Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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For Millinery, Blouses and Sweaters, Quality House is Montreal ' s Fashion Salon. There is a refreshing newness, a subtle dif- ference and sophisticated chic that stamps every hat and garment on sight " Henderson ' s " and " Quality House. " John Henderson Co. Furriers Since 1834 Quality House, Montreal Qompliments of The Royal Bank of Canada SMARTNESS Meted Out to " The Young Set " Nowadays Fashion pays as much attention to the sub-deb as to older mortals! . . . Possibly you have noticed that at smartest gathering places, at school con- certs and commencements when you exclaim, " What a lovely fM ' i dress! " the proud owner usually makes reply: " Yes, I bought it at EATON ' S. " For there are many very exclusive frocks, coats, hats and the like waiting to gather in your admira- tion in this big store. Snb-Deb Frocks — Third Floor Store Hours 9 a.m. to 5.30 p.m. Telephone UPtow n 7000 r. EATON C?,M,T.o OF MONTREAL Editorial Literary Lectures Juniors School Chronicle ' Girl Guides Sports Basketball House Music and Drama ' Library Fund Old Girls ' Activities Jokes ' - ' Address Directory ' Autographs •- Contents Page i6 17 ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' 38 40 ' ' ' . ' ' ' ' 5o ' ' 53 f ' 68 71 76 86 88 93 93 95 - ' ' ' 102 JUNE 1928 Trafalgar VOLUME II MAGAZINE STAFF Editor Helen Ritchie Suh-Editor Marjorie Miller Secretary Pauline Mitchell Treasurer Margaret Dodds EXECUTIVE COMMITTEE Advertising Managers Athletic Representative Art Representative Fifth Form Representative Adviser to Magazine Staff MAGAZINE REPRESENTATIVES i Elizabeth Stanway [ Eleanor McBride Carol Ross LiLiAs Shepherd Marjorie Lynch Miss Bryan Lower VI. Upper V. Lower V. IVa. IVb. Connie Mussell Marjorie Lynch Maida Truax Janet Cameron Ethel Renouf IIIa. • Jane Trix IIIb. Elizabeth Kennedy Upper II. Catherine Mullen II. Margaret Cannell PREFECTS Helen Ritchie Marjorie Miller Pauline Mitchell Eleanor McBride Elizabeth Stanway Margaret Dodds FORM OFFICERS Form President Vice ' President Upper VI. Helen Ritchie Pauline Mitchell Lower VI. Eileen Mitchell Katharine Tooke Upper V. Hope Laurie Marjorie Lynch Lower V. Mary Griffin Maida Truax IVa. Alma Howard Sallie Ward IVb. Nora Miner Barbara Tooke IIIa. Jane Trix Editha Wood IIIb. Barbara Haydon Elizabeth Kennedy Upper II. Joan Henry Margaret Anderson II. Audrey Grafton Margaret Cannell K NOTHER year gone by! but not just another year. We have worked hard, played hard, frowned? — perhaps — smiled — of course ! And now it is our turn to look back over an event- ful past and consider it. Whether it has been successful, or not, does not depend entirely on achievement but rather upon the spirit in which the work was undertaken. It is the duty and the honour of the Sixth Form to uphold " Trafs " standards. But is that all? No! " Traf " has taught us a great deal and it is our privilege to repay her, at least partially by a full measure of loyalty and eifort. As the time draws near when we too must join the line of candidates writing for McGill, thoughts of this are uppermost in our minds. As " Trafites " we must keep up the good work of other years — we shall do our utmost and give our best. We can truthfully say that our basket ' ball team has been successful. In spite of the fact they lost their valuable captain they have shown a fine spirit of loyalty and co ' operation. Every team can win well, but the test is in the way they lose. We are proud to say that Trafalgar ' s team have proved themselves sports in the true sense of the word. It has been our aim as Sixth Formers to leave something of ourselves behind us. We hope that we have added to the spirit of Trafalgar and are " gone but not forgotten. " Still we have often thought that we would like to leave something tangible as well — and now the opportunity seems to have presented itself. Trafalgar has long needed a Hbrary. At present there is no build ' ing for one ; but when that comes we will need to have a subscription with which to buy the neces- sary books, and we would like to think that the Sixth of 27-28 started it, before they went away. And now before we leave we wish to thank all those who have helped with this magazine and especially the members of the Committee without whose untiring assistance we would never have been able to publish it. Good-bye, dear old Traf — and Good Luck! Reflections on Reading Rupert Brooke ' s Essay on the Rockies " The maples and birch conceal no dryads and Pan has never been heard among these reed ' beds. Look as long as you like upon a cataract of the New World, you shall not see a white arm in the foam. A godless place. And the dead do not return. There walk, as yet, no ghosts of lovers in Canadian lanes. " — The Roc ies, Rupert Brooke. CTy ' UCH as we admire Rupert Brooke ' s sympathetic and beautiful description of our Canadian scenery, we feel that he misunderstood us when he made the foregoing statement about our spiritual emptiness. In spite of all statements to the contrary Canada has ghosts — or at least she is making them. No country has ever been presented with a complete set of ghosts and traditions at its foundation, nor would any country desire them. Canada has to make her ghosts and she has not had a long time in which to do it. Give us time, you elder Nations ! What do we want with imported fairies? We have our own spirits, a somewhat meagre collection it is true, but they are ours and we have hopes for the future. When considering our ghosts you must not expect leprechauns, dryads, fairies, or even a Robin Goodfellow. Our pioneers left their ghosts at home and the Indian spirits are far from gentle, so Canada is a new spirit land and tickets for it are not to be purchased at Cook ' s with your steamer reservations, but are given to all who come open-eyed and willing to understand. The oldest spirits are found in the woods. Canadian woods are not park ' like places. Put away all thought of green glades, crystal pools and Pan ' sheltering birch trees. Picture instead a forest untouched by fire or axes, when the sapling grows out of the dead tree ' s trunk. Gossamer fairies would be lost in a forest that stretches unbroken from Labrador to Hudson ' s Bay. There are Indian spirits; the loup garou howls and the Windigo leaves his mile-wide snowshoe tracks in the snow. And there are ghosts. On a spring night you will hear a canoe grinding on the gravel— yet there is no one there. Over there, by the cascade glimmering in the moonlight, can ' t you see a slim brown form? A phantom girl is waiting for her ghostly lover. Down there, along the pine- bordered trail, see those shuffling figures! A ghost tribe is moving camp in the Happy Hunting Grounds. f 17I I myself have seen these wood-haunting ghosts. A young moon, black waters, a strip of sandy beach, the scene is set and one by one the actors come on. An ancient learned owl flew by with a soft swish of wings disturbing in his flight two little timid deer coming down to drink. Their eyes seemed to be watching, eyes which did not belong to the deer. There was a strange feeling that perhaps another world was overlapping ours. For a few minutes the spell lasted; then it was broken. So much for our woods. If there is a place that may he termed godless, it is the plains. " They are new. They have no ghosts. " say the wise. But there are spirits there. The seeing eye still sees the Hudson ' s Bay Company ' s sleighs pull out for the new settlements of Winnipeg and Regina. Listen to the drivers ' cries, " Mush! you huskies, mush! " And the phantom train gets underway. There is the old block ' house where the Indians went to and fro, where they danced on the arrival of newcomers and where many a man saved his last shot for himself. Is it really altogether ghost ' less? In the east in the Province of Quebec, there is a more courtly atmosphere. Here the first settlers brought the splendour of the Bourbon Court with them, for they were no peasants but the proudest of French aristocracy. They played and intrigued in the Intendant ' s palace as they did at Versailles. They were a merry crew! Ladies clad in imported gowns danced the newest steps in log cabins. It was an odd mingling of new and old, and Quebec still bears some trace of 1 hem Their houses still stand there; and I swear I have seen a lady pause before a faded mirror or a satin, clad gentleman observing the weather from one of the deep windows. Surely in the streets of Quebec you may meet a gentle laughing ghost or a swashbuckling duelling one! Most of this atmosphere is gone, but some of it lingers with us still. The Habitants cling to the past and a French-Canadian farm of to-day is much the same as it was a hundred years ago. To get the spirit of the old regime you must go to midnight mass on Christmas eve in a little country church. You walk to church over snowy roads and the people beside you seem to belong to another century. Their talk is of the business of pioneers. The roads that must be made, the trail across the lake that must be marked out, who will be breaking land in the spring, all these things the men talk of in their gruff, friendly voices. The church is decorated with pine boughs and candles, for the children have been busy helping " Monsieur le cure. " Here too you can still keep the illusion of antiquity. The carols have been sung for centuries, the priests ' robes may have a history attached to them, and if you are on the borders of civili2,ation there will be a stolid blanket wrapped Indian woman in the background. But the Indians, the West, the French — none of these would have been anything without the spirit behind them all — that is Canada. This is no cold aloof spirit. It sings with the men on the river as the logs go spinning down, it camps with the traveller under the northern lights while the wolves howl on the hill top beyond; it is the spirit that inspires us all — youth and Canada. We are not godless! Do men die gladly for a godless country? Surely some spirit fills the woods and fields they gave their blood for! No man cares for the thing of bricks and mortar that is his house or city, it is the Lares and Penates that count. So perhaps our spirits are strong enough to draw back the ghosts of the dead from foreign dust. How they will come! See that flock of wild geese crossing the sea. Our dead have returned to us, the dear home-haunting ghosts! Annie Rowley, Form Upper VI. The Wind The wild west wind blew loud and strong And whistled shrilly all night long; The pine trees listened to his song, The wild wind. The wild west wind blew fierce and loud And, as he passed, the saplings bowed; But the mighty pine stood stiff and proud Against the wind. The wild wind blew and then he spied Dark clouds overhead; the wild wind cried Triumphantly, but the pine trees sighed, " O cruel wind! " The wild wind blew, the clouds drew near, He filled the smaller pines with fear, And through the trees he seemed to jeer, The mocking wind ! The wild wind blew, the lightning flashed; The rain poured down, the thunder clashed; The mighty pine, uprooted, crashed. O cruel wind ! Sallie Ward, Form IVa. Puck Hidden in the heather, Golden and yellow, Hidden where the bees hum All day I lie; Sometimes whistling gently, Sometimes laughing softly, Sometimes stealing honey From bees that hurry by. Singing with the owlets, Hauntmg and eerie, ' Neath the winter ' moonlight All night I crouch ; Wishing I was visible. Wishing I was beautiful. Wishing I was changeable, Like my snowy couch. Never will be satisfied. Such is my nature, Always wishing dullness When the world is bright; Thinking of last summer. Thinking of the heather, Thinking of the drone of bees. When the world is white. Margaret Hill, Form IVa. Turkey and the Turks URKEY! — delicate perfumes, rare spices, soft rugs, come to mind. Every one who visits this empire of the east, sees its majesty, beauty and wealth; few understand its customs and people. Perhaps they would Hke to, but prejudices are stronger — and so they pass on. For, what have Turks been for centuries? Barbarians, filthy contemptible creatures! Yet Turkey has more to offer than we may think. What of its famous cities? Constantinople, her harbour fringed with marble palaces and mosques — a bewildering panorama - — Queen of the East! But Constantinople is not Turkish. Stand on the famous Galata bridge which crosses the Golden Horn — there you will see two cease ' less currents of humanity that sweep past each other from the rising to the setting of the sun, exhibiting a variety of costumes, races and complexions, such as no other city in the world can present. At intervals on either side of this thorough ' fare are human beings, orien ' tal scarecrows, the inevitable beggar. With outstretched hands and sunken eyes they implore in silence — the language of , distress. Before them sweeps a perfect masquerade of nations. A Jew with long yellow coat and black curls; a Damascus camel driver; a florid-faced English merchant; a group of Persians bed ' izened with cheap jewelry; a tatooed Nubian from the Upper Nile; a Chinaman with his queue, and a noisy " personally conducted " party of tourists. In the dirty cobbled streets still another strange variety of inhabitant is found — Constantinople has long been famed as an immense kennel. It lodges every type of dog, but it speciali2;es in a certain breed — those with long sharp noses and yellow fur, half ' wolf, half fox. Not one of these canines has a master or a name, yet they are respected. Why should they not be? They never molest men, and, what is more important, are the sole scavengers of the city. But though their streets may be dirty, the Turks themselves are personally clean. Where the ancient Greek would erect a statue, and the modern Christian a crucifix, the Moslem constructs a fountain — for water is the most essential thing in his life. He is entirely dependent upon water for drinking purposes, for the Koran forbids all intoxicants. Moreover, five times a day before Moslems pray, they must wash at least their hands. The Mosque of Santa Sophia, where they worship, is the most imposing and largest in the world. Though the Turks have surrounded it with minarets, it was originally a Christian Church, built long before the birth of Mohammed. As you enter, its immensity is overpowering. Two hundred feet above arches the dome, so distant and so vast that it seems a portion of the sky. The marble floor is covered with soft Turkish rugs and mats of fresh rushes, on which feet fall noise ' lessly. The Turk always removes his shoes before he enters a mosque and visitors have to wear slippers of rough matting. The latter are large and rather difficult to keep on; but it is most ridiculous and annoying to see a tourist gayly hopping about on one foot looking in vain for a lost slipper, while grou]is of faithful Moslems are kneeling in prayer, their faces turned toward the sacred Mecca. The wealth of Santa Sophia was once fabulous. Its chalice-cloths were embroid ' ered willi pearls; its altars encrusted with jewels; its crucifixes carved of purest gold, and its doors f ol of amber and ivory. Many of these have disappeared, but its galleries still rest on beautiful columns of jasper and alabaster, which in turn support arches covered with golden mosaics. In 1453, the Turks captured Constantinople. Then, according to legend, amidst the blare of trumpets, the groans of dying men and the shrieks of captured women and children, on the threshold of Santa Sophia appeared Mohammed II. A strange silence followed, then rising in his stirrups and smiting one of the columns with his blood-stained hand, he dedicated the Christian temple to Moslem faith. To-day, high up upon a pillar is the bloody imprint of a hand. Is it Mohammed ' s? To tourists the Turks say " y s " ; to themselves " no. " But if the buildings above ground seem imposing, almost more so are the subterranean struc - tures — the gigantic cisterns in which was stored the water brought over stately aqueducts, built on tiers of massive arches. Lighted by torches, these shadowy ma2;es of columns, through which cool water flows, present a scene weirdly fascinating. From one of these reservoirs a passage down to the sea has been found. This once was frequently used as a means of escape by the Sultan ' s son, when he had incurred the wrath of his father. Constantinople, with its mosques, palaces and historic background, is intensely interesting, exceedingly cosmopolitan. But on the shores of the blue Mediterranean, half-encircled by pine- clad snow-tipped mountains, lies Smyrna, the nucleus of Asiatic trade — typically Turkish. In the background rises Mount Pagus upon whose summit lie the ruins of an ancient fortress, built by the Romans centuries ago. Under its shadow stretches the modern city — that is to say modern for Turkey. Smyrna too has had a past, but it relies more on its future — a great blessing, for consequently, it is almost entirely devoid of troublesome tourists. There are four distinct routes to Constantinople, only one to Smyrna — the sea — for railroads are practically unknown. A journey by water is far pleasanter than one by rail; however, in this particular instance there is a serious drawback. Passenger vessels never dock at Smyrna; instead they anchor half a mile out in the open bay, and there you anxiously wait and wonder whether the small kaiques slowly approaching are possibly large or steady enough to carry you and your belongings safely t o shore. As a matter of fact, if the sea is very rough, no attempt whatsoever is made to land; and protest as you may, your ship gayly takes you on to Cypress or whatever its next port may be. However, it is well worth taking the chance, for this eastern port is fascinating. Along the quay rattles a battered horse-car and perhaps an inevitable Ford. On the cobble- stones are chairs and tables about which are gathered Turks, smoking their immense bubble-bubble pipes and drinking their national black coffee. Some are wearing European clothes, but the majority are clad in short baggy trousers, leather jackets and broad brightly coloured sashes. To complete this picturesque costume they should be wearing a turkey-red fez swathed in a linen turban; but instead straw hats, felt hats, tweed caps, usually too large or too small, are perched on their heads at every conceivable angle. There is, of course, method in their madness. About a year ago a law was passed by the Turkish Government forbidding the use of the fez. This drastic measure is one of several by which the educated Turks are endeavouring to Europeanize their country. From this scene of idling gossipers many narrow dirty streets lead to the native Bazaars. Either carrying them on their heads or sitting among them in their dark little shops, merchants droningly call out their wares. Suddenly, with the rumbling of an earthquake, a carriage passes through the market. Natives scatter on all sides before this onrushing monster that is taking more than its share of the road. One sleepy-looking individual, either too slow or too lazy to move, falls sprawling under his basket of figs. But flies still drone and the noon-day sun beats mercilessly down — all is calm and serene until the next disturbing carriage appears. The Turk is a poor business man, but he loves to bargain. The following is a typical instance. Mr. J. P. Morgan sailing the Mediterranean in his yacht " Corsair " landed at Smyrna to buy Oriental rugs. Hearing of an old Turk who had a wonderful collection he went to his house to see them. With the eye of a connoisseur Mr. Morgan realized the great value of the silky and beautifully designed rugs. Although a huge price was asked, without a moment ' s hesitation he bought them. The Turk was astounded, disgusted, and above all disappointed; for he had antici- pated a long and drawn-out procedure, during the course of which his customer would visit him a I 21 1 dozen or so times, drink coffee with him, smoke with him, and — bargain! bargain!! bargain!!! This is quite natural. Time means nothing to a Turk, hence bargaining is one of his chief forms of enter- tainment. Contrary to popular belief, the Turks as a whole are farmers. All about Smyrna, stretching far into the hills are fig and olive groves, vineyards and tobacco fields. Little huts with walls of sun-baked clay and roofs of dry thatch form peasant villages. If he owns a goat, a donkey, a well, and a good patch of ground, the Turk thmks he is wealthy — and he is, inasmuch as he is content. One of the most common and picturesque sights imaginable is to see a string of shaggy camels laden with bales of tobacco, slowly wending their way down from the hills. The camel-driver sits cross-legged on a stocky little donkey, either singing a song composed of the repetition of two words " Paedishain padisha, " or sleeping comfortably. The sweet sound of tinkling camel bells in the distance is so peaceful, that it seems impossible that so many people think of Turkey only as a land ravaged by murderous heathens. Year by year Turkey and the Turks are developing. Since the emancipation of the women and the education of the men, the desire to become Europeanized is dominating the nation. Whether it will succeed or not is an interesting question. In the meantime, the fact that the majority of Turks are not treacherous barbarians is one well worthy of note. Marjorie Miller, Form Upper VI. I 22 I A Song Merry, merry, merry, sings the bird on the tree; Merry, merry, merry, he sings a song to me : Of orchards and of love. Of the brilHant sky above; And I love the little birdie which sings so merrily. Softly, softly, softly, knells the solemn vesper bell. Softly, softly, softly, it tells its message well : It bids us leave our cares, And join in thankful prayers; And I love the little toller with its ding, dong, dell. Janet Cameron, Form IVa. " A Garden is a Lovesome Thing, God wot! " HE storm had ceased ! The last low rumblings of the thunder had died away and the thrilling stillness of a spring evening after a storm had settled down over the