Rolls of Honour of The Two World Wars
The Rolls of Honour commemorating the school's war dead are on two bronze plaques on either side of the entrance to the Memorial Hall, the portal of which has the word Remember engraved. The Lodge School Old Boys' Association raised funds over several years to have these memorials to their fallen comrades poigniantly installed and consecrated in 1965.
| 1914 - 1918 | 1939 - 1945 |
|---|---|
| A.F.M. Berkeley | P.L.I. Archer DFC |
| A.G. Cameron DSC | G.L.A. Clarke |
| H.T.A. Cox | P.E. Davison |
| A. Edghill MC | A.P.C. Dunlop |
| J.S. Gardiner | P. DeFreitas DSC |
| R. Hancock DSO | A.W. Gooding |
| M.R. Hannam | J.A. Greenidge |
| R.E.L. Hollinsed | J.D. Greenidge |
| W.L. Hutchinson | T.D.L. Johnson |
| F.L. Johnson | R.C. Lynch |
| J. Manning | J.H. Manning |
| C.G. Peterkin | J.C. Manning |
| H.S. Wilson | W.H.B Short DFC |
| J.S. Wilson | J.W.S. Skinner |
| H.V.F. Smith |
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