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TABLE OF CONTENTS ROUND THE SCHOOL. A PAGE FOR GUIDES. NEWS OF THE OLD GIRLS. VERSE— Ariel and the Mortal The Organ Cl^arge of the Hungry The New Day Retribution Dead Roses Dampier The Miniature The Withered Rose Maypole—1620 The Fairies’ Hour The Quarrel When the*Whole World Stalactites Twilight Envied Me. Adoration Sleep The Pipes of Pan Margaret Farewell Slumber Songs Haunt of the Nymphs SKETCHES AND ARTICLES— Seen in George Street Fairy Shops To the Top of Blackwall What Sydney Missed Parliament House Mountain Reflections Now the Day is Over . . The Royal Colonial A Day Dream The Lone, Long Road Institute’s Medal. Suez Look Before You Dance Boronia Early Rising The Blowhole Some Books A Day Prices of a Beach in It is Written—Finis A Tragical Romance “Summer time” The Pause of the Moon That Word A Storm The Municipal Markets PHOTOGRAPHS. DRAWINGS. r

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NOVEMBER. 1926.

THE STAFF.

Principal: Miss CRUISE, B.A.

Deputy Principal: Miss EVANS, B.A.

Department of English: Miss MORLEY, M.A. (Mistressi. Misj HERLIHY, B.A. Miss DONOVAN. M.A., B.Sc. Miss PURCELL, B.A. Miss FLETCHER. B.A. Miss WINGROVE, B.A.

Department of Classics: Miss McMAHON. M.A, (Mistress). Miss CONNOLLY. B.A. Miss PATE, B.A.

Department of Mathematics: Miss MACDOUGALL, B.A. (Mistress). Miss NOBLE, B.A. Miss NICOL MURRAY, B.A. Miss SWAN, B.A. Miss HARRIS. B.A.

Department of Science: Miss BLUME. B.Sc. (Mistress) Miss MOULSDALE Miss CHAPMAN. Miss PUXLEY, B.Sc.

Department of Modern Languages: Miss EVANS, B.A. (Mistress) Miss IRWIN, B.A. Miss HARDERS. Miss MURRAY. B.A,, L.es L., Dr. Phil. Mrs. RYAN,Dip.,Ee.-ancon Univ.

Art: MissTEARLE. Music: Miss WATTS. Needlework: Miss DRURY. Physical Culture: Miss FULLER.

Captain, 1926: ESSIE COHEN. Masazine Editor : Miss MORLEY, M.A. Masrazine Business Manager: Miss FULLER. ARIEL AND THE MORTAL. MORTAL: ARIEL: Mischievous sprite, of love and caprice, Fair human being, the day now is Oh why tormentest thou me? ended, I have danced with thee on the clouds The day we have both loved so well. of fleece. Its hour-glass is shattered, and can­ And hurled myself into the sea; not be mended, And nothing remains but—farewell! And there we have raced on a dol­ phin’s back, And you must return to the earth and And skimmed swift as wind o’er the its sorrow. foam. And I must dissolve into rain; And then have flown thro’ the empty And have nothing but tears and sighs rack. on the morrow But now I long for home. For the day that can’t come again.

I have let you play with my flowing But as I fly through ethereal spaces. hair And as you sit at your loom. And deck me with flowers, at thy Perchance, your glass will reflect both will; our faces And have laughed and sung with never And lighten for you, your grey a care. room! But now I long to be still. We have sported and danced on the sometimes, perhaps, when I sing Aegean shore. with the skylark And drunk from the Helicon Or play with the waves a rough streams. game. And on the vast plains of Elysium, The breezes will come to my side, say­ I saw ing, “Hark!” Those spirits I meet in my dreams. And whisper, fair mortal—thy name! But now I am weary and eager to lie I.P., 5A. My drooping head close to thy heart. While you carry me far through the darkening sky. And kiss me. Then let me depart.

THE NEW DAY.

The world lay silent, but afar Awoke the mist-encircled hills Some feathered minstrel loved in And echoed faintly back again. song. And in the heavens, one lone star And then it seemed all sound had Remained of all fair Dian’s throng. ceased In that grey hush that comes ere Then, faintly borne upon the breeze, dawn. The sounds of re-awakening life. Till, through the portals of the East, The murm’rings of the gossip trees, Came radiant in, the day new-born! The chattering sound of wrens at strife: Then all the world was filled with song. And, rising high in joyous trills. And from the treetops overhead The bellbirds’ wondrous, wistful The magpie’s call rang clear and long. strain But from the skies the star had fled. BESSIE BANNAN, 5A. ROUND THE SCHOOL. THE STAFF.—One change in per­ enthusiastic audience gathered to sonnel has occurred since our last cheer the competitors to victory_ issue. Miss Firth, who had been with perhaps! Many parents and friends us since April, 1925, left us for New­ of the girls attended, “old” girls joy­ castle High School, taking with her fully greeted one another, and last, our affectionate remembrance; and but not least, the Fort St. Boys’ High Miss Wingrove has taken her place. School was well represented. The School thanks Miss Firth for her Stalls for the sale of cakes, sweets, interest in its activities, and welcomes and ice creams were held by Fourth Miss Wingrove very heartily. Years, under Misses Purcell and Con­ nelly. THE COMBINED HIGH SCHOOLS’ SPORTS MEETING.—On 3rd Novem­ The two cups—senior and junior— ber was the scene of a most exciting were keenly competed, and Clarice struggle between our School and St. Kennedy won the former, gaining the George (holders of the Sports Shield). School Championship and the 16 Years It seemed as if it must be a tie, for and Over; while Phyllis Garling won up till the last two or three events the junior, winning the Junior Cham­ the points scored by each school were pionship, second place in School Cham­ the same. Unhappily, however, St. pionship, and the Junior Skipping George continued to gain many points, Race. thus winning the shield once again. Jean Kaye, who was runner-up for Our number of points—39—was very the Senior Cup, ran remarkably well; good, and reflected great credit alike as also did Evelyn Riddell, runner-up on our sports mistress (Miss Fuller) for the Junior Championship. and the girls who ran for the School. Apart from the School Champion­ ship, the Relays and Ball games In the All Schools’ Championship, proved most exciting. But to the re­ Jean Kaye was second and Clarice sults:— Kennedy third—an exceptionally good School Championship.—C. Kennedy, 1; result. P. Garling, 2; E. Riddell, 3. Other places gained were:— Junior Championship.—P. Garling, Junior Championship.—P. Garling, 1; E. Riddell, 2; E. Parkes, 3. 2. 16 Years and Over Championship.— 16 Years’ Championship.—C. Ken­ C. Kennedy, 1; J. Kaye, 2; B. Single- nedy, 1; J. Kaye, 2. ton, 3. 14 Years’ Championship.—P. Garling, 15 Years’ Championship.—M. Moxon, 1. 1; J. Tyler, 2; T. Moore, 3. 12 Years’ Championship.—N. Walker, 14 Years’ Championship.—P. Garling, 2; E. Yates, 3. 1; N. Caldwell, 2; M. Mort, 3. Relay Race—C. Kennedy, J. Kaye, P. 13 Years’ Championship.—J. Whep- Garling and E. Riddell, 3. pler, 1; N. Brettell, 2; B. Watson, 3. Tunnel Ball.—2. 12 Years’ Championship.—N. Walker, Senior Three-legged.—B. Singleton 1; E. Poole, 2; N. Lang, 3. and M. Hopman, 3. 5th Year Championship.—C. Evans, If we continue to improve as we 1; N. Williams, 2; V. Graham, 3. have done, who can tell the result next 4th Year Championship.—H. Vischer, year? Sh! But meanwhile, congratu­ 1; R. Hayes, 2; T. Moore, 3. lations! Old Girls’ Race.-M. Gallagher, 1; J. “SHE,” 4A. Anderson, 2; A. Burdon, 3. Tunnel Ball.—3rd Year. OUR FIELD SPORTS.—The 18th Overhead Ball.—5th Year. August was rather a warm day for Under and Over.—3rd Year. our Annual Sports Meeting at Birch- Cross Ball.—1st Year. grove Oval. Nevertheless, a large and Senior Three-legged.—B. Singleton and M. Hopman. instead of scampering for tjnnis Junior Three-legged.—S. Taylor and courts or hockey sticks, hurried to J. Bates. seat themselves as quickly as possible Senior Skipping.—J. Kaye. in the best seáis they could find, and Junior Skipping.—P. Garling. to wait patiently for the players to Orange Race.—P. Kabereny. appear. And patience was needed, for Sack Race.—-J. Kaye. never before had any players taken Egg and Spoon.—E. Carlisle. so long to prepare themselves for the Crow Hop.—G. Gaut. fray; but at last the opposing teams Obstacle Race.—J. Holdsworth. descended from their respective Year Relay.—3rd Year, 1; 4th Year, dressing rooms, amidst the cheers of 2; 2nd Year, 3. all. Sports’ Relay.—Hockey, 1; Lacrosse, Our referees. Ivy Westfallon and 2; Vigoro, 3. Nancy Williams, soon took charge, Junior V. Senior.—The former! and the players began to take their Old Girls V. Present.—The latter! places. We of the audience were “SHE.” 4A. hopelessly amazed for a few minutes —the teachers looked so different in HISTORY MAD E.—F I R S T school tunics and shirt blouses; and HOCKEY .MATCH—TEACHERS v. it was very difficult to discern whether GIRLS.—One of the outstanding the massive hockey sticks were in the events in our sport history for 1926 hands of those who usually wielded a was the hockey match. Teachers Robinson, a Warner and Martin, or a versus Girls, that long-hoped-for event Hall and Stevens. But by the time which was heralded with joy from the two goalies—Miss Noble and Enid Year I. to Year V. The event caused Carpenter—were in their places, pre­ great excitement and joy throughout pared, with the aid of their enormous the School, and the old walls that pads to defy any balls that came their have for many years heard the private way, we had a fairly coiTect idea of conferences of the girls heard once who was who. again the praises that flowed from all At last the referee’s whistle put lips—the praises fully merited by our the ball in play, and the great tussle teachers, who were proving their began. Soon, however. Miss Drury, interest in every aspect of our school playing eentie forward, received a life, and being true “sports” in con­ good pass from one of the halves and senting to play in opposition to the carried the ball well up the field. The girls. girls pursued, but were less fleet of The School was quite divided within foot, and a splendid pass by Miss itself; the pale blue worn by many Drury gave the ball to Miss Donovan, girls testified their support of the who deftly sent it to its mark and staff, while the wearers of the red scored the first goal for the staff. proclaimed the possibilities of the Cheer upon cheer followed, reds and girls’ success. blues alike joining in the joyous Excitement grew as the hours shout. It had been a splendid tussle, passed, and discussion became more and the girls realised that the teach­ intense; reports were freely given ers were rivals against whom they that the staff had been well drilled in would have to exert their greatest the game and knew the advantage of powers. a quick, strong hit; indeed, that they The tussle began again. Determi­ were prepared and determined to put nation was clearly noticeable on both up a most gallant fight for victory. sides, and the girls strove hard to The many interested spectators even up the scores. Special credit is who take such an interest in our Wed­ due to Joan Balmain, who played her nesday afternoons at Birchgrove position as wing excellently. The must have realised that some particu. game was surprises from beginning to lar event was afoot, for the girls. end; we had all expected to see Miss Fuller, Miss Drury and Miss Puxley BALL GAME TEAMS.—The girls play very well, for we knew they were of Third, Fourth and Fifth Years well versed in the game, but we were were delighted to witness the team very surprised at the exceptionally games between ike staff and girls in brilliant play of Miss Fletcher, who the gymnasium. The excitement was would be a formidable opponent on intense, and the barracking and ap­ any hockey field; and Miss Harris, plauding were not carried out, by any who forced the girls to exert all their means, in a quiet way. running powers to overtake her. Those who participated from the Both sides continued to fight gal­ Staff Room were Misses, Fuller, Swan, lantly. The second goal, again in Noble, Puxley, Drury, Harris, Murray favour of the teachers, and won by and Irwin. Miss Drury, caused excitement to run The staff team was a good one, and, riot amongst the spectators. Excite­ under the able captaincy of Miss ment increased by the many discov­ Fuller, proved victors in the Overhead eries and recognitions of one’s uniform and Cross Ball contests, playing the or shirt or hockey stick on the field. Fifth Year and First Year girls respectively. The teachers did not have the game But ’midst deafening cheers, the all to themselves, for the girls man­ Third Year girls won the Over and aged several times to get the ball Under, and the Third Year girls also within the shooting circle; but the managed to defeat their strong oppon­ opposing backs and goal were too ents in Tunnel Ball. strong, and the ball was sent down We hope the teachers do not misin­ field to the halves—Misses Morley, terpret our enthusiasm, but it typi­ Fuller and Fletcher—who sent it fies a whole-hearted appreciation of along to the forward line, and a third their good will in entering such con­ and a fourth time Miss Drury carried tests with us. it to the goal post. The girls did not score at all, al­ LACROSSE.—The lacrosse season though they put up a valiant fight; has now ended, and although the team but all readily asserted that they had was not as victorious as previous been beaten by a better and stronger years, yet the players showed great team. The teachers had withdrawn enthusiasm. The team was very sorry from the first fray victorious, and the to lose Marie Higgins and the rest of School Joined in congratulations of the Fifth Year girls, together with their hard-won yet brilliant victory, Rene Gallagher and Madge Bernard. but had they lost, the spirit of utter The lacrosse team was very fortunate pride in the teachers who had so in having Winnie Scriven as captain, willingly and sportingly entered into and in having some of the Fourth Year combat with the girls would have been girls, who played very well throughout equally as great. the season. Only a few of last The match ended, the cheers rang year’s A team are left, and this year loud and free; and after the clicking the team mostly consists of Fourth, of many cameras, the two teams were Third and Second Year girls. Many ushered into afternoon tea, where of the First Year girls have shown once again they were cheered and great promise, and Betty Harkness, a congratulated for their great victory. First Year, must be complimented on And here again we re-echo that cheer, her good work as goalkeeper. and hope that next year that winning ISABELLE SADLER, 3A, team comprising Misses Fuller, Mor­ Secretary. ley, Drury, Harris, Irwin, Noble, Fletcher, Puxley, Donovan, Pate and THE HOCKEY SEASON has been Dr. Murray will be with us to repeat fairly successful this year, and both their earnest struggle for victory. A and B teams have improved greatly CORAL EVANS, 5A. since the beginning of the season. As well as the competition matches of 1922 and 1923. Four girls won there have been many other interest­ honour for the School by maintaining ing features, the first being the their places in the tournament until match between the staff and a team of near the end. Of these, Phyllis Ka. senior girls, in which the staff were berry reached the semi-finals, and victorious, the score being 4 goals-nil. Hazel Templeton was defeated in the The senior team also visited Sydney singles in the latter part of the tour­ High School and played a friendly nament; whilst Noreen Stevenson and match. A team of First and Second Vera Sundstrom were only defeated in Year girls enjoyed a game against the doubles in the semi-finals. We Neutral Bay High School, the scores congratulate Noreen Stevenson on her being nil all. wonderful success against Mavis A fancy dress match was played Cummings, of North Sydney. She thus against the Manly girls, who were won the final of the singles and be­ fortunate to have the use of the Manly came the singles champion of High Oval during the winter months. The Schools. We should like to thank match created much amusement for Miss Irwin for her untiring efforts on both onlookers and players, and re­ behalf of the A team, and hope that sulted in a draw— 1 goal all. she will again be able to give us her much-appreciated help next year. We are sure that without the coach­ ALICE SMITH, ing of Miss Fuller and Miss Drury Captain. we should not have done so well, and we thank Miss Puxley for her interest. N. WILLIAMS, 5A.

