1941 Silver and Green by Alumnae and Archives

SILVER AND GREEN Alagazior of tile cflietilobist Xubirs' (folloge JUNE, 1941.

Editress: PETERA CAMPBELL.

The Editorial "To give and give, and give again, What God has given thee. To spend thy self nor count the cost, To serve right gloriously." Perhaps never before in the history of out nation have we had such an opportunity to give and to serve, as we have now. The people of the Empire are fighting for the very life of civilisation—justice, truth, the Christian way of life. Are we in Australia really "doing our bit"? Those people who smile and say, "Britain is fighting for the right, and right must win," are not only foolish, but are a menace. If the British people had waited until their cities had been bombed before they built air-raid shelters, there would have been no need for them—the majority of lives would have been lost. We Australians, who are comparatively safe from the dreadful devastation and suffering which have befallen our mother land, should realise at once that we have a duty to perform. Every man, woman and child has a duty to

Britain and her ideals. God has granted us many gifts, among them the ability to serve, and we must use His gifts. Faith alone is of no avail, works alone are valueless! We must combine them. Even school girls like us can help in a national war effort, but we must do so immediately, remembering "that he who puts his best into every task that comes to him will far outstrip the man who waits for a great emergency before he condescends to exert himself." We must understand that we have an individual part in a national effort. Each girl in this College ought to do all in her power towards aiding our kinsfolk all the time they are struggling to maintain righteousness and justice in a world of chaos. Therefore let us give, and keep on giving, and not count the cost. There must be an earnest endeavour throughout our land and among every member of the community, with one aim, and that aim will demand sacrifice on our part. Let us act now, remembering all others who, through personal sacrifice, are achieving something for. civilisation.

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School Diary Wednesday, 12th February. — School Tuesday, 8th April.—A moving film of the resumed. Over 700 girls enthusiastically School and its activities was taken. The "walkreturned to school and friends, and many able orchestra" really looked most orchestral began new friendships. After the first week walking down the cloisters. enthusiasm noted to be slightly on the wane. Wednesday, 9th April.—Easter vacation Monday, 17th February.—Prefects appointed commenced. at morning assembly. This year no associates, Wednesday, 16th April.—School again, and but twelve full prefects, with a Senior Prefect the thought of exams. in the not so distant and a Vice-Senior Prefect. future. Ugh! Monday, 3rd March.—Many of the 1940 Wednesday, 23rd April.—Many of the special choir still at school, provided some Seniors visited the Melbourne Town Hall for musical items at a Young People's Demon- the Young People's Matinee, given by the stration in Wesley Church. A.B.C. Symphony Orchestra, conducted by Friday, 7th March.—School swimming sports Professor Bernard Heinze. held in our own pool. Congratulations, Thursday, 24th April.—Shakespeare Day Fitchett! was celebrated at school. Several scenes from Monday, 10th March.—The famous tennis "Macbeth" were presented by the Pass VI. stars, Nancy Wynne and Thelma Coyne, gave Forms, and many of Shakespeare's heroines us an exhibition of real tennis, for which we were portrayed by Honour VI., as well as brief are very grateful. talks about his life. Tuesday, 11th March.—We were all overFriday, 25th April.—A brief Anzac Day joyed when our former Principal, Mr. Grove, service was held in Fitchett Hall, during which visited us, and talked to us during lunch hour. the Senior Prefect placed a wreath on the Thursday, 20th March.—The Vice-Consul war memorial, and read to us the names of for China, Mr. Tsao, was invited to the School Old Collegians who served during 1914-18. by the I.R.G., through Miss Guyett, and Wednesday, 30th April.—In the evening addressed us during Auditorium period. many of us attended an excellent performance Friday, 21st March.—The Combined School of "A Midsummer Night's Dream," held at Swimming Sports. Unfortunately, we were the University Union Theatre. not all able to attend, but our representatives Friday, 2nd May.—The day of the term— swam very well, and M.L.C. came sixth. Sports Day (Krome the victors) ; closing date Tuesday, 1st April.—April Fools' Day!— for contributions to "Silver and Green," and No. The new edition of our School Hymnal the last day for 'bringing jam for the Old was announced, for which we sincerely thank Collegians' Appeal. the school authorities. Friday, 9th May.—The Sub-Intermediate Thursday, 3rd April.—A recital was given Picture Night, at which about 400 girls and in the Music Hall by all the winners of the friends were seen. The picture was "MaryMusic Scholarships. This made us realise land." more than ever how much musical talent there Sunday, 12th May.—The annual church is in M.L.C. service, in Auburn Church, was conducted by Thursday, 3rd April.—Mrs Linggood, a our Principal, Rev. A. H. Wood. Wherever missionary from New Britain, visited us, and possible the girls took part in the service, the gave us a most interesting talk about her work. choir rendering the anthem, "Jesu, Joyance Tuesday, 8th April.—The School Com- of My Heart," most impressively. A group munion Service was held in the Auburn of five girls recited Psalm 27, and the School Church. as a whole sang two hymns—"O Brother Man"

SILVER AND GREEN. and "All My Hope on God is Founded"— without the congregation. The service was broadcast over Station 3L0, and many people have congratulated Mr. Wood and the girls for the feeling of reverence created. Monday, 13th May.—In the evening a Lantern Lecture on First Aid was given by Mr. Murphy in the Music Hall. The lecture was

really provided for the Old Collegians, but present girls were invited. Friday, 16th May.—End of term! It is with regret that we heard that Miss Duncan is leaving us to get married, and we wish her all possible happiness in the future. To any others who may be leaving we convey our best wishes for success and happiness, and hope they will never forget 1941 at M.L.C.

School Officers, 1941 Senior Prefect.—Joan Eggleston. Vice-Senior Prefect.—Margot Jackson. Senior House Prefect.—Petera Campbell. Prefects.—Marion Appleford, Jocelyne Buckland, Enid Brown, Margaret Colborne-Veel, Lynette Firth, Ruth Johnston, June Neville, Phyllis Slater, Barbara Taylor, Margaret Tully, Robbie Walker. House Captains.—Senior: Petera Campbell (Berry), Phyllis Slater (Cato), Joan Eggleston (Fitchett), Lynette Firth (Krome). Middle: Nancy Edmunds (Berry), Vera Burridge (Cato), Linnell Wood (Fitchett), Madge Green (Krome). Junior: Estelle Nicholls (Berry), Joan Ffrench (Cato), Patsy Hall (Fitchett), Jill Stuchbery (Krome). House Sports Captains.—Senior: Margot Jackson (Berry), Robbie Walker (Cato), Doreen Lancaster (Fitchett), Ruth Johnston (Krome). Middle: Margaret Day (Berry), Audrey Fleming (Cato), Lois Walklate (Fitchett), Audrey Moore (Krome). Junior: Pat Marshall (Berry), Enid Rowe (Cato), Joyce Hiscock (Fitchett), Dorothy Yates (Krome). Sports Committee.—Mr. Wood (President), Miss Blaxland (Vice-President), Miss Foote, Miss Perkins, Miss Lindsay, Miss Kellaway, Jocelyne Buckland (Secretary), Joan Eggleston, Margot Jackson, Robbie Walker, Doreen Lancaster, Ruth Johnston, Valda Cavanagh. Sports Captains.—Robbie Walker (Baseball), Doreen Lancaster (Athletics), Doreen Lancaster (Swimming).

Red Cross Committee.—Miss Dahle (presidest), Miss Luke (treasurer), Miss Williams, Enid Brown (secretary), June Brewer, Pat Crone, Moya Seymour, Joan McCallum, Betty Brown, Margaret Wilson. Magazine Committee. — Petera Campbell (Editress), Barbara Taylor (Sub-Editress), Betty Hookway, Christine O'Brien, Winsome Newey. I.R.G. Executive.—Miss Glass and Miss Guyett (Joint Presidents), Joan Eggleston (Vice-President), Petera Campbell (Secretary), Betty Hookway (Treasurer), Barbara Taylor (Publicity Officer), Lois Bridgborn and Dorothy Lord (Joint Librarians). Walking Club.—Miss Parker (President), Miss Christensen and Miss Glass (Joint VicePresidents) , Lynette Firth (Secretary), Enid Brown (Treasurer), Phyllis Slater, Barbara Taylor, Winsome Newey, Petera Campbell. Bible Study Fellowship.—Miss Betts and Miss Horsman (Joint Presidents), Jocelyne Buckland (Vice-President), Marion Appleford (Minute Secretary), Lorna Siddons (Correspondence Secretary), Robbie Walker (Musical Secretary), Kath Wood (Treasurer), Margaret Simmons, Ailsa Thomson, Margaret Bailey. Library Committee.—Miss Christensen, Barbara Taylor (Librarian), Joan Bell, Joyce Parkinson, Jocelyne Buckland, Betty Hookway, Anne Rigby, Jean Clarke, Laurel Bamford, Pamela Thomas, Nancy Trewhella, Betty Smith, Frances Parkin, Judy Campbell, Joan Begley.

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Debating Society Committee.—Miss Prat (President), Joan Eggleston and Margot Jackson (Joint Vice-Presidents), Robbie Walker (Secretary), Petera Campbell, Phyllis Slater, Margaret Colborne-Veel, Jocelyne Buckland. Form Captains.—Honour VI.: Joan Eggleston. Pass VI.a: Robbie Walker. Pass VI.b: Margaret Tully. Diploma A: Ruth Johnston. Diploma B: Marjorie Thomas. V.a: Beth McAllister. V.b: Peggy McDougall. V.c: Alison Slack. V.d: Jean Hancock. Home Science (A) : Lorna Howgate. (B): Claire Harding. Lower V.a: Rosemary Apperly. Lower V.b: Vera Burridge. Lower V.c: Neva Start. Lower V.d: Valda Hughes. IV.a: Betty Matthews. IV.b: Nanette Smale. Lower IV.a: Enid Rowe. Lower IV.b: Joan Ffrench. Lower IV.c: Jill Faragher. Marjorie Sutton. III.b: Roma Preston. Lower III.: Dorothy Marsh. II. (Junior School): Janette Hendy. Sports Captains.—Hon. VI.: Doreen Lancaster. Pass VI.a: Margaret Lowe. Pass VI.b: Gwenda Tunnock and Jenny McConchie. Diploma A: Valda Cavanagh. Diploma B:

Miriam Wilson. V.a: Marie Beard. V.b: Lois Bridgborn. V.c: Betty Rayner. V.d: Judy Lee. Home Science A: Bobbie Allen; B: Jean Kirton. L.V.a: Nancy Edmunds. L.V.b: Margaret Day. L.V.c: Audrey Moore. L.V.d: Judy Heley. IV.a: Joyce Harris. IV.b: Dawn Punton. Lower IV.a: Joyce Hiscock. Lower IV.b: Dawn Machin. Lower IV.c: Wilma Fisher. Ina: Beryl Johnson. III.b: Joan Hollings. Lower III.: Beth Judkins. II. (Junior School): Pamela Hendy. Red Cross Captains: Hon. VI.: Enid Brown. Pass VI.a: Leah Hollings. Pass VI.b: Roses Meredith. Diploma A.: June Brewer. Diploma B: Joan Turner. V.a: Moya Seymour. V.b: Betty Barrett. V.c: Marjorie Fisher; V.d: Helen Charlesworth. Home Science A: Joyce Ryan. B: June Bath. L.V.a: Beth Duncan. L.V.b: Joan Thomson. L.V.c: Pat Crone. L.V.d: Betty Jungwirth. IV.a: Ann Hattam. IV.b: Joan McCallum. Lower IV.a: June Sprigg. Lower IV.b: Betty Brown. Lower IV.c: Deirdre East. Ina: Beverley Nicholls. III.b: Greta Gjersvik. Lower III.: June McLean. II. (Junior School): Margaret Wilson.

Public Examination Results, 1940 At the University Public Examinations in December, 1940, 45 separate honours were gained in the School Leaving Honours Examination, 32 complete passes in the School Leaving Pass Examination, and 52 complete passes in the School Intermediate Examination. Other distinctions included three Government Senior Scholarships, one University Free Place, one Women's College Scholarship, five Queen's College Exhibitions, one Liet Memorial Prize. School Leaving Honours. Ten 1st class, eighteen 2nd class, and seventeen 3rd class honours were gained in this examination. Individual results were:— Joan Brewster-2nd class Latin, 2nd class Ancient History, 1st class European History, 1st class British History (Government Senior Scholarship and Women's College Scholarship).

Muriel Campbell—lst class French, 1st class European History, 2nd class Ancient History (Government Senior Scholarship, Liet Memorial Prize, Queen's College Exhibition). Petera Campbell-2nd class English. Ruth Carne-1st class Drawing. Joan Eggleston-2nd class Biology, 3rd class German, 3rd class Mathematics III, 3rd class Physics. Phyllis Frazer—lst class Geography, 3rd class Drawing. Loloma Green-2nd class Biology, 3rd class Chemistry. Lorna Grierson—lst class European History, 2nd class Ancient History, 2nd class Latin, 3rd class English (University Free Place). Margot Jackson-3rd class Chemistry, 3rd class Biology.

—Photo. Hollywood Studios. PHYLLIS STAURENGHI, Dux of M.L.C., 1940, and Government Senior Scholarship, 1940.

—Photo. Jack Cato. JOAN BREWSTER, Government Senior Scholarship and Women's College Scholarship, 1940.

—Photo. Hollywood Studios. ETHEL MURIEL CAMPBELL, Government Senior Scholarship and Liet Memorial Prize (French), 1940.

—Photo. Maxwell Porteous. LORNA GRIERSON, University Free Place, 1940.

--Photo. C. Stuart Tompkins. JOAN EGGLESTON, Senior Prefect, 1941.

—Photo. Cyril Stevens Studio.

—Photo. Lockwood Studios. JOAN DAVIS, Senior Prefect (Elsternwick), 1941.

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SILVER AND GREEN. Lesley Leask-1st class French, 2nd class Physics, 2nd class Biology, 2nd class English, 3rd class Chemistry (Queen's College Exhibition). Nina Malseed-2nd class Drawing. Dorothy Pollock-3rd class Biology. Zoe Proud-2nd class British History, 3rd class European History, 3rd class English (Queen's College Exhibition). Margaret Rouch-2nd class English, 3rd class Ancient History. Phyllis Staurenghi—lst class Mathematics I, 2nd class Biology, 3rd class Domestic Science, 3rd class Ancient History (Government Senior Scholarship and Queen's College Exhibition). Barbara Taylor--lst class Drawing, 3rd class French. Dulcie Whittaker-2nd class English, 3rd class German. Rosemary Williams-2nd class Biology, 2nd class French (Queen's College Exhibition). School Leaving Certificates. School Leaving Pass and Matriculation Certificates were gained by:—Laurel Bamford, Joan Begley, Dorothy Bennetts, Enid Brown, Jocelyne Buckland, Petera Campbell, Valda Cavanagh, Jean Clarke, Lynette Firth, Pat Fliegner, Phyllis Frazer, Betty Hookway, Ruth Johnston, Netta Jones, Janette Knuckey, Gwen

Laidlaw, Frances Parkin, Margaret Rouch. Phyllis Slater, Elwyn Smart, Betty Smith, Barbara Taylor, Pamela Thomas, Nancy Trewhella, Pat Wilkinson. School Leaving Certificates were gained by: —Marion Appleford, Betty Frazer, Nina Malseed, June Murray, Nancy Roediger, June Sherlock, Shirley Smith. Intermediate Certificates. Marjorie Anderson, Florence Barber, Lois Brown, Monica Buckland, Betty Carter, Valerie Dixon, Dorothy Dungey, Peggy Flentje, Mabel Gamble, Marjorie Gardiner, Roberta Gilchrist, Beverley Grant, Rae Greenwood, Dorothy Hauser, Marion Hiscox, Dorothy Hodgetts, Leah Hollings, Alberta Lauer, Margaret Layton, Merl Long, Dorothy Lord„ Margaret Lowe, Doris Mather, Margaret Mawson, Roses Meredith, Pat Murray, Betty McLean, Winsome Newey, Christine O'Brien, Moira Pethybridge, Beryl Phillips, Pamela Pickett, Thelma Potter, Margaret Rentoul, Pat Reynolds, Kathleen Roberts, Margaret Robinson, Beryl Roediger, Lois Semmens, Peggy Shaw, Elaine Sherlock, Valerie ,Sherrill, Yvonne Smyth, June Start, Betty Terrell, Joyce Thomas, Greta Tregellas, Gwynneth Watsf ord, Betty Wicks, Lorna Williams, Jean Willis, Kathleen Wood.

Old Collegians' University Results December, 1940 Isobel Appleford (Arts) —Ancient History II., Hons., 2nd; British History B, Hons. June Barnett (Science) —Zoology I., Botany I., Nat. Philosophy I. Gwen Bassett (Music) —Diploma, final year. Heather Bremer (Arts) —British History B, Hons., 2nd; English Language and Literature I., Hons., 2nd; Ancient History 1., French I. Rona Brown (Medicine) —Passed 3rd year. Una Cato (Medicine) —Passed 3rd year. Winifred Champion (Medicine) —Passed 6th year. Enid Collins (Music) —Passed 3rd year Mus.Bac. Lydia Duncan (Physical Education) — Diploma.

Sylvia Duncan (Science)—Exhibition in Botany II., 1st place in Entomology, Hons., 1st in Zoology. Noel Headdey (Music).—Passed 1st year Diploma. Edith Hewitt (Medicine) —Passed 1st year. (Medicine) —Passed with Gwen Hewitt honours, 4th year. Jean McAliece (Arts) —Economic History, Hons., 3rd; Modern History B, Philosophy I. Ida Mcllroy (Arts) —Ancient History II., Hons., 2nd; Political Institutions II., Hons., 3rd. Yvonne Martin (Arts)—Economic History, Ethics, Modern History B.

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Betty Miller (Music) —Passed 3rd year Diploma (theoretical). Jessie Murray (Science) —Pure Maths. I., Hons., 2nd; Nat. Philosophy I., Hons., 3rd; Mixed Maths. 1., Chemistry. Joan Parker—Graduated Bachelor of Commerce. Jean Pearson (Music ) —Hons., 1st., Mus.Bac., 1st year. Eville Penn-Tonkin—Graduated Bachelor of Science. Dulcie Rayment (Medicine) —Passed in all subjects with honours, 3rd year. Beryl Reynolds (Science) —Maths. I., Bacteriology I., Physiology I. Meryl Ross (Music)—Hons., 2nd; Diploma, final year.

Mary Slater (Arts) —Graduated in Arts, also passed Zoology I. Betty Staurenghi (Arts) —Ethics, English B. Shirley Sterritt (Physical Education) — Diploma. Marjorie Stewart (Arts) —French I.a. Kathleen Stringer (Science) —Shared Georgina Sweet Exhibition in Zoology, Chemistry I., Hons., 1st; Pure Maths. I., Nat. Philosophy I. Ruth Walker (Medicine) —Passed 2nd year. Audrey Walklate (Music)—Hons., 1st, Mus.Bac., 1st year, Ormond Exhibition. Gladys Williams (Physical Education) — Diploma. Gwenda Wilson (Music)—Hons, 2nd., Mus.Bac., 1st year.

School Activities Devotional Notes. "All our hope on God is founded." This term our devotional meetings have been held at 8.40 on Tuesday morning. Mr. Wood has read to us from pamphlets and books written by the leaders of the Church in England since war broke out. These readings have been full of quiet courage, hope, and faith in God. Our prayers have been this term mainly for these people more directly affected by the war, for our fighting forces, and the brave people of England. We have prayed also for the poor people of France and other nations where the government is in the hands of the Nazis. Although the war has perhaps been prominent in our minds, we have not forgotten the sick at home, our native land, and our School, which also need our prayers. We feel that "Devotional" has been very helpful to us all, and, we trust, to those for —L.S. whom we pray.

Social Service Notes. With each year our Social Service activities seem to increase. The various Forms are still

helping the Inland Mission, the Methodist Babies' Home, the Cheltenham Homes for Children, and the South Melbourne and Collingwood Kindergartens and Missions. In addition, many are energetically knitting scarves, socks, stockings, etc., for the Australian Comforts Fund and the Red Cross. This year the Forms have decided to work for either the Red Cross or the Comforts Fund, together with one charity, but some are working for all three. We are still collecting waste paper and silver paper. Already we have had a "Jam Appeal" in aid of the Prince Henry Hospital, to which all the Forms have responded very well. The Ambulance Fund has now reached £75. Again this year we have had a War Savings Group, which, we hope, will grow as the year goes by. We would like to thank Mrs. Wood very much for the time she has given in making it possible for us to have this group. We would also like to thank Miss Dahle, the president of the Red Cross Society, Miss Luke and Miss Williams, for their valuable work in connection with the School's social service activities. —E.H.B.

SILVER AND GREEN. International Relations Groups. This year we are pleased to welcome as our two new presidents Miss Glass and Miss Guyett. At the beginning of the term a plan was suggested for the year's study, which included various groups working on different topics. The main subjects are "The Problems of the Pacific" and "The Economic Importance of, and International Events in, the Near East"i.e., Egypt, etc. Owing to many lunch-hour sports practices, we have not executed much of the plan yet, but the first group will conduct a meeting next term, while the others will lead later ones. We are all sure that this scheme of the girls studying different specified subjects will be very interesting, and most informative to all the members of the I.R.G.

Owing to lack of time, we have had only one visiting speaker this Term, Mr. W. Tsao, the Vice-Consul for China, but hope to have -P.C. more during Second Term.

Bible Study Fellowship Notes. "Lo, here is fellaweshippe." The Bible Study Fellowship group opened this year with a service conducted by Rev. J. W. Grove, who introduced the subject of our study, "St. Luke's Portrait of Jesus." We have had several study circles and two speakers -Miss Davies and Mrs. Linggood. Miss Betts and Miss Horsman were re-elected presidents, and both leaders and girls are co-operating in such a way that we feel that this year will be a success and a help to us all.-M.A.

Athletic Sports, 1941 This year the Athletic Sports were held later than usual, on the 2nd May. Owing to the fact that the majority of Seniors were in the throes of examinations, many of the Houses found it difficult to arrange practices for teams, but nevertheless "Sports Day" was a We were all thrilled when great success. M.L.C. won the Senior Interschool Relay against Melbourne Grammar, Ruyton, St. Catherine's, and M.L.C., Elsternwick. Our congratulations are given to Melbourne Grammar, who won the Junior Relay. Krome was the victorious House, narrowly defeating Fitchett, with Cato third and Berry fourth. The detailed results areSenior Obstacle Race.-1, M. Layton (B.); 2, J. Austin (F.) ; 3, D. England (F.). Intermediate Obstacle Race.-1, R. Wright (C.) ; 2, R. Pizzey (C.); 3, B. Hodgetts (B.). Junior Crawling Race.-1, M. Wilson (C.); 2, M. Cass (B.); 3, P. Hendy (B.) and B. Israel (C.), equal. Senior Egg and Spoon Race.-R. Johnston (K.) ; B. McLean (C.) ; 3, B. Phillips (C.).

