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Highlands Boys, Kes — the wonder years

The death of a King Edwards Secondary School (Kes) pupil brought memories of my childhood flooding back — Highlands North Boys’ High School, 1973-1978

Living in Highlands North, Johannesburg, in the Seventies meant apartheid, isolation and racism, but it also meant no fear of crime, freedom to roam the streets on your bike and girls.

Maybe, because I was a child, things seemed far simpler then. My entire world revolved around school, then soccer and/or rugby at Highlands and Balfour Park. (Playing pinball at Rocket and Zephyr cafés also featured quite prominently, but I digress.)

Lou Tankel was coach at Balfour, feeder team to Highlands Park FC, and many great players would emerge from this time — Richard Gough (captain of Scotland), Gregory Bolus (Kaizer Chiefs), Mich D Avrey (Ipswich), Mickey Osato (best of the lot in my humble opinion — but no major team) and on and on.

The main focus, however, was to be on my high school — Highlands Boys, pronounced “Haaaalands” by its former pupils, had been a bit of a disaster until a tough Irishman by the name of John O’Meare became it’s headmaster in the late Sixties, early Seventies.

This former brother at CBC (Pretoria) had been my father’s teacher and then my principal — a tough-talking, no-nonsense educator, he turned the school around, taking it from about 500 reluctant pupils when he inherited it to roughly 1 300 boys when I left in 1978.

He was a great believer that boys should be educated, participate in sport and maintain discipline at all times. This was achieved, primarily, through corporal punishment, rugby and cadets.

No former pupil would forget the pride and passion of the Highlands rugby teams of those years. Gone were the days when Highlands were some sort of joke on the sporting fields. Our teams competed against the toughest and the best.

Top of our list of priorities was to beat our most hated rivals at Kes.

Highlands, drawn from “the Grove”, Highlands North and surrounds were made up, in the main, of your middle-class income group. Kes, where allegations of player poaching abounded, drew from Houghton and other areas where, as far as we were concerned, the Toffs lived.

In my matric year, our firsts — captained by Chesney Thomas — won every game that season but lost to Kes. In 1979, Charl Gusenhoven’s firsts had an average season but beat Kes at Kes.

I wonder, even now, if the class of 1978 wouldn’t trade our season for Charl’s winning game over the old enemy.

Two other memories will live with me until Alzheimer’s finally sets in.

The first involves one of my classmates, Tyrone Anthony, who I haven’t seen in about 25 years. Tyrone was part of the Lebanese community I grew up with. Later, when I needed articles for law, it was my Uncle George (Gogh) Michaels who was to arrange it through his son-in-law Theo.

But circa 1975, Tyrone, probably the most naturally bright student I ever encountered, was also one of the naughtiest. Despite missing half his classes, he would still somehow land up getting As.

Unfortunately he also landed up in front of the boss (O’Meare) on a regular basis. This meant his father being repeatedly summoned by the headmaster to his office. Ty’s dad was less than pleased by these regular excursions.

On one occasion when O’Meare told young Anthony to “bring yer father ter see me”, Tyrone decided that he could not incur his father’s wrath once again. Instead, he and a number of his mates enticed a hobo to appear before O’Meare, posing as Tyrone’s grandfather.

While it went off smoothly enough, I will never forget how Tyrone, funny at the best of times, described a minor flaw in their plans. While the hobo had been cleaned up to a greater or lesser degree, nobody thought to ask him when was the last time he had eaten a meal.

O’Meare used to keep a large box of Baker’s biscuits for guests and the image of Tyrone’s “grandfather”, demolishing an entire box of those biscuits and swilling down tea while a bemused boss, in that Irish brogue we all knew so well, tried to enlighten him about his grandson’s conduct, will live with me until the day I die.

Of course O’Meare also wanted his boys to learn a bit of culture. He was often on at us at assembly about “casting pearls before swine”.

The second unforgettable memory arose as a result of his decision to try to bring ballet to the boys of one of the most feared schools in Johannesburg. He had invited the Performing Arts Council of the Transvaal (Pact) to put on a performance in our hall during school.

The entire school had crammed into the hall at about nine in the morning — 1 200 boys, happy to be missing class, oblivious to the nature of the offering about to begin.

The stage had these large blue curtains that blocked out everything behind them. The boss came out and told us that “Highlands expected …” and then retreated.

What came next nobody expected — the curtains drew back and showed an empty stage. From the right, one male ballet dancer in tutu, with package, pranced across the stage and exited behind the curtains on the left (1,5 to two seconds tops).

