GUILDFORD
PHILHARMONIC
ORCHESTRA
GUILDFORD BOROUGH
COUNCIL CONCERTS
1981/82
CIVIC HALL, GUILDFORD
SUNDAY 25 APRIL 1982
at 7.45 p.m.
Guildford
Philharmonic
Orchestra
Musical Director/Conductor:
VERNON HANDLEY
Leader: JOHN LUDLOW
BERNADETTE GREEVY
Contralto
KENNETH WOOLLAM
Tenor
MICHAEL RIPPON
Bass
PHILHARMONIC CHOIR
VERNON HANDLEY
Conductor
This concert is promoted by Guildford Borough Council
with
financial
support
from
the
South
East
Arts
Association.
Guildford
Borough
Council
acknowledges with grateful thanks the help it has
received throughout this season of concerts
from the Red Cross, the Guildford Philharmonic Society and the pupils of the County
School.
BERNADETTE GREEVY
MICHAEL RIPPON
According to many international music critics,
Bernadette Greevy is one of the finest
dramatic mezzo’s singing today. Born in
Dublin, she has travelled extensively through
Europe, Canada, the United States, Middle
East and Far East, singing in both recital and
the great works with orchestra under such distinguished conductors as Sir John Barbirolli,
Sir Charles Groves, Pierre Boulez and Sir
David Willcocks. Recently she made a very
successful concert tour of New Zealand. She
has appeared in many important music
festivals including Bath, Edinburgh and Paris,
and is a regular guest at the Henry Wood
Michael Rippon began his singing career as a
Promenade Concerts. Her recent appearances
have included performances of Mahler’s Third
and Eighth Symphonies, Tippett’s “A Child of
our Time” conducted by the composer in the
United States and Stockholm, Verdi’s Requiem in the Brighton Festival with Alberto
Erede and for Pope John Paul II at the open
air Mass in Dublin.
She has made a number of highly successful
recordings, among them Handel Arias, two
Handel Operas, Brahms’ Songs, Berlioz
“Nuits D’Ete”, Schubert’s A flat Mass and
Bach Arias, and recently recorded Elgar’s
“Sea Pictures” with Vernon Handley.
Choral
Scholar
at
St.
John’s
College,
Cambridge. He makes regular visitsto Europe
and America in opera and concert, and is a
busy recording and broadcasting artist with
many world premieres to his name, in par-
ticular the works of Peter Maxwell Davies.
In 1978 Mr. Rippon made his debut in the
United States for Boston Opera, where he has
since returned for two productions, his success
there led to his debut for the New York City
Opera.
Michael Rippon works regularly with the
BBC, appearing at the Proms and at the Royal
Festival Hall, and in January 1981 he was the
guest soloist with the BBC Symphony
Orchestra under Gennadi Rozhdestvensky on
their tour of Switzerland.
Michael Rippon has performed with Vernon
Handley
and
the
Guildford
Philharmonic
Orchestra on several previous occasions and
recently
sung
the
solo
role
in
Walton’s
“Belshazzar’s Feast” in the Royal Festival
Hall withthe London Philharmonic Orchestra
conducted by Vernon Handley.
PHILHARMONIC CHOIR
KENNETH WOOLLAM
Kenneth Woollam was born in Chester,
where, as a boy, he was a chorister in the
cathedral choir. He won a scholarship to the
Royal College of Music in 1961, and was a
prominent prize winner and soloist. In 1972 he
joined English National Opera, making his
debut as Pierre in Prokofiev’s “War and
Peace”. In this outstanding performance he
was described as ‘a singer of intelligence and
ringing lyrical warmth’. Since that time he has
appeared with that company in many different
roles. In 1981 he made his operatic debut in
France in “The Tales of Hoffman”.
As well as his many operatic performances
Kenneth Woollam has been widely praised for
his concert appearances and broadcasts. He
returned to the 1981 Proms to sing in
Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony.
The Musical Director acknowledges with
thanks the help he has received in training the
choir from Kenneth Lank and accompanists
Linden Knight and Patricia Wood. The Choir
made its first recording in 1973 with the Guildford Philharmonic Orchestra: ‘Intimations of
Immortality” by Gerald Finzi, with Ian
Partridge as soloist, and in 1976 recorded
Hadley’s ‘The Trees So High’ with the Philharmonia Orchestra.
