Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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s 5une4925 The Gift Shop that Grew up with Canada 1879 to 1894 :,r was established in iSyg, at 222 St. James Street, Montreal 1879, only twelve years after the Dominion of Canada came into being, Henry Birks founded his first store at 222 St. James Street, Montreal. It was an unpretentious little shop compared with the seven large and well ' Stocked establish ' ments in [which he still takes a lively personal interest tO ' day. As the years passed, Birks grew up with Canada. It is now an institution of national significance — yet its sound, old- fashioned ideals have never changed. Mr. Henry Birks ' original policy of irreproachable quality with a modest profit and a reasonable price — the same to all — still remains in force. Whatever success we have attained we attribute to this policy and we pledge ourselves to its continuance for all time. MONTREAL Diamond Merchants Goldsmiths Silversmiths HALIFAX OTTAWA WINNIPEG CALGARY VANCOUVER RYRIE BIRKS LIMITED TORONTO DIAMONDS PEARLS ANTIQUE SILVER r o Mappmm W(bM3 11 ILCAisrAJDA — Limited. 353 St Catherine St.West MONTREAL COMPLETE STOCK REEVES ' WATER COLORS BRUSHES AND PASTEL ARTIST MATERIAL FOR THE ARTIST C. R. CROWLEY 667 ST. CATHERINE STREET WEST Wherever Work is Forgotten SEASHORE or mountain lake . . . vacation time! Glorious days of play. To keep holiday friendship fresh, memories clear, letters must be written and diaries entered. So the reliable W atermayC s turns from everyday tasks to build up pleasant reminiscences for all the working months to come. (Meal Watermans Westmount 3043 WESTiMOUNT RIDING SCHOOL Lessons: Private or Class Well-trained Saddle Horses for Hire COLLIER HUMMELL PROPRIETORS 331 OLIVIER AVENUE Hartland B. MacDougall Robert E. MacDougall Norman Root Members Montreal Stock Exchange MacDougall AND MacDougall Stock and Bond Brokers Private Wires to New York and Toronto TELEPHONES MAIN 0258—0259 102 Notre Dame Street West Montreal r fO f Hartfield New Wall Street Codes Bentley ' s [ Western Union William I. Bishop Limited Constructing Engineers MONTREAL CANADA Also owning and operating Raymond Concrete Pile Co. Limited Ambursen Hydraulic Con- struction Co. of Canada Limited Qompliments of GREENSHIELDS LIMITED T)ry Goods WHOLESALE open a Savings Account THERE is no better way to practice thrift than to open a Savings Account and to make deposits in it regularly. One dollar is sufficient to open a Savings Account in any branch of the Bank of Montreal. Interest is paid on all sav- ings deposits. r o cfj c J) BANK OF MONTREAL Established 1817 THERE ARE 55 BRANCHES IN MONTREAL AND DISTRICT Established 1911 CLOTHIER OUTFITTER KEEPER BUILDING 702 St. Catherine Street West Telephones Uptown 40og-4 8i-6ij4 Graduation Gift Bouquets Next to her diploma, the girl grad- uate measures her happiest gifts in the number of flower arrangements that are sent her. This is your one chance in her lifetime to make flowers give her the greatest joy. (( We can help you greatly in Telephone Main 4610 Connecting all departments Farquhar Robertson Limited Importers and dealers in Anthracite and Bituminous COAL Special care taken in supplying coal for domestic use Ogilvie Bros. Limited SANITARY and HEATING ENGINEERS Heating Specialists 441 BLEURY STREET MONTREAL J-yom a WELL WISHER 206 St. James Street MONTREAL R. W. KERR REGISTERED Athletic and Sporting Goods Ladies ' Gymnastic Costumes Mesh Shirt Waists School Sweaters Pennants and Crests 466 St. Catherine St. West MONTREAL Andrew Baile Lim ited COAL MERCHANTS ii8 BEAVER HALL HILL MONTREAL " Say it with yiowers THE MOST ACCEPTABLE OF ALL METHODS OF EXPRESSING ONE ' S SENTIMENTS ((We appreciate your orders whether laTge or small, and if inconvenient to call, use the tele- phone- we deliver anywhere. Artistic arrangement and abso- lute freshness always character- izes our flowers McKENNA LIMITED FLOKISTS Purveyors of the sweets of nature Corner St. Catherine and Guy Streets Outremont Branch 232 Laurier Ave. W. Have Your Bob Cared for By the Fashionable Beauty Shop Palmers ISjOT only do you get at Palmers first the new ideas V in hair styles from New York, Paris and London, but they take very special pains to adapt these new styles to your own personality. Q Palmer waving is enduring and lovely. It may be just what you wish for— a deep, all-over wave — or a sugges- tion of natural wave— or any other style of waving you prefer. Q Palmer shampoos are luxurious and refreshing — they add rich lustre and new life — and bring out the lovely natural tones of the hair. For appointmentSy call — Uptown 7410 Contents PAGE Editorial 12 Literary - School Chronicle 35 Juniors . . 51 House - - - - " " 60 Sports . . . . 70 Basket-Ball " - - 76 Old Girls ' Notes ' 81 Jokes - - - - 84 Address Directory 88 Autographs . . . 94 JUNE, 1925 VOLUME VIII Trafalgar Magazine Staff Editor Shirley Sampson Ernestine Ellis Sub-Editors Jean Jamieson Secretary NoRAH Sullivan Treasurer Iane Howard Executive Committee Advertising Managers Art Representative Athletic Representative ' House Representative ' Fifth Form Representative Adviser to Magazine Staff Betty Robertson Vivian Jenkins Eileen Peters Leslie Fuller isobella somerville Eileen While a ns Jean Macalister Miss Bryan [11] 15 HERE is some thing about a school year that reminds one irresistibly of a road over which every one must pass. Sometimes it stretches smooth and pleasant be hind us; sometimes it grows rough and rocky; sometimes it winds among the cool pleasant groves of holidays. Look ' ing back over 1924 and ' 25, the sunny stretches with their intermittent milestones that mark im ' portant events, stand out above all. Except for the few colds that always oc cur when Simpson Street is a rushing river, the attendance has been good and excellent work has been accomplished in most of the forms. As usual, too, the sports have not been neglected. Basket ' ball, of course, takes the first place of interest especially just now, when, with a practise match to the credit of both schools, we are on the point of playing Miss Edgar ' s team in the Cup Match. Whether we win or lose, however, is of minor importance compared with the fact that the team have worked hard and faithfully to make themselves capable of playing the good, clean game they do. Probably next in importance is tennis. The courts were in use until late last fall, during which the Junior Tournament was played off, and the Senior Tournament is being easily fi nished this term. But besides these we have made at least a beginning at two new sports. Hockey has been started although we hate to say how briefly, but now that goals and sticks have been pro ' vided, we hope for great results next year. Bad ' minton is also becoming more and more popular and, for the first time, is open not only to boarders but to day girls. The House has had this winter the very great privilege of fancy skating lessons from Mr. Peter- sen and Miss ' ' Charlotte " of the Winter Club. They were able to come up to the school two evenings a week and by a half ' hour ' s lesson great were the changes wrought ! Those who had been able to jump before now knew no limits, and those who had not, began to see un- imagined possibilities of grace in the figure three- The House also has a new institution, ' ' The Trafalgar House Debating Society. " The problems of the world are thus being settled by it one by one. Not that the debaters scorn humbler topics! Just as they unctuously de- cide on the needs of the League of Nations, so do they glibly settle whether or not bobbed hair is in to stay. We wish the best of success to the Society in future years. In summing up the factors of Trafalgar life, the Girl Guides should not go unmentioned. We are glad to say that two new patrols have been added to the three of last year and we are sure even more will join next year. In fact, the keenness and enthusiasm that is shown by all [12] the girls make the future of Trafalgar Guides very promising. Turning to the Sixth Form of last year, we are glad to say that five girls got their complete matriculation. We wish to congratulate Bea ' trice Carter especially on winning the Trafalgar scholarship. Once, we admit, matriculation did not seem the most tempting of unattainable goals; but this year, with the examinations looming threateningly in the future, we begin to appreciate what former Sixths have done. In the editorial of last year deep regret was expressed because Dr. Duncan was leaving for Scotland. 3ut this year we are glad to be able to say that Traf. has found an equally good friend in the Rev. Mr. Donald of St. Andrew ' s and St. PauFs. We already know him from his talk at the Easter closing, where he showed clearly his interest in Trafalgar. In closing, we wish to thank all those who have either contributed to the Magazine this year, or worked in the advertising section, for their assistance. It is easily understood that everything offered cannot be accepted for pub ' lication but we can only thank those whose con ' tributions were rejected — if, by any chance, they should happen to read this editorial — for their efforts, and urge them to try again next year. We wish the best of luck next year to the Sixth Form, the Magazine Staff and the School generally. C i C K!) K9 Ernestine Ellis Jean Jamieson Betty Robertson Jane Howard Eileen Whillans Prefects Shirley Sampson Leslie Fuller Viola McAvity Ruth Whitley Marjory Doble Form Officers Presidents Vice-Presidents Form Upper VI. — Ernestine Ellis Lower VI. — Viola McAvity • Upper V. — Jean Macalister Lower V. — Marguerite Sumner IVa. — Margaret Bain IVb. — Helen Stocking IIIa. — Carol Ross Upper II. — Ruth Seely II. — Betty Hurry Shirley Sampson ISOBELLA SoMERVILLE Beatrice Howell Helen Findlay Marion Hand Ellen Fisk Eileen Mitchell Betty Vaughan Alma Howard [13] LITERARY Pictures I have Loved pICTURES were the very earliest result of an attempt at civiliziation. Long before there was ■ writing there were pictures. At first, they were not beautiful, they were merely useful. They were the means of conveying facts from one man to another as our business letters do to ' day. But, as their use diminished with the introduction of a simple form of writing, their beauty increased. All the history of man is spread out before us in pictures. The wonderful, unwritten history of thousands of years is our heritage through those pictures. From the days of the Neolithic man, through the ages of Egypt, of Greece, the Empire of Rome, the dark ages cf the Mediaeval world and right up to our present time, we have that wonderful history of pictures complete. They are useful; what is better still, most of them are beautiful. They are not all pictures in colour, on canvas; many are cut in stone, many are statues in marble or bronze, but they are all pictures never ' theless, for they all depict life, they are all representations of the life or thought of the age in which they were made. The ever increasing heritage of beautiful paintings is the greatest treasure man has given to the world down through the ages. I do not think a picture to be beautiful need necessarily be realistic. As the poetical mind soars above sordid fact into a beautiful fanastical world of unreality, so the painting should surpass the subject. As I glance back in my mind I see many a picture which has left a deep impression. It is a very varied collection which fills the art-gallery of my heart. The pictures, in general, are not famous ones. They are not the works of Michaelangelo, Rembrandt, Millet or Gainsborough, for I have seen but few of those. Perhaps if you were to enter that gallery you would turn away disappointed and say, ' ' Let us go somewhere else. " But, if you will step inside for a few minutes, I will show you a few of the pictures there, a very few. Here is a picture of a little hill, snow-covered. A small red house and one single, graceful tree crown the hill- top. I found that picture years ago, it is one of the first in my collection. Here is a very different scene. It is a Spanish picture across which stretches a great colonnade of creamy- white with graceful arches. Before it is a green lawn where a peacock struts, and in a patch of sun- light sits a lady sewing. In the foreground is a fountain with the graceful statue of a child upon it. I will show you my favourite statue which is called ' ' Les Ailes Brisees. " The figure is that of a falling [14] angel. The lines are beautiful and full of life. I could show you a hundred pictures more. There are etchings and paintings, rough sketches and finely drawn designs. The gallery of my heart is very full, yet there is always room for more. There are other scenes besides the work of man which I have loved well. These are the scenes in nature. I think I have loved them best of all. They are always mine. While they remain on earth they will belong to no single person. Three stand out above all others in my memory. I will describe them to you. The first is a sunny summer day. I am in a canoe, gently paddling up a winding river. I think it is the most beautiful river in Canada, at least it is so to me. It is full of twists and sudden turns. The sand on its banks is yellow and at the water ' s edge grow clumps of rushes, green ' Stemmed tipped with feathery pink. Bright blue flowers hide among the grass. The banks are high and at one turning we come upon a solid patch of bright red berries with shiny green ' black leaves. The sky is blue, the water is very still and clear, against the sky stands out a single, great, black, rugged pine. Another scene? It is a still, calm night, and the air is cool. We are on a little promontory over ' looking the lake. The moon has arisen in a deep blue sky and a single feathery cloud is seen across its bright fullness. There is a white path of light across the water and the pines look very black. Stillness, then the weird cry of a loon, silence again. Oh, it is perfect! The last scene is a very different one. It is a stormy winter night. No moon, no stars, but flying gusts of snow and howling wind. Through the black night and swirling snow there shines a solitary light. The flakes are huge, they fly about me like little dancing goblins in the blackness. That is all I can describe, but it was very beautiful. Without pictures, these I have described and many others, my life would be a very different one. In them we find a beauty and a romance seldom known in our dull daily lives. Or else we see it around us but cannot appreciate it until some artist comes, puts it on canvas shows us our old friend in a new form. The words whic h Browning puts into the mouth of Fra Lippo Lippi are very true : For, do you mark? we ' re made so that we love First when we see them painted, things we have passed Perhaps a hundred times, nor cared to see ; And so they are better, painted — better to us. Which is the same thing. Art was given for that; God uses us to help each other so. Lending our minds out. Pictures stir the imagination. They fill our minds with fancies and give us a new world to live in. All the beauty in life that we cannot see ourselves is there before us on the canvas, perhaps more beautiful than reality. There is the colour, too, and the beauty of line. Those count far more than the subject. The pleasure I find in a medley of beautiful colours I cannot describe. I would rather see one scene of a play, full of beautiful colour, costume and line, than read the whole play. I shall keep on adding as long as I Hve to the collection in the gallery of my heart, and, wherever I may be, I shall always have with me the remembrance of the " pictures I have loved. " Marjory Doble, Upper VI. [15] Under a Windy Sky A galloping horse and a rolling plain, Under a windy sky; And the hoof ' beats on the ground, the ground, With a rollicking, joyous, care ' free sound. And the world stretches far to the sky all around — Under a windy sky. White clouds scud over the rain -washed blue, Far up in the windy sky; Like white-sailed ships that dip and dip Through the clear blue sea, and finally slip O ' er the edge of the world with a farewell tip, Under a windy sky. The sun shines clear through the sparkling air, Under the windy sky ; While cloud shadows chase with a rapid pace Over the earth ' s fresh, wind ' swept face. And the wind shouts loud as we joyously race Under the windy sky. Joan Chillas, Upper V. Sonnet on the Canadian Handicrafts Exhibition Colours are here that give a thrill of pleasure. Embroidery, scarves and rugs of every hue. And fairy lace, and textures soft and new, Wrought in many an hour of happy leisure; Or else perhaps in toil by those who measure Each fleeting hour with care the long day thro Because each moment has its work to do To feed, and clothe, and care for those they treasure. Here lies the work of monk or cloistered nun. Of prince and peasant, and the lame and blind. Each loves his work, and, when the day is done, Rejoices that whoever looks shall find His task done well. For when our course is run. We live still in the works we leave behind. Marjory Doble, Form Upper VI. [16] JT WAS a quaint, old-fashioned little shop, and it lay hidden away on one of those remote and gloomy side streets of which there are so many in London. The roof was sadly in need of repair, so, indeed, was the whole house. The window panes were broken, rags and paper were thrust in their place. The handle was off the door, and the bell had ceased to ring for many years. And yet the owner was as happy as, or perhaps happier than, the wealthiest noble in his turreted castle. He was a bookteller. He was a man of advanced years, as could be seen by his white hair, wrinkled cheeks, and halt ' ing step. If there was no colour left in his withered face, his eyes were as bright and alert as those of a young man. He was slow in everything; slow to walk; slow to think. His very motion of lifting his eyes dreamily, and yet searchingly, to read his customer ' s face, was slow and thoughtful. Although his eyes twinkled and sparkled, he rarely smiled, and never laughed. He was always dressed in the same way, with a huge big apron over his clothes, enveloping his whole body. In this apron was one large pocket, which was always overflowing with odds and ends. Peeping out could be seen stubs of pencils, little pieces of tape, half-used scraps of paper, old clips and labels, empty spools, and, winding it all together in complete confusion, were yards of string and thread. Almost invariably he sat with a pipe on a three-legged stool, outside his shop, leaning his head against the sign of ' ' Old Books and New ' ' which was nailed to the window ledge. Inside, the shop was orderly, every book was in its place. The old man would often cast a glance of pride at the neat rows on the shelves and counter. But, behind the shop, was a room in which the bookseller most delighted. The floor, the chairs, tables and desks, were piled high with old books, in utter confusion. There was not one part of the room that was not a mass of books, except a little old table in the corner which had a great many little boxes on it. In these boxes this old man hoarded all the names which he cut out of the second-hand books. It was one of his peculiar habits, as strange, in its way, as Johnson ' s way of collecting old orange peels, or of touching lamp posts as he passed. It was in this room the queer old man spent his evenings, and often his nights, gloating over his books, or fingering lovingly the scraps of paper out of the boxes, by the dim light of a flickering candle. The people of the neighbourhood pointed him out as the ' ' mad old miser of books " ; perhaps he was odd, but certainly he managed his customers and books with a cleverness that was quite un- canny. He never pressed anyone to buy a book, he merely smiled a little, stated the price, and then, to all appearances, paid no further attention to his customer. If that man would gently suggest [17] the book was not worth the price, the old man would get ofFhis stool, peer into the face of the buyer, and gently, but firmly, take the book from his hands, replace it with tender care on the shelf, sit down again, take up his pipe, cross his legs and appear to forget him. The man would invariably walk away, pause, turn around, and come back to purchase the book. Retiring into his room one night, having lit the candle, he sat down as usual on his little broken rocker. Picking up two or three books and one of the boxes, he looked at the names and mused. ' ' Ruth Ann Maxwell " was written on the first; under it in a bold daring handwriting was ' ' Christmas i860. " He pulled out several and read the names. " Daisy " meekly written, but evi ' dently guided by a stronger hand. " Daphne Heart " and under it were the words " given by her husband, " next to the word " husband " in a different handwriting, was " naughty " in brackets. " George " written slowly and carefully, " Harry " scrawled across half the page. Others had " Mother, from her son, " or " My son, from his mother; " " Father, from his ever-loving daughter; " and many others. A strange drowsiness seized the old man; the books dropped from his hands; his eyes closed. He was looking in at the window of a wealthy house, and yet he could see all over it, and hear every word. A Christmas tree was decorated gaily with candles, streamers, and presents. There were four happy people gathered around it, eager anticipation written all over the faces of the two children. The father paused as he picked up his first present, " Where is Ruth? " he asked. " Where is my little wild Indian? " Somewhere in the house a door banged. A burst of hilarious laughter followed, and a few seconds later a young girl bounced into the room. Her cheeks were crimson, her eyes sparkled and her mouth was parted in a smile. Her hair was black and heavy. Her coat was half on and half off, her hat was pushed back on to the very top of her head. She threw herself