Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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June -1927 V)teeting the Worlds Gaze C[ Happy, indeed, is she who knows her ring is fault ' less — who raises it with radiant confidence to the gaze of her friends. The name BIRKS is more than a pledge of quality — ■ it is a source of proud assurance of recognized smart- ness and perfection. $Lrks PHILLIPS SQUARE MONTREAL Stanley Gardner 7 Gladstone Ai ' enue, Westmount Phone WEstmount 2218 Phone UPtoivn 3373 Dependable Flowers for all occasions Hall Robinson Limited 825 St. Catherine St. West The Goodchild Electrical Co. El ectrical Contra cting and Repairs FIRST CLASS SERVICE IS DAILY INCREASING OUR VOLUME OF BUSINESS 128 St. Peter Street Montreal TELEPHONE MAIN 0716 Miner " GUIDE Rubbers and Tennis Shoes Smart Footwear for Trafalgar Girls When summer spreads her verdant hues, By mountain streams or lakeside knolls, Wear Miner " Guides " — the canvas shoes That show the Picture on the Soles. On " Guides " insist; they ' re hard to beat For comfy wear mid summer heat: They ' re made to last; they ' re strong and neat; They ' re sure to fit your dainty feet. LOOK FOR THE PICTURE ON rilE SOLE The MINER RUBBER CO. Limited Factories: GRANBY, P.Q. Sold by Prominent Montreal Dealers SINCE 1911 Boys ' Clothing SPECIALISTS Complete Merits Department Including English-made Suits and Overcoats to measure LIMITED 702 ST CATHEPINE STREET WEST MONTREAL Geo. Graham REGD Iliglu ' sl Class Grocers since iS6i Reliable Quality and Service We specialize in expert packing and shipping of groceries to out of town summer residents, sportsmen and campers. Please inquire about our special freight allowance to points in Quebec and Ontario Phone uptown 6800 connecting all departments 572 St. Catherine Street West Corner of Drummond Street Phones UPtown 5662-5663 International Music Store (Ramspergers ' ) The largest assortment of CLASSICAL MUSIC IN CANADA European and American Editions Pianos, Violins, Mandolins Metronomes, Strings and Accessories Brunswick Phonographs Records 633 ST. CATHERINE ST. WEST MONTREAL PHONES LAncaster 7137 ' 7138 ' 7139 ' 6612 Henry Gatehouse Son Dealers and Importers of FISH, OYSTERS, GAME, POULTRY, EGGS and VEGETABLES 348 Dorchester Street West Montreal Your Savings Account ANY BRANCH of the Bank of Montreal will L be glad to open a Savings Account for you, no matter how modest your savings may be. Interest is paid on all Savings Deposits of one dollar and upwards Bank of Montreal Established 1817 " A BANK WHERE SMALL ACCOUNTS ARE WELCOME " 55 Branches in Montreal and District Jaeger MILTONS LIMITFn ) A smart coat of soft Jaeger pure wool is fashion ' s hardy perennial, for it is always wherever the sun shines on outdoor sports. It is one of these informal, loungy coats that you throw on after tennis, as well as for a stroll on the Boulevard. We offer many other charm- ing creations in Jaeger pure wool, imported direct from England to our own shop at 326 St. Catherine St. W. The Cradock Simpson Company (Business Established 1879) Real Estate Insurance Valnations Mortgage Loans Exclusive Selling Agents of the Priests " Farm Subdivision and other Residential Developments TRANSPORTATION BUILDING 120 St. James St.. Montreal Phone MAin 8090 ff ith the Compliments of the GUARANTEED PURE MILK CO. 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BON DE SOUSA 1 RUE DES ITALIENS CIRCULATING LIBRARY TELEPHONE UPTOWN 6639 B u r t o n ' s Limited " Booksellers and Stationers Engravers and Printers 597 St. Catherine Street West MONTREAL, P.Q. {Between Drummond and Mountain Streets) Telephone Uptown 6834 Fashionable Daughters like shopping at EATON ' S IS it because the " fine feathers " that are importations are so moderate in price? Or because the Store is just such another wonder as Santa Claus ' pack . . . with ahnost everything a girl could want in it? A survey of THE GIRLS ' HAT SHOP, SECOND FLOOR THE GIRLS ' CLOTHING DEPARTMENT, THIRD FLOOR THE ACCESSORIES DEPARTMENTS, MAIN FLOOR will convince you of the wisdom of selecting your summer wardrobe here. G -o (r- o When Holidays Come you will wish them to have the happy start that a marcel wave at the Salon Elysee can give. You feel twice as smart with your hair nicely done . . . and look it too. Expert services only in this Salon, Fifth Floor. TELEPHONE UPTOWN 7000 for an appointment STORE HOURS 9 A.M. to 5.30 P.M. .- T. EATON C9,„,T.o OF MONTREAL Contents Page Editorial - - , , , , . 12 Literary - Confederation ' 32 ) Lectures , , , , 34 Juniors , , , . , ' ' 39 School Chronicle , ' ' ij Girl Guides , , , , . , , i x Sports ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' 61 Basketball House - - - - - - 68 Music and Drama - ' ' ' - 78 Old Girls ' Activities 81 Jokes ,,,,,,, ' 1 Address Directory Autographs - - , . , , , 1 JUNE, 1927 VOLUME X €ct)oes! MAGAZINE STAFF Editor Margaret Bain Sub-Editors DOREEN HaRVEY ' JeLLIE Secretary Margaret Cameron Doris Johnson I Treasurer Jean Peters Advertising Managers Art Representative ' Athletic Representative ' Advisor to Magazine Staff Executive Committee Dorothy Ward Margaret Murray Hazel Howard Evelyn Hou ' ard Blair Tatley Miss Bryan Margaret Bain Marian Zealand Kathryn Stanfield Prefects Evelyn Howard Doris Johnson Hazel Howard Anna Gleason Form Officers Form Upper VI. Lower VI. Upper V. Lower V. IVa. IVb. IIIa. IIIb. Upper II. II. President Margaret Bain Doris Robinson Helen Ritchie Eileen Mitchell Betty Vaughan Hope Laurie Alma Howard Barbara Tooke Norma Roy Pamela Stead Vice-President Doris Johnson Eleanor McBride Pauline Mitchell Margaret Johnson Audrey Doble Beatrice Brophy Cynthia Bazin NoRAH Miner Editha Wood Joyce Frazee In TN THE last year of school we realize more fully what our " school days " have meant to us. The friendships we have formed, the sympathetic help we have received with our work, and the sports we have enjoyed, have all gone to make our school life at " Traf. " a very happy one. This year, Trafalgar lost a very dear friend through the retirement of Miss Brown. Owing to ill health. Miss Brown was forced to give up her work, which meant so much to the school. Miss Brown had taught in Trafalgar for a great number of years, and by her untiring devotion, and interest in the school, endeared herself to all who knew her. May we here express our gratitude to Miss Brown for all that she has done for us, and the school? Our school year is nearly over now, and we feel that it has been a very successful one. There has been a good deal of unavoidable absence, due to the necessity for typhoid inoculation. Never ' theless, very good work has been done throughout the school. Sports, also, have not been neglected. This year a basket ' ball league for private schools was formed, so that besides the usual interesting school matches, the League games held our interest all Winter. We wish to congratulate the team for the honour it has brought to the school by winning all these League matches. Owing to the late Fall, we have had a good deal of tennis during this school year, and the new tennis courts have been very much appreciated by all. The Lower Sixth Form entertained us last October, at a very enjoyable Masquerade Hallowe ' en Party. We have also been very fortunate this year in having an unusual number of very interesting lectures. Last year, eight girls got their full ma trie, and we wish to congratulate Jean Macalister on winning the Trafalgar Scholarship. In a few weeks now we will be trying our Matric. and we hope that we may be as successful as the Sixth of last year. We, the Sixth of i926 ' 27, who will be leaving so soon, will never forget dear old Traf., or the high ideals Trafalgar stands for. The memories of the happy days spent at Traf. will always remain with us. We now wish to thank everyone who has helped us with this edition of Trafalgar Echoes. We also wish the best of luck to the Magazine Staff of next year, and to the whole school. I 1 1 Mount Everest Mighty Everest stands unconquered, proud! Its wind-swept summit, by man ' s foot untrod, Is held the home of some relentless god Or demon. The pitiless snows enshroud Those gallant men, with courage great endowed Who, burnmg with high hope, came from abroad To take the challenge of the boastful god, With icy sceptre, and for crown a cloud. But daring is not dead, and more will go. And when the lofty peak at last is gained, Despite the bitter winds and shifting snow, The spirits of these men, with joy unfeigned, Will greet the victors, when they surely know The king ' s deposed that there so long has reigned. Margaret E. Murray, Form Upper VI. In} The Passing of the Country Road A LTHOUGH the country road is not yet quite a thing of the past, it is certainly passing, and in a few years will probably be a pleasant memory along with the horse and buggy. And both owe their downfall to that contrivance of the devil, the horseless-buggy of twenty years ago. No one would have believed it possible for such a change to take place in the country road, once the quiet thoroughfare from one village to another, and now the speedway connecting one hustling city to the next. But the change is more evident every day and it is only fully realized when the country road of today is compared with that of twenty years ago. It used to be that a country road was a country road. It wandered along between ditches luxuriant with wild roses and honeysuckle, daisies and dandelions. It was bounded on either side by rickety old fences on which, sometimes, whole choirs of birds gave cheery concerts. It passed through beautiful groves where the shade was delightful after the heat and dust of the open road. And if the heat and dust were too oppressive, there was always the chance of coming upon some lonely ploughman at work in a field equally as hot as the road; he was only too pleased to have some- one with whom to discuss the weather and the possibilities of good crops. Then sooner or later, the wanderer came to a comfortable farmhouse with barns and outhouses clustered in a friendly group and innumerable children and puppies and chickens playing around the back door. Here, after drinking a glass of buttermilk in the spotless, cool kitchen of the hospitable housewife, the passerby exchanged the latest tit-bits of gossip, and then continued on his way. In the village, at the post office and general store, where the country road invariably had either its beginning or end, a stranger caused several curious glances and whispered questions, a few tentative opening remarks, and then he was one of them. Compare this with what one finds today along the so-called country road. Instead of flowers and hedges, hot-dog stands and quick lunch shacks blossom beside the road. Every grove has its picnic grounds sign; every barn bears an advertisement for the latest brand of cigarette or patent medicine. Fences are plastered with year-old circus posters, soap advertisements, trespassing forbidden signs. The quiet and peace of the former country road is shattered by shrieking motor horns, and one would look in vain for a lonely ploughman; instead would be found an enormous tractor, roaring above the noise of passing cars. Gasoline and service stations adorn every cross- road and turn. Nearly every farmhouse offers tourist accommodations; all without exception boast at least one of the modern conveniences, either a phonograph, a radio or a tin " Lizzie. " Besides all these changes in the things that used to be characteristic of a country road, there is also the change in the road itself. Then the road was narrow and dusty, and since it was usually made of clay or sand, it became practically impassible after heavy rains. Now, of course, the roads have been widened and well-drained and are built of some material more suitable for fast driving. This change is the only one which can be said to have improved country roads and it was principally the cause of all the other atrocities now found along a country road. The greatest difference between the country road of twenty years ago, and that of today, is not however a material one. It is a change in the spirit of the road. The country road used to be friendly. It may have been full of inconveniences and have lacked many possible improvements but one felt immediately that here was a friend, and that on its narrow way a sense of peace and quiet prevailed. This feeling is what is chiefly lacking in the roads of today. The country road should be a means of enjoying nature and its beauties, not merely a means of making money. It is this change which chiefly constitutes the passing of the country road. Margaret Bell, Form Upper VI. I 14 I Tibetan Titbits HAT do you know of Tibet? Personally, I don ' t know very much; and until a short time ago, I knew nothing at all, save that often it has been called the dirtiest country on the earth. This meagre knowledge added but little zest to any desire I might have had to learn more of the country, its people and customs; and consequently, for a long time I have remained contentedly in total ignorance of many interesting and astonishing facts about Tibet. A visit, however, from Major Cross, who has lived in this mysterious country, soon made me ashamed of my neglect, for by his clever tongue I learned a little of the strange and very interesting life of this hidden race. The Tibetans, it seems, are a very sturdy people, tall of stature and long of life. As a matter of fact, the oldest man m the world dwells in Tibet, or so declares Major Cross. The former, a veritable Methuselah, holds an exalted religious and spiritual position among his fellowmen, rather corresponding to that of the Red Indian ' s " Medicine Man. " One of the several powers attributed to him is the ability to foresee various important events. For instance, he is supposed to have predicted the World War. However, he also declared that a member of the Royal Family would die in the February of this year. Fortunately, this sad event has not taken place, so we have a definite proof that even the oldest man m the world makes mistakes. The average height of the Tibetans appears to be well over six feet; here again, I refer you to Major Cross, who told an excellent story about one of these dusky giants who was seven feet tall. The Major, his wife, and little daughter were travelHng to England accompanied by this huge person, the child ' s ayah; upon landing, there was some trouble about the woman ' s passport and a pohte " bobbie " endeavored to lead the Tibetan to see about it. She absolutely refused to move, thinking this terrible ' looking man was going to kidnap her charge, or do something fully as drastic. The bewildered policeman finally left her, but soon reappeared followed by several burly-looking fellows in their blue suits with brass buttons. Instinctively, the ayah realiz;ed her danger, placed her strong back against a wall, put the child between her knees under her long skirts, and, as an animal at bay, with flashing eyes awaited the attack. Onward, onward came the foe — -the woman did not move. Undecided, the men stopped two yards from her — that cost them the battle and sore heads — for quick as lightning, hard as thunder, two mighty fists shot out and — four dignified " bobbies " lay sprawling on the ground. Certainly this powerful Tibetan, who swats men down as flies, would make an excellent bodyguard; but, personally, I wouldn ' t care to have her near when she was in a temper or felt particularly hungry. Husbands in Tibet, as in various other countries, are greatly in demand. However, they are not difficult to get, for if you marry one man you are sure of at least a dozen husbands. A Tibetan woman not only marries her husband but all his brothers — and families are large. Considering the simplicity of marrying so great a number, it seems strange that dead husbands should be of much account, for to a woman one dead husband is worth two of his living brothers, in Tibet. After her husband ' s death, a widow enjoys all his earthly belongings, something which she did not do when he was alive. If this does not suit her, however, she may sell her marriage rights to another of her sex. Thus, the women of Tibet frequently marry dead men. Instead of a ring to signify mar- riage, earrings are used; a certain design for dead husbands, another for those still alive. Major Cross declares that these earrings are soon to be the style in Pans. I suppose only those in the best society will be allowed to wed Napoleon or Louis XIV ! Superstition forms an integral part of the Tibetan ' s religion. Laziness appears to be its supple ' ment. Rather than pray, prayer-wheels do the work for them. These rounded boxes are either turned by wind, swift water, or a man hired for the purpose. Every turn of the wheel constitutes a prayer said; so on a windy day the Tibetans are very religious. Rather than worry about being deserving, they prefer to spend large sums of money for a tiny, dirty slip of paper — a pass to enter Heaven. Major Cross was asked by an old fellow to buy one of these valuable papers, but, being rather doubtful, said that there were so many holders of such documents that he was afraid there would be little room for him. The Tibetan assured him, however, that he had communed with the spirits and that he, the major, would have precedence of all others and would even be allowed to sit on the Almighty One ' s right hand. Major Cross will assuredly die happy — ■ he bought a pass. f i5l In Tibet ' s Holy City, Lhassa. dwells the Grand Lama, or high priest. He has in his possession, supposedly, two of Buddha ' s hairs, which thousands of natives pay to see every year. Major Cross was most interested in these ancient relics, and by dmt of much persuasion, finally managed to see them. He was very surprised at their appearance (they were each as thick as a man ' s thumb), and so began to question the Lama. Finally, the latter reluctantly admitted that the " hairs " had been manufactured in England ; " but, " he added, " you have to have something to make these fellows pay for seeing, you know. " Surely, even these ill-told titbits of Tibet will whet your appetite for real knowledge of this most interesting and unknown country. Marjorie Millar, Form Upper V. The Violet I scent the fragrance of it yet, As though ' twas but a day ago; I seem to see, sweet violet. The meadows green where thou did ' st grow. When oft beside a gurgling brook I wound my weary homeward way, I chanced upon a shady nook Where sweet the modest violet lay. Like maiden fair half hid from view It drew me onward in delight. For, dressed in softest green and blue. The violet bloomed half out of sight. I picked a fragrant bouquet then. To bring to her I hold most dear, A greeting from that leafy glen To whisper softly, " Spring is here. " Doris Zinsstag, Form Lower VI. City Fever (With Apologies to John Masefield) I must go down to the town again, where the cars go speeding by. And all I ask is the constable, to help me cross at Guy, With his peaked hat, and his stout club, and his shrill whistle blowing. And his strong arm to stop the cars, no matter where they ' re going. I must go down to the town again, for the need of a pair of shoes Is a strong need, an urgent need, the which I can ' t refuse; And all I ask is to find a pair the first shop that I try. The colour I want, the size I want, with heels that are not too high. I must go down to the town again, to the busy, hustling store, To the crowded way, the weary way, where I ' ve often been before; And all I ask is an empty seat beside some fellow rover, In a " Westmount " bus to take me home, when the shopping tour is over. Marjorie Harley, Form Upper V. A Dog ' s Obituary A little dog walked down the street Sad and cold; A little dog with bleeding feet, And heart of gold; A little dog with eyes of brown, A little dog with head cast down; While people passing saw the hound. And kicked him as he slunk around, Weak and old. A little dog died on the street, And no one cried : A little dog with bleeding feet. And no one sighed; A darkey boy saw him crawl Into a shed, and saw him fall; But the darkey could not see The gates of all Eternity Opened wide. Janet Cameron, Form IIIa Dorothy Coristine, A Dissertation on Brook Trout (After Charles Larnh) SINCE the Indians baked them on flat stones, the rulers of Empire of Edibles have been brook trout. By brook trout I do not mean those flabby monsters, the grosser forms of delicate beings, lake trout, but the silvery dwellers of brooks and streams. There are four requisites for perfection. It must be the month of May. Later, the June sun will have heated the water and so softened their flesh, degrading them from Ambrosia to a dish fit for an Epicurean. They must be small. You sportsmen, who desire flesh not flavour, may eat your five-pound whales; I will eat my quarter-pound buds of trouthood. They must be eaten with- in four hours of their being captured, for only then do they still retain their flavour of youthful innocence. Then lastly, but most emphatically, they must be eaten m their own environment, the open air. Brook trout are not like any other fish. They are not bought at any market and therefore are far more interesting than any other food. In fact, they are so interesting that many a man who would feel lost in his own kitchen, when he sees the spoil of his rod and reel cooking, is drawn to the fire as by a magnet. See them now, their rainbow spots discreetly veiled in flour, while the pan sizzles buttery anticipation. Now they are done! They come to table respectfully guarded by the usual potato and the humble bacon. When the event — Oh, call it not a meal! — is over, the fisherman gazes on their skeletons and realizes that by some means he has invaded the culinary regions of the Gods. But, a word to the wise, banish all sauces. A pinch of pepper, a suggestion of salt, these are permissible, but that is all. Make no vain attempts to improve perfection for sauce to brook trout is as much of an insult as eau de cologne would be to a violet. Annie Rowley, Form Upper V. I 17I Sunset on the Laurentians The sun is setting in the West Over the Laurentian crest. Purple mountains miles away, Tinted gold at close of day. Enchanting purple mountains lie, Sharp edged against the April sky. Snow in patches gleaming white. Reflects the hues of waning light. The birds are singing sweet and clear, The calm of evening now is here To kiss goodbye the day that ' s been. And in the West that lovely scene — Enchanting purple mountains lie, Sharp edged against the April sky. Anne Byers, Form IVa. Rare Days in June Hurried footsteps through the halls. Voices low and whispered calls; On the desks no books are seen, Only papers white and clean; Faces pale, and faces long. Waiting for the clanging gong; Worried glance and anxious brow. What has happened, when, or how? ' Tis June — so farewell fun. Examinations have begun ! Carol Ross, Form Upper V. Radio Reflections Thoughts of a Radio ' ' Fan ' J SANK down in a comfortable armchair before a table, on which rested an oblong mahogany box that might have been mistaken for an ordinary silver chest had it not been for the dials and mys ' terious ' looking knobs which decorated the side facing me. Having consulted a column in the newspaper which was headed " to ' day ' s programme, " I reached towards the mahogany box and turned the dials slowly to the right. For a moment all was silence and then, from apparently nowhere, came a whistling, wheeling sound, intermingled with strange cracklings and rumblings which sounded very much like the noise made by small boys when setting off firecrackers on the twentyfourth of May. " What static! " I murmured, twirling the dials frantically around. The noise still continued