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Editorial Since the LORETO appeared in 1947, we have had to accept the sad fact of "the illness and retirement of our revered Mother M. Philomena Doherty, who was Provincial for three years. Such a short term of office is by no means commensurate with her beneficent influence in the Province over a period of many years.

Her successor, Mother M. Colombiere Lillas, is, at the time of writing, overseas on Institute affairs. When we asked for a letter for publication, she demurred.

And as she has the advantage of distance, we have had to bow to her wish. We hope she will have a good voyage home, and health and grace in her new office. Old Girls in every State know her worth.

Many of our readers have asked for more news of our Old Girls. That is what we hoped the magazine would supply. Strangely enough, a letter from an Old Girl in California has made the same request. We hope her letter will be an invitation to others.' The thoughts of the Nuns are very often with the girls whom they have taught; and no matter how far off the schooldays may seem, each life is gathered into the prayers of the Nuns every evening of the year, as they place in the Immaculate Heart of Mary "all the children who have been and are now under our care."

During 1948 there appeared in Australian bookshops a sm*all book by the famous scientist, the late Dr. Alexis Carrel. Its title is "Prayer," and the idea running through it is, that nations whose citizens do not pray are on the way to degeneracy.

The book makes one realize anew how great is the contribution to their country's welfare of Catholics who live their religion, or, as Dr. Carrel puts it, whose life is one of prayer.

There is no need here to go over what has been learnt at school: the morning offering; the Holy Mass; the aspirations during the day. But if some of us feel that life is more unsatisfactory than it ought to be, the toning-up of our personality can be achieved only by making our lives more prayerful: that is, by receiving into them more truth and goodness and beauty.

It is very encouraging for the Nuns in their apostolate of teaching to know that so many of their Old Girls are beginning their married life (husband and wife, together) with the Rosary—the family rosary that encircles the new home with a girdle of peace.

As we see on all sides symptoms of our sick civilisation, we are inclined to murmur: "What a world!" But let us begin, on ourselves, the bracing-up process.

By being good, we do good. Or, as the Frenchwoman, Elisabeth Leseur, has i t : "Qui s'eleve, eleve le monde " And if our senses seem such a drag on us that we cannot raise even the edge of our souls, much less soar in praise with the saints, we can at least follow some distance with St. Thomas Aquinas and join in his trustful petition to our Heavenly Father. For, in the last resort, the quality that we all need is courage: "Give us, O Lord, a courageous heart that no tribulation can crush or quell."

T H E P I E D PIPER, LAME BOY and C H I L D R E N O F

HAMLIN.

F r o n t : M a r i l y n J e n k i n s , J a n e t Powell, Eileen Besemeres, M a r g a r e t C r e a t i .

First Row: H e l e n H y l a n d , A n n e t t a E r m a c o r a , M a u r e e n Bolger, J a n e t P r i t c h a r d , M a r y H o l t o n , Betty G l a v i n , C l a r e H a g e r , T h e r e s e O ' D o n o h u e ( P i e d P i p e r ) , M a r g a r e t Fisher ( L a m e B o y ) , M a r d i e H o l t o n , H e l e n Baker, C a r i n a O ' D o n o h u e , Patricia Rinaldi.

S e c o n d Row: G a y F l a n a g a n , D e l m a M c G r u b b , G r a n i a A n d e r s o n .

T h i r d Row: J e n n i f e r W a t e r s , Betty C l e m e n t s , M a r y B y r n e , Colette Christie, C l a r e Sheales, Z i t a O ' D o n o h u e , J e n n i f e r Collins, Dawn Noonan.

Back Row: Lilian W h i t i n g , N a n e t t e C r a m e r i , M a r g a r e t R i n a l d i , J u d i t h M c B r i d e .

THE MAYOR, COUNCIL AND

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HAMLIN.

Centre Front: Mayor, J a n Corrigan; Townsman, Margaret Tobin.

First Row ( l e f t to r i g h t ) : K a t h l e e n F l a h e r t y , E l i z a b e t h H o l m e s , E l i z a b e t h Eskdale, M a r y R o b i n s o n , M a r g a r e t O ' D o n n e l l , M a u r e e n S h i n n i c k , M a u r e e n D e l a h u n t y , P a t r i c i a M c E n c r o e , M a r g o t Barfield, R o y l y n P h i l l i p s , T h e r e s e O ' D o n o h u e , J o y Phillips.

S e c o n d Row ( r a i s e d ) : B a r b a r a T o b i n , M a r g a r e t C u m m i n s , P a u l i n e Davis, J o a n O ' D o n o h u e , M a r g o t H a r r i s , D a n e v e C o f f e y , Cecile J o s h u a , M a r y M a r g a r e t W i l s o n , Beth B a r f i e l d , L y n e t t e J o s h u a , Cecilia T o n z i n g , M a u r e e n Reidy, L o y o l a O'Donohue, Helen Hyland.

Back Row: N a n e t t e C r a m e r i , A n n H e a t l e y , A n n e O ' C o n n o r , J o a n O ' R o u r k e , Lesley D u n n , M a r y H y l a n d , M a r i e M u l c a h y , Margaret Hager.

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The I.B.V.M. Abroad RATHFARNHAM. T h e Australian Houses congratulate Rev. M o t h e r Pauline D u n n e , I.B.V.M., on her election to the office of Superior-General of the Irish Branch of the Institute. M a y she have m a n y h a p p y years! It gave great pleasure to our A u s tralian delegates to the C h a p t e r to be able to spend so m a n y weeks at Loreto Abbey, R a t h f a r n ham. It w a s interesting also for them to meet delegates from the other Provinces: India, Spain, E n g l a n d , South A f r i c a a n d Mauritius.

taking H i n d i as their second language, w h e n t h e inspector arrived to tell us that Bengali w a s compulsory as well as Hindi! . . . F o r t u n a t e l y all o u r

ROME. P r a y e r s w e r e offered in each of our Australian H o u s e s for the defeat of Communism at the elections in Italy.

Letters from the n u n s in via Abruzzi tell us that they have visits from several Australian priests, one of w h o m is Rev. P. Kenny, S.J. (son of the late D r . A . L. K e n n y ) .

F a t h e r H e n r y , n o w on his w a y back to the Seminary at M a n l y , has also been a welcome visitor while he has been studying music in Rome.

A m o n g the contributors to this number of the magazine are several adults w h o s t u d y English at via Abruzzi.

W e w e r e glad to k n o w the n u n s received the parcels of food w e sent.

S O U T H AFRICA. H e r e again there is a l a n g u a g e w o r r y — t h o u g h dual, not triple. Besides English the n u n s have to teach the second l a n g u a g e — A f r i k a a n s . M . M . d e Sales M c L a u g h l i n (affectionately remembered in m a n y Australian Loretos), writes: " T h e dual l a n g u a g e system r a t h e r militates against cultivation of s t y l e — a n d spelling!"

W e congratulate Loreto, Pretoria, on attaining its silver Jubilee.

T h e y have three h u n d r e d pupils; but only one h u n d r e d and sixty are Catholics From Nairobi, in K e n y a Colony, w e have good reports in letters from M . M . Borgia O ' S h a u g h n e s s y a n d M . M . R a p h a e l G o r d o n , both of w h o m have m a n y friends among O l d Girls in Australia.

INDIA. A nun writes from Loreto, Simla, w h e r e she is having a holiday from her labours in the school at Lucknow: "India is so rapidly Indianizing that although w e have been given five years' notice for t r a n s f e r r i n g our teaching through the medium of English into the vernacular, it would not surprise us if the change-over came much earlier.

T h e trouble is that there is a different vernacular in each Province.

In Asansol the nuns w e r e

Indian Christians at Loreto Convent, Lucknow. schools are in H i n d u s t a n . In P a k i s t a n there is question of all schools being forced to teach t h e Koran . . . . " BAVARIA. W e are h a p p y to k n o w that the n u n s received our food parcels.

O u r Institute is fortunately able to renew its spent forces under the sympathetic eyes of the Americans, w h o control that territory. O n the 1st M a y , 1948, the convent at Altotting w a s the centre of h a p p y celebrations w h e n that d a y w a s proclaimed a holiday of obligation in honour of O u r Lady, P a t r o n e s s of Bavaria. O n the eve of the feast a torchlight procession took its w a y r o u n d the shrine of t h e miraculous statue of O u r L a d y . N e x t day, a f t e r the celebration of M a s s b y an American bishop, the people in thousands g a t h e r e d r o u n d the shrine while His Lordship blessed them with the miraculous statue. A n interesting link with history is Page Five

the fact that when St. Rupert preached the faith in Bavaria in the sixth century, he erected a Chapel of O u r Lady on this spot a n d consecrated the people of the district to their Heavenly M o t h e r . T h e nuns need comfort, many are ill, and all are under-nourished. .

AUSTRIA. Because of its political disharmony in the Russian orbit, we hear little of the I.B.V.M. in Austria; but at the end of last year we received through the hands of a Jesuit F a t h e r an appeal from a Jesuit in Austria on behalf of the I.B.V.M. in that country. E v e r y house in the Australian Province has sent parcels of clothing; and considerable sums of money have been donated by Loreto O l d Girls in Australia. A letter from the I.B.V.M. in Rome, dated 2 / 5 / 4 8 suggests that we send a n y mail or parcels c / o R.C. Chaplain F. Gibson, C.SS.R., V i e n n a III, Nugargasse,

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SPAIN. A nun, writing from Loreto in M a d r i d , tells of their sight of the famous statue of O u r Lady of Fatima, that passed through M a d r i d on its tour of Europe. T h e letter reads: " T h e first night she passed our gate at 2 a.m. W e were all there— nuns and children. She stopped while all sang a Salve.

T h e r e were four pigeons at her feet, and in spite of all the bouquets thrown, they never moved. W e let three pigeons loose before the Procession started again, and they went straight to our Blessed M o t h e r ' s feet . . . T h e next visit was when the Bishop brought her in his car into our garden. W e all had time to kiss her. H o w very fortunate were were! . . . . ' '

BUSHLAND

Old Murphy came galloping as the grey dawn Crept over the hilltops, all red with the morn; The sun rose up slowly, from out his gilt bed, But Murphy rode in as though chased by the dead.

He woke all Koolgara, and called [or the boss, Jumped down from the stirrups, saddled up a fresh horse.

He took out old Mollie, the best of the lot, For he wanted quick riding, and the day would be hot.

"Hurry up Mr. Timsby, and Jerry and Joe, Bring Parsons and Johnny and Jack the Abo; But hurry, please hurry, bring clubs and a gun, For we'd better go quickly, take horses, don't run.

When I went out this morning, ten yards from my fence, Was a dragon—Saint Patrick, it's tail was immense, And it rolled its great eyes at me; lashed up its tail.

Just down by the tool shed, and the house within hail!"

So Timsby and Parsons and Johnny and Jack, For when you go "bush' 'you had best take a black; And Jerry and Donald, his loved Kerry Blue, Set out for old Murphy's—the dragon to view.

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2 / I I I / - 2 , Austria. O u r correspondent says that address would be a safer w a y than to send it to a Convent. M a r y W a r d ' s nuns in Soviet-ruled Austria!

DRAGON. Now

'tis best just to warn you what Murphy was like; He was fifty or round there, an excitable type.

He had only left Ireland a few months ago And taken a station, somewhere near Onslow.

They

galloped for miles through the wakening bush, With only some parrots to break the quiet hush; Till at length an old homestead was seen through the trees, And Murphy said "Home! but be quiet if you please."

The sun was high up, and the birds flying round, Screeched a welcome, but Murphy crept down on the ground, "Go slowly," he said, as he picked up a gun, "And if it roars at you, be ready to run!"

So they crept through the bushes, and clubs in each hand, Went slowly and cautiously in the dry sand; Then he showed them the dragon and levelled his gun— A frilly-necked lizard asleep in the sun!

—JOCELYN DUNPHY

(11),

Loreto, Claremont, W . A .

L O R E T O

The Heritage of Loreto

By M A R Y E T H E L R E D A It means much to be a Loreto girl. It means more as you grow older, realising the value of the high ideals the n u n s have given you.

In the rough a n d tumble of modern living you might lose some—but not theirs, for they are timeless, with a practical application to every sphere of adult life. T h i s is the Loreto heritage.

M e m o r y brings back the w o r d " r a m p a r t , ' from our beautiful school hymn. Loreto training is all that a n d more. It is a passport a n d a seal of dignity with which to face all that life m a y bring.

Patiently, a n d o f t e n painfully instilled into young minds, these ideals sum up to a p a t t e r n of behaviour unexcelled; a formula for living, safe and workable for the old girl as it is for those still being trained in our schools.

A s a journalist of varied experience, with some knowledge of m a n y phases of community life, I have yet to find a better system, based as it is on a spiritual rock a n d the garnered culture a n d wisdom of ages.

Reviewing the effect of my school training in post-school life I feel that I am writing, too, of all those t h o u s a n d s of d a u g h t e r s of the great Institute privileged to come under the beloved banner of royal blue.

T h a t habit of prayer. It clings to me still. In a busy and sometimes overwhelming life I have had much need of it. A difficult assignment comes my w a y ; I am confused, even a little fearful. Back comes the drone of y o u n g voices in D a w s o n Street's old senior school . . . " M y dear Jesus, m a y I do all'' . . . . I find myself mentally singing it once more, calling in panic on the H o l y Spirit a n d the H o l y M o t h e r to speed my wavering pencil as I did at exams, so m a n y years ago.

M i d d a y or midnight tolling of city bells remind me that it is A n g e l u s time; a n d T u e s d a y will always be the day for St. A n n e ' s Seven Hail M a r y s and a pleasant surprise. T h e surprise is not a l w a y s pleasant; no matter, the Hail M a r y s are the thing!

A n d the nuns' social training. F o r this I am on my knees to them in gratitude. H o w painfully, often rebelliously, I learned that the soft -voice, gentle, gracious and dignified ways, t h o u g h t f u l ness a n d unselfishness, the quietly smart, immaculate dress, the well-groomed air, w e r e the b a d g e s of true womanliness. N o matter h o w m a n y times I have failed in these qualities, I k n o w that I should not, a n d recall those ten-minute etiquette lessons.

T o this d a y I remember to take my gloves on the briefest a n d most trivial errand; to reduce to

MORRIS.

order my cluttered desk, even if it is one o'clock in the morning; to respect the property of others as I would' my own. All these things are fruits of a sound training, learned better than I knew.

A n d the education w e received in other gracious w a y s . . . . art, literature, music, the fostering of the desire to collect innumerable bits and pieces of cultural knowledge that seldom fail to fill some need in a f t e r life. I could quote from my o w n experience unlimited references to this priceless b a c k - g r o u n d , this treasury which yields just the right quotation, the specific grain of k n o w l e d g e which makes one equal to the occasion. All this because of the Dickens r e a d i n g s at sewing time; the encouragement to make the fullest use of the library; the W e d n e s d a y general lessons; the inspiration to seek the beautiful in flowers a n d plants, in the great a n d ancient crafts.

A n d music all the time. Clear, young voices raised in hymns. W h a t a habit of happiness the nuns gave us, instilling it through that joyous fellowship they so wisely e n c o u r a g e in their girls; ever festering the community group spirit; a l w a y s planning for brightness with feast day celebrations, concerts, games a n d other h a p p y interludes. " W h e r e do you Catholic women get your invincible gaiety of spirit," a great journalist once asked me. I had not realised that w e a p p a r e n t l y w e a r that spirit like a visible seal, but I tried to tell him that it w a s a matter of faith; that w e know w h e r e we are going, with sails full-set for the great a d v e n t u r e of E t e r n i t y .

Little space remains for me to tell of the many tributes to the efficiency of Loreto girls that I have h e a r d in professional, commercial and industrial circles. M y heart has been w a r m e d m a n y times to hear employers' praise of their courtesy, efficiency, stability a n d devotion to duty.

In these days w h e n e m p t y self-assurance, glamour a n d a brittle f a c a d e of wordliness have been raised as desirable s t a n d a r d s of y o u t h f u l behaviour, w e past a n d present girls of Loreto might be r e g a r d e d as anachronisms. W e l l , t h a n k G o d w e are. W e glory in being old-fashioned, living and thinking according to the high principles taught us by our nuns on the pattern of the saints.

Listen a n d think, you y o u n g girls of Loreto w h o might r e a d this.

Consciously a n d deliberately absorb all the precious things the n u n s have to give you. D o not let one smallest grain of their store-house of knowledge escape you. Its value is above all price. Keep it. Y o u are going to need it all, every minute of your lives.

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Loreto Convent, Dawson Street, Ballarat

PREFECTS, M a r g a r e t Kelly, M a r y M o l a n

1948.

( H e a d ) , M o n i c a T e h a n , P a u l i n e Davey.

SENIOR

SCHOOL.

Back Row: M . M c C a b e , R. C a r r o l l , M . N o l a n , M . O'Reilly, P. J a m e s , S. J e n k i n s , C. W r i g h t , C. Garvey, P. Czynski.

F o u r t h Row: E. M a t h e s o n , E. F i t z p a t r i c k , M. Cotter, P. Y o u n g M . B u t t o n , P. G r a y , D. Metz, L. Sykes, K. B u t t o n , M. K e n n e d y T h i r d Row: J . P o d b u r y , M. S t a p l e t o n , M . Davies, B. M u r r a y , M . Emery, H . M c K i b b o n , B. Davies, M. D o n n e l l y , P. T u p p e n , I. K e n n a , A. C u n n i n g h a m .

S e c o n d Row: M. O'Reilly, J . H a y , P. D a v e y , J . Brown, M. Kelly, M. Burke, M. M o l a n , K. N o l a n ,

M. T e h a n ,

J.

Findlay,

M. C u m m i n s , B. Fox. F r o n t Row: M. Carlilr, M. C a l n i n , A. P o d b u r y , K. J a m e s , C. C a l n i n .

JUNIOR

SCHOOL.

Back Row: D. Rosser, M. O ' H a l l o r a n , C. Venville, L. W a l k e r , M. W a l s h , H . M c G o l d r i c k , J . M a d d e n , M. Maxwell, M. Pierce, L. I r v i n g , H . N o l a n .

F o u r t h Row: B. B o n g i o r n o , J . P r i o r , S. Muller, M. N o l a n , N . P r i o r , A. O p i e , E. D o n n e l l y , H . Davey, P. Q u i n l a n , R. Coutts.

T h i r d Row: G. W o o d f o r d , J . B e d f o r d , L. Doblie, N . D o n n e l l y , P. Q u i n l a n , P. Brown, C. T o o m e y , E. Doblie, A. D a v i s o n , Y. A s h k a r , C. M c C l u r e , G. Pell, M. B e r g a n .

Second Row: P. W e b s t e r , P. W e b s t e r , J . N o r t o n , A . Re, M . Cook, L. G e m m o l a , P. G r a y s o n , K. C o g h l a n , C. A r m s t r o n g , J . F i n d l a y , J . O ' C a l l a g h a n , A. D o n n e g a n , F. Pye, C. P a r r o t , S. H a y e s .

F r o n t Row: M . T a r a n t o , D . Scott, R. Butler, E. O ' H a l l o r a n , T . A r m s t r o n g , P. D o b s o n , M. Mallet, B. G a l l a g h e r , B. O ' K e a n e , R. S m i t h , T . T a r a n t o , T . B r a u e r , J . C o g h l a n , R. Scott.

First T e n n i s F o u r , Loreto, D a w s o n Street: Betty M u r r a y , J o a n F i n d l a y , M a r g a r e t Kelly, J o a n

Brown.

S e c o n d T e n n i s F o u r , Loreto, D a w s o n Street: J o a n H a y , P a u l i n e Davey, M a r y C u m m i n s , M a u r e e n

Davies.

V i g o r o T e a m , 1 9 4 8 . — S t a n d i n g : P. Y o u n g , B. Davies, K. N o l a n , A. C u n n i n g h a m , P. T u p p e n .

Sitting: M. M c C a b e , C. Garvey, M . T e h a n , M . M o l a n , M. N o l a n , L. Sykes, P. G r a y .

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JUNIOR

SCHOOL

LORETO CONVENT,

D A W S O N STREET,

BALLARAT

LORETO CONVENT, 1-

Junior School.

2.

N e e d l e w o r k Class, P r e p a r a t o r y a n d E l e m e n t a r y .

PORTLAND 3..

Music Club.

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Boys' C o l l e g e .

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The School,

L O R E T O

School Vignettes School Lockers Here we are back again for another vear! Back with mixed feelings of pleasure and regret—back through the old familiar, green gate and along the verandah, greeting familiar faces as we passed into the glass passage to find the number of our hat-peg for that year.

But w h a t a strange sight greeted us as we stepped into the passage. An unfamiliar, outdoor scent of newly-cut pine lingered in the air. Gone were the long line of hooks, with their numbers painted on small squares of white paper beneath them, gone were the two long tables which usually held the bags and suit-cases, often, alas! the cause of many long lectures on the perils that attend disorder.

Instead were rows of shining brown lockers with gleaming, silver locks and hinges..

They reached high up the walls and stretched along both sides.

For a few moments everyone stood amazed.

T h e n there was a wild scramble to find numbers and claim a locker.

A great commotion fol-

lowed— (a thing only allowed on F I R S T D A Y S in the passage) as proud owners explored every corner of their new possessions.

M y locker was number 8. W i t h eager pleasure I tried the lock and experienced a thrill of excitement as it opened to my touch. T h e lockers were made of brown maisonite a n d had a pleasing, new smell. A little brass chain kept the doors from opening too wide, and banging against the next locker, or perhaps, its owner!

In years to come, as new children inhabit the school, they will never know the squeezing a n d the struggling that once took place in the old passage.

W e , w h o remember, offer wholehearted thanks to the " O l d Girls," who made this transformation possible.

Here's a hearty cheer to the Old Girls, For the lockers shining and new; And we'll keep our things all spick and span In gratitude to you.

AILEEN CUNNINGHAM, Loreto, D a w s o n Street.

Sports Jottings February 1 0 t h — W e held our first meeting. This year the Captains are:— L o y o l a — M a r y Cummins; St. P h i l o m e n a ' s — M a r g a r e t Kelly; and K o s t k a — M a r y Molan.

of defeat. For alas! our hopes of fame were literally "smashed to the net."

It seemed rather a shame that our one victory had to be over the Old Girls, after they assured us they had practised so hard, too!

H o u s e T e a m s lining u p f o r e v e n t s

O u r first term was devoted mainly to Tennis.

W e began the season with high hope, never dreaming we were soon to taste the bitter dregs

First T e n n i s IV. Page N i n e

L O R E T O M a r c h 15th—Betty M u r r a y a n d Joan Findlay rose hiaher in our estimation for their victory over C l a r e n d o n College opponents.

O n e thing admired by all (particularly the Leaving Class) w a s the courageous manner in which all teams r e t u r n e d time a f t e r time to break t h e n e w s to the nuns, who, even in the face of stern defeat, never lost faith in them.

July 1 2 t h — W e felt no little pride in being able to send two representatives to M e l b o u r n e to play in the V . C . L . T . A . Schoolgirl C h a m p i o n s h i p s — P a t Y o u n g in the U n d e r 14 section a n d Helen M c G o l d r i c k in the U n d e r 12. P a t met her W a t e r loo in the semi-finals a n d Helen hers in the q u a r ter-finals. Better luck next year, P a t a n d Helen!

M A R Y M O L A N & M A R G A R E T KELLY, Loreto, D a w s o n Street.

Vigoro Team.

H e l e n N o l a n , aged 10, of Loreto, D a w s o n St., has w a t c h e d her playmates with an observant a n d humorous eye. A n d with w h a t verve she has d r a w n them!

Second Tennis IV.

M a r c h 17th-—Vigoro match against M a r y ' s M t .

St. Patrick's day d a w n e d brilliantly, a n d excitement r a n high as the rival teams prepared to meet in combat. T h e wicket t h r o u g h o u t the match remained dry because of the glorious sunshine that usually prevails in Ballarat! W e w e r e the victors b y a slight margin. M a r y ' s M t . w o n the T e n n i s — a good win, too.

June 1 s t — W i n t e r has begun in good earnest.

Basket Ball is the game, a n d w e hope to have better luck in the field. T h e r e are six teams a n d our coach, M i s s M a r s h a l l , comes every week for four of them. O n e of our most interested onlookers thinks w e would do much better if our mouths did not e x p a n d quite so much a n d quite so o f t e n . W e a r e glad of advice a n d w e a r e doing our best to follow it.

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Behind the Scenes With a Curtain-Puller T h e stage is set for the great event, and the actresses, a r r a y e d in bright peasant costumes, eagerly take their respective places. T h e glamour of the whole affair is written clearly upon each face. Hidden from view are the cool and collected curtain-pullers, or, more correctly, the jacks-of-alltrades. Anxious questions—"Have you the rat? my light? the lame boy's stick?" receive satisfactory answers. " A r e they ready yet? Tell me when to s t a r t — W a i t until the Director gives the signal."

Meanwhile the curtain-puller tugs cautiously at the rope (we don't w a n t a recurrence of the mishap of the rehearsal night!)

At last all is ready. T h e time has come for the presentation of " T h e Pied Piper" to a large and expectant audience.

T h e accompaniste's agile fingers glide over the keys—Heave-ho! the dropscreen—used only for the first impression—is raised by the energetic lighter, and then all shoulders to the piano immediately the Prologue concludes. In the congestion the accompaniste's lamp does a precarious jerk towards the floor and then regains its balance. Someone is entangled in a mass of wire, and finally the curtain-puller scrambles back to her position a n d desperately takes possession of the fateful rope.

Peep-o through the side and she sees her aide-de-camp is r e a d y — t h e curtain slides back delightfully and the audience sit back to enjoy an evening of melodious vocal talent and superb acting. N o such rest for the curtain-puller beside the piano. Suddenly she hears: "Pull the curtain back, I w a n t to see Jan do his part, please, dear." O n the drama runs, the curtain-puller, one arm extended, holding a w a y the drapings to ensure the required view,

suddenly hears the last " B a h , " and makes a breathless dive for the rope. T h e curtain flies back with extreme rapidity, a n d the puller dashes noiselessly upon the stage to assist the furniture removal.

T h e next scene passes similarly. T h e curtainpuller has the task of pushing a stool to the fore when it is time for the lame boy to sit down, a black curtain is thrust into her hand while the light is focussed for the beautiful moonlight scene.

Again she hears the voice by her s i d e — " N e a r l y ready for page so-and-so." A desperate rush to discover the page and it is ready ten minutes ahead.

T h o r o u g h l y absorbed in the beauty of the performance, again she hears the voice murmur: ' W r h e r e is the violinist? Tell her it is time to come in." Dropping everything, the curtainpuller makes a dash to search for the missing one, and finds her outside the door. Yes, this is better than the rehearsal night!

T h e n the solemn church bells toll. In between bursts of subdued laguhter, one may hear the faintest chime imaginable. H a n d it over to the Director, that is better—the chime is clear and full. T h e curtain-puller now relaxes to hear the beautiful strains of the " A v e M a r i a . " All goes well. At last the final curtain sweeps joyfully across, everyone murmurs, " D e o Gratias, and the curtain-puller vanishes within a split second to the sound of sweet but unnecessary thanks from the accompaniste.

MARY BYRNE, M a r y ' s M o u n t Matriculation.

Mary's Mount Notes T h e Houses vote and M a r g a r e t H a g e r is reelected Captain of W a r d with M a r i e M u l c a h y again Vice-Captain; Jan Corrigan is Captain of Mulhall, with Elizabeth Eskdale, Vice-Captain; M a u r e e n Delahunty is Captain of Barry, with Cecilia Tonzing, Vice-Captain.

Miss Lyons comes to coach the Soft-ball teams and we move the diamond a few feet east to get a clear throw to first base. At practice the spectators show amusement. Certainly it is a game that calls for skill.

O n M o n d a y s and T u e s d a y s w e have tennis lessons with M r . Bass. O u r hopes are high for the Ballarat School Girls' Tennis Championship.

M a r g a r e t H a g e r and Elizabeth Eskdale meet in the semi-finals. O n M a r c h 20th M a r y Johnson, of Queen's, defeated M a r g a r e t in the Finals.

In M a y the Catholic School Girls' T o u r n a m e n t

causes interest. Elizabeth Eskdale plays for us in the Q u a r t e r Finals of the U n d e r 18 and the SemiFinals of the U n d e r 16.

W e play matches with Loreto, Dawson Street, Clarendon College and Queen's. At the end of 1st Term, W a r d leads in tennis points, with Mulhall second.

V i g o r o matches proceed apace, and at the end of 1st T e r m W a r d leads with Mulhall second.

T h e match with Manderville on June 19th opens the Basket-ball season. W e play Clarendon, then Queen's. T h e A, B and C matches with Loreto, D a w s o n Street, complete a successful season, the return matches at Manderville being the only defeats. Barry and W a r d stand equal for Basketball a n d Soft-ball points, with Mulhall one point behind.

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M. R. A. Club W e re-opened our Club this year with m a n y n e w members, a n e w Directress, a n d n e w ideas.

W e called on O u r L a d y Q u e e n of A n g e l s to be our patroness, a n d took for our title, " M . R . A .

C l u b " ( M a r i a Regina A n g e l o r u m ) . T h e motto decided on w a s : " N o b l e s s e Oblige," a motto which w e shall be able to carry into a n y sphere of life w h e n w e leave school.

D u r i n g the meetings, held every week, books such as " T h e S c r e w t a p e Letters," Benson's "Life of St. T h o m a s of C a n t e r b u r y , " p r e p a r a t o r y to the r e a d i n g of T . S. Elliot's " M u r d e r in the C a t h e d r a l " w e r e read a n d discussed. E v e r y first M o n d a y of the month, however, with Mother Superior's kind permission, w e hold our meetings in the Reception Room, the occasion being generally marked by a d e b a t e a n d followed b y a f t e r noon tea, at which two of the officers of the Club act as hostesses.

A s part of our M a v D a y celebrations, a f t e r the traditional election of the prefects for the year,

and the crowning of O u r Lady, it w a s suggested that the M . R . A . Club should honour their Q u e e n by a dramatic representation in the form of tableaux based on G. K. C h e s t e r t o n ' s beautiful poem, " T h e Q u e e n of the Seven S w o r d s . " T w o of our most gifted reciters read the poems while the historic p a g e a n t s dealing with the seven countries of the poem took place in the b a c k g r o u n d .

T h e Club includes also, an A r t s a n d C r a f t s section a n d a D r a m a t i c Society, a n d w e hope soon to h a v e a journalistic branch. It also covers a good deal of Catholic Action work, a n d aims at giving us a wider knowledge of literature, history a n d fiction, t h a n is f o u n d in our school course of studies. T h e m a n y debates a n d discussions give us practice in conversing intelligently on a given subject a n d a clearer u n d e r s t a n d i n g of important facts. It is also a means of giving praise to O u r L a d y by doing everything in her honour.

N—, (Loreto, C l a r e m o n t ) .

Reflections It is June 6th, the eve of our h a l f - y e a r l y examinations. I have been trying to analyse my t h o u g h t s for some time n o w — t i m e which could have been wisely spent in study. It is strange, but this same kind of depression descends on me every year at this time. I a l w a y s resolve to keep my reading up to date a n d to learn the w o r k set each day, so that next time I shall feel quite secure w h e n that a w f u l hour arrives.

But alas! it is a l w a v s the same old story.

A s I glance furtively at my next door neighbour, I am convinced that she is suffering from much the same complaint. In fact I can't see a n y one w h o looks at ease. T h e r e seems to be r a t h e r a frantic rush to learn or cram all the w o r k w e have covered since last F e b r u a r y .

I felt quite envious of the people d o w n South, in M a y w h e n my p e n - f r i e n d told me that their holidays w e r e due a n d the reports given out, a n d at last they w e r e h o m e w a r d bound. N o w it is my turn to make them feel envious; while they a r e s t u d y i n g in freezingly cold classrooms, w e will bask in S u n n y Q u e e n s l a n d .

I felt so peaceful y e s t e r d a y morning. W e h a d just emerged from our a n n u a l retreat. W e all enjoyed the retreat a n d felt sure that w e would be better in the future, s t r e n g t h e n e d b y G o d ' s grace to keep our resolutions. In fact I thought that I should never have a n o t h e r w o r r y . O n e rather interesting practice the priest recommended to us Page Twenty-Seven

w a s calculated to strengthen our will power. W e w e r e to lace a n d unlace our shoes slowly a n d deliberately five times each d a y for a year, or if this seemed too strenuous for us, an alternative exercise would be to turn over one h u n d r e d pages of a book very slowly each d a y for the same period of time.

T h e examination setting has not been improved by the present cyclonic d o w n p o u r . W i t t y visitors from the South remind us that our S t a t e receives rain in summer a n d winter is dry, but at the present time the tourists are asking w h e t h e r it is winter or summer! T w o weeks s t e a d y drizzle— as a result our tennis finals have been postponed indefinitely.

H o w e v e r , the prospect of the last week of term cheers me a little; our last riding lesson, a photog r a p h y demonstration a n d something w e have been promised for a long time if w e w e r e very g o o d ! — " G r e a t E x p e c t a t i o n s " a n d the Davis C u p .

A n o t h e r item is the g r a n d mission drive, the raffles a n d the various other devices to obtain proceeds for it.

But alas! a n o t h e r dark cloud looms up before m e — b y that time our examination p a p e r s will be re-issued for correction.

H o r r i d thought!

On T h u r s d a y , it w o n ' t be long a'coming a n d t h e n — H o m e Sweet H o m e .

I V Y W E L C H (15), (Loreto, Brisbane)

Saturday Nights W h e t h e r triumphant over a basketball victory or d o w n - h e a r t e d b y a tennis defeat, the offer of early bed is declined on S a t u r d a y night. For w e are t h e members of a music a n d literary club, which meet on alternate S a t u r d a y s . A n d to miss either club—ah, w h a t a disaster! I shall leave the musicians to tell of the music hours, while I shall outline our attempts to w i d e n our literary horizons.

W e b e g a n with the Greeks, no less! But a quick survey of "Iphigenia in T a u r i s " w a s just not for the sake of meeting Euripides a n d his splendid story; but also for the joy of knowing that a translation, d o n e b y Sir Gilbert M u r r a y , can so introduce us to the realms Keats loved—"the realms of gold."

N e x t w e t u r n e d to a modern play, one embodying the best of Catholic Doctrine. It w a s one of Robert H u g h Benson's: " T h e U p p e r R o o m . " This, however, provokes an interesting problem: C a n a religious play be artistic? T h e club's opinion is that it can be, if a c t e d in accordance with Robert H u g h Benson's ideas. W e come back to " E v e r y man."

So, f r o m grave to g a y — o u r next evening w a s spent in parody! W e e n j o y e d G. K. C h e s t e r t o n ' s mimicry of Yeats, W h i t m a n a n d T e n n y s o n .

We w e r e especially amused by his skits on the millionaire. O n another evening w e w e r e delighted to renew acquaintance with C. J. D e n n i s a n d his "Sentimental Bloke." T o m a n y of the girls it w a s an introduction.

W e have h a d a f e w casual evenings, even resorting to topical articles on the O l d V i c a n d the Olivers. Some, but not all, h a d the privilege of seeing t h e C o m p a n y ' s presentation in S y d n e y of Richard III, a n d S h e r i d a n ' s "School of S c a n d a l . " It w a s solace to those w h o missed the p e r f o r m ances to hear a very interesting talk b y M r s .