Vernon Handley
Vernon Handley, Principal Conductor/Musical Director of the Guildford Philharmonic Orchestra, was born in Enfield, North
London, and studied at Balliol College, Oxford
and the Guildhall School of Music and
Drama. Vernon Handley has been Musical
Director of the Guildford Philharmonic
Orchestra since 1962 and has developed it into
a fully professional body of major importance
which
is
now
firmly
established
as
“The
Orchestra of the South East” with concerts in
many towns throughout the South East region
from Canterbury to Salisbury. In 1974 the
Composers’ Guild of Great Britain named
Vernon Handley as “Conductor of the Year”
for his services to British music and, now
recognised as one of the major champions of
British music, he is frequently entrusted with
the world premiere of new works. He is very
wrote, “This is the best of me; for the rest, I
ate, and drank, and slept, loved and hated, like
another; my life was as the vapour and is not;
but this I saw and know: this, if anything of
mine, is worth your memory”. It is as well to
remember, in view of some of the more substantial criticisms of the work, that Elgar said
quite clearly that in Gerontius he had in mind
not a Priest or a Saint, but, “a man like us, a
sinner, a repentant one, of course, but still no
end of a worldly man in his life, but now
brought to book. Therefore, I have not filled
his part with church tunes and rubbish, but a
busy in the recording field and has an exten-
good
sive list of recordings in the current catalogue
including works by Dvorak, Tchaikovsky,
Elgar, Tippett, Debussy, Vaughan Williams
and Faure. His recordings of Elgar’s First
Symphony and recently released Second
Symphony with the London Philharmonic
Orchestra have received critical acclaim.
remembered worldliness, so to speak. It is, I
Vernon Handley is now one of Britain’s
busiest conductors. As well as a full season of
concerts with all the major British orchestras,
he is also taking on a number of engagements
with foreign orchestras including the
Stockholm Philharmonic, the NOS Radio
healthy,
In spite of his busy schedule, Vernon Handley
still manages to follow his keen interest in ornithology.
romantic,
imagine, much more difficult to tear oneself
away from a well-to-do world than from a
cloister.”
THE DREAM OF GERONTIUS
|
GERONTIUS
Tenor
Chorus
ASSISTANTS
THE PRIEST
Philharmonic Orchestra, Hilversum and the
Berlin Radio Symphony Orchestra.
full-blooded
Bass
Gerontius
Jesu, Maria — I am near to death
And Thou art calling me; I know it now,
Not by the token of this faltering breath,
This chill at heart, this dampness on my
brow,—
(Jesu, have mercy! Mary, pray for me!)
"Tis this new feeling, never felt before,
(Be with me, Lord, in my extremity!)
THE DREAM OF GERONTIUS
That Iam going, that I am no more.
ELGAR 1857-1934
"Tis this strange innermost abandonment,
There is no doubt that Elgar thought for some
(Lover of souls! great God! I look to Thee,)
This emptying out of each constituent
And natural force, by which I come to be.
Pray for me, O my friends; a visitant
Is knocking his dire summons at my door,
The like of whom, to scare me and to daunt,
Has never, never come to me before;
time about Cardinal Newman’s poem before
actually getting to work on the Oratorio as we
know it, and although he had started setting
the
poem
before
the
Birmingham
Festival
Committee invited him to write a work for
them, it was undoubtedly this approach, made
in 1900, which provided the spur for him to
finish the work. The failure of the first performance due to the newness of the idiom and the
particular circumstances of rehearsals is now
well known, but it was not long before the
work became an enduring success.
Elgar
headed the score “Ad maiorem Dei
gloriam (To the glory of God)” and at the end
So pray for me, my friends, who have not
strength to pray.
Assistants
Kyrie eleison, Christie eleison, Kyrie eleison.
Holy Mary, pray for him.
All holy Angels, pray for him.
Choirs of the righteous, pray for him.
All Apostles, all Evangelists, pray for him,
All holy Disciples of the Lord, pray for him.
All holy Innocents, pray for him.
All holy Martyrs, all holy Confessors,
All holy Hermits, all Holy Virgins,
All ye Saints of God, pray for him.
Gerontius
Rouse thee, my fainting soul, and play the
man;
And through such waning span
Of life and thought as still has to be trod,
Prepare to meet thy God.
And while the storm of that bewilderment
Is for a season spent,
And, ere afresh the ruin on me fall,
Use well the interval.
Assistants
Be merciful, be gracious; spare him, Lord.
