Loreto 1955 Yearbook

School Annual of the LB.V.M. in Australia

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E D / T O R I A L Most of our friends have heard by now of the transference of the Novitiate from Mary's Mount to N ormanhurst — perhaps it would be more accurate to speak of the transference of the novices.

The change in location for their training has become necessary because of the steady increase, in recent years, of their numbers; and because there is no space at Marys Mount for further building, unless for school purposes.

In fact, a large neiv wing is being built there to serve the expanding needs of the boarding-school.

The Nuns of the Australian Province are trying to accustom themselves to the thought of Mary's Mount, without the whiteveiled novices.

Their energetic fervour and cheerful faces have graced the scene since the foundation of Mary's Mount iji 1875.

The convent at Normanhurst is to be the gainer; and everyone wishes well to the new venture, ivhere a brick building of three storeys, to accommodate forty novices, is being built, joined by a covered passage to the existing convent building.

Mother Provincial hopes to see the novices installed there early in 1956, but we know that the departure from Mary's Mount will cause her a feeling of loneliness.

We shall all feel as if we are saying good-bye to something hallowed and precious, when the old Mary's Mount novitiate is dismantled.

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CONTENTS EDITORIAL CATHOLIC LIFE EXHIBITION, with Pictures INDIAN LORETO AT T H E EXHIBITION GOLDEN JUBILEE OF LORETO, MARRYATVILLE

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PICTURES: LORETO, MARRYATVILLE SCHOOL VIGNETTES PICTURES CORPUS CHRISTI PROCESSION, NORMANHURST . . 21, PICTURES: MARY'S MOUNT THIS AUSTRALIA PICTURES: LORETO, DAWSON STREET SPRINGS OF HAPPINESS ..

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H O M E A T LAST. BY JOYCE

DUNPHY.

T H R E E POEMS. SCHOOL

CONTRIBUTIONS.

PICTURES: LORETO, PORTLAND PICTURES: LORETO, KIRRIBILLI SCENES I HAVE LOVED

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ST. ETHELREDA'S CHAPEL. (A P o e m by L y n d N a t h a n . ) MEMORIES OF THE VELD, BY VERA NATHAN. SCHOOL

CONTRIBUTIONS.

PICTURES: LORETO, NORMANHURST TRAVELLERS' TALES PICTURES: LORETO, CLAREMONT PLEASURES OF LITERATURE PICTURES: LORETO, NEDLANDS HOURS OF LEISURE PICTURES: LORETO, TOORAK THE HOME FRONT PICTURES: LORETO, BRISBANE AMONG OUR OLD GIRLS MY MISSIONARY BROTHER CARMEL

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HOPKINS, BY BRENDA HEAGNEY.

MESSAGE TO GIBRALTAR DONATIONS TO T H E MAGAZINE P I C T U R E : ST. MARY'S HALL

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PAUL CLAUDEL, BY JILL CONNOLLY

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L O R E T O

Catholic Life A play was acted here in Melbourne a few years ago for the Catholic lay people; it was called "No Mean City"". The title is all I know about it; of its story and meaning I am ignorant, but 1 think that at the moment it is a fitting name for the great archdiocese of Melbourne. The magnificent scenes which have been witnessed at the Exhibition Building for ten days are no mean achievement. The wonderful work shown by the ninety Orders and organizations of Catholic Life and the appreciation and. vital interest of the great crowds who visited this Exhibition, would be insurpassable in the world.

The object and aim of the great Exhibition was a highly spiritual one. Christ once said to the Jews who had closed their hearts to Him, "If you do not believe Me because of what I say, at least believe Me because of the works I perform." Vocations to the religious life are urgently needed, so all Religious Orders of Priests, Nuns and Brothers were invited to show their great works among the youth, the sick, the aged, the poor and the pagan, in a public exhibition. Tn this way it was made possible for thousands of Catholic young people of the State to observe, and for many consequently to be led to follow, the heroism and work of the Religious Orders.

From a purely observatory point of view the Exhibition was extremely well set out and architecturally I think it would be difficult to fault it.

Above the entrance door was a huge, white crucified figure of Christ — His Cross being the symbol and meaning of all Christianity. My first impression was the altar, which stood above the heads of the thronging crowds in front of me away in the distance, but visible from most vantage points of the Exhibition. It was a splendid altar — emphatically austere and simple in design. Receding from the altar was seating accommodation the size of a Cathedral, for the thousands who attended the daily ceremonies.

My attention was then attracted to a huge, lifelike figure of Jesus with His arms outstretched in Benediction as if to welcome His children. This figure stood on a great arch high above all else.

Beneath Christ, and symbolically elevated above the milling throngs, was the figure of a vested Priest, his hands joined to Christ's by streams of Grace.

These Graces flowed on down to a platform in the centre of the floor where revolving stands portrayed the administration of the seven Sacraments. There were now ninety more stands, all perfect in their original design, detail and message to be visited.

However, my excursion soon halted as on mv right very near the entrance was raised an outstanding and very familiar crest. Loreto Stand No. 17, to which we could and did point with pride, was one of the first attractions to visitors. T think our Stand would be highly commended for its modern simplicity in the portrayal of the Order'-- achieve-

Exhibition ments and for the refinement of its character and design. A beautiful figure of Mary Ward stood high on the background of the Stand and rotating towards her were two rows of midget figures representing the various stages in the life of a Loreto student.

Coloured films were shown all day portraying the activities of all Loreto schools in Australia. A colourful Indian section decorated with paintings and ornaments made by Indians educated by Loreto Sisters marked the end of the Loreto corner of the Exhibition.

A little f u r t h e r on the Marist Brothers occupied a long stand complete with sound track and movie screen. Their field of labour is vast. Five hundred of these brothers teach fifteen thousand boys. Among their schools is St. Joseph's College, Sydney, a public school and the biggest boys' boarding school in the southern hemisphere. Their parallel among the orders of teaching Nuns would be the Mercy Sisters who had a large and very descriptive stand complete with movie films. The extent of their educational work in Australia is indeed vast and most admirable.

They have over two hundred and fifty schools established throughout the country.

The Carmelite Stand was always the centre of great attraction. Tt was the first time the majority of people had come into contact with these eontemplatives and they showed themselves eager to converse with lay people and other religious at all times. Close by, the Sisters of the Little Company of Mary occupied a large open stand backed with photographs of all stages of their work among the sick. The Catholic Press, Immigration Office and Vocational Guidance Bureau all presented large and colourful stands in this vicinity. Another centre of attraction nearby was the Cistercian Stand: a contemplative Order and one very recently established in Australia. Great books of beautiful printing and illustration done by the monks were on display. Behind the scenes at this end of the Exhibition was a huge cafeteria. Many people were glad to avail themselves of this service as thousands remained at the building for whole days at a time.

At a less central position and at the right of the main altar a very small Chapel was erected where the Blessed Sacrament was visited by throngs of people — too many for its capacity. Here, too, Confessions were heard in all languages.

Upstairs, the Sacred Heart Missionary Fathers occupied a large area with their foreign exhibits and very interesting relics of a desperate past in the religious history of China. The Sisters of Charity provided such a wonderful exhibition that at most times when T approached it a long queue of people patiently awaited their turn to observe it. They were the first Nurses to set foot 011 Australian soil and had erected a most ornate and detailed description of their landing and work. 1 have mentioned

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O t h e r P i c t u r e s : T w o of t h e m a n y i m p r e s s i v e l y d e s i g n e d s t a n d s .

F o u r L i t t l e S i s t e r s of t h e P o o r f r o m Ceylon w h o h a v e finished t h e i r n o v i t i a t e in S y d n e y .

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Other P i c t u r e s : S t a n d of t h e S i s t e r s u s u a l l y called C a r a v a n S i s t e r s , f o u n d e d in T a s m a n i a in 1947.

L o r e t o S t a n d , s h o w i n g s t a t u e s of O u r L a d y a n d M a r y W a r d .

E a c h day d u r i n g t h e E x h i b i t i o n d i f f e r e n t c e r e m o n i e s took place. H e r e w e h a v e t h e b a p t i s m of a b a b y b y A i c h bishop Simonds.

T h e b a b y is t h e child of D r . a n d W i l m a T i e r n a n w h o is a p a s t p u p i l of L o r e t o , T o o r a k .

IN MELBOURNE, 1955

L O R E T O

The Exhibition closed after ten days and after having been witnessed by some two hundred and thirty-eight thousand visitors.

On Friday, June 17th, His Grace the Archbishop presided at the concluding ceremony and took part in the triumphant procession from the High Altar to the entrance doors. The procession was led by members of the Holy Name Society, followed by Bishops, Monsignori, Priests and Archbishop Mannix. It was followed by ranks of footsore but happy lay people who wended their way into the rainy streets with a new pride in their faith. Through the Exhibition Catholicism throws a challenge to the growing menace of the age. The strength and unity behind the Church lies in the work of its Priests, Nuns and Brothers who combat the evils of the day with humility in their lives, love for their great work, and an unfailing trust in their God.

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only very few of the exhibits and have described them all too inadequately. In addition to these few were the S.V.D. Fathers. The Little Sisters of the Poor, The Dominicans, The Franciscans and countless others, all equally beautiful and successful in the portrayal of their work.

The Catholic Life Exhibition was more than a landmark in Catholic History which has always been tempered by generosity and heroism as well a a adversity. It was the consummation of the achievement of the Catholics in Australia to do what is done nowhere else in the world. That is the education of their children completely unaided by the government of the country. The Catholic people faced the extra burdens of taxation and expense thus incurred and their retaliation to this injustice is to be seen in their co-operation with the religious who came to their aid in organizing a highly efficient education system.

JUDY HILL (Matriculation), Toorak.

INDIAN LORETO AT THE EXHIBITION our pupils there. Particularly interesting were the photos of the Daughters of St. Anne, the Congregation of Native Nuns which was inaugurated by the Institute.

The Catholic Life Exhibition was not able to offer a room for the interesting exhibits from India, but prominence was given to as many as possible in the limited space available. The visitors to the Exhibition were interested in the Mission Section, and more than one past pupil of Loreto in India made herself known and was delighted to scan the photographs of her old school. We are all grateful to the nuns from India for their generous contributions to the Exhibition.

— N., Melbourne.

In November. 1954, we had the pleasure of welcoming two members of the I.B.V.M. from India.

Mother M. Joan and Mother M. Columcille. They came to Australia, their homeland, for a short holiday after nearly thirty years in India. We enjoyed their company till the end of March this year, when they returned, one to Calcutta and the other to Asansol. Their holiday in Australia was a happy time by reunion with their own peoples, and a happy time for Australian members of the Institute.

Hearing of the Exhibition of Catholic Life to be held in Melbourne in June, 1955, Mother M. Joan and Mother M. Columcille brought with them most interesting exhibits. In January, 1953, a Catholic Exhibition had been held in Calcutta.

Loreto in India had a large room in which to display its work, and most of the contents of this Exhibit came to Australia, incidentally increasing luggage problems. There was an artistic frieze, showing the crest of the Institute, and very large charts showing Our Lord and Our Blessed Lady surrounded by adults and children, all painted specially for the Exhibition by a member of the Institute in India. A map of India illustrated by means of tiny snapshots, the variety of nationalities from different parts of India, all studying at Loreto Training College, Calcutta. Bealistic models of houses, and plaster figures depicted customs and costumes one would meet in an Indian village, such as Moropai where our nuns have a home.

MARY The t h r e e wise kings came f r o m a f a r Led by a shining angel's star, They came to a stable quiet and dim And kneeling down they worshipped Him. And Mary looked and saw their gifts, M y r r h and gold and frankincense, But Mary looked and f u r t h e r saw T h r e e a w k w a r d s h e p h e r d s at the door Her gentle smile made place for t h e m And they too came and worshipped Him. And Mary looked and f u r t h e r saw Our w e a r y world stood at the door, And still her smile was gentle, sweet, And we too knelt at the Christ Child's feet.

The progress in modes of transport from the days when the pioneer nuns were carried in a litter through the jungle, to the fast moving aeroplane of to-dav was cleverly sketched bv one of the Indian students. The nuns brought with them also hundreds of photos showing our Convents in India, and

CARMEN CALLIL (Leaving).

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Golden Jubilee of Marryatville LORETO'S HISTORY GOES BACK TO ELIZABETHAN The celebration of a 50th anniversary marks an important milestone in the progress of any group or institution in this young country. In the case of Loreto Convent, in Adelaide, which is at present celebrating the end of its first half-century of existence, that milestone is one on a journey that began in England in the reign of Elizabeth I. The foundress of the Institute of the Blessed Virgin Mary, to which Loreto Convents belong, was a young Englishwoman of noble birth, named Mary Ward, whose family traced its descent from the "Gilded Knights" of the reign of William the Conqueror.

Born in 1585 Mary Ward grew up in the days of the penal laws against Catholics who refused to take the Oath of Supremacy- Member of one of the great Catholic families determined to preserve their faith at all costs, Marv Ward at an early age realised a vocation for the religious life. This meant that she must leave her home, her family and her country for a strange land.

She was only 20 when she left England to join a Religious order in Catholic Flanders. That was the first step in a long journey, beset with many vicissitudes and tragedies, but which led eventually to the foundation of the first Active Order in the Catholic Church as apart from the Enclosed Orders, with education as its main objective and named the Institute of the Blessed Virgin Mary.

Many biographies of Mary Ward have been written in many languages. It is a fascinating story, not only for those of her own faith. Apart from its historical background, of life in England and on the Continent in those days, it is the story of a woman who could have had few peers in her own or any other time.

To bring that story up to the present time, Adelaide's Loreto is one of more than 200 Convents throughout the world which are branches of the I.B.V.M.

TIMES

It was Mother Gonzaga Barry, who had come from Rathfarnham in 1875 to found the first Loreto Convent in Australia, Mary's Mount, at Ballarat in Victoria, who came to Adelaide in 1905, at the invitation of Archbishop O'Reilly, to open a Loreto foundation here.

It was her belief that "the mission of teachers is high and holy and to fulfil it rightly the best gifts thoroughly cultivated are not too great."* Alert always to new ideas in education her life as an educator was concerned with an elemental need — the building up of happy homes.

More than 50 years ago Mother Gonzaga Barry drew up a plan for what she considered would be an ideal "University for Women", which would range from infant school to University and would embrace both intellectual and domestic education.

"If we would have a nation of wise women and brave men", she said, "we must first look to the mother, who will have to lay the foundation, in the young mind, of wisdom and valor". Wise words.

IN ADELAIDE

To return to Adelaide, Loreto Convent began its own history in a house in Sydenham Road, Norwood, "in a sad state of disrepair", minus all conveniences and equipment.

The school opened with five children. In 1907 it moved to a new property on the Parade. As the numbers grew accommodation became severely taxed.

It was not until December, 1921, when, on the death of Sir Edwin Smith, his fine home, with spacious grounds, in Marryatville, was put up for sale, that the Nuns found the house of their dreams and found the means to purchase it.

Since then two new modern wings have been added and Loreto to-day is equal to the demands entailed by the present roll-call of 365 pupils, boarders and day scholars.

Loreto Convents have been fortunate in the calibre of the Religious who have carried on there the traditions and ideals of Mary Ward, translated to the needs of modern life.

MOTHER HOUSE

The name, Loreto, dates back to the establishment of the first branch house in Ireland, Loreto Abbey, in Rathfarnham, which is the mother house of Loreto Convents in Australia, all of which were opened by Nuns from Rathfarnham.

(Copied from the "Advertiser", a secular daily.)

GARDEN PARTY TO CELEBRATE GOLDEN Although it was a wintry day, the sun shone brilliantly when His Grace, Archbishop Beovich. arrived at the Garden Party, where he was received by the Mother Superior and the Community, followed by the President of the Old Scholars' Association (Helen Cox), the President of the Mothers' Club (Mrs. O. Atkinson), and the President of the Fathers' Club (Mr. George Siebert). The Rev. T.

JUBILEE

Costelloe, S.J., delivered a short address, followed

by Mr. Acting Justice Hannan who gave a brief resume of the history of the Adelaide Loreto during the past 50 years.

The Archbishop then commended the Nuns and supporters of Loreto throughout the State for the excellent work done in a short space of 50 years.

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L O R E T O He also spoke highly of those parents who had given their daughters to the Convent.

More than 600 people in leisurely fashion strolled about the beautiful Convent grounds; and the occasion was highlighted by the presence of Mother Brigid Jones (now in Toorak) who taught for 23 successive years at Loreto in Adelaide, and of Mother Anthony Walsh (of Kirribilli) who had taught with her for more than 15 years. Both had returned especially for the few days of the Jubilee.

In his speech, Mr. Justice Hannan outlined the story of the foundation and growth of Loreto in Adelaide. On January 14, 1905, Mother M. Gonzaga Barry, M.M. Boniface, M.M. Bertrand and M.M. Antonia arrived in Adelaide. They stayed with the Sisters of Mercy, Angas Street, for a fortnight. M.M. Gonzaga's letters were full of gratitude to them and to the Sisters of the Little Company of Mary at Calvary Hospital, and to the Sisters of St. Joseph.

Indeed, the Loreto Nuns had been urged to come

by Mother Mary of Cross (McKillop), the holy fovindress of the Sisters of St. Joseph. A special bond of friendship united her with Mother Gonzaga who used to say: "I looked on Mother Mary as a saint, and

I hope she will be the first Australian saint to be canonized."

The first house occupied by Loreto was in Sydenham Road, Norwood, where the first Mass was celebrated on a tiny temporary altar which Father John Ryan, S.J., had sent along. On the previous day the original group had been joined by M.M. Borgia Kirby and M.M. Ursula Lyons. Later, in February, M.M. Elizabeth Forbes and Sister Elizabeth Whelan had come from W.A. M.M. Boniface was the Superior, and they opened school with five pupils. In 1906, Margaret Spain (now Mrs. Little) was admitted as the first boarder. Mr. Peter Gray, of Norwood, was a foundation student, and two of his children are now Loreto Nuns. In 1921 they bought the present house "The Accacias", the home of Sir Edwin Smith. Superiors during that time were: Mothers Emilian, Philomena, Paul and Aloysius Leeson.

MY CHILDHOOD IN FRANCE

where my parents owned a house. Unfortunately, the Germans saw fit to blow it to pieces, as it was facing the beach. We were given a month's notice to evacuate. One night after school, my brother and I went chasing butterflies in a mined field. The whole school soon knew about it and was searching for us. I might add that it was a German officer who drove us back home. We escaped death very narrowly. Another time at twilight a German battleship anchored a mile away from the beach. We were on roller skates in the street when American "planes passed over us. We were so frightened that we threw ourselves on the ground and crawled to the beach. In a few minutes the German warship was ablaze, and when Daddy arrived with his binoculars, we could see the unfortunate sailors jumping into the sea. It was a terrible sight, and the next day all the bodies, which the tide had washed up, lay on the beach, covered with sand.

But life was not always so tragic. I remember the lovely holidays we had when, during the three summer months, we visited many lovely countries.

Now we are finally settled in Australia.

Great progress was made throughout the years, the present Superior, Mother Mercedes, having succeeded M.M. Dorothea Riley.

(Excerpts f r o m the "Southern Cross", the Catholic weekly j o u r n a l of South Australia.—April 29, 1955.)

Sixteen years ago, 1 was born in a very sad France, the year World War II began. My parents, my little brother and I lived in Paris, in a building containing about forty flats. Rue du Bac, famous for its Chapel where Our Lady appeared to Catherine Laboure, was close by, and our parish was Saint Sulpice. When I was six, I was sent to school. It was a private school with Catholic secular teachers, as there are no teaching Nuns in France. I made my First Holy Communion there and from then on I was allowed to go to Mass with the grown-ups.

In France it is common for most housewives to have maids to do their work. Daddy always promised to write a book about Mummy and her maids. They were often in conflict, and as it was difficult to find a good person, we ended up by having a new maid every month. At one stage we had a good woman who always spoke in the very respectful third person: "Madame veut ceci, Monsieur veut cela?" But still she would not allow Mummy in the kitchen while she was there. She washed the baby's clothes. They were not always washed as Mummy wished, so one Sunday night, when the maid was not home, Mummy decided to boil the clothes. She went to the pictures that night and when she came back she forgot to switch off" the stove. Early next morning a dreadful smell woke us up. The clothes had been burnt. Towards nine o'clock the maid arrived and seeing this, she was so angry that she left us on the spot.

ETIENNETTE DUPUY (16), Marryatville.

SCIENCE!

Marie Jones tells us that molecules of oxygen are diatonic.

"Is your heart in your music, Marie?"

Pauline Brazel: "Carbon-dioxide is mixed with oxygen for suffocating patients in Hospital."— Pauline, dear!

During the war we left Paris and lived for two years on the Atlantic coast in the Sable d'Olonne, 10

LORETO CONVENT, MARRY AT VILLE, S.A.

PREFECTS B a c k R o w : F. S h a n a h a n , M. J o n e s , M. S y k e s , C. M c A u l e y , A. P i c k .

S e c o n d R o w : P . Clota, B. D o b s o n , M. H o n n e r ( H e a d of t h e S c h o o l ) , A. I s e n s t e i n , E. M o l o n y .

F r o n t : F. K i l d e a , R . K e n n y .

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R o w : F . K i l d e a , R. K e n n y , H . S m i t h , A. I s e n s t e i n , E. M o l o n y , M. S y k e s , M. W o o d s , A. P i c k , C. M c A u l e y , P. Clota.

S e c o n d R o w : B. K e n n e d y , J . M e l d r u m , J. H e g g i e , J . M u l q u e e n , H. Goyder.

F r o n t R o w : B. D o b s o n , M. H o n n e r , M. J o n e s , E . D u p u y , M. H a n n a n .

INTERMEDIATE CLASS B a c k R o w : G. P i c k , H . P i c k , J . S h a n a h a n , J . S y k e s , J. A r e n d , A. K o e r n e r , A. L a w r i e , I. L a i n g , C. A l t s c h w a g e r .

T h i r d R o w : A. P o w e r , A. M c E w e n , J. M c l n n e s , M. Reilly, M. B e e r w o r t h , C. M a h e r , C. H a r r i s , W . J o n e s , P. S h a n a h a n .

S e c o n d R o w : J . T y l e r , J . S t o t t , J . M c l n n e s , J. P h e l a n , D. O ' L o g h l i n , T . J u n g f e r , A. H a l l o r a n , J . E n g l i s h .

F r o n t R o w : J . G l e e s o n , M. N a u l t y , H . M c C a r t h y , P. B r a z e l , M. Moriarty.

A b s e n t : J. B r a d y , N. H o g a n .

The Editor hopes to be forgiven for omitting the interesting account of the Sports. Although in print, it disappeared f r o m her table. Woe! Woe!

LORETO

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T h i r d R o w : D. M i l a k n i s , H . D o h e r t y , J . F i s h e r , R. G r e e n , S. M c E w e n , W . S p r i n g b e t t , S. P a r i s h , S. Scantlebury, A. K e n n a r e , R . I s e n s t e i n .

Second R o w : B. K e n n e d y , K. O ' C o n n o r , J. A r m s t r o n g , J. J a m e s , B. B r o w n , M. G u l l o t t a , M. P r i t c h a r d , M. H a r b i s o n , A. K e l l y .

F r o n t R o w : P . P r i d h a m , H . M c D o n n e l l , A. A n g o v e , H .

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Row: W . A. G u n s o n , Y. C h e n e , G. T r e l o a r , J. M c A n a n e y , A. M. W a l s h , J . M a r t i n , E . W o o d s , M. Bennett.

F o u r t h R o w : L. Moore, E. Doyle, F. Weir, P. Michalanney, V. T u r s k y , H . J o s e p h , J . G l y n n , O. T u r s k y , R. D o r a n .

T h i r d R o w : E . B a r n e t t , S. P o w e r , R. M o o r e , J. L a w t o n , L. H a n n a , A. B u r l e y , L. F i e l d e r , L. R e c h , A. B a n k s , A. M c l n e r n e y .

S e c o n d R o w : E . W e b b . J . B r o o k s , B . T a n n e r , M. C o n n e l l , J . G r e e n , M. S h a n a h a n , V. W a l s h e , B. D o r i a n .

F r o n t R o w : P. Vail, E. Culshaw, P. L o n e r g a n , N. Cunningh a m , M. S t r a t m a n , D. H e n d e r s o n .

A b s e n t : R. K e a t s , V . C l a n c h y .

GRADES III & IV. (Captions for Page 14—Top.) F r o n t R o w : S. B y r n e , H . C a m p b e l l , E . P e r d e l w i t z , J. F r i e d , A. D u p u y , M. B r a z z a l e , C. W h i t f o r d , L. J o n e s , E. Doherty.

S e c o n d R o w : S. S p r i n g b e t t , C. S m i t h , S. S m i t h , M. T .

D u p u y , R. T y l e r , M. S i e b e r t , P . R y a n , A. G r a y , K. H a k e n d o r f , S. C a s h m e r e , E. M a t i u k a s .

T h i r d R o w : C. S h a n n o n , M. M u r r a y , M. M c C l u r e , P . L a n e , J . J o h n s o n , K. M o o r e , P . M a d i g a n , P. T u r n b u l l , D. W e b b , F O ' L o g h l i n , P. M o r c o m , C. K i l e y .

F o u r t h R o w : S. P r i n c e , Y. B u c k l e y , R. C a p p e l l u t i , M. Dalle N o g a r e , S. W a r d , G. S o w d e n , S. K e n n y , V .

A n g o v e , C. M c D o n a l d , C. S h e a , M. K i n g .

B a c k R o w : T . J o r d a n , M. B e a c h , B . M e a d , J . P r o p e r j o h n , N B u r d e n , A. B a u l d e r s t o n e , P . G l u y a s , K. A n t a l f f y , D. V i l i u n a s , B. M c l n n e s .

A b s e n t : J. H a m i l t o n .

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GRADE VII (Top).

B a c k R o w : F . U p t o n , J . H a y e s , M. M o r i a r t y , S. M i l a k n i s , S. P i e r c e , E . B e e r w o r t h , C. M a t t h e w s , M. E d w a r d s , R . H a k e n d o r f , M. B a u l d e r s t o n e .

T h i r d R o w : J . B u r k e , M. Doyle, C. D a l g l e i s h , A. D u p u y , M. J o l l e y , H . S h a n n o n , R . G l y n n , D. R o f e , G. F i t z g e r a l d , M. M a c k i e - S m i t h .

Second R o w : J . C a s h m o r e , M. D o h e r t y , R. H i g g i n s , C. M u r p h y , E. R \ c h a r d s , B. P r e s c o t t , B. W o o d , A. U b a l d i , M . S t o t t .

F r o n t R o w : H . K e n n e d y , P . R i c h a r d s , S. T u n b r i d g e , A. M c C a r t h y , J . T h y e r .

A b s e n t : M. C l a n c h y .

GRADES V and VI. Back

R o w : E . V i d o v i c , C. C o n n o l l y , C. W a l s h , P. S t a c e y , J . B r i t t e n - J o n e s , S. S m i t h , S. H a m i l t o n , I . G l a s s , M. G l y n n , J . M c C l u r e , A. S e x t o n , A. S i e b e r t .

T h i r d R o w : Y. B a z z i c a , E . O ' B r i e n , M. T e x l e r , J . E d w a r d s , C. R y d e r , C. A b b o t t , S t o c k , R. H a l l , A. G r i g u o l , K . P r e s c o t t , Y. S p e n c e r , P. B a r n e t t , P . M a y n a r d , P. M c L a u g h l i n , B . B a r t e l s .

S e c o n d R o w : H . N a u l t y , H . N o l a n , M. G o r d o n , J . D o r a n , M. M a d i g a n , J . D o r i a n , D. C r o t t i , P . B r o w n , A. M o r c o m , A. M c C u s k e r , J . B r o w n , C. S u l l i v a n , M. R o l l i s o n , S. D o h e r t y , P . U p t o n .

F r o n t R o w : A. G o y d e r , A. R i c h e s , M. J o h n s o n , P . Reilly, B. Quinlan, M. F o r s y t h , C. K i n g , P . F r i e d , J . M o n k s , R. E d w e l l , R. R i c h a r d s , A. R e g a n .

A b s e n t : M. M o N a m a r a , C. M c E w e n , M. M u e l l e r , L. C l a n c h y .

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PREP. I & II — Boys (Iviiuuie iluw) F r o n t R o w : A. B a i l e y , P. R i c h e s , P. M a n s f i e l d , P . B l e n c o w e , D. C a m p b e l l , O. D u p u y , M. R i c h a r d s , P . Rofe.

2 n d R o w : P . B e h r e n s , A. V o n N i e d e r m u l l e r , J . S p r i n g b e t t , B. D o h e r t y , D . K i n g , D. C o r n w a l l , J . R o l l i s o n , J . W o o d s , O . W a l s h , S. W a r d , E. M u l h e a r n .

T h i r d R o w : G. W a l s h , J . Scollin, J . R e i d , M. A r m i t a g e , R. G o r d o n T . A n d e r s o n , B. A t k i n s o n , B. M o o r e , B. W i n c h e s t e r , P. B i r d .

A b s e n t : P. M c D o n a l d , C. Coles, D. C a s h m o r e , J . W h i t f o r d , M. F r i e d , M. A b b s , J . S c r o o p .

PREP. I & II — Girls (Below) F r o n t R o w : G. W i n c h e s t e r , K. J o s e p h , J . R y a n , G. B o y l a n , C. J o r d a n , C. M c C a r t h y , P. D o h e r t y , J . H o n n e r , C. H a m l i n , M. T. F o u n t a i n .

S e c o n d R o w : I . H u s s i n , H . C a s h m o r e , J . O ' L o g h l i n , M. J o n e s , E . B e a c h , M. B r a d y , S. S t o c k , V . B u r d e n , L. M a r t i n , J . B r o w n , M. H a k e n d o r f .

T h i r d R o w : J . S i n c l a i r , S. K e l l y , M. R e g a n , G. N a u l t y , D . J o h n s o n , E. S c h u m a n n , S. H o l d c r o f t , F. M i n a r e l l i , S. K e e l e y , E. O ' C o n n o r .

F o u r t h R o w S. P e r d e l w i t z , A. P a c k h a m , R . H o c k i n g , L. R o d g i h i e r o , E. T o l l a d a y , E . M a d i g a n , J . P r o p e r j o h n , R. H e y s e n , A. P a r t r i d g e , B. M u r r a y , A. Reilly, A. L a f f a n .

B a c k R o w : P. N e a g l e , P. J o h n s o n , A. K e l l y , M. P i e r c e , L. de G i u s t s , S. Dalziel, J. W a l s h .

A b s e n t : P. S h e r i d a n , S. D i t t y , M. J o s i a k , M. J o s e p h , D. S t e v e n s , G. B r e w , L. M a r s h a l l , S. J a m e s .

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DIARY ,

JANUARY — JULY, 1955 29th.—We acquire a b e a u t i f u l Radiogram presented to the Nuns by our mothers for a Jubilee Souvenir.

We christened it with " H a m l e t " records.

JANUARY: J e n n i f e r Elliott wins the Tennyson Medal for Honours English; Anne Robertson secures second place in Leaving History. We b r e a k our tradition of ignoring results, and resolve to hitch our wagons to these "stars".

FEBRUARY: 8th.—We return, and r e g r e t f u l l y find M.M. Benignus, M.M. de Chantal and S.M. Roch gone West and North-East, and welcome M.M. Aquin, M.M. Reparatrice, S.M. Imelda and S.M. Finbar to Marryatville, and M.M. Pauline as Mistress of Schools. Leavings delighted to be "alone" and upstairs. The u n d e r g r o u n d is gay and " a r t y " with new lights and vivid table tops.

We welcome Miss Dolling and Mr. Govenlock to Latin and Singing Classes.

16tb — Sports Captains — Ward: M. Sykes, C. McAuley; McGrath: A. Pick, E. Molony; B a r r y : T. Jungfer, F. Kildea; Mulhall: M. Jones, A. Halloran . . .

17th.—Film t a k e n for Melbourne Exhibition. When told to "look n a t u r a l and s t u d y " Leavings couldn't.

"No wonder", commented their class Nun. 1,8th.—Film of David Copperfield. We had tears — and shed them.

27th.—Two new Tennis Courts built by our fathers, officially opened by Reverend T. Costelloe, S.J. Crowds attended exhibition matches by B. Phillips-Moore, G. Kerr, J. Schultz and J. Mehaffey. T h a n k s are also due to benefactors, chair carriers and mound levellers.

28th.—Mr. B. Rofe's talk on Christianity and Democracy left us subdued, scared and resolute.

MARCH: 17th.—St. Patrick's Day — in the morning, to the Cathedral and then disperse. The t h i r t y boarders left in had a grand time at Glenelg. At night, while the boarders amused the Nuns and children with play, dance and song. Leaving Day Scholars were at Sir John Shepherd's lecture, "Oedipus to Lear". He shook hands with them later.

25th.—Dazzled by the broad blues of M. Sykes, C. McAuley, M. Jones, A. Power, P. Shanahan, M. Hannan, E. Dupuy, M. Woods, H. Smith and A. Isenstein.

APRIL: 5th.—Prefects: M. H o n n e r (Head), A. Pick, C. McCauley, M. Sykes, M. Jones, P. S h a n a h a n , E. Molony, B. Dobson, P. Clota, R. Kenny, A. Isenstein, F. Kildea.

Congratulations to t h e m and to K a t h Crispe who is entering at Easter.

15th.—Special choir practised for Jubilee Benediction, m a d e and played back tape recordings — then had e x t r a practices.

17th.—Jubilee G a r d e n P a r t y . Old Scholars send us delicious sweets.

21st.—Jubilee D e b u t a n t e s — all eighteen came — a particularly lovely set. We said goodbye to A n n Robertson — off to Sydney to live.

29th.—Leavings begin terminal clean-up of underground shoe-room. Y o u t h f u l and virile, emerge later white-haired and worn.

3 0 t h — J u b i l e e Sports Day. Record weather, e x t r a special p r o g r a m m e s .

MAY: 4th.—We loved Fr. F l a n a g a n of Boys' Town.

24th.—Back to school again. Miss A n n e t t e and her "gentle ways" Find mysterious tables, p l a t f o r m s and steps scattered t h r o u g h o u t the school. Discover they are the tiered seating accommodation for all f u t u r e functions — will be first used for Carmel H a k e n d o r f ' s Concert at end of July.

26th.—Mission Fete. Record proceeds.

31st.—Continuous Rosary in the Chapel.

JUNE: 1st.—We r e t r e a t with F a t h e r James, C.P. We were impressed by F a t h e r ' s sincerity, zeal and witty stories.

Many resolved to "fill those shoes".

19th.—Twenty-one First Holy Communicants — the Chapel and little ones especially beautiful. F a t h e r Bardon's sermon touched us all.

30th.—We attend S y m p h o n y Concert in the morning — in a double-decker, and r e t u r n to "This Big City". God Bless the Pope . . . and M.M. Pauline.

MARCH

? TIME 3rd.—Basketball m a t c h against Loreto Nedlands who d e p a r t e d vanquished.

4th.—Leavings pitted wits against St. Louis boys in debate, "Is Modern Youth Worthy of its H e r i t a g e ? " We won.

10th.—Basketball match against St. Joseph's, Fremantle. Our A t e a m won, the B's lost.

15th.—Father Wilkins f r o m Xavier, gave talk to the Sodality of Our Lady.

24th.—Another victory for us in basketball m a t c h against Iona.

1954 JUNE: 1st.—Second Term began.

10th.—Wendy Nash gave excellent recital at school, before going abroad.

23rd.—Mulberry trees pulled down, amid wails and moans f r o m boarders, to p r e p a r e for new classrooms, which now stand on this much loved spot.

JULY: 2nd.—Many " c h a p e a u x bizarres" at the Mad Hatters' Ball.

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L O R E T O 23rd.—Voted for Sports Captains. Congratulations to Valmae Dodd, Sarah C u r r a n , Leonie Peterson and Mary O'Hara.

All wilted in record heat wave.

28th.—Senior School w e n t to see and hear Viennese Boys' Choir. Their singing r a t h e r abashed our up-andcoming prima donnas!

AUGUST: 21st.—Sports Day. Despite f e r v e n t prayers, rain poured down, d a m p e n i n g more t h a n our spirits!

22nd.—Consecration of new Children of Mary.

SEPTEMBER: 24th.—Sweets for the fete were made, besides a great deal of chaos, in the homes of some of t h e Leavings' parents who heroically offered their kitchens.

25th.—The fete, and square dancing by the seniors, was a big success.

OCTOBER: 3rd.—Members of the Sodality of Our Lady visited the Little Sisters of the Poor and cheered the inmates with gay e n t e r t a i n m e n t .

10th.—Sub-Leavings debated with St. Louis — "The United Nations' Organization is w o r t h y of our continued s u p p o r t " . St. Louis won.

31st.—Schools and f a i t h f u l congregated at Aquinas to celebrate the Feast of Christ the King.

NOVEMBER: 14th.—Sodality m e m b e r s visited the children of St. Joseph's O r p h a n a g e and again entertained.

27th.—Tennis Exhibition at Subiaco Oval — Sedgman, McGregor, Gonzales and Segura.

28th.—Junior School Marian Afternoon.

DECEMBER: 6th.—Marian Play, "Our Lady's Roses", was acted

by Sub-Leavings and supported by the whole Senior School, at b r e a k - u p Concert.

1955 FEBRUARY: 7th.—Two m a j o r events — r e t u r n to school and record floods.

14th.—Routine slightly relieved by blackout, supper by candlelight.

MARCH: 9th.—Prefects chosen. Head girl, Leonie Peterson.

Prefects: S a r a h Curran, Elizabeth Bartlett, Gil Roberts, Valmae Dodd, Marcia Dwyer, Peggy Jones, Helen Boylson, Josie D u n p h y and M a r g a r e t Walsh.

10th.—Many aspiring "starlets" revealed d u r i n g technicolour movie photos of school (and us!).

17th.—St. Patrick's Day. Everyone sincerely t h a n k e d St. P a t r i c k for a holiday. Mass at Subiaco Oval was followed by a r e f r e s h i n g swim at North Cottesloe.

20th.—St. Patrick's Public Concert at His Majesty's.

Loreto "Osborne" proudly presented Play, "Our Lady of Guadaloupe".

27th.—Tennis teams r e t u r n e d home victorious f r o m school tennis championships, bearing both Mursell Shield and H e r b e r t E d w a r d s Cup. Congratulations to both teams!

APRIL: 19th.—Leavings and Subs, visit the Art Gallery to see t h e Blake Prize Exhibition. Fr. Challis explained and " d e f e n d e d " Modern Art w h e r e necessary.

MAY: 3rd.—Procession, Coronation of Our Lady, Radio Play.

5th.—First T e r m over!

JUNE: 2nd.—Whole school, except the long suffering Leavings and J u n i o r Publics, went to film, "The Secret Conclave", the life story of Pope Pius X. MAUREEN BUTLER, MARY O'HARA, Sub-Leaving (1955), Claremont.

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OUR DAY Half past six begins our day, And off to Mass with p r a y e r s to say.

At eight (we're r a r e l y ever late), We're busy o'er our b r e a k f a s t plate.

And then, provided weather's fine We file out in a wriggly line, Till the bell at ten to nine.

At nine o'clock we set to work, And well we k n o w we m u s t n ' t shirk.

Then it's twelve, and time to dine, And out to play in gay sunshine.

The afternoon's for working well, Till the sound of "break-off" bell.

Then off to take a snack we go, And out to play till, d r e a d f u l woe!

Off to study we must go.

And by t h a t time we're starved again.

So off to tea at seven, and then Some m e r r y fun, some p r a y e r s to say, And that's the end of a happy day.

JACQUELINE BIDDLES

WEST

I'll give my due to "you, other States" For the beauties that you possess, But in the climate of "us all", None can beat the West.

We also h a v e our lovely " S w a n " — The Yarra's not a match — We do not freeze as in Ballarat, Our S u m m e r is no "catch".

We cannot serve up M u r r a y cod, So that is your a d v a n t a g e That you have over us, I guess; But, we've New Norcia vintage.

We don't possess the Mountain Blue, We don't possess the snow, We don't possess the Sydney Bridge, But the things, we do, you know.

(Form III), Claremont.

JUDITH HARTIGAN ( F o r m III), Claremont.

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A GREAT OCCASION May 22nd was a great day for Loreto Brisbane, as it fulfilled our hopes and expectations of the past eighteen months. If you, perhaps, have not much to do with us, you may not realize the cause of our excitement. It was the opening day of our beautiful new school building, which Archbishop Duhig came to bless.

For months we had watched it grow — from the very day Mother Superior put medals into the

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foundations when the first cement was laid. As it grew we became used to the sounds, which were unfamiliar at first, of the drills, hammers, cranes and above all — the singing. This singing used to vary from to-day's ""hit'" tunes to hymns. And now, although we miss tliese friendly noises, we have in their place our building which we already love.

IN TEN Y ""The Climate of India, children is mostly . . .

My eyes gaze from the teacher to Kay Barry, the "Brains" of the Class. I can see Kay in ten years" time on the Radio advertising "Jane Engel High Fashion Garment of World Class. Go in to-day to get the cheap bargains on sale now.

My eyes then pass from Kay to Suellen Rushbrook, who is on the front page of the Women's Monthly with a smile on her face advertising MacNabs" Toothpaste. Then I pass on to Christine Cleary whom 1 see in ten years walking on to the tennis court with eight racquets under her arm and a towel around her neck, preparing to play the Ladies' Tennis Finals. Of course, she wins and is presented with a Cup and there is a crowd of people clamouring for her autograph. My eye lights next to Monica Hitzke, a ballet teacher. She could not make a ballerina; her ambition was good, ber ability was very good, but alas, sbe is half an inch too tall.

Our Lady gave us a lovely day, and at half past three, His Grace Dr. Duhig arrived, driving through a guard of honour which we had formed.

A big crowd of parents and friends of the children and the Nuns had arrived and assembled in front of the verandah from which the speeches were to be given.

When the rooms had been blessed, including our two beautiful classrooms, and library, His Grace

IETO, CAVENDISH ROAD, BRISBANE

went to the verandah and gave us a very interesting speech. He spoke about our great foundress, Mary Ward, and her influence on modern educational Orders. Father Johnston, S.J., made a very wittv appeal for funds which met with a great response from the people present.

ELIZABETH NOWOTNY (15).

Brisbane.

RS' TIME Diana Redmond is to be seen gliding gracefully around the skating rink at Switzerland with her partner, Bert Colosskvzi from the C.B.S. Association. . . . Margaret Crawford is standing in front of an unruly class. She bangs her ruler down and silence reigns!

Seated in a large cushioned chair is Carolyn Kerlin married to a millionaire with every wish at her command . . . The visit of the leading jazz singer, Helen Sumner! A very well marked day for Australia when she once again sets foot on her native land. . . . Kay Noud breeding prize bulldogs, running around the ring showing off one of her thoroughbreds. . . . Marilyn Fogartv modelling Paris's latest shoes. (Large feet is what they need, of course, so that they can see the shoes!) and then there is . . . .

PATRICIA SIMMONDS (13), Brisbane.

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ANXIETY AMONG THE SPECTATORS

THE MARCH PAST

We pick up the threads of last year's sports diary in July when the Basketball season was in full swing. Mary Dwyer — Sports Captain and Captain of St. Michael's (Green), Mary Pannell, Captain of St. Francis Xavier's (Red), and Coralie Mackie, Captain of St. Anne's (Gold), having been elected earlier in first term were then busily engaged in the difficult task of picking and supervising teams for Inter-House matches. Even though we did not shine in Inter-School matches, the games which we played against Osborne were as in previous years, perfect "social" afternoons.

Combined with Basketball activities the girls had to practise vigorously for Sports Day, held on the first Saturday in third term. All too soon the School Championship and Flat Races had to be run — this year at Nedlands Oval, because the newly renovated running track was not ready for use. Mary Pannell won the Championship — no wonder! Such grace as well as speed could not be out-done. Runner-up was a surprise — Glenys Angell of Form III. Congratulations, Glenvs — great things are expected for next year.

giving their decision while we awaited anxiously.

The result showed that St. Michael's won.

Prize-giving by our much esteemed and devoted Parish Priest, Rt. Rev. Monsignor E. Moss. As the prizes for individual races were distributed excitement was reaching fever point. Who would win the Cup for the Combined Events of the Sports Activities of the year? The answer was St. Anne's.

Congratulations, Coralie! Mary 'Dwver carried off the Basketball Cup for St. Michael's.

Later in the Term the School Tennis Championships were played. School Champion — Barbara Allen. Doubles Champions were Jill Clune and Cecile Daly Smith.

Not to be outdone by the Seniors, Forms I and II gave a very good exhibition of tennis stars in the making. Their work was supervised by our coach, Mr. Stan Edwards. He presented a splendid racquet to the girl who kept up the longest rally.

It was won by Angela Colbert! Well done, Angela!

1955 Sports Captains were elected soon after the re-opening of school. Elizabeth Foley — Sports Captain; Valerie Guthrie, Captain of St. Anne's; Barbara Allen — St. Michael's; and Janet MeComish —- St. Francis Xavier's.

Tennis Tournaments to raise funds for Missions held in First Term. Now Second Term is here and we are hoping to improve our Basketball. We are fortunate in having our former Sports Captain, Mary Dwyer, as our coach.

Soon the Captains will be busy looking out for the promising competitors for the various teams for Sports Day which is to be early in Third Term.

Novelty Races opened the programme on Sports Day. We found them more amusing than ever.

Proud parents beamed on their diminutive treasures of the Junior School — and were equally delighted whether they finished first or last.

The March! Each year it holds first place for all — the parents as well as the children. If anything, this year it was more spectacular than before.

Hours of tedious practise were well rewarded. The Judges — who have given us their time and help so generously — consulted very seriously before

ELIZABETH FOLEY, VALERIE GUTHRIE, Nedlands.

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DATES WITH A DIFFERENCE (As seen by four girls in the Fourth Year) NORMANHURST. THE CONSECRATION OF THE ALTAR

of suspense such as this there were many close-ups of wild animal life in the National Park.

As the sound track of our old projector had become worn and indistinct, Mother Antoinette surprised us with a new projector for the long film.

The. Winslow Boy, 011 Loreto Day at the end of last year. A great difference in the sound was immediately noticed and this helped us to enjoy this exceptionally good film.

Not only long films have we enjoyed but also many shorts, some 011 Orchestral performances.

Botanical experiments and numerous other topics.

One short we particularly enjoyed showed us Betty Scott — the professional ice-skater. Her grace and ease left many with a deep feeling of admiration.

Bing Crosby brought us entertainment in his racing film, Riding High. Many a tear glistened in the corner of an eye when he lost his faithful racehorse, Broadway Bill.

Perhaps the best picture we have seen was the Shakespearian film, Julius Caesar.

It seemed to me that James Mason excelled in his portrayal of Brutus. The Fourth Year class were amused many a time as they compared their actions of their recent production of the plav with those of the professional actors.

We have also seen a few very interesting pictures in the Father Peyton series. Perhaps the one we enjoyed most was one entitled That I May See, which was a very moving story built around the events that led to Our Divine Lord's Crucifixion.

