Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)
- Class of 1924
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Contents 4, PAGE Editorial - - - - - - - 12 Literary ----- 14 School Chronicle - - - 34 Juniors - - - - - 44 House - - - 51 Music and Drama - - - 63 Athletics - - - - - 68 Basket-Ball - - - - 73 Old Girls ' Notes 77 Jokes ----- 79 Address Directory - 83 Autographs - - - - - - 91 immmmmmmmmimmmmimmmmmmim JUNE, 1924 VOLUME VII. tlrafalpr Magazine Staff Editor KATHLEEN ANDERSON Sub-Editors FRANCES PRISSICK MARGARET DIXON Secretary MARION ROSS Treasurer BEATRICE CARTER Executive Committee (PHYLLIS JAMIESON Advertising Manas ers __ __ __ __ -- i [ FRANCES ELLIS Art Representative __ __ __ __ RITA PARKER Athletic Representative __ __ __ __ JEAN JAMIESON House Representative __ __ __ __ __ GLADYS SMALL Fifth Form Representative __ __ __ __ SHIRLEY SAMPSON Adviser to Magazine Staff __ __ __ __ MISS BRYAN [ H] ONCE more it is time for our annual magazine to be published and once more we draw near to the close of another year. To us who are in our very last term of school these weeks and months seem more and more precious as we think how soon our days at Traf. will be over. This year, on the whole, has been a most successful one. There has been very little illness and so no break has occurred to hinder our work, while the games have progressed famously. During the winter the rink afforded us great pleasure, and now the tennis courts are occupied practically the whole time. Basket-ball, too, has improved and once more we have been victorious in our practise matches with Miss Edgar ' s. Special mention, I think, must be made of the " House. " It has played a most prominent part during this year, for not only have we one officer representing the House in all the Senior forms but the Basket-ball Team and the Magazine Committee are half composed of Boarders. We were very sorry to lose two well-known friends this year. Dr. Duncan and Miss Field. The former left us to go to Scotland where he is to make his home, while Miss Field was obliged, through ill-health, to discontinue her work. The Trafalgar scholarship of last year was awarded to Marguerite Benny to whom we offer our congratulations, and many others of the Sixth obtained their Matric. This class has left the school a memento of their years spent here in the shape of a cup to be played for at our annual cup-match with Miss Edgar ' s. The school certainly appreciates the thought which prompted them to do this. In behalf of the Magazine Committee I wish to thank all who have helped the magazine in any way, and now all there remains to be said is that we wish the very best of luck to the Sixth of next year and its Magazine Committee. [ 12 ] Prefects KATHLEEN ANDERSON FRANCES PRISSICK FRANCES ELLIS ANNIE JOHNSON JEAN JAMIESON BEATRICE CARTER MARION ROSS MARGARET DIXON Form Officers Presidents Vice-Presidents : Form Upper VI.— K. ANDERSON Lower VI.— M. DIXON Special VI.— H. MACGREGOR Upper v.— E. ELLIS Lower V.— E. ROBINSON IVa.— J. MACALISTER IV. B.— H. AHERN III. A.— M. BAIN III. B.— H. STOCKING Upper II.— D. AHERN II.— A. BYERS Upper I.— C. BAZIN J. JAMIESON P. JAMIESON K. BUCHANAN S. SAMPSON E. ZINSSTAG B. HOWELL E. TURNBULL M. HAND F. YOUNG S. BIRKS R. SEELY V. WALKER  LITERARY ending in these noticeable words: ' side is this inscription: — Trafalgar ON the Monday fohowing Trafalgar Day, Miss Attlee gave an address to the school, in which she drew a very sym- pathetic sketch of our great national hero. Nelson — national, because he belongs to all parts of the British Empire. She related the incidents preceding the raising of the monument to his memory in Montreal — how news was brought to a ball-room in St. Paul Street of the Victory of Trafalgar, and of the hero ' s death; and of how ladies and gentlemen, in their beautiful ball dresses took up a subscription ' to finance the erec- tion of a monument to his memory. She described the column itself, and remarked on the fact that wreathes had been placed at its base the day before, proving that " he still lives in the memory and heart of the city that raised the monument in the first flush of enthusiasm. " The Nelson Column stands opposite the City Hall in Notre Dame Street. A rather small statue of Nelson, his left sleeve pinned across his breastj facing the mountain, and dressed in the uniform of an admiral, stands on a circular pillar, on three of the sides of the base of which are portrayed scenes from the hero ' s three great naval victories. Under each is a legend, ' — without the loss of a British ship. " On the fourth 3n JMemorp of The Right Honourable Admiral Lord Viscount Nelson, Duke of Bronte, who ter- minated his career of naval glory in the memorable battle of Trafalgar on the 21st day of October, 1805, after inculcating by signal a maxim that can never be forgotten by his country. ' England expects every man will do his duty. ' This monumental pillar was erected by a subscription of the inhabitants of Montreal in the year 1808. " After pointing out from how great a disaster at the hand of Napoleon England was saved by the victory of Trafalgar, Miss Attlee told of the great naval battle in detail, dwelling on Nelson ' s famous last signal, and on his own personal bravery and love of duty well done. The last scene, that of the admiral ' s death in the little dark cabin with the noise of battle roaring overhead, made us all greatly admire the pluck of the man who  could, in spite of mortal agony, issue commands and receive news of the battle while his strength remained. The one great relic which the Empire as a whole has of Nelson, his famous flag-ship the " Victory " on whose deck he fell wounded unto death, is being carefully preserved by the nation as a precious treasure. Nelson himself sleeps among England ' s " glorious dead " in St. Paul ' s Cathedral, but his memory is enshrined forever in the heart of every member of the British Empire. Jane Howard, Form VI. a. Lucrezia Why am I late? My cousin, I was kept By Andrea, my husband, in his room. My hand in his beside the window while He talked of things that interest me not; Complained of being summoned to his wife Away from idle pleasures there in France, While I dwelt here alone in poverty. He would not let me leave him till just now But praised my face, the colour of my hair. My eyes and all that ' s beautiful in me, Hopes, I presume, that I will sit for him Without a murmur all to-morrow morn, And until even if his work remains Unfinished e ' en till then — But this same work Will bring the money for your escapade ; And more besides, I hope, to buy the ruff His miser spirit has denied till now. Even since last month, I cannot tell what chance Has fallen o ' er the man — he called me Love, And promised faithfully to do the work Your friend wants painted for his corridor, Instead of quarrelling with me because He has no time for study. What will that Bring to his purse? Mere idle wasted hours That could be better spent in painting things That nobles knowing his great talent ; buy For good round figures ! Now he wastes the time By sitting gazing out on Fiesole Instead of working. But I know full well ' Twould worthless be to speak to him of it Wrapped as he is in his vain thoughts just now. Would I had never met the fickle one Who quarrels, the next moment seeking peace,  While I, unfortunate, must needs bear all That I may have sufficient food and clothes To keep me warm. Then he complains of what He calls my lack of interest in his art. Oh! lack of interest, forsooth! Do not I sif whene ' er he wishes it, that he May copy all the beauties of my face In whate ' er picture he is working on? He could not do without me, but would needs Go out into the market place to seek For models as that artist had to do — The one he told me of a while ago. And hark ye. Cousin ! he tries to persuade Me that we stole the money from the King, The money that we took to build this house, Or borrowed, rather, and which he will pay Again to Francis after he has worked A little longer at Madonna ' s head And realized the sum I want for it. But woe! I must do that which I do loathe, Must sit forever in that artist ' s room Bedabbled o ' er with paints and other things With which to smear my dress. I do declare I ' ve spoilt this fine embroidery that came Last week from Rome, upon a picture there Carelessly stood upon an easel low. He made much fuss about the worthless thing Nor noticed my distress about the robe. But now I vow I shall have two of such When he has earned the gold wherewith to bring The pretty things from Rome. Oh, must you go? Yes, you shall have the money soon enough. As soon, in fact, as Andrea ' s brush can paint The last fine picture. So, my Coz, farewell ! I go now to prevent all further waste Of time on that same lazy Andrea ' s part. Jane Howard, Form Upper VI. Our Monster At " Traf " there is a monster which we call the " Magazine, " It is coloured blue and white and its scales are silver vSheen; It has three misshapen heads, with flashing red eyes Three awful gaping mouths of extraordinary size.  It has talons long and sharp, two switching lashing tails; And it fills the air at school with terrifying wails. Its appetite is enormous and difficult to appease, It ' s forever madly hungry, an incurable disease. We havt to feed it literature if we wish to keep it quiet, And it thrives and expands on this very queer diet. It loves to dine on poems pertaining to the spring, Sweetly perfumed florets, or " birdies on the wing. ' ' Snapshots and drawings are in favour too with it. In fact the monster relishes any dainty bit. It ' s very fond of jokes and jests, providing they are bright, And hold an ounce of humour, clear to ordinary sight. It must be regularly fed; and for that irksome task Appointed ones in every form the contributions ask So diligent we all must be to keep the monster fed This attempt is for its breakfast. Farewell! Enough is said. Elizabeth Tooke, Form V. a. How Trafalgar Got Its Sixth (In feeble imitation of Rudyard Kipling) ' VTOW you must know, Best Beloved, that once upon a time there was no Sixth form. There was a first form, most awfully teeny-tiny and there was a Fourth Form most extremely scrawly-wawly. But there was no Sixth. At first, when the world was very young and all, you understand. Littlest One, they didn ' t need a Sixth. The little children ate their lunches mousey quiet and never threw paper behind the radiators. The Fourth form walked about on tip toe and never screamed; and the plaster in the Third form, room never fell down. But one day something happened. The Worst Child of All came into the school, and when I say the Worst Child of All I mean something very very bad. She was always late in the mornings. She carried ink from the Studio down to the Study and spilt it in a huge, black pool by the front door. She slid down the bannisters. But worst of all, best Beloved, she never listened very frightfully meekly when someone told her about all this. She always answered back quick as a flash. So one day there was a meeting — a grave growly-wowly meeting. And all the Heads sat there and they talked, and talked, and talked. They told all the things the Worst-Child-of-All had said and all the things she had done; but mostly what she had said. You see, she had said so very many things. At last the Wisest-of-AU spoke. " Have you ever heard of cheek? " she said, and all the others shook their heads and said ' ' No ! ' ' You see when the world was so young-and-all no little person dreamed of being cheeky. " What the Worst-Child-of-All has, " went on the most " ' cruciatingly Wise Person, " is cheek, and we must do something to stop it.  We must have something very, very dignified, and very, very wise, and very, verv squashing so that when it looks at the Worst-Child-of-All she will shiver and shake and crawl under a bench for the rest of the day. We will have a Sixth Form! " So now you see. Curious One, how the Sixth Form started. And ever since then it has grown and grown until now it is at the tip-top of the school and is most terrifically important. S. Sampson, Upper V. Pyramus and Thisbe Thisbe one day came out to play. She watched the others dance She sighed, and turned to go, but then Pyramus passed by chance. Each to the other said " Salve, " (Interpreted means " hair ' ) He said he soon must marry her If she would " take the veil. " Just then the fathers found them there, ' Tis very sad to tell That they had, when they were dragged off, Bare time to say farewell. Next day a wall was built between The gardens where they sate; Both lovers were forbidden to Go outside their own gate But Pyramus he found a crack Through which they talked with bliss And when ' twas time for them to part, They gave, through it, a kiss. The sun behind the hills had set, The night was coming on. Thisbe was to meet Pyramus Under the silver moon. The mulberry was dark and tall She sat down quite alone, All was in silence round about Except for the wind ' s moan. When all at once she saw a lion ! No ! ' Twas a lioness And when she fled into a cave She let fall from a dress° [ 18] AMBO MORTUI SUNT A veil, and it the beast did spy He covered it with blood And then departed in the dark To search for other food. Then Pyramus came hurrying up, He saw the blood, the veil, The lioness ' footsteps in the dust ! And then his voice did fail. He grasped his sword, spoke one last word, And plunged it in his breast. Then, rolling over on his side. Slept in eternal rest. Scarce was this done when Thisbe fair Crept from her darksome cave, When she saw her lover " Eheu! " How she did moan and rave ! With courage firm she seized the sword Then drove it in her side And falling on her lover ' s breast She gave one sigh and died. Next morn two maidens found them there When going to a spring And to their parents they did run The sad tidings to bring. DoREEN Harvey-Jellie, Form IV. a. Up Hill, Down Dale A S a rule people living in the country enjoy a trip to the city for a change, but they soon tire of the noisy hubbub and crowded streets. People in the city also enjoy a trip to the country, but seldom do they weary of nature, because of its simplicity. So we of the city set out at break of dawn solely for the purpose of gazing upon our native land, unharmed by artificiality. In order that we might complete our journey in one day we were forced to take the train to a small village. Here we alighted; with packs on our backs and a compass to guide us, we went due north despite the fact that a steep ascent lay before us. Up, up, up we climbed. Would the hill ever end? Ah! here was the top. The panorama that lay in front of us can not be described in any language to give it full value. It was a land of mostly fir trees, with a few clumps of maples and birches here and there. Rivers and lakes formed a tangled network of beautiful azure water. The sky was of the same deep blue and a slight breeze chased [ 19] some small wind-clouds about the sky. Our thirst was keen and the sparkling, dancing water seemed to lure us on. The descent was rapid until we came to the cold, thickly- wooded valley. We became confused amongst the