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il"" JlLogorin. "f ilr. ,$ri'lor. Qirl" Qro*rno, S'lrool DIDTTORTAI, Education is the growth of the whole mtn. No one man is ever the same from one moment to the next. He is constantly changin his one self emerging indistinguishably into another as he moves from sphere to sphet Yet the whole man is a fusion of all the many and varied selves, all the spheres. Educatic is, then, a lift process. It is not, perhaps, until one reaches secondary school that one first gains son awareness as to what education is. Ilhat has once seemed a rather grand nnme for scho work grows. in dimension till one discovers that education is the seeking and finding , oneself, one's relationship to society. It is the search fot the future as well as the presen for basic princtples on which to build. One learns that education is the individw, responsibility. But knowledge of this part alone is not enough. Duing the fiue years of secondary school life we must make that initial and conscio; commitment to ourseh)es, to our education. I do not mean that we must devote evei waking hair to books, and lessons, although this is a vital part. What I mean is that 'v must leam to stand outside oursetves, so see ourselves, the people with whom we mu Eve, the sittmtions in which we find ourselves from an obiective point of view. lile mu learn to reason emotions, but not to see in terms of hard, cold facts. lle must learn take ourselves seriously, to examine our thoughts and emotions, but not to be so seio' as to see our lives on the scale of the great Shakespeaian tragedies. l|e must leam , grasp at opportunities offered us, to make our own opportunities where they are n, offered. l|^e must leam to apply ourselves, to accept the fact thtt there are tasks as well pleaswes dnd deny ourselves neither. lile must find the delicate balance between too litl and too much. This five years is a vital period, the link bet'vveen one world and another, for the chi catmot always remain a child. He must grow. He must undergo the violent metamorphot which will give him the wings to fly, a direction to follow. This five years is, then, t) time of testing of those wings finding that path. Iile are not the puppets of genetical inheritance, of environmental influences. lle a not lumps of moudable clay to be kneaded, pummelled into shape by the whim , desbe of other people, happenings or events. {Ue are unique creatures, the total selfbeir much more than the turn of the parts. Altemately, we must leam that we are the fiwste of our own fate, that we have the right to decide that fate. lle have the ight to he decisians that affect our lives, to hear the reasons behind those decisions, to quesfir their validity, We hove the right to have our questions heard, our opinions considere valued at their worth. Education begins with the conception of conscience, so that on by thinking, by questioning, by caring can we grow. We must leam to commit ourselve to people, to ideas, for W without commitment is not lift at all, but merely formle meaningless existence of a stunted and sterile ego. These are our five years, our lives. lle must commit ourselves to them. B.I

',frlory n4{.";t u'Mo'*iilo* "frlu'*o'io['p*ttu LYRIC IN TTIIRD A}ID FOURTI{ FORMS 197I REFLECTIONS

To hear the soft, sweet sigh of the wind.in the pines' And then to see the playful breeze tossing the teaves' 'w-iit" iiitira"nt steZl iilons comb the earth Aiiiiiii tiiry saplings, respected old gums and the solitarv "",fr'tit"'itfriTit iiir piti"a'through the soit to take d fleeting glimPse of Earth, 'iiitiiiuiiitrouLled mind as I think of the origirwt beautv of my native land. I hear the harmonious hum of a swarm of bees' . ., And the melodious call of the silver eyes sitttng m tne nut tree, 'wii"nkU "ot be, tomorrow, as man makes way for The Future'

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Did you ever see a dead shark? Fly-infested, sandpaper-sided, jagged-jawed, stark.

Chistine Dalwes,5A

A morning mist cold and damp. Ensulfing threads from a witch's slroud.

Jane lrving,5A

A weeping willow bent and old. Sinner grieving for his longJost soul.

Jane Ining, 5A

Small child lost in wildemess of one-track crowd. A flower beneath a steqmroller. Sue Taylor,5A

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The broken river stretched for miles in a string of pot-holes like a dotted line; each separate, independent, detached ; each stagnant, doomed to dry up to nothir Together they could have supported a fore Alone they could not support the leafless, lifeless trees that clutched at the banks. The wind blew dark clouds in from the eat yet in their darkness was light. Facing the in a united band they sent rain - hfe gring There was a wonderful rush of life os the chain of water holes were joined int stream. The stream was flowing! It was vital and a, The water holes united, the largest no grea the smallest sought one great purpose, one common ait The river flowed into a hrger river and int' sea. So far had the tiny puddles come, togethe,

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Cat Cheeky, mischievous, ready to iump very proud and brave grasshopper.

Bronwyn Meredith, VIA

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$,u.,fly Delicate soft wings of black soot, Spotted with irridescent blue, Tiny feelers quiveing in the breeze, Wings forever spanning the widest area they can, Then landing on a beautiful green bush.

Jane Hawkins, IIE

Q/iJ., 'po,,,,- A large furry kite goes whizzing through the air then lands with the skill of a veteran pilot on the branch of a tree. Then up the tree and off once more the glider possum goes swinging from tree to tree.

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I float Encased in a bubble. The smooth walls suround me- Purple, Blue, Yellow, Green,

Swirling, curling. The walls break And I fall into reality.

