1943 Silver and Green by Alumnae and Archives

SILVER. AND GREEN thegagatine of the Airtflobiet Iiiadirs' ToUrge HAWTHORN JUNE, 1943

Editor: Betty Rogers

Editorial Life at School is absorbing, and full of fun and interest. There are discoveries to make, things to learn, ways to grow. But it is not enough just to take all the School offers. Each girl has something of her own to contribute, something of her own to put back into life to make it richer for herself and others. Enthusiasm, vitality, and the desire to give the best one has, typified in the men of the Renaissance, who realised the excitement and

beauty of life, and endeavoured to interpret it to others; the wonder and reverence Jesus had for life; the spirit of giving which is the essence of Christianity—all these things are worth striving after. In the words of Plomer— "Only Give more than you get, and you'll get more at last, Realise what's within you. Things move fast Only for those who are patient and free."

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School Diary February— Wednesday, 10th: The School year ' opened with the record enrolment of 881 girls, necessitating the addition of several new Forms. Friday, 12th: House meetings were- held. Monday, 15th: The Prefects for 1943 were announced in Assembly. Gold stars and hat bands were at the same time presented. Thursday, 18th: The tests for music scholarships were begun, and the agony borne by those participating continued for three and a half days. Friday, 19th: Some senior girls spoke to the School about School societies. This was followed by the reading of a few fundamental school rules by the Principal. Monday, 22nd: Form officers were announced. Friday, 26th: The successful competitors in the music scholarships were announced. March— Wednesday, 3rd: Some of the School Choir combined with the M.L.C. (Ministerial Lunch-Hour Choir) to provide the music at the Methodist Overseas Missions Demonstration, under the leadership of Rev. A. H. Wood. Friday, 5th: "There Should Be More Women in Parliament" was the subject debated by Honour and Pass, the latter taking the affirmative. Honour won by a narrow margin, 70-68. Saturday, 6th: Miss Christensen took some eighty seasoned members of the Walking Club on a hike from Wandin to Mt. Evelyn. The general result was inability to walk in a "ful semely" manner for several days. Friday, 12th: Dr. C. I. McLaren spoke to us in open period on "Japan." The Swimming Sports, held in the afternoon, resulted in a win for Fitchett. Congratulations! Wednesday, 17th: A practice baseball match was played against Tintern. We won. The juniors also played, but lost. Our juniors played five matches altogether during the term. They are a very enthusiastic team.

Monday, 22nd March: The House officers were announced in Assembly. Tuesday, 23rd March: A most successful recital, both financially and artistically, was given in Fitchett Hall by winners of music scholarships. Thursday, 25th: Another practice match against St. Catherine's resulted in a victory for our team. Friday, 26th March: We were very privileged to have Mr. Bankes Amery, of the Ministry for Food Control in England, to speak to us about the food problems of the Mother Country. Saturday, 27th: We won the first of the Association matches, against The Hermitage, the score being 18-12. Monday, 29th: Miss Luvis came to Assembly to speak to us about "Russia." April— Friday, 2nd: Rev. G. J. Stallin proved a most entertaining speaker in Open Period, relating his missionary experiences in the New Hebrides. A record was created by Sports Day dawning fine and clear, so no postponement was necessary. Congratulations to Cato, the winners. A dozen amateur debating aspirants visited Melbourne Boys' Grammar for a round-table debate in the evening. All thoroughly enjoyed themselves, and we hope much profit was gained. Tuesday, 6th: Miss Lindsay gave a book review, the first of a series of talks in the Library on "Fame is the Spur," by Howard Spring. It was so appreciated that it was repeated for the benefit of those who were not present. Wednesday, 7th April: The Prefects challenged the Staff to a basket-ball match in aid of the War Loan. Bursary Fund. Both collectors and players showed great initiative and courage. The score was 14 all. Thursday, 8th: Miss Glass gave a non-technical talk on "Wogs and What-nots." Saturday, 10th: Our basket-ball team lost to P.L.C., the score being 16-7.

SILVER AND GREEN Thursday, 15th: Ample evidence of the work being done in the new Intermediate Musical Appreciation syllabus was given by some Subintermediate girls in a recital. Friday, 16th: Mr. L. Bevan spoke in Open Period on the persecution suffered by the Chinese at the hands of the Japanese.

Indeed, most of us had failed in waiting, but the patience of the minority was rewarded when the first of the gramophone records, containing the anthem and hymns sung by our Special Choir, arrived, and were played to us. May—

Saturday, 17th: Although in the midst of exams. and very unfavourable weather, many enthusiastic supporters went to Como Park to watch the baseball match v. M.C.E.G.G.S. We lost, 17-3. Tuesday, 20th: The day of our School Communion Service in Auburn Church. The President of the Conference, the Rev. Dr. C. Irving Benson, gave the address.

Thursday, 6th: Reporters came to listen to the Glee, Madrigals and Orchestra.

Wednesday, 21st: Owing to our Easter holidays coinciding with Anzac Day, a brief memorial service was held in Assembly. Honour and the Passes presented very creditably scenes from "A Midsummer Night's Dream" and "Henry IV" respectively in commemoration of Shakespeare. Middle School and Lower Middle School Forms also gave Shakespeare play-readings. We broke up for the Easter vacation—to

Tuesday, 11th: Miss Christensen gave a talk on a novel written by a girl of nine, "The Young Visitors."

swot (?) Thursday, 22nd: Apparently not, for once more the Walking Club ventured forth on a hike from Hurstbridge to Diamond Creek. "Vednesday, 28th: Returned to school and to Exams. Thursday, 29th: "Weary wait, weary wait, till with waiting I fail."

Sunday, 9th: Our Annual Church Service was held in Auburn Church. The Principal preached on the subject "The War for the People's Soul." Dr. Floyd's hymn, "Father Eternal," was sung amongst others, and the choir sang Mendelssohn's "Hear My Prayer, O Lord" (Motet, Op. 39).

Wednesday, 12th: A section of the choir gave a very impressive rendering of the anthem by Mendelssohn and "The Snow" (with string accompaniment), by Elgar, at Melba Hall, in conjunction with the Conference of the Council for Music in Schools. Thursday, 13th: The Madrigal Singers performed most creditably, and Miss Flockart gave a talk in the first of the lecture demonstrations at the Conference of Music Teachers. Friday, 14th: A mixed debate was held in open on the subject of "Equal Pay for Equal Work," and was won by the Affirmative. First Term terminated.

School Officers, 1943 Senior Prefect.—Robbie Walker. Prefects.—Barbara Binder, Stephanie Elliott, Lorna Jay, Pat Lawrence, Judy Lee, Betty Le Pine, Leonore Marsh, Joyce Page, Margaret Rentoul, Betty Rogers, Margaret Sicklemore, Betty Terrell, Joan Thwaites, Margery Walklate, Jean Willis, Janet Wood. House Captains.—Senior: Margaret Rentoul (Berry), Robbie Walker (Cato), Margery

Walklate (Fitchett), Stephanie Elliott (Krome). Middle: Prudence Apperly (Berry), Joan Ffrench (Cato), Mimi Yees (Fitchett), Dorothy Yates (Krome). Junior: Yvonne Clarke (Berry), Pat Fleming (Cato), Barbara Joyce (Fitchett), Margaret McCutcheon (Krome). House Sports Captains.—Senior: Nancy Edmunds (Berry), Judy Lee (Cato), Laurie Miles (Fitchett), Audrey Moore (Krome).

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Middle: Gwenneth Jeffryes (Berry), Beverley Rogers (Cato), Joan Campbell (Fitchett), Jill Stuchbery (Krome). Junior: Joan Rush ( Berry) , Marion Johnstone ( Cato) , Joyce Whyte (Fitchett), Ruth Holland (Krome). Prefect. — Stephanie (Boarders) House Elliott. Wing Captains.—Margaret Corbould, Pat Greer (Senior), Kathleen Mann, Elizabeth Sloane, Ellen Stanton, Phyllis Trewhella. Magazine Committee.—Miss Lindsay, Miss L. Mitchell, Betty Rogers (Editor), Ruth Beed, Elaine Hurd, Mona Lim, Shirley Robinson, Ailsa Thomson, Joan Whiteside. Bible Study Fellowship Committee.—Miss Betts and Miss Horsman (Presidents), Margaret Rentoul (Vice-President), Ailsa Thomson (Secretary), Janet Wood (Treasurer), Linnell Wood (Corresponding Secretary), Robbie Walker, Ruth Cant, Jean Hogg, Helen Metcalfe, Nancy Nancarrow, Ailsa Sefton, Margaret Simmons, Patricia Weymouth. International Relations Group Executive.— Miss Guyett (President), Janet Wood (VicePresident), Judy Lee (Secretary), Stephanie Elliott (Treasurer), Betty Rogers (Publicity Officer), Barbara Binder (Philatelist), Nancy Edmunds, Margaret Sicklemore, Betty Knuckey. June Library Committee.—Jean Willis, Austin, Barbara Binder, Jean Davey, Loris Figgins, Leonore Marsh, Joyce Page, Margaret Reynolds, Betty Rogers, Margaret Rentoul, Wendy Taylor, Lois Thorpe, Joan Thwaites, Margery Walklate, Ailsa Thomson, Joan Whiteside, Helen Wilson, Janet Wood, Pat Greer. Debating Society.—Mrs. Nurse and Miss Powell (Joint Presidents), Betty Rogers (Secretary), Betty Knuckey, Jean Davey, Robbie Walker, Janet Wood, Ruth Beed. Walking Club.—Miss Christensen (President), Mrs. Nurse and Miss Guyett (VicePresidents), Lois Thorpe (Secretary), Wendy Taylor (Treasurer), Robbie Walker, Ruth Beed, Cecily Roberts, Joan Husband, Lois Walklate.

Form Captains.—Honour VI.: Robbie Walker. Pass VI.a: Shirley Robinson. Pass VI.b: Betty Knuckey. Pre-Nursing: Margaret Corbould. Diploma A: Lorna Jay. Diploma B; Ellen Stanton. V.a: Norma Simmons. V.b: Cecily Roberts. V.c: Linda Napier. V.d: Margaret Christian. Home Science: Pat Mitchell. Lower V.a: Enid Rowe. Lower V.b: Maureen Johnson. Lower V.c: Joyce Hiscock. Lower V.d: Joan Campbell. Lower V.e: Jean Christian. Lower V.f: Norma Curzon. IV.a: Ruth Steele. IV.b: Beverley Nicholls. IV.c: Lois Matthews. IV.d: Joan Morgan. Lower IV.a: Margret Sheer. Lower IV.b: Margaret McCutcheon. Lower IV.c: Betty Pullen. III.a: Margaret Wilson. III.b: Joan Rush. Lower III.: Estelle Binns. Sports Captains.—Honour VI.: Judy Lee. Pass VI.a: Nancy Edmunds. Pass VI.b: Dorothy Purvis. Diploma A: Joan Husband. Diploma B: Shirley Bisset. V.a: Denise Turner. V.b: Robin Wright. V.c: Kathleen Gordon. V.d: June Vincent. Home Science: Margaret Tuck. Lower V.a: Jill Stuchbery. Lower V.b: Beverley Rogers. Lower V.c: Pat Carter. Lower V.d: Wilma Fisher. Lower V.e Betty Heath. Lower V.f: Noelle Schollenberger. IV.a: Barbara Stanford. IV.b: Betty Glanville. IV.c: Joan Hollings. IV.d: Josie Dugmore. Lower IV.a: Kay Loney. Lower IV.b: Beth Judkins. Lower IV.c: Joyce Whyte. III.a: Margaret Arnold. III.b: Mavis Chew. Lower III.: Lesley Baxter. Social Service Captains.—Honour VI.: Margaret Rentoul. Pass VI.: Betty Stahl. Pass VI.b: Margaret Simmons. Pre-Nursing: Elizabeth Sloane. Diploma A: Gloria Willison. Diploma B: Lois Brown. V.a: Beverley Kiddie. V.b: Joan Wright. V.c: Ngaio Goodwin. V.d: Mavis Lenne. Home Science: Elva Marriott. Lower V.a: Deirdre East. Lower V.b: Marion Fenton. Lower V.c: Anne Fraser. Lower V.d: June Sprigg. Lower V.e: Betty Munro. Lower V.f: Betty Jenkins. IV.a: Winnie Greer. IV.b: Margaret Chan. IV.c: Nancy Dulfer. IV.d: Lorna Barrett. Lower IV.a: Janet Noske. Lower IV.b: Dorothy Marsh. Lower IV.c: June McLean. III.a: Bessie Miller. III.b: Shirley Rush. Lower III.: Catherine Childe.

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Public Examination Results December, 1942. At the University Public Examinations in December, 1942, 57 separate Honours were gained in the School Leaving Honours Examination, 48 complete passes in the School Leaving Pass Examination, and 81 complete passes in the School Intermediate Examination. Two Exhibitions (English, and British History) and one equal Exhibition (Biology) were gained. One Senior Scholarship and three University Free Places were awarded. School Leaving Honours. Six 1st class, twenty-two 2nd class, and twenty-nine 3rd class honours were gained in this examination. Individual results were:— Enid Brown-2nd class Chemistry, 3rd class English, 3rd class Botany, 3rd class Biology (University Free Place). Brenda Bundara-2nd class Biology, 3rd class English. Winsome Comport-1st class Mathematics III., 3rd class Mathematics I. Ruth Duggleby-2nd class English, 3rd class Botany. Diana England-2nd class Biology. Gwenneth Farrant-2nd class European History, 3rd class English. Rae Greenwood-2nd class English, 3rd class European History. Marion Hiscox-2nd class Latin, 3rd class French, 3rd class Geography. Netta Jones-1st class English (Exhibition), 1st class Geography (2nd place), 2nd class British History, 3rd class Drawing (Senior Scholarship). Doreen Lancaster-3rd class English. Merl Long-3rd class British History. Pat Murray-2nd class French, 3rd class German, 3rd class Biology. Frances Parkin-3rd class French, 3rd class Botany. Margaret Rentoul-3rd class English, 3rd class German. Anne Rigby-2nd class European History, 3rd class English, 3rd class Biology.

Denise Roberts-1st class Commercial Principles (3rd place), 2nd class Commercial Practice. Lois Semmens-2nd class English, 2nd class French, 3rd class European History. Valerie Sherriff-1st class Mathematics III., 2nd class Physics, 3rd class Chemistry, 3rd class Mathematics I. (University Free Place). Mary Swift-2nd English.

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Betty Terrell-2nd class Mathematics III., 3rd class Chemistry, 3rd class Mathematics I. Nancy Trewhella-1st class British History (Exhibition), 2nd class English, 2nd class Mathematics III. Margery Walklate-2nd class Biology, 2nd class European History. Betty Wicks-2nd class Biology (aeq. Exhibition), 2nd class Mathematics II., 3rd class Mathematics I., 3rd class Mathematics III. (University Free Place). School Leaving Examination. School Leaving Pass and Matriculation Certificates were gained by:—June Austin, Joan Beattie, Ivy Chew, Valerie Dixon, Doreen Draper, Dorothy Dungey, Faye Dunstan, Stephanie Elliott, Gwenneth Farrant, Valerie Fawcett, Christine Gray, Clara Kosky, Judy Lee, Mona Lim, Pauline Loh, Merl Long, Shirley McColl, Leonore Marsh, Dorothy Morris, Elaine Murdoch, Judith Nixon, Joyce Page, Meryl Perry, Margaret Robinson, Betty Rogers, Diana Short, Mary Stolz, Wendy Taylor, Ailsa Thomson, Ercil Thomson, Ellen Thorne, Lois Thorpe, Joan Thwaites, Joan Trezise, Robbie Walker, Margery Walklate, Avis Williams, Wendy Williams, Jean Willis, Gloria Willison, Helen Wilson. School Leaving Certificates were gained by: —Shirley Hardingham, Honor John, Doreen Lancaster, Betty Le Pine, Margaret Reynolds, Joan Whiteside, Janet Wood.

SILVER AND GREEN Intermediate Certificates.

Rosemary Apperly, Doris Batchelor, Marjorie Baulch, Joan Beattie, Ruth Beed, Betty Bell, Joyce Bottomer, Faye Bowman, Pamela Burr, Margaret Cadd, Phyllis Carter, Muriel Cock, Gwyn Coleman, Joy Crellin, Helen Davies, Margaret Day, Gwenda Dickins, Margaret Down, Beth Duncan, Valerie East, Nanette Edmunds, Joan Felstead, Alison Figgins, Blair Galbraith, Pat Hagerty,, Betty Hall, Marjorie Haycraft,, Helena Heath, Jean L. Hill, Betty Hodgetts, Jean Hogg, Lesley Hogg, Ellen Hoggart, Elizabeth Hooke, Gwynn Hughes, Elaine Hurd, Joan Husband, Audrey Isaacs, Elaine Jackson, June Jenkin, Elsa King, Valerie King-

Smith, Marjorie Knott, Betty Knuckey, Hilda Latimer, Margaret Leete, Beth McAlister, Gwyn McConchie, Lexie McDonell, Margaret Maxwell, Jill Meacham, Gwen Mills, Lois Murray, Nancy Nancarrow, June O'Donahoo, Jean Oldham, Elspeth Page, Jean Palmer, Kathleen Pinnock, Jean Procter, Dorothy Purvis, Pat Roberts, Shirley Robinson, Doris Rutherford, Margaret Simmons, Barbara Smith, Betty Stahl, Frances Summons, Joan Sutherland, Valda Swain, Rae Thistlethwaite, Valerie Tidd, Jean Tomkins, Phyllis Trewhella, Roma Twyford, Margaret Vickery, Joan Vizard, Robbie Walker, Margery Walklate, Edith Wentworth, Linnell Wood.

Old Collegians' University Results Before recording the details of Old Collegians' results at the University last year, special mention should be made of the high distinction attained by Joy Mills (Dux of M.L.C., 1933), resident tutor at Univ Women's College, namely, the Junior Arts Fellowship, worth £250, awarded by the International Federation of University Women, tenable at Oxford after the war, for historical research. The School warmly congratulates her, and also Dulcie Rayment (Dux of M.L.C., 1937), now of Alfred Hospital, for winning both the Harry Hindlip Green Scholarship in Medicine and the Harriet Power Scholarship in Medicine on graduating. The results of Old Collegians in included the following:—

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Dorothy Bennetts (School Music) —Passed 1st year Mus.Bac. Inez Benson (Arts and Journalism) —English B, Philosophy I.,, Political Institutions A, Botany I.

Joan Brewster (Arts) —English Literature II. 2nd class Honours, French II. 2nd class Honours, Modern History. Bernice Brokenshire (Commerce) —Commercial Law I. Rona Brown (Medicine) —Graduated. Judy Campbell (Massage) —Completed 1st year. Muriel Campbell (Arts) —French II., 1st class Honours (Exhibition), French Language and Literature of the Middle Ages 1st class Honours, English B. Petera Campbell (Arts and Journalism) — English A, French I. A, Political Institutions A, Philosophy I. Una Cato (Medicine) —Completed 4th year. Jean Clarke (Science) —Zoology I., Botany I., Nat. Phil. 1. Margaret Colborne-Veel pleted 1st year.

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Shirley Benson (Commerce) —Commercial Law II., Accountancy II., Money and Banking.

Joan Eggleston (Medicine) —Completed 1st year, Chemistry 1st class Hons., Zoology 2nd class Hons.

Heather Bremer (Arts) —Graduated. 2nd class Honours in Final examination of the School of History.

Loloma Green (Science) —Chemistry II. A, Physiology and Biochemistry I., Bacteriology I. (Honours).

VALERIE SHERRIFF, Dux of M.L.C., 1942, and University Free Place, 1942.

NETTA JONES, Exhibition in English and Senior Scholarship, 1942.

NANCY TREWHELLA. Exhibition in British H'story, 1942.

ROBBIE WALKER. Senior Prefect, 1943.

BETTY WICKS, Exhibition in Animal Biology (aeq.) and University Free Place, 1942.

ENID BROWN, University Free Place, 1942.

SILVER AND GREEN Lorna Grierson (Arts) —English Literature II. 2nd class Hons., Latin II. 3rd class Hons., British History B. Alison Hall (Music)-1st class Hons. 1st year Mus.Bac., Ormond Exhibition.

Phyllis Staurenghi (Arts and Commerce) Pure Maths. II., Theory, of Statistics, Accountancy I., Economic History.

Edith Hewitt (Medicine) —Completed 2nd year. Gwen Hewitt (Medicine) —Graduated with Honours. Betty Hookway (Arts) —British History B 2nd class Hons., Ancient History 2nd class Hons., Economics I., French I. A.

Barbara Taylor (Arts) —English Language and Literature I. 3rd class Hons., Latin I. 2nd class Hons., Ancient History I. Ruth Walker (Medicine) —Completed 4th year. Audrey Walklate (Music)-3rd year Mus. Bac. 1st class Hons. Isabel Watson, nee Appleford (Arts)-2nd class Honours in final examination of the School of History. Dulcie Whittaker (Physical Education) — Completed Diploma course. Esther Williams (Medicine) —Completed 2nd year. Rosemary Williams (Medicine) —Completed 2nd year.

Lesley Leask (Medicine) —Completed 2nd year. Anatomy 2nd class Hons., Physiology and Biochemistry 3rd class Hons. Jessie Murray (Science) —Graduated. Jean Pearson (School Music)-3rd year Mus.Bac. 2nd class Honours. Dorothy Pollock (Science) —Bacteriology I., Chemistry II., A, Physiology and Biochemistry I. (Honours). Zoe Proud (Arts) —Ancient History 2nd class Hons., Economic History 2nd class Hons., English A. (Medicine) —Graduated Dulcie Rayment with Honours; scholarships mentioned above. Heather Rentoul (Massage) —Completed 2nd year. Beryl Reynolds (Science) —Graduated. Claire 'Robbins (Arts) —French III. Annabelle Rosanove (Arts) —English A. Meryl Ross (Music) —Final year Mus.Bac. Margaret Rouch (Arts) —English Language and Literature 3rd class Hons., British History B 2nd class Hons., Ancient History I. Dulcie Sincock (Medicine) —Completed 1st year. Mary Slater (Education)-1st year Education 1st class Hons. (Hugh Childers Prize). Shirley Smith year.

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Kathleen Stringer (Science) —Graduated with Honours in Chemistry.

The School offers congratulations to all who have been successful, and regrets the omission of any names from this list. In the list published last year fitting mention should have been made of the success of Joan Parker and Eville Penn-Tonkin, who graduated in Commerce and Science respectively. Among Old Collegians taking first year courses at the University this year are the following:—Enid Brown (Science), Brenda Bundara (Massage), Winsome Comport (Arts), Dawn Davis (Medicine),, Dorothy Dungey (Music), Carlotta Ellis (Arts), Diana England (Science), Valerie Fawcett (Music), Lynette (Medicine), Mildred Fitzpatrick Firth (Science), Phyllis Fraser (Science, 2nd year), Diana Grice (Agric. Science), Netta Jones (Arts and Commerce), Clara Kosky (Arts), Merl Long (Arts), Judith Nixon (Music), Frances Parkin (Medicine), Anne Rigby (Music), Lois Semmens (Arts), Valerie Sherriff (Science), Ercil Thomson (Music), Nancy Trewhella (Commerce),. Betty Wicks (Science).

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School Activities Devotional Notes. "Turn not from this grief away, Learn of Jesus Christ to pray." This Term, our Devotional has been held, as usual, every Tuesday morning. Here we have been privileged to spend a short time in prayer and meditation, in which we have found guidance and fellowship. Before leading us in intercessory prayer, Mr. Wood reads to us short extracts of varying subjects from addresses by famous men. In our prayers we particularly think of those suffering through the war. During the month preceding Easter, Mr. Wood directed our thoughts to it, through the words and music of many hymns relating to Christ's passion. The grandeur and beauty of these hymns gave us a fresh realisation of the meaning of Easter. We should like to thank the Principal for his helpful leadership of our Devotional.

Bible Study Fellowship. "Truly our fellowship is with the Father, and with His Son, Jesus Christ."-1 John 1: 3. The opening meeting for the Bible Study Fellowship was led by Mr. Wood, who spoke about "Having a Good Time," showing that this involved doing good. Sixty-nine girls have joined Bible Study Fellowship, and have been grouped into seven circles. The study book is "Abundant Life," a very helpful and thought-provoking book. Half way through the Term, girls were asked to sign membership slips, in which they promise to be active circle members as long as they belong to a circle. Many girls have signed these. Two Open Periods this Term have been allotted to Bible Study Fellowship. Dr. McLaren, who spent eleven weeks in a Japanese prison, spoke to the School at the first meeting, telling of the firm faith he had that militarism could not ultimately triumph because it is opposed to the will of God. The

other speaker was Rev. G. J. Stallin, of the New Hebrides, who told of the risks undertaken by the natives of Toman Island in their endeavour to obtain Christian education. A closing service has been planned for this Term. It is to be led by Miss Betts, Miss Horsman, Margaret Rentoul, and Robbie Walker, with Ruth Cant at the piano. It is hoped that the service will prove a source of help and inspiration and a fitting close for —A.G.T. our First Term circles.

Social Service Notes. Each year our Social Service activities seem to increase. The various Forms are helping the Overseas Missions, the Inland Mission, the Methodist Babies' Home, the Cheltenham Homes for Children, and South Melbourne and Collingwood Kindergartens and Missions. As well as this, most Forms are energetically knitting for the Red Cross and A.C.F. Even in one term we have had numerous demands on our pockets, such as our usual 2/2 a term, the War Loan Bursary Fund, the War Savings Group,, and an appeal from the Y.W.C.A., but the School has responded very well, and seems to be quite enthusiastic about raising money. The War Loan Bursary Fund has now reached the large sum of £413/11/5. This has been accumulated by various ingenious methods such as self-denial, parties and concerts of all descriptions. The War Savings Group has been progressing slowly but surely, and we trust that girls will be still more enthusisatic about this important branch of our war work. We would like to take this opportunity of thanking Mrs. Wood for the work she has done for this group. In addition to , these activities, senior girls have been helping two afternoons a week in the Kew Creche for children of war workers. They have thoroughly enjoyed themselves, and their services have been greatly appreciated.

SILVER AND GREEN Special collections from the School during this Term included the following:—Chinese Food Relief Fund, £50; Y.W.C.A., £10; Button Day (Methodist Homes for Children, Cheltenham), El I . In conclusion, we should like to thank Miss Dahle,, the president of the society; Miss Powell and Mrs. Nurse for their valuable work in connection with the School's social service activities. —M.C.R.

International Relations Group. At the opening meeting of the International Relations Group this year, after the committee had been appointed, it was suggested by Miss Guyett that we should study various countries of the world. Groups of girls offered to prepare for different aspects of them. The country now under consideration is Russia. In open period we have had two very interesting speakers. Mr. W. Bankes Amery, of the United Kingdom Food Commission, interested us very much by his account of food rationing in Britain. We are also indebted to Mr. Amery for his kindness in sending us a copy of "Front Line." The second speaker was Mr. L. Bevan, a former Professor of .English Law at the Peking University. Mr. Bevan gave us an account of Chinese youth and the development of universal education throughout China. During the term an appeal was made to every Form in the School for the Chinese Relief Fund, and we raised £50. In conclusion, we would like to extend our thanks to Miss Guyett for the assistance and encouragement she has given us in our work.

—J.L. French Club Notes. For some years the girls in the Honour French class and others interested have improved their French, and their acquaintance with other schools, in the French Club. It has been the custom to hold parties with P.L.C. This year we are very pleased that "Lauriston" also has joined with us. We acted as hostesses for the first meeting of the year on Saturday afternoon, 3rd April. Madame Crivelli, president of the French Red

Cross, was present. I must admit that we could not limit our conversation to French, but it was liberally interspersed with "oui" and "non" and other expressions as far as our vocabulary would carry us. We had much amusement playing games in French. After afternoon tea, we showed the visitors round the school, ending in the Music Hall, where we sang the Marseillaise and the National Anthem. So ended an enjoyable afternoon. Incidentally, we raised £11319 for the French Red Cross. We are looking forward with enthusiasm to the meeting at P.L.C. early next term.—J.W.

Library Notes. At the beginning of the year a committee of twenty girls was formed to help in the administration of the Library, and,, together with Miss Christensen and Miss Hotchin, is doing much good work. The senior girls, who use the reference library, will no doubt have noticed the improve. ment there. It had been difficult to find books. Miss Hotchin and some helpers set to work after school, sorting and rearranging the reference books, till now it is possible to find the book one wants. So that the reference library will stay in this orderly condition, girls are asked to leave books on the small table in the centre of the library when they have used them. The lending library is very popular. A number of new books has been added, bought with the grant and the library fines. We wish to acknowledge gifts of books from Mr. Tomasetti, Lois Thorpe, and the organisers of the Russian Exhibition. Because of the war, it has not been possible to have books rebound. Some books were the worse for wear, but, instead of putting these away until they could be mended after the war, Miss Hotchin and some of the committee have mended these in their spare time. At the far end of the Library is a new table, on which are put periodicals and pamphlets. It is hoped that girls will keep up with the times by reading these. This year lunch-hour talks in the Library are being given by members of the staff and

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senior girls. So far three have been givers, and met with great success. The opening talk, given by Miss Lindsay on "Fame is the Spur," by Howard Spring, was most interesting. A series of talks on humorous literature is planned. Betty Rogers gave the first, with readings from Stephen Leacock. Miss Chris-

tensen read parts of "The Young Visitors,' a novel by a nine-years-old girl. Next term the series will be continued. We hope that girls will continue to use the library, both reference and lending sections, as much as they did last term, as a help in their studies and for pleasure.

Original Contributions The Enchantress. O the magic that moves in the hush of night, the groans of a grave-freed ghost, And the witches that ride when the moon is bright are scarcely believed by most. The Halls of Valhalla are dim and alone, and the gods of the past fade away, Their myths and legends are overthrown for who would believe them to-day? But the men who lived 'mid the clash of steel, who counted it honour to die, Felt that things uncanny were true and real, and surely they could not lie. 0 the viking sagas were strange and old, and lit by the lightning glare, And fierce were the days when they first were told, when the witch of the north was there. The raiment that covers her stately form was woven on looms of night, The spirit she breathes is of freshening storm, her hair is of sunshine light. The sorrow that shows in her sea-grey eyes for a world that has gone astray, And the lilt of laughter that underlies has stolen my heart away. A poplar tree on a wind-swept hill was blinded by storm-whipped hair, And I looked again, and my heart stood still, for the witch of the north was there! And, tossed by the storm, she bent and swayed and twisted her supple form. In the heart of the gale she was undismayed, and laughed at the snarling storm.