The 13th October, 1954, is a day to be remembered by all at Loreto, Normanhurst, lor it was on that day that Cardinal Gilroy came to consecrate the Altar Stone of our new Chapel.

As we formed a guard of honour along the drive for His Eminence, we remembered a day, almost a year before, when we had formed a similar guard of honour on the day of the laying of the foundation stone of the Chapel.

The ceremony of consecrating the altar began about ten o'clock. There were many priests assisting the Cardinal, while six Jesuit Scholastics from Canisius College, Pymble, sang the various Liturgical Responses. One of the workmen who had helped in the construction of the Chapel was there, as some cement had to be used for embedding the Altar Stone. The only visitor in the congregation was Mrs. W. Burfitt, senior, the donor of the Altar; as Esmev Mann, she was the first pupil at Normanhurst.

The Altar is impressive and beautiful, being made of the cream marble with russet veinings that come from the Wombeyan Quarries at Goulburn.

The ceremony at the Altar was very lengthy —• it took almost two hours — but every minute of it was interesting. We were all provided with a typed copy explaining the whole procedure. The only tedious period occurred when the Cardinal circled the Altar seven times, sprinkling it with holy water — though I am sure it was twice as tiring for His Eminence.

To complete the ceremony the Cardinal said Mass, during which we sang the Mass of St. Therese, accompanied by the new organ. After Mass, the Cardinal and priests had lunch in our refectory, while we all had a picnic lunch in the grounds.

After lunch we assembled in the hall where the Cardinal spoke to us for a short time, thanking us for allowing him the privilege of saying the first Mass on the new Altar Stone. We also were grateful to him, not only for performing the ceremony, but for giving us a half-holiday.

STEPHANIE OUR CINEMA

CLAIRE MASON. MISSION INTERESTS

Australian Convent-girls are given so much to make them happy that there is a tendency amongst us to forget those who are less privileged. Some activities in our school help us to remember that it is our fluty to assist those self-sacrificing men and women whose quest it is to bring Jesus to the pagan world and convert "children of original sin" .

We girls of Loreto, Normanhurst, take a special interest in the Missions.

During the third term of 1954 we were greatly privileged to see a film of the Mission activity in the Northern Territory. It was shown by three Missioners of the Sacred Heart and was of special interest to us because two of the Nuns knew many of the children from the Missions at Melville Island. (The Nuns had been in Toorak when Loreto gave hospitality to Missionary Sisters and children during the war.) They immediately recognized their faces. We also knew many of their names from the letters and photos they had sent thanking 11s for clothes and other small gifts which we frequently send.

Last term. Father Nolan, our Chaplain (Waitara Parish) gave an interesting lecture with

TILBROOK.

EVENINGS

It has long been a custom of Normanhurst to have at least two long pictures a term with several educational shorts each week. Over the last year or so the films have been rather varied, but thev all seem to have been generally enjoyed.

Perhaps one of the most interesting films capturing wild beauty and realism in African natural life was Where No Vultures Fly. The hall was held in suspense as each person sat 011 the edge of her chair nervously awaiting the angry lioness" attack on the little boy. There was a universal sigh of relief when the danger passed. Besides moments 19

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slides on the Holy Shroud of Turin. The slides were first-class and had been obtained directly from Rome. The close-up slide of the markings left 011 the Holy Shroud by the mutilated, bloodstained face of Our Lord, was very touching, and would inspire any Catholic with a more ardent zeal to work for souls.

tions to our various stalls, and in buying things from us.

There is great activity during the few days preceding the Fete, which is usually held early in October. Stalls have to be erected, last minute touches given to fancy-work; leather work and basket making to be finished off, and thousands of odds and ends to be ironed. On the day of the Fete people begin to arrive very early in the afternoon.

My mid-afternoon it is very hard to move about because of the crowd which lias by this time assembled. The girls behind the Stalls are kept very busy — but always manage to get away and visit the ice-cream Stall.

It is wonderful to see people so generous. Their motive must surely be, "For the Greater Glory of God".

For many years it has been a tradition in Normanhurst to have an annual Fete to help the Missions. Throughout the year each senior girl does something to contribute to the collection of fancy work, dolls' clothes and other novelties. At the 1954 Fete perhaps one of the most attractive donations — to the younger set anyhow — was the blue and gold coconut ice made by a thoughtful past-pupil (blue and gold being our school colours). Parents and friends are also very generous in their dona-

MARYANNE

FIRTH.

SPORTING COMPETITIONS Normanhurst was rather successful in the Sporting line during 1954. To the sheer delight of all, the 'TV basketball team succeeded in winning the B Grade Cup. The "C" team worked their way to the finals, but failed in their last match against Kincoppal. In tennis we were happy to win the Under 18 and Under 16 years Doubles. Gwen Mayger, Patricia Roche and Marilyn Matha, Carmel Cattle — at the Catholic Schools Tennis Championship held at Santa Sabina on the 31st July, 1954.

The finals of the School Tennis Tournament were played on Loreto Day. The Singles Title being won by Gwen Mayger, who defeated Megan Lewis.

in improving the school tennis standard. We were privileged to have Noeline Josephine and Lesley Turner here on the 29th June to give the "A" team practice.

The Sporting Activities of this year began with the re-electing of Sports Captains. Our congratulations go to Marilyn Matha, Barbara Scullard, Carmel Cattle, Toni Croft, Mary Dennett and Megan Lewis.

The sport of this year seems promising as the "A" team with Marilyn Matha (Captain), Carmel Cattle, Christine Dempsev and Megan Lewis are still undefeated.'"'

The " B " basketball team has also achieved great

It was her second win in two successive years. All were pleased as she was in the Leaving Class.

Because of bad weather the Doubles were not played.

As everyone knows, Sydney has had more than its share of rain during 1955, so the two main tennis courts have had to undergo a coating of blue metal, which has considerably improved them.

The Boarders are greatly indebted to the Parents who have been very helpful in re-organizing the lower courts. (Some of the fathers have formed a workingbee for this.)

We are also very grateful to our Professional Tennis Coach, Mr. Coady, who has been so helpful

success in early matches. The most enjoyable being against Kensington on the 11th June. It ended in a draw. We are still hoping to keep the Cup which was won last year.

During the last two years the seniors of the school have had the privilege of seeing some of Australia's leading amateur tennis players, namely Lewis Hoad, John Bromwich, Adrian Quist, Jeff Brown, Ashley Cooper, Rex Hartwig, Warren Woodcock and Neil Gibson.

MEGAN

LEWIS.

* Stop Press.—They brought home the coveted trophy of the year: the Cardinal's Cup. Congratulations!

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The

L i t u r g i c a l C h o i r f r o m C a n i s i u s College (Jesuit House of Studies, Pymble) leading the h y m n s at the m i c r o p h o n e on t h e f r o n t l a w n .

s c h o o l g i r l s a s s e m b l i n g o u t s i d e t h e classr o o m s . T h e m a i n b u i l d i n g of t h e C o n v e n t a n d t h e old C h a p e l a r e in t h e b a c k g r o u n d .

A c o r n c r of t h e c l o i s t e r of the n e w C h a p e l is s e e n o n t h e left.

A s s e m b l i n g for t h e p r o c e s s i o n : P r i e s t s , a l t a r b o y s , p a g e s , flower-strewers, a n d a g r o u p of m e n of t h e H o l y N a m e S o c i e t y , f r o m t h e p a r i s h of W a i t a r a .

V i e w s of t h e P r o c e s s i o n in t h e C o n v e n t G r o u n d s . B e l o w : Along t h e w a l k s k i r t i n g t h e P e n n a n t H i l l s R o a d . S o m e S i s t e r s of M e r c y f r o m W a i t a r a follow t h e girls.

Above:

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View taken from an upstairs window, front lawn.

A s it w a s J u n e , t h e leafless.

across the oaks were

T h e Procession returns to the Chapel.

B e l o w : A f e w m i n u t e s b e f o r e t h e C h a p e l is r e a c h e d . A b o v e : E n t e r i n g t h e m a i n d o o r of the Chapel. (A Carmelite Priest and a Passionist are between the two surpliced Priests)

The

side of t h e C h a p e l f a c i n g t h e P e n n a n t H i l l s R o a d . s h r u b b e r y has been planted round the L i q u i d a m b a r .

P h o t o g r a p h e d k i n d l y by M r s . G. H a r t i g a n

CORPUS

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LORETO,

( m o t h e r of A n n e , S u e a n d

NORMANHURST.

A

Kerry).

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OUR CORPUS CHRISTI PROCESSION* Here at Normanliurst, we have a yearly procession of the Blessed Sacrament, held as near as possible to the feast of Corpus Christi. Parents, friends and people from the Waitara and Thornleigh parishes are invited, and they come in great numbers. It is always a very beautiful and edifying spectacle to see so many people honouring Our Lord in the Blessed Sacrament as they precede it round the gardens and lawns. The procession at Loreto.

Normanhurst, has a history of over fifty years.

In 1903 the first procession was held on the feast itself, with a borrowed canopy and a few banners made by the Nuns and children. There were no other worshippers. Towards the end of that year, the late Mr. and Mrs. Bryant** returned from a trip to Europe, bringing with them a canopy specially made in Rome. Its emblems included the school crest, embroidered in pure gold. After fiftyone years the gold is still fresh, and also the satin of the canopy.

From then onwards there were two Benedictions outside in the gold and red arbours, and a third one in the Senior Study (now the reception room). Visitors began to come and the crowd grew too big for the Study; then the final Benediction was given in the hall. The day of the procession was also changed; first to the octave day to fit in with the children's holidays; later to the Sunday after Corpus Christi so that the parishioners could also come.

After the second World War when the big procession at the Manly Seminarv was again held on the Sunday after Corpus Christi, we changed ours, at the request of the Cardinal, to the Sunday

after the feast of the Sacred Heart, so that people could go to both. At ours, because of the increased numbers that attended, the final Benediction was given for a few years on the front steps, while the people knelt on the lawn. Then, last year (1954) we had the happiness of gathering in our new Chapel, lately completed.

It always seems to us that each procession is more lovely than its predecessor. That is how we felt this year (1955). Most of the visitors walked in the procession, joining in the Rosary and singing which was led by a Liturgical choir of Jesuit students from Canisius College, Pymble, over an amplified system. Besides our own Nuns there were Sisters of Mercy from Waitara. Diocesan and Religious Priests, girls from Kirribilli, Children of Marv and Holy Name men from Waitara; and of course, large numbers of our own white-clad girls.

Father R. Nolan, from Waitara (in the absence of the Rev. M. Farrell, P.P.), carried the Monstrance, preceded by tiny page boys and flower-strewers. The well-known hymns filled the grounds with their harmony, and we were stirred with the inspiring hymn, We Stand For God. At the final Benediction in the Chapel, the Canisius choir and our own girls sang the To Deum and other liturgical hymns. Then to end the beautiful day we all sang Faith of Our Fathers.

DIANA MARY BOOTH ( F o u r t h Year), Normanhurst. * See picture on pages 21 and 22. ** P a r e n t s of Miss E. Bryant, Mrs. T. J. Purcell (both of S y d n e y ) , and Mrs. Dunstan (of Cooma).

FIRST WEEK IN SECOND TERM, 1955 We were back at school again, for another term bad begun. The Kirribilli Loreto, which yesterday had lain quiet and peaceful in the sunshine enjoying its long views down the Harbour, was now a lively centre of schoolgirl activity. Neat grev-elad figures in perfect uniform gathered in groups exchanging gay greetings, and the Nuns welcomed us with pleasant smiles.

The first day, Tuesday, was just a matter of getting into the routine; so we went through each hour philosophically. In the afternoon came the stirring news that our Class was to go to an Orchestral Concert in the City 011 the following day. So, on Wednesday, after a short class period, we set off with great zest, accompanied by Mrs. Keane, who was to subdue us if any subduing were needed.

After the short trip to town we were surprised to find ourselves the first arrivals at the Town Hall.

From our comfortable seats we watched group after group take their seats, and then we watched the orchestra take their places. The Concert began bv the singing of the National Anthem accompanied by the blast of trumpets and the rolling of drums.

Then we settled down to hear and watch the orchestra, we realized anew how wonderful it was that all those men and women, each with a different instrument, should be working as a team, and producing that marvellous thing called music which affects us in so many different ways, taking our moods to go along with it. They played folk dances, which made one want to dance for joy, a grand rolling piece that made one think of all the wonderful things of life, a sad piece which made one feel strangely melancholy. Finally, came the William Tell Overture — a favourite with 11s all. Too soon it was over and reluctantly we left the ball and the beautiful music behind us.

That afternoon at school we had to make our own music, as it was the day for the visit of our choir-master, Mr. Johnson, who has the unenviable task of trying to coax angelic, musical sounds out of us. However, he succeeds, thanks to bis own hard work and that of Mother Loyola who prepares a musicale with our work at the end of the year.

Thursday was a very interesting day as we had cooking and dancing. Miss Scully teaches us danc23

L O R E T O it was d i s c o v e r e d t h a t s o m e girls were not n e a r l y as h i g h as t h e y l o o k e d . T h e y w e r e t h e n p u t d o w n a m o n g t h e s h o r t e r girls w h e r e it was r e a l i z e d t h a t t h e y w e r e r e a l l y q u i t e tall a f t e r a l l !

F i n a l l y , t h e d a y was o v e r ; we p r e p a r e d to go h o m e f o r t h e first w e e k - e n d of t h e t e r m . I n o u r h e a r t of h e a r t s we w e r e glad to b e in t h e s e c o n d t e r m . I n o u r silent m o m e n t s we w e r e even d r e a d -

ing a n d p r e p a r e s us to t a k e o u r p l a c e in o u r h o u r s of l e i s u r e a n d p l e a s u r e , b o t h at school and a w a y f r o m school. W e a r e g r a t e f u l to t h e N u n s f o r p r o v i d i n g all t h e s e a d v a n t a g e s f o r us.

I h e F r i d a y was F i r s t F r i d a y , so we h a d a d o r a tion of t h e Blessed S a c r a m e n t in t h e School C h a p e l d u r i n g t h e f o r e n o o n . It was w o n d e r f u l to b e k n e e l ing t h e r e in t h a t e n v e l o p i n g p e a c e a n d u n s p o k e n

TENNIS VICTORY The Monsignor Meaney Tennis Trophy f o r schoolgirls ( u n d e r 15) a t t e n d i n g C a t h o l i c S e c o n d a r y Schools in S y d n e y , h a s b e e n won f o r 1955 by L o r e t o , K i r r i b i l l i . C o n g r a t u l a t i o n s to all at K i r r i b i l l i !

T h e players were: Helen McGowan, B a r b a r a Bray. Evelyn Purcell, Verona Greenaway.

ing t h e d a y w h e n o u r s c h o o l d a y s w o u l d be over a n d we w o u l d w a l k o u t of t h e gates f o r t h e last t i m e to f a c e a w o r l d m u c h s t r o n g e r t h a n we p o o r h u m a n beings c o u l d ever be. S c h o o l d a y s at K i r r i billi r e a l l y a r e t h e h a p p y d a y s of life.

j o y w h i c h is always felt in p l a c e s w h e r e God is especially present.

At i n t e r v a l s d u r i n g t h a t m o r n i n g we h a d visited t h e C h a p e l , b u t t h e s c h o o l r o u t i n e w e n t on its t r a n q u i l way, if we e x c e p t t h a t i r r i t a t i n g interl u d e w h e n we h a d to h a v e o u r p h o t o g r a p h s t a k e n f o r t h e m a g a z i n e . W e w e r e a r r a n g e d on t h e l a w n a c c o r d i n g to o u r h e i g h t , a n d t h e n r e - a r r a n g e d w h e n

JUDI FRASER ( F o u r t h Year), Kirribilli.

LORETO CONVENT, N E D L A N D S DIARY.

JULY, 1954 — JUNE, 1955.

JULY: 7th.—Orchestral Concert. We enjoyed the music very much: also the opportunity of missing school!

16th.—The Singing Festival.

19th.—Father Wilkins, S.J., spoke to the Children of Mary about the obligations of Sodalists.

2ist.—We celebrated Mother Cyril's Feast.

28th.—To the Capitol T h e a t r e to hear the Vienna Boys' Choir. It was a b e a u t i f u l p e r f o r m a n c e .

30th.—St. Louis Dance at the Myola Hall, Claremont. Several girls w e n t and enjoyed themselves.

2nd.—Second day of Q u a r a n t 'Ore and Alliance Francaise Exam. Those doing this exam, had their b r e a k f a s t at school a f t e r Mass.

15th.—Leaving F r e n c h Orals and J u n i o r Domestic Science Exams. J u d g i n g by the pleasing odours of various dishes issuing f r o m the Domestic Science Room, the Cookery Section must have been very good.

25th.—French Orals — J u n i o r .

29th.—German Orals.

NOVEMBER: 1st.—Christian Doctrine Exam, for J u n i o r Public and Leaving.

6th.—Annual School Fete — a great success.

11th.—Alliance results. Despite some very pessimistic people, we managed to acquit ourselves favourably.

21st.—Little ones m a d e their First Holy Communion. In the a f t e r n o o n new m e m b e r s were received into the Children of M a r y Sodality, M a r g a r e t McDonnell, Christine Howson, Dorothy Durack, P a t Hickey, J a n e t McComish, Valerie Guthrie, Rosemary H a n r a h a n , A n n e Furlong.

22nd.—On this day, dreaded for so long, J u n i o r s and Leavings set out for the University, a r m e d w i t h rulers, rubbers, pens, etc.

AUGUST: 4th.—We saw "Monsieur Vincent" at the Capitol.

Were t h e r e any d r y eyes a f t e r this moving film?

14th.—School Dance. No need to comment on the success of the evening.

25th.—Fashion P a r a d e and Musicale. Many beautiful dresses modelled by m a n y b e a u t i f u l girls! Artists f r o m the A.B.C. helped to e n t e r t a i n the m a n y visitors.

SEPTEMBER: 13th.—We had the great privilege of singing at the Ordination of F a t h e r Foley (Elizabeth's b r o t h e r ) and of F a t h e r Toop in the Holy Rosary Church, Nedlands.

14th.—Father Foley celebrated his First Mass in the Convent Chapel, and, later in the day, we all received his blessing a f t e r Benediction.

18th.—Sports Day.

DECEMBER: 7th.—Crowning of Jubilarians. Congratulations to: Mary Dwyer, Mary Pannell, Mary Tallboys, B r e n d a Founrain, Helen Durack, Dorothy Durack, Margaret Wallwork, Margaret McDonnell. Dallas Deary, Christine Howson.

OCTOBER: 1st.—Quarant 'Ore at the Holy Rosary Church, Mass at 6.30 a.m., so our choristers had to rise early.

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9th.—Break-up Day. Many cameras appear, and after singing the Holiday Hymn, we say goodbye to the school for nine lovely weeks.

27th.—We said goodbye to Mother Cyril; we were sorry to hear that she was going so f a r away.

22nd.—Senior School Fancy Dress Ball. Many weird and w o n d e r f u l costumes seen. The Sub-Leavings had the brilliantly intellectual idea of coming as characters f r o m "Oliver Twist".

23rd.—Public Schools Rowing.

28th.—The Rowers' Dance at Aquinas which was thoroughly enjoyed by our Leavings and Sub-Leavings.

29th.—Junior School Fancy Dress Ball.

BARBARA ALLEN, BARBARA CRANFIELD, (Sub-Leaving).

MAY: 2nd.—May Day Procession and Crowning of Our Lady. Monsignor read the Act of Consecration, gave us a little talk on Our Lady and then gave Benediction.

FEBRUARY: 8th.—Back to school. Congratulations to all who passed J u n i o r and Leaving Exams, especially to Mary Dwyer for passing h e r Leaving with seven subjects and seven credits!

JUNE: 5th.—Pet Show. Convent invaded by Dogs, Cats, Birds, Fish, a Shetland Pony and other animals. There was a P o p u l a r P e t Competition and the small children had P o n y Rides. Afternoon tea was served and Prizes distributed to proud owners of distinguished Pets.

6th.—The Senior School went to a special screening of "Secret Conclave", a film about Pope Pius X. 8th-10th.—Retreat for Seniors, given by F a t h e r Hennessy, C.SS.R. 11th.—8 o'clock Mass at school and Communion Breakfast. We were all enrolled in the Miraculous Medal.

16th.—Historical Exhibition at the P e r t h Town Hall: "Stirling and the early days."

29th.—Symphony Orchestral Concert at the Capitol Theatre.

HELEN COGAN, JOAN MARKEY, (Sub-Leaving).

MARCH: 5th.—Fathers have a working bee and m a k e new paths; it is good to have bitumen. The new fence is begun.

8th.—The Film is taken. We walk out of the Church beautifully for the c a m e r a - m a n and engage in other school activities at his pleasure.

Our first Dialogue Mass. We are using F a t h e r Paul Ryan's book and are reminded of the words of Pope Pius X: "Do not pray at Mass but p r a y the Mass".

9th.—The Sports Captains are announced:—Elizabeth Foley, Sports Captain; and the House Captains are Janet McComish (Red), Valerie G u t h r i e (Gold), Barbara Allen ( G r e e n ) .

12th.—Spiritual R e t r e a t for H u n g a r i a n s held at the Convent.

16th.—Prefects are announced. Congratulations to Elizabeth Foley (Head of the School), and to the Prefects, Valerie Guthrie, J a n e t McComish, Rosemary Hanrahan, Betty Connor and B a r b a r a Allen.

17th.—St. P a t r i c k ' s Day. High Mass at Subiaco Oval and March Past of Metropolitan Catholic Schools.

CRAZES Just as the seasons come and go.

So do the crazes. Tin sure you know.

We started on Sevens, when school began, But the balls got lost, as away they ran.

APRIL: 1st.—Seniors had a h e l p f u l lecture on the functions and services of a Bank.

6th-12th.—Easter Holidays. We sang at the Holy Rosary Church on Holy Thursday, Good Friday and Easter Sunday. On Holy S a t u r d a y some of the Leavings and Sub-Leavings came up to school to sing the Regina for the Nuns.

15th.—First Y.C.S. meeting at Loreto, Nedlands.

The Leaders are: Elizabeth Foley, Valerie Guthrie, Janet McComish, B a r b a r a Allen, Jill Clune, Kathleen Dwyer, Erica Johnson, Anne Edgar.

16th.—We w e n t to "The Sleeping Prince", and though the P l a y did not do justice to such great actors, we considered ourselves f o r t u n a t e to see Dame Sybil Thorndike, Sir Lewis Casson, Sir Ralph and Lady Richardson.

17th.—The N e w m a n Society Communion Breakfast was held at the school: about 160 graduates and undergraduates were present.

19th.—The Senior Classes went to see the Blake Prize Exhibition at the P e r t h Art Gallery. F a t h e r Challis explained to us the purpose of Modern Art and gave us an explanation of each picture. It was an interesting experience.

Now that Summer is drawing near.

The girls go swimming without a fear.

Someone tried to stand on her head; They're all duck-diving now, 'tis said.

I'm afraid the Nuns can't say their prayers, In case they trip, all unawares.

The paths are littered with hoppy taws.

As we play this game without any pause.

"There are weeds in the garden", said a kindly one, "Let's all go at it; "twill be great fun."

Soon it was looking spick and span.

And each took turns with the watering-can.

This always happens at our school, And sometimes 1 think it"s a general rule: As soon as someone starts a new game.

Each one does exactly the same.

JOAN GURRY

(12 Years), Portland.

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FILM STARS FOR A DAY to come along in h a p p y groups, chatting and laughing. Baskets of sandwiches, highly polished apples and golden oranges in string-bags proved the genuineness of our outing. Rounders in a cleared space was the subject of the next scene. Hot and rather tired, we formed a picnic group, some round the camp-fire, others seated on the trunk of a fallen tree. All too soon, it was time to leave the bush and return to school. Our happy hours of acting were over.

About a week later, as I came in, I was greeted by a number of girls chorusing, "We're seeing the film to-day." The hell rang and a set of very excited children made their way to the hall. The doors were closed, the lights switched off and a hush of anticipation was felt throughout the room. Each was thinking, "What shall I he like?" The whole film was wonderful but I was especially impressed with the Chapel scene. The altar and sanctuary lamp were the highlights, while the Nuns and girls formed a dim group of worshippers. It was in strong contrast to the gay picnic group and the bright scenes on the beach.

Having seen the film, we all considered that the little difficulties met with in its making were well worthwhile. We forgot the many rehearsals for each scene, the scramble up and down the cliff path, the swim that was cut short, very short, our hurried changing, the game of rounders that never seemed to end and the bull ant nest that some accidentally chose as their seat in the picnic group!

You should have seen our eager faces light up as we scanned the screen and caught the first glimpse of ourselves. The question which had been hammering in everyone's brain, "Am T photogenic?" was answered. Yes, I am, but I am far too modest to admit it.

Friday morning! Never had there heen such eagerness among the day-scholars for school to open. To-day, a film was to be taken which would be shown at the Catholic Life Exhibition in Melbourne. All of us were excited at the thought of this new experience.

First to appear before the camera were the All Saints' children, walking in procession. Our Lady's banner at their head. At last, it was our turn!

The Convent gates were opened.

The photographer moved to a suitable position. Across the road tripped the excited children, carrying bathers and beach-bags. Down the ramp, along the beach, up to the box we went, Mr. Richards filming us. Soon all were in swim-suits, and, at a word, plunged into the rolling blue waves, which were crested with dancing white foam. The "stars" in the next scene hurried back to school to change into uniforms for a scene in the Chapel. What a chaotic few minutes! We still felt salty and sandy!

However, a demure group in brown soon arrived at the Chapel door, and the picture (Nuns and girls at prayer) was taken. The filming was over! Our contract was ended! What fun we had h a d !

But all was not over! A week later, another surprise awaited us. Before afternoon prayers, Mother Edmund impressed upon us that next morning we were to wear hats, not berets. Full of wonderment, we came to school, hats on heads. At Assembly, we heard that we were to be "stars" once more, this time at Govev. T need not explain Govev to the Nuns. The girls of the other houses may not know that it is a Government Reserve of uncleared busliland, about a mile from the town.

It has been a favourite picnic spot for generations of Loreto children.

T h e first film was taken as the hiking party came round a bend in the bush-track, shadowed by bushes and tall gums. B y dint of practice, w e learnt

MARLENE KEMPTON (14 Years), Portland.

JOTTINGS FROM A JOURNAL MARY'S MOUNT, BALLARAT 1954 20th.—A victorious day; our A and B basketball teams defeated Clarendon P.L.C. JUNE: 26th.—To Toorak. A m e m o r a b l e day, although 22nd.—Mother Superior's Feast Day. All enjoyed Toorak was victorious in all basketball matches. Some a delicious party, followed by the picture, "Christopher hoarse throats on our r e t u r n , which all goes to show Columbus." T h a n k you, Mother, for a lovely day. that so m u c h volume can be produced by so few!!!

23rd.—Did anyone peering t h r o u g h a f r o n t window JULY: notice five girls r e t u r n i n g up the drive with b u l k y cordial bottles tucked ( r a t h e r surreptitiously!!) u n d e r 7th.—Leaving Geography Class went on a most their blazers? The Leaving G e o g r a p h y Class was interesting excursion to Myer's Woollen Mills. R e t u r n e d r e t u r n i n g f r o m an excursion to Rowlands Cordial over-loaded with specimens of wool. That a f t e r n o o n Factory!

Queen's C. of E. G.G.S. visited us for basketball. We won t h e B match; Queen's the A. 26th-30th.—Y.C.S. Week. Played our (spectacular) inter-group basketball matches.

The Daniel Lord 9th.—General turmoil as the boarders leave for P a m p h l e t G r o u p was victorious. Closed the w e e k w i t h the long week-end — a welcome break.

General Meeting.

16th.—We attended the Concert given by the 31st.—An e n j o y a b l e day of basketball against Viennese Boys' Choir. M. R e p a r a t a now listens with Loreto, Dawson Street. great delight to her "Mary's Mount Girls' Choir!!"

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L O R E T O 9th.—A m i x t u r e of joy and tears as we set out in different directions — h o m e w a r d bound!!! Goodbye, Mary's Mount, 'till 1955.

AUGUST: 3rd.—All enjoyed "The Robe" in cinemascope at the Regent.

7th.—"Mais, oui," "non, non", (but mostly " J e ne sais pas") were to be heard as French students departed to air their knowledge (?) at the Alliance Francaise de Ballarat.

11th.—Clarendon, victorious in A and B basketball.

15th.—Seniors rejoiced as they saw the boys of St. Pat's. College football team defeat St. Kevin's, Toorak.

25th.—Holiday h y m n sung with the usual vigour, preparatory to our d e p a r t u r e for the S e p t e m b e r break.

1955 FEBRUARY: 8th.—Back to school!! Many new faces replaced those of the old ones we missed.

17th.—Congratulations to the new House Captains — Mary Bourke, of Mulhall; J a n Barker, of W a r d ; and Denise Hoare, of B a r r y ; also to their Vice-Captains — Therese Leckte, Denise F l a h e r t y and Noel Sheahan.

MARCH: 3rd-5th.—The Q u a r a n t 'Ore ceremonies were as lovely as ever.

6th.—We attended "Music for the People."

17th.—St. P a t r i c k ' s Day. Once more, our Orchestra r e n d e r e d their d e l i g h t f u l a r r a n g e m e n t of Irish Airs.

That night we p e r f o r m e d "The First Exile" — a story of Coleman of Ireland.

19th.—We all e n j o y e d Toorak's visit, although the Melbourne girls won most of the games.

25th.—The Feast of the Annunciation was appropriate for the reception of six Children of Mary.

SEPTEMBER: 14th.—Back to the old grind, and with g-r-e-a-t resolutions, as exams, loom ahead.

24th.—Mother Superior's Golden Jubilee.

The Nuns' and Children's Choirs combined to sing the Missa Marialis. At night we e n t e r t a i n e d Mother with a series of tableaux reproduced f r o m the Old Masters, whilst the "angelic choir" provided soft background music. Congratulations, M.M. Ursula and M.M. Aquin.

27th.—We all had a helter-skelter afternoon chasing one another up and d o w n the lovely slopes of Mt. Buninyong.

APRIL: 5th.—Congratulations to the new Head of the School and Councillors — J a n Barker, Denise Hoare, Mary Bourke, Denise F l a h e r t y and Gay Rice.

6th-12th.—Easter Break.

16th.—We enjoyed our day of vigoro and tennis against Loreto, Dawson Street. The honours were shared.

23rd.—We rejoiced at seeing St. Pat's. College Crew win the Head of the Lake.

OCTOBER: 2nd.—Eight tiny girls and two little boys made their First Holy Communion. We know their souls must have been as radiant as that m e m o r a b l e day.

11th-12th.—Strict silence in the corridor, for the suffering musicians sat for piano exams. Later, we all, including Mr. Biggins, enjoyed the welcome respite of a tennis exhibition by Davis Cup Stars, Rex Hartwig and Ashley Cooper.

19th.—Musicians again tested themselves in the vital Perception exams. At d i n n e r - t i m e the results of the music exams, w e r e announced. Sighs of relief: all candidates had passed.

23rd.—Sports Day! Barry House again carried off the laurels. Congrats., P a t O'Bree and Anne Vaughan.

31st.—We assembled on St. Pat's. Oval for the Annual Procession to Christ the King. In the evening we all enjoyed the film "Boys' Town."

MAY: 10th.—Y.C.S. A m a t e u r Hour.

Competition was keen, but the Matriculation Opera Company won the day with their p e r f o r m a n c e of "Goldricks and the T h r e e *$ears!"

12th.—Hats and scarves flying e v e r y w h e r e . Excited girls scurrying about. Term holidays!!!

JUNE: 10th.—We enjoyed our day in Melbourne at the Catholic Life Exhibition. p.S.—A welcome innovation is the Tuck Shop conducted e v e r y T h u r s d a y by the Mothers' Club. A h e a r t y " T h a n k You!" f r o m us all.

DENISE HOARE, JAN BARKER.

NOVEMBER: 13th.—The Seniors of Mary's Mount enjoyed a well-conducted Sports Day at St. Pat's. College.

Nov. 30th-Dec. 10th.—Public Exams!!! Nothing to be said.

THE MOON

DECEMBER: 4th.—Loreto Day: Some small consolation for exam, sitters. Congratulations to our seven jubilarians, J a n e t Hayden, Pat Rinaldo, Clare Hager, Margaret Holmes, Margot Podger, Margaret O'Halloran, Anne Vaughan.

When night fall comes to us See the moon in the sky, Praising God, by his pale rays, For us, who sleeping lie.

But w h e n the d a w n is near, She fades away in haze While we ourselves must rise And to our God give Praise.

FRANCES GASH (12), Portland.

5th.—Ten lucky girls w e r e received into the Sodality of the Children of Mary.

8th.—A procession m a r k e d the close of the Marian Year at Mary's Mount. Pupils f r o m the Loreto Convent, Dawson Street, Redan, and St. Joseph's, joined in singing Our Lady's praises.

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LORETO ABBEY, MARY'S MOUNT, BALLARAT,

VIC.

PREFECTS (Left to Right) Denise Jan

Flaherty, Gabrielle Rice, Mary Barker ( H e a d ) , Denise Hoare.

(Seated),

Bourke

INTERMEDIATE, LEAVING & MATRICULATION (Left to Right) B a c k R o w : F. J o y c e , M. M e e r e , T . L e c h t e , N. S h e a h a n , M. O ' L o g h i e n , J . T w e d d l e , J . M a t t h e w s .

T h i r d R o w : P. J e s s , G. J o s h u a , L. H i c k s . M. S u l l i v a n , K .

H. O'Brien.

S e c o n d R o w : C. M c M a h o n , D. H o a r e , J B a r k e r , M

W . B a r b e r , C. C o n l a n , S. H a n r a h a n , G. Griffith, I .

KINDERGARTEN (Left to Right) H.

Eckel.

J

Coghlan,

J.

Carey.

( S e a t e d ) : B. H a y d e n , G. H a y e s , S. D i c k i n s o n , M. C r e a t i , C. S a l t , J . G a r v e y .

Absent:

A.

Corbett.

H.

DeGraaff

Byrne, Higgins, Rinaldi,

A. M c S w i n e y , M. P o d g e r , D . F l a h e r t y , B o u r k e , G. R i c e , A. D o n e y , H . B a k e r .

F i o n t R o w : R. B e e r , C. Carlile, A. D o o l a n , M. B e s e m e r e s .

(Standing):

P.

C.

Rice,

S.

Gudgeon,

L.

Starr,

L O R E T O LORETO ABBEY, MARY S MOUNT, BALLARAT,

VIC.

SUB-INTERMEDIATE, FIRST

& SECOND

YRS. (Left to Right) Back

R o w : A. S a u n d e r s , F . F a y , G. Slee, J .

Faulkner, H. Monkiv i t c h , S. M a c k e n z i e , C. K e a t i n g , M. L. C r o w ley, C. M c S w i n e y .

3rd R o w : L. H o l m e s , E .

Ryan, G. M c G i l p , J. B o l l e m a n , G. F o r d h a m , J. O'Callaghan, M. Shanahan, J. McGilp, J . C a r r o l l , E. B e s e m e r e s .

2nd R o w : W . P r i t c h a r d , J. Hurley, J. Oliphant, F. Meere, J. O ' L o g h l e n , H . P o w e l l , M. F a y , S. H a y e s , A. F a u l k n e r .

F r o n t R o w : M. O ' C o n n o r , S. L u b r a n s k y , J . B e n n e t t , P. P u l i , A. S p a r k s , J . G i b s o n , M. C r e a t i .

Absent: E. Fulton.

FIFTH & SIXTH CLASSES AND JUNIOR SCHOOL (Left to Right) B a d : R o w : E. B u n ning, V. D i c k i n s o n , M a r i l y n J e n k i n s , G. M c G e n n i s s , M. T r o y , H. Lechte, H. N u n a n , H . Bilson.

4th R o w : A. Bell, M. J e n k i n s , A. G i b s o n , M. N u n n , P . H a y den, M. S e n n e t t , M. D u n n e , J. P o w e l l .

3rd R o w : M. A. Gera g h t y , N. Hughes, J. Cole, P . H a y e s , G. B a r k e r , K. P i c kett, F. Faulkner, L. J e n k i n s , L. P o d ger.

2nd R o w : S. J o s h u a , K. Jackman, A. Conlan, M. R o w l a n d s , M. S m i t h , L. Mize, J. Coghlan, H. H a g e r , R. Salt.

F r o n t R o w : B. H a y den, G. L a n d y , S. Martin, T. Parkinson, P .

Summons, P. L a n d y , A. R o w lands, J. Bilson, A. H a r d y .

A b s e n t : J . O b o m , G. Duffy.

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Fraser,

R.

L O R E T O

This

Australia

THE WEST AUSTRALIAN HISTORICAL EXHIBITION At the Exhibition there were all kinds of interesting exhibits. Some of the best, I think, were the charts and maps made by the early explorers.

These are surprisingly accurate, and there was a letter, translated into English, from one of the early Dutch sea-captains. One of the charts had just arrived from the Netherlands showing part of the coast of Western Australia, and the Swan River — Freshwater Bay was shown on it, but not the Abrohlos Group of islands, thus proving that the Dutch discovered the Bay. In another case, were the different relics they still have of a Dutch boat wrecked off the coast of W.A. Two steering wheels, a bell, a piece of carved wood which is believed to be the front piece of a ship, 300 years old. Despite its years the shape of a woman was still perceptible and though it had suffered much weathering the wood was still good.

There were models of different types of sailing ships, in bottles, all clear to the least detail.

There were the sword and snuff-box, presented to Sir James Stirling by Queen Adelaide; because once when she visited his ship, it was only by his quick action that she was saved from slipping. With these was a rather large polished wood box made from the tree which was felled by Mrs. Dance at the founding of the Settlement. There was an exact reproduction of the "Old Mill" at South Perth, which was used to grind the flour of the first settlers.

The Printing Press that printed the first copies of the West Australian newspaper was there. We were able to buy copies of the paper printed in June, 1831, which were being taken off as we waited.

One article in this interesting magazine read thus: Notice is hereby given that the new General Quarter Session of the Peace, for the Colony of Western Australia will be holden at Fremantle on Friday, the first day of July, Monday next, at nine of the clock in the forenoon. Dated the 7th June, 1831.

I think the loveliest section was the one that took up a whole wall, and was furnished with pieces of furniture and dummies dressed in the old-fashioned clothes. There was also a piano, over a hundred years old.

Many were the interesting souvenirs of the fir st Bank — ledgers, and many slips of official papers. There was even a chart with many of the land-builders" names on it. This was very interesting because of all the familiar names. There were also the charts proclaiming Stirling, the Governor of Western Australia.

There was one room which gave an idea of Fremantle as it was with the Dutch and English boats; around the room were cardboard figures (life-size ones) of soldiers from various periods, with a note about each one.

The Aboriginal section was very interesting.

Among other exhibits were some of the aboriginal weapons — digging sticks which the native women use to dig up bardies and yams, and are also used to kill snakes and lizards. There was also a millingstone which the natives use for grinding nardoo (a kind of flour) into small cakes. Nardoo is a very hard seed and has to be ground for hours to be fine enough to use. Also on display were boomerangs, woomeras, and spears.

After seeing all these things we went into another room where a film of Captain Stirling and his exploration up the Swan River was being shown.

This was the most educational part of the Exhibition, the script for the sound track being a letter of Captain Stirling describing every detail of the journey.

A pageant of Old and New fashions since 1800 to the present day was presented as a Grand Finale to the Historical Exhibition. The Parade was opened by the Lady Mayoress in the Perth Town Hall. The hostesses were dignified and stately in charming gowns of the last century.

The curtain was drawn back on a scene of a drawing room of the 19th Century. Playing the century old piano was a young lady, Dorothy Johnson (a past pupil of Loreto, Nedlands) dressed in a green velvet evening dress with big dollman sleeves of the early part of that century. The fashion parade began with the 1800's, the granddaughter of a pioneer was wearing a pink crinoline gown with a sweetheart neckline, tiny puffed sleeves and little flounces of net cascading down the front of the skirt which was held out by a hoop. 1830 presented a different style of dress — royal blue velvet, fitted bodice, with a narrow skirt not held by a hoop. Gowns of royal blue, yellow, grey and green, were shown with matching handbags, parasols, hats and bonnets. And so on, throughout the changing decades.

The Bussell Collection from Busselton was most interesting. The girls of the Bussell family had been noted for their tiny 18-inch waists. One evening dress of black velvet, fitted bodice, off shoulder neckline trimmed with coffee coloured lace, the skirt of which tapered at the back to an elegant train — still drew glances of admiration despite the difference of the 1955 styles. *

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This Historical Exhibition has been successful for us for we have learnt more from what we saw there than from all the history lessons on W.A. in our school life; and that we think was the object in mind of those who took us to see it.

JOAN MARKEY, MARGARET RINTOUL, JENIFER HEALY, PERPETUA CLANCY, Nedlands.

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SHADES OF YESTERDAY The peaceful grounds of Loreto, ""Osborne'", may seem a far cry from the early history of our State. They are, in fact, closely related to the discovery of Western Australia.

In the year 1497, Vasco Da Gama rounded the Cape of Good Hope. In doing so, he opened the route to the rich East Indies, and eventually brought about the discovery of the great unknown South Land.

Nearly two hundred years later, William de Vlaming, in the ""Geelvink" and two other vessels anchored off' a large island (to-day called Rottnest).

On 5th January, 1697, Vlaming, with eighty-six well-armed men, landed on the beach near the Murorup Rocks, at Cottesloe.

Walking eastward, they ascended a steep hill, which overlooked what Vlaming described as "a large basin of brackish water". They found traces of a native camp. A fire still burning, and a rough bough hut, showed signs of a hurried departure.

That hill is now, no doubt, Bindaring Avenue.

The Dutchmen camped near the fire for three days.

During that time they explored the surrounding district, and they proved the large basin of brackish water to be a river, which Vlaming named the Black Swan River (after those birds which were hitherto entirely unknown).

Osborne Parade is named after the royal residence of Queen Victoria on the Isle of Wight, in which she died in 1907.

The site of Loreto Convent has the distinction of being the first portion of the Perth area, on which white men are known to have trod, and also where eighty-sjx rough and ready Dutch sailors from the faraway ports of Amsterdam, Haarlem, Rotterdam, and others, slept for the first time on West Australian soil.

It was over two hundred and fifty-eight years ago, that the Australian bush echoed to the rough, uncouth voices of the Dutch seafarers.

To-day that site has become one of the principal schools in Western Australia. A place of learning and of happy memories!

JANE PIGGFORD (Form III), Claremont.

MANJIMUP Manjimup is a country town in the South-West of Western Australia. It has many different products including tobacco, apples, potatoes, cheese and butter. A few people have bee-hives and there are many sawmills. The countryside is covered by tall Karri and Jarrah trees. The tallest of these trees are 250 to 300 feet.

Twelve miles away is a very interesting picnic spot. It is called "One Free Bridge". The bridge there is really a tree which has fallen across the river. That bridge is now too old for use so a new

one has been built. Waterfalls further up the river make it still prettier. Nearby are found the ruins of a house in which Adam Lindsay Gordon lived.

In early September boronia and croyea bloom.

Boronia is found in swamp ground. There are different shades of boronia, brown, black, yellow and pink. Croyea grows in Karri country and usually grows better after bushfires. It is a white flower (sometimes pink) in the shape of a star. We always pick boronia and croyea for Flower Day each year.

MARGARET McCARTER (11).

Nedlands.

ROAST LIZARD During the May holidays, my sister Julie and 1 were invited to stay with our friends Mr. and Mrs. Lacy, at Wallal Downs.

This Station is about 130 miles from Port Hedland, and its western boundary is the Indian Ocean.

When cyclones come to this area, prevailing winds blow the sheep right out to sea, the tide comes in and hundreds are drowned. Many ways have been tried to stop this, but none has been successful; even fences are no use as they are always blown down during the early stages of the cyclone.

Julie and 1 rode 22 miles one day with four natives, while droving about a thousand sheep from one well to another. The natives seemed more keen on finding lizards than on droving sheep, and before we reached our destination they had caught a bungarra eight feet long.

After boiling the billy, the natives scraped away the embers, laid the lizard in the hot sand and covered it with ashes. They let it cook for about fifteen minutes, took it out and skinned it. Julie and I shared the tail, and the natives had the rest.

Once you have tasted roast goanna, you would never refuse it. It tastes just like rather strongly flavoured fish.

ROBIN MILLER (14), Nedlands.

AUSTRALIA — WHERE I BELONG Where the dingo howls through the lonely night, And t h e scent of the wattle is strong, And the g u m - t r e e s s w a y in the pale moonlight, That's w h e r e I belong.

Where the jackass laughs in the tall gum-tree, And the call of the bush is a song, And kangaroos hop with the wallaby, That's w h e r e I belong.

Where the s w a g m a n sits by the coolibah, And boils his tea so strong, And drovers sing, t h o u g h they've travelled far, That's w h e r e I belong.

FRANCES RYAN (Form III), Claremont.

L O R E T O

THE HUNTER RIVER VALLEY A.—PROSPERITY.

B.—ADVERSITY:

In 1797 a party of convicts escaped from Sydney and went northwards. Lieutenant John Shortland was detailed to go in search of them.

Sailing northwards, he came upon the entrance to a large harbour, into which flowed a fine river.

He landed at the mouth of this river, on a peculiar outcrop of rock now known as Nobby's. There his men made a momentous discovery — coal. The river, Shortland named the Hunter, and little did he know that the harbour was to become a great city, Newcastle — outlet for a vast hinterland of dairying country in the Hunter Valley.

The worst floods ever recorded in the history of New South Wales swept savagely across the country in mid-February this year. The catastrophe and the tremendous damage they caused are unimaginable to those who have not experienced the violence and tragedy they carry with them.

Inexperienced people have the idea that flood waters are calm and peaceful. Indeed they are not — they are raging, unmerciful torrents, full of anger, as they sweep across the countryside, tearing houses apart, taking lives and destroying productive farming lands.

From personal experience 1 write of the floods in the Hunter River Valley, especially about Maitland.* In this town alone, I know for a positive fact, that over one hundred people were drowned last February.

The districts towards the back of West Maitland still present a scene of devastation and ruin.

It was here that the river broke its banks and swept down Mt. Pleasant Street carrying with it twenty-one houses (some of them brick) out of the twenty-seven in this street. As the current swirled northward towards the long bridge, the houses were dashed up against this cement bridge where they broke in two. Some people were still piteously clinging to their homes while this was happening, only to be dashed off in a few moments into the raging torrents of flood water. This street was not the only one in which these tragedies happened.

Around the dairy farming area at Bulbenna the banks of the Hunter River broke again; this time destroying thousands of pounds worth of stock and grain. On going out to visit this area to-day one has to drive on a very muddy road with piles of silt seven or eight feet high on either side of the road. The part you can see of the country is only a mass of silt, and, in some places, water.

The few remaining farm houses left in this area are still embedded in silt past their window sills.