formidable, majestic pines and spruces. The only hope of reaching the shining water was to push our way through, by forcing the boughs aside wherever it was easiest. Then, hardly realizing it, we almost walked into a lake. Once more in the open we felt free. Darting this way and that we searched a cool stream. At last some of our members found one, and with a halloa which echoed and re-echoed over the mountains, we rushed to drink from its cold water. We stepped from stone to stone in sheer delight, while it gurgled and bubbled, ever reciting the same old story. We followed its course up many a hill, stopping once to take our lunch under the spreading branches of a sturdy oak. Once or twice the stream made a sharp turn, or gushed into rapids, davShing a white foam over the surfave of the disturbed water. We were about to consult our compass when we discovered it was lost. We went ahead nevertheless, knowing it was useless to retrace our steps. The sun began to set, the sky became yellow, then a brilliant red and finally a pale, flimsy mauve. We had reached the summit of a mountain, nothing could be seen except trees, outlined against the darkening sky. Our party became disconsolate. The night birds mocked and shrieked at us. Our voices even in whispers were awed. At times there was aosolute silence with the exception of a few creaking and groaning pines, moved by the restless wind. One of our part} happily knew a little about astronomy, so all we could do was to wait for the stars, which would guide us in the right direction. Another one told jokes until ghost stories were introduced. We all professed bravery but inwardly we were shivering, outwardly too, for the night was chilly, even though we made a small bonfire. At length the stars peeped down on us and helped us out of our difficulty. On we plodded until we reached a great height. Then away below us we saw a train, curving like a phos- phorescent snake, and farther away were the dim lights of a village. We could not but acknowledge that it was a wondrous sight, although we were all fatigued. Down, down, down until we attained our destination. Fortunately we caught a late train. A weary party, blinking under the stare of the dazzling city lights, struck by the contrast of the peaceful beauties of nature, returned home ; sorry that such an eventful, delightful trip was over. Ernestine Ellis, V. a. An Autobiography of the Missing Sweater T AM a Trafalgar sweater, just a blue and white woollen sweater like so many others. But I ' ve had something they have not all had and that is the experience of being lost. I shall tell you about it. My mistress was one day up in the Assembly Hall playing basket-ball and she quite carelessly flung me over the radiator, thinking I would run to her after the game, I suppose. Instead I felt myself slipping backwards. It was a  dreadful feeling. I was so weak and helpless that back I went behind the heater where I remained for several days. I was quite lonely and apparently forgotten by all. Just as I was despairing, I heard Miss Cumming ask the girls if they had seen a sweater about the school anywhere. There I was very near and no one knew it. I could not help giggling, but had to con- trol myself for fear of being heaid. So many girls were being questioned about me, I really began to feel quite important. So-and-so had seen me on a Friday down in the cloak-room. On hearing this I nearly screamed because I had not been there at all. Another had seen me in the Assembly Hall lying on the piano. How absurd when I was really hanging in a dark cupboard downstairs. How could I be mistaken for any other sweater? After much discussion everyone departed leaving me still behind the radiator and blushing shamefully. But I could not help it for I seemed to be in such a terrible disgrace. I was left only one day more. Miss Cumming again asked about me and to my great surprise, a young girl dragged me by the neck from my hiding place and exclaimed, " Here it is! " There seemed to be great rejoicing, but a little too much laughing went with it to please my pride, for am I such a huge joke? Frances Ellis, VI. a. Shingled Hair Shingled hair so they say, is all the " go " and style to-day. But you never can tell. It suits some heads? it may — others — well I ' ll not say. But you never can tell. Some heads like balloons look, others the shape of Zepplins took. But you never can tell. Not long ago a doctor said, " Shingling make a bald head " — But you never can teh. A good topic when vSpeaking of hair, " What style next wiU they wear " — But you never can tell. Things change so from day to day, that it really is not safe to say What the coming styles will be — because You never can tell. Elizabeth Miller, IV., a.  Ink INK — Ink. What a troublesome thing is Ink. Wherever it is wanted — there it is not ; wherever it is not wanted — there it is. Now just what is Ink? A dark blue-black fluid, with a striking propensity for hurling itself out of its con- tainer upon some light-coloured object where it will show itself off to its best advantage — preferably on a white dress or a clean floor. It is a malicious, spiteful liquid — no respecter of time, place, or persons. Of course, it has its usefulness. It plays its part in literature, but often what a mean, despicable, part it is. For instance — A ragged author is writing furiously in a musty attic his GREAT BOOK. A thin, scraggy cat is looking on. Just five minutes ago the landlady has been in to demand the rent. The author is keyed up — he is writing (between ohs! and ahs! of self-admiration) his last chapter. He stops to survey his work, reading over the last few masterful lines " Ah, she cried, how could you? I see it all now: GO. . . ! " " It will startle the world! " he mutters, and plunges into his story again. Now he is approaching the climax — " She thrust the key into the lock, rushed across the room, flung open the window, cast her eyes around the deserted street, and uttered a fearful cry. What did she see there ? Mercy ! It was ! ! ! Alas — it will never be known. Fate is against the author. Speechless with horror he gazes at his ruined manuscript. There is nothing left him now but his cat — and the river. Which is it to be? The author is hungry — he looks meditatively at the animal .... Let us draw the curtain on this tragedy. What ruined his Wonderful Story, did someone ask? Why, what else could it be? Writing fast — pen leaks — and another great masterpiece is lost to the world. Eunice Meekison, Form V. a. The Old Mill Down in the vale On the velvety ground Or up on the hill Purple violets did sleep. There was n ' er such a spot And from the soft mosses As the busy old mill. Their heads did peep. Its creakings, its groaning! The wheel never still — It was stiff, no doubt But it went with a will. The stream rushed by With a swish and a swill But still was left standing The wondrous old mill. O ' er the cracked roof vStood a large willow tree. With its slender branches Swaying gracefully.  Ah, what a spot ! There in the shade ' Twas the most beautiful place That God ever made ! Ernestine Ellis, V. a. The Moon The moon rose up o ' er a budding bough, Over a powdering of snow Which whitened the tops of the elm trees high, And the crocuses far below. The moon came up and smiled as she looked On the earth so far away, Where the small buds slept on the frozen ground. And a bird on the maple spray. The pale moon peeped through a leafy bower, Glancing across a faery sea, When the song of the nightingale burst forth Over the hill and the lea. And the dancing moon it beckoned on, Over the valley and lake, Through the moon-lit aisles of the forest glade, And tangles of bracken and brake.  Then the harvest moon shone brightly down On the grainfields now so near, Colouring the land with a ruddy light, And hiding the stubble drea r. And the big red moon came peeping through The branches with scarlet dressed. Where the gold sheaves watched through the fragrant night. And the tired earth lay at rest. The moon shone through the leafless trees. In winter, when the sun hangs low. When fires on the hearths were burning bright. And the were-wolf trailed through the snow. The moon looked out from a darkening sky. Warned of the coming of cloud, While the long-drawn cry of the owl was heard. And white snow fell like a shroud. Thus the moon looks down through the ages long On a world now sad, now gay, Sharing the joy of a laughing world, The sorrow of those by the way. B. Carter, VT. a. Its A Long Road Up To Trafalgar It ' s a long road up to Trafalgar Its a long way to go. Its a long road up to Trafalgar In the rain or in the snow Good-bye, Mother darling Farewell, vSister dear For it ' s a long, long road up to Trafalgar And I ' m late now, I fear. Kathleen Abbot, IV. a. [ 24] Professor Traquair ' s Lecture N May 7th, the pupils of Trafalgar were privileged in hearing the first of a series of illustrated lectures on Architecture by Professor Ramsay Traquair, of McGill Uni- versity. Many people have the impression that an intelligent appreciation of architecture necessitates a wide technical knowledge of the subject, but Professor Traquair assured us that the study is far less difficult and much more interesting than is generally imagined. Moreover, architecture is of great interest historically because the character of a nation is expressed just as much by its buildings as by its literature and painting. This particular lecture dealt with the architecture of the Greeks, which is the most beautiful the world has every known. Professor Traquair showed us lantern slides of several famous Greek temples and theatres and pointed out the differences between the principal forms of architecture found in Greece, namely Doric, Ionic, and Corinthian. All these buildings were elementally simple in design but almost perfect as to proportion and detail, because the Greeks had such a keen appreciation of art that they considered even a curve of two inches on a gigantic column of great importance. One of the slides showed the Acropolis, a rock in the middle of Athens on which stood many famous buildings — the Temple of Nike and the famous Parthenon among them. Another showed the Elgin marbles, which were brought from Greece by Lord Elgin and are now in the British museum. These represent the Three Fates, and although the figures are headless they give a vivid impression of life and vigour. This effect is partly due to the wonderful treatment of the drapery which has never been surpassed in marble. Although attempts to copy its wonderful art have never been successful, yet Greek architecture has had a deep influence on that of other nations and has set a very high standard by which others may measure their achievements. Eileen Whillans, Upper V.  Miss Betsy Barker and Her Alderney Cow MivSS Betsy lived in Cranford town, An Alderney had she, She told her friends about this cow When they went there to tea. She loved it as she would her child, It really was so sweet The way the cow walked up to her, And from her hand did eat. One day the cow to pasture went As it was wont to do, When suddenly the air was rent With a most dreadful " moo! " It slipped on some banana peel, Into a pit it fell. The lime scorched all its hair away, And burned its skin as well. Miss Betsy ' s grief was sad to see, Just like a child she cried. Her tears fell on her poor dear cow, And sizzled on its hide. The cow was hauled out of the pit, It looked forlorn and bare. And all the people fought to see The cow, who ' d lost its hair. Miss Betsy asked them for advice When Captain Brown did say, " Make her a flannel petticoat And jacket of dark gray. ' ' Unless you wish the beast to die That only can you do. " Miss Betsy quickly wiped her eyes And said, " My friend thank you! " In a short time, the people all Assembled for to see The cow, in dark gray flannel draped. With frills around each knee. The cow recovered from its shock I ' m very glad to say. And I ' ve had news from Cranford town The cow ' s alive to-day. Eileen Fosbery, IV. b.  Mah Jong Mah Jong is very beautiful and sweet, As nice as one could ever wish to meet. She ' s tall and dark and of the greatest fame For after her is named that wondrous game Mah Jong. Pah John keeps all the books and the accounts He adds, subtracts and doubles great amounts. A true and gentle Chinaman is he. And as one he is very proud to be Pah Jong. The eldest child, the only girl in fact Would go down to Woo-Chang and learn to act. The Flower of the family without doubt, She ' s popular and all the time is out. Girl Jong. The eldest son is noisy, rough and rude His manners impolite and very crude. He smokes a lot and puffs and blows about, They call him Wind, it suits him well no doubt. Wind Jong. The second son a dreamer straight and plain Would have St. George ' s days come back again. He ' s dragon mad both red and green and white, I ' m sure he dreams about them every night. Young Jong. The third son Pong is gentle meek and good. He does the things that every good boy should. And he will someday like his father be, A noble Chinese Character is he. Pong Jong. The fourth son Gong a carpenter will be. That from his youth was very plain to see. He makes all sorts of things from Bamboo reeds. He tries to make Bamboo supply all needs. Gong Jong.  