however, and seemed, if anything, to be growing louder, when suddenly the strains of music burst upon my ear. The rasping, cackling sound ceased, and giving the dials a last turn I settled back smiling to enjoy a selection from Tannhauser. Had one of my ancestors chanced to be in the room that night he would no doubt have Hstened astounded to the music which was apparently coming from the mahogany box on the table, and then, with much shaking of the head, have pronounced it as ' ' witchcraft " crossing himself devoutly. In modern times, however, if you were to question the smallest child in the house as to the mysterious box on the table, he would answer with apparent unconcern, " That? Oh, that ' s only I18I the radio! " and run off to play with the new electric train that Dad had brought home. For it is with very little interest, if any, that the modern child regards these marvels of inventions with which the twentieth century is endowed — chiefly, because, he has never been without them and takes them naturally as a matter of course. The radio, however, is still in its infancy and thus attracts more attention than other equally important inventions. Well — as I said before, I sat back with satisfaction to listen to one of Wagner ' s masterpieces, and as the strains of the well-known opera drew to a close, I murmured for about the hundredth time, " Why, this is as good as being in the theatre! In fact, in some ways it is better, because in the place of sitting in a stiff hard-backed chair all evening, I can enjoy the music in a comfortable arm-chair before the fire, with a novel and a box of chocolates by my side, and a perfect right to shut off the music without appearing rude, if it happens to become boring. " At this moment the orchestra finished with a grand flourish and silence reigned. I was almost beginning to applaud from force of habit, when a deep bass voice announced with the peculiar intonation affected by radio announcers, that I was Hstening to the orchestra from the mam dining- room of the Chateau Laurier, Ottawa, Canada. " The next number on our programme, " the voice continued, " will be Rossini ' s famous overture to the opera ' William Tell ' . " " Hurrah! " I shouted, " my favorite overture! " and in a minute I was hearing once more the joyous trample of horses ' feet and the sweet silvery tones of the shepherd ' s pipe on the hills. When this was finished, the station announced that they were " signing off " for an hour and requested their hearers to " stand by " till the next performance. I switched the dials around, however, and in a second the lively strains of the latest " jazz " came floating through the air from New York. After half-an-hour of this I " tuned in " on local and just caught the announcer giving the score of the night ' s hockey game. As the side I was in favor of had won, this was pleasant news indeed, and saved me telephoning the Forum for half-an- hour, vainly trying to find out the result. Moving the dials slightly, I found myself listening to a lecture on dressmaking, which, al- though instructive, failed to arouse my interest for the moment, and I moved on to the next station. This proved to be a concert given by a negro quartette whose rich, mellow voices singing the old " spiritual " songs, trembled with the note of sadness which characterizes all negro singing. After listening to this with delight for some time I tuned in again on local, and heard with rapture a violin solo played by a celebrated French artist. At the close of this selection the correct time was given by the courtesy of Mappin and Webb, and I found with dismay that it was long past my bedtime. shutting off the radio with reluctance I yawned myself to bed, feeling that I had had a most enjoyable evening with just myself and the radio. Dorothy Ward, Form Upper VI. Radio Reflections — Continued Another Point of View THE radio, ever since its introduction into the home several years ago, has roused many feelings, good, bad, and indifferent. Few people, however, have remained entirely indifferent either through incHnation or environmen t. I myself have not remained indifferent, but my feelings towards the radio are not entirely those of interest and enthusiasm. Interest in the radio cools swiftly, when all one ' s neighbours insist upon explaining how they got music from Miami or Chicago, and inquire jealously, whether anyone else has heard music from station WKAZ or YXDM. When working, nothing could be more annoying than to hear very bad voices, interrupted by static. For the last few years, the golf " fiend, " who once held full sway on the club verandah, has had to fight for his place against the radio " fiend. " Nothing could be more unpleasant to the principal characters, or more amusing to distant onlookers, than a golf " fiend " and a radio " fiend, " who, having just been introduced by the hostess, are obliged to make conversation. The golf " fiend " explains exactly how he made a difficult hole in one, and he relates in detail all the clever strokes he has ever made. During this recital the radio " fiend " looks bored and unhappy, or if he is very polite he sometimes smiles weakly and shows faint interest. Usually, however, he only waits f 19I until the golfer stops for a breath, then, seizing his opportunity, he plunges into the tale of how he himself, on his new five tube set, has heard music from England. This bores the golfer as much as his conversation has bored the radio lover, and finally they part, and go in search of a more sym- pathetic listener. The radio " fiend " is a trial to the hostess m another way. In a room where the guests have begun to dance, this pest spies a radio. Immediately, down he sits and begins turning dials, ex ' plaining meanwhile, to all who will listen, that his own radio is connected more correctly and that conse quently his radio receives from a greater distance. Radios may be endured in the winter, but they should be put away with the winter furs, and not taken to the country. Few things could be more incompatible with the peace and stillness of a summer night than the noises of static, sounding like the shrieks of the enraged demons of the air. The atmosphere in the summer is not as clear as that of winter and consequently the music is not so good. In spite of my lack of interest, I must, nevertheless, admit that the radio is very useful, and has brought variety into the lives of many. People in the country, away from all opportunities of hearing concerts, have derived much pleasure from the radio. Invalids also have been able to take much more interest in the outside world since they have had radios installed in their homes. Radios have been the instruments to bring help many times to ships in trouble, and in my opinion a ship is the most suitable place for a radio. Margaret Murray, Form Upper VI. Southern Seas THE tropical moon is shining on the water and the soft warm breezes are whispering of mystic music in a land of song, of beauty undescribed by poet or bard. I feel a strange spell creeping over me, a sweet forgetfulness of all my cares. Am I dreaming? Surely no real ship sails a sea as calm as this. No, this is reality more glorious than any dream. I have been on this ship sailing the blue Pacific for seven days, and tomorrow at dawn I shall land in Honolulu, the largest city on those eight little islands which have been called the " Paradise of the Pacific. " I spent that night many years ago, and now I am going to tell you of many things I saw and learned in the Hawaiian Islands. During some hour of that night we passed the island of Molokai, where the famous Leper Settlement is situated. The next morning we rounded " Diamond Head " the mountain which overshadows Honolulu, and sailed into Pearl Harbour. Here we threw nickels to the little Hawaiian boys who dived deep into the water bringing them up in their mouths. From the dock we took a taxi to the Young Hotel. Honolulu is situated on the Island of Oahu, the third largest island in the group. It is a very large modern city, with concrete roads, many hotels, a Carnegie library, one of the most famous aquariums in the world, beautiful buildings, clubs, golf courses and splendid schools. The schools were started years ago by the missionaries who went out from the New England States. It seems somewhat peculiar that the early Californians preferred sending their children to Hawaii to be educated rather than back east. But Honolulu is not the only beautiful spot in the Islands. The first day we went in swimming at Waikiki Beach, where we saw the Hawaiians ridmg on their surfboards. The water was so warm that I did not experience a shock on plunging in, as I always do in our cold northern lakes. Waikiki IS a perfect beach. The waves roll slowly in over the yellow sand carrying the surf riders steadily towards the shore. The water is so shallow that one is able to walk out nearly a quarter of a mile. There is no danger of an undertow or of sharks as the beach is surrounded by a coral reef. The next day we motored around the island and saw the Pali, a gap in the Koolan Mountain Range. An iron railing has been constructed here to keep people from being blown over by the wind, which sometimes whirls so fiercely at this point that it overturns cars. After spending two days on Oahu we took the night boat to Hawaii. Hawaii is the largest island, being only slightly smaller than the State of Connecticut, and is situated at the southeastern end of the group. It is the newest island, its formation not yet being completed. There are I 20]} two mountains on it, Mauna Kea and Mauna Loa. Kilauea, the only active volcano, is on the side of Mauna Loa. About every seven years the top of this mountain breaks out and streams of red ' hot lava flow down on one side into the sea. On its last eruption it emitted so much of this boiling rock that an extension of over a quarter of a mile was added to the island. We sailed into Hilo Bay at dawn. The sun was shining on the snow ' Capped Mauna Kea in such a way that the mountain looked like a red ' hot stove. On docking, we were met by friends who drove us to their glorious tropical home built just on the crest of a hill overlooking the bay. I spent the morning wandering through the garden learning the names of all the strange fruits and magnificent flowers. The two fruits that I found the most delicious were the mango and waterlemon. The next day we motored thirty miles through the luxurious tropical woods up the mountain to the Volcano House, a fine hotel, where we had dinner. In the afternoon we went over to the crater. After we left the motor we walked about half a mile over the rough black lava before we came to the Lake of Fire. We had a picnic supper of sandwiches and coffee heated over a sul- phur crack in the lava. Then we sat on the edge of the crater and watched it change from day light to dark. I cannot describe the strange emotions which sw ept over me as I sat watching this boiling red liquid swishing around below me and bursting up into fountains nearly forty feet high — but I decided to try to be a very good little girl after that. But my visit to Hawaii came to an end as do all thrilling adventures, and one evening I found myself down at the dock ready to sail for San Francisco. The old Hawaiian women were there selling leis and I had so many of those wreaths of flowers around my neck that I could scarcely breathe. " All aboard, " came the shout, and I was hurried up the gang plank with the other passengers. The boat pulled out just as the sun set on the western horizon. The Hawaiians were playing their ukuelalas and singmg " Aloha Oe, " but I was fast being carried from them and their voices were dying away in the distance with — " One fond embrace before we now depart; until we meet again. " Elizabeth Field Laughton, Form Upper V. A Lone Wolf Out on the prairies a lone wolf howled Mournfully at the sky. And far away among distant hills Echoed that sorrowful cry. Lower and lower in the sky Was sinking the pale white moon, The bright stars vanished, for the light Of dawn was coming soon. The grey wolf rose and moved away, A flitting dusky shape. Silently he loped along. Back to his waiting mate. Clouds were drifting o ' er the sky, And the night wind whistled on, Far away an owlet cried, But the lone grey wolf was gone. Joan Archibald, Form IIIa. fill Suzanne Lenglen Keen is your eye as the sword of the fencer, As quick to parry, to smash and to send; Your court is the battle-iield; you are the victor, To whom the others so humbly do bend. Your muscle is iron, your eyes as steel. Your feet are akin to that Mercury fleet. Perhaps it is they that your victories win. Your conquests, Suzanne, of the Quicksilver feet ! Your balls are your servants to do as you will, Your battles are won on the broad, open court. Your name is well known to us all the world o ' er. Your fame is unequalled in battle of sport ! Betty Stewart, Form IIIb. Inoculation JT ' S an ill wind that blows nobody any good ' For instance let us take the recent typhoid epidemic in Montreal. Although the loss of life and hospital expenses incurred were dis ' astrous to the general public, yet there was one profession which benefitted by the epidemic — namely, the doctors. Our family physician, in particular, took great pains to assure my father of the necessity of inoculation, and the outcome of it was that I found myself one afternoon in the doctor ' s waiting- room, outwardly calm and collected, but inwardly in fear and trembling. My heart sank within me when the doctor appeared at the door rubbing his hands together, and politely asked me to " step in. " Without daring to answer I " stepped in, " and as the door closed behind me, I felt like a prisoner hearing the gates of a jail clang behind him. At the sight of the instruments of torture arranged on the operating table I involuntarily shuddered and backed towards the door, bumping into the doctor on the way. My jailor ' s hand closed on my shoulder, and with one last despairing shiver I gave up all hope of escape. " Come, now, it ' s not as bad as all that, " the doctor cried laughingly. That laugh steeled me. I was not going to have a doctor ridicule me — I would stand all torture unflinchingly or die in the attempt. I fondly pictured to myself the consternation that would arise should I chance to succumb to the overpowering agony of inoculation, and I decided then and there to have the following epitaph inscribed on the momument erected to my bravery : " Here lieth one who endured fearful torture and passed away with a smile on her lips. " Cheered by this thought, I obediently sat down on the chair offered me and pulled up my sleeve. The doctor was preparing his apparatus, and as in a dream I followed his every movement. He filled the syringe and tested it, and as he walked towards me a horrid shiver wriggled down my spine. I instinctively closed my eyes, but, remembering my epitaph, I forced a smile to my, parched lips. The doctor plucked at my arm, and I knew that the fatal moment had come. I gulped hard and managed to grin feebly, expecting every second to feel the cruel needle plunging into my delicate skin. The moments passed — still I awaited the pangs of anguish. Suddenly the doctor dropped my arm and with a cheery, " Well, that ' s over! " assisted me to my feet. I stared at him dumbfounded, thinking that he was either out of his mind, or else making me the object of what he considered a joke. " Very tender skin you have! The needle went in beautifully! " he remarked, putting away his instruments. My eyes wandered to my arm where, as proof that the deed was done, a small reddish lump resembling a mosquito bite marked the place where the doctor had grabbed me. Gradually the realization that all was over penetrated my dazed brain, and picking up my hat I hastily left the room, leaving the doctor no doubt astonished at my rude departure. Once outside, I stopped in my mad career to collect my scattered senses. I had actually not even felt the needle enter my skin! Gone were my fond hopes of dying a heroic death, a martyr to brutal torture; and I heaved a sigh of remorse to think that my stirring epitaph was wasted, for the time being at any rate. The next morning, however, on awakening I was forced to think myself somewhat hasty in coming to this conclusion, for the excruciating pain which I experienced on rolling over on my left arm called forth a groan which truly sounded like Tennyson ' s swan " fluting a wild carol ere her death. " I was a little comforted on arriving at school to find others undergoing the same torments as myself, and I immediately joined the ranks of those who wandered around the gym. nursing their poor afflicted limbs, and dodging nimbly at the approach of any of the fortunate ones who had not as yet been inveigled into being inoculated. Dorothy and Lorraine Ward, Forms Upper VI and IVa. The Demon Doorkeeper EFORE I came to Trafalgar I used fondly to imagine I was quite good in gym. I was wrong. I erred. I admit my mistake. I am no good at all. If I was better than some, it was only because they were worse than I. On several occasions I had viewed Trafalgar gym. demonstrations and was quite " intrigued " with the feats of prowess performed with such apparent ease on ropes and horse (since my later acquaintance with this beastie, I infinitely prefer a Ford any day). I pictured myself in a tunic springing lightly over the tape to the accompanying applause of admiring parents and friends. But, alas, this was not for me. Instead, in the gymnasium demonstration, I distinguish myself as doot ' keeper, and earn my mead of praise for my conscientious efforts in guarding the sacred portals. However, I did not arrive at this state of proficiency without some training. A successful doorkeeper must, above all things, have tried to scramble over the horse before she realizes that doorkeeping is more in her line. And I have tried, with varying results. My first close contact with that noble animal, the ' orse, was when I amazingly discovered myself suspended across the brute like a bag of meal, after a mighty spring which should at least have taken me well over the beast. Again, when I try merely to sit astride him, my spring, like Macbeth ' s ambition, " O ' erleaps itself and lands on the other. " With ropes I fare better. I have now become so proficient in rope climbing that I am almost half way up by the time my partners in bliss are safely back to terra ' firma. Ba lancing, I have down to a science. I merely put my tongue in my cheek (the left one preferably), cross my eyes, and forge ahead. In drill, I am able to distinguish between " left turn " and " right turn " almost immediately. I never require more than five minutes for this, and have frequently been known to accomplish it in two minutes and seventeen seconds or two minutes and seventeen and one-fifth seconds. I can also halt now, without ruining my nose or without taking off the shoes of the person m front of me. But in spite of all these accomplishments, or perhaps because of them, I am still better as a door- keeper than as a gymnast. And I do loathe that horse! Margaret Bell, Form Upper VI. f 23 1 The Castle Throned on a height of elevated land, Tow ' ring in hoary might, surrounded in gloom, There like a frowning guardian does it stand, That ancient castle, dark as any tomb. And when the dusky shadows ' gin to fall, And laccedged trees are outlined ' gainst the sky, When the whole world is held as in a thrall. While the moon peeps out, and breezes softly sigh, Then people passing near that castle grim, Hasten their footsteps, glance round fearfully, Starting at fancied sounds or shadows dim. For haunted is that castle said to be. And so it stands, and so will stand for aye, Till some wild storm will fell each mighty stone, Until its crumbled ruins are in decay; Till then ' t will stand, forbidding and alone. N. Archibald, Form IVa. On Visiting New York Letter from Grandmother to " A Mere Child " The Maples, Danville, Quebec, April a7th, 1927. My dear Granddaughter: This morning I received a letter from your dear mother telling me of your intended visit to New York. It is many years since I was there but I do not think it has changed so very much. I am sorry that I shall not be there with you, but I shall try to tell you some points of interest of this great city and also advise you about a few matters. Your mother, I am afraid, is too indulgent with you and sometimes forgets how young you really are. Now, my dear, you must be sure not to attend any theatres or other such immoral places. There may be one or two good plays but it is better not to take any unnecessary risks. An occasional concert would be very instructive as well as entertaining, but you must not attend too many as such excitement is not advisable for a child of your years. Your mother tells me she plans to remain there for two or three days. If you use your time wisely I do not doubt but that you will have a most enjoyable stay. A very beautiful spot is Central Park, and if you go there for a walk, besides seeing this delightful place, you will receive the full benefit of the fresh air. But keep away from the bridle paths for you can never tell what these reckless young riders will do. You should also make it a point to visit the Museum of Natural History as well as the Metropolitan Museum of Art. There are some very good bookshops in New York and I should advise you to visit one of these and purchase one or two good books. You will be able to read these in the evening before retiring, but do not read too late for it is not good for your eyes, and your light should be out by nine o ' clock. I hope, my dear, that you realize how fortunate you are to have the opportunity of visiting this well-known city. If you follow my suggestions I feel sure that you will have a most enjoyable stay, but remember at all times that you are only eighteen — a mere child. Your affectionate Grandmother. A Nova Scotian Legend TT THILE travelling in Nova Scotia last summer we were much impressed with the stories and W legends connected with the different parts of the country through which we passed. One very interesting legend was that of Glooscap, the great demigod of the Micmacs, who was supposed to have ruled the world and by means of a magic wand was able to bring the birds and animals to his side. Early one morning we set out to view the haunts of Glooscap. We motored some miles through a very beautiful country, until at a sudden turn in the road we came in sight of Cape Blomi ' don, a very bold cliff rising high from the waters of Minas Basin. We were told that from Partridge Island there would be a much better view. This island is a beautifully wooded mountain almost joining the mainland near Parrsboro. We climbed through winding paths, up and up, until we came to a clearing about seven hundred feet above the sea. It was here that Glooscap and his friends had their feasts, and from here we had a most wonderful view of Blomidon. Blomidon is famous for its amethysts which are said to have been scattered there by the Indian god. The legend tells us that a strange light called the ' ' eye of Glooscap " is often seen flashing with unusual brightness out of the dark face of the mountain. Cape Split, at the opposite end of Cape Blomidon, was once joined to the mainland, but one day Glooscap in a rage brought his axe down on the ridge and it swung around, at the same time making a gash in it, while the piece fell out and is now a small island. Although Glooscap loved the birds and animals, the beavers were his special enemies. The Five Islands are supposed to have been rocks he threw at them when in great wrath one day. These islands differ from each other in size and shape, perhaps the most interesting being Cathedral Island which, however, is not rightly one of the five, for at high tide it is joined to one of the others, but at low tide, if one is in the right position, one may see the exact shape of a cathedral. After one of Glooscap ' s quarrels with the beavers in which he was victorious as usual, he and his friends had a feast on Partridge Island. With the aid of a blazing pine tree for a torch, they speared a whale, cooked it, and ate it — blubber, bones and all. Glooscap then kicked the kettle THE. Five ISL MC 3. 