June 1959 School Magazine

July, 1959

Brisbane GilJls' Grammar School Magazine

Brisbane Girlls' Grammar School Magazine

July, 1959

FLIGHT Engine throbbing, a blue and white man-made bird g lides from the tarmac, across the expanse of grass, and wheels to face into the wind. Shivering under maximum throttle, the single-engined, four- seater monoplane woits, as the pilot gives his instruments and controls a final quick but thorough check, then watches the control tower till eventually the green light appears. The brakes are released and we hurtle up the runway until flying speed is reached. Flaps down, ailerons level, and elevators raised, we speed on, as the ground falls away below, and the Piper Cub is airborne. ·we are watching the rapidly shrinking airfield and the surrounding houses. How neat they all look. Timber in the yard of a sawmill seems like a pile of matchsticks. The brown ribbon of creek threads its winding passage through fields the size of pocket handkerchiefs, bordered by fence posts as big as splinters. Both metaphoricc:rlly c:rnd literally spec:rking, we are on top of the world, and our hearts sing in tune with the engine. -H.G., VB.

Breadknife was only one of the remains of a crater rim in a distinct circle. To the east lay Belougery Spire, with a dark hawk wheeling excitedly about a ledge close to the summit, and near it was Crater Bluff, dramatically rising several hundred feet from the gums. The horizon to the west was a shimmering gold, splotched with dark red, hazy in the distance. The green of the valley on the other side had a cooling effect-it was this I studied as we rested before it was time to start for home. Later , as we ca~e to Canberra with all its man-made be;:xuties and splendidly designed structures, I realized what a deep impression this majestic disorder had made on me. -JENNIFER NIELSEN, VB .

LOGAN CREEK, BRISBANE VALLEY.

B. NICHOLSON, VB.

NO AFTERNOON TEA There are only a few girls left in the room, And they too, will be leaving soon, They've :done their detention, all but me, I only hope I'm in time for tea . Oh why did I do my history in French? And why, oh why, did I make such c:t stench In the chemistry lab.? It was only in fun, And my remark in English was only a pun. I wonder wha-t my mother will say, And we had an early lessen !a-day; I could have been home having afternoon tEa, But it's half past four, that will never be.

-ADRIENNE BUCHANAN, II!D.

-GERALDINE WHO::ELER, Form VA .

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