THE GATEWAY Bat-He Abbey School Magazine

1953

The West Window in the Abbots Hall.

Photo by P « a Moon

"THE GATEWAY"

CONTENTS 1. Foreword . . .

2. Magazine Committee

3. Examination Candidates ...

4. Elocution, Music and Dancing Candidates

5. Music Examination Results ...

6. Dramatic Society ...

7. News of Juma, Our Leper Boy ...

8. The Coronation of Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II The Coronation of Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II

9. Gym. Competition

10. The Music Society

11. The Historical Society

12. Art and Craft

13. Games — Teams — Tennis Matches

14. Old Girls' Day

15. Easter Term Activities

16. The Dance

17. Hallowe'en Party

18. A Holiday in Norway

19. A River Trip

20. A Country Platform in Ireland

21 . Trees

22. A Nature Jotting — The Mallard's Eggs

23. " Quotable Quotes "

24. Miscellaneous Poems :—

The Wind False Alarm Our Matrons Sunrise The Cup and Saucer Lost Property

Miss Sheehan-Dare

... S. Dickens

O. E. Skinner

Christine Cheveley Christina Kugler

E. Whitton

B. Warning

A. Barton & A. Green

P. Cole

F.Beaton

A. Ward

C. Cheveley

C. Birts & M. Benario

E. Marchbank & S. Dickens

A. Lang

P. Baker

B. Warning

J. Kirk

VI Form

D. Birch G. Campbell

... C. Gurney

A. Mackenzie

J. Orme A. Koekkoek

JULY, 1953 June is over, and we have all been lifted to great heights of feeling—loyalty,

patriotism—by the beauty and solemnity of the Coronation. But what of the future ?

It is easy to forget that among the " people " the Queen has promised to serve are ourselves, the ordinary inhabitants of Battle, or of Tunbridge Wells or Manchester, going about our daily occupations often quite unmindful of the part we play (for better or for worse) in the life of our country, and only on occasions remembering the Commonwealth and Empire at all.

We in Britain have a special responsibility in this. We form a kind of " home guard "—or should do—defending the ideals and traditions of justice and freedom which, in the past, were carried by the greatest and best of our countrymen to far corners of the earth—for they are constantly in danger.

Within the nation, and internationally and, above all, within ourselves, it is so painfully easy to become indifferent and to cease to fight for standards of right.

No queen, however virtuous, can rule justly unless her ministers and judges are just. No monarch can be truly " glorious," however often we may sing the National Anthem, unless her people devote themselves more to honour than to glory, neither can she, as Head of an empire, be " happy " while the least among us is content to see misery in any part of the world.

HFXEN SHEEHAN-DARE.

"THE GATEWAY' MAGAZINE COMMITTEE

Members : B. Warning, Secretary J. Miller A. Burditt E. Palmers P. Jory C. Seyd E. Whitton M. Stevenson J. Lakin A. Ward B. Lloyd-Jones

Editor : S. Dickens

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CANDIDATES FOR THE GENERAL CERTIFICATE EXAMINATION OF 1953

ORDINARY LEVEL:— Prudence Baker Angela Barton Bridget Beach Frances Beaton Monica Benario Carol Birts Christine Chevelcy Penelope Cole Valerie Freeland Anne Gow Peta Halpern-Moors Anne Hudson Christina Kugler

ADVANCED LEVEL:— Anne Burditt—Art, Biology. Christine Cheveley—English Literature, History. Penelope Cole—Art, English Literature, French. Valerie Freeland—English Literature, History. Anne Gow—English Literature, History. Phillippa Jory—Art. Susan Lindup—English Literature, History. Elizabeth Marchbank—English Literature, French. Birgit Warning—History. Elizabeth Whitton—French, Mathematics.

Susan Lindup Brenda Doyd-Jones Elizabeth Marchbank Marie Morriss Joanna Parker Patricia Paterson Ann Pullinger Andrina Snowdon Judith Stewart Birgit Warning Anne Watkinson Elizabeth Whitton

GUILDHALL SCHOOL OF MUSIC AND DRAMA ELOCUTION RESULTS, 1952

GRADE I : J. Blakstad 73%

GRADE D : J. McOnegal 80% D. Boyes 80%

GRADE II I : M. Benario 81% P. Harris 79%

GRADE IV: E. Palmers 75% E. Barbour 69%

GRADE V : E. Whitton 66%

J. Watkins 72",,

A. Barbour 79% A. Koekkoek 73%

J. Parker 72%

C. Buckle 72%

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ASSOCIATED BOARD OF MUSIC EXAMINATIONS THEORETICAL — GRADE V :

A. Stancombe PRACTICAL — GRADE I I :

A. Goddard

Pass

Pass We congratulate Monica Benario, who gained a Credit Certificate for Elocu­

tion in the Hastings Festival. Monica Benario also went in for the Silver Medal Class and received 80 marks.

NATIONAL ASSOCIATION OF TEACHERS OF DANCING

DANCING MEDALS JUNIOR GOLD:

Carol Bins Pass Andrina Snowden Susan Lindup Pass

JUNIOR SILVER i Evelyn Palmers ... Commended Angela Ward Pass Ann Stancombe Pass

Pass

Vanessa Field Pass Elise Barbour Pass

JUNIOR BRONZE I Judith Childs Peta Moors Jennifer Clark Adrian Barbour Elisabeth Woodhouse Diane Boyes Jill Morris Rosemary Larkins ...

JUNIOR DOUBLE BRONZE Susan Marx Anita Eerdmans Shirley Wood Joan Turnbull

SENIOR BRONZE: Christina Kugler Ann Pullinger ..

