1939 Silver and Green by Alumnae and Archives

SILVER AND G December, 1939

Salvete At Assembly on Tuesday, 6th June, we had much pleasure in welcoming Rev. A. H. Wood, M.A., B.D., Dip.Ed., as our new Principal, to succeed Rev. J. W. Grove, who for ten years held this honourable position. Mr. Wood was inducted to his office by the President of the Conference, and several members of College Advisory Committee were present for the occasion. We extend to Rev. and Mrs. Wood our very best wishes for the future, and hope that, with God's blessing, their term here may be both long and prosperous. —Loloma Green, Senior Prefect, 1939.

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EDITORIAL "Build thee more stately mansions, 0 my soul, As the swift seasons roll!" —Oliver Wendell Holmes. This year we who have been privileged to watch have seen a splendid new School rise out of the seeming chaos which surrounded us during the first two terms. Before we could have our new buildings all the old, outworn structures, products of days when many ideas and modes of thought were different from our own, had to be ruthlessly destroyed. While we are at School we, too, are building citadels for ourselves, from the fabric of the ideals which we hold and the beliefs by which we live. When we pass out into the great world, however, we shall find our vision broadening and our ideals becoming more mature. We shall see those fortresses in which we thought ourselves impregnable crumbling. Like Oliver Wendell Holmes's "Chambered Nautilus," we must erect finer and more imposing structures, and "know the old no more." So we shall press on, adapting, rebuilding, discarding that which is unsuitable and outgrown, continuing the process throughout our lives. It will never be complete, for there will always be new horizons and expanding visions for those who seek them.

And in our present world, torn and devastated by the horrors of war, we need, as perhaps never before, the power which we can find in our citadels of ideals and visions. For, unless we are unassailable in our belief in the principles for which we are fighting, the driving force of our cause will be gone, and we shall lack the moral strength to build up the brave new world that should come with the coming of peace.

A Prayer for Peace. O Lord, we pray that in our time The world may live in peace; That dreadful war which brings such pain Throughout the world may cease. At this time we pray the most For Polish girls and boys. We love the German children, too; 0, change their tears for joys. God bless the little children In countries far away, May they live in peace and joy With lots of time for play. —Elizabeth Hooke, Form IV.a, Krome.

SILVER AND GREEN SCHOOL OFFICERS.

Senior Prefect and Senior House Prefect— Loloma Green. Full Prefects—Le Barnett, Sheila Daley, Julie Dale, Jean Fowler, Bonnie Mason, Muriel Masters, Bonnay Raymont (Term I.), Heather Rentoul, Isobel Silvers (Term I.), Betty Snowball, Phyllis Staurenghi, Audrey Walklate, Rosemary Williams. Associate Prefects—I-leather Bremer, Petera Campbell, Ruth Came, Isobel Chenoweth, Marie Chenoweth, Joan Day, Joan Eggleston, Corris Hooper, Elma Manfield, Alene Paul, Kathleen Stringer, Jean Twyford, Gwenda Wilson, Marjorie Wragg. House Prefects—Ruth Came, Bonnie Mason, Muriel Masters, Kathleen Stringer. House Captains—Senior: Julie Day (Berry), Isobel Silvers (Term L), Sheila Daley (Terms II. and III.) (Cato); Le Barnett (Fitchett), Bonnie Mason (Krome). Middle: Rae Greenwood (Berry), Margaret Lyons (Cato), Dorothy Lord (Fitchett), Robert& Gilchrist (Krome). Junior: Pat Crone (Berry), Valerie Rowe (Cato), Diane Duke (Term I.), Lois Murray (Terms II. and III.) (Fitchett), Denise Clarke (Krome). House Sports Captains—Senior: Gladys Beasley (Berry), Robbie Walker (Cato), Dulcie Williams (Fitchett), Rosemary Whittaker Middle' Betty McLean (Berry), (Krome). Margaret Rayner (Cato), Marjorie Hislop (Fitchett), Betty Rayner (Krome). Junior: BeVy Matthews (Berry), Audrey Fleming (Cato), Dawn Punton (Fitchett), Patsy Smith (Krotne). Sports Committee: Dr. Wade (President), Miss Blaxland, Miss J. Maxland (Terms I. and IL), Miss Vollugi, Miss Perkins, Miss Kellaway, Le Barnett, Loloma Green, Rosemary Williams, Robbie Walker, Dulcie Whittaker, Daphne Johnson, Joan Eggleston, Gladys Beasley. Sports Captains—Le Barnett (baseball), Ruth Came (hockey), Margot Jackson (basket-ball), (running), Le Barnett Daphne Johnson (tennis). Bremer Committee—Heather Magazine (Editress), Petera Campbell (Sub-Editress), Kathleen Stringer, Leslie Leask, Barbara Taylor, Nance McKenzie, Ailsa Thomson.

Walking Club—Miss Parker (President), Miss Hill (Vice-President), Le Barnett (Secretary), Sheila Daley (Treasurer), Julie Day, Elma Manfield, Rosemary Williams. Bible Study Committee—Miss Betts, Miss Horsman, Miss Williams, Rosemary Williams, Heather Rentoul, Inez Benson, Gwenda Margaret Bickford, Lorna Siddons. Library Committee—Miss Christensen, Bonnay Raymont (Term I.), Enid Hocking (Terms II. and III.) (Librarian), P. Campbell. Red Cross Society—Dr. Wade (President), Miss Luke (Treasurer), Muriel Masters (Secretary), Zoe Proud, Yvonne Paddock, June Murray, Roses Meredith, Pat Crone; Margot Simmons. L.N.U. Committee—Miss Lindsay (President), Bonnay Raymont (Term L) (Vice-president), Audrey • Walklate (Secretary), Alene Paul (Treasurer), Barbara Taylor (Publicity Officer), Lorna Grierson (Librarian). , Debating Society Committee—Miss Christensen (President), Muriel Masters (Vice-President), Inez Benson (Secretary), R. Walker, J. Eggleston, Z. Proud, J. Parkinson.

FORM OFFICERS. Form Captains—Hon. VI.: Lolorna. Green. Pass VI.a: Petera Campbell. Pass VLb: Rosemary Williams. Dip. A: Marjorie Wragg. Dip. B: Phyllis McMurray. Dip.C: Elma Manfield. V.a: Lynette Firth. V.b: Robbie Walker. V.c: Margaret Tully. V.d: June Nisbet. V.e: Vera Ram Samuj. L.V.a: Rae Greenwood. XX.: Betty McCaghern. L.V.b: Jean Hancock. XX.a: Peggy Gale. IV.a: Marie. Beard. R.a: Betty Le Pine. Ex.IV.: Betty Skipper. /V.b: Frances Summons. R.b: Betty Chapman. IV.c: Heather Hopper. IV.d: Estelle Nicholls. Junior School: Moira Gascard. Sports Captains—Hon. VI.: Le Barnett. Pass VI.a: Dulcie Whittaker. Pass VI.b: Ma-got Jackson. Dip A: Isabel Silvers (Term I.), Margory Graham (Terms II. and III.). Dip. B: Gladys Beasley. Dip.C: Joyce Ray. V.a: Betty McConchie. V.b: Doreen Lancaster. V.c: Margaret Hutchins. VI.d: Lorna Punton. V.e: Joan Howie. L.V.a: Pat Reynolds. XX.: Phyllis Carter. L.V.b: Margaret Rayner. XX.a: Marjorie Hislop. IV.a: Betty Rayner. R.a: Dorothy Purvis. Ex.IV.: Betty McLean (Term I.), Joyce

SILVER AND GREEN Smith (Terms II. and III.). IV.b: Dawn Punton. R.b: Patsy Smith. IV.c: Mavis Lenne. IV.d: Jill Stuchbery. Red Cross Captains—Hon. VI.: Muriel Masters. Pass VI. a: Zoe Proud. Pass VI.b: Mary Hopper. Dip. A: Barbara Marfleet (Terms I. and II.) Yvonne Paddock (Term III.). Dip. B: Thelma Studley. Dip. C: Wilma Potts (Terms I. and II.), Gwen Cook (Term III.). V.a: Elma Walters. V.b: Elaine Gass. V.c: June Murray. V.d: Mary Brown. V.e: Jessie Johnston (Term I.), Audree Storey (Terms II. and III.). L.V.a: Roses Meredith. XX.: Beverley Feltham. L.V.b: Ruby Smith. XX.a: Shirley Walker. IV.a: Pauline Loh. R.a: Valda Hughes. Ex. IV.: June Crowther. IV.b: Pat Crone. R.b: Diane Duke (Term I.), Lois Murray (Terms II. and III.). IV.c: Joan McCallum. IV.d: lDeirdre East. Junior School: Margot Simmons.

The Flower Show. Everywhere is colour massed; Gay poppies toss their pretty heads, And weave a carpet soft and bright Of yellows mixed with pinks and reds, And roses stand, but ope'd that day, And gaze upon the bright array. Blue lilac leans a slender head Against its neighbour close beside, And pale wistaria hangs low, And strives the wall behind to hide. A pansy turns a small shy face, Half hid 'neath fern as fine as lace. Proud tulips bow their haughty heads To view themselves in mirrors clear, And lilies, tall, and white as snow,Are hovering close within the rear, And over all there wafts a scent Of many flowers finely blent. —Mary Hopper, Pass VI.b, Cato.

PREFECTS. Standing (left to right): R. W:Iliatns, B. Mason, M. Masters, L. Barnett, H. Rentoul, Julie Day, S. Daley. Sitting (left to right): A. Walklate, J. Fowler, L. Green (Senior House Prefect and Senior Prefect), B. Snowball, P. Staurenghi.

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Events of the Year THE FAREWELLS TO MR. GROVE. At the end of First Term, 1939, another chapter in the history of M.L.C. was closed. The Rev. J. W. Grove, for ten years Principal of the College, retired. In connection with this, several functions were held, to bid him and Mrs. Grove farewell. The first of these was given by the boarders of the College, who presented them with a mantelshelf clock. On Tuesday, 16th May, the parents' farewell was given in the Hawthorn Town Hall, and Mr. Eggleston presented Mr. and Mrs. Grove with a cheque, with the best wishes of the parents. The following night a complimentary farewell was given by the School Council at the Victoria Palace, and on the evening of Thursday, 18th May, the Fred- J. Cato Branch expressed their appreciation of Mrc„Grove's work at a very successful function .held- in the Caulfield Town Hall. The big School's farewell was given at the final Assembly for the term, which was conducted by the Prefects. A short musical programme was rendered by the girls, after which Mr. Grove was presented with an armchair and a smoker's stand, and Mrs. Grove with a similar chair and a teaset.

SHAKESPEARE DAY. Shakespeare Day was celebrated with a very successful performance of scenes from the plays studied during the year, and with songs. The first item was a part song, "0 Mistress Mine," from "Twelfth Night," rendered very ably by the Glee Club. Edith Hewitt sang "When I Was a Little, Tiny Boy," also from "Twelfth Night." Representatives of Honour VI. gave an effective interpretation of Act III., Scene IV., of "Hamlet," which the audience greatly enjoyed. Scenes from "Macbeth" were also enacted, Pass VI.b presenting Act I., Scene III., where Macbeth encounters the witches, and Pass VI.a the famous Banquet Scene. P.C.

On all these occasions warm appreciation and heartfelt thanks were expressed to Mr. and Mrs. Grove for their continuous and active service in all branches of the College life. —Loloma Green, Senior Prefect, 1939. THE CHURCH SERVICE. The Annual School Service was held in the Auburn Methodist Church on Sunday evening, 14th May. It was conducted by Rev. H. Keck, and our Principal, the Rev. J. W. Grove, delivered the sermon. The introit, "God Be in My Head," and an anthem, "Ye Shall Dwell in the Land," were sung by the Special Choir, which also led the singing of the responses and "Te Deum." Five girls spoke Psalm 103 very beautifully. There was a crowded congregation of parents, old girls, and friends, and the service, as usual, was broadcast.

JEAN McALIECE, Government Senior Scholarship, 1938, Dux of College, 1938.

SILVER AND GREEN "THE STAR." it year was decided to issue, for the This first time, a small magazine consisting entirely of the original work of the School. We hope that tl- is will become a permanent feature of Second Term. Its results can already be seen in the record number of original contributions —H.B. submitted for "Silver and Green."

The guests, among whom were Mr. Grove, Miss Hunt, Dr. Wade, and many of the staff and day girls, were received in the lounge and conducted to Fitchett Hall, where a concert was given by members of the Boarders' Dramatic Club and Choir. Supper was served after the concert, and to the tune of the National Anthem Birthday —J.F., M.R. Night came to an ending.

BACK TO SCHOOL DAY. This year "Back to School" Day was held on the afternoon of 28th September, and a very large number of Old Collegians were present. As they arrived they were shown over the new classrooms. Later there was an Assembly in Fitchett Hall, followed by a programme of musical and elocutionary items given by the present girls. There were instrumental and vocal numbers, and the orchestra played two selections. "The Chancellor's Song," from "Iolanthe," recited by five girls, was received with much laughter and applause. During the programme Mrs. Bell, the President of the Old Collegians' Club, addressed us, telling of the activities of the Club. She pointed out the advantages of belonging to the Club, and hoped that the present girls would join when they had left School. After the entertainment, the past students adjourned to the new dining-room, where they were the guests of Mr. and Mrs. Wood for afternoon tea. Then they were shown over the new buildings by the prefects. The day finished with a baseball match between the old and present girls, won by the latter. —L.L. BIRTHDAY NIGHT. "What voices are these on the clear night air, What lights in the court, what steps on the stair?" Birthday Night, the apex of House year, was held on Friday, 20th October. Before tea Mrs. Wood and the mistresses were presented with bouquets, and Miss Ball with a book on her favourite hobby. Mr. and Mrs. Wood and family were present at the birthday tea. Birthday caps and cards made festive the occasion, the highlight of which was the cake adorned by 113 candles.

THE PREFECTS' PARTY. The Prefects' Party was held this year on Friday, 29th October, at the Wattle Park Chalet. The scene was very gay with balloons and pretty dresses, and the orchestra was excellent. Bouquets were presented to Mrs. Wood, Dr. Wade, Miss Ball, Miss Dahle, and Miss Blaxland. Supper was served at about 11 o'clock, and dancing ended gaily with streamers, in which everyone became entangled. Everyone looked happy, and we certainly had a very pleasant evening. SCHOOL VISITORS. During the past year the School has heard many very interesting talks in Assembly and in the lunch hour. Among the speakers were Miss Helen Topping, who gave a talk on Kagawa, the famous Japanese author and lecturer. Miss Topping is his secretary, and has been with him for many years. Mrs. McKenzie also visited us during Second Term, and spoke on North Australia and the Aborigines. Lubeti Finau, a Tongan student, told us of the conversion to Christianity of Tonga, and, at the conclusion of his address Lubeti and Mr. Wood gave us as a delightful duet a Tongan song, which elicited enthusiastic applause. During Third Term Sister Bailey spoke to the Senior School on "Posture," and the various exercises were demonstrated by her assistant. Many other speakers also came at the invitation of the L.N.U. and Bible Study Circles. We would like to thank all these School visitors who have so kindly given us their time.

SILVER AND GREEN EXAMINATION SUCCESSES. Public Examinations. At the University Public Examinations in December, 1938, 33 separate honours were gained in the School Leaving Honours Examination, 31 complete passes in the School Leaving Pass Examination, and 53 complete passes in the School Intermediate Examination. Jean McAliece and Ida McIlroy were awarded Senior Government Scholarships and Queen's College Exhibitions, and Isobel Appleford obtained a free place.

SYLVIA DUNCAN, Senior Prefect, 1938.