VIGORO.—We were unfortunate this year in losing the shield by one match, which was won by Petersham. Yetta Henry having left school dur­ ing this season we havelost our best bowler, also a good batter. Fannie Hull and Kathleen Lax (the latter being put in the team in the middle of the season) proved good batters. Men­ tion also must be made of two bowlers —Grace Peters and Natalie Easy. Altogether, I think, the Vigoro team worked together very well and with one thought—-to bring success to our NOREEN STEVENSON, 3D. School. A. FOLKARD, 3C, Captain. BASKET BALL—A.—This season we have rot been successful in carry­ ing off the laurels, despite the enthu­ TENNIS.—The report of the tennis siasm shown by every girl. The this year is one that opens in enthusi­ absence of those sterling players of asm, continues in disappointment and 1925—Jessie Anderson, Joyce Young ends in unmitigated success. and Bertha Trikojus—weakened the In the A grade we were successful team considerably. We shall greatly in winning only two matches of the miss Essie Cohen, our energetic cap­ five played. The B grade girls won tain and an ever-reliable “centre,” five of their matches under the able Kathleen McElroy, our invaluable guidance of Miss Noble and Beryl goal-thrower. Coral Evans, a strong Cakebread. But in the Inter-High defender, and Mary Galvin, an ener­ Schools’ Tournament, Fort St. was to getic “centre,” but we hope that regain the prestige won by the girls worthy successors will be found next A GROUP OF FIFTH YEAR GIRLS (1926) year. We should like to thank Miss presented by 2A, was charming in its Harders for her earnest work and the happy spontaneity, and “The Monkey’s keen interest she has taken in the Paw,” by 4B, proved a really fine team. effort to produce a difficult and moving OLGA SANGWELL, 4A. drama. Proceeds were devoted to the Hos­ THE BASKET BALL B TEAM pital Fund, and £5 was sent to the had, on the whole, a very successful fund in aid of Mr. Alan Wilkie’s season, only being beaten twice. equipment. C. LUCAS (Captain). THE HOSPITALS AND CANCER A GEOGRAPHY EXCURSION to RESEARCH FUNDS.—The following Prospect Reservoir proved enjoyable amounts have been donated to allevi­ and interesting. The kindly courtesy ation of suffering;— of our guide gave the girls of 3D an Subscriptions to— opportunity of observing the accumu­ Sydney Hospital . . . . £15 0 0 lation and distribution of the waters Rachel Forster Hospital 15 0 0 of that vast lake, of travelling through Royal Alexandra Hospi­ the dark tunnel under water, and of tal ...... 10 0 0 studying the hatcheries where rain­ Teachers’ Federation bow trout are raised for the rivers of Cancer Research Fund— New South Wales. P upils...... 14 19 3 S ta ff...... 10 1 0 BOTANY EXCURSIONS to Do- Mrs. G u n n ...... 1 1 0 broyd Point and French’s Forest have also proved valuable and most enjoy­ T o ta l...... 1 3 able. £66 MUSICAL NEWS.—The singing CHE.MISTRY EXCURSIONS to activities of Fort St. have again been Port Kembla Electrolytic Works and prominent this year. Second Year to Berger’s Paint Factory have been girls, under Miss Watts’ training, made by the girls of Years V. and IV. took part in the Annual Hospital Con­ PLAY DAYS at the end of second cert in the Town Hall, while Jean and third terms proved very interest­ Stevenson and Joyce Kolts sang at ing and revealed some histrionic the official farewell of Mr. Walker, talent. Chief Inspector, of the Education De­ “The Cratchits’ Christmas Dinner,” partment. INVESTING THE PREFECTS (Ncv. 5th. 1926)