1 5 I bottom upwards into the sea and now it is Spencer ' s Island, a dome ' shaped island, lonely and un ' inhabited, yet not far from the mainland. There were many more interesting places connected with this legend but, as it was getting late we planned to leave for home. We went by another route and part of the road took us over the Boar ' s Back, a narrow road about nine miles in length with a sheer drop on either side of from thirty to sixty feet in places. This road was formed by Glooscap for the convenience of his friends to enable them to attend more easily their many feasts on Partridge Island. Ruth Simpson, Form IIIb. The Legend of Sleepy Hollow In Sleepy Hollow dwelt a man, A worthy pedagogue, And it was said his whole delight Was his poor boys to flog. His frame was very loose and lank, He had a long sharp nose, His feet were shovels in disguise And he shrank in his clothes. Now Ichabod ' s poor head was filled With tales of ghosts and spooks. And all the knowledge that he had Was from this kind of books. To pay his board he did odd jobs And helped in house and farm. And though he carried many a tale He really meant no harm. A rich old man, who owned a farm. Also had a nice daughter. And though she had another swain, Poor Ichabod still sought her. One night this farmer gave a feast Which lasted very late, And when our hero homeward rode It was to meet his fate. Brom Bones, who was the other swain, Had gone home long ' ere this; Which very fact itself did show That something was amiss. A legend through the town oft told Was very weird ' tis said, A headless horseman, riding fast, Went seeking for his head. 1 6 1 As Ichabod rode home that night And passed the haunted spot, A mighty rushing sound he heard And he grew cold and hot. When passing by the church, he turned To see whence came this sound. And as he turned, something was hurled, Which knocked him to the ground. Next morn a straying horse was seen, A pumpkin on the sod, A saddle near the church was found, But not poor Ichabod. Brenda Taylor, Form IVb. ) The Strongest Thing in the World O MOTHER, doesn ' t that massive piece of rock over there look Hke a large buffalo? " said Helene, rising in her saddle. " Let ' s go nearer to get a better look, " and she spurred her horse up the side of the cliff. " Yes, dear, it does, " her mother answered, following her daughter, the path up the cliff being too narrow for more than one horse at once. " ' Tis, " grunted Tiscoquam their Indian guide. " How do you know? Is there a legend about it? " asked Helene. " Umm, " the Indian nodded. " Do tell us, " said Helene. " Long ago when Indian was ruler here, " and he waved his hand over the vast plain below them, " Chief Sumatheek he grow old, he has no son; so he call young braves and say, ' The one who brings me strongest thing in the world, he shall be my heir. ' Young braves start off to find strongest thing in the world. " One brave named Black Hawk start off with bow and arrow, Indians have no horses then, so he walk till he come to a hut. He ask for something to eat cause he heap hungry. Beautiful girl give him bread. He love her and ask her to go with him; she love him, so she go. They walk for long time, when he see heap big animal move. They come nearer and he see big, big buffalo. He say to girl, ' This is the strongest thing in the world, ' and they follow buffalo for many days. One day young girl fall, she no get up again. Black Hawk still follow buffalo but his heart ache. Soon he can no stand it. He say to buffalo, ' Goodbye, you strongest thing, I go back to her I love. ' He go back to girl, she no hurt at all. He kiss her and say, ' Let strongest thing go. I love you. ' Then girl say, ' I show you strongest thing in the world. See; ' and she point to buffalo. All of sudden. It stand still. It stand still ' cause little bird, sing him love songs, and he stop still and bird build her nest in his side, he turn to stone and live forever. Then Black Hawk understand and he take his beautiful girl to old chief and say, ' I have found strongest thing in the world. It is love. ' The old chief say, ' You and your children shall be chiefs. I know love and so I die. ' " " That ' s one of the nicest legends I ' ve ever heard, " said Helene. " Umm, " grunted Tiscoquam. Lorraine Mowat, Form Ills. Capri K TRIP in Italy is incomplete without visiting Capri, an island situated off the coast of Sorrento, near Naples. One day we set out in a small steamer from Sorrento, where we had been staying, to visit it. On landing, we mounted by a steep funicular to the little village huddled on the summit. Arriving there, we beheld a very quaint village which overlooked the entire island. The view from there was in itself grand enough to justify our visit to Capri. We saw the huge rocks where the old Roman villas stood; the famous " Leap of Tiberius, " from where, according to tradition, this successor of Augustus used to have his victims hurled to the rocks below. The view of the mainland from Capri is superb; in the distance we glimpsed the coast line of Sorrento, the grim smoking Vesuvius, and the circular bay of Naples, as well as the wide expanse of the Tyrrhenian Sea. After we had visited all the little nooks m the village, we descended by the funicular and took the steamer again to go to the famous Blue Grotto — although we strained our eyes, we could not see its entrance among the rocks. When the steamer stopped, small rowboats approached us, in which we were to visit the Blue Grotto, two passengers in each boat. We were fortunate to have as our oarsman the " old man of the Grotto. " He was a very interesting character, with a long white beard and white hair, and wearing a red suit and a little red cap. As he rowed us to the entrance, he told us in broken English to lie flat on the bottom of the boat; we experienced an odd sensation as he skillfully guided the boat through the natural aperture of the Blue Grotto. We had not expected to see such a fairyland. The walls, roof, and water had suddenly as ' sumed a beautiful indescribable hue of silvery blue. Our hands, when placed in the water were silvery. The bottom shone through the glimmering water; fishermen, diving for coins which visitors threw in the water, appeared as strange silver statues. We wanted to stay for hours and find out the cause of this strange reflection; but we were told that the wind arises quickly there, and it is impossible to leave the Grotto then for many hours. So we reluctantly were rowed back to the steamer by our interest ' ing guide, who on the way told us many little anecdotes. When all the visitors had returned to the steamer, we at last started back to Naples. On the way, as we saw the island gradu ' ally disappearing from view, we discussed the wonders we had seen there, and considered our trip to Capri well worth the time it took. Margaret Dodds, Form Upper V. 1 8 1 Did You Ever Feel Like This ? HE school door closed behind me, and never a monk, hearing the gates of the monastery- clang behind him condemning him to a life of penance, felt more forlorn or more hopeless than I — a timid newcomer. A vision of long corridors, filled with girls of every age and size, swam before my eyes. Pausing for a moment, like Caesar ere he crossed the Rubicon, I picked out the most friendly looking face, and asked in hollow tones to be shown the office. Fortunately, a smile relieved the strain, and I walked upstairs with a lighter heart. The interview over, I was placed under the care of another uniformed maiden who conducted me to the Assembly Hall. To be friendly, I began chatting pleasantly in the corridors, to be an ' swered only by a " Don ' t talk, please. " I subsided, scarlet ' with embarrassment, and inwardly resolved to obey the time-honored rule — " Speak when you ' re spoken to. " Of course, I wa s conscious of many an eye fastened critically upon me, and the very pictures seemed to whisper — " New girl — what do you think of her? " I experienced a few bad moments when my guide departed for a moment, and I was left the curiosity of the hour — my only chance of revenge, that of staring fixedly at my tormentors, being rendered useless by their numbers. When my guide reappeared, I was ready to greet her as a long-lost brother. The ordeal was by no means over. Then came prayers in the Assembly Hall, and to save myself from making blunders I eyed my companion ' s every movement. Naturally, I innocently sat down when the rest were standing, but that was to be expected. " No one can be perfect, " I thought, " but it ' s so uncomfortable being imperfect! " Oh, that first morning! The new mistresses, the girls whom one met, and spent the rest of the morni ng in a futile attempt to remember their names — the fear that I would pronounce their names wrongly — and that terrible dread of blundering. The questions that I patiently answered — that my name was Mary Ellen Ryan, that I came from Nova Scotia, and that I liked Montreal very well, thank you. The dog ' like devotion one felt for the girl who gave you a sandwich and talked to you at recess, and by means of whispered comments saved one so much embarrassment. The agonizing moments that I experienced are still fresh in my memory. The bright scarlet tint of my countenance when I was asked to pronounce some German, and did it exceedingly badly — the moment when I tried to explain my name to the mistress — the despair that enveloped me when I could not understand the French mistress. Over it all brooded a curious feeling of helplessness — as of a fish caught in strange waters. To speak of the trials of a newcomer at drill would be to unfold a tale of direst woe. " Left turn " — you promptly turned to the right, and wished that angels would snatch you away. " Arms upward raise " — somehow those arms went sideways. " Heels raise " and you lost your balance. The marvellous feature of it was that by the aid of friendly pokes and nods you got through it some- how, and felt as though you had won the battle of Marathon. The morning ended at last, and home seemed a welcome word. Books were laid together — coat and hat put on — but no gloves were to be found. A casual remark from my neighbour in- formed me that they might be in " pound. " To the uninitiated, pound sounds most suggestive, but I found it to be an innocent enough looking cupboard, where stray articles of clothing were boarded at the reasonable rate of one cent. The erring gloves having been recovered, I hastened home, glad that the day was over. Time, since then, has slipped by rapidly, and school has become a welcome place to us. But in our hearts, when we are asked by an old girl our names or our forms, we quote with deep meaning — " These are they which came out of great tribulation, " even while our outward lips answer politely. Olive Mary Hill, Form Upper VI. II 29 I Tuesdays and Fridays at 8.30 a.m. Ach Himmel! Es ist ten past eight, Wo ist mein deutsches Buch? Mein Lesebuch ist nicht hier auch, Viellent Til be verspat. But no, I ran to school pell ' mell. And met Johanna at the gate; Said she, " We ' re not so very late, Warum gehen sie so schnell? " Florence Bell, Form Upper VI. To the Foolish Virgins (By one of them) When little wisps come straggling down. And " bobbiC ' pins ' are scattered round. Grin, girls, for it won ' t be long now. When people call you some new name. And make remarks about your mane. Grin, girls, for it won ' t be long now. When you are told your hair ' s a sight And it will never look quite right, Grin, girls, for it won ' t be long now. But think of all the joy to come When you can do it in a bun. Grin, girls, for it won ' t be long now. Margaret Bell, Form Upper VI. r o 7-«o Our Hero A guardian of our great white way, The cynosure of worried eyes. An instigation of sweet sighs; The one whose word we must obey. Oftimes that word he does not say. When angels pass in driver ' s guise; But sometimes he is much too wise, Then flying angels have to pay. Our hero ' s eyes are merry blue, His waist ' line measures four feet two; From standing, large his feet have grown, But best of all, our hero ' s known From Montreal unto Japan; Our hero is a policeman. Marjorie Millar, Form Upper V. I 30 I Closing Day (With apologies to Robert Louis Stevenson) The end of school has come at last, Exams, are mem Vies of the past; And all the girls in chorus sing : Good ' bye, good ' bye, to everything! To school and classroom, house and lawn, The courts that we play tennis on, To gym. where basket-balls we fling, Good ' bye, good ' bye, to everything! And fare you well for evermore, O table by the cloakroom door, O morning prayers where hymns we sing, Good ' bye, good ' bye, to everything! Clang! goes the gong, and off we go To join the creeping line below, j Our arms about our chums we fling, Good ' bye, good ' bye, to everything! Sallie Ward, Form IIIa. Home O Home! it is a pleasing thought indeed, The thought of cheerful firesides, warm and bright. And blazing logs, and soft and ruddy light; And children who know not the pangs of need. But gather ' round the fire, and do not heed The cold, hard ' driven snow, that through the night Does, wildly raging in its swirling flight, Bend the great branches as it would a reed. But there are homes in this dark world of ours. Where, through the thin and trembling walls frosts creep All through night ' s dread cold, and shadowy hours To where the fire that never high did leap Now strives to warm the chilly air, and fails; But even here a sense of home prevails. Alma Howard. ti, _i • -1. " iipw r " ' r)irtl ' l ' , ummk i f 3II Canada Divided by mountains, by prairie, and lake, Three thousand miles of domain. Welded by loyalty, no storm shall shake. United the town and the plain. Wealth of the forest, the mine, and the field, Riches in manhood and youth, O er all the Dominion their power they wield. As one nation for honour and truth. Strong as the silent hills of the west, Deep as the inland sea. Fragrant and lofty as pines on the crest Be our love and devotion to thee. Jean Taylor, Form Upper V. Sir John A. Macdonald The time was fraught with sadness and unrest. The strife of which extended o ' er the land; When from the ranks arose he to command, A man, whose greatness well endured the test. He saw the need of union, and confessed " Divided we would fall, united stand; " Then, using all his vigourous will, he planned And founded a dominion ever bless ' d. His name is reverenced now from shore to shore; This earnest plea for union brought him fame. He builded well foundations by his might For Canada, our land forever more — Though discords sometimes here have marred the strain These sixty years have proved that he was right. Margaret Dodds, Form Upper V. I 3 1 Sir Wilfrid Laurier Sir Wilfred, thou wert upright, wise and strong, Faithful to all who put their trust m thee, Thou wert a lov ' r of peace and harmony, Defender of the right against the wrong, Thy thoughts were high and pure, thy vision long; Thy creed was for fair-play and honesty. Freedom, equality and purity; Tho ' French, thy heart to Britain did belong, And thus hast fill ' d our fathers ' hearts with pride; Thy call was sent to all, both far and wide To join the union, and our country raise To highest rank of honour, powV and praise; The prairies heard thy call and took their place; Thou hast a Nation built — strengthened a Race. Pauline Mitchell, Form Upper V. Rhymes of Early Canada First Cabot saw fair Canada, On Nova Scotia ' s shore. He sailed away to come again But he returned no more. And then, desiring fame and gold, Jacques Cartier left his home, And after weeks on a stormy sea. To Canada he was blown. The great St. Lawrence bore his ship Upon its wide expanse; He reached dry land without mishap And claimed the soil for France. Scared Indians with wondering eyes Came down to view this freak, But when his foot the ground did touch No Indian dared to speak. Next came Champlain m 1608, His deed has risen to fame; He landed by a mighty rock And gave Quebec its name. Here he built a settlement Where red man dwelt by white. And here came Jesuit missionaries To teach them wrong and right. Lasalle, the great explorer. Would not rest at home, And down the Mississippi broad His ship was fain to roam. He saw many a wondrous sight As he journeyed on his way. And places which were first Lasalle ' s Are cities famed today. At Montreal, inspired Laval Carried out his mission. He wanted every Indian To live by prohibition — Meanwhile gallant Frontenac Fought many a desperate fight; ' Twas he who crushed the Iroquois, Fierce-eyed chiefs of might. A century later, our hero Wolfe From England ' s shore set out, He planned to capture Canada And put the French to rout. The English won that city fair The key to Canada ' s door; With it the French gave all they had. And fought for land no more. Montcalm who bore the flag of France Shall not forgotten be. His name beside the name of Wolfe Will live eternally. Thus England won fair Canada And honours Wolfe ' s great name, And Canada under British rule Has won its place of fame. • Helen Ritchie, Form Upper V. II 33 1 A.E«i Dr. Donald ' s Address September, 1926 HOW good it felt to be back once more in the familiar Assembly Hall at Trafalgar — to see all one ' s friends, and to hear many a tale of vacation. After our long playtime, it was natural that our thoughts should be turning to our work, and it seemed to us most appropriate that Mr. Donald should remind us of all that we should strive to be and do during the coming session. Every school has certain traditions — certain aims — and certain customs peculiarly its own. Of what school is this more true than Trafalgar? As if to prove the fact, after welcoming us to the school in the name of the Governors, Mr. Donald spoke on " school spirit. " " Be proud of your school, " he said. We often speak of " school spirit, " but his words made us wonder if we really possessed it. Do we always work for the good of the school? " Learn to work and to play not only for your own good but for the good of the school, " he continued. The girls who have gone before us have left us a heritage — we must " carry on " as they did — we must prove worthy of the trust. " Secondly " , said the speaker, " I would ask you not only to be proud of the school but of yourselves. Take pride in your personal appearance — keep your dress neat and smart. " So many people fail because they lack confidence in themselves — they seem to have what is known now as an " inferiority " complex. If one is sure that he can accomplish something, he does accomplish it. We girls have so much to be proud of — so much to make us confiident — we shall surely win out if we only believe in our own ability. The third point the speaker ably expressed by means of an old Scottish word " thole. " Trans- lated it means — " learn to endure. " Failure is not only due to lack of self ' confidence — it is also due to the lack of power to endure. If studies become dull, we are often tempted to leave them. If we find a problem difficult, we give it up before we have really put forth every effort. Perseverance means success — " stick to your studies, to your problems, until you have finished your work. " The conclusion of the speech centered in two words — " almost " and " altogether. " We " almost " reach the goal in so many cases — almost — but not quite. We seem to lack the effort needed to " thole " it — to endure until the goal is reached. We " almost " become famous, " almost " win the prize, " almost " obtain our heart ' s desire. Almost! that tragic word. Something is needed to make us endure. " The only thing that can help us, " said Mr. Donald, " is the grace of Jesus Christ in our lives — by whose mercy ' almost ' is changed to altogether. " Let us the girls of Tra- falgar — proud of our school — proud of ourselves — endure, until the tragedy of " almost " has become the glorious fulfillment of " altogether. " Mary Hill, Form Upper VI. I Ml Miss Deneke ' s Lecture ON TUESDAY, October 26th, the school was given a treat in the way of a lecture on " Dance Forms, " given by Miss Deneke, of Lady Margaret ' s Hall, Oxford. Miss Deneke illustrated her lecture at the piano, and proved herself an accomplished musician. Miss Deneke began by explaining to us that the compositions which she was going to play were not written for balbroom music, neither were they intended to be an accompaniment for any par- ticular dance. Instead of this, the composers who had written them merely meant them to describe the movements and gestures of the various dances which were popular at the time. It has been said that if France has been the nursery and school of the art of dancing, Spain is its true home. In the 15th and i6th centuries, the most famous and stately dance was the " Pavane. " This was more a procession than a dance and it was perfectly suited to the dress of the period, the stiff brocades of the ladies and the swords and plumed hats of the gentlemen being displayed to great advantage. The Sarabande too was originally a Spanish dance, but it was adopted by the French who added to it more of their liveliness and gaiety. It became very popular m France and It IS said that Cardinal Richelieu performed it before Anne of Austria with great success. Next came the Courante, a bright, running sort of dance with three beats in the bar, which was performed on tiptoe with slightly jumping steps and many bows and curtseys. Towards the beginning of the i8th century, several composers, such as Bach and Handel, wrote a number of pieces describing these dances and others and collected them into one composition which they called a " suite. " There was usually a settled order for these pieces which were arranged so that a serious piece was followed by a lighter one, and this gave the suites a great deal of variety. The Allemande usually came first. This was a fairly serious kind of dance with four beats in a bar, probably (as the name suggests) of German origin. Next, came the livelier Courante, followed by the stately Sarabande. The Gigue, or Jig as it is sometimes called, completed the suite. This was a bright vivacious dance generally in what we call " compound time " — that is, with each beat divided into three smaller beats. Miss Deneke pointed out to us the importance which all four parts, the Soprano, Alto, Tenor and Bass play in nearly all of Bach and Handel ' s music. Most people can easily appreciate a piece with one good melody at the top ; and many can also appreciate good harmony ; but if there is Counter- point, they very often lose it altogether because their ears are not trained to hear two or three melodies going on at the same time. Miss Deneke played a Courante for us in which she showed us very clearly that the whole piece was made out of one or two musical ideas used over and over again, sometimes high and sometimes low, and played both m the left and right hand. Such music is called Contrapuntal. Miss Deneke then went on to describe the dances which came into fashion in the 17th and i8th centuries. It was in the reign of Louis XV that the Minuet was brought to its greatest perfection. This was at first a gay and lively dance derived from the Courante, but on