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“Adieu, et Merci Beaucoup”
We are leaving school this year. We say we are pleased about it,
for such a phrase comes easily; but our pleasure is tinged with sadness—
“Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise;
We love the play-place of our early days.”
We did some work, too, but we prefer to forget that ! School has
rarely, for us, been a “place of misery.” We’ve had our * ups and
downs,” of course, as who hasn’t at school, but the “ups” were more
numerous, and the “downs” have been forgotten.
Intermediate was one prolonged lark, and school a necessary evil,
but after we graduated, through Scholarship (gosh, wasn’t it awful!),
to High School, there came to us gradually an awareness of the whole
meaning of school, though teachers may find this hard to believe. We
grew to feel that school was a second home, and one we were fond of, at
that. So now, as members of the High School for four years, we can
look back on sixteen inter-school and eight inter-House competitions, and
one change of uniform, all of which have helped to give us an even
greater feeling of pride in our school, so that we feel that no punishment
can be too severe for anyone who lets it down. We felt the thrill of
representing Wynnum High in swimming carnivals (and even, occasion
ally, coming somewhere). We have taken part in several activities in
which we would like to see more people take part—life-saving and
debating, for example.
~ Don’t think that we feel morbid at leaving school, because we
don’t. Amongst the hopes for our futures, we feel only twinges of regret
at our departure, and deep gratitude at having such happy memories
of school days to take with us.
Thank you, Wynnum High.
GLENICE MARTIN & MARGARET KERR.

Spare the “Rod" and Spoil the Child
Teachers in America don’t seem to be getting a fair go. One
mayor has forbidden the use of policemen’s batons to restore order
among children in New York schools, and a magistrate criticising the
ban on batons adds, “It shouldn’t be necessary for teachers to carry
pistols in their class rooms.”
It’s all right for the teacher seated behind his machine-gun nest
with sandbags all around him, but it’s definitely unsporting. Each
student should be allowed to carry a .41 colt in a shoulder-holster. These
would be used only in self-defence or in moments of extreme exaspera
tion. I would like to suggest an open season for teachers during the
holidays. Apart from all that, consider the added incentive a boy
would have to learn and learn fast.
"Jones,” says the teacher, squinting over his machine-gun sights,
"who was the first President of Argentina?”
“Shucks!” says Jones.
“Wrong. Have another go.”
“Aw, pipe down.”
“Cut that out ! I’ve got you covered, Jones!”
Oh, yeah?” says a voice from the back row, "I’ve had a bead on you
for the last five minutes. Now you tell us who this guy from Argentina
was.”
“Hm ! Okay. Okay. You got the drop on me. It was Signor
D’ Alvarez.