Pass Pass Pass Pass Pass Pass Pass Pass

Pass Pass Pass Pass

Pass Pass

SENIOR SILVER: Christina Kugler

Elizabeth Sharp Pass Ann Koekkoek Pass Julie van Santen Pass Jacqueline Amery Pass Penelope Rubinstein Pass Linda Hudson Pass Angela Green Pass

Judith McOnegal Pass Iarne Thompson Pass Bridget Lock Pass

Valerie Browse Pass Patricia Paterson Pass

Pass

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HEADS, VICE-HEADS, BRONZES, GAMES CAPTAINS, STARS

Christmas St. Mary's St. Martin's St. Etheldreda's St. Patrick's Term

H e a d : P. Cole J. Lane E. Marchbank H e a d : P. Cole J. Lane E. Marchbank Vice : A. Petlcy S. Dickens Vice : A. Petlcy S. Dickens

Easter Term

Head ■ F. Beaton P. Cole S. Dickens E. Marchbank Vice: M. Benario * S. Lindup * C. Buckle Vice: M. Benario * S. Lindup * C. Buckle

Summer Term

Head i F. Beaton P. Cole S. Dickens E. Marchbank Vice: M. Benario S. Lindup Vice: M. Benario S. Lindup Bronzes : P. Paterson C. Cheveley

A. Gow P. Jory

E. Whitton

Games Captains : P. Paterson S. Lindup A. Gow P. Baker Stars « C. Kugler A. Burditt C. Bins A. Adams

C. Lapone V. Jenks J. Lakin P. Baker B. Lloyd-Jones J. Miller S. Moores A. Barton M. Morris E. Palmers J. Stewart B. Beach A. Snowden J. Parker V. Browse B. Warning J. Turnbull

A. Ward A. Watkinson E. Woodhouse

* Denotes Acting.

V. Freeland A. Green P. Moors

Conduct Cup

Work Cup Posture Cup Activities Cup Sports Cup Tennis Cup Rounders Shield Tidiness Picture

Conduct Cup Work Cup Lacrosse Cup Shield Tidiness Picture Activities Cup ..

CUPS AND AWARDS SUMMER TERM, 1952

CHRISTMAS TERM, 1952

St. Etheldreda's

St. Patrick's St. Patrick's St. Martin's St. Martin's St. Patrick's St. Etheldreda's St. Patrick's St. Etheldreda's Form IV.A.

St. Etheldreda's St. Etheldreda's St. Etheldreda's St. Etheldreda's Form IV.A. Form IV.A.

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EASTER TERM, 1953

Conduct Cup

Work Cup Netball Cup •Shield Tidiness Picture Activities Cup .. Gym. Cup

St. Mary's

St. Etheldreda's St. Mary's St. Mary's St. Mary's Form V.B. Form IV.A. Form IV.A.

THE DRAMATIC SOCIETY "PRIDE AND PREJUDICE," by JANE AUSTEN

The choice of the play was not difficult, as the success of " Quality Street" the previous year gave us a good idea of the type of play which was appreciated. Jane Austen's " Pride and Prejudice " seemed ideal. Termed as sentimental comedy, among its other assets were the small number of male characters and the attractive costumes of that period.

The first two weeks of term were spent in completing the cast, and then the rehearsals began in earnest. In these, Miss Gilford's patience was untiring.

Two performances were given : one to the school on December 16th, and to the parents on December 18th. Five days before the first performance, Frances Beaton, who, until then, had taken the pan of Lady Catherine de Bourgh, had to go home, and her departure caused momentary chaos. Fortunately, this was soon checked, as Monica Benario was given the part to study, and at her first rehearsal knew practically the whole of her part, which she played with admirable competence.

The first performance proved very successful, which was a welcome surprise to both the cast and Miss Gifford, who received much well-merited praise for producing the play.

Despite the inevitable attack of nerves we all thoroughly enjoyed ourselves. Jane Austen's characters gave plenty of opportunity for fine acting. Elizabeth Marchbank played the hysterical Mrs. Bennett superbly, subsiding into " the vapours " at every possible moment. Evelyn Palmers, as Air. Bennett, expounded fatherly advice at every opportunity and in a most matter-of-fact tone, occasion­ally causing consternation by sorre stingingly sarcastic remark to his wife. Susan Lindup's interpretation of the silent, but dashing Mr. Darcy was greatly ap­plauded, as was Carol Bins as the afiected Mr. Collins.

Both the parents and the girls seer.ed to enjoy our play, but we are quite convinced that they did not get so much satisfaction out of it as we did acting it.

SALLY DICKENS.

NEWS OF JUMA, OUR LEPER BOY Jusc over two years ago, following the example of members of the Royal

Family, we " adopted " a leper boy, through the British Empire Leprosy Relief Association. At an annual cost to the sponsor of only £5, one child can receive full care at a leprosarium, and treatment by the most modern drugs. Every hope of a permanent cure after about two years can now be given.

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Juma, in East Africa, was allotted to us because he was a particularly needy case. An orphan, abandoned by his tribe in an advanced stage of untreated leprosy, he was in a very sorry plight when brought to the B.E.L.R.A. workers at Chazi in Tanganyika. Luckily, his leprosy had not already produced serious deformities, but malnutrition and neglect had undermined his physical strength considerably, and he needed general building up before he was strong enough to profit from his actual leprosy treatment. So undersized was he, in fact, that his age was at first estimated to be about seven years. (No African has a birth certificate, so ages are " guessed " ) . Such are the results of the treatment our money has been able to provide for him during the past two years however, that he is now known to be about twelve years old, and a sturdy fellow.

Owing to his very poor start, he was less fortunate than most of his friends. They were discharged as " symptom free " in December, 1952, but there is every chance that he will receive his discharge certificate in December of Coronation Year, so we have cheerfully collected the third annual subscription of £5 to enable his progress to be maintained.

It is wonderfully heartening to know that it is not only his body that has been restored. He has been given the opportunity of attending the school run by the Leper Colony, and as his health improved he has been found to be of high intelligence. He has learnt to read and write in this short time, and—we hear-—will now be welcomed back by his tribe when the time for his release arrives.

Do not blame his tribesmen too harshly for their past neglect. The fear of leprosy is still very great, in spite of the vast improvements made in modern times for dealing with this scourge, and civilized white people have not always been ready to welcome the leper in their family ! Now that he is strong, and educated, Juma is an asset to them, and he is looking forward to returning home.

That £15, contributed by us all over three years, has meant little to us. How much it has given Juma !

O. E. SKINNER.

THE CORONATION— AS SEEN BY ONE IN THE CROWDS

June 2nd was heralded by typically English weather—in the form of heavy showers ; however, our spirits were high, as those of so many other loyal subjects, who were assembling in the Capital to pay homage to our beautiful young Queen on her Coronation Day.

After an early start, we had well and truly installed ourselves in the crowd by 6 a.m., on the Westminster Bridge side of Big Ben. This proved to be an ideal vantage point, as the crowds were not too great, and we, therefore, had a perfect view of the procession to the Abbey. The five-hour-wait till the appear­ance of the Queen's coach was a little tiring, but our spirits were kept up by the incessant chatter of the good-humoured crowd around us, who never failed to give a rousing cheer for any interesting spectacle along the route.

