CHURCH OF ENGLAND
Headmaster Mr. J. E. Ellis
Deputy Headmaster. Mr. G. P. Bashforth.
J. Abbott. Mrs. E. Beynon. Mrs. G. Booth. Miss A. Bull.
Miss A. Edees. Mr. W. Eyre. Mrs. J. Hanson. Mrs. M. Langrish.
Mrs D. Credland.
It is with great pleasure that I write to you on this, the first anniversary of our school magazine, a pleasure, which in its sincerity, is a true measure of the co-operation and loyalty which I receive on all occasions from the Staff, Parents, and children of Ecclesall. May I take this opportunity of saying a simple thank you, and to wish each and every one of you a happy and enjoyable holiday followed in due course by an interesting and successful year in work and play alike.
Looking back on the school year which is now drawing to its close, I realise that we have had our share of success in work, sport and the many varied activities of our school. We have also seen quite a number of changes, beginning with the departure of Mrs. Hackett, her husband having been transferred to Buckinghamshire, and the coming of Miss Abbott to take her place. We have also had to say goodbye to Cannon Jordan and his wife on the occasion of his retirement, and we have welcomed the Rev. Richard and Mrs. Hanson in their stead. We shall have still another change when Miss Bull leaves us at the end of term, and I am sure that you will join me in wishing her every happiness in her new post.
Finally, I should like to convey the best wishes of the Staff and myself to all those of our scholars who will be going to other schools in September. Thank you too, to the countless number of our former pupils who return from time to time to see us. We are always happy to welcome them back.
My best wishes to you all.
As there has been only one previous Ecclesall School Magazine, we feel very honoured to have been selected as its Editors.
The number of entries that have poured in have almost overwhelmed the Magazine Committee and we would like to thank especially, all the children who have not had their articles printed. As almost all the entries were of a high standard, we had considerable difficulty in selecting the ones for the magazine.
Heather Lockey is to be congratulated on her design for the cover of the Magazine. It was chosen as the one most suitable and appropriate for printing from a host of entries in the competition.
We feel sure that children all through the school have enjoyed helping to produce this magazine, and we hope that all will now enjoy reading it. We thank the Headmaster and Staff for all they have done to make it possible to have a magazine.
Good wishes to you all.
Rosemary Spencer. Roderick Nicolson. Editors.
Mary Anderson. John Crawford. Susan Griffiths. Margaret Herring. Richard Hudson. Ann Swift.
Spring is near, spring is coming,
Now here come the lambs all running,
Tulips out, and daffodils gay,
Oh what a wonderful day,
Sky so blue, grass so green,
I shall never forget what I have seen.
Cornwall has only one city with a Cathedral and that is Truro. The streets of Truro are very narrow and it is difficult to drive a car around.
Newquay is quite a popular place and consists of many beaches. There are about 120 steps down to one beach. The most popular sport here, is surf riding and when the tide comes in high, it becomes very exciting.
Mullion Cove is a nice place but I think the prettiest of them all, are Mousehole and Mevagissy. The Helford River is the place for boating and lovely scenery, and a boat ride from the Ferry Boat Inn to Frenchman's Creek, with a hot Cornish pasty in hand, is scrumptious.
I have been to all these places. I think you would like to go as well.
9. RCUCLARKTNBA .
Answers on Page 41.
is my little pet,
He's very tame indeed,
He bobs his head up and down,
When he has some seed.
And when he has his little bath,
He gets himself quite wet,
But when he's nice and dry again,
He looks a nice clean pet.
He's such a knowing little chap,
And says his name quite clearly,
Because he is my little pet,
I love him very dearly.
Conway is a small town in North Wales and it has a large castle on the outskirts of it. The castle has three turrets, each of which has several floors. Between each floor is a small narrow stairway which is crumbling in places. There is a great hall in which dances and parties used to be held in the middle of the courtyard.
The chapel is a small room with a vary high narrow table in the darkest corner of the room. The dungeons were right at the bottom of the castle, almost in the cellars. The cellars stored wines and food in case there was an emergency and the lord had to live in his castle for weeks. Castles are very interesting to look round, but it is the price one has to pay before one can get in that deters me!
One night I was just about to get undressed, when I looked out of my window and saw big flashing lights. It was the olden days and smugglers used to live in those times. I ran down the stairs very quietly and opened the door and went outside. My brother was waiting for me, because, he had seen the peculiar thing too. I said to my brother, `' Shall we go a little closer?" My brother called John, said that it was or may be, a smugglers' ship. "Ooh!" I said, "How frightening." I tiptoed a bit further on. Suddenly my brother disappeared and somebody pounced on me. I was taken to the smugglers' ship with my hands tied behind my back. I was only eight but I am quite tall, so that they thought me ten. They put us in our house, and I never went near a smugglers' ship again.
When I walked across the sands in 1960 which Saint Cuthbert had walked on to the Holy Island, I noticed the long poles which used to have baskets on top for people to sit on when the tide came in. When I got there, I noticed especially that the Old Priory had Norman arches and the ruins were all made of pebbles.
