Houses
Games and social activities were originally organised on a House system, with boys being allocated a house on entering the school and thereafter being guided by a housemaster. It was the House masters job to get to know their individual house members and there were often house meetings after morning assembly. Inter-house sporting fixtures were another feature of school life, together with house outings and social activities. The house system at Tulse Hill was eventually replaced by pastoral group units.
The eight school houses were named after eminent men who had associations with the borough of Lambeth.
Each house had its own colours:
| House | Founded | Colours | Named After | ||
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Blake | 1956 | Light Blue | William Blake | ||
| Brunel | 1956 | Pink | Isambard Kingdom Brunel Engineer | ||
| Dickens | 1956 | Green | Charles Dickens | ||
| Faraday | 1956 | Black until about 1959, then Dark Blue | Michael Faraday | ||
| Temple | 1956 | Yellow | William Temple, Archbishop of Canterbury | ||
| Turner | 1956 | Maroon | Joseph Mallord William Turner, Landscape Artist | ||
| Webb | 1956 | Grey | Sidney Webb and Beatrice Webb | ||
| Wren | 1956 | Brown (56-79) | Christopher Wren | ||
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