Following on from Interform last week, I would like to share with you the article from the November 1906 edition of the ‘Iris’ magazine. It is describing Sports Day and the various races. I still can’t figure out what a ‘flat’ race is and the ‘spearing a potato race’ sounds scary!
Our Sports were held on June 20th. The day was beautiful, although perhaps a trifle hot.
The visitors were seated on chairs, round the field, striving to be as much in the shade as possible.
The first item on the programme was the Fancy Skipping. This was very pretty and everyone joined in.
Following this was the Spearing Potato Race, for which were offered a first and a second prize. These were won by Ethel Dann and Girlie Foxon respectively.
The children from Form 1 and Preparatory then had a competition all to themselves, namely, Bouncing the Football. The opposite sides were adorned with green and yellow bows.
The yellows, headed by Violet Norwood, came off victoriously.
The next proceeding was the Egg and Spoon Race, which Olive Cooper won, Dora Cross being second.
The Three-Legged Race then took place. Elsie Cotching and Gertrude Allen came in first, with Beatrice Norwood and Ruth Holdstock second.
The Flat Race for girls over thirteen was won by Elsie Cotching, and Olive Cooper took the second prize.
The Junior and Senior Drill was a very interesting and instructive item.
The Backward Flat Race was won by Ethel Dann, and Elsie Bennett came in second.
The last item was a Tug-of-War between the old and present girls. The latter being victorious.
During all these proceedings, many of the visitors were glad to be supplied with tea, which was served on small tables scattered about the part of the grounds not used for the Sports.
The profits from the tea were £1 16s. 3d., which went to the School Games Club.
All then gathered round to see the distribution of the prizes, but owing to some delay they had not arrived. The girls, however, received them at school two or three days afterwards.
Many votes of thanks were given, including one to Mr. Hallows, who, for the second time, had so kindly lent his field.
The snow earlier this Spring wreaked havoc in the building, salt was carried in on everyone’s shoes, leaving a trail of white across all the floors. The premises team were busy all day ensuring that the floors were safe, but until this sort of thing happens, you don’t realise how many people are constantly moving round the building.
I came across a letter by Phyllis Helps, who left the school in 1918, which shows the cleaning routine in the school at that time. I have also left in the part about the teacher’s clothes. As we celebrated our freedoms and opportunities on International Women’s Day, it is worth noting that our female staff were not only restricted politically but physically too.
Any ink marks on the floor had to be rubbed out with glass paper, and supervised by a teacher in the cloakrooms seeing that we changed into plimsolls on arriving and never leaving without our gloves on.
Our headteacher was Miss Hewett, supported by Miss Richardson and Miss Goldwyn, both wearing lace fronts to their blouses with bone supports. And of course gold chains with watches tucked into their waists. Miss Hewett was a little more modern.
MBE for ex– Student
Janice Pettit née Warner student from 1965-1972
Janice a local Girl Guide leader has been recognised in the New Year’s Honour's list with an MBE (Member of the British Empire) for spending for over forty five years volunteering with young people and the local community in the borough.
She also serves as regional chair of the Guides’ awards committee for London which oversees groups in Waltham Forest. Her work with the Girl Guides led her to being offered a role in the 2012 London Olympic Games, as a “Games Maker”. She was one of 70,000 picked from 240,000 applicants and volunteered for the ’Games’ media team.
Congratulations to Janice from all at WSFG.
Earlier this year our oldest alumni Ethel Mattison celebrated her 106th birthday!
Here are her memories of being at Walthamstow High School as it was known in 1923.
I was at Walthamstow High School for one term with Miss Hewett, the first ever Head Mistress, and then with Miss Norris, who was a Classics scholar, and it was she who had the Greek Theatre built. When excavations began, we thought it was going to be a swimming pool, but after the initial disappointment, I for one was delighted.
It was opened by the Ben Greet Company with 'Medea', with Sybil Thorndyke in the title role. Later, when the school put on 'Androcles and the Lion', Miss Brown, the art teacher, made wonderful helmets for the Roman soldiers, from buckrum, painted with metallic paint. Although there were still only 300 pupils since WHS was built in 1912, more facilities were needed in the advancement of education for girls, so during my stay the library and another laboratory were built and construction on the gymnasium had begun.
