December 1932 - Southgate County School

Southgate County School Magazine 37
by two matches to one. The School was very disappointed that
the Rose Bowl was not retrieved, but it is to be hoped that next
year's team will bring it back to Southgate County School, when
it will be even better appreciated for its absence of two years.
House Match results.—Whites, 1st; Blues, 2nd; Reds, 3rd;
Greens, 4th.
Results of Tournaments played during term:—Singles :
Lower V., Olive Stone. Doubles : Forms 4, Vera Leech and
Violet Stockton. Doubles : Forms 3, Joan Holding and Vera
Lawson.
The School Championship and tennis racquet, presented by
the parent of a former student, were won by Violet Stockton.
The runner-up, Eileen Flowers, received half-a-dozen tennis balls.
This year a party of nine girls accompanied by Miss Simmonds,
went to Wimbledon. They were fortunate in securing a
very good position overlooking Court 1, and saw among other
players, E. Vines, Helen Wills Moody, Betty Nuthall, P. D. B.
Spence and Kathleen Stammers. It is to be hoped that such a
visit to Wimbledon will become a yearly event, and that the
example set by these players will inspire the School to better
efforts in the future.
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NOTES AND QUOTES. "THE HARVEST OF A
QUIET EYE"
APROPOS " THE GONDOLIERS," MARCH, 1932.
The Verdict.—This is our masterpiece; we cannot think to go
beyond this. (Ben Jonson. "Volpone.")
The Duchess of Plaza-Toro.—Hath not my gait in it the measure
of the court? ("Winter's Tale.")
The Duke of Plaza-Toro.—Beshrew me; he clowns it properly
indeed. (B. Jonson, "Everyman in his Humour.")
Don Alhambra.—I call him Crichton for he seemed all perfect,
finished to the finger nails. (Tennyson. "Edwin Morris.")
Audience.—Their faces wore a rapt expression, as if sweet music
were in the air around them. (Hawthorne. "Hall of Fantasy.")
Gondolieri.—Song men all and very good ones. ("Winter's Tale.")
Casilda.—I am sublimed : gross earth, support me not: I walk on
air. (Massinger. "City Madam.")
The Producer (Mr. Kn-wl-s).—The difficulties of his task had
been almost insuperable, and his performance seemed to me a
real feat of magic. (Henry James. "Transatlantic Sketches.")
Verse Speaking Choir.—Few in millions can speak like us.
(Tempest.}
Kr-g-r. 6 a.—The complete amateur astronomer.
Twinkle, twinkle, 'little star
I don't wonder what you are,
What you are I know quite well,
And your component parts can tell.