The various processions were very colourful, despite the drabness of the weather ; whilst the spectacular marching of the forces drew a gasp of admiration from the cosmopolitan throng. It was, however, the smiling Queen of Tonga, in her open carriage, who drew the greatest cheers of the day, apart from Queen Elizabeth herself.

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As the clock above us struck 11.0 a.m., the golden coach was sighted by an intrepid young man, who had climbed to the top of one of the gaily-coloured lamp posts, and was looking down the Victoria Embankment. The cheers in­creased in volume as it approached, drawn by the Windsor Greys, and accom­panied by members of the Household Cavalry and the Blues, as well as the Yeomen of the Guard. Seated beside the Duke of Edinburgh, the Queen acknowledged her subjects' cheers with a happy smile, and, as she turned in our direction, a pale glimmer of sunlight broke through the dark clouds, to strike a cheering note in that scene of solemn splendour. The memory of the Queen, at that moment, will long remain impressed upon the mind. Then, as the cortege turned into Parliament Square, the crowds began to disperse.

We arrived at Trafalgar Square just in time to see the return of the Grand Procession, in which the Queen's carriage was preceded by those of the Speaker, the foreign Ruiers, the Prime Ministers, and other royalty, as well as representa­tives from the Commonwealth forces. The fact that we were able to obtain such an advantageous position was due entirely to the weather, for several heavy showers had caused the bulk of the crowd to disperse. It was from this position, a'.sc, that we saw the R.A.F. fly past, as it approached from the Mall.

That evening, we saw the film of the Abbey Ceremony at the Festival Hall, and then joined the crowds by the river to watch the firework display—a glorious ending to a memorable dav.

CHRISTINE CHEVELEY.

THE CORONATION OF HER MAJESTY QUEEN ELIZABETH II

Although I am not British, like many other foreigners, I have " adopted " the Queen of England as my Queen.

To me the British Royal Family is quite different from any other in the world, and one could not wish for a lovelier Queen. Queen Elizabeth's beauty and graciousness have won the hearts of all her subjects, as well as the hearts of the people of many foreign countries, including my own.

In Switzerland, pictures of the Queen, with her husband and her two adorable children, are to be seen everywhere, and they are almost as dear to our people as to the people of these islands. The Coronation on June 2nd only strengthened our affection for the Royal Family, for throughout the hours taken up by the long Coronation Service and the professions to, and from, the Abbey, the Queen never showed any sign of fatigue but was always gracious, charming, and very beautiful.

I think, too, we owe a debt of gratitude to the Duke of Edinburgh who, as Queen Elizabeth told us herself on the night of her Coronation, shares all her ideals and must share her responsibilities, too. He is always at her bide to give her comfort and confidence. Seated sidc-by-side in the beautiful golden coach. they both locked supremely happy as they smiled and waved to the cheering crowds.

The Service in Westminster Abbey, which I saw on Television, was solemn but very magnificent, and I shall long remember the ringing notes of the Westminster School boys as they chanted " Vivat Regina ! " This privilege was accorded them in the 17th Century for their loyalty to King Charles I in the Civil Wars of 1642-1648. Another impressive moment of the Service for me was when the Queen, with a slight bow, acknowledged her subjects' acclama­tion of her as Queen Elizabeth II. Again, after the Queen had received all the

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symbols of her sovereignty and had been crowned, important gentlemen of the Realm paid homage to her. This, too. was a most moving spectacle, and it must have been more so for the Queen.

It is due to the Monarchy of Britain that the vast British Empire and Commonwealth, consisting of so many races, remains so united. And with a Queen as young and beloved as Queen Elizabeth II, the bonds, that make them one people in their common loyalty to the Crown, will be drawn more tightly together. Representatives of these diverse lands were in the Abbey on Coronation Day ; many took part in the processions or lined the Coronation route. All thoughts were centred on the young and lovely Queen—not only in this country, but in all the other countries of the world. God Save Queen Elizabeth !

CHRISTINA KUGLER.

THE GYM COMPETITION The Gym Competition this year took place on March 20th. Most people

were fortunately able to take part. Miss Wells, of Hollington Park, very kindly came to judge.

The actual competition took place in the morning, and later on Miss Wells announced the results, after which she offered us some constructive criticism :— Footwork could have been neater and landings lighter. Also Miss Wells noticed that we were inclined to rely on the catchers too much. But on the whole, the standard was satisfactory, and IVA did very well to win the cup with 89 marks.

All thanks are due to Miss Moffat for all the hard work which she put into the Gym Competition. We should also like to thank Miss Wells for coming to judge, and we hope that she enjoyed herself as much as we did.

ELIZABETH WHITTON.

THE MUSIC SOCIETY This year both Miss Jones and Mr. Baumer have been extremely active in

organising musical entertainments. They have arranged two concerts and have started a Music Society, and its concerts have become a popular monthly feature of the school's activities.

The Society meets in the Library on the first Tuesday of each month, and the programme includes the playing of one or two records, chosen from the works of a variety of composers, items contributed by Miss Jones, Mr. Baumer, a member of the Staff, or one of the pupils, and, finally, a very amusing musical game.

The Carol Concert which was given in the Abbot's Hall the Monday before we broke up for the Christmas holidays, put us all in the right mood for the Christmas season. The whole school sang lustily, while representatives from each Form read the tale of the Nativity.

The Music Society meeting which took place in March was very ably ar­ranged by Susan Lindup. Two solos, sung by Penny Cole and Bev. Martin,

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received enthusiastic applause, and so did the various piano solos that followed. The game, in which many of those present were asked to take part, involved a great deal of clapping on the one side, and mystified looks on the other, and this caused much hilarity amongst the onlookers.

The second concert marked the end of the Easter Term, and many of our parents were present. In spite of the epidemic which necessitated the absence of at least half the choir and several soloists, the concert was a great success. Old English dances, songs and poems recalled the "Golden Era" of the first Elizabeth. Shakespeare's fiery St. Crispin's Day Speech (from Henry V) was rousingly recited by Monica Bcnario, and '; Hark. Hark The Lark ! " jubilantly sung by Beverley Martin ; both were very much appreciated by the audience. The gay country dances, performed by Eorms YB, IVA, IVB and III, taught by Miss Moffat, were also greatly enjoyed by both the dancers and the onlookers, as were the Shakespearean songs sung by the choir. The concert ended with several piano solos played by various members of the school from the Third to the Fifth Forms.