The breakage of the river banks here caused the flooding of the Maitland residential suburb of Lorn — an area which had never previously been flooded — also a number of smaller towns. It was said that the water raced through this area at over forty miles an hour.

Indeed I can say that early this year the legendary inland sea described by the explorers one hundred years ago had become a terrifying and piteous truth.

The pioneers came to the Hunter Valley over one hundred years ago, from England, Ireland and Scotland, to begin the task of converting the rough bush lands of the Valley into ordered pastures.

The bark hut was their first necessity and, though primitive, it served as shelter from the rain and heat until something better could be built.

Work, courage and isolation summed up their life.

Then, slowly but surely, the encircling bush withdrew its borders.

Farmers tried a number of experiments, but, as a community, they decided that dairying was the true and natural industry for tbe Valley. Up to 1875, for example, sugar cane was grown on the Lower Hunter, and a sugar mill had been in operation. Before 1866, most farmers had concentrated on the cultivation of wheat, but the rainy seasons of 1867 put an end to wheat-growing in the Lower Hunter, the disease of rust making its cultivation uneconomic. Gradually, the natural bent of the land asserted itself, and, bv the turn of the century, the dairying industry was permanently established in the Hunter Valley.

It was not long before farmers began to coinbine, and co-operative creameries and butterfactories to appear. In 1903 a co-operative company was formed at Raymond Terrace, on the Lower Hunter, and as time went on the other factories amalgamated with, or were bought out by this company. Thus the Raymond Terrace Company became the parent of the factories of to-day. The factory expanded quickly, and eventually entered the Sydney milk trade. Huge bulk milk tankers convey bulk milk to city depots, while lorries collect the milk and bring it to the factories. On the farms, the horse has been replaced by the tractor. Modern milking machines are widely used, enabling the farmer to milk more quickly. There is a high standard of living on the big farms.

FLOODS.

MARGUERITE KEOGH ( F o u r t h Year), Normanhurst.

Thus has the Hunter Valley advanced during one hundred years, and there is promise of greater prosperity in the years to come.

* Maitland is a C a t h e d r a l City. Its aged Bishop, the Most Rev. Dr. Gleeson, C.SS.R., showed w o n d e r f u l charity and fortitude in remaining with his people in their sufferings.

JEAN CUNNINGHAM (Third Year), Normanhurst.

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THE MACQUARIE IN FLOOD A.—NARROMINE.

B.—WARREN.

On the hanks of the Maequarie River about three hundred miles north-west of Sydney is situated the rapidly expanding town of Narromine. The Hood waters of 1950 also swept down this river; but, with the aid of high sand-bank levees, the town was protected. But this year the dark, turbulent waters defied the barriers and rushed unchecked up the main thoroughfare.

Seeing tin1 plight these inhabitants were in, friends from all over the town rushed to their aid.

It was here that Nature played an impish trick: the river again broke, about half a mile back, and the silly waters flooded the vacant homes of the charity workers. The waters spread until most of the town was covered. The hospital at the furthermost point from the river was surrounded by swirling water which failed to penetrate inside, rims Narromine again became the swamp that it was in the nineteenth century.

What a nightmare the people of our little home town went through early in March of this year! Many Western towns in New South Wales received a terrible visitation of destruction; but we are mostly concerned with Warren. This town, on the edge of the Western slopes, has a population of about five thousand. Never before in its history had the surging waters broken the levee banks. The river, which is the Maequarie, rose rapidly within a few days. While the men worked unceasingly on the levees, filling sand bags, the womenfolk worked on canteens providing the workers with food and drink.

A few miles out of town is a small creek known as the Backwater Canal. Its capacity for water at any time is not very large, but with the great volume of flood water it wrought untold damage.

Across it span the bridges on the main Peak Hill and Bogan Roads and the important NarromineParkes railway line. This railway line was absolutely destroyed. The on-rushing stream just lifted it up and curled it like a corkscrew, splitting the sturdy sleepers into match-sticks.

All during the floods and during the cleaningup time the sun shone brilliantly and the atmosphere was warm. The risk of colds and pneumonia was thus reduced, but pleurisy visited those who returned lo their homes while they were still damp.

During the time of the flood all the townspeople were moved and forced to live on the Showground.

As the waters subsided the repulsive work of cleaning-up began. All chairs, cushions and mattresses had to be stripped of their padding and re-covered the springs having first to be washed carefully. The carpets and mats had to he removed and washed thoroughly so that they were free from all the fetid mud; alt crockery and cutlery had to go through the same process, while wall-paper had to be removed and the walls scrubbed and re-papered or painted. Detergent had to be applied all over the gardens.

In these ways, and various others, the floods of 1955 were a great record-breaking menace, not onh to Narromine, but to at least half the State.

ROBYN HOG AN ( F o u r t h Year), Normanhurst.

We apologise if we show too much interest in the floods, but they w e r e a tragedy that saddened the school at N o r m a n h u r s t for several days while the country boarders waited for letters from home.

At eleven o'clock 011 Sunday morning some of these ladies were on their way to the levees with food, when somebody gave the terrifying alarm that they had been defeated by the muddy, rushing water. The water poured through several openings, and, within half an hour, the town was under three feet of water. In some parts it was six feet deep.

It was rushing in the doors and tumbling out the windows of the Housing Commission homes in one street. Families were evacuated to the two-storev buildings in the main street, and to the Convent School, which is built about three and a half feet from the ground. In some cases people rowed through their homes.

The people living away from the town were not as badly affected, but many land-owners lost miles of fencing and hundreds of valuable sheep.

Most properties had a good food supply, but some suffered a little. The Air Force had a Dakota Bomber dropping food in bags, but it usually reached earth in a mass of pulp.

We felt the disaster so badly because never before had we experienced water in our homes.

The Council of the town has spent a great deal of money in the last feu months building lasting levees around Warren. These should really make us safe in the f u t u r e ; for they are six feet high and about four yards wide across the top.

What one can do when one is forced to do it!

A woman who lived in the badly flooded area had a dread of snakes. But when the water first broke through the levees this panic-stricken woman, to get to her flooded home, fought her way through the swiftly flowing waters, among main water snakes.

Some people may think that the Australian people have to face terrible hazards, but we think that it was adversities like these that have gone into the making of our nation.

BEVERLEY NOONAN, MARY DENNETT ( F o u r t h Year), Normanhurst.

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QUEENSLAND SCENES A.—MOUNT ISA AND ITS URANIUM.

farming area is the Brisbane River, which enables irrigation for crops in the dreaded time of drought.

Here in the Brisbane Valley district, about fifty miles from the capital of the sunshine State, is one of Queensland's richest and most productive farming areas. On the less valuable country Hereford and Aberdeen Angus Cattle are grazed, while Jersey and lllawarra Ayrshire are fed 011 oats, so as to produce richer dairy products.

Lucerne is grown 011 the sandy area, but this country is really far too rich to grow lucerne. However, the history of Queensland tells us that one of the oldest residents grew lucerne 011 his property for years; then realised the waste of the good soil.

I bis property is named "Lucerne Park ".

That this is glorious country you soon realise after driving through it. seeing dairies amongst a crop of oats or peas, the cattle grazing 011 lucerne midst the surrounding grandeur and, at the end of the day, the richly beautiful sunset.

Uranium! What a sensation that one word caused in a large mining town in the north of Queensland. Hours later that word appeared in every newspaper in Australia, as front-page news causing another sensation. Finally, it attracted world interest and became world news.

This mining town, Mt. Isa, already important for its vast deposits of silver-lead ore, is beginning to forge its real destiny in the history not only of Australia, but of the world. Uranium is vitally important to-day in the process of splitting the atom. There is no doubt that the future history of the world will revolve around uranium and its byproduct — atomic energy.

Already a mining boom-town, owing its enormous industry and wealth to minerals, and employing thousands of men in its vast workings, Mt. Isa is now greeting this new wealth with an influx of new faces. Men of every profession and walk of life can be found there, all with the same idea and hope of success in their search for wealth and prosperity. Scientists, with their brilliant minds and intent faces, have invaded this town in the wilderness. In every face can be read that one word — uranium, which will change the cycle of so many peoples' lives. So vast are its resources and so gigantic its industry, that it has inflamed the town and its people with uranium madness.

MARGARET ELSON-GREEN

(15).

C.—FLOODS.

On the night of March 29th, there was great anxiety in Brisbane, for at twelve o'clock that night, the city was threatened by the Greatest Flood in history. The backwater had washed into the suburbs, and many people had to be evacuated from their homes.

By one o'clock the Post Office gauge read: 10 feet 7 inches, rising twelve inches an hour; the flood peak was then expected at three a.111.

There had been a growing fear that if the river broke its banks it would clash with the incoming tide and the result would be disaster.

However, the flood-waters racing towards the city from the rivers' mountain catch did not reach its peak in the suburbs until after eleven p.m.; ibis meant that the incoming tide would not come in contact with the flood waters.

The reason Brisbane was flooded was because the cyclone "Bertha"' lashed the coast all day Sunday. Within forty-eight hours ten inches of rain fell 011 hills and flats already saturated by earlv March rains. By Sunday night the flood-waters were hurtling down the river tributaries; heading towards the city of Brisbane. If the Somerset Dam had not been there to contain all this surplus water it would be frightening to imagine the results of this flood.

Imagine Mt. Isa in the old prospecting days, when men fresh from the British Isles and the Continent, shouldered their picks and shovels, worked side by side forgetting their differences.

Their one aim united them. Wandering forth into the wilderness and the rough country of North West Queensland they made their way into the heart of a wealthy and strategical part of this State. Life for them was hard and free. They worked in the hard soil all day, and then slept beneath the Southern Cross at night.

To-day the ever turning wheel of progress and science has not left Mt. Isa unchanged. She is a thriving town where her people live in a civilized fashion. The work is still hard, but safer and more pleasant. Scientists roving the country with their geiger counters form a familiar part of the landscape. These counters have taken the place of the pick and shovel. In such a short time Mt. Isa has grown to this extent owing to her silver-lead ore.

Think ahead fifty years, to what uranium will make of the town. It may become the most strategic point in Australia, shaping its destiny in the triumph of the free world.

Thus the floods of 1955 subsided leaving depressing scenes of desolation 011 every side.

Later perhaps, those harassed by the floods will be able to say when the land is itself again: "For flood and fire and famine" this our homeland Australia "pays us back threefold."

PATRICIA MACGROARTY (17).

B.—BRISBANE VALLEY DISTRICT.

Snuggled between Mt. England and Lowood Ranges are the fertile flats of the Brisbane Valley named Wivenhoe. On both sides of this black-soil

DESLEY KELLY (16)

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PORTLAND'S N E W HARBOUR

ABORIGINES IN THE NORTHERN TERRITORY (Australia)

In recent years, Portland has undertaken several new projects which will benefit not only the town itself but also the surrounding districts.

There are no deep-sea ports between Melbourne and Adelaide. Our harbour, when completed will serve as a port-of-call for ships from all over the world. They will carry away goods from the Western District, Wimmera, Malice and the east of South Australia.

A plan for the construction of an '"allweathers" harbour is now being carried out. The first stage is to provide shipping with a protected berth. The harbour is to be partially enclosed with two breakwaters. The first, already begun, runs due north from Battery Point for over four thousand feet. Huge rocks are brought in from Cape Grant. The quarry is right on the edge of the cliff. Stone is blasted out with dynamite and detonators and shovelled up by a powerful machine into the waiting Eclids (large tip-trucks). It is then carried along the newlv-made road to Lady Bay. Here the trucks descend to the sea-level down a road cut into the side of the cliff. On reaching the breakwater at Battery Point the load is tipped into the sea. All day a continuous stream of these trucks bring loads of stone or earth and already a large area has been reclaimed. When the formation is completed, the work will be concreted. Two oil-berths will be provided for tankers and there will be several wharves for cargo steamers.

It is little more than a century since the Hentys settled at Portland and devoted themselves to farming and sheep-raising in addition to their whaling activities. With what interest would they watch the rapid development of "Portland Bay" in recent years and how heartily would thev approve of this Harbour Scheme.

Slow but definite progress is being made in improving the conditions of full-blooded aborigines in the Northern Territory. At present there are fourteen thousand of these aborigines in the Territory, and everything possible is being done to save them from extinction, and to assimilate them into the general community. Only lately there has been a policy declared by the Federal Government concerning the education, improvement of health, and standard of living of the aborigines. This policy was recommended by the present Minister for Territories, who, while abroad, heard much criticism of Australia's treatment of the natives.

The criticism was justified when applied to the pre-war and immediately post-war periods. Northern Territory aborigines were then employed on cattle stations for 5/- a week. 'Flic food was a hunk of beef or damper, and what was saved from the scraps from the manager's table; and the accommodation was, very often, the nearest shady tree. Little was done to care for their health.

Since then there has been a gradual improvement in their treatment, particularly during the last three or four years. The problems now being tackled are:—Improving their health, their employment conditions and opportunities; their standard of living; their education; the acceptance by the white population.

One or two years ago, the Health Department recommended that full health surveys of the natives should be carried out, not only to avoid the possible extinction of natives in the Territory, but to prevent the danger of spreading native diseases to the ever-growing white population. This policy was carried out and the surveys are nearly finished.

Doctors are making monthly routine checks by aerial ambulance, of all natives and whites in the Territory's outback. Dental treatment is free and dentists also make regular visits to the outback to treat whites and natives.

Before the whites intervened in their lives, the aborigines lived a completely nomadic existence, but, when the white man came, they were crowded into missions and settlements and around cattle stations. The natives were not forced into settlements; they were drawn there because they liked the easy life and the issue of such commodities as tea, flour, sugar and tobacco. They became increasingly dependent on the whites, and to-day they eat. sleep and live in small tin shanties, six or seven feet high.

On the whole, they are a happy-go-lucky race.

When young, they are quite clever in school, but as a general rule, leave at an early age. There is an occasional one like Namatjira, the great artist, who shows talent amounting to genius.

JOYCE KNIGHT (14 Years).

Portland.

THE HOLY SOULS

The Juniors were having vegetable trouble.

After many days of coaxing and urging, the little ones had just become initiated into the heroic act of offering them up for the Holy Souls. There was a lull in the chatter at dinner time: " O h ! " said one of the heroines, "What would the Holy Souls do without vegetables?" *

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PUFFING BILLY

Children going home by train which stopped frequently on a steep incline.

1st Girl: "I don't think we'll ever get home."

2nd Girl: "No. the poor driver must be puffed."

KERRY SHIELS ( F o u r t h Year), Kirribilli.

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LORETO CONVENT, DAWSON STREET, BALLARAT, VIC. PREFECTS Left:

E.

Davies,

P.

Quinlan,

P. Brown,

E. Taffe

(Head),

SENIOR SCHOOL Back

R o w : E . D a v i e s , C. G r a c e , E . C u n n i n g h a m , N. Donnelly, A. S u t h e r l a n d , M. M e e n y , E . T a f f e , A. D a v i s o n , M. E l l i o t t , P . B r o w n .

F o u r t h R o w : G. N i c h o l s o n , D . M u l l e r , H . S a l t e r , P . D r e w , N . S h e r r i t , S. N i c h o l s o n , M . M a r t i n o , C. K e n n e d y , N. Hood.

T h i r d R o w : B . M a t t h e w s , L. G e m m o l a , F . M c L e o d , E. E l l i o t t , B . G o o d w i n , M. B e r g i n , V. K i n c a d e , A. Davies, J . K e r r i n s , A. R e .

S e c o n d R o w : M . T a f f e , M. R e i d y , K . H a y e s , A. B r a d l e y , P . Q u i n l a n , M. C a l l a g h a n , N. R u i z r o k , C. T u d d e n h a m , J . M c A r d l e , M. F i t z p a t r i c k .

F r o n t R o w : R . H i g g i n s , M . C o o k e , N. S h e e h a n , D . K e o g h , R . P i t t a r d , M. H y n e s , C. P r o u t , M . S a v e n i j e , M. B a r r y , B. N a j i m , T. T u p p e n .

TENNIS GROUP B a c k ( L e f t to R i g h t ) : P . B r o w n ( B a l l a r a t S c h o o l g i r l C h a m p i o n 1954-55), E . D a v i e s , N. D o n n e l l y , C. G r a c e , A. Sutherland.

F r o n t : M. B e r e i n , P . Q u i n l a n , M. C o o k e .

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MIDDLE SCHOOL

VIC.

(Top)

B a c k R o w : M. M o r r i s o n , F . C a l l a g h a n , M. T u p p e n , V, B o g n e r , T . J a n s e n , K . H o b b y , C. C a l l a g h a n , D. P a d d l e , M. D a r s y , U. R a i n e .

F o u r t h R o w : D. T a y l o r , C. R u i z , D. D o b b i e , M. C o o p e r , L. H a y , D. G e m m o l a , J. D i a m o n d , J. M o r r i s o n , J. B r y a n t , S. H o w a r d , J. Braybrook.

T h i r d R o w : G. W a r d , K . C o u g h l a n , M. S c o t t , B . C h a m , K. S t r a c h a n , H . B r y o n s , S. O ' N e i l , F . K i n c a d e , E. K e n n e d y . C. S t r a c h a n , R. A d a m s o n s , B. P o r t e r .

Second R o w : F . C a l l a g h a n , M. S h e e h a n . P. W e b s t e r , M. D o n o v a n , P. W e b s t e r , R. W i l s o n . J. F i n d l a y , F. C a v a r r o , M. Donovan, B. A d a m s o n s , C. D u g g a n , C. W e r t s .

F r o n t R o w : L. R a i n e , M. Q u i n l a n , F . Cook, R. B i r c h , D. S k i n n e r , M, B o r g i o r n o , S. M o r n s , S. U p i n a l i s , J. W o l s c h o t s , P . N a j i m .

M. H e a l y , M. D i a m o n d , M. Nichols, M. P i t t a r d .

A b s e n t : M. Cooke. I. U p i n a l i s .

JUNIOR

SCHOOL

Back R o w : M. D o b s o n . J . P o n t e f r a c t , G. T o r p y , P. R u g g , G. S t r a c h a n , L. C l a r k e , K . D a v i s c n , A. S c o t t , E . B r y a n t , R. N a j i m , J T a y l o r , P. S p r i n g , D. H i c k e y .

F i f t h R o w : D. M c C u l l o c h , P . W o o d f o r d , G. C a s e y , S. S t r a c h a n , N. G a v i n , M. G u r r i e , M. P o r t e r , M. W e b s t e r , D. G a l l a g h e r , M. K e a r n e y , M. P o w e l l , M. W a r d , D. N a j i m , M. G r e e n .

F o u r t h R o w : T . C a l n i n , M. Lillis, C. W a r d , A. B o n g i o r n o , H . H a r m a n , M. D u f f y , M. B e d f o r d , M. H u g h e s , J . L y n c h , F. J o n e s .

C. P r u n t y , R. W i l l i a m s , E . C o n d o n , D. D ' A r c y , G. D ' A r c y , M. S t a h l .

T h i r d R o w : P. C o o k , L. M c N a m a r a , C. H a y , K . L o r e n s i n i , A. H u l e t t , G. M u i r , J . O ' L o u g h l i n , G. L o r e n s i n i , G. B r o o k s , S. Nicholls, C. C a l l a h a n , C. J a m e s , A. Rice, R. O ' N e i l l , P. H a r m a n .

S e c o n d R o w : P. T o b i n , P. B o n g i o r n o , P . O ' D o n n e l l , C. T o b i n , B. O ' L o u g h l i n , P. D ' A r c y , M. P i t z e n , T. C a n n , B. S c h i p p e s , D. Pell, R. S c o t t , B. D u f f y , A. W o o d f o r d , P. H a n r a h a n , K. S k i n n e r , J. P o w e l l .

F r o n t R o w : G. D o w n e s . M R a t c l i f f e , H . B r o o k s , M. P a n a r e l l o . C. B i r c h , M. T o r p v , D. M c D e r m o t t , G. D a n i e l s

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S p r i n g s of

Happiness

HOME AT

ships and, above all, serious work and mental stimulus. A course of Kantian philosophy left me feeling that there must be something far more perfect. Other German philosophers were utterly depressing, even the learned and egregious Spengler.

Goethe, the exception, opened the door to the very possibilities I sought, not only through bis own beautiful poetry and philosophy, but because he left with me the feeling that he, too, had failed to find what he yearned for, though he knew that it was there. "Stay awhile; thou art so f a i r ! " His last words were "more light'*.

English literature impressed me only with a great love of Shakespeare and many of the lyric poets, and an aesthetic appreciation of the language itself. In French literature, I found a medium in which I could work tirelessly. There was so much ground to cover, so much to stimulate the mind and a classic beauty and purity of form in the language, which never fails to interest and enthrall me.

'"You have not chosen Me but I have chosen you."

I, the convert, am aware of the truth of these words. If I am to tell the story of my conversion.

I must go back to my early childhood, where the foundations of my own personality were laid, though the actual summons to embrace the Faith did not come until my seventeenth year.

GROUNDING IN SACRED SCRIPTURE

As a young child in a family of adults, 1 was old-fashioned and fond of speculation. The mystery of my own ego was paramount and vet subject to the all-enveloping Presence of God, Author of my small being and vet apart, infinite and everlasting.

Back, back I would go, trying to visualise the Eternal and then, in the limits of thought, the frustration of human power. Nothing short of Truth itself could ever satisfy such a curiosity.

Later I was to learn how Augustine had solved the same problem. In the years that followed, a real thirst for knowledge kept me from dwelling too closely on the sadder aspects of life. Music, poetry, literature and history and later modern languages and fine art filled my mind with interest and hard work.

I had been baptised an Anglican and attended regularly at Church services and Sunday-school, finally teaching there from the age of fourteen, and singing twice a day on Sundays in the choir.

My mother gave me an excellent working knowledge of the Bible, particularly of the New Testament and the Psalms, interpreted along individualistic lines and I think that all the time I was absorbing this knowledge, I was subconsciously trying to reconcile theory with logical research and T knew there was a huge discrepancy somewhere.

FAILURE OF GERMAN

LAST

FRENCH AND SPANISH

I had always been trained to regard the Catholic Church as the enemy of true Christianity, an oppressor of moral liberty, a vast and efficient organisation, surviving from medieval machiavellianism and still constraining the minds of her unfortunate adherents. Spiritually, she was to me a dark, formless shape, the very ground of opposition and yet — and yet — I was curious, too.

The historic sense of which I spoke is a projection of mind and imagination into the past, combining people of all races, periods and cultures into one vast continuous and united panorama, in which the Middle Ages were at that time gradually supplanting the ancient world in my interest.

We stern Europe became my special study, and in French literature from the origins to the modern day, I found my joy. ] But other voices were calling now, voices T had never heard before, from far down the Western Peninsula. Saint Teresa of Avila, Saint John of the Cross, and Fray Luis de Leon roused my heart and mind to a greater fervour than the death of Roland at Roncesvalles. The first breath of Catholic love and devotion stirred in me when I read the Spanish sonnet, "No me mueve, mi Dios, para quererte."

I sensed the imperious, irresistible personality of the great Saint Teresa as she pointed the way to the "Seven Mansions of the Soul", with

PHILOSOPHY

1 had always a keen sense of historic values and had stored up treasures from most of the old civilisations, especially the Golden Age of Greece, which gave me some basis for comparison and the promise of a fuller and more logical spiritual existence, one which would harmonise with the experiment of daily life. By the age of seventeen, though outwardly a bright and happy girl, I was mentally uneasy and walked often on the brink of terrifying uncertainty.

Then in 1930 University life impacted with its hopes and disillusionments, bringing new friend-

THE AUTHOR — From a 'practising' Anglican, Mrs. John Dunphy was led to the Church largely through University studies, mainly philosophy, French language and an acquaintance with the Spanish mystics. She has found spiritual strength and solace in the rearing of a Catholic family. The eldest child, Jocelyn, is a Novice in Mary's Mount, Ballarat.

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so much grace, such superhuman love and conviction. The first chord had been struck.

And now the incarnate figure of Our Lord began to emerge more clearly from the penumbra of my thoughts, as 1 began to realise that it was a personal love of Jesus Christ which was required for the practice of the Christian life. How extraordinarily true this is! Having signified dimly that I desired to love Him, I was given the opportunity and the grace to become a member of His Mystical Body. "Ask and you shall receive". "If any man love Me, I and the Father will come to him", and He makes no rules about the quality of our love, just that it be sincere.

Unknown to me, the French professor* had been taking Catholic instruction and she asked me if I were a Catholic, as my tutorials reflected a great interest in the doctrine. We decided to pursue the study of French literature 011 a Catholic and philosophical basis in our private tutorials and for comparison we even considered Confucius, Buddha and Mahomet.

Never were Kenan and Voltaire put to such good use. We used their fallacies to buttress our new-found strength and we studied heresies of the early Church just to see where they failed.

However. Our Lord knew how little I could achieve single-handed, against growing family opposition and the call of the world. At this stage I met the young man I was later to marry and I soon discovered that he was a Catholic from a family of six children, three of whom are now in Religion. I was too shy to tell him about my changing beliefs, but after a few weeks the matter inevitably' came up for discussion.

So strong had my initial training been, that I still considered myself bound to offer the Protestant point of view, but it was only a token resistance, and I suddenly realised with great joy the meaning of all the study of the preceding months and what was now expected of me. It is amusing to note that my studies up to this point had been purely "in the labyrinthine ways of my own mind".

I had never even visited a Catholic Church. The Real Presence was an abstract idea to nie; something to discuss in an argument.

Now at last I was to experience the sense of welcome that waits iu every Catholic Church. We walked towards the main porch of Saint Marv's Cathedral and 1 was quaking inside, but eager to be there, too. Up the long aisle I looked, straight at the Tabernacle, and I knew I was home at last, after hundreds of years of exile. ("Your ancestors have been Protestant since the Reformation.''* Poor ancestors! May you rest in peace!)

PARENTS' OPPOSITION

That was August 18. 1930. IYly mother, alarmed at the turn things were taking, offered me a Catholic catechism given her long ago, so that I could see * Dr. Margaret Clarke.

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the error of my ways. That penny catechism clarified the whole situation. I should have had it sooner. On September 16, I began to take instruction from a Redemptorist priest and attended my first Mass on October 8. but I did not go to Benediction until November 9.

A remarkable feature of the matter is that, although I soon refused, as a conscientious objector, to teach in the Sunday-school, I continued for some months to attend the Communion service, giving it up only when it became meaningless and insupportable to me.

At this stage family opposition was considerable and continued strongly until the end of June.

1933, when my father suddenly relented and gave mt' permission to be received into the Church, which was a great grace to me, as 1 did not wish to defy my parents 011 attaining my majority, the only course otherwise open to me. It was a great mercy, as I was to lose my father the following year.

All this time, I bad been working very hard at the University, absorbed in literature, both modern and medieval. The joyous faith of an old Latin sequence or the nostalgic lilt of a Crusader's "Hegret", could transport me across the centuries to France in the Age of Faith, raising her great soaring cathedrals to the greater glory of God. poems in stone and stained glass, built to the tapping of hammer 011 chisel and the twang of a Trouveres vielle.

I was studying music also as well as my religion, and every aspect of this liberal education showed

L O R E T O

In frequent approach to the Sacraments and in the Real Presence, in constant reading of the New Testament (particularly the four Gospels and Saint Paul), and in the lives and writings of the Saints and Doctors of the Church every weak and striving soul will gain strength and inspiration.

Each must choose according to bis taste and temperament, but in these difficult days, Dom Marmion, Caryll Householder and Thomas Merton are shining lights. Saint Therese summed up all learned doctrine in her "little way of abandon — the complete and utter confidence of a sleeping child. "In te speravi, Domine. Dixi, Tu es Deus meus; in manibus Tuis tempora mea."

Many year's ago, my husband's- brother, a Redemptorist priest, who was passing through Perth on bis way to Rome, gave me, on my 19th birthday, a book of Father Vernon Johnson's, and 011 the dv-leaf he wrote: "May this story of a child of 'Little Therese' help you in your fight for the faith that is of Evangelists and Doctors, Prophets and Apostles, and of the simplest children of God.*'

me the Church as the custodian of all art and culture as well as the Pillar and Ground of Truth.

All philosophy was now contained for me in Divine Revelation, and I began to inherit riches from the Church's great storehouse of grace, as I began to learn something of the lives of the Saints — Augustine of Hippo, Bernard of Clairvaux, Thomas Aquinas, Teresa of Avila, Francis de Sales, Alphonsus Liguori — to name but a few who influenced me at that time. As the years go 011, my only wish is to learn more from this great inspirational source, the Communion of Saints.

HAPPY DAY OF SUBMISSION

I can never forget the wonderful jov and grace of those days, June 26 and 27, 1933, when I was at last received into the Church and made my first Confession, and next morning made my first Holy Communion, at a Mass which was said especially for me. I was surrounded by loving kindness and affection and my heart was overflowing with spiritual fervour. Many of these good friends have since passed to their reward, and are now on my list of the dead. May they and both my parents rest in peace!

Ibis should be the end of my story, but it was in reality only the beginning. God has sent five daughters into our home, the eldest of whom He has already called to His own service in Religion.

The greatest comfort I have had in bringing up mv family has been that we are all safe in the knowledge and love of God. Such qualities as we could have hoped to see in them, viewed from a worldly aspect of natural goodness and honour, have been trustfully besought at the throne of grace itself and the supernatural favours we have received descend as shining beams of light radiating from the Holv Spirit.

FACETS OF SPIRITUAL

JOYCE DUNPHY. [Our t h a n k s to the Editor of the W.A. Record for the loan of the stereo, and for permission to reprint Mrs. D u n p h y ' s article which we have slightly abridged.—Ed. Loreto.]

A SODALITY INCIDENT On Sunday, 12th June, the members of the Sodality of Our Lady, accompanied by our Director, visited the old people at the Home of the Little Sisters of the Poor at Glendalough.

We went to visit the ladies first, and were deeply touched by the warm welcome we received.

We stayed for nearly an hour in their large sittingroom; one girl played the piano, and others sang— the Irish airs were the most popular — while the remainder of us walked about among the old people and talked. The atmosphere was friendly and informal, and we soon felt very much at home.

Next we visited the sick wards, and were most moved by the wonderful spirit of resignation among the old people there, some of whom had been in bed for several years. We sang, and talked to everyone we saw — some had most interesting histories.

Finally, we went to the old gentlemen's sittingroom, where we were greeted enthusiastically. We sang more songs and talked for as long as possible, and were sorry when time came to leave. We were all delighted with the feeling of peace and happiness among all the old people.

To end the day we enjoyed a lovely afternoon tea served by the Sisters and then sang at Benediction, which was given by our Director. We were greatly impressed by the kindness and understanding which the Little Sisters show towards the old people, and admired the organisation of the Home.

LIFE

All our difficulties and disappointments are God's means of testing us, children and parents alike, in order to bring us to a fuller understanding of His Will. Human failings, sickness of body and weariness of mind are all contained in and expiated by the sufferings of Christ and all the joys and sorrows of the day must be accounted for and put into His Hands at night.

I must add a word of warning for new converts only. The first conversion is a joyous thrill of the reason and the intellect. Faith is there indeed, but it is such a tender new-born babe, like the Christ Child Himself. We, too. need Mary to watch over Him and to keep Him strong and wTell in our souls.

The great adventure of the second conversion comes when, long after the charm of novelty has passed and perhaps on the farther side of a wide and lonely desert of spiritual dryness, the soul begins to try to forget self, and to search for Christ Himself. At this stage I can only refer to the sources where the saints seek strength and comfort.

Claremont.

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JOSEPHINE DUNPHY (Leaving) Daughter of Mrs. J. Dunphy

L O R E T O

INTRODUCTION TO THE BIBLE AARON enters, vested as a Bishop, and his staff bears fruit and flowers to symbolize the odour of salvation and the wiping away of our tears at death — be is a type of Christ, the Great High Priest.

This year we are producing a Morality Play, "Adam", translated from Anglo-Norman hv Father J. W. Doyle, S.J. Apart from our interest in the Play itself and the excitement of acting it, we have made a very interesting discovery: the Bible has come to life for us. Adam and Eve are real people and we are not only acting their parts, we arc Adam and Eve. We love God for His goodness and for all He has given to us. But the Devil is real, too, and this Play, by portraying bis subtle tempting of Adam and Eve, makes us realize more fully the power of Satan over man. If they found it impossible to resist temptation, how can we resist? As Eve says:

"Out of my stock is such a shoot to spring As will do Satan ill *

This saving prison."

Adam

from

"They that are Masters of the Law. In bad faith they will kill him: Against justice, Against right.

They will set him like a thief upon a cross. * * * *

And by His power will d r a w us out of Hell."

But in the meantime the struggle between Good and Evil is enacted dramatically by Cain and Abel, and we are both in turn. We are generous with Abel, desiring to give God of our best, but selfish with Cain, desiring to keep the best for ourselves, and so the struggle goes 011. We see the consequences of the sin of Adam and Eve in the murder of Abel by his brother, Cain. But yet again there is a note of hope . . . It is sounded down through the ages between the Fall and the Redemption by the Prophets. And now the Play introduces a procession of Prophets. How shadowy have these figures been before, and now how real!

ABRAHAM is the first to appear. He is an old man with a long beard and flowing robes. He relatethe story of the sacrifice of his son Isaac and God s reward for his obedience:

But God will have mercy on poor Adam And deliver him from sin."

BALAAM is an old man seated on an ;iss: "Out of Israel is Christ to come, A bright star Bringing light to all."

Next, a grave and dignified young man called DANIEL foretells the corning of Christ and pleads with the Jews: "It is Christ that 'Holy' means T h r o u g h Him shall the faithful all have life.

Against Him will your race make war."

HABACUC, an old man, describes the birth of Christ in a manger:

"There shall come for me Such an Heir as will conquer all His foes, So strong He'll be and potent."

"In a cradle cut out of hard stone S h e p h e r d s shall find Him, Where cattle eat corn.

Then to Kings He'll show Himself."

*

By Him shall all the world be saved, And Adam set free from pain.

Through Him a blessing for men of every nation."

JEREMIAS then appears and addresses the tribe of Juda. He gives them good advice about how to live:

MOSES is next, a stall' in his right hand and the Tables of the Law in his left.

"Let your minds be set upon good, And evil have no place therein.

Do that And God will come And dwell among you — The Son of God, The Glorious One Come down to e a r t h to you —

"From amongst our b r e t h r e n .

Out of the Law, God shall raise up a man.

And He a P r o p h e t — Him you should believe more than

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draw

SOLOMON enters, also dressed as a king. He condemns the Jews for their wickedness. He s a y s that God will have mercy on the just and foretells the death of Christ on the Cross:

"And yet is my hope in God: For this sin will t h e r e be reconciliation God will give us back His grace . . .

His presence, too . , .

*

shall

"God will be b o u n t i f u l to us: Our land will yield wheat, And of that w h e a t ' s flour The Bread that's to save the sons of Eve —

But there is a note of hope:

*

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Fruit

The young prophet, DAVID, then appears, robed and crowned as a king. He tells 11- of the goodness of God.

"My misdeed, My great mischance Our seed will dearly pay for it."

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me."

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L O R E T O The Lord of Heaven with you Like a mortal man.

Adam He shall d r a w f r o m bondage, In ransom His own Body give."

Finally ISAIAS, the greatest of prophets, appears:

the

JESUS MEETS HIS MOTHER ON THE WAY TO CALVARY He came to her Not as He came at Nazareth or Bethlehem; He came to her — Salus Infirmorum — With His Flesh hanging off Him. Once He had torn His robe, she remembered, As a boy in Nazareth, On a nail in the workshop of Joseph.

He came to her now.

From the workshop of the world's redemption.

And He came to her for the healing of her love and faith in Him, In the Criminal staggering under the Cross of execution Whom the mob hated (They had to give Him police protection); He came to her He Who was God, He came to her, her Son; This was her Son. You would think she would hate us for this, Or at least despise us for our courird's part In shouting with the mob.

But she saw Jesus And she saw us His brothers.

Saw the endless bruised and bleeding faces of men, His brothers to the end of time.

She reached out her hands to heal, Salus infirmorum.

Feast of Our Lady of Lourdes.

literary

"From his stock will Jesse m a k e a shool come forth, Bearing a flower w o r t h y of great honour."

He is challenged in his speech hv a Jew. Isaias tells him he is sick with wickedness and continues his prophecy: "Behold The Virgin shall conceive in her w o m b And bear a Son Whose n a m e will be E m m a n u e l .

Near is the time — It is not f a r off. *

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The F r u i t of Life she will bear, Jesus, Our Saviour, And she will d r a w Adam f r o m his great grief And set him back in Paradise."

It can he seen that the whole period between the creation of the world and the birth of Our Lord is filled in with great clarity and skill by the anonymous author of "ADAM". He must have had a magnificently clear and deep knowledge of the Bible, and we are experiencing the truth of Father Martindale's words about this play: "It is the best introduction to the Bible in English."

— M.V.,

VALERIE GUTHRIE, ELIZABETH FOLEY, (Leaving),

Loreto Abbey, Ballarat.

Nedlands.

THE CIBORIUM

PRAYER BEFORE THE HOLIDAYS (Composed

by a member

(Before Holy Communion)

of Y.C.S.J

Cold cup!

Wrought to beauty by unheeding hand; Counts thv worth

Dear Lord, the holidays will be here in a few days'1 time. They will be a welcome break, as I am getting rather tired of school. Besides, it's such a long time since I've seen all the family. No doubt you know what it's like, too, Lord, to be homesick, as you must have missed Mary and Joseph a great deal when you were teaching away from home.

In cold coin who cannot understand.

Warm nest!

Whence Heaven's Pelican will soon take wings, Cradling Love,

I want to have fun these holidays, Lord, and I know you want me to have fun, too. But let me think, while I'm having my fun, that I can offer it all up to You. It seems queer to think that I can please you just as much, Lord, by offering up my fun to You, as by offering up my schoolwork, which is such a cross to bear. Please, Lord, watch over me during the holidays — keep me from danger of both body and soul. ( And please, Lord, do let the weather be fine.)

— Amen.

Thou harbourest ineffable things!

Cold heart: Flame! craving Edens yet to come.

Dare Thy flight Winged love, heart's warmth will fold Thee home.

— M.X.,

Loreto Abbey, Mary's Mount.

St. Mary's Hall.

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MOMENTS OF LIGHT 1.—JOY.

2.—SORROW.

The evening came in very clear and bright with a slight breeze blowing across the hills to the little village where Peter was preparing the evening meal for John and himself.

She had heard that there was to be another of those crucifixions. Veronica was a lady in everv way and she did not like to join the crowd when it followed a condemned man to his death. To-day's victim was a Galilean. They called Him, Jesus.

Hearing the noise of the multitude, Veronica went to investigate. Looking down the narrow street she saw the Man. Though voung in years.

He looked old with pain. He lurched along, under a heavy, wooden cross, swaying like a drunkard.

He seemed to be wearing some kind of crown made of thorns. It sank deep into His head, sending streams of blood down His parchment-like face. He had obviously been scourged, for red stripes were visible all over the torn, bleeding body.

Veronica wondered how a man in His state of exhaustion could still be alive, and her womanly heart filled with pity for this poor wreck. Swiftly she went inside her house and brought out a towel of fine white linen. She would relieve this poor sufferer by wiping His broken, bloody face.

As the crowd approached, she saw Him fall, and then the soldiers prodded Him with their spears and forced Him to rise. A young Jew was made to help the Sufferer with the cross.

Veronica saw the agony in those poor eyes and she saw the mercy and love which thev contained for the hostile faces around. Battling through the crowd. Veronica reached Him and held her perfumed towel to His dirty, bleeding face.

She knew then, even as the soldiers pushed her back into the crowd that He was more than a carpenter from Nazareth. Ibis condemned Man was her Lord and Master. Veronica held her towel tightly as she watched the crowd and its central figure disappear down the narrow street.

Inside, she reverently laid her towel 011 the table - He was gone. He would die. But she would never forget Him. As she opened the towel, to her joy and amazement, Veronica saw His Sacred Countenance imprinted 011 the fine, white linen.

Now she knew that He loved her. He wanted her. He knew her as she wanted to know him. At that same hour Veronica found faith.

John was younger than Peter and thus full of life and fervour at the beginning of each new day.

Although he was five feel nine, he seemed a mere hoy beside Peter the six feet two.

Peter was whistling inerrilv as he served out their food. John was humming quietly to himself and the whole atmosphere seemed one of expectancy.

The meal over, they went out into the evening.

John was first onto the beach and he and Peter climbed into their fishing boat. As soon as they were far enough out they began to fish. Finally after five hours of waiting, Peter told John to come and help him draw in the nets; they had caught nothing, thev would have to go home.

It was cold and, as they neared the shore, dawn was breaking. In the half light they noticed a tall young man dressed in white coming towards them. When they came near enough to the shore to hear Him, He ordered them to go back and cast their nets once again. Peter objected they had already been fishing and caught nothing, he said.

Yet there was something that made them obey Him and again they turned for the deep with the Stranger in the boat.

They had hardly put their nets in the water when they began to (ill with fish. Flic two drew in their nets, so full that they called to a nearby ship to help them.

John looked happilv down at the fish and watched the Strange Man pick up one of them.

The fish's body gleamed in the sunlight. It wriggled as though it was trying to get inside the Stranger's cloak and be a! home. The Stranger put the little fish back in the lake and watched it swim slowly awav.

Sailing back, the water seemed so peaceful and calm. The rising sun was shining down 011 the water, sending its golden ravs across the lake as far as the eve could see. The Man stood motionless with His fair hair blowing in the gentle breeze.

The birds were still calling and flying in the c kv.

ANNETTE McSWINEY (15).

Mary's Mount.

SILENCE

When the boat reached the shore John said to Peter: "It is die Lord." At this, Peter fell down on his knees in the boat and adored the Stranger.

Jesus said to him: "Simon, from this day forward, vou shall catch men.*

Waters of silence, flood my thirsting soul!

Engulf within thy depths each idle word, That t r u t h and charity may flourish there, And midst thy flow God's Voice alone be heard.

— M.D., Normanhurst.

Peter and John returned to the town and this was the morning of the m w da\ of the world.

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Phis entry was by a girl of my own age.

Simple, yet deep in religious fervour, it was entitled "Day of Prayer ". It depicted a Mother and Child kneeling before a Crucifix. Beside it, the other entries of Easter Fairies and Bunnies appeared futile and without meaning. I had not been courageous enough to produce a religious subject for a secular newspaper, but this changed my attitude.

The next Easter I sent in two drawings, one, a Head of Christ; the other a scene after the Resurrection. However, they arrived too late, but Possum sent me a note of thanks and congratulation.

Last Christmas, Possum asked me to do a Nativity scene for the special edition of the "Mail" published on Christmas Eve. One afternoon was spent in this pen-drawing, but I was not completely satisfied with the hair of the Child-Madonna. However, the Editor must have been, as I received two lilac certificates and a postal note for 10/6.

This Easter, Possum asked for permission to use my "Head of Christ" which had been too late for the previous year. I told him of my intention to do something better. He agreed. I wanted to draw a stained-glass window of the Crucifixion.

I set to work, but after about an hour I abandoned the idea of the stainedglass window. It wouldn't work. I began to be depressed. I made a fresh start and succeeded.

It wasn't exactly what I wanted, but it would have to do. My Art Teacher suggested that I include the map of Australia to make the drawing more personal and symbolic of the fact that Christ is dying for the world of to-dav as well as for that of nearly two thousand years ago. I also hoped that someone might be influenced by this drawing as I had been by the "Day of Prayer".

A few days after the publication of my Crucifixion I received two lovely letters of congratulation.

One was from the children in Grade IV of a public primary school, thanking me for drawing it and saying that they had cut out the picture and put it in their social studies book. The other note was from a non-Catholic who came to Australia from England a year ago. He also is interested in Art, particularly in religious art.

I am very grateful to my Teacher for her help, to Richard King for his inspiration, and to Possum for giving me the block of this drawing for the Loreto Magazine.

THE STORY OF THIS PICTURE This is no account of the Crucifixion. That story has been told too beautifully and succintly to require repetition: "Now there stood by the Cross of Jesus, His Mother".

I am merely telling how I came to draw this picture. In First Year I began to love horses and wanted to draw them. With the help of cuttings from the racing page of the paper, I studied the build of horses. Possum's Page for Children in the Sunday Mail interested me. I filled in an entry form and duly received a Membership Card. Immediately, I sent in a head of a horse, my first, and a head of a girl. Neither of these were printed but I won two Blue Certificates.

Later, on the same day as the Marian Procession in Adelaide, my first picture was printed. Drawings by other children were mostly of fairies, so I sent in a fairy and received my first lilac certificate.

In the Easter of 1953, the winning entry of a "Mail" Competition for which I had entered, was a religious subject and very appropriate to the season.

BEVERLEY DOBSON (16), Marryatville.

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VICTORIA

R o w : M a u r e e n L y o n s , M a r g a r e t H u d s o n , H e l e n U e b e r g a n g , E i l e e n G u r r y , M a r g a r e t G a s h , L o i s M o s i n g , M a u r e e n Lovell, Nola U e b e r g a n g , F r a n c e s T o y e , A n g e l a Carroll, C a r m e l U e b e r g a n g , M a u r e e n W a l s h , Sally L e i g h t o n .

Fourth Row: Marlene Kempton. M a r g a r e t Gurry, Anne Turnbull, Lorraine Peacock, Sandra Green, Maureen Buchan, Margaret Cummins, Barbara Cunningham, Norma Holmes, M a r g a r e t H o l m e s , Glenise L a m b , F r a n c e s G a s h , L y n e t t e M a r t i n .

T h i r d R o w : D e l i a s P r e e c e , D o r o t h y L y o n s , L e s l i e H e n n e s e y , M u r i e l B o y e r , K a t h l e e n C l i f f o r d , Gale G o u r l a y , Coral B o u r k e , J o s e p h i n e F i t z g e r a l d , J o a n G u r r y , K a t h l e e n C o r d y , Theresa Canavan, J o a n Lyons, J u d i t h Alwood.

S e c o n d R o w : Sally B l a k e , J a n i c e M a r t i n , T h e r e s e B o s t o c k , W e n d y W i l s o n , P a u l i n e F e n t o n , A n t o i n e t t e B e n n e t t , M a r y O ' H a l l o r a n , E l i z a b e t h M c C a b e , A n n C a r d e n , H e l e n C l a r k e , Deanna Fredericks, Ann-Marie O ' B r i e n , Helen Breen, A n n Maling, Jennifer Dean, Judith Gurry, J a n Woolcock, Helen Gash, Meredith King, Shirley Galvin, Georgia Sutton, Margot McCabe.

F i r s t R o w : Carol M a r t i n , M a r g a r e t H a l l a m , L e s l i e P a r k e r , M a r g a r e t e H a d i n i c h , B e v e r l e y C a m p b e l l , V i c k y F r e d e r i c k s , G l e n d a P r i c e , H e l e n M c N a i r , M a r g o t T i e r n e y , S h a r o n N a s h .

A b s e n t : Joyce Knight, Diana Stuchbury, W e n d y Baker, Julie Preece, Luella Dean.

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Row:

J.