The fifth son Chou, the youngest Httle Jong, Draws big and Httle circles all day long. To be a mathematician is his aim And to rob Euclid of his world wide fame. Chou Jong. They all have passed, my song is at an end. Each one to the whole world is a great friend. Here you may see that all are not the same, I hope you ' ll always hke to play that game, Mah Jong. Eileen Peters, Form V. a. Sugaring ONE of the pleasantest seasons of the year in the country is the early Spring. Not only are the birds coming back from their winter trip South, the buds on tree and bush beginning to swell, and the fields to take on a slightly green tinge, but in the woods the snow is vanishing, and in the trees the sap is stirring. It was such a Spring as this when all the family went, as we always do for the Easter hcHdays, to the farm. The farm lies between two sloping hills, on whose sides the snow had not com- pletely vanished, and stretches to the edge of a large lake — blue in summer, but in the early dawn of spring white and icy. All the lower part of the property is one large hay- field, broken here and there by occasional stone-piles, but on the whole open and clear of trees. The attraction of the place at this time of year lies at the end of the farm furthest from the lake. Here, in the midst of a large wood of maples and evergreens, covering about sixty acres, stands a little hut of boards, which by virtue of the manufacture carried on within it, is called the Sugar-house. It was to this spot that we hastened the morning after our arrival at the farm. As the apparatus had not been used for two years, many holes had to be soldered before the pans could be used. This done, and armed with a pail of spiles, an augur and hammer, we set off to tap the trees at whose feet buckets had been laid the day before. It was great fun to wade through the drifted snow to a tree, and after boring a hole in its side, and hammering in the spout, to see the sweet, water-like sap run out in a small trickle. About a hundred trees were tapped in this way, and a shining bucket hung on the side of each. Then we left the wood, so silent before, but now echoing to the drip-drip of the sap as it fell into the tin pails. For a day and a half nothing was done in the backwoods, while we waited for the buckets to fill. Then one morning bright and early, the horses were hitched to the sleigh, on which a great hogshead had been placed, and the whole family with shouts of joy fared forth to gather the sap. Standing on the sleigh, it was all one person could do to [ 28 ] take the overflowing pails from the arms of the others, who had, with some spiUing of sap into their topboots and much laughter, stumbled with them from the trees to the sleigh through the snow. At last the hogshead was full, and taken back to camp, and now it was time to " fire up! " The pans were filled with the water which was ultimately to become syrup, and a roaring fire lighted under them. Soon the flat pans were boiling furiously, the steam so dense that it was impossible to see even across the little house, while the boiler in which most of the sap was stored threatened instantly to boil over, and required con- stant attention. Our heir became wet with steam and our faces with toil, and the pans continued to boil. For two days more a fire was kept going, only dying down during the night. We children took turns in carrying our dinner up to the woods, so that the boiling might not stop for a second. The colourless sap had now become a yellow brown, and had a decided flavour of syrup. At last it reached a temperature of 219°, and was pronounced ready to be taken off. The pans were lifted bodily from the fire, and the syrup strained through heavy felt into milk cans procured for the purpose. Then it was carried to the house where in a tremendous copper kettle it went through the last stages of its transformation. Gradually degree by degree it rose in temperature, getting thicker and thicker, and more and more like the maple sugar which is seen in grocer-shops. Those who had watched over the sap from its earliest appearance out of the trees, watched over it now, v hile they reaped the fruits of their labour in many a sticky piece of hardening syrup spread on platefuls of snow. At last 238° was reached — the temperature of soft sugar. The pot was taken from the stove the birch-bark cones which had been made that morning, filled; and the rest of the cooling, taffy-like syrup after being beaten, was poured into lard tins, there to cool and harden. Sugar was a debarred subject both that evening and the next day, for we had all eaten so much and become so sticky and sugary, that for the time being everyone was completely satisfied. We had made fifty pounds of soft sugar during the ten days of our stay, and had found the making of it one of the most interesting and pleasant experiences we had ever had. ' HE first words that I ever remember hearing are, " Well thank goodness that pair is finished. " And happy, right across from me was a nice low miirror where I could get a good view of myself. I was very long and a gleaming white all over. Under my " sole " was shiny rubber and inside I was white also with a 6 marked in black. I am sure I don ' t know what for, but it marred my beatuy. I didn ' t want to make any breaks, being a " greenie " so I just kept quiet. Presently I heard a voice say to me, " We are running-shoes, I was just finished a little while ago and Jane Howard, Form Upper VI. The Life of a Shoe 129] I think that we are a pair or something. I turned to see that another running-shoe " exactly Hke me had spoken. This at least was a relief, to know what I was. A very tall man then appeared and packed me and my twin into a box and put us on a shelf. Then followed months of darkness shut up in a stuffy box. I rarely spoke to my twin because there was nothing to talk about as we had only seen light for about an hour. From time to time I could hear someone say, " Let me see, white, " and we would be whisked down, but then a discouraged, " Oh, six and a half " — and we would be put back in our place. Sometimes we could catch interesting little bits of conversation and then life did nto seem quite so dull for a time, and once the lid to our box was left off for half an hour and we had a lovely time. It gave us something to talk about for several days. One day our box was removed from the shelf and we were taken out and brought over to a bench and tiied on a girl who was very tall and had huge feet. Many exciting adventures followed but I really like running best, particularly on a " court " (I have learned quite a lot of slang). Then one dreadful day came. I was in the cloak room on the radiator, my mistress had forgotten to put me beside my twin in her " cubby-hole, " when a girl came along that I had hear d someone call a " sixth-former. " She had on a triangular pin with a " P " on it. I think it stood for Pound " or something because she said, " I have to take this to " pound. " Then I was picked up and placed in a large cupboard with a terrible mixture of books, belts shoes and all kinds of running-shoes. I wasn ' t a bit bored because I soon made friends with the other shoes and they told me all about themselves. One time my owner came and after rummaging through the shoes she picked me up and looked inside of me and whispered to another girl (not a " pound " ) " This isn ' t marked, I think I will leave it here. No more detentions for me. " About Christmas time (I know because I heard one girl ask another what she wanted for Christmas) I was picked up with our clique (for black ones and me) and sent to a place with 0-R-P-H-A-N-A-G-E- written across the door in large letters. After being taken into the house I was picked up and quickly cast aside again with " Begore, an odd one. " I am no longer white but a kind of dirty gray and I am telHng my sad tale from the depths of a garbage can. It was not all sad but I didn ' t think that I would end here and hope that my history will be a lesson to girls, to have pity on us running-shoes. Celeste Belnap, Form III. b  Lament of the Fifth Form Clock (A True Story) I am very badly treated ' Cau.se I cannot tell the time, I ' ve nothing else to do all day And so I ' ll write this rhyme. My face is ah disfigured, And my back is very sore ; I liv e a very boring life Behind the cupboard door. I used to have a smiling face As clean and smooth as satin. I sat upon the teacher ' s desk And cheered the girls at Latin. I could say all Milton ' s poems I knew theorem thirty-two Was attentive to the lessons And interested too. Was careful not to tell a lie. Was never " fast, " nor " slow. " I really cannot understand Why they should treat me so ! But they often tipped me over, And they dropped me on the floor ! I have never known such treatment In all my life before. First of all they broke my works. And then they cracked my face; For a clock who ' s been so faithful It ' s a terrible disgrace!  But the Fifth don ' t think it matters, They don ' t care about my pain ! And I know if I were on the desk They ' d knock me off again. So, here I am, behind the door, Upon the cupboard shelf And I find it very lonely In the dark, all by myself. So, if you ' ve any money left To spend upon repairs. Don ' t forget the broken clock In the class-room just up stairs. . A. Clock. — V. a. The Capsize of a Paper Boat A paper boat from port set out. With a crew both brave and stout ; Of paper too. The captain he remained aloft, Surveyed the troubled waters oft, A tempest blew. The second day the thunder crashed, And forked blue lightning brightly flashed Across the sky. Great sheets of rain in torrents fell. And caused the dashing waves to swell Like mountains high : They overwhelmed the paper boat And very soon she ceased to float And then went down, While her courageous paper crew Stood proudly up as sailors do Prepared to drown. And on the bank of the little stream, A youthful sailor wept to view His faulty paper boat capsize, The captain and his gallant crew All go down before his eyes. Elizabeth Tooke. — FormV. a.  ' ' If " If you can come to school and not be swanky, And yet not be too shy to say a word; If you can smile when you feel long and lanky, But let yourself be seen, not too much heard; If you can go at games and gym. and lessons With all your heart until you get them done. And not be full of wrongs and deep oppressions. But just be ready for your share of fun; If you can still play up though you are losing But not be too conceited if you win; If you can be quite fair in any choosing And put the best man, not your best friend in ; If you can see your dearest hopes like bubbles Break up and float away before your eyes And still not make the whole world hear your troubles And listen to your groanings and your sighs. If you can keep the rules and not be goody And make the others, yet not seem to boss ; If you are cheerful and not one bit moody And not inclined to give your head a toss ; If you can make true friends — and if you keep them, And stick up for them every chance you get, Why then your life at school will be all pleasure And your memory one Traf. never will forget. Shirley Sampson, Va. Miss Leach ' s Lecture N the second of October Miss Leach gave us an interesting lecture on Wordsworth. She had lived among the Cumberland hills about which Wordsworth wrote so many poems, and therefore was able to describe a vivid pict ure of the scenery. Wordsworth was born at Cockermouth, a beautiful lake district, surrounded by mountains. Miss Leach showed us a few pictures, which illustrated the clear blue lakes and purple hills of Wordsvv orth ' s birth-place. As a nature poet Wordsworth was greatest, thus Miss Leach depicted him; and by the end of the lecture we all realized how much we owe Wordsworth through his binding, inspiring poems. Ernestine Ellis, V. a.  3 rMf»a -n School Chronicle JUNE 1st.— MATCH WITH MISS EDGAR ' S SCHOOL. While none that vSaw them could divine To which side conquest would incline. " JUNE 8th.— SHIELD COMPETITION. Awake ! Arise ! Or be forever fallen ! ' ' JUNE 15th.— CLOSING. " The great important day. " SEPTEMBER 18th.— OPENING. ' ' We from today my friend, will date The opening of the year. " OCTOBER 22nd.— MISS ATTLEE ' S LECTURE ON NELSON. Trafalgar Day " One of the few, the immortal names That were born not to die. " OCTOBER 29th.— MISS LEACH ' S LECTURE ON WORDSWORTH. " Knowing that nature never did betray The heart that loved her. " NOVEMBER 29th.— MATCH WITH MISS EDGAR ' S. " And to conclude, the victory fell on us. " DECEMBER 8th.— WATCH WITH MACDONALD. " When Greeks joined Greeks, then was the tug of war. " DECEMBER 20th.— CHRISTMAS HOLIDAYS. " Pleasure and action make the hours seem short. " JANUARY 9th.— vSCHOOL OPENING. " All things be ready if our minds be so. "  JANUARY 21sT.— MR. CARSLEY ' S LECTURE. " Let observation with extensive view Survey mankind, from China to Peru. " JANUARY 26th.— MATCH WITH MACDONALD. ' ' What though the field be lost ? All is not lost. " JANUARY 29th.— MISvS ARCHIBALD ' S LECTURE. " Speak the King ' s English, I prithee. " FEBRUARY 1st.— LATIN PLAYS. " Date operam, adeste aequo animo per silentium. " FEBRUARY 7th.— MISS FIELD ' S FAREWELL ADDRESS. " To know, to esteem, to love — and then to part. " FEBRUARY 22nd.— FIFTH FORM SKATING PARTY. " And all went merry as a marriage bell. " MARCH 21sT.— GYM. DEMONSTRATION. " Let us do, or die. " APRIL 4th.— SECOND FORM FRENCH PLAY. ' ' II f aut vous souvenir Que la flatterie, la cajolerie . Trompent toujours. " APRIL 7th.— MATCH WITH MISS EDGAR ' S " Thus far our fortune keeps an upward course. " APRIL 10th.— EASTER HOLIDAYS. " Make haste, your morning tasks resign. Come forth, and feel the sun. " APRIL 23rd.— SCHOOL OPENING. ' ' Nor cast one longing, lingering look behind. MAY 7th.— PROFESSOR RAMSAY TRAQUAIR ' S LECTURE. " Loveliness needs not the foreign aid or ornament. " MAY 24th.— HOLIDAY. " Youth at the prow, and Pleasure at the helm. " MAY 30th.— THE HOUSE PLAY.— " PYGAMALION AND GALATEA. ' ' ' The gods have worked a miracle And brought to life my statue Galatea. " Magazines Representatives Form Special VI. — Upper V. — Lower V. — IV. A.— IV. B. III. A.— III. B.— Upper II. — II. H. McGregor N. SULLIVAN E. ROBINSON R. BISHOP E. FOSBERY M. BAIN C. BELNAP. J. WALKER B. VAUGHAN. Mission Representatives upper VI.- B. CARTER Lower VI.- M. DIXON VI. special — K. TAYLOR Upper V.- E. ELLIS Lower V.- E. ROBINSON IV. A., — E. MILLER IV. B. — M. SUMNER III. A. J. LAMB III. B. M. HEARN Upper II.- L. BIRKS II.- G. DAVIES Upper I.— J. ARCHIBALD Mission Box Collection Japanese Relief Fund $60.00 Federated Charities 50.00 Children ' s Memorial Hospital 50.00 Grace Dart Home 30.00 Labrador Mission 60.00 Victorian Order of Nurses ' 50.00 Chalmer ' s House 40.00 School for Crippled Children 40.00 Total .