I’m not sure what was meant to follow because we never saw it.

There was a split second of deathly silence — might have been shock — like a cat being thrown into a dog pound for Rottweilers, and then a roar of laughter that I will never forget.

Once started it went on and on and on … and the more we laughed the more we laughed, until it was beyond control. Nobody was trying to be funny or gee us up — we just roared and roared.

What made it hysterical was that we weren’t being prompted, nobody poked their friends and pointed; it was simply a spontaneous outpouring from 1 200 swine who could not believe that the boss had the audacity to cast this pearl before them.

The big blue curtains closed.

The prefects, then the teachers and finally O’Meare could not stop us laughing, try as they might and threaten what they did.

I’m sure that poor ballet dancer is still in therapy even as I type this.

We landed up doing detention for a week and Pact had a world record — closing the curtains after just two seconds.

I’m glad that life was simpler then and that outrageous was sending a hobo in to see your principal or laughing Pact off the stage.

I wouldn’t have it any other way!


  • Mike Trapido is a criminal attorney and publicist having also worked as an editor and journalist. He was born in Johannesburg and attended HA Jack and Highlands North High Schools. He married Robyn in 1984 (Mrs Traps, aka "the government") and has three sons (who all look suspiciously like her ex-boss). He was a counsellor on the JCCI for a year around 1992. His passions include Derby County, Blue Bulls, Orlando Pirates, Proteas and Springboks. He takes Valium in order to cope with Bafana Bafana's results. Practice Michael Trapido Attorney (civil and criminal) 011 022 7332 Facebook


  1. Chutzpah Chutzpah 27 September 2007

    Ah the dreams the dreams. How often I start a sentence “when I was at Highlands….”.

    Just to set you right De Beer was Headmaster till I think 1969 or 1970.

    I quote for you from a learned judge of the Cape High Court
    who was a classmate of mine “And do the pinball machines still deliver a free game – THWOKK – in those seedy cafes opposite Hilson Park? Oh the passing of the years!

    My kids go to Sandringham and the kids of the “Grove Lebs” go there as well (there is no King David for them) and many of them are just like their dads.

    In 1967 and 1968 there was a rugby team which was officially the 4th team, but was called “the rebels”. It was generally populated by “men from the Grove”. Whereas the 1st to 3rd team mostly lost to all the other boy’s schools, the rebels rarely did. I suppose it was the visit to the other sides change room prior to the game and the ensuing pep talk that may have caused a change in out come.

  2. Michael Trapido Michael Trapido Post author | 29 September 2007

    Highlands was an institution.

    The only school more feared than us was John Orr Tech.

    Apparently there’s a reunion coming up.

  3. Peacock Peacock 22 October 2007

    Michael, please: King Edward VII School = KES. I do believe Highlands won at KES in 1977, but I’d have to dig out the KES school mag of that year.

  4. admin admin 22 October 2007

    Thanks Peacock. Now changed.

  5. Michael Trapido Michael Trapido Post author | 22 October 2007

    Peacock not sure – I know we lost in ’78 and won in ’79.

    77? I’m in your hands,

  6. Chutzpah Chutzpah 24 October 2007

    I have a series of pictures from 1964-1968 (if anyone is interested). Does anyone remember that ghastly juice you got after a game and if I remember correctly you got a cup of tea at KES after the game?. I don’t think I have had one since

  7. Neville Stanger Neville Stanger 2 February 2008

    who remembers the Fox in about late 1960s with his little cupboard of canes and that flat leather whacking thing. What an asshole

  8. chutzpah chutzpah 15 February 2008

    I was in the same class as you. Please contact me as regards a reunion. I had lunch with a learned judge recently (from our class) and he mentioned you. Actually van blerk was more of a sadist then Foxy as as for Boshoff , rubbing the back of your legs a pinching you

  9. Barry James Barry James 1 April 2008

    We used to love Jewish holidays because we got to watch movies all day!

  10. joe joe 11 September 2008

    Great times at Highlands, I was there from ’78-84 from Chesney Thomas days, to Charl Gussenhoven and Peter Glanville, KES vs Highlands rivalry was great but the punch ups at the week end parties got out of hand and silly. There are some cool photos of around that period in facebook “Highlands North Biys high school 70’s-80’s” please add photos if you have them.

