Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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We know exactly what fashions you need for the holidays . . . for jauntings by auto . . . for hot weather at the beaches . . . for boat trips . . . for evenings at the country club . . . for a strenuous summer of athletics. We know about . . . and we can show you . . . the latest vogues — outfits that will fascinate you, and values that will appeal no matter what amount your allowance. Remember, too, that we specialize in enormous assortments and variety that is most satisfying. The EATOl Guarantee is " Goods Satisfactory or Money Refunded. ' ' STORE HOURS — 9 a.m. to 5.30 p.ra. . T. EATON C9, OF MONT REAL JIXE 193 VOLUME VI Trafalgar Editor Ruth Sprenger MAGAZINE STAFF Suh ' Editor Jean McGoun Secretary-Treasurer Maiu;aret Anderson Advertising Managers Art Representative Athletic Representative Adviser to Magazine Staff EXECUTIVE COMMITTEE [Shirley Stevenson Peggy Chapman Katharine Grier Patricia Mitchell Miss Bryan MAGAZINE REPRESENTATIVES Form LJpper V i . Form Upper V;. Form Lower V. Form IVa. Form IVb. Form Special IV. Aubrey Leach Peggy Dash Jean Robinson Peggy Boyd Mercy Walker Margaret Pettigrew Form IIIa. Form IIIb. Form Upper II i. Form Upper 2. Form II. Dorothy Brown Elizabeth Sharp Barbara Ward Janet Porteous Lois Malcolm FORM OFFICERS Form President Vice-President Upper VI. Ruth Sprenger Jean McGoun Lower VI. Peggy Chapman Jean Symons Special VI. Upper Vi. Patricia Mitchell Mary Cross Meredith Seybold Upper V2. Katharine W eeks YoLANDE Grafton Lower V. Helen Mudge IVa. Juanita Cronyn Emily Adams IVb. Nancy Murray Ruth Oliver Special IV. M.argaret Pettigrew IIIa. Griselda Archibald Margaret Slack IIIb. Patricia Plant Joyce Schnaufer Upper III. Jean Scrimger Carol Ayer Upper II 2. Prudence Porteous Barbara Hampson II. Faith Lyman Lois Malcolm Upper I. Margaret MacMillan EiLSA Campbell Remove. Allana Reid Estelle Hargreaves School Prefects Ruth Sprenger Patricia Mitchell Jean McGoun Joan Henry Ann Sweeny Shirley Stevenson [ 11] 0 Hje illemorp of Mi (©race Jf airlep Hers was a noble face — so strong and kind; And it was she who built up Trafalgar, And helped to make it what it is to-day — A happy place to all who use it well. For twenty six long years she gave herself. Her talents, not a tew, her time, her thoughts, That she might do her duty to all those Who came within the walls of her domain. She did her duty well — was just, but kind; And all who knew her honoured her, and learned To love her as they grew to know her well. Her girls are scattered far and wide to day, But all learned from her, though all knew it not, That duty done gives strength to dare and do More than one ever dreamed that one could do — And then she left us. Ah ! but it was hard To give up all that she had loved so well — The very place seemed but a part of her. But her work here was done. She left, beloved By each and all who saw her day by day, And went back to her Scottish home again To minister to those who needed her. That work, too, now is done; and she has gone Home to her Father ' s house of joy and love. But all who knew her here will ever feel The influence of that calm and earnest life. February, 1932. Caroline L. Field. 113] TEMPUS FUGIT! " — how true this is of the past school year! To the girls who are leaving Trafalgar it has gone very fast — perhaps too fast — and in years to come they will look back with regret, wishing it had been longer. People always say that school ' days are the happiest of one ' s life, but it is to be feared that when one is at school, one does not realise it. Let us look back for a moment at the events of the year. In February the school was shocked to hear of the death of Miss Fairley who was for twenty-six years Principal of Trafalgar. She taught many girls in her time, and it is certain that they all benefitted by her instruction, and by her loving devotion to her school. A memorial service for Miss Fairley was held in Kildonan Hall, at which many Old Girls were present. We must congratulate last year ' s Sixth Form for their brilliant results in the Matriculation Examinations. We are proud of Jean Harvie, who gained first place in the Province and who obtained an average of 87.6, and of Monica Lyman, who made 71.2. The other matriculants did very well too, and those who are at McGill we hope will do just as well, or even better than they did in the Matriculation. When Miss Rae left Trafalgar in January, the school lost in her a very understanding and helpful teacher. All girls who knew Miss Rae agree unanimously that she was " a good sport. " Mrs. Dichmont has taken her place, and the girls, who already know her, find her a worthy sub ' stitute for Miss Rae. The school was indeed pleased and proud to hear of the honour conferred on one of her Old Girls in January, when Winnifred Kydd was appointed one of the representatives for Canada at the Geneva Conference. She has for some years pa st interested herself in public life, and has made herself keenly felt in its interests. She has not yet returned from abroad, but when she does, it would indeed be interesting if she would come to the school and tell us about the Conference. With regard to sports, we must remark on the splendid play of the Basketball teams — especially the First team. They brought back the Cup into our Gymnasium, where we hope to keep it for good. In the Inter-Form matches IVa were the victors, defeating the Lower and Special VI in the finals. Hockey was taken up more enthusiastically this year, and many girls turned out. However, a team was not formed, so no Inter-School matches were played. The school continues to grow and expand; this year ' s Sixth Form is the largest Trafalgar has ever had — especially the Upper VI, which has an enrollment of twenty-seven girls. Those girls leaving Trafalgar this year hope that they will be a credit to her and will live up to the tradi- tions made by former Trafalgar girls. We think we can rightly say that they will regard their school-days at Trafalgar the happiest of their lives. [ 1 1 jHemonal erbice TO The Late Miss Grace Faiiiey, M.A. {Reproduced from the Montreal Gazette, February 24th, 1932) TRIBUTE from former colleagues and from many friends and erstwhile students was paid yesterday morning at the memorial service held in the Church Hall of St. Andrew and St. Paul for the late Miss Grace Fairley, M.A., former Principal of the Tralfalgar Institute, who died in Edinburgh on February first. The service was conducted by Rev. George H. Donald, D.D., minister of the church, and every seat in the hall was occupied. All the present-day pupils of Trafalgar were there, but these were outnumbered by those who had known Miss Fairley during her outstandingly successful regime of a quarter ot a century. Letters of tribute were read from Miss Martha Brown, who was on the teaching staff of Trafalgar for almost thirty years, and from a former student, Hon. Cairine Wilson of Ottawa. Both the former colleague and the former student united in declaring how deep was the loss sustained by Trafalgar when Miss Fairley resigned in 1913. Her great and unvarying modesty was remembered, as was the occasion on which money was collected for a " Grace Fairley Scholar ' ship " at McGill University, when Miss Fairley requested that the scholarship should be named after the school rather than herself. Miss Fairley s work in moulding the characters of thousands of girls who passed through her hands from 1887 to iqij was stressed, and her sweet influence and constant thought for others — of no matter what degree — was illustrated by her remembrance even during her last illness of an old pensioner of the serving staff to whom she sent a gift. Miss Fairley was a member of St. Paul ' s Presbyterian Church for twentyfive years and her religion was with her an active motivating force, testified Miss Brown, who spoke of the pleasure which former associates and students felt in seeing her when they went overseas and made a pil- grimage to Edinburgh to renew if only for a day their contact with Miss Fairley. Rev. Dr. Donald read part of a letter which Miss Fairley has written in April, 1918. It was a message fraught with beauty of words and thought, a message typical of her outlook: " I do not personally know many of the girls who sit at the desks in the school-house now; but I still know some, and when I read the names of the newer-comers, I feel that I know, by reputation, something of them too. But my memory goes not only to the girls who were in school when I left it, but to the girls who have been there since I knew it, the long procession of Old Girls, who separated from the companionships and interests of schooldays to pass out to their own paths in life. It goes to the girls who, before the middle of their days, " went west, " as our soldier lads say; these are not many, thank God, for the young should live to work and to enjoy. It goes to the long-familiar place, to the garden, and the house, and the school-house, and the mountain lying behind, where, about the time that this letter reaches Montreal, the glorious sunshine of May will be bringing out the young leaves, and the annual resurrection of life which makes the eternal youth of the world. It goes to the busy routine of the Household, and to the endless side-issues of daily life, plays and fancy-dress dances, tennis on the lawn and sliding on the mountain, which in the retrospect seem to stand out much more than the actual school-work. That too I do not forget; and while I am quite well aware that there were many girls who did no more than they could help, so far as classes were concerned — perhaps such are not unknown even now! — it would be unjust to pass over those who gave not only promise but fulfilment, and who afforded that supreme satisfaction to the teacher, the satisfaction of having helped in the opening of a good mind. And though this is a message to the girls, for that very reason I do not forget my past colleagues; there were always among them those who, apart altogether from professional work, constantly and gallantly upheld by word and action the really great things for which schools are supposed to stand. One cannot mention names of these; but in calling up memory of the past, there is one name that should not be omitted, because it suggests nothing but strong helpfulness from the very first, and never-failing interest, the name of Dr. Barclay. " I never feel very far away. I am writing in perilous and critical days, when one cannot see far ahead, and the only thing quite certain is that we must all, old and young, deny ourselves in every way, and do all the work that we can ; we must live up to the sacrifices that have been made for us, and for the life and freedom of the world. But perhaps sometime I may see my old friends and my old haunts again. Meanwhile, I bid them all, the people and place alike, hail and farewell. " Grace Fairley. Edinburgh, loth April, 1918. Letter from the Hon. Cairine Wilson No FORMER PUPIL of Trafalgar who had had the privilege of knowing Miss Fairley could fail to be deeply moved by the announcement this week that she had gone from among us. Her personality made such a lasting impression that to-day, after a lapse of thirty years, I wonder sometimes what Miss Fairley would have counselled. In every one of us Miss Fairley took a personal interest and had an extraordinary insight into characters and all their good points and their weaknesses. It was a joy to be welcomed each morning by the Principal, who stood at the head of the stairs, with a few words of cheery greeting. We knew of Miss Fairley ' s great love of flowers, of animals, small children and all the precious gifts of nature. Each changing season had its beauties, which she wished us to understand and appreciate. We knew, even then, that Miss Fairley was a real scholar and highly learned in the classics, but there was nothing of the pedant about her, nor did she want us to study for the simple purpose of passing examinations. There were times when we came to the class room eager to display what we had laboriously acquired, but on those days our teacher would close the books and we were asked to talk of other things. What a stimulus to hear her speak about the great topics of present and past times, and to be encouraged to express our own thoughts also! These hours were precious even in our careless youth. Never did we feel that Miss Fairley would be willing to sacrifice an ideal for any reason whatsoever, nor that she would be satisfied to let us take the easier way. My own three years under her guidance will ever remain a precious memory, and we can pay no higher tribute to her merit than by endeavouring to uphold the principles which she cherished. [ 16] A Tribute to the Late Miss Grace Fairley, M.A. N FEBRUARY ist there passed away at her home in Edinburgh, after a short illness, one who was long and closely connected with the educational work of this city. Miss Grace Fairley was appointed Principal of the Trafalgar Institute in 1887. For family reasons she was unable to come to Montreal for the opening of school in September; her place was therefore supplied till the New Year, when she assumed her duties as Principal. The school began with a few pupils, but under her wise management it grew rapidly, and in igo2, a new day school was erected adjoining the original commodious building, which had served as residence and day school. When Miss Fairley retired in igi?, that building also was filled to overflowing. Her resignation was a matter of deep regret, not only to the Governors of the school but to the Staff and pupils as well. Her removal from Montreal to her home in Edinburgh was a great loss to the community, for her scholarship and sterling qualities were known and appreciated by all. The Rev. Dr. Barclay of St. Paul ' s Presbyterian Church, at whose request she accepted the position of Principal of the school, was her triend as well as her Minister, and he had a great admira ' tion for her wide knowledge and her administrative ability. She was a Presbyterian, the daughter of a Minister of the Church of Scotland, and was a member of St. Paul ' s Presbyterian Church for more than twenty-five years. Many will remember her, sitting with her group of girls, at the front of the Church, every Sunday morning and evening. When she retired, her old pupils were anxious to establish a memorial in her name, as she would not accept a personal gift, and collected money for what was to have been the " Grace Fairley Scholarship. " It was characteristic of her that she refused to allow her name to appear, so that the scholarship which should have borne her name was called the " Trafiilgar Scholarship, " and as such it is awarded annually to the pupil of Trafalgar who obtains the highest percentage in the McGill University Matriculation Examinations. Miss Fairley kept in close touch with her friends in Montreal, and when her old girls visited Edinburgh, they always made a point of seeing her, and counted it a great pleasure and privilege to meet her again. Her influence is still felt in the school, and many women of position and influence, in the city and elsewhere, look back with deep gratitude to the early training they received from her, and the high ideals she set before them, by precept and example. She was not only mindful of the girls but of all those who served her in any capacity. Many old servants of the school, could tell of help sent to them regularly all the years she has been away from Montreal; even last December when she was so very ill, an old pensioner ' s gift was not for ' gotten. The school was her life — other things took a secondary place. Her name will long be a household word in the homes of many of her old girls. In the words of Browning she was " One who never turned her back, but marched breast forward. " The Lord and Master of us all would surely say to her, " Well done, good and faithful servant, enter thou into the joy of thy Lord. " Martha L. Brown. [17] Impressions of the Memorial Service (By a Present Girl) IT WAS on the twentythird of February, a beautiful clear, cold day, that the pupils of Trafalgar had the great privilege of attending the memorial service for Miss Grace Fairley, former Principal of the school. It was held in the Hall of the new Church of St. Andrew and St. Paul, and was a very short and simple service. The spotless new hall looked very pleasant with the bright winter sunshine streaming in through the large windows. Beautifully-arranged baskets of flowers stood at the edge of the platform, and their delicate colouring and fragrance seemed to foretell the coming of spring. There was a large attendance, and the hall was soon filled with friends and former pupils of Miss Fairley ' s, as well as with the teachers and pupils of Trafalgar. The service began with the