M a c k e r r a s on the Olivers a n d their art, especially in Richard III. O u r literary club is appreciated a n d prized, a n d its memory will be indelibly inscribed in our "school d a y treasures."

MARGARET

CAREW,

( L e a v i n g ) , Loreto, N o r m a n h u r s t .

The School Play Last November, to celebrate the honour bestowed on our beloved Parish Priest, F a t h e r Moss, in being elevated to the dignity of a Domestic Prelate by the H o l y Father, we presented for him a Chinese play, entitled, " L a d y Precious S t r e a m . " It w a s the most ambitious play w e h a d ever undertaken, a n d lasted for two hours. T o create the correct atmosphere, the v e r a n d a h s a n d trees near the Hall w e r e decorated with Chinese lanterns, a n d the guests were ushered into their seats by prettily dressed Chinese a t t e n d a n t s .

There w a s Chinese music played at the beginning a n d end of each scene, a n d before entrances a n d exits.

T h e s t a g e w a s without scenery a n d the traditional " P r o p e r t y M e n " h a d a great responsibility resting on their shoulders.

T h e r e w e r e but t w o settings for the play, the garden of W a n g , the Prime Minister, a n d the cave of Hsih Ping-Kuei, at the beginning of the play, the gardener, a n d at the end, the King of the W e s t e r n Regions. T h e r e w a s also a scene at the T h r e e P a s s e s into China, w h e r e the a d v a n c e of an enemy w a s checked.

T h e family of W a n g , consisting of M a d a m , his wife, Golden Stream a n d Silver Stream, his daughters, a n d Su a n d W e i , his sons-in-law, met in the palace g a r d e n to discuss which of the m a n y

suitors should become the h u s b a n d of L a d y Precious Stream, the y o u n g e s t of W a n g ' s d a u g h ters. A f t e r much t h o u g h t — a n d t a l k — W a n g decided that on Precious S t r e a m ' s sixteenth birthd a y he would have a pavilion built in the g a r d e n from which Precious Stream would t h r o w a ball to the suitors waiting below, a n d w h o e v e r c a u g h t it should be her husband.

Precious Stream took " t h e will of the g o d s " into her own h a n d s a n d a r r a n g e d that Hsih, the g a r d ener, should catch the ball. It w a s most displeasing to W a n g that his best loved d a u g h t e r should marry a man of low degree, but he could not go back on his w o r d . A f t e r the w e d d i n g he appealed to Hsih to give up Precious Stream, w h o said he would, if Precious Stream wished it. W h e n she r e f u s e d to leave him she w a s disowned b y the W a n g family a n d w e n t to live in a cave which w a s the only home Hsih could offer her. All their grief t u r n s at last to happiness.

T h e costuming a n d s o u n d effects w e r e perfect, a n d the play w a s declared b y all to be excellent.

F o r this outstanding success w e must t h a n k our A r t of Speech teacher—Miss Kavanagh.

S H I R L E Y B E E S L E Y (Junior), Loreto, N e d l a n d s .

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Choir "Since Singing is so good a thinge, I wish all men would leavne to singe"; For "The better the voyce is, the meeter it is to honour and serve God therewith."

Inter-house Contest 1947 w a s won by " H o l y A n g e l s " Choir captained by P a t G a v a n - D u f f y .

"St. Cecilia" and "St. Francis" Choirs were captained respectively by P a d d y Curran and P a t Dudley.

T h e three P a t s have p a s t e d on their choirs to Judy Holmes, D o r o t h y Johnson and V o n Joyce.

W e are grateful to M r . H . Costello for the Panel of polished Kauri, a n d to M r . Johnson for the beautiful carving which surmounts it, of three Cherubs, who sing incessantly and with holy abandon, " T e Deum Laudamus." It has an honoured place beneath a picture of our Holy Mother, M a r y W a r d , whose children, we hope, will ever carry out her injunction to "be merry," and after her example of holy cheerfulness, be ready at all times, to sing thanksgiving and praise to the Master, even in the hour of desolation.

Missa C a n t a t a , every 4th S u n d a y of the month, in the Church of the Holy Rosary, the mornings of Q u a r a n t ' O r e (with special Benedictions at the Carmelite M o n a s t e r y on the feasts of O u r Lady of M t . Carmel and St. T h e r e s e of the Child Jesus,

Notes 1946 and 1947) form the usual routine of the year.

W e h a d the a d d e d honour of singing the M a s s when our beloved Parish Priest, the Rt. Rev. Monsignor M o s s w a s formally invested by His Grace, the Archbishop.

W h e n the "intelligentia" retired from the Choir in the third term of 1947 to concentrate solely on their approaching University examination, the younger members carried on magnificently, surprising a n d delighting everyone, parents, friends, and teachers, with a recital of their songs at an afternoon set aside for dancing and singing.

Confirmation took place on S u n d a y evening, 7th March, 1948, a n d the singing, it w a s reported, w a s w o r t h y of the occasion. A t the Commemoration of the F a i t h f u l Departed, the "Jesu Salvator mundi," with its accompanying "Miseremini mer." touched deeply those whose heard it, so poignant and fitting the combination of words and harmony.

T h e Sacred H e a r t of O u r Lord must have been specially pleased a n d consoled with the loyalty and self-denial of the Choir, who were ready for Missa C a n t a t a in the Parish Church before 6.30 a.m. on His feast day. Some of the girls came walking a distance of two miles; there were no buses or trams, and it was very, very dark!

N—, Loreto, Nedlands.

Sports Besides our enjoyable House matches in the third term of 1947, much of our time w a s devoted to tennis. W e played Genazzano, and although our A team w a s defeated, the honour of the school w a s upheld by the B's, w h o won by 15 games.

In a thrilling match with T o o r a k College w e were defeated by one game, but later our spirits were revived when we defeated Sacre Coeur in the last match of the year. W e played only one Softball match during the term, and were defeated by Genazzano, 9-5.

A t the Schoolgirls' Tennis Championships at Kooyong in December, Beth Ruffin won the U n d e r 16 Section. Congratulations, Beth!

1948.

T h e first sporting event of the year w a s the election of the Sports' Captains, who then chose n e w girls for the three houses. Sports' Captains for 1948 are: St. G e r t r u d e ' s — M o y a Byrne and M a r i e Bradv; St. Michael's—Geraldine Barclay a n d Beth Ruffin; St. T e r e s a ' s — A n n Forrest a n d Denise Lahz. M o y a , who was Captain of St. Page Fourteen

Gertrude's in 1947, w a s unanimously re-elected without a n y voting. She was later elected Sports' Captain and M a r i a n n e M c N a m a r a , of St. T e r e s a ' s House, was elected Tennis Captain.

W i t h the Christmas holidays still lingering in our minds, we flung ourselves with enthusiasm into tennis a n d softball. Five of last year's softball team h a d returned, and five of the 1947 T e n nis Eight were welcomed back with relief.

W e began our round of matches for 1948 with a tennis match against C.L.C., whom w e were meeting for the first time, and from which we emerged victorious. A few weeks later w e met M . C . E . G . G . S . on our own courts, and after a most thrilling match we were defeated by one game. N e x t came a match with T o o r a k College, in which our A. B a n d U n d e r 14 T e a m s were all victorious. • From the form shown by our 13-yearolds in this match, our tennis team in a few years' time should be one of the best we have ever had.

O n St. Patrick's D a y we celebrated with a match against a team of O l d Girls, composed of— Veronica Linehan and M a r g a r e t O ' G r a d y , Judith

L O R M o n t a g u e a n d Joan M a h o n , Elizabeth H e a l e y a n d W e n d y Dempsey and Anne Skehan and Diana R a w s o n . A f t e r a match, which m a d e up in hilarity which it might, perhaps, have lacked in skill, the O l d Girls w e r e defeated.

O u r last three matches for the term w e r e against Sacre Coeur, w h o d e f e a t e d us by 7 games; C.L.C., whom w e defeated; a n d Genazzano, against w h o m both our A a n d B teams w e r e victorious.

O n April 10th our A. a n d B Softball teams journeyed to G e n a z z a n o . A l t h o u g h the G e n a z zano teams s h o w e d their superiority b y winning both matches, w e s h o w e d much improvement over last y e a r ' s play, a n d will be practising h a r d for the return match in T h i r d T e r m .

M u c h of our time this term w a s taken up b y the Catholic T e n n i s T o u r n a m e n t s , a n d the Finals w e r e played at Kooyong a few days a f t e r w e h a d returned to school for the second term. W e w e r e well represented by both finalists in t w o of the four sections. Geraldine Barclay d e f e a t e d Barb a r a R y a n for the U n d e r 19 title, while in the final of the U n d e r 14 Section Josephine Little d e f e a t e d Mary Niall.

Congratulations also to Joy D o n o g h u e , w h o w o n the U n d e r 15 title at the Glen Iris School t o u r n a m e n t in M a y , a n d to Beth Ruffin, w h o w a s r u n n e r - u p in the U n d e r 16 section.

Basketball for the second term secured a bright a n d breezy start with a match against t h e O l d Girls on the 9th June. W e w e r e d e f e a t e d , but n o b o d y really seemed to mind! Five members of last y e a r ' s teams came to give us p r a c t i c e — N o r a h Cullity, D i a n a R a w s o n , Fiona Byrne, P a u l a Diviny a n d Caitlyn N o l a n , together with t h e everfaithful Judith M o n t a g u e .

O n 19th June our A a n d B teams journeyed to M a r y ' s M o u n t b y bus.

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had a more enjoyable time—unless it had been twice as long. The weather was an answer to prayer as the dav was a mild one for June.

A f t e r these matches the basketball season really started in earnest. W e visited Siena for the first time a n d returned victorious a f t e r a thrilling match on the A court which w e just m a n a g e d to win b y one goal. T h e n w e played C.L.C. here, our A s being defeated, but t h e B's f o u g h t to a d r a w . A f t e r defeating G e n a z z a n o , w e welcomed M a r y ' s M o u n t for a return match. T h i s time w e w o n on both courts, but in these friendly interLoreto meetings the scores seem the least importa n t things of all.

O n July 14th our A team d e f e a t e d Shelford, a n d a f e w days later G e n a z z a n o avenged the defeat of their A a n d B teams by beating our U n d e r 15 a n d 16 teams. O u r A a n d U n d e r 15 teams p l a y e d Lauriston on 30th July, a n d w e r e both successful. Later this term w e shall play matches against M . C . E . G . G . S . , Siena, Sacre Coeur a n d St. Catherine's.

W i t h only three more matches to be decided, the I n t e r - H o u s e basketball is in a most interesting position. It can be w o n by either St. G e r t r u d e ' s or St. Michael's, a n d a f t e r every match there is a frantic crowd of mathematicians before the Sports b o a r d a d d i n g up points.

I n t e r - H o u s e tennis matches w e r e p l a y e d during first term, a n d will be continued later in the year. Congratulations to St. Michael's, w h o won the 1948 Softball C u p a f t e r a thrilling " g r a n d final" with St. G e r t r u d e ' s , w h o almost pulled the match out of the fire w i t h a score of five in the last innings. If the remaining sporting events of the year a r e to be a s exciting as this match, it looks as t h o u g h 1948 will be memorable in Mandeville sporting annals.

MARIE BRADY, Loreto, T o o r a k .

Jacob H e w a s very low that d a y w h e n Providence directed me to him. I see him n o w — t h e sunken face, the w a s t e d h a n d s . O u r introduction w a s f o r m a l — j u s t c a s u a l — b u t little did I guess then that it w a s to be the beginning of a firm friendship. T h e doctor h a d just left. H i s verdict w a s grave—"serious h e a r t trouble."

T h e continual hollow coughing a n d wheezing told its o w n tale— rapid decline.

Jacob, in the evening of his life, remained the same patient guide as ever, enduring much opprobium t h r o u g h the ingratitude of the y o u n g friends w h o m he tried to help. I have sat gazing at the w o r n old face, learning from it the greatest lesson of all—the lesson of Time.

P a i n f u l rheumatics made it a g o n y for him to

move his h a n d s . H e w a s confined to a n a r r o w bed of suffering, near a w i n d o w facing the sea, t h r o u g h which at times the wild east w i n d whistled a n d moaned. But n o w old Jacob's d a y s are o v e r — f o r his T i m e is no more. T h e mainspring of life h a s s n a p p e d ; the once tireless h a n d s a r e stilled.

W o u l d that the heedless w o r l d h a d stopped its m a d rush a n d p a u s e d to listen to his unspoken m e s s a g e — t h e message of T i m e a n d of E t e r n i t y — " T i m e is; T i m e was; T i m e ' s p a s t " ; for Jacob, ancient inhabitant of Saint Catherine's, w a s our class-room clock.

MARY BOSTOCK, Intermediate Class, P o r t l a n d .

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To a Damsel in Despondency Dear lady 'twere a melancholy thing, A sad and sorry happening, If gravity o'er came you in the spring.

Have you not seen the glorious blue sky; Domed clouds floating by, Early flowers nestling shy?

Tonight I went to meet the evening air, Cold, blue with haze; To stare at the golden lights it wrapped around, Far over by the shore.

There!

Near the soft, black pall of ocean (Misted candles by a bier in some Cathedral).

Then raised my eyes above the pines A.nd could not stir, nor breathe, nor anything.

For veriest delight, for ecstasy, it was so fair. . .

Blue Heaven melting above a star.

The moral of the story, lady, dear (Though tending to periphrasis I fear), Is not to be so grave as you appear.

M — , Loreto, Claremont.

MARY. Little maiden, Nazarene, Sweetest blossom ever seen; With thy little face serene, Lead me home.

Little mother, little maid, Thou so pure and unafraid; Bring me back whence I have Lead me home.

strayed.

Little virgin, like a star, Shining sweetly from afar; Bring me where the angels are, Lead me home.

And when Christ, thy Son, shall come, In that hour when all are dumb; When I draw my latest breath, Be thou near me in my death; Lead me home.

— I N G R I D K A P P E R , Loreto, T o o r a k .

(Prize winning poem in the M a r i a n Literature Competition, conducted by the Professional M e n ' s Sodality, M e l b o u r n e ) .

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Dream Lady: Sonia Dillon.

Soldiers (left to r i g h t ) : D e n i s F a u l k n e r , M a u r i c e B u r k e , J o h n B y r n e , P e t e r H a y d e n .

M o o n : Patsy O ' S u l l i v a n .

Fairies ( s e a t e d ) : M a r g a r e t H o l m e s , J u d y Besemeres. ( S t a n d i n g ) : J o a n Bedford, A n n e Ryan, Finola Joyce.

(Raised): J o a n F a u l k n e r , M a r g a r e t Besemeres.

Dolls: A n n e t t e F a u l k n e r , J a n e t O ' L o g h l e n , Elizabeth F r a z e r , H e l e n Powell.

EI ves: G a y J o s h u a , M a r g o t H a y d e n .

F a i r y - T a l e F o l k : P r i n c e , A n n V a u g h a n ; Princess, M a r g o t P o d g e r ; P a g e , G o r d o n P e n d l e b u r y ; T r a i n - b e a r e r , M a r g a r e t O ' L o g h len; C a u r t L a d i e s : (L) J a n i c e Besemeres, J u d i t h M a h o n e y ; (R) D i a n a G e o r g e , M a r g a r e t R i c k a r d .

Centre: Janice Colvin.

G o o s e Girl, J a n e t H a y d e n ; L i t t l e R e d - C a p , P a m B y r n e ; S n o w W h i t e , M a r y Lou M o o r h e a d ; Rose Red, Annette Bongiorno,

PIED PIPER, MAYOR A N D COUNCIL,

TOWNSMAN.

L e f t to r i g h t : T h e r e s e O ' D o n o h u e , E l i z a b e t h E s k d a l e , M a r y R o b i n s o n , M a u r e e n S h i n n i c k , J a n C o r r i g a n , M a u r e e n M a r g o t Barfield, R o y l y n Phillips, M a r g a r e t T o b i n .

Delahunty,

This Australia Life on a Government Station in New Guinea M y first glimpse of N e w G u i n e a w a s P o r t M o r e s b y last December. I h a d h e a r d so m a n y d e r o g a t o r y r e m a r k s about t h a t port that I w a s astonished at its b e a u t y . T h e hills w e r e every conceivable s h a d e of blue a n d green; the poinsettias in full riotous bloom, a n d t h e frangipanni!

N e v e r have I seen more beautiful blossoms. A n d growing wild! . . . T h e ship s t a y e d in M o r e s b y for three lazy days.

F r o m the upper deck w e w o u l d w a t c h the interesting aspects of native life as men a n d women w e n t out fishing. All round us w a s colour—-such as f e w of us h a d seen before.

A t S a m a r a i the w a t e r w a s the deepest blue imaginable. T h e green of the trees w a s a vivid contrast to the fresh y o u n g grasses, a n d the a u t u m n a l s h a d e s in the cocoanut fronds.

War has left its mark on this once busy port.

O u r next stop w a s Lae . . . the hottest place to which I have ever been. O n S u n d a y a f t e r n o o n , w e drove out to the W a r C e m e t e r y . It is beautiful. Built high on a plateau, it is g u a r d e d on three

Cultivating Spinach near

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sides by the Finisterre R a n g e s . O n this d a y the sun shone gently on the hallowed ground: the blue mountain p e a k s w e r e hidden b y little white clouds; a n d to the north the sea could be h e a r d breaking lazily on the rocks below. T h o u s a n d s of white crosses mark the resting place of the men w h o f o u g h t against the Japanese. All sleep as they f o u g h t — t o g e t h e r . N a t i v e s cut the grasses and tend t h e flowers. O t h e r w i s e little but the cries of the birds disturb the breathless peace.

W i t h i n a f e w d a y s w e arrived at M a d a n g , and my h u s b a n d a n d I w e r e sailing down to S a i d o r — t o our home. W h e n w e arrived at the port, two very

black natives carried me t h r o u g h the surf a n d deposited me in the midst of placidly curious native w o m e n a n d their picaninnies. T h e heat a n d the wind h a d b u r n t my f a c e to a most unbecoming red, and, knowing no pidgin, I h a d to s t a n d in silence to be s t a r e d at until Jack w a s b r o u g h t to the shore. H e told me the picaninnies w e r e commenting on the w a y the sun h a d " c o o k e d " me.

T h e G o v e r n m e n t station comprises twelve a n d a half h e c t a r e s of g a r d e n a n d t r e e - s h a d e d walks.

W h e n I first s a w the t h o u s a n d s of cultivated flowers I could h a r d l y believe my eyes. A n d the butterflies! T h e y looked like small birds, but as they alighted on flowers I could see blue emperors, a n d green, red, o r a n g e a n d white butterflies. O u r house is large a n d cool—very attractive with its thatch of kunei grass, walls a n d blinds of woven bamboo a n d floors of limbung palm. F o u r natives work in the house for me-—they clean a n d polish a n d scrub a n d a r e finished b y nine o'clock in the morning! N e a r l y every morning I go for a ride on one of the three horses—relics of Japanese occupation. Some roads, m a d e b y the Americans, are kept f r e e from growth; but most a r e mere tracks that lead a n y w h e r e .

Japanese foxholes are everywhere, a n d the u n c a n n y stillness of the bush makes me expect a little yellow man to pop out of his hiding-place one d a y . . . . Sometimes w e have to meet a plane at the airstrip on the other side of the N a n k i n a River. T o reach there, w e must either send a b o y on a h e a d to swim the horses across while w e literally crawl over the swaying vine bridge, or swim t h e horses through the icy cold w a t e r ourselves. I p r e f e r getting wet to walking on that bridge. It is built at a t e r r i f y ing height a n d moves up a n d d o w n a n d from side to side at each cautious step.

Just a f t e r I arrived here, a singsing, similar to an aborigines corroboree, w a s held. F o r days, natives from villages a w a y u p in t h e mountain fastnesses h a d been arriving. All d a y long, d r u m s w e r e beaten, n o w fast, n o w s l o w — e v e r y o n e w o r k ing himself to a pitch. A t s u n d o w n w e h e a r d the first line of natives singing and beating their k u n dus. A f t e r a while t w o other lines joined in. so Jack a n d I w a l k e d to the ground.

T h e w o m e n a n d picaninnies d a n c e in a circle outside t h e men, and, except for strings of polished dogs' teeth or shells a r o u n d their necks and flower a n d grass decorations, t h e y w o r e their usual grass PageSeventyThree

L O R E T O skirts. H o w tiny babies survive being carried round and round amidst the terrific noise from sunset to d a w n is a miracle. T h e little picaninnies singsing as soon as they can walk, a n d yell vociferously when it is their turn to sing. T h e y look very sweet in their tiny grass skirts, small necklaces, and fairy-like headdresses. T h e s e are circlets of tiny white cockatoo feathers with four small, red, bulrush-like grasses standing up round the edge. T h e y make the children look like birthday cakes.

Q u i t e suddenly I f o u n d I w a s able to distinguish one song from another, a n d discovered, too, the m a n y different drumbeats of each group. T h e melodies were quite unusual but fascinating to listen to, a n d if I knew the dialects of the Rai Coast I'd know now the age-old legends a n d histories of the villages. Later on in the night an old ex-sergeant in the police force told us some of the legends a n d explained the dances a n d gestures to us.

T o some people maybe this station sounds

lonely, for there are no white women within miles •—a day's ride at least—and our nearest neighbour, F a t h e r W a l d , though a little closer, is nearly always a w a y doing mission w o r k amongst the p a g a n s a n d checking up on the catechists' work.

However, I don't think it is lonely. If heavy rains prevent the plane from bringing the mail on T u e s days it is very disappointing, for letters a n d n e w s papers are all w e have to give us news.

A n y time I feel like seeing the bright lights of M a d a n g or Finchhafen, I just pack a n d go by plane. Seeing the country from the air is rather awe-inspiring.

T h o u g h I confess that I came to N e w Guinea with some trepidation, I now would not hesitate to tell all w h o would like to come here to have no fears. It is certainly a beautiful, w o n d e r f u l country.

N O R M A GRIFFIN (Hay), Government Station, Saidor, Rai Coast, N e w Guinea. ( P a s t Pupil, Loreto, D a w s o n Street, Ballarat).

Green Island Back on Green Island again! I have found out that it w a s discovered by C a p t a i n Cook w h o named it after Green, a naturalist with the expedition. T h e Island, originally an outcrop of coral, has grown to its present size (thirty-two acres) by s a n d deposits and sea debris gathered there through the ages. Plant life, w a s h e d there by the flooded rivers on the mainland, has taken root a n d developed thick tropical jungle. T h e birds, too, have carried seed—all of which has a d d e d to its vegetation.

1 used to think there w a s no bird life here, but there is. W e are here earlier this year, a n d the birds are here in hundreds. T h e land birds are silver-eyes, which are like canaries, but have a silver-grey circle around each eye. O t h e r land birds are ground pigeons a n d T o r r e s Strait pigeons. T h e ground pigeon is a rather spectacular little chap with a mauve breast, green wings a n d a little white spot at the top of each. T h e T o r r e s Strait pigeons are only just arriving, a n d as yet I have not seen one.

A s for sea birds, there are dozens of them. T h e long-legged herons, both black and white, are to be seen on the beaches, waiting for some unsuspecting little fish to come up. T h e n there are the terns which come mainly from Upola sand bank, but often spend the night here. W h e n the sardines are around, these birds circle round, then swoop down hitting the water like a rocket. If lucky, they return with a fish. T h e white-cap Page Eigteen

n o d d y is a black bird with a little white crest on his head; he also lives on fish. I have not seen the stormy petrel, but have often heard his shrill cry when the weather is bad. I believe he is rather large with a wing span like an eagle's. W e have visited Upola sand bank, and were agreeably surprised to find that it really is a bird island. T h e whole island would not measure more than an acre, and it is only about two feet above sea-level.

T h e only vegetation there is a roly-poly vine on which the h u n d r e d s of terns lay their eggs a n d hide their young. I discovered several unsuccessful attempts to hide these babies, and so w a s able to have a good look at the fluffy, wee things.

W e have also visited Arlington Reef, about six miles from Green Island. T h i s reef is part of the main Barrier Reef a n d has no island on it. T o land on Arlington the weather must be calm a n d the sea flat; otherwise the ship would be smashed to pieces on Nigger H e a d s , which are huge boulders of coral rock. T h e day w e went there w a s almost a flat calm, so landing w a s easy. A s w e are trying to get a shell collection together, M u m m y and I started turning over the rocks in the hope of finding something. W e did! E v e r y upturned rock displayed a beautiful—often a f a n tastically lovely—shell. In the course of our search we discovered m a n y strange specimens of marine life: sea hares, a n d richly coloured stone fish. I s a w for the first time the extremely poisonous species of stone fish. Its sting causes paralysis

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a n d agonizing pain which can recur w h e n the victim is n e a r salt w a t e r . T h e r e h a v e not been m a n y cases of d e a t h c a u s e d b y the sting, but a patient sometimes goes insane f r o m the pain, which m a y last for months. A n o t h e r s a v a g e c r e a t u r e is t h e conger eel, with its large m o u t h containing r o w s of sharp, pointed teeth . . . W h e n leaving A r l i n g -

ton, w e s a w the magnificently coloured coral in its delicate s h a p e s s p r e a d out in t h e fantastic seag a r d e n below us.

SONJA MACKENZIE, G r e e n Island, via Cairns, N o r t h Q u e e n s l a n d . ( P a s t Pupil, Loreto, N o r m a n h u r s t ) .

Marble Bar W e s t . A u s t r a l i a n s a r e p r o u d of their vast State, a n d justifiably so, for some of its t o w n s have a w o r l d - w i d e reputation: Kalgoorlie—the inland Capital, built on t h e f a m o u s golden mile; Broome — t h e pearl of the N o r t h , visited b y t h a t great sailor a n d buccaneer, D a m p i e r , in the f a r off seventeenth century; A l b a n y — o n King G e o r g e ' s Sound, f a m e d for its magnificent h a r b o u r . But n o n e so famous, from other points of view, as the little gold mining t o w n of M a r b l e Bar, situated in the f a r north of our State, 1,000 air miles from P e r t h .

T h e Bar across the C o o n g a n River a f e w miles from M a r b l e Bar. W h e n the citizens of P e r t h sizzle in the summer heat, they cool themselves b y reflecting that at M a r b l e Bar it is about 20 degrees hotter a n d there a r e no sea beaches at the Bar in which to obtain relief from the heat in the summer solstice; for in fact M a r b l e Bar is one of t h e hottest places on the earth, a n d jocularly is r e f e r r e d to as the hottest place outside the domain of Lucifer.

Although much gold is f o u n d at M a r b l e B a r — a n d it w a s gold t h a t gave rise to its existence—its prominence is d u e to the continued high t e m p e r a t u r e s which the t o w n e n d u r e s in the summertime. T h e

normal average t e m p e r a t u r e is 80, a n d it h a s a record of 135 consecutive d a y s w h e n the temperature s o a r e d above the century. T h o u g h this torrid t e m p e r a t u r e sorely tries its inhabitants, yet they are p r o u d of the t o w n record, a n d a r e jealous of rivals.

T h e r e is a story told t h a t in one summer the t e m p e r a t u r e s w e r e over the c e n t u r y for 130 days, a n d t h e r e w a s every likelihood that a n e w w o r l d smashing record w a s about to be made, w h e n on the 131st d a y the t e m p e r a t u r e failed to reach the century. T h e next d a y it rose above the century a n d remained so for a n o t h e r period of 20 days.

T o this blow of f a t e in the break of the temperatures the residents h a v e not yet become reconciled.

T h e t o w n which t o - d a y is, in size, only a village, w a s one time the centre of great gold-mining activity. It received its n a m e f r o m a h u g e mass of mineral k n o w n as Jasper, which a p p e a r s to have fallen out of a hill to form a Bar across the C o o n g a n River, which flows t h r o u g h the district.

T h i s river in the summer-time, which is the rainy season, is a h u g e sheet of w a t e r . In the w i n t e r t i m e — k n o w n as the d r y — t h e river is a series of long a n d deep pools. T h e w a t e r , w h e n the river is in flood, flows across the Jasper Bar a n d gives the Jasper the a p p e a r a n c e of marble; hence the name of t h e t o w n nestling near it.

It is of interest to k n o w that in this river there are fish, put there, it is said, b y the explorer, G r e g o r y , on one of his explorations t h r o u g h the north of W e s t e r n Australia in the very early days.

It is a timeless l a n d — t h e y e a r s never seem to be reckoned. T h e r e are men here, old a n d w i t h ered as the hills, but y o u n g in heart. T h e y came in their y o u n g m a n h o o d , lured b y the charm a n d the magic of gold, but held, it w o u l d seem, b y the spell of the s u n - d r e n c h e d hills a n d sparkling of the w a t e r s of the C o o n g a n River over its " M a r b l e Bar." W i n i f r e d M a h o n ( 1 6 ) , Loreto, N e d l a n d s .

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A Tasmanian Holiday A holiday in T a s m a n i a ! W h y , it s o u n d e d too good to be true; but on the 19th December w e b o a r d e d the M e l b o u r n e E x p r e s s at S y d n e y ' s dusty C e n t r a l Station. W e w e r e on our w a y , a n d it w a s 7.30 p.m N e x t morning, at 7 o'clock, w e w e r e at A l b u r y , a n d there, waiting, w a s a long blue a n d silver s n a k e — o r so it seemed to me. It w a s our train to M e l b o u r n e . So, the "Spirit of P r o g r e s s ' ' w a s real, a f t e r all. W e h a d a fine trip to M e l b o u r n e .

A f t e r lunch w e drove r o u n d St. Kilda, admiring the b e a u t y of that stately road. By 2 p.m. w e w e r e a m o n g the milling c r o w d on the w h a r f trying to b o a r d the small boat that w a s to take us across to T a s m a n i a . Soon all w e r e on b o a r d ; the streamers h a d s n a p p e d a n d w e r e dangling unnoticed in the w a t e r , a n d w e w e r e sailing down P o r t Phillip Bay. A s one of the islands in the b a y came into view, a small b o y eagerly said to his f a t h e r : "I say, D a d , is that T a s m a n i a over there?"

N e x t morning, a f t e r b r e a k f a s t , everyone g a t h e r e d eagerly on deck for the first glimpse of the Island State. A s w e stood gazing across the w a t e r , a m a n shouted: " A seal!" A n d there it w a s — a seal diving a n d coming up to look at us, for a seal is laden with curiosity.

W h e n w e w e n t a s h o r e at D e v e n p o r t , w e lost no time in catching the train to H o b a r t .

We travelled t h r o u g h beautiful country.

In m a n y

places w e s a w briar roses climbing over trees a n d h e d g e s in p r o f u s e bundles of pink a n d green. N o t f a r out of H o b a r t , C a d b u r y ' s h a v e their chocolate factory.

T a s m a n i a is closely linked with the s a d history of the d a y s of the convicts; a n d w h e n out driving w e o f t e n came on places connected with them.

A t P o r t A r t h u r , the main convict settlement, w e s a w the ruins of the G o v e r n o r ' s house a n d the b u r n t - o u t church that served in those d a y s .

T h e r e w a s an air of great e x p e c t a n c y at H o b a r t , for the first ocean-going yacht w a s due in the annual S y d n e y - H o b a r t race. A f t e r an hour of tacking to a n d f r o across the harbour, the " M o r n a " w e n t past the winning-post.

D u r i n g our s t a y at Launceston w e s a w w h a t must be one of the most beautiful sights in the w o r l d — t h e C a t a r a c t G o r g e , about two a n d a half miles outside the town. T h r o u g h high walls of rock the river r u n s its turbulent w a y to the sea. A l o n g the path t h a t b o r d e r s the G o r g e w e r e giant tree-ferns s w a y i n g in the breeze.

In one part a swimming pool has been built, w h e r e the w a t e r forms a lake . . . . Soon w e h a d to say goodbye to T a s m a n i a . It is a lovely summer resort, this seventh S t a t e of A u s t r a l i a .

Jan W i l l i a m s ( 1 2 ) , Loreto, N o r m a n h u r s t .

C a t a r a c t G o r g e from G i a n t ' s G r a v e , T a s m a n i a .

A Bushfire T h e small t o w n of R o k e w o o d w a s clouded over with a curious reddish haze. T h e P o s t Mistress listened with a pale face to the voice at the other end of the line, saying, " F i r e one mile west of Buckley's; unless the w i n d changes, the township will be b u r n t . T r y a n d get all w o m e n a n d children to a s a f e place—in the river; or, if possible, to Ballarat."

T h e d r e a d e d menace g r e w closer. T h e people w h o couldn't or w o u l d n ' t go a w a y , clustered in the small stone hotel which w a s o w n e d b y Kendall's.

T h e fire still romped a n d played, mocking the tall gum trees which h a d stood so stiff a n d erect

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a n d which h a d so m a n y stories to tell as they whispered to the pines in the evenings. But t h e fire heeded neither these things nor others; it w e n t its o w n wicked a n d cruel w a y , burning large homesteads a n d the tiny houses w h e r e so m a n y dreams h a d been d r e a m e d never to come true; devouring everything b e f o r e it a n d leaving a track of smoking ruin in its w a k e .

M e n f o u g h t on, a f t e r seeing their friends fighting bravely beside them, sink e x h a u s t e d . A t last it rained. O h . h o w the people rejoiced as t h e y set about planning again the labour of long years.

V e r n a Hayes (First Year), Portland.

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Loreto Convent, Normanhurst COUNCILLORS. Standing: Margaret Bolger, Helen Armstrong, Ann Carter, Anne Anderson.

Sitting: Margaret Carew.

FIRST DIVISION. Back Row: Margaret Maloney, Raye Nelson, Jill Elrington, Eustelle Forsyth, Ronda Hoffman, Elaine Bailey.

2nd Row: Ann Duffy, Desley Allen, Mary Rowe, Pamela Shayler, Maureen Callaghan, Valerie Carlton.

3rd Row: Margaret Gainsford, Christianne Delhommelle, Donna Bason, Lois Empey, Christine Hagney, Clare Meaney.

Front Row: Pauline O'Riordan, Pamela Grant, Anne Anderson, Margaret Carew, Margaret Bolger, Helen Armstrong, Anne Edmonds, Ann Carter.

Left (Standing): Joy Faley, Yvonne Greig.

Right (Standing): Gwenda Mallay, Ann Quinn.

Absent: Elizabeth Collins, Margot Byrne.

SECOND DIVISION. Back Row: Elizabeth Armstrong, Lynn Dunnicliff, Colleen Nader, Marie Dunworth, Marie Davidson, Carmel Duffy, Margaret Rowe, Jennifer Cameron.

2nd Row: Phillipa O'Leary, Deirdre Newell, Deirdre Gibbs, Jean Quinn, Maureen Sommers, Judith Basha, Clare Ryan, Margaret Manion, Judith O'Reilly, Yvonne Picone.

3rd Row: Anne Ward, Rosemary Quoyle, Frances Walker, Margaret Crawford, Elizabeth O'Reilly, Anne Hagarty, Yvonne Brown, Maureen Blake, Maureen McCarthy, Anne Gilsenan.

Front Row: Robin Hill, Margaret O'Reilly, Patricia Joel, Maureen Millar, Diana Madden, Margaret Carter, Anne Rohan, Olga Basha.

Absent: Suzanne Lord, Marguerite Tofft.

