to play attackingfootball at all times.These qualities were clearly demonstrated in the grand final aga inst CoburgTeachers' College. That Coburg was never ablsto counter Frankston's big menwas shown by the performance of Rodney McNab who capped off a splendidgame on the ball by kicking six goals. The other followers, Hank Verwoert, whowas outstanding during the whole season, Daryl Hook, and Doug Ferguson were24

ably supported by the rovers, Peter Gatto and Vin Claxton, whose kick-gettingability generated great drive. The outcome of the game was never in doubt whenin the first few minutes Brian Qu irk scored two goals with long kicks . Throughoutthe game the centre line of Roger Spaull, Neville Stone, and Graeme McKenziekept the pressure on the opposing back line. Although Coburg was able at t imesto counter the high marking of John Gallus at half-forward and the elusive AlanJohnston at full-forward, they could not close the avenues to goal provided byother forwards like Doug Gibbon, and after he was injured, Phil Fawcett. Athalf-back Max Bennett contributed grea1'ly to v ictory because he not only blanketeda potentially dangerous opponent but also initiated many attacks. He wasably supported by Chris Long and by Stan Oakley, who gave a faultless displayon .the flank. This enabled Keith Naylor, always a great back pocket, and Col inCoutts to meet the ba ll and turn defence into attack. When called on, MickPlumstead responded with characteristic unselfishness.The most unfortunate player was John Callery who, after giving the team greatserv ice as a rover, was unable to play in the grand final due to illness.Perhaps the most remarkable feature of the team was the fact that thirteen ofthe grand final team were first-year students. This augurs well for 1966 whenFrankston should be able to build on the foundations already established for astrong football trad ition.-R.W.VOLLEYBALLDuring this yeqr's winter term,there was formed a group of athleticfemales all eager to play volleyballw ith Mr. Ell :x, he being the " coach"of the now (in)famous volleyball team.Throughout the season we playedmany teams, giving them the benefitof ou r experience, thus teaching themthe finer po ints of the " ga me". Withgreat seriousness and eagerness webattled through each week againstgreat odds, gradually making our wayto the finals. We managed to defeatBurwood, so gaining the first premiershipunder competitive conditions,thus completing the season un·defeated.Brenda Mennie was our ever-inspiringcaptain, while Janie, Margaret,Kirsty, Nancy, Siocca, Dianeand Carol made up the magnificentfantasmogorical College team.Our thanks go out to our " Onelove", Mr. Ellix, for his patience ondsta mi na while teaching us the variousta ctics of the "game".25

The matches we re held twice aweek in the College hall after a ratherdisappointing start. The Kittywakegirls really played together as a teamto go on and win the Grand Finalagainst the previously undefeatedWRANS team. We owe our successto the enthusiasm of team membersand supporters and the encourage·ment given to us by John Milner,Peter Van der Lande and Rien Duyuestyn.Keen competition was providedthroughout the season by the otherteams - Cherokee and Collegians,the other two College teams, Morn·ington, Seaford and WRANS.At the end of the season, six Collegegirls - Rhonda Bunbury , LynBanks, Barb. Bright, Marilyn Dean,Lols Williamson and Marilyn Callister,participated in the Victorian CountryWeek Championships and althoughwe were only successful in w inningone of the three matches, an enjoy ­able weekend was had by all.Mar ilyn Dean.26BASKETBALLINTERNATIONAL RULESBASKETBALLFIRST TEAM. Although we did notmanage to reach the Grand Final, theFirsts had a very en joyable season atBasketball with Miss Longden alwayspresent to give encouragement andsound advice. However, throughoutthe year our team was unfortunatein having much sickness a nd injury.Thus membership was constantlychanging over. Even so, the keensp irit and enthusiasm of the teamwas not a ltered. Captain was BarbaraBright.SECOND TEAM. We took off thePremiership for the second year insuccess ion. This success was due toenthusiasm by team members and expertcoaching by Miss Longden. Onematch was lost but all others, includ ­ing the final against Cobu rg, werewon conv incingly .THIRD TEAM. Encouraged by MissWallace, we played invigoratinggames throughout the year. Althoughwe missed out on becoming Premiersby a narrow margin, our games wereenjoyable becouse of the keen teamsp irit. Captain was Rhonda Bunbury.We hope that next year, Frankstonwill be able to w in the basketballPremierships. Best of luck to nextyear's teams.

HOCKEYPremiers 1965Through beards, abuses,fa nta stic obi Iity,fitness,determ ination andgood will!Thanks everyoneKerri and Barb.• • • • •College ImprovementsThe grounds improvements committee began its second year with the responsibility of £300 S.R.C. allocation. All possible improvements were listed from thesuggestions of the students and staff and apart from general maintenance andimprovement committments, several large r projects were initiated. The (bush)area above the hockey field was landscaped and the appearance of gardensimproved with tree planting, stonework and watering systems. The much neededparking area e xtensions were also completed. In conjunction with the SportsCommittee hockey posts and soil for the cricket pitch have been provided.Severa I members of the college deserve th anks for their efforts and particularlyso Mr. White, Without whose direction and energy little could have beenachieved.• • • • •Social CommitteeThis year I feel that the Social Committee has been very successful in its activities,and that this success has been due to the very act ive committee membersand interested helpers, without whose aid we could not have managed.During the year we have successfully run seven dances and two balls, Wewere very happy about the enthusiastic way in which the staff participated inthe two square dances held. Special thanks to our 'callers', Miss Kentish and Mr.Corr. The student reaction to these square dances was excellent, and their responseshowed us that a change from the standard dance is appreciated.The balls were the highlights of the year and we feel that the 'Strangers' addedgreatly to the success of the evenings. They added a break from the co nven tio na lwhich was appreciated by the students.Altogether, it's been a mighty year, and we hope that next year is even better.Good luck and lots of fun to next year's Social Committee.-JANIE WINDER.27

Welfare AssociationThis has been another extremely successful year for the College WelfareAssociation.The first function for the year, the Garden Party, on Saturday, 13th March,attracted a large number of parents and friends despite the wet weather. To thepleasant accompaniment of the R.A.A.F. Band, new students and their gueststoured the College and met the Principal, Staff and Welfare Association members.At the Annual Meeting on April 7th, the largest Committee yet, re-elected asits President, Mr. A. Malkin; Mrs. J. Mennie, Vice-President; Mr. N. L. Toyne,Secretary; Mr. J. Bell, Treasurer, and elected Mr. C. Williamson to the positionof Second Vice-President. To conclude th e evening, Lawrie Peckham gave a veryinteresting talk on his experiences in international athletics.During the year we have been pleased to have Shire representatives on theCommittee--Councillors Johnston and Hosking. Thanks go to these very busypeople and also to the Staff Representatives, Miss Homes and Mr. Ladd, for theirvaluable work in the actfvities of the Assoc iation. Congratulations to the Executiveon the capable and efficient way they have carried out their duties.This year a very early and enthusiastic start was made in the preparations forthe College Fair. A co-ordinating comm ittee of two Welfare and two StudentRepresentatives, together with a representative of the Staff, was organised.This small group worked untiringly and, together with the Association and thegroups w ithin the College, had everything in readiness fo r Saturday, 2nd October.The efforts of all concerned were well rewarded by the record profit of£1219/10/4.Special mention must be made of Mr. Prowse's ingenious String Competition.It was w ith mixed feelings that the students carried about those intriguing bottlesfor the months preceding the Fair, but I am sure that all doubts as to Mr. Prowse'ssanity were resolved when the profits exceeded £300.Congratulations and sincere thanks to Mr. Prowse for his many hours ofthought and preparation, also to Ken Milsom and Michael Plumstead, the StudentRepresentatives on the Co-ordinating Committee, for their part in the successof the Fair.Thanks must go to Mrs. Hart for her efficient organisation of the last mainfunction of the year, the Mannequin Parade . This proved to be very successfuland enjoyable. I am sure that all who attended were very proud of the threeCollege models. It was very encouraging to see the increased support of thestudents in the attendance th is year.Apart from these major functions held throughout the year, the Associationhas donated £100 to the College library and financed the development of a newhockey field which w ill be ready for the 1966 season.I would like to take th is opportunity of saying how much I have enjoyedworking with the Welfare Association during my year as Student Representativeand how much we, the students, should appreciate the valuable work they aredoing. As parents and friends, they are vitally interested in the College andwork very hard but their work is made easier and more enjoyable when it is inconjunction with us within the College. I would like to congratulate Nola Higginson her ele ction as Student Representative for 1966 and hope you continue togive her the wonderful support you gave me during 1965.-JENNIE LOGAN.2B