THE VERSE RECITAL On Tuesday, 31st October, a Verse-speaking Recital was held in Fitchett Hall. Although it was raining, many interested parents and friends attended, and were greatly impressed by the high standard of speech. IV.b gave two -delightful little items, and about 25 girls from Pass and Honour gave a very impressive rendering of a chorus from "Murder in the Cathedral." Several girls performed individual items, and a group of five—Zoe Proud,. Hilda Latimer, Ruth Manfield, Barbara McDonald, Jean Hancock—recited "The Rider at the Gate." The humour of the programme was provided by the last two items, "William the Conqueror" and the "Lord Chancellor's Song" from "Iolanthe," given by Elma Manfield, Joan Eggleston, Dorothy Young, Petera Campbell, and Dorothy Pollock. The Dramatic Society produced a complete scene from "Toad of Toad Hall," and with that ended a very enjoyable programme. —P.C.

School Leaving Honours. Seven 1st class, fourteen 2nd class, and twelve 3rd class honours were gained in this examination. Individual results were:— Isobel Applef ord-2nd class French, 2nd class Ancient History, 3rd class English, 3rd class Geography. Heather Bremer-1st class English. 2nd class French, 3rd class Drawing. Bernice Brokenshire-2nd class French, 3rd class English. Betty Cooper-2nd class Drawing, 3rd class English, 3rd class French. Sylvia Duncan-1st class Drawing, 2nd class French. Jean McAliece—lst class English, 1st class Ancient History, 2nd class Drawing, 2nd class European History. Ida Mcllroy—lst class Ancient History, 2nd class French, 2nd class English, 3rd class Geography. May Marriott-3rd class English, 3rd class European History. Yvonne Martin-1st class English, 1st class Ancient History, 2nd class Geography. Jean Pegler--2nd class Domestic Science. Beryl Reynolds-3rd class French, 3rd class German. Claire Robbins-2nd class Music, 3rd class French. Dorothea S:eward-3rd class Japanese. School Leaving Certificate. School Leaving Pass and Matriculation Certificates were gained by:—Mary Benson, Heather Bremer, Joy Buley, Muriel Campbell, Sheila Daley, Julie Day, Joan Day, Lydia Duncan, Margery Graham, Loloma Green, Betty

SILVER AND GREEN Gregory, Dorothy Kerwin, Barbara Marfleet, Nance Moonie, Jessie Murray, Alene Paul, Jean Pegler, Heather Rentoul, Beryl Reynolds, Phyllis Staurenghi, Bertha Simms, Kathleen Stringer, Isabel Tweddle, Audrey Walklate, Betty Yates. School Leaving Certificates were gained by:— Marie Chenoweth, Isabel Chenoweth, Lorraine Lapthorne, Marjory McCahon, Dorothy Pollock, Bonnay Raymont. Intermediate Certificates. Betty Adair, Stella Billing, Mary Benson, Joan Binder, Lois Bourns, June Buxton, Petera Campbell, Ruth Carne, Peggy Carne, Isabel Chenoweth, Audrey Cochrane, Lillian Cocks, Derrick, Joan Eggleston, Marjorie Ruth Embury, Phyllis Frazer, Margaret Gandy, Joan Grant, Lorna Grierson, Audrey Harrison, Noel Headdey, Corris Hooper, Mary Hopper, Margot Jackson, Edith Johnston, Phyllis Judd, Gwen Laidlaw, Gladys Lee, Edith Lenne, Nina Malseed, Heather Matthews; Shirley Morison, Gwen Naylor, Yvonne Paddock, Alene Paul, Betty Peterson, Phyllis Procter, Zoe Proud, Thelma Robinson, Shirley Smith, Shirley Sterrett, Audree Storey, Barbara Taylor, Lois Taylor, Wilma Tourrier, Betty Trewhella, Marion Trott, Shirley Wheaton, Dulcie Whittaker, Rosemary Williams, Gwenda Wilson, Marjorie Wragg, Dorothy Young.

Music Examinations. Grade Hewitt.

Singing. IV.—Honours: M. Bridgborn, E.

Violin. Grade II.—Honours: M. Bennett. Grade IV.—Honours: A. Fleming. Grade V.—Credit: J. Knuckey, M. Walklate. Flute. Grade I.—Pass: A. Walklate. Piano. Grade I.—Honours: J. Pearson, G. Wilson. Credit: P. Procter. Pass: L. Grierson. Grade IL—Honours: A. Hall, M. Hopper, W. Tourrier. Credit: L. Barnett, C. Curnow, A. Storey, E. Thomson. Grade III.—Honours: R. Johnston, L. Marsh, D. McDougall, M. Rentoul. Credit:

R,. Wasley. Pass: D. Bennetts, I. Benson, R. G:Ichrist, M. Hislop, L. Dwell. Grade IV.—Credit: R. Greenwood, P. Murray, J. Start. Pass: D. Fleming, E. Fleming, N. Trewhella, M. Tully.. Grade V.—Honours: H. Hopper, E. Rowe. Credit: M. Adams, P. Amos, E. Barrett, M. Garner, P. Garner, P. Loh, P. Murray, G. Shepherd. Grade VI.—Honours: F. Gordon, J. Leask, P. Pickett, B. Rayner. Credit: V. East, A. Moore. Preparatory Grade--Credit: B. Kiddie. Pass: L. Barrett, R. Rosenberg. Musical Perception. Grade IL—Hon_ours: L. Grierson, G. Wilson. Grade III.—Honours: D. Bennetts, P. Procter, N. Roediger. Credit: M. Bridgborn, T. Studley. Grade IV.—Honours: E. Thomson. Harmony and Counterpoint. L. Barnett, L. GrierGrade II.—Honou son. Pass: J. Pearson. Grade III.—Honours: A. Hall, G. Laidlaw, A. Storey, N. Trewhella. M. Tully, G. Wilson. Credit: C. Curnow. Pass: I. Benson. Theory and Harmony. Grade IV.—Honours: M. Bennett, D. Bennetts, J. Brewer, C. Curnow, R. Gilchrist, R. Johnston, D. McDougall. Credit: L. Jewell, R. Wasley. Theory. Grade V.—Honours: D. Dungey, R. Greenwood, L. Marsh, M. Mawson, J. McConchie, M. Rentoul, J. Start, M. Walklate. Grade VI.—Honours: F. Gordon, V. Hughes, M. Rayner, P. Wilkinson, J. Wilson. Credit: N. Smith.

Art of Speech. Grade V.—Honours: E. King. Grade IV.—Credit: H. Latimer. Grade III.—Honours: M. Kendrick. Grade II.—Honours: A. Fisher. Credit: Z. Proud. Theory. Grade II.—Pass: Alma Fisher. Credit: Zoe Proud.

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Social Activities DEVOTIONAL. "Where two or three are gathered together in My Name, there am I." In Second Term we met on Tuesday mornings, and gladly welcomed our new Principal, Mr. Wood, who had visited us in our Wednesday devotional during First Term. When the great international crisis came, our special prayers were offered for the nations. We also had a united School intercessory service during one lunch hour. We hope that next year's girls will find the Devotional as helpful and full of guidance as we have. —M.B. BIBLE STUDY CIRCLES. This year we have had three study groups under the able leadership of Miss Betts, Miss Horsman, and Miss Williams. We have been studying a book called "The New Society," by the Rev. B. Wyllie. On Saturday, 7th October, a group of girls from the Fellowship gave 29 children from the City Mission a party in the Spring Road Methodist Sunday School Hall. Games were played with the children in the public gardens near by, and a bag of sweets was given to each child. Later a party tea was provided, and the children enjoyed this very much. Afterwards the children sang songs and recited to the girls, who enjoyed themselves as much as the children. We should like to thank kind fathers and friends, who lent their cars to transport the children to and from the hall. We would also like to thank Mr. Coomber, who permitted us to use the hall. —H.R. JUNIOR RED CROSS WORK. This year the School's Social Service efforts have been very successful. We have been working for our usual charities, which include the South Melbourne, Collingwood. and Carlton Kindergartens, the Cheltenham Home, the Methodist Babies' Home and the Inland Mission. The former have

benefited by gifts of garments and money, and many hand-made articles have been sent to the Methodist Babies' Home and sums of money collected for the Inland Mission. This term will see many forms buying toys and collecting books and magazines, which will eventually play a part in making some young children happy at Christmas. Several of the forms have visited the Kindergarten or Home for which they are working, and letters have been received from the various missions gratefully acknowledging the gifts of clothing and money which they received. Our annual Egg Day Appeal resulted in a record, the total being 2433 eggs—a very gratifying response. In addition to our usual Red Cross work, the School has re-formed the Junior Red Cross Society in connection with the Red Cross Society of Victoria, and as a result there is a good deal of war knitting in progress. First Aid Classes have been formed both by the present students and the Old Collegians. The School classes are conducted by Mrs. Wood and Sister Coleman Jones, whom we wish to thank very sincerely. MUSIC NOTES. "When music sounds, gone is the earth I know, And all her lovely things even lovelier grow." It was with greatest pleasure that we welcomed at the commencement of the year as members of our music staff Miss Hermia Barton, violinist (just returned from five years overseas) ; Miss Mabel Varden, theory, harmony, counterpoint, musical perception and piano; and Miss Maida Whitelock, a harpist. At the end of Second Term Miss Marjory Prockter, just returned from her second trip abroad, took the place of one of Cupid's victims, Miss Barton, who has our sincerest good wishes for the future. The Annual Music Scholarships were competed for at the beginning of First Term. Dr. Floyd adjudicated. The winners were:—Singing, Edith Hewitt; orchestral instrument, Audrey Walklate (flute) ; senior piano, Jean

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OUR NEW SCHOOL Our new school is building, and all through the day Strange sounds are with us, in work and in play, The old school is changing, and try as we may, We can hardly remember where most of it lay.

A new school is building, and sounds we have heard Can hardly compare with the voice of a bird— The clang of a hammer, earth falls with a thud, And all our quadrangle is beautiful mud The workmen they whistle, the trucks drop their loads, The mixer it rattles, carts rumble on roads. When all this is ended, no doubt there will be Some nice comfy classrooms for you and for me. A.E.L., L.V.a. Snapshots by B. Roediger, Pass VI.a, Fitchett.

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Pearson and Phyllis Procter, equal; junior piano, Leonore Marsh; and original composition, Lorna Grierson. We would like to express our thanks to the donors of these scholarships for their continued interest, generosity and encouragement, and also to an Old Collegian, Mrs. Yehudi Menuhin (Nola Nicholas), who donated a violin scholarship. Miss Lorna Stirling acted as adjudicator on this occasion, and Jeanette Knuckey was successful competitor. At the Annual Church Service the Special Choir, conducted by Miss Flockart, rendered the anthem, Stainer's "Ye Shall Dwell in the Land," and led the singing. Another very successful musical event was the First Term Recital, at which a varied and interesting programme was given by the girls. There was a crowded audience of parents and friends. An interesting experiment was made this year at the Senior SchooL Choral Contest. In addition to the ordinary programme, each House sent in three varied musical items, chosen and prepared by the House. They included a sonata for violin and piano, vocal, flute and 'cello solos, an instrumental trio, two-piano work, an unaccompanied madrigal, and a group of two original works with the composers at the piano. Dr. ,Floyd was particularly interested in this new Rhase of work, and we hope this year's contest 'is but a forerunner of what is to come. Many of the girls have attended the Celebrity and Free School Orchestral Concerts, two of the many artists heard being Dr. Malcolm Sargent and Dr. Arthur Schnabel. We were also fortunate in hearing Viola Morris and Victoria Anderson, who gave a recital of duets and madrigals at School. The School, and in particular the Special Choir and Glee Singers, are now busy preparing the programme for Speech Night. Special encouragement has been given to original work this year, and for this purpose the John W. Grove Prize was offered for the best School song. The response was excellent, and three songs were accepted, the words of the winning song, "The School Spirit," being by Leslie Leask, and the music by Lorna Grierson. So

we are nearer to the publication of our own song book. Miss Stahmer is still leading the orchestra. We are looking forward to practices in our new rehearsal room in the Music School, and hope to be there next year, all being well. The Past Students' Choir, which meets on Monday evenings, has been suspended for the time being in order to form a Red Cross Emergency Company. The members seem very enthusiastic over their new work. They invite any girls leaving School to link up with them at the beginning of the new year. We would like once again to thank the Past Students for their two prizes—a junior and senior prize for original composition. All enthusiasts in the music department look forward with great pleasure to the interest and sympathetic help that we know will be forthcoming from our new Principal, whose musical interests are well known. We also wish to thank the members of the music staff for all their help during the past year, and especially Miss Flockart, for her inspiring guidance and leadership. In spite of all the extraordinarly noises and counter-rhythms which have been in opposition to our melodious strains all through this year, we feel the musical life of M.L.C. still flourishes, and are looking forward with enthusiasm to the final result of these discords —our new Music School. We wish all success to the music students of the School next year. —L.G. and A.W.

LEAGUE OF NATIONS UNION. The membership of the League of Nations Union for 1939 is smaller than that of last year because now only girls in the Senior School are allowed to be members. At our opening meeting nearly forty new members were enrolled and given badges by Miss Duncan, the secretary of the Victorian Branch. This brings our roll to 73. During the First Term we met in Discussion Groups, and studied the book "What Hitler Wants," an abbreviated version of "Mein Kampf." During the term, however, owing to difficulties because of building operations, we decided to abandon the groups, and have since had combined meetings, with talks on current

SILVER AND GREEN events and discussions led by Miss Lindsay and . girls. We have arranged for several speakers to address the School this year. At one meeting Miss Christensen gave us a most interesting talk on the "Relations Between Germany and Denmark," and then led some of the girls in the singing of Danish folk songs. At another meeting Miss Christensen told us of her impressions of Italy, where she spent three months last year. Miss Paling and Mrs. E. W. Tilley each spoke of Germany and what they saw during their visits. Miss Luke, of our own staff, told of her recent trip to Japan, and later kindly arranged an exhibition of Japanese dolls, books, needlework and pictures which she had brought home. During the year we have had several appeals for the Spanish Relief Fund, and altogether have given 30/-,, raised partly, by the sale of foreign stamps, and partly by subscription money. In Second Term we had a self-denial appeal for China, and raised £11715. We- owe thanks to Miss Lindsay and the officers for their help and for the time they have given to our activities. —A.P. and A.W.

WALKING CLUB NOTES. Although the girls are most enthusiastic, it has been impossible to arrange many walks this year owing to numerous other School activities. We held our first walk for the year in the Easter holidays. A party of 36 took the train to Fern Tree Gully, and then spent a happy day walking round Belgrave and Sherbrooke Forest. The second walk took place on Monday, 17th July, on the mid-term holiday. Forty-two girls went to South Morang, and walked from there to Greensborough via St. Helena. In spite of the fact that two and a half terms are gone, and we have had only two walks, we are all hoping for Saturday walks —L.A.K.B. this term.

ART OF SPEECH. This year, 1939, has been very successful as far as art of speech is concerned, and we all have to thank Miss Dwyer and Miss Illingworth

for the excellent way in which they have trained us. The beginning of the year found many girls practising enthusiastically for the Anzac Festival Verse-speaking We heartily congratulate Nancy Gregory on gaining first place in the junior section, and Elma Manfield, who gained third place in the senior section. At the annual Church Service, Psalm 103 was spoken by Elma Manfield,, Joan Eggleston, Netta Jones, Dorothy Pollock, and Joan Day. At Back to School Day we were again to the fore with individual and group items, one of which, the Lord Chancellor's song from "folanthe," was very much appreciated by its hearers. The usual excellent results were obtained in both the practical and theoretical art of speech examinations this year, and we congratulate all the students. An account of our very successful versespeaking recital will, be found elsewhere- in these pages. This year the Dramatic Society has not given any public performance, but, with the assistance of Miss Dwyer, we have all been learning the fundamentals of good acting. Several girls have displayed great originality in miming certain incidents, whilst others have impromptu interesting very contributed dialogue. Altogether it has been a very good year, and considerable talent has been discovered. The Dramatic Society presented- a scene from "Toad of Toad Hall" at ,the elocution recital. We all hope that next year's Dramatic Society will enjoy as interesting and varied a year as we have been so fortunate to have. —J.O.E.