Intermediate Egg and Spoon Race.-1, J. Husband (F.); 2, G. Coleman (K.); 3, P. Holt (B.). Junior Egg and Spoon Race.-1, J. Stuchbery (K.) ; 2, J. Weeding (F.) ; 3, B. Spowart (K.). Senior Flat Race.-1, D. Lancaster (F.); 2, L. Bridgborn (K.); 3, B. Phillips (C.) and M. Appleford (K.), equal. Intermediate Flat Race.-1, J. Heley (B.); 2, A. Fleming (C.) ; 3, G. Paul (K.). Junior Flat Race.-1, J. Campbell (F.); 2, D. Yates (K.); 3, W. Fisher (B.). Senior Potato Race.-1, M. Walklate (F.); 2, L. Bamford (K.); 3, R. Walker (C.). Intermediate Potato Race.-1, J. Harris (C.); 2, B. Knuckey (C.); 3, H. Hopper (C.). Junior Potato Race.-1, W. Fisher (B.) and D. Yates (K.), equal; 3, E. Rowe (C.). Basket-ball Goal Throwing.-1, Berry, Krome and Krome.

Berry; 2,

Junior Baseball Throwing.-1, Berry; 2, Krome; 3, Cato. (Record.) Intermediate Baseball Throwing.-1, Cato; 2, Krome; 3, Berry.

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Senior Baseball Throwing.-1, J. Eggleston (F.); 2, R. Walker (C.); 3, L. Bamford (K.). Senior Diamond Throwing.-1, Fitchett; 2, Berry and Cato. (Record.) Junior Sack Race.-1, P. Apperly (B.); 2, D. Yates (K.); 3, J. Stuchbery (K.). Intermediate Sack Race.-1, N. Edmunds (B.); 2, L. Hogg (K.) ; 3, B. Smith (F.). Senior Sack Race.-1, M. Walklate (F.); 2, L. Bridgborn (K.); 3, E. Thomson (K.). Junior Tunnel Ball.-1, Fitchett; 2, Krome; 3, Cato. Intermediate Pass Ball.-1, Cato; 2, Berry; 3, Krome. (Record.) Senior Hockey Dribbling Relay.-1, Krome; 2, Fitchett; 3, Berry. Junior Flat Race.-1, J. Campbell (F.); 2, J. Hiscock (K.); 3, J. Stuchbery (K.). Intermediate Flat Race.-1, C. Mellor (C.); 2, J. Vincent (K.); 3, L. Joolen (F.). Senior Flat Race.-Under 15, 75 yards: 1, T. Trathan (C.) ; 2, J. Cook (K.); 3, A. Howard (C.) and B. Stallwood (B.), equal.

Junior Flat Race.-Under 11: 1, M. Tulloh (C.); 2, L. Barr (F.); 3, P. Fleming (B.). Senior Corner Spry.-1, Krome; 2, Fitchett; 3, Berry. Old Collegians' Race.-1, D. Whittaker; 2, J. Barnett; 3, B. Snowball. Senior Inter-School Flag Race.-1, M.L.C.; 2, St. Catherine's; 3, M.C.E.G.G.S. (Record.) Bounce.-1; and Zigzag Intermediate Fitchett; 2, Krome; 3, Berry. Senior Inter-House Flag Race (B teams).1, Krome; 2, Fitchett; 3, Cato. Senior Inter-House Flag Race.-1, Krome; 2, Cato. (Record time.) Intermediate Inter-House Flag Race.-1, Cato; 2, Fitchett; 3, Krome. Junior Inter-House Flag Race.-1, Krome. House v. School.-1, School; 2, House. Race. - 1, Flag Inter-School Junior M.C.E.G.G.S.; 2, M.L.C., Elsternwick. (Record time.)

Boarders' Notes Tuesday, 11th February.-What a scene of busy people! More than 100 girls returned amidst cases, rugs, parents and other accessories. Friday, 14th February.-A social was provided by both old and new girls, mainly to initiate the latter. Friday, 21st February.-Miss Deasey very kindly gave us a talk on the lives of Charlotte, Emily, and Anne Bronte. Saturday, 22nd February.-We invaded our swimming pool for a most exciting swimming carnival. Monday, 3rd March.-Some of the senior boarders accompanied members of special choir to a Young People's Demonstration at Wesley Church. Wednesday, 5th March.-Many of us attended the Home Missions Meeting in the Town Hall, and were especially impressed to see our Principal conducting a Ministers' Choir.

Friday, 7th March.-After much shouting at the Swimming Sports, held in the afternoon, we were visited in the evening by Miss Dwyer, who gave us a very interesting and entertaining talk on "Manners, Behaviour, and Etiquette." Friday, 22nd March.-One or two girls gave us most interesting Book Reviews of well-known books, such as "Cobbers," "On the Edge of the Primeval Forest," and "Wide Horizons." We have had posters for all our evenings, and book covers were illustrated for this one. Friday, 4th April.-We had a "Children's Literature Evening," during which scenes from "Alice in Wonderland" and the "Blue Bird" were enacted, and talks were given on well-known children's poets, authors, dramatists, and artists. There was an exhibition of books illustrated by Kate Greenaway, Arthur Rackham, and Dulac. Saturday, 5th March.-Accompanied by Miss Pearson, several of the worthy members

SILVER AND GREEN. of House visited the display for Garden Week at the Alexandra Gardens. Saturday, 9th March.—We were greatly honoured by the visit of Flight-Lieutenant Bill, who showed us some very interesting films, particularly in connection with the Forestry Commission work and the damage done by bush fires. Friday, 2nd May.—After an excess amount of shouting and barracking at our Athletic Sports, we had—an Opera Evening. Many of the voices seemed a little overstrained, but the evening was a great success. We should like to thank Mr. Wood for his solo, and Miss Ball and Miss Anderson for their duet. Saturday, 3rd May.—Feeling very frivolous (and out of funds), the Gardening Club decided to have a Fancy Dress Evening (charging 3d. admission). The Gymnasium was certainly a very peculiar sight—and sound —and we were especially thrilled to note the four late-corners who arrived in school uniform, namely, Miss Deasey, with her violin, and bow in her hair; Miss Pratt, in winter frock; Miss Anderson, in summer frock, and wearing

short plaits (?); and Miss Pearson, looking extremely sporting in gym. tunic, socks, and red accessories (red for House). Epilogue. This year in House, a system of "Wing Captains" has been introduced. Eight girls have been appointed House Prefects, but to save confusion with the School Prefects, are named differently. These are: Rosa Dawkins, Ruth Duggleby, Roberta Gilchrist, Doreen Lancaster, Beryl Roediger, Nance Roediger, Betty Smith, and Kath. Wood. We would like to thank them for their valuable assistance to the Staff during the Term. Unfortunately (for us) both Miss Duncan and Miss Pratt are leaving the Resident Staff ar the end of the Term. As already mentioned in the School Notes, Miss Duncan is going to be married, while Miss Pratt is becoming a day mistress. To both these members of Staff we convey our best wishes, and express our gratitude for what they have done for us. We are also sorry to hear that Nance Roediger is leaving school this Term, and we —P.G. say "Good-bye, good luck."

—P.C.S. (16 years), Honour VI., Cato.

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Original Material pants of this earth know about these discoveries. Tall, and strong, and grey, it rises I do therefore beg to set before your underFrom the buildings all around, standing eyes an account—in my own words— Dwarfs its puny little makers, taken from the writings of the above-mentioned Fills them all with awe profound. A—, of the discovery of a most appetising Still it towers through space eternal, dish—Roast Beef. With the blue sky for its friend, A certain Pharaoh of Egypt, the remnants And it stands for truth and beauty, whose final resting place may be found of Steadfastness and faithful duty, miles out of Cairo, who lived several several end. glorious a serve to There thousand years before Christ, was very fond of his food. In fact, he liked for his breakFirm and confident it rises, fast a lamb, for luncheon a bullock, and Brave to meet the future still, usually an ox for dinner. Sometimes there Built on resolution, courage, was a variation, and he had a whale for Heart, and brain, and nerve, and will. breakfast; but whatever he had, it was always Built to face the coming future, raw. However, he used to eat his meals rather Built to recollect the past, hurriedly, as he had to supervise the construcBuilt to serve each generation, tion of his own particular pyramid. So, after Fitting them to serve our nation several years, his digestive organs began to When their time arrives at last. rebel. He could no longer look his food in the face—he had it whole, you know. There• Round its head is wreathed the wonder fore a court of inquiry was set up to inquire Of our noble School's career, into the different methods of preparing beef, his Making it the glorious symbol favourite dish. The greatest scholars for many Which draws friend to friend more near. miles round travelled by the next mail boat Blue skies gleam and glow beyond it, to Cairo to try to aid the digestion of the Fleecy white clouds flank its spire. Pharaoh. There it stands in all its glory, Happily for the sovereign, a scholar, by And reflects the College story, name Ali Roast Hammed, one day, while Reaching high, but aiming higher. examining a piece of beef, carelessly let it fall into the fire. He took no notice of the Cato. V.a, —A. G. Thomson, 14 years, incident until a faint aroma assailed his nostrils. "Ah!" quoth he, "Yum, yum," and proceeded to gnaw a lump of the meat. The Origin of Roast Beef. This was, as you imagine, the origin of (In the style of Lamb.) roast beef, the name invented by the sage, who, As I was saying the other day to my friend, as reward, received a pension and a mansion, , an authority on matters pertaining to and lived in comfort for the rest of his days. A the cuisine, and the history thereof, and who I cannot, however, vouch for the account has just published a manuscript under the awe- given above, but I shall ever owe my most inspiring title of "The Evolution of the Art grateful thanks to him who discovered the of Preparing Dishes for Carnivorous Animals joy of roast beef—that luscious dish, with as Studied by a Vegetarian," it is certainly tasty unctuousness, inside of which are hidden very remarkable how slow the human race was the succulent juices so pleasing to the palate. at discovering the elementary methods of pre- Ah! I can almost taste it now, and see it, too, paring food, and how little the mundane occu- ly;ng there, surrounded by peas, potatoes, beans

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SILVER AND GREEN. and Yorkshire pudding, all paying homage to a superior being. The height of a bullock's ambition is roast beef. —Leah Hollings, 15 years, Pass VI.a, Berry. The Duck's Revenge. (A True Story.) One day, standing by the lake in the Botanic Gardens, I was fortunate enough to see this comical sight. A big black swan glided along, then stopped and put its head under the water. A little brown duck who had been watching the swan swam up, lowered its head, and butted the swan ,f rom behind as a goat would have done. The duck then swam calmly away as if nothing had happened. The swan's head quickly arose, and it looked about, startled. The duck had mingled with the others, so it was impossible to find the culprit. As the swans are bigger, they can get more food than the smaller birds. Probably the duck had seen its chance, and was having its revenge. —Margaret Simmons, 14 years, L.V.a, Fitchett. Interlude. One evening, as the twilight gloom Spread out her mantle grey, Scme impulse chanced to turn my eyes Towards the window and the skies. I gazed entranced—a rosy stream Filled all the heavens with radiant bloom. I hastened out to see this sight. How changed the garden looked! The grass was living emerald green, The leaves all had a wondrous sheen, The gladioli seemed to glow With hidden light. The miracle did not last long; The rose soon faded back to grey, And left the garden as before. But I had seen an open door Which showed a glimpse of Fairyland. Then closed; and left me there to stand And watch the garden's daily hue, The fairy spotlight gone. —Lois Semmens, P.VI.a, Berry.

The Dream. I was sitting one autumn afternoon under a huge spreading oak on the lawns. The leaves were turning colour, and in every direction were glimpses of green, gold, red and brown. As I sat dreaming, there came to me the scund of singing. I got up and wandered into the cathedral. The choir boys were at practice, and were singing the beautiful words, "Jerusalem, Jerusalem, Hark how the angels sing!" from "The Holy City." The sunset glow was beginning to stream through the stained glass windows depicting the thorn-crowned King. The colours of the glass cast a rich warmth across the lofty naves. The song ended, and the boys' voices were raised again in "The Sevenfold Amen." The music became softer and softer, and I put out my hand to grasp the seat in order to stand up and go closer. But, instead of my hand touching the pew, it clutched the arm of the chair in which I had fallen asleep. —Peggy Flentje, P.VI.b. Pansies. Iris stand so straight and tall, Violets seem to rest; Red roses have the sweetest scent, But I like pansies best. Poppies fill Joan's garden-bed, Mary likes flowers that climb, Shirley likes flowers that come from the hills, But pansies are favourites of mine. —Margaret McCutcheon, 9 years, Krome. Desire. Dear Bird of Desire, Why grow thou in me, To soar with the spire Above yon pine tree? Alas! I know not: My heart only tells I have tied a gold knot Among beauteous spells. You fly over mounts And pass trees so green; Your blessings one counts— Yet you're never seen. —June Austin, V.a, Fitchett.

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14 Tuck.

A Crowd! A Bustle! A Crash! A Yell! I grab a cake, Once more the swell Surges through the narrow door, And someone topples to the floor, Lunch flies this way, money that, None 'cept the one heeds this mishap. Sandwiches, Pies, Buns, And chips, All are mouthed By eager lips, And, adding to the general din, Is the voice of the "Pre.," just in To tell us that the proper door Is NOT "the one we've used before." —W:M.E.N., Pass VI.b, Cato.

A Ideal Citizen. "Good evening, Mr. Jones! And what do you think of the war? Dreadful, isn't it? All those men being killed and everything." "Quite, Mrs. Smith. Good evening." Mrs. Smith walked on, pleased that she had made an impression because of her knowledge of the situation, or so she thought. Soon she came to her destination, the little cottage of Mrs. Wilkes, a widow, like herself. She knocked at the door, and soon plump little Mrs. Wilkes, opening the door a fraction, peeped out. "Oh, it's you, Mrs. Smith," she said, flinging the door wide open. "Come on in." "I must only stop a minute," said Mrs. Smith, crossing the threshold. Nevertheless she stayed an hour. They talked for a while about the weather, and hats, and such like, and then the conversation turned to the subject of Mr. Jones. "A marvellous man," said Mrs. Smith, "and an excellent citizen. I hear that every election he employs a private detective agency to inquire into the credentials of the candidates and then goes and interviews these would-be politicians himself!"

"Yes, and a friend of Mrs. Green's niece's husband told him that Mr. Jones had put £2000 into the war loan, and Mrs. Green told me just the other day." "And he's sold his car so that he won't need to use any petrol, and he reads the paper every day, and 'listens to every news broadcast, 'arid never misses one of Mr. Churchill's speeches, and sees all the military processions through the city, and he has given things to the Red Cross to raffle and—and all!!" "He's a wonderful man, and I hope my daughter Jane will marry such a man, but Jane's so funny. I don't think she's at all patriotic in her opinions really, although she does help the War Loan and Comforts Fund. But she keeps on saying Hitler is not a beast, and that's exactly opposite to what Mr. Churchill says!" At this moment the young lady in question came into the room. "Hallo, Mother, Mrs. Smith. Talking about that again. Do you know why we're fighting, and if we're fighting in the right cause?" "Well, it's so that monsters like Hitler can be stopped. But there is Mr. Jones passing. I'll call him in. He'll be able to tell you— he's such a good man." "Well—um--er," said Mr. Jones. Then he said what Mrs. Wilkes had said already, but confessed that he had never considered the second part of the question. Then Jane said, "This recalls to my mind part of an address by Abraham Lincoln. Have you ever read it? `With malice towards none, with charity for all, with firmness in the right, as God gives 113 to see the right, let us strive on, to finish the work we are in, to bind up the nation's wounds, to care for him who shall have borne the battle, and for his widow and orphans, to do all which may achieve and cherish a just and a lasting peace among ourselves and with all nations."' "With firmness in the right, as God gives us to see the right." Jane is an ideal citizen, for her land and for the world, for she realised the deeper meaning, but did not make the ourward show, as did Mr. Jones. Jane is the type needed to bring about universal peace. —J.W., P.VI.a, Cato.

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The Blackout.

Travelling to School on a Wet Morning.

One night I stood in Cotham Road, Where trams go whirling by, But all was quiet and myriads of stars Were shining in the sky.

It was raining when I left home for school this morning. I hurried to the station, keeping as near to the fences along the footpaths as possible, to avail myself of the little shelter there was. But as Fate would have it, everyone else had the same idea, and I had the option of remaining among a rough, noisy, splashy, wet and inconsiderate crowd, or of walking in the rain on the opposite side of the footpath. After having had both my feet trodden on, my hat knocked off, and some impatient person's umbrella poked into my back, I at last decided it would be better to get properly wet, where I was free of all this physical discomfort.

The Milky Way in splendour shone, A band of silver hue, And oh! the tiny little stars That came a-peeping through. I wondered why they seemed so bright, Why was the sky so gay? Because the electric light had failed, And nature had her sway. The London "blackouts" of this war Have had one good effect. The city dwellers see the stars They could ne'er before detect. —Valda Vaughan, Lower III., Fitchett.

A Fantasy. As I walked slowly across the grass, my attention was caught by silver gleams here and there. On looking closer, I noticed tiny, bedewed cobwebs between the blades of grais. Suddenly I noticed one larger than the rest. I ran forward and knelt down. Each tiny drop was shining like a diamond. I looked yet closer and noticed a little path through the grass beside it. It grew larger and larger before my eyes until I found myself facing the beginning of a winding track, with ferns and trees on either side. I ran along it. Roguish voices called me; glorious wildflowers lured me on; I could feel tiny hands clasp mine, and others tug at my skirt. As I came to the last bend I suddenly became afraid. The scene vanished. I was looking through a tiny dewy cobweb on the grass. Slowly I stood up. I thought I could hear a faint tinkle of elfish laughter. Then I looked where I had been kneeling. I had been caught in the enchantment of a toadstool ring. —Judith Leask, IV.a, Fitchett.

Eventually, very wet and very cross, I arrived at the station, where a large human mass was congregated under an extremely small shelter. I dropped my glove, and as I stooped to recover it, I seemed to submerge into a dark world of legs, umbrellas, and muddy shoes. I stood up, glad to feel the cold. air against my face again. The train was now drawing into the station, and there was a mad rush from the shelter to the train's open doors, Inside at last, I took a book from my school bag, but this was knocked from my hand and trodden on, so I contented myself by gazing silently out of the window until the "mist" became so thick on the window I could see outside no longer. Oh! here's my station. I must have been dreaming. Where's my school-bag? Oh, in my hand. I jumped out of the train, and as I landed on the platform, the train was already moving. Whew! that was lucky. I hurried along the slippery, wet platform and arrived just in time to catch my tram. I pushed in, feeling at war with the world. The intense humidity in the tram was stifling, and there was scarcely standing room. After being bumped and heaved and knocked about everywhere, I thought what a nuisance it was to have to go to school. In fact, what a nuisance it was going anywhere, when one had to travel under such conditions as these. At last the tram pulled up at Barker's Road, and as I hurried across to the school gate and

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met all my friends and saw the familiar school buildings again, I decided that all the discomfort had been worth while. Gracious, there's the first bell, and I haven't done my English homework yet.

Mother gathered in her family, And took them safely home. "Until you are much older, Never shall you roam." —Greta Gjersvik, III.b, Berry.

—Beverley Feltham (16), V.b, Cato.

And So He Found Peace. Appendicitis. Oh, lack-a-day! Oh, lack-a-day! Our girls are going to decay! Confined to sick beds, so you see, Poor things, they're losing all their glee. Racked with pain these lasses are, Some already have the scar Of 'pendicitis (complaint we dread), 'Cos of the "seedy" life they led. From our sweet Pres. now three have gone, And have been operated on; Robbie and Margot are back again, While Lyn. is still enduring pain. Soon we hope that she will be Back again at M.L.C., Singing with us, "Lack-a-day, How shall we stop this sad decay?" —The Four Fives, V.a.

Madam Hen. Some fluffy little chickens, With proud old mother hen, Were strolling round the farmyard— Their first time out of pen. When going round a corner, A wise old duck they spied, "Oh, what a funny lady!" The little chickies cried. Now keep quite close to Mother, It's mischief she's about, And if you are not careful, That you'll soon find out. The duck went to the water, "Come on, chickies, dear!" But the poor little chickies Stood quite still with fear.

Through the early morning fog he hurried to the office. There was a frost this morning, too. Why did he have to go to work? Life seemed to be one long fight, everyone struggling for just that extra inch to gain a little supremacy over others. He passed a church, a stately edifice, and thought sneeringly, What were churches for? Who wanted them in these days of bustle? They preached, these parsons, of faith, peace and love. Where were these things? He was a business man, and must have proof of everything. He hurried on his way, seeing nothing, and caring less for his fellow men, all hurrying on to work. It was Anzac Day yesterday. He wondered why that was kept up after all these years. He passed a cenotaph, and turned to look curiously at the wreaths lying there. His eyes travelled to the inscription: "Greater love hath no man than this, that he lay down his life for his friend." Suddenly he felt ashamed. Theirs was love—those gallant men who went and returned not. He walked on in a different frame of mind to begin the day's work. During the day he thought on new lines. Perhaps there was some truth in these things he had heard. He would go to "evensong" on his way home. And so he did. All was quiet as he went in, and sat in a corner beneath a beautiful stained glass window. As he looked round the Cathedral a glorious melody penetrated the silence. Awkwardly he knelt, as though compelled by some hidden force, and something inside him was at rest. Clouds gathered, and the wind blew itself into a rage. When he came out, the rain lashed in his face, and stung his eyes. The thunder crashed above, and as he looked up forks of lightning lit up the earth. The storm was majestic, and he felt that there was some

SILVER AND GREEN. dominant force behind it. Perhaps that was God! . . . He went on his way among the tumult with a new peace in his heart. —Lurline Keck, Diploma B, Cato.

A Bed-time Story. Father Kangaroo came home one evening and found his wife standing on her head. "My dear! My dear! What are you doing?" he asked. "That naughty Joey has been eating biscuits in bed again," was the reply. —Jean Davey, V.a, Berry. Teaching Them to Spell. This is a true story. Iin Adelaide religious instruction in State schools has just been introduced. Rather foolishly, it was decided to divide the classes into the respective denominations. On the first morning a Presbyterian minister was gathering his flock, when he noticed one of his Sunday school lads with the Methodists. On inquiring the reason for this, the child said, "When Mummy was filling in my form she couldn't spell 'Presbyterian,' so she put `Methodist.' " So now that minister is teaching all his flock to spell "Presbyterian." —Beryl Phillips, Diploma A, Cato. Stammering. It happened on the train. A small man, a bad stammerer, and painfully conscious of his disability, leaned forward and tapped the big man opposite on the knee. "Your b-b-b—" he began, shaking his head and tapping his foot on the floor in an effort to speak. The big man smiled patronisingly. "Now, take it slowly," he said. The small man gulped. "Yes, b-b-but your b-b-b—" Again the big man interrupted him. "No hurry, old chap," he said. "Never mind the other people in the carriage. Take a deep breath and " Crash! His words ended in a howl of pain as his bag overbalanced off the rack and struck him squarely on the head. —Betty Mason, L.V.d, Fitchett.

The Fairy Ring. Every night, when the moon is bright, The fairies dance and sing; Never was seen a prettier sight Than a dance on a fairy ring. The elves and fairies dance together Around their fairy queen; And each wee elf brings a present to her When their first fairy dance they've seen. Their beauteous queen is loved by all, As she is good and kind. And once a year she gives a ball; Each fairy there you'll find. To the music of their fairy pipes The fairies dance all night. At break of day they fade away With the coming of the light. —P. Trewhella, L.V.b, Berry.