impetuously into her father ' s arms, while her mother mildly remonstrated. When the little party was settled again the presents were given out. Ruth threw her paper, string, and some of her presents around her in wild confusion. The old man watched eagerly for the time when his book would be given out. Its turn came at last, the girl hugged it and, speaking more softly, she thanked her father, telling him it was what she had longed for. He smiled as he watched her walk over to the table to write " Christmas i860. " The old man turned away and walked to the next house. It was very different, there were no bright lights, no roaring fire, no sounds of laughter. He looked in. Ruth was lying on a bed. But such a different Ruth ! Her cheeks were white and hollow, her eyes dull and deep sunken, her hair gray and thin; she was an old woman. Beside her bed was a table on which were a few trifles, among them the book. She picked it up and calling to a child, she begged her to sell it for her. The little thing curtsied and ran away. With a sob the poor old broken-down woman turned her face to the wall. Another window, and a very different scene. A delicate lady was sitting, wrapped up and almost smothered in rugs, on a chair. Her husband walked up to her, " What do you think I have for you, Daisy? To-day is your birthday, you know, " he said, bending over her as he spoke. She smiled wearily and shook her head. He placed the book before her, and watched her pleasure with evident delight. " I shall keep it always, John, " she said. Always? She did not know or realise that the tide of life never flows too long in one direction. The bookseller turned away, for he remembered how he got the book, and had no desire to see the half-crazy, half-dead little woman again. The next was a happier scene. Standing before a big open fireplace was a very pretty girl, talk- ing to a young man, who stood with his hands behind his back, and a tantalising, teasing expression on his face. " Do tell me what you have, Peter, " she coaxed. " You must promise to r — use it if I do. " She pouted, " I promise nothing of the sort, you bad boy. " He came up to her and explained very gravely that for both their sakes she ought to learn to cook, for they could not afford to keep a maid much longer. For this reason he had brought her home a cook-book, a perfect gem he told her, and as " interesting as could be. " She walked away and sat down. " I shan ' t learn to cook, " she declared pettishly. He argued. Finally she allowed him to write her name in it. Not that she would read it, she said, but just to please her Peter. The scene changed quickly and before the old man ' s eyes appeared a young boy, very like that same Peter. He gazed around the room, and picking up every- thing of any value, which was very little, and sadly with a last glance, walked swiftly out of the room, closing the door as he went. [18] A cold bare room, with very little furniture was what next appeared before the bookseller. In it was seated a young boy of about twentytwo or three. His face was sad and thin. He was musing with a book in his hand. Probably he was thinking of the home he should have had. Of a mother and father he should have had, and all the opportunities which most young men of his age did have. Slowly and carefully he wrote his name in the book, and, with a sad smile, he opened it and read. Poor boy! that he should make his way in life and then fall to a worse position than that from which he started, it was pitiful! The old man shook his head and wiped his eyes, it seemed to him they were growing dimmer. A very different young man came next. Handsome, carefree, dashing and reckless, he was the picture of a wealthy man ' s son as he carelessly scribbed his name in a book and then tossed it equally carelessly on the ground. " Sad days ahead for even him, ' ' the old man thought. Ah, well ! And he turned to the next scene. A lady with gray hair and blue eyes, which were still young, was sitting, evidently waiting for someone, by the window. Her face lighted up with pleasure as a young man strode into the room. He kissed her carelessly and handed her a book. ' It ' s your birthday present, " he told her. For a moment a look of pain crept over the old lady ' s face. " To-day is not my birthday, " she said gently. It did not seem to worry him, however, for he merely said, " Oh! well, count it as a birthday present in advance. " That she worshipped this self-satisfied young man was evident, for she smiled at him adoringly in return for his selfish reply. The bookseller saw her die. He saw the son sell everything in the room, keeping nothing for himself as a remembrance of her, and felt he was glad for the unhappy life which must needs follow for him. A very different daughter gave her father a book for Christmas. She was a faithful daughter, for she watched him up to the last moment of his life, and thought of him continually after his death. How he came to get that book was not shown to him, but the old man rather imagined that she died first and that it was brought to him afterwards. Then they all seemed to appear before him in complete confusion, but he was one of them. He kept complaining that his eyes were getting dimmer and dimmer, until at last, with an exclamation of terrified anguish, he cried that everything was black. But no sooner had he ceased to see, than, standing up, he stretched out his arms, and with a look of eager joy exclaimed, " How bright the sun is! " and fell. The people hammered and banged at the door next morning, but they received no reply. Pulling the rags out of the window one or two stepped in. No one was in the shop. They pushed open the door into the little back room and there he lay« Glances were interchanged, but an old man pushed them away. " Leave him alone, " he said. " Leave him alone! You think he is dead, I know he has only at last managed to join the spirits of his books which he has pondered over all his life. " Silence in the little shop, as the old man turns and walks away. B. Howell, Form Upper V. Sonnet " Those whom the gods in heaven love, die young " — Thus spake a mighty sage in days gone by. And all who heard him thought with hopeless sigh Of those on whom their fondest hopes were hung. The fairest of their children, best among The gentle flowet ' sweet maids with beaming eye And stalwart sons thus cruelly doomed to die Before their talents, rip ' ning slow, had sprung. Oh! ye whose hearts are smitten by such fears From this false teaching swiftly now depart! He who has led a gen ' rous, happy life Relieving pain and less ' ning mortal strife. Though he may number ninety god-loved years Yet will he die blessed with a youthful heart. Jane Howard, Form Upper VI. [19] An Introduction to Geology There rolls the deep where grew the tree. O earth, what changes hast thou seen! There, where the long street roars, hath been The stillness of the central sea. — In Mewomm, Tennyson. HE second of the Ross lectures was given on March i8th, 1925. We were fortunate in having Dr. Bancroft of McGill to speak to us on his own subject. Geology, which proved to be a most fascinating one under his skilful treatment. Dr. Bancroft began his lecture by showing us some beautiful specimens of crystallised rocks — pyrites, more commonly known as ' ' fooFs gold, " quartz and feldspar; and also some fine examples of Labradorite and agate, thereby making us realize what beauty in form and colour can be found among minerals. He then told us that there are at least 1,200 different minerals, which may be divided into three classes. The first of these is called igneus, and is composed of the rocks which have been flung out by vol ' canoes. Then, there is the sec imentary class in which come the bedded deposits, and the silt which, washed down by the rivers, is pressed into rock formation by the action of the water. Thirdly, there is the meta morphic class, containing all the rocks which do not fall under either of the other heads; that is, these which have been altered by the contraction of the earth ' s crust. From this more technical part of his talk. Dr. Bancroft passed on to something of even greater interest. He informed us that the " everlasting hills " and " brooks which flow on forever, " of which the poets sing, have never existed. The dry land of to-day is not the dry land of a million years ago. The landscape around us is only the smile Nature is wearing at the present time. A million years ago it was different, and a million years from now it will be different again. It may be read in the book of history, written by geology, that many eons ago Canada was covered to the depth of a mile by a mighty glacier. Even before that time, came the carboniferous age, during which the great coal deposits were laid down. There were no land animals in the carboniferous age, but there was abundant sea life. The most com- mon of the sea animals were the brachiapods — small flat-shelled, lowly forms of life. Then there were the trilobites, who were the most highly organized of the creatures during that period; the graceful " stone-lily " ; and the ancestors of our modern devilfish or octopus, who were the most ter- rible of all the carboniferous animals. Perhaps the most interesting part of Dr. Bancroft ' s lecture was that connected most nearly with Mount Royal. It was quite thrilling to know that long ago Mount Royal had been an active volcano, and had poured forth streams of " ejectamenta " and [20] molten rock. At that time the mountain was much higher than it is now, but about 4,000 feet were rubbed off its top by a mighty glacier which later covered it. All this is known by studying the rock-forma tions; a great core of igneus rock has been found on the mountain, proving that time and again lava was forced up through the softer crust of the earth, leaving long dykes or cracks where it flowed and hardened. When the glacier disappeared, the sea crept up over the land; and then, as the earth recovered from the pressure of the glacier, the sea began to recede step by step, leaving sea beaches on the slopes of the mountain. In this way were formed the terraces along which Sher- brooke and St. Catherine Streets run. This can also be proved; for sea shells were found in the blue clay where the Physics Building now stands; and the skeletons of whales and seals were found near Bleury Street. Dr. Bancroft brought his delightful talk to a close by saying that though some people might contend that the history of man is most insig ' nificant when compared to the history of the formation of rocks, yet in reality the earth has been preparing during 16,000,000,000 years for the coming of mankind. Jane Howard, Form VI a. Green Cheese The moon, they say, is a silver lamp, hung up in a jewelled sky To light the dusk of the Milky Way where the night winds tiptoe by; And some folks tell of a magic spell that lies in her still, cold flame, The power to grant all the soul can wish of love or money or fame; And hearts have yearned and hearts have burned to capture the moon ' s white fire — To have and to hold the wonderful lamp that carries the heart ' s desire. The moon, they say, is a silver ship that sails on a sapphire sea. And folks have told of a guarded hold locked fast with a magic key. But still, they say, if a mortal may unlock and enter and seek, He ' ll find a chart and the ship shall start swift ' bound for a distant creek. And hearts have sought and hands have wrought to cover the weary miles And take for a trip the enchanted ship to find the Fortunate Isles. Oh ! many there are that cry for the moon down here on the kind, old earth: Who dream and scheme for a far-off gleam of a treasure of untold worth; They watch the sky with a hungry eye for the glimmer silver sweet. And mope and sigh as they stumble by the riches beneath their feet. But if they climb to the dim white stars and steal her away from these They find at last, when they hold her fast, they ' ve nothing but plain green cheese ! Joan Chillas, Form Upper V. [21] A Radio Fanatic O you radio fanatic ! Surely you must be erratic iTo love to listen to the static Night after night? Why do you use your precious time Sitting and thinking it ' s sublime? The waste of money — it ' s a crime, Tube after tube. A man in his right mind, Tm sure, Would think it more or less a bore, Yet what do you worship it for Hour after hour? That radio you never leave, If something ' s wrong Oh, how you grieve ! Such mighty sighs you often heave One after another. You should put away that craving. Stop your foolish, childish raving. Do a little honest saving Cent after cent. At your radio you ' re profane. It drives you mad, almost insane; From such language you should refrain Word after word. The squeaking " birdies " on the wire Seem to fill your soul with fire. How could such noise e ' er inspire Eveni ng after evening? You have already been too long In realizing you must be wrong That distance e ' er improves a song Mile after mile. You seldom go early to bed, Wonder why you feel like lead. Or have lines on your forehead. Wrinkle after wrinkle. It ' s hardly necessary to mention. The radio ' s a great invention, Except when it shatters with tension Nerve after nerve. Leave the radio an hour, or gloom Too soon will send you to your tomb. You are creating your own doom Minute after minute. You are now classed among the freaks Because of the pallor of your cheeks And the love of abhorent squeaks. Noise after noise! Straighten the back that is so curled. Wake up right now and see the world. And you will have, with red flag unfurled. Friend after friend. [22] Ernestine Ellis, Upper VI. Yesterday and To-day In grandmother ' s day The girls were dressed in such a way : Many flounces and one large bustle Made their dresses sway and rustle, While several petticoats and a train Swept dustily along the floor. To ' day the girls are clad Not at all like the long ago fad : They have in place a straight silhouette And their hair cut short or fixed in a net, And instead of wasting their time at teas They spend all their money in athletic fees. Carolyn Smith, Upper V. Sonnet (With many apologies) When I considered how my time was spent ' Ere half my term in this girls ' school, I sighed ; ' Gainst my ignorance which is death to hide In time of tests, although my soul ' s more bent To serve withal my teachers and present My passing mark lest they returning chide. ' ' Doth school exact hard labour, brains denied? " I sadly asked, but Patience did resent That murmur and replied, ' ' School doth not need Girls who complain; she only wants the best Who work steadfastly early until late; Them should ' st thou imitate in word and deed ; Strive thou thy hardest, pause not long for rest. Thou wilt be needed, do thy best, and wait! " DoREEN Harvey ' Jellie, Upper V. [23] The Spirit of Niagara Gitche Manito, the mighty, . . . .From his footprints flowed a river, Leaped into the light of morning O ' er the precipice plunging downward. — Hiawatha, Longfellow. FIVE HUNDRED years ago I stood there at my wigwam door, and watched — watched my people as they worked and played. I heard the war song and the rumbling of the waters, the cry of wild birds in the gorge below. I saw the day rise, full of hope and smiling; and smiling still I saw her pass away. I watched the night come, dark but not foreboding, lighting a thousand stars and that great, silver lamp, the moon. Into the gorge below the thundering waters fell, white through the darkness as the Milky Way upon the blackness of the Heavens. Then came the dawn again, again the busy day. I watched my people working as before. I watched the frail canoe of bark struggling with the white waters of the cataract; I saw my valiant braves go out to war, with painted bodies and with waving plumes. The harvesters were glean ' ing in the fields, and in my orchards black-haired maidens gathered the ripe fruits of red and gold. By the fire the old squaw dried her winter ' s corn J and a thin blue curl of smoke rose up before the — . wigwam. When the black night returned I heard the weird, wild cry of loons, the strange and mystic songs of maidens by the campfire and ever — as of yore — the thundering roar of great Niagara. To ' day I stood again beside the Falls, and watched. I saw a strange new race of men, pale of face and weak of limb and joyless. I heard no war-cry and no song. Where are the camp ' fire and the wigwam gone? Here in their place I found a city full of noise and hurry, of discord, dirtiness and greed. Who are these people, so unlike my children, who rush back and forth, who push and jostle, and have no time for quiet or for joy? I have sat here a thousand, thousand years and watched, and never tired of watching. Come! foolish white men, leave your town awhile, your busy factories and your clanging railways, and sit upon this cliff and watch the Falls. Watch in the stillness of the twilight while the great red sun, casts his last, manycoloured bow across the mist which rises from the plunging waters. Listen to Niagara ' s mighty roar and hear the screaming of wild birds upon the wind — you could not hear them ' mid your city ' s roar — and know how small you are, how transient and how weak. And then go back, back to your city by the rumbling falls. Strive not so hard nor push to gain some trivial prize; but pause, giveyour- selves time to love and to enjoy. Watch the warm beauty of the autumn day, the glistening whiteness of the winter, the waking spring and placid sunny summer, and listen to the music of the Falls, for it can teach you much. They do not listen as my children did. How my great world has changed, and those I loved are gone! They never will return, and I must stay forever and forever, all alone. Yet not alone! When I awoke a thousand, thousand years ago, I placed my foot upon this redstone rock and formed Niagara. This race of men shall pass as others have; but great Niagara shall forever roar through the resounding gorge. Each day it thunders past my rocky home and it shall thunder still when even I am gone. Marjory Doble, Form VIa. [24] Autumn O Autumn, thou art fairest of the fair! Yet there are souls thy beauty can pass by, When the trees in gorgeous majesty Dominate the hills, their glory wear Like kings, until the sportive winds lay bare Their royal robes, and their bright colours die. And breezes chill through the stark branches sigh. Heralding cold winter with its frosty air. The fresh sweet music of the month of May, The warm, still beauty of a summer day, The crisp white clearness of December, Cannot compare with thee, September ! Thy golden harvest, ripened fruit. And glorious colour, hold me mute! NoRAH Sullivan, Upper VI. A Vision ONE golden summer day I found myself wandering about the streets of a ruined city. Many years before a mighty earthquake had utterly wrecked it, and now the pavements gaped apart, grass grew in the crevices, the houses had fallen, and the whole place lay silent and deserted in the afternoon sun. As I strayed here and there, I came upon a garden, surrounded by a high wooden wall, and growing there I found a majestic tree which had escaped destruction, and was casting a grateful shadow on the green turf beneath. I entered and reclined at ease. At first my attention was held by the beauty of the flowers which grew down either side of the garden and across the top of a sloping lawn in glorious confusion. But soon it strayed to the house behind the upper flower ' bed. Though completely ruined now, one could see that it had been a hospitable ' looking house of white brick, with dormer windows, and a pleasant verandah. Beside it was a great pile of red brick walls, which by its size seemed to indicate that it had been a public building. ' ' Probably a school, " I mused. ' 1 expect the children who once went there are rejoicing that at last they are free from the sound of gongs and the worry of lessons. ' ' Then, in a vague way, for the afternoon was decidedly warm, and I was becoming drowsy, I continued to pity the poor un ' fortunates who had through long years been made to attend schools in order to learn. Our own methods now ' a ' days are so much better and easier! " Poor children, " I thought, ' ' poor children . . . poor children . . . poor . . I was asleep. I have not the slightest idea for how long I slept. Suddenly I was awakened by the sound of a gong. I opened my eyes, and to my astonishment saw that the school at the top of the garden was no longer in ruins. Moreover, troops of smiling girls, carrying lunches in their hands and dressed for the most part in neat costumes of navy blue serge and white blouses, came down the steps onto the grass. They walked about, with arms entwined, chatting happily; or played at leapfrog and tag on the lawn. Then the vision faded, and another took its place. It suddenly seemed as if it were winter in the garden. The stars were shining, and white snow covered the ground. Below the tree under which I sat a sheet of new ' made ice glimmered and on it, laughing merrily, numerous girls were skating. Two gramophones were playing, one at each corner of the rink, and the music of these, combined with the shouts of the skaters, made the scene a very festive and joyous one. [25] Again the vision changed, and again it was summer — early summer and the grass hardly green. The sudden sound of a bell continuously rung disturbed me as I dreamed. Then, in long and orderly ffles, scores of girls began to troop into the garden, lining up quickly and unconfusedly beneath the balcony. In a few moments these were sent back to their studies, and fircdrill was over. A fourth vision came to me that afternoon as I lay beneath the tree in that old school garden. I seemed to see countless lights burning in the great building, for again it was night. A feeling of excitement pervaded the air, but at first I could see no reason for it. Suddenly a number of cars drove up, and knots of people began to enter the school, talking and laughing. They