I also went to see Saint Mary's Church which is very small in comparison with our Parish Church. Inside it had a lovely Altar, and there were no pews, only chairs. The church itself was in Cruciform shape. It is a very nice island, and I enjoyed my stay there very much.
The colour is bright,
But some of the speedwells,
Are blue and white.
The speedwell is one
Of my favourite flowers,
And it shines in the grass,
After April showers.
In a country lane
As you pass,
A speedwell you might see,
hiding in the long grass.
My first is in maths, but not in sums,
My second in apples and also in plums,
My third is in hurt, but not in pain,
My fourth is in hit, but not in cane,
My fifth is in late but not in early,
My sixth in fuzzy and also in curly,
My seventh is in feed and also in greed
My eighth is in garden and also in weed
My whole will depend on how you succeed.
Answer on Page 40.
Joan of Arc was a very brave girl. She was born on a farm in Damrimy. When she was 13 she said she had visions in her sleep. Three years passed until the was 16 and she said one day, ''In my sleep I saw a lot of angels and one scald, "You must go out and save your country." Joan asked her father, if she could go out and save her country, but her father wouldn't let her. The next day the went to see the Captain. The second time she went to see the Captain he let her see Prince Charles the Dauphin, but Prince Charles played a trick on her and a servant dressed up in his clothes and ant on the throne while the real prince dressed up in ordinary clothes.
When Joan came in she went up to the real prince and knelt before him. Prince Charles told her to go to Orleans where the place was besieged by English Soldiers. Joan took some soldiers and a horse and went off to Orleans. When she got there, she conquered all the forts and the English fled. Her work wasn't done yet. She had promised to go to Prince Charles' crowning. After the crowning, the English caught Joan and put her to death. Joan of Arc was killed when she was 19, in the Year 1431. Everyone still remembers her in France.
Scouting was founded in 1908 when Baden-Powell the founder, took a small handful of boys to camp on Brownsea Island in Poole Harbour. Since then, scouting has grown from an acorn into an oak.
Boys began to form patrols and without the guidance of a Scoutmaster joined up and made a troop. Now scouting is in almost every country in the world in a world-wide brotherhood.
One night I dreamed about an imp who kept on jumping on my bed when I was ill. Little imps are rather like fairies, but they are men. When the little imp had jumped on my bed, some more little imps came on and then some more until my whole bed was full of little imps. Then when my mother came in, all the imps had vanished; they were all invisible. There was one baby imp left who was not invisible. He tried and tried to make himself disappear, but he just could not manage it. The next night all the little imps turned up, but when my mother came in that time, she had a big net in her hand and they all went into the net, so that was the end of the imps and the end of my dream.
When I grow up I'd like to be,
A sailor sailing on the sea;
A sailor's life is hard I know,
But still, I'm sure I'd like to go.
I'd like to sail to every port,
And see strange sights of every sort,
For Mrs. Booth says that we should
See for ourselves; I wish I could.
Gibraltar, Naples and Bombay,
Hong-Kong and Singapore so gay,
These places have a special charm,
On second thoughts – I’ll have a farm!
Last Whitsuntide I went on a holiday to London. Of all the interesting things I saw, the Planetarium was the best. This building is like a cinema, but it is round, and has a dome shaped roof.
In this theatre of the skies, the sun, moon, planets and stars on its huge domed ceiling, are the actors. The deep vault of heaven is the stage. I saw a presentation called "Out of this World." The commentator asked us to imagine that we were in a space ship going up into the heavens.
In the west, the last light of the sun throws the skyline of London into a sharp silhouette. The dusk gradually deepens into night, and a myriad stars gently appear. As I gazed upwards, I saw a realm of mystery, drama, and enchantment. In the spaceship, I journeyed through space until I was looking down on the Sun with the planets, Earth, Mars, Venus and Mercury circling it, while above me, and around me, were still millions of stars.
In forty minutes I witnessed a spectacle of entrancing beauty, in which excitement, mystery, drama and humour combine to produce an experience which is at once unforgettable and entertaining.
my little garden,
I have a cherry tree,
It opens in the Spring time,
And looks quite lovely.
This, I think, is an excellent book. It is the Air Ministry account of the part played by Coastal Command in the Battle at Sea during the Second World War. It describes battles fought between various British and German Aircraft and it also describes the "Bismarck Operation" which I think is about the most famous in the War. It tells of how Coastal Command aircraft attacked various German major warships in their docks and it also describes attacks on U-boats. These, I think, are very interesting. The book contains numerous photographs of various aircraft and planes being shot down, and also high and low level photos of ships which were attacked by Coastal Command.
This is another excellent book about the two battles at Narvik. In the first Battle of Narvik, the destroyers, Hardy, Havock, Hostile, Hunter and Hotspur, came up Ofot fiord and attacked the German ships in Narvik Bay. The attack caught the Germans by surprise and a lot of their ships were sunk. Our destroyers suffered heavy damages as well. The Hardy and Hotspur were badly damaged and the Hostile slightly damaged. The second Battle of Narvik was very different from the first. The destroyers Cossack, Punjab, Bedouin, Eskimo, Forester, Foxhound, Icarus and Kimberley entered the fiord with the battleship H.M.S. Worspite. Ten German destroyers were sunk and a Swordfish aircraft bombed and sank an enemy U-boat. There are some excellent photographs in the book and I think it is worth getting.