The Effect on Modern Life of the Motor Car. "Modern life" would certainly not be "modern life" as we know it without motor cars. Consider the motor car, the modern one, not the old-fashioned ones which sound like a cross between a shooting party and a small boy's nightmare after having eaten too much of the proverbial pie, but the modern car, whose hum sounds like the purrs of a wellcontented cat. Is there not poetry of motion in the car as it skims along the shining bitumen roads? Once a country person who had seen Melbourne was very rare, but in these days of cars it is a very easy matter to pack the children and sundry other items of luggage into the back of the car and go for a trip to Melbourne. The car is one of the surest ways of preserving elegance. We shall not refer to the times when one of the spark plugs becomes loose, or when a tyre becomes flat. But in the days when it was necessary to go to dances in the good old buggies, the girls could not preserve, with such ease, the spotless, immaculate air which they have now, when their escort

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calls for them in his car, and enables them to alight, comfortable and elegant, at their destination. Cars have proved a great blessing to city folk, inasmuch as, without ado, they can be transported to near-by beauty spots without the inconvenience of using a train or trudging for miles through the streets without seeing anything. It has also been pointed out that, as a result of passing tourists, some beauty spots have become no longer beautiful because of the litter left by city folk, and their manner of intruding upon the quiet seclusion of the country. Thirty or forty years ago there were men who disapproved of these "new f angled ideas" which snorted along the roads, leaving a track of dust, smoke and dead fowls. But the motor car era is merely a passing one. It has always been man's ambition to fly, and as his desire has, in a measure, been fulfilled, he will not rest content to skim over the country, but rather above it. In a future era man will say, "At one time man used to traverse the roads in a curious object called a motor car, which, although it is now obsolete, was, in the words of a writer of that time, "a very good thing." —J. Parkinson, Pass VI.b, Krome.

A Poor Man's Garden. (A Translation—Virgil Georgics) Below Tarentum's towered citadel, Where dark Galaesus, I remember well, Watered the sunny cornfields, here I saw The old Cilician peasant, who of yore Held several acres left him by his kin: The cornfield was not rich to pasture in; For bullocks 't was not suited, nor the herd, And Bacchus did not walk the sunny sward. Here, scattered in the thickets, grew pot-herbs, And lilies white, the poppy, which disturbs And chokes the cypress trees, and one would find The wealth of kings it equalled, to his mind. Returning homewards, when the light had fled, With feast unbought his waiting board he spread.

In spring he was the first to pick the rose, The apples then he plucked at autumn's close. While yet sad winter cracked the stones with cold, And slowed the flow of water in a mould Of ice, he plucked the hyacinth's sweet bloom, Chiding belated summer, still immune From ling'ring breezes. Even here he'd sow The tardy elms and pear tree in a row, And thorns, already with their fruits displayed; The plane-tree to wine-bibbers lent its shade. —Barbara Taylor, Honour VI., Cato.

The Cross Roads. I stood uncertain, as the three roads led, One right, one left, and one just straight ahead, I lay my pack beside a rotting tree, And strained my eyes as far as I could see; The left road, dusty with the summer heat, Was deeply marked with many wheels and feet, And in the distance, black with smoke and wear, Tall factories rose amid the thick foul air. With eyes shut fast to ugly scenes like this, And ears deaf to the engines' groan and hiss, , I turned my eyes towards the other road, And was about to lift my heavy load, But hesitated, as I viewed my way, For in the distance I could see a bay. My destiny lay far beyond the plains, I had no love for sailing in my veins. My goal lay far from city, man and sea, The quiet bush and country air for me; My mind determined now as to my way, I pressed straight forward at the close of day; I soon had left the crossroads far behind, For I was out to seek and then to find— Find, if I could, the Maker of this earth, So full of sadness, joy, and yet of mirth. At even, with my face turned to the west, In splendour robed, the sun sank to his rest, A panorama bright of fairy land, A picture painted by a Master's hand; 1 saw that hand stretched forth to me, A hand that held me, and yet set me free; I learnt a lesson 'neath a starry sky, A peace came to me as the moon sailed by.

SILVER AND GREEN. The wander-thirst no longer stirred my mind, The long to tramp was now left far behind. "No need to roam," a voice within me said, "Find God right at your door,at home, instead; Your cottage may be small and cares be great, But plant a garden sweet within your gate; Let birds build nests within your trees in Spring, And listen to their joyous carolling. Open your heart to beauty everywhere; The Maker see in all His works so fair, Let peace and love reign in your home alway, And God will give you all you need each day." —Elizabeth Hooke, V.c, Krome.

Submarine Tea Party. Old Man Neptune sat in his palace, Sat in his palace of mother-of-pearl; Six suave seals, with pomp and dignity, Ushered in the Walrus Earl. Neptune waggled his sea-green whiskers; Raised his trident, grinned a grin; All at once the downward current Nearly sucked the Walrus in. "Come," said Neptune, while they talked, "Let's have dinner," Earl agreed. They took their places at the table, Then started in upon their feed. First they dined on seaweed salad, Shellfish entree, crab on toast, Ending in their strange old manner, Having sea-cow, nicely roast. "What I really came for," To old Neptune said the Earl, "Were those collar-studs I lent you, My best ones of mother-of-pearl." "Eh!" said Neptune, after a while, "I've lost 'em, dear Walrus. Oh, dear me. Walrus, good-bye, I really must go now." Thus ended the tea-party under the sea. —Valerie East, L.V.a, Fitchett.

Pins. pins, Pins, and PINS. There are big pins, little pins, safety pins, tie pins, curling pins, and hair pins—and rolling pins. What would the world do without its pins? The household pin which fulfils so many useful purposes loses its original identity when once in the hand of a small boy. Then it becomes a weapon of defence and offence. What a great blessing is the safety pin! What would we do without it in times of stress? Time to catch the train and a button bursts. Grab a safety pin, and the damage is more or less safely repaired. A thought in passing about the drawing pin, the teacher's friend—though perhaps not such a friend when left the wrong way up on a chair. Many a girl owes her beauty to her curling pins, which stick in here and there, but she bravely bears them in the cause of beauty. The hair pin, useful for preventing the troublesome locks from covering the face, unfortunately often gets lost. One must not forget Grandma and her hat pins—some with large knobs, others with flowers on the end. But, whatever shape or size, they are all used for one purpose, that of preventing the mischievous breezes from rudely lifting a hat of a white-haired lady's head. Then we come to Mother and her rolling pin. This is not only an important domestic utensil, but an effective weapon of defence against-----,ell, I leave that to you. —Elsa King, L.V.cl.

Light and Shade and a Stream. Dancing, glittering, splashing, In the sunlight dashing, With the rainbows flashing, Over cascades leaping, In the hollows creeping, Round big boulders peeping,

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In the shadows springing, Murmuring and singing, Refreshing coolness bringing, By the cornfields flowing Where the men are mowing, And the cattle lowing, Now the water sweet and cool, Flow into a shady pool. Vivacity is left behind— And as it ever broader grows, With slackened speed it slowly flows. —Ailsa Sefton, Form IV.b, Cato. Contributions. We came to our form-room one day, And we saw that our girls were not gay; We looked on the board, and a notice we read, "Don't do your home work; write poems instead? So everyone thought, and everyone worried, And soon to their foolscap everyone hurried To write for their editress some poems or prose Of "Autumn," or "Spring," or the "Last Summer Rose." They wrote and they wrote till the day came to close, And still came in pouring their poems and prose; Till "Silver and Green" was full to the brim, And now the happy editress goes round with a grin. So now we're all thinking of our "Silver and Green," And we know it's as good as the others have been; And when we obtain it, we'll be proud to survey Those inspirations our girls did display. —V.J.M. and J.R.D., V.b, Cato.

The First Washing Day. (In the Style of Lamb.) An old Latin manuscript, recently found in Rome, relates the following story about the first washing day. "Men," so it says, "never used to wash their clothes. They wore them until they were t educed to pieces of filthy rag. But one day, when a victorious general was reported to be returning to Rome, the city turned out in full force to welcome him. The Boy Scouts lined the bridge over the Tiber to cheer him as he crossed it. It happened that, as the general was late, the Scouts fell to fighting among themselves. One of them, a great hulking youth wearing a dirty and tattered uniform, was pushed into the river. Consternation reigned. After some minutes the frightened lad was extracted, dripping wet, from the swiftly flowing stream. After he had dried .his clothes everyone was surprised to observe that they appeared, except for the tears and holes, to be new. The other Scouts were ashamed of their dirty shirts, so they all, with one accord, jumped into the river. A few of them were drowned, but the vast majority reached the shore. By the time the general arrived all the Scouts were back in their places. He remarked on their smart appearance, and inquired how it was that they all had new shirts. "The practice of jumping into the Tiber grew quite common among the people of Rome. Formerly the River Tiber had been quite clear, but now it was muddy from the dirty garments of the Roman people. "Soon a commodity called 'soap' was invented. By the application of soap, dirt was more easily removed. The inventor made enough money in a month to allow him to live in comfort for the rest of his days. "Many people from all over the world came to Rome to watch the daily pilgrimage to the Tiber. "Soon a sage arose who discovered that clothes might be washed while not being worn. So every Monday the people of Rome took their soiled garments to wash in the Tiber. This custom spread, and soon all the people

SILVER AND GREEN. of the world washed their clothes." Thus the manuscript ends. I do not know, dear reader, why washing was not discovered before this time. I am not even sure whether the account of the Roman manuscript is true. But I have copied the translation of the Latin and given it to you as I found it. So I hope you will accept my story. —Betty Terrell, Pass VI.a, 14 years, Krome.

Spring. In my little bed I lie, Wond'ring whether I should die, For I've done a dreadful thing— Forgot to write a poem on Spring. We were told at the M.L.C. That poets we should try to be, But though I've tried by night and day, This is all that I can say. "In my bed a terrible thing Hurt my back. It was a spring Sticking out right through the tick; Made me feel like giving a kick To the spring."

For soon he died, although we cannot say he was a martyr; He died of over-eating—very bad—see Magna Carta. In later times when Gregory the Pope reformed the date, He put the clock ten days ahead—the world was ten days late, But all the people shouted for the ten days that had gone, Yet losing things has never been a great phenomenon. When Mary, Queen of England, was defeated over France, She lay on her deathbed, and led anatomists a dance, For she said that there engraved upon her royal heart would be The word "Calais," and Browning had on his heart "Italy." I wonder on a schoolgirl's heart, whose textbook is in Pound, If the caption "Logarithms" or "Geometry" is found. Yet in the musty cupboard's depths I'm sure that there will be A heritage of articles left to posterity. —Barbara Taylor, Honour VI., Cato.

—Lois Johnson, Lower IV.c, Berry. [Owing to the large number of entries received for every edition of "Silver and Green," telling the story of Spring, we felt that in publishing the above we were encouraging originality, at least.—The Ed.]

Lost Property. It seems a common failing that we're always losing things, From olden days to modern times, from peasantry to kings; For bad King John, we know by fame, when sailing in the sea, Or in the Wash, allowed to drop his precious jewellery. It's not a joke to lose a pen, but when it was his crown, It wasn't any wonder that it seemed to pull him down,

The Glory of the College. With apologies to Rudyard Kipling. Our College is a garden that is full of stately views, Of gardens, lawns and terraces, where we can sit and muse. The classrooms and the cloisters, with Prefects strutting by, But the glory of our College is more than meets the eye. For where the thick Virginia grows along the old grey wall, You'll find the boarders' quarters, which are the heart of all. The corridors and passages, the dining hall and stairs, And the path to Fitchett Hall where we have our morning prayers.

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And some can play at baseball, hockey and tennis too, And some just choose to sit and swat, but oh! how very few! But they can swim, and dive, and play, and have such thrilling fun, For the glory of our College occupieth all who come. Then seek your work with thankfulness and work till further orders, If it's only learning German or competing with the boarders. But when your head stops aching and you grow quite full of knowledge, You'll find yourself a partner in the glory of our College. But when the French is boring and lunch time's drawing nigh, It's just five minutes to the bell, and you heave a sigh, Or when the Latin's hard and it's past your general knowledge, Don't fret, 'cause you're a partner in the glory of our College.

Our College is a garden that is full of stately views, Of gardens, lawns and terraces where we can sit and muse. The class-rooms and the cloisters, with Prefects strutting by, But the glory of our Old School shall never, never die. —R. Pizzey, IV.b, Cato.

Day is Done. The sky is golden, purple and pink, The tiny waves are lapping on the shore— The wavelets are rippling at the ocean's brink, And day shall be no more. Then night steals up in her silken gown, To east and west she waves her starry cloak, And lo! the green hills turn to brown— 'Tis rest for sleepy folk. —Judith Leask, IV.a, Fitchett.

The Voice of the School To the Editress of "Silver and Green." Dear Madam,— We Intermediates are constantly being told to behave as Seniors should. Now that we have learnt to behave to the satisfaction of all concerned, we expect to have a few of the privileges enjoyed by Seniors. As long as we are treated as Juniors, we ought to be allowed to behave like Juniors.—Yours indig`Should Be Seniors." nantly, [The question is, whether you have learnt to behave to the satisfaction of all concerned. Perhaps it would be a good idea for you to prove this first, and then you will be duly awarded with "Tuck" and "Pound" duty and other responsibilities, and, of course, the other privileges.—The Ed.] To the Editress. Dear Madam,— We remember with longing the days when our mistresses exercised their skill at sport in

matches against the girls. I have wondered often if this practice might not be restored, as many of our mistresses are outstanding in sporting ability. Can you do nothing about it? Madam, I beseech you!—Yours sincerely, Geraldina. [Unfortunately (for the entertainment of the School), the members of our Staff have other things to occupy their minds. In fact, I have been assured by them that they have no time for pleasures such as you mention, although they, too, would enjoy them.—The Ed.] To the Editress of "Silver and Green." Dear Madam,— Before we got these very beautiful new buildings we were in possession of two fives courts for the use of those people anxious to improve their tennis. When the old buildings were

SILVER AND GREEN. demolished the fives courts were demolished with them. Thus, as a result, people wishing to improve their backhand have to resort to efforts against walls of buildings, and by this windows are in constant danger. Could something be done about this very sad state of affairs?—Your sincerely, Anxious to Learn. [We have always understood that it is possible to improve our backhands by playing tennis on the correct place—the tennis court —not a brick wall, for who would be kind enough to return the balls with such accuracy as does the same brick wall?—The Ed.] To the Editress. Dear Madam,— Of late we have noticed that the end room along the lower cloister running eastwards, namely, the Prefects' Common Room, has been literally infested with "Juniors" and "Middles," who seem to do nothing but wait for that famous door to be opened. The movements of the Prefects have been very much hampered by the presence of these many admirers, who, seeing their "adored one" come out of the room, dog her tracks wherever she may be going. This must be a source of embarrass. ment to the Pres. concerned, as well as the other members of that sisterhood. It has been perceived that some of the more courageous "sinners" actually go to the door, and knock, disturbing the peace and quiet of the whole room, and particularly the browsing of the Prefect concerned. Hoping this behaviour will be stopped as soon as possible.—Yours sincerely, One Who Has Noticed. [We are surprised at the lack of common sense and consideration shown by the above offenders, and can assure you that further steps will be taken to stop their foolish behaviour.—The Ed.] To the Editress. Dear Madam,— We have in M.L.C. many habits which are attributed to "Tradition." We have, too, at

our Speech Night, our "Traditional School Songs." Might I suggest that on future Speech Nights the Old Collegians be requested to honour their School by standing for, and perhaps taking part in, the singing of our song, "Deo Domuique"? Perhaps the best plan for circulating this request would be to add a footnote to the programme to the effect that Old Collegians are asked to stand for the singing of "Deo Domuique," joining in with the first and last verses (or whichever verses may be desired) .— Yours, etc., Future Old Collegian. [This, I understand, used to be a custom of Speech Night, but, unfortunately, it has been stopped in the last few years. It will be referred to the appropriate authorities.—The Ed.] To the Editress of "Silver and Green." Dear Madam,— Do you not think it would be a good idea if "Tuck" were like a real cafeteria? They could quite easily serve salads, salad rolls, malted milks and other nice "eats," instead of dry sandwiches. Two helpers would still be able to do the work if they had "cash and carry."—Yours sincerely, Hungry. [It is a matter for general regret that the tuck shop does not provide the things you mention, but do you really think two people could prepare the above food in "Tuck," with no kitchen or other necessities?—The Ed.]

ACKNOWLEDGMENT OF CONTEMPORARIES. The Editor wishes to acknowledge, with thanks, the receipt of the following magazines: "The Ruytonian," "Pallas," "The Mitre," "The Carey Chronicle," "The Wesley College Chronicle," "The Melburnian," "Green and Gold," "Patchwork," "The M.L.C. (Adelaide) Annual," "M.C.E.G.G.S. Magazine," "The Michaelian," "The Pegasus," and any others which may have been inadvertently omitted.— The Editor.

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F. J. CATO BRANCH, Elsternwick Office-bearers for 1941.

School Excursions and Visitors.

Senior Prefect, J. Davis. Associate Prefects: D. Grice, M. Mathieson, L. Phillips, M. Swift, P. Triplett. House Captains: Kawarau, M. Mathieson; Kerrie, A. Willmott; Kittani, P. Triplett; Kooyong, N. Spackman. Form Captains: V.a., M. Wale; V.b, R. Roberts; L.V.a, B. Tozer; L.V.b, J. Wilson; IV.a, V. Rowe; IV. Extra, S. Huggins. IV.b, J. Body. IV.c, E. McDougall; Iv.d, G. Vivian; III., A. Reddrop; III. and II., J. Body. Sports Captains. Tennis, N. Spackman; Swimming, N. Spackman; Atheltics, R. Roberts.

On 23rd April over one hundred girls attended the Australian Broadcasting Commission's Orchestra Concert for Schools at the Melbourne Town Hall, a delightful and educational entertainment.

Examination Successes. The following are the Public Examination results for 1940:—School Leaving Pass: J. Neville, M. Perry, passed in 6 subjects; A. Campbell, 5; M. Colborne-Veel, J. Murton, 4. School Intermediate Certificate—Passed in 8 subjects: B. Bundara, D. Grice, L. Phillips, J. Russell, N. Spackman. 7 subjects: J. Watson, P. Wiffen, P. Triplett, M. Swift, J. Shugg, J. Owen, M. Mathieson, J. Davis, J. Goridie, J. Black, B. Bickenstaff, N. Adams. 6 subjects: H. Annear, B. Richards, A. Turner. 5 subjects: M. Balstrup, D. Burbidge, P. Burslem, M. Butler, T. Gregory, P. Kite, M. Mackie, V. McCormack, J. Montgomery, J. Overend, S. Phillips, D. Barker, S. Kinnear. J. Murton completed Intermediate.

Music. The Music Club continues to provide weekly lunch-hour concerts, at which the girls themselves, as well as Miss Chisholm, have taken part in pianoforte, violin and vocal items. One of the highlights of this Term's programmes was the fine rendering by Miss Chisholm of the "Moonlight Sonata." From the proceeds of these concerts we have already bought instruments for a percussion band, and hope before long to obtain more instruments towards our future orchestra. The whole School continues to enjoy the Tuesday morning recitals given by Miss Carleton at the close of Assembly.

On 30th April a School party attended the performance at the University Union Theatre of "A Midsummer Night's Dream," an artistic production which was greatly enjoyed. We are indebted to several speakers for their interesting and helpful addresses to us. On Anzac Day the Rev. R. E. Hooper conducted a short but impressive Commemoration Service. Other speakers include the Rev. R. Williams, Miss N. Brown, representing the Student Christian Movement, and Miss C. Duncan, of the League of Nations Union.

Red Cross Notes. Our branch of the Junior Red Cross has increased in numbers, and much good work has been done. The girls show keenness and enthusiasm in the making of garments, and are looking forward to the First Aid lessons, to be introduced next Term.

League of Nations Union. The Junior League of Nations Union, under the guidance of Miss Drake, is flourishing. Office-bearers elected at the first meeting were: President, M. Swift; secretary, J. Davis; treasurer, M. Butler. It was decided that a fund should be opened throughout the year for the relief of refugees. Early this Term we were visited by Miss Duncan, who enrolled our new members and told us something of the work of the International Labour Office. At each lunch-hour meeting we have a summary and discussion of current events. One debate has been held, the subject being "Is Air Power the Most Important Factor in Modern Warfare?"

SILVER AND GREEN. At the third meeting, C. Ellis told us some of her ideas for a future International Union. This interesting talk was followed by a lively discussion, which we hope to continue at a later meeting. A questionnaire on foreign affairs in general has been arranged for the final meeting this Term. —M.S.

Student Christian Movement. Members of the S.C.M. continue to hold a weekly study circle, at which this year "St. Luke's Portrait of Jesus" is the basis of study. On 5th April "Schools' Day" was held at our own School. A number of our Senior girls were present, as well as over sixty representatives from other girls' schools. The speakers were Miss Nan. Brown, Travelling Secretary of the S.C.M., and Dr. Flora Innes, who spoke of her work as a medical missionary in India. On 7th April Senior girls were again privileged to hear Miss Nan. Brown, who told us of the work of the movement in other lands, at well as in our own. The address was followed by a delightful rendering by Miss Mary Fox of a Negro spiritual, which she had heard first at an International Youth Conference in Amsterdam. Many of our members are planning to attend the S.C.M. Schoolgirls' Camp, to be held at Mount Evelyn during the May vacation.

Tennis Tennis is booming. There is such keen competition among aspirants for the team that there has been much difficulty in deciding some of the places. In the three matches already played M.L.C. lost to Shelford, but defeated Camberwell and Mentone Grammar Schools.

Swimming. At the Interhouse Swimming Sports, held at Malvern Baths on 5th March, Kooyong House gained first place. The Senior and Junior Championships were won by N. Spackman and J. Martin respectively. This year the Combined Swimming Sports were held in the Malvern Baths on 14th March, and, in the keenly contested events, M.L.C. produced a champion swimming team. Our team carried off the cup, with 125 points, as against Shelford's 101 points. The under 15 back stroke record was broken by P. Triplett.

Athletics. The Inter-House Athletic Sports were held on 26th April in our own grounds. After an exciting afternoon, Kooyong and Kittani tied for first place with 781 points each. The Senior Championship was won by R. Roberts, while J. Graham, J. Moss and E. Meyer obtained the Intermediate, Junior and Kindergarten Cups respectively.

Walking Club. Officers appointed for 1941 are as follow:— Secretary, P. Triplett; committee, M. Mathieson, V. Harris, N. Spackman, P. Burslem. The first walk for the year, held on 29th March, was from Fern Tree Gully through Sherbrooke Forest, and back to Belgrave. The day was enjoyed by one and all, for we spent some time inspecting "Burnham Beeches," the beautiful country home of Mrs. Nicholas.

Magazine Club. The Magazine and Original Verse Club continues to hold fortnightly meetings, at which original literary items are read and discussed. Much interesting work has already been received. The Magazine representative for the year is C. Ellis.

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Original Items If You Should Pass My Hallowed Ground. If you should pass my hallowed ground, 0 hush! I pray, beware. I have a host of lovely dreams Sheltering near there. Oh, steal with fairy footsteps, Wound not the quivering air, And lightly pass my hallowed ground, For my poor heart is there. Oh, do not speak too harshly, Or mock what you may see. This little, empty, wistful spot Is more than life to me. And if you laugh to see a fool, I beg you hide your glee, For there is heaven hidden here For such poor fools as me. Oh, if you pass my hallowed ground, Linger not too near, For all my sweetest memories Are softly sheltered here. The wind is like a mournful sigh, The still air like a tear. Oh, hearken to the pulsing earth— A soul is buried here. —C. Ellis, V.a.