passed up the stairs and soon the fitful sound of marches, of commands and of minuets came to my ears. Then the people began to come out again, and as they passed I heard them say, ' It was the best Demonstration I have seen yet. " ' ' Perfectly splendid! " " The dances were so pretty! " — and many more things of the same kind. Gradually the night became still, and I thought that that would be the last vision. But, no! One more dream came to me, the last and most revealing. I thought, as I lay looking up at the tender green leaves on the tree above me, that it must be June. The birds were singing, and there was a feeling of holidays in the air. I looked towards the school, half expecting someone to come out. In this I was not mistaken, for presently two girls, dressed completely in white, and carrying school magazines, appeared. " Let us seek out some desolate shade, and there weep our sad bosoms empty, " quoted one. " Please don ' t! " said the other. " It is bad enough to leave, without being reminded of that. " " Never mind, dear, we will always be ' old girls ' . " " Yes, I suppose so, but , " and they faded from my sight. Slowly I woke from my dreams, and as I opened my eyes, the school fell once more into ruins. The sun was setting, and I arose, realidng more poignantly than ever before that the happiest years of life are those spent at school. Jane Howard, Upper VI. A Shopping Excursion : (Enter Miss Smith, large and comfortable4ooking, in outdoor attire. She approaches the shop in a calm and unhurried manner. It is a busy hour, but she has plenty of time. Her com ' panion follows meekly behind. As they enter the harassed-looking proprietor is seen emerging from his private office. Such good fortune!) " Come, hurry, dear! There ' s Mr. Morlan himself. That ' s handy. We shall get better attention, and we may be able to get something in the way of a bargain. " Good morning, Mr. Morlan. Nice day, isn ' t it? .... " I want to see some pretty muslins — something dainty and uncommon. .... " No, not an ordinary muslin, but something distinctive and pretty. ... . " Oh, quite cheap. What is the price of that one? . . . . " Oh dear! That is far too much! No, something much cheaper. What is the cheapest you have? " Fifty ' five cents? Oh! (turning to friend) — we didn ' t want to give all that, did we, dear? Have you got a remnant cheaper? .... " What length? Well now, let me see. How much should we want, dear? .... " Yes, I think so. About three-quarters of a yard. That would do. . . . . " Yes, cheaper than fifty-five. I ' m sure you must have something (playfully). I ' ll tell you what! I shall be passing again to-morrow, and will run in to see if you have found any thing. .... " Thank you. Good morning. .... " Seemed in a hurry, didn ' t he? But he ' s very obliging. That ' s the advantage of going straight to the head of the firm. Now, if we hadn ' t buttonholed him, one of those assistants would have come to serve us and wouldn ' t have taken any trouble. .... " Pity to bother him? Not at all. That ' s what he ' s here for. Besides, he ' s a neigh ' hour of mine, and its more convenient to be friendly than unfriendly with your neighbours. I [26] only hope hell find something cheap and pretty. I don ' t want to have to tell Mrs. Morlan what Mrs. Brown said about her drawingToom curtains — she might not like it! And I don ' t want to have to complain about the noise the Morlan ' s dog makes at night. I like to be friendly. . . . . " Now weVe here well just look around. Oh! handkerchiefs! I want some for cousin Toddy. It ' s her birthday on Thursday. . . . ' Yes, handkerchiefs, please. (To the assistant who has advanced). . . . . " Oh, white, I think. No. I don ' t know. Perhaps I ' ll see the coloured ones. " I don ' t know what colour. Show me what you have. . . . . " Oh dear! What a lot of colours! Now let me think. What will suit her best? Those pink borders are pretty, but she has such an awful complexion, and when she uses a pink handkerchief she will only look worse. And blue is as bad. I wonder whether yellow — or whether — I don ' t know. Perhaps, if I had heliotrope. Which do you like best, dear? (to friend). .... " No colour at all? Why didn ' t you say so before? .... " Well, if I didn ' t, I expect you to tell me what you think without being asked. Let me see the white ones, please. .... " Plain or fancy? I don ' t know. Show me what you have. . . . . " Yes, these are pretty. Now, I wonder — Have you got them with initials on? .... " Oh, S. No, perhaps K would be better. Well, now, I don ' t really know. You see (to friend) — her name is Selina Kate, and we call her Toddy for short. .... " I ' ll see some S ' s. No, perhaps K ' s. No, I shouldn ' t wonder if T wouldn ' t be best after all. Now you ' ve muddled me up dreadfully, taking out all these handkerchiefs. It ' s a silly thing to do. I don ' t know what to take. .... " I ' ll tell you what! I ' ll just go home and think it over, and when I ' ve decided which initial would be best I ' ll come back and have it. .... " No, nothing more, thank you. That ' s all. (To friend) Huffy sort of girl, isn ' t she? They don ' t seem at all helpful at this shop. You would have thought she ' d have had some ideas, wouldn ' t you? But no! (Sighing heavily as they leave the shop). I do think shopping is so exhausting. And it is so seldom you can get exactly what you want. " {Exeunt. Joan Chillas, Form Upper V. My Neighbour ' s Garden My neighbour has a garden green and fair. With velvet lawn and rose-entwined bower, With many a splashing brook and bright-hued flower. Soft mosses, and the graceful maidenhair. The gentle blossoms offer up a prayer, A blessing of pure incense, with the power Of filling weary hearts with wondrous dower And smoothing from hurt souls all trace of care. I have no garden and no shady trees But daily through my kitchen window-pane The colour of his flowers gleams; their scent Is wafted to me by each vagrant breeze. Therefore I have no reason to complain But rather to be full of sweet content. Jane Howard, Form Upper VI. [27] Moving on May First Oh, joyous Spring is here once more! We hear the pipes of Pan Accompanied by the rumbling wheels Of our Baillargeon van. The birds and bees are busy now, We too are occupied : We ' re beating carpets, scrubbing floors, And hauling beds outside. Although the trees are showing green. No bursting bud compares With our big packing case which burst When hurtling down the stairs. The pictures now are off the walls. And trunks lie all about; Th ' electric lights are off because The fuses have blown out ! It ' s rather dark at night because No lights are to be had. When father barks his shins, alas ! His language makes us sad ! The sweet Spring rains improve the soil Except on moving day ! Our van has sunk deep in the mud While struggling on its way. When, wearied out, to bed we creep To seek well ' carned repose. We scarcely close our eyes before The neighbour ' s cockrel crows! If any girl in this fair school Enjoys removal day. We ' ll stick her on a pedestal And crown her Queen of May. F. FosBFRY, Form Va. f 28) Spring has come, whispers Robin, Flowers awake, oh, can ' t you see, That the great red jolly sun Says, Awake and joyous be. Flowers lift your coloured faces. Wake and see the snowflakes run; They ' re afraid, for don ' t you see. Spring has come, Spring has come. Spring has come, whispers Robin, Birds awake, sing and fly. Sing a song of joy and Springtime For don ' t you hear that joyous cry? Bluebird, show us your bright plumage. Lark, herald that the day has come. Let us all unite in chorus : Spring has come, Spring has come. Verse: Janet Cameron, Form IL Drawing: Ethel Renouf, Form IL [2H The Fate of the Children of Tuirenn A Story from the mythology of the Celtic People Into the council strode Lugh demanding a hearing of all present. " Oh, King! What would you demand of those who had murdered your father? ' ' ' 1 should command them to be torn limb from limb ' All present confirmed the king ' s statement and Lugh, looking earnestly at Brian, Tuchar and Tucharba, the sons of Tuirenn, said ' The murderers themselves agree, but I demand only a blood fine. " Tuchar and Tucharba were anxious to admit their guilt, but Brian fearing that Lugh might change his mind said, ' ' We shall pay your blood ' fine even though we did not kill your father, in order that there may be peace. " ' Then hear the blood fine. Three apples, a pig ' skin, a spear, two horses and a chariot, seven pigs, a hound ' whelp, a cooking spit and three shouts on a hill top. Will you pledge yourselves to this? If it is too great, I will remit a part. " The sons of Tuirenn, thankful to find that their lives were not in jeopardy, pledged themselves to do as Lugh asked. Then Lugh said, " Now hearken! The apples must be brought from the Garden of the Hesperides; they are the si2;e of a small baby ' s head and of the colour of burnished gold. They have the power of healing and when thrown they find out the object of attack, kill it and then return to the hand that threw them. " The pigskin is the pigskin of Tuis, King of Greece. It has a power of healing and if dipped into a stream, that stream for the space of nine days flows with wine. " The spear is the poisoned spear of Pisear King of Persia. It is irresistible in battle and it is so fiery that it must be kept under water so that it destroy not the place where it is. " The two horses and chariot are those of Dobhar, ' King of Sicily. The horses are the swiftest in the world and they run over land and water h ' -; " ' Tsio. re e ivj, with equal ease, while the chariot is the finest ever p«Ar to ft-Mxrv made. " The seven pigs are the pigs of EasaP of the Golden Pillars. They can be killed and yet on the next day they are alive again; besides any man who has eaten of them cannot be touched by disease. " The hound ' whelp is that of the King of Tornadhe . She is called Failinis; every wild animal she sees she immediately catches. " The cooking ' spit must be brought from the women of the Island of Fianchiuve which is at the bottom of the sea between Erin and Alba. " The three shouts, I have demanded, must be given on the hill called Cnoe Miodhchaoin . Miodhchaoin and his sons do not allow shouting on that hill. So now you know the nature of the blood fine you have promised to pay me. " The sons of Tuirenn set out, sailing in a magical coracle to the Hesperides. They they transformed themselves into hawks and flew to the Garden. When they had plucked the apples from the bough, the daughters of the King of the Isles turned themselves into ospreys and pursued Pronunciation: Pezar. - Asal. - ' Troda. Fincara ' ' Midhena. [30] the three hawks. On reaching the shore the hawks became swans and in this form they regained their coracle where once more they resumed human form. From there they sailed to Greece, where, disguised as bards, they came into the king ' s presence and were stationed with other bards apart from the crowd of courtiers in their long robes. When their turn came they sang songs in praise of him, mentioning his pigskin. The kmg did not realize the meaning of this and, when Brian asked for it as a reward for his song, refused to give it him but said that he should have as much gold as would fill the pigskin three times and that he should have it measured out to him immediately in the public hall. The gold was just going to be measured when Brian and his brothers seizied the pigskin and, before the bewildered Greeks had time to realize what was happening, were hewing their way to the shore and safety. Their next task was more difficult. The King of Persia was angry with them for presuming to ask for his spear as a reward for their songs in his praises and would have had them killed but Brian, remembering the power of his apples took one and threw it at the king, dashing his brains out. Then followed a mighty battle in which the sons of Tuirenn came off as victors and the Persians were forced to give back the spear. On arriving in Sicily the three brothers thought that it would be unwise to pretend to be bards again so they hired themselves to Dobhar as mercenary soldiers. After six weeks when there had been no sign of the chariot and horses, the sons of Tuirenn went to Dobhar and said that as he did not trust them enough to shew them his greatest treasures, they would leave him. But Dobhar protested that if they had asked they might have seen them long ago, and at once he had the horses and chariots brought out, driving them himself. Brian leaped into the chariot as it passed, killing Dobhar with Pisear ' s spear, then when his brothers were in the chariot he drove off like the wind. The seven pigs were easily gained. When Easal of the Golden Pillars heard who they were he gave them the pigs and went with them to try to persuade the King of Tornadhe to give up the hound ' whelp, Failinis. He had a reasonable hope that he might have some influence over the king, as the latter was his son ' in ' law, but his pleading was in vain. Brian, Tochar, and Tocharba fought for one day against the warriors of Tornadhe and finally defeated them. On the next search only Brian went. He put on his " water- dress, " as the chronicles call it, which must have been some sort of crude diver ' s suit as he is described as wearing a transparency of glass on his head. After wandering for fourteen days on the bot ' tom of the ocean he at last found the Island of Fianchiuve, where the sea maidens were so astonished at his daring and strength that they gave him the cooking spit without question and then sent him back to his brothers in safety. As they were returning Lugh cast a spell over them, making them forget the last of their tasks. He did this because he wanted to get the things they had fought for, because if they took them to Cnoe Miodhchaoin, Miodhchaoin might keep them. Then Lugh went away arranging that the spoils might be left with the king un- til he returned. . When the sons of Tuirenn had given up the spoils to the king, Lugh returned and reminded them of the last part of their promise. Sorrowfully they went to complete the number of their tasks. But Miodhchaoin was waiting for them and on seeing them he went out to fight them and was killed. Then Core, Conn and Aedh rushed out to avenge their father ' s death and though they were killed Brian, Tochar and Tocharba were mortally wounded. The chronicles say that they were wounded so sorely that a bird might have flown through them from side to side. Leaning on each other they contrived to stand upright and give three feeble shouts, then slowly and painfully they made their way back to the coracle which bore them to their father. Him they sent to Lugh to beg him to lend them the magic pigskin to heal their wounds. But [31] Lugh would not because he had depended on the fight with Miodhchaoin and his sons to avenge his father ' s death. So Tuirenn ' s children died, and Tuirenn after singing a lament over them and himself died with them. GwEN Roberts, Form VIa. The Moon Twilight lingers, seeming bold, Spreading streamers red and gold ; While the moon with silver plating, Below the rim has long been waiting. As from out of some dark cavern The stars of night shine as a lantern, And one by one all will appear. Swinging in the solemn sphere. Lo, across the lake will shine A path of sparkling jewels divine, A shimmering, broken, brilliant light, Making a stream of day from night. It is as though some mystic hand Had poured a cup of silver sand. Carelessly, yet marvelously well On every rock and roof and dell. Thou majesty of night, O Moon, Thy glory will be fading soon ; For when thy nightly course is run The dawn will usher in the Sun. Kathleen Abbott, Form Vb. Out of the Pen, Onto the Floor OBODY loves me! No, no one at all, yet I used to be very pretty. You see I used to be a lovely clear blue fluid called " Ink, " and now I ' m just a blot. I ' m a dirty black from being walked upon and I wish that I could be simply and painlessly wiped out of existence by some friendly rag. I ' m told by the stair on which I lie that I am completely marring its beauty, but still, what can I do? Maybe I could relieve my feelings by telling you my story. I used to live in a pen — a nice, shiny, black pen with a gold band around it. I wasn ' t very clever and I used to get all over my mistress ' fingers, but although not intellectual I was a great athlete and I was an excellent runner. I could beat every other drop of ink that ever entered our pen, at a race, any time. One day I was having a race and I didn ' t look where I was going and I ran right out of my pen. I felt myself dropping, dropping, and I became very dvzzy as the green walls whizzed by me and my mistress gave a faint little -cream and then just stared at me as I fell onto the cold, unfriendly step. [32] As soon as my head grew steady I heard the step say in a stony voice, " Why didn ' t you look where you were going? You have completely spoiled my beautiful, shiny face that was just cleaned. " " I ' m sorry, " I replied very meekly. (I was still rather shaken from my fall). Many people looked at me as they passed and some made disgusted noises, but no one turned to admire my beauty, no one seemed to pity me for having fallen so far. I remained there for several hours and took in my surroundings, then at last my mistress came with an eraser and a damp rag and tried to pick me up, but somebody had stepped on me and I felt so crushed that I didn ' t have the energy to cling onto the rag. Months have passed now and Tm still here. I have gradually gained back my former strength and I feel that if a rag was placed upon me now I could cling to it and so get removed from this loathsome step. But nobody loves me and I guess Til just have to stay here and hope. I ' d like to talk to this step, but I wouldn ' t lower myself any more by starting a conversation. Celeste V. Belnap, Form IVb. A " Traf. " Alphabet A ' s the Assembly Hall, dear to the School. B are the Boarders, nice girls as a rule. C is what ' s needed. Exams drawing near. D is the Dem. that we give every year. E are the Essays we often write. F is the French that we study each night. G are the Games we play, give them a cheer. H is the Hockey we started this year. I when its spilled it leaves great big blue marks. J are the Juniors quite ready for larks. K is to know, but our lessons we don ' t, L are the lessons some can ' t do or won ' t. M is for Money and Mission Box too. N is a Notice of something quite new. O is what all hate to get as a rule. P are the Prefects who boss the whole school. Q are the Questions we never do know. R is for Recess when upstairs we go. S are the Sixth who from work never rest. T is the School that we all love the best. U who are reading I hope like this poem. V are sick Victims who have to stay home. W is Writing, a hard art to master. X marked in your book often spells a disaster. Y is for Youth, school days doth procure. Z is the end ' tis enough I am sure. Eileen Peters, Upper VI. [33] Enchantment I heard the torrents fling along, Released from winter ' s icy thong. A robin jerked, with feet abrace, A worm from out its hiding-place. All fleeced with downy clouds, I se The friendly sky ' s bright canopy. ' Tis strange to think this world of pain Was, in a night, made new again. Enchantment? Call it anything! Most folks, I think, just call it " Spring. ' ' Joan Chillas, Form Upper V. [34] JUNE 3RD.— MATCH WITH MISS EDGAR ' S (Trafalgar won). ' ' Spem successus alit. " JUNE 1 3TH.— SCHOOL CLOSED FOR SUMMER HOLIDAYS. ' ' There is a good time coming, girls! A good time coming! " SEPTEMBER 17TH.— SCHOOL RE-OPENED. " An unlessoned girl, unschooled, unpractised, Happy in this she is not so old But she may learn. " OCTOBER 21ST.— DR. PATERSON-SMYTH ' S LECTURE ON TRAFALGAR DAY. ' It was a famous victory! " OCTOBER 30TH.— MATCH— DAY GIRLS vs. BOARDERS (Day girls won). " We cannot all be masters! " OCTOBER 3 1ST.— FIFTH FORM HALLOWE ' EN MASQUERADE. " Double, double, toil and trouble, Fire burn and cauldron bubble. " NOVEMBER 29TH.— MATCH WITH MACDONALD (Macdonald won). " True is that we have seen better days. " DECEMBER ist.— MATCH WITH OLD GIRLS (Old girls won). " What though the field be lost? All is not lost. " DECEMBER i2th.— MATCH WITH MISS EDGAR ' S (Trafalgar won). " We ' ve scotched the snake, not kill ' d it. " [351 DECEMBER 17TH.— THIRD FORM PLAY.— " PADDLY POOLS. " ' ' The water in the paddly pools is just the same as the water in the great big sea. " DECEMBER iqth.— DR. GORDON S ADDRESS.— CLOSING FOR XMAS, ' ' Hail, thou ever blessed morn! " JANUARY 1 3TH.— SCHOOL RE-OPENED. " To that dry drudgery at the desk ' s dead wood. " JANUARY 21ST.— MR. TURNBULL ' S LECTURE ON CHINA. " Once did she hold the gorgeous east in fee. " FEBRUARY 1 3 th.— BOARDERS GAVE DAY GIRLS A VALENTINE PARTY. " I must become a borrower of night For a dark hour or twain. " FEBRUARY 2oth.— MATCH WITH MISS EDGAR ' S (Miss Edgar ' s won). " My ventures are not in one bottom trusted Nor in one place. " MARCH I2TH-I3TH.— GYMNASIUM DEMONSTRATION. " I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips Straining upon the start. " MARCH i8th.— DR. BANCROFT ' S LECTURE ON GEOLOGY. " And it was founded on a rock. " MARCH 25TH.— MATCH WITH GUIDE CAPTAINS (Trafalgar won). " The lion is not so fierce as painted. " APRIL 3RD.— EASTER HOLIDAYS. " Like glimpses of forgotten dreams. " APRIL 1 5TH.— RE-OPENING AFTER HOLIDAYS. " The true beginning of our end. " MAY 7TH.— MATCH, DAY GIRLS vs. BOARDERS (Boarders won). " That it should come to this. " MAGAZINES REPRESENTATIVES Form Lower VI. — V. McAvity Upper V. — M. Millerd Lower V. — M. Sumner IVa. — H. Shaw " IVb. C. Belnap Form IIIa. — P. Mitchell IIIb. — L. BiRKS Upper II. — A. DoBLE " II.— [36] MISSIONARY REPRESENTATIVES Form Upper VI. — E. Ellis Lower VI. — M. Poole Upper V. — E. Miller Lower V. — E. Howard IVa. — J. Lamb " IVb.