Social Service Committee ,ReportLooking back over a year, one can count up many activities undertaken byindividuals and groups under the name of "Social Service". Most of these weremoney-raising efforts, for Community Aid Abroad and other objects, and somewere direct community help.It is encouraging to think of those who spent hours of time and gave generously,and others who supported and helped them. Thank you, all the people who gave,sold, knited, sewed, organized, collected, tutored, and took part in dozens of actsof service. Many people will appreciate what you have done.But it is discouraging to th ink that there has been no evidence of generalenthusiasm or even interest in "Serving Society". The Social Service Committee inCollege suffers from a lack of official or financial support from the S.R.C. Committee,but also because the student body is apathetic to the needs of thecommunity.It can hardly be denied that, with the world's wealth so very unequallydivided, those who are on the rich side, as we are, must give generouslywhen we have an opportunity to help. This means giving not only OUr money, buta Iso our time, effort, talents and interest.Please, next year if you are -still at College, give a thought to the needs ofothers, and don't let the few Committee members and enthusiasts do all the work.Try to make' or do something for someone else.The community is looking to us as teachers and future teachers both to helpthem and to set an example of generous service. We can all afford it, and we allhave talents we can use .- JEAN AULDIST.T.C.C.F. ReportMany of the students in college are probably wondering what T.C.C.F. is, whocal} go to its meetings, and what its aims are.T.C.C.F. is an interdenominational Christian Fellowship which exists to enablestudents to have fellowship w ith other Christians, to spread the love of Christ,and to make us aware of our Christian responsibilities, both as teachers andcitizens.This year we have had a variety of meetings, discussing topics such as 'Scienceand the Bible', 'Why are the Churches Empty?' and on occasions we had guestspeakers to lead our discussions.One speaker from the Institute of Archaeology brought many specimens, andslides of excavations, which he explained proved the authenticity of the Scriptures.Another speaker showed slides of camps and beach activities run forchildren during their vacations.Missionary interest has been maintained again this year with money beingsent to an international Overseas University Fund which pays for the educationof students in India and South East Asia.Next year we are looking forward to a year of progress, and already the newcommittee, with John Doyle as president, is organizing a program of open meetingswith discussions, visiting speakers, and films. We pray God's blessing on theTeachers' Colleges' Christian Fellowship next year, and praise Him for all Hisguidance in 1965.29

-Hostel NotesWe started the year by welcoming about fifty newcomers to "our home", aswell as two new supervisors, Miss Walsh and Miss Kingsley. Mr. Wells also waswelcomed back after his trip overseas last year. Once initiat ion was over thefirst years managed to settle down to the Hostel way of life and at the Easterbreak-up they were given the opportunity to display their talent (even rabbitshave talent). The May holidays meant a very sad loss to the Hostel when Mrs.Gillman left after serving as Matron for over two years. For a while we managedwithout a matron but eventually Miss Timmis joined the Hostel.Occasional sing-alongs, a group outing to "My Fair Lady", a bonfire on GuyFawkes' day, carols at dawn, plus an end of year Hostel break-up at the "Hide­Away", Sassafras, have all added to the social side of Hostel life. "Playmates",the Hostel Magazine which started last year, is being continued this year. Alsoa Hostel Year Book is in the initial stages and it is hoped that both of these canbe kept going and improved on in the future.Hostel students have had their share of engagements this year and our congratulationsand best wishes for the future are extended to Lyn Burge, JudyCasey, Lyn McKean, Ken Milson, Wendy Roedigar and Bronwyn Smith.At the end of the year We will be saying good-bye to Mr. Giles, who is leavingafter being here for four years. The smooth running of the Hostel has largelybeen due to his efforts. We will also be saying farewell to Mrs. Mould and MissKingsley.This year the Hostel Committee consisted of Barbara Bright (Pres.), CheryleDodd, Norma Walker, Lindy Davies, Julie Arnold, Liz Gardiner, Phil Fawcett, JeffLester, John Milner and Peter Van Der Zande, and we hope that next year theCommittee, with the students' support, can do even bigger and better things.I extend every good wish to next year's Committee.-BARBARA BRIGHT.Project 166It has taken me three years to realise one major facility that this College is inneed of: namely, a large theatre room . The presence of television and a movieprojector in the College makes this need more apparent, and the need is growingeach year.What better medium than films can be used for clarifying concepts or introducingnew ones? It is a general feeling among third years that our course inScience th is year would have been futile had it not been for the films shownthroughout the year. But must there always be the inconve nie nce of transportingthe projector to and from the Aids Room, when we know that it cannot be ofbenefit to the machine?Also, there are the timetable changes that must be sought sometime in advance,which means that none of this film showing can be incide ntal.Would not the advanfages of a television set in this College be more apparentif there were better facilities for viewing the programmes?Therefore, SRC 1966, here is an item to consider when spending the Fairmoney. We have our organ; it took a great deal of money. Why not be ambitiousonce again and consider a large theatre room?-MARILYN DEAN30

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WINNER*-STRUAN LITERARY AWARDGE,ORGENE MciLROYTHE STONE AXEIt lies on my desk in full view, where he may see it easily should he ever comesearching for it. To the casual observer it is simply a paper-weight. Indeed it servesthe purpose well enough; only I am d isquieted by the incongruity of this splendidcreation of hand and mind fulfilling so menial a role in such mundanesurroundings.He must have loved it; the creator who fashioned is so patiently' in those lostyears now shadowy in dreams. He [udqed its weight so carefully, just sufficientto make the fingers flex to support it, and draw the palm firmly against thesmooth, curving side, inviting the fingers to grip its contours so that they areautomatically guarded from slipping down the gleaming face to that bla ck, razorsharpedge.Here stands the products of the advanced mind, some Australoid Michelangelo;fashioned with consummate skill and endless patience, the prototype of a weaponother men would someday produce in metal .Often I have held it, admiring afreash the perfection of balance, the flawlesspolish; and grieve that it will never warm to my touch. It is as if the stone containsan endless source of cold, which strikes to my conscience, and grows, a burdenof guilt. Yes, I am guilty, for I coveted this beautiful th ing he had made, I stoleit and offered in return the symbol of a civilization he neither knew nor understood.Now the wrong is committed, and I solve my conscience and absolve my guilt, butI do not know how to make reparation.I remember the morning on which my association with the axe began, withdream-like clarity, It was early summer; I had left the car and followed athread-like path (probably a bandicoot run) through the grass and gorse, mypassing momentarily striking a sharper note in the drowsy murmur of themyriad wild bees. The sun was in earnest that morning, he leaned hotly on mybare arms and neck, and set the heat haze dancing where the gold of the gorsemingled with the first flattened top of the marram grass .Here the track dipped steeply towards the bay. The long, green surf camecurling lazily in, shattering into festoons of foam [ust where the ebb and flowset the colours spreading in the wet sand.This curve of coatstline, how I loved it. It stretched way on either side like agraceful gesture from the hand of God in the dawn of Creation. Every sound ofwind and surf and birds' calls, the scent of bloom and wet sand, each dip of thepath and the outcrop of rich red rock burning its colours into the silver seaof marram grass, I know it all so well . J always thought, as a ch ild, that could Ichoose the place of my death, this would be it; this the impression and picture Iwould want to carry with me into all eternity.As I stood there delighting anew in the surrounding loveliness, somethingflickered dark and swift across the silver plains or marram grass , and I glancedupwards. High in the blue a pair of white sea-hawks was teaching a pair ofoffspring to hunt. They led their children upward in effortless spirals, then droppedaway in great swoops, sw ift aerial yachts, in line ahead . I moved on and down,intent on the hawks' aerial manoeuvres, and missed my footing. I went slidingdown, submerged beneath silver waves of marram grass. I struggled to a sittingposition. There was my opened purse, its largesse of coins scattered on a flat, redrock, and beside them were the car keys. I became conscious that one hand felt32

distinctly gravel-rashed; the other was clasped hard on something smooth andcold. I stood up swiftly and looked at the object my hand had gripped. It was ablack stone axe-head, alien stone in this land of bright red outcrops. Black andfine-grained, bespeaking infinite hardness, its edge was not flaked and chipp ed ,but ground to a flawless polish that ages of wind and water had not defaced. I wasexultant; not only was this something I had always longed to find, but it was aspecimen of unrivalled beauty and ra rity. I had never seen such a beautifulexample in any collection. I realized I was shivering with excitement, perhapsalso a little from the pain of the qravel-rash, and a little from the intense coldof the black stone in my hand.33