singing of " The Lord ' s My Shepherd. " Then the prayers were led by Dr. Donald, minister of the church. Immediately following the prayers Miss Fairley ' s favourite hymn was sung by one of the members of the church choir. Dr. Donald then read letters received from Senator Cairine Wilson and Miss Brown, a former teacher of Trafalgar. By means of these letters the girls who had not known Miss Fairley personally learnt something about her. By the time Dr. Donald had finished reading the letter from Miss Fairley herself to Miss Gumming, the girls all felt that they really knew her. This letter was printed in our magazine of 1918. Miss Fairley was Principal of Trafalgar for twentysix years, and during that time she did much for the advancement of the school. She retired in 1913, and lived in Edinburgh until her death on the first day of February, 1932. But although she was so far away, her thoughts were ever with the school, and she was always eager to hear of its activities. S he seemed very near to us indeed when we heard the references in her letter to the familiar spots about the house and garden. We are told she was a great lover of nature, and believed that there are many more things to be learned than just what is printed in text books. She looked upon nature as a great teacher, from whom one might learn many valuable things if one only would. From the letters read we see that she was a real companion to her girls and took a great interest in all their activi ' ties. She was sympathetic, patient and gentle. They took all their little troubles to her, con- fident of receiving comfort and helpful advice. Briefly, she was their Guide, Teacher and Friend. As the girls filed out after the service was over, it is probable that each girl carried away with her in her heart her own little picture of Mis s Fairley. The very simplicity of the service served to heighten the feeling of respect and devotion for her, as perhaps a more elaborate service might not have done. The letters, too, made it almost seem as if she were present. And this should make us all realize what a wonderful thing our magazine is. For without it we might never have been able to hear Miss Fairley s letter, and thus never have enjoyed those few precious moments with a woman who had sacrificed everything for her life ' s work. Betty Forrest. [ 18] A Night of Rain PRIZE STORY THE doctor raised his eyes wearily from his supper at the discordant jangle ot the bell. Slowly he stood up and walked to the door. Another case, he supposed — and he ' d counted on a good sleep to-night. Six hours out ot forty-eight wasn ' t enough for any mortal. He was a small man with the appearance of one who taxed his strength to the utmost — a worn look like that of a silver coin which has lost its edge, and grown thin with much handling, there was a certain indelinable luminous quality of the large eyes which suggested genius — but surely wasted genius! The world might say, if it deigned to notice him in its busy turmoil, " How foolish to hide his light under a bushel! " but the doctor knew a place which is not of the world. For ten years he had gone to the succour of the needy in one of the poorest slum districts of the city. His fame was not of the world but in the hearts of those who trusted and needed him. That his life was a singularly lonely one showed in a secretive something in his face — and a fleeting loo k of pain behind those luminous eyes. He opened the door and looked out. A man stood there in the rain — a mere blot of shadow, ragged coat-collar up, hat brim down over his eyes. He gave an almost inaudible gasp when he saw the doctor. Then gruffly, quickly, he said: " There ' s a child sick on the other side of Cork Street. Diphtheria. I don ' t know if there ' s a chance. " Mechanically the doctor got a bag with some instruments and came out, struggling into hi? coat. He shut the door and followed the shadow that was a man through the dismal streets, in the steady drizzle of rain. He walked as one in a dream — too tired to notice where he was going. The street-lamps floated above him, faint blobs of light in the fog. The roar of the city, afar off, seemed deadened, and the only sound was the stumbling of his own feet in the mud and wet. As usual when he was very tired his thoughts, sad but never bitter, got the better of him. Memory took him back to a dreary night of rain, ten years ago — the night John went away. He remem- bered the terrible scene — the sudden outburst of long-pent-up thoughts from the boy. He ' d never realized till that minute that he wasn ' t happy. He ' d just been working to give John all the advan- tages he had longed for in vain — good education, fine home, friends. Ten years — a long time in a man ' s life, but a longer in a boy ' s. John must be twenty-eight now — grown-up! Impossible to realize he was not still a tall awkward boy, with a gruff voice and a wide curly mouth which grew sullen when his father spoke to him. Yet how he had loved that boy — bone of his bone, in very truth. Then that dreadful night it had all ended. The poison, long rankling, at last came out. [ 19] In a sudden passionate storm of words John had said: " Always grubbing for money, money, money. I hate the very sound of the word! A doctor should help the poor, the suffering. You are just the lap ' dog of fat society dowagers! " His voice had risen in a sob at the end, as he stopped, appalled at what he ' d said. For ten long years the doctor had been living his son ' s ideal — and incidentally his own. Always the remembrance of these bitter words, from the twisted boyish mouth, lay like a sword ready to be turned in the wound of his spirit. Gradually, by the monotonous sameness of his life, that wound had been partially healed. But always it pained him on a night such as this — dismal, rainy — with a patient waiting in some den of misery, waiting and trusting him. The shadow ahead of him melted into the deeper shadow of a doorway. As he came up to it the door opened, and a warm breath of foul air met him — like that of some horrible monster asleep. Wearily he plodded up innumerable stairs behind his guide, hearing with accustomed ears the muffled sounds of crowded life behind the doors of the rooms. The patient lay in a tiny room on the top floor. A woman sat in a low rocking ' chair by the cot, but she wasn ' t rocking. Her eyes, dark pools of anguish in her bloodless face, made mute appeal to the doctor. Case of mal ' nutrition, he noted, mentally. Then he turned his attention to the child. It was breathing with difficulty — he might have to operate if it got any worse. Methodically he set to work with absot ' bent swabs. Every few minutes he had to scrape the child ' s inflamed throat. The mother sat immovable, waiting. Only her dark pain ' fiUed eyes seemed alive. The room was stifling and . great drops of perspiration rolled down the doctor ' s face. The child ' s breathing suddenly slowed, coming in deep painful gasps. The doctor decided to operate. The mother ' s eyes assented. With deft, clever fingers he did what was necessary. When the child came out of the ether they would be able to tell. Nothing to do but wait now. He sat down by the bedside on an old soap-box, and took the little wrist in his hand. His fingers found the faint fluttering pulse. Hope still. He admired that woman ' s courage. No tears; no scene. She must have suffered pretty awful things to be able to sit so calmly, waiting for death, by her child ' s bed. Memory brought before him in a seemingly endless stream the other times he had watched by bedsides in the still of the night, with the ceaseless drip of rain against the window ' panes. Most vividly he recalled the times he had failed — the sudden outburst of grief from the mother — the wail of a child somewhere in the house — his own desolate feeling of utter futility. The child took all his attention again. Its eyelids flickered, and opened. Its eyes, cleared from the fever, had lost their look of helpless terror. It was always the helplessness of these poor sick dregs of humanity which appealed to the doctor. With a deep surge of thankfulness welling in his heart he knew it would live. Turning to the mother, he saw she knew it too. Silent tears of unutterable joy were raining down her cheeks as she looked up at him. He gathered his things together and, giving the mother some directions, went to the door. From the corner arose along figure — the father, wasn ' t it? Then, at the gruff voice, he looked up suddenly, and his heart gave a mighty leap — surely it was John! His eyes were wet, but his wide mouth was smiling un- certainly . " Thanks, dad! " he said. That was all, but the doctor ' s contentment was beyond mere words. He was at last justified in his son ' s eyes. They under- stood each other now. Going back to the bed he kissed the woman on the forehead and sat down again on the soap-box. Suzanne Kohl, Form Upper VI. Remembrance Day A blaze of poppies on an Autumn morn, A drumbeat and the tread of marching men — The comrades of the dead ! Remember then The weary trail through blood, and sorrow torn. These gave their lives that peace might be reborn. To wear the poppy and to sigh again — Empty remembrance ! ' Tis to press in vain The crown of thorns upon the brow torlorn. Children at play, serene, well-housed, well-fed; The happy aged, knowing the last war fought; Be these the tlowers to honour the dear Dead, These be the gifts that bloody war has bought : For if its fruits be not a world remade, Agiiin the crown of thorns is worn tor naught. Beverley Hughes, Form Upper VI. The Queen ' s Gift Titania, the Queen ot the Fairies, Asked Oberon one day Whether he ' d give her a plaything To pass the time away. Oberon smiled as he answered, " Queen of my heart, your desire Whatever it is, is granted. Provided you give me your lyre. " Titania, the Queen of the Fairies, Wept bitterly and long. With the loss of the lyre she could never Fashion another song. Oberon grieved when he saw her. Knowing what he had decreed. And ordered the fairy minstrels To make her a magic reed; Presented it to his lady With a courtly bow and a smile. Titania, the Queen, played gayly. With feet that twinkled the while. Ann Sweeny, Form Upper VI. The Charm of Barrie SIR JxA.MES BARRIE, BART., O.M., is one of the best known and most popular English playwrights of our day. His character seems to be a happy mixture of whimsicality, the joy of living, love of youth, understanding of human nature, and the ability to laugh — not at us, but wnth us. There seems to be a part of Barrie which will never grow up, for was it not he who said of himself that he was two people; one of which behaved as he should, the other who threw cherry-stones at Bernard Shaw ' s front windows when he had a party? I may be mistaken in quoting Barrie as saying this, but, anyway, it fits Barrie ' s character. He has contrived, moreover, to put this youthfulness and joy into his plays. There is hardly a child who has not read the story of " Peter Pan and Wendy. " Not only children, but grown-up [21 ] " sensible " people love it too, and after reading ' ' Peter Pan " one is inclined to believe, with Barrie, that a baby ' s first laugh breaks into thousands of fairies. Almost one is afraid to say, " I don ' t believe in fairies, " for fear of killing one of the dear little things. When Peter Pan cries to all the children, " Do you believe in fairies? If so, clap your hands and Tinkerbell will not die! " Can you not hear the children, not only in the theatre, but throughout the world, clapping? And do you not clap yourself? It is Barriers intensely appealing charm that rides into the heart of humanity on the words of his plays. But one does not find only joy and gladness. None can see or read " Dear Brutus " without realizing the wisdom and truth of Cassius ' words, " The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars. But in ourselves, that we are underlings. " In spite of your common ' sense which tries to say, " It is only a play! " your heart aches for " Margaret " when she cries, " Oh! Daddy, Daddy, I don ' t want to be a ' Might Have Been ' ! " The pathos of the play creeps into your heart, and you feel sorry for every character in the play. Yet the sadness of it is Hghtened by Barrie ' s ever-present humour, and you must laugh heartily at strange little " Lob. " Again, Barrie shows his ability to write a romance, sweetly, simply, yet still with his touch of fun and his irresistible manner of poking just a little fun at you. It does not hurt; it just makes you blush, and then laugh. One of his prettiest romances is " Quality Street. " You worry, weep, rejoice with " Phoebe Throstle. " You rack your brains over school and algebra, and slyly look at the end of the love story with " Susan Throstle. " You laugh with " Patty; " you want to shake the gossips, and — you want to kiss the hero. Yet this hero is nothing more than an ordinary, small ' town gentleman ; rather stupid, indeed, not to see what was before his eyes for years. " Phoebe " is only a young girl, very much in love, and a wee bit sentimental. Such characters, under a pen other than Barrie ' s would, in all probability, appear insipid, lifeless and uninteresting. Barrie, however, throws a cloak of glamour around them, interspersed with fun and laughter, and lo! these ordinary, everyday people, become the hero and heroine of a charming, altogether-delightful play which, once seen, is not easily forgotten. This gift Barrie has of making the ordinary into something rare, and his own special charm permeates every work of his, every character, and in the end every reader or member of the audience. Barrie ' s plays can never die. They may be old-fashioned, as " Quality Street; " they may be modern, as " Dear Brutus; " they may be fairy tales like " Peter Pan " and " A Kiss for Cinderella, " but you love them all, and plays that are loved keep on living. Barrie ' s works may not become classics; but surely, in the years to come. Englishmen will speak of Sir James Barrie with the same pride of ownership as they use in speaking of Dickens. Indeed, although one wrote books, and the other writes plays, both have found the joy in life which comes from a perfect understanding of human nature, and the ability to create characters that live and move like real people. Cynthia Jennings, Form Upper VI. A Ballad of a Grecian Vase On a lovely summer afternoon, Into a bazaar I strolled ; ' Twas a native who showed the vase to me And this is the tale he told. The vase had been bought from a sailor Who had sailed on the Chinese sea ; And the history of it had been told to him As now it was told to me. This vase that stands by a Hindu jar. Was made by a Greek of old ; And when it was made, he sold it To a Chinese merchant for gold. [22] The merchant kept the vase safely, And on it he painted some fruit, But during a great rebellion, " Twas taken trom him as loot. It fell into the hands of a Spaniard, Who sailed from China that day; The ship was wrecked, and the vase was found On an island near Mandalay. An islander did find it. And to the temple ran. To put it in front ot the idol. Known by the name ot Vie-dan. Stolen by a sailor years after. It was bought by me as you see; And I tell you the tale as he told it. The tale as he told it to me. Dorothy Brooks, Form IIIa. From Dawn to Day Early in the morning the grey dawn tills the place of the passing night; all is still, so still that even the crackling of a twig is startling, and a faint chill still lingers in the air. Later, with the rise of the sun, all nature seems to wake and the radiance of the morning sun spreads across the sky, showing the thickly leaved trees, with leaves heavy, and the ground tinted with dew like a sparkling mantle. All seems delightfully fresh, and the birds twitter and sing, and flowers gently unfold their delicate dew-kissed petals boldly to face the fast-coming day in open beauty. Thus pass the mornings into days. P. EwiNG, Form IIIb. Fate Honourable Mention in Short Story Competitwn WANG LUNG sat looking at the door through which his son, Wang Lo, had just gone. His harsh, boney old face had a curious look of mingled rage, regret and stiff-backed pride on it. Wang Lung had just dismissed from his life the one thing in all the world that mattered to him. Hard and unfeeling an he was towards his daughter and the servants of his household, he yet loved in a curious, selfish fashion the son that he had just disowned. The trouble, though Wang Lung would have been furious at anyone who suggested it, was that Wang Lo belonged to the modern youth of China, and his father was a particularly selfish, old-fashioned Oriental. Wang Lo had wished to marry a girl who had gone to school with him in Peking. Wang Lung wanted him to marry the daughter of Ching-wei San, an old friend of his. The match would have united the fortunes of