The Silver Watch. (After the French story, "Le Cordeau du Grandpere.") The old man stood by the open drawer, The child was by his side; And in the drawer lay a silver watch— "Oh, give it to me," he cried. "Next year, perhaps, if you are good," The old man softly said, As he ran his fingers through the curls Of the little boy's golden head. "But you are old and sick," he cried, "And may die before next year, And then the watch will ne'er be mine; Oh, give it me, grandfather, dear."

Yes, that is true, the old man thought, As he fingered the silver bands; Then he put the watch and the heavy chain In the little boy's eager hands. The old man stood by the open grave, The scholars side by side; The coffin lay before them all— "My boy," he wildly cried. The coffin was lowered into the grave, As not a word was said; The old man sadly bent his knee, And lowered his old white head. Slowly the old man went back home, Where he wept as never before; Then he put the watch and the heavy chain Back in the old wood drawer. —Pat Lawrence, 13 years.

Music—A Sonnet. Oh, Music, charm my simple ear with melody most sweet, And stir this weary human heart with faery fancies fleet, The lilt of thy wild loveliness enchants me, restless sprite; For ever weave your wondrous web of delicate delight. And so, through magic palaces, and dim, deep halls of dreams, Weave thy lovely fantasies through many dainty themes. Each chord, a psalm of holiness, Each pause, a sigh of lowliness, Each note, a key to Paradise, To something wonderful and wise. A h, charm me always. In the Spring, when lilacs softly bloom, Cast thy wistful loveliness far into my room. Where'er I am, oh restless sprite, I bid thee ne'er depart, That I may keep thy melodies for ever in my heart. —C. Ellis, V.a.

SILVER AND GREEN. The Grinder and His Monkey. As I went walking down the street, An organ-grinder I chanced to meet. His little monkey, bright and gay, Pranced around in the merriest way. A crowd gathered round to see the fun, And hear the tune, a rollicking one; The monkey then did jump and clap— He really was a comical chap. Now, when the music died away, And the crowd applauded in the usual way, The monkey took his cap, and see! We all threw pennies merrily. The grinder, organ, and monkey complete, Away they went, off down the street. Then home they hurried, tired but glad, For hearts they had brightened and pence that they had. —P. Dodd, IV.d.

Ode to Shakespeare. (Written for Shakespeare's Day, 23rd April.) Illustrious bard, whose honoured name Has so enhanced thy country's fame! With what magic didst thy pen infuse To make thy slave the elusive muse? Thy sayings are on every tongue, And by all creeds thy praises sung. Oh, could my pen such thoughts reveal, Inspired alike by life and zeal! Comedy, drama, and fantasy, Thou mingl'dst most entrancingly; Oh, magic pen so to portray All these with equal artistry! Immortalised thy name shall be; No need for pomp or pageantry; Thy works shall live to testify Thy gift to all posterity. —Margot Neville, 13 years, Lower V.a.

Shadow Fairies. The fairies of shadows are we, Small daughters of darkness and night; Shy maids of our mother the moon, We dance in her pathway of light. But ere the sun comes we must go, And fly, with the stars, from the dawn, For we must not linger to sing With the dew and the mists of the morn. —S. Strahan, L.V.a.

Magical Spring. There is magic in the woodlands when Spring wakes them from their sleep, And the life so long lain dormant hears her call and starts to leap; The trees resume their mantles as leaves burst gaily forth, And the laughing kookaburra makes the hills resound with mirth. Can't you hear the cattle lowing, and the tinkling of their bells, See the splendour of the bright-hued flowers that bloom in shady dells, Watch the brooklet as it slowly winds 'tween banks of mossy green, Whisp'ring secrets to the pebbles it has made so smooth and clean? The birds call to each other, not a jarring note to mar The ever glorious harmony of nature's orchestra. Tenderly the breeze caresses ferns, and flowers, and birds, and trees, While the sun shines down in triumph on these sylvan ecstasies. —Margot Neville, 13 years, Lower V.a.

Silver Nights. Over the waters, in silver shoes, Dances the silver moon, And scatters her silver where'er she doth choose Over the palm-fringed lagoon. A silver path o'er the waters dark Glitters like jewels untold; And pebbles along the sands that mark, Where wavelets laugh and unfold.

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And water-sprites dance on the silver sea, All through the night's soft lull, And off and away with the sun they flee, O'er the seas on a silver gull. —Loma Sheil, IV.a, Extra.

Fairies. When the sun is setting in the west, And the sky's aglow with red, When the moon is rising large and round, And children are in bed; When the birds all twitter their good-nights, And tuck their little heads Beneath their wings to keep them warm, When they are in their beds; 'Tis then the fairies are abroad To dance in fairy rings, And listen, while the fairy-queen So sweetly to them sings. Oh, would that I could join with them, When they hold their dances gay, But, if I went too close, alas! They might go far away. —Zoe Ellis, IV.a.

Dawn.

The Flower Se111er. Outside the market every day, A quaint little lady was heard to say, "Who will buy my flowers so gay?" She looked so sweet, and tired, and old, And her hands and face were blue with cold; So I felt in my purse and gave her my gold. —A. King, IV.d.

Australia's Emblem. England's emblem is the rose; In France the fleur-de-lis; But young Australia wisely chose The bloom of wattle tree. Scotland's thistle is her pride; The shamrock Ireland's dream; But golden by the water side Australia's wattles gleam. 'Tis just a simple golden flower; Yet fair and sweet to see. The emblem of Australia Is our dear wattle tree. —Joan Hogg, Form IV.b.

Every Day. I'd like to tell in a simple way Of the things which happen every day, From when I leave my bed at morn, To when I retire with a yawn.

The sun appears in the early morn, Tinting the pearl-grey sky to rose, Casting its glance on the golden corn, And the hedge by the bank where the hawthorn grows.

I help my mother with the dishes, And try to do the things she wishes; I do my home work every night, And hope to goodness I've got it right.

The birds in the tree-tops twitter and sing; The cock below in the farmyard crows; The cow-bells softly and sweetly ring, Swayed by the gentle breeze that blows.

To school I go and take my lunch, And sometimes flowers in a bunch. I do my lessons in the day, And then I hurry home to play. —Lois Young, IV.d.

The last grey shadows of night steal away, The song of the night-owls now must cease, Whilst the sleeping farm hands rise for the day, To work in a world of beauty and peace. —Lois Forbes, IV.a.

Sunset. The sun has journeyed o'er the sky, And now he leaves our sight, To vanish into other realms, To greet them with his light.

SILVER A ND GREEN. Now in the west he slowly sinks In crimson glory bold, And o'er the ocean waters deep He leaves his trail of gold. And even after he has gone, His banners still remain, As if to assure us in the morn He'll bring his light again. —Ruth Campbell, Form IV.a.

My Dolly's Frock. A dolly's frock I think I'll knit; With needles, wool I down do sit. The pattern, too, must be quite plain, Because I must not tax my brain. I cast on stitches one by one, Then, when the casting on is done, The hem I knit of purl and plain, Along the row and back again. Then stitch by stitch and row by row, It's really surprising to see it grow. With back and front and sleeves complete, My dolly's frock looks trim and neat. —P. Dodd, IV.d.

A Winter's Day. The sea is rough as rough to-day, The waves come forward, then away, The sand is very cold and dull, And 'gairist the wind there flies a gull. I love the beach on a windy day, As on the edge I jump in the spray. There are billowy waves far out to sea— The sight of it is enchanting to me. —Clare Walker, 8 years, IV.c.

Night. When the sky has changed from blushing colours to blue, When the flowers droop and lose their glorious hue, And the birds are silent, sleeping in the trees, And the rabbit scurries from the hedge, and flees Far from unseen enemies, then night draws nigh.

Now the world is wrapped in darkness, but the moon Rises, sailing high above the earth, and soon The tiny, twinkling stars appear, a shining light, Which will guide the weary traveller through the night, For now surely in its beauty night has come. In the night how still the darkness seems to be, Where the rustling of the leaves in the tall gum tree, And the whispering of the breeze in the ripening corn Are the only tiny sounds heard until the dawn, Which will break upon a peaceful countryside. —M. Straw, V.b.

In Grandma's Room. I turned the old brown handle, And peeped inside, and there Was Granny, very old and white, In her rocking chair. And by her sat her old tom-cat, Purring happily; and then I heard a sudden, laughing voice, Then all was still again. The old dull paper on the wall Had come alive, and I Saw Granny, changed to a girl, All golden-curled, and shy. "You're young again," I cried at last, And smiled at her, but there Was only Granny, old and white, In her rocking chair. —Carlotta Ellis, V.a.

When I Saw a Fairy Ring. Once I was walking in the wood, A-walking, a-walking. I heard some tiny voices, A-singing, a-singing. And then I saw beside the brook

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A fairy ring, a fairy ring, A ring of pretty fairies, All singing with delight, And there beside the fairy ring Sat Queen Titania Rose. But when they noticed me, 0, dear! Peeping from behind the tree, They fled as a flash of lightning Into the pale blue sky. But, when I turned to see them go, I can't say how it happened, But I found myself in my bed at home. Oh, how I sobbed and fretted! —S. Gawith, Form II., 7 years.

Dolly's Dress. I have made a woollen dress, To fit my little dolly; The knitting isn't very good, But I know she thinks it's jolly. The colour is a lovely blue, It was the best to choose, Because it suits her pretty eyes, And her bright new shoes. Mother helped, I must confess— Some parts are hard to do; But in the end we made the dress, And a bonnet, too. —J. Yates, IV.d.

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THE EDITORIAL "A Bend in the Road." To all Collegians the end of the year brings a somewhat perplexing blend of finality and expectancy, with a retrospect of critical selfassessment. Successes gained may bring praise and promotion, but in the candid self-examination of our individual selves they are challenged by opportunities missed. Who among us has done so well that she could not have done better? Who has been so fully occupied that she could not have done more — more in class, more for the school, for the home, for the men fighting for Australia, and for our kith and kin in Britain — those whose matchless fortitude has won new lustre for our race? This thought is suggested not in reproach, but in encouragement for the years to come. We are all approaching a bend in the road — the road of our personal destiny. Some will be leaving school, to pass on to the University or to embark upon business or home careers. For them the bend is a place where a tear is shed in sad parting from associations dear and people loved, but where, as well, a brave heart gives thanks for new and glorious opportunity. To those who remain, the bend leads to new obligations and better chances. Everyone of us faces something different. Knowing now

the meaning of heroism and sacrifice, let us set the standard high. We shall not lament our shortcomings of 1941, though we be conscious of them. For the school, the nation and the race 1942 will bring us the richest opportunities and the most insistent challenge. The test for us is in the future, not the past. Let us determine now to pass that test by remembering Longfellow's words: "Look not mournfully into the Past; it comes not back again. Wisely improve the Present; it is thine. Go forth to meet the shadowy Future, without fear and with a manly heart."

EVENTS OF THE YEAR "Back to School" Day. "Back to School Day" was held on 25th September, Show Day and a public holiday. We were very glad indeed to welcome large numbers of past students, who seemed very glad to be back at M.L.C. and meeting their school friends. At 2.30 p.m. Assembly was held in Fitchett Hall, the Old Collegians sitting on one side of the hall and Senior girls on the other. After a very short programme (which left more time for social chatter later), the president of the Old Collegians' Club gave us a most inspiring address. She told us of her

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memories of the men and women who have given so much to the school in past years. She mentioned all the Head Masters and Mistresses, who have now left us but who worked so energetically to make our school worthy to be named "The Best School of All." We are all extremely grateful to Miss Elliott for this talk, as it roused in all of us a realisation of what those people did for us. At the end of Assembly we all joined in singing "For Auld Lang Syne," the traditional song for "Back to School Day." When the visitors had left Fitchett Hall they were conducted to the dining hall, where they were the guests of the College at afternoon tea. After still more "chatter" they were shown round the school and finally ended a most enjoyable afternoon both for present and past students. —P.C.

The Visit of the Adelaide M.L.C. On 23rd August a bevy of excited maroonclad girls from our sister school in Adelaide disembarked at Spencer Street station, together with various packages, rugs, cases and sports gear. Their no less excited hostesses triumphantly bore them off to their temporary homes, until we reassembled at school in the afternoon for a tennis party. Fortunately the weather was fine and the tennis and swimming, especially the latter, were very much appreciated. During the afternoon the prefects, members of the teams and hostesses were able to mix freely with our Adelaide guests and in many cases renew acquaintances made last year when we visited their lovely school. The captains of teams from other schools, whom the Adelaide girls were to play later in the week, were also invited. We spent a very energetic and enjoyable afternoon. On Sunday, when the weather played us false, Miss Irwin, who was in charge of the Adelaide party, our guests and ourselves attended a service at the Auburn Methodist Church, conducted by our Principal, the Rev. A. H. Wood. During the next week the whole school had an opportunity of welcoming our guests. Helen Clarke, the Captain of Adelaide M.L.C., and

Joan Eggleston, our Senior Prefect, expressed mutual pleasure in Assembly, during which the results of matches already played were announced and warmly applauded. The Adelaide basket-ball team, playing teams of P.L.C., M.L.C. (Hawthorn), twice, and M.L.C. (Elsternwick), were successful in the last match, while the others were keenly contested. The hockey team, hampered by Melbourne's weather conditions, were unsuccessful against M.C.E.G.G.S., Fintona and M.L.C. (Hawthorn), for the first match, but later turned the tables on us in a convincing manner and showed us their true form. We congratulate our sister school on their sporting spirit and success. During the week other entertainments were planned for our guests, which we hope they enjoyed. A very hilarious and happy evening was spent in the gymnasium, during which we drew bugs with feverish energy. We celebrated their last night here at the theatre, laughter punctuating the picture throughout. Our guests also went for a trip to the "hills" and to the University. At this point we should like to express our thanks to our Principal and Sports Mistresses for all their work and care during that busy week. When leaving, the Adelaide girls presented us with two very fine books for the library, which with the photos. and letters we received, and above all our own happy memories, will always remind us of the time when we acted as hosts to girls from our sister school in Adelaide, thus uniting even more closely the two schools. —J.W.B. and M.J.

Visit of Dr. Koo. On 19th June Methodist Ladies' College was honoured by being chosen as the meeting place for many girls' schools on the occasion of the visit of Dr. T. Z. Koo. Dr. Koo is the secretary of the World's Student Christian Movement, and we were extremely fortunate in being able to hear him at our school. Representatives of many girls' schools were present, and after the opening hymn, "City of God, How Broad and Far," had been sung in

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"Romeo and Juliet." On Friday evening, 26th September, in the Princess Theatre before a large audience, the M.L.C. Dramatic Society presented Shakespeare's tragedy, "Romeo and Juliet." While each member of the large cast deserves praise for her share in a very artistic and successful performance, special praise is due to the principals, who gave memorable character portrayals:—Phyllis Slater, as Romeo; Joan Eggleston, as Juliet; Betty Hookway, Mercutio; Munsie, Netta Jones, Benvolio; Valerie Capulet; Lois Bridgborn, Friar Lawrence. Our sincere thanks are given to the producer, Miss Dwyer, who gave the girls such excellent training in speechcraft and dramatic art and was responsible for all the costuming and lighting effects.

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Lois Hughes Escalus, Prince of Verona Attendants to Prince: Ina Ackland, Audrey Fleming. Romeo, son to Montague Phyllis Slater Paris, kinsman to the Prince Valerie Fawcett Page to Paris Judith Leask Servant to Capulet Clara Kosky Nurse to Juliet Margaret Tully Juliet, daughter to Capulet Joan Eggleston Mercutio, friend of Romeo Betty Hookway Page to Mercutio Beverley Kiddie Peter, servant to Juliet's Nurse Loris Figgins Antony, servant to Capulet Mary Stolz Cousin to Capulet Beth. Howard Friar Lawrence, a Franciscan Lois Bridgborn Musicians Barbara Taylor, Wendy Williams Apothecary Jean Willis Friar John, a Franciscan Margaret Bailey First Watchman Dorothy Hodgetts Second Watchman Joy Davies Third Watchman Megan Sheil Guests at Capulet's house : Margot Jackson, Robbie Walker, Margaret Colborne-Veel, Christine O'Brien, Marion Hiscox, Margaret Lowe, Helen Wilson, Jill Ball, Nancy McKenzie, Gwyn. McConchie, Valerie Dixon, Monica Buckland.

"ROMEO AND JULIET." Cast of Characters : (In order of appearance.) Jocelyne Buckland

Prologue Sampson 1 Gregory J

Servants to Capulet

Abraham, servant to Montague

Betty Knuckey Margaret Layton Betty Hodgetts

Joan Begley Balthasar, servant to Romeo Benvolio, nephew to Montague and Netta Jones Romeo's friend Lorna Jay Tybalt, nephew to Lady Capulet Heads of t w o Capulet Valerie Munsie houses at variance Montague Jean Clarke with each other Hilda Latimer Lady Capulet Lady Montague Elaine Murdoch Citizens: Jean Davey, June Preston, Helen Yeatman.

—P.C.S., Honour VI., Cato. SUNSET GALLEON.

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School Activities Devotional. "The effectual fervent prayer of a righteous man availeth much."—James 5: 16. This year Devotional has been held in the Music Hall every Tuesday morning at twenty minutes to nine. Our meetings have been attended by many girls who have all found comfort and help in the short period of meditation. Mr. Wood has often read to us passages of advice and teaching, which we appreciate very much indeed. Every girl who has attended Devotional at any time feels deep gratitude for this brief period each week —for the comfort received —P.C. and the fellowship found there.

French Club Notes. The study of French became even more interesting this year, when the French Club P.L.C., was introduced into the school. M.C.E.G.G.S. and M.L.C. have combined to form this club, and meet regularly at each school in turn to help, even in a small way, the Free French Movement. One of the unwritten rules of the club is that no English is to be spoken at the meetings (although one hears some rather remarkable conversations!). We play French games and sing French songs, and sometimes give lecturettes. Madame Taylor, the wife of one of the University lecturers in French, has kindly consented to read French poetry to us at our next meeting. A collection is always taken for the Free French Movement, and woollen garments have been knitted for the children of suffering France. "Whatever may happen, the flame of French resistance must not and will not go out," said General de Gaulle. In our small way we are assisting those courageous people who have accepted this —P.M.T. leader's challenge.

Bible Study Fellowship Notes. "Search the Scriptures; for in them ye have eternal life: it is even they which testify of Me."—John 5: 39.

The Bible Study Fellowship in the last two terms has continued to hold its fortnightly meetings, where in circles we continued our study of "St. Luke's Portrait of Jesus." We have had several combined meetings, when services were held, and we invited speakers to address us on subjects connected with our study. At the closing meeting for first term. the Rev. N. Smith gave us an exhilarating address on "Facing Our Job." Mr. Wood gave the address at the opening service for Second Term on "Jesus at Work." Professor Albiston addressed us at the closing service for Second Term, and at the opening meeting of Third Term Rev. H. Chambers spoke on "Miracles." This term we decided to hold a combined meeting to discuss Bible Study affairs, and we received suggestions for activities which will foster greater fellowship next year. In Auditorium Periods we have had a number of interesting speakers. These have included the Rev. D. B. Childe, of Canton (father of two girls in our Junior School), who kindly addressed us only a few hours before his return to China; the Rev. A. W. Holden, of Burma; the Rev. A. W. R. Milligan, Collingwood Mission; and Mr. W. J. Beasley, who spoke about discoveries in the Jordan Valley and has since made a gift to the school of a lamp about 2000 years old, the kind mentioned in the parable of the Ten Virgins. Through Miss Stillwell, Headmistress of a girls' High School in Calcutta, who spoke to us about it, a correspondence has been set up between girls from her school and from ours. Owing to war conditions and petrol ration. ing we have found it impracticable to hold our annual party for children of the City Mission. However, we collected the money which is going towards their Sunday school picnic. The committee has held regular meetingf each month with Miss Betts and Miss Horsman, whose leadership and guidance we have appreciated. We are grateful to all members of Staff who have been circle leaders this year, and to Mr. Wood for his continued —M.A. interest in our activities.

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International Relations Group. Since the beginning of Second Term, when our last report was written, we have had several meetings conducted by the girls on specified topics. Papers have been read on Japan, and China, and the political situation in the Far East; Indo-China; Canada and United States of America; the Red Sea area, and the oil problem in the Middle East; the African Campaign; and the Balkan countries. The girls who have given us these papers have been very energetic in finding out many valuable facts, which have greatly increased our knowledge of the lands studied. We have invited several speakers to visit the school, and to all of them we offer our sincere thanks. All the talks have been extremely interesting and most enjoyable. The first speaker we had in Second Term was Miss

Mitchell, who told us of her experiences in war-time England and her very exciting voyage out to Australia via America. An Indian medical student from Malaya gave us a very informative address about Singapore and the surrounding area. On 17th September we were very pleased to welcome Miss Constance Duncan, Secretary of the League of Nations Union in Victoria. To Mr. Ambrose Pratt, who so kindly talked to us about Malaya, we also offer our thanks, and to the Rev. H. L. Hawkins, who has just returned from active service overseas and who gave us many intimate facts about the men who are fighting for us in England, Malaya and Egypt. All the members of this Society wish me to thank Miss Glass and Miss Guyett very much indeed for all their assistance and enthusiasm throughout the year, and all others who have made it possible for us to gain so much —P.C. interest and knowledge.

Walking Club Notes. "Give to me the life I love, Let the lave go by me; Give the jolly heaven above, And the byway nigh me." —R.L.S. This year, owing to other Saturday fixtures, we have not been able to have as many walks as we wished, but we have thoroughly enjoyed those we have had. We hope there will be time to fit in another before the end of the year. Our first walk was on the Thursday before Easter when, under the able guidance of Miss Christensen, about fifty of us walked from Upper Ferntree Gully to Belgrave via Mt. Morton. Miss Parker was unable to come because of illness. Early in second term we planned another walk from Lara to the You Yangs, but this had to be cancelled owing to bad weather. Our next walk took place on the mid-term holiday, when Miss Parker, Miss Christensen and forty-five stalwart hikers tried to walk from Clematis via Fairy Dell to Belgrave. Wet and exhausted, we eventually arrived in Belgrave, having walked through the steady rain all day.