Attracted possibly by my scrambing among the tall tussocks, the hawks hadreturned, and now, one behind the other, they drew a sharp, decisive line ofshadow across the grass just in front of me. As their shadow passed, I saw comingup the path towards me a slim, brown man. I real ized that he had not be en on thebeach below a few minutes before, yet he had been in the surf, his hair was stilldamp from itj a few tendrils escaping from the string that bound it were longand softly waved. Patches of sand adhering to calves and thigh showed goldenagainst his dusky skin. His dark eyes searched the path with worried concentration.He strode upward with sw ift effortless strides. With the open purse and coins athis feet, he stopped dead, an expression of bewilderment crossed his face as heexamined these objects, strange to him. The sun and the moon shone as discsin the sky, but here some lay upon the gro,undj such th ings had no counterpartin his experience. He stooped a little to examine them, then he drew back sharply,and his glance went by them, beyond me, searching still for his axe.SWiftly putting the axe-head behind me, I gestured towards the coins onthe rock between us, a suggestion that we might bargain. He did not see thegesture. It was not there to See. I did not exist in visible form. I would not standupon that place until a span of centuries had passed. I was standing on the otherside of time, beyond a barrier so intangible that it could be drawn by theshadow of a passing bird . He glanced again at the coins, and I saw his minddiscard them as useless, even unwholesome - his need was the axe. It wasnecessary to his well-being, loved as his creation. I could see his sadness at its loss.Suddenly there came a sound so rare and sweet that both of us glancedupwards. The parent hawks were cal ling their young. A wild sweet call, high inthe heavens, sounding unchanged down the centuries. Now the line of racingshadows swept back across the silver sea of grass. I regained my sense of values.I raised my arm to toss back the axe, across the gulf of time. But I was too late .Our minds had existed tokether for just the moment of the birds' call, then thechasm had opened again. I stood alone. The long surf still rolled across the bayand swept up the smooth beach, the bees still murmured their song of content, butthe stone axe was ice-cold in my hand.So I wait for a sig n from him, or a conviction to grow in my own mind, whichwill tell me of the reparation I must make. We may not share another momentin time, the slim brown man and I, but the gulf of time has closed, our races areco-existent now. Because every act of an individual is part of the sum of humanbehaviour, my guilt belongs to all my race, and all my kind must share in my'atonement. The stone axe is only a symbol, but every symbol is the dwarfedprogeny of a greater reality. Before there comes a reckoning, there is a balanceto be adjusted between us to measure what we have taken, against what we haveto g ive, and what his people have lost and what they may receive. Our races areco-existent, but there is still a barrier between us, a barrier of shadowy, intangiblethings; of doubt, distrust, prejudice and self-interest. On either side of thebarrier some men stretch out their hands with good intention, but shadows d istortvisions and gestures fall inert.So We must wait, two peoples, until there comes a call famil iar to us both, and inthat moment when both shall see a common vision, we may cross the barrier intoeach other's worlds and, seeing clearly, understand. Pray Heaven we hear the callabove the noise of civilization, and that it comes soon, for the sands of time arerunning SWiftly as if borne on an ebb tide.34

WINNER*It has been a long dayI am tiredRubens -- you haverefreshed me .You painted with loveI received with love.We have somethingIn common . •.Rubens -- how I envy youin fact I am jealousWhy were you soendowed with the giftof artistic talent,r would give awayeverythingSTRUANPOETRY AWARD- LIND,Y DAVIESExcept my name and soulto have this.When I think logicallyI feel -- why shouldn'tyou have had this joyFor that is what it was.Sometimes I grasp athread of your lifeHang on, and thenwith a changing tideDrift away, like aforgotten leaf.1 wander a imlesslyin my thoughts.35

Have no conception oftime.In fact I hate it.Footsteps crunching, steadyirritatingI loathe them, I loatheeverything to do w ithth is institutionExcluding my - "friends".I have not establishedmyself.therefore find no peaceI want to cryPlease let meNothing will comeI am drylike the centre of a dying, hungrycountryParched, for want ofknowledge and understandingI can't express myself,my greatest wish ­to be an artistthen I could find anoutlet for these emotions.Today I experiencedd isappointment in everyway,Religion, friendship, humanityAll three deserting me ­Once again - discontentWhy and Why and Why,Because, Because, Because .I don't knowI don't know.Oh, spirit let me seereveal yourself.Relieve my sufferingI am in bondage.- yes the cha ins ofmy own feelingsNo longer do 1 feelsaneInstead - I wondersomething is happeningThere must be abreaking point somewherePerhaps I'll find itin - Infinity - Death.36

Idyllic was the life they led­Their island - Paradise.Faintly touched by white man's dreadPestilence and plague.For a few among them freely wentUnafraid of Gods and Kings;Careless, defiled the Goddess of themall,Unknowing .They called her Mother,And she lay in peaceThough Her daughters grumbledOver the years.The Humans came to probe HerAnd search Her bowels;She let them come and go, and re­leasedNo stony tears.Then the inner torment, deep below,Groaned in Her veins.No rest.She withstood; She stra inedTo no avail. The pressure built,She belched-A hundred houses tumbled,A thousand people died,Unknowing.Geoff OlneyLindy Davies•Packages, parcels, peopleDut-dut, dut-dutOil smells, dust; uniforms"Tickets please" - "Excuse me"Out-dut, dut-dut.Cigarettes, smoke, cartonsMagazines, knitting, paperbacks"Scenery is lovely"-"AII the same"Out-dut, dur-dut.Steam, whistle, shuntingOut-dut, dut-dut."All aboard"-"Goodbye".Tears, sadness, memoriesOut-dut, dur-dut.37

Once a little starshone upon afarI looked upIt looked down'But soon it hit my eyeI could not mind:It caused a tearYet tears are made to fallAnd the star looked out ­Out of my eyeAnd the tear that wasMe - fell down ,••THIS OlD' ...Slowly it drained leaving him faint,Corroding, eroding paths oncestraight,Gouging a tunnel dark and aloneDeeper and deeper till youth wasall gone.The dust of years like ashes burntThe sinews of a soul torn and rent:A mantle of grey veils his sightAnd knowledge not innocence formshis light.w. F. Bailey38WHAT IS THE COLOUR?brown and grey and oozy mud,purple, crimson dripping bloodlight ~reen, dark green, orange, 'red.what IS the colour when you are bled?yellow, pallid pus and bile,even gall will make you smile,blue and rotting black-grey lead,what is the colour of the dead?

