Junior TERENCE BURGAR, LESLIE APPLEBY, DAVID REDHEAD, ROBERT PEACH
Senior GEORGE SMITH, PETER MITCHELL, CHARLES STEPHENSON
Prize for Progress in School Work, EDWARD COOMBES
Prize for Effort in School Work LEONARD FREELANCER
Physical Training, JEREMY DAVIES, THOMAS ALLEN
Boiotmaking ASGAR ALI, JACK RICHARDS, CHARLES COLEY
Carpentry VICTOR KING, NORMAN MACONACHIE, PETER TOZER, COLIN SKINNER
Gardening BRIAN BARLOW, DAVID MEPHAM, GEORGE HOLDEN
The: McMnllen Prize: ANTHONY Fox
(Donated by A Mc, Miillan and Co., Ltd.)
Special Gardening Prize: JESSE LLOYD
Printing WII.I.IAM LINES, BRIAN MCCARTHY, LESLIE APPELBY
Sheet -metal Work WILLIAM BOOTH, ALEXANDER LEEMING
Sports Prize VICTOR KING
(Donated by S, Brown Esq. )
Special Award HARRY WALL
s. c. c.
A lot is talked today about "power" Tennis. The Cannon-ball service, quick follow-up to the net, and hard volley which wins the point. We've
seen quite a bit of it at this year's Wimbledon. But the "power" we've all admired was that which helped a player fight back, despite being two
sets down, and winning the match.
Life is something like a game of Tennis. We start off "love-all", but before long we are "Iove-15" down. Another set-back and we find "love 30"
against us. Only when we take a firmer grip on ourselves and show a little more resolve to try harder, does the score move up I" "deuce".
Then our "advantage", and the next good point, we have the game.
I suppose we all like to win; and we would like to have some of that power of the great Champions. We can have that "power"; by being
;efficient at our jobs; by being the sort of person who would impress others, getting things done, especially in the way of selling wrongs to
And there is a greater kind of "power" than that; the "power" to become the kind of man that everyone respects, and looks up to; the "power"
to be of some real use in the world, wherever we may be. This "power" comes from our Father, but He needs every human heart He can find to
get this "power" working. Human co-operation is what God needs. Every one of us can be a sort of distributing centre of the love and life, and
"power" of God.
"I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me".
All best wishes for a glorious Summer holiday.
S C C
MR. E HOUSBY
It was with profound regret that we heard in February last that Mr. Housby had met with a fatal road accident. Many old boys will recall that
Mr. Housby was head of the Bootmakers' Shop and retired in 1946 and went to live in Leicester. He came to Goldings in 1927 and in 1931
took over as head of the Bootmakers' Shop in place of Mr. Wolfe. "Ted" as he was affectionately known was a kindly man and conscientious
in all he undertook. During the early part of his time at Goldings he gave up many of his Saturday afternoons to referee football matches, an
activity of the school life in which he was particularly interested
AT THE COURTS CALLED WIMBLEDON
And it came to pass in due season, this being the dry season of the year, that a battle was held at the Courts called Wimbledon. Many great
players came from a long way off; over the oceans, through the air, to play against, and to beat each other in the play called Tennis.
Others of the multitude came to see these mighty ones. Some came to see, or be seen in, or nearly out of, the gorgeous dresses they wore. The
great thing was to be able to say, "I was there".
And the multitude desiring to get into the Court called Centre (because it is not in the centre), drew lots for the seats; and a great many were
weeping and wailing, for there were none. Some, lucky in the draw, who paid five talents for their seats, sold them again for twenty-five
talents. At those people the crowds were angry, and reviled them, shouting with a loud voice, "Spiv", and other vile names which cannot here
be printed. But some paid the twenty-five talents demanded by the ungodly ones, while others paid only to enter the stadium and view the Court
called Centre from the walls thereof.
At the head of the lists of the Champions was one called Tony of the family of Trabert. He was of fair hair (crew cut), and ruddy countenance.
The sower seeded him No. 1 in the draw, which, being interpreted means, he should win the tournament. But in the lists were those who would
fell the Champion at one blow. Lew and Ken, young in years, came from the land at the other side of the world and claimed by the knowing
ones as the Champions of the future Mervyn the Rose, a pale but strong hunter, who causes confusion among the ranks of the great; this
swarthy man heads the lists in the land of kangaroos.
From the land across the sea where many great ones come, was Victor, son of Seixas, the Champion who reigned at the crowning of the great
White Queen. He came to be Champion once more. And in those days came Herbie, the son of Flam, a cool, cunning, and wise one, who like a
wrestler turns the other man's strength to his own advantage. He girded himself for the fray, and did look wise. With him was "Tappy" the one
with the evil eye. He did but look, and the ball-boy withered. There was one, however, who played "Tappy" at his own game, and his name was
writ large in the tablets of the day. Peter, giant among the boys who fagged the balls, became famous at the jousts, for he played with giants.