Orchard,

C e n t r e : B. R y a n , B .

E.

Byrne,

A.

Hegerty,

H.

Kenny,

M.

McMillan,

A.

Grant.

Eagles.

LEAVING & 4th YEAR CLASSES B a c k R o w : Y. L a m e r a n d , G. C r a m p t o n , L. B e r g e l i n , J . R y a n , J . F o r d , P. R o c h e , J . Casey, J . S i m p s o n , J . C o m r i e - T h o m s o n , S. E a t h e r , C. Smiles, J . C u n n i n g h a m , S. Collins.

2nd R o w : P . B a r l o w , K . Nevill, T . B a r r e t t , E. K e a n e , D. P r e s t o n , A. P u l l e n , K. Shiels, C. H u l l s , G. M c E v o y , K . Collins, M. D w y e r , P . C l a r k e , L. P e t e r s o n , M. S u l l i v a n , V. B r a d l e y , F . L i v e r m o r e , G S t e w a r t , N g Siok L a y , J . F r a s e r , M. M o n a h a n .

F r o n t R o w : B. R y a n , B. E a g l e s , E. B y r n e , S. D o n e g a n , M. M c M i l l a n , H . K e n n y , A. H e g e r t y , H . Byfield C. C r e a g h , B . T a y l o r , J . O r c h a r d , A. G r a n t , M. M a s t e r s .

A b s e n t : G. G l a s e r .

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INTERMEDIATE B a c k R o w : M. B o n d , D. H o l a h a n , H .

McGowan, L. S u l l i v a n , F. Burke, E. P u r c e l l , K. H a r r i s o n , M. C a v a n a g h , M. C o l l i n g r i d g e , C. C u d m o r e , R. L u n d , G. F e r g u s o n , S. B e l l a i r 2nd R o w : B. P o w e r , L. D u s s e l d o r p , A. H e l l m r i c h , B. B r a y , S. L a r k i n , E .

Sheil, V. G r e e n a w a y , F. M u l l e r , A. S t u b b s , P. S k e h a n , J . B e r g i n , M. Egan-Lee. F r o n t R o w : S. B e e s t o n , C. M o r r i s , M. Strangman, M. D i v e r , G. Hockey, D. R e g a n , S. M a g n e y , B. M c E n c r o e , P. K e l l y , M. H e a t h c o t e , M. L. W a l e s .

Absent:

2nd YEAR B a c k R o w : G. H o g a n , A. M c D e r m o t t , B. B a i n , J . B a l d i n g , M. P r e n d e r g a s t , R. C a s e y , J . O ' G o r m a n , D. R o c h t , N. M a d d e n , J. H a m i l t o n , M. D o n nelly, J . S e a g o e , S. B u r k e .

2nd

R o w : H . R i t c h a r d , L. B r o w n , K. T a i t , M. O ' D o n n e l l , M. R i t c h a r d , M. T r a c y , C. M c D o n a g h , J . R u t h v e n , J .

H e n r y , M. C l a r k e , P . M o r a t h , M. Perrottet, T. Hendriks.

F r o n t R o w : S. Clapin, M. F i t z p a t r i c k , S. C h a d w i c k , A. M a r s h a l l , M. B r a d l e y , J . K i n g , B . P o w e r , A. H o c k e y , P. S h e r w o o d , A. F i t z g e r a l d .

Absent:

M.

Bellhouse.

A.

M.

Bakewell,

R.

Leach.

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FORM I & ELEMENTARY Back Row: M. W a r d , M. Power, M. Lochrin, T. Rolfe, P. Papallo, T. Mazza, C. A l l e n , A. K e l l y , S. D u r a n t , D. R a p e i , A . L o u g h l a n d , A. M .

Dwyer, H . C r a m p t o n , G. D e m e u l e m e e s t e r , P. F l y n n , A. P e l l e g r i n o .

2nd R o w : N. B y r n e , V. Sarks, D. J o h n ston, D. B u r k e , M . M c G i n t y , P . Sida w a y , L . R e g a n , M . D e n n e t t , C. M a g ney, E. Simpson, E. Sullivan, K. T r a c y , R. Rowe, G. H i c k e y , A. Steedman, J. Day. 3 r d R o w : A . D o n n e l l y , G. M c G r a t h , B. B a t e m a n , T . M c C a f f r e y , C. I n g l i s , M .

Scott, J. Byron, H . Lowery, T. Boland, H. Maguire, M. Nelson, M. O ' H a n l o n , J . O ' H a n l o n , P . R e i l l y , C. E h r e n b u r g , H. Devine.

Front: E. Bartlett, L . C l a p i n , B . de M e u r , S. R i c h , R . W a t t e l , M . C l a r k e , S. A r m s t r o n g , V . O ' G o r m a n , D . M c Cleery, B. Walsh, M. O'Mara, K. Wilson.

Absent: J. O'Neill, McEvoy, H. Diver, McMillan.

FIRST YEAR B a c k R o w : J . M c C o l l , E . S h e e r i n , C. H o l t , P , H a r d y m a n , G. S h e l t o n , M .

Walsh, C. D a v i d s o n , M . M o o n e y , J . H a r d i m a n , D. M c C a f f r e y , L. D u n c a n , K. Barlow, S H y d e , H. M o r n a n e , J. Giugi.

2nd Row: J. Rowley, R. Bateman, J. Aldis, M. Durack, M. Laws, A. M. M a d d e n , C. P a y n e , J . B y r n e , J . M o u l d e r , P. E a r n g e y , L. W o n g m a n , P. P r e n d e r gast.

Front Row: G. L e a c h , M . B e n s l e y , R. H e n r y , V . S a r k s , A. M . J o h n s t o n e , J .

H i n d , A. D e v i n e , J. Blair, M. Scholfield, T . S h i e l s , A . W i l l i a m s , R. R o w l a n d , H .

S m i t h , R. B a r r e t t .

Absent:

C.

Burke.

C.

Hayes.

M. P.

Honner, Leonard,

V. D.

LORETO CONVENT, KIRRIBILL1, N.S.W.

GRADES III & IV (Top).

Back R o w : G. S u t h e r l a n d , M. O ' R e i l l y , M. O w e n , E. M a t t h e w s , C. F l y n n , P S c o t t - Y o u n g , C. Cahill, P . H o l m e s , J . F o r d , M. C o u r t e n a y , M. Allen, E . S k i p p e n , J . T h o m s o n .

Second R o w : G. H e l l m r i c h , E . M a t t h e w s , C. M a l o n e y , C. Collins, E . B u c k l e y , M. W i l l i s , C. M a z z a , C. S c o t t , C. S t r o n g , C. N a g y , D. H e w i t s o n , E. Spies, S. Callen, T . A. C o m r i e - T h o m s o n , M. H i c k e y .

Third Row: D. L i e u t e n a n t , K. Collins, G. A m e r i o , G. T r a c e y , A. H u g h e s , N. L o u g h l a n d , P. B u c k l e y , A. M c C l u c k i e , M. H a w k e , D. W h i t t y , F . T u l l y , E . P i e r p o i n t , S. S t o k e s , M. K i d m a n , L. R i c h , T. C l a r k e , S. H o l t .

Front R o w : N. H a r p e r , A. L e o n h a r d , D. M a g u i r e , D. M o r r o w , C. M c C l e e r y .

A b s e n t : C. F e r g u s o n , J. W a l s h , D. P l a s t o .

TRANSITION, GRADES I & II. Back R o w : A. C o u r t e n a y , M. P u r c e l l , M. M u r p h y , M. B u r k e , B. H o l m e s , C. Duffield, F . S i d a w a y , J . F a y , S. S k i p p e n , C. S l a t t e r y , M. de F i n a , M. J o n e s , L. G a l i u n g i , R. P l a s t o , K. D u s s e l d o r p .

Second R o w : C G u n s o n , K. L i m e r i c k . M. K e n n e d y , S. P e t t e r , P. D o n n e l l y , P . H o r a n , C. H o l m e s , C. D u s s e l d o r p , J . Kelly, M. M. F l y n n , C. M c D o n o u g h , K . T r a y n o r , B. S c o t t , E . M a r s d e n , H . S i d a w a y , A. H o l d e n , S. H i n d , T . P a l m e r , M. B u c k l e y , C. L i e u t e n a n t , B. M c C l u c k i e .

Third R o w : R. L o p e s , F. H o a r e , C. M a c l u r c a n , A. C a l l i g e r o s , T . O ' R e i l l y , P . S m i t h , A. K i d m a n , S. F a h y , C. H a w k i n s , H . S l a t t e r y , M. H a r d i m a n , J . de T i h a n y i , K. N a g y , C. K e n n e d y , J . M e r k e l , P . B y e , A. A m e r i o , R. R u b b i . *ront R o w : T. B a t e m a n , P . Cahill, P. L e u i n , C. Ball, D. M e r k e l , C. K o e n i g , G. M a r t o n , B. C o u r t e n a y , P . L e o n a r d , H . D e v i n e , M, B a r l o w .

W . D u s s e l d o r p , M. C a f a r e l l a , J . K e n n e d y , W . B y e , R. H a w k e , C. N a g y . b s e n t : J. M e r k e l , K. Sheil, A. M. P u n c h , A. L. M o l o n e y . G. P a r m e n t i e r .

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L O R E T O

Scenes I Have

Loved

ST. ETHELREDA'S CHAPEL, HOLBURN, Mullioned window, shaft and pillar Throb with multicoloured hues; Awful Monarch, gentle Maiden, Saint and shepherd, light diffuse, lowering monstrance, teeming censer, Candle-glint on cloth of gold, Sacramental Christ — veiled Splendour Him Whom eye may not behold.

LONDON

From eternity He loved you.

Lonely wanderers through the night!

You are His: your soul's intention By these signs loved Him: His Right.

Quaint escutcheons, tattered raiment, Yet they symbol thoughts of Thee: King returned to ancient altars — Earth's supreme Reality.

—

LYND NATHAN, Sydney.

Pitying Mother, spire adoring, Grip of demon, gargoyle, clown, Arch sublime — O heavenward soaring!

Bearded pale Christ, nimbus-crown; Forms and figures that through Babel Like a pack of cards cascade; Yet they tell of Him Whose glory Was before the world was made.

(From a note that accompanied the poem when it was sent to the Editor: " . . . I wrote this after you lent me the booklet on St. Ethelreda's.* It revived memories: I have often been to Mass there.

My poem is not, of course, an accurate description . . . " L.N.)

* "St. Ethelreda's and Ely Place", by Linwood Sleigh (London: Paternoster Publications, 1952.) The following paragraphs are from the Foreword by Douglas Hyde. We reprint them as we feel that many of our readers would like to visit St. Ethelreda's when they go to London.—Ed.

makes it a place of interest to people f r o m all over the world who respond to ancient beauty. But St. Ethelreda's is right up to date as well, spanning the years between the days of that other England and our own as easily as does the great East window span the modern glass which now fills it.

Its organic growth continues, a growth which was the secret of Gothic, enabling Early English to change by easy stages as naturally into decorated as a boy changes into manhood, outwardly transformed yet retaining his individuality. F o r May Blakeman's Mother and Child is now as much a part of St. Ethelreda's as is even its grey-walled crypt. It is part of a living thing.

And that brings me to what is for me its ehiefest charm. Once, after years of struggle and resistance over every inch of the way, I knelt before a statue in this same St. Ethelreda's and prayed a prayer which, had it not been the turning point of my life, might have seemed almost blasphemous.

For it took the form of the words of a tawdry dance tune: " 0 sweet and lovely lady be good, O lady be good to me."

T h e Lady was good, and to-day, inside the gaily coloured modern statue of Our Lady and her Child those same words are inscribed, making them a part of the very fabric of this Gothic gem. Could any convert want more?

St. Ethelreda's, which has see.n the city of London change with the centuries, belongs to our own day. It is the city worker's church, the Fleet Street journalist's church, the church of the medical students who work in great hospitals which owe their own origin to the same source as St. Ethelreda's itself, and which still bear the names of saints whom all England once venerated.

Although I am by birth a Sussex man, I spent most of my boyhood years in the West Country.

T h e men of the West Country are jealous for the f a m e of their churches, and rightly so. For did not the Severn masons work miracles in the stone which they made to flow as easily as water?

And didn't Somerset consecrate the years of her prosperity, in a fashion that would thrill the centuries, by throwing up great "wool churches" which remain like small Cathedrals in the half-forgotten hamlets of the Mendips?

Yet, despite the exuberance of the flying buttresses of St. Mary Redcliffe, the magnificently proportioned tower of Wrington which casts its shadow f r o m one end of the little township to the other, and the west front of Wells which crowds the bible story into a few square feet, I have to admit that for me the brightest Gothic gem is St. Ethelreda's, Ely Place.

Those others speak mainly of the past, despite the few good souls who still worship between their walls. They are above all else museum pieces, works of art from another age, echoes of days with a faith which to-day is not theirs.

But St. Ethelreda's is alive. Like the thousands of Gothic churches which grow like trees in our countryside it belongs to the Ages with the F a i t h : but its prayer-soaked walls belong in this twentieth century to the People with the Faith, as well.

There are important features of its architecture which are unsurpassed, even in Gothic, and that 50

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MEMORIES OF THE VELD The buck family was a familiar part of my childhood in South Africa, for venison was a wellknown dish in my home; and the horns of springbok, eland, iinpala, kudu and gemsbok as well as buffalo — the worst tempered animal in the world — decorated the walls of entrance hall and dining room.

During week-ends we roamed over the estate of Cecil Rhodes at Groote Schuur watching buck of various species grazing in the paddocks, and the great cat family from meerkat to lion and leopard gazing back disdainfully at the gesticulating visitors.

During winter holidays — for winter on the veld is a glorious season with frosty nights and

on the wide veld. They were away in the morning frosts to shoot game, bringing back springbok for making into biltong. This is buckmeat cut into strips which is well rubbed with a preparation of salt and brown sugar and then hung up to dry in the shade, in this case, of great oaks, many of which were over two hundred years old. Biltong keeps almost indefinitely, and, with keeping, acquires a delicious flavour.

It was in Rhodesia rather than in the Union that my brothers looked for bigger game, and the results of their shooting was often made into karosses of monkey and jackal skins for the polished floors of their homes. But I was satisfied to do mv

mornings followed by days of brilliant sunshine -— we enjoyed the spacious hospitality of Dutch friends at Stellenboch or Ceres or Worcester. Life flowed bountifully at these farms where we were waited on by more servants — black and comely — than I have ever known elsewhere.

The architectural perfection of these homesteads, with their gables and gracious white-washed facades and huge many-paned windows, was a fitting setting for the well-proportioned furniture where English Georgian, brought out in sailing ships by forebears, harmonized with Colonial stvle made from South African mahogany.

But my brothers had thoughts for other joys and needed no second invitation to join their hosts

adventuring by car through the wilder parts, or to journey down the Zambesi by launch. The alligators lying in the sun along the river bank, chattering monkeys swinging along an aerial route and a vast twenty-feet python curled round the branch of an overhanging tree — all these creatures cured me of any longing I might have had for a more intimate venture into big game territory.

VERA NATHAN.

Sydney.

[We had t h e happy t h o u g h t of asking the artist's m o t h e r for a f e w memories. As Mrs. N a t h a n said: "Mary's springboks were the beginning of it all."—Ed.]

TEE ING UP IN THE AUSTRALIAN HISTORY TEST

JUST A PLAIN TALE

Then he turned his steps to the Golf of Captain Terrier. (Oh, no, he was on his way to the Gulf of Carpentaria.)

Test on the use of its and it's.

Example: The dog wags its tail.

Explanation: The dog owns his tail and does not need an apostrophe.

L O R E T 0 —

The main religion of the Chinese is Confucianism. In each town can be found many temples, the interiors of which are adorned with the figures of gods and goddesses. In every pagan home, joss-sticks are burnt each evening to honour the god or goddess invoked by that household.

VIGNETTES OF LIFE IN CHINA On the 28th November, 1949, our family left China, for good, on the S.S. Eastern. 1 was ten years old and had spent most of that decade in China. We were very happy there, so it was a memorable occasion when we packed our belongings and set sail for this "Sunny South Land." 1 often think of the life we led there and of its people.

Although it is probably greatly changed now, 1 sometimes imagine that 1 am back in our old home or walking along a Chinese street. 1 still retain a very vivid picture in my mind of the latter, so 1 shall tell you about it.

China is a land of ancient culture. Her people are clever and friendly. It seems a long time since we said farewell to Chinese shores. Since then we have started a new life in a new country, but 1 shall never forget my former home, China.

SALLY LEIGHTON (15 Years), Portland.

1 am walking along a narrow street in the Chinese sector of Tientsin, North China. The shops on either side of the street are small and very close together. 1 can hear the cries of the various hawkers as they walk up and down, displaying their goods on large trays which are hung round their necks by leather straps. Some carry their wares in two round baskets, one at each end of a bamboo pole, which is balanced across their shoulders.

The travelling salesmen include the sweet and cake man, the haberdashery man, the pieman, the barber, the knife-sharpener and the chiropodist. These hawkers go from house to house and from street to street, proclaiming their wares in loud voices for all to hear. In addition, they carry small wooden or metal instruments. Each plays a different tune, according to his trade.

A GIRL GUIDE A N D HER CAMERA Last September, our Guide Captain, Miss Kerr, took our company on a camping holiday to Bridgewater for a week. Bridgewater is twelve miles from Portland. Unlike our town, which is situated on a sheltered bay, Bridgewater is on the Southern Ocean, exposed to fierce gales and huge seas. Realizing the photographic possibilities of the place, we all went well equipped with cameras and extra films.

To our delight, we found that our camping site was beside an empty house, nestling at the bottom of some high hills. We hiked to the top of the highest hill and took some good snaps of the camp and its surroundings. Some of us, who went for water, photographed a group of cows drinking from a trough, an old windmill forming the background of the scene.

On the sweet and cake hawker's tray are buns made of rice-flour with dates or candied fruits in them. On Moon Festivals, these cakes have a round red spot on the top to represent the moon. There are small cakes, of a doughy texture, made of riceflour, with a sweet bean-cured filling. Some of the sweets are not unlike our own. Popular varieties are toffee crab-apples on sticks, salted peanuts, dried ginger, crystallized lotus seeds, sugared lotus root cut in slices, candied chestnuts and fried pumpkin seeds. The bread is unleavened and made in small round loaves. It is steamed and rather stodgy.

There is always a crowd of children round him. jostling and pushing each other to have first choice of his goods.

The energetic members of our party went on a hike to White's Beach. At the bottom of the cliff were some large, black rocks. 1 got a good photo of the spray breaking over the rocks and one of the water rushing into a small blowhole.

Another showed a freak rock rearing itself high above the crest of a rolling breaker. Nearby was a memorial to the men who had lost their lives in a shipwreck off White's Beach.

On our last day, we hiked to a hill which is the highest point along the coast. 1 could have stayed there all day to watch the ever-changing panorama. To the right and left, as far as our eyes could reach, curving breakers crashed on the white beach. Far below us were a few houses dotted about the green hills. Far out at sea, a ship made its way to Adelaide.

Perhaps the most interesting of all these travelling salesmen is the barber. His whole equipment is contained in two square wooden boxes attached to a pole slung across his shoulder. When he attracts a customer, he sets his boxes down on the pavement, unpacks them, produces a wooden stool for his client and sets to work. It is quite a usual thing to see a Chinese gentleman sitting on a stool on the footpath, with a white cloth round his neck and his face hidden under a lather of soap-bubbles, while the barber proceeds to shave him, both being quite unconscious of the interested group round them.

Back at camp, 1 took a final group of my friends seated near the tents. The time came for our departure and we said a regretful farewell to Bridgewater which had proved to be a photographers' paradise for us.

LOIS MOSING (14 Years), Portland.

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THE CATHOLIC LIFE EXHIBITION IN MELBOURNE My visit to the Catholic Life Exhibition made a lasting impression on me. The Christ of the Andes dominated tin1 whole Exhibit. From Him came streams of grace to the Priest below, giving him power to offer tbe Mass and to administer the Sacraments. This was the central theme because the Mass and the Sacraments are the life of the Church.

From the Mass and the Sacraments all those orders of Priests and Nuns draw their supernatural life.

It was a most spectacular exhibition the Religious in their different habits were the most important exhibit because they showed the different spirits that exist in the Church. Carmelites, Franciscans, Capuchins, Dominicans, Cistercians, Missionaries and more recent Australian orders were represented. There was a spirit of happiness and friendliness about these Religious that you could not fail to notice. They displayed their work in hospitals, in orphanages, in the schools, in the homes, on tbe foreign mission fields.

I was particularly interested in the l.B.Y.M. Exhibit which showed children from all our schools passing from Mary Ward to Our Lady during their school life and then going into the world to fulfil their vocations as Nuns, brides, nurses and teachers.

Mary Ward's smile was encouraging — it recalled that maxim of hers: "Show thyself at all times glad and joyful, for God loves a cheerful giver". The present Pope Pius XII spoke of her as, "that woman beyond compare given to the Church bv English Catholicism in its most sombre and bloodstained hours".

The people paid tribute to the Religious Orders by flocking to the Exhibition in their thousands, always showing a wonderful appreciation of the supernatural life which the Church provides.

ELLISON TAFFE (Leaving), Dawson Street.

PRELUDES The sun has set the sky is full of yellow and transparent beams of light. The peach tree by the wall is thrown into a dark silhouette, its branches like dead fingers clutching a straw of light. The grounds are quiet. On the road a distant dog barks once or twice uncertainly. A few notes of a Beethoven Sonata steal through the open windows of the music cells. The sky deepens. The square of yellow light that is the window in the hall glows. The breeze sighs and the rustling leaves of the tree answer.

Silence, and a feeling of quiet expectation a prelude to darkness.

The examination ball is quiet except for the rustling of foolscap, a slight cough and the tapping of rulers on desks. Row after row of bent heads, some fair, some dark — the hands of the clock move slowly, inexorably towards eleven.

It swings round in a slow circle not any effort of the will can halt it. The hands move down to the hour. The red satin behind the statue moves in a slight draught, and through the open windows a truck engine quickens into life and drives off. The breeze is rustling, the pens moving faster and faster, covering line after line with blurred writing. A door opens, someone tears a sheet, footsteps in the next room — Prelude to what? — a prelude to life.

The people move like a clinging predestined pattern. I seem to see them from a distance. The traffic light turns green and the two surging masses meet, combine and form another fantastic pattern.

A woman with a numb, senseless face wears a fawn coat. Fawn is the colour of the city unvarying, lifeless, the same. The mirrors in the walls of Coles reflect the crowd the hurrying feet, tbe fixed eyes, the men's grey suits. There is a pressing down on my head, but all I see is a grey verandah blocking the sky. Why are we here? Why must we hurry? What is at tbe end of my life? What is life?

Mere I v a prelude to eternity.

CHRISTINE WHITEHEAD

(Matriculation), Toorak.

TO MARY Mary stands at the door in the twilight Watching her C a r p e n t e r Son. And the nails in the young hands r e m i n d Of a Cross in the d a r k e n i n g sun.

her

By the Cross on the hillside she watches The last lonely h o u r with her Son And the nails fastening deep in His Hands and heart — Leave the sorrowing Mother alone.

Port Victor is one of South Australia's most beautiful holiday places. Waves, often over one hundred feet high, break against the huge granite rocks of the island in the foreground and against the cliff in the background.

— D r a w n by B. Dobson, Marryatville.

her

As a star lights the wings of the morning Dispelling the shadows of night Mary, guide the young feet that are stumbling Let your love be our piloting light.

Where you are, there can never be darkness, But laughter — and courage to fight.

JOAN McCLELLAND (Matriculation).

Toorak.

L O R E T O

MEMORY PICTURES OF EIGHT LI TTLE GIRLS AT DAWSON STREET "They

flash

upon that

inward

Which

is the bliss of

solitude.'"

eye

— Wordsworth.

DUSK

Dusk in the country is beautiful. Miles of waving wheat look like a great silver sea shimmering in the breeze. Here and there bright red poppies on slender green stems are clear to sight.

The great ghost gums, like some mysterious shadowy giants, stretch up to catch the stars.

In the distance the mopoke can be heard sending forth his dreary call: "Mopoke! Mopoke!"; while now and again, from the gully beyond, the notes of bellbirds sound like fairy bells.

Soon the magic mantle of night drops on the bush and all is silent except the mopoke still calling —- calling, as if it mourned through the night.

K. STRACHAN THE ROCKS AT

(12).

SUNSET

One summer evening, about half past seven, we walked along the beach at Queenseliff until we came to some jagged rocks. The blue waves splashed gaily up to them so that it was hard to get past without being caught by the tide.

At length we succeeded and continued our walk a little f u r t h e r along the beach. It was then we saw the most beautiful sight. The sun was setting in a blaze of red, pink and gold, casting a glorious reflection on the blue sea. We stood there and stared. Five minutes later the sunset threw its reflection onto the wet golden sand. It was so beautiful a scene that it is difficult to describe. We went for that lovely walk nearly every evening.

F. KINCADE

(11).

THE MOST BEAUTIFUL MEMORY I HAVE

A beautiful picture that I can see with my inward eye is St. Patrick's Cathedral at eight o'clock Mass. It was the most wonderful morning in the lives of many small children, because it was their first Holy Communion morning. The little girls looked simply lovely in their dainty white frocks and veils and the small boys in navy blue suits and white shirts.

The great organ played a solemn hymn which the choir sang. The hymn seemed to swell in prayerful praise to God. Surely the souls of the people too were lifted up. I know mine was.

The impressive moment was when the little Communicants walked up to the altar rails to receive their Lord and God. As they came back to their seats they seemed to look even more beautiful; they had Our Lord in their hearts. The Cathedral also seemed to be aglow.

I shall always remember this scene as it seemed to me like a reflection of Heaven.

V. KINCADE

(13).

OUR LOVELY COUNTRY

Among the many beautiful scenes that I looked at in books and magazines there are none more lovely than some I have seen very near my own home. First of all I think of a drive through the Pentland Hills, on the Western Highway between Melbourne and Ballarat. A short while ago we drove through these hills at sunset and I shall always remember it as one of the great pleasures of my life. The sun setting in the distance spread beautiful rays in various shades of pink over a clear blue sky touching with light the green and brown of the gorges. I felt full of pride in the beauty of my native land and marvelled at the richness of the simple things of life, which God has given us to enjov.

M. MORRISON (12).

A BUSH STREAM AT SUNSET

The fading sunlight was filtering through the feathery wattle trees and casting a dancing pattern on the stream. It whispered merrily as it meandered around the stern granite boulders standing like sentinels. It may have begun as a tiny cascade tumbling like rubies and amber from some hidden cavern.

Then plunging earthwards under the dying sun was snatched into darkness by deep beckoning shadows.

Here and there it fought its way into the glowing light lying in great pools of scarlet and gold.

A tiny rabbit jumped and hopped fearlessly down to the waterside breaking the glassy surface with a tiny paw uncertain of its reality and sending ever widening ripples across the stream. Dingoes sent up their wail in defiance at the dying sun.

And slowly, as the sun retired before advancing twilight and sank reluctantly behind the purple hill, the bush around settled down to sleep with the resounding laugh of the kookaburra echoing and re-echoing from the deep vallev.

B. GOODWIN

(13).

A DAY IN THE COUNTRY

One beautiful morning as the sun was just peeping over the horizon we left home to spend a day in the country.

We walked along the country roads and through the paddocks bright with buttercups and

L O R E T 0

Sunset is likened to death, as step by step, the lamp of light grows dim. With the end of the working day comes the setting of the sun, with the end of all trouble comes the setting of the sun, and with the setting of the sun conies one of God's greatest miracles. To me the setting of the sun seems to be the end of all mv worries, but with the rising of the sun comes yet another day of trial and punishment. *

ields of corn until we halted at a chattering stream.

There we ate our lunch under the shade of the tall *reen gums surrounded by ferns and wild flowers.

We took a different route home and noticed many more beautiful things. We saw frisky little lambs at play. As we were nearing the town the sun began to set. We stopped and watched it; at first the clouds were tinted in pastel colours, then tbe colours deepened until the sun sank behind the horizon leaving a circle of pale golden light.

B. MATTHEWS

A SNOW

The sun is a ball of fire, but unlike us, it never rests. When it is rising in one corner of tbe earth it is setting in another. It is one of God's greatest creations, that scientists know least about. But to me it is ever present, living, dying, symbolical of the human being falling, stumbling, but still continuing along life's road. Yes! the Setting of the Sun and the rising thereof, is but the touch of the Master's Hand.

(13).

SCENE

A very beautiful scene 1 remember was a snow scene in Ballarat. It was in September when all the trees were in blossom. It had been snowing nearly all night and about two inches of snow lay on the ground and all the trees were snow-capped, their branches bending over with the weight of the snow. The prettiest sight of all was the snow falling softly on the blossom trees bending with their flowers. Many people were gathering snow off their lawns and making snow men.

M. SHEEHAN

—

MADONNA McAULIFFE (16) Brisbane. * At Cavendish Road — delightful spot — Trial and punishment!

Surely not!

Romantic Madonna!—Ed.

(12).

OUR THE

If hen we go down to the welcoming Hush.

We always have plenty of fun; We jump the rocks and we laugh out loud.

And when we can ice run.

GRAMPIANS

We were camping at the Grampians during the Easter holidays. On Easter Saturday afternoon about twenty of us went for a walk up to the Pinnacle at the very top of the mountain. Only eight of us reached the top.

The mountain is rather steep in some parts: now and then there are iron steps to climb and a place called "The Silent Street" made from an excavation of rock-forming steps. From the summit there is a splendid viewr all around. Five lakes can be seen on a clear day. Below is a large hotel and boarding house which is very popular. Cars in unending procession go backwards and forwards; and from the Pinnacle they look like coloured ants.

Down over the camp hangs a blue haze from the fires. Looking across to the right we see another mountain fringed by the only cloud in tbe sky.

S. NICHOLSON

BUSH*

We sometimes go to the "ship" or "sphinx".

Grotesque formations of rocks: But the "waterfall" is the favourite spot.

(Now, Juniors, take off your socks.)

There's plenty of fun in our Bush, Must we speak of the bull-ants, too?

You have to be very quick on your toes Before they take a nip from you.

I love to watch the rippling stream.

To hear the magpies call.

To stroll along the well-worn tracks.

That lead to the "Waterfall".

(12).

SUE CUNNINGHAM (Third Year), Normanhurst. * The Bush at Loreto, N o r m a n h u r s t .

SUNRISE AND SUNSET 'Wake!

For the Sun, who scatters into flight The stars before him from the Field of night.

Drives Night along with them from Heav'n and strikes The Sultans Turret with a Shaft of Light."

Sunrise is likened to life, as step by step her rays become stronger; at first, while the drowsy worshippers are nodding contentedly, there is but a glimmer of life, but as those who to-day prepare for to-morrow's share, the sun is smiling over the city: and when those who break from the duties of this unlimited world, the sun laughs at all.

UNTIL THE NINETEENTH HOLE

From a spelling and meaning class: A teetotaller is a man who keeps the score at golf.

PULSE PLUS Little boy form-filling: Father's occupation .

Engine Ear.

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L O R LORETO CONVENT,

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Right:

D.

McCarron,

J.

Bull,

M.

Matha,

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P.

O'Brien

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FIRST DIVISION

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School),

E.

Clifford.

(Bottom)

B a c k R o w : L. B o a r d m a n , P. M a g u i r e , C. M i c h a e l , M. G a h a , P . C h e e s e m a n . D. E k m a n , E. D o u g h e r t y , M. F i r t h , M. K e o g h , M. S e c o n d R o w : C. D e m p s e y , C. M a s o n . M. L e w i s , J . M a g n e y , J . S t e v e n s , C. C a t t l e . R. L o r d , R . H o g a n , M. S i m m o n s , N. Gale.

T h i r d R o w : R. C h a n , M Cover, L . S c u l l a r d . B. N o o n a n , B. S c u l l a r d , J . I r e l a n d . L. W o l f f , V. N a t h a n , M. D e n n e t t . M. N a t h a n .

F r o n t R o w : A. S y m o n s , P. M o r o n e y . J . Bull, M. M a t h a , M. O ' B r i e n , D. M c C a r r o n . E. Clifford, J . H u g h e s .

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Gooden.

LORETO CONVENT, NORMANHURST, N.S.W. SECOND DIVISION F r o n t R o w : M. W e b b , L. C h a n , P . F e l t o n , D. P r e n d e r g a s t , G o o d w i n , M. D o n n e l l e y , A. C h a n , A. H a n s e l , K. Miller, H a l l , D. M o n r o , A. K e a t i n g .

P. D.

S e c o n d R o w : A. H a r t i g a n , L . D a w s o n , S. T i l b r o o k , S. A z a r , S. H a r t i g a n , J . K e n n e d y G r e e n , K. C h e e s e m a n , A. Bull, M. Kelly, J . P a s s m o r e , J . Z i e h l k e , G. Hill, H . G a n n o n .

T h ird R o w : R. W h e e l e r , J . J o r d a n , J. P a r t r i d g e , M. M c E v o y , J, C u n n i n g h a m , D. M. B o o t h , J . J a s p r i z z a , S. C u n n i n g h a m , D P o i r i e r , L . Kelly, G. S h a n l e y , A. W a l s h . P. O ' C o n n o r .

F o u r t h R o w : P. B a s h a , M. L. M e a c l e , R. M a n n , C. Glass, A. Crimm i n s , M. O ' K e e f f e , E . K e n n e d y G r e e n , M. A. B o r t h w i c k , J. H e a t h e r s h a w , G. G a r n e r .

Back R o w : H. English, P u r c e l l , B. R o c h e , T. W . Hill.

Absent:

THIRD DIVISION Absent:

P. J a s p r i z z a ,

P.

Conduit.

F r o n t R o w : H . O ' N e i l l , L. C u r t i s , F . M a d d o c k s C o h e n , R. P a r t r i d g e , L. F e r r i e r , K. M o r o n e y , L. H e r a g h t y , A. D r a k e - B r o c k m a n , A. D u n s t a n , M. B o y c e , M. C a n n o n .

Second R o w : A. S t e r n . B . R o h a n , G. P a r t r i d g e , F. O ' N e i l l , vV. R o w e , B . M o n t a g u e , P. C r i m m i n s , B. C h a n , K. K e a t i n g . E . L e n e h a n , S. F o r g h a m .

T h i r d R o w : M. W i l l i a m s , S. L e n e h a n , G. K e a r n e y , K. M c N e i l l , L. W a r d , D . P r i n c e , B. M c P h e e , L. D o n e l e y , S. S e i g w o r t h , M. H a n s e l , K. R i c h a r d s o n .

F o u r t h R o w : L. C u r r a n , D. K i e l k o w s k a , E . B r u m m e r , K. I r e l a n d , L. S t e p h e n s , M. E. P r i e b e , J. N o o n a n , M. O ' C o n n o r , J. C a r t e r , K. K n i g h t , D . B e r r i m a n , J . M a d d o c k s C o h e n , M. D a l g a r n o , C. T u r n e r . .

F i f t h R o w : D. O w e n s , S. A l s a k e r , L. B u r g i n , P. O ' C o n nell, J. G a t e s , H . Kelly, S. N e y l o n , C. Miller, M, G a n n o n , S. J a s p r i z z a . M. M e a n e y .

B a c k R o w : J. I r e l a n d , C. S t r e b e r , R. D o h e r t y , D. O ' B r i e n , J. L a i n g , J . H a r r i s , J . M o r l e y , C. S t e v e n s , D. S t e v e n s , K. R i c k a r d A. B o r t h w i c k , M. B u r c h , J . H i c k e y .

B.

Butler.

M.

C.

A. M o r c k , A. D y n o n , P. R e a r d o n , L. C r o f t , A. F a r a h , M. M a s o n , G. M c P h e e , Streber,

C.

Taylor.

LORETG CONVENT, NORMANHURST,

JUNIOR BALLET CLASS NURSERY RHYMES

N.S.W.

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Dancers have just come out of the "Shoe", dancing to relayed music.

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ROLL CALL OF JUNIOR SCHOOL C. A b b o t t , V. A b b o t t , R. B u r c h , D . C h a n c e , K. C o b b y , M. C r o w l e y , D. D a r k e , M. A. D'ynon, C. F o r g h a n , J . F r a n k , L. G a m b l e , C. G e a r i n , M. A. G e a r i n , N. G i b l i n , J . G r e e n , S. H a n s e l , K . H a r t i gan, C. H e n d e r s o n , M. H u x l e y , M. Jones, K. Keating, T. L a w r e n c e , E. M c N a m a r a , K. M c N a m a r a , A. M a d d e n ,

ROLL CALL (Continued).

M. M c Q u e l l a n , P . M e r k e l b a c h , S. M y e r son, M. O ' C o n n e l l , A. P a r s o n s , M. P a r s o n s , J . Powell, L. S c h r o d e r , M. Spiers, G. S t e v e n s , G. S t e w a r t , A. T a n c r e d , J . T h o m a n , M. T h o m a n , B. Tiffin, A. M. T o m e , S. T u r n e r , S. Watson.

Absent:

.J. H a n s e l ,

P,

Haseler.

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Travellers'

Tales

MY TRIP FROM HOLLAND TO AUSTRALIA (From the Leaves of a Diary)

When we left Holland on 26th May, 1951, it was typical Dutch weather, rainy and cold. We had to wait a few hours in the large shed adjoining the quay, where the customs were. When at last we were out. we went to the ship which was to take us to Australia. At six o'clock in the evening a bra^s band struck up the Dutch National Anthem, while dowlv tbe ship moved away. On the quay many people were waving goodbye; most of them were crving. It took a long time to sail out of the harbour; but at six o'clock in the morning we saw the white cliff's of England's Dover. This was my first glimpse of another country.

The next day we passed the entrance to the Bay of Biscay, where the seas were very heavy. The ship rocked violently and everyone became seasick.

The following evening we sailed past Cape Finisterre and southward along tbe coast of Portugal. The weather became rather warm and sunny. In the evening of 29th May we noticed in tbe distance historic Cape St. Vincent. The next morning, at dawn, we saw Algiers, a majestic sight with the rising sun shining on its white buildings. It was nine o'clock sharp, when we rounded the famous Rock of Gibraltar, which was covered in sunlight . . . and monkeys!

Now we were in the beautiful blue Mediterranean Sea, where many battles were fought in history. We sailed quite close to the African coast, and for the first time in my life I saw real mountains covered with dark forests.

The Mediterranean was very smooth, but its surface was occasionally broken by dolphins, which jumped out of the water. On Friday afternoon we saw, in the far distance, tbe island of Malta. On Sundav, we arrived at our first port of call, which was Port Said. Early next morning we left Port Said and entered the Suez Canal. The ship sailed very slowly along the narrow canal, so we had plenty of time to see the unusual sights. On one side we noticed the beautifully laid-out settlements of the British and French troops, which guarded the Canal Zone. On the other side we saw the Egyptian desert,

the Pyramids and Sphinx in the distance and the native people riding on camels.

It was a great contrast to see the modern western civilization, with the beautiful houses, roads and railways on one side of the Canal and on the opposite bank the endless desert with no sign of cultivation.

On Monday afternoon, we saw the tropical cit\ of Suez and noticed there the memorial to Ferdinand de Lesseps, the French designer and builder of the Suez Canal.

Now we entered the Bed Sea. All I can say about that is that it was terribly hot and humid.

Nobody was interested in doing anything at all.

Two days later we reached Aden. The weather had not cooled down at all. Aden was a dirtylooking city. People, even children, were seen sleeping on the streets in dirty clothes. When we left Aden the next morning the weather began to develop into a storm which lasted five or six days. We passed the equator on Tuesday, 12th June, at a quarter to six, but because of the bad weather there were not the usual celebrations which was rather a pity.

The crossing of the Indian Ocean took us exactly thirteen days, and on Thursday, 21st June, we sighted the Australian coast. That was really exciting.

We berthed at Fremantle about one hour later, but were not allowed to go ashore until the next day. Spending that day in Fremantle we had our first impressions of our new homeland.

That night we sailed again, bound for Melbourne, where we arrived on Wednesday night at six o'clock, but not before the Great Australian Bight had shaken us terribly.

The next morning, 29th June, Feast of Ss. Peter and Paul, was the last time we attended Mass on the ship which had been our home for five weeks.

We thanked God and St. Christopher for bringing us safely to Australia, in which we now have lived happily for four years.

MARIA SAVENIJE (13), Dawson Street.

A VISIT TO CANBERRA Canberra is one of the most interesting and lovely places we have ever visited.

It is outstanding for its fine buildings and green countryside. One of the most beautiful buildings is Parliament House. We were even lucky enough to see a session of Parliament in progress.

The first night we spent in Canberra our friends who live there took us up to Red Hill Lookout from where we could see the whole city of Canberra. It was a really beautiful sight. The

whole city was a fairyland of twinkling coloured lights set in a valley of purple night.

The next day we drove around the city stopping to look at places of interest. Canberra is set out in circles and has many fine avenues and roads lined with shapely trees, lovely in every season. We visited the American War Memorial built in honour of the Americans who fought and died for Australia iti World War II. It was opened by Her Majesty the Queen during her visit last year. Our next stop 59

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moment we found ourselves surrounded by stark, white gum trees which looked very attractive against the dim blue of the distant mountains.

The strangest, yet most wonderful sight we saw, was the Jamieson Valley filled with low, white cloud. Looking down on the Valley, it was difficult to believe that we were not looking at a sea of snow. This early morning beauty of the mountains is rivalled only by the sight of the moon rising over the distant hills, from Echo Point.

Besides all the beautiful scenery 011 the mountains there are many interesting places to be seen.

One day we paid a most interesting visit to Mount York, which is the highest peak 011 the mountains.

Over this spot passed the first road built over the mountains. At Katoomba, it was gruesome to see the chains which were used long ago to shackle the convicts who built this road. We also saw the sites of the old Whipping Post and the Prisoners' Cell.

When at last we reluctantly drove along the highway towards Sydney, it seemed unbelievable that nearly one hundred and fifty years ago the first road from Emu Plains to Bathurst was built by a small handful of convict labour in six months.

It was with regret that we left the mountains with their magnificent scenery and their grim reminders of the early days in New South Wales.

was the Australian War Memorial. This is a big building which resembles a museum full of samples of guns, "planes, boats, tanks, etc., which were used during the last two World Wars. Around the walls hang pictures of great leaders, Generals and Admirals, who fought in both wars. Interesting also are I he miniature models of the trenches and routes at Gallipoli and other historic places.

On one of our outings we saw all the different Embassies, Russian, American, Indian and others; also we saw the Legations. T hey are all very fine buildings, and like all big buildings in Canberra they are centrally heated.

The Governor-General's residence is a gorgeous place about six miles from Canberra. It is called Yarralumla. The Prime Minister's residence in Canberra is also lovely.

During the third day of our visit we drove out to Lake George about 40 miles from Canberra. This is an extraordinary lake which formed overnight and is believed to have dried up within three days.

Lake George is a mystery to all geologists.

Canberra, unlike other cities, has no main shopping centre. You cannot say, "I must go to town to-day", for there is no real "town" as we know it in Sydney. T he Civic Centre is the biggest shopping centre and consists of one solid block of shops.

Other small centres such as Manuka and Kingston supply the daily household needs.

Other interesting places are the R.A.A.F. and Naval bases and also the new University which was opened last year by the Duke of Edinburgh.

LOUISE PETERSEN ( F o u r t h Year), Kirribilli.

IMPRESSIONS OF N E W GUINEA (As seen by two Brisbane Loreto Girls)

PATRICIA ROCHE & TONI BARRETT, ( F o u r t h Year), Kirribilli.

A.—AITAPE.

[ had heard so much about New Guinea from my parents, that I often thought how nice it would be to visit it. My father returned to New Guinea last year, and at Christmas time we went to Aitape, Northern New Guinea, for the holidays. The first part of it that we saw was the airport at Port Moresby. We did not go into the town, but for the first time we saw natives doing work.

We then visited Lae, where the natives held one of their sing-songs, which are similar to the Australian corroborees. The natives were dressed up in whatever they could find, and did their dances while singing all the time. The women are not important, so in the sing-song they just wail; they very rarely do any dancing.

When we eventually arrived at Aitape we were quite used to the natives doing all the work. The language was rather difficult at first, because they pretended they did not understand if they did not want to obey. We asked one of the natives if lie would get us a woman to do the washing. Next day she came so we gave her the clothes. We found out that she just put them into the cold water and hung them over the line, which meant that we had to teach her the correct way.

The natives are rather inquisitive. The first day we arrived at Aitape, they were 011 the steps for

HOLIDAYS IN THE BLUE MOUNTAINS At last the term examinations were over, and we looked forward to our holidays.

When the long-awaited day arrived and we set off for our yearly trip to the Blue Mountains, our spirits were high, although it was pouring rain.

This weather did not dampen our appreciation of the beautiful scenery on the way. The orange and yellow leaves of the Autumn foliage made a sharp contrast against the green colouring of the fir trees.

After we reached Wentworth Falls we swung off the main road, and drove towards one of the several panoramic lookouts of the Blue Mountains.

Here, we caught a breath-taking view of The Falls.

Then we returned to the highway and soon arrived at Leura, where we were to stay for a fortnight.

During our holiday we saw some magnificent scenery, which we mostly found 011 our many walking expeditions. One morning we set off early for a walk around the cliffs to Katoomba. I do not think that I have ever seen so many different types of scenery, as 1 did 011 this walk. One moment we were walking through a ferny glade, where we were fascinated by the glorious colours of the birds. The next 60

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hours. Finally we asked them what they wanted, but they said they were only looking at us.

We bought our fruit from the natives; they sell it very cheaply. It is absolutely delicious, and much superior to Australian paw-paws, pineapples, bananas and custard apples. They make baskets from big leaves in which they carry the fruit.

There are only a few white people at Aitape.

Our family was about half the population. We could go swimming in the river only, because the surf was too dangerous. We experienced a rather frightening time coming through this same surf in a canoe, as our boat had to anchor a long way from the land. I thought we would go under, as it is quite common for the canoes to be swamped.

ICELANDIC SCRAP BOOK A short while ago, my father tuned into a radio station 5CL and heard the tail end of a talk entitled: "A Sailor On Skis". When it had ended, the announcer said: "You have been listening to a talk

by Mr on his experience in Iceland". While we were having supper, I asked my father why he had been so interested in this talk. He said it took him back to 1940 when he was at a Naval communication station in Iceland. A sailor who was working with my father at the base had volunteered to go to a lonely village and live among the Icelanders for eighteen months. He had with him only his transmitter and a pair of skis. It was a coincidence for Father to be listening to this man giving his experiences over the A.B.C. after all these years.

Since my holiday in New Guinea, which 1 enjoyed very much, I find it hard to understand why more Australians do not settle there. Perhaps in the future many will go there, so that our claim to New Guinea will not be just empty or selfish.

Many people think that Icelanders are Eskimos!

This is incorrect. They are descendants of the Norse-men who discovered Iceland in the 9th century. It is probable that they would never have sailed near Iceland if they had not seen smoke.