Helen Peel, IIID

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SpiJn, Spider ugly, crude, black and threatening; Its long protruding legs, dark and hairy Attsched to its thick, bulbous body-revoltingly fat. S it ting quie tly -w aiting For the unknowing fly to become entangled in its sticky trap Spider sits and stares, watch@ still ond sinister; Until the tiny insect exhausts its strength- And the spi.der seizes unother victim. SusanAitken, IIlC Vl" SoiJ", Tiny spider, small and delicate, slowly spins its shiny web. Round and round-each thread forms part of the intricate pattern of this little net. The beautiful web is finished-and the sun shines through Ihe sparkling dewdrops, sprinkled over the web like scattered stars; And in the centre sits the tiny spider- Happy in her new home. Susan Aitken, 1ILC

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Illustrations by Beth Woods, VIB

I am tired; Tired of soaring upwards through the clean cool air, Twisting, turning, ecstatic in my movement, Spiralling higher Joyful in the ltght. Div ing recklessly, gliding serenely, Plummetting to the ground. I am tired of dragging my loathed self Through the grey, clinging dust, Tired of staggering, Maiming sense and soul Thrashing, Flailing, Desperate to fly and fall once more. B. Rowbotham,68

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"Hey Diddle Diddle, the Cat and the Fiddle, The Cow jumped over the Moon." Why? What adventures did she have as a result? Many long years ago, late one evening, a poor farmer was driving his cow, Bertha, to be sold at the markets, when she saw some queer-looking beans lying on the pathway. Being so teribly hungry, she ate them immediately. But little to her knowledge, she had eaten powerful jumping beans. Just further along the road, they saw a gypsy cat canyinga fiddle. When they were close to him, he bagan to play a strange tune. The cow, so intrigued by the lovely music, could not stop herself from dancing. She then started to jump into the air. Once, she jumped so higfr, that she did not land on earth, but went sailing through space. She just could not stop. Queer space vehicles with little green men inside, stared at her as they soundlessly drove past. Giant meteors sped by. Some of them, just missing her. Suddenly, a huge green moon approached her. As she floated over it, she could see deep, dangerous craters with colourful minute moonmen sheltering inside them. Ahead of her, she could see a thick mass of beautiful, white shining stars. Once she became trapped in the maze, it was found very hard to escape. A drenching shower of water nearly drowned her and a blood curdling laugh ripped at her nerves. Aquarius the water carrier was having his devilish fun for the day- More cheeky laughter frightened her as the two mischievous Gemini twins sailed up behind her and teased her. From no where, that great goat, Capricorn, charged her and from the opposite direction there came the huge bull, Taurus. Poor Bertha! She didn't know what to do. Suddeniy everything blacked out. When she came to her senses again, she found herself on earth, with her master and the cat seriously staring at her.

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Slowly, atnningly, On the roof, Iilith a watchful eye.

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And all is quiet, Because now it has a med, A meal for a hungry cat.

Sally Evans-Thomas, I 1 B

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They march on, They march on Across the desert bleak and white. The sands devouring; the sands so white; Ihe waterhole encrusted in the salt so white- So white.

He marches on, He marches on For his friends are dead.

The trees so sparse; the trees so dead; And the ground around is so dead - So deqd. Their spirits march on, Their spirits march on But their bones are bleached and white.

The sands have devoured them; the sonds so white; The waterhole ltas misled them with its salt so white - So white.

They are dead. Their bones are white.

Mary Lou Cantamessd, I IC

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'U/l'o 'lror{J C"{u u-Nu['o* o[ru^y' weor', a grey '*ff? Colin Nelson had two children and a plain middle-aged wife. He did not marry for anthing as romantic or unreliable as love. He married Mary because, as her mother had said "She sews, cooks and loves to potter around the house". Even the two children were there for a reason. Someone had to inherit the family name and look after him in his retirement. But surely that practical, timid little man could not have embezzled $100,000. Could his imaginative desires have been that strong! What happened to Colin Nelson? He is dead. He died of a heart attack resulting from nervous strain in a las Vegas bound plane. He died with a very very sliglrt moustache. Ashleigh Merritt, 54

Monday to Friday, he wore his grey suit (that didn't show the dirt so much) and black tie to the bank, where he worked and had worked since his father had inttoduced him twenty-three years ago. In that time he had received two rises in pay and one promotion to clerk. He was last to leave at night and caught the five minutes past six commuter train home, where his dinner would be waiting. The usual trivia between husband and wife was exchanged, the newspaper read and then Colin retired at ten o'clock to his bedroom, in order that he could get the necessary sleep for the next day at the bank. Colin Nelson was bogged, stuck, trapped and securely shackled. He would be the most practical, withdrawn, mousey man that I have ever seen. As he lay awake at niglrt with his wife curled in sleep like a cocooned caterpillar remote from its surroundings, visions, dreams, thoughts and ideas came willingly to his mind. A moustached and suave gentlemen with greying temples walks into the Casino of the Las Vegas "Sands". Wandering indifferently between the tables, he tosses $1,000 chips carelessly on a number. He waits for the almost sure returns. (He is noted for his uncanny,., luck in gambling) and moves on. Or, if thinp are too dull, Jre is to be looated at his plantation. The idearof the "Big White Master" appeals to him. Power has a certain magnificent awe-inspiring quality that is lodged deep in his eyes. His thrills come from risks taken and fantastic enacted. His idiosyncrasies and eccentric (by the average man's standard) habits are accepted because of his wealth. On the day preceding his twenty-fifth anniversary with the bank, Mr. Nelson rose as he always did, donning his usual grey suit, now with reinforced elbows. Whilst shaving, he missed the hairs on his upper lip and looked in the shaving mirror and examined his grey eyes. He kissed his wife goodbye at the door and walked, almost danced to the bank. This could have been due to the watch that he was wearing, which had been given to him the last night by the bank for loyal sewice. He locked up as usual that night but he missed the five past six. His dinner was put back in the oven. In the morning the employees thought it odd that the clerk had not arrived. It took the manager a few days to discover the $100,000 that had been cleverly and meticulously removed from the books.

