November 1922 School Magazine

BhISBANE GIRLS' GRAMMA11 SOHOOL MAGAZINX], NOVEMbCT, 1922. The Reef.

The leef at Newport is rve11 knorwn to ali North Sydney Iishermen, and really it orwes its illu)ortance to its abundance of fish. It is a huge rock about 50 yards square at low iide, bul. errtirely covered rvhen the tide is in, ;tld it lies about 100 yards from shore. It is eottnecterl *-ith the mainla,nd by a selies of rocks. which fol'm the only ivay ,by lvhioh the reef cnn he reached, During rny stay at Newiport one of my lchie,i rlc-'Lights was to r,i,'atch a 'party of rnen g,ointi to the reef. Their costume generally con- sis1.s,l oi short pants-regardless of the age of the t'earer-and eithel a coat or a sweate,r. 'Iheir rocls rlicl cluty as stalls. One mau lvould be getting on f amously when clorvn he would go into water nec'k deerp, ha,ving rnissed the next rock. A'fter several such accident,s tire party vt'ould eventually reach the reef, though often badly cut about

the legs. Almost irmmediately Lhe flshing began, for the stay could not be a very Iong one orving to the tide. However it was very seldom they returned without fish. The reef also has an abundance of oysters, the equal of which 'lvouid rbe very hard to fincl. The return journe,y is even harcler to ac- complish, for the fish and oy,sters have to be got safely back. Once one of our par.ty spent the rvhole morning getting oysters which he openeC and put in a ,bott.Ie. On the way barck a ]arger 'ivave than usual washed the botile right out of his hantl. anci all his rwork was lost. Most tcomplimentary, as you may u.ell Suess, were the remarks made to him on hi,s arrival at the maitrland, but we could not help laughing when his companions described the surprised look on his tace rvhen he found he had lost his precious oysters. J.8,, Ii[, A.

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I{alf a month, half a rnonth, Half a tuonth left to us. All in the throes o'f remorse Toil we-the eight of us. "Study, oh, foolish ones! (jrirur in rlore knowleclge!" So do I'tr, day aucl llight- \Ve - tltr, iroor Seniors. "Stttd-l', olt. fuolish oue;I" Does t.his oLrl tloubts dispel? Nol thtt' t.ho rvorkl at lat'ge liays'tis 0ur cluty. (),.r rs rot t0 tenni,s play, (Jurs u01 t.o lool all day, (Jrtls brll t{l .r'nm---alrd p|ay! Da.ill rtut' wor.sl incl'ease- Piiy the ei,::ht o1' ns.

Why did we vaste our time? Oh, for those bygone dayJ, When life had no cares! Remember our ichildish .iests- Ile,nelnber our u'eehly tests*,- Now thilk of the Senior:.

L.J. VI.

We look ahead rvith eager eye's, We say to school good-bye- I w.oucler if as old TiLme flies For the olil clays we'Il sigh. Frorn girlhood's days ws glaclly turn To those of greater Ieisure, I rvoucler if we then sha1l learn School clays were days of pleasure. We want "to leave and have sone fun. With .gaiet.y go mad." But after ali is sairl and done, School clay,s have not been had. We've lovecl the battle in the game, We've lovecl our lcolours blue; We've lovecl the girls who brought it ffrlne E'en loved our stuclies, too.

'Iexi books 1.0 righl oI tls. Text boo'ks f.o Lefl o,l tts, Text books in tronl of us, PileC- high antl threatening. Seized with a lowerin'g frown. Sklmmed" thro,' and then flung clo'rvn:

So af ter all rrve'11 finci it's true Each girl rvill school clays bless, li'or ir.hat days couicl be equal to Ours at the B.G.S.

So in those two .short weeks, So in those last rhott weeks, cram we-the eight of us.

EI.D. VI.