Lindy DaviesNareeb - towering like somegreat giantFormidable - and yet alluringWhat revelry happened behindthose wallsStark and cold in theirgreynessWhat sorrow did you hideTear s, laughter - echoingas in some huge chamberYou are protected by NatureBut soon - people w il lcome and destroy theeThe walls will soon be rubbleThe sta ined glass - powderThe flowers will be crushedand the trees uprootedFor a rose must diefor something to existWe ha ve all found that.For as we breatheflowers whiltleaves w itherSo it is w ith youAs you are destroyedPeople will comeand build on yourearthNo longer will you berememberedNareeb will be justa memory to a fewof us who loved you.That long drive thathas taken manyfr iends to and from yourdoorWill be covered by tenementsThe very thoughtgrates on my mind.The moth exhausted lies prostrateHis wings glowing, gold,silver and green inthe dim light.Like some personsearching for an outlet.Struggling and blind inits quandary.For the moment it ismotionlessStoring strength foranother attemptThe beautiful legsand antennae spreadout in exactsym netry .Last but still hope isthereHowever, small it maybeExistingNot living. .• • •o God what am Ithat I have been bornfree of any great disabilityAs I sit here and watchthe maimed in limb and mindJ realize how fortunate I am.Every day I find somethingwrong w ith the world I amnever satisfied.I complain and criticize .39

TRIBUTE TO ERNIEAzure, we call it, b lue and fa ir ,W ith one whit e cloud in the shi ni ng air .A roar of power, and Bernoulli f liesTwo men into the crystal skies-Up there.The ql int of sliver, the roar of props,Then silence. The engine stopsIts racket, at that crucial timeWhen power's needed for the climb-­Up there.Controller leaping in the tower,Hearing the dreadful lack of power.Then 'Practi ce, pratice', comes the call,There is no urgency at all-Up there.Banking thirty, turning rig ht ,Instructor tense, and student w hite.Decision's made, they have to bowTo fate, there is no chang ing now­Up the re.The flames lick high, the heat is cruel,Sixty gallons of Avgas fuelTo be beaten by a chemist's powder.A whump and then another! louderIOut there.The oily smoke is rising higher,The tenders have put out the fire.The bird is but a heap of rubble,Two lives are lost for a minute's trouble­Up there.'Per Ardua Ad Astra' criesTo be heard aloft the skies;'Per Ardua Ad Terra' w ins­Remember, Man has legs not w ings­Up there.The pilots are returned to dust,The gremlin's had his f inal touch.Black, not b lue we'll call the sky,For Death is flying wayan high­Up there.Three hundred feet it needs to turn,Back to the strip where it was bornInto the sky like eagle flying .Returning now like sparrow dying­Up there.Slower, lower, looms the nose,A shudder through the framework goes­Another - an incipient spinl'Good Godl Look out! He's going in!'­Down there.The siren trembles, eng ines roar,This time it is men's hearts that soarInto their mouths. W ill it fire?And then it's but a funeral pyre­Out there.40

NOWI sit and watch the faces pass.Faces; faces rise and fade,Out of the past they come andFrom the present merge intoLimitless future - time, thought space.Noemi SchickHuman, human faces.Yet what I see is savage, animal :Despair, hate, hunger - passion.Skin drawn tight over shr ivelled bones,Eyes from hollows peering:Seeing yet not bel ieving,Full of suspicion, fear and hate.This is the future and the past,This is what has been made of life.And now we grow dull­No energy for living now,No laug hter and ioy now,Only the unbl inking staresOf a thwarted generationLooking hopelesslyInto the dark and d ismal future.AnonFOR REFLECTIONBack of the person you areIs the child you were,The child who bel ieved in you,Who had faith and hope and dreams for you,The child who used to be you.Can you face that child, the childWho used to be you ,With eyes unflinching and heart that's true,Can you claim you have played the game you knew,In the child who used to be you?Or must you tell that child,Who used to be you,That the adult you dreamed of is dead­That you've buried that childThat child who used to be you?And that child's hopes and dreams of you?41

Warren Sf. C'airLIFE - FOR WHAT IT'S WORTHOh, the ioy of life;This corrupted and boring life.What to do,Oh, what to doWhen you're tired and blue and don't know what to do,When you have been driven up the pole,Oh, what to do.Just find yourself a hole,Crawl inside and lie down and bid the world a sad goodbye.Cause when you feel the way you doOh what can you do.I'll tell you my friendsPrecisely nothing.You are just like a used plaything,So my friends when you are inside your hole,Say your prayers and prepare to climbThose white, white stairs up to the pearly gatesFor the judgment time comes to all us liars,Who spend all their time on earth caught between a huge pair of pliersOn one side the choking grasp of your own misdoings,On the other the chill, tight grip of the darkness of your life,;And when your life is darkDon't try and solve it by a walk in the park.When your friends avoid you,When the justice and purpose of life avoids you,Then my friends-even those who despise me­Please take my advice and don't fleeDon't take your life with that knife you haven't got the nerve to use,Lift your heart and eyes to heaven my friends,And turn to your only friend, the one whoHasn't been avoiding you, you have been avoiding him,And so with a final line I'll leave this earth.For those who read this work please don't regard it with mirth,But be sympathetic to a someone as pathetic as me.42T. W. LeeREBIRTHEach morning, with the rising sun, brings life and hope anew.Though dark despair, the day before, within your heart wildgrew.And fearful were your prophecies and thoughts of times to be ;And more than once you gave up hope----no goodness could you see.But then at last relief would come, and sleep would close yourmind,And send you to a tranquil world, with no regard for timeUntil, at last, refreshed and strong, you met the newborn dayWith eagerness to conquer all the trials to come your way.

WHY?Why do people hate me?Why am I frowned upon?I love to sit and watch the birds atplay.I love to see the cutting of the hay.I love all the pretty flowers,And all the sunshine showers.I dislike cruelty,And pa in,And suffering.I a m able to find love in my heartfor all people,All nature's creations.Have I not the same number ofa rms,And legs,And eyes ,And ears,And . . .,And everything ,Just like other people?Do I not breattheAnd see,And hear,And th ink,Just like other people?Why then am I regarded a sinferior?Why am I not referred to as anormal person,Instead of that hate-filled word,Nigger?Geoff OlneyTerry LaybourneYou are. You listen and learn,Say ing little, as wise men do.We forget your' presence,Deny you're there ­But you 're in everyone of us.Deny it? Yes, we doToo often. We crush youBut you listen still,And som etimes speakWh en crust is broken and we standunfette red ,A child again.For a momentLoving, a s a child is able-­But not a beast that calls itself a man.43

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Jean AuldistThat little boy looked so disappointed. Only two minutes ago he was walkingproudly home, balancing in his muggy hands a white and glittering silver angel.He was thinking about where he could hide it 'til Christmas day. But now hewould not have it to hide. The rain came.When I saw Freddie I though, "Poor kid. Nearly home and the rain just caughth' rrn, "When Freddie's mum saw him she thought, and said: "You little devil whydidn't you hurry, Your shirt's all wet and so are your pants and what's thatscrewed-up mess in your grubby hands? Go and get dry at once-I wish youwouldn't dawdlel"Freddie thought: "1 tried so hard . It's no good telling her what it was for. "Freddie was hopeless at most things. Just average at handwork, but generallysomething went wrong somewhere. You know how one has a wonderful ideaof how to make something? A car that will really go (but the cotton reels won'treally turn); a happy, funny clown (but the mouth seems to look sad, not funny);or an angel that looks really holy and beautiful and ethereal.Freddie didn't know the words ethereal and holy, nor did he understand whatthe angel's message meant:"Glory to God in the highest ... peace on earth . . . men of goodwill .. ."But th is angel really worked. It was lovely . It shone. The glitter sparked. Abit of c1ag dribbled down the back and the wings were somewhat crooked, butnevertheless it was beautiful. It was clean and well-made.The teacher said, "Take it home to Mummy, Freddie, as a Christmas present.""But what if she sees it1" said Freddie. "Hide it somewhere, just until Christmas."It was an awfully hot day. The green trees in the park were tempting. ButFreddie went stra ight home. He walked slowly, his beautiful angel balanced inhis hands so as not to spoil it. Every now and again he stopped and adjustedthe slightly crooked wings.The angel seemed to suddenly gain an eerie radiance in the sunlight, whichbecame queerly white as the sun peered out from behind enormous threateninggrey and black clouds. The light faded, the clouds darkened. The atmospherethickened and changed. Still the angel shone white.Then it rained . One spot. Two drops. Splish, splash, spit, spat, plit plop. Thesky burst open and poured forth great tears. How could those Iittle hands coverthose stately wings they had made?• • • • •PERFECTIONThe word slips easily from my mouth, before I even think.Perfection is a sound so sweet, yet makes our high hopes sink.How can a man, a mortal man, hope to achieve such heights,And walk a path untrod by man in wisdom and in light?Oh, only God, Himself, who is perfection, can explainIf man can gain the mental strength to do away all pain.-T. W. LEE.45