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St,,gglu fo, o lif"u^"

Ten hundred times I have wept for the moon With tears, tasteless as bitter ice; And I have seen the loneliness there, Shelved in crater-groov es ; Violent and vulgar. Ten thousand times I have conquered the earth; A leaf born of tree but weaker still- Like perished autumn leaves that rustle in frenzy and fear Of the winds and the storms That beat the gravel With whips of stinging drop sprays. Yet, ten million times have I seen death; And in the dark, desolate despair, shining dimly A moon; gilded halo; emblem, From which the dead of body and of mind Are branded. The finger-distant stars! Long faded by the Sun of Man.

Beth I'l/oods, VIB

Life is beautiful It possesses something that none can take away. The wind, it blows, holds fast Disappears. The water, it feeds, controls and then.... Disappears. The love, touches, takes away. But stays. Lifu does not exist only on Love, but it is a necessary part, Take it, cherish it, but do not abuse it. It gives and takes, fills you or leaves you empty. Live with it .... Forever,,

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I was going to write a poem for the school magazine. It was going to be the greatest poem you had ever seen, But when I found my paper and took my pen and ink, Whatever could I write about? Oh dear, I could not think; So I sat there thinking, I tried a dozen times, But when I found the subject, I could not find the rhymes. Just as a verse quite maruellous was forming in my head, My mother came and told me, "It's time to go to bed." "Oh Mother, no, oh no!" I cried. "I must ftnish this tonight. Oh Father, please help me to get m, poem right." And so my Father helped me, and this poem that you see, Was written half by my father, and only holf by ma Gwyneth Abrahams,4A

A shimmeing jewelled fairy Hovering amongst the green fingers of weed, Her round mouth and delicate gills Pulsating to a steady rhythm, The pattern breaks only to the flutter of her golden veil, And her whole body sparkles like embossed gold. Wth only her beauty to console her, She rules the realm of her small bubble world.

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I saw an object iumping in the garden. I knew it was a frog, but that didn't stop me from running down to catch him, to keep htm in a bottle, beside my bed, because I like frogs. He was a little green one, not so very tall, not so very small, but just right for a little girl of three. I showed my mother my little green frog and we named him Alfred, Alfte for short. And to this very day I have kept Alfee, Because I like him.

Rebecca Beverage, I IB

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JIoJ.r, o4* is ,ot fo, a4ftists oloru

In a very recent research test held in Canada it was proved that there is still a fifty year generation gap between an artist producing a work and the general public accepting it, its style and its message, even in our present society of mass media and instant communication. Well how can you and I go about reducing this time lag? Firstly,- we strould concentrate on one artist. Especially on his first works, leading up to his latest. In this way we can see the influences and experiences he has been subjected to and we can then appreciate the changes they have made to his style or technique. If we can next understand what each artist or goup of artists aims to show, the 'theme' of his painting, the total appreciation of h-is works becomes much easier. Following this, we can try some painting and sculpture ourselves, and in doing so Iry to communicate our feelings to other people. We will then come to understand the difficult task that the modern artist, and indeed all artists, have set before them. Patricia Deasy,68

Modern Art, which encompasses painting, all gaphic media, sculpture and architecture, is one of the most misinterpreted and misunderstood forms of art of the present day. If a person were invited to attend a contemporary Art Show and asked later what he thouglrt of several of the works, he would most probably reply that none of what he saw was hrt'; just some paint splashed on a board or several pieces of metal stuck together. True. That is what they are. That's how the artist made them, but not how he intended the viewer to see or interpret them. People today expect to attend a showing and see paintings that 'mean' something to them. They may see a still life of a bowl with some fruit. They are then able to recogrize this for what it is. But today's art does not display a bowl and some fruit, but rather the artist's interpretation of these objects. They may not appear as he saw them but they show his feelings about them, his reactions and responses to them being there. Througlr this action of his putting his feelings on paper, he wants to share his experiences directly with another person. In seeing a recognizable subject and the viewer recognizing the subject, a double action takes place within our heads. We see, then we associate. Many modern artists feel that this is a waste of time. Why not just appeal to our senses directly? If we see a splash of red we will feel anger, danger or some similar emotion. This is why we often find huge canvasses with seemingly useless areas of colour. But if we look at it from a distance and absorb the colours and the feelings, that is, the total impact they give us, then we are on the way to appreciating our own att. One reason though that people say they cannot understand modern art could be that they are just planlazy. Why should they take thetrouble to delve into their emotions when they can look at another work and 'see' what the artist is trying to convey, straiglrt away. In today's fast moving society we claim to have advanced technology and modern science and to counteract or balance this we can find numerous new branches in literature, poetry and drama, as well as art. It is necessary to understand our technologr and science to live. Then why shouldn't we do the same with our arts? The creative aspects of the human mind are just as necessary to a person as knowing how to cook his dinner or drive his car. They both have been formed and formulated by the very people we know and live with. The people around us are very like us. In fact, they almost form part of us. Therefore we should understand other people's reasons for doing certain things-for painting a picture with large areas of colour. Doesn't it show ignorance or our part if we have no idea of what 'we' are doing at the present moment.

