A Year of Woodwork
(1959-60)

(The Handicraft and Art Departments are called upon to assist with many School activities. We print the following verses instead of a report of the year's work in Handicraft: perhaps the title should be "Boy's Eye View".)

The day of the play was drawing near,
And something was very wrong, I fear.
No props or scenery to be found,
Although they've looked for miles around.

So to the Woodwork Room they came
By now it was the last resort
And masters' whip began to crack
With such a very loud report.

The Woodwork slaves were in a flurry.
The job to finish in a hurry.
The play came on in time, be sure,
With every prop and flat and door.

The fame of our Woodwork slaves soon spread,
Although by now they were almost dead,
Staying in till five most nights
Helping masters out of plights.

The shop looked bare after the play,
But still the slaves late had to stay,
To make with painful skinless hands
A pair of oaken reading stands.

The cricket season being due,
We had to make some scoreboards too,
Then practice bats and such-and-such
With ' Next week, please, it isn't much."

With greying hair and sunken eyes,
Then mallets, chisels and marking knives,
We made a bookcase for the Sixth
With many, many joints to fix.

And then Librarians came to ask
If we could try a mammoth task.
Please excuse me now, I've got to go.
Just another job to do, you know!