being brought to Court it soon lost its sportive character and became grave and dignified. It was a dance for two in triple time, and the gestures and movements of the dancers had much to do with its interpretation. Mozart wrote many Minuets, and Miss Deneke played us a famous one, " Don Juan, " which we all enjoyed. Mozart also specialized in the Scherzo, meaning " a joke, " which is often simply a very bright Minuet. The Gavotte, which was frequently danced with the Minuet, was originally a peasants ' dance and consisted chiefly of kissing and capering. It also became stiff and artificial, and eventually the ladies received bouquets instead of kisses in dancing the Gavotte. A Bohemian peasant girl started the rage for the Polka, which took Europe by storm. This dance had three jumping steps on the first three beats of the bar while the fourth was held in a rest. From all these dances developed the Waltz, which became popular at the beginning of the 19th century. Schubert wrote much of the new popular dance music, and his works were always noted for their lovely, clear melody. After his death, Schumann, a friend of his, published a great deal of Schubert ' s manuscript music, and when they were played he had the ideas they represented thrown on a screen. For instance, one little waltz told the story of a man scratching his ear and crying " Psst! Psst! " The idea was wonderfully brought out in the piece. Another represented a man, who, leaning too heavily against a screen door, fell through it with a crash. Again there was a soldier arrayed I35I in gold braid and stiff brush, dancing with mihtary precision, and in contrast to this, clumsy clod- hoppers, trying to step gracefully, were making a heavy thud with their feet. The last picture waltz was that of a nun, under a vow of silence, who was being entreated by a Spanish gallant to speak. In the end she gave in although not without much hesitation. The school was delighted with these little gems of music and would have enjoyed hearing more, but, with two beautiful selections of Beethoven, Miss Deneke concluded her lecture. Dorothy Ward, Upper VI. The Last Expedition to Mount Everest Oyf ' OUNT EVEREST, which in the Tibetan language is called " The Mother Goddess of the w L Snow Mountains, " belongs to the Himalaya Range in Tibet. It is the highest ascertained point on the face of the globe, and rises to the height of twentynine thousand and two feet above sea level. Three unsuccessful attempts have been made to attain the summit of this peak, but in the last expedition over twenty-eight thousand feet was reached, this being the highest man has ever climbed. The most recent expedition, which was sent out by the Royal Geographical Society and the Alpine Club, met at Darjiling in nineteen-twenty-four. The party consisted of the explorers and many native porters. The expedition was led by General Bruce who had also commanded the two previous attempts. Because of ill-health the General was unable to continue beyond the starting point, his place being taken by Colonel Norton. Some of the other more noteworthy adventurers were George Mallory, Andrew Irvine, Goeffrey Bruce, Dr. Sommervell and Norman Odell. The native porters are worthy of mention, they were unbelievably strong, cheerful as well as dirty and superstitious. Though permission had been obtained from the Tibetan government, the explorers had to pay a ceremonial visit to the Grand Lama at Lhassa. In spite of the fact that he could not understand their scientific motives, he readily granted their request when they said they were on a pilgrimage to the " spirit " of Mount Everest. A most interesting interview was held with this strange character of whom the world knows so little. After a hazardous journey through unfamiliar territory a base camp at the foot of Mount Everest was established. From thence six successive camps were pitched at various stages on the slope of the mountain. Camp V was the highest permanent station as Camp VI could only ac- commodate two men. The first attempt was made by Mallory and Bruce, but as the latter broke down his companion was forced to return with him. The next two to go were Norton and Som- mervell. Even though Sommervell became exhausted Norton determined to risk the short remaining distance alone. At the height of twenty-eight thousand feet he was seized with an attack of snow blindness and compelled to struggle back to his comrades. On the sixth of June the final attempt was made by Mallory and Irvine. Odell had intended to go with Mallory, but owing to his objection to the use of oxygen he had yielded his place to Irvine. The latter was the youngest member of the expedition and although he was not as keen on reaching the top as was Mallory he wanted to " have a stab at the top. " They set out in the dense mist of the early morning. They were last seen at a point beyond Camp VI which they should have reached four hours earlier. Odell went up to Camp VI to meet them but could find no trace of them. He realized that they must be lost as it was impossible for them to live throughout the night because of the extreme cold. Shortly afterwards, the camp was broken up and the expedition returned to India as the monsoon was about to break. The fate of the two young men is extremely doubtful. They may have slipped and fallen or they may have perished from cold and exhaustion before they ever reached the summit. However, Odell and his companions believe that they reached the top, or at least a very high point, and that on the descent the sleep of exhaustion overcame them and they died in their sleep from the intense cold. Nevertheless, no one will ever know definitely what became of them. Their only memorial is a rough heap of stones that their companions erected to them. Some people may say that it is a waste of time to try to accomplish the impossible, but anyone who has heard Mr. Odell speak, as we did, will agree that it is not so. Mallory and Irvine felt that f 36I they were completing the conquest by man over the earth and that death was preferable to a third defeat. Again the conquered are the victors for although someone else will probably climb the Mount, Mallorv and Irvine " will have glory by this losing day " more than any future victor ever shall. Marjorie Harley, Form Upper V. Annie Rowley, Form Upper V. Dr. McBean ' s Lecture E AT TRAFALGAR have been extremely fortunate in our lectures this year, both in number and variety. One of the most interesting was given to us by Dr. McBean, the lady principal of a medical college for women in China. In her lecture, Dr. McBean gave us a glimpse of China which to some of us, at any rate, was entirely new. Up to this time we all had a vague idea that civil war was being carried on in China, but we did not realize in what constant peril and danger those who were not engaged in the war were living. Dr. McBean explained that the friction in China which was causing all the fighting and dis- turbance was between the people of the North and those of the South. The two parties are divided naturally in three ways — by a range of mountains which practically eliminates all trading or travel; by language, and by race. Those in the South are generally known as " Cantonese " and take their name from the city of Canton which, with a population of over 5,000,000, is the foremost city of the South. These Cantonese are the progressive party in China and are not content with their government. This revolutionary feeling, instigated chiefly by the Bolshevists, is called the Red Movement and is led by students who wish China to advance by the means of Western civilization. The people of the North, however, do not want revolution, for they feel that the old China is better than a new could ever be. They have just cause for this belief for Chma is even to-day recognized as one of the greatest countries in the world. She had her civilization and culture centuries before Western civilization came into being, and she had her religion and beliefs with such great teachers and leaders as Confucius. Besides this, she still has immense natural resources with a population of 500,000,000, com- posed of a race of perhaps the cleverest people in the world. Yet, in spite of all these advantages, there is something lacking in China which Dr. McBean summed up in one word — Christianity. She showed us how much Christianity has already done for China, and pointed out how much more could be accomplished once the whole country were won over to the Christian religion. For instance. Dr. McBean told us how many Christians go to China every year as missionaries, evangelists, teachers and nurses, all with the purpose to spread the gospel throughout the country. Nurses and doctors are especially in demand, for m many parts modern medicine is unknown and the inhabitants depend entirely upon the arts of old-fashioned Chinese doctors, who use herbs and dreadful plasters, which sometimes take two hours to pull off, for nearly every ailment, no matter what its nature. These poor native doctors have no chance to study medicine properly, for there are few if any hospitals in the country. In Canton, however, there are colleges for the study of medicine and it is in one of these that Dr. McBean is lady principal. In these colleges medicine is taught in Chinese so that it is easier and quicker for the students to learn, but even then the course demands eight years training. For the last twenty-five years, girls ' education has been allowed in China, and this is one of the greatest boons ever granted to Chinese girls and women. To understand this, one must realize what a drab, uninteresting life the average Chinese girl lives. Girls are not wanted in China, and consequently very little interest is taken in them and no effort is made to brighten their dull lives. Forbidden to show themselves m public more than is absolutely necessary they sit indoors all day with nothing to do, for games such as we know them are never played by girls. The doors are closed, and there are no windows through which they may watch the outside world. f 37I So when a chance comes to a Chinese girl to break away from the monotony and drabness of home hfe, she snatches at it eagerly, and risks sometimes robbery or even death from the hands of the river pirates who are liable to attack her when journeying down to Canton. Imagine the contrast between a quiet, uneven tful time spent at home and the bustling crowded hours of college life ! To the Chinese girl it is a privilege and a joy merely to be one of the numbers of students who are preparing to be of some use to humanity. Many of these girls are converted to be Christians while in college and they finally go out into the world to carry their message of the love and mercy of Jesus Christ. Dr. McBean then spoke of the danger which constantly surrounded the students while at work. The fighting between the Red Army and the non-revolutionists was being carried on all the time, but, added to this, the river pirates, taking advantage of the general confusion, kept carrying off people for ransom. In one case, fifty students were taken, and before they could all be ransomed, fifteen were shot. This plan was also adopted by the strike unions, so that it was unsafe and even dangerous to venture out on the streets at all. Dr. McBean concluded her lecture by telling us about a " sunset service " she had attended just before leaving China. In the quiet of the evening, the students crossed a rustic bridge over a canal and came to a grove of orange trees scattered here and there with banana palms. The beautiful colouring and the quiet hush of evening made them all realize the wonder of God ' s beautiful out ' of- doors, and they prayed fervently that one day that sense of peace and quiet would make itself felt all over China. Dorothy Ward, Form Upper VI. Canadian Birds ONE Friday in March, we had a very remarkable lecture on " Canadian Birds. " Mr. Avis, the lecturer, showed us many lantern slides of beautiful woodland and meadow scenes. He imitated the songs of the birds so wonderfully that we felt the summer breeze blowing on us, and were sure that even the slightest movement on our part would startle the sweet singer. The pictures that this fascinating lecture called up before our eyes were something like these Just as dawn comes stealing over the hills and all the world seems to be covered with a soft silver mist, the White Throated Sparrow begins his song. It is from his familiar carol — " O sweet Canada. . Canada. . Canada! " that he gets his popular name — " The Canada Bird. " After a short while, just as the sun sends up its first rays, a clear loud summons to " Drink your te-e-ea " is sung by the Chewink. In the distance can be heard the Canary-like call of the Goldfinch; while, in the Spruce grove, two merry little Chickadees are trying to " Chick-a-dee " each other into silence. About eleven o ' clock, as the world grows warmer, and the sun rises overhead, a love making scene takes place in the orchard. On a spray of blossoms is perched a Wood Thrush calling to his young lady — " Come to me! " " I love you! " " D ' you love me? " As the lady, not being too forward, listens to her Romeo in silence; a disapproving Bluebird cries : " Dear, dear, think of it! " and a Pewee chimes in with his " Sir-nice! " This, however, is of no avail, as the Thrush continues, unabashed. Browning certainly spoke the truth when he wrote: " That ' s the wise Thrush; he sings each song twice over. " Across the field, in the early afternoon, floats the Meadow Lark ' s song, " Spring all the year, " while, from the hedgerow, the Bugler, the Baltimore Oriole assents with " a very merry cheer. " From his pulpit on the lowest bough of the tall Scotch Pine, the Vireo delivers his sermon. He says : " You see it, hear it, feel it! Believe me-e-e! " and the Morning Dove " Coo ' s " softly among the high er branches. The afternoon advances and the Yellow Thrasher tells you that for supper you must have " a little bit of bread — no cheese. " In the cool undergrowth of the wood, the Oven bird cries " Teacher — teacher — teacher! " while further off a Field Sparrow " giggles " a reply. As the sun sets behind the hills, and the purple shadows lengthen, a Loon wings its lonely way across the lake, uttering its mournful cry. In the gathering dusk a Whip-poor- Will announces that " Day is Done. " DoREEN Harvey-Jellie, Form Upper VI. f 38I spring Spring hath come, spring hath come, The birds begin to sing; The flowers soon will be awake. In spring, beautiful spring. Spring hath come, spring hath come, We near the month of May; The buds upon the chestnut trees. Will soon be blossoms gay. Spring hath come, spring hath come. The sap is flowing fast. But do not wait, do not wait. For spring will soon be past. Joan Henry, Form II. The Fairies ' Song We fairies are dancing Along on our way. Straight to the Greenwood, So happy and gay. The Greenwood is pretty With pine trees and flowers. And daises and tulips Around our gay towers. Jean Languedoc, Form I, The Elf ONCE upon a time there lived a naughty elf. He lived in a Palace upon a big hill. There was a little baby Princess there. One day the nurse was out of the room. Softly the elf came in, upon the bed he jumped. He took the Princess ' s bottle, threw it on the floor. And he hid behind the curtain. The nurse heard 139 11 the noise and came running in. The baby was scolded while the elf was nearly crying he laughed so much. Next day he went down to the kitchen. The cook was preparing for a wonderful dinner as the King and Queen were expecting another Royal family from far away. As the cook was not looking the elf put a whole tin of pepper in the soup. When the guests arrived they went into dinner. When they took some of the soup they all turned ill. There was some soup left in the pot, the elf not thinking what he was taking drank it, he was sick for a whole week and he never was bad again. J. Brodie, Form Upper I. A Peep Into a Desk ALL the books were greatly excited. Mr. Scribbler was talking, and when he talked every one listened, as he usually had something very nice to say, or something very foolish, and they never knew which it was going to be. Tonight he was saying: " I vote we all give an Easter party to celebrate the going away of our mistress, for only when she goes away on her holidays, does she leave us tidy, never at any other time. " Good idea, " said Miss Dictionary, " a fine idea, " and whenever she seconded Mr. Scribbler ' s " votes, " as everyone called them, they were decided upon. That evening all the books who hved in the desk district were there; for Mr. Scribbler positively refused to invite anyone living on the Floor district, to this grand affair. They were all spick and span, some with shining ribbons on their pages. The event proved successful, and all enjoyed themselves. " I don ' t really know what we will do without Mr. Scribbler and his wonderful ideas when he leaves us, " said Miss Alexander Speller; and all the books voiced the same opinion, for they all loved Mr. Scribbler, even though he did take freaks of foolishness, and he was getting very old, having only a few more pages to go. Editha Wood, Form Upper IL The Alligators of Florida JN MANY parts of Florida the alligators are being killed off, and those that are left are not very fierce. A few years ago, at a place named Spruce Creek there were alligators everywhere, until a reward of two dollars was offered for every hide. All the grass was burnt around their holes, so as to be able to get at them easily. A man stood by the hole and grunted like a pig, which is the noise the small alligator makes, and if this brought the old one out, he was I 40 I shot in the eye, which is the only tender spot on all its tough hide. If this plan failed to work, a long wooden pole with a great hook on the end was thrust down the hole, and was poked about till the alligator ' s mouth was found. The pole was then stuck in its throat and four or five men took the other end and pulled till the alligator came out. In these ways the people sometimes got twenty hides a day. An alligator eats almost any kind of fish or meat it can get and is especially dangerous to the pig. If this animal comes near, it is slashed with the alligator ' s tail, and so brought to its mouth and eaten. The alligators like swampy meadows better than thick woods, and are fond of lying in very warm water, with only a little bit of snout and a pair of eyes sticking out; thus it is very hard to distinguish them from a log. Alligators are very interesting to study, and a few people keep the small ones for pets. M ARGOT Seely, Form Upper II. The Moon and the Stars The beautiful moon is casting Her rays upon the hills. While the sheep are resting. The earth with pleasure fills. The big proud moon was glancing In the River Lee, When all of a sudden a cloud past by, Then her face she could not see. But the stars they kept on twinkling, In the darkly beautiful sky. For It only was m the month of March, When the breezes go softly by. MiMi Languedoc, Form I. The Squirrels The robins are singing, The flowers are out. The squirrel lives in a tree, He hunts all around, close to the ground. And is busy, as busy can be. The sun is shining, For the Spring is here. The bees are buzzing around. The squirrel is happy, dear little chappy, For the food is now easily found. MiMi Languedoc, Form I. f4il Sunny Jim Amy had a little dog She was very fond of him, His tail was always wagging So she called him Sunny Jim. Now Amy was not amiable, Alas, it was a sin. She was a naughty little girl, And would play pranks on him. One day she fed him dynamite. On a plate upon the floor, Jim wagged his tail and licked it up. Now Sunny Jim ' s no more. Dorothy Coristine, Form Upper II. The Adventure of a Pencil JAM a pencil who has had many dangerous adventures. My mistress is not very careful with me, for she chews my head a great deal, which is most uncomfortable. She is always breaking my leg, and so I can ' t enjoy my holidays. One day she couldn ' t do her Arithmetic (or rather wouldn ' t do it), and so I was thrown on the floor. Last Thursday she dropped me on the muddy street and did not notice me. I am a bright rainbow coloured pencil. I was picked up by another girl who carried me off to school. I had no name on me so I could not be returned to my old mistress. This little girl wrote M ' a ' r ' y B ' r ' O ' W-n which I suppose will be my name from now on. The next day another mishap came upon me. I was picked up instead of my new friend Miss Pen and my head was stuck into the ink. It got in my eyes, in my nose and in my mouth (I do not suppose you knew I had any head but I have). I am now writing one of those " hateful essays " , as my mistress says. Now I have told you some of the mishaps that have happened to me. I can ' t tell you any more now as I have to write this essay. Helen Roy, Form Upper II. spring Spring this year has come again With all her beauty wide: The desolate and dreary look Changed on the mountain side. Spring took a long time coming But still she ' s here at last : And the young buds cast their beauty O ' er field and mountains vast. Soon the flowers will start to peep From out the rich brown soil; And the clatter of ploughs will fill the air, As the farmers start their toil. Editha Wood, Form Upper II. A Visit to Fairyland EGGY had just gone to bed, and was lying in the darkness, when the window opened, and a little Fairy flew in. He was dressed all in silver. He handed Peggy a roscpetal envelope, and a parcel wrapped in violet petals. Peggy took the envelope, and opened it with shaking hands. She found a card, which read: The Fairy Queen invites you to the Hummmg-Bird Ball To be held in Buttet ' Fly Grove by the Tinkle- Winkle Streak. Peggy didn ' t know what to do she was so excited. Imagine ! a letter from a real Fairy Queen. But excitement did not overcome her curiosity, and Peggy turned her attention to the parcel; which contained a dear little mauve dress, a dainty pair of gold slippers, and a mauve hairband with a golden star in the middle of it. " Will you kindly put these garments on? " said the Fairy. " I can ' t put these on, I ' m too big, " said Peggy. The Fairy blew some powder on her shoulders, and, as well as becoming small, a tiny pair of wings grew on them. She put on the clothes, and half flying and half dancing they went to the Ball. They found the Fairy Queen lying on a couch of Wild Thyme and Primroses. She welcomed Peggy and allowed her to sit on part of her couch. The Fireflies helped the Moon to light the place, and the Crickets and the Fairy Pipers played on their violins and harps. As the sky began to grow grey the Fairy Queen said to her, " Now Peggy you must go home. " " " Thank you so much, " said Peggy. " I have enjoyed myself. " and then she suddenly realized that the sun was streaming through her window, and that she was in her own bed. Norma Merrylees, Form Upper I. I 43 I The Gymnastic Demonstration " CT EALLY, my dear, I am positive something very exciting is going to happen at the school this _afternoon, the girls looked so excited at one o ' clock! We must flyover there early, so we won ' t miss anything. " It was Mrs. Sparrow who was telling this promising piece of news to her husband. Mr. Cock Sparrow had not accompanied his wife that morning on their usual visit to Trafalgar Institute, but he had gone hunting instead, and had come home with some nice bread crumbs. So dinner did not take long to prepare, and shortly the couple were on their way to the school. When they arrived, they sat on the ledge of one of the Assembly Hall windows, and there they stayed the whole afternoon, watching with great interest what was happening inside. On their