$380.00  The Hallowe ' en Masquerade ON November 2nd, the boarders gave a Hallowe ' en Paper Masquerade. The Assembly Hall cast off its everyday air of severity for one of festivity. It was decorated in orange and black, with large yellow pumpkins, containing Hghted candles, on the stage and in the corners of the room. The Staff were assembled on the platform, and about eight o ' clock the masquerade began with a procession. What an array of colours filed past! Columbine in frilly black and white — a Latin grammar in red, and a French grammar — a mysterious Question Mark — three jolly Xmas Crackers in black and orange, — a shepherdess — a dainty Watteau Lady — a flasHng Senorita in scarlet — Harlequin — Pierrot — and Pierrette — nearly all countries, classes, and seasons represented. After the procession masks were discarded and the dancing began. The time passed quickly and merrily; indeed, too quickly — for it seemed but a short time after the opening march that supper was served. About ten o ' clock, costumes, by this time a little bedraggled, and lacking soms of the rosettes and ribbons they had begun the evening with, were hastily patted and smoothed into shape for the grand march. Excitement was great when the head mistress stood up to present the prizes. The prize was won by the Xmas Crackers, amidst en- thusiastic applause. The party now began to break up, and the merry-makers to start regretfully home. Soon the hall was left empty, the last candle in its pumpkin burnt out, the last echo of recent laughter stilled; and who shall say what wraiths may not have risen up from the paper-strewn floor to dance, noiselessly, in the silence of the misty November night ? Eunice Meekison. — Form Upper V. Mr. Carsley ' s Lecture A MOST instructive lecture on Sourth America was given to the School, November 21st, by Mr. Carsley, who had recently returned from a trip through that inter- esting continent. Mr. Carsley showed us many pictures and curios of South America, and then we sailed with him down the Panama Canal, past the equator and soon mounted into the country. We followed the coast-line south, through Lima, the capital of Peru, and saw the most imposing cathedral in South America. We rested at Arequipa, the city with the interesting market, we saw Ciyco, the ancient capital of the Incas, filled with reminders of the vanished native rulers. Mounting we visited Lake Titicaca, the largest lake in South America, situated twelve thousand feet high in the Andes. Near this lake were the Tahuanco Ruins, the remains of temples, palaces and burial places of ancient inhabitants. In the high plateaux of the chain of the Andes, we passed through La Pas and saw the Borax Lakes, covered with white foam, the rich nitrate fields of Chile, Valparaiso and Santiago the capital of Chile overlooked by the snow-capped mountains. Crossing the country from Santiago to Buenos Aires, in the very heart of the Andes, stands a remarkable statue of Christ, erected to celebrate the peace between Chile and Argentine. We then passed into Montevideo the capital of Uruguay, an attractive town whose prin- cipal thoroughfare is recognised as one of the finest streets in South America. Journey-  ing on to Santos we saw the great cattle ranches and wool factories. Lao Paolo is noted for its beautiful flower beds. Then passing through the coffee fields we arrived at Rio Janiero from whence we set sail for New York. While passing the West Indies, in the evening it was extremely hot, but the following morning the ship was covered with ice! Mr. Carsley brought to hght so many significant, and generally unknown facts of this continent, that he held the absolute attention of his delighted audience. The speaker had travelled extensively through South America and not only did he explain to us the foremost characteristics but also the interesting bits which one may gather in the nooks and crannies of foreign lands. To many his lecture was a great revelation, and all were stimulated to a greater interest in this country with its inspiring future. It is not often that we have the privilege of hearing a traveller of Mr. Carsley ' s experience and know- ledge, but when we do, every girl is grateful for the opportunity. Olive Scobell, Form Upper VI. The Fifth Form Skating Party THE lower hall, stairs, and trunk " ante-room " were filled with excited, warmly wrapped up, girls on the Fifteenth of February. Woollen caps were pulled over dancing eyes, fur coats and snug sweaters muffled dancing figures and the flash of newly sharpened skates gleamed from every quarter. The Fifth Form girls, very mysterious, and thor- oughly hospitable were the first to leave with their skates securely laced. The calm people, whose excited fingers did not put their laces in the wrong hole every time, next departed and were heard exclaiming how bitterly cold it was. A few minutes later they were followed by a laughing group of happy girls who had at last conquered their all too willing fingers, and these in turn left a few sad, eager people knotting broken shoe- laces meditatively. As the girls approached the rink strains of music greeted their ears and with great delight they saw, upon drawing nearer, two Victrolas firmly stationed at either end of the rink and heard them valiantly pouring forth stirring music. The rink soon was a moving mass of rhythmically swaying and occasionally discordantly falling people. The moon, a perfect round, beamed down upon the laughing, happy crowd. What joy to keep in time to the melodious strains of " Little Butterfly " and then, upon arriv- ing at the opposite end of the rink to strike forward with renewed energy to the lilting tune of the " Highland Fling! " The ice a flawless expanse, the night illuminated by a perfect moon, Friday night and all troubles forgotten, who could help but be happy? Nine-thirty arrived all too quickly. Reluctantly the skaters were herded from the ice by the fifth farmers. Skates, coats and sweaters were quickly removed and all gathered in the gymnasium which was artistically and invitingly decked in the boarders ' " downies. " Appetites sharpened by energetic skating were ministered to by solicitous members of the Fifth Form. Innumerable varieties of sandwiches, cookies and cakes which the hostesses had supplied soon satisfied the hungry skaters. When all the vsharp appetites had been appeased the victrola, which had frozen twice during the course of the evening, shook all doubts of its prowess from certain minds by swinging into enticing dance music. The arrival of parents for their children warned t he dancers that the time of leave- taking was near at hand so with three hearty cheers and a lusty Tiger for the Fifth Form the guests departed. Mary Marpole, VI. b.  i z o OS N W Miss Archibald ' s Lecture N the 29th of January, Miss Archibald, of the Acadia Ladies ' Seminary, gave us an address on the " King ' s EngHsh. " She said that although grammar was learned in all the schools of Canada, there was a great tendency on the part of the scholars to forget what they had learned, when playing or when out of hearing of those who would correct them. This is greatly helped by the frequency with which incorrect grammar is used, quite unconsciously in every-day conversation. Asking us if we believed in fairies, Miss Archibald told us that a little fairy was the cause of her present method of teaching. One day when she was looking out of the window a fairy came to her and told her that although her pupils spoke beautifully in school, they often forgot when at home. As a result of this she formed a new method of teaching, turning her pupils into a regiment of soldiers with a flag at their head, soldiers fighting for the King ' s English. Miss Archibald then asked Forms I, Upper I and II to stand up, and with thes3 forms in place of her own pupils she gave a demonstration of part of her drill. One exercise, " It is I? it is you, it is he, it is we, it is they, " remains in the minds of many to this day. At the end of an unusual and interesting lecture. Miss Archibald delivered a chal- lenge to Trafalgar from the Acadia Ladies Seminary in regard to the future use of the King ' s EngHsh. The Upper Sixth K. ANDERSON " Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office. " " But I remember now I am in this earthly world. " " Faith sir, we were carousing to the second cock! " ' ' And I have bought Golden opinions from all sorts of people. " ' The time approaches That will with due decision make us know What we shall say we have, and what we owe. " P. ADAMS H. BUCHHOLZ B. BYERS B. CARTER  F. ELLIwS J. HOWARD J. JAMIESON J. KENYON R. PARKER F. PRISSICK B. ROBERTSON M. ROSS O. SCOBELL Thou speak ' st with all thy wit. " Say from whence You owe this strange intelligence? Had I but died an hour before this chance I had lived a blessed time. " There ' s no art to find the mind ' s construction In the face. I think, but dare not speak. " He hath borne all things well. O, I could play the woman with mine eyes And braggrat with my tongue ! ' ' The mind I sway by and the heart I bear Shall never sag with doubt nor shake with fear Heaven knows what she hath known. ' G. SMALL J. WOREEN Oh ! what a sigh is there ! The heart is sorely charged. " A heavy summons, lies like lead upon me! " F. Prissick. — J. Jamieson, VL a. [42 ] LOWER SIXTH FORM BACK ROW MARY MARPOLE VIVIAN JENKINS VICTORIA TORRINGTON KATHLEEN MASSON EERNIECE SHEETS FRONT ROW ANNIE JOHNSON PHYLLIS JAMIESON MARGARET DIXON CATHERINE VICKERS FRANCES NEWMAN SPECIAL SIXTH GRACE GATEHOUSE GLADYS MACDONALD NORAH MURPHY HELEN DRUMMOND KATHLEEN BUCHANAN HELEN MacGREGOR KATHLEEN TAYLOR JUKICR5 To a Deer A quiet stream at sunset In the silent forest wide, A graceful deer came for a drink Standing by its side. Timid in the open, Brave when forced to fight, Motionless by the water — A very lovely sight. A movement in the forest. At once he lifts his head, A shot breaks through the silence — And the deer, alas ! is dead. Sheilagh Sullivan, Form I.  Day and Night The clcuds are drifting across the sky, The flowers hold their bright heads high, The Httle birds so sweetly sing While the bees play queen and king. The bees from the flowers suck All the honey from their cup, While in the distance soft sounds are heard It ' s often little Miss Humming Bird. Little Miss Humming Bird has also a chum, Every day she calls him to come. They perch on the branches and sing to each other, But sometimes along comes Miss Humming Bird ' s Mother. When the day is at an end Each little bird says good-bye to his friend, And the dark shadows creep up between the trees And the solemn old owl hoots in the breeze. The birds have long ago gone to nest, While the owl is out feeling his best. But soon the sun peeps from the dark sky. And now the owls must say good-bye. AuDRY Ellis, Form IT. Star, The Snow Fairy STAR, the snow fairy had been sleeping peacefully on Miram, the white cloud, when suddenly there was a crash and miram threw thousands and thousands of pretty white snow fairies to earth. Star is now talking happily to Fay and Snowdrop, two of her little friends. " What good on earth are you going to do. Fay? " asked Star. But Fay and Snowdrop hadn ' t decided yet. Star had. She was going to ask the wind to turn her into an opal, and she would give herself to any person who needed her most. They had now almost finished their journey, so Star asked the wind to turn her into an opal. The wind did so and Star reached the ground. She rolled in the streets, not knowing where to go. Just then two well-dressed men caught sight of her and ran after her. They nearly caught Star but she said, " Oh, wind, hide me! " The wind blew some leaves over her and the men left off searching. Several other people tried to catch her but failed. Then she saw a little boy in.ragged clothes, sobbing. So she rolled into his hand. The boy ' s eyes glistened. Soon he sold Star and so became happy. Star too, was happy for she had helped somebody on earth. Janet Cameron, Form Upper I.  An Idyll of Spring Roses blooming everywhere, Perfume fragrant in the air; Violets, phlox and daffodils All in Easter tucks and frills. Robins teaching us with cheer Many songs throughout the year; Orioles and blue birds gay. All in very bright array. Little green shoots are pressing up Rain is falling to let them sup Pansies and tulips, red and blue. Are springing up in the mor ning dew. . Betty Vaughan, Form II. A Summer Night Every summer night When the moon is shining bright All the little birdies In their nests are cuddled tight. Their little mother sits on top Of them, to keep them warm Then through the night they all sleep tight, Till the sun shines bright at morn. And all the pussy-willows Nod their sleepy heads And when the moon shines brightly They go off to their beds. But the naughty little froggies Don ' t go to sleep so soon They sit out on the pond Croak- :roaking at the moon. Dorothy Nicoll, Nancy Archibald, Form II. Joan Archibald, Form Upper I.  Sambo and the Tiger One day when wee Sambo Was out for a walk, He met with a tiger Who wanted to talk " But then " said the tiger " I can ' t talk with you. " " That ' s all right, " replied Sambo " Because I don ' t want to. " " If you will come nearer, " The tiger began, " Oh no, " replied Sambo " I ' m safe where I am " And with that wee Sambo Of course ran away And Mr. Tiger Had no dinner that day. Joan Archibald, Form Upper I. All ' s Well That Ends Well IT was a quiet afternoon and a party of twenty girls, between the ages of tweh e and fifteen years, were at a camp for girls on beautiful Lake Sunset. All the girls had gone out for a canoe trip except Betty, who was thirteen, Gladys, who was twelve and Maud, who was fourteen. Miss Lewis, the water sports mistress, had gone with the other girls who could swim, Betty Glass was the champion swimmer of the camp; she had been allowed to swim across the lake to see some friends, and was to come back  about four o ' clock. Gladys and Maud, both being unable to swim had had to stay at camp with Miss Chapman, who was in charge of the camp affairs. She and Maud had retired to their sleeping quarters, for a quiet afternoon nap. Gladys, who was much more venturesome was walking along, outside the camp, wondering what to do, when an idea struck her to get into a canoe, which had been left, and go up the lake to see Jean and Audrey, her cousins, as she could paddle quite well. Accordingly, she got into a canoe and pushed off, and was going gayly along when a bee stung her on the hand so suddenly that she dropped the paddle. She had left at a quarter to four o ' clock and it was nearly four o ' clo ck as she had been struggling for the paddle for several minutes, suddenly the canoe toppled over. She found herself the next minute in the water. What was she going to do in so helpless a position and when no one knew where she was and she could not swim? She screamed. Was that the answering yell of the camp she heard from the shore? Yes, it was a camper and she was swimming towards her. When she got nearer she found that it was Betty, the champion swimmer. She got up to the canoe and tried to turn it over, but it fell with a crash upon her left leg, and broke it! Mustering up courage and strength she took Gladys and laid her on her left arm, and swam on her back towards shore. The two girls at last neared shore and those on shore had come out in a canoe to rescue them. When Betty was brought into the canoe she immediately fainted, she had done her work ! Miss Lewis, as well as a mistress was a nurse, and had soon set and bandaged the broken leg, but Betty did not return to consciousness, was she going to live ? All that night Gladys and Miss Lewis stayed up watching the in- valid. Towards morning she slowly opened her eyes, " All ' s well that ends well, " rang through the camp; and soon Betty was well again and swimming just as if nothing had happened, because her leg had not been badly broken and Miss Lewis had set it well. Afterwards, Betty was awarded a medal for bravery, much to the joy of the girls, including the mistresses. Miss Lewis and Miss Chapman. Ruth Seely. Form IL Spring Little birdies in the tree, Happy, happy as can be, Robins, bluebirds, sparrows all Play all summer till the fall. Gretchen Tooke, Form IL  Dawn and Evening ' Tis dawn, the sea is lightest green, And ghmmering Hke a silver sheen. The sands are bright And corally white, ' Tis really a beautiful scene. ' Tis eve; the sands are all alone. The lapping sea sings a low sweet note, The bright red sun Has finished his run. And the branches sway to the sea ' s low moan. J. Cameron, Upper I. 5 The Sunbeam and the Baby Far, far away from heavenly skies A sunbeam travels to earth. Through a window it peeps where a baby lies, In its tiny little berth. " Good morning, my darling, " it says to the child And kisses its rosy cheek. " Come out to the garden, the air is so mild, And we shall play hide-and-go-seek. " The baby said, " Sunbeam, don ' t you know. That I am too tiny to run, But won ' t you come in and dance to and fro? And we shall have plenty of fun. " Margareta Boehmer, Form III. B. [49 1 Maisie ' s Visit to the Fairies THE light had just been put out and nurse had said " Goodnight " to Maisie. Maisie was a httle girl of eight years old and she lived with her mother and father in a very nice house with a beautiful garden at the back of it. " The very place for the Fairies, " Mother had said. Maisie was just going off to sleep when a very faint tap was heard on the window. Maisie sat up, wide awake in an instant, and listened, then came another tap, a little louder, and then another, louder still. Maisie jumped out of bed and went to the window and opened it. The thing that she saw outside the window, surprised her very much. What she saw was a little man all dressed in green. He bowed very politely, and said " The Fairy Queen has sent me to invite you to our ball, will you come? " " Oh, I should love to, but there will not be time to change into a nice dress, " said Maisie. " Your pretty nightgown will be envied by the fairies, so that will be envied by the fairies, so that will be all right. " " I have always wanted to see the Fairies, but shall I be back by morning? Because Mummy and Daddy will worry about me, if I am not " she said doubtfully. " Oh, yes, you will be back by morning, " he said, smiling. There was a little cloud outside the window and they both stepped out on it and sailed away. When t hey got there, some fairies took Maisie to a little room, to wait until the ball began. Very soon a trumpet announced the coming of the Fairy Queen. Everybody opened his door and bowed as the Queen passed by. When the ball was over, Maisie went to the Queen and curtseyed to her and thanked her for giving her such a delightful time. The Queen smiled and hoped that Maisie would come again. Then the little man came up to Maisie and said " Will you let me take you home? " " Thank you, I should like you to very much. " They went home on the cloud and very soonMaisie was asleep in her little bed. When she told Nurse about it in the morning. Nurse said " You were dreaming, child. " Nurses are funny people aren ' t they? Sylvia Fosbery, Form Up 11. 