two famously rich houses, but Wang Lo had bluntly refused to marry the girl; hence the quarrel and his departure. Life was queer, thought Lung. In his day no son would ever dared have defied his father as his son had just done. Wang Lung roused himself from the reverie into which he had fallen, and sent a servant to summon his daughter to him. Young Wang Hee entered the room slowly, and stood meekly before her father. She knew only too well that she was not loved by her father; that he resented her being a girl, and that he resented the love between herself and her brother; and yet she sensed how empty his life was, and how incomplete it was. Wang Lung sat several seconds looking sardonically at his pale young daughter, then he spoke, " This day have I put out of my house forever, a disgraced son, Wang Lo. See you to it that he comes not sneaking near you for help. He is no longer son of mine, nor brother of yours. The honourable ancestors of the House of Wang deny him! " [23] Wang Hee gave a cry of pain and surprise, quickly checked, and then for once spoke impetU ' ously to the implacable figure seated before her. " But, honourable sir, he is my brother! Our own mother on her death ' mat bade us look after each other. He spoke hastily. He did not mean " Enough, " Wang Lung raised his hand. Then continuing in a harsh, dry voice, " On this day have I sworn before the tablet to the sacred memories of my most honourable ancestors, that you, my daughter Wang Hee, shall never leave my house for the house of any man, whosoever he be. I have no son to carry on the line of Wang, I do not mean it to be perpetuated by my daughter under another name. Be gone! " The old Chinaman smiled bitterly at the recollection of the pain on the face of his daughter; he chuckled inwardly at the surprise he had dealt her, in forbidding her to marry; he laughed harshly at the thought of the barrenness and emptiness of her future life. He was trying to forget Wang Lo. But underneath there was hurt in him — hurt to his pride; hurt to the hope of future grandsons — Wangs, and hurt because of his own sense of failure. He who never before had failed in bending people to his will ! Well, even if his son had defied him, he would show that he was still every whit as capable and unyielding as Wang Lung of old. He would see that Wang Hee took no advantages. A month passed. Wang Lung had had no word of his son, and could find no way of getting any. Too proud to ask for news, he yet longed bitterly to hear of him. One day while going over some of his accounts, he called one of his servants, Lo ' Nan, to bring him an envelope from his outer office. When the slave had brought it, instead of immediately departing, he stood in front of Wang Lung embarrassedly, waiting until the old man should bid him speak. " Well, unworthy worm! What want you? " Wang Lung hated this obsequious fellow with his oily fat face. " Pardon, most respected and honoured master. But this unworthy toad and humble worm knoweth something that will perhaps be news to the ears of my master. " " Well? " The word was a growl. " My honourable mistress, Wang Hee, has these last few nights met in the garden a strange man, whom I am afraid means no good to the House of Wang. It is out of my deep respect for my master ' s house, that I tell him this, as " He broke off, for Wang Lung, shaking with anger, rose and lunged forwards. " Pardon, oh pardon. By the image of Buddha. By the goddess Khan, I swear Ah! Wang Lung shook the coolie back and forth by the throat several times, and then threw him into the hall. Trembling with passion, he returned to the desk to think. That an insolent servant should dare to mention his daughter ' s name to him with such implications! But, yet at the same time, that his daughter should dare disobey the express orders of her father ! He would call the girl to him — force her to tell. Ah, no! He had something better. He would teach the unworthy female a lesson, and at the same time discourage other suitors! That night, in the moonlight, two figures were seen approaching each other between the cherry trees of the gardens. At the same time another indistinct figure crossed the inner courtyard of the estate, and entered the garden where he could see faintly, but not be seen by, the boy and girl drawing near each other. The girl he knew to be Wang Hee; but the boy, keeping in the shadows, could not be distinguished. As Wang Lung, for so he was, watched the two, he saw the boy embrace the girl reverently, and then watched while the girl dropped onto one of the tree ' benches, and the boy remained standing. Old Wang Lung slowly drew his gun and shot at the tall young figure of his daughter ' s visitor. The boy slowly crumpled, and then Lung heard such screams from his daughter as he had never heard before, nay, not even from some servant who was being punished. As the girl knelt at the youth ' s side, her father stepped out from his concealment, and advanced towards her. As his daughter saw him, she shrank slowly back from his approaching figure, putting out her trembling hands blindly, to make him stop. [24] " Ah, no! " she whispered. " Ah, no! Come not thou near me. Murderer! Old fool! " Her voice rose shrilly and hysterically. " May the gods damn you! May your ancestors shrivel you and curse you! May you burn a thousand years in purgatory! You — you — father! You have murdered your own son! " She laughed horribly and insanely as Wang Lung looked at her fearfully. " Look, look! " She pointed down at the face of the dead man, while the moon shining clearly sent a pale, sickly glow down into the heavily-scented garden, and over the face of the boy. Wang Lung stood fearing to look, but the accusing finger drew his ga;e down, and the bluish clear light of the moon lit up the features of dead Wang Lo. The old man choked horribly, and stretched out a trembling hand in terror. Then, as one demented, he threw back his head, and screamed to the Heavens: " Fate, fate, oh Buddha! Art thou satistied? I am punished. I am punished. Oh, Buddha, I am punished! I have killed my only son! " He stopped queerly, choked, and spun around, with his hand clapped to his side, then he fell rigidly over the body of his dead son. His limbs stiffened. Only his eyes lived and suffered — suffered horribly ! " He will never move again. His body is paralyzed. But he will live perhaps several years. He will perhaps die soon! It is as Buddha wills! " The doctor finished speaking to the attendants, and left. As he went out of the room, the eyes of Wang Lung followed him. Eyes that beseeched and suffered — the eyes of a man who, rightly or wrongly, despaired, as he remembered the sins of his past life, and the ghastly features of a son killed by his own father ! Beverley Hughes, Form Upper VL The Bed of the Sea Somewhere down in the depths ot the sea, I know a lovely country to be; Somewhere under that wide expanse. Lighted by distant sun and moon, Where waves on rocks play a rippling tune. Mermen sing and mermaids dance. The floor is strewn with soft white sand, A memory of the distant land; And waving orchards of blue and red Hide by their beauty the hungry grasp Of furtive months which crush and clasp All unwary prey, alive or dead. A sudden silence comes over the sea. As a huge dark shadow comes sinisterly; All creatures peer up with fearful eyes, Crouch stiffly and silent, not daring to move, Until the great ship has passed up above, And the blue of the sea again matches the skies. G. Archibald, Form IIIa. [25] The Satirist ' s Eye Turned on the Sixth Form Cloak-Room IN THE cloak-room there are three distinct classes of girls — those who crowd about the mirrors, of which last-mentioned objects there are two; those who grovel ignominiously underfoot, search- ing for wandering overshoes or string-bags; and those who, seated upon the shoe-bench buried under the coats, and tripped over by many, wait with a superhuman patience till the hungry hundred has dispersed to its dinner. The first class of girls is the most numerous. In their struggle to maintain a steady position before the mirror, in the milling crowd, with jogged elbows and trampled toes, lipstick wanders from the track on many a fair countenance. The mirror over the wash-basins has a clientele three deep, who, through the common interest of one comb, a drab little brown one that lives behind the mirror, manage to keep on fairly good terms with each other. The first-comers, unless they are exceptionally quick at their art, get jammed so securely between the radiator and the mob in the course of the noon-hour rush, that they emerge with corrugated and too-well-heated spines, while those nearest the mirror, and necessarily the basins, are nearly dislocated in the region of the solar plexus. The mirror by the door has a more exclusive band of adherents, each owning her own comb. Being so near the exit these girls are constantly surged over by the outflow, travelling in sudden starts and stops as the door opens and shuts. They also run the risk of never getting out at all, as they are in a side eddy, as it were, of the main stream. In this corner all the weaker spirits foregather, having been stranded there by the backwash from the stream. Their only hope of ultimate safety is a sudden concerted rush, which may effect a stoppage in the main flow for one golden moment. But the opportunity must be seised immediately, or the waters close over again. What magic lure these mirrors possess I cannot say, being merely mortal. Yet the agony of mind and body which any girl of class A will endure, even for the glimpse of somebody else ' s ear in one of them, surely goes to prove that they change the natural — and therefore ordinary and dull — to something exciting and thrilling. To hear the faery pipes of Pan would not be too great a reward for this effort. But woman has been under the spell of the mirror ever since it was discovered, a precious glittering crystal gem in a green cave under the sea, with its mysterious powers of fas- cination. Perhaps a school-girl cannot be severely blamed for emulating her sisters of time immortal. It is really, after all, the mirror ' s fault for practising the black art. The girls who grovel underfoot have undoubtedly the worst time. For one thing, as nobody but a groveller ever deigns to glance at the floor, these poor unfortunates are completely ignored. They are stamped underfoot as ruthlessly and as unconsciously as by a herd of buffaloes. Then, wandering possessions are so elusive. Even when, after painful excavations in the dark little caves under the shoe-bench and after a search through the swaying forest of black legs, the beloved object is sighted — even then, I say, the poor grovel ler must needs follow up her quarry through thick and thin, which, in steady progress with the outflowing masses, will eventually be evicted forcibly into the hall, if not retrieved in time. In this hectic chase the groveller receives kicks and blows enough to daunt a cur, but she heeds them not ; her excitement deadens all physical feeling. Then at last, dishevelled, smutty and bruised — yet triumphant — she raises high above the heads of the crowd, as the successful huntsman holds up his fox by its brush above the yapping pack, her dear lost overshoe, only to discover it belongs to somebody else! Yes, the groveller ' s condition could not be worse. And all for a paltry combination of cheap velvet, imitation fur, and rubber. What a strong tie are wordly possessions! " It is easier for a camel Perhaps the girls who wait, class C, are the wisest of all. They sit " like patience on a monument, " except that their position is not so exalted. Snugly buried in furs — provided by the multitude — they are well padded against shocks and collisions. No field-mouse in its downy nest could be more comfortable; but ever the hawk hovers overhead, poised watchful, ready at any moment to drop like a thunderbolt upon its prey, ruthlessly to tear it apart. Suddenly into the dark softness of such a retreat plunges the sharp wire-hook of a coat-hanger, and a rending sound ensues, horrible to hear. When peace at last reigns, the lurkers emerge from their holes one by one. The mirrors are there for the looking — but gone is the thrill. Success turns to dust and ashes in their mouths. They have braved the fiercest storms for this! The havoc caused by the departed multitude drearily strews the floor. As a final misfortune a member of the staff enters [26] and says, tirmly and kindly, that " Girls must not loiter after p.m. — and, by the way, someone might tidy up that mess. " O death, where is thy sting? The loiterers make a solemn pact to be the first to emerge from the dark scene next day. But fate has already got the better of them, if they only knew it. Loitering enters into their blood and contaminates them with its deadly poison. The loiterers are the only class of girls that does not vary. Once a girl enters these dread ranks the world sees her no more. To turn one ' s glance from the cloak-room, out into the great world, we see the three classes uncannily repeated. The mirror worshippers are those who, childishly intrigued by their own brittle sophistry and shallow pseudo-smartness, self-centred and careless, calmly ignore and even trample upon those in a less-e.xalted position in life. Even if they are aware of the misery of existing conditions, they deliberately shut their eyes to them. Appearances are falsified by their own warped minds, as the mirror deceives the eye. delighted with the sight of brilliant red lips. The hum and bustle of their little world lull them into a sense of security, which one day must be broken. The grovellers are those who seek a definite aim, spend a lifetime in striving after it, through every adversity, and yet do not succeed — in the world ' s eyes at least. They are born fighters however, and enjoy the fray. In the end they can rest assured that they have used their gifts, which is the great thing in life. As the poet Browning says: " Not failure but low aim is crime. " Last come the loiterers who, appalled by the roughness of every day contact, withdraw into themselves, to escape the cruelty of reality. Once in a while the flail lashes through to them. When it does, they awake to a realization that they have missed everything of any value in life. They emerge into a drab and colourless world from which the spice of adventure has departed with the dangers of existence. But perhaps this peaceful monotony is what they like best. Who knows? Suz.ANNE Kohl, Form VL Plurals How stupid the English language is. The funny plurals — oh, gee whiz! F " r instance the mouse which changeth to mice; Of course a house never changes to hice. We all know that oxen ' s the plural of ox. But never is boxen the plural of box. And more than one child is always called children, But more than one wild is never called wildren. Though fives sound funny as plural of fife. But lives don ' t sound funny as plural of life. Say deer or sheep, how many d ' you mean? I know not, unless they are to be seen. Nancy Murray, Form IVb. DoREEN Dann, Form IVa. Seagulls Seagulls, flying ever so high Over the dancing foam. Where white-sail ' d ships go swiftly by. On to their distant home. What is it like when thunderclouds crash. When lightning rends the sky, And the churning waves on the great boats lash As Neptune ' s tread comes nigh? On airy days when the world ' s its best And the sky above so blue, Do you go to your nest or ride on the breast Of the sea with its sapphire hue? Frances Brown, Form IVa. [27] Things I Love I love the Spring and Eastertide, When all the world is opening wide. The flowers bloom forth in bright array, And all the birds are happy and gay. I love to swim in the ocean blue, And gather shells of every hue. And bask in the morning Summer sun. And play on the beach and have lots of fun. I love the Autumn ' s russet shades, And the evening sun, as it gently fades. Leaves a crimson glow on the mountain peaks, And the tang of the air colours my cheeks. I love to ski on the mountain high. And skate on the glistening ice nearby. Or sit by the fire, glowing bright. On a cold and frosty Winter ' s night. Patricia Plant, Form IIIb. Flowers Said Crocus, " My, this wind is cold, I wish I had not been so bold. " Eager little Daffodil Came too soon and got a chill. Hyacinth, the pretty thing, Comes to us in early Spring; While Lady Tulip, stately dame, From across the ocean came. Lilac wears a purple plume. Scented with a sweet perfume; Geranium wears a scarlet gown. With trimmings shading into brown. Nasturtium grew so big and tall. It climbed up over the garden wall; But Peony, being a charming lady. Doesn ' t like a spot too shady. As all these flowers do differ so, I find it hard for me to know Which ones my garden ought to show, Therefore them all I try to grow. Meredith Thornton, Form IIIb. [28] Evening