The smoke came from hot springs so they named this place Reykjavik. "Reykja" is a Norse word "to smoke" and "vik" means "creek" or "inlet", hence "Smoking Creek". Now, Reykjavik is the capital of Iceland and has a population of about 50,000. While my father was there, he did not see a policeman under 6ft. 2in. tall. Reykjavik is a beautiful city with lovely parks. In view of the present interest in an Australian National theatre, it is interesting to know that our existing theatres cannot compare with the Icelandic National Theatre with its audition rooms, rehearsal rooms and most complete stage. Their National library rivals any in Europe; and the only records of early Christianity in Northern Europe are to be found there contained in manuscripts written in old Norse that is pure Icelandic. Four years ago, these manuscripts were in the Danish National library at Copenhagen but after repeated requests they were handed over to the Icelandic Government. Reykjavik has an excellent High School and University, and a beautiful Catholic cathedral though the National religion is Lutheran.

The hot springs which led to the discovery of Iceland now supply central heating for the whole of the city. By the way, we call hot springs "Geysers" but this has really been derived from the name of the most famous hot spring in Iceland which the Icelanders called "Geyser", meaning "to gush forth".

CAROLIN PARER (17).

B.—DING A LOO.

The morning on which I was to leave for one of the most thrilling hikes of my life dawned bright and clear. After I had eaten my breakfast hastily, Mrs. Millar, Dorothy and other friends had arrived, and we set off happily.

The journey to Dingaloo, the native village, was about six miles, but we had a break at the hot springs four miles from home. Here we rested, and had a delightful swim. We put everyone in the warm water, and then in the cold, which was great fun until we received the same treatment.

About 8.30 a.m. we set out for the village again, where the Lulai, the head man, met us. Some boys came to relieve us of our heavy packs. We were amazed when wc arrived to find that we had climbed two thousand feet in the course of the journey, but it was worth the effort, as the bush was lovely.

We spent the afternoon bargaining for watermelons, pineapples and plants. When we had sufficient, we did some exploring. A short distance away was a waterfall which was reached by sliding over slippery rocks and logs. There, on a log which stretched across the cascading water, we sat to take some snaps.

Before we left, the natives gave us a sing-song, in the most wonderful singing one could imagine.

The Lulai showed the church they art1 building for themselves, complete with a bell. The dixie boy who teaches the children, and leads all the religious exercises, organised the sing-song for us.

The next day we started on the journey home, and we children decided to do the two miles from the native village to the hot springs in less than half an hour. As it was all down hill, we covered the distance in less than twenty minutes. Here we stayed for lunch, and arrived back home that afternoon.

SHERIDAN COOPER

At the northmost point of Iceland is a beautiful town called Akarairee. Fifty miles north is a small island called Grimseye. This island which is the home of thousands of birds is actually in (he Arcticcircle. My father and a friend used to go swimming there. Maybe you do not believe this; but he says that in summer the water is quite warm. This friend hopes to swim the English Channel. He trains in the fjords round Reykjavik. His longest swim so far has been twelve miles.

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Cold climates make us think of fur coats, and Iceland caters for this. There are several fox farms.

If a person wishes to buy a f u r he may go to one of these farms and watch the young foxes playing in the field. Having selected the one he wants, he watches the farmer fix an identification tag to the fox's collar. When it is full grown, it is killed; the fur is cured and sent to the owner. My father has told me many stories of the foxes' cunning: Because it had repeatedly escaped, a fox was chained to an iron stake about six feet high. It could find no way to get loose until one day he discovered a large stone. He stood on it and leapt into the air. The result was that the ring of the chain was forced up over the top of the stake and the clever fox escaped.

Thus we walked for a month. Then we were packed into cattle trucks which took us to Germany. Then we were taken into a Camp. All around it there was a barbed wire fencing. In the centre stood some wooden ramshackle shacks, and we had to live in there. We were always hungry, cold and very poor.

At the end of the war we had a very happy reunion with our father who had been a war prisoner.

Opening my eyes I interrupt my thoughts because they terrify me.

If we went to one of the cafes beside the delightful lake in the centre of the city we could have blueberry soup and fresh river trout with vegetables and cream cakes.

We could sit drinking coffee until twelve p.m. then return home nodding to the men as they work in their gardens by the light of a midnight sun.

What do they grow? Well, not Icelandic poppies, because my father never saw one of these gay flowers until he came to Australia.

MARY

VIRA TURSKY (13), Marryatville.

Slowly along the way He trod before, A Mother followed on that day; A cross she bore.

She found no time for tears Her eyes were dry; She k n e w f r o m all the jeers He had passed by.

VALERIE WALSH (12), Marryatville.

She stumbled blindly on To that high hill, Where on the cross her Son Hung, very still.

A REMEMBRANCE Closing my eyes, 1 see as if at the pictures, my past, which runs across my brain like a film tape.

The good, bad and terrifying times.

The war — planes, bombs, fire, corpses and blood. At night when we sleep fully dressed, we hear the whistle of sirens, alarms, and Mummy takes us and a small parcel, and we rush to the cellar.

Peal after peal, and the earth trembles. We cry and Mummy prays. Everything is dark as lights are not allowed. 1 cannot understand what is happening, but 1 am afraid — very much afraid — for I can feel something very frightening. Coming out of the cellar everything is light. Fires, more corpses and blood as if water after rain.

We ask Mummy why those people won't move, and Mummy tells us that the bombs killed them.

Morning! — We are hungry and thirsty. But there is no food. The shops are destroyed and the milk was not delivered.

How long this lasted, I cannot remember. But I do remember that many times we ran to the cellar for shelter and that we were very frightened.

Then one day, some soldiers came and told Mummy that we must leave, for this place would be used as a frontier. Mununy wept but the soldiers threw us out on to the road where there were many others like us.

We walked and walked till we were weary, hungry, cold and tired. At night we slept outside, cuddled up to Mummy. The soldiers were always there, forcing us to move on.

She did not raise her head Until at last "You shall Mother men," He said And f r o m life passed.

She bowed her head again And t h e r e forgave All who caused Her Son's pain All He died to save.

GRANIA LATTANZI

(Leaving).

Toorak.

MARY She stood in a pool of sunlight surveying her work, When slowly across her face came a shade.

Picking up her broom she bent to look.

But it was only the shadow of a great wing flying over her soul And Mary smiled.

BEVERLEY QUINN

(Matriculation).

Toorak.

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LORETO C O N V E N T , C L A R E MONT, W.A.

SODALITY OF OUR LADY Back

R o w : C. A n t o i n e , S. G w y n n e , V. D o d d .

D. W a l s h , G. G o l d i n g , J . F o n t a i n e , P. H a r r i s , M. S t a p l e s , G. H a d f i e l d .

S e c o n d R o w : J . D u n p h y , P . J o n e s , L. S. C u r r a n , M. D w y e r .

Peterson,

Front Row: E. B a r t l e t t , M. K e n n e d y , M. P s t o n . H . B o y l s o n , M. W a l s h , G. R o b e r t s .

SUB-JUNIOR CLASS Back

R o w : A. A h e r n , A. C a s t e n e l l e , D. C l a r k e , A. S t a n l e y , L H a n z l i c e k , C. C u n n i n g h a m , D. H u r s t , F. S u n t e r - S m i t h , G. G r i e v e , M. O ' N e i l l , D. M o r r o w .

S e c o n d R o w : M. D o d d , B. B u r g i n , H . L o c k y e r , E .

O ' N e i l l , F . Riley, M. B a r d e n , V. J a c k m a n , M. H a y e s , J . D u r a c k , J . G a r d i n e r , J . A g n e w , J. H a y wood, J . H o p k i n s , K. V a l l e n t i n e .

F r o n t R o w : C. D u n p h y , M. O ' C o n n o r , IC. M o r g a n , P. B r o c k e n , K. L a v a n , N. O b e r g , E. Calder, J .

P e t e r s o n , T. F i t z p a t r i c k , S. A n t o i n e , L. Ryan, S. Noble, M. C o n n o l l y , M. S i n g l e t o n , D. B a t e m a n .

Absent:

S.

Wood.

FORM III B a c k R o w : R. O ' N e i l l , J. H a n s o n , E. P r e n d e r g a s t , G. F o s s , H . D e v a n e . G. F i t z g e r a l d , M. W e i s e , J . G a l l a g h e r , C. D o b s o n , M. M e e h a n , D. K e n n e d y .

F. V e n t o u r a s .

S e c o n d R o w : A. S h a n a h a n , S. T a y l o r , P. J o n e s , P. O ' C o n n o r , P. S h a n a h a n , R. W a n t l i n g , J . H o g a n .

V. L e e s o n , A. H a r r i s , J . Bull, L. H u l l s , J. H a r t i g a n , J . P i g g f o r d , C. W i s h a r t , J . C a r m i c h a e l .

F r o n t R o w : E. T r e t h o w a n , M. Connell, F. R y a n , A. F i t z g e r a l d , M. Zilko, B. B e s s e n , M. D u n p h y , S. Allen, K. O ' L o u g h l i n , C, F l y n n , M. Dimond, R. L o r r i m a r , R. W a t k i n s , J . B i d d i e s , M. Q u i n l a n , C. N o b l e .

LORETO C O N V E N T , C L A R E MONT, W.A.

lilllli

PREFECTS B a c k R o w : M . W a l s h , G. R o b e r t s , P. J o n e s , L. P e t e r s o n ( H e a d P r e f e c t ) , H . B o y l s o n , S. C u r r a n , M. D w y e r .

F r o n t R o w : J . D u n p h y , V. D o d d , E. Bartlett.

JUNIOR PUBLIC Back

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R o w : E. F i t z g e r a l d , F . B u r k e , S. McMahon-Glynn, A. J o n e s , W. Williams.

S e c o n d R o w : E. O ' C o n n o r , N. G a r d n e r , I . G o e r k e , S. C r a n s t o n , S. R o u t l e d g e , S. W r a t t e n , S. M e a g h e r , G. E t t i n g e r , J . Cullen.

F r o n t R o w : C. L l o y d , J . S h a n a h a n , J .

G a d s t o n , G. W h i t e , P . C o n n o r , D. McPhee, M. N o b l e , B. R i d l e y , G. H o r s f a l l , G. E v a n s , A. H o l b r o o k .

A b s e n t : D. O l l i v i e r .

LEAVING CLASS Back

R o w : S. W a t k i n s , J . F o n t a i n e , J. H o w i e son, P. Kelly, P. Harris, H. Boylson, P. J o n e s , D. W a l s h , G. R o b e r t s , M. W a l s h .

G. H a d f i e l d , M. S t a p l e s .

S e c o n d R o w : G. G o l d i n g , C. M a g e e , A. S l a t t e r y , H . Reilly, M. O ' H a r a . C. A n t o i n e , C. D a l y S m i t h , J . K i l l e r b y , M. K e l l o n d , J . H u n t , S. C u r r a n , J. D u n p h y .

F r o n t R o w : E. B a r t l e t t , S. G w y n n e , M. K e n n e d y , N. S a d l e r , M. Dwyer, V. Dodd, L. P e t e r s o n , M. P a t o n , M. B o n j o l o , M. B u t l e r , D. O ' N e i l l , M. K i n g , E. O ' D o n o h o e .

CENTRE CAPTION (Page 65.)

JUNIOR SCHOOL (Classes III and IV) B a c k R o w : K. K e e , B. D r a k e - B r o c k m a n , A. Killick, A. W h e e l e r . J . B l a z e j e w i c z , J. R i d l e y , N. C l a r k e , B. P a g e , E . A h e r n , B . S t e w a r t .

Y. A n t o i n e , M. O ' H a l l o r a n , M. C u r r a n .

F r o n t R o w : E. C l a r k e , M. Collier, T . L o g a n , R. O ' H a l l o r a n , M. L a d n e r , C. W i l k i n s o n , B. B r i d g e , M . L a d n e r , P . O ' N e i l l . M. O ' H a l l o r a n , C. C l a r k e , E. R y a n .

A b s e n t : A, B a k e r , S. W o o d .

LORETO CONVENT, CLAREMONT,

W.A.

FORMS I AND II (Top) Back Row ( S t a n d i n g ) : C. J o n e s , M. S l a t t e r y , P . R u m b l e , J. G r e e n T. Leslie, S. D o d d , K. T u r n e r , J . C o n n e l l , C. O ' H a l l o r a n , L. Evangelisti, T. H u g h e s , L. L o g u e , C. M c D o u g a l l , J . Davis, M. B a r r e t t .

Second Row ( S i t t i n g i : D. P a g e , H . D o w n e s , M. P a y n e , V Meehan, P. B u z z a r d , M. R y a n , A. W o r n e r , A. M c A u l i f f e , A. D a v i s , S. Tomlinson, A. V e n t o u r a s , B. N i c h o l l s , J . H a g a n .

Front R o w : L. N e t t l e t o n . D. O ' D o n n e l l , N. R y a n , B. H y n e s , A. Bridge, K. P a r n e l l , R. G a n n o n , J . K e e n a n , L. M c N a m a r a , D. Farley, P . D r a k e - B r o c k m a n , D. C o c k s , K. O ' L o u g h l i n .

Absent: L. C r o m m e l i n , A. H i n d l e y , J . L a v a n .

(With m u c h r e g r e t we o m i t t e d t h e p i c t u r e of t h e fine J u n i o r School. S p a c e is t h e t y r a n t . — E d . )

new

CLASSES I, II & PREPARATORY The Swan River in the Background.

Back R o w : R. O r r , S. H o g a n , V. S t e w a r t , C. D a l y , N. P a g e , M. Boddy, M. A d a m s , J . L a v a n , J . M e e h a n , K. D o b s o n , N. T e a g u e , P. Hopkins, S. F a r r e l l , J . H a d f i e l d , M. H o l b r o o k .

Second R o w : E. H o p k i n s , S. S h a n a h a n , M. G i l l e t t , J . B o d d y , L. Rvan, J. Stokes, S. M a r s h a l l , J . D e l f s , C. R o s s i , D. S p r i n g t h o r p e , C. Cocks, M. F a r r e l l , P . A d a m s , M. H i c k s . A b s e n t : P. B a k e r , D. Avery, F. G e o r g e .

Front Row: D. O r r , P. O r r , T . C o c k s , M. L e n n o n , K . F i t z p a t r i c k , G. Flynn, G. T o m l i n s o n , J . M a h o n y , J . L a w r i e , P . B u l l , G. Green, J. O ' H a l l o r a n , J. O ' C o n n o r , P . M a h o n e y , P . F l y n n .

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L O R E T O

P l e a s u r e s of

Literature

RADIO PLAY: DAISY BATES Characters — D A I S Y B A T E S , E D I T O R

OF "TIMES",

MICHAEL

(Soft dreamy m u s i c — A f t e r a few m i n u t e s Daisy s p e a k s in a s o f t , f a r a w a y voice, a n d t h e m u s i c c o n t i n u e s in ground as she speaks.)

(her

friend); (They

Bates back-

NARRATOR gradually again.)

it r e a c h e s c l i m a x

when

title is

(Bring

DAISY: (There

Won't

you

sit

EDITOR:

And

now,

DAISY:

Bates,

Mrs.

EDITOR:

Well,

Mrs.

can

I

do

for

you,

Yes,

I

—

remember

Then

that

experience

D A I S Y : When I returned S t e a d on t h e staff of

letter.

you.

assign-

b e g i n n i n g as background.)

I must

she

is

d o it, t h a t it

is

out.

walks back buzzer.)

to

the

will

desk

be

most

and

rings

2.

MICHAEL: W e l l , i t ' s good t o see c i v i l i z a t i o n a g a i n a f t e r t h o s e y e a r s in t h e i n t e r i o r , D a i s y . D o y o u t h i n k P e r t h still l o o k s t h e same?

silence) : Do you know anything of t h e w o r k y o u wish t o u n d e r t a k e ?

DAISY

in

journalism

have

you

had,

t o L o n d o n in 1895, T w o r k e d " R e v i e w of R e v i e w s " .

good

health?

Has

your

lung

disease

completely

You

have

EDITOR: N o t a t all, M r s .

DAISY: Good a f t e r n o o n .

been

Bates.

most

kind

Good

afternoon.

to

heartedly) : are

Mmm-.

you

going

to

do,

anyway,

now

we're

back

D A I S Y : T h a t ' s what I've been thinking about.

M I C H A E L : So t h a t ' s t h e r e a s o n w h y y o u ' v e b e e n so q u i e t .

Well, w h a t is it? W h a t a r e you g o i n g t o d o ?

DAISY: I am going back.

MTCHAEL: Going b a c k ? T o the interior, to the natives, and the heat a n d l o n e l i n e s s a n d s i l e n c e of t h e d e s e r t .

Back, just now when you've m a d e a n a m e for yourself.

DAISY: Yes, back to the natives.

MICHAEL: H o w will you, o n e w o m a n , h e l p t h e m ?

W h e r e will yoti g e t t h e m o n e y ?

Mrs.

for W .

(Half

MICHAEL: What in P e r t h ?

T.

been cured

DAISY: 1 will sell m y p a s t o r a l h o l d i n g s .

MICHAEL: W h e r e will y o u live?

W h e r e will y o u s l e e p ?

Who will be y o u r f r i e n d s ?

DAISY: 1 shall live, sleep a n d eat w i t h t h e m .

They are my f r i e n d s , t h e y a r e m y life.

T h e n s o f t f a r a w a y m u s i c . T h e v o i c e of D a i s y B a t e s s p e a k s as if f a r a w a y in h e r m i n d . ) " Y e s , I a m a l o n e n o w , a n d t h i s w o r k w i t h t h e a b o r i g i n e s is t h e w o r k I m u s t d o — I k n o w , b e c a u s e I feel it in m y h e a r t •— feel it in m y h e a r t . " ( M u s i c s t o p s as h e r voice f a d e s . ) EDITOR: M r s . B a t e s , 1 see n o r e a s o n w h y you s h o u l d n o t t a k e on t h i s a s s i g n m e n t . Y o u say y o u e n j o y g o o d h e a l t h , you h a v e a f r a n k , p l e a s i n g m a n n e r , a n d p l e n t y of e x p e r i e n c e .

I think y o u will do. ( H e p a u s e s a m o m e n t ) .

I a l s o feel s u r e t h a t with i n t e r e s t i n g d i s p a t c h e s c o m i n g f r o m A u s t r a l i a , t h e c i r c u l a tion of t h e " T i m e s " will i n c r e a s e .

I n t e r e s t in A u s t r a l i a is very h i g h . I p e r s o n a l l y a m m o s t i n t e r e s t e d . ( S t a n d s u p . ) But if you will c o m e h e r e on T h u r s d a y a f t e r n o o n n e x t , all t h e final' a r r a n g e m e n t s will be m a d e f o r y o u .

Thank

this

to

NARRATOR: A f t e r h e r w o r k for t h e " T i m e s " D a i s y B a t e s w a s commissioned by the W e s t A u s t r a l i a n G o v e r n m e n t to write a h i s t o r y of a c e r t a i n a b o r i g i n a l t r i b e . A f t e r t w o y e a r s of w o r k in t h i s field, D a i s y B a t e s c a m e b a c k to P e r t h .

W e find h e r t a l k i n g t o a f r i e n d , w h o w a s a l s o on t h e e x p e d i t i o n .

(Music stops.)

silence —

DAISY:

find

S C E N E

a few d a y s a g o w h e r e Western Australia had

DAISY: Y e s , t h e w a r m e r c l i m a t e of A u s t r a l i a me, and now I enjoy very good health.

EDITOR: H a v e you a n y family ties?

DAISY: No, I am alone now.

(A

soon

—

DAISY: I spent ten y e a r s there when I was about twenty-seven because I had a serious lung disease, which could only be c u r e d b y l i v i n g in a w a r m e r c l i m a t e .

EDITOR: A r e you in completely cured?

for w a n t i n g

speaks

EDITOR: A strong conviction?

A f e e l i n g t h a t it is m y w o r k .

W h a t did s h e m e a n by t h a t ?

A strong conviction?

But I c a n ' t w o r r y a b o u t it n o w .

A h - s e n d in M r . G r e g s o n , p l e a s e Miss Meehan.

(Music.)

Bates?

EDITOR (After a moment's of A u s t r a l i a , of t h e n a t u r e

What

You'll

DAISY: Good afternoon. ( T h e E d i t o r closes t h e d o o r , a

D A I S Y : 1 a m a s k i n g y o u if you will a l l o w m e t o g o to A u s t r a l i a a s y o u r r e p r e s e n t a t i v e to i n v e s t i g a t e t h e s e a l l e g a t i o n s .

EDITOR: Bates?

reason

WOMAN.

lie

Bates.

DAISY: I r e a d a l e t t e r in t h e " T i m e s " it w a s a l l e g e d t h a t w h i t e s e t t l e r s in shown cruelty to the natives there.

EDITOR:

Mrs.

special

NARRATOR, it f o r h e r . away.)

EDITOR: T h a n k you.

1 am sure your dispatches interesting.

Good a f t e r n o o n , M r s . B a t e s .

down?

what

NURSE,

he o p e n s she goes

DAISY: I ' m s u r e t h e f e e l i n g is real, yet n o w i t ' s m o r e a s t r o n g conviction rather than a feeling.

Yes, a strong conviction. ( S i l e n c e w h i l e d r e a m of D a i s y f a d e s a w a y . )

you.

is s i l e n c e f o r a m o m e n t a s t h e E d i t o r s i g n s p a p e r s . he p u t s d o w n t h e p e n a n d p u s h e s t h e p a p e r s a w a y . )

the

in v o i c e of D a i s y B a t e s a n d m u s i c in d e s c r i b i n g h e r d r e a m p l a y e d s o f t l y in

EDITOR:

announced.)

( D r a m t i c a l l y ) : She was their Kabbarli. (Music softens a n d c o n t i n u e s for a m o m e n t b e f o r e N a r r a t o r s p e a k s

Thank

door, and her before

to

D A I S Y : Yes, 1 have — it's a feeling that my work.

NARRATOR: T h e Office of t h e " L o n d o n T i m e s " o n e Monday a f t e r n o o n in 1898. T h e d o o r h a s j u s t closed a s t h e S e c r e t a r y h a s left a n d t h e E d i t o r s p e a k s t o t h e w o m a n b e f o r e h i m .

(Music Stops.)

(Door Closes.)

EDITOR:

BANYADA,

walk

EDITOR: You have some ment, haven't you?

D A I S Y : I w a s d r e a m i n g , a n d in m y d r e a m 1 s a w a lonely b l a c k figure s t a n d i n g o n a m o u n d in a v a s t , h o t d e s e r t p l a i n .

He w a s g a z i n g f a r a w a y i n t o t h e d i s t a n c e , p e r h a p s t h i n k i n g of o t h e r , h a p p i e r d a y s he k n e w .

As I watched his eyes turned a n d he w a s g a z i n g at m e i n t e n t l y , a s if b e g g i n g m e to d o s o m e t h i n g for him, imploring me — and then the dream faded (voice goes into distance).

(Music gets louder until

JINGAROO,

MICHAEL: B e p r a c t i c a l , D a i s y . L o o k at t h i n g s s e n s i b l y . I tell y o u , y o u ' r e j u s t r e m e m b e r i n g t h e last t o u c h i n g s c e n e — y o u k n o w , w h e n t h e n a t i v e s f a r e w e l l e d us a s w e left f o r P e r t h .

W e l l , i t ' s o n l y a s e n t i m e n t a l o b s e s s i o n , t h a t ' s all.

It's not a n o b l e c a l l i n g like a n u r s e or a d o c t o r .

No, it's just a sentim e n t a l o b s e s s i o n , w h i c h will soon w e a r off. Y o u see, you d o n ' t r e m e m b e r t h e o t h e r side n o w — b u t w a i t till y o u g e t b a c k there.

DAISY:

1

know

it's

bleak.

MICHAEL: W e l l n o w y o u ' r e b e g i n n i n g t o see s e n s e — to t h i n k , a f t e r all, it is a c r a z y idea. L o o k , I c a n get y o u a j o b o n a n e w s p a p e r h e r e a s a r e p o r t e r , a n d t h e r e ' s n o t a b a d social life in P e r t h . I k n o w y o u love a g o o d t i m e .

How about that?

D A I S Y : W e l l , it s o u n d s a t t r a c t i v e .

me.

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L O R E T MICHAEL: T h e r e you a r e .

I t ' s all D A I S Y : B u t t h e f e e l i n g is still t h e r e ,

settled.

Michael,

the

c h o s e n t h i s life? I h a d n ' t seen a w h i t e f a c e for m o n t h s , y e a r s it s e e m e d — a n d w h a t h a d b e c o m e of m y old a m b i t i o n s ?

All I did w a s w a n d e r n o w w i t h t h e n a t i v e t r i b e s a r o u n d t h e d e s e r t , so d r y , h o t a n d p i t i l e s s — T h e g r e e n fields of I r e l a n d c a m e to mind — Ireland where I had been born.

I felt a g r e a t l o n g i n g t o see o n c e a g a i n t h e g r e e n fields a n d t h e c o u n t r y side s o a k e d w i t h r a i n , a n d t h e w h i t e - w a s h e d Irish cottages s e e m i n g to n e s t l e in t h e m i s t y hills — ( p a u s e s ) . T h e n a t i v e s d e p e n d e d on m e , yet I h a d n o o n e to d e p e n d on, n o one.

They called m e K a b b a r l i , Kabbarli. [ E c h o e s of t h e name Kabbarli r i n g o u t , loud at first, t h e n f a d i n g a w a y in t h e d i s t a n c e a s if hills a r e t h r o w i n g t h e e c h o e s of m a n y voices b a c k a n d f o r t h ] . T h e n a m e r a n g t h r o u g h m y m i n d a s if a t h o u s a n d hills w e r e e c h o i n g it.

Kabbarli.

It m e a n t bloodb r o t h e r , y e t t h e r e w e r e t i m e s w h e n I felt I could not b e a r to t o u c h t h e m , K a b b a r l i [echoes fade].

N o , not e v e n the t h o u g h t t h a t t h e n a t i v e s d e p e n d e d on m e b r o u g h t c o m f o r t — It only b r o u g h t more loneliness, m o r e loneliness.

I looked at t h e s t a r s a b o v e , t h e y s t r e t c h e d f o r m i l e s a n d m i l e s , a n d t h e d e s e r t , too, s t r e t c h e d f o r m i l e s , m i l e s a n d m o r e miles, a n d there w a s no end. I w a s the only white w o m a n a m o n g tribes of n a t i v e s , t h e only w h i t e w o m a n — t h e o n l y w h i t e w o m a n .

H o w could 1 go on?

H o w c o u l d I b e a r it? W h a t s h o u l d I do?

O h , God, Y o u a r e t h e n a t i v e s ' F a t h e r , b e m y Father, too.

H e l p m e n o w w h e n I n e e d Y o u as I h a d n e v e r n e e d e d Y o u before. O h , God, please give me the s t r e n g t h to go on. [ S o f t m u s i c c o n t i n u e s f o r a while, t h e n e n d s .

Daisy speaks again.]

B a n y a d a , an old w o m a n , c a m e t o my c a m p dying of a r e p u l s i v e d i s e a s e .

I watched over her, and helped her bear the pains which tormented her.

One night, however [ f r o g s c r o a k i n g , fire c r a c k l i n g i n t e r m i t t e n t l y t h r o u g h S c e n e ] 1 r e a l i z e d she w a s d y i n g a n d as I sat b e s i d e h e r , h o l d i n g h e r h a n d , t h e flames of t h e fire flickered o n h e r d r a w n tired face.

conviction.

MICHAEL: L o o k , I told y o u b e f o r e w h a t y o u r " c o n v i c t i o n " is.

It's a sentimental obsession.

You're making a mistake and y o u ' d soon s e t t l e d o w n h e r e . A n d , as I said b e f o r e , you a r e o n e w o m a n a m o n g all t h o s e b l a c k s .

What could you do?

Nothing, absolutely nothing. (Pauses.)

O n c e a n d f o r all, a r e you or a r e you not a c c e p t i n g m y i d e a !

DAISY: M i c h a e l , t h e w a y you a r g u e d , m y idea s o u n d e d silly a n d i m p o s s i b l e — I m u s t a d m i t I e v e n c o n s i d e r e d it s e r i o u s l y for s o m e m o m e n t s .

B u t I k n o w m y idea is not " S i l l y " or "Impossible".

I ' d be t o r m e n t e d all m y life if I d i d n ' t g o back to the natives — I know 1 would.

1 m u s t go b a c k , a n d as s o o n as I c a n .

(Music,

soft

MICHAEL

at

first,

but w o r k i n g up to a climax e n d of D a i s y ' s s p e e c h . )

coming own

(after a

silence) : Well,

I

know.

It

is

my

choice.

MICHAEL: life f o r

But —

1 just

don't

see w h y

DAISY:

you're

on

you

your

want

at

the

from

now.

to give

up

your

D A I S Y ( H e r voice g e t s m o r e q u i e t l y i n t e n s e a s she g o e s on u n t i l t h e c l i m a x a t t h e e n d of h e r s p e e c h . ) F o r a h a n d f u l of d i r t y b l a c k s . I told y o u , 1 m u s t , I feel I must.

A n d I k n o w m y " f e e l i n g " is not a s you call it a s e n t i m e n t a l o b s e s s i o n , b e c a u s e I h a v e h a d it for a l o n g t i m e , even w h e n 1 a s k e d t h e E d i t o r of t h e " T i m e s " f o r t h e a s s i g n ment here, 1 had that s t r o n g conviction that this was m y life's w o r k . W e l l , I h a v e f o u n d it is. N o w t h a t c o n v i c t i o n is s t r o n g e r , s t r o n g e r t h a n e v e r . Y o u m a y say t h e y ' r e a h a n d f u l of d i r t y b l a c k s — I k n o w t h e y ' r e d i r t y , b u t t h e y h a v e t h e w a r m e s t h e a r t s in t h e w o r l d . T h e y feel cold, h u n g e r a n d p a i n as w e d o — t h e y a r e G o d ' s c r e a t u r e s a s w e a r e .

I can try to h e l p t h e m t o a h a p p i e r l i v i n g .

I k n o w you d o n ' t u n d e r stand me.

But I have made up my mind.

M y life b e l o n g s to the blacks.

(Music

continues

loudly

for

a

moment,

SCENE

then

B A N Y A D A (Old, I going?

DAISY:

quietens.)

NARRATOR: T o w a r d s t h e e n d of W o r l d W a r I I a p e r m a n e n t c a m p w a s e s t a b l i s h e d at O o l d e a , on t h e r i m of t h e N u l l a b a r D e s e r t a n d D a i s y B a t e s still c o n t i n u e d t o d o h e r w o r k a m o n g the natives. ( M u s i c ends.)

DAISY:

Jingaroo,

do

you

feel

DAISY:

Jingaroo,

JINGAROO: here.

DAISY: soon

have

Kabbarli,

you

left

Jingaroo

T a k e t h i s food a n d to J i n g a r o o again.

JINGAROO:

Kabbarli,

Jingaroo

the

be

much

here

red

medicine. you.

all

day.

better

I

All

day

Kabbarli

will

get

soon.

well

I

Is

Kabbarli

good?

BANYADA:

Kabbarli

is

Kabbarli,

where

I

going?

Where

good.

[Soft

DAISY": A few m i n u t e s l a t e r 1 felt B a n y a d a ' s h a n d g r o w cold in m i n e .

A n d as I sat t h e r e , g a z i n g i n t o t h e fire, I felt a h a p p i n e s s a n d w a r m t h in all m y b o d y .

B a n y a d a was dead, h e r h a n d w a s cold, yet .^he h a d t r u s t e d o n m e , d e p e n d e d on m e , loved m e , a n d t o m e s h e w a s still w a r m w i t h life. S h e w a s safe -—• safe in t h e a r m s of o u r C o m m o n F a t h e r .

The t h o u g h t of B a n y a d a d e p e n d i n g o n me, of all t h e n a t i v e s d e p e n d i n g o n m e did n o t b r i n g t h e s a m e s e n s e of l o n e l i n e s s t h a t it did b e f o r e . I t b r o u g h t m o r e h a p p i n e s s .

1 k n e w t h a t I could n e v e r leave t h e n a t i v e s a g a i n , a n d t h a t n o m a t t e r w h a t happ e n e d , o r h o w i s o l a t e d I felt, 1 w o u l d s t a y w i t h t h e n a t i v e s , a n d be t h e i r K a b b a r l i a l w a y s .

[Music pauses a moment.]

In t h e m o r n i n g I s t a r t e d o u t w i t h t h e t r i b e on t h e j o u r n e y to t h e n e x t w a t e r h o l e .

[Music again.]

when a s if

camp?

been

thank

will

voice) :

BANYADA: Y o u r F a t h e r , K a b b a r l i ? T h e n 1 shall be safe. m u s i c b e g i n s t o g o t h r o u g h s p e e c h in b a c k g r o u n d . ]

better?

J I N G A R O O : Kabbarli, me much better.

But if you g i v e m e f o o d a n d r e d m e d i c i n e .

faint

D A I S Y ( g e n t l y ) : M y F a t h e r is s i t t i n g d o w n w h e r e you a r e g o i n g .

B a n y a d a . A s soon as I let g o of y o u r h a n d , m y F a t h e r will c a t c h h o l d of it. H e will t a k e c a r e of y o u till 1 c o m e .

3.

DAISY: I h a d c a l l e d on t h e sick c a m p of J i n g a r o o , a n d 1 entered the camp, I found her lying down, m o a n i n g in p a i n .

0

lie call

DAISY: T h i s h a p p e n e d e v e r y day I c a l l e d on J i n g a r o o ' s c a m p , but I knew that d u r i n g the m o r n i n g w h e n I was at other camps, she ran over to play c a r d s or gossip with the o t h e r w o m e n . W h e n s h e s a w m e c o m i n g , she r e t u r n e d t o h e r c a m p p r e t e n d i n g s h e h a d b e e n t h e r e all d a y .

T r i c k s like these were so t r a n s p a r e n t t h a t I e n j o y e d b e i n g a v i c t i m of t h e i r humour.

S C E N E

4.

NARRATOR: In 1933, D a i s y B a t e s w a s c r e a t e d a C o m m a n d e r of t h e O r d e r of t h e B r i t i s h E m p i r e , a n d in 1936 h e r b o o k " T h e P a s s i n g of t h e A b o r i g i n e s " , w a s first p u b l i s h e d . T h e n in 1945, ill h e a l t h f o r c e d h e r t o r e t u r n to A d e l a i d e , a n d t h e n e x t y e a r s of h e r life w e r e s p e n t in s u b u r b a n rest h o m e s a n d private hospitals.

(Music stops.)

(Soft m u s i c c o n t i n u e s on t h r o u g h n e x t S c e n e in t h e b a c k g r o u n d , slightly i n c r e a s i n g in v o l u m e a n d i n t e n s i t y t o w a r d s e n d of s p e e c h , with d i s t a n t s i n g i n g of t h e b l a c k s w e a v i n g i n t e r m i t t e n t l y through S c e n e in b a c k g r o u n d . )

NURSE: I w a s t h e n u r s e in t h e p r i v a t e h o s p i t a l in w h i c h M r s .

Bates was staying.

One evening I went into her room and found her asleep.

I looked at her small, wrinkled face and w o n d e r e d j u s t w h a t h e r life h a d b e e n , w h a t s h e h a d e x p e r i e n c e d , w h a t w a s t h e c a u s e of t h e w r i n k l e s ?

I only knew somewhere she had been w o r k i n g with native tribes.

Quite suddenly she awoke, a n d I asked her a quesfion.

DAISY: B u t life w i t h t h e b l a c k s w a s n o t a l w a y s h a p p y .

There w e r e s o m e d a y s a n d n i g h t s w h e n t h e s e n s e of m y l o n e l i n e s s o v e r w h e l m e d m e , w h e n m y m i n d w a s full of m i s g i v i n g s a n d fears. I w o u l d w a n d e r i n t o t h e d a r k n e s s a w a y f r o m t h e n a t i v e c a m p , so t h a t w h e n I looked b a c k , 1 c o u l d only see t h e flickering red g l o w of t h e i r fire, a n d f a i n t l y h e a r t h e m u r m u r i n g of t h e i r song. T h e n 1 w o u l d t h i n k — W h y w a s I h e r e ? W h y h a d I

NURSE: Mrs. natives?

67

Bates,

what

made

you

take

up

work

with

the

L O R E T O

I HAD S E E N ANTIGONE

DAISY (in tired old v o i c e ) : O h , N u r s e , t h a t is h a r d to s a y .

I remember when I was young I had a dream. (She pauses. Small piece of d r e a m f r o m b e g i n n i n g f a i n t l y b e c o m i n g l o u d e r , t h e n f a d i n g a w a y a g a i n . ) T h a t m u s t h a v e s t a r t e d it, I t h i n k .

From t h e n on I h a d a n idea w h i c h g r a d u a l l y u n f o l d e d itself i n t o t h e s t r o n g c o n v i c t i o n I a l w a y s t a l k e d a b o u t . T h e n I did n o t look b a c k , t h o u g h of c o u r s e , s o m e t i m e s T d i d h a v e d o u b t s and temptations.

NURSE: A n d h a v e you h a d a h a p p y life?

DAISY: A h a p p y life? O h , yes, a w o n d e r f u l l y h a p p y o n e .

Why, I c o u l d tell y o u s t o r i e s t h a t w o u l d s a d d e n y o u , s h o c k you a n d m a k e you l a u g h .

Y e s , I c o u l d tell you s t o r i e s .

N U R S E : W o u l d y o u tell t h e m t o m e s o m e d a y ?

DATSY: O h , no, m y d e a r . T h e y w o u l d p r o b a b l y b o r e y o u .

You see, t h e y a r e all m y o w n m e m o r i e s . H o w well I r e m e m b e r m y i n t e r v i e w w i t h t h e E d i t o r of t h e " T i m e s " a n d w h a t h e said ( b r i n g in t h e d i s t a n c e t h e f a r a w a y e c h o of h i s voice f r o m 1st S c e n e . " Y o u have some special reason for w a n t i n g the assignment, haven't you?" " Y o u ' l l s o o n find o u t " . ) I wonder did he ever i m a g i n e w h a t I w o u l d e v e n t u a l l y d o ?

And what m y f r i e n d , M i c h a e l , said t o m e in P e r t h ( E c h o e s as b e f o r e ) , " W h e r e will y o u live?

W h e r e will y o u s l e e p ?

W h o will be your f r i e n d ? " H e didn't understand m e at all.

And the natives — I can hear them now ( E c h o e s as before " K a b b a r l i , me much better". " K a b b a r l i , where I going, where I g o i n g ? " "Kabbarli, Jingaroo thank you."

"Your Father, Kabbarli?

Th« ;i I shall b e s a f e " . ) N u r s e , do y o u k n o w w h a t t h e y called me?

Their Kabbarli or blood-brother.

Oh, they had the k i n d e s t h e a r t s in t h e w o r l d .

P e r h a p s s o m e d a y I will tell you of w h a t h a p p e n e d a t J e l l u r b u r n d a ' s i n i t i a t i o n , o r of D h a l j a a n d all h i s w i v e s .

O h , N u r s e , D h a l j a w a s s u c h a f u n n y old m a n . Y o u w o u l d h a v e loved h i m . ( L a u g h s . ) But I am tired now.

NURSE:

Y o u m u s t rest then, Mrs. Bates.

DAISY:

Goodnight,

Tell m e m o r e

It was a glorious Spring flay. I looked at the sky and marvelled at its clear cobalt depths. The air was warm and still — a drowsy Spring morning.

But bestir myself I must, for it happened that two friends of mine, merchants from Corinth and Sparta, were here in Athens on business.

After our bargaining was done I offered to take them on a tour of the temples and to a play. They accepted though not very willingly, and we began the short but steep ascent of the Acropolis. At the lop we saw the graceful columns of that matchless Doric Temple — The Parthenon. Clustered round it were smaller temples perfect in design and symmetry.

Proudly I showed the wonders of our great architects, sculptors and painters — the inner frieze of the Parthenon; the Birth of Athena; Athena, a wonder in ivory and gold. As I spoke of Phidias I detected a scowl oil the Corinthian's face and the hard features of the Spartan never relaxed.

The sun was almost directly overhead now — time for the play, "Antigone", presented in the Dionysiac Theatre. We hurried down to secure places, which were, fortunately, in the shade. As we sat, a flicker of admiration passed over the face of the Corinthian: The theatre had a seating capacity of twenty thousand; and it was now filling with a galaxy of colour and movement.

to-morrow.

Nurse.

NURSE: Goodnight, Mrs. Bates. ( A silence.

Music starts very softly, but gradually works up t o a b i g c l i m a x at e n d of t r i b u t e s . ) NURSE: A few w e e k s l a t e r , M r s . B a t e s died in h e r sleep on A p r i l 18th, 1951, a t 92 y e a r s of a g e . M a n y t r i b u t e s c a m e f r o m all p a r t s of t h e c o u n t r y — M r . P l a y f o r d , P r e m i e r of S o u t h A u s t r a l i a ; E r n e s t i n e Hill, reporter who had visited her c a m p ; and perhaps, the most significant, moving, tribute would come f r o m o n e of h e r a b o r i g i n e s .

Suddenly the crowd became tense, expectant; the play was about to begin. Antigone and her sister were seen speaking earnestly. Together they had suffered the tragic loss of father, mother, and now, through civil strife, two brothers.

(The

tribute voices should grow more intense with music as voices and music work up to climax at end.)

WOMAN: H e r e w a s a w o m a n w h o c o u l d tell t h e t i m e b y t h e p a s s i n g of t h e s u n , followed t r a c k s like a n a t i v e , a n d c o o k e d h e r food in t h e a s h e s .

NARRATOR: H e r p e r s e v e r a n c e w a s r e w a r d e d not o n l y b y t h e actual results she had achieved, but also by the human a p p r o a c h w h i c h h e r w o r k i n s p i r e d in t h e t r e a t m e n t of n a t i v e people.

WOMAN: A q u a i n t little figure in t h e c h i n - v e i l s a n d s h i r t - w a i s t s ol E d w a r d i a n d a y s , h e r h a n d s w e r e a l w a y s e l e g a n t l y g ' o v e d — those hands that were ceaseless in their service for the derelicts about her.

NARRATOR: H e r p a s s i n g will be m o u r n e d w h e r e v e r aborigines r o a m , f r o m n o r t h e r n m o s t N o r t h e r n T e r r i t o r y to O o l d e a in t h e arid, heartless Nullabor Plains. F o r Daisy B a t e s was not only t h e g r e a t e s t a u t h o r i t y e v e r o n t h e A u s t r a l i a n n a t i v e s , she w a s his friend, his protector, his blood-brother.

"each slain by the other's hand" To one brother, Creon, the King granted honourable burial. The other he deemed a rebel and a traitor. He was denied the barest rites of sepulture to his body and therefore solace to his soul. Both sisters were in a state of anguish; hut the docile Ismene bowed to the decree of the King.

Antigone placed her duty to the dead above all man-made laws — "Convicted of reverence—I shall be content To lie beside a brother whom I love.

We have only a little time to please the living, But all eternity to love the dead."

I sighed as the sisters parted.

DAISY: 1 n e v e r m a d e s e r v a n t s or a t t e n d a n t s of t h e m .

I waited u p o n t h e sick a n d old, c a r r i e d t h e i r b u r d e n s , fed t h e b l i n d a n d the babies, sewed for t h e w o m e n , buried the dead.

They were my friends — I was their Kabbarli.

JINGAROO: She was our friend. She was our Kabbarli.

(Music continues loudly a f t e r climax a n d then ends without softening.)

THE

The chorus of Theban Elders moved forward.

The familiar, well-loved lines thrilled me as always; hut, to-day, I was more interested in the reactions of my friends. Would they be held by the lovely lines of Sophocles — lines, which, even when simplest, were ever "pregnant with thought"? Would they succumb to the beauty and charm and tragic depths of the play?

END.

EDWINA PLANT (16), Toorak. [ T h i s Play tied with one on " C a r o l i n e C h i s h o l m " by L o r e t t a D i v i n y in t h e P a r a c l e t e A r t s C o m p e t i t i o n s of 1954, e a c h r e c e i v i n g a p r i z e of five g u i n e a s . C o n g r a t u l a t i o n s t o E d w i n a a n d L o r e t t a ; a l s o to their t e a c h e r s . — E d . ]

68

L O R

E T O

PAUL

When Antigone braved tbe wrath of the King and went by night to bury her brother, I surprised a look of admiration and pitv on the face of the Corinthian; was it but fleeting, and the countenance of the Spartan remained unmoved. The musical lines of tbe play flowed on, weaving their magic spell on all but two of the audience. But wait, when Antigone went to her terrible doom to be sealed alive in a rock tomb the Spartan's face registered approval that she should die so cruelly for disobedience to tbe king. (1 was not surprised, for this same man had left his baby son on a hillside to die because, at birth, one foot was found to be slightly deformed. I

CLAUDEL

On the Feast of St. Alovsius, Monsieur Huet, a lecturer in French at the Perth University, kindly came to the school and gave us an inspiring talk 011 Paul Claudel as a Catholic.

Although he had bee|n Hanked among: the greatest dramatic poets of the Western world with Aeschylus and Shakespeare, and acclaimed by T. S. Eliot as "the greatest dramatic poet of the century", the greatest thing for Claudel was his Catholic faith.

But it was not always so.

He was born in 1868 in a little town in North East of France. He began his education at a Catholic school but completed it at the Lycee Louis le Grande, where he came under the influence of Kenan and lost his Faith. He was also influenced

by Rimbaud's works, went f u r t h e r astray, and began to lead an immoral life, as lie himself said:

We were now at the heart of the tragedy: Haemon, son of Creon, had to battle with two conflicting loyalties. He loved and respected Creon as his father and his king. He loved Antigone, and her courage and piety strengthened that love. He grieved over her fate and pleaded for her life; but he was even more concerned about tbe greater crime — his father's obstinate abuse of kingly power and blasphemous defiance of piety. He made another appeal —

"I led an immoral life and gradually fell into despair."

On Christmas morning, 1886, he went to High Mass to see the ceremony and returned in the afternoon for Vespers. As the choir was singing the "magnificat", he received a great grace: "In one moment my heart was moved and 1 believed."

"Think if there cannot be some other way.

Surely to think your own the only wisdom, And yours the only word, the only will, Betrays a shallow spirit, an empty heart.

It is no weakness for the wisest man To learn when he is wrong, know when to yield."

However, it was four years before his evil habits lost their grip and he began to lead a Catholic life.

He said "the spiritual fight is as brutal as the fight of man." I11 1890 he made his second Holy Communion at Notre Dame. He became a daily Communicant and spent at least one hour every afternoon in the Presence of the Blessed Sacrament.

Creon remained unmoved, and the son rushed wildly to the tomb of Antigone.

Paul Claude! had an outstanding diplomatic career and travelled to almost every country in the world. He was Consul and later Ambassador in China from 1895 to 1922, then in Rio de Janiero.

Washington. Copenhagen and many other countries.

The play had almost reached its conclusion.

