1947 Silver and Green by Alumnae and Archives

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Lunch Time. —Janet Noske, Diploma B. Fitchett.

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—Beverley Prosser. Pass VI.b.

S ngapare Harbour. —Winifred Teo, H.VI.c.

The McKenzie Falls, Grampians. —D. Weight, Pass VI.b, Krome.

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Y lie c+.1Azfgazine of fly Atethottist 7.Eabie5' College, -iztfutllorn JUNE, 1947.

Editor: MIMI YEES. Sub-Editor: Betty Probst. Freedman, Della Hilton, Magazine Committee: Miss L. Mitchell, Judy Betheras, Betty Evans, Elaine Margaret Holdsworth, Elizabeth Kent, Betty Macbirnie, Margaret McCutcheon, Myra Pederick, Glen Saleeba, Kitty Stander, Valda Vaughan,

Editorial "Should not the heart beat once, 'How good to live and learn' "? Not once beat "Praise be Thine? `I see the whole design, I, who saw power, see now love, perfect, too: Perfect I call Thy plan.' " Living in this world is a complex experience, yet an experience which is part of God's great plan. In it everyone has some particular position, which no one else can fi ll, and everyone has some special contribution for life which no one else can offer, yet, fundamentally, we are all "sisters under our skins." Consciously, or unconsciously, we are all ultimately striving for perfection, because in

perfection there is all that we desire and the "perfect round." But nothing of great worth is attained in a day, and sometimes we feel the struggle is aimless, and we become depressed and perhaps disheartened, and momentarily lose faith in our purpose of life. But if our convictions are really strong, some incident or thought arises which gives us fresh incentive. As Wordsworth says, "We see into the life of things," and it is only when we have this experience that we are inspired to go on again. Sir Edmund Herring has said:— "We have, I believe, to get people back to the faith of our forefatheis, to believe again that there is a God, that this is His world. We are here to do His will and what He wants us

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to do. If you take God out of the picture there is nothing left but the competition of desires."

suffering, such as this State has just experienced.

It is easy to become selfish and self-satisfied, to forget other people, to look on life as a struggle for personal advancement and to disregard the other person's point of view. This attitude of mind is one of the causes of the present world-wide discontent; nations striving for supremacy of their own institutions, irrespective of whether these are conducive to world peace and prosperity.

If employer and employee only tried to compromise and meet each other halfway, a more sympathetic understanding would be reached, and the parties concerned would think of "what is right" rather than "who is right." If the parties to a dispute were less afraid of admitting to their own mistakes in policy, settlement would be reached sooner and the community life would be less seriously affected.

Unrest and disillusionment at the failure to produce a "new order" in the post-war world have caused serious political and industrial disputes, leading to unhappiness, hardship and

For, if everyone in the community thought of everyone else, and we all sincerely tried to assist each other, there would be "love perfect," and we would then see "the whole design."

Salvete M.L.C. heartily welcomes new members of Staff: Mr. H. M. McKnight, B.Sc., Dip.Ed., Science Master. Mr. McKnight is a graduate of Melbourne University, who also studied at Cambridge, and since then has taught science in several boys' schools in England and Australia, the last being Sydney Grammar School. He has brought experience and enthusiasm to the organising and teaching work of his section of our School. Already he has awakened great interest in Science, as seen in the Exhibition (Physex), which was a striking success at the April Fair. Mr. McKnight has given much thought to the planning of the new Science block, the building of which has been approved. Miss D. M. Stevens, B.Sc., Dip.Ed., is another acquisition to the teaching staff of the School. A graduate of Bristol University, Miss Stevens has taught Science and Mathematics in English and Australian schools, including Kingswood Grammar School, near Bristol, and Guildford Grammar School, Western Australia, from which school Miss 'Stevens has come to M.L.C. Miss P. Short has taken charge of the Business School after experience of teaching all commercial subjects at other schools, her last position being that of Senior Business Teacher at the Gordon Institute of Technology, Geelong.

Mrs. N. Nicol, B.A., Dip.Ed., has been a member of our staff before, and has been gladly welcomed upon her returning to the teaching of Mathematics at M.L.C. Mrs. M. Dickinson has taught Drawing in several schools, and is taking our senior classes in that subject. Mrs. L. Osborn, M.A., Dip.Ed. (Old Collegian), is better known as Lorna Grierson, and remembered as the writer of some of our School songs. Miss H. Waterworth has joined the Studio Staff as a teacher of Craft. Miss B. Seeley, who was on the staff of Brighton Grammar School, is now teaching in the Lower Middle School. Miss Margaret Kendrick (Old Collegian) is a member of the English Speaking teaching staff. Miss B. Pooler, Miss L. Ferguson, and Miss G. Johnston,. all graduates of the Sydney Teachers' College, Physical Education, are sports mistresses assisting Miss J. Perkins (Old Collegian), who has now become Senior Sports Mistress. Miss Isobel Carter, Mus.Bac., (piano and clarinet), Miss Eileen Maley, Mus. Dip. (piano), and Miss Audrey McPherson, Mus.Dip. (singing), are new members of the Music Staff,

SILVER AND GREEN Miss J. McDonald, an experienced teacher of Shorthand and Typewriting, joined our Staff in Term II. Sister M. Small joined our Resident Staff during Term I. Mrs. Clark (Rosa Dawkins) and Miss Marjorie Robinson are Science Laboratory Assistants, Miss Joan Hodge and Miss Kathleen Reseigh are Art Studio Assistants, and Miss Joyce Ryan, Domestic Science Assistant; all of them are Old Collegians.

Miss P. M. Johnston and Miss J. Lukins are A.T.T.I. student teachers. The School now knows Miss Dobbyn as Mrs. Hodges, Miss Medcraft as Mrs. Christiansen, and Miss Denholm as Mrs. Miller. Among many new girls in the Senior School, to all of whom M.L.C. has offered a welcome, there are several senior girls from M.L.C., Elsternwick, including the following School officers: Audrey Pearce and Mary Boulter (Prefects), Joyce Gillard, Shirley Kraetzer, Eunice Nicholls and Wendy Straw (Probationers).

Valete missionary service in Korea, and whom M.L.C. congratulates upon her appointment as Principal of the Presbyterian Missionary Training College, at Dunedin, N.Z. Miss L. Bamford (Old Collegian), Miss J. Cook, Miss A. Smith, three teachers in the Art Section; Miss S. I. Raitt, Lower Middle School; Miss N. Thirlwell (Old Collegian), English Speaking; and Mrs. J. Shepherd, Sports Mistress. Among senior girls who left school at the end of 1946 were the following:— Judith Leask, Senior Prefect and Dux, 1946; Special Exhibition in French (Matriculation), and 1st Liet Memorial Prize in French; General Exhibition (Matriculation) and Senior Government Scholarship; Hockey Team, 1945-46 (Captain, 1945-46). Glen Tomasetti, Prefect; Senior Government Miss R. Dawe (Old Collegian), who had been Scholarship; House Captain of Cato; SubSenior Teacher in the Business School for six Editor of "Silver and Green"; Secretary, Debatyears, her results in the teaching of Shorthand ing Society; Hockey Team, 1945-46 (Viceand Typewriting having been unsurpassed in Captain, 1946). Ailsa Sefton, Prefect; University Free Place; the School's history. of "Silver and Green"; Vice-President, Editor Mrs. E. Richardson, B.Sc., who had taught U.N.A. Physics and Chemistry to Matriculation and S.C.M.; Secretary, Prefect; Senior House Robinson, Marjorie Leaving Forms for five years, giving cheerful U. N.A. Vice-President Prefect; (Boarders') of war-time service in a very important section Mary Snowball, Prefect (and Senior Prethe school. fect, M.L.C., Elsternwick, 1945) ; Treasurer, Mrs. E. Nurse, B.Com., whose teaching results U.N.A. in Geography and Economics in Senior Forms Dorothy Bell, Prefect; Hockey Team, 1945for five years had been our best in those sub- 46. jects, and who had inspired the Debating Elaine Topperwien, Prefect; Senior GovernSociety's activities. ment Scholarship. Miss E. A. Kerr, B.A., B.D., who had taught Judith Tredinnick, Prefect. Scripture at M.L.C. since her return from long Robin Wright, Prefect; Boarders' Pianist.

At the end of 1946 the School regretfully bade farewell to the following members of Staff: Miss I. M. Blaxland, who had been Senior Sports Mistress at M.L.C. for eleven years. The new Gymnasium and Swimming Pool in 1940 gave her additional opportunities for organising the work of her section and raising our standards in Physical Education, especially in Life Saving, an activity in which the School has just won the highest awards in the State. She is commemorated in the Blaxland Cup for House Life Saving Competition. Miss B. Guyett, B.A., who taught French and other subjects for seven years, and was Senior Mistress for Intermediate Forms as well as President of the United Nations' Association, her influence being marked in all these departments.

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Marie Bull, Probationer; Special Exhibition in Music, Theoretical (Matriculation). Joan Body, Probationer. Deirdre East, Probationer. Lois Forbes, Probationer. Irene Griffiths, Probationer; Tennis Team, 1945-46 (Captain, 1946). Marie Ham, Probationer. Joyce Hiscock, Probationer; House Sports Captain of Fitchett; Athletic Team. Margaret Kaye, Probationer. Pat McNicol, Probationer. Estelle Nicholls, Probationer; University Free Place. Judith Noske, Probationer. Beverley Rogers, Probationer; House Sports Captain of Cato; Tennis Team, 1945; Baseball Team,. 1945-46 (Captain, 1945-46) ; Basket-ball Team, 1946 (Captain). Enid Rowe, Probationer. Jill Stuchbery, Probationer; House Captain of Krome; Hockey Team, 1945; Athletics Team, 1945 (left during the year for Kenya,

intending to proceed to University studies in England). Jean Williams, Probationer; Treasurer, S.C.M. Vivienne Williams, Probationer. Peggy Wilson, Probationer. Margaret Maddock, School Librarian. Louise Buxton, Secretary of French Club. Lesley Cornf ord, Secretary of German Language Group. Valerie Maughan, House Sports Captain of Berry. Mr. E. R. Clark, A.F.I.A , A.A.I.S., who has been Secretary of the School for nearly seven years, left on 30th June. He has taken a deep interest in the School's welfare in addition to serving it with professional ability. The School remembers his devotion and wishes him success in the future. Miss M. Shepherd (Old Collegian) and Miss B. Matthews (Old Collegian), who had been assisting in the Business School, left at the end of Term I.

School Highlights SCHOOL DIARY February— Tuesday, 11th—We commenced school with 1377 girls on our roll, meeting in vast hordes on the main quad. However, the majority of old girls, used to large numbers each year, scarcely showed surprise at the creation of Honour VI.c, and hailed its birth with but a passing comment. Friday, 14th—A School Service and the Induction of Prefects and Probationers was held in Fitchett Hall in Open Period, and the stars and hatbands (well, most of them) were presented. Friday, 21st—Senior girls spoke to us during Open Period about the various clubs, societies and activities of the school. Thursday, 27th—Miss Ferguson gave us an interesting talk on the work done by the "Save the Children Fund" in Europe. March— Wednesday, 5th—The Boarders' Choir added their gentle voices to the deep rumblings

of the Ministerial Choir to sing a hymn in the Melbourne Tow". Hall at the Overseas Missions Demonstration. Friday, 7th—In Open Period, under the auspices of the U.N.A., the Rev. Stanley Weeks, M.A., who has been a missionary in India for ten years, gave us an interesting and revealing talk on this country. The Houses combined to elect their leaders, and we congratulate all House Hofficers. Swimming Sports—our mermaids gallantly kicked their way through the foaming waters of the pool, resulting in a victory for Cato. Friday, 14th—Mrs. Claude Couchman, a past member of our teaching staff, gave us an interesting talk in Open Period. Our baseball and tennis teams lost their matches to Tintern. Tuesday, 18th—The scholarship winners' recital was held in Fitchett Hall, and those present appreciated and enjoyed very much the artistic rendering of the items.

SILVER AND GREEN Friday, 21st—The first of the Inter-House Debates, between Berry and Cato. Mighty words from Berry rolled forth to maintain that the "Pen is mightier than the tongue," but the tongues of Cato proved the negative side of the question, and they triumphed by a narrow margin. Our tennis and baseball teams won matches against Lauriston. Tuesday, 25th—The Lower Middle School Athletic Sports were won by Berry. Friday, 28th—The tennis team defeated St. Catherine's, and the senior baseball team lost. Saturday, 29th—The junior and senior baseball teams lost to M.C.E.G.G.S. April. Tuesday, 1st—The School Communion Service was held at Auburn Methodist Church, a large number of senior girls attending. A short address was given by the Rev. F. T. Cleverdon, President of the Conference. Wednesday, 2nd—Interval for Easter after school—for some! Boarders, however, revelled in manufacturing enormous quanties of Hedgehog Cake (of many varieties!), collecting eggs, killing fowls, shooting ducks, and a few other things, making butter, gathering vegetables, and so on. Wednesday, 9th—School resumed, and we spent two days scanning weather reports and printing posters, among other things.

Wood conducted the service, and the choir sang "And the Glory of the Lord," from Handel's "Messiah." The whole school regretted that Miss Flockart could not be present because of illness. Monday, 21st—The junior tennis team defeated St. Catherine's. Wednesday, 23rd—Miss Frances Paton, Australian delegate to the S.C.M. at the Oslo Convention, spoke to us in the Music Hall. Shakespeare Day postponed until the first week of second term. Friday, 25th—Anzac Day Commemoration. The address was given by the ,Rev. H. L. Hawkins, chaplain to the Australian and American Forces during the war. Saturday, 26th—School teams attended St. Catherine's Athletic Sports, and M.L.C. ran second in two relay events. Monday, 28th—We make no comments, but Honour VI examinations began. May— Friday, 2nd—In Open Period, Mrs. Borhaven spoke to us about Norway, on behalf of the U.N.A. The Athletic Sports were held. Congratulations,, Krome! Saturday, 3rd—The baseball team defeated the Hermitage, Geelong.

Friday, 11th and Saturday, 12th—April Fair. No brief diary could describe these days fully. Please refer to further report.

Monday, 5th—The remainder of the stars and hatbands were presented to the Probationers at Assembly. At Ruyton sports, M.L.C. enjoyed varying success. Please refer to the Sports Notes.

Sunday, 20th—At 11 a.m. the annual School Service was held at Auburn Methodist Church, and broadcast from 3L0. Mr.

Friday, 9th—"The student's life is pleasant, And pleasant is his labour," but—

School Officers, 1947 Senior Prefect.—Judy Betheras. Prefects.—Peggy Barlow, Mary Boulter, Jill Faragher, Joan Garden, Shirley Gilliam, Margaret Hoskin, Gwen Hotton, Maureen Johnson, Margaret Kendrick, Rosemary Macleod, Betty Munro, Audrey Pearce, Betty Probst, Betty Sinclair, Diana Webster, Mimi Yees.

Probationers.—Janet Barber, Norma Buckman, Robin Came, Beryl Challenger, Barbara Clarke, Betty Evans, Marion Fenton, Joyce Gillard, Judith Hackwell, Della Hilton, Margaret Holdsworth, Shirley Kraetzer, Shirley Marquis, Beverley Nicholls, Eunice Nicholls, Merle Purser, Roma Saunders, Mwyn Sheil, Ruth Steele,

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Wendy Straw, Iduna Sutton, Kathleen Thompson, Elizabeth Wood. House (Boarders') Prefects.—Joan Garden, Margaret Hoskin, Betty Probst. Wing Captains: Marion Fenton, Shirley Kraetzer„ Shirley Marquis. House Captains.—Senior: Joan Garden (Berry), Maureen Johnson (Cato), Mimi Yees (Fitchett), Diana Webster (Krome). Middle: Janice McCready (Berry), Nancy Hackwell (Cato), Nanette Burns (Fitchett), Lorraine Evans (Krome). Junior: Marion Turner (Berry), Lesley Cook (Cato), Joan Millerchip (Fitchett), Rae Lechte (Krome). House Sports Captatins.—Senior: Betty Rose (Berry), Marion Fenton (Cato), Marjorie Behrendt (Fitchett), Noleen Ferris (Krome). Middle: Janet Huntington (Berry), Jennifer Holden (Cato), Judith Clowes (Fitchett), Beverley Malcolm (Krome). Junior: Yvonne Crellin (Berry)„ Jacqueline Cass (Cato), Shirley Griffiths (Fitchett), Pamela Grenall (Krome). Student Christian Movement Executive.— Miss Horsman and Miss B. Jackson (Presidents), Elizabeth Wood (Vice-President), Lois Harding (Recording Secretary), Margarette Wannan (Correspondence Secretary), Betty Evans (Treasurer), Peggy Barlow, Lillian Duncan, Jill Faragher, Margaret Kendrick, Mickey Killough, Wendy Straw, Mimi Yees. United Nations' Association Executive.— Mimi Yees (President), Betty Probst (Secretary), Gwenda Beed, Della Hilton, Mickey Killough. Library Committee: — Elizabeth Wood (School Librarian), Judith M. Bell (Treasurer), Betty Macbirnie (Chief Checker), Pat Krieger, Margaret Bell, Beverley Ball, Betty Pullen, Lorraine Stephen, Ervyn Hayes (Checkers), Beverley Lord, Marjorie Price (Advisers), Anne Miller (Chief Repairer), Pat Fleming, Beverley Webster (Repairers), Alison Howden (Chief Returner), Lillian Duncan, Christine McComb, Valerie Robson, Heather Davies (Returners), Denise Bradly, Barbara Jones (Patrols), Margaret Gale, Elaine Bettess (Guards), Glen Saleeba (Talks Officer), Maureen Johnson, Della Hilton, Margaret Kendrick, Jill Hickling, Merele Hayes (Information Officers), Enid Yen (Filing Officer), Susie Lipton. Walking Club Committee.—Mimi Yees (President), Miss Slater and Miss B. Jackson (Vice-

Presidents), Shirley Gilliam (Treasurer), Marjorie Behrendt (Secretary), Jill Griffin, Margaret Gribble, Marjorie Egan, Elizabeth Constable, Judy Betheras. Debating Society Committee.—Miss Powell (President), Betty Munro (Secretary), Joan Garden, Glen Saleeba, Judy Betheras„ Della Hilton. Social Service Work.—Miss Dahle, Miss Slater, Mrs. Hodges, Mrs. Kelly, Miss B. Jackson and Social Service Captains. French Club.—Miss Dahle (President), Shirley Gilliam (Secretary). German Language Society.—Mrs. Klaar (President), Mrs. Kubly, Betty Sinclair, Marion Lipton, Ruth Vlacho. Science Club.—Science Staff and Peggy Barlow, Alison Lukeis, Beth Judkins, Rae Dixon, Joan Willis, Shirley Gilliam, Mimi Yees. Camera Club.—Miss Carter (President), Joan Garden (Vice-President), Gwenda Beed (Secretary). Senior Mathematics Group.—Miss Kellaway (President), Barlow Peggy (Secretary), Deborah Bebarfald, Jill Faragher, Elva Metzenthen, Joan Willis. Sub-Intermediate Mathematics Group.—Miss Wilson (President). Margaret Kerr. Form Captains.—Honour VI.a, Judy Betheras; Honour VI.b, Shirley Marquis; Honour VI.c, Janet Barber; Pass VI.a, Judith Williams; Pass VI.b, Marjorie Hagger; Pass VI.c, June Yates; Pass VI.d,. Mickey Killough; Diploma A, Merle Purser; Diploma B, Lois Barr; Pre-Nursin7, Margarette Wannan; Home Science, Freda Ruler; V.a, Joan Rush; V.b, Ailsa Brownlee; V.c, Shirley Inglis; V.d, Shirley Rush; V.e, Judith Smith; V.f, Valerie Thomas; Lower V.a, Lorraine Evans; Lower V.b, Nanette Burns; Lower V.c, Beverley Bamford; Lower V.d, Margaret Mitchell; Lower V e, Nancy Hackwell; Lower V.f, Dorothy Cope; IV.a, Lesley Barnes; IV.b, Nancy D:ngle; IV.c, Zoe Caldwell; IV.d, Rosemary H-'der; Lower IV.a, Lesley Cook; Lower IV.b, Joan Millerchip; Lower IV.c, Rae Lechte; Lower IV.d, Barbara Algie; III.a, Judith Krieger; ITI.b, Helen McComb; Lower III.a, Judith Wilkin.on; Lower ITI.b Laurel Wood. Social Service Captains —Honour VI.a, Maureen Johnson; Honour VI.b, Norma Buckman; Honour VI.c, Barbara Clarke; Pass VI.a,

SILVER AND GREEN Judith Sheehan; Pass VI.b,, Enid Yen; Pass VI.c, Rae Dixon; Pass VI.d, Lois Miller; Diploma A, Alison Turner; Diploma B, Valerie Scott; Pre-Nursing, Marjorie Winburn; Home Science, Dorothy Barnett; V.a, Mary Bryce; V.b, Dulcie Watson; V.c, Heather Davies; V.d, Joan Russell; V.e, Alison Wylie; V.f, Marie Watts; Lover V.a, Mary Jones; Lower V.b, Beverley Webster; Lower V.c, Elaine Church; Lower V.d, Joan Reid; Lower V.e, Denise Bradly; Lower V.f, Cecily Cook; IV.a, Jill Hilton; 1V.b, Lesley Barclay; IV.c, Heather Leete; IV.d, Jeanette Boorer; Lower IV.a, Judith Curtis; Lower IV.b, Shirley Griffith; Lower IV.c, Margaret Rea; Lower IV.d, Judith Spark; III.a Jacqueline Cass; III.b, Laelia Burke; Lower III.a, Hilary Dunn; Lower III.b, Janice Holt. Sports Captains.—Honour VI.a, Diana Webster; Honour VI.b, Dawn Gunson; Honour

VI.c, Mwyn Sheil; Pass VI.a, Heather Murdoch; Pass VI.b,, Noleen. Ferris; Pass VI.c, Mary Briggs; Pass VI.d, Marjorie Behrendt; Diploma A, Marion Fenton; Diploma B, Nancy Johnston; Pre-Nursing, Alison Trott; Home Science, Joan Gibb; V.a, Anne Goldsworthy; V.b, Ruth Lechte; V.c, Anne Cockburn; V.d, Gwen Vivian; V.e, Beverley Mahood; V.f, Judith Bird; Lower V.a, Jennifer Holden; Lower V.b, Helen Heath; Lower V.c, Elaine Bettess; Lower V.d, Marjorie Corben; Lower V.e, Valerie Hughes; Lower V.f, Estelle Binns; IV.a, Janet Barrow; IV.b, Lesley Jackson; IV.c, Jocelyn Rogers; IV.d, Catherine Blake; Lower IV.a, Pauline Rudd; Lower IV.b, Adrianne Grove; Lower IV.c„ Ann Hay; Lower IV.d, Janet Edwards; III.a, Yvonne Gray; III.b, Elizabeth Barrow; Lower III.a, Patricia Davies; Lower III.b, Zelma Williams.

Speech Night, 1946. At the annual Speech Night, in Melbourne Town Hall, on Friday night, 13th December, 1946, many parents and friends were necessarily disappointed owing to the size of the School, two tickets per family being possible only in Senior Forms, with one ticket in the rest of the School. The prizes were presented by Lady Herring, who charmed everyone, not only by her graciousness in meeting prize-winners, but also by her kindly words to the School afterwards. The School was again most indebted to Miss Ruth Flockart„ and the singing under her inspiring leadership made a profound impression. The evening opened with worship, the hymn being "Praise to the Living God." The unison songs were "I vow to Thee, my country" and "The Ballad of London River." The School Madrigal Singers sang "Since Robin Hood," "When from my love," and "Now is the month of maying." The School Choir sang "Lullaby" (Watford Davies) and "Fly, Singing Bird" (Edward Elgar). Robin Wright and Margaret Hoskin were accompanists. The Rev. E. H. 0. Nye, President of the Methodist Conference of Victoria and Tasmania, made the acknowledgments to Lady Herring, and also to Dr. A. E. Floyd, who again presided at the organ with his inimitable skill,

and to members of Staff who organised the lines, seating, and prize-winners' arrangements; these members of Staff included Miss Dahle, Miss Kellaway, Miss Betts and Miss Blaxland. The Principal's report included the following statements: "One danger of a secular age like ours is being satisfied with secular education, or with education faintly tinged with morality, such as putting the Golden Rule as an appendix to a secular syllabus. Another danger is that education may become destructive. Education can inculcate materialism; it can induce the belief that we "live by bread alone," or "live by machines alone." If education fails to show God as "The First Author of Beauty" a community can become morally defiled. A Church School has a solemn duty in arresting the moral decline which is a significant feature of our surroundings to-day. A School such as M.L.C. exists for the sole reason that it can, and must, provide sounder training than schools which are not free to teach the Christian faith. If we do not satisfy the test with the majority of our pupils we stand condemned. M.L.C. is not a school for those who desire class distinctions; it is a school where girls are urged to declare themselves Christians." "Parents in some cases do not appreciate the importance of continued cultural opportunities

JUDITH LEASK, Dux of M.L.C., 1946, Senior Government Scholarship, Exhibition (French), General Exhibition Special (Matriculation), 1st Liet Memorial Prize .for French. GLEN TOMASETTI, Senior Government Scholarship.

—C. Stuart Tompkins. MARIE BULL, Special Exhibition (Matriculation) (Music, Theoretical).

—Dickinson-Monteath: ELAINE TOPPERWIEN, Senior Government Scholarship.

AILSA SEFTON, University Free Place.

ESTELLE NICHOLLS, University Free Place.

—C Stuart Tompkins. MARJORIE WALL, University Free Place.

JUDY BETHERAS, Senior Prefect, 1947.

—Muntz.

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for their daughters, and sometimes when there Pat Griffin and Gwen Llewellyn. V.e, Joan is no financial reason for girls leaving school Mason. V.f, June Dawkins. Lower V.a, Mary they are taken away, their last opportunity of Hughes. Lower V.b, Wendy Kimpton. Lower a general education being lost. Girls themselves V.c, Mary Ritchie. Lower V.d, Alison Wylie. do not always appreciate their educational Lower V.e, Pat Williams. Lower V.f, Constance Webster. IV.a, Lorraine Evans, IV.b, Beverley opportunities." "Permission has been given for the erection Webster. IV.c, Joan Ray. IV.d, Marjorie Corof a new Science Block. Although the School ben. Lower IV.a, Elaine Gibbs. Lower IV.b, urgently needs a new Assembly Hall, a new Barbara Atkins. Lower IV.c, Beverley Reed. Junior School, and other units, these additions Lower IV.d, Lesley Barclay. IlLa, Rae Lechte. will have to be. delayed. The need for a new III.b, Muriel Walklate. Lower Ina, Lynette Assembly Hall can be seen from the fact that Hall. Lower III.b, Gillian Anderson. Junior the School has to meet in three sections, it be- School, Judith Wilkinson. Judith Leask.—"Ethel Landen" Prize for ing impossible for the enrolment of 1334 to English (equal), "Alice McCallum" Prize for congregate in one place except out of doors." "The School gratefully acknowledged the gift Scripture, Special Prize for History, Special of -£753 from the Old Collegians for a Bursary Prize for Languages, Alliance Francaise Speech to be awarded to a Serviceman's daughter, and Prize for French, Magazine Prize (Senior Prose a Scholarship of £30 from Blennerhasset's In- and Verse, equal), Old Collegians' Special Prize stitute of Accountancy, this being the third for Citizenship, English Speaking Prize (equal), award to our Business School from institutions Cup for Oratory (equal), First Prize in Shakespeare Society's Essay Competition (open to all teaching or examining Accountancy." "Among the amounts received for the Chapel schools). Ailsa Sefton.—"Ethel Landen" Prize for Fund were £100 from the Parents' Association concert, £112 from the School play, £102 from English (equal), Magazine Prize (Senior Verse, equal). the play given by the Teaching Staff." Glen Tomasetti.—Magazine Prize (Senior "The outstanding success of M.L.C. in Physical Education in 1946 was in Life Saving. Verse, equal), English Speaking Prize (equal), M.L.C. won the "Treadwell" Premiership Shield Cup for Oratory (equal). Betty Sinclair.—"Lucy Kilvington" Prize for and Pennant for the highest number of points won by any club or school in Victoria (1853 Science. Estelle Nicholls.—Prize for New School points), also the G. F. Garden Cup for the greatest number of resuscitation certificates, and Song. Marie Bull.—Musical Perception, Grade I, the Wilma Yarborough Lewis Cup for the Prize. ladies' club with the highest points." Betty Munro.—Dramatic Art and Art of "A new and important social service work was undertaken for the first time in 1946 by over 60 Speech Prizes. Jean Williams.—Piano, Grade I Prize. senior pupils for the Collingwood Methodist Mimi Yees.—Magazine Prize (Senior Prose Mission at two centres, Gipps Street and North and Verse, equal). Richmond. These girls attended the after-school Robin Wright.—Prize for Original Musical clubs for girls, helping the deaconess and sisters with games, hobbies, craft work, library and Composition. Beverley Rogers.—Dramatic Art Prize. other activities." June Chatfield.—Special Prize for MatheAmong the prizes at Speech Night were the following: Dux of School, Judith Leask. Dux matics. Betty Probstn—Magazine Prize (Senior Prose of Honour VI.b, June Chatfield. Pass VI.a, Betty Evans. Pass VI.b, Marilyn Riley. Pass and Verse, equal), Second Prize in Shakespeare VI.c, Beryl Challenger. Pass VI.d, Judith L. Society's Essay Competition (open to all Bell. Diploma A, Margaret Marfleet. Diploma schools). Betty Evans—Alliance Francaise, Grade II, B, Rhonda Goodland. Pre-Nursing, Janet Davis. Home Science, Joan Hodge. V.a, Beverley Pan- Poetry, Second Prize. nell. V.b (and Margaret Tiddeman ScholarShirley Broadway—Alliance Francaise, Grade ship), Joan Willis. V.c, Anita Nielson. V.d, III, Poetry, First Prize.

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Public Examination Results, 1946 Matriculation— Matriculated . . Honours (24 firsts, 58 seconds) University Exhibitions (Special) . University Exhibition (General) Senior Government Scholarships University Free Places

Scholarships and Exhibitions. 48 82 2 3 3

Leaving Certificate— 107 Passes Partial Passes (two or more subjects) 24 Intermediate CertificatePartial Passes (four or more subjects)

155 35

Special Exhibitions— Judith Leask, Marie Bull. General Exhibition—Judith Leask. Senior Government Scholarships— Judith Leask, Glen Tomasetti, Elaine Topperwien. University Free Places— Estelle Nicholls, Ailsa Sefton, Marjorie Wall. Minor Resident Scholarship— Judith Leask (Janet Clarke Hall). Queen's College Non-Resident Scholarships— Lois Forbes, Beverley Rogers.

Matriculation Examination Honours Animal Biology— First Class: Linnell Wood. Second Class: Ailsa Sefton. British History— Second Class: Norma Buckman, Joan Garden, Joyce Gill, Anne Montague, Betty Munro, Mary Spence, Glen Tomasetti, Diana Webster. Chemistry— Second Class: Judith Noske. Economics— Second Class: Judy Betheras, Anne Montague. English Expression— First Class: Judith Leask, Ailsa Sefton, Glen Tomasetti. Second Class: Norma Buckman, Marie Bull, Lesley Cornford, Ruth Freedman, Joyce Gill; Violet Maxwell, Betty Probst, Erma Rashleigh, Betty Sinclair, Mary Spence, Joan Steminger, Elaine Topperwien, Judith Tredinnick, Mimi Yees. English Literature— First Class: Norma Buckman, Margaret Hoskin, Judith Leask, Betty Probst, Ailsa Sefton. Second Class: Prudence Apperly, Judith Balding, Lesley Cornford, Lois Forbes, Joan Garden, June Lavender, Karen Leake, Estelle Nicholls, Alison Reed, Mary Spence, Prudence Stewart, Glen Tomasetti, Mimi Yees.

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The following passed in subjects additional to those passed for their complete Intermediate Certificates in previous years:—Dawn Drummond (Shorthand and Typewriting), Marjorie Morton (French), Norma Reed (C.P. & P., Shorthand and Typewriting),, Beth Wilson (C.P. & P., Shorthand and Typewriting).

—Faye Williams, Pass VI.d, Krome.

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Old Collegians' Examination Results The School heartily congratulates Old Collegians upon their University results in 1946, including the following: Ruth Beed (Arts) : Second Honours General History I and II. Dorothy Bennetts (Music): Passed Sight Reading IV, Elementary Acoustics, Chief and 2nd Practical Studies IV.b, Modern Languages IV, Modern Languages V, Graduated Mus.Bac. Faye Bowman (Physiotherapy). Sheila Cantor (Music): Honours in Form and Analysis I, History, Literature and Aesthetics of Music I, Harmony III, Sight Reading II, Ear Training, Chief and Second Practical Study II, Passed Counterpoint II. Winsome Comport (Commerce): Passed Money and Bank, Statistical Method, Accountancy, II.B. Jean Davey (Arts) : Passed Economics I, Political Inst. B, Psychology I. Margaret Down (Medicine) : Passed Anatomy, Physiology and Biochemistry. Valerie East (Arts) : Honours (and John Sanderson Exhibition), English Language and Literature I, Ancient History 1, British History B, Passed German I.A. Nancy Edmunds (Physical Education): Passed Preventive Work, Organisation and Administration of Phys. Ed., Prac. Exercises II, Anat. and Physiol. Basis of Phys. Ed. II, Teaching Prac. and Observ. II, Mod. Problems in Edn., Gen. and Spec. Methods of Teaching. Stephanie Elliott (Commerce) : Honours Industrial Organisation, Passed Accountancy I, Commercial Law I,. Economic History I. Carlotta Ellis (Arts): Second 'School of Political Science. Graduated B.A. Honours. Gwen Farrant (Science): Passed Botany I. Valerie Fawcett (Music) : Honours Orchestration II, Hist. Liter. and Aesths. of Music III, Harmony V, Counterpoint, Canon and Fugue. Loris Figgins (Medicine) : Passed Anatomy, incl. History, Physiology and Biochemistry. Mildred Fitzpatrick: Graduated B.Sc. Audrey Fleming (Music): Honours Form and Anal. I, Hist. Liter. and Aesths. of Music I, Harmony III, Sight Read. II, Ear Training, Chief and 2nd Prac. Study II, Passed Counterpoint II.

Margaret Gooding (Arts) : Honours British History B, Passed Eng. Language and Liter., French I.A, Ancient History I. Irene Hill (Science) : Passed Pure Maths. I, Engineering I. Betty Hodgetts (Science) : Passed Bacteriol. I, Chemistry II, Physiol. and Biochem. I. Lesley Hogg (Arts) : Honours Eng. Lang. and Liter. I, French I, Passed British History B. Elaine Hurd (Music): Honours Form and Anal. I, Hist. Liter. and Aesths. of Music I, Harmony III, Counterpoint II, Passed Sight Reading II, Ear Training, Chief and 2nd, Prac. Study II. June Jenkin (Science): Passed Pure Maths. I, Applied Maths. I, Physics I, Chemistry I. Netta Jones (Dip. Ed.) : Honours Hist. and Prin. of Ed., Organisation of Ed., Methods of Teaching, Prac. Teaching, Comparative Education, Passed Ed. Psychology. Joan Lee (Science): Honours Physics I, Chemistry 1.A, Passed Pure Maths. I, App. Maths. I. Mona Lim (Medicine): Passed Anatomy, Physiology, Biochem. Lesley Manfield (Phys. Education) : Passed Preventive Work, Organstn. and Adminisn. of Phys. Ed., Prac. Exercises II, Anat. and Physiol. Basis of Phys. Ed. II, Teaching Prac. and Observ., Mod. Problems in Edn., Gen. and Spec. Methods of Teaching, Body Mechanics. Leonore Marsh (Arts): Honours Latin II, Eng. Literature II, Passed British History B. Margaret Maxwell (Law) : Gwen Mills (School Music): Honours Form and Anal., Hist. Liter. and Aesths. of Music I, Harmony III, Counterpoint II, Ear Training, Passed Sight Reading II, Singing II, Orchestration Inst. II, Pianoforte I. Judith Nixon (Music): Passed Sight Reading IV, Elementary Acoustics, Methods of Teaching II. Elspeth Page (Science): Margaret O'Callaghan (Mus.Dip.) : Margaret Rentoul (Arts) : Graduated B.A. Honours. Shirley Robinson (Music): Yvonne Robinson (Physical Education): Lois Semmens (Arts) : Passed Polit. Inst. A, Polit. Philosophy.

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Music II, Counterpoint III, Chief and 2nct. Prac. Studies; Harmony IV, Passed Sight Reading III. Wendy Williams (Science): Graduated B.Sc. Exhibition in Biochemistry, Part II. Helen Wilson (Dentistry): Honours Physiology, Histology, Passed Anatomy incl. Dissection. Bronwyn Woollocott (Music): Passed General Mus. Knowledge, Counterpoint I, Sight • Reading I, Chief and 2nd Prac. Study I. Graduated (Commerce): Wong Betty B.Comm. Janet Wood (Music): Honours in Form and. Analysis II, Hist. Lit. and Aesths. of Music II, Harmony IV, Sight Reading III, Counterpoint III, Passed Chief and 2nd Practical Studies III. Joan Wright (Music): Honours Form and Analysis I, Hist. Lit. and Aesths. of Music I, Counterpoint II, Sight Reading II, Chief and 2nd Prac. Studies II, Harmony III, Ear Train• ing (Ormond Exhibition). The following Old Collegians have now begun University courses:—Judy Balding (Commerce), Dorothy Bell (Dentistry), Joan Body (Arts), Marie Bull (Music), June Chatfield (Science), Lesley Cornford (Arts), Lilliarr Drummond (Music), Lois Forbes (Arts), Ruth Freedman (Arts), Judith Leask (Arts), VioletMaxwell (Medicine), Constance Mellor (Music), Anne Montague (Commerce), Estelle Nicholls(Arts), Judy Noske (Medicine), Alison Reed (Arts), Beverley Rogers (Commerce), Enid Rowe (Analytical Chemistry), Valerie Rowe (Music), Ailsa Sefton (Arts), Joan Steminger (Arts), Joan Stewart (Music), Prudence Stewart (Commerce), Glen Tomasetti (Arts), Elaine Topperwien (Arts), Judith Tredinnick (Dentistry), Marjorie Wall (Science), Jean Williams (Music), Linnell Wood (Medicine), Robin Wright (Music).

Margery Walklate (Social Studies): Passed Brit. History C, Physiol. and Nutrition, Indust. Organisation. Betty Wicks (Science): Honours Bacteriology II, Passed Industrial Management, Nutrition, Agric. Biochem. Graduated B.Sc. Patricia Weymouth (Arts) : Passed English A, French I, German I„ Psychology. Ruth Williams (Music): Honours in Form and Analysis II, Hist. Lit, and Aesths. of

Old Collegians who have begun training to, become teachers include:—Joan Morgan (Associated Teachers' Training Institution. Mercer House, Malvern) ; Marjorie Hansford, Margaret Kaye, Elizabeth Metcalfe, Ailsa Murdoch (Kindergarten Training College, Kew); Betty Black, Annette Barnes, Rita Bower, Joan Kothe,. Pamela Parish, Jewel Thomas, Margaret Thomas, Barbara Young (Education Department).

Margaret Sicklemore (Medicine): Honours Physiology, Biochem., Passed Anatomy. Norma Simmons (Music): Honours Form and. Anal. I, Hist., Liter. and Aesths. of Music I, Ear Training, Chief and 2nd Prac. Study II, Harmony II, Modern Languages, Passed Sight Reading II. Phyllis Slater (Architecture): Barbara Smith (Arts): Passed French I.A, Economics I, Polit. Inst. A, Philosophy I. Neva Start (Music): Honours Form and Anal. I, Hist. Liter. and Aesths. of Music I, Harmony II, Ear Training, P. Chief and 2nd Prac. Study II„ Pass Modern Languages, Honours Counterpoint II. Marjorie Stewart (Arts): Shirley Stockdale (Arts): Passed Pure Maths. II. Kath. Stringer, B.Sc. (Arts): Passed Modern History. Wendy Taylor (Music): Honours Form and Anal. II, Sight Reading III, Chief and 2nd Practical Study II. Passed History, Literature and Aesths. of Music II, Harmony IV, Counterpoint III. Betty Terrell (Science): Passed Pure Maths. II, Physics II, Chemistry II. Joyce Thomas: Diploma of Social Studies. Ailsa Thomson (Arts): Honours English Lit. II, General History, Philosophy I. Lois Thorpe (Arts) : Passed Economic Hist. 1, Philosophy I. Joan Thwaites (Arts) : Passed Latin I. Joan Trezise (Arts): Honours (Science): Phyllis Trewhella Chemistry I.A, Passed Pure Maths. I, Physics T, Zoology I. Margaret Tully (Social Studies) : Passed Indust. Reltns., Social Organstn., Problems of Social Mental Hygience and Case Study. Audrey Walklate (Arts): Passed Philosophy

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School Activities Devotional Notes. Devotional, this term, has met as usual on Wednesday mornings in the Music Hall, under the guidance of Mr. Wood. Early in the year we noticed some of the additional hymns in the new School Hymnal, including "Jesus, if still the same Thou art," "All things are possible," and "0, Sacred Head once wounded." Later, we took some of the Easter hymns, and Mr. Wood read us extracts from the writings of Jeremy Taylor and Thomas Cranmer, Archbishop of Canterbury during the Reformation period. Towards the end of the term we heard an extract on the benefits of friendship and labour, from Dr. Fosdick's "The Meaning of Service," and another on a visit to Jerusalem from H. V. Morton's "In the Steps of the Master." "There is a splendid defiance about the situation of Jerusalem. . . And my second thought was that never had I seen- a more intolerant looking city. All the hardness of the rock and the smouldering fires within the rock, seemed to have boiled up out of the bowels of the earth, and cooled into the city of Jerusalem. . . This high city, perched above ravines, and lying among the debris of centuries, might, it seemed, be the abode not of men and women and children, but the dwelling-place of ruthless emotions such as Pride and Arrogance and Hate." We have all found these weekly meetings a great help and inspiration, leading to more thought in regard to our places, both in the school and outside it, and noticing the connection between the intolerance of Jerusalem and the position in the world to-day, we have felt the real need for deeper thought and greater unity in our own community.