When it is evening in the mountains, and the sun Goes sHpping down behind the hills and everything Is hushed and stilled in reverence, the hreese Timidly blows taint clouds across the sky. Which do not dare approach the sun in all Its tiery splendour; until lust a misty rim Is left, and even that soon disappears. The soft mauve shadows come creeping Adown the pine-clad hills. As Night comes on his velvet feet and clasps Day in tender arms — O then, scornful Mortal, Do not say that thou hast never felt The Love of God ! Aubrey Leach, Form Upper Vi. Wax Figures L ' XDIES and gentlemen, we are now about to enter Madame Tussauds. " The bus drew up yWith a lerk tlinging me onto the floor. I was not allowed to remain there long, but was hustled on by the jostling sightseers. I had been in London for two weeks — fourteen days of hectic rushing about sightseeing. " You are now going to see wax figures made so perfectly that I defy any of you to know them apart from living people, " cried the loud-voiced guide. " Bosh, " thought I. " As if I wouldn ' t know a silly wax figure when I saw one. " On the way up the marble steps I stopped and asked a policeman if he could tell me the correct time. I asked him three times, my voice rising each time. Su ddenly I stopped and ctared at him. He was a wax figure ' I went on my way a wiser person. We entered a large room. On either side stood figures, beautifully gowned and very life-like. I passed Queen Elizabeth, Guy Fawkes, Mary Queen of Scots, Shakespeare, and many more notable people . Of course there was King George V, Queen Mary, and dear little Princess Elizabeth sitting on a cushion holding the Duchess of York ' s skirt. I wandered around admiring and exclaiming, weary of the pushing and noisy crowd, and spying a door, I opened it and descended down a flight of cold stone stairs. I arrived in a large dark hall which was called the Chamber of Horrors. A cold chill ran down my back. I walked on farther, shuddering as I saw figures of murderers and instruments of torture. In an alcove I spied a big four-poster bed. A faint blue light on a table standing by the bed illuminated the faces of the two sleepers. They were both young boys, one a little older than the other. They had long golden hair and looked very beautiful as they lay there holding each other ' s hand. I was very tired so I sat down on a chair to wait for my friends. Suddenly a wicked looking man with a long black beard crept in, and before my startled gaze I saw him reach the bed and smother the boys; for they were no others than the ill-fated Princes in the Tower. The sound of feet and voices made me turn round. I seemed to be in a market square, and in the centre stood a guillotine. A crowd of peasants and lords were gathered around, pushing, laughing and talking. A hush descended on them. A man in scarlet velvet and lace with long curly hair was led up to the block. He was calm and composed, though his face was white and drawn. At a command he laid his head on the block. I shut my eyes. I heard the fall of the axe and the piercing scream of a woman. " Judy, wake up, you sleepy head. We have been looking everywhere for you. You are a nice person to take sightseeing. Would you like to see the scene where Sir Maxwell was beheaded? We have just enough time if you hurry, " said my sister, shaking me. " No, thank you. I think I have seen quite enough for one day! " I replied emphatically, and I meant It! ' Dorothy Brooks, Form IIIa. An Old Girl at Oxford I SUPPOSE the name and tradition of Oxford, the oldest of the EngHsh universities, io familiar to you all. For seven hundred years fine men, leaders of their generations, have been trained there; and now the same great privilege of being a student in that wonderful old city has been extended to women. There are five colleges for women, to whom the university lectures are open, and who are governed, as are the men, by university regulations. What, then, does Oxford offer that is so eminently worth while? First, and perhaps most vital (for we must share the experience of Oxford to know its true meaning), is comradeship with the ablest youth of the English-speaking world. It is to Oxford that EngHsh families of cultured tradition send their sons and daughters. Scholarships from many of the public schools bring to her colleges young men and women from every walk of life. The Rhodes Trust is the passport for outstanding men from every university in the Empire, as well as The United States and Ger- many. Educated Indians and Chinese represent the East; and a recent grant enables men from the Argentine to go to Oxford. Thus Oxford has become the focal point of a wide international consciousness and an intellectual cosmopolitanism which makes for broad sympathy and under- standing. When a girl from Siam has the room next yours, and you discover she ' s as keen about Beethoven and maple sugar as you are; and when your greatest chum was born in India, and her parents are missionaries in Bombay, the world seems very small, and the problems and ideals of " the other half " of immense importance. Then there are the hobbies. Perhaps you think of Oxford as a place wholly academic, where only the earnest student finds satisfaction. But Oxford has not been called the " home of lost causes and impossible loyalties " for nothing. One cannot be in Oxford for many weeks without becoming aware of the immense aliveness in the air, the countless points of view, vital with the keen intensity of youth. This interest may be in ethics or in cricket, in first editions or religion or early English church music, in agriculture or international politics: but the spirit is one, and the whole-heartedness with which each particular line is followed is the same. Here is opportunity for exploration in numberless fields. Three years is hardly long enough to discover half that is going on — merely time in which to throw oneself into one or two enthusiasms apart from one ' s work. Work, too — or, as it is called in Oxford, " Schools " — is almost as absorbing as any other activity. There, where every second shop is a bookshop, whose every college has its venerable library, where some of the finest treasures of scholarship are stored, and where almost every Don and lecturer is engaged on a book or in research, the willing undergraduate is encouraged to drink deep from the very source of learning. Individual work rather than " mass production " is foc tered. An hour a week alone with one ' s tutor, in a study lined with books and beside a crackling fire, is an amazing incentive to the appreciation of what scholarship really means, and is enough to stimulate a good week ' s delving in preparation for the next " coaching. " Lectures play their part too, but rather a secondary one; for, not being compulsory, they are attended only if they are exceptionally fine, or if the lecturer is an authority in his subject. One of the great privileges of Oxford is being able thus to learn from an immediate source, instead of at second-hand or through text-books. Then again, Oxford is no monastery, no cloistered place of mediaeval memory, but a city within sixty miles of London; and though during Term no undergraduate is allowed to stray so far from his college gates, yet, in compensation, all the best from London comes to him. No prima donna ' s tour is complete without a visit to Oxford. All the newest comedies are played in Oxford after they leave the London stage. Literary folk stop for a day to address an undergraduate audience and to be presented with an honorary LL.D. Church dignitaries deliver their finest sermons in the University Church; and when a new volume of poetry is published, it first appears in Oxford, at the headquarters of the Clarendon Press. These are some of the external privileges which Oxford holds out to the youth who calls her his " Alma Mater. " But she has something yet greater to give — greater and more intangible, and of deep value. It may be due to the tranquility and beauty of her streets and gardens, to the sense of their age and their unruffled wisdom, to that daily companionship with the towers and [30] the spires and the bells — " ' spires as sharp as thrushes ' hills to pierce the sky with song " — which is so much a part of the soul ot Oxford; but in looking back on years spent in one of her colleges, it is not the books or the niusic or the comradeship one remembers so much as the subtle feeling that one has been in contact with something unique, something very old, and yet as young as Spring; something wise, and yet gay and carefree; something irresponsible, yet brave. Oxford is a challenge to a richer life — a life of service rather than ot materialism. Her sons go all over the world — to India as engineers and administrators, to Africa as missionaries and teachers, or into the slums of London to help in whatever way they can. She teaches internationalism and a broad tolerance for other creeds and races; and she demands of thoie who have heard her message to carry it on, even as a religion is carried on by its disciples. This is not easy; for though many have heard that message, to each one it is different; and each, in trying to give it utterance, has discovered how intangible it is — how very real, but at the same time how mystic. Arthur Quiller-Couch has expressed this challenge in one of the most comprehensive, because one of the most illusive forms, about Oxford: " Know you her secret none can utter? Hers of the Book, the tripled crown? You, young lover. Drumming her old ones forth from town, Know you the secret none discover? Tell it — when you ' go down ' . " Oxford then, by her subtle witchery, does more than give. She educates. She leaves her impress upon men and women, not so much in the learning which they may have acquired within her walls, but rather in their awareness of a demand upon them, a d emand that they should give as well as receive. Jane Howard. The Naughty Sparrows On a very chilly winter ' s day, When snow lay on the ground, I saw two sparrows quarrelling About a crust they ' d found. " That crust is mine, " chirped one of them, And pulled with all his might. " No, no, it ' s mine, " the other said, And they began to fight. But while these naughty little birds Were fighting, as I said, Down flew a great big speckled thrush And carried off the bread ' . Jean Meredith Thornton, Form IIIb. [31 1 Radio Programmes On evenings when I sit at home. And have my studies done, I Hsten to the radio And turn to, one by one, A different station. Sometimes I hear a speech or two, Sometimes a snatch of song. And then again a fairytale; But I don ' t Hsten long To any station. One evening as I turned the dial, And while I sat aghast, I listened to reception From each town that I passed. " Prosperity is just around the corner, " This came from Hoover, Washington, D.C. " If you will listen, ladies, for a moment I to soften your complexion guarantee. " " Then suddenly the wolf leaped up. Red Riding Hood cried out — " We take you to Los Angeles To hear a boxing bout. " Then next to my amazement This ghastly tale I heard, " That she shall be avenged, I swear. By the length of your blood ' red beard. " " Just add a bit of flour. " " Bend down and then count three. " " If you would like an icing rU read my recipe. " Then suddenly I realized That it was time for bed. So off I went quite wearily With a very muddled head. " Phyllis Hamilton, Form IIIa. A Hallowe ' en Scare I DON ' T BELIEVE in ghosts, but I certainly had a scare by something that looked like one on Hallowe ' en night. It was a very dark Hallowe ' en night. The moon was covered by black clouds, and a breeze was sighing through the leafless trees. I had been sent to a neighbouring farmhouse by mother. I took a short cut through a cornfield, and the orange pumpkins could easily be seen through the brown cornstalks. Every few steps I glanced behind me, everything was so silent that at last, breaking into a run, I tripped and fell. When I got up I seemed to have shrunk, because the pump ' kins looked like houses beside me. Before my amazed glance I saw a crowd of hurrying fairies, pixies, elves and gnomes. They were all headed for an extra large pumpkin-house; from its windows yellow lights were streaming. I was caught by an elf and hurried into the pumpkin. I saw rows of fairy-folk sitting cross-legged [32] around a beautiful fiiiry queen. " We are gathered, " said the Queen ' s voice, breaking into my thoughts, " to celebrate our victory over the witches. Every year as you know, we gather here in Mortal Land on October thirty hrst. The witches dare not land this side of the Blue Mountain, so they ride about the sky on their brooms. I heard that their brothers the ghosts have been seen, but I do not think so. Now let us celebrate. " After the cheers had subsided we all arose and tripped outside. What a weird procession, we made! Headed by the Queen we wound our way through a forest of cornstalks, and passed many pumpkins. Finally we stopped, and sat around a big pot of boiling water. The world was pitch dark. The stalks rustled together all around us. Sometimes the moon shone through the clouds, making light patches on the earth. The Queen arose and dropped some coloured powders into the pot. I waited breathlessly; not a thing moved. Slowly a blue vapour arose, curling itself into fantastic shapes and then dis- appearing. Next came rose which turned to mauve. The colours cast flickering lights on the wood-folk. While these slow changes took place, they sang a soft, weird chant which I some- times mistook for the sighing ot the wind. Suddenly the singing stopped, and the little people rushed away screaming. I could see nothing to alarm them except a big white cloud which was rapidly approaching me. When it drew nearer I saw that it was not a cloud but —ghosts! With a scream I ran. Oh, how silent the world seemed! Only the rustling of dry leaves and the hoot of an owl broke the silence. I looked behind me. A ghost was drawing nearer. A long boney hand was outstretched, trying to reach me. It crept up to me. Its long fingers twined themselves around my neck, and I fell to the ground. I picked myself up to find a cornstalk wound around my neck. I brushed the earth off my dress and continued on my v. ' ay. Whether I imagined all this, or whether I am one of the very few lucky people who are for- tunate enough to see fairies and ghosts, I do not know. " Dorothy Brooks, Form IIIa. [33] JUNIORS Spring The sky is blue, The earth is green, Everything ' s budding Wherever it ' s seen. The flowers are coming. The snow is all gone. The little dog ' s barking Says nothing is wrong. When earth looks her sweetest Then leav es are just growing. When everything ' s greenest And little birds crowing. June Davis, Form Upper II i. The Fairies When the moonlight streams down on Fairyland, You may see all the fairies awake, They dance and they prance, and they frolic and sing, And give their bracelets a shake. The guards and some fays in the centre. Their beautiful queen to attend. Sit down on some fairy toadstools Their kind assistance to lend. The fairy queen is beautiful. Her hair is of flaxen gold, Her cheeks are the colour of roses. Her dress has many a fold. [34] The fairies they choose their partners, And dance to the sound of a tlute. When all of a sudden they leave you. And Fairyland ' s pipes are niute. Then how sad you teel, when you ' re lett alone. And the fairies disappear. And you ' ll never see them any niore, Unless some music is near. You wander hack in the moonlight. Back to your mother dear. And sit on her knee and kiss her, A fairy tale to hear. But mother says, " No, it ' s bedtime, " So up to bed you creep; You think of the little fairies And finally drop off to sleep. Janet Wesbrook, Form II. Tickings from Upper IIi I AM the clock in Form Upper Ih. I am called an alarm clock, and am a pretty green colour. I stand on the big desk in front of the class next to my old friend the Mission Box. So many things happen in this form that I can only tell you a few of my experiences. First of all I would like to know what this means. On the last day of each week, and during the last period, Miss Bedford-Jones takes the com- pany marks (whatever that means). She says, " Company one! " and the girls in the first row of desks stand up, and one of them reads out a lot of marks, then they sit down. I ' m not sure what these marks are for — but I think they are for being punctual and tidy, because there is always a fuss when books are left on the floor; and I hear something about " stars " when anyone gets " ten. " There is a silver cup sitting beside me on the desk, and I believe the company receiving the highest marks in June has its name put on it. Perhaps that is why there is such competition, because the row that gets the highest marks always seem very pleased, though I can ' t see why. The