Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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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 —

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' 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.

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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