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           three Wentworth girls in the School "A” team we stand a good chance
          of doing well.
              It appears that Lilley has won the Inter-House Cricket,, having
          narrowly beaten the other Houses. Alan Gray captained our team very
          well just as he does the school “A” team.
              Our thanks go to our House teachers, Miss Pigram, Miss Cribb, Mr.
          O’Mara, Mr. Christensen and the others who have organised our teams
          so well.
              All members of the House have co-operated exceedingly well in the
          organising of teams for which we are very thankful. We wish to
          extend our congratulations to all those mentioned above and to all others
          who have so unselfishly done their bit.
              Congratulations, too, to the outstanding members of the other
          Houses and may there be the same keen and sporting competition in
          the future. Thank you.


                             The Unbroken Steed
                     He stands on the lofty hilltop,
                     His mane playing round in the breeze—
                     And he goes to the running river
                     And drinks ’neath the shade of the trees.
                     A man rides along on a pony,
                     And rides past the unbroken steed—
                     Three stockmen appear from the shadows
                     And drink from the rippling stream.
                     With a whinny and the clatter of flying hooves,
                     The steed gallops on and away;
                     With the speeding horsemen behind him
                     He gallops along with a neigh.
                     He is now lost from view ’mongst the wattles,
                     And the horsemen give up the chase;
                     They will never catch that black stallion—
                     The one with the white blaze face.
                                                        T. HOLLOWAY,
                                                                 Form 2C.


                                     Beauty
                  A sky, with clouds angry red on the horizon.
                  Ruddy bars of sunlight thrown through shifting leaves,
                  Weaving a pattern on an old brick wall :
                  A tree with broad, dark, green leaves,
                  Knotted, uncouth trunk, and gnarled roots,
                  Petrified knots of sea snakes :
                  A windy day, blue sky untouched by white.
                  Grasses rustling, leaves flying, hawks soaring.
                  An airliner at night; Whining through the stillness,
                  Cold, frosty, scintillating stars, blocked by its form;
                  Rainy days with steel wool mounting masses.
                  Beauty is everywhere !
                                                     DAVID YOUNG,
                                                                 Form VI.
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