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SOUTHAMPTON AND DISTRICT PICTORIAL.
April 24, 1912.
SOUTHAMPTON GRAMMAR SCHOOL SPORTS.
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Our illustrations were obtained at the recent Grammar School .Sports, which aroused much interest amongst- the parents and friends of the boys. The top picture shows the crowded pavilion stands; the middle on a group of masters (Mr. \V. F. G. Spranger. Chairman of the School Governors, being seated on the left); and the lower one the high jump.
Dulanzana loves to sweep.. He like* making lot* and lots of dust, working joyously to raise as much mm he emo. and if you com* back suddenly to jour room, you find him singing and beaming in a perfect fog of it.
The first evening the travellers arrived in Durban, they were weary and homesick, and when they rsng the boll and Dulanzsna minted, Theodora gave way altogether, and sat on the floor and cried and cried, and asked why she had ever left England, and besought them to take her bkek, and to take Dulanzana away and give her a white chambermaid; and Dulanzana stood in the middle of the room, staring from one In another and giggling cheerfully.
Euphemim b the unmelAmh one. It m Euphemim who carries the rugs, wraps, and parcels, who goes errands in tjie heat, who listens to their joy* end morrow*.' mod to Theodorm^m writingm-Emphemia who believes in self-sacrifice.
Theodore i# the one who losem her way. It was Theodora who lost her way in Johannesburg, and stopped a whole regiment of soldiers to find it, returning home, serene and smiling, to explain, in answer to Euphemia's shocked surprise, that the soldiers were all most polite, and that if she hadn't asked them, she would have been wandering there still. Theodora is the one who, when you send her out walking, returns riding. In London she lakes hansoms; In Melbourne, electric trams; at the seaside, bath-chairs; in Christchurch, New Zealand, canoes; in Colombo and Durban, rickshaws. The particular conveyance of the country, that Theodora takes. Anything to save her the trouble of walking. "You see, girls, it was like this," Theodora pathetically explains, "there hot and tired, and there up close beside me, and. before I realised what the rickshaw."
with big pom-poms stuck
their ears, and
vivid grass-green plumes waving 11
their hair.
Women go mtmtely pmmt. gorgeoum m ^
purple, mcmrlet, blue, mod mpple green. The mem im demremr bhie. the moil red, and everwhere mre orange trees and huge scarlet blossoms.
They return ma the mun goes down, end Ihe gin* fade, into m moft pemeh light. Lootinm hem submided into a mmmll h#mp mt the bottom, of the lickahmw. There im nn mound emcept the chirp of m cricket, the pmtter of the rickml*aw boy'a hero feet in the dumt. the tinkle of the rlckmhmw bell, and now mnd mgmin m mmmll, pmthetic mnort fxpm Lootinm. who hmm forgotten her trouble* in deep and piglike mlumber. It growm quite dark; here and there a dusky figure slips silently past.
There is a heavenly scent of flowers, like—like —what is it like? Like hyacinths? Yes, hyacinths. You might close your eyes and almost fancy you were back in England. Oh, scents of hymcinthm, whmt memoriem you bring! Englmnd In mpring! Why. over there in Englmnd, mwmy across the mem, it is spring. At home there the country will be the freshest, greenest green. The celandines, the violets, the rooks will be cawing and building and stealing and tearing each other'a nests down. By and by, in the sweet old rectory garden, the lilacs will be scenting the whole air. The swallows will be building in the porch of the old church, and in the quiet churchyard tho chestnuts will be bursting into bloom, and the golden laburnum will be hanging yellow showers over the tiny mound which marks the place where Phyllis lies. Phillis, who departed this life aged two months, having, so to speak, merely glanced at Life, and. finding it too hard, retired. England, where the meadows are dotted, about with what appear in the distance to be small white
■Wrir.i,.Td»;n 1 clo,cr in'pec"0"
turn out to be new-born lambs. England, where
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Euphemim im the one who lemee things. I durwg the hourm you Wo been mleeping. "O mil
; ye green things upon the earth, praise ye the Purses, bangles, keys, | Lord!" Is there any place on earth or under It was Euphemim who, 1 the heaven to which wo hope to go more beautiful, on tho Manora corqing out from England, wrote more refreshing, more exquisite, than England a long letter home, telling her impressions of in the spring? In London the flower-girls are everyone on board, and then forgot and left it offering loaded baskets of violets, mimosa, prim-in one of the library books for everyone lo read, roses; piano-organs are cheerfully playing, and That kind of thing is in Euphemia's family, for men are shouting: "Flowering plants, all a-blow-It was her sister Leonora who, when she was i„g and m growing! '
...... ^ _______ Here tho boy^sets down the rickshaw poles on
out ingarden, 'up mi torn,' thYdriCeV'and Sr°ul,(f I-ootina nearly
r the house, found it i
1 hair! Leo-
Awake, awake, Lo<
haft thick" dark" ell r lyiiair, will! glintsof | hopefully, for here you I bronae chemtnut in It, mnd mhe hmm one curl in (he \ moment Imter they mre mtmndlng middle which docs most of the damage, for Leo- verandah, looking up at the moon, with norm ia one of tho biggemt flirts you ever mot. No jor* quoting dreamily:
hair. Euphemim and Leonora, wherever they go, leave behind them trails of small trifles; as In a „'amc of hare and hounds, you may always track Euphemim or Leonora by the trifles dropped on their way.