  11. Chris Chris 21 September 2008

    Highlands was an education all on its own- the Highlands vs Kes wars I will never forget the Grove bus fights, the Dolls House every weekend and the drag racing down L Botha ave. I played for the 1st Rugby team for both Chesney and Charl and the year Highlands beat KES. We had more people at this game than watching the old currie cup match at Ellis Park .The punch ups all part of the education and learning curve sort out the cats from the pigeons. Those certainly were good days. Have all the year books and photo’s and newspaper cuttings of those years, wins, punch ups . Will never forget a teacher telling me I would never amount to anything and will end up in Jail. Oh and yes I was a very frequent visitor to the BOSS’s office perhaps thats why. Anyone know Where all those teachers are today ? Van Blerk, Visk, Hamley, Polly, Reid, Morrison,Mc Cullem, Wessels, anyone have updates on how they doing ?

  12. Michael Trapido Michael Trapido Post author | 21 September 2008

    Chris how was the BOSS? O’Meare!

    “It’s loike casting pearls before swoine! Git yer haircut boy! Why are you here boy?” “Oh really!” “Touch yer toes”.

    Do you remember Deetcliffe Clapshaw, Chesney, Patrick Trietsch….?

    Roffest school in Joburg.

    Only other school with our “pedigree” was John Orr Tech.

  13. Chris Chris 29 September 2008

    Michael, The BOSS used to call me the ” Rebel without a cause ” Cruising in late in the morning with the car trying to free wheel down past the assembly and the BOSS stops the whole assembly waiting for me and the 4 others in the car – busted.
    I remember Deetcliffe, Chesney, Trietsch, Reece Behr and everybody, the best years of my life and would not trade them for any other. I believe it made me a better man/person having been at HNBHS. I remember many of the Leb – Porra Turf wars.

    The Boss was not as tough as he made out but did rule with an iron fist.

  14. Shaun Shaun 24 March 2009

    I found this pretty funny, im not going to lie. My grandfather is lew tankle the man who coached at balfour. He tells me all his stories on how good that soccer team was. And goes on about his son, my uncle Richard Tankle and Richard Gough. Growing up now at this moment is so different compared to back then. I go to King David Linksfield, which is a school that my grandfather was not much fond of back then but unfortunately there is not to many other good schools to attend these days. My generation cant walk the streets like our parents and grandparents used to but we have become used to it as we really do not know what its really like as we cant just simple do it, with the amount of crime that is around these days…its a real petty.

  15. Michael Poverello Michael Poverello 2 September 2009

    Those days teachers had stature. “Batman” O’Meara was a legend. Respect was the order of the day…in fact, it was a darn priviledge to receive a klap from the likes of the “Boss’, “Van Blerk”, “MacCullum”, “Woest”, and “Flippie” the Industrial Arts teacher. Oh, I forget Clive Pfule also had a point to prove – he got his just deserts…crashing his gold Firenza into a tree up 4th avenue one afternoon, infront of the whole school….what a treat!

    For me one of the real characters was a fat afrikaans speaking guy (around 1973/74) (cant remember his name), but O’Meara unleashed him every Friday morning after the assembly (proper) and boy could this guy insite, instill, invoke passion amongst the guys in preparation for the next days rugby. Without much trouble he would stir up such a frenzy. Those days, the captain of the 1st Rugby XV also earned more respect than the headboy. The year I matriculated, it was hard for Flax (the headboy) to maintain composure over the noisy students when big Chesney got up to speak!

    Unfortunately, there were also the teachers that bore a lot of flack from the boys…anyone remember Mr Gerson…he looked like a frog. At assembly, the Porras, Greeks and Ities cresendo’d in frog-like squawks (mocking sounds)….yet O’Meara tended to see the humour in this.

    I could carry on, but there’s others to tell a story.

  16. Tony Arcangeli Tony Arcangeli 3 October 2009

    De Beer was the principal until 1971. John O’Meara came at the beginning of 1972 & changed Highlands around. He was a great principal, tough but fair. He gave the school a sense of pride. He used extra long canes to administer his discipline. I was on the wrong end of that cane too often, but never felt like I did not deserve it…He liked to call me dark angel, mainly because I visited his office frequently.