A group of us were once taken by three staff members to Germany, for a week to Goslar and Hilderheim in the Hartz Mountains, followed by a week on the Rhine visiting Cologne, KCoblenz and getting a wonderful view of the castles. Otherwise, our school trips were confined to England or the Isle of Wight. We were taken on fungus forays in Epping Forest every Autumn and on other field trips by Miss Dennithorne, mostly on Saturdays or for occasional weekends. We also went on visits to factories, notably Ambrosia, Yardley, Bryant and May and The Royal Mint. We even went by overnight train to Richmond in Yorkshire to see a total eclipse of the sun, but it clouded over so we didn't see the corona, but it was an exciting and eerie experience nonetheless. Ethel aged 16
I was very proud of being at WHS. The school instilled a sense of social responsibility in its pupils and, even after all these years, I still find it obnoxious when I see people eating or drinking in the street, or dropping litter.
Ethel Mattison (née Britton)
Here is a poem for some of you dog-lovers out there - I found it in the 1949 edition of the ‘Iris’ magazine. Miss Hooper, as well as teaching, used to run ‘Ranscombe Kennels’ and specialised in breeding Spaniels.
The Dog's Pow Pow.
Within the bounds of County High School,
Walthamstow’s great County High School.
All the "Powers that be" decided
They would have a show for canines.
Have a lovely show for canines.
First and foremost 'mongst the urgers
Was our well beloved Miss Hooper,
Respected and revered Miss Hooper:
Three and sixpence was the wampum.
Was the fee to enter "Rover."
Many came, and many brought
Canine friends, all barking madly.
And the air was filled with barking,
Filled with noises made by spaniels,
Made by labradors and bulldogs;
Some dogs were all brown and furry.
Others black and sleek and shiny;
There was one like strings of licqu'rice
Very like a long black sausage:
There were dogs of every species,
Known to us or known to others.
Suddenly a hush fell on us,
All was quiet but for barking.
Then a voice in tones insistent,
Tones that carried o'er the ether.
Gave a message, clearly, and asking,
All the dogs who in the first class
Were competing, that were present,
"Come into the grassy clearing,
Stand around our luscious green-sward,
First parading all together,
And then, singly, come toward me,
And go through your simple paces."
Every winner proudly marching,
Marching proudly came with owners,
First the best dog of those present,
Then the one in best condition,
After him the most appealing.
Then 'twas time to hurry homeward,
Hurry home through dreary showers,
We’ll remember, we'l1 remember,
And we'll show our cards and murmur,
"These I got at County Dog Show,
Got when barking dogs abounded."
HIAWATHA HIRCHINSON and MINNEHAHA RAND, V.H. Wigwam.
Here is a poem from the 1948 Iris magazine. If you were to look at an aerial photograph, you would see that the oldest part of our building is shaped like the letter E. The author of the poem, poses the question about why this is? My guess is that the letter E, stands for Essex, as when this building was opened in 1912, it was part of Essex County Council, hence the coat of arms above the entrance to the school.
Of course, that is only my guess, there may be a more straightforward answer, so what’s yours?
My school is shaped just like an E,
On this my friend and I agree,
Does anyone know why this should be,
The architect should surely know,
But I think he lived long ago,
Can anyone tell me where to go
To find him?
I'm puzzled still, but then you see,
I'm only in the Lower Three,
Why is our school shaped like an E?
Please tell me.
MARGARET TYSOE, L.III.
On 8th February 1918, women who were householders over the age of 30 (6 million women) got the vote. Here is an article about the campaign that was led by our students who participated in the local campaign, as well as school.
Ms O Kelly
SUFFRAGETTES AT WALTHAMSTOW HIGH SCHOOL, 1912
How sensibly she dealt with what amounted almost to a revolution in Form II. It was the Osborne Bye-election of 1912, Sir John Simon was the Government candidate and the suffragettes came down in force. Simon must be turned out. All except two unhappy Liberals’ in Form II became ardent suffragettes. Christabel Pankhurst was our hero. All over the weekend I sold "Votes for Women" on the Hoe Street corner, and Miss Hewett bought one.