Everyone can get a lot of fun out of dinning, and it does not cost anything. To start off with, all you need is a pencil, a pad and the inside of an envelope. As you get more and more interested, you could buy a sketch-pad and use that. It makes you see things move clearly, and it makes you remember things. Also, it helps you to notice the colours of the countryside. It's fun to copy pictures from books by squaring up the picture with faint pencil lines, then squaring up your paper and drawing the picture, a square at a time.
If you want to increase the size of your picture, simply increase the size of the squares on your paper. When you have had more practice, you could try and do the same picture, freehand.
Go into the country and draw anything that interests you. Start by drawing your frame, and then decide where your horizon is going to be. Now you are ready to start but remember to keep the centre of interest near the middle, and remember that all parallel lines meet on the horizon. This gives you the impression of distance. Drawing is fun too, because you can spend five minutes or the whole of the afternoon doing it.
By the way, it's a good idea not to eat your pencil!
As I entered the concert hall for the first time, I felt very small in such a vast space. At first I thought I was alone, but then I realized that I was in the presence of the timpanist, who was at the back of the stage, tuning his instruments, carefully putting his ear to each one in turn.
Soon the other members of the orchestra began to make their way to their seats, each tuning up to the sound of the oboe. So fascinated was I by these musicians, that I failed to realize that the audience was assembling round about me, fussing over coats, and programmes, and getting settled in for the evening.
After a short pause, the leader of the orchestra came in, and a ripple of applause ran through the audience. He sat down, tuned his violin, and awaited the arrival of the conductor. A door opened, and the famous musician entered to a burst of applause. He climbed on the rostrum, bowed low to the audience, picked up his baton and the concert began.
The first time I went to Spain I saw some caves where men lived thousands of years ago. One of them was full of stalagmites and stalactites. In the cave there was just enough room to walk in. Before we went in, we had to put on our cardigans. In the second cave there were drawings of Prehistoric animals. One animal was a saber toothed tiger.
If you look at
I know you can see,
All its pretty colours,
Sparkling with glee.
The rainbow has seven colours,
One of them is blue,
You might not believe me,
But all of this is true.
One Sunday all our family and some of our friends, went for a sail on the River Ouse at Keywood. Our friends had just bought a new motor-boat, while we had to hire a cruiser. We went about a mile up river and then three quarters of the way back we had some engine trouble, but some kind people stopped and asked us if we would like to be towed back to the landing stage. Fortunately we were sailing with they current and it wasn't much of a strain on the little boat towing us. When we reached the landing stage, the boats had to turn round, and we were all keeping our fingers crossed, wondering whether the tow would be able to make it or not, as we were against the current. Finally we made it, but our friends wondered where we had gone as they had arrived before us. We told them what had happened and they thought it was quite funny. Actually why we had a break-down was that the pin in the propellor shaft had snapped instead of the propellor being damaged. If we had known more about the boat, we would have been able to fix it. I thought it quite an interesting day.
I am an ice skate. I have a pal who is also an ice skate. His name is Left, end my name is Right. We are shiny because the shopkeeper polishes us every night in the village shop. There goes the bell, and I hope the person is going to buy us. No, she's bought the blue eyed doll in the pink dress. Here comes another customer. I don't suppose she will buy us. The girl was Ann Blake. "I would like a pair of ice skates," she said. The shop keeper is going to pick us up. Ah! At last. we are bought. Then we were taken to Anne's house. Anne practised on us for weeks. Spins, turns, leaps and lifts with her brother. Oh! It was fun. Ann and Michael went in for lots of competitions and won them all. They became very famous, beating every other skater. Ann could do the hardest things in the world on skates. Audiences clapped and cheered and jumped about so that they nearly broke their seats. Ann is still skating on us now. Oops! I am a bit dizzy; she has just done a hard spin. I think this is a lovely life, and I am sure Left agrees with me.
Look! A horse in the field over there,
His mane is flying up in the air,
If only I could get on his back,
We'd gallop and gallop away up the track
But I’m afraid 1 cannot do that.
we would gallop, like the wind on the hill
On past the wood and on past the mill,
But I'm afraid I cannot do that.
Chatsworth House is the home of the Duke of Devonshire. It is situated on the River Derwent and has many beautiful rooms. One room in particular is intriguing. It is called the Grotto, and it is a stone and marble room under the stairs. The present Duke is a nephew of the Prime Minister.
Chatsworth also has a fine library, with over 17,500 volumes in it. This library contains 4 books called "Birds of America," the largest book ever published. Chatsworth's gardens contain a large number of fountains. The Emperor Fountain is the largest and it is both interesting and spectacular.
