Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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Come in Anytime S W I M MING BASEBALL TENNIS G O L F ' ' BASKETBALL BOATING CAMPING BADMINTON HIKING RIDING CAN O E I N G JAS. A. OGILVY ' S LIMITED ST. CATHERINE AT MOUNTAIN STREET, MONTREAL ENJOY a Perfect CUP of COFFEE Exclusively in A P Food Stores The Great Atlantic Pacific Tea Co. Limited of Canada Contents PAGE In Memoriam - . , . . . - ■ - w Editorial - - - - - - ' - - - ' 12 Literary - - - - - - - - ■ - ' ■ ' 13 QuELQUES Histoires Francaises ' •- ' ' ' - - - - 26 Juniors - , 1 ' School Chronicle . - , -i Girl Guides and Brownies - 48 Sforts House ' ' ' ' 55 Old Girls " Notes ( 1 Address Directory - - - , - - , - , 65 Autographs -j . T. EATON C9.M.T« OF MONTREAL JUNE 1933 VOLUME VII Trafalgar MAGAZINE STAFF Editor Sub Editor Helen Roy Aubrey Leach MAGAZINE COMMITTEE Advertising Managers Sports Editor .......... Art Editor Secretary Treasurer ......... Fifth Form Representative . . . . . . . . House Representative ........ Magazine Adviser ......... J Beatrice Taylor Ivy Turner Mary Cross Marguerite Slocum Joan Bann Sylvia Howard Cicely Jack Miss Bryan CLASS REPRESENTATIVES Form Lower VI. Form Upper V2. Form Lower V. Form IVa. Kaye Mills Emily Adams Cicely Jack Phyllis Henry Form IVb. Form IIIa. Form Ills. Form Upper II. Elizabeth Sharp Barbara Ward Eleanor Lane F. iTH Lyman FORM OFFICERS Form President Vice-President Upper VI. Mary Cross Helen Roy Lower VI. M.- RJORIE TOOKE Ivy Turner Upper Vi . Emily Ad.ams JUANITA CrONYN Upper V2. Nancy Murray Ruth Oliver Lower V. Cicely Jack IVa. Margaret Slack Dorothy Brooks IVb. Katharine Stevenson Patricia Plant IIIa. Jean Scrimger Barbara Barnard Ills. Janet Porteous Frances Coghill Upper II. Faith Lyman Jane Seely II. Margaret MacMillan AiLSA Campbell Upper I. Jane Elliot Alma Macfarlane Remove. Isabel Wortele Bereath Craig School Prefects Helen Roy Edith Angus Aubrey Leach Betty Ogilvie Joan Bann 3n iWemoriam The Late Mr. Alex. F. Riddell Mr. Alexander F. RiJdell, whose death occurred on the 24th September, 1932, acted as Secretary of the Institute from its foundation in 1877 until his resignation on the 30th September, 1929, and thereafter as Governor. From the first he took the keenest interest in the welfare of the School, and infinite pains to further its advancement. He was a man of gracious and winsome personality; of outstanding business ability; of sound judgment and foresight. Mr. Riddell will be remembered tor his strong convictions that nothing could shake; for his tolerance that knew no envy and sought no reprisals; for his quiet and unassuming demeanour, his untiring labours, his literary gifts, and for much that he did in promoting education and learning in this city. He possessed to the last a youthful and buoyant nature and an overflowing joy in life. He had a kindly heart, a great love for children and a quick under- standing of youth. His death was a great loss to the School and to all therein who loved and respected him. The growth and prosperity of the School are in great measure due to his faithful service and sound judgment in all things that concerned its welfare. He has left behind him a lasting and fragrant memory. I 11 ] THE school year has rolled round to a close once more, much to the delight of some and the sincerest regret of others. The expression " time flies " has often been quoted; but it takes the last year of one ' s school days to make one realise the truth of this saying. The longer one stays at Trafalgar the more fond one becomes of the school and its ways. It has a background built of wonderful traditions standing for all that is fine and true, and many of the noblest Canadian women have been, and are, " old girls. " Every day the highest standards neces- sary for good community living are held before us, so that the training is educational in more than one way. All these combine to throw down to us who are leaving this year, a very real, sacred challenge, and we are setting out with the determination to " play up, play up and play the game " even as those who have gone before us have done. Miss NichoU ' s return to England caused us many regrets. She had taught gymnastics for many years, and had become very well liked by all the girls. Her place has been taken by Miss Booth, who is extremely popular with us all, and has been termed " a good sport and lots of fun. " The school was very proud to have Winnifred Kydd come and speak at the end of April. It is rather awe-inspiring to think that, out of the two women delegates chosen to represent their countries at the World Disarmament Conference held in Geneva, one should be an old " Traf " girl! Hearty congratulations are due last year ' s graduates for the places they achieved in the Matri- culation Examinations. The list was headed by Barbara Dean, and our next girl was Joan Henry. This class brought real honour to the school and we are justly proud of them all. A remarkably keen spirit has been shown in the sports this year. The basketball team has done particularly well, not having lost a game, and so once again we have won the Inter-School Cup. Hockey and tennis have been renewed with enthusiasm, and the Juniors played a great deal of badminton. Altogether this has been a very successful year, and we, who are leaving, hope it may continue through our Matriculation Exami nations. [ 12 ] LITERARy The Forgotten Kingdom ' HE last rays of the setting sun shone through the stained glass windows of a spacious room and fell directly on a glass case. A girl was examining its contents. At last her searching iingers found a deep green stone. Turning around, she held it up for her friend to examine. The sunbeams seemed to strike the stone, sending out a myriad sparkling diamonds. " This gem, " said its owner, " is one of our most prized possessions. It was found by my brother on an island near Greece. This island is quite small, and is covered with thick vegetation. No one lives there or knows anything about it. Yet my brother found this beautiful gem. Perhaps some rich traveller exploring the island lost the stone out of a ring. " No, it had never been in a ring. Many centuries ago it had looked down upon a race of people dwelling on the island. It had glowed upon many generations. To some it seemed cold and cruel, to others warm and bright; but always mysterious and fascinating — for it was one of the eyes of their great god Sirol At the height of its prosperity, the town had been a very beautiful one. The forested Mount Siro, with its lower slopes covered with grape vines and olive trees, served as an excellent back ' ground. In the foreground the bright blue sea curled into white wavelets on the beach. The houses were large and built of white stone. Each house had a spacious lawn, sometimes a fountain, but always flowerbeds. The people were very fond of flowers. The cool, moist woods and shady trees relieved the dazzling white of the streets. Built on the slopes of Mount Siro stood the temple. Its walls were of white marble carved in intricate designs. Its garden was the most beautiful in the town. Fountains threw their sparkling waters into the sunshine; flowers grew in profusion, filling the air with their fragrance. The inside of the temple was even more beautiful. It was dark and hushed. The very silence could be felt. The roof and floor were of mosaic work. Faint tapers flickered in the gloom. At the end of the room, on a black marble throne, sat the god Siro; he was made of pure silver. On his head he wore a cap of jewels; his face was that of a man; his expression was both sinister and fascinating; his thin lips curled in a mocking smile; his eyes glittered; his body was clothed in a garment consisting of precious jewels; in his hands he held a bowl in which incense burned. Thus sat Siro, watching his people from generation to generation. It was the night of a festival. The moon, a silver disc in the sky, accompanied by a host of stars, shone down on the gay scene below. The dark waters lapped gently on the white sand. The sound of laughter and music floated on the breeze. Coloured lights glowed amongst the foliage of the trees. Suddenly great volumes of smoke issued from Mount Siro. Then flames of [ 13 ] fire burst forth, leaping madly into the black sky. A convulsion seemed to rack the mountain; the top burst off; and a stream of burning lava hurled itself down the mountain side, sweeping all before it; straight for the temple it rushed. Amidst the thunderous roaring, Siro sat calmly and unmoved. Yet his eyes glowed madly and triumphantly as the temple began to quiver; for Mount Siro had come to claim his namesake! Soon, where once a flourishing town had stood, there was only a field of red hot lava. Many years rolled by. A traveller attracted by the island ventured to explore it. There he found a green stone which blazed at him like an eye. The people of that island had believed that Siro would never die; and perhaps they were right, for the eye of their god still lives and glows in an English mansion! Dorothy Brooks, Form IVa. Richard (Ehgy on the Death of a Favourite Turtle) 0 come, ye muses, haste ye to my aid; For I must write upon the passing of My dear friend, Richard, of the noble heart. Fair to look upon, noble, brave and strong; More daring than Ulysses who took Troy; Thou ' st faced as many dangers in thy time As Theseus and the ten young men in Crete, As Perseus who conquered the Gorgons And saved the fair Andromeda from death. But now thouVt gone, alas, and left My life forever. How can I live without Thee, thou most loving playmate of my youth? We used to sit before the crystal lake And dream of nymphs, of Neptune and the sea. We wandered o ' er the lee and in the wood. And fancied we saw fawn and elf and dryad; Then over hills and vales we rambled on — Ah, then was life the flow V of childhood ' s joys : But now thouVt gone and I am left to mourn. Though mayhap on that dreary night (for so It was for me) thou found ' st a better home. 1 picture thee in sweet Elysian fields; Mid yellow cowslips, ox ' eyed daisies gay, A crown of crimson roses on thy head. And resting on a bank of moss and thyme. If thou art happy Til not wish thee back. For ' tis thy pleasure I would ever seek Because while with me thou wast ever true; Was e ' er a turtle lovelier than you? Nancy Murray, Form Upper V2. [ 14 ] Fairyland " A story, please! " The children stand, Expectant eyes to niine uplitted. And, in a trice, we all have drifted Down Fancy ' s stream to Fairyland. There tlow ' rs ne ' er fade, nor chill winds blow. And magic wands wave care away; In this tair land we long to stay, That all its secrets we might know. O children with the eager eyes. And parted lips so sweet to kiss. What can I tell you more than this? Youth ' s Fairyland about you lies. As coming years unfold their tale. And, all intent, you turn the page, May Fairyland attend your age, Tho ' , like the morning star, waxed pale! Gr.ace M.ather, Form IVb. Jce-Caves in the Laurentians NE hot August day last year, nine of us set out by canoe from our camp in the Laurentians to explore some ice caves about ten miles away. In the early afternoon we beached our three canoes at the base of an exceptionally high moun ' tain, where we were to meet a guide. When he failed to arrive, we decided to proceed alone. As we were unable to find the trail, we used a compass and blazed our own trail through the dense undergrowth, thus ensuring our safe return to the canoes. As we climbed higher our progress became more and more ditficult, and we grew steadily hotter. Finally we reached the summit of the mountain, from which vantage point we could see the rivers, lakes and mountains for miles around, and could even locate our camp ten miles away. After a short rest, five of us set out again and presently w ere overtaken by our anxious guide, who immediately led us to the object of our journey — the ice-caves. These were located in a large and comparatively level stretch of rock, in which we found a crevice about three feet wide, across which lay a tree trunk. Much to our astonishment, this proved to be the entrance to the caves. Our preconceived idea of " caves " had been entirely different from this. The guide tied a long, heavy rope to the tree trunk and, with a flashlight at his belt, descended it. Two of the more adventurous followed him into the depths, one of whom soon called up that it seemed " miles " going down, but was delightfully cold. I mustered up my courage and started down, chiefly to get shelter from the blazing sun. During the first part of the descent rock ledges provided footing and assistance, but I soon came to a huge boulder wedged between the sides of the crevice. I sat on it for a minute and, looking down, could see the guide ' s light; so I grasped the rope again and at a perilous rate slid dow-n, down, to the bottom, where I found the others eager to explore. My first impression was that of intense cold, which seemed the more severe because of the heat at the surface. Since the two still left on the top would not attempt the climb down, we set off with our guide. It was very dark, but with the aid of the flashlight we could easily see. The floor of the caves was covered with ice and we found it hard to keep on our feet. The sides of the caves were covered with a cold, wet, slimy substance. In many of the caves we found piles of snow; and we made snowballs [ 15 ] just to be able to say we had done so on a hot day in August. In several places we would see little shafts of sunlight coming through cracks in the rock overhead. Although anxious to investi ' gate thoroughly what seemed to be a vast expanse of subterranean rooms and passages, we soon felt we must get back to warmth and sunshine as we were not clothed for Arctic exploration. The ascent was much more difficult than the descent. Our hands and shoes were wet and slippery, which made it difficult to obtain a firm grip of the rope; but with each other ' s help we all managed to reach the surface in safety. The country being entirely uninhabited, there is no tradition or history attached to this very extraordinary rock formation ; and I suppose it would not be very interesting even if it were known. Nevertheless we felt we had had a very interesting and thrilling experience, and returned to our camp promising ourselves another trip under circumstances which would give us more time to make a complete exploration and, perhaps, to make discoveries of great interest and importance. Sylvia Howard, Form Upper V2. The Water-Lily ' s Lover A lovely water ' lily grew in a pond, With a sea ' shell pink ' tinted face; But she slept all day, while her sisters gay Fluttered with flowery grace. She slept alone ' mid the other flowers, Which opened wide every day. Her