Be merciful, be gracious, Lord, deliver him
From Thy frown and Thine ire;
From the sins that are past;
From the perils of dying;
From any complying
With sin, or denying
His God, or relying
On self, at the last;
:
From the nethermost fire;
From all that is evil;
From power of the devil;
Thy servant deliver,
For once and for ever.
By Thy birth, and by Thy Cross,
Rescue him, from endless loss;
By Thy death and burial,
Save him from a final fall;
By Thy rising from the tomb,
By Thy mounting up above,
By the Spirit’s gracious love
Save him in the day of doom.
Gerontius
Sanctus fortis, Sanctus Deus,
De profundis oro te,
Miserere, Judex meus,
Parce mihi, Domine.
Firmly I believe and truly
God is Three, and God is One;
And I next acknowledge duly
Manhood taken by the Son.
And I trust and hope most fully
In that Manhood crucified;
And each thought and deed unruly
Do to death, as He has died.
Simply to His grace and wholly
Light and life and strength belong.
And I love, supremely, solely,
Him the holy, Him the strong.
Sanctus fortis, Sanctus Deus,
De profundis oro te,
Miserere, Judex meus,
Parce mihi,Domine.
And I hold in veneration,
For the love of Him alone,
Holy Church, as His creation,
And her teachings, as His own.
And I take with joy whatever
Now besets me, pain or fear,
And with a strong will I sever
All the ties which bind me here.
Adoration aye be given,
With and through the angelic host,
To the God of earth and heaven,
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
Sanctus, fortis, Sanctus Deus,
De profundis oro te,
Miserere, Judex meus,
Mortis in discrimine.
I can no more; for now it comes again,
That sense of ruin, which is worse than pain,
That masterful negation and collapse
Of all that makes me man.
. . . . And, crueller still,
Afierce and restless fright begins to fill
The mansion of my soul. And, worse and
worse,
Some bodily form of ill
Floats on the wind, with many a loathsome
curse
Tainting the hallowed air, and laughs, and
flaps
Its hideous wings,
And makes me wild with horror and dismay.
O Jesu, help!pray for me, Mary, pray!
Some Angel, Jesu! such as came to Thee
In Thine own agony . . . .
Mary, pray for me. Joseph, pray for me.
Mary, pray for me.
Assistants
Rescue him, O Lord, in this his evil hour,
As of old so many by Thy gracious power.—
Noe from the waters in a saving home;
(Amen.)
II
Job from all his multiform and fell distress;
(Amen.)
SOUL OF GERONTIUS
ANGEL
Moses from the land of bondage and despair;
(Amen.)
Tenor
Mezzo-Soprano
ANGEL OF THE AGONY
AND SOULS
David from Golia and the wrath of Saul;
Chorus
Soul of Gerontius
(Amen.)
I went to sleep, and now I am refreshed.
A strange refreshment: for I feel in me
. . . .—S0, to show Thy power,
An inexpressive lightness, and a sense
Rescue this Thy servant in his evil hour.
Of freedom, as I were at length myself,
And ner’er had been before. How still it is!
Gerontius
Novissima hora est; and I fain would sleep,
The pain has wearied me . . . Into Thy
I hear no more the busy beat of time,
No, nor my fluttering breath, nor struggling
hands,
pulse;
O Lord, into Thy hands . .
Nor does one moment differ from the next.
The Priest and Assistants
Profiscicere, anima Christiana, de hoc mundo!
Go forth upon thy journey, Christian soul!
This silence pours a solitariness
Into the very essence of my soul;
And the deep rest, so soothing and so sweet,
Go from this world! Go, in the Name of God
The Omnipotent Father, Who created thee!
Hath something too of sternness and of pain.
Go, in the Name of Jesus Christ, our Lord,
Son of the living God, Who bled for thee!
Go, in the Name of the Holy Spirit, Who
Hath been poured out on thee! Go, in the
name
Of Angels and Archangels; in the name
Of Thrones and Dominations; in the name
Of Princedoms and of Powers; and in the
name
Another marvel: someone has me fast
Within his ample palm;. . . .
. . . . A uniform
And gentle pressure tells me I am not
Self-moving, but borne forward on my way.
And hark! I hear a singing: yet in sooth
I cannot of that music rightly say
Whether I hear, or touch, or taste the tones.
Oh, what a heart-subduing melody!
of Cherubim and Seraphim, go forth!