way home Mrs. Sparrow chattered to her husband, " I am very glad we went this afternoon, it will be an interesting story to tell the babies. " " Well, children, " said Mrs. Sparrow, when the tea things had been cleared away, " if you hadn ' t been so nervous, but had learnt to fly when I wanted to teach you yesterday, you would have been able to see a wonderful performance. " At this statement three curious young voices called out, " O mother, please tell us about it. " " I think the school is divided into classes, and each class has to perform various exercises. They were done very well, and — " " Excuse me for interrupting, my dear, " said Mr. Sparrow, " but wasn ' t the balancing done beautifully? Those girls were as steady on the forms — that ' s what they call them, isn ' t it? — as we are on telegraph wires, and their feet are so terribly big! " " There was dancing too, " continued Mrs. Sparrow, " the brightness of those costumes almost dazzled my eyes. " " How is this for a joke on your mother, children? " said Mr. C. Sparrow. " There was a butterfly dance, and when your mother saw them enter the room, she actually flew away to one of the trees near by. She was quite frightened by such giant butterflies! But when I assured her they were only girls, she came back to her perch, and afterwards said she liked that dance better than any. " Mrs. C. Sparrow twittered out a merry laugh at the remembrance, and continued, " The whole school took part in the last act. It started with the smallest girls and gradually went up to the tallest ones. They wound in and out until they looked like a large worm that, had it been real, it would have lasted us for the rest of our lives, and many other sparrows after us! I heard one lady tell her little girl it was the ' Grand March. ' But look! The sun is sinking down behind the hills in the west, so you must go to sleep without another word, children. Then you will be able to get up early m the morning, for a lesson in flying. And the next time Trafalgar Institute gives another delightful performance, you will be able to accompany your mother and father, and there will be five sparrows sitting on the window ledge instead of two. " Ethel Renouf, Form III b. A Trip to the Moon JT WAS one o ' clock at night. Outside, in the garden, the moon shone brightly, and the stars twin ' kled merrily. I was in my bed. Suddenly I was awakened by a sharp tapping on the window pane. I got up, and opened the window. There on the window-sill stood a little fairy. She had long yellow hair and blue eyes. Her dress was made of pink sunbeams. In her hand she carried a wand. " Would you like to come and visit fairyland? " she asked, in a voice which I could hardly hear. " Yes, I would love to, " I answered. " Then come with me, " she said, and as she said it she waved her wand. I started to get smaller and smaller, till I reached her size. 1 also discovered that I had wings. We started to fly through the air. " You know, " said the fairy, " there are different kinds of fairies. I am a moon fairy. We are going to fly to the moon. " I 44 I " We flew and flew, till we reached the moon. But I did not know that it was the moon. It looked like a city of gold. There were gold houses. The fairy led me to the palace. On the throne sat the Queen of the Moon. " I am going to give you a wand to remember me, " said the Queen. So she gave me a wand made of gold. Then I said goodbye to all the fairies. I flew back to the earth again. Then I waved my wand, and I grew bigger and bigger, till I reached my own size. I was very happy, for I had been to fairyland. Anna Thompson, Form Upper II. My Boat I wish I had a little boat, And in it sometimes I would float, ) Or I might catch a pretty fish And bring it home in a little dish. I ' d like to lie and gaze above. ' Perchance I ' d see some little dove, Or maybe just a swallow swoop And thrust itself into a loop. Evening The old red cow was munching the grass, While the birds were singing so gay. And along the road came a bonnie wee lass, Picking the flowers of May. The butterflies flew from flower to flower And said, " How pretty I look, " While the sunbeams danced on the purple hills And gold-fish swam in a brook. But, bye and bye, the big round sun, Began to sink to the west. So for that day man ' s work was done; And everything went to rest. MiMi Langueduc, Form I. !45! 1926— JUNE 3RD. GYM. COMPETITION. Senior, Form Upper VI. Junior, Form II. " Thus they Breathing united force with fixed thought Moved on in silence. " JUNE 1 5TH— SCHOOL CLOSING. " Lectures and classes and lessons are done And now well have nothing but frolic and fun. " SEPTEMBER i6th— SCHOOL OPENING. Mr. Donald ' s Address, " Thole " OCTOBER 14TH— HOUSE AND SCHOOL MATCH (School won) " While none that saw them could divine To which side conquest would incline. " OCTOBER 21ST— MR. DONALD ' S ADDRESS TRAFALGAR DAY " England expects every man this day to do his duty. " OCTOBER 27TH— MISS DENEKE ' S LECTURE ON DANCE FORMS. " Come and trip it as you go. On the light fantastic toe. " OCTOBER 30TH— LOWER SIXTH MASQUERADE " Bubble, bubble, toil and trouble Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. " I46I 1926— NOVEMBER sth— PREFECTS. Margaret Bain Hazel Howard. Marian Zealand. Kathryn Stanfield. NOVEMBER iqth— MATCH WITH MISS EDGAR ' S (Trafalgar won) " T ' was blow for blow, inch by inch For one would not retreat, nor other flinch. " NOVEMBER 27TH— MATCH WITH THE STUDY (Trafalgar won) " O, it is excellent To have a giant ' s strength; but it is tyrannous To use it like a giant. " DECEMBER 6th— MR. ODELL ' S LECTURE ON MOUNT EVEREST " No vernal blooms their torpid rocks array. But lingering Winter chills the lap of May. " DECEMBER ioth— MATCH WITH WESTON (Trafalgar won) " The partial crowd their hopes and fears divide, And aid with eager shout, the forward side. " DECEMBER ijth— DR. NIVEN ' S LECTURE ON THE TEMPEST. " Who shall face The blast that wakes the fury of the sea? " DECEMBER 2ist— SCHOOL CLOSING " At Christmas play and make good cheer For Christmas comes but once a year. " 1927— JANUARY 1 2TH— SCHOOL OPENING. " The scholars gaily trooping back to school, Fresh from the freedom of the out ' of ' doors. " JANUARY 29TH— MATCH WITH WESTON (Trafalgar won) " Qui credit posse, potest. " FEBRUARY 2nd— DR. McBEAN ' S LECTURE ON CHINA. " He that walketh in darkness hath seen a Great Light. " FEBRUARY ioth— RETURN HOUSE AND SCHOOL MATCH (School won) " We cannot all be masters. " FEBRUARY i2th— MATCH WITH MISS EDGAR ' S (Trafalgar won) " And to conclude, the victory fell on us. " FEBRUARY 14TH— PREFECTS. Anna Gleason. Evelyn Howard. FEBRUARY i6th— MATCH WITH JUNIOR LEAGUE (Trafalgar won) " Thus far our fortune keeps an upward course. And we are graced with wreaths of Victory. " I 4 7 I 1927— MARCH lOTH, iith— GYM. DEMONSTRATION. " At last in order undiscerned they join, And march together in a friendly line. " MARCH I5TH— MAJOR CROSS ' LECTURE ON TIBET. " Age cannot wither, nor no custom stale Her infinite variety. " MARCH i8th— MR. AVIS " LECTURE ON BIRDS. " And lo! the Bobolink, — he soars and sings, With all the heart of summer in his wings. " APRIL 1ST— CUP MATCH WITH MISS EDGAR ' S (Miss Edgar ' s won) " Pride goeth before destruction and a haughty spirit before a fall. APRIL 7TH— SCHOOL CLOSING. " Home for the holidays — here we go! Bless me! — the train is exceedingly slow! " APRIL 20TH— SCHOOL OPENING. MAY 17TH— HOUSE AND SCHOOL MATCH (School won). " When Greeks joined Greeks, then was the tug of war. " 3tt mpmnrtam On Monday, November 8th, Miss Gumming told us of the tragic death of Paget on the previous Friday. He had been going home around six o ' clock when he was knocked down by a motor at the corner of Cote des Neiges and SummerhiU. He was taken to the Western Hospital, where he died early the next morning. Paget had been a familiar figure around Trafalgar for many years and had been a friend of us all. Besides doing his ordinary work, he often gave up his spare time to flood the rink or sweep the tennis courts so that we might enjoy ourselves the next day. Always willing to help us, he won all our hearts, and no Play was complete without showing Paget our costumes. We all felt the loss of our friend very keenly and miss him in the school. I am sure we will always remember him and connect his name with the memory of our school days. Requiescat in pace DoREE N Harvey ' Jellie, Form Upper VI. 48 Mission Representatives Form Upper VI. — Jean Peters Lower VI. — Cornelia Hayes Upper V. — Pauline Mitchell Lower V. — Margaret Johnson IVa. — Kathryn Wood IVb. — Beatrice Brophy Form IIIa. — Margaret Hill IIIb. — Betty Miner Upper II. — Betty de Brisay II. — Joan Bann Upper I. — Helen Roy I. — Doreen Dann Mission Box Collection Federated Chanties $75 . 00 The Grace Dart Home ' . . . 35 . op Old Brewery Mission 30 . 00 Labrador Cot 60 . 00 C.G.I.T 30.00 Hospital Campaign 50 . 00 Children ' s Hospital 140.00 $420 , 00 HE Trafalgar Brownie Pack has now thirteen Brownies. This year five new Brownies were enrolled and they all have obtained their second class badge, making ten second class in all. There has been much absence owing to whooping cough, and the meetings have had to be cancelled once or twice. Joan Henry was heartily welcomed by all the Brownies as their pack leader and, as no Tawny Owl was available, Barbara Tooke gave welcome assistance and proved very helpful in the training of the Brownies for some of their tests. There were no first class Brownies this year, but six of last year ' s Brownies received their first class wings at one of the Guide meetings. On behalf of the pack I wish to extend most hearty thanks to Miss Lawson, who has been the Brown Owl for the past two years. With her help the Brownies have been able to pass many tests and although none of them have their first class the majority of the pack have their second class badge. I49l c o u f- Girl Guides ' Report E WERE all sorry to lose Miss Young, our old Captain, who has done so much for the company. All the Guides that have been in the company with her attended her wedding in May, and all join in wishing her happiness in her future life. Good work has been done this year by the 14th Montreal company, and perhaps most of the praise belongs to Miss Ibbotson, our captain, and Miss Secord and Miss Robertson, our lieutenants. We have now seven patrols instead of six, our numbers being increased. This new Patrol is the Chickadee Patrol. Dr. Fairie renewed his kind gift of last year, our Patrol Emblems. Every Guide appreciates his generosity in giving such a lovely gift. The most important Guide event of the year was the Rally, in which we took part, forming a bit of the human Union Jack. Some of our Guides were in the Indian dance, and the whole com pany joined in the sing-song around the Camp Fire. This year we took second place in the Honour Flag competition, winning the Blanche Me- morial Trophy, a lovely cup which stands proudly m the Assembly Hall. Every Guide will, I am sure, do her best to win it again next year. The Guides from the 4th, 8th and 14th companies gave an entertainment, " Spring and Fall, " in the Victoria Hall. The programme consisted of drill, a little play, a recitation, several dances and a camp fire sing-song. It was well performed and did credit to the Guides. The proceeds, which were to be donated to the Girl Guide Camp Fund, came to $883.00. A cheque was sent for $725.00; the hall, costumes and scout orchestra amounting to the difference. Altogether, the year has been successful, and on the part of every Guide I wish to thank our officers heartily for their work and help during the year. Betty Stewart, Form IIIb, Chickadee Patrol. The Honour Flag Competition HE Honour Flag Competition consisted of tenderfoot and second class work, ambulance work and singing. Two Guides were picked from each class to answer questions on the work and the whole company joined in the singing and the Surprise Patrol competition. The latter had two parts, first, each patrol had to dress one of their number, using five sheets of newspaper and ten pins. Then a relay race was held. Marks were given for quickness in obeying orders, etc., rather than for the actual work itself. Our company did very creditably, coming second in the contest, and winning the Wotherspoon Trophy. We came fourteenth in the Dr. Fairie Ambulance Shield Competition. We must make an extra effort next year and win the Honour Flag, but meanwhile we are contented with the Cup. Betty Stewart, Form IIIb, Chickadee Patrol. Girl Guides G IS for Guides who are true to the end, I IS Miss Ibbottson, Captain and friend; R is the rally, the event of the year; L " s the lieutenants so full of good cheer. G is the Girls who are helpful and gay, U is for us, who wrote this to-day. I is for idleness, not found in a Guide; D " s for the good deeds in which we take pride. E ' s for the eagerness which we display, S is for silence; so that ' s all we ' ll say. Jean Darling, Form IVa, Lorraine Ward, Form IVa, Barnswallow and Kingfisher Patrols. The Guiding Star HAVE you ever got on a street car, in your full Guide uniform, and found an empty place? You may not believe it, but sometimes the unexpected actually does happen. You look around to see who will take the seat. Ah! there is an old lady making her way towards you. A virtuous smile breaks over your face. " A Guide is courteous. A Guide ' s duty " I 5 I Why, she wasn ' t going to sit down! She was getting off! Well, never mind. That lady behind you, dressed in the pink hat and red slicker would sit down. She is looking terribly pale. Suppose she were to faint! It would make all the trouble that you took getting your Ambulance Badge worth while " No thanks; I ' m getting out at the next stop. " Why is someone always " just getting out " when you offer them a place? You begin to feel uncomfortable. Suppose you were to sit down as no one else wants to. You do so with a sigh of relief. After all, it ' s decidedly conspicuous standing in front of an empty place, especially in full uniform Is that man over there staring at YOU? The nerve of him! You look up suddenly and see, standing in front of you, an old lady, ladened with bundles. It ' s funny you didn ' t see her before " May I ? " " Thank you " You rise, amidst smiles of all the spectators. Why didn ' t you sit right down in the beginning and save all this fuss? Well, you ' re a Guide and well, just because! DoREEN HarveY ' Jellie, Form Upper VI, Chickadee Patrol, A Competition Oy ARY had been having a tiresome afternoon, trying to learn Morse, nearly exhausting the y patience of her long suffering patrol leader. For the next day there was to be a competition, and Mary had been learning Morse to qualify for it. When the whistle blew at the end of the meeting, she went home knowing much more Morse than she had at the beginning of the meeting. The next morning, the Guides met in a field for the competition. They each chose a partner, and to Mary ' s great surprise, Beatrice, her patrol leader, chose her. They started off, carrying their flags and lunch ' boxes. They followed signs until they came to a letter which Beatrice read and signalled to Mary. They went on, Mary signalling the next letter, and Beatrice the next. Mary did very well, though she did mix up her " N ' s " and " A ' s " . They were some way ahead of the others when Mary saw an arrow which she thought pointed to the right; they turned, but the others went straight ahead. They passed through a wood and came to a field where some cows were grazing; to these they gave a wide berth, thinking that perhaps one was a bull. At the end of the field was a little hut which stood directly in their path. They knocked at the door, but receiving no answer they went in. Here they saw a little old lady, who lay groaning in a bed on the far side of the room. There was no fire m the old stove, so Mary made one, and Beatrice got some water and put it on to heat. While they waited for the water to boil they tried to clean up the hut, and make the old woman more comfortable. They made some coffee, and gave her sandwiches from their lunch boxes. When she had eaten, she felt better, and told them that she had had rheumatism, and had not been able to get out of bed for the last two days. The Guides fixed her up as best they could, and returned to their company, who were about to search for them. Of course, Beatrice and Mary did not get the three marks for the competition, but they were much hap ' pier than if they had. Their Patrol, the Wild Rose Patrol, adopted the little old lady and took care of her during her illness. Betty Miner, Form IIIb, Goldfinch Patrol. f 53 1 The Salute GGIE BROWN, a new Guide in the Catfish Patrol, had been instructed to salute every Guide that she met. Walking down the street one day, she saw an officer approaching — Aggie clenched her little finger ready to salute — three paces in front of the captain, she halted and saluted — but to her surprise, the captain merely waved her hand and smiled as she passed. Aggie walked wondering She soon saw another Guide and again she prepared to salute, hop ' She stopped, on- coming toward her ing that her salutation would be returned saluted, but the the Guide apparently saw nothing but the tree tops and walked by. Aggie was more bewildered than ever, — she thought that she had been doing wrong, and she decided not to salute any more Guides. On rounding the corner, however, she came face to face with four much decorated patrol leaders, who halted, came to attention, saluted and continued marching down the street — Aggie was perplexed — what should she do? Evelyn Howard, Form Upper VI. Goldfinch Patrol. I 54 I A Day at Guides FRIDAY afternoon for the 14th Company is as good as a holiday, for it is then that the Guides gather together m the gym. to enjoy themselves to the best of their ability m playing games and listening to useful instructions. Sharp at 3.30, the shrill sound of a Guide whistle stills the noisy chatter, and the girls stand at attention, ready for the first commands. To begin with there is " patrol inspection. " The girls gather in their patrols and the officers mark them on their general appearance, taking off a point here for an undone button, and there for an unshined pin. Company drill usually follows, and the brisk, energetic exercises sends the blood coursing through the veins, making the girls feel alert and energetic for the work that follows. When this is finished the Guides go to their several corners, where the patrol leader gives out the notices for the day. Then the newer and younger Guides, who are not yet tenderfoot or second class, may pass knots, first aid, signalling or any of the required tests. The other girls are generally busy instructing those who are not yet prepared to pass anything. When everyone is ready, the tenderfoots and second class Guides are divided, the former to learn, perhaps, the history of the three saints who go to make up the Union Jack, while the others struggle with the art of judging heights and distances by the means of pencils or shadows, as the case may be. Soon come the games. These are many and exciting, and vary from relay races to human Morse and those based on the woodcraft signs. Here we will leave the Guides to join m a hearty sing-song, before dispersing to their several homes, after a busy eventful afternoon spent at " Guides. " Lorraine Ward, Form IVa. Kingfisher Patrol. Tlie C " up and tlio Colour ( " oinpany f 55l FORM UPPER VI Reading from lop to bolloni ' — isl row Florence Bell Margaret Murray Doreen Harvey-Jellie 2nd row Mary Hili Jean Peters Hazel Howard Evelyn Howard Celeste Belnap 3rd row Harriet Colby Anna Gleason Margaret Bain Marian Zealand 4th row Isabel Holland Kathryn Stanfield Doris Johnson Dorothy Ward Charlotte Hopper 5lh row Isabel Peterson Margaret Bell Margaret Cameron A Peep Into the Future J RUBBED my eyes and stared. Since my disillusionment at the age of seven, I had known that there were no fairies, but from whence came that quaint httle figure squatted before my fireplace? He was about the size of a well-grown cat, clad from the tip of his pointed cap down to his tiny feet m green, with a wide grin spread from ear to ear. The last of the leprechauns, truly. I gazed at him in bewilderment — I had just been dreaming of the old days at Trafalgar, and my mind refused to come back to the present. On a sudden, the leprechaun started up, and seized my hand. The lights went out — the glow of the fire died down, and all was still. Then a whisper came to my ear — " Behold your classmates, " and a sense of swift movement overcame me. Shall I tell you what I beheld that night, while I travelled with the leprechaun from Arabian sands to the gayest scenes of New York society? Fate unrolled her pages — once more the fairies stepped into the service of a mortal. Naturally you are curious to know what befell the pride of our class, Margaret Cameron. After her brilliant school career, she took up the intensive study of languages, and travelled ex- tensively. To better herself in Arabian, she volunteered to teach a party of Arabian children English. Under a blazing sky sat Margaret — before her, on a rug, twenty sons of that nomadic race w ere sitting cross-legged, chewing dates and laboriously repeating — " I am, thou art, he is. " Celeste Belnap, you may remember, always emphasized the fact that woman ' s place is in the home. True to her principles, we were not surprised to hear of her marriage. We would not forget Celeste, nor could we, for the society page is our informant of her doings. Kaye Stanfield took quite the opposite stand, and entered upon a political career. Kaye is now the serious rival of Miss Agnes MacPhail, and her blunt speeches have made many a member of the Opposition wince. Nor is Kaye the only member of our class who is in the public eye. Doreen Harvey-Jellie, — the impish spirit of the form, — went on the stage and is now a renowned interpreter of the roles of mischievous small boys. Her performance of " Tom Sawyer " set all New York by the ears. Isabel Peterson — the " Peter " of old days — likewise followed the lure of the footlights, and became famous as the " premiere danseuse " of the American stage. Her faithful Kaye being so engrossed m politics, Isabel takes Anna Gleason along as her secretary, and Anna is especially useful when " Peter " performs in Berlin or m Dresden. In a secluded village near Ottawa, I discovered Evelyn Howard. Not as a farmer or even as a nurse, for when I saw her she was surrounded by about twenty children of all ages and sizes, beseeching her for a " thiss " or a " tory " or a " tookie. " In short, Evelyn is the adored matron of an orphan asylum, and although orphans are not usually considered lucky, these most certainly are. We also consider lucky those girls who are under the care of Margaret Bam. Margaret trained for a nurse, and on her graduation sailed for China, where she is now head nurse in a large mission school. Moving to and fro m stiffly starched uniform, binding up cut fingers, bestowing on little yellow-skinned urchins doses of castor oil, drops of lodme, cough medicine and caresses, — she is the most popular member of the staff. Did you realize that our form at Traf. was the abode of a nimble-brained inventor? If not, you at least recall Margaret Murray ' s well-known craze for fresh air. No matter how low the temperature, Margaret announced that the air was bad, and up went the window. Urged on by this peculiarity, Margaret patented a new type of ventilator, and has presented Traf. with a complete set. Even in the world of business, the leprechaun pointed out some of my classmates. Hazel Howard, after two years as mag. advertising manager became so attached