sister lilies adorned the sun. They flourished beneath his ray. He was their lover; they wondered why He wasn ' t their sister ' s too. She was as pretty as any of them That danced on the silvery blue. But she kept her beauty for only one. The one that she loved most dearly : The one that she loved was the golden moon That shone in the night so clearly. And every night when the moon was bright. When the stars were merrily twinkling; The water-lily would open wide With a soft and bell-like tinkling. And when the first rays of dawn arose. The moon would fade away; The water-lily would close her eyes. And sleep through the sunny day. The other lilies were unaware That she met her lover at night ; Till a butterfly told them of what he had seen, As he paused in his rapid flight. At eve when the lilies have gone to sleep The moon smiles down from above — Smiles down on a lily who murmurs, " Oh! I am here, I am here, my love! " Barbara Ward, Form IIIa. [ 16 1 There are pounds that make us heavy; There are pavements that we pound In the hope of getting Hghter, And a smaller size be found. There are pounds that stray dogs go to; There are pounds that give us wealth; There are pounds that masseuse gives us, In the hope of gaining health. There ' s the pound the grocer gives us, In exchange for which we pay; There ' s the pound that " Traf " possesses. That ' s unique, in every way. It also takes your pennies, But for quite a different plan; Just lose your own possession, Then forget it — if you can! Charlotte Barnes, Form IVa. The Eclipse as I Saw It " pOR many months before the day on which the eclipse was to occur, people had been planning where they would go, so that they might see it to the best advantage. Scientists came to Canada from all over the world to observe and photograph the great and rare phenomenon. I was staying in the country, about thirty miles south of Montreal, when the day of August thirty-first arrived. We were all excited and wondered if all the things that were prophesied would come to pass. Dawn broke, a very dull and disheartening morning; the sky was cloudy and had every appearance of rain. Our hopes were raised for a short time about noon, when the sun peeped out from behind a cloud but soon became obscured from our view again. About 2.15 p.m. E.S.T. the clouds broke and the sun shone forth in all its glory. We stood in silence, watching the change that was taking place, and a wonderful sight it was. At the right hand side of the sun could be seen a black shadow which eventually proved to be the moon. As we continued to gaze upward (using smoked lens) the sun became very bright and we could see flames of fire bursting from the [ 17 ] sun ' s surface. The moon continued on its way, the shadows grew in si e and the light faded into gloom. There was not a leaf stirring and silence reigned over all. The light soon took on a twilight effect, and there was only a small portion of the sun that was not obscured from our view. As the time of totality 3.24 p.m. E.S.T. passed, the rim of the sun appeared on the right hand side, the gloom faded away and the shadow of the moon disappeared beneath the clouds. As we stood in awe and wonderment, after seeing the marvellous sight, it seemed as if the earth had been sleeping and then awoke in the light of a new day. A gentle breeze then rocked the trees and things began to stir. The temperature took a sudden drop of 20 degrees c. during the eclipse. It also had curious effects upon birds, flowers, insects and fowl. The birds fluttered around and finally flew to their nests, the flowers began to close, the bees became blinded by the rapidity of darkness and the hens began to go to roost. Thousands of people were disappointed at not being able to witness this rare spectacle, which was only visible in certain parts of the province. " God moves in a mysterious way. His wonders to perform. " Dorothy Brown, Form IVa. The Seven Ages of Woman All the world ' s a fashion parade And all the female population models; They have their fancies and their fashions gay, And each one in her turn wears many styles During the seven stages. First the baby. Bedecked with laces in her nurse ' s arms. Then the prinking schoolgirl with ribboned hair And furbelows a world too old in style For such a youthful wearer. And now the flapper, Coquettishly wearing her garments with allure To win herself a husband. Then the bride, Arrayed in wedding gown of lace and satin. Veiled demurely, yet with searching glance Seeking her desire — admiration — Even at the altar. And now the matron, In fine rich velvets and jewels of great price. With flirting eyes and skirts of youthful cut. Full of wise " cracks " and modern instances. And so she plays her part. The sixth age shifts Into the grey and yet resplendent grandma. With lorgnettes on nose and " Fido " at her side. Her youthful spirits still too strong to dress As fitting for her age. Her failing voice Stills talks of fashions, modes and styles, while yet One foot is in the grave. Last scene of all That ends this gay eventful history Is second childishness and mere oblivion To all the vain world ' s golden store — save dress. Nancy Bonnar, Form Upper VI. I 18 1 The Coming of the Storm A LL morning the sun had been shining and the lake had been as calm and still as the proverbial millpond. Noonday passed, and the day remained as fair as ever; but before four o ' clock a stitf breeze had sprung up, breaking the smooth surface of the water into thousands of little ripples and whispering softly amongst the pine trees on the hillside. By halt-past five the breeze was a strong wind and great dark clouds were appearing above the eastern horizon. People hurried heme to reach shelter before the storm broke. The wind grew to a gale, lashing the lake into a fury of waves and spray; bending the stately pines till they cracked and groaned. The sky grew black and the rain poured down, enlarging the streams, washing out the roads and laying flat the fields of ripening oats. And still the wind howled and raged, shaking the birds ' nests out of the trees and frightening the babies in their cradles. The rain showed no signs of abating and seemed to delight in hearing the farmers bemoan their spoilt crops, their tlooded roads and their broken bridges. All night the wind roared and the rain fell. Near midnight the sky was rent with vivid flashes of lightning, and even the wind and rain seemed quiet compared with the roll of the thunder. The treej swayed and bent like ghostly figures when one could see their outlines against the lightning lit sky. Suddenly, with a peculiar rending noise, a huge limb fell from a maple tree, and almost at the same moment a tall elm became livid with lightning. The fire was soon put out by the drench- ing rain, but the massive tree was split from tip to root and one half fell to the ground, lifeless. It seemed as if a horde of revengeful devils had been let loose to play havoc in the sky, so fiercely did the storm rage. But as the dawn broke, the rain abated, the thunder and lightning ceased in distant rumbles and halt-hearted tlashes, and the wind gradually died down. The clouds rolled away and the sun came out with all its golden splendor. The lake looked up to heaven with a smile on its once more peaceful face, the birds sang and the trees rested after their storm-tossed night. The air was fresh and cool and one could aptly say — " God ' s in his heaven. All ' s right with the world. " Nancy Murray, Form Upper V2. Monday Mornings A T PRECISELY seven-fifteen I am rudely awakened from my slumbers — my dream-castles ■ ' ■ hopelessly shattered — my few hours of ecstasy snatched unmercifully from me. A glass of shockingly cold orange juice is thrust into my weak and trembling hand. I noisily gulp this down, then settle comfortably back into the refuge of my warm blankets again, while I summon up all my courage and suddenly jump out of my unyielding bed. I tear down the hall, grasping my clothes on the way, never once looking back, knowing perfectly well that I would never be able to resist the temptation of returning to that pleading bed. As I scrutinize my haggard features in the mirror I solemnly promise to retire to-night at seven-thirty, if it is the last thing in the world I do. I manage to struggle to the breakfast table and try to produce a cheery " Good Morning, " but I only succeed in assuring all concerned that I am in no mood to be tampered with. My father lowers his paper and gazes sadly upon his offspring, realising more and more his misfortune and wondering what will become of this modern generation. Then what I have been dreading arrives. The Gazette is gently but firmly set down, the serviette neatly folded, all with the air of one who is having great difficulty in controlling his temper. That prominent eyebrow which is inevitably used as an arm for directing attention towards certain objects arises, and his stern eyes focus upon me. The same story which fathers never seem to tire of telling is recited — " When I was a Boy — " By this time I am in that state of mental contortion which requires no food. I gratefully excuse myself, and in a little while I am only too glad to emerge gingerly into the piercingly cold air and toot briskly for twenty-seven minutes, covering exactly 1.8 miles, to school. Your particular atten- tion should be directed to the fact that if after the strenuous half-hour at breakfast you still remain sleepy, this walk leaves no doubt of your absolute alertness. The unwelcome sound of the first bell reaches your ear as you approach McGregor Street. I run the length of McGregor and a little more before I reach the school. An abrupt turn must be made at this point in order to avoid [ 19 ] striking an impenetrable brick wall. This lessens my speed considerably; but my fright of receiving another bad mark, on the charge of being late for the sixth time during the last month, overcomes all other obstacles and I reach my destination just in time to change and sneak into the classroom to the echoing strains of the last bell. While lining up for prayers I snatch a few last glimpses at my Latin homework (which never ceases to cause me endless worry). Prayers for me are spent largely in thanking the Lord for helping me to have courage enough to attend " Monday Morning School. " Phyllis Henry, Form IVa. The Sea ' s Vengeance The waves dashed on the rocky shore, Flinging their spray on high; The seagulls swooped in sudden fright As lightning filled the sky. The wind howled in mournful glee, Mocking a staggering ship As it tossed and rolled on a billowy sea, ' Twas merciless in its grip. The wind died down to a sighing breeze And the sky became clear and blue, But never again would be seen that ship Nor any of her crew. Dorothy Brooks, Form IVa. The Spindleton Success A RAMINTA sat opposite her uncle, pouring out his weak tea for him as he scanned the daily paper with his short-sighted eyes. This was one of the few moments in his busy, hopeless day in which he could escape from the world that sneered at him. In the business world he was decidedly not a success. The Spindleton family had never been successful. They never could be. He sighed, put down the paper and gazed steadfastly at Araminta. " Well, my child, since you have stopped college, have you decided on a profession? " Araminta had. Secretly she had always longed to find a profession in which she could break the old family traditions; in which she could be a success! She had not told her uncle. She knew he would only shake his head sadly at her. He was used to the ways of the grasping world. No Spindleton could ever be a success. Araminta knew differently. The other day, as she was sitting in the train, she noticed uncomfortably that the eyes of the woman across the aisle had held her under close scrutiny for some minutes. Suddenly she spoke to Araminta. " You are Miss Cleopatra Winebold, are you not? " she had asked the confused Araminta. Araminta flatly denied it. Just another slip of recognition. She had laughed at the absurd name. It was even worse than her own! Then, when reading the morning paper the secret was unfolded. The woman had evidently been a very ambitious newspaper reporter. In the news column Araminta found her own rather plain face. Under it was printed the name of Miss Cleopatra Winebold, the noted authoress. Tired of the public eye, she had been abroad traveling. The report stated that she had lately been found in America, in a train bound for Montreal. Araminta was like her in practically every feature. If Cleopatra had been a success, Araminta would be. She had quite a small fortune saved up from the money she had saved for the four years college she could not go through with. With this money she would Araminta ' s uncle returned from some futile business trip to an empty house. He was seldom confused. Araminta was seldom out. I 20 ] The telephone rang and Araminta ' s voice came over the wire. She ordered him to come down to the Httle shop they had been trying to sell for so long. She had made a sale. He went. Behind the counter stood Araminta in a blue smock. The sides of the store were covered with shelves on which many books had already appeared. Contented customers came and went. Araminta was at last in the atmosphere she had longed for. " Araminta, " her uncle said weakly, " the Spmdkton Success Betty McCrory, Form IIIa. A Dream I had a dream the other night. When everything was still. How I look ' d out and there I saw Caesar upon a hill. I went right up and spoke to him And asked him what he thought. Then he in the insanest way Replied: " Forget me not. " " And what of Farther Gaul? " I said. Thinking he ' d speak to me. But all he did was look surprised And climb right up a tree. Just then I realized, of course, ' Twas Latin I must speak. But in some most unlucky way All I could say was, " Die. " With this he turn ' d to me and smifd And said, " Dixisti male; " And with another smile he left. Saying sweetly, " Vale. " I sorrowed much to see him go And said, " This io no joke; " But as I did so — lo, behold, I suddenly awoke. Nancy Murray, Form Upper V2. Ancient History The first thing that I think I learnt, Was when the town of Athens burnt. And secondly when Sparta led And soldiers fought and then they bled. The rise of Thebes came next, I think. But then that soon began to sink. And now strong Macedon arose And kept the nation on its toes. But Macedon was soon to fall. For one man cannot rule o ' er all. [ 21 ] 0 woe, Tve left poor Persia out! 1 quite forgot what came about. Now let me think, when Darius died Alexander came, there to abide. And next the Roman troubles came, And then the world went on again. June Davis, Form IIIa. The Spectator Club of the Twentieth Century ' HERE are many members of our club who are dignified, but of