Haddon Hall is situated a few miles North-West of Matlock and is the seat of the Duke of Rutland. It is one of the best-preserved and most beautiful Mediaeval houses in Britain. Its wainscoting and ceilings retain their contemporary beauty.
It is impossible to see the actual hall from the road as it is bordered by a high hedge. The Hall stands on the River Wye which is near Bakewell.
Welbeck Abbey was founded in the 12th. Century by a man called Thomas de Cuckney. One of the owners of the Abbey war called Sir William Cavendish and later on he was made the Duke of Newcastle for his services to Charles Stuart. It was he who built the Riding School at Welbeck. Welbeck House is built round the old cloister range, part of which is now the Servants Hall. Most of the central block was built by Sir Charles Cavendish, about 400 years ago. The whole of Welbeck was altered by Sir Ernest George in 1900. On the west front there is a great square tower from which the Duke would display his banners on great occasions. Also in Welbeck, there are a lot of underground passages, one of which is 12 miles long and is wide enough to take a modern motor car. The Duke employed thousands of men on this task and spent massive sums of money. One of the rooms is 160 ft. long and 63 ft. wide. This is the largest room in England without any supporting pillars in it. There is also a riding school, which is 400 ft. long and 100 ft. wide, but this roof is supported by 50 pillars. Welbeck is now being used as a military training college, preparatory to Sandhurst.
I had a little birdy,
Who went tweet, tweet,
I thought he was ever so sweet,
I put him in the garden,
And gave him some bread,.
Then I went upstairs to my little bed.
The building, Wentworth House, was really Wentworth Wood House, and in the 18th. Century it was the seat of Earl Fitzwilliam. It stands in a Deer Park of 1,500 acres. The house itself covers over 3 acres. The house is now known as the "Lady Mabel College" for the instruction of Physical Education for Students. One third of the grounds is completely ruined as open cast coal mining was done there.
Total House Points for the year are:
Chatsworth. 17,095 Haddon. 19,308 Welbeck. 17,008 Wentworth. 17, 830
Haddon has been top house 25 weeks this year, that is far more times than any other house.
In the Swimming Gala, Wentworth won with 57 points, Welbeck were second with 38 points, Chatsworth third with 32 points and Haddon gained 28 points.
Up to the time of writing, Wentworth have gained a useful lead in the preliminary events for Sports Day.
Across. 1. Where many villagers get their water. 3. The opposite of fat. 5. Birds with glossy plumage that walk not hop. 6. The hair on the eyelid. 11. Great pleasure. 15. All the things one uses at tea (hyphenated). 16.. To mount like a bird. 17. A story, written or told.
Down, 1. White sticky stuff: for fastening things up. 2. Danger. 3. Makes an effort. 4. Very unpleasant. 7. The finish. 8. :Everything or everybody. 9. Pig. 10. Wooden doors to fields or gardens. 12. Go in. 13. Person of weak mind. 14. Eat a portion to see what it is like.
Flip, flap, flop, they go so fast,
That both the sheets are off of last,
Off the line and far away,
Like clouds upon a summer’s day.
Until at last they come to rest,
Upon a hedge which holds a nest
Of tiny birds who all exclaim,
"Come here and fetch them back again!"
The birds are singing,
Singing to me,
The sky is as quiet as quiet can be.
The trees are so gentle,
As they sway in the breeze,
The winter is cold,
It makes my toes freeze.
now, it is summer,
And the lambs have been born,
The farmers have work to do,
Cutting the corn.
The blossom is growing
On every tree,
Summer has come,
We dance with glee:
At home I have ten encyclopedias. Whenever my teacher Mrs Hanson tells us to find out something about a certain subject, I have only to get out Volume Ten and look in the Index. These encyclopedias have nearly everything in them. They are written by Arthur Mee. They are wonderful books. The best thing about them is that they have good questions in them from, “How are things made?" to "Why do we have these small white marks on our finger nails?” What I found interesting about these books, is that in all of them they have at least twenty pages of peculiar questions. Here is an example. How did flint get into chalk? How old is the earth? Why does a cloud fall as rain and not in a lump? These books have many questions and also tell you plenty. There are many pictures of famous people like Tennyson, as well as diagrams of what is inside a core and how it is made. Also there are pictures of different lords and beautiful buildings in foreign countries. These books are mostly filled with poetry. They are very good.
Answers on Page 41.
As I stood watching the clouds in the sky,
I saw a bird just flying by,
it went so high as it flew by,
With the river lashing below,
With the river lashing below.
It skimmed, it dived, it swirled,
it came to perch,
On a beautiful tall, tall silver birch,
And there it stayed for quite a while,
With the river lashing below, below,
With the river lashing below.
And over the hill came the sight of a kite,
Nearer and nearer it came in sight,
It dived, it swirled and it came to perch,
Right in the heart of that silver birch,
With the river lashing below, below,
With the river lashing below.
There once was a man,
He went a roving,
To plunder and rob
And kill other people;
And row and row,
To other villages,
And steal and kill
And rob and sail,
Far, far away.
