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That he was once mistaken for a petrol bowser of the same name is
NOT TRUE.
Next comes our starry-eyed god, Murry “Orion” Cooper (Cooperal
Corper), who is also a hunter, and who, according to the myth, chases
young women who play hard to get. Somebody has to play the role
of the villain, so David “Pluto” Young, god of the underworld, is given
that part. The legend tells us that he is enveloped in a cloud of fire
and smoke, and lives on a diet of pomegranate seeds. Then there is
our musical god, hit-parade fan, Don “Pan” Hay. Rather keen on
dancing, he trips around on his light fantastic feet with nymphs and
other fairy-footed folk.
Denis “Vulcan” Whitty is our metal working god. He allegedly
works in an ironmongery on Saturday mornings, selling saucepans and
other useful commodities. Next on the list is David “Apollo” Ingram.
god of light and heat who radiates beams of happiness (most notice
able when he leers at terrified batsmen from behind the wickets). He
is also the god of prophecy who once had some crazy, mixed-up idea
about the Australians winning a test match series. As if one of them
were not enough, we come to twin-brother John “Mercury” Ingram.
Though there is no real connection with the mythical messenger, he
does display a supersonic speed between wickets when scoring runs at
cricket.
A highly unsuitable name for the son of a minister is “Mars,” alias
Glynn Edwards, god of war. However, with terrifying force and un
daunted courage he acts the part when playing “hooker” in the School’s
number one Rugby team. Next, and this one is singularly appropriate,
is Alan “Cupid” Evans, our little god of love. He has earned this name
for obvious reasons, although as yet, he has brought only two people
into each other's lives. Cyril “Helios” Mitchell, the sun god, is seen
to appear over the eastern horizon of a morning, from the direction of
Lota mudflats, driving a fiercy chariot. (Some of you first form tinies
who thought it was Father Christmas are going to be sadly
disillusioned).
Peter “Aeolus” Monks is the god of the winds. He will tell you
that this is because he runs a 440 yards race like a south-wester,
sprints a 220 yards like a westerly, and goes like a hurricane over a
100 yards. His class members are at liberty to interpret a different
meaning. Almost last again, comes Jim ‘Somnus” Gray. It is a moot
point as to whether he actually snores during English lessons or not.
He certainly made up for the non-snorers in the sergeants’ tent at the
Greenbank Camp.
And so we come to the form captain or head god, Stuart “Jupiter”
Napier, who is one of the few who can pronounce his own language
properly; the others speak a tongue which is Greek to him. (You would
never guess who wrote this). He is a very much sworn by (at?) god,
who nevertheless rules supreme in mighty Olympus.
BY JOVE !

Dawn
Pale blue sky, almost white,
Clouds hang in blue-black battlements
On the horizon, solid as mortar, edged with gold.
Birds cry, harsh melody of new roused day.
Then heaves the sun above the cloud bank;
Now it is a fairy, diaphanous vapour,
Castles of near nothing, beautiful
Beyond reckoning. Day is here.
DAVID YOUNG,
Form VI.