all our august assembly the most dignified is Mr. Roger Moreland. He is very tall and thin, with white hair brushed back from a lofty intelligent forehead. But it is his hands that really stamp him for what he is, for they are very long white hands with sensitive fingers tapering at the ends, while the dead white moons stand out on the almond shaped nails, proclaiming noiselessly that their owner is an aristocrat in every sense of the word. The Morelands are a very old family who were given grants of land in practically every country in the British Empire. They always were wealthy, and although there is a rumour that that wealth has flown, I do not think that our fellow member, who is the last of this honourable house, will ever come to want. He lives in a huge lonesome house on the top of the mountain, and although it is forbidding from the outside, yet inside there is an invaluable library to which the present owner has greatly contributed, for he is a connoisseur in books. Then there is the picture gallery with generations of Morelands, and throughout all the rooms and corridors are wonderful paintings and vases that have been culled from all corners of the earth by the present Mr. Moreland. As for his treatment of others, he is an aristocrat and never forgets it, and although he says very little or nothing when there is an accident or a mistake is made, the waiters in the club are terrified of him. No one has ever seen him smile or betray any emotion, but I have heard that once a week he goes to the Crippled Children ' s Hospital and is a loving, sympathetic father to all of them. Captain Sidney is without doubt the most handsome of us. He is tall, with a commanding military carriage, fair hair that is going grey at the temples and, above his well ' Cut stubborn mouth, a little fair moustache. He is at his best in the conventional dinner jacket, with his fair hair and tanned skin, and his medals and ribbons, and with his delightful speaking voice. Everyone that does not know him is very impressed. But judging him by ordinary standards, he is a failure. For one thing he is a parasite, leaning on his elder brother for support, and the brother is not at all wealthy but he is very generous. Captain Sidney drinks heavily and this can be seen in the lines in his face and the dark bags under his eyes. He also gambles, but this and his many other faults are forgiven him because he is a war ' wreck; he did most certainly have a bad time overseas, having been gassed twice, and finally a piece of shrapnel piercing his cheek went up past his eye and is lodged in the base of the brain. He was a very nervous, highstrung youth before he went to the war and the sights he saw there have just burned themselves on his memory, and the only way he can get relief from these sights is by drowning them in drink, which he does regularly every night. We all feel sorry for him because he has such a pleasing personality and would have been a brilliant diplomat, if only he had not allowed the war to conquer him. Other men went through the same baptism of fire and it nearly drove them mad also, but they fought down the feeling and are now self ' respecting citizens and doubly ' ' men. " It is to be regretted that Captain Sidney was too weak to fight anC conquer the same thing. One of the most successful business men is Mr. Langton. He is fairly tall, inclined to plump- ness, with a bald head and a fat, merry face. Success is written all over him, as it well might be, for he is head of one of the largest iron factories in the country and he started in the iron business as a puddler, working his way up to his present position. He married when he was still a poor man and the only child of this marriage is a tall young man who is just a younger reproduction of his father — in looks. I say in looks, because Mr. Langton is giving his son every advantage, good [ 22 ] high school and college education, improved and polished by travel, advantages which he never had. He is passionately fond of the boy, and keeps reading good hooks and improving himself as much as possible, so that the younger will never have any cause to be ashamed of his father. He is every inch a man, lust to those under him and kind, a great giver to charities, quick to make a decision, a born leader of men, and with an unfailing sense ot humour. He is perhaps the most popular man of the club, being liked and respected by the members, and trankly adored by the servants. I now come to Sir Henry Morton. He has a cold, hard face and is the hardest man for a business deal that I know ot. He is president of a famous railway company, and has for years filled his own pockets, lived on the company ' s money and robbed those under him. His sense of humour is only aroused when he tells a joke, which he does every time he comes; and because his morals are not very high, his jokes are sometimes a little too strong. He likes to have people pay him deference, but none of us do; so his visits are very infrequent, for which we are all heartily thank- ful. He IS a successful business man; but how different from Mr. Langton! Younger than the rest of us is Gilbert Martin. His father was a very successful commercial lawyer and therefore he expects his son to be a success in law also, bu t I am afraid he is doomed to disappointment. Gilbert would be sensational either as an actor or a playwright, because his talents lie in this direction, and he has produced several amazingly good plays at college, but his father will not realise this. The boy has quite a free time around town because his family live just outside the city, and so he knows all the Bohemian set, chumming with the young authors, painters and pianists, and we at the club relish the little tales he tells about them. He does not come very often, but his visits are like a fresh spring breeze, and he is obviously a great favourite with the ladies from the little things he says, though they are not said with any intention of giving this impression. Gilbert seems to be constantly laughing and his gaiety is infectious, we find; he never seems to take anything seriously, but there have been chance occasions on which I have seen a very different Gilbert from the usual laughing, joking, young blood. After one ot his visits we old cronies sit back with a sigh, but I wonder if the sigh is for our past youth, or for the peace that comes when youth is gone? Aubrey Leach, Form Upper VI. Night in Country and City ' I HE sun slowly sinks below the horizon, leaving only a fading splash of colour in the western sky. The wind dies down, and a sense of quiet peacefulness pervades the meadows. Now and then the call of a sleepy bird or fowl shatters the silence. As the light fades, bats dart to and fro, and an ov ' l hoots in the distance. Gradually darkness falls; one by one the stars appear — and twinkle merrily at one another. In the little creek, giant bull-frogs serenade their mates. Then suddenly, from out of a silver sea, comes the moon, big and red, and smiles softly down on the sleeping countryside, and tries to look her best for the benefit of the insignificant human being, who gazes on her splendour, in awe and reverence. Thus, one sits quietly all evening, watching the common, but always inspiring, phenomena of night ! Night in the country never fails to make one glad to be alive, and to forget the worries and heartaches of the day. Night in the city is an altogether different thing! The sun goes down behind tall severe buildings, half obscured in mist and smoke. The lights are turned on in the streets. Office build- ings open their doors to let out a boisterous, noisy crowd of humanity, all looking forward to a night of amusement. One little star peaks out from behind a big cloud, but hastily retires as if frightened by the bright glare of the electric light. The smell of thousands of suppers cooking, and the laughing and grumbling of their owners, are met with everywhere. A little later, the streets become packed with people; motor cars honk and roar over the roads; theatres swallow thousandi of poor defenceless mortals; hotels entice people to come and make merry in their numerous halls of pleasure. This frivolity continues until early morning; then everybody goes home, and imagines that he has had a good time, and looks forward to doing the same thing the next night. So the world goes on, and the moon looks down pityingly on the poor things, who do not know what beauty and peacefulness is ! Peggy Kaufmann, Form IVa. I 23 ] Faithless The cavalcade of time goes slowly by, But the youth of to-day can never know What harvests others reaped, what they did aow. Men gave themselves to country, courage high; They went to war to fight, and stayed to die. And now in Flanders ' fields the poppies grow, Memorial to those who now lie low, Unheeded in the modern hue and cry. To ' day the face of man is sore harassed, He tells his tale of woe to every friend — Of luxuries foregone, of bills in store; He does not think someday it will be past. He does not to his task a shoulder lend. Nor keep the faith with those brave men of yore. Gary Horner, Form Upper VI. A Day in Bermuda UR steamer left Halifax on Monday, and Thursday morning I left my cabin for the first time. As I walked unsteadily along the narrow corridor I began to wish that I had remained in bed, but I could not help feeling ashamed of myself, so I resolved to walk around the deck once at least. It was a glorious morning. The sky was a bright blue and not a cloud was visible. Great white seagulls soared above the glimmering water and now and then swooped down as if to seize some prey, only to soar once more to a greater height. As I stood admiring these graceful creatures, my attention was attracted by some excited passengers, and in answer to my inquiries, I was informed that land had been sighted. I could hardly express my joy when I saw several small islands, and a few minutes later I realized that we were about to land on the largest and most beautiful island — great Bermuda. As I walked down the gangplank I received my first impressions of the much-advertised island, and I assure you they were not disappointing. The roade and buildings were made of white coral, and because of this I was obliged to purchase a pair of coloured glasses, as the reflection was great when the sun was shining. The town at which we landed was very small, so after I had visited some of the shops I decided to get a cab and go to the Grystal Gaves, which are some distance from the town. The cab which I hired was drawn by two black mares, and at my request the hood was lowered. I had intended to rent an auto, but I discovered that only bicycles and cabs were allowed on the island. As I drove slowly through the villages, groups of small children would run after the cab asking for pennies, and whenever I threw some to them there was a desperate struggle. After lunch I visited the Grystal Gaves, which were very interesting. My guide led me through a narrow corridor, the walls, floor and ceiling of which were made of limestone. Soon we entered a large cavern where peculiar white icicle-shaped objects hung from the ceiling and rose from the floor. My guide informed me that these were stalagmites and stalactites, formed by calcareous water dropping from the ceiling of the cavern. In one place these had joined, forming what resembled the pipes of an organ; and when they were gently tapped, a soft musical tune could be heard. Later in the afternoon I had tea at a small tea-room surrounded by fields of snow-white lilies. These lilies were the pride of Bermuda, and just before Easter they were sent to all parts of the world to adorn churches and cathedrals. As I watched the beautiful flowers swaying gently in the breeze, I imagined that I was on a lonely island and the fields of lilies formed a sea of foam- capped waves. While I rode slowly back to the ship I watched the sun sink into the depth of the horizon, and the few stray beams that lingered behind among the islands seemed as if they wished to remain, and I did not blame them, because that was my idea of the end of a perfect day. Betty Henry, Form IVa. [ 24 ] A Dog ' s Idea of Heaven Last night I went to heaven. To that great land atar; In the party there were seven. Each rode upon a star. We travelled very quickly, " Till we came near the gate; We then jumped off abruptly, Each one his place to take. The gate was made of mutton bones. Large owls upon the posts; And cats of many different tones, Which all resembled ghosts. Then when the gate was opened. Each walked m single file; It caused no slight commotion, When we stepped on steak instead of tile. The trees were made ot candy canes, Old slipper; tor their leaves; And balls with various coloured veins That we could chew and squeeze. The houses there were very small. With only a tiny door; While lump,- ot sugar made the wall, And sponge cake formed the floor. The hills were made of pink ice-cream. The streams ot water clear; Which made a very pleasant scene. With biscuits in the rear. The valleys there were full of mud, Where we our bones could hide; The bridges they were built of eggs. With sausage they were tied. Oh dear ! oh me ! Where can I be? The clock has just struck seven; The star has fled, why Tm in bed. With only a vision of heaven. You ask me my idea of heaven, Though the vision is all very clear; But I think this home is a heaven. With my little mistress near. Dorothy Brown, Form IVa. The Brief Visit of " The Royal Scot " to Hudson A FEW DAYS before " The Royal Scot " (the Scotch express train that is visiting Canada) was to leave on her maiden trip across Canada and the United States to Chicago, to be exhibited at the Century of Progress Exposition to be held in the summer, we heard that she was going to pass through Hudson (about forty miles from Montreal) on her way to Ottawa on May the second at eight o ' clock in the morning. This afforded a great deal of excitement among the inhabitants, I can assure you, until the great day arrived. On the eventful morning, therefore, we all went down to the station in good time. There were cars full of people and the platform also was quite crowded, because a number of people go to Montreal on the eight o ' clock train, I among them. Presently we heard the " toot " of a seemingly tiny tin whistle, and along came " The Royal Scot, " very slowly, in all her glory of shining new paint and nickel. Just as she stopped, the bright brass bell hung down near the cow-catcher clanged a greeting. When she stopped, we all walked up and down to see as much of the inside as we could, and considering that she was not open for inspection, we got quite a good view. In the dining cars the menus, with the picture of a High- lander playing the bagpipes on them, were placed on the tables close to