July 1967 School Magazine

Brisbane Girls' Granmar School Magazine

July, 1967

Brisbane Girls' Grammar School Magazine

July, 1967

DIALOGUE BETWEEN A GOOD ANGEL AND A BAD ANGEL Good Angel j Oh hello, Mistel! What a pleasant surprisel I didn't expect to see anyone as low as this, Bad. Angel; Neither did L What are you doing here? I thought cumulus was a bit below your level. Another couple of hundred feet, you know, and you'd be under the clouds and out of heaven. Isn't that a frightening prospect? You must be trembling in terror. Good Angel; No, I am quite calm, thank you. You are the one who seems excited. Are you feeling well? Bad Angel; Yes, yes. I was just a little surprised to find you here. Still, it's good to see you break bounds once in a while, Melanus. Most of them wouldn't put a wing tip pasr: cimo-stratus. Good Angel : Actually, I have special permission. I suppose you have too? Bad Angel; Oh I came down to look at the view. You can just make out the lights of Pads, over to the right, through the mist, and straight down there are the French Alps. You can tell them by the snow; the black stretches are the slopes and valleys. The moon will be up in a feur minutes; we will be able to see even more then. Good Angel.' Do you find the . . ah . earthly land- scape more beautiful than the one above, then? Bad. Angel' Not exactly. Good Angel: You seem bored with life at the moment. Is anything wrong? You could always go on a Dream, you knor.v. \7hy don't you? Bad Angel .' You're full of questions tonight. Look, the mist has cleared from over Paris. They're beautiful, aren't they, all those little beads of liehtl Perhaps somebody made a necklace from tiny golden sparks, but then it broke and the beads fell on Paris and scattered all over France. Good Angel; \fhat somebody? Bad Angel.' I don't know. An impossible somebody!

Good Angel; All right, Mistel, all right. If you're feeling cross, just go off in a Dream, I don't mind, Honestly it will do you a heaven of good. Bad. Angel; No! Good Ansel; Well why not? Bad Angel: No! Good Ansel; Oh dear! Come on, I think we'd better go back up. \7e'll drop in on St. Peter on the way and have a nice little chat. Bad Angel .' I mean, just a few more minutes, Melanus, please. The air is so fresh down among the clouds. Giood Aneel: The air is just as fresh in heaven. It has a different scent for every person, and that scent is always their ideal one. Bad Angel r 1Vell that doesn't work for me. Occasionally I catch the scent of spring flowers or chocolate cake cooking, but usually the air is so close and balmy it reminds me of nervly- opened coffins. Good Angel; Oh dear! Please don't say things like that. Bad Aneel; Listen! Good Angel; What is it? Bad Ansel; That low sound, I think it's a jet. God Angel; A jet! It couldn't be! Bad Angel; It is. Look, there it is down there, It's flying unusually low especially fot weather like this. If there's a storm likely the pilots mostly try to fly above it. Good. Angel : \Chere do you think it's going? Vienna? Bad. Angel: Probably. Good Angel: Let us wish them a safe journey. Bad Aneel; 'S7hen the jet reaches the foothills it will have to gain height. It will be much closet then. 'fi/e might even be able to see faces at the windows. Good Angel : I'm afraid we're going to miss out. It's losing height. : " Bad Ansel: But it shouldn't be. Melanusl Look under the wing! It's on fire,'

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