I have a little hamster
His coat is golden brown,
He isn't very big,
And as light as thistledown.
cage is warm and cosy,
I keep it clean and neat
He has a dish of water,
And lots of things to eat.
I give him lots of pea-nuts,
These he likes the best,
At night he curls up tightly,
In his cosy little nest.
The moon shone bright,
The night was still,
As I looked from my window,
I saw a rabbit 'neath the boughs
Of my apple tree.
It saw the moon shining clear,
And shook its paw as if to say,
"Good night: Good night: "
Then, with a start, it scampered off
And disappeared from sight.
Sheffield town's a drab town and Sheffield works are grey,
But Sheffield steel is: good steel and Sheffield hearts are gay,
They hey for Sheffield steel, for knife and fork and spoon,
The strong steel, the true steel, to all the world a boon.
Oh Sheffield schools are fine schools and Sheffield
boys are gay,
With lessons, songs and games, they pass the livelong day,
Then hey for Sheffield teachers and hey for Ecclesall,
The church school, the church school, the best school of all.
Oh Sheffield sport is fine sport
and Sheffield teams are keen,
Wednesday and United are the best there's ever been,
Then hey for the Owls and up the gallant Blades,
The great lads, the fine lads, whose glory never fades.
Oh Sheffield streams are fine streams
whose music weaves a spell
And Sheffield Woods are grand woods, where Peace and Beauty dwell,
Then hey for Wyming Brook and hey for the Porter clear,
The dashing streams, the splashing streams, whose music soothes the ear.
For the last three years my family have been to Bournemouth for our holiday and from there we have had days at Southampton. Last year we went to see the Windsor Castle sail on her maiden voyage.
On our arrival we went on a motor boat looking at various ships, e.g. the "Sinaloa" which is a banana boat, and the ''Hoosier State." We also saw some of the Union Castle Liners, which bear the names of various towns plus the word castle, e.g. Windsor Castle and Cape Town Castle. The Queen Mary was the last ship we saw. At the end of our tour we had lunch and later had a look round the centre of Southampton. There are some nice shops and well laid-out gardens.
As there was a strike of crews at that time, the Windsor Castle sailed before the official time given, in order to avoid trouble. We joined other people lining the dockside and cheered and waved as the ship gradually moved away, pulled by tugs until she was able to move up Southampton water under her own steam. Many of the passengers on board the luxury liner were standing on the decks returning our waves and cheers. The Windsor Castle sailed away with flags flying, answering the hoots from all the other chips in the docks wishing her Bon Voyage, with a deep throated boom from their sirens.
The Windsor Castle has a trip of fourteen days ahead of her and when we saw the queue of traffic we thought she would be nearing South Africa before we arrived back in Bournemouth! However, the police eventually sorted out the traffic jam and we had a pleasant journey back through the New Forest.
I dislike spiders because they are very ugly. The only kinds of spiders I like are money spiders and those little orange spiders on trees. One day I was sitting on a pile of grass when a spider suddenly came out of the pile of grass by my hand. I jumped up and shook it off but it hung itself on a thread on my sleeve. I called Daddy and he had to knock it off and kill it.
I dislike wasps because once I had a lovely big drink of Tizer. Wasps like Tizer and I was just going to drink it when about 20 wasps came down and dived into the glass. I let go of it in fright and the Tizer poured out, including the score of wasps. They all swarmed after me and I went in the sweet shop for shelter. Then they went away, and I was very glad. .
a little rabbit,
I call it Saucy Sam,
He has a lot of habits,
And eats whenever he can.
He is a little rascal,
Running round his hutch,
Waiting for his chance,
To reach the cabbage patch.
He was black with a coat like satin,
And a flying main and tail,
I have never seen anything like him,
And never will again.
His gallop was wild and free,
He soared over each huge boulder,
And he stopped as he came to me.
I sat upon his rounded back,
My heels touched his flanks
W e were off on the grassy mountain,
Galloping up the track.
He jumped a hedge and a brush fence,
We soared over the plain,
We tore through crops and forest dense,
And the night was filled with rain.
It couldn't go on forever,
I suppose it had to end,
And though my steed was clever,
He had to send me back Again.
I dismounted from his back,
I had such a lovely ride,
The stars and moon were going dim,
As I patted his heaving side.
And then I found myself
My horse had gone it did seem,
I rubbed my eyes and shook my head,
It had been such a wonderful dream.
Once upon a time, a boy and a girl started a riding school. A girl called Ursula and a boy called James lived down a road called Elderberry Lane which had lots of' houses on one side, and lots of blackberry, raspberry and elderberry bushes on the other side. One of those houses had a big field of grass. The house was where Ursula and James lived. Their Mummy and Daddy owned the field. One day, Ursula said to her Mummy, "We could buy three ponies and make a small riding school, " so the whole family saved up and bought the ponies. They were called Rex, Ajax and Danube. The school went on very well, and even the horses enjoyed it. Ursula who was then thirteen and James who was eleven, led the group of young riders each day. The lessons were from 6 o'clock until 7 o'clock in the evening. Ursula or James rode Rex, the learners had Danube and the good riders had Ajax. The park nearly always had a gymkhana every year. Ursula's horses won it and won a rosette, so the school became famous after that. The family had the shed made bigger, so that the horses could sleep there, and the school grew bigger.
came across it in early Spring,
In its brilliant yellow and mauve,
And all the garden seemed to ring,
The crocus swayed on its slender stem,
So daintily on its slender stem,
It seemed, in its splendour to move.