I"Lindy DaviesI am enr ichedTis wonderfulOne would neverimaginethat friendshipcould give so much.Through speech and silenceTh is truly wasacquired.The world is but abroken toyAnd we the componentsIt is not untilsome yearning issatisfied that partof this breakagecan be restoredWe become onein our thoughtsCommunication is achievedlove is strengthenedHope is reborn.No longer dowe experienceloneliness in ourquandaryFor we areassuredby a simplewordA warm smile"A mutual affinityDoubtstill presentBut not socruelfor it is shared.Thank God for peoplewithout themwe would be nothingThank God for lifeW ithout itwe would want nothingThank God forLoveWithout itthere would be nothing.46o body o f mankindHow expressive you can beIf set freeOtherwise you are but aMass of grey matterStagnant - immovable.o for music it stirsthe bloodAllows the mind to relaxand melt into nothingnessAh bliss, ecstasy.Freedom - How wonderfulthat we can attain thisMillions cannot, withoutthe imm inent fear of deatha s a consequence.• • •I love the seaw ith its vo iceHow I long for itwhen I'm awayIt talks so wellsay ing everything inso few words.Crash ing down upon therocks white foam flyingin the airlapping against the shoreas though it was afraidto touch the sandTwinkling in the sunlighta million sta rs shineon a hot summer's dayAll its moods are soexpressiveWhen one is a lone whatcan be better than towalk barefooted alongthe water's edgeCrunching the send withone's toesFeeling the salty av crispagainst one 's lips.

A Story"Excuse me:' said the girl as she edged in between the pram and the seat.The train jerked and the conversations resumed. In the right hand corner sat amiddle-aged Italian morosely chewing dates. His only interest appeared to be theincreasing pile of date stones under the seat."Mind you, he's a nice steady boy. Nbt like some of these ones you see around .He'll give her a nice home and that."uYes. u"He never was one of those ones to throw his money around. Even when hewas only a little chap. Why, I can remember him comin' to me and askin' formoney to go to the pictures with because he'd put all his pocket money in hispiggy bank. It's not many kids nowadays that'd do that.""No. 1I'His Dad and I have always tried to do Our best for him really. And he'salways been that grateful you know. He'd never even forgotten one of me birthdays.He a Iways used to say that when he got a lot of money he'd realy buy mesomething . . . course he's saving for his house now, and I really don't expectanything."No. 1IThe young mother lifted the baby out of the pram and onto her lap. She gropedinto the bag beside her and pulled out the baby's dummy. A fervent admirerof Dr. Speck, she patiently tried to introduce the plastic object Into the infant'sreluctant mouth. After a few more attempts, the dummy fell onto the seat, wetand sloppy, with its crumpled strip of blue ribbon sadly dangling over the edge.Staring vacantly out of the fly-specked window sat a young member of thelobster pot generation. "Look like Cleopatra with these exotic gold slippers,"the sign had said. Her legs were shapeless in laddered, wrinkled 3/11 hosieryspecials. A mauve shift bo ldly exposed the undeveloped knees. Bleached andteased, her hair gave evidence of Saturday nights spent with "a friend what'slearnin' at the 'cademy".Releasing a puff of smoke, the youth leant over to pick up a folded newspaperleft by an earlier occupant. His bitten finger-nailed hands searched for thecomic section. Flicking past international news, editorials, local reports, and bookreviews, he found the page. Carelessly he dropped the remains of his cigarette,stubbed it with the practised tw ist of his po inted shoes, brushed the fallen ashfrom his tapered trousers, and returned to "Li'l Abner"."Shhhhhh. There's a good boy. Shhhhhh, Wan t his rattle, does he? Here weare. There, that's better isn't it? .. . Oh, dear. Want the duck instead. There ...perhaps we'd better go back into the pram."As the train slowed, the middle-aged man gathered up his greasy raincoat,stuffed a copy of "La Fammia" into his pocket and flung the door open. Somewherein the front of the tra in, the driver squeezed the brakes. Solid and heavy,the carriages buffeted. The Italian swore as the door jolted . The cold air rushedinto the compartment as he shuffled off the train, still fumbling for his ticket,hidden somewhere among the pennies, handkerchiefs, keys, and dates.After licking his duck for some time, the infant had apparently come to theconclusion that it was not as tasty as it had first appeared, and so it might as welllie on the floor. In any case, the result was that he threw it out of the pram,where it landed at the youth's feet. Feeling self-conscious, the youth at first tr iedto ignore its existence, but finally, red in the face, he picked it up, and thereaftersat staring out of the window with fixed concentration.47

"Did you see that? She didn't even wipe it before she gave it to him. Lyin'.there in all that muckl You never know what's been on the floor with some peoplearound. I'd never've done that, would you? Mind you, it's not every motherwhat's careful about hygiene, I always say. Always used to tell my boy that. Henever did like to come home to an untidy house. Used to tell me, he did, if I'dforgotten to clean up his room like he wanted it. Very particular is our Bill. Hisfather used to call him Little Lord Fauntleroy, you know."As the train pulled into the station, the youth leapt up and jumped from thecarriage. He was late for work, he told himself. Still talking, the two womengot out after him, and the young mother eased the pram onto the platform witha practised movement.At the next station the girl in the mauve dress rose and left the carriage. Onher cane basket, the pink and green flowers bobbed sadly as she slopped alongin her exotic gold slippers.• • • • •Marilyn DeanONE STEP FORWARD, ONE STEP BACKIt was visitors' day at the hospital, and r felt it my duty to see the members ofthe Reverend Silverwood's congregation. How happy I felt when I noticed an ailingaboriginal woman in a ward full of other white patients. She had a smile on herface, but beneath this smile I noticed a certain expression of fear. The childrenwere running around freely, unaware of the purpose of their visit. I could nothelp noticing one small boy who stopped for a moment and stared at the aboriginalpatient. Suddenly, before I could prevent it, he spat viciously at her, uttering thewords 'Dirty black woman!" Rage overcame me. I was insulted, and disgusted.Before I could control my emotions, I bent down and hit the child hard. Therewas a hush throughout the ward; even the little boy did not murmur. All eyeswere directed at me, the aboriginal lay preacher of this district, who had dared tointerfere with th is white child.I suddenly felt alien and strange. Without thinking of what I was doing orwhere I was going, I flashed a quick look at the desperate aboriginal patient, thenwalked with determination out of the hospital.I don't know how far f walked; but slowly from the confusion in my mind camememories of what my life had been - a series of attempts and escapes .Firstly there had been my education. It had been hard leaving the mission stationto venture into an unknown citYi but I was eager to learn and study the anthropologyofmy people in greater detail. Part of my experience had been to mi x withwhite people, become acquainted with their social standards and demands, andstudy their attitudes to aborigines. Despite the fact that aborigines and whites hadbeen brought up together, the former were still treated in an inferior way by somewhites.When I returned to the mission station three years later the warm welcome givento me did not long overshadow the sordid impressions I received . Young men hadbeen encouraged to go away to nearby cattle stations. They returned occasionally,but it was noticed that the money they earnt was spent on gambling and alcohol.No advice or scolding could convince them of the injustice being done.Things grew worse. Family life was broken up, and bitterness towards thewhites arose. Then came the climax. When work grew scarce, the aboriginal men48

were dismissed. Feeling unwanted they returned to the mission station, bringingwith them the vice and immorality of the cattle stations. They could not be acceptedby either society again.I tried hard to think of the time before I left; but my education had taught meto be critical. It had made me a foreigner to my people. No-one on the stationwanted different conditions; their experiences with whites had only been unhappyones, Talking and persuading had no effect on them. My education had beenuseless.Impulsively I left the mission station and drove for many miles, when I cameto the hometown of a former leader of the mission station, the Reverend ClarkeSilverwood. That night at his home I was able to rid all the bitterness anddisappointment from my system. My audience had been most sympathetic..After much thought, I decided to become a lay preacher and during thesucceeding months everything went as I had once dreamed it would. I had friendship,hospitality, company and a rewarding occupation. My worries aboutassimilation seemed over at last. ....How wrong I had been. The old bitterness and despair suddenly returned in thisone incident at the hospital. I now came to the bitter realisation that despite whatpeople such as Reverend Silverwood did for us, there would always be those whothought of us as "black" and "dirty" and forced their children to have similarattitudes and practice cruel discrimination such as that I had just observed.I felt sick, sick inside, stumblingalong the dusty road, I shook myweary head and tried to think clearly;but my mind was troubled and confused.I Iifted my head and saw beforeme a high hill. A sudden impulsemade me climb that hill and stand ontop of it. All round in the valleysbelow were small townships. HereI was, viewing the world from adistance. It was a wh ite world awestern world. As I moved my eyesaround each town, a wall seemed torise in front of it, preventing my entry.I am still standing on this hill. I,the representative of my people,isolated, unable to enter these towns.Whose fault is it that I am standinghere; my peoples' or the whitesocieties' in those towns? Perhaps itis no-one's fault, perhaps it was meantthis way. Shakespeare once wroteabout the world being a stage andeach having his part to play. I am leftwondering-what is my part?49