She was lithe of limb as she met the rain, and fought on the hillside bare, And lo! . . . 'twas a poplar tree again, still blinded by storm-whipped hair. —A. G. Thomson, Hon. VI., Cato. The Egoist. I repeated I could not be bothered with her at the moment, but, being a cat, she ignored my protests and with a curt mew jumped into my lap. Settled there, she was a demure cat with her tail neatly folded round her paws, her pink nose and pretty tapering ears. Soon she was burying her claws in my skirt and her purring was like the incessant hum of a motor. Then she was trying to cajole me into taking notice of her by flattening her ears against my sleeve and rolling her head over to show her white throat. It is not a little flattering to have a feline lady force herself upon you and invite attention, so I allowed myself to be interested. "You have been out? Your coat's a little clamp and bristly." "Yes," and she glanced at me slyly, and with deliberate slowness half closed her eyes and put one ear slightly back. "Don't pretend you are bored. I am going to ask what you have been doing." Leisurely she stretched a paw and replied naively, "My friends and I have been considering a most important metaphysical problem." She relaxed her body and, with a loud sigh, the purring abruptly stopped. How infinite are the subtleties of cats!

SILVER AND GREEN "Oh!" I murmured, and pretended to read. "Yes," she said quite casually, "the Theory of the Nine Lives." No longer able to keep her great thoughts to herself, she left off fondling her tail, and continued: "The youth of this country are not accepting without question the explanations of their fathers, which have become a tradition; rather they reject without reason whatever was once accepted. Of course, as they' are more experienced they will find wisdom, but the spirit is there." "The paragon of animals! about your friends."

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"There is the Yellow Cat, formidable, and feared by most, unkempt, who looks as if he's been repressed in his youth; an Angora, a pale cat, fierce and gentle by turns, but more often gentle; the Black Cat—we held the discussion in his garden—he is lithe and loose-limbed and uncannily clever; and a grey-striped cat, lean and always hungry, but with a likable, cheery face. Sometimes others come, too." "And what conclusions have you come to?" She had been washing her face with quick, jerky movements, but now she paused to reflect. "I do not believe one word of the Theory of the Nine Lives. It is a pleasant theory, and comforting,, but not convincing. I think the Yellow Terror and the Black Cat agree with me; the former certainly does, though he's inclined to be argumentative, and at times dogmatic. Yet it satisfies some; the lean Grey Cat, for instance, who believes he's in his third life, and hopes for a decent home in his fourth. The Angora is also convinced of the truth of the Theory of the Nine Lives, and believes the eighth is the penultimate, and then one enters Elysium." "Ah, you are a wise cat!" I said gravely. "Shakespeare has said of us, 'How noble in reason! How infinite in faculty!" she replied loftily. "Certainly, I admit the superiority of the feline race, but tell me some more." She yawned, and tucked her chin between her paws and whispered, "Perhaps, to-morrow night." —Joan Thwaites, Hon. VI., Cato.

13 About Our Cat.

I hate our cat, I hate her walk, Her lordly stalk, Even the twitching of her tail. I hate our cat, I hate her eyes, Large, green, and wise; I hate their gleam of sly contempt. I hate our cat, Her sleek, grey fur, Her rich, smug purr, Her anguished howls beneath the moon. I hate our cat, I hate her grin, Her air of sin— I hate our cat and she hates me! —G. Rigby, V.a, 14 years, Krome.

An Old Dutch Mill. Everything is dreamy, Everything is still, Everything is quiet By the old Dutch mill. I love its quaint old carvings, I love its shady nooks. It's just the sort of thing you'd see Inside your picture books. It has a winding staircase (With ninety steps or more), That leads to a veranda Through a rusty iron door. I think there are some bluebells Which make the grass all blue, And tulips in the garden, And some apple blossom, too. There are gargoyles on the corner Near a picturesque old door, And they seem to be agrinning At a rough old wooden floor Which has mouse-holes at the edges With some mice alooking through. I hope the mice enjoy it, And the cat, if there's one, too. O I'd like to see the mill again, With all its memories, And its squeaking, groaning noises, As the wind blows through the trees. —Margaret McCutcheon, 11 years, Krome.

SILVER AND GREEN Beauty.

If I Were.

So much beauty of russet and gold, Autumn comes at last. Yellow leaves that secrets hold Of a Summer past.

If I were a tiny bird, With pretty, coloured wing, I'd peck the fruit, and eat the grubs, And merrily I'd sing.

Soon the Winter will be here, Cold, bleak, forlorn; And the ice and snow appear On a frozen lawn. So much beauty! Must you go? Stay a little longer. I hear the pine trees moaning low, And the wind grows stronger. —Valda Vaughan, Lower IV.b, 10 years, Fitchett.

The Coming of the Moon Goddess. It was all quiet in the woods; the leaves Scarce seemed to rustle, and the deep-eyed fox And all his slinking kin, crept with noiseless feet Out of their dens, and glided through the trees. The small grey rabbits, mute with fear, Peered from their earthen burrows, and the deer, With tired, soft eyes, stirred slowly still Among the young grass in the sleepy dell. The velvet night sank down and covered them, Until the moon, shyly at first, lifted her face And smiled so pleasantly, and sent her beams Soft-splashing in the misty, twining boughs. Then came Diana gliding from the moon Among the bluebells nodding in the glade. Then sang the elm leaves, murmuring in the breeze, Which now stirred up, "Be quiet, little folk, Dian is come aseeking fernseed now For her enchantments. Go softly, little folk." "Softly, softly," sang the eld leaves, and the small things Quivered with joy, and held their breath to see The lovely silver huntress in the dell. She drifted through the glade. So soon it seemed She faded out of sight among the arched trees, And the pale moon passed behind a cloud. —Valerie East, Pass VI.a, 14 yrs., Fitchett.

If I were a little dog, I'd bark all day and night, And when the children came to play I'd give them all a fright. If I were a pussy cat, I'd try to catch a mouse, I'd sleep all day„ and then at night I'd prowl around the house. If I were a monkey cute, I'd swing from tree to tree, I'd eat bananas, peanuts too, If they were thrown to me. If I- were a kangaroo, I'd hop along the ground; I'd keep my babies in my pouch, And they'd be safe and sound. But as I'm just a little girl, I'll do as I am told; I'll wash the dishes every night And be as good as gold. —Lillian M. Duncan, III.b, 9 years, Fitchett.

In Memoriam. During this war many of us have come to know much more about the Navy, Army and Air Force than we did in pre-war days. That knowledge is not to be wondered at, as many of us have fathers and brothers in one of the Forces, and practically every second person we see is in some type of uniform. Picking up the familiar Bryant and May match box„ I wondered how many know of the story behind the red and blue colour patch and the crown. No; it is certainly not a coincidence. Originally the firm was "Bryant, May and Bell." Bell joined up with the Artillery during the Great War, was promoted to the rank of Major, and was killed in action. As a tribute to his memory, the red and blue, which is the colour patch of artillery

SILVER AND GREEN throughout the British Empire, incorporated with the crown, denoting the rank of Major, is now a well-known trade mark. —Beverley Ball, L.IV.a, 11 years, Berry.

Fairy Folk. The woods are full of elves to-night, And swinging to and fro, Their little lanterns lit so bright Give such a merry glow. The flowers have all a fairy gay Nestled in their leaves. The little flowers sway and sway To flick away the bees.

With Donald Duck and Mickey there, I sit, and watch, and laugh, and stare. I think they are two crazy things, With Pluto running round in rings. When Donald walks upon the ceiling, It gives me such an upside feeling. When Mickey walks, he makes me stare, Especially when the floor's not there. Pluto is a funny dog, Acts like a lizard, then a frog. If ever you are feeling blue, Just go and see this little Zoo. —Dulcie Watson, III.b, 11 years, Berry.

Brave Deeds in the Garden. The gnomes, they ring the elfin bells To ask the elves to tea, And flying to the elfin dells What fun there's going to be! —Florence Ryder, III.b, 11 years, Krome.

The Poplars. Down in the garden the poplars so high Sway in the breezes and rustle and sigh. Down fall the leaves with their gold and their red, Making a carpet where people may tread. Bare are the branches that crane to the sky, Stretching to cloudlets that go sailing by; Gaunt are the trunks as they stand straight and tall, Stately they tower like the rulers of all. Rain beats against them, and cuts like a lash, Horrid the lightning, the loud thunders crash; There stand the poplars, once regal and proud, Bowing their heads as the wind whistles loud. —Mimi Yees, Lower V.a, 14 years, Fitchett.

A Laugh with Donald and Company. When I am feeling like a laugh, A full-sized one, not just a half, I get my hat and off I go To see the latest Donald show.

At home we have a very extensive vegetable garden. Just as it was getting dark Mother sent me out to bring in the clothes. I was feeling rather nervous, as I dislike going out alone at night. Running to the line, I hurriedly got the clothes, and was just about to return when I noticed someone getting over the back fence. I was terrified,, and ran back to the house, dropping the clothes as I went. Fortunately, my big, brave brother had just returned from night school. He snatched the copper stick and ran to where I had seen the thief. He made one crack, and, to his amazement, he smashed Mother's prize pumpkin, which was growing on the top of the fence. —Dulcie Watson, III.b, 11 years, Berry.

Three Times a Day, After Meals. (With apologies to Lewis Carroll.) Vile, sticky, blurky, Gurlious dobulen! Jorgly, murky, Clogulous blobulen! With ferrous taste And plawly flavour, Like cornflour paste With saccharine savour. Droggling down With squinch and squoggle,

SILVER AND GREEN Scroogling down With squonch and broggle. It sticks to the glass With claggle and pluch, I scour that glass— But it doesn't help much! Foul, stickly, blurky, Gurlious dobulen! Jorky, murky, Plorky, sturky . . . Ugh! that medicine!

Stars. Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder where you are! Since I've been to M.L.C. I have waited long for thee. Twinkle, twinkle, little star, Tell me, tell me, where you are! —Gwenda Beed, L.IV.a, 11 years, Krome. [We are very sorry about the shortage of badges.—Editor]

—Judith Leask, V.a, 13 years, Fitchett.

Churchill. We shall fight on— We'll fight in fields and in the street, Wherever we the foe may meet. It echoes in those marching feet. We shall fight on. We shall fight on— Until throughout our Empire vast, The final "All Clear" sounds at last, Till we have won and danger passed. We shall fight on— We shall fight on. There are so many things to do To make our dreams of peace come true. Give all your help, each one of you. We shall fight on. —Pamela Slack, V.b, 15 years, Fitchett.

Autumn Leaves. Whirling and dancing in the breeze, Russet and golden the autumn leaves. Little elves, mischievous, laughing and playing, Hear them all calling, hear them all saying, "Come now and play with us, old Mr. Gale, Send us all fluttering o'er hill and o'er dale." Fruit trees are beautiful, losing their leaves, Fluttering and dancing, on to the eaves; Up in the air, now low to the ground, Now softly falling, ne'er making a sound. I wonder if really they are elves at all, And do they die then when the autumn leaves fall? —Gwenda Beed, Lower IV.a, 11 years, Krome.

Early Morning. One evening last Summer, I decided that I would get up early in the morning and watch the sunrise. So, according to plan, I rose just before sunrise and took up a good position on top of the gate post. Over in the east the sky was turning a bright pink, and the clouds were breaking up into cloudlets and scurrying across the sky as though trying to get beyond the sun's reach. Gradually orange replaced the pink colour in the east, and the sun peeped above the horizon, sending its golden rays to earth, where they caused the dew on the lawns to sparkle and twinkle like so many diamonds. The birds were now wide awake, chirping and chattering to each other in the trees, mothers scolding their young ones one minute, consoling them the next, while father birds flew to and fro, bringing worms for mother and babies to eat. I watched the birds and the sun for some time while listening to the various noises which now began. A milk cart on its rounds 'was making its way noisily up the street, with frequent stoppings and startings. A few people were hurrying along the footpath, and windows were being thrown open and blinds drawn up all along the street. Seeing these things occurring in our own house, I decided it was time to move, so I left my post and went indoors. —Shirley Gilliam, L.V.a, 13 years, Fitchett.

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SILVER AND GREEN The Boat. A ship went sailing past me, While mountains stood behind; There was a man upon it, And he was very kind. The mountains all were snow-capped, The river flowing fast. And there, up in the blue, blue sky, A flag flew on the mast. —Ainslie Rowe, II.b, 7 years, Cato. The Picnic. It was a lovely morning, and I woke up feeling excited, and it was then that I remembered it was the day of the picnic. I put on a floral dress and went down to breakfast. The rest of the family were down in the kitchen with smiles on their faces. We had breakfast, and we soon started out for the picnic. We chose a lovely spot, where ferns were overhanging a little embankment. Mother laid the cloth on a big flat stone, while Tony and I went to get a lemon tart from the car. As we were going along Tony suddenly said, "Look, Elsie, there is a big fish, just like the one in my book. You wait here while I go and get Dad!" He ran away quickly, and as I looked, to my amazement, I saw it was a snake. I cried out, and Dad said he would soon be there. Coming up, Dad quickly seized a stick and killed the snake. We had our picnic in fine style. When we got home again, I thought of all the things I could have done to kill that snake. Then, when I had finished thinking about the killing of the snake, I was glad that I had not tried to, for it might have bitten me. —Jocelyn Weisser, Lower IV.b, 12 years, Berry. Nocturne. Evening mist, crisp, grey, half -tangible, Cruel little wind, coming in unreasoning gusts. There ought to be the delicate aroma of wood fires, Weaving in and out of the mist fibres, but, instead,

There's a cloying, heavy odour from the Fried Fish shop. Traffic rolls like a dark, swift stream of lava, And new rain-water bubbles and races thinly along the gutter. It's cold. Everybody's shivering. Look at those girls, Bending forward against the wind breath, holding their coats tight. They look like young trees that have gathered their foliage close Against the melancholy chill of the fastdeparting day. —Vivien Douglas, Pass VI.b, 16 years, Krome. The Fish. I wish I were a little fish, Swimming in the sea; I wouldn't have to learn to dive, Or learn my A B C. I'd learn the way to swim a mile, I'd overarm and crawl; I wouldn't wear a bathing gown, My scales would cover all. I wouldn't have to life-save, Or shower before my dip; My hair would never get all wet, And on my dry clothes drip. I'd chase the mermaids up and down, Be washed clean all the time; I'd never have to fear I'd drown, Or have to write this rhyme, If I were a fish. —Jennifer Holden, Lower III., 10 years, Cato. The Pussy. Our dear Mrs. Toddlekins, The dearest of old dears, Came here to stay, just for a day, And stopped with us for years. And she has twins, one black, one white, And both keep fairly clean, Morning and night they are bathed outright, And often in between. And when she thinks it's dinner time, She gives my arm a pat. For dear old Mrs. Toddlekins Is just our pussy cat. —Enid Adams, Lower III., 9 years, Cato.

SILVER AND GREEN The Bird's Song.

As I was walking down the street I saw a little bird; I listened to his song so sweet, " And this is what I heard: "I shall fly away to foreign lands As soon as the Winter comes, And settle on the warm, gold sands, And hear the tom-tom's thrum. Soon I shall fly away from here To flee from the wind and the rain, But when Summer-time is near, I shall come back again." —Shirley Broadway, Lower IV.B, 12 years, Krome.

The Oak Tree. A great oak tree am I I spread my branches high, And while I downward gaze Upon the wafting maize, • I think of the passers-by, Who are not so tall as I. To birds I give a home, And shelter those that roam; As my big arms I spread Above each traveller's head, I screen them from the sun When their day's work is done. Some nights when all is still, Then up from yonder hill The wind comes with a rush And spoils the gentle hush; He roughly swings along, Singing his eerie song. He scatters my leaves away And makes my big limbs sway; He leaves my branches bare, But still I do not care; I look up to the sky, And never a care have I. —Norma Buckman, Lower V.a, 12 years, Krome.

Austerity Shoes. It's really very hard to choose Such things as good, well-fitting shoes. Will they be black, or brown, or blue, Laced or court, one strap or two? There in their boxes all in rows, Some broad, some with long, pointed toes. "That pair would look quite well on you." "But what's the size? They're only two." To try some on I take a chair, First one, and then another pair. "Those pinch just here. Oh, these look nice." And then I ask, "What is the price?" "Fifteen and nine, with coupons twelve." "Well, there's the book"; in purse I delve To find a crisp pound note I own. I get my change and hurry home. I wore those shoes in rainy weather, Soles were of cardboard, not of leather; So please do not on looks rely— We've no more coupons till July. —Enid Rowe, L.V.a, 13 years, Cato. Seeing Is Believing. Last Christmas holidays, when we were at Lake Tyers, I saw a very strange sight. The lake was very low, and there were many sandbanks. One day, when we were approaching a sandbank in a rowing boat, we saw a cormorant with something hanging out of its beak. It seemed to be having some trouble with this thing, but as we drew nearer the bird managed to swallow it completely, and stood looking very uncomfortable, unable to bend its neck, and not at all happy. As we approached, the cormorant decided to get rid of the thing, so up it came once more on the sand, and the cormorant flew away. Going over to investigate, we were surprised to find a whole eel, nearly two feet long and about two inches in diameter. Passing the sandbank about an hour later, we noticed two cormorants where we had left the eel. One flew away, but the other looked very fat and uncomfortable, and had great difficulty in taking off; it seemed unable to rise more than a foot above the water. We looked for the eel, and found it was missing, and so we con-

SILVER AND GREEN cluded that the cormorant had swallowed it after all. I have been told by a naturalist that it is possible for a cormorant to digest an eel of that size, though it may take some time. —Margaret Marfleet, L.V.a, 13 years, Fitchett.

Winter Thoughts. Why does the Winter chase away the fine Unclouded days of sun? For now the hours Grow cold and drear, and all day long I sit And freeze, just longing for the bell that sounds To tell me that my work is o'er; that now I may go home again, to dream my dreams Before my cosy, gleaming fire. I gaze, and pictures quaint of castles fair, Of russet lawns, of lords and ladies gay, Awake to life; the fox with hounds in cry Quick scampers through the dancing flames to hide, His red flanks heaving as the cavalcade Sweeps by to search in crimson grottoes deep, And then to dart in smoke away. The leaping flames abate, and now the scene Is changed before my eyes. A rose-red space Of stream appears close fringed with moss and reeds, And dwarfed by mighty oaks that blot out light: As on it moves towards the mighty sea The hues upon its breast are turned to grey . . . Alas! the fire sinks low and dies. —Elaine Hurd, P.VI.b, 15 years, Fitchett.

Autumn. Scarlet, yellow, brown of leaves, A clear blue sky at sunset, The golden wheat bound in sheaves. The lawn, glittering white with frost, Autumn roses, covered with dew, The leafless trees, wind-tossed, A shower of fine, misty rain, The streets, dark, cold, wind-swept, A fire, colour, warmth again. —Ailsa Sefton, V.a, 14 years, Cato.

The Waterfall. From twenty feet above it drops, The shining water never stops. Below, the rocks are smooth and old, Where fossickers have looked for gold. On either side green fern trees grow, And all around, above, below, The rushing water sends its spray Each morn and evening, night and day. —Estelle Nicholls, Lower V.a, 14 years, Berry

Wind in the Trees. Out on a cold and windy night, I walked through the forest, to see the sight Of fairies, dancing in woodland dell— But perhaps of this I should not tell. Only the sound of the wind in the pines. Of fairy folk there were no signs. Only the sound of the wind, like the seas, It sighed and cried through the tall green trees. —Judy Betheras, L.V.a, 12 years, Fitchett.

Morning. The night has slowly vanished, The sky is misty grey; A breeze has sprung up softly To welcome the new day. Ah, now the sun is rising, The birds begin to sing, And from the dew-tipped steeple The bells begin to ring. —Lois Young, IV.c, 12 years, Fitchett.

Ghosts. I was staying in an old, ivy-covered house outside an English village. I was alone, as the servants had refused to sleep in what they termed the• "Haunted House." Of course, I did not believe the tale that circulated in the village, to the effect that every night a ghost, complete with chains, walked the stairs. It was a dark, eerie night. Everything was still, and as I lay in my four-poster bed, I felt lonely, but not frightened. I heard my portable clock chime ten, half past, and, after what seemed a very short time, eleven. I was dozing off to sleep when I heard, or thought I heard, a chain clanking. "Nonsense. It is only the ghost story working

SILVER AND GREEN Over his broad brown back. How the hens fall for his streamlined plumage and fierce eyes. Hear him sing in the morning. He can yodel better than a Switzer. See him strutting up the yard. He could give points to a major domo. But Adonis can unbend. In the presence of his sweetheart he is as gentle as a chick, And she knows it— The little inquisitive coquette, so timid and quick. But she can be bold when she likes.

on my mind," I assured myself, and began to doze again, when suddenly I knew I heard a chain clanking up the stairs. It was no longer imagination. Thinking to investigate, I got out of bed, fumbled for my torch, remembered 1 had lost it, and crept shiveringly towards the door, which I opened hesitatingly. Plucking up courage, I called, "Who's there?" The only answer was a muffled, inarticulate sound, between a sniff and a snort. I stood, looking down the winding staircase, and saw, to my horror, a figure clothed in white. I stared and stared, as it came nearer. It seemed to move forwards, and then backwards a little. Suddenly I took my life, as I thought, in my hands, and sprang forward at the figure, snatching at it. Something white and wet came away in my hands, and I heard, "Wuff, wuff," which sounded to my surprised ears like my collie dog. By this time the moon had risen, and by its rays through the skylight I recognised my pet, and realised that he had been caught in the sheet which I held. Then I remembered that the maid had not taken in the washing the previous afternoon, and presumed that my dog had broken away from his kennel, and, dragging his chain, had made towards the house, getting caught in the sheet as he went. That finished my ghost, and, after making the dog comfortable, I went back to bed to sleep away the rest of the night in peace. —Betty Sinclair, Lower V.b, Berry.

Now, in a different class altogether are the two white hens. They are pals, Eating from the same dish, Laying in the same nest, And supporting each other against all corners.

In Defence of the Fowl.

Who threw that book at me? Buff Orpington, Pass Via.

I like hens. No, don't laugh— You who prefer them with hot sauce Or out of a shell, You who sniff and say, "What horrible things! They're all exactly alike, and equally ugly." I like them. I like them alive. I like their cackling and clucking, and their funny little manners, Every one a different species of its own. See that large brown cock. He is a fine fellow. fall in a See how his tail plumes curve and shimmering green shower

Then there is the old brown hen. She is a fat old thing, Waddling in her walk, Very self-righteous and dominant. But when the two white hens feel like it They will chase her round and round, And she becomes quite flustered And sulky, And she will sit in a corner And not say anything to anybody For two days, Or three sometimes. Then there are the—OW!

A Country Road. On either side the gum trees grow, And through their leaves the breezes blow; The banks are steep, the soil is red, The sun shines through the trees ahead. The leaves are dry, the bracken browned, No wildflowers grow on this hard ground. The kookaburra sits on high, Shouting its laughter to the sky. —Estelle Nicholls, Lower V.a, 14 years, Berry.

SILVER AND GREEN The Brooklet. Hear the babbling brooklet singing, O'er the rocks and stones it goes, Falling downwards, ever bringing Autumn leaves on as it flows. Gently, gently, hear it murmur, Through the ferns it glitters past. The sun is sparkling through the tree tops, On the brooklet babbling fast. Sparkling, glistening, swirling, gurgling, Faster now, and faster still, Till round the bend is heard a throbbing Of the busy water mill. —Beryl Johnson, IV.b, 12 years, Cato.

Dawn by the River. I wandered by the winding river, In peace and quiet content, But the frost it caused a shiver As o'er the grass I went. It was a joy to walk that morn, Mid the dewdrops, all agleam, The lambs, the sheep all newly shorn, Beside the lazy stream. The sun rose bright above the mount, The magpie carolled free; I wished that I could count The morning's gifts to me. —Joan Ritchie, IV.a, 13 years, Fitchett.

This lonely heart, this weary, sobbing mite, Could no more live forever. Life is sweet, And through the starry silence of the night She heard the rustle of Death's gliding feet. She cried aloud for mercy, and her cry Was clear as running water, sharp as rain, "I do not wish to die, I cannot die. Give me one chance—let me but live again." And through the stillness of the listening leaves, Death whispered very softly, "This I give: If you can find one mortal who believes For ever, yea, for ever, you shall live." She searched the world; her weary, bleeding feet Scarce carried her across the cruel land, But still she travelled onward. Life is sweet. Perhaps some mortal soul might understand. But war and famine held the world in sway, It had no time for old and mystic things. She toiled across the land from day to day, Scarce carried by her bruised and broken wings. And back she turned, to find the cobweb shroud, And then she drew a painful, gasping breath, And through the startled silence cried aloud, "Oh, Death, my search has ended. Where is Death?" Then through the starry silence of the night, Again she heard Death's whisper, "Do not weep!" The face above grew radiant with light. He kissed her brow, and covered her with sleep. —A. G. Thomson, Hon. VI., Cato.

If You Believe, Clap Your Hands. She poised herself upon the morning breeze, Then fluttered, like the ghost of half breathed sighs, Across the lawn, above the dreaming trees, Beneath the softness of the silver skies. She flew across the glory of the sun, And, like a living sunbeam, sunset clad, She carried secret joys till day was done, But in the cool of night her heart was sad. This little, living, loving, pulsing thing, As fragile as the shadow of a cloud, As swift as swiftest bird upon the wing, Wove, every night, the cobwebs to a shroud.

The Goblet. It was a pale blue, Italian glass goblet. Young Peter was holding it up to the light,, looking through it at the hills—long, mauve, and sloping in the morning air. Warm shafts of sunlight came streaming on to the fragile glass, through the narrow window of the library of the Abbey of St. Alcromb's. A clear peal echoed from the Abbey bell tower. Young Peter did not move. He was thinking of the world beyond the walls of the quiet Abbey where he had been in training

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for three years, preparing the chapel, attending the abbot, helping the jovial monks who teased him, listening to travellers' tales, and enjoying his brief interludes of freedom. When he had leisure, he would wander along the gieen lanes lined with hawthorn bushes, or roam among the copses, fishing for elusive trout in the near-by streams. And then he would laugh with the villagers at the haymaking, and gather nuts with them in the Autumn. Life was good. Yet, what lay beyond this place of quiet seclusion? Cities, gaiety, music, laughter? Perhaps . . . Perhaps . . . The light shone more brightly on the rich velvet hangings, on the gold ornaments, and on the big bound manuscript, made grand with scarlet scrolls. It played on the pale blue glass of the goblet in Peter's hands. A heavy step resounded on the cold flagstones, and a stern—yet not unkind—voice said reproachfully, "What, my son, idling?" Young Peter started at the sound. There was a crash! The goblet was shattered! And his dreams? —Ruth Beed, Pass VI.a, 14 years, Krome. We Were Seven. (With profuse apologies to Banjo Paterson and thanks to the "Argus.") There was excitement in the P'lice Force when the word had got around That seven of our staff had gone astray. Thcy were on the way to Healesville when the track could not be found, It had petered out—and so they lost their way. They wandered round the mountain till the night began to fall, And then their weary limbs began to tire, And they thought that pressing onward would be little use at all, So they stopped and had their tea and lit a fire. And through the icy night-time in proportion three to four They were "bagged" or else before the fire to toast. In the morn they made for Healesville, but with many a wide detour,

Just depending on the clearness of the coast. Then Maroondah Dam they sighted from the summit of a hill, And through the tangled gullies fought their way Till another night o'ertook them and they found that they were still At sea (I mean "at bush") until next day. And the bush behind was dotted here and there with billets doux For the P'lice Force if it followed them afar, Stating where they hoped to make for and just what they hoped to do Before they came across the "Black 1VI'ria ." When the second night was over and their meagre breakfast gone, They looked around to see what they could see. And before they'd walked much longer, just a little farther on, They saw a tall and stately poplar tree. But poplar trees, they reasoned, do not usually grow In the heart of our Australian virgin bush. With the aid of powerful logic they deduced that this was so, And they would not have so very far to push. Soon they broke from out the bushes to behold before their gaze The Narbethong to Healesville road at last. And the rumble of a timber truck awoke them from their daze, And they begged a lift to Healesville e'er it passed. And the searchers, disappointed, were recalled without their prey, Who were weary one and all, but still quite well. And, of course, the wondrous tale of how they lost and found their way Will long be one that we shall love to tell. But I'd like to point out something, and I hope you will not mind Or think that I'm being rather rude. If these hikers have such hardships when they try their way to find, Then the Walking Club is really very good. —A. G. Thomson, Honour VI., Cato.

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Friday, 11th—Colonel H. K. Berns, from the American Red Cross Society, spoke to us on the subject of "What is America?" It was a vivid and inspiring address. Friday, 18th—Mr. Baguley, a representative of the London Missionary Society in China, spoke in open period about the fate of the school of which he was headmaster at the outbreak of war. Saturday, 19th—A tennis match against P.L.C. resulted in a win for our opponents in both teams. Thursday, 24th—The School was entertained at a. basket-ball match "by our grandmothers," i.e., by the members of Pass VI.a and Pass VI.b, with appropriate costume and property. Tuesday, 29th—Miss Gwen Prockter, accompanied by Miss Elsie Fraser, gave a 'cello recital, which was very much appreciated. The perfect unity and artistry of the performance were a revelation to the audience. July— Thursday, 1st—The first hockey team lost to M.C.E.G.G.S. gold team. Friday, 2nd—Colonel H. K. Berns again spoke to us. We were very pleased to see him again and to hear his interesting talk on "Independence Day." A dozen young debating enthusiasts were hostesses to a round table debating team from Melbourne Boys' Grammar School. So enjoyable were the discussions that private sessions were continued during supper time. Saturday, 3rd—The tennis team won against The Hermitage. The awesome occasion of the annual recital tests. Incidentally, the birthday of our Head Prefect. Wednesday, 7th—The Junior School gave a recital for their parents. As so few of us were able to be present, the recital was repeated on Thursday for the benefit of the School. Friday, 9th—Mrs. Dyason spoke on "China." The talk created much interest. A basketball match, resulting in a draw, was played against P.L.C.