Social Service Notes. Our sincere gratitude is due to Miss Dahle, Mrs. Kelly, Miss Trowbridge, Miss Slater, and Mrs. Hodges, who have undertaken to lead social service activities in the school this year. This term our activities have been modified owing to the work done in connection with the

April Fair, but it is now hoped that we shall be able to concentrate our efforts on supporting the appeals made by Europe, Asia, and Great Britain. Although social service money is still in the hands of Form representatives, it is expected that the total amount will reach £70, to be divided amongst various charities. This does not include individual Form efforts which, so far, have been practically nil. There is little doubt that a public school like ours can exert a tremendous influence in society, and it is in the field of social service work that I hope this will be done. Never in the history of the world have such inhuman and ungodly conditions existed; never before has such an opportunity been presented to Australia, and are we to fail? Let M.L.C. face the challenge, and, like our country's soldiers, fight the fight. "Give all thou canst; high heaven rejects the lore Of nicely calculated less or more." —M.C.J.

Library Notes. The Walton Library began the year very well by being the first "extra-activity" to function. We have an enthusiastic committee, and intend to try out several new ideas this year. We want you to feel that the library is your library, and now, at lunch-time on Mondays, Wednes• days and Thursdays, you may browse, consult pamphlets and reference books, exchange stamps, read school magazines, or just look at the hundreds of pictures filed in the information cabinet. Fiction borrowing will continue as usual on Tuesdays and Fridays, at 1.30, and reference borrowing every night after school. Puppetry is a fascinating craft, and Miss Cock is looking for six girls who would like to learn to make marionettes for use in the library. Literary-minded girls are asked to dramatise short scenes from books on their reading list, and these will be used as puppet-plays. A representative from F. W. Cheshire Pty. Ltd. was so interested in the exhibition of book reviews on Parents' Day that his firm has asked

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us to arrange a Book Review contest, for, which, they will donate a £1/1/- book token. Details will be announced during second term.

we are taught to think quickly and to keep our poise, no matter what is being said to us or about us.

During Term I interesting talks were given by Miss Carter, Della Hilton, Mr. S. Campbell, Betty Evans, Beverley and Maureen Johnson; their subjects being "Rudyard Kipling," "The Merchant of Venice," "Book Production," "Karel Capek," "The Robe," and "The Wizard of Wales—Lloyd George."

We thank Miss Powell for her interest and help, and because of the promising reports we have heard of our younger speakers, we are looking forward to some good debating this year. —B.J.M.

Mr. S. Campbell, from the Melbourne Technical College, gave a very informative talk on Book Production. This was of particular interest to girls who take Library Practice lessons. Because of the interest shown by the girls, we have asked Mr. Campbell to speak again during Term II on the production of a school magazine.

The sun was bright, the sky was blue, and a general air of excitement prevailed everywhere —it was Sports Day. Even the oval, which had suffered a severe trampling at the Fair, had contrived'to make itself look smooth and green. By 1.50 a very excited school had assembled, with coats to sit on, and colours flying. Then the sports mistresses came out, clad in smart tartan tunics, probably inspired by the Middle School "Arch and Scotch Ball-game." Then the gun went off, and the sports began. Flag relays and flat races followed. Soon, "Come on Ally," "Go it, Rob," "Good girl, Althea," "That's right, Fentie," and such remarks, echoed across the sports field.

Senior girls, who left last year, have presented books to the Library. "Bunty Brown— Probationer," was given by Marjorie James; Ruth Freedman presented "Art in the Middle Ages," and "New Zealand Flowers and Birds" was given by Gwenda Robins. A collection of valuable German comic papers was presented to the Library by Mr. Barrow, the father of one of our girls. These will be bound and placed in the Information Cabinet, and should be of great interest to students of German. —E.W.

Debating Society. Really, we can hardly call ourselves a society as we have not been very active so far. For most of the term the April Fair was the centre of our thoughts, then came exams. for Matric. girls, and before we realised where we were, the holidays were upon us. The first Inter-House debate was held in Fitchett Hall on Friday, 21st March, on the subject that "The Pen is Mightier than the Tongue." Cato, who took the negative, narrowly defeated Berry, the scores being Cato, 78, and Berry, 76. We thank Mr. Wood for again adjudicating in a very close debate. So far we have not had any Inter-School debates, but we hope to start these early next term. We will start by having a practice roundtable debate among ourselves. We are able to gain a great deal from debating; for instance,

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Then followed one of the highlights, the high jump. Four competitors and a small dog strode across the sports field. The dog was not actually taking part, but was one of the most interested spectators. By this time Krome was well ahead, and excited shrieks came forth from that quarter every time the girls looked at the blackboard. Soon came the Middle "Arch and Scotch Ball-game," which, I am sure, the sports mistresses greatly enjoyed. Then followed baseball throwing, and the long jump. The girls had the pleasure of seeing a 14 feet 5 inches jump on the field, and then a picture of the same reproduced in the "Sun" next day. Finally, there was the senior obstacle race, and Krome had won! Three cheers! (Please excuse personal bias.) The last items on the programme were InterSchool events, during which the girls combined "Hawthorn, Hawthorn, M.L.C.," with polite cheers for the other schools, and then The Race—House versus School. By this time, what had originally been shrieks, now developed into roars and croaks—and School won. Then

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RESULTS OF ATHLETIC SPORTS. Senior Inter -House Flag Relay. "B" Team 75 yards: Krome, 1; Berry, 2; Cato, 3. Middle Inter -House Flag Relay, "B" Team, 75 yards: Fitchett, 1; Cato, 2; Krome, 3. Flat Race (Open), 100 yards: Berry, 1; Fitchett, 2; Cato, 3. Flat Race (Under 16), 100 yards: R. Kaye, 1; A. James, 2; N. Lomax, 3, Flat Race (Under 15), 75 yards: Cato, 1; Berry, 2; Krome, 3. Flat Race (Under 14), 75 yards: V. Williams, 1; F. Huntsman, 2; P. Sedgley, 3. Middle Baseball Throwing: Berry, 1; Fitchett, 2; Cato, 3. Flat Race (Open), 75 yards: A. Newman, 1; N. Ferris, 2; C. Blake, 3. Flat Race (Under 17), 75 yards: A. Dawes, 1; D. Belton, 2; N. Lomax, 3. Flat Race (Under 16), 75 yards: R. Kaye, 1; A. Oldfield, 2; E. Blake, 3. High Jump (Open) : P. Day, 1; D. Webster, 2; D. Belton, 3. Height, 4 feet 4 inches. School record. Middle Obstacle Team Relay: Cato, 1; Berry, 2; Fitchett, 3. Senior Combination Ball Game: Krome, 1; Fitchett, 2; Berry, 3.

Middle Arch and Scotch Ball: Cato, 1; Berry, 2; Krome, 3. Senior Inter-House Flag Relay, "A" Team, 75 yards: Fitchett, 1; Krome, 2; Berry, 3. Middle Inter-House Flag Relay, "A" Team, 75 yards: Krome, 1; Cato, 2; Fitchett, 3. Senior Baseball Throwing: Krome, 1; Cato, 2; Fitchett, 3. Middle Wheel Shooting Relay: Cato, Fitchett, 2; Berry, 3. Inter-House Diamond Throwing: Berry, 1; Krome, 2; Fitchett, 3. Long Jump (Open): R. Kaye, 1; S. Michael, 2; L. Rigby, 3. Inter-House Hockey Dribbling: Fitchett, 1; Krome, 2; Berry, 3. Middle Zig-zag Ball: Fitchett, 1; Cato, 2; Berry, 3. Senior Ball Aiming Relay: Cato, 1; Krome, 2; Fitchett, 3. Senior Obstacle Team Relay: Fitchett, 1; Cato, 2; Berry, 3. Senior Inter-School Flag Relay, 75 yards: M.L.C., 1; Korowa, 2; Fintona, 3. Time, 77.8 secs. Record. Junior Inter-School Flag Relay, 75 yards: M.L.C., 1; Korowa, 2; C.E.G.G.S., 3. Inter-School Diamond Throwing: St. Catherine's, 1; Tintern, 2. M.C.E.G.G.S., 3. Senior Inter-School Representative Race, 75 yards: M.L.C.„ 1; Tintern, 2; M.C.E.G.G.S., 3. Junior Inter-School Representative Race, 75 yards: Tintern, 1; M.C.E.G.G.S., 2; M.L.C., 3. House v. School: School, 1; House, 2.

Music Notes. "It was people, people all the way, With melody mixed in their minds like mad. The music-hall seemed to heave and sway, The crowd were thrilled, such songs they had Some time ago on that certain day. -With apologies to R. Browning. On "that certain day," or really, those certain days of the April Fair, great numbers of visitors went to the music-hall to hear the recitals given there by leading Melbourne artists. There were seven half-hour recitals-three on Friday, and four on Saturday. The performers were Dorothy Bennetts, Elsa Haas, Mary Miller, Audrey McPherson, Nance

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Osborne and Morris Williams (vocalists); Alison Martyn and Constance Ziebell (violinists) ; Audrey Walklate (flautist), Elsie Fraser, Doris Hadden, Gordon McKeown, Meryl Ross and Margaret Sutherland (pianists) ; Isobel Carter (clarinetist) ; the Prockter String Quartette; Violet Jackson, Lennox Brewer, Keith Morris, from the Gilbert and Sullivan Opera Society of Victoria, and Wilma Burgin, Alison Hall, Betty Miller, Gladys Smith and Mollie Wingrove, accompanists. We offer our very best thanks to these artists, who so willingly and freely helped us. When the rain began to pour we wondered if many people would come. However, the prospect of hearing music in a covered place became more inviting and people flocked in from all directions. Not cne of them was sorry that he or she had come, because every recital was most enjoyable. The committee appointed to arrange the musicale was made up of Miss Hadden, Miss Bazeley, Miss Carleton, the honorary treasurer, Miss Winifred Mitchell, the honorary secretary, and Miss Flockart, who was unfortunately prevented from being at the recitals because of illness. As a result of the committee's efforts a net sum of £146/4/6 was forwarded to the treasurer. The V.S.M.A. decided to hold a Junior Schools' Music Festival this year instead of a Senior one. This was held on 6th May. There were many centres where the choirs of the near-by schools met to sing. Miss McKay and Miss Burgin both entered a choir. These girls sang at Manresa Hall, Burwood Road, and had a very interesting and happy morning. The concert to be held on 26th July, in the Melbourne Town Hall, in aid of the Chapel Fund, will be the greatest effort of M.L.C.'s Music School this year. The old girls' and present girls' choirs and orchestras are combining, and, for the mass singing, girls from the school will swell the number to 1100. We hope that when the audience hears us they will think, "What harmony is this? My good friends, hark! Marvellous, sweet music." —M.H.

Camera Club. So far we have done little more than begin our year's work. Early in the term all afterschool activities were cancelled because it was felt everyone was too busy with preparations for the April Fair. However, this never-to-beforgotten event has now gone by, and Mr. Chester and Mr. Porter, from Kodak, have recommenced their visits on alternate Tuesdays. For girls who are interested, it is never too late to join, and no qualifications are required. You don't even have to own a camera, because we know they are very hard to get, but we hope they will be more plentiful soon. Many girls find that the club is very helpful to them as amateur photographers. We have learned that photography is really an art, and for those who cannot paint or draw, it can be a very satisfying one, particularly when one learns how to compose a picture and not just bow to hold the camera and "fire it." Later in the year we are going to learn developing and printing, and although the year's work is planned out, Mr. Chester is always willing to answer questions and solve problems, and he knows all the answers! We thank Miss Carter for her interest, and also Mr. Chester and Mr. Porter, and we are looking forward to our work, which will really begin in earnest next term. —B.J.M. Shakespeare Day. This year, owing to the many activities in First Term (including our April Fair), Shakespeare Day had to be postponed until Thursday, 5th June. Nevertheless, Shakespeare's birthday was well commemorated. The Pass Forms presented some varied scenes from "As You Like It," and the difficult Play Scene from "Hamlet," acted by Honour VI. girls, created an excellent atmosphere. All mistresses and girls responsible are to be congratulated. Boarders' Notes. February 10th.—"Here we are again, happy as can be—!" Boarders, old and new, arriving at school all day; what an amount of talking and exchanging of news went on. However, everyone settled in, and 1947 began for us. February 11th.—School commenced. We were sorry, this year, to have lost Miss Dawe,

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Miss Tulloch, Miss Cock, and Sister Nall, but March 25th.—The Lower Middle School we were pleased to welcome into House three Sports. These must be mentioned because new Sports Mistresses—Miss Johnston, Miss House once again ran valiantly against School Ferguson, Miss Pooler (who try to make us —and nearly arrived there first. We shall keep good athletes) —and a new Sister to bandage on trying with our red flag flying! The team up our woes and worries, Sister West. this year—Shirley and Paddy Griffith, Dawn February 14th.—Induction of Prefects. No and Kay Mills, Joan Lade, Beverley Gardiner, Wing Captains were appointed this year as Helen Kraetzer, and Pat Crawshaw. Eight House is richly endowed with six school Pre's. hearty cheers to our eight, who did so well. and Pro's. The House officers are: Joan Garden March 29th.—The Second Great Evening— (Senior House Prefect), Margaret Hoskin, the New Girls' (who are really Old Girls now!) Betty Probst (Prefects), and Shirley Marquis, Concert. It was our turn to sit in the audience, Marion Fenton and Shirley Kraetzer (the latter and we were amazed at the hidden talent whom we welcome from Elsternwick) (Proba- revealed. A little trouble was experienced betioners). May they all help to hold happy har- fore the concert began, because the curtain monies in House. refused to co-operate, but it was ably fixed by February 15th.—All in the gym. for a gen- Mr. Wood, and the evening was a success. eral "Get-together Evening"—the new girls In the afternoon of the 29th we helped to valiantly trying to learn all the Old Girls' entertain the Elsternwick girls, who came across names, and vice versa. to see round the school—and to swim in the February 21st.—"Combined Societies" in pool. Open Period, and House found some noted April 2nd.—We packed up our troubles and orators in her midst. Margaret and Noleen gave our belongings in our cases, with a bang, for convincing talks on the Musical and Sporting we went off home for Easter! We were sad, too, activities of our school. for we farewelled Sister West, who has now February 24th.—Results of the Music left us for work in the Northern Territory. All Scholarships announced. Heartiest congratulaour best wishes were given for her future, and tions to Margaret Hoskin (sharer of the Senior may she come and visit us all again some day. Piano), Shirley Kraetzer (winner of the SingApril 9th.—Back again from the Easter ing and Musical Perception Scholarships), and Faith Leach (sharer of the Original Composi- break—a few sad faces, but—May holidays in four weeks! From now until the 12th innumertion). March 5th.—In between practices for the Old able goods and products arriving at M.L.C., all Girls' Concert, some of us had more practices addressed to Boarders. Cases of fruit, weirdlywith Mr. Wood for the evening at the Overseas shaped parcels, need I mention any more? We Missions Demonstration in the Town Hall. We resolved to have a stall at the April Fair— formed a choir (and a most charming fringe, "Country Produce"—and everyone worked wonso we were told), and joined with the Minis- derfully for it, parents, boarders, and the staff. terial Choir; their singing of the "Hallelujah Many thanks to all. April 11th and 12th.—"We are the Boarders. Chorus" under the baton of our Principal This be our stall." I need write no more— deeply impressed us all. March 8th.—The First Great Evening—the neither inform what stall, where, nor why. I Old Girls' Concert in the Music Hall. All that think everyone remembers those dates. "Boardwent on behind the scenes will never be known. ers' Special To-day—Poultry, Eggs and ButIt certainly was an enjoyable evening, and the ter." Saturday: "Boarders' Special To-day— new girls (who had really finished being new Hedgehog Cake" (Well, it was here on the stall girls by then) were presented with a varied pro- just a few minutes ago!!) gramme. We had Pixies, and a Lochinvar, fireApril 18th.—Miss Carter took some of the men, milkmen, and an exceptionally musical Matriculation English Expression girls to a lecorchestra. The evening ended amidst cheers and ture given in the Public Lecture Theatre at the the Boarders' Song, and more cheers, and then University, on "Thinking—Good, Bad or Ina general clean-up. different."

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Sister Nall sailed to-day for England. May she ever remember M.L.C. and her time in House with us—for we will think of her. Bon voyage, and all the very best, Sister.

think we gave School a fright this year. . . and there's always next year, Boarders! We welcomed our new Sister—Sister Small—into House, and practices for Birthday Night began.

April 19th.—Morning. Practice in Auburn Church for our annual Service.

May 3rd.—Wesley Boarders invited a party of M.L.C. Boarders over to the College for an evening. Space is quite inadequate, time limited, and my powers of expression far too restricted to describe how much we all enjoyed ourselves. We had a wonderful evening. Thanks, Wesley!

the

Afternoon. Miss Pearson and Miss HowardSmith nobly undertook the task of escorting a number of senior Boarders to—the Boat Races. With colours flying and spirits soaring we boarded a tram with more or less little difficulty, and had a wonderful day. It is Wesley. . . No, Melbourne Grammar. . . is must be Wesley. . . no College. . . Grammar . . . College. Hurrah! Wesley! Thanks, Miss Pearson and Miss Howard-Smith from those weary, yet contented boarders for Saturday. Evening. First Celebrity Concert; there are over thirty Boarders attending this year, and we are looking forward to an enjoyable season. April 20th.—Annual Church. Service. My, what a week-end—we certainly had a full few days; Boarders well represented in the choir. April 28th.—A week of work: Matriculation Boarders and Day-girls alike becam.e solemn and silent, and studious in face of examinations. "Your sins will find you out!" May 2nd.—Let it never be said that Boarders will ever give up trying! We rallied under our red standard once again for the Flag Relay of the afternoon, and cheered and cheered. Congratulations to those who cheered, and especially to the team who ran for House. I really

Before the Annual Church Service at Auburn, 20th April, 1947. —Heather Stevens, Form Diploma B.

May 5th.—A week of wondering—about exam. results, all the things we have left undone this term, and about trains and transport home. May 9th.—"End of Term." (Quoted from Homework Notebook.) Some of our number had to leave on the 8th because of trains, and many more had to leave very early this morning. Happy holidays to all. We have had a full and happy term, everyone meeting and overcoming the various difficulties that must inevitably come our way. We haven't suffered too much through meat shortages, and gas restrictions and train strikes, and if there are more troubles to come may we bear them cheerfully and well. Our thanks to Miss Ball and all the members of the resident staff, our Sisters, and Mrs. Wood, and Mr. Wood, too, for the interest he always takes in us; may second and third terms be even happier and more successful, and prove even more helpful than this first. —J.A.G.

An Arab's Idea of a Gate, Rafa, Palestine, July, 1942. —Margaret Annett, Pass VI.b, Cato.

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April Fair At the beginning of 1946 we heard vaguely about a fair, or fete, or bazaar, or market afternoon—to be held some time in 1947. We listened with a fair amount of interest—but it did sound a long way off. (Now I wish we'd been told in 1944, and started working then!) However, as 1946 progressed, we heard more about our Fair, and our "fair" amount of interest grew to a great and enthusiastic interest as various schemes were outlined to us. Everyone began working diligently, and we thought more about the fete until the Christmas holidays claimed our attention. 1947. Back at school, a name had been decided upon—"The April Fair"—Judy Leask's suggestion, and the date—or dates, I should say-11th and 12th April, afternoon and evening. And work for our April Fair really commenced in earnest, and progressed amazingly. April Fair representatives were chosen in each Form—and the work was on. The Parents' Association and the Old Collegians' Club joined with the school, and toiled unceasingly in their efforts for their stalls. We had a great number of different stalls, mentioning those undertaken by the school— the Honour Forms were in charge of the White Elephant and secondhand books; the Passes, the delicatessen and grocery; the Intermediates bravely undertook the fancy goods; while the Subs. were in charge of toys; the Fours, the dips; the Lower Fours, a jumble stall; and we had a Junior School "All Sorts Stall," and special stalls conducted by the boarders and Elsternwick. A special word of thanks should go to the Elsternwick branch for their wonderful offer to help us in our Fair, and their splendid effort. We had weekly drives when the whole school was asked to support one special stall, and in this way we gained many, many extra goods of every description, and everyone felt she was helping in some way.

Miss Dahle, Miss Ball and all members of staff must be thanked again through "Silver and Green" for all they did, and Miss Tyler especially, who had- all the organising concerned with the school to do. Exactly all she did could never be known or told. We all worked for the various stalls and sold the "April Fair" buttons! We were glad of the few days' break at Easter—and returned with rejuvenated spirits and enthusiasm, and ideas, and many more goods. It was difficult to settle down to school work for the few days immediately preceding the Fair. There was a great deal to be done, for example, the pricing of goods and arranging of various lists and duties. On Friday there was no school—and strangely enough, quite a. sigh—could it have been of relief?—arose from Fitchett Hall on Tuesday morning when it was announced that there would be no home work for two or three nights. We were well advertised for our Fair—by notices travelling round on the Glenferrie Road trams, by messages over many wireless stations, and articles in the various newspapers. On Friday, 11 th April, stalls, all situated upon the oval, were decorated by willing helpers all the morning. A mysterious, striped tent had been erected in the centre of the oval—ah! Phoney Fortunes! A merry-goround and horse-a-plane, surrounded by wideeyed, enthralled juniors (plus seniors, too), were at the far end of the oval, near the pony rides area—which had attracted a crowd, too. Two weighing machines were in operation and did good business among figure-conscious maidens, and the Dips, manned by stalwart pirates or dainty maidens, and the stalls looked exceedingly attractive and bright. The oval was transformed with all the fun of the fair. We even had a post office, where Tele-fairgrams could be dispatched, in a tent to which was attached a microphone. How wonderfully competent and convincing our announcers sounded. (I even heard of one fair announcer being offered a position in the A B C. No!— ah, but true!)

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And so—Friday afternoon, 2 o'clock, arrived. Afternoon tea, tea, and supper were served by the indefatigable members of the Parents' Association in the dining hall, and many of the girls now feel they would make competent waitresses after such good experience gained there. Although the rain did hamper things considerably, we moved our stalls indoors into the Form rooms, and put out our "Business as usual" signs. We had an impressive science exhibition each night, a coloured film of the Davis Cup in

—Janice Falk, L.V.d.

Past and present girls, parents and staff, all worked incredibly hard, and the School offers heartfelt thanks for duties done well and willingly, and a splendid result. The grand total, £2321/1/11. We shall have our chapel, Mr. Wood, and the April Fair will live long in our memories as a splendid cooperative effort. —J.A.G. PROGRAMME FRIDAY, 11th APRIL, 1947. 4 p.m. to 4.30 p.m. Violin and Piano, Alison Martyn and Doris Hadden; Vocal, Mary Miller (Soprano), Accompanist, Betty Miller. 8 p.m.. to 8.30 p.m. Clarinet and Piano, Isobel Carter (recently returned from abroad), Margaret Sutherland Haas Elsa Vocal, (pianist-composer); (Soprano).

Opening the April Fair, Friday, 11th April. —Phyllis Cliff, P.VI.d, Krome.

Fitchett Hall, and music recitals arranged by the Music staff, featuring Melbourne's leading artists. (We even had a band!!) On Saturday, stalls were redecorated, , and preparations made for a really extra afternoon and evening. We had a good attendance—over 4000 people were estimated to be here—but the rain came down again, and we had to move inside again. But we certainly had two great days and two great nights.

9 p.m. to 9.30 p.m. Violin, Constance Ziebell, Accompanist, Gladys Smith; Vocal, Nance Osborne (Soprano), Accompanist, Wilma Burgin; Flute, Audrey Walklate. SATURDAY, 12th APRIL, 1947. 3 p.m. to 3.30 p.m. Prockter String Quartette, Marjorie Prockter (1st violin), Poppe Olsen (2nd violin), Madeline Dietrich (viola), Gwen Prockter (cello). 4.30 p.m. to 5 p.m. Piano, Meryl Ross; Vocal, Dorothy Bennetts (Soprano) ; Vocal, Morris Williams (Baritone).

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8 p.m. to 8.30 p.m. Two Pianos, Elsie Fraser and Gordon McKeown; McPherson Vocal, Audrey (Soprano) , Accompanist, Alison Hall. 9 p.m. to 9.30 p.m. Excerpts from Gilbert and Sullivan Operas— By members of the Gilbert and Sullivan Opera Society of Victoria, Violet Jackson, Lennox Brewer, Keith Morris. Accompanist, Mollie Wingrove. Ruth Flockart, Director; Winifred L. Mitchell, Hon. Sec. and Convener. Financial Statement of "April Fair," held at

Elsternwick Preparing Stall for April Fair, Friday Morning. —Elizabeth Wood, Hon.VI.b, 16 yrs., Fitchett.

Our Fair. Where are you going? To the April Fair Good, my friend, I'll see you there. There are cakes, All makes, By different cooks. Lots of books, Many toys For girls and boys. And bags of sweets, And other "eats," For supper and tea, For you and me. A work stall— Articles small, And others big. Then you can dig In the dips; Or go for trips On the chair-a-plane. And then, again, A pony ride. Or else, inside, Your hand can be read. Or then, instead There are artists who play Every day, And those who sing. In fact everything. Oh, and science questions, And lots of suggestions. Good, I'm glad you're coming to our fair, We'll be very pleased to see you there. P.S.—We were sorry about the rain, But if you'd like to come again, What's left will be on display, To be sold on Parents' Day. —Della Hilton, Hon. VI.c, Krome. •

M.L.C. on 11th and 12th April, 1947. Proceeds from Stalls, etc.— Organised by— School £1,190 4 M.L.C., Elsternwick 116 14 Parents' Association 729 18 Old Collegians . 236 2 Sale of Buttons, Programmes, 231 6 £2,504

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£110 12 46 7

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£183

Less Expenses— Insurance Organiser, and Advertising .. Lighting Amplifiers, Cartage and Hiring Expenses .. Telephone, Stationery and Sundries . .

Nett Proceeds transferred Chapel Fund ..

to . . £2,321 1 11

Audited and found correct, H. W. McCUTCHEON, Chartered Accountant (Aust.). 27th May, 1947. E. R. CLARK, Hon. Treasurer.

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34 The April Fair.

With due Apologies to "Bluebell." The smooth emerald of the great oval, which measures approximately 99 yards in length and 721 yards in width, was dotted with gaily decorated stalls of considerable proportions on which could be viewed an excellent display of goods of all descriptions, some of them being of astonishing value. The young ladies of the college hurried hither and thither, fulfilling graciously and efficiently their manifold duties. Never before has a school of this kind undertaken the organisation of such an ambitious function. The Principal and members of staff were in evidence, coolly and carefully directing the proceedings. The Old Collegians regaled the assembled crowd with delicious cakes of many varieties, while others smilingly served ice cream and drinks. On the tennis courts, many young ladies were competing in a tournament. Their quick stroking and superlative court craft were a credit to the school. On the second day of the Fair, young ladies with gentlemen partners engaged • in further play. One stall, that of the joyous fraternity of the boarders, must receive especial mention, decorated as it was with many yards of material of brilliant red and blue, and stocked as it was with the choice poultry and other goods, whose quality could not be rivalled anywhere in our fair State. (Did we hear a murmur of "Butter, too!") The whole was surmounted by the great red flag, the proud banner of the House. In the Girls' Block, one was able to witness, on the payment of the remarkably small sum of one shilling, an exhibition of the marvels of applied physex. For many days preceding, the young ladies who revel in the sciences, had been working with exemplary energy, while the rest of the school waited, in breathless anxiety, for the whole edifice to depart, with immense rapidity and noise, for the stratosphere. Parents and friends exclaimed in astonishment at the ingenuity and erudition of the demonstrators. The Music Hall, panelled as it is in fine woods of beautiful colour and quality, and measuring 32 feet 3 inches long by 29 feet wide, with a platform of 14 feet in depth, was a fit-

ting place in which to witness the outstanding concerts at which leading artists performed to tightly-wedged audiences. Although torrential rain had a rather dampening effect on both evenings, the oval in some places being flooded to a depth of one and threequarter inches, we could still admire, from the upper Form rooms, the strings of gleaming lights, like brilliant jewels, which stretched across the dark void. The morning papers, in reporting the April Fair, said. . . . Well, you read what they said. —J.B., Hon. VI.a.

The Aftermath of "Physex." Before me there rose from the ground a palatial two-storeyed building, with gleaming lights issuing from the many windows, and illuminating the surrounding countryside. Should I go in? Was I worthy to step into the sacred precincts? With faltering steps I moved forward, and halted before the door, there to gaze in wonder upon the scene before me. Lights, brilliant lights, long tables; enchanting glassware and liquids; and, moving among the whole were white-coated figures. Under their expert fingers amazing changes took place; for the fluids, when poured from one glistening flask to another, changed colour; writing visible to my eye, after being touched became invisible; large, shining, fairy-coloured bubbles were blown, which, after a spark was applied, formed magic circles of fire which glowed and then disappeared into the atmosphere. Oh! The wonder of it! Strange flames; foam that seemed as if it had come from a far Eastern shore; glistening rocks, and pure, icy snow—all were before me in one marvellous picture, thrilling me through and through. Then I felt some strange force pulling me away from the enchanting scene. Away—away —. The lights faded, the building vanished as a puff of smoke, into the air, and I was alone, yes, alone in my bed! I had been on a visit to Hyperbole Land! —Iduna Sutton, 17 years, H.VI.b., Krome.

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Diploma A, Fitchett.

Phoney Fortunes. (With apologies to everyone.) Great hands, small hands, lean hands, brawny hands, Brown hands, black hands, grey hands, tawny hands, Hands . . . Hands . . . HANDS. It all started weeks ago, when Zuleika came into our classroom, smiling her charming smile, oozing geniality and friendliness, and asked whether we would like to tell fortunes at the April Fair. Of course, she handed out compliments about being alert, intelligent, and imaginative, which made about twelve little victims swallow the bait and say, "Yes, thanks, Zuleika, we'd love to! Oh! won't it be fun, telling fortunes at the Fair in gipsy clothes and everything, and being all spiritualistic. I just can't wait!" "Alack and alack, for that was long ago, We now are sunk in fortune-teller's woe!"

Then came hand-reading classes in which we scribbled notes on hands, lines and pads. We were most enthusiastic, and looked at everyone else's hands„ muttering secretly to one another about destiny and lost friends. At the end of the period of training we were all a little weary of the whole business, and had nearly decided never to be manicurists or to sell gloves, and only the approaching Fair kept us interested. The last days were spent in glorious anticipation as we gathered clothes, make-up and crystals, and received last instructions from our learned tutor, including this gem, capable of bucking-up a clothes-horse—"You really don't know much about it, but you'll probably be all right!" On the fatal Friday we all arrived early and pinned weird notices, signs and wondrous works of art on our striped tent. Inside, we placed our crystal on a stool which was artistically draped with our family black-out curtain.

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We dressed in the Pres. Comm., where many amazing things happened—the most amazing being the sight of fair damsels making themselves look horrible with various lipsticks, my eye-brow pencil, and cold cream, someone's powder, and Zuleika's rouge. Then, arrayed in gorgeous clothes, make-up, and ornaments, we ventured forth and walked quickly and timidly across the oval. The laughter and general comment wounded us to the quick, but once safely inside the tent we heaved sighs of relief and prepared for the rush.

asked them since!) and our faces were very sore from make-up and make-up taking off. It is all over now, but in many minds Phoney (phoney is the word) Fortunes live on— "And this is why I sojourn here Alone and palely loitering, Though the sedge is wither'd from the Lake And no birds sing."

That afternoon was quite amusing, except for the make-up-getting-off, but then the rains came, and we made hay in room 14, draping it with its table mat and the long-suffering blackout curtain, and prepared for work by torchlight.

(With Apologies to R. Kipling)

Unfortunately no one knew where the spirits were sheltering from the downpour, so the spirit leader and I spent the evening slopping and sloshing in the wet with the crystal, saying in gooey voices, "Phoney Fortunes, Room 14." By Friday night, the Comm. looked as if a gipsy band had hit it, which was exactly what had happened. Coats, kerchiefs, bracelets, pyjamas, lipsticks, and skirts were everywhere, but we left it "alone in its glory" and went home to bed. On Saturday we went back to our tent,, which smelt of wet tent drying off and squashed, wet grass. "I think that I shall never see As many hands as on that Saturdee!" Hands, hands, hands, and yet more hands, until we'd just had it—then the nightly dash to Room 14 with the crystal. When we closed down, the seers were nearly spirits themselves, but recovered sufficiently to undress, un-make-up again, and eat melting ice cream. We took happy and relieved farewells of one another and went home "to sleep, perchance to dream; aye, there's the rub," because I dreamt of hands, spirits, hands, crystals and hands, and I am certain the others did (they did, I've

—Madame La Zomba.

"Inspired by the April Fair." If you can keep your head when all about you Are rushing round to meetings, losing theirs, If you can walk sedately down the cloisters Instead of running wildly down the stairs; If 1st bell finds you ready in the classroom, Altho' you've been arranging dates and lists, If you can always be on time for lessons, Remembering your lesson still exists! . . . If you can sell your weekly share of buttons, When no one's left to buy them any more, If you can keep on asking and imploring, And then collect another extra score; If you can manage lists and gifts and duties, And shifts and names and numbers all at once, And organise the Forms into an order, Trying not to heed the various grunts; If you remind the Form at every roll-call That the April Fair is really their affair, And speak to them with ne'er a trace of faltering, And repeat they all must try and do their share; If you are able to collect each Monday A full donation for that weekly drive— Then find the articles are not forthcoming, Yet keep on, still continuing to strive; If you can go to bed and feel exhausted, Yet know you've early study to be done, And wake up bright and cheerful, quite prepared To work again till setting of the sun; If you can still enjoy the Fair with fullness, And feel for all your work you are the wiser, I'll tell you, dear—you shouldn't be at school, You'd make a very perfect organiser! —J.A.G., Honour VI.a,

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—Hazel Smith, Hon. VI.b, Fitchett. THE APRIL FAIR

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Articles CRITIQUE--ST. MATTHEW PASSION. Melbourne Town Hall, Good Friday Night. The St. Matthew Passion is, perhaps, the greatest music that has been written concerning the sufferings of Christ, preceding His tragic, yet glorious, death. Bach's sense of colour and orchestration, as well as dramatic intensity, is seen in the magnificent double choruses that are heard throughout the oratorio. The chorales were indeed impressive, especially "0 Sacred Head surrounded," and "Be near me, Lord, when dying." They were the perfect interlude between the various aspects of the great tragedy, being unfolded before the eyes. Stanley Clarkson's interpretations of Christ's sayings and teachings deserve special note. The diminuendo leading to his declaration was impressive, but the feeling and depth which he portrayed was almost unique. "My father, if it be possible, let this cup pass from me," is an excellent example of this. The aria, by Thea Philips, "Break in grief, thou loving heart," was sung with a powerful At times the sense of tragedy pervading it. choir was inclined to be muffled, and words, in a couple of the double choruses, were indistinct. Professor Heinze's conducting, however, of both choir and orchestra, reached a very high standard. The recitatives sung by William Herbert were remarkably clear; and full of meaning, with the right amount of impartiality for the part of the Evangelist. The parts of Judas and Peter, by Morris Williams. were sung with a vehemence necessary for the portrayal of the two men. Joan Jones also gave a satisfactory rendering of the contralto arias, but the "Ah, Golgotha," was exceptionally good. . The double chorus, "In tears of grief, dear Lord, we leave Thee," was sung in fitting manner for the conclusion of Bach's glorious St Matthew Passion. —Jill Hickling. Hon. VI.c. REVIEW—"WIND IN THE WILLOWS." "The Wind in the Willows," by Kenneth Grahame, was written not for publication as one might suppose, but for the enjoyment of

Grahame's young son, Alistair. The story of the volatile, boastful Toad was first told orally to Alistair at bedtime, but when he went away for a holiday the instalments were written in numerous letters by his father. The story is set in Pangbourne (Berkshire), just near the River Thames, where Kenneth Grahame lived for over thirty years. The Mole, one of the chief characters of the story, is a most lovable little animal. He is meek and shy, with excellent manners, and has a most agreeable nature. Unfortunately he is dazzled by the remarkable Toad, and is torn between his infatuation for Toad and his friendship for the Water Rat. Mole also has the ability to remain calm and sensible in times of strife, and altogether proves an excellent foil for the effervescent Toad. Toad, who can almost be said to be the villain of the story, if such a charming story-book could have a villain, is a member of the "landed gentry," a fact he discloses to every person he meets. His tremendous enthusiasm leads him into a great deal of trouble, and shows him to be, at times, rather fickle and childish. Although Toad's bad points are rather annoying, one cannot help having a sneaking liking for him, because of his idiotic generosity, and his deep and often rather theatrical humility when shown to be in the wrong. The chief incident of the story is the chapter in which Toad, after escaping from his bedroom from under the nose of the watchful Rat, steals a motor car, and drives it at a furious pace until he crashes and is imprisoned for speeding. Kenneth Grahame has a most pleasing style, which is like that of no other author. He combines a subtle, mature humour with a wonderful, almost childlike gift of characterisation, which is charmingly diverting. Grahame's choice of vocabulary is a wise one, as it is easily understood by almost any reader; and his choice of the third person has the effect of etching the story in the reader's mind and keeping the author in the background.

—C. Stuart Tompkins. PREFECTS, 1947. Margaret Hoskin, Shirley Gilliam, Margaret Kendrick, Audrey Pearce, Rosemary Macleod, Betty Sinclair, Betty Munro. Jill Faragher, Maureen Johnson, Diana Webster, Judy Betheras (Senior Prefcct), Joan Garden, Betty Probst, Gwen Hotton. Mary Boulter, Peggy Barlow, Mimi Yees.

—C. Stuart Tompkins. PROBATIONERS, 1947 Roma Saunders, Robin Carne, Barbara Clarke, Beryl Challenger, Janet Barber, Betty Evans, Joyce Gillard. Ruth Steele, Judith Hackwell, Della Hilton, Beverley Nicholls, Iduna Sutton, Merle Purser. Norma Buckman, Marion Fenton, Kathleen Thompson. Elizabeth Wood, Shirley Kraetzer, Shirley Marquis, Eunice Nicholls, Wendy Straw, Mwyn Sheil. (Absent: Margaret Holdsworth.)

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Kenneth Grahame, in writing "The Wind in the Willows," succeeded in producing a book which cannot fail to appeal to any reader, young or old. —Betty Macbirnie, Pass VI.d.

SCHOOLGIRLS IN STORIES AND IN REAL LIFE. The authors of books, I sometimes think, must never have been to school themselves, because, if they had, they would not write such totally impossible things. All the girls, according to these authors, have curly hair and are tall and slim, and as I look round me, I see very few girls fitting this description of a perfect schoolgirl. I think, also, that things such as quarrels -that take place in these books would make our school life very hard indeed. Lately, these modern authors have obtained the idea that girls jumping off trains and rescuing children almost under the wheels of the train, provide good entertainment. Our school life is much more real than that, There is no ridiculous idea that if a girl is in disgrace she should be sent (as the authors' say) to Coventry. On the contrary, our girls do their utmost to comfort her. I hardly think any of us would dare to do such things, as are done in these novels, to our mistresses, as I doubt whether any of them would tolerate it. Right through any present-day schools there is a feeling of entire good will and security. —Beverley Malcolm, IV.c.

THE AMATEUR DEVELOPER. If you belong to our school's Camera Club you will, probably, occasionally get "spasms" of developing your own photography. By this, I mean improving as well as printing your photographs. You start on a sunny Saturday afternoon with a few precious films and a lot of brilliant ideas. The site is reached, and you find your dreams shattered in an instant. The tree in the middle of the picture you had dreamed and planned of, has been cut down. You tramp on further, and after many preliminary exercises (e.g., adjusting your glasses and wishing on your favourite star), you take your photographs. Returning home you get out your developing materials and after many mathematical problems as to the proportions of the materials, you arrive at your decision, and

risk six weeks' pocket money in mining the powders! Transferring the various dishes to some "dark, dreary hole," the red light is adjusted, and after informing the world that you are retiring into solitary confinement for two hours, you shut yourself in and begin. After several minutes fumbling around in the dark, you unroll the exposed film and slip it into the developing dish. The slimy, curling roll is extremely difficult to grasp, and several times you doubt where the film is. "To be or not to be: that is the question." The red light does not disclose very much, and what it does disclose does not appear very encouraging, but we keep on with a "hopeful heart and a sinking feeling." At last the dripping wet strip of black paper which represents hours of worry, emerges from the dark hole, followed by two scanning eyes trying to focus what is represented on that paper. The first appears to be someone with half a dozen heads, the second a boat at a very precarious angle, the third a total blank. So far the result is not very encouraging. Ah! an actually real looking lakeside—and—a scene of M.L.C. sports! Well, two at least have come out. The next three will depend on the printing, as they are rather vague. The black strip is pinned to a convenient eree, where it flaps in The beginnings of a the breeze until dry. making. Perhaps, one the photographer are .in day in the future I may get one film with eight snaps all represented! Well—here's hoping! —Joan Ekberg, Hon. VI.c.

