bounds, unless the teacher took us as a class, but there were many visits, lawful or otherwise. . At last, at the beginning of this year, there was news that (although dirty) there was water in the bath. At the end of that week we heard that there was going to be a Dedication Service on February the 26th, and the band and 'A' company were to take part. For many days tbe band was practising the high notes of the "Last Post" and 'A' company learning to march in time. Eventually the great day arrived, and we received our bymn sheets as we passed through the gate. Then at three o'clock we went to our class lines, and we led 'off, line by line, over the field to our places. After that the band came, and then 'A' company, led by Mr. Richter holding a sword. They then stood in three smart, straight lines and the introductions began when a representative from the Army, Navy and .j\ir Force, all the masters, and a few other V.I.P.'s sitting under the pavilion, were introduced by Mr. Bowden. After that the' Rev. A. J. 1. Cook gave an address, and' the Chief Rabbi read Psalm 121. Rev. Maj. M. de V. Cloete then gave an address in Afrikaans. The "Last Post" was then played, while Mr. CJegg (a former School Principal) unveiled a plaque bearing the names of the boys who came to our school and who died in the war. After Lionel Derman, our bead boy, had read out the 45 names on the plaque, the service ended witb the "Reveille," "God Save Our Queen," and "Die Stem." The following day Mr. Friedlander (the chairman of tbe School Committee) officially opened the bath and emphasised the three words under the plaque, "Lest We Forget." Some children from a Swimming School demonstrated to us tbe four most important strokes in swimming: tbe breast stroke, the butterfly, the backstroke and tbe crawl. Although they were very good, I beard a remark that tbey only taught us to keep to the centre of the lane. The bath is a place of happiness, where I bope many records will be broken; but I certainly bope tbat in the midst of the happiness we sball not forget the real reason why the swimming bath is there. "Lest We Forget." G.
TABLE MOUNTAIN In the quaint old city of Cape Town There stands a landmark clear; It is old Table Mountain, To all Cape/onians dear. Every evening in the west The sun sinks low beneath its crest; The familiar landmark fades from sight, As day once more gives place to night, D. KIDNAPPERS
BARNARD,
6b.
OF SPACE
One morning I was walking along the Main Road, running out of Aberdeen (a small village in the Western Province), I was thinking about the strange disappearances of fifteen people from a nearby village, when suddenly I heard a strange noise to the left of me. There in tbe field next to me I saw a large cigar-shaped aircraft landing. The motors stopped, and three queer-looking men, about four feet six incbes tall, stepped out. I started to run, but one of them pointed a gun at me, and I fell to the ground paralysed. They grabbed me and put me in their spacesbip. Then I heard the leader of tbe three grunt, "Next stop Mars!" The motors whined, and we were airborne. After travelling for about two hours, we suddenly slowed down and toucbed down on a small airstrip. We climbed out of tbe spaceship. I was marched to a large building and was sent before a man who was addressed as "Marsphoeh." I was told that I was to work, as they were short of labour. I was to mine a mineral very much like Uranium. In the mine I met twelve of the earth men. They told me that the otber three had died of lack of food and exposure two days before. The following day we decided to try to escape. We managed to concuss the guard in the corridor and paralysed the second guard with a captured raygun. After that it was easy to escape from the mine, but, as we were trying to reach the Spaced rome, a guard saw me. He pointed his raygun at me, and CRASH .... I woke up to find that 1. had fallen out of bed. I glanced at the clock and saw that it was two o'clock in the morning. T climbed back into bed
and fell asleep again.
LEDGERWOOD,6b.
J. ZUYL, 6b.
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