lesson I like best is reading. The girls read about David Copperfield; it is very interesting. Just lately there have been secrets among certa in groups of girls. I wonder if there is going to be a pla — . Last year I remember seeing a very charming Miss Betsy Trotwood and such a fierce Miss Murdstone. About a week ago everybody came to school with big rolls of paper under " their arms ; they were Lady of the Lake maps, the best of which were hung up around the walls. One day, about a month ago, two girls came up to the desk and one of them said, " Let ' s set the alarm. " So they fixed the button at my back that starts me singing. At the right time I burst into song, but unfortunately I was rudely turned off, much to everyone ' s amusement. But it wasn ' t a bit funny. Upper III always seem very happy, and I ' m glad to be among them and hear about all their good times. My life history is very interesting, and my ambition is to have it put into the School Magazine. Perhaps someone will write about me. Who knows? Barbara Ward, Form Upper II i. [35] The Farm The little lambs are on the hill, As white as white can be; I see them from my windowsill, Beside the old oak tree. The cows are grazing near the wood, Where sweet pink clover grows; I know, by now, I really should Get up and don my clothes. The farmer ' s boy gets up at six, I see him by the gate, He ' s feeding all the little chicks That have come up too late. The big black dog is bounding up The road in search of me; He ' s only really just a pup. For he has just turned three. I ' ll go and get my bathing suit. And I ' ll run down to him. And if he doesn ' t chew my boot ! I ' ll let him come and swim. M. Montgomery, Form Upper II i. Upper III A.B.C ' s A is for ' rithmetic, four plus four. B is for basket ' ball, liked more and more. C is for chalk, that whitens our dlothes. D is for dumbbells, and I ' m one of those. E is for exercise, which we do every day. F is for French, " Parlez-vous Frangais? " G is for grammar, " I ' ve nothin ' to say. " H is for hockey, which most of us play. 1 is for ink, that spills on the floor, J is for Juniors, we ' ll be those no more. K is for kilometres, six in a mile, L is for lessons, which pile upon pile. M is for marks, right up to the brim, N is for Nicholl, who teaches us gym. O is for orders, that come by the score. P is for Pat, the one we adore. Q is for questions, which never do end. R is for ropes, in the Dem we ascend. S is for spelling — we don ' t like this pest. T is for Traf, the school we love best. U is for uniform all blue and white. V is for verandah, which gives us delight. W is for walking, which all boarders do. X marks the answer, often untrue. Y is for yearning, for summer to come. 2 is for zeros, received by the dumb. Barbara Barnard, Form Upper II i. [36] At a Dog Show Have you ever been to a dog show? It ' s ever so much tun To see the dogs tied row on row All waiting tor their turn. Great big bull-dogs, tiny pekes, Utter hoarse growls and shrilly squeaks; Graceful woltliounds, ugly pugs. And fragile poms wrapped up in rugs. When the judging time begins. To the ring the dogs must go. Where an expert ludge looks them over And gives the prise to Sport or Rover. Patricia Plant, Form Ills. " Tiny Tim " and the Christmas Spirit At the dose of the Christmas term the Second Form under the direction of Miss Rae gave some delightful scenes from Dic ens ' ' Christmas Carol. [37] The End of Murphy Mouse ' Twas on a cold and rainy night. When ghosts are prowling round, That down in a cellar, out of sight, A meeting was held ' neath the ground. It was the meeting of " Mysterious Mice, " Who met each night at twelve. To decide which mouse was fit and brave To raid the pantry shelf. This night they did at once decide To choose brave Murphy Mouse To do this very daring deed, Though he might be killed in the house. So sharp at twelve brave Murphy Mouse Started out to accomplish the deed ; He at last found the pantry and soon spied some cheese. And on this he did feed with all possible speed. But alas and alack! Mr. Percy, the Puss, Arrived on the quiet scene, He pounced on poor Murphy and gobbled him up. And Murphy was ne ' er again seen! Ah, but no, that is wrong, for many old mice At night when the clock strikes twelve Have seen Murphy ' s ghost as the clock strikes thrice, Running along the shelves. And so all you mice, who crave for cheese. Never let cheese tempt you To raid pantry shelves whenever you please, Or your ghost will walk there too ! Joyce Schnaufer, Form IIIb. My Pig A little pig, A little pink pig That had a curly tail. Ate his dinner from a pail. That is the end of my tale Of the little pink pig. My little pig. Charlotte Scrimger, Age, 6 Years. [38] The Summer The flowers bloom in summer. The trees have pretty leaves. Everyone ' s rejoicing In the lovely summer breeze. The children go in bathing. When the day is awfully hot. The older folk sit on the beach And choose a nice warm spot! The children get themselves quite wet. And they laugh and shriek in turn. And often big hot sunrays Give them quite a burn! Soon the summer is over, But next year will soon be here, And once before everyone goes. They walk along the pier! Janice Dumaresq, Form Upper Ii. Daisies There are fields outside our garden Where the daisies can he found; They are white with yellow centres, And they carpet all the ground. When we want some pretty flowers. Straightway to the fields we go; There are other pretty flowers. Daisies are my favourites though. GwENNE James, Form Upper II i. IN LOVING MEMORY OF MARY ALINE THOMPSON Who died on February 5th, 1932 Aged ten years " £t rose elk a vecu ce que vivent les roses, Vespace d un matin. ' [39] The Library A considerable number of books have been added to the library in the course of the year through the generosity of friends. Mr. Wise, whose little granddaughter, Elizabeth Ann Hay, is in the First Form, has kindly given us a collection of about a hundred books, including many interest- ing novels and books of poems. From Mrs. Ward Beard we have sets of the works of Scott, Stevenson, George Eliot and Weyman. Miss Rae and Miss C. Lewis have both given books, and we have generous gifts from two Old Girls, Jane Howard and Anne Byers. Last year ' s Upper Sixth presented us with a complete set in nine volumes of " Periods of European History, " and this year ' s Special Sixth is giving its Form Library to the School. We were glad to receive a copy of Canyons, Cans and Caravans from Miss Hasell, an account of her work in the rural districts of the West which is especially interesting after her lecture last December. We should also like to mention that the curtains in the library, which have added so much to its comfort, are the gift of Mrs. Greville Hampson. The Library Fund We wish to thank the following girls for their contribution to the Library: Ruth Sprenger Jean McGoun Phyllis Mussell Peggy Dakin Margaret Anderson Patricia Mitchell Mary Malcolm Katharine Grier Pamela Ewing Shirley Hope Jocelyn Bruce Constance Grier Sheila Archibald Estelle Hargreaves Frances Earle Audrey Shearer Juanita Cronyn Jean Symons Frances Brown Gwen Johnston Margaret Saunders Cecily Jack Shirley Blair Peggy Dash Grace Mather Faith Lyman Katharine Stevenson Betty Cameron Annabel Forsyth Joan Bann Betty Forrest Marjorie Latter Peggy McKay Beverley Hughes Yvonne Cochand Ivy Turner Helen Roy Megan Owen Lillian Thompson Lorna Sharpe Betty Forbes Margaret Sweet Margaret Slack Evelyn Stevenson Allana Reid Joan Henry Margaret Hayman Nora Hankin Marion Gardner Helen Martin Margaret Sadler Mary McCrae Mary Cross Meredith Thornton Mary Pae Dorothy Brooks [40] School Chronicle [41 ] School Prefects RUTH SPRENGER President of Upper VI and Head of the School. Magazine Editor. President of Lower VI., ' 31. Ruth only came in Form V and she has attained the most prominent position in the school. JEAN McGOUN Vice-President of Upper Vl. Gym Lieutenant. Sub-Editor of the Magazine. Games Lieutenant ' 31 and President of the Dramatic Club. Jean has been with us from Upper L She has always held a high place in her class, and taken a great interest in all school activities. PATRICIA MITCHELL President of Special VL Sports Editor of the Magazine. Gym. Captain and Head of the Athletic Association. Pat came to " Traf. " in the first form and she has always excelled in Sports and held offices in her form. [42] School Prefects ANN SWEENY Vice ' Pre. ' iideiif of IJppir VI. President 3 1 . Dramatic Club ' ji. Ann started school in Form Upper II and ranks as one of our best ooetesses. SHIRLEY STEVENSON Cy.n. Captain of Upper VI. Advertising Manager of Maga-ine. Secretary Treasurer of Dramatic Club " 3,1. Gym Lieutenant ' ji. Shirley has been in school since the Upper II and has always been " Our Dream Lady. " JOAN HENRY Vice-President ' 3 r Dramatic Club ' 31. Joan came to school in the Upper I and has always caused us a great deal of worry owing to her mental ability. [43] o w ; O H H W CQ w Oh Cl, p O tl-l l±i § B tC Pi H O D z; pi , - J z Q Pi : O z o 2 p? Pi o S Pi H M H 1 g oi W O B Pi 1 CQ z z H z o O w »; Pi o Z CL, . Pi ceT Z S w o £ H Z pij Z • w Pi pa CQ H Z o o O 1 (a , iJ Z Pi : w w Q CQ Pi s CQ J- Pi .y ■7 O S o K O 5 w Z ; Cr! N S3 Id k eg Z Pi W ■5 H a s Pi 2 o -a s CO Pi o CQ [44] ' 31- ' 32 Upper Sixth Form Quotations JocELYN Bruce Eleanor Blchanan Betty Cameron Barbara Dean Betty Forrest Marion Gardner Constance Grier Margaret Hale Nora Hankin Margaret Hayman Joan Henry Shirley Hope Beverley Hughes Cynthia Jennings Suzanne Kohl Mary Malcolm Jean McGoun Peggy McKay Eileen Rogers Margaret Sadler Ruth Sprenger Shirley Stevenson Vivian Stewart Ann Sweeny Barbara Tims Dorothy Walker Kathleen Williams I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. " Still be doing, never done. " Overexertion in any line should be avoided. " U ignorance is bliss, I ' m in perpetual dissatisfaction. " O keep me innocent, make others great. " Write me as one who loves his fellowmen. " She used to be a bashtul girl And looked on men with awe. " Speech has been given to man to explain his thoughts. For she was jes ' the quiet kind, Whose nature never varies. " What I learned I have forgotten What I know I guessed. " Wise men never boast about their wisdom. " O that those lips had language. " Incentives come from the soul ' s self. " Don ' t take lite too seriously, We never get out of it alive, anyway. " Murmured a low voice, full of care, ' Thy homework, didst thou not prepare? ' " This then my friend, seems to be Justice to attend to one ' s own business. " 0 what a tell-tale face thou hast. " If at first you don ' t succeed. Try, try, try again. " Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff? " Better late than never. " Let not his mode of raising cash seem strange. " And his answer trickled through my head Like water through a sieve. " Genius is the ability to avoid work. " 1 can be so good as I please If I please to be good. " Ah, but a man ' s reach should exceed his grasp, Or what ' s a Heaven for? " Theirs not to reason why Theirs but to do or die. " O what may man within him hide Tho ' angel on the outward side? " [45] s Q W Oh O £ ' Si ; oJ r " ? O o -I O O O p-i Pi z w Q S Z S o o w a. 3 2 o [ 6] Lower Sixth Form Quotations Edna Adams Margaret Anderson Joan Bann Jean Barlow Katherine Grier Monica Hill Margaret Howe Gwendoline Johnston Helen Martin Mary McCrae Margaret McGiffin Mary Pae Jean Symons Peggy Chapman " What I learned I have torgotten. And what I know I have guessed. " " Judge her by what she is — So shalt thou find her fairest. " " She is as good as she is fair. To know her is to love her. " " Still waters run deep. " " I cannot check my childish blush, My colour comes and goes. " " I think, but dare not speak! " " Faith, sir, we were carousing to the second cock. " He sings each song twice o ' er Lest you think he never could recapture The first fine careless rapture. " " A maiden never hold Ot spirit, so still and quiet. " " Say from whence You owe this strange intelligence. " " From morning till night it was her delight To chatter and laugh without ceasing. " " She has an eye that could speak Though her tongue be silent. " " At school with meek and unaffected grace Her looks adorned the venerable place. " " As for myself, I ' ll let you think — I cannot sav Tm out of ink " ! " Mission Representatives For m I. Remove. Upper I. " II. Upper III. Upper II2. " IIIa. " IIIb. Lower IV. Agnes Montgomery Renee Moncell J.anice Dumaresq Lois M.alcolm Fr.ances Collins B.- rb.a.ra Hampson Dorothy Brown Alison Brovv ' n Margaret Pettigrew Form IVa. IVb. Lower V. Upper Vi. Upper V2. Lower VI. Special VI. Upper VI. Lola Byrd Kathleen Kay Marjorie Tooke Edith Angus Yolande Grafton Joan Bann Constance Seifert Kathleen Williams Contributions for Social Service Work « Total Amount Collected $209.13 Federated Charities 100.00 Labrador Cot 60.00 Trafalgar Cot in Montreal Children ' s Hospital 40.00 Balance will be given to the Fresh Air Fund. At Christmas every girl brought a warm garment for the Griffintown Club, and a number of the Forms provided Christmas dinners for different families. From December to April baskets of provisions were sent every second Friday to the I.O.D.E. Emergency Relief Fund. [47] FORM SPECIAL VI Top row, left to right — Elizabeth Eraser, Dorothea Eggers, Constance Seifert Bottom row — Audrey Shearer, Anna Stevenson, Patricia Mitchell (President), Helen Hyman, Megan Owen Special Sixth Form Prophecy Just gaze into the future years, The Special VI of ' ' thirtytwo " Have passed into the realms of life. Their sorrows, pleasures, all are new. Look, lounging in that chesterfield. With all those pillows, silk and lace, The dark brown eyes gaze calmly out. Just look once more — it ' s Helen ' s face ! Then journey we to regions far. Where housed upon a tiny hill. With rows of beds of Esquimaux, Nurse Megan tends to all the ill. Now turn we to Quebec and see Our little Connie cooking steak (She took, at Mac, a household course) For husband and her children eight. Most modern of the modern, look At Dot, with all her orphans dear; She made a marvellous orphans ' home. A handful there for her to rear ! Then gaze we to the Maritimes, At Pictou county ' s social flame. Ah! there ' s where good old Lizzie reigns. Still true to Pictou just the same ! At early dawn on Sherbrooke Street There ' s Pat, in shorts and sunburnt face. She ' s training, now a year or so — At the Olympics she will race. On Westmount Boulevard we find Our Audrey — such a task to do! Divide her time the same between Her " hubbie " and her children two! And thus our class, in years to come. Will go along their different way; You ' ve seen them all but one — that ' s me! A sigh — " Oh, you! " you ' ll doubtless say. Anna Stevenson, Form Special VI. [48] Mastery for Service TWENTY-FIVE years ago Sir William Macdoiiald founded Macdonald College. He meant It to be a rural college, where hoys from the country could be taught improved methods of farming; where girls from the country should be taught to make well-run and beautiful homes; and where both boys and girls should be made first class teachers to teach the children in the rural districts. Today people from all over Canada, and from many other countries, from cities and villages, come to Macdonald College that through study and research they may learn to better their land, the heritage of their race; that they may make better homes, for homes are the foundations upon which a nation is built; and that they may better civilization by giving their children a good and thorough education. In a country like Canada, with its vast acres of land. Agriculture is an important science. At Macdonald nearly all the students in Agriculture are men; but a few girls take the course, though more with a view to gardening. There is a two-year diploma course, and a four-year degree course. The School for Teachers is very popular with both boys and girls. It is divided into three courses — the Elementary, consisting of half a year at the college: the Intermediate, which is a whole year, and the Kindergarten Course, which consists ot two years ' practice teaching in town, with lectures twice a week, and then one year studying at the college. The School of Household Science draws a great number ot girls to Macdonald. There are four courses, varying in length and content, to suit the needs of those who wish to be housewife, expert, teacher, or institution manager. These are the three-months Short Course, of which there are three a year; the one-year Homemakers " Course; the two-year Institutional Administration Course; and the four-year Course, leading to the Bachelor of Household Science degree. Even in the Homemakers ' Course, which I took, one learns an extraordinary amount and many things which the untrained housewife, even through she is experienced, may never know. It