Special choir meets regularly every the Endeavour, Brewer’s Reader’s Tuesday afternoon and has added two Guide (presented by Mr. Wolff), new songs to its repertoire—“Good­ Round the World with Texaco (pre­ night, Beloved” (Pinsuti) and “Wood­ sented by Miss Chapman). land Croon Song.” Old favourites have been revised, including the Spin­ ning Chorus (Wagner), “Hark the THE DEBATING SOCIETY, under the active leadership of Irene Pack­ Lark” (Cooke), and “The Lord is my Shepherd” (Schubert). ard, has been by no means idle this year. At the end of June our School 4A. sent a return challenge to the Debat­ ing Society of the Fort Street Boys’ THE FORT STREET BOYS’ PRIZE High School. This debate took place FOR SPORT, 1926, has been awarded at the Boys’ School, the subject being to Clarice Kennedy, who has secured “That science has surpassed art in seventy points for sport. The second its benefits to mankind.” After a prize, given by Miss Cruise, has been keen debate, the Fort Street Boys’ won by Beryl Hart, who secured Society won by a narrow margin. thirty-seven points. The subjects of our regular School CONDITIONS GOVERNING THE debates were as follows:—“That AWARD.—A sum of £5/5/- is pre­ wages are evil and must go”; “That sented each year by Fort Street Boys’ Australia will tend to come more High School, to provide a prize for under the influence of America than sport. The winner must secure the of Great Britain in the future”; “That greatest number of points in winter the world is growing better,” the last and summer sports, and must, in the named being a junior debate. opinion of her teachers, exert a good influence on her schoolfellows. The attendance towards the end of the year has not been so good as at the beginning, but we hope that next THE LIBRARIES are open on year will see the addition of many Mondays and Thursdays at recess. new members to the Society. New books recently added include Chambers’ Encyclopaedia, The Aus­ WINNIE SCRIVEN, 4A, tralian Encyclopaedia, The Voyage of Secretary. AT THE ALLIANCE FRANÇAISE approaching examinations. Cameras EXAMINATION of this year all were very much in evidence, and our candidates were successful. The white-frocked Fifth Years could be following were those who gained very seen strolling arm in arm around the creditable marks:— dearest fig tree in the world. Grade IL: Joan Balmain, Bessie Bannan, Alice Dandie, Annie Dreves, The morning fled much faster than Marjory Lance, Kathleen McElroy. it does as a rule, and, as the bell sounded for the ceremonies to begin, Grade III.: Nellie Ball, Ethel Bates, a few unlucky Fourths began to look Ruth Lilyblade, Irene Heiler, Thora dismal and murmur something about Perrin, Grace Walker. “speaking in front of the whole School —-and the staff.” Apparently the Thora Perrin gained a very hand­ thought of the staff and the visitors some prize for French conversation. caused most of the worry, since there are no budding Ciceros, as far as we know, in the School. ELECTION OF CAPTAIN AND PREFECTS for 1927 was made on Tuesday, November 2nd. The function proceeded in its usual merry way. Everyone clapped and Fourth Year girls were called upon roared school songs in a way that to choose from their number the eight needed no ear-splitting “No!” nor the girls best fitted to represent the tradi­ defiant “Are we downhearted?” to tions and hopes of our School. The carry conviction. When the event of mistresses then elected two additional the afternoon—the investiture of the girls, and, from the ten prefects thus captain and prefects for 1927 by those chosen, the girls of Fourth Year of 1926—was over, and the noisy selected the Captain of the School. chorus of “Jolly Good Fellows” grew The girls upon whom this high privi­ fainter, the staff, visitors, Fifths and lege and duty have fallen are as Fourths repaired to the dressmaking follows:— room, very pleased to find that the mischievous small boys of the neigh­ Doris Lipert (Captain) and Alice bourhood had not discovered the ice Smith, in charge of Year V. cream and trifles. But for such aes­ Dorothy Kaye and Freda Fraser, in thetic souls as ours, eating is by no charge of Year IV. means the beginning and end of all things. The gymnasium, with its Joan Balmain and Olga Sangwell, in annual festal appearance, became the charge of Year III. scene of a display of “the poetry of Winnie Scriven and Margaret Fairlie, motion” to the witching strains of a in charge of Year II. first-class orchestra. Joyce Kolts and Hazel Lance, in charge of Year I. The crowning event of the sweetest and saddest day of the year was the gathering around the fig tree, where, FAREWELL DAY—the most won­ in a rainbow atmosphere of swimming derful day in the School year—arrived eyes and smiling lips, everyone clasped at last. The imminence of some hands, singing “Auld Lang Syne,” and unusual event was manifest every­ that dearest of all songs, “Come, where, though the suspicious- Fortians All,” in praise of the old looking bundles passing between the School whose tendrils will ever twine dressmaking room and the gymnasium lovingly around the heart of every and the frequent demands for pins, Fortian, past, present and future. tacks and vases, dispelled any idea that the excitement was due to the “FORTIANA INCOGNITA,” 4A. A PAGE FOR GUIDES. S,C0jOOJL. GUIDES.—Dame Fortune goods and chattels, and after endan­ has certainly smiled upon 1st Fort gering our lives on the swaying St., and has showered us with the best plank, embarked for home. of pleasures. The New South Wales Guides’ Fete Neilsen Park saw a very happy was the object of much preparation gathering on Saturday, 18th Septem­ on the part of the Guides. For weeks ber, when, at a rally held in honour beforehand we had been industriou.sly of Miss Behrens, Fort St. Guides plying needle and thread, or practising mingled with Guides from other com­ cake-making, and the results were panies, remembering that “a Guide is most pleasing, being;— a friend to all and a sister to every 1st place.—Florence Ratcliffe (py­ other Guide.” Even the most inexperi­ jamas), Muriel Nolan (fancy cakes), enced stranger could tell that some­ Joan Bourne (pocket first-aid kit), thing very exciting was going to Essie Cohen (knitted garment). happen. Tall Guides, short Guides, Coral Evans (iced sandwich), Hilda thin Guides and fat Guides, there were Vischer (embroidered d’oyley). none but wore a look of greatest ex­ 2nd place. — Kathleen McElroy pectation, while some carried ungainly (scones), Coral Evans (jam). parcels, mysteriously swathed in 3rd place.—Annie Dreves (jam). brown paper. What could be the Highly commended certificates were secret? The mysteries (evidently also won. great treasures) were carefully hid­ The Fête was opened by Lady de den away, and the Guides ran to form Chair, accompanied by Miss Elaine de a guard of honour for Miss Behrens, Chair, and Mrs. Mather, our district our uniform (that of the School) con­ commissioner, presented her with the trasting with the uniform of the other prize-winning bouquet. Lady Cullen companies. When the guard of hon­ and several others well-known in our was dismissed, we competed in Guiding were also present. Our com­ ambulance, signalling and nature pany gave a display of Swedish folk­ work, and although we did not carry dancing in costume, which was well off the laurels, we were satisfied that received by the audience. we had done our best. One windy Wednesday afternoon After afternoon-tea came the great we enjoyed that ever-appreciated event. Each company had con­ event, a field day. Groups of excited structed a totem (this explains the Guides assembled outside the gym­ parcels), and when they were dis­ nasium, some dubious as regards the played, some weird and wonderful state of their chops (yes, we cooked handiwork was to be seen. Our own chops!), others complaining that the was a red fort, rather perilously paper would not stay around the balanced on a Scout’s stave. The bread, and still more hoping that they others were as varied as the rainbow, had not forgotten plates. (Note: We both in idea and construction—a gro­ do take plates with us!) tesque Banksia-man leering from his In due course we arrived at our pole, a miniature W’atson’s Bay light­ destination—The Spit. After at first house, a tree-log on which was in­ revelling in long draughts of cool scribed the company’s history, and water (it was very warm, to say the many more. least) we set off on our walk around After inspecting the totems, we the bends until we reached a suitable gathered round Miss Behrens, who spot. Here we chose patrol places, announced the results of the compe­ deposited our baggage, and inspected titions, and delighted us with her the chops, which, to our great relief, usual cheerfulness and bright conver­ were quite fresh. While we were sation. But as all good things must learning how to build a fire, we wit­ come to an end, we collected our nessed a most exciting combat be­ tween a kppkabn.rra and a willy-wag­ t,ea (or, r^Jjer, afternoon syrup) tail, neither which was the victor. ended a necessarily short but plensapi We busied ejjrselves making fires, afternepn. but several times were obliged to We are all eagerly awaiting the rescue qu;' hats, for the wind would arrival of camp. As more prepara­ persist in whirling them sky-high, no tions are made, we long more for the matter how many stones and school time when we shall first sleep under bags were heaped upon the unfortu­ canvas. Mpst of us have but our nate head-gear. At last the hats imaginations to supply pictures of were secured, and we settled down to camp, but we feel sure that every­ cooking our chops. Cooking chops, as thing—colours, the daily swims, hikes done by First Fort St. Guides, is a and the other camp activities will not most fascinating occupation and be one whit less interesting than we should be included in the fine arts. have imagined. The apparatus necessary to perform OLGA SANGWELL, 4A.

COOKING TIJE c h o p . this operation is a long green stick, NEWS FROM OTHER COM­ a hot fire and plenty of patience. You PANIES.—Although most Guides at attach the chop to the stick, hold it Fort Street belong to the School com­ in the flames for some minutes, and, pany, there are yet those who repre­ hey! presto! the chop is cooked to a sent many other companies in the turn! (Perhaps!) different suburbs. The activities of The chops being cooked and eaten these companies are worthy of men­ with great relish, we spent the re­ tion. mainder of the time in out-door work, 1st Drummoyne Company had a and, after a general “clean-up,” re­ most exciting picnic at the Zoo on traced our steps to the tram in happy Eight-Hour Day. A camp-fire added expectation of the next field day. to the enjoyment. The company is The enrolment on Monday, 25th making splendid progress. Balgow- October, ends this “strange, eventful lah Company is industriously prepar­ history.” Sixteen new recruits were ing for a Sale of Work to increase enrolled into the “great Sisterhood of the camp fund; for, like Fort Street Guides” by Mrs. Mather (our district Guides, they, too, are hoping to go commissioner). Our guests were the to camp at Christmas time. other Guides of the School. A short 1st Vaucluse Guides can be proud competition, won by Alice Dandie, of their achievements. They sue-, followed Mrs. Mather’s interesting ceeded in gaining second place in the talk on the Guide Law. Afternoon totem pole competition at the recent Neilsen Park rally. They had charge Ryde Company is very young, but is of the bath stall at the Town Hall rapidly progressing, and most mem­ Fête, and also obtained many certifi­ bers are well on with second-class cates for the different competitions. work. Together with 3rd Darlinghprst Com­ Girls of 2nd Bondi Company spent pany, they spent a week-end camping a week-end at Katoomba on 1st Octo­ at Douglas Park. ber. Their flag has lately been dedi­ 1st Manly Company has Just had cated at St. Mary’s Church, Waverley. an enrolment. Mrs. Kelso King en­ This company, like many others, is rolled the Guides. Parents were pre­ preparing for a Christmas bazaar. sent, afternoon tea was served, and a 2nd Drummoyne Company was suc­ happy afternoon was spent. Nine cessful at the recent Town Hall Fête Guides have recently been enrolled at both in managing the bath stall and Balmain Company, and likewise 2nd in gaining many certificates. Those Drummoyne has had an enrolment. of age in Chatswood 2nd Company The Guides of 1st Ashfield Company now form a nice Ranger Patrol. The show much enthusiasm. It is a very company is making rapid progress, young company, but already one Guide and is practising f o r à; concert to be has gained her first-class badge and held soon. all-round cord. The Guides, captained With,such activities are our Guides by an old Fortian, are preparing for a engaged. Christmas party, and also for a camp, M. FOUNTAIN, 4A. which is to be held at Berowra. 2nd

DAMPIER. (An Impression—Not a History.)

As a youth he wandered round and The captain was most . brutal, and sailed the Seven Seas, dressed to suit the part; Felt the stinging swish of spray and Red kerchief round his bullet head, no sniffed the salty breeze; toque could be more smart. Did his share of work and play, Blue shirt, grey trousers, big sea drank his share of grogs. boots, and wicked-looking knives Till at last we find him in Jamaica, To keep his crew in order, and some­ chopping logs. times to take their lives.

While he slashed with shining axe, They had some great excitement, and along came Captain Swan. many ships they sank. '“Oh!” thought William to himself, “I And all their “wailing victims” were don’t know you, old scone.” made to “walk the plank” ■“Dampier,” said the captain bold, With prods from nasty cutlesses, “your work is wasted here; while Swan stood by and roared. Come and join the Cygnet, lad and be William was a gentler tar, and these a buccaneer.” sights he abhorred.

The offer wasn’t tempting, but he One day they were pursued, and so, to couldn’t well refuse; give their foe the slip, The captain looked piratic, and pirates William made the wise suggestion can abuse. they should careen the ship. Also wave a cutlass in a most alarm­ “I rather think we should have done ing way; this urgent task before; So William said, “Yes, captain”—the The barnacles are sprouting up upon Cygnet sailed next day. my cabin floor.” So they beat a.bout South Java and And when they finished cleaning—the they sailed the Timor Sea, job took many a day— While the barnacles were sprouting They filled the casks, and furled the very fast and furiously; sails, and then they sailed away. And at length they gained New Hol­ land, and, .upon the North-West Afterwards the Cygnet foundered, and coast so that’s the last of her— The buccaneers careened the ship— But to finish up my story about Wil­ not all of them, but most; liam Dampier, He told his tale in England—some For Dampier wandered inland and believed and some did not— observed our native land, And he sailed back to New Holland And the blacks who roamed and wan­ in seventeen hundred—what? dered o’er its rather arid strand. ISABÈLLE ELLIS, 5A.

SEEN ON GEORGE STREET.

- ( 1) to sit in it sideways, bare legs curled A man lighting a cigarette in the up under him, immersed in his cheap wind. Body tensed against its force, boy’s paper. Quite a poorly-dressed hat down low on his forehead, hands boy in a blue flannelette shirt and cupped around the tiny flame which ragged black trousers, bare legged but lights up his face, showing intense clean, reading his adventure story as concentration; all his thoughts centred if there was no traffic going by, within on trying to apply the wavering red two yards of him. Following pirates, flame to the white paper and tobacco. perhaps, or, maybe, gentlemen adven­ ( 2 ) turers, far away in the wonderful In a long, narrow window, a boy Land of Youth—the land of Teirna- reading. He has just space enough nouge. AYESHA, 3A.