Monday, 12th—Enthusiastic hikers were committed to the tender mercies of the Prefects, when, unfortunately, Miss Christensen was unable to take us at the last minute. The hike was from Mt. Evelyn to Croydon. Thursday, 15th—A draw was the result of a hockey match against University High School. The basket-ball team won against the same school, as did the junior basketball against Lauriston. Friday, 16th—A debate between Berry and Krome, "Does Australian Democracy Allow Enough Freedom?" was won by the latter, who took the affirmative. Tuesday, 20th—Honour VI. and the Prefects entertained the School with a variety show. We won hockey and basket-ball matches against Lauriston. Wednesday, 21st—The junior first and second basket-ball teams won their matches against Ruyton. Thursday, 22nd—A very varied recital was given by students of the Music School, and repeated on the following day. In spite of the disadvantage of Miss Flockart's absence prior to these events, they were both very successful. Friday, 23rd—Dr. Edna Gault gave an excellent address on her work in India with her husband. Saturday, 24th—A tennis match was lost to P.L.C. Tuesday, 27th—The basket-ball team was successful against P.L.C. Wednesday, 28th—Our Junior Silver hockey team lost to M.C.E.G.G.S. Thursday, 29th—Both basket-ball teams won their matches against St. Catherine's. Friday, 30th—Fintona lost to our hockey team. Saturday, 31st—Constant practice proved beneficial, for our first hockey team drew with M.C.E.G.G.S. Blue, and our second team won. Our tennis team was unfortunate in losing the match against M.C.E.G.G.S. by one game.

SILVER AND GREEN We had a great honour bestowed upon us when the British Music Society asked our Madrigal Singers to sing original compositions at a concert. The songs sung were composed by three of our girls. Tuesday, 3rd—Our hockey team excelled itself in beating the M.C.E.G.G.S. Gold team. August— Friday, 6th— • "In exams., when the questions are hard, And we're not very sure of the work." Wednesday, 11th—The Junior Silver hockey team played against Fintona, and lost. Friday, 13th—The Junior Green hockey team lost their match against M.C.E.G.G.S. Saturday, 14th—Our first hockey team drew with M.C.E.G.G.S., and our second team lost. Our tennis teams also lost. Tuesday, 17th—The Madrigal Singers were invited to sing at the University before a number of music critics. This unique invitation reflects great honour on our Music School. The Junior Gold team played hockey with U.H.S., and won. The Green team played Lauriston, drawing with them. Thursday, 19th—A recital given by Miss Carleton and Miss Roberts (piano and viola) aroused great interest. Many girls had hitherto not realised the possibilities of the viola. Friday, 20th—The basket-ball team won a match against Ruyton, as did the second hockey team against Lauriston. Thursday, 26th— "Why do we go on smiling When things don't go as they ought?" The day of the senior choral contests. Dr. Floyd again adjudicated, awarding first place to Fitchett. Friday, 27th— The Middle and Senior Tennis Championships were played off. A debate between Cato and Fitchett resulted in a victory for the latter. "Does History Justify Us in Having a Pessimistic View of the Future?" was the subject debated, Cato taking the affirmative. We broke up for a well-earned holiday—we hope!

September— Tuesday, 14th—We assembled for the Third and Last Term of the year, determined to maintain the high standard set by the exam. results of last year. Friday, 17th—Rev. W. H. Rainey, B.A., F.R.G.S., spoke on the work of the British and Foreign Bible Society. Thursday, 23rd—"Back to School Day." The Head Prefect read the lesson, and the President of the Old Collegians, Mrs. Sutherland, spoke to the girls, past and present. Miss Christensen appealed for support for the Library Fund, which the Old Collegians have begun. Their objective is £1000. October— Friday, 1st—Mr. Robertson, who has lived in France for many years, spoke about that country, and gave students of French the opportunity of asking him questions in that language. Wednesday, 6th—On this date and on 9th, 13th and 16th, music exams. were held at the School. Thursday, 7th—The annual Egg Day appeal brought a record of over 2500 eggs. Friday, 8th—Matron Griffiths, of Epworth, and Miss Paul, Principal of the Kindergarten Training College, spoke on these respective professions, and gave the girls much valuable information. Thursday, 14th—Miss Steele, of the staff of the Associated Teachers' Training Institute, spoke in Assembly about the importance of teaching young children and the great need for primary and sub-primary teachers. At lunch-time occurred an event of unique interest. Our Staff gave a concert. So popular and successful was it that a second performance was necessary on Friday. Our warmest thanks are due to the Staff for the time and energy they gave to the War Loan Bursary Fund. Saturday, 16th—A baseball match against M.C.E.G.G.S. was won by our opponents after a hard fight by both teams.

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Tuesday, 19th—Pass VI.b gave a "Nigger Minstrel Show." The items were varied, and one, at least, proved to be rather embarrassing to a certain section of the audience. Friday, 22nd—Miss Clerke spoke in open on the Co-operative Movement. Her address was full of interest, and greatly appreciated. Saturday, 23rd—Consistent effort was rewarded when our baseball team beat P.L.C. Tuesday, 26th—An afternoon of "Verse and Drama" was given by the girls of the Dramatic Society. The admirable production was due to the untiring effort of Miss Dwyer. Another session was given on the following day. Thursday, 28th—The Middle School Choral Contests. Dr. Floyd, who adjudicated, gave first place to Krome. Friday, 29th—Fitchett won the final House debate against Krome. The subject was "Should the League of Nations be Reconstituted?" Fitchett took the affirmative. Gala night for the boarders. Their weeks of preparation resulted in a performance which, at the least, maintained the standard of former years.

November— Friday, 5th—Right Rev. Dr. Wilson Macaulay, Presbyterian Moderator-General of the Church, spoke in open on "The Four Eyes that Guard the God of War." His address held much of interest and value to us all. The Junior and Lower Middle Schools held Evidence of the their music recital. thorough training these younger girls are receiving was revealed in their work. The School Orchestra also performed. Wednesday, 10th—In Assembly Miss Jarrett spoke on the work being done in the laboratories at Maribyrnong. Later in the day M. Downes and Mr. Barbour gave further information about the University to Senior girls. To all these speakers our warmest thanks are due. Thursday, 11th—Our usual Armistice Day Service was held at 11 o'clock. Sister Marjorie Holding, an Old Girl who has been in the Middle East and New Guinea, gave us a very sincere and moving address on her experiences during the last three years. Friday, 12th—The swimming sports were held. Congratulations to Berry, the victors! Friday, 26th—Sister Fairhall, of the London Missionary Society, Papua, gave a most impressive address in Assembly. —J.W.W.

School Activities Devotional Notes. During this past half-year many of the girls have gathered regularly each Tuesday morning for our Devotional, under the leadership of the Principal. We thank him for the food for thought that he has given us on many and varied subjects. Each meeting has been full of interest and inspiration. One of the outstanding topics on which Mr. Wood addressed us was the Christian belief in God as Creator, Father and Friend, the fundamentals of our faith. His messages on this subject proved of great help, particularly to many Seniors. Recently he has led our thoughts to the question of Church Union, by telling us of the Conference of the "Christian Faith and Order Movement" in Edinburgh, and by read-

ing extracts of sermons preached at that gather. ing. Hymn-singing is another feature of our meetings. For several weeks we enjoyed learning some of the hymns from the section of the hymn book "Christian Holiness," and were interested to hear what our Principal told us of the composers of both words and music. A,: one of our Devotionals before the Hymn Festival in Oxley Road Methodist Church, we sang some of the inspiring hymns to be used on that occasion. Last, but not least, the intercessory part of our services must be stressed, for it is at those times that we are able to feel the bond of fellowship with our Master, with each other, and with Christians throughout the world. —L.M.M.

SILVER AND GREEN Reception of Church Members. The Annual Service for the Reception of Boarders into Church Membership was held at the Methodist Church, Auburn, on Sunday evening, 7th November. The Rev. Robert Williams, minister of Auburn Church, was absent through indisposition, a circumstance the more regretted because of his unfailing interest in M.L.C. boarders. The Principal conducted the service and preached on the text, "May they have all the wealth of conviction that comes from insight" (Colossians 2: 2, Moffatt's translation), pleading for a full intellectual and spiritual appre.ciation of the truths revealed by Jesus Christ. The boarders were presented with inscribed Bibles, the gift of the School Council. After the solemn service of reception into membership, the Sacrament of the Lord's Supper was .administered to the new members and to a large .congregation. The following eighteen boarders were received into membership:—Thelma Brown, Mavis Bull, Margaret Chan, Joan Clifford, Betty Crean, Pat. Dufty, Shirley Ellingsen, Marie Fliegner, Betty Gordon, Elsie Lee, Florence Llewellyn, Beatrice Peverill, Marjorie Robinson, Marjorie Stewart, Shirley Stockdale, Phyllis Trewhella, Judith Washington, and Elizabeth Woodman.

Bible Study Fellowship Notes. ! Yes, 1943! That was the year when there are many things which we shall remember .about this year. There was the Friday morning when Mr. Baguley spoke to us about China, about the evacuation of schools there, about the strange schoolroom in a Chinese temple, And we could not but compare their lot with .ours. Then there was another Friday morning when Dr. Edna Gault told us of India, of Indian hospitals, and of the work she and her husband have done at Azamgarh. Our next speaker, Rev. W. H. Rainey, told us about the spread of the Bible and about the difficulties faced by translators, especially when they first have to codify the language. Of course, there will be other things to remember. None of us is likely to forget the "Bible Study Fellowship party and the pleasure it gave, and quite apart from these memories

will be the recollections of our Study Circles out in the garden when fine, and tucked away in sundry corners of the School in bad weather. None of us is likely to forget the debt we owe to those members of Staff who have led our circles throughout the year, and afforded us many opportunities for thoughtful study. —A.G.T., Recording Secretary.

"International Relations" Group Notes. During the last two Terms the I.R.G. has continued to hold its fortnightly meetings, at which we have gained much knowledge of international importance. During the Second Term, we completed our discussions on Russia, and Miss Guyett read us an interesting pamphlet on "Women in China." Some of the girls gave a recital in the Music Hall in aid of the War Loan Bursary Fund: interesting accounts of music in Russia, Germany, Italy and England were given by girls, who illustrated them by selections on the piano. At the end of the Term, Miss Guyett suggested that our meetings would become more interesting if they took the form of round-table discussions. This proposal met with a great response, and our meetings during Third Term have been both enjoyable and instructive. It was decided to discuss "International Conciliation" after the war. Groups of girls have prepared the different aspects of conciliation, in order to. give the others a general idea of the subject; these summaries are then followed by discussion. We are at present discussing the possibility of grouping the world into Pacific or Atlantic regions after the war. Topics yet to be discussed are whether the League of Nations Union has been a success or a failure, the possibility of grouping the world into regional or geographical regions, and the important question of federal union of the various countries. Our interest in these subjects is intensified by the fact that they are to be so vitally important in the near future. During the term a pamphlet was read on "On Winning the Peace," which has helped us to understand the very drastic need of a secure international life after the war. At the end of September members of the I.R.G. were present at a most interesting movie picture, shown in the "old gym." It was called "Learn-

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ing to Live," and gave us an idea of schools in England. During Second Term we were privileged to bear Colonel H. K. Berns, of the American Red Cross, who spoke to us on the U.S.A. in a most unusual and picturesque manner. To celebrate 4th July, American Independence Day, Colonel Berns again spoke to us, this time on American history. To commemorate the occasion, the I.R.G. presented him with a copy of "Aboriginal Art" to be placed in the library of Ohio University. So far this Term we have had only speaket in open period, Mr. Robertson, who spoke on "Travel in France." After his address, Mr. Robertson invited the audience to ask him questions in French, and much amusement was given to the girls who could not speak French by listening to those who tried. This year the I.R.G. has had a most interesting time, and much knowledge has been gained, both from our discussions and from the distinguished speakers we have heard. We express our gratitude to Miss Guyett for her unfailing enthusiasm and for her guidance and interest in all that we have done. —J.L.

Norwegian National Anthem. Ja, vi elsker dette landet. Ja, it elsker dette landet, som det stiger frem Furet, veirbitt, over vandet mad de tusen hjem, Elsker, elsker det og toenker paa voi far og mor. Og den saganat som saenker dromme paa vor jord.

Translation of the Norwegian National Anthem. Yes, we love this land of ours, As with rugged domes, Weather worn, from sea it towers With the thousand homes. Love it, aye, we love it, musing On our father's worth, And the saga, night diffusing, Dreams upon our earth. Norsemen, high or low your station, Give your God the praise! He would guard and shield the nation Through the darkest days. What our fathers' deeds provided, Mothers' tears have done, Hath the Lord so gently guided That our rights we won. Yes, we love this land of ours, As with rugged domes, Weatherworn from sea it towers With the thousand homes. As our fathers fought and wrested Triumph from despair, So will we, whenever tested, Boldly do our share.

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The Debating Society has had a very successful year under Mrs. Nurse and Miss Powell. It was decided that regular meetings should be held to give the members more training. At two of these meetings we had talks on topical. subjects. The first, "Russia," was given by Mrs. Norske mand i hus og hytte, tak din store Gud! Nurse, and the second, "India," by Miss Landet vilde han beskytte, skjont det morkt Powell. Both these talks were very informative, saa ut. and there were many questions asked. Alt hvad faedrene har kjampet, modrene har Half way through the year, we were very groett, sorry to lose our secretary, Betty Rogers, and Har den Herre still lempet, saa, vi vandt her duties were taken over by Margaret vor ret! Simmons. An interesting interform debate between the Ja, vi elsker dette landet, som det stiger frem Furet, veirbitt, over vandet med de tusen hjem. two Leaving Pass Forms and Honour VI, "Thar Og som foedres kamp har hoevet det av nod More Women Should Enter Parliament," resulted in a victory for Honour VI., who til seir; Ogsaa vi, naar det blir knaevet, for dets fred argued for the affirmative. We held three interschool round-table slaar leir! —Greta Gjersirk, Form IV.c, Berry, 13 yrs. debates, two with Melbourne Church of England.

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—C. Stuart Tompkins. PREFECTS, 1943. Jean Willis, Back Row: Betty Terrell, Janet Wood, Barbara Binder, Betty LePine, Joan Whiteside, Robb'e Walker (Senior), Pat. Lawrence, Margery Walklate. Jay. Lorna Rentoul, Middle Row: Stephanie Elliott, Margaret Judy Lee, Margaret Sicklemore. Frost Row: Leonore Marsh, Joyce Page, Betty Rogers, Joan Thwaites,

—C. Stuart Tompkins. HOUSE PREFECT AND WING CAPTAINS (Boarders), 1943. Back Row: Elizabeth Sloane, Kath. Mann, Phyllis Trewhella. Front Row: Stephanie Elliott (Prefect), Pat Greer (Senior Wing Captain). Absent: Ellen Stanton, Margaret Corbould.

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Boys' Grammar School, and one with Trinity Grammar School. These were very interesting, and the members of the society who attended them gained some very good experience. We also held some debates amongst ourselves for practice. Berry and Krome debated the subject, "That Australian Democracy Allows Sufficient Freedom." Krome took the affirmative, and Berry the negative, and the result was a victory for Krome. Fitchett, which took the negative in the debate, "That History Justifies Us in Taking a Pessimistic View of the Future," overcame Cato, who took the affirmative.

up to many pounds. The fund has gone ahead in leaps and bounds, and is now over £600. It would be impossible to mention concerts without thinking of the Staff's remarkable effort in this respect. I am sure "Wild Nell" and "Lady Vere de Vere" will always have our sympathy and regard; and could we forget Our Cactus? Thanks to all the Staff who braved it and gave themselves for a noble cause! We also thank Miss Dahle, Miss Powell and Mrs. Nurse for their interest and help in our Social Service activities throughout the year. —M.C.R.

The final inter-House debate was between Fitchett and Krome. The subject was, "That the League of Nations Should Be Reconstituted After the War," and Fitchett, which argued for the affirmative, won the case.

Full of enthusiasm for the Free French cause, the girls of the Honour French class in 1941 joined with girls of other schools to help by knitting for the children of suffering France, and by taking a collection for the Free French movement, hoping at the same time to improve their French. This year the French Club has continued, and two meetings were held in Second Term. We met at P.L.C. on 5th June, and during the afternoon played games and sang French songs. At Lauriston, on 21st August, we were entertained with a play, games and songs. Unfortunately, it was impossible to arrange another meeting this year. At these meetings the conversation should be in French. But when we meet other school, girls of our own age and with similar interests, it is sometimes impossible to keep the conversation within our limited vocabulary; yet more nterest in French is created. The Free French idea has been rather neglected. Though a collection is taken for the French Red Cross, no time has been found for knitting. Nevertheless, the French Club is very important, as forming a link with other schools. The number of girls at the meetings has dwindled, partly because Saturday afternoons are otherwise occupied, but also because girls are shy about speaking French. It is to be hoped that next year more and more girls will join the club to increase their knowledge of French, and their acquaintance with girls of other schools.

We thank Mrs. Nurse and Miss Powell for their able leadership throughout the year. —1VI .S.S.

Social Service Notes. Well, here we are again, drawing to the close of another year of penniless days (for most of us, anyway). There are so many demands on our pockets in these times that it is impossible to give all we should like. However, this year the School has again revealed its generosity. "Egg Day" proved a great success, as the School was able to give the public hospitals over 2500 eggs, the largest number we have ever sent. The various Methodist Missions, for which we have been working throughout the year, have received gifts of clothing, books and money; and the Comforts Fund and Red Cross Society have, in addition to money, received very many knitted articles for the troops. A visitor might at first wonder why the School has so many sweet stalls, concerts, parties, picture shows and other entertainments. But it is soon discovered that there is a cause: at the end of each advertisement for such amusements there are six words, "For the War Loan Bursary Fund." The School attends in large numbers, and the threepences mount

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Walking Club Notes. 1. Introduction: "Such is life without a hike, and ten times worse with one." 2. Domestic History: A—At Home: (1) Meeting, with election of officers—(a) President, Miss Christensen. (b) Vice-presidents, Miss Guyett, Mrs. Nurse. (c) Secretary, Lois Thorpe. (d) Treasurer, Wendy Taylor (e) Committee, Robbie Walker, Ruth Beed, Lois Walklate, Joan Husband, Cecily Roberts. (2) Committee meetings to decide hikes. (3) Resignation of Miss Guyett and election of Miss Buckland. B—Abroad. Hikes to a variety of places. (a) Wandin to Sylvan. This hike had an attendance of 75. (b) Hurstbridge to Diamond Creek. Mrs. Nurse makes her debut. (c) Clematis to Belgrave. Exciting PuffingBilly ride. (d) Mt. Evelyn to Croydon. News Flash: Mrs. Nurse loses voice, Miss Christensen finds spots. Lois and Wendy carry on the good walk. (e) Hurstbridge to St. Helena to Eltham. Interesting visit to the famous old church at St. Helena. C—Financial. The Walking Club wishes to announce that, owing to the generosity of its members, the treasurer has 8/81 in her tin. 3. Comment. (a) This year the enthusiasm for the Walking Club has increased, compared with previous years, and we hope it will continue to do SO.

(b) We wish to thank our president and vice• presidents for chaperoning our hikes so well. —L.T., W.T.

Library Notes. The Library has had another successful year. The series of talks on various books, arranged by Miss Christensen, and given by members of the Staff and girls, has undoubtedly stimulated greater interest in the Library. That these

talks have been appreciated is shown by the large attendance each time. So far there have been eleven, and there will be more before the end of the year. The series of talks on humorous literature, begun in First Term, was continued. Miss Lorna Mitchell spoke about Lewis Carroll's books, "Alice in Wonderland" and "Alice Through the Looking Glass," Wendy Taylor read extracts from "The Sword and the Stone," Ailsa Thomson introduced us to "The Diary of a Nobody," and Valerie East read parts of "1066 and All That." A slightly different note was struck by Ruth Beed, who gave a talk on Lytton Strachey's "Queen Victoria." Of a completely different kind were the three talks on Australian poetry, from early days to the present. Miss Lindsay gave the first of these. Miss Horlock's talk on contemporary poets was continued the following week, at the request of those present. We are most grateful to all those who have given these lunch-hour lecturettes. Some may have noticed more colour in the Library. We were fortunate in being able to have some of the books rebound, and now they adorn the shelves in their bright green, blue and red covers. Many books, which would otherwise have been out of circulation, can now be used. The number of books has also been swelled by many new books, both for the fiction and the reference sections. Some of the new books have been gifts. For these we thank Mrs. Forsyth, Miss Christensen, Nancy Trewhella, Netta Jones and Ailsa Thomson. The I.R.G. Library is now incorporated in the general Library, and there is a section called "Current Events." By using the books in this section and the periodicals on the table, girls will be able to keep in touch with what is happening in the world. The current events section is but one of the things for which we must thank Miss Hotchin. Throughout the year Miss Hotchin has given much of her time to work in the Library— rearranging, cataloguing, checking. For all that she has done we offer her our very sincere thanks. We are also very grateful to Miss Christensen, who is always ready to help in the problem of choosing a book, and who arranged the lunch-hour talks. We thank her for the time and enthusiasm she has given

SILVER AND GREEN us. To the girls of the committee, who came each lunch-time, is due much of the efficient working of the Library, and we thank them for the work they have done. -Although we have much of which to be proud in the Library, it is still not all that could be wished in a school like ours. Some day we shall have extra space, more books, all that is needed to make a properly equipped Library. One of the main obstacles is lack of funds. The Old Collegians have opened a Library Appeal for £1000 for improvements. Here is an opportunity for girls leaving school to show their gratitude for the facilities provided and their desire to share in the great improvements that are going to be made in the future. In the meanwhile, why not use the Library more and more for books of reference and of recreation?

—J.W. The Sub-Intermediate Reading Club. For the first time, the Reading Club met on 2nd March, with Miss L. Mitchell as president. Later the members elected a committee, consisting of J. Betheras, vice-president; R. Hookway, secretary; D. Yates, M. Hansford, L. Cornford, M. Hooke, E. Metcalfe, P. Apperly, N. McLachlan, M. Thomas, I. Williams. Stories by authors, such as W. W. Jacobs, Sayers, F. Brennan, Kipling, H. A. Anstey, Gallico, 0. Henry, Wilkie Collins, Aumonier, Ed. Dyson, H. Jenkins, Baroness Orczy, Conan Doyle, Guy de Maupassant and M. Alingham were read by J. Ffrench, M. Hooke, J. Granowski, J. Betheras, L. Cornford, D. Yates, E. Pinniger, P. Apperley, P. Burrell, N. McLachlan, R. Hart and M. Thomas. A story-telling competition was held. This was won by J. Betheras. Early in Third Term the members of the committee read a play, "The Little Man," in costume. We thank Miss Lindsay for reading Kipling's "The Butterfly that Stamped," Miss Guyett for supervising the reading of a French story, and Miss Horsman for reading an English story.

Kellaway. We have learnt something of the early history and development of maths. from the thirtieth century B.C. Some interesting facts about mathematical developments in the early civilisaions of Egypt, Babylon and Greece may be repeated here. Babylon, from the twenty-fifth century B.C., had a calendar using moon-months. The Egyptians of about the twenty-fourth century B.C. possessed rules for arithmetic based on the decimal system, and also used arithmetical rules to determine the areas of triangles, trapezia, circles and hemispheres. They were able to calculate the volumes of granaries in the shape of pyramids, cylinders and hemispheres, whereas in Europe such volumes were not calculated until 3000 years later. The Egyptian calendar in 4236 B.C. contained 365 days. From 747 B.C. permanent files of eclipses of the moon were kept by Babylonian astronomers, and in the fifth century B.C. these were used to calculate the length of a year, the result being less than half an hour too great. In ancient Greece mathematics was one of he important subjects studied by men of culture. In the sixth century B.C. the Greeks developed mechanical devices such as screws, levers and cogwheels, and utilised these in the manufacture of water-wheels and washing machines, but these, although of practical value, were not of such importance to them as the development of mathematical ideas in geometry and trigonometry, and attempts to discover natural laws governing, for example, the movements of the planets. Besides learning something of this interesting historical background, we have been instructed in the mysteries of making magic squares and investigating paradoxes and fallacies, and have been interested to hear something of the origin of terms and symbols. In conclusion, we should like to thank Miss Kellaway for devoting so much of her time :o this interesting study on our behalf. —B.C.T.

Senior Mathematics Group Notes.

Sub-Intermediates Mathematics Club.

An innovation this year among our societies has been the Senior Mathematics Group, which has met regularly under the leadership of Miss

The Sub-Intermediate Mathematics Club has met frequently at lunch-time. Its meetings are both entertaining and instructive under the

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guidance of Miss Kellaway, to whom the thanks of the members are due. The club is recommended to all those students who can attend and participate in the solution of most unusual problems. Did you know, for instance, that you can divide one word into another? That is one of the things we have achieved. Quite a number of other problems have been solved, including different methods of using groups of four figures, and the varied design which can be built up from a given number of matches. An interesting part of our programme has been the construction of magic figure squares.

House Notes. Since a new method of going to Assembly has been inaugurated this year, there has been very little contact within the Houses. However, many meetings have been held to discuss various matters of importance. The first competitive event for the year was the athletic sports, which were contested very keenly, and Cato is to be congratulated on its narrow victory from Fitchett. The first section of the swimming sports was held in our own pool in First Term, and Fitchetc was the victor. As these notes go to press, enthusiasts are practising daily for the second section of these sports. The various inter-House matches were contested eagerly, much House spirit being shown by all representatives. Inter-House debating has been most interesting this year, and again we must congratulate Fitchett on the way its team compiled and delivered its material, so that they won success over all other Houses. The musical contests, both Senior and Middle House, were won by Fitchett and Krome respectively, with Cato coming a close second in each case. After a happy year, we want to thank the House and Sports captains for their enthusiasm and co-operation. On behalf of the Houses, I should like to thank Mr. Wood, Dr. Floyd and other helpful adjudicators of the different events, and the Sports Mistresses, who always organise our House Sports fixtures so capably and successfully.

Boarders' Notes. Tuesday, 9th February.—With the usual irrepressible spirits, about eighty of last year's boarders returned, and set about helping the overwhelming number of new girls to settle in. We are glad to say that in a short time the newer members of our family were quite at home. We were glad to welcome to the resident staff Miss J. Howard-Smith, Miss M. Mellor, Miss J. Day and Miss N. Groom. Saturday, 13th February.—We arranged r games evening in the gym. It proved to be most enjoyable, and we felt that both old and new girls knew each other better as a result of it. Monday, 15th February.—Ater tea Mr. Wood announced the House Prefect and the Wing Captains for 1943 (greatly to the relief of many curious minds). Stephanie Elliott is the House Prefect, Pat. Greer the Senior Wing Captain, and the other Wing Captains are Margaret Corbould, Kath. Mann, Ellen Stanton, Elizabeth Sloane and Phyllis Tre Thursday, 25th February.—A party If boarders attended the Victorian Home Missions Annual Demonstration in the Melbourne Town Hall. Friday, 26th February.—Of the music scholarship winners we are very proud that two should be boarders—Joan Wright, winner of the Senior Pianoforte Scholarship, and Pat. Greer, who shared the Singing Scholarship. Wednesday, 3rd March.—Together with e small number of day girls, our "corridor choristers" tuned their voices to a more worthy cause and assisted the Ministerial Choir, conducted by Mr. Wood, at the Methodist Overse , s Missions Conference Demonstration, held at Wesley Church. Saturday, 13th March.—After much trial and tribulation (and raiding of the property cupboard) the "old" girls at length succeeded in producing their concert. The new girls were a very appreciative audience, and everyone thoroughly enjoyed the evening. Sunday, 14th March.—We were very pleased that Mr. Wood was free to take our evening worship at school, a Hymn Service.

SILVER AND GREEN Saturday, 27th March.—Miss Fletcher, a member of the Young Women's Missionary Movement, kindly spoke to us on the work of the Foreign Missions, illustrating her talk with lantern slides. Saturday, 17th April.—We do not know to what trouble the new girls went in the prepaza.aon of their concert, but we do know that ,t was a great success, and was enjoyed by everybody. Friday, 30th June.—We were very much indebted to Mr. Sheehan for coming to show us some of his moving pictures, taken during his travels. Sunday, 2nd May.—We were all very sorry to learn that one of our boarders, Pat. Hauser, was leaving us to begin teaching. Friday, 14th May.—With much excitement (and more noise than usual) we left school for our respective homes, with the prospect of an enjoyable term holiday ahead. Monday, 31st May.—On returning to school we were very glad to welcome Miss Chaseling, in the place of Miss Groom, who left at the end of First Term. Saturday, 5th June.—A party of boarders attended and enjoyed the two pianoforte recitals given by Miss Elsie Fraser, of our music staff, and Mr. Gordon McKeown, at Melba Hall, Melbourne Conservatorium. Friday, 18th June.—We all enjoyed the musical evening held in the sitting-room, and were very grateful to those who took part. Saturday, 19th June.—Miss Whitelock and a small number of girls attended a Y.W.M.M. meeting, followed by a Communion Service, at the Highbury Grove Methodist Church. Sunday, 20th June.—Miss Whitelock kindly read us extracts from letters received from her sister, who is a missionary in China. Friday, 9th July.—Mid-term week-end. General exit! Friday, 27th August.—We were all looking forward to our Term holidays, but were very sorry that when we left Miss Ball was still ill. Monday, 13th September.—We were very sorry to hear, on returning to school, that Miss Pearson was ill, and would be unable to return for some time. We welcomed Miss Davis, who has come to take her place temporarily.

Wednesday, 15th September.—A small group of boarders went to the Hepzibah Menuhin recital in the Melbourne Town Hall. Thursday, 23rd September.—The majority of the boarders accompanied Mr. Wood to the Hymn Festival at Auburn Church, and, as a liking for hymn-singing is one of our characteristics, we took part heartily. Friday, 29th October.—War-time conditions did not daunt our spirits, and Birthday Night was held as usual. The varied programme was enjoyed by everybody, as we moved from scenes in the African jungle, through Never-Never Land, with Peter Pan and Wendy, through the streets of Venice with the gondoliers, and watched our fairy-like friends of "Bottom Flat" doing their country dances. In conclusion, we want to thank Miss Ball and members of the Resident Staff for another very happy year. To those leaving us we wish success, and to all those returning, many other years such as this.