— C. Belnap Form IIIa. — E. Lang IIIb. — L. BiRKS Upper II. — B. Vaughan II. — J. Archibald Upper I. — N. Roy THE TRAFALGAR COT URING the World War the Tralfalgar girls bought a victory bond of a hundred dollars, which has never been put to use until this year. In March a meeting of the Mission representatives was called, when it was suggested that Trafalgar should be responsible for the upkeep of a cot in the Children ' s Memorial Hospital. Everyone agreed: accordingly a contribution of forty dollars was collected and the bond drawn from the bank, which together totalled the upkeep of a cot for one year. The school feels the cause is urgent and therefore is happy to have helped. As soon as the tablet, with the words ' ' The Trafalgar Cot " written on it, has been placed . over the cot, the girls are invited to visit the hospital. Ernestine Ellis, Form Upper VI. MI SSION BOX COLLECTION Federated Charities $75 . oo Grace Dart Home 30 . 00 C.G.I.T 10.00 Children ' s Memorial Hospital 50 . 00 Old Brewery Mission 20 . 00 Poor Family 61 . 59 Labrador Mission 60 . 00 Victorian Order 50 . 00 School for Crippled Children 40 . 00 Cot in Children ' s Memorial Hospital 140 . co $536.59 [37] is 0 m • m THE SCHOOL PREFECTS 1. Ernestine Ellis 4. Jane Howard 8. Ruth Whitley 2. Marjory Doble 5. Jean Jamieson 9. Shirley Sampson 3. Leslie Fuller 6. Viola McAvity 10. Eileen Whillans 7. Betty Robertson [38] The " Gym " Demonstration ' Twas Friday, ' twas the thirteenth, A most unlucky day, At eight o ' clock of an evening That we gave our ' ' gym. " display. It surely was well chosen For all things to go wrong. But people came there just the same. Yes, quite a good sized throng. Outside, well that ' s where I was. Confusion reigned supreme. The girls were all excited Although it strange may seem. The first, the Figure Marching, Was something very grand. On coming out the girls all felt The need of being fanned. The while that they were marching. Out from their different lairs. The little ones were taken And lined up on the stairs. And on throughout the programme This is the way we go. Each girl lined up the time before Her turn had come to show. It really is surprising How much noise girls can make. And to ask the girls for s ilence does A lot of courage take. The Juniors caused the seniors S -me excitement while outside, Thf clubs would not stand up, the horse In ' ited them to ride. Club Races proved exciting When once they had begun. L. Birks and Alva Coppin The vaulting trophies won. The mothers liked the dancing Best, a fitting choice they made. For all the girls who dancing take The Sleeping Beauty played. The Grand March came the last of all. The girls sat within reach. Sir Arthur gave the badges and A very fitting speech. [39] At last the Dem. was over, Very nice, the people said. But the girls were all too sleepy, To think of ought but bed. The girls are going down the stairs To shout or sing or laugh, So we now left once more will give ' ' Three cheers for dear old Traf. " Eileen Peters, Form VIa. The Fifth Form Masquerade ON THE 30th of October, that night of wandering spirits and ghostly happenings, the Assembly Hall was almost unrecognisable, it was trimmed in such gay colours, and with such pretty floating decorations. This was because the Fifth Form were entertaining the Sixth at a Hallowe ' en Masquerade. At this great event there were gathered representatives of all ages, races and seasons. Among many others there were Pierrots with their Pierrettes, grim witches, little boys and girls, flowers and fairies, a Wrigley ' s advertisement, and a handsome sailor boy. After much delibera ' tion, the judges awarded the prize for the prettiest costume to an old-fashioned lady and her two escorts, and the one for the most original costume, went to three mah jong tiles. In the middle of the evening the dancers stopped to watch ten delightful comedians, who performed for their benefit (and who seemed strangely familiar). Refreshments were served by the Fifth Form, and after a little more dancing the Grand March began to wind its stately way around the hall, and terminated at the platform, where the Masqueraders made their bow to the Staff. All agree that we enjoyed ourselves to our heart ' s content, and thank the Fifth Form for an extremely pleasant evening. Elizabeth Tooke, Form Lower VI. [40] " Paddly Pools " ON DECEMBER 17th, Form III a: gave a very delightful and unusual play, called ' Taddly Pools ' A few minutes before the curtain was lifted, artistic and carefully designed programs were presented to the staff by two small fairies. The signal was given for the curtain, and we were gadng upon a clearing in a wood, in which was a small ivy-covered cottage, and behind that a green bank. At one side of the clearing an old man was seated in a rocking ' chair half asleep, while in the centre surrounded by his toys was a very small boy. The small boy, whose name was Tony, wakened his grandfather again and again with questions, and roused him with his merry prattle. All of a sudden he jumped up and peeped over the green bank. There he seemed to see something very interesting, for he gazed silently, and then called to his grandfather, " The Little Old Man; The Little Old Man! " The grandfather grunted and said, ' ' Tony, come down and play with your toys, and do not go over the bank. " Now someone was calling Tony from the other side, so over the bank he went with no feeling of conscience, and cried, ' 1 am coming. Little Old Man, I am coming. " The next scene presents the other side of the bank. There stood a little old man garbed in brown, talking to three beautifully dressed and fairylike creatures. Just then Tony appeared on the bank and jumped down beside them. The little old man took him by the hand and showed him the spirits of the flowers, trees, grass, and bunnies, who came twirling in, and did a very pretty dance. Then suddenly changing into a little girl, the old man cried, ' ' Come away up into the sky, " and they all disappeared over the bank including Tony. When the curtain was drawn for the third time we were again looking at the clearing. The grandfather was sleeping quietly in his armchair, when a shout was heard, and over the bank jumped Tony. " Oh, grandfather, " he cried, " what wonderful things I have seen! I have been up there, " and he pointed to the sky. " I have been a tree, I have been grass and bunnies, and all this beautiful earth belongs to me. Isn ' t it wonderful? " The grandfather, who was fully awake now, said, " Tony, what nonsense you are talking. " But Tony knew better. He had found out (what only children know) that when you love things tremendously, you can have them or be them, for the same lovely life runs through all. This ended the little fairy story, and we all went home after having sung " God save the King. " Helen Stocking, Form IVb. Dr. Paterson-Smyth ' s Lecture ON TRAFALGAR DAY, Dr. Paterson-Smyth gave us a most appropriate and interesting lecture. He described the Battle of Trafalgar and then emphasized Nelson ' s last message: " England expects every man to do his duty. " He said duty meant one ' s obligations to country, parents and school, which ought never to be neglected. We all enjoyed his lecture and hope he will visit Trafalgar soon again. Ernestine Ellis, Form Upper VL [41] In the Land of the Dragon O N WEDNESDAY, January 21st, 1925, Mr. Turnbull gave the school a very interesting illustrated lecture on China. Mr. Turnbull had only recently returned from China, and his descriptions were so fresh and vivid that we felt we were actually present at the scenes he described, - and this illusion was helped by the lantern slides. One of the first pictures was of the station at Shanghai, where the lecturer ' s party landed. Drawn up outside the building was a long row of rickshaws — the quaint Chinese version of the Western taxi ' Stand. Rickshaws and wheelbarrows — the two chief means of transportation in the towns — are drawn by coolies, the general beasts of burden in China. For centuries the Chinese have carried on all their farming and manufacture by hand labour, and the exquisite workmanship of their carvings and embroideries justifies the pains taken in their manufacture. But the great advance in missionary work, aided by the gradual influx of Western ideas, has lightened the lot of the Chinese working ' man. Now there are many large manufacturing towns in China using modern machinery and the exports have increased tremendously — although the quality may have suffered according to old standards. This increase in production applies especially to the silk industry, an industry for which China has always been famous. China silks and Persian carpets have been bywords in the world of trade from time immemorial. Another Chinese art not so well known, and not nearly so well appreciated, is Chinese painting. As far as is known it was originated in Pekin about 200 B.C. The coloring is often striking, and the technique fine, but because of its lack of perspective it usually appears crude and rather grotesque to our eyes. The music of China is so far beyond the comprehension of Western countries that it is impossible to write it or attempt to express it in Western notation. But most people, whether they have visited China or not, are familiar with Chinese architecture. Most interesting of all to visitors are the temples and pagodas — the Temple of the Five Thousand Genii, The Temple of the Laughing Buddha, The Temple of Heaven — all of them as weird and beautiful as their names. The Temple of Heaven is approached by flight upon flight of magnificent steps, and the Temple itself is a marvel of carving, as light and fragile as lacework. Another masterpiece of carving is the Marble Houseboat in the gardens of the Palace at Pekin. It was built for the late Empress of China, and funds intended for the building of a navy built the houseboat instead. It is a tribute to the craftsmen that when we look at the houseboat we do not regret the navy. Guarding these treasures of architecture is the great Wall of China, sprawling over the northern territory like a mighty dragon out of Chinese legend. This wall was begun in the Chin dynasty, and served both as a national monument and a barrier to keep back the over running hordes of Mongols, who were threatening the northern districts and China proper, with invasion. The wall, forcing its way through forest and mountain gorge, is a triumph of engineering. [42] China is one of the most densely populated countries of the world and, wherever there is no room on land, whole families take to the water and live in houseboats. In large towns the canals and rivers are crowded with houseboats, and these, together with junks and sampans, give and endless variety and colour to Chinese waterways. Here, these water ' dwellers live a placid and an apparently contented life, and somehow manage to eke out a sufficient living. The Chinese are a quiet unassuming people, noted — and admired — for patience and perseverance. Their customs are interesting because in many cases they are the exact opposite of ours. When friends meet in China, they shake their own hands; when the Chinese visits he asks his host how old he is, how much money he has, and what rent he pays, but never enquires after his family, for that is an unforgivable breach of etiquette in China. In school the teacher stands at the back of the class, and the pupil recites with his back to the teacher . Chinese writing begins at the right ' hand corner and runs in vertical columns. Even then, customs well ' known in Southern China w ill be quite foreign to Northern China, and the whole country covers such a huge area -==riz that it has every kind of climate, from the dry arctic cold of Man ' churia to the moist tropical warmth of Hong Kong. With these variations in climate there are corresponding variations in customs, costume and language. In the same way the Chinese character is made up of strangely contradictory traits — wisdom and superstition, kindness and cruelty, simplicity and cunning — pu ling characteristic of an equally puzzling people, reflecting truly the subtlety and mystery of China. Eunice Meekison, Form Upper VI. [43] Sixth Form Prophecy There was once a class at Traf At whom people used to laugh, Thinking they would never win much fame, But the Sixth that was alive. In the year of twenty-five. Have all gained, more or less, a well-known name. Ernie Ellis, trim and neat. Fills a typists busy seat, And knows the " hows " and ' ' whys " of busi- ness men, Marjory Doble stands in state, ThundVing lectures until late In McGill upon " The Power of the Pen. " On the billboards just down town You may read the great renown Of our famous opera singer, Isabel, And the first cartoon you see. You may know its sure to be By " Les., " a nom de plume we know quite well. Artist of a different kind Is Eunice. Her youll find In a studio, garbed in smock and bow; Ruth is busy on the farm Where she keeps the ducks from harm. And shows her nieces how to rake and hoe. Sibby haunts the local links. While she golfs she thinks and thinks Of her latest arguments for " Women ' s Rights " ; Margaret ' s won the public eye With her newest henna dye. Which, she says, makes beauties out of frights. But, alas! Jane ' s tale is sad, For she gave up all she had, To christianize some cannibals far west. She was eaten the first day By a king who lived that way, Who thought that she ' d be easy to digest. Jean and Betty still delight To engage with all their might In the smart reviews the Junior Leaguers give. Norah, in her private school, Has a gym. and swimming pool, And demonstrates the healthy way to live. Gwen, too, has a nom de plume. She is known as " Rosie Bloom. " She writes novels of a sentimental strain. Eileen has a quiet life. As a busy, happy wife. In a little country town in southern Maine. Freda is a leading light. Spending almost every night Lecturing at her Women ' s Social Club, And Barbara ' s work ' s cut out. Telling people round about That the notable blue algae is a shrub. Poor Eileen is nearly blind In her vain attempts to find That most sought for and elusive fourth dimen- sion. Agnes has a little flat. Seven children and a cat. And ' tis said she keeps her husband at atten- tion. Vivian has a splendid plan, To simplify the ills of man. By an easy, pleasant, funny Latin grammar. Gabriele is seen two ways. Either reading Goethe ' s plays. Or making rustic tables with a hammer. Shirley has spent too much time Already on this feeble rhyme. And so her future must remain a mystery. But she hopes that this will stand As a record in the land. To make the present Sixth Form live in history. Shirley Sampson, Form Upper VI. [45] Quotations for Lower VI Grace Shaw Vi McAviTY Betty Stroud Mildred Lincoln Eleanor Tatley NoRAH Murphy Elizabeth Tooke Isabel Somerville Marjorie Hulme Evelyn Lamb Lucy Fry Margaret Poole Kathleen Hogle Margot Grindley Alice Gilmore " ... .The gentlest of all gentle things ' ' ' Her virtues, graced with external gifts, Do breed love ' s settled passions in my heart. " " A dillor, a dollar, A ten-o ' clock scholar. " " Fashioned so slenderly. Young and so fair. " ' ' Was it a vision, or a waking dream? " " He sings each song twice over. " " A young and happy child. " " A poet could not but be gay In such a jocund company. " " Nourished two locks, which graceful hung behind In equal curls. " " Thou still unravished bride of quietness. " " Oh could I feel what I have felt Or be what I have been. " " Just for a handful of silver. " " I remember. . . .1 remember. " " Thou art a woman. And that is saying the best and worst of thee. " " A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye. " [47] The Bird Lecture ON SATURDAY morning, April 4th, Doctor Murphy delivered a very interesting lecture on the animal and bird life of an island east of Cape Horn in South America, called South Georgia. It was at the Imperial Theatre under the direction of The Province of Quebec Society for the Protection of Birds. South Georgia is in the Antarctic Region and the South Pole. The climate is very cold, the normal temperature being 40° in summer. T-cyr jE ' The island is quite barren, there are a number of mountains in the in ' terior of the island which are not very high but are snow ' capped the year round. On the level near the shore no trees grow, only tall tossack grass which covers all that is not already covered with snow and ice. There are many sea elephants on South Georgia. They are as large as a whale and when full grown weigh about two tons. Their nose forms a small trunk, hence their name. During the winter months, which are June, July and August, they are in the sea. But, when spring is there, crawl upon the shore and sleep, hardly eating at all. The young are also born on land and sleep away most of their childhood. The sea elephants are very quarrelsome creatures and fight with each other a great deal. There are many interesting birds on this island, among them the skua, the penguins, the albatross, the whalc ' bird and several kinds of gulls are frequently seen. The skua looks somewhat like a gull but has the habits of a hawk. It eats the eggs of all birds, large or small, unless they are carefully guarded by the parent birds. It will also eat its own young as well as that of small birds. There are two kinds of penguins, the ' " Jot i i y " P i ' guin, as it is called by the sailors, because it is so friendly, and the King Penguin which is much larger than the Johnny Penguin and has a yellowish tinge to the throat feathers. The Johnny Penguin makes no nest but carries its one egg under the bottom breast feathers half resting on the tops of the feet. It is a very friendly bird and practically never is seen alone. They are always together and have a pecu ' liar way of making love. A male bird takes a stone and puts it at the feet of female penguins until one touches it. She is then his wife. One has also been known to place it at the feet of a man. The lecture was illustrated with slides all the way through and was very nicely told, and for once the audience was quiet until it was finished. Anne Byers and Ruth Seely, Form Upper II. Dr. Gordon ' s Address ON THE day that school closed for the Christmas holidays we were summoned to the Assembly Hall at the end of the morning to find that Dr. Gordon was to give us the closing address. Many of us had heard Dr. Gordon before and consequently looked forward to what he was going to say. We were not disappointed in our hopes that we should receive an interesting address. Although it was not long it was filled with advice, especially for the present Christmastide but also for the coming years. Dr. Gordon ' s chief message was that we should seek first the happiness of others and then we should not need to look far for our own. [48] He gave two very striking illustrations to his speech. The first was the story of a lady who came out to this province as a girl. She did not come out to the comforts of a city but to the wilds cf Quebec and there she strove to make a comfortable home for her companions and to give joy to those around her. This lady never sought happiness for herself and thus she gained it; for everybody who knew her, loved her, and she drew people to her as surely as a magnet draws steel. The other story was of a gentleman whom he knew and admired greatly. This gentleman used to say that every morning when he awoke he saw two piles, a huge pile of human suffering and a minute pile of human joy, and he used to be very sadly impressed that the pile of joy was so small and the pile of misery so great. Then he would add that, if during the day, he felt that he had reduced the pile of misery by even a little and had augmented the pile of joy he would think that he had done the most wonderful task he could find to do. By way of thanking Dr. Gordon for his address, we gave him three cheers and a tiger and though most of us still remember his advice perhaps some of us have, as yet, not taken it to its full extent. GwEN Roberts, Form VTa, An Incident which occurred in the Upper Sixth Form Room iATE one afternoon, when everyone else had gone home, I came downstairs from the gym. J and passed by the Sixth Form class ' room on my way to the cloak-room. I happened to glance in, and thereby hangs the tale of this narrative, for when glancing in I saw the strangest sight I have ever seen. The room was quite dark, for the winter evening had descended very suddenly, and in the fast ' fading Hght, I saw that there were many people in the room. Such queer people, too! That is really what surprised me so. I could make out that they were girls, and besides for a proof of this I heard their gay young voices raised in jest and laughter. There were so many of them that some had to sit on the desks because all the seats were taken, and there they sat, swing ' ing their legs in truly girlish fashion. They were, however, no ordinary girls, I was quite sure of that. They were dressed exactly as our mothers used to dress, with very slight variations in different groups. They wore long, trailing, blue serge skirts and stiff tailored blouses. Their feet were hidden by their voluminous skirts and petticoats but I guessed rather than saw that they were shod with high, black, button boots. Every one of them had long hair, although they did not all wear it in the same fashion. Some wore pigtails and others wore it skinned back from their forehead with large black bows at the back. After I noticed all these items of their appearance, I saw the most astonishing thing of all. The pictures of the past Sixth Forms were empty, and the frames inclosed blank spaces. As I saw this and heard their conversation I realized that all the members of the Sixth Form had come down from their pictures and were having a reunion. They seemed to admire the class ' room very much and to think it vastly superior to the class ' rooms of their day. Then as I watched, these girls of yesterday rose from the desks and daintily holding up their skirts