THIRD DIVISION. Standing (Left to Right): Elizabeth Perry, Annette Curran, Lorraine Boulton, Phillipa Heafey, Ann Maree Chatfield, Barbara Dunning, Judith McMillan, Patricia Hamman, Antoinette Allan, Anne Spora, Helen Crawford, Colleen Burgin, Shirley Callaghan, Janet Law, Jan Williams, Fayette Hayek, Margaret Mary Knight, Gloria Mullan, Soni Matha.

Sitting: Kim Dunnicliff, Ann Rause, Deirdre Brown, Gwen Mayger, Maureen Morrisey, Patricia O'Brien, Desley Madden, Anne Colless, Barbara Leonard, Margaret Graham, Valerie Ward, Martha Michael, Jann D'Arcy, Mary Armstrong, Noelle O'Neill, Barbara Weston.

ORCHESTRA. Violins: Marie Davidson, Lynn Dunnicliff, Gwenda Mallay, Lois Empey, Barbara Leonard, Christine Hagney, Ann Rause, Elaine Bailey, Margaret Gainsford, Phillipa Heafey, Martha Michael, Diana Madden, Deirdre Browne.

'Cellos: Maureen McCarthy, Clare Ryan, Mary Rowe, Mary Armstrong.

Double Basses: Ronda Hoffman, Pamela Grant.

Pianos: Judith Basha, Anne Anderson, Maureen Callaghan, Maureen Sommers.

FOURTH DIVISION. Back Row: Judith Zichlke, Patricia Moroney, Diane Ekman, Patricia Rowe, Patricia H. Roche, Christine Roche, Suzanne Alsaker.

2nd Row: Helen Zichlke, Anne Buckley, Pamela Barton, Therese Byrne, Barbara Roche, Marie Doherty, Mary Anne O'Gorman.

3rd Row: Julie Anne Williams, Patricia Roche, Jill Minahen, Margaret Hall, Carol Robson, Jill Manning, Margaret Anne Evans.

4th Row: Elizabeth Kennedy Green, Angele Grant, Muriel Hanman, Marie Weston, Carmel Michael, Rosemary Lyons, Kaye Rochester.

5th Row: Merilyn Burch, Denise Hall, Robyn Wheeler, Gail Morrisey, Irene Bennetts, Lorraine Dawson, Diane Munro, Louise Curran, Marie-Clare Streber.

Absent: Jann Dynon.

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March of Time at Loreto, Claremont, W.A. F E B R U A R Y 9th: T h e B o a r d e r s r e t u r n e d . W e admired the C h a p e l benches, which a d d the finishing touch of b e a u t y to our C h a p e l , N e w seats in the g r o u n d s promised a haven for w e a r y souls, but w e soon f o u n d ourselves gently, but firmly propelled on to T e n n i s C o u r t s a n d into other sporting activities.

T h e Junior School is a d r e a m with n e w asphalt paths a n d the river view more fully revealed, t h a n k s to extensive clearing.

F E B R U A R Y 13th: F a t h e r Lawlor, S.J., came t o - d a y a n d gave the Leaving Class an interesting historical talk on the a p p r o a c h to W o r l d W a r II. H i s t o r y s t u d e n t s feel "their place in the s u n " is assured.

F E B R U A R Y 14th: F r o m the sublime to the ridiculous, the S u b - L e a v i n g s revelled in their first cooking lesson. A l r e a d y the " f o r a g i n g parties," so popular last year, w e n d their w a y from the O c e a n steps to St. Michael's, heavily laden.

F E B R U A R Y 15th: O u r A r t Club re-opened this evening with a most interesting lecture on mediaeval architecture. W e a l w a y s look f o r w a r d to these S u n d a y evenings, w h e n an o p p o r t u n i t y is given us of forming a true idea of all that is most beautiful in A r t a n d Music.

This will remain w h e n details of our school subjects have f a d e d .

M a u r e e n O ' S u l l i v a n makes a dramatic exit!

She is carried, with acute appendicitis, to an a w a i t ing ambulance, at 9.30 p.m. Silent farewells w e r e conveyed from all three balconies.

F E B R U A R Y 16th: Singapore contingent a r rived to swell the ranks. T h e M . R . A . Club is inaugurated.. A heat w a v e which commenced at Christmas continues in its pristine fervour.

F E B R U A R Y 18th; T h e Stretcher, d o n a t e d b y the A . R . P . , rose to the occasion w h e n , supported by O s b o r n e ' s four most s t a l w a r t maidens, it conveyed M a r g a r e t Byron from the S a h a r a to the Reception Room. A f t e r a whifF of chloroform a n d a very s t r a n g e dream M a r g a r e t ' s knee knit nicely.

M A R C H 17th: A sung M a s s at the Subiaco O v a l w a s a t t e n d e d b y all the metropolitan schools.

P a g e a n t s a n d sports followed. W e flaunt uniform green shamrocks this year. O u r heat w a v e continues, so Peppermint Grove, paddling, photog r a p h y a n d ice creams w e r e e n j o y e d to the full.

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joyable rendering of Irish Airs b y the orchestra, a n d some short songs by the M i d d l e School.

M A R C H 18th: By courtesy of t h e Shell Oil C o m p a n y a n d V i s u a l E d u c a t i o n D e p a r t m e n t we have m o n t h l y screenings of botanical, geographical a n d scientific films. T h i s saves us the trouble of tripping into town, a mixed blessing. C a r t o o n s sometimes included in the p r o g r a m m e s , provide the chocolate coating.

M A R C H 20th: Recent O l d Girls arrived in force to s h o w us h o w tennis should be played.

T h e y did!

M A R C H 21st: M r . M a r s h a l l Sumner b r o u g h t his pupils, e n t r a n t s in the C o n c e r t o Festival, to play for us. It w a s an e n j o y a b l e a n d instructive a f t e r n o o n . W e felt sure t h a t F r a n c e s M o r a n has every chance of winning the W e s t e r n A u s tralian section, a n d hope she will secure the coveted first place in the finals a n d be vet another W e s t A u s t r a l i a n to win musical laurels a b r o a d .

M A R C H 25th: T h e E a s t e r Ceremonies are as beautiful as in past y e a r s . W e are privileged to have them in our own Chapel.

A P R I L 1st: W e held Book D a y to a u g m e n t our Libraries. T h e Sub-Leavings took charge of preliminary posters, box office a n d the short entertainment.

T h e y acted character sketches from well-known books. So n a t u r a l w a s the casting a n d skilful the acting t h a t w e easily recognized L a u r e e n ' s M a d H a t t e r , R o m a ' s Shylock, Robin's M m e . D e f a r g e . T h e girlish giggles of Cornelius O t i s Skinner a n d Emily Kimborough b e t r a y e d them.

"The Seven Little A u s t r a l i a n s " proved larger than w e h a d imagined. T h e most baffling of all w a s the horse which pranced on, to the tune of " T h e O l d G r e y M a r e . " It r e t r e a t e d not t h r o u g h the door, but almost t h r o u g h a w i n d o w .

W e h a d to be told this a n s w e r , "Black B e a u t y " — the old grey m a r e isn't w h a t she used to be!

T h e pile of books d o n a t e d w a s most satisfactory even though w e did recognise a f e w antique text books a n d an alarming number of "Little W o m e n , " etc.

A P R I L 14th: T h e F e a s t of St. Joseph. Later in the d a y the Police came. R a n g e d on the kerb w e learnt that it is right to be left a n d w r o n g to be right. M o s t amusing, but confusing! W e forgot the " M e n of L a w , " a n d all r e t u r n e d M i s s K a v a n a g h ' s w a v e w h e n she drove past.

L O R A P R I L 16th: Lines of plaster vases in the sun indicate great activity in the A r t s and C r a f t s .

T h e new cricket pitch w a s opened t o - d a y — a t the close of the season.

A P R I L 23rd: M a j o r problem solved, a n d by Beverley.

Overalls may be concealed beneath jumpers instead of removed. Hitherto slim girls suddenly assume, at Miss H o d g e ' s class, alarming proportions, whereas hitherto not so slim girls become . . . .

A P R I L 28th: Terminal examinations, hence the corrugated brows. A h a p p y interlude w a s provided at night by Spivakovsky's concert, which we Seniors attended.

A P R I L 30th: Junior Publics a t t e n d e d an amateur presentation of Julius Caesar. T h e y are looking f o r w a r d to seeing a professional performance some day.

M A Y 1st: T h e traditional M a y D a y procession took place in glorious sunshine.

P a t Melvin's election as H e a d w a s acclaimed, and M a r g a r e t Cullity, P a t Smith, Beverley Prior, Marie M c C u t cheon, Jacqueline M a g e e , M a r y Doyle and M a u r e e n McKittrick, received congratulations on their election as Prefects.

M A Y 6th: Ascension T h u r s d a y , a n d we go home for M a y holidays. N u n s and children all look happy. "Bliss w a s it on that dawn, etc."

W o r d s w o r t h ' s best lines we think.

M A Y 31st: W e return after three weeks which fled on swift wings. T h e W e s t is overshadowed by a possible epidemic of Infantile Paralysis. So far the cases are scattered and not very numerous.

O n l y stalwart souls are back. Prefects return to their childhood days and sleep with the Junior School in lower dormitory. T h e Cubicles become an emergency infirmary. T h e best holiday story related yet is that of Robin, sometimes called Speed for ironical reasons, w h o arrived at a party just 24 hours late. H e r embarrassed hostess had to rise hastilv to greet her, having retired an hour or so before.

J U N E 1st: W e were to have gone to a special Children's Matinee Concert given by Eileen Joyce, but were sad to hear she is ill. P a t was practising her best platform smile s ,; nce she w a s to present flowers at the A.B.C.'s request.

E T O J U N E 6th: Archbishop M a r ivanios paid us a visit; the few boarderes w h o were in had the privilege of kissing the cross and receiving his blessing.

J U N E 9th: W/e retreat this evening.

Father Goss, C.SSR., is our Director.

J U N E 12th: W e emerge this morning. A f t e r two days of profound silence we find reams to discuss, e.g., the ghostly conferences for seniors only at 7.30 p.m., the audacious strength of Geraldene in face of locked doors. All this a n d much more formed part of our conversation for days. But what we will remember forever is the zeal of our Director, and our corresponding determination to love God more. W e really made a "good retreat."

J U N E 14th: T h a n k s to the efforts of our Sports Mistress a n d exhilarating weather we are enthusiastic Basketball players this year. O u r only sorrow is not to be able to prove our prowess against outside teams until the Paralysis is a thing of the past.

J U N E 19th: " T h e rain it raineth all the d a y , " so knitting proceeds apace. Patterns of reindeers racing and shamrocks sprouting near completion.

All the lines are slowed up, but silence on line is no trouble at all, this term. H o w could you interrupt a pattern of thought for a passing word!

J U N E 21st: St. Aloysius' Day, once a holiday par excellence, we hear, w a s celebrated with Benediction, a rousing hymn, bacon and eggs and other good things.

Basketball, at 3 p.m., ended in M a u r e e n McKittrick being carried up the Avenue, A f t e r she had been photographed a n d interviewed, she w a s allowed to go home. H e r sprain was only a strain.

J U N E 29th: T h e Reredos of lovely marble is being erected. O n each visit to the Chapel we hope to see it completed. Even now we can judge how beautiful the ultimate effect will be, J U L Y 1st: W e had our photographs taken. W e gathered an impression that the background wras as important as we were, so in some of the photographs we may appear abnormally interested in plant life. T h e photographer took infinite pains so it is our fault if we are not photogenic.

Red Letter Days at Loreto, Brisbane FEBRUARY. T U E S D A Y , 10th: T h e school re-opened. For the new pupils this meant the opening of a new era in their lives; for the old pupils, the renewing of old acquaintances and a good old chat about

the holidays. T h e fact that talking in the dormitory is allowed while unpacking is certainly taken a d v a n t a g e of, but that is not conducive to unpacking!

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W E D N E S D A Y , 11th: A s h W e d n e s d a y . Cries of grief from a n y w h o w e r e f o r g e t f u l e n o u g h to bring back sweets.

W i t h the allotment of classes the old a n d n e w pupils mix, and the new ones a r e soon settled down. T h e next f e w d a y s p a s s e d uneventfully, a n d the school y e a r w a s in full swing.

M O N D A Y , 23rd s a w the first Sodality meeting. T h e n e w girls w e r e admitted to Sodalities, a n d the old ones w e r e promoted. T h e remainder of the d a y seemed to be spent in admiring Sodality ribbons. W i t h o u t f u r t h e r points of interest w e pass on to M a r c h .

MARCH. F R I D A Y , 5th: First F r i d a y .

Earnest heads bent in p r a y e r during Benediction, p r a y i n g for the cessation of the rail strike.

S A T U R D A Y , 6th: First Y o u t h C o n c e r t of the 1948 series. H o w g r a t e f u l w e w e r e to the Symp h o n y O r c h e s t r a for such a welcome event. T h e orchestra w a s conducted by John F a r n s w o r t h Hall, a n d the pianist w a s M i s s M a r y Childe, w h o will leave for E n g l a n d this year to renew her musical studies u n d e r skilled English teachers.

T h e children w h o went to the concert f o u n d it most interesting a n d are looking f o r w a r d to the n e x t one.

S U N D A Y , 7th: First S u n d a y .

A glorious event which is eagerly awaited. M a n y children did not r e t u r n until M o n d a y morning a n d they arrived looking decidedly sunburnt.

WEDNESDAY, 17th: St. P a t r i c k ' s Day. School picnic p o s t p o n e d owing to the fact that the choir w a s to sing on St. P a t r i c k ' s D a y in the City H a l l . T h e choir sang " T h e Kerry Dance,' a n d w a s complimented upon its delivery.

W E D N E S D A Y , 24th: T h e E a s t e r vacation commenced. By five o'clock the school w a s deserted except for one or t w o girls held up by the rail s t r i k e — t h e y are decidedly anti-communistic!

APRIL. T H U R S D A Y , 1st: M a n y of us w e n t to hear Eileen Joyce's recital at the City Hall. W e presented her with a bouquet and w e r e v e r y pleased when she carried it with her t h r o u g h o u t all the encores. T h e City Hall w a s absolutely packed with Brisbanites eager to hear the famous A u s tralian pianiste.

S A T U R D A Y , 3rd: Eileen Joyce sent us a beautiful bouquet as a token of her appreciation.

T o - d a y also s a w the beginning of the interschools' tennis matches. Loreto entered teams in the B, C, D a n d E grades. In the evening w e listened in to Eileen Joyce's recital with s y m p h o n y orchestra.

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E T O S U N D A Y , 4th: W e w e r e disappointed t h a t , owing to ill-health, Eileen Joyce w a s unable to join us. She hopes to return in M a y a n d visit us then.

T U E S D A Y , 6th, d a w n e d bright a n d sunny, which w a s of singular importance, since it w a s the day set for our picnic to M a n l y . W e h a d a w o n d e r f u l time, and our cameras w e r e v e r y busy.

Despite the sunshine, however, it w a s a v e r y w i n d y d a y as m a y be seen by the photos, which, u n f o r t u n a t e l y , did not pass the censorship for t h e magazine.

Despite s u n b u r n t backs a n d beacon light noses it w a s a g r e e d that "a good time w a s had by all."

S A T U R D A Y , 10th: It teemed raining all a f t e r noon a n d the riding class arrived home looking as though they h a d been to a swimming lesson. W e a t t e n d e d the second Y o u t h Concert that evening, a n d this time the accompaniment w a s played by Miss M a j o r y Horn.

S A T U R D A Y , 17th: A cricket match between Blues a n d G r e y s . T h e result for the G r e y s .

S U N D A Y , ' 25th: A n z a c D a y .

T h o s e going home w e r e c a u g h t in the c r o w d waiting for the procession, but w e r e unlucky enough to miss the procession.

M O N D A Y , 26th: A public holiday in honour of A n z a c D a y . Some of our teams played their tennis matches.

T H U R S D A Y , 29th: A r t Exhibition has been held at Princes.

Admission, T w o shillings. " P r o c e e d s for the M a t e r M o t h e r s ' A p p e a l , " said the notice board, so w e all trooped off to see the art display. T h e a f t e r n o o n w a s concluded with a speech by His G r a c e the Archbishop.

MAY. S A T U R D A Y , 1st: O u r singing teacher, M r .

Grice brought t w o of his pupils, Misses N o r m a a n d Betty Cornelius, out to sing for us. Betty is a contralto, a n d N o r m a is a s o p r a n o a n d she w o n the Q u e e n s l a n d E i s t e d d f o d last year. T h e y have lovely voices, a n d they blend beautifully in the duets. T h e y w e r e absolutely rushed with autograph books at the end of the entertainment.

M O N D A Y , 3rd: M a y D a y . T h e procession and crowning of O u r Lady took place at 11 a.m.

T h e altar w a s beautifully decorated, a n d in the singing of the h y m n it's a w o n d e r it didn't collapse!

M O N D A Y , 10th: T h e Junior Publics become very excited a n d mysterious. N o b o d y k n e w the cause of the mysterious air, but everyone knew that they were going to see the play, "Julius C a e s a r " that night. W e discovered later that this w a s the c a u s e — w e w e r e n ' t supposed to k n o w that they w e r e going!

S A T U R D A Y , 15th: T h e Seniors a n d S u b s w e n t to see " K i n g L e a r . " T h e r e w a s no great

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mystery about it either.

W e h a d the full joy of talking about the great event w e e k s before it came.

S U N D A Y . 16th: T h e whole school assembled in the Hall to listen to M o n s i g n o r F u l t o n Sheen's speech. I can't quite make u p my mind w h e t h e r to esteem for his faith or despise for his dumbness a n y Communist w h o h e a r d the speech and is still a Communist.

F R I D A Y , 21st: O n c e again w e assemble in the Hall. T h i s time to w a t c h a concert given by M i s s T h e a Rowe. N e e d l e s s to s a y w e e n j o y e d every minute of it, in fact, w e became quite alarmed when the basket full of f a n c y costumes became only half-full. E q u a l l y needless to say, the name of M i s s T h e a R o w e has its place in all our autograph books.

M O N D A Y , 24th: T h e F e a s t of O u r L a d y H e l p of Christians, Empire D a y a n d a Holiday.

A cricket match between Blues a n d G r e y s , and this time the Blues r e v e n g e d their defeat. T h e day w a s m a d e even more memorable for us by the unexpected arrival of the Indian Prelate, Archbishop M a r Ivanios.

I believe he has visited all the Loreto f f o u s e s since.

S U N D A Y . 30th: W e all a d j o u r n e d to N u d g e e

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College for the C o r p u s Christi Procession.

At this procession there w e r e t w o visiting dignitaries from Ireland, A r c h b i s h o p s B r o w n a n d W a l s h .

T h e r e w a s so much traffic on the r o a d to N u d g e e that for all vehicles it w a s a case of Go! Stop!— M o s t l y Stop!

T U E S D A Y , 1st: O u r hitherto victorious D T e a m w e r e challenged by Stuartholme a n d lost.

Bad luck, D's.!

W E D N E S D A Y , 2nd: W e s a w m a n y worried faces, as did w e the d a y s preceeding and succeeding it, for it w a s the eventful d a y of the half/early Christian Doctrine examination. T h i s same day also saw the commencement of our a n n u a l Retreat, given this time by Reverend F a t h e r McSherry, a Marist Father.

S U N D A Y , 6th: O u r choir broadcast from the 4 Q K studio.

W e all said w h a t a w o n d e r f u l broadcast it was, and our opinion seemed to be confirmed by the public, judging from the v a r i o u s telephone calls.

M O N D A Y , 7th: H a l f - y e a r l y examinations! A time not exactly conducive to diary writing, so it is a case of " T o be C o n t i n u e d .

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n Retrospect 1947.

T H I R D T E R M . — O n the 21st November, seventeen of us w e r e consecrated Children of M a r y — J o a n Bull, June Buxton, Lilette Callil, M a r g a r e t Deviny, W e n d y Dempsey, Jennifer D a m y o n , Patricia Dunlevie, M a u r e e n Eyre, Janet Haley, Ingrid Kapper, M a r i e Kilmartin, M a u r e e n Mackie, M a x i n e McKenzie, M a r g a r e t Morrissey, Pamela O ' F a r r e l l , D i a n a R a w s o n a n d Judith Roberts.

T h e r e w e r e only three Jubilarians this year, D i a n a R a w s o n , Judith Roberts a n d M a x i n e M c Kenzie. T h e coronation took place on the F e a s t of O u r L a d y of Loreto, followed b y the Nativity P l a y presented by the Juniors. In the evening M o t h e r Superior e n t e r t a i n e d the Jubilarians and Children of M a r y at a p a r t y which w a s thoroughly e n j o y e d a n d appreciated.

1948.

O u r school year b e g a n on 4th F e b r u a r y this year w h e n w e r e n e w e d old acquaintances a n d made a number of new ones.

W e w e r e s a d to find that M o t h e r M . Dominic had d e p a r t e d to Kirribilli, for we all appreciated the w o n d e r f u l w o r k she had done for us.

O n e of our greatest pleasures on our return w a s

to find that our lovely C h a p e l h a d been painted in g r a d u a t e d tones of ivory. T h e deeper colour in the s a n c t u a r y gives greater prominence to the marble altar a n d focuses the attention of all on the T a b e r n a c l e . T h e delicate ivory-tinted f r a m e s of the Stations of the Cross make the figures s t a n d out more clearly. In our Chapel there is n o w even more than b e f o r e an atmosphere of peace and prayer, which will be one of our most treasured remembrances of our convent school days.

W i t h i n a f e w d a y s our lovely new statue of O u r L a d y of Lourdes arrives from D r . F l e i s h m a n n ' s studio in S y d n e y .

During M a r c h w e elected our Prefects. C o n gratulations to M o y a Bryne, w h o is H e a d of the School this year, a n d to the Prefects—-Ann F o r rest, Denise Lahz, M a r g a r e t Deviny, Carmel D u n n , Judith L e o n a r d . M a r i a n n e M c N a m a r a , Patricia Dunlevie, Judith Clifford and Judith Roberts. M o y a is also our Sports C a p t a i n a n d M a r i a n n e our T e n n i s C a p t a i n .

O u r Q u a r a n t ' O r e devotions w e r e early in April this year, a n d w e h a d a glorious d a y for the procession a r o u n d the g r o u n d s on the final d a y .

F a t h e r E b b s w o r t h said once that our p r a y e r s must be of a very special variety because w e a l w a y s seem to be able to a r r a n g e for fine w e a t h e r when w e w a n t it!

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LOR W e celebrated M a y D a y on M o n d a y , 3rd M a y , a n d M o y a c r o w n e d O u r L a d y ' s S t a t u e in the school.

F a t h e r H . Johnston, S.J., a n d F a t h e r R e n e A s h n e s s w e r e staying in the Chalet during the C e n t e n a r y Celebrations, a n d came to the school while O u r L a d y ' s statue w a s being crowned.

F a t h e r Johnston spoke to us a f t e r w a r d s a n d reminded u s that the external honour paid to O u r L a d y w a s i n t e n d e d to be an o u t w a r d sign of the love a n d devotion w e cherish in our h e a r t s for our Blessed M o t h e r .

D u r i n g the term w e p r e p a r e d to sing the M a s s at the Exhibition Building on C h i l d r e n ' s D a y , M a y 4th. W e obtained two buses to take us in to the M a s s a n d joined with the t h o u s a n d s of other children from M e l b o u r n e a n d country parishes. It w a s a n e v e r - t o - b e - f o r g o t t e n occasion.

C a r d i n a l Gilroy a n d C a r d i n a l Spellman, a n d numbers of the visiting prelates a n d priests w e r e present, as well as our o w n beloved Archbishop Mannix.

W h e n w e returned to school at the beginning of second term w e f o u n d that our devoted curate, F a t h e r D. O'Reilly, h a d d e p a r t e d to Heidelberg.

W e are v e r y g r a t e f u l to him for all he h a d done for us during his s t a y in T o o r a k .

W e extend a welcome to F a t h e r B r e n n a n , w h o h a s devoted himself kindly to our w e l f a r e .

W e have been h o n o u r e d b y m a n y visitors from the Missions this year. D r . Raible, P . S . M . , told us about his w o r k a m o n g the natives in the Kimberleys. D r . W a d e , S . M . , said M a s s here o n e morning. H e spent m a n y anxious m o n t h s in the Solomons during the w a r w h e n the Japanese oc-

E T O cupied his territory. F a t h e r King, M . S . C . , gave us a lecture with lantern slides a n d described t h e life of a missionary in N e w Guinea. Sister M a r y W a l t e r , a M i s s i o n a r y Sister of M a r y , also came a n d told us of the life of a missionary n u n in Samoa.

D u r i n g the first term, t w o M a l a y a n Priests visited us—the F a t h e r s R e n e a n d Louis Ashness. T h e y h a d spent the whole period of t h e Japanese occupation of the M a l a y Peninsula in caring for their Catholic people—a d a n g e r o u s a n d difficult mission. T h e h a r d s h i p s of that time resulted in the d e a t h of their eldest brother, also a priest, w h o h a d spent the period in Singapore, caring for a large number of Catholics there.

T h e s e t w o b r o t h e r s came to Australia for a muchneeded rest b e f o r e r e t u r n i n g to their parishes.

O u r Retreat this y e a r w a s given b y F a t h e r L. Lachal, S.J., w h o spent three d a y s at the beginning of July reminding us to "seek first the Kingdom of G o d .

H e m a d e a strong a n d lasting impression upon us. H e u r g e d us to try a n d spend one quarter of an hour every d a y in the presence of the Blessed Sacrament, promising us that all t h e worries of life would be lightened if w e m a d e a real personal F r i e n d of O u r Blessed Lord a n d talked over our affairs with Him. W e e n j o y e d the presentation of the Gondoliers m a d e by the b o y s of Xavier College at M a n r e s a Hall, H a w t h o r n . T h e next week w e s a w M i s s O ' K e e f e ' s w o n d e r f u l presentation of H a m l e t . C o n gratulation to her.

N—, Loreto, T o o r a k .

Loreto Abbey Mary's Mount F E B R U A R Y 10th: W e arrive at school to find that the old girls are almost a minority.

FEBRUARY, 11th: A s h Wednesday—We plunge into Lent. T h e new dormitory, St. John Bosco's, is causing a stir.

F E B R U A R Y 21st: W e s t u d y Botticelli's pictures at T r a v e l T a l k .

F E B R U A R Y 26th: First Mission C l u b meeting of the year. T h e leaders select their groups, a n d we plan to do good w o r k .

M A R C H 4th-6th: Q u a r a n t 'Ore—Everything is beautiful a n d the sun shines for the final procession.

M A R C H 17th: H i g h M a s s at St. Patrick's C a t h e d r a l . In the a f t e r n o o n w e entertain Loreto, D a w s o n Street.

T h e y win the vigero, w e the tennis. T h e d a n c e at night goes well a n d helps the School E q u i p m e n t F u n d .

M A R C H 24th-26th: T h e H o l y W e e k C e r e monies a r e as beautiful as ever. T h o s e going Page Twenty-One

home for E a s t e r leave a f t e r the Regina. T h e holid a y houses of C a p u l e t a n d M o n t a g u e meet in friendly rivalry, sharing the spoils of victory.

M A R C H 31st: M o t h e r Superior presents the Councillors' Crosses. Cecilia T o n z i n g is H e a d of the School, M a r i e M u l c a h y , Jan Corrigan, M a r garet H a g e r a n d Lesley D u n n are the Councillors.

C o n g r a t u l a t i o n s a n d best wishes.

A P R I L 3rd: Mission Fair, which w e greatly enjoy. W e t h a n k our generous visitors. Practice for " T h e Pied Piper'' goes on apace. Soon w e feel that all r o a d s lead to Hamelin.

A P R I L 22nd: Eileen Joyce's recital—a memorable n i g h t — a n d " s h e gave us sixteen b o w s " !

A P R I L 26th: Full-dress Rehearsal of " T h e Pied P i p e r , " a t t e n d e d b y M o t h e r Provincial, w h o will have set off for Eire b e f o r e the actual p e r f o r m a n c e .

A P R I L 3 0 t h - M A Y 1st: " T h e Pied P i p e r " — t w o nights that will live in our memories. C o n g r a t u lations to the P r o d u c e r , the Musical Director and

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everyone else. F a t h e r O D o w d gives us a welcome holiday.

M A Y 6th: Some Traffic Officers give us lectures on R o a d Safety. A f t e r dinner M r . T h o r n ton takes photographs of " T h e Pied Piper Company. It will be fun to look back on the groups afterwards.

M A Y 12th: T i d y i n g — - P a c k i n g - - R e a d i n g of M a r k s . Home to-morrow!

J U N E 1st: Holidays over, we assemble for 2nd Term.

J U N E 10th-13th: O u r three days' Retreat, under the direction of F a t h e r Selleck, C.SS.R. W e are grateful for the precious days.

J U N E 14th: T h e Juniors welcome us out of retreat with a concert. A Mission Fair follows.

J LINE 19th: W e entertain Mandeville H a l l and O u r Lady keeps the rain away.

J U N E 21st: T h e long-desired St. Aloysius D a y arrives a n d passes happily and quickly. At night we make our curtsey to M o t h e r Superior. M a u r e e n D e l a h u n t y and M a r g a r e t Drum win the dancing competition.

SUNNY

SOUTH

E T O

J U N E 30th: Sister M . W a l t e r , M . S . S . M . , gives us a delightful talk on Samoa and the work of the Missionaries there..

J U L Y 3rd: A t Literary Club we read some lyrics of John S h a w Neilson, and enjoy his delicate touch.

J U L Y 5th: Dr. W a d e , S.M., speaks to us of the N o r t h e r n Solomons and the ravages the war has wrought there. W e are grateful for His Lordship's visit, and we resolve to pray harder.

J U L Y 10th: First Division, a n d the basket-ball teams have a happy day at Mandeville, and return without the ashes.

J U L Y 31st: Seven little First Communicants receive Holy Communion this morning.

Many parents are present at M a s s . French Classes go to Q u e e n ' s College for the Alliance Francaise Examinations.

At Music Club we enjoy the new records, Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata played by WilheLa Backnaws, and M o z a r t ' s Fantasia in C Minor, played by Lili Kraws.

AUSTRALIA.

Glittering sands and crystal seas, Low green valleys, tall straight trees, Whose the birds' songs fill the air, Sunny South Australia fair.

Bright blue skies and winding streams, State of rest and carefree dreams; Scenes of beauty, oh! so rare, Sunny South Australia fair.

Vine clad hills and fertile plains, Endless fields of golden grain; Luscious fruits beyond compare, Sunny South Australia fair.

Honour due to Colonel Light, He who chose the city site; City planned with skilful care.

Sunny South Australia fair.

Work for God does never rest In this State, which He has blest; He Who guards with tender care, Sunny South Australia fair.

—F. JEFFERY, (Intermediate), Loreto, Marryatville.

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Loreto Convent, Kirribilli I N F A N T S — C L A S S I and II. Back Row: S u s a n H a r t i g a n , A n n e H a r t i g a n , J a c q u e l i n e M o u r i n , B a r b a r a Bray, A n n e M a r i e Bakewell, M a r g a r e t C a v a n a g h , F r a n c e s T i m m o n y , Gail H o c k e y , M a r y P r e n d e r g a s t .

F o u r t h Row: C l a r e B r y a n t , J u d i t h Lockwood, Beverley Power, S u z a n n e M a g n e y , J u d y H a m i l t o n , P a t r i c i a S k e h a n , M a u r e e n Egan-Lee, Lynette D u n c a n .

T h i r d Row: Rita W i l l i a m s , P a u l i n e P r e n d e r g a s t , A n n e t t e H o c k e y , S u s a n H y d e , S u e Burke, Priscilla F e l t o n , J u l i e H a r d i m a n , Brigette D o u g a r d .

S e c o n d Row: Elizabeth D u r a n t , S u s a n C h a d w i c k , A n n e t t e H o c k i n g , B a r b a r a Power, J a n e t B a l d i n g , Kaye T a t e , P a t r i c i a C o l e m a n , Betsy A n n Cahill.

F r o n t Row: B a r b a r a Bain, Leila W u b b e , Patsy S c o t t - Y o u n g , J e n n i f e r Rowley, M a r g a r e t Laws, T h e r e s e H e n d r i c k s , M a r y Nelson, Kathrine Allen, Moira O ' M e a r a .

E L E M E N T A R Y CLASS. Back Row: A n n L a m b , L o e i n a L a n d e r s , F r a n c e s S a n d i l a n d s , A n n F i r t h , J a n e R a p e r , A n n St. Clair.

T h i r d Row: A n n D e s m a r c h e l i e r , A d r i e n n e L e o n a r d , M a r g a r e t R y a n , V i v i e n n e Stewart, M a r y B a m b a c k , Louise R i t c h a r d , Helen Dawson.

S e c o n d Row: V a l e r i e W e b e r , L o r r a i n e H o g a n , D e i d r e Bray, Leslie A d a m s , Betty Artis, C a t h e r i n e B r y a n t , Beatrice F e l t o n , Margaret Hine.

F r o n t Row: C h r i s t i n e D u g a r d , J i l l i a n Lowe, C a t h e r i n e P e n n i n g t o n , Gail Glaser, Jettie H a n d r i c k s , M a u r e e n M c G r a t h .

Absent: Philomena Clayton, A n n McEnally, Barbara Beattia-JieveF O R M I. Back Row: G r e g o r y G a h a , J u d i t h S h a w , A n n L a r k i n , P a t r i c i a Davis, K a t h l e e n S u l l i v a n .

F o u r t h Row: T a n i a C a s t a i n g , Elizabeth Miles, W i l l a M a n n i x , H e l e n N i c h o l s o n , J a n i c e Ball.

T h i r d Row: M a u r e e n M c D o n o u g h , M a r g a r e t S u l l i v a n , M a r i a Drew, E n a Sidaway, P a t r i c i a Brown, Y v o n n e M a t t e h w , A n n a F l a h e r t y , M i c h a e l a Kelly.

S e c o n d Row: M a r g a r e t S w i n t o n , R o b y n Field, J a n e t F a n e , D a g m a r Cusack, A n t h o n e a Fraser, D i a n a W i l l i a m s , P a t r i c i a McMahon.

F r o n t Row: M a r i a L o n e r a g a n , K a t h l e e n L o h a n , D o r o t h y W e s t h o f f , A n n Edgehill, J a n i c e H a y e s , Rosemary H a y e s .

Absent: A n n W a t e r f o r d , N i n a Morris.

FORM III. Back Row: D. C u m m i n s , B. M c D o n o u g h , J . J o h n s o n , M . G r a e m e , C. H a n k i n s , M . K r u y s m u l d e r .

F o u r t h Row: J . Byrne, M. Begbie, S. Pooley, R. H o g a n , S. R y a n , M . H e n d r i c k s .

T h i r d Row: C. W a r d , G. Felton, A. Pribil, M . C l a n c y , S. T h o m a s , P. Rodgers, J . Ritchie.

S e c o n d Rwo: C. P r i n c e , M . O ' L o u g h l i n , A . L o n e r a g a n , M. de B a u n , M . N o o n e , A. M c M a h o n , P. Glaser.

F r o n t Row: L. C o o p e r , A . Borthwick, S. B u r k e , H . Easy, M . L a m e r a n d .

A b s e n t : P. Burgess.

FORM II. Back Row: R. F l y n n , J . Rorke, M . Roche, J . O ' R e g a n . H . P f a f f l i n , J . Crowley.

