1913 School Magazine

'GIRLS GRAMMAR SCHOOL MAGAZINE.! ~

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Dec., 1913.

her dressing-gown around her, and ran to the fire-hose at the end of the dor- mitory. She turn ed the tap and applied' the hose as they had been taught the previous day, and taking the hose she turned it on the beds around her, shout- ing "Get ' up , the house is on fire."; The streaming cold water ' whi ch was: intended to put out the flames which she thought she saw, fell on the beds, of the sleeping forms. There were· shrieks as the girls awoke, to find them- selves wet through. They sprang out ofhed, and to their surprise beheld a white fi gure standing in the rrtiddle of the dormitory hosing the beds , with the . tap turned on with fun force. "What on ear th are you d:oing ?"asked' one girl. "Don'L you see the school is on firo ?' !' she said ; "come quickly and help me put it out. '! . The girls looked at one another aghast, and then one said, "Why, she must be walking in her sleep. Whatever shall we do?" . For they were standing there· drenched to the skin, with that stream' of water still plying the room. At last one said, dodging the water- :that was turned to her, "Tell her to- go to bed and see if she will go. L think hers is dry enough, and I 'wlas told' tha t you must 'never wake anyone who· is walking in 'his sleep, as it mi~hit prove fatal." So one girl went up to her and told her to turn off the hose as the fire was

The School Girl.

As the poet sees her- A youthful dreamer, with ~er sweet young ~ace And modest eyes aglow with love of learnmg; See in her movements all a young fawn's grace ' As childhood into girlhood is fast turning. A drooping hat, upon her head set lightly Half hides the rippling glory of her hair; A step demure, a voice so sweet and pure. A youthful charmer, ever dear and fair. As she really is- A jolly girl, with. eyes .th ~t mee~ one' s s quar~ly . A heart whose frlendshlp IS a thmg wo,rth w~!le ; A girl who strives to play the game so fairl y. And when the odds are heavy- just to smile! Her hair wind-tossed, though ,~umetilll.es neat and tidy; A young voice, v;brant, ever laughter -laden . A real good sor t, always . a lhoro~gh sport-:- How differen t from the Ideal, thiS real malden! DORIS W ARAKER. .. The Fire in the Night:' It was at a 'boarding scho01 , and they had had fire drill in school this day. As it was very hot summer arid fires had been ragin6 in different places , great precautions had been taken against fire breaking out in the large school, which was two-storied. Fire hoses and taps were put in every dormitory and cor - ridor, and the girls had practised escap- ing quickly and quietly from the build- ing. A lo t of instructions as to what they should do if a fir e were to tab place, were read to them, and then they had practised taking the fire hose down and quickly adjusting it for use. After school, when the girls were in the dormitory discussing t he day 's events, one girl, Beryl Maclean, turned' the conversat.ion to fires. She 'had taken great interest in the. day's , work, anld now she gaVie a reCItal of the many brave things she would do if a fir e broke out. "I think you have fire on the brain," Joyce Wilson remarked to her; "take care you don't dream about it to-night and s tart walking in your sleep, as you did before." That night, after the girls had all gone to sleep and silence reigned in the dormitory, Beryl heard ,a cry of "fir e." She had be,en asleep for hours, but the cr;y awoke her, arid she jumped up , wrapped