Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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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

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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]}

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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.