garden. The last rays of the setting sun, aflame in the western sky, penetrated through the silver-touched leaves of the birch and poplar. Above the garden, faint but still distinct, a rainbow stretched itself gloriously across the azure sky, and its pastel tints were reflected in the tiny pool in the centre of the garden. Ferns, green and wonderfully slender, leaned protectingly over the edge of the pool, and a single water ' lily floated tranquilly on the surface. Near the pool violets grew. Dew ' drenched violets! Lovely things after the rain, raising questioning heads to the sky whose colour they reflected. Farther on, not so near that they overshadowed the violets, was a flaming bed of tiger-lilies, stately and lovely, their colour softened by the evening light. Beside them a single Madonna lily, placed there by unsuspecting hands, blossomed pure as snow or the Virgin to whom it was dedicated. Even lovelier than these were the ros s. Roses of all kinds — a red rose of a deep rich colour like blood, a white rose, misty and beautiful, with little drops of crystal still clinging to its petals, and " A pink rose — proud on its red-thorned stem. And there — like little bright candles lit — Were the pink-tipped buds — a score of them. " From the farther corner of the garden a sudden sweet fragrance was wafted across the grass from an apple tree, whose blossoms still lingered, as if loth to leave, and from above the pool suddenly, startlingly sweet, the voice of a bird, singing its evening vespers, blended itself with the harmony of the night, thanking God for the storm and the peace that had followed. Twilight deepened. The red had gone from the west and a vast stillness enveloped the garden. A cool little breeze blew quietly across it as if to herald the first star of the evening, which now appeared above the birch, shedding its silver radiance over the pool. " I think God sang when He made a bough Of apple bloom, And placed it close against the sky To whiten in the gloom. But O, when He had hung a star Above the blue, blue hill, I think God in His ecstasy Was startled — and was still ! " Kathryn Wood, Form Upper V. The Canadian Habitant HEN the French came to Canada they brought wi th them many of their old customs. Among these was the feudal system of government. But the peasants did not like the name of " censitaire " by which they had been known in France, thinking that it carried with it some sense of their old hardships. They much preferred to be called " habitants, " the French term for free men. The title was recognized in New France and has become characteristic of all French Canadian farmers. The habitant ' s attachment to the land is very striking. In many cases, farm lands are held by the direct descendants of those to whom they were first granted, for the transfer of Canada to England did not affect the habitant. His lands were not taken from him and he remained as French as ever in habits, speech, and faith. A tourist visiting Quebec sees everywhere evidence that he is passing through a country of French origin. Here and there are houses and churches which will remind him of hamlets he has seen in Brittany, or Normandy. The houses are built chiefly of wood, frequently consisting of a single whitewashed room, spotlessly clean with sanded floor, and walls covered with all kinds of household utensils. Among the pots and pans, occupying a prominent place on the wall, is usually to be found a brightly coloured print of the Virgin or other favorite saint. Because of the long cold winters, the high iron stove is the most important feature of every home. On long winter evenings it is here that the whole family may be found, listening with bated breath to tales of " loup ' garou " or some equally mysteri ' ous being. In one corner two very high beds or bunks constitute the sleeping accommodation for the whole family. Under the bed are tiers of long drawers. Here is the children ' s sleeping place where you will often see from fifteen to twenty little ones dreaming peacefully in their cosy but stuffy beds. The habitant is a frugal, hardworking man, intensely proud of his brood of dirty, healthy children for whom he slaves from morning to night; and nowhere will you find a race more industrious and lawabiding. He is patient and contented with his lot. Especially is this true of those who live in the northern parts of the province where they seldom see a white man, outside their own families from the time the snow comes until the ice breaks up in the springtime. The habitant is a devout Roman Catholic, for, in the present as in the past, the church makes every effort to supervise the teaching and the reading of her people. The parish priest or Cure is the most impor- tant and powerful person in the habitant ' s everyday life. He takes a leading part in all the activities of the parish and often determines how his parishion- ers shall vote at election time. Sunday is a great day, full of religious duties in the morning, with amusements in the after- noon and evening. All the feasts of the church are observed with great zeal and the Canadian farmer has, consequently, innumerable holidays. His gay light-heartedness shows itself in a variety of innocent amusements. He is a born story teller, and no one is fonder than he of music, song, and story. When the days shorten and snow begins to fall, the habitant leaves his farm and journeys to the nearest lumber camp. No one who can swing an axe or drive a team of horses would miss his season in the forest, for the community life of the camp satisfies his social instincts. The hard work in the open air is made merry with shout and song. The evenings are spent around the box stove in the main shanty, where everyone gathers to tell thrilling tales of adventure or to sing the ballads and songs brought from Normandy and Brittany by the early pioneers. A hundred years ago it was not extraordinary to find the women spinning and weaving during the long, lonely winters. But now, with the growth of factories and the reduction in the prices of material, the practice has become very rare. Nevertheless the habitant woman who lives a long distance from towns or factories, still weaves all the cloth in which her large family is clad. The habitant is proud of his origin but he does not like to be called ' Trench. " He feels that he is a true Canadian, but he has not yet learned that his country stretches from sea to sea, and he has given his loyalty almost wholly to his native province, Quebec. Marjorie Lynch, Form Va. The Fire The cruel, hungry flames shoot up into the sky, Casting a ruddy glow on the trees near by, Up and up — With a thousand sparks. Up and up — With the never-ceasing sparks. Crackling and snapping, the flames leap up on high. Slowly stealthily sneaking on its prey. Ever creeping nearer, then leaping on its way. Flames rush on With a thousand sparks, Flames leap up. With the never-ceasing sparks, A wild and roaring animal; and all is gone by day. Joan Archibald, Form IVa. Song of a Sea-Fairy Below the sea, in a coral cave, I live when ' tis light on land; At night when the moon shines high o ' er the wave I rise with the mermaid band. We ride on the crests of the whirling waves. And flirt with the frothy foam; With sea weed chains we bind our slaves. The starfish that stray from home. 25} Neptune comes in a chariot gold, Drawn by dolphins free; The tinkling fairy bells are tolled To welcome the king of the sea. When daylight creeps o ' er the sighing sea We go back to our coral caves And there we slumber peacefully. Lulled by the sound of the waves. Betty Hurry, Form IVa. The New Ford EOPLE can no longer joke about the Ford and call it Lizzy, Asthma, and such names, for it is now a real car. It no longer spouts and chokes and refuses to go up a hill unless you turn it around and go up backwards. It no longer has springs that keep up a regular conversation as you jaunt upon your way; and it seems at last to realize that its roof does not need to be six feet from the floor to avoid bumping your head. In short — as the jazz piece goes — Henry ' s Made a Lady out of Lizzy. One can hardly say that she has not risen to nobility, after her name has been m the headlines of the New York papers and she herself has been shown off like a mannikm to a thousand people by a man in dress clothes. The new Ford now rivals all the small cars. It has a comfortable rumble seat, nice upholstering, and four-wheel brakes and that which is the most astonishing fact of all — Lizzy has lost that queer little wheeze of hers and now can purr along the road at seventy miles an hour. Nevertheless it seems too bad that Lizzy should change for the better. Everyone somehow felt a warm affection for her, and when you saw her beginning to stall on a hill you felt like running out and pushing her up to the top. When the radiator boiled over you felt that it was protesting against the warm summer day. You felt it was obstinate when it would not start m the morning, and when you mended a punctured tire it was just like bringing out the first aid kit. If you lay underneath a good car for half an hour by the roadside passers-by made remarks about you, but if you lay underneath a Ford in the same conditions they only smiled and passed on — they under- stood. Since Lizzy has become one of the elite she had probably more respect for her exterior, but in her poorer times she was an excellent fighter. I can say with certainty, that nine times out of the ten I have seen a Ford collide with an expensive car, Lizzy has come out without a scratch, while the other car has been smashed to atoms. I have therefore come to the conclusion that it is not the collisions b ut the overwork that made Lizzy in the end run about with her parts tied together with string. I join heartily in the cry of a thousand people: " Back to the pioneer days when we threw sand under the fan belt and tightened the horn with a dime. " Audrey Doble, Form Va. The History of An Old Dress HANGING in a dark part of my cupboard is a dress. It is a very old one and is cut in the fashion of i860. Its big hoop skirt comes in contact on one side with a short gym. tunic, and on the other with a pair of skiing breeches. Poor thing! It has quite a shocked air as it hangs there with these two modern bits of clothing on top of it. The dress is a very beautiful one, and although it is so old has not got one tear in it. Its silky pale green folds hang just as proudly as they did when it was first worn. The dress is not really mine, it was only lent to me to wear at a very " special " masquerade party. It belongs to an old lady, one of my grandmother ' s friends, and it was her first real party dress. She told me, when I went to get it, some of its history, and Tm sure not many of the dresses nowadays have such a glowing story. It was the old lady ' s " coming out " gown, and she wore it first at a great ball given in honour of the late King Edward VII, who was then Prince of Wales. The lady was only seventeen years old, and with her sweet fair hair curling around her face she was quite the loveliest girl present. The Prince at once noticed her, and followed her out on to a low balcony. The young girl, quite oblivious of who was following her, dropped her handkerchief, and with a quick stoop the Prince picked it up and bowed low before her. There is little need to tell how the rest of the ball went by. The Prince danced with the loveliest of girls most of the evening, and it is not surprising that when she got home she found that a certain little perfumed handkerchief was missing. The girl was of course so excited and proud she could think of nothing else for days, for of course she could not know that the second time she wore her beloved dress would see the beginning of real happiness for her. It was at the next big ball that she met the man who was to be her husband. A tall dark young man from Virginia who had come to Canada on engineering work. When she first caught a glimpse of him through the crowd, all thought of the Prince — for she had been thinking of him — left her mind, and she became at once interested in the handsome stranger. The young Southerner had also noticed her, and procured an introduction. Later, when they were dancing together, he told her that he had noticed her almost imme ' diately and had asked various people who she was. The young girl was charmed by his slow drawling voice and his droll and extravagant praises were said in such a sincere manner that they won her heart. Thus passed the first evening of a pair whose romance was to last for so many years. The young Southerner became engaged to the lady of his choice and they were married not long after. For many years they lived happily together, and the beautiful dress, which soon went out of style, had a sacred place of its own and hung in an out ' of ' thcway cupboard. The young wife would often go and touch it with loving fingers, thinking of the happiness she had gained while wearing it, and it was on one of these hastily snatched visits that she made up her mind to lend it to some other young girl sometime. Ne er did she have the opportunity, however, until I asked her for an old ' fashioned dress to wear at a masquerade. She smiled at me and then hurried away, soon to appear with the dress of my dreams, and then, while she wrapped it up carefully, she told me its sweet story. N. A. Stocking, Form Lower V. 1 7 3 Autumn in the Laurentians Morning Scarlet and yellow the trees stand out Against the autumn sky, Fluffy and careless the frolicking clouds Glide gaily by. And the blue ' green lakes like jewels lie, And the soft ' rippled lakes like jewels lie. Evening The merry breezes grown wild and strong Whitecap the sullen waves, And whistle in woods where long ago Lawless Indian braves, Hunted the fox and dwelt in the caves, Hunted the lynx and dwelt in the caves. Janet Cameron, Form IVa. The Old Man Speaks And so you want to fly now? So you do! All they can do is talk of flying now; Soon no one will be walking here on earth ! Up in the clouds ! That ' s no kind of a life ' . But you ' ll see more before you die, my son. For me — I am content now that I know That all man ' s deeds are but worthless trash; It is the man that counts and nothing else. Look at the boy that turned the trick last year! He left this side a boy, but the long day And weary night soon made a man of him. He ' s pure gold none the less. I know no dross That could endure the fires which he endured. And then they followed! Batches of them, fools! He had the glory! All they got was risk And some small meed of praise when they returned. And so you want to try, lad? Twenty, soon! How old you are! I hope you ' ll soon grow young! Ay, go and try, boy, ' tis a sport for youth ! But first, before you do it, think awhile. In everything there must be pioneers; In this there have been many, and their bones Disturb the lost Atlantis in its sleep. Nungesser, Coli, Hinchliffe, see they ' re gone; And the " Old Glory " sinking, sinking down, Through dim cold darkness, through the Atlantic waves. But it must be, there must be pioneers! They have attained to wealth undreamed by us, Those men who risked all for a moment ' s joy. Well, go then; try it; luck be with you, boy! And fly — while I — while I sit here, Battered and tired, worn by destroying time! Oh my lost youth ! Come back ! Come back to me ! And let me fly again as youth can fly . The sun is warm, the garden still and sweet. And while the brown bees hum, I am content. Annie Rowley, Form Upper VI. A Chinese Junk Listless she lay in the broad lagoon, Moor ' d with idle sail; Quiet she waited the rising moon And evening gale. Long had she worked in the heat of day Plying her trade; Sluggishly pushing her weary way Through waters jade. Her hold was loaded with choicest spice And golden fruit; Her decks with baskets of whitest rice And licorice root. A low light wind from th; darkensd wast A change of tide; To toil again — she must leave her rest — Lest sea ' waves chide. On a crystal sea ' neath cloudless sky, She wends her way, A quaint reminder of days gone by. From old Cathay. Marjorie Miller, Form Upper VL Christmas Shopping MOST people fear Christmas shopping as an inevitable institution, and because they fear it, they feel that this unpleasant ordeal must use up as little space in their lives and be of as little trouble to them as possible. There are two ways of overcoming this difficulty. The first is summed up in the shopkeeper ' s advertising slogan, " Shop early and avoid the rush. ' ' The second is manifested in a feeling prev ' alent among many people, that, " Christmas isn ' t Christmas, without a bustle. " The calm person, who objects to having the regular routine of life disturbed by anything drastic, chooses the former method. He sees Christmas on the horizon, and early in October makes out a " list. " This document being complete he goes systematically through it, buying a gift for each person named thereon, with the greatest amount of care and calmness. The gifts are delivered, the day arrives, and slips by happily, but with little variation from other days. Our early shopper then declares to himself that he is the " coolest " person in the world, and really enjoys the thought that not even Christmas shopping can disturb his equanimity. On the other hand, there are people who do not enjoy the sense of triumph over circum ' stances in this way. These people adopt the second attitude towards Christmas shopping — " Christmas isn ' t Christmas without a bustle. " They also see Christmas on the horizon, two months beforehand, and they watch weeks grow fewer and the shop windows grow more festive, with the grim determination that Christmas shopping shall not hurry them into action " till they feel like it. " Signs are then put up in all the stores, " Eleven more shopping days to Christmas. " The eleven days diminish to six, then five. At last a panic seizes them, they dash out — and keep on dashing till The Day arrives. With Christmas safely over for another year our procrastinators sit back and say to themselves, " Well, at least it only took me four days this time. " Such IS Christmas shopping! Anne Byers, Form Upper V. {29} ' Once Upon a Time " ONCE upon a time — " A feeling of expectancy creeps over the listener as he hears these words. Magic words! Like the discovery of a secret door! What hes beyond the door? Where does it lead? Through long passages, with ghosts and goblins, out to the fields, or down to the sea. Who knows? But why is the door there? Because someone imagined it; and that is Fairy Land! Fairy Land is always true, and always there, for anyone who will go to it. " Once upon a time, " almost expresses " Eternity. " The boisterous laughter of bathtime is over. The children are tucked in their beds. Two little brown curly heads rested on chubby hands. They lie on their " tummies " and gaze into the glowing fire with sleepy eyes. " Mummy! Tell us a story — " The children have always known where the door is. It will never be a surprise to them. They knew, only they are too little to open it by themselves. Mother draws up the big rocking chair, just made for telling stories and " make believe, " and all those things; m fact the " nursery chair. " Still the eyes gaze dreamily into the fire. Then mother begins, " Once upon a time — . " The two little heads turn to look at her, and the eyes grow big and round. The key has been turned, and the door is going to open! What will it be (o night; a new one, or one of those that they already know and love? " Once upon a time — . " What lies on the other side? Only the children know! Anne Byers, Form Upper V. Conductors Prefer Men Scene — Six o ' clock rush in a street car. Conductor — Windserr — Peel! Pill — Windsorr! Push opp in de front please, planty of room in front. Pardon, madam, you have drop a parcel. Mrs. Henpeck — Good heavens, its the pie! Be careful! don ' t move, little boy or you ' ll — oops — Oh, I just known it ' s all sp oilt. That ' s the worst of these street cars they let them get so jammed that you can ' t move and then they — Conductor — Watch out for de door! Fn avant, please. Mrs. Henpeck — For good ' ness sake, conductor, use your head. Do you mean to say you ' re gomg to try and let any more people on this car? There ' s far too many now. You ought to be reported for allowing so many people on a single car. Conductor — ' Scuse me, Leddy, but would you mind to pay your fare and go inside; you have not yet give me no transfer nor no ticket. Mrs. Henpeck — Don ' t be ridiculous ! I gave you my trans- fer as soon as I got on, and now you ' re accusing an honest lady of getting on a car and not pay ing her fare. Conductor — Waal, if you don ' mind, madam, you drop your puddin ' as soon as you have get on, and you have been telling me all de rest of de time dat de Tramway company is run bad, and you have not give yourself de chance to take your transfer from sticking out your purse there. . Mrs. Henpeck — That! Why that ' s been there all day, but if you want it to add to your collection, for goodness sake take it — but I can ' t drop my parcels to hand it to you. (Twenty seconds of injured silence). Conductor — Mountain Street! — de la Montagne! Tickets, please — opp in de fron ' , s ' il vous plait. Hey! boy, your pass! What, you haven ' t got no pass, waal I can ' t give you no green tickets, you know you should a have a pass or use yallow tickets. Mrs. Henpeck — Why must he have a pass? He ' s only young. I can tell by his looks — Why he isn ' t more than fourteen. He ' s got a perfect right to green tickets. My daughter, eighteen, uses them. Conductor — I ' m verra sorry, m ' am, but I can ' t let a big boy like dat git green tickets widout to have a pass. Mrs. Henpeck — Absurd ! but I don ' t suppose I can make you — but it seems to me you con- ductors just think you can do anything at all and just run everybody in the whole car, and etc., etc., ad infinitum. Conductor — Fort street! Fort — Mrs. Henpeck — What! do you mean to say we ' ve passed Guy and you didn ' t let me know and tell me to get off — You ' re the most