is a training which will be of great value in anything a woman may do later. Not only are the practical and theoretical sides of Cooking. Sewing, Laundering, Care of the House, and Household Administration taught with great thoroughness, but those sciences such as Bacteriology, Physiology, Chemistry, Physics, Nutrition and Nursing, which may be applied to the home, are taken up. All those students who have graduated from Science have proved that they are well equipped to run and keep a home efficiently, to do efficient service in such professions as dietitian, or to teach to others all that which they have learnt. And yet, although it is becoming more popular every year, there are many still who do not realize the importance of Household Science both in the home and as a profession. Were Sir William Macdonald to see the college which he founded as it is today, he would, I am sure, be more than satisfied. Its beautiful grounds and buildings have been kept in the best condition, so that one ' s first impression of the college is a very favourable one. But inside this framework of lovely surroundings and handsome buildings, Macdonald has built up for itself a worthy tradition of efficient service and good work, and has lived up to its motto " Mastery for Service. " Monica Lym. ' n. [49] An Account of the Trial Scene by the Duke of Venice On May the fifth, Form IIIa did portray, The Trial Scene from Shakespeare ' s play, " The Merchant of Venice. " Arrayed in their costumes, all trembling with fear When the time appointed did draw very near. The part of old Shylock, the merciless Jew, To Griselda Archibald all credit is due. The clever young doctor, Portia by name. Won for Dorothy Brooks much honour and fame. In signing the bond, Antonio did wrong. But his trial was gained by Phyllis Hamilton. Bassanio, Peggy Kaufmann ably portrayed. In satin tunic and bonnet, most gaily arrayed. Then entered the Duke, in ermine ' trimmed gown. With hammer in hand for silence to sound. The name of the Duke (the kind, gentle, old man), I dare not disclose, so guess if you can! Gratiano the tease, old Shylock knew well. Was mischievously taken by Janet Dobell. Ruth Blackstock the part of Nerissa did take, A very charming clerk this young miss did make. Salanio, the Duke ' s attendant, did nothing lack. By the kindly manner of Miss Margaret Black. Then last, but not least, came the excited mob, To do the shouting was their chief job. Frances Earl, Joan Calverley, Margaret Newell and Marion Hart, These all did their best, right from the start. Now if any credit should come to IIIa, It certainly should go our Teacher ' s way, For she tried a success to make of the play We ' ll all remember for many a day. Dorothy Brown, Form IIIa. [50] ' La Poudre aux Yeux " Les classes specbles de Vie et IVe ont presente le 6 mai dernier ii Tecole " La poudre aux yeux " , comedie en 2 actes par Labiche et Martin. PERSONNAGES Docteur Malingear Audrey Shearer Madame Malingear Yvonne Cochand Monsieur Ratinois Dorothy Eggers Madame Ratinois ---------- Constance Seifert Robert ------------ Patricia Mitchell Emmeline ----------- Katharine Grier Frederic ------------- Ernestine Ross La bonne des Malineearl . „ La bonne des Ratinois Annabel Forsyth Un valet de chambre ---------- Alison Bryson Un negre ----------- Anita Bennet-Alder L ' histoire se passe a Paris entre deux families de la bourgeoisie frangaise. M. Malingear, docteur sans clientele, Mme Malingear et Emmeline leur fille, M. Ratinois, ancien confiseur, Mme Ratinois et Frederic leur fils, jeune avocat, encore sans causes. Les deux jeunes gens s aiment et desirent se marier. TcRit irait bien si Mme Malingear d ' abord, et Mme Ratinois ensuite, n essayaient de se tromper reciproquement quant a leur situation sociale et leur fortune. Les deux families entassent tant de mensonges qu il arrive un moment ou les projets de mariage seraient rompus si Robert, riche marchand de bois, oncle des Ratinois ne ramc ' naient les parents dans la voie de la raison et du bon sens. La soiree debuta par la Marseillaise jouee par Sheila Archibald; puis Dorothy Eggers lut un resume en anglais de la piece. Les acteurs ont joue avec beaucoup d ' entrain et de charme. Nous remercions Mademoiselle Dillon et ses eleves de la tres charmante soiree que nous avons passee. The Lectures of the Season OUR lectures this year have been interesting and varied; They have dealt with countries from remote India to our own Canada. Their compelling power and interest rested on the enthusiasm with which they were delivered. The " Road to Mandalay, " by Mr. Baker, stirred our imaginations most. He presented a clear picture of the Burmese. He showed their love of colour in their gaudy dress. He illustrated their rather barbaric streak of cruelty by the tale of a king killing his brother claimants to the throne. He explained to us the reason for their many risings by showing how childlike and im ' pressionable they are. Such are the Burmese; a people primitive, yet trusting and lovable. Miss Eva Hazell s lecture on Western Canada impressed us with its stark reality. She showed us the material need of the West, the need for food and clothing. She also made us realize their spiritual need and what the closing of the churches meant to those isolated people. At the end we felt better acquainted with Canada, more closely in touch with our brothers of the West and more willing to give our support tc their great struggle. " Russia, " by Miss Ella Smith, was quite a different lecture. She told uo of the upheaval of the ideas of mankind and presented it in so simple a form that every child could understand. The basic idea of the Russians, that the means of production which is thus the means of wealth should be placed in the hands of the State rather than the individual, was made clear. Their views con ' cerning the concentration of labour was explained and a clear outline of their system given. These lectures have all proved most enjoyable and this part of our broader education most fully appreciated. Margaret C. Hale, Form Upper VI. [51] [52] GIRL GUIDES WE HAVE been very fortunate during the past year to have Miss Helen Ogilvie again as our Captain, and as our Lieutenant, Miss Hazel Howard, whom we were very sorry to lose in December, but were glad to welcome back as her successor Miss Evelyn Howard, our Lieutenant of last year. Our company has greatly increased this year, twenty recruits having been enrolled by Mrs. Howard, our District Commissioner. The company gave a Pirate Party and each patrol invited two guests. Miss Cumming and Miss Bryan, Members of the Staff and all the boarders were also invited. The gymnasium was transformed into a Pirate Ship called " The Phrisky Ship Phantom Phish. " The party began with a game called " Black Peter " and then we divided the Pirates into three groups, each group hunting a hidden treasure. More games were played and then supper was served in a truly Piratical manner, sandwiches and cake tied up in paper bandannas. Then prizes were given for the best costumes and the singing of " Taps " ended a very happy 193,2 Guide Party. On Saturday, February 20th, at the Baron Byng School, a Guide Singing Competition took place. About thirty companies entered and the Cup was won by the 8th Company. The District Cup Competition was held on March gth, at the Hall of St. James the Apostle. We were divided into three groups. Patrol Leaders, Second Class and Tenderfoots, and were asked various questions according to our groups. The Cup was again won by the 8th Company and we came third. On the 8th of April we went to a play called " All Baba and the Forty Thieves " produced by the Junior League. This year, instead of having the Annual Rally in the Forum, it is to be held in " Molson Stadium, " and we are going to do signalling drill with three other companies. Katherine Stevenson, Barnswallow Patrol. Behind the Scenes at the Rally WHO are these blue uniformed creatures standing on the corner of the street? " " They are Girl Guides. " " What are they waiting there for? " " They are waiting for their officers, who are going to take them into that big building over there. " " What are they going to go in there for? " " To-night is the night of their Rally. " The Guides troop in — tall Guides, short Guides, fat ones, thin ones, fair girls, dark girls, straight-haired, curly-haired. Sea Guides, Rangers — Guides of every sort, but all in their best [53] uniforms; hats brushed and pins bright; very models of spick ' and ' spanness. Each officer looks upon her charges with proud glance — with the look of a motherly hen regarding her chicks. Each commissione r smiles as another group passes by: " Don ' t the girls look nice this year? " At last Y ' s company come off the floor. Their work is done and the audience is clapping. They are all very hot as they file into the seats assigned to them. " I wish there was someone selling ice cream here. " Did Captain hear that? Anyway she says : " Oh, Y ! Do you think that you and Z could go out and buy some polar bars for the company? " " Just see if we can! " The next scene shows Y and Z tearing out of the building and into the nearest shop. " Do you keep polar bars? " " Yes, two? " " No, twenty-seven, please. " A look of astonishment registers upon the face of the storekeeper. " I ' m sorry, I only have six. " " Well, well take them anyway. " Exit Y and Z who dash on to the next store at top speed. " Do you keep polar bars? " " Sorry, we ' re all sold out. " [54] Y and Z , still undaunted, conquer the next block at a trot and enter another store, puffing. " Do you sell polar bars? " " Sure, how many do you want? " " Twenty-one, please. " The salesman looks somewhat surprised, but, trying to conceal it, counts out twentyone polar bars. " That ' s all I have, you just came in time. " " Thanks. " Y and Z exit and run a marathon to the structure which contains the Guides. They breathlessly master the stairs to the top walkway. They are dazed to see so many people. At last they locate their companions at the opposite end of the building. They speed along the walk to find themselves cut oft by a high wire partition. There is a gate, but it is locked and the policeman in charge has no key. " Can we climb over it? " " Huh? Quoi? Je ne comprends pas ! " " Can we ? " Y immediately demonstrates, boosted by Z . The guardian of the law looks rather aghast as they grin at him and disappear among some of the two thousand Guides, to refresh their friends with the now almost melted polar bars. Now the Guides have quitted the building. The streets are crowded with Guides, officers, fond parents and cars. X stands at the corner, gazing anxiously into every car and muttering: " They said they ' d pick me up here. How long are they going to take? I wish I hadn ' t said I ' d meet them — " " And at last: " Oh, there ' s mother now! " Waves to an approaching car and finds that it is not her mother ' s. Retires embarrassedly into the shadows, and suddenly hears: " Oh, there you are, dear, I ' ve been looking for you every where. " And so home and to bed, " tired but happy. " Nancy Murray, Goldfinch Patrol, Form IVb. Brownie Report WE STARTED the year v. ' ith 13 Brownies, but several recruits soon joined us. We were sorry to lose Priscilla Washburn, who was a very keen member of the Pack. The Brownies have worked very hard this year and the following girls have passed their 2nd class tests and are entitled to wear and class badges: Diana Daniell, Janice Dumaresq, Helen Greenfield, Estelle Hargreaves and Marjorie Robinson. Several others have nearly finished their tests. The 2nd class Brownies are now working hard for their ist class badges, and they are busy learning to signal. Some of them can send and receive messages from one end of the garden to the other, and if anyone is suffering from a bruised knee or a cut finger, they can apply to the Brownies for first aid ! Winifred H. Grummitt. [55] BRENDAFOX- Trafalgar Athletic Association Committee Honorary President Miss Gumming Honorary Adviser Miss Bryan Chairman Miss Nicholl Captain Patricia Mitchell Vice-Captain Peggy Chapman Secretary Katharine Grier Fifth Form Representative Mary Gross Gymnasium Officers 1931-32 Form Upper VI. Lower 6? Special VI. Upper Vi. Upper Va. IVa. IVb. IIIa. IIIb. Upper III. Upper II2. II. Upper I. Remove I. I St half 2nd half Gaptain Shirley Stevenson Patricia Mitchell Mary Gross Phyllis Mussell Frances Brown Nancy Murray Griselda Archibald Joan Tooke Jean Scrimger Janet Porteous Lois Malcolm Marjorie Robinson Estelle Hargreaves Priscilla Washburn Elizabeth Shaw Lieutenant Jean McGoun Katharine Grier Helen Roy Katharine Weeks DOREEN DaNN Helen Jackson Phyllis Hamilton Joyce Schnaufer Barbara Barnard Barbara Hampson Faith Lyman AiLSA Gampbell Renee Moncel Elizabeth Shaw Bereath Graig Games Officers 1931-32 Form Gaptain Vice ' Gaptain Upper VI. Cynthia Jennings - Margaret Sadler Lower Special VI. Peggy Chapman Jean Symons Upper Vi. Meredith Seybold Anna Thompson [56] Upper V2 a Lower V. IVa. IVb cr Lower IV. 111a. IIIb. Upper III. Upper 111. II. Upper I. Remove I. I St half 2nd half Ruth Mattinson MiLLICENT VeLLO Ruth Oliver Katherine Carvell Mariorie L.atter Carol Ayer Prudence Porteous Dl- n.a Ekers Joan Stearns Helen Greenfield Bereath Cr.- k; Ianet Morrisey Helen Mudge Marjorie Bayne Mercy Walker Ruth Blackstock Katherine Creelman Margaret Montgomery Frances Coghill Sheil. Gordon WiLM.A Howard Mary D.akin Agnes Montgomery The Gymnastic Competition 1931 The Junior Inter Form Competition was held m the morning on May 27th. The shield was tied for hy the Upper I and the Upper II 2 forms. The Senior Competition was held on June jrd, IQ31. All forms worked very hard to excel, and as usual the total marks were very close. The shield was won by the Upper VI form. The shield awarded to the best all-round captain in the school was won by Editha Wood of the Upper VI form. The cup tor the form showing the keenest spirit and greatest progress in Athletics was awarded to form IIIb. The Gymnastic Demonstration 1932 On the evening ot March nth the Annual Demonstration was given, under the direction of Miss Nicholl, to hcm we are all very grateful for the pains she took to make this exhibition a success. We wish to extend our sincere thanks to her and to Mile. Germain who was at the piano. Rope climbing, skipping, races, country dances and musical drill were done by the Juniors. Balancing Exercises [57] The Seniors showed great abiUty in their exercises on the horse and in balancing, as well as the regular form drill. Following this, badges were awarded to the officers in each class elected by the girls. Tennis 1931-32 193 1 — The Tennis Match between Miss Edgar ' s and Miss Cramp ' s school and Trafalgar resulted in the following scores. First Couples, Trafalgar won 6 ' 3, 6-4; Second Couples, Miss Edgar ' s won 6-3, 6 4; Final Match between winning couples, Trafalgar won 6-3, 6--1. Players — Elizabeth Kennedy and Katharine Grier, Barbara Tirbutt and Patricia Mitchell. We are very glad to see the cup stay another year in our gym, and wish this year ' s players the best of luck. The Final Match in Senior Tennis Tournament was played between Elizabeth Kennedy and Peggy Chapman, resulting in a victory for Elizabeth 6 ' 2, 6 ' i. A Junior Tennis Tournament was won by Phyllis Hamilton. Upper V2 won the Inter-Form Tennis cup. 1932, — This year ' s Tennis Singles and Inter-Form Tennis Tournaments are in progress at the time of writing. Badminton Among the Juniors and House girls Badminton is most popular, but is not played a great deal by the Senior girls of the school. The Junior Badminton cup of 193 1 was won by Barbara Barnard, and this year ' s Juniors are at present trying their skill in a tournament. Drill on the Lawn [58] Deck Tennis Deck Tennis was started this year and is popular among the House girls and Juniors. Hockey Hockey was very popular this year, and due to the great interest shown by Mrs. Short, who coached us, we were able to have a match between the House and School. The result was a victory for the School 4-0. If it had not been for the weather we would have had more games. The rink was used a great deal by the Juniors for skating. Basketball 1931-32 We are very glad to see the first team cup ot the Private School s Basketball League return to us this year at the close of the league ' s sixth year. There were some very e.xciting matches played. During the entire season Trafalgar First Team did not lose one game. The Study won the cup in the second team division of the league, and we congratulate them heartily on their play. 1931-32 Private Schools Basketball League Results Miss Edgar " s Study Weston Trafalgar Total Teams Miss Edgar ' s . . . 2 -j- 2 2+2 0 + o 8 ist 2nd O + O 2+2 O + I 5 Study o + o O + 2 0 + o 2 ist 1 -r 1 2+2 2+2 12 2nd 1st Weston o + 0 2 + O 0 + o 2 o + o o + o o + o o 2nd 2 -;- 2 2+2 2+2 12 1st Trafalgar 2 + I O + O 2+2 7 2nd ist Team Cup — Trafalgar, 12 points. 