At the last meeting of the Music Society we all joined in singing rounds. which, although hardly harmonious, were extremely popular. Miss Jones's in­genious game of " Camouflaged Tunes" baffled the majority of us, but we enjoyed trying to identify the melodies, which were very cleverly disguised.

There is no doubt that the Music Society has enriched the musical life of the school and has opened up a vista of great possibilities. Apart from its cultural value in bringing us into touch with the works of great composers, and teaching us an intelligent appreciation of these, there is its entertainment value in the routine of school life, which necessarily tends to become monotonous over a long period of time. There is also the possibility that one day the Abbey will have its own orchestra, but this is a dream of the future just now, as only one girl plays the violin.

B. WARNING.

THE HISTORICAL SOCIETY At the beginning of the year, members of YA joined the Battle Historical

Society. During the winter wc attended a series of Archaeological lectures in the evening. We also went to a very interesting talk on " Old Sussex Cusiomi. and Superstitions " which was given by a blind man. Another lecture was on " The Bishop of Chichester versus the Abbot of Battle," which was of special interest to us. There was, also, a discussion on " Any Questions ? "

In the summer the Society organises excursions to neighbouring historical places. We were able to visit Herstmonceux Castle and Church. The Church is one of the oldest in England, although the Castle has had many parts re-built and is now used as a National Observatory, but the grounds still remain very beautiful. After leaving the Castle we had a very good tea at The White Friars Hotel ; then we visited Warding Church, which is also very old. We arrived back at Battle Abbey having enjoyed the day very much, and we are looking forward to future excursions with the Historical Society. We are very grateful to Miss Guinand for encouraging us to be members of this Society.

ANGELA BARTON & ANGELA GREEN.

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ART AND CRAFT IN 1953 On Sunday, February Sth, Miss Seymour took a party of us to Brighton

to see the exhibition of Brangwyn's paintings, which had formerly been exhibited at Burlington House.

We wandered round admiring the glorious colour and design of the pictures. Those of special interest were " The Poulterer's Shop," which was a miracle of contrasting colour ; another one consisting of some natives squatting in the sun, which gave the impression of great light and heat by the use of brilliant colour ; and a funeral scene in a different vein, in subdued colours suggesting sorrow and grief. There were also displayed many pen and pencil drawings, a great number of which were of natives and wild animals. We were particularly fascinated by a ferocious-looking hippopotamus. Altogether, it was a most enjoyable and beneficial day.

As regards our own work, we had no exhibition this year, owing to the Coronation. However, the high standard of art- and craft-work for the exam. was maintained, thanks to Miss Seymour's hard work and unfailing patience.

PENELOPE COLE.

LACROSSE TEAMS — 1st XII CHRISTMAS TERM, 1952 SPRING TERM, 1953

G. A. Ward C. M. Benario • P. M. Benario P. A. Ward C.P. S. Lindup * (Capt. C.P. S. Lindup* (Capt.) 3 M. C. Lafone 3 M. C. Lafone R.D. J. Miller R.D. J. Miller L.D. A. Petley* L.D. P. Moors C. S. Moores * C. F. Beaton * R.A. S. Dickens R.A. S. Dickens * L.A. P. Jory * L.A. A. Stancombe (R.) 3 H. P. Cole 3 H. P. Cole 2 H. J. Lane * 2 H. P. Jory * 1 H. A. Hudson 1 H. A. Gow R. A. Gow R. P. Baker

Also Played : P. Moors. Also Played : A. Hudson. J. Turnbull

* = Colours.

NETBALL TEAMS CHRISTMAS TERM, 1952

1st VII.

No Matches Played.

UNDER 15 VII. C D . C. Bins (Capt.) D. P. Smith CD. J. Lakin C E. Barbour C.A. G. Clark A. J. Wareing G.S. A. Stancombe R. M. Lane

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SPRING TERM, 1953 1st VII. UNDER 15 VII.

CD. P. Jory G.D. C. Birrs (Capt.) D. P. Baker* D. P. Smith G.D. B. Lloyd-Jones CD. J. Lakin C. S. Lindup* (Capt.) C. E. Barbour C.A. J. Miller C.A. G. Clark A. E. Marchbank A. C. Lafone G.S. A. Gow G.S. A. Stancombe R. P. Cole R R. Larkins

TENNIS TEAMS — SLIMMER, 1953 1st VI. UNDER 15 VI.

1st Couple : 1st Couple : S. Lindup (Capt.), A. Gow. J. Miller, B. Martin.

2nd Couple : 2nd Couple : M. Morriss, F. Beaton. J. Wareing, A. Stancombc.

3rd Couple : 3rd Couple : A. Ward, A. Stancombe. M. Stevenson, C. Seyd.

Also Played : Reserves : J. Miller. S. Sparrow, P. Adam.

THE SUMMER TERM TENNIS MATCHES Our first tennis match of the season was between our 1st Team and Holling-

ton Park's 1st Team, and was played at home. None of our couples had played together, before this term, so it was quite an achievement when we won the first match of the season by nine matches to love.

The following week our 1st Team played in the first round of the Abedcre Cup which was played here. We were beaten by " The Old Palace" and " Wadhurst College." This tournament helped us to acquire the tournament temperament, which is so essential for really good play in any game. It is ex­perience in matches and tournaments which encourages us to be " out to win," but, at the same time, inculcates the spirit of sportsmanship.

The following Saturday, Battle Abbey played the " Convent of the Holy Child Jesus " 1st and 2nd VTs away. In this match our 2nd Team played ex­ceptionally well against their 2nd, and managed to beat them. But our 1st Team did not do so well. The following week we were to have played " Lillesdon," but the weather necessitated this match being cancelled.

On Saturday, June 20th, our 1st Team beat Ravenscroft School's 1st Team by six matches to three. This was a very interesting and pleasant match, as the weather was very warm and sunny.

ANGELA WARD.

THE KENT JUNIOR GOLF CHAMPIONSHIP We heartily congratulate Angela Ward on winning the above Championship

in 1952 and again in 1953.

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THE UNDER 15 Vis TENNIS MATCHES The first match we played was against Lillesden School, on Saturday, June

13th, which proved to be a lucky day. On our arrival, the Lillcsden team were rather dubious as to whether we could play or not. as some of their tennis courts were practically submerged in puddles from the storm of the night before, and their en tout cas " courts were also very damp. Added to these misfortunes, it was raining !

