GRAMMAR SCHOOL

the best of the younger dancers, who consider it an honour to be picked
to join the smaller touring group. The style of presentation is that of the
ballet-play, where the two actors associated with the team remain onstage
for most of the performance to explain the significance of the dancing.
The programme we chose was Two Coppelias; the course and origin of
the ballet Coppelia was shown, with an insight into the differences between
different ballet styles. The audience seemed to enjoy the evening; ballet
was something new to many present, and the vital thing was that in the
form in which it was introduced, it was easily digestible. The performance
was a success, if the audience applause and the number of curtain calls
can be used as a guide.
After seeing "Ballet for All", it seems likely that many of the audience
will have found a new interest; and even a local ballet-mistress who
came along said that it was a refreshing, new look at her work. We hope
in the near future to see the return of "Ballet for All"; further, since
something out of the ordinary has worked once, we would like to present
other similar performances, such as the Stratford-on-Avon Theatregoround
team. With support such as we had for "Ballet for All", this should not be
too difficult.
Lastly, it remains to express thanks to everyone who helped: those
already mentioned, the electricians, the sixth form attendants, and not
least everyone who bought tickets or persuaded their parents to do so.
T. W. JONES.
TWEEVELIGHT
Twas tweevelight when the scritching nerk
Came flomphing from the moonshift lool,
And as it came the grimsome purke
Did shuffle through the elegrool.
And as the nerk did scrouge the grurf
The relugon with hairs that flitch
Flew rallow-rorking through the firthe,
And bit the scrouging nerk in twitch.
All through the tweevelight did they scrage
Until the relugon had bled,
And there it died by the hairy brage
Under the shade of a juggly's head.
Twas tweevelight when the scritching nerk
Came flomphing through the moonshilt lool,
And as it came the grimsome purke
Did shuffle through the elegrool'
D. w. F.RSTER, 2A.
(inspired by Lewis Carroll)
MOTION
Music
The slow sad music of the far East
The throbbing rhythm
Turning all things into a warm trance
And the world stops to look
The curling smoke of a Pipe
Tropical fish dancing in sunlit waters
A snake lazing away the afternoon
The graceful motion of a springbok.
An open air Eastern market
With gay colours and . . .
The sun burning down on a cobbled street
All these make up the world
And if taken away
The world would become
Dull and lifeless. S. A. ROGERS, a
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