F o u r t h Row: C. S t a n d e n , V . Stubbs, C. H i l l , J . Schwarz, P. P r o u s t , A. B o n d , M . C o n l o n .

T h i r d Row: M . B r y a n t , J . Byrne, A . M c N a l l y , S. Creet, P. S m i t h , V . S c h n e i d e r , D . T h o m p s o n .

S e c o n d Row: V . G a l l a g h e r , H . R y a n , M . Bergin, H . Barlow, M . W y n n e , A . Nevill, H . S k e h a n .

F r o n t Row: P. P r i n c e , M . H o l a h a n , P . L o h a n , L. P r i t c h a r d , P. B a r r e t t , N . Le Lievre.

Absent: H . Crougey.

L E A V I N G CLASS. Back Row: J o a n Hassett, A n n C a v a n a g h , M a r i e Roche, Robyn S t r a t t o n , L o r r a i n e C o m m i n s , D o r o t h y Coates.

F o u r t h Row: Jill Rolfe, M a r g a r e t Clarke, C a r l i n e Bird, M a r g a r e t G a l b r a i t h , Susie Brown, P a t r i c i a H o l a h a n .

T h i r d Row: Clare O ' S u l l i v a n , N o n n a M c G i r r , Beverly O r c h a r d , M a r g a r e t H o r e , V a l e r i e O ' C o n n o r , K a t h l e e n Kidd.

S e c o n d Row: A n n H e n d y - P o o e y , M a r y O ' B r i e n , N o r e e n W a t e r f o r d , J a n e t Coombs, G w e n Berecry, M a r y H e a l y , Y v e t t e Said.

F r o n t Row: A n n Roarty, R u t h C a r r o l l , D i a n n e de Dassel, A n t o i n e t t e Curtis, M a r y McKenzie.

A b s e n t : Lotte Pribil.

I N T E R M E D I A T E CLASS. Back Row: Kaye C u n n i n g h a m , Beverly T h o m p s o n , J u d i t h J e n k i n s , P a t r i c i a N o l a n , MoIIie R y a n .

T h i r d Row: B a r b a r a D o n a l d , H e l e n S h e r w o o d , J a c q u e l i n e Rowe, B o n i t a T a t e , M a r g o t N a d e r .

Second Row: V a l e r i e Browne, B e r n a d e t t e C o r k , A r i e n e Castaing, J u d i t h Kelly, P a u l a C o n l o n , Elizabeth C o m b , D o o n e G i b s o n , Mary McGowan.

F r o n t Row: Berenice Butler, M a r y H a m i l t o n , H a i d e e M c l n e r n e y , J a n Barlow, M a r g a r e t L e n e h a n , J e a n e t t e H i l l , Clio Nicholls.

F O U R T H YEAR. Back Row: l i m a R e g a n , Elizabeth W i l c o x , B a r b a r a F a n e , M a r g a r e t W a l s h , F a y e Lergessner.

T h i r d "Row: M a r y D o l t o n , P a u l i n e Edghill, Leonie C r a m e r i , M a r g a r e t Reidy, J o s e p h i n e L a n n a n , B a r b a r a T o n k i n g .

Second Row: H e l e n M o u l d a y , N o e l a n n G a n d o n , J o s e p h i n e Dwyer, N a n c y O ' L o u g h l i n , A n t o i n e t t e Corkill.

F r o n t Row: Elizabeth Rhodes, S u z a n n e M c G r a t h , Beverly Eagles, A n n Barlow, M a r y S p a r k e .

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LORETO Leaving Class

C O N V E N T , KIRRIBILLI

I n t e r m e d i a t e Class

F o u r t h Year

F o r m III

LORETO CONVENT, F o r m II.

F o r m I.

KIRRIBILLI

E l e m e n t a r y Class.

Class I and II.

Interesting

Experiences

Customs of Malaya Malaya is inhabited by many nations, of which the majority are the heathen Chinese, Indians and Malays, who have many customs and celebrations.

I am going to tell you about some of these main celebrations, which, I hope, will give to you an idea of what they are like. All the population of Malaya acknowledge these customs as public holidays. This, of course, means that our schools in Singapore have a greater number of holidays than those in Australia.

The first of these customs is that which is celebrated by the Chinese population. It is called the "Double Tenth," because it is celebrated on the tenth of the tenth month, which is October. It is like a Chinese Independence Day, for on that day, many years ago, China became a republic. It is a public holiday, and all schools and shops are closed, but food stalls are opened and kept busy all day and night.

T h e "Double T e n t h , " or celebration of the Moon, finds all the Chinese population parading the streets with their colourful pageants and wearing their new clothes. In the main part of the long line of m e r r y makers are many trucks which consist of men banging cymbals in a fascinating rhythm. These trucks are elaborately decorated with streamers, crimson satins and symbolic dragons, birds, or fish, which are beautifully hand-embroidered.

All the young girls wear colourful costumes and their hair is decorated with flowers and specially done for the occasion.

W h e n night comes on, eveary child carries long wooden sticks on which are hanging beautifully col' oured paper fishes, dragons or birds. These are hollow and open at the top, but in the centre are lamps which light up the streets they are parading.

This procession lasts all night and many of the specta' tors do not go home until the early hours of the morning.

Another feast, Hari Raya, is also the celebration of the moon—this time by the Malays. It is a public holiday for all Singapore. O n its vigil the Malays decorate themselves in sarongs (national dress) of purple, gold, crimson and emerald green.

They visit their friends, blessing them for the feast day. In the evening at 6 o'clock the men go to the mosque to pray, leaving their wives and children outside to wait for them.

Hari Raya Day is a great day for them and many of the European people are honoured by presents from the Malays, such as curries, or Malay delica' cies. All day the streets of Singapore are filled with thronging merrymakers.

SHIRLEY BIRCH A N D A N G E L A M A C H A D O (14), Loreto, Claremont.

The Old Vic in Adelaide All is dark. T h e city sleeps. Suddenly there comes a sound. A motor car appears through the gloom of Rundle Street, its lights waking the sleepers on the footpath. It stops. T h e lights go out. A little insignificant man emerges, hauling after him as many rugs as he can possibly manage. H e looks about; he sees the long unending line of recumbent figures, and shows signs of despair. T h e n the v o y age of discovery commences. H e is not certain of the place. H e only remembers it was a fish shop, a small unobtrusive fish shop. T h e abuse that this poor little man receives is unbelievable, if you have never spent the night in a queue.

Further up the queue, a small light is suddenly visible. T h e little man goes faster, ceasing his slow investigation of the sleepers. H e is sure of his way.

T h e features of the little man are relaxed, his eyes brightened with relief. H e has arrived with all his baggage. His predecessor has packed up and is

waiting to go to more comfortable lodgings. A few words are exchanged. "They're changing guard," the other says, and disappears. T h e little man settles down. T h e would-be sleepers doze. All is dark.

T h e city sleeps . . .

Here is the reward of such sacrifice. T h e curtain rises on Richard III., the first of the Plays presented by the Old Vic Theatre Company, a branch of the famous original Old Vic Company, which is now divided into different branches scattered over England.

A n d now to Richard. T h e figure of this dead King is brought to the reality of life. One sees this King, the last of the Yorkists, originator of ceaseless misery, and yet fatefully the minister of justice, plotting his bloody way to the throne, cold and heartless.

Richard, astutely brilliant, whose life is tragedy because of what it might have been; controlling with subtle cunning the whole court; merciless in his disPage Twenty-Eight

L O R regard of human life; with one aim, the throne of England. T h e sad figure of Lady Anne, sweetly beautiful, passes as a rose through life, and, overcome with grief, fades quietly away.

Margaret of Anjou, disappointed and cursing, was played with dignified power. Her curses fell on the Princes of the court, who had, each in his turn, contributed to the sorrow and unrest of the English Royal Houses. Most of them met their death at the hand of Richard, and he his, at Richmond's, on Bosworth Field. W i t h Richmond's succession to the throne as Henry VII., the play closes.

E T O The Old Vic season caused an easily recognisable difference in the routine of Adelaide life. I have shown the lengths to which one little man went, to obtain one seat for Richard, but this kind of thing did not last for only one night. Oh, no! for quite a number of nights. Many said it was madness, but many others, one of whom is myself, think decidedly otherwise. These people will never forget the Plays, and therefore never regret the queues.

R O S A N N E MCLAUGHLIN (Leaving), Marryatville.

Birkalla The Anzac Highway stretches before us—a motor' ist's dream, broad, smooth and perfect. W e , too, join the ceaseless flow of traffic. W h e r e are we going?—to Glenelg, the inevitable terminus of all patrons of the beach?-—but no, to Birkalla.

Here is the turning. Yes—no—ah, yes. About half way to Glenelg the car swings off into a narrow track, then crawls across a paddock full of pot-holes and ruts. As we are unsuccessfully endeavouring to rub the third bump from our heads—usually somewhat hard to make an impression on—the car rises laboriously to the summit of the mound—the mound immediately preceding the entrance gates to the Polo grounds, alias Birkalla.

In an instant we are down the rise, and gliding over the grassy area reserved for cars.

Walking from the car necessitates passing through the saddling paddock—a dangerous procedure. T h e grooms seem obscessed with the desire to trample you underfoot, as they run to and fro with their horses, and we jump hastily aside—vague recollec tions of lines from T h e Charge of the Light Brigade' 1 uppermost in our confused brains—confused by the noise, the hurry and the bustle and the unfamiliar scenery.

Remarks by the ladies concerning the smart check horse rugs. "Just look at that breakfast cloth on that horse, my dear," cause much uproarious merriment among the grooms. T h e horses are hosed after having played, and we advance nearer to inspect this operation more closely. A bay horse is being shampooed, and perhaps it is my sister's ultra-modern hat, or perhaps the horse is overcome by so many admirers; anyway, it becomes very embarrassed, and the groom suddenly becomes voluble.

Strategically avoiding any horses, loose or otherwise, we reach the grandstand, a magnificent structure of genuine pinewood, consisting of four tiers of garden seats. Thankfully, we climb into one of these, allowing our gaze to wander over the players, sitting on the verandah of their club rooms. Young and Page Thirty-Six

old alike wear white breeches, tan boots, white polo helmets, and shirts of either blue or white, according to the colours of their team. W e are just in time to see the end of a chukka, the eight-minute period of play. T h e ponies are blowing hard as the grooms take them, and the tired players climb over the low fence separating the field from the stand. A new team of eight ponies—four a side—is brought out, and new players select a stick—not a mallet, please— from their bundle leaning on the fence, mount, and ride to the centre of the ground for the throw in.

A number of sticks is necessary, as they are of bamboo and easily broken. T h e height of our embarrassment is reached when one of our party likens the game to "croquet on horseback," the most insulting of all the remarks from the players' point of view.

The game has begun. It is a fast game, filled with dashing displays of horsemanship and accurate hitting towards the two goal mouths. T h e ponies are exceedingly well trained—they lean on their opponents to keep them from the ball, turn quickly and resume galloping in a stride. T h e chukka over, afternoon tea is announced. This is an open air affair and becomes very humorous on a windy day—you become convinced eventually that your tea's flavour is improved by tree leaves and insects.

The players file out after a little while and they are heard calling for their horses—play begins again.

This game, the fastest in the world except icehockey, is essentially a team game, full of thrills and spills, but luckily the latter are in the minority this day.

The cut-about ball has twice been changed, iced water and lemon squash run out and the crowd gradually diminished—as crowds do—about five o'clock. W e , too, look across that vast expanse of well-kept turf, the vivid green accentuated by the white of the border fence, the sand hills in the background gradually merging into the perfect blue of a late summer afternoon sky. T h e glorious ball of

L O R E T O fire is slowly bidding this side of the universe farewell for another day, and it reminds us that we, too, should be taking our leave of Birkalla. Slowly we get into the car. Reluctantly we dawdle past the horses, and as we rise over the mound a second

time, we cast a long, lingering glance back to the small figures out there on the smooth green sea of turf, battling for the possession of a fourteen ounce white ball.

M. H A N N A N (Leaving), Loreto, Marryatville.

A First Night Never shall I forget my first night at a real play.

From the time I knew my good fortune in having a ticket for Richard III. by the Oliviers, excitement began to rise. Daddy had prepared me for the event, telling me the story and reading me Shakespeare's play.

Then came the night—I was actually going . . .

T h e curtain rises. A hush descends on the audience. Every ear is strained, every eye turned towards the stage, every person alert with impatient attention. Suddenly a door in one of the wings is opened. A n evil-looking man dressed in the black velvets of the 14th century limps on to the stage.

This is Richard, Duke of Gloucester, played by one of the greatest Shakespearean actors, Sir Laurence Olivier.

Lady Olivier appears for the first time in the second scene of Act I. She is dressed in white as a widow of the century, as she takes part in the funeral procession of Henry VI., her murdered husband's father. T h e procession is rudely interrupted

by Richard, who makes love to her. Her fragile

loveliness and queenly grace contrast strongly with the uncouth and deformed Richard who jests with her.

Of all the tragedies, I thought the death of the princes was the most terrible. As we went through the play, we felt that we were living in that century of terrible upheaval when evil was rife—but when it was known as sin.

T h e ghosts in the last act provided a wonderful scene as one by one they step into a strip of green light across the stage. They are the ghosts of the people Richard has murdered, and in turn they make him most terrifying speeches. A n d who could forget the last scene of all, where Richard, weighed down by his conscience, cries: " A horse! A horse!

My kingdom for a horse!"

On coming out of the warm theatre into the cold air of the early morn, I was completely dazed, delighted and awed by the wonderful acting I had SCen

LYN D U N N I C L I F F (Intermediate), Loreto, Normanhurst.

Eileen Joyce's Recital A t the news that Eileen Joyce was giving a recital there was much excitement at school and in the city, and all the best musicians and other interested people were early at the booking office. Some of the children from our school were going.

T h e night fixed for the concert was fine and warm. W e proudly walked into the vast hall, dressed in our grey uniforms. You see, Eileen Joyce went to school at Loreto, in Western Australia.

We were very early and the hall was not crowded, but as the minutes fled the number rapidly increased, until the hall and even half the stage was a mass of bobbing multi-coloured heads. Twelve hundred more were turned sadly away from the doors.

A f t e r about thirty minutes' waiting, the great pianiste came, unexpectedly, from back of the stage.

T h e applause was deafening. T h e n suddenly a great change took place. Silence reigned supreme for the next twenty minutes while an awe-stricken audience,

all eyes fixed on those wonderful hands, listened to the strains of Schubert's Impromptu in B flat. Then, after thunderous applause, she played Chopin's Funeral March Sonata. N o t a person stirred in the hushed crowd, through this long composition. Interval followed. Next came five short compositions.

W h e n these were over, a gentleman presented two bouquets of gladioli and roses, but two of our own schoolgirls presented her with a bouquet of red flowers tied with the school colours. She bowed and went out, but on coming back for the second bow, she carried our bouquet. Our pride was greater still.

She bowed four times and played two encores.

Then, our hands tingling and red from clapping, we went home in sheer wonderment and thanks that we had had the good fortune to hear Australia's Eileen Joyce.

JILL W E B B (13), Loreto, Brisbane.

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L O R E T O

Melbourne Diocesan Centenary Celebrations From May 2nd to May 9th, we celebrated the Centenary of the Archdiocese of Melbourne. Bishop Gould was appointed in 1848 to govern the Church in the whole of Victoria. The Melbourne Diocese has the distinction—which must surely be unique—of possessing only three Archbishops during the first century of its existence.

Many visitors came to join with us in our celebrations. His Eminence, Cardinal Gilroy, came with numbers of priests from Sydney, and His Eminence, Cardinal Spellman, came with a group of fourteen Bishops and priests from America. W e had the privilege of meeting Cardinal Spellman when he offered Mass in our Chapel on May 8th.

One of the most distinguished of the American visitors was Monsignor Fulton J. Sheen, the best known radio preacher in the United States. He gave many notable addresses during his visit to Melbourne; one was his address on Communism to 25,000 men at the Exhibition Building.

During the Centenary Celebrations, 15,000 children of the Archdiocese sang the Mass at the Exhibition Buildings. It was a wonderful experience to hear so many fresh young voices singing the praises of God, and to realise what a splendid foundation

the Catholic schools are laying for the future of the Church in Melbourne. Many said that this was one of the most impressive functions of the week.

The celebrations concluded with the staging of an open-air play, called "No Mean City," at Caulfield racecourse, on Sunday evening, May 9th. Crowds began to collect at an early hour of the day, and it is estimated that 120,000 had gathered before the play began. The play dealt with the growth of the Church in Melbourne from the early days when there was not even one priest to aid the few scattered Catholic settlers, until the present day, when the Catholic Church has built Churches and schools in nearly every suburb.

Many sincere and well-deserved tributes were paid to our reverend Archbishop, who for thirty-one years has ruled the Church in Melbourne, and witnessed its phenomenal growth. W e have been granted immense graces by Almighty God during this first hundred years, and pray that by fidelity and loyalty to Him we may pass on the heritage of the Faith to those who will continue to build up the Church in the next hundred years.

M O Y A DOYLE, Loreto, Toorak.

June Wright's Visit During March, a former pupil of Mandeville, June Healy (now June Wright) came with her publisher to tell us how she wrote her book, "Murder in a Telephone Exchange," which received a prize in the United Nations Literary Competition.

Mrs. Wright, who has four young children, still found time to write this cleverly planned murder story. She herself worked in a Melbourne telephone exchange, and so had all the technical details she needed for the plot. While she was at school she showed a flair for English Literature, but never thought of writing books until she was married and found that writing was a great relaxation.

This is her first book and we must congratulate

her on its great success. After her talk, we were all eager to read the book, a copy of which she had autographed and given to the school library. W e asked Mrs. Wright if she had found any difficulty in writing the book. She told us that when she needed inspiration for further chapters she turned to Our Lady. Mrs. Wright also said that girls of Loreto, if they thought of taking up a literary career, should be careful never to violate those principles which play such an important part in their education.

She concluded by saying that she hoped that many of us would follow in her footsteps.

SHELAGFI DOYLE and M A R Y ROSE M A C ROSSAN, Loreto, Toorak.

NATURE. I love the bush with its flowers and trees; I love the air and the gentle breeze; I love the streams and the lakes, so blue; I love the gum and the wattle, too.

I love the earth and the flowers that grow; / love the willows that bend so low; I love the rocks, moss-covered and caved, I love all the things that God has made.

— V A L E R I E S H I E L D S ( 1 1 ) , Loreto, N e d l a n d s .

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O Sweet Fancy" A FAIRIES' BALL.

One bright moonlight night I felt restless, and so I got up and put on my dressing gown and slippers, and went for a walk in the garden. All was quiet, except for the tinkling of the Canterbury Bells in the soft wind.

Then to my ears came a soft and beautiful music; it came from the bottom of the garden, where the lawn was fringed with ferns. So I crept into the ferns and to my surprise, I found a fairies1 ball in full progress. I sat and watched. From every fern hung beautiful woven silver spider webs, and from every flower hung glowworms. And then my eyes fell upon the Fairy Queen on a Bluebell throne.

Her dress was of pink sunset cloud, with baby silver stars on it, and her cloak was of silver night cloud.

She had a crown of silver, with a star on it, and a silver wand. And then my attention went to a little fairy swinging by in a rose petal gown, with a little star at the waist. Then the Fairy Queen said, "My subjects, we have had enough play to-night."

A silver moon-coach, lined with grey cloud, drew up; the Queen got into it and drove away. Quickly the glow-worms put out their lights, and all was in darkness.

HELEN DAVEY (11), Loreto, Dawson Street

A M I D N I G H T DANCE. It is twelve o'clock on Midsummer Night! The old grandfather clock booms forth the hour. Is that a golliwog that is getting out of the old box in the nursery? Hark! The old toy piano is playing.

"May I have this dance?" asks a fat teddy-bear, and Topsy, the black doll, says, "Certainly." "Minnie Mouse will fall over Montey Mouse's feet if she is not careful," squeaks Tabitha, the toy cat. The china doll throws up her hands, saying, "Oh, dear, the noise is just appalling, I doubt if my poor nerves will stand it." The stuffed rabbit and Georgina Pig are pronounced public nuisances, because they keep

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treading on the other dolls' toes. Milly Lamb dances a tap dance, and the tin soldiers give a boring display of marching. " T h e fairy doll is so conceited," whispers Mamma Lamb. "I quite agree, my dear," replies Pappa Lamb. "It is a pity, for a gentle doll like that could have a good influence on ruffians such as Golliwog and Percy Porker.

The dawn is breaking, and a cock is crowing; the midnight dance is over, leaving a feeling that we have been dreaming.

V E R N A HAYES (First Year), Portland

MARIGOLD.

Little flower near my garden wall, You are not so fine as the holly-hocks And yet I want you more than all, 0 gold, brown-spotted star!

are;

1 love you for the name you bear; For long ago in days of old, When all the world loved Mary's name, They called you Mary's gold.

So shall my garden always A little golden Marigold; A little gold, brown-spotted Our Lady Mary's Gold.

hold star.

— H E L E N M c G O L D R I C K (11), Loreto, D a w s o n Street.

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L O R E T O

Loreto Convent, Claremont PREFECTS. Patricia Melvin, M g t . Cullity, J a c q u e l y n M a g e e , Beverley P r i o r , Patricia M a r y Doyle.

Smith,

Maureen

McKittrick,

Marie

McCutcheon,

L E A V I N G CLASS. P a t r i c i a S m i t h , P a t r i c i a Melvin, M a r g a r e t Cullity, M a r i e M c C u t c h e o n , J a c q u e l y n Magee, Beverley P r i o r , M a u r e e n O ' S u l l i v a n .

S U B - L E A V I N G CLASS. M a r i e A l b r e c h t , M a u r e e n Coakley, R o b i n Powell, M a r y Doyle, L a u r e e n O ' B r i e n , K a t h l e e n F r a n k l y n , Bernice Cullity, M a u r e e n McKittrick, G e r a l d i n e Prendiville, Nell S h e e h a n .

F O R M I. J o a n D r e n n a n , J o s e p h i n e D u n p h y , Colleen C a r r o l l , A n n e t t e Robinson, V a l m a i D e a n e , A n t o i n e t t e Stewart, N i n a B y r o n , A n n e t t e Wells, J a n i c e R o b i n s o n , Y v o n n e M u r c o t t , S u s a n Tilly, P a t r i c i a M c H e n r y , M a x i n e C l u n n i n g , H e l e n W e b s t e r , P e g g y J o n e s , Leonie P e t e r s o n , H e l e n Fitzgerald, M g t . T r o y .

Absent: Mary Pannell.

CLASS III A N D IV. J e n n i f e r H u g h e s , M a r i a n n e V a l l e n t i n e , M g t . T a y l o r , D e i d r e W a l s h , Shirley Lawrie, A n n e Slattery, M g t . W a l s h , A n n e F r a n k lyn, Leonie A n t o i n e , A n n e M e l v i n , P a u l i n e H a y , Olive S h e e h a n , P a m Kelly, A n n e M a r t i n , M a r l e e n B a r r a t t , Elizabeth Bartlett, D i a n n e H o l m a n , V i v i e n n e S h e e h a n , J u n e B r a h a m , J u d i t h Evans, P a t r i c i a H a r r i s , V a l m a i D o d d , Sally M a l l o c h , Gillian H a d f i e l d . A b s e n t : Sally G w y n n e , M a r i l y n K e n n e d y .

CLASS 1 A N D II. C h r i s t i n e Lloyd, A n n e H o l b r o o k , P a t r i c i a H e i g h , Y v o n n e M a r t i n , A n n A h e r n , Alicia Cortese, C h e r r y F l y n n , F r a n c e s Riley, C h r i s t i n e O ' H a r a , J u n e G a d s d o n , Gillian Grieve, M g t . D c d d , S o n i a C r a n s t o n , G e m m a W h i t e , N e r y l O b e r g , Eve C a l d e r , L o r r a i n e R y a n , K a y V a l l e n t i n e , J u d i t h Fisher, C a r o l e D u n p h y , S a n d r a N e a l . A b s e n t : K a t h e r i n e L a v a n , J e n n i f e r C u l l e n , Erin O ' C o n n o r , Prudence O ' C o n n o r , Marie D i a m o n d , Susan Glynn.

KINDERGARTEN. Michael A h e r n , N o e l Bolitho, M i c h a e l Wells, Peter W e y g e r s , T e r r y D o n n e l l y , Sally A r m s t r o n g , A n n e H a r r i s , M a r y Q u i n l a n , J o h n H a d f i e l d , D u d l e y Fry, M a u r e e n R y a n , J o h n W a l l a c e . A b s e n t : M a r y Slattery, P e t e r Kelly, T o n y M i c h e l s o n .

J U N I O R CLASS. Adele Birch, A n g e l a M a c h a d o , Lynette M e l v i n , F r a n c i n e H e g n e y , G r t t c h e n W a l s h , W e n d y Nevill, J u d i t h P e p l o e , L o r n a B o u c h e r , M g t . H e r o n , R o m a M o l i n a r i , Shirley Birch, C a r m e l W h i t e , Louise A r n d t , N u a l a M c D o n a l d , J o a n M c N e v i n , Absent: Margot Eddy, Kathleen Gray.

S U B - J U N I O R CLASS. A u g u s t i n e K e e n a n , J e n n i f e r Q u i n , J u d i t h Browne, M a r i a n W e b s t e r , Farley T a y l o r , Betty M a y , E t h n a Edwards, A n n e t t e Doyle, P a u l i n e T h o m a s , M a r y Bartlett, H e l e n R a p h a e l , P a t r i c i a Lawrie, M g t . McCarlie, Rita W h i t e , Sheila Birch.

FORM III. J e a n e t t e Collier, Elizabeth G i b b o n s , A n n e S t r o u d , M g t . G u i l f o y l e , J a n i c e S m i t h , G e o r g i n a G a r d n e r , M a u r e e n B r e n n a n , M g t .

B y r o n , H a z e l C a r v a l h o , P a t r i c i a Burke, D i a n a Barrett, M g t . B u n k e r , M a u r e e n M c D o n a l d , T a m a l a Logue, P a t r i c i a Sketchley, S u s a n n a h Q u i n , M a r y M c M u l l e n , J u d i t h Masel, P a t r i c i a R a y n o r , Berinice F r a n k l y n , J o y c e l y n D u n p h y , P a m Stewart, A n n e B u r c h e t t . A b s e n t : Lois S p e n c e r , Y v o n n e D u r a c k , P a u l i n e H e e n a n .

FORM II. M a r y P e t e r s o n , A n n e Fitzgerald, Y v o n n e N o r o n h a , A n n e P a r a m o r , Mgt. M c A u l i f f e , G e r a l d i n e B a h e n , D i a n a Lawrie, Lynette Briggs, Beverley D o d d , P e g g y Reeves, J o a n H o l b r o o k , E n i d F a r d o n , M g t . A d a m s , B a r b a r a Scahill.

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LORETO CONVENT, 1-

Kindergarten.

2.

F o r m I.

3.

CLAREMONT

Classes III and IV.

4.

Classes I and II.

LORETO CONVENT, 1.

Juniors.

2.

Sub-Junior.

CLAREMONT 3.

F o r m III,

4.

F o r m II.

Views and Opinions Clocks If ever I feel the urge to start a revolution creeping upon me, I shall take a large white sheet of cardboard, and scrawl across it in great red letters three short words: "Away with clocks!1'' Armed with this, I shall parade up and down Swanston Street until the Town Hall clock hides its head in shame, and Flinders Street Station crawls away to die. And then I shall be content.

Of what use are clocks? They are only a cheap and man-made imitation of the sun. The sun marks the passing of time with a stately glory, shedding radiance on all it sees, and laughing as it sweeps by at the petty little clock, trying vainly to make itself more important by its fussy ticking and pompous chime. W h y use an imitation when the original is beaming down from above?

The birds have no clocks. Yet their song welcomes the day as the sun rises, and bids it farewell as it sinks to rest. A dog has no clock; but a dog will wait punctually at the gate every day to welcome his master home. A dog has instinct—but if a dog has developed this instinct through necessity, surely man, had he been in the same position, would have developed it too.

Have clocks brought any happiness into the world?'

Think for one moment of all the lover's quarrels brought about by a clock that was too slow—a clock that was too fast—always a clock! The very name should be warning enough—but no! Mr. Everyman still sets the alarm for a ghastly hour in the chill, grey dawn; is still awakened by its shrill screech, and is in such a hurry to be in the office by nine o'clock that he has no time to notice the frost glittering in the grass, the fleecy clouds playing hide-and-seek in the blue valley of the sky, or the sunshine gleaming through the trees. W h y not wake up to the touch of the sun on your face and the wind on your cheek? W h y not work as you wish to, and not as the clock dictates? There might not be so much work done, but the world would be a happier place.

A happy world is a peaceful world—so there wouldn't be so much work to do. And as Robert Louis Stevenson says: "You have no idea, unless you have tried it, how endlessly long is a summer's day, that you measure only by hunger, and bring to an end only when you are drowsy." So why live in ignorance? Let's try it!

M A R I E BRADY, Loreto, Toorak.

Modern "Education" W h y did I have to be born in the 20th Century?

Why, oh why, wasn't it the eighteenth, nineteenth, or even the twenty-first—but not on any account the twentieth Century?

Nowadays, education begins at the mature age of two years. Two—mind you! W h y , I didn't even know what a school was at that age and didn't even appreciate that lack of knowledge, not even realising that ignorance was bliss. You wonder what a baby of two can do besides suck everything he comes in contact with. Well, I'll tell you what they do when they start school.

Before attempting any steps in the elements of the English language, such as pot-hooks, they learn to distinguish the difference between colours, pick out cards the same size, throw blocks at one another, thread cards with string and, above all, to indulge in free expression and expand their babyish lungs, to the consternation of the neighbours.

There is nothing that disturbs me more than to switch on the wireless and hear, "Look, all my little kiddy-widdies, look at the pitty puff-puff. It goes.

Toot, toot.' Let's all be pitty puff-puffs, too. That's

right; round we go—'puff puff, toot toot' . . . " I switch it off!

After a few months of this rigorous training, the class of "freshers" becomes a group of little human machines, when by rights they should be carefree children making mud-pies in their own back gardens.

W h e n this course of a few years is finished the little machines are promoted to Prep. I., where they begin their " A for apple; A says 'a' "—and so on, through the entire alphabet.

Next they learn the fundamental principles of arithmetic, and from the first step, "One and one are two," develop to the standard of "five thousand, nine hundred and ninety-nine times fifty-seven thousand and fourteen," which is about Fourth Grade standard Next step is Scholarship—a step that some wise people don't take, as the range of subjects is restricted to four—English, Mathematics, History and Geography. This examination causes an unnecessary amount of anxiety, and after all, the only recognition, if you do pass, is your name written in the Daily Mail in the tiniest letters possible.

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L O R T h e next step carries us on into the Secondary School, holding two examinations, Junior and Senior, both entailing non-stop slavery—failing nevertheless to produce any satisfactory results in many cases— I know!

A f t e r Senior the education of a child is over, and he or she is mentally equipped for the battle of life, either in a university or at work. Maybe it would be well if modern educationalists gave serious thought

E T O to Lord Tweedsmuir, popularly known as "John Buchan." W h e n opening a university in Canada some years ago, he said it might be advisable to give an M.A. Certificate when giving a Baptismal Certificate —then our children would have time to be educated at leisure.

ELIZABETH Brisbane.

POWER

(Sub-Senior),

Loreto,

Books That Live It would be a truism to say that books influenced our lives more powerfully than any other force we meet in life. But, to-day, life is lived in haste. W h a t with the wireless and the films, and such a spate of novels and magazines to read, one has not time to form an affection for a favourite book. W e regard as a classic a book that has lasted for a century or so; then what are we to call a book that has lasted many centuries? Such a book is the N e w Testament.

T h e Book of Acts has been called one of. the world's greatest thrillers. So it is. Its author, St. Luke, is the prince of story-tellers. His story is full of excitement, prison, earthquake, shipwreck, miracles —adventures galore. W e need the background of the Acts to understand the letters St. Paul wrote.

Some of these letters are as fresh as if t h i y were written yesterday. Is there any heart that will not be touched by the old missionary's last letter to hit friend. H e was old and lonely in a prison cell, and he longed for his beloved Father Tim. H e remembered the loneliness of the parting long ago, and now he wrote encouraging Father Tim—assuaging the pain in his own heart. W h a t a sore heart it was! But no bitterness was allowed to enter it. Like his Master, he asked God to forgive those who had deserted him. Again, he begs Father Tim to come soon, and to bring him the coat he left somewhere

It was cold in that prison cell. It was too late. Father Tim and he did not meet until the glory of Heaven.

But we still read St. Paul's Second Epistle to Timothy As for the Life of Our Lord as told in the Gos' pels, imagine meeting for the first time the first chapter of St. Luke. It has all the beauty of Spring' time. T h e two canticles, the Magnificat and the Benedictus are sublime lyrics—the characters, alive in their humanity and their faith.

In the Beatitudes, we find much encouragement: "Blessed are the meek . . . they that hunger and thirst after justice . . . the merciful . . ." Mercy is needful in our relationship with others, as we are always begging God for mercy on ourselves. W e must be disposed to understand and help others, forgetting their offences. T h e Beatitudes console and encourage those who suffer persecution. All through the ages Our Lord's words have sustained His followers.

T h e New Testament is for everyone, not just for priests and nuns. It can be of inestimable value to us in these days when the skies lower so threateningly over us. It keeps before us the thought that after the blackest sky there will come the brightness of a resurrection morning; that the Prince of peace will conquer and will reign in glory for ever.

M O N I C A T E H A N (Leaving), Loreto, Dawson Street.

"The Pied Piper of Hamelin" Opera in three Acts.

T h e Story in brief (told by an eye-witness).

(Based on R. Browning's "Pied Piper") Libretto by Anna Beiswenger.

Music by Jaseph Clokey.

Music introduced: " H e a r My Prayer (Mendelssohn), "Ave Maria" (Percy K a h n ) .

A C T 1 follows closely the story as told by R. Browning. T h e opening scene is a colourful one.

We meet the Citizens of Hamelin in festive attire, and the opening chorus makes known the troubles of the rat-infested town. Song and dance are interrupted by RATS! Something must be done, but the worried Mayor is powerless. Together the Mayor, Council and people lament despairingly—

O n Friday, the 13th April, and Saturday, the first of May, the "Pied Piper of Hamelin" was presented by the pupils of Loreto Abbey, Mary's Mount.

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LORETO CONVENT,

1.

Prefects.

2.

Leaving.

CLAREMONT

3.

Sub-Leaving.

MANDEVILLE 1.

G r a d e I Girls.

2.

G r a d e III.

3.

HALL,

G r a d e IV

TOORAK 4.

Kindergarten

5.

G r a d e I Boys.

L O RE T O " O for a trap, a trap, a trap, A big, broad, bright, brass, rat trap, A strong, stout, stiff, steel rat-trap."

(The words tumble over one another like rats scurrying to their d o o m ) . " O h for a trap Enter the Piper to the gayest of music.

H o w dare this extraordnary creature interrupt their meeting!

Indignation gives place to interest as the Piper sings— "By a secret charm I draw A f t e r me as ne'er you saw, All the creatures living here beneath the sun, T h a t creep, or swim, or fly, or run."

T h e n comes the bargain. " A n d as for what your brain bewilders, I'll rid your town for a thousand guilders."