2nd Team Cup — Study, 12 points. On 30th April, First and Second Junior Basketball matches were played at the Y.W.C.A. between Weston and Trafalgar, resulting in a victory for Trafalgar in both games. Among the Juniors we see some very promising material for our future Senior teams. There have been many basketball matches played between the House and School, resulting in victories for the School. We have also had the pleasure of playing two different teams of Old Girls. The first match was with girls of a good many years ago, and the result was in favour of the present girls. The second match was with more recent girls and also resulted in a victory for the present girls. The Inter-Form Basketball matches were played as usual; IVa winning in the Senior school after a hard fight for the cup with Lower and Special VI. The Junior cup was won by Upper II i. We are very sorry that Dunham was not able to come and have a Basketball match with us, as we enjoyed our viiit with them so much last year. [59] TRAFALGAR BASKETBALL TEAM, 1931-32 (First Teara) row, left to nght-BETTY Ritchie, Marion Ritchie, Miss Nicholl (Coach), Beatrice Taylor Front row— Peggy Chapman, Patricia Mitchell {Captam), Mary Uross 160] Basketball Team Criticisms, 1932 (First Team) Patricia Mitchell (Shooter). Patricia has been an excellent Captain. She is a very good reliable and hard working plaver. T.B.B. 1031-32. Pegcy Chapm.-w (Centre Shooter). Peggy plays a very good spirited game and can always put forth extra effort in critical moments. T.B.B. 1930-31-32. M.ARY Cross (Guard A very good player. Mary has practised steadily and well this year. T.B.B. IQ32. Be.- trice T.aylor (Shooter A very hard working and reliable member of the team. T.B.B. 1932. M.ARiON Ritchie (Guard). Marion ' s passing and team work are very good. T.B.B. 1932. Betty Ritchie (Centre GuardK Betty passes and combines very well with the rest of the team. T.B.B. 1932. (Second Ted);i) K.ATH.ARiNE Grier (Shooter). A persevering player and a valuable member of the team, 1931-32. Marg.aret Sweet (Guard). A very good reliable player, Margaret has substituted most satis- factorily on several occasions for the first team. 1932. Fr.ances Brown (Centre Guard). A most promising player. Frances has done well and made continued progress during the year. 1932. Emily Ad.- ms (Guard). Emily is a very promising player and a most reliable member of the team. 1932. Ivy Turner (Shooter). An active and hardworking player, but somewhat erratic at present. 1932. Carol Jennings (Centre Shooter). With more thought and control Carol will be an excellent player. 1932. Carol Wright, Marjorie B.ayne and N.ancy Murr. ' y have been very keen and hardworking substitutes. SECOND BASKETBALL TEAM, 1931-32 Bac row, left to right — Emily Adams, Carol Jennings, Margaret Sweet Front row — Frances Brown, Katharine Grier, Ivy Turner [61] TRAFALGAR TENNIS TEAM, JUNE 193 1 Elizabeth Kennedy, Katharine Grier, Patricia Mitchell, Barbara Tirbutt Tennis Team Criticisms, 1931 Elizabeth Kennedy (Tennis pin, i929 ' 30 ' 3i). It is a great pleasure to watch Elizabeth play. Her style and strokes are very good indeed and we have all learned much from watching her. Katharine Grier (Tennis pin, 1931). Katharine worked very hard and improved very much during the season. Patricia Mitchell (Tennis pin, 1931). Patricia practised with keen interest and made good progress. Barbara Tirbutt (Tennis pin, 19J1). Barbara ' s play improved greatly but was inclined to be erratic. [62] Do Vou Wear a Beret ? [63] House Quotations 1932 Margaret Anderson Patricia Mitchell Constance Grier Katharine Grier Anna Stevenson Constance Seifert Elizabeth Fraser Dorothy Eggers Shirley Hope Peggy Dash Margaret Sweet Sheila Archibald Ernestine Ross Annabelle Forsythe Cicely Jack Yvonne Cochand Dorothy Gogo Mary Hills Margaret Slack Pamela Ewing Evelyn Stevenson Elizabeth McCrory Anita Bennet -Alder Lower Dormitory Upper Dormitory House ' Then we will talk — ye gods, how we will talk. " ' Oh, he sits high in all the people ' s hearts. " ' He was wont to speak plain and to the purpose. " ' He is given to sports, wildness and much company. " ' There is no-courser, like a page of prancing poetry. " ' Speak gently, ' tis a little thing. " " Tis a good-natured creature at bottom. " ' The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars. But in ourselves, that we are underlings. " ' Be to her virtues very kind; Be to her faults a little blind. " ' I never knew so young a body with so old a head. " ' Her eyes are stars of summer fair; Like sunrise, too, her bright red hair. " ' In short, I have been very ill-used. " ' Oh, to love so, to be so loved, yet so mistaken. " ' How hard it is for women to keep counsel. " ' He hath borne all things well. " ' To know, to esteem, to love and then to part. " ' The hungry sheep look up and are not fed. " ' Nourished two locks, which graceful hung behind In equal curls. " ' Brutus, thou sleepest; awake, and see thyself! " ' For even though vanquished she could argue still. " ' An unlessoned girl, unschooled, unpractised, Happy in this, she is not so old that she may learn. " " When from this land she ' s called by fate. She ' ll surely be a trifle late. " ' Curiosity killed the cat. " ' Too busy with the crowded hour to live, to fear, or die. ' You have waked me too soon, I must slumber again. " ' I am nothing if not critical. " [64] House Athletic Association Honorary President Horiorary Adviser . Chairynan dipt am Vicc ' Captam .... Secretary-Treasurer Convener Miss Gumming Miss Bryan Miss Nicholl . . .Patricia Mitchell . . . .Katharine Grier . . .Constance Seifert Margaret Anderson Sports We are all very grateful for the handsome shield which Miss NichoU presented to the House for competition between the Dormitories. The House appreciates her kindness very much. It has stimulated interest in both Dormitories and there is much friendly rivalry between the two floors. It was won by the " Upper " both terms, though the total marks were very close; and we are both hoping to win it this term. During the year we have had many tennis and basketball matches, as well as tournaments in deck tennis and badminton, which are now in progress. The House was successful in most tennis matches against the School, though not so lucky in basketball matches. The different tournaments of 193 1 were won by: — Tennis Singles — Anna Stevenson; Tennis Doubles — Katharine Grier, Cicely Jack. Badminton Doubles — Katharine Grier, Constance Grier. House Stripes Stripes were awarded to the following girls: — 193 1, Term 3, — Deborah Barbour, Constance Seifert, Alison Addie, Margaret Southee. 193 1, Term i — Patricia Mitchell, Katharine Grier, Constance Grier, Constance Seifert. 1932, Term 2 — Anna Stevenson, Elizabeth Eraser, Margaret Sweet, Cicely Jack. House Badges of 193 1 — Katharine Grier, Anna Stevenson. [65] HAVC r tvocous SryusT irj Twe House TMiS A V4(E HAb AMD P ATHI House Chronicles THE Boarders, during this year, have been fairly fortunate in their forms of entertainment. Several plays, concerts and recitals have been attended by the girls throughout the year. During the first term we were lucky in being taken to see " Elizabeth the Queen, " a play which gave us all a very good idea of the real Elizabeth, with all her temper, fire and charm. A large party was taken some time later to see " Dear Brutus " and " The Dark Lady of the Sonnets, " both of which we enjoyed immensely. At the same time our entertainments at school kept us occupied. At the end of October our annual Hallowe ' en Party was given by Lower VI, and we all spent a very weird and amusing time. Towards the end of the term some of us were extremely lucky in hearing Fritz Kreisler play. Many of us who had not heard him before were glad of the opportunity this year. Once again we were entertained in our own way at school. On Remembrance Day, during the evening we planned a Book Masquerade. Each girl was to go as the name of some book or as a character from one. This gave us plenty to think about, as a reward was to be offered to the girl who had the best number of guesses of what each girl represented. During the second term we did not see so many plays. We took, however, full advantage of the skating rink, and enjoyed many an evening skating on the ice. Sickness, as well as a good deal of our time being taken up in preparation for our Annual Gymnastic Demonstration, put an end to most entertainments. [66] Our only entertainment throughout the term was a Pirate Party, which was given by the Guides of Trafalgar. Each girl had to appear in the dress of a Pirate. The Assembly Hall was turned into a ship, and we spent a thrilling evening hunting for treasure throughout the school. The present term has been the best of all. Form VI went to see " Quality Street, " which is one of the sweetest and most delightful plays we have seen, performed by the Barry Jackson Players. Most of the other plays came on Saturday afternoons. On Saturday afternoons, the girls who were in were taken to several plays during the year. The mo5t enjoyable were two plays done by Sir John Martin Harvey, " The King ' s Messenger " and " The Bells. " Besides, they were taken to some plays beautifully reproduced by McGill, as well as " Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves, " which was put on by the Junior League. Another most successful play that they were fortunate in seeing was " She Stoops to Conquer. " The girls were also taken to several musical concerts which were given at Ogilvy ' s. On the whole, this year has been an interesting one tor the Boarders. Even as the end of the school year draws near, our activities have not ceased. At present the Boarders are making their plans for their annual banquet held on the last night before school closes, and everyone is getting ready tor the Gymnastic Competition. [67] McGILL TRAFALGAR had great reason to be proud last year when Jean Harvie led the Province of Quebec in the Matriculation Class of 1931, obtaining 87.6 per cent, the highest average ever obtained by a Trafalgar girl. She thus won the Trafalgar Scholarship. Eleven girls passed the examinations in June, and a great many entered McGill in September. They are — Jean Harvie, Betty DeBrisay, Betty Brookfield, Evelyn Bryant, Joyce McKee, Norma Roy, Helen Stewart, Mary Wesbrook, Sheilagh Sullivan, Morna O ' Neill, Deborah Barbour, Marjorie Evans and Betty Safford. The last four girls are residents of the Royal Victoria College. Norma Roy was elected President of the First year. Second year — Alma Howard, Cynthia Bazin, Margaret Hill, Janet Cameron, Florence McMuRTRY, Nora and Betty Miner, and Rosamund Perry. Alice Smith ' Johannsen was again President of her year. Third year — Marjorie Lynch, Marion Wilson, Gretchen Tooke, Kathryn Wood, Greta Larminie, Anne Byers, Helen Hendery, Beatrice Harvey and Mary Strachan. Monica Lyman and Ruth Webb are taking the Domestic Science Course at Macdonald College. Margaret Frazee is in her first year in the School of Physical Education. Alice Johannsen this year represented McGill on the Intercollegiate Debating Team. Margaret Dodds was elected President of Fourth year and President of the Royal Victoria Undergraduate Society. Doreen Harvey-Jellie was elected President of the McGill Women ' s Union, thus making them the first two women members of the Students ' Council. We congratulate the following girls on obtaining their degrees: GwEN Roberts, M.A., in History; Margaret Cameron, Second Class Honors in French and History; Margaret Dodds, Second Class Honors in French and Psychology; Florence Bell, B.A.; Wenonah Beswick, B.A.; Doreen Harvey ' Jellie, B.A.; Eleanor McBride, B.A.; Annie Rowley, B.A.; Ellen Read, B.A.; Eleanor Langford, Bachelor of Household Science. [68] GIRL GUIDES Helen Ocilvie is stil! the Captuin ot the Tnitalgar Company (14th). Hazel Howard was Lieutenant until December, when Evelyn Howard resumed her old position. The Company gave a most successful Pirate Party during the winter, to which they invited members ot the Staff and School. The Guides are deservedly becoming famous for their most original and enjoyable entertainments. Jean D.-vrunc has been elected Treasurer ot the Otficers ' Council for next year. Aileen Ross went across Canada during the winter conducting training courses in many of the Canadian cities. Helen Drummond (Mrs. Henderson) is on the Provincial Training Committee. Phyllis Green has been a member ot a Cadet Corps during the winter. JUNIOR LEAGUE Eileen Peters was elected Second Vice-President ot the League this year, while Isobel Somer ' viLLE continues to act as Recording Secretary. Helen Ritchie is on the Board. She is also Treasurer ot the League Superfluity shop. Pauline Mitchell has been doing responsible work as Chairman of the Canteen at the Montreal General Hospitaj. Elizabeth Stanway, Connie Russell, Catherine Robinson have been very active at the GJitfintown Club. A number of Old Girls have loined the League this winter, among them being Hazel Ahern, Betty Butler, Mary Durley, Bell.a J. cques, Marjorie Lynch, B.a.rbara Mackay, Aidrie M. iN, Alison McBride, Peck, Ethel Renouf, Marg. ret Stew.a.rt, Blair Tatley, M. RY Turpin, Betty Trow, Jean Tyre and Vivian Walker. ABROAD Special mention should be made ot Winnifred Kydd, of whom Trafalgar is very proud. Win- nifred, who for the last year has been President of the National Council of Women, was chosen by our Prime Minister to represent Canada at the Disarmament Conference in Geneva. She is one of the few women delegates at the Conference; and we congratulate the Rt. Hon. R. B. Bennett on his excellent judgment. Naomi Th.a.cker (.better known to Trafalgar as G.ay) sailed for England in January to be abroad for a year. She is living in an old manor near Stratford-on-Avon, and writes glowing accounts of the English countryside, and of the beauty of Stratford in the " off ' season. " Fr.ances Jones is still studying Art in Paris. Leila Mackenzie has been travelling on the Continent, and has recently visited India. We hear from Ernestine Ellis (Mrs. Riordon) in far-away Africa of the birth of her son. M.arjorie Doble (Mrs. Baillon), who has been living near her until recently, has now moved to Mombassa on the coast. Beatrice C. ' rter (Mrs. Davies) passed through Montreal in the autumn on her way from Japan to England, where she is now living. Fr.