July 1960 School Magazine

Brisbqner Girls' Grqmmcrr School Mcrg,

IuIy, 1960

Iuly, l960

Brisbqner Girls' Grcrmmar School Mcgazine

GAIF{ED ANT} [,OST The tT.ull .boy, tousled head bent, wandered along the river- !ank, idly kicking a pebble yith the toe of his boot f"O :i"gi*g lh. tryo precious pennies in his pocket. Those two pennies"hai been hard-earned- as he had toiied and sweated for them while 'glopPing and carrying inside wood for his mother's kitchen stove. She had sent him oul to _play, and now he was wondering *5ut marvellous t-hitgl he couldbuy with his two coppers. He rdunded a bend of ^the.-river-path and came upon the baloon man with a crowd of children clustered around him, eagerly waiting t b;t one of his balloons. Then he saw it-the yellow balloon-shining like the sun amid the group of ilr friends. euickly he wenr up to the pan; an-d, thrusting _gut his two pennies, breathlessly isked for the yellow ott_. "Ffere you are) sonny," said the balioon man, and it was his ! The most beautiful balioon in the world was hi; I He held the string tightly in his hot little hand and ran back ufo"g ;h; river-bank, homewaids, to show his mother the prr.io.6 bal"loon he had bought with his'earnings. The wjnd caught the balloon and drew it up into the am, but it could ttgt esCapg_it was held too tightly. it Lounced "p and down in the air ihining like a ball of !old. ifrr small b;i' watched it and laughed-wliat a beautiful balloon ! He was almost home now. How surprised his mother would be I Wasn't it the most beautiful and the-bigge.s! balloon he had ever seen I Danri;; and twisting and whirling witn the witrd, the balloon was his priOE and joy. So delighted was he that his tight grip on the string relaxed. SuddenlY,-z strong gust of wind blow aiO^the balloon i&ted free from his hand. -Ug uttq up it soared, dipping and swiyittg, ou.i ,!: tree-tops anq ine rivei, with its stri;g d"anglin g e6rtli#ards. After futile jumping Jo recaptule his trear,rI", th; rttiutt boy siood with tears trickling down hii cheeks, watching the yellow fiailoon float away out of his sight. HELEN TURNBULL, V.C. UN DILEMME Qu'est-ce que je ferai pour le journal ?

THE SPTilNX Situated in Ku-ring Gai Chase, not far from Sydney, is a memorial to those who served in the First World War. This memorial is a Sphinx, a replica of the Sphinx in Egypt. Set in natural surroundings of the Australian Bush, the Sphinx is one- eighth of the size of the original, and is the work of the late Private Shirley of the 13th Battalion. During the war, Shirley was gassed, and back in New South Wales, became an in-patient of the Lady Davidson Home. During his stay there, he carved the Sphinx out of solid rock, and built two small pyramids, one on either side of the Sphinx, but shortly after the completion of his work, Private Shirley died, leaving behind him a lasting memorial to his comrades. In front of the Sphinx is a wishing well, carved with early Egyptian figures, and then, further to the right is a flagpoie, which, before its present role, was the mast of the H.M.A.S. Adelaide. trt was dedicated by Rear Admiral Moore, ?S a memorial to all soldiers, sailors and airmen, who died as a result of their disability. We can see what a lovely, peaceful place this is for remembering those who fought for tireir country in the First World War. JOAN BRYCtr, Form III.A-

GOD'S GENTLE CE{ASTISEMEI{TS Often. at times when life does not seem fair, There gleams into our aching sight some scene, Or words that ring within our souls, or music Filiing the once heavy air with gladness. Perhaps, within the sunset to the West We hear the voice of God calling His tardy flock That they remember Him; or in the arc That spans the sky, are conscious of the love Poured out to u5-f e His unworthy sons. Then do the petty strifes of human life, The paltry passions that absorb men's lives Seem but as brittle nothings. We reflect. Life's true proportions are regained once more; Our souls are richer than they were before.

Un poeme, une prose Peut-etre un dessin ? Je ne sais pas Des mots croises ? Mais non ! Je ne sais pas Mais j'esseyerai, noest-ce pas ?

M. WHITAKER, V.B.

-RUTH BLAIR, VI.C

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