150] Appropriate Quotations for the| House Seniors K. A. — ' ' TOM " — " How far that little candle throws its beams ! ' ' A.J. — " ANNIE " — " A noble woman, nobly planned To warn, to comfort and command. " V.T. — ' VIC, " — • " O to love so, be so loved Yet so mistaken. " R.P. — " RITA " — " I would that my tongue could utter, the thoughts that arise in me. " N.M.— " NORAH " — " Then we will talk— ye gods! how we wih talk. " M.A. — " PEG " — " Is she not passing fair? " E.B.— " BETTY " — " Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know. " M.M.— " MARY " — " A merrier man Within the hmit of becoming mirth I never spent an hour ' s talk withal. " K. B . — " KAY " — " Where ignorance is bHss ' Tis folly to be wise. " S.vS.— " SHIRL " — " Teach us, sprite or bird What sweet thoughts are thine. " [ 51 1 McA. — " VI. " — " Shadow of annoyance never came near thee. " S.F. — " SIB. " — " True as the needle to a pale Or as the dial to the sun. " C.B.— " CECILE. " — " 0 Cuckoo! shah I cah thee bird Or but a wandering voice? " E.W.— " EILEEN " — " Type of the wise who soar but never roam. " R.W. — " RUTH " — " If she will do it she will and there ' s an end on it. L.F. — " LES. " — " I regret httle, I would change still less. " M.F.— " MAY " " What had I on earth to do with the slothful, with the mawkish, the unmanly ? ' ' M.L.— " MILDRED " — " Were they seven strings the lyre possessed? " G.S.— " GLADYS " — " M . D.— " DICKY ' ' — " Where they do agree their unanimity is wonderful. " G. Small, VI. a.— W. Dixon, VTa A Morning Chant in the House Drip, drip, drip. On the cold white enamel. Ah me! I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. Oh well for the culprit in bed As she sleeps ' neath a coA erlet warm! Oh well for the delicate lass Who a shock of cold water might harm ! Still the icy splash goes on As the water fills the bath; But for the warmth of my cosy bed And the feeling of comfort it hath. Drip, drip, drip, On the cold white enamel. Ah me! The tender warmth my downy imparts Will never come back to me. K. Anderson, VI. a.  " Thumbs Up! " A GROUP of girls stand in tense expectancy at the head of the stairs, some dis- cussing their chances of receiving a letter, others hovering about in mute silence while a frown of anxiety wrinkles their brows. One small girl is sitting with her hands in a most pecuhar attitude, thumbs pointing upward. " It is not, " says she scorn- fully, " that I believe in thumbs up, but still B.B. got one yesterday when she did it, so I might as well try. " At length there comes a shriek from those girls who are on watch on the top step, " Here she comes at last! " Up the stairs comes a girl staggering under a load of letters, parcels and papers. At last reaching the top she is hurried to a prominent position and one by one the mail melts away as she delivers each letter, or whatever it may be, to its respective owner. Those who are fortunate enough to receive one, hurry away to their ctibicles whence issue chuckles or sighs as each peruses her epistle, causing those who are not so lucky to grind their teeth in rage. Those poor unfortunates who have failed to receive even a post-card, sit in dejected groups in tlie hall muttering threats against their various rela- tions and friends and casting scornful glances at any who may happen to pass triumphant bearing a parcel. Such is life! K. Anderson, VI. a. 153 J Getting Up On Cold Mornings Lower Dormitory ALM and peaceful seremity hover over the recumbent forms of ten sleeping figures, when, to the utter disillusionment of those about to banquet on the dainty morsels conjured up by dreams, a splitting, rending, clashing, echoing noise breaks upon the stillness, continues insistently, and then dies away into throbbing silence. Some hearty, hopeful voice cries out " Rabbits! " is appalled to see her breath rolling forth upon the chilled air, and turns comfortably to the wall, to continue sporting in the land of dreams. A second figure stealthily looks out from beneath her warm coverlet, sees the frosted window, and bleak expanse of snow without, and recedes rapidly beneath the coverlet again. A sleepily indignant voice demands of the world in general " Why the inventor of bells was not hanged in his youth, surely his contemporaries must have been what a menace he was to the public, and then fades into injured silence. A third figure reaches cautiously for her window screw, finds it frozen, taps it ineffectively with a futile brush, sighs in disgust, and snuggles deeper into the downy comfort of her cosy bed. A light is switched on by a masterful hand, and a brave individual pleasantly dares one of her companions to have a cold bath. Shrieks of muffled horror at the mere sugges- tion greet this proposal, and cries of " Do shut my window, I closed yours yesterday — Oh! it ' s so cold, b-r-r-! " break the stillness. An enterprising person flits calmly through the chilled air, and closes the windows. Silence again descends upon the dormitory, to be broken at last by the unfortunate inmates with long hair, who arise bewailing the day they decided to let their hair grow, and are heard exclaiming that their tooth paste has frozen. Others bitingly remark that it is a known fact that if a window is left open, snow is bound to blow in, so why worry about stiff clothes? Others complain of unfeeling radiators which refuse to heat. Then begins the most important business of the hour, that of hoisting the comfort loving inmates of certain cubicles from their beds. Cold sponges, water and forceful treatment are sometimes to no avail ; it needs only the magic words ' ' You have only five minutes left, and Miss X — is on duty to-day " to bring the offenders with a flying leap out of bed, and into their cold clothes. Nothing is, then heard, save the frenzied brushing of hair, ransacking of cupboards, and hurried questions concerning the flight of time, ' ' two-and-a-half minutes ? anything I can do ? never mind a hair net, hurry ! ' ' Again the sound of a bell, but how different ! not rending, clashing and splitting, but quite a human insistent summons. Ten girls step from their cubicles, washed, dressed, and quite prepared for the onslaughts of the day. M. Marpole, VI. B.  The Banquet DOWN the stairs trooped the thirty and three maidens in expectant dehght, for it was the festive eve of the year for them. A bower of lavender and maize confronted them — these are the old lights trying to hide their ancient glory in the sheathing folds of Woolworth ' s special. The tables were laden down with a feast which might thrill an epicurean much less a starving boarder. Gasps and sighs ! ! Tumbling into their seast they read aloud the verses of each favour and how apropos they were — what could be better than a straw hat with a red plume adorning the crown and hanging rakishly over one ' s ears! C.M. ' s mania — hats I hats! hats! A file for A. J., who is apt to mislay hers daily in the confusion of her cubicle. Toasts rang clearly throughout the room — Toasts to last year, this and those to come, toasts to the old and new girls and more would have followed if the needed refreshment had lasted. Loud was the s inging and great the rejoicing when they entered the " rec " room to hear the old Victrola valiantly pour forth its lusty tune in fits and starts. After dancing away the mad hours until 10.30 they all joined hands and sang " Auld Lang Syne. " Drip ! drip ! drip ! went the tears from the chins of those leaving for good as they thought of the last parting hours. Slowly they made their way up the beloved old staircase along to their waiting divans. So passed the last night of the year — dear to every boarders ' heart. V. TORRINGTON, VI. b. n Mill f-i THE LIFE OF A : OA ' RD£ll. A Nightmare Is this a cake I see before me, Cake-knife toward my hand, come let me munch thee, I taste thee not and yet I see thee still. Art thou not luscious vision, sensible To palate as to sight ? Or art thou but  A morsel of the mind, a false creation Proceeding from the hunger-stricken brain. I see thee yet, in form as palatable As that which yestereve I ate. Thou tauntest me of that which is no more And such a frosting was I wont to love. Mine eyes bulge out with what I see and smell I choke and swallow, how I want thee still. Why, on thy fragrant layers gouts of jam Are rolling off the sides ; it is not true ' Tis the sight in Liggett ' s window which informs Thus-to mine eyes. M. MaRPOLE V. TORRINGTON, VI. B. Hints to Boarders TN these days of civilization, one can scarcely pick up a magazine without seeing the sad story of the man who ate olives with a fork, or of the woman who sneezed in the Opera, with the mournful motto attached that if he, she, or it had only read the Book of Etiquette all would have been well. But so far little has been written on how things are done in Boarding School, and great are the faux pas thereof! Here are a few of the unbreakable rules: — Rule I. If you must get up early do it very quietly and without ostentation. The Sixth Form, who never get up tih ten minutes before the devotion bell, would think it terrible cheek to hear a new ' ' kid ' ' bounding out of bed with a gay shout and a bubbling song. If you are dressed early, stay in your own cubicle and keep the fact as dark as possible. You may then be able to live it down. Neither is it a pretty trick to yank the covers off other sleepers when the temperature is 30° below. We hate to quell this joyous overflowing of animal spirits, but nevertheless — Rule II. — At Breakfast. — There are several ways of keeping yourself supplied at breakfast. You might, of course, sit quietly until some one noticed you didn ' t have butter, but naturally this would never do. In some circles a good kick under the table is considered the thing. The elite, however, are more tactful. They gaze steadily at the butter on their right hand neighbour ' s plate and say gently, " Won ' t you have butter? " In this case you need not waste even a glance. Merely say, " No, thanks. Won ' t you? " and the demands of society will be answered. Rule III. — Before the Walk. — It is quite a regular thing when coming up from breakfast to find a frantic individual at the head of the stairs asking each one as she ap- pears " Have you a partner for the walk? " You being a fairly truthful person might innocently answer, " Yes, sorry. " This is entirely wrong. Instead say sweetly, " Oh no ! Won ' t you be mine ? " It doesn ' t matter whether you already have one or not. Think how happy it makes the other person ! We must always try to make others happy. But, if you want to lose all social prestige forever, merely say " Why, no, " and as hope is beginning to dawn in the other ' s eyes, add with a gay laugh, " I don ' t go. " This is one of the cases where manslaughter is excused.  Rule IV. — At Biscuits. — If you are an ordinary hungry mortal my advice to you is to get down to the study quickly and eat your biscuits before any one else arrives. But if you are late, there are strict rules to follow. When you come in someone is sure to shriek " Do you want your biscuits? " We always do this just as a matter of principle. We never expect any result, of course. If the shrieker is a 3rd Former like yourself, you may answer brilliantly " Rather! " Some, having a sarcastic tongue prefer " Do I? Oh no! " as a biting response. Others merely look. If she is a 5th Former, the best thing to do is to say " Yes, thank you, as if you knew perfectly well she was asking only for your own good, from quite disinterested motives. But if she is a 6th Former, there is no second course. Smile, even if it is a bit forced, and hand them over. After all. the Sixth do need some consolation. Rule V. — Sports. — There is a decided etiquette about sports. For one thing, if you are really good at a certain game you never mention it. You say " Tennis? Oh yes, I play, " or " Yes, I ' m rather keen on golf, " and instantly everyone knows you are thinking of your new serve or your last 200 yard drive. In other words, they know you are the " cat ' s pyjamas. " Whereas if you have seen a game played once, you naturally know all about it and can pose as an oracle accordingly. Rule VI. — Visiting. — There is only one hard and fast rule to Adsiting at nights. You stroll up the dorm, and glance in a cubicle. Will you go in or not? — that is the question. And the answer? If there is one person inside, go. If there are three, by all means ,go. But, if there are two, never on pain of death, never, never go in. It is not done. House Chronicles SCHOOL OPENS.— Sept. 17. " Lord, behold us with thy blessing Once again assembled here. " BASKET BALL MATCH.— Oct. 15.— Upper vs. Lower. " 0, it is excellent To have a giant ' s strength; but it is tyrannous To use it like a giant. " PAVLOVA.— Oct. 26. " And beautiful maidens moved down in dance, With magic of motion and sunshine of glance. " MARCEL DUPRE.— Oct. 29. " Some to church repair, not for the doctrine, but the music there. "  BOARDERS ' MASQUERADEl— Nov. 2. " Come and trip it as ye go, On the light fantastic toe. " THE " MOVIE PARTY " .— Nov. 8. " I profess not talking, only this, let each man do his best. " THANKSGIVING WEEK-END.— Nov. 9. " Now sits expectation in the air. " PADEREWSKI.— Dec. 12. " I heard a thousand blended notes. " SCHOOL CLOSES FOR CHRISTMAS HOLIDAYS.