After we had seen the school and had had a chat with the team, the rain stopped, but as soon as it was decided that we should go to the courts, it started raining again, but, fortunately, not for long.

Each couple played two matches, then we walked back to tea. Each member of our ravenous team had to remember that she had a long and hard set of tennis to play after tea, so it was essential to control her appetite.

Again we started out for the courts ! The final set took much longer, but, when finished, we found that we had won 6-3.

THE LAWN TENNIS ASSOCIATION'S SUSSEX INTER-SCHOOL CHAMPIONSHIP

On arriving at Ancaster House School on Wednesday, June 17th, the mathematicians of the Under 15 VI calculated that it had taken them forty minutes to reach Ancaster School, which was only nine miles away. Almost immediately after we arrived, we started playing. After three long, hard sets, the first couple won 6-3, 5-6. 6-2 ; the second couple won 6-0, 3-6, 6-4 : and after two long, hard sets, the third couple won 6-3, 6-5. The Ancaster team seemed a little disappointed at the loss of games, but who would not be ?

We now find ourselves in the Finals, for we byed in the first round. Wc look forward to these, which may be played at Brighton.

M. STEVENSON. C. SEYD.

OLD GIRLS' DAY Unlike last year. Old Girls' Day was a glorious summer day this year, and

we were delighted to see so many present—some had brought their children, the youngest visitor being a baby of four months old ! During the afternoon, cars arrived continuously, and it was difficult to concentrate on the tennis when girls, whom we had not seen for years, stepped daintily out of the cars, looking very much more grown-up and attractive than when we had last seen them in gym. tunics with their hair in pigtails.

The annual tennis match was great fun ; it was a little too hot to play very energetically, but both teams put up a good fight, the School Team winning. Unfortunately, last-minute changes had to be made in the Old Girls' Team, and this placed the team at a disadvantage.

After tennis, we enjoyed a very nice tea, and then the girls roamed round the buildings, visiting familiar haunts and indulging in reminiscences of their school life here. The majority of old girls had been at school within the last five or six years and were known to us, so the atmosphere was a very friendly, informal one.

So ended a very pleasant afternoon ! Many of us look forward to visiting the school on the next " Old Girls' Day " as old girls ourselves.

F. BEATON.

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EASTER TERM ACTIVITIES Every term, either the four non-examination Forms or the Houses compete

for the Activities Cup. In the Easter Term, the Forms were required to make up and act a play which could be either historical, mythical, or on a completely original theme. Form IV'A, which won the cup, based its play on a family in recent times, calling it "Marriage for Money"; it was a very suitable subject as the clothes were modern ; and as the Forms were limited in their choice of props., it made it a great deal easier for them.

The difficulty most Forms found was that not everyone could contribute towards writing the play ; the responsibility for this in most cases rested upon one person's shoulders ; though in Form VB—the Form that managed to be second—a committee put forward various suggestions. Their play was fic­tional and called " Heir to the Dukedom." With this Form, as with most others, there always seemed to be something which prevented all the characters getting together at the same time, so plays were produced under grave difficulties.

Form IVB took third place with a very amusing story called, " It Would Happen to Mouse Town," written by their Captain to suit her Form ; she, her­self, was unfortunately in the sanatorium several times during important rehear­sals, and a few days before the performance some of the Form were quite suddenly taken ill with a mild form of influenza. Understudies were put in at the last minute, but luckily most of the original performers were better again by the actual day, and, considering all these misfortunes their performance was most praiseworthy.

Form III wrote a play based on " Snow-white and the Seven Dwarfs." They fitted their parts admirably, while the audience found it most entertaining ; and taking into consideration the ages of the members of the Form, it was extremely well thought-out and exceptionally well produced.

I think all will agree that the production of plays is of great value, for originality of theme, skilfulness, adaptability and resourcefulness, are all required to make the productions a success.

ANGELA WARD.

THE HALLOWEEN PARTY This year's Hallowe'en Party was again arranged by the members of VA. Great thought was given to the type of fancy dress, since it is becoming

increasingly difficult to find original subjects. In the end, the following were chosen and put on the posters : Film Titles, Historical Characters and Characters from Fairy Tales.

The party began at five-thirty with the fancy dress parade in the Abbot's Hall. Among the outstanding entries were the Staff as Henry VIII, his six wives and Cardinal Wolsey. with Madame Bosquain as the King and Miss Gifford as the Cardinal ; the Sixth Form as " Angels One Five "; Sally Gurteen, Evelyn Palmers and Gillian Clark as the " Kon-Tiki Expedition"; Jennifer Watkins, Joanna Shipley and Rosamund Vestey as " Dick Turpin and his Horse." Other prize-winners were : Wendy Hutt, Vanessa Field and Molly Lane, Jackie Lord, Wendy Riches, Valerie Hughes, Judy Blakstad, Bridget Lock, Elizabeth Riches and Penelope Searlc, and Valerie Browse with Penny Harris, Ann Stancombe and Muff Stevenson.

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After the judging, the guests took pan in competitive dancing in the library, which was interrupted for the short play, " Bathroom Door." Other members of VA were busy in the Abbot's Hall preparing and serving the food, which was thoroughly enjoyed by everyone. After this, the prizes were presented by Miss Sheehan-Dare. So at 8 p.m. a very happy evening ended with the traditional song : " Auld Lang Syne.

C. BIRTS. M. BENARIO.

THE GIRLS OF FORMS VA AND VI DANCE WITH THE BOYS OF FASTBOURNE COLLEGE

The prospect of a dance with Eastbourne College was viewed pleasurably by VA and the 6th Form. For the girls in Form VA, who were the hostesses, this was their first dance, but most of the 6th Form had enjoyed a dance at the College in July, 1952.

At length, the great day—March 14th—arrived, and everyone devoted them­selves to last-minute preparations, such as decorating the library, where the actual dance was to be held, and putting the finishing touches to the sumptuous feast spread out on trestle tables in the Abbot's Hall.

The rest of the school was packed off to the cinema for the evening, but, to ensure our absolute privacy on their return, the Abbot's Hall and library were partitioned off by a trellis-work screen.

At 6.30 p.m., we were all assembled in the Library awaiting the arrival of our guests. By the time they did arrive—half-an-hour late, owing to a mis­understanding on their part—excitement had mounted to fever pitch. Howe.er. we soon entered into the party spirit and the dance began with the inCiitable " Paul Jones." Then a strenuous programme of popular dances followed, the music for which was provided by a very able quartet, consisting of a piano and various brass instruments. It was not until the supper break that there was an opportunity for relaxation.