Susan Andersen IIIA

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When I was young I had, like most other children, an enormous number of toys ranging from rattles which played "Little Miss Muffet" when shaken, to a four-foot golden-haired, blue-eyed walking doll called Gertrude Amanda Elizabeth Jane Brown. But my favourite toy was my teddy bear- Today he is lying in the back of a cupboard, but from the day I turned two months old until I was nine I loved that bear more than all my other toys put together, even more than Gertrude Amanada Elizabeth Jane Brown. When he first came to me he was reclining peacefully in a plastic box and was the most handsome and immaculate bear you have ever seen. He had long, golden fur, a fat body, four short little legs and a very distinguished head from which stared two black glass eyes. To complete this perfect qpecimen of a bear, he had a blue ribbon around his neck tied in an enormous bow. He was too good to be true! But in my expert hands, Teddy rapidly deteriorat- ed. First came the ribbon. I nearly strangled myself with it, and was only rescued after my face had turned a colour which was the exact shade of the ribbon. Then followed the ear. I was teething and after chewing all the fur off his right ear (it was delicious but gave me shocking indigestion) I eventually bit it off. Then, until I was two, Teddy only suffered from a cracked eye and loss ofstuffing, but as soon as I could walk well, the real torture for my bear began. In six months he suffered from. "The Big Squash" (Teddy was run over by a car), "The Growing Disease" (I planted him in the garden), "The Clean-up" (he experienced the excitement of his first bath) and, "Being Uke Mummy" (Teddy was powdered, perfumed and smothered in lipstick). At the end of these adventures my bear was thoroughly mutilated but he had kept smiling through it all. When I was five the major disaster occurred. I decided that my bear needed a haircut and proceeded to give him one, using the bread-knife. I got as far as making his one remaining ear, his feet and his back completely bare when I cuy myself. Three stitches were duly administered in my thumb and the knife drawer was locked. Teddy, to my amazement, looked rather peculiar. Teddy then suffered the rigours of playing at "Afternoon Teas" and "Mothers and Fathers" with my friends and me. Then I took a geat step forward in my life. I went to school. Teddy was completely forgotten during the week but on the weekend he was loved twice as much as before. Mostly I played "Schools" with him but this practice was soon given up in exasperation because he was extremely unco.operative. After twelve months of being a "grade-oner" I progressed to the far superior class of grade 2. Now I

tried to educate my bear in the art of swimming. He was not particqlarly apt at that either. Sinking was his best stroke. Grade 3 arrived and then grade 4. Teddy was still my best friend. Then during grade 4I discovered that no one had bears any more. The opinion was that teddy bears were for babies only. Afraid that my class mates would think that I was a baby, I gave my bear a last kiss and a hug, dressed him in his warmest clothes and threw him in the rubbish bin. Eventually my mother found him lying between Friday night's scraps and a broken vegemite jar, washed him as much as his dilapidated condition would permit and put him in a high cupboard. He is still there, as far as I know, spending his old age in peace. Annette Tyson, 34

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Saturday 25th-The Queensland Lifesaving Titles were held at St. Margaret's. Leeann Wilson is to be congratulated for her success in the B grade Skills and Surface Dives. Thursday 30th-Easter Long weekend. April: Wednesday 5th-Following a similar meeting last year we again sent a party of high-class intellectuals to do verbal battle with the B.G.S. Athene Club. Saturday 8th-This was a day of major importance to all self-respecting Grammar girls-it was the Head of The River!! Wednesday I 2th-The Interschool Lifesaving com- petition was held. Saturday l5th-In the history of the school this will be a day long remembered. The Hon. W. E. Knox M.L.A. Minister for Transport Attorney-General, Minister for Justice, opened a Garden Party at which the B.G.G.S. Centenary Appeal was officially opened. Friday 2lst-The Seniors joined with our beloved brother school for a riotous and thoroughly enjoyed evening of square-dancing. Friday 28th-The School broke up-for much needed holidays. Mrs. Chowdhury and Mrs. Quinnell took an intrepid party of Seniors camping at Christmas Creek.