Joyfully is the offer accepted, and the h o p e f u l people rashly but willingly raise the sum to "Fifty thousand guilders."

T h e "Rat Fugue" is played, and the piper lures f r o m their holes every rat in Hamelin. Down they follow to the River, " A n d there they all died with a terrible screech."

T h e Mayor is no longer a harassed man. As the townsfolk gather round him he assures them that he saw with his own eyes" the vermin sink." " A n d " (he sings knowingly.) " W h a t ' s dead can't come to life I think!"

Mayor and Citizens rejoice together. Choruses are spirited and infectiously gay.

"Come all ye merry people, ring the bell in the steeple!

Ding dong ."

T h e merriment is at its height when the Piper returns to claim his guilders. T h e promise is deliberately broken. T h e warning of the indignant Piper is unheeded, "They who put me in a passion May find me pipe in another fashion."

T o the sounds of laughter and jeers he is driven f r o m the city. T h e cries of a crafty people follow him— "Lazy ribald, clad in piebald—Bah !"

In the stillness of night the Piper returns.

H e plays—softly as first. I t is a call to the Children of Hamelin, and they respond. Mystified, enthralled, rejoicing they follow the Piper.

A lame boy tries to keep pace with the eager procession but he is too slow. As he struggles forward, the door to the Mystic Mountain closes.

Weeping, he returns to his lonely home.

A C T II. (Music unchanged, Action adapted).

Act I I . shows the children in the "Land of Dreams come true." They are happy with the Piper and held by the wondrous power of his music. To their delight the Moon dances with gnomes and fairies. A Dream Lady comes to them, and for their entertainment, she summons toy soldiers (Very important!), dancing dolls (Dainty!), and loved characters f r o m German Folk Lore—princes, princesses, court ladies, Snow White and Rose Red, the Goose Girl, Little Red Cap, and Cinderella. W h e n the children are tired of play, to the strains of lovely music, and in an atmsophere of ever changing coloured light, the little visitors are banished. Darkness comes The music dies away. T h e contented chlidren of Hamelin are asleep.

A C T I I I reveals a repentant and grief-stricken city. T h e Mayor and Councillors have no news to comfort the hearts of the bereft parents. W h e n a townsman sings pleadingly " H e a r my Prayer, O God incline T h i n e ear" the people let the cry well up f r o m the depths of their souls.

Almost as if in immediate answer to their prayer, the Piper appears. At first he doubts their sincerity; but the pleading of the lonely lame boy wins him. H e tells the people that he led away their children to save them from the spirit of crafty seeking for gain. With a hand on the shoulder of the lame bov he gently sings " T h y goodness has won me, stay and be blest, For thee I will pipe and bring back the rest.

And may the young lives which I summon to-day Teach old hearts and young a wondrous new way, W h e r e joy shall reign and all give o'er T o kindness and gentleness evermore."

H e puts his pipe to his lips and, like magic, the children come scampering back to their parents.

An "Ave Maria" of thanksgiving rises to Heaven (Never shall I forget it). T h e Piper must be thanked. W h e r e is he? From the near hill toos his song floats faintly to us. A humble Mayor expounds the moral: "A promise is a fragile thing, It may be wise to never make one, But wiser still to NEVER BREAK O N E . " As the last curtain falls, we are left with tbe echoes of the song— "Let's make music every day T o charm some h a r m f u l thing away (a haunting, lilting, lovely thing!)

T h e laughter still ringing in our ears, is that of a purified people.

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L O R

E T O

"Full Many a Flower is Born to Blush Unseen" Sweetening th'e desert, or lost in the jungle, some rare and beautiful flowers are to be found. It is said they are more beautiful than any looked upon by human eyes.

Orchids, whose beauty exceeds anything to be found in a florist's shop, deck the rich soil of many of these tropical islands.

Yet the soldiers were unable even to give us an idea of their delicacy and beauty by bringing one back to Australia.

They lie hidden beneath marshy u n d e r g r o w t h caused by tropical rains, fed by the tears of clouds and nourished by the warm rays of the sun—these are the works of the incomparable artist—Nature.

A s the day passes, in her red and purple robes, behind the low sand-hills of the desert, a veil of coolness and peace drops on those plains and is welcomed by other tiny flowers that will wilt before day-break.

Like crystal held in t h e sun, these flowers are radiant with all the soft, mellow colours of God's beautiful creation. Renewed by the crystalline dews of Heaven, these jewel-like flowers glisten beneath a rising moon. They, too,

are rarely seen, then only by wandering tribes, who can little appreciate them. A r o u n d the oasis are to be found in haunting colours waterlilies of varied types.

Truly, "Full many a flower is born to blush unseen A n d waste its sweetness on the desert air."

So it is with men.

Grey has told us— "Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire, Hands that the rod of Empire might have swayed Or waked to ecstacy the living lyre."

T h e number of great men and women who have spent their lives in small country villages, "Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife," far surpasses the reckoning of many. These humble, but noble souls, performed their homely tasks each day, and while they may have had the ability of Bonaparte or the genius of Beethoven, yet they had not the opportunity to make it known to the world PATRICIA O'SULLIVAN bane.

(13),

Loreto,

Bris-

Christopher Brennan Of all anthologies those of Australian verse probably afford us least satisfaction. T o anyone w h o has ploughed through undiluted ballad interspersed with such sonnets as " T h e Bush," it must be painfully obvious that we either lack Australian poets or that our anthologists do not include their work.

Fortunately, it is the latter situation which prevails, as a reader of Christopher Brennan's poetry must realise.

This philosopher-poet was born in 1870, near Sydney, of Irish Catholic parents. His school life was that of a normally clever boy, and after taking a scholarship in classics at the Jesuit College of Riverview, he continued his education at t h e University, taking his M . A . Degree with honours in classics. H e went to Europe, and at the age of twenty-five married a German girl; but his life was not completely happy, perhaps because she was not mentally mature enough to understand him, or perhaps because Christopher Brennan was not meant to experience happiness in this world. T h e general trend of his poetry points to the latter conclusion, for even amongst his earliest works there is little of bubbling joy or inexpressible happiness, for already the "nostalgia of a predestined soul" was taking possession of him. Perhaps, too, the early rejection of his Faith was a source of worry and disquiet, for he never found a consistent philosophy to fill the Page Twenty-Eight

gap which religion left. It is hard, however, to imagine that the author of these lines could have really lacked faith.

"The lamp of adoration, dim and rich with unction kept for Him, Whom Bethlehem's manger first made warm, the sweetest God in human form, love's prisoner in the Eucharist."

T h e vindication of his submerged beliefs came when he returned to the C h u r c h shortly before his death.

H e really is a poet, and a great one, with a depth that must make an impression on Australia's poetic traditions. His poetry is not for every mood, but when the dejection caused by uncongenial surroundings demands companionship, if not consolation, we can surely find it here.

"Under a sky of uncreated mud, Or sunk beneath the accursed streets, my life Is added up of cupboard-musty weeks, And ringed about with walls of ugliness; Some narrow world of ever-streaming air.

My days of azure have forgotten me."

Being a true poet he had the gift of describing vital personal revelations in a language understood by all who have felt the influence of sublime beauty as manifested in nature.

W e have so many absorbing, practical occupations that we have no time to

L O R E T O appreciate the eternal which awaits eternity to be appreciated.

Brennan trod a hopeless road through the greater part of his life and, like almost all that is beautiful, his poetry is the fruit of bitter experience, but he left us a strong philosophy,

'ThcT the going be hard and the goal blinded with rain, Yet the staying is a death that is never softened with sleep.11 J A C Q U E L I N E M A G E E (16), Loreto, Claremont, W.A.

Animal Antics I love animals because they are faithful and trusting and responsive to kindness. They all have their own characteristics, and afford amusement to anyone who takes the trouble to study them.

In pre-war days, when the shops displayed "Friday Specials," our guinea-pigs were allowed indoors on that night to sample the tempting array in our vege-

table baskets. A f t e r each had selected a carrot or parsnip they would retire to the verandah, where, lying at ease, they would listen to the wireless until the delicacies were finished.

T h e leader in all mischief is our sheep, Isaac. Quite apart from stealing the gardener's lunch and forcing his way into the house to rob the bread tin, he sometimes takes walks along the main road, accompanied by the other two. O n one occasion, having broken out of his paddock, he followed his usual route, and encountered a war-time convoy of lorries. H e held to the crown of the road, and as the drivers were unwilling to run him down, they stopped. All efforts to move him were unavailing. Holding his Roman nose aloft, he stood his ground—butting those who came within reach. It was only the timely appearance of Mummy, who was searching for him, that allowed the indignant convoy to depart.

"Puck Duck" was reared by hand. Being lonely for her own kind, she cried incessantly, until, in despair, we placed a mirror in her cage. Recognising another duck, she at once became contented. She sat beside her image, conversed with it, and pecked at the glass. W h e n she grew up she was too fond of human society to accept the company of the other ducks, so we let her live around the garden. On my return from the hospital, where I had been five weeks, Puck Duck was the first pet to welcome me.

Recognising me as I was carried in, she followed me to the bedroom, leaving a trail of fan-like footprints.

Quacking loudly, she stood in the doorway regarding me with her topa2,-coloured eyes.

PHILIPPA Normanhurst.

O'LEARY

(Intermediate),

Loreto,

A Family Affair I am a Persian cat called Timothy and I belong to a family called Thompson. As I have nothing better to do with my time now, I shall endeavour to give you my opinion of the family.

Master: Master is a very nice man, and goes out every morning. H e does not come home until six o'clock. I wonder where he goes? Probably, to meet his friends, and to raid the rubbish tins in our neighbours' back yards with them. Eve often heard him mention the word "office." I wonder what that means! I shall have to borrow his dictionary and find out.

Mistress: Mistress is very patient with me, although I often annoy her in the morning by getting under her feet. Well, anyway, I have to be fed sometimes, and that's all I want—a nice saucer of milk. I used to have some meat as well, but I'm dieting now! However, I'll say this much for h e r — she does let me into the house every night, so that I can lie by the fire for several hours, which is more than Bruce, my tormenter, does. I am going to tell you about him now.

Bruce: Bruce is a tyrant. He's some relation to Master and Mistress—their son, I think. H e does Page Thirty-Seven

nothing else but pull my tail and ears and squeeze me until I "Miaou" for mercy. But even that does not seem to satisfy him. He just goes on tormenting me until I hiss at him. Ah, yes. One day he was

pulling my tail harder than usual, when all of a sud' den I hissed at him, and that settled him. He ran for his life. So, whenever I see him coming, and, if I happen to be asleep, I just arch my back and hiss at him very loudly. Then he immediately turns tail and flies.

Judy: Judy, who is Bruce's sister, also goes out in the morning, but she comes home earlier than Master.

She goes out in a queer-looking thing galled a bicycle. She often says she is going to school. I think it's a place where people learn things—probably to catch mice in a more modern way, and how

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to sleep with one eye open in case any stray "visiting" mice come along looking for adventure, while a cat is having his nap. I must say that Judy is very good to me. She never forgets to feed me twice a day, and, as a reward, I go straight down to her bedroom every morning when I am let in to the house by Master. I jump on to her bed (it's always nice and warm), and I curl up there and go to sleep.

Well, I've given you my opinion of the family. I hope you have enjoyed it. It isn't much, I admit, but it has taken me an hour to write. As there is nothing "catty" in it, I have shown it to Judy. She says it is not bad, coming from a cat.

JUDITH THOMPSON Marry atville.

fii/mz

(Second Year), Loreto,

MANDEVILLE 1.

Elementary.

2.

S e c o n d Year.

3.

HALL

Preparatory.

4.

First Year.

5.

G r a d e IV.

MANDEVILLE HALL, 1.

Prefects.

2.

M a t r i c u l a t i o n Class.

3.

Leaving Class.

TOORAK 4.

I n t e r m e d i a t e Class.

5.

S u b - I n t e r m e d i a t e Class.

LOR

E T O

MANDEVILLE HALL,

TOORAK

PREFECTS. J . L e o n a r d , J . Roberts, D. L a h z , M. B y r n e ( H e a d of t h e S c h o o l ) , P. D u n l e v i e , C. D u n n , M . Deviney, M . M c N a m a r a , A. Forrest, J . C l i f f o r d .

M A T R I C U L A T I O N CLASS. F r o n t Row: C. D u n n , M . Byrne, P. D u n l e v i e , P. O ' F a r r e l l .

Back Row: J . Petty, M . D e v i n e y , A . Forerst, D. L a h , J . H a l e y , J . L e o n a r d .

LEAVING. F r o n t Row: L. Bourke, V. T w o m c y , J . C l i f f o r d , B. RufRn, B. Ries, M . Doyle, M . M c N a m a r a .

S e c o n d Row: M . R. M a c r o s s a n , M . W h e l a n , A . B r a i n , A . H a l l , B. K o e r n e r , C. S i m o n , T . M u r p h y , B. R y a n .

Back Row: L. B a r r y , S. Doyle, P. C a m p b e l l , G. Barclay, M . D ' A r c y , M . B r a d y , J . Roberts.

A b s e n t : M. Schieblich.

INTERMEDIATE. F r o n t Row: M . J e n n i n g s , J . Brew, E. S u l l i v a n , D . M c E n c r o e , M . W o r c h , D . T u r n e r , P. O ' H a l l o r a n .

S e c o n d Row: M . N a u g h t o n , M. P a y n e , M . Joyce, M . Berkowitz, M. Clausen, M . E. Fitzgerald, P. Stewart-Jones, A. Glowrey Back Row: R. T r a i t , J . Shillabeer, M . C a u , L. M u r o h y , M . Cotter, A. F l y n n . A b s e n t : J . M c N a m a r a , J . Joyce, D . M c K e r n a n .

SUB-INTERMEDIATE. F r o n t Row: H . W e b b , J . D o n o g h u e . P. Greig, B. D ' A r c y , J . M a h e r , J . O ' D a y , J . M u r r a y , J . Merlo, A . Byrne.

Second Row: M . Cullity, M . M e e h a n , M. Belleville, J . Little, M . C u r r i e , E. Gleeson, Y . Callil, P. K e a t i n g , J . Carey, R. W h i t e h e a d .

Back Row: M . H o l t , J . Rush, D . H o l m b e r g , S. M a h o n , H . C a h i r , R. O ' G r a d y , J . Stack.

A b s e n t : S. Burke, G. B u r r i d g e .

FIRST YEAR. F r o n t Row: T . A s b j o r n s e n , L. D i v i n y , M. C r a w f o r d , R. M a c f a r l a n e , R. Levy, G. Carroll, M . Kelly, B. Stewart.

S e c o n d Row: E. F e r g u s o n , D . H a y e s , S. C u l l e n , M . Filgate, N . Kelly.

T h i r d Row: W . Gleeson, J . W i m p o l e , J . M c C l e l l a n d , B." Q u i n n , M. P o y n t o n , M . Ellis.

A b s e n t : C. Bowen, J . A. Griffin, R. Merlo.

S E C O N D YEAR. F r o n t Row: A . M e i e r , D . Molloy, M . Byrne, V. G o r m a n , M . N i a l l , J . O ' B r i e n , E. C a h i r .

S e c o n d Row: A . M a r s l a n d , L. Gleeson, G. Williams, G. R y a n , M . L o r d , P. B r a i n , E. E d g a r , A. H a l e y .

T h i r d Row: G. G o u l d i n g , R. H a l e y , M . W h i t e , S. Frederico, H . J o r g e n s e n .

A b s e n t : M . H a r d y , J . H a y d e n , M. N a u g h t o n , A . Phillips, M. A . Dwyer, M . Peile.

PREPARATORY. F r o n t Row: P. C o c k b u r n , L. M c C a r t h y , G. M c K e r n a n , N . R y a n , T . Jose, P. M c C o r m a c k , C. Parkes.

Second Row: J . S u l l i v a n , M . Kelly, E. M c C o r m a c k , M . M . Collins, P. Eaves, A . S a l m o n , M. Davis, S. H a y e s .

T h i r d Row: C. Callil, A. Rush, L. L e f e b v r e , A. McKenzie, J . C l . a p m a n , C. S y n m a n , J . J o n e s , M. S m i t h .

A b s e n t : S. C l i f f o r d , J. L a m b e r t , J . L i g h t f o o t , B. Stokes, P. Boyle.

G R A D E IV. F r o n t Row: P a t r i c i a W a r r y , D o r e e n Berkowitz, M a r i e D o m i n i q u e P e r r o n n e , J o s e p h i n e W r i g h t , M a r y R y a n , N o r m a Daley,.

Colette R y a n .

M i d d l e Row: M a r g a r e t Stevens, A n n N o r t h a m , A n n H o u s t o n , N o l a W e d g e , J e n n y Gowans, Clare L o u g h n a n , D e i d r e O ' D a y .

Back Row: D i a n n e Grevis-James, S u s a n K e a r n e y , J u l i a n n a A d a m s , D i a n a Bowen.

Absent: Dorothy Zirkle, J o a n Wurts, Marguerite Gough, Bertrand Dupuche, Adrienne Williams.

ELEMENTARY. F r o n t Row: C l a u d e t t e Kosky, F r a n c e s c a Cash, A n n W i l k i n s o n , Coralie A n n N e e d , M o y a M c C o r m a c k , C a r o l y n G o u l d i n g .

Middle Row: Patsy M e e h a n , D a w n e M a r i e O ' F a r r e l l , J u l i e D ' A r c y , Colleen Stevens, M e t h a Giese, A n n e D ' A r c y , G r a n i a Laftanzi.

Back Row: M a r g a r e t K u h l m a n n , K a t h e r i n e C a l d e r , J o y M c D o n a l d , J a n e t G o r e y .

A b s e n t : A n n Little, V a l e r i e Sheezal, Elizabeth Stokes.

G R A D E III. F r o n t Row: M a r y L y n c h , C a r o l J o n e s , Lisbeth Clowes, J i l l i a n Burke, E d w y n a Fitzgerald, M a r y D u c k .

M i d d l e Row: M a r y Doyle, P a t r i c i a G o o d c h i l d , H e l e n Roche, M a r g a r e t Oliver, M a r y S e c o m b e , C y n t h i a D e t h r i d g e , T h e r e s e Lechte, J a n e G o u l d i n g , M a r g a r e t W a r r y .

Back Row: J o s e p h i n e C a s h m o r e , D i a n a L o r d , S a n d r a Sue R o b i n s o n , Gabrielle A d a m s , J e n n i f e r Godsell, P a t r i c i a Baxter, Margaret O'Connor.

Absent: Marion Serong, Marie Catherine Perronne, Jean D u p u c h e .

G R A D E II. GIRLS. F r o n t Row: G e r a l d i n e L a z a r u s , Elizabeth O ' N e i l l , J a n i c e G i l b e r t s o n , Elizabeth W i m p o l e , M a r i l y n A n g u s , J a n e W h i t e h e a d , .

P e r p e t u a Clancy, D a n i e l l e D e l o f f r e .

Back Row: J o c e l y n Petty, S u z a n n e Brew, M a r y A n n U d e n , S u s a n H a r d y , Y o l a Callil, Rosemary Colder, Cecilia Russo.

A b s e n t : Lolita F r e d e r i c o , L e o n o r e G o u g h , M a r g o t H o l t , A n n e S a u n d e r s , M a u r e e n E a s t o n , J u l i e C o n n o l l y .

G R A D E I GIRLS. F r o n t Row: H e l e n A d a i r Stokes, P a t r i c i a O g g e , A d r i e n n e Ryan, S u e M a g g i a , Robin R o b i n s o n , K a t r i n a Jens, T h e r e s a J e n s .

Back Row: L e o n i e M c K e r n a n , E l a i n e M a l o u f , C a r o l i n e E d w a r d s , M a r y A n i t a E d g e r t o n , Louise Brooks.

A b s e n t : P r u e M a g g i a , W e n d y M a h e r , B a r b a r a M c K e c h n i e , D e i d r e O ' B r i e n , L o r r a i n e Phillips, M a r i e O d i l e P e r r o n n e , G a y l e A c t o n , Sue C o n n o l l y , M a r g u e r i t a F r e d e r i c o . S i m o n e J a c q u i n o t .

G R A D E S I and II BOYS. J o h n M c C a r t h y . B a r r y M e e h a n , M i c h a e l F a l l o n , Peter M e e h a n . J o h n O ' K e e f e , Keith S w a n s t o n , J o h n M c A r d l e , M a r c u s B u r k e , P e t e r J o h n s t o n , J o h n M c G o w a n , D a v i d Scott, J o h n O g g e .

A b s e n t : G e o f f r e y O g g e , A r t h u r A d a m s , T e r e n c e Griffin, J o h n L e c h t e , J o h n Galbally, R o d g e r A d d i e .

KINDERGARTEN. Jillian A n d e r s o n , Denise A n n Barrett, S u s a n A n n Barrett, J o h n B a r r e t t , M a r k Bowden, Robert B r a i n , Peter Burke, J o h n C a r r o l l , M a r g a r e t C o o p e r , J o h n C o n l o n , A n t h o n y C o n q u e s t , Elizabeth Curtis, P a u l D o n o g h u e , C l a r e Everitt, S u n n y F o r s y t h , J u d i t h G a h a n , V i r g i n i a Glover, Y v o n n e H a r t e l , B a r b a r a J o h n s t o n , S u s a n Knowles. H e l e n Lechte, M a r i a Lightfoot, Joe Malone, Jenny Marsh, Susan Mornement, Marika Muehlen, A m a n d a O'Brien, Helen Mary O'Donoghue, A n n O ' R o r k e , M a r i e Roselyn P e r r o n n e , Gail P e r r y , M i c h a e l Roberts, C a r m e l Roche, M a r g a r e t Roche, C o n n i e Russo, V e r o n i c a R e d f e r n , R i c h a r d S i m p s o n , J o h n W o o d , Rita W u t r s , M i c h a e l Z a h a r a .

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Scenes I Have Loved Light in the Darkness "God with His million cares Went to the left or right, Leaving our world; and the day Grew night.

Back from a sphere He came Over a starry lawn, Looked at our world; and the dark Grew dawn."

"Dawn and Dark," by Norman Gall.

So wrote one poet of t h e dark days of the Great W a r of 1914-1918, and during t h a t troublous time, it must indeed have seemed to the faithless, that God had forsaken the world. But amid the darkness of the world's night, there suddenly gleamed the long-awaited, silvery train of morn. W i t h it came a challenge, not to the few, but to every individual.

W h a t was this challenge, and whence?

It was nothing less than the revelation of the Q u e e n of Fatima—the only practical dawn of a new era. In 1917, these apparitions—not to any War-Council, but to three little peasant children—urged the need of repentance, sacrifice and prayer, particularly the Pvosary, as a means of obtaining peace, while another war was forecast if these requirements were not forthcoming. T h e devotion of the Five Saturdays, a devotion to H e r Immaculate Heart, was begun at O u r Lady's request. This is a challenge to t h e individual; because in such a matter embracing the welfare of the world, one's own house must first be set in order. It is fact, not fancy, that each of us, under

O u r Lady's guidance, is capable of averting f u r t h e r disaster, and of appeasing Divine wrath.

H o w fitting it is, t h a t a House of O u r Lady's own Institute, should have been the first in Australia to publicly dramatise the story of Fatima. This presentation, u n d e r the title, "Light in the Darkness," held as it was in the open, ideally reproduced t h e actual appearance of O u r Lady. A green expanse of lawn, however, replaced the rugged Cova Da Iria, and a regal Australian gum the hardy little Olive tree of the Apparation. A realistic portrayal of the conditions of Europe formed a fitting background to Fatima's message of hope.

That Our M o t h e r was with us in spirit, we have no doubt; and that she will have used the occasion to stir u p devotion to her Son and to herself is equally certain.

T h e Play concluded with a Pageant of the Rosary —a human Rosary in white and gold, being gradually formed on the lawns, while on a stage in t h e background, the five Joyful mysteries were enacted.

"The Rosary white and gold, we take from thy Virgin hand A pledge of the power of God, to heal and strengthen our land.

0 Lady of Fatima, Hail! Immaculate Mother of Grace!

0 pray for us, help us to-day, Thou hope of the human race."

PAULINE Marryatville.

HAKENDORF

(Honours),

Loreto,

The Message of ratima T h e picture of O u r Lady of Fatima was placed on the M a y Altar, just in f r o n t of the veiled statue. It showed O u r Lady standing on a cloud, appearing to the three little Portuguese peasants—Lucy, Jacinta and Francis. T h e little boy wore a startled expression, gating at the apparition with more amazement than awe. T h e hands of both girls were clasped reverently, while they had the air of listening attentively to w h a t their Blessed M o t h e r was saying.

A p a r t from the central figures, the scene was very simple. Sheep were grazing in the vicinity, not in the least disturbed, and the sun was shining in t h e bright, blue sky.

This was the scene such as t h e artist conceived it, but I have the memory of a far more realistic tableau.

Believe it or not, the whole scene was dramatised here, at Marryatville. A l t h o u g h it may be difficult to imagine t h e identical performance with an Australian landscape, O u r Lady of Fatima appeared once more to three small children.

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L O R From the branches of a tree, Our Lady spoke to the three who took the part of the Portuguese children. For those who did not know what was about to take place, it was a shock indeed, when a vision appeared in the tree tops! Clothed in white, with a golden rosary slipping through her fingers, and the bright sequins shining on her veil, the earthly apparition must have slightly resembled the Heavenly one. W i t h just the right spirit, the little ones acted their parts perfectly, their clear voices ringing true.

It would be well to remember the words of Our

E T O Lady, the message which she gave to the world, through simple children, the seemingly most unlikely vassals of the Divine Will. She begged us to have great devotion to the daily Family Rosary, to pray earnestly for sinners and, above all, for the conversion of Russia. Those who witnessed the play, " A Light in the Darkness, 1 ' must surely have felt the urge of the Message of Fatima.

CLAIRE K E N N E D Y Marryatville.

(Intermediate),

Loreto,

Then and Now in Loreto, Marryatville W h e n I think of Marryatville, which is one of the many Adelaide suburbs, I immediately think of our Loreto Convent in South Australia. If you will come with me, I shall show you the beautiful Convent garden.

First let us go back to the time when Loreto was the beautiful old estate called the "Acacias, 11 and owned by Sir John Smith. W e can picture it on a sunny afternoon on the First of May. As we come in sight of the sloping green lawn next to the house we see that the guests are gathered for a garden party. W e shall follow the happy group which is passing under the young trees on the left. W e take a path which leads through the garden. Soon we come to a bridge, which we cross. On looking into a glass-house we discover a gardener watering some pot plants and young seedlings. He stops at once to take us to see his most cherished plants We follow him into another glass-house in which are grown the most varied and delicate ferns. W e leave this house to go into another with camelia trees in it.

There are only a few blooms on these trees, but we are told that we have not come at the right time.

There we leave the gardener and follow a winding and interesting path. W e cross the creek and come into a delightful sunken garden in front of the

house. As they go back to the lawn, we leave the happy group to enjoy the garden party.

N o w let us come back to the present. It is just after eleven a.m. on the First of May. T h e Annual May Day Procession has left the lawn and is proceeding down the drive. T h e girls in their blue uniforms and veils are singing hymns to Our Blessed Lady, whose banner the Children of Mary carry.

They cross a bridge and pass one of the glasshouses.

On looking we find it to be the old fern house, but a change has been made. It is now a grotto with a statue of Our Lady smiling down from the highest rock, and lower there is Bernadette kneeling in rapture. T h e procession continues its way along the garden paths and across the lawn to the verandah where the head prefect crowns Our Lady.

The little children bring their bunches of flowers to Our Mother's feet. Father Ryan speaks to the children of the privileges and responsibilities of being Children of Loreto. T h e ceremony concludes with Benediction, given in the beautiful chapel, which in former days was the ballroom, where lovely ladies bowed and curtsied.

M O I R A C L A R E M c L A U G H L I N (Second Year).

Loreto, Marryatville.

In Hoc Signo Vinces' "In this sign thou shalt conquer. 11 Beneath those words inscribed across the raised standard of our Catholic Faith, stood thousands of children in the Sydney Showground on April 18th, 1948. These children were from the Catholic Primary Schools of the Archdiocese of Sydney; and as they stood with hands raised to Heaven pledging themselves to remain faithful to the Cross till death, it was indeed an inspiring scene. This was the grand finale to the greatest demonstration ever given by Sydney's Catholic schools. It was the Catholic contribution to the educational centenary celebrations in New South

Wales. T h e celebrations in the Showground by the Catholic schools in 1948 made us realise the educational work of the Church in Australia.

Every secondary and primary school was represented, while thousands of other Catholics crowded the grandstands. Crowning all was the presence of Cardinals, Prelates and Monsignori.

T h e display in the arena was lovely. Facing the official balcony was a living map of Australia in red, white and blue. A f t e r the arrival of the dignitaries, the Australian, English, and American flags were unfurled to the National Anthem of each country.

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L O R E T O Then, to the beating drums of the Eastern Command band, the secondary school boys 1 cadet corps marched round the grounds. Then, groups of girls dressed in long frocks slowly and gracefully formed a pattern in the centre of the arena. W i t h the first bars of the music, the whole ground seemed to sway gently as the girls danced to the rhythm of the waltz. They danced thus for several minutes, and finally formed circles. As the music came to the final cadence, each circle seemed to bend outwards, holding garlands aloft. T h e girls remained like this for perhaps a minute to let this glorious pageantry of colour delight our eyes and our minds.

W e , with thousands of other Catholic Secondary school-girls, were in the huge open grandstand grouped beneath the white cross. People said it was a beautiful sight—one great design, formed of the girls in their school uniforms. As the strains of "Faitl> of Our Fathers 11 echoed from one side of the arena to the other, the white square at the base of the cross turned a brilliant red, for hundreds of children there, grouped in red capes, turned their backs. T h e line of the hymn that gave the signal was: " W e will be true to Thee till death." . . .

A N N E A N D E R S O N (Leaving), Loreto, Normanhurst.

Our Corpus Christi Procession On the Sunday after the octave of Corpus Christi, we were privileged to take part in a Eucharistic procession around our grounds. All our surroundings were that day blessed by Jesus of Nazareth, with W h o m we walked around the paths of our beautiful garden, receiving His blessing at the two arbours and again in the hall. T h e warm sunshine and the bright blue sky helped to make it a memorable day.

ing back from Rome a very beautiful and expensive canopy of rare, old Italian satin. It is still in use, as also are the banners which the nuns made many years ago.

T h e order of the procession was: Cross-bearer and two candle-bearers, followed by the parishioners of Waitara, the Handmaids and Knights of the Blessed Sacraments.

Then Children of Mary formed a spectacular block of pale blue, followed by our girls and nuns. T h e Holy Name men took their place next, and their sonorous voices rang out in the singing of the Benediction hymns. T h e clergy, including representatives of many religious Orders, came next; lastly, the flower-strewers, looking lovely and reverent as they scattered petals before the way of their Maker.

Our schoolgirls had practised well all the hymns, of which, perhaps, the loveliest was the Lauda Sion, which St. Thomas Aquinas wrote for the purpose of praising the Blessed Sacrament when walking in procession. T h e words and rhythm are as fresh to-day as when they were written and we walked to their beat as we wound round the lawns from arbour to arbour.

T h e procession is part of the life at Normanhurst, for it began in 1903, in the days of Cardinal Moran.

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A t the Benediction in the hall it was beautiful to hear the singing voices praising Him W h o is the Way, the T r u t h and the Life. T h e T e Deum was very moving; and it was an experience to hear men, women and children profess their faith with so much intensity and vigour in the final hymn, Faith of Our Fathers.

MARGARET Normanhurst.

GAINSFORD

(Fourth

Year),

DEBUTANTES NEDLANDS'

OLD

COLLEGIANS

Mollie

Therese

Carrington

Dolan

Pat G a v a n - D u f f y

LORETO CONVENT,

NEDLANDS

JUNIOR SCHOOL. Back Row: B a r b a r a A l l e n , D o r o t h y D u r a c k , Betty C o n n o r , Eliz i b e t h Foley, J e n i f e r J e f f r e y , J a n i c e T o m p k i n s , V a l e r y G u t h r i e , J a l n a Smith, Helen D u r a c k , Dallas Deary, Michelle King, M a r y Lou Dudley, A n n e Dudley.

S e c o n d Row: B a r b a r a B l a t t m a n , R o s e m a r y H a n r a h a n , S t e p h a n i e H u g h e s , B a r b a r a C r a n f i e l d , C h r i s t i n e H o w s o n , M a r g a r e t M c D o n n e l l , K e r r y O ' S u l l i v a n , D i a n n e C h a t e l , F r a n c e s B u r k e , Challis C o n n e l l , L o r e t t a Keast, Cecile D a l y S m i t h , S a n d r a M c K e o w n , F a y F e r g u s o n , Patsy Miller, W e n d y Keast.

T h i r d Row: I a n M c K i m m i e , M a r g a r e t D u r a c k , J e n n i f e r M u m m e , R o b i n Miller, A d r i e n n e S h e a , K a t h l e e n D w y e r , E r i c a J o h n s o n , P e t a C o n n o r , J a c q u e l i n e Stewart, G e r a l d i n e D u n p h y , J u d y B r o w n , A n n e C o o p e r , M a r y J o y c e , J o a n n e M c D o w e l l , J a c q u e l i n e Biddies.

F o u r t h Row: M i c h a e l Stewart, C a r o l D o b s o n , P a m e l a M e m b e r y , R u t h F o g a r t y , Esme S t e p h e n s o n , Lucille D u r a c k , J u d y E d w a r d s , D a l e H e a l y , R h o n d a F e r g u s o n , J u d y Q u i n , S u s a n Ridge, J u l i a n n e H o u s o n , J e n n i f e r H e a l y , Kay S t a n l e y , P e t e r D u d l e y Sitting: Roger Davidson, Peter Paton, G r a e m e Samuel, Robert Sanders, A r t h u r W h i t t a k e r , T o n y Lalor, Rodney O ' N e i l , Peter Clarke, Brian Pilkington, Ashley Arbuckle, David Burke, F r a n k Paton, B e r n a r d Kehoe.

A b s e n t : Beverley S e x t o n , A n n e F e r g u s o n , J e n n i f e r C r o f t s - M o s s , M i c h a e l K i n g , S a n d r a D e a n , N o r m a K e h o e , A n g e l a C o l b e r t , Allen Dawson, Genevieve C h a m p , J u d i t h Jeanes, V i r g i n i a Colbert, W i n s t o n Chappell, A n n Maitland, D o r o t h y W h i t e l y , J u l i a M i l l e r , B e t h N i c h o l s , T h e o J e f f r e y , J u n e M a r s , M a r g a r e t H o n n e r , T h e r e s a Elliot.

Our Lady of Lourdes On the morning of February 11th, the Feast of Our Lady of Lourdes, Rev. Father Ebbsworth came here to bless the new statue in the grotto which has been erected in the front garden. The grotto, which is covered with creeping vines, formed an impressive background for the statue of Our Lady, which is made of green translucent plastic through which a dull red light shines. W e assembled in front of the grotto and knelt while Father Ebbsworth blessed the statue and the grotto, where we hope

Mass will one day be offered. Father then spoke to us and said that perhaps some day our grotto would become as famous as some of Our Lady's shrines in the Old World. W e are very proud of our statue, which is the largest plastic statue in the world. It is unique in its beauty and gives us a clear picture of Our Blessed Mother's simplicity.

May Our Lady for ever look down on and guard her children at Loreto.

