1968 School Magazine

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Poor Mrs. Cutter, Just couldn't eat butter, Althougb as tbe story uill proue to tell- She liked- farn, ranz, bacon and bam, Delicious surprises tuith. spice all nice, And lauoured. llauoared ice-cream. Cakes uith cbeties and cboicest of benies, Made tnerry her lriends uhen asked to tea. And out carne tbe tray oft a brigbt sumftter's dov, All laden witb candy all dandy, To enjoy the tea uith me. On Tuesday ber laaourite ol days, rVhen tbe gardener came in for luncb, Muncb! mancb! yold hear, Munch! nuncb! you'd hear, They were eating lisb n' chips and pieces ol crisps, And she was eating bread aith Fred. And so as all stories mast come to an end, 'We haue seer that she liked all Coflee and toflee, And tea taitb rne.

R. COX (VID)

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tlr. 5"o, at Srrr.t Rising higher and higher. Crash. Srvish back and back, higher and higher. Crash. Silence. Then crash again. These were the eternal noises I heard alone by the edge of the sea. The pale yellow beach stretched away far into the distance where there was neither sea, nor land nor sky. On the wet strip of sand the sunset colours were vividly reflected, changing as the colours changed and as the sea washed over it. The sea itself was almost an emerald green with patches of sunset sparkling on the foam. Half the heavens was glowing in bright colour from the soft crimson clouds above me, to the white hot glowing horizon. Gradually, little by little, the sun inched almost imperceptibly towards the horizon. And then it was gone. The colours quickly vanished like a cooling radiator. Till only a bright pale yellow was left, as if it was a weak remindet of the sun that had been. Then as the sun dipped behind the deep blue, " almost black, humped hills, the shadows began to envelop the world, as darkness slowly ctept up over the sea, up and up dragging her blue cloak. \7hen darkness had spread her cloak and the shadows met the sky, the bright white moon climbed the path of darkness but turning darkness into moonlight. Through all this, the noise of the sea v/as there, always reminding me of the eternity of the sea. How short in time was that sunset and even my own life. :R (vrD)

Frorn iaru and han, To candy all dandy, But poor Mrs. Cutter Couldn't eat butter!

_JOAN JOHNSON (IID) GIBSON HOUSE

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F. DOUGALL (VtA)

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