with one hand, they hopped up into the pictures, where with a great deal of bustle and no few mistakes, they found their accustomed places. There was one girl who after they were all settled found that she was in the wrong form, so she had to jump down from one picture and scramble up into another. Then they all smiled or frowned (exactly as you may see them if you wish to look), and sank into oblivion for another period of time, until their next reunion, I suppose. It was a most extraordinary sight and I could hardly believe my eyes, but I pinched myself and found that I was wide awake. So, smiling to myself and rejoicing that I live in the year 1925, I hurried home. Elizabeth Tooke, Form Lower VI. [49] Alphabet A are the antics one hears overhead. And also in cloakroom and classroom, ' tis said. B is the basket and also the ball. Both part of the game we play in the hall. C is our clock which is quite in the wrong, And ne ' er coincides with the clang of the gong. D is the drill for which weVe ne ' er late. For we know we shall learn how relentless is fate. E is for Ernie, head girl of our school. Who ' s never been known to break any rule. F is the firedrill that frightens us so. But to it, in a crisis, our lives we shall owe. G is the badge for the gym. girl ' s renown, And is worth more to her than a Greek laurel crown. H are the hounds that sit on the step, And wag their tails viciously, barking with pep. I am the writer ' composer so wise That my head has become an unusual si e. J figures as star on our basket-ball team. To be like her, ' tis said, is the juniors ' one dream. K are the keys of both cloakroom and pound. Which when they are wanted can never be found. L is for Latin, a lesson we learn, I ' m sure when its finished for more w e shall yearn. M is for Mag and for Mission Box too. They both have the pass word ' ' Your fee ' s overdue! " N is the noise which is heard at recess. For the sake of the teachers we wish they ' d make less. O are the Orpheuses, lifting our cares, By strumming on pianos melodious airs. P are the pens that squeak as we write. And put blots on the stairs which are marbly white. Q is the quiet that seldom doth reign In class between lessons: so teachers complain. R is the rumour that runs around school. And grows quite prodigious in si e as a rule. S is for Shirley our maga2;ine Ed, She ' s also a prefect, in sports she ' s our head. T is the tennis court, also the team. The first is important, the last we esteem. U are the reader, a critic so fair. To set this before you I wonder we dare. V are the Victors that play in the matches. And also the victims that get all the scratches. W ' s the wit we do not possess. And if we ' re not clever, at least we confess. X is in Algebra, coupled with Y And is equal to anything, we don ' t know why. Y for the youngsters up to Form III, More noisy and careless than we used to be. Z ' s for the eal with which we all work, We all do our best and try never to shirk. DOREEN HaRVEY ' JeLLIE AND BEATRICE HoWELL, Form Va. [50] Term TT Spring Spring! a joyous time of year In the month of May comes here. The snow and ice all melt away, And longer stays the light of day. The trees put on their leafy green And brightly coloured flowers are seen. Each bird begins to build a nest, And all the woodland looks its best. Anne Byers, Form Upper II. Early Morning The sun was up and shining bright. It filled the fields with golden light, And one by one the flowers looked up. The Dandelion and Buttercup. The Robin with his ruddy breast, Awoke and flew from out his nest. So this is how the day began And opened like a pretty fan. Nancy Stocking, Form Upper II. Why Stars Shine LONG years ago before this earth was inhabited by man there was a certain island in the i gean Sea which was the home of wood-nymphs. This island was extremely beautiful, but deep ravines and bogs made it dangerous to go out after the sun went down. This, however, did not prevent some of the most venturesome nymphs from roaming around in the dark. But after many of their leaders had been lost in these ravines and bogs, a meeting was held and they decided to send Iris who was their messenger to Jupiter, king of Heaven and Earth, with their complaint and to beg him to give them some night lights. When Jupiter heard what Iris had to say he called Minerva who was goddess of wisdom and they began to discuss what kind of lights would be best. [51] Minerva at last decided on a plan and Iris was sent to Vulcan who worked in metal to tell him to make millions of pointed inflammable lights which he called stars. Vulcan delivered these up to heaven and Jupiter hung them up in the sky and appointed a goddess to light them every night. Thus the nymphs got light which enabled them to go about without fear of the bogs. Jupiter found that this was a good plan and allowed the stars to go on shining all down through the ages to give light to people who go out at night. Dorothy Crabtree, Form Upper II. Autobiography of a Girdle JAM a gym girdle. I am not marked and am always having bad luck. I belong to a girl in upper second form. She is always looking for me and we have a lovely time playing hide and seek. She is always " it, ' ' because she never finds me. One morning in gym I fell off. She just kicked me beside my well-known friend the radiator and said, ' Til put you there for awhile, till Tm finished gym. " Well! I certainly did stay for a long while. I heard Miss Gumming say one day, ' ' Did anyone see a blue girdle, unmarked? " A few hands went up. " Well, Peggie? " ' 1 saw it on Wednesday afternoon on the radiator by the pound, Miss Gumming. " " When did you lose it, Jean? " " On Tuesday morning at gym. " " Girls, all look under the radiators, please. " " Ah! here it is, Miss Gumming, " and I was pulled from my nice new home and put around that waist. Now I am sewn on and have told my story while she is doing her arithmetic. Gretchen Tooke, Form Upper II. Trafalgar Trafalgar stands on Simpson Street, Right here in Montreal. And here you find a jolly place For girls both large and small. Afternoons weVe free from school, ' Less we ' re bad or break a rule. Games we play, and have such fun At tennis, ball and badminton, Right here in Montreal. Geraldine Monk, Form IIIb. [52] Crocuses on the Hillside Crocuses on the hillside, Violets in the dell, And many other flowers of spring, Which we love so well. Vivian Stewart, Form J. Bedtime I was reading a story at bedtime last night, When the clock struck eight with all his might. And I ran off to bed with a cry, with a cry. Away to bed, oh my, oh my! Peggy Oliver, Form I. Phyllis, The Girl Guide SHORT time ago there lived a little girl named Phyllis. All her friends were Girl Guides and they had often coaxed her to be one, too, but she w ould not. She said it was a waste of time, and there was no fun in it. One day Phyllis went for a long ride on her bicycle, while her friends went to their Girl Guide meeting; and Phyllis thought they were foolish to go because it was much more fun riding a bicycle. Peter, her little black dog, was running behind her when she came to a big hill. She said to herself, ' It would be great fun to go down this hill without putting on the brakes; my brother Jack has done it, so I am going to try it. " She started off, but Peter, unfortunately, ran ahead and crossed her track. Down she went with a thump and a crash; and oh, how her leg hurt! If only she were a Guide and knew exactly what to do! Soon she saw in the distance some people coming towards her, and as they came closer she saw that they were her friends. While Phyllis lay in the grass holding her leg, her friends ran up to her, and after hearing about the accident immediately set to work. They took off their ties, and used them as bandages and put her leg in a splint; then they quickly took off their belts; and one girl went off to find two poles. When she returned they made a stretcher with the two poles and the belts, then gently laid Phyllis on it, and carried her home. As soon as her leg got better she joined the Girl Guides with her friends, and she is now a first class Guide. Lois Birks, Form IIIb. [53] The Snowflake One day some snow came tumbling down, And one small snowflake looked around; He said he thought the world was big, And that he ' d sit upon a twig. He got upon a little branch. And felt as if he owned a ranch ; He then got up to see the world. When all beneath the snow was curled. RosLYN Arnold, Form Upper II. Under The Lake ROTHER and Sister lived in a large house on a hill overlooking a lake. One day they walked down to the shore and saw a boat, so they got in and each took a paddle and they paddled around. Then something happened! Their canoe stuck on a rock and they couldn ' t get it off, so they climbed out on to the rock and pushed it off, but just then a gust of wind came and blew it away. The brother and sister were frightened, but they decided that they had better wait for somebody to come and get them, rather than try to get to shore themselves. Just then the rock began to move, it dove under water carrying the two children with it. When they reached the bottom they found that it was a huge turtle they had thought was a rock. He said, ' ' Now I shall show you some curious and pretty things. ' ' Just then a large frog came along and said, ' ' I can show you nicer things than Grandpa Turtle can. " But the children said, " Supposing we look at Grandpa Turtle ' s things first and then at yours. " So Mr. Frog said, ' ' All right, that is an excellent plan. " Then Grandpa Turtle showed them little bits of coral and all kinds of lovely shells and fishes, and he gave them each a little sea ' horse. Then Mr. Frog took them around and theysaw little frogs swimming, and they said, " Oh! how we would love to swing. " Then Mr. Frog said, " Very well, I will make you a swing. " Then he got two long pieces of seaweed and tied them together, then he tossed one end up and it stuck, then he tossed up the other end and it stuck, then both children got on and swung and swung and had a lovely time. Soon they thought they had better go home, so Grandpa Turtle took them on his back and swam back to shore with them, then they got off his back and said, " Thank you very much, Grandpa Turtle; " and Grandpa Turtle said, " Come again, children. " Cynthia Bazin, Form II. The Pets JN THE deep woods a little mother mouse made her house. It was connected by a number of little tunnels and was wonderfully cosy. She had four of the darlingest babies you ever saw; they were fat and soft and lovely to cuddle. When they grew old enough their mother took them out in the sunshine to teach them their first lesson. She taught them how to lick themselves clean, how to smell and watch for their enemies, Mr. Fox and Mr. Professor Owl; how to build at home and how to find nice juicy [54] bark and such refreshments as wise mice like to eat. These children were very quick and clever at learning and by the middle of July had learnt many things. They grew and grew until one day a great whiff of smoke came through the woods. ' ' Fire, fire, ' ' squeaked their mother (in mouse language of course), ' ' follow me quickly! " She ran to a pond close by and started to swim (mice can swim, you know, without even learning), and the five of them went quickly to the middle of the pond. Just at that minute a great heat and light loomed into view. It was one of those dreaded by all woodfolk, forest fires. It leaped through the trees carrying fear and desolation with it. When it passed, the family sadly swam to shore and found their house utterly spoilt. They again swam into the pond as the ground was black and horrid. They swam over to a house where a little girl found them and kept them as pets. Ruth Seely, Form Upper II. The Fairy At once I scrambled out of bed. And went to look and see; And there a tiny little head. Was peeping through at me. A little fairy was outside, The sweetest ever seen; I opened up the window wide, And took away the screen. And then she fluttered in and stood Upon the windowledge; While her firefly servants in a brood Nestled in the hedge. " My dear, ' ' she said, ' ' to-night I bring, A happy dream to you; Use it well, this precious thing, And then it will come true. " But now good ' bye, the hour is near For revels in the wood; The squirrels and the bunnies dear Are in a frisky mood. " She went, and I went back to bed. To dream my happy dream. And it came true, as the fairy said. Strange as it may seem. Betty Hurry, Form II. 55 Juan Fernandez fUAN FERNANDEZ is an island about four-hundred and fifty miles from the coast of Chile, South America. This island is roughly twelve miles long and five miles wide; it takes about twenty-five hours to reach it from Valparaiso. Alexander Selkirk was put ashore on this island after quarrelling with the captain of his ship. When Selkirk saw the lonely, uninhabited island, he begged the captain to take him aboard again but the captain refused. There were a few wild goats and horses on the island, and from the goats ' skins Selkirk made clothes. He sowed a few seeds which he had and from these obtained food. From the pimento tree he got pepper and flavouring for his food. Near the cave where he dwelt there was a high peak; every day for eighteen months he climbed this peak in hopes of some passing ship seeing his distress signal. Only once did a Spanish ship put in for water and then sailed away again. Selkirk was despairing of ever being rescued after living for four years and four months on this island, but one day a ship sailed into the little harbour and did rescue him. Selkirk told his story to Captain Roger, commander of the ship. He was taken to England and there told his story once again to a man named Daniel Defoe. Defoe thought it a good subject to write upon, and from the adventures of Alexander Selkirk the interesting book ' ' Robinson Crusoe " was written. Betty Vaughan, Form Upper II. The Squirrel A squirrel is a thrifty fellow. Working till light ' s rays are mellow; Working till the Hght, gray morn Gathering acorns, peas and corn. He puts them in a hollow tree In the winter time to see; In the winter time hell go Right through water, wind and snow. Hell find the nuts all packed up tight Waiting for him to take a bite; Hell take a few, then whisk away. Just to come back another day. Margot Seely, Form Upper I An Unhappy Life JAM a nice, big, round basket-ball. My home is in a little cupboard under the platform. I am used quite frequently, but, oh dear ! how those girls do use me, throw ing me about, and banging my head; it is just terrible sometimes, how they make my head ache. They are always trying to throw me up, and get me to go through an iron ring that is stuck on top of a long iron shaft. Sometimes I get mad, and sit on top of the ring for a few minutes, and then they all get excited: I don ' t know why! Although it is very dark and disagreeable under the platform (because the clubs are always quarrelling), I am always glad when night comes, and I can lie still for a while. Roslyn Arnold, Form Upper IL [56] The Adventures of a Walking Stick WOULD you believe it? I was once a tiny seed, and look at me now! I have been m the hands of my master for the past ten years tO ' day. Well, it is my birthday to-day, and, seeing that I feel rather peppy, I will tell you of my adventures. I first of all was a little seed, and I lived underground. It was very dark and lonely down there, and I had no friends, mother or father. I was growing very quickly as the rain and sun were very good to me, and, before I knew it, I was a very large maple tree. One day I saw two men coming along with a long steel thing. I did not know at first what it was, but when they came closer, no one had to tell me. They wanted to build where I stood, so they intended to cut me down. I got very frightened, but I knew it would be of no use, so I kept my spirits up as much as I could. Then they started to saw, and in ten minutes I was on the ground. I was now in great agony. Then they chopped me up and put me in a wagon. I was then made into a walking stick, I was sold to a store, and the store sold me to a man, who has been my master for the past ten years. Edith A Wood, Form Upper I. An Exciting Time (A True Story) JN OUR country house, just outside the dining-room window is a spider ' s web. I was watchmg it one day, when I saw some smoke pouring out of a hole in the wall which was near the ground. I ran into the kitchen and asked our maid if she knew anything about it, to which she replied, no. I went out the back door, to find that the smoke was still coming out. Then I thought that it must be coming from under the kitchen stove, so I called our nurse. She looked under the stove and saw some red flames coming from the wooden floor. I called mummy, and together they poured some water down the hole, and then tried to pry up the board. They could not, so I ran over to our neighbour ' s house, while Ruthie went to another. Soon two men came and pryed up the board. A little boy came to see what the matter was, too. It was found that the flames had burnt some of the wood. After that I have always said it was the spider that made me see the smoke. M ARGOT Seely, Form Upper I. Why Acorns Grow Into Big Oaks ONCE upon a time the fairies found a little seed, which they planted. It grew into an enormous oak tree that bore many acorns. One day the fairies found an acorn which had fallen. ' ' It has been good, " they said, ' ' it has never tried to grow bigger than it should be, and when the time came for it to fall it fell willingly. We shall reward it. ' ' The sun, rain and wind at the fairies ' request sunk it in the ground. The little acorn felt unhappy, and pushed its way up. When it reached the top it was a beautiful oak tree. All oaks or any acorns you see are its descendants. Sheilagh Sullivan, Form Upper 1. [57] Perfect Peter OF ALL the dogs that Hved in the High Street, none were better behaved than Peter. He was very proud of his goodness, and when the dogs met for their morning walk he would tell the others what ill-behaved creatures they were. He frequently reminded Pom-Pom of his hopeless table-manners, while Fido ' s bark made the High Street an impossible place for a peaceful afternoon do e. And so it was they got rather tired of Peter. One day when Peter had just retired for a comfortable snooze, the others called a meeting. ' 1 say, " said Pom-Pom, ' ' do you really think he is as perfect as he says he is? ' ' ' ' Certainly not, " growled Fido. " If he was really well behaved he wouldn ' t talk so much about it. " " Well, " said Pom-Pom, " we had better keep on eye on Peter, and see if we can catch him doing anything that is unmannerly. " " Hurrah, " shouted the others. " Just the thing. " At that moment " Charles, " a little Scotch- terrier, came along. " Hello, boys, any news, " he asked. " Well, of all people, wherever have you come from? " asked Pom-Pom. " I thought you were on the other side of the world. " " I was, " answered Charles, " but my mistress has gone on a long trip somewhere or other, and I was sent over to stay with my cousin Peter, I expect you know him very well as he doesn ' t live far from here. " At the end of his long speech, they gasped. " Well, I should think we do know him, " said Fido. " We have just been speaking about him. " Then they all explained to Charles what they wanted to do. " Well, I will try and help, " said Charles when they had finished. " Sometimes I find him very disagreeable and I think it would do him good to get caught once or twice. " And with that all went home. The next morning Charles was up bright and early, he ran into the dining room, jumped into the coal-scuttle and waited. Very soon he heard footsteps, he peeped out and the pit-a-pat grew louder and in marched Mr. Peter. Peter was looking extra proud this morning and he walked about the room with his head held high in the air. Suddenly he spied his master ' s break- fast. He jumped up on the chair and had a lick at the porridge. When his master came in he was very angry and called the maid to see if she had been taking any of his breakfast. When he found that she had not, he suggested Charles. Then he began to hunt and call, and at last after his porridge was all cold he discovered Charles in the coal-scuttle. " Now for a fine spanking, " roared the master, but the maid suddenly saw some foot- prints on the chair. " These are too big for Charles, " , she said. And so they found that Charles was not the guilty one. There was another hunt for Peter, and he was pulled out from under the table, and they found he was guilty. The next day the dogs all met as usual and Peter talked in the same old way. " Speaking of porridge, " interrupted Pom-Pom. " And breakfast and paw-marks, " added Fido. " Not to say anything of whips and howls! " said Charles. But Peter did not wait to hear any more. He just ran as hard as he could with his tail between his legs. After that he becam.e a wiser dog, and the others found him a mighty good sort. Marjorie Wallis, Form Upper IL Cock Robin and Jenny Wren Gallant Cock Robin came one day To call on Jenny Wren so gay, He brushed his coat and shined his beak, Then for his lady fair did seek. He flew away and then. Ho! Ho! He saw her with another beau, ' ' You ' ll take my love? ' ' said our young man, " You ' d better try it if you can. " The other bird got such a fright, He flew away with all his miight. Gretchen Tooke, Form Upper II. rfo The Coming of Winter When all the leaves are turning. And the frost is on the ground; And the ships are getting ready To sail for homeward bound; When all the leaves have fallen, And all the trees are bare; And all the shrubs are covered With frost here and there; When all the earth is frozen, And all the flowers are dead. And all the bears have gone asleep In their caves for bed; Then comes the cruel winter, With its cold bleak air. And all the waters frozen. And snow lies everywhere. Dorothy