December 1956 School Magazine

December, 1955

BrisbCIJle Girlsi Grammar School Magazine

December, 1956

Brisbal)e Girls' Grammar School Magazine

THE OCEAN

lips were thin and harsh, and his eyes were cold, and proud. The strong muscles in his arm rippled as he stood poised, spear in hand, ready to fling himself at the crouching lion. He leaped, and with a cry of cruel triumph, drove his weapon into the heart of the beast. To us he was a savage, but to his people he was a king. -R.W., Ilia. THE SPIDER Many of the aboriginal legends are gentle little tales that fascinate us by their simple charm. This is their story of the first spider. A long time ago, in a quiet part of the bushlands, there lived a horrid old woman, who would wait in the forest until a little child would come along, all alone, then she would change herself into a beautiful maiden and present the child with sweet honey and promise fine gifts, luring the child on. When the child became tired and lay down to rest and sleep, the old woman would change back to herself and kill the innocent little child. However, one day a handsome young man came through the forest. She began to play her nasty trick on him but when the young man lay down to sleep he was only pre- tending so that when the wicked woman bent forward to kill him, he jumped up and seized her spear and killed her. Then the old witch was turned into a spider and although she still makes a pretty trap for insects, she will never again be able to trap children. - A . SIMPSON, IIIe. ATTEMPTS IN SPORT One day I woke up with the feeling that perhaps my phYsical condition was not all that it should be. Therefore, the obvious and only thing to do was to try to improve it by entering ener- getically into the sporting world. So, I surprised everyone and myself by joining in the next basketball game. I started off very enthusiastically, impressing mYself (but no one else) with the amount of running around that I was doing. Instead of watching the ball, I fixed an eagle eye on the person I was supposed to be defending, and literally threw my weight around, having the erroneous idea that I was supposed to prevent my opponent from getting the ball at all costs, to the exclusion of all else. If every- one had the same idea, I should imagine that there would be nn game of basketball. As the rest of the team found me more of a hindrance than a help, I bowed out as gracefully as I could, and

Treacherous deceiver! Black conspirators with night! Wreaking thy awful vengence On puny man's defiance Of thy still-unconquered might. Cool and soothe the hot sand;

Creep insidiously through the gloom; Then strike with crash and thunder, Ravage and spoil and plunder, And hurl to the heav'ns thy spume. Tear at the rough-seamed crags- In baffled furY seethe o'er the rocks;

Engulf the shrinking sand- Devour the cowering land, But the cliffs defy thy shocks . Confer with thy accomplices-

The crashing bolt and the shrieking blast, Till cowered by the rage of the tide, Thy winged children hide In fear till the tempest is past .

- · RHO NDA VI CKERS , lVd _

TWO PORTRAITS

THE PARSON The parson stood there, surveying the group of ladies before him. His hair was well slicked down and parted exactly. His gold-rimmed spectacles were perched precisely on his nose, and his pale blue eyes blinked mildly from behind them. His fat chin rested on his stiff white collar, which seemed a trifle small. His black coat was neatly pressed, and the buttons fairly shone . His trousers were without a crease and his shoes were polished to perfection. He gazed mildly at the members 0f his guild, and they glared back at him. He opened his mouth and coughed nervously . He said, "Now, ladies, we really mustn't quarrel about it, you know . . ." THE SAVAGE We saw him as he stood there on the hilltop, his gigantic figure silhouetted plainly against the evening sky. His woolly black hair was decorated with rich ornaments, and a gold chain hung around his massive neck and lay on his broad, bare chest. It gleamed dully against his coal black skin. Around his waist was hung a magnificent leopard skin, which fell to his knees. His feet were bare. His face was a cruel, but arresting one. His

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