We set off by coach from Stockton at 9. a. m. We went through Durham, Newcastle and Morpeth, and Katherine, Auntie Marjorie, the Staff and I, had coffee at the Queen's Head Hotel. The girls sauntered off, elsewhere. We then got back to the bus. The rest of the journey to Bamburgh was following parallel to the sea. At just turned one o'clock, we arrived at Bamburgh. We then got out for dinner. The Staff, Katherine and I had our picnic dinner under the shade of Bamburgh Castle. At 1. 50. p.m. everyone was assembled in the three coaches.
Our coach headed the party and we arrived at Seahouses in just under ten minutes. The buses could have gone quicker, but they went slowly so that we could admire the scenery. We walked down the pier at Seahouses and saw ten boats. They were small motor-boats that held twelve people each. The sea was a bit bumpy, but it wasn't at all upsetting. In twenty minutes we landed on Staple Island. The Farne Islands, as you might know, is a bird sanctuary. The birds on Staple Island are mainly guillemots, puffins, shags and kittiwakes. We stayed there for half an hour. We then got aboard the boat, and went round by the Brownsman and Big Harcar to see the seals. They almost look like sea dogs. We then went round by the Brownsman Sound to the Inner Farne. Eider ducks and Terns are mainly found on the Inner Farne. The down from Eider ducks is used for making eiderdowns. We had tea at Seahouses and returned to Stockton at 9 p.m. after an exhilarating and interesting day.
The School Orchestra was playing and amongst the violinists was a boy called Schubert, who sat behind the leader. What were they playing? Probably one of Haydn’s Symphonies because both Haydn and Beethoven were in the vicinity. It is doubtful whether it was Beethoven's music because it was generally too hard for school orchestras. As one movement ended; the leader turned round to see who was playing with such a mellow, and beautiful tone. It was a round faced, fuzzy haired new boy - Schubert. He nodded in approval and then turned away.
At the time when Franz was admitted to the school, there were 10 or 11 brothers and sisters in his family, and as years went by, there were 17. Schubert's father was a hard working man but he did not earn much money, so you can imagine his joy when he got his son Franz into the Emperor's Choir School, which is the school 1 have been talking about.
When he left school, there was the question of what to do. He wanted to be a composer, but this was not a certainty. His father was a master of a school in Vienna and for the moment he decided to be a schoolmaster. About this time he began to have lessons in music by a man called Salieri.
Altogether Schubert composed over 600 songs and he did not usually get more than a few shillings for them. Although he was a genius, he never became a rich man. This did not matter to Schubert though; a long as he was composing he did not mind.
Schubert's life, like his symphony, was " Unfinished.” If you look at the: beginning of this article you will see he only lived 31 years. You will probably know that he died one year after Beethoven in Vienna, but Beethoven was wealthy whereas Schubert was poor and known only to a small circle of friends. When Beethoven was dying, Schubert visited him and at his funeral he was a torch-bearer. 0n the way home they drank solemnly to his death. When Schubert himself was dying, he begged to be buried near Beethoven, and this was granted. In music he left over 1,000 compositions. In money, £2.10s.0d.
The stone placed over him bears
"Music has here entombed a rich treasure—
But still fairer hopes."
A delicious recipe to try -
Russian Toffee smooth as silk,
Is nourishing because of milk,
3 oz. of butter you melt in a pan,
Add 1 teacup of sugar (either castor or gran)
Of syrup, 1 tablespoon, stir quickly in,
The milk (small condensed) you must use 1 whole tin.
For 20 odd minutes
this mixture must boil,
While you well grease a tin with butter or oil,
A rich creamy mixture your boiling will get,
Which you pour in the tin and then leave to set.
I am entering our dog in the Pet Show at the Garden Party. Somebody on Greystones Drive is entering my Auntie's dog. She is the sister of our dog, and when they get together, they jump and chase each other. I don't know what they will do in the tent with a lot of rabbits, mice, guinea pigs etc. I expect they will have the tent down!
in the bushes,
A howl and then a scream,
A swaying of the rushes,
Two burning bright eyes gleam.
A large and handsome fox appears,
Brown fur and bushy tail,
Hunters' horn afar he hears,
He's safe - they've lost his trail.