careless man I ' ve ever seen — now I have trj walk all the way back with all my parcels and, heavens! we ' re going right past the stop. Make this car stop immediately. You ' re the worst conductor and this is the worst car service I ' ve ever seen in all my life — (makes a hasty exit, dropping her injured pie in the slush). Door slams vigorously. Conductor (to interested onlooker) — Such a women I never see! It ' s de like of dat which spoils a good day for a strit ' car conductors — Shove up in front please! En avant! Helen Ritchie, Form Upper VI. Friday the Thirteenth I know we ' re superstitious. But I felt it was fictitious , So I spent three years in travel In order to unravel A very weighty problem I felt to be most solemn; At last I chanced to find A fact I kept in mind. I ' ll tell you ' cause you ' re Trafites And ought to know by rights That Lindy winged away On that very thirteenth day, And ' twas a Friday, too, The day that Lindy flew ! He soared o ' er thirteen places. Most wonderful of aces. And when his plane was seen The clock was two ' thirteen. So when this fear appears Drive it back with sneers , And as your little mission Just banish superstition. PaiJline Mitchell, Form Upper VI. Panama LET it be one of those stifling hot days that the Tropics excel in. Imagine yourselves leaning ■I over the rail of the liner SS. fssiquibo, passengers from New York to the Panama Canal, as was my experience six years ago. With you I go back in memory to Panama, that queer Spanish town tucked in at the Pacific end of the Canal between Costa Rica and Colombia. Well, we are at present in the " big ditch " and being slowly lifted across the Isthmus; on either side of us is dense foliage, broken by groups of palms or other less graceful trees; everything has a dusty, thirsty appearance, for early morning and refreshing breezes have long passed away and we find ourselves in the heat of the inexorable noontide. The busy little electric cars (called " mules " ) are pulling us through the locks from Limon Bay, and we are eighty-five feet higher since we first entered the Canal. This fact seems astonish ' I 3 1 ing and almost unbelievable to us for we have not felt any movement. The " mules " let us go at last and we sail at ocean speed across Gatum Lake for twentyfour miles, finally reaching Gamboa and the entrance to Culebra Cut. This forms a nice interlude betwixt the rather slow travelling through the locks. You will notice the peculiar feature of this lake, the many trectrunks, grey dismal spectres that rear their heads above the surface of the water. We are travelling in a deep channel and to the right and the left are these ghosts of the swamp, dead trees, that in their prime had been choked for lack of air. You will have guessed that beneath us lies a submerged forest that once was the valley of the Chagres River. Nine miles further on we come to Pedro Miguel and then to Miraflores and the descent through locks to the Pacific. If we were to continue out to the open sea, on our way we should pass Panama Bay and the quaint, jumbled town curled in its arm; but instead we get off at Balboa where the ship is stopping. As it draws in to Dock i8 all eyes are fixed on the shore, and then amazed turn away for their is nothing to be seen but the round molclike form of Ancon Hill and at its base a few government buildings. No houses, no streets, no residential section, nothing but docks and ships and the wide expanse of the river. Certainly a curious, uninhabited place this Balboa! Eager darkey jitney-drivers (in other words taxi-drivers) vociferously claim our attention with the special merits of their own particular vehicle. In one we jump, and are off down a wide avenue to see what may lie behind that hill. Cheery negresses clustered around their fruit ' stands are seen chattering like magpies, while they offer passers-by anything from a parrot to a papaya . In the trees that shade the road-side flutter, struggle and scream the parakeets; little green birds that lovingly pair off and defend each other from jealous attacks. The noise of these offensives and counter-offensives follow us far on our way. As we ride it seems strange to think that most of this Balboa — the concrete verandahed houses, wooden bungalows, forts and roads all stand on reclaimed ground, owing their foundation to excavated material from the Canal. Still we shall not linger in Balboa but cross the white line which on all roads indicates the passing from the American side to the Spanish. This line not only marks a land divide but the difference existing between the dark-eyed, temperamental, loving Latin race, full of what can only be described by their own expression " la gracia, " and the brisk, energetic nature of the American. This difference is visible everywhere in Panama, with the exception of the American innovation, the motor car, which has almost usurped the place of the old, easy-going horse and carriage with its gaily-striped umbrella balanced overhead. The latter seem far more suited to the narrow streets, the playing piccaninnies that fill sidewalks and gutters, and the languid current of Panama existence. If one would see the general appearance of life in this city, here are two choice suggestions. Firstly, drive up and down Central Avenue two or three times. This is better done in clear day- light. " What a jumble of European shops mixed up with the native ' tiendas ' ! " you will exclaim. Chinaman, Hebrew, Spaniard, white man, negro, every type and nationality line that street. And every ware is sold there: Panama Hats, ivory, rugs, amber, shawls, and by such casual shop- keepers. One is never rushed into a purchase. You first consider the article from every angle while the dealer goes off into a dreamy reverie, having told you all that is necessary, namely: " It is the very best and cheap at the price. " He receives your decision with the greatest equanimity, whether it be in the negative or affirmative. The only time one sees them slightly roused is when the tourists throng the town; then the prices go up at an astonishing rate and after their departure sink to their former level. Secondly, at nightfall on a Sunday motor down to La Plaza Central and there you will see a mixture of humanity out in its Sunday best that could not fail to interest the most apathetic individual. The canopy of blue starlit sky above you; the swish and murmur of the palms as they stir like restless hands, the shadow of the great Cathedral at your side, and the low, balconied buildings that enclose the lighted square; the gay laughter and singing of the people, and the fragrance of the poinsetta flower on the wind, are the means that Nature uses to paint this scene on your mind in all its vividness. We have had the good fortune to arrive at Carnival time, those three days and nights that Panama goes mad. Weeks before it prepares for this supreme burst. The Queen is chosen, the I 33 I Carnival committee, their chariots and dresses; loads of " serpentina " and confetti are set in, every thing seems transfigured by this violent preparation. Central Avenue slowly changes its everyday appearance and becomes a masquerader, hiding under garments of festive glory. On the afternoon of the " great parade, " traffic is stopped, crowds jostle in the streets, the balconies overlooking the chosen thoroughfares are packed with eager merrymakers. Oar position is on a balcony from which we view the gorgeous and extravagant procession, composed mainly of trucks decorated to resemble odd animals such as may have graced land or sea. They are filled by the young beauties of Panama, some dressed in the national costume " la pollera, " with hair adorned by bright, tinkly ornaments, and bare slippered feet that peep from under the lacy ruffles of their petticoats keeping time to the gay tune " Mi pollera. " Martial music heralds the approach of the Queen ' s conveyance; a huge and stately swan within whose plumage nestle the escort of the royal person, six chosen ladies and gentlemen with their Queen soaring above them on her throne already well nigh covered by entwining serpentina. The excitement of the crowd knows no bounds, they surge around the swaying bird who is the precursor of the promised days and nights of unconfined enjoyment. At last through the deepening dusk we drive back to the ship, delighting in the gusts of blossom ' scented breeze that seems to chase away the heat and dust of Carnival and bring in its train quiet reflection. Margaret Allan, Form Lower VI. Deck Chairs Some people prefer the mountain air, While others, the woodland breeze; But I would rather be free from care In a deck chair quite at ease. The dashing waves I love to hear Against the vessel ' s bow; And the distant coastline draws more near As through the ocean we plough. From time to time the deck I pace. And walk a mile or two; Then back again, with a merry ' fa ce, I enjoy my chair anew. Thus each day passes quickly by. The voyage too soon is o ' er; And last day out it ' s with a sigh I wish for ten days more. Margaret Dodds, Form Upper VI. M 0.005 I Ml Meridian Day When sailing West to East across the sea, Across the wide Pacific to far lands, Time changes at the One Eight O degree And day by day the clock puts back its hands. As this to many people seems so queer ril now proceed to try and make it clear. From West to East one hour is gained each day, But this time gained must then be given back; And so one extra day you have to pay. And four and twenty hours you must lack. At One Eight O degree this day is taken. And so we skip a day — and then awaken. Then when at length you reach the Orient land And change your course from East to West once more, Your watch one hour now puts on its hand. The hour becoming five instead of four. But now an hour is lost to you each day, And this time lost, they surely must repay. Thus when you reach the One Eight O degree One day is gained, " Meridian " being crossed, And though this may seem very odd to you They now have given back the day you lost. From East to West Meridian being half way They call this day you gain ' ' Meridian day. " Elizabeth Stanway, Form Upper VI. TJie Fall of Snow When Autumn ' s misty mellowness Gives way to Winter ' s dreariness. Unlike the dark and threatening showers Which come before sweet summer ' s flowers, Snow from a sky that is pearly grey Falls softly, softly, silently. After dark the cold air grows Colder still, though no wind blows. Upon a wild white world day breaks And, whirled by a driving wind, huge flakes Of soft white snow from the pearly sky Falls swiftly, swiftly, silently. Alma Howard, Form IVa. I 35 I The Aim, Whether Reached or Not, Makes Great the Life JT IS difficult to say just what achievement is. The attainment of some goal? Perhaps, but by the time the goal has been reached a yet loftier one has been sighted, so that the goal achieved is just a step in the everlasting ascent. There is no such a thing as complete achievement — and it is a good thing — but we are given this much: the joy of effort and the thrill of attempt. A few material goals may be reached, but for the most part a man ' s soul never reaches its desire till death; and perhaps even then the adventure goes on. There have been many apparently unsuccessful attempts which have made great a man ' s whole life. The men who tried to conquer Everest failed. That is a statement of fact. They never reached the top; they lost two of their party and they returned to England defeated. Never ' theless their attempt will colour all the rest of their lives. On those icy slopes, battling against the wind, choking for lack of air fit to breathe, their spirits rose above their bodies to heights un ' dreamed of. Two of them lie dead up there — no one can tell just where. They have no memorial save the rough heap of stones erected by their comrades, but they have achieved the best a man can have — they have had a try at the top. Every faith has had its failures. Huss being burnt outside the walls of Prague, his followers scattered, his work destroyed, seemed to have tasted the very dregs of failure; yet he, in the words of another martyr " lit a candle which by God ' s grace will never be put out. " He proved an in ' spiration to men like Luther and Calvin who freed the world from spiritual slavery. In the nineteenth century we have a man who threw away the world and gained more than his own soul. David Livingstone never saw his plans for Africa mature and we are a long way from seeing them do so even now. In his own soul he must often have called himself a failure, but we know he was far from one. How could any man who has inspired thousands to strive for the betterment of a race, that is practically at the lowest point of civilization, be accounted a failure? Perhaps the classical example of a successful failure is Brutus. At the end of the play, " Julius Caesar, " he stands a lonely, pathetic figure. He has brought destruction on his party — and he knows it. His Portia is dead — and he knows that he is the cause of it. Apparently there is no gleam of hope in this end of his tragic life. But is this so? Failure though he was, he had some possessions whose price is above that of rubies. His conscience was clear in the knowledge that he had turned his back upon the world and done right in his own eyes; and more than this he was loved by all. The slaves who served him, Caius Ligarius, Portia, and even the cynic Cassius, loved him. Antony, in spite of his momentary success, could never have said " My heart doth joy that yet, in all my life I found no man but he was true to me. " While a man has some worthy aim in life it matters little how many times he stumbles on the road ; it is the spirit in which he keeps on that counts. Who can judge of failure? The man whom the world applauds may know in his heart that he is a failure. We see what he has reached, not what he has attempted. The Brutus whom the world calls a failure may " have more glory by this losing day " than any Antony of wealth or Octavus of power. Failure will never be justly judged, except perhaps at the end of this world ' s standards there may be some true balance and " ' Tis safer for me, if the award be strict, That I am something underrated here. " There is but one thing for us to do and that is — to try — and to fear not. " For hence a paradox. Which comforts while it mocks. Shall life succeed in that it seems to fail; What I aspired to be. And am not, comforts me, A brute I might have been, but would not sink in the scale. " Annie Rowley, Form Upper VI. The Parting (With apologies to Rudyard Kipling) We ' ve worked and played and frowned and smiled, With all our hearts and powers. Together for a year and more Around this school of ours; Now weVe going away for good, And we must see it through, We needn ' t tell we liked you well. Goodbye — good luck to you ! You taught us how to think and act, And play the game of life ; That honour, courage, love and truth Will always conquer strife; Whatever leader we did choose. To her we must be true — Our loyalty to her and " Traf. " — Goodbye — good luck to you! It isn ' t this and that (Which all the world may know), But a spirit deep within you That makes us love you so; There ' s something in you old and sweet. And yet it seems so new. You wake us from our sleepy selves — Goodbye — good luck to you ! Goodbye — so long — don ' t lose yourself, Nor us, nor all kind friends. But think of them, of us — We will of you, until it ends. Goodbye, Trafalgar, dear old " Traf, " You ' ve taught us something new; The world is small — but you are big — ■ Goodbye — good luck to you! Marjorie Miller, Form Upper VI. I37l Mr. Whitehead ' s Lecture on Pepys In the Winter Term some of the House Seniors had the opportunity of hearing Mr. Whitehead lecture on the subject of Pepys and his diary. The lecture was illustrated by slides of Pepys, his father ' s house, his wife, and views of London. After telling us the story of how the diary was written and explaining the circumstances of the Pepys family, Mr. Whitehead multiplied his anecdotes of Pepys and seemed to carry us back to the London of the " Merry Monarch. " Pepys, his contemporaries, " Mistress Betty Turner " and his wife, " poor wretch, " seemed to live for us again. A feature of the lecture was Mr. Whitehead ' s rendermg of the great diaryist ' s song. On Friday, October 7th, we were most fortunate in having Mrs. Flower from Stratford ' on ' Avon speak to us. Mrs. Flower is deeply interested in the Shakespeare Building Fund, which is being raised in order to replace the old theatre which was recently destroyed by fire. Plans for the new theatre allow for ample accommodation of the hundreds who annually visit Stratfo rd ' on ' Avon to see Shakespeare ' s plays. Mrs. Flower gave us an outline of the life of Shakespeare, and related many interesting details about English life during the sixteenth century. The name of Stratford ' on ' Avon is derived from " strat " meaning a road, and " avon " the old Celtic word for river. During Shakespeare ' s time this city was the centre of a large fair held every October, called the Mock, where one of the chief ceremonies was the roasting of oxen in the streets. This feature afforded the citizens great amusement and delight. Before closing, Mrs. Flower explained that as a means of obtaining funds, the committee had had book ' plates printed, on which Shakespeare ' s bust was engraved. The name of each contributor is entered into a large book, which is kept at Stratford ' on- Avon. Mrs. Flower said that she hoped when any of the Trafalgar girls travelled in England they would visit Shakespeare ' s native city, and look at their names in the book, which was a record of their contributions. We are very much indebted to Mrs. Flower for speaking to us, and we feel that from her wc have obtained a more intimate knowledge of Shakespeare. Annie Rowley, Form Upper VL The New Shakespeare Theatre Eleanor McBride, Form Upper VL Wolfe THIS year on Trafalgar Day we had the pleasure of hearing Professor Waugh of McGill give an illustrated lecture on " Wolfe. " Professor Waugh said that he had chosen the subject ' ' Wolfe " rather than " Nelson, " because it was of more interest to Canadians, and also because the general and the admiral were alike in many respects. James Wolfe was born in 1727, in the village of Westerham, Kent. The boy, always delicate, was doctored by his over-careful mother, who has no sympathy at all for her son ' s military ambi ' tions. However, encouraged by his father, he entered the army, and in 1743, at the age of sixteen, he fought in the battle of Dettingen. In spite of Wolfe ' s outwardly plain exterior and delicate form, he had a wonderful nature, and was loved alike by man and animal. Of the latter he made great pets, being particularly fond of dogs. He was of a forgiving nature, and possessed altogether an admirable disposition. Wolfe ' s ambitions soared when he was selected to command the expedition against Quebec, and he sailed up the St. Lawrence with a force of about nine thousand men. Then followed the well-known adventure of his daring plan and its glorious result, although at the cost of the lives of the two heroic leaders, Montcalm, the French general, and Wolfe. As Wolfe lay on the field of battle, weak, exhausted and very near death, he raised himself to give one last order, and then sank back, whispering " Now God be praised, I die in peace. " Professor Waugh concluded by saying that a beautiful statue of Wolfe has been erected in his native town of Westerham. In shape and design it is very like a rough drawing by one of his officers, and this monument now remains a constant reminder of the great general who fought so gallantly and who died in the moment of victory. Eleanor McBride, Form Upper VI. Overcoming Difficulties WE GIRLS of Trafalgar were greatly honoured on February 6th, when Dr. Clark, who was making his homeward journey from India, came to speak to us. He began his lecture by telling us how humble our position as girls would be in India, for there such a " superior being " as a man would scorn to address a crowd of mere school girls. Dr. Clark had not intended to speak of India, but when he saw how happy we all were, he felt he must tell us how fortunate we were in having Canada for our home, and not the Far East. After making us all feel quite humble because we happened to be born girls, he suddenly held up a card illustrating " the straight and narrow way. " To our amazement we saw the way was blocked by ditches, fences and other obstacles. Then we learned the real mission of his visit to us. He had come to show us how to overcome all these difficulties. Christ had really overcome them for us; but Dr. Clark explained how, by a complete knowledge and understanding of the Word of God, we might gain the right and the fitness to enter eternal life. After hearing Dr. Clark we felt that we must all join the Scripture Union, of which he was a representative. Before this, many of us had been a little careless in our Bible re ading, but now we find our little green cards marking the daily portions a great stimulus and help in this respect. It will take us about five years to read the Bible right through, and at the end of that time we shall remember with much gratitude Dr. Clark ' s inspiring lecture. Elizabeth Laughton, Form VIa. I 39 1 The Dew Fairy O pretty little fairy. How do you make your home? With the very finest threads, How beautifully it ' s sown. But later in the morning They seem to fade away. Pretty little fairy, Won ' t you stay with me and play? MiMi Languedoc, Form II. Mr. Mat and Miss Basket-Bail " O dear, it ' s so lonely in this dark cupboard, " wept the basket ' ball. " Only you cross old clubs to speak to, except old Mr. Mat. " That night the mat did not go the sleep, he was thinking how he could please Miss Basket ' ball. " She doesn ' t like candy and I couldn ' t get it if she did, " thought Mr. Mat. " Oh, I ' ve got an idea. I ' ll try and have a party. Now, let ' s see, how we could arrange it. Sometimes Miss Basket ' ball is left behind the bars in the gym