— Dec. 20. ' ' At Christmas play and make good cheer, For Christmas comes but once a year. " SCHOOL RE-OPENS AFTER CHRISTMAS HOLIDAYS.— Jan. 10. ' ' We speak of a Merry Christmas And a very happy new year. " PROGRESSIVE GAMES PARTY.— Jan. 25. " Variety ' s the very spice of life, That gives it all its flavour. " MISS HOOD ' S RECITAL.— Feb. 4. " Such music (as ' tis said) Before was never made. " THE VALENTINE PARTY.— Feb. 15. ' Cupid is a knavish lad Thus to make poor females mad. " PHILADELPHIA SYMPHONY ORCHESTRA.— Feb. 19. " O music, sphere-descended maid. Friend of Pleasure, Wisdom ' s Aid. " THIBAUD.— Feb. 21. " The soul of music slumbers in the shell. Till wak ' d and kindled by the master ' s spell. JERITZA.— Mar. 11. " Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory. " " CHAUVE SOURIS " .— Mar. 22. " A little nonsense, now and then. Is relished by the wisest men. "  SCHOOL CLOSES FOR EASTER —April 10. " Old time is still a-fiying. " SCHOOL RE-OPENS AFTER EASTER —April 23. " When I was at home, I was in a better place. But travellers must be content. " BADMINTON FINALS.— May 2. " T ' was blow for blew — inch by inch, For one would not retreat nor other flinch. " BASKET BALL MATCH.— May. 9.— Upper vs. Lower " By sports like these, are all their cares beguiled. " The Wise Clock I AM a very wise old clock and I have stood in this hall ever since I came from that well-known shop called Birks. Besides being exceedingly wise I am also a very true clock to duty — in a word I never go wrong and it is always I that the inmates of " Traf. " take as their standard of time. I suppose I was given this important place in the hall because I am on duty day and night throughout the year. Now I would hke to relate to 3 ou some of the striking scenes I have witnessed as I stand motionless and silent, save for pleasant tick-tock of my faithful hands. I know all the boarders well from seeing them both in distress and joy. For is it not I who state the hour of all their tasks and pleasures? On a Saturday afternoon when my faithful hands are pointing to about ten minutes to two, everybody from the hall above peeps and peer at me here below, waiting until I have struck the hour. Then what excitement! I often think the young reprobates are going to dash against me in their mad rush down the stairs, but fortunately it is always to somebody waiting that they pour out their affections so freely. Now from long experience I know only too well the time when these young people are expected to return and if I see some poor creature slink in — say five minutes late it takes all my will power to restrain from turning back to the proper time and saving these looks of anguish. But then because I am such a true clock to duty I put that first and let the frightened girl take the consequences. I also have a view on Thursday nights of the poor pilgrims lined up outside the principal ' s door with bad marks and ofltimes I hear this ejaculation as they turn their sad countenances to mine — " In ten minutes from now all will be over. " Now because I am such a busy clock and because it would fill two books if I told all the tales I know, I will end with this parting piece of advice that " Time and Tide wait for no man. " Doris Johnson, IV. b.  Trafalgar House Athletic Association FRIDAY evening, September 21st, the annual meeting of the House Athletie Association was held and the following Committee was elected : — Honorary Adviser MISS GUMMING Ghairman MISS NIGHOLL Captain MARGARET DIXON Vice-Gaptain KATHLEEN ANDERSON Secretary-Treasurer VICTORIA TORRINGTON Convenors of Committee. ANNIE JOHNSON VIOLA McAVITY Two matches between the House and the School were played, one on October 25th and the return match on November 15th, which resulted each time in a victory for the School. School- Shooters: — J. Jamieson, C. Vickers Centres: — P. Jamieson, M. Ross. Guards: — B. Garter, V. Jenkins. House — Shooters:— V. McAvity, E. Whillans. . Centres: — V. Torrington, A. Johnson. Guards: — K. Buchanan, M. Dixon. On Friday evening. May 9th, a match was played between the Upper and Lower Dormitories which resulted in a victory for the Upper, 27 — 21. Badminton A great deal of Badminton has been played this year and a tournament was held of which Mary Marpole was winner. Merit Badges Last year it was decided that in addition to the House Colours three house badges would be awarded each year. They were to be given for sporting spirit and general helpfulness at all times, and the winners were to be elected by the girls themselves. Last year they were won by Mary Beard, Kathleen Anderson, and Annie Johnson, and were presented at the Banquet at the end of the term. This year it was decided to hold the election before the demonstration and the following girls were elected: — Margaret Dixon, Gladys Small and Shirley Sampson. [61 ] The House Colours as last year were won throughout the year. On November 16th the following girls received their colours: — M. Dixon K. Anderson V. Torrington A. Johnson V. McAvity Later on, February 24th: — B. Byers R. Parker P. Adams M. Miller d L. Fuller G. vSmall S. Sampson K. Buchanan D. Johnson E. Whihans E. Turnbuh E. Train L. Birks S. Frink M. Fluhmann Again on May 9th, the following colotirs were awarded: — J. Macahster M. Luther R. Whitley M. Pitt M. Lincoln " POSTIE "  Pavlowa with her company came to the St. Denis Theatre on October the twenty- sixth. A large party went from school, and a most enjoyable evening was spent by all. Eupre held an orga n recital at St. Andrew ' s and St. Paul ' s Presbyterian Church on October the twenty-ninth. A few girls attended it, and the music, and the way in which it was played impressed them very much. Paderewski gave his piano recital at the St. Denis Theatre on December the twelfth. The artist could not have selected more beautiful music ; many encores were given — the girls were much inspired by the recital. Alliance Francaise. On January the twenty-first several girls attended a lecture at the Ritz Carlton. The subject was music, and the lecturer was assisted by a pianist whose solos illustrated the address. Miss Hood. On the fourth of February, Miss Hood gave a vioHn recital at the Ritz Carlton. Mr. Blair accompanied her, and all the selections were beautifully ren- dered. Philadelphia Orchestra. On Friday, the ninteenth of February, several girls went to the St. Denis Theatre to hear the Philadelphia Orchestra. The theatre was crowded with an appreciative audience, and all the selections were much enjo ed by the Trafalgar girls.  Thibaud and Friedman gave a joint recital at the Mount Royal Hotel on Feb- ruary the twenty-first. The violin playing by Thibaud, and the piano by Friedman were both excellent. Jeritza, The great opera singer gave her concert at the St. Denis Theatre on Tuesday, March the eleventh. She selected songs from different languages. Of these the one that we liked best was the " Cuckoo " sung in English. The concert was enjoyed immensely. " Ghauve Souris. " All the House girls were taken to see this entertaining Russian medley at His Majesty ' s Theatre on Saturday afternoon, March the twenty-second. Mendelssohn Choir, A few girls attended the concert given by the Mendelssohn Choir at St. James ' Methodist Church. There were a great many beautiful choruses and several solos which were much appreciated by the audience. Martin Harvey. The Fifth and Sixth Form girls had a great treat on Monday, May the ninteenth when they went to His Majesty ' s Theatre to see Sir John Martin Harvey pla} " Hamlet. " Tennyson ' s " Princess " . On Tuesday, May the twentieth a party went to Con- gress Hall to see " The Princess, " acted by the pupils of Miss Edgar ' s School. Recitals Held at School In June, 1923, before school closed. Miss Sym ' s and Miss Cousins ' pupils gave a recital. After the music refreshments were served, and the girls danced. In December, 1923, Miss Sym ' s, Miss Cousins ' , and Miss Faulder ' s pupils gave a piano recital. Many new girls played and everyone enjoyed it. The Latin Plays the night of February 1st, two Latin plays and two scenes from Virgil ' s " Aeneid " , were presented before a large and appreciative audience composed of school-girls members of the Classical Club, and the parents and friends of the actors. The programme opened with the singing of three well-known songs translated into Latin, which was followed by two scenes from Virgil — that between Jupiter and Venus, by Beatrice Carter and Kathleen Anderson; and the meeting between Aeneas and his disguised mother in the wood near Carthage. Frances Prissick made a very good Aeneas with  Marion Ross as faithful Achates, whilst Victoria Torrington played her part as the Divine Huntress very well. The setting for these scenes was most lovely and impressive. The stage was hung in dark blue, against which the white figures in their classic draperies resembled statuary in their graceful simplicity. The " Tragedy of Virginia, " acted by the V Form was also a great success. The sudden death of Virginia at the hands of her own father to escape the more terrible fate as a slave which overhung her, was quite moving, and not at all laughable as was feared might be the case. The list of the characters is as follows: — Virginia — a plebeian girl Norah Sullivan Virginius — her father Shirley Sampson leilius — her lover Gwen Roberts Claudius — a patrician Eileen Whillans Marcus Ernestine Ellis The last play, that of " Pyramus and Thisbe, " by the members of the IVth Form, was the most liked by the majority of the audience, as the language was much simpler, the action more rapid, and the plot better known. The play opens with a very pretty dance by Grecian maidens, Thisbe ' s friends, who tease her about Pyramus. In a moment or too, the hero himself enters, and asks Thisbe to fly with him from their parents, who are every one opposed to the match. The deed is not done swiftly enough, and the parents themselves enter from either side, and tear the weeping lovers apart. The next scene shows Pyramus and Thisbe each in their respective houses, being comforted by their mothers and scolded by their fathers. On being left alone, how- ever, they plan (through a chink in the wall) to meet that very night at a nearby tomb, and then escape and get married. When the curtain next rises, it reveals Thisbe waiting alone by moonlight for her tardy lover. A hideous roar startles her; she flies, dropping her scarf, just as a fear- some lion springs from the undergrowth. After mouthing her scarf, and emitting several roars, the animal disappears, leaving Thisby ' s scarf all bloody on the ground. Then Pyramus enters, finds the scarf, deems his lady dead, and deciding to die with her, stabs himself. When poor Thisbe gathers enough courage to return, it is to find her faithful swain in a pool of his own blood — dead. She, preferring anything rather than life with- out Pyramus, also ends her unhappy existence, leaving the stage deserted. Next morning the bodies are found by the faithful friends as they come to draw water. Word is quickly sent to the bereaved parents, and preparations are made for I Elizabeth Tooke Citizens Mary Flukmann [Ruth Whitley. . . . . .Eileen Peters , . . . Leslie Fuller . Marjorie Doble Eunice Meekison Anna — her nurse  the funeral. This takes place in the last scene, when the parents and friends of the unhappy pair lay wreathes upon the urn in which are mingled the ashes of Pyramus and Thisbe. Pyramus Ruth Bishop Thisbe Beatrice Howell Puella I Evelyn Howard Puella II Gertrude Neighborn Pater Pyrami Joan Chillas Mater Pyrami Doreen Harvy-Jellie Pater Thisbe Ruth Miller Mater Thisbe Elizabeth Miller Leaena Hazel Howard After singing the National Anthem (also in Latin) the evening closed with three hearty cheers for the actors, and for Miss Bryan, who had given so much of her time and energy to the planning, arranging and carrying out of this tremendous and most suc- cessful undertaking. J. H., VI. A. (Pi The French Play A French play was given on April 4th by Form IL It was called " Petit Chaperon Rouge. " The characters were: — Chaperon Rouge Audrey Doble Le Garde — Champ etre Jean Brodie Le Loup Frances Savage La Grand- ' mere Nancy Archibald La Mere Marguerite Racine Jean -paysans Dorothy Nicoll Colos Marianne Hill Malaimel-r, Audrey Ellis -r , hPays annes Babet J Ruth Seely Paysans and Pa3 sannes It was arranged and coached by Mile. La Motte and Mile. Juge. They were after- ward congratulated on the success of the play. At the opening of the play the Marseillaise was sung. During the intermissions a few old French songs were sung by the older girls in fancy dress costumes. A. Doble, Form IL  Trafalgar Athletic Association Hon. President MISS GUMMING Hon. Advisers MISS BRYAN, MISS BROWN Ghairman MISS NIGOLL Gaptain J. JAMIESON Vice-Gaptain P. JAMIESON Secretary K. ANDERSON Gonvenor of Gommittee S. SAMPvSON Gymnasium Officers Captains. Lieutenants. Form VI. a. and b.— J. JAMIESON VI. Special V. B. G. VIGKERS -K. BUGHANAN E. ROBINSON V. A.— I. SOMERVILLE IV. A.— B. HOWELL IV. B.— K. SIMPSON III. A.— J. LAMB III. B.— H. STOGKING Up. II.— L. BIRKS II.— A. DOBLE Up. I.— G. BAZIN I.— B. TIRBUTT B. STROUD G. NIEGHORN B. MUDGE G. MANN A. GOPPIN G. ROSS J. BRODIE A. HOWARD E. POWELL  Basketball Captains Captains. Form VI. — J. Jamieson, Captain of the School. " v.— N. SulHvan " IV. B. — D. Johnson " III. A. — J. Lamb " III. B.— H. Stocking " Up. II.— D. Lamb " II.— M. WalHs " Up. I.— V. Walker " I.