One day in winter when it was snowing hard, I was walking through Cuckoo Wood where the trees were all bare except for few evergreens. The snow stopped; down a tree bounded a squirrel with a nut. He sat on a branch and ate so daintily that I stood and watched him for a long, tine. At the bottom of the :pond I saw some frogs. In an old oak tree there was a hole and I guessed that was where the owl lived. There was a mound of leaves at the bottom of the tree, where a little hedgehog lived all winter. I saw some little mice asleep, cuddling up together. There were four, all white. It was the 17th. January and very cold. It was beginning to snow again so I went under an evergreen bush to try and. get out of the snow, but it did not cover up very well, so I thought it better to hurry home. I began to hunt in my pocket for my mittens, but they were not there. I had left them under the bush so I hurried back to look for them. Sure enough, they were there.
a word was there,
As the trees, still bare,
Stood still in a silent row,
Not a sound was heard,
Not even a bird,
Flew over the scene below.
then, through the trees,
Came the rattle of keys,
As a gardener came in sight,
He carried a pick
With a long handled stick,
which was painted an ivory white.
He went to a stone,
And sat there, alone
With his long-handled stick by his side,
He sat there in thought,
As with problems he fought,
And slowly his riddles untied.
Here is an interesting trick you may wish to try. Take any fifteen cards out of an ordinary pack. Deal them face upwards into three piles, with 5 cards in each. While this is being done, ask someone to choose a card. The dealer asks which pile this card is in, then picks up the cards with this pile in the centre. Repeat this twice more. Then count out eight cards. The eighth one will be the chosen card. The person must choose the same card each time the cards are dealt.
I am an elephant. Long go I lived on the edge of the Jungle and loved bathing in the cool river. My mother died when I was a baby and I lived wild with the other elephants.
One day when I was alone, I heard black men beating on their tom-toms. Unknowingly I went away from the noisy drums. All of a sudden a gate slammed and it was only then I knew I'd been caught. The men then took me to a large building which I had never seen before. I entered through a large gate on the west side of what the men called a "palace." It was there a man trained me. He trained me in stages, one: walking, two: dancing and three: to carry a person sitting on my back in a seat.
One day my trainer and master told me someone very special was going to ride on me. Here I am with the Queen on my back.
She has come to India on a trip with her husband. Now I am an elephant to be proud of!
I have a doll called Mary Jane,
With curly hair, but face quite plain,
She has such gay and pretty clothes,
And the cutest little turned up nose.
I change her clothes each day and night,
To brush her hair is my delight,
Combing and setting in different styles,
Bring Mummy and Daddy many smiles.
Chester Cathedral is the chief church and the headquarters of the district of Cheshire, which is made up of all the parishes in Cheshire. If you live in Cheshire, this is the church to visit. In the Cathedral there is the Bishop's throne. That is what makes it a Cathedral. Cathedra is a Greek word meaning a throne. Chester Cathedral was not always a Cathedral. Up to the reign of Henry VIII, Cheshire was part of Lichfield. In those days the building which one knows as a Cathedral, was an Abbey. If you go round the Cathedral, you will see on old Abbey, and the Building with it, was the monks' house.
The North Transept is the oldest part of the Cathedral. The great round arch and the smaller galleries above it, date within forty years of the Battle of Hastings, at the end of the 11th. Century. The arch is a Norman Arch and was built by Hugh Supus, the first Norman Earl of Chester who founded the Abbey in 1093. The North Transept has been altered a bit since Hugh Supus first built it. This Transept has a 16th. Century roof.
do the birds in the trees like to sing?
And why do ping-pong balls have to ping?
Why should the water make a noise?
And why do children play with toys?
Why do bells have to chime?
And why did my poem have to rhyme?
Clocks that ring,
Clocks that dong,
Clocks that ding.
Clocks of gold,
Clocks of brass,
All these are sold.
Clocks with hinds,
These are used,
Throughout the lands.
Last year in Spain I saw an archway built by the Romans. The army which had beaten Spain, marched along the road through these archways.
When we were coming home we saw the amphitheatre in Nimes. The amphitheatre is built of stone and is still in good condition. It is used for bull-fights instead of the gladiators and wild animals. This was built just before the birth of Christ. An amphitheatre has rows of stone seats round it, one row above another with sand in the bottom for the games. Near Nimes in a fine aqueduct built without cement to carry the water across the valleys into Nimes. We walked in the channel where the water used to flow.
I'm in bed I close my eyes,
And wondrous things I see,
It may be something that I want
Like strawberries for tea.
is a bicycle,
Or maybe it's a toy,
Or even just a little dog,
To bring me fun and joy.
I'm always disappointed,
If I take a little peek.
And find that all my lovely things,
Are not here to keep.
But then it’s very nice I feel,
To have these things on loan,
And even though they are not real,
They seem to be my own.
wind that blows so high and low,
That never goes to bed,
That's always blowing in the night,
That's always blowing out the light.
wind, oh wind, how nice you are,
Don't blow leaves from all the trees,
Oh wind, oh wind, oh please be good.
A ballerina is
like a dainty fairy,
As she floats and glides across the stage,
She hovers on her tiny points,
And does some graceful movements,
With her long, slender arms.