WHAT SYDNEY MISSED. “Well, my dears,’’ said Dad one no—” morning at breakfast, “I’ve something Dad sprang from his chair, slung important to say.’’ The family the cat from the door, and, with his started. chest well afore and in an indignant “It’s just this—■” voice, remarked as he went through “I s’pose I’ve got to give up Cilly the door, “I’m merely going to Sydney Brown,’’ gasped Sarah in convulsive for awhile.” sobs, “and I—’’ 'The family sat white and still. “Who’s talking about Billy Brown ?’’ Going to Sydney! That place where thundered Dad. “I was going to cars and trams knock people down say—’’ and kill them! where men are being “I—I suppose I’ve got to be christ­ murdered every day! where women ened,’’ screamed sixteen-year-old don’t do their washing on a Monday! Sammy, “and there’s Jimmy Martin Their father going to Sydney! Then as is seventeen years—’’ suddenly a thought came to them. “What’s Jimmy Martin to do with No farmer in their neighbourhood what I’m talking about? I was going had ever been to Sydney, and lo! here to say—’’ was their own father going, actually “0 dear me!” fluttered Ma, “I know going to Sydney. 0, what a wonder­ your Mother’s coming and there’s ful father! How the neighbours ■wocdd be astonislied! filled with pu'mp'kirts for his city They looked at Dad as he stood cousins, took Bis place beside Mike in leading against the door post, cahniy the gig, arid ámid a "scattering of eohrting the ducks. Mum nodded and fowls” and the cries Of Kfum not to whispered, “Your father was always fonget the unbleached calho and hair for dòinè big things.” wavers, off went the gig. But Some­ Scon the whole countryside had how or other Dad felt ill at ease. He ‘earned the wonderful news, and Mrs. stirred restlessly in his seat, and mut­ Tomkins explained to Mrs. Jenkins tered something about “losing a lot how her mother had nursed him when of time on the farm.” Then, looking a babe. very worried, tie asked ÑHké didn’t .And the hero—Fàrmer Brown— he think his mother looked rather ill. rode by on his grey steed and smiled “Never saw her look better,” replied patronisirigly on them. He told them Mike. of the wonders to be seen in Sydney, “I—I wonder if those calves will be how he might stay for some time, but alright.” that they might depend on him to “Oh, thèy’à be alright, never fear,” come back as soon as the city could said Mike, helping him out of the gig. srparc him. He knew they’d miss And now they were standing on the him; that their loss would be sjme- little sidirig awaiting the train. A l»dy else’s gain he never questioned. loud, shrill wKiStle. The train was But ne assured them that whenever coming. They had only been waiting he could find an idle moment he would two hours! tiink of them. The day of the departure arr ved. “Mike, eh, Mike!” gasped Dad, “I The gig was waiting at the door. Dad, feel just, just a little sick.” with his several large trunks well “0, see a doctor when you get to Sydney,” said Mike, joyful at the thought of no boss for a while. The panting “puff-puff” of the train came closer, and in a flash had stopped dead in front of Mike and Dad. “Second single to Sydney,” Mike whispered in a low voice. “Sydney?” repeated the guard. “Yes, me father, him as is behind me, he’s going to----- ” “Hurry along, please,” shouted the guard. Mike turned round with ticket to Dad. There was not a soul on the platform but himself. But what was that noise ? Through a clearing of trees that lined the road he could see a disappearing gig and a man frantically urging on the speeding horse. Dad had changed his mind! MARY GALVIN, 5 A. THE TWO CAPTAINS. D. LIPERT (1927). E. COHEN (192t) NEWS OF THE OLD GIRLS’ UNION. The flag of the Fort Street Old to join. The court is in Hawthorne Girls’ Union is flying high, the mem­ Parade, Haberfield, and Vera Water- bership is increasing, but, Fortians, stone, who is the Secretary (25 we still want more members; so be O’Connell Street, Sydney), will be sure to enrol, those of you who will be pleased to receive new members. leaving at the end of this year. The S.B. monthly meetings have been well attended, and every first Wednesday THE LITERARY CIRCLE came of the moh'th has ¿een numbers of into being and was duly baptised at happy “Old Forttans” coming up the a meeting held in the School Gymna­ avenue to the meeting-place—the old sium on the evening of 3rd May last. Gym. The following office-bearers were About sixty (60) Fortians took the elected:—President, Miss Morley; opportunity of having a fe-uhion at Hon. Treasurer, J. Lemm; Librarian, the Annual Dinner, when we were also Mildred O’Hanlon; Magazine Editor, very pleased to have with us Miss Mary Corringham (since resigned, Citiise and Miss Partridge. The Ball her place being taken by Eva Duhig); held at the Wentworth was a great Hon. Secretary, Grace Santos. success both socially and financially. Very happy meetings are held We had for our August meeting a twice a month in the Feminist Club very interesting debate, when the Rooms, where the average attendance Union asserted “The Superiority of at meetings is twenty. the Modern Girl over the Mid-Vic­ The aim of the Circle is to study torian.” The subject lent itself to modem literature, poetry being the bright and animated speeches, which particular branch to engage our were enjoyed by all. September attention this year. Papers on the found numbers of Fortians par­ poets studied, are written and read by ticipating in an impromptu Social, the members, and a general discussion whilst October brought us a very follows. To ensure that some reading interesting lecture by Mary Rivett is done by all members, each is re­ on the Children’s Library. The quired to keep a common-place book last meeting, which was held this in which are noted passages and month, took the form of a visit to phrases from the works under con­ two newspaper offices, when we sideration, which appeal to her. This learned quite a lot about the printing affords all members an opportunity of a newspaper. To complete our of seeing what poems or passages programme for this year, we are have a general appeal. A merry sup­ going to have a small Dance in the per concludes each meeting. Poets Gym. already studied include Meredith, In giving a report of the Old Girls’ Hardy, Tennyson, Kipling, Masefield, Union the Tennis Club must not be Bridges, Watson, Belloc, Brooke, De omitted, as it is a very active body la Mare, Milne, Newbolt, Magill, indeed, providing as well as tennis Alfred Noyes and Yeats. “The Vis­ quite a number of social functions for ionary,” our manuscript journal, is to its members. The Annual Dance was appear for the first time next April. held at White City on July 7th, and a We propose purchasing volumes of smaller one was held at the Feminist plays for next year’s work, when we Club Rooms in September last. Eight- intend to devote ourselves to the study Hour week-end found members of the of contemporary drama. Tennis Club enjoying a brief holiday Members are agreed that the hours at Woy Woy. spent at Circle meetings are of the At the present time the Tennis Club happiest, and extend to present has about seven vacaneies, so put Fifth Year girls and others leaving your application in early if you intend school this year a hearty invitation to join the Circle next year, and share nights and subscriptions may be ob­ the beauty and joy assured those who tained from the President, Miss study literature under these ideal Morley, or from the Hon. Secretary, conditions. Miss G. Santos (Education Depart­ Further information as to meeting ment, Bridge Street, City). G.S.

MAYPOLE— 1620. Gaily trooping, brightly laughing, Oh! the merry music’s calling, Down the street they come— Round and round the dancers go, Colours flashing, banners streaming. Tripping lightly, prancing gaily. Marching to the drum. Men and maidens, to and fro.

Peaked caps nodding in the breezes, Hear the joyous, ringing laughter! Bright skirts streaming wide; All thé world’s awake to-day; Reds and greens and flashing yellows, Fun and Frolic fill the traces Ribbons broad and wide. Where the Court of Joy holds sway. ENID CARPENTER, 5A.

REFLECTIONS. Swinging on the low branch of the sun had almost slipped down behind old willow tree, where the long green the pine trees and only one corner of boughs swayed and hushed about him the pool was light then; somewhere as they bent to kiss the sunny waters, along the bank the dream people Peter sat gazing into the depth of a walked, and the dying sun cast their still pool. quaint shadows in the crystal waters. Peter was quite an ordinary little Peter was never quite sure where boy in many ways, but he had eyes they really did walk. When he looked which looked as if they might belong up there was nobody on the far bank, to the old elf who sat on the edge of and nearly always he forgot to look the Milky Way all day and wove won­ back into the pool again, because the derful stories which he lent to the sun would have gone by then and the tale-tellers on earth on starry even­ wind would give its faint little good­ ings. Indeed, they were as full of night sigh through the pine tops. ever-changing expressions as were the Peter was always a little afraid of elved fantasies—now bright with mis­ the wind’s sad voice, and it made him chief, now dreamy with wondering at feel glad that he had a house on a the quaint, gay and beautiful things hill-top instead of down in the dale, which went to make up his little life. where the trees echoed the wind’s In the pool dwelt another boy who sleepy moan until it lost itself in the had fair curls, and his eyes were opal mistiness of the dim distance. almost as blue as the water in the But he knew that if he should look dark corner where the black fish swam into the pool again he would find only to and fro under the fern fronds. still waters and shadowy silence. When Peter smiled, the Pool Boy The dream people were great smiled back at him, and on grey days, friends with Peter, and he loved their when Peter was feeling a little sad as queer little shadowy shapes. he gazed at the pool, the Pool Boy’s The only person whom he ever told eyes looked back into his own, but about them was the West Wind Lady they were cloudy grey then, and had who came out from the sweet pea lost all their gay laughter. hedge on summer evenings and ruffled Peter liked best the time when the his hair, or who passed him by in the ¿ark, when he was feeling lonely, with were gliding swiftly ¿own the valley- a laint rustle as of dry leaves stirred But then he remembered he was ten by a September breeze. again, and that big boys do not cry Peter had never seen the West about dreams, although they often Wind, but he knew she was there, sigh over them; so he turned quickly because of the faint perfume of laven­ to brush the tears away with the der which reminded him of the flowers sleeve for his blue jersey. in an old-world garden, and he ima­ As he did so he looked into the face gined that she had brown eyes and a of the Pool Boy, and their eyes met. red mouth that was always ready to To-night the Pool Boy’s sunny curls curve into a beautiful smile, and that were rufilled and his eyes seemed great she wore a shadowy gown which fold­ grey pools of sadness which looked ed about her as the clouds about the into Peter’s own and pleaded with sunset. him. Peter’s dream folk were generally Suddenly, Peter of the Pool sat up those of whom he had read in his with a husky little laugh and nodded books, but sometimes new people at the Pool Boy, who nodded back as appeared, and Peter wove wonderful if he understood, and gave Peter a tales about them which he told to the wintry little half smile. Peter jumped Pool Boy or the West Wind Lady. from his bough and went up the hilt One night, when Peter was sitting and laughed again, for he understood in the willow, he closed his book and now; the Pool Boy had Wendy and he gazed into the pool over which the wanted to keep her—always; and, of shadows were creeping. He had been course, the Pool Boy and he were reading “Peter Pan” and was feeling good friends. rather sad because Wendy had gone As he entered the garden gate a away and left Peter. Peter of the faint scent of lavender came out of Pool loved Wendy, and he wondered the darkening west and lingered why he had never met her among his awhile in a quiet corner by the sweet shadow people. It was strange, very pea hedge; then, softly as a beautiful strange! After all, she was the fav­ smile fades, drifted gently away into ourite of his dream folk, and he had the velvety arms of approaching a fancy that one day she would part night. the branches of the willow and come And Peter remembered, while he to him, laughing, as she had come to whispered his secret to the West Wind that other Peter long ago. Lady, that he had not heard the wind’s With his chin in his hands, Peter good-night sigh to the pines; but, per­ sat gazing at the sun-tipped ridges haps, thought he, it had gone away of the far mountains. Suddenly his across the seas to the Land of Lost eyes filled with great tears, and he Little Ones to make Peter Pan under­ felt a very lonely little boy, for all stand (as he did now) that the Pool the world was still and the shadows Boy, too, loved Wendy. N.B., 3A-

STALACTITES.

A million pendant jewels droop. From serried floors where mosses soft In vine-like clusters seem to fall; With stealthy velvet fingers cling. And crystal flowers’ tendrils loop Tall pillars raise gray heads aloft. In stone-pale beauty round them all. And high in air their ghost arms fling. “THE FLYING DUTCHMAN,” 4A- WHEN THE WHOLE WORLD ENVIED ME! Evening had roused herself from sleep I waited for my coming bride And opened her starry eyes. From out eternity. And, gazing o’er the land and deep, I saw the sun dip ’neath the sea, Had said, “I must arise.” And beard’s Day’s parting sigh— She bathed her brow in silver dew. And then, beloved, you came to me Her hair of perfume mist, From out the purple sky. Dishevelled, lay upon her breast “Evening has come to Earth,” they Full beautiful, I wist! said— Around her slender frame she Those waves that kissed our feet^—• wreathed “Evening has come from the Land of A cloud from out the west.. Dead, “And now for Earth, and Life,” she From the realm of eternal sleep.” breathed, “And Love, ah! love be blessed.” Upon the margin of the tide, Where hums the foaming sea, Upon the margin of the tide, I walked with Evening at my side, Where hums the foaming sea, And the whole world envied me! I P., 5A.