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During the Second Term holidays, Miss Christensen took a party of girls on the Hurstbridge-Hazeldell-Diamond Creek walk, but owing to a fault in the map they were using (?) arrived at Hurstbridge again instead of Diamond Creek! Although we seem to have lost ourselves more than usual this year, we have had most enjoyable walks, and we do sincerely thank those Mistresses who have given of their time —L.F. and energy to make them possible. Debating Society. The Debating Society has completed another very successful year. It started off by deciding that the affairs of the members should be managed by a committee of seven, with Miss Pratt as President. The first Debate was held between Honour VI. and Pass VI.a, and we congratulate the former on finally convincing the adjudicator that "Slimming is Harmful." Pass VI.b then proved their superiority over Diploma A by declaring that "Motoring is better than Hiking." Other Inter-Form debates were held but we regret that, owing to the reduction in the number of periods in a day, many more of this kind were not possible. Fitchett has proved to be the successful House in the Inter-House Debates, firstly, by defeating Cato on the subject "That the British Blockade of Europe Should be Continued," and secondly by defeating Krome on the topic, "That Alien Doctors Should be Registered in Australia." In both these debates Fitchett upheld the negative side. In the Krome v. Berry debate the former were victorious by denying that "Conscription for Service Overseas Should be Introduced in Australia." From the brief mention of the above subjects it can be seen how original our suggestions are and how versatile our speakers must be. Though many girls are rather shy of speaking when they have to do it from a platform, they do not mind coming to hear their braver sisters do it. These former girls were rightly punished when they attended a period of impromptu speeches. Many of them had a very good opportunity of gaining experience

in impromptu oratory, and although we rather dread it we are all very grateful indeed for such an occasion. We feel sure that with so many brilliant and capable speakers being trained at M.L.C. we shall soon see many women members of Parliament. We hope so! At least female superiority was shown when a team from M.L.C. defeated a team from Wesley on the subject: "Public Facilities Should be Publicly Owned." Our representatives were: Jocelyn Buckland, Joan Eggleston and Betty Hookway, and all who were present congratulate these speakers on their splendid achievement. Unfortunately we have not been able to arrange other InterSchool Debates, but that may be possible early next year. To our President, Miss Pratt, we offer our sincere thanks for her capable leadership of the Society, and to Mr. Wood and all others who adjudicated our debates we express our —R.W. and P.C. gratitude. Library Notes. This year the Library has been of great benefit to the Seniors and others who have wanted a quiet place in which to study. At one time there was no set place in which to study, but now, with strict silence, much concentrated work may be and is done in the Library. The Senior boarders in particular are grateful for the opportunity to study there instead cf, as was the case during part of last year, in one of the rooms under Fitchett Hall. We have been very gratified by the interest taken in the Library by girls from the lower Forms, and we have been pleased to notice that often there are girls who spend part of their lunch-hour dipping into books in the reference section. We should like, however, the School in general to take a more active pride in the Library, to feel that it is in their own interests to see that books are not kept longer than the specified time, that books are put back tidily on the shelves in their correct places and not thrust in at the most convenient place, that girls do not sit on the tables, but use the ample supply of chairs provided for them; that they take better care of the books, and

SILVER AND GREEN that the School as a whole read more books! Need we say more? This year in the Library, instead of a comparatively small committee, we have had a larger one, and this group of girls has worked very well and cheerfully. We should like to thank Miss Christensen for all the good work she has done throughout the year. She has worked tirelessly. Space forbids us to include the large number of books which have been added to the Library during the past year, but we should like to thank the following for their kind gifts: Miss Mary Bright, for copy of her book of poetry, "Open Sesame"; Miss Deasey, for "Bible Poetry," by Dr. A. A. David; the girls of the Adelaide Methodist Ladies' College, for "The Story of J.M.B." and "The Singing Ship"; Joan Eggleston, for "The Master Thinkers," by R. J. Harvey-Gibson; Betty Smith, for "The Golden Year," by A. Mee; Loris Figgins, for "Morte d'Arthur," by Sir Thomas Malony, and last but not least, a friend who has given us "Making New Zealand." [Note.—Joyce Parkinson has carried out the duties of School Librarian for the greater part of the year, and Joan Bell has assisted her.]

donating scholarships, and to Mrs. Gilchrist, who also came to our help in Second Term. We wish to remember and thank all those who have so generously given scholarships in previous years. The winners of the 1941 Scholarships were: Senior, piano, Alison Hall; an extra Senior piano, Dorothy Bennetts and Margaret Anderson; Junior, piano, Norma Buckman and Enid Rowe; Singing, Florence Barber, Pat. Crone, Marjorie Baulch and Norma Simmons; Violin, Florence Barber and Janette Knuckey; Senior, original composition, Dorothy Bennetts; Junior, original composition, Ailsa Thompson and Judith Leask; Orchestral Instruments, Ercil Thompson (flute) and Estelle Nicholls (flute) ; 'Cello, Leah Hollings and Margaret Anderson. These girls gave a concert in the Music Hall, which was packed to overflowing, many of the donors being present. A large party of M.L.C. girls has regularly attended the Celebrity Orchestral Concerts and the Free Orchestral Concerts. Some girls also went to hear the Prockter Trio in the Assembly Hall. A party from M.L.C. attended "A Midsummer Night's Dream" in the Union Theatre; the music was written by Margaret Sutherland and the vocal parts were sung by a number of Old Collegians.

It was with much pleasure that we welcomed to our Music Staff Miss Betty Chisholm, Mus. Bac., B.Ed., pianist, violinist and oboe player; and Miss Winnie Roberts as viola teacher. We were sorry to lose Miss Fone early in the year, owing to the death of her mother, and Miss Lorna Stirling at the end of last year, but her Musical Perception Classes are being carried on by Miss Vardon.

Early in First Term the Choir was invited to provide part of the musical programme for the Young People's Demonstration at Wesley Church during Conference week. The invitation was accepted, despite the short notice, and the Choir sang two groups of songs, which were greatly appreciated. The Annual School Church Service was held at the end of First Term. The Choir provided the anthem, "Jesu, Joyance of My Heart," descants and other special singing. An important feature of the service this year was the rendering of some hymns by the School alone.

The Music Scholarships were competed for early in First Term and were judged by Miss Stirling and Dr. Floyd. So great was the talent found in the School this year that outside help for more scholarships was sought. Sincere thanks and appreciation are given to Mrs. F. J. Cato and Mrs. A. E. Alcock for

The Orchestra is constantly growing and has greatly improved. So keen are its members that it is very probable it will have a place in the Speech Night programme. During First Term the Orchestra, assisted by the Madrigal Singers, gave their first recital in aid of the Ambulance Fund. We would like

Music Notes. There has been a record number of Music Students this year, which is the second in the new Music School.

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to thank those members of the Staff who have helped them during the year. This year it was decided to hold both an afternoon and an evening recital, and so give the "fathers" an opportunity of hearing something of the musical work of the School. Two groups of girls sang French and German folk songs, entirely prepared by themselves. Another feature was some original two-part All songs composed by a present scholar. friends and critics thought these 1941 recitals some of the "best yet." The Junior School and Kindergarten had a musical atfernoon, at which they gave items prepared by each Form. The Junior School has been under the direction of Miss Anderson and Miss Evans this year. Unfortunately, however, Miss Evans had to leave us during Second Term. All parts of the School have contributed to our musical activities. Most of the Seniors practised hard for the House Music Contests in Second Term; the results were very close, Krome taking first place. The Middle School House Contests were held on 30th October, when Dr. Floyd was again the adjudicator, and Fitchett and Berry came equal first. There were a few musical items during the "Back to School" Day assembly, which were enjoyed very much by the Old Collegians. The Past Students' Choir gave a concert in June for the Child Bombing Fund. A very special appeal is made to girls leaving school to join up with them. As next year will be the Diamond Jubilee of the School, it is hoped that the Choir will be as good as that of the 1932 Jubilee. Thanks are due to the Past Students for giving two prizes again for Original Composition, Junior and Senior. The annual competition for a new School Song will be con. tinued, and for this we must thank Miss Flockart, who is giving the prize. We have to thank once again our generous benefactor, Mr. G. R. Nicholas, for the gift of a Hammond organ, which at present is in the dining-hall. Miss Anderson is teaching the organ students. Mrs. Alan Southey and Mrs. V. Walklate have presented gifts to the Music School. Such practical help is very much appreciated by members of the Staff and girls.

We congratulate all the successful candidates for the examinations in musical perception, theory, harmony and practical work. The entries and number of passes this year constitute a further record in M.L.C. successes. We wish to thank all members of the Music Staff, especially Miss Flockart, for their untiring interest and help throughout the year.

Members of the Orchestra, 1941. First Violins: Florence Barber, Janette Knuckey, joint leaders; Audrey Fleming. Second Violins: Wendy Taylor, Moira Pethybridge, Lois Murray, Pat. Murray, Elizabeth Hooke. Third Violins: Beryl Roediger, Flora Hall Jill Rigby, Fay Verner, Helen Yeatman, Lois Hopper, Beverley Nicholls. Viola: Margery Walklate. 'Cellos: Leah Hollings, Margaret Anderson Marjorie Thomas, Betty Edmunds. Bass: Betty McCaghern, Dorothy Bennetts. Flutes: Ercil Thomson, Barbara Binder, Estelle Nicholls, Betty Knuckey. Clarinet: Anne Rigby. Percussion: Tympani, Alison Hall; cymbal. Janet Wood; triangle, Robin Wright; gong, Joan Wright; tambourine and pianist, Mary Richards.

MUSIC EXAMINATION RESULTS. Piano. Grade I.—Honours: Alison Hall, Ellen Pass: Dorothy Thorne, Ercil Thomson. Dungey, Dorothy Bennetts. Grade IL—Honours: Margaret Rentoul, Peggy McDougall, Mary Richards, Leonore Marsh. Credit: Dorothy Morris, Pat. Murray, Nancy Trewhella. Pass: Lynda Jewell. Grade III.—Honours: Janet Wood, Jenny McConchie. Credit: Elaine Finney, Stephanie Elliott, Ina Ackland. Pass: Lorna Pope, Betty le Pine. Grade IV.—Honours: Judith Leask. Credit: Linnell Wood, Sheila Cantor. Pass: Gwenda Shepherd, Mary Wilkinson, Joan Tennant, Valda Phillips.

—Mendelssohn Studio. ROMEO AND JULIET. Phyllis Slater and Joan Eggleston.

—Mendelssohn Studio. SCHOOL PLAY, 1941, "ROMEO AND JULIET."

—Mendelssohn Studio. PREFECTS, 1941. Seated (from left to night): Barbara Taylor, Phyllis Slater, Joan Eggleston (Senior Prefect), Margot Jackson (Vice-Senior Prefect), June Neville, Jocelyne Buckland. Standing (from left to right): Lynette Firth, Margaret Tully, Ruth Johnston, Robbie Walker, Marion Appleford, Petera Campbell, Margaret Colborne-Veel, Enid Brown.

SILVER AND GREEN Grade V.—Honours: Norma Buckman, Kathleen Wood. Credit: Estelle Binns, Nora Forbes, Pat. Marshall, Joan Chan. Pass: Gretta Milligan, Judith Noske, Audrey Moore, Betty Muir, Valerie East. Grade VI.—Honours: Joan Kent, Elizabeth Wood, June Lavender. Credit : Elizabeth Metcalfe, Beverley Kiddie, Betty Brown, Deirdre East, Margaret Bell, Rita Rosenberg. Pass: Janet Noske, Marion Johnstone, Pamela Hendy. Preparatory Grade.—Credit: Bridget Israel. Pass: Nancy Dulfer. Violin. Grade III.—Credit: Audrey Fleming. Flute. Grade III.—Honours: Ercil Thomson. Grade IV.—Credit: Pat. Gibbon. 'Cello. Grade V.—Honours: Leah Hollings. Singing. Grade IV.—Pass: Doris Smith. Theory and Harmony. Grade IL—Honours: Dorothy Bennetts. Credit: Margaret Tully, Alison Hall, Dorothy Dungey, Margery Walklate, Lynda Jewell. Grade III.—Honours: Ercil Thomson, Janet Wood, Peggy McDougall, Valerie Fawcett, Jenny McConchie, Leonore Marsh, Ellen Thorne, Mary Richards, Ina Ackland. Credit: Shirley Hardingham, Lorna Pope. Grade IV.—Honours: Ruth Cant, Judith Oliver, Wendy Taylor, Norma Simmons, Vera Burridge. Credit: Betty le Pine, Elaine Finney. Grade V.—Honours: Linnell Wood, Yvonne Robinson, Joan Vizard, Gwenda Shepherd. Credit: Pat. Gibbon. Musical Perception. Grade I.—Credit: Dorothy Bennetts. Grade II.—Credit: Pat. Murray. Grade III.—Honours: Margaret Rentoul and Phyllis Trewhella (equal). Credit: Betty Barrett. Pass: Joan Wright. Grade IV.—Honours: Norma Simmons, June Lavender, Robin Wright, Mary Langtry. Credit: Stephanie Elliott. Pass: June Bath. Note.—We had a record number of entries for the Music Examinations, and also a record number of successes for this year. Congratulations to all concerned! —Ed.

Art of Speech, 1941. Under the able guidance of Miss Dwyer and Miss Illingworth much has been achieved this year in Art of Speech. At the Annual Church Service in Auburn Church in the First Term five girls — Pat. Reynolds, Pat. Murray, Betty Hookway, Margaret Tully and Joan Eggleston — gave an impressive rendering of Psalm 27, especially appropriate to the present troublous times. No elocutionary items were given at "Back to School" Day this year, owing to the final rehearsals for "Romeo and Juliet," to be presented the following evening by the M.L.C. Dramatic Society in the Princess Theatre. The play was a great success, and this was due to the wonderful work of Miss Dwyer. The cast all join me in expressing sincerest thanks to "the Producer." This term several girls sat for Art of Speech Examinations at the University Conservatorium and, as in past years, all passed with flying colours. The School Play was not the only activity of the Dramatic Society during the year. In the First Term we acted a number of small sketches and studied miming and, most important of all, we learned to work together as Recently we have been reading a team. comedies and gaining further insight into the artistic creation of characters. We trust that the best evidence of the work which has been done will be the improved speech of the girls —J.O.E. throughout the School.

ART OF SPEECH EXAMINATION RESULTS. Grade V.—Credit: June Sprigg. Grade IV.—Honours: Patricia Crone. Credit: Betty Knuckey. Pass: June Sprigg. Grade III.—Credit: Margaret Tully.

House Notes. This year we have been unable to meet in Houses to go to assembly, and consequently it has been rather difficult to stimulate much co-operation in the Houses. However, several meetings have been held throughout the year to discuss various matters of importance. The Athletic Sports this year were, as usual, very eagerly contested, and Krome were the

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victors. In the Swimming Sports, held First Term, Fitchett defeated Berry, but in the final totals the latter gained the most points. As usual the Choral Contests were very close and resulted in a win for Krome in the Senior Section, while Fitchett and Berry came equal in the Middle Section. The Flower Show was another victory for Krome, end we congratulate all the Houses on a splendid effort. After a most enjoyable and successful year we thank all the House Mistresses, House Captains and Sports Captains for their enthusiasm and hard work shown throughout the year, and particularly all those who have acted as adjudicators for the various events. —P.C. Boarders' Notes. This year has been crowded with entertainments of every degree of interest and humour, and we have all had a thoroughly enjoyable year. We have been favoured with so many plays and concerts that we feel our dramatic and musical talent is being greatly improved in all respects. Several of our number have attended the "Celebrity Concerts" throughout the season, and even though it is rather a crowded and difficult way through which we travel, we all agree it is worth it! On 21st August the majority of Boarders were seen at "The Yeomen of the Guard," and were very impressed. On Saturday, 20th September, we acted as hostesses to the Wesley boarders, who visited us to play tennis, basketball and cricket. As we had never played cricket before, and they had never played basket-ball previously, one can imagine the chaos. However, through their football methods they defeated us in the latter, and we drew in cricket (of course, it is not important that their left-hand bowlers had to use their right hand, and vice versa!). Four days later many of the Seniors attended a debate against Wesley, and we congratulate our team on being victorious. We were also extremely well represented at Numbers of Boarders the "School Play." were in the audience, but three were in the cast!

One of the crowning glories of the year was "Birthday Night." As usual every girl looked like a budding film star in a long (or short for the youngest ones), flowing evening frock. The Dining Hall was certainly a wonderful picture. The decorators (to whom we offer our sincere thanks) made the room look most festive, with the aid of balloons, paper caps, and coloured candles. The large fourtiered cake in the centre of the room finally completed the picture, and when all the candles were lit and the lights turned off we witnessed a scene that will last long in our memory. After tea a most enjoyable programme was provided for our guests, and everyone was most impressed by the fact that every girl had a part, and the co-operation was obvious. Supper, provided in the Dining Hall, ended a very entertaining and memorable evening. Another of our crowning glories was the victory of our Swimming Team in the House v. School race, and we congratulate our swimmers very sincerely. At the beginning of Term II. we were very glad to welcome to our Resident Staff two new Mistresses — Miss Powell and Miss Hotchin — and we hope that they will be very happy as members of House. At the end of that term we were very sorry to lose Sister Jones, and we greet Sister McMillan in her place. There is really no way of ending Boarders' Notes because there is so much to say, but everything must come to an end sooner or later — fortunately for the reader! To all members of the Resident Staff, to Sister, and particularly to Miss Deasey, do we say a very sincere and hearty "thank you!" for all that has been done to make 1941 in House a most enjoyable year for us all. Every boarder, from the most senior down to the youngest, appreciates and is grateful for all the personal interest that has been shown for us. To any who may not be returning House says "good-bye, good luck to you," and to all those who are returning may 1942 be as happy —P.C. as 1941!

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sistent players for the season:—Ruth Johnston, Anne Rigby, Jocelyne Buckland, Doreen Lancaster and Margaret Robinson.

Hockey Notes. The winter winds and rains swept o'er our oval, Cold was the weather and our fingers numb, Until the elements we faced undaunted; With courage that could never be outdone We fought for victory and we gained it, sometimes, Though 'twasn't fame we aimed at, but the fun. Brave

JOCELYNE was our awe-inspiring Goalie, Who with great hits and kicks repulsed the ball, Aided by one — ANNE RIGBY — the ViceCaptain And JOAN—another Back—whose play withal Inspired our Half-backs—JENNY, RUTH and EDNA— To meet all opposition, great or small. DOREEN, the swift-foot, played at Centreforward, With MARGARET, famous for the goals she shot, As Inner on her left; and on her right side The other RUTH (our Captain) doubted not. The prowess of the two wings, MARJ. and BERYL, Who with our gallant team so bravely fought. Thus was the First Eleven chosen, and soon united to play as a team. Against various schools we played twelve matches altogether, four of which we won, six we lost, and in the other two we drew. We all thoroughly enjoyed the visit from the girls of our sister school in Adelaide. We won our first match against them, but after a hard struggle we had to own ourselves defeated in the second one. This year five colours were awarded to those girls who were considered to be the most con-

Our Second Eleven, with Winsome Newey as captain, played seven matches. Of these we drew in two, won two, and lost the remainder. The Juniors played two matches and lost both of them. But, in spite of defeats, we have some very promising young players and that bodes ill for our opponents in future years. We all heartily thank Miss Foote for the tireless way in which she has coached us, and also for her most helpful criticisms after each match. —R.H.J.

Hockey. To Melbourne Grammar one fine day A hockey team set forth to play; But, alas! It was their fate To be greeted at the gate With the awful realisation (Certainly with consternation), That Grammar girls had joyfully Made their way to M.L.C. Disheartened, our poor hockey team Resorted to the last extreme: A speedy taxi they would hire, To return was their desire. Once more hope defeated woe — Back to M.L.C. they'd go. So when the taxi soon appeared The faces of the sad ones cleared. The taxi-driver was in doubt As whether he could help them out, For fifteen girls seemed rather weighty, They may as well have numbered eighty. But he said, "Jump in, and see." In they tumbled hopefully. When all fifteen had bundled in, Squashed they sat, but with a grin. As the car went down the road Passers-by gaped at the load. A busman thought it quite amiss That taxis took his trade like this. But at last to M.L.C. That crowded car came cautiously. Up the drive it slowly crawled, As its tremendous weight it hauled.

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At the hockey ground it slowed, And was emptied of its load. Girls with hockey sticks jumped out; They were greeted with the shout Of panting girls who could but be "The Piebald Team" of M.L.C. To the rescue they had come, To the pride of everyone. Juniors, Middles, Seniors, too, Had volunteered to help us through. They played the game with all their might, And in the end they won the fight. Five goals to two — our "Piebald Team" Had won beyond their wildest dream. In future history it will be, The hockey tale of M.L.C. --M.P. and J.T. (Form V.a). Swimming Notes. "Tho' our swimmers be last to the bar, Tho' another school beat us by far —" House Swimming Sports were held in our own pool on Friday, 7th March. They resulted in a victory for Fitchett House, followed closely by Berry, Cato and Krome, the scores being 55, 46, 39 and 21 points respectively. These sports held in first term were only for straight races and diving. The winners of these events represented M.L.C. at the Headmistresses' Association Swimming Sports for Girls, which took place at the Richmond Pool on Friday, 21st March. In two events M.L.C. gained first place, Open Diving and Open 55 Yards Breaststroke, the competitor in both cases being D. G. Lancaster. Four other places in final events were won. On Saturday, 22nd March, M.L.C. sent eight competitors to the Victorian All-Junior Swimming Championships. The only place gained was in the Under 12 Backstroke, 33 yards, by D. Turner. Melbourne Church of England Girls' Grammar School invited a Senior and Junior Relay Team to swim at their sports on Friday, 4th April. The invitation was accepted and the Senior team was placed fourth and the Junior team fifth. On Friday, 17th October, our Third Term Swimming Sports were held in our own pool and were composed mainly of fancy and team

events. Four new races were introduced: 200 yards Open Breaststroke; Under 15 Plunge; 50 yards Back Crawl, also under 15; and Senior 50 yards Backstroke. Berry House was successful in gaining 66 points, followed by Cato 56, Fitchett 51 and Krome 36. In the House v. School Relay, House must be congratulated on its brilliant dash to victory! During 1941 great interest has been shown in forming life-saving groups, especially by the Juniors, though the whole swimming group has maintained a high standard. In Life-Saving Examinations held during the year, all candidates were successful. Six candidates gained an Elementary Certificate, thirteen candidates gained an Intermediate Certificate, twenty-one candidates gained a Bronze Medallion, seven were successful in gaining their 2nd Class Instructor's Certificate and five candidates have gained their Silver Medallion. Many thanks are due to Mr. Charrett, of the R.L.S.S., who has given us of his time and knowledge so generously. In conclusion we want to thank Miss Foote for her very helpful coaching hints and her untiring interest in the Swimming Team and Life-Saving Group, and also for her very capable organisation. —D.G.L.

Swimming Sports. The detailed House results of the Swimming Sports are:— Senior. 1st Term. 3rd Term. Cato . . . 29 23 Fitchett . . 20 15 Krome . . . . 12 11 .. Berry .. 12 13 Total: Cato 52, Fitchett 35, Berry 25, Krome 23. Middle. 1st Term. 3rd Term. Fitchett 27 . 18 20 Berry . 26 5 Krome 7 . 23 Cato 0 .. Total: Berry 46, Fitchett 45, Cato 23, Krome 12.

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Tennis Notes. Many enthusiasts attended the early practices of 1941 in hopes of gaining a place in the School Team. Within a fortnight a very strong team had been chosen to represent the School in the coming matches. The players were as follow: R. Walker (captain) and J. Eggleston (vicecaptain), 1st pair; V. Cavanagh and M. Thomas, 2nd pair; M. Daley and M. Perry, 3rd pair; M. Jackson and M. C. Veel, 4th pair. Because of the large attendance at practices a Second team was chosen, and although it was not very successful in its matches, some very good experience for following years was gained. Our hard-working Juniors played very well, gaining success in all but two of their matches. They are playing tennis during Third Term also, and are as enthusiastic as ever. The results of the Senior Team are as f ollow1st Round.—M.L.C. d. Hermitage, 2 rubbers, 6 sets, 45 games to 2-4-42; P.L.C. d. M.L.C., 3 rubbers, 7 sets, 52 games, to 1-3-41; M.L.C. d. M.C.E.G.G.S., 3 rubbers, 7 sets, 55 games, to 1-3-45. 2nd Round.—M.L.C. d. Hermitage, 3-6-46 to 1-2-25; M.L.C. d. P.L.C., 3-6-46 to 1-4-37; M.L.C. d. M.C.E.G.G.S., 3-6-51 to 1-3-38 These results are due to the conscientious assistance which Mr. P. O'Hara Wood and Miss Blaxland are ever willing to give us. To these two people our sincere thanks are due. —R.W.