OUR AMBASSADOR--DR. KOO. Many of you, I suppose, must have heard of this great man, Dr. Wellington Koo, whose name ranks with those of Chiang Kai-shek, Wang Ching Wei, T. V. Soong, and others; men who have endeavoured to make their dreams of a better and greater China come true. It was they who fanned up the smouldering ashes of China's greatness, wisdom and culture. The new spirit of China was exemplified by these men. The outside world often thinks that China is a tired yellow dragon sleeping in the sun. They do not know that a great new China has been slowly emerging from former days of high, exclusive culture, corrupt, fantastic emperors,

SILVER AND GREEN savage war lords, roaming brigands, and an illinformed mass of four hundred and eighty-two million people. Perhaps no one exemplifies this change more than Dr. W. Koo. He is sixty years of age, though quite ageless in appearance, and still holds the position of Chinese Ambassador in London. He was educated in America, and speaks perfect English, only sometimes with a distinct American accent. For seven years he was a student at Columbia University, whence he earned the degree of Doctor of Philosophy, which was easy for the brilliant young Chinese scholar, the son of a nation that produced Confucius. On his return to China, he became English secretary to President Yuan Shi-kai, also holding an additional post as Secretary to the Cabinet. By the age of twenty-eight, he had joined the Foreign Office, executed a diplomatic appointment in Mexico, and had been made Minister to Washington. Present at the Peace Conference at Versailles, he saw, learned, and thought a great deal. He saw the astuteness of the diplomacy of the West, and as a result he became European minded, realising that the future of his country would soon be influenced by Western diplomacy. On leaving his post in Washington, he arrived in. Britain as Ambassador and Repre, sentative of China to the League of Nations. For years he moved in tortuous paths of international diplomacy, interrupted by occasional spells of duty as China's Prime Minister. He has never lost faith in the destiny of his own race, and can foresee a very bright future for China, though now it pains him to witness such disunity and bloodshed. Thus we need urgently more men of his calibre to guide the awakening golden dragon through meshes of insecurity, ignorance and oppression out on to the clear road to freedom, truth and greatness. —Winifred Teo, Hon. VI.b, A LETTER FROM TIMOR. Yesterday I took a long trip along the coast in a launch. Some tried to catch fish,, but had no luck, so for an hour or two we were on an isolated island, seeing what it contained. There were thousands and thousands of shells—and

a few natives, too. The "head man" entertained us with a drink of coconut milk when we arrived, which was very nice, but when we were coming away he brought more coconuts, which meant another drink. Then he broke the coconuts right open so that the kernel itself could be scooped out and eaten. As a special "delight" he sliced it into some of their native sugar, which' is just like those hard lumps you get in brown sugar. However, native sugar is much sweeter, and is set into cakes or blocks, like a piece of toffee. Then the head man wanted me to have some eggs, and would not take "no"—sci the next thing was the arrival of ten lovely hard-boiled eggs. Well, what a quandary I was in! If I did not eat them the natives would think something was wrong. When I saw them cooking the eggs I was able to get a message to the rest of the party, and by going very slowly I' had only just finished the second when I heard 'the boys arriving, so my troubles were over. —Elaine Francis, Pass VI.a, age 15. THE BIG FREEZE. An Extract from a Letter from England. "You ask about the 'big freeze,' but I don't know that I can tell you very much but by hearsay, for, you see, it was so extremely slippery after it had thawed in the day; then frozen at night that I was truly much happier indoors. Plenty of young folk had a really good time with their toboggans, for just a few minutes' walk away there was quite a steep little hill in a field, and it was very popular, specially at week-ends, 'when Daddy was there to pull the toboggan up the slope again. One ingenious mother put her'fat little baby, who looked like a little Eskimo child, on the sled, and dragged it along in the snow, stick in hand to keep herself from slipping. "The cars simply had to crawl along the roads; partly-because they did not know where the road was,, and partly because applying the brakes suddenly could cause a terrific skid, as my niece found when She was driving along a snow-bound road and came to a large lorry right across the road. She braked, and skidded, the car being right out of control, and headed for two trees at the side of the road. She just managed to avoid them, and finished up facing

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the way she had come. She said the surface of the road was just like a skating rink, and although she was unhurt, the car was badly damaged. —Margaret McCutcheon, 15 yrs., Pass VI.c. GIPPSLAND. From the road, the long ranges spread below us and the white clouds lay sleeping in the valleys. Grey, dead gums growing thickly along the mountain ridges were reminiscent of sleeping primeval monsters or, less romantically, of paling fences. After breakfast we drove away and down the rough, twisting road, through bush where the trees were washed to a sudden green, and through old mining towns where the people stared at us, and the houses are built close beside the water. The streams run a grey-white colour, discoloured with the clay from the mines below the street. We had dinner at a little hotel growing out of the rock face. The dining-room was dim, and suggested dampness and decay. We were given cold boiled pork, potatoes and a slice of beetroot. The pork was

at least a quarter of an inch thick, but we were hungry and enjoyed it thoroughly. Then our way led along winding roads which never reached a destination. They curved around the gullies. "Hair-pin bends" were cited as a tourist attraction in a leaflet printed in one of the towns. But there is a grandeur about mountain country that is not found in the wide peace of the plains, or in the docile river flats. And the long valleys slide between the ranges to the world's edge. Soon we were travelling with the water. The smooth reaches of the river, with rocky banks and swift rapids, with leaning trees above, and great, dead logs slumbering in the cold water, with dozens of different little birds flitting in the bushes, and the sudden colour of a parakeet stabbing the silence—these blended together in absolute serenity. The poplars were changing colour—in the high mountains they stand like stiff flames against the sober green—and we stayed one day where two rivers flow swiftly and smoothly away into the trees. We washed for gold, and found in the sand a few specks for a memory. —J.B., Hon. VI.a.

—Cecily Cook, Lower V.f, Cato.

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—June Mullette, Pass VI.d, Berry.

Original Contributions Senior Section Still Life. The light drifts down through the dreaming afternoon, Slipping through the windows, and falling On hands, on hair, on young faces, Making them very soft and still. The light has a slow, still quality— It is heavy with dreams and half -thoughts. Even the young oak tree, Vital against the quiet grey wall, Is waiting. While the past, and all the future, Glide down the long cloister. —J.B., Hon. VI.a.

Jetty on the River. Fantastic black shadows sprawl over the stage Where the spluttering lamp glows on rough, splintered slats And steps, smoothly-carved by the passage of men Lumbering baskets of fish, shimmery-scaled, chilly-wet, Or barefooted children caressed by the sun, Swinging jam jars and rods made of saplings and string. A rotting plank gapes through a jagg'd, yawning hole, Framing glimpses of silkweed, brown tasselled, and laced

In wreaths round the piles; painted boats shine and gleam Where the moon dips her fingers to ruffle the stream In frost-silvered ripples; the crafts rise and fall To the sad, wistful music the willow-tree sings As slow trail her tresses in graceful cascade On the strange-shadowed green; and the tiny fish dart Like arrows of glass, in and out, up and down With their quick graceful flip, while the slim quivering reeds Soft-whisper, neath filigreed patterns of leaves Darkly etching the sky in a sharp silhouette. —Mimi Yees, Hon. VI.a, Fitchett.

The Dancer. Lone as a bird—a lyre Curtained by misty plumes— She dances. . . the prelude Calm and pure, as if some inner truth Had graved her self. No sudden fire Inspires. Memory, and the music's thrill Alone control perfection's moment. Melody in her movements—powdered arms Lift and flow, satin feet, winged By wind of other vision, Point, and twirl. soft-stepping In circular pools of blue light.

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She dances . . . dreamy -men Of other phases—distant stars Have known her sisters well. Art's wheel of sunset hues is spinning still. She dances . . . and she lives. Time watches in night wings, As youth translates the ages theme— Beauty immemorial. —7-Joan Smith, Pass VI.d. •

Sea Legend. In the dim half-light c The cave is mysteriously green with fantasti shadows. Water swirls in green smoke around bare knees. It is like the end of the world; the fishes brood On hidden things; the sea's insistent whisper Is the throb of time. A catch of spray Where sprites are riding in on dolphin's tails. id A sleepy, slippery rock, where a merma dreams Of the blind, dead hulls of buried ships, And combs her long and damp green hair— greener Than lonely depths. Green was made for dreams, And mermaids' hair. (But there are no mermaids— They live only in the echo of children's laughter, And all is silence here—save for forgotten songs Played on fluted shells by the green and slender fingers Of seaweed.) From the living sands Suddenly shrills a child's high laugh—the light quivers, And there in the dancing shadow, a wild, green sprite. . . . Too late, too late. The laughter dies. And with it A childhood memory. Only the fading ripples, And sobbing silence. —Elizabeth Kent, Hon. VI.b.

Night Idyll. It was night. In the forest, moonlight shone in a silvery ray from the inky pool of sky down through the dripping trees. The ray was a still but elusive thing in the sheer form of a thousand cobweb strands as it rested in a wide pool on the mossy ground. It illumined the glistening lea;es of the bushes, and the "drop, drop" of moisture from the coiling strands of mistletoe, and was' reflected in the stream flowing quickly and quietly past beneath the overhanging bushes. The glade was expectant, hushed, waiting— the very trees seemed to be alive with capacity for this feeling, until the air suddenly changed with a message that ran through the leaves and bushes. Something warm and living had moved amongst them, something that shivered in suppressed excitement and wonder as two widening eyes looked out on the enchantment of the glade. The moonlight did not alter, and the stream flowed on, but beneath their calm was the knowledge of the presence of something that was seeing the fascinating beauty of the glade for the first time. . . . The brown-spotted fawn shivered in awe as his nose touched the coolness of the damp leaves, and he wondered at his own bravery in stealing from the warm side of his mother, out into the open forest. He had played by this very stream in the sunshine this morning, and lain on the flowers so that their sweet fragrance, freed by the crushed petals, had drifted up to intoxicate him, and send him to sleep in the warmth of the glade. Now he was out at night for the first time in his short existence, and the magic of it all crept over him. Slowly he moved from the bushes, and felt the young, hot blood course through his veins as the shaft of moonlight fell on his quivering nose. His nerves tingled, the stream rippled an answer, the trees dripped, and he was out beneath the full light of the moon. The madness of it all overcame him, and in a small bound he was in the water. Down it came, icy cold on his shiny hooves as it ran on past him. He had never stood in water before, and it was rippling round him in tiny waves. He took another step—it was up to his knees, and its coldness made his ears prick.

SILVER AND GREEN but the moonlight fell on him again, intoxicating, overpowering, to bring a further sensation of intense delight. He knew then why he had left his mother, and the water rippled on and a breeze swayed the trees to bring down a shower of drops as he lifted his head and gazed boldly at the opposite bank. The night was young, and beyond the dim forms of the trees opposite stretched a heath, where the moon shone down unhindered by the trees. With a great leap he was out of the water, running and bounding over logs and round wet bushes that showered his spotted skin, breathing the cold air into his lungs in great gulps, until he was out of the trees and on the soft turf where the maddening light of the moon caught and enfolded him completely with its magic. . . The water splashed as he leapt out of the stream, and the ripples spread wider and wider to be lost in the shadow of the banks. The trees bent protectively over the glade, the bushes stirred, and the moonlight shone through on to the moss, but there was something different. Perhaps the trees whispered to the stream of the heath, perhaps the leaves laughed to themselves at the spots on the fawn's back, and perhaps the moonlight smiled quietly at the vision of the fawn gambolling and playing on the heath, tasting with wonder, for the first time, the stimulating beauty of life. —Betty Probst, Hon. VI.a.

Lion. He softly walks the cage with velvet paws, And spurns the gaping crowd with scornful eyes, Hears little children with their paper bags Throw peanuts at the bars that shut him in. Waving his tail in rhythm with his step-. Thinking of long, wide plains and hot, dry sun, Hearing again the hoofs of antelopes, The rumble of a distant waterfall. Once king of animals he was, and now A captive beast for passers-by to stare. They cannot keep your heart behind a cage, It freely roams the land where you were born, O proud king, amber-eyed, with shaggy mane, Think freely of the times before your captors came. —Dawn McDougall, V.e., 15 yrs., Fitchett.

A Modern Tragedy. It chanced one day, one sad, sad day That Honour went to gym., They touched their toes with righteous ease, And vaulted full of vim. They stretched their legs and swung their arms And leapt like graceful fays (?) To see them run (nor heed the sun) Demanded endless praise. But, oh! next day; next sad, sad day, Those poor girls writhed in pain, They loathed to move or touch a limb Lest they should fall in twain. They quailed at steps, and clutched the rail, Then nobly raised their frame, And sadly thought they'd rather "Sport" —The issues weren't the same. Though brave maids all, they ceased to sprawl Upon the gym's hard floor, The fragile band could not withstand A single movement more; But what befell, I weep to tell, Although the reason's plain, Their joints stuck fast (all hope was past), They never moved again. —M. Yees, Hon. VI.a, Fitchett.

The Three Little Orphans. A translation from "Les trois petits gueux," by Jean Richepin. There were, one time, in days of yore, Three little orphans, all forlorn. And, to the "De Profundis" tune,, About them we shall chant, and mourn. They hungered—longed for water, too— In dreams they only drank and ate; Until, at last, half-dead, they found A sheltered beach, a bay-inlet. The Ocean said to them: " 'Tis here Your hunger you may well appease; Eat, drink, be gay, and also sing, I bid you take some needed ease." Now these three little orphan boys Had never seen the sand or sea; They thought they saw great loaves of bread, And water, so they cried with glee.

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They just sat down upon the sand; They thought they had a table set, With things to eat and drink, so they Could have their fill, and pain forget. Alas! those lovely loaves of bread Were only pebbles, grains of sand, Touched, at the setting of the sun, By nature's fair, yet cruel, hand. The everlasting water pure, Was water of a sadder plain. They died of hunger, and of thirst, They died—ne'er to be seen again. This is a tale of bygone years, And it was told me by a wave. And "De Prof undis" is the strain The tide sings to them, in their grave. —Valda Vaughan, 14 yrs., Pass VI.b, Fitchett. River. Infinitely quiet and peaceful, So gentle, Sun-flecked or wind-puckered, Sleeping in green deeps. Grey rocks sitting with their feet in the water, And moss on their shoulders, Seeing smooth thoughts Mirror'd in green clearness. Thick leaves and silt And sticks; Old bark, and flat stones Drowned in green stillness.

Spreads the fresh, sweet smell of rich brown earth Newly turned, to receive the benefits of winter's beating rains— Then falls that last moment's hush, before night creatures venture forth, And the peace that blesses, as twilight turns to night. —Margaret Holdsworth, Hon. VI.c. The Spirit of Nature. Speak peace, and charm, and slumber; I worship softly here, See visions I cannot number, And feel their Maker near. O worshipper of nature's joy, Its strange compassionate beauty's depth, Silence profound, and depth of love, O worshipper, receive its charm. Blest be that which never changes, Though the worlds in tumult rise, Calm and comforting its calling Fleet to thee, its lover, flies. With tender joy wilt thou remember, Tucked between the lofty peaks, The steeper woods and rocky outcrops, Ferns with fronds of living lace, Leave the rest to the vainly wise, These joys are hidden from their eyes. Weave in slumber, night; Then moonbeam's silver brush Will make the wondrous sight More wondrous by its touch. —Myra N. Pederick, 16 yrs., Pass VI.a.

—J.B., Hon. VI a. Paths. Autumn Evening.

(Or a Boarder's Reverie.)

The sun has sunk below, and out of sight, And a final crimson streak of cloud Is left, to slowly fade into the soft greyness of evening. A row of poplars barely grown into their first autumn, Become mere skeletons of blackness, with delicately fluttering leaves That drift and wither into piles against low country fences. A field rutted and furrowed into clean dark lines

I felt a little homesick yesterday. It was the kind of weather that makes one want to be in the country. I longed for the feel of a stockhorse under me, for the savoury odours 'meeting me when I came towards the kitchen, for the comfort of a soft, warm bed when all work was done. As I sat on my chair in the study, I pictured all this happening. Then there came to me the pictures of the paths that my people were treading day after day. There is the drive to the front entrance. It is only used by the cars of people who come to

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Skim o'er the veiling softly spun, While the quiet dark leaves of the picture frame Rustle a song to the waning flame— 'Tis then that a sweetness from the sky Comes to the room with a calm cool flow, And it floods my soul till the last small sigh Is swept away with the sky's last glow, And there's left the lesson ever to know— No matter how dusty the day we have trod, We are washed by the veiled night tears of God. —Betty Probst, Hon. VI a. Nocte The aristocratic mansion chooses to raise An eyebrow To the plain little villa across the road, Who bows her humble head of tiles In modest gratitude. Visibly, the smoothly-groomed cypress line, A forbidding row of disapproving fingers, Bends stiffly, with an a'r of condescension, To the small, self-conscious hedge across the way. The ragged bushes move together in their corner, And tremble as the wind carries cold, discourteous whispers From the mansion flowers and rigid plots Set side by side, each with lost identity. Even the perfect path looks neither to right nor left, But grudgingly turns to speak to privileged parts of lawn, While all the crazy stones in the path across the street Lie everywhere, and all the garden is their friend; The grass springs in between, the thistles peep, The brown stones smile in mud-smeared glee Like happy children's faces streaked with jam. The mansion house stands cold, aloof, and deigns To sometimes whisper to the genteel garden plants, They angrily complain, contest amongst themselves And argue with the wind or quarrel with the birds, While just across the way, the little house Jokes with the moon, who comes to stay Above its chimney stacks. —Mimi Yees. Hon. VI.a, Fitchett.

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43 Seagulls

Do you see the seagulls? Diving, swooping, Hovering an instant, Falling, looping; Flying, gaily in the sun, Forlorn when storm winds blow, Or slowly, when the evening sky Is red with sunset glow. Do you see the seagulls? Mewing, lighting, Gathering from nowhere, Hungry, fighting; Following the fishermen, They watch with cold eyes, Snatching scraps thrown to them, With loud, harsh cries. Do you see the seagulls? Homing, landing, At dusk, when all is quiet, Huddled, standing; Gathered on the banks and rocks, As the day is dying, Where waves are lapping gently, And the cold wind sighing. —Clare Walker, 14 yrs., Hon. VI.b, Krome. Two Poetologists. Two poetologists in our nation Daily caused a great sensation, Their poems, born of inspiration Were constant topics of conversation. They stirred the roots of civilisation With magnificent odes on High Taxation; This subject caused great consternation Till society demanded an explanation, So the poetologists said "?" (exclamation), "We'll have to write odes on nationalisation." So they both set out with determination, While others were still in a state of stagnation. Their poems were read with much jubilation, And fan mail poured in without cessation, The two replied with great condensation, Thanking them for their admiration. If you desire any more information Call on these wonders of creation. —Two Poetologists.

Impromptu Speeches. (An Impromptu Speech given by O. Howey Spouts to a Learned Assembly of Ladies, at the Methodist Ladies' College, Hawthorn.) Do you feel prompted when called upon to give an impromptu speech. No? Did I hear a "Yes"? I think not. Well, splendid! That's carried unanimously. Now, I think that victims who are forced to give these impromptu dissertations may be divided into special groups, according to their main characteristics. I shall mention just a few of these groups to illustrate my point. To begin with, there is the "Conscientious Group." The victim rises from her seat, walks briskly down the aisle, receives her subject unflinchingly, and turns to face the packed multitude. She stands correctly, head tilted slightly upwards and hands gently, but primly, .held behind her back. -She delivers a few brief, complete, but uninspiring sentences in a clear, precise, level, but uninspiring voice. She has an. introduction and a conclusion, and a middle of no importance, but she walks back to her seat with the martyric, "I have done my duty" look, and she well deserves the applause her speech receives; she has kept her head, her speech doesn't count. The next group may be called the "Wriggler Group." The victim sidles to the platform and dislocates her left hip while waiting for her subject. Then with feet wide apart, head on one side, one arm wrapped (it seems) twice around her body, she stands and—thinks. The arm is unwrapped, and now is draped lovingly around her neck, the head waggles furiously, the other hip is dislocated, she performs small crab movements around the platform. Suddenly she says something. There is no introduction, a sentence merely hurtles through the air. Its words are well chosen, with relevant meaning. The information is interesting. Silence descends once more, though the writhing continues. By this time her handkerchief is a cannon-ball, but all the spectators have long predicted this, so they are not impressed. Two more sentences rent the air, a pause—suddenly it seems the voice box has sufficiently warmed up, and with surprising vacillation f -f both voice and contortions) she finishes brilliantly.

SILVER AND GREEN Then sweeping a mental bow she squirms back to her seat. The sum total of her speech has been good, but what painful means of extorting it! Another well-known variety is the "Struckdumb Specie," and this deserves the greatest sympathy. When called, the victim exhibits great signs of agitation, she either hurries blindly to the platform with the idea "the sooner it is over the better," or crawls laboriously down the aisle, hoping fervently that one of the boards will be loose and that she will slip through. However, on reaching the platform, both these variations fuse into the on? strain. The subject is given, the victim thinks. She shakes her head mournfully and speaks. Another subject is given. The victim abandons her "Dentist Chair" look to one of deeper misery. She whispers. Another subject is given. The expression of deeper agony is entirely obliterated by one of abject despair. Her brain is blank, her thoughts will not come, her throat is constricted. Meanwhile her audience works furiously at mental telepathy, but to no avail. At last she is released with a warning of NEXT TIME. With a faint sigh she stumbles back to her seat. the EVIL HOUR has been postponed. These three examples are main types, and, of course, there are slight variations in the procedures. Sometimes a victim of one variety develops into another variety halfway through her speech, but then, that is more interesting. And perhaps, instead of gazing fixedly at a certain electric light pole visible through the window, the victim will address her entire eulogium to a certain privileged flowerpot, and forget about the audience. But perhaps the greatest difficulty in which all the groups share is the composition of a complete, relevant, yet precise conclusion, and for every one who feels this difficulty, I offer my heartfelt sympathy, for, you see, dear ladies, I am in that unfortunate predicamentt at this moment. Yees, Hon. VI a. The Creek on a Hot Day We lay on the cool green grass Under a cherry tree in bloom, beside The creek; The water, although running swiftly,

Did not rush and struggle with Ferns which bent their feathery Heads into the stream. It reached a bank of slimy, smooth Rocks, Where it gushed forth into a chasm Of flashing bubbles. Further up, The stream was more glassy, yet Still ran swiftly. The trees around us sheltered The creek from hot winds, Where it ran into quiet pools in the Shallows, Birds chirped, and drank, and Bathed, While we lay in day-dreamy lassitude. —Judith Smith, V.e. Tomaitnes or Tomartoes Up—Down, Down—Up. Burning sun, aching back, dirty hands. What am I doing?— Picking tomatoes—red tomatoes, green tomatoes, ripe tomatoes, bad tomatoes. I've met tomatoes in every stage of ripeness—and some in a most advanced stage! Up-down minute tomatoes; enormous tomatoes which are in the minority, just because one needs fewer of them to fill the bucket. So on and on we go—two buckets to fill a case. The number of cases creeps up. By lunchtime I have picked eleven cases. Lunch on the bank of a channel. Rest for an hour, in spite of the risk of ants and other unknown insects crawling over us. Back to the task with renewed energy, which quickly evaporates in the heat of the sun. "How many cases?" I ask my friend. "Twenty," she replies, and as I have only picked seventeen, I will have to stagger on until I reach at least twenty. At last five o'clock arrives, and we crawl home, vowing never to pick tomatoes again. A lovely hot bath in which to soak our aching limbs—then. "What's for tea, mum?" "Oh, tomato salad"—ooh!! —Faith Leach, 16 yrs., Hon. VI.c.

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Child of Europe. With yellow plaits and sparkling eyes, Little blue dress, dainty and sweet, White starched apron, with matching ties, Strong wooden clogs tiny and neat. The picture of health! Basket on arm, flowers in hand, A wheatfield beside, a cottage behind, A river below, trees in a band, The sun above and peace of mind. Then came war! With straggled hair and lifeless eyes, Faded blue dress, dirty and torn, No starched apron, no matching ties, Clogs too big, old and worn. A hungry child! An empty basket, no flowers in the ground, The wheatfield ruined, the cottage bombed out, The river flooded, the trees all drowned, Dark clouds above, and a mind of doubt. —Alison Wylie, Form V.e.

The Lost Hour.

He trudged along beside the fence, accompanied by the clanking of his traps, slung over his shoulder. His eyes were on the ground as he looked for a likely spot to set his next snare for some unlucky rabbit. Almost impel:ceptibly the silence was broken by the soft drone of an approaching areoplane. He looked up, shading his eyes from the sun. The big 'plane was soon above him, and then beyond him, leaving him with a sense of loneliness and longing even greater than before. He set his traps on the ground and, lighting his pipe, sat under the shade of a gum tree. Slowly, almost unwillingly, he gazed at the beauty which lay before him. He was sitting on the crest of a hill, and there were many other hills around him. Theirs was not the sinister, lurking beauty of wooded hills and valleys, but the sunny, smiling faces of green, grassy slopes. Here and there a clump of gums, their mighty trunks shining white, provided welcome shelter from the sun for the grey sheep huddled beneath their leaves. On a further hill, slowly moving brown dots were hard to distinguish as Herefords grazing lazily. At the foot of the hill a brown creek ran, winding through the paddocks. A feeling of wonder stole over the trapper. He looked at the blue sky above, and watched a crow, listening to its harsh voice in the still-

ness. Blue skies, green hills, and paddocks, white gums, sheep, and all the other familiar sights had a new meaning for him now. This was Australia, the land which, in yearn past, he had thought he hated, because he felt she had been unkind to him. He had been down in luck, but perhaps, he thought to himself, it was his own fault. But now his fortune was on the upward path, and he realised he loved his country. From the deep recesses of his younger days he recalled a poem he had read s-,.--i?.w"-er-. It had not meant much to him then. WI:at were the lines. . . ? "Her beauty and her terror— The wide brown land for me!" Beauty and terror. Yes. He rose, and hurried to his traps. He had lost an hour of good daylight, but somehow, it did not worry him. He set off again, but this time his eyes were no longer set grudgingly on the ground, but were firmly fixed on the distant horizon which, somehow, promised hope and fortune. —Robin Carne, Hon. VI.c.

Shelter. In the rain, the ant can crawl to his hole, In the warm brown depth of the friendly earth; The cricket can creep through a slender niche Of a wall to the heat of the kitchen hearth; The insect can frantically beat a path To a fragrant rose with its fragile wings, And rest in the peace which the shelter brings. All this is peace and shelter! The bird can fly from the pitiless storm To the saving shield of its swaying nest; While the drops of rain from its feathers glance And slide away in another quest. The rabbit can find his own safe rest, In the depth of a burrow soft with Sand, And warmly sleep with his fellow-band. This is their rest and shelter. In the outer yard, when an eagle swoops On the tiny chickens of thistledown, The little things can hide their fear From the world and- the eagle's hungry frowr In the cosy feathers which chase and drown Their terrors, and trembling heart-beats smother Against the side of their clucking mother. This, too, is safety and shelter! And man? When the tempest comes to him With a human sorrow or fear or pa. n, Where can he go to seek a home?

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City Night. From "nine to five" A bustling, living thing — By night, a soulless, Evil silhouette. Grim alleys blanketed, Stray cats wandering, Street lamps reflected By eager moths. Sickly beams of light Loitering weakly, Caressing the pavement Below. Hard outlines softened By darkness, Shadows grotesquely Distorted. A thousand noises, Making hideous The night. —B. Macbirnie, Pass, VI.d, Cato.

Across the Downs. Fog lies over all! The milky vapour curdles in the breeze, And swirls in eddies in the cold, dark hollows, Wrapping a clammy blanket round the trees, And making moist the rutted track that furrows Deep across the undulating plain. Fog shrouds the gash through which the creek runs swift, Its waters swollen by the recent rain. But now the freshening breeze has torn a rift Across the filmy curtain! It pursues The fluffy fragments from the slopes, and sweeps Away the stilly fog that hid the views. The sun strikes down on all! It lights each gleaming hollow and each hill, And shimmers on the gums and on the grass. The dairy cattle wander at their w'll In the rich herbage—As the hours pass The sun bathes distant orchards in its light. Amid far mountains in the Whittleseas, The blue Yan Yean reflects the great sun's might

In its calm waters. A tawny hawk with ease Sweeps low across the pastures near at hand, Casting a drifting shadow on the ribbon Of the great, grey road across this land. The night descends on all! The cattle follow their familiar way Towards the farms. Long shadows fill the downs. The last long shafts of ruddy light array The hazy mountains, and the sunset crowns The high west slope beyond whose grassy brim Proud Macedon's majestic silhouette, Blue-grey against the crimson sky, stands grim. And now soft evening follows on the sunset. A myriad insects fills the fragrant air Above the tangled grasses of the down, And peace and silence lend a beauty rare. —Margaret Kendrick, Hon. VI.a, Fitchett.

Suspense. She paused in the passage way, darkness enclosed and held her, the carpet was thick and soft, muffling all sound; she moved forward softly, stealthily, breathlessly. The moon shone through a skylight above the dim, echoing depths of the staircase, and left the banisters revealed in the hard white stark lines of moonlight. She passed the stairs, her heart fluttering in a sudden cold realisation of fear, gliding forward into the dimness of the corridor. She frowned, and bit her lip, making an intense effort to find the door handle, and open the door, silently. The handle turned with a gentle click, and inch by inch she opened the door. "Slowly, slowly, slowly," she breathed to herself, and then she slid into the /*DOM. It took all her courage to turn her back on to its unknown horrors and carefully shut the door. She dare not show any light, but she knew the place well enough to find the box. She crept forward, the darkness pressing down on her. She felt as if she were suffocating, choking. She tore at her throat, the' room seemed to be breathing, expanding and contracting. and the walls hiding hideous, revolting spectres. S!-.e wanted to scream, her nerves were tense and overwrought, but she stood still for a moment, gaining her self-control. The soft rustle of her feet on the carpet sounded like mocking fiends whispering, "You little fOol, you pretentious plotter. You're not clever enough; no, no, you fool."

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The atmosphere was so terrifying she was about to leave the room and its evils, when her hand touched the box. A thrill of exhilarating achievement ran through her as she felt the smooth glossiness of the pearls. Suddenly, without warning, a dazzling beam of light fell upon her, the pearls in her hands speaking for her guilt. She swung around. Amazed,. incredulous, then ghastly fear, strangling her thoughts and actions, swamped her reason; and that glaring circle of light which burnt her eyes with fire, spoke in the confident, oily drawl of her employer, "So—Miss Manders." "Well done," called the director. "Cut!" —Margaret Holdsworth, Hon. VI c.

Danse Macabre. Wind call at my window, The ruffle of conversation in black leaves And moth wings beating about me. A world Of creatures misshapen, menacing, Terror mounting, Sanity torn aside, Soft, furry moth bodies in the darkness Brushing my face— Caught in my hair. Wind call at my window, A sound of mocking laughter in black leaves— And a trembling relief To see the delicate pattern Traced on dead wings. —J.B., Hon. VI.a.

Night Magic. At length the ferry gains the centre stream, Chuggings and pantings cease. The engine's roar Dies to a throb that speaks of power, suppressed, Yet quite controlled. The small boat's wake Looks like a Persian carpet worked with care In hues of evening and of marbled white. On either side the cliffs rise steep and high, And seem to form the battlements of some Vast .castle that is made of common things, Like houses, standing black against the sky. In contrast, on the river's very edge, The shadowy fingers of the willows sway And rustle gently in the cool night breeze. A friendly moon comes from behind a cloud And seems to smile upon the tranquil scene. —Valda Vaughan, 14 yrs., P. VI.b, Fitchett.

Death. The drooping tree is weeping •f or you, Sparrow on the ground. The glistening drops are tears, not dew, Upon your little mound. 'Twas yesterday you wheeled and flew, And now to-day are found Forlorn and crushed; and silenced, too, Your throat, whence comes no sound. —B. Macbirnie, Pass VI.d., Cato.

The Waterlily. The pond is dark and squalid— Its dim, oily surface reflects The pale sunshine of an autumn day. Twigs float and drift like insects In and out the slimy shadows That are water-lily leaves. I sit dejectedly, trailing a branch Watching a spider as she weaves. All at once I see the bud . . . Amongst the grimy shadows It opens—slowly, magnificently, Revealing creaminess, softer than a rose— Ivory-tinted, a heart of burning gold A water-lily's birth; and I am happy. —Diana Ward, P. VI.b , Berry.

Lament. We have lost our brother, 0 my tribe; No longer shall he seek and hunt the bear, The fleet-footed antelope has lost her swifter rival. He was a mighty warrior, 0 my people; First with his weapons of war, and pipe of peace; And still we hear the echoes of his song. He who has gone from us walks now with the stars, And sleeps in the depth and quiet of infinite seas; He waits beneath the wings of the Great Father. We mourn for him in the silence of the hills Stamp out his fire, and, let the dying smokedrif is Dissolve with his soul and mingle in the night. —Elizabeth Kent, Hon. VI.b.

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Middle and Junior Section The River. 0, river of my youth That flows through wood and lane, In younger days I wandered far— And, now to you again. 0, river where I sailed my boats Of paper and of paste, Which on your rippling surface Erratic courses traced. I've wandered far since leaving you Many years ago, I've pushed through jungle creepers, And hunted in the snow. But oh, dear silent river, Would you remember me On your long and joyful journey From the ranges to the sea? —Margot Rumpf, 13 yrs., IV.c., Berry.

Then There Was Rain.

An Autumn Morning.

The bracken holds a million gems About its graceful,. weeping fronds; And ruby gum-tips wave and sway On a fresh, crisp autumn morn. —M. Doyle, 11 yrs., IV.c.

Three Little Mice.

Three little mice with funny heads To tell the tale I'll now begin. Three little mice with funny heads Made three little balls of golden threads. What did they make with golden threads? Why, three little quilts for three little beds, Where three little mice will sleep, you see, Whiskers, and Nibler, and Frisk, that's me! —Marcia Raphael, 10 yrs., Lower III.a, Krome.

The Autumn Leaves.

The autumn leaves were on the trees And very lovely leaves were these, But now they're starting to fall down, A very pretty golden brown. They cover all the beds and lawn, And make it like a carpet fawn. The wind blows past and scatters all The leaves as they're about to fall. Now very soon these trees will be All bare of leaves, and so, you see, The winter time will soon be here With crackling fires to give us cheer. —Judith Wright„ Junior IV.a.

When I was spending my holidays at Rubicon Valley, I gazed out of the window at the surrounding hills, and remarked how low and forbidding the clouds were. "Yes," confirmed my cousin, "the storm should break soon." And it did! Five minutes later, against the deep purple of the night sky and the deeper blue of the mountains, was a gigantic grey cloud advancing rapidly upon the little township. Was it rain, mist, or fog? "Rain," we all said. Soon the far-off mountains were hidden from Swinging. view, and the nearest mountain was approach- Higher, higher than the wall, ing oblivion. Then a great white cloud en- Up I go, oh, am I not tall! veloped even this and we could hear an omi- But down I come, down and down, nous sound. Until I nearly touch the ground. There was a nimbus cloud above the rain, Out in the meadows I can see shadowing it—covering it. On it came. Only All the cows that can't see me. the small belt of trees stood out against the I see the rabbit take a hop, great grey veil. Then down I come until I stop. Then it hit us! —Jill Fisher, Junior IV.a Rain—soaking, drenching, flooding rain; to freshen the golden-grassed fields around us; Dizzy, Bizzy, Wizzy. rain to clothe the hillsides in beauty; "I am Dizzy, Bizzy, Wizzy," said the bee, rain to check the advancing hordes of destruc- "I haven't got a single second free. tive grasshoppers—rain! No thunder, no light- It will take me hours and hours ning. Just steady, soaking rain. And it con- To feed all these lovely flowers, tinued for three days and three nights. I am very, very busy,LsN ai:lom thie bee. 9 —Judith Warne, L.V.d, Miller, yrs,

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54 The Sunset Fairies

One evening when the sun had set, What do you think I saw? Why, hundreds of little fairy folk, And coming still were more. Some were dressed in gossamer, Some were dressed in silk, And some were dressed in petal robes, As pure and white as milk. I watched them all the evening, As behind the bush I lay, And when the stars were .in the sky, They quietly flew away. —Margaret Scott, 81 yrs., Junior IV.b, Berry.

Ducklings. I love the little ducklings, Their feathers bright and gay, They call and quack so merrily On every sunny day. When it is dark they cuddle up To their mother dear, And waken up so good and bright When dawn is drawing near. —Paddy Dixson, 81- yrs., Junior IV.b.

Summerland Surfing. Beach. The great big waves come rolling in Along the ocean beach, The little children play about Out of the breakers' reach. The surfers with their surfing boards, Await the breakers' roar, Then with a dive they're off again Towards the golden shore. At night the fairy penguins come Up to that sandy shore, To feed their fluffy baby chicks, Who squeal for more and more. —Elizabeth Duncan, 9 yrs.. Lower III a, Fitchete.

Weeny and Teeny. This is the story of two little canaries I've owned, Weeny and Teeny. Weeny was given to me by a lady, and its feathers were a deep yellow. Weeny didn't sing for me, and I only had it a few months when it died. I was very sad, and did miss Weeny, and buried the dear little thing under a favour-

ite bush near my window. That is what happened to Weeny. A few months later Mummy and I were in the garden one day, when we heard "Sweet, sweet," and here, close by us, was a green and yellow canary. Could he have been sent in place of Weeny? I ran and got the little bit of seed left in the jar, and Mummy went to put the hose on to spray him. Then, luckily, he flew into the laundry. We shut the door, and the rest was easy. We got the cage for him. I called• him Teeny, and after being with us for a while he started to whistle beautifully, and still does when not moulting. We have just bought him a new cage. —Yvonne Gray, 10 yrs., III.a, Krome.

A Visit to a Submarine. One day I went on the submarine which was berthed in the Yarra. I walked along the gangway to get on board, and then went along the top of the submarine, holding a thin wire so Then I climbed that I would not fall off. through a hole on to a steep ladder, which led to the engine-room. There was very little space down below, just a narrow passage for us to walk along. All the brass knobs and wheels were very bright and shining. We passed through the galley and went on past the narrow bunks, and a very small mess-room. It was good to climb up to the fresh air again, and walk on to the captain's bridge. We had walked right through the submarine. I went home feeling glad I did not live in a submarine. —Wendy Renkin, 9 yrs., Lower III.b,

My Bunny. I have a little bunny, And he cost a lot of money, I call him little Sunny, Because he is so funny. I love my little bunny, I took my little Sunny To the park one day, And there I found a little Lark That sang to me. —Dora Cattanach, 81 yrs., Junior IV.b,

SILVER AND GREEN The Story of a Burr. Cnapter 1.—Baby Burr. am a burr, anu i live by a road in a world of green grass. I cannot see the road, nor the cars racing by. 1 am too young. I just lie and listen to tnem. ivly Mummy says 1 am growing Last, and will soon be able to go for a trip round the world on someone's sock, or on a sheep's back, or even go for a ride down the stream;, as my Mummy tells me we live near one. The winter is coming on, and at night it rains, so we cuddle up and go to sleep till it stops. When I woke up I was too big to stay at home any longer, so I left home, with my mother weeping at her only son leaving home so young. Chapter 2.—Big Burr's Adventures Start. One sunny day I rolled out on to the road. At the same time some scouts were hiking on to the near-by township. I gave a huge jump, and landed, bump,, on the boy's sock. He sat down and took off his sock. He sat down to paddle in the stream. I was glad when he took off his sock, I climbed out, a very disgruntled young burr was I. I tried the other one's sock, but it smelt just the same, so I walked off in disgust. Chapter 3.—Burr's Adventures on a Sheep's Back. It was a rainy day, and I was going on my daily stroll in the paddocks between the showers. I happened to come across a family of sheep You grazing in a lonely part of the field. already know I was an adventurous sort of burr, so I crept quietly over to a sheep's back and buried myself in her soft warm wool, and what • do you think—I fell asleep it was so warm and comfortable tucked up in my new home. I am afraid I did not stay long in it, for the sheep were transferred to another sheep station in England, far from home and my mother dear. My adventures were at last starting. We were sent from Australia to England by ship. I was sick all that day, and had to cuddle up to the sheep with whom I had made my home and try to go to sleep. I did nothing but sleep all night. The next day I was not sick, and poked my head through the wool. I could only see sheep, sheep, nothing but sheep. Well, we all slept the rest of the time, except for a few restless sheep who kept pacing up and down the pens all night long.

I did not intend to stay with the sheep, but to explore England, and find a little wife and make a home of my own. Then, all of a sudden there was an awful commotion in our pen, and suddenly I was lifted up in the air. Then I remembered I had been told by one of the sheep that it was a crane, and I was in one at last. Then we were all put on a big truck and carried away to the city. For the first time in my long, adventurous life I saw cars, trams, and trains, and what was more, I was now, in a truck. When we landed I jumped down from the sheep; I had started my exploring at last. I was just ambling along in the soft green fields of England, with the hot sun sinking in the west, and here my story becomes interesting. Chapter IV.—Mr. Burr and Mrs. Burress. I met a little Burress, and we went to Burr Bush Town. In Burr Bush Town we have only rivers for buses, and monkeys as trams for coming back. The monkeys are most uncomfortably crowded at peak periods. Now, to get back to Mrs. Burress and me, we went back to Burr Bush Town to live, and we had a little baby Burr Boy, just like me, so everybody said. We received a letter from my home sheep. I did not know she knew I was aboard the ship on the voyage. And I also got a letter from my mother. —Judith O'Connor, 10 yrs., Lower III,b.