DEBATING IN 1939. Though the time allotted for debating this year has been very limited, we have held debates on various subjects, some humorous ones, as "Is It Better for a Woman to be Beautiful than Intelligent?" and 'some more serious ones, as "Should England Fight Hitler Now?" A prominent feature of the Debating Society has been the Inter-House debates, which resulted in Krome House winning the cup, defending the

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subject that "All Secondary Schools in Vic- parties were sent out, and the missing library toria Should Be Co-educational." was located in two of the new rooms. After In the near future M.L.C. is sending a debat- setting the books in order, we again opened the ing team to Tintern to affirm the subject that library, and so far have had no more dis"The Liberty of the Modern Child is More turbances, although we live in fear of what Likely to Produce Good Citizens than the Stern may happen next. Discipline of the Past." We are very grateful The grant of money to the library has this to Tintern for this opportunity of meeting their term been put aside to aid in the equipment team. of the new library. We wish very sincerely to Our thanks are due to Miss Christensen for thank an anonymous donor for a gift of £5 her guidance throughout the year, and for her and also those who have donated books to the adjudicating; and to the Debating Committee reference library. for its helpful suggestions. We desire to In conclusion, we would like to thank Miss thank Mr. Wood also for so ably adjudicating Christensen and the committee for the many at some of our debates. hours they have devoted throughout the year We feel that the interest in debating has to the work of the library. grown steadily during the year, and hope that Among the books added this year are the next year will see further development. This following:— should be stimulated by the reintroduction of Fisher: History of Europe. Middle School debating, for the sub-inter- Ogg: Europe in the Seventeenth Century." mediate forms have recently held some lively Smith: Scenes from European History. inter-form debates. —I.B. Power: Medieval People. Calthrop: Costume. LIBRARY NOTES, 1939. Suedeker: Theras, the Story of an Athenian This year the library has suffered greatly Boy. owing to the rebuilding. The fiction library Addington-Symonds: Life of Michelangelo. has spent most of its days in the depth of a Rupert Brooke: Collected Poems. dark and dusty cellar, but the reference library Serle: An Anthology of Australasian Verse. was more fortunate in finding a temporary Murdoch: A Book of Australian Verse. home in the open-air classroom. Poems of Twenty Years, 1918-1937. Several times during the First and Second The Century's Poetry, 1837-1937. Terms the library committee, armed with Lotol, Palmer: Post-Victorian Poetry. set out on silverfish hunts. On one occasion Swinnerton: The Georgian Literary Scene. we returned to continue the attack, but, alas! Brave Young Singers. the library had completely vanished. After Pym: Reading from the Literature of Ancient searching for some time, we found half of it Rome. in the "Exam. Room." among numerous pieces Wadham and Wood: Land Utilisation in Ausof furniture, and the other half tucked away tralia. in Church House. Australian Standards of Living. Towards the end of Second Term we were Slum Reclamation Report, 1936-37. told we would be able to open our fiction Modern Pictorial World Atlas. library. The books were taken from their musty Hides: Through Wildest Papua. prison and were brought to the Exam. Room, Jarvis: Desert and Delta. in Baths Building, where temporary shelves, Gordon: Two Vagabonds in Spain. including one once occupied by saucepans, had India of the Princes. been installed. Then came the task of unpack. Romping Through Physics. ing, sorting and dusting the books. Finally Science for the Citizen. we had everything ready, and were able to The World of Sound. open. All ran smoothly till one day, much Old Trades and New Knowledge. to our horror, we noticed that the Baths Harrap's French and English Dictionary. Building was being demolished. Again search Standard Dictionary of the English Language.

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HOUSE PREFECTS. Standing (left to right): R. Came, L. Green (House Captain), K. Stringer. Sitting (left to right): M. Masters, B. Mason.

BOARDERS' NOTES. "We are the Boarders, This be our song, Singing to victory, Joyously strong. Sports field and work field, Now as of yore, The 'house flag flying, And the field before." The building of the new School this year has made 1939 a landmark in M.L.C. history, and in House specially is the change most marked. The rooms on Top Flat, Bottom Flat, and White Dormitory have been renovated and refurnished, whilst two new wings of bedrooms and studies are almost complete. The new lounge and dining-room are a source of great pride to us also. Boarders of 1939 are proud to think that they are the ones to have seen the metamorphosis into "the vision splendid," and to have endured

such hardships as cold water showers in new wing or stubbing toes on clothes racks on Top Flat for the sake of the rising. generation. Ninety-three merry maids assembled for prayers the first night. The old girls felt strange without. Miss Hunt to welcome them. Miss Hammond was Lady Superintendent for the first two terms. We are grateful to Miss Ball for acting as Lady Superintendent during Third Term. Sister Clarke also left us at the end of Second Term, and we welcome Sister Coleman-Jones and Miss Illingworth, and, as temporary mistresses in the absence of Miss Pearson and Miss Anderson, who left us for a short while, Miss McDonald and Miss Hill. We were sorry to lose the Misses B. and J. Blaxland, Mrs. Loh, and Miss Bowden, who deserted to the day staff. House is proud to have Loloma Green, the School Captain, as Head House Prefect. The end of First Term Was shadowed by our farewell party to Mr. and Mrs. Grove. The

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nine muses paid homage to Mr. Grove by descending to Fitchett Hall for the concert, which was repeated next day for, the benefit of the day school. Many old boarders were present, and at supper renewed their friendship with Mr. Grove. We here thank Mrs. Baker for her help with the supper. The present boarders presented Mr. and Mrs. Grove with a chiming clock and a large cake made by the girls of V.e. The resident staff gave them an electric toaster. We were pleased to welcome Mr. and Mrs. Wood at the beginning of second term, and wish them every success in their work. During the year we visited Fitzroy Gardens, the Shrine, Wattle Park, and Sassafras. Evidences of our visit to the Royal Show are still abroad. We attended the Mozart Vienna Boys' Choir, the Old Collegians' play, "Happy Ending," and the Scotch College play, "Busman's Holiday." Dr. Benson and Mr. Barlow entertained us with travel talks and films, and we give them our warmest thanks. We also thank Miss Dwyer for her inspiring talk on "Etiquette,"- and hope she has perceived the results. The traditional "Old Girls' Concert," given in First Term, was a great success. Miss Hunt and many old girls were present. The four houses, Alpha, Beta, Gamma, and Delta, provided the programme. After her passionate pleadings to the populace to use "Lollipop's Dog Soap," we urge D'reen to be a soap box candidate. We usually exercised ourselves in the gym. on Saturday nights, and occasionally relieved this formula by fancy dress. Most spectacular in pillows was Chips as the "Big Apple," when she demonstrated the results of the Popeye theory, and our head prefect as a hula girl was a sight worth seeing. Another night we had to represent a song, and here the Noble family excelled, for who would have thought that a brooch pinned below the belt depicted the famous "Dog Sits on the Tucker Box" or that a confection on a long cord from the belt could swing "Sweet and Low"? In addition to these parties, social evenings were held through. out the year. This year House has been to the fore in sport, boasting four green blazers, eight mem-

bers in the first hockey eleven, four in the basket-ball team, two in the athletics team, and three in the swimming team. House holds a proud position. At the beginning of the year new sports gear was bought, and now our willowy forms are preserved by indulging in shuttlecock, deck tennis, and cricket, as well as the usual sports. The red-letter day in sport occurred when House defeated School in the swimming sports. Many excited House supporters nearly raised the water level by falling in, and when Loloma reached the bar first we lustily sang the boarders' song, and celebrated by much merriment till 9.30 p.m., it being a free Saturday. We congratulate School on their prowess at basket-ball and on their victory in the House versus School running relay. At hockey House, resplendent in accessories of red, proved the superior team:During First Term we visited the Elsternwick Branch School, and baseball, tennis and running contests ensued. Later they paid us a return visit when we played cricket. This year a Boarders' Dramatic Club was formed, under Miss Illingworth's guidance, and a Boarders' Choir was founded, under the able baton of Miss Anderson. The House Library has been enlarged, and each girl subscribes to a magazine fund from which many periodicals are bought. At the end of Second Term we were assailed by a plague of spots, and great was the rejoicing of those who missed their examinations. We here thank Mr. and Mrs. Wood and Sister Coleman-Jones for their kindness to the afflicted. On behalf of the House, we wish to thank Miss Ball for her untiring interest in our work, Miss Anderson and Miss Whitelock for help with our musical efforts, Miss Illingworth for dramatic work, Miss Perkins for her interest in sport, and the whole of the resident staff for their kindness and interest in this difficult —J.P.F., M.E.R. year.

Daisies. Daisies sweet, daisies low, Pretty daisies up they grow; Daisies in a fairy ring, Everything is bright in Spring. —Valerie Dutneall, 8 years, Form III., Fitchett.

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Original Contributions Prize List. Senior Poetry—Petera Campbell, "September." Senior Prose—Heather Bremer, "Vive la France!" Middle Poetry—Carlotta Ellis (Elsternwick), "Thoughts on the Country." Middle Prose—Ailsa Thomson, "The Sea." Junior Poetry—Judith Leask, "A Day in Autumn"; Estelle Nicholls, "Spring," equal. Junior Prose—Vivienne Douglas, "Overheard." Drawing—Kathleen Stringer, "The Old Wool Shed." Photography—Betty Moss, "Gum Trees by the River."

September. I wish that I could sing a song of Spring, Prisoning her fairness in unfading rhymes, But ah, she needs not my remembering, She has been oversung so many times. But if of her enchantment I might take Colour of cloud and woodland, hill and sea, I might of these transitory fairings make A little round of immortality. Ah, scent and sound and colour, a very shower Of glory falls around me even now, Where bright mimosa heavily hangs in flower, And orchard bloom lies white along the bough.

Oh that 'twere mine to fashion such a measure Of exquisite remembrance—a stave That might be likened to some rich sea treasure Left high and dry by Spring's retreating wave, Flung up from beauty's ocean unaware, An empty spiral, delicate and slight, Yet something one might place against the ear And hear the murmur of the Infinite. —Petera Campbell, Pass VI.a, Berry.

"Vive La France!" "This air is more intoxicating than all citoyen Dietrich's sparkling wines," remarked the young lieutenant of artillery to his silent companion as they clattered through the streets of Strasbourg. The town clocks had long since chimed midnight, but Gaston and Claude, a captain of engineers, were wending their way back to headquarters after a banquet given by the jovial mayor "to officers of the regiments of the French army garrisoned in the city." The ceremony had been brilliant and amusing to those who enjoyed superficial gaiety, but the conversation, never particularly animated, had turned, almost inevitably, to the war with Austria. In these days of April, 1792, there was always something startlingly sensational to be related by people who knew little of the wider significance of the incidents they recounted with such evident relish. The province of Alsace was in mortal danger from the armies sweeping across Europe to the Rhine. As the gossips sagely observed, France had nothing

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to inspire her but those somewhat vague watchwords of Liberty, Equality, and Fraternity; she needed "something more concrete and yet more inspiring," whispered Monsier Dietrich confidentially to Claude. Claude screwed up his face in disgust as he remembered that hot, buzzing banquet-hall, with its glaring lights and atmosphere of flippant resignation to the country's plight. The touch of the night breeze on his flushed face was like the caress of a child's fingers, and the air assuredly was heady and intoxicating. "It certainly is," he remarked, his voice breaking the silence like the crack of a whip, while his startled companion stopped abruptly and stared at him. Then he began to laugh. "Why, Claude! I do believe you're answering something I said at least five minutes ago. You spend too much time in the company of that violin, that's what it is," he concluded profoundly. Claude surveyed him with a disarming smile. "Listen to that!" he said. They had stopped outside a small tavern in a side street. The window threw a patch of yellow across the blackness of the lane, and within they could see a tipsy, laughing, shouting rabble, arrayed in "bonnets rouges," loudly mutilating an old Alsatian folk song, led by an enthusiast, who stood, with mug raised aloft, on a table in the middle of the room. Gaston regarded Claude quizzically. "Well?" he inquired expectantly, searching his friend's eager face. "Mon Dieu!" muttered Claude, as though he had not heard him, "truly the cause of liberty can never triumph without one song of its own! How can the new France prevail against Austria without music to inspire her?" His eyes were sparkling and his voice trembled as though moved by some hidden emotion. "Parbleu!" gasped the other, "what has he got in his head now?"

that he had made similar remonstrances, but Claude did not even hear. The candle shone into his eyes as he blinked at his friend's tense, absorbed back, and he flung himself again to his pillow; words were obviously useless in this situation. Silence fell, broken only by the rapid scratching of Claude's pen, and the rhythmic beat of his foot upon the stone floor. His brain was singing and throbbing with the crash and swing of the melody that pulsed through it, while words formed themselves on his lips in perfect time with that music which seemed to fill the small room. His hand moved across the page, charged, too, with that splendid rhythm. All the shining ideals of liberty which France had so newly learned, purged of all coarser unnatural accompaniments, which till now had seemed inevitable, united in the brain of one man. He gazed into the flicker. ing candle flame until his eyes burned; this was the way his country would meet the enemy, ready to die, but confident of triumph; they could not fail, inspired by such ideals—and such a song. "Aux armes, citoyens! Formez vos bataillons!" He pushed back his chair abruptly and walked to the open window. The towers and spires of Strasbourg were carved against the stars, almost as far as he could see, but beyond all the spires was a dim ribbon of silver, scarcely discernible in the black distance—the Rhine! "Chant de l'Armee du Rhin!" That would be the name for his song, The Army of the Rhine, the silver barrier which held back France's enemies from touching French soil. Turning swiftly, he darted across the room and prodded Gaston's prostrate form violently. "Wake up, Gaston! Wake up, wake up!" Gaston stirred reluctantly. "Mon Dieu!" he muttered, "not in bed yet! What's the matter anyway?" "Listen, Gaston!" Claude bent over him„ and his voice was vibrant and intense. "Something "Claude, if you don't soon put down that wonderful has happened to-night. France has pen and stop that infernal tapping, I'll stop a song to sing now. Gaston, listen!" it for you." The other propped himself on his elbow and Gaston's voice proceeded in sleepy protest blinked in bewilderment at this whirlwind from his straw pallet in the corner of the room. which had suddenly descended upon him and Nor was it the first time within the last hour . shattered his sleep.

SILVER AND GREEN Claude seized his violin, and, placing one foot on the chair, began to play, while his young voice rang out the words to that throbbing accompaniment. His pale, handsome face was silhouetted against the dark wall, the dying candle flame drew sparks from his swordhilt, and formed a halo about his dark, bent head. Claude Joseph Rouget de Lisle was on his road to fame. —Heather Bremer, Honour VI., Krome. The Sea. The crisp, golden sands and the sparkling bluegreen sea, the dazzling blue sky, the burning sun, and the people of all ages and sizes make a gay picture. The reds, greens and blues of numerous bathing costumes, the large circular patches made by the umbrellas, the toddlers playing with the sand, and the groups of happy picnickers lunching on the top of the rock or sunbathing there like huge lizards, all add colour to the ever-varying scene. Gradually the glad afternoon fades away, and with it the crowd go, too. Then in a mass of glorious colours the sun slowly sinks. Over the heaving green-black ocean the moon solemnly rises, shedding its pure light over the deserted beach. The great rock looms up, inky black, rugged and grim. The endless moaning is now more noticeable in the silence, and the moon's pathway stands out as bright as liquid silver, but clearer. Then the pale light of dawn shows on the horizon, and gradually it is day. Where are the crowds of picnickers? The seagulls are the only living things on the still, deserted beach. The cliffs look stern and forbidding, the iron-grey sky frowns sullenly down on an iron-grey sea. The fierce gale whips the sand into whirlpools; the waves creep slowly up the beach, and only the seagulls, their white feathers standing out against the lowering sky, wheel and hover over the troubled, heaving waters in search of prey. Only their harsh cries and the ceaseless pounding of the surf break the silence; their quick darts and the sea's slow, steady creeping alone break the stillness, yet the sea's majestic wrath is as picturesque as its smiling calm. —Ailsa Thomson, IV.a, 12 yrs. 6 mths., Cato.