to the science of advertis- ing that she took it up as a career. It was her idea that the roofs should be painted with advertise- ments for the benefit of the air travelling public. Jean Peters, having grown accustomed to collecting quarters from the girls in her capacity of mag. treasurer, and also as mission representative, could not break the habit. She therefore took up insurance on the installment plan, and may be seen going her rounds each week, still gathering in the quarters. But the scene changed from the call of big business to the abodes of the fashionable in New York. Stopping before an entrancing shop in a secluded corner of Fifth Ave., note the sign dis- played — " Mile. Marianne Zealand — Modiste. " After some years ' study in Paris, Marian returned to America, and is now famous as a designer. The younger society folk of New York wear dainty 1581 A Peep Into the Future — Continued creations marked " Chez Marianne. " Sharing Marian ' s charming apartment, we find Florence Bell — interior decorator. When I beheld the diminutive Florence, she was seated on the top of an exceedingly high ladder, trying out futuristic designs upon the walls of a fat millionaire ' s dining room. Nor should we forget to mention our famous classmate, whose apartment was decorated by Florence, and whose gowns are the pride of Marian ' s establishment — Dorothy Ward. Dorothy devoted many years of patient study to her music, and is now a well-known concert pianist. In her spare time Dorothy, in accordance with her desire for finding the right word for Mile. Juge ' s French class, teaches synonyms to foreigners, who may be heard softly repeating ' ' accident — tragedy — disaster — calamity " — under her direction. Perhaps the most unusual has been the fate of Dons Johnson. Doris, when she left Traf . was so firmly attached to basketball that she could not be persuaded to give it up. Indeed, she travelled about giving exhibition games, and lecturing upon its merits. At last she came under the notice of the Japanese government, and was appointed coach to the Royal Family. She is succeeding in her work of making Japan a basketball country. Charlotte Hopper went m for tennis in much the same way, and has challenged the U.S. champion. Of Margaret Bell we know little, save that she became inspired with the desire for mountain climbing, and set out to conquer Mt. Everest. Perhaps it was m accordance with her desire of living alone, or else, as she says, her long daily journeys give her opportunity for thinking out mathe- matical problems. She has already formulated two new Geometrical theorems. Her botanist and big game hunter (when there is game to be found) is Isobel Holland. Isobel has become the most ardent botanist ever known, and will tramp miles to procure a new specimen. Harriet Colby hesitated between the school and the home — and chose the sc hool. She is now an authority on the English Drama, and her pupils testify to her ability as an actress. Her greatest peculiarity is a fondness for cleaning cupboards. Thus ran the tale told me by the leprechaun. Gifted we were all, and fame fell to our lot. Nor think it strange, for this is a prophecy whispered by the fairies, and fairies bring good luck wherever they go. I forgot to mention that Mary Hill went into intensive classical research, and wrote an ex- haustive treatise on the Gerund and Gerundive. _ O. Mary Hill, Form Upper VI. Quotations for Lower VI. Doris Robinson " With malice towards none, With charity for all. " Eleanor McBride " We call her ' Sunny, ' ' tis enough. " Alice Brown " A laugh is worth a thousand groans in any market. " Alice Gurd " True wit is nature to advantage dressed. What oft was thought, but ne ' er so well expressed. " Marian Hand " Absence makes the heart grow fonder. " Cornelia Hayes " The aim whether reached or not, makes great the life. " Muriel Hearn " When ignorance is bliss, ' tis folly to be wise. " Beryl Moore " A maiden of our century, yet most meek. " Kathlyn Stanley " Too busy with the crowded hour, to fear to live or die. " Blair Tatley " Procrastination is the thief of time. " Gertrude Wener " Gentle of heart, yet knowing well to rule. " Betty Wood " He that hath patience, may compass anything. " Florence Young " Modesty seldom resides in a breast that is not enriched with nobler virtues. " Doris Zinsstag " Her voice was like a hidden bird that sang. " I 59 I VI. The New Tennis Courts I 60]} Trafalgar Athletic Association Committee Hon. President Miss Gumming Hon. Adviser Miss Bryan Chairman .Miss Nicholl Captain Hazel Howard (Acting Captain) Secretary Blair Tatley Committee Members Carol Ross, Doris Johnson Gymnasium Officers Captains Lieutenants Form VI a. H. Howard M. Bain VIb. B. Tatley (Acting Captain) Va. Carol Ross Elizabeth Stanway " Vb. Eileen Mitchell Doris Lamb " IVa. Nancy Stocking Audrey Doble " IVb. Hope Laurie Lois Burpe " IIIa Cynthia Bazin Joan Archibald " IIIb. Barbara Tooke Audrey Shaw " Up. II Norma Roy Betty deBrisay " II Patricia Mitchell Catherine Mullen " Up. I Anna Thompson MiMi Languedoc " I Frances Brown Jehanne Languedoc I6il Basketball Officers Captains Vice-Captains Form VI A. Hazel Howard Blair Tatley (Acting Captain) Mar.iorie Harley Doris Lamb Jean Brodie Beatrice Brophey Theo Barclay Barbara Tooke Editha Wood Phyllis Mussell MiMi Languedoc Doreen Dann VIb. Va. Helen Ritchie Elizabeth Train Catherine Robinson Isobel Ewing Joan Archibald Betty Stewart Betty deBrisay Peggy Oliver Helen Shaw Jaqueline Mills Vb. " IVa. " IVb. IIIa. IIIb. " Up. II " II " Up. I The Gymnastic Competition The annual Gymnastic Competition, which always takes place at the end of the school year was won in the Upper School, in 1926, by Upper VI and in the Junior School by Form II Miss Cartwright and Miss Harvey were kind enough to judge the competition. This competition is held in order to keep the interest of the school awake after the Demon ' stration which is thought by most to end the gymnastic season. The shield, awarded to the best all-round captain in the school, was won by Nancy Stocking, captain of Form IIIa. Last June the final match of the Interform Doubles Tournament was played between Form Lower VI, represented by Marie Luther and Freda Pashley, and Form IIIa, represented by Nancy Stocking and Hope Laurie. With excellent play on both sides the match resulted in a victory foi Form 1 11 A. The final game of the Tennis Singles Tournament was also played off last June between Freda Pashley and Elizabeth Stanway. The match resulted in a victory for Freda Pashley, foi which she received a cup at the closing. This year, owing to the fact that two new tennis courts have been made, much enthusiasm has been shown by Juniors and Intermediates as well as Seniors; and this spring we have been more than fortunate in being able to have Miss Ruth Copeland to take full charge of the tennis. Under her tuition every girl has had a chance of learning how to play. We are hoping, perhaps next year, to be able to challenge Miss Edgar ' s School in tennis as well as basketball. This year the lower part of the garden was levelled and a court made for the Juniors to play croquet on. This has been enthusiastically received by all the lower forms. It is hoped that next year we will be able to play clock-golf on this same course. Tennis 1926-27 Croquet f 6a3 Badminton There have been more enthusiasts this year on the Badminton court. There has been a great increase in the number of day-girls who have enjoyed this game. Under the efficient direction of Miss Copeland some really good players have resulted and much is to be said for her training. Skating Owing to rather a mild winter our skating days were more or less numbered. Weather permitting, the rink was usually in good condition and well filled. The Third Forms had planned a skating party, but fate was against them and the ice melted on the chosen day. Our hockey has improved greatly during the winter, under the direction of Miss Copeland, and we are hoping by next year that we will be able to have enough hockey players to form a good team. The Demonstration ON FRIDAY evening, the eleventh of March, many parents gathered together m the Hall to witness the annual demonstration of gymnastics and dancing given by the girls of Trafalgar Institute. There was a rustling of programmes as each parent looked eagerly for the items in which her daughter was to take part, and a pleased and proud smile spread over their faces as they sighted her among the others. Each Form took part in a drill, and both Juniors and Seniors were smart and brisk, every girl trying hard to make her Form the best. The team races were quick and amusing. The Juniors had to run between clubs, and it was very hard to keep from knocking them over. The Middle Forms used basket-balls which they rolled between their legs, and the Seniors threw bean-bags from one girl to the other. Some of the apparatus work was very difficult but well done by all who took part m it. The first display was the balancing, which was slow and graceful; and the boom travelling, which went on at the same time, was neat. The audience seemed to appreciate the jumping with ropes, and applauded readily, especially when any great height was reached. The last item of apparatus work was rope-climbing and vaulting on the horse. The ropes were climbed in many different ways by Juniors and Seniors, and the Seniors did some very difficult exercises on the horse. There were several graceful and pretty dances scattered throughout the programme. Gypsies and Spaniards, English peasants, and lovely powdered ladies and lords of the court of Louis XIV, followed one another in quick succession and each was as bright and picturesque as the last. The performance closed with the Grand March, after which Dr. Donald gave us an appreciative address, and we all went home, a little tired, but quite pleased that the Demonstration had been a success. Celeste V. Belnap, Form Upper VI. f 63I Inter- Form Matches, 1927 (7 HE inter-form matches in the Senior School resulted m the Upper Fifth winning the cup. vl The final match was played between Upper Fifth and Upper Sixth; it was a good match and both teams played well. The cup was won won by Upper II, in the Junior School. This year Miss Edgar ' s and Miss Cramp ' s School, Weston School, the Study and Trafalgar, formed a Basket-ball League. Two games were played with each school. On November 19th the first match with Miss Edgar ' s and Miss Cramp ' s School was played. The game ended in a victory for Trafalgar, with the score 39-38. Our team was as follows: — Shooters — E. Stanv ay, B. Tatley. Centres — J. Lamb, C. Ross. Guards — M. Harley, D. Johnson. A match was played with the Study on November 27th. The final score resulted in favour of Trafalgar 96-12. The next match was played with Weston School at the Westmount Branch of the Y.M.C.A. The match resulted in favour of Trafalgar 40-28. A second match was played with Miss Edgar ' s and Miss Cramp ' s School at Trafalgar on February 12th. The resultant score was in Trafalgar ' s favour 65-37. Our team was as follows: — Shooters — E. Stanway, B. Tatley. Centres — C. Ross, D. Johnson. Guards — M. Harley, M. Dodds. The match with Weston School was played on February 29th at Trafalgar. The final score resulted in a victory for Trafalgar 57-24. The last league match was played with the Study, in the gymnasium of St. James the Apostle Church. The game resulted in a victory for Trafalgar. • f 64I Junior League Match A match was played with the Junior League of Montreal on February i6th at Trafalgar. This was an exciting game and the teams were well matched. Result score m favour of Trafalgar 56-34- Our team was as follows : — Shooters — E. Stanway, D. Ward. Centres — C. Ross, D. Johnson. Guards — M. Harley, M. Dodds. House and School Matches On October 14th, a match was played between the House and School. This proved a good game and the teams were evenly matched. The final score was in favour of the School JV ' ig. The return match was played on February loth. This game resulted in favour of the School with the score 34 ' 6. The final cup match played between Miss Edgar ' s School and Trafalgar, resulted m a victory for Miss Edgar ' s with a score of 38 to 29. Though, probably, neither as exciting or fast as some of the league matches it was interesting and well played. In the first part of the game the passing and jumping of both teams were excellent. Unfortunately for Trafalgar her team tired and the last part of the second half of the game lagged. The Trafalgar Team was as follows : — Shooters — E. Stanway, B. Tatley. Centres — D. Johnson, M. Lynch (F). Guards — M. Harley, M. Dodds. Spares — D. Ward, H. Howard. Girls awarded T.B.B.s this year were: B. Tatley, M. Dodds Team Criticism 1926-27 The Team — During the past four years Trafalgar has not had such a hard ' workmg team as our present one. Morning after morning the shooters have been untiring in their efforts to improve, and the whole team has worked unflaggingly and unselfishly throughout the year. We may well be proud of them. Doris Johnson — An excellent centre — Combines well and may always be relied upon. T.B.B. Carol Ross — Has worked with enthusiasm and vigour and is an excellent centre. T.B.B. Elizabeth Stanway — Plays a very good game and is an excellent shot. T.B.B. Blair Tatley — A reliable shot and a valuable and graceful player. T.B.B. Marjorie Harley — A very good guard, who combines well with the rest of the team. T.B.B. Margaret Dodds — Has made good progress during the year and should make a useful guard. T.B.B. Jean Lamb — As captain for part of the year Jean devoted herself ardently to her work; she was an excellent centre. T.B.B. f 66 1 Trafalgar Athletic Association Balance Sheet 1926-27 RECEIPTS By Balance May 1926 $82.97 1 Subscription 1.00 Sale of Stripes 1.00 201 Subscriptions Sept. 20 1 .00 Sale of Balls 3.00 S288.97 EXPENDITURES To Basketball expenses $ 60.25 Badminton expenses 12 . 50 Tennis expenses 95 . 25 Hockey expenses 3 . 05 Clock Golf expenses 11.00 Flowers for judges 5.00 Engraving 12.37 Badges and Stripes J . . . 25.20 Paint 7.58 Stop Watch 5.00 Xmas Gift Mme Durocher 2.25 Demonstration 2 . 79 Sundries 5.70 $247.94 Balance 41.03 i.97 167 1 Quotations for the House Seniors Marian Zealand Kathryn Stanfield Anna Gleason Isabel Peterson Harriet Colby Isobel Holland Pauline Mitchell Marjorie Harley Lilias Shepherd Annie Rowley Ellen Read Elizabeth Train Eileen Mitchell The House " Dressed in a little brief authority. " " I pray thee cease thy counsel Which falls into mine ears as profitless As water in a sieve. " " My voice shall sound as you do prompt mine ear. " " With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come. " " Or ever our lips could ask him, His hands the work had done. " " The clock upbraids me with the waste of time. " " You have waked me too soon, I must slumber again! ' " A horse! A horse! My kingdom for a horse! " " A touchy, testy, pleasant fellow. " " I am nothing if not critical. " " ' Tis death to me to be at enmity. " " His copious stories, oftentimes begun, End without audience and are never done. " " Grace was in all her steps. " " Though much is taken much abides. " 68 1 On Writing for the Magazine VERY year a peculiar form of spring fever takes possession of the House. The casual observer is met with strange questions such as — " How do you cook fish? " " How do you draw the legs on a horse? " " Did they have a poem on tennis last year? " And even worse. When the disease has properly seized the House nothing can properly check the epidemic. The number of feet in a line is waved aside as a mere detail, and anything so unimportant as the fact that twO ' thirds of the inhabitants are writing on the same subject is beneath consideration. I am speaking of the public m general, the mob as it were. But there are the elect who have corners, who consume vast quantities of pencils and paper and hint darkly at great results. The zeal of the former may die down swiftly, but it takes an entire summer to kill that of the latter. It is, however, most difficult to preserve a disinterested attitude. The light of literary frenzy begins to gleam in the observer ' s eye and she is soon as bad as the best of them. Why, even as this goes to the press, the author may be found tearing her hair and wildly seeking a rhyme for " demonstration. " Annie Rowley, Form Upper V. Riding If Mondays and Fridays the weather is clear. When three o ' clock strikes the horses come here; And we go for a ride On the old mountain side, With our hearts filled with pleasure and cheer. The air may be warm or a cold wind may blow. Our sight may be hampered by dust or by snow. But It troubles us not As we joyfully trot And our school we soon leave far below. We canter on wide roads, in two ' s and in three ' s, Or in pleasant pathways ' twixt great Maple trees; And in mounting a hill An occasional spill Only adds to the joy of all these. So Mondays and Fridays all ready we get. Providing we ' re good and the weather ' s not wet. Oh ! we ' re joyful indeed As we each mount our steed And all lessons and troubles forget. Marjorie Harley, Form Upper V. Cold Baths gVERY Trafalgar girl will testify to the statement that the taking of cold baths in the morning is a solemn rite. A well ' Conducted cold bath properly begins at night when the subject is discussed at the supper table. Some such conversation invariably takes place. " Jane? " " Yes, Anne. " " Will you take a cold bath tomorrow morning if I do? " " Well, I don ' t know; yes, I guess I will. " The next step of this ritual is the careful placing of wash-cloth, two towels, tooth brush and paste in a convenient position the night before. The following morning, the moment the rising-bell has rung, there is a creak (of bed springs), a squeal, and a triumphant exclamation — " I m up! " Then the victim snatches towel and wash cloth, and one may see a young person dash to the bath-room with the set expression of one who is determined to do or die. Silence reigns for three minutes. A splash. A gasp. Another splash. A thud. A gurgle. The young Amazon strides triumphantly down the dormitory beaming benignly on all mankind and exclaiming with a superior air, — " Really, there ' s nothing like taking a cold bath in the morning; you girls should try it! " The last scene of this little drama is laid at the breakfast table. Anne remarks with an an- noying self-righteous air — " I enjoyed my bath this morning, didn t you Jane? " " Yes, it was great! I just jumped right in. " " Oh! How can you? I put one foot in, then take it out and put the other one in — I kind of get used to it first, you see. " " That ' s funny, I find it much easier to get in all at on ce. " I ask you plainly, as girl to girl, do you blame anyone for foregoing this delightful pastime? Harriet Colby, Form Upper VI. The Lone Gold-fish Two little gold-fish were in the sun, One up and died and then there was one. One little gold-fish left in the bowl, Silently praying for t ' other one ' s soul. One little gold-fish had a sad fate, He didn ' t have enough, or too much he ate. One little gold-fish now has wings, He stayed up too late and ate too many things. These little gold-fish belong to Kaye, Soon the lone gold-fish will die any day. Barbara Glassco, Form IIIb. I70I Gym. Stockings Gym. stockings are very nice when new, But like other things, they get old too, Then when we want to sit and darn, We all forget and start to " yarn " We listen to tales both old and new. And as we listen our feet come through. Mary Train, Form Upper II. Startling Event in Athletic World AS TAKEN FROM THE AFRICAN GAZETTE w; E, OF the twentyfirst century, are proud of being witnesses of one of the greatest feats of human endurance, both physically and mentally. Galusha B. Wiggins, the heroic figure cheered by countless onlookers, drove twentyone paces in a horse and vehicle. Mr. G. B. Wiggins states that in looking over some ancient documents of the year 1927, he found a reference to driving a " horse and wagon. " Mr. Wiggins, however, was unable to find the definition of " wagon " , but he supposes that it is an attachment fastened to the animal. The horse that Mr. Wiggins drove is the last of its kind, and belongs to a species of horse called " cart ' horse " ; it is of a brown colouring and has four hoofs. The great event took place in London, a small country village, because Mrs. Wiggins said that she thought the rural surroundings would be more restful for her husband ' s nerves. The Hon. Mrs. Bush and her charming daughter Miss Lucy Bush, of Timbuctoo, arrived in a smart green rocket. Lady Leatherface of India, arrived on her husband ' s flying carpet. The village was crammed with ait ' craft, wings, rockets, carpets, and one antiquated couple arrived in an auto that could only do three hundred and seventy miles an hour. Mr. G. B. Wiggins arrived in his black and orange spotted ait ' craft from his summer residence in the North Pole. Cheered by the spectators, Mr. Wiggins clambered into the seat of the vehicle. The horse took one step forward and the cracking of Mr. Wiggins ' muscles was audible to the crowd, as he performed the almost superhuman feat of pulling the reins. Then Mr. Wiggins, wellnigh ex- hausted, panted " Giddyup " to the horse. The onlookers, nearly crazy with excitement, waved flags and handkerchiefs cheering lustily. Mrs. Wiggins, in a smart pair of striped wings, fainted at the sight of her husband mopping his brow. After the incredible distance of twentyone paces, the horse sank to the ground, exhausted. Mr. Wiggins had to be carried from his cramped position unconscious. Mr. Wiggins ' reward for his gallant feat is the Continent of America, which is near his summer residence, and a trifling gift of fifty million dollars. Mr. Wiggins said that he was going to turn North America into a farm for breeding horses and he said that he hoped in the course of a couple of centuries people would be able to drive a mile! LiLiAs Shepherd, Form Upper V. Going to the Dogs CURLY, with a worried look in his big brown eyes, and a wise nod of warning to his friend, said, " I tell you, Shag, old man, something has to be done. A dog ' s life is not what it used to be. We have degenerated from free intelligent canines to mere spoilt to ' s when we allow ourselves to be carried about and fondled. " Grandad Stubs told me of the wonderful times he used to have when he was a boy, and he said that our childhood is the happiest days of our life; but how can we, especially we males, enjoy ourselves when we are tied up in pink ribbons and given sweet things to eat, only fit for cats, in- stead of a good solid bone? " Then, instead of letting us run in the open, we are forced to attend afternoon tea parties and lie on cushions until commanded to descend from our silken perch and make fools of ourselves for the ladies. " Curly paused: then, well-pleased with Shag ' s nods and exclamations of agreement, he cleared his throat and continued his lengthy discourse with more force than ever. " Why, my dear Shag, it was only the other day that Mrs. Shortears told me that her mistress carried her over her arm as though she were a piece of rag, put her on a store counter and asked the girl if she had anything to match her dog in a choker. Imagine that! Why, poor Mrs. Shortears was so humiliated, Mr. Brownspots said, she did not touch her supper. " Mark m ' words, Shag, before Sirius has gone to his winter bed ten times, we ' ll be seen being wheeled along the streets in a wire cage. We ' ll be dressed in a yellow and green coat with a little handkerchief m its pocket; a pink bow will be tied around our necks; our hair will be per- manently waved and our noses powdered. A Little Germ No milk, no