Music Notes. This year we have had a record number of music students, and consequently many additions to our music staff—Mrs. Kelson (Jima Phillips), Mus.Dip., who has come to assist Miss Flockart with the senior singing classes, and to teach piano; Miss Doris Hadden (staff of Albert Street Conservatorium), Miss Mary Macleod, Mus.Bac.; Miss Meryl Ross, Mus.Bac.; Miss Margaret McCutcheon, Mus.Bac.; Miss Ivy White, Mus.Dip.; Miss Ruth Michael, Mus.Dip. (violin); Miss Jane Nevitt, Mus.Bac. ('cello), and Mr. E. H. Pettifer (staff of University Conservatorium), clarinet. The music scholarships were very keenly contested, and we are once again grateful to Dr. Floyd and Miss Lorna Stirling for the adjudicating. We should like to thank all the donors of music scholarships and also those who, during the year, have helped the music school with gifts. The scholarship winners for 1943 are: Senior piano (gift of late Mr. Tweddle), Joan Wright; extra piano (gift of Mrs. A. E. Alcock), Margaret Rentoul and Ellen Thorne; junior piano (gift of Miss Annie Danks), Roma Lemke and Judith Dowsing; singing (gift of late Sir Aaron Danks), Pat. Greer and:

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Doreen Draper; violin (gift of Mrs. Yehudi Menuhin), Audrey Fleming; orchestral (gift of Mrs. F. J. Cato), Margery Walklate (viola) and Betty Knuckey (flute) ; extra orchestral (gift of Mrs. Karl Kumm), Marie Bull (violin) ; extra open (gift of Mrs. A. Hay Hedley), Margaret O'Callaghan (piano) ; extra open (gift of Mrs. T. Powell Dawes), Valerie Rowe (clarinet) ; original composition (gift of "Orpheus"), Judith Leask, Ailsa Thomson and Deidre East; perception (gift of Mrs. Downing), Roma Lemke. These girls gave a recital in Fitchett Hall early in First Term, in aid of the War Loan Bursary Fund. During Methodist Conference Week, the Ministers' Choir, assisted by the boarders and some of our choir, under the direction of our Principal, provided the musical programme for the Overseas Missions Demonstration. On 9th May our Annual Church Service was held at Auburn Church, and broadcast over 3L0. As an anthem, the choir sang the Mendelssohn motet, "Hear My Prayer," and provided descants to several of the hymns. A large party has regularly attended the Celebrity Orchestral Concerts, and many of our girls have attended the series of concerts for young people arranged by the British Music Society. A small group of our senior and Madrigal Singers assisted at one of these concerts by singing a group of original part songs composed by Ailsa Thompson. Judith Leask, Linnell Wood and Norma Simmons. Over forty of our girls had the wonderful experience and privilege of attending the Hepzibah Menuhin recital in the Melbourne Town Hall. At the end of First Term, the Victorian School Music Association held its first conference and series of demonstrations. At the opening function the M.L.C. Choir was asked to contribute the last group of songs. Other work was presented by Scotch College (orchestral), O'Neill College and the MacRobertson Girls' High School. We were very thrilled to receive, a few days later, a letter of congratulation on our efforts from Mr. Medley, the Vice-Chancellor of the Melbourne University.

At the opening of the demonstration lectures Miss Flockart was asked to take a session on "The Madrigal." She illustrated her talk by a demonstration by our Madrigal Singers. At the same lecture Miss McConkey, of P.L.C., spoke on choir work, with the P.L.C. Choir assisting her. Our Madrigal Singers were later asked to give the musical part of a programme at the annual gathering of the Old Students' Association of the University Conservatorium. We felt this to be a great honour, and the girls really excelled themselves, so we are told. Various members of our music staff have again given most interesting lunch-hour recitals in aid of the War Loan Bursary Fund. The Music Hall is usually packed, and we sincerely thank all those who have given of their time and talents. Early in Second Term, Miss Anderson prepared the junior classes for a musical afternoon and demonstration talk, which she gave for parents. It was a very successful and happy function. It was repeated in the lunchhour for the schoolgirls, who attended enthusiastically, and thereby helped the War Loan Bursary Fund. At the end of July the two Senior School Music Recitals were held. Much ensemble work was featured on each programme. It was even more difficult this year to accommodate our growing orchestra on the Fitchett Hall platform. The orchestra and glee singers were led on these occasions by Miss Bazeley and Mr. Wood respectively, in the absence of Miss Flockart through illness. We are very grateful to them and to those members of staff who played in the orchestra. On Friday, 5th November, the Junior and Middle School Recital was held, and we were very pleased that it was so successful. We thank all those who were responsible. At the end of Second Term the Senior House music contests took place. A greater and better variety of work was submitted, the original work being especially commendable. Fitchett gained the most marks for the best all-round performance.

SILVER AND GREEN The Middle School Choral Contests were held on 28th October, and were won by Krome. We were very grateful to Dr. Floyd for adjudicating both of these contests. Musical group work was performed for the Old Collegians' "Back to School" day, and to the Teachers' College students when they visited us. Both were appreciative of our work. We wish to thank the Past Students' Choir for again donating two prizes for original composition, and Miss Flockart for giving an annual prize for a new school song to be included in our collection. The long-awaited records (made by last year's Diamond Jubilee Choir) have arrived, and are being sold at 15/- the pair. The School presented Dr. Floyd with one of these, in appreciation of his help. There have been many invitations from various sources for our choir, Madrigal Singers and orchestra to perform during the year, but it has been impossible to accept all of them. The School is preparing for the Speech Day programme at present. We offer our congratulations to all successful music students at the annual exams. in musical perception, theory, harmony and practical work. The accompanying list shows the record number of successes, including four girls who have done an Honours course. We wish to thank Miss Flockart and all members of the music staff for their help and interest during such a very busy and strenuous year. —M.W., S.R., P.M.G. MUSIC EXAMINATION RESULTS, 1943. Leaving Honours Piano.—Janet Wood, Ruth Williams. Violin.—Wendy Taylor. Viola.—Margery Walklate. Piano.

Grade III.—Honours: Marjorie Robinson, Judith Leask. Credit: Neva Start, Sheila Cantor. Pass: Pauline Murray, Verna Cuttle, Joan Chan, Margaret Hutton, Joan Derrick, Jean Colledge, Ruth Pretty, Pat. Dufty. Grade IV.—Honours: Judith Downing, Aspasia Paxinos, Roma Lemke, Jean Williams, Norma Davey. Credit: Dorothy Wood, Elizabeth Probst, Linda Napier, Marion Fenton, Betty Brown, June Murdoch, Estelle Binns. Pass: Pat. Nicholson, Blair Galbraith, Beverley Kiddie, Roma Figgins, Merle Barclay, Margaret McCutcheon, Deborah Friedman,, Judith Sheehan, Marian Johnstone, Alison Keith. Grade V.—Honours: Jeanne Bisset, Rosemary Baxter, Elizabeth Wood, Margaret Morrison, Jean Hill, Marjorie Wall, Betty Holland, Joy McLaughlin, Marion. Fenton, Jill Stuchbery, Joan Clifford, Norma Fowles, Merle Mortimore, Joan Hollings, Joan Anderson, Margaret Tulloh, Dorothy Marsh, Ruth Lincolne, Norma Eldridge, Nancy Dulfer, Shirley Cosgriff. Credit: Noreen McLeod, Beth Judkins, Pamela Hendy, Mary Reeves, Lois Matthews, Deidre East, Merle Eden, Judith Granowski, Valerie Bell, Faith Leach. Pass: Thelma Haddrick. Grade VI.—Honours: Joy Fautley, Vivien Pincombe, Ruth Holland, Evelyn Pinniger, Florence Ryder, June Trompf, Margaret Mitchell, Ineke Kremer, Margaret Bain, Lynette Sharpe, Shirley Rush, Beverley White, Enid Adams, Althea Jury, Dorothy Herman, Helene Silman, Eliz. Nelson, Jean Spence, Laurel Lockwood. Credit: Judith Capes, Joyce Hiscock, Margaret Chan. Pass: Rae Hughes, Christine Delbridge, Norma Riches, Dorothy Gay, Joyce Stratton,, Pamela Power. Patricia Preparatory.—Honours: Barbara Yates, Jennifer East.

Arnold,

Violin. Grade I.—Credit: Wendy Taylor.

Trewhella.

Phyllis Grade I.—Honours: Credit: Leonore Marsh. Grade IL —Honours: Joan Wright, Linnell Wood, Robin Wright, Elaine Hurd, Joan Vizard. Credit: Yvonne Robinson, Margaret Rowe, Audrey Fleming, Margaret Cadd. Pass: Marie Fliegner, Ruth Cant.

II.—Honours: Grade Marie Bull.

Audrey

Fleming, •

Grade III.—Honours: Credit: Gilian Rigby.

Shirley

Robinson.

Grade IV.—Honours: Noleen Ferris, Beryl Johnson. Credit: Ailsa Hopper.

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Grade V.—Credit: Shirley Hamon. Grade VI.—Honours: Joan Buckman. Preparatory.—Credit: Monica Wood. Flute. Grade II.—Betty Knuckey. Singing. Grade III.—Credit: Doreen Draper. Grade IV.—Credit: Nola Johnston. Musical Perception. Grade II.—Honours: Janet Wood, Norma Simmons, Blair Galbraith. Credit: Margaret Cadd, Betty Knuckey. Pass: Lola Cumber. Grade III.—Honours: Pat. Dufty, Joy McLaughlin, Mimi Yees, Glen Tomasetti, Ruth Pretty. Credit: Deborah Friedman, June Murdoch, Linda Napier. Pass: Alison Keith, Roma Figgins, Pat Nicholson. Grade IV.—Honours—Jean Colledge, Margaret Boatfield, Roma Lemke, Vera Trewhella, Joan Chan. Credit: Pauline Murray. Pass: Norma Davey. Theory and Harmony. Grade II.—Honours: Judith Leask, Phyllis Trewhella, Elaine Hurd. Credit: Ailsa Thomson, Audrey Fleming. Pass: Ruth Cant. Grade III.—Honours: Joan Vizard, Joan Derrick, Yvonne Robinson, Robin Wright, Joan Wright, Lexie Grant, Marjorie Robinson, Sheila Cantor. Credit: Margaret O'Callaghan, Neva Start, Enid Rowe, Beverley Kiddie. Grade IV.—Honours: Margaret Rowe, Judith Noske, Norma Buckman, Patricia Wykes, June Lavender. Credit: Verna Cuttle, Margaret Hutton. Pass: Joan Buckman.

Dramatic Notes. Opportunities for self-expression, initiation into the mysteries of the theatre, sheer enjoyment—all these things, and more—the Dramatic Society has given us this year. Our first self-consciousness was short-lived, and once over, we discovered a new excitement in acting—in miming and characterisation— and gained a new appreciation of its difficulties. Miss Dwyer has introduced us to oneact plays, short sketches, poems, and has quickened our sense of the artistic. Indeed new realms have been opened up for us. With each Term, both societies, Junior and Senior, have increased in numbers—a testimony to the growing popularity of dramatic work— and both groups contain promising members. Early in the year at the Annual Church Service, five girls repeated a passage from Isaiah. At Back-to-School Day the Dramatic Society was represented by Joan Thwaites, Judy Leask, Betty Matthews, Betty Knuckey and Glen Tomasetti, who presented a group of poems. At present both Junior and Senior Societies are preparing a programme for an entertainment to be held on the 25th and 26th October. The list of items is varied, and includes the banishment scene from "As You Like It," a comedy entitled "The Spinsters of Lushe," a dramatic verse play, "The Minuet"; Clifford Bax's "Square Pegs," a scene called "Joan of Arc," and several poems. Whatever the final outcome, this work will have accomplished much because of the added poise and assurance it has given us, and the consequent advantages of the team work it ha-, entailed. To Miss Dwyer go our thanks for her stimulating criticism and instruction and all the pleasure she has been the means of affording us this year.

Grade V.—Honours: Dorothy Wood, Betty Brown, Judith Granowski, Jean Williams, Marion Fenton, Doris Batchelor, Elizabeth Wood, Estelle Nicholls, Noleen Ferris, Marie Dalgleish, Rhonda Cochran, Iduna Sutton, Jeanne Bisset, Ailsa Trott, Linda Napier, Deborah Friedman.

Grade VI.—Pass: Marion Bell. Credit: Helen Gwillam, Beth Judkins.

Grade VI.—Honours: June Sutherland, Norma Eldridge, Joan Anderson, Janet Noske.

Grade IL—Credit, Theory: Betty Knuckey. Pass, Practice: Betty Knuckey.

Art of Speech Examination Results, 1943.

Grade V.—Credit: Charmian Jacka. Grade IV.—Credit: Glen Tomasetti.

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Intermediate Flat Race (op,n)-1, Wilm__ fisher (B.) ; 2, Joy Moodie (B.); 3, Noelle Schollenberger (K.). Time, 10.1 seconds. Junior Flat Race (open)-1, Shirley Harrison (B.) ; 2, Pat. Fleming (C.); 3, Janet Stone (K). Time, 10.8 seconds.

Athletic Notes. The athletic sports this year were held on 2nd April. It was a perfect day, and the ground was in splendid condition. The Bettye Hammon Cup this year went to Cato House, with 119 points. Krome came second, with 99 points, Fitchett third with 54 points, and Berry last with 53 points. The schools competing this year in the InterSchool flag races and the diamond throwing were St. Catherine's, Ruyton, Lauriston, Tintern, M.L.C., Elsternwick; Fintona, and M.L.C., Hawthorn. We congratulate St. Catherine's on winning the Junior Inter-School Flag Race and our own team on winning the Senior InterSchool Flag Race. We also congratulate our diamond throwing team on winning the InterSchool Diamond Throwing, and establishing a new record. We thank Miss Blaxland and Miss Perkins for organising and making the sports such a success. Detailed Results of the Sports. Senior Obstacle Race l, Lesley Hogan (C.) ; 2, Elizabeth Murray (C.); 3, June Austin (F.). Intermediate Obstacle Race-1, Joan Lewis (F.); 2, Marjorie Sutton (K.) ; 3, Beryl Gardner (C.). Leonie Stokoe Junior Crawling Race.-1, (C.); 2, Pamela Granowski (C.); 3, Margaret Raymond (K.). Senior Egg and Spoon-1, Jean Hogg (K.); 2, Beverley Kiddie (F.) ; 3, Betty Rogers (C.). Glen Intermediate Egg and Spoon-1, Saleeba (C.); 2, Valerie Maughan (B.) ; 3, Janet Barber (C.). Senior Flat Race (open)-1, Judy Heley; 2, Audrey Fleming (C.) ; 3, Fay Langford (K ). Time, 9.3 seconds (record).

Senior Potato Race-1, Robbie Walker (C.); 2, Margaret Day (B.); 3, Fay Langford (K.). Intermediate Potato Race-1, Diana Webster (K.) ; 2, Beverley Rogers (C.); 3, Wilma Fisher (B.). Junior Potato Race-1, Mary Reeves (F.) , 2, Mary Briggs (K.) ; 3, Frieda Seebeck (C.). Basket-ball Goal Throwing (open)-1, Marjorie Edmondson (C.); 2, Nancy Ackers (C.); 3, Valda Prohasky (F.). No. of goals, 8. Junior Baseball Throwing-1, R. Newton (F.); 2, J. Weisser (B.); 3, A. Hancock (K.). Distance, 37 yards 1 foot 4 inches. Intermediate Baseball Throwing-1, Noelle Schollenberger (K.) ; 2, Joan Campbell (F.) and Beverley Rogers (C.). Distance, 63 yards 1 foot. Robbie Senior Baseball Throwing-1, Walker (C.); 2, Iris Winn (K.) ; 3, Jean Daniels (F.). Distance, 71 yards 8 inches. Senior Diamond Throwing-1, Cato; Krome; 3, Fitchett. Time, 67 seconds.

Junior Tunnel Ball-1, Berry; 2, Cato; 3, Kreme. Time, 92 seconds. Intermediate Zigzag and Bounce-1, Cato, 2, Krome; 3, Fitchett. Time, 1 min. 54 sec. Berry; Senior Hockey Dribbling-1, Fitchett; 3, Cato. Time, 1 min. 50% sec.

Junior Flat Race-1, Pat. Flemming (C.) ; 2, Janet Stone (K.); 3, Marjorie Behrendt (F.) and Elizabeth Koier (B). Time, 7.5 sec. Intermediate Flat Race (under 13)-1, Margaret Tulloh (C.) ; 2, Annette Barnes (C.); 3, Beverley Nicholls (B.). Time, 10.2 sec. Senior Flat Race (under 15)-1, Betty Black (K.); 2, Doris Batchelor (K.); 3, Valda Prohasky (F.). Time, 10.2 sec. Junior Flat Race (under 11)-1, Mary Briggs (K.) ; 2, Margaret Wilson (C.); 3, Janice McCready (B.). Time, 7.5 sec,

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Senior Inter-House Flag Race-1, 2, Cato; 3, Berry. Time, 81 sec.

Krome;

Intermediate Inter-House Flag Race-1, Krome; 2, Cato; 3, Fitchett. Time, 84 sec. Junior Inter-House Flag Race-1, 2, Cato; 3, Fitchett. Time, 63 sec.

Krone;

Senior Inter-House Cross Ball-1, Krome; 2, Fitchett; 3, Cato. Time, 1.03 min. Intermediate Inter-House Under and Ove-: Ball-1, Cato; 2, Fitchett; 3, Berry. Time, 2 min. 32 sec. Senior Inter-School Flag Race-1, M.L.C., Hawthorn; 2, Tintern; 3, St. Catherine's. Time, 80 sec. Senior Inter-House Flag Race ("B" teams) —1, Cato; 2, Krome; 3, Fitchett. Time, 84.8 sec. Junior Inter-School Flag Race-1, St. Catherine's; 2, M.L.C., Hawthorn; 3, M.L.C., Elsternwick. Time, 82.4 sec. Inter-School Diamond Throwing-1, M.L.C., Hawthorn; 2, M.C.E.G.G.S. Time, 48.4 sec. Record. House versus School-1, School; 2, House. Time, 811 sec. The athletic team for this year consists of Audrey Fleming, Betty Black, Yvonne Robinson, Fay Langford, Joy Moodie, Wilma Fisher, Noelle Schollenberger and Judy Heley (capt.). The girls in the junior running team this year are Betty Binder, Joyce Hiscock, Jill Stuchbery, Doris Batchelor, Beverley White, Annette Barnes, Paddy Hume, Nancy McLaughlan. Both teams are very enthusiastic, and they thank Miss Perkins for her valuable coaching. —J.H.

Baseball Notes. Although there was not very much enthusiasm for this game early in the year, we are pleased to say that we improved greatly as the time went by. Co-operation and team spirit helped us to attain our final standard for the year. The Senior team finally chosen was: N. Schollenberger (pitcher), Nanette Edmunds (catcher), Bev. Rogers (1st base), Betty Stevens (2nd base), M. Day (3rd base), R. Walker, (short stop) (capt.) ; N. Edmunds

(L.O.F.), D. Purvis (C.O.F.), (R.O.F.), S. Munro (emergency).

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Our Junior team improved immensely throughout the year, and, with so willing and capable a team as this, there is great hope for our School teams in the future. Miss Perkins is to be very sincerely thanked for the work and time she has given to both our teams this year. We can say that it is mainly due to her keenness and enthusiasm that we have improved and been so willing to co-operate. Those of us who leave this year wish Miss Perkins and the future teams the best of luck on all occasions. The Senior team results are as follow:-1st Round: P.L.C. d. M.L.C., 16 runs to 7; M.C.E.G.G.S. d. M.L.C., 17 runs to 3; M.L.C. d. G.C.E.G.G S., 18 runs to 12, 2nd Round: M.L.C. d. P.L.C., 17 runs to 8; M.C.E.G.G.S. d. M.L.C., 14 runs to 12. Unfortunately, we were unable to play Geelong in the second round, but we hope the war will soon terminate, so as all schools may again participate in the matches.

Basket-ball Notes. This year, owing to the high standard of play among the girls, the team was chosen with some difficulty. Miss Perkins's final choice was: R. Walker (goal thrower), Elsa King (attack), Bev. Rogers (attack wing), B. Rogers (captain and centre), J. Lee (defence wing and vice-capt.), J. Daniels (defence), E. Horton (goal defence), while L. Manfield played in several matches as attack. Three of those chosen belonged to last year's team. Out of the seven matches played, we won .six and tied with P.L.C. in one. For the most part the members of the team maintained a high standard of play, and attendance at practices was regular and enthusiastic. The following girls were awarded colours:—R. Walker, J. Lee, Bev. Rogers, B. Rogers. Their previous experience in the team made this possible. In the second and Junior teams the same enthusiasm was shown, and altogether the season was a successful one. For this we are indebted to Miss Perkins,, whose coaching and encouragement made all the difference to the team. —B.R.

SILVER AND GREEN Hockey Notes. The 1943 School hockey team is one of the strongest that we have had for several years. Four of the members of last year's team returned this season, and there has been keen competition for the remaining places in the team. The team finally chosen consisted of: Ntte. Edmonds (G.), N. Edmonds (R.B.), M. Day (L.B.), L. Thorpe, (R.H.B.), L. Miles (C.H.B.), G Willison (L.H.B.), J. Whiteside (capt.) (C.F.), J. Heley, (R.W.), M. Walklate (vice-capt.) (R.I.), J. Reed (L.I.), J. Austin (L.W.). Because of illness, our vice-captain was able to play in only one of the matches, and her place was taken by Noelle Schollenberger, whose game is very promising. This year the eight first-mentioned members of the team were awarded their colours for consistently good play throughout the season. Of the eight matches the 1st XI. played, the most exciting was the one against the Staff. The result was a draw (2-2). The second team had a most successful season. Under the captaincy of M. Sicklemore, they won three out of four matches. The members of our three Junior teams, Silver. Green, and Gold, were most enthusiastic. It is encouraging to see that many younger girls have played hockey for the first time this season, and we hope that they will continue to show as much enthusiasm in the future. We also wish to extend to Miss Blaxland our sincere appreciation. Our improved standard of play is greatly due to her valuable and tire—J•W less coaching.

Tennis Notes. The School team this year was below the standard of our past tennis teams. On the whole, the members were young and inexperienced, but everyone showed enthusiasm. After many alterations, the final team was chosen as follow:—Iris Winn (vice-captain), Roma Twyford„ Dorothy Purvis (capt.), Barbara Smith, Audrey Isaacs, Joyce Bottomer, Gay Cotton, Marjorie Edmondson, and Elma Biigge, who played in our last match. We should like to congratulate our first pair, Iris Winn and

Roma Twyford, who were successful in all their matches. The team was very disappointed at not being able to play a return match with The Hermitage, Geelong, because of war restrictions on travelling. Our second team played enthusiastically, and consisted of the following girls:—Audrey Fleming (capt.), Cecily Roberts (vice-capt.), Shirley Bissett, Shirley Ellingsen, Elinor Anderson and Jean Watsf ord. We also had a Junior team, who, although inexperienced, played very well. The team included Pauline Anscombe, Alison Lemmon, Leonie Jo olen and Lexie Grant. We should like to congratulate Iris Winn, Barbara Smith and Pauline Anscombe for winning the Senior, Intermediate and Junior championships respectively. In conclusion, we thank Miss Blaxland and also Mrs. Hunt, who not only coached us, but gave up her time to watch our matches on Saturday mornings. The results of the matches are as follow:1st Round: P.L.C. defeated M.L.C., 3 rubbers 7 sets 59 games, to 1 rubber 4 sets 46 games. M.L.C. defeated Geelong, 3 rubbers 7 sets 4$ games, to 1 rubber 2 sets 30 games. M.C.E.G.G.S. defeated M.L.C., 2 rubbers 4 sets 34 games, to 2 rubbers 4 sets 33 games. 2nd Round: P.L.C. defeated M.L.C., 3 rubbers 6 sets 39 games, to 1 rubber 2 sets 34 games. M.C.E.G.G.S. defeated M.L.C., 3 rubbers 6 sets 49 games, to 1 rubber 3 sets 34 games.

Swimming Notes. The First Term swimming sports were held on the 12th March in our own pool, resulting in a win for Fitchett, with 66 points, followed by Krome with 551 points, Cato with 51 points, and Berry with 451 points. These sports consisted of diving, free style, breaststroke and backstroke races for all sections of the School. The Third Term sports, consisting of House relays, fancy and life-saving races, are to be held on the 12th November, and the results will be added to the First Term totals, to decide the positions of the Houses for the year. Owing to the increased number of girls in the School, the Lower Middle and Junior School are tc have their sports early in December.

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This year greater interest has been taken in the life-saving group. For the year ended May of this year, M.L.C. gained 734 points, as compared with 609 for the previous year. Awards gained were as follow:-89 resuscitation certificates, 45 elementary certificates, 36 intermediate certificates, 37 bronze medallions, 16 bars to the bronze medallion, 2 second class instructors' certificates, 4 first class instructors' certificates, 8 award of merits, and 2 bars to the award of merit, making a total of 239 awards, a highly commendable effort. Over 60 girls have yet to be examined this Term. At the annual meeting of the Royal Life Saving Society (Victoria) several of the senior girls were presented with their awards by the

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Governor, Sir Winston Dugan. Miss Blax• land, who has so ably coached us in our swimming during the year, was presented with a special instructor's certificate, a tribute to her excellent work. Our thanks are also due to Mr. Charrett, of the R.L.S.S., who has coached and examined the girls. It is apparent that since the addition of the pool to the school, the standard of swimming has greatly improved in all sections. Much of this is due to Miss Blaxland, who has not only taught many "beginners" to swim, but who has also impresed upon the School the importance of life saving. The results gained reflect her ability, her energy and her untiring efforts. — J.L.

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Original Contributions Prize List. Senior Verse—Valerie East. Senior Prose—Mona Lim. Middle Verse—Judy Betheras. Middle Prose—Not awarded. Junior Verse—Jennifer East. Junior Prose—Margaret McCutcheon. Senior Drawing—Fay Long. Junior Drawing—Barbara Spowart. Best Snapshot—Valerie King-Smith.

The House of Images.

June, 1940. I dreamt I saw a sunny little street Lined with old houses, dreaming by itself, In the warm sunshine.. There was no rush, no bustle. Only now and then a figure crossed the street. A child's glad laugh, a puppy's bark Floated and echoed in the drowsy air. Two women talked, and now a happy bird Flew down the street, and, settling on a fence, Poured out a song of joy. A sleepy afternoon, Lingering in a sunny little street. And then it changed. I saw a little street. The sun shone as before, but it was sad. The solitude was pitiful and mute. The houses still were there, but joy was gone, For they were blind and dumb and shattered. They dreamt unhappy things. They wept in vain, Their hope had gone. Only a bird Flew down a street of rubble and on a broker. fence Mourned the things lost. Through the empty air A hundred echoes came and died away.

Rich, heavy carpets hung on the walls and lay Thickly upon the floor, muffling all noise that might Disturb the peace of that old Eastern shop. Heavy the air with fumes of sandalwood, Drifting in spirals from the glowing fire That lit the semi-darkness of the room. And now a flame rose up, and shadows strange Danced o'er the patterned rugs and lighted up A thousand green jade idols in the dusk, And fat brass Buddhas, squatting comfortably —Valerie East, 14 yrs., P.VI.a, Fitchett. In semi-circles. A sea of yellow dullness and realms Washed at the edge of their dim then The Tale of the Temple Dances. The flame died down. The jade god's eyes livid still, Once I was a devadasi. A richly-dressed The fierce red glow of rubies in the gloom. lady loaded with jewels and gold oranments All else was dark, mysterious, had come to our house after father's death And then an opened door, a flood of light, and talked to mother. When they came out The liquid tinkling of a hundred bells. Hang- of the room mother was crying. I ran to ing above the door her and she kissed me, and told me I was to The silver figurines sang softly to themselves. go with the lady to learn to be a templeThen, as the tourists stared dancer. The lady smiled and held out her One of the old brass Buddhas slowly rose and hand, but I hung back, not wishing to leave bowed. my mother. Then she frowned and told me He nodded. Perhaps he smiled, "Good after- that the temple gods would be angry with me, noon." and that my mother would be spared the tribuThe old man said, "What can I offer you?" lations of the Hindu widows if I went to live —Valerie East, 14 yrs., P.VI.a, Fitchett. with the gods.

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At this I decided to go at once. We parted from my mother and hurried to the temple. It was big, but dirty. We passed through the outer hall into the temple itself, and from there to an inner courtyard. I felt lost and frightened among such a mass of worshippers and so many carved idols. The rooms were filled with an overpowering odour of incense. They were dim and dirty, but by the light of the candles I could see cobwebs in every corner. In the inner courtyard, however, it was a little cleaner and brighter. I found many girls there, some of my age (eight), the others from six to ten. Another lady was teaching them to chant a prayer to the gods, and my lady told me to join in. I obeyed, but was too nervous to say it properly. However, the lesson was soon over, and then a dancing lesson began. We had to try to bend our fingers away from the palm until they touched the wrist. I found it very hard, but some of the others had learned to do it for some time, and they were very graceful. In this way my first day passed and I found the succeeding days were much the same. Sometimes we worshipped in the temple by singing and dancing before the images. They were ugly, squat little figures, I thought, but I did not dare say so in case I should be whipped. One day one girl was missing. We asked where she was. They told us a priest had taken her to see the gods. I hoped to be as lucky soon. Just then there was a scream, first of anger, then of fear. It sounded like the missing girl. I did not feel envious of her then, and planned to escape that night. When it was dark, I covered my bright temple costume with a drab cloak and stole out by the door through which the goats for sacrifice were brought. I was hurrying home when I suddenly remembered that they would be very angry with my mother if she hid me there. I could not go back, for I was growing to hate the prayers, the dances, the dirty, grinning idols, and the odorous incense. I felt like crying. As I stood irresolute, an English lady came up to me and asked me why I was out alone so late. I told her I had run away from the temple, and had nowhere

to go, for I would rather die than return to the horrid idols. So she asked me whether I would like to go home with her, and live there always, and learn about a new God, Who was clean, and good, and kind to little girls. I accepted gladly, but in my heart I was rather sad,, for I had nothing to give her in return except perhaps to dance for her God. But when I asked her whether I should dance for Him she said He only expected me to be good and useful to everyone. Then I felt satisfied, for He seemed to me to be the kind of God I had been looking for all the time they had been teaching me about the temple gods. After I had lived and studied with the white lady for some months, I asked her whether she had befriended and sheltered me because of her God. She said, "Yes." Then I told her of the decision I had made: that I had cast away all the teaching of the temple and would worship only one God, Him who had shown her how to be good and kind. When the speaker ended her story the audience sat silent, wondering that in modern times they could be hearing such a tale. And yet it was true. The world has yet to hear many, many strange and interesting things about other parts of the world, and the most fascinating stories are often the least known. —Mona Lim, Honour VI., Cato.