room and I ' m left out, too. Perhaps we could go over to the drawers and let out the Bean Bag family and the scarves and we might be able to get Sir Tennis Racquet and his brother Badminton Racquet. The next day the mat and the ball were left in the gym. At night all was quiet, the mat crept over to the basket ' ball. " Follow me, " it whispered. The ball followed wonderingly until he came to the drawers, then Mr. Mat called, " Come everybody that is in there, come and have a party in honour of Miss Basket-ball, come, come! " Everybody sprang out and soon were having the best time they had ever had. Suddenly they heard a small voice say, " Can I come to your party? My owner lost me yesterday and I ' m so lonely. " They turned around to find Mistress Girdle lying on the floor. " Of course, " cried they, " come along. " So the girdle went and enjoyed the party as much as anybody. DoREEN Dann, Form Upper I. I40l The Robin He ' s here, he ' s here, he ' s here again, Just list to him singing in the soft April rain, A most welcome chorister, the bird I love best. Our dear saucy Robin with his cherry red breast. Now up in the trec ' tops clear and high His song rings out to the very sky; And then on the lawn he ' ll proudly strut With an eye for the worm that he ' ll soon gobble up. Dear little Robin, your praises I ' ll sing. For you are the very first bird of the Spring, And tho ' other birdies to us are all dear We love you most, telling us " Springtime is here. " Margaret Cannell, Form II. School Days It always seems so strange to me That holidays should fly. While school days, as you must agree. Just crawl — I wonder why. Still school days are happy days, The happiest days of all, I am sure you agree with what I say Even though they sometimes crawl. Lola Byrd, Form Upper I. The Magic Wheel-Barrow ARY lived in a comfortable old farmhouse, which stood in a comfortable old garden, by the side of a comfortable old stream. In fact, Mary led a very comfortable life (for she had a very comfortable mother and father). But the thing that Mary thought was the most comfortable of all, was the old, old, old wheel- barrow, which always stood at the end of the comfortable old garden. Mary loved this comfortable old wheel ' barrow. She used to curl up in it with some comfortable cushions and go to sleep; or else just sit in it and dream away the hours. One afternoon Mary took some comfortable cushions, and went to the comfortable old wheel ' barrow. She curled up and went to sleep. Suddenly she was awakened by someone I 41 1 tapping at her foot. She sat up and rubbed her eyes. She saw a beautiful fairy ( ' a very comfortable looking one, Mary said to herself). The fairy was dressed in rose buds, with little turned up shoes with a rose bud at each end. (Mary thought they must be very comfortable shoes). The fairy asked, " Mary, do you like geography? " " No, " said Mary, " It IS not a comfortable subject at all! " " I thought not, " said the fairy smiling, " Now, listen to me. I am going to take you in this magic wheel ' barrow to China, Japan, and some other lands, and you will learn all about the people, products, and other things of each land. Do you think you will like that? " " Oh, yes! I would love it, " said Mary. " Yes, " said Mary, " is it a comfortable land? " " Oh, yes, " laughed the fairy. Then Mary sat down again in the comfortable old wheel ' barrow, and the fairy sat down beside her. Then up, up, up, the comfortable old wheel-barrow rose, carrying Mary and the fairy in it. Then a queer thing happened! Mary went to sleep! CHINA When Mary awoke, the fairy was smiling at her, and saying, " We are in China, Mary. " Mary looked about her. She was in a city in China called " Shanghai. " Everybody seemed busy. The Chinese mothers carried their babies on their backs, as they walked to and fro. The porters carried over three hundred pounds of tea on their backs. And what was that over cn her right? It was the " Laughing Buddah, " a great statue of a man, who was sitting down. All the people who saw it, prayed to it, before they passed on. Over on her left was a great " pagoda, " a huge tower affair. As she looked, she saw a river farther on. So the fairy and Mary walked on till they came to it. There they saw many boats, both large and small, afloat. The fairy told her that the poor Chinese live all the year round in the small boats that she saw. They then passed on till the came to a huge rice field. The rice was just being transplanted. " Now, " said the fairy, " let us have something to eat. " Just then, a Chinese lady asked them to come to dinner with her. When they came into the dining-room, they saw no chairs, but a thick matting was spread over the floor. Their hostess then asked them to take off their shoes. ( " That will be very uncomfortable, " thought Mary). Then they sat down to a low table. There were little bowls of rice and Mary will never know what, but she clearly saw a black chicken there. Their hostess brought in exactly twenty courses to this feast. When they rose to go, their hostess put some food in a little package and told them to take it with them. " That was very uncomfortable, " Mary said, after they had departed. " Now, " said the fairy, " let us go to Japan in the magic wheel-barrow. " !4 1 " Well, " said the fairy, " shall we go to China first? " JAPAN When they arrived in Tok.o, a city in Japan, the fairy told her that it had been destroyed by an earthquake in 1923. They saw the Emperor ' s house and other great buildings. They went to see, too, the stores which sold dishes, straw mats, and silks of all kinds. They then flew to Yokohama, another city of Japan. Then they went further south to Osaka, a leading port of Japan. Everywhere they went, the people wore cotton and silk clothes. " Now, " said the fairy, ' ' I am afraid we shall have to go home. " " Oh, dear! " sighed Mary. HOME AGAIN When they alighted in the comfortable old garden, Mary said to the fairy, " I will always like geography after this. I am sure it is a comfortable subject. " Then the fairy vanished, leaving Mary to kiss the magic wheel ' barrow over and over again. Anna Thompson, Form II. The Little Monkey At a circus one summer ' s day, I watched a monkey hard at play, I fed him peanuts in his hand. He said " My goodness, this is grand. " Barbara Barnard, Form I. Jim I have a little doggy. And his name is Jim, He ' s a darling little puppy And I am very fond of him. When I go out to parties. He always follows me; I say, " You naughty puppy. Go home and have your tea! " He just stands on the sidewalk, Looks at me as though to say, " Please don ' t be so nasty As to make me go away! " Phyllis Morrisey, Form I. An Old-Fashioned Book and a Modern Book 6ILEEN CROFTON was sitting and reading in the beautiful library of the old English manor when suddenly she heard somebody speaking. Looking around she noticed it came from an upper book ' shelf. " Oh, " said an old ' fashioned book, as Eileen looked up, " I wish this girl would take me down and read me. I have been here so long in the dust and am so tired. I seem to be quite forgotten. I used to be taken down so often in the old days when people had time to read literature. How different it was when Eileen ' s mother was a girl! The whole family used to come here in the even ' ing and sit around the fireplace and enjoy reading. But now Eileen is the only one out of four girls who seems to enjoy coming here and reading. But she does not like books like me. She only reads modern books like you. They don ' t seem to like literature books any more. My cover is so rich and I have such pretty pictures, but all for nothing! 1431 " Well, my friend, " answered a modern book. " Time changes. Perhaps in twenty years or so I shall be left in the dust like you. See, my cover is not as rich as yours, my pictures are not so pretty as yours either. I may soon be put up like you and stay there for years. " This made Eileen think about it, and soon she reached the upper shelf and took the old ' fashioned book down and started to read it and was quite astonished to find that she liked it even more than the silly story she had just been reading. The old book was very pleased to have found a place again on the table instead of being alone on the dusty upper book shelf, and after this it was happy for ever. Jacqueline DuBois, Form Upper I. Puck in a Classroom lOOR PUCK is not allowed much liberty in these modern times, still be occasionally manages to flee from his forest glades and plays his pranks on innocent mortals. The last time Puck escaped he spent his time in a classroom at Trafalgar. When he entered all was quiet and each girl bent over her books. ' TU soon mend this, " thought Puck wickedly, rolling his eyes. Being invisible has many advantages and Puck, aware of all of them, tweeked the hair of one of the girls. Of course she accused her neighbour of the crime and Puck enjoyed dispute that followed immensely. After a few minutes he moved on. Next he began to tickle and was delighted with his success. Smothered ' ohs ' and giggles which the mistress sternly attempted to check, but in vain. Even the mildest and best behaved girls cannot bear tickling. Puck posi ' tively chuckled aloud in his delight when one girl rolled off her seat. The mistress demanded what the matter was and was told that someone had been tickling her. The mistress ordered the culprit to confess and Puck immediately piped, " I did. " Of course they could see nothing and the girls whispered ' ' Ventriloquism ! " Just then the gong went and promising to take up the matter on the morrow, the mistress departed. The next period was given up to " speeches " and original verse. Puck determined to make the girls speak the uttermost nonsense. The first girl arose and began a discourse on " Why Kings don ' t wear Doughnuts for Crowns. " The mistress murmured, " What nonsense " and ordered her to " be sensible. " Accordingly she changed her subject but it was no use for she began to discuss " Why Honey is not Wax. " The girl retired in disgrace to her desk and another stood up. This one folded her hands and announced " Maiden Meditation: " I saw the little Ford go by, Blue as the sky. I watched a little dog trot on Through the dawn. I gave a little mournful cry. Why should I Slave till morn trying to find The square root? I pined. I dripped a tear upon my book Without a look. I went to bed with no animation. Here endeth meditation. The mistress listened horrified and at the end rebuked the girl for her flippancy which had kept the class in smothered bursts of laughter. " Puck went home feeling very virtuous for amusing them so much. Joyce McKee, Form IIIb. The Gym Demonstration, 1928 fT OWARDS evening on Friday the sixteenth ly of March, had anyone been Hstening, they might have heard a strange rustling in the cup ' board under the platform, where the mat is usually to be found. The Mouse Family were in a state of wild confusion. This was their yearly excursion, and what do you think had happened? Marmaduke Mouse, the eldest son, was down with grippe, and would not be able to see the demonstration. Who was to stay with him, was the momentous question. At last, with much weeping, it was decided that Mr. Mouse should stay with his son, and the rest of the family would go and see the demonstration, and then rush home and tell the invalid all about it. At ten o ' clock the lucky members of the family arrived home, breathless and extremely excited. They all started squeaking at once, and there was a perfect babel of clubs, costumes, ropes, and races. At length Mrs. Mouse col ' lected her scattered senses, and sitting on the edge of her son ' s bed holding his hot paw, she began. " My dear, " said she, " I think it was the best display I have yet seen, but it is lucky that you did not go, as there was a terrible draught (sneeze) ; dear me, I hope that I have not caught cold ! Well, as I was going to say, it began as usual with the smallest girls, who did many wonderful things, and were followed by an exhibition of rope climbing. The girls climbed so high that I could scarcely see them when they reached the top. After drill, there were races, in which the girls hopped between small clubs, that seemed to roll all over the floor. Next there was a very exciting item; about ten girls jumped over a tape which kept rising higher and higher, even the people sitting around the room became excited, and I am ashamed to own that your sister Arabella squeaked loudly more than once. When that was over there was some dancing, which I enjoyed more than anything; more drill and then another very thrilling exhibition. Some older girls jumped, but they held ropes in their hands, and were able to go much higher; at the same time there were some girls swinging on something that I do not know the name of, but it also was very interesting to watch. Then came what I heard someone call the Grand March, and there seemed to be hundreds of girls in this. When they had all marched in they sat down, and someone above us began to speak, so we knew that it was over. " Now, Marmaduke darling, you really must go to sleep, and perhaps next year you will have more sense than to go playing in puddles without your rubber boots before this great occasion. " Betty DeBrisay, Form IIIb. I45l Going Home From School When I leave school in the morning, On a cold and windy day, I do not mind if it ' s storming; For I am happy and gay. I do not mind the weather, For daddy is waiting for me; And we will ride home together, We two, daddy and me. Blue Birds We built a little bird ' house, And waited for a guest. And by and by two blue ' birds Came and built a nest. Margery Simpson, Form I. We waited, and we waited. Until one day we spied Three little baby blue ' birds. With mouths that opened wide. Margery Simpson, ' Form I. O wind, you are so ' strong and free, You sail the ships across the sea. You turn the old mill wheel around, Fm sure there ' s not a place unfound By wind ! You roll the waves at the seas. You toss the apples from the trees. You blow the clouds across the sky And lift the children ' s kites on high, " 1 [ Strong wind ! MiMi Languedgc, Form U. I 4 A Mystery What keeps the rain up in the sky? 0 would that I could fly up high And find out now, before I die, Just how it ' s done, and where, and why, The rain is kept up in the sky. As I gaze up into the sky And see the clouds go floating by, 1 can ' t believe that pretty thing Could so much trouble with it bring. And make the heavens with thunder ring. And what does cause the sudden crashing Did the blanket split, and rain come splashing? Did they turn on a tap or something? Some one tell or let me wing My way, and find out everything. Patricia Mitchell, Form Upper II. My Pekinese I have a little Pekinese, Haven ' t named him yet ; He ' s just the cutest doggie And such an awful pet. He hates to see me leave for school, But loves me to come home ; And feels he is in Heaven When he ' s with me alone. Doris Greethan, Form Upper I. Topsy Turvy Land ETTY had been ill, and had not been out for some time. She was very tired of reading, and was becoming peevish and discontented because she could not go out, and kept repeating that she wished everything was altogether different. She had just gone to bed one night saying this, when she decided to go out for a walk. She got up and dressed and walked out of the gate, giving it a kick, as usual, to open it. Instead of opening, it pinched her foot; when she put her hand on it, it shook hands with her; when she put her back to it, it clasped her round the waist, and waltzed with her out to the pavement. The moment she put her foot on the pavement, it turned into a switchback, on which she could not walk at all unless she walked on her hands and knees. On reaching a particularly high bump she noticed that all the houses were built upside down, with a front door at the top and a lawn hanging over the top of each one. Soon Betty decided that it was time to go home, and seeing a policeman with a helmet on each hand, she asked him the way to Blank Avenue. " Miaow, " said the policeman. " Will you please tell me the way to Blank Avenue? " said Betty. " Baa, baa, " answered the policeman. 147 1 " I beg your pardon, " said Betty, " but please tell me the way to Blank Avenue. " " Moo ' oo, " replied the policeman. " I am afraid you don ' t understand me. I asked the way to Blank Avenue, " sai d Betty. " Would you like to hear my imitation of a train? " asked the policeman. " Isha ' isha ' isha. " At this point Betty turned away in disgust, and tripped over one of the bumps in the sidewalk. Falling with a crash, she woke up and found herself sitting on the floor by the side of her bed. Jean Harvie, Form IIIa. Scotty I have a little dog, and his name is Scotty; one morning when I was dressed, ready for school, the little monkey tore my stocking. That was enough. I ran from the room, and closed the door after me. When I got home after school, he had tumbled down the stairs and hurt his leg. For nine days he limped about, but he ' s better now, and can run about looking for more tricks. Margaret Montgomery, Form I. The Birds The pretty birds all fly away When I want them to come and play. They flap their wings and fly up high. Till they ' re only a wee speck in the sky. I know they ' re frightened and very scared. For they ' d come and play if they only dared. Joan Tooke, Form Remove. l4«l Fairies In the night when all is dark, Under an elm in the city park, Pixies and elves, fairies and sprites, All come out to consider their rights . Margery Simpson, Form I . Schoolgirls All! (With apologies to Henry ?iewholt) Schoolgirls all for Canada ' s sake, " O mother! our holidays ended today. Honour be yours and fame; And a new term has begun; And honour as long as school shall last, I am going to try my level best To Trafalgar ' s peerless name. To have my work well done. Never was schoolgirl gayer than she In French I got ten out of ten, Since holidays first began; And in English full marks I won. And her bonnet to the wind she tossed, As long as I want to go up in June As down Simpson Street she ran. I can see it ' s all work and no fun. ' So here ' s to our school, the best of them all No matter where we roam; There ' s always a spot in our hearts For Trafalgar, our dear old home. Betyt Warden, Form Upper II. ' Z8 CHRDNICLEH 1927— MAY 27TH— FOURTH FORM PLAY— " Le Monde ou Von smnuC " Madame la comtesse de Ceran est ' clle en ce moment au chateau? " JUNE 3RD- GYM. COMPETITION. Senior — Form IVa. Junior — Form II. " Oh, ye Gods, ye Gods ! Must I endure all this! " JUNE 1 5TH— SCHOOL CLOSING. " I feel that I am happier than I know. " SEPTEMBER i6th— SCHOOL OPENING. " School days, school days. Dear old golden rule days. " OCTOBER 7TH— MRS. FLOWER ' S LECTURE ON SHAKESPEARE. " Shik spur, Shik spur, who wrote it? No, I never read Shik spur. " OCTOBER 7TH— MLLE. FRIGARE ' S VIOLIN CONCERT. " In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out. " OCTOBER 21ST TRAFALGAR DAY. PROFESSOR WAUGH ' S LECTURE ON WOLFE. " This was a man. " OCTOBER 24T11 PREFECTS. Helen Ritchie. Pauline Mitchell. |[5ol OCTOBER 28th— FORM IVa HALLOWE ' EN MASQUERADE. " What, are there masques? " NOVEMBER jrd— PREFECTS. Elizabeth Stanway. Marjorie Miller. Eleanor McBride. NOVEMBER 3 rd— HOUSE AND SCHOOL MATCH (School won). " Fight the good fight. " NOVEMBER iqth— MATCH WITH WESTON. " The game is up. " NOVEMBER 25TH— GUIDE BABY PARTY. " Where did you come from, baby dear? " NOVEMBER 26th— MATCH WITH MISS EDGAR ' S. " Tickled with good success. " DECEMBER ist— MATCH WITH STUDY (Trafalgar won). " And to conclude, the victory fell on us. " DECEMBER 2oth— SCHOOL CLOSING. " Give three cheers for this Christmas old. " -JANUARY I iTH— SCHOOL OPENING. " Lagging feet, so slow they go On their way to school, you know. " JANUARY 27TH— HOUSE SKATING PARTY. " A merry time was had by all. " FEBRUARY 6th— MR. CLARKE ' S LECTURE. " The Scripture teaches us the best way of living. " FEBRUARY ioth— MATCH WITH WESTON (Weston won). " O what a fall was there, my countrymen! " FEBRUARY 17TH— MATCH WITH MISS EDGAR ' S (Trafalgar won). " Eye for eye, tooth for tooth, hand for hand, foot for foot. " MARCH 1ST— MATCH WITH STUDY (Trafalgar won). " ' Twas a famous victory. " MARCH 15TH and i6th— GYM. DEMONSTRATION. " What men have done can still be done. And shall be done today. " MARCH 30TH SCHOOL CLOSED. " Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing. " APRIL I ITH SCHOOL OPENS. " Come one, come all. " |[5il APRIL 14TH— HOUSE AND SCHOOL MATCH (Schml won). " When Greek joined Greek, then was a tug of war, ' APRIL aoTH— FORM IVa PLAY " MICHAEL. " " Woof, woof, mother. " MAY 8th — PREFECT. Margaret Dodds. MAY 8th— FINAL CUP MATCH WITH MISS EDGAR ' S. " If we must fall, Let us fall like men. " Missionary Representatives Form Upper VI. — Marjorie Miller Lower VI. — Elizabeth Train Upper V. — Kathlyn Wood Lower V. — Isabel Ewing IVa. — Margaret Hill IVb. — Betty Miner Form IIIa. — Mary Train IIIb. — Evelyn Bryant Upper II. — Joan Henry II. — Anna Thompson Upper I Ssr ' Remove — Frances Brown I. — Jean Scrimger Mission Box Collection Federated Charities $ 60 . 00 The Grace Dart Home 40 . 00 Old Brewery Mission 40 . 00 Labrador Cot 60 . 00 Ruth Barlow Trust Fund 200 . 