This label comes from one of the donations from one of the former staff members. It is for a company that supplied medical and science equipment, most famously skulls and skeletons. They were operating in late 18th century and yes, it was a time when you could just go out and buy yourself a human skeleton neatly packed in a box for your convenience. Crazy, huh?
Have you ever read a poem or a piece of non-fiction and think: ‘hey it’s almost like I can see it’ ? And then realize that thanks to the magic of internet, you actually can.
I was reading a poem by our favourite poet, teacher and rebel- Michael Roberts.
Pale grey. her guns hooded, decks clear of all impediment,
Easily, between the swart tugs, she glides in the pale October sunshine;
It is Saturday afternoon, and the men are at football,
The wharves and the cobbled streets are silent by the slow river
Smoothly, rounding the long bend, she glides to her place in history,
Past the grimed windows cracked and broken,
Past Swan Hunter’s, Hawthorn Leslie’s, Armstrong’s
Down to the North Sea, and trails and her first commission.
Here is grace; and job well done; build only for one end.
Women watch from the narrow doorways and give no sign,
Children stop playing by the wall and stare in silence
At gulls wheeling above the Tyne, or the ship passing.
And there she is, HMS Hero herself:
Can’t you just imagine her, passing a coastal town, still so new and unscarred by the battles? I can.
We finally have our digitization set up! Soon we will be able to digitize not only document, books and such but also transfer DVD and VHS to files. We’re certainly moving up:-)
The best stories in the archives, in my opinion, are the stories of the old days of the school(s). And the best of those again are the stories you come up while looking for something completely different. During one of ‘manhunts’ i.e looking for a past student of ours, I came across this memory from the very early days in St Mark’s Magazine(1894). The article was titled ‘Odd Moments 66-7’. One of those ‘moments’ goes like this:
‘The Vice-Principal in those days dear Freddy, objected to a bon-fire on Guy Faux(sic) Day- the Dad didn’t. Roughs came in from Fulham Road, kicked the fire about, and did other damage. Not content with that, they came in every night for a wee after and were objectionable. The First Room, baing select and god-like, wouldn’t do anything, the Green Room said ‘’shut the door’’, and were empathetic, while the Math was in those early days Radical and encouraged the people to kick up any row they like.’
It ended with the ‘Patriotic Second Room’ waiting in ambush for the roughs with ‘Two fencing sticks, an Indian club or two and other weapons.’
Well, let nobody tell you that today’s students are rowdy while the students of the past would be involved into all sorts of trouble, and very nearly started a gang war.