The Festival. Crowds throng the narrow streets. Old men, old women, young boys and girls, youths and happy maidens, the whole populace seems to have turned out on this holiday, the Festival of Flowers. And yet not far across the country's borders the enemy have massacred whol3 towns, and not a stick or stone has been left standing. But who can care? Life is too short and sweet to be spent in grieving and dread. Let youth have its day; do not deny one girl the joy of these hours; give every lad the innocent gaiety of the moment, for who knows when these may be snatched away? So the happy young maidens, decked in holiday finery, dance arm in arm over the old

SILVER AND GREEN cobble-stones, and laughing delightedly pelt the passers-by with bright-coloured flowers. The young men pick up the sweet-scented missiles and thrust them in their coat lapels, bowing gallantly to the fair throwers. The garrulous old women gossiping in doorways and at the street corners smile indulgently at their sport. From the windows overlooking the streets several old men are casting balloons and coloured paper streamers to the merry children frolicking below, while some are even winking at the women, both old and young. The holiday spirit filling the air seems to be very infectious. It is a perfect day for the festival. The sun is climbing steadily into the heavens, mild breezes waft the fragrance of flowers from the gardens to the streets, and rustle the green foliage of the shady trees. As the morning wears on, the time for the feast and pageants and dancing draws near. Rich and poor alike will partake of delicious food fit for a royal banquet, and wine flows freely, according to ancient custom. And now the revels begin in real earnest— such eating and drinking and merry-making as are only seen every five years, when Festival time comes again. The long tables groan under the weight of whole roasted sucking-pigs, fat stuffed game, meat and poultry of all kinds. The feasting and drinking will go on till late at night, but by evening most of the holidaymakers are slightly tipsy. However, on the morrow they will have to return to work, and face modern everyday life again, and worry lest the war swamp their small country, too. The moon is waning overhead, but bonfires are glowing brightly. Suddenly, above th,.. song and happy laughter, a louder, more terrifying sound is heard, the droning of a large squadron of aircraft. Dread silence holds the revellers. Thus is the enemy striking, swiftly and treacherously. The noise is very loud now; a black formation of bombers is over the little town. They loose their cargo of death, and as the rain of explosives hurtles downwards their whistling noise mingles with the screams of the people below. The bombs burst with a brilliant flash. The whole town has been hit; almost every building is destroyed. The

flames flare up, licking hungrily round the dry timbers of which much of the town is constructed. And there is no one to fight the blaze, for the revellers to-night are keeping the festival of death as he stalks triumphantly through their streets with hands of searing fire. —Mona Litt', Honour VT., Cato.

Hills at Sunset. The smooth, green hills stand fold on fold, Each one touched by the sun to gold, And down the valleys in between Small farmhouses may be seen; Sheep are grazing in the grasses, Burned to brown by the summer sun. And through the stalks a quiet wind passes, Gently bowing every one. Cattle feed where the grass grows green, Down where the latest rain has been, Slowly moving, as we seem To move when walking in a dream. The sky glows red, pale primrose, mauve, And in the distance moves a drove Of cattle, wending slow their way Homeward, at the close of day. Tall, gaunt, grey sentinels of trees, Long dead, are man-made tragedies. They stretch bare branches to the sky With silent prayer and silent sigh. The darkening road winds in and out, While here and there a living tree Dots the road upon our route, Standing in lonely majesty. As sunset light began to fail, We came upon a long, green vale, And looking, saw quite suddenly The glittering beauty of the sea. —Judy Betheras, L.V.a, Fitchett.

The Night Wind. The wind has a strange fascination for me, not so much in the day as in the night, when I am in bed. The wind whistles through the trees, and blows through the key-holes. A

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night wind seems strangely sad, with a yearning note in its moaning wail, something like a small child left alone in a dark room. Sometimes the night wind is a soft, small breeze, with a fresh smell of the sea, bringing thoughts of little lacy wavelets lapping on some lonely shore. Sometimes the night wind brings a gale or thunderstorm, thunder roaring, lightning flashing, the whole night agog as the wind, rain and thunder make a terrific hullabaloo. Although the last two are wonderful in their way, neither has or gives that feeling of loneliness, of something small lost in a huge expanse. The wind draws me to it, as would a human. When I think of the wonderful things nature has provided, I decide that of them I love the wind from the west best of all. —Margaret McCutcheon,

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The Poplar Tree. The poplar tree was very big, The poplar tree was tall, But when we took a little axe We made the poplar fall.

Bright blue slippers, With soft white fur; Elsie says they're silly, But I don't mind her. The rabbit on my left foot, I call him Bunny, The other one's John, And they're both so funny. With bright red eyes, The little dears. And when I walk They flap their ears. —Jennifer East, 8 yrs., II.b, Fitchett.

4.30 p.m. Sharp. There is a certain unmistakable atmosphere about a doctor's waiting-room; indeed, about all waiting rooms of that type. If it is the waiting-room of an eye specialist, in addition to the ordinary perquisites, bad lighting is a noticeable feature. In the centre of the room stands a table littered with much bethumbed magazines, usually of great antiquity. Sometimes a bowl of drooping flowers adorns the table, sometimes a vase of stiff, rigid flowers (obviously artificial) stands in militant splendour.

But poplar trees are beautiful, Swaying in the breeze. I think that it is such a shame To cut down poplar trees. In winter I come home from school, And often there's a storm. At home I find a fire lit, And soon it makes me warm. The fire jumps from twig to twig, The poplar burns with glee. I think a fire more beautiful Than any poplar tree. —Jennifer East, 8 yrs., II.B, Fitchett. My Slippers. (After A. A. Milne.) I haven't got boots With great big spurs on, But I've got slippers With enormous furs on.

Around this sacred altar is a large area of consecrated ground, upon which the foot of man scarce dares to venture, except in search of literature to while away the leadenfooted hours. Around the walls are the chairs, stern and uninviting, standing dourly to attention. The whole atmosphere is frigid, the air seems to have congealed. The few bold spirits who dare to talk whisper with that low sibilant tone reserved for sick beds (or doctors' waitingrooms): Not even the ticking of a clock breaks the silence, a wise precaution, which hides the discrepancy between the time appointed and the time when one is seen. Each new patient eyes and is eyed by those already waiting. Time's wheel seems to have become clogged.

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—C. Stuart Tompkins TENNIS TEAM. Back Row: Roma Twyford, Iris Winn, Joyce Bottomer. Front Row: Gay Cotton, Barbara Smith, Dorothy Purvis (capt.), Marjorie Edmondson, Audrey Isaacs.

—C. Stuart Tompkins. BASEBALL TEAM. Back Row: Judy Heley, Dorothy Purvis, Noelle Schollenberger, Robbie Walker (capt.), Nancy Edmunds, Nanette Edmunds. Front Row: Betty Stevens, Margaret Day, Shirley Munro, Beverley Rogers.

—C. Stuart Tompkins. BASKET-BALL TEAM. Beverley Rogers, Robbie Walker, Elsa King, Jean Daniels, Betty Rogers (capt.), Judy Lee, Elizabeth Horton.

—C. Stuart Tompkins HOCKEY TEAM. Back Row: June Austin, June Reed, Noelle Schollenberger, Laurie Miles, Front Row: Lois Thorpe, Nancy Edmunds, Margery Walklate, Nanette Edmunds, Joan Whiteside (capt.), Judy Heley, Margaret Day.

SILVER AND GREEN Then we plunge once more into the outside world. Trams rattle, cars rush past. All the busy hum of the everyday world becomes real again, and the doctor's waiting-room is relegated to the dark corner of our minds labelled "Nightmare"—until next time! —Ailsa Thomson, Honour VI., Cato.

Spring Evening. Evening falls, And our sweet, white blossom tree, Like snow-pure lace, Blooms with boughs black as ebony. And an opal sky Of colours more beautiful than ever grace The palette of an artist. High Soar the birds, messengers between the night and day. A soft grey mist covers all; far away The domes and spires and roofs of the city stand, Made beautiful by Evening's gentle hand. --Ailsa Sefton, V.a, Cato.

Pittosporums. The pittosporum trees are once more sending their exquisite fragrance across the dusky air. Years ago some similar giants grew in profusion along a fence, and now they recall fragments—and impressions of my life then— truly idyllic, and surely half imaginery. The open road at daybreak was alluring. Along it one could hear the glob-glob of frogs, the occasional re-echoing yelp of a dog, milk buckets clattering on farms, see wood smoke curling and smell pink boronia luring to maiden-hair hollows. At night the scents of the big trees and white roses combined queerly. The silence was always unearthly. One reflected fearfully on the possibilities of ghosts, such thoughts being provoked by the scratch-scratching of 'possums and the gum's restless stirring, shadows grotesque. Then came the midnight express— rushing, screaming, yellow, weird, groaning as it attempted steep grades and shrieking as it raced down the other side. It passed, the

'possums moaned, boards creaked, and the night creatures called eerily. The wildflowers, though mostly protected, were delightful. White flannel flowers and mauve sarsaparilla, pink Christmas bush and pale ferns of clematis and orange bells lured from the bush tracks, passing through forests and over little bridges. One, I remember, had a little blue bird sitting on it. There were caves—or rather hollows—along the tracks. Here one might see a sleeping "swaggie"—or a snake. A cave, by a creek, was the home of a mad blacksmith whose hammer resounded at intervals through the mountains, the clanging being perpetuated by imitative bellbirds. Long and dusty roads were attractive. One was lined with bright yellow daisies and big shiny "walking sticks," while a twisting lane lead to a clearing with a few rocks around a pool, and a seat overhung by a hawthorn bush. Although rather mountainous country, there were many little valley flats, wonderful for picnics. Each had a creek, and, I venture to declare,, a water rat. (I had just read "The Wind in the Willows," and was infatuated with it—as I still am.) Panoramas and plums seemed synonymous. After crawling up steep heights to gaze beyond, refreshment was clearly necessary. "Golden drops" and "red bloods"! How succulent they were! Walking home at evening, one could hear cowbells tinkling, and flying birds chattering, or see a big dark pine tree with a huge trunk, not to mention going through the town to buy Bulgarian rock! —Ruth Beed, P.VI.a, Krome.

Night Journey. Shapes of trees Toss and cry out, as the demon winds Mourn, and seize With formless hands at formless things; Into the black The pistons sigh, like decrepit old men, Onward and back, Pulsing against the vibrant steel.

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Somebody stirs, And waking, murmurs half-formed words, Then sinks and slurs, And scowls into oblivion again. Click, clack, click, Knitting needles solemnly poke and twitch, Unwieldy, thick, Lost in expensive puffs of wool. Imperceptibly, The night, like angry blanket heaves, Remorselessly Beats back the wind until it sinks, A dying ghost Shrieking away to its hidden lair; And the sightless past, That is forgotten, laments the light. —Vivienne Douglas, Pass VI.b, Krome.

Grandpa's Tales. On very cold and windy days, When people stay at home, Young Peter and his grandpa walk, And by the seashore roam. Grandpa loves to see the waves That pound upon the shore, And Peter likes to feel the spray, And hear the surging roar. Then as they walk, they often talk, And grandpa tells such tales Of mermaids fair, with golden hair, Of sharks, and monstrous whales. And how the moon is just a cheese, That can't be seen by day, And how a naughty little mouse Is nibbling it away. But Peter never wants to wade, Or search the beach for shells, For he would rather walk and hear The tales that grandpa tells. —Mimi Yees, Lower V.a, Fitchett.

Thoughts. If grass were blue, and skies were green, And things that are had never been, What should we do, what should we say If the sun shone a dingy grey?

If clouds were black and cats were red, And things we say were never said, What would the people feel, and think, If trees were all a ghastly pink? Oh, let's be glad That grass is green, That skies are blue, And I'm not you. (Please, don't be mad, the rhyme is bad. It makes me sad, it's all I had.) —Gilian Rigby, V.a.

Country Life. Have you ever risen somewhere round the hour of four on a cold, winter morning in the country and gone about your tasks aided only by the light of a flickering lantern? I have done this many times, and have never completely overcome the uncanny feeling of being alone in the stillness. The frost lies several inches thick, making the grass appear like some beautifully designed white carpet, and the dew, which is still falling gently, settles in little glistening drops on my coat, and drips down the glass of the lantern. Suddenly, several large forms loom up out of the darkness, and I start back in astonishment, but, as I come close, I recognise the shadowy forms of our three domestic cows. With difficulty, I drive them to the cow yard and go to get the buckets, which are so cold that I can scarcely hold them. Returning, I bail up the first cow and commence to milk, wishing heartily that summer were here, and that the sun's warm rays would warm a world that seems frozen to the very core. Having finished the milking, I let the cows out and carry the buckets of milk to the house. I break into a jog-trot, spilling a little milk in the process, of course, but I am feeling a little warmer now. Only a little further! I can see the light burning in the kitchen, and thankfully I mount the few steps and open the door. I cannot describe the feeling of warmth and comfort that comes over me as I. take off my damp coat and sit down in front of the glowing fire to wait for breakfast. —June Sutherland, V.c, Krome.

SILVER AND GREEN The Perfect Gentleman. Chinky was a Pekinese Of exclusive breed; Of faults, like most dogs, he had none; He had no dreadful thirst for fun, Out of a thousand, he was but one— The perfect gentleman.

to Turkey to help after an earthquake. I can remember all this again because we kept a diary. Whenever the bell rang we had to go to boat drill. Mother always kept our life belts and coats and a bag of baby's food ready, and also a torch.

Chinky was no house dog, He liked fresh air; He would sit on the fence, in graceful pose, And at passers-by look down his nose. With a glance, he simply froze All kind advances.

At Marseilles and Malta everybody spoke in French. The houses were cream and pink, high up on the rocks. We saw the white goats being milked into each person's jug. A few days later we were at Port Said, where all the men wore the red fez. We bought Barbara and Mopsy at Simon Artz's shop, because two of us had birthdays.

Chinky was fastidious About his food; Just "anything" was not for him. With a will of his own, he had a whim For meat of the best, with which to dim The pangs of hunger.

The Suez Canal was like a very straight river with desert on each side. We met one boat. The next day we were in the Red Sea, which was very hot, so we went in the swimming baths every day. We passed Aden, which was very plain, with no trees.

Chinky was a Pekinese, I loved him, too; But the end must come, and, sad to say, Some covetous person one fine day, From the fence, seduced away The perfect gentleman.

There were about twenty children, and we had breakfast at 7, dinner at 11.30, and tea at 5 o'clock. We often had ice cream.

—Glen Tomasetti, V.a, Cato.

A Journey from England to China in War-time. We said good-bye on the station at home, and in a few hours we were in London. It was very snowy. We passed by the Nelson monument and Buckingham Palace on our way to the hotel, which was very big. Our room was called 3XE, and was all blue and had a telephone. The next morning we went to Waterloo station to go to Southampton, and Grandma and Grandpa came to say good-bye. Our boat was a big P. and 0. We could hardly sleep because of the luggage bumping into the hold. Margaret came up the ladder to visit me, and the ship tipped her out. We arrived at Gibraltar on a sunny day, and one of the ships in the harbour was a great big white hospital ship. England had sent it

We saw porpoises jumping out of the Indian Ocean. At Bombay we saw the English mail being lifted off our boat, also we went to the Zoo. Little girls my size were wearing pink saris and lots of bracelets on their arms and ankles, and were very pretty. We did not go ashore at Colombo, and our next stop was Penang, where we went a motor ride, and little monkeys peeled and ate tiny bananas which we gave them. On the way back we were allowed to pull some rubber off the trees. At Singapore we saw ships of many countries—Norway, Holland and America—and we went shopping in rickshas. A few days later we were at Hongkong. We had our breakfast before dawn, and saw the pretty lights on the peak going out. We waved to Daddy on the dockside and held baby up for him to see. We went by steamer up the Pearl River to Canton, and saw hundreds of people all living on sampans. We caught our hospital motor boat, and soon we were at home finding all our toys again. —Catharine Childe, 9 yrs., Lower III., Krome

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The loveliest things on earth are free, A .bursting bud on a blooming tree, A bird with its song or new born leaf, And the bright coloured in a beautiful reef.

I drove up to the petrol pump,

The rain and sunshine with their beauty fair The beauty of earth that is everywhere ; The sunset at evening, the sunrise at dawn, The grass on the hilltops, the sheep that are shorn. —Mary Bryce, Form III.a, Krome.

I pulled up at the timber yard And heard the woodman say, "Three tons of firewood? Why, of course, I'll bring it round to-day."

The Mouse. I'm only a poor little mouse, Mum, I live in the walls of your house, Mum, A morsel of cheese, And a very few peas, Will make me a little carouse, Mum. Don't look at that terrible knife, Mum, You gave me the fright of my life, Mum, For I'll slip through the crack, And never come back, And I'll never come back any more, Mum. —P. Granowski, Lower III., Cato.

New Leaves. Green and gold and misty pink, The baby leaves uncurl, Shake their crinkled edges out, Wave their tiny flags about, And fold on fold unfurl. Green and gold and misty pink, The tender colours shine; Little leaves all fresh and fair, Little new leaves everywhere, On tree and shrub and vine. —Diana Rule, 7 yrs., II.b, Fitchett.

The Fairy. I saw a little Fairy, As I was out one day, She held a tiny basket, And was not sad, but gay. I liked the little Fairy And asked if I could come. The Fairy said, "yes" politely ; "I am going to meet Tom Thumb." —Gladys Jennings, II.b, 8 yrs., Fitchett.

"Eight gallons, please," I said, I also bought four brand new tyres, Then on my way I sped.

I bought a dozen chocolate frogs, A mile of garden hose, Potatoes from the grocer, And some mustard too, I chose. But as I left the dairy With a shilling's worth of cream— () what a fate, alas, alack, I woke up from my dream. —Margaret May, Form L.V.E., Cato

The Green Lady. She comes in the evening, just before the twilight when the sun has all but disappeared behind the hills and a few of his rays, like unruly lambs, are left wandering about among the trees. Everything is still, then a breeze, a mere whisper stirs the leaves and The Green Lady is there, walking lightly and soundlessly through the garden. She is tall and slim, robed in misty green, and through her hair the sun glints gold and brown. I have never seen her face, it is indistinct, and I feel sure that if I ever do, she will not come to the garden again. She moves from tree to tree, from flower to flower, saying good-night to them all, and as she walks, everything, even the air, seems shrouded in pale green. By the time she has passed the grove of poplars, and my bed of primroses, there may only be one sunbeam left and the gold is disappearing from the garden. The Green Lady, too, is losing her colour ; her movements are slower and her mist robes are turning to grey. Quite suddenly, that last sunbeam has gone too, and with it, the Green Lady. I realise that the air is growing chill, so I leave the window with a half-sigh, knowing that as each spring

SILVER AND GREEN day draws to a close, the time draws near when the Green Lady will no longer come to the garden at sunset to say good-night to the primroses. —Glen Tomasetti, V.a, Cato.

The music announces the beginning of the "corroboree." A dancer rushes into the light, stands as if petrified and then pairs of figures leap in frenzied fervour out of the darkness until the whole tribe is in the illuminated space. This wild and bizarre dance continues for such Memories of Home. a time that one wonders at the untiring vitality of these black warriors. When it at last comes The summer's shimmering, shifting, to an end, lighted boomerangs are thrown Intense waves of heat, into the air, natives hurl blunt spears at one Rolling and billowing o'er another and wrestlers are chosen to contend. The brown fields of wheat. Then suddenly the picture faded and I came back to reality and the present—Mount Leura The deaf'ning incessant and maddening moan on a Spring afternoon. This hill, now a cold Of the hot tractor's laborious drone. Clear songs of bush birds, who waken and and quiet sentinel over a land of peace and plenty, was centuries ago crowned with the bring The woodmen whose axe-blows echo and glow of an active volcano. Tears of adamant that trickled down its scorched and throbbing ring. sides still lie about the base of the mountain, giving a suggestion of the turmoil that raged The rumble and clap of the thunder, The flash of the lightning, a tree split there, making the aborigines cower in terror before the manifestation of the fire spirit. a-sunder, But this mountain has lost its terrors ; instead So after a drought, the steady downpour the seal of beauty has been set deep upon it. Soaking the dry earth, welcoming more. The base is thickly covered with bracken, the The snort of the horse, the crack of the whip, summit tinged with the russet-red caused by the The wild bellowing and clashing of horn, sorrel and agrimony, and the sides clothed in As the frightened, half-wild and loudly pro- fragrant banksias. On the plains beneath, testing blackwood wattles dot the green pastures. Herds from the forest, go by in the morn. From the summit long stretches of grazing country, dotted with lakes, form the landscape. The deepening shadows of evening In the far west is a line of volcanic hills—the As over the tired land twilight frame of the broad picture on that side. To Comes stealing, to cover the last rays the south, timber thickens and rises into the Gleaming through day's closing sky-light. Otway Range—with its primeval forest and —Margaret Tuck, Home Science, Krome. deep calm fern-glades. Storms that sweep across the mountain tops barely stir the fernfronds, the white satinwood leaves, or the Corroboree. heavy foliage of the mush trees down in those Chiefs with faces daubed with colour, the tail beautiful valleys. The booming of waves from of the dingo swinging about their shoulders, the Southern Ocean against sandstone cliffs the plume of the swan's wing in front, kan- comes faintly on the breeze. There are nearly garoo teeth around their hair ; women wearing a dozen lakes in sight, their waters glistening necklaces of porcupine quills, and ordinary in the light of the sinking sun. Within a warriors with strips of red stringy bark around radius of twenty miles there are thirty lakes, their temples, and kangaroo teeth about ranging from Corangamite, down to a tiny their necks ; a huge central fire set and dancers salt pool that had a name only in the dead assembled round about it ; white lines on their dialect of a dead tribe. bodies making them appear as skeletons when Sitting on the top of that mount a century they move into the light ; the rhythmic beat ago one could have witnessed the war dance of the tom-toms and the weird songs of the of the aborigines below—a scene very diffenatives—all these help to create an unreal rent from the peaceful one of to-day with the atmosphere. grass and grazing cattle. Musing there, my

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imagination was vividly picturing the scene But now nature . of the primitive peoples. and civilization, conscious of the power of The their association, have clasped hands. panorama before me is one of the fairest in Australia. —Lesley Mansfield, P.VI.b, Berry.

Rooms. Long, low, white-walled rooms, sprawling In the lazy sunshine of a summer day With book-lined walls And low, deep chairs And wildflowers on the window sill. Tall, cool rooms. With a quietness in their walls Gathered from the long, passing years. And high, dreaming ceilings Where the sunlight throws a reflection And mellows them, golden with age. These, rooms shall have long, polished floors, Of some dark, cold wood, Long, oval mirrors, in gold, intricate frames And tall windows looking to the hills. A small, bright room. With a deep, soft rug upon the floor Shining, square windows and a low window-seat And pictures of happy children on the walls. Many there be who love the old room, Filled with dear, shabby chintzes Flowers in profusion, everywhere, Faded curtains blowing in a soft breeze Coming from a flower-filled garden, And a log fire burning merrily Memories everywhere in this old room And echoes of laughter, born of older days. Rooms are like people Close, loving. They are our dear companions, Our refuges in sadness, Glad with us in our gladness And always, in sorrow and in joy, Our friends. —G. Rigby, V.a.

Anthem to Kali. Tickling to death with a dagger Or stabbing at night in the dark Is all very fine for a youngster of nine Or a cut-throat who's out for a lark.

Chorus : Arsenic's common and ground glass is "cheap," And it's far too expensive a drug. By the mercy of fate, our method won't date Although inexpensive it's really first rate And it's ho! for the life of a thug ! Drowning is awkward to handle, Crashing a car may go wrong, The using of gas must be curtailed (alas !) In war—and it takes far too long. Chorus : So, ho ! for the soft silken strangle, The touch of a stocking or scarf, The silkworm's soft strands held in delicate hands Will lessen detection by half. Chorus: Arsenic's common, etc. —Ailsa G. Thomson, Honour VI., Cato. P.S. After deep introspection the author feels that perhaps she ought to be psycho-analysed.

Clouds. Great heaps of filmy whiteness So pure and white, so frail ; They float up in the heavens, And sail o'er hill and dale. So delicate and airy So foamy, and so bright When lit with crimson splendour And golden flames of light. But when the shadows lengthen They hold a purple hue, For then the spreading heavens Have changed to mauve from blue. They always look so dreamy, Except when rain showers loom, And then their snowy clearness Is clad in darkening bloom. —Mimi Yees, Lower V.a, Fitchett.

My Singing Dog. One late Sunday afternoon last year I was playing "chasings" with my friend Hilary out in our front garden. My little fox-terrier, Digger, was barking around our heels. When Hilary and I stopped to rest, I noticed Digger was missing. " Now where can he be ?" I asked Hilary. " Perhaps he's chasing a cat," she replied. " Come on, we'll go and look for him."

SILVER AND GREEN "Wait a minute," I said. "Isn't that Digger howling? I'm sure it is! I'd know his howl anywhere. I think it's down near the corner. Come on Hilary, let's go and see." And down we raced to the corner. In front of us was a group of people gathered round a Salvation Army band, and from the middle of this group we heard the most dismal howl. "Digger!" I gasped to Hilary. We pushed our way in amongst the people, all of whom were grinning broadly. We reached the bandsmen, and in the middle of them, sitting down calmly, his head thrown back, his long nose pointed towards the sky, his eyes half-closed, was Digger—howling for all he was worth—and more, for if there's anything that Digger hates it's a trumpet ! The bandsmen were all grinning, but the conductor was livid with rage. " This your dog ?" he whispered fiercely to me. I nodded, turning red with embarrassment. " Then for heaven's sake, get him away !" he scowled. I seized Digger hurriedly and smacked him sharply across the nose, awakening him from his doggy dreams, and rushed home. Hilary and I have often laughed over that incident, although I was so embarrassed at the time. —Barbara Astridge, IV.b, Fitchett.

Heidelberg. It is the land of the warm, brown river That is rocked in the arms of the broken paddock ; Where clouds roll by like well-fed sheep, And gum trees thrill at the life that sobs In the heart of their centenarian limbs. Willow trees lean down and whisper Their old lament, weeping, trailing In the hollows left by drinking cattle. Like the spirit of a candle in the dark, A yellow flame of wattle drops, And waits, and quivers to the ground. In the deep, unknown places of the earth, In shadow dapple, in the living trees, In the trembling path of the sun, something, -Tender as the first breath of a child, Hesitates as it stirs the stillness Into the quivering unrest of a foal. It is Spring. —Vivienne Douglas, Pass VI.b, Krome.

29 Charcoal.

Last holidays, down in Gippsland I saw some charcoal being made. I found that soft wood cannot be used as it just burns to an ash. After finding some suitable trees, the men dig near by a pit about five to six feet deep, about seven feet wide and nine feet long, and line it with galvanized iron. The trees are then felled and chopped into logs four to six feet long. These are placed on some light wood in the pit and set alight. The pit is covered with sheets of iron and allowed to blaze for a few days. It is then made airtight by sealing the cracks with sand and left for a couple of days, after which it is opened and the charcoal allowed to cool. Before being bagged, the big pieces are separated from the small by sifting. The bigger charcoal is then bagged and transported by trucks to the nearest station. This finished charcoal is the charcoal used in the gas producers. —M. Marfleet, L. V.a., Fitchett.

Fishing in the Valley. Up on the hill where the tall trees stand And the creek has a little fall— That's the place for fishing all day But never get any at all. But down in the valley where the fern is thick That's the place to go If you want some fish—a lot, I mean, About a thousand or so. You can fish from a log, or fish from the bank Or sitting up in a tree; You can fish with worms or fish with flies, Or even with a bee. Down in the valley, where the old trees shade The creek in the morning sun I've gone to that fishing-place many a time And brought home many a one. —Leona Stokoe, III.b, Cato.

I Am a Little Penny. I am a little Penny So round and shiny brown, A little girl named Ainslie Wants to spend me down in town. I wonder what she'll spend me on, Lollies, fruit or cake. And if she eats too many, She'll have a tummyache. —Yvonne Sharpe, II.b, 8 yrs., Cato.

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30 Daylight Saving. I don't like daylight saving, It gets me up too soon, I see too much of sunshine And not enough of moon.

I go to bed at eight o'clock, And soon I'm fast asleep ; But when Mother calls me to get up I feel inclined to weep. —M. Mitchell, L.III., Berry.