  17. Russ Kalil Russ Kalil 25 December 2009

    The ‘fat affrikaans speaking guy’ was Firk Ordendaal.. a rugby fanatic… but then you had Rod Smith, his side kick.
    One story was when Rod played in the annual teacher/student hockey match.. mainly becuase his fiance’ was an accomplished player. So at the start, our center forward, a guy name Cooper, skillfully chackered the ball away… she called foul. So they did it again… and again Cooper showed his talent(to her embarrisment). So they set up a third start but this time old Rod took over from his beloved. On the second clash of the sticks, Rod winds up and smackes Cooper on the leg with a drive Gary Player would have been proud of. Cooper goes down… our season in jeapardy… and Rod walks off shouting ‘Cooper deserves it!!’
    Sure enough, that Friday, in front of the heavy blue curtains, Rod meakly apologized to Cooper and the school, all the time looking at OMeara and hoping for another paycheck… he survived.. but only just.
    And then the one about Van Blerk deciding to teach us sex education during RI.. but that’s another story…
    ’69 to ’73

  18. Rod Smith Rod Smith 27 July 2010

    Russ Kallil, How I remember you (if I have the right Kallil). The Gimer’s Gin skit at the concert is something I shall never forget. But I must put the record straight on a few things:
    I was never Frik Odendaal’s side-kick – one or two others, yes, but never Frik’s.
    The hockey fellow was not Cooper. (Cooper was always a gentleman.) And what he did was not skillful; he used the opportunity at the bully-off to whack a lady player’s stick away (a foul)and then play the ball. She did not cry foul – the ump did. When he repeated the exercise, the ump blew it up again. That’s when I stepped in and took the next bully. Correct, I did whack him on his shin. But I did not cry out that he deserved it – I indicated that if he wanted to try those tricks, he should do it when facing a guy not a girl.I don’t remember the apology, but I would have had no problem making one, as I had misbehaved. (My wife still talks of her embarrasment on that day.) But it would not have been with any eye on Mr O’Mara, only with the knowledge that if one is due, one must come.
    Highlands was a great place. I remember so many of the boys and the moments with deep affection. It was Highlands that gave me a love for teaching that lasted over forty years.

  19. Eric Buysse Eric Buysse 5 July 2011

    To Michael Trapido

    I was a student at John Orr in the middle seventies ,we stood united in front of other schools but be the most fearsome of the lots , I don’t know.I learned lots from that school beside the from the books.

  20. ari halpern ari halpern 10 October 2011

    does eny old boy rember me. ari halpern.1979

  21. Garth Kupritz Garth Kupritz 30 December 2011

    Every time I think of Highlands it puts a big smile on my face. I also played on that Balfour team and would like to make contact with them at some time in the future. Please Shaun, if you read this, send my best regards to Lew Tankle. He had a huge influece in my life and Richard was a good friend.

  22. Patrick Trietsch Patrick Trietsch 27 June 2012

    Thanks Mike, you recall it like it was yesterday. I too remember those incidents and often tell that story. I did see Tyrone some time back, he was with Larry Peters,(remember him?)…….those guys are still clasic today…..we all had an unstoppable laugh when that was mentioned….The good old days….

    Haaaalands was a great school with O’meara at the helm. He expelled me a number of times……..only to find me stting outside his office day in and day out, until he told me to go to class. The longest I had to wait for him to re-admit me was a full week…..always reading the setworks to impress him. Thank you Mr O’meara….

    It was in 78 that Highlands beat KES. Steven Burke was the captain of KES and Charl GussenHoven was captain of Highlands. If I reme”mber correctly, Burke was knocked out after the game by one of the supporters, claiming that Burke had showed him the “finger “during the game…….they were rough days!!

    Other great names from Highlands, are the Lupini Brothers( Mario anf Tito……..the other name escapes me),they went on to represent Transvaal and Italy, the Bakos Brothers, . Ex Head of Jo’burg traffic…..,the Speechly’s, the Horowitz twins….and yes the bes tscrumhalf I’ve ever seen….still to this day..Micky Osata.

    We’re Ole Balies now and we treasure those memories.

  23. Brian Segal Brian Segal 14 August 2012

    I think Richard Assad was the Gimers Gin guy in the ’74 Concert – I still laugh about it.

  24. Maish Novick Maish Novick 14 August 2012

    Would like to make contact with Rod Smith.

  25. Mark Botha Mark Botha 21 August 2012

    I was at Highlands 69-73, and we had the first rugby side to beat both Parktown and Jeppe in something like 30 years, players like Manny Garrun, Eric Cohen, Bennet Botes, Brad Farrar, Darryl Owen, Ronnie Webber at wing, Played and beat KES at cricket – Lee Barnard played against us and refused to shake hands afterwards!
    Teachers like Frik Odendaal and Oliver – man, who can forget how he used to catch the std 6 boys with his electric and water tricks in the science lab! Gone are the days, but the memories are strong, so long ago but seem like yesterday!