00 Children ' s Hospital , 140 .00 $5:40.00 The Hallowe ' en Party ON FRIDAY evening, the fourth of November, Form IVa entertained the boarders and the Sixth Form at a delightful Hallowe ' en Party. The Hall was effectively decorated for the occasion with many pumkins, whose luminous faces were most extraordinary and weird ' looking. Orange and black streamers were skilfully arranged across the ceiling in such a way as to add to the rather ghostly and shadowy appearance caused by the flickering lights of the pumkins. However, when the lights were turned up, the scene took on a brilliant aspect, and one could then see a truly startling throng. There were pirates, demure looking French dolls, pages. Raggedy Anns and Raggedy Andys, ladies of almost every century, and people of almost every country. The prizes for the best costumes were awarded to Lilias Shepherd, Jane Trix and Rosamond Perry, many others receiving honourable mention. Refreshments were served, and after the presentation of the prizes, the National Anthem was sung. We were all very grateful to Miss Flicks and Form IVa for a most enjoyable evening; and also to Dorothy Ward, who provided the music for dancing. ]ean Taylor, Form Upper VI. Report of the Guides THIS year in the Honour Flag Competition there were four things to do. Company inspection was the first, and relay race the second. The third was a song sung by the company and acted by chosen guides. The fourth was the keeping of a nature diary for four weeks, each patrol leader had kept one for her patrol. We came third in the contest, which meant we had to lose the Weather- spoon Cup we had all worked so hard to keep. We decided at the beginning of the year to divide the company into two sections, but owing to the fact we could not get a captain to take over the other company we had to wait. In February Mrs. Molson agreed to take a half, so Miss Ibbotson and our two lieutenants drew for the division. The Robin, Chickadee, Goldfinch and Oriole patrols were to be in one with Mrs. Molson as captain and Miss Evelyn Howard as lieutenant. The Thrush, Kingfisher, Cardinal and Barnswallow patrols with Miss Ibbotson as captain and Miss Doreen Harveyjellie as lieutenant were to the 58th company (later the number was changed to 64th). In the competition for Doctor Fairie ' s Ambulance Trophy the sixtyfourth company came eleventh and the fourteenth company came fifteenth. This year the Annual Guide Rally is to be held on May the twelfth. The two Trafalgar companies, also two outside companies, will do the Scottish dance, the Highland Fling. There has been a great deal of good work done in the companies this year, and it is hoped they will have the best of luck in the future. Elizabeth Train, Kingfisher Patrol. The Girl Guides Tour ON JULY 5th, the Guides of nearly every province of the Eastern Dominions, started on a journey to celebrate the Diamond Jubilee of Confederation at a Jubilee Camp held at Victoria, B.C. This is the first large camp of its kind held in the Dominion. When we arrived in Toronto, about fifty more guides and officers joined the train. We left Toronto in the morning, and stopped at Port Arthur and Fort William. I 53 I Thursday 7th, we reached Winnipeg. The first thing we did was to motor out to Rupert ' s Land College for a bath, which we all needed very badly. In the afternoon we visited the beautiful Parliament Buildings, and also old Fort Garry which was one of the Hudson ' s Bay Trading Company ' s principal posts. We arrived at Regina the next morning, were entertained at the Headquarters of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police and were given an exhibition of a musical ride without music. This was a wonderful sight, because the horses are so well trained and very intelligent. Then we had a ride around the city. Calgary was reached on Saturday morning, where we were taken for a drive around the city. The Mayor asked us to stay for the Rodeo on Monday, but we could not on account of our plans. Our journey was resumed in the afternoon, and we arrived at Banff, m the " wonderful Rockies, " with the snow-clad peaks rising against the sky, glaciers hang from the mountain sides, and through the trees you see little sparkling streams running down to the lakes. We had swimming in the Banff Springs Hotel and Government pools. The Guides motored over the different mountain trails, had pony rides, and climbed Tunnel Mountain. We left Banff on Monday morning for Lake Louise, where some of us motored to Moraine Lake; others walked over famous trails to Victoria Glacier and the Lakes m the Clouds. Once more of the way, then came the thrill of the trip through the Kicking Horse Pass and Connaught Tunnel 5 miles in length. Going through the tunnel we all sat out in the observation car, and stopped for a short time at the Great Divide. Vancouver was reached on Wednesday evening. Thursday we changed from the train to the boat for a four hours ' trip to Victoria. At Victoria we were met by Miss E. F. Mara, Provincial Commissioner and Camp Com- mandant. By the time camp had started there were 317 under canvas. During the time in camp, we were kept busy with lectures given by different officers about guiding. Every night we had games and then a camp ' fire. We had many trips around Victoria, we were entertained at the Naval Dockyard, and over the Malahat Drive. Mrs. Butchart entertained us at her wonderful gardens, and we had a swim in the Pacific Ocean. Mrs. Warren on the last evening presented a flag to B. C. Guides, which had flown over a Canadian Girl Guide rest hut in France during the Great War. The evening of July 21st we left camp for our homeward journey. As we went on board, we saw that the Parliament Buildings were lighted in our honour. We arrived in Vancouver on Friday, and spent the morning in driving about the city, which included a trip to Chinatown. The afternoon was spent in a drive about Stanley Park, where we saw some of the largest trees in the world. Nearly all the trees are redwoods and B. C. fir trees, some of them are so tall that you can hardly see the tops of them. One tree is hollowed out and you can stand in it and have your picture taken. Jasper Park was reached on Saturday evening and we spent a wonderful week-end there. Monday afternoon a memorial service was held for Nurse Edith Cavell, which all the Guides attended, and later went up to the mountain which is named after her. We visited Edmonton and Saskatoon on our way horn;. Thursday morning, Winnipeg once more, and we went at once to Minaki on the shore of the Lake of the Woods and spent the day there in walking and boating. In the evening, we had dancing and got on board our special train. We had a fancy dress party on Friday evening in the day coach of the train, a playlet was performed, and then the dining-room staff presented us with two cakes for refreshments. Toronto was reached on Saturday morning, after a wonderful trip to and from the West, where we saw things that we had never thought of before, and I am sure than we will never forget. Jean Darlinc, Form Va. I54l L. Malcolm The Brownies Like the Brownies who play under dark ancient oaks, Who sing and who run and who laugh, Who try to be handy and help other folks — Are the Brownies who frolic at " Traf. " There are seventeen Brownies, some big and some small ; Their Guiders — two owls old and wise; While the Brownies darn stockings, wag flags, throw a ball. The Tawny and Brown Owls advise. Five Brownies are working to get their " first class; " And the others are quite busy too. Their Second Class Tests they are hoping to pass, And the knots are confusing to do. But if you are wanting someone to clean knives. Make a pudding, a message to run, Light a fire, make some tea, knit a scarf, save your lives — The Brownies will see that it ' s done. E. J. Smyth Wood. Michael Matryona Aniuska Simon Michael A Russian Noble . . His servant, Fredka A woman Two children The angels . .Alma Howard Claire McKenzie . .Janet Cameron .Joan Archibald Griselda Archibald, Catherine Hill Griselda Archibald, Catherine Hill, Wilma Howard On Friday evening, April 20th, Miss Hicks ' Form IVa gave a play. Everyone was there prepared to enjoy themselves — and they were not disappointed — for " Michael " turned out to be a great success. As the curtain rose we saw a comfortable-looking Russian woman enter. We were after- wards to know her as Matryona. A little girl, Aniuska, soon joined her, and they prepared their meagre supper while waiting for Simon, who had gone to the nearest town to buy a sheepskin. A short time later he appeared, not with the skeepskin but a stranger, whom he explained he had found almost frozen in the snow. At first Matryona was furious, but her kindliness at last conquered her, and she offered the man a warm drink. As he took the cup from her hand he smiled in a strange far-away fashion, ' ' as if the sun were behind his eyes. " Matryona had never seen such a smile before, and it terrified her, but little Aniuska approached the stranger stretching out her hand in friendship. Thus Michael was established in Simon ' s home. A year passed, and Michael had become Simon ' s assistant in making shoes. He was such a splendid worker that he had become well known, and Simon had many more customers than before. One day a nobleman appeared in a gorgeous carriage. He gave Simon a piece of leather and bade him make a good pair of boots. As he was about to leave he noticed Michael, who was busily engaged in the corner. He approached him and Michael smiled his second odd smile much to the nobleman ' s discomfiture. The same evening a knock was heard at the door. A lady entered with two little girls, one of whom had a " bad leg. " She ordered shoes to be made. During the time the measure was being taken she explained that she had adopted these two children, but loved them as much as if they really belonged to her. When the three strangers left, Matryona stood at the door lighting the path with a lantern. As she re-entered the room Michael was smiling once more. Simon, too, entered, and they begged him to tell them " why his face shines so. " This time Michael answered with these words, " Light shines from me because I have been punished, and now I am forgiven. " On being asked why he had been punished Michael explained that he was really an angel who had disobeyed and had been sent to earth to learn three lessons, namely, " What dwells in man, " " What is not given to man, " and " What men live by. " The first he learnt when Matryona offered him a drink, the second when the rich noble ordered the boots, and the third when the two little girls entered with their foster mother. He had found that the greatest thing in heaven or earth was Love. Gradually the room became dim, and three tiny angels appeared with trumpets. Michael seemed to fade away, and once more Simon, Matryona and Aniuska were left alone in the cottage. " Michael " was over. Everyone had enjoyed it, and we felt that Miss Hicks and the girls must have worked very hard to make it such a success and give us all such a pleasant evening. Ruth Laidley, Form Upper VL C57I The Sixth of ' 28 (With many apologies) Listen, my children, and you shall hear What became of the Sixths that left in the year Of nineteen hundred and twentyeight; And let this be a record to tell of the fate Of the girls who completed their school career. Helen who travelled both far and wide Married, away on the other side, A jolly lovable Scottis h laird, With whom she could ride whenever she cared, Over the heathery hills o ' the Clyde. ' Twill be written about in some future annal That Carol our pride has conquered the channel; She took as her secretary, Margaret, who knew The ways of the countries o ' er which they now flew. Both clad alike in red leather and flannel. Marjorie our " globe trotter " still travels far, And occasionally writes for The Montreal Star. She has almost completed " My Travels in Tales, " And this she has dedicated unto Miss Swales; E. Langford, as lawyer, has been called to the Bar. Pauline who is married we cannot pass by, She has three dumpling babies the pride of her eye; Behind glaring footlights on gay London stages Kathlyn has won fame. And on newspaper pages We read Ellen ' s lessons on how to make pie. In a small country village in old Devonshire, Barbara is leading the village choir; And also we hear she is writing a history, So that history for girls will no more be a mystery, A subject of which many so easily tire. After Jean finished her college career. She became a physician renowned far and near; The nurse she took with her, wherever she went, Was Ruth who on doing her duty was bent. And who it is said no contagion did fear. When she left Traf, Eleanor went on her way, And she has been heard of no more since that day, Except in a newspaper which told us that she Had discovered a species of tropical tree About which she is writing but what I can ' t say. In an uptown ofEce in a swivel chair, Is seated Wenonah who demonstrates there How hair should be long on women today; And Kay, her assistant, helps to portray That the popular women today have long hair. ' Way yonder to India Elizabeth ' s gone, To preach prohibition all the day long. In a Socialist world of Annie we hear Preaching her politics ever more clear, And occasionally finding that she is quite wrong. ' Twas Libbie who scribbled this feeble rhyme, Over which she has now wasted far too much time. She is spending her days in inventing a way To mend basket balls without sending away These most precious objects to some foreign clim.e. And now, my children, you all do know What became of the Sixth who loved you so; And they hope that you will not forget, That they were once at Traf — and yet — Have come and gone as all girls go. Elizabeth Stanway, Form Upper VI. I 59 3 The Sixth of 1927-28 HELEN RITCHIE (1923-28) " For he ' s a jolly good fellow. " Helen is our Head Girl. She is a Prefect, President of Upper VI and Editor of the " Mag. " She is also Secretary of the Athletic Association and has shown great interest in sports, playing hockey, basket ' ball and tennis. Favourite Pastime — Riding. Pet Aversion — Being hurried. Favourite Saying — " Cheerio! " PAULINE MITCHELL (1922-28) " O, he sits high in all the people ' s hearts. ' Pauline has been with us since Form 11 and has always taken a great part in school life. She is a Prefect, Vice ' President of Upper VI and Secretary of the " Mag. " She is also Captain and Head of the House. In sports she excels, having won her T. B. B. and playing on the Form Tennis Team. Favourite Pastime — Telling jokes. Pet Aversion — Rice pudding. Favourite Saying — " Don ' t make me laugh! " ELIZABETH STANWAY (1921-28) ' ' ' ' Worth maXes the man. ' ' ' " Lib " is a Prefect and Vice-Captain. She is our star shooter and has been playing on the team since Fourth Form when she won her T. B. B. She is on the Form Tennis Team and is Advertising Manager of the Magazine. Favourite Pastime — Doggy stories. Pet Aversion — " Joliat. " Favourite Saying — " Yo-ho! " l6o The Sixth of 1927-28 MARJORIE MILLER (1926-28) " My mans as true as steel. ' ' " Marj. " has only been with us a short time, but it did not take her long to win popularity. She is a Prefect, Sub- editor of the " Mag. " and the School Mission Representative. She is also a keen sportsman and a spare on the team. Favourite Pastime — Collecting dogs. Pet Aversion — Turkey. Favourite Saying — " Tra-la. " ELEANOR McBRIDE (1923-28) " The man that blushes is not quite a brute. ' ' Eleanor has been at Traf. since Third Form. She is one of the Prefects and is an ardent Advertising Manager of the Magazine. Favourite Pastime — The loud " ha-ha! " Pet Aversion — Being called " Sally. " Favourite Saying — " How marvellous ! " MARGARET DODDS (1925-28) " The price of wisdom is above rubies. " Margaret came to school three years ago. In Fifth Form she won her T. B. B. and has played on the team for two years. She is a Prefect and Treasurer of the " Mag. " Favourite Pastime — Buying life-savers. Pet Aversion — Any shop — but Batons. Favourite Saying — " You would! " I 61 The Sixth of 1927-28 CAROL ROSS r 1 920- 2.8) " Wit i Atlantean shouldzrs ji t to hear The weight of mightiest monarchies. " Carol came to Traf, in First Form. She is now Cap ' tain, having played a most prominent part in sports ever since she came to Traf. She won her T. B. B. in Fourth Form and has been an unequalled centre on the team for three years. Carol is sports representative on the " Mag. " Com ' mittee and is the best known figure in our athletic world. Favourite Pastime — Sundays (?) and Sundaes! Pet Aversion — Lemons. Favourite Expression — " O Cats. " ELEANOR LANGFORD (1923-28) ' Studious he sate with all his hoo s around. ' ' Eleanor came in Form Upper IL She has taken an active part in Traf. ' s Guide Company, and she is also a member of the Upper Sixth Form Basket Ball team. Favourite Pastime — Guides. Pet Aversion — Dogs. Favourite Expression — " Oigne. " BARBARA FRITH (1923-28) ' ' Aye round about Jov: ' s altar sing. ' ' Barbara came in Upper Second Form. She is a member of the Upper Sixth Form Basket Ball team. Favourite Pastime — Singing in the choir. Pet Aversion — Running for the bus. Favourite Expression — " Oh!!! " I 62 I The Sixth of 1927-28 JEAN TAYLOR (1924-28) " So buxom, hlithe and debonair. ' ' ' ' Jean has been at Traf. since Third Form. She is a good sport and liked by everyone. Favourite Pastime — " Trembles. " Pet Aversion — 8.20 a.m., German class. Favourite Saying — " Hippo ' s hurrying. " KATHLYN STANLEY (1924-28) " Here comes the lady — O so light ayoot. ' ' " Kaye " came to school in Fourth and is the social ' light " of the Sixth Form. Favourite Pastime — " Gadding. " Pet Aversion — Latin. Favourite Saying — None. RUTH LAIDLEY (1924-28) " Thi,s lady doth protest too much, methinXs. ' ' Ruth has been a hard worker ever since she came to Trar. and has always held a high place in class. Favourite Pastime — Bridge. Pet Aversion — " Canadiens. " Favourite Saying — " Yes — but. " I 63 The Sixth of 1927-28 ANNIE ROWLEY (1924-28J " A wise and masterly inactivity. " ' Annie has been with us since Third. She is now a " privileged girl " in the House and Secretary of the House Athletic Association. Favourite Pastime — Quoting. Pet Aversion — " Country Gardens. " Favourite Saying — " It makes me sick, etc. " KATHERINE SEIDENSTICKER (1925-28) ' ' Silence is of the Gods, only rnon eys chatter. ' " Kay " came in Fourth Form, and is one of the few quiet ones of the present Sixth. She is a good student, especi ally in Botany and Maths. Favourite Pastime — Being late. Pet Aversion — French. Favourite Saying — Same as Wenonah ' s. ELLEN READ (1926-28) " Lord, they ' d have taught me Latin in pure waste. " ' Ellen only came last year, but she is a " privileged girl ' in the house. Favourite Pastime — Asking questions. Pet Aversion — Running. Favourite Saying — " D ' you know what! " The Sixth of 1927-28 ELIZABETH LAUGHTON (1926-28) ' ' Casting a dim religious light. " Elizabeth came in Fifth greatly handicapped in some of her studies, but she has worked hard and with good results. Favourite Pastime — Studying. Pet Aversion — Wearing a tunic. Favourite Saying — " I could kick myself. " WENONAH BESWICK (1926-28) " She ' s little hut she ' s wise. ' Wenonah has been with us only a short time, but has d one exceedingly well in all her studies. Favourite Pastime — Blushing. Pet Aversion — Filling ink ' wells. Favourite Saying — None. PHOTOS BY RICE I 65 I Lower Sixth Form Quotations Eileen Mitchell " Not o ' er stepping the bounds of modesty. " Katherine Tooke " Thy spirit, independence, let me share. " Elizabeth Train " We have here, gentlemen, a variable factor. " Constance Mussell " She has wit and fun . " Lois Ballantyne " With youth at the prow and pleasure at the helm. LiLiAS Shepherd " For even though vanquished he could argue still. ' Margaret Crethan " Silence is golden. " Muriel Severs " Thus if little things we may with great compare. ' Elaine Bonner " To dash through thick and thin. " Bertha Stadler " Youth, lighthearted and content. " Dorothy Field " In mathematics he was greater than Tycho. " Margaret Allen " A merry heart goes all the way. " THE HWAiniNIt SHOPS or ORIENTAL GIFTS I Beautifully Hard Em- broidered Linens, Tea Sets, Bridge Sets, Tray Cloths, Lingerie, Laces, Cloisonne Frassware and other Novelties from India China Japan MONTREAL 788 St. Catherine Street West (Tea Room) and 5 Mount Royai Horei Branches: Toronto Ottawa Quebec Niagara Falls, Ont. Saint John, N,B. ' At the shops of a thoiisand-and-one delights " With the Compliments of the GUARANTEED PURE MILK CO. limited 875 St. Catherine Street West uptown 5840 67 Trafalgar Athletic Association Committee Hon. President Miss Gumming Hon. Adviser Miss Bryan Chairman Miss Nicholl Captain Carol Ross Vice ' Captain Elizabeth Stanway Secretary Helen Ritchie Fijth Form Representative Hope Laurie Gymnasium Officers 1927-28 Form Captain Lieutenant Up. VL Carol Ross Elizabeth Stanway Low. VL Eileen Mitchell Elizabeth Train Up. V. Audrey Doble Hope Laurie Low. V. Isabel Ewing Maida Truax IVa. Cynthia Bazin Joan Archibald IVb. Barbara Tooke Betty Miner IIIa. Jane Trix Editha Wood IIIb. Barbara Haydon Elizabeth Kennedy Up. n. Patricia Mitchell Peggy Oliver IL Anna Thompson Mimi Languedoc T T T -D -CD ( Jacqueline Mills Up. 1 — Remove trances Brown { r a 1 Griselda Archibald T T T5 J Jean Scrimger 1. Janet FoRTEOus a [Carol Ayer Games Officers 1927-28 Form Captain Vice-Captain Up. VL Carol Ross (Captain of the School) Elizabeth Stanway Low. VL Margaret Johnson Connie Mussell Up. V. Marjorie Lynch Catherine Robinson Low. V. Clare Bremner Lois Burpe IVa. Alma Howard Joan Archibald IVb. Barbara Tooke Betty Stewart IIIa. Mary Train Norma Roy IIIb. Bi!tty DeBrisay Ruth Massey Up. II. Mary Gordon Mary Cross M, Phyllis Mussell Aubrey Leach Up. 1 Remove Dorehn Dann Jehanne Languedoc I. Barbara Baknard Prudence Porteous 168 1 The Gymnastic Competition 1927 The annual gymnastic competition took place on June 3rd, 1927. The shield was won in the Senior School by Form IVa and in the Junior School by Form II. Miss Cartwright and Miss Wain were kind enough to judge the competition. Each class showed itself to be alert and well trained, and the marks when added were found to be very close. The shield, awarded to the best all round captain in the school, was won by Audrey Doble, captain of Form IVa. Reminiscences of the Demonstration 1928 ON MARCH i6th the annual Trafalgar Gymnastic Demonstration took place. Being door ' keepers, we were in our places at a quarter to eight, neatly arrayed in our " gym. suits. " The performance began with drill by Form I and Upper I. The outstanding feature in this was the very amusing exercise called " rocking horses, " which was done remarkably well. We were so interested in our Traf. Juniors that we almost forgot to open the doors! Then came the balancing, a