Nicoll, Form Upper II. [59] Quotations for the House Seniors Eileen Whillans ' ' Shirl " Sampson ' ' Les ' ' Fuller ' ' Vi " McAviTY Ruth Whitley ' ' Syb " Frink Vivian Jenkins Isabel Elliott Lucy Fry Gabriele Boker Doris Johnson ' ' Smooth runs the water Where the brook is deep ' ' ' She that was ever fair and never proud Had tongue at will and yet was never loud ' " He was wont to speak plain and to the purpose ' " Her very frowns are fairer far Than smiles of other maidens are. " " I have immortal longings in me. " " I never knew so young a body with so old a head. " " From the crown of his head to the sole of his foot, he ' s all mirth. " " It ' s a good natur ' d creature at bottom. " " That though on pleasure she was bent She had a frugal mind. " " Not stepping o ' er the bounds of modesty. " " O what may man within him hide Though angel on the outward side. " 60] Jean Macalister Muriel Millerd Marie Luther ' ' Edie " Turnbull ' Teg " Jones Helen Findlay Charlotte Everitt The House ' Sober, modest and demure — maybe! " ' I have bought golden opinions from all sorts of people. Tor even though vanquished she could argue still. " ' My heart is true as steel. " ' Sport that wrinkled care derides And laughter holding both his sides. " ' I am the very pink of courtesy. " ' Ah, why should life all labour be? " ' We have still some salt of youth in us. " Pathetic Figures pERHAPS you think, casual reader, that a " Traf " boarder ' s life is all sunshine! While we jL do not seek to destroy the impression that we rise gayly with the lark, and dance joyously over all obstacles that beset our path, nevertheless we cannot refrain from pointing out a few of the tragic sights which daily meet our eyes, moving even the most stoneyhearted to shed a sym ' pathizing tear. For who has not been touched by the sad plight of — (1) The suspicious girl who, filled with a mighty conviction that there is to be fire ' drill, sits up half the night, jauntily attired in one bedroom slipper and a blanket. At last, worn out by her weary vigil, she falls asleep, feeling that absolutely nothing is dependable in this world of treachery. (2) The credulous one who, on Monday, innocently believes current rumours to the effect that there is to be icc ' cream for lunch, but finally comes to the dismal realization that it is only milk ' pudding after all. (3) The popular girl who, on Thursday night, finds herself overwhelmed with four invitations — and five bad marks ! (4) The enthusiastic but inefficient packer who discovers, on the eve of departure, that all her keys lie buried safely in the uttermost depths of her trunk. (5) The tireless practical joker who, after a strenuous and exhausting evening spent in making " applcpie " beds, crawls unsuspectingly into her own — only to find that she has been made the victim of the same cruel trick. We feel with the sufferer that this is the one known instance when this unusually " killing " little joke ceases to be hilariously funny and becomes a trifle " feeble. " (6) The gallant sixth formers wrestling desperately with Virgil, to the stirring accom ' paniment of " Country Gardens. " Eileen Whillans, Form VIa. [61] The Banquet, 1924 ON THE last night of the year the dining room presented a very festive appearance, being decorated in rose and gray. The room was filled with many expectant and extremely ' ' dressed ' Up " guests, for this was the great event of the year. What a rush there was to find seats and what a clamour as each girl read her appropriate verse and exhibited her favour — a trumpet for K. A., a little home for H. H., and a clothes line for A. J., whose favourite occupation seemed to be doing small washings. After the true banquet, we all went into the garden, and trembling, although it was quite unnecessary, the sixth formers read their criticisms. As the evening was not very warm, we all came into the " rec " room where we danced and made merry till the ' witching hour of ten. Then ' ' Auld Lang Syne " and " God Save the King " were sung, and shedding a few tears we made our way to our dormitories and rooms, some for the last time at dear old ' ' Traf. " Ruth Whitley, Upper VI. The Trafalgar House Debating Club HIS year the house girls added to their many activities by forming a debating club. This Trafalgar House Debating Club was organized on November 17th, 1924, under the direction of Miss Heighington, and the following officers were elected. ist Honorary President Miss Cumming 2nd Honorary President Miss Heighington President Viola McAvity Vice-President. . . : Shirley Sampson Secretary Eileen Whillans The club has held several meetings during the year, and although very few of the members had had any experience in debating before, several of the discussions were very interesting. The aim of the society, which is to make Friday evenings interesting and to promote the exchange of ideas between members, is certainly worthy of encouragement, and the club has all our good wishes for its future success. The Mock Trial ON FRIDAY, May ist, the Assembly Hall was converted into a court room, because a Mock Trial was held by the House Debating Society. Paul Revere Smith (Leslie Fuller) was sued for $10.00 on breach of promise, by Laura Secord Jones (Peggy Jones). The President of the society, Viola McAvity, acted as Judge. Helen Findlay was the Court Clerk, Sylvia Frink the prosecuting lawyer, and Jean Macalister the counsel for the defence. Miss Sofia Wiggins, an aunt (Eileen Whillans), and Miss Marie Luther, a friend, testified for Miss Jones; while Mr. Clarence Sampson, and Mr. Sam Briggs, an elevator boy, testified for Mr. Smith. After most convincing evidence on both sides and very telling speeches from the lawyers, the jury adjourned to consider the verdict. The verdict given was that the accused was not guilty. Whereupon the plaintiff fainted and the court was dismissed. A Juryman. [62] [63] Simple Whites and Simple Whites Time — Between six and six ' thirty. Scene — The dormitory. Great excitement prevails. For one night dressing ceases to be a lightning change and becomes a serious business. We are going to a concert and must don our simple whites. Enter Sylvia Frink attired in her gym suit and undeniably grubby. Her hair is violently erect owing to a losing battle with Virgil. S. F. — What ' s everybody wearing to-night? Chorus — Simple whites! Distressed Voice (firmly) — I will not wear my simple white. Besides some one has s — . I mean my stockings have disappeared. Where are my white stockings? J. Mc.G. (in a tone that plainly says all things are possible in this wicked world) — Somebody hid my pyjamas once. They were being funny. S. S. — Trafalgar has always been noted for its sense of humour. f Exit at this point from one of the cubicles a maiden fully attired in an immaculate simple white and making feeble attempts not to smirk com ' placently. She enters the cubicle of her best friend opposite. X. Y. (Let us never be personal!) — My cubicle is so dark. May I look in your mirror? Best Friend — Are you dressed already? My dear, isn ' t that dress new? It ' s adorable. X. Y. (nonchalently — a trifle overdone) — Oh, yes, it ' s new. You don ' t mean you li e it! My dear, it ' s a perfect mess. I got it in New York at Christmas and mother and I had the most awful time getting it fitted properly. Mother thinks the fit of a thing is so important. 1 think I look a mess in it. Best Friend (rising nobly to the occasion) — Oh, no! Distressed Voice — Oh, here are my stockings! And one has a hole in the heel. Is anybody ready? Do you think it will show? (Her minor troubles, however, are drowned in a muffled howl). Muffled Howler — Oh, I cant wear this. It ' s so long! It trails! What ' ll I do? I won ' t wear it. I told mother it was a mess! Eileen, what ' ll I do? P. J. — I tell you, pin it up around the waist. Who has some pins? H. F. — Here ' s a whole card of them. Oh, no, no, no (shakes head violently). I never use them. You must take them. M. L. (darting forth) — No! Don ' t be silly. Really, it would look dreadful pinned. Muffled Howler — But what ' ll I do! Eileen, look at me! It ' s a mess! I told mother — etc., etc., etc., ad infinitum. S. F. (consolingly) — Never mind, we all look awful, hideous as I am. A. R. (surveys her from the door-way, solemnly. She also is being consoHng) — No, it ' s not half bad. Syb. (In a burst of generosity) — I li e you in that dress. S. F. (properly appreciative) — Thank you, Annie. F. D. — I have new kid gloves and a fur coat. I have never seen anything so [64] L. F. (one might almost say cattily) — Good! Hurrah! fAt this point the bell rings loudly for tea. Slowly the cubicles empty themselves. There are harrowing appeals for light, but in spite of them a firm hand turns off the switch. The line disappears down the stairs. Miss R. (to Mam ' selle standing in the hall) — ' ' Don ' t they look sweet in their little white dresses? " Mam ' selle (not enthusiastic) — Oui, assez bien. {[There is a hollow laugh as the Muffled Howler staggers down, clutching her dress and slips past into the dining room. The door closes. For better or worse we are dressed. Shirley Sampson, Form Upper VI. The Trafalgar Cat HE Trafalgar cat is big, and his coat is of a shiny black silk. He always comes where he is least expected. Sometimes in the dining ' room or drawing ' room, or in the school, he pops in his little head. When he is in a temper he looks quite wild. He has two small pointed ears w hich always know if any movement is made. Also one large tail, which is straight up in the air or else moving from side to side. He is not very fat, if anything he is quite slim. If he is in a very sweet temper he may come and sit on your lap; if not, he will sniff you and walk away in disgust. Though I am sure he will be in the best of tempers when he meets you and will lean against your legs. One night he came with us to prayers and was very noisy, making the window bang and causing a lot of disturbance. One Sunday afternoon when we were all at Bible Class, in came the cat and seated itself on my lap, and stayed there till the class was over. His hair does not come out, but is nice and soft like felt. Most of the time he sits and washes his little face and paws. Sometimes he goes for a good long walk. If you come to ' ' Traf " some day you will be sure to meet him at the door waiting for you. He likes the girls very much but he does not go beside them very often. I hope you will like him, because he might bring you good luck as he is black. Phyllis Green, Form Upper I. [65] • Riding on Mount Royal And the clink of the curb and the blow Of hooves, and the wind at my knee Riding, riding, riding, riding, Between the hills and the sea. — Marjorie Pic t}iall (7 HE first indication of Montreal which travellers see is Mount Vjy Royal, standing as a sentinel over the city; in the daytime black against the sky, and marked by a fiery cross at night. We were told by Professor Bancroft that it was once volcanic, but it is very difficult to connect the peaceful weather-beaten Mount Royal we know, with a smoking, fircspitting volcano, spreading destruction on the quiet country below. Most of us have seen Mount Royal on foot, but it is many times more wonderful to go on horseback. There are innumerable little paths which are too long for a pedestrian, but which a horse can gallop over in a very short time. Oh! the in ' expressible thrill of cantering at breakneck speed along a narrow path; the wind biting the face and whistling through the hair. For awhile all the cares and worries are forgotten and one feels free, free as a leaf hurled by autumn winds over hills and valleys. Suddenly the mad career is checked as one comes to a sudden turn, and there lying below is the widespread city of Montreal. The setting sun picks out the silver dome of St. James Cathedral and is reflected on countless windows. Beyond the city is the majestic St. Lawrence winding its way to the distant ocean in a deep blue trail pricked with silver. Beyond the river are chequered fields, which gradually give way to cloud ' wreathed Mounts Bruno, Rougemont and Beloeil. One feels as if the whole world lay stretched in view. What a different sight the other side of the mountain presents! Instead of a city of the living it is a country of the dead. White gravestones take the place of lofty buildings and a little trickling stream represents the Great St. Lawrence. How calm and still it looks after the noisy bustle of the city which seems so near and yet so far. The whispering trees bend softly down over the deserted tombs as if sharing in the secrets of the dead. There is no undue move ' ment and the whole garden seems sunk in endless oblivion. Riding seems more personal than any other sport. Though there may be no other human within miles, one never feels alone, for the horse is such a loyal trustworthy friend. Riding is so endlessly varied depending greatly on the seasons, the weather, one ' s own mood and that of the horse. Each season has its several charms and it is very difficult to say which is the most en ' joyable. In the summer it is a great relief to escape from the sweltering city to the shady paths of the mountain. On the north side of Mount Royal the sun is more or less obscured, so that one feels the cool shade of a deep forest. How wonderful it is to rush along with a fresh breeze fanning the face and cooling the temples! The green leaves of the summer soon turn gold and red, and fall covering the earth with a crisp richly coloured carpet. The squirrels rush to and fro, picking up their winter stores, and quarrelling in a loud voice over some particular nut. No one could describe the joy of cantering gaily over multi-coloured paths and through clouds of brilliantlyhued leaves swirled along by a frisky breeze. Then comes winter. The softly falling snow covers all the gaudy attire of autumn and makes the world a silent wilderness. The bare trees stand gauntly against the grey sky and the [66 ] wind whistles through the stripped branches. Winter is not a time for loitering. One rribst go on, on without stopping, for at even a short pause the frost bites the toes and freezes the fingers. How the wind makes the cheeks glow and the whole body tingle! How thrilling it is to gallop over the crisp snow and hear the horse ' s feet crunch on the path ! Though all the seasons are beautiful, spring is the best of all. The snow melts, leaving as its only reminder the little white ' " blood roots " which grow in such dainty splendour. Little green buds peep from naked trees and the dried, brown grass shows fresh. The animals which have been in hiding come out and busily scurry here and there replenishing their diminished stores. The returning birds sweeten the world with their music as they happily build their nests. It is most enjoyable to ride along and feel the warm spring sun wakening the sleeping mountain. Ah, yes, spring is the most enchanting season. Muriel Millerd, Form Upper V. The Concert Parties 1; HE first concert of the season attended by the boarders was given on Monday evening, November 3rd, by the famous pianist de Pachmann, on one of his farewell visits. The ball-room of the Windsor was full and the audience gave him as hearty a welcome as ever. He is a stooped little old man, over seventy, with long white hair. He has a decided foreign accent, and sometimes it was impossible to understand what he was saying. By his appearance one would not believe that such an eccentric old man could play so beautifully and with such a feathery touch. Vladimir de Pachmann is known as the greatest living interpreter of Chopin. We quite believed this when we heard him play several nocturnes and well ' known waltzes of Chopin. On Wednesday evening November loth, we attended an unusual concert in the RitZ ' Carlton, given by Miss Eleanor Cooke, a gifted interpreter of Russian, Polish, and Czecho-Slo vakian music and dancing. The music of these Slav countries is quite different from ours and un known to most of us in the West. Miss Cooke has a melodious mezzo-soprano voice, and her songs were quaint and pretty. She danced in native costume and told us a little about the life, manners, customs, and dress of these foreign countries. The third concert which the boarders attended was given by Cortot and Casals in the St. Denis Theatre on Wednesday evening, February 4th. Although it was a cold wintry night we all enjoyed it very much. On the whole we appreciated Cortot more than Casals. This was probably because we were more familiar with the piano than with the cello, or because Cortot ' s selections were better known to us than Casals ' , which were mostly Bach studies. On Wednesday night, February i8th, the well known German soprano, Mme. Frieda Hempel, gave a concert in the ball-room of the Windsor. Mme. Hempel is charming and has a very beautiful voice which was greatly appreciated by a large audience. She sang in English, French, Italian, and German. ' ' Spinner liedchen, " an old German song, and ' ' Ombra Leggiera ' ' with flute obligato, were about the two best numbers on the programme. The most enjoyable concert of the season, we all agreed, was given by Jascha Heifetz in the St. Denis Theatre on Thursday evening, March 19th. The theatre was packed and the audience very appreciative. Heifetz is one of, if not the greatest of the world ' s violinists. His tone and technique are both awe-inspiring. The audience sat spellbound from the beginning of the programme which began with Grieg ' s C minor Sonata till the end of the evening when Heifetz had to give four encores before the enthusiastic audience would leave. As this concert coincided with one given by Mlle. Cedia and M. Robert- Victor Brault, only a small party was able to attend the latter. We hope to be more fortunate the next time M. Brault gives a concert. Lucy Fry, Form Lower VI. [67] No ' elties on the Rink pASSERS ' BY last winter may have noticed, ■L if they were observant, that strange hap ' penings were going on at Trafalgar on Tues ' day and Thursday nights. In the middle of the rink shone a round and lustrous pool of light (put there no doubt by busy and pro ' fessional ' looking electricians, who created quite a sensation among the boarders). Lessons were going on in the rays of this magic circle of light, conducted in person by Mademoiselle Charlotte and her agile partner, Mr. Petersen. Nine — ah ! that privileged nine, set high above the common herd — was the number every Tuesday and Thursday. You may wonder how this nine were all able to have a lesson on the same night, but this is simple. All that has to be done is to get a system. The nine were divided into groups of two (never mind the odd one, she is of no consequence). These pairs slipped (slipped is right) at regular intervals, in rapid succession, down the icy path to the rink, there to wait in shivering expectation for the last two to finish. Then would come the lesson — edge after edge to the accompaniment of encouraging " One, two, three, goods " if the ice happened to be smooth; if not, " One, two — oops! " was more usual. For variation the ten ' slip was added. This Httle blending in of edges and plain skating made a wonderful little exhibit for awed onlookers on the rink next morning. After the lesson came the last gasp of the evening. The weary skaters struggled up the path and, skates off, drank a cup of cocoa in the drawing room or on the pantry table, in whichever place it happened to be. Leslie Fuller, Form Uppsr VL [68] Exciting Moments [ 69] Trafalgar House Athletic Association O N SATURDAY morning, September 20th, the annual meeting of the House Athletic Association was held, and the following committee for the year 1924 25 was elected: — Honorary Adviser Miss Gumming Chairman Miss Nicholl Captain Viola McAvity Vice Captain Shirley Sampson Secretary Treasurer Eileen Whillans Convenors of Committee Leslie Fuller Sylvia Frink Keen interest has been shown throughout the year in the various sports associated with the House. Many of the new girls have proved interested and enthusiastic, and as usual a good spirit has been displayed in basket ' ball and other games. Basket-ball There have been three basket-ball matches between the House and School teams. The first, on October 30th, ended with a score of 28 ' ! 