The Playroom. One dull morning, young Mrs. Featherston was gardening, her little son, Tom, energetically digging by her side. Her neighbour, Mrs. Lite, came puffing up to the fence. "Good morning. Isn't the weather shocking? Who would have thought that after yesterday's heat and glorious sunshine that it could have been dull to-day? And with my washing too !" " Just Melbourne weather again, I suppose," laughed Mrs. Featherston. That night as Tommy Featherston was tucked into bed he said drowsily : " Why is Melbourne weather so funny, Mummy ?" His mother sat down on the edge of the bed and began : " The weather manager had a little son just like you, and his name was Nimbostratus. It was his seventh birthday and he had been given a magic silver telescope—for he lived in the realm of the gods—through which he could see that far planet, the Earth, and the effect on it of his father's weather schemes. His favourite haunt was his father's workroom and he was overjoyed to find that on this day of days it was empty ! It was an intriguing room. Along one wall was a row of shining levers, each clearly marked with an inscription "Snow" or "Sleet,' "Rain or Hail". Young Nimbostratus loved to tug at the levers, but he could never tug hard enough to influence any part of the Earth. He often watched his father at work and loved to listen as the snow was let loose from the vault and with a soft hush went swirling gently down to Earth. Along another wall were shelves, colourful with bottles of sunshine and rainbow, cloud effect and stardust. Beneath these shelves were

bulging sacks of cloud and thunder and boxes of lightning arrows. In one corner was a desk and on it a special long-distance telephone, communicating with the sun and the moon. Nimbostratus ran to this telephone and put one chubby little hand around it, but those gleaming levers beckoned to him and he ran across to them, leaving a foggy little smudge where his hand had been on the telephone. He pulled and pulled—the indicator quivered— he made a supreme effort—the indicator just pointed to Melbourne. A little thrill ran through him—he was weather manager now ! Through his telescope he saw carefree summer crowds caught in a deluge of rain. He gave a little gurgle of delight. " What are you doing, my son ?" came a stern voice. " Playing with Melbourne, Daddy," was the gleeful reply. And so it was decided that he should have Melbourne for his playroom and you see he has never tired of it." Tommy was nearly asleep. " Thank you, Mummy. G'night," he murmured and with a little sigh was asleep. Was he dreaming of shining levers, of sacks of thunder and bottled sunshine ? Perhaps. —Judith Leask, V.a., Fitchett.

A Wakening Day. The day was young, there was no light, But gone from it was gloomy night. Then like a pearl from East afar The dawn crept up with morning star. The birds awoke with glad refrain, For was the morn not here again ? The bees came down through fragrant air, To light on blossoms sweet and fair. The young lambs frisked about the ground, The joy of Spring was in their bound. The rooster crowed, the sun to warn That it was past the time of dawn, And then there rose the sun of old, A crimson ball, with sparks of gold. The lake was rich with brightening hues, From crimson deep to paling blues. The wavelets lapped upon the shore, " The day has come, is here once more !" —Margaret McCutcheon, Lower IV.b., Krome.

SILVER AND GREEN The Woodland. I saw a little rabbit, As I walked through the wood; He wore a little habit, And a tiny, fur hood. I asked him if he'd show me, Within his burrow deep, It was beside a great tall tree So he let me have a peep. You've no idea what things I saw, Inside his hole so steep, Scampering about the floor, White rabbits soft and sleek. —Elizabeth McCutcheon, Lower IV.a., Krome.

That bitter, relentless cynicism Was watered down To a mild protest against inhumanity. Time the Ameliorator ! And as the cloud was lifted, The murky cloud So were the eyes of poets opened To Beauty. Life was a glorious, transient moment Seen through the roseate hue of dreams Nature was the true Glory ; Pale moonlight shone on green lawns And milk-white lilies were silhouetted Starkly Against a background of dark foliage And God was revealed— And beauty lives on for ever and ever. —Rita Bull, Honour VI., Fitchett.

In Search of Nirvana. Out of the chaos of a war-rent world, A shattered universe, A planet without hope, Was born A desperate despair, A creed of bitter, sorrowing mankind. The torn fields of Flanders, The spilt blood of youth, War's innumerable horrors Stood as symbols, Unanswerable symbols Of man's vileness, Man's inhumanity. A creed of despair, Of faithless, disillusioned men Of shattered ideals And tottering deities Reared its head above the mere Of complacent, conservative philosophy And dominated Art, Literature, And homely intercourse itself. It was expressed Through thinkers of great thoughts In cynicism. But as hour followed hour, Day followed day, And year followed year, And all that fearful carnage Was become a regrettable dream, A dim and half -remembered memory,

Written for Fun. or A Psycho-analysis of Three Kings. Searching my memory the other day I found something—(pray, do not be alarmed !) I found the names of three kings, all associates of the dim days of my childhood. They were the king who would never have survived this age of tobacco scarcity and symphony concerts (Old King Cole), the king who burnt the cakes (King Alfred), and the king who got his feet wet (King Canute). Now if we examine their characters it would prove of great interest. Take Old King Cole for instance. He was supposed to be a merry old soul, what with his pipe, bowl and fiddlers three. Well, the reason for all this conviviality lay in his inferiority complex. His cabinet of ministers (both with and without portfolios) kept on telling him he would never make much of a king. And from childhood his parents had impressed on him that he would never make much of a commoner even. Therefore is it surprising that the poor old soul had to call for his pipe, bowl and fiddlers three ? And I will wager he had to call quite a full five minutes before anyone paid attention to him ! Poor old soul ! Let us take King Alfred now. There is a Man for you ! Why, he actually disregarded a woman's strict injunctions to watch the cakes. He had a good scolding, too, when they were burnt. But he had not been intimidated and

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repressed from childhood, unlike King Cole. He could also see things in their proper perspective, and did not mind in the least if he destroyed some paltry cakes while he saved the country from the invaders. A brave king, and a braver man ! King Canute is a more difficult case than the two others. It is uncertain whether his was an inferiority or superiority complex. I am inclined to diagnose the latter. Fancy thinking so highly of one's powers that one expects the sea to stop where it is told! Well, that is what King Canute ordered the sea to do. Now I come to think of it he could not have had much common sense or observation. He must have seen tides rising and ebbing before, and yet he thought his kingly command would stop the waves. But perhaps it was not an inherited superiority complex, but one acquired from the flattery of his court. Oh well ! I suppose heredity and environment play important parts in the development of kings, as of all other organisms. Now choosing between the three, I think I like Old King Cole best, because he seems very much like me. In fact I feel driven to calling for my bowl now. But in modern times it should be a mug, eh ? P.S.—The author feels impelled to remain anonymous in order to preserve her professional reputation as psychiatrist. —Mona Lim, Honour VI., Cato.

The Bushland Idyll. The muddy track wound in and out of the shaggy gumtrees, here climbing, there dipping down to the creek. What a lovely gully it was, sunbeams dancing through the ferns on the moss-covered tree stumps and the gently rippling stream. Dead leaves hung from the dainty green ferns covered with creepers, but the track wound on, climbing higher and higher with the song of a magpie. Indeed the thinning trees were full of birds, from the screeching cockatoos to the tiny cheeky sparrows. The bushes had ended now and only the tall gum-trees remained, whispering and rustling in their highest branches, to tell us we were still in the bush. But even these great giants were thinning and soon the track led us to an opening. We found ourselves gazing on the Warburton Ranges, the snow-tipped

mountains of which glistened in the early morning sunshine. The valley could not be seen for the mystic lake softly clinging and entwining itself round the dew-covered ferns and trees. We watched for a few minutes until a cart came rattling along the road, rudely breaking the spell which had held us. —Beryl Johnson, IV.b., Cato.

My Puppy Dog. I have a little puppy-dog, His coat is white with spots ; And when I teach him somersaults He ties himself in knots. He has a bath once every day And twice when visitors come Because, you see, my puppy-dog Is quite a dirty one. He is a naughty little dog As most puppy-dogs are And when I let him off his lead He runs away so far. But when I give a whistle He comes running back to me Because, you see, my puppy-dog Quite likes a little spree. —Monica Wood, Lower III., Fitchett.

The Sea. The sea was like a cloud of foam A mist was over all; The sun was hid behind the clouds And rain began to fall. A ship came looming through the mist And looked a pretty sight, Emerging from the foggy cloud Into the perfect light —Christine McComb, III.b, Berry.

The Deserted House. Gum trees with their sweeping branches almost touch the roof of the old house. Once old Bertram and his family lived happily within and the staunch old house had sheltered them from the biting winds, the sleeting rain and the intensity of the sun when he was inclined to shine too brightly. But now all is deserted.

SILVER AND GREEN The place in the attic where the children once kept their dolls and playthings is now occupied by dust and cobwebs. Contented spiders crawl leisurely along its once brightly painted walls. The brave doors which had weathered many a rough handling now creaked noisily on their hinges, giving one an eerie feeling when one opens them. No more is Johnny to chase his little sister through those doors, laughing and joyfully scampering as they go. The old fire place which had been a great source of comfort to the family contains now only the soot which has fallen during the past years. When I enter those empty rooms I brood over the reminiscences of the past. It is full of loneliness, yet so alive with memories, that the atmosphere develops real beauty. If you are burdened with care, my friends, find a few minutes to spare for " The Old Deserted House." —Gay Cotton, Lower V.c., Fitchett.

On the Road to Dundee. A pretty young lassie came riding, came riding, Along the white road to Bonny Dundee, She met an old pedlar, a funny old pedlar, Whose various wares were spread under a tree. " Oh come my fine lady, my very fine lady. Pray, will you inspect my wares ?" quoth he, " I've a quaint golden ring, which, if you will wear it, Will bring you both fortune and fame," said he. " I will buy it and wear it, to bring me good fortune And fame for my name in Bonny Dundee." So she rode on her way with the ring on her finger, And hope in her heart as she rode to Dundee. A sad young lassie came riding, came riding, Along the white road which led from Dundee. No fame and no fortune had followed her footsteps, And dark were her thoughts as she turned from Dundee.

And gone was the pedlar, that cunning old pedlar, Who'd chuckled aloud to himself with glee, When he'd sold his cheap ring to our bonny young lassie, That unhappy young lassie of Bonny Dundee. —Cynthia Miller, Lower V.d, Krome.

A Philosophical Treatise Containing Intimations on Immortality of Certain Regularly Recurring Duties on Yard. One dinner time jist after 'ar' parst one We 'ears a vi'lent knockin' noise outside With lunch not finished, layin' in the sun We jist said nuthin' till a loud voice cried " Is Lesley 'ogg there ? She should be on yard." I yawns and yells " I'll come." but oh ! it's 'ard. I'm trailin' round the quad. and eatin' lunch And tellin' orf some bird for droppin' peels And many smile as I walk round and munch And " Don't you sen'rs have no time for meals ?" But I remains aloof. Quite straight I stands. " Pick up that piece o' paper !" I commands. I keeps on goin' so for 'arf an 'our I makes kids pick up rubbitch orf the ground. But by the bell I'm gettin' sorta sour And droppin' orange peels meself all round. I gets so wild I sulks all afternoon, Then looks and finds I've got another soon. And when at times I'm feelin' kind o' blue I gits to wond'rin' whether years ago They used to hate yard Duty like we do. And did they always have them? I guess so. It seems to me, tho"ard, that yet it's true There'll always be a "yard" we'll have to do. —Lesley J. Hogg, Pass VI.a., Krome.

Our Dogs. In our street there are many dogs. There is a small Cocker Spaniel with long ears, and a little black nose. His name is Joe. Then there is a Red-Setter. He is large and fierce and his name is Albert. And then there is Jim, the little Australian Terrier. Near by lives the Fox Terrier, Nippy. He is black and white, and he chases cars and barks at them. Of course we must not forget the dignified

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Collie who wins prizes because he is so big and handsome. He is called Sir James. One night, as I was sitting at the window because it was so hot, my eyes nearly popped out of my head, for there were fairies dancing round the fishpond. In the middle of the fishpond a wizard stood. I watched until my eyes closed. Suddenly the cock crew. Albert, Joe, Jim and Nippy jumped over the fence and Sir James walked out of the gate. I could see no fairies at all. —Jennifer East, 8 yrs., II.b, Fitchett.

Es segelte nach dem Siiden ab Mein Schiff des Muts. Und Elf'bein und Gold es im Siiden gab Man trug Kostbaren Putz. Es ist verloren in Well' und Riff Mein Schiff der Raume Aber eines Tages Kommt wieder meon Schiff EM Schiff der Traume. —Valerie East, Pass VI.a, Fitchett.

Hockey.

A hush sweeps o'er the watchers as they wait the whistle's sound, Cabbages or Roses? The centre's standing ready and the ball is " They have pulled me out," the red rose tree on the ground, Then as the shrill, clear note resounds around cried " And a cabbage grows instead, the silent field, The players go to action and their hockey sticks But what will become of the English race they wield. If the English rose is dead ?" The battle fiercely rages and the ball shoots But the cabbage smiled such a heartless smile— back and forth, "You are out of date," cried he. Down along the outer line and up the centre " They have little time to admire you now course, And see, they have planted me !" Then one, a gallant half-back, rushes bravely to attack, " For the age of beauty is dead and gone She runs the leather down the field with now (I'm surprised you did not know) — and then a whack. Man must grow his food if he wants to live, But out from o'er the tumult comes a dull So you roses have to go !" resounding thud As helped by out-stretched hockey sticks she " But I pray you, what do they fight for now dives into the mud. If the beauty all is past ?" But our players are not daunted, they are plucky Cried the rose, " For beauty is peace and hope and they're game, And only such things can last." And they rush amongst the foemen and hit it on again. The cabbage laughed, "There is war to-day The ball is hit across the line and one attempts And man must be fed to fight to shoot, And they can't eat you, oh, you useless rose!" But the goalie's standing ready and stops it Then he yawned and said good-night. with her boot. The players grapple fiercely and amidst the But when war is o'er, when the peace is signed rousing cheers And the men come home, who knows, The inner takes the flying ball ; the friendly From the heart of the cabbage there will come goal she nears. The scent of the hidden rose. She's taking it o'er the goal ring, nearer and —Pamela Stack, Form V.b., Fitchett. nearer yet. She slackens, swings, and whacks the ball and . shoots it to the net. Das Alte Schiff. Sev'n games we played and two we lost, two drew and three we won, Vor hundert Jahren hat es verlassen I've heard it whispered 'round the school, 'tis Mein Schiff der Freud', best we've ever done. Sein Heiz war lustig und ohne hasten Es ertOnet Glockengelaut. —Ruth Pizzey, V.a, Cato.

SILVER AND GREEN Sea Nymph. I come with the wind in the wispy night, On the crest of the waves ride I, And the rain comes wildly, wildly down, And the long clouds sweep the sky. I go where the waters surge and swirl In the mouth of some mighty cave, Then out with the swell of the tide again Where the billows rage and rave. My song is the song of the winds that whine, My ways are the ways of the sea ; No longing have I for a thing that is lost I've a life that is fresh and free. For what have I loved, save the sea and the sky ? I live with never a care Through the drifting light of a purple night With the spray of the waves in my hair. —Betty Stebbins, Form V.a., Krome Carol. Jesus Christ is born to-day In Bethlehem of Jewry. Softly placed 'mid straw and hay, Safe from Herod's fury. Let us join the hosts on high 'Till our chorus rends the sky. Hallelujah !

God the Father, in His love For His great creation, Sent His Son from realms above For the world's salvation. Let us all our songs unite As we praise the God of Light. Hallelujah ! Shepherds, watching, saw the light Of a wondrous glory. Through the stillness of the night Came the angels' story. Let us, too, with humble tread, Follow where the shepherds led. Hallelujah ! Still the angels' message brings To our world of passion Visions of far loftier things Wrought in other fashion. Let us to the world of men Sing the angels' song again. Hallelujah ! Young and aged, weak and strong, Join us in our singing Send the joyful cradle song Down the ages ringing. East and West in praises meet. Kneel in wonder at His feet. Hallelujah ! —Ailsa G. Thomson, Hon. VI., Cato.

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The Old Collegian

—Photo by Ruskin. Mrs. GORDON SUTHERLAND, S.M. (Eva Hall). President of the Old Collegians' Club, 1943-44.

Mrs. C. H. WINNALL, President, M.L.C. Old Collegians (Adelaide Branch),

Mrs. G. M. SHAIN (Ivy Kermode), President of the Sydney Branch of the Old Collegians' Club of the M.L.C., Melbourne.

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THE OLD COLLEGIAN Conducted by PAST STUDENTS OF THE METHODIST LADIES' COLLEGE. EDITED BY MRS. L. S. CHAMBERS (JEAN DAVISON).

OFFICE-BEARERS AND COUNCIL, 1943-44. President: Mrs. Gordon Sutherland (Eva Hall). Vice-Presidents: Miss Kathleen Kelly, Mrs. E. C. Burton (Ida Green), Rev. A. Harold Wood, M.A., B.D., Dip.Ed (ex-officio). Honorary Treasurer: Mrs. P. R. Leslie (Mabel Rowe). Honorary Secretary: Miss Edith C. Barker. Honorary Assistant Secretary: Miss Sheila Marshall (on Service). Acting Honorary Assistant Secretary: Mrs. T. Twycross (Violet Woolcock). Club Rooms Committee: Chairman: Mrs. W. L. Russell (Ida Skelton). Honorary Secretary: Mrs. A. C. Tozer (Alice Thompson). Honorary Treasurer: Mrs. E. Forsyth (Edna Pryor). Council: Mrs. E. A. Bell (Fanny Smith), Mrs. W. Blackburn (Vera Lockwood), Miss Daisy Ball, Miss Hilda Brown, Miss Joycelyn Buckland, Miss Nance Campbell, Miss Esther Champion, Mrs. W. H. Edgar (Ruth Johns), Miss Ruth Flockart, Mrs. W. Hocking (Winnie Norman), Miss Dora Harcourt, Mrs. J. C. King (Rene Rudduck), Miss Marjorie King, Mrs. Alex. Morgan (Mavis Beck), Mrs. R. L. G. McCoy (Ann Dufty), Mrs. A. W. Nicholls (Win. Gardner), Miss Jean Robbins, Miss Mary Slater, B.A., Dip.Ed.; Miss Marjorie Thomas, Miss Irene McKay, Miss Jean McAleice.

Ex Officio: Mrs. A. Hay Hedley, Immediate Past President. College Council Representatives, February,. 1942-44: Mrs. Walter Jack (Amy Jeffreson), Mrs. P. R. Leslie (Mabel Rowe), Mrs. J. F. Williams (Dorothy Holding), Miss Olive Dodd, M.A., Dip.Ed. EDITORIAL. For over sixty years the School has been generously giving. We are reminded of some woman, mature, vital and warm, or of some great machine turning out unstintingly its products to benefit mankind; and we are filled with wonder and gratitude. This, however, is not a sufficient response. For children it may be enough, and children give freely their affection to the School. It is the way of children to be spontaneously loving. Adults, if their approach is less emotional, will compensate by being more rational. They will realise that the School, like the motherly woman and the great machine, cannot unceasingly give the best without, also receiving much. So Head and Council, Staff and Old Collegians are called upon to study how to supply the wants of the School. It is a splendid and a serious responsibility. Here we are concerned only with what Old Collegians can do. We shall confine ourselves to two simple points. In the first place, Old. Collegians can bring the School more into, touch with the outside world. From time to, time there is opportunity to speak to the girls. about this. Thus, at Careers Night this year,.

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a number of past students, experienced in difVoluntary Aid Detachment. ferent occupations and professions, described Betty Shaw, Elva Simmons, Millie Slater. the chances that these offered to women. One Australian Women's Army Service. O.C.C. of a girls' public school has for long made a feature of an annual dance for the Audrey Bee, Vera Brehaut, Margaret Carter, VI.th Form. Other girls' schools in Victoria Mrs. R. Catlin (Jean Griffiths), Kathleen Cook, have recently associated Old Collegians and Jean Cornell, Olive Dodd, Cynthia Enders , senior girls in a scheme that provides organised June Hill, Elvie Heither, Nonie Hutchinson, play during the summer vacation for children Norma Jacobs, Sheila Kruse, Elsie Marrio tt, in congested areas. These are only a few con- Sheila Marshall, Margaret Milne, Barbara Murcrete examples showing how past students may ray, Shirley Potter, Elizabeth Ratten, Betty help widen horizons for younger girls. Breadth Roberts, Mavis Teague, Margery Vale, Pat. adds balance to life. Humour, tolerance, kind- Varley, Gwynneth Watsford, Loveday Wilness, poise, vision—all these are implicit in liams. balance. Women's Australian Auxiliary Air Force Secondly, if all Old Collegians cannot help Service. in the manner just indicated, everyone could, Mary Allen, June Barnett, June Bassett, and should, regard it as one of her responsi- Mary Collocott, Margaret Cook, Doroth y bilities to learn something of the trend of Cooper, Irene Davies, Joyce Dennison, Olwen modern educational thought and practice. The Evans, Elma Fisher, Moira Forsyth, Leslie Grifcommunity as a whole has lately turned to fiths, Yvonne Goldstein, Joan Hargreaves, June examine its schools, and discovered that their Hill, Leah Hollings, Jean Jenner, Valda Kirton, deficiencies are such that the schools do not Heather Kruse, Ann Leslie,, Barbar a Marfleet, provide a secure part of the foundations on Jessie Murray, June Parker, Bonnay Raymont, which to build the new world order, with its Winnie Sewell, Claire Smith, Jean Stinton, emphasis on active, not passive, democracy. Juneve Sutherland, Lois Taylor , Margaret More activity in learning, more development Tully. of the individual, more real co-operation and Women's Royal Australian Naval Service. self-government are needed in schools. These Ailsa Figgins, Phyllis Holmes, Shirley Smith, depend, if not entirely, to a large extent, on equipment—on chapels, libraries, lecture rooms, Elma Manfield, Ruth Manfield, Doris For"little" theatres, wireless and film apparatus, rester. laboratories, craft-rooms, equipment for physi- Australian Women's Auxiliary Army Medical cal training, and spacious grounds. For these, Service. Heather Veal. much money will be needed. As active citi(The "Old Collegian" will be glad to receive zens, and as devoted Old Collegians, let us not wait for the State to provide. Let us, at once ietails of any other Old Collegian who has —for the need is urgent—give what we can, entered the Services.) little or much, to the School authorities, confident that they will use it to keep M.L.C. in Old Collegians Who Have Entered the Nursing Profession. the van of a movement that will produce yet finer women and better citizens. Alfred Hospital. Joan Bell, Beth McAlister, Margaret Anderson, Winnie Gibbon, Bertha Wrench, Valerie HONOUR ROLL—ON SERVICE. McDonald. Australian Army Nursing Service. Royal Melbourne Hospital. Ella Anderson, Lesla Blanchard, Elma Cox, Mary Adams, Le Barnett, Ruthe Fitzpat rick, Jean Crittenden, Joyce Crumpton, Geltha For- Hilda Latimer, Edith Parsons, Lorna Siddons, syth, Marjorie Holding, Marjorie Pearce, Doro- Mary Simmie, Audree Storey. thy Scholes, Shirley Scobie, Marjorie Stevens, Children's Hospital. Marjorie Vasey. Estelle King.

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Colac District Hospital. Ida Brien, Myrtle Brien. (The "Old Collegian" will be glad to receive details of any other Old Collegian in this profession.)

MINUTES OF ANNUAL THE MEETING OF THE CLUB. By the Hon. Secretary, Edith C. Barker. On Tuesday, 14th September,, at 8 p.m., in the drawing-room of the Independent Hall, Collins Street, the thirty-ninth annual meeting of the Old Collegians' Club was held. The President, Mrs. A. Hay Hedley, opened the meeting with prayer. Members stood in silence as a mark of respect to the memory of an Old Collegian—Mrs. J. Bayley (Ethel Lockwood) —who had passed away, and to all peoples who had suffered sorrow during the years of war. The President then asked for the National Anthem to be sung as a prayer. Seventy-five members were present, apologies being received from Mesdames P. R. Leslie, W. Russell, L. Davies, J. Gamble, I. Shellard, A. Kershaw, C. Bull, Sambell, Misses D. Cooper, E. Harcourt, H. and J. Torry, E. Hocking, J. McAleice. Minutes of the annual meeting, 1942, published in the December issue of the magazine, were read, their adoption being moved by Mrs. L. Chambers, seconded Miss Ruth Flockart. Business ex minutes—Recommendation from the meeting that the Council consider the advisability of the Annual Church Service being held at the Auburn Methodist Church. Decision of the Council was that the Service be held at Wesley Church, as had been since the inauguration of the Service. War Loan Bursary.—Referred to Council for any further action in connection with same. Council decided to launch an appeal for an Old Collegian Bursary, the sum of £700 being amount required. The appeal to be launched through the magazine,, and proceeds from functions to be placed to fund.

The Honorary Secretary then presented the report for 1942-43. Following the presentation of balance sheet by Mrs. E. A. Bell, in absence of the Hon. Treasurer (through illness). The adoption of the Hon. Secretary's report and the balance sheet was moved by Mrs. E. A. Bell, seconded by Mrs. T. Twycross. Adoption carried. Report was then received from delegates to the National Council of Women, Mrs. E. C. Burton and Mrs. T. Twycross. The report was tabled and adoption carried. Secretary of the Dramatic Club, Mrs. L. Downing, gave a resume of the year's work. The syllabus for the year was left for arrangement with the Council, the date of Garden Party being given as 4th December. The following notice of motion being received, was presented to the meeting: "That an Honorary Life Membership be conferred on the Honorary Secretary of the Sydney Branch of the Club, Mrs. H. Leckie (Bessie Williams), who formed the branch in 1931, and has held office of Hon. Secretary for the past eleven years." Several members, who had visited Sydney, spoke in appreciation of the Hon. Secretary's warm welcome to them and of her services to the Club. Motion carried. Business brought forward from the Council meeting: "That the Old Collegians' Club donate annually another prize to the School." It was brought forward that the educational trend was to do away with the prize system, but the School was finding it difficult on account of the prizes which had been donated, and the suggestion was that a picture be presented. The feeling of the meeting was one of regret that girls might lose the joy of having a book presented as a prize, but until such time the wish was for a book, costing approximately 30/-, be presented, if acceptable to the School. At a Council meeting it had been suggested a tradition be formed in the Club by the President presenting a book to the library during her year of office. As in the past, it had been understood the holding of office was not to entail any financial obligation, it was asked this be brought forward at annual meeting so that past Presidents might pass an opinion as

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to whether they would like to be connected with same. The book presented to cost 30/-, to be specially bound and have a book plate. As the suggestion met with approval, it was agreed a letter be written to past Presidents acquainting them with details. Correspondence—Letter received at Council meeting— The Editress, "Old Collegian." Dear Mrs. Chambers,— The School needs an adequate library. For years now the Old Collegians have launched no appeal for money for a gift to the School commensurate with their debt to her. Knowing well your. personal generosity of spirit, I ask you to open a library fund. I hope that you will aim first at £1000, later more. As you are aware, school fees cannot be stretched to cover such a project. I offer you £5 on condition that nineteen others make a similar donation within three months, and I believe that we could reach our first objective within three years. We are a very old, a very big, and a very enthusiastic school. Your appeal should certainly stir many.—Yours faithfully, ELLEN CHRISTENSEN. Miss Christensen then spoke of the necessity for an adequate library for a school such as M.L.C., and also pointed out that in the post-war reconstruction the School might act as part of a community centre. Mrs. L. Chambers then spoke of what was being done by other school clubs to help forward movements. Discussion then took place. Whilst the meeting was in sympathy with the proposal, it was agreed the Club having recently launched the Bursary Fund appeal, it could not launch a Library appeal. Miss Christensen then moved: "That, in view of the immense debt of Old Collegians to M.L.C. and the necessity in modern education for better equipment, this meeting support the establishment of a sub-committee to raise £1000 to aid in the improvement of the College Library." It was then suggested by Miss Christensen that a sub-committee of four be appointed, including Mrs. L. Chambers, asking the President and Secretary to be exofficio members, but this was later enlarged to

six, with the provision that members of subcommittee need not necessarily be members of the O.C.C. The following names were submitted:—Mrs. L. Chambers, Misses E. Christensen, Betty Fraser, Betty Jackson, Netta Jones, Anne Rigby, President and Secretary ex-officio. The President, Mrs. A. Hay Hedley, then put this matter of a sub-committee, raising the sum of £1000 or more for the School Library, for the approval of meeting. Carried. Election of office-bearers then took place, names being read to meeting. Mrs. Alan McCutcheon, on behalf of members, thanked the President and Council members for their service during the year. Mrs. Basil Kilvington, adding a few words of appreciation, seconded same. Mrs. A. Hay Hedley„ in welcoming the incoming President, Mrs. Gordon Sutherland, spoke of the happy year of office she had completed, and wished Mrs. Sutherland just as happy a one. The meeting then closed, and members enjoyed a cup of coffee as the guests cf Mrs. Hedley.

ANNUAL REPORT OF THE CLUB. 1942-1943. On behalf of the Old Collegians' Club of the Methodist Ladies' College, I have pleasure in presenting the Thirty-eighth Annual Report for the year 1942-43, during which time the Council met six times. At the second meeting the Executive was elected as follows:—Office-bearers: Mesdames E. A. Bell, W. Blackburn, E. C. Burton, L. Chambers, W. Hocking, A. W. Nicholls, Misses N. Campbell, D. Harcourt and I. Pearson. Our meetings for the year have been held in the drawing-room of the Independent Hall, Collins Street, Melbourne by the courtesy of Mr. W. Jack. Back-to-School Day in September was the first gathering for the year, when old girls met in the Fitchett Hall, and were welcomed by the Principal, Rev. A. Harold Wood, and the Senior School. A very delightful programme was given by the girls, and our newly-elected President, Mrs. A. Hay Hedley, addressed the assembly. Collegians were the guests of the School at afternoon tea.