Basket-ball Notes. TERM II, 1941. There were no old members back from last year's 1st team, but with a lot of hard work

the team eventually became a very wellbalanced and co-operative side. Eleven matches were played during the season by the Senior team, and three each by the Second and Junior teams. One loss was the result of these fixtures, our first Senior team being defeated by St. Catherine's. However, in a return match we were successful in defeating them. We played two very enjoyable and successful matches with M.L.C., Adelaide, who visited us at the end of Second Term. This year five out of the seven members of the first team were boarders. The team was as f ollows:—(G.D.) G. Farrant, (D.) V. McGillvray, (D.W.) B. Hookway, (C.) L. Bridgborn, (A.W.) B. Rayner, vice-captain; (A.) M. Carter, captain; (G.T.) D. Golding. In conclusion we wish to thank Miss Per- . kins for all her good coaching during the season, and wish the team of 1942 the best of luck. Results. Senior Team. — M.L.C. d. Ruyton, 39-11 goals; M.L.C. d. St. Cath.'s, 22-26; M.L.C. d. P.L.C., 22-20; M.L.C. d. Tintern, 17-13; M.L.C. d. Clyde, 51-22; M.L.C. d. Fintona, 34-12; M.L.C. d. M.L.C. (Elst.), 31-13; M.L.C. d. St. Cath.'s, 30-18; M.L.C. d. U.H.S., 37-20; M.L.C. (Melb.) d. M.L.C. (Adelaide), 19-14; M.L.C. (Melb.) d. M.L.C. (Adelaide), 32-20. Second Team.—M.L.C. drew with P.L.C., 18-18 goals; M.L.C. d. Tintern, 35-11; M.L.C. d. Fintuna 26-13. Junior Team.—M.L.C. d. P.L.C., 18-9 goals; M.L.C. d. Tintern, 23-8; M.L.C. d. Fintona, 26-13.

Baseball Notes. With a good grounding in the Junior team of 1940, certain members came into the 1941 School team. With little experience of School team tactics, the new members to this year's team were ably instructed by Miss Perkins and Miss Blaxland, to form with two returning members a very enthusiastic and determined combination. Unfortunately we missed the experience of Margot Jackson during first term, owing to illness.

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IN OLD BAGDAD.

The members who have played for the School this year are: Margaret Lowe (pitcher), Joan Eggleston (catcher, vice-captain), Betty Rayner (1st base), Rosa Dawkins (2nd base), Ruth Johnston (3rd base), Roberta Walker (short stop, captain), Margot Jackson, Marion Hiscox (left out-fields), Margaret Carter (centre out-field), Peggy Flentje (right outfield) and Doreen Lancaster (emergency). The results of our Association matches were four victories out of six matches. Both times we were defeated by G.C.E.G.G.S., to whom we extend our congratulations for winning the premiership.

—P.C.S., Honour VI.. Caro.

Our Junior Team has also had some very pleasing results this year, and we hope that these players may be of valuable service to the Senior School team in years to come. Our first team results are as follow:— M.L.C. d. M.C.E.G.G.S., 9 to 8 runs; M.L.C. d. P.L.C:, 26-5; Hermitage d M.L.C., 13-9. Second Round: M.L.C. d. M.C.E.G.G.S., 8-5; M.L.C. d. P.L.C., 13-9; Hermitage d. M.L.C., 16-8. For these gratifying results the School has to thank Miss Blaxland and Miss Perkins for their willing and capable coaching of the —R.W. 1941 team.

—Fay Long, 14 years, Lower V.d.

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Original Contributions Prize List. Senior Verse.—Petera Campbell. Senior Prose.—Joyce Parkinson. Middle Verse.—Ailsa Sefton, "The Old Home." Middle Prose.—Gilian Rigby, "The Old House." Junior Verse.—Valda Vaughan, "Trees." Honourable Junior Prose.—No award. mention: Margaret Raymond and Bridget Israel. Drawing.—Phyllis Slater. Photography.—Gwyneth Finger, "Looking Towards Mount Little-Joe."

"Spring Child." Summer's a lass at her zenith of beauty, Autumn's a woman in practical clothes, Housewife, house-mother, devoted to duty; Winter's a grand-dam, shawled, warming her toes; Spring?—A fair child with brown hair unplaited, Wearing a brief green frock rumpled by play; Lovely and naughty, barefooted, unhatted, She appears out of nowhere, some late August day; She'll offer you sunshine—then throw cold water, A mischievous rain-squall, sharp as the south. You'd shake her and slap her if she was your daughter, Spite of eyes like boronia and peach-blossom mouth. Decked with the daffodil of the morning, She enters your home, as the sunrays intrude, Regards the wallpaper with glance of frank scorning, Tells you your curtains should all be renewed; "I'm here, so everything must be made pretty." Thus the Spring Child, never denied by Old Earth, She whispers to all till we whistle a ditty, And chirrup of birds is the sound of her mirth.

She dances around you, your hands in hers catching; A butterfly flickers in sun-quickened bliss; She's gone — with no click of the home-gate unlatching; Then, turning round after her, blows you a kiss. —Petera E. Campbell, Diploma A, Berry.

Chairs. Some chairs seem to be made for comfort — fat, corpulent almost, and enticing; others are merely made for a place on which to sit, and their sharp edges seem made to coincide with the soft bumps of the sitter; and some, well, we have asked ourselves why they are made! There is the friendly armchair, rather like the fat, good-natured friend upon whom people are always imposing without ever meaning any offence. Like the good-natured friend, it is very good for a while, when new and the demands are not so numerous, but when people become familiar with it and treat it roughly it becomes bumpy and has less spring. The chair, like the human, gives a less warm reception, and so it becomes, instead of the easily-imposed-upon friend, a mere acquaintance. Then there is the delicate chair, with spindly legs and fragile carvings at the back. This type of chair is rather like the invalid maiden aunt, whose feelings and susceptibilities one must be careful not to wound. Children, in their turn, do not like her, because they always feel restrained when they come into contact with her. Again, there is the serviceable chair which may be tipped back and rocked on, or used in what might be an undignified manner, but which never really loses its dignity. This is rather like the faithful servant who stays on despite the indignities proffered him by the youthful generation, because he knows that, as their fathers did before them, the younger generation will grow to treat him with love and respect. And it invariably happens.

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The padded, comfortable chair reminds one of a placid, good-natured, married woman approaching middle age. Nothing could, we think, disturb her stately dignity, and nothing dares to try. Nevertheless, she bears all her burdens with good humour, knowing that time accustoms one to the minor trials of life! Those which are really endeared to most of us are the old chairs which were once lightbrown, but whom old age has mellowed into a rich, deep tan. These are like pioneers, and as all pioneers brave and hardy; they have lost all desire for mere outward beauty and fleeting fame, as man will when faced with real, harsh life. They have lost, as pioneers have, some of their vigour—maybe a back is weak or a leg less reliable. Nevertheless they stand up as proudly as circumstances will permit, knowing that long years of faithful service lie behind them, but they realise that as they have never been ostentatious the world of sedentary men and women will no longer recognise them. Nevertheless, oh pioneers, we salute thee! —Joyce Parkinson, 17 years, Krome.

The Old Home. Lonely, grey, gaunt and tumbled down, Overgrown with nettles and with weeds; And memories come floating down the years Of happiness and long-forgotten tears. The old trees sighing in the wind, The plaintive far-off calls of cows and sheep, A shod—which echoes back from hill to hill, The mournful curlew cries, and then is still. What has that dusty, broken window seen?— The young grow up and take their place in life; The old depart to lands so far away, And leave the house in desolate decay. —Ailsa Sefton, 12 years, Form IV.b, Cato.

The Old House. To-day I went back to the old house. The gate creaked as it always did, but it was blistered and cracked, and one of the bars was missing. I went up the path, which was tangled with weeds so that it could hardly be seen, past

the garden full of long, grey grass and weeds, and up the worn stone steps. When they had been here the brass on the door used to shine and wink at me, but now they were brown and ousted by wind and rain. The door was open, and as I went in I saw that the boards were thick with dust and there were large, gaping holes. The windows were covered with red rain spots, and several panes of glass were missing. As I went up the rickety stairs I trailed a finger along the wall, leaving a sad ribbon of grey among the brown. Upstairs a mouse scuttled across my path, and cobwebs hung from the ceiling, but the ivy still fell in through the window, brightly green, as it had when they were here. I went out again and saw a forget-me-not sadly drooping, and the pond was muddy and clouded. There were no fish there now. I left slowly, and as I shut the gate it still creaked cheerily, and I saw the ivy hanging round the window as it always did. —Gilian Rigby, VI.a, 12 years, Krome.

Trees. Some trees live in the forest; I've seen trees grow in the town; Others live by the roadside, Just where the hill slopes down. Some trees dance and are merry; There are those that rustle and groan. Some trees have many a berry, And some of them live all alone. But all the trees are so lovely Whether bent, gnarled or tall. No one could ever be lonely Listening to their call. —Valda Vaughan, 9 years, L.III., Fitchett.

The Family Snap-shot Album. At home we have a great leather-bound album hidden away on a shelf. One day, while prying into the contents of this shelf, I found it, and taking it down began to inspect the contents. I shall try to write about the photos. I found there. On the first page was written "To Emily— from Henry," and a date. Emily, I realised, was my grandmother, and Henry her husband. Sure enough, there on the second page was a

—Mendelssohn Studio. HOUSE WING CAPTAINS. Seated: Nancy Trewhella, Petera Campbell (Senior House Prcfect), Kathleen Wood. Standing: Rosa Dawkins, Ruth Duggleby, Doreen Lancaster, Betty Smith, Joan Bell.

THE SCHOOL ORCHESTRA.

—Mendelssohn Studio.

From Left

—Mendelssohn Studio. TENNIS TEAM. to Right: Robbie Walker (captain), Joan Eggleston (vice-captain). Mary Daley, Margaret Colborne-Veel, Margaret Perry, Valda Cavanagh, Marjorie Thomas, Margot Jackson.

—Mendelssohn Studio. BASEBALL TEAM. From Left to Right: Robbie Walker (captain), Doreen Lancaster, Marion Hiscox, Margaret Lowe, Ruth Johnston, Rosa Dawkins, Joan Eggleston (vice-capta:n), Betty Rayner, Peggy Flentje, Margot Jackson.

SILVER AND GREEN tall, stately lady in a long, dark skirt, white high-necked blouse, and hair done up on top of her head. She was sitting on a cane chair, very stiffly, with a little half-smile on her face. My grandmother. Behind her, very grand in a long coat, tight waistcoat and side whiskers, stood "Henry." He was not smiling —one felt he did not approve of photographs. Oh, who was this jolly little boy in a white sailor suit, with long golden curls? Uncle James. (My, how he has changed! He is bald now.) Then there was a family group, taken in a studio in town. In the background there was one of those silly palm trees that they used to have always in studios. There seemed to be dozens of family photos. —babies dimpling up from the dusty brown prints; smiling ladies; stiffly handsome men; dogs, cats. Oh, such a lot! As I went And then began a change. through the pages I felt I was growing up with them, and suddenly I found uniforms, real ones, were dressing these young boys. There was Uncle Jim in a private's uniform in front of an artificial scene with the words "France, 1915," and Aunt Alice in a nurse's uniform. Once again the photos. changed; they were not so faded, much clearer. I could not suppress a chuckle when I saw the frock Aunt Millie was wearing in 1918 at Cowes. The photos. seemed to stop there for a few years — then I found myself creeping into the pages with my brothers and sisters. Then, suddenly, more uniforms — and Jimmy, my brother, in an airman's uniform. I couldn't help wondering when I came to the last photo. of our own boys in uniform whether the future members of our family who peruse this volume will from time to time paste in the photos. of more boys in uniform —and so on in a long sequence. —Ercil Thomson, V.a.

The Tramps. By an old camp-fire on a cool September night Two vagabond tramps sat by dim firelight; They scraped up the ashes and talked till the hour Announced their retiring—a shadowy bower. The moon up above them looked down at the two,

And gravely she pondered, but little she knew How these poor, wretched trampers had wended their way From the breaking of dawn to the close of the day; But the sun in the distance kept urging them on, And they tramped slowly onward, till daylight had gone. —Ailsa Newton, V.d, Cato.

Cynthia's Birthday. A Translation from Propertius. What gifts gave the Muses to thee, I was wondering at morning While I stood by my couch in the dawn of the reddening sun; The maidens had sent a remembrance, my dear, of thy birthday, And thrice with their hands were the chimes of rejoicing begun. 0! quite without clouds let the day pass, in air let the winds halt, And let the wave softly its murmuring lay on the shore, And may no sad mourners lament on this day in the sunshine, The stone of Niobe restrain her sad tears ever more, The mouths of the Alcyons silence, their wailings forgotten, And let not the mother of Itys bewail her lost son, While thou, my beloved, arising on wings of rejoicing, Make peace with the gods for thy gifts, as thou always hast done. Thy sleepiness chase with fresh water, and with thy thumb pressing Curl shimmering tresses, and put on that garment so fine Which first caught the eye of Propertius, and garlands of flowers Entwine round thy head and thy hair, 0 sweet Cynthia, mine. O let thy gaze fall where it will, let it always command me, Thy beauty be lasting, thy charm be as fresh as the day,

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And for ever thou reignest o'er me, I am ever thy servant, Thou seemest to wield o'er my head a perpetual sway. —Barbara Taylor, Honour VI., Cato.

An Australian Farm in Winter. Mr. Farmer comes into the house, red and jolly, rubbing his hands. His big shabby boots are covered with red mud, and he leaves a trail behind him wherever he goes, to the dismay of Mrs. Farmer. Outside, the trees are cold and bare, giving small shelter to the sheep huddled together beneath them. The pigs are grunting in their sties; they do not seem to care about the cold. The rotten boards on the buggy shed are being battered to and fro by the wind. "My dear, you really must mend that shed to-morrow," says Mrs. Farmer, bending over her h uge saucepans o soup.

To An Examination. Begone, foul fiend that frightest damsels pure, Hide thy dark visage from the light of day Lest students seek for Death, their only cure. Go! find thy grave and let thy bones decay! When thou dost come with heavy step and proud, Wan faces peep in terror, and prepare To deaf thine ears with sad lament and loud, And send thee back disgraced to thy lair. . . . But now the fateful time has fled amain, And maidens burn no more the midnight oil. 'Tis found that from the hearts of all the strain Has fled once more, like naughty boys from toil. So now the gloomy spectre's banished, Come, all ye students, paint ye old town red! —L.E.B., Honour VI., Krome.

—Ailsa Sefton, 12 years, Form IV.b., Cato.

In the Orchid Garden.

2 1. Caladenia Dilatata. 2. Glossodia Major.

3 3. Caladenia Deformis. 4. Pterostylis Nutan.

In the shadiest corner of our garden I have planted some orchids. We found them at Ringwood. I have six varieties of orchids. My favourite is the "Spider," with its crimson tongue covered with fur; its long, green, wavy arms, and brightly coloured centre. It is also called "Caladenia Dilatata."

5. Caladenia Pattersonii. 6. Diuris.

beak. The flowers bloom two to three inches from the ground. I have only one variety of Green Hood, the "Pterostylis Nutan," or the commonest sort, four to five inches at the tallest. "Caladenia Pattersonii" is a very droopy Spider orchid of very dull, dark colours, with neither so hairy nor long, dark tongue.

I have two purple "Glossodia Majors" with five wide petals and a small white beak. One of these has two flowers on one stem.

The Tiger orchid has two broad yellow leaves and brown spotted petals in the centre; it also has two little tails. The Tiger orchid can have two flowers on one stem. . . .

My "Caladenia Deformis" is "Glossodia" in miniature, with pale-pink petals and a little

Many of my orchid flowers have withered now, but I have one of each pressed in a book

SILVER AND GREEN to remind me of my orchid garden. I hope that they will flower again next year and brighten that corner with a piece of the "Bush." —Deirdre East, 11 years, L.IV.c., Fitchett.

Light and Joy. Victor Hugo: A Translation. On every side is light, and joy withal, The deftly-treading spider softly drapes The silken tulips nodding in the breeze With woven lace in silver-threaded shapes. The dragon-fly beside the shining pool Admires the wondrous globes that are his eyes. He quivers on the brink, while in the depths A teeming world of tiny creatures lies. Beneath the wood, where every soud is hushed, A little, fearful fawn, half dreaming, plays. From mossy caskets buried in the grass A beetle shimmers with a golden haze. All live their lives in happiness, and grace: The sunshine on the open threshold floor, The shadow flitting o'er the changing lake, The sky of blue above the grassy tor. The happy plain is radiant and pure, The wood is babbling; flourishing the grass. Fear nothing, Man: for ever Nature smiles; She knows the secret, she will never pass. —Barbara Taylor, Honour VI., Cato.

To City Friends. At this ideal school of M.L.C. I have come in contact with many city girls, and have learnt that they know little or nothing of nature and country life. So I shall endeavour to picture for them some of the things I recognised travelling eight miles to school every day on my faithful dappled pony during the early spring, just after the long, dreary winter months of floods. Splash! splash! go the pony's slow but sure feet through the two-mile stretch of clear mirror-like flood water over two feet deep. With the floods come hundreds of those princely black swans, who gracefully swim about, talking in their own loud, trumpet-like language. Within a few weeks I notice the parent birds building their nests of reeds,

sticks and bulrushes, some being as much as six feet in diameter. Then appear eight to fourteen greyish-olive eggs, which after six weeks of care by the parent birds reveal little, soft, living yellow balls of down — the cygnets. Nothing could be more picturesque than to see these little creatures move up and down on the waves after their proud parents. I also notice another visitor, the platypus; but he is very shy, keeping at a long distance from our track. If he sees us he will disappear, with a flick of the tail causing water to rise three feet in the air. They also rear young, but I have never been able to creep A near enough to see the little creatures. passer-by may never notice them, but I have often seen them floating about, just like a piece of stick; when danger threatens they will slip under the water as quickly as lightning, but will not appear again, no matter how long one waits. Perhaps these few pictures will encourage you to spend your holidays in the country — you are welcome! —I. McDonald, V.d.

The Glass House. Under the dome of greenish glass Tall, freckled lilies upward strain, And frilled begonias, proud as love, Press red against the frosted pane! Rich orchids, intricately curled On every crisp, up-reaching limb, Glisten like flocks of tropic birds In leafy jungles deep and dim. . . Heavy the air, and stifling sweet, With musky scents of fern and moss, Where cyclamens all spotless white Fringe maiden-hair as fine as floss! But just outside (I like to think) The wind, the fresh wind, keenly blows, And in the tall untended grass Run through with stems of fading rose; The humble little blooms of God, That know unending recompense, Dance unconfined through cloudless days Clothed with a wild magnificence. —Petera Campbell, Diploma A, Berry

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I Enter an Orchard in Spring. It is springtime; I enter the orchard gate. Hele, I see the beautiful flowering cherry trees. One mass of white, soft and delicate, the flowers seem to open out their petals as I look at them. I hear a rustling of leaves and a flutter of wings as a bird alights from a tree, and the petals fall to the earth. I feel fresh, and everything is quiet, except for the chirping of a tiny bird in a tree near by. I touch the petals; they are soft and smooth and give way as I touch them. I can smell the sweet scent of wild flowers, a patch of violets here, and a mass of buttercups there. It is all wonderful, and seems like a dream. —Helen Turner, 14 years, IV.b, Berry.

Forget-me-not, (From a German story.) The Garden of Eden was bathed in the sunshine; The flowers were sparkling with diamonds rare. Sweet perfumes, cool fragrance, stole out through the stillness, And, in the warm noonday, the Lord wandered there. The flowers were smiling to greet His calm footsteps, And nodding and bowing beneath His kind gaze. He looked on their beauty, their perfume, like incense, Rose up to his nostrils, a paean of praise. But 'mid that gay throng there was one flower mourning; He stooped to inquire for the cause of her shame. Her comrades rejoiced in the names He had given, But she, in her joy, had forgotten her name. The Lord smiled upon her with beauty and kindness, And "Weep not," He said, "For the name you forgot. From now we shall call you a name to remember; He blessed her and christened her "Forgetme-not."

The Garden of Eden was calm in the moonlight; The flowers were swaying in companies fair. Their many soft colours were blending in glory, And, through the dim stillness, the Lord wandered there. —A. G. Thomson, 14 years, V.a, Cato.

Night and Morning. Night has fallen. The stars are bright. The silver moon is casting ghost-like shadows on everything. Now and then a mo-poke breaks the stillness. Then the moon disappears and everything looks black. A faint wind rustles the leaves of the gum trees, loved by every true Australian. The sky becomes grey. Now, instead of the mo-poke, we hear the song of the lark as the sun rises in all its golden glory and splendour, and another day begins. —Patsy Hall, 12 years, Fitchett.

A Song of the R.A.F. (After the Campaign in Greece.) I sing a song of the R.A.F., Those gallant lads in grey, Who search the skies from dawn to dark To keep the foe at bay. From Mt. Olympus' lofty heights, Our troops were forced to flee, On roads beset by perils dread, And bombed continually. When daylight came to aid the foe, Our men were f creed to rest Among the corn fields, by the way, While on the bombers pressed. Nigh sixty German planes flew south To cut off our retreat; Quite sure, they felt, that the R.A.F. Could not with them compete. But 'though in numbers sadly few, Our fighter planes were game; And only nine returned that day Of the sixty-three that came. So I sing a song of the R.A.F., Those gallant lads in grey, Who're ready to fight 'gainst fearful odds To guard us night and day. —Jean Davey, 15 years, V.a, Berry.

—Mendelssohn Studio. HOCKEY TEAM. From Left to Right: Ruth Johnston (captain), Margaret Robinson, Ruth Dawkins, Jenny McConchie, Jocelyne Buckland, Margery Walklate, Anne Rigby (vice-captain), Beryl Phillips, Edna Hammond, Joan Bell, Doreen Lancaster.

—Mendelssohn Studio. BASKET-BALL TEAM. • From Left to Right: Lois Bridgborn, Doris Golding, Margaret Carter (captain), Betty Rayner (v.ce-captain), Farrant. Hookway, Gwenneth Vera McGillvray, Betty

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—Laurel Bamford, Honour VI., Krome.

—Gwyneth Finger, 16 years, Form

y.d, Berry.

LOOKING TOWARDS MT. LITTLE-JOE, WARBURTON. —Vera Burridge, L.V.b, Cato

SILVER AND GREEN Firelight Thoughts. The flames leap high; we seem to hear, Across the seas, the guns boom loud. One sees again those smiling lads, Whose valour makes us all so proud. The flames die down; fond memories wake Of happy days, when all seemed bright; When carefree, gay, they played and sang. But now, across the sea, they fight. The flames are gone, the vision fades, One knows that soon the guns will cease. We'll see again those smiling lads Who risked their lives for love and peace. —Margaret Perry, Diploma A.