Spring. When I was walking in the wood, I heard some bush-birds call; The bellbirds and the tiny wrens— I love them, one and all. The hawthorn hedge was now arrayed In silver drops of dew; With buttercups and bluebells near, And flowers of every hue. And now the dreary Winter past, The songs of Spring we hear; We greet you, Spring, with gladdening joy, The best time of the year! —Estelle Nicholls, IV.d, 10 years, Berry. A Day in Autumn. Gold, green and brown Are the tints on the trees, But the tall fir's green gown Still sways in the breeze. The wee winds are saying, As they pass, whispering by, "The cold days are here now— Warm Summer must fly." —Judith Leask, 9 years, IV.c, Fitchett. Overheard. 1.—Scrap Books. "I'll give you Mr. Chamberlain for :he King of the Belgians." "No thanks. I have fourteen Chamberlains, eleven Mussos, eight Stalins, four ex-King Zogs, and two Queen Wilhelmina's on bicycles. I want the sheep dog that bit Hitler." "Stick in Goering's lion cub. They won't spot the difference." "That's an idea. I say, is this Madame Lupescu or the Duchess of Windsor?" "Neither, stupid. It's Merle Oberon." "I'll swop all these persecuted Jews for the Siegfried Line." "Here's the Maginot. Take that instead." "Goody! They must have good fun down there. Aren't these little trains cute?" "Yes. And I'd just love to be in one of those ducky little machine-gun outposts, wouldn't you?"

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"Ugh! Date sandwiches again." "How awful! Mine's awful, too. Egg and lettuce, sponge cake, and an apple. My mother starves me." "So does mine." "I say, what would you have every day if you could?" "I-I'm—let's think. I know. A pie with lovely, greasy pastry, two cream horns, and a slice of plum cake with almond icing, chocor late roughs, a bottle, of fizz, and then fruit if I still feel hungry." —Vivienne Douglas, Remove B, Krome.

In my hands I held red petals of a rose. Memory stole into my heart; I saw as in a dream, The vivid moments many a human knows— The gentle, ceaseless ripples of life's stream. Music arose—a mother's lullaby, a Negro's croon, I smelt the faint aroma of roses after rain; I saw the stars of heaven, the silvery, fairy moon Shining on rocky hillside and everlasting plain. I felt again the mystery of throbbing, vibrant life, I knew once more the ecstasy of hope, of joy, of love, I heard the wistful violin, the shrill tune of the fife, The blackbird's song, the nightingale, the soft coo of the dove. The petals fell at last, and all the memories fled, What wondrous thoughts are lying in a faded rose of red! —Jocelyne Buckland, Form V.b, Krome.

Der Fuehrer des deutscher Reiches. "Heil Hitler, Heil Hitler" Dashort man in Deutschland. "Heil Hitler, Heil Hitler" Es schallt durch dashand. Die Deutschen, die Deutschen, Sie lieben den Fuehrer-Als ob er eM Gott war Verehren sie Hitler. "Weh Hitler, Weh Hitler" Man hurt dies in. England. Sie hassen den Fuehrer, Der herrscht in Deutschland. Er hat in die Welt, Viel "Leiden gebracht, Weil er immer wiinscht, Zu haben grosf" Macht. —Joan Eggleston, Pass VI.a, Fitchett.

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Ambition. "Ambition," said Antony, or Shakespeare, or Bacon, according to your beliefs, "should he made of sterner stuff." Also from the above came the following: "When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept." We notice that Caesar did not cry. Oh, no, crying in those days was a plebian pastime, and accompanied by loud and undignified noises; but Caesar wept. We can imagine the mighty Caesar seated in characteristic attitude with fist under chin and tears streaming silently down his cheeks in pity for the grief of the poor, while he continued planning how to harass them with taxes, which always reminds me- of the walrus: "I weep for you," the Walrus said; "I deeply sympathise." With sobs and tears he sorted out Those of the largest size, Holding his pocket-handkerchief Before his streaming eyes.

Fifi is four inches by three inches. She likes to sleep by the fire through the wintry afternoon. "Briquettes, dear," says Mother, waving a vague hand. I lean towards the fire. My book shields my face. I toss on half a dozen briquettes. The flames shoot up, the sparks fly. I am about to pick up a last briquette and toss it on. A spark touches it. The briquette leaps away, mewing loudly. I console But to get back to ambition. I am, you might it with caresses and a saucer of milk. full of ambition. I have been brought up Krome. say, B, Remove Douglas, --Vivienne

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and fed on ambition; all my life (a vast one) I have been interested in ambition. I have in turn wished to be a sailor, a nurse, an artist, and a crooner; but now I seem well on my way to being a typewriter-key-pusherdowner. That is not my real ambition, of course. My real ambition is to be—ah, but that is not to be disclosed to the "profanum vulgus." Everyone has some ambition, otherwise he would not be human; but ambition can be dangerous. Alexander was conqueror of most of the then known world; not satisfied with that, his ambition drove him on and on until it finally broke him and brought defeat. Napoleon was the same. His ambition found him a humiliating end—to die a captive. We are all more or less slaves to our ambitions. We have one definite goal in view, and we strive towards it. Sometimes we are made to digress, sometimes we faint by the wayside and the goal seems farther and farther off; often we come to the bitterest end—failure; though it is better to attempt and fail than not to try at all. There is a certain poem I am very fond of— Here is my hand to you, brother, You of the ruck who have failed. I, too, am only another Fighter who faltered and quailed. Now with my courage for token, Here to grim fate I give tithe; I, too, am beaten and broken, Lying, the swath of the scythe! We, to the conquerors' seeming, Crouch, an incongruous horde— Fighters, enmeshed in their dreaming, Dreamers who girt on the sword, Weaklings with splendid ambitions, Heroes who learnt to succumb, Poets a-swoon with their visions, Singers with ecstasy dumb. We are most of us too young to know failure in its proper sense. 'Failure, the weight which bows the brave and the weak alike, and yet makes them strong to stand by each other in distress, and by great and heavenly love to give them all the help in their power. The greatest thing in the world is love, love for one's fellow creatures, love so great that it

includes every tiny object God has made on this earth— Can we not consecrate To man and God above This volume of our great Supernal tide of love? Love should temper our ambitions, and not allow us to hurt anyone in achieving them. "Glory built on selfish principles is shame and guilt." Be strong, be temperate in all things, remember "nothing too much"—be pitiful, and, above all, be steadfast to the end under all difficulties. "0 Chief," I cried, "this oar grows hard; Is there no rest for me?" "No rest until thy journey's end," He cried, "and thou thine oar must bend While strength remains in thee." "And thou—but who art thou?" I said, "Who makesf me labour so?" He, turning to me, grimly smiled, "I am thine own ambition, Child; Now let us onward go." —Quien Sabe?

Married Life A few weeks ago, as the first streaks of dawn brightened the sky, I was awakened by the melodious courting song of the ". . . Wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, Lest you should think he never could recapture The first fine careless rapture." What a gay„ careless fellow is Mr. Speckled Thrush. Nothing but the top brick or topmost branch for him! Oh, dear no! He tells the world, does Speckles. You see, Miss Plain Thrush, who lives in the pine, had promised to occupy with him this Spring the fern basket flat near the fishpond. Lately Speckles has become very silent, and I paid a secret visit to the flat. It is a very cosy little home, if a trifle untidy with sundry odd ends of grass and string flying in the breeze, like curtains out of an open window. The young couple were strolling proudly in their fishbone fern garden, so I peeped in at the door and beheld four beautiful porcelain ornaments in a group. A few days later I was attracted by the excited voice of Speckles as he darted out of

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All through that first day Speckles and Plainy toiled. Large fat slugs, small skinny worms, and all sorts of creepy delicacies disappeared down those hungry throats, but failed to fill the greedy young babies. Tl at evening Speckles drew his wife aside, and looking meaningly at the fishpond, wearily queried, "Which one are you going to keep? Why can't we be like the Java-Doves on Pergola Avenue?" Plainy looked at him aghast and exploded. "Speckles, don't you mention such a thing again. Fancy being as lazy as that Mrs. JavaDove, only bringing up one child at a time! Talk about lazy! Why, she can't even build a decent nest! Just lays the floor and then forgets the rest. And when she leaves Mr. Java-Dove to look after it, he is so lazy and stupid that he lets one of the eggs roll off!" "Yes," agreed Speckles grudgingly, "JavaDove is lazy," and then, proudly, "he doesn't sing as I do, merely mumbles in his beard!" —Ethel Henty, Form V.c, Fitchett.

GUM TREES BY THE RIVER. Prize-winning Photograph—Betty Moss, Pass VI.a, Fitchett.

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24 Thoughts on Food. Do we eat to live, Or live to eat?

Has anyone ever stopped to think of the real value of food? I am aware that in Domestic Science classes the values of food are calculated, and that great scientists are still working to find out more about vitamins and other high-sounding things. For me, enough is as good as a feast. It is quite sufficient recommendation if I experience a moistening of the tongue. I need no calorific details, for "too much spoils the flavour." It has come to my ears that certain of the scientists mentioned above are endeavouring to concoct a pill which contains all the necessary food values, and does away with all cooking and washing up. Now this may do away with dirty hands and housemaids' knees, but I ask you, is it fair? Half the pleasure of eating comes from looking at the object soon to be no more, and speculating how many bites will be necessary to perform the deed. Food can look so attractive with the various colours carefully blended and harmonised with the colour of the crockery. Just imagine the soft green of peas, the snow white of creamy potatoes, and the richness of carrots arranged in a mosaic with the delicate pinkness of ham, on blue china! It is a picture to make the mouth water, and the eyes glisten appreciatively. Artists have painted food, but it is a wonder that more masterpieces have not been produced with so fine a subject. I suggest that the sight is too tempting for the artist. Then remember the perfume—(the word "smell" does not do justice to the sensation) — Have you ever been returning home after a strenuous outing and, passing some house, been assailed by the delightful odour of a roast dinner slowly sizzling to a turn, the taste and the feel of good food in your mouth? Who is it that fails to remember the good, solid feeling of biting rusks and biscuits in infancy, or the delicious sensation as the jelly slipped down by itself? Poets have sung the praises of food. Who did not experience a spasm of desire when reading in Davies' poem of "pears that cheat the teeth" and Keats's description of

"Candied apple, quince, and plum, and gourd; With jellies soother than the creamy curd"? Yet in the future food will not awaken the senses of sight, smell, or taste. Meals will simply mean a pill—a small sphere to be swallowed before you can say "Jack Robinson." Just imagine a picnic of pills! We would go to work or school with the daily dose in our purses. Lunch hour would be almost nil,, and the pleasure of dining out would be no more. Thank goodness, I live in this age. —"Poisson," Honour VI., Fitchett.

The Joy of Living. "The Joy of Living" lies mainly in finding beauty in everything around us and appreciating it. We can find, if we look, something beautiful about even the most humble things in life. If we love beauty and discover it all about us, how can we help but find joy in living? In Australia, in the country it is easy to find beauty; for it is everywhere—in the distant purple mountains covered with tall trees and ferny undergrowth; in the steep, green valleys tucked away between the hills, with tiny cottages clinging to the sharp sides. There is beauty in the sweeping plains aflutter with shimmering wheat, golden in the sunshine; green pasture lands dotted with sheep and cattle feeding contentedly. Even after fires and droughts the country has a rugged, splendid beauty all its own. In the town there are many ugly spots, but pass them over; for there are more beautiful ones—old houses, strong and well-built, with sturdy chimneys standing out against the sky: they laugh at the seasons; courageous new houses gay and shining in their fresh, clean paint; little gardens full of the perfume of flowers, with happy children playing on the lawns; children's laughter and their bright faces; cheeky sparrows hopping in the gutters; brown, turbulent water racing down the drains after heavy rain; a little caged canary singing bravely outside a dingy shop—all these things are beautiful and a joy forever. Then there are our beaches, some blue and calm, with people bathing happily, and little children splashing in the shallows, while their parents sit and chatter on the sand; other

SILVER AND GREEN beaches grand and majestic, with curling green surf crashing on the white sand. Tremendous rollers hurrying, rush in to break with a roar like thunder on the beach, and all the while gulls cry and wheel overhead. With a wonderful country such as this who could help but find beauty everywhere, and so get the greatest possible joy out of just living? Other people living in other lands in different parts of the world have other beautiful things to love, and they also can find "The Joy of Living." —Shirley Smith, Pass VI.a, Cato. 'Bon Voyage!" "Stream-ers!" "Stream-ers!" The ubiquitous vendors move slowly among the chattering crowds, selecting victims with consummate ease, and lifting their inharmonious voices in hopeful clamour. The day is exhaustingly hot, but here, with the breezes from the Bay drifting faintly up the river, we are slightly refreshed. The scene below, as we look down from the deck, is one of vivid ever-changing colour—and noise, noise everywhere! Motor trucks clatter back and forth, wharf hands shout and swear as they assist in loading cargoes ranging from protesting cows and sheep to His Majesty's mails (these last arrive in an imperious, bustling motor which scatters all before it, and are swung across to the hold in bags of drab official grey). The ceaseless drumming and rattling of tile loading cranes beat out a rhythm as inescapable as the crash of waves on the sea shore.

Passengers on the deck laugh, and wave, and gesticulate to friends below. Suddenly a terrific blast proceeds from the ship's siren, and the gangway is swung up to the side of the vessel by a group of grimy and impersonal stalwarts on the wharf, who co-operate volubly with a few members of the crew far above on the "Taroona's" deck. She swings slowly out into midstream, her engines pulsing softly—a bright pattern of streamers her last link with the shore. Above the long grey line of the wharfs (where the eager, waving crowd has become no more than a smudge of black and fluttering white), the spires of St. Paul's Cathedral cut the skyline, while away to the right shines the white mass of the Shrine, framed in perfect symmetry against the blue. The engines are pounding now with an urgent insistence,, and the ship gathers speed as she faces resolutely downstream and steams away into the sunset. —Heather Bremer, Honour VI., Krome. Dawn. The mists of the evening are folded away; The flowers have sparkles of dew in their eyes; The grasshoppers' fiddles are starting to play; The butterfly opens her wings to the skies. Then over the hill peeps a glittering sun: He stretches himself—and the day has begun. —Margaret Timewell, Form V.d, Cato.

THE OLD WOOLSHED. Prize-winning Drawing—K. Stringer, Hon. VI., Cato.

SILVER AND GREEN Judas. Iscariot. (A Morality Play.)

Scene: The garden of an inn in Palestine. Enter Judas. Judas: I am bewildered. Shall I betray the One who has been a friend to me? Enter Greed. Greed: Judas, if you tell the chief priests where to find the Lord, you will be well rewarded. Think of it—they will give you money—shining silver! Judas: Ah, riches! What would I not give to be rich? Enter Loyalty. Loyalty: He has been a friend to you; He has helped you wh en you were in trouble. Is this the way you will repay Him? Judas: Yes, indeed, He has helped me, but He has not given me money. My life is bound up in my money. I love the sound of it, the feel of it—(pause) —and yet— Loyalty: Think of what I have said, and take heed. You will be forever unhappy if you are a traitor. (Exit) Greed: Betray Him! Betray Him! He is nothing to you. He is no different from your other acquaintances. Judas: He is nothing to me. I do not believe that He is th e Son of God, but John the Baptist said that He is. Enter Love. Love: Judas, He loves you, and you have said that you love Him. Are you false? Do you speak with two tongues? Judas: No, no, I am not false. I love Him. I will not be a traitor. Enter Riches. Riches: Think before you take this step. Judas: I will not betray Him for anything. Riches: You will have no money, and you will envy those who have. Judas: I shall not mind. I shall not destroy myself and Him also. Riches: You will be poor and miserable. Judas: I may be poor, but I will not be miserable if I am with Him. Riches: He will not give you money. Judas: You almost convince me . . . but He will give me spiritual things. Riches: What could be better than money?