Autumn Leaves. Have you seen the autumn leaves Falling from the trees? Oh! how I love to see them A'dancing in the breeze. But very soon the gardener comes. A bright gleam in his eye. My leaves are soon a burning heap, He does not hear me sigh. —Aileen poolton, 9 yrs., Junior IV•a.

My Pussy Cat. I have a little pussy cat, With black and white fur, And I would pat him lovingly, And he would softly purr. So I love my little pussy, And wherever I may go, He rubs against my little legs, That's why I love him so. —Janet Stahl, 9 yrs., Lower III.b, Krome,

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56 Rosebud.

Once there was a little girl named Rosebud, and one day she was out walking and came upon a fairy pool made of glass. There, in the pool was a tiny fairy bathing to get the paint off her hands, because she was the fairy who helped God to paint the colours on the animals, birds, and flowers. She asked Rosebud if she would like to visit the fairy queen, who had all the beautiful colours in her palace. But Rosebud could not go this time, as she had to run home and help her mother, and she said that she will come another time. —Pam Taylor, 8/ yrs., Junior IV.a.

A Rabbit. A little furry bunny Hopping in the grass, Merry as you are, Hopping in the path; Your little furry tail, Bobbing as you pass, Dodging in between the furrow, Nibbling lettuce, Then darting to your burrow. --Wendy Labrom, 10 yrs., Junior IV.a, Krome.

The Little Wooden Horse.

One day the little wooden horse was walking along the road when he came to some tents. So he walked in on to the stage. Then he felt himself being pulled up, up and up to the top of the roof of the tent; then he was dropped down, and saw himself face to face with his great friend the elephant. "Hello," said the little wooden horse, "if it is not my friend the elephant." "Hello," said the elephant, "if it is not my friend the little wooden horse." "Well, I have to go and do my performance." So the little wooden horse followed the elephant out of the tent, and when the elephant walked on the stage the little wooden horse went down the steps and sat down on a seat in the front row. And when everybody else began to clap the elephant the little wooden horse began to clap. As a matter of fact, the little wooden horse clapped so much that the circus-master turned round and said, "What are you doing here?" "Please," said the little wooden horse, "I have come to see my friend the elephant do his performance." "Can you stand on your head," said the circus-master; "can you climb a rope ladder?" "Yes," said the little wooden horse. So the circus-master called the little wooden

horse. "Climb the rope ladder," he said. So the little wooden horse climbed the rope ladder. He got right across, and everybody clapped him. —Laurel Wood, 10 yrs., Lower III.b, Berry.

Question. One day I said to Mummy, "Mummy, how old are you?" She answered such a funny answer, "Well, how old are you?" One day I said to Daddy, "Willy do you go to work?" He answered me and said, "Why do you go to school?" One day I said to Peter, "Do you like to read?" He answered me and said, "I'd rather plant a seed." —Barbara Clark, 8/ yrs., Jun. IV.b, Berry.

Running Away. I have a hen, And she lives in a pen, And she flutters round all day, But she never flies away. I have a bunny, And he is so funny, And he hops around all day, But he never hops away. I have three kittens, But they don't wear mittens, And they play round all day, But they never run away. —Rosemarye Boyle, 8/ yrs., Junior IV.b.

ACKNOWLEDGMENT OF CONTEMPORARIES. The Editress wishes to acknowledge with thanks the receipt of the following School magazines: "The Scotch Collegian," "Patchwork," "Pallas," "The Mitre," "Wesley College Chronicle," "Pegasus," "M.C.E.G.G.S. Magazine," "The Carey Chronicle," "The Lauristonian," "The Brighton Grammarian," "The Record," "The Mangarrian," "The Corian," "Fintonian," "The Brook," "The Melburnian," "The Ivanarian," "Ubique," "The Unicorn," "Coo-ee," "The Ruytonian," "Palate and Petticoat," "Morton Bay Magazine" (Brisbane), "Minoli," Kandy, "Silver and Green (Elsternwick), and any others which may have been unintentionally omitted.

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—June Pettigrew, Pass VI.b, 17 years, Berry.

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DECEMBER, 1947.

EDITOR: MIMI YEES. SUB-EDITOR: BETTY PROBST. MAGAZINE COMMITTEE: Miss L. Mitchell, Judy Betheras, Betty Evans; Elaine Freedman, Della Hilton, Margaret Holdsworth, Elizabeth Kent, Betty Macbirnie, Margaret McCutcheon, Myra Pederick, Glen Saleeba, Kitty Stander, Valda Vaughan.

EDITORIAL We visualize the ideal world, a world of Peace, where war has no place, and we wonder if there will ever be a time when "nation shall not lift up a sword against nation." War began in the minds of men, therefore Peace should begin in the minds of men, "for the powers which enable evil to carry on, are powers given by goodness; also, things which enable a man to be effectively bad are in themselves good." For centuries the world has been using its powers in the evils of war instead of the good of Peace, and just as one country has learnt warfare from another, so they should be able to learn Peaceful Living. In our smaller worlds, at home and at school, we learn to live together, and if we try to bring serenity into our lives our efforts must affect others; in this way we should be using our powers constructively instead of destructively. There is so much malicious criticism and useless idle gossip in any community, for, instead

of trying to see the admirable points in people, the tendency seems to be to seek and exaggerate the weaknesses. Under such conditions we naturally become distrustful of one another, and the general atmosphere is not one of wholesome fellowship. We all like to have friends,, and appreciate their trust in us, yet we deliberately make enemies through listening to spiteful rumours. Even if we do not actually take a part in denouncing people, our silence means our approval. We could do much more for the general happiness if we gently but firmly suggested that perhaps the speakers were wrong, and proved our point by presenting some complimentary attributes of the person under discussion. When one brave person has spoken in this manner it is of ten noticeable that a group will change its attitude completely, and enthusiastically join in the praise of the former victim. Underneath everyone feels much more

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comfortable, because sincere appreciation is an expression of the best and most positive in us, and friendship is positive, whereas hatred is negative. We could achieve so Much if we all cooperated and worked together, and we could create a much more productive spirit in the

school. It is a matter of our own personal conduct, and we alone can control our ideas and actions. "Make the maxim of thy conduct such that it might become a universal law," said Kant, and to-day it is a challenge to us to make the maxim of our conduct Peace, that it might become the universal law.

School Highlights May— Tuesday, 27th—Beginning of Term II. Friday, 30th.—Professor Browne, Professor of Education at the Melbourne University, spoke to us in Open Period on Japan. June.— Thursday, 5th.—Presentation of scenes from Shakespeare. Friday, 6th.—Under the auspices of the U.W.A., Miss Stevens, a member of our staff, spoke to us on her experiences in English schools during the war. Friday, 13th.—Four girls described their expe"ences at the Rotary Club luncheon and the Royal Melbourne Hospital. Birthday Night, as usual, was better than ever, staff and day girls thoroughly enjoying the evening. Monday, 16th.—Battle Royal between Pre's and Pro's. Was it hockey that they played? Perhaps the spectators will know. The memory of it lingers yet, That battle long ago. Friday, 20th.—Miss Withers, a Presbyterian missionary, and a former Senior Prefect of M.L.C., addressed us on Korea. Thursday, 26th.—Some members of staff and two prefects spent a very enjoyable social afternoon as the guests of the Ladies' Committee of the April Fair. July.— Friday,. 4th.—We commemorated America's Independence Day by the singing of the "Star Spangled Banner" in Assembly, and it was very convenient to find the words printed ready for us in this year's new edition of the School Hymnal. Scripture Exam.—No comment!

Monday, 7th.—Mid-tirm—wild scramble to make the most of a holiday. On Tuesday we return to school and relax again—at least some of us did, but on— Thursday, 10th.—Girls in Inter. looked grave as exams began.

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Tuesday, 14th.—We commemorated France's National Day by singing "The Marseillaise" in Assembly, and found, even more so than on 4th July, that it was helpful to have a copy of the words. Thursday, 16th—Senior girls attended a most enjoyable performance of "Macbeth" at the Union Theatre. Saturday, 26th.—"Hark, hark, my soul, Angelic songs are swelling." "Swelling what?" "Why, the Chapel Fund—to the tune of £385 !" (Chapel Fund Concert.) August.— Friday, 1st.—Dance--Prefects and Probationers trip the light fantastic—well, trip! Guests of honour were Mr. and Mrs. Wood, Miss Ball, Miss Kellaway, Miss Betts. We were all sorry that Miss Dahle was ill and unable to attend. Saturday, 2nd.—Boarders and several day girls were present at the very successful and. inspiring Wesley Choral Festival in the Melbourne Town Hall. Some of the boarders, after acting as stage-managers the week before, were found to be just as competent in fulfilling the function of programme sellers on this memorable occasion. Thursday, 14th.—Exams. Matric. goes under, although many are to be seen clutching straws, books, rugs, hot-water bottles, etc., to protect themselves from the floods of questions, arctic rain, etc.

SILVER AND GREEN Friday, 15th.—Mrs. Sigelas, of Greece, addressed us in Open Period on that very interesting country, and Matriculation Greek and Roman History.girls were thrilled to hear a few familiar place-names. Friday, 22nd.—"Away, away, 'tis break of day" (boarders only). We were privileged to hear Father Tucker speak on slum conditions and work. And then —holidays again. Well, well, if this life isn't just one round of pleasure! September. Tuesday, 9th.—Beginning of Term III. Friday, 12th.—A School Service was conducted in Open Period by Mr. Wood. Friday, 19th.—We were given some interesting information on the work of the U.N.A. by Miss Carter. Betty Evans and Gwenda Reed also spoke on different aspects of this subject. Thursday, 25th.—Back to School Day, Old Collegians thronged Fitchett Hall to enjoy another Assembly and the presentation of Bach's "Coffee Cantata" by Musical Appreciation girls. Welcome back to Old Collegians. Friday, 26th.—Under the auspices of the S.C.M. Dr. Hannah, on behalf of the Church Missionary Society, spoke to us on medical missionary work in Tanganyika. Staff Party. Prefects and Probationers were royally entertained by the staff. Does anyone claim this literary masterpiece, found after the Nursery Rhyme Competition? Mary had a little lamb, She spun its wool for Britain, And often on the tram you'd see Her busy sittin' knittin'. Her zeal and industry inspired The girls of M.L.C., So parcels by the score they packed And sent across the sea. October— Tuesday, 7th.—Egg Day. A few (eggs and donors) arrived in an unhappy condition, but, as usual, we broke our record. Three thousand, eight hundred and seventy-5;x (eggs).

Friday, 17th—Krome defeated Cato in a somewhat stormy debate on the subject; "Do Australians spend their leisure time profitably?" Tuesday, 28th.—Lower Middle School Swimming Sports won by Fitchett. Thursday, 30th.—The Middle School Choral Contests were won by Cato. Friday, 31st.—Miss Rita Snowden, a Methodist Deaconess and authoress, from New Zealand, under the auspices of the S.C.M., spoke to us in Open Period. Scripture Exam. See entry of 4th July for comment. November.— Monday, 2nd and Tuesday, 3rd.—Mid-term. Matric. girls rest before the great dash on the home stretch. Inter. and Pass girls, however, have the spurs well dug in! Thursday, 6th.—Exams. The diarists preserve an eloquent silence. Tuesday, 11th.—Remembrance Day commemoration. The address was given by the Rev. Dr. Donald Soper, of the West London Methodist Mission. Friday, 21st.—Swimming Sports. Congratulations to all competitors. Monday, 24th.-1Vlatric. girls joyfully (?) packed up their books and faced the thought of several days of solitary confinement on bread and books (mostly books) before the Great Trial. Wednesday, 26th.—The final School Communion Service was held at Auburn Methodist Church. December.— Friday, 5th.—Parents' Day. Parents and friends in bright array, Witnessed all a grand display, As they always do upon this day! (School please accept apology for the rhyme —the diarists are feeling the strain,, the muse has departed, the horror of the examinations is upon us, all, all is dark!) Friday, 12th.—Prize Reading. Speech Night.—"Good-bye, good luck to —B.P. and J.B. you."

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School Activities Devotional Notes "Jesus, if still the same Thou art, If all Thy promises are sure, Set up Thy kingdom in my heart, And make me rich, for I am poor." Devotional meetings have been held as usual every Wednesday morning during second and third terms, and it has been very pleasing to notice our increased numbers as the weeks have gone by. We have all felt an added interest, and a new spirit among ourselves in these small services, and the attendances, in comparison with those of first term, certainly testify to this fact. Early in second term, Mr. Wood discussed some questions such as "Who made God?" and "Does God take any notice of our prayers?" suggested by a library book, "Asking Them Questions." We have also heard more readings from Dr. Fosdick's "Meaning of Faith." This term some most inspiring chapters have been given from F. Noel Parker's "Christ's Way with People," and we have all come to realise more fully the enlightening conception of an active Christian as one who introduces other people to Christ. The prayers at these weekly services have also meant very much to us all. As was done several years ago in Devotional, some of us have led the others in prayer, finding added strength and confidence in both leading and following others. As the year progresses, these meetings are meaning more and more not only to those who are leaving school, but to those who are returning; and we continually wish that Christ's "Kingdom of an inward heaven" be set up not only in our hearts, but to enrich with its many blessings the hearts of all mankind.

Student Christian Movement. "Where two or three are gathered together in My name, there am I in the midst of them." —Matt. 19: 20. This year the activities of the Student Christian Movement have been restricted to second and third terms, owing to the preparation for the April Fair in first term. However, these two

terms have proved a help and inspiration to those who have paused during the rush of school to spend some time quietly to study and discuss subjects in our book, "The Word of Life." We are very grateful to the members of staff who have led us this year, and especially our presidents, Miss Horsman and Miss Jackson. Our first speaker for the year was Rev. H. L. Hawkins, who gave an Anzac Day address. Miss Withers gave an instructive talk on Korea, showing paintings done by children over there. Second term ended with an excellent address given by Father Tucker, stressing the necessity for the abolition of slum areas. Dr. Hannah came to speak to us on medical missionary work in Tanganyika, showing the' difficulties and rewards of a missionary-doctor. For our last speaker this year we hope to have Miss Rita Snowden. The Student Christian Movement has had several inter-school functions, including a church service and social evenings. S.C.M. members from several girls' schools spent an enjoyable time at a camp at Seaford in September, where M.L.C. was well represented. This year, owing to the many school activities we shall not hold a party, but are sending donations to the Brotherhood of St. Lawrence. —M.L.H.

Reception of Church Members The annual service for the Reception of Church members was held at Auburn Methodist Church on Sunday evening,. 9th November, 1947. The service was conducted by the Rev. E. H. 0. Nye, minister of Auburn Church, and the Principal, who preached the sermon upon the texts Ephesians 1: 1 and 6: 24 (Moffatt's version). Fifteen boarders were received into Church Membership, their names being: Marie Abell Joan Boyle Phyllis Cliff Peg Clifford Gwen Dakers. Pat Jarvis Joan Mason Evelyn Mintern

Anita Nielson Mary Rowe Beverley Start Valerie Thomas Jean Walsh Frances Woolhouse Lois Wurfel

—C. Stuart Tompkins. BASEBALL TEAM, 1947. Jocelyn Rogers. Noleen Ferris (capt.), Dawn Gunson, Heather Murdoch, Mary Briggs, Joan Rush, Anne Cockburn, Marjorie Behrendt, Betty Rose.

—C. Stuart Tompkins. BOARDERS' PREFECTS, 1947. Back Row: Shirley Kraetzer, Shirley Marquis, Marion Fenton (Wing Captains). Front Row: Betty Probst (Prefect), Joan Garden (Senior House Prefect), Margaret Hoskin (Prefect).

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the generous kindness of friends known and unknown." On two occasions last term, senior girls were invited to visit the Royal Melbourne Hospital and the Red Cross centres in Melbourne. This last invitation was accepted by the senior prefect, and the Matr-culation Social Service captains. We were first shown over their headquarters in Swanton Street, and then visited the Blood Bank in the Royal Melbourne Hospi• tal and part of the Heidelberg Military Hospital. House captains who visited the Royal Melbourne Hospital in connection with the Birthday League, later spoke about the excursion in Assembly during Open Period. The school can be justly proud of all the work done this year, and we would especially thank Miss Dahle and the Social Service staff for the time they have spent in making this year —M.C.J. such a success. Mission Notes This year has again proved an interesting and enjoyable one for the groups of girls who have helped at the Gipps Street, Collingwood, and Church Street, Richmond, Methodist Missions. The Richmond clubs have been held on Monday and Wednesday afternoons and the Collingwood on Tuesdays. We were asked early in the year if the various groups could attend for at least six weeks, and the response has been very gratifying, most of the girls preferring to continue this work during a whole term. This has been most beneficial in making it possible for both helpers and children to learn to know each other real y well. Craft work, which we have superintended throughout the year, has been particularly interesting among the juniors at CoRingwood. Here we have tried to give helpful suggestions in clay modelling, a fascinating, although very sticky, occupation; and have aided in the most amazing manufacture of quite pretty paper dolls from nothing but paper, string, and paste—in fact, we can even make attractive dolls from newspaper. At Richmond the younger children have given us many pleasant hours with their free painting periods, while at both clubs we have been very interested in the hand weaving done

by the older girls; although the large looms have usually proved to be beyond our somewhat limited skill. One evening at the end of last year, Sister Olive, of the Richmond Club, kindly gave us a most enjoyable party, while at Collingwood we were the delighted witnesses of a gymnastic display by the combined boys' and g,.r_s' clubs. During this year two or three of us have made plans to act as leaders in the children's holiday camps in January, while plans are also bein.z made for two of these city children to spend a fortnight on a country farm. Our interest in the missions has been considerably stimulated and increased by both these arrangements, and by the friendly atmosphere and work with the children themselves. We have all had a most enjoyable and profitable year at the clubs, and we should 1-ke to thank Miss Dahle for her interest and help in what is a branch of the Social Service work of the school, and also Sister Olive and Deaconess Norma for their constant, helpful suggestions to us. In conclusion, 1948 will be the third year of M.L.C.'s interest in the clubs, so that it may prove even better than 1947. For this aspect of our community life, it is to be hoped that more girls who are returning will become enthusiastic —B. P. helpers. Senior Mathematics Group After the many interruptions of first • term, the Senior Mathematics Group settled down to regular meetings at the beginning of Term II. Last term we were occupied with magic squares, fallacies, and problems which seemed terrible, but really were quite harmless if you could understand them. This term we have been meeting weekly and studying the growth of mathematics through the centuries. The Egyptians, we learnt, were quite clever at geometry (they had their pyramids to practise on) ; the Arabs' strongpoints were algebra and arithmetic, which were, no doubt, of use in their trading; many Greek discoveries were due to Archimedes, who thought of other things besides his principle of flotation; the ancient .Chinese and Hindus were also working out their ideas on various problems, a fact perhaps not as well known as others We have learnt about Leonardo of Pisa, Leonardo da

—C. Stuart Tompkins. TENNIS TEAM, 1947. Alison Lemmon (rapt.), Margaret Edgerton, Joyce Longmuir, Avril Heard, Heather Murdoch, Anne Goldsworthy, Roma Lemke, Marie Rowe, Barbara May.

—C. Stuart Tompkins. HOCKEY TEAM, 1947. Munro, Beverley Nicholls. (capt.), Betty Back Row: Ruth Steele, Winnie Greer, Diana Webster Front Row: Janet Barker, Alison Sandbach, Marion Fenton, Mary Briggs, Pat Bigelow.

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Vinci, Galileo, Descartes, Newton, and many other prominent men in the sphere of mathematics. We wish to thank Miss Kellaway- who has led our meetings, and who has worked untiringly to present the very interesting times we have enjoyed together. Sub-Intermediate Maths. Club The Maths. Club meet every alternate Wednesday, and provides for all present an interesting half-hour. Intricate problems and puzzles from books and papers are tackled, and in many cases solved by the quickest workers and explained to the others. Our thanks is due to our club leader, Miss Wilson. —Margaret Kerr, Lower V.e. Walking Club Notes "When shall we (all) meet again, In thunder, lightning or in rain?" This should be the Walking Club slogan for 1947, for on their three excursions rain was a notable feature of the climatic conditions. In first term, with Miss Slater as G.O.C., some ninety enthusiasts trudged from Hurstbridge via the great unknown, to Eltham. This route, it must be remembered, was pioneered through a mistake by a "Lost Party" in 1945. However, after the 1947 expedition, the route was officially adopted as a definite Walking Club hike. It must also be recalled that the party was nearly depleted by an irresponsible motor car and a well-stocked store. In second term a week-end hike was organised to Healesville at mid-term. On this occasion Miss B. Jackson and Miss L. Mitchell were chaperones. There were about 35 members in the party, but the rain did not dampen their spirits (only their clothes). During the days short hikes were undertaken, and at night "stunts" caused much amusement. A Grand Quiz was successfully organised, and the improvised "gong" (frying-pan) will ever be remembered. Another lasting memory will be the mass-disappearance of matches (and other things?) on the last night. The culprits were never discovered; let us hope they have active consciences. The last hike for the year was from Ringwood via Wonga Park, to Croydon. Only one mem-

ber knew the route, and she had the only map. Miss Slater, as "Chief Ray of Sunshine," kept everyone moving, but in great dismay it was discovered that the map had moved more quickly. In consternation the stranded :members ate their lunch. Eventually, after damp reconciliations, the party trickled homewards. "Does the road wind uphill all the way?" We would like to thank Miss Slater, Miss Jackson, and Miss Mitchell for their wonderful leadership, and its excellence has been shown in the friendly spirit of good will the hikes have fostered. —M.Y. The Prize Winner During the hilarious mid-year holiday, which was mostly spent marching in mud and wading in water, the merry members of the Walking Club partook in a Scavenger Hunt. Our select quartette put their heads together and determined to win (as everyone else did). One of the articles was to write the words of a song, set to any well-known tune. Here is the masterpiece, which greatly aided us in winning the hunt (sung to "John Brown's Body," with variations). HIKERS' SERENADE. Rain there is, but we are not dismayed, Mud there is, but we are not afraid, Ferns are dripping everywhere we go— But our spirits don't flag low! Chorus: Walking, walking, while it is raining, All the same, we're not complaining: Hiking, hiking is a grand thing And we mean it when we sing! Dripping, raining all the daytime, We vote we're having such a gay time. We don't worry if we're not dry, Or the sun's not in the sky. Chorus: (P.S.—Second verse sung to the tune of the chorus.) After that mighty effort our select quartette feasted on fruit cake dipped in clotted cream as a means of celebration. Hurrah for the cake and John Brown's Body! —J.B.H., Hon. VI.b., Cato.

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Camera Club "Oh, we belong to the Camera Club, Do you, do you, do you?" With the second term our Camera Club activities began in earnest. Miss Carter is president, Joan Garden, vice-president, and Gwen Beed, secretary. Mr. Chester was appointed to the new Kodak branch at Geelong, and Mr. Morrison has been visiting us every alternate Tuesday in his place. We congratulate Mr. Chester on his appointment, and sincerely thank Mr. Morrison for his unfailing interest in us, and our "cameraoddities." We have had many interesting talks, the point of "placing" our subjects being stressed. (We now make sure we have no weird twigs emerging from the ears, or bushes balancing on the top of heads of our photographic victims.) This term, wonderful . things have been happening. We have certainly been "in the dark" several times. The Cinema Room has been converted into a most convincing (?) dark—or nearly dark room—and we learnt the art of developing and printing. This proved really most exciting, and we all kept our fingers crossed while the film was being treated. On Mr. Wood's suggestion, our snaps were exhibited in the cloisters, and each week we decided to display a photo. taken by one of the members of the club, and criticised by Mr. Morrison, for the help of all photographers. We can't really call ourselves photographers yet, though we are improving, and are always learning new and interesting developments. At the end of this year we are losing Miss Carter, our "foundation member," and we will miss her interest and leadership; we do thank her for founding the club, and for the help she has given to make us a successful and happy C.C.; our best wishes go with her in her new position as Headmistress of Ipswich Girls' Grammar School. —J.A.G

The Walton Library Notes This year has been a very successful one for the Walton Library. The committee members have been exceptionally good, regular in attendance, and dependable in their work. One of the outstanding events of the year was a Book Review Contest, sponsored by Cheshire's Book Store. In the senior section the first prize was divided between Betty Macbirnie, who chose "Fame is the Spur" for her review; and Elizabeth Kent, who reviewed "Folly Bridge." The Intermediate prize was won by Louise Bateson, who wrote an excellent review on "The Great Australian Loneliness." The special prize for a review, "Arabian Adventures," was won by Janice McCready. The authoress of this book kindly came and presented the prizes. The puppet-amateurs, June Mullette, June Pettigrew, Beverley Webster, and Ervyn Hayes, under the direction of the assistant librarian, Miss Cock, have made good progress. They have met every Monday afternoon after school, have made their own puppets, and prepared a play which they presented to an interested audience. Library practice classes' prepared a very attractive display for Parents' Day. The girls were spurred on by the favourable comments Made by Mr. C. A. McCallum, chief librarian of the Public Library, when he visited the Parents' Day Exhibition last year. This year's work included projects on the History of Bcoks and Libraries, radio plays in the life of Melville Dewey, silhouettes, book reviews, book plates, and posters. Glen Saleeba, our Talks Officer, arranged four talks in the second half of the year. Dr. Fabini gave very helpful advice on "Book Reviewing," Mrs. Nance Donkin spoke on "The

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Woman Writer," Gwenda Beed reviewed "Citizen Tom Paine," and, after a visit to the University, Elizabeth Wood spoke on "The University Library." A group of nineteen enthusiasts spent an afternoon at the Public Library, where a display of ancient manuscripts, early printing and book-binding proved particularly interesting as the girls had studied these subjects in Library Practice lessons. We should like to thank Judith Leask, Senior Prefect for 1946, for her gift of "The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations," and Robin, Margaret, Faith, and David Fenton, who sent "Lorna Doone" and "Treasure Island" from England after receiving a food parcel from M.L.C. Finally, on behalf of the Committee and of the school, I would like to thank Mrs. Taylor and 'Miss Cock for everything they have done to help us in our 'reading. They are always anxious that we should make the best use of the Walton Library. —E.W. Alianc2 Francaise Remits. Dictee: Grade I. Honourable Mention: Mary Boulter, Margaret Kendrick, Alison Lukeis. Pass: Betty Sinclair, Lorna Buckman. Grade II.: Honourable Mention, Beverley Ball, Gwenda Beed. Grade Hughes.

III.: Honourable

Mention, Mary

Lecture and Conversation. Grade I.: Honourable Mention, Mary Boulter, Margaret Kendrick. Poetry. Grade I.: Honourable Mention, Margaret Kendrick, Judy Betheras, Betty Sinclair, Alison Lukeis, Betty Evans, Mary Boulter, Marilyn Riley. Grade II.: Honourable Mention, Gwenda Beed. Second Prize, Monica Wood; Grade Honourable Mention, Susie Lipton. Grade IV.: Honourable Mention, Noe le Russell.

Berry House "Yes, we're Berry, Oh, very much Berry." The House thanks all House officers, sports captain—Betty Rose—who has inspired us to swift, speedy efforts, and has led our sporting activities capably (we managed second place in hockey and aths!) ; life-saving representatives Beverley Nicholls and Alison Sandbach, and all members, for their support in 1947. Special thanks to our House Mistresses for their encouragement and interest in Berry activities. In our activities this year we have certainly tried, but haven't always managed, to reach the top. Senior athletic sports, our vigorous cheering made up for our lost victory, and we all cheered hard in the swimming sports, too! Congratulations to all who ran and swam. First term, Berry Debating Team, ably led by Betty Munro, and helped by Barbara Clarke and Joan Garden, loudly (though unfortunately not quite loudly enough), cried out against Cato, who insisted (successfully, too!) that "the tongue is mightier than the pen." Maybe Berryites aren't such good talkers as those Catonians! Congratulations, Cato, on your victory! Unfortunately, Senior House Choral Contests were not held this year—Berry was' after that cup—but all interest is now centred round the Middles, and Berry girls hope to repeat their success of last year in the Middle Choral Contests, with Estelle Binns as conductor and Janet Huntington as pianist. Four Pre's this year, and two Pro's—Berry has been quite richly endowed with these magnificent personages. We congratulate Betty Munro and Bev. Nicholls on receiving their colours for hockey, and Betty Rose on receiving her "re-date" for basket-ball. Second term, too, the four House Captains, with the Form Captain of Pre-Nursing, visited the Royal Melbourne Hospital and spoke (very convincingly and fluently!) in Assembly on their experiences during a very interesting tour of the hospital. Miss Dawe, who had been Berry leader for many years, left at the end of last year; however, in her place we welcomed Mrs. Nicol, and we say thank you to her on behalf of the House. To all those leaving, the House sends Berry Bestest Wishes and every success wherever they

SILVER AND GREEN be; to those returning—all the best for an excellent 1948 year, when all Berryians will work hard for their House, to make it "Berry Best." —J .A.G. Cato House As another year draws near its end, Cato girls can again look back with some pride at their achievements. During first term, an after-school party was held by the Senior Section of the House, at which Form representatives from the Middle School were our guests. We also reintroduced the custom of wearing house ribbon on the tunic. These were the beginnings of an attempt to build up a greater House unity. There were many requests for a House hike this term, but circumstances have prevented this from becoming more than an idea. Our efforts on the sports field have been most encouraging, this being largely due to the untiring efforts of the House Sports Captain, Marion Fenton. As a result, in the Combined House Average, we have gained first place in basket-ball and athletics, and second place in tennis. I feel most particularly grateful to Jennifer Holden, Middle School Sports Captain, who has never spared herself in leading sporting activities in that part of the House. She tells me, with some pride, that the Middle have won all their matches—surely a record? Unfortunately our life-saving enthusiasts are outnumbered by those of other Houses, despite the urgent appeals of Mwyn Shiel. We hope that this will serve as a warning, and not as an example, to the House in future years Cato again competed in the final Inter-House debate, but was defeated by Krome, who proved that Australians spent their leisure time unprofitably. This was not one of the best debates the school has heard, but we thank the team for the good work they have done, and the time they have spent. Probably because of the absence of the Senior House music contests in second term, more interest was taken in the Middle School contests, which took place in mid-term. Our girls did well, and enthusiasm ran high. Consequent!), we gained first place. Congratulations Gwenyth Dav'es, Marilyn Evans, conductor and pianist, and everyone else who worked so hard. Whether or not we gain the Winged Victory at the conclusion of the year will be decided by

the Senior swimming sports. In any case, we have pulled hard, and it is gratifying to know that there is a strong House coming on. Finally, I would like to express to Miss Horsman our sincere sympathy in her recent bereavement, and to thank her for her help and guidance as Senior House Mistress. We also thank Nancy Hackwell, Middle School House Captain, who has been most co-operative, and Lesley Cook and Jacqueline Cass in the Junior School, who have done their bit for Cato in a quiet and unassuming way. . . Let us then be up and doing.

—M.C.J. Fitchett House This year Fitchett has not been renowned for its victories,, but for its high and consistent standard, and great was the excitement when, at the end of first term, we gained the highest aggregate marks. However, in second term other Houses proved their ability in hockey, basket-ball, and tennis, and advanced to premier positions. Of course we wish that the best House may win, and as long as we realise that we do our best, we are contented, and congratulate the other House on its superior skill. This year the score for Life-saving has again been high, and we recognise the admirable work done by Robin Came, who has left for Canada, and Shirley Marquis. We also appreciate the excellent House spirit Of all life-savers. The Lower Middle members must be congratulated on their successes, especially this term. They won not only their athletic sports, but, also their swimming sports, and it is hoped that the Senior and Middle members will live up to the Junior reputation in the forthcoming swimming sports. Our Debating team, consisting of Judy Betheras, Margaret Holdsworth, and Jill Hickling, must also be thanked for their endless work, and we recognise the amount of preparation their debate entailed. The same fine Fitchett spirit was shown in the recent Middle House music contests. The attendances at practices was the best for many years, and the gaining of second place was a reward for all the patience and enthusiasm displayed. Monica Wood and. Valerie Hughes, as

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conductor and pianiste, showed excellent qualities, and we appreciated their tireless efforts. We wish to thank our Sports Captain, Marjorie Behrendt, for her careful organisation and leadership throughout the year, and also the prefects and probationers. We hope that the House means something to every member, and that its spirit will never weaken, for there is always a friendliness in the House. We hope that our new Senior Mistress, Miss Betts, now feels an established membet;• she has proved as efficient, capable and enthusiastic as our former leader, Miss Guyett, and we appreciate her interest as well as that of the other House mistresses. It does not really matter if we are top House or not. Inter-House activities are not designed for the joy of winning, but the joy of participation, so that if we enjoy doing our share we fulfil the House purpose. —M.Y.

Krome House This year has been a very good one for Krome, and we were ahead in the progress totals at the end of second term. However, others are not far behind, and every member of the House will have to do her best to put us on the way to win the Winged Victory. In the athletic sports we narrowly defeated Berry, and for this achievement we owe a great deal to Noleen Ferris, who once again has captained the sporting activities of the House. The Lower Middle. School did not do quite as well in athletics, and altogether, in aggregate totals, we were fourth. In second term we won the hockey and tennis, and came third in the basEt• ball contest. We are doing very well in life-saving, and we hope that Krotne will have the honour of winning the Blaxland Cup. We are grateful to Ruth Steele for her energy and enthusiasm; she has persuaded many girls that they could do lifesaving when they themselves did not know it. The swimming results are not as good, but we are coming third. The Senior music contests were not held this year, but the Middles practised hard, and succeeded in coming third. Congratulations, Cato! We wish to thank Lorraine Evans and Barbara Smith, and also the Senior girls who helped them.

Another good result was in debating, for Krome survived the first round against Fitchett, and went on to beat Cato, and therefore win the debating cup. Our winning team consisted of Della Hilton, Betty Evans, and Gwenda Beed, and the House congratulates them. We would like to thank Miss Kellaway, and the other House Mistresses, the Prefects and Probationers for their co-operation during the year. To all those who are leaving we wish the best of luck in the future, and we hope that those returning will do their best to maintain the position and honour for which we are striving. —D.W.

Boarders' Notes Tuesday, 27th May.—Beginning of Term II. and Practices for Birthday Night all in one breath. We returned from our May holidays full of life and vigour, ready for a good term's work, and with the date, 13th June, firmly fixed in our minds. Sunday, 1st June.—A number of Senior boarders were invited to a Youth Tea ac Auburn Church. Margaret Hoskin took part in the Youth Service afterwards in church. 5th June.—The Junior boarders presented "Merry Moments," a lunch-hour concert, for the Chapel Fund, raising a large sum and performing well. 13th June.—Date of Dates! Birthday Night, and lots of excitement and —, but for a comprehensive account please refer to "Birthday Night Notes." It certainly warrants a section of its own. 4th July.—Independence Day, Scripture exam. and long week-end! Quite a variety. We farewelled Shirley Bugge, too, who is leaving House this term, Rosemary Falconer taking her place. 8th July.—Back from long week-end, and — 10th July.—Leaving and Intermediate exams. begin, 'mid groans and moans. A party of Senior girls went to the Caulfield Town Hall to see the comic opera, "The Bartered Bride," and fully enjoyed the programme. 16th July.—Senior girls out again, this time to the Union Theatre, to see a performance of "Macbeth."

—C. Stuart Tompkins. ATHLETICS TEAM, 1947. Dorothy Belton. Michael, Shirley Blake, Catherine Fowles, Norma Rigby, Back Row: Leonie Middle Row: Robin Kaye, Frances Huntsman, Ailsa James, Joan Chipperfield, Audrey Oldfield, Noleen Ferris, Marion Smith. Front Row: Althea Dawes, Valerie O'Connor, Joan Oulton, Alison Newman, Beverley Bolle.

—C. Stuart Tompkins. BASKET-BALL TEAM, 1947. Cockburn, Noleen Ferris. Anne Rose, Betty (capt.), Robin Kaye, Dawn Gunson, Joan Williams, Mwyn Sheil

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26th July—Another great date—the Chapel Fund Concert—Boarders to the fore in choir and orchestra. 1st August.—Such painstaking preparations! Such tedious toilets, such care, such worry! Ah, but what rare results! Five delightful damsels on the evening of the 1st dressing so carefully—"Is my hair in place?" "Has my frock creased?" Yes, you have guessed, preparations in House for the Prefects' and Probationers' Dance. Unfortunately Shirley K. was not well, and we were sorry she missed the dance—and our dressing beforehand. It certainly was a great evening! 2nd August.—The place—Melbourne Town Hall, and the scene, the Wesley Choral Festival; the Boarders attended, some of us helping in selling programmes, and all of us enjoying the entire evening, especially the singing of the combined choir 'neath the baton of Mr. Wood. 3rd August.—Some stayed to a lantern lecture after church at Auburn—quite a full weekend. 14th August.—More groans, this time for the Honour girls. 21st August.—Matriculation exams. end, and 22nd August.—So does Term II. Everyone joyful again, high spirits prevail as we journey off for the holidays. 9th September.—Third term opens, and with it the Hospital. We had a few "measle" victims amongst both boarders and day girls. Our Sisters were kept busy, and when things were looking brighter, I don't think the measlites had a very bad time in their confinement within hospital walls. We said good-bye to Hazel Smith, Judy Cameron and Helen Kraetzer—and later, our youngest boarder, Annabel Pemberton, and we welcomed Joan Gibb, Althea Dawes, Elizabeth McCutcheon, and Christine McComb in their places. 12th September.—Miss Carter took a party of Matriculation girls to the National Theatre to see a performance of "A School for Scandal." We had a most enjoyable evening. 20th September.—A Saturday out, but those who stayed in were bravely taken to the Royal Melbourne Show by those two veterans, Miss Pearson and Miss Howard-Smith. From all

accounts they had a great day, no mishaps, no lost Boarders, no missed trains or trams, no regrettable episodes! Methinks our two mistresses have a permanent annual appointment from now on—and I do think they were courageous! 5th October.—This year, once again, the Boarders were invited to sing at a special Choral Service at the Camberwell Methodist Church on Sunday afternoon. • We practised certain hymns, led by Mr. Wood, with Margaret at the piano, with special descants to some; the choir girls prepared two anthems by Dr. Floyd; we had a special tram to take us and return us, and a very special afternoon tea to end off our extra-special afternoon. 1 1 th October.—Saturday out, but those who stayed in (again), were invited to Auburn to a farewell social given for Mr. Sutton Crow, who is relinquishing his position as organist there after thirty-six years. We had a very happy evening (could I just mention food again—the supper was lovely!), and on 12th October.—At church, the 'Boarders rose to great heights and ably sang the descant to two hymns at the request of Mr. Crow, as it was his last Sunday officiating at the organ. Such a round of social activities we are having, the term is simply flying by. Who said Boarders led a quiet life! 28th October.—Lower Middle School swimming sports. Under our red banner, House versus School. "Come on, House!" 31st October.—Mid-term holiday, thrills for everyone, though exams. begin very soon. 9th November.—Reception of Church members at Auburn Methodist Church. This is the special service for Boarders held each year, and again a number of girls became members, the service being an inspiration to all. 17th November.—Miss Poppins generously gave the Boarders an evening to show them beautiful pictures of Japan taken with B.C.O.F. 21st November.—Senior swimming sports— results not yet known—but you can hear our cry, "Come on, House —!" 23rd November.—The Boarders learnt Princess Elizabeth's favourite hymn-tune. "Crimond," in the afternoon, and sang it at the evening service at Auburn (Old Collegians' Annual Service).

SILVER AND GREEN 1st December.—"Quiet, please," and these notes must close; Matric. final exams commencing; languishing young ladies seen in the cloisters; feverish females seen on the terraces; ghastly ghosts of girls seen in the Form-rooms, and busy boarders with noses in books, or suitcases in hands, because it's "last week of term." And so, we must close, as must 1947. Thank you for this year, Miss Ball, and the resident staff; thank you Sisters and Mrs. Wood—we hope we've not been too much trouble—and thank you, Mr. Wood, from all of us—the Boarders. Best wishes to all, especially those leaving; as you stepped in to learn, may you step out to serve, and always remember your boarding days at M.L.C.; to those returning, may they sing "We are the Boarders" with renewed zeal and vigour, and work together for a very successful —J .A.G. 1948. Birthday Night Cake Take approximately 145 bright boarders, as many ideas as are available, a great quantity of spare time and, after careful inspection, leave for two to three weeks to prepare; gradually bring up to boil, when simmering, boiling point

having nearly been reached, remove from stove, taking just enough time to add a pinch of secrecy, and then the following ingredients, a busy afternoon (that has been prepared in a separate dish) mixed with a decorated hall, and a bright dining-room. Take boarders (now beautiful as well as bright, and also very excited), and mix all thoroughly, sweeten with a good Birthday Tea, a lovely Birthday cake, lit by Annabel, the youngest boarder, a tablespoonful of speeches and a presentation, a teaspoonful of congratulatory telegrams and two large cups of cheers and singing. Stir all well into a larger dish, and after having sprinkled in approximately 145 day girls, beat in a whole packet of joyful spirits. Ice well with a spicy programme, the brands of spices to include a West Wing operetta, two Top Flat Plays, and a song, "H.M.S. Pinafore," from East Wing, and a sketch and rousing songs and dances from Bottom Flat. To be more tasty, decorate with a scrumptious supper and an extra layer of cheers. Serve on a clear, fine night with lots of fun, —J.A.G.

