WBHS_School_Magazine_1966 LR 01

HEY
LISTEN!
Spirit of Learning, hear, I pray,
A scholar's humble plea today,
Asking the things we pupils must
To get a J.C. pass - or bust!
From perils of tbe Euclidian eye,
(Things squared are seldom phi)
From Latin verbs of ancient Rome
And Voortrekker routes so far from home,
From dreaded reams of Science data,
From Shakespeare's verse to Brooke, and later;
If you can, with little fuss,
Spirit of Learning, deliver us.
Get with the A's and mind the D's,
And Kindly Spirit, I ask you, please,
To keep my average .in the E's.
A DREAM?
G. J. DAVIS, 8b.
It felt as if I had been tossing and turning all
night. I roll.ed over, sweating, and stared into the
inky blackness. Suddenly I started! I could
faintly see the white outlines of a shrouded figure.
The image grew stronger and I could make out
the figure of a tall old man, with a gaunt face,
thin lips and morose eyes. I was fascinated by
his decaying, brown-stained teeth. My mouth
must have been hanging open, for in a deep, slow
voice, he said, "Don't be frightened. You and I
are going to become good friends." At first I
thought he had put unnecessary emphasis 00 the
word "friends", but passed it off as, grinning
almost slyly, he shuffled forward and sat on my
bed.
"All of us," he began, "who were evil men in
life are, after death, designated one of your kind.
You have been given every chance and have been
found to be," bis voice rose slightly, "one of the
most despicable mortals who inhabit this earth.
Wherever you go, I will. be not far behind you".
"You mean you are a ghost?" I quavered.
"Oh, yes, hadn't you guessed?" he said cheerfully,
and added more slowly, "Whenever you
experience an emotion which is out of the ordinary,
you will hear my laugh and see my smile,
and you shall fear!"
Just as a scream started in my throat, his image
began to fade and I slipped into blessed oblivion.
When I awoke, the first rays of sunlight were
stealing across the sky. I arose shakily and flung
open the curtains. I remembered the previou
night and shuddered. It was then that the slow
realisation that it had aIL been a dream stole
across my brain. I greeted the new day with a
smile and was gazing out across the lawn when a
pair of thin lips, spread in a hideous sneer, and
half hiding dry, rotting teeth, appeared in my
vision.
Tbe mocking laugh had barely finished echoing
through the chambers of my mind when my shrill
screams rent the still morning.
DOG
D. RUSEL, 8a.
The hound stirred, stretched; sleep-warmed hide
a-rippling,
The dampness of his body-heat impressed upon
the straw;
Eager hind-limbs scratching, reaching;
White-rolled eyes to contemplate the open kennel
door.
The wind rose, thresbed, sun-dried sand a-rippLing,
The promise of a sea-bright mom upon tbe salttanged
air.
Tensely, hound-dog standing breathing,
Wet black nostrils savouring the eager day so fair.
BRANDERRY
G. J. DAVIS, 8b.
Eeue gelede het die mense van Hawaii op groot
houtplanke in die see uitgevaar en weer met die
branders teruggery. Christopher Columbus het
dit ontdek en iets daaroor in sy dagboek geskryf.
Sy teorie was dat die Hawaiiers robbe sien branders
ry het en daarvandaan die idee gekry het.
Deesdae is alles baie moderner en ook baie
vinniger. Die Hawaiiers het op 'n eenvoudige
plank gery, maar nou leer 'n mens op die eenvoudige
plank. Wanneer jy goed genoeg is, ry jy
op die branders net voordat bulle breek, met
ander woorde wanneer huILe baie regaf of uitgehol
is. 'n Mens blyaltyd op die deining, maar
die meeste van die tyd word die agterste deel van
die branderplank so gehou dat die brander parallel
met jou kop breek as jy laag buk. Daar is min
branders wat 'n mens so kan ry. Op so 'n brander
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