great trial to all concerned! Although the forms were meant to go out another door we threw open our portals in grand style. This caused much consternation and we received whispered reprimands from the rear. We therefore closed the doors speedily and during the balancing we were so busy wondering if our " faux pas " had been noticed, that we again forgot to open the doors ! Miss Nicholl provided many new and interesting exercises and the various Forms performed their drill with smartness and precision. The dancing consisted of Folk Dances, a Sailors ' Hornpipe, a charming eighteenth century dance, and a scene from the " Babes in the Wood, " which was cleverly represented. The children fell asleep under a tree, which though very effective when stationary, we think would require an expert in furniture moving instead of a doorkeeper to take from one room to another. The audience in their innocence enjoyed the team races, but we doorkeepers sat in fear and trembling lest the bean bags should break as they had done at the rehearsals. However, we were spared the unpleasant task of going down on our knees in front of the audience to pick up the stray beans. There were two prizes to be presented for Jumping. The junior was won by Helen Stewart, and senior by Nancy Stocking. The traditional Grand March and all its accompaniments ended the performance. We found it rather difficult to participate in the marching as our legs had gone to sleep. Clapping was also rather difficult as we had jammed each other ' s fingers several times during the course of the evening. As at the time we were physically unable to applaud our fellow pupils we take this oppot ' tunity of congratulating them on the success of the Demonstration of 1928. The Doorkeepers. Badminton A Badminton Tournament has been started in the II and Upper II Forms. The interest shown in this by the Juniors proves it to be a very popular game. Hockey Very Httle hockey was played this year owing to the mild weather. Hofwever, the rink was appreciated by the girls on fine days. We have to thank Miss Moore for her interest and help to all of us during the winter months. Tennis Last June a very exciting Tennis Game was played between Elizabeth Stanway and Hope Laurie. After splendid and at times brilliant playing Hope Laurie was successful, thereby winning the Tennis Championship of the School. In the Junior School a no less interesting game was witnessed. The finals were played between Barbara Tooke and Patricia Mitchell and resulted in a victory for Barbara. Inter-Form Finals 1927 Upper V won the Cup in the Form Tennis Matches. Elizabeth Stanway and Marjorie Harley were the representatives playing. Tennis Tournament 1928 This year the Tennis Tournament is in progress. In the Junior School the finals are to be played between Anna Stevenson and Beatrice Climo. The Senior Tournament has not progressed so far but is rapidly working towards the finals. The form matches have not yet been played. I 70 1327 BASKET BALL I9t8 House and School Matches This year two games were played between the House and the School. Each resulted in a victory for the School but both were fast games and there was good passing on both teams. In the final game the teams were as follows: House School E. Train, T. Barclay Forwards E. Stanway, B. Tooke P. Mitchell, M. Lynch Centres E. Langford, E. Fairie J. Trix, a. Stevenson Defence M. Dodds, M. Miller Final Inter-Form Match On May 9th the final intet ' form Basket Ball game was played between IVa and Upper VI. Form IVa put up a splendid fight and the game was a fairly fast one. However, the Upper VI proved too strong and won the game 41-12. Basket Ball League This is the second year for the Private Schools ' Basket Ball League. It consists of four schools: Miss Edgar and Miss Cramp ' s School, Weston, The Study, and Trafalgar. Last year Trafalgar was successful in winning every game. This vear the honour belongs to Weston who also have not lost a game. Mrs. Smart, the mother of the present Captain of Miss Edgar ' s School, has presented a cup which is to be played for every year. A smaller cup is also given for the winner to keep. The following is a schedule of the games played this year. Two points are given for a win and one point for a draw. Each school played six games. Three in the Autumn Term, and three in the Winter Term. The Trafalgar Team was as follows: Forwards — E. Stanway, E. Train; Centres — M. Lynch, C. Ross, P. Mitchell; Defence — M. Dodds, M. Johnson. I71I Results of Basketball League Weston Miss Edgar ' s Study Trafalgar Total Weston 2 2 2 12 2 2 2 o 2 O 4 Miss Edgar ' s 0 2 0 Study o O 0 o o O 0 Trafalgar 0 2 2 8 o 2 2 The Weston Game (With apologies to ' ' Casey at the Bat ' ) It looked extremely rocky for Trafalgar ' s team that day, The score was twelve to twenty but ten minutes left to play, And so when Margaret dropped the ball and Marjory did the same, A sudden fear descended on the patrons of the game. Some gave up hope and called it lost, and others tried to smile, And backed the team with all their might, to make it seem worth while. For they knew if Carol got the ball and hastened up the play, The shooters could get six more goals and claim the winning day. But one of our team stubbed her toe and kicked the ball outside, The referee her whistle blew, our hope of victory died. But soon the game was brightened up, when Carol grabbed the ball. To try and pass it on to Lib half way up the hall. For there was strength in Carol ' s arm and a flash was in her eye. And her expression seemed to signal, " Get it in or die. " Two hundred eyes were on her as she looked about for shooters, Two hundred voices bellowed from the gallery of the rooters. And now she shot the ball to Lib, and Libby caught it well, But on the rush to dodge quite free, brave Carol slipped and fell. We thought that she would get right up and go on with the game, But Carol hit the floor so hard, her arm hung limp and lame. Oh ! somewhere in this favoured town, the people shout and cheer. And somewhere folks are happy, and rousing songs we hear. And somewhere men are laughing and somewhere children sing. But there is no joy for " Trafites, " for Carol broke her wing. Helen Ritchie, Form Upper VL I 7 1 -a -a o Q % .s - d " o H o a) CO CQ o Pi j2 Is o ;-• tt O Final Cup Match The final Cup Match with Miss Edgar ' s School was played on May 8th in the M.A.A.A. and resulted in a victory for Miss Edgar ' s, the score being 64-38. The Trafalgar Team was as follows: Forwards — E. Stanway, E. Train. Centres — M. Lynch, P. Mitchell (N. Stocking). Defence — M. Dodds, J. Trix. Throughout the whole game both teams worked hard, but Miss Edgar ' s showed superior skill. The cup was presented by Dr. Donald and given by the Sixth Form of Trafalgar of 22-23. It has been the custom for a number of years for Miss Edgar ' s and Trafalgar to play for a cup. The organization of the Basket Ball League, however, has put an end to this. We are sorry that we could not keep the cup, but the splendid combination of our opponents was not to be equalled and the cup was won by a most deserving team. At half-time the cup for the League games was presented by Miss Edgar to Weston School. There was a large audience and representatives from the four schools were present. Team Criticisms, 1927-28 The Team — Has worked hard and done very well all through the year. We are sorry to lose Carol and Elizabeth after their long and splendid record on the team. Carol Ross — T. B. B., Captain. An excellent centre-defence and a great loss to the team after her unfortunate accident. Elizabeth Stanway — T. B .B., Vice-Captain. An excellent shot and a reliable member of the team. Elizabeth Train — T. B. B. Has practised diligently and on the whole has shot exceedingly well. Margaret Dodds — T. B. B. A keen and hard ' working guard and generally a dependable player. Marjorie Lynch — T. B. B. Has been a very useful centre player, but should try to make her shooting stronger. Pauline Mitchell — T. B. B. Has made a splendid substitute in Carol ' s place, making steady progress throughout the year. Margaret Johnson — T. B. B. While on the team was a thoughtful and reliable player. Jane Trix — Has filled the position of guard very well during the last term. Trafalgar Athletic Association Balance Sheet 1927-28 RECEIPTS EXPENDITURES By Balance May 1927. . . Half-yearly Subscription 1927. . Sale of Tennis Balls 1927 Subscriptions 1928 Interest at Bank Sale of Stripes and Tennis Balls $ 472.52 Balance .97 $ 473.49 S 473.49 I 74 1 I 41.03 To Skating Rink expenses 1927 $ 76.20 140.00 Skating Rink expenses 1928 69.60 8.95 Hockey expenses 26.20 233.00 Tennis expenses 114.55 1.40 Basket Ball expenses 52.43 49.11 Gymnasium expenses 97.04 Croquet expenses .60 Cups and engraving 19.80 Brackets for cups 10.00 Stamps and Stationery 3. 10 Quotations for the House Section Pauline Mitchell Annie Rowley Ellen Read Carol Ross Elizabeth Train LiLLiAS Shepherd Dorothy Field Eileen Mitchell Marjorie Lynch Helen Mylks Barbara Mackay Elizabeth Elliott Margaret McEwen TiiH House " Sport that wrinkled care derides And laughter holding both his sides. " " Some for renown on scraps of learning dote, And think to grow immortal as they quote. " " Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw. " " Let us do, or die. " " And virtue is her own reward. " " Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears. " " I am sure care ' s an enemy to life. " " So light a foot Will ne ' er wear out the everlasting flint. " " Still to be neat, still to be drest As going to a feast. " " The voice was ever soft, gentle and low; An excellent thing in woman. " " Nods and becks and wreathed smiles. " " Brevity is the soul of wit. " " I would do what I pleased, and doing what I pleased,n should have my will, and having my will, I should be contented. " " What we are, we are. " 1176 1 Extracts from a Trafalgar Diary (With apologies to Samuel Pepys) September i2th — Awakened betimes this morning by Mistress Betty Turner a-singing. Poor wretch! her voice is quite flat and likes me little. After breakfast, with much ado, the walk left the house. My partner, a Mistress Perry, was a shy young thing which did disappoint me as I was inclined to talk. Howbeit I told her of my home, which seemed to please her mightily; poor wretch! she has seen little of life. Was sorely vexed, on going over to school, to find my French and Latin weak; but am resolved to apply myself diligently to these subjects. In the evening, when unpacking, did find I had left my tooth brush and bedroom slippers at home, which did disturb me somewhat. And so to bed, talking and laughing the while. September ijth (Friday) — The older girls did tell me to-day that Friday, 13th, is unlucky, the which, with many more of their superstitions, I cannot bring myself to believe. To walk with Mistress Pauline Mitchell after breakfast. She is the head girl and we did walk alone, which pleased me mightily. To home and to school. Before dinner to the Assembly Hall where Mr. Blair did give us all a lesson in singing. I found many of the girls to have voices good beyond my imagination, and so was much pleased. In the evening we did all go the drawing room where we sat for some time listening to the orthophonic which has just lately arrived. We did hear Valse Triste, Hungarian Rhapsody, Berceuse from Jocelyn, and m any others, which are the best that ever I heard, and so to bed. September 14TH — We did all sleep a half hour longer this morning, as is the custom, it seems, on Saturdays. After breakfast, did spend some time tidying and mending my clothes, especially my stockings which are in holes already, a fact which does distress me. In the afternoon out with my father until after supper, which gave me much satisfaction. We did go to see ' ' The Merchant of Venice " acted, the which I enjoyed above all my expectations. So home, where I did find many changes since I left, whereat I am not altogether pleased. Did hear all that had befallen since my going away, talking much the while about my experiences at school until it was time to leave, the which I was loth to do. So back to school and to bed with much mirth. September i th (Lord ' s Day) — To church in the morning to St. George ' s where we did hear Canon Gower-Rees, an excellent preacher. So home to dinner, the which I did thoroughly enjoy. In the afternoon to Bible Class and then to write letters to my friends, a business which I dislike intensely. After supper to church once more where we did find a large congregation. To home and to bed in silence. September i6th — In the evening getting ready for supper, a message came that we were going to hear Colonel Lindbergh, at which there was much excitement. After a hearty meal we did all go to Windsor Hall and saw Colonel Lindbergh come in, where wonderful how much com- pany there was to hear him. He did tell us little of his own experiences but spoke much on the future of aviation which did interest me mightily. After his had finished, we all went to shake hands with him and so back to school, where we have talked of nothing but Lindbergh since. September 17TH — To-day I did take time to cast up my accounts, and find that I have spent above $5.00 since I came, which troubles me. I am therefore resolved to be less extravagant, so that I may have the wherewithal to pay my laundry every Saturday. In the afternoon did play a game of tennis with Mistress Mackay, and found her to be an excellent player, which pleased me. In the evening Miss Cumming sent for the girls of the fifth and sixth forms to say we could all go to a concert after supper. This morning was sent me my new ' ' simple white ' ' the first of its kind that ever I did have in my life. I did therefore put it on and go down to supper feeling mighty fine. Anon to the concert after much ado and excitement which seemed extraordinary to me. Did hear Myra Hess, the world ' s greatest pianist, to play the finest music that ever I did hear, and if I hear no other better in my life, shall not be greatly surprised. So home and to bed. I have been at school now five days and like it well, whereof I am mighty thankful. Marjorie Lynch, Form Upper V. f 77I If I Were a Soldier rd like to be a soldier, And have a real gun; I ' d do as my big brother did, Go and fight the Hun. When I get over there, rd have a real fight; Yes, and we would make them Give us what was right. If I were a soldier. Out on the battle ' field, rd fight so hard the enemy Soon would have to yield. When I am m the trenches, rd often think of Mum; And when the war is ended, Triumphant home I ' d come! Anna Stevenson, Form Upper II. The House Entertainment ON JANUARY the twenty-seventh the House gave a Skating Party. The staff and about seventy-five girls were asked. By eight o ' clock everybody was on the ice and the party was in full swing. The evening was lovely and the ice could not have been better. At ten o ' clock after a great deal of fun on the ice, the guests were taken into the dining-room. There awaited a crackling fire and nice hot soup. The girls gathered in groups about the fire and talked until one girl began to play some dance music. The party broke up at eleven o ' clock, and all the girls lined up to say good-night after a very enjoyable evening. Dorothy Field, Form Lower VI. Sir Douglas Sir Douglas is a thoroughbred, . The best dog in the " Dorm, " All day he sits upon my bed, ■ " " never looks forlorn. 7 ( ' li P f nS. With ambitious Prudence and Lady Claire i ' 9 III doesn ' t dare, P ' ImIN smiles at Raggedy Ann, ' ' And passes the time as best he can. I ' V Now Prudence is a charming cat, But once she at Sir Douglas spat, , And though that fight soon was over, n 1 n y " never will recover. V . A L S His hair is often brushed by Jane, . . , , But she forgets again and again; I ' | L I ■ ' " ow he looks a perfect fright, L I Waiting for her to set him right. Z , , C 9 t So there he sits in disordered beauty Til! Jane remembers her forgotten duty. S»v T]ou )lfl4 Barbara Glassco, Form IVb. T«.xr4cM « f 7«]1 A Boarder ' s Day At quarter past seven the rising bell goes, We all get up and put on our clothes. When energetic enough we feel, We jump in a cold bath, and Oh, how we squeal! Soon afterwards the devotion bell rings, A mistress comes to the door, and says, " All ready, good morning, but tidy your things. " In ten minutes we hear the breakfast gong sound. We form in a line, and downstairs we bound. When breakfast is over to our rooms we go, To dress for the morning walk, you know. Then out through the house door streams the line. The sixth forms lead, ' tis a privilege fine. The mistress walks at the v ery end With the juniors beside her, their manners to tend When the walk comes in to school we go. Of course our lessons we always know(?) When we hear the last gong ring Our books in our study desks we fling. ' Tis dinner time now, and how hungry we are; What wouldn ' t we give for a chocolate bar. After our dinner time is past. We usually bound up the stairs quite fast; Then we rest to our heart ' s content. And again we walk to a great extent. For the next two hours we study hard. But occasionally we will write a card. About five to six our baths we take. Then ourselves ready for tea we make; After supper again to study we go. But this time only for an hour or so; When It is warm to the garden we saunter, And about the paths we wander. Now it is time to go to bed. And, after our prayers are said. The mistress in our door does peep. And says, " Good night, " go right to sleep. " M. Anderson and C. Mullen, Form II. 179 1 Midnight ! JT IS midnight in Trafalgar ' s upper dormitory. All is still but the roaring of a cold, ghostly wind outside. You awaken to hear a rustle behind you. You lie there paralyzed with fear, afraid to move lest you would feel a hand reach out and hold you. A creak! Certainly that was your curtain being slowly pulled aside. You make an effort to turn over quickly, but nothing happens. Another creak! You summon all your courage and make a turn which brings you safely to your other side, and find to your great relief no one there. You settle down to sleep again when out in the hall you hear a faint rustle. This assures you that something is prowling about some ' where outside your cubicle, and that you are the only one awake, so you call out feebly, " Is any one awake? " No answer. " Is anyone awake? " Still no answer. Well, you can ' t go to sleep, unless someone else is awake, so " Is anyone awake? " Ah! sjsern svcassus alit, from the other end of the dormitory comes a " What ' s the matter with you? " That is enough, someone else is awake and you sail back contentedly into dreamland. Jane Trix, Form IIIa. The Orthophonic We ' re going to have a great surprise. This news amongst the boarders flies: It is so high and doesn ' t walk. It doesn ' t breathe and yet can talk. What can it be? When will it come? Whene ' er it does we ' ll have some fun. One day when Anna at her lesson Heard a noise she tried to listen. But all she heard was a crackling sound Of the paper that was around her wound, And the melodious voice of that great man Who taught a mistress how it ran. That night as we lay fast asleep A sound arose from out the deep. Soft music from a sphere afar. Not like one hears in Trafalgar, For it was gentle, sweet, the kind Made by only a master mind. At eight ' fifteen Wednesday night The boarders saw that wondrous sight, But all we did was sit and stare. More wonderful than Frigidaire, More monstrous e ' en than Toby Dick, Is our envied, cherished Orthophonic. Pauline Mitchell, Form Upper VI. I Hoi The Guides Baby Party K N INVITATION from the Guides to a party! How exciting. It said that we were to go ,y dressed as children under five. That evening many juniors were relieved of various articles of clothing. We went up to the gym at the appointed time; big girls and little girls, all dressed, more or less, alike. The gymnasium was very attractively decorated to represent a children ' s nursery. There were little curtains on the windows, there were toys and animals here and there, and to complete the scene there were girls dressed as children ' s nursemaids. The programme was a very pleasing one. There were lots of funny games which were enjoyed by everyone and, best of all, there was a Punch and Judy show which was splendidly performed by two girls. After this a very funny play was put on. This was followed by the Grand March in which were children in many different costumes such as sailor boys and girls and Babes in the Wood and others. One prize was awarded to Betty Carter, who was dressed as a real baby. Another prize was given to Lorraine Ward, who was dressed as Alice in Wonderland. This was followed by a sing ' song and everybody heartily joined in. This delightful party was ended by singing God Save The King, after which the " babies, " sleepy but happy, went home to bed. Helen Mylks, Form Upper V. The Afternoon Walk Break, break, break, At the foot of the hill, O Line! Don ' t get in the way of vehicles. And be sure to watch the time. Oh, well for the lucky skiers. That ski on the mountain high ! 