Saltus Grammar School - Yearbook (Hamilton, Bermuda)

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fiUNSLINGER , . . , , , SALTUS ON STAGE: by Richard Crane Principal actors in ' Gunslinger. L. to R. Jay Soares, Brian Finnert: ;, Dannielle Bezant, ' Than ' Butterfield, Michael Nisbett. Cast List Colonel Conquest Bfichael Nisbett John Milton Speed J. J. Soares Angel Kid McGrew Brian Finnerty Chief Blackmoon Sean Pedro BeUe Tenderloin Dannielle Bezant Longhom Hank Duncan Tavares Buddy Bullpuncher Nigel Parsons Dungaree Lil Cheryl Hayward Huckleberry Smith ' Than ' Butterfield WUd WiU 50 Fingers David Judah Little Thunder Colin Godwin Dr. Hardimann Crabbe Ian Maule Liberty Lou Tina Wittich Samuel Colt Paul Fox Mr. Wells of Wells Fargo Steven Shepperd Momma Speed Lisa Gibbons Billy Speed Kirk Marcoe Belinda Speed Cheryl Hayward Preacher Stephen Davidson Rancher John Williams Banker John Muldering Tart Dannielle Bezant Woman Lisa Gibbons Ladies of the No-Name Saloon: Townswomen: Townsfolk: Alison Capstick Tina Wittich Alistair McPhee Gregory Lovell George Jones Richard Hammond Tim McKittrick Uam McKittrick Cathy MacKenzie Tammy Rogers Indians: Daniel Stovell Rajan Tolaram Scott Leman Russell Dey Christopher Bickley Patrick DiU Andrew McPhee David Kaardal Grape KnoU May 11th, 1981 Well, they did it again! As usual, Mr. Kermode and his merry band provided us with a highly enjoyable production. Following on from last year ' s successful Government Inspector , the school turned its attention to the Wild West, with Richard Crane ' s semi-serious play Gunslinger. Like the rest of the audience, I was delighted with the opening night perfor- mance: it was a colourful production, fastpaced and lively, while both the acting and singing were very good. The overall effect was impressive, and that standard, I am told, was maintained throughout the other performances. Congratulations are due to all who took part. In addition to those on stage, thanks go to Mr. Durrant ' s stage crew, to Mr. Duncan ' s choir and musicians, to those responsible for the lighting and seating arrangements, and to those who lent props. I cannot resist singling out a few members of the cast for special mention: the vivacious Michael Nisbett, quick shooting J. J. Soares, the statuesque Tina Wittich, and, of course, the delect- able Dannielle Bezant. As usual, it was good to have our lovely friends from B.H.S. with us. Special thanks and congratulations are due to Mr. Kermode, who made the play the huge success it undoubtedly was. (Good on yer, Nigel!) Only one point remains: what ' s on the menu for next year? J. Evans S.Y. Jay Soares as John Milton Speed.