— P. Mitchell Tennis, 1923 The Tennis Tournament which was begun in the fall of 1922, was finished in the spring of 1923. The final matches were very even but Helen Stocking of Form Upper II, by her steady play, won the cup which was given by the Athletic Association, and which was presented at the Closing in June. ... This year again, a Tennis Tournament was begun and this time the Juniors played separately. Unfortunately the cold weather came all too soon, and the tournament was not able to be finished. However we hope to finish very soon. The Skating Rink The skating rink was flooded again this year and those girls who joined had a great deal of pleasure from it. There were rumours about having inter-form hockey matches, but these never materiahzed because most of the girls did not know how to play. We hope that sometime in the future, Trafalgar girls may be able to play. Gymnasium Competition The Inter-form shield was very eagerly contested for by all the forms, last year. Aliss Edwards gave all the classes their exercises, and then the Captains and Lieutenants began to drill their companies. The competition was very kindly judged by Miss Cartwright of Royal Victoria College and Colonel Gilday. The shield was won by Form Upper I, in the Junior School, and by Form VI. in the Senior School, and was presented at the Closing in June to the Captains of the two forms. Lieutenants. R. Miller M. Brisbane C. Mann A. Coppin P. Mitchell R. Arnold C. Bazin M. Earle  The Gymnastic Demonstration N the evening of the 21st of March the annual gymnastic demonstration took place. The hall was, as usual, crowded, with interested parents and friends. The first item on the program was the Junior drill table, by the members of the Tst and Upper 1st forms. Three other numbers on the program were also vSwedish drill. All of these were a great success. The most exciting items on the program were the inter-form bean-bag and club races. These were divided into three sections, the Junior Club races, and the Intermediate and Senior bean-bag races. The Junior race was especially thrilling, and several of the teams were very close indeed. The races were won by Form II, Form III b and Form In the balancing exercises some of the girls went through very difficult figures on the narrow bar of the boom, some feet above the ground. All the girls were steady and many of the exercises were graceful. The rope climbing was excellent, the best climbers having been chosen from all the classes. Besides the ordinary cHmbing several of the girls did fancy climbing, such as changing ropes and the " flying angel. " The high jumping was well done and some of the girls proved themselves light and graceful jumpers. The last item on the program was ropes-and-jumping and various exercises on the horse. Both these were very interesting some of the exercises on the horse requiring Hghtness and skill. In the ropes-and-jumping the highest jumps were made by Victoria Torrington and Blair Tatley. The program included several very pretty dances, among them being that of the Fairies and Gnomes, which was very sweet and graceful. A quaint old English country dance was enthusiastically applauded; and the girls, dressed in gay costumes, entered whole-heartedly into the spirit of the lively Scandinavian dances. At the close of the evening the whole school filed into the hall in a grand march. Prizes and Captains ' and Lieutenants ' Badges were awarded, and Dr. Duncan, in a short address, comphmented Miss Nicholl and the girls on their splendid work. The school then rose, and, having sung the National Anthem, the girls marched from the hall and dispersed for a well-earned night ' s rest. Everyone agreed that the demonstration had been a great success. VI A. Marjory Doble, V. a.  The Annual Report of the 14th Montreal Company of Girl Guides T T 7E are now nearing the end of another school session, and the year ' s work of the Trafalgar Company of Girl Guides is also drawing to a close. It has been an eventful year in many ways, in which some changes have taken place and new activities introduced. Perhaps the most important event of the Guide year is the Rally, following close on the heels of the Honour Flag Competition. Owing to the fact that the Rally took place two days after school closed for the Easter holidays, and many girls had left town the day before, our company was not large enough to give a table of Swedish Drill alone, as it did last year. However, those who were here joined with the 4th and 8th Companies whose numbers were also thinned by the same cause, and presented the Table together. The Company managed to hold its own in the Flag Competition, coming sixth among sixteen competitors. In the signalling we obtained marks; in the drill ; 20 20 in the making of the Union Jack in accurate proportion of coloured paper ■ — • ; in knot-tying 16 17 — and in first aid — ; making a total of 8 1 . 7 % 20 20 The next outstanding event of the year took place on the morning of May 9th, at Prayers. A beautiful flag with a blue and white cord was presented to the Company by Mrs. Howard, who expressed a hope that our numbers would be enlarged by more mem- bers of the school becoming Guides. Her kindness and very attractive gift is much appreciated by us all and will, I am sure, be an inspiration to Trafalgar Guides for all time, as weU as to those at present. We expect to have the flag dedicated at the Church parade, which is to take place on May 18th at Christ Church Cathedral. During the year we sometimes haA e inter-patrol competitions, the most recent being one called a Corner Competition. Each patrol had  a corner of the Hall for its own use, and here we assembled all the useful and appropriate things which we could make. There was a caddy-bag to hold signalling poles; whisks, shoe-cloths and sewing-kit to make us tidy for inspection ; dolls dressed as mascots ; and beautifully printed copies of the " Guide Laws. Guide Promise and Guide Even-song, " besides numerous other articles. The Barn Swallow patrol had the best selection and the largest number of objects in its collection. A Guide penknife has been offered by Miss Young to the girl making the best pressed collection of spring flowers, which is to be awarded before the summer holidays. Jane Howard, VI. a 72 I Inter-Form Matches, 1923 The inter-form matches in the Senior School resulted in Sixth Form winning the cup. The final match between the Fifth and Sixth, ended in a victory for the Sixth, the score being 42 — 30. In the Junior School the Second Form won. The final match between the Second and Upper Second was very close the score being 39 — 38. Practice Matches with Miss Edgar ' s and Miss Cramp ' s School, 1923-24 The first practice match was played on Thursday, November 29th, at Trafalgar. The game ended in a victory for Trafalgar, but the teams were A ery evenly matched. The score was 35 — 30. Trafalgar ' s team was as follows: — Shooters: — J. Jamieson, C. Vickers Centres: — V. Torrington, A. Johnson Guards: — M. Dixon, K. Buchanan.  The second practice match was played on April 7th at the Y.W.C.A., and there was a marked improvement in both teams. The result was a victory for Trafalgar, the score being 43 — 33. Trafalgar ' s team was as follows: — Shooters: — J. Jamieson, C. Vickers Centres: — V. Torrington, A. Johnson Guards: — M. Dixon, K. Buchanan Matches Between the House and School 1923-24 The first match was played on Thursday, October 25th. This match was the evenest that has been played between the House and School for a long time. The final score resulted in a victory for the School team. The score was 21 — 20. The second match was played on Thursday, November 22nd and was a very exciting one. The result was a victory for the School. The score was 28 — 20. The Final Cup Match, 1923 On June 1st, 1923, in the M.A.A.A. Gymnasium, the final cup match between Miss Edgar ' s and Miss Cramp ' s School was played. From the beginning the game was a very exciting one. Both teams played splendidly but in the second half Miss Edgar ' s increased their lead and won by a score of 29 — 15. Afterwards, the cup which was given by Mrs. Lindsay, an old Trafalgar girl, was presented to the captain of Miss Edgar ' s team, and both schools cheered each other heartily. The Trafalgar team was as follows: — Shooters: — C. Vickers, J. Jamieson. Centres: — G. Cameron, G. Scott Guards: — B. Wardwell, C. Maclntyre. Matches with Macdonald College On Saturday, December 8th, the first friendly game with Macdonald College was played in the Trafalgar gymnasium, as the second team unfortunately was unable to come, the first teams only played. The game was very close, but resulted in a victory for the visiting team. The score was 34-28. The Trafalgar team was as follows : — Shooters: — J. Jamieson, C. Vickers. Centres: — V. Torrington, A. Johnson. Guards: — M. Dixon, K. Buchanan. The second game with Macdonald College was played on Saturday, January 26th, in the Gymnasium at St. Annes. After a strenuous game Macdonald won. The score was 34 — 18. The Trafalgar team was the same as in the former match.  Basket-Bail Team Criticisms Jean Jamieson — Shooter. — An enthusiastic and helpful captain. Jean combines well and has some excellent shots. Catherine Vickers — Shooter. — Play is apt to vary. Catherine sometimes shoots very well and has improved very much lately. Victoria Torrington — Centre. — Combines well. Passing and catching are now much more accurate and Victoria ' s play has in every way improved. Annie Johnson — Centre. — Annie combines well, and her game has improved very much. Margaret Dixon — Guard. — A very neat, careful player, and a reliable guard. Kathleen Buchanan — Guard. — A great improvement. Kathleen is a very sure guard and also quick. The Trafalgar Basketball badges were awarded to Catherine Vickers at the Closing last June; to Jean Jamieson on January 24th, and to Victoria Torrington, Annie John- son, K. Buchanan, M. Dixon on April 10th. Balance Sheet, 1923-24 Brought forward --------- $103.68 TO Repairs to Ball - - - - $2.50 145 members at $1.00 145.00 Framing team pictures 3.00 Interest from Bank .18 Inflating Ball 25 Fxtra Strinpc; 1 70 Repairmg goals --------- 7.95 iixtra btripes at 5c i. u gg,!! ------ 7.00 Z Repairing Ball ---------- .75 Fares for match --------- 13.60 Cleaning cups - -- -- -- -- - 2.50 Engraving cups --------- 1.50 6 Cotton bands - -- -- -- -- 2.10 6 felt bands ----------- 3.00 12 Crests at 40c -------- - 4.50 Repairing ball - -- -- -- -- - .25 Lines in gymnasium - -- -- -- - 21.00 Repairing goals - -- -- -- -- 6.50 Ribbon for stripes - -- -- -- - 4.25 5 Doz. crests at $2.50 - - 12.50 Badminton requisites - -- -- -- 5.47 2 Doz. tennis balls at $7.00 ----- 14.00 3 String bags, at 25c -------- .75 Marking tennis courts ------- 20,85 Postage and cheque stamps _ _ _ _ _ .25 $135.47 Balance 115.09 $250.56 $250.56  OLD GlRLS NOieS I ClX of the Old Girls passed the McGill Matriculation last June — Marguerite Benny, Glen Cameron, Marguerite Dorken, Elsa Sommer, Laura Robertson and Constance Murray. Marguerite Benny won the Trafalgar Scholarship and is now at McGill study- ing Arts. Laura Robertson, Glen Cameron, Elsa Sommer, Ruth Murray, Edith Cochrane and Alice McKinnon are also Students in Arts. Alice Archibald is a student in Commerce at McGill and Marguerite Dorken is taking a music course. Margaret Archibald and Gertrude Scott are taking a Partial Course at McGill. Margaret Bruce and Constance Murray were at McGill last fall. They have been in France since January and are now travelling in Italy. Everald Farrar is at school in Geneva studying music and French. Eleanor Bishop is studying Art. Elinor Fuller has been travelling on the Continent this winter. Mary Beard was at the Notre Dame Commercial School and is now a stenographer in the Royal Trust Company. Gwynneth Bedford-Jones has been on a Mediterranean cruise for the past few months. Rowena Cotton is taking organ lessons. Louise McGoun, Betty Wardwell, Monica Marpole, Eva Mihie, Dorothy Ross, Marjorie Abbott and Muriel CHft have been at home this winter. Jean Robertson and Olga Wilkins took a business course this winter. Jean is in the firm of Barron Gushing and Olga is in the Royal Trust Company. Jean Falconer is now at Smith College, Massachusetts. Eleanor Beard is at Macdonald College taking the Administration course.  Ruth Bissett studied Household Science at Macdonald College this winter. Doris Crawford is attending Columbia University, New York. Gerda Holman is in her second year at Sargent ' s Physical Training College, Cam- bridge, Mass. Jean Falconer has completed her first year at Smith College, U.S.A. Isobel Milne has taken her Teacher ' s Diploma at Macdonald College. Among those who have taken up Girl Guide work this year are Helen Drummond, Eileen Ross, Beatrice Simpson, Muriel Bazin, Amy Read and Catherine Nichol. Mar- garet Young is Captain of the Trafalgar Company, and Amy Read has been in charge of the Brownies. Several Old Girls are beginning to train as nurses in Montreal hospitals. Among these are Marion Baile, Isobel Oliver, Dorothy Slack and Dorothy Ross. Dorothy Russel and Alice Roy have obtained Diplomas in the Physical Training Course at McGill. As we go to press, we hear good news from McGill. Carol Robertson has graduated with First Class Honours in Chemistry ; Eileen Russel has obtained First Class Honours in English and Second Class Honours in Economics in her final examination, while Mar- garet Brooks has just got her B.A. degree with Second Class Honours in English. We congratulate Winnifred Kydd, Louisa Fair and Dorothy Matthewson on re- ceiving their M.A. degrees. In addition to this Winnifred Kydd has been awarded a Graduate Fellowship at Bryn Mawr University. Marriages MARJORIE SPIER MARGARET HAMILTON W. GORDON MITCHELL GEOFFREY MORKILL ERIC WAIN FRANK WHITTALL WILLIAM SUTHERLAND VERNAL WILLIAM BRADBURN DORIS WIGHT CAROL MILLEN HARRIET BIRKS KATE ROWLEY  Uncle Jack asked little Celia if she didn ' t want him to play with her. " Oh no, " she said " we ' re playing Indians and you ' re no use ' cause you ' re scalped already. " 1st Little Girl: " Do you believe in the devil? " 2nd Little Girl: " No, it ' s like Santa Glaus, it ' s Daddy. " " Niggah, Fse goin ' to knock yo ' down and punch yo ' face in, et cetera. " " Black man, yo ' don ' t mean et cetera. Yo ' means vice versa. " Keen basket-ball player (speaking of new devotee): " Yes, she ' s quite good. She gets the ball, but she loses her head and throws it all over the field. "  " Tommy, " asked the teacher, " what can you tell of America ' s foreign relations at the present time? " " They ' re all pretty poor " said the brightest boy in the class. In a " general knowledge " paper recently a small school girl wrote: " To germinate is to become a naturalized German. " A schoolboy who had brought home excellent weekly reports at the first of last term, returned with unsatisfactory reports toward the end. " How is it you are not doing so well? " asked his father anxiously. " It ' s teacher ' s fault, " was the reply, " She ' s moved the boy that sat next me. " New Language Mrs. Nouveau Riche: " He ' s getting on so well at school. He learns French and Algebra. Now, Ronnie, say " How d ' ye do " to the lady in Algebra. " The Secret of Success " What is the secret of success? " asked the Sphinx. " Push " said the electric bell. " Always keep cool, " said the ice. " Be up-to-date " said the calendar. " Never lose your head " said the barrel. " Make light of everything, " said the fire. " Do a driving business, said the hammer. " Aspire to greater things, " said the nutmeg. " Find a good thing and stick to it, " said the glue. She: We always disagree. I wonder what would happen if we agreed. He: I ' d be wrong. A visitor at a hotel once heard a loud noise in the room above. On enquiring as to what the matter was, the person inside replied, " I am only following the doctor ' s orders. It says on this bottle " Take for two nights running, and skip the third. " " If you have this coat done by Saturday, I shall be forever indebted to you, " said Mrs. Dubious. " If that ' s the case, " replied the tailor, " it won ' t be done. " " Have you ever noticed that successful men are usually bald? " " Certainly, they come out on top. " The gas went cut to meter. The fire went out to grater. The egg went out to beat ' er. But alas ! the radiator.  Extract from a Sixth Form essay: " Lady Castlewood grew colder and colder as her husband persisted in gambolHng. " Teacher: " What was the end of Napoleon? " Bright Girl: " His Feet. " Why is cleanliness next to godliness ? Because Saturday is next to Sunday. 1st Boarder: I can get dressed in ten minutes. 