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NEW ZEALAND PLAYERS FOOLISH HOPES
EXAM RESULTS
A F E WINTER AT S.B.H.S.
A VISIT TO THE WHARVES
Twenty-three
On Thursday, the New Zealand Players came to Southland Boys High School. The show began at
It is half-past one, the game has started,
approximately two o'clo. k. '-- ..
The rst item was How to Make a Play . The acting in this sketch was very good and the actors adapted themselves to the part very well. They had little scenery and this, I think, made them act better, so you could get some idea of what was happening. They said that imagination plays a great part and I
And from many parents their sons have parted To play the game which they most adore, And in this game they hope to score.
think this is what makes plays.
Of being the rst team in that grade
The econd play was, I thought, the best and was entitled I Remember Mama . It told the story of a young girl who wanted to be a writer and to start she began to write about her family. They used the stage well, half for the study and the other half for the kitchen. Here again there was little scenery, but they acted their parts well to let you know what was happening. One man acted two parts in this play. He played the part of the eldest boy and the boarder. The girl acted the part of the mother and adapted herself ver well to the sad and hap_py scenes.
They thought at rst they had had it made, And now next season if they settle down They might be lucky to take the crown.
The third extract was "The Secret Life of Walter Mitty", It was also good but could ha 'e been _a lit_tle longer.Little scenery used very well agam, with 1magm­ ary ship's controls and an imaginary storm. The part where the boy and girl were in the car was ated very well. It was a cold morning and the car wouldn t start.
The rst person to notice the re was Jansen, the old night-watchman. It was about eleven o'clock and Jansen had just nished his cup_ of co ee when he thought he could smell smoke. He looked out of the window of his little hut and was just in time to see the front of the new Acme Chemicals Limited warehouse burst into a sheet of Ha e.
The last play was a thriller, "The Parson's Bride".
A thousand re engines couldn't have stopped that blaze and now all there is left to remind us of the ware­ house is a smouldering two-acre section.
The villain acted his part well and so did the young girl whom the parson was going to marry. All in all,
Looking at the pile of black rubble, I feel nothing but despair and a tight sensation in my throat. In the early morning light the whole scene looks unbelievably dismal. Years of dreaming, months of planning and weeks of building have suddenly collapsed before me.
it was an enjoyable afternoon.
-B.J.W., 3B2
The Rector came down like a wolf on the fold,
A cane he did brandish, a text-book did hold;
The frown on his brow it was frightning to see,
And swiftly bore down on 5 Latin and me.
The text-books were opened, the pencils they Hew,
As into the classroom a cold draught he drew.
The papers were marked! The results we'd soon know: The silence dragged on, apprehension did grow.
The thin ngers of purple-coloured smoke winding their way slowly to the sky seem to send shivers up my spine as I realise that this isn't a nightmare: this is reality, I'm ruined. Every penny I had, and plenty that I didn't have, went into the building and lling of that warehouse
It's shocking! Disgraceful! It just cannot last!
I turn and walk slowly home. Before me the sun is rising, a huge, orange ball of re. My footsteps echo in the empty street behind me and I keep wanting to turn around, but I know if I see that empty section I'll break down, so I just keep walking forward. In a few hours the world will know that I haven't a penny to my name, and nobody will raise a nger to help me.
5 Latin, we shivered and shook neath the blast.
The windows they rattled, the door it did slam As slashed at, exposed, was our pitiful sham.
-A.W.T., SR
The air outside is damp and foggy,
And all the elds are wet and boggy,
The prefabs are under feet of water,
Submerged amongst the ponds in this dismal quarter. The ves courts are surrounded by a perpetual lake And the boys can't even wade to the gate.
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One day while on my vacation in England I decided to see the famous London Docks on the River Thames. As I walked down through the dark little streets I could see in front of me the towering spectacle of Tower Bridge. Perhaps fteen minutes later I was standing
All round me great derricks creaked and swayed as they unloaded cargo and merchandise o ships. Cockney stevedores laughed and exchanged jokes almost continu­ ally. Small tug-boats shepherded great liners down the
under the towers of the great bridge itself.
But the rest of theSchool is submerged to the cisterns. The poor old School's sprung several leaks,
And we've got to make do for many more weeks. The caretaker is Hat out with mop and broom,
Thames to the open sea. Rusty little colliers smoked and swayed to and fro at their moorings as the sacks of coal were lifted from their grimy holds. Seagulls wheeled and dived to pick up scraps of garbage thrown over­ board.
And on the top oor the water has converged; Even the old library is gradually subsiding,
In no time at all I had spent three hours looking around. It was time I hiked back to my hotel for lunch.
And the Rector has despaired of wringing his hands. The School in its heyday was a thing to admire, But now all that remains are the walls and a spire.
-L.H.B., 5A,
With apologies toByron
G.G.H., 3C
-S.D.L., VA
The nal whistle, it is the end:
They did not know thatSchool would send Such a fast and skilful rugby team;
And now they have forgotten that dream.
Now this is a mistake every team should mend:
The game is not over unt the end.
J.F., 5A
The new rugby eld has a good drainage system,
And many a master is con ned to his room.
The bottom oor has long been submerged,
While oodwaters are continually rising.
Six months later only the bare shell stands