Many amusing incidents occurred during the evening owing to the high spirits of all concerned ; such as the time when Miss Shechan-Dare, much to her surprise, found a bowl of trifle in the front porch ! Certain of the boys, a little disappointed at not being allowed to see round the school, were seen climb­ing the pillars in the Abbot's Hall in an attempt to reach the Chapel above !

March 14th also happened to be Frances Beaton's birthday, so during the course of the evening, she was dragged from an alcove with her partner, whilst we sang " Happy Birthday " to her.

A very enjoyable evening was spent by everyone, and it was with many regrets that the boys were finally hustled into their coaches to make their return to Eastbourne, and we were left to clear away before retiring to bed. We arc indeed grateful to Miss Sheehan-Dare for giving us such a happy evening.

CHRISTINE CHEVELEY.

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A HOLIDAY IN NORWAY After a very pleasant sea voyage from England, we disembarked early on

Thursday morning at Goteborg. We spent our time until our train left at 3 p.m. for Oslo, buying slabs of chocolate in order to secure suitable change to obtain stamps from the station stamp machine. We had previously been round the town buying postcards, but could not find a post office, for no one seemed to understand English !

We decided to partake of a really Swedish lunch at the station restaurant, and so bravely chose the most foreign-sounding dish on the menu. Imagine our surprise, therefore, when we saw a plate of very English-looking bacon and eggs pbced before us. That was our first and last Swedish meal !

When wc arrived in Oslo it was already dark, and the fjord looked very impressive, its black waters reflecting the bright lights of the island and the coastal houses. Naturally, it was too late that night to see anything of the town itself, and our holiday in the mountains began a few days later. The preparation for this took up most of the time we had, so all our sight-seeing of Oslo had to be left until our return.

On our arrival in Norway, the weather was almost perfect, but as fate would have it, the night before we set out for Ustaoset, it began to snow. In the morn­ing this had turned to rain, and the chances of reaching our destination seemed few, as Norwegian roads, at the best of times, are far from good. Nevertheless, we decided to take the risk, and began loading the car. By the time we had finished, we looked like any other Norwegian family starting off for the moun­tains, dressed in ski clothes, the back seats of the car piled with luggage, and the skis firmly fixed on the roof (at least, we hoped so !). The scenery during the first part of the journey was rather spoilt by bad weather, but as we neared Ustaoset the sun broke through and we saw the countryside at its best. The mountains, with their leafless trees and without their usual covering of snow (we were still not at a high enough altitude to have encountered any) looked rather stark and forbidding, but colour was provided by the bright blue of the sky reflected in the many lakes, and the red wooden houses of the various peasant villages. Whenever we passed one of the latter, the occupants, in their gay national costume, proved very friendly and invariably waved at our passing car.

Our arrival at the hotel was somewhat unfortunate. In spite of the fact that the road had been covered with snow for the last ten miles, and previous to that had been a mere cart track, all had gone well ; but just as we turned into the hotel drive, the car stopped obstinately, stuck in a snow-drift, and no amount of pushing by its occupants could move it. After a time, however, several nearby skiers saw our difficulty, and with their help we managed to dislodge it !

Most of our 14 days' holiday was spent ski-ing and sun-bathing. Although the snow still lay thick and white on the ground, the sky was always blue and cloudless, and the heat was that of a summer day in England.

As we were out in the air all day, our appetites were enormous and we appreciated the good, but rather unfamiliar, food that the hotel provided. Break­fast was more like a free-fight than a meal, as all the food was set out on one table and the " help yourself " system prevailed, but in a more chaotic manner than in England. The Norwegians believe in a substantial meal with which to begin the day, and were very scornful of our choice for breakfast. They heaped their plates with food ranging from raw fish to prunes, and invariably returned for a second, and even a third, helping.

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The general atmosphere in the hotel was very pleasant, and everything was done in a more carefree manner than in England, but by the end of our stay, we had become quite used to this, and even found it strange to return to civilisation !

We spent our time in Oslo looking round the town itself and taking walks through the surrounding country which, incidentally, differs greatly from that found in the mountains. The fact that we had to do our own shopping gave us some very amusing experiences and, also, disclosed to us the domestic side of Norwegian life.

Among the interesting sights that Oslo has to offer, arc the modern Town Hall, of which the people are justly proud ; the original Kon-Tiki raft ; and some of the famous Viking ships. The town itself, compared with our own capital is very small, but this is not surprising when one remembers that the whole population of Norway amounts only to three millions.

No-one ever visits Norway without noticing the children there. The Nor­wegians treat their children as they do all their responsibilities, with cheerful unconcern : the result is that they receive no discipline whatsoever and are left to run completely wild. As soon as the snow appears, every child that can walk has a pair of skis strapped onto his or her feet and is turned out of doors to learn independence. They spend the whole day in the open air regardless of the weather, returning home only when they feel hungry. Hardly any child is in bed before 9 o'clock at night. Their clothing gave us a great deal of amusement in its originality. They all wear woollen caps with enormous bedraggled pom­poms of every colour on top, and gaily-hued jerseys. Even the boys wear several pairs of thick woollen stockings underneath mackintosh trousers or ski pants. Those that cannot walk spend their day in a pram with all but their heads smothered in a slightly '' mangy" sheepskin. In complete contrast to their winter clothing, they wear practically none in the summer !

It was with very pleasant memories that we bearded the ship for England. and it will be a long time before we forget our holiday in Norway—not only because of the enjoyable time we had and the magnificent scenery- we saw, but also on account of the friendly people who made us feel so much at home.

ELIZABETH MARCHBANK. SALLY DICKENS.

A RIVER TRIP It was a great day for our family, for we were awaiting the arrival of a

new yacht my father had just purchased, and our plan was to set off down the River Rhine that afternoon. Suddenly, the yacht, the " Jamie Scott," hove into sight. There was a gasp. The yacht, which was to be our home for the next few weeks, was truly beautiful ! A few days later we were familiar with its interesting features and became absorbed in the scenery through which we were passing.

