December 1952 School Magazine

December, 1952:

Brisbane Girls' Grammar Scheel Magazine

:Brisbane Girls' Grammar School Magazine

December. 1952

MISTAKEN IDENTITY OR MIDNIGHT ATTACK. One night, seated alone by the fire, I was aroused from my latest novel by a sound in the room. Someone was there . Closer and closer he crept. I dared not turn my head; cries for help stuck in my throat, beads of perspiration formed on my forehead, as I sat petrified in the chair , listening to the approach of my enemy. Revenge was his motive, for yester- day I had, in self-defence, killed his brother. Now he was behind my chair. I closed my eyes. I felt his sharp knife on my tteck. Then, suddenly, aroused by natural instincts , I swung my hand , and with a mighty blow, killed that mosquito . -Joan Snape , V . NIGHT

"ONE WAY TO STRIKE UP AN ACQUAINTANCE."

The little grey donkey thoughtfully rubbed a big grey ea r .against her hitching post and cocked one bright eye towards the handsome young brown donkey a few yards furthe r along. Waiting for one's master in the_warm sun outside a busy market (where they sell carrots) can be quite a pleasant occupation if one has congenial company, and the young brown donkey who had been cudgelling his woolley donkey brains for the last ten minutes to think of a suitable method of introduction, now plucked up the courage to rub his warm nose against her soft grey cheek and shyly whisper with adolescent diffidence, "Hello, little silky ears." "Little ·s ilky ears" was by no means averse to the com- pliment; and her ears, by donkey standards, really were beautiful-long, gracefully curving, with delicately pointed tips and without a blemish. She smiled charmingly and murmured in return, "What handsome hoofs you have, sir." Young brown donkey, not as accustomed to receiving flattery as she, blushed to the roots of his own rather doubtful looking auditory organs and gazed embarrassedly at the admired :members.

On such a night as this the soul can rise And in the stars find soundless harmonies; There to the east the beacon flashes far, Challenging with its beam each gazing star; The earth beneath is quiet, its darkened ways Huddling from heaven's clear and constant gaze. And in between the brooding earth and sky The airy regions of the unknown lie; The stars are high ; the earth is dark and small; And space and beauty take their place of all , This ·is a moment w hen all time can cease , Swathed in the darkness and the breathing peace. The cool breeze brushes past on soundless wings; Of things beyond this earth the s ilence sings.

-Judith C. Gree n, V.

EC. VI.

-JOAN SNAPE, V.

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