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the system. Two of them stood    afternoon wandering around the   Bennett and Malcolm Treadgold,                       fast bowler Charlie Griffith.    and life.                        eye my little group of friends (Bill
                  by me on an occasion when I      Zoo.  I don’t know why we did    both of whom later became                            Like Griffith, Macca didn’t throw   Over the succeeding forty plus   Gibbs, Hamish Cuming, Dick
                  was threatened, more or less in   this, but I remember that it was   university professors). There                     all the time, only about one ball   years I had only once or twice   Kelsall, Angus Davidson, Dick Bird
                  passing, by the school bully. These   peaceful and interesting at the   was also a judge, a Lord Mayor                 in ten, but that one was 25%     been back to Hale School,        and company) eating our lunches
                  were lessons in the school of life,   Zoo in contrast to the emotional   (Peter Nattrass), a doctor, two               faster than the others, and caused   which to me is still the cluster of   on the grass by the chemistry lab,
                  as compared to the school of     impact of the ceremonies earlier   dentists, a hydrogeologist, a                      significant damage to opposition   elegant colonial brick building on   and in the background Bill Altorfer
                  academia which the dayboys only   in the day.                     forester (me), three pharmacists,                    batsmen.                         Havelock Street, now the State   striding down from the boarding
                  knew.                                                             three accountants, a stockbroker,                                                     Convention Centre. It is greatly   house on the curving brick path,
                                                   Speech Night, which incorporates   a priest, a funeral director,                      My schooldays eventually came    changed, and seems to me to be   his gown billowing in the breeze,
                  There were three big ticket items   prize-giving, was by unanimous   an architect, a renowned                          to a resounding climax. Firstly   extraordinarily smaller now than it   his horn-rim spectacles flashing
                  on the Hale School calendar each   vote of all students (with the   commercial artist, a wine-maker                    there as the Leaving Exam, a     as then, especially the classrooms.   to left and right and the buttons
                  year: Anzac Day, Old Boys’ Day   possible single exception of     and restauranteur and a number                       traumatic experience, but in the   Nevertheless, the place has a   on his reefer jacket glinting in the
                  and Speech Night. These were     the Dux of the School), the      businessmen, farmers and                             end a minor triumph. We had      palpable atmosphere. Without     sun.
                  the occasions on which parents   most boring night of the year.   pastoralist. As far as I know, none                  been well prepared, I had worked   too much trouble I can faintly
                  came to the school, mingled      The entire student body plus     of us went to gaol, although there                   hard and got through. There      hear the chatter of schoolboys   And when I remember these
                  with staff, met one’s friends, and   parents would turn up, and   was one who probably should                          was also the end-of-year School   lining up for morning assembly   things I cannot escape a feeling
                  generally provided an alternative   we would be subjected to      have. This is impressive, but not                    Dance, an old fashioned ball, at   or the bellow of Under Officer   of gentle nostalgia for good days
                  adult input to school affairs. Anzac   lengthy speeches from Spud   as impressive as the class of                      which I managed to avoid making   Binks on the parade ground on   long gone. Maybe they were not
                  Day was particularly poignant.   Murphy, a clerical bigwig from   which my brother was a member.                       a fool of myself on the dance    Army Cadets day. In the old hall,   the best days of my life, but they
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                  The mid-1950s were not so long   the Church of England (on one    His fellow-Haleians included a                       floor. Finally I had the immense   I hear an echo of three hundred   were good enough.’
                  after the end of the war and many   occasion a gaiters-wear Bishop),   State Premier (Peter Dowding)                   good fortune of being awarded a   voices singing as one in the great,
                  of my schoolmates had fathers    the Chairman of the Board of     and Opposition Leader (Bill                          scholarship to go on to University;   crashing emphasis on the most
                  who had been away fighting.      Governors, the President of the   Hassell) and the famous author                      this was a watershed, across which   popular line of our most popular
                  Also, many former Haleians had   Old Boys Association, the School   Robert Drewe. My brother himself                   I made the transition not just to   morning hymn… ‘with great ador
                  served and died in both wars, a   Captain and, for all I remember,   became a doctor and later a                       adulthood, but a whole new world   – ATCHION’. Or I see in my mind’s   14  Roger Underwood (2003), The Tree Climber, the
                  reminder of which we had each    ‘Old Phenyle’ as well. It went on   professor of medicine at the                                                                                   education of a forester, York Gum Publishing, pp 22-47
                  morning as we filed into assembly   for hours into the night. I was   university. In addition to all this, in          Havelock Street, circa 1955
                  past the plaques commemorating   never a prizewinner, not in the   the class which fell between mine
                  those who had fallen. We always   academic field anyway, so my    and Peter’s was Hendy Cowan,
                  had a special assembly on Anzac   appearances on Speech Night     later to lead the National Party
                  Day, and the whole school would   would be confined to something   and become Deputy Premier.
                  fall silent for one minute and a   like a quick whip up to the stage   Among them was the champion
                  bugler would play The Last Post.   as a winner of the Open High   footballer Ron ‘Macca’ McBride.
                  Then there would be prayers and   Jump. My brother, on the other
                  a hymn (usually The Recessional)   hand, was a brilliant student and   Macca played in a premiership
                  and one of the Old Boys who      was Dux of the School in his final   team with West Perth, the year
                  had been in the war would speak   year. Regrettably I missed that   after he left school. This was well
                  briefly about his mates. I always   Speech Night, being down at   before the advent of the Eagles
                  found all this very moving, and   Pemberton at the time engaged   and Dockers, in the days when
                  would have trouble keeping a dry   in fighting a bushfire, but all   the WAFL was as significant
                  eye. Afterwards we were awarded   through the days our schooling   competition. I played with Ron in
                  a ‘Half Holiday’, which mean that   overlapped I can re-call him shyly   the school First Eighteen football
                  we could leave school and do     mounting the dais every speech   team for two years and he was the
                  our own thing for the afternoon.   night to be rewarded for winning   fastest and most ferocious young
                  For some reason, a group of      one academic prize after another.   man I ever saw on a football field.
                  friends and I fell into a routine                                 He was also a screamingly fast
                  of walking down to the Barrack   I never thought of us as being a   opening bowler for the school’s
                  Street jetty after the Anzac Day   very special mob, but my Hale   First Eleven cricket team, in the
                  ceremony, taking a ferry across   School class uniquely produced   mould of the feared West Indies
                  to South Perth and spending the   two Rhodes Scholars (Bruce
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