Brentwood College School - Brentonian Yearbook (Mill Bay, British Columbia Canada)

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Brentwood College Magazine Tea was served on the verandah overlooking the inlet, which provided a beautiful scene for the usual amenities. Afterwards the visitors strolled about the grounds and viewed the exhibits of Manual Training, Architectural Draw- ing and Photography in the Library. i i i PRIZE LIST 1942 Grade IX. — Form Prize R. Wellsted Grade X. — Form Prize - M. Butler Grade XI. — Form Prize, 1st - - - - R. E. Ainscough Grade XI. — Form Prize, 2nd R. Young Grade XII. — Form Prize, 1st - - - - A. E. Gillespie Grade XII. — Form Prize, 2nd - - - - O. J. A. Cavenagh Science Prize A. E. Fox Mathematics Prize - - A. E. Gillespie and O. J. A. Cavenagh Williams Prize for Languages R. E. Ainscough and R. Young Scott-Moncrieff Prize for English - - - A. E. Gillespie Mechanical Drawing Prize ----- R. E. Ainscough Architectural Drawing Prize - - - - A. W. Calhoun Manual Training - - P. McCulloch Senior Tennis Doubles ------ J. T. Clarke and J. M. McClean Senior Tennis Singles J. T. Clarke Junior Tennis Doubles J. W. Pitts and R. Young Junior Tennis Singles - R. Young Senior Sculling J. E. Schinbein Junior Sculling C. E. Jukes Senior Badminton Doubles - - - - J. T. Clarke and G. A. Underbakke Senior Badminton Singles O. J. A. Cavenagh Junior Badminton Doubles J. W. Pitts and C. L. Graham Junior Badminton Singles P. A. Cherniavsky Senior Squash Rackets J. T. Clarke Junior Squash Rackets A. Pollard 100 Yards Challenge Cup W. A. F. Pinckard Junior Challenge Cup R. Lewis Intermediate Challenge Cup - - - - C. E. Jukes Victor Ludorum A. E. Gillespie and W. A. F. Pinckard Shooting Cup - - J. M. McClean Yarrow Shield and Medal A. E. Gillespie House Cup — Cricket (Mrs. Oliver) ---------- Upper House Rugby (Capt. Levien) Upper House Tennis (Mrs. Privett) Upper House Rowing (Mrs. Heme) Upper House Shooting (Mrs. Parr) .......... Lower House Inter-House Cup - Upper House [Page Twenty -seven]

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Brentwood College Magazine AS if in recognition of the momentous event, the sun shone brilliantly on the Nineteenth Annual Speech Day, which was held on Saturday, June 20th. The day began with the traditional cricket match between the Headmaster ' s XL, composed of fathers, Old Boys and friends of the school, and the College XI. Although the cricket was mediocre, the game had a dramatic ending when Calhoun, going to bat as last man and needing three runs to win, hit a long ball for two runs and then was bowled to end the game in a draw. The gasoline restrictions might have been expected to limit the number of visitors, but every car that made the trip from town was fully loaded, with the result that when Mr. Privett began his address at 3:30 o ' clock the gymnasium was filled with parents and friends. It was something in the nature of a triumph for the Headmaster to make his annual address, since he had returned from the hospital only five days before. Mr. Privett first mentioned the fact that Mr. Drennan Hincks, long a master in the school, was leaving to venture into matrimony and to teach in Eastern Canada, in both of which he had our best wishes. The Headmaster then went on to point out that it is no easy matter for a school such as this to carry on in these difficult times, but through hard work and co-operation we had carried on with credit and would continue to do so. He told us that last year ' s matriculation classes had done particularly well with a very high average per cent in the examinations. One hundred and forty-four Old Boys and six ex-members of the staff are now serving in the forces, several of them in most important positions. Among others he told us of two out- standing accomplishments of the school — the winning of the Provincial Cham- pionship by the Corps shooting team and the winning of the Track and Field meet in Victoria by eight representatives of the school. With continued co- operation the Headmaster expressed his opinion that we would continue this fine record in the future. Colonel B. R. Mullaly was then introduced. He took as his theme the carrying of the torch, the focal point of the school crest, and once more stressed the ideal of co-operation. The Headmaster then introduced Mrs. Mullaly who graciously presented the prizes, receiving as she finished an attractive bouquet presented by Miss Gillian Bridgman. [Page Twenty-six]

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Brentwood College Magazine Warleywoods Hospital, Brentwood, Essex, May 10th, 1942. Dear Mr. Privett: I am afraid that it is a considerable time since I last wrote to anyone at the School, but I have at last been smitten, partly by my conscience and partly by a desire to learn how Brentwood is faring as the result of the present turmoil. It is rather a coincidence that I should have been sent here to another Brentwood — and a somewhat different one — as a consequence of the war. For the first year of the war I was at the London Hospital doing a variety of jobs, though for part of the time we were not kept busy as we were waiting for the long-expected air attacks on London. Gradually, however, more and more of the usual routine work of a hospital was resumed, and I found myself as R.M.O. to the private wards — a peculiarly ussless occupation during wartime. Just as I decided that it was a complete waste of time so far as the war was concerned, the Blitz started in earnest. Jerry carried out his attacks nearer and nearer to London, so that one caught a glimpse of damaged build- ings on the outskirts, but it was not until that never-to-be-forgotten night in September, 1940, that he attacked London as if he meant it. I was just completing a period of leave on the first night of his attack, and shall always remember the sight of the bombed homes of East London as I passed through on my way back to the hospital. When 1 reached the hospital I found that the rest of my colleagues looked somewhat pale and drawn, but the only explanation I received was just you wait until to-night. And what a night it turned out to be! Hardly had the warning sounded than one bomb struck one of the Nurses ' Homes and another landed at the front gate of the hospital, smashing all the front windows in doing so. All the patients in the block of which I was in charge were removed to the air raid shelter in the basement, except two who could not be moved, and they were on the second floor. As a result I spent the night touring round from one part of the building to another, one minute breathing a sigh of relief at being in the comparative safety of the shelter and the next summing up courage enough to ascend to the more exposed second floor. The whole night con- sisted of a series of sickening roars as a bomb whistled down, mingled with the deafening crash as it exploded and the resultant rumbling of falling masonry and tinkling of smashed windows. I, for one, did not realise what escapes we had that night until the following morning (possibly more aptly expressed as Came the dawn ) when I wandered out to see the damage. I found that two of the Nurses ' Homes and the Hospital Laundry had re- ceived direct hits — both buildings being within a hundred yards of the block where I had been — and there was a gaping hole in the middle of the road just behind ; pieces of this road we later found on the roof of the private wards, and two fragments had actually broken the skylight on the fifth floor. But I had had a soft job compared with some of the resident staff. They had the job of receiving the casualties, tending to their wounds, operating, and easing the last hours of several badly wounded victims. Of course the onset of the Blitz put paid to the continuing of the private wards, and after five similar hectic nights I was transferred to night duty in the general wards. The amount of activity varied from night to night, and it was probably excusable that it was with a sense of relief that we realised that another part of London had been chosen for the brunt of the attack on a particular night. Certainly the Blitz was no picnic, but throughout it all the spirit and determination of the people was amazing, and has been described on numerous occasions far more adequately than I could ever hope to better. 1 Page Twenty-eight]