—C. Stuart Tompkins. MADRIGAL SINGERS, 1947 (Broadcast several times on National Stations). Back Row: Phyllis Todner, June Dawkins, Arline Matthews, Margaret Abrahams, Roma Saunders, Margaret Hoskin, Lois Miller, Betty Evans, Elizabeth Kent. Front Row: Anne Miller, Mimi Ye s, Dorothy O'Donahoo, Jill Adams, Norma Eldridge, Faith Leach.

SILVER AND GREEN House Choral Contests, so we regarded our concert as a "three-in-one" effort. The Middle and Lower-Middle Schools held both a Recital and House Choral Contests during the third term.

1947—the eighth year of our music school's history. Each year seems to bring with it more girls, more work and more staff, and, incidentally, more pleasure and success. During this year we welcomed to our music staff Miss Isobel Carter, Mus.Bac., A.R.C.M. (piano and clarinet), Miss Audrey McPherson, Dip.Mus. (singing), Miss H. Hollingbery, L.R.A.M. (piano), Miss Eileen Maley, L.A.B., Dip.Mus., and Miss Nancy Braithwaite, Mus. Bac. (violin). We said farewell at the end of second term to Mrs. A. Martin (violin). The music scholarships, again judged by Dr. Floyd, were awarded to the following girls: Senior Piano Scholarship (gift of E. A. Wright, Esq.), Roma Saunders and Margaret Hoskin. Singing Scholarship (gift of the late Sir Aaron Danks), Shirley Kraetzer. Open Scholarship (gift of Mrs. A. E. Alcock), Dorothy O'Donahoo (singing). Orchestral Scholarship (gift of Mrs. Karl Kumm), Valerie Hughes (clarinet) and Barbara Johnson (cello). Original Composition (gift of "Orpheus"), Faith Leach and Beverley Nicholls. Orchestral Scholarship (gift of Mrs. F. J. Cato), Glen Salee6a (flute) and Phyllis Todner (flute). Intermediate Piano (gift of Miss Lorna Stirling), Joan Willis and Joan Nicholls. Junior Piano Scholarship (gift of Miss Annie Danks), Anne Orchard. Musical Perception (gift of Mrs. A. W. Downing), Shirley Kraetzer. Owing to the increased amount of talent, and the decreased number of scholarships available this year, there is a great number of girls sharing scholarships. The highlight of our music life at M.L.C. this year—and probably for many years to come— was our Chapel Fund Concert in which old and present girls combined to give an evening of choral and orchestral music. It was not possible to arrange a Senior Music Recital or Senior

At the end of second term Miss Alison Hall gave the parents an exhibition of the class work undertaken by the Junior School .during the year. Miss Bazeley's Musical Appreciation Groups performed Bach's "Coffee Cantata" on Back to School Day, Miss Slater ably taking the last rehearsals. A party of girls has attended the Celebrity Concerts during the year. Occasionally groups have attended B.M.S. concerts. During second term Mr. Dallas Haslam gave a recital in the Music Hall. Result—a stiff hand for Mr. Haslam after he had signed the piles of autograph books left for his signature. The gifted artists, Dora Wilner (vocalist) and Gerhard Wilner (pianist), gave us a recital. Our grateful thanks go to the artists. The V.S.M.A. arranged a Schools' Orchestral Festival. The orchestras of many schools combined for three specified pieces, conducted by Mr. R. Fehmel, and later each school gave an individual item. The Schools' Chamber Music Festival, when groups from different schools performed, proved to be interesting and enjoyable. The girls of the Senior Madrigal Groups have had a very successful year. They made permanent recordings for the A.B.C., and also gave a live broadcast. During third term we have been without our Music Director, Miss Ruth Flockart, who is on leave of absence for health reasons. We are looking forward to her return next year, when she will be able to take again her place as the centre of the Music School. Miss Flockart's duties have been divided amongst various members of the music staff —Miss Winifred Mitchell acting as director, Miss Bazeley taking Special Choir, and Miss Walklate, the orchestra. Miss Bazeley and Mr. Wood will conduct us at Speech Night, and, although we will certainly miss Miss Flockart, we are confident that in our deputy leaders the high standard of M.L.C. will be maintained.

SILVER AND GREEN The girls appreciate the work of all members of the music staff during this strenuous year.

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"Ringingly fresh . and well-attuned girls' voices in ensembles, ranging from a small conductorless madrigal group to a choir of 800, were heard on Saturday night at the Melbourne Town Hall in the Methodist Ladies' College Chapel Fund Concert."—"Sun News Pictorial." This year the school held two great efforts to raise money for our Chapel Fund. The first of these was the April Fair, the other the Chapel Fund Concert held on 26th July. That night was the climax of the work of the music school for 1947, after which we felt very elated for a few weeks. Miss Ruth Flockart, who has been for many years the director and active leader of all our

musical activities, came into contact with the girls more than ever during the weeks of preparation. The "Herald" paid a tribute to Miss Flockart in saying that she is "a most able and exacting musician who has an apparently inexhaustible reserve of enthusiasm and the ability to transfer it to her students." We heartily agree. We began practising in a small way with just the school groups. Soon the old girls who had enrolled for the choir and orchestra began their practices on Monday evenings. Later, the orchestras combined for practices on Saturdays. The last two Saturdays combined rehearsals were held when the full choir and orchestra,

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composed of both old and present girls, met together. The final rehearsal was in the Town Hall on the Thursday morning. The night itself was the first time every one of our forces had been gathered together. As the programme progressed we were drawn into the spirit of the singing, and during the last chorus we thought of that time when "Halle. lujah" would be sung in our own chapel. We would like to thank those members of staff who worked behind the scenes, and were responsible for the orderly manner in which the girls walked to and from their positions. Mention must be made also of the stage managers— about twenty of our girls—who managed the stage arrangements of the evening with skill. The programme was as follows: Part I. 1. Unison Songs— Parry (a) "Jerusalem" Thomas Wood (b) "This England" (c) "The Ballad of London River" John Borland The School and Past Students' Choir. 2. Old English Madrigals— (a) "Come, Merry Lads, Let Us Away." . Henry Youll (b) "Lullaby, My Sweet Little Baby" . William Byrd (c) "All Creatures Now are Merry Minded" John Bennet The School Madrigal Singers. 3. Instrumental Trio. Sonata in D Major, No. 8, for Flute, Viola, and Piano, "Sarabonda and Allegro Assai" Jean Leclair Phyllis Todner, Beverley Nicholls, and Margaret Hoskin. 4. Part Songs— (a) "Fly, Singing Bird, Fly," Edward Elgar (b) "Like to the Damask Rose," . . Edward Elgar (c) "To the Nightingale," Richard Wassell Special Choir (Past and Present Students). 5. Instrumental.— Double Concerto in D Minor for Two Violins and Piano. "Largo, Ma Non Tanto" J. S. Bach Marie Bull, Lillian Drummond and Robin Wright.

6. Sacred Part Songs— A. E. Floyd (a) "Heaven of Heavens" . (b) Motet: "Hear My Prayer," Mendelssohn Special Choir (Past and Present Students). Part II. 1. Orchestral— Suite for Strings and Woodwind, Henry Purcell, from "The Dramatic Musick." Arr. by John Barberolli. School Orchestra (Past and Present Students) 2. National Airs, with Descants— (a) "The Lass of Richmond Hill" (English) (b) "David and the White Rock" (Welsh). (c) "Golden Slumbers" (English). (d) "Ye Banks and Braes" (Scotch). The School and Past Students' Choir. 3. English Folk Songs— (a) "A Dark-eyed Sailor" Arr. by Vaughan Williams. (b) "Brisk Young Tailor," Arr. by R. 0. Morris. (c) "Seventeen Comes Sunday," Arr. by R. 0. Morris. The Tudor Singers. 4. Nursery Rhymes— Walford Davies (a) "Valentine" . . (b) "Lullaby" and "Wee Willie Winkie" Walford Davies (c) "T'other Little Tune," Walford Davies The School Choir. 5. Instrumental Trio— "Tarantelle," Op. 6, for Flute, Clarinet and . . C. Saint Saens Piano . . and John Hayes. Ross Meryl Walklate, Audrey Choruses— 6. Handel (a) "And the Glory of the Lord" (Messiah) Arr. by Ernest Read. (b) "Hallelujah Chorus" (Messiah) . . . Arr. by G. Oakey Special Choir and Orchestra (Past and Present Students). The whole concert was under the direction of Miss Ruth Flockart, with Dr. A. E. Floyd at the organ, and Miss Alison Hall and Margaret Hoskin as accompanists. We hope that every person in the audience enjoyed the programme, and that they agreed

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University Conservatorium Results 1947 (Matriculation Results are not yet available.)

Piano. Grade I.—Honours, Margaret Hoskin, Roma Saunders, Norma Buckman. Credit: Joan Willis, Betty Evans. Grade II.—Honours: Dorothy Haynes, Lois Gardiner, Valerie Gillies, Arline Matthews. Credit: Margaret Annett, Valerie Hughes, Peggy Day, Anne Goldsworthy, Betty Quill, Valerie Dutneall. Pass: Enid Yen, Valerie Shinkfield, Barbara Johnson, Beverley Ball, Laurel Lockwood, Marjorie Winburn, Evelyn Close, Patricia Kirner. Grade III.—Honours: Mary Patten, Marjorie Atkinson, Jill Hickling, Lois Campbell, Gwyneth Davies, Esther Evans, Mary Rowe, Beverley Bath, Beverley Bolle, Norma Cox, Helen Gellie, Anne Orchard, Dorothy Searl. Credit: Lesley Barclay, Alma Bishop, Jean Glasgow, Enid Adams, Pamela Henry, Ruth Holland, Alethea Sandow, Bridget Israel, Shirley Rush, Helen Gwillam, Norma Fowles, Eve Rosenblatt. Pass: Dawn McDougall, Valerie Thomas, AiIsa James, Patricia Tasker, Patricia Griffin, Joan Jewell. Grade IV.—Honours: Jill Hickling, Bae Gillespie, Yvonne Gray, Helen Griffith,, Shirley Hanton, Margaret McCord, Monica Wood. Credit: Alison Rush, Elaine Church, Jocelyn Dewar, Elisabeth Tweddell, Beverley Bamfor.d, Ann Williams, Jocelyn Rogers, Nancy Batt, Joan Peace. Pass: Eve!yn Mintern, Margaret Fitch. Grade V.—Honours: Elizabeth Duncan, Judith Curtis, Jane Elton. Credit: Helen Gla:gow, Elaine Cornwell, Robin Griffiths, Evelyn Mintern, Beverley Lees, Phyllis Cliff, Laurie Lomas, Myrna Marks, Margaret Renk'n, Lois Yen. Pass: Norma Bunny, Barbara Williams, Valerie Hogg, Margaret Laity, Isla Hawkins, Valda Heraud. Grade VI.—Honours: Margaret Scott, Rosemary Reed, Elizabeth Duncan, Sheryl Fisher,

Fay Sutherland, Janet Brewster, Rae Lechte, Merrole Lomas, Janet White, Diana Yorston, Margaret Anderson, Bertina Curcio, Jill Davy., Margaret Harry, Elaine Schuch. Credit: Judith Evans, Dorothy Jeffrey, Davida Switson, Verna Cook, Jean Webster, Yvonne Deeble, Valerie Weule, Gillian Anderson, Fay Renshaw, Jill Beaconsfield. . Preparatory.—Pass: Anne Sneddon, Audrey Wilson, Judith Irwin, Elpinike Demetric, Patsy Pederick. Singing. Grade IV.—Credit: Peggy Day. Violin. Grade I.—Pass: Noleen Ferris. Grade II.—Pass: Constance Williams. Grade VI.—Honours: Pearl Shue. Credit: Laelia Burke. Cello. Grade IV.—Honours: Jean Dalgliesh. Grade V.—Honours: Mary Rowe. Viola. Grade V.—Honours: Margaret Hoskin. Flute. Grade II.—Honours: Phyllis Todner, Valda Vaughan. Grade III.—Honours: Valda Vaughan. Pass: Margret Sheer. Grade IV.—Honours: Beverley Bull. Theory. Grade IV.—Honours: Beverley Bolle, Norma Fowles,. Hazel Smith, Monica Wood, Patricia Kirner, Norma Cox, Esther Evans, Valerie Hughes, Glen Saleeba, Helen Wedd, Shirley Rush, Patricia Tasker, Helen Gwillam, Joan Jewell, Jean Glasgow, Ruth Lechte, Dorothy Searl. Credit: Evelyn Close, Mary Rowe, Pamela Henry, Beverley Bath. Pass: Estelle Binns, Margaret Mitchell, Eve Rosenblatt. Grade V.—Honours: Anne Hawthorne, Enid Adams, Anne Goldsworthy, June Homer, Alison Rush. Credit: Yvonne Gray. Grade VI.—Honours: Helen Griffiths (100 per cent.), Bae Gillespie, Rae Lechte, Pauline Lee, Margaret McCord, Jocelyn Rogers, Merle Riches.

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Theory and Harmony. Grade IL—Honours: Valda Vaughan, June Dawkins, Joy Richmond, Joan Sebire, Enid Yen, Barbara Johnson, Roma Saunders, Marion Thomson. Credit: Valerie Gillies, Peggy Day. Pass: Laurel Lockwood. Grade III.—Honours: Mary Hughes (100 per cent.), Dorothy Haynes, Lois Wurfel, Shirley McAllister, Helen Anderson, Joan Mason, Margaret Annett, Joan Addinsall, Ruth Holland, Bridget Israel, Mary Patten. Credit: Dione Cohen, Arline Matthews, Marjorie Winburn. Pass: Jean Featherstone, Dorothy O'Donahoo.

Musical Perception. Grade I.—Honours: Margaret Hoskin. Pass: Shirley Michael, Jill Hickling. Grade II.—Honours: Beth Baker, Lois Miller, Phyllis Todner, June Yates, Norma Eldridge. Grade III.—Honours: Joan Boyle. Credit: Marjorie Atkinson, Beverley Ball, Shirley McAllister. Pass: Nancy Batt. Grade IV.—Honours: Beverley Bamford, Ailsa James, Valerie Thomas, Lois Gardiner,. Betty Quill. Credit: Phyllis Cliff, Ann Williams. Pass: Shirley Kraetzer.

Jerome of Charlotte Bronte's "Jane Eyre." After many tests the cast was chosen, and play rehearsals began. II.—The Tragedy.

I.—The Introduction. Dramatic work is very popular at M.L.C. In fact, it is so popular that Miss Dwyer and Miss Illingworth lead between them two senior . and four junior dramatic groups. And what do we do in "Dramatic"? Well, during first term this year we learned how to express ourselves on the stage—to show emotion, to create atmosphere, and to give an actual expression of someone else. This was very valuable, as it helped us to understand other people. Then, too, we acted little playlets, and made tableaux on the stage, which were helpful to us in many ways—and were really great fun. And, too, the whole of first term "Dramatic" helped us in overcoming any selfconsciousness any of us might feel. Then we passed onto something bigger—a play. This was a dramatisation by Helen

The most important thing in the production of a play is for every girl actually to become her character, on stage at least. Some girls in our play did that quicker than others. Dorothy .Wight,,, for example, "became" Mr. Rochester almost immediately, and would have given an outstanding performance. Finally, we all began to find ourselves—and the play began to move. But, just as our play was within a few weeks of production, we discovered we could not get the scenery for it. And we had to drop the play. This was the tragedy of "Dramatic" this year. Miss Dwyer had made daily excursions to 'the theatre—but all in vain. I do not know who was more disappointed, Miss , Dwyer or the cast. But at least the cast had gained experience, which will always be valuable to them. The Cast was (in order of appearance) : . . Betty Munro Marjorie Morton . . Della Hilton . Glen Saleeha Dorothy Weight Lesley Cook . . Jill Adams . Barbara Clarke Dorothy Cussons

Mrs. Fairfax . Leah Jane Eyre . . Grace Poole . . Mr. Rochester . . Adele Maniac . Lousia Ashton . Amy Ashton .

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. Beverley Ball Colonel Dent Elizabeth Kent Lady Ingram Judy Betheras Blanche Ingram . . Rosemary Orr Lord Ingram Diana Webster Mr. Ashton Joan Hollings Footman Janice Ross Rev. Ward Gwenda Beed Ruggs Denise Bradley Mason . . . Diana Ward Diana Rivers . . Margaret Rees Hannah . . . . . . Margaret Holdsworth St. John Rivers The tragedy over, we endeavoured to recover.

The number of girls entering for the University Art of Speech examination has also increased this year, and M.L.C.'s record of 100 per cent. successes in all grades, has remained unbroken. (For details see below.) These results, together with the general desire throughout the school for a higher standard of speech, are largely due to the efforts of the Art of Speech staff, and for this we thank and congratulate them. Especially do we thank Miss Dwyer for her tireless enthusiasm and excellent example. Let us remember Emerson's remark: "All the great speakers were bad speakers at first."

—B.J.M.

III.—The Recovery. After one unhappy Wednesday, we began to enjoy "Dramatic" again. Many of us found that we had more confidence, and also we seemed to know the girls a great deal better. Then we decided to try an experiment. We were divided into five groups, and each was to prepare a ten-minute radio play, to be broadcast through the Music Hall microphone to Fitchett Hall. The actual experiment has not yet been carried out, but we think the results will be 'good. In spite of its disappointment, we have all enjoyed our dramatic work this year, and we wish to thank Miss Dwyer and Miss Illingworth for all we have been taught, and for all the experience we have gained. —D.M.H.

Art of Speech Australians have been criticised many times for their low standard of speech, but if the enthusiasm at M.L.C. for this subject is any indication, then things should be very different in the future. This year more girls than ever are taking the excellent opportunities we have for studying this subject, and it has been difficult to accommodate them all. The increase has been particularly noticeable in the Junior School, and the work there has been undertaken by Miss Kendrick, an Old Collegian, who joined the staff this year. At the school church service in first term, one of the lessons was repeated by Judy Betheras, Marion Fenton, Alison Lemmon, Audrey Pearce, and Mimi Yees.

Examination Results, 1947. Grade I.—Practice, Pass: Betty Munro. Theory, Pass: Betty Munro. Grade IL—Practice. Honours: Betty Munro, Jill Adams, Merle Purser. Theory, Pass: Betty Munro, Jill Adams. Grade III.—Honours: Barbara Clark. Pass: Judith Bell. Grade IV.—Honours: Helen Tewksbury. Credit: Diane Thieler, Verna Cook, Nathalie Johnston. Grade V.—Pass: Anne Orchard. Grade VI.—Honours: Credit: Shirley Elbaum.

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Parents' Association Notes The year 1947 has been a very interesting one for our Association. Many parents helped in various ways at the April Fair, raising £729/18/2, and having much enjoyment in the process. We have held three meetings, at the first of which Mr. Wood and Mr. McCutcheon, spoke, and showed slides illustrating types of architecture in various chapels. At the second meeting Miss Wilson and Mr. McKnight were the speakers, and gave us much to think about regarding methods of study in the Middle school, and science for senior girls. At the final meeting, Mr. R. K. Whately, M.A., M.L.A., spoke on "Choosing Careers for Girls," a subject which vitally interested all parents present. He gave much practical help. At all meetings parents were able to discuss with members of staff matters of interest concerning their girls. From the Association funds wa gave £5/5/- to

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Detailed Results of the Combined Sports.

Flat Race (Open), 100 yards: M.L.C., 1; Toorak College, 2; M.C.E.G.G.S., 3. Flat Race (under 16), yards: 100 M.C.E.G.G.S., 1; M.L.C., 2; P.L.C., 3. We have 345 members, and would welcome Flat Race (under 14), 75 yards: P.L.C., 1; all who have not yet joined, at the first meson; M.C.E.G.G.S., 2; Morongo, 3. for 1948. This meeting will be held at the Flat Race (open), 75 yards: M.L.C., 1; school on Friday, 12th March, at 8 p.m., and Toorak College, 2; P.L.C., 3. Mr. Wood will speak, the subject being: Flat Race (under 16), 75 yards: Morongo, 1; "Should Parents and Teachers Influence Gir13' Toorak College, 2; M.C.E.G.G.S., 3. Opinions?" Flat Race (under 14), 50 yards: P.L.C, 1; M.L.C., 2; M.C.E.G.G.S., 3. —Jessie I. Lukeis. High Jump (open) : M.C.E.G.G.S., 1; M.L.C. 2; Toorak College, 3. Baseball Throwing (under 16): Toorak College, 1; Morongo, 2; M.C.E.G.G.S., 3. Baseball Throwing (under 14) : M.L.C., 1; M.C.E.G.G.S., 2; Morongo, 3. High Jump (under 16): M.C.E.G.G.S., 1; Toorak College, 2; P.L.C. and M.L.C., equal 3. Baseball Throwing (open): St. Catherine's, 1; M.L.C., 2; M.C.E G.G.S., 3. Ball Game (under 14): M.L.C., 1; Athletic Notes M.C.E.G.G.S., 2; P.L.C., 3. Circular Relay (under 16): M.L C., This year our athletic teams have been quite successful, especially the Juniors, who have won M.C.E.G.G.S., 2; St. Catherine's, 3. all their races. Everyone has been very enthusEgg and Spoon Relay (under 14) : Toorak iastic, and wishes to thank Miss Perkins for her College, 1; Morongo, 2; M.L.C., 3. helpful coaching of the teams. Circular Relay (open): P.L.C., 1; M.L.C., 2; St. Catherine's 3. We were invited to St. Catherine's and St. Potato Race (under 14) : P.L.C., 1; M.L.C., Margaret's sports, where we were unsuccessful, 2; Morongo, 3. but at Tintern's, Ruyton's, and our own sports Ball Game (under 16): Morongo, 1; St. we won. Catherine's, 2; M.C.E.G.G.S., 3. Flag Relay (under 14): M.L.C., 1; Toorak Next year the M.L.C. flag will again fly at the College, 2; Morongo, 3. Combined Sports, for we won with points to Ball Game (open) : M.L.C., 1; Toorak Colspare. Our relay team for them were: lege, 2; Clyde, 3. Egg and Spoon (under 14): M.L.C., 1; Open: D. Belton, P. Bigelow, A. Dawes, M. Fenton, N. Ferris, S. Michael, A. Newman, L. Toorak College, 2; P.L.C., 3. Flag Relay (under 16): M.L.C., 1; P.L.C., 2; Rigby. St. Catherine's, Toorak College, equal 3. Under 16: C. Blake, N. Fowles, H. Heath, A. Flag Relay (open): M.L.C. 1; M.C.E.G.G.S., James, R. Kaye, N. Lomax, V. O'Connor, A, 2; P.L.C., 3. Oldfield. Sack Race (under 14): P.L.C., 1; St. Catherine's and Morongo, equal 2. Under 14: J. Barrow, B. Boile, P. Brown, J. Ball Game (under 16) : Clyde, 1; Toorak Chipperfield, B. Dusting, J. Fowler, F. Hunts- College, 2; M.L.C., 3. man, J. Wappet. Obstacle Relay (under 14): M.C.E.G.G.S.. 1; —A.N. St. Catherine's, 2; Morongo, 3.

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half-back, R. Steele; centre halfCircular Relay (under 14): M.L.C., 1; Barber; left ; right half -back, R. Came; Nicholls B. back, M.C.E.G.G.S., 2; P.L.C., 3. left inner, M. Briggs; Greer; W. wing, left Ball Game (open): M.L C., 1; Morongo, 2; centre-forward D. Webster (capt.) ; right inner, Clyde, 3. M. Fenton (vice-capt.); right wing, S. Gilliam. Sack Relay (under 14) : P.L.C., 1; Toorak Both A. Sandbach and B. Holland played in College, 2; Morongo, 3. several matches. The season had just finished Total Scores: M.L.C. (671 pts.), 1; when we lost one of our band, R. Came, who M.C.E.G.G.S. (36), 2; Toorak College and sailed for Canada, and we wish her every sucP.L.C. (311), equal 3; Morongo (24), 5; St cess. Colours were awarded to M. Briggs, B. Catherine's (131) , 6; Clyde (7) , 7. Munro, B. Nicholls and D. Webster. We would like to thank Launceston M.L.C. Baseball for a good match and we hope we will be able Our enthusiasm for baseball at the beginning to visit them some time and play a return one. of 1947 was great, as six of last year's team The staff match was very thrilling, particureturned. larly for their goalie, Mr. McKnight, who After much consideration the team was saved many goals amid much excitement. The chosen as follows: A. Cockburn, pitcher; D. final score was 3-2 and we wish to thank the Gunson (vice-captain), catcher; M. Briggs, 1st staff for an enjoyable match. base; J. Rogers, 2nd base; H. Murdoch, 3rd The second eleven was captained by M. Yees, base; B. Rose, short stop; J. Rush, R.O.F.; N. and they showed great enthusiasm throughout Ferris (captain), G.O.F.; R. Kaye, L.O.F. the season, particularly on the day of the Although we won only four matches, we have match against Fintona. They won four matches and lost one. The juniors, although a very played some very exciting games. young team, have shown a keen interest and matches The Middle and Senior Inter-House determination in all their matches regardless of have and sm enthusia have aroused much their opponents' size. This was particularly true brought to light several promising players. of the goalie. There was a slight alteration in the team durThe hockey team wishes to thank Miss Pooler R. and t ing the year, M. Fenton, M. Behrend her help and advice, and for the energy and for Lechte playing in several matches. enthusiasm she has shown. We also extend our All the members of the team wish to thank thanks to Miss Ferguson, who coached the Miss Perkins for spending so much time with junior team. us in valuable coaching, which has been of Results of the matches: Laur,ston d. M L.C., great benefit to all, and we wish the team of M.C.E.G.G.S. d. M.L.C., 4-1; M.L.C. d. 1-0; 1948 the very best of luck. Ruyton, 4-2; M.L.C. d. Fintona, 5-0; Gee—N.M.F. long d. M.L.C., 2-1; M.L.C. d. Ruyton, 5-4; 7-3; M.L.C., d. M.L.C. Launceston Hockey Notes d. M.L.C. 6-1; M.L.C., d. .G.S. M.C.E.G The hockey season started very early in Catherine's, 4-2; St. d. M.L.C. 8-0; , Fintona second term, for we only had a short term in M.L.C. drew with Geelong, 1-1; M.L C. d. which to play, and therefore we had to take , 6-1; Ruyton d. M.L.C., 3—Z. Tintern advantage of every spare minute. Unfortunately —D. W. only three of last year's team came back, and Miss Pooler had great difficulty in choosing the Basket -ball team, for she had not seen us play before. the Once again the Inter-House matches opened Although we did not win every match, was there for us, basket-ball season and proved to be one of help to the could weather did all it the most exciting and keenly followed Interonly one match postponed. tions. We congratulate the senior After many practices and changing of posi- House competi Cato teams on their sucMiddle and Krome B. tions the final choice was made: Goalie, cesses. J back, ; right Bigelow P. Munro; left back,

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Practices for the school team began with so many enthusiastic players that it was only after a great deal of consideration that Miss Perkins was finally able to choose the first team. It consisted of Betty Rose (vice-capt.), goaler; Noleen Ferris, attack; Dawn Gunson, attack wing; Anne Cockburn, centre; Robin Kaye, defence wing; Joan Williams, defence; Mwyn Sheil (capt.), goal defence. Helen Terrell was emergency and Marjorie Behrendt played in one match as defence. The standard was very high, due to the untiring coaching of Miss Perkins, and the extremely good team work and systematic play shown by the girls. We had more matches this year and are proud to say that the first team won every match, and were premiers for 1947. We were very pleased to welcome M.L.C., Launceston, and we were able to beat their previously undefeated team. The second senior team was most successful, winning all but one of its matches, which it drew. The juniors, who were coached by Miss Johnston, also showed a high standard of play, their evidence being their results. The first juniors won all their matches except one and the second juniors were undefeated. Green blazer awards were made to Betty Rose (colours), Noleen Ferris (re-date), Dawn Gunson (colours), Anne Cockburn (colours), Joan Williams (colours), Mwyn Sheil (re-date). All members of the teams wish to express their appreciation to Miss Perkins and Miss Johnston for their invaluable coaching and support. Tennis Notes At the beginning of Second Term the tennis courts were again filled with enthusiastic girls. After much consideration the team was chosen as follows: 1st pair—A. Lemmon (captain), M. Rowe. 2nd pair—R. Lemke, A. Goldsworthy. 3rd pair—H. Murdoch, M. Edgerton. 4th pair—A. Heard (vice-captain), J. Longmuir. The first emergency, Barbara May, also played in three matches. We had a moderately successful term, losin3 only two matches, both to M.C.E.G.G.S., whom we must congratulate on going through the year undefeated. We had a delightful day for our match at

G.C.E.G.G.S., and wish to thank the school for their hospitality, which made our trip a very happy one. The second team played well, but did not have a very successful term owing to the unsettling influence of frequent . changes in the team caused by various school functions. The junior team is showing great promise, and we are looking forward to a first-ciass senior team in a few years. Two girls received their colours this year, Anne Goldsworthy and Alison Lemmon (redate), and to them we offer our congratulations. The tennis championships have not been completed, because we hope to be able to play the finals on Parents' Day, 5th December. M.L.C. had some successes at the Elsternwick Schoolgirls' Tournament, Anne Goldsworthy winning the under 15 singles, and Barbara May and her partner the under 16 doubles. Beverley Malcolm won the under 13 singles and, with Jo Rogers, was runner-up in the under 13 doubles, while Jo Rogers and Bettine Dusting were runners-up in the under 14 doubles. The highlight of the season was a match between the staff and the School, which was won by the staff, the scores being: 2 rubbers, 6 sets, 51 games to 2 rubbers, 4 sets, 48 games, and to them we extend our heartiest congratulations. The team enjoyed this match immensely, and sincerely hopes that further matches of this nature may be arranged in the near future. Mrs. Hunt coached us throughout the year, and her enthusiasm and interest were an inspiration. To her and to Miss Perkins we extend our grateful thanks. Results of matches: M.L.C. v. M.C.E.G.G.S.—M.C.E.G.G.S., 3 rubbers, 7 sets, 46 games to 1 rubber, 2 sets, 37 games. P.L.C. v. M.L.C.—M.L.C., 3 rubbers, 6 sets, 46 games, to 1 rubber, 4 sets, 43 games. G.C.E.G.G.S. v. M.L.C.—M.L.C., 4 rubbers, 8 sets, 58 games to 0 rubbers, 2 Lets, 31 games. M.C.E.G.G.S. v. M.L.C.—M.C.E.G.G S , 3 rubbers, 6 sets, 47 games to 1 rubber, 3 sets, 30 games. M.L.C. v. P.L.C.—M.L.C., 2 rubbers, 4 sets, 37 games to 2 rubbers, 4 sets, 32 games. M.L.C. v. G.C.E.G.G.S.—M.L.C., 4 rubbers, 8 sets, 53 games to 0 rubbers, 1 set, 19 games. —A.M.L.

SILVER AND GREEN Swimming Notes Because repairs had to be made to the pool this year did not begin until the day of the heats for the Senior swimming sports on 7th March. This was. probably the reason that no records were broken, although the swimming was 3611 of a high standard. After an exciting afternoon Cato won with 79 points, followed by Krome with 74, Fitchett 701, and Berry 274. The Lower Middle School sports were held on 28th October, and resulted in a win for Fitchett with 46 points, Krome 36, Berry 35, and Cato 22. The third term senior sports are yet to be held, and will enlarge the present House totals, which are Berry 624, Cato 101, Fitchett 1164, Krome 110. M.L.C. took part in the Inter-School events at the M.C.E.G.G.S. sports early this term, but as we had arrived prepared for individual races instead of team races, we had more fun than fortune. Two teams, hastily made up of those present, gained third place. The Life-saving also suffered by the late start in swimming, so that our points for 1946-1947 year only amounted to 1687. We came second in the Royal Life-Saving Society's premiership

list, the premiers being the Police Force with 4000 points. Once again M.L.C. gained the Wilma Yarborough Lewis Cup for the ladies' club with the highest points, and the G. F. Garden Cup for the greatest number of Resuscitation Certifi.cates. At the beginning of the year House Lifesaving representatives were elected as follows: Berry, A. Sandbach; Cato, M. Sheil; Fitchett, R. Came and S. Marquis; Krome, R. Steele. With the Blaxland Cup as the goal, competition between the Houses has been very keen and s far a total of 1009 points has been reached, and we hope many more will be added before the end of the year. There have been so many activities at lunchtime and after school, particularly in second term this year, that the Life-Saving classes have been very small, but we hope the warmer weather will inspire the "splashers" to action. In conclusion, we would like to thank Miss Pooler, Miss Johnston and Miss Ferguson for their untiring efforts to make the Life-Saving Group so successful. —R L.S.

—Margaret F. Kerr, Lower V.e.

—June Mullette, Pass VI.d, Berry.

Original Contributions Magazine Prizes. (Awarded for work throughout the year.) Senior Section— Mimi Yees, Betty Probst, judy Betheras, Elizabeth Kent. Middle Section—No awards. junior Section— Elizabeth Duncan, Paddy Dixon, Margaret Scott. Drawings— Senior Section: Pat Barrett, June Mullette. Middle and Junior Section: No awards. Photographs: No awards. Awareness I move from intensity to intensity, Down shafts of light, on pavements, Through endless thoughts, in crowds, Among the stars. I have seen the rain-flowers Springing in the barren road, Heard great, smooth, bubbles of music Bursting in my mind. Felt the enormity of little lives— The thousand dreams in the lighted windows. I have seen the grey waves sweeping from the sky, Black ripples break upon the night cold shore. I have heard the earth singing her secret song, And a creeping answer in thick-shadowed sand •. —J. Betheras, Hon. VI. "Printless Feet" The twilight-clouds the house enfold; Draw the curtains, let us sit And watch the flames that wheel and flit Like butterflies of quivering gold.

The shadows dance across the wall, Weird, like ghosts of bygone years, The room vibrates with h'dden fears, While muffled echoes crowd the hall. Their shuffling footfalls patter by Merging softly in the night, Thin, unseen, forms float up in flight. To dart beyond the timeless sky. And through the keyhole quaintly peep Unseen faces, young, yet old, They vanish; and the wind is cold, Along the walls the shadows sleep. —Mimi Yees, Honour VI.a., Fitchett. Rain Fantasy It had just stopped raining. The music of the storm had risen in a fierce crescendo, and then had ceased as suddenly and quietly as it had come. The grand power of its crushing beats was gone, and the steady, continuous grandeur of its relentless measures had vanished where .all sound goes, never to return, into the emptiness surrounding it. There was quietness. The rain had taken with it its gloriously exhilarating sound, but had left in its place another music, very soft, and yet very strong in its continuous measure. There was something so pure and beautiful in it that one's mind reeled at the thought of being able to sense and feel even a small part of it. ,It could be called unworldly by some, and yet when one had sensed and heard the music of the rain on the earth and this sound which followed it, to call it unworldly gave it an artificial, supernatural meaning which was entirely incongruous with its essential purity. The music was formed by the dropping of water from the shiny leaves to the grass, by the

SILVER AND GREEN globules of moisture which clung tenaciously between tiny hairs on the stems of plants and by the steady seeping of rain between particles of earth so that they sang their own little crackling tune, indescribable and yet very real as they move gently, change colour from that dry powdery shade to a rich brown, and slowly subside in their places, swollen, satisfied, and fed. It was music too formed by the plants as they raised their bent stems and lifted clean, wet faces—a whole passage of different sounds in pictures, made by rain-washed flowers, for on some the moisture rested in clear little tear-drops on the glowing petals, on others a little drop remained set in the centre of the flower as a beautiful single diamond, while on the velvety surface of the pansies no water could stay at all. Every drop falling on them sped across the petals and slid off the edge with a minute splash onto leaves beneath. It was music formed by the drowsy worms, too: which stirred in the dry soil and crept towards the endless comfort of the moisture; by the ants which struggled over and through the cool jungle of grass, battling their way out of occasional floods of water which ran down the blades to engulf them; by insects which quivered in the sunlight as it dried their moist and useless wings, by spiders which crept warily from under the shelter of leaves where they had fled from their flooded. homes—by a thousand tiny things still undiscovered, unobserved, and yet which added their small notes to make up the orchestra of sound. —Betty Probst, Honour VI.a.

"Winter of My Thoughts" Tears are in my heart, my soul, yet Still my, eyes are cruelly dry, pain Unquenchable fills my life With endless torment, ceaseless strife— I cannot know the close of day Or dawning sun of joy when morning breaks, The clear air cuts my cheek as steel On frozen ice, sharp—yet I feel No remorse, my heart is numbed With cold anger, my reason grey. A veil of mist enshrouds my world The blossom, once, in spring was gay

But winter of my thoughts has chased away The glowing buds of sweetness and new life. And left instead a tree of thorns. . . —Diana G. Ward, Pass VI.b.

Enchantment The slender palm trees dip and sway Beneath bright skies of blue; And soft, warm sand gleams bright as gold, While fish of every hue Glide swiftly through the sparkling depths, Through coral reefs and shallow pools, Seeking pleasures new. And now the sun sinks on the waves, Evening shadows fall. The palms are still, the sand grows cold, And through the seaweeds tall The weary fish swim slowly now, While the silvery crescent sheds Its radiance over all. —Mary Ritchie, V.a., Krome.

The Three Witches I saw three witches stirring, stirring, A boiling cauldron—an evil stew, While three- black cats watched, wickedly purring, And nine bats' wings were softly whirring, And thick foul fog the moor was blurring To make 'more deadly their terrible brew. I saw three witches chanting, chanting Their loyalty to the lord of ill; Their voices were hoarse and croaked through ranting, They asked him favours—their black eyes slanting— While their prince stood aloof, their vile pray'rs granting, Well-pleased with these hags as his servants still. I saw three witches chuckling, chuckling, In a deep, dim grotto, where waters dripped, Their faces distorted, their fingers buckling, Their lips smeared with blood of a hedge pig's suckling, And playing a game of bone and knuckling, With skeleton fingers in green glow • dipped.

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I saw three witches stirring, stirring, A boiling cauldron—an evil stew, While thick, foul fog the moor was blurring, To make more deadly their terrible brew. —Valda Vaughan, Pass VI.b., 15 years.

A road to oneself —it calls up a chain of bright pictures; perhaps the most welcome is the dark pine on the top of the hill, that marks the corner where I turn off the main road to the shady street that's "Home." —Betty M. Evans, Honour VI.b.

A Road to Oneself

"Gull Against the Wind .

I think of a long, straight road, clean and bright in the morning sun. The roofs and chimneys of shops, factories, and warehouses form clear-cut shadows on the clear grey surface. The chimneys of the brick kilns, dull red and black, jut into the blue sky; a black column of smoke belches into the sunlight.

Seize, and soar, and cry Aloud; the wind Is calling you Who are its kind, Kin of the breezes Errant song, Striking wild notes, Lilting long Over the skies.

The sky is filled with light, except in the west, where the thick brown haze smudges the spires of St. Patrick's, and the blocks of city offices. Even the gutters are clean. Not a soul is in sight—only a cat, sunning itself on a wall, and a lean dog warily crossing the road. We turn the corner, the bicycle and I, and wheels ring as they slid down a smaller road; a quiet, friendly road hedged in by trim redroofed houses. Two rows of young green trees transform it into something beautiful—they chequer the roadway with patches of sunlight and bars of dim shadows; their living, glinting greenness is shot with red and gold. The immense stillness cows any attempt at a thin treble, so the song hums in my brain, with the accompaniment of whirring wheels. For I have the road to myself ! Whatever the sky and wind, the sight of an empty stretch of road stirs an inexplicable delight; the pedals turn faster, and the iron bars become a living, companionable thing. The road is a thing of beauty at all times, whether in the morning, or afternoon, or night, unless a tyre has punctured; but out on the "Open Road" my cup of joy is full—the road becomes my property, still new and unexplored, changing continually before me—now winding down between gums and creeks, and green hillsides; now rising steadly straight ahead till it stops short at empty sky, now straight down to the yachts in the bay.

—B. Macbirnie, Pass V.d., Cato.

Sun Child A little water babe, pink and round, A little boy babe seated on a shell Which twists itself in a steep white curl. Green water moves Quietly, steadily; and shades of green Change and flicker in the cool, calm depths— Blackness to heavy green, then light again. Flickers of shade, and pale to yellow, Down there somewhere, another movement Very slight, a little quiver, a shadowy shape, A wondering awe, a whisper of something— Oh! the flash of a vision, there and gone. A little boy there His legs plump and sturdy Braced in the sands, and little toes Curled right under, as rosebuds asleep, For fear of a crab. An aimless hand Tracing the carpeted pattern of the shell, While wondering eyes gaze at the bubbles, And streaks of light, and bits of weeds, And soft brown sponges where scurrying beetles Seek to hide in dark little holes, And speeding fish, and water spiders dancing On spindly legs across the sand— And all because his own little feet Are stirring with wicked glee the entrancing mud Which still oozes, and moves, and settles again On the bottom. —B. Probst, Honour VI.a.

