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WENTWORTH HOUSE
House Mistress : Mrs. Lacey.
House Master : Mr. Christensen.
House Captains : Glenice Martin, Russel Bielenberg.
This year Wentworth has been unable to win a major sporting cup,
owing, not to the weakness of its own members, but to the very unusual
strength of the other Houses.
At the swimming carnival, the first major event of the year, we
came a very close second to Lilley. Even though the Intermediate
members of our House won their carnival, we could not quite win the
cup, finishing three points behind Lilley. G. Martin was 16 and over
champion at the High School carnival.
We were very unsuccessful in football, going down to vastly superior
teams in both “A” and “B” grades.
The next major event of the year was the Athletics Carnival at
which we lost our cup to a very deserving Griffith House. We were by
no means disgraced, as we gained four of the six champions ; Girls’
senior champion, M. Lee, and junior champion, L. Hillier; boys’ senior
champion, G. Cumming, and junior champion, G. Pearson. We gained
the first three places in both the mile and the 880, keeping up the very
high standard of distance running in our House.
For the third year in succession, Ralph Railings won the cross
country run, again creating a new record.
G. Martin captained the girls’ life-saving team to a close fourth in
the McWhirter Cup competition.
Lilley won an exciting final cricket match to take the cricket cup
from us by one point.
The Inter-House tennis competitions are yet to be held, but we have
good teams, and expect to do well in them.
We offer our thanks to all teachers who assisted us at sporting
events, and the House Captains would like to thank the members of
Form VI. for their very good help, and all members of the House for
their co-operation throughout the year.

Silence
Quietude of slow up-drifting mist;
The rushing quiet of the mounting clouds;
Silence of a million mates of light—
Fiery off-shoots of a master mind.
Light slants from waxy leaves,
As light off-gleaming on molten rippling water.
The dazzling bow wave cleaves, and heaves
A runnel of smooth silver on the sea.
Dies a bird-song esctasy;
O’erwhelming silence thunders in.
In the stilling of the heart
The last note rings and rings.
D. YOUNG, Form 6.