• • •• AND: WE: WEREPREMIE.RS ! !******FOOTBAllATHLETICSSWIMMINGBASKETBALLHOCKEYVOLLEY BALL

FootballFOOT BA L LL eft to Ri ghtBack R ow: P. Fawcett, P. Hazell, 1. Gallus, R. Carter, R. M cNab, D. H ook , D. Gibb on ,J. Johnston, R. Craig. J. Cal/ory.Centre: P. Croke (Boundary), M. Plum stead, S. Oakley, R . Spauli, B. Quirk, H .Ver woert, C. L ong, K . Na ylor, V . Claxton.Front R ow: D. Ferguson , C. Coutts, M. R. Willman (Coach), M . Benn ett [Captain},Mr. G. Corr (Asst. Coach) , J. Milner, N . Stolle, G. M eKenz ie.Absent : P. Gullo.52

The Players­MAX BENNETT: Captain, ruck an d DOUG FERGUSON (Oakleigh VFA)half-back, provided strengt h in back ruckman, creative handball.line with rugged play a nd safeCO LiN COUTTS (Melbourne VFLj,marking.full back, fast player who backs hisJOHN GALLUS (M.el bourne 2nds), judgement.centre half-forward, a great ma rk andDOUG GIBBON, rugged half foranintelligent player.w ard, fast an d strong left-foot kick.PETER GATTO [Wonthaggi), nugetty entered side late and lifted the fo r­a nd cle ver rover, a great asset to the w a rd line.sde.ROD McNAB (Melbourne VFL), ruckALAN JOHNSTON (Drouin), full fo r­ man, strong sa fe mark and goodward, a match winner, clever and kick .elusive.DARYL HOOKE (Leonqothc], ruck­KEITH NAYLOR (Warragul), back man, good team man, never stopspocket, strong and determined, turned try ing.many attacks.MICK PLUMSTEAD, winger, openedVIN CLAXTON, utility player, ever up play w ith handbaTl.reliab le and consistent.GRAEME McKENZIE, winger, a goodPHIL FAWCETT (Bruce Park), rugged kick, fa st.and determined, provided trouble foropponents.RON CRAIG, sol id half back flanker.HANK VERWOERT (Prah ran VFAl,ruckman, spectacular in hit-outs andin general play.BRYAN QUIRK [Carlton VFLl, halfforward, brill'cnt when needed.NEVILLE STONE (Melbourne VFL),centre, spearhead of many attacks.CHRIS LONG, rugged, dependablebackmanTo our coach , " Slim" Wittman,many thanks for the time a nd valu­able advice he gave to us. We wouldalso like to thank Mr. Corr , Mr. LacyMr. Dolphin and M . Ladd for theirsupport.JOHN CALLERY (Melbourne VFL),rover, tough, clever, determined.ROGER SPAULL (Bruce Park}, wingman,good left foot, cleve r.STAN OAKLEY IGlen Alvie), cleverand fa ir, valuable utility.Others who played during the yearwe re John Milner, Paul "Hazell, LanceSmith, Geoff Rogers, Ric Carter, ReinhartKasputtis, John Ccillanan, BobHayes, and John Wintle.The team would like to gi ve specialthanks to Phil Cro ke for his unfailingsu pport th roughout the year and hi sexcellent boundary umpiring.53

SwimmingSWIM M INGL eft 10 RightBack R ow: E. Lu nd, I. M ilner, C. Coutts, I. Callanan, P. Foster.Centre: J. Gallus, R . Sp aull, R . Mc N ab, L. Will iamson, A. R obinson , K. Leach,H. Canob ie.Front R ow: A . Burd ekin, M. To ke, p. H erring, D. Jam ieson, P. Morrison , B. W orthy,P. van der Zan de.54

Basketball SecondsLejt 10 Rig hiFront Row: Carol Boswell, Miss Longden, Gle nys T inkum ,Back Row: Pamela Huntlngford, Lorraine H awks, Judy Ballentine. Helen Wils oll.56

HockeyHOCKEY 1sts.Left to R ightBack R ow : Pam M orrison, Heather Carokie, N orma Walker, Li z Lund, Marilyn Dean,Jud y M eKenzie.Front R ows Jill Berry, R obyn James, Kerry Skinner, Barb McCalillm, Juli e Arnold.57

VolleyballVOLLEYBALLLeft to RighiBack Row: Kirsty Phillips, Carol McCartn ey, Nancy Sloca.Front Row: Janie Winder, Marg Sheedy, Mr. ROil Ellix, Brenda Mennie, Dianne Fler.58

BasketballInternational RulesKITTYWAKE BASKETBALLLeft to RightBack Row: Moree O'Sullivan, N orma Walker, L ois Williamsoll.From Row: Marilyn Dean, Peter vall dcr Zande (C oach), Barbara Bright (Captain).59

'FFRANKSTON TEACHERS' COLLEGEBeside the sea our wisdom grows,Let us sail the waters wide,Unafraid of things unknown,With the distant shore our guide.Symbol of our aspiration,Light of truth and inspiration,With enlightened hearts afireTowards the horizon we aspire.60

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FEx;t Group 3A3A -1.T.e.- - Mrs. LACYJulia Ann AaronsPamela Josephine BalgueCarolin e Ann BestBarb ara BrightAndrea Mary CourageN oreen Maria DallanBeverly N orm a DouglasMarion FirnsJanice L ynette Fromholt z.Marion Rita HanlonPatrlca Ann Hu gginsJennifer Patience JamesDorothy A nne LemmonElisab eth Lesley MacdonaldJean Su zann e MatthewsJanet Ra e MoLeodSandra M argery NelsonMarrilyn Joy PoItsLeonie Joy R oadknightMargaret Anita Sh eedyChr istin e Doroth y St ainsburyJulie Beatrice StubbsRoslyn Mary Ta ylorMaria Ter esa van He esLois Mae Williamson62