    Guys, you need to get on facebook, there is a site HNHS 60’s – 70’s. take a walk down memory lane ( shaded by Jacaranda’s…..)

  26. Shane Crafford Shane Crafford 30 August 2012

    You know , that ballet that you discribed Michael, jogged my memory. I remember it and how funny it was but could not remember where it took place in my past. I was also ‘Class of ’79’. I can still see that guy now, how when we started laughing, he could not keep a straight face himself. As I recall, the Boss never had an office, it was : ” Get to my study !” and : ” HEY THAT FELLOW !!”‘ ” … Bunch of yahoos ! ” All in that unmistakable Irish accsent. He was classic and what a sence of humour. As part of the Norwood Mob as he named us, he was always aware of everything going on in his school. Hanging out in the same spot each break made us easy targets for him to bust us: “Go get that her cut Crafford” So we found a new spot next to Miss Parrot’s classroom. I’ ll never forget how after aweek or so , he appeared from around the corner and exclaimed, ” So this is where the Norwood Mob are hiding…” I could go on & on…

  27. JULES JULES 9 October 2012

    Great memories Michael.
    From the class of 68 if only we played school soccer then:
    Martin Cohen
    Maish Novick
    David Steinardt (Stacy)
    Johnny Burgess
    Brian Hogan
    Des Bakos
    Eric Bakos
    Errol Burg
    Robin Kuper
    and lots lots more – Maish, Martin add to the list
    And tennis – Frank and Victor Punchek (Wrong spelling?) who father was once ranked 4th in the world
    The Judge from Cape – is it Lee Bosniak?
    Remember guys like Dale Sykes, Robbie Reay, Justin Maletsky, Fuzzy Shar,Stacey,Bubsie,Bushpig,Major Longstaff, Pictures of Matchstick Men(Gym Instructor).
    Who will ever forget our biology teacher – Miss Kruger – she only lasted 1 term, but will be entrenched in our minds forever

  28. charles bank charles bank 26 December 2012

    Stumbled on this blog/website while in my office in NY City. There was no better school than Highlands in the 70’s. Rod Smith, Mad Mac MacCullum, “Flippie” Botha, Van Blerk – Incredible memories. My crew was Neil Lazarus, Selwyn Eagle, Sava Osato, Jonny Shein who have all gone on to great success all over the world.

  29. giulio poretti giulio poretti 23 January 2013

    Ah RUM TUM TUM .

  30. Stephen Bailey Stephen Bailey 9 March 2013

    Wow, Rod Smith and all the other teachers from 69-74. Fond memories of these people who offered so much and influenced so many aspects of our later lives. I relocated to California in 1985 then Australia so missed out on the reunions and such. Often wondered what happened to all my old mates Altenburger, Whal, Craig and trever smit etc… and of course the teachers Mrs Cornelius ( whatvavgemnshevwas).

  31. Ronnie Kagan Ronnie Kagan 3 May 2013

    I remember the winter training sessions for Water Polo, when we had to tread water for what felt like 30 minutes, although I am sure it was only 10 min, and when we got out of the water, our feet were so cold we couldn’t stand on them.
    I am also reminded of the time a bus caught the pillar as it was driving through the school gates and the FUEL cover got ripped off, and we put it up in the parking spot for Mr Phuel. who was pissed off. He also drove his car into a pole driving up 4th Ave when he turned around to try get his lunch bag out of the back of his car.
    Mr Phuel also used to come see the folks to talk about my marks, (or lack there off) in geography, and my marks would improve if he left with a dozen beers.

  32. Scott Wannenburg Scott Wannenburg 9 May 2013

    Jeez what good memories i have from school-’82-86,we had excellent 1st teams through out my 5yrs and only lost to Jeppe in ’82 and beat KES ’85 and soooo unlucky in ’86 at KES going 15-13 if only Joffe and Osato had there kicking boots on that day we would have cleaned up,Parktown St Johns and the rest all got a a hiding.Van Blerk was still there and took us for R..I and if you left your R.I. book at home you got caned and could he cane,we were led to believe he used to cane for the cops no wonder!!! he looked after the fields,was the only man to ever claim he never had a headache or a cold in his whole life!! Our headmaster was Russel Kitto who was also a no nonsense man and most of us felt the wrath of his cane!! I guess i have to say that in Matric we had Greame Joffe as head boy and probably is one of the best head boys ever produced at Highlands.We had our 25 yr reunion in Oct’12 and what a woderful evening had by all it was a great turn out from the boys,i look forward to the next one!!