War. War! The blaring headlines announced the stark fact. War! The young man sat dreaming. A smile played about his lips as he dreamt. War since the world began. . . . Fierce hand-to-hand fighting; spears; fights to the death; fame for the individual. . . . Ah, fame! Blessed and beloved intoxicant! Bows and arrows; deeds of bravery; stirring deeds of valour. . . . Moats; castles; wars between neighbouring barons; deeds of chivalry, rewards, kisses. ... Civil wars; intrigue; father fighting against son, brother against brother, changing from side to side to suit one's own ends. . . . Twentieth century — bloody struggles, official blunders, general incompetence, death by disease. . . . Always the innocent suffer with the guilty — the victory does not always go to the right. . . . Might before right! The young man's lips tightened. . . . "The innocent suffer. Ah, yes; but they will not after this war. This war will end all wars. Surely man, even with his lust for power and wealth would realise that too great was the cost of wars — the price paid in wealth and manpower. True, for the war to end war the cost would be great, but it would be worth it. Man really loved peace, and his inherent love of freedom will make this war one to end all wars.. . . ."

Five years later the young man sat musing again: "Great, ah great the cost, but — victory has been gained. . . ." He remembered the discomfort of the trenches; the bungling; the fighting in mud and slush and blood; the agony of fighting; the more exquisite agony of waiting; the torment of seeing friends wounded, or dying, and knowing one's own inability to do anything; the ghastly retreats and the still more ghastly advances. . . . "Victory had been gained, the war to end war was won, but great, ah great, the cost. . . ." The war clouds gathered again. War! The blaring headlines announced the stark fact. War! The man, no longer young, again sat dreaming bitterly. "The war to end all wars had been futile! The great cost, young lives, dreams, materials, had all been in vain. Man was born bad and nothing could prevent his evil desires from being shown. More young lives would be lost, more, more. . . . The insatiable god of war would demand greater sacrifices. . . ." "Oh God! Great, ah great, is the sacrifice!" The man, no longer young, bowed his head on his arms and wept. —Joyce Parkinson, 17 years, Krome.

A Schoolgirl's "If." (Apologies to Kipling.) "If" you can play the game of life While you are young at school, "If" you can bear the strain and strife, And never play the fool; "If" you can learn to do your work And play the honest game; "If" you can learn and never shirk, Yet keep the old school's name; "If" you can draw yourself away From wrong's attractive side, "If" you can learn to always say, "I'll by the truth abide"; "If" you can go through years of school Without a mere complaint: You're not a simple college girl, But just a perfect "Saint." —Ruth Pizzey, 14 years, IV.b, Cato.

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Having experienced the suffering attached to the prescribed writing of verse, I thought that a verbal expression of my agonies, besides lightening our dear Editress's heart, might serve to lessen the grief of fellowsufferers. Honour VI. had to write a sonnet. For people like me who, when they attempt to express their thoughts in verse, merely become ridiculous, this was indeed a blow. For days the thought haunted me. In the midst of laughter came the thought of "sonnet," and immediately I was unhappy. We were told to wait for an inspiration, but sometimes I waited for a whole period and the inspirations that came were, I am afraid, rather unsuitable. For instance, I was sitting forlorn in the library trying to concentrate, when a heavenly aroma floated out into the ether. "The boarders are having soup for tea," I thought — then "soup" (triumphantly). "I'll write a sonnet on soup." But the only line that occurred to me was "Soup, Soup, beautiful Soup," from "Alice in Wonderland"; and with this running through my mind it was hard to be original. Besides, what rhymes with soup?—boop, coup, doop— not quite what I wanted, somehow. So the "soup sonnet" had to be abandoned. Then, for a while, my misery was alleviated by a wild hope. Someone suggested a method that was infallible. The procedure was as follows:—"Think of a subject — anything will do," she said. "Say-er — say tram tickets." "Tram tickets!" I exclaimed. "But what rhymes with tram tickets?" "Oh! lots of things — fence pickets!" "Tram tickets, fence pickets — Oh! I say, this sounds good. Go on." "Well, you write it all out in prose; then you put it into lines, and finally you make it rhyme." It sounded very easy put like that, so I hurried away to try. The first two stages in the production went very well, and I began to think that maybe I'd better abandon my most recent ambition (to be a tram conductress) for the career of of a poet. It was in this exalted mood that I proceeded to make the ends of the lines rhyme. At the end of a solid half-hour, "tram tickets" and "fence pickets" were still

the only lines that sounded anything alike, and I had to admit that they had been suggested by someone else. I was in despair. The infallible method was proved false. I threw my sonnet into the fire and ruthlessly watched it burn. "Ha! ha!" I cried, as the last flames I felt like the villain in a died down. melodrama. Ever after that dramatic moment I knew that it was hopeless — that what must be shall be, and that I can never hope to be a poet. Ah me! I think I shall go down the garden and eat worms. —N.M.J.

Autumn Nymphs. In wild dance they whirling go, Soaring high and swooping low, Madly dancing, prancing. Over hills and to the skies, Where the singing blackbird flies, Lithely whirling, swirling. Racing wildly on the grass, With the wind they swiftly pass, Gently flying, dying. Now, they flutter slowly down, Autumn nymphs of gold and brown, Sadly calling, falling. But a playful breeze will rise, Nymphs go flitting to the skies, Brightly sailing, sailing. —Judith Leask, 11 years, IV.a, Fitchett.

In a "Children's Home" in Switzerland. When I was six years of age I went to a children's home in Switzerland. Now I will tell you how I got there. First I went by train over mountains, plains, fields and valleys. Then I went by a funicular to Avelengo. When I arrived I had to go through forests, always Then, after climbing higher and higher. about half an hour's walk, I arrived at the children's home. It looked very much like a farmhouse. There were not very many farms near, because it was a very long way to any shop. The living in the children's home was like this. In the morning, when I had breakfast, I would play with some other little girls. We played hide and seek and we had see-saws,

SILVER AND GREEN always in turns., and we often had a swing. Then about ten o'clock we each had an apple. Then we would start playing again, perhaps, with the Alsatian or take him for a walk. Then at one o'clock we had lunch. For lunch we had soup, vegetables and a potato with some meat, and then a sweet or fruit. After lunch we had about one hour's rest on a big verandah, and when it was very cold we would lie on our beds. Then, when we had finished our rest, we would have, perhaps, a game of cowboys or Indians with the boys. We took some sticks, and a rag, and put it over the sticks and that made our tent. The boys were the cowboys and the girls kept the tent clean and tidy. Then at six o'clock we would have tea, sometimes cold, sometimes warm. Then we all went off to bed. —Bridget J. Israel, 10 years, II., Cato.

Skipper. Skipper Is a naughty dog, He walks in original sin, With his coal-black hair, And his set black stare To his bold and guiltless grin. Who was it that unwound the cotton? Who was it that ate the mutton? Who was is that sent the ink Way down the kitchen sink? Skipper did it, there is no doubt: Nobody else was there. Skipper Is a naughty dog, His face is as black as coal, But his hair is as white As the first sunlight, Compared with the state of his soul. Who ran away when taken out? Who turned his brother round about? Who knocked the flowers off the mantelpiece? Who smudged the glass with candle-grease? Who put toffee in James's hat? Skipper did it. I'm sure of that; Nobody else would dare. —Shirley Mansergh, V.b, Berry.

29 Night.

The moving, restless city has been left behind, and we speed on toward the outer suburbs with a quiet, effortless grace. Gaudy advertisements and unsightly buildings are softened and beautified by the touch of Night, while the silhouettes of graceful church spires appear more lovely. In front the road dips down into space, then swings up again until it melts into the distance. It appears to be a broad, tapering black velvet ribbon, and the prosaic telegraph wires and street lamps of the daytime have been transformed into slender threads of delicate cobweb hung with gleaming dewdrops. To the north, behind the houses fronting the road, can be seen momentary glimpses of the sequin-studded velvet cloak with which Night has covered the streets and houses. Above the brightness is mirrored in the darkblue velvet sky, sprinkled with myriads of twinkling stars. The fine tall poplars which peer over the corner house greet you as a friend. They, too, seem to have fallen under the mystic spell of Night, that spell which draws all things and all people closer to each other, and to God. —Ailsa G. Thomson, 14 years, V.a, Cato.

Kleinstadtidyll. A Translation: By Max Bruns. The fountain in the quiet market place Murmurs in the summer night — like ripening corn. In far-off night the watchman's heavy pace Resounds, and then his melancholy horn. The night wind stirs the broad-leaved chestnut trees, Which fan the long-deserted houses soon To sleep between quaint gabled roofs one sees A patch of heaven — and the sickle moon. —Jean Clarke, Honour VI., Cato.

"Lament for a Soldier." The sunset feels a restlessness For beauty gone astray, For all the high, wild hopes of youth Close-gathered under clay;

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For all the lovely essences That could have brought to birth Dear dreams, and greater, grander thoughts! The sunset stains the earth, The moving, pulsing, careless world, With some clear, crimson stain — Blood colour — mantle for the lad Who will not come again! —Petera Campbell, Diploma A, Berry.

Things I Love. (After Rupert Brooke.) The smell of a new book; candles; camp fires; the sound of shoes on gravel; the sinking feeling of shoes in mud, the feel of bare feet on wave-washed sands; sun-bathing on yellow shores; the tug of a trapped fish on the end of a line; the sound of a hunting horn in the early dawn; the pictures created by mist; the sight of snow on bare, brown earth; rain on bare heads; shining mackintoshes. Excitement; flowers; pink ribbon; the smell of freshly-opened chocolates; the crinkling of cellophane; English tweed and Dachshunds. Glowing faces; shining hair; sparkling eyes; daintiness of Early English Madrigals; rhythm and beauty of ballet; poetry in trees; the stately dignity of old buildings; music of poetry. Blue checked tablecloths; creamy milk; brown-crusted bread; fresh, golden honey. Blue hills; the oozy sap of new-born cones; brown nuts and bursting pods; sun on dust motes; intoxicated bees in blossom; smell of upturned earth; smell of burning pine wood; blue rings and spirals of smoke; fresh water; butterflies in balmy air; the fleetness of blue dragonflies. Venetian blinds; the shine of clean shoes; the feel of clean linen; flexible hands on an ivory keyboard; stained glass windows; dusk and prayer; polished silver; the clank of milk cans in the early dawn; the pleasure of leisure; dew on roses and spider webs. The risk of danger; excitement of adventure; sensation of speed in frosty air and of being hurled in green, luxurious breakers, at full speed, towards silver strands. For all these, and a thousand others, my God I thank Thee. —D. G. Lancaster, 17 years, Honour VI., Fitchett.

A Winter's Night. The dew has fallen quickly over the hill, The cattle now are lowing by the water mill; All the birds are flying, flying to their nest, All the living creatures are seeking their rest. The dark has fallen quickly, with a wind from the west; The rain is beating loudly on the high hillcrest. No bright sparkling stars are shining on high, Everything is dark — even the sky! —Enid Rowe, 11 years, L. IV.a, Cato.

The Shepherd. As I sat and gazed at the stained-glass window, A sunbeam fell on the folds of His gown; It deepened the shades of red and yellow, And encircled His head as if in a crown. The sheep were gathered about His feet, A Loving Shepherd—through calm or storm Shelters the ones He loves — His sheep, And guards them from danger till break of dawn. 0 Shepherd! my Lord, hear Thou my prayer, And shelter the ones we love so dear. Keep them on God's own pathway fair, And be Thou loving and ever near. —Helen J. Charlesworth, V.d, Cato.

The Concerto. Up it soared, plaintive, wild, higher and higher, to end finally with a shriek -- the kind of cry an animal mortally wounded by the hunter's shot would make at dead of night. Then it came crashing down to fall into a magnificent finale. It had a sharp, pagan beauty which hurt more than it pleased, and left listeners with a confused impression of being hurled against some dynamic force. The audience sat in uncomfortable silence for a moment, and then burst out into applause. Later, a clerk going home to his wife was heard to say: "Annie, wasn't that a funny piece he played near the end?" "Too right," replied his wife. "I don't hold with such high-falutin' stuff. Give me 'In the Mood' any day."

SILVER AND GREEN While in a university one student said to another: "You know, all night that thing we heard at the concert has been running through my brain. It comes and goes, leaving me disturbed mentally; I don't profess to understand it, nor yet even like it, but there is something about it which is compelling. It's a strange thing!" "Well, personally," said his companion, "I hardly think it worth a moment's thought. It had no tune and was merely a lot of clashing discords." While the conductor, weary beyond measure after the strain of the evening's performance, soliloquised thus: "I wonder why that concerto always leaves me this way — why is it that I can never play it the way I think it should be played? There's something behind it; some force which makes a puppet of me, and makes me an instrument in the hands of a wild, untamed melody. I don't think I shall ever play it again. It needs someone great, for in it are combined all the wrongs of the world together with the wild

beauty which sometimes accompanies them, and only one who could withstand the evil in this world could conquer the wild, pagan beauty of that concerto. —Lurline Keck, Diploma B, Cato. "Anzacs at Olympus." They tell us that the gods are passed away; No more austere Olympus, towering high, Gives back the thunderbolts and blazing sky; His stately colonnades are crumbling clay. And yet, in footsteps of that Titan fray, Gods, younger and more mortal, toiling, vie With iron-clad hosts, and face turned upward die — Where wearied Zeus with his eagles lay. Yet still these old embattled heights that bear The ancient scars of striving of the gods Eternal in their thunder-riven stone, Call the Immortal Ones themselves to hear, They saw no battle of more gallant odds, Nor braver blood to "dye" their deathless throne. —Petera E. Campbell, Diploma A, Berry.

Voice of the School To the Editress of "Silver and Green." Dear Madam,— In bygone years it was customary for the Form Mistress to read the School rules to her Form at the beginning of the year. For old girls it was a means of revising their knowledge and for new girls it was an introduction to the jurisdiction of their new school. This custom does not seem to be practised these days. The only announcement of rules made is that made in Assembly after some rule has been broken. If the rules were read to us in full there would be less need for such reminders. If reading the rules is felt to take up too much time, it may be possible for the authorities to place a copy of these rules in the Reference section of the Library. Another suggestion is that, when our School Song Book is published, a School Rule Book could also

be published so that we shall be able to "honour yet the rule we knew," instead of the rule about which we were never quite sure.—I remain, yours hopefully, "Truth-will-out." [Yes, yes! Perhaps there will be a Grand Opening Day next year—with your suggestion. —Ed.] To the Editress of "Silver and Green." Dear Madam,-You may remember in past years we had a Guide Company at M.L.C. Don't you think that in such a time as this we should learn to help and be useful in case of emergency? I am sure all the Guides already in the School would combine and get a Company soon started, and a Captain would be very easy to find. Those girls who don't go away at Christmas could go to camp and have a happy

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time. Other schools have Guides. Why not our wonderful M.L.C.?—We remain, yours, Three Guides in L. IV.a. [I wonder just how easy it would be "to find" a Captain! Most qualified persons are extremely busy with war activities.—Ed.] To the Editress of "Silver and Green." Dear Madam,— As a future Old Collegian of M.L.C. I am very anxious to keep in close touch with the School. Would it be possible for Old Collegians to receive copies of the School Magazine? Those desiring to receive a copy of "Silver and Green" could pay the price of the magazine, and the cost of postage, together with their subscription to the Old Collegians' Association. Hoping this will be made possible in the future.—Yours, etc., "New Old Girl." [This idea may be considered.—Ed.] To the Editress of "Silver and Green." Dear Madam,— Could the colour of hair ribbons be changed to dark-green or grey for school wear, and white instead of black for Speech Night? How unsuitable it is for a girl wearing a white frock to have on her neat plaits two black bows.—Yours, etc., Hopeful. [We wonder how long the ribbons would stay white! Anyway, black bows match the black shoes!—Ed.] To the Editress of "Silver and Green." Dear Madam,— Do you not think that we should have longer periods for swimming? The periods are forty minutes' long, but as you know by the time we have undressed and dressed again we have only fifteen minutes in which to swim. Did we not get our pool so that we could learn to swim in it? How can we do this with only two periods, each of forty minutes, in three weeks? I am sure that you can see that more time is necessary.—Yours ever (if not drowned),— "Unlearned Swimmer." [May we remind "Unlearned Swimmer" that permission has been granted for girls to use the pool at certain other times — lunch-hour

and after school. Perhaps a little more enthusiasm at these times would teach her how to swim.—Ed.] To the Editress of "Silver and Green." Dear Madam,— In 1940 a great number of girls and members of Staff, including Dr. Wade, donated trees and shrubs to the School. We were told that, as donors, our names would be placed beside them. Is anything going to be done?— Yours hopefully, School Tree. [There has been so much to attend to in this great College that this matter has been delayed.—Ed.] To the Editress of "Silver and Green." Dear Madam,— Would it not make our Speech Night more interesting to the audience and also to the girls if we sang some well-known songs? Couldn't we have some brighter tunes, like "Waltzing Matilda" to liven up the night? A school song like "The Best School of All" would be a welcome addition, too. Hoping you will be able to do something about it.—I remain, yours sincerely, Singer. [It depends on what you mean by "wellknown" songs. Would "Roll Out the Barrel" comply with your wishes?—Ed.] OLD COLLEGIANS. Some girls may not know about the Old Collegians' Clubrooms at Nicholas Building, 37 Swanston Street, 4th Floor. Girls who are leaving, and girls who are still at school, are invited by the Old Collegians to visit the clubrooms when they are in town. Acknowledgment of Contemporaries. The Editor wishes to acknowledge, with thanks, the receipt of the following magazines: "The Melburnian," "The Wesley College Chronicle," "The Conian," "The Mitre," "The Carey Chronicle," "M.C.E.G.G.S. Magazine," "Pegasus," "Pallas," "The Michaelian," "The Recorder," "The Ruytonian," "At Home" (Huntingtower), "The M.L.C. (Adelaide) Annual," and any others which may have been inadvertently omitted.—The Editor.

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F. J. Cato Branch, Elsternwick NOTES FOR TERMS II., III., 1941.

ship and team spirit are the team's chief characteristics.

Music Examinations.

The Junior team, consisting of L. Steer (captain), U. Smith, S. Hislop and J. Graham, has already defeated Huntingtower and Camberwell, and lost against Shelford. We wish them every success in the remaining matches. —N.S.

In the University Music Examinations for September, 1941, the following results are now to hand:— Piano.—Grade I., J. Davis (Credit) ; Grade III., G. Sanguinetti (credit), M. Symes (pass) ; Grade IV., J. Gibb (credit); Grade V., B. Richards (honours); Grade VI., L. Rigby McDougall Preparatory, J. (honours); (credit). Harmony and Counterpoint.—Grade IL, J. Davis (honours). Musical Perception.—Grade III., M. Symes (credit); Grade IV., G. Sanguinetti (credit).

The School Service. On 20th July the Annual School Service was held at Elsternwick Methodist Church, where the service was conducted by the Principal, the Rev. A. H. Wood, who preached the sermon. The lesson, Paul's Hymn of Love, was recited by a group of Senior girls. The anthem, "Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring," was rendered by the special Choir and special hymns were sung by both the latter and the whole School. A large number of parents, past pupils and friends attended this memorable service.

Basket-ball. This year's basket-ball season has been very successful. The team selected was as follows:— M. Mathieson (captain), N. Spackman, P. Triplett, R. Roberts, S. Strahan, J. Lawrence, B. Bundara. In the Association matches, after having defeated all the other schools, we came a draw with Shelford. A deciding match was played, which, after an exciting game, resulted in a victory for Shelford, both teams having played splendidly. Several practice matches were also played, including one against —M.M. Adelaide M.L.C. Baseball. Although the girls are most enthusiastic, it appears to have been impossible to arrange many matches this year owing to numerous other school activities. Many new players have been discovered, and the interest taken by both Seniors and Juniors has been encouraging. There should be keen competition in the House Baseball matches this Term.

Sport. Tennis. After many exciting games our Tennis Team was successful in winning this year's Association competition. After successes against Camberwell, Huntingtower, Kelvington and Mentone, we earned the right to challenge Shelford, who had previously defeated us. This match resulted in a narrow win for M.L.C. The team consists of the following girls:—N. Spackman (captain), P. Triplett, J. Davis, P. Burslem, J. Lawrence, I. Winn, A. Collett and M. Warland. Credit is due to the enthusiasm of the team under the capable guidance of Mr. Falls and Miss Le Leu. Good sportsman-

The School Play. A blaze of light, a flash of colour, Oriental dignity — the eternal triangle! Once more the ever-resourceful Miss Drake, assisted by Miss Sanders, answered the call of the School's dramatic instincts and„ shunning Shakespeare and the small hall, decided in favour of Caulfield Town Hall and "Lady Precious Stream," a play translated from the original Chinese by S. I. Hsiung. The result was excellent, both financially and as entertainment. We were able to despatch approximately £42 to the Red Cross, part of the proceeds coming from

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the sale of programmes, many of which were works of art, made by girls throughout the School; while Miss Burke and IV.b girls were responsible for over £6 through the sale of sweets. —D.G.

Red Cross and Social Service. In addition to the splendid amount raised by the School Play, numerous sums have been raised by the various Forms in aid of Red Cross funds. There have been several of the ever-popular Sweets Days, and several Form Concerts and Plays. During Term II. the IV.a Extra girls showed enterprise in arranging a picture night, at which films *ere screened by the Shell Company in the Assembly Hall. On 15th October Form VI. arranged a theatre night for "The Mikado." Both evenings realised gratifying sums for Red Cross and Bombing Victims funds. Almost every Form, indeed, has made some special effort for this worthy cause. IV.b. girls arranged a successful Fancy Dress Party; Lower V.a girls, a Dog Show; V.a a Social Evening, and Lower V.b a Competitive Games Evening. Splendid work continues to be done by individual Forms and by united effort in all Social Service activities. The annual collection for the Blind Institute, and the Egg and Jam Appeals on behalf of hospitals met with the usual generous response. Many fine collections of knitted and other garments have already been made in aid of Red Cross and local charities. Miss Binns and Mrs. Turnbull have directed the activities of the Junior Red Cross, which has collected many garments and organised a First-aid Class, of which all members passed the examination.

Junior League of Nations Union. The Junior Branch of the League of Nations Union continues to hold fortnightly meetings. Two debates have been held, the subjects being, "That it would be to America's advantage to enter the war now"; and "That we should plan now for a post-war International Union." For one meeting the members from two Forms combined to prepare enlightening glimpses of life in Holland, and of great so.en of that country.

The highlight of Second Term was a Greek tea, at which special Greek dishes were eaten and much knowledge of Greece gained by illustrated talks and dialogues. To commemorate League of Nations Day Mrs. McKay, the mother of one of our members, gave the School a very interesting talk on America. It was decided that two meetings of Third Term should be devoted to studying the refugee problem, and preparations for discussions are now under way. The members wish to extend to Miss Drake their thanks and appreciation for her help —M.S. and guidance during the year.

School Visitors and Excursions. One of the highlights of Term II. was the visit of Mr. Leonard, who entertained us royally with his clever "chapeaugraphy," puppet show and much-enjoyed version of "Peter Pan and Wendy." We are indebted to the Rev. R. E. Hooper and the Rev. N. Graham for giving us of their time and thought in addresses at Assembly from time to time. On 23rd October representatives of the Electricity Commission gave us an interesting as well as an instructive afternoon's entertainment, including films illustrating the processes and uses of electricity in this State. On 15th September many of the girls were again privileged to attend the Orchestral Concert arranged by the Australian Broadcasting Commission, in the Melbourne Town Hall, and conducted by Professor Heinze. On 26th September a number of our girls attended the fine presentation of "Romeo and Juliet" by M.L.C., Hawthorn, in the Princess Theatre.