ice-cream, What does all this mean? The answer is, a little germ About which you soon will learn. Our hair falls out and our cheeks fall in, And if the truth were told we look like sm. The doctor comes and then tiptoes away But comes back to visit the very next day. But the ones who don ' t swallow this little germ Still have to be dealt with each in her turn; A little needle is stuck in our arms And oh! what a time to quell our alarms. Fainting, to bed we are carried with haste, While others scoff, which is very bad taste. O! with what sore arms we awake in the morn, And such consternation there is in the dorm. As you never have seen in the whole of this term, . And all on account of this one little germ. Anna Gleason, Form Upper VI The All-powerful Hand The rain came pouring down in sheets All kinds of traffic filled the streets. The hustling Ford came bumping by, The truck with boxes piled up high. The small respectable little car Whose painted sides were seen afar, And last the silent limousine Added its luxury to the scene. All these in numberless array Did fill the streets on one wet day. Where two streets meet, a figure stood Clothed in a rubber cape and hood. At times a whistle shrill, he blew And all that dreaded signal knew, Up moved his hand and each car stopped. Until his mighty arm he dropped. One wet pedestrian was the cause For all that long and tiresome pause; How proud and fearless is the man Who stops a limousine and van ! Cars snorted, jerked, and finally stalFd, While close behind the huge vans crawled. The ram on all in torrents poured. On limousine, van, truck and Ford. At last they all moved on ' tis true, But not to rank was that move due — ■ The man is king in his domain, Who stops the traffic in the rain. Marjorie Lynch, Form IVa f 73l Peter the Cat After the lights in the dorm, are out, After the bell has rung; There ' s someone who always comes prowling about, Someone whose praise is unsung. Who can it be but Peter the Cat Out for his midnight stroll. What is he after? I don ' t know that, Is it " Trotsky " asleep in his bowl? Maybe he ' s jealous of " Wilfred " or " Mac, " And wishes to fight a duel; What ever it is, with humped-up back. He glares with eyes so cruel. At length he springs: a shriek rings out That rends the midnight air — Kaye from the depth of her bed appears, And chases him down the stair ! IsoBEL Holland, Form Upper VI. I 74 3 Things We Would Like to See Kathryn Stanfield m a hurry. Marian Zealand without an " important " announcement. Anna Gleason looking untidy. Annie Rowley in a guide uniform. Marjone Harley without a tennis list. Eileen Mitchell getting up when the bell rings. Barbara MacKay with a mannish walk. Anne Byers brushing her teeth without her kimona on. Rosamond Perry without Theo. Theo Barclay without Rosamond. Jane Trix in a temper. Rachel Murchison forgetting to say " I ' m sorry. " Betty Turner doing a butterfly dance. Mary Cross without a bad mark. Jane Trix, Form Upper II. Theo Barclay, Form IIIa. Tests Exams are hard as they can be, And they seem worthless pests, But things that always worry me. Are short and easy tests! We cram our heads the night before. And work with greatest zest. We read until our eyes are sore. All for a little test! We try to get a good, high mark. And find our mem ' ries press ' d; We have no time for play or lark. Because of little tests! And when at last we go to bed. Oh, how we long for rest ! But there it is right in our head. The thought of the coming test. Then we dance around if our marks are high, And sob if they ' re not the best. All this trouble, sadness, and sigh, Over a little test! Josephine Harvey, Form IIIa. f 75l Biscuits (With apologies to J. Shirley) The biscuits which we eat each day, Are shadows, not substantial things, For they do melt and fade away, And nothing but the memory clings; Thick biscuits! Long biscuits! E ' en those with icing one inch high. All seem as nought to a boarder ' s eye. Pauline Mitchell, Form Upper V. Trafalgar House Athletic Association CT HE annual meeting of the Trafalgar House Athletic Association was held on the 29th of v_x September, 1926. The following committee was elected for i926 ' i927. Honorary Adviser Miss Gumming Chairman Miss Nicholl Captain Marjorie Harley Vice ' Captain Kathryn Stanfield Secretary-Treasurer Frances Dockrill (after Jan. 20th) Marian Zealand [Isabel Peterson Convenors t Marian Zealand Basketball There have been three matches played between the House and the School this year. The first match was played on October 4th and ended in a victory for the School, the score being 37-29. The House team was as follows: — Shooters — Frances Dockrill, Elizabeth Train Centres — Eileen Mitchell, Pauline Mitchell Guards — Margaret Johnson, Marjorie Harley I 76 I The second match, which also resulted in a victory for the day girls, was played on February 17th, the score being 39-24. The House team was as follows: — Shooters — Theo Barclay, Evelyn Boughton Centres — Eileen Mitchell, Pauline Mitchell Guards — Jane Trix, Marjorie Harley The final match was played on May 17th. This was won by the school, the score being ig ' i ' ]. The House team was as follows: — Shooters — Theo Barclay, Evelyn Boughton Centres — Pauline Mitchell, Marjorie Lynch Guards — Kathryn Stanfield, Jane Trix Tennis Owing to the late Fall and the early Spring a great deal of tennis has been played this year. A tennis tournament was begun in the Fall and was finished in the Spring. The finals were played between Eileen Mitchell and Marjorie Lynch. The players were very evenly matched but Eileen finally succeeded in defeating Marjorie and winning the cup. The House tennis tournament for 1925-1926 was won by Elizabeth Stanway. Stripes On Wednesday, November loth. House stripes were awarded to the six girls whom the committee considered to have shown the best spirit in all games. They were: — MARJORIE HARLEY ELIZABETH TRAIN KATHRYN STANFIELD MARGARET JOHNSON FRANCES DOCKRILL BETTY JORDAN On March 2nd, stripes were awarded to — ISABEL PETERSON JANE TRIX PAULINE MITCHELL MARY TRAIN EILEEN MITCHELL THEO BARCLAY Merit Badges An election was held on March 3rd, 1926, for the House badges, which are awarded annually to the three girls who have shown the best spirit and ability in the House games. The badges were awarded to: — DORIS JOHNSON JEAN MacALISTER MARJORIE HARLEY f 77I The Wandering Jew ONE rainy Saturday, the twenty-fifth of September, some of the boarders had a very pleasant surprise, when eight of us put up our umbrellas and went to see " The Wandering Jew. " We followed the story of Mathias as portrayed by Matheson Lang, from the day of the Crucifixion to the fifteenth century, with the keenest interest. Mr. Lang in turn, took the parts of a poor man of Jerusalem, a wealthy Italian merchant, a Crusader and lastly a learned doctor, as the scene shifted from Jerusalem to Italy and from Syria to Spain. The play is the story of the wanderings of Mathias from place to place, haunted by ill-fortune and praying for death. At length he receives his boon and he dies horribly but happily at the hands of the Spanish Inquisition. The whole story was beautifully acted and we hope to be able to see Mr. Lang again in some of his varied and excellent roles. The Hart House String Quartette The city of Montreal has been unusually fortunate this winter, in having the Hart House String Quartette from Toronto, play three times. The large audiences which greeted the musicians showed them that their art was much appreciated. We of Trafalgar, who were privileged to hear them on the thirtieth of November, heartily enjoyed their delightful music. On Thursday evening, February the third, a few of the boarders went to the Rit -Carlton to hear the second concert given by the Hart House String Quartette this season. It consisted of two violins, a violincello, and a ' cello. Their music was greatly enjoyed by the audience; this was shown by their eager attention and their hearty applause after each number. Pablo Cassals On February the twenty-fourth, a few of the boarders went to a concert given by Pablo Cassals at His Majesty ' s Theatre. We all enjoyed his music thoroughly and consider it a very great privilege to have heard the man who is said to be the greatest ' cellist in the world. Max Panteleiff A party of about twelve girls, arrayed in " simple whites " left the house, on the evening of April the twenty-first, to hear Max Panteleiff, the Russian singer. The programme consisted of a symphony prelude by Olga Lieber and Vlandermir Elgart, selections by the Windsor Trio, and songs in both English and Russian. On the whole, we en- joyed the Russian songs the best, the favourites being " Melisande " and " In Questa Tombo Oscur. " I 78 I The Mendelssohn Choir of Montreal On Monday evening, April the twenty-fifth, a few of the girls had the pleasure of attending a concert under the auspices of the Mendelssohn Choir of Montreal. The intention of the concert was to celebrate, musically, the Diamond Jubliee of Confedera ' tion. The programme was composed of songs taken from all the nations which have combined to make the Dominion of Canada. Among the songs were compositions written by Canadians, EngHsh, Scotch, Irish and Welsh. Mr. Charles Marchand sang most of the French ' Canadian ones, and the whole choir joined in the choruses. One of the most outstanding songs of the evening was " The Death Croon, " which was sung by the whole choir. Two others that were greatly enjoyed were, " C.P.R. Westbound, " and " C.P.R. Eastbound. " These two poems were written by the Indian poetess Pauline Johnson. The music was dedicated to E. W. Beatty, Esq., K.C., President of the Canadian Pacific Railway, and Honorary President of the Choir. The closing number was an eight part song, " How Sweet The Moonlight. " This piece was entrancing, and when we all stood to sing " God Save The King, " we could still hear the music sounding in our ears. We all trooped home, gay and happy, but wishing that it was not over. Montreal Elgar Choir On Tuesday evening, April the twenty-sixth, we had the pleasure of hearing the orchestra of the Montreal Elgar Choir, under the direction of Mr. B. E. Chadwick. Mr. Tudor Davies, whose splendid tenor voice is well known, ably assisted. His rendering of " Recondita Armonia " from " Tosca " was especially appreciated. Dr. Charles G. D. Roberts On the twenty-sixth of October, Dr. Roberts gave a lecture at St. James ' Hall, which a few of us were fortunately able to attend. Canon Shatford introduced the speaker by testifying, as one of his pupils, to his ability to make English Literature the most interesting subject of the year. Dr. Roberts replied by saying that the period of his school life which he had enjoyed most was the time he spent in a girls ' school. He went on to say that his experiences as a boy in the New Brunswick woods had furnished the material for his many works on wood-life, and amused his audience by recounting a few of these. The best part of his lecture was wisely kept till the end, when he read us some of his own poems. After he had read only too few of these, he closed his lecture by a short comment on Canadian Literature. In this he expressed his agreement with the belief of some of the highest authorities, that is, that Canada will hold a prominent position in the Literary world of the future. The Guide Concert FOR some time it has been recognized as an established fact that the Girl Guide movement should be a very vital factor in the education of every Canadian girl. This conviction was forcibly brought home to the Guide enthusiasts who had the pleasure of watching the excellent entertain- ment given by the 4th, 18th and 14th companies in the Victoria Hall, Westmount, on the eve- ning of February the eleventh. The audience was greeted by a stirring song entitled " Be Prepared " . This was followed by a series of exercises done with great precision and spirit. The next item on the programme was the representation of A. A. Milne ' s poem " Mr. Edward Bear. " Doreen Harvey-Jellie sat at the front of the stage and recited the poem while Barbara Tooke and Margaret Cameron acted the parts of Mr. Edward Bear and His Majesty the King of France. The audience was much impressed by the expression of the reciter as well as by the action of the play. When the curtain rose, the scene was laid in a toy shop, the dolls came to life and danced gracefully, while the costumes added much to the gaiety of the scene. I79I A play followed entitled " The Maker of Dreams. " This plainly showed that the girls had worked strenuously. Here again, clear enunciation played an important part in the success of the number. Then came a striking contrast, for Indians were seen crouching around a camp fire. In a moment that scene was replaced by one which roused the audience to hearty applause. The stage was filled with Girl Guides in uniform seated around a campfire much like the one just deserted by the Indians. At the suggestion of a leader, several songs were sung concluding with " Taps. ' ' Financially, this concert proved to be a success, for seven hundred and forty dollars were cleared, and this money was used for the different Girl Guide Camps. Even more remarkable, however, was the large number of people impressed by this remarkable display. Suzanne Lenglen HE twenty-third of October is a never ' tO ' bcforgotten day among the boarders. It was a day we long looked forward to and when it finally arrived, with what eagerness we set out to see Suzanne. Though nearly all the boarders were there we felt lost in the crowds which filled the Forum. Suzanne ' s playing quite surpassed even the expectations of those who had long admired her. During her display, the qualities we noticed most were her grace, her quickness and the extreme ease with which she played. Our sorrow at finding the performance was over was somewhat lessened by our eagerness to get a racquet in our hand and try some of her strokes. ' We were very much surprised however, when, after getting on our toes and kicking our left leg high in the air, we found that the ball had gone whizzing by. The Lower Sixth Form Masquerade iN FRIDAY evening, October 30th, the Lower Sixth Form entertained the Upper Sixth and Boarders at the most enjoyable masquerade that has been given for some time. The spirits of Hallowe ' en seemed to have invaded the Assembly Hall, and transformed it into a room which could scarcely be recognized. Orange and black decorations were suspended from the gallery, and also hung around the walls. At the sides of the room, small tables were placed, which lent a very attractive atmosphere. When we had all arrived, the lights were put out, and the curtains across the platform which had greatly aroused our curiosity were drawn apart. What a sight we beheld! Five ancient witches were seen in the background, crooning over a boiling pot; and on the front of the stage other spirits were dancing about, all murmuring: — " Rattle, battle and woe " " Rattle, battle and wooe-o-o, " and again later, " Boil, boil, toil and trouble " " Fire burn and cauldron bubble. " The faint glimmer from the pumpkins supplied the necessary ghostly effect, and a tremor ran through our inmost bones. After the play was finished, dancing began. What a variety of colours and costumes was seen ! A Sailor — Joan of Arc — Pierrot — Pierrette — Eastern Maid — Grass — and sheikhs from the desert muffled in blankets. Then supper was served by the Lower Sixth, at the tables; and afterwards, at the mention of the Grand March, there was a hurried smoothing into place of costumes, which had become a little bedraggled during the course of the evening. We walked in two ' s, each couple marching around the hall, and stopping at the platform, made our bow to the Staff. The prize was won by two demure-looking Quaker Maids. The party now broke up, and the merry-makers started regretfully towards home. Soon the hall was emptied, and the pumpkins were the last witnesses of the recent entertainment. |8ol McGill OF THE Trafalgar girls who went up last Spring, the following obtained their full matriculation into McGill: — Jean Macalister, Elizabeth Tooke, Gertrude Nieghorn, Hazel Ahern, Phyllis Dobbin, Isabel Elliott, Joan Chillas and Eileen Fosbery. We wish to congratulate Jean Macalister on winning both the Trafalgar and the R.V.C., Scholarships. First year: Jean Macalister, Elisabeth Tooke, Beatrice Howell, Eileen Fosbery, Phyllis Dobbin, Gertrude Nieghorn (Music). Second year: Gwen Roberts, Marjory Doble, Norah Sullivan, Ruth Whitley, Eileen Peters, Ernestine Ellis, Eunice Meekison, Jane Howard, Constance Murray. Third year: Beatrice Carter, Marion Ross, Olive Scobell, Frances Prissick. Partials: Alice Gilmore, Isabella SommerviUe, Betty Mudge. Helen Drummond is graduating this Spring from the School of Physical Education. Jean Worden has completed her third year in her work for the degree of B.H.S. Mrs. Otto Maass (Carol Robertson) has continued her post ' graduate work in Science, and Winnifred Kydd is assistant in the department of Sociology. Fourth year: As we go to press the news appears of the success of the graduating Old Girls : — Marguerite Benny 1 tt ■ c i - u a xj- 4. cj- uo u — Honours in English and History. Edith Cochrane • ' J Elsa Sommer — Honours in Modern Languages. Glenn Cameron — Honours in Sociology. Ruth Murray Ip gg Degree Alice MackinnonJ Alice Bissett — M.A. Beatrice Carter and Edith Cochrane were successful in winning the Doubles in the Annual Tennis Tournament at R.V.C. Marion Ross was this winter a member of the Women ' s Intercollegiate Debating Team, and spoke in Montreal against the Queen ' s representatives. Jane Howard won a Second Year Scholarship. Girl Guides Helen Ogilvie is a District Captain. Mrs. Henry Hague (Margaret Young) is Badge Secretary. Aileen Ross, Laura Robertson, Jean Worden, Helen Drummond, Beatrice Carter, and Jane Howard are Guiders in city conipanies. Sarah Starke and Aileen Ross are Tawny Owls. Vivian Jenkins has been training for officership. Ruth Starr is an officer in New Brunswick. Teaching Muriel Bedford-Jones has completed the Teachers ' Course at Varsity, Toronto. Alice Bissett has been teaching history in Miss Gascoigne ' s school, " The Study. " Gerda Holman and Alice Roy have continued their gymnastic work at Havergal and at Queen ' s University respectively. Elise Dunton has had a position at the Mount Royal School. Dorothy Russel is gym. instructress at Connaught School. Nora CoUyer has continued her art work at Trafalgar. Phyllis Jamieson has taught music during a second winter. Helen MacGregor has continued her work in the Mount Royal Business College. Nursing The following girls have continued their training in the several Montreal hospitals: Gladys Small, Margaret Dixon, Frances Ellis, Annie Johnson, Muriel Clift and Ruth Miller. Junior League A great number of Trafalgar Old Girls have become members of the Junior League — Its President, Margaret Mackenzie, senior, is among these. Others are as follows: Eileen Anderson, Marion Baile, Eleanor and Muriel Bazin, Mary Beard, Eleanor and Mary Bishop, Kathleen Buchanan, Muriel Carsley, Athol Carter, Peggy Cleghorn, Eleanor and Margaret Cowans, Mrs. Crocker (Amy Read), Dons Daniels, Helen Drummond, Marjorie Ellis, Louisa Fair, Mrs. Ferrebee (Roba Dunton), Patsey Fisher, Mrs. Flanagan (Elizabeth Baile), Violet Gillett, Margot Grindley, Gwen Harrison, Helen Hunter, Jean and Phyllis Jamieson, Mrs. Lindsay (Dorothy Macphail), Margaret Mackenzie, Mrs. Currie (Louisa Napier), Helen Ogilvie, Isabel Oliver, Betty and Margaret Robert ' son, Aileen and Phyllis Ross, Grace Rowley, Mrs. Drummond (Elizabeth Sise), Betty Stroud, Mrs. Sutherland (Harriet Birks), Kathleen Taylor, Ruth and Frances Walker, Betty Wardwell, Barbara Wilson, Mrs. Hague (Margaret Young), Katherine Falconer, Agnes Hill, Marjorie Hulme, Winnifred Kydd, Betty Mudge, Christine Slessor, Frances Newman, Marie Luther and Catherine Nichol. General Notes Jean Jamieson, Betty Robertson, Heather Hargrave, Marjorie Ellis, Jean Lamb and Helen Shaw have been taking a business course at the Motherhouse convent this winter. Margaret Robertson has a position in the Bursar ' s Office, McGill University. Esther England has been studying at the O ' Sullivan Business College. Eileen Anderson and Violet Gillett are running a little shop, the " Juno Doro. " Eileen Russel is assistant secretary of the Central School Board. Elizabeth Miller has a secretarial position with the Milton Hersey Co. Louisa Fair is taking the library course at McGill. Kathleen Perrin and Vernon Ross are in the cataloguing department of the Redpath Library. Muriel Millard has completed her first year at the University of British Columbia. Margaret Archibald is studying music and French m Pans; Carolyn Smith and Marguerite Sumner are also at school in Paris. Sylvia Frmk has completed her second year at Dalhousie University. Barbara d ' Arcy is travelling in England at present. Joan ChiUas has been studying at the Ecole des Beaux Arts this winter; Hazel Ahern and Eleanor Bishop have been doing art work under Mr. Barnes. Janet Smart has been specialising in music and French this winter. Isobel Oliver is the manager of the " Isabel-Nora " shop. May Fluhmann has been working towards her teacher ' s diploma m music. She has been studying the piano and " cello in Quebec. Isabel Elliott has completed her first year at Queen ' s University. Althea Frith has been doing secretarial work in the McGill Graduate School of Nurses. Eleanor Bazm is a technician m the General Hospital; Peggy Bruce and Mary Beard have been doing research work in the same connection. Kathleen Anderson has been abroad this winter. Laura Robertson has a position with the Shedden Forwarding Company. Everold Farrar is at home in British Guiana. ) Jean Robertson is working in The Royal Trust Co. Rowena Cotton has continued in her study of the organ. Adrience Kilgour, Kathleen Hogle, Helen Renouf, Cleugh Maclntyre and Eileen WhiUans are all members of the staff of the Sun Life Insurance Co. Leslie Fuller has been studying modelling and drawing at the Grand Central Art League, New York. Elinor Fuller has taken up short story writing and newspaper work at Columbia University. Marjorie Hulme has been doing social service work in the city this winter. Viola McAvity is taking a business course in Saint John, New Brunswick. Katherme Falconer graduated last spring from Smith College, North Hampton, Mass. She has been making a specialty of music during the winter. Jean Falconer is graduating this year from Smith College. Dorothy Howell has just sailed for Switzerland, where she will spend the summer. Eleanor Beard is head dietitian m Our Lady of Victory Hospital, Lackawanna, New York. Frances DockriU is at school m Rhode Island. Audrey Lamb is doing secretarial work in the Jaegar Wool Co. Lois Birks has just returned from a winter at Westheath School, Surrey, England. Marjory Mackmnon, after a term at McGill, has gone abroad. Joan Kenyon has a business post m Pomte Claire. Charlotte MacGregor has been studying English and History this winter privately. Janie Spier has been doing secretarial work in the Pathological Institute, McGiU University. Mrs. Gordon Anderson (Margaret Taylor) has returned to live in Montreal. Some of Trafalgar ' s Grandchildren To Mrs. S. G. Abraham (Dorothy Nedbury), a son. To Mrs. Dudley Rider (Olive Baillie), a daughter. To Mrs. Cyril Flanagan (Elizabeth Baile), a son. To Mrs. John Pangman (Hilda McLaughHn), a daughter. To Mrs. Douglas Armour (Margaret Murray), a son. To Mrs. Harwood McKim (Anita Warden), a son. To Mrs. Walter Windeyer (Lois Taylor), a daughter. To Doreen McAvity (Mrs. Anglin), a daughter. To Dorothy Ross (Mrs. Fairweather), a son. Marriages MARY BISHOP ELIZABETH SISE MARGARET YOUNG FRIEDA OSKIN JULIA PARKER RHONA SHAW KATHRYN WURTELE DOROTHY READ BEATRICE CAVERHILL LOUISA NAPIER WINNIFRED McGOUN KATHLEEN MASSON RUTH BROOKS RUTH BAR WICK GWYNETH CRAIG DONALD BAILE PAUL DRUMMOND HENRY HAGUE HAROLD WEBB EDWARD ECHLIN C. F. RICHARDSON WEBSTER KIRKPATRICK ERIC A. GUSHING REGINALD GEARY GEORGE CURRIE MORDEN LAYTON LONG WILLIAM DUHAN JOHN FARTHINGHAM EDWARD LORIMER LESLIE HARRISON Jean Hunter. Obituary Effie Baker. Don ' t Neglect Your Music During the Summer! Pianos and all kinds of instruments at summer prices for the country home ■Limited 550-552 St. Catherine Street West Corner cf Stanley Steinway Duo-Art, Mason £f Hamlin, Mason Kisch, Brambach and Layton Bros. Pianos. Orthophonic Viclrolas and Victor Records. Palhex Automatic Motion Picture Outfits. Radios. 