A DAY-DREAM AND THE AWAKENING. It was a very drowsy, sultry day, the men are forming a plot to kill the and I, with a Latin book opened on Queen. I wait until they are gone, my knees, was thinking how lovely it and then I re-enter the palace. When would be to lean my head back on the the Queen comes I tell her what I tree and dream. But no! the price of have heard, and urge her to come and neglecting my homework the night hide from the cruel plotters. So to­ before must be paid. And so I must gether we creep down a secret pas­ stodge away at those hateful Latin sage, which leads to a secret cave in verbs on this lovely day. I bent my the hill. Here we hide ourselves until head over my book, when, suddenly, the men at court should discover and the columns of those everlasting verbs kill the plotters. A few days later we vanished and I saw instead a very gay make our way out and creep down the scene. There was Queen Elizabeth, hill. Suddenly we are surrounded by and good old Raleigh sacrificing his robbers. cloak to the mud of the street for Her The leader addresses us: “Ah! so Majesty to walk on. How flattered you thought to escape from us ? Well, she looks! Then the Queen con­ you are not so clever! Come, boys, tinues her journey to the gorgeous let us capture her and take her to our palace. The doors are flung open leader.” Then I throw myself at with a blare of trumpets, and she them (wondrous though it may seem) enters the wide doorway. Someone and try to keep them off my Queen, comes running to meet her. She is guarding her from the arrows that dressed in the clothes of a Lady in fly around us. At last one robber Waiting. Surely I have seen that face comes up to pull mo away from her, before! Why, it is myself' How but I push him down. He rises up, lovely! I escort the Queen upstairs angrier than ever, and makes a wild and help change her dress. rush which I know I cannot resist, We go down again, and Her when— Majesty sits at the head of the dinner “Clang! Clang!” table. I go for a walk and a rest. In I woke with a start at the sound a deserted part of the garden I hear of the bell ringing. Here was I safe voices. I listen and I discover that under the fig tree, the only arrows being the falling figs. But there on homework, which meant half an my lap was my Latin book. I sud­ hour’s detention. denly remembered that I knew no Alas for my heroic self in my more of my Latin than at first, which unlucky day-dream! was nothing! What should I do? No ‘ MISS MUFFET ’ (The lA Echo).

“WHAT CAN I WRITE FOR THE MAGAZINE!” QUENTINA, 1 A.

SLUMBER SONGS.

( 1 ) Sleep! little one, sleep! Sway! little wave, sway! Into my arms softly creep; Show’ring thy silvery spray There will I croon thee to lullaby Into the cradle of dreamland divine. land, Tenderly bathing sweet baby of There with the fairies to walk hand mine— in hand— Sway! little wave, sway! Sleep! little one, sleep! Rest! weary one, rest! Croon! little breeze, croon! Cradled on mother’s soft breast, Under the shadowy moon; Slumber on sweetly, by moonbeams Bear thou my baby to clouds up on caressed, high, Till stars shall pale in the mystical Singing her gently a soft lullaby— west— Croon! little breeze, croon! Rest! weary one, rest! J. STEVENSON, 4A. ( 2) Slumber on sweetly; up in the tree, Rainbow-clad fairies wait on the- Whispering breezes crooning to thee, shore, Lulled by sweet music from elfin bells. For fairy folk wee babies adore. Echoing softly through valleys and Mab holds her court whilst Puck dells. lingers near; Goblins, gnomes, elves all join in the Dream mists surround thee, baby of cheer. mine; Moonbeams of bliss thy cradle en­ Hush thee, my darling, hush thee, my twine. dear, Whilst thou art gently rocked on a sea Wee Willie Winkie soon will be here, Of tiny star boats, wandering free. Throwing his stardust into tired eyes,. Then floating homewards up to the skies. JEAN STEVENSON, 4A.

THE PIPES OF PAN.

Haunting music in the dells. By the silver brooklet’s edge. Dancing in the ferny glades, Playing round the ferns and trees. Stopping now by mossy wells. On a rocky mountain ledge. Hark! The Pipes of Pan, Hark! The Pipes of Pan. “RECORDER” (The lA Echo).

SUEZ.

Suez—land of sandy dunes of faint in a small vessel, as though they had eastern pefume—and of Turkish De­ just been rescued from the deep. light. For days we had impatiently As we were not allowed to go awaited our arrival at the Canal—the ashore at this port, we were not very wonderful Suez Canal in an Arabian sorry to hear the bells ring for our Nights setting—of which we had departure, for now we were entering heard so much and really knew so the canal, which we had been looking little. Every minute or so we eagerly forward to seeing ever since we had scanned the horizon where a thin left Colombo. What cared we if the streak denoted the presence of land, luncheon bell was pealing out its and just as often interrogated the summons? No one heeded it. The sailors who several days before had entrance to the canal was wide, and fixed a searchlight on the forecastle was bordered by sand dunes, which head with many “Heave ho’s” and stretched as far as the eye could “Altogether now’s,” in order to guide reach. It was extremely hot, and the us safely through. heat hung like a shimmering wraith The following day we arrived at over the glistening sands. Soon the Port Suez, where we were induced to waters began to narrow, until they buy many useful trinkets and large formed a definite course banked at supplies of the indigestible sweet each side by heavy layers of stones. above mentioned. Here also we took We were proceeding very slowly, for on two natives to pilot us through the every movement of our vessel sent canal. Much to our amusement they numerous waves washing against were levered up the side of our boat either bank. A vessel was slowly coming down At rather long intervals along the the canal towards us. With groans bank were dotted houses, mostly oc­ and creaks we hove to, while it slowly cupied by Europeans, and evidently passed us, and the people on board, also by Australians, because we were proceeding to new lands, sent ringing often greeted by cheery cooee’s and greetings over the waters. But we eager questions about our sunny land. were roused from our thoughts by I am sure everyone on board ship shouts from the other side of the felt that he was extremely fortunate boat and rushing over, we beheld that to be able to gaze on the places where which made our hearts miss a beat, our boys had trained when they had for there, trailing its weary way over gone out ready to die in order that we the sand, their backs piled high with might live. The trenches wound for wares—was a camel train with a real miles in and out of the burning sand, Arab walking at the head, his long and standing grim and menacing, were white robes fluttering in the hot wind, barbed wire entanglements, striking which stirred up little eddies of sand a keynote of defiance. about him. It was a wonderful sight In the west the sun was setting—a and one which we had never hoped to ball of fire. Its rays spread over the see. yellow sands, making a riot of colour Soon this sight faded from our which dazzled the eyes. The cool admiring eyes but our interest was waters lapped the sides of our boat soon recaptured by a barge which was with caressing murmurs, and the proceeding slowly up-stream. From sound of the sailors’ voices came this barge was a rope which stretched clearly through the evening air, as we to the bank and at the end of this were “tied up for the night.” On the rope was a horse, whose duty it was bank an Arab sunk to his knees by to pull the vessel along. A little the side of his camels; his face towards black boy was in attendance on the the setting sun; a soft breeze stirred horse and he seemed to have lost all among the few palm trees. The day interest in life beyond giving the horse was done! a srhart reminder now and then to M. MAXWELL, 4A. continue his route.

SONNET ON THE ORGAN.

Down dim dark aisles the trembling As though to mingle with that hymn sweetness steals. of praise. And echoes wake in throbbing ecstasy Which angels chant in that blue To hear its passion burdened' melody, vaulted dome. To hear the liquid harmony, that To God of all things gone and yet to seals come. The golden notes within the organ’s Before His Shrine its cadence tribute peals. lays. And reaching where the rainbow And all is sound. Then llng’ring scatters joyously echoes roam. Its colours through the glass, a great Till, like us, to beyond. Peace calls divinity them home. Of glorious sound to depths infinite swells JOYCE KOLTS, 4A. EARLY RISING.

Ting-a-lihg-a-ling-a-ling—bang!! !— Sweet pea, sweet pea ladies!” That is a graphic description of an Ah, pretty little song that! But, good­ alamm elbck's noisy clangiitg sonie- ness gracious! I meant to study! whelre abbnt 6 a.m;, while the bang! Quickly fo my book! Of course I know is caused by my suddenly realising the first paragraph—“he not only that it is ihy clock which is making póssesséd, etc.”; then fo the next that fermble noise, which strives to “Even as a—” Good heaveris! what fouse everyone, alive or dead, within is that terrific noise? I might well a range of fully ten itiiles! With an have guessed. It is only our doB ex­ outflfngirig of ihy arm the bffending citedly “'having it out” With a brOom aVticle is quite kndcked off its perch head. He has it in his motith, knd, —a pile of English, History arid tossing his head from side fo ^de, French textbook (to wit—Macbeth, naturailiy tosSes tbe bfOofri fO'O. "rhat Robinson arid “Eri France”—savez ?). accounts for the unseemly noise at With a groan I o^en my eyes (all this this early hotir! A few hairs begin has beeri done with them shut), and to fall from the poor broom—why do try to summon enough energy to get dogs like worrying things? Anyway, up, for if I don’t I shall be wrapt in it is looking pretty miserable by this! shiriiber again in two ininufes! so, It would be nice if one could do that with an heroic effort, I spring frOrii with any offending articles—say note­ my bed, warider round bumping all the books, for example! But oh! I’ll never chairs and tables ever created—or so get this learnt!! it seems—and then settle down to My nose is well and truly in the ponder on the reasons given for the depths of the book, but my eyes, by a little careful adjustment, are roam­ value of early rising. ing about and light on a strip of “Bah!” I think; “if I had the op­ sparkling water, visible between the portunity I would sleep till ten red chimney tops of the house oppo­ o’clock.” By this time I have got peri­ site. I’ll go for a swim early to­ lously comfortably settled on the end morrow—that’s if—er—if I wake! I of the bed again. “This will not do!” collect my thoughts—and my eyes— Feverishly I grasp a history book, from the strip of water, and transfer open it, and perch myself on the win­ both to the book in front of me. dow sill—to study! . After all, it’s not bad, early “He not only possessed won­ rising (this is after fully ten minutes drous genius for painting, but . . . of earnest study!). Everything is he inspired others by it.” “He not much fresher in the early morning— only” . . - What a beautiful, cool the birds sing much more sweetly— breeze is springing up! It stirs the the flowers nod so prettily—why, I sweet peas, which, clustered on the think I’ll always get up early! (Alas, fence outside, spill their sweet scent for false, hopes doomed to early dis­ on the morning air. Aren’t they deli­ appointment!). But, why—with what cately coloured. I remember when I contempt I can regard my brothers! was in the primary school I learnt —this morning. They sleep on, luxu­ a song about them—er—I know! It riously snoring, till forcibly dragged called the flowers “sweet pea bonnets.” from their beds—while I—I—am up! Oh, yes! How nice it must be to have up! A feeling of self satisfaction al­ bonnets that grow— most akin to heroism surges through “And then they all become you so! me! “SHE,” 4A. A DAY. With sunken head, drooping ing cottage an impatient shake because shoulders, and reins lying loosely in of a large sheet of dirty crumpled his dirty, begrimed hands, the old man newspaper jammed against it. After dozes uncomfortably on top of the ringing loudly at the doorbell the boy dust-covered waggon. wearily wipes his fingers down the The horses, with lowered heads, front of his shirt. their feet buried inches thick in the A thin, tired-looking woman opens yellow-brown dust, heedlessly allow the door, her hands all steaming the small black flies to crawl tediously from a large, fatiguing washing, and, over their backs. with a little smile, receives the milk From around the corner comes, and hastily closes the door, while the trudging slowly, the old lady. One worn-out milk boy, with something hand hangs limply hy her side, the between a sigh and a whistle, his other languidly supports a small handkerchief now tied around his bunch of fading, withering poppies, neck, passes down the path of that gradually falling into their last long tiny garden. This little, dust-choked slumber. place is alive with the buzzing mon­ The rattle of a cart and a feeble otony of the droning bees. cty of “Milko!” echoes down the Suddenly the first gay note is street. Soon the sunburnt freckled struck oh that miserable day. A school milkboy gives the gate of a neighbour­ bell rings from nearby. A few min­ utes later the dogs in the street drag The old lady, almost at her destina­ themselves from their kennels, and tion, idly turns her head and sees a make a faint pretence at a bark. great cloud of brown dust trailing The old man on the high waggon down the street, and irritably shakes lazily yawns, and, stretching himself, her head. peers over the waggon’s edge and sees The small rider still careers madly the small boy come flying down the down the roadway, for there, at the street on the beloved borrowed scooter. end of that very street, arrayed in all His face is positively wreathed in its splendour;'standS-'the ice-cart. , smiles as his small brown legs pedal What is.|vrorig with dajr?. Noth­ away. ing at all. - A^., 3A.