the windows so that all could see them. There were a few passengers cn board who looked very important. The engineer was a cheery Scotsman who asked us if we wouldn ' t like a ride. In a very few moments, with more clanging of the bell and blasts of the whistle, amidst cheers and good-byes, our visitor puffed her way out, our own train came in, and after climbing on board we speeded off in the opposite direction, wishing that the brief visit were not over and that " The Royal Scot " would come back soon again. JuANiTA Cronyn, Form Upper Vi. [ 25 ] Ouelques Histoires Franchises La Reine Hedvige UN BEAU MATIN du mois d ' avril la reine Hedvige et ses dames sortirent du chateau royal de Waivel pour se rendre a Teglise. Les dames etaient vetues de belles robes, mais la reine etait vetue d ' une robe simple. Elles marchaient vite parce qu ' il faisait encore froid. Tout a coup la reine s ' arreta. Au bord du chemin il y avait un pauvre mendiant qui etait aveugle, et son manteau etait en guenilles. La reine dit: " II nous faut le transporter au chateau " . Mais personne ne voulait Taider. La reine se baissa et elle toucha le front du malheureux avec ses mains blanches. Tout a coup le mendiant disparut laissant dans les mains de la reine des roses blanches et rouges. Qui etait ce mendiant? Personne ne le sait ! Barbara Ward, Form IIIa. Les Jardins Suspendus de Babylone NABUCHODONOSOR, roi de Babylone, avait bati les jardins suspendus de Babylone pour sa femme favorite, la reine syrienne appelee Semiramis. Elle avait quitte son pays montagneux pour venir a Babylone, et elle s ' ennuyait dans la plaine. Elle regrettait la beaute des montagnes et a cause de cela, le roi Nabuchodonosor avait fait batir ces jardins. lis etaient faits en serie de balcons et de terrasses, et etaient remplis de belles fleurs. La couleur et le parfum des fleurs etaient merveilleux. II y avait aussi beaucoup d ' arbres charges de fruits. Sur la terrasse la plus haute, il y avait un grand reservoir et ce reservoir servait a arroser toute la vegetation. La splendeur de ces jardins etait extraordinaire, mais comme ils ont ete batis en Tan 2000 avant Jesus Christ, maintenant ils sont en ruines. Betty Henry, Form IVa. Le Vrai Heritier JULIAN etait le fils d ' un homme tres pauvre et sa mere etait morte. Un jour son pere tomba malade et mourut. Julian etait un pauvre petit orphelin, alors, seul dans Timmense monde. Un homme riche voit le pauvre petit et lui dit, " Pauvre gar on. Tu n ' as rien a manger et pas de place pour dormir. Je vais t ' aider " . Le brave homme le plaga dans une bonne famille qui lui donna une bonne education. Quand il quitta Fecole, son bienfaiteur le mit en apprentissage et quand il eut fini, il dit au ' tevoir a son bienfaiteur et alia voyager en France. Apres six ans, il revint a sa ville natale. 11 avait beaucoup voyage et avait beaucoup travaille, mais il n ' avait pas gagne beaucoup d ' argent. Naturellement il alia voir son bienfaiteur, mais, helas, le pauvre homme venait de mourir. La maison etait pleine d ' heritiers, qui etaient en colere, parce qu ' il ne leur avait pas laisse assez, d ' argent. Dans leur fureur, ils deciderent de vendre tout ce qui appartenait a leur oncle. Julian alia tristement a la vente et vit avec suprise et indignation qu ' ils vendaient tout, meme le portrait du mort. Julian acheta quelques objets mais avant tout le portrait. Julian emporta soigneusement le portrait dans sa petite chambre et soigneusement, il le sus ' pendit contre le mur par une ficelle. La ficelle etait bien petite et vieille et a cause de cela, le portrait tomba, parce qu ' il etait lourd. Le gargon etait triste, et voulut reparer le cadre qui etait casse. Pendant que Julian examinait le cadre, il trouva quelquechose d ' extraordinairccache dans le cadre, des diamants d ' un prix enorme! II y avait aussi un morceau de papier, sur lequel ces mots etaient ecrits, " Je sais que mes heritiers ne m ' aiment pas. Ce portrait sera peut etre achete apres ma mort par quelqu ' une qui m ' aime. Ces diamants, je les lui donne ' Le papier etait signe du nom de son bienfaiteur. Immediatement il alia montrer ce qu ' il avait trouve aux heritiers, qui etaient bien furieux d ' avoir vendu le portrait de leur oncle. Personne ne put lui disputer son heritage. Dans sa bonte, il pensa aux pauvres petits orphelins de la ville comme lui, et batit une grande 1 26 ] maison pour eux. II visitait souvent li nuuson et racontait souwnt aux cntants Thistoire de sa vie et du portrait. Julian vecut longtemps et donna do la joic a tous les pauvres autour dc lui, qui Faimaient beaui..oup. Juanita Cronyn, Form Upper V. Scene d ' Omnibus L SCENE que je vous raconte se passait dans un omnibus a Paris. C ' etait un heau jour de ' printemps pas trop chaud, pas trop troid. Dans cet omnibus il y avait deux vieilles dames qui etaient assises Tune a cote de I ' autre. Une voulait que la fenetre soit ouverte, Tautre voulait qu ' elle soit fermee. On appela le con- ducteur, et les deux dames commencerent a discuter. Le premiere dit: " " Si la fenetre est termee je suis sure de mounr d ' une attaque d ' apoplexie " . Et le seconde dit: " Si la tenctre est ouverte je suis sure de mounr d " un rhume " . Le pauvre homme ne savait que taire. Un monsieur qui etait assis dans un coin de fomnibus et qui avait ecoute toute la conversation sans bouger se leva alors et vint trouver la conducteur et lui dit: " Monsieur, ouvrez done la fenetre, cela fera mourir Tune, puis vous la fermerez et cela nous debarrassera de Tautre, et, de cette fagon, nous aurons la paix. a c -n t it- Mary OTRACHAN, Torm Lower V. La Belle Nivernaise UN MARINIER, Louveau, se promene un jour, dans une rue de Paris; il voit un enfant aban- donne et I ' emmene sur son bateau: " La Belle Nivernaise " . II a peur de la reception de sa femme, car ils sont pauvres et ont deja deux enfants; mais il promet de ne plus boire et peut garder Tenfant. Victor se fait aimer de toute la famille. Un ami de Louveau, Maugendre, qui vit seul dans la foret, ayant perdu sa femme et son tils, demande a emmener Victor, mais Louveau, quoique de plus en plus pauvre, refuse. Un jour le commissaire apprend a Louveau que Victor est le fils de Maugendre. Louveau, qui aime Tenfant, ne park de cette nouvelle a personne, mais il a des remords et va trouver un pretre, qui Toblige a tout avouer a Maugendre. Maugendre emmene son fils, et, ambitieux, le met dans un college. Victor s ennuie et tombe malade. C ' est a son chevet que Maugendre et Louveau, qui a du vendre son bateau, se rencontrent. Maugendre est riche, il achete un bateau neuf pour Louveau. Tout le monde est tres content. Apres la benediction de ' " La Nouvelle Nivernaise " , on pense au mariage de Victor et, de la tille de Louveau, Clara, qui s ' aiment depuis longtemps. Marjorie Tooke, Form Lower VL JUMORS A Little Girl ONCE upon a time there lived a little girl named Ruth. Ruth was very poor; her father had to work hard, and her mother did not have enough money to buy clothes. One night some- body knocked at the door, the mother came, and what do you think she saw? — A bag of gold! " Come, come, father and Ruth. " Ruth clapped her hands for joy. " O mother, mother! " cried Ruth, " we are rich at last. " The second night another bag of gold came, and the mother cried, " Ruth, will you watch to-night and see who comes to this house? " " Yes, yes, mother, " said Ruth. Ruth watched that night. A man came to the house. He did not see Ruth, but Ruth was watch ' ing all the time. The man put down the bag of gold and went away, and who do you think it was? Why, Santa Claus, after all! Joyce Birks, Form I. In the Evening Oh! it ' s good to have a home. And it ' s good to live right there, And to sit beside the fire In my old easy chair. And sometime J when I ' m lonesome. Then I turn the lights down low. And listen to the music Coming through the radio. Phoebe Anne Freeman, Form Upper II. I 28 ] The Anti-Aircratt Gun TT WAS the Spring of iqi8, cool and sunny. In the distance could be heard the dull booming ot the guns, but otherwise all was quiet and peaceful. Suddenly the drone of an airplane broke the stillness, beconiing louder and louder. Flying at about seven hundred teet, a Sopwith ' ' camel " came into view. It landed on lUh Squadron ' s tarmac and Peter Drew leapt out. He made his report to his commanding officer, and then made his way to his quarters. Just taking a bite to eat and a cup of hot cotfee, he threw himself down cn hi,- bunk after taking off his helmet and goggles. He had only been asleep for about twenty minutes when his mechanic rushed in, rousing him. He told Peter that the captain wanted him. Peter got up, found Captain Gefferson and s aluted. " Drew, you are to go up for observation work at once, " said Captain Gefferson. " Take the " camel ' and try and find the position of the enemy anti-aircraft gun somewhere near Remington Woods. " " Yes, sir, " answered Peter, saluting again, and ran off. Five minutes later a biplane rose gracefully into the air. In it was seated, grim-mouthed and tense, Peter Drew. He mounted higher and higher towards the ceiling ot clouds. When he was a thousand feet up he turned the nose of his plane west towards Remington. At last he reached his destination and flying lower, until he was five hundred feet from the ground, he took out his glasses and scanned the surrounding country. Suddenly he caught a glimmer of something to his left. Banking, he flew towards it, descending until he was only three hundred feet above the woods and that gleaming object. Looking more closely he saw that he had found what he had been seeking. Taking out his especially fitted camera he snapped several pictvires of it. Then banking again he rose steadily upwards. All at once the instrument board in front of him was shattered. Glancing up and behind he saw an enemy machine, clinging to the tail of the " camel " and trying for a fatal shot with his machine-gun. Peter tried banking and twisting, and at last his opponent was off his tail. Looping, Drew found himself above the tail of his enemy; looking through the sights of his gun he saw the black cross on the plane. He pressed the trigger, but the German had made a wonderful Immelman turn, and so eluded Peter. Suddenly he realized he was heading into enemy territory; so, banking, he was at last headed towards home as he knew he must get those vitally important pictures back to the ' drome. Peter must act quickly for at that moment he realized that his enemy was on his tail again. Pretending he had been hit he let the " plane go into a falling leaf, the wind screaming through the stunts and ailerons he watched the earth rushing up to meet him. When just over two hundred feet he flattened out and zoomed upwards, but the German had not been tricked into following him down, and was now giving chase and firing incessantly at Peter. Peter suddenly heard his engine splutter and stop; he kicked hard at the rudder bar and pulled at the joy-stick, but all to no avail; the engine had been hit. So, unstrapping himself, testing the straps of his parachute, he climbed out onto his wing. Walking along to the end he jumped and counted ten, and pulled the ring, his heart in his mouth the while. Hurtling through space he wondered w hether the ' chute would open. After a seemingly long time the tiny pilot ' chute came out, pulling after it the large one. Five minutes later he had landed safely. Crawling on all fours, standing upright and making a dash for cover or lying prone in the mud or tall grass, he progressed. After lying for about thirty seconds, while a German passed by, he saw before him an airdrome. It was night-time so he had not very much difficulty crawling closer. He saw an airplane with its engine running and only one mechanic beside it. He therefore leapt up, taking the mechanic unawares he knocked him down and leapt into the pilot ' s seat of the plane. Taxiing along the ground, not taking any notice of the shouting men, the " plane rose into the air and headed towards home and safety. Half-an-hour later, over the airdrome of 1 3th Squadron, an enemy plane circled. Although it was night-time everyone saw it, as a Very light had soared skywards from the airplane: the signal that the occupant needed the landing lights. The anti-aircraft gunners manned their guns, ready if the German machine tried to do any harm. To the surprise of everyone the plane made a beautiful landing on the field. A figure leapt out and came running towards them. A burst of cheering came from the throats of the forty men gathered around as they recognized Peter Drew and knew by the joy expressed on his face that he had succeeded! t t- tt tt Jane Seely, Form Upper 11. 