Judas: Love. And yet I should love money. Riches: Unless you betray Him, I am lost to you forever. Judas: No, it shall not be. For money I would do anything. I cannot bear the thought of being poor. To-morrow I shall go to the chief priests and tell them of my decision. I shall tell them where to find Jesus. My mind is made up, and I will go early in the morning. Love, in horror, leaves the stage, leaving Greed and Riches triumphant. —Beverley Grant, 13 years, L.V.a, Fitchett.

My Morning Picture. When I look out of my window What can I see? Bright green lawns, a hedge, And a red camelia tree, A birdie's bath, a sun dial That counts the happy hours, A border of bright-eyed daisies, And quaint old-fashioned flowers. I often think of that garden When I am at school, And I think I see the birdies Splashing in their pool. —Valda Vaughan, 7 years, Form III., Fitchett.

The Wireless. When you are lonely And everything's done, Just turn on the wireless And have some fun. You'll hear some jokes, Some tunes and songs, And tales of those Who avenged their wrongs. They, put on plays Like Dad and Dave, Then tell the way Our teeth to save. Then switch it off At end of day, And go to bed, Feeling happy and gay. —Heather Hopper, Form IV.c, 12 years, Cato.

SILVER AND GREEN The Penalty. The night was dark, the little boy in bed; The silence was eerie for poor, sleepless Ted, He heard a noise, a scuffle, something fell, He heard a clanking, as of chains, and a most unearthly yell; "A ghost!" thought Ted, "Oh dear, oh what a night!" He saw a shadow on the wall, and his hair stood up with fright. His father, on the other hand, heard a cat Tipping over the milk, on the front door mat; A mouse scuffling across the floor, A "cat's concert" on the wall next door. He heard Ted's screams, and then he said, "Nightmares for the boys who eat cheese before bed!" —Valerie East, Form IV.b, Fitchett. Sooty (Our Canary). He's the blithest little fellow In his suit of sooty yellow, With his eyes of beady black Always following your track Narrowly. He's a timid little fellow, In his coat of sooty yellow, Always 'f raid of this or that, Always watching for a cat Timidly. He's a sweet-voiced little fellow In his coat of sooty yellow, Singing, though the skies be grey, Always happy, always gay, Though not free. He's a thankful little fellow In his suit of sooty yellow, When he's given a piece of thistle How he'll whistle, whistle, whistle Thankfully. He's a patient little fellow, In his suit of sooty yellow, Never grumbling when not fed. (How we'll miss him when he's dead!) Our Sooty. —Ailsa Thomson, IV.a, Cato.

Kookaburras at Dawn. These birds belong To legend and old song: The nightingale that makes Music in moonlit trees; The snow-plumed swan that sails Down cold and glittering lakes, Or takes The Valkyr's path high over northern seas; The peacock proud In storied gardens; and the lark that hails Eternally Morning with melody; The cuckoo "singing loud," When "summer is a-coming in"; the fleet Swallow; the mavis trilling clear and sweet: All these and more belong To legend and old song. But, oh, I heard, I heard, The kookaburras filling all the grey Twilight before the glimm'ring dawn of day With laughter rippling through Dark gum-trees high, Hanging their leafy tapestries, wind-stirred, Against the silv'ry sky, So soon to glow with rose and flooding blue. I heard the symphony Of rippling mirth While the awakening earth Was chill with dew. Oh, then I knew, I knew Singers unborn Would weave through the long centuries to be Into Australian song and legend new, The gaiety Of kookaburras laughing in the morn. —Petera Campbell, Pass VI.a, Berry. Shadows. Shadows of dancing poppies on the grass, Shadows of hurrying people as they pass Along the street, where happy children play— A changing pageant of shadows all the day. Shadows of trees on wind-swept, rippling corn, Shadows of tiny flowers at the dawn, Shadows of ships on the shining, silver bay— A changing pageant of shadows all the day. --Beverley Grant, L.V.a, Fitchett.

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"Meridian." I. The day is quiet, Breathless, The air motionless; So hot, All is hot; Dust lies, Leaves hang still In bright light And shadow; Lizards bask in heat, Scurry, and pause. A breath moves; Leaves stir . . . All is still again. Leaves and twigs whisper In anxious quiet. Dust flutters . . . And is still; Ants hurry blindly on To prepare For what may come. Leaves rustle in rising wind, Water is rippled and dimpled, Dust is whirled and cast aside, Then all is still. Clouds begin a darkening scurry, The air is hot, dry, panting. The sun winks through clouds, Dusty leaves begin to toss. II. The dust whirls madly, The wind plays on. Trees groan and branches toss, The creek is foamed, The air is harsh, sandy, The sky darkens, the wind moans, A sigh from the east; The clouds lower; Suspense . . . A shriek from the hills, A moan which rises and approaches, The rain falls, falls, falls; The wind blows; trees toss in agony.

Then the curtain thins, blows apart; The leaves drip, The air smells cool, The dust is subdued, The air gleams, The clouds part, The light is bright So bright . . . All is calm. —Marie Chenoweth, Honour VI., Cato.

The Brook. Gurgling and laughing down the hillside, Glinting through the trees, Swift fishes darting here and there, The waiting fisher sees. Forever babbling o'er the stones, And through the meadows green, A brook, swift flowing to the sea, A thousand things has seen. —Ailsa Sefton, 10 years, IV.c, Cato.

Piccaninny Daylight. There's the least sleepy stir in the tree by the window, There's the least sleepy stir in the cot by your side. Hush! But the bird notes grow stronger and clearer. Hush! But a pair of grey eyes open wide. A little wind murmurs and scatters the flower scents, A little wind murmurs, dies down, and is still, And out of the darkness and into the morning Picaninny Daylight slips over the hill. On verandah's wide spaces, the sound of soft laughter; On the house's broad stairway, the stealth of small shoon— On the edges of slumberland voices are calling, Calling you back, and it's soon, far too soon! And two little figures stand framed in your doorway, Like wide-open pansies are brown eyes and blue, "Please, may we come into your bed? It isn't too early," And it's Big-feller Daylight for them and for you. —Petera Campbell, Pass VI.a, Berry.

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A Ballad. Once there lived a maiden fair, With starry eyes and raven hair; She loved a lad who sailed the sea When the trees were green in the forest free. The lad he sailed to many a land, Midst harbour small and city grand, But ever true to his love was he When the leaves were gold in the forest free.

The maid was moved by many a knight, With handsome face, and armour bright, But true to her sailor lad was she When the snow was white in the forest free. The lad returned to her and said, "Would you, my love, that we were wed?" Said she, "My heart I give to thee Till the trees are gone from the forest free." —Isobel Firth, Form XX., Cato.

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Wenn du bist Abwesend. (When Thou Art Absent.) Oh Nell, my sweet love, the year's at the spring, The flowers are all blooming, the little birds sing, Though all round be happy and joyous, yet I Feel something is missing when thou art not by. I miss thy sweet voice, so gentle and clear, The bird's sweetest music sounds harsh to my ear, I miss thy sweet smile, the grave look in thine eye, For something is missing when thou art not by. The flowers are gay with raiment divine, But none is so lovely, so lovely as thine. The day's golden orb shines bright in the sky, But something is missing when thou art not by. The sweet scents of Spring, perfumes heavensent; The sea's rippling smoothness on me are illspent, The green of the trees, the white clouds on high, Still something is missing when thou art not by. —Ailsa Thomson, IV.a, Cato.

To an Old Love. (A Translation from Horace.) What slender youth, bedewed with liquid scents, Pays court to thee, fair Pyrrha, in a grove, Pleasant with fragrant breath of many a rose? For whom braid'st thou thy burnished auburn hair, So dainty in thy sweet simplicity? Alas! how often shall he weep, his faith Now altered, and the gods, now altered too. As by dark winds the level seas are tossed, The innocent shall marvel, he who now, Trustful, enjoys thee, golden as thou art, Who hopes that thou wilt ever open be, And lovable; ah, little does he know The traitorous breeze. 0 poor unhappy ones, On whom, untried, thou smilest! While for me The sacred temple, with a votive slab, Marks that my garments, dripping, have been hung To the Almighty God who rules the sea. --Barbara Taylor, Pass VI.b, Cato.

Warsaw. He seized me with his fierce cold hands, His eyes were like two smouldering fires That burned into my brain. And he was like some outcast thing, Doomed from another far-off world, To wander here in vain. I turned away, I did not dare Again to look on him . . . "It is a city of the dead!" He said. I walked among the tumbled stones, I heard the echoes sigh like ghosts Across the tortured land; In purple kindness, twilight wove A veil to hide the tragedy, With tender, trembling hand "It is a city of the dead!" She said. I heard them shatter that proud calm With flags and drums and shouting men; The conqueror came in pride, The trumpets shrilled, and blood-red flowers Were strewn upon the streets of death, But fear rode by his side; He saw beyond that gaudy pomp A far more gallant train— "It is a city of the dead!" He said. —Heather Bremer, Honour VI., Krome.

Youth. A carefree youth upon a hilltop stood, Watching the far-off sea, the near-by wood, Watching the clouds that clustered round the sun, And sometimes veiled her like a beauteous nun, Who, though her smile is hid, still by her grace Hides not the wond'rous beauty of her face. The gay youth's name was Pan. In his brown hand He clasped his pipes, which now and then were fanned With gentle breath blown through the smiling lips From pouted cheeks, till trills and airy dips Of fairy music play'd by a fairy boy, Rose from his pipes and filled the earth with joy.

SILVER AND GREEN The sun sank low; the sky was burning red, The breeze toyed with the locks on Pan's dark head; And he was lonely, on the dark'ning hill, Evening was coming fast, the breeze was chill. Soon came the first pale star, later the moon. Pan, on his pipes, now played a softer tune. In the dim vale a goddess heard him play, Knew he was lonely, was no longer gay, Called to him softly, but he heard and came, Ran down the hillside, called her by her name, Found her and loved; together, hand in hand, They trod the moonlit path to fairyland. —Nance McKenzie, Dip.C, Krome.

Notre Symbole. Nous sommes tres fieres De notre cher symbole— Une etoile brilliante Qui signifie l'ecole: Une etoile qui nous mene Pour monter jour a jour Vers les plus dignes oeuvres A quoi ii y a recours. —Lesley Leask, Pass VI.b, Fitchett.

Sunshine. I love the sunshine everywhere, In wood, and field, and glen; I love it in the busy haunts Of town-imprisoned men. I love it where the children lie Deep in the clovery grass, To watch among the twining roots The golden beetle pass. I love it on the breezy sea, To glance on sail and oar, While the great waves like melted glass Come surging to the shore. Oh, yes, I like the sunshine, Like kindness or like mirth Upon a person's countenance Is sunshine on the earth. Upon the earth, upon the sea, And through the crystal air, On piled-up clouds, the gracious sun Is glorious everywhere. —Margaret Timewell, V.d, Cato.

31 Australia.

We all love Australia, Whatever we may be, A soldier or an airman, Or a sailor of the sea. We all love Australia, And if honour we can earn, We'll not run from danger Tho' we may ne'er return. We all love Australia, Old and young the same. We'll fight hard for her honour, And to defend her name. —Betty Matthews, Form IV.c, Berry.

Spring. Buds in their pale green dresses Adorn the old brown tree, But when touched by Spring's caresses They turn into big green leaves. Then with blossoms they mingle, Such a pretty sight to see. Soon ripe fruit will be hanging On that dear, brown old tree. Now the birdies come a-chirping, And the fruit they mean to take, So to frighten off the birdies A scarecrow we must make. —Greta Gjersvik, 9 years, Form Ina, Berry.

"IN NURSERY LAND" A PLAY. Characters: King Cole, Fairy Queen, Little Bo-peep, Little Miss Muffett, Little Boy Blue, HumptyDumpty, Little Jack Homer, Mary Quite Contrary, Little Polly Flinders, Jack, Jill, Peter (Boy), Audrey (Girl), Nanny (Nurse), Fairies. Scene One. In a Nursery. Nanny: Now, children, get to bed quickly. Audrey, Peter (together) : Yes, Nanny, we will. (They get into bed.) Nanny: Good-night, children. Sweet dreams. Audrey: Good-night, Nanny. Peter: Good-night. Nanny: Sshhh (She leaves the room.)

SILVER AND GREEN Scene Two.

(Children are in bed, when they hear a rustling outside.) Audrey: Oh listen, Peter! Can you hear that rustling? I wonder what it is! Peter: Never mind, Audrey, it is only Nanny, or Mother, or Father; there is no harm. (The door opens and eleven little fairies enter.) Fairies: Oh, here we are, We little mites; We'll take you now To "Fairy Heights." Audrey: What a sweet song! Peter: Yes, my word, is it true? Fairies: Of course. Audrey: But how are we to get there? First Fairy: We will take you. Audrey: What is it like? Seventh Fairy: Oh, there are little Bo-peep, and Jack Horner, and Little Boy Blue, and Fourth Fairy: Yes, and Mary Quite Contrary, and King Cole, and everyone you could think of. Tenth Fairy: Jack and Jill, too. Peter, Audrey (together): Oh, how lovely! Fairies: Well, come on. Get a coat on and some shoes. Peter: Oh! Goody-goody! Scene Three. (They are at Fairy Heights.) Third Fairy: Here is Little Bo-peep. Audrey: What are you crying for, Bo-peep? Bo-peep: I have lost my sheep. Peter: I will help you find them. Bo-peep: Thank you all the same, but you must get home before the break of day, and meet many other nursery friends before that. I will find them. Good-bye. Peter and Fairies: Good-bye. Audrey: Who will we go to see next, Fairies? Second Fairy: We are now going to see Mary. Ninth Fairy: Yes, see over there; that is her garden. See the silver bells, and cockle shells, and pretty maids, all in a row. Audrey: Oh, yes! Look, Peter! Peter: Yes, it is just like that poem, in your Nursery Rhyme Book at home.

Fairies: Hullo, Mary! How does your garden grow? Mary: Oh, I am just watering it now; giving it its daily drink. Audrey: Oh, I see. Well, we had better be going now; we have to be back before the break of day, so good-bye. Peter: Good-bye, Mary. Mary: Good-bye, my friends. Sixth Fairy: Now we will go to see some other nursery friends of yours. Fifth Fairy: There is Her Majesty the Queen. And there is King Cole calling for his pipe, his bowl, and his fiddlers three. Will we go and see them? Audrey: Oh, let's, please, Fairies. Eleventh Fairy (Fairy of Luck): Here we are. Hullo, Your Majesty. Peter: How do you do, Your Majesty? Queen: Hullo, my little friends; and how are you? Audrey: Very well, thank you, Your Majesty. King Cole: Would you like to see some Nursery Friends, Peter? Peter: Yes, thank you; we have already seen some of them. King Cole: Well, here is Little Boy Blue, blowing his horn. Audrey: Yes; look at the sheep in the meadow, and the cows in the corn. Just like in my Nursery Rhyme Book at home. Peter: But where is the boy that looks after the sheep? King Cole: Oh, he's under the haycock fast asleep. Peter: Oh, yes! "Little Boy Blue, Come, blow your horn, The sheep in the meadow, The cow's in the corn, But where's the boy that looks after the sheep? He's under the haycock, fast asleep." King Cole: Well, good-bye; see you later, Boy Blue. Queen: Good-bye. Children: Good-bye. (They walk on further.) King Cole: Now here is Humpty Durnpty, sitting on the wall. (A crash is heard.)