Antigone and Haemon were dead, united in a last embrace. The Queen, in anguish, had taken her own life, and only Creon and Ismene were left to expiate their crime. Heroism and high religious ideals had seemed in vain; all was hatred, bitterness and obstinacy — but at last we see a humbled Creon. Triumph of triumphs! I saw a fleeting shadow of pity 011 the face of the Spartan — a triumph for Antigone! I was just about to bid them farewell, well pleased with my afternoon's work when my book dropped. I awoke with a start. Someone was saying, "I always do twice as much work when 1 study in the sunshine, don't vou?" I answered truthfully, "Yes", for I had seen Antigone!

He married in 1905 and there were four children of this marriage. He loved his home and his family and was very proud of his nineteen grand-children.

Another great jov was his audience with the Holy Father in 1951, when he was presented with a Rosary. "Now I can die." he said. These rosary beads were entwined in his fingers when he died on Ash Wednesday of this year. Mav lie rest in Peace. * ELIZABETH FOLEY

(Leaving), Nedlands.

I * Because ol' the article on P. 96 we have omitted Monsieur Huet's mention of Claudel's books, as quoted

by Elizabeth.—Ed.]

MEREDYTH SYKES (16), Marryatville.

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L O R E T O

HELL FIRE JACK "Page forty-seven, — "Hellfire Jack* by Dal Stivens" said our teacher, taking out the book of short stories of "Action and Adventure", which we are studying for our Junior exam. So began another English lesson, which, at the time, to all appearances, was like every other English lesson. But that was before we knew how amusing was the story we were about to read, and how we would laugh at the queer, preposterous feats of "Hellfire Jack".

They were working short handed on a sheep station and with shearing approaching, were naturally very busy, when suddenly "a leathery-looking cove with a swag and a fierce looking kelpie bitch", came up to the boss, and asked abruptly for a job.

The boss thinking this was too good to be true, at once began impressing on him, the fact that he was a very good boss to work for, etc. But the newcomer merely interrupted asking when he could begin. The boss stopped short and said that there was some wood that needed cutting. Before the words were out of his mouth the "leathery cove" whipped off his coat and started on the run for the wood-heap. He picked up the axe and began to make the chips fly and in no time he was back asking for another job. The boss merely insinuated that there was a dam that needed cleaning out. and in a moment he was headed for the wrong dam and had to be set right. In the twinkling of an eye he had hitched forty horses on to three scoops, and was scooping out large hunks from the dam. Then back he came asking for another job as if nothing remarkable had happened.

came over and asked him if he wanted them rounded u p : but "Hellfire Jack", mumbled something about not liking to waste time (which was, of course, perfectly obvious).

When he next returned for a job, the boss told him that he was thinking of starting shearing. At these words he snatched a pair of shears from his swag and like lightning was out of sight in the paddock which was, Stivens says, "so big that twenty fresh horses could gallop round it in a day, and it had more sheep than you could see people on Easter Monday at the Royal Sydney Show." In no time the cove had gathered the sheep and the wool from their backs formed a huge pile which in no time at all grew to twice the height of the Harbour Bridge.

The shears ran hot and the cove had to keep running down to the dam to wet them and in time the whole dam dried up from the sizzling shears, "but the bloke kept on clipping away.

The bloke was about to begin 011 the second paddock, when the boss caught up with him, saying.

"Don't you think you've done enough for one day."

With these words, this unusual man pulled on his coat and started walking towards the house, the boss asked him what he was doing; he did not stop but called back over his shoulder, that he wasn't working for any boss who interfered. With this the boss handed him half a note for the few hours' work and "Hellfire Jack" was off.

Everywhere it was the same that season, there was 110 work available for the men who usually made their living as shearers. For this cove had come and gone with much the same results, leaving the sheep running round, with bare backs and still getting back their breath.

The boss told him that there were a fewr lambs that needed marking, and immediately this most unusual "cove"' ran down to the paddock, jumped the fence and, before his feet had even touched the ground, he had whipped out his knife and grabbed a lamb by the leg and started marking. The boss

JENIFER-JAY HEALY (15),

Nedlands.

ORIGINAL FICTION 1.—A SCHOOLGIRL'S LETTER IN 2555

gave me a big fancy-dress party, and I went as a 21st century schoolgirl, wearing a uniform made of strange material called "nylon". Fancy wearing it every day! I am so glad that schoolgirls no longer wear uniform!

Loreto Convent, Kirribilli.

3rd J u n e , 2555.

Dear Mary, Thank you so much for the beautiful birthday present you sent me. I had a lovely day for my birthday, and received many gifts. Mother and Father decided I was old enough to have a jet "plane of my own, just for travelling around, and they gave me one on the condition that I did not exceed 600 miles per hour. Father has decided, as I am now fifteen, to increase my pocket-money to £600 a week, instead of only £450. After I had paid my fares daily to and from school, I had only £200 left, and that goes nowhere these days. Mummy

After my birthday we went away for a week's holiday to Jupiter. I really wanted to go further away, but we did not have the time, allowing for several days' travelling either way, bv a trans-space liner.

We have just returned to school and have just started work again. To-day we had to do a map of Pluto showing winds and ocean currents; it was very hard to do! The more history I learn, the happier I feel that I'm living now, instead of 500 years ago. Imagine learning from books and charts, 70

L O R E T O instead of from films! They used lo learn about world famous paintings from prints in books, whereas we can see the originals after a ten-minute jet trip! They even had "homework!"

The horsemen, riding after the band of horses, came upon a small black colt lying prostrate in their path. One of them dismounted and bent over the body.

"This must be the poor little devil whose dam we shot. We'd better take him back lo the stables and look after him." The two men tied ropes round the colt's kicking legs. Then, between them, they carried him struggling back to the stables. One of the men went away; then returned with an excited boy.

"There he is — a real beauty. You bring him up instead of his mother. Later on you can ride him."

We are looking forward to an exciting term, with sport all day each Monday and Wednesday, and plenty of outside sporting fixtures. We are playing a tennis tournament against Loreto Convent, Mary's Mount, in Pluto, next week, but 1 do not think I shall be able to go as 1 have a bad attack of influenza. 1 wish someone would invent a cure for the common cold!

ANN-MARIE BAKEWELL

(Third

Year),

Kirribilli.

2.

One day. two years later, the same boy was riding after sheep. He was mounted on a fine black two-vear-old, that had once been a frightened, motherless colt.

THE BLACK COLT.

KATHARINE MILLER (Second Year), Normanhurst.

The black colt reared up, let out a shrill whinny, and, on his long, stilt-like legs, galloped bucking and prancing, down the grassy slope, to where his dam stood grazing calmly with the other horses. She nickered to him, and, in answer, he turned on her and pounded her on the belly with his small, baby hoofs.

* The original title was quite stylish; it was The Risling Colt. K a t h a r i n e explained that risling meant "brought up by hand". But the Editor, though not usually timid, balked at the responsibility of using a word that could be found in no dictionary.

Suddenly, through the trees came two horsemen.

They quietly approached the band of grazing horses, but these horses had never come in contact with men before, so this was an occasion for great alarm.

They wheeled and, uttering shrill whinnies, galloped panic-stricken in the direction of the hills. Bewildered foals galloped at their mothers' sides, jumping creeks when their mothers did, and squealing with joy at this chance of a run.

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FIVE CHINA FIGURES.

I pulled my chair close to the fire. It was beginning to snow and night was slowly taking the place of day. As usual I stared at the five China figures on the mantlepiece. There was a beautiful lady in a gorgeous ball-dress, with golden curls piled on top of her head. One delicate hand clutched the pearls at her neck and the other her pale blue cloak.

1 named her Milady. Beside her sat two mournful cocker spaniel dogs, white with black spots.

There was also Sir Roger, a dashing young man with a scarlet-lined coat and silver buckles on his black shoes. He bowed slightly towards Milady and she seemed to smile at him.

The mother of the black colt galloped along with the rest, her colt beside her. She was excited and frightened, so that when a rabbit burrow lay in her path, she did not see it. Her off foreleg landed in it and her body was carried on by its speed so that with a groan of pain she tumbled on to her side. Her leg was broken, and she could go no further.

Then there was a jug. This jug puzzled me because in the light he seemed to smile but in the shadows he looked cruel and wicked. The only name that seemed to suit him was Ralph.

As 1 sat here I felt weary and I closed my eyes.

When I opened them again I found I was standing in the snow near a copse of fir trees. I didn't feel cold; I felt excited in the dark.

Suddenly I heard on the crisp, icy air the clipclop of hoofs, and a coach drawn by four well matched greys topped the rise.

When the coach drew level with the fir copse, a horse and rider stepped from the shadows. I tried to scream but no sound came. The harsh voice of the highwayman rang out: "Stand by! Stand by!

And you — down from that seat." He was addressing the coach driver who slid from his seat into a nearby hedge.

Her colt sniffed at the prostrate form, puzzled.

He nickered, and when she still did not rise, he drummed with his anxious hoofs on her side. She uttered a pain-filled nicker and struggled to rise, but her leg was useless.

Suddenly the colt lifted his small head and squealed. He could see the horsemen approaching at a hand gallop. Hearing up, he galloped off, calling to his mother. She did not come. He returned and nipped her impatiently on the rump. The horsemen came closer, and the colt gave a shrill, despairing whinny and galloped after the distant band of horses. There was a loud bang from behind him, and it drove him faster and faster, on and on, until, exhausted, his pace slackened gradually to a walk.

At last he lay down on the soft grass, tired, hungry, lonely and hunted.

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LOR "Come out, Milady, I have no time to waste".

He opened the door of the carriage and, as he did so, he pulled the mask from his face. I gave a start.

It was Ralph. Out stepped Milady clutching the pearls at her throat. "Ah. I see you know what I want", he mocked. "Make haste now or I shall have to take them hv force, and 1 can he very rough, you know."

"Would you not take something else? A brooch, two rings, perhaps? I value these greatly; they are a family hierlooin."

"I am a gentleman of the Highway, not of your degree. Now will you give me the pearls? As l said before. I have no time to waste." As he said this he came a step nearer and pressed a pistol into her side.

She lifted her hand to unclasp the pearls when, for a second time that night the sound of approaching hoofs rang out.

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E T 0 Mounted on a black steed came Sir Roger, his scarlet-lined coat billowing out behind him on the crisp, cutting wind. The Highwayman sprang to the saddle and galloped away into the night.

Sir Roger dismounted and bowed to Milady; and the little dogs who had been growling and snapping at the intruder ran joyfully to welcome this unexpected arrival.

The coachman came bravely from the hedge and climbed into bis seat once more and the coach rumbled off with Sir Roger on his black steed riding behind.

1 closed my eyes and when 1 opened them I found myself sitting in the armchair. It was dark as the fire was very low. So I put more wood on it.

A slight shadow fell across Ralph's face and 1 noticed how his eyes seemed to covet the pearls around Milady's neck. She still clutched them by one beautiful hand.

PRISCILLA FELTON (Second Year), Normanhurst.

Editor's

Anthology

TIME TRANSFIGURED

By MONSIGNOR R. A. KNOX

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All through the year, the Gospels of the missal open with the words "At this time", as if to explain that they are beginning in the middle of a story, and apologise for the fact. A splendid exception, that for the fourth Sunday in Advent, starts straight away with a long list of names, to date the appearance of St. John Baptist. It begins with the fifteenth year of Tiberius (whenever that was) and goes down to the fact that Lysanias (whoever he was) was tetrarch of Abilene (wherever that is).

The run of the words has the effect of a blare of triumpets, and makes you see the herald crying aloud in the country round Jordan, crying so loud that the echoes of it volley along between the river banks, right up to Trachonitis, right up to Abeline. But what is so gloriously appropriate to the Sunday before Christmas, with its atmosphere of breathless expectation, is the mere fact of dating, the mere fact that Our Lord's coming can be so pinned down in time. The real thing, after so many false alarms! "Prophets and kings desired it long, and died before the sight", and there is Lysanias (whoever he was) privileged to catch the first echoes of it, because be happened to be tetrarch in the fifteenth year of Tiberius.

Christianity was not to be, like the mystery-religions it displaced, a thing cradled in the unrecorded past. It was not to be a vague philosophical movement which was somehow in tbe air and gradually took shape. It was to have its point of departure at a definite moment in time; it was to fit in somewhere in the confused jig-saw of history. And at that moment, time was invaded by eternity; it was no less a condescension that Our Lord should be born seven hundred and fifty years after Romulus, than that he should be born at Bethlehem. Time, no less than space, is transfigured when heaven comes to earth. Lysanias will never be forgotten.

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HEAVENLY ENCOUNTER. In a car w h e n the driver ran perilously near the statue of St. Michael on the lawn, a four-year-old called out in confusion and a l a r m : "O . . . don't r u n into the Lord!"

WELL-CHOSEN WORDS. J u n i o r Boarder, reading at r a n d o m out of a journal: "This man had literary aspirations." Pause for cogitation; then J.B. explained: "I suppose that was how he said his prayers."

TOTAL ABSTINENCE

Sham is one of the boys in the Queensland Primers. Susan suggested he might have earned the name because of his liking for Champagne.

"What is Champagne?" asked the teacher to the rest of the class.

One small man was amazed at the ignorance of bis school fellows.

"I know what it is", be said. "You w-w-w-wash your hair with it."

LORETO CONVENT, N E D L A N D S ,

LEAVING, SUB-LEAVING AND JUNIOR PUBLIC Second R o w : P . Miller, M. Fels, C Connell, B. C r a n f i e l d , R. C a r r o l l E. J o h n s o n , B. Allen, A. B r i g g s .

B a c k R o w : J . M c C o m i s h , V. G u t h r i e E. F o l e y , E. O ' C o n n o r , R. H a n r a h a n

View of the Convent grounds, showing the new stone fence

W.A.

LORETO CONVENT, N E D L A N D S ,

S U B - J U N I O R AND F O R M III. Front Second Back

W.A.

(Top.)

R o w : J . H e e n a n , D . W h i t e l y , S. R y a n , R . F e r g u s o n , P . M e m b e r y , M J o y c e , G. A n g e l l , R . F o g a r t y , J . H o w s o n , K. Riley, E . C o g a n , J. E d w a r d s , V. Colbert.

R o w : D . H e a l y , C. B o d e k e r , B. M a g i , A. G r a v e , W . H a r r i g a n , A. S h e a , f. B o y d , J . M c D o n n e l l , E. Novelle, J. J o h n s , J Miller M . F u r l o n g , G. F u l l e r .

R o w : M. D u r a c k , P . R o b i n s , C. O ' H a r a , R . M i l l e r , L. L o g a n , D. P e r m a n , P . C l a n c y , A. E d g a r , E . S t e v e n s o n , L. H a n s o n , L. D u r a c k , S. R i d g e , G. S l a t e r .

FORMS I & II.

(Centre.)

Front

R o w : A. C o l b e r t . S. W e l l s , E . M e m b e r y , P . M e m b e r y , M . M c C a r t e r , P . D a l y S m i t h , M. A d a m s , P . W r i g h t , A. S h e r i d a n , P . A d a m , J . R a n d e l l , C. F o u n t a i n , P. C a r r i g g .

S e c o n d R o w : D . R a l s t o n , P . M a r k e y , H . S t e p h e n s o n , H . B r i g g s , J . H e n n e s s y , A. M c M u l I e n , J. Q u i n , D M c C a r t h y , I. B r o p h y , Y. W i l m i n k , T . E l l i o t t , F . G r a v e , E D o n n a n , S. W a l l w o r k .

B a c k R o w : J . B o n s e r , P . L i t h g o , P . Melville, C. B r o p h y , D. O ' D o n o g h u e , J. B r i g g s , H . S m i t h , C. W i l m i n k , E . Collins, A. C. H e a l y .

T . J u r y , M. D o n a l d s o n .

GRADES III & IV. (Bottom.)

F r o n t R o w : C. K e o g h , L. O ' H a r a , A. N i c h o l a s , M. W i l m i n k , P . W a l s h , J . W e l l s , S. B o y d , L . H a c k e t t , M. B u r n e t t , K . E l l i o t t , G. A d a m s .

S e c o n d R o w : W . B a k e r , C. R o d g e r s , A. D o n n a n , W . Lillis, S. S o m e r s , E . P i l a n d r i , R. R a i n e r , J . C a s t a n e l l e , C. W r i g h t , J . S l a d e .

B a c k R o w : N. M o n t e f i o r e , J . L o g a n , H . R a l s t o n , D. S m i t h , S. F r a n e t o v i t c h , D . Riley, J . B a k e r , J . B r o w n , R. E l l i o t t .

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LORETO CONVENT, N E D L A N D S ,

W.A. GRADES I & II.

F r o n t R o w : M. T . J e n s e n , S. S u m m o n s , D. E l l i o t t , C. B o n s e r , J .

J o h n s , M. S u l l i v a n , P . H e a l e y .

S e c o n d R o w : G. S t e w a r t , J . M. S e w a r d , R. M o o r e . S. B e a t o n , J . O l m o , L. B r o p h y , D. S h e r i d a n , S. B a k e r , K. G o l d i n g .

B a c k R o w : P . B e a t o n , S. S h e r i d a n , M. C o l b e r t , J. B y r n e , C. F u l l e r , J. M. H . B r o w n .

FIVE SISTERS Barbara, Dolores, Teresa, Kathleen and Rosemary Elliott.

FANTS & PREP.

CLASS

F r o n t R o w : C. C o g a n , J . R o d g e r s , H . W a l s h , D. Cole, P . S u m m o n s , D. B a r k e r , B. E l l i o t t , L. F u l l e r , J . M. C u l l i t y , R. M o o r e .

S e c o n d R o w : D. D a v i s , J . R y a n , K. A h e r n , N. M o n t e f i o r e , M. R. Miller, R. N i c h o l a s , M. A d a m s , J . B e e t o n , R. I r e l a n d , C. K e o g h , J. C h a p e l , S. F e l t o n , S. M a i t l a n d .

B a c k R o w : A. M o n t e f i o r e , D. T a t e , G. Cole, P . S h e a , P. B a k e r , M. B i r m i n g h a m , M. Lavan, A. Horgan, G. Bodeker, B. Masters, M. Ireland, G. Beaton, C. B a r n e t , G. P a c e .

H o u r s of

Leisure THOUGHTS FOR A MISSION RECREATION

LILAC TIME IN THE GARDENS To begin with it was the boarders' first outing for the school year, so naturally we felt ready to enjoy everything.

About two o'clock we left Mary's Mount with our chaperone, Miss Gleeson, to attend "Music for the People" conducted by Hector Crawford. Jennifer Eddy and Ronald Austron were singing the leading parts in "Lilac Time".

On our way we walked through the picturesque Botanical Gardens. They looked beautiful with their velvety green lawns, big lazy begonias, cool, refreshing rockeries and neat, sober avenues.

There were many people walking or strolling down the broad, shady paths; happy people gayly dressed in bright warm reds, quiet, sedate greens and hectic blues and yellows. Everyone seemed to have the same intention to see and admire the gardens and then to attend "Music for the People".

We soon arrived at the lawn set apart for "Lilac Time". Everyone seemed to be in a happy, peaceful frame of mind ready to enjoy Franz Schubert's light-hearted but rich, sweet melodies.

We even saw the Begonia Queen of 1955 wearing a red taffeta frock with a small black hat and black accessories. Most of the people were sitting on the grass, but some had brought deck-chairs.

Very soon after our arrival, the orchestra began tuning up. Over the microphone we heard melodious waterfalls, tuneful growls and harmonious scamperings and patterings from the various instruments.

We heard the silver soprano voices and the golden, mellow baritones, too.

After an introductory speech by Compere Roland Strong, we stood, as the proud notes of our National Anthem rose and fell. Then "Lilac Time" began!

As the crisp notes fell on our ears, we watched the strict time and accurate bowing of the orchestra under the baton of Hector Crawford. The sweet voice of Jennifer Eddy blended beautifully with Ronald Austron's musical tenor. The people of Ballarat applauded as they recognised the talent of the musicians.

Roland Strong told the story well and we found parts of it amusing. The quality of the music did not change, although the mood was different in many parts. Sometimes the music was free and happy, sometimes sweet and sorrowful.

We could have listened to the music forever, but as the shadows lengthened, "Lilac Time" ended, and a proud, happy Ballarat crowd went home after yet another day of the Begonia Festival of 1955.

At Loreto, Mary's Mount Wednesday: We think it is time the Y.C.S. Mission Group did something.

Thursday, 8.30 a.m.: Fire in the study helps thought. This evening we shall have a recreation to crown all recreations — for the Missions.

8.35: Therese has a list of remarkable dances.

8.37: Passed by censor.

8.40: If we were to make cocoa for s u p p e r ? ! !

8.41: It's all for the Missions, after all.

8.45: Assembly. School begins, and still no plans!

10.20: Emergency planning. Programme drawn up.

10.30-Noon: Temptations and distractions at Class.

(Who will provide those prizes?)

12.30: More plans. We are getting under way — classical phrase!

4.30: Decoration of the hall. We like Finola's colour scheme: purple, red and gold!

Aspidistras on prize table look reckless and

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8.00: 8.05: 8.10: 8.15: 8.20: 8.25: 8.30:

8.35: 8.40:

8.45: 8.50:

Doorkeepers resist onrush. Can no one change a ten-shilling note?

Dancing in full swing. Is the music too soft or are our voices too loud?

Passing the broom. No serious injuries.

Monte Carlo. Restrained frenzy.

Therese is realizing how ineffectual can be one's calls for silence.

Some people succeed in throwing ping-pong balls into a basin. Many do not.

The Slipper Dance. You must match the slipper you hold with the one your partner wears. Such shoe styles on a cold Ballarat evening.

A simple fox-trot.

Presentation of Prizes. We are pleased that Jan Barker receives a prize for good behaviour. She has improved greatly of late.

The best part of it: Supper.

Bed. The Mission Group are left washing up.

May God bless all the generous helpers!

A N N E T T E McSWINEY (15), Mary's Mount.

A little boy asked his mother for cigarettes for the leopards in Ireland. Teacher's talk on St. Patrick had been followed by an appeal for Fr. Roch's lepers on Fantome Island! But who can explain away Leopardstown?

Suffragette Miss, objecting to the use of "he" and "him" for Angels, "Wouldn't little girls have lady angels?"

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L O R E T 0 moored). This hindered our progress for about ten minutes. We finally succeeded in dropping anchor at the spot where the man had told us to leave the boat. We were now presented with another difficulty — that of getting to shore.

As we were uncertain as to the depth of water round the boat, neither of us felt inclined to get out and pull the boat in far enough for us to get our gear out. At last Helen, brave to the last, and upon my insistence jumped into the water and promptly was soaked to the waist. Amid much mirth we finally arrived back at the shop to return the oars and pay for the hire of the boat.

Then we went for a walk to dry Helen's clothes and buy something to eat. When we got back, we found that we had missed our bus, and had to wait almost an hour for the next.

At last we alighted in Fremantle where we caught the bus for home. On our arrival our parents greeted us with cries tinged with irony of "Where's the fish?" We replied very haughtily that we "couldn't aff ord a taxi in which to bring them home."

FISHING A D V E N T U R E The first thing that met my eye that morning was my fishing rod, which was balancing precariously against the wall. Thinking hard, I remembered that it was the day on which Helen and 1 were going fishing.

Having previously induced my father to drive us to Rockingham, 1 arranged for Helen to arrive at my place at 8.30 a.m. Bundling all our gear into the car, we set off' at 9.30 a.m. Driving through Cottesloe, we suddenly remembered that we had no bait, so we stopped and brought a cray tail.

When we arrived at Rockingham, we joyfully watched the car heading back towards Perth. We looked around and saw a shop, with a notice "Boats to Hire", and we went in to enquire. After assuring the man that we knew everything about rowing boats, he agreed to let us hire one. He showed us the boat, moored near the shore, gave us our oars and left us to fend for ourselves.

Thinking he might change his mind, we hastily put our things into the boat and cast off, getting saturated in the process. After rowing furiously for several minutes, we suddenly saw that we were not moving. We soon discovered why. The anchor was still reposing on the ocean bed!!

We remedied this and set out once more for our objective, which was a place about a hundred and fifty yards further on.

We took out our lines, baited them and threw them out, anticipating that soon we would have a bagful of herring. We soon had half a dozen — Blowfish! We stood up in the boat to see if we could see any better place, and nearly capsized.

Rowing further on (not forgetting the anchor this time), we arrived at a likely spot and began again.

After catching six "Blowies" we had dinner, during which we were surrounded by seagulls, and two albatrosses. After this, as it was Helen's first time out, I decided to let her take the rod and catch the fish, whilst 1 bailed the hook, and removed any fish which happened to stray on to the line.

I was lying hack in the boat, gazing peacefully at the sky, when all at once a piercing scream shattered the stillness of the day — it was Helen. I started up, expecting to see her with at least a shark on her rod. It turned out to be an insignificant little stonefish. She was sitting there, dangling it over the water, completely ignoring my pleas to "Bring it in! Bring it in!" At last she obeyed my demands, and swung it with a mighty swipe, practically into my face, and nearly pushing me backwards into the Indian Ocean. Finally we succeeded in getting it off" the hook — by cutting the line.

BARBARA ALLEN, HELEN COGAN, (Sub-Leaving), Nedlands.

OUR FIRST DANCING LESSON It was on Friday, 10th June, 1955, that the news was broken to us — dancing lessons were to be held at a neighbouring Catholic Boys' College, and we the Sub-Leavings together with some of the Juniors and pupils from Loreto, Osborne, could attend if they wished.

The news was received with mixed feelings.

Hitherto most of us (Subs.) had been proud of our dancing, which we delighted in, and which I must confess we regarded as an accomplishment — and now dancing lessons were suggested!

However, we had to make a quick decision, would we join or not? Naturally our tongues worked overtime, discussing the many important facts which had to be taken into consideration, e.g., the safety of our shoes, stockings and feet.

After discussing the subject from every angle our curiosity triumphed, the decision was reached, and the next day found us laughing, smiling, talking — at the Dancing Class!

While our teacher gracefully showed us the basic steps, the boys laughed and exclaimed, "Easy".

Everything was just perfect. In fact, all went smoothly, until we began to dance!

Apologies which were at the beginning uttered in male voices, slowly but surely gave way to female tones patiently saying — "1,2,3 1,2,3, No, No, not quite right."

Every now and again low moans and sighs were suppressed, by the girls, as once again the boys' memories failed to function and their feet became entangled with their partner's feet, or any one else's that happened to be in the vicinity.

In all we caught twenty '"Blowies", three "Stonies", and we lost fifteen hooks. We had no more hooks so we decided to call it a day and pull for the shore. It was now about half past two.

The trip back to shore was uneventful except that we collided with another boat (which was 77

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Ihe first photo was that of Our Lady's Mass at the grotto. It was a beautiful morning, and tin1 altar in its lovely setting of natural bush and palms, made a truly impressive scene. Everyone knelt, trying to look extraordinarily angelic, while, at the same time, edging into view of the camera. f h e next shot was the Sahara (our sports field!, but as it was only the Middle School who were "looking natural" while playing cricket, softball and tennis, the seniors prepared to walk up and down our wide Aven»ue (looking natural, of course!) I have never seen so many girls who suddenly needed exercise before, some were even — STUDYING!! (or so they would have us believe! I

However, the tact that they were pleasant, co-operative and willing to acknowledge, in nine cases out of ten, our superiority over them (in dancing, that is) made the hour a success, and although we came out of the hall, tired, wiser and with several grey hairs, we had a lot of fun with the hoys, and we all enjoyed our first dancing lesson. We are now looking forward to the next with some degree of hope, secure in the knowledge that our "pupils" could never disimprove!!

J I L L CLUNE (Sub-Leaving), Nedlands.

TALLY-HO!

I he camera moved up the Avenue to where the Y.C.S. Missions Group and work were artistically arranged under a lovely gum (very naturally); 011 to the Pioneer Club Group (also very natural) and then over to the Junior School.

April is here!

The huntsman has anxiously heen awaiting the first rains, so that he can take his hounds out of the kennels, and into the bush for exercise and training. Joyously they leave their yards for they know the Hunting Season has come around once more. The air resounds with their glad baying, as with their tails held high, and their noses sniffing low, they cast for the scent of the game.

Owing to the nature of our hunting country and game, Beagle Hounds are used instead of the traditional Foxhounds. They are very game little animals, and give us good fast runs when they pick up the scent.

How exciting it can be to hear the hounds give tongue, see the horses prick their ears and stamp their hoofs impatiently, waiting for the signal to take oil helter-skelter through the bush, around trees and over logs, sometimes missing tumbles by the sheerest miracles. There are usually many falls, but someone will always stand by you while another catches your horse.

1 think in no other sport is there so much companionship as in a hunting field: perhaps because it is not competitive, but mainly because all horselovers have a common bond — that wonderful animal, the horse.

Meanwhile, the seniors were preparing for the Y.C.S. leaders" shot, that was to be taken in one of our new modern classrooms. We were to have a Gospel Discussion, but, when the camera began to take the shot, 110 one could think of anything to discusc, so we all looked very intelligent and talked a lot about nothing, but, it served the purpose.

A Debate by the Club stars was next, and, as the audience was to be seen in this shot, there was a wild scramble for front seats.

The last, and most spectacular shots were two scenes from the play, "Our Lady of Guadaloupe", which was being produced by the Leavings at His Majesty's Theatre. Never had Hollywood produced such scenes.

Then the photographer disappeared as quickly as he had come, leaving behind him a bevy of stars and hopeful expectations. Bv the next day, this atmosphere had given way to the routine of school life. Our moments of glory had ended. Well — I hope we looked natural!

MARY O'HARA

SONYA CRANSTON (Junior Public), Claremont.

STARDOM

(Sub-Leaving), Claremont.

PICTURES OLD A N D N E W

One bright sunny Wednesday morning in March, there was an unusual amount of bustle at "Osborne" as boarders rose and dressed. Tunics were unnaturally well ironed, shoes were unnaturally well shined and everyone was carefully arranging unnaturally well-groomed hair; for to-day we were having what practically amounted to a "screen-test". Who knew where to-day's doings might lead? — London — The Old Vic — Hollywood!! To-day, a movie photo was being taken — a movie of the school and grounds, and, as we are part of school equipment, we were to be included.

Everyone ran around in a state of suppressed excitement, till finally the news leaked out — "He has arrived".

Have you ever pondered over Modern Art? Have you ever made an effort to understand it?

Or are you one of those who carefully study a blob on a canvas, and exclaim: "Yes, how wonderful it is"? Or do you on the other hand, sav "Have the painters had a mishap h e r e ? " I had not any decided attitude towards Modern Art before going to the Blake Prize Exhibition in the Perth Art Gallery.

These pictures were startinglv different from the usual religious pictures to which we have grown accustomed. No pious angels playing on harps were found here; nor were any sweet faced Virgins depicted. The painters seem to have been inspired 78

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Some of the pictures were quite comprehensible, even pleasing. Others were riddles; others simply ugly. A fantasy in purple and green held us. It was a representation of Christ after the Crucifixion surrounded by His Mother and the other holy women. The faces were all similar, all elongated and distorted, all focussed on the prostrate body of Christ. This was the artist's effort to express grief.

Grief we could see; but why this stark, repelling representation?

Adam and Eve were popular themes. They appeared in settings of lurid and glaring colours, hideous snakes and luscious apples. All were unreal, crude, a fantastic world! * Not one of these modern paintings could stand comparison with an old master. It was with relief that I turned to the lovely figures of Raphael, Botticelli, Murillo. The Sistine Madonna is not only beautiful, but it inspires us with devotion and love.

The tender Virgins, the lovely Bebes, the youthful angels, all raise our thoughts to God. Who could say this of most of our modern religious pictures?

The work of these great Old Masters was really expressive — of their faith, their ideas, and their appreciation of beauty. Are we to believe that the pictures in the Blake Prize Exhibition are true expressions of our times?

MARY PATON (Leaving), * P e r h a p s an art s t u d e n t f r o m another Loreto would like to r e f u t e these charges.—Ed.

CHRISTMAS The sky was dark, save one bright star, The air was breathless, still, While t h r e e wise men came f r o m afar, And shepherds t r u d g e d the hill.

A cave t h e r e was, near Bethlehem, Secluded, lonely, poor, Within its walls a w a y f r o m men, A little child was born.

A gentle virgin, young and fair, Knelt near her loving spouse, Her r a d i a n t eyes cast d o w n in p r a y e r For those long, sacred hours.

A HOLIDAY AT SOUTH MOLLE Bound for the Barrier Reef! Never shall I forget my trip to the Reef. I was tingling with subdued excitement, fired with keen anticipation of the natural wonders I had so often heard about — palm-fringed coral islands; sheltered lagoon with water clear as crystal, sparkling, glittering in the sunlight; animal life infinite in its variety, absorbing, thrilling in its interest; coral gardens of great beauty; fishes gaudily coloured, amazingly patterned; sunsets peaceful, majestic, awe-inspiring.

Leaving Mackay, about 10 o'clock in the morning we headed for South Molle. At five o'clock we reached the island; comfortable huts awaited our arrival and we quickly unpacked our belongings, for a big day awaited us.

Pat and myself awoke in the dim light before dawn to find perfect stillness and a cloudless sky.

Making for the beach we watched the sun, a red sphere seemingly rise out of the water, reflecting a ruddy glow which trailed to the water's edge.

Dressed in swimming costumes we plunged into the shallow lagoon. When at last we had to leave the water we felt completely refreshed.

At breakfast we were told that there would be a trip to the reef. So we decided to join with the others who were going to explore the deeper water beyond the reef in a glass-bottomed boat. As we gazed into the cool green light of the liquid depths we werp. transported into a new world, and we gasped with wonder at the magnificence of the scene below us. Delicate, finely branched coral trees and shrubs, corals arranged in tiers like a Buddhist Temple, corals myriad in their variety passed by as we slowly and quietly moved over the surface. Their colours were restful rather than brilliant. Wherever we looked, fishes, unaware of our presence, swam lazily about the maze of coral growth.

Going to bed that night we realized what a wonderful two weeks were before us.

JO SIMMONDS (16), Brisbane.

WORD-AND-MEANING

After Father Mortgages. *

W a t c h f u l s h e p h e r d s left their sheep And by the crib they knelt Adoring, too enthralled to speak The w o n d e r s which t h e y felt.

JILLIAN LAMBERT (Matriculation).

Toorak.

THE TYRANT

The doctor's wife was making the little Loreto patient at home in the Surgery.

Lady: "There you are, dear. Take off your gloves; Mother Superior won't see you."

Child: "Are you frightened of her, too?"

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A SLEIGH RIDE Outside it was snowing, And a cold, bleak wind was blowing, And I could see a group of children Making a s n o w m a n out of snow.

Sleigh rides were a penny a go, And I was wishing for a sleigh ride in the snow.

When all the children w e n t away to play, I f o u n d the sleigh.

But alas the snow had melted, So I didn't have a sleigh ride in the snow.

JULIE HENNESSY (12).

Nedlands.

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LORETO CONVENT, TOORAK, VIC.

The Convent in Springtime, 1955

Two m e m b e r s of the I n t e r m e d i a t e Class at their weaving. On s u n n y days looms a r e taken outside.

Patricia McCormack (right) Tennis 1955, and R u n n e r - u p Under 19 V.C.L.T.A. T o u r n a m e n t .

Captain Singles

Moya McCormack, w i n n e r Under 16 Singles V.C.L.T.A. T o u r n a m e n t , Easter, 1955.

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LORETO CONVENT, TOORAK, VIC.

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Jillian L a m b e r t (right), Captain of St. Teresa's, t h e w i n n i n g House in t h e 1954 Sports; with J o a n n a McClelland, Vice-Captain.

The Front Door.

Practising for the E m p i r e Youth March in May, 1955

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LORETO CONVENT, TOORAK, VIC. A happy group of Jubilarians after the Crowning Ceremony, December, 1954

Some members of the Kindergarten preparing for their Sports Afternoon.

Some Mission Supporters en route to the Xavier College May-time Fair, 1955.

ROLL CALL.

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C H A P M A N , TO A N N E D O Y L E , E D "WIN A FETHERSTONHAUGH, HELEN FUNDER, SUSAN GERBER, VTCKY HALL, CATHERINE JAQUINOT, MONIQUE TOIINSTON, CATHERINE 'KNOWLES, PENNY M c C A F F R E Y , Margaret Mary McARDLE, MARGARET O'BRIEN, ELIZABETH SIMPSON, JOANNA McCOY, J U L I A ST E L L E N , ELIZABETH

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TIERNAN, MARY LOU VALE, HELEN WILKINSON, CECELIA SKENE, ELIZABETH BOURKE, HUGH CAHILL, JOHN DWYER, JOHN GARDIN1, ROBERT TENS, J O H N LYNCH, STEPHEN McAULEY, PATRICK OGGE, N E I L SMITH, STEPHEN TIERNEY, PAUL TOMS, CHRISTOPHER TRENCIIARD, JOHN

LORETO CONVENT, TOORAK, Vic. MATRICULATION CALDER, CATHERINE CALLIL, CARMEN CASH, FRANCESCA DAVIS, MARGUERITE DITCH BURN, PAULA D'ARCY, A N N FINLAY, MARGARET G O U L D ING, C A R O L Y N JILL, JUDITH KOSKY, CLAUDETTE LATTANZI, GRAN 1 A LITTLE, ANN McDONALD, JOY MEEHAN, PATRICIA MEEHAN, TON1 N E E D , C O RAT. I E POWER, MARGARET PLANT, EDWYNA WHITEHEAD, CHRISTI NE WILKINSON, ANN W A K E F I E L D - K E N T , F E LI CITY

LEAVING BO W E N , D I A N A ADAMS, JULIANA BERGIN, MARGARET B E R K O W I T Z, D O R E E N DOYLE, MOIRA FLYNN, PATRICIA GILCHRIST, ANGELA GOREY, JANET GRAHAM, JUDITH GREVIS-JAMES, DIA N E HART, D E N I SE HAYDEN, MARGOT HOUSTON, ANN KEARNEY, SUSAN LOFTUS-HILLS, SUZANNE LOUGHNAN, CLARE MARSLAND, DIANA McCORMACK, MOY A MONTAGUE, ANNE NORTIIAM, ANN O'CONNOR, PATRICIA McCORMACK, PATRICIA O'DAY, D E I R D R E PEARSON, JUDITH RYAN, C O L E T T E RYAN, MARY SPENCER, CAMILLE WARRY, PATRICIA WILLIAMS, ADR I E N N E KUHLMANN, MARGARET O'FARRELL, DAWN MARIE

INTERMEDIATE ADAMS, G A B R I E L L E BAILEY, ELAINE BARRY, MAREE BAXTER, PATRICIA B U R K E , J I L L I AN CASHMORE, JOSEPH I NE CLOWES, ELIZABETH CURRTE, L E S L I E CURTIS, ANN DETIIRIDGE, CYNTHIA DALEY, NORMA DEVINE, JACQUELINE DOYLE, MARY DUCK, MARY FITZGERALD, EDWYNA FEELF.Y, V I R G I N I A FLYNN, PEGGY GOODCIIILD, PATRICIA GODSELL, JENNIFER GOUT.DING, JOAN HAYWARD, ANNE TONES, CAROT. KING, DIANA LYNCH, MARY MANNING, GAIL REID, MARGARET ROBTNSON, SANDRA SUE McGUINESS, PATRICIA ROCHE, HELEN SERONG, SUSAN WARRY, MARGARET WIMPOLE, ELIZABETH WRIGHT, TOSPEHINE OCCLESHAW, JOAN SPRING, SUSAN

SUB-INTERMEDIATE BRENNAN, LIZA BREW, SUZANNE BRODERICK, LUCILLE CALDER, ROSEMARY

SINN, ANNA VON HARTEL, YVONNE BURNS, ANGELA

CALLIL, YOLA CURTIS, PAULINE D1TCHBURN, MARGARET DOYLE, MARGARET ANNE DWYER, HELEN EVER1TT, JULIE FINLAY, ELIZABETH FREDERICO, LOLITA GTLBERTSON, JANICE GOODEN, SUSAN GOUGH, LEONORE HARDY, SUSAN HOLT, MARGOT McCAUSLAND, HELEN MCCLELLAND, P H I L L I P A McDERMOT, PATRICIA McNAMARA, JACQUELINE MONTAGUE, JENNY MOORE, FRANKIE O'NEIL, ELIZABETH PATTERSON, ANNE PETTY, JOCELYN RUSSO, CECILIA WAKEFIELD-KENT, VIRGINIA WHITEHEAD, JANE DELOFFRE, DANIELLE GODBY, SUSAN EZARD, NOLA LORD, DIANA

PREPARATORY ALLESIO, DIANE BOILEAU, PATRICIA BROGAN, ANNE CALLIL, INGRID CALLIL, RETTA CORBY, ROSEMARY DUCK, BERNADETTE EVERITT, CLARE FORSYTH, SUNNY GOREY, SUSAN HOPPE, DANETTE HOPPE, PATRICIA IRELAND, ELIZABETH JENS, FRANCES LEY, J U D I T H LYNCH, HELEN MANNING, CHRISTINE O'BRIEN, IMELDA OCCLESHAW, MARGARET O'RORKE, JOAN PEARSON, ROMALA ROCHE, MARGARET RUSSO, CONNIE S U L L I V A N , MARY JANE SLATTERY, ANGELA STENSON, ANNE STEVENSON, BARBARA WALLACE, MARGARET ANNE WELLSTEAD, DALE WEST, ELIZABETH LEWIS-WILLIAMS, Penelope DIAMOND, ALEXIS CURTIS, ELIZABETH COSTIGAN, MADELEINE

SECOND YEAR ACTON, GAYLE BRENNAN, GAIE BURNS, ANGELA DEVINE, MARGARET D O Y L E , J U D I T H MARY E D G E R T O N , MARY A N I T A FEELY, JULIA FREDERICO, MARGARITA GRIMES, HELEN JENS, KATRINA JAQUINOT, SIMONE KELLY, CAROLINE KUHLMANN, CHRISTINE LEWIS, ELIZABETH LYNCH, ANNE LYNCH, MARY A N N E LELY, ELIZABETH LEONARD, JAN MAGG1A, PRUE MAGGIA. SUE McKERNAN, LEON1E M c 1N E R N E Y, P A T R I C I A McINERNEY, KATHLEEN McHARG, G E N E V I E V E O'BRIEN, DEIRDRE OGGE, PATRICIA ROBINSON, ROBIN RYAN, ADRIENNE STOKES, HELEN WH ITEHEAD, H E L E N DUGGAN, A P R I L

GRADE V

FIRST YEAR ANDERSON, JILLI AN BARRETT, DENISE BARRETT, SUSAN BRYCE, MARIA BYRNE, MARY CLANCY, MARILYN CORBEN, ANNE DUCK, MARGARET EAKHRY, JANETTE F U N D E R , MARY GUEST, SUSAN GILCHRIST, KATHERI NE GLOVER, VIRGINIA GURRY, MARGARET 1IANLEY, MARY H O P PS, S U S A N JENS, TERESA J O H N S T O N , B A R B A RA KING, MARY KNOWLES, SUSAN L A R K I N S , TILL I AN LIGHTFOOT, MARIA L E W I S - W I L L I A M S , MARY MARSH, JENNY McKECHNE, BARBARA McGUINESS, BRENDA MORNEMENT, SUSAN O ' D O N O G H U E , H E L E N MARY O'RORKE, ANNE PITT, LORNA PALFEY, MARY PRENDERGAST, ELIZABETH RESCH, SUSAN ROCHE, CARMEL

ACTON, SUSAN ANDERSON, CAROL BINNING, ROB YN BIJRRELL, EAYNE CALLIL, CELINE CONNELL, MARGARET DALY, E L I Z A B E T H DWYER, PATRICIA FLYNN, MARY GALBALLY, ANNE GLOVER, SUSAN HOGAN-TAYLOR, GAIL JAQUINOT, MICHELLE JOHNSTON, KRISTEN KELLY, JANE KUHLMANN, ELSA L I T T L E , KEI RAN LYNCH, LEVEDA MCCLELLAND, PATRICIA McDAVITT, JANE PERRY, SUZANNE PITT, ROSALIND SCARFF, KRISTEN MARY SIMPSON, PHILIPPA ST. E L L E N , M A R G A R E T W EG MAN, C H R I S T I N E WILSON, DIANE RATCLIFFE, ALEXANDRA

GRADE IV ADAMS, J U L I A AHERN, ROSALIND BOWDEN, JANE BURKE, SUSAN CAROLAN, ANNE CLAYTON, GENEVIEVE CROSBY, LORRAINE EDGERTON, ELIZABETH FLANAGAN, SUSAN GALBALLY, PATRICIA GARDINA, DIANA GILBERTSON, PAULINE GUEST, J I L L I AN HAMILTON, ELIZABETH IRELAND, ADRIENNE JENS, ANNA KEARNEY, CHRISTINA KELLY, SUSAN MAGGS, JILL McCOY, A N N E MIDDLETON, ANGELA MORRISON, MARGARET NOONE, ANNE O'DAY, PRUDENCE SIMPSON, CATHERINE SINN, FELICITY SWEENEY, MARIE THERESE

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GRADE III A N D E R S O N , 15 A R B A R A ASHLEY, PRUDENCE COLEMAN, MARY ELIZABETH CONQUEST, BERNADETTE DALY, MARY EDGERTON, NINA F E T H E RST O N H AU Gil, PAMELA GODFREY, SUSAN i 1A M 1 L T O N - S M I T I I , K E R R Y HORE, SANDRA JENS, MARIA JOHNSON, KAREN JOHNSTON, ANNE LEES, ATENA McDONALD, MICHELLE MANN, KATHRYN MANN, M1RELLE M1KLOS, ALEXANDRA MOLONEY, JULIENNE MORRISON, ANGELA MULVANY, ANGELA NOLAN, BARBARA O'DONOGHUE, SUZANNE OSH AUGHNESSY, PETA P A R K E R , M A R G A R E T MARY QU1GG, M A R I E T H E R E S E ROBERTSON, JILL STARR, J A N E TONER, CATHERINE WARE, GERALDINE W I M P O L E, C AT H E R I N E OLDFIELD, JUDITH

GRADE II ADAMS, JOAN ANSTEE, PAMELA BARRETT, SARA BROGAN, MEGAN BRYCE, FIONA BURRELL, LYNNE CAIIILL, BERNADETTE CALLAGHAN, ANNE COLEMAN, DEBLEY ANNE EDGERTON, LOUISE JONES, MARGOT LECHTE, CHRISTINA LEY, SUZANNE L Y N C H , N I N A MARY McCANN, E L I Z A B E T H McCAULEY, GENEVIEVE MIKLOS, CHRISTINE MORRISON, MARY LOUISE O'BRIEN, MARY O'COLLINS, GERALDINE PARKER, JOSEPHINE ROBSON, VIRGINA SCARFF, ANNE MAUREEN SCHAFER, PENELOPE SWEENEY, ANNE TTERNAN, JANET TIERNEY, ANNE WALKER, CAROLINE WARRY, MARIE RUSSO, C H R I S T I N E HAMILTON-SMITH, JACQUELINE KEARNEY, JANE LYNCH, LAURETTE

GRADE II (cont.)