1 29 ] Flippety and Floppety Two Angora rabbits, who were living in a hutch, Decided that they really didn ' t like it very much. There wasn ' t anything to do, And they were tired of the view. " Supposing that we Skippety, " Said Floppety to Flippety! All around the wire pe n they hunted till they found A gentle little, pleasant little, hollow in the ground, And wriggled under one by one, And started road ' ward on the run. " Well never, never stoppety! " Said Flippety to Floppety. By the pretty garden where the salad lettuce grows. Floppy had a hungry little quiver in his nose, Because a nibble now and then Is welcomed by the wisest men — " But that is Private Proppity! " Said Flippety to Floppety. Once they found a cabbage leaf, and stopped to nibble there, But met an Angry Animal who gave them quite a scare. He didn ' t hesitate to tell He didn ' t like them very well, So, " Let ' s make it slippity! " Said Floppety to Flippety. Said Floppety to Flippety, " That ' s just reminded me. That if we hurry home, we might have bread and milk for tea! " I ' d like some milk to sippety, " Said Floppety to Flippety. " We ' ll drink it every droppity! " Said Flippety to Floppety. Patricia Snell, Form Upper I. The First Touch of Spring What do we hear at the first touch of Spring? Why, we hear the gay robins beginning to sing. What do we see at the first touch of Spring? Why, the sweet crocus, whose ' s as gay as a king! The daffodil buds are beginning to come. And the old bumble bee is starting to hum ! The leaves on the trees, where the birdies do sing. Are turning bright green at the first touch of Spring. Marjorie Robinson, Form II. [ 30 1 The Happiest Season Spring is the nicest season of all. Much nicer than Summer, Winter or Fall. The little green buds appear on the trees And warmer grows the gentle hreei e. The sap flows fast and the grass grows g reen, The tlowers are the prettiest ever seen; The little birds sit on the trees and sing, The happiest season of all is Spring. Georgina Grier, Form Upper I. Spring Song Spring, yes, lovely Spring is here, Now the sky is once more clear; Birds sing merrily above And all the world seem full of love. Flowers spring above the earth. Children laugh and play with mirth; Trees begin to bud in May And grass grows greener every day. Daffies nodding in the bree:e, Snowdrops growing round the trees; Everything seems free from care Just because Spring ' s in the air. Betty Ward, Form Upper I. The Fairies of England You could see the fairies of England if you only tried, Just shut your eyes and think, and away your thoughts would glide To a little Elfin village watered by the tide And little mushroom houses where from dangers they do hide. Each fairy has a rose-petal skirt, and a peach ' skin coat, The tide is high in Elfland, so each must have a boat Of half a walnut shell, and a large leaf as a sail; But they never go far away, because their boat is frail. They rejoice when the winter comes, and are ever so glad, For they love to float on snow-flakes, it ' s their latest fad To be carried by the wind to another warm land. Where they meet with the Brownies and dance hand in hand. Amy B. Davis, Form II. [ 31 ] Moving Day It ' s moving day for Messrs. Mouse, They ' re trying to find a nice new house. A fire down in Mousieville, Started at their window ' sill. And so, you see, their house burnt down, And now they ' re moving out of town. The babies, three, they carry far Because they haven ' t got a car. They ' ve found a house ! O now what fun ! The moving process has begun. The moving van went out at one, So they could get all needed done. The children play and float their kite While Mrs. hangs up curtains white. And through the winter fierce and ugly, The little mice slept home quite snugly. June and Amy Davis, Forms IIIa ii II. The Royal Scot There is a train called The Royal Scot, From England to Canada it was brought; It had eight cars and an engine bright, And there were thousands of people to see the sight. The cars were wide and fairly long. The engine was black and looked very strong; On the front of the engine there was a light, And I think it could see through the blackest night. Marian Reward, Form Upper I. My Plants I have two plants on my window-sill. And with water every day I fill Their tiny delicate roots. And watch their slender shoots. One ' s bending over as if it were weeping. And sometimes at night I think it ' s sleeping; The other ' s a bright and cheery chap. With a scarlet flower for his cap. They ' re both in pots of a bright red hue. And underneath them are plates of blue. I love my plants, I really do. And you ' d love them if you saw them too. Rosemary Kerr, Form Upper I. I 32 ] TEM Lrm£ TP? F ' GIRLS Ten lil ' l ' le. " Tio.V c irb aU ' n line Y4ine iWe. " Tvolf " c " te oeK, riOaiUj Xo , -i " ' Viorx Wa « oe « t eocn Or Vcol o- .■Own TWe. v,ss « j. »» Ona m VVs unVl ,-tVuo W VAsete cxir One bod a o«i nosh. un ' VW. u5«w Jfflk- 5 4 CrosSrv u €nY WrvtV, AW»iW was ' ' [ 33 ] The Fairy Queen The queen, the queen, is a stately lady. Her wings are of silver and gold; Her throne ' s in a spot that is really quite shady. Her gown has the daintiest fold. Her ladies ' in-waiting are pretty to see. They dance and they prance all around; Their home is the greenest of all the green trees, They run at the least little sound. Barbara Nation, Form Upper I. Hepaticas As I was on the mountain While the sun was riding high, I saw the sweetest little flowers With water running by. The flowers grew in a cluster Of pink and mauve and white, They lighted up the pathway. As the stars do at night. Their stamens small and golden, Their leaves of brightest green, Made the prettiest little cluster Of flowers that I have seen. Alison Smart, Form Upper II. Naughty Nancy Nancy ' s been a naughty girl, she ' s been put to bed; She was to have ice-cream, but she ' s having bread instead; It ' s really a great secret, but do you know what she did? She lifted down the candy jar and then took off the lid. She took a big pink candy, and popped it — you know where. Then turning round to run away, she saw that Nurse was there; " Aha! " said Nursie sadly, " so that is where you be — And the biggest candy ' s in your mouth as I can plainly see. " Oh! Nancy fought, and screamed, and bawled. As to the nursery she was hauled, And into her bath she was put ker ' spla sh. Then bed, and with rage her teeth did gnash. Rosemary Kerr, Form Upper I. [ 34 ] The Wishing Girl NCE upon a time there was a little girl who always wished. She wished that she could ride on a horse, and she wished that she had a dog. She even wished that .-he had a whole farm full of animals and a big tield tor them; but one day, she wished that she was a bird, and she flew away and was never seen again ! Ch.arlotte Scrimger, Form I. The Merry Rill All IS silent, all is still. Except tor the laughing, gurgling rill. Rushing merrily down the hill On Its way past the mill. All IS silent, all is still. Except for the merry fish in the rill. Rushing merrily down the hill On their way past the mill. Gr.ace Wright, Form Upper I. My Rabbit I had a Httle rabbit That had a nasty habit Of twitching his little pink nose. I fed him some clover Which made him roll over And dirty his nice white clothes. Agnes J. F. Montgomery, Form Remove. English Buttercup The fairies love the buttercup. The best of all the flowers; She is the little parasol They keep in case of showers. Under her golden covering. The little elves so gay Trot merrily along the road Upon a rainy day. Margery E. Simpson, Form Upper II. School Chronicle 1932-1933 1932, May 27th — Gymnastic Competition. Winners, Senior — Up. VI and IVa. Junior — Form II. " Who strive? — you don ' t now how the others strive. ' June 4th — Tennis Match with Miss Edgar ' s and Miss Cramp ' s School — Trafalgar lost. " Tet pity did his manly spirit move. To see those perish, who had fought so welW June 15th — -School Closing. " Lord, dismiss us with Thy blessing. ' ' September 14th — School Opening. ' School days, school days. " " October 21st — Trafalgar Day. Dr. V. Douglas ' Lecture on Stars. ' ' Host of spies. The stars shine in their watches. ' ' ' October 28th — Lower VI Hallowe ' en Party. " Do you believe in ghosts? " November 14th — Match with Old Girls. Present girls won. " And to conclude, the victory fell on us. " December 2nd — Miss Hasell ' s Address. ' ' Caravans and Canyons. " December 3rd — Match with Study. Trafalgar won. " Tickled with good success. " December i6th — Match with Miss Edgar ' s. ' " Twas blow for blow, inch by inch. For one would not retreat, nor other fimch. " December 14th — The Russian Singers. " With music high, and anthems clear. " December 21st — Closing. Archdeacon Almond spoke. Ma}{e good cheer. For Christynas comes but once a year. " 1933, January 11th — School Opening. " Lord, receive us with Thy blessing. " January 25th — Match with Weston. Trafalgar won. " And we are graced with wreaths of victory. " February 3rd — Prefects — Helen Roy. Edith Angus. February loth — " Alice ' sit-bythe-fire " given by Form V. " So lively and entertaining. So full of wit and humour. " February nth — Match with Study. Trafalgar won. " How hope succeeds despair. " February i6th — Form II Play, " Alice in Wonderland. " " Twinkle, twinkle, little bat, " How I wonder what you re at. Up above the world so high, Li e a tea-tray m the s}{y. " [ 36 ] February ;.;rd — Match with Miss Edgar ' s. Trafalgar won. " Twas a famous victory. " March 7th — Ash Wednesday. Canon Gower Rees ' Address. " A war against your own ajfections. " March Sth — Match with Weston. Trafalgar won. " We fall — to rise, are baffled — to fight better. " March 16th and 17th — Gym. Denionstration. " Our pulses with then purpose tmgle. " March 23rd — Match with Study. Trafalgar won. Second Team Cup Match. " Fight the good fight. " March 24th — Lower VI, " Dream Lady. " " Have YOU seen the Dream Lady " April 5th — School Closing. " I jeel that 1 am happier than I now. " April iQth — School Opening. " It ' s tirae 1 should start. " April 27th — Lecture hy Miss Winnifred Kydd. " A subject deep, concise but clear, ' Twas understood both far and near. " May 4th — Prefects — Aubrey Le.- ch. Betty Ogilvie. The Lower Sixth ' s Hallowe ' en Party FRIDAY, the twenty-eighth of October, the Lower Sixth gave a Hallowe ' en Party for the Upper Sixth, the Upper Fifth and the boarders. It took place in the Gym, and all were in fancy dress, a marvellous array. Prizes were given and after a much deliberation, for there were so many lovely costumes, the prizes were awarded to Constance Hagar and Betty McCrory. Con- stance, as a Highlander, was judged to have the most handsome dress, while Betty, who was dressed as " Pound, " was considered the most original iigure. Mademoiselle Adam who was in a lovely costume symbolizing " Canada " was awarded the teacher ' s prize. The girls of the Lower Sixth acted a short ghost play and after that we danced and enjoyed ourselves thoroughly. Quantities of balloons were thrown down from the gallery and there was a mad scramble to get hold of them, and then a great deal of noise as they were burst, to the amusement of some and the annoyance of others. After the judging of the costumes the party ended with refreshments. School Lectures A LECTURE at school is always a welcome change from our school routine and they are perhaps as beneficial as the lessons. This year our lectures were interesting and varied and were received with due enthusiasm. The two most outstanding were those dealing with the all-important question of peace. As Miss Cumming has told us, one is never too young to " think " peace and we were encouraged by [ 37 1 Miss Winnifred Kydd to do this. Miss Kydd is an old Trafalgar girl and we are very proud to think that she was one of the two women delegates at the Disarmament Conference. She told us about the steps that have been taken to bring about peace and dealt with the subject clearly and simply. The setting of Geneva with its background ot blue lake and mountains, the group of states- men — their appearance, manners, and viewpoints — were all described vividly in her speech. On Armistice Day, Canon Gower Rees paid us a visit. He, too, pointed out the great part women had in preserving peace. We were made to feel the importance of our attitude towards it. We were glad to welcome for the first time Archdeacon Almond at the Christmas closing. He is one of our new Governors and his Christmas message was much appreciated by the girls. The lecture on " Stars " given by Dr. V. Douglas was of a different nature. She showed us by illustrations the Solar System, the Signs of the Zodiac and many other interesting wonders of the sky, enthralling us with the glimpses of other worlds. In December, Miss Hasell spoke to us about the settling of Northwest Canada and the relief work being done for the destitute pioneer. The realization of this splendid work makes us feel the greatest admiration for her and her fellow workers as well as for the hardy settler in that wild and lonely part of our great country. " Alice-Sit-By-The-Fire " , by Sir James Barrie N FRIDAY EVENING, the Fifth Form Dramatic Club gave Barriers delightfully whimsical play, " Alice-Sit-By-The-Fire, " and it was greatly enjoyed both by the audience and the actors. In the first act the scene is in the Grey ' s London home. Amy and her brother Cosmo are solemnly discussing the return of their parents. Colonel and Mrs. Grey, after many years in India. Cosmo is very manly; Amy, who has seen too many plays with her dear friend Ginevra, is romantic in the extreme. The parents arrive; Cosmo manages to evade his father ' s kiss, and Alice, who sees she has been too affectionate with her son, treats Amy with cold politeness. Alice appears a child beside her daughter, gay and eager to be loved. An old friend, Steve Rollo, calls and kisses Alice. Amy and Ginevra, hiding behind a screen, sense an intrigue; Amy must sacrifice herself and go to his " chambers. " Act II takes place in Rollo ' s lodgings. The scene with Richardson, the little London maid- of-all ' work, is very funny. Still brandishing a chop-bone, she admits Amy, who accuses Rollo and demands the " letters. " The Colonel arrives and Amy is forced, as she expected, to hide. Alice comes in. In a tour of inspection she discovers Amy. At any cost she must protect her daughter; but the Colonel fands white kid gloves and Amy is brought forth. The state of mind of Rollo may well be imagined. In the third act Amy, to her utter satisfaction, believes herself the protrectress of her erring mother. Alice and her husband, not to disappoint their daughter, keep up the illusion. Alice from now on will sit by the fire with her daughter as chaperone. Kathleen Kay interpreted the part of Amy with perfect understanding; her voice was excep- tionally good. Juanita Cronyn made Alice a very real person; while Carol Wright as Colonel Grey was splendid, and Jessie Hill, as Richardson, the cockney maid, was very funny. Of the minor characters, Sylvia Howard was sufficiently sentimental as Ginevra, and Cosmo, Isabel Wilson, sufficiently manly. Especial mention must be made of Frances Brown, who with only two days ' notice took the part of Steve Rollo, and did it splendidly. Both Peggy Boyd and Ruth Oliver, as the Nurse and Fanny, were good. [ 39 ] [ 40 ] " Alice In Wonderland " ON THURSDAY AFTERNOON. February i6th, we were entertained by Form II. Under the direction of Miss Balnitorth they produced the well known play, " Alice In Wonderland. " The costunies were hand made, and the majotity done by Miss Balmforth. Ailsa Campbell played the part of Alice to perfection. Her voice was very clear and could be heard at the back of the hall. Another very amusing character was the Mock Turtle played by Wilma Howard; never in all my life have I heard such heart-rending sobs as those ot the Turtle, when he was telling his tale ot woe to Alice. The Dormouse was excellent, played by Alison Carmichael. The King and Queen of Hearts were indeed very good. The King was acted by Roma Dodds, who suited and acted the part extremely well. The Queen was acted by Joan Stearns, who was very amusing when she said " Off with her head. " The play was enjoyed by both young and old. For each word was distinctly heard and life was put into every part, whether big or small. " The Dream-Lady " • " PHE Lower Sixth Form, under the able direction of Miss Hicks, presented " The Dream-Lady, " a play in three acts, on the evening of March 24th. This play was greatly enjoyed both by the teachers and girls, and also by the many parents who were able to attend. Each player knew her part so well and acted it so beautifully that it really could not have been better performed. The play tells the story of a young princess who believes in a " dream-lady " who appears to little children and a few older people. In spite of her father ' s wishes, she refuses to marry anyone who has not seen this lady. However, one day a prince comes to ask for her hand. When she tells him she cannot marry him unless he has seen the dream-lady he promises to try to see her. He is successful and the princess consents to marry him and everyone is made happy. The scenes took place in a wood and the scenery was nearly all made by Miss Hicks herself. The costumes were old-fashioned and very beautiful. Two little girls, Estelle Hargrave and Elizabeth Shaw, were especially attractive in white satin, as the little princess and prince. The parts of the king and queen were very well done by Marguerite Slocum and Kathleen Mills. Jean Aird looked very charming as the princess and Carol Jennings made a handsome prince. The part of the dream-lady herself was played by Helen Campbell. The other members of the Form and several other younger girls took the smaller parts very well. The Lower Sixth Form must have spent a great deal of time rehearsing and planning this play, but if they had as much pleasure doing it as the audience had in watching it, they must have enjoyed and been very satisfied with their work. [ 41 1 School Prefects HELEN ROY " She ' s just what she is, What better report, A girl, a student, a fnend, a good sportf Helen came to " Traf. " in the Upper First Form and has always been one of its leaders. This year she- is Vice ' President of Upper VI, Gym-Captain of the Form and Editor of the Magazine. She is one of our jolliest mem- bers and a very good all-round sport. BETTY OGILVIE " A maiden never bold. Of spirit so still and quiet. ' ' Betty has always held a high place in the class since she came to school in 1930. Her quiet nature and her willingness to help endear her to us all. AUBREY LEACH " I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. ' ' Aubrey has been with us since the Upper I Form, and so is one of our pioneers. Shfe makes a very capable Sub-Editor of the Magazine as she is the literary member of the class. [ 42 ] School Prefects EDITH ANGUS " Oh, hers are ways oj pleasantness. " Edie came to " Traf. " in 1929 and has been one ot our most outstanding and popular girls ever since. She always does well and makes a splendid Missionary " Rep. " JOAN BANN Joan has been with us since 1926. She has been Missionary " Rep. " for several years, is Secretary-Treas- urer of the Magazine and plays on the Tennis Team. She is everyone ' s friend, and one of our jolliest class- mates. [ 43 I [ 44 ] •32 - ' 33 Betty Robb Mary Cross Helen Roy Edith Angus Betty Ogilvie Aubrey Leach Nancy Bonnar Beatrice Taylor Gary Horner Joan Bann Grace Read Edith Hayman Gonstance Hagar Helen Jennings Anna Thompson Barbara Hyland Eleanor Henry YoLANDE Grafton Doreen Flanagan Kathleen Blott Upper Sixth Prophecy Trying to keep up with all her engagements. Being hauled up for " minor offences. " Sorting out her " bills. " One of our country ' s most ardent women tax collectors. Wandering up and down the " Great White Way. " Trying to keep up with latest books while travelling over Europe. Giving piano lessons. Out ' Garboring Garbo. Trying to conceal her superiority complex. Judging local dog shows. Concealing her past! Playing " Sleeping Beauty. " Trying to decide whether she is being directly or indirectly ques- tioned. Showing models how to model her models. Writing out a new and original translation of Vergil. Governess to a large family. Riding around in her limousine, complete with poodle, lorgnettes and chauffeur. Trying to make herself understood in Germany. Raising wild Irish roses. Publishing Indian legends. List of Library Subscribers Sylvia Martin Dora Wright Juanita Cronyn Mary Cross Alice LeMesurier Estelle Hargreaves Gary Horner Mercy Walker Helen Roy Cicely Jack Margaret Sweet Frances Earle Annabel Forsyth Betty Ogilvie Edith Angus Katherine Stevenson Forrest Burt Betty Forbes Sylvia Howard Ruth Oliver Peggy Kaufmann Margaret Slack Helen Greenfield Shirley Blair Aubrey Leach Frances Brown Doreen Dann Jaquelaine Dubois Doreen Flanagan Marian Ritchie [ 45 ] [ 46 ] Lower Sixth Form Quotations Carol Jennings " A girl who ne ' er would cause a tear, one IS both jolly and sincere. Helen Campbell 01_ ' ■ 1.1 1.1 one s just what she is, what better report. i iiiLHu, luii oi luii, a yuuu spurL. Marion Ritchie ' " -C 1 1 J 1 nat, diink and be merry, For tomorrow we die. Isabel Hulme Ur stature tall and straigntly rashioned. Jean Aird • ' T ' i 1.1 1 r . 1 1 1 he rain and the dew ror thee took care, It seen iCd thou never could st be more fair. Marjorie 1 coke " Not a word the maiden uttered, Fullest hearts are slow to speak. Marguerite Slocum " Ever in motion, blithesome and cheery. " Lois Aird " On with the dance. Let joy be unconfined. " Nancy Shaw " Fairness of all that is fair; Urace at the heart or all grace. Ivy Turner " Full of a nature Nothing can tame. " Leslie Hamilton " She doeth little kindnesses Which most leave undone or despise. " Kaye Mills " And large black eyes that flash on you a volley Of rays that say a thousand things at once. " Form Upper VI. Form Lower VI. Form Upper Vi. Form Upper V2. Form Lower V. Form IVa. Form IVb. Mission Representatives Edith Angus Isobel Hulme Lola Byrd Kathleen Kay Betty Williamson Dorothy Brown Patricia Plant Form III a. Form IIIb. Form Upper II. Form II. Form Remove. Form Upper I. Barbara Ward Joan Walsh Phoebe Ann Freeman Janice Dumaresq Isobel Wurtele Madeline Hersey Contributions for Social Service Work Federated Charities : $100.00 Labrador Cot 60.00 Trafalgar Cot in Children ' s Memorial Hospital 140.00 At Christmas warm garments were donated by the girls, which were divided among the Griffintown Club and the Needlework Guild of Canada. Christmas dinners were provided by a number of the forms, giving cheer to needy families. Baskets of provisions were sent to the I.O.D.E. and the Griffintown Club during the winter, and groups of girls have helped by contributing money for milk and coal in special cases of sickness and distress. [ 47 ] GIRL GUIDES T HAVE been fortunate to have Miss Helen Ogilvie again as our Captain, and Miss Peggy Chapman as Lieutenant, and we wish to express our thanks to them for the way in which they helped to make the year 1932-33 a success. An exhibition was held, on the 2nd of December above Scott ' s restaurant, in which all com- panics had to take part. Guides had to sew, cook, knit and do various other such things for the benefit of those who were watching. We think it was a great success! Our company has greatly increased this year, and the recruits were to have been enrolled by Mrs. Howard, our District Commissioner, but she was unable to come and Mrs. Ross Macdonald took her place. On Tuesday, 24th January, at 6.30 p.m., the patrol leaders met at the Guide House on Mackay Street, and had supper, afterwards discussing company affairs. We were sorry to lose Sheila Gordon, leader of the Goldfinch Patrol, who left for England in February. The competition for the District Cup was held on March 15th at St. James the Apostle Hall. It was divided into three main parts — Questions, Jig ' saw Puzzle making and Acting. The Cup was won by the 8th company. The annual Guide Rally will be held on Tuesday, May 23rd, at the Forum, our company is doing stretcher-drill with several others. We wish it luck! Betty Forbes, Oriole Patrol. Brownies A NUMBER of Brownies left in September to become Guides. Ten new Brownies were en- - rolled, making a total of fourteen. Frances Earle is an enthusiastic pack leader, and some hard work as well as play can be witnessed on Friday afternoons. Georgina Grier, Ruth Delaplante, Elspeth Smart and Barbara Nation have just gained their 2nd class badges, and several others hope to complete their tests very shortly. [ 48 ] Honorary President Miss Gumming Horiordry Adviser Miss Bryan Chairman Miss Booth Captain Mary Cross Vice-Captain Beatrice Taylor Secretary Ivy Turner Form V Representativ: Frances Brown Gymnasium Officers 1932-33 Form Captain Lieutenant Upper VI. Helen Roy . Beatrice Taylor Lower VI. Ivy Turner Carol Jennings Upper Vi. Frances Brown Doreen Dann Upper V2. Nancy Murray Carol Wright IVa. Margaret Newell Betty Henry IVb. Katharine Creelman Patricia Plant IIIa. Jean Scrimger Barbara Barnard IIIb. Janet Porteous Prudence Porteous Upper II. Faith Lyman Lois Malcolm II. AiLSA Campbell Marjorie Robinson Upper I. EsTELLE Hargreaves Barbara Nation Remove Joy Thomson Elizabeth Shaw I. Charlotte Scrimger Marion MacMillan Games Officers 1932-33 Form Captain Vice-Captain Upper VI. Mary Cross Beatrice Taylor Lower VI. Marion Ritchie Marjorie Tooke Vi. Jean Ritchie Marjorie Bayne V2. Ruth Oliver Margaret Sweet IVa. Phyllis Henry Ruth Blackstock IVb. Katharine Stevenson Joyce Schnaufer [ 49 ] Form Captain Vice-Captain Barbara Ward Janet Harrington Valerie Kerr Elizabeth Smith Madeleine Hersey Lyn Berens IIIa. IIIb. Margaret Montgomery Frances Coghill Sheila Gordon Mary LeMercier Alma MacFarlane Bereath Craig Upper II II. Upper I. Remove The Gymnastic Competition 1932 The annual Inter-Form Gymnastic Competition was held last year on Friday, May 27th, 1932. In the Junior Forms, the shield was won by Form II. The marks were very close, with the Upper II Form coming just a half a mark behind. In the Senior School, there was a tie for lirst place, between the Upper VI and IVa. Here, too, the marks were very close. The shield for the best all-around captain was awarded to Patricia Mitchell. The Annual Gymnastic Demonstration of our school was held this year on the i6th and 17th of March, and the anticipation was great both within school and our homes, as is usual. But interest was particularly keen this year because of the new mistress. Miss Booth, who came last September to take Miss Nicholl ' s place. There was great curiosity in all the forms as to what the other classes were doing, and after weeks of careful drilling and preparation, the fatal days finally arrived. It was interesting to see the tense expressions on the girls ' faces just before they entered the hall, and to hear the sighs and exclamations of relief as they came out. This year the work was according to more modern standards, with the minimum of staccato commands and more emphasis being laid on rhythm. The smaller children danced into the hall and went through their various exercises to rhythm, being in turn, rabbits, wheelbarrows and airplanes. As the girls got older the exercises became more difficult, and in the various movements, as in the flower-like patterns made by the bending exercises, the Swedish influence was very apparent. There was a great deal of apparatus work done, and it was all done well and with precision. Special mention should be made of the vaulting, which was most spectacular — one girl hurling herself through the air to be caught by Miss Booth and carried a few steps. The Rev. Mr. Rayner speaking on Thursday afternoon said that he imagined most of the audience were thankful that they were watching and not partaking in the exhibition and these thoughts were echoed by Dr. Donald on Friday night. While the Demonstration is a strain on all in the school, nevertheless the excitement and anticipation are most infectious, and therefore we are all rather sorry to think that it is gone for another year. 1932 — The Tennis Match with Miss Edgar ' s and Miss Cramp ' s school was played on June 4th. It resulted in a victory for Miss Edgar ' s and Miss Cramp ' s in both couples. The scores were — ist couple — 8-6; 2-6; 6-2. 2nd couple — 6-4; 6-7. The players were — Anna Stevenson, Patricia Mitchell, Peggy Chapman and Katharine Grier. We were sorry to see the cup go from the Gym, but wish this year ' s players better luck. The Gymnastic Demonstration of 1933 Tennis 1932-33 [ 50 ] The Final Tennis Singles Cup Match was played on June ijth, between Peggy Chapman and Peggy Dash, resulting in a victory tor Peggy Chapman, 3 6, 6 ' 4, 6 ' 4. The Inter-Form Tennis Match was won by Lower VI. Last year a badge was given for the girl winning the tournament in her Form — in the Senior School, Tennis; in the Junior, Badminton and Deck Tennis. The following girls received them: Upper VI. M.ARG.ARET Hale Lower VI. Peggy Ch.apman Special VI. Ann.a Stevenson Upper Vi. Const .ANCE Hag.ar Upper V2. Peggy D.ash Ter IVa. Frances Brown IVb. Margaret Sweet Special IV. Cicely Jack IIL . Katharine Carvell IIIb. Charlotte Williamson Juniors Upper II. II. Upper I. Remove Badminton B.- rb.ar. B.arn.ard P.amel.a Merrill Wilma How. ' rd ISOBEL WuRTELE Deck Tennis Janet Porteous Diana Ekers M.ary McGibbon ESTELLE HaRGREAVES Barbara Barnard was the winner at the Badminton Tournament, and Janet Porteous of the Deck Tennis. Basketball 1932-33 This year both our teams won in the Private Schools Basketball League, of which we are very proud. Some very exciting matches were played this season. The First Team did not lose one game, while the Second Team lost but one. 1932-33 Private Schools Basketball League Results Trafalgar Misses E. feP C. Study Weston Total Teams 2-1-2 2 -t- 2 2 + 2 12 1st Trafalgar 2 -f- 2 2 + O 6 2nd Misses E. 5P C. . . 0-1-0 2 -|- 2 2+2 8 ist 0 -1- o 0 + 0 0 2nd Study o -I- 0 O + O 2+2 4 ist O + 2 2+2 6 2nd Weston O -f 0 0+0 O + 0 0 ist 1st Team Cup — Trafalgar, 12 points. 2nd Team Cup — a tie between the Study and Trafalgar. This match was played off at the Y.W.C.A., March 23rd. It resulted in a victory for Trafalgar, 26-16, giving us both cups. The Inter-Class Basketball matches were played this year as usual and the results were as follows — Seniors, Upper Vi; Juniors, Upper II. 1 51 1 TRAFALGAR BASKETBALL TEAM, 1932-33 {First Team) left to right — Betty Ritchie, Beatrice Taylor, Miss Booth (Coach), M Front row — Doreen Dann, Mary Cross (Captain), Emily Adams [ 52 ] Basketball Team Criticisms 1933 (First Tidrn) Mary Cross (Guard). Marv has been Captain this year. She has played well in matches. T.B.B. iQji ' 3,i. Beatrice Taylor (Shooter). A very steady and reliable player. T.B.B. 1031-32. Marion Ritchie (Centre Guard). Marian has maintained a good standard of play. T.B.B. igji ' ji. Betty Ritchie (Centre Shooter). Betty ' s play has been erratic, at times her shots have been ex- cellent, but occasionally they lacked care. T.B.B. 1031-32. Emily Ad.ams (Guard). Emily has played a tireless game and can be relied upon in emergencies. T.B.B. 1033. Doreen Dann (Shooter). Doreen thoroughly deserves her inclusion in the team and has played steadily all the season. T.B.B. 1033. {Second Team) Carol Jennings (Centre Shooter). Carol ' s passing and centre play have been good, but her shots are unreliable. IQ32-33. Margaret Sweet (Guard). Margaret ' s play has been steady throughout. 1032-33. Frances Brown (Centre Guard). Frances works and intercepts well, but her passing needs care. 1932-33. Marjorie Bayne (Shooter). A most promising player. She has done very good work in matches. 