SILVER AND GREEN Audrey: Oh, look! Poor Humpty Dumpty. He just fell off that wall. (All cry sorrowfully.) Peter: Look! Here are all the King's horses and all the King's men. Queen: But they don't seem to be able to put him together again. Audrey: No; poor Humpty Dumpty. King Cole: Never mind, Audrey, here is Jack Horner. Jack Horner: Oh, King Cole, please give me something other than this Christmas pie! King Cole: Not to-day, Jack, we must be going now. Good-bye then, King Jack Homer: Orrr Cole. Queen: Here are Jack and Jill, going up the hill, to fetch the water from the well. (They Watch them a while.) Audrey (cries out) : Look, Peter, they are tumbling down the hill now. Peter: And the water is spilling everywhere. (Jack and Jill roll down the hill, then stand up and speak to Audrey and Peter.) Jill: Jack, you would pull me down that hill. Jack: Well; I couldn't help it. Jill: Yes, you could if you tried. Audrey: Don't argue, please, Jack and Jill; we are not allowed to do that at home. Peter: You had better go home now. Jill: Good-bye. Audrey and Fairies: Good-bye. Queen: Look in that shed. Little Polly Flinders is sitting among the cinders, warming her pretty toes. Audrey: Yes; will we go and see her? Queen: There is no time really, but you could call out. Peter: Hullo, Polly Polly Flinders: Hullo! King Cole: Well, Polly, we really must be going now. Come on, children; we will go to see Miss Muffett now. Good-bye, Polly! Polly Flinders: Good-bye, King Cole. Queen: There is Miss Muffett, sitting on her tuffet, eating her curds and whey. Peter: And look at the spider, sitting down beside her. Queen: Hullo, Miss Muffett. Miss Muffett: Good-day, Your Majesty. Who are the little girl and boy with you?

King Cole: Oh, that's Audrey and Peter, who have come to see you. (Clock chimes in distance.) Queen: Did you hear? That was the chapel clock, striking two o'clock. Audrey: We had better be going, then. Peter: Yes; but how are we to get home? Fairies: Just shut your eyes, while we count twenty. Eleventh Fairy: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20. Open your eyes now. Audrey; Oh, Peter, here we are! Here in our beds. Audrey and Peter: Oh, thank you, fairies, for the lovely time you gave us at Fairy Heights. We'll never forget it. Fairies (waving happily) : Thank you. Good. bye, dears. The End. —Estelle Nicholls, IV.d, 10 years, Berry. Evening. Twilight spreads her soft grey veil Over mountain, plain, and dale, Stars peep out, to watch the day Over mountains fade away. Buttercups their petals fold, Hiding all their gleaming gold, Dainty daisies bow their heads, Evening fairies leave their beds. Out upon the meadows green, Tiny lights are seen to gleam, Glow-worms give their tiny light, Happy spirits of the night. Mother moon peeps o'er the hill, Sees the world is sleeping still, Whispers softly to the trees, Swaying in the cool, cool breeze. When the dawn comes o'er the lea, Take my hand and come with me; I will show you, blue as sky, Flowers where sleeping fairies lie. —Margaret Mawson, Form XX., Fitchett.

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34 Cottage Garden.

Along the path, and by the wall, There lies a cottage garden small. Carrots, with their wispy locks, Are mingled with the hollyhocks. Fat melons bask, and in their flowers Drowsy bees spend sunny hours, Sucking from each yellow cup Floury pollen, drinking up Deep-drawn draughts of ecstasy, 'Tis nectar to the clinging bee, Which, drugged and heavy with her store, Drones slowly off in search of more. Green gooseberries will soon be sweet, And ripe enough for us to eat, While bean-stalks round the fruit tree boles Twist fine green creepers into holes, And twine their curling tendrils round The fallen apples on the ground. This garden fills my hours of rest With ever-changing interest. 'Tis dearest in the world to me, This haven of felicity. —Barbara Taylor, Pass VI.b, Cato.

Beauty. The sun is sinking down in the beyond, Dipping his fiery crests beneath a sea bloodred, The crimson clouds blend colour with the gold, Pale green, and mauve, he sinks into his bed. He goes, and swiftly twilight takes her way, Her shadowy dove-grey gown, and cloak of misty blue, Float shim'ring as she moves and passes by; Her footfalls echoing soft her last adieu. She, too, is gone—the night has fallen black, And Lady Moon sails onward in her hopeless quest, Seeking her lover, whom she'll never find— Who seeks too late, with gladness is not blest. She flees before the east begins to glow, Her clear and glim'ring light slips down in silv'ry bars, While 'mid the beauty of the velvet sky, Round her gather hosts of guardian stars.

The sparkling morn has come on tripping feet, The lovely, smiling dawn arrayed in glorious light; Lightly o'er crystal sea and dew-spun land, She walks, and clothes all things with splendour bright. Then comes, fleet-flowing in her sister's path, The clear-eyed day—her shining robes, green, gold, and blue— Are widely flung o'er hill and sea and vale, Her radiant glance clothes all in lovely hue. Again the sun has dipped into the west, Again the gorgeous clouds pursue their King at last, Once more comes creeping night with muffled step, And never, never is the beauty past. —Jean Kemp, V.a, Berry.

Thoughts at Dawn. The poets greet each dawning with a song, With voice uplifted in the praise of morn. The rooster, too, uplifts his—is it voice?— At the first streak of sun across the sky: And there's at least one other thing which lifts Well, noises anyway, at crack of dawn, And that's a clock, harsh-voiced alarum clock, Which wakes from gentle, soothing beauty sleep (All too well needed), to disturbing thoughts Of physics formulae and Latin verbs, One student, candidate for Leaving Pass. And does she leap from bed with singing heart And run to welcome day with smiling face? Ah no, she silences peace-shatt'ring clock With one hand, with the other pulls the clothes Once more above her sleepy towsled head: She stays thus, till she can no more delay, And then, unwilling, creeps from 'twixt the sheets, To dress in haste, and turn her thoughts unto The home work to be done ere breakfast time. "Ah well," she thinks, "it's only a few weeks Till Christmas holidays begin, and then I'm sure I'll never, never rise till ten." —"Early Bird," Lesley Leask, Pass VI.b., Fitchett.

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To the Spring. Springtime! That time of the year sacred to mosquitoes and various other forms of insect life just awakening from their winter slumber! Those days of humid heat, followed by drizzly showers, which delight in spoiling, at the last moment, our plans for Springtime revels. Those weeks when sniffles are prevalent, and hay fever descends upon certain members of suffering humanity! Oh poets! 0 ye who write melodies in ecstatic praise of the Queen of seasons! I wonder if you are ever infected with sniffles! 0 lovers! Does hay fever ever disturb your happy dreams? Oh artists, who delight in painting the budding countryside! Do mosquitoes ever buzz around your inspired heads? Oh Spring! Men have sung thy praises for generations! Who am I to quote the opinion of the mere millions who are not poets or artists, and are not in love? —Isobel Firth, Form XX., Cato.

Song of the Seasons. Pale, pink blossoms, Soft as tinted snow, On the strong brown branches Of the almond grow. A breath of spring wind whispers, And makes some petals fall; Gently downwards sailing, They answer to its call. Leaves, some orange, Some flame-like red or brown, From the knotted oak-boughs Are made to flutter down— Wildly swirling, scattering, too, Rustling as they go— By the cold bleak autumn wind That heralds winter's snow. —Lesley Leask, Pass VI.b, Fitchett.

Mouse Notes This year, although there have been minor space restrictions, and the Houses were unable to hold many meetings, the different events which take place every year were well organised and well attended. A very exciting afternoon was spent at the Glenferrie Oval, where we held our „sports, Krome defeating Fitchett by only one point, and thus winning the "Bettye Hammon" Cup. The swimming sports were also very exciting, especially in the last heat, "School" against "House." "House" won the race with a fair margin between them and "School." Fitchett, winning most of the heats, won the swimming. The various Inter-House matches were won in basket-ball by Berry in the senior section, Cato in the intermediate section, and Krome in the junior section. The tennis was won by Fitchett in the senior and intermediate sections, and in the junior section by Cato. Rain delayed tl-e Cato v. Berry match twice. Cato held a house party during First Term. The party was a great success, arid -all—erijoved themselves. The variety cf games was sur-

prising, and the House captain was glad that so many girls came to share the fun. On Friday, 13th October, we held the Flower Show. The arrangement of flowers was very ingenious, Berry making an attractive cave effect, with flowers in the inner part as well as on the outside. Flowers were massed in profusion, and many dainty sprays of pansies and other flowers were eagerly bought. The House committees decided that the money raised should go towards a large Bible for our new Chapel. Mrs. Wood kindly judged the stalls, and decided that Berry should win, with Fitchett second. Krome won the debating contests after a vigorous tussle with Fitchett. Fitchett won the Senior School Choral Contest this year, the intermediate section of which was won by Berry. After a happy and eventful year, we should like to extend our thanks to the House Mistresses, House Captains, and Sports Captains for the hard work and co-operation they hate given, and also to Mrs. Wood and members of the staff who liave judged the different events this year. —B.T.

ASSOCIATE PREFECTS. Standing (left to right): J. Eggleston, M. Wragg, E. Manfield, J. Twyford, H. Steiner, K. Stringer, P. Campbell, A. Paul. Sitting (left to right): R. Carne, Joan Day, I. Chenoweth, G. Wilson, M. Chenoweth, C. Hooper.

TENNIS TEAM. Back Row (left to right): M. Wragg, D. Whittaker, R. Walker (vice-captain), J. Eggleston. Front Row (left to right): G. Beasley, L. Barnett (captain), S. Daley, R. Williams (vice-captain).

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ATHLETIC SPORTS, 1939. The Athletic Sports this year were to have been held on Friday, 12th May, but, owing to bad weather, were postponed till the following Wednesday, 17th. Although fine, the track was very heavy and slippery, consequently times were poor. At the end of a very thrilling day excitement was even more intense when the "School" relay team defeated "House." The trophies were not presented on the day owing to lack of time, but on Monday at Assembly. We would like to thank Mrs. Grove, who so graciously presented the trophies, also Miss Blaxland, Miss Jean, the Staff, and Members of the Sports Committee, who helped to make the sports such a great success. We congratulate Krome House on winning the coveted cup. -D.J. Detailed results are as follow:Final House Points-1, Krome, 87; Fitchett, 86; 3, Cato, 761; 4, Berry, 461. Senior Baseball Throwing-1, R. Walker (C.); 2, L. Barnett (F.); 3, G. Beasley (B.). Distance, about 60 yds. Intermediate Baseball Tbrowing.-1, D. McTaggart (F.); 2, M. Lawson (B.); 3, M. Rayner (C.). Distance 50 yds. Junior Baseball Throwing-1, M. Hore (C.); 2, D. Clarke (K.); 3, B. Smith (F.). Distance, 35 yds. Senior Diamond Throwing-1, Fitchett House; 2, Krome House; 3, Cato House. Time, 60% sec. Junior Flat Race, 50 yds (under 12 years) 1, Audrey Fleming (C.); 2, D. Clarke (K.); 3, F. Summons (B.). Time, 7 sec. Intermediate Flat Race, 100 yds.-1, M. Hislop {F.); 2, P. Gale (K.); 3,. M. Walklate (F.). Time, 12% sec. Senior Flat Race, 100 yds.--1, D. Johnson (F.); 2, M. Bridgborn (K.); 3, N. Roediger ( ). Time, 12 sec.

Junior Tunnel Ball-1, Cato House; 2, Krome House; 3, Berry House. Time, 85 sec. (record). Intermediate Catch the Train Race---1, S. Flintoff (K.); 2, A. Watts (K.); 3, M. Gardiner (K.). Junior Flat Race, 50 yds (12 years and over) -1, G. Paul (K.); 2, S. Bissett (C.); 3, D. Punton (F.). Time, 7% sec. Senior Egg and Spoon Race, 50 yds.-1, D. Howard (K.); 2, R. Johnston (K.); 3, M. Hutchins (C.). Intermediate Sack Race, 50 yds.-1, N. Edmunds (B.); 2, M. Albiston (K.); 3, M. Lyons (C.). Time, 10 sec. Senior Flat Race, 75 yds.-1, D. Johnson (F.) ; 2, M. Bridgborn (K.); 3, B. Snowball (K.). Time, 91 sec. Senior "B" Flag Race, 75 yds.-1, Krome House; 2, Fitchett House; 3, Cato House. Time, 871 sec. Intermediate Flat Race, 75 yds.-1, M. Hislop (F.); 2, J. Thomas (B.); 3, B. McLean (B.). Time, 10% sec. Junior Flat Race, 75 yds.-1, A. Fleming (C.) ; 2, S. Bisset (C.); 3, G. Paul (K.). Time, 10Yr, sec. Senior "Biscuit and Balloon" Race-1, L. Taylor (K.); 2, G. Watsford (F.); 3, L. Green (C.). Time, 78 sec. Junior Skipping Race-1, M. Knott (C.); 2, C. Mellor (C.); 3, T. Lavender (K.). Time, 7 sec. Senior Overhead Ball Competition-1, Fitchett House; 2, Berry House; 3, Cato House. Time, 87+ sec. Intermediate Passball Competition-1, Krome House; 2, Fitchett House; 3, Cato House and Berry House. Time, 70 sec. Junior Potato Race-1, H. Hopper (C.); 2, A. Fleming (C); 3, D. Clarke (K.). Time, 171 sec. Senior Cover Spry Competition-1, Fitchett House; 2, Cato House; 3, Berry Hodge. Time, 1001 sec. Intermediate Circular Relay--1, Berry House; 2, Cato House; 3, Krome House. Time, 37 sec. Old Collegians' Race, 50 yds. 1, M. Leversha (B.); 2, J. Vincent (C.); 3, J. McAliece (B.). Time, 71 sec.

HOCKEY TEAM. Left to Right: K. Stringer, P. Frazer, Joan Day, E. Smart, J. Fisher, M. Rouch, J. Murray, P. Fleigner, M. Masters, A. Fisher (vice-captain), R. Carne (captain).

BASKET-BALL TEAM. Back Row (left to right): M. Bickford, M. Jackson (captain), M. Hunter. Kneeling: B. McConchie, B. Roberts. Front Row: K. Roberts, N. Hutchinson.

BASEBALL TEAM. Back Row (left to right): J. Thompson, R. Walker (vice-captain), L. Barnett (captain), D. Johnson, B. McConchie. Kneeling: D. Whittaker, G. Beasley. Front Row (left to right): M. Bickford, J. Eggleston, M. Jackson.

ATHLETICS TEAM. Back Row (left to right): J. White, M. Bridgborn, N. Roediger, D. Whittaker. Front Row (left to right): L. Barnett, D. Johnson (captain), B. Snowball.

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Junior Inter-House Flag Race, 50 yds.-1, Krome House; 2, Cato House; 3, Fitchett House. Time,, 61/ sec. Senior Inter-House "A" Flag Race, 75 yds. —1, Fitchett House; 2, Krome House; 3, Berry House. Time, 831 sec. Intermediate Inter-House Flag Race, 75 yds. —1, Berry House; 2, Fitchett House; 3, Krome House. Time, 87 sec. House v. School Relay, 75 yds.-1, School; —D.J. 2, House. Time, 82/ sec.

BASKET-BALL NOTES. At the commencement of Second Term a notice calling for entrants for the basket-ball teams was pinned on the board. About 30 enthusiastic girls entered, including three from 1938 team—Joyce Ray, Betty McConchie and Margot Jackson. Under the watchful eyes of Miss Blaxland and Miss Perkins, the first team was finally selected as follows:—Margot Jackson (capt.), Margaret Bickford, Mary Hunter, Noni Hiltchinson, Claire Curnow, Betty Roberts, Kath Roberts. The results of the matches were as follow:1st Team—M.L.C. v. P.L.C., won by P.L.C., 23-15 goals; M.L.C. v. St. Catherine's, won by M.L.C., 27-24 goals; M.L.C. v. P.L.C., won by P.L.C., 25-22 goals; M.L.C. v. Tintern, was drawn, 16 goals all. 2nd Team—M.L.C. v. P.L.C., won by M.L.C., 22-20 goals; M.L.C. v. P.L.C., won by M.L.C., 23-22 goals; M.L.C. v. Tintern, won by M.L.C., 23-16 goals. Junior Team—M.L.C. v. St. Catherine's, won by St. Catherine's, 31-11 goals; M.L.C. v. Tintern, won by Tintern, 24-4 goals. The enthusiasm and spirit in all the matches were remarkable. All the teams wish to thank Miss Blaxland and Miss Perkins. To the 1940 teams we wish the best of luck and every success.