NotesJULIA AARONS: "Give me sportor give me death.""Ho-o-o-rold!" "You . . . ."I don't think we'Il: have a coffeemachine.PAM BALGUE: "Lazy Fare."Unification of Egypt? 1066 ,Botti cell i 's da uqhter's su premeachievement?Marrying the Pope!CAROLINE B,EST: He! He! He!Have you all paid me? What'syour name?'']'11 have it combed up tomorrow."BARBARA BRIGHT: Reads GingerMeggs com ics.1 want to teach near Geelong.CLAIRE CARLIN : " If I don't haveinfants, "II resign."ANDREA COURAGE: Lets the Collegebell ring at 9 o.rn., then arises,breakfasts and comes to lectures."Yes, that's what I meant. It can 'tbe wrong. Morris has blown a gas­.. '­ket.NOREEN DALLAN: " I've more todo with my time than listen to lectures.let's go and POT."Believes in mak­BEV, DOUGLAS:ing contact.MARION FIRNS: Policy - 'T here' sroom for th ree in my car ."l YN FROMHOlTZ: " Oh, to be inSingapore, now that sum mer' s there."MARION HANLON. " How and whyshould I know? I hope I don't lo sepay " .PAT HUGGINS: Dates are made tobe broken. I STill have not fi nlshed .JENNY JAMES: " Belt those kids!Show no patience. I refu se to eatmouldy bread."DOROTHY LEMON: Leader of anti­Austrian campa ign . She is the resultof a left handi-cap.BETH McDONALD: Gives detailedGeography lessons to elucidate theposition of her home town, Waaia.JANET McLEOD: Mother of 300 ." I'v e got hay fever again.She's killed another husband."JEAN MATHEWS:has artistic ability."Gym comes first."Not everyoneSANDRA NELSON: New Guineaha s many attractions ." Beautiful, beautiful brown eyes. "MERRILYN pons: Silence isgolden."Don't make any more trouble."LEONIE ROADNIGHT: I hate to dothis, but I'm after more money.MARGARET SHEEDY: " I've starteda new diet . . . cakes, chocolates, icecreams,etc."Mr. Fry so id . ..CHRIS STAINSBURY: Six weeks ago,frve weeks ago .. . When I'm marriedI'll ...JULIE STUBBS:" I don't know."ROSLYN TAYLOR: Violin - I chopit up!Tintoretto used to paint in sides.MARIA VAN HEES: Why aren 't mymice reproducing?lOIS WilliAMSON; Wrong answersat the wrong time.I can't help it if I'm dumb.63

Ex;t Group 38IT.C.3B - . Mr . PROWSEElsie Jean A uldistCh eryl! Diann e BallardJennifer Mary BloinkTrudy Janin e CatlinR oslyn Margaret CoxM arilyn Franc es DeanBarb ara Evelyn Dretzk eHelen Rae Fland ersJudith FyffeKathryn Joy HoniballN orma M arilyn HuntMo ira Josephine JonesJennifer Ssan LoganLorraine Jun e MaleJennif er Anne M edlinChr istine Edna PaskR obyn Marjorie PuttEva Margot R odenburgMaureen Isabel Sloc ombeGail Denise StevensonRosemarie Anne StynesLoan Margaret Th omasPamela Ann V ineyl oan Susan WilsonSandra Ga y Wri ght64

NotesJEAN AULD1ST: I can't trealJy agreebecause .. .CHERYL BALLARD. He would beMARVELLOUS for Chelsea Library.JENNY BLOINK: Has trouble gettingGalahs to college.TRUDY CATLIN: Never to becaught w ithout a train ticket NOW.MARILYN DEAN:... in the Hostel.We live togetherBARBARA DRETZKE: The DennisIS her favourite post-time.HELEN FLANDERS: It's the softballpadding .. . NOT ME.JUDY FYFFE.Which twin is Tony?KAY HONIBALL: Any m 0 r esquares?NORMA HUNT: I put it straight tohim .. . I wanted a ride out fromWarragul.I don't want to in­MOIRA JONES:fluence you -BUT.Nepotism on wel­JENNIE LOGAN:fare.JENNY MEDLIN: A Jexy Vee Weegoes anywhere.LORRAINE. MALE: Anybody knowof a flat around Balwyn?CHRIS PASK: She's keeping upw ith the Joneses.ROBYN PUTT:the latest fads.EVA RODENBURG:Japan?MAUREEN SLOCOMBE:call her Maud.Keeps up with allIs Mitiamo inHer friendsGAIL D. STEVENSON: The D makesthe difference.ROSEMARIE STYNES: Tobacco isnot the only thing at Myrtleford,JOAN THOMAS:going next year.Guess where I'mPAM VINEY, Is it congenial or congenital?JOAN WILSON:believe in ghosts.MORE inclined toSANDRA WRIGHT: Has she everwon the lucky spot at Moorabbin?JACKIE PROWSE: G-O-R-G-E-O-U-Swith many heartfelt thanks,If we accept a world without end,Must there be a beg inning?65

Ex;t Group 3CI.T.C.3C. ·- MISS GUPPYKa ye Lyn ette BakerBeverley Ann BaysR oslyn Edith BoydM arilyn Faye Callist erDoreen CooperJudith Margaret CracknellCheryle Faye DoddLyn eu e Patricia DuncanM argot Hislop Murray Forb esAlison Jean GuthrieMargaret M ary HoulahanAnnette HutchisonMaree A nne IllingworthDianne M argaret K ettleV irginia Lu casEli zabeth N orma Th ornber LundJud ith May M alinows kiLesley Jean McCallBrenda Joy M ennieK irsty Jean PhillipsFaye Lorraine Py keNa lley Jean R ossGai l R oslyn Ste vensonGl enyse M arilyn T in khamGillian Audrey W ebsterJanet W inder66

NotesKAYE BARKER: Oh, no. Johnwon 't mind.BEV. BAYS, Will my problems workout right or w rong?ROZ. BOYD:was joking .M ARILYN CALLISTER:country girl .DOREbN COOPER.scotch.I really thought heI'm just aA wee drop 0 'JUDY CRACKNELL: Barry ! ! ! ??CHERYLE DODD:" Don't you think?"Works too hard.LYN DUNGAN : Thou sha lt alwayssacrifice thy life's earnings (Soc. S.).MARGOT FORBES: M inni -rea lly, Martin !oh,ALISON GUTHRIE: Physica lly fit-Does she really bush walk?Trons ls­MARGARET HOULAHAN:tor Sister.ANNETTE HUTCHINSON:I can, I will, oh! I can't.I must,MAREE ILLINGWORTH: Girls shouldbe seen and not heard.DIANNE KETTLE: Now w e knowwhy she volunteered for SRC Rep.GIN NI LUCAS: Is off to explor eClear Lake.LIZ. LUND: Ambition to arriveearly via Bendigo. Has a secret pas ­sion for Vintage Cars.JUDY M AL: Did you know yourna me is famous. How d o you spellit?LES M cCALL:sailor.Oh for the Iife of aBRENDA MENNIE: Is now licensed..Are you going water skiing?Hobby --- arriv­KIRSTY PHILLIPS:ing early. Shame!FAYE PIKE :Size doesn't count.JEAN ROSS: Well, if gi ven achance . . .GAIL STEVENSON:a new (Mc)Master.W ill soon ha veGLENYSE TINKHAM: Wh at doesshe do in her leisure time?GILL W EBSTER: Shows signs ofgreatness when she finds out whatit stands for.JANIE WINDER: QUOTE: " W inderby name and wound up by nature"-Laurie. .J. GUPPY: " Yea, I say unto youthat we have foresaken the ways ofthe ignorant and walk in the path oflearn ing, gu iding ourselves withknowledge e'en unto the year's end."3C is noted for : quietness.Eating capacity.Non -conforming lTC's.Its friendl iness.We 'd like to see: Mr. Jones earlyand organised .J.P. late.Jani es on a strict diet.Than ks to: College for th ree wonder­ful years .All sta ff who have lectured to us.M iss Guppy for her enduring patience.67

Exit Group A268A2X -T.P.T.C.Mr. GTLESCarol E velyn A mottIud itli Elizabeth BallantyneCarol Anne BoswellRh onda M aureen BunburyChristine M argaret CantwellLaraine Margaret Em eryPamela Mar garet FitzgeraldCarol Godm anLoris M argaret HairAlan John AttwoodN orman John BoothPhilip Gerald CrokePhillip John FawcettA2Y .... Mr. RUNCIMANBarbara Kaye H anksM aureen Elizabeth Ann Harr isl oy Ann HatcherLynette HeathBarbara Joyce HoffmanPamela Jeun. HuntingjordPatricia Rae KeeleySandra Lo uise LowndesJune Shirley M ayersBarbara He/en McCallumIohn Edward GallusDavid Laurie GriffithsPaul Edward HazellGrcvory John Lawrence

NotesWe are the kids of Group A2,Unc les Ken an d Ray lead the happycrewAlthough a mixed and varied assort ­mentWe cringe to Almighty Allan important.In th e g roup there a re some that aresporty,And plenty of others just pla innaughty.In lectu res Phil a nd Paul do prettywellBut at hole digging they excell.We worked m ighty hard throughoutthe year,Now off to the Dennis to give us acheer,Waiting for results kept us in suspenseBut next year we're out to tortureinnocence.A2 Group Notes: Pat Keeley, JoyHatcher .69