M O Y A DOYLE, Loreto, Toorak.

Confirmation In our Chapel of Christ the King, on August 6th, 1947, fifty-four children were confirmed by His Grace, Archbishop Mannix, who was assisted by Reverend Fathers Ebbsworth and O'Reilly. For the first time here each child to be confirmed had her own Sponsor, one of the Senior girls, who would be able to influence her for good during her school days and after. The sight of the candidates in their white frocks and veils filing up the aisle to the

altar, accompanied by their Sponsors in their blue uniforms, was most picturesque, and impressed the large number of parents present at the ceremony.

After conferring the Sacrament, His Grace spoke about the graces of the Sacrament and exhorted all to be faithful to prayer. The children and their Sponsors joined in the singing of the Veni Creator and the hymns for Benediction.

N.,— Loreto, Toorak.

'These I Have Loved" Rupert Brookes' poem brings to my mind that I also have very definite "loves" in my life. Even I, having only lived for fifteen short years, have many things that are dear to my heart; things that I like to draw forth from my mind on grey days and turn over and over to examine and remember. You have, too—I will tell you mine briefly—then, will you collect yours?

I have loved the wide meadow, covered with short grass and yellow daisies, that stretched to the blue hills behind our house, and the way we children would all gather in the afternoon upon its flat to play football or cricket.

The rain I love—I mean, when it pours; when streams run down the streets and overflow the gutters. I love the sound of it beating against the window when I am all tucked up snugly in bed, or when I am sitting before a big fire.

I love the memory of Christmas when I was little.

My family would all drive thirty miles out in the bush to our big farm house. People from all round the surrounding country would come for a huge

Christmas dinner and party at night. It was very gay and sweet to me then, and had all the glamour and excitement important things have for small children.

Beautiful music is something I have always loved and the more I hear of it the more I love it. Music did not, however, play a very big part in my life up till the last two or three years. I suppose that is as it is in most cases. Certain things come to us at different times in our life and each fills in its own space, so this is why I have only just begun fully to appreciate music.

Colour I love, especially colour combinations in nature which send little shivers of pleasure through me. It always gives me a wonderful sense of satisfaction to see two or more colours beautifully blended together in perfect harmony; and it is then I thank God for giving us colour and music and all the other little things that help to make my life beautiful —things I love.

J U D I T H H O L M E S (Sub-Leaving), Loreto, Nedlands.

Within that household (the Catholic Church) the human spirit has roof and hearth.. Outside it, is the Night.

—BELLOC.

All honest work is good. The patriarchs tended their flocks; the Greek philosophers were often cobblers . . . .

—ST. A U G U S T I N E .

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L O R E T O

Who's Who at Kirribilli There being so many Famous People gathered here this year, it was deemed fitting to give a brief account of each one. Their works will live a f t e r them; only now can we catch that unique quality that distinguishes each personality.

F I F T H YEAR. GWENDOLINE BERECRY: Quiet and studious, and a gentle presence in the Leaving Room. Her dressmaking skill is to be envied.

CARLINE BIRD; Our Prefect f r o m Pymble has a banjo. She and others are slowly mastering it, but there is the meantime.

SUSIE BROWN: If she leaves this year, what will happen to the kneelers in the Chapel? Will their permanent state be up or down ?

RUTH CARROLL: Sister to Patricia, whose success she is emulating. Unlike most of us, she is always neat.

ANNE CAVANAGH: Tall and fair, indeed very tall, and knows her lessons. Has trained her small sister in the ways of Loreto.

MARGARET CLARKE: The journey from Manly does not seem to quench her high spirits. An authority, they say, on popular songs.

DOROTHY COATES: It's the fashion, or it isn't, and on the judgment of our bright companion f r o m Hong Kong all rely.

LORRAINE COMMINS: Sings and smiles beautifully.

Prefect of Elementary Class and the relationship is as mother-hen to chicks.

J A N E T COOMBS: A walking Encyclopaedia Brittannica. Puppetry, bookbinding, and reading partly fill her leisure.

ANTOINETTE CURTIS: Our First Prefect with the arduous care of Fourth Year. Is busy finishing guest towels, d'oyleys, table centres, supper cloths, and other school sewing begun over a decade of years.

DIANE DE DASSAL: A newcomer this year f r o m Melbourne, with its quiet still about her. An entertaining musician on wet days.

MARGARET GALBRAITH: When you hear her speak, you do not wonder t h a t she gained equal first place in the State f o r Advanced Elocution.

JOAN H A S S E T T : Famous for caricatures and cricket in the best family tradition, sending most balls into the Harbour in our Test matches.

MARY H E A L Y : Sister to Margaret, and possesses the most expressive hands imaginable, with voice accompaniment.

PATRICIA HO L AH AN: Her cartoons make us think that Walt Disney has a rival to be taken seriously.

MARGARET HORE: Mary's sister, who plays tennis and knits with terrific f u r y , when possible twirling the family curl.

KATHLEEN KIDD: F i f t h Year equestrienne f r o m Balgowlah. At Show time everyone wants to know: "Where is K a t h ? " NONNA McGIRR: Dux of the class mostly, and tied f o r first place in N.S.W. for Advanced Senior Elocution. For relaxation, is Prefect for Second Year.

MARY McKENZIE: Quirindi claims Mary, who wields tennis racquet and paint brush with equal skill.

MARY O'BRIEN: Boarders' Prefect, and what Lexie left behind. Since the Christmas holidays spent at home in Madang, she has been pining f o r palmfringed shores and tropic seas.

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VALERIE O'CONNOR: Demure and dainty, she takes to the floor on wet days when there is much dancing in small space.

CLARE O'SULLIVAN: Our chief rhymer.

Spends most of her time travelling f r o m Cronulla and back.

BEVERLEY ORCHARD: Head Prefect of Kirribilli.

Could any more be said ?

A N N E POOLEY: Caused general alarm with her illness during the year, but back at school is again a Latin light.

LOTTE PRIBIL: Our No. 1 Tennis player, and a great captain of the Team, who got to the semi-finals of the inter-Convent competition.

ANNE ROARTY: Prefect of Intermediate, and indefatigable in the cause of sport. Visited Mary's Mount this year, to see her novice sister, S. M. Edmund, and has been since under suspicion.

MARIE ROCHE: From Adelong, where soft blushes glow and g r e a t brains grow, to judge by Marie.

JILL R O L F E : Sings and plays the piano to delight her friends and will doubtless f u r t h e r develop those talents.

YVETTE SAID: Has a command of five languages and at times we are not sure which one she is using, so just nod wisely.

ROBYN STRATTON: Our mystic f r o m Manly keeps the Jacaranda festival and meets life at its gayest and grimmest as revered Prefect of First Year.

NOREEN W A T E R F O R D : Has been a t several Loreto's in her travels, so we must share the glory of her wide learning.

FOURTH YEAR. ANNE BARLOW: The eldest of the three sisters a t school. Good marks, good conduct, sum her up.

ANTOINETTE CORKIIILL: Our specialist in choregraphy and a gifted musician, so the spirit of Pavlova lives.

LEONIE CRAMER: There is attributed to her the wish that there was some other way of starting the day besides getting up; it may not be true.

MARY DALTON: Her favourite day is Sunday, and she is not a bit afraid of hard cricket balls.

J O S E P H I N E DWYER: Smiling amiability has human shape in Josephine, the friend in need of the Dressmaking Class.

BEVERLEY EAGLES: Gentle-voiced, she is almost like Silence itself midst the trumpet tongues around her.

P A U L I N E EDGHILL: An enthusiast at sport and a success at Art, so life is full of promise.

BARBARA F A N E : An outstanding cricketer, she is expected to develop more maidenly pursuits later.

NOELANN GANDON: Keeps us up-to-date with personages and products of the literary world.

J O S E P H I N E LANNON: Has two marked i n t e r e s t s knitting and cats: One brings her to school and the other (it has to be the cats) keep her a t home.

FAY LERGESSNER: Photography is her latest bent, so suitable subjects cluster round her.

SUZANNE McGRATH: Amazingly au f a i t with football rules, but when you remember t h a t she has A Brother and Twin Brothers who play, it is not so surprising.

H E L E N MOULDAY: Pixie's sister and cup-bearer to Miss Liddicoat, who teaches music at Milson's.

LOR NANCY 0'LOUGHLIN: An Australian colleen with ability, some of which must be exercised in the management of her small sister.

ILMA REGAN: An artistic soul, most responsive to our calls for Notices, Programmes, Invitations, to be produced at a minute's notice.

MARGARET REIDY: The lass with the delicate (H)air (the H is silent), genuine gold spun; always near the top of the class.

ELIZABETH RHODES: Our popular and unselfish Games Captain, with a special love for Cricket.

Intimates call her Ting. Jane must stop that.

MARY SPARKE: Silent and wise, like the old owl; Mary's marks are something to be envied.

BARBARA TONKING: Speaking of the Choir Seconds, we use the plural merely for convention for they (it) are (is) really Barbara.

MARGARET WALSHE: Booms Sydney beaches, but has had to change her preference from Manly to Balmoral.

ELIZABETH WILCOX: Margaret's sister has recently forsaken the North Shore, but is quite happy about the longer journey she must make.

THIRD YEAR. JAN BARLOW: Or is it Ann? A tennis enthusiast and scholar, she holds her own well in all branches of school life.

VALERIE BROWNE: From Binalong, which means a lot to Kirribilli. She is No. 7 of the sisters, sole representative now of the noble line.

BERNICE BUTLER: A friendly newcomer whose musical ability is appreciated by wet-day audiences.

ARIENE CASTAING: A good book is the precious life-blood of a master spirit and belongs to Ariene, you may be sure.

ELIZABETH COMB: From the Capital City, whither she returns whenever possible. Sometimes M.P.'s take her plane seat, claiming to be more important.

PAULA CONLON: One of the tall members of the class who has a younger sister down the school to train.

BERNADETTE CORK: We could almost hold a Parliamentary session here, for Bernadette, too, is from Canberra.

KAY CUNNINGHAM: Has been cast for the Angel's part in so many plays and tableaux that we wonder if it is eminent suitability or irony.

BARBARA DONALD: A second generation, her mother being Netta Rubens. A dreamer, poet, and designer from Wagga way.

DOONE GIBSON: An exponent of jet-propelled balls and dangerous on cricket days.

MARY HAMILTON: Will give you a good game of tennis, if you enjoy losing.

JEANETTE HILL: "Just finishing the game," is why she is not quite on time at 1 p.m.

JUDITH J E N K I N S : Mollie's sister, who likes the quiet life and a friendly chat between, or in, preferably, class.

JUDITH KELLY: If you had heard her singing in "As You Like I t " on the lawn, you would be looking to her future.

MARGARET L E N E H A N : Try to count her ribbons for horse riding. She is an expert, with several championships to her credit.

JACQUELINE LOWE: Gets the Monday-morning feeling badly, it seems, for she is too overcome to remember her pinafore.

MARY McGOWAN: Did very well in the tennis world this year in inter-Convent Matches and N.S.W. Hardcourt Competitions.

E T O HAIDEE McINERNEY: Neatness comes naturally to her. How we wish it was catching.

MARGOT NADER: The deep-voiced sister of Patricia, and, like her, keen on sport and a general favourite.

CLIO NICHOLS: Has an advantage over most in being connected with the Muse of History, who mostly bemuses us.

PATRICIA NOLAN: A general all-rounder at sport, and very successful in school dramatic productions.

MOLLIE RYAN: Has thousands of pen friends, so will probably end up on a Migration Committee.

HELEN SHERWOOD: Her mother was Grace O'Neill, so she belongs to the second generation of Kirribilli's history.

BONITA TATE: Is scarcely recognisable now that her coronet of plaits has been sacrificed on the altar of Fashion.

BEVERLEY THOMPSON: Has crossed the Continent.

She could profitably conduct classes in the a r t of speech, particularly at recess time.

SECOND YEAR. MARIE BEGBIE: Whatever Shakespeare said about Portia in "The Merchant of Venice" applies to Msrifi ANNE BORTHWICK: Wimbledon, here I come! But in the meantime there are obstacles in the form of lessons.

PATRICIA BURGES: I'll let Francis Thompson describe Patty for me: "Artless as the air, and candid as the skies."

SUZANNE BURKE: Successor to Pat and Josephine.

The Burke voice is as lovely as ever.

J E A N E T T E BYRNE: "Give me five minutes more" —to talk. She gets it, too, and then works well.

MARGARET CLANCY: Official bell-ringer, and therefore the source of relief or anguish to many.

DIANE COMMINS: Art and elocution are her specialties, so we may have something in the Gallery yet.

LEAH COOPER: Leah may talk, but it would be hard to hear more appealing apologies.

MARIA DE BAUN: Diana's sister, quiet and studious, at school, anyhow.

HELEN EASY: No torn pinafores or crooked ties for Helen. She's always neat.

GABRIELLE FELTON: A Queenslander who quickly found a place in all hearts and an excellent pianist.

MARGOT GRAEME: Even Emily Post could learn something from Margot's manners. She never unbends, not even to work.

PATRICIA GLASER: Soon got at home in her new surroundings, but does not exactly pore over her books, it is said.

CARMELITA IIANKINS: Ready, willing and able, Carmelita is much in demand in the class.

MARIA HENDRIKS: Dutch, with something of Holland about her, she beats most of her opponents at tennis.

RUTH HOGAN: Quiet and unobtrusive, she nevertheless finds a top place in the class.

JUDITH JOHNSTON: Judith is quietly proceeding through life avoiding all rush.

MABEL KRUYSMULDER: "I curse her every hour sincerely, Yet, hang me, but I love her dearly." (Swift).

MICHELLE LAMERAND: This is the petite fille of Marguerite Polin.

ANN LOUISE LONERAGAN: This is the tall daughter of Miriam Zingel, the fond grand-daughter of Patience Aiken, so Ann Louise is third generation Loreto.

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LOR BARBARA McDONAGH: The answer to a teacher's prayer.

ANGELA McMAHON: Her vitality could be used to advertise Clement's Tonic.

MARGARET NOONE: Betty's sister—sensible, capable, and happy. One of those pleasant people you like to meet.

MAUREEN O'LOUGHLIN: Elfish and impish, there's something of the leprechaun in her.

S T E P H A N I E POOLEY: If only Mathematics would permit, we should say t h a t this is Anne's bigger half.

ANNA PRIBIL: It may be looking f o r silver threads among the gold keeps her a little late, but her politeness is disarming.

CARMEL P R I N C E : From distant Cobar, and loves it dearly. She could sing a new "My Country" as beautifully as Dorothea MacKellar wrote hers.

J A N E T RITCHIE: Well to the fore in sport and studies, J a n e t is a well-known figure.

PAULA RODGERS: Patricia and Dorothy have left Paula to carry on the family tradition.

SHEILA RYAN: We've been able to watch Sheila grow. The question now is, when she will stop.

SALLY THOMAS: Has interesting hobbies and is fond of art. She'll illustrate your books if you like.

CATHERINE WARD: Came to take Margaret's place.

With the name "Ward," Loreto is where she belongs.

FIRST YEAR. H E L E N BARLOW: A stitch in time, a place for everything, and never a hair out of place. The rest*of us protest: the standard is too high.

PAMELA BARRETT: Second generation, being the eldest daughter of Lily Egan. A f t e r knowing Pam, we look forward to meeting her three younger sisters in due course.

MOIRA BERGIN: As the hot weather approaches a wistful gleam develops in her eyes. Dee Why is calling.

A N N E BOND: We are pinning our hopes on Anne's goal-throwing to bring victory to Kirribilli later.

MARY BRYANT: Quiet and capable, and therefore, full of promise.

JANICE BYRNE: Is the wall-paper on her books, even exercise books. Escapism, or a sort of sugarcoating on unpalatable contents ?

MARY CONLON: They say t h a t there are one or two things t h a t Mary does in a kitchen which are deserving of more than passing mention. We offer as Tasters.

SONIA GREET: Our dark-eyed English companion has thrived in Australian sunshine; lessons and sport show her among the leaders.

H E L E N CROUGEY: Everyone remembers Helen's ^Irssgs GXCGpt HbIgh. JOAN CROWLEY: " F i r s t with the latest," describes Joan's weekly marks and everyone finds it hard to get there before her.

ROSEMARY F L Y N N : She comes from the Dead Heart, but where did she get her vitality?

Pardon us, but could it be from Alice Springs?

You cannot fight for it.

E T O VERONICA GALLAGHER: Quiet and gentle.

It reads like a description from the past, doesn't i t ?

Musical, too.

CATHERINE H I L L : Tennis courts exercise magnetic force on her, for she cannot be got off a t lunch time.

MOIRA HOLOHAN: Underwent a metamorphosis this year when she sacrificed her plaits to the shears.

NEA L E L I E V R E : Lives in Cobar, but at times you can hear her here. Knitted an interesting green cover-all this year instead of the conventional jumper.

PATRICIA LOHAN: Her skilful management, kind, but firm, of the Johnson boys in the crocodile, suggests a successful Kindergarten career.

A N N E T T E McNALLY: Another enthusiastic sport, and one of the coming tennis players.

ANNE N E V I L L E : E n t e r s the land of Make-Believe in the playground at lunch-time, and only with difficulty is she brought back to reality at schooltime.

J I L L O'REGAN: A tall and lively classmate, and foremost in all f u n .

H E L E N P F A F F L I N : Connected with the past in the form of an aunt, and prominent in the present in her promising tennis.

P A U L I N E P R I N C E : Can be heard at her best frantically revising ( ?) her work just before Elocution.

LORRAINE PRITCHARD: When you hear a deep voice holding its own in chatter, you will know it is Lorraine's.

PATRICIA PROUST': A budding artist, they say.

There are many, many reasons why we envy such promise.

MARGARET ROCHE: Tall and thin, with long, dark plaits, she is ideally cast for the role of dreamer— and she never f o r g e t s her part. Alas!

J U D I T H RORKE: If you are looking f o r Judith, simply find Carolyn.

H E L E N RYAN: "These delights if thou can'st give, Mirth, with thee I mean to live," chants Helen.

VANESSA SCHNEIDER: If you want to see ingenuity, come to the playground and she'll show you caves of dead grass, magic carpets of sugarbags, and g r e a t e r wonders still.

JANICE SCHWARZ: Is good a t French, they say.

That should be enough, but she has curls and is good at other things, too.

H E L E N S K E H A N : Barbara's sister. She is envied her weekly trip to the Blue Mountains.

P A U L I N E SMITH: A good student and full of f u n splendid combination.

CAROLYN STANDEN: The pen is mightier than the sword, we know, but Carolyn proves it so.

VERONICA STUBBS: Retains a most pleasant expression midst work, so we think she must like it.

DEIRDRIE THOMPSON: If you look in the "Lost" notices, you may find that you have found something belonging to Deirdrie. S.A.G. MONICA W Y N N E : The friendly brown eyes of Monica light up whenever they see anyone, f o r here is the chance f o r a little chat.

[Lack of space prevents the inclusion of the other celebrities! We hope to meet them next year.—Ed.]

love a thing — G . K.

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without

wanting

CHESTERTON.

to

LORETO CONVENT,

NEDLANDS

LORETO CONVENT,

NEDLANDS

SENIOR SCHOOL. Back Row: A d r i e n n e C r a n f i e l d , S h i r l e y Beesley, R o s e m a r y J o h n s t o n , J e n n i f e r Y e l v e r t o n , V a l e r i e H u g h e s , J u d i t h H o l m e s , D o r o t h y J o h n s o n , W i n i f r e d M a h o n , B a r b a r a H u n t , E d i t h Buck, C h a r l e n e F u d g e r , J u d i t h D o b s o n , Jill W a t s o n , Eva Kahner.

T h i r d Row: J o c e l y n D a l y - S m i t h , R h o n a D u n n e , M a x i n e B e a r d m a n , N o r e e n S u l l i v a n , M e r e d y t h D u n n e , V e r o n c i a J o y c e , Pamela Nash, Geraldine Carrington, Patricia Allsop, Hilaire Daly-Smith, Valerie Johnston, S a n d r a M c N a b , Helen M a h o n , Betty J o h n s o n , J a n e t B i s h o p .

S e c o n d Row: L o r e t t a O ' N e i l , L y n e t t e S h a w , P e n e l o p e H a n r a h a n , S h i r l e y Costello, J o a n Sly, Betty B a r k e r , Alice H o g g , A n n M c D o u g a l , N o e l H u m p h r i e s , M a r i e R o w d e n , E l i z a b s h Burt, L y n i c e H o l m a n , M o n i c a B y r n e , Rosalie H u g h e s , J o y Lightly, Patricia D u n p h y , Patricia H u g h e s .

F r o n t Row: M a r y T a l b o y s , B r e n d a F o u n t a i n , J a n e t R o w d e n , J e a n e t t e D u n p h y , D a w n Sheilds, J u d i t h H a n r a h a n , M a r g a r e t M c D o u g a l , V a l e r i e Shields, M a r i o n D u d l e y , N i n a N i c h o l a s , W e n d y Y e l v e r t o n , G a r r y M c N a b , M a r y Dwyer, J o a n F e r g u s o n , H e l e n D u d l e y , Evelyn M c D o n a l d , J u d i t h D a l y - S m i t h , M a r g a r e t W a l l w o r k .

For The Junior School Choosing a Library Book If I had a nightmare about a free library period, it might be like this:— "Mary, get off that!" I exclaimed. " W h y ? It's only a bookcase." "Only!" I repeated, getting more and more angry. A f t e r she had gone, I turned to Anne, who had been reading quietly by the window "Only!" I repeated again. "Well, don't get heated!"

Anne said. " W h a t ' s a good book, anyhow?" I asked. "Flicka is very interesting," said Anne. "Um-m! Flicka!"

I repeated, running my finger along the rows of books. "Bunkle Butts In, T h e Wild Goose, T h e Golden Bird, Lassie Come Home—that sounds good.

Ah! here it is." I settled down to read it.

In about half an hour's time, Mary returned.

"Let's have a game, now," she said. " O h ! don't bother me," I answered. W h e n I looked round again she had drawn me on the blackboard with a humped back and huge spectacles on my nose, and a pile of books as high as a tower on the table beside me. "You are silly," I laughed.

But 1 think it is very disturbing when you want to read, to have someone who doesn't like reading asking silly questions all the time.

My idea of a free library period is:—Plenty of books, plenty of time and no interruptions.

M A R G A R E T HALL, Loreto, Normanhurst.

Practice Time 9 o'clock— Off to practise! Normanhurst Juniors never miss this period. Although from my own experiences I sometimes doubt how that half hour is spent.

Thump! Thump! W h o e v e r can that be? N o t Margaret A n n e surely. It sounds more like my friend Pam destroying one of our good pianos.

Goodness! W h a t ' s all that noise about? It sounds like quarrelling. There it goes again! I'll just have a look. There, up at the far end of the corridor, I saw two strange beings very like the notes in my music book. They were fighting over the music coming from cell six. One was saying, "It's £ time."

And the other was saying, "It's not, its 4-4 time."

They were black in the face with rage. Then along came a very dignified figure which I understood to be the Treble Clef; but as soon as the queer little creatures saw him coming, the fighting stopped at once.

Several heads were poked out of cell doors to watch the funny sight. The Normanhurst Juniors were now in their element. Nothing they liked better than a good old show, a music show, too. A t that moment a prim voice piped up: "It's simply disgraceful to abuse notes as she does." T h e n a rough voice said: "Well, it's high time we settled this Page Forty-Five

LOR quarrel," and his voice was rougher than usual, which made the little crotchets quiver.

A t first there was dead silence, until someone suggested to go for Judge Base. T h e rough voice was annoyed at this suggestion. "You don't know the laws of music as he does," the others said. "So you just won't do," said the Treble Clef. "Well, I've been long enough on my hinges listening hour in and hour out, so I ought to know." Tick! Tock!

E T O and everyone turned round. Sitting up on top of one of the pianos was the old timekeeper. Suddenly he stopped ticking and the running of feet could be heard. All the crotchets and all the others got back into their places in books and keys for fear of being trodden on. T h e Juniors were horrified when they realised how their careless playing affected their music friends-—the notes whom she really loved.

JILL M I N E H A N , Loreto, Normanhurst.

Beginning at a New School A t last the great day arrived. There was a great bustle in the air. For the first time I put on my new uniform. I was very excited indeed. W e went to the station in the bus. W e nearly missed the train, because Granny's hat blew away.

I felt rather shy when we arrived. Everything looked so new. I was shown upstairs by a girl called Desly Madden. T h e n I went and made friends with some of the other girls. W e went from room to room in the large new school.

Later I was surprised to see girls walking round with veils on their heads and I asked what it meant, and someone told me we were going to pay the

evening visit to the chapel.

W h e n tea was over, we went upstairs and began to unpack. Cases were everywhere, and we had to be careful or we might have fallen into a suit case. I tried to imagine myself closed in one for the night. T h e next morning when I awoke I felt very lasy, but soon poked my head up to see what was happening.

Months have passed and, happily, I have settled down. I am not lonely, although my parents are in Ceylon, and I write them very interesting letters about all the f u n we have on our picnics every week.

C H R I S T I N E R O C H E , Loreto, Normanhurst.

Our Saturday Picnic "Jigging along, singing a song, on a bright sunny day." This was the Juniors' song as we started off for our Saturday picnic. W e go for one every Saturday when the weather is fine.

W e were all very happy to-day, because we promised ourselves that this picnic was going to be the happiest of all, as we were going to find a new way home. W e were walking along chatting amongst ourselves about a Hollow Tree House.

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Hollow Tree House was a book in the library, and we, too, hoped we might find one. W e argued about all the things we would put in it if we did.

A f t e r clambering over rocks and through bushes, we suddenly heard a cry of pain. W a s someone bitten by a snake? No. W h a t a relief! Only stung by nettles. "Only," said the victim.

Soon another cry brought us to a standstill, and from the leader we heard: " T h e bull, the bull!" O u r

L O R hearts stopped still foi a minute, then we found ourselves looking into the kind eyes of a Jersey cow, who seemed to be interested in our plight. W e had heard terrible stories of the so-called bull and so,

E T O naturally, we were frightened. W e passed by a waterfall and had a paddle, which nearly ended up in a swift flowing river.

W e began our lunch, and when we opened the cake box we discovered a lovely cake, but the knife to cut it was missing. Someone produced a pocket knife. Instead of biscuits and sandwiches, there were two boxes of fruit. It dawned on us then, that we had taken the Third Division's lunch.

A f t e r many adventures, we climbed up the rocks to the top of the cliff and came across two or three old skeletons of sheep. Somebody said, " O h , look at those skeletons."

A mournful voice answered, "If we don't hurry on we will all be skeletons."

A f t e r we crossed the creek we retraced our steps homewards. W h e n we got home we told everybody of our marvellous adventure. A n d it wasn't long before we heard the Third Division saying, "Did you hear that the Juniors got lost?" A n d we felt very important because, really, we weren't lost at all; we knew we could find our way home.

Every nun that passed us that evening said: "I believe you were lost in the bush." It was really great fun.

P A T R I C I A R O C H E , Loreto, Normanhurst.

Among the Very Young T W O DAYS IN DARWIN. Two years ago I went with my Mummy and Grandpa to Darwin, on the "Koolinda." About the first thing we saw when we got off the boat was a big river, and not very far across the river was a big forest, where the wild black people live, who paint themselves and have spears.

ginger-boys, and the stewardess who looked after us at dinner time gave us all a chocolate. W e were given two pretty parrots by the Captain, and we called them George and Tassy.

Then we went on into town and we saw big banks with machine-gun holes in the walls, because the Japs went to Darwin. There was a big flat, and the walls had fallen down, and you could see all the furniture upside down. There was a little Chinese Temple, that had been bombed by the Japs.

Near the "Koolinda" was a large warship, that had half sunk, and it was upside down, so they made it into a jetty. W e saw the big petrol tanks, and they were flattened to bits by the bombs.

There was a taxi-man who drove us around the place, and he used to buy me pink ice-creams, and he took me to the gardens. W h e n we were looking at the flowers and shrubs, and very big trees, I found a big snakeskin.

It was lovely on the "Koolinda." Every Sunday the bakerman on the ship made all the children dry

The best barometer on the ship was a little baby boy, because when it was going to rain, his hair would curl, and when it was going to be fine, his hair went straight.

I was a month away from school. It was f u n to see Daddy again, because he had to stay at home alone, and look after the cats and dogs, and himself.

P E T A ST. BARBE C O N N O R

(8).

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LOR

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E T O lily leaf and floats around on the water and sings, so merry is she.

W h e n the clock strikes twelve, she has to go. A white butterfly calls for her, to take her to the fairy ball.

Silver hops on the butterfly's back. They have a beautiful ball, and then when the ball is over, Silver has to go back to Fairyland.

KATHLEEN DWYER

(8).

A N N E DE G U I G N E .

Anne lived in France. Her father was killed in the war. A n n e cried when she saw her mother so sad. "W r hy did he die?11 said Anne. " H e died as a sacrifice to save his country," her mother replied. " W E should have been prisoners if the soldiers did not die." A f t e r that A n n e thought of the big sacrifice O u r Lord made for her, and she did lots of little sacrifices as secrets for Jesus. If a man did not like God, A n n e would ask God to forgive him.

Anne had a bad headache, and it became worse, and Our Lady took her to heaven. A n old man was very sick, and he did not believe in God. Anne's Mother wanted to help him. She asked Anne to help him from heaven, and she did.

Would you like to ask A n n e to help you? because her word was yes, you see.

G E R A L D I N E D U N P H Y (7).

OUR DOG. W e have a dog and his name is Flicka. One day he was a naughty dog and he chased a car. It hit him and Daddy had to take him to a hospital. W h e n he came home he had only two toes left on one of his front paws. N o w he fights with the dog next door, but we love him very much. H e and pussy are good friends and play together.

M A R Y J O Y C E (6).

THE MAY HOLIDAYS.

F A I R Y SILVER. Late in the night, a fairy called Silver flies to our water-lily pond, and plays ball with a bubble. She flies in and out of the trees picking blossoms. H e r golden hair flows with the wind. Silver sits on a Page Fifty-Eight

W e spent three weeks of our May holidays at Kalamunda.

It was a lovely bus ride. W e started to count all the horses and cows we could see on the way up, but there were so many we lost count.

W e made a lovely cubby in the bush and two of our cousins came to stay with us for a week.

Sometimes we took our lunch and had a picnic in the bush. It was good fun playing hide and seek, because there were plenty of trees to hide behind.

Every day we saw the moo-cows going to the paddock and home again.

W E N D Y K E A S T (7).

A R O U N D THE S C H O O L ,

LORETO CONVENT,

BRISBANE

STUMPY.

T O Y PUSSY.

W e have a dog named Stumpy. H e is a small puppy with a shaggy brown coat and a short stumpy tail. T h a t is why we call him Stumpy. Sometimes he is a very bad puppy, for he digs holes in Mummy's garden and chases the little bantum. One morning he stole Tina's slipper and chewed off the Pompom. Our two kittens play and sleep with him, and they are great pals. While I am at school my little brother, John, plays with Stumpy. In the summertime Stumpy comes down to the beach with us and loves to have a swim.

JENIFER M U M M Y (7).

I have a toy pussy. He was brought all the way over here on a big ship nearly six years ago. H e is a nice fluffy pussy with bright eyes. His friend was called Kanga, and they always played together. I am very proud of my pets.

FOR

YOU?

" W o p s y , " " W h i l e A n g e l s W a t c h , " b y Scriven. " T h e A n g e l W h o G u a r d e d the T o y s , " " T h e Children of F a t i m a , " b y D o r i s Burton. " O n the King's H i g h w a y " ( T h e Story of Stanislaus K o t s k a ) , b y M a u d M o n a h a n . " A B o y ' s Choice" ( T h e S t o r y of Luig G o n z a g a ) ,

by M a u d Monahan. " T h e T u r f - C u t t e r ' s D o n k e y , " by Patricia Lynch. " T h e T u r f - C u t t e r ' s D o n k e y G o e s Visiting," b y Patricia Lynch. " W o r z e l Gummidge," by Barbara E. T o d d . " T h e R e d G u m B e n d , " by W i l l i a m s .

IAN McKIMMIE

(6).

(Unsigned drawings in this magazine were dashed off by a kind, but busy colleague, to recreate a weary editor).

READERS. " T h e Golden Bird," by Katherine Gibson. " M a n W i t h W i n g s " (the Story of L e o n a r d o da V i n c i ) , by Joseph Cottier. " T h e Little Black H e n , " b y Eileen O ' F a o l a i n . " M i s s P e n n y f e a t h e r in the Springtime," b y Eileen O'Faolain. " U n c l e B l u n d e r ' s Studio." " M a r y Poppins."

"Magic Australia," by Nuri Maso. " T h e W i z a r d of Jenolan," b y N u r i M a s o . " T h e T r u m p e t s in the W e s t . "

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L O R

E T O

Novelties O u r readers at Loreto, Claremont, evidently felt that we should be saved from ourselves and our academic mists. It shows h o w b e r e f t we are of even a salutary sprinkle of frivolity, t h a t we could think of no more sparkling caption t h a n t h e one we have used. M a y the page expand with other contributions! A p p e n d e d to the Cross-word puzzle was the following little bait: A prize will be given for the first correct solution opened at " O s b o r n e " on 2nd February, 1949.

All entrants, please attach name and address.

ACROSS. 1.

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To turn.

An enthusiast.

Projection of a carved design.

To leave out.

To irritate.

Old English pronoun.

Indefinite article.

Company.

A centre for trade.

Demonstrative French adjective.

Rigorous.

In like manner.

A very popular sport.

A slight blow.

The negative.

French exclamation.

French definite article.

On the condition.

A wanderer from place to place.

A small lizard.

An able bodied seaman.

An indirect article.

A thing that serves as a bell.

An exclamation.

ROBIN POWELL (Loreto, Claremont, W.A.).

N o remarks or inducements accompanied the maze.

Cleverness is to be its own reward.

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A trifling ornament.

Very moist.

French pronoun.

The ground on which a house is built.

Used at golf.

A fairy.

The negative.

Not to shrink from.

A Roman god of war.

In that way.

The suspension of commerce.

Balanced.

A type of male singer.

An inner roof.

Short f o r Royal Navy.

A French possessive objective.

A strong box.

A type of tree.

Editor abbreviated.

Note well.

A short way for saying "mother."

A baby's "Thank you."

A pi-eposition.

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A R O U N D THE S C H O O L ,

LORETO CONVENT,

BRISBANE

LORETO CONVENT,

BRISBANE.

Top—Senior School.

Below - Junior

School

Loreto Convent, Brisbane

PREFECTS. S t a n d i n g : M a r i o n H e r d , C a r m e l McSvveeney.

S i t t i n g : M a r y Pigott, P a u l a

1st a n d 2 n d T E N N I S

O'Sullivan.

TEAMS.

S t a n d i n g : M . H e r d , M . W a l l e r , P. W i l s o n , M . Kelly, P. O ' S u l l i v a n .

S i t t i n g : P. C o o p e r , M. H a y m e s , A . Cleary, K. K e n n e d y , R. M c M a h o n .

3rd a n d 4th T E N N I S

TEAMS.

S t a n d i n g : J . Laister, M . Francis, B. G o r r i n g , I. Ross.

S i t t i n g : K. E m e r s o n , I. W e l c h , A. D a v i d s o n , D . C r o t h e r s , G. C o o p e r .