Go, in the name of Patriachs and Prophets;
Angel
And of Apostles and Evangelists,
My work is done,
Of Martyrs and Confessors, in the name
Of Holy Monks and Hermits; in the name
My task is o’er,
And so I come,
Of Holy Virgins; and all Saints of God,
Taking it home,
Both men and women, go! Go, on thy course;
And may thy place today be found in peace,
For the crown is won,
Alleluia,
And may thy dwelling be the Holy Mount
For evermore.
Of Sion: —through the Same, through Christ
My Father gave
our Lord.
In charge to me
This child of earth
E’en from its birth,
INTERVAL
To serve and save,
Alleluia,
Guildford Philharmonic Orchestra key rings
will be on
the foyer.
Bass
DEMONS, ANGELICALS,
sale
this
evening
at
75p
in
And saved is he.
This child of clay
To me was given,
To rear and train
By sorrow and pain
In the narrow way,
Alleluia,
From earth to heaven.
Soul
It is a member of that family
Of wondrous beings, who, ere the worlds
were made,
Millions of ages back, have stood around
The throne of God.
I will address him. Mighty one, my Lord,
My Guardian Spirit, all hail!
Angel
All hail! my child,
My child and brother, hail! what wouldest
thou?
Soul
I would have nothing but to speak with thee
For speaking’s sake. I wish to hold with thee
Conscious communion; though I fain would
,
know
A maze of things, were it but meet to ask,
Is first-fruit to thee of thy recompense,
And heaven begun.
Soul
Now that the hour is come, my fear is fled;
And at this balance of my destiny,
Now close upon me, I can forward look
With a serenest joy.
But hark! upon my sense
Comes a fierce hubbub, which would make me
fear
Could I be frighted.
Angel
We are now arrived
Close on the judgement-court; that sullen howl
Is from the demons who assemble there,
Hungry and wild, to claim their property,
And gather souls for hell. Hist to their cry.
And not a curiousness.
Angel
Soul
How sour and how uncouth a dissonance!
You cannot now
Cherish a wish which ought not to be wished.
Soul
Then I will speak. I ever had believed
That on the moment when the struggling soul
Quitted its mortal case, forthwith it fell
Under the awful Presence of its God.
There to be judged and sent to its own place.
What lets me now from going to my Lord?
Angel
Thou art not let; but with extremest speed
Art hurrying to the Just and Holy Judge.
Soul
Dear Angel, say,
Why have I now no fear of meeting Him?
Along my earthly life, the thought of death
And judgement was to me most terrible.
Angel
It is because
Then thou didst fear, that now thou dost not
fear.
Thou hast forestalled the agony, and so
For thee bitterness of death is passed.
Also, because already in thy soul
The judgement is begun.
Angel
A presage falls upon thee, as a ray
Straight from the Judge, expressive of thy lot.
That calm and joy uprising in thy soul
Demons
Low-born clods
Of brute earth,
They aspire
To become gods,
By a new birth,
And an extra grace,
And a score of merits,
As if aught
Could stand in place
Of the high thought,
And the glance of fire
Of the great spirits,
The powers blest,
The lords by right,
The primal owners,
Of the proud dwelling
And realm of light,—
Dispossed,
Aside thrust,
Chucked down,
By the sheer might
Of a despot’s will,
Of a tyrant’s frown,
Who after expelling
Their hosts, gave,
Triumphant still,
And still unjust,
Each forfeit crown
To psalm-droners,
And canting groaners,
To every slave,
And pious cheat,
And crawling knave,
Who licked the dust
Under his feet.
Angel
It is the restless panting of their being;
Like beasts of prey, who, caged within their
bars,
In a deep hideous purring have their life,
And an incessant pacing to and fro.
Demons
The mind bold
And independent,
The purpose free,
So we are told,
Must not think
To have the ascendant,
What’s a saint?
One whose breath
Doth the air taint
Before his death;
A bundle of bones,
Which fools adore,
Ha! ha!
When life is o’er.
Virtue and vice,
A knave’s pretence.
"Tis all the same;
Ha! ha!
Dread of hell-fire,
Of the venomous flame,
A coward’s plea.
Give him his price,
Saint though he be,
Ha! ha!
Fair
Will gladden thee, but it will pierce thee too.
Soul
Thou speakest darkly, Angel! and an awe
Falls on me, and a fear lest I be rash.