2nd Boarder (proudly): I only take five. IsT Boarder: I wash. Miss Wilkinson once had occasion to show off what she thought was her splendid cooking to an errand boy. She gave him a piece of her shortbread covered with straw- berry jam. In a few minutes the boy returned and said " Thanks for the jam, here is your board. " " With all due deference, my boy, I really think our English custom at the telephone better than saying ' Hello! ' as you do. " " What do you say in England? " " We say ' Are you there? " ' Then, of course, if you are not there, there is no use in going on with the conversation. " Teacher: " Where did Spenser get his idea of the eternal city of peace and rest? " Bright Pupil: " Oh! the ' Book of Revolutions. ' " A stiff neck is sometimes caused by a cold shoulder. Caesar: " Wasn ' t that Cleo driving by in that chariot. " Antony: " Oh, it couldn ' t have Ben Hur. " A farmer one day tried to count his pigs and after some time he went to his wife and said, " I counted all but one and he was running about so fast I could not count him. " Barbers want bobbed hair no longer. Another Sixth Form essay: " Louis XIV. was gelatined. " Little Girl: " Oh, mother, I made the most terrible mistake to-day. I put the Rocky Mountains up in Labrador instead of down by the Gulf of Mexico. " Miss A. — " As a matter of fact, the way they usually voted was ' aye ' s ' to the right, ' no ' s ' to the left. ' Bright Fifth Former: " But how difficult to tell which way 3 our nose pointed! " What word of seven letters is spelt the same way backwards as forwards ? Answer : Reviver.  An ancient car chugged painfully up to the gate at the races. The gate-keeper demanding the usual fee for automobiles, called: " A dollar for the car. " The owner looked up with a pathetic smile of relief and said " Sold. " It is better to keep quiet and be thought dumb than to speak and remove all doubt. Fresh: " Say, Prof., how long could I live without brains? " Prof. : " That remains to be seen. " Nellie always had a dislike to recite before the class. She was quite absent-minded and seeing her gazing absently out of the window one day during a recitation in grammar, the teacher thought to call her to her duties and saidrather sharply, " Nellie, define syn- tax. " " Oh-ah-er-why I didn ' t know there was any tax on sin, " stafnmered Nellie. In Oxford there is a rule that there must be no music of any kind between certain hours. An un dergraduate transgressed this rule and received the following letter from the dean: " Dear Mr. , I am sorry that for purposes of discipline I must regard your piano playing as music. " A teacher had taught her class that the Equator is an imaginary line running round the middle of the earth. She was surprised a few days later when one of her scholars informed her that the equator is one of the " dangers " of the tropics. " What makes you say that, Ann? " she ssked. " " You said it is a menagerie lion, and if it ' s running all round the middle of the earth it must be dangerous, ' cos it isn ' t in a cage. " In a ladies ' paper a correspondent is informed that boiling hair in a solution of tea will darken it. But most people do not care to have their tea darkened in that manner.  Address Directory Miss Cumming, Trafalgar Institute, Montreal Staff: Miss Attlee, The Monteregian Club, Montreal. Miss Brock, 33 Sussex Ave., Montreal. Miss Brown, 422 Wood Ave., Westmount. Miss Bryan, Trafalgar Institute, Montreal. Miss Buttanshaw, Trafalgar Institute, Montreal. Miss Cousins, 4924 Sherbrooke St., Westmount. Miss Nichol, Trafalgar Institute, Montreal. Miss Randall, Trafalgar Institute, Montreal. Miss Faulder, Trafalgar Institute, Montreal. Miss Chapman, Trafalgar Institute, Montreal. Miss Hicks, The Monteregian Club, Montreal. Mile. Juge, Trafalgar Institute, Montreal. Mile. La Motte, 92 St. Lawrence St., Longueuil. Miss Lewis, 31 Chomedy St., Montreal. Miss Atack, 33 Sussex Ave., Montreal. Miss Pearson, Trafalgar Institute, Montreal. Miss Riggal, Trafalgar Institute, Montreal. Miss Sym, 513 Claremont Ave., Westmount. When You Think of Music Think of LAYTON BROS. De forest freed eisemann FEDERAL ZENITH MARCONIPHONES WESTINGHOUSE RADIO SETS. EVERYTHING THAT ' S BEST IN MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS OPEN EVENINGS BY APPOINTMENT TERMS ARRANGED TO SUIT ANY PURSE [83 ] MASON RISCH MASON HAMLIN LAYTON BROS. KARN PIANOS, PLAYERS, GRANDS REPRODUCING PIANOS ' HIS MASTER ' S VOICE " VICTROLAS RECORDS Directory Trafalgar Institute, 83 Simpson Street A. Abbot, Kathleen, 397 Guy St., Montreal. Adams, Peggy, 39 Summit Ave., Sault Ste. Marie, Ont. Ahern, Doris, 1362 Greene Ave., Westmount.° Ahern, Hazel, 1362 Greene Ave., Westmount. Ahern, Peggy, 409 Guy St., Montreal. Ahern, Roma, 409 Guy St., Montreal. Ames, Mary, 39 Summit Crescent, Montreal. Anderson, Kathleen, Beauharnois, P.Q. Anderson, Norah, 271 Prince Arthur St., Montreal. Archibald, Joan, 52 The Boulevard, Westmount. Archibald, Nancy, 52 The Boulevard, Westmount. Arnold, Roslyn, 22 Ontario Ave., Montreal. B. Bain, Margaret, 54 Windsor Ave., Westmount. Bazin, Cynthia, 4064 Dorchester St., Westmount. Bean, Betty, 320 Kingston Ave., Notre Dame de Grace. Belnap, Celeste, 558 Roslyn Ave., Westmount. Bishop, Ruth, 454 Elm Ave., Westmount. Birks, Lois, 294 Stanley St., Montreal. Boehmer, Margareta, 348 Kensington Ave., Westmount. Bolles, Jeanne, 20 Selkirk Ave., Montreal. Bouchard, Cecile, 320 Girouard, St. Hyacinthe, P.Q. Brierly, Sheila, 623 Sydenham Ave., Westmount. Brisbane, Marion, 452 Strathcona Ave., Westmount. Brodie, Jean, 4295 Montrose Ave., Westmount. Buchanan, Kathleen, 756 Sherbrooke St. W. Bucholz, Helen, 87 Linton Apartments, Sherbrooke St. W., Montreal. Burpe, Lois, 288 MacDougall Ave., Outremont. Burril, Hope, 7 Rockledge Court, 351 Cote des Neiges Road, Montreal. Butler, Elizabeth, 658 Belgium Ave., Westmount. Byers, Anne, 1804 Queen Mary Road, Montreal. Byers, Betty, 517 Lucie Court, Fort William, Ont. C. Cameron, Janei, 25 Grey Ave., Notre Dame de Grace. Carter, Beatrice, 312 Drummond St., Montreal. Charles, Margaret, 57 Trafalgar Ave., Montreal. Chillas, Joan, 122 Pointe Claire Ave., Point Claire.  Coppin, Alva, 38 Sussex Ave., Montreal. Crombie, Catharine, 96 Westmount Boulevard, Westmount. D. Dann, Doreen, 14 Selkirk Ave., Montreal. D ' Arcy, Barbara, The Maxwelton Apartments, 386 Sherbrooke St., W., Montreal. Darling, Jean, 78 St. Matthew St., Montreal. Davies, Gwyneth, 22 St. Matthew St., Montreal. Day, Jocelyn, 280, 44th Ave., Lachine Quebec. Dobbin, Phyllis, 31 Grey Ave., Notre Dame de Grace. Dixon, Margaret, 42, 18th Ave., Lachine, Quebec. Doble, Audrey, 102 The Boulevard, Westmount. Doble, Marjory, 102 The Boulevard, Westmount, Dods, Gratia, 4114 Western Ave., Westmount. Dodwell, Isabelle, 6 Rockledge Court, Cote des Neiges, Westmount. Doty, Dorothy, 210 Harvard Ave., Notre Dame de Grace. Drummond, Helen, 4015 Rosemount Boulevard, Westmount. Durant, Phyllis, 851 Dorchester St., Montreal. E. Earle, Mary, 172 Edgehill Road, Westmount. Ek ers, Dawn, 265 Bishop St., Montreal. Ekers, Marian, 265 Bishop St., Montreal. Ellis, Audrey, 58 Westmount Boulevard. Ellis, Ernestine, 58 Westmount Boulevard. Ellis, Frances, 58 Westmount Boulevard. Evans, Verna, 49 Maplewood Ave., Outremont. Evans, Dorothy, 49 Maplewood Ave., Outremont. F. Ferguson, Dorothy, 161 Vendome Ave., Notre Dame de Grace. Frith, Barbara, 413 Argyle Ave., Westmount. Fluhmann, May, Kenogami, Quebec. Forman, Lorraine, 443 Elm Ave., Westmount. Fosbery, Eileen, 7 Draper Ave., Notre Dame de Grace. Fosbery, Sylvia, 7 Draper Ave., Notre Dame de Grace. Foster, Anne, 629 Victoria Ave., Westmount. Frink, Sylvia, Rothsay, King ' s County, N.B. Fuller, Leslie, Dongan Hills, Staten Island, N.Y.  G. Gatehouse, Grace, 661 Belmont Ave., Westmount. Gilmore, Alice, 89 Gladstone Ave., Montreal. Gilpin, Helen, 12 Bishop St., Montreal. Goodfehow, Mary, 367 Peel St., Montreal. H. Hand, Marian, 640 Belgium Ave., Westmount. Hargrave, Heather, 235 Prince Arthur St., Montreal. Harvey-Jelhe, Doreen, 79 St. Mark St., Montreal. Hearn, Muriel, 570 Claremont Ave., Westmount. Hill, Agnes, 409 Mackay St., Montreal. Hill, Marianne, 409 Mackay St., Montreal. Howard, Alma, 372 Mountain St., Montreal. Howard, Evelyn, 372 Mountain St., Montreal. Howard, Hazel, 372 Mountain St., Montreal. Howard, Jane, 372 Mountain St., Montreal. Howell, Beatrice, 572 Victoria Ave., Westmount. Hoyt, Helen, 111 Portland Ave., Mount Royal. Hunter, Helen 731 Upper Belmont Ave., Westmount. Hunter, Jean, 109 Cote St. Antoine Road, Westmount. Hulme, Marjorie, 101 Grey Ave., Notre Dame de Grace. J. Jamieson, Jean, 4343 Montrose Ave., Westmount. Jamieson, Phyllis, 4343 Montrose Ave., Westmount. Jenkins, Vivian, 666 Belmont Ave., Westmount. Johnson, Annie, Clapham, Quebec. Johnson, Doris, Clapham, Quebec. Johnson, Margaret, Clapham, Quebec. Jones, Peggy, 28 Garden St., St. John, N.B. Joyce, Kathleen, 262 Hampton Ave., Notre Dame de Grace. K. Kenyon, Joan, 368 Hampton Ave., Notre Dame de Grace. L. Lamb, Doris, 455 Mackay St., Montreal. Lamb, Evelyn, 455 MacKay St., Montreal. Lamb, Jean, 455 MacKay St., Montreal. Long, Elsie, 2 Bishop St., Montreal. Liersch, Ethel, 531 Grosvenor Ave., Westmount. Liersch, Isobel — 531 Grosvenor Ave., Westmount.  Langford, Eleanor, 639 Wilson Ave., Notre Dame de Grace. Lincoln, Mildred, 7 Viewmont Ave., Westmount. Luther, Marie, Hudson Heights, Quebec. M. MacDonald, Gladys, 447 MacKay St., Montreal. MacDonald, Gertrude, Shelter Bay, Quebec. Macalister, Jean, 23 Aberdeen St., Quebec. Macgregor, Charlotte, 97 Brock Ave., Montreal West. Macgregor, Helen, 97 Brock Ave., Montreal West. Mann, Cairine, 163 Northcliffe Ave., Notre Dame de Grace. Main, Aidre, 121 Westmount Boulevard, Westmount. Marpole, Mary, 1932 Alberni St., Vancouver, B.C. Masson, Kathleen, 40 Drummond St., Montreal. Mc. McAvity, Viola, 83 Hazen St., St. John, N.B. McBride, Eleanor, 638 Roslyn Ave., Westmount. McKenzie, Margaret, 4172 Dorchester St., West, Westmount. Meekison, Eunice, 47 St. Mark St., Montreal. Millerd, Muriel, 1284 Nelson St., Vancouver, B.C. Miller, Elizabeth, 44 Sunnyside Ave., Westmount. Miller, Ruth, 44 Sunnyside Ave., Westmount. Mitcheh, Eileen, 718 Sherbrooke St., West, Montreal. Mitcheh, Patricia, 718 Sherbrooke St., West, Montreal. Mitchell, Pauline, 718 vSherbrooke St., West, Montreal. Morgan, Margaret, 370 Wood Ave., Westmount. Monk, Geraldine, 618 Victoria Ave., Westmount. Mudge, Betty, Laurentian Apartments, 29 Cote des Neiges Road, Montreal. Murphy, Norah, 415 Wilbrod St., Ottawa, Ont. Mussel, Phyllis, 24 Melbourne Ave., Westmount. Mussel, Constance, 24 Melbourne Ave., Westmount. Miner, Betty, 660 Sherbrooke St., West, Apartment 16. Miner, Norah, Apartment 16, 660 Sherbrooke St., West, Montreal. Munn, Adelaide, 33 St. Luke St., Montreal. N. Newman, Frances, 634 Sydenham Ave., Westmount. Newman, Katharine, 634 Sydenham Ave., Westmount. Nicoll, Dorothy, 1 Winchester Ave., Westmount. Nicoll, Madeline, 1 Winchester Ave., Westmount. Nieghorn, Gertrude, 4878 Westmount Ave., Westmount.  p. Parker, Rita, 402 Albert St., Sault Ste. Marie, Ont. Pashley, Fredajean, 607 Victoria Ave., Westmount. Peck, Barbara, 389 Mountain St., Montreal. Peters, Eileen, 216 Bishop St., Montreal. Peters, Jean, 216 Bishop St., Montreal. Pitt, Margaret, 25 Ainslie Ave., Outremont. Poole, Margaret, 574 Cote St. Antoine Road, Westmount. Porter, Ann, 614 Sherbrooke St., West, Montreal. Powell, Elizabeth, 202 Cote St. Antoine Road, Westmount. Prissick, Frances, 27 Bellevue Ave., Westmount. Putnam, Kathleen, 223 Harvard Ave., Notre Dame de Grace. R. Racine, Marguerite, 215 Westmount Boulevard, Westmount. Rex, Elsie, 617 Victoria Ave., Westmount. Ritchie, Helen, 68 Aberdeen Ave., Westmount. Roberts, Gwen, 149 Drummond St., Montreal. Robertson, Betty, 136 Mansfield St., Montreal. Robinson, Catherine, 99 Crescent St., Montreal. Robinson, Edith, 695 Victoria Ave., Westmount. Ross, Carol, 414 Bourgeois St., Pt. St. Charles. Ross, Marion, 414 Bourgeois St., Pt. St. Charles. S. Sampson, Shirley, Gananoque, Ontario. Saunderson, Violet, 14 Melbourne Ave., Westmount. Savage, Frances, 484 Wilson Ave., Notre Dame de Grace. Savage, Marjorie, 484 Wilson Ave., Notre Dame de Grace. Scobell, Ohve, 271 Prince Arthur St. West, Montreal. Seely, Margaret, 14 Seaforth Ave., Montreal. ' Seely, Ruth, 14 Seaforth Ave., Montreal. Sessenwein, Miriam, 287 St. Joseph Boulevard, Montreal. Scott, Isabel, 577 Grosvenor Ave., Westmount. Scott, Vivian, Maxwelton Apartments, 386 Sherbrooke St., West, Montreal. Shaw, Audrey, 205 St. Catherine Road, Outremont. Shaw, Grace, 482 Mt. Pleasant Ave., Westmount. Shaw, Helen, 1005 Tupper St., Montreal. Sheets, Berniece, 109 St. Famille St., Montreal. Slessor, Christine, 110 Arlington Ave., Westmount. Simpson, Kathleen, 603 Roslyn Ave., Westmount. Small, Gladys, 79 St. Luke St., Montreal. Smart, Janet, 70 Cedar Ave., Montreal. Smith, Carolyn, 280 Marlowe Ave., Notre Dame de Grace.  Smythe, Muriel, 758 University St., Montreal. Somerville, Isabella, 631 Carleton Ave., Westmount. Stanway, Elizabeth, 637 Belmont Ave., Westmount. St. George, Elizabeth, 150 Crescent St., Montreal. Stewart, Betty, 97 Drummond Apartments, Montreal. Stewart, Vivian, 97 Drummond Apartments, Montreal. Stocking, Helen, 4038 Dorchester West, Montreal. Stroud, Claire, 342 Elm Ave., Westmount. Stroud, Betty, 4187 Avenue Road, Westmount. Sullivan, Norah, Travancose Apartments, 70 Cedar Ave., Montreal. Sullivan, Sheilagh, 70 Cedar Ave., Montreal. Summer, Marguerite, 648 Grosvenor Ave., Westmount. Swan, Helen, 635 Grosvenor Ave., Westmount. T. Tatley, Blair, 45 Durocher St., Motnreal. Taylor, Helen, 122 Notre Dame St., St. Lambert. Taylor, Kathleen, 6 St. Joseph St., Lachine. Taylor, Phyllis, 122 Notre Dame St., St. Lambert. Tooke, Elizabeth, 368 Mountain St., Montreal. Tooke, Barbara, 368 Mountain St., Montreal. Tooke, Gretchen, 368 Mountain St., Montreal. Tooke, Katherine, 368 Mountain St., Montreal. Torrington, Victoria, Sudbury, Ontario. Tirbutt, Barbara, 563 Lansdowne Ave., Westmount. Train, Elizabeth, Box 945, Savanah, Georgia. Train, Mary, Box 945, Savanah, Georgia. ffi Turnbull, Edith, Halifax, Nova Scotia. V. Vaughan, Betty, 487 Mt. Pleasant Ave., Westmount. Vickers, Catherine, 4069 Dorchester St., West, Westmount. W. Walker, Joan, 50 Belvedere Road, Westmount. Walker, Vivian, 50 Belvedere Road, Westmount. Wallis, Marjorie, 239 Drummond St., Montreal. Ward, Dorothy, 112 Arlington Ave., Westmount. Wener, Gertrude, 4280 Western Ave., Westmount. Whillans, Eileen, Howick, Quebec. Whitley, Ruth, Bedford, Quebec. Wood, Editha, 532 Prince Albert Ave., Westmount. Worden, Jean, 30 Summerhill Ave., Montreal.  Y. Young, Florence, 15 Aberdeen Ave., Westmount. Zinsstag, Edith, 4346 Westmount Ave., Westmount. Zinstag, Doris, 4346 Westmount Ave., Westmount.  Autographs  Autographs 192] booksellers to Trafalgar Institute FOSTER BROWN CO. LIMITED Booksellers and Stationers We carry a complete stock of all books used at Trafalgar Institute. Newbooks received as pub- lished: Fiction, Biography, History, Travel, Poetry, the Drama, etc. A large stock of standard books always on hand. 472 ST. CATHERINE STREET WEST ' PHONES: UPTOWN 1341-3038 OUTREMONT DAIRY Something Nice A really wonderful Fruit Cake in a handsomely lithographed tin cake box, and delivered to your daughter at school for three dollars. 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