1935- Ivy Turner (Shooter). Ivy has played an energetic game, but her shooting is unreliable. 1032-33. Cicely Jack (Shooter). Cicely has shown great progress this year. i033- Barbara Barnard (Guard). Barbara shows great promise and plays a very active game. i033- Carol Wright (Centre). Carol has been a useful player who can be depended upon in any position that she plays. 1Q33. SECOND BASKETBALL TEAM, 1032-33 Bac row, left to right — Carol Wright, Margaret Sweet, Cicely Jack Front row — Frances Brown, Barbara Barnard, Carol Jennings, Marjorie Bayne, Ivy Turner [ 53 ] TRAFALGAR TENNIS TEAM, 1932 Katharine Grier, Peggy Chapman, Patricia Mitchell, Anna Stevenson [ 54 ] House Quotations " " " Tis education torms the common mind, Just as the twig is bent, the tree ' s inclined. " " A Daniel come to judgment! " " Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw. " " Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale? " " If it were done, when ' tis done, then ' twere well It were done quickly. " " Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep. " " A little ray of sunshine brightens up the home. " " Full many a flower is born to blush unseen And waste its sweetness on the desert air. " " Besides, ' tis known he could speak Greek as naturally as pigs squeak. " " Truly I would the gods had made thee poetical. " " Early to bed, and early to rise. Make a man healthy, wealthy and wise. " House Prophecy TN A FEW YEARS we expect to see Annabelle an owner of a perfume factory, and, as a side ' line, a reducing instructor and the manager of a home for sailors. It is our firm conviction that in future years Dora Wright will be the wife of a rising politician; her hobby being the writing of a comic strip, in which she amuses the nation by her dumb jokes. We will not be surprised in the least if Forrest should become a minister ' s wife, and superin ' tendent of a home for dumb cats and blind mice. We can assume, without the slightest delay, that Bernice will be a noted authority on botany, and will always be seen with a butterflynet in one hand and a magnifying glass in the other. Margaret Sweet is destined to become the president of the Sweet Marmalade Company, Limited, and a famous model for reproductions of the works of Titian. If Betty does not come to be an excellent dressmaker, who is continually losing customers because of her tardiness at sittings, we will have to confess our foretelling of events to be a failure. Fate has decreed that Frances should be the proud owner of a rubber factory, although, un ' unfortunately for the rest of her community, she never uses her own products. The gods decreed that Cicely should be a salesgirl in Eaton ' s Basement, where she often used to hunt bargains. By our farseeing eyes, we can picture Margaret Slack, mother of ten, busily cooking mushrooms and rhubarb, the only diet that she considers proper for young ones. Bernice Bigley Forrest Burt Fr.ances E.arle Ann.abelle Forsyth Cicely J. ck Betty McCrory Barb. ' r. ' N.- tion Marg.aret Slack M.arg.aret Sweet DoR.A Wright House [ 55 ] ome Thoughts from the House The Call of My Cottage Over the hills and far away Lies my cottage within a bay; Upon a lake that shivers and shines, With a little stream that from it twines Over a dashing waterfall. A million times a day I hear The call of my cottage, bright and clear; We painted it bravely a year ago, Oh, that is where I soon shall go Over the country roads ! Picnics and parties we had galore. And handled the boat with a skilful oar; Oh, those were the days ! (I hope for more) In the woods; along the shore; Over the hills and far away. Betty McCrory. Alberta Oh ! I can hear the brown bees Droning in the sunshine — When shall I return to thee, O prairie land of mine? The grass is of emerald hue, The golden sun shines bright, The sky is a lovely blue Between the clouds so white. Oh! when shall I see again Those rippling fields of grain. Sparkling brightly in the sun Or dripping in the rain? I remember in the grass The little violets grew. And dandelions in the spring A lovely golden hue. I left there long ago; Yet still I hear it pass The gentle breeze a-rustling Softly through the grass. Forrest Burt. [ 56 ] Boarders ' Badminton The way the boarders budnnnton play Really is a scream; You ne ' er saw anything so queer. Not even in a dream. They shout, they scream, they sit on the floor. But even that ' s not all; For when she hits an awkward bird Cicely prone does fall. Up and down and back and forth That little bird will fly. Till someone hits it much too hard And it gets stuck on high. Then v ' ith a basketball they try That awful bird to hit; They throw too high, they throw too low, They nearly have a fit. The one who sent the fatal bird All are ready to crown; But after halt an-hour or so The wretched bird comes down. Clang goes the bell, and with a bustle The net is put away. With shouts of " Thank you. Will you play Again some other day? " Forrest Burt. The Boarders ' Diary ' I ' HIS year there has been a great deal of coming and going in the house. To begin with, there have been the regular holidays. We came in on the night of the thirteenth of September, and just three and a half weeks later w e got out for our week-end. Thanksgiving day was Monday, the tenth of October, so we had from the afternoon of Friday, the seventh, to the morning of the eleventh. It seemed a very long time from the week-end to the Christmas holidays, which were from the twenty-first of December to the tenth of January. The week-end of the Easter term was shorter than the Thanksgiving one, being only from Saturday, the twenty-fifth of February, to the morning of the twenty-seventh. Our Easter holidays were almost all before Easter this year, being from the fifth to the eighteenth of April. These are the dates most of us came in and out, but there have been some exceptions. Dora Wright did not come in at all until the seventeenth of October, and Janet Morrisey left to become a day girl on the twelfth of November. Just lately, on the twenty-fifth of April to be exact, Barbara Nation, who used to be a day girl, came in to board. Besides all these, there was a great deal of coming and going during the second term on account of " chicken-pox. " To begin with, Margaret Slack came down with them on the eighteenth of January, and went home. Exactly two weeks later, and just a day before Margaret returned, Forrest developed the fatal " spots. " In another two weeks, Dora produced the last case, for [ 57 ] Cicely, although quarantined several times, never got them. Forrest came back on the twentieth of February, and Dora on the thirteenth of March, thus finishing an important, though not such a pleasant, chapter in the school year. On Trafalgar Day, the twentyfirst of last October, a tea was given for Old Girls, which, although we were not present at it, we feel belongs in our history, as it took place in the House. On the twenty-eighth of October we attended a Hallowe ' en party, given in the Gym by the Lower Sixth. After that there was no important entertainment until the fourteenth of December, when the whole school was invited to Ogilvy ' s, to hear a quartet of Russian singers. On the sixteenth of December those girls who take music gave a recital for parents and friends, and we all took part in Count Tolstoy ' s play, " The Two Pilgrims. " The first thing we attended after the Christmas holidays was the play, " Treasure Island, " given by McGill students at Moyse Hall on January the fourteenth. On the tenth of February we all went to Barrie ' s " Alice Sit By The Fire, " given in our Assembly Hall by the Fifth Form Dramatic Club. In less than a week after, on the sixteenth of February, the Second Form gave " Alice in Wonderland, " and that same evening we went to hear John Masefield, the Poet Laureate, speak. On the evening of the third of March we went to see the Missionary Loan Exhibition in the Sun Life Building. The sixteenth and seventeenth of March were very busy days, for we took part in the two performances of the annual Gym Demonstration. A week later the Lower Sixth gave a play, " The Dream Lady, " and naturally we were all present in full force. The last thing we saw to date was the Morality Play of " Everyman, " on the twenty-second of April. We played tennis very late last fall, the last time being the fifth of November. But we didn ' t start skating until after Christmas, and so had less than two months of it, just until the twenty ' seventh of February. Tennis started on the twenty-eighth of April, and now, in Daylight Saving, we can play three times a day unless it rains. Forrest Burt. Thomas Thomas (or Walter) Is the house cat; A lovely gray And not too fat — That ' s Thomas. He leaves his paw ' prints On the white cloth, And makes everyone Exceeding wrath — That ' s Thomas. Striped like a tiger Beautifully, He tries to keep clean Successfully — That ' s Thomas. Terribly spoiled, Proud as can be. Yet the nicest cat You e ' er did see — That ' s Thomas. In at the window. Not at the door. Specially when rain Begins to pour — That ' s Thomas. Attention he wants. Seldom much more, When you hear a " meow " Around the door — That ' s Thomas. Some call him " Walter, " " Thomas " some say, I do not know which. So I just say — It ' s Thomas. Forrest Burt. [ 58 ] CHRO w House Sports The following girls were winners in the tournaments of 1932: — Tennis singles — Anna Stevenson. Badminton singles — Katharine Grier. Deck Tennis singles — Katharine Grier. HOUSE STRIPES June 1st, 1932, Term 3 — Peggy Dash, Yvonne Cochand, Sheila Archibald, Margaret Anderson. House Badges of 1932 — Patricia Mitchell, Margaret Sweet, Katharine Grier. [ 59 ] John Masefield TT WAS our great good fortune to go on the evening of the sixteenth of February to hear John Masefield, the Poet Laureate. He spoke at Windsor Hall, and a large audience was present to honor him. Our seats were in the middle aisle in the back, biit, notwithstanding, we could hear and see everything that was going on. The gentleman who introduced Mr. Masefield told us a little about him, and said what a great pleasure it was to have him speak. When he motioned to Mr. Masefield to begin, a burst of applause sounded, and as the great poet stepped forward one received various impressions of him. He was tall and distinguished looking, with white hair; he carried himself well, and even though one did not know who he was, he would impress one as a clever man. At first Mr. Masefield held our interest with several amusing and witty stories. Then he began to interpret some of his own works, among them being the " Story Without An End " and " Down To The Sea. " The poet ' s voice had a very pleasing quality, and his superb expression contributed greatly to the enjoyment with which his audience listened. On hearing his various recitations one could readily understand why he was chosen Poet Laureate of England. The people of Montreal who were present would agree with us, I am sure, when we say that we are thoroughly convinced that we saw and heard that night a great poet, whose works will be handed down to posterity as Tennyson ' s have been, and who, as long as literature is appreciated, will be remembered by men. _ r. DERNICE DIGLEY. April Fool " ' I ' EN more minutes " was the shrill cry which rang through the dorm, and woke the majority of us up. With a hustle and bustle, and after many years of training, we were practically dressed in five minutes; that gave us five more minutes, before the bell went, to complete our toilet. But, alas! without any warning, clang, clang, went the devotion bell. Oh! what yells came from the dorm. " She rang the bell five minutes too early. " " What shall I do, my hair isn ' t done yet? " " I can ' t find my stocking. " " I ' m sure my watch is right. " " Somebody help me find my shoe. " In a half ' a minute we were nearly all ready. Another minute and the slower ones appeared. Two minutes — but no teacher came to see if we were ready. Three minutes — we still stood waiting for the appearance of the mistress on duty, and suddenly it dawned on our sleepy brains. Was not this April Fool ' s Day? Then who rang that bell? In a minute we found the guilty person hiding in her cubicle — Dora Wright! In vain during the rest of the morning we tried to fool her, but she did not bite. So next year, Dora, beware, for we shall not forget! „ , Cicely Jack. On Having Chicken-Pox ' I ' O WAKE UP in the morning when the room seems ten degrees below zero, and find yourself covered with a strange array of spots, is a most unpleasant sensation. Whe n the fact is reported to headquarters, you are bundled back into bed and kept there till the doctor comes. When he arrives, you wait breathlessly for his verdict. " Chicken ' pox, " he says, and you have a sigh of relief, that it isn ' t smalLpox or scarlet ' fever. In a day or so your joy, over this fact, is far spent. If you are a vain person and glance into the mirror, the shock is certain to overcome you. You begin to doubt whether or not your head [ 60 ] has changed places with a turkey " s egg. You are thoroughly convinced that you are disfigured for lite, and recall all the horrors you have seen in the way of disfigured faces, wondering which you will be most like. This shock, plus a diet similar to that of an intant, usually leaves you prostrate for a few days. When you have summoned enough courage to look in the mirror again, you behold a decidedly more human image. This is certainly a relief and your hope begins to rise. In a few more days, feeling very energetic, you decide that you would like to get up and take a short walk. The thought is most delightful, but after preparing for action, you decide that per- haps it is a little too early to think about exercise. With the greatest of pleasure you return to bed. Finally, you do succeed in your aspirations, and return to a normal life without the least sorrow or regret. There seems to be only one advantage in having chicken-pox — you do lose a little weight (?). . . „ Margaret Slack. The Spanish Princess To Traf one day, a month too late. Came, mystic as a fallen star, A charming figure, tall and dark. The Princess Santigo de la Ricorda. She mingled with the girls in school As if she ' d known them all her life; They also liked her passing well. And no just cause appeared for strife. But all above the rest there rose Just one whose awe was strange to see, And she a friend of proven worth. Take all in all, turned out to be. She watched the gentle girl from Spain With passion fond as any known, And turned away remarks or smiles With skill, that won her great renown. When word was said which might reflect Upon Her Highness ' birth or state, A finger placed upon her lips Made all forget the Princess ' fate. But as this faithful friend was reaping Reward, quite adequate it seemed. For all her favours to the Spaniard — Behold she woke and found she dreamed ! The Boarders. Remarks Often Heard in the House I. " What time is it? " (Hopefully). 