Angel
There was a mortal, who is now above
In the mid glory: he, when near to die,
Was given communion with the Crucified, —
Such, that the Master’s very wounds were
stamped
Upon his flesh; and, from the agony
Which thrilled through body and soul in that
embrace,
Learn that the flame of the Everlasting Love
Doth burn ere it transform. . . .
Choir ofAngelicals
Praise to the Holiest in the height,
And in the depth be praise:
Angel
. . . Hark to those sounds!
They come of tender beings angelical,
Least and most childlike of the sons of God.
Choir ofAngelicals
Praise to the Holiest in the height,
And in the depth be praise:
In all His words most wonderful;
Most sure in all His ways!
To us His elder race He gave
To battle and to win,
Without the chastisement of pain,
Without the soil of sin.
The younger son He willed to be
A marvel in His birth:
From shrewd good sense
He’ll slave for hire;
Ha! ha!
Spirit and flesh His parents were;
His home was heaven and earth.
The Eternal blessed His child, and armed,
And does but aspire
To the heaven above
With sordid aim,
And not from love.
And sent Him hence afar,
To serve as champion in the field
Of elemental war.
To be His Viceroy in the world
Of matter, and of sense;
Ha! ha!
Upon the frontier, towards the foe,
Soul
I see not those false spirits; shall I see
My dearest Master, when I reach His throne?
Angel
Yes, — for one moment thou shalt see thy
Lord.
One moment; but thou knowest not, my child,
What thou dost ask: that sight of the Most
A resolute defence.
Angel
We now have passed the gate, and are within
The House of Judgement. . . .
Soul
The sound is like the rushing of the wind —
The summer wind — among the lofty pines.
Angel
Choir ofAngelicals
Glory to Him, Who evermore
It is the voice of friends around thy bed.
By truth and justice reigns;
Who say the “Subvenite”with the priest.
Who tears the soul from out its case,
And burns away its stains!
Angel
They sing of thy approaching agony,
Which thou so eagerly didst question of.
Soul
My soul is in my hand: I have no fear, —
But hark! a grand mysterious harmony:
It floods me, like the deep and solemn sound
Of many waters.
Angel
And now the threshold, as we traverse it,
Utters aloud its glad responsive chant.
Choir ofAngelicals
Praise to the Holiest in the height,
And in the depth be praise:
In all His words most wonderful;
Most sure in all His ways!
O loving wisdom of our God!
When all was sin and shame,
A second Adam to the fight
And to the rescue came.
O wisest love! that flesh and blood
Which did in Adam fail,
Should strive afresh against the foe,
Should strive and should prevail;
And that a higher gift than grace
Should flesh and blood refine,
God’s Presence and His very Self,
And Essence all divine.
O generous love! that He Who smote
In man for man the foe,
The double agony in man
Hither the echoes come; before the Throne
Stands the great Angel of the Agony,
The same who strengthened Him, what time
He knelt
Lone
on
the
garden
Most sure in all His ways!
with
Tormented souls, the dying and the dead.
Angel of the Agony
Jesu! by that shuddering dread which fell on
Thee!
Jesu! by that cold dismay which sickened
Thee;
Jesu! by that pang of heart which thrilled in
Thee;
Jesu! by that mount of sins which crippled
Thee;
Jesu! by that sense of guilt which stifled Thee;
Jesu! by that innocence which girdled Thee;
Jesu! by that sanctity which reigned in Thee;
Jesu! by that Godhead which was one with
Thee;
Jesu! spare these souls which are so dear to
Thee;
Souls, who in prison, calm and patient, wait
for Thee;
Hasten, Lord, their hour, and bid them come
to Thee,
To that glorious Home, where they shall ever
gaze on Thee.
Soul
I go before my Judge. . . .
Voices on Earth
Be merciful, be gracious; spare him, Lord.
Be merciful, be gracious; Lord, deliver him.
Angel
And in the garden secretly,
In all His words most wonderful;
bedewed
That Angel best can plead with Him for all
For man should undergo;
And on the cross on high,
Should teach His brethren and inspire
To suffer and to die.
Praise to the Holiest in the height,
And in the depth be praise:
shade,
blood.
. . . Praise to His Name!
O happy, suffering soul! for it is safe,
Consumed, yet quickened, by the glance of
God.
Soul
Take me away, and in the lowest deep
There let me be,
Angel
Thy judgement now is near, for we are come
And there in hope the lone night-watches keep,
Into the veiléd presence of our God.