JUNIOR

SCHOOL.

Back Row: P. E m e r s o n , M . G r e e n , B. Benson, M . Stansfield, J.Geissler, J . E m e r s o n , D . Kelly, K. J o h n s o n , P . F o g a r t y , A .

M a x t e d , E. O ' M a h o n e y , E. G r e e n .

S e c o n d Row: H . T u r n o c k , P. F i t z g e r a l d , M . M u r p h y , T . F o g a r t y , J . N o r m a n , S. C h a p p i e , L. A l l e n , A . F o g a r t y , M . S t a u n t o n M . C r a w f o r d , P. M c C o r m a c k , P. S m i t h , M . E. M c C o r m a c k .

T h i r d Row: G . A n d e r s e n , J . C o r b e t t , M . A n d e r s e n , B. P r e n d e r g a s t , M . C h r i s t o p h e r , B. M o r a n , M . E l d r i d g e , F. Steele, M .

Fogarty, M. Howley, M. Luddy, M. O ' M a h o n e y .

F r o n t Row: J . Nowill, D . R o a c h , G . G r a n t , C. M a r s h a l l , D . D e l a n e y , D . Stoodley, R. Kelly, P. H i c k e y , E. Nowill, C. Kirlin, A . S t e i n d l , C. Kirschler, B. T u r n o c k , A . Eisler.

A b s e n t : M . R y a n , D . Q u i n n , B. W o o d s , C. R y a n , J . M a y , D . M a y , S. G r a h a m e , B. Stein, E. A n d e r s s f n , M. G r a n t , K. R y a n , C. Bowes, C. K i r c h l e r , E. H a n d c o c k , B. J a m e s , J . C o n s t a n t , J . W o o s l e y .

SENIOR

SCHOOL.

Back Row: R. M c M a h o n , M . H a y n e s , K. E m e r s o n , K. K e n n e d y , D . C r o t h e r s , M . Devitt, M . Francis, J . A l c o c k , J . Laister, S. Rees, P . O ' S u l l i v a n , B. G o r r i n g , S. J o h n s t o n , M . W a l l e r .

Second Row: M . P i g o t t , C. McSweeney, I . W e l c h , P . W i l s o n , K. F i t z g e r a l d , P. O ' S u l l i v a n , A. D a v i d s o n , M . Kelly, A . Mcn a m a r a , S. R y a n , M . M c C o r m a c k , M . H e r d , I . Ross.

First Row: P . S e y m o u r , M . O ' K e e f e , M . O ' S u l l i v a n , B. K e n n e d y , J . H a n c o x , P . C o o p e r , P. Kelly, A . C l e a r y , E. P o w e r , J .

W e b b , G . C o o p e r , G. F i t z g e r a l d , P. G r e e n , C. W i l s o n , M . G r e e n .

A b s e n t : M . Purcell, L. M c C o y , H . H u g h e s .

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The Wider Apostolate Friday Nights 1. Friday, 7.30 p.m. is Mission time. Armed with needles and cottons, thimbles and threads, experienced neddlewomen, enthusiastic beginners and the common run of workers—all combinc for an hour in giving their best efforts towards helping the Foreign Missions. For every year, you see, we have a mission fete at which all this needlework is sold. Indeed, we pride ourselves on the tradition that has grown from these efforts.

The work of organizing and selling at the bazaar is left to the girls, themselves. Great preparations are made and painstaking care is used to make the needlework look attractive.

The hall is appropriately decorated -the tables brightly coloured for the display. If you were to visit Normanhurst the day before our fete, you might think you were back in Merry England at a St. Bartholomew's Fair. Large posters, vividly protraying incidents of Mission life,

adorn the walls and doorways; and all kinds of novelty attractions are being arranged. Finally, the last stall is put in position, and at the given word, efficient sales-girls take up their positions. T h e fete is on!

Last year, the outcome reached £320, thus surpassing our effort in 1946—the sum of £295. As the years go on, we hope that the results of future fetes will be as successful. W e frankly say that the motive of working for such successes makes Friday nights delightful. Another interesting aspect of our work for the missions is that on these nights we hear news from the mission fronts, both abroad from Loreto, Missions, and from far outposts in the Australian missions. . . . Adveniat regnum Tuum!

—CLARE MEANEY, (Leaving)

Loreto Old Scholars' Association, Marryatville The Old Scholars donated £100 to the Scholarship Endowment Fund, which was established last year.

Mrs. Frank Kelly, Mrs. F. B. Molony, Mrs. J. Pianto, and Misses Helena Fisher and Margaret Pick paid Life Membership Fees of five guineas, so that the f u n d has now reached £125. A n indenture has been drawn up stating that the f u n d is to be left to accumulate until sufficient money has been deposited to pay an annual interest of £40 per annum, which will be used for a Scholarship to educate a girl from the Country, who would not otherwise enjoy the advantages of a Convent education. T h e selection of the scholarship winner is to be left in the hands of the Mother Superior of Loreto Convent. T h e Old Scholars are now preparing for a Garden Fete in September for the Scholarship Fund. They are at present donating a Scholarship valued at £30 per annum, and tenable for three years.

A t the beginning of the year Bernadette Ziesing entered the Novitiate at Mary's Mount. W e wish

her every blessing. There were several marriages: Mrs. Cormier (Mary Swan), Mrs. B. Baker (Yvonne Taylor), Mrs. W a r r e n (Ruth Staite), Mrs. B. Cleary (Maureen O'Leary), Mrs. F. Boylan (Nellie Murray).

The following have announced their engagement: Roma Robinson, Betty Turner, Mary Denny, Heather Tilbrook, Joan Seeker, Mary Malone, Janet Malone.

W e wish them all the best of happiness, now, and through all the years to come A t the end of last year, Joan Holland, B.A., obtained the Diploma of Education. Helen Heffernan obtained the Diploma of Social Service, gaining two first places and one second place. Congratulations to them both! To all our Old Scholars, far and near, we send hearty greetings and best wishes for a Happy Christmas. W e pray that, at Holy Communion, on Christmas, we may all be united in prayer for one another, that we may courageously live up to the ideals inspired by our dear Alma Mater.

Past Pupils' Association, Brisbane, The committee met monthly to discuss and plan their functions, the first being their " A t Home 1 '' at Princes' where they entertained all the Past Pupils, the mothers of the Present Pupils, and special Benefactors. This function was arranged to enable the Committee to meet all persons connected in any way Page Fifty-Three

with Loreto, and was the means of making the acquaintance of some Past Pupils from other States, whom they previously had not met.

T h e Ball was the next function; and with the assistance of a special Ball Committee we had a most successful evening, both socially and financially, and

L O R were able to present to Mother Superior a cheque for £70 towards the Building Fund.

Assistance was given at the Mission Fete by helping on the Refreshment Stall, and a donation of cakes and sandwiches was made from the Association.

A "Kindergarten Party" was held in the Convent grounds in November, and about 80 children and their mothers were entertained.

This function received many congratulations, and proved so enjoyable that it might be an idea for the Association to do something on these lines again this year.

E T O Loreto was also represented on the "Duchesne College Appeal Committee," and a Jumble Sale was held by us in connection with same and a cheque for £15/14/- was handed to the Committee. Members of the Association were also among the helpers at the "Duchesne" Fete.

It was with great regret that we heard of the death of Pat. Corbett. She was holidaying at Coolangatta when she was electrocuted. W e extend our heartfelt sympathy to her parents and sister. Mass was offered for the repose of her soul. May she rest in peace.

Report on Ex-Students' Union of Loreto, Normanhurst A Garden Party to celebrate the Golden Jubilee of the foundation of Normanhurst was held at the Convent on Sunday, 19th October, 1947.

Five hundred ex-students and friends, including many priests, gathered to congratulate the nuns on their many achievements, both spiritual and temporal, in the past fifty years. T h e convent grounds, beautiful as ever, made a charming setting for the renewal of many friendships on this delightful Spring afternoon.

Tea was served by the nuns in their usual hospitable manner, in the refectory and concert Hall. T h e senior girls devoted themselves to helping the nuns.

During the afternoon, Father M. Farrell, parish priest of Waitara; Father Johnston, S.J., Rector of Riverview; and Senator Armstrong, spoke in praise of the cultural education and character training imparted by the Loreto nuns to their many pupils. On behalf of the ex-students 1 Union, Mrs. Rogers, the President, gave Mother Superior a cheque for £205 with which to buy a Cinevox projector; this was the exStudents 1 gift to mark the occasion of the Jubilee.

Donations to the Golden Jubilee Building Fund, which is for the new chapel to be built at a later date, total £600.

Early in June, we received word that the nuns of the Institute of the Blessed Virgin Mary, in Austria, were in dire need of clothing. A n appeal for funds was made: and the result, together with the proceeds

of a Card Party at Legion House, amounted to £60.

W e are extremely grateful to all who responded so generously to this appeal. Several parcels have already been sent to Austria, and others will follow in the near future. These parcels were prepared by the Loreto Sewing Circle, which for the past eighteen years has met on the First Friday afternoon of each month to make garments for St. Anthony's Home, Waitara Foundling Hospital, Our Lady's Nurses at Coogee, the Daughters of Charity at Woolloomooloo, and St. Margaret's Hospital. N e w members will be very welcome, and their help much appreciated by this small group of tireless workers. T h e Circle meets at Legion House, Sydney.

School life as represented in this magazine has the air of being a half-yearly affair. As a point of fact, many interesting events take place in the last term of every year. For instance, each House could present a commendable report of the big mission fete held each year. T h e generous support of the parents of the pupils is a feature in all our convents on these occasions. Their generosity has also been very noticeable in the response to the appeal for the Children of Europe. Loreto, Normanhurst, sends the following token of its missionary activity.

MONICA McGRATH, Hon. Secretary.

The Legion of Mary 2. Loreto, Nedlands, has sent us the following:— Since the work of the Legion of Mary plays such an important part in the school-life of Loreto, Nedlands, we thought that Loretos in other parts of the world might like to hear of the activities of our Junior Praesidium, which celebrated its fourth birthday in July, 1948.

Our Praesidium is devoted to the care of the Blind, and many of our twenty-five members have at last

mastered Braille; at least, we can write it, but reading it back without our eyes is an altogether different matter. O u r fingers, I am afraid, are not very sensitive as far as the tiny embossed dots are concerned.

W e have weekly meetings at school; and, once a month, the office-bearers of each junior praesidium in the Archdiocese attend Curia. O n the same day, a social for blind people is held in town, and each month some of the girls from our praesidium go in to Page Fifty-Eight

L O R assist with the afternoon tea and entertaining, and also to conduct the people up and down the stairs, and into the lift.

Several months ago, a river trip was organised for our blind friends, and some of our members were asked to go. So we went. It was an ideal day, and the river looked beautiful. Of course, you will say, "but what does it matter whether the river looked beautiful or not? T h e y could not see it.' 1 But they could smell the salt, and feel the sun, and the water blowing in their faces, and hear the swirling of the foam in the wake of the launch much better than we

E T O could, on account of their very keen senses. Helen Keller once remarked that a person who can see, uses only one-fifth of his mind, and surely she is the best authority. As we neared Freshwater Bay they were able to smell the peppermint trees much sooner than we could. I did not even notice that they were growing along the bank of the river.

Everyone thoroughly enjoyed the day, especially, I think, the helpers, feeling that they had really done something worth while.

V E R O N I C A J O Y C E (Leaving), Vice-President.

Loreto Free Library 3. It will come as good news to many Old Loreto Girls in N.S.W. to know that the cessation in this work of charity has been only temporary. Last year the Committee handed over all the books to the Theresian Club in Darlinghurst, Sydney. As our Mother Provincial is anxious that Loreto will still be associated with the Library, the Superiors of each of the two Houses at Normanhurst and Kirribilli have arranged that £50 (total) will be given after the Mission fete each year to help the Theresian Club carry on the work. T h e library will still be called: Loreto Free Library (under the management of the Theresian Club).

Anyone who knows the grand work done by the Theresians for needy children in Sydney, will be pleased with their collaboration. Old Girls from any

Loreto Convent will be able to co-operate in the supervision of the poor children who will gather at the centre; and they will have the consolation of knowing that the work which they so generously established in Woolloomooloo in 1937, is to go ahead again. Many of the children in attendance will be younger sisters of little girls to whom the Library was a true recreation centre, and whose one happiness was the provision made for them by the group of Old Loreto Girls. Among these women we must name, at risk of startling her, Mrs. Eva Moran (Mann), whose generosity and vision laid the foundations of the Loreto Free Library in 1937. May its revival be blessed by God, for W h o s e children we have undertaken this wider apostolate.

LORETO CONVENT, NEDLANDS T h e Legion of M a r y , O u r Lady of L o r e t o J u n i o r P r a e s i d i u m w h o s e w o r k is t o f u r t h e r C a t h o l i c A c t i o n o n b e h a l f of t h e Blind.

T h e i r chicf w o r k is t h e study of t h e Braille leading o n t o t h e p r i n t i n g of h y m n s a n d prayers, etc. f o r t h e use of t h e Blind. O n c e a m o n t h t h e y assist at a Social f o r t h e e n t e r t a i n m e n t of t h e s e afflicted f r i e n d s of O u r L o r d .

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LORETO CONVENT, 1.

G r a d e s V, VI, VII.

2.

G r a d e s III and IV.

MARRYATVILLE 3.

G r a d e s I a n d II.

4.

Kindergarten.

LORETO CONVENT,

Prefects

MARRYATVILLE

1948

C h i l d r e n of

C h i l d r e n of Past Pupils

Mary

LOR

ETO

Loreto Convent, Marryatville PREFECTS. Back Row: A. G u i d e r a , M. H a n n a n , M. S c a n t l e b u r y , M . J o n e s , A. M a c M i l l a n , E. M a l o n e .

F r o n t Row: P. D a r i a n S m i t h , P. H a k e n d o r f , A . Pick.

CHILDREN OF MARY. Back Row: P. H a k e n d o r f , E. M a l o n e , A . M c M i l l a n , N . Slattery, E. O ' D o n n e l l , M. H a n n a n , C. Boyce.

S e c o n d Row: J . Benger, A. F l a h e r t y , A . Pick, P. D u n s t a n , F. J e f f e r y , R. M c L a u g h l i n .

F r o n t Row: D . Wesslink, P. D a r i a n S m i t h , M. S c a n t l e b u r y , E. d e C u r e .

CHILDREN OF PAST PUPILS. Back Row: T . Burgess ( N . M a l o n y ) , E. M a l o n y (I. R o d e n ) , M . U p t o n (E. S t o t t ) , A . M c A u l e y ( M . M c L e a y ) , K. H o f f m a n (V. N e i l l ) , M . H a n e y (E. L a n e ) .

Second Row: J . H o f f m a n , J . Brookes (M. Lewis), P. K o e h n k e (T- W a l t e r s ) , S. Sullivan (J. S c o t t ) , M . G l y n n ( H . B e r t r a m ) , E. D o y l e (C. W h i t e ) , J . G l y n n , V . M a r t i n (I. Hillis, I n d i a ) .

F r o n t Row: C. G r a y (P. G r a y ) , D. O ' L o g h l i n (E. L a w r i e ) , J . W e b s t e r (J. W e b s t e r ) , A . Brookes, P. Reilly (P. H e r m a n n ) , G. M u r p h y (M. M c D o n a l d ) , J . M c C l u r e ( T . D a v i s ) .

FIRST A N D SECOND YEARS. Back Row: R. Willis, B. C u m m i n s , M. P a r k i n s o n , A. K e n n e d y , M. Griffin, G. T r a v e r s , M . V a i l , R. W a r d .

S e c o n d Row: P. S p a i n , N . Cooling, M. S h a n a h a n , M. Lee, P. Bush, A. L a n d e r , B. B o l a n d , J . T h o m p s o n , L. W a t s o n , A. McAuley.

T h i r d Row: A. M a r s , E. F a u l k n e r , M. H a n e y , H . B r o k e n s h a , R. K o e r n e r , D. T u r n e r , M . Benger, N . W a g n e r , C. Lawrie.

M . U p t o n , P. Devitt.

F r o n t Row: D. Brazel, K. H o f f m a n , J . W a g n e r , M. F l a h e r t y .

I N T E R M E D I A T E CLASS. Back Row: L. Brazel, P. J u n g f e r , T . Burgess, D. H o w i e , M . N e l l i g a n , J . Cooling, C. Melville, H . Fisher.

S e c o n d Row: P. H o l m e s , J . Bush, M. von Doussa, C. Pick, P. D o r a n , A . Fitzgerald, M . B u c h a n a n , C. K e n n e d y , P. Crowe,.

E. S u l l i v a n .

T h i r d Row: H . Cox, F. J e f f e r y , E. G a r t n e r , D . G o r d o n , D . W e s s l i n k , J . Benger, J . T h o m a s , M. O ' D o n n e l l , R. M a r t i n , M. R o n a l d , M. H o g a n .

L E A V I N G A N D H O N O U R S CLASS. Back Row: N . Slattery, C. Boyce, M. H a n n a n , E. O ' D o n n e l l , P. H a k e n d o r f , E. M a l o n e .

S e c o n d Row: M . S c a n t l e b u r y , A. G u i d e r a , P. D a r i a n S m i t h , M . J o n e s , A . P i c k , R. M . M c L a u g h l i n , A . Flaherty.

F r o n t Row: E. de C u r e , P. D u n s t a n , A. M a c M i l l a n .

G R A D E S V, VI, V I I .

Back Row: E. T r a v e r s , G. Coulter, M . C a r r o l l , J . K e n n e d y , A. S c a n t l e b u r y , V. D u n c a n , E. M a l o n y .

S e c o n d Row: B. K e n n e d y , G. D i x o n , C. G r a y , J . M a r t i n , A. C l i f f o r d , H . Devitt, P. G r e e n s l a d e , M. C r a w f o r d .

T h i r d Row: V . A u s t i n , P. C a r r , K. Pick, J . H e n d e r s o n , B. K e m p , C. O ' D o n n e l l , J . W a l l a c e , J . McClure.

F r o n t Row: W . L a i n g , M . D a l y , L. M c D o n a l d , J . Burley, B. T h y e r .

G R A D E S III A N D IV. Back Row: S. Earle, M . Sykes, D . O ' L o g h l i n , M. W o o d s , A. Isenstein.

S e c o n d Row: R. K e n n y , A . K o e r n e r , W . J o n e s , P. G r e e n , L. Rech, B. K e n n e d y , E. L a i n g .

F r o n t Row: M. M o r i a r t y , J . Neill, L. Lutz, J . H o f f m a n , J . Sykes, C. B a r t o n .

G R A D E S I and II. Back Row: J . W e b s t e r , M . Betts, J . C l i f f o r d , J . C o n n o l l y , P. Reilly, A. Brooks.

Second Row: A . K e n n a r e , R. Isenstein, J . A r m s t r o n g , R. G r e e n , P. Brazel, J . Fisher, B. Brown, C. M o r i a r t y , B. K e n n e d y .

F r o n t Row: P. V a i l , R. D o r a n , J . G l y n n , J . Brooks, E. W e b b , A. Burley, P. P r i d h a m , H . D o h e r t y .

A b s e n t : E. W o o d s , S. S c a n t l e b u r y , V . M a r t i n , L. Rech, C. D o y l e .

KINDERGARTEN GROUP. Back Row: G. M u r p h y , B. O s m o n d .

T h i r d Row: M . Doyle, E. Doyle, C. C o n n o l y , J . C a s h m o r e , E. Culshaw, H . J o s e p h , E. Catchett, C. O ' D e a .

Second Row: M . T e x l e r , P. K o e h n c k e , H . K e n n e d y , S. S u l l i v a n , M. G l y n n .

First Row: M . M o r i a r t y , S. T u n b r i d g e , P. U p t o n , T . O ' D o n n e l l , P. U p t o n .

A b s e n t : J . B o r n , G. T r e l o a r , A . T o f t , J . T h y e r .

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Overseas Contributions Australians in York Last Friday (June 18), we left Ascot for York by the 3.30 p.m. train from London. T h e journey was varied; manufacturing and industrial areas, hideous to the nth degree. T h e n after a few miles: lovely, green, wooded country with superb trees, little rivers, canals and locks. W e saw the great Cathedral at Peterborough, rising serenely above hideous, crowded roofs. W e reached York about 7 p.m. As soon as you leave the station you see the Walls! T h e days in York were a superb adventure, from the affectionate greeting of the nuns, that evening, until we left a few •days later.

T h e Convent, as you know, was founded in 1686.

The chapel had to be camouflaged from the outside, so the nuns' cells are built round the chapel dome, a very beautiful chapel. Under the floor is a priests' hiding-hole.

T h e entrance was through a falsebacked cupboard in an adjoining room, but now, there is a small trap-door in the chapel floor, and you can Page Seventy Three

examine the hole with a torch. A f t e r breakfast next day, we went to the Minster, which is glorious. On a tablet inside the door are inscribed the names of all the Archbishops of York, from St. Wilfred to the present day! To the Catholic it must always feel like an empty shell.

Then we went to the ruins of St. Mary's Abbey.

It was from here that the more fervent monks retired to the lovely valley where they built Fountains Abbey.

Near St. Mary's are the ruins of St. Leonard's hospital, where 240 patients were cared for, their beds arranged in a huge circle so that they could all hear Mass celebrated in the centre.

W e visited three old churches, all beautiful, all in the hands of Protestants.

It is terrible. W e walked home on the Walls, and saw the Guildhall, where the martyrs were tried.

Truly York is full of history. In the afternoon we drove to the village of Hewarth, and saw the house where our holy Foundress, Mary W a r d , is said to have died. Then on to the grave at Osbaldwick, where she was buried. . . .

The next morning we saw over the Convent, and the many precious relics, which include the first picture of the Sacred Heart to be venerated in England, brought from France by St. Claude de la Colombiere, given by him to Qneen Mary of Modena (James II's wife, whose chaplain he was), and by her to our nuns in London. Another precious and famous relic is the hand of Margaret Clitheroe, who was crushed to death in Elizabeth's reign for harbouring priests. It was given to the nuns by Fr. Mush, who was confessor both to Margaret and our Mother Mary W a r d .

There are numerous other relics of the heroic priests who were put to death in York during the penal times.

On Sunday, M.M. Gertrude (Superior), very kindly arranged for us to drive to Fountains Abbey, about 30 miles from York. T h e drive was beautiful, gentle slopes and green valleys with glorious trees.

T h e position of the Abbey is beautiful beyond description. It is in a valley whose sides are covered with old, old trees. There used to be seven yew trees in the Abbey grounds planted in 400 A.D. Three remain. It is sad to see in ruins what must have been a very noble house of God. It is good to know it may be restored.

Next day, M.M. Gertrude took us to Ampleforth, the great Benedictine school, about 24 miles from York. T h e buildings are superb, in grounds of 3,000 acres. There are 500 boarders, and their captain this year is Sheehy, an Australian; but he was out for the day. On the return journey we called at Gilling

L O R E T O Castle, the Prep. School' for Ampleforth. Most of the building is Elizabethean, parts added and restored.

T h e best part was the drive inside the gates, winding though untouched forest land, beautiful beyond words.

On Tuesday morning we walked through the city, and had the privilege of being allowed to enter Margaret Clitheroe's house in the Shambles. . . .

In the afternoon, we walked (in the rain) to the place of execution, about 15 minutes from the Convent, past which the martyrs were dragged on hurdles. T h e

exact spot is known, between two old trees. I picked some buttercups growing there, and kissed one of the trees, and prayed to the Martyrs for you all.

A n old white farm-house still stands opposite the the place. In those days the owners, though Protestants, used to offer the martys a stupefying drink out of pity for them. . . . Our days in York were like a pilgrimage. * Mother

Provincial,

M.M.

Magdalen

O'Hagan,

M.M. Mildred Dew, M M . Francis Frewin.

A Letter from California 3201 Claremont Avenue, Berkeley 5, California, U.S.A. November 18th, 1947.

Dear Editor, Mother M. Gabriel has been so kind as to send me copies of "Loreto, 11 which have been most interesting, and have been read from cover to cover. May I congratulate you upon this splendid journal, and wish you continued success in it! You are to be congratulated not only upon its contributions and construction, but also upon the fine photographs, which we enjoy very much.

Mother Gabriel has written me of the widespread popularity of basketball and of competitive games amongst the Catholic schools in Victoria. It might be of interest to you and to readers of "Loreto" to know that the three Peacocks—Aileen, Edith and Marion—introduced this game from America to the Loreto convents of Australia, when they were pupils at dear old Mary's Mount, Ballarat. Shall we say that it was one of the early gestures of "the good

neighbour policy,1'' of which we hear so much nowadays!

Would this suggestion merit consideration?

To include in "Loreto" a column of short items or notes about the Old Girls for their mutual pleasure. Since leaving Melbourne many years ago, we have spent a long time in Honolulu, but have called California home since the 201s. My sister, Aileen, died in 1926.

One of her daughters became a Sister in the Order of the Holy Names, and her youngest daughter received her degree from the University of California in 1946.

My sister, Edith, makes her home in Carmel, and I live in the family home at Berkeley.

W i t h best wishes to you and to "Loreto, 11 I am, Sincerely yours, M A R I O N PEACOCK. [ W e welcome Marion Peacock's letter, and appreciate her interest in our magazine. W e hope her letter will encourage many other Old Loreto Girls to send items about their where-abouts.—Ed.}

An Australian in Italy VENICE. . . . Of course, we loved Switzerland. While at Montreux, Clare * and I went by bus to Champ ery.

Travelling most of the way with the hood rolled back, we had a splendid view, as we climbed steadily until about 2,000 feet up. W e revelled in the magnificent panorama of the Rhone valley below. Champery is just the most perfect little village with the great Dents du Midi in the background. W e could see snow in patches on highest peaks. . . .

Reluctantly we left Switzerland to endure the discomforts of train travelling in Italy. But it has been well worth any discomfort, even the customs officials. . . . W e had just finished skirmishing with them when we tore into the marvellous Simplon Pass

—I believe the longest tunnel in the world.

In between the sections of tunnel we caught glimpses of the Alps—a most wonderful sight. T h e n we would plunge into another tunnel. Soon we were out by Lake Maggiore, very lovely and very large; even more attractive I thought than Lake Geneva. In the carriage the "foreigners" were discussing, in French, the merits of Swiss and Italian lakes. By the way, we have agreed that French is the most useful language to know. . . .

Finally we reached Milan after seven hours in the train. Like all travellers we marvelled at the magnificent railway station with its vast glass and steel arch covering 10 or more platforms. . . . You leave the station by walking through lofty marble halls, Page Sixty-Eight

LOR decorated with statues. . . . Dean 6? Dawson had not booked hotels for us in Italy—-thought there would not be many tourists. H o w little they knew!

So we had to take a taxi and find a hotel for ourselves. Then began our currency problems, which are still with us; so that every night we have to do our sums before we go to bed. It takes 1,650 lire to equal £ 1; so imagine the wallets bulging with lira notes.

Our first visit in Milan was to the marvellous cathedral; so beautiful that it takes your breath away. . . . Of course, you know its grand Gothic proportions, with a roof that appears to be edged with lace. W a s anything more lovely built in the 15th century? High Mass was just beginning when we went in; it was the 8th September, our Lady's birthday. . . . Among the great paintings we saw da Vinci's T h e Last Supper. Probably I was expecting too much; I was disappointed. Unlike other murals it is fading, because of the wrong medium used. . . .

After a few days in Milan, we were in the train speeding to Venice across the plains of Lombardy, irrigated and richly productive in orchards and maize. As we passed Verona, some Italians in the carriage eagerly showed us the castle where Romeo wooed Juliet; we all nodded and smiled at each other as they mentioned Shakespeare. . . . Here we are now in Venice in the Albergo Concordia. Oh! that trip up the Grand Canal! W e were in a boat something like a Sydney ferry, while all round us gondolas and motor-boats were speeding about. As our boat drew near St. Mark's Square, we had eyes only for the splendour of St. Mark's and the Doge's Palace beside it.

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ETO FLORENCE. . . I must go back and describe some of our doings in Venice. It is a truly wonderful and fascinating place—indeed the jewel of the Adriatic, and surely without a peer in the world's cities. T h e Eastern looking domes and minarets of St. Mark's flash as the sun strikes their gold touchings. O n the walls outside are exquisite mosaics in gold. Inside there are more lovely mosiacs, many of them designed by Tintoretto, and carried out by craftsmen. H o w i;hey must have worked to place the mosaics! I think glass over gold was the medium used. I pictured them lying flat on their backs doing that wonderful work that is on the high ceilings. . . . On the walls of the Doge's palace are huge canvases painted by Tintoretto, Bellini, Giorgione and Veronese. W h a t a great era that was for Venice, and what sights the Grand Canal has seen. . . . . . One of the first sights we saw after our arrival here, in Florence, was the Foundling Hospital, with the darling little Delia Robbia babies sculptured at the top of the pillars. On a blue background, the babies are of terra cotta composition, enamelled in white. . . . Our most pleasant memory of the Pitti Gallery was the familiar sight of so many of Raphael's pictures. It was moving to see the original Madonna della Sedia . . . A f t e r spending over two hours—and how short they seemed—at this gallery, we walked back to the city across the Ponte Vecchio which the Germans tried to bomb in 1944. Many nearby buildings were destroyed in the attempts. W e were not able to visit the Ufizzi gallery, as it is still closed while repairs are being done to the ceilings.

Florence is full of history, of course. W e needed weeks there to grow into the place and all its storied grandeur (not to mention learning up our history again on the Medici family.) . . .

I have written to M. M. Pauline in Rome—am taking them a little present of American coffee which we are told will be acceptable. Did I tell you that we have brought our" own tea-pot and tea? W e have found here a nice little maid who for a few lire learnt the rite and carries it out, after we stress acqua calda. She runs off laughing: "Si, si. Acqua calda!" * Many of our music students will remember Claire's father, A. E. H. Nickson, Esq., F.R.C.O., University Conservatorium, Melbourne.

R O M E - P A R I S EXPRESS. . . . A lovely week in Rome . . . we found a good hotel, and Claire rang P. T. at the Embassy; but she was away at Capri, so we had to do our own planning. I telephoned M.M. Pauline; and, as the concierge at our hotel could speak English, he was very helpful in looking up trains and

LOR directing us. Claire had a map and was quite clever at reading it; so after 15 minutes in the train we reached the right stop. On our right for some distance was portion of an old Roman wall.

It was about 20 feet high, very broad, with plants and creepers. In a few minutes we had reached via Abruzzi, where the nuns * have a nice convent—it was once an Embassy. T h e nuns gave us a warm welcome, and were glad to have news of you. They have a big school where adults learn English. T h e course is set at Cambridge, which sends over examiners each year. One of the students, A n n a Scarfoglio, took us to many places of interest in Rome. A t the Coliseum, it was a solemn thought to realise all the Christian martyrs who had died there. A t intervals, the Pope says Mass on the spot. . . .

E T O after attending a Conference of Catholic W o m e n in Rome. She is charming and very well educated, speaking perfect English, besides conversing with other passengers in French and Italian. . . . T h e train waited in Milan for hours, so we went once more to visit the lovely Cathedral. . . . * I.B.V.M. KATHLEEN O'DOHERTY, (Past Pupil—Loreto Abbey, Ballarat).

T h e visit to Vatican City made up the whole of one memorable day. St. Peter's, the Vatican Galleries and, of course, the Sistine Chapel. This chapel, so inseparably linked with the name of Michelangelo, has one wall entirely covered with his picture of the Last Judgment. All his pictures are so strong and vigorous; one could spend weeks studying them. . . .

I must confess I was just a little disappointed with St. Peter's. Of course, it is truly wonderful with its dome, ceiling and vastness, and all it stands for; but in my humble opinion it seemed over-decorated. But I could have stayed for hours with Michelangelo's glorious Pieta that we saw at St. Peter's. It is truly lovely. T h e wonder of it is that he has managed to make Our Lord's body quite lifeless, while Our Lady looks full of life and pathos.

Our last day in Rome was spent fairly quietly.

In the morning we visited the Vatican once more, and studied again the glorious Raphael pictures in the Gallery. T h e Holy Father was away at his summer residence, so we did not see him. . . .

There was a Communist march in Rome one day that week; and there was a general feeling of disturbance in the air. N o w that we have met, and grown to like, people in Rome, all their dangers seem fearful. (I hope you explained to Mrs. Burfitt about our not being able to use her card; we would like to have met the Blue N u n s ) .

We spent our last evening in Mr. Bonham Carter's private sitting-room at the Hotel Eden—our first contact with the Embassy, the only English people we met since leaving London—with the exception of the nuns. W e reluctantly took leave of our host at 11 p.m., to prepare for our homeward journey next morning. . . .

T h e very name of this train is fascinating; and we have met several interesting people. One, a lady from the Argentine, is on her way home

[Editor's Note: Just as we were deliberating whether to insert a picture of Michelangelo's Pieta, we received a post-card from Helen Deakin (Past pupil, Normanhurst). It was a lovely photograph of the Virgin of the Pieta, so we have reproduced it here. Helen, too, has found it one of the most moving and beautiful sights in Rome.} Still later, there has arrived another photograph of Michelengelo's beautiful Virgin of the Pieta.

This one was from Shirley Grave (past pupil, Loreto, Claremont—known to all its old children as "Osborne"). Shirley writes of "two glorious days in Rome." She went on to Holland and is now in England.—Ed.} Page Sixty-Three

Adult Students at St. Mary's Convent (I.B.V.M.) Rome.

W A N D A TEDESCHI, via Padova: Rome—A rather important street with the walls of ancient Rome on one side and modern buildings on the other. On this side many secondary streets open, bordered with villas surrounded by gardens, over the walls of which in almost any season hang flowering creepers and trees. Among these streets is via Abruzzi, and among the old-fashioned villas of that street one in particular attracts attention with its quiet and peaceful atmosphere. Number II It is a Convent school, the school of the "English Ladies" * who, among other duties, teach English to Italians. For this reason at certain hours of the day the tranquility of this villa is disturbed, and the quietness of the garden is enlivened by the gay chatter of the pupils.

Then the house becomes a hive of industry. Let us look at those pupils. W h a t different types! Young girls and grey-haired ladies, smartly or simply dressed women, girls who have little formal education, and mature ladies who have a degree and are teachers themselves. There are also old pupils who attended the classes of that school many years ago and who now send their daughters. Sometimes the mothers come themselves to enjoy an hour of intellectual work and grow young again for an hour or two . . . But now in the garden—while waiting for the lesson—those different pupils are all familiarly talking to each other united by a common interest: the language, art, and literature of a foreign country.

There is a complete course of five years, where people begin at the beginning and work steadily up till the Proficiency Examination. The whole programme of the Cambridge Examinations is developed W h a t long, hard hours of work for the poor teachers! Think what it must be tb deal with such a variety of people! Every pupil has her individual wants and needs. For one, no lesson is high enough, for another, everything is on a too high standard; one would prefer a little more grammar, another would not like grammar at all. There are ladies who know very little and imagine they are up to the standard of an examination. W h a t an ungrateful task to make them understand that they must wait for another year! Only very tactful and skilful teachers can succeed in making everybody pleased.

Every Thursday, from November to June, people of the higher classes may hear a very learned and interesting lecture. The lecture deals with literature, history and art, with deep knowledge of the subject, and infuses into the audience an interest that does not end with the lecture. Students remain after the lecture to discuss and to Page Seventy Three

consult books dealing with that subject. Books may be borrowed from the excellent library. I dare to say that those lectures form a little centre of culture.