C^rru.t €uu-tt This year has been one of great change-reflected in the changing attitudes of many girls in the school. We have seen many changes in the staff, changes in the use of morning 'pre-lesson time', changes in the attitude and activities of the School Council and changes in the interhouse programme. Following the retirement last year of Mrs. Yeates, Mrs. Kugelman has taken over the arduous position of Second Mistress, and in this important role, we wish her every success. Congratulations are to be extended to many girls: in competitions attached to academic subjects Amanda Greaves and Suzanne Hergenhan won second place in the Alliance Francais com- petition Sandra Hogan was successful in the Dicksons Reading, and in the annual Science Contest, Rosalie Conohos brought credit to the school. S"lnoo/ bio,y, /g72 February: Monday 7th-A large audience of Grammar girls bent on the delights of absorbing culture. 'oohed and aahed' as the Royal Winnipeg Ballet danced splendidly at Her Majesty's Theatre. Wednesday 23rd-The Valley Pool resounded to the sounds of the Interhouse Swimming Carnival. Marchl Thursday 9th-The first of many Apex debates was held against St. Columbans. Saturday 1Sth-Grammar participated enthusi- astically and fairly successfully in the Interschooi Swimming Carnival. Thursday 23rd-An enjoyable Orchestral Concert was presented. Friday 24th-Senior girls once again enjoyed Kedron High's 'get-together' dance-now a much looked-forward-to annual event-

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Friday 2nd-The Grammar Singers presented "The Revenge" and Purcell's "Te Deum" at B.G.S. Thursday Sth-The School Concert incorporating the Interhouse Choral Competition, was held in the Centenary Hall. The Prefects took great delight in presenting a day in the life of the school of the future-as yet no one has been prepared to comment on the possible effects on prospective parents!! Monday l2th-Our Apex debating team of Jenny Reath, Christine Parnell and Lynn Robinson, having convinced the adjudicators that all men should have bread before some have cake (or was it the other way round?) won the Queensland Apex Debating Competition. Thursday l5th-Once again the Vth and VIth Forms were to be found at Boys'Grammar, this time to hear Bruce Dawe read and comment on his poetry. Such outings which our teachers kindly arrange throughout the year are both enjoyable and educational, and are consequently much appreciated. Thursday 29th-Christine Parnell, Queensland Debating team member left for Adelaide to contest the National Titles, at which our team shone, and Saturday lst-The now widely acclaimed B.G.G.S. Football team played its devastating form of the game for the first and last time, against a somewhat cowed B.G.S. team on the occasion of their Open Day. Saturday 15th-The Seniors pleasantly revised "Summer of the Seventeenth Doll" by seeing it as performed by the Villanova Players. Wednesday l9th-Two of our Prefects-Wendy Page and Valerie Brownlie-left for the USA on American Field Service Scholarships. August: Saturday sth-"Study Girl International 1972" was announced-we congratulate Amanda and hope that her year in America will prove profitable in every way. Sunday 6th-'?roblems Facing Youth Today" was the topic of discussion at a seminar at St. Pauls, at Bald Hills. Monday 7th-Victoria Park Golf Links was the site of the first B.G.G.S. Cross Country. The boarders owing to their extraordinary resilence, dominated this event. Wednesday 9th-The Interhouse Athletics followed much the same pattern as the Cross Country-by the end of the day many distraught House-Captains muttered under their breath about their wisdom-lacking predecessors who let so much talent band together in the boarding house. The Parents again kindly arranged a very.helpful Careers Evening. Friday I lth-School broke up and parties headed in the direction of 'The Centre' and the-Snowy. won! July:

Rday: Saturday l3th-A Group of Councillors and Frefects acted as ushers at the colourful Australian College of Education ceremony when fellowships were conferred. Sunday l4th-The Grammar Singers provided the choral music at the Australian College of Education's Service. Thursday l8th-Grammar girls and their parents once again engaged in cultural activities-this time at the "Music Box" where they heard the Queensland Liglrt Opera Company present "Iolanthe". Saturday 20th-Gatton will probably never be the same again after such an early morning invasion of hungry Grammar girls on their way to Toowoomba. The meet with Fairholme was once again a highlight of the winter sports season-many friendships were made and renewed. Saturday 27th-This year's Seniors will probably have visions of unpalatable Beef Stroganoff till their dying days, but nevertheless, the Sixth Form 'Formal' was once agaln a huge success. The dance was held at a new venue-the Q.I.T. Students' Common Room- and owing to the outstanding efforts of a small band of decorators, this striking room waS used to full advantage. The netball, volleyball and tennis teams played their first round of fixtures in what proved to be a highly successful season at Clayfield College.

June: Thursddy lst-The Head Girls had a chance to see how the other half lives when they visited Government House for the Youth Week Garden Party. May the Head Girl who said in a loud voice "Where is he? I can't see him!" when the Governor was only three people down the line be embarrassed to her dying days .

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September: Friday l5th-The Debating Club took part in a debating evening at Churchie. Saturday 16th-School Day was as varied and busy as ever and made a significant contribution to the Building Fund. Tuesday 23rd-Second Form attended an A.B.C. Concert. October: Sunday lst-The Grammar Singers represented the school in the Warana Open-air Concert. Wednesday 4th-The Interschool Athletics were held. 6th-8th-The Grammar Singers joined in a camp. 19th & 20th-The Grammar Singers presented portions of "The Messiah". Frid'ay 27th-Sixth Form started'Study Vac.' November: Wednesday 22nd-The Governor, Sir Colin Hannah and Iady Hannah visited the school. 27th & 28th-The Inter-house Drama Competition proved entertaining. December: Monday 4th-'"The Nine Lessons and Carols", a combined service of the Grammar Schools, took place at St. John's Cathedral. Tuesday 5th-The Mth Form Dinner was held. This year fathers attended as well as mothers. Wednesday 6th*The School Year culminates in Speech Night, this year's guests of honour being Sir Colin and l-ady Hannah. We would again thank Miss Shaw and the Staff for their thoughtfulness and their willingness to listen and experiment, and we hope that the school will continue to grow in effective education. Finally, may we wish the Seniors success in their examinations and the whole school a happy Christmas.