SILVER AND GREEN The Mallee I had always known the Mallee existed, the dust bowl of Australia, a part of the Australian farmers' heritage. It was an unequal battle between man and nature, a battle which could only end in one way. Pioneers, farmers, were continually being broken by the slow but steady march of the desert, their labours covered and forgotten by the drifting sands. Desolation, dashed hopes, and bankruptcy were the only rewards left to these brave men—a half buried ploughshare their only epitaph. Then it was that a deep-rooted protest, almost a hatred of the Mallee, grew in me. It was soon after that I saw the Mallee, and I was ashamed and shocked with myself, for the sudden eerie fascination and joy I found in it. It was lonely, deserted; there were few fences or any signs of civilisation besides the roads which pierce the very soul of Australia. For miles there was nothing but deep red sand, smooth, rolling mounds of the strangest colouring; it was not quite red, more a striking fiery orange. Purple shadows were moving over its face, dimples and creases of mauve and deep blue played in the wind-blown ruffles of the drifts, for its surface was softly rippled by the blistering, gusty northerly winds. The sky was blue—a glaring riotous blue which contrasted with the sand, yet held the same quality of brilliance; perhaps it was the sun which imparted that appearance of suppressed, yet scorching heat. The Mallee was a forsaken region; I saw few birds while I was there, which created a brooding, deathlike silence. I felt it was a lost land, and yet there was beauty in it—a harvest of vivid colours. —Margaret Holdsworth, Honour VI.c.

Shadow Dreams Pleasant it is to lie on grass sun-flecked, In a dream of wind-clean flowers under unchanging skies. . . . If we were to die a thousand deaths And live again a thousand times, Would the grief of parting be the samer And would we, all knowing, cry on the day, And live, and love, and laugh and weep on forgotten hours

And gather shining happiness all along the way, And long to be washed in beauty for ever? Or would we turn, unseeing, from the stars And enter, in blind belief, dark chambers of oblivion, And waste each life in waiting for the next? Look, Love, at the apple tree, at its thousand faces, Each one lifted in laughter at the sky, Each one flushed with the blood of a dying sun, And each one gazing on death . . The wind will tear away the frosted lace, . And wounds torn open will be washed in wet pale green, But the beauty is not the same. And the old hurt is there, until memory returns In a burst of white fire; and again the garden laughs, And knows again fleet happiness torn with pain. Cold it is now, and the trees swing low, And the shadows lie in pools around us . . . —Elizabeth Kent, Honour VI b.

Fountain Merry and sparkling, Dazzlingly bright, Glittering and shining, A mirror of light, Rippling and gurgling, Leaping for joy, As a gay, irresponsible Child with a toy; Each drop is a gem In the blaze of the sun, As crystal or diamonds, Yet it splashes in fun, And still through the evening, By the moon's mellow rays, Joyful forever, It prattles and plays. —Jill Tomkin, V.a., 15 years.

Grey Season The white, nostalgic sunlight Seeps through the misted air, Lighting in bas-relief Pale memories of years. Pale, sculptured memories— Cracked and old and time-worn, Come quickly winter, let your cold Smooth away the sentimental wrinkles, The faint regrets, the memories of Old desires!

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The children of the sun have gone from play, Their voices stilled. And silence curves the shore. Green winter seas fall cold against the sand, The gulls' cry echoes through an empty world. Return then summer, let your heat Purge the flesh with purifying fire, And burn the past away. —J. Betheras, Honour VI.

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Shadows troop From hidden places, Blurring the gossip of the tea-cups. While fingers, white and dead Pluck chords, and shimmering scales Of throbbing memories. White, dead fingers, Groping back to touch the pale ghosts of time, Live again in new ecstacy On the silent keys, fire-spattered, Mottling the stark ivories. Shadows glimmer, glimmer greenly, And flutes mourn low, in minor key, And white, dead fingers, Searching, lost dead fingers Sweep in wild, sobbing harmonies Up keys for ever silent. —Elizabeth Kent, Honour VI.b.

A Glimpse of "Back to School" Day "Oh, What a wonderful day. It's great to be back, to greet the old faces, To wander around, see familiar places, To note the changes, the new renovations, And recall how we struggled with maths and equations. (Remember, dear, what we used to do?) This was our Form-room in our last year, I sat by the window (remember, dear?) I wonder what happened to— Why—look who's here! (Hasn't she changed, I think she's thinner?) And here's the corner we'd settle for dinner. (Just fancy to find she's married so soon. Where are they living? No, I've not heard. Why, I sat next to her, I think, in Lit. She does look different—) Remember the trouble we had learning Pitt? And exams., why goodness, we trembled and shook

For days, walking round with nose hid in book— You worried, how scared we were, shaking all day, But they passed—as all troubles do, passed right away. (Look over there, I know her face well. Now, what was her name?) Yes—school has a new bell, More like a hooter, I think someone said, A siren, or horn, how strange to be back. I wonder this term who slept in my bed— I suppose here and there we'd find changes in t-louse. Ah— Those were the days. Now there's a strange face, a new girl, I think. Yes, it's strange now to see And view this same scene. (There's the old grey tower we loved to climb.) It's strange—you ask what I mean, my dear— We look at school life From the outside this time." —Redrag, Honour VI.a.

La Fin Du Petit Garcon (Un revue de nos lecons de grammaire) 'Y avait un jeune fils, Qui avait ans dix; II d'meurat dans une maison, Pour une tres bonne raison, Il avait un mere Et aussi un pere. Un jour en automne, II mangeait un pomme; Quand, tout a coup, Venant dans la rue, Il vit un gros boeuf, Qui mangeait un ceuf. Si grand son surprise, A tout ce qu' it vit, sortit en courant; Qu Mais, a ce moment, II tomba dans un trou, Ainsi it disparut. —Joan Oulton and Gwen Molony, V.c.

Walking to Church The red, brown spire rises out of the night, and the lights of a passing car flash over the long grey column, walking smartly along to-

SILVER AND GREEN wards the church. Incessant chattering, then the voice of the mistress, "Catch up with the other girls," and part of the "croc." starts to run. Through the gates and into the church they go, two by two. Out of the church they come, and somebody knocks the chain on the gate. The idea spreads, and as each pair go through the chain rattles. Tired feet drag now, but the chattering goes on. "In pairs, please girls," and a hasty movement follows. A tall grey tower comes out of the night, and the long line passes through the gates. Somebody says "Mind Charlie," and the boarders are home from church, —Pat Fletcher, Pass VI.a., 15 years, Berry.

Jungle Softly, stealthily, through the night, A panther steals . . . Shadow of velvet, paws of death, Amber eyes aglow; Swinging, chattering in the trees, Monkeys laugh . . . . Fur of brown, and beady eyes, Tails that cling; swiftly, silently, ravening birds, Sweep the air . . . . Darting, diving to their prey, Death arrives; Daintily, cautiously, steps the deer, Peering meekly . . . Large brown eyes, soft black nose, Stoops to drink; Cunningly coiled upon a bough, The cobra watches . . . Darting tongue, scaly skin, Quietly waiting; Suddenly the panther springs, The deer has run . . . Monkeys silent, birds aloft, Snake quite still; A piercing howl—then death. —Diane Witt, V.e., Cato.

Half -Night Tree light and tree shadow still on the door, Faint fingerings of foggy leaf and bough, And that, and the dark rim of window Are all of home. The rest is alien, strange, unknown— The she oaks sullen smudges, keening

Each needle sharp for bitterness: And dimming stars like drooping flowers, Paling in a dying sky: And weaving, woven, weaving in the trees, The throbbing undertone of cricket song, With sudden sharp solos spurting, Breaking the duller monotone of sound, That slowly settles into softer silence, Shadowy thickening; And then, the rising wind. —Marilyn Croydon, V.a.

I Stretched My Hand A startling beauty lay In sudden sight, amongst the view Of clumps of bushes, choking grass, The ugly twist of crooked stems, Of bees that flew, and buzzed, to pass Against my face—in sudden sight Of roses. Just to reach for one Far down the bank, and wildly fall In dew and sticks and glancing sun, With hair all tangled in the leaves, With dust-smeared face, and skin that glows With scratches on my grasping hands— And in my clutch one glorious rose! —Betty Probst, Honour VI.a.

"So Strange .. ." So strange to sit in long-forgotten gardens, Where lichened pillars stretch their fingers high, And greeny sinews, grope in vain among the ruins, For all is desolate now life has passed hereby. So strange to lean against an ancient stone — And see the shadows deeper in the grass, To feel the weight of sorrows yet to be And know that, like this garden, all must pass. So strange to lie in the cold, dark grass, As grey birds utter fleeting calls, And think of half-forgotten murmurs And cries of pain that echoed down dark halls. And strange, indeed, to see upon the ground Some fluttered petals from a blossom tree, And then look up and find, embossed in its snowy branches, A sign of the Life that must ever be. —Glen Saleeba, Honour VI.c.

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Memories of Early Childhood Most of my childhood was spent on a very small island in the South Pacific Ocean, called Ocean Island. Although this name may not convey anything to many people, it is very important. Ocean Island, Nauru, and a few other islands export nearly all the world's supply of phosphates. Being only seven miles in circumference and three in diameter, it is represented on most atlases, fifty-two miles from the equator, as a tiny dot.

before our departure! What things were in store for us "Down South"? What, with real ice cream, malted milks, Luna Park, looking in shop windows, especially at Christmas time, and all the other multitude of little things that girls arid boys in Melbourne would think were nothing. Once, when I could not swim, a few nonswimmers about my own age went down to the slip-way, a part of the harbour which was comparatively shallow. We had brought a coil of

Sunset, Nauru Is.

When I was three months old, as I am told, I left Australia and boarded a ship bound for Ocean Island. My earliest and rather hateful memory was my first day at school, when I was five years old. I was taken to school by my sister in the "Motor Car" which ran from the White Settlement to the school, through the native village. This vehicle was similar to a tram-car, and used to run according to the times school started and finished. As there was only a handful of school children, one row of desks in the school room represented one grade; and there was only one school teacher, who taught the first grade to the sixth. When lunch-time came, the teacher told me to come back for school when I was six years old; this really hurt my pride. Once in every twenty-one months we came down to Australia for three months; how elated and excited my sister and I were on the night

—S. Marquis, Hun. VIA,

rope with us, and with the aid of this we could go out into the deeper water. When my turn came, I took hold of the rope and slowly went out. Then, quite suddenly, I went down into a water hole. I pulled at the rope as a signal to be hauled in, but apparently my efficient holders-on' had let their eyes and hands be attracted elsewhere. The old saying concerning drowning people came to my mind, and I was terrified. As I slowly bounced up for the third and last time I was caught by a not too steady hand and dragged inshore. I believe I had more of a drowning with my life-saver than by myself. We used to go looking at the most inner and outer parts of the island when we had another school teacher on Ocean Island. Every Saturday morning we used to assemble at his home, have morning tea, and then set out on our journeys, which led us to the caves, the phosphate

SILVER AND GREEN fields, and the beach. One Saturday we went on a British man-of-war and looked over her from bow to stern. Whenever a special warship came to Ocean Island the school children went aboard her. When I was nine years old I came down t3 Melbourne. My last view of Ocean Island was seen through a film of tears. It was late afternoon, and as the sun was setting, its rays shone on the metal of the motor-bike as Dad drove round the winding road up to our house, situated on top of the island. So ended my childhood on Ocean Island. I had hoped to go up there in the following Christmas holidays, but after the torpedoing of the three phosphate ships it was thought inadvisable. —Barbara Ross, Pre-Nursing.

Rhapsody I gaze upon the sunset, The blood-red sets my soul on fire And there I muse— Upon my throbbing broken heart. He . . . he! And me, . . . . me!! Why? . . . . Why? I sigh . . . . sigh And so I die . . . . —Anonymous. Committee Comment: The members of the Magazine Committee wish to state that they were considerably moved by the deep feeling expressed in this passionate lyric. Its agony rendered them completely inactive for several minutes, and the pathos of the writer's situation was evident. Such work is only rarely published, as very few poets write in this manner.

Shopping It is Saturday morning, and the time is about 9.30. A group of girls are waiting outside the office, dressed in hats, gloves, and carrying either cases or string bags. String bags are the most amusing to have. You will see why later. Presently a certain member of staff appears, complete with a somewhat large list of names. She then says, "You two cannot go shopping, you are in the same room." Two boarders whose spirits are somewhat dampened, then toss up to

see who will finally go on this great shopping expedition. The one that wins the toss is then burdened with a somewhat lengthy list, which is likely to be lengthened by some bright person who rushes up to you at the last minute and says, "Will you get me a pair of shoe laces?" "Will you get me this, will you get me that?" And so it goes on till you have a rather fat purse full of money (mostly coppers), and a gigantic list. You then begin to wonder in just one foreshortened hour how many of those things you can really get. At last everything is ready, and you set off, after obtaining a partner, because yours has been left at home. You walk down in "croc." and feel just like the animals going two by two. At last we reach our destination, and immediately after arrival it is easy to locate the boarders—in the milk bar, having their usual favourite drink. It is 10.30 and everyone is starting to gather under the clocks at Walker's, plus all their purchases. It is quite easy to see that the boarders have been shopping, with string bags bulging with all kinds of good things that a boarder likes. And so ends our shopping expedition.— Would you like to join us next time we go; we really do have fun. —Marjorie Egan, Diploma A, 17 years.

Etching Branches are black against the pallid sky, Thinly-pencilled lines; Strangely white the blossom quivers, Making the pale roof slates A deeper grey. A flock of tiny birds descends Like scraps of fluttering silk; Solemn and still They perch in the slender boughs, And seem attached, as if they grew From the first adventurous buds. Only their eyes are alive and bright, Watching the gentle petals Slipping to earth in silent showers. —Mimi Yees, Honour VI.a.

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40 The Cobweb

A small piece of gossamer swayed by wondering breezes. A tiny fairy harp, plucked by elfin fingers, A richly jewelled robe kissed by morning sun, Cobweb—spider spun. A dainty, lacy 'kerchief used by elves and pixies, A filmy wedding veil, worn by fairy brides, A strong silken rope from which naughty goblins swing, Cobweb—spider spun. —Faith Leach, Honour VI.c., Krome.

Frosty Morning The window's closed, as now this coming morn The frosted panes are all that meet my eye— So thick and flaked as crust on bubbled crease, So cold and white, till all the glass does seem A snowfield, where the drops that slither by Are skiers, gliding softly with the dawn. The sun breaks through, and crimson all the white, The hills all slide and tumble in a heap, The deep drifts melt, the snow still falls away, The skiers go—I see the sunshine's play Upon the glass, and watch it quickly leap To flood another day with glorious light! —Betty Probst, Honour VI.a.

The Old Woman Who Lived in a Shoe There was an old woman who lived in a shoe, The reason is plain, or it should be, to you. The Housing Commission was pleasant but firm When they heard how her house lease was nearing its term, They said they were sorry, but she knew how things were, And there wasn't a thing they could do to help her. But the lady had not seen two world wars for nothing, And she gave them a piece of her mind on the stuffing And affable speeches that were all they could give, And set off herself to find somewhere to live. 'Twas a difficult task as she presently found After two days of wearily tramping around, And the only things vacant she saw as she went Were a dovecote, a matchbox, a jar and a tent. Deciding to leave off her search for that day,

She was so busy thinking, she took the wrong way, And there, in a little wee crooked by-street, Was a shoe that was outsize for anyone's feet. It was outside a cobbler's, and on it there was A sign, reading "Shoes mended here," .and because Of its size and its space the old woman knew That she and her children could live in this shoe. A pleasing transaction was made with the owner, Who insisted she stay until he had shown her How roomy it was and how comfy 'twould feel, And how a spare bedroom could fit in the heel. In a week they were quite settled down in the shoe, And quickly became used to everything new— "Don't crawl through the arch or trip over the laces, And never attempt to squeeze through small spaces!" Their problem was settled—or so they all thought, But their happy security was very short, For here is the climax of all I have written, They took it to send with the Clothing for Britain! —Dawn McDougall, V.e., Fitchett, 15 years.

Owed to Pound Within the spacious depths of Pound What old traditions can be found! What wealth of centuries is stacked Within those shelves so nobly packed. Behind their massive doors they stand A raised and honoured, silent band, And human fingers never dare To stir the sacred dust that's there. The doors swing back but once a day To show the crowd the grand display; Too awed to speak, it humbly looks Upon the long-lost tattered books. And many faces glow to claim Their sandshoes in the piles of fame, While others sadly stand and stare And wish that they had something there. Each day an eager, pleading knock Proclaims the waiting pilgrim flock; While through the Comm. the words resound, "Will some poor martyr open Pound?" --M. Yees, Honour VI.a.

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(With Apologies to "iVly Son.") Two o'clock in a morning of mid-winter. Tne shock of a flood-light in the window and police at the door! This, two' years ago, was the climax of Max's first attempt to become a tradesman. So excited had he been about his plan to meat Les., the paperboy, at 5.30 the following morning, Max had mistaken the time, arrived at the corner four hours too early and been brought home by the police patrol, with Jock, the Scotty, who had declined an invitation to enter the car, trailing miserably in the rear. At 8 o'clock the same morning, when the rain was falling heavily, Max came in, whistling, but soaking wet, for his last pair of dry shoes had been thrown on top of the wardrobe the previous evening, and his excitement been too great for him to bother donning socks or coat. Max had not realised that for a lad of eight to go out twice in one morning before daylight, and then sell newspapers on the trams, was being too enthusiastic, and no one had thought to warn him. The paper boys sometimes gained twice as much commission through his services. Max never took money, and even handed his tips over, on the grounds that he should not be paid for enjoying himself. However, he often lent the boys my bicycle to keep them occupied while he sold their papers. During successive holidays, Max tried his hand at various delivery, trades, including ice, milk and bread, when he learnt to drive a baker's cart, and to find a milkman at any part of his round, a lesson that I studied at five o'clock one morning on the bicycle, trying to find Max on one of the many milk carts to bring him home. On the whole, although Max incurred opposition and trouble at home, and lost a few of my cycling accessories, I have come to the conclusion that, whether it is delivering ice, bread, or milk, plus a few caustic comments on customers' housekeeping, or selling papers on the trams, sweets at the picture theatre, or potato chips at the cricket-ground, there must be a great deal of fun to be derived from being a tradesman, if one were only a boy. Max has not yet carried out his threat of erecting a stall in the front garden. —Joy Pascoe, Diploma A, Fitchett, 16 years.

Palestine Though some may love the fertile plains Beside the sparkling azure sea, Though some love paths and gardens neat These loves are not the loves for me. Oh, for a land of barren hills, Of marshy swamps and stony earth, Where men and women toil and sweat, And die to win their land's- rebirth.-Elaine Freedman, Pass VI.d.

Diploma Typing: "She reads the recitals, Of honours and titles, From the opening words of the deed, 'THIS INDENTURE,' To 'WITNESS WHEREOF' with the air of a bencher." --W. S. Gilbert. Speed Tests: "Away, for we are ready to a man!" —James Elroy Flecker. Book-keeping: "And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew, That one small head could carry all he knew." —Oliver Goldsmith. Shorthand: First Lesson: "Once, when bewilderment possessed a people." —John Drinkwater. Later: "What should that alphabetical position portend? If I could make that resemble something in me" "W'e have a rare letter." —William Shakespeare. "A year goes by." —John Drinkwater. ."Write some letters literary, To our private secretary." —W. S. Gilbert. —Betty Caldwell, Diploma A, Krome.

Correspondence (To the Editress, School Magazine, Methodist Ladies' College, Hawthorn.) Dear Madam, Travelling home the other day in a Glenferrie Road tram, I overheard some students of Methodist Ladies' College talking agitatedly amongst themselves. These dear girls appeared to be in terror of some system or evil known as

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the Magrep. which exists at the College. This Magrep., as you may know, is apparently supervised by a person usually referred to as the "Editress," who organised a terrorist movement within the school. I am told that this organisation is known as the S. & G., and the whole School is flooded with posters, warnings, and notices of its evil intents. These girls feared the approach of 17th October, because by then they must contribute something to the work of this terrorist movement. They spoke in horror of the Magcommittee, which is evidently an offshoot of the Magrep., and sits in judgment on offenders against the S. & G. These poor girls were begging one another to think of some thing to do for the S. & G. because, if they did not, the Magrep. would punish them severely—let alone the "Editress" and her other satellites of S. & G.! I ask, in these days of so-called democracy, is it permissible that one of our best-known girls' schools should remain under the shadow of this organised system of intimidation, the S. & G., and should our children, the adults of to-morrow, live • in fear, dread and horror of such things as Magreps., Editresses, and Magcommittees? My answer is NO, and I ask all citizens who have the welfare of the community at heart to combine with me and wipe the scourge of S. & G. from these children's minds.—Yours, etc., IRATE DEMOCRAT.

It is a pity that in the "past year part of the school has been damaged by two fires, and so classes have to be held in rooms which are really too small for this purpose.

M.L.C., Adelaide. During the holidays I visited the South Australian M.L.C. at Wayville. This school, founded in 1893, was originally a boys' school, known as "Way College." As the school was on vacation, the caretaker showed us around. First we saw the sports grounds, and then the gymnasium, about twothirds the size of ours. Near by is the kindergarten, and written on the wall by the door are these words, "Come, let us live with our children." In the main building we saw some of the resident quarters, several classrooms, a biology laboratory, and the "Patchell Library." This is so called in honour of Miss M. E. Patchell, a former headmistress.

taining school trophies, while down the sides of the hall are large stone arches. Hanging from the reading desk on the dais is a maroon velvet school flag. Written around the crest is the motto, "Verae numerosque modosque ediscere vitae" ("To learn the rhythm and way of true life"). Embroidered on the back of the flag are the names of the Houses in the appropriate colours: Delph—gold, Nemea—blue, Olympia —purple, and Corinth—green. Presents from those interested in the school are the grand piano, and the sets of chairs stamped with the

I was really envious of the A_seimbly Hall, built in 1926. Although there are only 400 pupils at the school, the hall will accommodate 750 people, and so is used for Speech Night and other school functions. At the back of the hall are the honour rolls, and glass cases con-

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Hall at M.L.C., Adelaide. —Deidre Lay, P.VI.b, Berry.

school crest. We were pleased that we had seen our sister school in Adelaide, but we were sorry about the damage caused by the fires. —Deidre Lay, Pass VI.b., Berry.

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New Music It was the second subscription concert for the 1947 season, and the first performance in Victoria of Shostakovitch's Fifth Symphony. I thought of, the critics in the hall—would they like it or not, or would it be too different? It was strange to reflect how some of the greatest music ever written was first received by the listening public, and how scornfully some of it was derided. _ Beethoven's last three symphonies, perhaps his greatest music, were found to be too obscure to be appreciated. Brahms's two piano concertos contained a new idiom, and so were disliked. Tschaikowsky's now famous B flat major piano concerto was greeted with silent contempt. Today, whether it is because we are used to changes or not, we find we can often listen to this music with absolute pleasure and certain understanding. These thoughts passed through my mind as I waited for the symphony to begin, and when at last the music commenced, I listened intently. I suppose I had thought that music as great as that of Bach, Beethoven and Brahms could never again be equalled, but here I found myself listening to music that by its very universality would become immortal. The music was the voice of a man speaking to men, and revealing the passions and emotions of men, showing a wonderful insight into the problems of mankind. In the lovely slow movement there seemed to be a peace and a depth of feeling so tremendously powerful, that it was as if man, the philosopher and thinker, and not the fighter and warrior, had risen to a height of spiritual conquest over the sensual things of life. The climax at the finish was fitting—man at his height, exalted, and in touch with something very great. It was as if life with all its great possibilities had revealed the very greatest to man, and man in jubilant triumph had found his only means of expressing this in music. To me it showed the great future ahead for musical art, and that the spirit of man has not died nor will it ever become stagnant. While there is music such as this to be written, and people to appreciate it, the soul of man will live on. —Jill Hickling, Honour VI.c., Fitchett.

School Play, 1947 There is nothing quite so exciting as being in a school play. We watch it grow and develop. as we would a treasured pet, or even a child. The first day it is nothing but a group of apparently paralysed girls, standing on a stage which seems too large, and reading what might as well be a foreign language. But the initial reading over, the work really begins! This consists of the spending of a great deal of time with individuals, and then long, tedious hours of practising with groups of the cast. After the first flush of excitement is over, these practices. are so full of disillusionment and despair that they usually conclude by both producer and cast almost crawling down the steps of Fitchett Hall and going home in the dark to a belated meal. This state of affairs may last for weeks, but sparks of hope begin to appear. Perhaps the "spark" is a whole scene, or it might only be one or two speeches and a movement, but it is a beg_nning. Such sparks don't go out again but slowly they grow into a flame and spread over the whole play. (We always wait with enthusiastic anticipation for that voice to say, "That's quite good," "I felt you really meant that." "Now it's moving.") Then, in the last few tense days the "pol.sh" is put on to the production, and finally the -great night comes. It is a mixture of wild excitement, greasy make-up, glaring lights, flowers and curtains. Then a tired, but happy, cast goes home to a well-earned rest. For the next few days they will share with the producer some of the praise and appreciation that is always heaped on her work. They will all know then for certain, if they had had doubts earlier, that the result and their satisfaction were worth every bit of the required effort. I said there was nothing more exciting than being in a school play, but I must add that there is nothing more disappointing than to be in one that no audience ever sees. This is just the case this year, for, though we were within a few weeks of the proposed production time, there was not a single theatre or hall in Victoria which was available or suitable for us. I don't want to seem selfish, but please, when all the people in Britain are over-fed again, when all Europeans have wardrobes full of clothes, and when M.L.C. has its chapel and

SILVER AND GREEN science block, and Assembly Hall, won't someone start a theatre fund? And when this day comes I should like to suggest that the theatre be dedicated to "the loving memory of Miss Dwyer and the cast of `Jane Eyre' for their agonies and disappointments in 1947." —Betty Munro, Honour VI.a.

Deer Found in Australia Do not be amazed—it is true that wild deer have been found in Australia. It was during the May holiday that this fact was learnt. A distant neighbour reported that our cattle had been disturbed on our other farm, possibly by a wild deer. "A wild deer!" I exclaimed, as though the man had taken leave of his senses. "Impossible." "It is not impossible," said my father. "It's quite true." "But how?" I asked. "Well, it was in the early days of South Australian history," began my father. "A man owned a deer farm near Penola. The deer were imported, and were quite tame. When this farm was sold, no one wanted the deer, so the only thing to do with them was to let them loose in the forest. The herd was scattered, and many of them probably died. Quite naturally they became wild with roaming around looking for shelter and food. A few of them are still in the forest around the south-east, and there have been various reports of a stray one or two in the district." —Margaret Rees, Pass VI.b.

A Cyclone at Sea The storm hurtled across the turbulent water and struck the ship with a resounding smack. Her engines shuddered for a second, and then continued their rhythmical beat as she stubbornly lifted her prow above the irate waves, only to be immediately swallowed by the next murky abyss. The cyclone tossed the ship incessantly in its clutches all night, and waves beat up against the port-holes, like serpents, furiously demanding entrance into the cabins. The decks were awash, and the scuppers became rushing, swirling rivers of frothing foam. Suddenly the ship tilted precariously to one side, and stayed there. Word came that cargo in the hold had shifted, and all we could do was wait. In the early hours

of the morning, the ship lurched and righted herself; so, heaving sighs of relief we went to bed with a half-hearted feeling of security. Next morning the sun rose high in the sky, beating down relentlessly on the sparkling ocean. A few splinters of a shattered pane of glass slid across the deck as the only reminder of the grim episode of the night before. —SEIrley Marquis, Honour VI.b.

Sourabaya. Extracts from a letter written by a Dutch pen-friend in Sourabaya, Java, during present hostilities. To-day we (seven friends and I) have the guard in the harbour. This part of the port is our work place. You can find here a sand plain where our tracs (tanks) are standing side by side, nicely polished by us this morning. From this sand plain you can drive with your tracs into the sea. Just in the middle of the area stands a little structure, with on his roof the flagstaff whereon, high in the air, our colours wave. It is just five minutes to six, and the sun is setting. At six o'clock we must lower the flag. When we look round the harbour we can find many wrecks from once mighty ships. They were all sunk. by the Japs to make this With low port inaccessible for other ships! water (ebb) the black rods stick up from the water as black arms. This all will give you a disconsolate sight. A little further than our guardroom are the sheds, our workplaces, where the tracs can be dismantled e.s.o. You can find there what you need. The most work is done outside the sheds under the hot sun, but in the fresh sea air. A highroad, I mean a main road, connects the harbour with the town, and passes our camp, which is behind the port. Between our camp and this place are the strips of the aeroplane. Every day you can see them start. The aeroplanes who come from Australia descend on the sea before us, and every time they bring the mail from Australia. Meanwhile the sun has disappeared and a darkness comes over the country. A million stars are twinkling in the sky. All is silent around me. The dog, our patrol dog, guards with his sharp eyes. He has helped us already at different times against stealthy blacks. He is a good dog.

--Margot Simmons, Diploma A.

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46 Fossil Hunting

Last summer I spent part of my holidays at Mornington, and while there we went to Fossil Beach fossil-hunting. The path down to the beach is rather hard to find because the sign-post is set right back from the road, in amongst the ti-tree. Having found the right path at last, we followed it to the cliff-edge. There we stopped and had our lunch in the shade of the ti-tree, while waiting for the tide to go out far enough for us to get down to the bluish clay, in which the fossils are embedded. About one o'clock the tide was low enough for us to start digging, so, minus shoes and socks, and armed with a small shovel taken from the house when no one was looking, we Finding a likely spot approached the sea. to dig, but without started we rocks, among the success, for as soon as we dug a hole a wave came in and filled it with muddy water. So we moved further up the beach and began again. After a short time of hard digging I saw something white embedded in the clay. Hastily prising away the clay from around the object, I found, to my disappointment, that it was only part of a shell. Somewhat disheartened, we began again, and at the end of an hour we had quite a collection of small fossilised shells. These were a whitishgrey in colour, and were very delicate. Some of the types of shells we found are never picked up on beaches to-day, but others of them are often found. Most of the fossils we found were very small because the bigger ones are more fragile, and break so easily that seldom are whole ones found. It was thrilling to think we had shells which had been buried in the clay for thousands of years, and we took great care of them. —Betty Holland, Diploma A, Krome.

"Lust for Life," by Irving Stone Through the pages of this book I was introduced to one of the most disillusioned and thwarted men who ever lived in the world of art—Vincent Van Gogh. The remarkable thing was that Vincent did not begin painting until the age of twentyeight. Even then, before he really began, years of study were necessary before he knew his

paintings had reached the' distant pinnacle he had been striving towards. He began his career as a salesman in a wellknown art gallery in London; but disappointment in a love affair drove him back to his homeland, Holland. Here, in his father's rectory, his thoughts turned towards higher spiritual ideals—he would become a preacher; not to staid, comfortable townfolk, but the wretched and despised, with whom he had come into contact so often. Le Borinage was a poverty-stricken coalmining village. He did his best to bring to its inhabitants God's teachings. No fancy sermons would do; his words had to reach their hearts in a language they understood. But slowly Vincent came to feel that his task was hopeless. How could he tell the peasants God existed in their mean little hovels, in their wretched. reeking village? Vincent sat on the stump of a long-dead tree, 'and watched the silent miners come and go, wondering who would be next to die from consumption, or a cave-in at the crumbling mine, or starvation. One day he took from his ragged coat pocket a letter from his beloved brother Theo, an art dealer in Parii. In another pocket he found the stump of a pencil; in rough, crude lines he sketched the miserable beings who trudged past. From then on, Vincent was consumed with the passion for painting. At last he had found his vocation in life. But in his fevered excitement to do more and more drawings he neglected himself. When Theo came to the ramshackle cabin, he found his brother in the throes of a fever, his red beard and hair matted, lying in a corner on a bed of straw. During the rest of their lives these two brothers were deeply attached to one another. It was steady, reputable Theo who never lost faith in Vincent, despite his unorthodox behaviour, unusual moral code, and endless strife and striving. He nursed him back to health many times, and always maintained him financially, as it was not until Vincent's death that his genius was recognised. Theo also changed Vincent's outlook on painting by taking him to Paris and introducing him to the newly-formed Impressionist group—Degas, Toulouse-Lautrec, Gauguin, Seuret, and Cezanne. Their paintings; the living colours, the breath, atmosphere, and sun

SILVER AND GREEN caused a revolution in Vincent's style. No longer were his paintings sombre, heavy, almost lifeless, in the approved Dutch tradition, but his palette and canvases radiated sunlight and life. This can be plainly seen in such canvases as "Garden in the Asylum of St. Remy," "Vegetable Gardens," "Lemons," and "Cypresses in the Moonlight." The author, Irving Stone, could hardly have failed to produce a book so enthralling and tragic, with such gripping and authentic material. Yet it required a man with unusual talents to add to the narrative the human touch, and Irving Stone rose to the occasion. Another well-known book is "Immortal Wife." The story is barely begun. The loneliness, striving, suffering, attainment, and tragic ending of this great painter's life cannot be touched on in a mere review. A few of his most widely known paintings include "Sunflowers," "The Charcoal Burners," "Woman with White Cap Peeling Potatoes," "Bridge of Arles," "The Drawbridge," "The Zouave Trumpeter," "Self Portrait," with Bandage (this was just after he had cut off his ear), and "Crows Above a Cornfield" (these crows always preceded Vincent's violent fits). —Joy McGlashan, Pass, VI.d.

Life Is Too Short to be Little "My favourite quotation is the sentence above, written by Disraeli. It has helped through many a painful experience. Often we allow ourselves to be upset by small things we should despise and forget. Perhaps some man we helped has proved ungrateful. . . some woman we believed to be a friend has spoken ill of us. . . . some reward we thought we deserved has been denied us. We feel such disappointments so strongly that we can no longer work or sleep. But isn't that absurd? Here we are on this earth, with only a few more decades to live, and we lose many irreplaceable hours brooding over grievances that in a year's time will be forgotten by us and by everybody. No, let us devote our life to worth-while actions and feelings, to great thoughts, real affections and enduring undertakings. For 'Life is too short to be little'." This was written by Andre Maurois, a celebrated French author of this century, who is noted for his biographies of Disraeli, Shelley, Byron, and Marshall Lyautey. —Beverley Webster, Lower V.b.

--Shirley Palmer, age 121 years, L.IV.b, Cato.

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Middle Section The Baby Happy in his bath, so tiny, Lay Baby with his smooth skin shiny, Chuckling, chubby, happy, quite, Splashing in the soapsuds white; All the room seemed full of laughter Packed to every beam and rafter— Playing there without a worry, Good for poor folks in a hurry. . . But his bathtime now was done, At last was ended all good fun, When lifted out, his cries did shake The very walls and make them quake— Squirming, struggling, wriggling, kicking— A cat, surprised, left off her licking To watch the funny human child Who just before had looked so mild, The room was empty of all laughter, Sad were walls and every rafter. —Lorraine Evans, Lower V.a., Krome.

An English Ruin That structure of stoutness, Of past glory robbed, In whose stately building The heart of wealth throbbed; Those towers, those turrets Still watchfully stand, As if guarding and keeping This great mother land. Though wind lashed and beaten, And crumbling with age, This remnant of grandeur Still faces each rage; But though it be standing, Men seem unaware, 'Tis a living memorial, The rarest of rare. —Isabelle Blake, IV.c., 13 years, Fitchett.

Tranquillity It was an inviting prospect to sit by the creek, to let the yellow sand run through my fingers, and the water caress my fingertips. The creek wound its way slowly downwards towards the river. I could hear the water gurgling as it swirled through and down potholes, and then with a sudden rush tumbling over the precipice into a deep pool below with a roar and a splash. Above and over the rock behind me the sarsaparilla, now fully in bloom, swayed with

the faint breeze. One unruly tendril trailed through the clear water, making ripples which melted away as they reached the rocks. When I took off my shoes and plunged my feet into the cool water, they took on a bluish tint, and small bubbles floated to the disturbed surface. I waded out until I reached one of the larger rocks, which we called the "arm-chair." This rock, like the others near it, was granite, grey-speckled with black and white, and if one used one's imagination one could see gold specks sparkling. The rock was wet where my dog had shaken himself before running wildly up the bramble-clad side of the creek after an imaginary rabbit. Opposite me the bank was honeycombed with "yabby" holes, muddy cones marking the entrances to the passages. Further up the creek these holes were covered by ferns and mosses. A gum tree leaning over the water cast a shadow on the sandy bottom of the creek and dulled the glinting, sparkling sunbeams which danced on the surface of the tranquil water. —Ervyn Hayes, Lower V.b.

Fantasy The chipmunks and the squirrels, The owls and fleet-foot deer, Are whispering to phantoms "We know that you sport here." We know you come, 0 goblins, To dance by pale moonshine, We know you tease the village lads And think that it is fine: But we of God's creation Do not envy you, For you are only make-believe, But we are real and true. We know you come at night time When all is quiet and still, And leap and dance without a sound, And feast—and eat your fill: But you cannot come in daylight When larks and thrushes sing, When all is gay with autumn leaves, Or coming of the Spring. You cannot see the children Who play among the trees, For you are only make-believe, That no one ever sees.

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The Principal at the April Fair. —Beverley Leggo, V.f.

Lake Guy Spillway, Kiewa Hydro Electric Scheme. --L. Rigby, Dip.A.

View of Sydney Harbour. —D. Bebarfald, Hon. VI.b-

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You cannot feel God's sunshine, You cannot hear the rain, • For all you ever see at night Is the pale moon wax and wane. You cannot see the farmer On the land he has to till, Or hear the quiet murmur Of a little country rill: You cannot see the goodness Of the brown earth rich and clean, For you are only make-believe But we have heard and seen. —Joy Cornwell, Lower V.a.

The March of the Gnomes One night, in the heart of a damp green wood, Silence reigned supreme; While the old gumtrees stood gnarled and weird Where never a mortal had been. A moonless night, the stars alone Vgre sending their cold light down, And a ring of moss in an open space Far from any town. Then, one by one, out from the trees Stepped dwarf, misshapen gnomes; They were old and bearded, gnarled and wrinkled Like the trees which were their homes; Without a sound they took their places Beside that mossy ring, And with silent steps and downcast faces Walked where no birds sing.

With measured steps they trudged around, Not pausing in their toil, Till anon the stars were blotted out, And dawn their marching foiled; Then back they went to their trees again, No words spoke they all night— But those trees remained in twilight all day, While the rest of the forest was light. —Lorraine Evans, Lower V.a., Krome.

Oriental Palace Draping embroideries, arches inlaid, Graceful designings, marble white floor, , Sun-aired halls, bathed in dazzling bright colour, Great folding curtains of rich pearl beads made. Fresh, cooling fountain, in ivory white edging. Sends out its freshness o'er all the dim scene, Tame, strutting peacocks show proudly the colours Held in those feathers of soft glossy sheen. Silent, dark servants, bright coloured clothing, Stately high throne, priceless jewels inlaid, Scarlet, rich carpet, on background of snow white, Stern-faced emperor no order delayed. Strange, swaying minstrels, fantastic music, Mystic, smoked altar, of hand-carved stone, Gesturing dancers move swaying lithe bodies, Keeping in time to the musical drone. —Isabelle Blake, IV.c., 13 years, Fitchett.

Junior Section Waterfall A giant cascade of silver; A charging fall of foam; The roar of the mighty torrent As it drops down a wall of stone. The rush of the eddying river, As it goes swirling away; I sit where the foam glints crystal, My face all wet with its spray. The mountain ranges yonder Echo its thunderous cry; And the deep roar of the water Flings back its stern reply. —Jennifer Harding, Lower IV.b., 12 years, Fitchett.

Penguins While we were at Phillip Island we went to see the fairy penguins, who live at Summerland. There was some wire netting cornering off a little piece of sand. There was a track leading down to the water from the corner. We sat down by the ti-tree. After a time we heard a noise coming from the water; it was a barking, calling sound. The penguins were coming in from a day's fishing. At the edge of the sand there were many penguins' burrows, at the entrances of which some baby penguins were waiting for their parents. There were big penguins and little ones, all with fat tummies full of food for their babies; then they disgorged the food and filled their babies up. When we were going home we saw some Mutton Birds. --Paddy Dixon, Junior IV.b., 9 years.

SILVER AND GREEN The Spider Orchid I love you little Orchid, With your wings of spider sheen, Your dress with silver lining, And your coat of mossy green. Now, when I'm walking past you, I think of long ago, When you were quite a baby, Just starting out to grow. —Eril Farrar Hutton, Junior IV.b., 8 years, Krome.

The Frog There was a little frog That lived by a log, And his legs were made To hop! hop! hop! Along came a stork As hungry as a hawk, And his wings were made To flop! flop! flop! And he wanted to sup, So he ate the frog up Before he could say Do stop! stop! stop! —Adrienne Wait, Junior IV.a., 10 years, Krome.

The Daffodil Oh, little yellow daffodil, Swaying in the breeze, Do you like a-growing there Beneath the willow trees? Watching the silent river As it glides along each day, Gurgling down the water falls, And singing on its way. It must be fun to sway about On every gentle breeze, And nod your pretty golden head Beneath the willow trees. —Margaret Scott, Junior IV.b., 9 years, Berry.

Night The black clouds come racing Across the grey sky, The little stars twinkle As they go by.

The man in the moon Looks down to see The little dolls' houses, And people so wee. Here comes Jack Frost, So nimble and bright, And changes the grass From green to white. Here comes the dawn The stars fade away, Out peeps the sun To start a new day. —Elizabeth Ralton, Junior IV.a., 9 years, Fitchett.

Spring Cleaning Up come the carpets, Down comes the picture, Down come the curtains, Out go the chairs. Dusting down the walls, Also the ceiling, Mother's spring cleaning, But nobody cares. —Yvonne Casemore, Junior III.b., 81 years.

My Bedroom I like my little bedroom, It is so bright and gay, The sun comes through my window When it's a sunny day, And shines upon the carpet So bright with little flowers, That I imagine fairy folk Dancing there for hours. The curtains and the bedspread Are a pretty baby blue, They look so sweet and dainty, And soft and frilly, too. And just outside my window Are two magnolia trees; At night I hear them whispering Softly in the breeze. —Maxine Day, Lower III.b., 10 years, Krome.