  33. Leon Moss Leon Moss 22 August 2013

    I was at Highlands from 1946 to 1950. Thse were the years that the KES wars broke out!

  34. Mike kruger Mike kruger 10 September 2013

    Great highlands memories.
    I was there from 60 to 65 , teachers were jeff woolf( become principal at king david victory park), mrs cornelius, principal kenneth wynn, vice principal ‘foxy’ marais, with the pointy ears ,van blerk, miss kruger, mr.frizell(woodwork).
    As cadets we had an armoury with .22 and lee enfield rifles, shooting practice on thursdays.
    I was at the 30th reunion and i peter kaye eddie hopes to arrange a 50 th reunion in 2015.
    Reunion will probably be in the states As most of us live here now!
    I remember marching down to waverly girls high on the once a year parade and singing
    Old macdonald had a farm as the waverly principal was mrs macdonald.
    All the waverly girls hanging out the windows.
    Saturday morning 1st team rugby games against other provincial schools,we had an average side 64 and 65.
    We had to pay R1-75 quarterly schools fees i always spent the money in the tuck shop,
    Had to take letters home saying school fees were unpaid, threw them away and said my parents did not have the money.
    Groundsman was mr.long, he and his wife run the tuckshop also had a son at the school.
    I remember getting rugby,swimming and cadet colours and then buying the white colours blazer which one wore to sports day.
    Great times, oh to be young!!

  35. Muzza Muzza 21 September 2013

    Great reading. I was there 74 to 77. Prime rugby rivalry years and with my late father an ex KES boy, you can imagine the dinner table discussions at home. Who can forget the time my mate David Crook, a great scrummie, nealry bit off his tounge in a tackle but went on to finish the game. Or when Even Speechley, also a close mate but a star KES wing, tackled Mario Sardoz as he screamed down the side line. He saved the try but broke his neck in the process.Ev also went on to finish the game but ended up in a neck brace for 6 months. As for the teachers… who can forget nutty Mr Oliver. Science was a side show compared to the tea bag slinging accross the room, hitting the wall and landing in the bin perfectly every time. The Boss… amazes me to this day. He knew every Kids name in the school and treated us all with a fairness and equality that many educators could learn from today.

  36. Steve Hill Steve Hill 18 April 2014

    Now living in Ontario, Canada. At Highlands from 1971 to 1975. Amazing reading, wonderful memories.

  37. Paul Epstein Paul Epstein 22 July 2014

    Hi Mike

    Very well written. I was at primary school with your sister Sharon Trapido and in the year at HNBHS with Charles Bank and Steve Hill (above). Your memories have etched an indelible ever-lasting impression that we all can share and reflect on positively.

    HNBHS have a wonderful new headmaster. I visited the school when the world cup soccer was on in RSA and the school hostel master presented me with a blue/white school rugby jumper after a talk I gave to the students.

    The condition of the school and its equipment and assets were all in good condition. While swimming is not as popular the school featured in the top Gauteng leagues for soccer and ofcourse rugby.

    I would like to award a scholarship when I visit the school again this year.

    A Rum Tum Tum …

    Paul Epstein
    Melbourne Australia

  38. bernardJ bernardJ 20 June 2015

    Charles, you having fun there?

  39. david david 12 August 2015

    Oh my word.
    I stumbled across this by accident. What memories!!!
    I was in form 1 in 1979. The ballet story suddenly seems like yesterday. What a riot!

    We mustn’t forget the two Van Blerks. (DeLange and DeKorte for the shirt and tall versions) nor Miss Parrot for Biology. What about Batman as O’Meara was also called due to his academic cloak.
    I remember hearing: Yer a yahoo and then tuch yer toes just before the swish of the cane.

    What an education!

  40. Gavin Jaffe Gavin Jaffe 28 November 2015

    Hi Mike,
    A really well written and thought provoking article.
    There are certain things that as humans we do forget, but I, as many of the class of 1978 will never forget Tyrone Anthony. A true character. We as the class of 1978 believe that 1978 was the finest year. Of course other years will argue. An exceptionally close group of boys who always looked out for each other. We believed that then and still do now.This amazing bunch boys, now in our mid fifties (The Class of Highlands North Boys’ 1978) get together every few weeks at Toninos in Orange Grove for drinks and dinner. A testament to the closeness, love and caring of a bunch boys who have grown into a bunch of amazing men. I am truly proud of Highland North Boys’ high School and exceptionally proud to be one of the Class of 1978.

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