As the Jamie Scott glided smoothly through the water, we were struck by the pcacefulness of the scene around us. It was a beautiful sunny day ; cows were grazing peacefully in the meadows, and down the centre, gliding in the sunlit waters, a small yacht approached. On it a family dozed in the sunshine. As the sun set the scenery changed. Now we were in the midst of mountains with snow-capped peaks, and the whole landscape was bathed in a shimmering red

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light. Then, quite suddenly, all was dark ; the sky was no longer a fiery red, but a dull grey. Then, the moon arose to watch over the world until dawn broke. The yacht had, in the meantime, come to a standstill, and we settled down to sleep.

The sun was high in the sky when we awoke next morning, and the activities of the day had begun. We could hear the merry jingle of the cows' bells as they walked to their pastures. Breakfast was being cooked aboard the " Jamie Scon," and the yacht was again under way, passing one picturesque spot after another, for the Rhine Valley is one of the most beautiful in the world. Around mid­day we found ourselves in a narrow gorge with steep-sided banks, and perched on top was a castle, which looked as if it had been cut out of cardboard. The gorge was beautiful and the water crystal clear. Soon we would leave this and travel on—perhaps to land flat, perhaps to mountain regions. No one knew, no one wanted to do so. This was a trip of mystery into the unknown, and nobody wanted it to be anything else.

A few weeks later the " Jamie Scon " was travelling through Holland. Here was a different scene. There were windmills, fields and fields of tulips, and fishermen everywhere. The river, too, was different, though it was still the Rhine, a main river of Europe's commerce. Along its banks large steamers were drawn up, loading and unloading their cargoes. The water was no longer dear ; it was oily and dirty, and the former peacefulness of the river had gone.

Soon, the yacht would make the journey across the English Channel, up the Thames and home, and we would have lifelong memories of a most enjoyable rivet trip.

ANGELA LANG.

A COUNTRY PLATFORM IN IRELAND We were seated on a wooden bench let into a bank—where there should have

been flowers blooming—a bank which sloped down to the rain-swept platform at our feet. It had been light for an hour or more, but it might have been mid­winter, it was so cold, and I thought enviously of the warm July weather they were, in all probability, enjoying the other side of the Irish Sea ; there is no

more depressing place than a deserted railway station on a cold, wet morning. Deserted, indeed, it was, for the men of the village loved their beds, and we had had the greatest difficulty in rousing our host at the little inn which served as the only lodging-place for many miles around.

An urgent telegram received by my father the previous evening had informed us that my sister was seriously ill. This necessitated an early departure from the remote village, where we had been enjoying a fortnight's fishing and four good meals a day.

The seat had become unbearable by half-past six, and we were not sorry to walk up and down the puddle-dotted platform. The only shelter was in an unattractive waiting-room, and we did not relish sharing its only bench with the crate of pullets deposited on it. A door banged in a nearby cottage, and a figure emerged carrying two cups of tea. It was the station-master, who. with true Irish friendliness and hospitality, thus endeavoured to cheer our lonely vigil on the platform.

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Suddenly, we were startled by a shout from the luggage room, and a pig darted precipitately through the half-opened door, pursued by its owner and a porter. The animal, elated by its escape, galloped—if galloping can be attributed to so portly an animal—down the platform towards me. I shouted as it swerved to avoid my grasp, and it pursued its errant way. A pile of milk cans stood on the platform ; the pig's flying trotters caught one of these and the can resting on top of it swayed, toppled over, the milk pouring over the platform and the can clattering on to the rails below ! The pig did not care. It darted into the station-master's office, where it was secured and and returned to its owner.

Passengers now began to arrive on the platform, and I noticed that most of them moved slowly as if time were of no consequence. If they missed the train to-day there would always be a to-morrow. The atmosphere of gloom was accentuated by the dull drizzle, and broken only by the gay clothing of the women. A whistle was heard in the distance, and soon the train drew into the platform and jerked to a standstill. Heads popped out of the windows, and doors banged ; luggage was piled in : chickens and cans and the pig were huddled into the open truck, and some of the passengers boarded the train. I, realising there would be a wait, walked up to the steaming hulk of the engine. It was shining after the morning's rain, and I read the name " Bessie " on the boiler.

I returned to join my father in the carriage, and soon we rattled and jerked out of the station. The racing clouds gave us a glimpse of a watery sun peeping through, and feebly lighting up the grey hills in the distance. The bog looked very sinister in that reflected light, and we caught a glimpse of the river between high banks. It looked turbulent after the night's rain, so my father was con­soled by the thought that fishing would have been out of the question. I soon dozed, longing to be at home with my sister, while the throbbing of the wheels seemed to say, " Faster, Bessie, faster ! "

PRUDENCE BAKER.

TREES Long before the trivial tale of mankind's evolution began, the earth was

covered with forests. Weird, steaming jungles of ferns and tropical trees wit­nessed things which no man can do more than imagine. The whole world was clothed in a dense green mantle of mystery, and through countless ages it remained thus, until the earth drew the trees she had nourished and sustained for so long, back into her secret depths. A few thousand years later, man discovered the blackened remains of these trees and they were dragged pitilessly from their sleep and used as fuel to suit the ever-increasing needs of the modern world.

The pre-historic fern-forests were the ancestors of the trees which gave shelter and warmth to the primitive ape-men in their struggle for survival. In the history of mankind's development, trees have played an important part, for they have been put to many uses. From the most primitive dug-out to the great men-of-war and the clippers of the last century, vessels were made from the stout trunks and limbs of trees. Today, homes, furniture and invaluable instruments of various kinds are constructed with wood.

But, although trees have provided men with their practical material needs, they have also inspired the minds of men with their poetry, their beauty. Artists, like the school of impressionist painters of the nineteenth century, fascinated by the ever-changing play of light on their leaves and branches, have tried to cap­ture their illusive quality in their work. Poets have marvelled at their serenity,

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their sympathy with every mood of Nature, and the ever-recurring miracle of their bursting buds and greenery in Spring. They have realised that, like them­selves, trees are finely-tuned instruments, which react sensitively to conditions around them, and yet possess a cool indifference, a soothing aloofness, to the petty problems of men. A poet, humbled by the perfection of trees, once wrote :

" I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree . . . "

He said simply and eloquently, what generations of artists have realised : that no creation of man, no matter how exquisite its craftsmanship may be, can ever attain the perfection of God's works. Although poets have been, and always will be, constantly aware of this, the majority of mankind continue to take Nature's beauty for granted. They hurry past a thousand tiny miracles, with unseeing or indifferent eyes. But trees, equally indifferent to the mass of scurry­ing shapes, continue the endless circle of their development. In winter they stand coldly aloof, dark skeletons, robbed—temporarily—of their glory. Then gradu­ally, the age-old transformation begins ; a barely visible haze of greenery appears on the black twigs, and almost imperceptibly begins to thicken until the skeleton becomes pastel-tinted, fresh and graceful. A few months later, the trees become rustly with heavy green foliage and alive with the songs of winds and birds. The sunbeams dance through the greenery, but cannot penetrate the deep coolness below. Yet they transform some of their brightness to the leaves, and the trees become fiercely burning flames, their foliage a glory of tawny gold, scarlet and russet, until the blustering wind whirls away their last remnants of colour, and they are left stark, alone and seemingly dead, to face the sombre winter.