RETRIBUTION. I dreamed a dream last night. Me- In dark relief against the sky. With thought I played awe Within my garden, scattering, undis­ I thrilled and icy horror as I saw mayed The clutching fingers slowly, slowly, By thoughts, the blood of roses on close the lawn On something, e’en as I had crushed In wanton frolic and in careless scorn the rose. Of consequence. The broken petals I shrieked in an access of frantic fear shed As larger grew the shadowy Hand and A wild aroma from their velvet bed, near. A silent swansong, e’er they drooped I felt my impotence, e’en though to fly and died I strove; the Hand came yet more In all their loveliness and youthful nigh. pride. Then lo! It paused. The echo of a An unseen mesmerism drew my eyes Voice Towards the stainless amethystine Pierced the dark corners of my soul, skies. “Rejoice! I gazed; on the translucent curtain An thou wouldst I should spare thy grew soul, then spare A little shadow, smearing the pure Those lesser souls that lie within thy blue. care. Then slowly it assumed a form; I I have been merciful, and so be thou. could For thou shalt reap whate’er thou Distinctly trace a dusky Hand, that sowest now.’’ stood WINNIE SCRIVEN, 4A.

VALLEY O’ DREAMS. Near a certain town there is a val­ through which the sun shines with a ley filled with black wattle trees, and subdued golden light; tiny brown toad­ cut in two by a tiny rocky-bedded stools everywhere, running through stream. It is reached by a long, white one another; big ones, small ones, road, which runs along the top of a round and crooked ones, all formed green, gently sloping hill, and it into tiny rings on the sun-dappled seems to beckon you on and on, this grass. Under fallen trees and in the road into Fairyland. clearing you will find them, and you Go along this white road after rain, will know that it is only “Eyes that when the earth is washed and smells see” you need, to appreciate the sweetly, and you will find yourself in beauties of this world. Fairyland. There are tall wattle trees. AYESHA, 3A. THE MINIATURE. I stood before a miniature, and gazed To where the great incarnate spirit At that sweet face, its gentle eyes swells uprais’d The mighty infinite song that ever To things of which I had no clue, but tells sought Of souls regained from out the earthly To read of in the mystic smile that dust. taught That swiftly rise to join the greater Of all, yet hid its lesson. Long I host. strove Spurn net the weaker ones that try, To solve it; then I saw the red lips but fail move. To gain the glory of the shining goal. And from them, low and sweet, the But lift them by thine own great life counsel came: Above the turmoil of the worldly “A life is work and playtime, and the strife.” game I heard, as though in dreams, the And work must share thy soul in equal lovely voice part. That bade me take my pathway and That their great fires may purify thy rejoice heart. In all. I looked again, the lips were Let not your worship fall before one still, shrine. But lived, the lovely smile my heart to But joy in all things—that is joy fill divine. With adoration. And in those eyes lay Unto the lesser souls leave lesser The Shining Counsel of the Greater things. Way. And lift thyself on tireless soaring wings JOYCE KOLTS, 4A.

A TRAGICAL ROMANCE. Once, long ago, the South Wind tightly about him, fled away to the saw Mist, the youngest and most South to the warmer lands, from the beautiful of the Rain God’s daughters. North Wind, the herkld of Winter. Instantly he fell in love with her, and When she saw her lover flying because he was so handsome and away. Mist was stricken with grief, loved her so passionately, she was and when he did not return after three more than willing to marry him. Her months, she grew weaker and weaker mother and father agreed, but the from long weeping, until one day she South Wind was very lazy, and he just vanished into a veil of tears, and took so long about arranging it all her mother said, “Good-bye, good-bye, that the North Wind, a brother of O Mist!” But Mist could not die be­ Mist and a cousin of the South Wind, cause she was not a mortal, so she thought that he would go and hurry just wandered over the earth seeking things up as he hated slow proceed­ her lover, and even now she may be ings, being himself a boisterous fel­ seen enshrouded in the cloak of her low and always being in a hurry. own tears, wandering sadly up ra­ When he arrived at the South Wind’s vines, clutching at the South Wind camp, he found his cousin sitting out­ when she sees him. But the South side his wigwam dreaming in the Wind does not know that the mysteri­ warm sunshine, but at the noisy ap­ ous Lady of Tears is his long-lost proach of the cold North Wind he love. '■•'rang up, and wrapping his cloak • MARY PARSONSON. A + A. ‘^THAT WORD.” “And that poet’s ghost walks, and to his own English speech. One girl, will walk, the length and breadth of wielding a long stick, curved at one this world until it finds the missing end, cried, “Hip! Hip! The Teachers’ word.” hockey match has come at last.” Thus concluded the old witch of the “Thrills!” replied another, in a tone little Indian village as she told the of fervent anticipation. little children clustered at her knee “Whatever does 'thrills’ mean?” the story of “The Lost Word”; how pondered the spirit. the poet had died just as he finished He went on sighing through the fig a poem, all but the last word, and trees and bent low to listen to two therefore was doomed to eternal wan­ girls as they exchanged confidences. dering over the face of the earth until “I adore my Maths, teacher,” said one; release should come in the form of the “she actually put ‘good’ on my Alge­ last word. bra test yesterday.” “But what is the poem?” the little “Thrills!” answered the other, this children cried. “That, no one knows time in a tone of fervent admiration exactly, my dears,” replied the old and good-natured envy. sage; “but one fine midsummer eve “What does ‘thrills’ mean?” I heard these words in the sighing of thought the bewildered ghost. the wind with which the poet In a little while it hurried with the wanders: scurrying girls to the front portal O’er hill and dale, the Spring of the edifice. Here a proclamation Runs on in falls and rills, was made to the effect that the next Wh’ch happiness do bring. day was one whole holiday. Till all the world has----- ,’ “Thrills!!!” shouted many girls this and the last word is the one that is time, and in a tone of wildest joy, sought for.” although at what, the ghost could not Anri the same story is told all the conceive the slightest idea. world over, while the spirit of the “At last I know,” rejoiced the spirit; poet roams on, from country to coun­ “ ‘thrills’ is a word that expresses all try, always seeking the last word. the joy there is, for everything, and These travels one day brought him it means joy to me, for no longer shall to a fair land called “Australia,” at I wander, but return in peace to the a place called “Sydney.” There he land of immortal poets, singing:— found a dear old school called “Fort ‘O’er hill and dale, the Spring Street.” Runs on in falls and rills. As he blew along the playground, Which happiness do bring. he mingled with a group of girls chat­ Till all the world has ‘thrills’.” tering in a language something akin N. CALDWELL, 2A.

THE FAIRIES' HOUR. When the silver moon comes peeping While the fairy bells are ringing. Through the woodland to their dells, Spreading gladness o’er the earth. When the mortals all are sleeping. Then are heard the fairies’ bells. When the silvery night is ending. They leave their fairy bower; When the night bird’s softly singing, When the sun his rays is sending, They delight in fairy mirth. Then ends the fairies’ hour. DINKY, 2D. VAMX SUPFS. “Who’s that dancing on the moonlit Estelle. One tiny maiden wore a air, frock of moonbeams embroidered in Heel-toe tapping, pearly dew, and another gown of Toe-heel rapping— filmy cobweb lace caught with daisy buds and tied with a chain of cream Oberon opening the fairies’ fair.” baby rose petals. The glow worms had hung out their lamps, and every tiny toadstool of the The mermaids in their cavern of­ market place was occupied by busy fered wares of wondrous beauty. fairy folk, who were displaying their Whole dinner sets of cockle shells like goods to the best advantage. Elves poppy petals, necklets of pearls and were crying “Who’ll come buying jugs priceless gems inlaid in tiny cradles of joy?” and at the next shop light of pinkest coral, with blankets of sea lips were quaffing airy bubbles from foam. cups of dew, sippets of sunshine and The pixie cobbler busily fashioned shoes from stars, and decorated them apples of air. In “Estelle’s Salon” dainty fays with shavings from the moon. were tripping on their pink lotus bud To this market the fairies came toes, their feet as slender as white flocking from the holly-hock rills with birds’ throats. These were manne­ baskets woven from butterfly wings quins displaying creations of Mistress on their arms. “LYN,” 2D.

PARLIAMENT HOUSE.

“Clothes don’t make the man.” it—Parliament must be in session, of Well, no! But hockey sticks do make course! Were not the numerous cars the girl—for how much more im­ before the House some proof of that? portant does one feel when carrying Entering the wide-flung portals, the that shining, curved stick! What two walked up to the door—aided added elegance can the small piece of visibly by the external support of the wood lend to a sprightly, uniformed hockey-stick, and the help of a stal­ figure, within whose grasp it lies for wart guardian of the law was invoked the first time! to show them to their seats. But alas! So thought two small school-girls “Parliament sitting—oh, yes! But returning from a hockey practice. you are a bit early. The sessions do Emerging from the Domain into Mac­ not commence till three months quarie Street (where a more fitting hence.” setting for a school-girl with her first Still grasping at their last hope, hockey-stick?), soon Parliament the two mentioned the presence of House “upreared its abutting front.” the numerous cars at the gate, but Parliament House—oh yes. Those while “Taxi rank, Missies,” was being words recalled the practical applica­ divulged, two forlorn maidens, still tion of a history lesson—a visit to clinging to their only visible means of this venerable institution, the source support, went out again into the world of so much worry in a history book. —into the glare of the misunderstand­ What an appropriate time to visit ing populace. ENID CARPENTER, 5A. ADORATION.

Spirit of Beauty! uncreated Power! Tempestuous chaos! Thine the chalice Enter my being for this golden hour. is This feeble spark of thanks fan to a Of destiny, of joys and sorrows. ’Tis blaze Thine altar where the red blood ever Of fiery worship and impassioned flows; praise! Thine is the greatest bliss that mortal Behold! I hear on high the sound of knows; wings Boundless art Thou, oh all-pervading The pulsing of Thine unseen Presence Fire, clings Cleansing and purifying, calling To the vibrating air. The heavens higher pause, Along the stony steeps the fainting Breathless in silence. . . . soul, Searching the wanderer, where the Spirit of Truth! the voiceless mystery thunders roll Of all the ages! Thou Who has the In burning darkness through the void key of death. Of life. Changeless and ever-chang­ Giving him life with Thy reviving ing, Thine breath. Is the sternest service and the inmost Patient and wise, tender and conquer- shrine. ing. Oh, awful Shape, veiled secret Thou, Fold me, oh Love, beneath Thy shield­ Who seest. ing wing. Though seen not. Lo! the greatest and the least Spirit of Peace! the Restful and the Tremble before Thy keenly searching Calm! eye. Pour o’er my heart Thine ever-sooth­ Are dust before Thy fearful majesty. ing Balm, The white-hot clouds around Thy hid­ Roaming, dark robed, with soft and den throne noiseless feet, Are streaked with scarlet. At thy Among the shadows where men seek voice alone. retreat. Resounding through infinity of space. Between dim aisles where distant Each prostrate angel covers up his candles glow face Like beacon fires upon the gloom be­ Lest he be blinded by Thy radiant low. might. At thy approach the very winds are Lest he be cast into unending night. still, Thy mercy o’er Thy justice hath pre­ Obedient to Thine unspoken will. vailed Thy sanctuaries near the wayside rise Thus far; oh Truth, then be forever Like silent prayers ascending to the veiled. skies. Thy gift of quiet broodeth over me. Spirit of Love! Oh life-bequeathing This transient hour I return to Thee, Force, And its ecstatic raptures take their Creative Deity, the primal Cause flight. Of all things, human and divine! The Prismatic Spirit, to Thy realms of spark light. That kindled first -a flame amid the dark. WINNIE SCRIVEN, 4A. MARGARET.