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I regret arrangements were not made to have notes taken of the speeches, so that country members could have shared the afternoon with us. Three were able to be printed in the "Old Collegian," and I should like you to know the reason for the choice of these old girls being asked to pay tribute to the School on our behalf. 1942—the Diamond Jubilee year of the ColOur President thanked Mrs. Wood for the lege. What a picture floats across our mind! welcome extended to all, and bid welcome warm numbers The few at the opening of the College, special guests and representatives of the growing, until thousands have passed through to The Hermitage, and specially weland P.L.C. the portals of the School, and then the f ew— the older past students, who had come a short lapse after leaving—meet together to comed guests to make this day memorhonoured our as form a Club, so that the link may be forged the School owed much. whom to and able, between the past and the present. Mrs. J. Stafford (Harriet Sayers), one of The Diamond Jubilee of the College, and the first girls at the School, was our first the School again offers us the privilege of amalspeaker. A talk, humorous and serious, leading gamating the "Old Collegian" with "Silver to ponder in our minds whether we, sharing and Green, generously meeting us with the us spirit of the School, had accepted our the cost of printing. It was fitting that the "Old responsibility and carried it into life. Collegian" should be under the cover of Miss Edith Lewis, B.A., past senior mistress, "Silver and Green" in this great year. Memed with the longest period of service, and Miss bers of our interstate branches appreciat the that Ruth Flockart, present staff member with serregretful How copy. a receiving photo. of the Adelaide President, Mrs. C. L. vice of longest period. Morgan, could not be put through in time to Mrs. Basil Kilvington (Lucy Watsford), who be printed. In future photos. of our three proposed the toast. Mrs. Kilvington was the Presidents will be included in the December proposer and foundation member of the Club, issue, also that of the Secretary when change actively interested throughout the years, daughof office takes place. ter of the Rev. J. J. Watsford, who took charge as up with link to of the College in the absence of Dr. Fitchett, decided Your Council a many Old Collegians as possible, so that a and whom many boarders will remember as evenings. r newspape their to past by the visitor regular tribute could be paid to the School pupils, and so the Garden Party was to be an The gathering was a most inspiring and important gathering. Being in touch with the memorable one. first pupils, we were able to contact Old ColSpeech Night was the School's commemora legians from 1882 to 1942. Arrangements tion of its Diamond Jubilee. Old girls were were complete for Saturday, 5th December, to . asked to join the School Choir in the renderbe a great gathering. Afternoon tea was to ing of special music. The Town Hall was be served in the quadrangles as well as in packed to capacity, and the musical programme the dining hall, loud speakers connecting out was outstanding, the "Hallelujah Chorus" being from the hall. Saturday, a much-needed, steady the climax. The note of thankfulness to God rain set in until well into the afternoon. Guests for all His mercies was the dominant expreswere received by the President,. Mrs. A. Hay sion. The vast audience, looking down on the Hedley; the Principal, Rev. A. Harold rows and rows of girls, must have asked themWood, and Mrs. Wood, in the entrance porch. what foundation were they building in selves How different the entrance to-day from our the community for these girls to work on. Conenrolment day, when we were quiet and full gratulations to the Principal, Staff and girls. of wonderment! Now laughing and talking The Ethel Landen Prize was awarded to with those whom we shared school days—a Nancy Trewhella in Honour English. steady stream of 425 Old Girls.

In November the office-bearers were welcomed at morning assembly by the Principal, Our President had the privilege of speaking to the girls and bringing before them the ideals c f the Club and the necessity for them to join us and so strengthen the link with the School. Eighty•one of the girls joined.

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In April the Council had the pleasure of meeting the School girls of 1942 . A very happy evening was spent at the Colle ge in the boarders' lounge, when Mr. and Mrs. Wood and Miss Ball were present. In May your office-bearers were asked to join with the School in the Church Service. As this service is always broadcast, all can join in. Then in June the Old Collegians ' Service was held at Wesley Church, when the Principal, Rev. A. Harold Woo d, conducted the service, giving a stirring addre ss on the influence of a Christian woman. The lesson was given by the verse-speaking trio, Dr. Rona Brown, Miss J. Illingworth and Mrs. Lloys Rush, which added much to the service. Misses E. Haas, M. Lancaster and B. Wood gave a beautiful rendering of "God Is a Spirit" and "Lift Up Mine Eyes ." There was a very good attendance, and many girls in uniform were present.

to deny ourselves so that our contributio n will help forward the fund? Let us do some thing about it. If each member put 6d. a week aside for one year, in 1945 a daughter of one of our Service men would be at M.L. C. Think and act. The holder of the Margaret Tidd eman Scholarship for 1943 is Ruth Beed . Old girls received with pleasure the news of the appointment of Miss D. Ball as Lady Superintendent.

On your behalf I record the appreciatio n of the Old Collegians' Club to our Principal, Rev. A. Harold Wood, and to Mrs. Wood, for their welcoming us at the College and placing the boarders' lounge at our disposal for entertaining. Through them we thank the staff for their co-operation, also the house staff and all connected with the College for the ever-ready hand of helpfulness extended to us. In July the Literary Evening was held at Although we have not had the oppo rtunity the College in the boarders' loung e. Cheery of meeting one another often, our thoughts fires greeted us on arrival. A recor d of the pass to old girls. To those who are ill we send School Choir was played at the open ing, and our loving greet ings and wishes for speedy the Misses Haas, Lancaster and Wood gave recovery. To those who have suffered sorrow a group of madrigals. Dr. Moni ca Prescott we extend our sympathy, and special spoke of her experiences in occup thoughts ied China. are with those who have loved ones The attendance was smaller than on active usual, about service. 65 being present. Although the We mourn the passing of Mrs. F. Magazine with the name of the speaker did Baily (Ethel Lockwood), of Hobart, who was not reach a few members till the Friday, the date was an interested member of the Club, and sister of given well ahead, and notice was in the papers two Old Collegians. early in the week, also Mr. Wood announced The membership of the Club stand this at Assembly. The lateness of s at: publication Financial mem bers, 598; life members, 100; was caused through a rush defence order with hono rary life members, 6. We are glad to the printer, and all magazines were have in the more girls joining up as life members, 0/5/ mail on Wednesday morning. From this evensubscription—a good investment. We ing a sum of £7 was donated to want the Bursary every girl leaving School to join the Club Fund. and he an active member. We hope for great days The Bursary Fund, which Mrs. Hedley men- ahead. Those days will only be realised through tioned at the Garden Party, and appe aled for each girl taking our motto, "Deo Domuique" in the "Old Collegian," is our Diam ond Jubi- —For God and for Home—into her daily life. lee gesture. As you read in your "Old Col- Individually we must do much. As a Club. legian," £700 is the sum which the Scho ol has our influence must be felt. On your behal f to set aside to allow for a bursary tenable for I thank the President and Council for their one year's tuition in the Senior School. We work during the year, and extend a warm welare all very grateful that we have been privicome to the incoming President, Mrs. Gordon. leged to be pupils at M.L.C. Are we ready Sutherland.

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Hon. Secretary, Mrs. John Forsyth (Edna L. Pryor).

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I have been asked to write "some notes on the doings of our members." Since we closed our rooms January, 1942„ "for the duration," we have been meeting regularly. Our Sixteenth Annual Meeting was held at the Y.W.C.A. Rooms on Saturday, 12th September, 1942. A full report was read by the secretary re the placing of the furniture, etc., until our opening date, after the war. When our rooms were temporarily closed, we had about 60 members, and 45 members wished to remain financial "for the duration and for six months after our reopening." During the year we have met at the homes of the following members:23rd October: Mrs. W. Blackburn (Vera Lockwood). 11th December: Mrs. G. Sutherland (Eva Hall). As this was our sixteenth birthday, a charge was made, and £2 was presented to the P.O.W. Fund. A delightful musical programme was given. 5th March: Mrs. W. Hocking (Winnie Norman). 4th June: Mrs. W. Jack (Amy Jeffreson). 6th August: Mrs. W. L. Russell (Ida Skelton). Mrs. Sutherland recited "The White Cliffs," which was so much appreciated. 1st October: Mrs. A. Morgan (Mavis Beck). 26th November: Mrs. T. Wood (Gertrude Osborn). 18th December, Saturday, at 2.30, we are holding our Christmas Party and Seventeenth Birthday, at the home of Mrs. Russell, 13 Park Street, Moonee Ponds. We are anxious that this should be a very happy reunion, so will all members please accept this as a personal invitation? Those accepting please 'phone Mrs. Russell, FU5595, or Mrs. Forsyth, WF7885, by Thursday, 16th December. A collection will be taken for the P.O.W. Fund. On behalf of all, I would like to thank the above members most sincerely for making these

pleasant afternoon gatherings possible, and to thank those members who have so loyally remained with us during these trying and difficult times. The office-bearers and committee extend kind thoughts and best wishes to all Old Collegians, and earnestly look forward to brighter and happier days in the near future.

MINUTES OF TWELFTH ANNUAL MEETING OF SYDNEY BRANCH. MELBOURNE M.L.C. O.C.C. CLUB. Dinner Held Tuesday, 10th August, 1943. There was no annual meeting or dinner last year owing to war conditions and black-out regulations, so I shall not weary you to-night giving a report of the 1941-42 activities, except to mention in passing that gatherings were held in 1941 on the following dates:-15th October, 29th October, 17th December; and in 1942 on 3rd June. It was decided that office-bearers remain unchanged and carry on until times were more settled. Our main object was to keep in touch with each other, and continue the friendships and comradeship that mean so much more to us these days when we appreciate meeting together and forgetting for a brief while our war work and worries. Our gatherings this year have been as follow:2nd September, Wednesday: We met for lunch to greet our ex-President, Mrs. Odgers, who had taken her family to the country for the year. It was both interesting and illuminating to hear of the family activities and the busy life on a country homestead. The few of us who were fortunate enough not to have other engagements met at Mrs. White's home the next day to hear more about things. 7th October, Wednesday: Eleven members only were able to accept Mrs. Shain's kind invitation to lunch with her at her Vaucluse home. For those not living near the water, the activity on the Harbour was intensely interesting, and from our hostess's large windows we were able to watch, among other things, the boom across the harbour in operation, and also follow the activities of a naval launch retrieving a depth charge that had been discharged, but had not exploded, after our then

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recent sub. scare. All spent a most enjoyable afternoon, and appreciated Mrs. Shain's hospitality very much. 8th December, Tuesday Evening: We decided to have our usual Christmas party. The weather was not what we would have chosen, for the rain fell in torrents. However, our spirits were not dampened, and a happy evening of flag bridge was enjoyed. The highlight of the evening was the presentation to Jean Watson of a beautiful Beswick pottery vase as a wedding gift from all the members. Jean has always been so ready and willing to give us the pleasure of hearing her sing, and our President (Miss Kennedy) expressed to Jean in well-chosen words our appreciation and good wishes. On 9th January this year, 1943, Isabel McClelland asked us to her home in Mosman to a shower tea for Jean. We had a very happy afternoon, and enjoyed seeing all the pretty gifts given to our guest of honour, who was married on the following Saturday, 16th January, to Alan Grozier.

as a house is procurable in Melbourne for the family to move to. Janet Black is still hoping for news of her fiancee in Malaya. Millicent Slater is expecting to go north soon, and we are sorry she was unable to be with us to-night to give us a talk on her experiences in Ceylon and journeying to and fro. Our new members are sadly outweighed by those who are leaving us, and this year Doreen Lancaster is our only new member to record. Last December a cheque for 25/- was sent to Dalmar Children's Homes, and we asked that it be specially earmarked to give a Christmas treat to the children to take the place of the sweets and oranges we usually send to them.

May Clarke's elder daughter, Rhoda, is with the V.A.D.'s up north, and Mrs. Bluett's daughter is with the W.A.A.A.F.'s, coming top of an officers' school in Melbourne, and is now at Richmond. Mrs. Chancellor's younger son, Russell, is 6th April, Tuesday evening: Twenty-two in the R.A.A.F., and is at Ballarat continuing members met in the Club Rooms for flag bridge, his studies at the moment. and we had the pleasure that night of giving Mrs. Hunt (Zella Payne) has a son in EngLinda Clemens (Belcher) a vase as a wedding gift from us all, for Linda had been married land as a bomber pilot, and the secretary's at very short notice (as she had expected), two sons are also in the R.A.A.F. Mrs. Macdonald has one son a prisoner of so as to make the most of her husband's leave from Darwin. Linda's willing help in typing war in Malaya, and the other one is up north. out notices is much appreciated. To Linda News has been received that Linda Gluth is and Jean the Club wish many years of happi- with the W.A.A.A.F.'s, and we are trusting ness. soon to hear further particulars of her doings. Then on 7th July (Wednesday) 20 members Our sympathy is extended to our members, met for a happy luncheon party at the Club Flo. Greenhill and Dorothy Sutton (Reynolds), Rooms. There is always plenty of news to who lost their mothers during the year. exchange at our meetings, for all like to hear Our President (Miss Kennedy) and I repreof one another's doings. We regret sincerely sented the Melbourne M.L.C. at the Burwood having to report that Jean Crane (Elvins), M.L.C. break-up last year, and we do apprewith very short notice, has left us to live in ciate this link with our Sydney sister. Melbourne, and though we feel glad for the Jean Grozier (Watson) is still with the parents having all their family together once A.B.C. wireless chorus, and we were very more, as Sheila is also in Melbourne now, we thrilled one night recently when we heard over are very sorry to lose Jean from our midst. It the air that Jean Grozier and the wireless chorus is sad to think also that Sadye White (Rey- would now be heard. nolds), who unfortunately has been unable to Ena Preston is one of the Macquarie Ensemattend our last few gatherings owing to her ble from Station 2GB, and we congratulate our broken ankle, will be following Jean as soon two singers on their successes.

SILVER AND GREEN We appreciate Miss Kennedy's carrying on the responsibilities of President for the two years, and our Treasurer also. We were happy to have the opportunity of having our President's photo. in the Jubilee issue of "Silver and Green" and appreciated the kind thought of the mother club sending a souvenir copy of the issue to each Old Collegian. Many happy memories were revived as we read of the present School's activities as well as of Old Collegians. The sun seems to be breaking through the dark clouds of war, and although we still may have years of readjustment ahead of us, we feel that war news everywhere is brighter, and we can only hope and pray that our dinner next year may be celebrated with a world at peace and homes reunited once more.

NEWS FROM M.L.C.O.C.C. SYDNEY BRANCH. The annual dinner was held on 10th August in the Girls' Secondary Schools' Club Rooms, after which we had our annual meeting. Our retiring President, Miss Eileen Kennedy, had two years in office, as we had no election of officers for that period. There were eighteen members present, many apologies being received, mostly because of sickness. With the exception of the election of a new President, Mrs. Shain, there was no alteration in the members of the Council. This is the first time Sydney Branch has been honoured with the opportunity of electing a Past President of the Mother Club as its President. For the opportunity to see Mrs. R. N. White (Sadye Reynolds) more than twenty members accepted the invitation of Mrs. H. W. Chancellor to tennis and chatter at her home at Cedar Bank, Wahroonga, at the end of August. After a spell of bad weather, it was a bright, sunny day; for which all were very appreciative of being out of doors. Saturday afternoon seems the best time these days to get the numbers together. A small etching was given to our guest of honour by the President, Mrs. Shain, and signed by all present, to help her to remember the happy days spent together with us, and given to many of us in her Sydney home. We hope her Melbourne home will

be a temporary one. Mrs. Shain expressed the thanks of the members for a happy afternoon. Ruth Anderson (Watson) had a little daughter early in September. Consie Jope, with her husband, has returned to reside temporarily in Melbourne. Ron. Leckie, our Secretary's elder son, has obtained his commission in the R.A.A.F., and has gone to his operational station. Jean Macdonald's eldest son broadcast from Tokio recently. She also had a letter and post card from him in the recent mail, ihich made her recent trip to Melbourne much happier. Office-bearers, Sydney Branch. President, 1943-44: Mrs. G. M. Shain. Secretary, 1943-44: Mrs. Leckie.

ADELAIDE. Annual Report Year Ending 13th August, 1943. I have the privilege again to present the tenth annual report of our Club, and as we embark on its eleventh year I take this opportunity of wishing it every success. I take pleasure in welcoming Mrs. J. Morton (Joyce Love) and Miss Mary Stolz as new members to our Club. Our membership has not increased as we would wish, but owing to war-time activities we must, perforce, content ourselves with fewer members. As we all have so little freedom for pleasure these days, it was decided to have all but one of our meetings in or near the city, and to hold them during the afternoon. This arrangement has proved most satisfactory, and we find we are able to maintain our usual standard of happy reunions and true comradeship. The one disadvantage of afternoon meetings is that we see so little of our business members. The committee met on 18th February, 1942, and the programme for the ensuing year was arranged. In December a meeting was held at the Botanic Gardens. Afternoon tea was served. The President arranged the programme, and we enjoyed a happy social afternoon.

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In April a picture afternoon was held, at which many Old Collegians were present. We then had our annual mixed bridge evening, which was held at Mrs. Stephenson's home. It was a most successful evening, and our thanks are due to our hostess for all the thought and care she exercised in making it an enjoyable night. Proceeds went to P.O.W. funds. We owe a great deal to the loyalty of our President, who is ever ready to interest herself in all Club activities. I would like to thank her, the committee and all members for consideration shown during my term of office. (Mrs.) P. McKenzie Strang (Connie Beighton), Hon. Sec., Adelaide Branch. Office-bearers, Adelaide. President, 1943-44: Mrs. C. H. Winnall. Vice-President: Mrs. Benda. Secretary, 1943-44: Mrs. L. A. Cox. Assistant Secretary: Mrs. Fields. Treasurer: Mrs. Ritchards.

NEWS FROM ADELAIDE. Mrs. Grace's (Lilian Bell) son, who is a squadron leader attached to the R.A.F. in England, has been awarded the D.F.C. for conspicuous work. Mrs. Morton (Joyce Love), whose husband is with Guinea Airways, is now resident at Glenelg, South Australia. Mrs. Strang (Connie Beighton) has had a P.O.W. card from her husband, who is in Borneo, to say that he was not wounded, and is well. Mrs. Adlum (Edith Gardner) has received advice that her husband, who is a P.O.W., has been moved to Osaka, Japan. Mrs. Richards's (Gwen Edwards) husband is now with the R.A.A.F. at Darwin.

DELEGATES TO OF REPORT NATIONAL COUNCIL OF WOMEN OF VICTORIA. It is with pleasure that we, your delegates, present the annual report of the National Council of Women of Victoria.

The meetings, held on alternate months, have been well attended, and delegates and members have had the pleasure and privilege of hearing many interesting speakers, whose subjects have covered a wide range of interests. The first meeting of the year was held in the Melbourne Town Hall, the president, Mrs. Herbert Brookes, occupying the chair. The speaker on that occasion was Mr. Timperley, well-known author, and until recently International Adviser to the Chinese Government. He spoke of the effects of six years of war on the Chinese people, drawing attention to the way in which they evacuated from the coastal areas to towns further inland, the whole project being accomplished by ricksha. The Chinese were out for better education, and hoped to have a school for every one hundred families. In conclusion, he drew attention to China's resentment of the White Australia policy, and hoped that after the war this matter could be adjusted. On 8th April Professor Browne spoke on "Advice for Educational Problems." England, he considered, was advanced, despite the war, but the United States of America was intellectually more alert and had made great headway. Both countries realised the importance of nursery schools and youth centres. Russia had made great advances, and had every confidence in her own country. In Nazi Germany the system was different. Education was State controlled, the whole population being sent to primary schools; from there they were drafted to other schools, according to their ability. Scouts selected special types for Adolph Hitler schools, who went for six years free, and were supplied with pocket money. At eighteen years of age they were sent out and secretly watched, the best being brought back at 21 and sent to school again until 30, where they were taught everything, including gunnery. The best of these were then sent to school until they were 35. In this way the best became the rulers of the Nazi State. Our new order cannot afford to have something similar. The problem of the outback country school was being met, in Tasmania, by area schools. They had one school to a specified district, in which everything was taught and transport

SILVER AND GREEN was arranged for all the students who attended. The Professor hoped to see the same thing in Victoria. Summing up, he stressed the importance of equality of opportunity for all. On 10th June the President reported a change of address, this time to Elizabeth House. A letter was forwarded to the Federal Government, requesting that pensions be granted to the mentally ill, as well as to those afflicted physically. Miss Squires, organising secretary of the National Fitness Council, then addressed the meeting, and spoke of the work done within 35 organisations. She stressed the importance of youth organisations, comniunity centres, adequate playing fields, and recommended that suitable space should be set aside, where children could be quiet and do their home work. She advocated greater use of libraries and a better understanding of the nutritional value of foods. Attention was then drawn to the Victorian Housing Commission's work at Fisherman's Bend, where 370 families had been rehoused, each with a garden, and overlooking the sea. There existed an ideal community centre, complete with recreational hall. On 12th August Dr. Percy Cook was the speaker. He is an industrial psychologist, and spoke on the effect of war on industry, and how it affected the welfare of the people. Many women to-day had entered industry who would ordinarily not have been there, and consequently factory managers had had to revise the hours, and decide for what type of work they were best suited. Thus greater amenities for the workers have come about in factories, such as proper washing and toilet facilities, cloak and luncheon rooms, and regular rest hours, thus preventing fatigue, and in ensuring greater efficiency—increased production. Dr. Cook thought that the whole trend in industry to-day seemed to be of a more democratic principle, and should prove a useful experience in post-war reconstruction. IDA M. BURTON. VIOLET TWYCROSS.

UNIVERSITY NOTES. By Betty Hookway. There was a gathering of the clan when no less than sixteen freshers joined the 30 odd M.L.C. girls already at the University. Lucky freshers, too, missing all the back-breaking trench-digging and frantic A.R.P. rehearsals which featured in First Term last year. War work has been considerably soft-pedalled with the passing of the invasion scare, but we did our bit, before the shop began, stewing with the tomatoes at Shepparton for two months. It was hard work, but we enjoyed ourselves immensely, in spite of the heat and genteel lady visitors, and felt quite professional canners. After recovering from Shepparton, we all settled down to work steadily, our main job in war-time being to pass exams. Clubs and societies flourish as ever, and M.L.C. has prominently featured in 1943 "Clubbers News." Zoe Proud is secretary to the Evangelical Union, and Lorna Grierson to S.C.M., with many supporters, whilst others are pillars of the Labour Club. In addition to these, there is a number of M.L.C. girls in hockey and tennis teams, and Betty Hookway sub-edits "Farrago." The Queen's College play, "Winterset," was one of the features of the year. It was an excellent production, and thoroughly enjoyed by all, especially those girls who ran during the ushering into the college gowns. We here at the University feel that we have not done all we should for the School, but next year we hope to swell considerably the library appeal funds by some kind of University show. Girls at the University. Medicine: Dawn Davis, Joan Eggleston, Lynette Firth, Edith Hewitt, Leslie Leask, Frances Parkin, Rosemary Williams. Science: Enid Brown, Diana England, Jean Clarke, Loloma Green, Dorothy Pollock, Betty Wicks, Valerie Sheriff. Music: Dorothy Bennetts, Dorothy Dungey, Valerie Forsyth, Alison Hall, Pat Murray, June Pearson, Audrey Walklate, Judith Nixon, Ercil Thompson, Anne Rigby, Gwenda M. Wilson, Gwenda 0. Wilson.

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Commerce: Netta Jones, Nancy Trewhella. Massage: Brenda Bundara, Judy Campbell, Margaret Neil, Heather Rentoul. Arts: Carlotta Ellis, Betty Hookway, Clare Kosky, Lois Semmens, Marjorie Stewart, Margaret Rouch, Anne Rosanove, Barbara Taylor.

STRICTLY PERSONAL. News and Notes of Old Collegians. Wyn. Harcourt, having completed her training at the Children's Hospital, has taken a position as staff nurse at the Frankston Hospital. Wyn. was successful in winning the Jeffrey Wood Gold Medal, which is awarded to the nurse who, in her final year, has the highest examination record, the best ward reports, and best attitude to patients. We congratulate you on this achievement, Wyn. Mrs. Gordon Sutherland (Eva Hall) has been appointed special magistrate at the Children's Court, Brighton. Mrs. Guy Barrenger ( Jessie Finlay) gave a delightful party in August last, to which many Old Collegians were invited. Among those present were Mrs. Vernon Jones (Una Louden), Thelma Tomholt, Maisie Greig, Mrs. L. S. Chambers (Jean Davison). Jean Outtrim, who has been nursing in Hobart for some considerable time, has been in Melbourne on vacation. She visited Katie Derrick. Mrs. David Monkhouse (Edna Edge) is living at Beulah. Edna's sister-in-law, Sister S. Monkhouse, has recently been appointed matron of our own Methodist hospital, "Epworth." All Old Collegians (and there are many) who have had the pleasure of working with Sister Monkhouse send her greetings and congratulations on her appointment, and wish her every success. Mrs. W. Hartnett (Mavis McCutcheon) is living in Mosman, N.S.W. Mrs. J. G. McGregor (Grace Guthridge) has been notified that her husband is safe in Malaya. Nancy McLennan has received promotion in the Education Department, and has been stationed at Wonthaggi.

Sylvia Duncan, who was doing research work in the Botany School at the University, was recently married, and has gone to Townsville to live. Joyce Parkinson and Pat. Hauser are both teaching in the Education Department. Joyce has gained "credit" in Grade 1, Art of Speech. Enid Wadeson, B.Sc., has charge of the standardisation of insulin at the Commonwealth Serum Laboratories, Royal Park. Edith Derrick, M.Sc., is in charge of the Hay Fever and Asthma Department at the Commonwealth Serum Laboratories. Roses Meredith is also on the staff at the Commonwealth Serum Laboratories. Mrs. Owen Johns (May Pescott) has recovered from a recent severe illness, and has returned to her home in Camberwell. Gwenda Wilson has returned to Melbourne, after a successful trip to Sydney. Mrs. Pederick (Dorothy Clarke) has been her husband, Rev. A. W. advised that Pederick, who was severely wounded in New Guinea, is making good progress. Millis and Bess. Thomas, of Hawthorn, assist in the kindergarten attached to the Camberwell Methodist Sunday School. Bess. is still at Dalgety's. Beryl Splatt, M.Sc., is working at the Royal Melbourne Hospital Laboratory. Mrs. Midgley (Lorna Tomson) has been spending a short holiday with Gladys Weaver, of Boort. Lorna's husband is in Central Australia. Mary Benson and Edith Luke are working at the Navy Office. Mrs. H. E. Brehaut (Mary Overend) has been Mayoress of Kew during the past twelve months. Joan Ball is working in the Physics Section at the Munitions Supply Laboratories, Maribyrnong. Nancy Trahair is working in the General Chemistry Department in the Munitions Supply Laboratories. Vera Read is doing voluntary work in Melbourne. She is attached to a first aid post,

SILVER AND GREEN in connection with which she has been helping with home nursing lectures. She also assists at Stonnington Red Cross Convalescent Home. Gwen Cook is now doing her second year in the Radiography course. She is a technician at an X-ray clinic in Melbourne. Barbara L. Murray is in charge of a search. light detachment "miles away from anywhere." Dorothy M. Hill is working with her. Barbara's address is VF396706, Aust. A.A.S.L. Buy., R.A.A., Australia She will be glad to hear from any Old Collegians. Shirley Ebbott is working at 3UZ. She is in charge of the Scrip Department, and occasionally helps with the radio work, mainly relief announcing. Isobel Gordon is nursing at Khartoum, Sudan. Clarice Sanders did an emergency course in Industrial Welfare under the direction of the Commonwealth Department of Labour and National Service. She is now one of a team of industrial welfare officers in a munition factory in N.S.W. Heather Ebbott is doing textile chemistry at a laboratory in Melbourne. Marion Jenner is nursing at the King Edward Hospital in Perth, W.A. Marion has announced her engagement to Cpl. J. Rigg, who is a son of Mrs. F. Rigg (Myrtle Tanner). Betty Wood has charge of the Bush Nursing Hospital at Hopetoun, Vic. Frances Wade has been appointed Chief Craft Worker for Australia, and is attached to the Rehabilitation Department at National H.Q. Betty Hall has been appointed Commonwealth National Library Liaison Officer. Old Collegians will be interested to hear that Mrs. Roy Macneil (Miss Simm) has four children. None yet speaks Latin fluently. Mrs. Macneil is living in Canberra. Betty Cooper has completed her general nursing training at the Royal Melbourne Hospital. Jean Pearson is on the music staff at the Presbyterian Ladies' College. She will complete her Bachelor of Music at the end of this year.