- lnces Dockrill (Mrs. Moore) also sends news of her son, who was born in London. Lee Howard is at present in the south of France. We are all glad to hear of her recovery from an accident of two years ago. GENERAL Frances Prissick has been doing research in Bacteriology in the Health for Animals Branch of the Government Department of Agriculture in Ottawa, following on her work in the Metabolism Department of the General Hospital here. Elinor Bazin, Nancy Stocking and Pauline Aikman have been continuing their work in that Department, while Patricia Fisher has been transferred to the Pathological Department. Hope Laurie is taking a course in Physical Education at Sargents School, Boston University. Norah Sullivan (Mrs. Glassford), Esther England and Mary Hill are all members of the English Department at McGill. Mary has been studying for her M.A. degree. [69] Harriet Colby has been on the stage in New York this winter. She has had a part in " The Good Companions. " Velma O ' Neill has had some poems accepted for publication and is now busy with her novel. MoLLiE Crombie and Kathleen Putnam are studying at the Beaux Arts. Nancy Thacker took a Secretarial Course at the Mother House. Editha Wood has been doing Social Service work. Janie Spier is an instructor in the Department of Botany at McGill. Marjorie Miller graduates this year from Sweet Briar, Virginia. AiDRiE Main has become quite a figure ' skater, and took part in the Ice Carnival which was held at the Forum during the winter. Margaret Stewart is Secretary to Miss Mackenzie at Montreal High School. Mary Train has completed her second year at Alfred University, New York, where she is doing very well in Art. Margaret Bell graduates from Queen ' s University this Spring. Norah McGinnis is com ' pleting her second year there. Barbara Mackay took a short course at the Davies School of Interior Decoration this winter. Beatrice Howell has been working in the Westmount Library during the winter. Hazel Howard has obtained a secretarial position with the Southam Publishing Co. Elizabeth Tooke is in charge of the Junior League Superfluity Shop. Marjorie D ' Arcy has a sport shop in Quebec. Barbara has been helping her for some time. Kathleen Anderson has been at home this winter, taking a secretarial course. Carol Ross is finishing her nursing course at Montreal General Hospital. Laura Robertson is Secretary to the Registrar at McGill; while Ruth Whitley continues there as Secretary to the Dean of Arts. Joan Archibald has become a great fencer, and has won many tournaments. She and Margaret both have music schools for wee things. Phyllis Green and Allison Weldon have been training at the Montreal General Hospital, and like the work very much. Jane Howard obtained her B.A. at Oxford before she returned to Canada. She has been in charge of the Day Nursery library this winter. Ruth Murray has given a good deal of her time to the McGill Alumnae library in the Ross Pavilion of the Royal Victoria Hospital. Margaret Murray (Mrs. Wonham) is her right hand man in this splendid work. Katherine Tooke has a position with the Sun Life Assurance Co. Helen McLaggan and Muriel Hearn are nursing at the Royal Victoria Hospital. Margaret Bain is continuing her private nursing. Hazel Ahearn has been doing advertising work for Henry Morgan Co. K. HoGLE has a position in the Medical Library. MARRIAGES BROOKS-DIXON On August i8th, 193 1, Margaret Helena Dixon to Dr. C. Emerson Brooks. GLASSFORD-SULLIVAN On August 14th, 193 1, Norah Ethel Newberry Cleaver Sullivan to Arthur Kenneth Glassford. CALDWELL -BENNY On September 12th, 193 1, Marguerite Isabel Benny to Walter Stewart Caldwell. WONHAM-MURRAY On September 29th, 193 1, Margaret Eileen Murray to Walter Richard Wonham. BARRON-FARRAR On December 12th, 1931, in British Guiana, Everald Farrar to Arthur Barron. HENDERSON-FALCONER On December 19th, 193 1, Katharine Beatrice Falconer to Kenneth A. Henderson. WINN-BURPE On February 9th, 1932, Lois Gertrude Burpe to Dr. Albert Reginald Winn. CAMERON-BRUCE On April 21st, 1932, Margaret Edythe Bruce to Alexander Eraser Cameron. BOEHMER-FOX On June 6th, 1932, Brenda Fox to Robert G. Boehmer. [70] Staff Directory Miss Gumming, The Trafalgar Institute, 3,401 Sinipso n St., Montreal. Miss Abbot, Senneville, P.Q. KIlle Adam, The Trafalgar Institute, 3,40 Simpson St., Montreal. Miss Balmforth, The Trafalgar Institute, 3,40s Simpson St., Montreal Miss Bedford Jones, 210 Somerset St. W., Ottawa, Ont. Miss Booley, Bacton, Norwich, Norfolk, England. Miss Brady, 35 5 Durocher St., Montreal. Miss Bryan, The Trafalgar Institute, 3,405 Simpson St., Montreal. Miss Bl ' nvan, 83 Belgrave Rd., Edinburgh, Scotland. Miss Cam, 3622 Lorne Crescent, Apt. 2, Montreal. Mlle Dillon, 2100 Rue St. Denis, Apt. 18, Montreal. Mrs. DicHMONT, The Trafalgar Institute, 3495 Simpson St., Montreal. Miss Grummitt, 7 Pavilion Parade, Brighton, Sussex, England. Miss Hicks, The Trafalgar Institute, 3,405 Simpson St., Montreal. Mlle Juge, The Trafalgar Institute, 3405 Simpson St., Montreal. Miss Kennedy, Grannagh House, Goleraine, Go. Derry, Ireland. Mrs. Leonard, 3408 Walkley Ave., N.D.G., Montreal. Miss B. Lewis, i College Fields, Clifton, Bristol, England. Miss C. Lewis, 2084 St. Luke St., Apt. 2, Montreal. Miss NicHOLL, 85 Hoole Road, Chester, England. Mrs. Norris, 4026 Hampton Ave., N.D.G., Montreal. Miss Rand. ll, The Trafalgar Institute, 3495 Simpson St., Montreal. Mrs. Edith Cousins Sh.- rp, 4S1 Grosvenor Ave., Westmount. Miss Svv.ALES, The Trafalgar Institute, 3405 Simpson St., Montreal. Miss Treweek, The Trafalgar Institute, 3495 Simpson St., Montreal. School Directory ADAIR HELEN 502 Lansdowne Ave., Westmount. ADAMS EDNA, 66 Sunnyside Ave, Westmount. ADAMS. EMILY, 19 Fenwick Ave., Montreal West. A!RD, HELEN, 125 Brock Ave., Montreal West. AIRD, JEAN, 456 Strathcona Ave.. Westmount. AIRD LOIS, 1160 Blvd. Turcotte Three Rivers, P.O. ANDERSON, .MARGARET, 108 Ellice St., Beauhamois, Que. ANGUS, EDITH, 465 Mount Stephen Ave., Westmount. ANGUS LOIS 465 .Mount Stephen Ave , Westmount. ARCHIBALD, GRISELDA, 3106 Westmount Blvd., Westmount. ARCHIBALD SHEILA, 4278 Dorchester St., Westmount. AVER, CAROL, 532 Clarke Ave., Westmount. BANN, JOAN 346 Lansdowne Ave., Westmount. BARLOW, JEAN, 1610 Sherbrooke St., Montreal. BARNARD, BARBARA, 4165 Dorchester St., Westmount. BARNES, CHARLOTTE, 4173 OxFord Ave., N.D.G. BARR, ISOBEL, 4609 Harvard Ave., N.D.G. BATTEN, RUTH, 3827 Wilson Ave., N.D.G. BAYNE, MARJORIE. 6 Portland Ave., Sherbrooke, Que. BEEBE, VIRGINIA, 232 Brock Ave., Montreal West. BENNET-ALDER, ANITA 3025 Sherbrooke St. West. BIRKS. JOYCE, 1547 P,ne Ave. W., Montreal. BLACKSTOCK, RUTH, 128 Sanford Ave., St. Lambert. BLAIR, PHYLLIS SHIRLEY, 828 Pratt Ave., Outremont BONNAR, NANCY, 558 Lansdowne Ave., Westmount. BORLAND, DOROTHEA, 2374 Grand Blvd., N.D.G. BOYD, PEGGY, St. Anne de Bellevue, P.Q. BROOKS, DOROTHY, 145 Wolseley Ave., Montreal West. BROWN. ALISON, 261 Strathcona Ave., Montreal West. BROWN, DOROTHY, 533 Victoria Ave., Westmount. BROWN, FRANCES, 1495 Crescent St., Montreal. BRUCE, JOCELYN, 616 Drummond Court, Montreal. BRYSON, ALISON MclVOR, 9 Peronne Ave., Outremont. BUCHANAN ELEANOR, 6 Park Place, Westmount. BURPE, EVELYN 699 Grosvenor Ave., Westmount. BYRD, LOLA, 8 Gladstone Ave., Westmount. CALVERLEY, JOAN, 128 Arlington Ave., Westmount. CAMERON, BEHY, 745 Upper Belmont Ave., Westmount. CAMERON, JOANNE, 4040 Harvard Ave., N.D.G. CAMERON, PHYLLIS, 745 Upper Belmont Ave., Westmount. CAMPBELL, AILSA 56 Cornwall Ave., Mount Royal. CAMPBELL, HELEN, 596 Victoria Ave., Westmount. CARMICHAEL, ALISON, 331 Elm Ave., Westmount. CARVELL, KATHERINE, 1227 Sherbrooke St., Montreal. CHAPMAN, PEGGY, 4192 St. Catherine St., Westmount. COGHILL, FRANCES, 562 Victoria Ave., Westmount. COLLINS, FRANCES, 29 Redpath Place, Montreal. COOK, PEGGY, 381 Prince Albert Ave., Westmount. COCHAND, YVONNE, Chalet Cochand, St. Marsuerite, P.O. COX, JOCELYN, 2022 Sherbrooke St. East, Montreal. CRABTREE, ELEANOR, 46 Curzon Ave., Montreal West CRAIG, BEREATH, 5454 Queen Mary Road, Snowdon. CREELMAN, KATHERINE, 1444 Sherbrooke St. West, Montreal. CRONYN, JUANITA, 4100 Cote des Neiges Road, Montreal. CROSS, MARY, Box 388, Three Rivers, P.O. D DAKIN, MARY, 3730 Cote des Neiges Road, A ontreal. DAKIN, PEGGY, 3730 Cote des Neiges Road, Montreal. DANIELL, DIANA, 417 Claremont Ave., Westmount. DANN, DOREEN, 3083 Trafalgar Ave.. Montreal. DASH, PEGGY, 1430 Sherbrooke St. West, Montreal. DAVIS, AMY, 1114 Elgin Terrace, Montreal. DAVIS, JUNE, 1114 Elgin Terrace, Montreal. DEAN, BARBARA, 217 Ballantyne Ave., Montreal West, de MERRAL, PATRICIA, 20 Renfrew Ave., Westmount. DOBELL, JANET, 56 Redpath Crescent, Montreal. DE LA PLANTE, RUTH, 5599 Queen Mary Road, Montreal. DODDS, ROMA, 4 Belvedere Road, Westmount. DRIVER, LORRAINE, 5160 Queen Mary Road, Montreal. DuBQIS, JACQUELINE, 488 Argyle Ave., Westmount. DUMARESO, JANICE, 1544 Mackay St., Montreal. [71] E L EARLE, FRANCES, 3515 Marlowe Ave., N.D.G. EGGERS, DOROTHY, 15 South Drive, Larchmont, N.V. EKERS, DAWN, 1535 Bishop St., Montreal. EKERS, DIANA, 480 Cote des Neiges Road, Montreal. EWING, PAMELA, 9 Viewmont Ave., Westmount. F FISHER, DIANA, 22 Richelieu Place, Montreal. FLANAGAN, DOREEN, 659 Grosvenor Ave., Westmount. FORBES, BETTY, 1535 Sherbrooke St., Montreal. FORREST, BETTY, 763 Upper Lansdowne Ave., Westmount. FORSYTH, ANNABEL, 4469 Sherbrooke St., Montreal. ERASER, ELIZABETH, 174 Edsehill Road, Westmount. FRAZER, HELEN, 624 Carleton Ave., Westmount. FROST, PHYLLIS, 656 Lansdowne Ave., Westmount. FREEMAN, PHOEBE ANN, 1559a Pme Ave. West, Montreal. G GARDNER, MARION, 546 Lansdowne Ave., Westmount. GOGO, DOROTHY, 124 Pitt St., Cornwall, Ont. GRAFTON, YOLANDE, 720 Upper Roslyn Ave., Westmount. GRAHAM, ANN, 700 Grosvenor Ave., Westmount. GREENFIELD, HELEN, 1607 Selkirk Ave., Westmount. GRIER, CONSTANCE, Campbellton, N.B. GRIER, GEORGIANA, 1444 Redpath Crescent, Montreal. GRIER, KATHARINE, Campbellton, N.B. GORDON, SHEILA, 65 Holton Ave., Westmount. H HAGAR, CONSTANCE, 590 Transit Rd., Oak Bay, Victoria, B.C. HALE, MARGARET, 658 Belmont Ave., Westmount. HAMILTON, LESLIE, 445 Mount Pleasant Ave., Westmount. HAMILTON, PHYLLIS, 435 Lansdowne Ave., Westmount. HAMPSON, BARBARA, 1501 MacGresor St., Montreal, HANKIN, NORA, 648 Murray Hill, Westmount, HARGREAVES, ESTELLE, 1485 Fort St., Montreal. HARRINGTON, JANET, 447 Elm Ave., Westmount. HART, MARION, 9 Hudson Ave., Westmount. HARVEY, SHIRLEY, 3506 Vendome Ave., N.D.G. HAY, ELIZABETH ANN, 4445 Western Ave., Westmount. HAYDON, DOROTHY, 5765 Cote St. Antoine Road, N.D.G. HAYMAN, EDITH, 3843 Royal Ave., N.D.G. HAYMAN, MARGARET, 3843 Royal Ave., N.D.G. HENRY, BETTY, 4373 Westmount Ave., Westmount. HENRY, JOAN, 1508 Crescent St., Montreal. HENRY, PHYLLIS, 4373 Westmount Ave., Westmount. HEWARD, MARION, 10 Anworth Road, Westmount. HODGES, GAIL, 5636 Notre Dame de Grace Ave., N.D.G. HODGES, PATRICIA, 5636 Notre Dame de Grace Ave., N.D.G. HILL, JESSIE, 2257 Clifton Ave., N.D.G. HILL, JOYCE, 9 Lakeside Ave., Pointe Claire, P.O. HILL, KATHERINE, 2257 Clifton Ave., N.D.G. HILL, MONICA, 9 Lakeside Ave., Pointe Claire, P.O. HILLS, MARY, Norwich, Vermont. HOPE, SHIRLEY, 220 The Driveway, Ottawa, Ont. HOPPER, MARY, 15 Willow Ave., Westmount. HORNER, GARY, 3993 Montrose Ave., Westmount. HOWE, JOAN, 1634 Selkirk Ave., Westmount. HOWE, PEGGY, 1634 Selkirk Ave., Westmount. HOWARD, SYLVIA, 28 Summit Crescent, Westmount. HOWARD, WILMA, 28 Summit Crescent, Westmount, HUGHES, BEVERLEY, 4071 Oxford Ave., N.D.G. HULME, ISOBEL, 3411 Grey Ave., N.D.G. HYMAN, HELEN, 421 Roslyn Ave., Westmount. I IRELAND, EILEEN, 4347 Westmount Ave., Westmount. J JACK, CICELY, 481 Roslyn Ave., Westmount. JAMES, GWENDOLYN, 1455 Tower Ave., Montreal. JACKSON, HELEN, 732 Upper Belmont Ave., Westmount. JARMAN, AUDREY, 78 Chesterfield Ave., Westmount. JENNINGS, CAROL, 4196 BeaconsPeld Ave., N.D.G. JENNINGS, CYNTHIA, 3489 Grey Ave., N.D.G. JENNINGS, HELEN, 4196 Beaconsfield Ave., N.D.G. JOHNSTON, GWEN, 4117 Beaconsfield .Ave., N.D.G. K KAUFMANN, PEGGY, 3449 Grey Ave., N.D.G. KAY, KATHLEEN, 478 Victoria Ave., Westmount. KOHL, SUZANNE, 4340 Montrose Ave., Westmount. KER, VALERIE, 4755 Westmount Blvd., Westmount. LANE, ELEANOR, 11 Parkside Place, Cote des Neises Road, Montreal. LATTER, MARJORIE, 3548 Vendome Ave., N.D.G. LEACH, AUBREY, 4014 Marcil Ave., N.D.G. LeMESURIER, ALICE, 3443 Melrose Ave., N.D.G. LISTER, ALISON, 606 Grosvenor Ave., Westmount. LYMAN, FAITH, 1369 Redpath Crescent, Montreal. LeMERCIER, MARY, 384 Wood Ave., Westmount. M MACKENZIE, CATHERINE, 3060 Westmount Blvd., Westmount. MACKENZIE, ISOBEL, 3491 McTavish St., Montreal. MacMILLAN, MARGARET, 503 Argyle Ave., Westmount. MacMILLAN, MARION, 503 Arsyle Ave., Westmount. MALCOLM, LOIS, 1 Rosemount Ave., Westmount. MALCOLM, MARY, 1 Rosemount Ave., Westmount. MARTIN, HELEN, 3468 Harvard Ave., N.D.G. MARTIN, SYLVIA, 422 Mount Stephen Ave., Westmount. MATHER, GRACE, 5583 Queen Mary Road, Montreal. MAHINSON, RUTH, 554 Victoria Ave., Westmount. McCAUL, KATHERINE, 3559 Northcliffe Ave., N.D.G. McCRAE, MARY, 804 Upper Lansdowne Ave., Westmount. McCRORY, BETTY, 2070 Peel St., Montreal. McGIBBON, MARY, 718 Hartland Ave., Outremont. McGIFFIN, BETTY, 14 Grenville Ave., Westmount. McGIFFIN, MARGARET, 14 Grenville Ave., Westmount. McGOUN, JEAN, 4 Burton Ave., Westmount. McKAY, PEGGY, 626 Roslyn Ave., Westmount. MERRILL, JULIA, 529 Lansdowne Ave., Westmount. MERRILL, PAMELA, 529 Lansdowne Ave., Westmount. MILLS, KATHLEEN, 4159 Old Orchard Ave., N.D.G. MITCHELL, PATRICIA, 3448 Stanley St., Montreal. MONCEL. RENEE, 47 Rosemount Ave., Westmount. MONTGOMERY, AGNES, 3590 Vendome Ave., N.D.G. MONTGOMERY, MARGARET, 3590 Vendome Ave., N.D.G. MOORE, IRENE, 56 Thornhill Ave., Westmount. MORRISEY, JANET, 1321 Sherbrooke St., Montreal. MORRISON, BARBARA, 788 Upper Lansdowne Ave., Westmount. MORRISON, JEAN, 788 Upper Lansdowne Ave., Westmount. MUDGE, HELEN, 20 Cote des Neiges Road, Montreal. MURRAY, NANCY, 1509 Sherbrooke St. West., Montreal. MUSSELL, PHYLLIS, 3034 Trafalgar Ave., Montreal. N NATION, BARBARA, 9 Redpath Row, Montreal. NEWELL, MARGARET, 4052 Wilson Ave., N.D.G. O O ' CONNOR, BETTY, 4216 Oxford Ave., N.D.G. OGILVIE, BETTY, 5555 Terrebonne Ave., N.D.G. OLIVER, RUTH, 4115 Westhill Ave., N.D.G. OWEN, MEGAN, 3470 Oxford Ave., N.D.G. P PAE, MARY, 485 Prince Albert Ave., Westmount. PETERSON, BETTY, 139 Edison Ave., St. Lambert. PETERSON, PEGGY, 139 Edison Ave., St. Lambert. PETTIGREW, MARGARET, 434 Metcalfe Ave., Westmount. PLANT, PATRICIA, 4065 Cote des Neiges Road, Montreal. PORTEOUS, JANET, 48 Holton Ave., Westmount. PORTEOUS, PRUDENCE, 19 Redpath Crescent, Montreal. R REDPATH, JOAN, 4 Parkside Place, Cote des Neiges, Montreal. REID, ALISON, 102 Vivian Ave., Model City, Mount Royal. REID, ALLANA, 154 Hillcrest Ave., Montreal West. REISER, MARIE, 108 Ballantyne Ave. South, Montreal West. RITCHIE, BETTY, 219 Wolseley Ave., Montreal West. RITCHIE, JEAN, 724 Upper Lansdowne Ave., Westmount. RITCHIE, MARION, 219 Wolseley Ave., Montreal West. ROBB, BETTY, 659 Belmont Ave., Westmount. ROBINSON, JEAN, 629 Murray Hill, Westmount. ROBINSON, MARJORIE, 1459 Crescent St., Montreal. ROGERS, EILEEN, 1535 St. Mark St., Montreal. ROSS, ERNESTINE, 108 St. Louis Road, Quebec City, Que. ROSS, MARGARET, 5027 Sherbrooke St., Montreal. ROY, HELEN, 66 Forden Crescent, Westmount. S SAUNDERS, MARGARET, 624 Dunlop Ave., Outremont. SADLER, MARGARET, 37 Windsor Ave., Westmount. SARE, HELEN, 1557 St. Mark St., Montreal. SCHNAUFER, JOYCE, 484 Strathcona Ave., Westmount. SCRIMGER, CHARLOTTE, 1 389 Redpath Crescent, Montreal. i SCRIMGER, JEAN, 1389 Redpath Crescent, Montreal. [72] SEELY JANE 1636 Seaforth Ave Westmount. SEIFERT CONSTANCE, 1 16 St. Cynlle St., Quebec City Que. SEVeOLD MEREDITH 351 Lansdowne Ave. Westmount. SHARP ELIZABETH 61 0 Carleton Ave. Westmount. SHARPE LORNA 4098 Melrose Ave. N.D.G. SHAW .ANNE 69 CUndeboye Ave. Westmount. SHAW, ELIZ.ABETH 69 C ' andeboye Ave. Westmount. SHAW NANCY 638 Belmont Ave. Westmount. SHAW PEGGY 3466 Peel St., Montreal. SHEARER AUDREY 636 Roslyn Ave., Westmount. SLACK, DOROTHEA Waterloo P.O. SMART, ALISON 792a Cole St. Catherine Road Montreal. SMART ELSPETH pOa Cote St. Catherine Road, Montreal. SMITH ELIZABETH 631 Lansdowne Ave. Westmount. SNELL PATRICIA 63 Summit Crescent Westmount. SOPER ANN 3246 Cedar .Ave. Westmount. SPRENGER RUTH 4342 Beaconsfield Ave. N.D.G. STEARNS ANN 1 5 14 M.icGresor St. Montreal. STEARNS JOAN 1514 MacGregor St Montreal, STEVENSON ANNA 1 50 East 52nd St New York N.Y. STEVENSON EVELYN 150 East 52nd St. New York, N.Y. STEVENSON KATHERINE 1 545 Drummond St.. Montreal. STEVENSON SHIRLEY 732 Upper Roslyn Ave. Westmount. STEWART BETTY 2046 Vendome Ave. N.D.G. STEWART VIVIAN, 2 SummerhiM Terrace, Montreal. STRACHAN A.IARY 956 Upper Lansdowne Ave. Westmount. SWEENY, ANN 363 Melville Ave., Westmount. SWEET, M.ARGARET. Blue Mountain, Pictou County, N.S. SYMONS, JEAN, 592 St. Joseph St., Lachine, P.O. SIMPSON, MARGERY, 4107 Hampton Ave., N.D.G. TAYLOR, BEATRICE 31 Baret Road Westmount. TAYLOR, JEAN 41st Ave Lachine, P,0. TELFER RUTH, 619 Lansdowne Ave., Westmount. THOMPSON, ANN.A, 1251 St. Mark St., Montreal. THO.MPSON, HELEN 627 Belmont Ave., Westmount. THOMSON JOY, 3219 Westmount Blvd., Westmount. THOMPSON LILIAN, 17 Willow Ave., Westmount. THORNTON ,MEREDITH 344 Kensmston Ave., Westmount. TIMS BARBARA 38 3 Harvard Ave. N.D.G. TOOKE JOAN 4 Hudson Ave., Westmount. TOOKE, MARJORIE 4 Hudson Ave., Westmount. TURNBULL, SHEILA 783 Wilder Ave., Outremont. TURNER IVY, 424 Wood Ave., Westmount. V VAUGHAN, GLORIA, 1227 Shcrbrooke St., Montreal. VELLO, MILLICENT, 799 Upper Belmont Ave., Westmount. W WALKER DOROTHY, 8 Douglas Ave. Westmount. WALKER MERCY 3 Belvedere Road, Westmount. WALSH, JOAN 5051 Gl encairn Road, Westmount. WARD, BARBARA 4321 Harvard Ave. N.D.G. WARD, BETTY 311 Drummond Court Montreal. WASHBOURN JEAN 3065 Cedar Ave., Montreal. WASHBOURN PRISCILLA 3065 Cedar Ave. , Montreal. WATSON, DIANA 437 Grosvenor Ave., Westmount. WEBB, RUTH 3457 Northcliffe Ave., N.D.G. WEBBER, ALISON 3456 Grey Ave., N.D.G. « ' EEKS, KATHERINE, 4666 Victoria Ave., Westmount. WESBROOK JANET 3581 Northcliffe Ave., N.D.G. WESBROOK PEGGY 3581 Northcliffe Ave,, N.D.G. WILKES BARBARA, 2062 Vendome Ave., N.D.G. WILSON ISOBEL 4053 Vendome Ave., N.D.G. WILLIAMS, KATHLEEN 486 Lansdowne Ave., Westmount. WILLIAMSON, BETTY, 1610 Sherbrooke Si , Montreal. WILLIAMSON CHARLOTTE, 623 Belmont Ave, Westmount. WILLIAMSON HOPE, 623 Belmont Ave , Westmount. WRIGHT ALTHEA, 151 Brock Ave.. Montreal West WRIGHT CAROL, 4293 Montrose Ave., Westmount, WRIGHT DORA 576 Sherbrooke St. West, Montreal. WURTELt GRACE 755 Upper Lansdowne Ave , Westmount WURTELE. ISOBEL 756 Upper Lansdowne Ave., Westmount. WURTELE, JEAN, 756 Upper Lansdowne Ave., Westmount. VAN WYCK, AUDREY, 621 Belmont Ave., Westmount. Agnew-Surpass Now at last comes the perfect sport shoe tor women — ■ The SPORTLEIGH with Durex Sole Priced $7.50 to $10.00 AGNEW-SURPASS SHOE STORES nil ST CATHERINE ST. W. SHEFLER ' S SCHOOL OF PHYSICAL CULTURE DANCING GEORGE W. SHEFLER, Principal TV 1647 SHERBROOKE WEST FItzroy 1242 [73] 1 I 74] A. F. RiDDELL, C.A. A. C. Stead, C.A. J. Maxtone Graham, C.A. James Hitchison, C.A. John Paterson, C.A. H. D. Clapperton, C.A. C. Ct. Wallace, C.A. RIDDELL, STEAD, GRAHAM C C ' +O Chartered Accountants , . 460 St . 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