Her partner runs in,
And leaps and twists and bounds,
He lifts her up,
As if she were a feather
Then, across the stage they go,
Mole was sitting by the bank when Rat came along, and said, "It's time we started for the party at Mr. Badger's house." "All right,'' said Mole. They went to call for Mrs. Mouse, but when they called, she did not come. After a time they looked for her. It was nearly time for the party and they had not found her. Suddenly Rat heard a faint cry which seemed to come from a hole in her garden. He went down the hole and took her out and they ran as quickly as they could. They were at the party just in time, but at the party the animals could not have a story because Mr. Badger could not find his book. Suddenly Rat said, "We can tell you our story of what happened to Mrs. Mouse," so they all listened to their story and at the end they all gave three cheers for the Rat and the Mole.
I have a
And his name is Jack,
He takes me for a ride each day,
I ride upon his back.
I ride upon a saddle,
Which is brown just like his coat,
On the way we pass a river,
And see, perhaps, a boat.
Before the ride is over,
We go and see more boats,
Then to show that I have liked it,
I give him a feed of oats.
Squirrel cuddles up into a tiny ball,
She rests all through the winter and never plays at all,
She is a pretty little thing,
You see her in the Summer and the Spring.
Answer to Riddle-Me-Ree. "Aptitude."
1. STRAWBERRY. 5. RHUBARB. 9, BLACKCURRANT.
2. BLACKBERRY. 6. BILBERRY. 10. GOOSEBERRY.
3. APRICOT. 7. GREENGAGE. 11. CHERRY.
4. RASPBERRY. 8. PLUM. 12. REDCURRANT.
YORK. 8. SOUTHAMPTON. 15. ROTHERHAM.
2. DOVER.. 9. SOUTHWOLD. 16. POOLE.
3. LONDON. 10. BRADFORD. 17. MIDDLESBOROUGH..
4. SHEFFIELD. 11. DERBY. 18. CREWE.
5. DONCASTER. 12. BRISTOL. 19. CARDIFF.
6. LIVERPOOL. 13. COVENTRY. 20. SALISBURY.
Term commences 9.0. a.m. Tues. 12th. Sept.1961.
Half Term Holiday, Thurs. & Fri. 26th. & 27th.Oct. 1961
Term ends 4.0.p.m. Thursday 21st. December, 1961.
Spring Term commences 9.0.a.m. Tues. 9th. Jan. 1962.
Half Term Holiday, Mon. & Tues. 26th. & 27th.Feb.1962
Term ends 4.0.p.m. Wednesday 11th. April 1962.
Summer Term commences
9.0. A.m. Mon. 30th. April 1962
Whitsuntide Holiday, Sat. June 9th. to Sun. June 17th
Term ends 4.0.p.m. Friday July 27th. 1962.
The School Year 1962-63 will commence: Tuesday, 11th. Sept. 1962.
Ecclesall Girls' Rounders Team have played 13 matches this season, of which 10 were won. Our first match was played against Nether Green and lost, but by only a few points. However, the return match we won easily. We had only one more match to win to enable up to take part in the tournament and we succeeded in doing so. The date of the tournament was Saturday 17th. June and the team was tense with excitement. We played five schools in the first round and beat them all. In the Semi-Final we played against Woodburn and lost.
Our last match of the season will be against Maltby Street Girls' Team. They are a very good team and reached the final in both the One Day Tournament and the City Cup Competition. We hope we shall be able to give them a good and enjoyable game.
Across:- 1. Pump. 3. Thin. 5. Starlings. 6. Eyelash. 11. Delight. 15. Tea-things. 16. Soar. 17. Tale.
Rounders Carr Cup Runners Up Certificate
This year Ecclesall boys started badly by losing to Nether Green by 85 points to 82 points. In the second match of the season, Ecclesall played Dore and won comfortably by an innings and 70 points. This gave us encouragement and we then beat Hunters Bar by 35 points to 12 points. All of our first three matches were away and our next match was very tough. It was against Nether Green at home and we won by 7 points. Next we beat Hunters Bar and later Dore to win 5 out of our 6 matches and score 10 points out of a possible 12 points.
After defeating Dore, we qualified for the first round of the Carr Cup Competition and played Woodburn. This match we won with comparative ease. We then met our old rivals, Nether Green, and beat them quite easily. Arbourthorne were beaten in the Semi-Final and then we had to play Bradway in the Final. We each had an innings and we were leading by 6 points to 4 points, when the match was abandoned because of rain. In the replay, Ecclesall lost by an innings and 6 points.
Down - 1. Paste. 7. End. 12. Enter. 2. Peril. 8. All. 13. Idiot. 3. Tries. 9. Hog. 14. Taste. 4. Nasty. 10. Gates.
The snow comes
softly falling down,
Gently settling on the town,
The snowflakes sparkle and glisten clear,
And the warm log fires are burning near.
snowball and have such fun,
Sledging down the hillside run,
They go back home all soaking wet,
Then at day's end the sun does set.
is a school at Ecclesall,
Whose buildings are both old and small,
But the things I shall remember
When I move on, in September,
Are the goodwill and friendliness all round,
Which at this school are always found.
good, heavenly Father,
Make us be as good as Thee,
Make us do things as we should,
So that we will always please Thee.
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