01% well for the happy riders. That laugh and pass us by ! On, on up the mountain. Where we go for an hour ' s walk, Some girls seem sad and lonely. But others like to talk. Line up, Hne up, with speed, At the foot of the hill, O Line! Be quick and get back to school. For there ' s very little time. Anna Stevenson, Form Upper II. The Stranger in the Drawing Room AM the piano in the house drawing room. 1 have travelled a great deal and I hope to spend my last days peacefully at Traf. Not very long ago my rival came to Trafalgar. When he first came I had no idea what he could be; but now I know all about him. He is an Orthophonic gramophone. He is a very beautiful instrument of his kind, and is said to have a very good tone. The night of his arrival the girls were so thrilled and happy, that they wished to have a concert right away. The next evening no one was there to manage my rival and everyone was disgusted when I had to be the substitute. " Oh dear, the Piano, " " I wish we could have the Orthophonic, " were some of the remarks I heard. The thing I resent most is how interested the girls are in the Orthophonic, and seem to have forgotten all about me. I should not be jealous, but one can hardly blame me. Last night my rival spoke to me, he said : " I have been nervous about speaking to you because you look so cross; what have I done to make you angry? " This was naturally a very embarrassing question for me to answer. One does not feel inclined to tell a younger and inferior being that one is jealous. But I decided to be perfectly frank and I told him just how I felt towards him. " Why my good friend how foolish of you to feel that way. The mistresses trust you more than they do me, the girls are not even allowed to touch me when they are alone. I am only an interpreter of music. I am not a real instrument. I only repeat what has already been played, while you are the genuine instrument and a very good one at that. Naturally the girls enjoy listening to me because Miss Gumming and Miss Bryan selected such lovely pieces for me to play. " From this speech of the Orthophonic ' s I saw how generous he is and we have become fast friends. I see now we are both for different occasions and that we are both of equal value in our own spheres. We intend to converse together every night and we have agreed that we are equally liked by the girls and the mistresses. Barbara Mackay, Form Lower V. A Speck of the Motley I am a clown by occupation. It is in life my only station; I came when twenty to Montreal, Just looked around first of all. But when I saw my pile was low, I joined me on to this great show. IVe been here now for forty years. My songs have banished many tears; Acting the fool even when sad. Just to make some stranger glad ; Now Lm old and can ' t dance _round. No work on earth for me is found. ' Tis sad to be a passe down. To be the oldest in the town; My life has been a funny one, I realise now that it is done; I can ' t help feeling sort of down. And wish I was not just a clown. But though I ' m just a stale old joke. There ' s comfort in what I did for folk; And may be when I come to die, rU have a place in Heaven on high; Perhaps I ' ll make the angels smile. When they ' re distressed by worldly guile. Pauline Mitchell, Form Upper VI. 18 1 House Celebrities of 1928 Best Sport Most Optimistic . Most Pessimistic . Cheeriest Noisiest Quietest Funniest Most Original . . . Most Industrious Most Popular . . . Marjorie Lynch Jane Trix Annie Rowley .Betty Turner Phyllis Green ■ Helen Blaylock Rachel Murchison Barbara Mackay Mary Train Pauline Mitchell TJie Trafalgar Policeman On MacGregor Street stands a policeman tall To guide the traffic by, And on the Trafalgar boarders He lends a watchful eye. On mornings when they heave in sight, He calmly stops the maze, And they do all so proudly cross Under his careful gaze. He is a man of forty-five. And pleasant to behold. With twinkling eyes, and a cheery smile. That bright thoughts do enfold. And if we worry deeply. Over a Latin test, The policeman on the corner. Just fills our hearts with zest. We know he ' s there to watch us. That no danger we may meet. And we always put our trust in him, As we do cross the street. Some day I ' d like to thank him. As he stands there full of cheer. To wish him just the best of luck For many and many a year. Margaret McEwen, Form Lower V. I have a little list, I have a little list, Of the boarders in our midst, Who never would be missed; No, they never would be missed! There ' s the person who is clever. And who makes us want to fly. Who " knows that we could do it. If we ' d only really try. " I Have a Little List 1 83 1 There ' s the person who asks questions, And who never knows the lime; She ought to be included In this worthy little rhyme. There ' s the person who at dawning, From the covers gaily springs, And shouts out merry little songs. Until the " Lower " rings. And then upon my list I have the pessimist. She never would be missed; No, she never would be missed ! Annie Rowlfy, Form Upper VI. House Alphabet A is for Annie, our critic most wise, B is for Betty, our biggest in size. C is the cat, whose kittens we love, D is the dentist, whom we hear plenty of. E is for Evelyn, the babe of the House, F ' s the fire ' drill as quiet as a mouse. G is the fruit whose wave length is long, H is the House to which we belong. I am the one who ' s writing this thing, J is for Jane who someday may sing. K is the kitchen where Jessie doth rule, L is for " Lower, " THE dorm, of the school. M is for Mitchell, of these we have three, N is the noise which never should be. O ' s our Orthophonic, beloved by all, P ' s the piano, where false notes oft fall. Q is the quiet, which never is found, R is for Rowley and Rachel and round. S is the soap we leave in the sink, T is the tea which some of us drink. U is the " Upper, " well ' known of old, V is the " Vicks " we use for a cold. W ' s for " We, " where we read about Lindy, X is for Xmas, when the weathei is windy. Y is for young, which we all are I ' m sure, Z is for zero, our bath ' s temperature. Pauline Mitchell, Form Upper VI. 184 1 I Trafalgar House Athletic Association HE annual meeting of the Trafalgar House Athletic Association was held on the 4th of October, 1927. The committee was chosen as follows: Honorary Adviser Miss Gumming Chairman Miss Nicholl Captain Pauline Mitchell Vice ' Captain Marjorie Lynch Secretary-Treasurer Annie Rowley Convenors I Eileen Mitchell [Elizabeth Train Basketball As yet only two matches have been played between the House and School. The first match was played November 3rd and resulted in a victory for the School, the score being 43 ' 39. The House team was as follows: Shooters — Elizabeth Train, Evelyn Boughton Centres — Eileen Mitchell, Marjorie Lynch Guards — Barbara Mackay, Margaret Johnson The second match, which also resulted in a victory for the School, was played on April 14th, the score being 49 ' 36. The House team was as follows: Shooters — Elizabeth Train, Theo Barclay Centres — Pauline Mitchell, Marjorie Lynch Guard — Anna Stevenson, Jane Trix Tennis A great deal of tennis was played this year, especially in the first term. The senior tennis tournament has not been completed yet, but the junior finals were played between Mary Gross and Patricia Mitchell. The match ended in a victory for the former. On September the 27th a tennis match was played between the House and School. The match resulted in a victory for the House. The House team was as follows: Pauline Mitchell Marjorie Lynch Eileen Mitchell Elizabeth Train A match was played between the Mistresses and Girls of the House on the 15th of October. The match ended in a victory for the Staff. The teams were : Miss Wood Eileen Mitchell Miss Nicholl Pauline Mitchell On the 1 3th of March, House stripes were awarded to the seven girls whom the committee considered to have shown the best spirit in games and other House activities. They were: PAULINE MITGHELL ELIZABETH TRAIN JANE TRIX MARJORIE LYNGH EVELYN BOUGHTON MARY TRAIN BARBARA MAGKAY Last June, House stripes were awarded to the following girls: LILIAS SHEPHERD HELEN BLAYLOGK EVELYN BOUGHTON PATRIGIA MITGHELL Merit Badges House badges were awarded on June the 15th to the three girls who had shown the best spirit and ability in the House games. The winners were: KATHRYN STANFIELD EILEEN MITGHELL PAULINE MITGHELL f 85I USIC ramei Le Monde ou Ton s ' Ennuie LA QUATRIEME CLASSE a presente une piece Tannee derniere a Tecole. Elle etait intitulee " Le Monde ou Ton s ' ennuie, " comedie en trois actes par Edouard Pailleron. II y avait quinze personnages — Roger de Ceran Kathryn Wood Bellac Marian Wilson Paul Raymond Gretchen Tooke Saint ' Reault Nancy Archibald Frangois • Betty Butler Des Millets Jean Darling La Duchesse de Reville Anne Byers La Comtesse de Ceran Greta Larminie Suzanne de Villiers Audrey Ellis Lucy Watson Jean Brodie Jeanne Raymond Audrey Doble Madame de Loudin Betty Vaughan Madame Arriego Lorraine Ward La Baronne de Boines Catherine Robinson Une femme de chambre Ruth Seely C ' est Thistoire de Suzanne de Villiers, une jeune fiUe qui se sauve du couvent et vient demeurer avec la duchesse de Reville. La comtesse de Ceran, la niece de la duchesse, est tres a cheval sur Tetiquette et elle n ' aime pas Suzanne, petite fille " etourdie et bavarde. " La duchesse veut que Suzanne se marie avec Roger de Ceran, et la comtesse ne le veut pas. Paul Raymond veut etre prefet, et il vient avec Jeanne sa femme passer quelques jours chez la Comtesse de Villiers. Lucy Watson est une anglaise savante qui veut se marier avec Bellac, un professeur ! La piece se termine heureusement par la mariage de Roger avec Suzanne et de Bellac avec Lucy. La duchesse dit que Paul sera prefet. Mile Juge a bien choisie les personnages et elle nous a beaucoup aidees a preparer cette piece. Nous avons eu beaucoup de plaisir en la preparant et nous pensons que nos invites Font appreciee. 186 1 A Morning Musicale ON FRIDAY, October 7th, we all had a very pleasant surprise. When we went up to the Assembly Hall as usual for singing class, we found that Mr. Blair had brought with him Mile Frigare, a violinist who has been spending the winter in Montreal. Instead of the usual lesson we had a delightful half ' hour which went all too quickly. We are very grateful both to Mile Frigare and to Mr. Blair for giving us such a treat. Marjorie Lynch, Form Upper V. Songs of the Hebrides ON NOVEMBER 14th we were honoured very much by a small concert given by Miss Marie Thomson, a Scottish soprano, accompanied by Miss Jean Buchanan. Miss Thomson has made a study both of the inhabitants and of the songs of the Hebrides and has given herself up to the singing of these delightful songs. This concert was, perhaps, of a character not yet experienced by many of us, but this fact only served to make it more enjoyable. Apart from the fact that Miss Thomson ' s soprano voice is a beautiful one, we found that she had " caught the feeling " of the songs so well that we felt right in the heart of the Hebrides when she sang. Before each song she explained the subject of her song, and so, although we could not understand the Scottish dialect, we felt that we knew each word she sang because of beautiful expression and previous explanation. The inhabitants of the Hebrides are very fond of singing, and their songs are of a peculiar nature. They sing while they work, and have a different song for the many different things they do. They sing weird songs during such events as storms and great happenings, and they also sing songs about the sea. During these songs, one almost hears the wind raging and the sea beating against the shore. Of such a character, therefore, are the songs of the Hebrides. All through them runs a certain odd strain which we like because it is different from our music. Although, perhaps, the main attention was fixed upon Miss Thomson ' s singing, yet we cannot help realising what great support was given her in her singing by Miss Buchanan at the piano. The two seemed to work together jin perfect harmony, and we may easily say that Miss Thomson ' s success was to be shared by Miss Buchanan. We hope sometime soon that Miss Thomson and Miss Buchanan will come back to us. B. Frith, Form Upper VI. Myra Hess and Yelly d ' Aranyi ON FEBRUARY the first we went to Windsor Hall, and it is not often one hears two such great artists as Myra Hess and Yelly d ' Aranyi give a joint recital. Myra Hess has the reputation of being the greatest woman pianist, and it was fascinating to watch the power she had over the keynotes. Yelly d ' Aranyi showed brilliant technique, and her exquisite touch on the violin sometimes sounded as rich as a ' cello. The programme began by both artists playing Schumann ' s " Sonata in A Minor. " Myra Hess ' first selection was " Papillons, " also by Schumann, which she played with a light, expressive touch. Her second group were " El Puerto, " a lively, modern, Spanish piece by Albeniz, " La Maja et le Rossignol, " a sad melody by Granados, and " Dance Rituelle du Feu, " a crashing brilliant piece composed by De Falla, which Miss Hess interpreted so well that you could almost feel a roaring fire around you. Yelly D ' Aranyi ' s first solo was " Chaconne, " by Bach, which was loudly applauded, followed by " Tsigane, " written especially for Miss d ' Aranyi by Ravel, a piece which showed to the best advantage, her skill as a violinist. Both artists were very generous with their encores. They finished their programme by " Sonata in A Major, " a composition by Brahms, which was splendidly played, and as the last note sounded there was a silence followed by a deafening applause. Rachel Murcheson, Form IVa. I87I Library Fund The following girls have each subscribed a dollar or over for our new Library. We take this opportunity of thanking them for their generous contributions. Nancy Stocking Elizabeth Laughton Eleanor Langford Lola Byrd Joan Henry Jane Trix Amy Archibald Evelyn Boughton Mary Poe Ruth Laidley Mary Malcolm Hope Laurie Shirky Stevenson Audrey Shaw Jean Taylor Betty Miner Katherine Seidensticker Nora Miner Sylvia Fosbery Alison McBride Catherine Robinson Eleanor McBride Marguerite Reward Nancy Murray Mary Gordon Ruth Oliver Mary Wesbrooke Wenonah Beswick Helen Blaylock Joyce Frazee Margot Seely Elizabeth Elliott Barbara Frith Betty Butler Helen Ritchie Audrey Shearer Elizabeth Train Vivian Walker Mary Cross Betty Stewart Lorraine Ward Catherine Carvell Kathryn Wood Jehanne Languedoc Greta Larminie Megan Owen Mary Strachan Emily MacGowan Marion Wilson Katherine Cameron Beatrice Harvey Elizabeth Cameron Gretchen Tooke Evelyn Bryant Elizabeth Stanway Margaret Stewart Ann Sweeny Helen Stewart Vivian Stewart Patricia Plant Anna Stevenson Jean Tyre Laurel Soper Barbara GrifEn Lorraine Slessor Nancy Archibald Joyce McKee Audrey Ellis Barbara Haydon Ellen Read Betty DeBrisay Margaret Mcintosh Betty Brookfield Kathleen Usher Ruth Simpson Kathleen Stanley Margaret Allen Beatrice Climo Alma Howard Elizabeth Kennedy Jacqueline Mills Ruth Massey Millicent Velio Marjorie Evans B tty Turner Phyllis Green Margaret Anderson Peggy Chapman Lois Burpe Joan Bann Peggy Oliver Audrey Doble Elizabeth Cristman Betty Yates Catherine Mullen Betty Trow Marjorie Lynch Lenore Stanley Carol Ross Jean Darling Helen Hendry Jocelyn Bruce Anne Byers Rachel Murchison Barbara Mackay Janet Cameron Betty Forbes Eloise Fairie Jacqueline Du Bois Phyllis Durant Lilias Shepherd Joan Archibald Marjorie Miller Catherine DufF Dorothy Haydon Olive Cameron Patricia Hodges Theo Barclay Phyllis Mussell Claire Mackenzie Anna Thompson Jane Seelv Betty Williamson Lois Malcolm Betty Miller Jocelyn Cox Dorothy Wood Jvlarjorie Simpson Helen Shaw Julia Penniman Dawn Ekers Janet Porteous Marion Ekers Gail Hodges Audrey Grafton Carol Ayer Betty Ryan M argaret Jvlontgomery Kathlyn Ryan Eleanor Lane Jvlimi Languedoc Phyllis Morrissey Helen Ivludge Evelyn Stevenson Constance M ussell Barbara Barnard Eileen Mitchell Prudence Porteous Pauline fvlitchell Ivlarjorie Jones Patricia Mitchell Barbara Peck Annie Rowley Janet Harrington Margaret Dodds Barbara White Maida Truax Betty Douglas Lorraine Mowat Rosamond Perry OLD GIRLS Ethel Renouf Glen Cameron Lois Ballantyns Jane Howard Muriel Severs Hazel Howard Betty Hurry Evelyn Howard As we go to press new contributions are coming in which we will acknowledge in our next number. I 89 I McGILL Nine Trafalgar girls obtained their full matriculation into McGill last June. They were as follows: Margaret Cameron, Mary Hill, Isobel Holland, Margaret and Florence Bell, Hazel Howard, Kathryn Stanfield, Celeste Belnap and Betty Wood. The " Trafalgar Scholarship " was awarded to Mary Hill (78%), though Margaret Cameron led the list with 82%. First year — Mary Hill, Janet Smart, Marjorie MacKinnon, Alice Gilmore, Hazel Howard, Kathryn Stanfield, Doreen Harveyjellie, Isobel Holland, Celeste Belnap, Marian Brisbane and Dorothy Ward (Music). Second year — Jean Macalister, Beatrice Howell, Eileen Fosbery, Elizabeth Tooke, Phyllis Dobbin and Gertrude Neighorn (Music). Third year — Gwen Roberts, Ruth Whitley, Eunice Meekison, Ernestine Ellis, Marjory Doble, Eileen Peters, Norah Sullivan and Jane Howard. Partials — Evelyn Howard. Blair Tatley has completed her first year in the McGill School of Physical Education. Marguerite Benny is the first of the Old Girls to take the course in the new Library School at McGill, and has won a Prize for Library Administration and in the History of Books and Libraries. Kathleen Perrin is also doing Library work. Fourth year — As we go to press the results of the final examinations are announced as follows : Beatrice Carter, Marian Ross, Frances Prissick. Olive Scobell — Honours in History. Jean Worden — Bachelor of Household Science. Gwen Roberts was a member of the Women ' s Intercollegiate Debating Team, and spoke successfully in Montreal against the Toronto team. Beatrice Carter won the Individual Sports Championship at College this winter. Ruth Whitley won a cup for all-round sportsmanship. Jane Howard won a Third Year Scholarship. GIRL GUIDES Helen Ogilvie and Aileen Ross are District Captains. Beatrice Carter, Evelyn Howard, Jean Worden, Helen Drummond, Doreen Harveyjellie, Phyllis Ross and Jane Howard are Guiders in city companies. Sallie Starke is a Brown Owl. lyol Evelyn Howard and Vivian Jenkins are Tawney Owls. Isobel Holland has been training for officership as a cadet. Ruth Starr is an officer in New Brunswick. Helen Ogilvie has gone to Buda-Pest to an International Conference of Guides with Mrs. Duggan this spring. TEACHING Phyllis Jamieson has continued to teach music during the past winter. Alice Mackinnon is teaching in one of the Montreal schools. Muriel Bedford ' Jones is a member of the staff of St. Helen ' s School, Dunham, Quebec. Helen Macgregor has continued her work at the Mount Royal Business College. Alice Bissett has continued her History work at " The Study. " Dorothy Russell is gym. instructress at Connaught School. Nora Collyer has continued her art work at Trafalgar. JUNIOR LEAGUE Among the members of the Junior League are a great many Trafalgar Old Girls. They are as follows: Pauline Aikman, Eileen Anderson, Marian Baile, Mrs. Baillie (Mary Bishop), Mar ' guerite Barry, Eleanor and Muriel Bazin, Mary Beard, Mrs. Benson (Kay Taylor), Mrs. Acer (Eleanor Bishop), Margaret Bruce, Kathleen Buchanan, Margaret Campbell, Mrs. Winter (Muriel Carsley), Athol Carter, Margaret Cleghorn, Eleanor Cowans, Mrs. Crocker (Amy Read), Catherine Crombie, Mrs. Currie (Louisa Napier), Doris Daniels, Mrs. Dawes (Osla Cains), Helen Drummond, Mrs. Drummond (Eli2;abeth Sise), Marjorie Ellis, Louisa Fair, Katherine Falconer, Mrs. Ferrabee (Roba Dunton), Patsey Fisher, Mrs. Fortier (Mollie Davie), Violet Gillett, Margot Grindley, Agnes Hill, Marjorie Hulme, Helen Hunter, Jean and Phyllis Jamieson, Winnifred Kydd, Marie Luther, Betty Mudge, Mrs. McGill (Margaret Williamson), Mrs. V ilkes (Margaret Mackenzie), Margaret Mackenzie, Mrs. Nelles (Frances Lloyd), Frances Newman, Catherine Nicholl, Made ' laine Nicoll, Mrs. Notman (Grace Williamson), Helen Ogilvie, Isabel Oliver, Gerda Parsons, Margaret and Betty Robertson, Grace Rowley, Marjorie Rutherford, Christine Slessor, Marian Smith, Betty Stroud, Mrs. Sutherland (Harriet Birks), Margaret Torrence, Hilda Trower, Con ' stance Walcot, Frances and Ruth Walker, Elsie Wallis, Betty Wardwell. Ruth Bishop, Margaret and Betty Duff, Ann Foster, Carolyn Smith and Florence Young are provisional members. ABROAD Margaret Archibald has been studying music and art in Paris during the past two winters. Lois Birks, Peggy Newman and Jean Peters are at school in Lausanne, Switzerland. Harriet Colby has been travelling on the continent, as has Edith Turnbull. Margaret Cameron and Florence and Margaret Bell, after taking a course in French at the Sorbonne, have been travelling on the continent. Dorothy and Marguerite Sumner have been studying French in Paris: Marguerite has but lately returned home and is studying music here. Ruth and Margaret Murray spent the winter in Cannes. Margaret and Betty Duff have returned after five years abroad in Switzerland and Oxford. Margaret is taking a secretarial course at the Motherhouse Convent, and Betty has been doing Kindergarten work at home. Monica Marpole has been travelling in France. Elinor and Leslie Fuller spent the winter in Paris. NURSING Several of the Old Girls are graduating this year from training. These are: Frances Ellis, Muriel Clift, Margaret Dixon, Gladys Small and Dorothy Slack. Muriel Bazin is training in the Sick Children ' s Hospital, Toronto. Margaret Bain is training in the Royal Victoria Hospital. GENERAL NOTES Margaret Robertson is in the Registrar ' s Office, McGill. Katherine Falconer and Isobel Oliver have positions with the Heaney Linen Co. Limited. I 91 I Esther England is secretary to the English Department, McGill. Everald Farrar was in Montreal this winter visiting Connie Murray. Laura Robertson has a position in the Bank of Montreal. Eileen Russel is assistant secretary to the Central School Board. Jean Robertson has a position with The Royal Trust Co. Margaret Parker is technician of eye ' pathology in the General Hospital. Jean Jamieson, Pauline Aikman, Eleanor Bazin, Mary Beard and Peggy Bruce have been working in the Metabo ' lism Department of the same hospital. Helen Renouf, Cleugh Maclntyre, Jean Lamb, Heather Hargreave and Edith Zinsstag are all on the staff of the Sun Life Assurance Co. Louisa McGoun and Edith Cochrane have positions in The Royal Bank. Marjorie Ellis has a secretarial position with Harrison and Crossfield. Elinor Beard is assistant dietitian in the Montreal Diet Dispensary. Shirley Sampson has had several stories for children published in MacLean ' s Magazine. Charlotte Macgregor and Marion Zealand have taken a business course at the Motherhouse Convent this winter. Louisa Fair is treasurer of the McGill Alumnae Society. Joan Chillas has been studying at the Beaux Arts. Elise Duntcn visited her sister, Mrs. Ferrabee, in Virginia, during part of the