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I have a little house, With a kitchen nice and neat, And in my little garden Grow flowers perfumed sweet. I have some poppies growing there, And here, forget-me-nots, And there are lovely daffodils, And pansies in my plots.

The Story of a Storm Rain! It splashed the windows and broke the glass,. It watered the plants and wet the grass. The rivers rose to their greatest height, And no one slept at all that night. They shivered and shook And would not look Through their windows or doors. Wind!

And when I hear the rain pour down, As I can hear it now, I bless it, 'cos I know it helps, My plants burst into flower. —Janet Stahl, Lower III.b., 9 years, Krome.

The Fire The sparks fly round With a crackly sound, As in the armchair I sit. The loving heat Warms up my feet, And the rest of the fuel is lit. The flames soar high, They are not shy, For they dance within our small grate. The embers glow, But soon they will go, For then it will be very late. —Felicity Bartak, Junior IV.b., 9 years, Cato.

The Sky Such a satiny blue is the sky some days, But sometimes it's like a white greyish haze; The billowing clouds are a soft, snowy white, But velvety blue in the silent, dark night. The sunrise is crimson to greet the new day, In its cool dewy freshness that make you feel gay; But sunset is delicate pink, red and yellow Like a garden of flowers, all golden and mellow. —Janice Munro, Lower IV.c., 12 years, Fitchett.

It brought destruction and tempers that day, It blew the women's new hats away. A few of the people were hit on the head By pieces of roof and bits of lead; It twisted and turned And thoroughly churned The town—from its shops to its shores. —Rosemary Groves, IV.b., 12 years, Fitchett.

Belito "He must be here, he must be there, I cannot see him anywhere. He was here just a while ago, When I gave him a mighty blow." He searched, but still no one he saw, "Oh, dear! I still must search some more." He called his name, over again, And still he called. Alas! In vain! Came not that wanted, needed thing When suddenly he felt a sting. "So there you are, my young Belito, I'll kill you now, you, YOU, mosquito." —Kathleen Old, Lower IV.c., 11 years, Krome.

At Night in Bed

It's nice to think that I am snugly tucked in bed, Fleecy blankets over me, a pillow 'neath my head; The street lamplight is shining, It shines across my bed, It shines across my dolly, And a book that I have read. —Jill Cromb, Junior III.a., 8/ years, Krome.

SILVER AND GREEN The Orchids The wild flowers they are lovely now, The trees are new and green, In the bush under the trees Orchids can be seen. The green hoods are so lovely, Some stand up straight and tall, While others nod their little heads, Their leaves are green and small. The wax-lips they are purple, The spider-orchids red, Their stems are very hairy, They grow in a bush-land bed. 'The cowslips are pale yellow, Their petals bright and new; Sun orchids are always tall, They're either pink or blue. —Rosemary Boyle, Junior IV.b., 9 years.

Walking One day I went a-walking, Across a country road. I met a girl a-talking To a little boy so proud. She said to him, "Oh, are you lost?" The little boy was shy. He put his finger in his mouth, And said, "I am, but why?" The little girl said, "Come with me?" The boy said, "Oh, not I." "I'd rather stay here with my dog, Below the bright blue sky." —Anne Bossence, III.b., 10 years, Berry.

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53 The Prowler

In our back garden, we have a small fernery, and, hanging on one side, we have several staghorn ferns. Last spring we noticed a little speckled thrush in the fernery quite often, and as soon as we would go there, he would fly away. Then we found out why he was there. He was building a nest in one of the stag-horns, and his little secret door was a broken lattice, at the top, and just above his nest. If you looked carefully you could see a little beady eye and a tail sticking up. The father bird used to sing very happily each morning. I did want to see in that nest, so I asked my father if he would put the ladder up against the fernery. Then we looked in. There they were, four little blue speckled eggs resting cosily inside. Then we noticed the prowler—a black and white cat. We didn't look for some time in the nest as we didn't want to disturb the birds. But, when we did, there were four little birds, and, later they used to peep over the nest. Then, one summer morning, I heard a bird screech. I then heard mummy say to dad, "The cat." We all hurried out, but, to our cFsmay, there were no birds in the nest. The cat had got into the fernery by climbing the ladder. After searching for quite a time, we found the four little birds—where do you think? All in the hanging baskets, safe and sound from the prowler. —Yvonne Gray, III.a, Kronle.

The Golden Butterfly

Wattles bending near the creek, Orchids over there, Silver streams are running by, Rosellas in the air.

Oh, lovely golden butterfly, Flitting as you pass, Do you ever think about The orchids in the grass?

Up in a gum-tree high, Can you guess who's there? Mother and her baby Fluffy koala bear. —Margery Nicholls, Junior IV.b., Berry.

Do you ever think about The lovely wild flowers That grow in woodlands, plains or grass In softest mossy bowers?

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They think you are most beautiful, As in the sunshine's beam They look at you with awe, and think How wonderfully you gleam. —Paddy Dixon, Junior IV.b., 9 years.

Blossoms A tree in our garden is a delight to the eye, Covered with blossoms which will soon fade and die. We know that the flowers so abundant and white, Must fall very soon and pass as the night, must But we hope that the fruit which surely come Will be hundreds and thousands, and not only one. —Judith Coleman, Lower IV.c., 12 years, Cato.

A Picture Beside the silent river, The golden wattles grow. And here and there amidst the grass, The orchids sometimes show. The capeweed makes a carpet bright, Where children love to play, And search for purple wax-lips, And butter -cups so gay. —Margaret Scott, Junior IV.b., 9 years.

My Garden I have a little garden, all rosy and white, And all the little fairies venture there at night. Their gowns are all the colours Of the rainbow, pink and blue, I wish I were a fairy, and lived with them, too. There came a little doormouse To their houses one day, Selling all his goods before the break of day, He sold them dainty bracelets, rings, and tiny things, He had a tiny little cage with a bird that sings. —Wendy Renkin, Lower III b., 9 years. Fitchett.

Dandelion Little yellow dandelion Peeping through the grass, You will tell the fairy time When your flower has passed.

Little fairies tripping home, On the swaying green, Softly climb your hairy leaves, And blow away your sheen. —Helen Marriott, Junior IV.a., Fitchett.

Eggs It's egg day again, and I've broken my eggs, And the yolks all trickling down my legs; It'll soon reach my long socks, oh, what shall" I do, I wish I'd got mummy to pack them, don't you? It's the Glenferrie tram, and I'll soon be at. school, A pre. is on gate, my gloves, oh, the rule, But how can I wear them they're covered with. mess, And look at my socks! and look at my dress! But now I've reached class, and the girls areall there, I'll go to the mirror and look at my hair, My dress, and my socks, and my bag, oh, dear,. dear! There goes the bell, and our Form-mistress is. here! And now our poor Form has the least eggs of all, Just because on the way I happened to fall, But Egg Day will come again, and I do intend,. To carry more carefully eggs we can't mend. —Elizabeth Duncan, Lower III.a, 9 years, Fitchett.

How the Rainbow got its Colours There was once a little rainbow called Colourful, who was very, very sad, because his name did not suit him, and all his friends laughed at him, for he had no colours at all! One day his. friends held a meeting, at which they decided to save up their money to paint the Town Hall. It was really a fleecy white cloud. At last they had collected enough money to buy all the paint they needed from Mr. Sun, who is full of bright colours. He always has some to spare, in case he thinks a streak of blue would look nice here, or a streak of gold there. Colourful's friends got up early to start their work. Colourful was sad that he was not invited to be with them. He was up early, too, that day,.

SILVER AND GREEN and set out for his morning walk across the skies. After a few hours his friends were so tired with all their hard work, that they said to Colourful, as he was on his way home, "If only we had someone to help us!" Colourful was a kind little rainbow, so he was glad to help them. He worked so very hard for such a long time that he got more and more splashed with colours, until at last, when the whole town hall was painted, he was shining with all the lovely colours there are in the rainbow. Now he is a very happy rainbow, and he is the one that shines so brightly in our sky. —Rosalind Johns, Junior IV.b., 9 years, Cato.

The Story of an M.L.C. Star Once a little star, twinkling brightly in the night, decided to go to earth. He went to Jupiter, the king of the gods, and said he wanted to go to see the people on earth. Jupiter said that he could go. The little star was so delighted that he fell out of the sky. He found that he was falling towards the earth very quickly. He would soon be touching the ground, he thought. Just then he felt a bump. He was lying in the soft grass of Australia. He was too tired to move. He would be asleep any moment now.

The sun was climbing up the hill, but the little star did not waken. He was dreaming of his mother, who was so far away from him. He woke as he felt himself put into a hand, for a man had found the star as he was taking his morning walk. He was looking for an emblem, or crest, for the school he had founded. He took home the star and polished it up, and from that day to this the star has been the emblem of M.L.C. All the girls who go there are proud of their star, which brought happiness to the man who found it. —Elizabeth Duncan, Lower III.a., 9 years, Fitchett.

Acknowledgment of Contemporaries The Editor wishes to acknowledge with thanks the receipt of the following School magazines: "The Scotch Collegian," "Patchwork," "Pallas," "The Mitre," "Wesley College Chronicle," "Pegasus," "The Carey Chronicle " "The Record," "The Corian," "The Fintonian," "The Brook," "The Melburnian," "The Ivananion," "The Brighton Grammarian," "The Unicorn," "Ubique," "Silver and Green" (Elsternwick), "Minoli," Kandy; "Moreton Bay Magazine" (Brisbane); "The Swan," "St. Catherine's Magazine," B.S.L. Newsletter, and any others which may have been unintentionally omitted.

Breakers on the Nobbies, Phillip Island. —Valerie Scott, Dip.B.

The Old Collegian

Mrs. P. R. LESLIE (Mabel Rowe), President Old Collegians' Club, 1947-48.

THE OLD COLLEGIAN Conducted by PAST STUDENTS OF THE METHODIST LADIES' COLLEGE.

OFFICE-BEARERS AND COUNCIL, 1947-48. President: Mrs. P. R. Leslie (Mabel Rowe). Vice-Presidents: Mrs. R. L. McCoy (Ann Dufty), Mrs. G. B. Swift (Marie Sutherland), Pev. A. Harold Wood, M.A., B.D., Dip.Ed. (ex officio). Acting Honorary Secretary: Miss Pat May. Honorary Assistant Secretary: Mrs. T. Twycross (Violet Woolcock) Honorary Treasurer: Miss Hilda Brown Editress of Magazine and Publicity Officer: Miss Queenie Howell. Council: Miss Marjorie Anderson, Mrs. E. Bignell (Nellie Ellis), Miss Norma Butt, Miss Dorothy Cooper, Mrs. H. J. L. Crawford (Sheila Mar-

EDITORIAL "Thou was made glorious in the midst of the sea."—Ezekiel. In these days of turmoil, with so many destructive forces at work in our midst endeavouring to rend the great Empire, of which we Australians form an honoured part, and to which so many great men and women have dedicated their lives, is it not the duty of those of us who realise the faith, idealism, and toil that moulded that Empire, to endeavour to strengthen and to be loyal to the great Mother Country—the Mother Country that has given us, the people of Australia, peace from outside aggression since our infancy as a British Colony?

shall), Mrs. T. Powell Dawes (Margaret Guthridge), Mrs. F. W. Flewellen (Ilma Towler), Miss Pat Hagerty, Mrs. A. G. Haycraft (Elma Martyn), Mrs. C. Holloway (Gwen Bassett), Miss Kathleen Kelly, Mrs. R. Maddocks (Muriel Cox), Miss Pat May, Mrs. Alex. S. Morgan (Mavis Beck), Miss Jean McKenzie, Miss Shirley Robinson, Miss Neva Start, Miss Barbara Smith, Miss Joan Turner, Miss Enid Wentworth. Mrs. R. Napier White (Sayde Reynolds), Immediate Past President (ex officio). College Council Representatives: Mrs. W. Blackburn (Vera Lockwood), Miss Dora Harcourt, Mrs. A. G. Haycraft (Elma Martyn), Mrs. R. L. McCoy (Ann Dufty). Club Rooms Committee: Chairman, Mrs. W. L. Russell (Ida Skelton). Honorary Secretary, Mrs. E. Forsyth (Edna Pryor). Honorary Treasurer: Mrs. A. Tozer (Alice Thompson).

Could it be that the great leaders of the British Empire—Disraeli, the statesman; Rhodes, the Empire builder; Kipling, the poet, and so many others—were merely blinded by patriotic fervour, carried away by emotionalism and overawed by the splendour of the Empire? No. These men saw right through to the heart of things; they saw the basic greatness of the British Empire, and they gave their lives and gifts to keep her great and make her greater, with their practical dreams of Empire expansion and development. At this time when it is so easy to be led this way and that by propagandists against the Empire—and they are numerous and strong--let us turn to India. Does not a tragic picture

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confront us—an India, now that Britain has withdrawn, in the throes of suffering, partition and disintegration that has seldom been seen in history? India may, in time to come, win, through bloodshed and suffering, a measure of sane government and peace, but it will not be through withdrawal of British control. And so we might point to other tragic happenings in the Colonies to-day, the work of these Empire disintegrators, who have nothing to offer but confusion and sorrow. In conclusion, does it not become us who love this Empire of ours to strive to understand in some measure the "vision splendid" that inspired our leaders in the past and to carry on their work, if in a humbler way. Let us not be led astray by false prophets and new theorists, who, in words, would reorganise the world but who, in effect, only produce more chaos and suffering; let us, too, be Empire builders by disseminating the doctrine of loyalty, and by strengthening the bonds of Empire, individually, in our own immediate world.

MINUTES OF THE FORTY-SECOND ANNUAL MEETING OF THE OLD COLLEGIANS' CLUB OF THE METHODIST LADIES' COLLEGE, Held on Monday, 15th September, 1947, at 8 p.m. in the Drawing-room of the Independent Hall, Collins Street, Melbourne. Chair. The President, Mrs. R. N. White, was in the chair. Minutes of Previous Meeting. Minutes of the Annual Meeting of 20/9/46, as published in the December issue of "The Old Collegian," were passed as read, their adoption being moved by Mrs. T. Wood, seconded by Mrs. W. Blackburn. Apologies. Apologies were received from Mesdames Bell, Crone, Eggleston, Forsyth, Jack, Mackenzie, Sutherland, Tozer, Twycross, also Misses Barker, Dodd, Flockart, Hagerty, Harcourt, Ward and Wentworth. Reports. The Honorary Secretary presented the Pres.dent's Annual Report for 1946-47. Moved by Mrs. H. Crawford, and seconded by Miss D. Ball, that this be adopted.

The Honorary Treasurer presented the Balance-sheet for 1946-47, its adoption being moved by Miss I. Pearson, and seconded by Mrs. P. R. Leslie. Carried. The following reports were then received:— Club Rooms, Mrs. W. L. Russell. National Council of Women, Mrs. A. G. Haycraft. Elsternwick Branch, Miss Beverley Richards. Chapel Appeal, Miss Kathleen Kelly. Moved by Mrs. T. Powell Dawes, and seconded by Mrs. A. W. Nicholls, that these reports be adopted. Carried. Election of Office-Bearers. As only one nomination was received for the position of Junior Vice-President, and as exactly the required number of nominations for Council Members were received, no voting was necessary. Nominations were called for the position of Honorary Secretary at this meeting. It was proposed by Mrs. G. B. Swift, and seconded by Mrs. A. McCutcheon, that Miss Pat May be appointed Acting Honorary Secretary for six months; Miss Veenie Harrison to be asked to take over as Honorary Secretary after that period. Syllabus. It was resolved that the incoming Council be asked to arrange for the Annual Dinner to be held at the Victoria Palace in August, 1948. A Fashion Parade was also suggested. Chapel Appeal. It was reported that enquiries are being made in regard to the gift to be presented to the Chapel by the Old Collegians' Club. A stainedglass window, costing about £500, is being considered. Book Plate. The following motion was passed on from the last Council Meeting—that a meeting of Past Presidents be called to make the final choice of design for the Book Plate. It was proposed by Miss Kelly that this motion be accepted; seconded by Mrs. P. R. Leslie. General. Mrs. Alex. S. Morgan, who had just returned from Sydney, passed on greetings to this meeting from the Sydney Branch.

THE OLD COLLEGIAN It was resolved that a letter of thanks be sent to Mr. A. Scott, our honorary auditor also a letter of greeting to Mrs. W. A. Jack who was ill in hospital. Miss Kathleen Kelly expressed the thanks of all members to the President and Council for their year's work. Mrs. R. N. White, in responding, thanked the office-bearers and Council for their cooperation during the year, and then welcomed the incoming President, Mrs. P. R. Leslie. The meeting then closed. —ELMA S. HAYCRAFT, Act. Hon. Secretary.

ANNUAL REPORT OF THE OLD COLLEGIANS' CLUB OF THE METHODIST LADIES' COLLEGE FOR YEAR 1946-1947. On behalf of the President of the Old Collegians' Club of the Methodist Ladies' College, I have pleasure in presenting the forty-second annual report for the year 1946-47. With the exception of the April meeting, all meetings have been held in the Independent Hall, through the courtesy of Mrs. Walter Jack. The April meeting was held at the home of the President, Mrs. R. N. White. Eight Council meetings were held, and at the second meeting the following were elected to the executive committee: Mesdames Alan Bell, D. Crone, A. G. Haycraft, G. B. Swift, and Misses B. Jackson, I. Pearson, B. Taylor, E. Wentworth and J. Wood. In October a letter of resignation was received from Mrs. L. Williams from the positions of National Council Delegate and Council member. Mrs. A. G. Haycraft was appointed National Council delegate, and Mrs. A. W. Nicholls as Council member, in her stead. At the March meeting, Miss Sheila Marshall resigned her position as Honorary Secretary, owing • to her approaching marriage, and Mrs. A. G. Haycraft was asked to take over this position until the annual meeting. Back-to-School Day was the fi rst function for the year, and thanks to Mr. and Mrs Wood, the Old Collegians present spent a most enjoyable afternoon. The President addressed the assembly of past and present girls in the Fitchett Hall, after which Miss Edith Barker pre-

sented a cheque for £753 to Mr. Wood for the Old Collegians' Bursary, which will operate for the first time in 1948. The annual Church Servi ce was held on 3rd November at Wesley Chur ch, the service being conducted by Rev. Irvin g Benson, assisted by , Rev. A. Harold Woo d. Solos sung by Misses Lancaster and Wood were greatly appreciated. At the morning assem bly on 26th November , the office-bearers of the Club were welcomed by the Principal, and our President addre ssed the senior girls. Two hundred and twelve girls joined the Club on that occasion. On Saturday, 7th December, the annual Garden Party was held at the College, where our President and Mr. and Mrs. Wood receiv ed about three hundred and sixty club members, who spent a pleasant afternoon wandering around their old school, and taking great interest in the exhibition of work done by the present girls. The afternoon tea was served buffet style, with Council members undertaking the necessary work, ably assisted by the boarders. Speech Night was held on the 13th December in the Melbourne Town Hall. The "Ethel Landen" prize for Honour English was shared by Ailsa Sefton and Judit h Leask, while the "Margaret Tiddeman" scholarship for 1947 was won by Joan Willis. On Friday, 21st Marc h, an evening was held at the College to welcome new school-girl members. About 160 were present, and everyone enjoyed a happy evening of games and singing. At the Chapel Fair, held at the College on 11th and 12th April, the four stalls conducted by the Old Collegians' Club raised the sum of £245/3/7. A special word of appreciation is given to Miss Barker and Miss Kelly for all their work as conveners. A Literary Evening was held in the Boarders' Lounge at the College on Friday, 9th May. The speaker, Matron Whea tly, gave an interesting talk on her trip abroad with the Victory Contingent, and musical items by younger members of the Club were much appreciated. On 11th June the Annu al Ball was held in the Malvern Town Hall, when 45 debutantes were presented to the President, Mrs. R. N. White. Over 900 people were present, and we congratulate the secretaries , Misses Barbara Smith and Joan McCallum . on this evening, which was so successful, both socially and fi nan-

ANNUAL REPORT OF THE OLD COLLEGIANS' CLUB OF THE METHODIST LADIES' COLLEGE FOR YEAR 1946-1947. On behalf of the President of the Old Collegians' Club of the Methodist Ladies' College, I have pleasure in presenting the forty-second annual report for the year 1946-47. With the exception of the April meeting, all meetings have been held in the Independent Hall, through the courtesy of Mrs. Walter Jack. The April meeting was held at the home of the President, Mrs. R. N. White. Eight Council meetings were held, and at the second meeting the following were elected to the executive committee: Mesdames Alan Bell, D. Crone, A. G. Haycraft, G. B. Swift, and Misses B. Jackson, I. Pearson, B. Taylor, E. Wentworth and J. Wood. In October a letter of resignation was received from Mrs. L. Williams from the positions of National Council Delegate and Council member. Mrs. A. G. Haycraft was appointed National Council delegate, and Mrs. A. W. Nicholls as Council member, in her stead. At the March meeting, Miss Sheila Marshall resigned her position as Honorary Secretary, owing. to her approaching marriage, and Mrs. A. G. Haycraft was asked to take over this position until the annual meeting. Back-to -School Day was the first function for the year, and thanks to Mr. and Mrs Wood, the Old Collegians present spent a most enjoyable afternoon. The President addressed the assembly of past and present girls in the Fitchett Hall, after which Miss Edith Barker pre-

sented a cheque for £753 to Mr. Woo d for the Old Collegians' Bursary, which will operate for the first time in 1948. The annual Church Service was held on 3rd November at Wesley Church, the service being conducted by Rev. Irvin g Benson, assisted by Rev. A. Harold Wood. Solos sung by Misses Lancaster and Wood were greatly appr eciated. At the morning assem bly on 26th Nov ember, the office-bearers of the Club were welc omed by the Principal, and our President addr essed the senior girls. Two hundred and twelve girls joined the Club on that occasion. On Saturday, 7th December, the annual Garden Party was held at the College,where our President and Mr. and Mrs. Wood received about three hundred and sixty club mem bers, who spent a pleas ant afternoon wand ering around their old school, and taking great inter est in the exhibition of work done by the present girls. The afternoon tea was served buffet style, with Council members undertaking the necessary work, ably assisted by the boarders. Speech Night was held on the 13th December in the Melbourne Tow n Hall. The "Ethel Landen" prize for Honour English was shared by Ailsa Sefton and Judith Leask, while the "Margaret Tiddeman" scholarship for 1947 was won by Joan Will is. On Friday, 21st Mar ch, an evening was held at the College to welc ome new school-girl members. About 160 were present, and everyone enjoyed a happy evening of games and singing. At the Chapel Fair, held at the College on 1 1 th and 12th April, the four stalls conducted by the Old Collegian s' Club raised the sum of £245/3/7. A special word of appreciation is given to Miss Barker and Miss Kelly for all their work as convener s. A Literary Evening was held in the Boar ders' Lounge at the College on Friday, 9th May. The speaker, Matron Wheatly, gave an interesting talk on her trip abroad with the Victory Contingent, and musical item s by younger members of the Club were much appreciated. On 1 1 th June the Ann ual Ball was held in the Malvern Town Hall . when 45 debutante s were presented to the President, Mrs. R. N. White. Over 900 people were present, and we congratulate the secretarie s, Misses Barbara Smith and Joan McCallum . on this evening, which was so successful, both socially and fi nan-

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cially. The sum of £248 was handed over to the Food for Britain Appeal. The Annual Dinner, which has not been held during the war years, was revived at the Victoria Palace on Tuesday, 19th August, when 130 members were present. The guest speaker, Mr. John Athisayam, held all interested in his talk on "India To-day," after which musical items were rendered by the younger members, and a very pleasant evening was enjoyed by all. This year there has been much sickness and sorrow amongst our members, and our thoughts have been with them. To . those who have suffered sorrow we extend our sympathy, and to those who have not been able to be with us through illness, we send loving thoughts. Our sincere thanks go to Mr. and Mrs. Wood for their warm welcome to us on the various To occasions we have been at the College. say also we Pearson I. and Misses D. Ball "Thank you" for all their help and co-operation at these functions. In conclusion, we would like to express appreciation to the Council members for their work during the year, and to the incoming President we all extend a most hearty welcome. SAYDE WHITE, President. ELMA S. HAYCRAFT, Hon. Secretary.

M.L.C. OLD COLLEGIANS' CLUB ROOMS. Once again we are happy to report that our very members continue to meet regularly, and all by enjoyed been pleasant afternoons have homes: members' at the following October 18th —Mrs. R. L. McCoy (Ann Dufty). December 2nd—Combined Old Girls' Club, and City. We celebrated our 20th Birthday chairChristmas Party by having a Dinner. Our very • man. Mrs. W. L. Russell (Ida Skelton), much and attractive an with us presented kindly enjoyed cake; twenty candles were lit and sucR. cessfully "put out" by our President, Mrs. were Napier White (Sayde Reynolds) ; tables suitably decorated, and bright and attractive Miss caps were worn by all. Later in the evening at the B. Parsons, a former Games Mistress College, who went to England in 1938 and

returned to Australia after serving with the British Red Cross during the war years, gave a very interesting account of the work done by the British Red Cross. She also stressed the magnificent sacrifices made by the British people during the war years, and told how acute the food situation was, and how the people shared their food parcels. In closing her remarks, she stressed the necessity for not only continuing to send food parcels, but to send MORE of them if at all possible. Owing to the transport strikes earlier in the year, and the very active part our members were taking in the April Fair, our meetings were postponed until later in the year. July 4th—Mrs. W. L. Russell (Ida Skelton). September 19th.—Mrs. V. E. Walklate (Myra Corney). We do wish to thank the above members most sincerely for their kindness in helping to entertain us, and for making these very much appreciated reunions possible. December lst—We shall be celebrating our 21st anniversary, and expect a record attendance. Members will also be asked to express their opinion on "the advisability of opening Club Rooms." In closing, I should like to thank our members for their loyal and valuable co-operation during the past years, and may we enjoy many years more in each other's company. EDNA FORSYTH, Secretary (Tel. WF7885 ) .

SYDNEY BRANCH OF MELBOURNE M.L.C.O.C.C. Afternoon Tea Party. Mrs. Wallace Deane (Elsie Danks), our President, kindly invited Old Collegians to an afternoon party at her residence, M.L.C., Burwood, on Saturday, 7th June, 1947, commencing at 2.30 p.m. During the afternoon Old Collegians inspected the College, and were surprised at the amount of damage done by the recent fire in the Although residential section of the College. repairs were well in hand, there was still a lot of work to be done to restore the charred ruins.

Dickinson-Monteath Studios. DEBUTANTES AT ANNUAL BALL, HELD AT THE MALVERN TOWN HALL ON 11th JUNE, 1947. Back Row: June Raybould, Valerie Btll, Pat Leonard , Ruth Roberts, Margaret Boatfield, Kathleen Reseigh, Merle Fourth Row: June Dunkley, Lois Robertson, Barclay, Dorothy Price. Ruth Allan, Anne Webster, Joan Ffrench, Margare t Maddock, Lois Johnson, Rae Hughes, Th:rd Row: Norma Reed, Betty Scholz, Second Row: Ruth McCombe, Ailsa Murdoch, Joan Hodge, Wilma Pearce, Ruth Pretty, Pat Holt, Norma Curzon, June Elliott, Norma Butt. Barbara Ward. Pamela Weber, Valerie Maughan, Dorothy Bennett, Mrs. R. N. White, June Phillips, Shirley Wilma Jones, Ross, Front Row: Margaret Todner, June Lucas, Shirley Wilma Jeffers, Barbara Stanford, Kathleen Macartney. Trezise, Jean Colledge, Sylvane Reynolds, Joan Morgan, Margaret Morison, Lois Brown.

THE OLD COLLEGIAN visitors, Mrs. Basil Kilvington (Lucy Watsf ord) and Mrs. Alex. S. Morgan (Mavis Beck). Mrs. Kilvington was the founder of the Old Collegians' Club in Melbourne, and we were pleased to hear news of the old School from her. A welcome was also extended to six new members—Joscelyn Pescott, Mrs. N. T. Gardiner (Gwen Sims), Claire Shaw, Barbara McDonald, Barbara Astridge and Mrs. Fountain.

Election of Officers. A list of nominations for office-bearers for the ensuing year was then read to the meeting, and it was decided to elect the following: President: Mrs. G. Bluett (Elsie Whiteman). Secretary: Miss Isabel McClelland Treasurer: Miss Zat Preston. Asst. Treasurer: Dr. E. Leonard (Elsie Brown). Vice-Presidents: Miss Phil Cram, Mrs. T. W. Campbell (Gretchen Krome), Mrs. R. G. Blayney (Dorothy Callaghan), Miss Brownley. Committee: Miss J. Wishart, Miss P. Preston, —Maxwell Porteous. Whiteman), (Elsie Mrs. G. •Shain (Ivy Kermode), Mrs. H. W. Mrs. G. BLUETT President M.L.C. Old Collegians' Club (Sydney Branch), Chancellor (May Green), Miss E. Kennedy, 1947-49. Mrs. H. Odgers (Doris Grainger), Miss E. Some of the younger members of the Club Paton. played tennis during the afternoon, while others Publicity Officer: Miss C. Money. watched or chatted in the lounge room. We all of Honour. Guest thoroughly enjoyed the lovely tea party proOur Guest of Honour for the evening was vided by our hostess, and were sorry when it Miss Jean Bluett, who spoke to us on China. She was time to depart. gave a most interesting talk about her experiExecutive Meeting. months with ences during her twelve An Executive Meeting was held at the Girls' U.N.N.R.A., and we wish to record our appreSecondary Schools' Club Rooms at 1 p.m. on ciation of her kindness in coming along to talk Thursday, 31st July, 1947. As ♦ lunchecin party to us. A vote of thanks to Miss Bluett was procould not be arranged, we held a formal composed by Mrs. Chancellor, and this was seconded. mittee meeting, and the nomination of office - by Miss Pam Thomas. bearers for the ensuing year then took place. ISABEL McCLELLAND, It was also decided to increase the charge by Secretary. 1/. for the Buffet Tea arranged for the 2nd News September, and to set aside any surplus money to be included with our next contribution to the Gertrude Day spent a holiday in Sydney this Chapel Fund. year. Annual Meeting. The sixteenth Annual Meeting cf the Sydney Branch of the Old Collegian ' Club was held in the Girls' Secondary Schools' Club Rooms. 45 Market Street, Sydney, on Tuesday. 2nd September. 1947, at 5.30 p.m. There were thirty-two Old Collegians present at the Buffet Tea, which commenced at 5.30 p.m , and we were very pleased to welcome two

Mrs. E. S. A. Bell (Fanny Smith) visited Sydney at Easter time. Dr. Adelaide Gault motored over to see her sister, Kath Fraser, and her baby daughter: Pam Thomas is studying a course in Social service and hopes to become an almoner. Mrs. G. Shain (Ivy Kermode) went to Melbourne to recuperate after her operation, and,

THE OLD COLLEGIAN while there attended the annual Literary Evening of the Melbourne Club. Mrs. Shain's son, Alec, was married on 19th June to June Powys. Jean Wishart spent a month in Melbourne and enjoyed her holiday there. Dr. E. Leonard (Elsie Brown) is now recovering after an operation, and all Club members trust she will soon be feeling her usual bright self again. Club members regret to hear of the death of Phil Cram's father in June, and wish to convey their sympathy to her. Mrs. J. G. Macdonald ( Jean Howarth) and Mrs. T. W. Campbell (Gretchen Krome) both spent some weeks in Melbourne recently. Millicent Slater was married to Mr. Michael Field on Saturday, 30th Augusr, 1947, at Wesley College Chapel. Mrs. G. D. Clark (Helen Reynolds) is in England at present, and will not be returning until January, 1949. Margaret Thomas has been staying in Harpenden, and is going to Copenhagen, Denmark, for a Scientific Conference, where she will represent Australia. While on the Continent she hopes to visit Norway and Sweden.

ADELAIDE BRANCH OF MELBOURNE M.L.C. O.C.C. Since the mid-year report, we held a gathering in June, which took the form of a luncheon in town at Birk's Willow Room. It was good to have the room to ourselves, and so be able to enjoy an hour of talk, laughter and fellowship. Fifteen members were present. It was decided to book the Willow Room for our Annual Meeting on 22nd August. As our membership is not large, it may be of interest to O.C.C. members in other States if a list of names is included in this report. At the time of writing, our members were as follows: President, Mrs. F. L. Benda (Cherry Bailey); Vice-President, Mrs. L. A. Cox (Mary Hart) ; Treasurer, Mrs. C. L. Morgan (Ruby Miller); Secretary, Mrs. J. F. W. Dunn (Estelle Gardner) ; Mrs. P. McKenzie Strang (Connie Beighton), Mrs. E. R. Bowman (Lillie Wait), Mrs. E. W. Adlam (Editha Gardner), Mrs. H. IL. Stephenson (Miram Longmire), Mrs. C. M.

Field (Adelaide Crane), Mrs. R. Oswald (Emma Day), Mrs. L. Rooney (Gertrude Nicholson), Mrs. T. W. Martin (Vera Bamford), Mrs. J. McD. Morton (Joyce Love), Mrs. C. E. Winnall (Ruth Jackson), Miss Bessie Jackson, Mrs. E. L. Cockrell (Bessie Crowle Stanyer), Mrs. R. Reece (Rita Davidson), Misses Golda Cocks, Alberta Lauer and Valerie Kerr. Having passed through our thirteenth year so successfully, we look forward with happy anticipation to our fourteenth, and send greetings to the members of all other branches. Annual Meeting. A very happy Annual Meeting took place in the cosy Willow Room at Birk's, Rundle Street, at 2.30 p.m., on 22nd August. Twelve members were present—a number unfortunately being prevented from attending at the last moment because of sickness. The minutes of the last annual meeting were read and confirmed, followed by the minutes of the four meetings held during the year. Then came the Secretary's report, which told of a year full of good fellowship and cheery gatherings at seaside luncheons, pictures and suppers. Mrs. C. L. Morgan, our Treasurer, then read her report, which showed that we have three War Savings Certificates in the bank. It was passed by the members that the annual meeting should be moved to June, as it would be a more convenient month for most members. The four meetings for the year were then discussed and a suitable programme arranged. Our President, Mrs. Benda, who was retiring from office after two years of unflagging interest and enthusiasm, asked Mrs. Stephenson to take the chair whilst the new President was elected. Our Vice-President from last year— Mrs. Cox—was warmly welcomed to the position, which we know she will fill very graciously. For Vice-President, the twelve members present agreed that Mrs. P. McKenzie Strang should fill the position. Following this, Mrs. Morgan was asked to continue as Treasurer, and Mrs. Dunn consented to continue her duties as Secretary. After Mrs. Benda had been thanked by all members for her untiring interest a; President, afternoon tea was served in the Willow Room, and thus ended the thirteenth annual meeting. ESTELLE M. DUNN. Secretary.

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M.L.C. (CATO BRANCH) OLD COLLEGIANS' ASSOCIATION It is my pleasure to again present the Annual Report of M.L.C. (Cato Branch) Old Collegians' Association. The past year has been one of many happy reunions, and it has been most gratifying to welcome so many new members into our circle, and to meet old friends again. Our social activities commenced with a skating night at the Glaciarium early in October, but the attendance was rather poor. This was followed by the Annual Dinner at the Victoria Palace on Wednesday, 4th December, 1946, and, as usual, it was the highlight of the year and well attended. Afterwards it was left to members to arrange their own entertainment, and there were a number of theatre parties, etc. It was a busy week, as, on the following Saturday, the President and I had the pleasure of being the guests of the Senior O.C.C. at their Garden Party at Hawthorn. Our Annual Meeting took place at school on Wednesday, 9th July, at which the attendance was very good. The business of the evening was carried out successfully, and the arrangements for the forthcoming year were enthusiastically received. These included a dance by the younger members of the Club at the Brighton Town Hall on Saturday, 27th September. Following this, there is to be a picnic somewhere in the Dandenongs and early next year a Mannequin Parade of winter fashions. The office-bearers elected were: President, Mrs. P. Matthews. Vcc-President, M'ss M. Snowball. Secretary, Miss B. Richards. Treasurer, Miss V. Wiff en. and a committee of six members. We enrolled forty-three new members, and it is to be hoped this coming year will be as successful and happy as the last. B. M. RICHARDS, Secretary. REPORT OF DELEGATES TO NATIONAL COUNCIL OF WOMEN OF VICTORIA It is with pleasure that I present the Annual Report of the meetings of the National Council of Women of Victoria. The meetings, held

monthly, are well attended, and we have had the privilege of hearing many interesting speakers cover a wide range of subjects. The first meeting of the year was held in April. The speaker, the Rt. Hon. R. G. Casey, spoke on "How to get the best out of life for ourselves and those around us." He pointed out that each one of us was a leader in some form or other to those near us, and we must always endeavour to be worthy of the trust they put in us. In May the speaker was Mrs. Blackburn, M.H.R., who took as her subject, "Home and Humanity." She appealed to all people to set aside their various differences of opinion and work whole-heartedly together for the good of the general community. Problems of old age needed a great deal more attention; it was not a party problem, but should be the concern of all people. On 12th June a discussion afternoon was held, the subject being "Civil Conscience." Mrs. Rapke spoke on Civic Conscience within Australia, and asked that the women of Australia take a greater interest in public life and women's organisations. Women, she said, composing more than half the population in this country, have the balance of power in their hands if they would only interest themselves Mrs. sufficiently in local and party politics. Couchman spoke on "Civic Conscience in International Life," stating that, up to now, we have been kept safe by the British Navy and its prestige, but, in the future we shall have to help ourselves more. Women can help by reading, and educating themselves and their children on international affairs. Interchange of educational and trade personnel is essential for us to realise how the other nations live. Miss Katherine Goods spoke to us in July on her experiences in Britain and Scandinavia, while doing social work there. In August Mrs. J. D. G. Medley took as her subject, "Service Outside the Spotlight." She said that much of the greatest service done for mankind is done by unobtrusive service which remains unchanged by spotlight hysteria. She stated that young people must be given guidance towards giving their service as leaders of kindergarten, guide, and all youth work, and assist-

THE OLD COLLEGIAN ing with the problems that beset older people, too. Dr. A. E. Coates spoke at the September meeting. He regretted the fact that there is less care for the individual in this country to• day—less care on the part of the employer for hi.s employees, and certainly less on the part of the employees for the employer. He also deplored the number of nurses who had taken other work and hoped that they would return to their profession where they were so badly needed. Wages and hours had nothing to do with medicine, he said, and girls must go into the profession with the idea that it was something they should love, and with the idea of service towards humanity. ELMA S. HAYCRAFT, Delegate. • BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP On Monday, 6th October, the National Council of Women of Victoria gave a farewell to Lady Dugan at the Melbourne Town Hall. Her Excellency was presented with a Book of Friendship, containing photographs of herself visiting hospitals and Red Cross Services, also attending various social functions in Victoria. Messages were included from all clubs affiliated with the National Council of Women. The message sent from our Club, which had to be condensed to approximately thirty words, read as follows: "Members of Methodist Ladies' College Old Collegians' Club extend to Her Excellency Lady Dugan their best wishes. Her Excellency's interest in the College is appreciated, and we happily recall the 1939 prize distribution." Lady Dugan was delighted with the gift, and spoke feelingly of the happy associations she had formed here. CHAPEL APPEAL The sub-committee appointed for this appeal has worked enthusiastically throughout the year, and we are pleased to report that there is now a balance of £72/15/11 in hand. Of this amount £52 was received in donations and the proceeds of a stall at the Garden Party, and a very enjoyable Picture Night arranged by the Shell Company of Australia helped to swell the fund.

Our main efforts were concentrated on the April Fair, which was held at the College on 11th and 12th April. The conveners and the Secretary of the O.C.C. were invited to join the special committee formed for this Fair, and the School, Parents' Association and O.C.C. all worked together to raise the amount of £2321/1/11. The O.C.C. stalls raised a total of £245/2/-, and it is desired to thank all Old Collegians who supported us by sending along gifts and helping on the stalls. The Fancy Goods raised £94/2/6, Tuck Shop and Sweets £84/18/1, and Cakes £56/1/5. At a general meeting held on 28th February, the form of memorial to be placed in the Chapel was discussed, but it was decided that th's would be dealt with at a later meeting. It is hoped that the Club will now be able to concentrate on a special objective during the coming year, and that, with the continued support of Old Collegians, something worth while may be achieved. EDITH BARKER, KATHLEEN KELLY, Joint Conveners. ROYAL EMPIRE SOCIETY— YOUTH GROUP The 15th September marked the inaugural meeting date for the Royal Empire Society Youth Group. The meeting was held at the home of Lady Dixon, Higham Road, Hawthorn, and about fifty-six young people attended. The object of the Group is that of the original Empire Society: "To promote the preservation of a permanent union between the Mother Country and all other parts of the Empire; to maintain the power and best traditions of the Empire." The members of the Group are to be known as "Companion," and the age limit is twentyfive years. An invitation is extended to any girls in this age group who are interested in the affairs and aims of the British Empire to contact the secretary, Miss Joan Cain, 25 James Street, Northcote (Tel. JW1721), or 101 Queen Street, Melbourne. NORMA BUTT. (Note.—The Royal Empire Society Youth Group desires to become affiliated with the Old Collegians' Clubs of the Public Schools.)