But the multilateral Sisters are not only lecturers and mistresses in the Cambridge classes; they become, when it is needed, also play-teachers. The school has for Christmas a little performance with Christmas carols sung by the pupils themselves; other plays are performed on other occasions. I remember a short play in which the actresses, in spite of their very limited means, aspired as high as Shakespeare and succeeded. Besides these activities there are weekly meetings for younger pupils who want to think as Catholics. ** These are guided by Fr. Dyson, S.J., Professor of Biblical exegesis at the Biblical Institute.

W h a t we, pupils of the school, shall never forget are the war years. W h a t a lot of good work was done then, when no other English-teaching school was open and everybody wanted to be prepared for the coming of the Allies. Then the Convent in via Abruszi was not only the school; it was also the place where one could come and not be asked who one was or to which party one belonged. And when one entered the house troubled by an impending danger, or sorry for a disgusting scene in the street, it was so agreeable to meet the calm and peaceful faces of those nuns. There was, and there is, such a homely atmosphere, that we shall never forget the hours spent so profitably and agreeably in via AbruzziAnd even when scattered in different places, pupils of this school will always remember it with affection and gratitude. *

The name by which the nuns of the I.B.V.M. are known in Europe.

** The writer is a Jewess.

F A U S T A M O N A R I , via Scastulo: SCENE— R.A.A.C. (Rome Area Allied Command British H.Q.) Educational Office, Spring, 1945.

I: May I come in?

Captain H.: Good afternoon, Mrs. Monari; how are you?

I.: Pretty well, Captain. I have come to thank you so much for the pupils you were kind enough to send me and also for those classes.

Captain H.: That is all right. Captain B. rang me from the Welfare Centre and told me they are quite pleased with the lessons over there. Do you like the job?

I.: Very much indeed.

Captain H.: Tell me a little more about it.

I.: Capt. B., having got my address from you, went to my home to arrange the courses. He fixed up two hours 1 lessons, one of Italian and one of French, every second day. Next morning he

L O R E T O came and fetched me in a jeep, as the job had to start at once. It sounds nice and important, doesn't it? But to tell you the truth, I felt miserable and at a loss. I arrived at the Welfare Centre with a throbbing heart.

Capt. H.: Well?

I.: Nothing tragic did happen, however; on the contrary, everything went quite smoothly.

Captain H.: So I should think.

1.: As soon as I entered the room and found myself face to face with the kind, good-humoured "chaps, 11 my uneasiness vanished and I knew what I was about.

Captain H.: Quite lucky! A r e the boys eager to learn?

I: I was astonished to see how seriously they take this amateur work.

They put questions, take notes and come readily to the blackboard.

Captain H.: Have they never the impression of making fools of themselves?

I.: You see, I don't treat them like children.

Besides, they have experienced that I am ready in my turn to make a fool of myself sometimes to keep the lesson cheerful. I really feel enthusiastic about my work and the class in a certain sense catches fire, too.

Captain H.: T h a t is quite nice. H o w many pupils are there?

I.: About 18 for Italian; the French course is somewhat less numerous. Some attend both courses. . . . In my Italian class there are also two "big shots' 1 : a major, a very refined and worldly gentleman, and a chaplain, a very sport' ing, matter-of-fact captain who is good-hearted.

H e sometimes drives me home, letting the chauffeur sit comfortably behind like a gentleman who wants to take a ride. T h e chaplain is a good psychologist who understands the souls of his soldiers; he makes very interesting appreciations when speaking about them.

Captain H.: Splendid! Would you also tell me something about your teaching?

[Signora Monari describes her method of teaching.]

Capt. H.: I am quite interested in what you tell me.

1.: Now, I think I have detained you too long.

Thank you again for your help.

Captain H.: Don't mention it. I am glad to see you are pleased with the classes and the classes are pleased with you.

I.: Oh, I hope they are; I would not be too sure of that. Goodbye, Captain H. Captain H.: Good-bye, Mrs. Monari. Thank you for your visit.

A N N A S C A R F O G L I O , via Bisagno: W h e n we Italians begin to study the English language, we do not find it difficult at all; and we are taken

in by the great difference between the English and the Italian grammar. A f t e r a few months' study we feel that we know enough English, and, as we are no longer children, we ascribe this facility in learning to the maturity of our minds.

The difficulties begin as we go on in the study.

W h e n we end the third year and we prepare for the Lower Certificate examination, we feel a little worried about it. But as it is almost a success, we feel proud of it, and we direct ourselves to the two years that separate us from the Proficiency examination with a feeling of security and understanding.

But then the troubles begin. Our syllabus becomes serious, the horizon widens, and we begin to feel a kind of inferiority complex. W e read Shakespeare's works and we are proud to read them in the original language. W e realise how beautiful they are, but how far it is from the little knowledge of the language we have. All the beauties, the flowers of the style, become music to our ears; but how hard we must work to penetrate into the personality of that immortal poetry.

As we go on in our translations we feel less sure than we were at the beginning. T h e irregular verbs, which seemed easy compared with ours, now begin to puszle us when we must choose the right preposition to go with them. It will seem strange to hear me say that we find it more difficult to translate from English into Italian than vice-versa.

T h e many shades of the English language, the many words meaning the same thing, give us great trouble to translate; and we work hard trying not to spoil the English text.

W h e n all this is done, we find ourselves facing the Proficiency examination. W e resume our courage and we try. It is too late to give up the idea of learning English; and above all we have become so fascinated by it that it has become a great part of ourselves.

F R A N C A P A L O M B O , via Savoia: In the homes of many Italian women there are small sheets of paper on which the following prayer is printed in elegant blue type:— O Lord our God Make me an instrument of thy peace.

May I bring Love where is hatred, Forgiveness where is injury, Union where is disagreement, Faith where is doubt, T r u t h where is error, Hope where is despair, Joy where is sadness, Light where is darkness, Help where is need.

Sometimes these sheets hang on the walls, in delicate frames, by the beds; sometimes they lie on the writing desks, or are hidden in the prayer Page Sixty-Eight

LOR books. However, these words are deeply impressed in the hearts and minds of these women.

It is the prayer that is given to those who join in the "Aiuto Christiano" (Christian Help), an organization which was founded after the liberation of Rome in order to relieve the suffering people who had taken refuge in Rome from the ruined regions of Italy.

The above-mentioned prayer is a summary of the feelings and aims which inspire the voluntary work of the Aiuto Christiano, including women of every social class. Their motto is: "Help your neighbour." They intend to give relief to anyone who needs it, without any distinction of religions and political ideas. In such a way the Aiuto Christiano intends to contribute to the efficiency of Labour, the only source of wealth that Italy still possesses. Supplies of various kinds have been given by Italian people and by generous persons from South America and U.S.A., so that in three years the Aiuto Christiano has been able to help 50,000 families. Groups have been formed in other towns, and the assistance has reached even

EVENING.

— M E R E D I T H S Y K E S , J. School, Marryatville.

FIRST

DAY

small villages where other help can rarely arrive.

The Aiuto Christiano has brought assistance to children by placing them in institutions instead of leaving them abandoned in the streets. This is a fine work. Also, extremely successful are the milk-bars where warm milk is given every day to 15,000 delicate children in the schools.

Another branch of assistance is the relief of the "new poor," that is to say, to those who, living on old-age or war pensions, or, in general, on a modest fixed income, are suffering from the high prices caused by the inflation of money. The Aiuto Christiano delivers food supplies, clothes and medicine and enlists the help of doctors who give their skill gratuitously.

In this short report I have tried to show what the women of the "Aiuto Christiano" have done in the post-war period. They intend now to work with ever-increasing activity, spreading more and more this spirit of Christian Union which has to link up persons of every social class and condition.

MY

The sun in the western sky does glow, And the wild sea breezes gently blow; While little stars do gently peep, And baby birds do quietly sleep.

A mopoke calls— Sleep has come over all.

THE

ETO

OF

MAY.

As I was going through the park to-day, I met a fairy who seemed to say, "Oh! don't you think it's a lovely day?

All the world seems bright and gay, The birds and bees are all at play."

And I agreed: "Yes, it is a lovely day, For to-day you know is the first of May."

LITTLE

I have a little dog named T u f f , Who is so very, very bold; He chews the mats and plays so rough, That Daddy says he must be sold.

But he really does not mean it.

He's only three months old, And I'm sure as he gets bigger, Well then he can be told That mats and shoes and Daddy's socks.

Are really not to eat, And all my toys and pretty frocks Are not a little dog's meat.

—ELIZABETH MOLONY,

Marryatville.

T h e above three poems are from the School, Loreto, Adelaide.

— B A R B A R A T H Y E R , Marryatville.

Unless we can make daybreak and daily bread and the creative secrets of labour interesting in themselves, there will fall on all our civilization a fatigue which is the one disease from which civilizations do not recover.

— F r o m G. K. C H E S T E R T O N ' S last message on the B.B.C., 1934.

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DOG.

Junior

LORETO

CONVENT

MARRY ATVILLE

Leaving and H o n o u r s

I n t e r m e d i a t e Class

2 n d Year I n t e r m e d i a t e

ST . MARY 'S HALL

Councillors

Group of Students

-LOR

E T O

To the Top of Table Mountain For many months I had worked in a Cape Town office and tor every hour of every working day had I been actively conscious of the Mountain—the mighty mountain that guards the entrance to our country. Some days when I lifted my eyes for a while from my typewriter I would see it black and purple under lowering skies, so close and so tremendous as to be almost the monster of a night' mare. A t other times with its harsh contours swathed in softening vapours of mist, it seemed more than ever a mystery—distant and inaccessible.

There were many days, though, when the mellow sunshine painted its flanks with ever'changing colours; the deep green of its pine'dad slopes hinted at cool shadows, while the sharp outline of its straight flat top against the sky promised cool winds to the workers in the hot city.

Cape Town and Table Mountain

In its many moods I had watched Table Mountain, and, with every changing aspect, I had longed to know it better, to discover some of its mysteries and to break down the oppressive sense of awe which it inspired in me. The obvious solution was to devote a day to mountaineering. A sea-faring friend of mine, who knows the Mountain intimately, planned an expedition for Easter Monday. He and his daughter, Avril, his son Hilary, and three stalwart young Irishmen made up the party. W e had all given up smoking for Lent, and were feeling in pretty good condition as a result; so it was with high confidence and hopeful prayers for fine weather that we all went early to bed on Easter Sunday.

Everything was ready, for we had held many a round-table conference. . . .

The next day dawned cloudless and clear, with a cool breeze. W e all met in town at nine o'clock —the men in khaki shorts and open-neck shirts, long socks and nailed boots. Avril in slacks—I in shorts.

Her feet were encased in a solid pair of brogues,

but I had been foolhardy enough to trust to ankle socks and crepe-soled sandals. Jimmy, our leader and veteran mountaineer, weighed down under a rucksack almost as solid as himself, smiled at our optimistic enthusiasm and led the way to the little trolley bus which was to take us on the first stage of our journey, to Kloof Nek, which is the starting point of the aerial cableway and from where the Mountain is most easily accessible to climbers.

Having left the bus behind us, we struck a level sandy road taking us through pinewoods along the face of the mountain and running parallel to the city. Suddenly rounding a bend in the road we were confronted with granite battlements towering above us. Blue and purple where the sun had not yet reached it, the long length of the Table and its overpowering height presented us with a challenge not to be ignored. "Here," said Jimmy, "is where we strike the rough stuff."

W e left the road, hitched up our rucksacks, bent our backs, and started the ascent of a steep path slippery with loose stones and dust. Now and again a few steps, rough-hewn in the rock, broke the monotony and helped us to gain height. . . . " N o w for the Mountain, 1 ' said Jimmy at last. He left the path and plunged into what seemed an impenetrable thicket by the side of a steep gully. "This is where we start climbing, chaps," he called over his shoulder.

Now the game was on! The gradient became acutely steeper, and, looking out over the bushes, we could see that we were at the lower end of Platteklip Gorge—a colossal kind of chimney going up and up and up and narrowing as it reached the top. It looked easy enough, but, if we had known that it would take us two solid hours to climb that gorge,, some of us might have thought twice about it.

A t one stage the party divided into two sections Paddy Malone and I wisely stuck to Jimmy; but the others thought they had found a better route. W e heard them crashing along for some minutes in the thorny undergrowth some twenty feet above us.

Then, a shout and a sound of falling rocks made us look up sharply. A large boulder, about the size of a small car, was bounding down the slope towards us, gathering impetus and collecting an avalanche of bushes and rocks as it came. For a moment, as we watched, it seemed that Avril's brown-clad legs were part of the tangle; and Jimmy discarded his heavy pack in a split second, preparatory to diving to her rescue. Luckily, it was a false alarm and, as the avalanche rumbled on its way down into the echoing depths, Avril's beaming face appeared over a ledge as she shouted to us: "Sorry to alarm you. I just pushed a rock over." Her father, however, was not amused and, after calling the rest of the party to heel, he gave her a lecture on the danger P a g e Sixty-Seven

L O R E T O of landslides and the desirability of considering the safety of others while mountaineering.

A s we attained the higher levels, we found patches of soft, green moss and cushiony grass . . . strange and beautiful flowers . . . spotted orchids and many coloured lilies . . . It was one o'clock w h e n we finally reached the top of Table M o u n t a i n . . . not a level platform of smooth rock, as might be imagined. A l t h o u g h there are parts where the rock is worn and eroded into a barren sort of plateau, most of it is thickly grown with thorn bushes and scrubby grass covered with odd projections, hummocks and hills. It was on a ledge half-way up one of these hills that we lit our fire. H e r e we had our "braaivleis" in the traditional South A f r i c a n style, allowing our fire to die down and grilling chops on the embers. W e boiled water with the tealeaves in it and the result was unbelievably delicious.

We finished off with apples and a cigarette and then relaxed into heavenly tranquility. O h , the peace of that perfect hour, remote from the world, surrounded by hazy peaks and deep blue sky!

Jimmy would not allow us to relax for long. A t three o'clock he gave us our marching orders. " T h e worst is yet to come," he warned, " a n d we must be down before dark" . . . I doubt if I am w r o n g in saying that the view f r o m Table M o u n t a i n is among the finest in the world. T h e Cable Station is built on the extreme western edge of the plateau, and from its observation platform, you feel almost dazed and intoxicated with the view that spreads out before you . . . Finally, we could pick out the railway lines that carry the trains bound for Kimberley, Johannesburg and Rhodesia . . . I think all of us experienced at that moment an intense feeling of triumph and exhilaration.

1 Soon we were following Jimmy in single file across the rough plateau and down towards the sea.

O u r downward route was to be via Kasteelspoort— w h a t Jimmy held out as an easy descent. For the first h o u r I suffered intensely. T h e perpetual downward jolting, the thinness of my sandals, and the absence of any protection to my legs against the

thorn bushes combined to reduce me to a quivering bundle of un-co-ordinated nerves! I eventually reached the stage where, at every downward step, by knees gave way and I was constantly losing my balance.

T o disguise this lamentable weakness I would sit down and slither with complete disregard for the state of my clothes. This, however, could not go on indefinitely, and very soon the distance between Jimmy at the head of the line and Paddy and me at the end began to increase alarmingly.

Eventually, after he had waited for us to catch up for the f o u r t h time, our leader called a halt.

He then made me drink some milk, well laced with brandy, and re-organised the party so t h a t I w e n t first. "Be of good heart," he said, "and try not to concentrate on w h a t you are doing with your legs.

D o n ' t brace yourself against the descent; walk slightly sideways and relax your body." A f t e r this, I took a n e w lease of life, and even felt capable of admiring the sunset and the flaming colours of sky and sea framed by the two peaks between which we were descending. It did not seem long after that when, in the gathering dusk, we stepped on t o t h e Pipe Track which leads along the base of the Twelve Apostles towards civilisation and a bus.

T h e end of this most memorable day was a vocifer* ous party in the family kitchen, where we all sat on the floor eating chops and chips cooked by Jimmy's wife, and giving her all at once our various accounts of the day's events. H a v e you ever heard an angler describing " t h e fish t h a t got away?" O r a crowd of R u g b y fans discussing a big match? If so, you will have some idea of t h e tall stories and excited arguments that went on in that hour of good fellowship in the warm and homely atmosphere of the family circle.

Soon there was t h e perfect relaxation of a bath; "the benison of hot water," and the blessed, blessed softness of cool sheets, a fleeting moment of prayerful thanks, and then complete oblivion.

M. F. BIRD, (Past Pupil, Loreto, Pretoria, South A f r i c a ) .

ORCHESTRA, LORETO CONVENT, NORMANHURST Page Sixty-Eight

Irish Journey T h e mountains of Wicklow rose out of the mist and the sea to give us our first glimpse of Ireland.

As we came into Dunlaighaire harbour the notes of the Angelus bell floated across the water.

Here we were—three young Australians, about to set foot on the land from where, sixty years before, our grandparents had come. Ahead of us were two weeks' exploration of a country already ancient when our own was discovered. However, it was no time for philosophy or sentiment. There were the Customs and our luggage to cope with; then the boat train to Dublin.

T h e Customs inspection proved less frightening than we had expected, and soon we were in a fourwheeler, trotting down College Green to our hotel.

From the moment when we fell out on to the foot' path, till we sadly said Good'bye to Ireland, we scarcely stopped laughing. As mad tourists* no doubt we were treated leniently.

Five days in Dublin were mainly spent in eating steaks and windowshopping. W e bought snowboots to ward off the English winter, left them at the hotel and set off by bus to Waterford. Our luggage consisted of one w e e k e n d bag each. W e were heartily sick of cabin trunks and hat'boxes, so had determined to "live" out of one case.

W h e n the bus left Dublin and rattled along the country roads, past Kildara, Carlow and Kilkenny, we were speechless with delight at the intense green' ness of the fields. W e had always heard Eire r e ferred to as the Emerald Isle, but the depth of the colour amazed us. It was true. Ireland W A S the greenest country in the world.

T h e next morning we boarded a bus for Killarney.

T h e road led past little whitewashed cottages where hens pecked and scratched in the doorways, past old women with black shawls, past coastal villages and absurdly green cliffs. Ireland seemed to me a country where Time had walked carefully. There were no ugly mass'produced towns, no forests of smokestacks.

A few hours in Cork were all we had before the bus went on to Killarney. W h e n we left home our friends had entreated us to kiss the Blarney Stone. W e were furious that we did not have time and vowed that if we came to Ireland again we should make straight for Cork.

T h e bus conductor was a cheerful man and pointed out places of interest. H e often had to spring out and deliver queerlyshaped parcels—a fishing line, a pair of shoes. In those rural areas the buses took the place of an ordinary postal service. It reminded me of the mailmen in the western districts of Queens' land.

Ireland was like Australia in many ways, we thought. In England we had missed open spaces.

Here in Ireland the fields, although small, were wild.

There was not the same impression of a patchwork quilt.

Killarney! Long read about and often heard described, here was Killarney at last. And, as with so many other places in Ireland, my expectations were more than fulfilled. It was T O O beautiful. I wandered about in a daze. It was raining steadily next day, so we drove to Glengariff, on Bantry Bay, for the afternoon. T h e road led through the heart of the mountains past lonely villages, sometimes consisting of only three or four stone cottages. Waterfalls raced down the hillsides every few yards. A camp of gypsies huddled miserably at the side of the road; their piebald ponies were sleek and fat.

T h e rain had stopped as we drove deep into the ranges, climbing higher and higher until, with one turn, there before us was the glory of Bantry Bay, sparkling in the sunlight. Surely this is one of the most magnificent views in the world.

W e drove back to Killarney through Healy's Pass and Kenmare. Next day it was time to move on, but we could not leave. Instead, we rode in a jaunting'car round the lakes, saw Muckross Abbey, and listened to long stories about the Colleen Bawn and the fairies from our driver. I found myself looking for fairies in every bush as we walked back.

Reluctantly we went on to Limerick next day and spent the night at Adare. Again we wanted to stay. Adare is a small village about nine miles from Limerick. It has two fine old churches and a pretty little row of thatched cottages. In the grounds of the manor are the ruins of Desmond's Castle. Alto' gether, Adare is one of the prettiest villages we came across in Ireland.

Next stop was Galway, the city of the Seven Tribes, where we spent a night before going to Clifden, the capital of Connemara.

W h e n you tell an Irishman you are going to Connemara, he says dubiously, "You may not like it. It's very wild." So I knew we'd love it. A n d we did. Connemara is the picture postcard of Ire' land. Here are the tracts of bog, the sad-eyed don' keys carrying baskets of turf, the women in red petti' coats. Here, if anywhere, the Gaeltacht survives.

But it is a forced survival. T h e children chatter away in English; so do the old women.

Connemara is like no other part of Ireland. It is wild and barren and wonderful. T h e shores are lined with seaweed, which the women collect in baskets. T h e farms are so small you wonder how their tenants live. But any grass that grows be' tween the rocks is bright green. In Australia this land would be called desert—uninhabitable. In Ire' land, it is called wild. T h e people of Connemara are emigrating as fast as they can. Boston, Mass., Page Seventy Three

-LOR E T O is their capital, the United States their Promised Land. Yet they are the friendliest people in all Ireland.

The first words we heard there were, "Welcome to Connemara!"

If I ever return to Ireland it is to Connemara I shall go—having first kissed the Blarney Stone!

There, there is no past, no future—only an enchant'

ing present. The white road winds away across the bog to Nowhere, the gulls dip and cry above the sea, and the Twelve Pins of Connemara stand mist' clad against the sky.

LANNAH

MACROSSAN,

(Past Pupil, Loreto, Toorak).

LORETO CONVENT, MARRYATVILLE Winners of the D Team Tennis Cup, 1947

THE

KANGEROO THE

I'm going back, back along the old familiar track, To the wide, open spaces of my land; There I'll see the Kangaroo, and he won't be in the zoo, But hopping o'er the pastures green and grand.

I'll see them [all in line, through the timbers tall and fine.

Father, Mother, and the little ones behind; And maybe in Mother's pouch a tiny 'roo looks out

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AND

I—

JACKEROO. On a field of fairy wonder in that clime.

Yes, I'll be a Jackeroo, And I won't be in a queue Of teeming crowds and noise in city life: But in every kind of weather We'll be pals together, The Kangaroo and I—the Jackeroo.

— B R U N E T T A BOLAND, (Second Y e a r ) , Loreto, Marryatville..

Hugh Dormer My younger son, the Hugh Dormer of the nowfamous diaries, was born in London on 11th March, 1919, and was baptised by his great-uncle, Abbot Egan, of Ramsgate. T h e first world-war had just ended, and, knowing that the house we had built on our estate in East Africa had been for long periods uninhabited, we decided that I should bring our two children out to Australia on a visit while my husband went to East Africa to prepare for our return. W i t h my elder son, aged four and a-half, and Hugh, a baby of six months, I travelled to Sydney on a military transport.

Owing to post-war conditions and overcrowding, Hugh became seriously ill, and only the skill of an Australian army doctor

saved his life. A f t e r a year in Australia, we travelled to our home in what is now known as Kenya Colony.

A t the age of eight, H u g h went to Lady Cross, a well-known Catholic preparatory school in Sussex; and, at twelve and a-half, went to his Public School, Ampleforth, in Yorkshire. H e spent six wonderful happy years in this lovely Yorkshire valley, ruled over by the spirit of the Benedictines. In his last year he enjoyed the privilege and responsibility of being Head of a school of nearly five hundred boys.

A t his concluding Exhibition day, the Headmaster paid a public tribute to his fine leadership, and the wonderful spirit with which he had inspired all those under him. H e did very well in his examina-

tions, passing the entrance to Oxford at the age of sixteen; but he was also a lover of games—boxing, rugger, cricket. H e was described as " t h e idol of the school."

W h e n he was eighteen, he went to Christ Church College, Oxford, having rooms in Peckwater—the college dining hall had been the banqueting hall in Cardinal Wolsey's day. H u g h appreciated to the full the riches and joys of Oxford, where he had a large circle of friends. H e was working for t h e Diplomatic Service, and with this object in view he spent abroad part of his holidays each year, to perfect his French and German, both of which he spoke fluently. While he was studying Arabic in Cairo in 1939, war broke out, and, without any thought of his own future, he went straight into the army, where he was given a commission in the Irish Guards—his father's regiment of the first war.

Hugh's diaries, written with no thought of publi' cation, speak for themselves as to his work during those terrible years of war. All who knew him, whether as a child or as a man, were the better and happier for having met him. A friend of mine who afterwards entered Carmel described him to her Reverend Mother as being Christlike. H u g h was a daily communicant, and possessed a deep spirituality and a great personal love of O u r Lord. In this he showed kinship with his great-uncle, the Hon. Henry Dormer, who at the age of twenty-one, when serving with his regiment, the 60th Rifles, in Canada, so impressed the people of Quebec with his s a n e tity, that after his death his cause was presented to Rome for Beatification.

Hugh had many links with Australia—first and foremost being through his grandfather, the late Hon. J. T. Toohey, who for many years was a life-member of the Upper House of Parliament in N.S.W., and a Knight Commander of St. Gregory and St. George. As a boy of ten, H u g h paid his second visit to Sydney, and was an enthusiastic member of all our excursions, enjoying to the full the f u n of billy-tea, and riding the surf at Bondi or Manly. H e used to say that when his life's work was done, he would retire and live in the Australian bush. But there was to be no retirement for him; he went down in the war in the fullness of his young manhood. God, whom h e served so faith' fully, has given him a richer heritage.

JOSEPHINE DORMER, (Past Pupil, Loreto, Normanhurst).

[Editor's Note: H u g h Dormer's Diaries (London: Jonathan Cape), published May, 1947. N o w in 5th reprint.]

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Late Gleanings from Marryatville June 27th.—The Y.C.S. General Meeting was held.

A mock Trial and a dramatization of the "Foolish Virgins" were among the items that made the meeting an interesting and pleasant one.

July 8th to 10th.—The Annual Retreat was given

by Father Selleck. C.S.S.R. The Lectures and Talks given by the Director were fully appreciated by the retreatants.

July 31st.—Junior School Concert: For the sixty little people from Kindergarten to Grade II., and their parents, this was the event of the year, and was well worth all the happy hours of practice that enlivened the weeks before the event.

August 3rd.—The Second Year's entertained the School with a series of Talks on Art. Illustrations on the epidiescope accompanied the Lectures, and a comprehensive Quiz at the end of the afternoon, proved the extent to which the audience had profited by the entertainment.

August 21st.—Sports Day: In the presence of His Grace, Most Reverend M. Beovich, D.D., and a number of Priests and Brothers, parents and friends enjoyed a very pleasant Sports Meeting. There was keen competition between the four Houses—Ward, Barry, Mulhall and McGrath—but Mulhall carried the honours of the day. Prizes, generously contributed by friends, were distributed by the Reverend A. Dando, S.J., Parish Priest of Norwood.

August 24th.—The Leavings and Honours were hostesses at an "Evening with the Catholic Poets.'"

They entertained their parents at a most enjoyable and instructive Soiree, during which each of the girls gave a lecturette, or illustrated the works of the Catholic poets. Father A. Dando, S.J., congratulated the girls on their work, and thanked them for a very enjoyable evening.

This was the concluding function of the term.

Brisbane School resumed 13th July. By the end of the week we were quite "at home." Holidays were a happy, but dim memory.

School routine had no time to pall, as we prepared for the annual Fete which came on July 24th.

Between the making of sweet-baskets and the covering of Holy Pictures, the E Team practised strenuously for their finals—alas, in vain! They were defeated by three games.

Literary Club members, both Senior and Junior Groups, rehearsed assiduously for respective plays to aid the Missions. Great entertainment was promised, but the Cast considered themselves to have had their Entertainment and, therefore, not obliged to contribute.

Those honoured by being chosen for parts in the Christmas concert may be seen any day posing for Tableaux which will consist of the Five Joyful Mysteries—and end with Our Lady of Fatima. Vocal and instrumental music will accompany each.

As yet, the date of the annual School Broadcast has not been decided upon. Those fortunate enough to live in Cavendish Road need not wait until the great day to tune in, as strains from the Nuns' Chorus

(sung by children) can be heard from day to day, especially on Wednesday, at 1.20, when Mr. Grice presides. I hope they appreciate the audition.

"September, the maid with the swift, silver feet," is upon us once more, and so also are the tests for Examination classes, not to mention music, elocution and theory examinations. No further apology should be needed for ending our latest report at this juncture.

The scythe of Time did leave something. On July 4th, there was an impressive Day of Reparation in honour of Our Lady of Fatima, conducted by Fr. T. Dunphy, C.S.S.R. Newly-lefts came in large numbers and spent a fervent day in prayer and silence.

Then there was the Junior School Sports Day on August 14th, when parents and friends gathered in early Spring sunshine on the lower playground to encourage agile runners, skippers, and hoppers racing in glee. The Kindergarten Flower Race was perhaps the event of the day, though competitors airily flouted all racing regulations. Distribution of prizes and afternoon tea for victors, vanquished, and visitors, closed a very happy day.

The Catholic is never alone.

Christ, the Head is ever with him. Stream of invisible, mysterious life flow through the Catholic fellowship, forces of renewal, of a youthfulness that is ever flowering anew.

—KARL A D A M .

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Obituary SISTER M. C L E M E N T K E E N A N .

A life of great fidelity closed when, on the 20th July, 1948, Sister M. Clement went to her reward.

Those who knew her at Albert Park, Dawson Street, and Mary's Mt., will long remember the feast-days when "Sister Clement did the decorations." She de lighted in making the rooms look festive for the children, and hers was a very special skill.

The last years of her life were spent at Loreto Convent, Dawson Street, and at Mary's Mt. For years she suffered from a bad heart, but, in spite of laboured breathing and exhaustion, she made her way daily to where she knew she could do many of the small things that matter so much in everyday life, and when confined to her room, her hands were never idle.

Death camc rather suddenly at the end. Sister had one of her bad turns; she was annointed, and after a few days of peaceful suffering she breathed her last. She leaves behind her an example of fidelity to prayer, labour and penance.

M O T H E R M. V E R O N I C A

DOHERTY.

Loving sympathy is offered to Mother M. Philomena Doherty, whose beloved sister, Mother M. Veronica, died in Portland on the first of March, 1948.

M o t h c M. Veronica was one of the early pupils at Mary's Mount. She entered the Novitiate in May, 1896.

She spent some years in Osborne (Western Australia) and in Hamilton. T h e major part of her religious life was spent in Loreto Convent, Portland.

T h e following is an account from one who witnessed her holy death: Mother M. Veronica's last days were a foretaste of the reward Our Lord had in store for her.

For four long years she rarely missed "the wheel to Mass," and on the Monday before she died, although in a very weak and suffering condition, she wished to be wheeled to the chapel for Mass and Communion. This was her last visit to Our Lord.

She went to bed afterwards and was annointed that evening.

Mother M. Veronica was so happy to die, and was always smiling. It was a joy to go into her room.

All day and all night she prayed, and her beads were never out of her fingers, for the Rosary had been her much loved prayer.

Just a short time before she died, she asked Sister M. Germaine (who had been her devoted Infirmarian) if she had company. O n being told that the Nuns were kneeling around she said, " O h , that is right, because I am dying and I do not want you to be

alone;" then she added, "I shall die to-morrow."

That was Sunday, and during the night it was clear to all that the end was near, so the Nuns began the prayers for the dying. She was very peaceful.

Just about ten minutes before she died, the most wonderful look came over her face. Her eyes opened wide with such a joyous gaz,e that those around the bed stopped praying and held their breath while they looked at her. Then she closed her eyes, gave a happy little sigh and went to God.

M.M. D O S I T H E A FELKINS. There passed away recently, at Adelaide, one of the pioneer nuns, M.M. Dosithea Felkins. She entered the Order at Rathfarnum, Dublin, in 1887, and in 1888 voluntarily left her native land to do missionary work in Australia. W h e n Dr. Gibney asked for a Loreto foundation in W e s t Australia in 1901, M.M. Dosithea was one of the valiant band of nine nuns who set out for Osborne with M.M. de Sales.

There, M.M. Dosithea did valiant work. She was highly gifted and gained outstanding successes in the public examinations. Whatever work she was assigned she carried out with characteristic thoroughness and determination. Later, she was appointed Superior of Normanhurst. It was there that she was made aware of the disease which she endured for over thirty years with great resignation and without a complaint. Her bodily sufferings were crucifying, and her soul passed through the "dark night" of dereliction. W e like to think that, her Purgatory over, she was rejoicing with the Angels on May Day, for she passed away very peacefully on the 30th April. She had longed so much to go to Our Lord.

She had great devotion to the "Magnificat," that glorious prayer of Our Blessed Lady. " M y soul doth magnify the Lord and my spirit hath rejoiced in God my Saviour, for H e that is mighty hath done great things for me and holy is His Name."

M O T H E R M. LUIGI

McDONALD.

Mother M. Luigi died at Loreto Abbey, Mary's Mount, on 1st October, 1947.

She had long been a gentle, patient sufferer. Her longest missions were at Normanhurst, Sydney, and at Loreto Convent, Albert Park. Past pupils, and those who attended the meetings of the Ladies of Charity, have much reason to remember the cordial welcome that always awaited them from M.M. Luigi.

Cheerfulness was a marked characteristic of her life, and this spirit did not desert her during the last years of suffering. As the result of a stroke, her left side was paralysed, and she was confined to Page Seventy Three

L O R bed. She had the consolation of attending Mass and Benediction, to which she was taken in an invalid chair.

All who visited her found her a ready, interested, and sympathetic listener, and came away refreshed in spirit from that room that was a "power house" of prayer.

The end came slowly. The sister who cared for her noticed that she was growing weaker and, although there was little change from day to day, it was evident that she was dying. She was conscious until just before the end. She had the privilege of receiving the Last Blessing from His Lordship, the Most Reverend J. P. O'Collins, who had said Mass at Mary's Mount that morning.

Just before the Angelus rang at mid-day, Mother M. Luigi breathed her last. Loving sympathy goes to her sister, Mother M. Barbara, at Marryatville.

M O T H E R MARY GABRIEL K E N N Y , I.B.V.M. On the 20th May, 1948, Mother Mary Gabriel Kenny left this vale of tears to give an occount of her life, sixty years of which had been spent in the I.B.V.M. and nearly the whole of her life at Loreto, for she and her sister were among the first pupils at Mary's Mount.

ET O Many years of her religious life were spent at Dawson Street, where she was ever ready with a word of consolation and cheer for the sorrowladen and worried.

Until last December, Mother went about her daily duties, one of which was the distribution of hundreds of Messengers of the Sacred Heart, An nals and Madonna. This great apostolate she had carried for well nigh thirty years with unwearied fidelity.

During these years Mother Gabriel endeared herself to those with whom she came in contact, and all valued her few words of comfort in their trials.

For years, too, Mother conducted the Parish Children of Mary and gave kind and wise advice to those who sought it. Among the various Religious Orders are to be found to-day nuns whom Mother Gabriel encouraged when members of this Sodality During those years also, she was connected with the Past Pupils' Asociation, the members of which have shown their gratitude by having the Holy Sacrifice offered several times for the repose of her soul.

Mother Mary Gabriel's memory will live long in the hearts of her friends.

May her soul rest in peace.

Have pity upon every man, Lord, in that hour when he has finished his task and stands before Thee like a child whose hands are being examined.

— P A U L CLAUDEL.

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