1968 School Magazine

u|-No* is tLu ,Ho** The depth ol eyes, Looking witb last longing gaze At lriends and loued one seefl through a haze Ol tears as the ship pulls away. The sea of faces, Rellecting the pain in their hearts Bid Home farewell and each one imparts To the people on shore, their looe. The clothes ol green, Glouing with glory age-old Grou dinz to eyes, but to hearts unlold The pride lor tbe land they delend. To the 8th Battalion R.A.R. -ROSLYN McNAUGHT (VA) LILLEY HOUSE

G. BRADFORD (VD) *5, Tufto*"." She stands tall, her head held high. The wild cheering increases to a dea{ening roar, for she has achieved the ultimate. Those five small rings on her blazer pocket tell of a dream come true. How they'd laughed vrhen the small avrk- ward competitor told of her soaring ambitions. "She would never be an athlete. Her legs are too short; her style is all wrong-no, she would never be an athlete". Undeterred, she had spent countless long, lonely hours in painstaking training and sacrified so much pleasure for her career. The great day came, and she had climbed the laddet of rials and setbacks to the uppermost rung. ' So many years had been put into the few fleeting seconds. As the two shuddering linecs beht slowly to the ground, the crovrd silenced. The dreaded pistol rose gradually upwards, and suddenly fired. Twenty pattering feet on a deep red rack, and it was over. She had won. The small round medal comes slowly to rest on her chest, and the grandstand becomes alive with the thunderous acclamation. No, she vrould never be an athlete! _SUE BYTH (IVD) LILLEY HOUSE

NETH HINTON (IVA)

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