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The Master (Magister Severus) THE DAWN ... THE DAY The Woman Teacher (Pupa Viva)
The Rector (Magister Bossus Maximus et Superbus)
The Prefect (Monitor Horribilis et Savagus)
The Cane (Ferrula Malacca)
Life History.-The Master begins life at S.B.H.S. young, energetic. Soon, however, a change occurs, marked by a change in cranial hair-colour to grey. The probable reason for this is connected with " Puer South­ landiae", Soon he becomes the Magister Antiquus, and, if lucky, goes into a state of hibernation known as " retirement".
Habits.-Diurnal and nocturnal habits are similar to those of the Boy. (All evidence to the contrary is usually rumour.) The Master has a day lair, where he teaches the "Boy". (What he teaches varies greatly.)
Plumage.-Great variation, but basically a quietly coloured body covering. Changes in plumage are fre­ quent, often to he boy's delight. (Note: There are some very odd variations in footwear.)
Calls.-Quiet. Break it down! Get outside, etc., etc. (Boo!)
Life History.-A short life in S.B.H.S., marked with con ict with the Boy (who is heard to emit a high­ pitched call on her appearance).
Habits.-Interesting.
Plumage.-Beautiful-bright, owing-and changing. Calls.-As for "Magister Severus" but with higher
pitch.
This mighty beast is king of the region. There is only one.
Life History.-This creature began life as a common "Maqister Severus" but later underwent a change to the Rector Status. (It may be assumed he sometimes wishes he hadn't.)
Habits.-The Rector lurks most of the day in a private lair, venturing forth to-
(1) preside over a fantastic daily gathering of the
(2) survey his domain;
(3) retreat to his nocturnal lair. Plumage.-A sombre, Bowing black.
Calls.-"I take a dim view", "I take exception to the fact".
Life History.-There must be a reason for this creature's existence, but it is di cult to nd what it is. This creature is a mutation of "Puer Vir ", and al­ thouqh his life is short, others spring up in his place.
Habits.-The savage beast lurks in an evil-smelling lair with others of his kind. from whence he sallies forth ot persecute the noble "Puer Sauthlandiae".
Plumage.-As for "Puer Southlandie" hut with a white spot on the chest.
Calk-"School stand", "These boys report to Room 3".
(Not a stem of Homo Sapiens but of a tree.) (Note the pun.)
Life.-This creature rises from a black lagoon in Malaysia and is trained by the master to savage boys. Habits.-The creature lurks in a side crevice of the master's lair, often emerging to the horror (or delight)
of the boys.
Call.-Swish! Whack! -P.J.C., 4A
1. In the morning
S.B.H.S.;
3. Sometimes I can hide for a while In a melody
(The smell of smoke and the
Detached murmur of early tra c
In the city)
It is there more strongly
And people,
Washed, breakfasted, biking, breath hanging Grey
In the brackish air
Until it dissipates into patterns-a grey Geometry.
(The pavements are very hard in the mo ing.) Today-perhaps it is the last time for biking­ you always feel better after smoko
And we have the week-ends,
The beer, and
Sleep.
It goes hard for the young ones, of course, But they'll have to et used to it-like us.
Where the opossum smells at cast-out cans. Mulled reminders mumble from the river Unseen, in the gully
Relenting greys to greens,
2. The assertive morning
Dark green stretching, self-satis ed and summoning The sun.
Heavy boots Bick the light wet grass,
The opposite valley wall raises on toes to fullest height.
Cannot keep out the blue, the white
Sparkle.
When I get back
I will take o my boots and listen to the radio And lie in my soft bed
In the lap,
The galaxies of gifts from those who went before And try to escape
The morning.
And then I stroke my chin and feel the stubble. Must hurry
Yes, now
Quickly.
-In the valley I put my beer cans in the stream And threw rocks at them-
The dark comes, and I sigh for relief
(There is no need to shelter in the dark). Now I see the walls
Hollow and black like sightless eyes Non-existent.
The footpaths gleam in crystalline
Flashes
Go behind glass doors-the heat of bodies
The room, shaded, full,
Split
By sharp cuts
Of light and a scream of fear
Or de ance
And the rhythmic thudding which entered my blood: Movement all around, in sympathy.
There are plenty of women for the asking
/Make no promises)
And tomorrow we shall have another Protest-there should be
A good feeling-there will be plenty of songs and beer. I could almost feel
But the morning comes through my curtains, The Dawn, the Day.
Twenty- cve,i
Comfortable.