December 1927 School Magazine

Blisbaue Girls' Gl·a.~mnar School Magazine.

B'l".i.sbaiue Girls' Gramma-r School l\Ia.gazi.ne.

THE l\.OOTHERLESS PUSSmS.

THE .1\IILKY WAY. Long, long ago, in ancient' Greece, Olympian gods held sway; And 'twas said the path' to their heavenly halls \Vas the beautiful milky way. A white ribbon 'crusted with blazing gems , It sparkles across the sky; And this was the way to Olympian bliss, \Vh·ich only the pure might fly. And then at the end of the journey ·rong , I wish I had lived in clays agone \¥hen Olympian gods held .sway, ·when the wonderful path to their heavenly balls , \Vas the beautiful milky way. iVLM . .' IIID. ---------0·--------- A DESERTED VIJ"J"AGE. Sat Zeus and Hera and Love. And other gods and goddesses, In celestial peace above .

Parody on "The Motherless Turkies ."

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The Wh-ite tabby was dead! The white tabby was How the news thro• "New Cat T ., . 0 . own went 1ly1ng f a mo_ther bereft, four small puss'ies were left And then· case for assistance was crying. '

dead!

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Alderman Cat sadly lifted his hat As a suitable symbol of sorrow '

And his Pl.ainer wife said "No,:• tile " old tabby's \:Vho will tend her poor kits on the morrow?"

dead ,

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" \Vhen evening around them comes dreary a'nd ·who above th·em will watchfully hover?" :?wo' e~ch ~ight I will tuck with my O\~n," said Tho I:.ve eight of my own I must cover." " How I wish," said the Mayor, "I coulcl B t h u w at is the use of this talking? Th. e next morning that's fine they shall !?."O L lttle royal-blood pussies, out walking. "I will do all I can." an old "tig-er·· put i "And for help they may calL upon me t n. Tho' I' . , oo, ve SIX of my own , a poor motherless And a great deal of trouble to see to." lot, 1 Y menus QUite diff'cult to fit · I' .. Ill. ~ v_e nothing to spare-for my own I must care." ::Said a Persian with only one 1 ,itten. " H.alf ' my care, .I suppose, there is nobody knows . "I've so much to do' Fresh mill- . l\ • . · " IS so. scarce,

chill ,

a Manx.

give them some care.

- With my nine

Recently while tra.velling to Bathurst, I chanced upon a sight : rare in this new young co•untry of ours. The remains of the once prosperous village of Hartley lie about twenty miles from tlle :nearest township , on the Bathurst side of Katoomba. Hartley was ,established over a century ago when New South \Vales was lJegin- ning fo be peopled . and flourished in the days when bushranging -was at it.s height. The only relics of these Iormer clays, are the inn , and the gaol · in which many a well-known murderer met his death . or cat1'le · thief_ served his long sentence. It is a substantial brick buiTding almost intac t. except for the rear portion, even the poles from which -the convicts were hanged remaining. The other , the inn, which is just the same now as in tho.:;e -days, has been kept for over a century by the des.cendants of the ·family who established it . Here one may see the guns of Gardiner , -the bushranger, and the chains with which the convict.s were "hobbled . when they were taken from gaol t o gaol or when building the road over the mountains. At some little distance from here, there are a few rocks, ·which served as rude headstones to the graves of the convicts of -old. This is all that remains of the .old town. But one can well ' imagine the busy life which once filled the small village. and the

I m the most overburdened of mothers They mu-st learn , little elves , how to' A. d - n not seek to depend upon Otl?ers. She went by in disdain . and th·e Mayo t E I . . r .o x_c aimed in surprise. "Well, I never." Sala the Manx. "I declare, those who have You will find are complaining forever. "

scratch for themselves.

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the Manx

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t he least care.

F.S., Upper III A.