| THE MODEL CLUB The Model Club has now been in existence for more than one-and-a-half terms and interest has been well sustained. The present membership is approaching forty including boys from all forms. The club premises are in perhaps the most inaccessible part of the main building, at the far end of the attics. The club themselves have fitted additional lighting and staggered up the stairs with a remarkable amount of furniture, and we would like to thank Mr. Murry for providing power points from which to run the heaters and the railway. The Model Railway section have already built a considerable length of line and set up a terminal station and a control box for the layout. Considerable expansion is hoped for, as we have plenty of space available, but progress this term has been hampered by the fact that Martin Cohen and Mouchizadeh, the leading members of this section, have been much occupied with other activities, including, the play. Other club activities have included the construction of a diorama representing the D-Day landings, complete even to parachutists descending. Innumerable plastic kits of course form the basis of work done, especially among the junior members. We hope that the standards of finish on such models will improve with time and instruction; at present, this, and the care of brushes, paints and other club property are perhaps our main weaknesses. We hope to hold a competition for models of this type next term, which may help. More enterprising members are beginning to take up aeromodelling, and one control-line model with a glow plug engine is under construction. Good flying weather next term may encourage this trend Thanks are due to Glass and Rosenblatt, the club officials, for their good work in the organisation and running of the club. G.R.P.G. THE DAY I DISCOVERED I COULD FLY When I was about six years old,
I thought that I could fly.. After seeing
‘Peter Pan' on the stage and noting how
Michael and-John flew, I was quite sure that I
could do it. So, without much thought of what it
would be like if I failed, I ran up the stairs
and flapped my wings and jumped off. |
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