We left the Quinnell residence on 25th August in a 'bilibus' green Ford transit van. We managed to squeeze in Mrs. Quinnell, her mother Mrs. Hoare, seven girls and all our junk. Four hundred and eigfrty miles later we set up camp in the Carnarvon National Park, under gum trees full of mountain lorikeets and currawongs. During the next three days we walked, Quinnell pace (puff!!), forty miles over all the walking tracks which led us to beautiful sandstone caves with walls covered with ancient aboriginal art, high winding ravines, and bluffs which enabled us to see breathtaking views of enormous sandstone cliffs and the more distant spurs of the Camarvon Ranges. We saw many wild animals including kangaroos, goannas, bandicoots, gliders and at night, the possums were so tame that they would eat out of our own hands! The night of the 31st we arrived home dirty and tired but we all had a wonderful time, enjoying both the scenery and the company.

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Cfnn;'tp^as er"*fi Jn;p Unfortunately the annual trip to Fraser Island for Zoolosy. Biology and Geography siudents had to be .*..lT6a this y?ar, but instead, thanks to the elforts nf nn.r. Chowdhury and Mrs' Quinnell, we were able to eain the valuable experience of a few days camping on ih. banks of Chrislmas Creek, at the base of the lamington Plateau. We all gradually arrived on the Wednesday morning in private cars, just managing to- unload all our eqiipment and provisions and get them under cover before the first shower broke over our camp. Despite the rain, we were led by our gallant staff mei-rbets on a short walk along the winding track and managed, without injury, tc leap from boulder to bouldir back to camp via the creek. Our evening meal (cooked in complete darkness because we had spent ALl, uft.tnoon trying to find some good, dry wood to bum), all sixteen campers congregated in-one tent, drinkin! lumpy coffee, and talking - freely - of everythlng from school matters to the spider crawling up the tent flap. The next day was spent relatively quietfy swimming in the morning in the bitterly cold mountaii stream and walking downstream in the afternoon, examining the numerous plant and animal life about which Mrs. Quinnell was able to give us an inexhaustible supply of information. After dinner that night (which-for some was tinned sp-aghetti and burnt t-oast, and for others was Meatloaf and Apple Fritters), we embarked on a rather uneventful expedition mammal spotlighting, seeing only five ovils, one possum, and two dogs. It seems that even the birds hid enough sense to stay out of the rain!

As our one and only specific physical education session, we decided to climb the ridge which lay- to the baik of our camp. Once again our valiant leaders strode to the fore, tiounding up the mountain with such vigour and energy that all we poor campers were left to- straggle up the first slope unaided! After climbing aUout t,0;00 feet, we enjoyed,our-first long break, Ihen proceeded, with a greatly diminished partv. to climb the remaining section of the ridge in tn. iruin hope that we might iiave been able to see the coast from the top. We left Mrs. Chowdhury at this point to guard the poor defencless girls who had already exhausted themselves, from all the evils of the wild bush countrY!!?!

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Thanks to the constant encouragement? from Jane Allen: "Look! I can see the top of the ridge about fifty yards up!", we managed to crawl the next 1,000 feet to the very top merely to watch the rain close in around us again. lt took us only about an hour to descend and less than a minute to drop into the freezing stream, fully clothed, and, of course, kindly help Mrs. Quinnell into the water. Although the rain broke again when we were packing to come home, it didn't worry us; for by this time, all the girls had become quite accustomed to sleeping in pools of water, and Mrs. Chowdhury had affected a brilliant piece of plumbing with sticking- plaster, which served the dual purpose of, primarily, decorating her tent, and secondly, sealing off all the rain inlets. But thanks to everyone, especially the staff, who cheerfully helped one another, we finally left Christmas Creek and headed back towards Brisbane to our own soft, dry beds and at least a week's complete rest. J.J.

Uttle did Miss Vernon, Miss Wardill and coach captain 'Fearless Phil' realize what they were taking on as they assembled with 43 Fifth Formers in front of the Red and White bus for a final photo before saying farewell to the families for two and a half weeks. We were heading for Central Australia, and excitement ran high. A11 of us (except maybe those in command) were clean, fresh-faced young innocents beaming with anticipation at the thought of braving the untold terrors of the Australian Outback. Many were quite confident of their camping abiiity-a confidence which was soon to be dampended by frost on the schlozz, broken zippers on duffle and sleeping bags, and crawlies and dirt in our beds and food. So it was that a very jolly but unsuspecting lot rolled out of Brisbane, amidst cheers and laughter, to begin a trip none of us will ever forget. It is impossible to describe the beauty and vastness of the country we passed through, and the contrasts in scenery, ways of living and effluence we encountered. Contrary to our previous notions, however, we did discover that Western Queensland in the grip of a drought was much dner, duster and, more desolate than many parts of the Northern Territory. We passed through many very small towns which consisted of only a handful of houses, a couple of pubs and a public convenience. Each town tended to be judged and remembered according to the condition of its amenities, and needless to say, none rated very high on our list.