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EXTRACT FROM ARTICLE BY GLORIA SHOLL On Her Trip to South Africa. After a record voyage of twelve days, we arrived and berthed at Durban early one morning, and started out on a tour of inspection. The first thing to do, of course, was to have a ride in a ricksha, but I made my ride short as it isn't a very comfortable mode of travel. Durban, being tropical, has a wonderful variety of flora, and the flamboyant trees with their bellshaped flowers line most of the streets in the residential areas, and there are frangipani trees in practically every garden. Durban has a small native population compared with the other large cities of South Africa, but there is a very large Indian population. We visited the famous Tea Gardens, where you can have your meals under the frangipani trees, and where you have to keep an eye on your food because it is just as likely to be snatched away, by the monkeys, who are one of the greatest attractions of the gardens. The Town Hall is very impressive, and so also is the 1914-18 War Memorial, which stands in the garden in front of the Town Hall. It is a tall stone structure comprising two angels painted blue on a yellow background, holding up the body of Christ. In front of the structure there is a statue of the body of the Unknown Soldier lying on a stone slab, and standing over it is a torch which is always alight. From Durban, we went on by car to Johannesburg, travelling through Natal, passing the Valley of One Thousand Hills, and visiting such large towns as Ladysmith, where the well-known siege took place during the Boer War, and Pietermaritzburg, which town also figured in that war. A few miles outside Pietermaritzburg are the Howick Falls, a 365 foot drop of cascading water. Johannesburg was a great surprise. It is called a miniature New York. There is no room to expand owing to the gold mines which surround the city, so the buildings of Johannesburg have to go up, and as a result there are several buildings twenty odd stories high. The gold mines on the "Reef," as the mining belt is called, stretch for approximately sixty miles, and some of the mines are two miles down from the ground level. The altitude of Johannesburg is just on 7000 feet

above sea level. Each mine has a compound where the native mine workers are housed, and, at the end of practically every main street, you see a huge mine dump rising out of the earth. One mine in Johannesburg uses as much electricity as the whole of the City of Glasgow. The city area is perhaps nearly as large as Melbourne, but, as most of the buildings have several stories of flats on top of the stores, the need for suburbs is not as great as in Melbourne. Johannesburg has double-decker trams and buses, and special ones, painted silver, for the native population. The natives themselves are a very clever race, and some of those who work in the city as office boys and factory workers are very intelligent, the majority of them being. able to speak very good English. The uneducated ones on their mealie and potato farms are improving though, thanks to the help of the missionaries and the schools in the sparsely populated veldt. The city workers dress very well; they really do love to mix their colours and produce a hectic array of hues. The natives have their own schools and universities, and take on such professions as medicine, law and religion. Girls and boys (they are still known as girls and boys, even when they approach the century mark!) are employed in the houses and prove very diligent workers. One very interesting trip we made was to the Kruger National Game Reserve, about 300 miles north of Johannesburg. It is like a huge park, and the animals are seen in their natural state. You can only travel through it by car, and all through the Reserve the Government have supplied camps where one can stay overnight and obtain food at very reasonable prices. We saw several species of buck, baboons, monkeys, hippoPotami, buffalo, zebras, leopards and cheetahs. The biggest thrill of all happened about 6 o'clock one night when word went around the camp that there were ten lions lying in the middle of the track about a mile away. You can imagine the rush for cars and luckily we were one of the first to be off. Sure enough, lying right in our path were ten lions. They didn't take the slightest notice of the cars, and even when the lights were turned on them they just lay there, revelling in the gasps of wonder-

THE OLD COLLEGIAN ment and admiration that issued from the onlookers. A couple of the more venturesome people opened the doors of the cars and immediately the lions stood up and snarled, which was sufficient warning for the reckless ones. One lion came right up and sniffed at our lamps, and then wandered around the car, and it would have been quite easy for any of the occupants of our vehicle to wind down the window and stroke the big cat! Only no one did so! It really was exciting, and I could think of nothing else for weeks after. Some of our relations in Australia thought we were exaggerating, but it really is quite true. We also visited Pretoria, the Federal capital of South Africa, which is 36 miles north of Johannesburg. One of the attractions of Pretoria is the famous Union Buildings where the Government offices are, and where General Smuts conducted the South African war campaign. We were lucky enough to be shown over these buildings, which stand on a hilltop overlooking the city of Pretoria. As you enter the main wing of the building you step back through the pages of history and enter a Roman house, complete with bath and cloisters. The stone is coloured a pale pink, and it is a masterpiece of architecture. We were shown General Smuts' office, and had the honour of sitting in his arm-chair, also those of the late President Kruger and General Botha. There is a very large scale map of Sicily placed on a table in the Prime Minister's room, and it was here that the great General directed the South African campaign in Sicily. All the streets of Pretoria are lined with jacaranda trees, and the view from the Union Buildings is just one mass of purple with red roofs intermingling. As you know, South Africa is a vast country and I have endeavoured to pass on to you just a few of the impressive sights that interested me, and I hope have interested you, too.

LETTER RECEIVED BY THE EDITRESS FROM Mrs. M. RUTTER (Maud Dodgsun) Asfrom, Yarram, South Gippsland. Dear Miss Howell, I had a letter from Mrs. Buick (nee Daisy Stirling) telling me you had asked her the

names of any old Collegians living at Yarram, and she had given you mine amongst others. I have lived in Ya'rram for thirty-seven years; it was my husband's only practice. Mrs. Buick also told me you were interested in the work of the Red Cross Branch there. It was formed two days after the declaration of War, 1914. I was one of the original members, a Vice-President. We did not disband when war was over, though the President retired from office. She had been wonderful from 1914 to 1918. We continued to work for the sick and wounded soldiers and, being peace time, were able to help the local hospital also, providing most of the linen and making it up, etc. When the Hospital Ladies' Auxiliary was formed, it took over all those responsibilities. With the outbreak of the last war, of course, our activities were greatly increased. As suggested by Headquarters, sub-branches were formed in outlying country districts—six in all—and it has been truly amazing the work they have done and the money raised. The women on the farms have a busy enough life in any case, but from most of the homes sons and fathers had gone and the womenfolk left behind did a truly magnificent job. Yarram was the parent branch and the link with Headquarters. I am not quite certain of my figures, but feel sure I am correct in saying Yarram and the sub-branches raised over £15,000—it may have been nearer £20,000— during the war; this was in addition to money raised by the Comforts Fund, about the same amount and having the same people working for both. We had a shop during the war, the premises being donated for our use. This was most successful. We have had splendid members doing the sewing—pyjamas, etc., also for the later appeals for clothing for Europe and Britain. I am sure the standard could not have been excelled. The knitting was also excellent. I do indeed feel proud to have been associated with them all. What I myself have done has been insignificant. I was elected president in 1918, and have held that office since. I have felt many times a change would be good, but they wanted me to carry on. The office-bearers have been wonderful. As you can realise, the work of the secretary and the treasurer (Mrs. I. B. Cameron (Ida Kelly), an old M.L.C. girl, no longer in Yarram, held that office) was indeed

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arduous, but all was cheerfully and efficiently done. Trusting this will be of interest,—Yours sincerely, M. RUTTER (Maud Dcdgsun).

EXTRACT FROM DIARY BY MRS. S. R. BICKERDIKE (Nancy Gregory) on Her Trip to Switzerland. We left home about 8.25 a.m. after our usual rather mad scramble and, after some panic as to whether everything was locked and the gas turned out, reached Victoria Station about 8.45, to depart at 9.00 on our trip into Wonderland, leaving behind and completely forgetting for two weeks our life in London and all it entails. Our morning seemed full of customs, and showing passports and pieces of paper to different people. We left Folkestone and boarded the s.s. "Canterbury." The crossing was wonderfully smooth, and we enjoyed our lunch in the saloon, the more so because there was actually sugar and butter on the table, which meant we had definitely left Mr. Strachey behind. Soon after lunch we arrived at badly bombed Bologne, which, of course, meant more customs, but being French were, of course, much less boring to us. As we passed through we were issued with our little "pain" coupons. We had some time to spare before the train left for Paris, so spent our first French francs on a glass of sweet red wine in a station cafe. I found the franc rather confusing; I teemed to have so much money, but kept forgetting that one franc is only worth a half-penny. After a three and a half hour train journey, we arrived in Paris. How wonderful to be really in Paris! I found it hard to realise. For me it had the rather strange allure of a foreign city. We were taken to the Hotel Ambassador, which is really de luxe. We had a suite. of rooms, a super .bathroom, large, beautifully furnished bedroom, and a balcony approached, of course, by French windows, overlooking Rue Hauptmann, a lovely tree-lined Montmartre boulevard. We felt so luxurious! We bathed and changed for dinner,, after which we went to see the Folies Bergere. After leaving the Folies, which incidentally lasted from 8.30 until about midnight, we visited a boulevard cafe, which one finds throughout France, even in the small villages. They're super, and could be introduced into Australia during the summer.

We then walked around and saw a 1-ttle of Paris, which is lovely—very alive and gay. Life seems to go on all night; even long after we had gone to bed sounds of life from the street below floated up through our open window. 19th July, 1947. Fairly early after breakfast we left for Basle, Switzerland. The food in Paris is poor, no fresh milk at all, and no sugar. They have no efficient rationing system because, in the country districts, the food it quite good, and we passed miles and miles of land under healthy agriculture; it's amazing—the distribution must be very poor, and the food black market terrific. France appears to be vastly underpopulated; one drives for miles and miles without seeing any signs of life whatever. We passed through lots of French villages and towns which were not specially attractive, but the sun was shining We had lunch at and it was a perfect day. Troyes, and dinner at Vesoule, both huge meals, but one never knows how many courses to expect in France, because the table is never set in preparation; the different cutlery comes with the various courses. We nearly died at dinner; it went on and on—many different dishes. The French certainly can cook. But the bread! I thought the English bread bad, but, ugh! black or yellow, dry—no butter anywhere—and tasteless. The loaves are long and thin, and seem to be all crust. It's funny to see the women market. ing; they carry the yard-long loaves of bread under their arms. (I bought a couple of French magazines—they're similar to the "Woman" or "New Idea," complete with Dorothy Dix type problem page.) Had lots of fun shopping in Chaumont and trying to make people understand. Stanley thinks it's funny when I air my French, and I guess it is rather amusing. We finally arrived at Basle. The Hotel Touring is large, modern, and very comfortable. This is an excellent tour,, well arranged, and with a young Swiss courier, which is a great help . . . The coach is the very latest in design, mostly glass with a sliding sun-roof; it was in the Geneva Exhibition. I told the courier of my Swiss ancestry and, of course, he teases me. Stanley says the Swiss lasses remind him of me, as they all have high cheek bones. The driver is Swiss; he doesn't speak much English, but is always nodding and smiling.

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bathed in a soft pink light contrasting sharply with the pure white of the remaining snow; that during the day the sky is so blue that the water becomes green in contrast. No, I can't really describe it; if only I could.

Our Swiss tour has really begun. After breakfast in Basle, which consisted of beautiful light white rolls, real butter, jam, and coffee with milk, we wandered around the town. Being Sun. day, things were rather quiet. It's a clean, lovely 25th July, 1947. city on the River Rhone—no grey, ugly buildIt is my second birthday away from home ings, but all light coloured, and we saw the and, indeed, I thought of you all. . . . largest, most modern hospital in Europe. It's a I awoke early (one simply couldn't st=ep late superb white building; you would have been so in Switzerland), and found a lovely little packet interested. We changed our money at the main of netz nylon stockings from Stanley at the station, and made a few small purchases. side of my bed. He had already told me he was Judging from the shop windows, one can buy buying a watch for my birthday in Geneva. At simply anything. German is spoken here, eight o'clock we went swimming; it was wonderso I find it easier. I have less trouble in making ful in the blue water with the Jungfrau, lovely myself understood in German, but no one in her sparkling white frock, above . . . After understands my French. breakfast, Stanley went to the station to meet After a wonderful lunch in Basle—the food Pat Tulloch and her mother, who were coming is unbelievable—we left for Lucerne. The from Zurich to spend the day with us. countryside is indescribable. (.What we can't We met them, had refreshments, explored understand is why Grandfather Treyvaud ever Interlaken with its attractive shops full of left.) It's like fairyland; the small villages are goods, its quaint houses, and bathed in sun and like something out of Hans Andersen's fairy the happy, carefree atmosphere. One of its tales. Clean, narrow streets,, houses usually white attractions is the many open-air garden cafes. or cream with coloured shutters and doors. It's with girls- and boys in national costume playing obvious the Swiss take a great interest and pride Swiss tunes. in everything; the houses are spotless, the paint After lunch at the Jungfrau,, we had arranged in perfect condition, and all have colourful to visit some ancient grottos, famous for the window boxes or gardens. healing properties of their waters. People used We stayed the afternoon in Lucerne. It is a to come from all over the world to bathe in large town right on the lake, and surrounded them; also, centuries ago, they were a Roman completely by mountains. The shops seem to Catholic devotion centre. The Grottos penesell simply everything—nylons of all colours, trate for about a mile into the mountain, and shoes, frocks, wonderful patisseries and gateaux; the temperature inside is about 8°C. We were we bought a kilo of patisseries and they were given woollen shawls to put around our shoulwonderful—just melted in one's mouth. The ders. It was very dark and rough, and there jewellery shops are really fascinating; I can were lots of interesting rock formations, stalagnever pass one. After we had wandered around mites and stalactites, and waterfalls rush down the town and down to the lake, we started back on either side of the path; it was quite frightto the car. On our way we popped into a cafe, ening. After coming out, we walked down to and saw four of our party devouring outsize the road again through lovely country, found ice cream sundaes; they couldn't believe it— the coach and whipped off to a spot over the after seven years they had forgotten that such lake for tea, which was, as everything in things existed. After our 13atisser.es, we just Switzerland, a wonderful affair. couldn't face one. We went back to Interlaken and spent the We were to stay the next two days in Brun- evening visiting little cafes and looking in the nen, on Lake Lucerne. If I tried to describe this wonderful wood-carving shops where one could place I should fail miserably. One would have to spend hours. The shops are open until midbe a genius to convey that the lake in front of night, and the shop assistants are very helpful our hotel is really aquamarine, that the moun- and friendly. tain peaks, tall and rugged, are in the evening It was a really lovely birthday.

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26th July, 1947. Our next stop was Berne, and we did a sight-seeing trip of the town, stopping first to see the Bears of Berne, which were originally captured during the war against the Austrian Duke of Savoy, and, since then, their descendants have always lived in pits there; they are also incorporated as a symbol in the Canton flag of Berne. They are lovely brown bears— big bears, middling bears, and baby bears—who climb trees, dance, and do all sorts of tricks. Berne is a lovely city, well planned, clean and attractive. It was very hot there, so, after a short walk we popped into one of the big emporiums, "Loebs," where it was cool, and did some shopping. . . We passed the International Telegraph Building, where the rules and regulations for international telegraph traffic are formed. Our last walk in Berne was along the tree-lined terrace behind the Houses of ParliaAt ment, which overlooks the River Aare. regular intervals along the main roads in Berne are spectacular fountains, which commemorate different events, or people famcus in Swiss history, and I loved the arcades which line the streets between the shops and roadways, also the old city clock in its picturesque setting. We were sorry to leave this ancient city. 27th July„ 1947. . . . After lunch we had our first trip in a mountain railway. We went up Roche de Naye, some 8000 feet, and when we reached the terminus, still had to climb a very steep bit to reach the peak. We could see for miles from the •top, across Montreaux and the lakes in one direction, and across to Mount Blanc in the other. We had tea right at the top. Swiss people are most enterprising, having the most marvellous cafes and restaurants in the most amazing places. We had their special "English tea," which consisted of bread, Alpine butter, jam and tea, with little cakes to follow. English tea with a difference! Instead of getting into the little train on the descending journey, we popped instead into the open, box-like luggage waggon attached to the back of the train. It was very exciting and great fun; we had a first class view . . . 30th July, 1947. It was the day after Bru's, Musso's, and Auntie Dulcie's birthday that we very. regret-

fully said good-bye to lovely Switzerland. Wehad this morning in Geneva, which was mainlyspent in banques changing Swiss money to French money. We actually crossed the border, about half an hour's run from Geneva, at 3 p.m. We are back in France, and heading for Dijon, where we will spend to-night. We are now crossing the south of France, at least a little south of central, and it still looks very poor and even more depressing after Switzerland. We arrived, hot and tired, about 6 p.m., and again realised that we had left the land of plenty. . . 31st July, 1947. We set off very early for Paris this morning, and arrived in Sens for lunch. It was a pleasant surprise; we had time to look at the Cathedral and at other places of interest—the Germans have left their mark here. After lunch we travelled on, at last reaching Fontainebleu and eventually Paris, where we again stayed at the lovely Hotel Ambassador. It was only four o'clock and the shops were still open, so out we went. I did want to buy something in Paris, and what do you think I bought? A super black crepe tunic blouse trimmed with silver and gold. Tres chic! In the evening we had planned to, go to the Bal Tambourin, but it was far too hot, so instead we did some outdoor sight-seeing. We saw Sacre Coeur,- Notre Dame and the Eiffel Tower. . . It was rather funny; remember I told you I bought some fur-lined boots in Andematt. Well, we decided they should look a bit worn, so, about 11 p.m. we went back to the hotel, and I changed into these heavy boots. I nearly died of heat, but we continued to walk round Paris. Of course, people thought I was "troppo," but it served its purpose. . . 1st August, 1947. We really are at the end of our journey now; we said good-bye to the coach and to Paul, our driver, and caught the train which took us to Calais, then across the Channel towards the white cliffs. Customs are now the order of the day! Will I declare this? Perhaps I needn't mention that, and so on. . .

THE OLD COLLEGIAN We came back to our dear little flat, in which Mrs. Critchley had put some blossom to welcome us home, and unpacked our luggage, putting away the old and admiring again the new, which recalled memories of the lovely little Utopia from whence they had come.

NEWS A pleasant afternoon was spent at the home of Mrs. I. Cerutty (Isabel Schultze) at New Town, Hobart, in July, when those present were Mrs. C. Bull (Mary Harcourt), Mrs. I. Reynolds (Ferguson), Mrs. Wilson (Mollie Ball), Mrs. A. Anderson (Marjorie Cocks), Mrs. G. Pearce (Gladys Philp), and Dr. Dulcie Raiment. Patricia Molony, who was reported in the last issue of the Magazine as having gone to Stockholm for the World Skating Championships, came twelfth in the competitions. Her fiance, who is an ice hockey enthusiast, is at present captain of the Wild Cats' ice hockey team. Mrs. R. Loftus (Reba Spark), who left .Australia some months ago to study in England, has now been joined by her sisters, Shirley and Judith. Sister Audree Storey is nursing at the Wangaratta District Base Hospital. The Club extends its good wishes to the parents of Mrs. Wood (Ruby Willard), who celebrated their 68th wedding mniversary in September. Mrs. L. Riddiford (Robbie Walker) is now living in England. Her husband is doing a course of Research in Physics at Birmingham University, Manchester. A pleasant holiday was spent in Sydney in September by Mrs. L. Kilvington (Lucy Wats• ford) and Mrs. Alex. S. Morgan (Mavis Beck). They were invited to the Annual Meeting of the Sydney Club, who sent back warm greetings to the Melbourne O.C.C. Mrs. E. Forsyth (Edna Pryor) spent a holiday in Adelaide in September and, whilst there, was warmly welcomed by the Adelaide Branch of the 0.C.C., and entertained at afternoon tea. Dorothy Bassett has completed her final year nursing at the Alfred Hospital. The Club offers happy greetings to the following girls who have recently celebrated ther twenty-first birthdays: Valerie Rowe, Gwyn Hughes, Valda Hughes, Pauline Loh, Joan Wallis, Joan Whiteside, Grace Kohn, Joan

Carey, Betty Wong and Verleigh Wright. Ruth Hoban, director of Social Studies at Melbourne University, recently represented Victoria at the Sydney meeting of the Australian Association of Social Workers. The dedication of Sister Joan Margetts, on her appointment to the Methodist Hospital, Azamgarh, India, was held at Highfield Road Methodist Church, Canterbury, on Sunday, 7th September. Dr. Adelaide Gault gave an address, and the service was attended by many Old Collegians. Sister Margetts is a daughter of Mrs. L. Margetts (Lois Dodgshun). Fifi Krizos, B.Sc., (Melb.), whose marriage took place in London recently, has had an interesting career since leaving school. A daughter of the late Dr. C. M. Krizos, formerly Greek Consul, she left for Greece in 1945 with the Australian Red Cross Greek Relief Unit, and served there with U.N.R.R.A. until January, 1947, setting up bacteriological laboratories, and was awarded the Bronze Medal of the Greek Red Cross. She will live in Berlin for some time, where her husband, a lawyer, is attached to the Danish Military Mission, and afterwards she expects to live in Copenhagen, Denmark. Many Old Collegians will be interested to hear that Miss Nellie Veitch, for many years teacher of elocution at the College, is living in Sydney and enjoying good health. Her address is "Monaro," Raymond Road, Neutral Bay, Sydney, N.S.W. The address of Mrs. E. C. Gillrow (Nancy Cowen) is 29 Allen Street, Glebe Point, Sydnew, N.S.W. Margaret Davis is now living at Aeradio Station, Department of Civil Aviation, Camooweal, Qutensland. The Club congratulates Mr. and Mrs. W. Adams McCauley (Millie Angus) on the celebration of their Ruby Wedding on 7th October. Among the guests at the party given in their honour were many old Collegians, including Rosa Angus (bridesmaid), Mrs. A. Mitchell (Eva Ely), organist, Mrs. G. L. Fiddian (Gwen McCauley), and Betty McCauley. Among congratulatory telegrams received was one frou Mrs. A. Uren (Sizzy Waldeck), Adelaide Since leaving the Services, Lesla Blanchard has been doing visiting nursing. Early in the year Mrs. J. Redmond (Hilda Ball) and daughter, Patricia, paid a visit to

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Sydney. They spent a delightful day on the south coast at Wollongong with Mrs. Harris (Binnie Bellingham). Both Mrs. Redmond and Mrs. Harris were members of the Adelaide Branch of the O.C.C. when they lived in South Australia. Margaret Passingham has an interesting appointment in Tanganyika, East Africa, as office manager in the Ground Nut Organisation, United Africa Company, in the Planning Division. This company is connected with the development of edible oils within the Empire. Margaret's office is in Dar-es-Salaam, or "Haven of Peace."

Hilda Brown recently spent a pleasant holiday in Tasmania. Whilst there she was entertained at the home of Mrs. I. Reynolds (Ferguson) at New Town, Howart. Among those present were Mrs. I. Cerutty (Isabel Schultz), Mrs. C. Bull (Mary Harcourt), Mrs. A. Anderson (Marjorie Cocks), Mrs. Wilson (Mollie Ball), Dr. Dulcie Rayment, Miss Williams and Mrs. Pearce. Muriel Campbell is on the teaching staff of P.L.C.

Mrs. T. Twycross (Violet Woolcock) spent a pleasant holiday in Adelaide in August, and, on the return journey, visited Mrs. G. Frost (Elvira Mrs. E. Nutt (Ethel Pugsley), who is Ward) at Portland, Victoria. living at Canberra, recently entertained several A Shower Tea in honour of Joy Ditty (who Old Collegians, among whom were Mrs. Long is leaving for America shortly to be married) (Margaret White), Mrs. Hogg (Doris Yandell), was given by Mrs. G. Campbell Muriel Bracher) and Mrs. Brown (Hilda Wilkie). on 1st November. Among those present were Mrs. Hugh Odgers (Doris Grainger) visited• Mrs. J. Ensor (Joan Ball), Mrs. I. Richardson (Irene Davies), Mrs. A. Downing (Grace Melbourne from Grenfell, N.S.W., in SeptemRogers) and Mrs. E. Forsyth (Edna Pryor). ber, her husband being a judge of livestock at Dr. Gwen Hewitt is in England doing postthe Royal Agricultural Show. While in Melbourne, she visited Mrs. R. N. White (Sayde graduate work. Mrs. C. Fraser (Dr. Dorothy Champion) and Reynolds). husband have returned from England and her Mrs. R. N. White (Sayde Reynolds) and daughter, Helen, spent the September holidays are living at Surrey Hills. Mrs. P. Duffield (Cecile Goldie) is spending at "Summerleigh Lodge," Healesville, and while there met Mrs. Doug. Stone (Trixie some months at her mother's home at Canterbury after an absence of several years in Leggo). England. Ivy White, a member of the musical staff of Bronwyn Woollacott won the championship the College, has been appointed organist at the Auburn Methodist Church in succession to Mr. for 75 and 100 yards flat races and 100 yards relay race in the Inter-Varsity Sports in May. J. Sutton Crow. Jean Colledge and Shirley Tresize spent a The Club congratulates Mr. and Mrs. Gordon holiday in Sydney recently and, while there, Sutherland (Eva Hall) on the celebration of visited M L.C., Burwood, where they were entheir silver wedding on 21st October. tertained at afternoon tea by the Principal, Rev. Mrs. Don. Sharp (Gwenda Wilson) is at preWallace Deane and Mrs. Deane. Mrs. Deane sent in Japan with the Army Amenities Entersent greetings to the Old Collegians' Club in tainment Committee, under the auspices of J. C. Melbourne. Williamson Theatres Ltd. She recently met Mrs. Joan and Robin Wright visited Warrnambool J. Catlin (Jean Griffiths). for the Centenary Celebrations of the MethodJean McKenzie has been transferred to New ist Church in October, and during their stay Zealand as Advertising and Sales Manager for met Mrs. C. E. Taylor (Cora Jenkins). Cyclax (Aust.) Pty. Ltd. It is bel'eved she is Mrs. W. Duthie (Jean Taylor), Kalgoorlie, the first woman to hold such a position. is at present spending a holiday with her The Club is glad to report that Miss Ruth mother, Mrs. C. E. Taylor, at Warrnambool. Flockart is recoverindaf ter having been an inJoan Webster is doing first-year nursing at mate of Epworth Hospital for some weeks. The Royal Melbourne Hospital.

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ENGAGEMENTS Valerie Sherriff and Mrs. A. McGregor (Margaret Tully) were guests at the wedding. Denise Clarke to Mr. Ronald (Dick) Webb. Marie Chenoweth to Mr. Harold B. Perry, at Patricia Molony to Mr. Alfred Massina. Melbourne Grammar Chapel, on 19th SeptemAudree Storey to Mr. Royce Kronborg. ber. Mrs. D. Pratt (Isabel Chenoweth) was June Crowther to Mr. Donald Tattey. Amy Crofts to Dr. Alan Wilson, M.C. matron-of-honour. Fifi Krizos to Major Erik Hansen, Copen(Christchurch, N.Z.). hagen, Denmark, in the Greek Cathedral, LonJane Packanen to Mr. James Mitchell. Joan Betty Williams to Mr. Norman A. don, on 9th October. Jean Cornell to Mr. Rod Brians, at the MethSturtevant. odist Church, New Street, Brighton, on 13th Betty Tyas to Mr. Gordon Just. September. Rev. L. I. Perkins officiated. Doreen Lorna Mauger to Mr. Herbert Davis. Barber and Betty Lawson were attendants. Mrs. Muriel Campbell to Mr. Morris Watson. R. L. McCoy (Ann Dufty) was a guest at the Betty Skipper to Mr. Keith Bear. Joy Ditty to Mr. Ernest Brand (Philadelphia, wedding. Juneve Sutherland to Mr. Ted Eastman, at • U.S.A.). Mrs. C. Strang (Connie Beighton), Adelaide, St. Leonard's Church, Brighton Beach, on 4th October. Rev. E. Petherick officiated. Juneve to Mr. C. Strattman, Malvern. is the daughter of Mrs. Gordon Sutherland Patience Mary Cornall to Mr. Ian Lacey. (Eva Hall). Rona Meier to Mr. Murray Sandford. Nancy Cowen to Mr. Edward C. Gillrow at Blair Galbraith to Mr. Kenneth H. Harrison. St. Mary's Church of England, East Preston, on Verleigh Wright to Mr. George Wakefield. 8th February. Shirley Cockerill to Mr. Clifford R. Jones. Betty Lechte to Mr. Jeffrey, W. Davies, at the Muriel Hore to Mr. G. P. Williams. Methodist Church, Burwood, on 18th October. Valerie Muncie to Mr. Alan Faulkner. Rev. Norman Smith officiated. Jean Stinton to Mr. Noel Berry. Shirley Weavall to Mr. Frank Jackson, at Eunice Pauscker to Mr. Allan G. Anderson. Melbourne Grammar Chapel, on 4th October. Betty Hendy to Mr. Noel Shiels. Rev. Lloyd Whitfield officiated. Gwenda Weavell MARRIAGES and Nance Adams were attendants, and Mrs. Vera Smith to Mr. Roderick M. Aitchison, at T. Eastman (Juneve Sutherland)' and Mrs. J. the Church of St. Michael and All Angels, Mt. Stubbs (Joan.Goudie) were guests at the wedDandenong, on 2nd June. Rev. Leslie Bull ding. Edith Hewitt to Mr. Lindsay Apted, at Holy officiated. Lorna Howgate to Mr. Ronald French, at St. Trinity Church, Kew, on 12th April. Eunice Mark's Church of England, Camberwell, on Apted was attendant. Margaret Tully to Mr. A. McGregor, at Holy 22nd February. Canon P. W. Robinson officiated. Shirley Howgate and Marie Stalker were Trinity Church, Doncaster. Rev. T. Thomas and Rev. C. E. Smith officiated. Jocelyn Buckattendants. land and Megan Shiel were attendants, and the Peggy Stevenson to Mr. William Barker, at Ewing Memorial (Presbyterian) Church, East following Old Collegians were guests at the Malvern, on 10th May. Moira Pethybridge and wedding: Mrs. W. Clarke (Margot Jackson), Mrs. G. Ross (Ethel Henty), Mrs. R. Nosworthy Beth Anderson were in attendance. (Gwen Allen), Mrs. L. Riddiford (Robbie Dr. Lesley Leask to Dr. John K. Fullager, at Walker), Mrs. L. Turner (Joyce Smith), Littlejohn Memorial Chapel, Scotch College, on Monica Buckland, Joan Eggleston, Dorothy 5th August. Rev. Alec Fraser officiated. Judith Matthews and Gwen and Margaret Barlow. attended her sister. Eleanor Robertson to Mr. Ronald Smith, at Robbie Walker to Mr. Len. Riddiford, at St. Mark's Church of England, Camberwell, on Barker's Road Methodist Church on 18th July. 19th April. Rev. A. Harold Wood officiated. Dora Walker Wilma Tourrier to Mr. Leslie Everett, at the was attendant. Janet and Lynnell Wood, also Unitarian Church, East Melbourne, in February.

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Mavis Teague to Mr. Malcolm K. Sundstrom, at the Methodist Church, Fitzroy Street, St. Kilda, on 20th March. Rev. W. C. Bridgborn officiated. Joan Hale to Mr. Harland G. Brooks, at the Methodist Church, Balwyn Road, Canterbury, on 25th June. Rev. A. Harold Wood officiated. Pat Hale, Barbara Binder and Denise Clarke were in attendance. Alison Heather Ebbott to Mr. J. Shaw, at Toorak Presbyterian Church, on 14th June. Alison was attended by her sister, Mrs. Jack Walduck, and Norma Carter. Hazel Burke to Mr. Roy Williams, at St. John's Church of England, Camberwell, on 27th June. Rev. Fenwick Brown officiated. Mrs. A. Buchanan (Nance Burke) was matron-of honour. Joan Day to Mr. Ronald S. Came, at Camberwell Methodist Church, on 7th August. Rev. T. C. Came officiated. Margaret Day and Ruth Came were attendants. Leila Calder to Mr. F. Carmody, at St. Peter's Church of England, Eastern Hill, on 8th January. Loris attended her sister. Niomi Still, Shirley Tresize and Pat Crawford were guests at the wedding. Marjory Brown to Mr. David Roberts, at Methodist Church, Hampton, on 29th November. Rev. Mansley Bennett officiated. Mrs. G. W. Cockroft (Dorothy Brown) was matron-of honour. Mrs. L. Hallam (Dora Abson) and Alice Woods were guests at the wedding. Diana Short to Mr. Guy W. H. Slater (Tasmania), at Christ Church, South Yarra, on 12th November. Joan Whiteside and Joan Beattie were attendants. Lorna Jay to Mr. Alan Firth, at Murrumbeena Methodist Church, on 21st October. Rev. A. Harold Wood officiated. Joan Kruse to Mr. Charles Reeve, at Methodist Church, St. Kilda, in July. Nancy Roediger to Mr. Norman A. Taylor, at Wesley Church, on 17th June. Rae Thistlewaite to Mr. E. Pynor, at Wesley College Chapel, on 2nd August. Vera M. Splague to Mr. Leslie W. Shields, at St. Mary's Church of England, Caulfield, on 27th September. Phyllis Cerutty to Mr. Ian N. Lamb, at Scotch College Chapel, on 12th October.

Lesley Jones to Mr. James N. Ruck, at Trinity Presbyterian Church, Camberwell, on 17th November, Rev. R. Wilson Macaulay officiated. Gwyneth Watsford to Mr. Arthur Harris. Joyce Kerr to Mr. Noel Anderson. BIRTHS Mr. and Mrs. F. Davidson (Winsome Dennistcn), a daughter, on 15th June. Mr. and Mrs. R. Stebbins (Jean Came), a son. Mr. and Mrs. H. Hewitt (Margery Ellis), a son (Herbert Charles), on 6th August. Mr. and Mrs. G. Campbell (Muriel Bracher), a daughter (Margot). Mr. and Mrs A. Downing (Grace Rogers), a son (Bruce Graham), in February. Mr. and Mrs. O. Heaton (Dorothy Cockfield), a son (Michael), on 13th July. Mr. and Mrs. D. Warner (Peggy Hick), a daughter (Shelley), on 23rd March. Mr. and Mrs. K. M. Anquetil (Joan Membrey), a daughter (Cheryel), cn 15th January. Mr. and Mrs. L. Midgley (Lorna Thomson), a son (Ian), in March. Mr. and Mrs. T. Harris (Betty Frazer), a son (Roderick Ewen), on 10th June. Mr. and Mrs. M. Williams (Joan Handy), a daughter (Robin Alene), on 4th November. Mr. and Mrs. Staniforth Ricketson (Edna Holmes), a daughter (Margaret), on 13th October. Mr. and Mrs. K. E. Hartley (Nancy Moonie), a daughter (Helen Elizabeth), on 9th August. Mr. and Mrs. W. E. Knapp (Wilma Potts), a daughter (Yvonne Margaret), on 4th October. Mr. and Mrs. F. Commons (Olive Nance), a son (William Bruce), on 19th August. Mr. and Mrs. R. B. Lumley (Una Harrison), a daughter (Lois Elaine), on 24th September. Mr. and Mrs., C. Smith (Beth Coghill), a son, on 9th October. Mr. and Mrs. W. Fraser (Margaret Macdougall), a daughter (Anne Margaret), on 2nd October. Mr. and Mrs. C. Fraser (Dr. Dorothy Champion), a son (Peter), in March. Mr. and Mrs. J. Shaw (Marjorie Vagg), a daughter (Judith Helen), on 3rd August. Mr. and Mrs. J. Suggett (Dorothy Philp), a daughter (Julie Barry), on 4th October.

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The Old Collegians' Club extends sympathy to those who have suffered recent bereavements: Mrs. L. Kilvington (Lucy Watsford), in the loss of her husband on 28th June. Mrs. W. R. Trahair (Mary Benson), and Shirley and Inez Benson, in the loss of their mother on 8th July. Mrs. Course (Betty Nance), Mrs. Commons (Olive Nance), and Gwen and Dorothy Nance, in the loss of their mother on 18th July. Mrs. J. Patterson (Jessie Bowring), Adelaide, in the loss of her sister, Mrs. J. Crozier (Mollie Bowring), in July. Mrs. Harold V. Drew (Shirley Brand), and Mrs. T. C. Easton (Mavis Brand), in the loss of their mother on 18th September. Rona Meier in the loss of her mother in June. Shirley Ellingsen in the death of her father on 3rd March. Mrs. D. W. Lockwood (Ruth Hay), in the loss of her mother on 21st November. Nance Campbell in the loss of her father on 22nd November. Mrs. R. Ellwood (Jean Knowles) in the loss of her father on 22nd November.

scenes" and, up to the time of her death, was an active member. No higher tribute can be paid to her memory than to say that she lived up to her school motto, "Deo Domuique." Her life was full of Christian witness; her home was filled with love. She was a mother whose influence will live in the memory of her children, to whom she dedicated all that was best in her. A leader of Christian women, her church was also her life in the fullest sense of the word. The possessor of a lovely voice, she graced the choir of the Brighton Congregational Church, in which she worshipped for more than 50 years. Mrs. Jack was also president of the Congregational Union of Women's Home Missions and, indeed, it was Home Mission Day when she was called to Higher Service. The large gathering of friends and high officials of her Church who assembled to salute her memory was a wonderful tribute to an outstanding life. We give thanks for all that she was; the remembrance. of her fragrant life will stay with us; we are all the better for having known her. To her dear ones we offer our deep and sincere sympathy. —I.F.R.

OBITUARY

MISS AMY GERTRUDE ELIZABETH ADAMSON

MRS. WALTER JACK 21st September, 1947. With sorrow in our hearts, and a deep sense of personal loss, members of the Old Collegians' Club pay tribute to the life, inspiration and memory of a beloved member, Mrs. Walter Jack (Amy Jefferson). An active member of the O.C.C. from its inception, she was both loyal and lovable. In her year as President she proved to be a most capable and gracious hostess, and that year was a momorable and happy one, including as it did her welcome to the Principal and Mrs. A. Harold Wood at an "At Home" at The Grosvenor. The Club Rooms received her unswerving loyalty. As a member of Committee, she was always ready to do the things "behind the

28th August, 1947. To the great regret of many old girls, the death of Miss Amy Gertrude Elizabeth Adamson, M.A., Dip.Ed., occurred on 28th August after a long illness. Miss Adamson was a pupil at the College for some time, and later joined the resident staff, teaching art subjects. She specialised in Modern Languages, and spent a year at the Sorbonne in Paris. She joined the State Education Department, and was a prominent member of High Schools in Leongatha, at the University, and at Hampton, where she was senior mistress until her resignation. After retiring, Miss Adamson continued doing French work for the University, and she took part in many activities for women, such as the National Y.W.C.A. She will be long remembered for her charm and kindliness, as well as for her capability and influence in the educational world. She had many friends among all generations of Old Collegians. —A Staff Colleague.

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ADDRESSES OF OLD COLLEGIANS ABROAD

and effectively. The Club sincerely appreciates her work in this connection.

Mrs. A. L. Austin (Bette Staurenghi), Thames Bank, Tow Pater, Staines, Middlesex. Miss Hilda Fiddian, c/o W. M. Fiddian, Esq., 31 Inkerman Road, Ruislad, Middlesex. Mrs. S. R. Bickerdike (Nancy Gregory), 19 Linton House,. Holland Park Avenue, W.11, London. Mrs. L. Riddiford (Robbie Walker), 42 High Meadow Road, King's Norton, Birmingham 30. Mrs. A. J. Farnsworth (Enid Brown), 93 Gledhow Lane, Leeds. Miss Beryl Gardner, 61 Radcliffe New Road, Whitefield, Manchester. Mrs. K Le Lievre (Betty Lewis), Manchester Laboratories, Manchester. Mrs. A. Brown (June Austin), 106 80th Road, Kew Gardens 15, N.Y., U.S.A. Miss Jill Stuchbery, c/o Veterinary Dept., Mwanya, Tanganyika, East Africa. Miss Jeanne Bisset, Broadcasting Station, Singapore, Malaya. Mrs. Ivan Blake (Margery Beardsley), C/o Methodist Mission, Niufawa, Taveuni, Fiji. Misses Betty and Sylvia Wong, 28 Felstead Road, Singapore, Malaya. Mrs. B. T. The (Frances Chew), Misses Ivy and Mavis Chew, 146 Anthony Road, Singapore, Malaya.

NOTES FROM THE HONORARY SECRETARY The financial year commences on the 1st September. Subscriptions are now due. Membership: Town Members, 5/-; Country Members, 3/6; Life Members, £.5/5/-. Members are asked to notify the secretary immediately of any change of name or address. Acting Hen. Secretary: Miss Pat May, 17 Tower Grove Alphington (JW1772). Hon. Treasurer: Miss Hilda Brown, 24 Were Street, Brighton Beach, S.5. (XB2086).

ACKNOWLEDGMENT The Editress thanks the following Old Collegians for items of interest contributed to this issue: Mesdames P. R. Leslie, G. Bluett (Sydney), A. G. Haycraft, W. L. Russell, E. Forsyth, L. H. Alcorn, R. N. White, S. R. Bickerdike, M. Rutter, J. F. W. Dunn (Adelaide). Misses I. McClelland (Sydney), H. Brown, G. Sholl, N. Butt, E. Barker, M. Seymour, and all those who contributed individual items of news. It is regretted that, owing to lack of space, several interesting letters had to be omitted, but the Editress wishes to specially thank the contributors for them.

MRS. A. G. HAYCRAFT

MAGAZINE

It is with regret that the Club had to accept the retirement of Mrs. A. G. Haycraft from the position of Acting Honorary Secretary at the Annual Meeting.

Members of the Club wishing to contribute items of interest to the magazine, may forward them to Miss Queenie Howell, 13 Wakefield Street, Glenferr:e, E.2. Tel. WA3156.

Mrs. Haycraft took over the duties of Secretary in April at short notice, at a time when Club duties were heavy, and helped us loyally

It would be appreciated if Club members, when forwarding news, would give dates, initials and details, as fully as possible.