There, motionless and happy in my pain,
Soul
I hear the voices that I left on earth.
Told out for me.
Lone, not forlorn, —
There will I sing my sad perpetual strain,
Until the morn,
.
There
will
I
sing,and
soothe
my
stricken
breast,
Which ne’er can cease
To throb, and pine, and languish, till possest
Of its Sole Peace.
There will I sing my absent Lord and Love:—
Take me away,
Friday 30 April at 7.30 p.m.
Congress Theatre, Eastbourne
The Wasps Overture
Vaughan Williams
Symphony No.9 (choral)
Beethoven
That sooner I may rise, and go above,
Kathryn Harries
And see Him in the truth of everlasting
Penelope Walker
day.
Vaughan Williams
Serenade to Music
William Kendall
Henry Herford
Souls in Purgatory
Lord, Thou hast been our refuge; in every
generation;
Before the hills were born, and the world was,
from age to age Thou art God.
Bring us not, Lord, very low: for Thou hast
said, Come back again, ye sons of
Adam.
Come back, O Lord! how long: and be
entreated for Thy servants.
Angel
Softly and gently, dearly-ransomed soul,
In my most loving arms I now enfold thee,
And o’er the penal waters, as they roll,
I poise thee, and I lower thee, and hold thee.
And carefully I dip thee in the lake,
And thou, without a sob or a resistance,
Dost through the flood thy rapid passage take,
Sinking deep, deeper, into the dim distance.
Angels, to whom the willing task is given,
Shall tend, and nurse, and lull thee, as
thou liest;
And Masses on the earth, and prayers in
heaven,
Shall aid thee at the Throne on the Most
Highest.
Farewell, but not for ever! brother dear,
Be brave and patient on thy bed of sorrow;
Swiftly shall pass thy night of trial here,
And I will come and wake thee on the
MOITOW.
Souls
Lord, Theu has been our refuge. Amen.
Choir ofAngelicals
Praise to the Holiest. Amen.
Cardinal Newman
John Walker, Conductor
Guildford Philharmonic Orchestra
GUILDFORD PHILHARMONIC ORCHESTRA
DIRECTOR OF MUSIC/CONDUCTOR: VERNON HANDLEY
First Violins:
Cellos:
Leader: John Ludlow
Bassoons:
Robert Truman
Edmund Reed
John Stilwell
Nicholas Hunka
Christopher Bearman
Pauline Sadgrove
Sheila Beckensall
Christina Macrae
Hywel Davies
John Hursey
Kathleen Hamburger
Darrell Davison
Clive Hobday
Michael Christie
Andrew Laing
Robert Lewcock
Linda McLaren
Peter Newman
Martin Pring
Second Violins:
Nicholas Maxted Jones
Harold Nathan
Marie Louise Amberg
Timothy Callaghan
Ruth Dawson
Marilyn Downes
John Forster
Ruth Knell
Adrienne Sturdy
Ronald Tendler
Howard Walsh
Violas:
John Meek
James Walker
Basses:
Michael Lea
Peter Hodges
Hubert Downes
Michael Fagg
Dugald Lees
Flutes:
Henry Messent
Catharine Hill
Piccolo:
Christopher Nicholls
Oboes:
James Brown
George Caird
Cor Anglais:
Janice Knight
Clarinets:
Hale Hambleton
Anna Meadows
Contra Bassoon:
Concerts Assistant:
David Groves
Nicholas Reader
Horns:
Peter Clack
Dennis Scard
David Clack
George Woodcock
Ronald Harris
Trumpets:
Clifford Haines
Michael Hinton
Edgar Riches
Tenor Trombones:
Alfred Flaszynski
Ian White
Bass Trombone:
Martin Nicholls
Tuba:
David Powell
Timpani:
Roger Blair
Harp:
Victor Slaymark
Helen Tunstall
Jean Burt
Bass Clarinet:
Frederick Campbell
Paul Allen
Percussion:
Jonathan Bose
William Hallett
Concerts Manager:
Kathleen Atkins
John Harries
Paul Clarvis
Julius Bannister
Bill Lockhart
Leonard Lock
Stephen Quigley
The audience may be interested to know that the violin sections are listed in alphabetical
order after the first desk because a system of rotation of desks is adopted in this orchestra
so that all players have the opportunity of playing in all positions in the section.