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Coober Fedy is just as firmly planted in our memories, but for different reasons. It's an odd little town with a crazly cosmopolitan population and a trade in cake-shops, opals and beer. Everyone lives in dugouts underground where it is 10o cooler, and to the superficial observer, it was the end as far as towns go. But it possesses a character of its own, with the whole town intent on two thlngs-conserving water and digging the opals.

Mount Isa was our first main stopover, and it evoked mixed sentiments among the group's members. Some actually liked the town and most were impressed by the size of the mines complex What everyone did enloy however was an evening visit to lake Moondarra, Mt. Isa's 'beach'. The beauty of the lake is indescribable, and it reminded us very much of English beaches-even down to the grassy, rather than sandy shore, the tall trees and . . . the ice cream parlour. As you can imagine, everyone went mad at the sight of this 'gunky' delicacy, which was by now becoming part of our 'other' staple diet. As we hoed into a delicious barbeque tea (impressive title for the same old stuff), followed by soggy French Fritters only half fried in egg batter and camouflaged with a pile of Golden Syrup, we watched with longing eyes a busload of St. Pauls 'gentlemen' who delicately attacked their plum pudding, ice cream and brandy sauce. Up till now, our diet had consisted of a variety of tinned foods-powdered milk and spuds, tinned meats, peas, puddings, fruits, rice cream-and an unusual product commonly known as Camp Fie. It is a rubbery, jelly-like mess which when allowed to dry out would be ideal for filiing cracks and holes in walls and things around the house. Unfortunately, we had to uncreatively plonk it between stale bread for much of the trip, and it was an interesting exercise trying to get it down the neck. But honestly, the barbeque meals we kved on were enjoyed by most of us, and was it true that the food was beginning to taste better, or had that dreaded disease we had heard of-'paralysis of the palate'- taken its toll of us? There are two other small towns worthy of mention. Kingoonya in Northern South Australia will not readily be forgotten by most us. Because of its quiet and restfully appealing charm (and it was the only town for miles in the desert), our worthy bussie decided to stop just off the 'main street' for tea. The tomato soup was just about ready when a strange car pulled up alongside our litfle f arty and two gentlemen in police uniform informed us that we were illegally camped on Commonwealth Govern- ment property. 'No, officers, we didn't intend to do anything wrong," and during a little tete a tete between these gentlemen and Phil, we leamed that we now had a faulty, or was it missing? fanbelt which prevented us from travelling any further for a while. A little later we were blessed with another visitor. This time it was a doddery, redfaced little railway official who was most indignant that our girls were "making a mess" in the gents facilities at the station. The girls' defence-the dishes would smell funny if they weren't washed somewhere, somehow, some- time.

Although we enjoyed every moment of the whole trip, the three place\we stayed longest at and liked best were Alice Spring\ Ayers Rock and Adelaide. At Alice Springs, we stayed at Heavi-Tree Gap Caravan Park whie(r was quite close to an aboriginal camp. And the hrst\ight, with their corroboree and other bus tours singing round the campfire, we did not get to sleep until very late in the morning. Joy of all joys-we werp allowed to get tlp late and aftm a leisurely breaKa\t, we rolled into town. To our surprise, we found Alice Springs much more civilized and modern than we had expected. The main points of interest for us in"the town were the post bffice where we all eagerly awaited news from home, the John Flynn Memorial Church with its beautiful garden and informal atmosphere, and the ice cream parlour which was deluged by hordes of ice cream deprived Grammar Girls.

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After spending nearly all our money on souvenirs, we went out to Simpson's Gap in the afternoon, and then on to beautiful Standley Chasm for tea. The second day we were at Alice, we had our thrilling camel ride. A few of us managed a very professional and assured smile as the giant animal, snorting with annoyance, jerkingly heaved itself to its feet, and after the ride, most managed to say that it was great. That afternoon, we went to the town's annual rodeo. As most of the events were buckjumping and steer-roping it was understandable that no wishes were expressed for a ride on any of the horses there. During our stay at Alice, we made two trips out to the old Alice Springs Telegraph Station where, happily for the teachers, there were lots of swings and round-abouts which they could amuse themselves on! We left Alice with regretful sighs but in anticipation of the most important part of our trip-Ayers Rock!

On first impressions, the Rock looked quite small and it was extremely hard to believe it wai six miles around the base. However, the next morning when we stood at the bottom and looked ;,iup at the climb awaiting us, we were quite ready to believe it was six miles _high! Our Olympic Maiden (Miss Vernon herself) with mountain-goat sure-footedness made the climb in record time whilst Teddy (Miss Wardill) stopped quite frequently on the way up to "admire the scenery". The rest of us followed oi went ahead (according to the various degrees of physical fitness) and at the end of the climb, it was well worth the back-breaking and hair-raising effort, just to be able to see the magnificent view of Central Australia stretching endlessly away for miles with the Olgas on the horizon. Also it meant we were able to buy 'I climbed Aye_rs Rock' Tee Shirts and badges. That afternoon_, after having rested from our efuausting climb and the more financial members of the trip had returned from the flight over the Rock, we travelled out to the Olgas. On our way back, we stopped to take photos olAyers Rock changing colour afiunset. Needless to say, we slept very wEll that night and the next morning began with the much-practiied routine tas.i< (at which we were becoming qulte proficient) of pulling down the tents and paiking- the bud in readiness for the trip to Adelaide.