Is she there ? And hearts that are broken with pain No! and with sighing, Then come away, W’e cry from each hill, lest the wind Let us search no more to-day; should forget, Morning lights have turned to grey, ‘Where are you, where are you, sweet Faint appears the Milky Way. Margaret?’ Night has come, and with her coming Hist! did I see her? I thought ’twas Crickets sing, and the gentle humming her hair Of gnats and beetles fills the air. That glistened and shone in the moon­ She cannot, my brethren, still be light down there. there! Hark!” For we have searched in every bower. “I am here!” Have whispered low to every flower, ‘‘Where, Margaret, where? ‘Have you seen her, she has fled?’ Alas, it was Echo who mocked us, and With feet that are weary, and hearts cried, that have bled, ‘ 1 am here, I am here!’ so close to We seek her, and cry, lest the wind my side. should forget, Once again let us call, lest the wind ‘Margaret, Margaret!’ should forget, With eyes that are heavy with watch­ ‘Margaret, Margaret!’ ing and crying, I.P., 5A.

‘NOW THE DAY IS OVER

It was a summer’s evening, just as cause she had been accused of taking the sun was setting. A quietness more than her share of these. An­ brooded overhead as the sun was other, a little boy with big brown eyes slowly sinking in the west. The har­ and a mischievous little round face, bour was draped in a pink mystic thought the wood may be of some use light, and the palest of blue heavens to his mother; so he started to trudge were shot with the same shade. home with some of the smaller Through the stillness came the gentle branches. He quite believed he had tinkle of the church bells, calling the done a great deed when he dragged it people away to the evening service. into the house to show his mother— The locusts were droning in the trees; much to her displeasure—for dead and somewhere a bird was chirping a leaves became scattered all over the lullaby to his baby. floor. Just along the street was a spare The vivid colouring in the western block of land in which, a few days sky gradually died away over this before, a gum tree had been felled. laughing group of children, in the Collected there, were, as it seemed, sunshine of their lives adding lustre all the children of the neighbourhood. to a sunset. Dusk deepened into even­ They were climbing over the trunk, ing, then they too disappeared with playing among the half dead leafy the fast declining light. The twink­ branches, and gathering smaller ling stars then appeared to brighten branches to build little “c u b b y” and cheer the dark world, while the houses, as they called them. One little (hildren were slumbering. little girl was greatly indignant be­ NUANA, 3A. THE LONE, LONG ROAD. Roads are ofttimes the outlet of horizon you dimly perceive some low man’s adventurous spirit—his craving peaks. They are exceedingly low, per­ for something new. Every road began haps, but the best the Inland has, and in a dream, and every dream is the these are the sign posts that guide filmy fantastic embodiment of human you on. They are like the glimmers desires. of hope that touch the horizon of our Men, striving after the inaccessible existence, and with a definite call, say, —the foot of the rainbow—have “Come on, come on.’’ And we follow, pushed further onward and outward and follow. into the unknown and have found in And ever as we go there comes that closer human contact their neighbour unmistakable call of the Inland. It and ofttimes their God. beckons us on to great things in the Thus men came to Australia: thus future; it calls us to help those won­ they pushed outward: and but yester­ derful women of the bush who have day they began to blaze the trail for made the name of Australia famous the great awakening of a great for all time. They are lonely, these nation. women of the west, and they look to Long and unending they seem, these us for comfort and aid. The call is roads. You see before you the road persistent, and we cannot deny it. It in one long trail ahead—for miles and says, “Come on, come on.” And we miles over flat uninteresting country. follow, and follow. Then perhaps on the far away distant X.Y., 4A.

THE BLOWHOLE,” RIAMA.

The wind had reached the height ously to the foam-wet rocks, we crept of its untamed fury as we struggled as close to the Blowhole as we dared. against almost overwhelming odds up Look! The yawning chasm of a the wind-swept headland to the sea. day before guards with its jagged rim It was the wind that had called us a seething cauldron of whirling foam. out, and now it was the wind that A wave breaks on the outer cliff, and, was calling us—eyes smarting, hair flinging itself into a mad turmoil for flying—to that Mecca of tourists, the mastery, races up the narrow cleft. “Blowhole.” With a sonorous and reverberating The headland in itself was a mag­ boom it meets the blind end, swells, nificent spectacle. The ragged cliffs, and, as if in defiance of restraint, impressive in their massive ugliness, flings itself up to meet the sun, and distorted and carved as if by some incidentally to form a most magnifi­ giant hand in ages dim, dipped to the cent spectacle. endless swell of the mountainous A replica of a snowstorm sweeps breakers that crashed to their death across the hill, and, rebounding on at its base. Immense clouds of snowy every rock, sweeps back in a cataract spray rose high into the air, and the of surging foam. cliffs, as if mourning their departed The sun flings a scintillating rain­ glory, were veiled in a curtain of bow bridge across the bespangled white. chasm, and, travelling further up the But beneath the crash and the sob hill, discovers three mournful figures of the stricken waters sounded a seated on a rock, faces dripping, wet deeper note—a menacing note that hair clinging desperately, drenched to strikes chill terror into the heart of the skin, but waiting, cameras poised, one who knows not its source. for the next “blow.” We knew it, and, clinging precari­ RUTH PIKE, 4A. LOOK BEFORE YOU DANCE ON THE EDGE OF A POOL. I had a parrot once who was very wicked bird! while dancing up and much attached to me, and when we down on the edge of the pool in allowed a kitten to enter the family ecstasies of delight over the downfall circle the parrot was very jealous be­ of his enemy, slipped and fell in him­ cause of all the attention we paid the self. I shall never forget the look of pretty little thing. amazement on his face. One day I was sitting by a little With his wings wide-spread and waterlily pool at the side of our house, beating frantically, he managed to with the parrot on my knee and the keep his dainty little feet from getting kitten in my lap. After a while the wet until I grasped the tips of his kitten got up, and, going to the water- wings and drew him on to the ground. lily pool, which is let into the ground, Afterwards I saw him playing with started to drink. The parrot jumped the kitten, rolling it over and over, off my knee, and, coming up behind but when he saw me coming he strut­ it, pushed the kitten into the pool. ted off in a dignified manner, con­ I pulled it out, but it was not very scious again of his injured pride. wet as the waterlily plants are very thick and held it up, but the parrot. MARY PARSONSON, A + A.

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THE HAUNT OF THE NYMPHS. N a dainty old-world You may see the fairies dancing— garden. Hear their silvery voices call. Where the rambling Their robes are purest white. roses blow. Some are silver, like the moon. Comes the scent of And the wizened fairy fiddler waterlilies Plays a merry dancing tune. From the stream that When the rosy dawn comes peeping will not flow. O’er the dewy crested hills. There’s a dear old The fairy folk are dancing rustic archway, To their homes near mountain rills. ’Neath a sky of azure blue. When the golden sun has wakened Entwined with creeping jasmine. All the world with his bright light, And with white clematis too. All the fairy folk are sleeping. In the early dews of ev’ning. For our daytime is their night. When the twilight ’gins to fall. KYLIE LOUGH. THE CHARGE OF THE HUNGRY MAIDENS.

Down the stairs, from the “gym.,” Was there a Fourth Year bold. Come the girls fleeting, Trying this mass to hold? Having but a single thought— They would not reason then. Time to be eating. Surging and crushing. They all must join the fray— Hunger its price must pay. E’en though their hunger grew. Fearing the dread onslaught. Only the favoured few Some are retreating. Secured their lunches. Woe to the tuckshop queue Maiden with faces fair. When they the fight renew. Maidens with shingled hair, Charging in bunches. Maidens with voices rare, Joined in the rushing— Apologetically, M.D., 4A.

PRECIS OF A BEACH IN SUMMERTIME. Sand—heat—flies! Those are, as tired mother. They wander excitedly one might say, the governing points along the beach (and it’s much easier of the subject. Oh yes! I fully under­ to walk along the footpath beside it). stand the illusions people have regard­ ing the “foam-tipped, deep walls of 12. More parties have arrived, and blue”—“the burning sand s”—“the all are engaged in ingloriously wading tang of the salt foam”—although that in three inches of water, skipping joy­ is true. But, well, the general idea fully over the little waves which roll of a beach is particularly flattering in so unconcernedly. Or perhaps the —to the beach! youthful masculine members have be­ gun their agitating for just one bun— It passes stages, quite distinctly or a banana, or some peanuts—or all marked, like this:—6 a.m. A cold three! wind races along the beach, carrying 2 p.m. The animals fed—I mean, the with it scraps of papers from earlier appetite of the children appeased— picnics—a sense of awakening activity they are busily engaged in rubbing pervades all—isolated islands of bath­ cocoanut oil on burnt shoulders, or, ing gowns and coloured towels make more probably, the majority of the groups of colour against the sand, small boys have repaired to the drink which has not yet begun to liven!-— shops, there to gain a precious penny in the water, the owners of the—er— on the lemonade bottle previously isolated islands disport themselves drained by several thirsty mouths! gaily. 4 p.m. The families have fallen to 8 a.m; The water is practically building castles — making puddings empty of figures. But no! It is now (you know, with the aid of the good time for the opulent bank managers, old bucket, and much wet sand), managing directors, to come and fighting over spades—and generally splash about, to pass the time enjoying themselves. healthily till they need drive to town to attend an eleven o’clock meeting. 6 p.m. Some flying figures rush to the beach, discard wrappers, fly in, 10 a.m. The first contingent of pic­ fly out, rush home!—who are they?— nickers has arrived—to wit, four why, the schoolgirls, who have en­ baskets, two “billies,” and half a dozen dured eight lessons to reach this apex children, not forgetting the already of bliss! “SHE,” 4A. DEAD ROSES. Oh drooping, dusky, velvet flowers. A breath of perfume lingers still. The proud and lovely queens of Sweet incense praying all in vain June, In silence, that the wilted blooms Fair daughters of the sunny hours, Someday may lift their heads again. Why should your beauty fade so soon? In vain? Can beauty ever die? Perchance upon some distant shore A few short weeks niy garden lay My phantom roses, fairer far. ’Neath moonbeam - petalled, May blossom gaily evermore. shadowed light. And tender crimson majesty Was mingled with pale pink and WINNIE SCRIVEN, 4A. white. (“KOALA.”)

THE WITHERED ROSE. West wind, west wind, hark! I hear Ah! I see you bending, bending o’er you calling, her pillow. Calling, calling, calling, softly in See you plant a loving kiss upon my ear; her snow-white brow; I can see you lurking, where scented West wind, west wind, now that she leaves are falling. is sleeping— Falling, falling, falling, upon dead Do you, do you, do you love her summer’s bier. truly now? I can see you crouching, clad in clouds of fuiy. West wind, west wind, stay! for you Hectic red, and direful grey, and are fleeting. winter’s coldest hue; Fleeting, fleeting, fleeting far o’er I can hear you moaning, moa.ning, and land and sea; weeping— Canst thou leave her as she is, so Weeping for dead summer. quietly sleeping. Didst thou love her too? Sleeping, sleeping, sleeping all for love of thee? West wind, west wind, lo! I see you Ah! for thou hast stolen, stolen from weeping. her bosom, Weeping, weeping, weeping tears as •Just one withered blood-red rose cold as ice; to wear upon thy heart; I can see them falling, where your West wind, west wind, now I know hand is resting. thou lov’st her—- Falling, falling, falling like blood Freely, freely, freely kiss her, and of sacrifice! depart! I. P., 5A.