5 in favour of the School. The return match, played on November 27th, resulted in a second victory for the School, with a score of 28 ' i7. The third game proved to be the closest and most exciting of all, and ended with a score of 39 38, in favour of the House. The House team has been subject to several changes throughout the year, but in the last match, on May 7th, it was as follows : — Shooters — Ruth Whitley, Eileen Whillans Centres — Doris Johnson, Carol Ross Guards — Shirley Sampson, Vivian Jenkins The Junior House and School teams also played two matches, both of which, after an exciting struggle, were won by the House. These Junior games were very good, and their teams are decidedly promising. There have been as well three matches between the Upper and Lower Dormitories. Tennis A House tennis tournament was begun soon after school opened in September. Fortu- nately we were able to finish this tournament during the first term, and prizes were awarded to Ruth Whitley, winner of the singles, and to the winners of the doubles — Viola McAvity and Ruth Whitley. Badminton Badminton was popular throughout the winter, and a tournament was held. The singles were won by Peggy Jones, and the doubles by Carol Ross and Frances Dockrill. Hockey As there was some delay in putting up the goal posts, very little hockey was played this winter. However, we hope that another year a hockey team may be successfully organized. [70] Stripes and Merit Badges Stripes were awarded on October 29th to — VIOLA McAVITY DORIS JOHNSON SHIRLEY SAMPSON EDITH TURNBULL SYLVIA FRINK RUTH WHITLEY LESLIE FULLER JEAN MACALISTER EILEEN WHILLANS On January 28th, the following girls gained their house stripes — PEGGY JONES MARJORIE HARLEY ELIZABETH STANWAY MARGARET JOHNSON CAROL ROSS On May 6th, stripes were given to — HELEN FINDLAY ANNIE ROWLEY HELEN GILPIN MURIEL MILLERD ELIZABETH TRAIN MARIE LUTHER An election was held to decide who should be awarded the three House Badges, and on March 12th these were presented to Viola McAvity, Leslie Fuller, and Eileen Whillans. Our Flower Garden A is for Ann, an arbutus so rare, B is for Betty, a buttercup fair. C is for Carol, a columbine light, D is for Doris, a daisy so bright. E is for Eileen, an eglantine gay, F is for Frances, a fuchsia in May. G is for Gabriele, a golden rod tall, H is for Helen, a heart ' s ease so small. I is for Isabel, an iberis true, J is for Jean, a joint ' vetch so new. K is for king ' cup, of which we have none, L is for Leslie, or lupin, like sun. M is for Muriel, or mignonette fair, N is nasturtium, but our garden is bare. O is for orchid, much water it quaffs, P is for Peggy, a poppy who laughs. Q is for queer, or quinseywort wild, R is for Ruth, a wild rose (but mild). S is for Shirley, a stitch-wort so sweet. T is for tare, whom we don ' t wish to meet. U is for Ulex — weVe none of them growing. V is for Viola, a flower so glowing. W is for wall ' flower — we never have these. X we know not, you must ask the bees. Y is for you, a yarrow so tall, Z is for zinnia, and that ' s last of all. Frances Dockrill, Form IVa. [71] Trafalgar Athletic Association Committee Hon. President Miss Gumming Hon. Advisers Miss Bryon and Miss Brown Chairman Miss Nicoll Captain Shirley Sampson Vice ' Captain Isabella Somerville Secretary Norah Sullivan Convenors of Committee Jean J amieson Doris Johnson Gymnasium Officers Captains Lieutenants Form VI. Jean J amieson Shirley Sampson and Isabella Somerville V. Beatrice Howell Hazel Howard IVa. Margaret Bain Jean Lamb IVb. Helen Stocking Celeste Belnap IIIa- Carol Ross Alva Coppin IIIb. Lois Birks Geraldine Monk Up. 11. Audrey Doble Marjorie Wallis II. Cynthia Bazin Alma Howard Up. I. Mary Earle Patricia Mitchell I. Phyllis Mussel Vivian Stewart Basketball Officers Captains Lieutenants Form VL Shirley Sampson, Captain of the School V. Doris Johnson Marion Brisbane IVa. Jean Lamb Anne Foster IVb. Blair Tatley Muriel Smyth IIIa. Eileen Mitchell Joan Walker IIIb. Doris Ahern Doris Lamb Up. II. Nancy Stocking Roslyn Arnold II. Joan Archibald Alma Howard Up. I. Margaret Seely Edit ha Wood I. Phyllis Mussel Vivian Stewart [72] Tennis Tournament, 1924 On June nth the final matches of the Tennis Tournament were held. In the Senior school, Beatrice Carter of Form Upper VI. had to play Phyllis Dobbin of Form Upper V. It was a very evenly matched game, ending in a victory for Beatrice, both girls hav- ing played excellent tennis. Following this match the Junior Finals were played. This also was a close game, but finally Elizabeth Train defeated Lois Birks and thereby won the cup. Hockey Owing to the open winter, very little Hockey was played. A start was made, however, in the purchase of sticks and goal posts, and we hope next season to have a school team. Badminton Considerable interest was displayed this year in Badminton and we hope next year the school will make more progress in this sport. Gymnastic Competition, 1924 The annual Gymnastic Competition was held on June 6th, the judges being Miss Cart- wright and Miss Wain, both from the Royal Victoria College. The high standard of work main- tained by each form made the competition very keen, and the shield was won in the Lower school by Form Upper II., and in the Senior school by Form VI. Gymnastic Demonstration HE gymnasium demonstration was held in the Assembly Hall, on Friday, March 13, and the hall was crowded with the parents and friends of the girls. The first item on the pro- gram was figure marching by the upper school. A number of intricate figures were gone through, ending in a large maze. The first and upper first forms came next in their drill, and they acquitted themselves very creditably indeed. There were other Swedish drills also on the program. The second and upper second, third and fourth, and lastly the fifth and sixth forms all did great credit to their instructress in the way in which they did the exercises. Balancing came after the first form drill. The forms were arranged in a figure at one side of the room, and the boom was taken out on the other side. Four girls performed at a time on the forms, and one on the boom. The exercises done on the boom were difficult, and as everyone was steady the picture presented was very pretty. The interform team races afforded much amusement for the spectators, and rivalry among the girls, as it was quite unknown who would win. The juniors came first. They hopped up, in and out of a line of clubs, moved three clubs with one hand, and then ran back again. Two teams played, and then another two, and the winners then played. The excitement was intense, as first one club would roll away, and then another, but it ended in a victory for the upper second, and they marched out amid great applause. The middle school races were done with basket-balls, and the action was very quick through- out. In an incredibly short space of time two teams had played off, and the others were marching in. The honour of winning that contest was given to form IIIb. The senior races were again with clubs. The race this time consisted of knocking down six clubs placed in a row, and picking them up as expeditiously as possible. The race was very close, but ended by the upper sixth winning. Boom-jumping and vaulting on the horse came next on the program, and went on at the same time, one on each side of the room. The jumping was a new feature, never having been done [73] before, and the girls performed very well. There were a great many doing vaulting, and the exercises followed each other in rapid succession. They were all quite difficult and complicated, and as nearly everyone did them well, the effect was very pleasing. The Sleeping Beauty was acted by some of the juniors in a pretty little dance. The king and queen were shown in their palace, the fairies came and gave the baby gifts, even the wicked one was not omitted, and she looked ferocious indeed. The princess was shown pricking her finger, the court falling asleep, and finally, after a hundred years, the prince coming. The costumes were beautiful, the little dancers proved themselves light and graceful, and the play was enjoyed by everyone. The dance was the last of the exercises gone through by the girls, and they then marched into the room, and took their places for the prize-giving. Sir Arthur Currie, who was acting as chairman, addressed the girls and audience in a few well ' chosen words, complimenting them on the style and accuracy with which they did their work. He also gave Miss Nicholl much-deserved praise, remarking that no girls could do their work so well without having been well ' instructed. The captains and lieuten ants in every form were then given their badges, and basket-ball badges were presented to several girls on the team. Mrs. Wallis ' s medals, which have up to this time been presented for jumping, this year were awarded to the two girls who had shown most pro- ficiency in vaulting. Mrs. Wallis herself presented them to Lois Birks and Alva Coppin. Then ' ' God Save the King ' ' was sung, and the girls marched out of the Hall, after having lustily cheered Sir Arthur Currie, Mrs. Wallis, Miss Nicholl, and the captains of the school. Jean Macalister, Form Upper V. Mount Royal Vale Presbyterian Church Patrol ONE Friday afternoon early in March, Miss Young asked a number of us to meet Mrs. McDonald at Guy Street and go out to Snowdon Junction with her. She was going to start a new company and we were to be samples! After we got off the car at Snowdon we walked a few blocks to the church. Inside a row of eager faces peered at us and we proceeded to remove our coats with the ' ' Guides-to-be " deeply interested. We did our best to show them what guides were and what good they did with bandaging, exercising, an inspection drill and games. We ended up by forming the horseshoe, saluting and repeating the Promise. We wish them great success and hope to be able to go out and see them soon again when they are all full-fledged Guides. Helen Ritchie, Form IVa. [7 ] The Annual Report of the 14th Montreal Company of Girl Guides SINCE last year the Trafalgar Company of Girl Guides has doubled in number, now having over forty members. This allows us to have five patrols, one of which is given over entirely to the boarders, under the leadership of Elizabeth Stanway. We have had twenty ' five meetings this year, during which thirty or more girls have passed their tenderfoot tests, and half that number have passed their second class tests. Ivlany efficiency badges in various subjects have been won by different girls. Mrs. Young very kindly gave the funds for six lectures on First Aid, delivered by a member of the St. John Ambulance Corps, to our company. We were afterwards examined on the subject matter of these lectures, and everyone, with the exception of two, passed. This examination allows all who pass to get their Ambulance Badges. One of the most important features in this year ' s work was the Honour Flag Contest, in which we came fifth among twentyone companies, gaining a total of 74 . 2%. In this contest, a team of eight girls was examined in signalling, which included both the drill and the receiving; in bandaging, in sewing, and in the singing of a round. The rally took place on May 9th in the Mount Royal Arena, and the Church Parade on Sunday, May 17th, in Westmount. In these all the companies of the city proper and the suburbs took part. On the whole, the work of this year has been fairly good, although we regret that there have been no first class badges won as yet in the company. Next year we hope that the number of Guides will increase, and that Trafalgar will be able to boast of two companies ! tt tt -o t t x r Hazel Howard, Form Upper V. ' SIM ft. ;ivj 6. = — 75] Inter-Form Matches, 1924 Several of these matches were very exciting, and closely contested. The final match in the Senior school, between the Upper and Lower Sixth forms, resulted in a victory for the Lower Sixth. In the Junior school the Upper Second form was successful in winning the cup. The Final Cup Match, 1924 On June 3rd, the final and most exciting match of the year was played with Miss Edgar ' s and Miss Cramp ' s school in the M.A.A.A. gymnasium. The teams were very evenly matched and consequently the match was an exceptionally hard ' fought one. It ended with a score of 30-28 in favour of Trafalgar, and at the close of the game the cup was presented to the winning team by Miss Edgar. The Trafalgar team was as follows: — Shooters — J. Jamieson, C. Vickers Centres — A. Johnson, V. Torrington Guards — M. Dixon, K. Buchanan Practice Matches with Miss Edgar ' s and Miss Cramp ' s School, 1924-2fi The first practice match of the year was played on December 12th at the Y.W.C.A. Both teams played well and enthusiastically, and the game resulted in a score of 40-37 in Trafalgar ' s favour. On February 20th a second very exciting match was played in our gymnasium and this game resulted in a victory of 50-46 for Miss Edgar ' s school. Our team was as follows: — Shooters — J. Jamieson, R. Whitley Centres — K. Hogle, D. Johnson Guards — E. Peters, V. Jenkins [76] House and School Matches On October 30th a match was played between the House and School, the score being 28-15 in favour of the School team. Both teams showed promising material, but the passing was rather weak owing to lack of practice. A second match was played on November 27th, and the result was another victory for the School with a score of 28-17. The third match, on May 7th, resulted in a score of 39-38, in favour of the House, and this proved to be the most exciting game of the year between these two teams. Match with Macdonald College Only one match was played with Macdonald this year. This game, on November 29th, ended with a score of 48-34 in favour of Macdonald. We had hoped that it would be possible to have another game with Macdonald before the close of the year, but unfortunately we were unable to arrange for another match. Old Girls ' Match On December 3rd a match was played between our team and the Old Girls in the Trafalgar gymnasium. Games with the Old Girls are always of great interest to us, and this closely con ' tested match was no exception to the rule. The Old Girls proved that they had not forgotten how to play basket ' ball since leaving Trafalgar, by winning the game with a score of 28-26. Match with the Guide Officers On March 26th a match was played in our gymnasium against the Guide officers. The Guide officers played a strenuous, enthusiastic game, but owing to the small amount of practice they had had the game resulted in a score of 75-16 in favour of Trafalgar. Basket-ball Team Criticisms, 1925 Jean Jamieson — Shooter. — T.B.B. An excellent shot. Jean can always be relied upon. Ruth Whitley — Shooter. — T.B.B. Has steadily improved and is a good shot. Ruth plays a reliable and unselfish game. Kathleen Hogle — Centre. — T.B.B. A reliable player in matches, but in practices Kathleen ' s play often lacks enthusiasm. Doris Johnson — Centre. — Doris has worked hard to fill this closely contested position m the team, and her play shows much promise. Eileen Peters — Guard. — T.B.B. Improved. Eileen plays a neat and careful game. Vivian Jenkins — Guard. — T.B.B. At times is a little slow, but Vivian has made good progress. The Trafalgar Basket ' ball badges were awarded to Kathleen Hogle, Vivian Jenkins, Eileen Peters and Ruth Whitley at the Gymnastic Demonstration on March 13th, 1925. [77] The Senior Basket-ball Team 1924-25 Jean Jamieson ' s a three-year star, And many battles she has seen. , ' A first class shooter, so ' tis said, A great help to the team she ' s been, Ruth Whitley is the other shot, A splendid shooter too she makes. She ' s always clear to get the ball, And many long range shots she takes. Kay Hogle came to school this year; But very soon the whole school knew What a good centre she could be As up and down the hall she flew. D. Johnson ' s also on the team. She has anot her year to go. A helpful centre does she make For she is neither still nor slow. V. Jenkins is another girl Who this year on the team began, A dread opposing guard she is. And sticks right there close to her man. E. Peters also on the team. Unhappy team — but that ' s enough. How much she ' d help I ' ll let you judge, ' Twas she who wrote this awful stuff. Eileen Peters, Form Upper VI . [78] [79] Athletic Association Balance Sheet, 1924-25 RECEIPTS EXPENDITURES Balance 1923-1924 $115.09 May 3 tennis balls $0.75 Interest April, 1924 2 . 85 Basket-ball repairs 50— $1.25 Subscriptions 158.00 June Judges ' gifts 11.50 Interest October, 1924 81 Basket-ball repairs 75 12 crests 2.50 1 doz. tennis balls 7.00 Umpire ' s fee 5 .00 Gymnastic shields 3.75 — -30.50 Sept. 2 doz. tennis balls 12 . 00 Tennis cups 15.53 — 27.53 Oct. Tennis tapes 17.00 2 basket-balls 20.00— 37.00 Nov, Jumping rope .65 Jan. 2 badminton racquets 9.00 1 press 1.25 1 doz. sh,uttlecocks 6.00 6 hockey sticks 7 . 20— 23 . 45 Feb. Basket-ball repairs 28 . 70 Supports for goals 8 . 40 Painting lines 12.50 2 buckles for boom 2 . 70 Hockey goals 45 . 00 Installing above 12.00 6 hockey pucks 2.40—111.70 Mar. 24 crests 5.10 Ribbon for stripes 4.86 Plate for floor 2.00 First Aid requisites 3 . 00 Badminton rules 25 Crests 3.00 Stamps 22— 18.43 $250.51 Balance 26.24 $276.75 $276.75 [80] OLD s if not LAST June five of the Sixth Form passed McGill Matriculation — Beatrice Carter, Olive Scobell, Marion Ross, Betty Byers and Margaret Adams. Beatrice Carter won the Trafal ' gar Scholarship and is now in McGill studying Arts. Marion Ross, Olive Scobell, Frances Prissick, Jean Worden, and Betty Byers are also students at McGill. We congratulate Marion Ross on having won a cup for Public Speaking this year at McGill. Three of our Old Girls have recently taken up Nursing. Annie Johnson and Martha Lamb are both at the General Hospital, while Margaret Dixon is enjoying her work very much at the Royal Victoria. Victoria Torrington is at the Margaret Eaton School in Toronto, taking a course in Physical Education. Margaret Adams has been taking a course at the Business College in Sault Ste. Marie. Helen Buchol is taking a Secretarial Course at Mrs. Dow ' s School, BriarclifF Manor, New York. Kathleen Buchanan is at school in England. Joan Kenyon is working in the Westmount Branch of the Canadian Bank of Commerce. Frances Newman has been at school in Lausanne during the past year. Kathleen Anderson, Rita Parker, Gladys Small and Frances Ellis have been at home this winter. Mary Bishop has a studio now in Montreal. Her sister Eleanor is working with her. Margaret Archibald is now at Macdonald College, taking a course in Domestic Science. Elsie Wallis is in Paris. L. Gwendolin Duff has just begun to practice as a barrister and solicitor in Edmonton. [81] Winnifred Kydd has been awarded a Fellowship for a second year of graduate study at Bryn Mawr. Gerda Holman has finished her course of training at the Sargent Physical Training College and is graduating this month. Alice Bissett, Kathleen Perrin, Esther England, Isabel Sommer are taking their finals in McGill this month. Carol Robertson is taking an M.Sc. Degree. We wish them all good luck. MARRIAGES LORNA McDOUGALL — JOHN PRICE VERNA CLARKE — LESLIE KENNEDY MARGARET BRUCE TAYLOR — GORDON ANDERSON DOROTHY ROSS — DARYL FAIRWEATHER MARION HUFF — REV. FRANCIS LIGHTBOURN GRACE WILLIAMSON — JAMES G. NOTMAN Boarding School Life in Switzerland JAM sure there are very few Canadian girls who know what delightful boarding schools there are in Switzerland. I have just returned from Lausanne, which is specially noted for the large number of boarding schools. Lausanne is a charming little town situated on Lake Leman. Most of the surrounding mountains are snow ' capped all the year round. ' ' Les Fougeres, " the name of the school where I spent the past winter, is a beautiful old house with all the bedroom windows overlooking the lake and mountains. This snapshot is a view from one of my bedroom windows. The picture does not do it justice at all as the colouring is wonderful. The ' ' life " at ' ' Les Fougeres " is quite strenuous. The most difficult thing of all is speaking French continually. It was almost impossible last September as very few of us knew much French at all. This year there are girls of seventeen nationalities. This makes it very interesting, as it is not very often one has the opportunity of meeting Egyptians, Greeks, and Syrians. There are a great many sports there, such as riding, swimming and skating. Last September every afternoon we went down to the lake to swim. It really was glorious. Another thing we [82] enjoyed was gathering grapes. ' ' Les Fougeres " own two large vineyards. We spent one whole day picking the grapes and afterwards they were made into wine. The rides are beautiful in Lausanne. There are many rides by the lake as well as up the mountain trails. A holiday is given the first Monday in each month. There are always several trips organized, and each girl is allowed to choose where she would like to go. Geneva is a favourite trip. It is a lovely old town and very picturesque. Hikes are also very popular, but we found the mountain climbing very tiring. We spent last Christmas holidays in the mountains, with the exception of Christmas Day which we all enjoyed to the utmost, although it seemed a bit strange to be singing Christmas hymns and carols in French. The two weeks ' vacation in the mountains was wonderful. The Canadian girls were glad to see snow again and had a busy time teaching some of the others to ski. The next term was rather uneventful. There were some very good concerts and plays, and we were all quite busy. For the Easter holidays, quite a few girls were taken to Italy. It was a wonderful trip, and they enjoyed Venice especially. I have made very briefly an outline of my two terms at ' ' Les Fougeres, ' ' but I would like to say, that in spite of our excursions and sports, we had a great deal of time to study. Our studies commenced at 8 a.m. and continued till 12 o ' clock. At 12.30 we had ' ' dejeuner. " At 2 there was a walk and at 3 there was studying till 6.30. After dinner there was sewing and reading aloud till 9 o ' clock. Very often there were little recitals. I enjoyed the two terms immensely and have derived great benefit from them in many ways, and hope other Trafalgar girls will go and will have as much pleasure as I had. Frances Newman (an Old Girl). [83] Parodied Proverbs A mouse in the trap is worth two in the hole. A lazy person gathers no sticks. Dull mind never won good marks. Loud talking corrupts good voices. An ounce of gold is worth a pound of lead. People who live in wooden houses shouldn ' t cook onions. There are none so lame as those who will not walk. Think before you speak. When the mistress is away the girls will play. A slice off the new loaf. Spring goes before a fall. The early person gets a dance. All is not mirth that titters. A scratched dog dreads the cat. A poor scholar blames his books. Truly Laudable Miss B. : ' ' Have you drawn anything for the magazine, Carol? " Carol: ' ' No, Nliss Bryan. " Miss B. : " Have you written anything? " Carol: " No, Miss Bryan. " Miss B. : " Have you done anything for it, Carol? " Carol (desperately): " No, but Tm going to make a joke. " [84] Jokes From a Sixth Form essay. — The children in the coalmines during the Industrial Revolution grew up amid the most shocking and brutal immortality. ' ' Well, " said the professor when he came in with the examination papers. ' ' No, sick, " " said the students. Explorer: — " It was a narrow escape. For hours I hung to a rope while the chasm yawned beneath. " Tired Listener: — " How bored it must have