Margot Passingham is working in Cairo, Egypt. Her mother, Mrs. F. S. Passingham, who was a former senior mistress in the Junior School, is now residing in South Africa. Pat. Williamson is at present at the Teachers' Training College. Phyllis Frazer is at the Council of Scientific and Industrial Research. Joan Day and Sheila Daly are both at the Research Laboratory, Maribyrnong Munitions Factory. Alene Paul is at the Victoria Barracks, and Marie Chenoweth at the Navy Office. Isobel Chenoweth is doing kindergarten work. Ruth Derrick is in the Government offices in Fiji. Thelma Baker and Dorothea Macdougall have completed their nursing training, and are now triple certificated nurses. Thelma is on the Travelling Baby Health Centre touring the Mallee. Dulcie Sincock, who completed her nursing training at the Royal Melbourne Hospital, is now doing a medical course. Good luck, Dulcie. We wish you every success. Lilian Williams, of Tasmania, sends greetings to Old Collegians, and hopes to join in some of our festivities when war conditions permit. Margaret I. Donaldson has a full-time occupation managing the homestead and farm generally. She sends greetings to all her friends. Mrs. Ian Shellard (Lois Hocking) has had her husband home on leave from New Guinea Mrs. Ian Robertson (Gwen Triplett) was welt supported by Old Collegians on her wedding day. Among those present were Jean Vaughan, as bridesmaid; Mrs. Pope (Joyce Tyzack), Mrs. 7att (Vi. Roberts), Mrs. Freeman (Nola Walker) and M s. Henrichs (Betty Shaw). Mrs. Ron. Freeman (Nola Walker) also had many Old Collegians among the guests on her wedding day—Mrs. Roberts (Gwen Triplett), Mrs. Watt (Vi. Roberts), Mrs. Pope (Joyce Tyzack), Mrs. Henrichs (Betty Shaw) and can Vaughan. Nan. Vickers, who went abroad with the first batch of Army nurses to leave Australia,

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has returned from the Middle East. She was forces and trained at Sandhurst. He is a lieustationed at a military hospital in Melbourne tenant in the Coldstream Guards, and has been for some months, and has now been trans- all through the W. African campaign. ferred "somewhere up north." Mrs. R. S. Smith (Rosemary Heath) is now Dorothy May Williams is doing visiting in her own home in Eastwood, N.S.W. nursing in the Glen Iris district. Ercil Thomson is at "Invergowrie" HomeMrs. Forsyth (Edna Pryor), who is doing craft Hostel, doing first year Domestic Science. transport work at General Motors, finds herShe has been accepted by the W.R.A.N.S. for self surrounded by Old Collegians. Among 1944. those who have been showing an interest in the Elizabeth Hooke has been nursing at a activities of our Club are Mrs. Fraser (Kath. suburban hospital whilst awaiting her call to Forster), Mrs. McGuigan (Gwen Barnett), the Methodist Babies' Home. Marjorie Tootell, and Dorothy Barnett. Peggy Came has completed her third year Faith Murray excelled herself recently when nursing at Epworth Hospital. she and a friend won the duet competition at Marjorie Thomas is assisting her father, Dr. the Ballarat competitions. Douglas Thomas, in the X-ray Department at Mrs. Forsyth (Edna Pryor) recently spent a Bethesda Hospital. few days chatting over old times with Mrs. Anne Rigby is doing some confidential work Bowman (Dorothy Lloyd). at the Barracks. Dulcie Whittaker has completed her physical Isla Pearson has been for many weeks in education course, and is now on a school staff Heidelberg House, but has now returned to at Toowoomba, Queensland. her home. We are happy to say her health Elma Cox is assistant matron at a military has much improved. hospital in Melbourne. Joan Forster and Betty Jackson are on the Alison Deveraux and Joan Green are on the staff at M.L.C., Hawthorn. staff at St. Andrew's Intermediate Hospital, Enid Collins is on the staff at Scotch ColEast Melbourne. lege. Lorna Sicely has completed her medical Ivy White, Mus.Dip., and Meryl Ross have course, and is a resident medical officer at St. been appointed to the staff of the Music School, Vincent's Hospital, Melbourne. M.L.C., Hawthorn. Lois Burke is on the teaching staff at Clyde, Mary Fox has been appointed assistant to Woodend. the National Secretary of the Youth Movement Millicent Slater has recently been trans- of the Y.W.C.A. This will mean much interferred to another area, and sends greetings to state travelling for Mary. She will be greatly fellow Collegians. missed at Melbourne headquarters. We wish Connie Leigh, who is assistant superintendent her every success in her new sphere. of the Australian Red Cross unit in Ceylon, Joan Eggleston has completed her second has written a most interesting circular letter year medical course with 1st class honours in telling of the experiences of her unit in wel- every subject. She also won the Physiology coming shipwrecked Americans. (The Editress Exhibition. Congratulations, Joan! would be pleased to send a copy to any interDoreen Lancaster is doing 1st year Physical ested member.) Education, Sydney University. Betty Worboys's (Lavers) husband, Dr. W. J. Mrs. F. T. Davidson (Enid Gray) is at presWorboys, is chairman of the Plastics Group of ent living in Victoria. Her husband, who is a Imperial Chemical Industries in England. missionary of the Borneo Evangelical Mission, Mrs. R. Napier White (Sayde Reynolds) has has been interned in North Borneo. returned to Melbourne to live. Mrs. Ivor Schalit (Jill Cantor), daughter of Mrs. E. Southey's (Ethel McComas) son, Mrs. Cantor (Stella Langley), is now a bargee who was at Magdalen, joined up with the British on England's canals, with her husband, Major

SILVER AND GREEN Ivor Schalit. They draw vital war goods along the English canals. Jean Harris, Principal of Adelaide M.L.C., was a delegate at the Y.W.C.A. Conference in Sydney recently. Mrs. Evans (Kathleen Harper) is now living in Melbourne. She has been abroad about fourteen years. Old Collegians will be glad to know that Mrs. Kilvington, who has been extremely ill, is now out of danger. We send her our loving thoughts. [The secretary received a letter from Mr. Basil Kilvington thanking all Old Collegians for their many thoughtful acts during Mrs. Kilvington's illness.] ENGAGEMENTS. The "Old Collegian" offers congratulations to the following girls:— Loloma Green to Lieut. Stuart Weir, A.S.C. Norma Stevenson to Pte. Eric Godfrey, A.M.F. Gladys Weaver to Gerald Coutt, A.I.F. Joyce Fisher to Bill Head, A.I.F. Yvonne Paddock to Sgt. Ronald Rickerby, R.A.A.F. Doreen Ditterich to Mr. James Willis. Mary Benson to Sgt. Rodney Trahair, A.I.F. (Rodney is a brother of Nancy Trahair.) Joan Ball to John Ensor, R.A.A.F. Hazel Missen to Mr. William G. Richards. Shirley Nicholls to Sgt. William Dunkin, R.A.A.F. Dorothy May Wilks to Mr. A. J. Temple. Thelma Studley to Dallis Martin (A.I.F.). Marion Jenner to Cpl. John Maurice Rigg, R.A.A.F. Evelyn Pryse to Mr. John Andrews. Margaret Bridgborn to Cpl. Owen Davies, R.A.A.F. Judyth Oliver to S.B.A. Norman Liddicut, R.A.N. Amy Pilkington, Daphne Johnston, Doris Smith (Merbein), Marjorie Embury and Barbara Marfleet have also announced their engagements. Betty Gregory to Gunner Ernest J. Curtis, R.A.N.V.R. Mavis Wicks to Sgt. Alan G. Hall, A.I.F. (returned) Shirley Cockfield to Cpl. Leslie Wilson, A.I.F.

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Dorothy Brien to Cpl. Kingsley Elton, A.I.F. Joan Membrey to Flying Officer Kenneth Monro Anquitil. Joyce Ebbott to Mr. M. Whitbourne. Shirley was bridesmaid. Jessie Parsons to Geoffrey Lloyd Taylor. Isabel Waite to Mr. Gerald Woodward. Dr. Roma Brown to Dr. Geo. Charters Hilda and Enid Brown were bridesmaids. Betty Shaw to Lieut. Lloyd Henrichs, of U.S. Army. Gwen Triplett to Mr. Ian Robertson. Jean Vaughan was bridesmaid. Nola Walker to Mr. Ron. Freeman. Ivy Evans to Mr. Robertson. Matron Mar:)rie Vasey was bridesmaid. Phyllis Kemp to Dr. E. Stuart Esnouf. Joan was bridesmaid Joan Blanchard to Gunner Clifford Crockford. Wilma Potts to Pilot Officer Wilfred E. Knapp. Win. Dobbie was bridesmaid. Betty McConchie to Cpl. R. Hogg, A.I.F. Isabel Lewis to Mr. W. Madden. Joyce Knights to Mr. Jesse. Doris Brown to Mr. Garland. BIRTHS. Rev. and Mrs. Reg Bye (Kathleen Scholes), a daughter (Heather). Mr. and Mrs. J. Davies (Marjorie Bryant), a daughter. Mr. and Mrs. Harry List (Dorothy Stick), a daughter. Mr. and Mrs. Willis (Loris Williams), a daughter (Brenda Helen). Dr. and Mrs. D. Oxer (Joyce Semmens), a daughter. Mr. and Mrs. A. Druitt (Joyce Lowry), a son. Mr. and Mrs. Mitchell (Mavis Allen), a daughter. Mr. and Mrs. Tassicker (Edna Macdonald), a daughter (Clarice Elaine). Mr. and Mrs. Gay (Maisie Gay), a son.

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Mr. and Mrs. W. B. Millar (Dorothy Mr. and Mrs. Jellbart (Jean Howard), a Reseigh), a daughter (Meredith). son. Mr. and Mrs. Hugh H. Davies (Enid Miller; , SILVER WEDDING. a son (Kenneth). with pleasure we announce that Mrs. It is Mr. and Mrs. J. C. Harrison (Margaret W. E. Hocking (Winnie Norman) celebrated Smart), a son (John Edward). Lieut. and Mrs. Vincent Pearson (Lorna her silver wedding anniversary on 17th August. Congratulations, Mrs. Hocking! Deveraux), twin daughters. Flight Lieut. and Mrs. R. Riggall Prentice DEATHS. (Nance Ashworth), twin son and daughter• (Andrew and Eleanor). The "Old Collegian" records with regret the Lieut. and Mrs. Burton Horsley (Dorothy following bereavements,• and extends sympathy Nicholas), a daughter (Elizabeth). to those members, hereinunder, who have sufMr. and Mrs. J. Rodger (Edith Roe), a fered any loss during the year:— daughter. Mrs. Boyce (Vera Wallace), who lost her Mr. and Mrs. Maurice O'Connor (Hettie mother. Gibbs), a son (Richard Nugent). Mrs. Barratt (Elvie Ryall), who lost her Mr. and Mrs. Donald Grant (Bessie Pilking- mother. ton), a daughter. Mrs. J. Pollard (Kitty Bryant), of Bruthen, Mr. and Mrs. A. Petfield (Winsome Macdou- who lost her infant son. gall), a daughter (Winifred Joy). Miss Bonne Frazer, who lost her mother. Mr. and Mrs. Ravenhall (Lilian Simpson), Mrs. A. Parkin (Grace Smith), and her a son. daughter, Gretna (Mrs. West), and Frances, Mr. and Mrs. R. Malkin (Madge Errington), who lost their son and brother, during naval a son (Ian Robert). operations. Mr. and Mrs. Adamson (Joan Moon), a Mrs. Shilloto (Marjorie Stevens), who lost daughter (Barbara Joan). her father. Mr. and Mrs. R. Roberts (Betty Christopher), Misses Mavis and Flora Lancaster, whose a daughter (Bromwyn Helen). father died. Miss Effie Parkinson, in the loss of an only Mr. and Mrs. Lyons (Dorothy Jewell), a son sister. (David William). Miss Isobel Gordon, whose brother, Pilot Mr. and Mrs. W. Gawith, a daughter. Officer Hugh Gordon, was lost during air operaMr. and Mrs. H. W. Holt (Varcoe), a tions. daughter. Mrs. Geoffery Brock (Audrey Henshaw), Mr. and Mrs. Clark (Nancy Wookey), a brother, David, was killed during activiwhose daughter (Diana Elizabeth). ties in New Guinea; also her brother, Geoffrey, Mr. and Mrs. F. Martin (Nance Wyatt) a who died after a long illness. son (Ross Joseph). Sister Geltha Forsyth, who lost her mother. Mr. and Mrs. Furphy (Clemens), a son. Mrs. Harris (Margaret Carnegie), Mrs. L.A.C. T. R. J. and Mrs Walduck (Noel Miller (Lila Carnegie), Florence and Claire Ebbott), a son. Carnegie, on the loss of a brother. Mr. and Mrs. Collings (Mavis King), a son. Mrs. Johnson (Laura Gaylard), who lost Lieut. and Mrs. L. Henrichs (Betty Shaw), her mother. a daughter (Diana Elizabeth). Mrs. Rice (Esmee Blewett), who lost her Mr. and Mrs. Bert Shergold (Leslie Hold- mother. ing), a son. To the family of Mrs. Messent (Amy Mr. and Mrs. Max Whitbourne (Joyce Graham). Ebbott), a daughter. To the family of Phyllis Woodmason, and to Mr. and Mrs. Geoff. Howard (Doris Ward), the family of Mrs. Mansley Bennett we send a son. a sympathetic message.

—C. Stuart Tompkins. MUSIC SCHOLARSHIP WINNERS, 1943. Back Row: Pat. Greer, Ellen Thorne, Audrey Fleming, Margaret Rentoul, Valerie Rowe, Joan Wright, Margaret O'Callaghan, Marie Bull. Front Row: Roma Lemke, Betty Knuckey, Judith Leask, Margery Walklate, Doreen Draper, Ailsa Thomson, Judith Downing.

"BRIDGE ACROSS THE YARRA." Val. King-Smith, 15 Years, Pass VI.b, Krome.

"TREES."

—Fay Long, P.VI.b, Fitchett.

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Mrs. John Kelly (Winnie Lyall), who lost her father. Dorothy Cerruty, who lost her father. Mrs. Colin Fraser (Dr. Dorothy Champion), Mrs. Garlick (Dr. Winifred), Ruth and Esther, who lost their father.

Vale, Mrs. Peterson The many M.L.C. Old Collegians who knew and loved Mrs. Peterson will deeply and sincerely regret her passing. Strangely, in every sorrow, there come to our minds scores of happy memories which, while in no sense mitigating our sense of loss, do much to cushion the blow, and we gratefully recall them. We have to turn back many pages of the Book of Time to recall that day when Mrs. Peterson first came to be the friend of Club members, sharing our burdens, joys and sorrows, solving our problems, and sending us on our way the happier for having talked with her. We really felt that she "belonged," that she was, in the fullest sense of the word, one of

EXTRACTS FROM LETTERS OF OLD COLLEGIANS. MISS FITCHETT, 24 Swan St., Hobart. Tasmania, writes to Edna Forsyth: . . "Please give a greeting from me to any of my girls whom you meet in your goings to and fro. My thoughts go back constantly to my College days. Sometimes I think I would like to see all the new buildings, and at other times I feel that I would rather remember it as I knew it. May God bless it, and all connected with it." HARRIET RUSSELL, at Holker Hall, Cark in Cartmel, Lancashire, writes to Rosie M. Hanna: . . "It means a great deal to me to get news of you all, and in war-time, somehow or other one's friends become doubly dear. . . Your description of the M.L.C. break-up brought back memories of school days. Do you remember how we all used to practise for the break-up in the Assembly room. . . You ask for some interesting news for the School magazine. My life at the moment is a humdrum one, with no excitement beyond helping at a canteen, doing a little for the local W.V.S., helping at the Red Cross, and I imagine

us. She came to us in a period of deep personal sorrow, just after the death of her husband, and many times said that her associations with us made her feel that life still held much happiness for her. Brave and vibrant was her spirit, and just as she used it to brace herself against the soul-weariness that might have encompassed her, so she used it to stimulate us all, more particularly in the tension of these war years. Mrs. Peterson's friends were many, and we of the Club Rooms and the O.C.C. pay a loving and sincere tribute to one who was always our friend and counsellor. To her family we extend our deep and heartfelt sympathy.

from your letters that your life is much the same as ours. "I am at present teaching the small son of the Earl and Countess of Crawford, at Balcarre's. He is the premier Earl of Scotland, and as head of the very historic House of Lindsay, is a remarkably able man and a very busy one. His Scottish seat is at Balcarre's on the east coast of Scotland. Haigh Hall, where we are now, is a colossal house, full of wonderful pictures, tapestries, and books, as well as other rare treasures. "The gardens here are wonderful, though, owing to the war, they do not get the attention they used to get. There are literally thousands of rhododendrons of every hue, and at present they are a veritable picture, mingling, as they do, with the multicoloured azaleas, myriads of bluebells, and pink and white chestnuts. Last month there were primroses, and thousands of golden daffodils. `God's in His heaven, all's right with the world,' seems so true amongst all the beauty of an English garden in May." DORA A. LADE (Hewitt), of Brookdale, Koornalla, via Traralgon, writes: . . . "I have little news. The only Old Collegians near here are Mrs. Stuckey and Mrs. Dunbar, and I do not know much of them at present, as my own particular duties prevent me from going into the township

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them. We are gratified at this, the first function in connection with the Library Appeal. It would be difficult indeed to find words to express adequately our appreciation of the musical talent of these artists. We all hope this may be the forerunner of many other such delightful artistic treats.

DR. R. W. MACAULAY GIVES AN ADDRESS. On 4th November Dr. R. W. Macaulay, the Moderator-General of the Presbyterian Church, gave an address in Fitchett Hall. It is to be regretted that so few Old Collegians availed themselves of the opportunity to hear this experienced and talented speaker deliver his message, "The God of War is Guarded by a Dragon with Four Eyes." However, it was their loss, and those members who braved the elements and did come were more than repaid by the stirring talk given. The schoolgirls provided musical items. MISS JOAN ILLINGWORTH arranged a recital in the Methodist Hall, Sandringham, on 26th November, the proceeds of which go to the Library Appeal.

OLD COLLEGIANS ENJOY BEING SCHOOLGIRLS AGAIN. A few weeks ago I was delighted to learn that the December issue of the Old Collegians' magazine is to be incorporated with the College magazine, "Silver and Green." I consider this a wonderful idea, and I am sure it will receive the hearty approval of all Old Collegians, for it will bring old and present girls into closer contact and sympathy. As this is the first combined issue since the special Jubilee number of last December, I feel I should like to avail myself of the opportunity to express, on behalf of all the Old Collegian members of the Jubilee choir, very sincere appreciation and gratitude to the College authorities and students for allowing us to join with them in their sixtieth Speech Night celebrations.

We counted it a great privilege to swell theranks of the School Choir, of which we are so proud. Indeed, it was a tremendous thrill to consider ourselves as schoolgirls for one all-too-short and wonderful night. Every rehearsal was a joy, and to sing again the beloved school songs was an experience never to be forgotten. So to all those of the present School we say a very sincere "Thank you." W. JEAN CROW.

OLD COLLEGIANS OWE GRATEFUL. THANKS. The Old Collegians owe grateful thanks to Rev. and Mrs. Harold Wood, who are ever ready to place the schoolrooms, music hall, grounds and equipment of all sorts at the disposal of Old Girls. Their interest and cooperation in any activities by Old Collegians are always greatly encouraging, and we one and all appreciate the sincere welcome which they always give us.

ANNUAL LITERARY EVENING. Dr. Monica Prescott's Experiences in Occupied China. The Annual Literary Evening was held in the Boarders' Lounge at M.L.C. on 9th July. Records of the School Choir were played, and musical items given by Misses Elsa Haas, Mavis Lancaster and Blanche Wood were much enjoyed. Dr. Prescott's speech was of such great interest that we print it in full. "On 9th October, 1936, my husband left England to take up the position of Professor of Physiology at the Cheeloo Christian University, Tsinan, North China. I remained in England' for a year to complete my medical course. Soon after he reached China we received letters from him telling us of the University. The Trans-Siberian railway was then open to, mail, and letters only took two weeks to reach England from China. His description of North China and the University filled me with envy, and I longed for the day when I would be able to join him. He described the University campus, which was like a beautiful garden in the midst of a desert. It was a residential University, so the grounds were very extensive. On the-

SILVER AND GREEN outskirts were two schools, one for the Chinese children, and the other an English-speaking school for the British and American children. The men's and women's dormitories, on opposite sides of the campus, were also well away from the other buildings. A little farther in were the homes of the professors and lecturers. These were well-built, two-storied homes, most of them with central heating, and all with lovely gardens. Nearer the centre of the campus were the University buildings, including the School of Theology, School of Administration, Arts and Science Schools, and the Library, and in the centre of the whole campus stood the Union Church. The University was increasing in size each year, and in 1936 there were 650 students. By this time the Canadian Government, recognising the value of the work done and the high standard achieved, granted it a British charter, so that all graduating Chinese students could practise in the British Empire, as well as in China. The Medical School, with its large teaching hospital, was one of the biggest branches, but, unfortunately, these two buildings, though only three minutes' walk from the campus, were situated the other rside of the city wall. The staff of the University comprised English, American, Canadian and Australian professors, lecturers and doctors. The students were all Chinese. In 1937, after graduating, I left England, but it was during the same month that the :Japanese began their offensive in North China. After rather an anxious journey, my husband .and I met in Hongkong, where we were made welcome by Rev. and Mrs. D. Childe, of the English Methodist Church. We were intending to continue north, but the Japanese were rapidly advancing, and we were detained for five months. However, we were able to attend a language school in Hongkong, and so did not waste time. In January, 1938, we left Hongkong, with -its mild winter of about 65 deg., and travelled on the rough China seas for ten days till we reached the great cosmopolitan port of Tientsin, which was shivering in its mid-winter of 30 deg. below freezing. In North China the whole year's activities are centred around the dreaded winter. The people wear thick padded No University students remained, as the Japan-

chin to the feet. They are made of two layers of material, with cotton wool in between, and in the summer time the women unpick all the garments, Wash the material, and tease out the cotton wool, and then remake them into clothN. for the next winter. The shoes are also padded and made with cloth, and the soles are made of cardboard. As there is no rain for nine months of the year, the shoes are fairly serviceable, and if it should rain the people stay at home if possible. Fuel for keeping the homes warm is one of the greatest problems. The coal, which was available until the Japanese took over, was too expensive for the average Chinese to buy, and there is no timber. Children are seen all the year round with sacks on their backs gathering autumn leaves, cabbage leaves, scraps of paper, or anything likely to burn. But most of the fires are kept going with coal dust balls. These are balls made of ordinary mud mixed with a little coal dust and dried in the summer sun. They cannot burn without assistance, and so small children are employed all day to blow the bellows. The people of North China are nearly all undernourished. The rainfall is small and unreliable, and their wheat harvest is never a success. Among the 35 million people in the Shantung province, the average family income is only £5, and that has to clothe, warm and feed them. Flour is the chief food. With it they make steamed loaves of bread, and, apart from the bread, a little white cabbage and, on special occasions, a little meat, they eat nothing. Deficiency diseases are common, and tuberculosis is rife, due to the poor conditions and the overcrowding. Every year thousands die from starvation and cold, and crowds pour into the cities each winter hoping that the Salvation Army or other relief organisations will give them enough to keep them alive. It was in this starving country that the University was built, and with its trees and green lawns it stood out like an oasis in the desert. Towards Christmas, 1937, the Japanese were nearing the city of Tsinan, and without much fighting they took the city on Christmas Eve. On Christmas Day Japanese guards stood on duty every half mile along the city wall, and the streets were filled with soldiers. dresses in one piece, reaching from under the

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ese do not favour higher education for the Chinese. Some of the students returned to their homes, while others trekked for months until they reached Free China, and are now continuing their studies on the West China University campus at Chengtu. Apart from hospital treatment, our work was temporarily suspended. But we soon decided to start other classes of a lower grade. We started evening classes in reading, writing and arithmetic among the Chinese servants, and during the day had courses in nursing, pharmacy, laboratory technique, agriculture and hygiene for Chinese students. These were allowed, as no degrees were conferred. The Japanese appointed their own Japanese professor, and the study of Japanese was made compulsory to all. In all the schools in occupied territory the teaching of Japanese replaced that of English, and Japanese signs were put up on all the railway stations. Our work continued fairly satisfactorily, but life was not easy. We had to beg for flour and coal for the hospital from Japanese officials, whose joy was to keep us on short rations. About five per cent. of our Chinese students were in the pay of the Japanese, and sent to the classes to spy on their classmates. The same was true of the hospital coolies. Freedom of speech therefore vanished, and many times hospital coolies, patients and students were removed by the Japanese police because they were anti-Japanese. After being severely tortured, they were shot. Their spy cvstem was both thorough and accurate. My husband was hospital superintendent during this time, and he had frequent visits from Japanese doctors and high officials who desired to look over the hospital. Their general attitude gave the impression that they were deciding what best use they could make of the hospital when they took over, if only they could get us to leave. They continually expressed their desire to us to go, and made things difficult for us to stay, but as we were not then at war with Japan, they could not do any more. We were well watched all the time. If we travelled by train or bus, we were questioned thoroughly by White Russians, who were employed by the Japanese because of their linguistic abilities. All our movements were checked, and on returning we had to answer

a whole series of questions again. The city gates were guarded, and to reach the hospital, which was only a stone's throw from the campus, we had to pass two Japanese sentries. with fixed bayonets, bow politely to them, and write down on a sheet of paper our name,. age, address, sex, nationality and occupation. We did this every day for over two years. One or two of our friends, who did not feel like bowing to the guards, had their passes taken. from them, and were not allowed to go through the gate at all. We were not permitted to ride past any guard, whether on duty along the road or at the city gates. Whether travelling by ricksha or bicycle, we had to alight, and walk 50 yards. The guard examined our parcels. and looked inside the seat of the ricksha, and,. after satisfying himself that we were not carrying anything dangerous to the state, we were allowed to continue, but once again had to walk until we came to a notice telling us that we could ride. Japanese soldiers came into our garden one day and picked every flower we had. It was not the deed in itself that mattered,. but it showed how utterly powerless we were in their hands. The Japanese are frightened of disease, and they did help to rid the country of typhoid,. cholera and smallpox by compulsory inoculations. After being injected, a certificate was. issued with the photograph of the person on it and full particulars of the inoculation. This. had to be carried with us wherever we went, as we were frequently stopped on the roads by policemen, who demanded to inspect it. If we had left it behind, we could not say we would go back for it. The policeman merely pointed to the side of the road and directed us to a nurse, who was waiting with needle and syringe,. and we were given another injection before proceeding. Ten people were inoculated with the one needle. A leper we knew said it did not worry him, as he always saw that he was the first of the ten. We pitied the other nine. One day a Chinese tried to assassinate a. Japanese official. The official was brought to our hospital suffering severely from a cut throat wound. We fortunately saved his life, and as a result the Japanese were most grateful, and treated us more generously for a month or two. They did not know that the hospital fee

SILVER AND GREEN he paid us also covered the expenses of his assassinator, who was in hospital at the same time, recovering from a wound received while escaping. Although we were not given much freedom and our work was gradually curtailed, our sympathies were not for ourselves, but for the Chinese, whose poverty was aggravated under the Japanese yoke. The Chinese were made to substitute the growing of wheat for the growing of cotton and opium. If the farmers refused, their villages were burned to the ground. The cotton was for export to Japan and the opium for the drugging of the Chinese people. Opium was put into cigarettes, and first injections of heroin were given free. The result was that thousands of Chinese became drug addicts. The Japanese hope that by this means, together with the prohibition of higher education, the Chinese will become unfit to rule themselves, and in a few years' time they will stretch out their hands to Japan and say, `Come and save us.' Conditions, which are always bad because of the poverty of the country, are now worse than they have ever been before. In 1941, after the evacuation of British women and children from Hongkong, the Japanese tightened things up considerably, and their attitude was very antagonistic. The American women and children left North China, and the British authorities asked any of us who could possibly be spared to leave also. After much further questioning by the Japanese and a thorough inspection of all our luggage, we finally said good-bye to occupied China, and two months later, with great joy, arrived in Australia, a land of freedom."

M.L.C'. OLD COLLEGIANS' APPEALS. The Old Collegians have launched two appeals: the Old Collegians' War Bursary Fund, which was launched last year, objective £700; the Old Collegians' Library Appeal, which has been launched this year, objective £1000. Every effort is being made to realise these amounts quickly. There should be no difficulty. Names of Old Collegians and friends who have subscribed to the Library appeal (Add

your name to this list. Donations are being received by Mrs. L. S. Chambers, 20 Goldthorns Avenue, Kew, and Miss E. Christensen,. c/o M.L.C., Hawthorn.) :— Mrs. Lloys Rush, Miss Barbara Taylor, Miss Marie Christensen,, Miss Janette Knuckey, Miss Lesley Leask, Miss Jean Sutton-Crow, Miss Elizabeth Slack, Miss Anne Rigby, Miss L. Green, Miss V. Sheriff, Miss J. Eggleston, Miss F. Parkin, Miss E. Brown, Miss D. Pollock, Misses Manfield, Miss Beatrice Wraith, Miss Pat. Phillips, Miss Doris Bligh, Miss Florence Scholes„ Mrs. E. Price, Dr. E. Fisher, Miss Hazel Parker, Miss Beryl Lindsay, Miss Gwen Shepherd, Mrs. C. Christensen, Miss D. Brown, Miss Thelma Baker, Miss Shirley Golder, Miss Edith Parsons, Miss Joan Day, Miss Belinda Blaxland, Dr. Gwen Hewitt, Miss Margaret Guthridge, Mrs. Basil Kilvington, Mrs. A. Murray Clarke, Miss Phyllis Slater, Miss E. Hotchin, Miss Joy Mills, Miss Jocelyn Buckland, Miss Millicent Ward, Miss Betty Jackson, Dr. W. Kennon, Dr. Kate Campbell, Mrs. W. French, Mrs. A. King, Mrs. F. Renkin, Mrs. Gavin Johnson, Mrs. A. McCutcheon, Mrs. A. K. T. Sambell, Mrs. Rex Dixon, Mrs. K. Muirden, Mrs. M. Harris, Mrs. J. V. Ross, Mrs. de Melnotte, Mrs. G. Sutherland, Mrs. A. Southey, Mrs. A. W. Nicholls, Mrs. H. E. Brehaut, Mrs. A. C. C. Holtz, Mrs. Chegwin, Mrs. D. Little, Mrs. Wilkinson, Mrs. H. Stevens, Mrs. Pederick, Mrs. Dewar, Mrs. Johnson, Mrs. Brumley, Mrs. Hill, Mrs. Keck, Mrs. Anderson, Mrs. J. Forsyth, Mrs. L. S. Chambers, Miss E. Kirkhope, Miss Una Cato, Miss Gertrude Adamson, Miss I. Uren„ Miss Juneve Sutherland, Miss M. Tootell, Miss M. Holding, Miss D. Heide, Miss Claire Carnegie, Miss Ellen Christensen, Miss D. M. Williams, Miss Shirley Robinson, Miss M. Ward, Miss J. Brewster, Miss N. Trewhella, Misses Q. and N. Jones, Mrs. Boyce. The sub -committee wishes to acknowledge especially the contribution made to the fundon 24th November by Form Honour VI. Thirty-nine pounds were collected by the girls from Old Collegians, friends, and the Form itself. Names of individual donors will be acknowledged later, when available. The generosity of spirit and all the hard work that lie behind the collection of so large a sum are an

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inspiration to everyone associated with the fund and with the School. M.L.C. combined with Lauriston Girls' School and held a Children's Fete on 27th November. As a result, the Library Appeal has benefited to the extent of £50, and the Lauriston War Bursary £50. We thank Miss E. Kirkhope for her interest in our Library Appeal, and for the use of the grounds.

M.L.C. OLD COLLEGIANS. Highlights of 1944 to Aid Library Appeal. 18th Dec., 1943—A walk has been arranged in the Dandenongs, by Betty Jackson. Buffet lunch, 2/-, served at Kalorama. March, 1944—Stunt-night at M.L.C. Tennis afternoon. April—Come and swim in the new swimming pool at M.L.C. May—A night of folk dancing has been arranged. Join in the dance or be a spectator. June—Picture night. You will be notified of the dates of the above activities. Keep them in mind, come along, bring any other old girls, and interest them in our scheme.

Recordings of School Choir Available. There are still a few double-sided 12-inch records available. These may be obtained at the College at 8/6 each or 15/- for two. Items recorded are:— No. 1 (a) "Praise to the Lord, the Almighty!' "Tree of Peace." (b) "The Lord is My Shepherd," by the Choir. No. 2 (a) "Snow," by Elgar, Part 1, by the Choir. (b) "Snow," Part 2, by the Choir. "Sweet Nymph, Come to Thy Lover!" "Pipe, Shepherd, Pipe!" by the Madrigal Singers.

ACKNOWLEDGMENT. The Editress acknowledges with thanks the contributions to this issue from the Rev. A. H. Wood, Edith Barker, Ruth Flockart, Mrs. P. R. Leslie, Girls of Form V.a, Betty Hookway, and many others who gave individual items of news.

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