TO THE TOP OF BLACKWALL MOUNTAIN. With the eaily morning freshness by towering gums lifting shining still in the air; with the magpies green faces to the sun, we scampered gaily chattering and the kookaburras till we reached the foot of Blaekwall happily laughing, with the joyous Mountain. song of youth and spring in our Taking the circuitous path, we be­ hearts, we set out. gan, more steadily, to climb; as we Along the danip sand road, bordered mounted, glimpses of the blue river through the “gums” delighted our Nature, walking to the glorious eyes, and caves formed by overhang­ “Spring Song” of a myriad birds, we ing rocks afforded appropriate back­ reached the summit and sat down to grounds for fairy romances for the gaze open-eyed on the world below. smaller members of our party. Lion Island reared its proud head Half-way up, halting on moss-cov­ to look about it; Ocean Beach lay ered rocks strewn with uncounted flaunting its golden sands and blue, “gum-nuts.” Ettalong smiled up at white-capped breakers; Broken Bay us with its golden sand-bank and blue Heads stood grim and dark, the Bouth river. Now the path looked down on Head bearing a small stick-like struc­ boulders and fallen trees, some show­ ture which we knew to be Barrenjoey ing green shoots from their scarred Lighthouse. trunks. By the other side of the path And. as this scene smiled up at us a little, gurgling stream, replenished with brown, blue, green and gold, it by the previous night’s rain, ran, and imprinted itself on our mind’s eye, and as it scampered over the stones the we carried it back to the busy outside sun caught its silver ripples and world with a sense of inward tran­ turned them into fiery, opal gems. quillity and joy. Amidst all the wonders of Mother “BIBBY,” 3C.

THE QUARREL. Two brothers quarrelled one fine day. ‘ I'm twice as big as Z.,” said K. Yes! Z.D.C. and D.C.K. “I’m twice as tall as you, hurrah!” The reason was the size of each, Said Z., “And, oh, my mother dear. And neither tried to heal the breach. Settle the question while you’re here.” For K. was dense and rather stout. “You both stand on the floor, D.C. And very good at catching trout. Touch the same coiling, Z.A.B., Z. was a scholar, thin and pale. And so you both are half of me. Returned poetry was his mail. Therefore, you’re equal, now, you Said K., “I’m twice as fat as you. see.” One day you’ll surely break in two.” M. HANLEY, F. GLADING, 2 D. Said Z., “Though I am thin. I’m tall, That’s better far than being small. K I’m twice as tall as you I see. Oh, don’t you wish that you were me?” In came Mother A.B.C.D., “What is the matter here?” said she.

TWILIGHT. The green gumtrees in the silvery Went fluttering by, where the sweet light. doves croon; Where the ring-tailed ’possum Their message of Lové he bore. swayed. With their feathery fingers waved The night wind sighed as it carried goodnight. aloft And a whispering lullaby made. The curlew’s haunting refrain. Till it faded away in a sigh so soft. And the big white moth, as the silv’ry It chanted it over again. moon Peeped shyly the world’s edge o’er. CLARICE LAX, 3C. A STORM.

King Sol in his brilliant chariot of scattering the dry leaves and gold reluctantly sailed across the sky branches, and blowing the dry plants to his glittering palace of fire. Behind from their hiding places. him sailed his merry retainers, the The winds ceased their torment, and sunbeams. But now their faces were swept gleefully back at the bidding clouded, for Baron Thunder, their of their master, for he had sent the enemy, had sounded his drums of war kindly raindrops to cool the parched in the distance, and had sent his mes­ earth. senger, the treacherous lightning, to They tinkled merrily against the tell King Sol his reign for that day window panes, then at the wind’s bid­ was ended. Baron Thunder then sent ding swept away to the mountains, his servants, the boisterous winds, where they filled the streams and over the earth to proclaim to all man­ brooks, and sent them dancing and kind that a storm was approaching. singing merrily over the pebbles. The scene on earth was one of At last the earth was hushed to hurry, for King Sol, in his radiant silence by the breezes. Baron Thunder glory, had dried up the streams in the once again sounded his drums of war, fields, and the grass and the cattle and bade them escort him back to his were starved and parched. Mankind own kingdom, for he had done his raised one face, and on it was written duty. many words of thanks. King Sol once more appeared in his At this sign Baron Thunder burst chariot of gold. Once more his bright forth in all his glory. His drums of retainers, the sunbeams, appeared, and war raged, his messenger, the light­ shed a dazzling light upon the earth ning, flashed across the sky, and his as they danced hither and thither, bodyguard, the winds, raced through hand in hand, happy once again. the trees, taking a savage delight in WISE ONE, A + A.

SLEEP. Swiftly through the silver portals “Come, my children; come, my Comes the spirit of sleep. children; Touching with her silken garments Leave the restless earth below; Mortals who would fret or weep. Dwell above with wondrous Beauty, At her touch their troubles vanish. All her moods and raptures know; They are wafted far away To the land of Heavenly Vision, Live awhile with colours radiant. Made for them as bright as day. Stay awhile in happy field. Then, when tired of Pleasure’s Here they wander wondrous scenes offerings, through. Seek the earth, refreshed and While they feel no joy or pain. healed.” But in sweet oblivion wafted; Here the haunting, sweet refrain: ENID CARPENTER, 5A.

The Editor acknowledges with that it has been impossible to print thanks the many contributions which more matter this issue. have made evident the interest taken “The Magazine” acknowledges with in the Magazine. Some of this work thanks copies of the magazines of is held over in hope that space may he .other High Schools. found in another issue. We regret FAREWELL.

Farewell, thou mother of a nation's pride— We leave thee now! Our duty lies ahead. We go forth dauntless, with high Truth as guide, To life’s great battle. Those we knew have led Where now we follow. Yet we first must vow To thee a life with honour filled, a mind That e’er will seek the soul of truth. For now We know all thou did’st teach us. We were blind—

Thou gave us light. From thee with joy we learned The art divine of laughter. Tales you told Of heroes of the past until we burned To make oureslves as true as knights of old; And sympathy you taught for those who fell— Farewell, great Mother; once again. Farewell! BESSIE BANNAN, 5A.

THE ROYAL COLONIAL INSTITUTE’S MEDAL. Just going to press, we insert a and a prize of £5/5/- for the best notice of the honour won by Enid essay on “The Discovery of Aus­ Carpenter (5 A). tralia.” Enid has been awarded the Silver Congratulations! (The Editor) Medal of the Royal Colonial Institute

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Remember ALL girls may use both Chambers’ New Encyclopaedia with Reference and Fiction Libraries. its beautiful colour plates is a pleas­ Novels are in Room 9 and all other ure to consult and if you want stories books in Room 4. of Egypt or Greece, or Rome, just ask The librarians are:— the librarians for Spencer’s “Myths” Reference Library—M. Fairlie and M. or “The Glory that was Greece” or Carroll. “The Grandeur that was Rome” as Fiction Library—R. Ridge and H. well as Van Loon’s “Story of Man­ Vischer. IT IS WRITTEN—FINIS. The dusty plains lay in the heat vanquished master showed, an em­ oi the sun, and as the sky on a grey blem of defeat. day sullens the face of the sea, sc No sooner had the sun disappeared, the dazzling globe reflected its face than a grey and fast-moving cloud in the mirror of earth. The sunburnt shot like an arrow from a bow across gums lifted their arms to the merci­ the lower sky, moving nearer and less dome of blue, imploring what nearer earthwards. Others followed came not. Only the occasional sound in quick succession and the western of dropping pine cones could be heard sky fast became a scurrying mass of in the airless limit. clouds, which each minute became So it continued day after day and more and more menacing. Suddenly not even night brought relief. a deafening peal of thunder shook the Then there came one evening, an earth to its very foundations, and this evening similar apparently to any was followed by a low rumbling such other of the twilit visitors who nad as accompanies a landslip. Lightning watched the same dreary day-time rent the weird witch’s potion of black lay down its burden to rest. But the veiling the heavens, tracing eerie and shimmering haze resultant from the intricate patterns in its wrath. scorching rays of the sun did i.ot Then, as if one, descended the fall depart wuth its creators, but hovered of the night and rain. in exultant triumph over the western The drought had broken. horizon, where the gory trail of its ANON, 4 A. THE PAUSE OF THE MOON. The fire blazed around the Arab The leaping flames burned steadier camp. The day was spent and the and shone less brightly, the fire burnt sacred fragance of evening was low and flickered but at intervals. wafted on the warm breeze. The new But the great radiant moon seemed moon in all its radiance seemed to to have become fixed above the camp be gliding across the sky towards and moved not. The youth wondered the camp. The flap of the tent door at it. Suddenly it grew restless and was thrown open and the young, seemed as if it would be going. The handsome warrior arisen from his young warrior was troubled. He straw bed within, was gazing at it wished that it would go. But lo—it as it drew nearer with such gentle stretched out a bright ray to him, and grace. Ills hunting weapons lay be­ seemed to hang low in the sky. side, his bed, gleaming in the moon­ It beckoned him. light. He was the pride of the tribe, And the youth suddenly felt tired, the bravest warrior of all. He sighed he wanted rest, he longed to sail as he gazed at the shining weapons away with the moon. But was there and the old warrior seated beside the not big game on the morrow? He fire glanced quickly up as he said, turned his face from the moon, “There will be big game to-morrow, clutching his weapons. He would son.” never rest till he had captured the The eyes of the youth sparkled. “0 game and till he held the prize within Allah, thanks!” he cried. All these his hand. He turned to take one last years I have been training; now I look at the moon, and slowly he let shall show my strength and shall go the weapon. It fell with a crash succeed. 0 great, great!” to the ground—broken. Far away in the hills he could hear “O Allah, thanks!” he cried. the hunting dogs of his companions. And the bright shining moon with He fancied that he heard the trium­ the tired youth was stealing gently phant shouting of the men. across the sky on its journey once “They are succeeding. 0, for the again, leaving the Arab camp far morrow! 0 Allah, thanks!” behind. MARY GALVIN, 5 A. THE MUNICIPAL MARKETS. “Paddy’s” Market, the place where apron look decidedly the worse for hurry, scurry, noise, and bustle reign lack of soap and water does not add supreme. To enter there is to step any further attraction, so you leave into a new world, a tinsel world of him, his stall, and the everlasting the glamour and glare of a circus. demand for three-penny worths of Firmly attaching yourself to your “fairy floss,” and seek fresh fields companion, you join the endless chain for exploration. of people and commence as interest­ Ah! Here is an oddment stall, ing an inspection as you have ever an essential feature! A parrot in made. Here you see one of the count­ an antiquated cage, artistically ad­ less flower vendors, holding a some­ orned with sundry cabbages, and what faded bunch of flowers. Be­ children’s clothing is the chief article hind him, is a clothes-basket filled of sale .A few extras, such as lamp with fifty similar bunches, a blatant shades, carnation roots and clay contradiction to his cry of, “The last pipes, complete a well-varied stock. bunch! Only one left!” You pause The stall-keeper, a woman proudly here to collect your impressions and displaying all the family diamonds, take your bearings. The crowd presses capably deals with the few customers on and you try to retard its progress making up for what her goods lack for some seconds, to watch an im- in appearance by an eloquent flow of promtu auction sale. But crowds, speech. bke time and tide, wait for no man. Reluctantly you leave the surging After some pushing, you burst forth sea of strange faces, crying children, upon a sweet stall. You cast critical and dirty little boys, behind you, eyes at the poisonous-looking mass ample matter for the Walrus in con­ or doubtful sweets seemingly relished versation on— greatly by those around you. The “Shoes and ships and sealing wax. fact that the stall-keeper’s face and And cabbages and kings.” “JANE CROW,” 4 A.

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