Then on Monday we turned our form room into a suffragette committee room, we hung the colours from the gas-brackets. The pictures were covered over with suffragette slogans.
We barricaded our doors to all of different views. Form VI could not get through to their room. Even staff were barred out, and our two unhappy Liberals slunk miserably about the passages.
We couldn’t break windows in Oxford Street perhaps but we could defend women’s rights against the whole school if necessary. And while the excitement was at its height, Miss Hewett sailed along and we didn't quite like to bar her out. How I longed for her to order us to take down our notices, so that I could bravely refuse to do it. She was much too wise.
Very pleasantly she looked round the room, and complimented us on our zeal.
Then she said, "I like to see my girls taking this keen interest in politics. I hope it is an intelligent interest, and not just rowdy partisanship. Let me give you a few simple questions to see if you know something about parliamentary procedure and how we are governed. Does parliament sit every day?” A petrified silence. What had that to do with votes for women? Then Irene Hitchman saved the situation. “No,” she said firmly. Afterwards we rushed at her. “Shrimp, how did you know?” “Oh, well, I thought it wouldn’t sit on Sundays!”
But our revolution was over. We quietly removed our posters and life returned to normal.
Article from the ‘Iris’ magazine of December 1937 by Leslie M Greene (nee Campbell)
Over the years people have kindly donated works of art, books, furniture and even plants to the school. The Iris magazine of 1928, resolves part of the mystery surrounding two objects which have been used to inspire students during their art lessons.
Many of you who have worked and studied in the school may have pondered why there is a plaque on the wall of F18. Room F18, was formerly an Art Room, and even though the room is now full of computers, the plaque is still on the wall. The bust of Hermes was also in this room but was relocated to our new Art rooms in 2010. Unfortunately, it has recently suffered a fall and is need of repair. Not to worry, because Tana West, our artist-in-residence, is a ceramacist, and is intending to repair it.
" Summer and Winter Echoes crowd upon us: the new paint and the crack dating from the Summer holidays, the crannied recess with picture, carpet and curtain that is now a Sixth Form study, the new arrangement of the Reference Library in sections, murmurs about the loss of books in the past, as well as joyous recognition of the purchase of many delightful new books this term. The Art Room has acquired "Ornament," a wonderful book and a cast of the Hermes of Praxiteles and a tondo of the Virgin and Child by Michelangelo. "
The Iris 1928
For the new Year 7’s the transition to secondary school can sometimes produce quite terrifying results. In the case of the school bell, a widespread panic breaks out at the sound of the school bell and wide-eyed students can be seen hurrying towards various destinations.
In primary school the school bell would be heard in the playground to herald the end of play, or the beginning of the school day.
However, in our school, we have bells for lesson changeovers (beginning and end of), bells for the beginning of the school day and bells for lunchtime. We also have a bell for fire drills, which is a continuous bell. To add to this cacophony of noise, a warning bell is set off before the main bell at registration periods. (Apologies if I have missed any bells). It all adds to the dynamic of the school day which is split up into ‘chunks’ or I should say ‘chimes’ of time!
Here is a piece from the July 1929 Iris describing the introduction of the new electric bell. The new building referred to would have been additions to the ‘house’. I thought you might like to see our original school bell, which is now kept in our new archive.
School life this term has been very hectic - I mean more hectic than usual, if that is possible. The chief feature has been the noise. Apart from the usual musical strains issuing from the Hall (and elsewhere!) there has been the incessant hammering of the workmen in the new building, and worst of all - the new electric bell. It may be thought, and rightly too, that the sound of the bell, foretelling the end of a lesson, is a welcome sound. It is. Quite an audible sigh of relief passes through the School, when the bell is rung. It is such a simple action, too - just pressing a button.