BEST, JAMES BOURKE, PETER FLYNN, ADRIAN GAY, M I C H A E L H O L L Y W OOI), M I C H A E L HOPPE, ANTONY McGUINESS, PETER O'BRIEN, JOHN O'DONOGHUE, SIMON SMITH, DONAT VACCARI FRANCO WILKINSON, KINGSLEY ZAIIARA, R O B E R T

GRADE I ANDERSON, FRANCES BELL, JOANNA BRYCE, SABINA BUXTON, SUSAN CAIIILL, MARY CALDER, ELIZABETH

L O R E T O

The Home WESTWARD IS HOME

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out before us. The sun has sunk below the horizon of distant mountains, and the sky is rich in crimson and gold. With a feeling of joyous excitement I catch sight of a red roof down in a valley amidst a clump of trees. All is enveloped in the blue, hazy atmosphere of the closing day — and I am home again.

On the morning of break-up day each term, some of the country boarders — about thirty of us — rise early (in winter it is quite dark I to catch early morning trains from Central Station.

Sister very kindly prepares a delightful breakfast for us and has it on the table by six o'clock. It certainly must be a relief to the girls still in bed to hear the last of us clattering down the stairs with our luggage. The suburban train takes us the eighteen miles into Sydney.

LORETTA BOARDMAN ( F o u r t h Year), Normanhurst.

BLACK THURSDAY

At Central our party breaks into groups, waving goodbyes to each other as the different trains move out, for north, south or west. As my home is in the west, out beyond Orange, 1 think the most enjoyable train trip one could have is the one out west. This is especially so in September.

It was a very hot and windy day, just the setting that was needed for the start of the worst bush fire ever known in the Gilgandra district.

John Trisha and I were just leaving the house of our neighbour, Mrs. Peart, when we were hailed by a big army ""blitz wagon", with a fire fighting plant 011 it. We were warned to go no further as a terrible bush fire had broken out at Collie and was coming towards us at about sixty miles an hour, with a very strong westerly wind behind it. We took these men's advice, and it was no time before the sky was darkened and the sun was just a red ball of fire. 1 began to worry as it was five o'clock and there was still no sign of my mother. The sky was as black as pitch and we could hardly see each other.

Nola Peart was crying and Mrs. Peart was saying prayers aloud as we found all the buckets we could, filled them with water and placed them round the house. At long last my mother pulled up outside the gate with a truck-load of people who were crowded all over the tray and in the cabin of our small truck. She was deadly white as she told us to jump on to the truck and get away. John ran and let the calves out of the pen, while 1 frantically let the horses go, and bundled all the dark children* there on to the truck.

Alter the noise and grime and dreary suburbs of the city have been left behind, the scene through the train windows changes to one of beauty. Desolate Winter has lifted her bleak, grey veil to reveal all the warm, brilliance of Spring. After a short trip to the foot-hills, the train begins its ascent of the Sydney side of the Blue Mountains. From the heights can be seen the bright, paddockpatterned valleys to the west, fed by the Lachlan and Macquarie Rivers. Here lies the typical Australian countryside, the subject of so many ballads and paintings in earlier days.

The train makes light of the miles down the western slopes, and is soon travelling through rich pasture lands, their green expanse dotted by large twisted gum-trees, singly or in groups that have been left as shade for sheep and cattle. The centre of these prosperous districts is the city of Bathurst, one of the earliest country towns to be established in Australia. Scattered homesteads away from the town seem to be many miles apart; as the train speeds along we can see them, tucked away in little bushlands of native trees.

As 1 ran to the truck 1 could see the wall of fire coming towards us. The flames were leaping two hundred feet in the air and I felt faint as I reached the truck and we started off. We could hardly see anything as the thick smoke filled our eyes. There were thirteen of us in the truck; some were crying while others were laughing hysterically as we tore along to safety through the blackening smoke and sparks.

The hours pass rapidly as we enjoy these scenes and the thought of home. Soon the train comes to a standstill at Orange, where there is a happy reunion of the Boardman family — everyone talking at once, while the luggage is bundled into the car. Travelling, however, is not nearly over, for it is almost another fifty miles to my home. As we drive along, 1 feel refreshed by the dear and familiar country sights: sheep grazing along the slopes 011 either side of the road and an occasional herd of cattle in an adjoining paddock.

The road, in spite of the season, is red and dusty; but the miles glide by unnoticed.

At last we were out of danger, but our worries were not ended, even when we had crossed the bridge 011 the way to Gulargambone. Other sickening thoughts were troubling our minds. Where were the men? Were they still alive? When we reached Gulargambone we rang up Arinatree to find that Dad was still alive, but only the Post Office was standing there, and, 0I1 disaster! our house, they said, was gone. After tea, we distributed all the

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When my brother came in one Saturday and told me that he had beaten Bill Smith at tennis, I was not surprised. One reason for his victory was that he had had a good roast dinner and apple pie and cream before his match, whereas poor Bill Smith had probably eaten baked beans out of a tin. Mrs. Smith does not like cooking, and they dine out of tins and packets as much as possible.

My elder sister is very pleased that her skin has improved, that her hair has a lovely shine and that her nails grow long and smooth. Generally, she looks much brighter but she does not bother to enquire into this gradual but happy change.

These are a few of the changes which took place in our home as a result of my learning Domestic Science.

aborigines amongst their relations in Gulargambone and with sickening hearts, and a lonely, homeless feeling we set off back towards home. What were we coming to see?

I will never forget the sights we saw on that sad trip back. A big heap of ashes stood in place of homes that we well knew, and in the still darkness all looked like fairyland, as we gazed over the burning logs and fences. It is strange how rumours travel, but how glad we were that this was a rumour.

Our house still stood! Quietly it seemed to stand as if nothing had happened, hidden there among the giant Plane trees. Never before had I realised what "home" means to me. But the loss of life in that bush-fire will never let us forget "Black Thursday".

ANNE WALSH (Second Year), Normanhurst.

P A U L I N E BROWN (15 Years), Dawson Street.

[We leave P a u l i n e to face any writs for libel that may ensue.—Ed.]

* T h e r e are native reserves in that part of N.S.W.

BEING

DOMESTICATED

FISHING

Girls to-day do not have so manv domestic tragedies as those of ten years ago, because they are taught to cook and housekeep while they are still at school.

I lie back against the trunk of an old tree with my eyes closed. Even though the fish are not biting well to-day, 1 am still enjoying myself. All cares and worries go from my mind as I sit here, fishing, beside an old winding creek in a big empty paddock on the side of the hill.

There are few trees near this place, but the cool breeze is gently rustling through the leaves of the tree under which I sit. A kookaburra is sitting up there somewhere, too. I can hear it laughing, now and again.

The sun is warm and is slowly sending me to sleep. But no! A sharp, sudden jerk of my rod brings me back from my dreaming. I grasp it firmly.

Something is tugging at the end of the line. A fish!

Even though it is only a very small fish, and the only one I paught this afternoon, I feel like a professional fisherman now. I am intent on my work, gazing keenly over the water's surface for a sign of any flashes of silver through the shimmering glass.

But it does not seem as if 1 will catch any more fish to-day. I lean back and close my eyes as the soft music of the water and the warm sun lull me to sleep.

I live in a very normal, contented and healthy family. However, it was not like that two years ago. We were all rather thin and suffered from various ailments and everyone had some pet grudge or complaint. I was not too sure what caused this state of affairs until I began to learn cooking and then little bv little I found out. Or am I imagining all this?

I began to learn Domestic Science in SubIntermediate. I was taught the correct way to boil water, break eggs and cook a souffle, and of course, I put them into practice at home. By degrees I came to do more and more cooking and the family became more contented and normal. Breakfast was made a more interesting meal and my brothers found time to eat it before they went to school.

This, of course, improved their health.

I noticed that my father was improving, too: he was not so tired and listless when he arrived home from work. Gradually he got rid of all his medicine bottles and ate adequate meals. Before I took over the cooking he had only pecked at his food. Now life is different; the doctor and the chemist no longer make a fortune out of my father's medicine. Another thing is that my mother finds more time to play bridge and have a chat with her friends. She has not the everlasting round of dishes and meals to cope with and she has more time to spend with the children. As she is rather delicate, it is essential that she should have good wholesome meals. Besides, it is much easier eating meals that someone else has prepared — you don't know what is in them.

CANOEING IN THE MOONLIGHT It was a still, clear night. The moon was at the full and made the night seem strangely like the day. In the shadows under the willows near the broken pier the canoes waited.

I stepped into the smaller, which just held two comfortably. Then with a few sure strokes we glided onto the sleeping waters of the lake waking the still surface leaving a gentle wake to flow behind as the canoe sped onward into the deep.

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At last the moon conquered and seemed to shine out so much more clearly and beautifully than before. The thin white clouds seemed like a very thin piece of tissue paper stretched across the front of a very powerful torch.

Having watched all this time, I began to feel drowsy and wanted to sleep. But the moon seemed to draw me to the window and keep me fastened there, her prisoner.

I hen my mother came up to me and broke the great stillness by saying in her soft, gentle voice, "Come on, Levina, it's time for bed. You will be very tired in the morning."

I he spell was broken so I said goodnight to the moon and crept into my bed still thinking of the greatness of the moon and its Maker.

The curve of the bridge looked tragic in the moonlight reminding one of the man who committed suicide while building it. We moved under it quietly.

Under its shadows, every tiny sound was magnified and echoes rang back as we sat there in silence.

We could hear the others in tbe big canoe approaching and now they were also under the bridge. All was very quiet except for them.

We turned for home but this time we sped on the mirrored surface as if we scarcely touched it. into the path of the moon.

The clear night made the sky alive with stars.

They were made pale by the full moon. Its light glittered before us, dazing us with its brightness and beauty. As we slowly moved to the shore, it seemed we had been gone a brief moment. Slowly we drawr back to the willows and the others, our friends waiting there; back to the world of reality and people. Behind us we left the lake and the moon, to sleep and live with only God to watch.

LEVINA JANE HICKS (15), Mary's Mount.

NIGHT RIDE

MARGARET SULLIVAN (15) Mary's Mount, Ballarat.

I lie trees are shrouded in mist, While the lamp that shines 011 the wet road Leans slightly.

The winds whistle through the tall tree^, The wet grass stretches unendingly into the shadows.

Night has wrapped her inky cloak over all, Hurriedly I cycle through the park, Not stopping or waiting to hear if Anyone follows close behind.

At last, I see the street light.

Home is close at hand, When at our gate my prayers cease, I breathe a sigh of utter and content relief, Into rYiv father's house.

THE MOON I usually look at the sky each night and imagine what the moon is seeing on the earth at this time.

So many different people are on the way to the movies, others just going for a drive, some going dancing, others visiting friends and relations. The moon sees all this from her high place in the heavens.

The other night as I leant out of my window the clouds were in three layers. Nearest to earth the clouds were blown along at a steady speed.

The next layer was moving in the opposite direction going slower, and the last layer was hardly moving at all.

The rays of the full moon were very bright and this made everything seem so quiet, still and peaceful. It would have seemed out of place for anyone to speak.

The clouds flitted to and fro across the moon's face as if they were little children playing in a garden under the eyes of their mother or father.

Suddenly from the south-east there came heavy black clouds like a thief coining to steal something verv dear to us. They grew darker as they came closer and began to blot out the light which the moon was sending down to us.

I grew afraid; the dark clouds had conquered the moon's rays it seemed, when a faint glimmer of light, like a torch shining in a smoky room, began to find its way through the uglv black mass, what had seemed like an endless length of black material being stretched from a gigantic roll.

I wanted to cheer and shout out to the moon to keep up her fight that she was beginning to find the weak spot in the black sea of wilderness. There was a strange feeling of joy and hope ringing in my heart.

— N. Loreto Abbey, Mary's Mount.

BUYING A HAT Every few months, Mother says, "I must buy a new hat." Some Mothers have a definite idea in mind when buying a hat, but my Mother never has. She goes into the shop, and pounces instantly on what she gleefully calls "a bargain", which usually consists of a small piece of felt in an uninspiring brown. This, the shop girl informs her, must be fitted on to the head. My Mother, after a few vain attempts to bend "the bargain" into a "shape" discards it, to the secret delight of the shop girl, for a slightly more expensive model in pale green straw. This is the variety known as a "cartwheel hat", which describes it perfectly. This particular number, being of the less expensive kind, balances 011 the head, like a plate on a ball. During this effort to keep the hat on, Mum's hair falls down, and several minutes pass whilst she re-does it, and casts her eye around at the same time for f u r t h e r inspection. Now comes a small pink affair, known as a "mushroom". This is supposed to fit the back of the head, but having been fitted nothing can be 86

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Tentatively, we produce the graduation gown (made from an old black petticoat). With rapid movements we slip it on to him. Ah! Success! No, not quite. It stayed tied round his neck all right, but it slid snake-like off his back. With a sudden inspiration we dabbed "Tarzan's Grip" 011 him, and then attached the gown. It gave a squelching sound; then stuck. We turned our attention to the spectacles and graduation cap which we had joined together. There had been a slight argument about those glasses. When we had our first dress rehearsal, some there were who considered that the old bifocals straightened Kippv's eyes so well, that the glass should be left in them. But, of course, this haggling few was soon outnumbered and we finally removed the glass.

Where was I? Oh, yes, we tied Kippy's cap and glasses under his chin in a sailor's knot, pulled up his blue stockings, and then nearly went into hysterics. Anyone wdio has not seen Kippy cannot imagine the effect. It was ludicrous.

Time: Several hours later. The Cast appears

seen of it from the front. The salesgirl suggests a large bow on top, which when tried, borders on the ridiculous. It is at this time that the reckless gleam in the buyer's eye is detected by the salesgirl; hence she produces an expensive number in red, with a whole bird over one ear. The girl informs us it is a bird of Paradise, and the tail feathers are meant to curve under the chin. The feathers are curved under Mum's chin, and reach the vicinity of her other ear, making her appear to have a slightly moth-eaten beard. This also is discarded, this time for a pale blue duveton with two long tassels. The tassels are for some unknown reason placed either side at the back of the hat, so that when the head is turned from side to side, the tassels are liable to swing round like pale blue pigtails, and slap one in the face.

In despair, Mum alights on a frightfully expensive hat; but, as the shop girl twitters, beautifully made, in dark green felt, one side of which comes over the eye at a rakish angle. Phis she buys, and decides to wear it home. On the way we see at least three other hats exactly the same, but all looking slightly smarter.

On reaching home Mum tries 011 the hat anyway, and begins to wish she had bought the red number, with the dashing bird of Paradise over one ear.

Avearilv dragging the bedraggled leading player, who in turn drags a blue ribbon (and s t o c k i n g ) .

MARGARET RINTOUL (13), Nedlands.

PATSY MILLER (Sub-Leaving), Nedlands.

A DULL WET DAY It is a dull wet day to-day, With w a t e r everywhere, And let us play to-day, to-day, In puddles here and there.

Editorial whisper to the mother*: Do you mind all this, dear? And I'm not near enough to give P. even a haughty stare. * Mary Durack, Australian author.

And w h e n we get home Mother will say What have you been doing to-day?

And t h e n we will have to go to bed With a cold and a sore head.

DRESSING DOGS Have you ever dressed a dog? If not, for your own sake, never try. It is most harrowing.

When I announced, one tea-time at home, that there was to be a Dog Show at school, all I received from the rest of the family were dark looks and mutterings. We have had former Dog Shows; but Kippv is a mongrel and cannot be classed as a member of any one known breed . . . neither can he be entered into any other but the Fancy Dress Section.

Hopefully we examine the other groups: — Shortest tail, Saddest eyes (alas Kippv is crosseyed), Longest nose, Best bred (Ha-ha!). No-o. we always decide there is only one path for us: the narrow' and difficult. And so we set to work to think of something ingenious.

Comes the eve of the fateful day, and also the suggestion of a "blue stocking". As I am the youngest and probably the most ignorant, it is explained patiently to my struggling little mind, that a "blue stocking" is a learned woman. Well, it will have to do.

On Sunday, with sly native cunning, we nab Kippy; and, locking all doors and windows, hold our captive in the kitchen.

Oh! w h a t a horrid day it is That makes me stay in bed If you had a cold and a sore head.

You would not like to stay in bed!

JUDITH QUIN (12).

Nedlands.

D r a w n by B. Dobson, Marryatville.

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LORETO CONVENT, B R I S B A N E , QLD.

THE NEW BUILDING, Cavendish Road, Brisbane, Blessed and Opened in May, 1955. The school block, connected with it, is on the other side.

SENIOR SCHOOL F r o n t R o w : G. M c P h e r s o n , A. J e f f r e i s s , E. N o w o t n y , M. M o o r e , C. R y a n , P . M a c g r o a r t y , C. P a r e r , N. Stuart, R. R h o d e s , J. Goodwin, E. O'Mahony, D. Q u i n n , H . S a l t e r .

2nd R o w : M. H i t z k e , M. K e n t , E . H e a l y , M. H i c k e y , J .

T a s s e l l , B. S t e i n , M. M u r p h y , M. E l s o n - G r e e n , M. M c l n n e s , S. C h a p p i e , R. W i l l e t t , L. M i d g l e y , P. H o l m e s , P . S e y m o u r , J . H a u p t , R. A d a i r , D. Kelly.

3rd R o w : P . H i c k e y , R . M a r t i n , M. R o a c h e , M. B r a d l e y , P. M c C o r m a c k , A. M c D o n a l d , P. S m i t h , A. M c C o r m a c k , S. P a r e r , P. H e m p e n s t a l l , B. E i s l e r , M. McA n u l t y , G. R u d w i c k , H . T u r n o c k , E . Nowill, C. Coorey.

4th R o w : S. S h a w , M. M c A u l i f f e , J. A h e r n , M. R o b e r t s , P. Kelly, J . Z a c k a , C. C l e a r y , J . M c D o n n e l l , J . D r u m , Z. G a l l a g h e r , P. H a m i l t o n , E. T h o m a s .

B a c k R o w : M. P r i c e , B. L e B r o q , S. C o o p e r , J. Claxton, B C o o n e y , J . R o w e , M. E l d r i g e , M. J o s e p h s o n .

A b s e n t : J. S i m m o n d s , M. C r a w f o r d , M. R a n k i n . N. T i l b r o o k , M. M u r d o c k .

LORETO CONVENT, BRISBANE, QLD.

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Infants, Grades I and II F r o n t R o w : S. M c N u l t y , C. R o a c h , B. K e l l e g h e r , C. M u r p h y , G. C o n d o n , M. W i l l i s , K. H o d g e s , C. H a n d a s y d e , C. H a l l , C. M u r r a y , B . S y d e s , D. J o s e p h s o n , M . A n d e r s e n .

S e c o n d R o w : B. B u g d e n , B . O ' S u l l i v a n , D. Steele, F . S t e w a r t , M. M o n a g h a n , K . H a n c o c k , T . S t e w a r t , R. G u t h r i e , M. H e r b e r t , B. T a y l o r , C. M u r r a y , K . P r e s t o n , S. C l e a r y , D. C u d d i d y .

T h i r d R o w : C. T e s s i e r , D. E l d r i g e , P . N a s h , C. Allen, P. H u r s t , S. M c D o n a l d , M. Kenway, K. M o n a g h a n , E. Leahy.

Eack M. M.

S. S a m s o n , Nowill, R.

D. H o r n i c k , Corbett, T.

Row: A. N e l s o n , P. M c C o r m a c k , S. H e g a r t y , D. Waller.

K e l l y , M. M u r r a y , A. Willis, L. C o u c h m a n , A. Harburg, McNulty.

Absent:

C.

Preston.

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Patricia

Macgroarty,

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Glenda

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Carolirt Denise

Parer,

Quinn,

Nathalie Helen

Stuart.

Salter.

LORETO CONVENT, BRISBANE, QLD. JUNIOR SCHOOL Grades III and IV F r o n t R o w : B. W i l l i a m s , K . H o d g e s , M. P a r e r , M. O w e n , G. S a m p s o n , C. B r o w n e , K . C u m m i n g s , K. B u g d e n , N. J o s e p h s o n , C. D o u g l a s , M. O ' S u l l i v a n .

S e c o n d R o w : M. C a s s i d y , N. C o n d o n , B. H e a l y , P .

G a n n , B . S i m p s o n , E . A t k i n s o n , M. P o r t l e y , M. Griffin, J . B o y l e , J . F a n n i n g , A. H e g a r t y , P .

Corbett.

T h i r d R o w : E . M c N a m e e , K. M c N a m e e , K . M c C a l l u m , J . M c C o r m a c k , A. W a r d , E. Griffin, L. Mc W a t e r s , L. K u r t s , A. E l d r i g e , C. C a v a l l a r o , A. H e a l y .

Back

R o w : F. D r a k e , G. G u t h r i e , H o o k e , P. S t e w a r t , M. E i s l e r , B r o w n e , P. Allen.

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MIDDLE SCHOOL F i r s t R o w : R. M c C u l l a g h , P . B r o w n , C. H o o k , R. J o s e p h s o n , A. G a r d e n e r , E. R u d w i c k , W . W i l s o n , J . K e l l y , A. M o n a g h a n , T . P a r e r , P. C o n n o l l y , L. W i l l i a m s .

S e c o n d R o w : A. O w e n , F. P a r e r , S. D o u g l a s , P. M o r r o w , T . A r n o l d , M. G u t h r i e , M. B o w e s , J .

B r o a d , D. O w e r s , V . B a r w i c k , D. R o a c h e , M. E . M c C o r m a c k , M. S t e w a r t , P. A n d r e w s , G. Casey, E . D i l l o n . M. R o c h e .

T h i r d R o w : H . P a r e r , R . Kelly, H . Kiley, T. N e y l o n , Y. T h o m a s , M. H u r s t , P. H e a l y , S. M i r r o w , P. H i c k e y , M. O w e n , K. P o u l t o n , S. P a r e r , B. P r e n d e r g a s t , A. S t e i n d l , M. H o w l e y , C. Kelly.

F o u r t h R o w : E . A t k i n s o n , M. F i n n i m o r e , R. L a m b , C. C a s s i d y , J . W a l s h e , L. M c C o s k e r , D. R e d m o n d , M. L u d d y , H . S u m n e r , R. C r e a g h , E .

P a r k i n s o n , C. B o w e s , P . C o s g r o v e , M. E d m o n d son, S. C o o p e r .

Back

Row: M. B e i r n e , K. N a s h , K. N o u d , M. F o g a r t y , S. R u s h b r o o k , C. K e r l i n , F. C l e a r y , K. B a r r y , P. S i m m o n d s , A. C l a n c h y .

P.

Ouinn,

M.

Cashel,

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C. K.

Carter, Willis,

Cleave.

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with an egg. I lit the primus which is a small spirit one and very fascinating to the Natives. I admit it intrigues me a bit, too. All you do is to tip some metho. into a sort of cup and light it.

The billy sits above the flame, and little holes in the top of the cup make the flame go like a gas jet. In ten minutes the billy was boiled. I took the opportunity of delivering a lecture to the boys on the making of tea "belong Australia" and not American style.

At 1.30 we packed up and moved on. It came as a surprise to me that we were so close to Pareronno (only another twenty minutes). We were to spend the night there. We stopped outside the village at the patrol centre, the "Haus Kiap". Such huts are built throughout the territory for the convenience of Patrol Officers. The Missionaries use them, too, just as the patrol officers often spend a night at a Mission. They are not furnished in any way but are always clean and, best of all, private.

I thought I might sleep there that night, but the catechist was insistent that 1 accept the hospitality of the village — all prepared for me. It turned out to be quite a good native house, and a room was set aside for me in one corner. There was a long stretcher, a table and a long shelf along one wall.

My carriers busied themselves unpacking everything, whether wanted or not. A crowd of natives stood round watching; Nai, with the air of doing something really magnificent, blew up my air mattress; he thoroughly enjoyed the silent wonder of the bystanders. Mv attention was distracted by the arrival of the elders of the village, and people kept coming in to shake and kiss my hand. Some who had been to school aired their knowledge by saying "good afternoon". Babies were in it, too, their tinv little black hands being held out by mother or father for me to shake, while the owner of the little hand watched unblinking to see if I was going to eat it.

MY MISSIONARY BROTHER * Last week I went on a five-day walkabout "antap", which is the pidgin word meaning literally "on top", and in this instance: the highlands.

I spent Thursday afternoon packing. The Mass kit stowed away neatly in a special pack 1 had made by Paddy Pallin (ihe bushwalkers' supplier), two blankets and an air mattress with odds and ends in another, a Paddy-made frame-rucksac, that has seen me through many hikes and camps down south; a primus, lantern, shoes and food and changes of clothing. Friday morning saw ine setting out at 10 o'clock with a line of five carriers stringing out behind. My main man was Kubai, a large schoolboy of about 16 years. He carried the big pack. Then came Nai with the Mass kit, followed by the others. I h e frame-rucksac was carried by Morakana Josepho of Omitaro — to give him his full title; and if you stood the name up on end, vou would just about get his height. He asked to come as he would be able to see his home town and relations. I was a hit sceptical about taking him as he is only ten, and it was a long walk. He could carry a small pack, 1 thought, so 1 said "O.K. When I looked them over I found that he had the frame-rucksac. The band which is supposed to fit across your back was almost down to the backs of his legs, and the top was poking over his ears.

He grinned from ear to ear and adjusted the cross and chain I had given him to make it hang dead centre. Well, be wanted to come . . .

A few yards from the house the track crosses a deep creek and then climbs up the other bank to plunge into the jungle. In a few minutes the station is out of sight, and the sunlight is filtering greenly through the tangle of trees and vines. After twenty minutes we met a "main" road, which is a cleared pathway about 12 feet wide, grass surface usually the other. Quite pleasant walking and a motor bike can be ridden along it. At 11 o'clock we were at the Silibai River, where we rested a hit and had a smoke. (The kids start smoking here soon after they walk.)

I felt like taking Morokan's pack from him, but he looked happy enough so I left him with it.

We were able to wade across the river and soon started on the steady climb to the "antap" villages.

Near Kikimogu we met a villager and gave him some mail for his people. I told him I would soon be back to say Mass in the village. So on we climbed, and reached the village of Piarino at 12.30. The chief and eatechist, Mage, was not in; but a man made us welcome on his behalf and presented me

They let me rest for a few7 hours when they heard I was going on to Okomo; and I lay reading or praying while the rain came down in torrents.

At least I was glad I had beaten it to shelter. As the sun was going down and darkness seeped in from the jungle, Nai and Morokana set up the table in their usual noiseless way, holding their breath each time they handled a cup. It is uncanny the way they can move silently when they want to.

Dinner was a bowl of kaukau (native potato) and a bowl of pork. This, with the bread and butter, tea and jam I had brought with me, made quite a good meal. I had just finished when I heard the karamaut, the wooden drum, announcing nieht prayers for the village. The "haus lotu" (Chapel)

LUnder this heading we hops to publish each year news ol the Missionary Brothers of some of our Nuns.

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was quite close, and 1 listened to the Rosary heing said in Buin, followed by a hymn sung to a foxtrot tune. When 1 heard the Angelus 1 got up and went over for Confessions. This took about an hour.

Back in my "room" I sat up for a while, smoking, thinking, and looking at the stars, and turned in about 10 p.m.

Next morning was sparkling and cool. I said Mass after hearing about 90 Confessions — people from other villages had come in.

[Some pages of F a t h e r Dowden's letter then describe f u r t h e r stages of the journey, pursued with c h e e r f u l perseverance, a cheerfulness that cloaks an a r d e n t apostolate.—Ed.]

It would be hard to give you an idea of just what the jungle is like. The track winds in and out between great trees with moss and creepers matted on their trunks; vines hang down like long pencil lines from the lofty branches; ferns (some little but some as big as a wattle tree) fight for air with all manners of grasses and bushes.

Though the sun blazed from a near-cloudless sky outside the tree-tops, down underneath it was twilight. You have heard of scenes "bathed in sunlight", well, here it was as though sunlight had been tipped on tbe tree canopy and here and there leaked through to splash on mossy log, or fern or broad leaf of the jungle bush — little splashes of yellow-green in the silent world of green. And all so still. I, in my canvas gym. shoes, the boys with their bare feet glided silently over the damp mouldy leaves. At times grasses shouder high closed in over our arms, or we found ourselves passing along a corridor between giant ferns arranged yards apart on a carpet of dead leaves. Then we would be crossing a razor-back saddle, just a foot-print wide, and scrambling down muddy banks, clutching vines or mossy roots to steady the drop. Butterflies of all sizes fluttered by — they, too, keeping silence. Some were jet black and a good five inches across; others royal blue with black borders like the old Normanhurst uniform; others again in the grey of Kirribilli.

I half expected one to go by bouncing a basketball . .

Bougainville.

23rd J u n e , 1955.

LEON DOWDEN, S.M.

CONSTANCE MOFFIT: IMPORTANT APPOINTMENT ( F r o m the W.A. Record.)

A new link in tbe chain of international welfare work was forged when social worker Constance Moffit. of Darling Point, Sydney, took over a new appointment recently. Constance is the first Director of the International Social Service's Australian branch which began officially when she took up her appointment recently. She explained that her work will concern welfare problems which overlap international frontiers.

"In this post-war world there are innumerable cases which a local agency can t handle," she added.

"Many of these result from mass migration and wartime marriages."

In 1945, as a graduate of the University of West Australia, Constance went to Germany with the UNRAA. In 1948 she transferred to IRO and remained there until 1951.

"During those years," she said to-day, "I saw from the other end the problems which I shall now try to solve on the Australian side.

"I will do all in my power to help, because I have seen at first hand the tragedies which on paper might lose some of their sharpness."

Through the International Social Service there is new hope for families that have been separated during and after the war. I his, Constance says, is the most harrowing problem of all.

The new offices of the ISS are in the Family Welfare Bureau, Martin Place, Sydney.

In 1928 Constance Moffit went to the Catholic University of America, Washington, D.C., on a two years" scholarship secured by the Rt. Rev. Mgr. J. T. McMahon, then a post-graduate student at that University.

She won the Master of Arts degree in social science and worked for several years as an almoner in U.S.A. Returning to Australia she became almoner at Lewisham Hospital, Sydney, and has been associated with Miss Norma Parker, M.A., in the School of Social Sciences at Sydney University.

Her family lived for many years at Leonora, W.A., and she and her sisters* were pupils of Loreto, Claremont. * Sheila (Lady Coates Cross) and Margaret.

A GREAT VIOLIN FOR A GREAT VIOLINIST All Loreto children will be interested to hear that once again a Loreto past pupil is thrilling audiences by wonderful musical performances. Mr. Neil Nilsson, Carmel Hakendorf's husband, very kindly contributed this account of the Guadagnini violin and what it means to his talented wife: — Recently in Adelaide it was suggested by a group of music lovers led by Lady Bonython and Mrs. Villeneuve Smith, that a violin be bought for Carmel Hakendorf. Carmel has just been invited to England for the second time to perform the Sibelius violin Concerto with Sir John Barbirolli and the Halle Orchestra in the "Sibelius Birthday Concert" to be given in Manchester on December 4, 1955, and it was the desire of these ladies that she go overseas equipped with a violin worthy of her talents.

Carmel had previously visited England in 1952 to play with the Halle Orchestra at the invitation of Sir John Barbirolli, and although she had been advised that the violin she was playing on was inadequate, she was not able to afford a better one. Her musical artistry was such, however, that her performances in England were greeted by the most sceptical

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highest hopes. Carmel has not been parted from the instrument from that moment. Mr. Smith kindly allowed her a two-month option and a fund was launched in "The Advertiser" to buy it for South Australia and to give Carmel the use of it for her lifetime. The money was raised within six weeks almost entirely from small donations sent in by music lovers from all over the State.

Adelaide music lovers were given an opportunity of hearing this very beautiful violin in two packed recitals in the Adelaide Town Hall. Lady Bonython remarked on this occasion what an honour it was that, of all the violinists in the world, Carmel should have been chosen to play in the Sibelius birthday celebrations, and Carmel thanked the public from the stage for their generosity and for their faith in her talents. She offered, as her own way of expressing her gratitude, a very beautiful and, to judge from the audiences' reaction, a very moving performance of Schubert's "Ave Maria".

HOPKINS — A N D THE BEAUTY OF THE WORLD Gerard Manley Hopkins had a dual vocation: to poetry and to the priesthood. His life was a fusion of these two elements into perfect unity; but the process entailed suffering and difficulty unknown to ordinary mortals. The artist in him was attracted to the sensuous beauty of the world around him; the priest in him had to tread a lonely road of asceticism before he could take the beauty of the world to his heart. As he set out on his spiritual adventure he saw that all beauty could be either an attraction to the lower level of life — life of the senses, or an incentive to the higher life of the spirit. The sensuous element is uppermost in the early poem, Keatsian in imagery, A Vision of Mermaids, written before his conversion:

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critics with nothing but praise. "Sceptics stayed to marvel and applaud" ran the headline in one Manchester newspaper when Carmel made her English debut. Playing enormously difficult works like the Brahms Concerto, she gained the highest praise from London critics and musicians despite the fact that she was playing in Halls like the Royal Festival Hall, London, where international artists were playing nightly on instruments worth anything up to £30,000.

While these people in Adelaide were discussing ways and means of obtaining a suitable instrument, there actually came into the possession of the Sydney violin dealer, Mr. A. E. Smith, a famous old Italian violin made by Guadagnini in 1751. Mr. Smith immediately thought of Carmel as a worthy owner of such a treasure and sent her a telegram asking if she would be interested in purchasing it for £1,750, a price far below its value overseas. Only half an hour after this a gentleman in Sydney rang Mr. Smith on behalf of the Adelaide Group. Both gentlemen were somewhat taken aback by this remarkable coincidence. Mr. Smith flew to Adelaide personally so that Carmel could try the violin, and in beauty and strength of tone it exceeded her

" P l u m - p u r p l e was the west; but spokes of light Spear'd open lustrous gashes, crimson-white."

and describing the mermaids: "Careless of me they sported; some would plash The languent smooth with dimpling drops, and splash Their filmy tails adown whose length there showed An azure ridge; or clouds of violet glowed On p r a n k e d scale; or t h r e a t s of carmine, shot T h r o u g h silver, gloomed to a blood-vivid clot."

Then came the conversion of Hopkins to Catholicism and his entry into the Jesuit Order, where his religious asceticism led him to reject the senses as luring him away from God. This rejection is perfectly expressed in The Habit of Perfection: " S h a p e nothing, lips; be lovely-dumb: It is t h e shut, t h e c u r f e w sent F r o m t h e r e w h e r e all s u r r e n d e r s come Which only m a k e you eloquent."

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festation of the Divine Presence is not continuous, or easily seen, but comes in flashes like the light flashing from tinfoil when it is shaken, or like the minute "explosion" when a drop of oil is crushed into atom-like fragments.

The senses must all he directed to God: 0 feel-of-primrose hands, O feet That w a n t the yield of plushy sward, But you shall walk t h e golden street, And you unhouse and house the Lord.

Transcending bis awareness of beauty was Hopkins* anxiety at its transience. Was there 110 means of capturing it, or transfixing and giving it permanence? In The Leaden Echo and the Golden Echo lie expresses this anxiety. The words seem to rush out unchecked from the anguished mind of the man; and the emotion is vividly transferred to the listener — for Hopkins" poetry should be heard as well as read. Hear the cry of the poet:

But, being a poet with a highly developed power of perception, he could not shut out the world completely; and his mind was no doubt eased by the words of St. Ignatius in the "Exercises": "Things on the face of the earth were created for man s sake, and in order to aid him in the prosecution of the end for which he was created. Whence it follows that men ought to make use of them just so far as they help him to attain his end, and ought to withdraw himself from them, just so far as they hinder him.** '' We can understand how, as Hopkins became strengthened in the spiritual life, he began to associate experience of natural beauty with religious experience, being drawn through Nature to God the Creator. It was a definite conviction, not a vague, pantheistic theory such as Wordsworth reached.

St. Ignatius* was not the only influence which helped to mould Hopkins' conception of beauty.

Perhaps an even greater influence was that of the medieval philosopher, Duns Scotus, called by Hopkins.

"How to keep — is there any, is there none such n o w h e r e known some, bow or brooch or braid or brace, lace, latch or catch or key to keep Back beauty, keep it, beauty, beauty, beauty . . . . f r o m vanishing away?

Searching through the wilderness of experience lit1 can find 110 solution: "Oh there's none; no, no, no, there's none: Be beginning to despair, Despair, despair, despair . . .

There is 110 escape from its leaden echo as he trails off in an agony of hopelessness. Then, unexpectedly, a thought comes to him; a realization grasps him. Years before, he had cried in adoration and gratitude to God: "Over again I feel Thy finger and find Thee.*' The same light consoles him now: If beauty were dedicated to God with Whom time is nothing, it would be arrested and endowed with immortality:

"He . . . who of all men most sways my spirits to peace."

The poet-priest had arrived at a conception of beauty which was intimately bound up with his theory of "inscape". By this lie generally means the individuality of an object as it is expressed in the outer form or pattern. On reading Scotus, Hopkins found that lie (Duns Scotus) had also arrived at the same principle, naming it haecceitas or thisness.

So the medieval philosopher gave the Victorian poet "a sanction for doing, as a Christian poet, what as a Jesuit priest he could not possibly do: that is, assert his individuality".

After this mental conflict had been resolved Hopkins could write: "I do not think that I have ever seen anything more beautiful than the bluebell I have been looking at. I know the beauty of Our Lord by it. This, then, became the prevailing theme of his later poetry: the beauty of the world giving the beholder a glimpse of the infinite beauty of God. In the Wreck of the Deutchland we find:

"Give beauty back, beauty, beauty, beauty, back to God, beauty's self and beauty's giver."

BRENDA HEAGNEY (Past Pupil, Nedlands, W.A.) Arts III, Sydney University. * Poems and Prose of G. M. Hopkins, by W. H. Gardner, p. xxiv. (Penguin Poets.)

MESSAGE TO LORETO, GIBRALTAR

Interesting photographs and articles arrived from this House, but were too late for inclusion.

We look forward to making a big feature of them in the 1956 magazine. Good wi lies and thanks, Gibraltar!

1 kiss my hand To the stars, lovely-asunder Starlight, w a f t i n g him out of it.

Later 011. he wrote: The world is charged with the g r a n d e u r of God; It will flame out, like shining shook foil; It gathers to a greatness like the ooze of oil Crushed . . . .

DONATIONS TO T H E MAGAZINE We are grateful to firms and friends who have given generous donations (£3/3/0 each). They are: S. Ahearn, Esq., R, J. Hickey, Esq., Brownbuilt Ltd. (all of Sydney), and Linehan & Shrimpton, Moran & Cato (both Melbourne firms).

I11 these two startling images, Hopkins points out to us how the greatness, the power, the presence, of God shines out from the Creation. Ibis mani94

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PAUL CLAUDEL Poetry — the very word holds a fascination for most of us — but how many can define that fascination? Paul Claudel, great figure in 20th century French Literature, has said of poetry : —

follow the same pattern. Mesa is a man of great ability, with an enormous capacity for love; this could have proved his undoing. Violaine is naturally spiritual. For her there is no real conflict between evil and good—it is rather a conflict between mediocrity and perfection. She wants the normal things of life —to be a good wife and mother for the man she loves. It is a pure, natural desire. Sanctity, for her, is achieved by relinquishing these natural rights.

The Saint at the end of the play is on a higher plane than the Violaine of the prologue, pure and gentle though she be.

"It is the universe of visible things to which Faith adds that of invisible things — one of the essentials of great poetry is its Catholicity . . . I m e a n to say that the foremost poets have received f r o m God such vast things to express that the whole world is necessary to their task." *

To a Catholic this must surely seem an adequate and satisfying answer. And by his own definition of a poet this must give Paul Claudel a position of honour among "the foremost poets". Yet this same "poetic apostle" of Christ began, like St. Paul, if not actively hating Christ, at least ignoring Him! A study of Claudel's early work provides the key to his ardent Damascus.

"Partage de Midi", a poetic drama written in his early life, but not produced until after he had been acclaimed, is largely biographical. Here, for the first time, the young Claudel sets forth the theme that is to be developed in his later writing, reaching its climax in the epic, "Le Soulier de Satin" — the theme of God's love, found through human suffering.

Mesa, the hero of the play Partage de Midi, is a character marked out for great spiritual progress.

When we are first introduced to him he shows signs of bitterness and dissatisfaction with the world, yet he loves it too much to surrender himself to God. His personal struggle with God, his illicit love for Yse, his disillusionment and final triumph when all seems lost — these things Claudel develops into a powerful drama. In Yse Mesa finds a heroine of his own worth. They are destined to love, each finding in the other a temporary solace for the loneliness of their lives.

Claudel makes full play of the images he loves so well. The enchanting medieval atmosphere of "L'Annonce faite a Marie" gives him plenty of scope for this. We see Cain and Abel symbolized by the dark, evil Mara and the innocent Violaine.

Anne Vercours, setting oil' for the Holy Land becomes a venerable "Old Testament" figure. And, throughout the play there is the lovely, symbolic presence of the Blessed Virgin, represented by Violaine.

Of "Le Soulier de Satin" Claudel says, "it is a resume of my whole work". In this gigantic play all three facets of the author unite — poet, dramatist and prose-writer. The setting encompasses the universe, transcends time. Rodrigue and Dona Prouheze, the ill-fated lovers, are the consummation of Claudel's theme of human suffering. The final denouement is neater than those of his early plays — as though he, himself, were more sure of his ideas. He sees Woman as Mian's salvation. He believes that in the fires of suffering a soul is moulded to greatness, and that only by losing everything can he gain the knowledge of love — both human and Divine.

"Le Soulier de Satin", though perfectly constructed, and brilliantly conceived, has not the warm, living passion of "Partage de Midi", or the beauty of "L'Annonce faite a Marie". The characters do not breathe; they are puppets guided by the strong personality of the author. The symbolism, in parts beautiful (as the opening scene of the dying Jesuit shows) is, on the whole, too formal and too obvious.

Separately they try to find fulfilment in each other. Only after final degradation and disenchantment do they learn that, without the peace and security of God, human love is meaningless.

Gerard Man ley Hopkins speaks somewhere of the "dearest freshness deep down things". This phrase seems to capture an essential quality of Claudel's best work. Claudel believes that Faith is necessary for a clearer vision . . . that it enables the poet to see into the core of things. Claudel's writing captures the freshness and simplicity of the "medieval". In the moving mystery play, "L'Annonce Faite a Marie" this essential simplicity is especially charming. The theme is, again, contact with God through suffering — but there is one important difference which distinguishes it from "Partage de Midi." In both plays the main characters show potential spiritual greatness. Mesa, as we saw, achieved sanctity by bitter disillusionment. Violaine of "L'Annonce faite a Marie" is to reach great heights of sanctity, too, but the characters do not

Still, whatever our personal preferences, Claudel's message comes through in all his work.

It is a message born of experience and disillusionment, from a man who knows the true value of fame and adulation. After studying even a portion of his work we cannot but feel that Paul Claudel was a man who fully appreciated that other, much earlier message: — "Come to Me all you who labour and are burdened — and I will refresh you."

JILL CONNOLLY, St. Mary's Hall, Melbourne University. * Claudel, "Art Po^tique". P. 793.

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T h e I.B.V.M. O v e r s e a s The West front and main entrance of Loreto, Seapoint.

Lion Mountain (see picture below) is on one side, the sea on the other.

The Preparatory School at the foot of Lion's Head, which shelters the Convent from the south-east winds.

Simon's Town, base of the South African Navy, is twenty-two miles from Capetown.

Loreto, Seapoint, is a boarding school.

There must be some competition for beds on this sleeping-out balcony that overlooks the sea.

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AN AUSTRALIAN CELEBRATES HER INDIAN JUBILEE Australians do not need to be told that wherever the Church is planted, the Sisters will have played a major part in the enterprise. Two of us Australians therefore were glad to join the crew of St. Mary's Land Rover, when it travelled north to Darjeeling, to join the celebration of Mother Mary Antoinette's Golden Jubilee at Loreto.

Mother Mary Antoinette is a daughter of whom Australia must be justly proud. She is known and loved throughout a great part of northern India, and is famed especially for her great influence on the soldiers camped in the Darjeeling area during the War. One of her priority questions to soldier visitors was "Would you like to go to Confession?" On one often quoted occasion, her victim replied "Yes, Mother, I happen to be a Catholic Chaplain". She tells with delight of a card she received from a former non-Catholic American soldier: after his name appeared the letters "S.J.

GROUP OF TIBETANS IN NATIONAL COSTUME: Day Pupils at Loreto, Darjeeling, they are Buddhists.

A few years ago, one of our Fathers, who teaches at St. Xavier's, Calcutta, and still sings in the choir, so I am told, became ill. The Doctor asked, "Father, how long have you worked in our trying climate?" "Forty-five years". "Father, you should never have done that." "1 promise not to do it again", came the quiet reply. But Mother Antoinette will do it again, or at least a fair part of it, so she assures us.

A MEMORY OF FRANK SMYTHE That intrepid, beautiful character, Frank Smythe, comes to mind whenever there is talk of climbing expeditions in the Himalayas. As you know a British party is preparing now for a climbing attack on Mt. Kanchenjunga,* and there are many eager Sherpas about Darjeeling ready to join in. Adventure is in the very veins of these mountain races, and Kanchenjunga, though not as lofty as Everest, is far more difficult to climb, with its sheer ice cliffs, than was No. 1 of Himalaya's snow peaks.

It was significant that the Headmaster of St. Paul's Church of England College was chosen to make a presentation on behalf of the people of the district. He said that it was fitting that this celebration should take place at Christmas, because Mother Antoinette had always radiated charity and the love of Christ so characteristic of the season.

He assured us that never had he visited or even spoken to her for two minutes on the phone, without feeling that his worries were not as serious as he had imagined, nor the world so bad after all.

From Darjeeling, at a distance of over one hundred miles, Everest looks like a mere triangular peak of immaculate snow; but Kanchenjunga is close by rearing up in tremendous glory, with hundreds of supporting peaks, into a blue sk\ when days are clear; in the dawns and sunsets, it catches up and flings back every glorious hue. till one feels lifted and lost in its magnificent beauty.

Although it had been intended to present a gold Cross, it was finally decided that a gift more after her heart would be a cheque sufficient to found a scholarship for the schooling of two needy girls.

Mother Antoinette, after expressing her gratitude and assuring us that the recipients of the scholarship would be well chosen, protested that it was not she but her many friends who had reflected the love of God, and that she prayed earnestly that He would love and bless each for such kindness now and in the past.

Frank Smythe twice led a climbing party to Kanchenjunga. He was, till 1949, considered the world's outstanding mountaineer. That year when prepared for another expedition he took ill in Derjeeling, and was flown back to England to die there. He loved our Chapel here; and my last memory of him is his figure, generally erect, but bent in prayer before the Altar. He had great trust in God and a devotion to the Lord's Prayer. He told me once that when far up on challenging icepeaks, he always felt, no matter how threatened by avalanche, blizzard or crevasse, that God was protecting him in answer to his trust in Him. He used to pray a great deal on his journeys, whether

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up amid the fields of blue poppy or higher up on the cold stormy peaks.

