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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Famous quotes containing the word houses:
“Spooky things happen in houses densely occupied by adolescent boys. When I checked out a four-inch dent in the living room ceiling one afternoon, even the kid still holding the baseball bat looked genuinely baffled about how he possibly could have done it.”
—Mary Kay Blakely (20th century)
“The name of the town isn’t important. It’s the one that’s just twenty-eight minutes from the big city. Twenty-three if you catch the morning express. It’s on a river and it’s got houses and stores and churches. And a main street. Nothing fancy like Broadway or Market, just plain Broadway. Drug, dry good, shoes. Those horrible little chain stores that breed like rabbits.”
—Joseph L. Mankiewicz (1909–1993)
“He hung out of the window a long while looking up and down the street. The world’s second metropolis. In the brick houses and the dingy lamplight and the voices of a group of boys kidding and quarreling on the steps of a house opposite, in the regular firm tread of a policeman, he felt a marching like soldiers, like a sidewheeler going up the Hudson under the Palisades, like an election parade, through long streets towards something tall white full of colonnades and stately. Metropolis.”
—John Dos Passos (1896–1970)