RUNNING NOTES. Only three of the 1938 team returned this year. After several weeks' training at the beginning of First Term, the following team was selected:—Nance Roediger, Claire Curnow, Betty Snowball, Jean White, Margaret Bridghorn, Dulcie Whittaker, Le Barnett, Daphne Johnson (capt.).

On the 26th April we competed at the University Sports, where we obtained a second place to St. Catherine's, and first place in the Representatives' Race. This year we did not have a junior team, owing to lack of ground. We would like to thank Miss Perkins for the help she has given us, and to wish every success to the 1940 team.

TENNIS NOTES. This year M.L.C. again won the premiership in the Girls' Public School Association matches. As five girls of last year's team returned to school, there was great enthusiasm shown in filling the remaining three places. The team finally chosen was as follows:— Dulcie Whittaker, Joan Eggleston, Robbie Walker (vice-capt.), Rosemary Williams (vicecapt.), Le Barnett (capt.), Shiela Daley, Marjorie Wragg, Gladys Beasley, and Heather Ebbott as emergency. The team then set to work in earnest under the weekly coaching Mr. O'Hara Wood, and were successful in winning all matches except one, when we drew with M.C.E.G.G.S. The Association results are as follow:— M.L.C. v. Geelong, won by M.L.C., 4 rubbers 8 sets 59 games, to Geelong, 2 sets 29 games; M.C.E.G.G.S. v. M.L.C., drawn, 2 rubbers 5 sets 1 game each; P.L.C. v. M.L.C., won by M.L.C.,. 3 rubbers 7 sets 49 games, to P.L.C., 1 rubber 4 sets 42 games. Second Round: Geelong v. M.L.C., won by M.L.C., 3 rubbers 7 sets 49 games, to Geelong, 1 rubber 2 sets 31 games; M.L.C. v, M.C.E.G.G.S., won by M.L.C., 3 rubbers 7 sets 52 games, -to M.C.E.G.G.S., 1 rubber 3 sets 44 games. Owing to rebuilding, we have had only one tennis court available, and so all the home matches were played at Grace Park. The 2nd team played only three matches, winning against M.C.E.G.G.S. and Geelong, but losing to P.L.C. We should like to express our thanks to Miss Blaxland and Mr. O'Hara Wood for their invaluable coaching throughout the tennis season. To those who will play for M.L.C. in future —L.A., K.B. years we wish every success.

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BASEBALL NOTES. Five of the 1938 team returned to School, but competition for the three remaining places was very keen. The team finally chosen was:—Robbie Walker (vice-capt.), (pitcher), Joan Eggleston (catcher), Le Barnett (capt.) (1st base), Margaret Bickford (2nd base), Margot Jackson (3rd base), Dulcie Whittaker (short stop), Joyce Thompson (r.o.f.), Gladys Beasley (c.o.f.), Betty McConchie (l.o.f.), and Daphne Johnson and Marjorie Thomas emergencies. In the first round of the Association matches M.L.C. won only one, but we hope to do better in the second round. The Association results were:—M.L.C. v. M.C.E.G.G.S., won by M.C.E.G.G.S., 11 runs to 10; P.L.C. v. M.L.C., wort by M.L.C., 25 runs to 5; M.L.C. v. Geelong, won by Geelong, 9 runs to 1. Second Round: M.C.E.G.G.S. v. M.L.C., won by M.C.E.G.G.S., 5 runs to 3.

Then in the hockey field again We view the goal posts tall, And hear the sound of clashing sticks That urge the flying ball. On "Back to School Day" we played the Here when our hearts were strong and keen, Old Collegians, and, after a very good match, Gaily we fought our fight, we managed to beat them, 16-9. Guarding our iempers, scorning knocks, Learning to love the right. Our sincere thanks are due to Miss Blaxland We welcomed the hockey season with great and Mr. Quin for the time they have spent pleasure, and owe much to Miss Jean Blaxland in giving us valuable coaching. L.A., K.B. for the encouraging way she coached us. The first XI is as follows:—J. Murray (I.w:), P. A Stormy Sea, Fliegner (1.i.), K. Stringer (c.f.), P. Frazer sea is rising, rising, leaping up the sand, The (r.i.), E. Smart (r.w.), J. Fisher (l.h.b.), M. Rouch (c.h.b.), Joan Day (r.h.b.), A. Fisher The breakers roll and roar and thunder, (vice-capt.) (1.b.), R. Came (capt.) (r.b.), Grey tops over, white curls under, M. Masters (goalie). There are only two teams Eddies on the edges whirl, then mingle in the Association who play hockey, namely With a crashing, splashing single M.C.E.G.G.S. and M.L.C. We congratulate Wave which engulfs them all. —Shirley Smith, Pass VI.a, Cato. Grammar on winning, the scores being 8-1, 5-2. After a very interesting practice match ACKNOWLEDGMENT OF Lauriston won, 6-0. CONTEMPORARIES. We were hoping to visit Adelaide this wishes to acknowledge, with The Editress season, but, owing to the measles epidemic, the trip was postponed. Miss Blaxland, however, thanks, the receipt of the following magazines: cheered us up by saying that we may have a "Coo-ee," "Green and Gold," "The Mitre," chance to entertain the Adelaide M.L.C. hockey "The Carey Chronicle," "The Australian InterCollegian," "M.C.E.G.G.S. Magazine," "Palgirls next year. We were indeed sorry to lose Miss Jean Blax- las," "The Wesley College Chronicle," "The land at the end of the season. Before she left Melburnian," "The Michaelian," "The Tasfor Western Australia we presented her with two manian Methodist," "Patch-work," "The Ruybooks. We wish her every success and happi- tonian," and any others which may have been inadvertently omitted. ness.

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he Voice of the School To the Editress of "Silver and Green." Dear Madam,— As a It arassed -writer of School notes, I implore that a School reporter be appointed at the commencement of forthcoming-years for the express purpose of recording all School functions. This would relieve the distress felt immediately before the publishing of "Silver and Green." The holder of this position could be made a School officer, and appointed at the same time as the prefects, etc. I suggest that the reporter be a girl who is going to take up journalism as a career. It would be excellent practice for her.—Yours faithfully, Agonised Author. (After similar gruelling experiences, these suggestions drew tears of joy from our eyes.— Ed.) To the Editress of "Silver and Green." Dear Madam,— Our Speech Night has always been popular with those connected with the School, and it was none the less so last year. But, although the excellence of the singing was highly praised, there was one small complaint. The prize-giving was thought to be rather long drawn out, and it was suggested by one of the audience that instead of each girl coming up separately, the prizewinners should come up in Forms (unless, of course, there was an exceptional Form which was so brilliant that the Melbourne Town Hall platform could not hold all its members). I think it would be just as, successful,, and not so long. In fond hopes of your understanding my Jumbo. argument, I am, yours truly, (I hear that this plan is being adopted this year.—Ed.) To the Editress of "Silver and Green." Dear Madam,— I submit for due consideration a suggestion which, if put into operation, will, I am certain, meet with the wholehearted approval of the scholars of 'this wonderful School. My suggestion is that at all Parents' Days and other functions to which parents are

invited the staff ();es, Mr. and Mrs. Wood and Dr. Wade included) should wear numbers on their backs the same as footballers. Of course the feelings of the staff would be no concern of ours. By means of identification lists, which could be typed by the typewriting class and sold for a small sum, identities could be discovered, and the Red Cross funds would benefit. Think what a burden would be taken from the girls! Gone would be the bugbear of these functions, when most of our time is spent in pointing out the various teachers known so well only by name.—I am, yours faithfully, Number Them, V.a, Cato House. (Such ingenuity should not go unrewarded. I venture to wopder, however, whether the staff, would be entirely willing to co-operate in such a scheme. And could we, after all, expect the individuals so labelled obligingly to turn their backs at every appropriate moment? Ed.) To the Editress of "Silver and Green." Dear Madam,— It is obvious to all who look upon the lovely new buildings that a great amount of thought and care have been put into them. And, although everybody is pleased to see the old, buildings go down to make. room for the new, there is one thing for which all of us, particularly the Old Collegians, are very thankful. The lovely old main buildings have not been demolished. Few people would have liked to see our graceful tower fall under the relentless hands of wreckers, and I think, from the many pleased remarks both from without and within the School, that the- authorities acted very wisely in leaving it standing.—Yours sincerely, Sentimental. (Such sentiments need no comment. We are sure they will be echoed by all readers.—Ed.) To the Editress of "Silver and Green." Dear Madam,— There are doubtless some advantages of having our syllabus set by the University, as it

SILVER AND GREEN keeps us up to a good, definite standard. But I fear there are disadvantages, as all the poor unfortunates who have plodded through Leaving Geography have discovered. The University cheerily and blithely prescribes that we should do five excursions. But when? As each excursion requires at least two and a half hours to do satisfactorily, it stands to reason we must miss other lessons. This plan is disturbing both to our syllabus and the mistress concerned. But it becomes worse! The disturbance is evidently so great that the most drastic of drastic measure; is taken. We have EXCURSIONS. During the year many excursions have taken place, very diverse in purpose and destination. Honour VI. and Pass VI. Geography have been to many different places in search of information. There have been several field excursions, namely to the Kew Golf Links and Black Rock, where various land formations were studied. The Melbourne Goods Depot was visited; here numerous products were noted, and the "Spirit of Progress" inspected. A unique and interesting excursion was made on a Harbour Trust launch to view the port of Melbourne. So far only one factory excursion has been made, that being to Australian Glass Manufacturers, where all the processes in making of glass and bottles were seen. Now the girls are looking forward to a visit to a model dairy. During the term Black Rock and Ringwood were invaded by our Intermediate botany class. They had a very interesting time collecting th e numerous specimens found there. The domestic science girls are also awaiting excursions to the State Electricity Commission and to the Robur Tearooms. The Pass British history girls went for a very enjoyable excursion round the east of Melbourne, seeing many historical buildings. After walking up William Street, Miss Lindsay took them to St. James's Old Catl edral, where they spent a very interesting two hours. The sub -intermediate forms visited the Royal Agricultural Show, and returned with a great deal of information, but no samples.

to give up our precious Saturday afternoons to them. That is almost too much for flesh and blood to bear. So where, oh where, do the powers-that-be expect us to find tl e time? It is beyond my simple comprehension.—Yours sincerely, Depression. (The reply is obvious. And what could be more delightful than a sunny Saturday afternoon spent in idyllic surroundings, listening to the trilling of the birds and studying such intriguing subjects as rock formations and strata?—Ed.) A large group of girls attended a perform. ance of Milton's masque, "Comus," by the girls of the Melbourne Church of England Grammar School. They were very impressed not only by the fine acting, but by the fact that all costumes, stage effects and lighting had been prepared entirely by the girls. The Honour VI. French students paid a very interesting visit during Second Term to the Kelvin Hall, where they saw enacted a modern French drama, "Les Romanesques." Miss Betts took a small party of Pass VI.b girls to an evening performance of "The Importance of Being Earnest," by Oscar Wilde, which all greatly enjoyed. A large group of music students attended one of Dr. Malcolm Sargent's unique children's concerts during Second Term, and spent a most enjoyable afternoon. The music students also eagerly looked forward to and greatly enjoyed the music drama, "Hiawatha," in the Exhibition Building, which was one of the features of the spring carnival. A group of girls from Pass and Honour were kindly taken by Miss Lindsay to the "Herald" exhibition of modern art at the Melbourne Town Hall, and, as a consequence, many have become ardent devotees of some very extraordinary forms of modern art. In conclusion, we would like to thank all the mistresses who, by giving up their valuable time, have made these excursions possible. —B.S., P.C., M.M., H.B.

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E. j Cato IIN• ranch ELSTERNWICK. NOTES FOR THE YEAR. Office-bearers for 1939. Senior Prefect, A. Cumming. House Captains: Kooyong, M. Colborne-Veel; Kerrie, J. Smith; Kittani, M. Howard; Kawarau, M. Alford (Term I.), J. Gibbs (Terms II., III.). Prefects, Y. McClelland, M. Reece, B. Symes, L. Roberts. Form Captains: V., J. Neville; LV.a, J. LV.b, June Smith; IV.a, J. Shugg (Term I.), V. Harris (Terms II., III.); IV.a Extra, D. McClelland; IV.b, S. Gatenby (Terms I., II.), P. Lawrence (Term III.); IV.c, S. McKay; IV.d, J. Body; III.a, M. Hansford; III. and II., R. Goodland; I., G. Molony. Sports Captains: Tennis, B. Symes; Basket-ball, M. Colborne-Ve ; Baseball, J. Smith; Athletics, A. Cumming. Magazine Editresses, L. Roberts, M. Reece. Examination Successes. The following are the Public Examination results for 1938:—Leaving Certificates were obtained in six subjects by B. Snowball, J. Cornell; in five subjects by J. Peverill, P. Dilena, while F. White passed in four subjects. In the School Intermediate Examination complete passes were obtained by M. Alford, A. Armstrong, S. Beebe; A. Cumming, A. Duguid, J. Gibbs, Y. McClelland, J. Pearson, ID. Phil lips, L. Roberts, A. Tims; while B. Symes, M. Howard, N. Lumsden arid B. White passed in four subjects.

Events of the Year. Nineteen hundred and thirty-nine has been a memorable year, and one of continued progress for the Fred. J. Cato Branch. Welcome to Miss White. At our initial Assembly, Mr. Grove and representatives of the College Council were present to extend a welcome to the new VicePrincipal, Miss L. M. White, who, we hope, will have many happy years with us. Farewell to Mr. Grove. On the evening of 18th May the parents, present and past pupils, teachers and members

of the College Council met in the Caulfield Town Hall to say farewell to Mr. and Mrs. Grove. Items of entertainment were rendered by the girls, including folk dancing and versespeaking, while the School Choir provided excellent musical numbers. The greater part of the evening was devoted to speeches, expressing our sorrow at the retirement of Mr. and Mrs. Grove, and telling them of our appreciation of the work which they have done for the School. At the close of a delightful Speech, 'Mrs. Cato presented to our VicePrincipal, White, the gold key with which the College was opened in 1931. Mrs. Karl Kumm presided; and Alice Cumming, the School Captain, Joan Kilfoyle, representing the Old Collegians, and Mr. H. J. Reece, on behalf of 'the parents, made presentations and spoke of their associations with Mr. Grove. Our former Vice-Principal, Miss Jean Brown, and. Miss White, as well as members of the Council, expressed their regret at The retirement of Mr. arid Mrs. Grove, and wished them every happiness for the future. After the speeches 'were concluded, all those present were given the opportunity of saying farewell personally to Mr. arid Mrs. Grove. Welcome to Mr. Woad. At the beginning of Second Term, Miss White and members of the Council were with us at. Assembly to welcome the Rev. A. H. Wood as Principal of the College, and to wish him every happiness in his new, work. Opening of New Block. A pleasant afternoon was spent on 15th July, when parents and friends were invited to

inspect the recently opened block of classrooms, including a Domestic Science Kitchen, an Art Studio, and a Science Room. The guests were received by the Principal and the Vice-Principal. Afternoon tea, which was prepared and served by the Domestic Science pupils, was followed by an hour of inspection of the new buildings.