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The flight to Sydney was very peaceful as we realized that we had a week of bliss away from our parents-or would Freda and Bill (as Mr. and Mrs. Salzman had come to be known) be just as bad? We had yet to find out. You won't believe this but Robyn would have left her camera at Sydney airport had it not been for Susan Nicholson who found it in the "Ladies Room." Everyone really looked forward to their first glimpse of snow. At last when the snow finally came into view the only intelligent remark came from Penny Dodds."It looks like detergent," she said. After we got off the bus at Smiggins Hole we had to cury out own luggage to the motel. What Sue llalsey would have done without her beautiful brilliant yellow gum boots nobody will ever know. As we walked over the snow there was a piercing screarn, (that probably could be heard for miles around) there was poor Robyn sprawled out over the snow, and she wasn't even on skis. What was instore for poor Rob?

Wtrat a sight we must have looked in that beautiful ctty-43 Grammar Girls layered in thick red dust upon which the half-gallon of water rationed to us at Coober Pedy had made no impression. We spent two days in Adelaide, doing whatever we liked and all of us had a marvellous time sight-seeing, camera-clicking, souvenir-buying and tram-riding-which reminds me-we never properly found out why Miss Vernon arrived back late from Glenelg Beach! At night we were driven up to Windy Point from where we had a fantastic view of the lights of Adelaide. The second night most of us went to see "Million Dollar Duck", and to our amusement, the teachers got in as kids. The next day we very sadly left Adelaide, mainly because we had had such a marvellous time, and also because we were on the road towards home. Between Adelaide and Brisbane, there were other places which deserve a special mention. The radio telescope at Parkes was of educational value, and our visits to the wineries were also of value-wine was much cheaper there and we all took advantage of this (on our parents' behalf, of course). The teachers also took advantage of the wine-tasting facilities while we were sewed with a clear red beverage-which turned out to be raspberry cordial. Another event worthy of mention was the ice creirm competition which we held at Tamworth on the last night of the trip. 'Fearless Phil' was the judge, and the teachers and a representative from each of the duty groups, were the competitors. Amid great cheers and camera-clicking, Jan Roberts emerged from the confusion of bodies and ice cream as the winner. This was not surprising considering her reputation of being unable to keep her mouth shut! Her prize-another plate of ice cream! So if you are a young innocent and would like to experience three weeks of canned food and only a thin sleeping-bag between you and the ground, in order to see the wilds of the outback, we advise you to go on the Centre Trip next year, and we assure you that you will have the most fantastic time of your life. ll,. S,o*y J,ip After spending a sleepless night fifteen Grammar grrls descended upon Brisbane airport at the unbelievealbe hour of 6.15 am. 6.25 am. Mr. and Mrs. Salzman arrived at the airport glad to see that they were not going to have to hold up the plane for anyone. At 6.45 am., after saying our fond farewells, we happily boarded the place while loud voices were heard from behind the fence:- Don't forget to clean your teeth; don't eat too much; don't do any of those revolting things that you do at home;go to bed early; be careful not to break any bones and Robyn Gustavson don't lose your camera.

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Our first ski lesson with our "gorgeous" ski instructors Josef and Flans was absolutely excrucia- ting. Roslyn Watt and Sue Halsey liked each other so much that when they ATTEMPTED to ski down the slopes they always landed in a huddle at the bottom. Affer only a short time Bill became so frustrated with trying to pick people up off the snow that he went away to ski by himself.

By Wednesday there were quite a few "pro- fessionals" on the ski slopes-Freda and Bill, Susan Nicholson, Jane Allen, Penny Dodds, and Anne -Belcher (she did do a bit of ski-ing when she wasn't in the shower. There's one thing that we can say about Anne, she is clean), Robyn Gustavson, Alison McKenzie, Tracy Alexandra, Jenny Pedley and Nicky Chyroweth. As for Roslyn Watt, (who spent more time in the snow than on it), Sue Halsey, Narelle Wade, (when she wasn't having piggy-back rides with Hans) and Jenny Dodds (who got sick every- time she looked at a ski) Bill and Freda had to strap them to their beds to keep them off the slopes the risk was too great!

Monday night we were invited over to the lodge, where Brisbane Boys' College were staying, to play cards. After three hours of card playing we were informed that it was time for bed, told to say goodnight to the nice boys and so off home we went with Grandma and Grandpa who tucked us into our nice warm beds. On Tuesday we had our second ski lesson. Some of us were improving but others still had a long way to go. We really think that Josef and Hans had begun to turn grey at the temples after this lesson. Tuesday night, (now I know you will find this hard to believe!) we had afancy hatpartywhichwas won by Tracy Alexander who went as an eastern bunny. Second prize was won by Anne Belcher who went as a coke can. Mr. and Mrs. Salzman won the booby pize going as "rock and rol1" and "sock-it-to-me"

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