been! " " Does your new Chinese cook speak good English? " " No, he speaks broken china. " Girl (in Math, exam.): — " How far are you from the correct answer? " Ditto: — " Two seats. " She: " I think sheep are so stupid, don ' t you? " He: " Yes, my lamb. " If a Theta Meta Beta With a Gamma Phi; If a Theta Greet a Beta Need a Kappa Psi? Every Theta Hasa Mata None they say have I, But all the boys They smile at me Cause Ima Hunka Pi. ; " My time has come, " muttered the nervous Frenchman as he walked down to the mail box, opened a package and pulled out his watch. A Chinese truckman in San Francisco sent to a grocer the following bill for delivering orders : 10 goes 10 comes At 50 cents a went — $5.00. " How do you sell this Limburger? " " I often wonders myself, m ' am. " Question: What is dust? Answer: Mud with the water squeezed out of it. Jack (showing a picture of himself on a donkey) : " I had this taken when I was at Margate last summer. Do you think it is like me? " Pat: " Rath er! But who ' s that on your back? " [85] The Rink A rink they did make, Just for our sake; It proved but a fake, No rink, but a lake ! Teacher: " How do you make a Maltese Cross? " Little Boy: " Please, sir, step on his tail ' Mrs. Brown: " I admire Dr. Young immensely. He is so persevering in the face of difficulties. He always reminds me of Patience sitting on a monument. ' ' Mr. Brown: " Yes; but what I am becoming rather alarmed about is the number of monuments sitting on his patients. " " One thing that I like about that new girl, " remarked one mistress to another, " is that she ' s so reliable. You can always tell what she is going to do next. " " And what is that? " " Nothing. " Mistress: " Change this sentence into the active voice: ' Up to that time I had never been given a detention by the new mistress ' . " Bright Girl (who remembers that the subject must do the action): " Up to that time I had never given the new mistress a detention. " Mistress: " What is the meaning of ' opiate ' ? " J.P.: " An opiate is something that dulls the sentiments. " Rastus: " Wheah you-all bin? " Finney: " Lookin ' foah work. " Rastus: " Man! Man! Yoah cu ' osity ' s gonna git you into trouble yit. " Sam: " They seem to grow large vegetables in Montreal. " Pat: " How d ' you know? " Sam: " Because, the other day they found three policemen sleeping on a beat. " A Vegetable Romance If you carrot all for me, lettuce get married. Please, dear, don ' t squash my hopes, as we cantaloupe, for I love your turnip nose and radish cheeks. My idea of an optimist is a man who does a cross ' word puzzh with a pen. French Profes sor (to scholar who was usually late but who, for the past week, had been coming early) : " I see you are early of late. You used to be behind before. But now you are first at last. " Disillusion One night I slept on wedding ' cake My future to forsee: But now I know its all a fake I dreamt of English history. [ 86 ] What is the difference between an English hostess, an Irish hostess and a Scotch hostess, if you were at afternoon tea and had no sugar? The Enghsh hostess would pass the sugar bowl and say, ' ' Help yourself. ' ' The Irish hostess would say, " Pass your cup and 111 give you some ' But the Scotch hostess would say, ' ' Did you stir it? " Ambitious Arthur: " Hurrah! Five dollars for my latest story. " Friend: " Who from? " Writer: " The express company. They lost it. " Question: What is wind? Answer: Air in a hurry. Customer: " Waiter! This is an absurdly small steak youVe given me. " Waiter: " Yes, sir; bat it will take you a wonderful long time to eat it, sir. " " Mother, have you got a nickel for a poor old man? " " Where ' s the poor old man, sonny? " " Down at the corner selling icecream cones. " Mrs. Jones (gazing at Niagara Falls): " I could stand looking at these falls forever. " Mr. Jones: " But would it not be rather disagreeable, my dear, to go through life with a cataract in one ' s eye? " Classified Ads. Lost — A fountain pen by a girl half ' full of green ink. For Sale — A house with two baths on the carbine. Wanted — A boy to open oysters with good references. Bulldog for Sale — Will eat anything; very fond of children. Wanted — A furnished apartment suitable for a man with folding doors. Miss B. : " What is a synonym? " J, Chillas: " The word you use when you can ' t spell the word you want. " [87] Address Diredtory Miss Gumming, Trafalgar Institute, Montreal STAFF Miss Atack, 865 Tapper Street, Montreal. Miss Berkley, Trafalgar Institute, Montreal. Miss Blair, 787 Sherbrooke Street West. Miss Brock, 451 Sherbrooke Street. Miss Brown, 422 Wood Avenue, Westmount. Miss Bryan, Trafalgar Institute, Montreal. Miss Cousins, 4924 Sherbrooke Street, Westmount. Miss Heighington, 583 Avenue Road, Toronto. Miss Hicks, 74 St. Mark Street, Montreal. Mlle Juge, Trafalgar Institute, Montreal. Mlle La Mothe, 92 St. Lawrence Street, Longueuil. Miss Lawson, Trafalgar Institute, Montreal. Miss Lewis, 31 Chomedy Street, Montreal. Miss MacKirdy, Apt. i, 739 Dorchester Street, Montreal. Miss Nicholl, Trafalgar Institute, Montreal. Miss Pearson, 74 St. Mark Street, Montreal. Miss Randall, Trafalgar Institute, Montreal. Miss Riggall, 74 St. Mark Street, Montreal. Miss Sym, 513 Claremont Avenue, Westmount. The Highest Quality Glasses any style — regular $12 to $ij quality At a Standard Price $ C.50 Accuracy — Guaranteed yj Brown Optical Co. Limited 55(5 St. Catherine Street West Records and " Brunswick adiolas ' ' DeForest-Crossley Freed Eisemann Zenith Westinghouse Northern Electric Radio Sets LAYTON BROS. LIMITED 552 St. Catherine Street West [88] Diredlory Trafalgar Institute, 83 Simpson Street A. Abbott, Kathleen, 397 Guy Street, Montreal. Ahern, Doris, 1362 Greene Ave., Westmount. Ahern, Hazel, 1362 Greene Ave., Westmount. Ames, Mary, 39 Summit Crescent, Westmount. Archibald, Joan, 52 Westmount Boulevard, Westmount. Archibald, Nancy, 52 Westmount Boulevard, Westmount. d ' Arcy, Barbara, 4335 Westmount Ave., Westmount. Arnold, Roslyn, 22 Ontario Ave., Montreal. B. Bain, Margaret, 54 Windsor Ave., Westmount, Bazin, Cynthia, 4064 Dorchester Street, Westmount. Belnap, Celeste, 558 Roslyn Ave., Westmount. BiRKS, Lois, 294 Stanley Street, Montreal. Bishop, Ruth, 454 Elm Ave., Westmount. Boehmer, Margareta, 825 Grosvenor Ave., Westmount. BoKER, Gabriele, Apartment 148, Mexico City, D.F. BoLLES, Jeanne, 20 Selkirk Ave., Westmount. Brisbane, Marion, 452 Strathcona Ave., Westmount. Brodie, Jean, 4295 Montrose Ave., Westmount. Bruce, Jocelyn, 18 Aberdeen Ave., Westmount. BuRPE, Lois, 288 McDougall Ave., Outremont. BuRRiLL, Hope, 7 Rockledge Court, 351 Cote des Neiges, Montreal. Butler, Betty, 658 Belgium Ave., Westmount. Byers, Anne, 1804 Queen Mary Road, Westmount. C. Cameron, Janet, 25 Grey Ave., Notre Dame de Grace. Chill AS, Joan, 102 Fort Street, Montreal. CoppiN, Alva, 38 Sussex Ave., Montreal. Crabtree, Dorothy, 768 Cote St. Antoine Road, Westmount. Crethan, Margaret, 195 Mance Street, Montreal. D. Dann, Doreen, 2 Bishop Street, Montreal. Darling, Jean, 78 St. Matthew Street, Montreal. Davies, Gwynneth, 80 St. Mark Street, Montreal. Day, Jocelyn, 280 44th Ave., Lachine. DeBrisay, Betty, 105 Grand Boulevard, Notre Dame de Grace. Dobbin, Phyllis, 31 Grey Ave., Notre Dame de Grace. Doble, Audrey, 102 Westmount Boulevard, Westmount. Doble, Marjorie, 102 Westmount Boulevard, Westmount. DocKRiLL, Frances, 3351 The Crescent, Shaughnessy Heights, Vancouver, B.C. Dods, Gratia, 146 Cote St. Antoine Road, Westmount. DoDWELL, Isabelle, 6 Rocklcdgc Court, Cote des Neiges Road, Westmount. Doty, Dorothy, 198 Harvard Ave., Notre Dame de Grace. DuRANT, Phyllis, 39 Grosvenor Apts., Sherbrooke Street, Montreal. E. Earle, Mary, 172 Edgehill Road., Westmount. Ekers, Dawn, 265 Bishop Street, Montreal. Ekers, Marion, 265 Bishop Street, Montreal. [89] Elliott, Isabel, Box 70, Prescott, Ont. Ellis, Audrey, 58 Westmount Boulevard, Westmount. Ellis, Ernestine, 58 Westmount Boulevard, Westmount. Enright, Freda, 388 Roslyn Ave., Westmount. Everitt, Charlotte, hi Washington Street, East Orange, N. F. Findlay, Helen, 9 Edgar Ave., Rosedale, Toronto, Ont. FiSK, Ellen, 3562 Park Ave., Montreal. Form AN, Lorraine, 141 Grey Ave., Notre Dame de Grace. FosBERY, Eileen, 84 Grand Boulevard, Notre Dame de Grace. FosBERY, Lois, 84 Grand Boulevard, Notre Dame de Grace. Fosbery, Sylvia, 84 Grand Boulevard, Notre Dame de Grace. Foster, Ann, 629 Victoria Ave., Westmount. Frink, Sylvia, Rothesay, N.B. Frith, Barbara, 413 Argyle Ave., Westmount. Fry, Lucy, 10 Rosemount Ave., Westmount. Fuller, Leslie, Dongan Hills, Staten Island, N.Y. G. Gilmore, Alice, 89 Gladstone Ave., Westmount. Gilpin, Helen, Rosemere, P.Q. GoDARD, Katherine, Pittsburg, Penn., U.S.A. GooDFELLOW, Mary, 367 Peel Street, Montreal. Grant, Catherine, i6 Chelsea Place, Montreal. Green, Phyllis, i6 de Setembre, Apt. 26, Mexico. Grindley, Margaret, 248 Redfern Ave., Westmount. GuDEWiLL, Lascelles, Rit2; ' Carlton Hotel, Montreal. H. Hand, Marion, 640 Belgium Ave., Westmount. Hargrave, Heather, P.O.B. 1143, Montreal. Harley, Marjorie, 316 West 94th Street, New York City. Harvey ' Jellie, Doreen, 483 Elm Ave., Westmount. Haydon, Barbara, 1197 Cote St. Antoine Road, Montreal. Haydon, Dorothy, 1197 Cote St. Antoine Road, Montreal. Hayes, Cornelia, 35 Beloeil Ave., Outremont. Hearn, Muriel, 623 Victoria Ave., Westmount. Henry, Joan, 146 Crescent Street, Montreal., Heward Marguerite, 978 Tupper Street, Montreal. Hill, Agnes, 409 Mackay Street, Montreal. Hill, Margaret, 261 Clifton Ave., Notre Dame de Grace. Hill, Marianne, 409 Mackay Street, Montreal. HoBsoN, Betty, 4022 Tupper Street, Montreal. HoGLE, Kathleen, 412 Marlowe Ave., Notre Dame de Grace. Howard, Alma, 372 Mountain Street, Montreal. Howard, Evelyn, 372 Mountain Street, Montreal. Howard, Hazel, 372 Mountain Street, Montreal. Howard, Jane, 372 Mountain Street, Montreal. Howell, Beatrice, 572 Victoria Ave., Montreal. Hoyt, Helen, hi Portland Ave., Mount Royal. HuLME, Marjorie, ioi Grey Ave., Notre Dame de Grace. Hurry, Betty, 463 Landsdowne Ave., Westmount. J- Jamieson, Jean, 4343 Montrose Ave., Westmount. Jaques, Bella, 233 Bishop Street, Montreal. [90] Jenkins, Vivian, 666 Belmont Ave., Westmount. Johnson, Doris, Clapham, Que. Johnson, Margaret, Clapham, Que. Jones, Peggy, 28 Garden Street, Saint John, N.B. Jordan, Betty, 144 Douglas Ave., Saint John, N.B. K. Kennedy, Elizabeth, 4026 Tupper Street, Montreal. L. Laidley, Ruth, 5040 Park Ave., Montreal. Lamb, Doris, 455 Mackay Street, Montreal. Lamb, Evelyn, 455 Mackay Street, Montreal, Lamb, Jean, 455 Mackay Street, Montreal. Lang, Elsie, 2 Bishop Street, Montreal. Langford, Eleanor, 827 Victoria Ave., Westmount. Lincoln, Mildred, 731 Sherbrooke Street West, Montreal. LocKHART, Mary, 32 St. Luke Street, Montreal. Luther, Marie, Hudson Heights, Que. M. Macalister, Jean, 23 Aberdeen Street, Quebec. MacGregor, Charlotte, 97 Brock Ave., Montreal West. Mackenzie, Margaret, 4172 Dorchester Street West, Westmount. MacLaurin, Marion, 267 De TEpee Ave., Outremont. Main, Aidrie, 121 Westmount Boulevard, Westmount. Marriott, Helen, Apt. 20, 440 Mt. Stephen Ave., Westmount. . Massey, Ruth, 2 Tower Ave., Montreal. Masson, Kathleen, ioi St. Luke Street, Montreal. McAviTY, Viola, 83 Hazen Street, Saint John, N.B. McBride, Eleanor, 638 Roslyn Ave., Westmount. Meekison, Eunice, 4280 Dorchester Street, Westmount. Miller, Elizabeth, 44 Sunnyside Ave., Westmount. Miller, Ruth, 44 Sunnyside Ave., Westmount. MiLLERD, Muriel, Box 679, Prince Rupert, B.C. Miner, Betty, 660 Sherbrooke Street West, Montreal. Miner, Nora, 660 Sherbrooke Street West, Montreal. Mitchell, Eileen, 718 Sherbrooke Street West, Montreal. Mitchell, Patricia, 718 Sherbrooke Street West, Montreal. Mitchell, Pauline, 718 Sherbrooke Street West, Montreal. Monk, Geraldine, 618 Victoria Ave., Westmount. Morgan, Alfreda, 343 Clarke Ave., Westmount. MuDGE, Betty, Apt. 10, Laurentian Apts., 29 Cote des Neiges, Montreal. MuNN, Adelaide, 6 Seaforth Ave., Westmount. Murphy, Norah, 415 Wilbrod Street, Ottawa, Ont. Murray, Margaret, 51 Belvidere Road, Westmount. MussELL, Constance, 24 Melbourne Ave., Westmount. MussELL, Phyllis, 24 Melbourne Ave., Westmount. N. Newman, Peggy, 634 Sydenham Ave., Westmount. NicoLL, Dorothy, i Winchester Ave., Westmount. NiEGHORN, Gertrude, 4878 Westmount Ave., Westmount. O. Oliver, Peggy, Drummond Apts., 210 Stanley Street, Montreal. [91 ] p. Pashley, Fredajean, 607 Victoria Ave., Westmount. Patterson, Ruth, 4876 Westmount Ave., Westmount. Payan, Marjorie, 610 Victoria Ave., Westmount. Peck, Barbara, 428 Clarke Ave., Westmount. Peters, Eileen, 216 Bishop Street, Montreal. Peters, Jean, 216 Bishop Street, Montreal. Pitt, Margaret, 25 Ainslie Ave., Outremont. Poole, Margaret, 574 Cote St. Antoine Road, Westmount. Porter, Ann, 614 Sherbrooke Street West, Montreal. Powell, Elizabeth, 202 Cote St. Antoine Road, Westmount. Putnam, Kathleen, 223 Harvard Ave., Notre Dame de Grace R. Racine, Marguerite, 205 Edgehill Road, Westmount. Reeves, Ruth, 686 Roslyn Ave., Westmount. Renouf, Ethel, 524 Victoria Ave., Westmount. Rex, Elsie, 617 Victoria Ave., Westmount. Ritchie, Helen, 68 Aberdeen Ave., Westmount. RoBBiNS, Lillian, 574 Durocher Ave., Outremont. Roberts, Gwen, 149 Drummond Street, Montreal. Robertson, Betty, Apt. 417, Drummond Court, Montreal. Robinson, Catherine, 99 Crescent Street, Montreal. Ross, Carol, 414 Bourgeois Street, Pt. St. Charles. Rowley, Annie, Lake Edward, P.Q. Roy, Norma, 431 Grosvenor Ave., Westmount. S. Sampson, Shirley, Gananoque, Ont. Saunderson, Violet, 14 Melbourne Ave., Westmount. Scott, Isabel, 577 Grosvenor Ave., Westmount. Seely, Ruth, 14 Seaforth Ave., Montreal. Seely, Margot, 14 Seaforth Ave., Montreal. Seidensticher, Katharine, 109 Sunny side Ave., Montreal. Sessenwein, Miriam, 470 Strathcona Ave., Westmount. Shaw, Audrey, 205 St. Catherine Road, Outremont. Shaw, Betty, 205 St. Catherine Road, Outremont, Shaw, Helen, 205 St. Catherine Road, Outrem6nt. Shaw, Grace, 482 Mt. Pleasant Ave., Westmount. Shaw, Helen, 4412 St. Catherine Street West, Westmount. Shepherd, Lilias, 105 St. Luke Street, Montreal. Simpson, Kathleen, 603 Roslyn Ave., Westmount. Simpson, Ruth, Apt. 41, 58 Metcalfe Street, Montreal. Slessor, Christeen, no Arlington Ave., Westmount. Smart, Janet, 70 Cedar Ave., Montreal. Smith, Carolyn, No. 8 The Grove, Beaconsfield, P.Q. Smyth, Muriel, 758 University Street, Montreal. SoMERviLLE, ISABELLA, 63 1 Carleton Ave., Westmount. Stanley, Kathleen, 302 Harvard Ave., Westmount. Stanway, Elizabeth, 637 Belmont Ave., Westmount. Stephen, Gertrude, 86 Westmount Boulevard, Westmount. Stewart, Betty, 97 Drummond Apts., Montreal. Stewart, Vivian, 97 Drummond Apts., Montreal. St. George, Elizabeth, 150 Crescent Street, Montreal. Stocking, Helen, 4038 Dorchester Street West, Westmount. [92] Stocking, Nancy, 4038 Dorchester Street West, Westmount. Stroud, Betty, 4187 Avenue Road, Westmount. Sullivan, Norah, The Travancore, 70 Cedar Ave., Montreal. Sullivan, Sheilagh, The Travancore, 70 Cedar Ave., Montreal. Sumner, Dorothy, 648 Grosvenor Ave., Westmount. Sumner, Marguerite, 648 Grosvenor Ave., Westmount. Swan, Helen, 635 Grosvenor Ave., Westmount. T. Tatley, Blair, 45 Durocher Street, Montreal. Tatley, Eleanor, 45 Durocher Street, Montreal. Taylor, Jean, 599 Roslyn Ave., Westmount. Taylor, Phyllis, 1221 Notre Dame Street, St. Lambert. Thompson, Anna, 47 St. Mark Street, Montreal. TiRBUTT, Barbara, 7 Chelsea Place, Montreal. Todd, Roma, 869 Cote St. Antoine Road, Westmount. TooKE, Barbara, 368 Mountain Street, Montreal. TooKE, Elizabeth, 368 Mountain Street, Montreal. TooKE, Gretchen, 368 Mountain Street, Montreal. TooKE, Katherine, 368 Mountain Street, Montreal. Train, Elizabeth, 13 17 Bull Street, Savannah, Georgia. Train, Mary, 13 17 Bull Street, Savannah, Georgia. Truax, Maida, 812 Cote St. Antoine Road, Westmount. Truax, Velma, 812 Cote St. Antoine Road, Westmount. TuRNBULL, Edith, Boscobel, N.W.A., Halifax, N.S. Tyre, Jean, 395 Marlowe Ave., Notre Dame de Grace. V. Vaughan, Betty, 17 Redpath Street, Montreal. W. Walker, Joan, 50 Belvidere Road, Westmount. Walker, Vivian, 50 Belvidere Road, Westmount. Wallis, Marjorie, 239 Drummond Street, Montreal. Ward, Dorothy, 112 Arlington Ave., Westmount. Watson, Ruth, 4839 Westmount Ave., Westmount. Weaver, Jeannette, 616 Grosvenor Ave., Westmount. Wener, Gertrude, 4280 Western Ave., Westmount. Whillans, Eileen, Howick, P.Q. Whitley, Ruth, Bedford, P.Q. Wood, Betty, 4485 Sherbrooke Street West, Westmount. Wood, Editha, 45 Royal Ave., Westmount. Wright, Naomi, 39 Thornhill Ave., Westmount. Y. Young, Florence, 15 Aberdeen Ave., Westmount. Z. Zinnstag, Doris, 4346 Westmount Ave., Westmount. [ 93] [94] Booksellers to Tr af algar Institute FOSTER BROWN CO. LIMITED Booksellers and Stationers E CARRY A COM- PLETE STOCK of all BOOKS USED at TRAFALGAR INSTITUTE New books received as published: Fiction, Biography, History, Travel, Poetry, the Drama, etc. A large stock of standard books always on hand 472 ST. CATHERINE STREET WEST Phones: Uptown 1 41- 0 8 Outremont T)airy R.LEITH c ♦ J r o (r o PURE FRESH MILK DELIVERED DAILY BEFORE BREAKFAST (T+o c fv (Tfo r o Choice Table and Whipping- Cream a Specialty 9 PAGNUELO AVENUE Phone Atlantic 0085 Jewels of Quality HOWARD H. PATCH MOUXT ROTAL HOTEL BUILDING PEEL STREET . MONTREAL The Launderers of Quality Highest Grade Hand Work Only The Parisian Laundry SPECIALISTS IN THE ART OF FINE LAUNDERING WOULD YOU LIKE TO SEE OUR TARIFF 833 ST. CATHERINE STREET WEST, MONTREAL Phone Uptown S797 Note— Launderers to Trafalgar Institute for Over Twenty-Five Years J.W.SHAW CO. Player Pianos and Phonographs Music and Musical Instruments 356 West St. Catherine Street Everything in Music at Shaw ' s McClary ' s make good cooking utensils, gas ranges, electric ranges and . . . Florence Oil Stoves Ranges to fit any kitchen in finishes to harmonize with any kitchen. Sold By A II Good Stove Dealers McClary ' s, 23 Wellington St. MONTREAL Compliments oj O ' BRIEN WILLIAMS CLARK ' S SOUPS Wonderfully Delicious and MADE IN CANADA TOILET ARTICLES What better gift for any occasion than a set of PYRALIN Toiletware?— so beautiful and useful — Ask to see the distinctive LaBelle (illustrated) and famous DuBarry patterns — Look for the name stamp ' ' P YRA LIN ' ' — Write for Booklets ARLINGTON COMPANY OF CANADA LIMITED joj Beauhien Street West, Montreal Qompliments of A FRIEND FRUITS AND VEGETABLES L. LEIBOVITZ, Proprietor Quality Jruit Store If quality and reasonable prices count, you will find this the right store to deal with. 839 St. Catherine Street West UPTOWN 5871 Frederic H. Blair CANADIAN ACADEMY OF MUSIC LESSOKS m PlAnpFORTE PLATI7v(G, VOCAVCOACH FOR REPERrOlRE AA[D mTERPRETAriOK 745 St. Catherine Street West Room ii Phone Uptown 3542 Butter and Eggs Our business is to deliver good butter and eggs to your home. A telephone call will bring a salesman with a regular weekly supply. E. E. WALLACE LIMITED 100 STANLEY STREET UPTOWN 3805-6 Mathewson ' s Sons Importers of Teas, Coffees, Dried Fruits and General GROCERIES TRADE MARK M SONS Established 1834 202 McGill Street, Montreal ADDRESS MAIL P.O. BOX 1570 Huntly Ward Davis Architect i 42 BELMONT STREET r.6f EMPLOYERS ' LIABILITY ASSURANCE CORPORATION, LIMITED of London, England INSURANCE OF ALL KINDS INCLUDING Automobile (all risks) accident and sick- ness — fire — explosion — use and occupancy — workmen ' s compensation, fidelity guar- antee and surety bonds — boiler — burglary — elevator — loss of profits. Assets Exceed - $44,000 000 CANADIAN BRANCH Offices Insurance Exchange Building, Montreal Temple Building, Toronto C. W. 1. WOODLAND General Manager JOHN JENKINS Fire Manager jFranfe pailep WATCHMAKER HAS REMOVED FROM 16 McGill College Avenue TO 145 St. Catherine Street West at Guy Street STEWART- DUSSAULT Jine Shoes DAINTY ATTRACTIVE COMFORTABLE QUALITY SHOES Reasonably Priced 188a Peel Street, Montreal Opposite Mount Royal Hotel Deposit your Savings with THE MONTREAL CITY and DISTRICT SAVINGS BANK ESTABLISHED 1846 The Only Savings " Bank in Montreal H. P. LESPERANCE, General Manager T. TAGGART SMYTH Assistant General Manager VYotman MAKERS of PICTORIAL PORTRAITS William Notman Son LIMITED PHOTOGRAPHERS New Studio: 225-227 PEEL ST. MONTREAL Phones Uptown gg-iogg Ley McAllan Limited Jl ovists 558 St. Catherine St. West MONTREAL R. N. Taylor Co. Ltd. Opticians Phone Uptown jgoo 522 St. Catherine St. West MONTREAL Henry Gatehouse Son FISH, OYSTERS, GAA4E POULTRY and VEGETABLES Everything in season and obtainable TELEPHONES UPTOWN 903-904-905-2724 346 to 352 Dorchester St. West MONTREAL LET US FILL TOUR SCHOOL REQUIREMENTS WE place the entire resources of our store at the disposal of the pupils of Trafalgar School, and are confident of filling their needs to their entire satisfaction. For the school uniform we suggest our pure wool navy blue cheviot serge, 54 inches wide, 1.95 a yard. The gym bloomers also are of navy blue serge, very well made and fully pleated, 2.50. The regulation blouses and fawn hose may also be purchased here. Then for outdoor and after school wear there are the smartest coats and frocks, not forgetting crisp taffeta and filmy georgette dresses for party wear. A. F. RiDDELL, C.A. A. C. Stead, C.A. J. Maxtone Graham, C.A James Hutchison, C.A. John Paterson, C.A. H. D. Clapperton, C.A. RIDDELL, STEAD, GRAHAM HUTCHISON Chartered Accountants 80 St. Francois Xavier Street MONTREAL And at TORONTO HAMILTON ST. CATHARINES WINDSOR WINNIPEG REGINA CALGARY VANCOUVER LONDON, ENGLAND EDINBURGH, SCOTLAND ;cooKSi EUROPE SEE Europe the best way— use the organized methods of travel and sightseeing which we have devised and which have proved their value for almost a century. Our conveniently located offices are at your service with every possible facility. STEAMSHIP TICKETS BY ALL LINES INDIVIDUAL INDEPENDENT TRAVEL— We plan special itineraries for you, your family, or small party, in accordance with your own ideas as to time and expense involved. 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