December 1950 School Magazine

December, 1950 ·

Brisbane Girls' .Grammar School MaqCI%ine

December, 1950

Brisbane Girls' ·Grammar School ·Magazine

believe, worships the refrigerator, for all the time that he deigns to spend at home, is passed sitting in front of its magical door, that to him spells meat There he sits successfully getting in everybody's way, ears laid back, a reproachful look in his eyes, and quivering indignation plainly showing in the humped line of his back. Dolefully he meows, at intervals of more or less two seconds each. Once, when the refrigerator had to be taken away for some repairs, poor Gimmel nearly went mad. He ran in a bewildered and dreary way all round the vacant refrigerator recess, meowing drearily and inces- santly. The most cheerful picture that I keep in mind of our four cats, however, is the tableau of peaceful domesticity, created by them in the winter time, when, each in his appointed basket, it attitudes of luxuriant abandonment, sensual indolence ex- pressed in every line of their bodies, they purr before the open fire in our sitting room. -U.K. & J.A., V. ON SEEING COROT"S "E-VENING" The coral glow of sunset touches the stagnant pool Among the rocks; a ripple sways the reeds. Nearby, there lie the shadows, so mossy deep and cool. Above them on the grass a pony .; feeds. His mane is white, and gently the last light Fa lls on his head. Behind him, gliding out . From soft and velvet darkness, the greY' ' :of · corning': night Creeps softly, drapes its covering rotrfid ' about ' ~)~~~ ~~;~.~~ . The sleepy, grey-lit sky in filming twilight ·iin~~¥~ 0 i,l' Where misty, soft green branches geh'tly twi;,~ And interlace. Their deepness spreads ' ih: graceful fingers Sweeping against the sky, and stenclliecffine. · The joy of other worlds makes all the distance bright W ith rosy mists, that touch the earth's far rim; For gladness shines in · glory .froin transparent light And rises like a swee!, un~arthly hymn. . Beyond .there runs a distant range, blending with heaven''s Two .saplings lirnn~d against the paling glow · •' · Stand by a ruined castle, whose reflection bold Falls on a .quiet, rock-bound pool l::elow. gold.

-DIANA BOULTON, IV A

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