Friends who will keep a place in anxious hearts
'Good night to all that we love, good night to Euphcmia'-aml Theodora take their ride aloni! "M* Eupheniia, in the formula
by the harbour, where the 1
damhlng foam *hey repemt every night.
against the breakwater, and the hills around are covered with soft, greeny shrubs. There
a "purple and crimson sunset, and there are big her head in such masted vessels anchored right in the glow of it. same.
Rickshaw boys are standing about in robes of white, orange, scarlet, any and every colour, "Good night !"
There are many who love Euphemia; she is the who does not-flirt, but whoso eyes are set in that the result is tho
THE SILENT TOWER.
A Rickshaw Ride in Durban.
^ BY DOROTHEA DARRKTT.
, * This" evening Euphennm mnd Theodora borrow : Lootinm and go rickshaw riding.
Lootinm is the hotel pug. and if you ask the mmnmgerema very politely, mhe will momctlmcm lend . 'Lootinm to you for mn hour or two.
On the days when you remember that England ^mnd home mre very far mwmy from Africa, and that many hundred miles of deep- and. a* Theodora practically remarks, mostly very un-qulet-mem lie .between, on much dmys there la something very Englislntnd homely and comfortable about Lootina. Perhaps that is why the moldlers mil cheered her when she wm* first taken into camp. For Lootina was "looted' in the war, and that is how she got her name. She is fawn ^ In colour, with m mmmll. blmrk velvet fmce. mnd a p-'ivery troubled expression, mm if she had never for-Wtf gotten the discomforts she endured out on the ^ veldt, two goggling eyes, and a double curl lo her tail. At least, it is a double curl when she is entirely happy, but when she is a little worried, 'it is only a single curl, and when mho is really fmiserable, there is no curl at all. There warn nn. curl at all this evening when mhe started, for ^Lootinm lomlhee rickshaw riding, and prefer, 10 •Me comfortably snoring in the big, sunny courtyard of the hotel.
The rickshaw is decorated with branches of | pale mauve blossoms and trails of greenery, as , for m emmifah The rickshaw boy Im costumed in I
orange, with a head-dress of huge horns. | Euphemia is in a pale lilac muslin, all sort mnd ' frilly, that swirls and floats round her like a ^ mort of cloud, mnd mhe hmm nn m big white hat . with soft gauze draped round it. Theodora is in white muslin with a palm blue sunshade, and Lootina sits between them with a pink bow.
Theodora says they look like a pantomime. Theodora la in m morose mnd peevimh mood.
She mmym that dusky people, all hopping and caper-ing round her. as they do in Durban, get on her j nerves, and that Dulanzana has. been sweeping all j down the courtyard over her. Dulanzana is the Kaffir boy who waits on them. He wears m hol-land tunic, triibmed with scarlet braid, and a tiny sailor-hat on his head, with a tall.' black ostrich plume erect on one side of it. Diiiauzana w« his hair oiled up Into little lumps like baby astrachan. Sometimes he discards the hat and wears only I (10 ostrich feather in the astraclian; sometimes he wears neither hat nor plume, onljyiust a bunch of ordinary white safety-pins dangling over one car, and some small, bright sardine tins round his neck. Dulanzana never walks; he hops and dances on bare feet, and he sings a small, timeless Kaffir song to him-, self all I he time in a contented sort of little way. He smya "Yes. yes, mlsa-is" lo whatever you amy to him. with his voice rising to a small shriek on the "is." He never understands what you ask for. so he brings what he thinks you would like, which is generally water. Dulanzana thinks like iits of water, and brings it in jugs full, water hot-and nater cold, coining capering along the courtyard with a jug in each Imnd.

Some time ago there was a controversy among the in habitants of Hishopstokq—a village near Eastleigh—as to whether the bells of the old Church should be transferred to the- new Church. Eventually it was decided that the bells should be moved, and later the body of the eld Church, which was re erected in 1X25, was pulled down, leaving only the tower, of which we give an illustration.
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