BHS Prefects 1949

“Hey, you kids! Have you written those Prefects’ Notes, yet?”

“Oh, gosh, no! We forgot! What in the heck can we write? Wonder what Athol would say if we told how much he stuffs at Pres’ Teas? Morag would be mad if we told how much she eats, too.”

“No! Better not put that in! Gee! Did you notice in the Pres’ photo, that they didn’t all wear their badges? (hint, hint) — Where is your badge Clyde? Did you lose track of it when you were practising those little speeches, that you give at dances?”

“Cop that Austin that came and collected Jean Mac. from the last spread! She thinks she’s smart (haw! haw!). Do you notice that dreamy look in her eyes each Monday morning? I wonder why?”

“Lambert’s a reformed character now, although we all agree, that maybe he’s a bit Greenup-top. (Oh! Oh When you roll those eyes!)

“Must warn all the kids not to tease Pritch, on the subject of rabbits that almost walk right off your plate. (Can’t imagine why!!!). He’s rather fond of animals — ducks as well as rabbits.”

“Swoon! Swoon! That’s how all the girls feel about that beaut Plymouth, that taxis Ellen up to school. The car—silly—not the driver (though King Louis had nothing on him).”

“Last Pres’ Tea, while I was washing up, I heard, ‘Bang! Bang!’ from outside, on the steps, followed by. ‘Don’t shoot Pearl, it’s me, Lutin,’—

Then, ‘I gotta, I just gotta!’— Bang! Bang! again. However, we didn’t get alarmed, it’s just ‘Bacca’ and ‘Suracca’ playing Pearl and Lutin. (Refer to ‘Duel in the Sun’).

“Maybe it’s the uniform that does it, but our General (pardon Lieut.) Paisley sure creates havoc among the female hearts. (‘Love that Boy!’)”

“Out of all this mad mob, we look to Bette for a restraining hand. She’s our Guardian Angel, and a strict contrast to ‘Bacca’ doing the Samba and showing us what to wabble and when — note alliteration, Mr. Stallwood.—!!”

“Now, although we realize this is one of the things you just don’t tell, we will, being females. (Hee! Hee! Joke in case you don’t know). Mr. Davies-Moore didn’t eat his crusts. His hair won’t go curly, (pronounced ’Coolie’).”

“Quick—there goes the bell, but just one more thing; Pat dashed into the dark room with Neville. They told us they were developing films! We wouldn’t know! By the way, all names of places and people in this publication are not accidental and are intended.”

In closing, we would like to wish the Prefects of 1950 all the fun and success, that we have had.

'Prefect Notes' from the 1949 edition of the Kingia magazine.