BIRGIT WARNING.

THE MALLARD'S EGGS One fine day, I went for a walk in the country and met Mr. Osmand, an

old farmer. He told me the story of the mallard's eggs. One day he had been walking in the fields, and as he was wandering by the

little stream, a mallard—or wild duck-—flew out of a tree. So he fetched a ladder, and climbed the tree, and there, in the nest, were ten eggs. He took three of them away, and gave them to his wife, who put them under a broody hen, and now they are the tamest ducks she has ever had.

JOSEPHINE KIRK.

"QUOTABLE QUOTES" OR

"SCHOOL SEEN THROUGH POETS' EYES" Coming back to School i

" Troubled, 'wildered and forlorn, Dark, benighted, travel-worn . . . "

" A dream "—Blake. Rising Bell :

" And stab my spirit broad awake." " Valima Prayers "—Stevenson.

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Getting Up : " A deep distress has humanised my s o u l . . . "

" Elegiac Stanzas "—Wordsworth. Sundays in Tussore Frocks :

" Dear mother, dear mother, The church is cold . . . "

" The Little Vagabond "—Blake. Fines List i

" I gazed and gazed, but little thought What wealth to me the show had brought."

" Daffodils "—Wordsworth. Reading the Lesson :

" What a haste looks through her eyes ! So should she look who seems to speak things strange."

—Shakespeare. M-S8 M-ff-t :

" A dancing Shape, an Image gay . . . " " A Phantom of Delight"—Wordsworth.

Latin Prep : " Blank misgivings of a Creature,

Moving about in worlds not realised." " Intimations of Immortality "—Wordsworth.

Answer Book I " . . . scourge, deride me, I am dumb ;

I keep my secret still." " The Donkey "—Chesterton.

Taking Prep : " It is in truth an utter solitude."

" Michael "—Wordsworth. Form Tidiness :

" I could be busy all the day Clearing and sweeping hearth and floor . . . "

" An Old Woman of the Road "—Colum. Choir Practice :

" There was a roaring in the wind All n i g h t . . . "

" Resolution and Independence "—Wordsworth. Fire Practice :

" And, slowly gaping, find me stripped in sleep." " The Hound of Heaven "—Thompson.

Head of House : " Employment hazardous and wearisome."

" Resolution and Independence "—Wordsworth. Sixpenny Lawn :

" The grass was never trodden on . . . " " Home Thoughts in Laventie "—Tennant.

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Hallowe'en Party : " What are these . . . so wild in their attire, who look not like the inhabitants

of the earth, and yet are on't." " Macbeth "—Shakespeare.

Dance (Forms VA and VI) : " Look how our partner's rapt! "

" Macbeth "—Shakespeare. Night before School Certificate Exam. :

" To tint her pallid cheek . . . who Cons sweet poesy by moonlight."

" Endymion "—Keats. Biology—Practical :

" Out, vile jelly ! " " King Lear "—Shakespeare.

Newly-Appointed Star : " And signs of nobleness, like stars,

Shall shine on all deservers." Henry IV, Part I—Shakespeare.

Form VI.

T H E W I N D The wind is whistling down the street, Nor is it bringing any heat ; It tears the flowers from their stems, And blows along the River Thames.

The windows are all tightly shut ; The watchman hurries to his hut. Little children at their play All shout and try to run away.

It whirls the hats from ladies' heads, And babies scream in cosy beds. It snatches pictures from the walls, And bangs the doors in countless halls.

DIANA BIRCH, Age 10 years.

F A L S E ALARM It was half-past eight in the morning, And all round the village went a warning : " Hark ! Hark ! " cried all the village peoples, '; The place is crowded with huge great beetles." Out they all came to trap the beetles ; They hunted everywhere, did the village peoples ; Then cried out loud, " A false alarm, There are no beetles doing harm ! "

GAY CAMPBELL, Age 10 years.

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OUR MATRONS The matrons creep in slippered feet

To hear the slightest noise ; The girls wait for the floorboards' creak,

To give the warning cries.

But when the matrons know which creaks, They miss them out with glee,

When setting out for catching us At things that should not be.

When midnight feasts are due to come, The matrons search around ;

They even lift the floorboards up, To see what can be found.

But after all is said and done, They're really rather dear ;

They mend our clothes, and bandage up. And calm the new girls' fears.

CAROLE GURNEY, Age 12 years.

SUNRISE High above the purple mountain

Colours fill the silver sky, Like a many-coloured fountain

Leaping upward, ever high.

In the valley cows are lowing, Bells are ringing far away ;

A tiny, morning wind is blowing, Fir 'tis the dawning of the day.

Even weeds choked in the ditches Seem to love the new-born day ;

All the crows as black as witches Caw their morning roundelay.

Buttercups in yellow glory On the hillside's dewy slope ;

Daisies' petals, white and hoary, Glisten while the rabbits lope.

ANNA MACKENZIE, Form IVa. Age 15 years. (Written at the age of 11).

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THE CUP AND THE SAUCER Said the cup to the saucer, decided in tone,

" Let's go for a walk down the street." The saucer replied in a quiet sort of drone,

" Yes, you never know whom we might meet."

They met their best friend, the silver spoon, And then they bumped into the plate ;

They went round the town all the afternoon, And arrived home for tea very late.

JANE ORME, Form IVb.

LOST PROPERTY What have I lost ? A pen ? A book ? Where do I search ? Where do I look ? First visit the chest, Unfathomable mess ! The fines cupboard's clear, Where else can I guess ? The sitting-room's empty, Where else can I look ? Oh dear I O dear ! Where is my book ? Back to my desk In sorrow I go, What do I find Concealed below ? Immeasurable junk ! There is my pen ! And now in my locker, Look ! My book !

ANN KOEKKOEK.

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