Ex;t Group 8270B2X -T.P.T.c.Mr. FLYNNDenise Mar y MitchellKarla Brinda Nunavsl oan Patrica O'Gr adyColleen Mari e O'SheaM arjorie Lorraine PentlandEva Y'elding PomothyLenn ijcr R eynoldsW endy Ann R oedigerRobyn l oy RunnallsEwell Dou glas McPh ersonPeter John M arriottRobert Gerard MetherallLawrence W illiam Peckh amB2Y -Mr . GILLMar jorie Lynette Sh awPauline A nn SheridanDoreen Ann StanleyShirey Ann Sutt onHelen R osemary TendesonSuzanne M oree van ProoyenHeather Mari on WaitShame Wh iteGlenys Joan WigmoreBasil Philip Buz zacottDonald R obert GrahamBrian Anthony Th omasRichard John TurnerHarry Wilts

NotesThe Editors regret that no GroupNotes were submitted by membersof B2.71

Ex;t Group C2C2XT.P.T.e.Mr. McGARVIEElizabeth Barbar a A ndersonDiane Joan BairdLynette R ae BanksL ynn e Diann e BarnesClaire Lorraine Britt onSusan Elizabeth BuddieL ynette Jean BurgePatricia M eryl Calla ghanWilliam Francis Baile yMaxwell Lindsay Benn ettKevin N oel BoltonRichard Ov ens BoyleRa ym ond John CarterC2YMr. ALLANGlenvs Joan Cam eronBrenda Carp enterJud ith Lorrain e CaseyA vis Florence Charl esworthDianne Lou i;a ChristouHelen Elaine DaviesLindy Belle DaviesJudith Margaret DeanChrist ine Dobrow olskyJanelle Christine Dun ganDavid Win ston ChurchVincent Patri ck Claxt onPeter Gatt oTh om as Harvie Hill72

NotesC2-a talented, varied 10),Measured up to all demands,Let us now introduce each one,Before our group disbands.Lively Lindy leods our lotWell, carefree, lively play.In punctual ity and in dressShe gaily paints the way.Max provides the male supportTo all her little schemes .As she plots, collects, plans,He smiles and blandly beams.Tom and Dick, our handsome wolves,Starred in C and D all year.With Avis, Lyn and Lyn Barnes too,Their performance had no peer.Our sport'nq lights I can 't forgetOur hurdling Di 's a whiz.And Kevin in his mighty mileThrows females into a tizz.Peter and Yin star also hereTheir talents are so broadWei led by David their schollingfeatsCame way above the board.Romance was with us all the year.What will 1966 br ing?Cause in '65 Judy, Helen and Lyn,Managed to "snare" a ring.Brenda insists that Paul 's the "qreqtest",Judy Diane's likewise one-eyed,Chris has insisted that blond heir'sthe thing.But GNG617 is Jon's pride.Claire has made many astute contributionsTo lectures perha ps otherwise drear.To our Shakespearean genius Glenyswe owe,The fact that we see "Othello" clear.And I can't leaye out Sue bound forCabbage tree creek .Our Dianne, so glamourously freeNor Bql, our talented intellectual brainNor talkative, extravert Me.73

Exit Group D2D2X -T.P.T.e.Mr. MUTIME RDianne Joy FleerR obyn Janet GuntherPamela Ann HardingPauline Elizabeth HoulahanLill ian Patricia HowardGaye A ml H owlettAlan V ictor JohnstonRobert Bruce John stoneJeffrey Alexander LesterWilliam James Hu gh M acCartneyD2Y -MISS SMALESWendy Ann Hu gginsSheila Janet JeffreyAnile R osemary JudgeAnna Th erese Jurki wIlona Laima M acanovskisCarol A nne M cCartneyHeather MaculayGeorgene M ary McIlroyJudith Lea M cKenzieJohn Richard M ax wellR eginald Kenneth Mil somChr istopher John M yersRichard T errence Na pierKeith R oderick N aylor74

NotesDedicated to our tutors Mr. Mutimerand Mi ss Smales so that they willremember D2.GEOFF HOFSTEEDE: Here toda y,gone tomorrow.A LAN JOHNSTON:Boy.Cricket, any­BRU CE JOHNSTONE:one?Sleepy TimeJAFF LESTER: Would you give mea driv ing lesson, Crash?WILLIAM MacCARTNEY:prefer Hube rt!An d youDIANNE FLEE R: She's lovely.She's engaged ...GLENYS GOMARSALL: I have neverstolen anyth ing.LIZ GROSSMAN: Steady on there,LIZ OLD GIRL.ROBYN GUNTHER: She'll NAYL ­OR CATCH HER MAN.KE ITH NAYLOR: Deferred AGAI N?PA.M ARDING: It is hot in Queen s­land, Pam.PAULINE HOULAHAN: Back toNoble Pork?JILL HOWARD: Money! Money!Money!GA.YE HOWLETT: Tal k! Talk! Talk!JOHN MAXWELL: Friends . Romans.Country men! .KEN M ILSOM: Fashi on Mo del" Bermudas", 1965.CHRIS MYERS:boo t.Row, row, row you rDICK NAPIER: I Never Will Marry?WENDY HUGGINS:those squares.Sheila Jeffrey:squ ares, please?I have to sewCould I have thoseANNE JUDGE: Is there a telegramfor me?A NNA JURKIW: TAKE A PAIR OFSPARKLING EYES ...ILONA MACANOVS.KIS: The calculusand ap pl ied g irl.CAROL McCARTNEY: Are youblus hing , Carol?HEATHER McCAULEY, What timedo you w rite your lessons? .GEORGIE MciLROY,Club w ill meet . . .The Came raJUDY McKENZIE: Mute the Tute'sfavourite subject.75

Ex;t Group E276To PoToe.E2X ·· M r. RYANDianne Laraine Mo rrisWendy l eunette MortonJeanette Cath erine O'GradyGerdina PieningEva Augusta RandaBron wyn Jean R eeseLynnette M argaret R oseN oemi SchickKerri-Anne SkinnerPhillip Richard N orrisFrederick Iohan PieningAndrew Victor SayPeter Wh itford SearleJohn Leonard SeggieE2Y - . Mr. LACYCora Anne SprosonJanice Lorraine Tu ckMar got Loretta WaltonAnne Mari e Whi tworthKarryn Mar garet WilsonPatricia Lynne WilsonDian e Faye WinbergLesley Dawn WiseLois Kathleen WoodAlison Mar garet WrightAllen James Th eobald

PHILLIP NORRIS: The M usicm an.FRED PEINING : This tra in is boundfor . .. ?VIC SAY: Night on Bol d Mountain .PETER SEA RLE: Madame Butterfly.JOHN SEGG IE: Big Bad John.DIAN NE M ORRIS: Right said Fred .W EN DY MORTON: I could haveda nced a ll night.JEANETTE O 'GRADY : She's theda ughter of . . .GERDA PEI NI NG: Little Dutch M ina.EVA RANDA : Phone 97 -2647.BRONWYN REESE­TREVO R WA LSH-Wherever he goe s, she goes .CORA SPROSON: I w anna beBobby's gi rl.LYN ROSE: The brave Gendarmes.NO EMI SCH1K: Still w aters rundeep.KERRI SKINNER: Rick rack paddywa ck g ive a dog a bone.LA NCE SM ITH: Sleepy time boy .ALLEN THEOBALD: HumptyDump ty ,JAN TUCK: A man called Peter .MARGOT WALTON : Little Bo-peep.A NNE WHITWORTH : M y Bonn ieli es over the ocean .KERRYN WILSON : Bella Marguerita .PAT WI LSON: " Sh e's a Mod."LESLEY W ISE: Teacher 's pet .DIANE WINBERG: Here come s theb ride .LO IS WOO D: Smoo th and m ild andthe taste comes thru '.ALISON W RI GHT: The Power andthe Glory.Mr. LACY: The King sat in hiscount ing hou se.Mr. RYAN: W ho's sorry now?Notes77

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