From the land of the Pharaohs came an exiled one, Jaroslav the son of Drobny, a cunning one who escaped from behind the Iron Curtain. As he
fished in quiet waters he chose himself the choicest fish, and did eat, and came to the tournament well filled. And he prevailed against many
who were younger in years, because he did eat his fish. Some there were whom men called "Big-heads" — even bigger than our Bomber. They
fell by the wayside.
Among the women who accompanied the men was she who nodded with her head as she walked, and they called her "Little Mo". Like a David
among the giants she walloped the ball to- the sidelines like a well-aimed stone from a sling. In the same tents were other shapely forms from
sunny California, queens of the Court, who neither permitted smile nor gesture of annoyance, nor petulance upon the sacred turf.
On the eleventh day of battle did Ken, the young Rosewall of Australia array himself against the exiled one, Jaroslav. Now when Ken saw that
the battle was set against him after the first joust, he chose of all the choice shots, and put them in array against the old one. And Jaroslav was
old and well stricken in years being nigh on thirty two. But because of his quiet life with his fish, and because Charlie of the red head did throw
him the balls on the Court that is called Centre, Jaroslav was too strong for Ken, and did prevail against him. And the said Charlie did gain fame
in the joust at the Hall of Television but Michael the Pertwee did find him out. The Champion was Jaroslav; but Charlie got the money!
And on the last day the little nodding woman did battle against the old queen of the Court called Centre, and did prevail against her. All the
wise heads did shake and said, "I knew it". As the sun set upon the field of battle many little men did cover the field with a great sheet, and the
Court called the Centre, because it is not in the Centre, rested for another year.
As the Champions departed, and the multitude went their way, so returned the tribes of Dickies from being ball-boys at the jousts. And they
live in the land where there is good food and much peace, and they wait until the Champions return to do battle at the Court that is called Centre,
because it is not in the centre.
s. c. C.
VISITS FROM OLD BOYS
THURLOW, D. called to see us on the 20th May. He was in the uniform of the Oxford Light Infantry. He has been in the army two-and-a-
half months and likes it so much that he has signed on as a regular. He looked very fit and smart and thought it likely he would be posted in
Germany. Douglas was a bootmaker at Goldings and left to join a firm at Oxford.
MAY, MICHAEL. He returned to take a short refresher course in carpentry after his national service abroad. Army life seemed to have suited
him. He hopes to obtain a job near his foster home at Eydon.
PHILLIPS, P. One of our very old boys called to see us on the 3ist May. He was trained in the Sheet Metal Work Department and left in 1930
to go to the A.E.G. Motor Co. He now lives at Loughton and is employed as a Sheet Metal Worker at de Havillands, Hatfield.
RICHES, P. On the I2th June Pat, who was a carpenter at Goldings, called to see us on his way to the Old Boys' Day at Woodford. He is still
living at Gloucester but is now working with a firm dealing with hydraulics. He said he was keeping quite well nowadays though he still has to
have periodical checks on his chest. Whilst at Goldings, Pat was in our Sick Bay quite, a long time with chest trouble. We are pleased to hear
he is now quite well.
A BOY'S IMPRESSIONS OF WIMBLEDON
As this is my third year at Wimbledon I have decided to write an article consisting of my impressions of this great place.
On entering the gates of Wimbledon you find yourself in a
paradise of colour, sunshine and gaiety. The ladies' summer frocks,
the well kept Tennis Lawns—the only one of their kind—the tea
lawns with tables and gay sun-shades, the neat and trim
hedges, the well set out flower gardens with the colours of red, white and blue and even a bright red Post Office caravan is part cf the settings.
The Centre Court from the outside is a marvellous and impressive sight. It is surprising how large it really is. It stands quite high and there are
Tiers of balconies looking out to the outside courts and giving you a bird's-eye-view of this well-known tennis ground. The whole outside of
Centre Court is covered with ivy which gives it added charm.
The inside of the Centre court tells a different story. It is on this turf that all the famous players of the world have played. To some it has meant
victory and fame, to others, defeat. To many it has meant years of hard training and skill and they either win and make a name for themselves
or lose and so lose the thing they have tried so hard to win.
To the spectators, Wimbledon is a grand day out. A good sport and worth watching. Little can they realise as they see two players enter the
court that one must go off with triumph and glory and the other must leave with a heavy heart and a lost game.
As I end, let me bring to your mind a few lines from Rudyard Kipling's
As I end, let me bring to your mind a few lines from Rudyard Kipling's