Student Christian Movement. The members of the S.C.M., under Miss Bennett's guidance, continue to hold their weekly study circle, taking "St. Luke's Portrait of Jesus" as the basis of discussion. Eleven of our members attended the Schoolgirls' Camp at Mount Evelyn in the May vacation. In Second Term we were privileged to hear Dr. T. Z. Koo, World Secretary of the

—Oakielgh Stud,' PREFECTS (ELSTERNWICK). Left to Right: P. Triplett, M. Mathieson, L. Phillips, D. Grice, M. Swift, J. Davis (centre).

—Oakleigh Studio. HOUSE CAPTAINS (ELSTERNWICK), 1941. C. Ellis (Kerrie), Left to Right: M. Mathieson (Kawarau), P. Triplett (Kittani), J. Davis (School), N. Spackman (Kooyong).

—Oakleigh Studio. TENNIS TEAM (ELSTERNWICK). Left to Right: J. Lawrence, M. Warland, A. Collett, P. Triplett, J. Davis. Front Row: P. Burslem, N. Spackman (captain), I. Winn.

—Oakleigh Studio. BASKET-BALL (ELSTERNWICK), 1941. Left to Right—Back Row: A. Collett, B. Bundara, J. Lawrence, N. Sparkman, R. Roberts. Front Row: S. Strahan, M. Mathieson (capt.), P. Triplett.

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Music Club. Under Miss Chisholm's guidance the Music Club continues to hold weekly lunch-time concerts, at which piano and vocal items are given by many of the girls. A considerable sum has now been raised towards the purchase of more instruments for our future orchestra. The Intermediate Forms recently held an entertaining Earliest Photograph Competition, which realised nearly £3 for the Music Club funds. This Term we are anticipating with pleasure a 'cello recital by Mr. Henri Touzeau, of the Melbourne Symphony Orchestra. Miss Carleton's short recitals after Assembly on Tuesday mornings continue to give great —P.S. pleasure to all who hear them.

ORIGINAL ITEMS. My Butterfly Lady. Palest blue my lady flutters, Brushing my cheek with her velvet wing, Kissing the lilac in purple showers, Drenching the lawn with its fragrant rain— Over the blooms and leaves she trembles, Quivering in a sea of blue — Clinging there in exquisite pleasure, Shyly, daintily peeping thro'— A small blue sprite in a world of blossoms, A delicate creature aquiver with spring— And then, in the shadow, a dim blue flutter Forsaking the sunlight with paling wing. —Carlotta Ellis, V.a. (Senior Elsternwick Magazine Prize.)

Evening. The western sky is glowing softly, Red as reflected lights of rubies, And yonder, blurred by evening mists, The tall church spire tapers To the evening sky.

Walking Club. The Walking Club, under the direction of Miss Burke, held its second walk for the year towards the end of Second Term. We walked merrily along the quiet country roads of Park Orchards, but the orchards unfortunately were bare. Another enjoyable day was spent walking to the historic little church of St. Helena. We hope, as we become more experienced, that the time of the outing may be extended. "A poor life this, if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare." —P.T.

Magazine Club. The Magazine and Original Verse Club is open to all who are interested in hearing and writing original literary items. Meetings are held fortnightly and some very interesting work has been done.

The drowsy wind is stirring warmly, Lulling the murm'ring birds to slumber, And breathing soft and gently warm, As breathes the dying ember In the ashes grey. The quiet twilight lingers dimly, Her strange eyes dark with shrouded mystery; Then soft and tender as a dream, Through misty, purple shadows, She steals away. —Marjorie Johns, L. V.a.

Washing Day. The fairies have a washing day, The same as you or I; They wash their clothes in dews of May And hang them up to dry. They use a cobweb for a line, And for a peg a thorn, And, though their clothes are very fine, Yet not a thing is torn. —Judith Brain, IV.d.

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Dense clouds were floating in the sky One dreary winter's day; We thought that it was going to rain, They were so dark and grey. Then all at once the thunder rolled, The lightning struck a tree; ; The wind was blowing strongly now Across a stormy sea. As the little boats were tossing, Tossing to and fro, The albatross, with his strong wings, Over the sea did go. Suddenly the hail came down, Down to the earth below, Covering the bright green grass, And made it white as snow. When at last the storm had ceased, A rainbow did appear; The big dark clouds went sailing on, The sky once more was clear. —W. Williams, 11 years, IV.c.

The Colours of the Sea. The sea has Oh! thousands of colours, Which change with the fleeting of hours, Reflecting the lights of the sky far above, As many-hued as the fair flowers. 'Tis green as the emerald in morning, And blue as the turquoise at noon, At sunset it shines out in crimson and gold, 'Tis silver by light of the moon. And sometimes the sea seems to mingle With sky, when the clouds turn them grey; And when the wind threshes the sea's surface smooth, 'Tis covered with white, and salt spray. The sea has Oh! thousands of colours, Which change with the passing of day; But ever unchanged is the water most deep, Whatever the surface may say. —Ruth Campbell, 12 years. IV.a.

The Display of the Lyre-bird. Although commonly considered timid birds, the lyre-birds in Sherbrooke Forest are quite unconcerned by curious, watching humans, and yet few people have witnessed a display like that which I experienced last May. While boarding at Ka'lista I was one morning walking through the forest when I heard the lyrebird's own song, a high, sharp, but very sweet call which carries for great distances. I followed the sound and at last discovered the bird standing on a low branch, his brown, rather ungainly body balanced by his long, brown, dragging tail. Anxiously I followed the bird as he sought for grubs in the thick carpet of bark, and was overjoyed when I realised that he was moving towards a mound, on which displays take place. The calls ceased and for a moment I lost sight of the bird, but a movement among the bracken ferns attracted my attention, and there was the lyre-bird standing on the mound. The tail was raised above the head, not upright as the traditional lyre, but falling forward over the head in a shower of glistening white feathers usually unseen. As the bird moved on the mound, he confirmed his reputation as a mocker, for from his throat came the calls of the parrots, the thrushes, the butcherbird, the whipbird and all the denizens of the neighbouring bush. Anxiously, and as quietly as snapping twigs would permit, I advanced to within a few feet of the bird. At my approach he turned, but instead of the revels abruptly ending at this intrusion the shimmering canopy of feathers dipped towards me as in a bow. I marvelled at the strength of the muscles supporting this plumage. The display was not a dance, as many people think, for the legs and body of the bird moved very little, but as he turned on his concert platform the twelve wide, white plumes and two fine pointer feathers were in continual motion, a gentle shaking which seemed to give emphasis to the songs. Several times the bird introduced the "accompaniment to the dance," a short clicking sound together with a beating of the wings against the body. Amidst these songs the laugh of the kookaburra rang out, and the little throat stretched and quivered as a whirring sound reminiscent

SILVER AND GREEN of a scissors grinder was sent forth. For twenty minutes the display continued, until at last, with a backing movement, the lyre-bird folded his outspread tail, lowered it to the ground and walked from the mound to join the little hen that was scratching in the ground near me. When I reached the boarding-house and told what I had seen, the first exclamation was: "What wonderful photos. you will have!" Alas, that day, for the first time, I had left my camera at the house! —M. Swift, VI.

The Australian. I care not for wild roses, Or soft, sweet-scented thyme, Or little hidden arches Where moss and jasmine climb. I long for barren beaches, And bold Australian skies, And hosts of golden wattle,, And dauntless gums that rise And shout: Australia! here Was born the Pioneer. He cut the winding bush track, And he drove the weary plough Across these miles of country That are golden acres now. He died for this Australia, And his mark is on the land. There's a trail he left behind him That we can understand. And men of other nations hear Of how we praise the Pioneer. Then let me keep my fancies, Let me love each rushing stream, Each cool fern-laden gully, Each panting bullock team. Each long, low ridge of mountains And each little grey bush track, And the melody of silence That for ever calls you back, For softly in the silence here Ever dwells the Pioneer. —C. Ellis, V.a.

Sacred Tie. Amid the chaos of our life Our dearest friends we've lost, The friends who helped us in our need And proved themselves, at cost;

We, too, may part in life's grim strife, Yet, as our days wing by, We surely will remember then Our sacred friendship tie. With this in mind, we'll not be blind To what our friendship means; Remember me — on this you'll find Our friendship ever leans. Then keep me in your memory, I will not ask you more. We cannot meet as we have met Now youth's bright dream is o'er. Your path and mine through life may be In future far apart, But time may bring us change of scene And yet not change the heart. For you, for me, the lot may be Apart the world to brave; But keep me in your memory, 'Tis all the boon I crave. —V. Harris, V.a.

The Simple Joys of Life. The song of the birds, their colours and plumes, Their high notes and low notes, a medley of tunes; The clear light of dawn with its stillness and calm, That spreads o'er the fields its blessing—a balm; The blanket of pearls that is formed on the grass, The billowing clouds that overhead pass; These are the things that are seen every day, Yet many are blind and just pass on their way. Perhaps they are worried, a little bit sad; If their eyes were but opened, their hearts would be glad, And peace and contentment would then both be theirs; The beauty of Nature would lighten their cares. —A. Lyon, V.b.

Dawn. I laughed. The world was sweet with laughter, Softly, sweetly filled with song, Faintly filled with that wild fragrance Numbing heart and soul — how long I stood I knew not, and the Dawn Had passed me by; and then I stretched my hands out to the Heavens,

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Seeking to embrace the Dawn which fled me, and to hold A little of its sweetness — but that day Was born a world where only shadows play. —C. Ellis, V.a.

The Cat. Upon the step the cat sits curled With sun-filled eyes and lazy purr, Her tail relaxed round hidden paws And pink tongue smoothing breeze-blown fur. But when the moon is full, those eyes Are changed to wild, wide orbs of light, And shadows hide the lurking form Of this lean creature of the night. For fear and wickedness are there, In snarling lips and wailing cries As if, in darkness, she becomes Some evil ghost in feline guise. —S. Strahan, L. V.a. (Middle Elsternwick Magazine Prize.)

If I Were a Sailor. Out on the rough and roaring sea, Out on the deep blue wave, A sailor I should like to be, A sailor big and brave. I'd sail right to England, I'd sail right to France, I'd sail right to India, While I had the chance. Then, when the ship came into port, I'd be happy to be home, But I'd soon again go sailing The wide, wide sea to roam. —B. Wilson, IV.d.

Sonnet to Youth. Arise then! Youth. The songs of Spring are dying. Faint falls the rose and pale the lily gleams— And all the weary Earth is sighing, sighing, And we have nothing left, but only dreams— And only dreams of long since, ancient splendour, And only songs of glory passed away. Arise then, Youth! Awake the passions tender, Arise! It is the dawning of your day.

Far off the pipes of Pan are softly blowing, Sweet fragrance fills the vale, and on the hill The colours of the Dawn are faintly glowing, And all the Earth is hushed, and oh! so still We cannot even hear the shouts of laughter, As Morning comes with gay Youth dancing after. —Carlotta Ellis, V.a.

Grantly Hall. In the gloaming, standing stately and tall Is a lovely old castle, by name Grantly Hall, With its picturesque views of true Scottish scenes; The moorlands of heather and mauvecoloured heath, From the high tower of Grantly are seen beneath. This moss-covered castle has stood through the years As a haven of refuge for peasants and peers; Its sturdy construction has well stood the test Against many aggressors who wished to despoil The beauty of Grantly, on true Scottish soil. —V. Rowe, IV.a.

Wonder. I wonder as I lie in the dim coolness Of the soft, damp, curling ferns, I wonder and I ponder on the stillness, What is it that a bush creek learns? Does the sparkling crystal water with its rainbows Ever come again, when once 'tis gone? Does the scientific knowledge that man knows Ever make the parted waters 'gain return? The book can tell a secret to the wisest, And something that the powerful must learn, That, when once the eager water has departed, Like neglected chance, it never can return. The brook is young, it does its work when youngest, Its age is slow, as ours is weak and cold: Oh! youth is sweet, there's no time for repentance, So go your ways before you are too old! —Valerie Wiffen, V.b.

SILVER AND GREEN A Dream. This is a dream: the clock has ceased its ticking and the sound of the cricket died far away. The high white walls have faded and the curtains flutter in the night breeze. We are so many miles away and it is the earliest hour of morning—it is Dawn and the Earth is already waking. A cock crows, a cart rattles past and a horse goes cantering down the street. Such a queer street! All cobbles and thick red dust, and gaunt unfamiliar horses; a woman comes running out the door, her hair still flying, and a little child stands disconsolately sucking his thumb. And then quite near I discover a quaint old man. Overladen with years he was, and trembling so that he could scarcely stand. Wearily he leant against a battered post and played on an old fiddle. This was the song:— "It is Springtime, and Oh! how sweet is the world to-day; birds are singing, the trees are laden with blossom. The sky is as blue as the bluest ocean. We are so very young, and how we laugh and sing and toss up our challenge to the Fates, and dare 'Unhappiness' to snatch us from this World of Song! We have been crowned with poppies and sweet wild briar, and the wind is beating against our wild young breasts, and our faces are towards the east." The song is changing. "The light is fading; march swiftly, Youth; Age is overtaking you. The garlands are fading and there is no more Spring. Grasp wearily thy failing strength, and sigh for the song that is passing. Throw out your hands towards the East and feel the sunlight slip between your fingers." The song is ending: "Die bravely, Youth. Send up thy songs to the heavens and let the last salute be worthy of that forgotten song. Die bravely, Youth; ah Springtime, sweetness, strength, die bravely, Youth." In a quiver of sadness the song ceased and there was only an old man, a worn-out fiddle and a silent street. Far off the cock crowed again and, as Dawn broke, I awakened. It was morning; the sun was streaming thro' my window and an indescribable sadness filled my heart. And then I laughed, and flung back the sheets confining me, and ran singing to the window. Behold! It was Spring! —C. Ellis, V.a.

My Dream Garden. I wish I had a garden With lawns stretching far, And hollyhocks a-reaching As if to catch a star. Oh! to have a garden, With stocks to scent the air, Along whose summer whispers Come pigeons white and fair. And to have a fountain With playing waters bright, That tosses up and then drops down In the sleepy summer light. Yes, I wish I had a garden With flowers fair to grow: It's so nice to have a garden, If you have one, you will know. —Marie Cowell-Ham, IV.b.

Granny's Garden. Masses of climbing geraniums tumbled over the fence, and around the snowy apple trees bees murmured soothingly. Magpies, like little Swiss Alpine climbers, yodelled in the treetops, or squabbled with their neighbours. Nasturtiums sprawled over the lawn, or clambered up tiny trellises, discreetly hiding their exquisite blooms with leaves as round as saucers. More bees droned 'round the lavender bushes, while snapdragons and hollyhocks reared their stately heads above pansies with faces like kittens. Marigolds shone like full moons in corners that otherwise tended to be dull. Sweet peas opened their delicate blooms to blink at the sunny world around them, while fragrant spikes of lupins and hyacinths stood like tiny sentinels beneath the sweet wild roses. Dainty lily of the valley and lacy maidenhair mingled in a shady hollow. A tiny kitten rolled in a bed of freshly-turned earth. Slender poppies unfurled their silken heads in a plot of sweet alice. Beneath the jacaranda tree Easter daisy foliage afforded a refreshing green. Butterflies flitted from flower to flower. On the green gate a white cockatoo swung drowsily, and Granny hobbled along the herringbone path, greeting you with a cheery smile and sending you away with a huge bunch of carnations and cherry blossom. Over the gate was the simple inscription "Home." —Judith Dean, 12 years, IV.b.

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At the Grave of a Great Australian General. Once more we remember the faithful and the brave, Who strove our fair freedom and honour to save, As we stand with heads bowed at the side of a grave, The grave where a soldier lies; A soldier who, twenty-three years ago, Fighting for right, foiled a furious foe, A soldier whose name all Australians should know, General Sir John Monash. But to-day, in the dry dusty deserts afar, Camp our soldiers again, with the same strong morale, To recover the peace which our enemies mar, A peace sought by John Monash. And in all strife and strain, in the victories they gain, Despite bombing and shelling, the wounded and slain, They still have a past leader's hopes to maintain: The hopes of Sir John Monash. —M. Sicklemare, V.a. Enchantment. 'Tis morn; The sun shines brightly To wake the sleeping flowers; And sunbeams flitting lightly Invade the leafy bowers. They weave a mystic carpet Of brown and green and gold, And dance a graceful minuet With butterflies. Behold! The flowers in their bright array, Their modesty forsaking, Allure the breeze, and gaily sway To music birds are making. The sunbeams fade. The butterflies, Bereft of warm sunlight, Quiver and droop. The soft wind sighs; The birds resume their flight. The radiant flowers make their adieux, For now the day is done, They lend the sky their glorious hues To speed the passing sun. —M. Neville, Lower V.a.

From a Railway Carriage. I was travelling at night — a clear, frosty night, and the moon shed a white, cold light on the sleeping countryside. On the horizon was a black range of foothills, with a broken line of trees standing blackly silhouetted against the light sky. We sped over the plains towards this dark barrier, passing trees, standing isolated and lonely, or in small groups. Very remote they seemed, aloof from the bustle and worry of Man's short span; and their inky, black shadows made pools of darkness on the moonlit ground around them. They had a strange, silent, almost lonely look standing motionless under the hard, white moon and distant glittering stars. And yet, there was a sense of infinite peace and security to be gained from these same trees; a feeling that they were on guard while all the world slept. The train thundered on, the only moving thing in an empty, silent world. It shattered the stillness; not seeming to make a lasting disturbance, but to form a separate world — a world of warmth and lights and people — and the silence rolled back over the place where it had been, and the night was undisturbed. The only record of our passing through this great space — all black and white At -- was the smoke, trailing lazily back. times it had a lurid glow from the fire light, then this would fade, and it would appear as a cloud above us — black, with a curling white edge — and ever rolling and tumbling, over and over and over, as it slowly ascended into the clear, cold sky. A few lights, a small cluster of dark buildings, the howl of a dog — and we had passed a tiny, sleeping settlement and were out into the solitude again. Nearing the hills, a slow mist crept in between the trees; the sharp outlines became more vague; the moonlight came more softly through this soft, white, eddying cloak, and the trees stirred. And then came sleep, softly stealing to guard the grandeur of that hour — that its peace might remain in my heart and its beauty might never be lost. —L. Phillips, VI.

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A Moonlight Fantasy. The leaves were like lamps as Nell went to bed, They threw a mottled shadow around her little head; The night had a wonder of a mystic kind, While, somehow, sleep was hard to find. On looking from her window, she saw the tiny stars, While the moon was sending whiteness in bright, long bars; Outside was a kind of silvery land; Why, there was even silver upon her hand. All in a swish a bright moonbeam Came quickly along to her with a dream. Five little fairies flew through the air, Each with a wish for a little girl fair.

his aunt, his mother and his father; and oh, how he wanted his brothers and sisters! So he turned for home, and when he reached it his father spanked him and spanked him, and the truth is, oh Best Beloved, he spanked him so hard that his lovely, long, wavy, fluffy, curly tail fell off, and so he has never had a tail since, neither have any of his children. That, oh Best Beloved, ends my —Zoe Ellis, IV.a. "tail."

Music in the Air. The crickets chirp amongst the grass, The birds sing in the trees, The bees fly buzzing on the flowers, All through the summer breeze.

Beauty and happiness with all the rest. Each fairy said that hers was the best. She awoke in the morning to find it a dream, Which was brought through the air by a bright moonbeam. —Clare Walker, 9 years. (Junior Elsternwick Magazine Prize.)

The wind, when whistling through the trees, Mosquitoes in the air, The brook, when tumbling o'er the stones, Make music everywhere. —G. Molony, 9 years.

Why Manx Cats Have No Tail.

Granny's Garden.

At the beginning of the world, oh Best Beloved, when everything was new and shiny, tnanx cats had the most beautiful, wavy, fluffy, curly tails of all cats. Now one cat had a very long tail; much longer, oh Best Beloved, than any other manx cat in the new and shiny world. So he tickled his grandmother and his grandfather; he tickled his aunt and his uncle, his mother and his father, and all his little brothers and sisters, and when they went to hit him he ran away. Only his father ever spanked him, and he spanked very hard.

Granny's garden is neat and prim, And oh! so exciting to wander in. It has dainty forget-me-nots here and there, And lots of ferns and maiden-hair.

One day the cat had an idea. He decided to run away and explore the world so new and shiny; so he packed his bags and went. He walked for a mile and he began to feel tired; he walked another mile and he began to feel footsore; he walked another mile and then he sat down by the side of the road and went to sleep. He awoke very hungry, oh Best Beloved, and oh! so thirsty. He wanted his grandfather and his grandmother, his uncle and

It has big white lilies, and pansies, too, And a little stream that runs quietly through; There's a lattice archway covered with flowers, And a seat where I dream for happy hours. —A. King, IV.d.

Gay Autumn. Autumn leaves are falling Softly, softly down, Gold and red and yellow, Orange, green and brown. Autumn rains are falling, Swiftly, swiftly down, Dressing all the countryside In a bright new gown. —J. Pugh, III.a.

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44 The Sky.

The angels have a home on high, Up in that mist we call the sky; They often weep in the winter's cold And that's what we call rain. But we like to see them happy, For the sky's all blue again. When all the world is fast asleep, The stars are the windows from which they peep; But when the angels too grow tired, They have soft cloudlets for their beds, And till the morn they float aloft — 'Tis then they raise their sleepy heads. I'd rather have their gay moods, When all the sky is blue; But when I come to think of it, I like their sad moods too! —L. Young, IV.d.

ttOn Composing a Poem." (With apologies to Longfellow.) At the table, thinking deeply, Wracking brains for inspiration, Sat a student doing homework. On her face was an expression Both of agony and longing, Agony because she could not, At her English Mistress' bidding, In her mind compose a poem. Rather would she write an essay On however hard a subject. Oh, that hard and cruel Mistress! Had she tried to write a poem? Surely not, for if she had done, Would she be so story-hearted As to set it for their homework? Shakespeare, Byron, Shelley, Browning, How she envied them their talent! She was not meant for a poet, Why did they want her to be one? The look of longing on her features Was because out in the garden

There was warm and lovely sunshine. On the lawn the feline gambolled, Chasing butterflies, but vainly. How she envied it its freedom! It had not to write a poem. Viciously she chewed her pencil, Ran her fingers through her wild hair; Scratched her chin and kicked the chair-leg; Half an hour sat there thinking — Not once put the pen to paper. Suddenly a cry aroused her, "See, the feline on the roof walks, Hear him meow, descend he cannot." Out she dashed into the sunshine, Wishing not to miss the excitement. Saw the gallant rescue 'ffected By her brave and dauntless father, Climbing up the wobbly ladder; Leaned against the wobblier drainpipe, Heard him mutter low and fervent When the feline stuck its claws in, When he knocked a cactus pot down, When the ladder almost toppled, Saved by gallant dash of Mother, When he at last on terra firma, Stood upon the fallen cactus. Having giggled long in private, After stroking frightened feline, She adjourned unto the cupboard, Took a little light refreshment 'Fore returning to her labours. When at length she sat down to them, No more could she concentrate on Such a trivial thing as poetry; Always found her mind returning To the sunshine and the feline. So at last in desperation, Scribbled she this little poem, Hoping that her English Mistress Would not be too hard upon her; Hoping that she'd also wanted, When her work was calling to her, To be outside in the sunshine, In the sunshine with the feline. —Pat. Lawrence, V.a.

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