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Shakespeare Day. On 22nd April Shakespeare Day was celebrated. Scenes were presented from plays studied this year, including scenes from "Henry V." (Form V.), "Twelfth Night" (L.V.a), "As You Like It" (IV.c), and "A Midsummer Night's Dream" (IV.b). An introductory talk on "Shakespeare the Man" was given by M. Howard, representing Form VI., while IV.a contributed Shakespearean songs to the programme. Illustrative epidiascope slides were shown by Miss Warren. Visits to the Gallery. During Second Term the School took advantage of the generous offer of Mr. Anderson, of the National Gallery, to speak to the girls on subjects connected with their study of art. On 25th July a group of girls from the SubIntermediate and Examination Forms visited the Gallery and listened to interesting and instructive talks on Greek buildings and vases, the works of the painters in;liom they are studying, and the potteries of Wedgwood. Later in the Term Miss White took girls from the SubIntermediate Forms to hear a talk on subjects which they are studying in art, and on 30th August the Leaving girls heard a more detailed description of Greek art. These talks were greatly appreciated by all. —L.R. A Trip to the Museum. During Second Term the girls of IV.a and IV.a Extra visited the Museum. A special study was made of the skeletons of various birds, animals, and reptiles; and some of us found the delicate, graceful skeletons of the snakes most fascinating of all. Other members of the party made sketches of the horse, the gorilla, and the human skeleton—with interesting results. The remainder of the time was spent in looking at gigantic sharks, gorgeously coloured birds, and—most popular of all—Phar Lap. The afternoon was too short for all we wished to see. —B.S. Music. Under the excellent guidance of Miss Stirling, the Special Choir of 25 has had a very successful year. In Second Term they competed in the Association Choral Contest, and, with 352 points, were second only to Shelf ord, who secured 353 points.

Much enjoyment was again experienced by those girls who attended Dr. Malcolm Sargent's Orchestral Concert for Schools, while those who heard the Viennese Boys' Choir in Second Term will long remember their "concert for schools" as an unique and delightful experience. —J.G. The School Service. Our annual School Service, held in the Elsternwick Methodist Church, was conducted by the Principal, the Rev. A. H. Wood, who preached the sermon. The lesson was rendered by the Verse-Speaking Choir, and special hymns were sung by the girls. A large number of parents and friends attended, and the service was a memorable one. "Back to School" Day. On 28th September we were pleased to welcome back to the School some of the Old Collegians. Tennis, basket-ball and baseball matches were played, each resulting in a win for the present pupils. Afternoon tea was served in the Pavilion, after which games were resumed. The present pupils were again successful in the Flag Race. The function ended at 5 o'clock, after a very —Y.McC. enjoyable afternoon. School Visitor& During the past year the School has received interesting talks from a number of visitors. In First Term we were addressed by Professor Barber, whose interesting story of the fountain which failed to run milk will be long remembered. Other visitors to the School include the Rev. E. Hansford, whose work in the Sudan, where he has laboured as a missionary for some years, has achieved miraculous results, both spiritual and intellectual. In Second Term the Senior girls were addressed by two Old Collegians, Betty Staurenghi and Floss White, both of whom are now at the University, on "University Life." These addresses were highly interesting to all. The School is also indebted to the Rev. R. Williams and the Rev. N. Graham for their addresses from time to time in Assembly. League of Nations Union. The League of Nations Union has this ye ^ a membership of sixty, and, under the guidance

SILVER AND GREEN of Miss Drake, our Junior Branch has had a successful year. Office-bearers for 1939 are: President, A. Cumming; secretary, M. Howard; treasurer, B. Symes. At the inaugural meeting Miss C. Duncan enrolled new members. Throughout the year current events have been discussed and lectures given by members on various aspects of the work of the League—"Where the League Has Failed, and Why" and "What the League Has' Done." A debate was held on the subject, "That There Should Be Conscription in Australia." On 4th August, League of Nations Day, members presented a play, and later in the day we were addressed by -a German woman, Mrs. Ashton, who told us of life in Germany, of the German Christmas festivities, and of the Hitler Youth Hostels. —M.H. Sport. Throughout the year keen interest and enthusiasm have, been displayed in all sporting activities. Athletics.—In First Term the Athletics team competed in the Rosbercon Athletic Sports, gaining second place in the Senior and first place in the Junior Inter-school Flag Races, while the senior representative, Y. Gardiner, won the Inter-school Flat Race. At our Association Athletic Sports M.L.C. was placed second. Records were broken by P. Burslem and J. Moss. The -following is an extract from Dr. Greta Hort's address at the close of the Combined Sports: "I want to thank all competitors for the pleasure they gave us by letting us watch a good game and a beautiful piece of conduct. "Sports are puzzling things to watch. They look like an assemblage of selfish people doing their best to destroy the purposes of everyone but themselves; and yet this afternoon it was certainly not a display of selfishness, but co-operation. . . . There was a living on two levels, with the selfishness deliberately put in the foreground, and at the same time kept firmly in its background setting of trust and working together. Had the foreground only been present, we should have had the sports

of tigers, or selfish people; had the background only been present, we should have had the sports of jellyfish. It was neither . . ." Slyimming.—At the Combined Sports, held on 14th March, at the Malvern Baths, our girls gained fourth place. Records were broken by B. Bickerstaff, J. Overend and J. Smith. At the Inter-House Swimming Sports, held on 7th March, Kittani gained first place, with Kooyong second, Kawarau third, and Kerrie fourth. The Senior Championship Cup was won by B. Bickerstaff, and the Junior by J. Overend. —J.S. Baseball.—This year few matches have yet been played. One match, against the Hawthorn M.L.C. Boarders, resulted in a draw, while that against the boys of Box Hill Grammar School was won by the latter. Other matches are yet to come. —J.S. Tennis.—In this year's Association matches the B Team remains undefeated after its three successes against Huntingtower„ Mentone, and Kilvington. The A Team was defeated after a keen contest by Huntingtower, but was successful against Mentone and Kilvington. Other matches are still to come. —B.S. Basket-ball.---The basket-ball team has had a fairly successful season, with many closely fought finishes. We secured third place in the Association matches, being defeated by Shelf ord and Huntingtower. Practice matches were also played against St. Michael's, Rosbercon, Waverley, and Box Hill Grammar School. -M. V. Social Service Work. A generous response was again made to the egg and jam appeals on behalf of hospitals, and to the annual appeal made by the Blind Institute. Each Form has again supported some charitable institution, those chosen including Babies' Home, City Missions, Free Kindergartens. During Second Term a fine display was given of garments made and goods collected. Walking Club. At the end of Second Term the newly formed Walking Club held its first walk, which was from Belgrave through Sherbrooke Forest. About forty girls attended, and a very happy day was spent. The next walk is to Hurstbridge.

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Magazine Club. A new departure this year has been the formation of a Magazine and Original Verse Club, open to all girls interested in the composition of original literary items. The latter are read at fortnightly meetings, and the interest and talent shown in this work have been very gratifying. With the School Play, Sports Day, Examinations, and Speech Night ahead, busy weeks lie before us to the end of a busy, but happy and successful year.

ORIGINAL ITEMS. Thoughts op the Country. (Prize for-Middle School Verse.) I never hear sweet music, Nor see a swaying tree, But I dream of the country, The- place =where I would be. The place where golden cornfields Reflect the rising sun, Where through the silent gum trees The rippling streamlets run. Wl ere skies like blushing roses Turn dreamily to blue, And soft mists cast their shimmering veils, The pale moon shining through. Oh! gladly would I fall asleep, Could I but once more see The vivid, changing country, The place where I would be. ---C. Ellis, IV.a, 13 years.

Spring. The old man Winter from the land bath fled, And in his place is come the maiden Spring. To the tall trees, that stood so bare and dead, A canopy of green leaves she did bring. On the brown boughs the blithe birds build and sing; The wattle blooms again in golden spray, And to the earth below round balls doth fling; The fields are decked with wildflowers bright and gay, And 'twixt the towering gum trees sunbeams play. —"Janice," IV.a, 13 years.

To Diana, Goddess of Sleep. Enter through my casement window, Queen of the Night! Fill my darkened bedroom With silver light. Let thy dusky, perfumed garments Veil me with sleep, While thy star attendants Twinkling watch keep. Charm me with thy sweetest visions; Bear me away To the land of slumbers Till the opening day. e," L.V.a.

Thoughts. As I stood by the yew-hedge, In a sunny, oldworld garden, And slanting, dancing shadows came and. By the maitle, moss-clad fountain, In the centre of the courtyard, There came a faintly, quaintly, fragrant scent. As I stood by the yew hedge, In a sunny old-world garden, I felt my mother there amongst the flowers— For the sunshine was her laughter, And the fountain was her sweetness, For her loving hands had built those fairy bowers. —C. Ellis, IV.a, 13 years.

Thoughts. The tall, grim city towers over all, A million people struggle in the depths. The cold,, grey rain falls down and down, Blotting out each house and town, The chilly heart of door and street,— A heap of tumbled dreams, lain at the fee: Of Industry. The tall, grey gum trees fringe the winding road, The sun shines from a sky of azure blue. Showering gold upon a field of corn, A-frolicking with lambs just newly born, The joyous monarchs of the land, A wealth of golden dreams, imprinted in the sand of time. —C.E., Form IV.a

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HOUSE CAPTAINS, F. J. CATO BRANCH. Stand:ng: Jean Smith, Margaret Colborne-Veel, Joyce Gibbs. Seated: A. Cummings (Senior Prefect), Muriel Howard.

Butterflies. Fly away, butterflies, Over the sea. Fly to a garden Or white cherry tree. Fly to the sunlight That dazzles your wings; Fly to a haven, You beautiful things. Fly to the exquisite, Fly to the fair, Fly to sweet flowers Or soft, golden hair. Fly away, butterflies, Over the sea, And then in the Summer Fly back to me. —C.E., IV.a, 13 years.

A Fantasy. A soft little breeze set out one day. To tour the world in a frolicsome way. It rustled the leaves in the gum trees tall, And the flowers all nodded in response to its call. It beckoned the sun to come out and play, And make all the children happy that day; It skipped o'er the meadows and rippled the stream That reflected blue sky with white cloudlets agleam. It danced with the sunbeams and stirred the tall grass; It blew a soft kiss to all as it passed. The air was soon filled with the song of the bird, Whose rapturous carolling everyone heard. —J. Neville, V.

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50 Blue Hills.

Blue hills, blue hills, the mist wreaths grey Weave no soft shroud for you to-day, The rising sun with golden sheen Has rolled away the misty screen— Where Winter reigned but yesterday, Triumphant Spring is holding sway. Blue hills, blue hills, far off we stand, And worship your enchanted land. —Y. McClelland, VI.

The Forest. The sun is rising in the east, And wakes the forest dim; The lark soars up into the sky, Singing a morning hymn. The cool, clear creek is flowing past Among the lofty trees; The tall, green grass amidst the flowers Is swaying in the breeze. There are the toadstools, pink and brown, The little daisies white, The bluebells in the fairy dells, And buttercups so bright. The blithe birds in the boughs above Are twittering so gay, Above the gently babbling brook, Meandering on its way. The golden sun sets in the west; The shadows longer creep; The birds fly off towards their nests; The forest goes to sleep. —M. Sicklemore, IV.a, 13 years.

A Vision of Switzerland. There is a valley, surrounded by lofty pinnacles aspiring to fame, where peace is the order of the day. There, remote from the chaos of its neighbours, nestles a tiny village on the shores of a lake whose waters, clear and colourful, reflect the beauty of the scene and the characteristics of the villagers. The little town, whose one street is cobbled, but spotlessly clean, boasts but two shops. One calls itself a pastry shop, to which come the peasants with their products of butter and

cheese, fruit and vegetables, to be exchanged. In the other lives a dear old watchmaker, who has been in the town longer than the oldest grandfather can remember, and who in his workshop has handled watches and clocks of several generations, from the oldest and largest grandfather clock down to the tiniest and most modern wristlet watch. As a hobby he carves in wood scenes depicting the customs of the town. In summer, gaily-coloured wildflowers mingle with the grass in the sloping meadows; the sun shines, and the people rejoice. In winter a mantle of snow cloaks all; the trees are bare, and the sun shines only occasionally, but the people take advantage of the scene and continue to rejoice. These people, of many races and speaking many languages, live side by side without discord. They work busily but unobtrusively, contented with their lot and grateful for the freedom and joy of their existence, for they have learnt the glory of happiness and the value of —M. Reece, VI. peace.

Rain. Where lilies lift their pearly cups unto the sky, Where violets hide in sweet refrain, Where butterflies from flower to flower fly, Here falls the splashing, silver rain. Where golden wheat waves in the laughing summer breeze, Where endless seems the verdant plain, Where gum trees lift their boughs to azure skies, Here falls the blessed, beating rain. Where ugly, lofty buildings loom above the street, Where children play about a drain, Where shoppers, rushing, pushing, hurry by, Here falls the foggy, blinding rain. O Mother Nature! This, by far thy greatest gift, Brings flowers, fruit, and golden grain. Without thy showers man could not exist. We thank thee for the heavenly rain. —J.S., L.V.a, 14 years.

BASEBALL TEAM, F. J. CATO BRANCH. Back Row (from left to right): J. Neville, N. Page, A. Cumming, G. Hopkins, J. Felsenthal, P. Boyd. Sitting: N. Spackman, J. Smith (captain), M. Colborne-Veel.

TENNIS TEAM, F. J. CATO BRANCH. From Left to Right: A. Turner, P. Boyd, M. Perry, N. Page, B. Symes (captain), M. Colborne-Veel, J. Russell, N. Spackman.

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My Doggy. I have a little doggy, He loves to play with me; I take him for a walk each day Before I have my tea. When I come home from school, He's waiting at the gate, And if I do not hurry, He seems to say, "You're late!" —R. Goodland, III.b, 9 years.

My New Umbrella. I've got a new umbrella, Like mother's, only small; Her stick is very, very long Because she is so tall. When I awaked this morning, The sun peeped through the pane; Then I was sad and longed to cry, Because I wanted rain. But oh! I was so happy. As we returned from town; I used my new umbrella, For the rain came pouring down! —Painela Burslem, Form II, 9 years.

Spring. I stood 'neath leafy canopies of green, And watched the children dancing by, Among the daffodils of gold—the Queens Of Spring, but for the swaying wattle nigh, Which surely was too beautiful to die; A country's treasure-house of gold. And yet I could not help but sigh— I knew the fluffy flow'rs must close and fold, And then return into the earth, so cold. —Carlotta Ellis, IV.a, 13 years.

The Crisis. Not a murmur can be heard Not a whisper, not a word, Not one lone person dares to face The news that may mean death to his race; That may mean death or a happier life, That may mean recourse to uncivilised strife. The storm-clouds gather, break and disperse. The world is at long last free of the curse That has clouded her face like a witch's dream. Now joy takes control and reigns all supreme. —M. Reece, VI.

The Sunset. I love to watch the sunset, To see the sun sink down Away in the dim distance, A golden ball so round: To see the palest colours Spread right across the sky, To watch the night's black curtain Drop, as the day flies by. —S. Gatenby, IV.b, 11 years.

The Man in the Moon. The man in the moon is a friend of mine. He comes out when the stars do shine; I think he lights them every one, And he never sleeps till his work is done. —S. Huggins, IV.c, 11 years.

Fantasy. I wandered by the fields of corn, And wild briars drenched with dew, And came upon a pixie ring, So soft, and pink, and new. I knelt inside the circle charmed, Then whispered wishes three, When by me stood a fairy child, A-waiting there for me. "Oh, whither wilt thou wander then?" Asked she, and curtsied low. "I'd wander in the wild green hills, To where the pixies go." She laughed, and in an instant I stood in flow'r-strewn glen; And all among the green-moss'd rocks Sat little pixie men. I played and frolicked all the day, But when the moonbeams shone, I found myself beside the hills, The little pixies gone. I turned and sadly wandered home, So strangely tired and old, And by my side there bloomed the briars, With fragrant petals fold. Across the field the moonlight stream'd, Softening the trees and glen, And there across the pearly sky Trooped all my little men. —C.E., IV.a, 13 years. Photographs by Mendelssohn Studios.

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