As you know, people all over the world shared in his triumphs; and he was encouraged and sustained by the conviction that he had a mission to show forth the beauty of God in these high places.

His beautiful camera work and his writings gave jov to countless men and women. He was a gentle, brave soul and his blue eyes had a look of reverence caught from the mountain beauty. I like to think that he gave his last lecture here, in tbis Convent, in 1949.

In June, 1848. the Vicar-Apostolic of Patna came to instal the first Parish Priest. Father Ignatius Persico, O.F.M. Cap., who later became a Cardinal on his return to Italy. From 1848 to 1885 the faithful used to attend Mass in the Convent Chapel. The foundation stone of the present parish church of the Immaculate Conception on the Convent property was laid by Dr. Goethals, S.J., Archbishop of Calcutta in 1892 — the district of Darjeeling having been transferred to the Diocese of Calcutta some years previously.

From 1885 the parish church was a corrugated iron structure which, on the completion of the present church, was dismantled and re-erected as the Catholic Chapel in the Cantonment of Jalapahar. After the withdrawal of the British troops in 1947 it remained empty and unused until in 1952 it was dismantled and found its way back to Loreto as the extension of St. Teresa's School for Nepali girls.

— M.M. Loreto (I.B.V.M.) Convent, Darjeeling. Jan., 1955. [* The expedition, led by Dr. Evans, of Liverpool, on t h e 25th May, 1955, was a success.—Ed.]

EARLY DAYS IN DARJEELING

PROGRESS FOR NEPAL

Darjeeling was discovered in 1828 by two Englishmen, and England soon realised its possibilities as a much needed sanatorium for troops and as an area suitable for the cultivation of tea.

In 1835 it was acquired by the British from Sikkim in return for British protection against Nepal; the surrounding district of one hundred and thirty square miles went with the village of Darjeeling which consisted of about thirty houses and a bazaar.

At first the native population was scanty, but, with the arrival of the military and of European residents and visitors, Darjeeling soon developed.

To connect it with the I.B.V.M., we note the dale of 1846, five years after the establishment of Loreto House in Calcutta, for it was in that year that Mother M. Teresa Mons and two other nuns were sent by Bishop Carew to open a Convent in Darjeeling, then little more than a village. The journey in those days was not to be undertaken lightly, for it was indeed an adventure. There were no railways, so, much of the travelling had to be done in palkis or palanquins — contrivances somewhat suggestive of a commodious coffin with a sliding panel in the side — borne on the shoulders of four or more bearers. (Readers of Kipling's Kim will vividly reconstruct the picture.)

There are many reasons why the Mission of Darjeeling has been rather slow in developing: The parish was as big as a diocese in England or Ireland.

There were usually two priests (but sometimes only one) and the work was extremely heavy as it included looking after the soldiers in the two cantonments (Jalapahar and Lebong I about ten miles apart, attending to the schools in Darjeeling and to the casual and permanent residents. The district was vast, communication very difficult; the rough roads up and down the steep slopes, being a little more than pony tracks, could be negotiated only on foot or on horseback. Then there was the language difficulty: Hindu was spoken by the Europeans, but it was really a foreign tongue to the hill-folk whose mother tongue is Nepali.

Thirty years ago very little was done or could be done for the Mission. Even the people themselves did not appreciate the need for education; and where girls were concerned there was a strong prejudice against it. The general opinion was that a girl, educated even as far as the primary stage, could not make a good wife. The one Government school for boys was a very poor specimen. For Indian girls of the better class, there was only one school: the Maharani School for Bengalis. No school for Nepali girls. All this now has changed and we (the l.B.)V.M.) are proud of St. Teresa's School for Nepali girls.

THE NUNS ARRIVE

The arrival of the Nuns with a small army of coolies created no end of a sensation in the little town. As there was no hope of obtaining supplies locally, the Nuns had to bring provisions and equipment with them. As there was no resident Priest.

Bishop Carew sent the Reverend John McGirr to be their Chaplain. In those days boundaries were rather vague; and after the Nuns were installed it was discovered that Darjeeling, while geographically and politically in Bengal, belonged to the Vicariate of Patna and not to the diocese of Calcutta. It was years before this thorny question was settled.

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At present we have a staff" of two Nuns, seven primary teachers and nine secondary. The Head Mistress must be a trained Graduate; there must be at least three other Graduates, one of whom must be a B.Sc. There must be a trained Domestic Science teacher. No teacher with qualifications lower than Inter—Arts or Inter-Science may now be appointed to the Secondary staff. We have managed to meet these demands, though, with the necessarily lowr fees, the finding of the salaries each month tends to produce a chronic headache. The fee-income is small compared with the running expenses, because of the poverty of most of the parents — mostly small clerks and small shopkeepers. And how small! One poor widowed mother tried to make a living by selling peanuts, matches and other odds and ends by the roadside. We have the children of demobolised soldiers, some orphans too, and the military pensions are very small. The average income of the parents of most of our pupils is from £3 to £4 per month — and ibis has to support a family. We are allowed by the Education Department to take only ten free children, but we do not refuse any child because of poverty. We have devised means of finding fees for the many who cannot pay.

The children of the Loreto Secondary School, through their Social Service League, have adopted eleven little ones, and provide a bottle of milk each day for some twelve delicate children. So many of these little ones are underfed that they easily fall a prey to tuberculosis which is alarmingly prevalent. The homes are often unfit for animals; they are leaking and broken, badly lit and ventilated, and when they are shut up to keep out the cold, disease spreads among the closely huddled sleepers. Let us hope that education will rouse the rising generation to improve conditions.

Staff of the School.

(Bottom) Instruction Class with Father Eric Benjamin.

very well. The children of one are now in the school. Numbers increased, and a schoolroom was built near the Novitiate. Now, that room barely accommodates the Infant Class of over sixty, of whom twenty-one are little boys. There, three devoted teachers work, one of whom has been teaching from the beginning.

When the new Loreto Novitiate was built at the Convent the ground floor of the old building, a corrugated iron structure, was given to St. Teresa's School for the middle forms — three big rooms.

But soon the upper floor with three more rooms had to be requisitioned to meet the increasing rollcall. In 1952 the question of having the status of the school raised to that of a High School was discussed. There is another High School for Nepali girls run by the Scottish Mission, but our apostolate seemed to require that we should do all we could to have our school recognised. The requirements are heavy, increasingly so; and the difficulty of providing a staff with the necessary qualifications is great. Education in these parts is still in its early stages, and people with higher qualifications are few. It is almost useless, as experience has proved, to bring Bengali teachers from Calcutta, no matter howr superior their qualifications. There is the language difficulty, and (what must sound incredible to Australians) the insurmountable racial problem.

CONVERSIONS

Pray that we may touch the minds and hearts of these Nepali people who would make most courageous Catholics. A great impetus was given to the spread of the Faith a few years ago by the conversion of a well-known and highly esteemed Nepali doctor and his whole family — not only his wife and children but his brothers and most of their children. This group-conversion has raised what might be called the social status of the Catholic community — a factor of some influence here.

I h e younger generation of this doctor's family have not only kept the Faith but have also received Religious vocations: One of the grand-nephews.

Brother Antony Namchu, is doing his Theology in the Papal Seminary, Kandy, Ceylon; his sister has joined the Medical Missionaries of Mary (Dr. Dengel's foundation) which is doing wonderful work in India. She hopes to be professed in the (Continued on Page 101) 100

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THE RETURN OF THE NATIVE: Tenzing Comes Home (As seen by an Indian girl of Darjeeling-)

PlllS®!!

As buses and taxis rushed past with a booting of horns, a long queue of people in Darjeeling looked out with searching eyes for the arrival of tbe hero: "the return of the Native". There were smartly dressed students of various schools and colleges of Darjeeling. Men were dressed in white and black; and women in bright-coloured saris gave a vivid splash of colour to the scene. Even beggars wore rags that were once dyed in vivid lines.

It was a rainy day. Pedestrians and coolies did not seem to mind the inconvenience of wet clothes; but the school children were disappointed at having to stand in the rain, with the drops from the next person's umbrella dripping down one's back with cold, clammy frequency.

All of a sudden, we saw the officers and policemen dressed in black, moving about like great black bees among the crowd to clear the way. The windows of the buildings were thrown open with a commanding clash, and "Silence, please. Tenzing is approaching", a loud authoritative voice called out. There was dead silence; not a soul spoke or stirred.

Then, a faint sound of music attracted our ears, and we eagerly observed a procession of all sorts of people approaching. In the midst of this crowd, tbere was a jeep on which Tenzing stood, with a group of stalwart men. He gave us a wide, impressive smile, and waved in a solemn and beautiful manner. Tenzing, who had conquered Everest, looked like any unassuming man. The plainess of his dress gave him the air of a simple man rather than a liero. A feeling of admiration grew in us towards him who had " . . . paced upon the mountains overhead And hid his face amid a crowd of stars."

Further up the roadside hovered a group of men who faithfully followed their fellow-townsman with black umbrellas held above their heads.

Then a group of small boys playing a band marched smartly by in the procession, which swept through

CARDINAL GRACIAS & TENSING AT LORETO, DARJEELING. (Inset): TENSING, the Mountaineer.

the town. Cheers rent the air as all waved and saluted the hero.

After the procession had passed, we headed back for school, proud to have seen one of the greatest heroes of the world, whose "One crowded hour of glorious lif<>. . . . must surely be worth an age without a name."

KAMILA BATHIJA, Senior Cambridge Loreto, Darjeeling.

(Continued from Page 100) Novitiate in Poona, shortly. Her younger brother also wishes to be a priest, but the parents are opposing him. Two other grand-nieces are on the staff* of St. Teresa s.

Prayers are needed for vocations among the Nepalis, for, unless we provide for the people from the people, progress will be very slow. The pioneer of vocations among the Nepalis is Father Eric Benjamin,* who was ordained in Kandy seven vears ago. His coming to Darjeeling has made a world of difference. He understands the people, speaks

their own tongue and is an outstanding example of devotion and self-sacrifice. Many of the new Canadian Jesuits have learnt the language and will be able to get into closer touch with the people.

Nepali-speakers among priests and religious are essential if we are to get to the hearts of the people and make them realise that the Catholic Faith is not something foreign, imposed from without, but that it is the One Fold of the One Shepherd.

M. A., Loreto Convent

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WINTER SCENE AT SIMLA ON A HILL NEAR THE CONVENT

A party of Nuns go to Vice-Regal Lodge where Nehru stays when he comes to Simla, and where all the Viceroys of India used to live in the summer months. A special permit had to be secured to enter the grounds. . . So, you see, both you and we are enjoying the Feast of Our Lady Help of Christians. You, in Australia, calling it Australia Day. I wonder if I am still an Australian. I think I am a nationalized Indian subject by now.

HOLIDAY IN SIMLA This afternoon we celebrate the feast by forming into groups for excursions. I am in a group that is going with sixteen of the senior girls for a very long walk, down, down, down to "The Glen". The going will be quite pleasant; the pull-up will be difficult. But The Glen will be worth everything It is a glorious spot, in the midst of a wide forest where birds and wild-flowers abound.

— M.A., I.B.V.M., Loreto, Simla, India.

25th May, 1955.

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THE H A U N T E D HOUSE

THE SINGING FROG

One evening as I was walking along a road.

I came to a peculiar house, which looked very much like a haunted house. T opened the gate and walked along the path. To my surprise T saw a head pop out of the window. Then T heard a noise which said. "Whoo - oo - oo - oo -ee." I started to shiver, vet I went in. The noise grew louder and louder until, it was near me. It clutched me, and put me into a dark, dark prison.

One day as 1 was walking through the woods, I heard a funny noise. 1 stopped and listened. It seemed to be coming from behind the blackberrv bush. I crept till I came to the bush, and there before my eyes stood a little swamp, and sitting there were three frogs. It was getting dark and I could not see verv well.

Then I took another look, and ten more frogs came, then more until there were about twenty.

They all stood up, and the bluebells growing beside the swamp began to ring and two frogs came walking down, one, I think was the Queen and the other the K ing. I hev sat down on the mushroom seats and all was quiet. Then music started and a frog came out and bowed to the King and Queen; to my surprise the frog sang a lullaby. For a while I thought I was dreaming but I was not. I was still sitting beside the blackberry bush.

After a while I saw a white sheet with long straight eyes. I heard a clanking noise. It sounded like chains. I had heard that ghosts had chains, but did not dream 1 would hear one. I thought I would try to escape. I crept out into the street and ran home to tell Mummy and Daddy. They did not believe me. Do you?

KAYLENE CUMMING (8), Brisbane.

CORALIE FOUNTAIN (11),

[We are sorry, but NO is the answer. Kaylene.— Ed.]

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BROOKFIELD

JANE Little girl with red-gold hair, Little girl without a care, Laughing, playing all day long Oft times drifting into song— Song the sweetest ever heard Though of quaintest time and word; Living in the make-believe, Quick to laughter, quick to grieve, Loving every c r e a t u r e small (so of course just loved by all).

Little maiden, very few Have the love we give to you.

You have crept into our arms.

Little c h a r m e r with your charms. « 0.1,5„_ Would that we could keep you there: Girlie of the red-gold hair.

Normanhurst.

— M.D.

We usually go to Brookfield for my birthday and for picnics. Brookfield is about five or six miles from Brisbane and is a well known pineapple growing district. It is very pretty with lots of bush, the brook, of course, and plenty of bird life. The pineapples are planted in straight rows 011 the sloping hills, and certainly look very tidy and interesting.

One day Mummy said, "Let's go to Brookfield."

We packed a few things and off we went. We arrived about four o'clock. We unpacked, at a lovely spot, and had afternoon tea. Daddy took my two brothers for a walk down the hillside, while I sat and had a talk with Mummv. The others called out to me to come with them, so after some coaxing I wrent.

We went for a walk along a track with a stream and found a spot to have a swim. I ran back to Mummy to tell her that we had found a lovely spot, and asked her to come down. Mummy said, "A.11 right, dear". 1 took her down and when she saw the spot she said, "It is really lovely, I do wish we'd brought our supper with us"".

We all enjoyed our swim, especially our one and half-year-old brother. The brook was running over the pebbles and the trees making arches across the water, with a soft grassy bank on our side, ideal for our next picnic. We packed and drove slowly home, through the hilly pineapple country, with the sun setting behind the straight planted rows of golden fruit.

MY PONY PRINCE My best friend is Prince, a Shetland pony.

He is twelve hands high and is a light grey. Dad brought him home on the feast of Our Lady of Fatima last year. When I am at home I look after him, cleaning his stable, feeding and brushing him. When I left for boarding school, I lent him to a friend and gave him full instructions as to the care of Prince while I was away. Sad to relate, 1 was unable to ride him in a gymkhana which was held the week after I returned to school.

On the first day I rode him bareback around the lawn at home he nearly threw me off. He playfully galloped away under some low holly trees which I saw just in time to avoid being swept off his back. One day, I was riding along when I passed an old deserted shack; suddenly two halfstarved dogs came rushing out. I could only hold Prince for a minute as I am not yet a skilled rider. I thought they might have wanted Prince for a meal so we galloped along the road in the direction which the pony chose.

I hung on, knowing that the dogs were barking at our feet. Soon, however, Prince swerved and I came off. Then the dogs stopped chasing us.

I had the impression that those impish dogs just wanted to see me fall off!

CATHERINE BROWN (9), Brisbane.

MY DOG I have a little flog.

As naughty as can he And though he chews my slippers He is very dear to me.

His ears are long and floppy.

His eyes are large and brown, He carries home the shopping When I take him down to town.

He is always up to mischief When left all by himself.

And if I am not careful Steals from the pantry shelf.

ANNE MARIE O'BRIEN (11 Years), Portland.

CREEPY CRAWLIES The Lizard

He chases all the cats When I am not around.

He barks at all the rats, And sends them underground.

"Are you a Witch or are you a Wizard?"

"Why surely you know I'm a little Bush Lizard."

"Tell me, Bush Lizard, then w h e r e is your tail?"

"Oh! My tail was cut off by t h e t h u n d e r and hail!"

1 love my little doggy And he is fond of me.

We both are very happy As happy as can be.

"Oh! Little Bush Lizard, you'll grow a new tail Instead of the one that you lose in the gale.

T h e n no one will think you're a Witch or a Wizard For you'll waggle your tail and they'll know you're a Lizard!"

LEXIE GRIFFITHS.

A. RE (12), Dawson Street.

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THE OLD GUM TREE

MY PONY "Aye she's a Bonny Lassie" You will hear the Scotsman say, And my pony is a Bonny Lassie And a very lively bay.

Ears pricked to greet me always In her b r o w n eyes a t r u s t f u l gaze Gentle as a kitten w h e n she plays "Bonny Lass" with appealing ways.

MARGARITA FREDERTCO (12).

OUT RIDING

SAMMY

—

1 am an old gum tree but I did once have my youth, and it was during that stage that an interesting adventure occurred. I was growing by the river hank and was learning to make music with my leaves when the wind caught my branches.

One day, when I was feeling sleepy, I must have dozed, because suddenly I heard the sound of footsteps. Rather sleepily, I saw a large number of black men running swiftly towards me. In their hands they carried many strange looking weapons.

First they went to all my friends and cut a tiny piece of bark out of each of them. This hark they seemed to examine closely then throw U down, shouting loudly and brandishing their weapons as though in disappointment.

Feeling rather frightened, I tried to let them know that I did not want them to cut my bark.

I he chief Blackfellow came up to me and. with a sharp knife, cut a small piece of bark from my right side. He said in a loud voice, "This one will do!

All the other natives surrounded me at once.

Faking their axes they began to cut a large piece of bark from my trunk. When they had enough they set to fashioning it into what seemed to me to he a kind of tub.

Later I raw them rowing down the river and heard them singing a strange song. The chief cried out. "This canoe is fit for dem white fellows' king!"

1 knew then that they had made my bark into a canoe and 1 felt proud to have been of use to them.

HELEN CLARKE (12 Years).

Portland.

FISH

THE MOON

One morning, as Sammy Fish was swimming in and out of the reeds in the clear waters of the River Murray, he suddenly spied a juicy, fat worm dangling in the water. "Ho! Ho!" he said. "Here is my dinner just waiting to be eaten."

He made a dive and had the worm in his mouth before he realized that it was attached to a fishing hook. He tried to swallow it but became more entangled as he wriggled and squirmed. Sammy felt himself being lifted up and up through the water. How the cruel fish hook hurt as it dug into his throat. "Help! Help!" he cried but no one heard.

Just then Elmer Eel came cruising into view.

Elmer saw that Sammy was in trouble and dashed to his rescue. "I shall save vou", he bravely cried as he hit through the fishing line with his sharp teeth. At last the line snapped and Sammy was f reed.

Elmer took Sammy to Doctor Cod. who removed the fish hook. Sammy thanked the doctor, paid his bill and swam home none the worse for his frightening experience. He made a firm resolution, though, to examine well any wormy objects which he might encounter in the future.

Each clear night the moon gets dressed, P u t t i n g on silver that is her best.

Then over the d a r k blue sky she rides.

Sending out rays f r o m all her sides.

And over the sleeping towns she walks And to the twinkling stars she talks.

While to the children mothers croon Sweet songs about the silver moon.

KATHLEEN CORDY (11), Portland.

DOWN THE TRACK Down the track w h e r e the white gum grows Down the track w h e r e no h u m a n goes, Down the over-grown track Stands an old forgotten shack.

It tells a tale of the pioneers.

It tells a tale of the long gone years, It tells a tale of the Gold Rush And fledglings in the bottle-brush.

An early settler once lived there 'Mongst kangaroo and native bear.

And it was such m a n as he That made Australia great and free.

WENDY WILSON (11).

Portland.

MARGARET HOLMES (12 Years), Portland.

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WRECKED ON AN UNKNOWN ISLAND

There was also a Popular Pet contest. Prince, the pony, won with six hundred and thirteen votes.

Freddie, a little yellow canary, came second with five hundred and ninety-seven votes, and Mickey, the snow-white rabbit, came third.

The small white yacht lay on the golden sand in the blazing sun, and my brother suggested that we go for a ride in it. So we started off through the rippling blue waters. We travelled very quickly and soon my brother said he would have to stop and anchor.

It was near nightfall and he went into the cabin to get the anchor. He told me to steer the boat.

It wras very dark, and I could hardly see. I could not see any rocks that might wreck us. My brother came out. Later his face became pale. "I've lost the anchor", he said solemnly as he appeared from the cabin. I stared at him very alarmingly. Suddenly. Crash! We had bit* a rock. My brother ran up on to the deck to see what had happened.

He had a look at the rocks we had struck; they were like a small island desolate and lonely. We got out and climbed on to the island. There was no sign of life on it. My brother looked around for a place to sleep, because he did not think anyone would rescue us that night, when suddenly a great plane flew overhead. Someone waved to us. It was daddy. He went back to the boat-shed and hired a boat, and came to rescue us. What a big welcome we gave him!

PATRICIA WRIGHT (11), Nedlands.

POETRY FROM NEDLANDS THE MISSING LINK Christmas is coming It's seven long years, And many's the time I'm reduced to tears.

You might think it small But it's not so at all For to smile 'Tis like showing a hole in the wall.

With Christmas comes pleasure P ' r a p s pain- but, forsooth.

The dentist will give me My little Front Tooth.

JULIANA HOWSON (13).

RANI TIERNAN (9), Brisbane.

MR. ROBIN REDBREAST One early m o r n i n g I woke to see, A robin sitting in a tree, His waistcoat sparkled as he sang; His clear voice through the forest rang.

[* We left this slip. It seemed to go well with the "alarming stare".—Ed.l

THE PET SHOW

"My n a m e is Robin Redbreast, I live in yonder tree; I have a little wife, whose n a m e is Robin Dee, We have t h r e e little children, called Pea, Me and See, And we all live together, as h a p p y as can be."

PATRICIA ADAM (10).

On Sunday. June 6th, the Convent grounds which are usually quiet and undisturbed, were a scene of activity. It was the day of the Pet Show.

From all directions people were coming with pets galore. Big pets, small pets, to be exact, there were every size and shape you could think of, from ponies to pumpkin eaters.

The Pet Show opened at 2.30. First of all came the event for the puppy with the shortest tail, followed by the contest for the best bred dog. Next came the class for the most unusual pet — two very lovable pets came a draw in this — one a baby kangaroo, whose name was Jo-Jo — aged six months.

The other was Peter, ihe Rabbit. This was a real little baby dressed as the Easter Bunny. He had a lovely snow white costume with a little bob-tail.

Peter is about eighteen months old.

AUTUMN A u t u m n leaves are falling, Gently, gently d o w n Orange, gold and russet Red and green and brown.

Time for h e a r t h fires burning, S u p p e r in the light, Then upstairs to bed and prayers, To d r e a m a w a y the night.

MAUREEN DONALDSON (11).

EVENING One evening a f t e r sunset I looked up in the sky I s a w the colour fading, The night was d a r k l y nigh.

Poor Rusty, the School dog, could not enter, as he has a great dislike of any other pet entering the Convent grounds. He could not understand why, when he spends so much time chasing strange animals away, everyone seemed to welcome them this day.

For the little children were pony rides given

by Prince, a lovely little black pony. Many sixpences were spent by the children who loved Prince.

The stars came peeping one by one, The moon was rising bright, The birds were resting in their nests And so began t h e night.

PHILLIPPA DALY SMITH

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(10).

L O R E T O O B I T U A R Y MARRYATVILLE:

KIRRIBILLI:

We mentioned in last year's magazine the death (on the 10th August, 19541 of Mother M. Kostka Barry at Marryatville, where she lived during the latter part of her long life. She was Superior in various houses; the last of these periods of office was at Normanhurst. In whatever house she was placed as Superior, she left memories of her wise guidance and motherly kindness. Her only sister, Miss Mary Ellen Barry, is well known in all our houses and we send her our affectionate and sympathetic thoughts. We rcmemher those long iournevs she took across Australia to be with her much-loved sister when Mother Kostka was stationed at Claremont, W.A.

The long and devoted life of Mother M. Conception Cullinan came to an end on the 14th December, 1954. Until her health failed with age a few years ago, she was a busy and devoted member of the Kirribilli Community. Normanhurst had also been blessed with her gentle and conscientious service; but the house that knew her best was Dawson Street. She was a member of the Cullinan family of Sale (Vic.), and all during her illness she was comforted by the long and interesting letters she received from her brother, William: they were the last years of a life-long correspondence. To all the members of her family we send our sympathy.

TOORAK:

The peaceful passing of Mother M. Pia Cody on the 14th June, 1954, was appropriate for her gentle and guileless soul. She was an example to all who lived with her, in her detachment, her spirit of poverty and of prayer. Her charity was of the kind described by St. Paul: "Charity is patient, is kind; charity feels no envy . . . but rejoices at the victory of truth . . . " For years her activities were curtailed by ill-health, though she was sacristan for many years at Normanhurst. In spite of restrictions she has left her good influence — one more proof, if such were needed, of the power that emanates from a religious whose will is lost in the Will of God. To her devoted sister. Miss Jo Codv, and her brothers (all of Melbourne) we send affectionate sympathy.

NORMANHURST:

After a long illness, lasting for several years, Mother M. Eucharia Strange went to her reward, rich in years and works, on the 15th September, 1954. Educated at Loreto, Fermoy, Ireland, she came to Australia in middle-age after spending some years as Mistress of Novices at Fermoy. On the voyage out her companion and friend was Mother M. Borgia O'Shaughnessy, who later obtained her request to be sent to the Mission in Kenya, where she died a few years ago. Mother Eucharia stayed on with us, teaching mostly at Mary's Mount. Many old girls are grateful to her for her artistic training and her example of dignified deportment and manners.

May our dear Sisters rest eternally in the peace of God's love.

THE LITURGICAL COMMENDATIO FOR A DEPARTING SOUL Go forth, O Christian soul, out of this world, in the Name of God the Father Almighty, Who created thee; in the Name of Jesus, the Son of the living God, Who suffered for thee; in the Name of the Holy Ghost, Who sanctified thee . . .

Have compassion, Lord, on her tears and admit her to the Sacrament of Thy reconciliation, who has no hope but in Thee, through Christ Our Lord . . .

I recommend thee dear sister (or brother) to Almighty God, and leave thee to His mercy, Whose creature thou art; that having paid the common debt, by surrendering thy soul, thou mayest return to thy Maker, Who formed thee out of the earth.

Let, therefore, the splendid company of Angels meet thy soul at its departure . . . Let Christ Jesus appear to thee with a mild and cheerful countenance, and give thee place with those who are to be in His presence forever . . .

We commend to Thee, O Lord, the soul of this Thy servant . . . for although she has sinned, she hath retained a true faith in Thee, Father, Son and Holy Ghost; she has had a zeal for Thy honour, and faithfully adored Thee, her God, and Creator of all things . . .

(The complete text of this comforting commcndatio used by the Church is to be found in the Loreto Manual.)

THE REWARD OF FIDELITY

Stop Press: News was received in August of the death of Mother Frances Raphael Gordon, of Na irobi. Her early religious life was spent in Portland and Albert Park.

/ am the Resurrection and the Life.

He that helieveth in Me, although he be dead, Shall live.

And everyone that liveth and helieveth in Me Shall not die forever.

(John I I : 25,26.)

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Crimond continued Goodness and mercy all my life, Shall surely follow me, And in God's house for evermore, My dwelling place shall be, REDEEMER CHRIST Antiphons

Redeemer Christ, the hope of man, 0 come and guide aright our minds and our wills.

Come, Lord, come, that all may live in You,

1,

0 Brilliant Son of Justice 0 come shed your light on those who live.

2,

Redeemer of all peoples 0 Come to save us all, dalay not Lord,

3,

Foretold by many prophets 0 Come show us the way that leads us home Lord, The whole world calls upon You, 0 come deliver us delay not Lord, 0 lord who guide your holy people 0 come redeem us all by your mighty power.

4, 5,

Ho,6

SERVICE

No.7 QUEEN OF LORETO Queen of Loreto, your mercy show, Smile on your children here below.

Humbly we ask aid in our need, Be to your children, a mother indeed.

Be to your children, a mother indeed.

:e are made for service, to care for all men, We are made for love to share with all men, A love that will live through sorrow and pain; a love that will give and give again,

Guard us from sin, false are its joys.

Bitter remorse all its pleasure destroys.

Mary, our shield, might is in you.

Unto your children, a rampart then be. Unto your children, a rampart then be.

God sent His Son to show us the way.

One who shared his love ev'ry minute of the day.

One who gave his life that we might live, and His Spirit to help us through the years.

Called by your name, placed in your Life can be so lonely, when nobody care, cares.

Our hope your glory; our strength Life can be so empty, when nobody your prayer. shares.

Searching in faith, be ever our guide, But if man gives himself to help other Show us Christ Jesus, your Son men, the happiness of Christ will live crucified. Show us Christ Jesus Your Son crucified. within.

As members of the Students Representative Council in 1977? we accept the responsibility given to us to build up and unify the school community.

We will take a personal interest in the needs of the students, and we will foster friendship and co-operation with the staff. v

!e will uphold the Christian beliefs to which this school is

dedicated, and we pray that God will send his Holy Spirit to guide us in this task and to enable us to contribute our gifts generously.

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I N D E X Frederico, M

104

Mosing, L

52

Gash, F

27

Nathan, M

51

71

Goodwin. B

54

Nicholson, S

55

27

Gurry, J

2i>

Noonan, B

33

Guthrie, V

41

Nowotny, E

17

Hartigan, J

1J

O'Brien, A. M

103

Healy, J

70

O'Hara

78

Parer. C

61

Paton

79

Petersen, L

60

Plant, E

68

Piggford, J

31

Quinn, B

62

Quin, J

87

Re, A

103

Rinloul, M

87

Roche, P

60

Ryan. F

31

Savenije, M

59

Sheehan, M

55

Shiels, K

35

Simmonds, J

79

Simmonds, P

1'

Strachan, K

-^>4

Adams, P

105

Allen, B

77

Bake well, A. M Barker, J Barrett, T Bathija, K.

60 (Darjeeling)

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Biddies, J

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Boardman, L

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Hcnnessy, J

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Booth. D. M

23

Hieks, L. J

86

Brown, C

103

Hill, J

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Brown, P

85

Hoare, D

27

Butler. M

16

Hogan, R

33

Calil, C

8

Holmes, M

104

Clancy, P

70

Howson, J

105

Clarke, H

104

Kelly, D

34

Clune, .1

78

Kempton, M

26

Cogan, H

77

Keogh. M

32

Cooper, S

61

Kincade, F

54

Cordv, K

104

Kincade, V

54

Cranfield, B

25

Knight, J

35

Cranston, S

78

Cummins;, K

102

Lambert, J

79

Cunningham, J

32

Lattanzi, G

62

Cunningham. S

5o

Leighton, S

<">2

Lewis, M

20

Daly Smith, P

105

Dennett. M

33

McAuliffe, M

55

Sullivan, M

86

Dobson, B

44

McCarter, M

31

Sykes, M

69

Donaldson, M

105

Macgroarty, P

31 53

53

40

McClelland, J

Taffe, E

Dunphy, .1

43

105

10

McSwiney, A

Tiemail, R

Dupuv, E

Tilbrook, S

19

Mason, C

19

Tursky, V

62

Markey, J

25

Elson-Green, M

34

Felton, P

72

Matthews, B

55

Walsh, A

85

Firth, M

20

Miller, K

71

Walsh, V

62

Foley, E

41

Miller, P

87

Whitehead, C

53

Fountain, C

102

Miller, R

31

Wilson, W

104

Fraser, J

24

Morrison, M

54

Wright, P

105

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Ring

FU 5131 ( 6 Lines)

for

Wherever

People

Gather

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Lustral products are a necessity.

They

give

that brighter, fresher, cleaner appearance and ensure tion.

better Next

sanita-

time

try

Lustral . . . it's Better.

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* Cleaners * Polishers ir Disinfectants * Deodorants * Insecticides * Liquid Toilet Soap for Every

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education is a grand investment You can rely on your college training to stand you in good stead and enable you to take the lead in your future life. Y o u can also rely on college clothing from Johnnies' — t h e Big Store—who are leaders in this field. In our Girls' College Wear Department on the First Floor, we specialise in tailored to measure college clothing and in addition carry a full range of finely tailored, long wearing school wear, all made from the very best of materials. So, when you're in need of new college clothing, call in at Johnnies. Our stocks i n c l u d e : — • Summer

and ivinter

tunics

•

Blouses

of all

•

Leisure

and sports

tunics

•

Summer

and winter

hats

•

College

Blazers

•

Ties,

monograms,

•

And all other

types

hat

bands

accessories.

JOHN MARTIN'S 100 RUNDLE STREET, ADELAIDE 124

A. E. SMITH & CO. PTY. LTD Violin Makers Repairers and E x p e r t s Diplomas of Honour awarded Arthur Edward Smith, Hague

Exposition,

1949, for Violin and Viola.

* Largest House in Australia dealing exclusively in Instruments of the Violin Family Finest Selection of Genuine Old and New Master Instruments in Stock.

SPECIAL A T T E N T I O N GIVEN T O STUDENTS' REQUIREMENTS

Agents for W. E, HILL & SONS' BOWS

9 - 1 1 H u n t e r St., S y d n e y BL 1812 125

LOR

EVERYONE

ETO

KNOWS

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IS T H E P L A C E T O OUTFIT F O R

Loreto Convents *

CLAREMONT

and

*

PTY.

LTD.

AHERN'S

NEDLANDS

HAY and MURRAY STS., PERTH, W. Australia

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The New Terrazzo Work in LORETO CONVENT, BRISBANE was carried out by

A N D R E W L. P E T R I E PTY. LTD. (Established 1840)

Monumental

Sculptors

AND

Terrazzo

Manufacturers

Cemetery Gates, Toowon BRISBANE 'Phones: U3844~U3969

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ROBIN DEBS for

the

Robin

carefree

teenager

Debs — teenagers'

choice

for

smart, comfortable shoes. Heels are flat for casual appearance, half high on shiny courts for more dressed-up occasions.

American

fractional fittings for a snug grip and ample toe room. Colours are gay and exciting.

"Kathy"

comes in black, benedictine, red, green, grey, 6 9 / 6 .

"Sally," in

black patent and red calf, 5 9 / 6 . " M a r e e , " in black patent, at 6 4 / 6 .

GIRLS' YOUTH

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CENTRE, 5ih FLOOR, ELIZABETH STREET

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STANLEY H. EDWARDS APPROVED WESTERN

AUSTRALIAN

TENNIS LAWN

PROFESSIONAL TENNIS

ASSOCIATION

Again selected Coach to all W.A. State Junior Squads, Individual School or Class Lessons all standards,

from

beginner

to

1954- , 55.

advanced

players.

Learn to play the correct way with expert professional coaching from . . .

STANLEY H. EDWARDS 247 Roberts St., Joondanna Hts. BJ 2660

BJ 2660

BJ 2660

R. V. H O I L E M.P.S., Ph.Ch. CHEMIST For all . . .

PHARMACEUTICAL REQUIREMENTS Cr. Sterling Highway and Merriwa Street NEDLANDS WM 2084 = 3 129

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M. K. C U L L E N CHILDREN'S WEAR SPECIALIST "Individuality" •

•

is given to your "Loreto" Requirements:

UNIFORMS, SPORTS FROCKS, BLAZERS, OVERALLS, HATS and HOSIERY.

Also COMMUNION and CONFIRMATION and VEILS at . . .

FROCKS

M. K. C U L L E N ' S 94 ADELAIDE STREET, BRISBANE (3 Doors from Albert Street)

'PHONE: B 9381.

Finest

QUALITY For more than half a century NORCO BUTTER has represented a standard of excellence.

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Confucius

say:

"Man without

smile on face should never keep

shop"

W e have been " k e e p i n g s h o p " for over 131 years.

A shop t h a t has been near to the hearts of A u s t r a l i a n s for m j n y generations. " A friendly s m i l e " is symbolic of an a t t i t u d e this Company has always displayed in every transaction w i t h its customers.

Courtesy t h a t welcomes friends and strangers a l i k e costs l i t t l e b u t it is the essence of e f f i c i e n c y , for those w i t h a courteous approach must need c u l t i v a t e a desire in others to return and meet again.

'Phone: B 0951 Box 2712, G.P.O.,

Such is the policy we have long cherished and one we will continue to foster.

Anthony Horderns' TRUTH

Sydney

IN

ADVERTISING

SYDNEY CENTRAL

For your next Grocery Order— 'Phone . . .

A. W. P E T E R S & S O N S 91-93 Walker Street North Sydney 'Phone: XB2141 131

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THE HAZEL MELDRUM SCHOOL OF DANCING Producer Ballet Mistress, J. C. Williamson Theatres Ltd. at the

Dispensary Hall, Eustace Street Ma n l y 100% Pass in all Grade Examination of the Royal Academy of Dancing, London, four years in succession.

'PHONE: XU 2746 Junior

SUPPLIERS

Ballet

Class at Loreto

Convent,

IN

MELBOURNE

for

Normanhurst.

i

GIRLS

\

SCHOOL

OUTFITS

1 9 5 5

18 5 5

44 T

A D T T LO R E T OA 5 ?

BLAZERS CONFIRMATION FROCKS • BLOUSES

• TUNICS (Winter & Summer) • TENNIS FROCKS, Etc • HATS Girls' Schoolwear Dept. is on the 2nd Floor

BALL & WELCH LTD.

Always

180-192 FLINDERS ST., MELBOURNE. 132

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Shop under the one roof at . . .

BOANS OF

PERTH

For all your . . .

Personal and Household Needs

USE

ONLY

DAVIES

BREAD

Sliced

Wrapped

PROCERA

and

HEALTH

R allarat 'PHONE: 643.

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'PHONES: Order Dept.:

Office:

M A 3163

M A 7188

Cable and Telegrams: "PARDYPROV," SYDNEY.

PARDY

PROVIDORES

Wholesale FRUIT and VEGETABLE Merchants 41 LACKEY STREET, SYDNEY Suppliers

to Hospitals, Canteens, Hotels, Restaurants, Hostels, Colleges & Convents.

Contractors to R.A.N., Army and Air Force.

Let us help you with your Providoring problems.

Enquiries welcome.

Our Representative will be pleased to call.

EFFICIENT

SERVICE

AND DELIVERY

DAILY.

Masters in the presentation of . . .

FINE

PRINTING

SERVICE PRINTING CO. PTY. LTD.

971-973 HAY STREET, PERTH TELEPHONE: BA 9931 General Manager: A. D.

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F R A N C E S SCULLY S C H O O L O F DANCING PRIVATE LESSONS AND CLASSES IN

MODERN BALLROOM DANCING Convents

and Colleges

Visited.

Debutantes

Trained.

Enquiries: TESS SCULLY, 4th Floor, Palings Bldgs.

ASH STREET, SYDNEY - BL3316

BANKING An

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•

•

Attractive

Career

for

Girls

I f you are looking for an interesting and well-paid position, why not consider what the Commonwealth Bank of Australia can give you?

; '-A — - - ^

\

The Bank offers girls a variety of positions in the fields of stenography, accounting machining, typing and clerical work with real opportunities for advancement. No previous experience is necessary.

Conditions of service include good pay with annual salary increments, superannuation, three weeks' annual leave, long-service leave, Health Society benefits and excellent amenities.

Apply in person at the Staff Department, 3rd Floor, Commonwealth Bank, cnr. Martin Place and Pitt Street, Sydney, or to the Manager of any Branch of the Bank.

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tlje Jtetf Sunday

Missal

" / P r a y the Mass" is the most Complete Sunday Missal to-day.

Printed throughout in Red and Black in Large, Easy-to-read type.

340/05 Black leatherette, full cover design. Embossing on backbone, red edges

4/6

'i f v- Alii:

340/15 Black Durotex, flexible, gold stamping on cover, red edges 6/6 340/00 Black linen cloth, red edges, title on backbone. Gold stamping on cover 10/340/02 White or black simulated leather. Gold edges, f r o n t cover stamped in gold. Silk bookmark 14/340/13 Black, genuine leather, Seal grain. F r o n t cover stamped in gold, red and gold edges, silk bookmark 21/440/84 DeLuxe edition, black genuine leather, Morocco grain, gilt tooling inside f r o n t and back covers. Gold stamped Moire

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440/44 Levant Grain leather, zipper binding red under gold edges 49/440/90 DeLuxe edition, solid simulated Tortoise-shell covers, gold stamped Cross on f r o n t , gold edges, tasselled bookmark, in beautiful gold and white g i f t box 88/'7 Pray the Mass" is available in many other bindings and at various prices.

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THE AUSTRALIAN CATHOLIC

E. J .

STORE

DWYER

711 and 645 George St., Sydney. Tel.: BA 4836 A N D A T BRISBANE A N D M E L B O U R N E

BALLARAT MODERN DAIRY Pty. Ltd. (Incorporating Ballarat Star Dairies)

Pasteurised Dairy Milk Supply

. . . Wholesale and Retail

MODERN MILK BARS . . . ALL MILK PASTEURISED. OFFICE AND FACTORY:

817 Sturt Street - - - Ballarat 'PHONE: Ballarat 1194.

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For all your SPORTING REQUIREMENTS - - Call or Ring . . .

Melbourne's School Specialists —

LINDSAY HASSETT SPORTS

STORE

52 Swanston Street — Melbourne SNOWS BASEMENT

CENT. 1600; 4 3 4 0

WALKERS 0 F PORTLAND VICTORIA (By appointment to Loreto Community)

* For SHOES of QUALI FY Manager: F. VIVIAN.

'PHONE: 212.

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EWINS

»

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•

•

BALLARAT

FOR . . .

Stationery, Fountain Pens, Educational & General Books, Souvenirs, Cards of all Descriptions ALL CORRESPONDENCE

COURTEOUSLY

ANSWERED

J. EWINS & SONS PTY. LTD. I l l STURT STREET, BALLARAT, Victoria

Character in modern eye-wear Wear

glasses

to

harmonise

with

your

personality,

accurately

dis-

pensed

to a doctor s

prescription.

REPAIRS — Prompt service, moderate cost.

Optical Prescriptions Spectacle Makers LIMITED

176-178 King Street, Sydney

235 Maequarie Street 'Phones: BW 5531

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(3 lines)

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W. W. A S H L E Y Ph.C., M.P.S.

Pharmaceutical PRESCRIPTIONS

Chemist DISPENSED.

COSMETICS and TOILETRIES by Revlon, Coty, Yardley, Morny, Chanel, Lournay, Max Factor.

CAMERAS

FILMS

319 Sturt Street, Ballarat

GOLDEN

PROJECTORS.

- - - 'Phone 130

CRUST

BREAD is

GOOD

...

BREAD

69 SUTHERLAND ROAD, ARMADALE TELEPHONE: UY 3156

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Make

your

a show-plctce

home with

Cuclone G A R D E N GATES A N D FENCES To show off the full charm of a home and garden of which you are proud, you need a "Cyclone" garden fence and gate.

The open design of a "Cyclone" garden fence blends with the surroundings, reveals the beauty of the garden, gives full access of sun and air to the borders.

"Cyclone" garden fences and gates are permanently strong yet attractively priced — an investment t h a t costs little and gives satisfactory returns for a lifetime . . .

See your local "Cyclone" distributor for supplies — or let "Cyclone" erect your fence — the cost is most moderate.

C Y C L O N E C O M P A N Y OF A U S T R A L I A LTD., B R O W N ST., EAST PERTH.

Phone: BF 1454

EL J. SYMONS PTY. LTD. Wholesale and Retail Butchers 1015 Macarthur Street Ballarat (Established 1 8 5 6 )

COOKED MEATS and SMALL GOODS A SPECIALTY FOR QUALITY

. . . RING 282

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JOHN WOODS & Co. Pty. Ltd. Importers, Wine and Spirit & General Merchants DISTRIBUTORS

OF . . .

" Sevenhills" Purest Altar Wine (Sweet and Dry) These Wines are grown and matured by the Jesuit Fathers at Sevenhills, South Australia, and come direct to us from the vineyard.

All inquiries

will receive our closest attention.

388-390 SUSSEX STREET, SYDNEY TELEPHONES: BA 2565 ( 3 Lines)

WOODMASON'S Melrose DAIRY Proprietors: ASSOCIATED DAIRIES LTD. Registered Office: 1438 HIGH STREET, S.E.6.

1133 MALVERN ROAD --- MALVERN, S.E.4 MELBOURNE 'PHONES: BY 1313; BY 1314 Purveyors

of High-Grade

Milk from

Tuberculin-Tested

Government

Supervision.

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Herds,

under

Iron your clothes without . . . . use a

dampening

!

HOOVER Steam and Dry Iron HOW THE HOOVER STEAM IRON WORKS Steam it f o r m e d by water d r i p p i n g through f r o m th« tank onto the h«t interior of the iron, one d r o p at • time Grooves In the t o l e - p l a t e of the iron are a r r a n g e d to d i i t r i b u t e the steam evenly With the Hoover Iron, heat and moisture—not weight—do the job Th a t'» whi H o o v e r ironina ia It it to mucl easier than the way you f r o * now.

It's the greatest labour-saver since the washing machine — because it uses STEAM, it saves you the hardest part of the job.

Steam takes the wrinkles out of your clothes — that's why you sprinkle them — or use a damp cloth. As you iron, steam is gently fed into the fabric, damping it f a r more evenly and thoroughly than you could by hand.

The Hoover is a two-in-one iron—you switch from steam to dry and back again at the flick of a switch. It's the lightest, easiest iron you've ever used, there's an automatic control to give you exactly the right temperature for every type of fabric.

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HARMAN BROS. CATHOLIC EMPORIUM 124 GAWLER PLACE, ADELAIDE 314 STURT STREET, BALLARAT A Comprehensive range of Goods always available C H U R C H PLATE of Excellent M I S S I O N SUPPLIERS

Devotional Quality

THE HOUSE FOR H O L Y CARDS M A I L ORDERS p r o m p t l y a t t e n d e d

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to

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(he REINFORCED School, Case / H W

Built to stand the rough and tumble . . . and it wears so well t h a t it costs less in the long run.

Glossy, grained Globite fibre is weather, scratch and stain proof.

Easily packed, easy to carry, a smart Globite School Case is better for books and accessories.

Sizes 16in., 18in.

Globite

OBTAINABLE AT LEADING STORES.

MADE BY FORD SHERINGTON LIMITED (Wholesale only).

R O N A L D J. K E R Quality Butcher 91 Shenton R<L Swanbourne, W.A. 'Phone: F2391 I will try to please you, because I want your patronage.

Every endeavour will be made to give you Best QUALITY, VALUE and ATTENTION. 143

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LINGUAPHONE For . . .

LANGUAGES Thirty-two Languages can be Learned by Linguaphone An illustrated

booklet describing the Linguaphone free on request, to . . .

method

is

available,

LINGUAPHONE INSTITUTE, PTY. LTD. Fleming Place, Off 359 Little Collins Street Melbourne, C.l.

W h o l l y Set U p and Printed by ST. V I N C E N T ' S B O Y S ' H O M E , W E S T M E A D , New South Wales

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