July 1961 School Magazine

3risbqne Girls' Grqmmcr School Magazine

Brisbqne Girls' Grqmmqr School Mcgczine

July, 196l

July. 1961

urge those of you who hove qot the obility to enter the politicol Jield! Storting by becomlns cr member of o loccrl council. Don't toke it from this thot I om o greot odvocote of women suffroge but here in Queensiond ond in Ausirolio, women do not seem to toke o {ull enough port in the running dnd moulding of o{foirs by tokinq port in Lccol Government ond Porlioment, ond so helpinq to shcrpe the destinies of thls country. And I om sure much gocd could be contributed to the deliberotions by women members both in Locol Government ond Porlloment ond I give ycu os on exomple to follow, our beloved Senotor Dome Annobel Ronkin. There ore countless lcrdies I know who run most proliciently so mony very excellent chorities ond insiitutions lr,ho I om sure would be equolly sood ond forceful in politlcol life. W'e11, to you girls who ore Jinishinq your school li{e ond cre going out into the world, I wish you oji very hoppy, useful ond prosperous iives ond to you the younger ones, who stiil hove some time of school, moke the best oI your tlme there ond profit by its excellent tuition-ond to you o1l I now soy o very N4erry Christmos ond o very Hoppy New Yeor. Berty Q))oolrorl, 6rro11 Cotnpett'tion, t96ct "Not Fcrilure but Low Aim is Crime" My life wos cleor: To preoch the Word of God to oll monkind; To leorn Hls Will; To fix my eyes upon the shining Cross Thot liqhts the windinq dorkness of the Woy. I loved my iittle irust ol men, My fumblins fold of men; I thousht to leod their spirits to the greoter Truth, And held their honds. I stumbled, ond they fell; And when I fell, I drossed them down. Then, one doy, I turned my eyes from God And sozed behind. I lost His quldinq liqht, And plunoed. deep in the swirllng blockness by the rood. All round the turbid murk sloomed block; The dork bound my sore soul with bleok despoir. I souqht my broihers in the choos of the world,

The endless siruggling yeors of weory seorch groqned by, And siill I wos olone. The tcuntins voices joded; Stillness come. God colled ogcrin, ond in the colm I heord. Alone, olone, my hope was deod. Sick to the heort I crowled riqht up the cruel cros o{ shome ond suffering, And reoched the Rood once more; And sow the lisht; And wept, Becouse I hod Joiled my God. My li{e wos neor its end. The Cross loomed ]orse ond filled my siqht. The lisht of oli the world shone Jorth; The liqht of beouty, ongels, creotion, oll wos there. It grew ond grew, in glory woshed my soul, And then, O Wondrous God, become the Iiqht of Love- And on the Cross hunq Christ! I wept, ond hid my heod, ond cried in proyer- "O God, my Godl forsive my Iife," For I hod foiled my God. I heord God speok; His voice wos Love; it filled my soul with peoce. "My child, my son, Not Fcilure-But Low Aim Is Crime To seek the heiqhts ond {oil, this motters not: Mon lives thot he moy seek. His destined lot To strive, ond lollen rise to strive ogoin. Mqn metes not li{e by losses but by qoin. Know ye thot they which run the roce of liie Run o1l, but one receives the prize? All strlfe And striving for o couse moy foii. 'Tis meet Thot triumph {ollows for behind defect, And Mon must toste the bitter dress of shqme Be{ore ihe sweetness of the cup o{ {ome. pun to obtoinl 36+ alr the worlC of nought_ NTo mon is cholned who hos the wjngs of thouqht. Think not on thinss which Ecnth or Men moy mor, But rend the veil oJ cloud qnd seek o stor 19 There is no sin; there is no shome; Not foilure but low oim ls crlme." Jenifer Kelly.

And strove to leod them bock to God. But in my eors o thousond voices colled, And. clomoured in o thousond different tones. They fllled my eors with tortureC hope; Their echoes moddened in my broin. ]E