84 I I n.c.p. What ' s the difterence between a canoe and a Scotchman? Canoes tip ! The Village Idiot: " Here, these boots ye selt me dinna fit. " Tne Bootmaker: " I ' m no surprised. Ye ' ve got them on the wrang feet! " The Village Idiot : " Well, they ' re the only feet I ' ve got aren ' t they? " A Scotchman who died in France left his money to the mother of an unknown soldier. Lady in a crowded street ' car (to little boy who was sniffling): " Little boy, have you got a handkerchief? " Little Boy: " Yes, but I don ' t lend them. " A little boy was saying his go-to-bed prayers in a very low voice. " I can ' t hear you, dear, " said his mother. " Wasn ' t talking to you, " said the small one firmly. " Don ' t you want to buy a bicycle to ride around your farm on? " asked the hardware clerk as he was wrapping up the nails. " They ' re cheap now. I can let you have a first ' class one for $35.00. ' ' " I ' d rather put $35.00 in a cow, " replied the farmer. " But think, " persisted the clerk, " how foolish you ' d look riding around town on a cow. " " Oh, I don ' t know, " said the farmer stroking his chin; " no more foolish, I guess, than I would milkin a bicycle. " Mistress: " What is a leprechaun? " Pupil: " A person who has leprosy. " Bride (consulting cook ' book): " Oh, my, that cake is burning and I can ' t take it out for five minutes yet. " Heard in the Garden. " No! don ' t ask Miss Copeland, she ' s only our external gym. teacher while Miss Nicholl is our internal one. " I 85 I Address Directory Miss Gumming, Trafalgar Institute, Montreal. Miss Blair, 6 Lincoln Ave., Montreal. Miss Bowen, 6 Lincoln Ave., Montreal. Miss Brady, 451 Sherbrooke St., W., Montreal. Miss Brock, 451 Sherbrooke St. W., Montreal. Miss Bryan, Trafalgar Institute, Montreal. Miss Collyer, 4029 Dorchester St., Westmount. Miss Cousins, 4924 Sherbrooke St., Westmount. Miss Cox, Apt. i, 1250 St. Matthew St., Montreal. Mlle Germain, Trafalgar Institute, Montreal. Miss Hague, 772 Dorchester St. West, Montreal. Miss Hicks, Trafalgar Institute, Montreal. Mlle Henri, 105 Closse St., Montreal, Apt. 47. Mlle Juge, Trafalgar Institute, Montreal. Miss Lawson, Trafalgar Institute, Montreal. Miss Lewis, 1508 St. Matthew St., Montreal. Miss McPherson, 24 Fenwick St., Montreal. Miss Nicholl, Trafalgar Institute, Montreal. Miss Pearson, 1250 St. Matthew St., Montreal. Miss Randall, Trafalgar Institute, Montreal. Miss Swales, Trafalgar Institute, Montreal. Miss Sym, 531 Claremont Ave., Montreal. OGILVIE FLOUR MILLS CO. STAFF LIMITED 186} School Directory A Anderson, Margaret, io8 Ellice St., Beauharnois, P.Q. Atkinson, May, 72 56th Ave., Lachine. Archibald, Griselda, 52 The Boulevard, Westmount. Archibald, Joan, 52 The Boulevard, Westmount. Archibald, Nancy, 52 The Boulevard, Westmount. Ayer, Carol, 532 Clarke Ave., Westmount. B Bain, Margaret, 54 Windsor Ave., Westmount. Baird, Cecil, iio Westmount Boulevard, Westmount. Ballantyne, Lois, 330 Addington Ave., N.D.G. Bann, Joan, 346 Landsdowne Ave., Westmount. Barclay, Theo, 927 Tupper St., Montreal. Bazin, Cynthia, 4064 Dorchester St., Westmount. Bell, Florence, 4489 Sherbrooke St. W., Westmount. Bell, Margaret, 4489 Sherbrooke St. W. Westmount. Belnap, Celeste, 558 Roslyn Ave., Westmount. Beswick, Wenonah, 483 Strathcona Ave., Westmount. Blaylock, Helen, Trail, British Columbia. BoLLES, Jeanne, 20 Selkirk Ave., Westmount. Bonner, Elaine, 353 Roslyn Ave., Westmount. BouGHTON, Evelyn, 5 Front St., EddyviUe, Hull, P.Q. Bremner, Clare, 235 St. Catherine Rd., Outremont. Brennan, Millicent, 3492 Peel St., Montreal. DE Brisay, Betty, 105 Grand Boulevard, N.D.G. Brodie, Janet, 120 Grey Ave., N.D.G. Brodie, Jean, 118 St. Joseph St., Dorval. Brophey, Beatrice, 151 Grey Ave., N.D.G. Brown, Alice. 536 Argyle Ave., Westmount. Brown, Frances, 115 Crescent St., Montreal. Bruce, Jocelyn, 18 Aberdeen Ave., Westmount. Bryant, Evelyn, 475 Wiseman Ave., Westmount. BuRPE, Lois, 699 Grosvenor Ave., Westmount. Burrows, Olivia, 136 Grey Ave., N.D.G. Butler, Betty, 658 Belgium Ave., Westmount. Byers, Anne, 1810 Queen Mary Rd., Hampstead. C Calder, Jean, 210 Westmount Boulevard, Westmount. Cameron, Elizabeth, 37 Vendome Ave., N.D.G. Cameron, Catharine, 37 Vendome Ave., N.D.G. Cameron, Janet, 25 Grey Ave., N.D.G. Cameron, Margaret, 55 Trafalgar Ave., Westmount. Carter, Betty, 10 Trafalgar Place, Cote des Neiges. Colby, Harriet, 560 Pine Ave., Montreal. Coristine, Dorothy, 10 Grey Ave., N.D.G. Cox, LiLiAS, 270 Bishop St., Montreal. Creathan, Margaret, 195 Mance St., Montreal. Cross, Mary, Three Rivers, P.Q. Chapman, Peggy, 4412 St. Catherine St. W., Apt. 11, I87I D Dann, Doreen, 6i Trafalgar Ave., Montreal. Darling, Jean, 1444 St. Matthew St., Montreal. Davies, Gwynneth, 80 St. Mark St., Montreal. DoBLE, Audrey, 102 Westmount Boulevard, Westmount. DoDDS, Gratia, 148 Cote St. Antoine Road West, Montreal. DoDDS, Margaret, Apt. C, The Chateau, Sherbrooke St., Montreal. Douglas, Betty, .726 Sherbrooke St. West, Montreal. DowLER, Dorothy, 215 Prudhomme St., Apt 11, N.D.G. Dryden, Marjorie, 243 Kensington Ave., Westmount. DuRANT, Phyllis, 3,9 The Grosvenor Apts., 756 Sherbrooke St. West, Montreal. Durley, Mary, 78 The Boulevard, Westmount. E Earle, Mary, 172 Edgehill Rd., Westmount. Ekers, Dawn, 265 Bishop St., Montreal. Ekers, Marion, 265 Bishop St., Montreal. Elliott, Elizabeth, Prescott, Ont. Ellis, Audrey, 58 Westmount Boulevard, Westmount. Evans, Marjorie, 4643 Sherbrooke St., Westmount. Ewing, Isobel, 329 Addington Ave., Westmount. F Fairie, Eloise, 239 Mountain St., Montreal. Field, Dorothy, 1033 Richmond St., London, Ont. FosBERY, Lois, 84 Grand Boulevard, Westmount. FosBERY, Sylvia, 84 Grand Boulevard, Westmount. Foster, Hope, 51 Kelvin Ave., Outremont. Eraser, Helen, 624 Carlton Ave., Westmount. 1 Frazee, Joyce, 25 Bellevue Ave., Westmount. Frazee, Margaret, 25 Bellevue Ave., Westmount. Frith, Barbara, 413 Argyle Ave., Westmount. G Glassco, Barbara, 74 Carlton Ave., Hamilton, Ont. Gleason, Anna, 10 Mountain St., Granby, Que. Gordon, Mary, Wallaceburg, Ont. Grafton, Audrey, 491 Mt. Pleasant Ave., Westmount. Grant, Catherine, 16 Chelsea Place, Montreal. Grant, Mary Louise, 16 Chelsea Place, Montreal. Gre etham, Doris, 763 Upper Landsdowne Ave., Westmount. Griffin, Florence, 47 Dorval Ave., Dorval, P.Q. GuRD, Alice, 1480 Mackay St., Montreal. H Hand, Marian, 1 Douglas Ave., Westmount. Harley, Marjorie, 316 West 94th St., N.Y.C. Harvey ' Jellie, Doreen, 483 Elm Ave., Westmount. Harvey, Josephine, 997 Dorchester St. West, Westmount. Harvey, Jean, 63 Cote St. Antoine Rd., Westmount. Hayes, Cornelia, 35 Beloeil Ave., Outremont. Hayden, Barbara, 1197 Cote St. Antoine Rd., Westmount. Hayden, Dorothy, 1197 Cote St. Antoine Rd., Westmount. Hearn, Muriel, 623 Victoria Ave., Westmount. Henry, Joan, 146 Crescent St., Montreal. Heward, Marguerite, 978 Tupper St., Montreal. Hill, Margaret, 261 Clifton Ave., N.D.G. I 88 I Hill, Marianne, 1445 Mackay St., Montreal. Hill, Mary, 4901 Lasalle Boulevard, Verdun. Hodges, Patricia, 332 Notre Dame de Grace Ave., Montreal. Holland, Isobel, Maniwaki, Que. Hopper, Charlotte, 295 Monkland Ave., N.D.G. Howard, Alma, 372 Mountai n St., Montreal. Howard, Evelyn, 3,72 Mountain St., Montreal. Howard, Hazel, 372 Mountain St., Montreal. Howard, Lee, 257 Strathearn Ave., Westmount. Hurry, Betty, 4874 Westmount Ave., Westmount. J Jaques, Bella, 26 Summerhill Ave., Montreal. Jaques, Edith, 26 Sum.merhill Ave., Montreal. Johnson, Doris, 686 Sherbrooke St. West, Montreal. Johnson, Margaret, 686 Sherbrooke St. West, Montreal. Jordan, Betty, 144 Douglas Ave., Saint John, N.B. K Kennedy, Elizabeth, 4026 Tupper St., Montreal. L Laidley, Ruth, 5040 Park Ave., Montreal. Lamb, Doris, 455 Mackay St., Montreal. Lane, Eleanor, ii Park Side Place, Cote des Neiges Rd., Montreal. Langford, Eleanor, 827 Victoria Ave., Westmount. Languedoc, Jehanne, 4 MacGregor St., Montreal. Languedoc, Mimi, 4 MacGregor St., Montreal. Larminie, Greta, ii Springfield Ave., Westmount. Laughton, Elizabeth, 996 Dorchester St. West, Westmount. Laurie, Hope, 653 Victoria Ave., Westmount. Leach, Aubrey, 424 Marcil Ave. Lynch, Marjorie, 505 Victoria Ave., Westmount. M Mackaye, Barbara, Apt. 47, The Linton, Montreal. Malcolm, Mary, 295 Querbes Ave., Outremont. Marriot, Helen, 440 Mt. Stephen Ave., Westmount. Massey, Ruth, 2 Tower Ave., Westmount. McEwEN, Margaret, 604 Carlton Ave., Westmount. McMaster, Evelyn, 251 Kensington Ave., Westmount. McBride, Allison, 638 Roslyn Ave., Westmount. McBride, Eleanor, 638 Roslyn Ave., Westmount. McKee, Joyce, 408 Metcalfe Ave., Westmount. McGoun, Jean, 4 Burton Ave., Westmount. Merrylees, Norma, Grosvenor Apts., 756 Sherbrooke St. West. Miller, Marjorie, Acadia, Apt. 72, Montreal. Mills, Jacqueline, Apt. 12, 331 Clarke Ave., Westmount. Miner, Betty, 660 Sherbrooke St. West, Montreal. Miner, Norah, 660 Sherbrooke St. West, Montreal. Mitchell, Eileen, Melbourne, P.Q. Mitchell, Patricia, Melbourne, P.Q. Mitchell, Pauline, Melbourne, P.Q. MoNCEL, Marguerite, 47 Rosemount Ave., Westmount. I89I Moore, Beryl, St. Chrysostome, Que. MoRRissEY, Phyllis, 4195 Avenue Rd., Westmount. MovvAT, Lorraine, 646 Carlton Ave., Westmount. Mullen, Catherine, 1459 Crescent St., Montreal. MuRCHisoN, Rachel, Kneyne 1762 Belgorano, Buenos Aires. Murray ' , Margaret, 51 Belvedere Rd., Westmount. MussELL, Constance, t6 Trafalgar Ave., Westmount. Mussell, Phyllis, 16 Trafalgar Ave., Westmount. O Oliver, Peggy, 86 Linton Apts., Montreal. P Peck, Barbara, 428 Clarke Ave., Westmount. Penniston, Phyllis, 4449 LaSalle Rd., Lower Lachine Rd., P.Q. Penniston, Ruth, 4449 LaSalle Rd., Lower Lachine Rd., P.Q. Perry, Rosamond, Chambly Canton, P.Q. Peters, Jean, 216 Bishop St., Montreal. Peterson, Isabel, 303 Saskatchewan Crescent, Saskatoon, Sask. PoRTEOus, Janet, 8 Holton Ave., Westmount. Putnam, Kathleen, 270 Grey Ave., N.D.G. R Racine, Marguerite, 205 Edgehill Rd., Westmount. Read, Ellen, Joliette, Que. Reeves, Ruth, 686 Roslyn Ave., Westmount. Renouf, Ethel, 524 Victoria Ave., Westmount. Ritchie, Edith, 571 University St., Apt. 30, Montreal. Ritchie, Helen, 68 Aberdeen Ave., Westmount. Robbins, Lillian, 574 Durocher St., Outremont. Robinson, Catherine, 1459 Crescent St., Montreal. Robinson, Doris, 629 Belgium Ave., Westmount. Robitaille, Betty, i Rosemont Ave., Westmount. Ross, Carol, 206 Percival Ave., Montreal West. Rowley, Annie, Lake Edward, P.Q. Roy, Helen, 35 De Serres Ave., Cartierville. Roy, Norma, 35 De Serres Ave., Cartierville. S Saunderson, Violet, 14 Melbourne Ave., Westmount. Seely, Margot, 14 Seaforth Ave., Montreal. Seely, Ruth, 14 Seaforth Ave., Montreal. Seidensticker, Katherine, 109 Sunnyside Ave., Westmount. ScRiMGER, Jean, Si Redpath Crescent, Montreal. Severs, Muriel, 726 Upper Landsdowne Ave., Westmount. Shaw, Audrey, 205 St. Catherine Road, Outremont. Shaw, Betty, 205 St. Catherine Road, Outremont. Shaw, Helen, 205 St. Catherine Road, Outremont. Sheppard, Bernice, 81 Notre Dame de Grace Rd. Shepherd, Lilias, 105 St. Luke St., Montreal. Shorey, Doris, 99 Lake Shore Rd., Dorval. Simpson, Ruth, 1258 Metcalfe St., Montreal. Slessor, Lorraine, 628 Belgium Ave., Westmount. Stadler, Bertha, 4334 Westmount Ave., Westmount. I90I Stanfield, Kathryn, Truro, Nova Scotia. Stanley, Kathleen, 392 Harvard Ave., N.D.G. St. nley, Lenore, 392 Harvard Ave., N.D.G. Stanw.ay, Elizabeth, 637 Belmont Ave., Westmount. Stead, Pamela, 984 Comte St., Montreal. Stevenson, Anna, 162 West 54th St., New York City. Stevenson, Evelyn, 162 West 54th St., New York City. Stewart, Betty, 149 Drummond St., Montreal. Stewart, Margaret, 842 Grosvenor Ave., Westmount. Stewart, Vivian, 149 Drummond St., Montreal. Stocking, Nancy, 4038 Dorchester St., West. Strachan, Mary, 641 Belmont Ave., Westmount. Sullivan, Sheilagh, 70 Cedar Ave., Montreal. T Tatley, Blair, 45 Durocher St., Montreal. Taylor, Brenda, 224 Grey Ave., N.D.G. Taylor, Je. n, 599 Roslyn Ave., Westmount. Thompson, Anna, 47 St. Mark St., Montreal. Thompson, Phyllis, 129 Pacific Ave., Pointe Claire. Tooke, Barbara, 1484 Mountain St., Montreal. TooKE, Gretchen, 1484 Mountain St., Montreal. Tooke, Marjorie, 1484 Mountain St., Montreal. TooKE, Katherine, 1484 Mountain St., Montreal. Train, Elizabeth, i i i i Bull St., Savannah, Ga. Train, Mary, i i ii Bull St., Savannah, Ga. Trix, Jane, 152 West 57th St., New York City. Trow, Betty, 645 Belmont Ave., Westmount. Turner, Betty, 107 Park Ave., Quebec. Tyre, Jean, 719 Upper Belmont Ave., Westmount. Tirbutt, Barbara, The Drummond Apts., 149 Drummond St., Montreal. U Usher, Kathleen, 481 Oxford Ave., N.D.G. V Vaughan, Betty, 91 The Boulevard, Westmount. W Walker, Vivian, 50 Belvidere Rd., Westmount. Ward, Dorothy, 112 Arlington Ave., Westmount. Ward, Lorraine, 112 Arlington Ave., Westmount. Ward, Sally, 112 Arlington Ave., Westmount. Wener, Gertrude, 91c The Chateau Apts., Montreal. Williamson, Betty, 357 Melville Ave., Westmount. Wilson, Marian, 643 Grosvenor Ave., Westmount. Whitley, Phyllis, 672 Belmont Ave., Westmount. Wood, Betty, 4485 Sherbrooke St. West., Westmount Wood, Dorothy, 135 Crescent St., Montreal. Wood, Kathryn, 201 Westmount Boulevard, Westmount. Wood, Editha, 45 Royal Ave., N.D.G. Y Young, Florence, 15 Aberdeen Ave., Westmount. Z Zealand, Marian, 280 Park St., Hamilton, Ont. Zinsstag, Doris, 4346 Westmount Ave. I9X I 92 A U T O G A P H S OUTREMONT DAIRY R. LEITH Pure Fresh Certified Milk delivered daily before breakfast Choice Table and Whipping Cream a Specialty 9 pagnuelo avenue outri :mont Phone ATIantic 0085 " Say it with Flower s " THE MOST ACCEPTABLE OF ALL METHODS OF EXPRESSING one ' s SENTIMENTS (j[We appreciate your orders whether large 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 FLORISTS Corner St. Catherine and Guy Streets Ouircmonl Branch 232 Laurier Ave. W. I 93 Booksellers an Stationers | WE CARRY A COMPLETE 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 Booksellers to Trafalgar Institute Foster Brown Co LIMITED 474 St. Catherine Street West Phone UPtown IJ41 WONDER BREAD M A D E TO ORDER FOR MONTREAL W 0 M E N A New Loaf A New Size A New Texture at the old price AIRD ' S WONDER BAKERY Northern Bakeries Limited THE t wAiniNE snaps 1 ORIENTAL GIFTS I ' fi Beautifully Hand Em- 1 I ji ' J I broide red Linens, Tea Sets, iSl I I Bridge Sets, Tray Cloths, uLJ Lingerie, Laces, Cloisonne Tj Brassware and other U Novelties from India China Japan MONTREAL 788 St. Catherine St. W. 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Quick service and reasonable charge. Phone us to send ! EAST 5000 2142 BEAUDRY ST., MONTREAL Branch Receiving Depots: 199 and 710 St. Catherine East 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 J7P7 Note — Launderers to Trafalgar Institute for Over Twenty-Five Years WHOLESALE RETAIL Established 1S70 A. Dionne, Son Co. Importers of HIGH GRADE FOOD PRODUCTS Ileadquarlers for Battle Creek Sanitarium Foods Corner Drummond and St. Catherine Streets MONTREAL TELEPHONES: MAIN 973—6523 Alfred Richard (Successor to Joseph Richard) BUTCHER Mr. Richard has constantly on hand Fresh and Salt Beef, Salt Tongue and Veal Orders delivered to any part oj city without extra charge STALLS 19-21-23 BonsecoLirs Market TELEPHONES MA in 6908 - 6909 - 6910 - 3747 - 3748 - 3749 C. J. Hodgson 5? Co. Members Montreal Stock Exchange 407-8-9 TRANSP(3RTATI0N BUILDING Quality House MONTREAL ANYBODY can go to Henderson ' s. Any ' L body, but not anything! The store seems to be shut to everything which is common and dull and mean. Behind the plate glass windows is a garden full of flow ' ers, but without weeds. (][ And this makes Henderson ' s the Store of Stores in Montreal — in Canada itself — for quality seekers. Especially when you con- sider further that Henderson ' s is always merciful to moderate means. FIXE FURS MILLIHERT BLOUSES SWEATERS LINGERIE GLOVES HOSIERY MEXS HATS TOP-COATS MEKS WEAR ohn Henderson 6? Co. Quality House St. Catherine Street at Stanley CANADA ' S LARGEST CHAIN OF LADIES ' WEAR STORES M isses ' Dresses of Imported Jersey For every smart out- door occasion. Ideal for sports wear. In a wide range of misses ' sizes in the season ' s newest colors and styles. Made and sold ex- clusively by us and unequalled for value anywhere. IS- " " to »19™ Waiailids St. Catherine at Stanley St. Catherine — St. James Church Building (Compliments of The Atlantic Sugar Refining Co. Limited Mathewson s Sons Importers of Teas, Coffees, Dried Fruits and General GROCERIES TRADE MARK SONS Established 1S34 202 AIcGill Street, Montreal Address Mail P.O. Box 1570 KING ' S HALL BUILDING 587 St. Catherine St. West Phones Uptown og-iogg Ley McAllan limited FLORISTS 558 St. Catherine Street West MONTREAL Studio ' ' Temple of Tcrpsichorean Art Endorsed by RUTH ST. DENIS and TED SHAWN Mary Beetles, Secretary I S h e f 1 e r ' s Dance JVilh the Compliments of HODGSON, SUMNER CO., LIMITED Adontreal Ogilvie Bros Limited SANITARY and HEATING ENGINEERS He at in g Specialists 2087 Bleury Street Montreal Fo7 Every Occasion Christie ' s Biscuits The Standard of Quality since 1853 Always Acceptable Jewels of Quality HOWARD H. PATCH MOUMT ROTAt HOTEL BUILDING PBEL STREET , MONTREAL Smart Luggage If you ' re headed somewhere out of tow n for the Holidays, you ' ll want 3 ' our companions to be such smart luggage as this. Durable luggage of every description, from a compact hat box to a -oluminous trunk that one could almost live in, all modestly priced. Hat Box and Suit Case to Match V- A c n $4.98 Black enamel duck, leather bound, cretonne lined, with large pocket. Steamer Wardrobe Trunks Dress and Steamer Trunks Fitted Cases Leather Writing Cases . . . $20.00 to $65.00 10.00 to 25.00 4.98 to 39.00 3.50 to 7.50 fluiAs. A.OGILV VS " S Francis Hankin and Company Limited 598-604 UNION AVENUE MONTREAL, Que. 386 KING STREET WEST TORONTO, Ont. Representing Worthington Pump and Machinery Corporation Also Manufacturers 0 Water Filtration Equipment, Water Soften- ing Equipment, Red Water Correction Equipment (Rustclean) and Sterilizing Equipment (K. y H. Oxenator) C OAL TVe recommend Genuine Welsh Anthracite Coal for Domestic Use Before placing your order for your next winter ' s coal supply we suggest your making enquiry regarding our high grade " C. I. BIG VEIN " WELSH ANTHRACITE Analysis made by Milton Hersey Company Aloisture - - - Fixed Carbon - 89.58% Volatile Matter - 7.62% Ash - - - - 1.69% Sulphur - - - 0.70% B.T.U ' s - - - 15.038% We can also serve you with American Anthracite and other Grades of fuel C J C-KD Farquhar Robertson LIMITED 214 Notre Dame Street West MAin 4610 Qompliments of The Royal Bank of Canada SIR HERBERT S. HOLT, Presidoit E. L. PEASE C. E. NEILL Vice-President General Manager jj Branches in Montreal Fine Irish Linens GEO. A. SHAW REG D Store No. 17. UPtown 1252 Mount Ro -al Hotel Direct Importers for over 20 Years OUR SPECIALTIES Ladies ' and Gent. ' s Handkerchiefs Trousseaux — a wonderful selection Luncheon and Bridge Sets Table Cloths and Napkins Sheets and Pillow Cases Bath Towels, Bath Sheets, Bath Mats Linen Towels — all sizes and qualities Bedspreads and English Blankets Our prices are the lo: cest ivhen quality is considered H e invite yon to -inspect our stocks REMEMBER OUR ADDRESS when in need of linens R.N. Taylors? Co. Limited OPTICIANS Phone Uptown JQOO 522 St. Catherine Street West MONTREAL GALES for good SHOES Geo. G. Gales Co. 564 St. Catherine St. West Established 1S36 The Northern Assurance Company Limited of Aberdeen and London FIRE — AUTOMOBILE CASUALTY— SURETY Assets exceed $111,000,000 Chief Office for Canada Northern Building, i6 St. John Street MONTREAL A. HURRY, Manager FRUITS AND VEGETABLES L. LEIBOVITZ, Proprietor Quality Fruit Store If qualit} " and reasonable prices count, you will find this the right store to deal with 839 St. Catherine Street West U P T O V N 7 1 )e wish to announce THAT ALL OUR MILK IS FROM TUBER- CULIN TESTED COWS . . Jouhert Limit ' ee Telephone BEl at f 4.4.82 Butter, Eggs, Bacon, Sausages Cheese, Lard, Jam, Honey WE DELIVER TO YOUR HOME AND GUARANTEE THAT THE QUALITY IS THE VERY BEST OBTAINABLE Phone YORK 620, and our salesman will gladly call on you It is a pleasure for us to state (and a recommendation to yoii) that we supply Trafalgar Institute Wildgrove Limited ' 67 coibome street Announcing a New Feature in COOK ' S ANNUAL SUMMER CRUISE AROUND THE MEDITERRANEAN AND TO EUROPE BY SPECIALLY CHARTERED S.S. " CALIFORNIA " OF THE ) CUNARD AND ANCHOR LINES From NEW YORK June 30th; back to NEW YORK September 1st, 1927 The itinerary includes MADEIRA, SPAIN, GREECE, CONSTANTINOPLE, the HOLY LAND, EGYPT, NAPLES, ROME, MONACO, PARIS, LONDON, returning to New York via Havre, Southampton This — Our Sixth Annual Summer Cruise — presents a new and attractive feature in the form of Overland Tours — during the cruise — to Italy, Switzerland, the Rhine, France and England, rejoining the " CALIFORNIA " at Havre or Southampton. MAKE YOUR RESERVATIONS EARLY! THOS. COOK 6? SON 526 St. Catherine Street West, Montreal NOTMAN AL KERS of PICTORIAL PORTRAITS William Notman Son .LIMITED PHOTOGRAPHERS New Studio: 225-227 Peel Street Montreal Phones UPtown 1887 - 1888 Qompliments of ROBINSON CO. COHPECTIOHERS 821 St. Catherine Street West Montreal Frcderic H. Blair CANADIAN ACADEMY OF MUSIC LESSOH.S IH PIAHOFORTE PLATIHG, VOCAL-COACH FOR REPERTOIRE AKD IHTERPRETAriOH 745 St. Catherine Street West Room II Phone UPtown 3542, John Fair J. Alex. Cameron H. S. Hunter Dakers Cameron Fair Cameron T otaries 2 Place d ' Armes Montreal FANCY CAKES a specialty A. F. RiDDELL, C.A. James Hutchison, C.A. A. C. Stead, C.A. J. Maxtone Graham, C.A. John Paterson, C.A. H. D. Clapperton, C.A. RIDDELL, STEAD, GRAHAM i HUTCHISON C+J C hartered Accountants 460 St. Francois Xavier Street MONTREAL ) And at TORONTO " AXCOU ' ER HAMILTON WINNIPEG CALGARY LONDON, ENGLAND EDINBURGH, SCOTLAND NEW YORK OUR PHONE UP. 2123 ()V TELEPHONE— that is what you had your telephone put there for — • " to u.se. " You phone us, icll us your toilet needs and dru wants, we will deliver pronij)tly. That is what we are here for MILNE ' S Tharmacy 704 St. Catherine Street West in the Keefer Btnlding No. ] Diitnbwaitey Machine Darling Electric Dumbwaiters These Dumbwaiters can be supplied for capacities ranging from 75 to 500 lbs. at suitable speeds. We specialize in Dumb- waiters for Public Institutions, Residences, Schools and Hospitals. DARLING BROTHERS Limited MONTREAL SONIA SURPASS SHOES for WOMEN FOOTWEAR that reflects every new mode, and to match every smart costume. Their reputation for authoritative style and long service gives the exclusive Surpass Models an enviable prestige among women who consider correct foot dress. SURPASS SHOE COMPANY 505 St. Catherine St. West MONTREAL School Photographs St. Catherine Street Near McGill College Ave. Huntly IVard T)avis ARCHITECT 42 Belmont Street Montreal PHONE UPTOWN 1056 Keith C. Vittie PRESCRIPTION DRUGGIST Prescriptions Sick Room Supplies Toilet Articles, Etc. 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