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Mr. C. PALMER, B.A. (Hons.) (Cantab;, Mr. A. PETTIT, M.A. (Dublin) Mr. D. ROBERTS, B.Sc. (Hons.) (Birmingham) Mr. A. ROSKILLY. B.Sc. (Hons. ) (London) Saltus bids farewell to four staff members in the Senior School this year: Messrs. Gardner, Roskilly, Roberts and Filipinni. Mr. Roskilly and Mr. Gardner leave us to enter full-time study: Mr. Roberts returns to the United Kingdom and will be teaching in Oxfordshire. We shall miss them all, I am sure, and we wish them every success for the future. FAREWELLS . . . AND WELCOMES . . . Mr. C. WILLIAMS Mr. IAN DRUMMOND, A.R.C.M., F.T.C.M. Mr. DAVID ROSS, B.Sc. (Hons.) Mr. DAFYDD HERMANN-SMITH. B.Sc. (Hons.) The following gentlemen join the Senior School staff this year. Mr. Ian Drummond — Music, Mr. Dafydd Hermann-Smith — Economics Geography. Mr. Alistair Paterson — French, Mr. Frederick Reddyhoff — Mathematics, and Mr. David Ross — Physics. Mr. Drummond is an Associate of the Royal College of Music and a Fellow of Trinity College of Music. He has played Saxophone with the Scottish National Orchestra and Clarinet and Saxophone with the B.B.C. Scottish Symphony Orchestra. Mr. Hermann-Smith B.Sc. Hons. (Economics) P.G.C.E. (Economics with Geography) comes to us from Bishop Vaughan School. He is a senior coach with the Welsh Hockey Association and was manager and coach of South Wales schoolboy Hockey XI. Mr. Paterson (M.S. ) has been teaching at St. Andrews, Nassau. He is a keen table tennis and soccer player and is also a Duke of Edinburgh Gold Medalist; he will take over the scheme in Saltus. Mr. Reddyhoff (B.Sc. Mathematics and Physics) joins us from the Royal Air Force in which he has been working as a Mathematics and Control specialist in the Department of Air warfare at Cranwell. Mr. Ross (B.Sc. ) has taught for the last three years at Woodhouse Grove, an independent school. He is a Yorkshire county Tennis Player and has coaching certificates in Tennis and Soccer. We wish them every good fortune in their careers at Saltus. Mr. FREDERICK REDDYHOFF. B.Sc. Mr. ALISTAIR PATERSON. M.A

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. IN WORDS AND PICTURES Night Flight ' Surrealist PortraU by LISA QUINN, Senior Year. POEMS Crabs The plated army marched sideways Pinchers as sharp as their clawing wits Ready for the kill. George Jones SIB Haiicu Poems The strong wind hits the struggling ant, and steals its crumb like a thief. Bruce Lattyaii SIB Haiku Horrible white kernels slobbered onto my plate with their ancient Chinese look. Liam McKittrick S3H Storm The thundering hurricane cripples, Like a spasm in the back. But the aftermath is calm. Gareth Cooper S3H I ' m riding down Kingsley just killing time. I sit at the light until it changes to green and off I scream into the night. Thie circuits are lined and jammed with chrome invaders. 1 turn up the radio so I don ' t have to think, but the music can ' t hide the sound of the whole damn city crying. I take her to the floor looking for a moment that seems right, and I try once again to escape the stealing, the cheating, and the lying. But not tonight, for it ' s a love in chains and we ' ll never get out now. For in Newark nothing is forgotten or forgiven. It ' ll always remain the same; you know it ' s never over; it ' s relent- less as the rain. The lonely riders huddle against the boarded up, broken down seven-eleven store and pass a fouJ smelling bottle back and forth and try to hide from day. Hide in their drunken dreams, and somehow survive till the night. In the day they sweat it out on the streets of a runaway American dream, and ride through mansions of glory on suicide machines. But it ' s all lies. They ' re strung out on the wire, and the dogs of main street howl ' cause they understand. All these men are really just kids trying to breathe the fire they were bom in: all just boys trying in vain to be men. At four in the morning the metal dragons awaken and spit serpents of smoke from their black lips. This foul smoke is forever hanging above the city making your eyes water. It chokes all life except those bom in this mad jungle. The factory whistles cry at six sharp. Men walk through the gates with death in their eyes. The factories take their hearing, the factories give them life. Your eyes go blind and your blood runs cold, till you just give up living and start dying little by little. But some guys get home from work and wash up. then go racing in the street. They ride sad and free until cill they can see is the night. It ' s a city from the dark heart of a dream: it ' s a place where a knife speaks and truth means little. People ride by the city and look at it without seeing. They roll up their windows against the decadent smell and drive on. To them it ' s just another dirty city, but they don ' t live there. To the inhabitants it ' s a nightmare where lives are on the line and dreams are found and lost. They ' re all just prisoners of their dreams, running burned and blind chasing something in the night, running on them backstreets until the end. Greg Scaff S4K Landscape after Frazeua by GREG SCAFF 4K