This bell, which is the means of the saving of many lives, has, this term, taken on a peculiarly dynamic ring. If one happens to be in the vicinity of the front hall or on the stairs, when the bell goes, one stops as though under an electric shock - it is a great strain on people with weak hearts. Of course, it has the effect of pricking into action even the most sleepy of consciences. For instance, if a girl is late for a lesson (I am not saying that this ever happens) but if she were hurrying downstairs, trying to look as though she had every right to be there, the sound of the bell would make her start guiltily, and she would break into a run and hurl herself in the nearest class-room, in the hope that it is the right one. This may be one of the reasons for its institution.
Marjorie I. Johnson (Form VI)
Having welcomed visitors from Michigan State University today, I thought it would be appropriate to share Miss Hewett’s writings about her time spent in America.
This article is from the December 1921 edition of the Iris.
Ms Kelly LRC Manager
AMERICA is a country of superlatives. When one is trying to describe the vast expanse of prairie and wheat district, the variety and brilliance of the autumn tints in the woods, or the noise and rush of a great city, ordinary adjectives are quite useless: one finds oneself using the ubiquitous American adjective "wonderful," in spite of one's resolution, to find a more descriptive word.
In every city or district one visits there is one thing at least which exceeds in some way (frequently in size or cost) all other things of the same kind in the whole world: the guides say this and the guide-books corroborate. For instance, one city has more miles of Boulevard and Park drives than any other city in the world; another city possesses “the only building planned and constructed by women"; and another "one of the longest, widest and finest streets in the world": yet another boasts a monument which "is supposed to be the most wonderful piece of masonry in the world" (the Great Pyramid taking second place, perhaps). The list might be extended indefinitely from guide-books, but I will refrain and add two wonderful records personally endured-one is dirtier after twenty-four hours in a train going across the States than at any other time in one's life, and Chicago is certainly the noisiest city one could ever visit, with its overhead and surface street cars, its ear-piercing police-whistles regulating traffic (which the English visitor at first mistakes for a summons to assistance in a life and death struggle), the hooting of a thousand automobiles and the raucous yells of the newspaper boys. In Chicago life certainly shrieks.
Indeed, life and vitality (not always quite so unpleasantly manifested) are splendidly characteristic of America, for she is a young country and has consequently many of youth's best qualities. She has energy and vigour, a determination to set the world right, together with a firm conviction that there is a panacea, and a generous disposition for enthusiastic admiration, even for hero-worship. Her frankness in expressing this admiration and everything else is very different from the Old World's more critical attitude to people and their performances.
Education is of vital importance to America, Everyone is realising it. The papers daily contain articles on the necessity for more High School places: the schools themselves are full to overflowing, and still there is more demand. We share that problem in England. The other problem, that of welding together the mixed nationalities in the great cities, is felt only in a small degree with us. I have been in one school in America where there were thirty-one nationalities, several children entering without knowledge of one single English word.
Building, as in England, is very difficult. To provide more school places, in some towns the double session is used: in others, they have a system called the Work-Study-Play plan, an arrangement by which every class-room, the auditorium (assembly hall) and the playground are all in use the whole time-thus, a school which has school places for six hundred pupils has over a thousand in attendance. This means that no one has a definite place in school or class-room. Here is an uncomfortable example of Individualism yielding to Communism.
The arrangement of the curriculum is different from the English plan. Each
State makes its own regulations and there are consequently minor differences. The High School age is fourteen to eighteen years, though there are some Junior High Schools beginning two years earlier; the schools are free; a pupil may enter and leave at any time (in some States not before sixteen); there are no maintenance grants. But the fundamental difference is that no pupil "carries" more than four major subjects at once. For instance, a First Year's Course may be: English (compulsory during every year), Algebra, French, Domestic Science, and listening to members of the Senate and the House of Representatives carrying on the government of the United States. Now I am in Philadelphia, and in another week I shall be in New York, which with Boston will be the end of my wanderings on this side of the Atlantic.
I expect to be home almost as soon as this article is in print, and then if you have any desire to hear more, your curiosity can be gratified more easily than by the painful process of writing.
America is, as I said, a country of superlatives: I add one more Americans are superlatively kind to a stranger, even kinder than one would have expected. The knowledge that one is English only adds to their readiness to help one and make things easy. I am hoping that several from my host of kind friends in America win be able to visit us in Walthamstow. We would like to give them an English welcome.