winter. She also did some tutoring in Montreal. Gertrude Scott has a secretarial position with the Commercial Reproducing Co. Kathleen Anderson is taking a course at the College for Bible Study in Toronto. SOME OF TRAFALGAR ' S GRANDCHILDREN To Mrs. Willard Crocker (Amy Read), a son. To Mrs. William Mathews (Phebe Hall), a son. To Mrs. Paul Drummond (Elizabeth Sise), a son. To Mrs. Henry Hague (Margaret Young), a son. To Mrs. ' Flin ' Flanagan (Elizabeth Baile), a son. To Mrs. Francis Ferrabee (Roba Dunton), a daughter. To Mrs. Douglas Armour (Margaret Murray), a son. To Mrs. Tilden (Sylvia Dorken), a son. To Mrs. H. Cecil Cox (Helen H. Stroud), a daughter. MARRIAGES Althea Frith Christy Douglas Margaret Brooks. . . Duncan Lecky Eleanor Bishop John Frederick Acer Elsa Sommer Lester Erlanger Kathleen Taylor William Benson Muriel Carsley Lewis Winter Margaret Mackenzie . Ransom Wilkes Frances Lloyd J. C. Nelles IN MEMORIAM Who Died at Montana, Vermala, Valais, Switzerland ON May iqth, 1928 Aged TwentY ' Two Years Ads. When a child is naughty — " Whippet. " After letters are written — " Postum. " " 57 varieties " — Ankles. If your fountain pen doesn ' t work — Parker. If you get sick on grapejuice — don ' t Welch. That Fool Girl Complexion — They paint what they used to be. Parting advice — Use sta comb ! Miss R.: " Mary, what is a pamphlet? " Mary C: " A little pamph. " King Henry VIII ironed his suit on Anne Boleyn. (History says he pressed his suit on her). A traveller at Euston Station, on booking a third single to Inverness, was informed " Change at Aberdeen. " " Na, na, " he replied, " 111 take my change now, Tve been in Aberdeen before. " A certain Scottish Divine noted for his corpulent and massive figure was discoursing on the " Marvels of Creation. " Waxing eloquent he closed with peroration — " The God who made the rolling spheres made the tiny pebble on the beach; the God who made the mighty ocean made the wayside pool; " and then, holding himself up to his full height, concluded, " The God who made me made a Daisy! " A teacher was explaining to his class that letters such as MM, LL, etc., should be read as double M, double L, etc. Soon afterwards one of the boys was asked to read a poem the first line of which read " Up, up, my love, the sun is shining, " but the boy, taking the lesson to heart explained in a loud voice, " Double up, my love, the sun is shining. " On hearing that she got one out of a hundred in an exam, a girl was heard to exclaim, " Well, for goodness sake, I wonder where I made that mistake. " First History Student: " What do you think about the Diet of Worms? " Second History Student: " Sounds rather fishy to me. " OCUUJNU lllSTUKY OTUDENT: OUUI1U5 IdLll Father: " Can ' t yQU possibly cut down your school expenses? " Daughter: " I might do without my books. " 93 Teacher: " Somebody has been throwing paper behind my back. John, can you tell me who it was? " John (the guilty one) : " I know, sir, but Td hardly like to say. " Teacher: " A trifle too scrupulous, perhaps, but it shows honourable feeling on your part. You may sit down. " Freshman: " Why do leaves turn red in the fall? " Soph.: " They ' re blushing because they ' ve been so green all summer. " First Trafalgarian: " Did you see the R.M.C. Cadets at the tournament? " Second Trafalgarian: " No, only the Gentlemen Cadets were there. " Jean: " I can write about anything. " Tired Editor: " Then please right about face. " Pupil (in Algebra class): " I ' m working to get ahead. " Mistress: " You need one. " The girl who thinks that no man is good enough for her is sometimes right but usually left. Are You a Thunkard? If a male goose we call a gander, A male moose must be a mander. If one who fails is a failure. Then one who quails is a quailure. If a female duke is a duchess, A female spook must be a spuchess. If drinking too hard makes a drunkard, Then thinking too hard makes a thunkard. 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B Baillie, Doris, 740 The Chateau, Sherbrooke St., Montreal. Ballantyne, Lois, 3J0 Addington Ave., Notre Dame de Grace. Bann, Joan, 346 Lansdowne Ave., Westmount. Barclay, Theo, Tallasee, Alabama. Barnard, Barbara, 4165 Dorchester St. W., Montreal. Bazin, Cynthia, 4064 Dorchester St. W., Montreal. Beswick, Wenonah, 483 Strathcona Ave., Westmount. Blaylock, Helen, Trail, B.C. Bonner, Elaine, 353 Roslyn Ave., Westmount. Boughton, Evelyn, 5 Front St., EddyviUe, Hull, P.Q. (Box No. 31). Bremner, Clare, 1530 Bernard Ave., Outremont. Brodie, Janet, 120 Grey Ave., Notre Dame de Grace. Brookfield, Margaret, 50 Chesterfield Ave., Westmount. Brown, Frances, 1495 Crescent St., Montreal. Bruce, Jocelyn, 18 Aberdeen Ave., Westmount. Bryant, Evelyn, 475 Wiseman Ave., Outremont. Bryce, Eileen, 4477 Western Ave., Westmount. BuRPE, Lois, 699 Grosvenor Ave., Westmount. Butler, Betty, 658 Murray Ave., Westmount. Byers, Anne, 1810 Queen Mary Rd., Hampstead. Byrd, Lola, 8 Gladstone Ave., Westmount. C Cameron, Elizabeth, 34 Vendome Ave., Notre Dame de Grace. Cameron, Janet, 25 Grey Ave., Notre Dame de Grace. Cameron, Katharine, 34 Vendome Ave., Notre Dame de Grace. Cameron, Olive, 34 Vendome Ave., Notre Dame de Grace. Cannell, Margaret, 117 Aberdeen Ave., Westmount. Carmichael, Alison, 272 McDougall Ave., Outremont. Carter, Betty, 10 Trafalgar Place, Montreal. Carvell, Katharine, 7 Macgregor St., Montreal. Chapman, Peggy, 4412 St. Catherine St. W., Montreal. Christman, Elizabeth, c o Butterfly Hosiery, Drummondville, P.Q. Climo, Beatrice, 649 Dollard Blvd., Outremont. Cook, Peggy, 381 Prince Albert Ave., Westmount. Coristine, Dorothy, 10 Grey Ave., Notre Dame de Grace. Cox, Jocelyn, 1082 Sherbrooke St. East, Montreal. Creighton, Anne, 1241 Guy St., Montreal. Crethan, Margaret, 3509 Jeanne Mance St., Montreal. Cross, Mary, Hospital Normand Cross, Three Rivers, P.Q. II ' A I D Dann, Doreen, 6i Trafalgar Ave., Westmount. Darling, Jean, 32 Golf Ave., Pointe Claire, P.Q. DeBrisay, Betty, 105 Grand Blvd., Notre Dame de Grace. DoBLE, Audrey, 102 Westmount Blvd., Westmount. DoDS, Gratia, 709 Sherbrooke St. West, Montreal. DoDDS, Margaret, Apt. C81, The Chateau, Sherbrooke St., Montreal. Douglas, Betty, 726 Sherbrooke St. West, Montreal. DowLER, Dorothy, 396 Olivier Ave., Westmount. Dubois, Jacqueline, 488 Argyle Ave., Westmount. Duff, Catherine, 316 Kensington Ave., Westmount. DuRANT, Phyllis, 39 The Grosvenor Apts., Sherbrooke St., Montreal. E Earle, Frances, 129 Marlowe Ave., Notre Dame de Grace. Ekers, Dawn, 1535 Bishop St., Montreal. Ekers, Marian, 1535 Bishop St., Montreal. Elliott, Elizabeth, Prescott, Ont. Ellis, Audrey, 58 Westmount Blvd., Westmount. ' Erskine, Katharine, 336 Mountain St., Montreal. Evans, Marjorie, Dolbeau, Lake St. John, P.Q. EwiNG, Isabel, 329 Addmgton Ave., Notre Dame de Grace. F Fairie, Eloise, 1 165 Mountain St., Montreal. Field, Dorothy, William St., Yarmouth, N.S. Flannigan, Doreen, 5392 Jeanne Mance St., Montreal. Forbes, Betty, 737 Sherbrooke St. West, Montreal. FosBERY, Lois, 84 Grand Blvd., Notre Dame de Grace. FosBERY, Sylvia, 84 Grand Blvd., Notre Dame de Grace. Foster, Hope, 51 Kelvin Ave., Outremont. Frazee, Joyce, 10 Belmont Ave., Westmount. Frazee, Margaret, 10 Belmont Ave., Westmount. Frazer, Helen, 624 Carleton Ave., Westmount. Freer, Jean, 255 Hampton Ave., Notre Dame de Grace. Frith, Barbara, 413 Argyle Ave., Westmount. G Glassco, Barbara, 74 Charlton East, Hamilton, Ont. Gordon, Mary, 15a W. 57th St., New York City. Grafton, Audrey, 471 Mount Pleasant Ave., Westmount. Grant, Mary, 16 Chelsea Place, Montreal. Green, Phyllis, Calle Setiembre No. 26, Mexico D. F., Mexico. Greetham, Doris, 763 Upper Lansdowne Ave., Westmount. Griffin, Barbara, 928 Grosvenor Ave., Westmount. Griffin, Florence, 47 Dorval Ave., Dorval, P.Q. Griffin, Mary, 47 Dorval Ave., Dorval, P.Q. H Hamilton, Phyllis, 502 Grosvenor Ave., Westmount. Harrington, Janet, 447 Elm Ave., Westmount. Harvey, Beatrice, 158 Harvard Ave., Westmount. Harvie, Jean, 633 Cote St. Antoine Rd., Westmount. Haydon, Barbara, 1197 Cote St. Antoine Rd., Westmount. I 97 I Haydon, Dorothy, 1197 Cote St. Antoine Rd., Westmount. Hendrey, Helen, 814 Grosvenor Ave., Westmount. Henry, Joan, 1508 Crescent St., Montreal. Heward, Marguerite, 40 Arlington Ave., Westmount. Hill, Margaret, 261 Clifton Ave., Notre Dame de Grace. Hill, Marianne, 1445 Mackay St., Montreal. Hodges, Gail, 332 Notre Dame de Grace Ave., Notre Dame de Grace. Hodges, Patricia, 332 Notre Dame de Grace Ave., Notre Dame de Grace. Howard, Alma, 655 Grosvenor Ave., Westmount. Howard, Lee, 257 Strathearn Ave., Montreal West. Hurry, Betty, 4874 Westmount Ave., Westmount. J Johnson, Margaret, Clapham, P.Q. Jones, Marjorie, 353 Kensington Ave., Westmount. K Kelly, Ivy, 112 51st Ave., Lachine, P.Q. Kennedy, Elizabeth, 4026 Tupper St., Montreal. L Laidley, Ruth, 5040 Park Ave., Montreal. Lane, Eleanor, ii Parkside Place, Cote des Neiges. 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, Montreal. Laurie, Hope, 653 Victoria Ave., Westmount. Laurie, Louise, 653 Victoria Ave., Westmount. Leach, Aubrey, 424 Marcil Ave., Westmount. Littler, Katharine, 21 Windsor Ave., Westmount. Lynch, Marjorie, 505 Victoria Ave., Westmount. M MacKay, Barbara, 633 Victoria Ave., Westmount. Mackenzie, Claire, 4223 Dorchester St. West, Westmount. Mackintosh, Margaret, 129 Wolseley Ave., Montreal West. Malcolm, Lois, 2 Parkside Place, Cote des Neiges Rd., Montreal. Malcolm, Mary, 2 Parkside Place, Cote des Neiges Rd., Montreal. Marcuse, Renee, 709 Sherbrooke St. West, Montreal. Massey, Ruth, 1418 Tower Ave., Westmount. McBride, Allison, 638 Roslyn Ave., Westmount. McBride, Eleanor, 638 Roslyn Ave., Westmount. McEwen, Margaret, 604 Carleton Ave., Westmount. MacGowan, Emily, 610 St. Joseph St., Lachine, P.Q. McGouN, Jean, 4 Burton Ave., Westmount. McKee, Joyce, 408 Metcalfe Ave., Westmount. Merrylees, Norma, 7 Monte Bello Apts., 1454 Mountain St., Montreal. Miller, Betty, 863 Roslyn Ave., Westmount. Miller, Marjorie, Acadia Apts., 581 Sherbrooke St. West, Montreal. Mills, jAC(.iUELiNE, 862 Sherbrooke St. West, Montreal. Miner, Betty, 660 Sherbrooke St. West, Montreal. Miner, Nora, 660 Sherbrooke St. West, Montreal. Mitchell, Eileen, 3448 Stanley St., Montreal. I9«I Mitchell, Patricia, 3,448 Stanley St., Montreal. Mitchell, Pauline, 3,448 Stanley St., Montreal. MoNCEL, Marguerite, 47 Rosemount Ave., Westmount:. Montgomery, Margaret, 168 Vendome Ave., Notre Dame de Grace. MoRRiSEY, Phyllis, 4195 Avenue Rd., Westmount. MowAT, Lorraine, 646 Carleton Ave., Westmount. MuDGE, Helen, 29 Cote des Neiges Rd., Montreal. Mullen, Catherine, 2055 Mansfield St., Montreal. MuRCHisoN Rachel, Kneyne 1762 Belgorano, Buenos Aires. Murray, Nancy, 799 Upper Belmont St. Westmount. Mussell, Constance, 16 Trafalgar Ave., Montreal. Mussell, Phyllis, 16 Trafalgar Ave., Montreal. Mylks, Helen, 77 Kensington Ave., Kingston, Ont. O Oliver, Peggy, 52 Golf Ave., Pointe Claire, P.Q. Oliver, Ruth, 359 West Hill Ave., Notre Dame de Grace. Ov en, Megan, 336 Oxford Ave., Notre Dame de Grace. P Pae, Mary, 347 Melrose Ave., Notre Dame de Grace. Peck, Barbara, 486 Mountain Ave., Westmount. Peck, Barbara, 428 Clarke Ave., Westmount. Penniman, Julia, 34 Redpath Place, Red oath St., Montreal. Penniston, Ruth, 7489 LaSalle Rd., Lowtr Lachine Rd., P.Q. Perry, Rosamond, Chambly Canton, P.Q. Plant, Patricia, 2 Rockledge Court, Cote des Neiges Rd., Montreal. PoRTEOUs, Janet, 48 Holton Ave., Westmount. Porteous, Prudence, 1505 Crescent St., Montreal. Putnam, Kathleen, 270 Grey Ave., Notre Dame de Grace. R Racine, Marguerite, 205 Edgehill Rd., Westmount. Read, Ellen, Joliette, P.Q. Reeves, Ruth, 686 Roslyn Ave., Westmount. Renouf, Ethel, 524 Victoria Ave., Westmount. Ritchie, Helen, 68 Aberdeen Ave., Westmount. Robinson, Catherine, 1459 Crescent St., Montreal. Robitaille, Betty, i Rosemount Ave., Westmount. RoRKE, Alice, 1490 Bernard Ave., Outremont. RoRKE, Audrey, 1490 Bernard Ave., Outremont. RoRKE, Florence, 1490 Bernard Ave., Outremont. Ross, Carol, 138 Percival Ave., Montreal West. Rowley, Annie, Lake Edward, P.Q. Roy, Helen, 431 Grosvenor Ave., Westmount. Roy, Norma, 431 Grosvenor Ave., Westmount. Russell, Dorothy, 604 Grosvenor Ave., Westmount. Ryan, Betty, 41 Hampton Court, Mountain St., Montreal. Ryan, Kathleen, 41 Hampton Court, Mountain St., Montreal. S Scrimger, Jean, 85 Redpath Crescent, Montreal. Scott, Cally, 6 Redpath Place, Redpath St., Montreal. Seely, Jane, 14 Seaforth Ave., Montreal. Seely, Margot, 14 Seaforth Ave., Montreal. f 99I Severs, Muriel, 726 Upper Lansdowne Ave., Westmount. Seidensticker, Katharine, 109 Sunnyside Ave., Westmount. Simpson, Marjorie, 313, Hampton Ave., Notre Dame de Grace. Simpson, Ruth, 7258 Metcalfe St., Montreal. Shaw, Audrey, 205 St. Catherine Rd., Outremont. Shaw, Helen, 205 St. Catherine Rd., Outremont. Shaw, Wilhelmina, 638 Belmont Ave., Westmount. Shearer, Audrey, 636 Roslyn Ave., Westmount. Shepherd, Lilias, 1537 St. Matthew St., Montreal. Sheppard, Bernice, 81 Notre Dame de Grace Ave., Notre Dame de Grace. Slessor, Lorraine, 628 Murray Ave., Westmount. Soper, Laurel, 61 Windsor Ave., Westmount. Stadler, Bertha, 4334 Westmount Ave., Westmount. Stanley, Kathlyn, 392 Harvard Ave., Notre Dame de Grace. Stanley, Lenore, 392 Harvard Ave., Notre Dame de Grace. Stanway, 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. Stevenson, Shirley, 305 Hampton Ave., Notre Dame de Grace. Stewart, Betty, 1469 Drummond St., Montreal. Stewart, Helen, 842 Grosvenor Ave., Westmount. Stewart, Margaret, 842 Grosvenor Ave., Westmount. Stewart, Vivian, 97 Drummond Apts., Drummond St., Montreal. Stocking, Nancy, 4038 Dorchester St. West, Westmount. Strachan, Mary, 641 Belmont Ave., Westmount. Sullivan, Sheilagh, 70 Cedar Ave., Montreal. Sweeney, Ann, 357 Melville Ave., Westmount. T Taylor, Brenda, 224 Grey Ave., Notre Dame de Grace. Taylor, Elizabeth, 608 Grosvenor Ave., Westmount. Taylor, Jean, 599 Roslyn Ave., Westmount. Thompson, Anna, 1251 St. Mark St., Montreal. Thomson, Phyllis, 129 Pacific Ave., Pointe Claire, P.Q. TiRBUTT, Barbara, Apt. 43, Drummond Apts., Montreal. TooKE, Barbara, 1484 Mountain St., Montreal. TooKE, Gretchen, 1484 Mountain St., Montreal. TooKE, Joan, 1484 Mountain St., Montreal. TooKE, Katharine, 1484 Mountain St., Montreal. Tooke, Marjorie, 1484 Mountain St., Montreal. Train, Elizabeth, 13 17 Bull St., Savannah, Ga. Train, Mary, 13 17 Bull St., Savannah, Ga. Trix, Jane, 152 West 57th St., New York City. Trow, Betty, 645 Belmont Ave., Westmount. Truax, Maida, 812 Cote St. Antoine Rd., Notre Dame de Grace. Turgeon, Francoise, 441 Sherbrooke St. East, Montreal. Turner, Betty, 107 Park Ave., Quebec City. Tyre, Jean, 719 Upper Belmont Ave., Westmount. U Usher, Kathleen, 481 Oxford Ave., Notre Dame de Grace. Usher, Phyllio, 481 Oxford Ave., Notre Dame de Grace. ff 100 I V Vello, Millicent, 475 Cote des Neiges Rd., Montreal. W Walker, Vivian, 50 Belvidere Ave., Westmount. Ward, Lorraine, 112 Arlington Ave., Westmount. Ward, Sally, 112 Arlington Ave., Westmount. Warden, Elizabeth, 1455 Drummond Court Apts., Montreal. Wesbrook, Mary, 145: NorthclifFe Ave., Notre Dame de Grace. White, Barbara, Bay St. George, Newfoundland. Williamson, Betty, The Grosvenor Apts., 756 Sherbrooke St. West, Montreal. Wilson, Marian, 643 Grosvenor Ave., Westmount. Wood, Dorothy, 1531 Crescent St., Montreal. Wood, Editha, 45 Royal Ave., Notre Dame de Grace. 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TORONTO VANCOUVER 460 St. Francois Xavier Street MONTREAL And al HAMILTON WINNIPEG CALGARY LONDON, ENGLAND EDINBURGH, SCOTLAND NEW YORK Main 8040 James Coristine Co. Limited FUR MANUFACTURERS Storage Remodelling 371 St. Paul St. West MONTREAL Lan. 9265 9266 OGULNIK ' S OVER A QUARTER OF A CENTURY DEPENDABLE SERVICE WOMEN ' S and MEN ' S CLOTHES CONTRACTORS for UNIFORMS and LIVERIES Sam ' l M. Ogulnik Co. I.imilcd 2006 Peel Street MON ' I ' RI ' AL Tek-jjlioije Ljjtown 1252 GEO. A. SHAW Regd. DIRECT I M I ' Oia l:l S ' )!■ Fine Irish Linens Full Assortment of Latest Goods Table Cloths Napkins Handkerchiefs Plain and Fancy Linens specializing in Trousseaux and Banquet Cloths Store No. 17, Mount Royal Hotel MONTREAL JO YEARS IN BUSINESS CAV AN AGH THE DRUGGIST has moved to 3 12 St. Catherine Street West, 3rd door east of former location. Same telephones. Same deliveries. SUMMER SAILINGS TO ENGLAND, SCOTLAND, IRELAND. AND THE CONTINENT Combined Sailing Lists of all Lines Supplied on Application SUMMER TOURS— CONDUCTED OR INDEPENDENT TRAVEL TO ALL COUNTRIES DE LUXE TOUR Visiting England, Scotland, 67 DAYS $915 00 Belgium, Germany, Switzerland and Italy. STAR TOURS 45 to 60 Days TO EUROPE $485.00 up W. H. HENRY Limited Steamship Ticket and Tourist Agents 286 St. James Street. Main 3536 Associated with PICKFORD ' S LIMITED, London, Paris, Berlin OPEN A SAVINGS ACCOUNT There is no better way to practice thrift than to open a Savings Account and to make deposits in it regularly. One dollar is sufficient to open a Savings Account in any Branch of the Bank of Montreal. Interest is paid on all savings deposits. flOi BANK OF MONTREAL Established 1817 Bank where Small Accounts are Welcome ' ' Aldred Co. Limited 112 ST. JAMES STREET Cor. Place cl ' Amies Corporation Financing New York: London: 40 Wall Street 24 Lombard Street Paris: ALDRED CO., LTD. 20 Place Vendome France I ' honcs uptown rm2-rm International Music Store M amsijer; (-rs ' l he largest assortment of CLASSICAL MUSIC IN CANADA European and A merican Editions Pianos, Violins, Mandolins Metronomes, Strings and Accessories Brunswick Panairopes cif Records 633 ST. CATHERINE ST. WEST MONTREAL Flowers for the graduate and debutante; for the Bride and her wedding; for birthdays and anniversaries. Matching the newest vogues cor- rectly arc the bouquets and decora- tions we create for every social usage. 1176 St. Catherine Street West ' rrlcvraph Service for Dislanl Deliveries CIRCULATING LIBRARY TELEPHONE UPTOWN .3442 Burton ' s Limited " booksellers and Stationers E7i gravers and Printers 597 St. Catherine Street West MONTREAL. P.Q. {Beiiveen Drummond and Mountain Sts.) Telephone Uptown 3441 RITZ- CARLTON HOTEL Montreal An exclusive hotel offering the dignity and elegance of a private residence and appealing to a highly discriminating patronage. Unique position — away from noise, yet adjacent to all essential centres. We announce the opening of our new Japanese Room, and Open Air Garden. Dancing in the Empire Room from 10.30 to closing. E. C. DesBaillets, Manager. COMPLETE STOCK REEVES ' WATER COLORS BRUSHES AND PASTEL ARTIST MATERIAL FOR THE ARTIST C. R. CROWLEY LIMITED 667 ST. CATHERINE STREET WEST Anna R. Bonneau 1439 MANSFIELD ST. r+ o Individual Touch To All Hats Purchased or Tried On cr-fo LAncaster 0700 Geo. Graham REG ' D Highest Class Grocers since 1861 Reliable Quality and Service We specialise 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 c n 11 e ( ' t i II all depart ni cuts 572 St. Catherine Street West Corner oj Drummond Street O ' Brien Williams Members MONTREAL STOCK EXCHANGE Members MONTREAL CURB MARKET STOCK BROKERS I Transportation Building Montreal Office Blackburn Building Ottawa Office THE CRADOCK SIMPSON COMPANY (Business Established 1879) Real Estate Insurance Valuations Mortgage Loans Exclusive Selling Agents of the PRIESTS ' FARM SUBDIVISION and other Residential Developments TRANSPORTATION BUILDING 1 20 St. James St., Montreal Phone MAin 8090 682 ST. CATHERINE STREET WEST TRUAX, CARSLEY CO. I Members of MONTREAL STOCK EXCHANGE MONTREAL CURB MARKET 232 ST. JAMES STREET Harbour 5205 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. cso r- o LOOK FOR THE PICTURE ON THE SOLE r o G-yo The MINER RUBBER CO. Limited Factories: GRANBY, P.Q. Sold by Prominent Montreal Dealers MEAD CO., LIMITED GOVERNMENT, MUNICIPAL CORPORATION BONDS CANADA LIFE BUILDING MONTREAL A MAIDEN ' S WISH— A LOVELY MINIATURE GRAND Among our lovely selection will be found the following famous pianofortes — Soh- mer, N.Y., Kranich Beach, N.Y.,Estey N.Y., Lester, Pa., Leach, Montreal. All of these grand pianos are of the high- est grade, ranking as they do among the world ' s finest. ™ ' LEACH PIANO ™ 600 St. Catherine Street West The House of Fine Pianofortes FRUITS AND VEGETABLES L. LEIBOVITZ, Proprietor Quality Fruit Store If quality and reasonable prices count, you will find this is the right store to deal with 839 St. Catherine Street West UPTOWN 5 8 7 1 Jewels of Quality HOWARD H. PATCH PEEL STREET at BURNSIDE " 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. The SURPASS SHOE COMPANY lAmiled 505 St. Catherine St. West MONTKKAL QUALITY SPORTS R. W. KERR goods Registered 1246 St. Catherine, Near Mountain R. W. KERR REGISTERED Athletic and Sporting Goods Ladies ' Gymnastic Costumes Mesh Shirt Waists Trafalgar Sweaters Pennants and Crests 1246 St. Catherine, Near Mountain uptown 6907 (Compliments of The Atlantic Sugar Refining Co. Limited SPORTSWEAR As Sponsored by Younger New York CT HOSE awfully intriguing - ■ sweaters and triangle scarfs you see. . .the effective knit frocks and suits. ..they are Holt-Renfrew models, exclu- sive yet truly reasonable in price. Won ' t you drop in to look them over? — Sports- wear Section, Ground Floor. Holt, Renfrew Co, Limited Qompliments of GREENSHIELDS Ltd. When your oculist physician has given you the prescription for GLASSES the next thing is to have it dependently filled. This is a specialty at this shop. W. S. JOHNSTON Prescription Optician 1 141 Drummond Street UP. 8 167 Huntly IVard T)avis ARCHITECT 42 Belmont Street Mo?itreal Compliments of a Friend (Compliments of Farrell, Seely C Members i Stock Exchange (Montreal Curb Market Suite I9i3 ' i9i7 The Royal Bank Buildin MONTREAL Church Gate " Hose Gloves Underwear Handkerchiefs Hand-Bags Rainbow Belts Unequalled for appearance, wear and value, and favourably known everywhere Our Real Wealth Family, Order, Thrift. With these three forms of wealth, our prosperity and happiness are assured. THE MONTREAL CITY CBi. DISTRICT SAVINGS BANK Established in 1846. Branches in all parts of the City, Safe-Keeping Service at Head Office. Safety Deposit Boxes at all Branches. S S12


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