1. " Who ' s taking the walk? " {Inquiringly). 3. " What a mess my cubie ' s in! " {Gaspingly). 4. " Where is that cat? " {Said with exasperation). 5. " Has the bell gone yet? " {Sleepily). 6. " Who ' s snoring? " (Said with murder in eyes). 7. " Do we have Gym to-day? " {Achingly). 8. " Another of Dora ' s dumb jokes. " (Wearily). 9. " Little birds . " {Sarcastically). 10. " Be my partner on the walk? " {Crmgmgly). 11. " Remind me to make out my slip? " {Beseechingly). 12. " I bags the first bath on the left! " {Usually proclaimed to the universe). 13. " She wants a quarter. " {Sympathetically). 14. " Is there skating to-day? " {Hopefully). 15. " What are the biscuits like? " {Hungrily). 16. " Practice what you preach. " (Wearily). 17. " Where ' s my girdle? " {Usually two minutes to get dressed in). 18. " Another hole!!! " {Despairingly). 19. " I thought I ' d die! " (Said with a relish). 20. " She ' s just a little simple! " (Knowingly). 11. " A-a-a-h me!!! " (The end). Betty McCrory. 1 61 1 McGILL Last year ' s Sixth Form upheld well Trafalgar ' s record in Matriculation. We congratulates Barbara Dean on winning the Trafalgar Scholarship, incidentally tying with another candidate for First Place in the Province. The following girls also passed the full Matriculation in June : — Jocelyn Bruce, Eleanor Buchan ' an, Marion Gardner, Margaret Hale, Nora Hankin, Joan Henry, Beverley Hughes, Cynthia Jennings, Suzanne Kohl, Mary Malcolm, Jean McGoun, Peggy McKay, Shirley Stevenson, Vivian Stewart, Ann Sweeny, Barbara Tims, Dorothy Walker, Kathleen Williams. We congratulate Ann Sweeny on being awarded a War Memorial Scholarship by the I.O.D.E. Constance Grier, Betty Cameron, Jean Symons, Gwen Johnston, Margaret Sadler completed Matriculation in September. Eighteen of our Matriculants have entered McGill and are now doing First ' year work. Second year — Evelyn Bryant, Norma Roy, Betty Brookfield, Deborah Barbour, Morna O ' Neill, Marjorie Evans, Betty Safford, Jean Harvie. We congratulate Jean Harvie on her brilliant work in Classics. Last May she won a Classical Scholarship, taking First Place in her year. Third year — Alice Johannsen, Beatrice Stewart, Cynthia Bazin, Margaret Hill, Rosamund Perry, Sallie Ward, Nora Miner, Betty Miner, Florence McMurtry, Betty Hurry, Janet Cameron, Alma Howard, Kathlyn Stanley. Alice Johannsen was President of her year, Vice-President of the Delta Sigma Society, and Inter-Collegiate debater. Cynthia Bazin was on the Inter-Collegiate Basketball team. Fourth year — Hearty congratulations to the following girls who have just received Degrees : — Mary Hill, M.A. Anne Byers, B.A., First-Class Honours in French. Kathryn Wood, B.A., First-Class Honours in English and German. Marjorie Lynch, B.A., Second Class Honours in English and French. Marion Wilson, B.A., Second Class Honours in French. Greta Larminie, B.A. Jean Taylor, B.A. Helen Hendry, B.A. Mary Strachan, B.A. Beatrice Harvey, B.Com. [ 62 ] TEACHING The number of Trafalgarians who are teaching i? increasing. DoREEN Harvie Jellie IS on the statf at Fairmount School, while Isobel Holland is teaching in Verdun. Dorothy W.ard is doing Kindergarten work at the Lorne School, Point St. Charles, and M.ARiON Brisb.ane has a post in the same school. Wenonah Besvvick is teaching at the Earl Grey School. Isabel Elliott is teaching French at the High School, Prescott. Eleanor Buch. nan is helping with the little ones at the Murray Park Nursery School. M.JiRiON Ross teaches History at Miss Edgar s School, and we are very glad to have Muriel Bedford Jones still with us at Trafalgar. Doris Robinson is teaching in Roslyn School. Alice Bissett is taking a course at the Maria Grey Training College, London, England. ABROAD Patrici.a Mitchell is at a finishing school in England. She was in Scotland during the holiday, and has also visited France and Italy. Griseld.a Archib.ald is enjoying English school life at Westonburt. Her sister Joan, who is studying the violin in London, joined her for the holidays, and together they explored the English countryside on bicycles. Kath.arine C.arvell is at school in Surrey. Nora Hankin is at school in Switzerland. Alma Howard is spending the summer in England. She will spend some time at Oxford with J-ANE, who has b;en living there with her husband, prior to their departure for India. Ernestine Ross spent the winter in Switzerland. She is now in London where she was pre- sented at Court in May. DoREEN HarviE ' Jellie and Isobel Holland are going to take a trip together through England and France this summer. Peggy Dash, who spent the winter in Montreal, has returned to British Guiana. GIRL GUIDES Edith Creelman (Mrs. Ross MacDonald) is Divisional Commissioner for Montreal. Evelyn Clouston is a District Captain. Helen Ogilvie and Peggy Chapman are in charge of the Trafalgar Company. Betty Turner is an Officer in Quebec. She is in charge of the Rally there this year. Vivian Jenkins and Betty Shaw are Brown Owls. Helen Henderson (nee Drummond) was in charge of the District Competitions this year. Winnifred Kydd, Jean Harvie, Helen Hutchinson, Brenda Taylor, Betty Brookfield, Aileen Ross, Phyllis Green and Jean Darling are Guiders in City Companies. This year the Dominion Council of the Girl Guide Association held its annual meeting in Montreal. We were honoured by the presence of Mrs. Warren, the Chief Guide of Canada, who took the salute at the Rally on May 23rd. Commissioners came from all over Canada to attend the meeting and the Rally, which was one of the best we have ever had. At present there are about two thousand Guides and one hundred and eighty Officers in Montreal. [ 63 ] GENERAL NEWS Many Old Girls are at TEcole des Beaux Arts. Among those taking courses there are Monica • Lyman, Mollie Crombie, Ruth Webb, Cynthia Jennings, Margaret Hayman, Joyce Frazer, Kathleen Putnam, Peggy Dash and Frances Collins. Elizabeth Eraser and Kathleen Williams are taking courses at Macdonald College. Carol Ross, Megan Owen and Monica Hill are all taking courses at the Montreal General Hospital. Eleanor Langford is a dietitian at the Montreal General Hospital. Ernestine Riordon (nee Ellis) has left Kenya and is now living in Montreal with her small son. Marguerite Starke, Sheilagh Sullivan, Eleanor McBride and Ellen Read are working with the T. Eaton Company. Hazel Ahern is in the Advertising Department of the James Ogilvy Co. Sylvia Fosbery has graduated from the Norland Institute, London, and is now back in Mont ' real. Louisa Fair has been elected President of the McGill Alumnae. Margaret Bell is working as an investigator with the Catholic Charities. Anna and Mollie Stevenson are graduating this year from the Katharine Gibbs Secretarial School, New York. Ruth Bishop has a position with the Canadian Celanese Company. Marguerite Caldwell (nee Benny) is Chairman of the Directory Committee of the Montreal Special Libraries Association. Margaret Cameron has a position with the Canadian Industries Limited. Margaret Dodds has been working for her M.A. in Psychology. Marjorie Miller, who graduated from Sweet ' Briar, Virginia, last year, is now reading for her M.A. in English at McGill. We congratulate Everald Barron (nea Farrar) and Mary Magor (nee Beard) on the arrival of their tiny daughters. Most of Trafalgar ' s grandchildre n are boys, so we hail news of this kind with delight. We were glad to welcome Winnifred Kydd back to School in April, when she came to give us a lecture on the Disarmament Conference. The girls appreciated it very much. Some of our Old Girls are very active in the Junior League. Margaret Mitchell is Honorary President, Eileen Peters is First Vice-President and Helen Ritchie is now Recording Secretary. Pauline Mitchell, Lois Birks, Jean Peters, Jean Darling, Elizabeth Drummond (ne; Sise), Edith Jacques and Elizabeth Stanway are on the Board of Management. The following girls have been working at the Griffintown Settlement this winter: — Catherine Robinson, Connie Mussell, Jean Darling, Eileen Mitchell, Jean Peters, Lois Wynn (nee Burpe), Lorraine Mowat, Helen Stewart, Margaret Stewart, Norma Roy, Audrey Shearer, Betty DeBrisay, Mary Durley, Dorothy Ward. Elizabeth Flanagan (nee Baile) has done good work in organising dinners for the under- nourished children of the neighbourhood during several months. Cecile Bouchard is editing the Women ' s Page in her father ' s newspaper, Le Clairon. MARRIAGES NORMAN-ROBERTS On July 9th, 1932, Gwen Rhiannon Rhys Roberts to the Reverend William Howard Heal Norman. BRYSON-HOWARD On October ist, 193a, at Oxford, Jane Howard to Christopher Bryson. NEILSON-McEWEN On October loth, 1932, Margaret McEwen to James Robert Walker Neilson. FURST-GRINDLEY On October 20th, 1932, Margot Grindley to Harold L. Furst. ARNOLD-VAUGHAN On April 20th, 1933, Betty Vaughan to John Stewart Arnold. HARRIS-SHEPHERD On April 22nd, 1933, at Halifax, N.S., Lilias Augusta Shepherd to Lieutenant Roland F. Harris, R.C.N.V.R. [ 64 1 Staff Directory Miss Gumming, Trafalgar Institute, 34i.)5 Simpson St., Montreal. Miss Abbot, Senneville, P.Q. Mlle Adam, Trafalgar Institute, J4g5 Simpson St., Montreal. Miss Balmforth, Trafalgar Institute, 3495 Simpson St., Montreal. Miss Bedford-Jones, :;io Somerset St. W., Ottawa, Ont. Miss Booth, 7 Frenchary Road, Oxford, England. Miss Brady, 3,575 Darocher St., Montreal. Miss Bryan, Trafalgar Institute, 3495 Simpson St., Montreal. Miss Bunyan, 83 Belgrave Road, Edinburgh W., Scotland. Miss Cam, 3622 Lorne Crescent, Apt. 2, Montreal. Miss Cowan, Old Vicarage, Horsley, Nailsworth, Glos., England. Mlle Dillon, 1176 St. Mark St., Apt. 68, Montreal. Miss Hicks, Trafalgar Institute, 3495 Simpson St., Montreal. Mlle Juge, Trafalgar Institute, 3495 Simpson St., Montreal. Miss Lawson, Trafalgar Institute, 3495 Simpson St., Montreal. Mrs. Leon. ' rd, 3498 Walkley Ave., N.D.G., Montreal. Miss C. Lewis, 1538 St. Matthew Street, Montreal. Mrs. Norris, 4026 Hampton Ave., N.D.G., Montreal. Miss Randall, Trafalgar Institute, 3495 Simpson St., Montreal. Mrs. Sharp, 481 Grosvenor Ave., Westmount. Miss Swales, Trafalgar Institute, 3495 Simpson St., Montreal. Miss Treweek, Trafalgar Institute, 3495 Simpson St., Montreal. ' » « ♦ School Directory A C ADAIR, HELEN, 502 Lansdownc Ave., Westmount. ADAMS EMILY 19 Fenwick Ave. Montreal West. AIRD HELEN 125 Brock Ave , Montreal West. AIRD, jean, 456 Strathcona Ave., Westmount. AIRD, LOIS, Vallevfield. Que. AIRD, PAMELA, 1309 Redpath Crescent, Montreal. ALLEN, MARJORIE, 2 Richelieu Place, Montreal. ANGUS, EDITH, 465 Mount Stephen Ave., Westmount. CAMERON, JOANN, 4040 Harvard Ave., N.D.G. CAMERON, LOIS, 4040 Harvard Ave., N.D.G. CAMPBELL, AILSA, 56 Cornwall Ave., Mount Royal, Oue. CAMPBELL, HELEN, 596 Victoria Ave., Westmount. CARMICHAEL, ALISON, 9 De Casson Road, Westmount. CHAMBERS, MARGOT, 23 Barat Road, Westmount. COGHILL, FRANCES, 562 Victoria Ave., Westmount. CRABTREE, ELEANOR, 46 Curzon Ave., Montreal West. CRAIG, BEREATH, 5454 Queen Mary Road, Snowdon. CREELMAN, CATHERINE, 1444 Sherbrooke St. W., Montreal. CRONYN, JUANITA, 4100 Cote des Neiges Road, Montreal. CROSS, MARY, 235 Strathearn Ave., Montreal West. CURRY, PATRICIA, 662 Murray Hill, Westmount. 8 BANN, JOAN, 346 Lansdowne Ave., Westmount. BARNARD, BARBARA, 4165 Dorchester St., Westmount. BARNES, CHARLOHE 4173 Oxford Ave., N.D.G. BARNES, FRANCES. 1554 Pine Ave., Montreal. BARNES, MARY 1554 Pine Ave., Montreal. BAYNE, MARJORIE 6 Portland Ave., Sherbrooke, Que. BEEBE VIRGINIA, 232 Brock Ave. Montreal West. SEVENS LYN 3422 Stanley St., Montreal. BIGLEY, BERNICE, 27 De Casson Road, Westmount. BINGHAM, NANCY, 8 Redpath Row, Montreal. BIRKS JOYCE 1547 Pine Ave W., Montreal. BLACKSTOCK. RUTH, 81 Pine Ave. St. Lambert, Que. BLAIR, SHIRLEY, 828 Pratt Ave., Outremont. BLOTT KATHLEEN, 5022 Victoria Ave., Westmount. BONNAR NANCY, 558 Lansdowne Ave., Westmount. BOYD, MARGARET, Ste. Anne de Bellevue, Oue. BROOKS, DOROTHY, 145 Wolseley Ave., Montreal West. BROWN, DOROTHY, 533 Victoria Ave., Westmount. BROWN, FRANCES, 1495 Crescent St., Montreal. BURPE, EVELYN, 699 Grosvenor Ave., Westmount. BURT, FORREST, 2311 Carter Ave., St. Paul, Minn., U.S.A. BYRD, LOLA, 8 Gladstone Ave., Westmount. DANIELL, DIANA, 104b Lakeshore Road, Lakeside, Que. DANN, DOREEN, 24 Alta Vista Apts., Cote des Neises, Montreal. DAVIS, AMY, 1374 Sherbrooke St. W., Montreal. DAVIS, JUNE, 1374 Sherbrooke St. W., Montreal. DE LA PLANTE, RUTH, 5599 Queen Mary Road, Montreal. DICKSON, MARJORIE, 4462 Western Ave., Westmount. DODDS, ROMA, 58 Belvedere Road, Westmount. DONNELLY, JEAN, 3010 Westmount Boulevard, Westmount. DRIVER, LORRAINE, 5161 Queen Mary Road, Montreal. DUBOIS, JACQUELINE, 488 Arsyle Ave , Westmount. DUMARESQ, JANICE, 1 544 Mackay St., Montreal. DUNLOP, JOAN, 130 Clandeboye Ave., Westmount. DUNLOP, LOIS, 130 Clandeboye Ave., Westmount. D [ 65 ] E EARLE, FRANCES, 3011 Cedar Ave., Montreal. EKERS, DIANA, 3472 Cote des Neiges Road, Montreal. ELDER, PEGGY, 1522 Sucrmerhill Ave , Montreal ELDER, ELIZABETH, 18 De Casson Road, Westmount. ELLIOT, JANE, 3538 Grey Ave., N.D G. F FISHER, DIANA, 22 Richelieu Place, Montreal. FISHER, MARGARET, 1620 Seaforth Ave., Westmount. FLANAGAN, DOREEN, 659 Grosvenor Ave., Westmount. FORBES, BETTY, 1535 Sherbrooke St., Montreal. FORSYTH, ANNABEL, 74 Sunnyside Ave,, Westmount. FREEMAN, PHOEBE ANN, 4870 Cote des Neises Rd., Montreal. G GARLAND, MARGARET, 130 Wolseley Ave., Montreal West. GRAFTON, YOLANDE, 720 Upper Roslyn Ave., Westmount. GREENFIELD, HELEN, 25 Redpath Place, Montreal GRIER, GEORGINA, 1444 Redpath Crescent, Montreal. GORDON, SHEILA, Evington House, Coombe Hill, Gloucester, England. |_| HAGAR, CONSTANCE, 1500 Mountain St., Montreal. HALE, PRISCILLA, 38 Lazard Road, Mount Royal, Que. HAMILTON, LESLIE, 445 Mount Pleasant Ave., Westmount. HAMPSON, BARBARA, 1501 McGregor St., Montreal. HARGREAVES, ESTELLE, 1485 Fort St., Montreal. HARRINGTON, JANET, 24 Ramezay Roqd, Westmount. HARVEY, SHIRLEY, 3506 Vendome Ave., N.D.G. HAY, ELIZABETH ANN, 4445 Western Ave., Westmount. HAYMAN, EDITH, 3843 Royal Ave., N.D.G. HENRY, BETTY, 4373 Westmount Ave., Westmount. HENRY, ELEANOR, 4373 Westmount Ave., Westmount. HENRY, PHYLLIS, 4373 Westmount Ave., Westmount. HERSEY, MADELINE, 364 Metcalfe Ave. W., Westmount. HEWARD, MARION, 10 Anworth Road, Westmount. HEWARD, MARJORIE, 462 Mountain Ave,, Westmount. HILL, JESSIE, 2257 Clifton Ave,, N.D.G. HILL, KATHARINE, 2257 Clifton Ave., N.D.G. HODGES, GAIL, 5636 Notre Dame de Grace Ave., N.D.G. HORNER, GARY, 3993 Montrose Ave., Westmount. HOWARD, SYLVIA, 28 Summit Crescent, Westmount. HOWARD, WiLMA, 28 Summit Crescent, Westmount. HULME, ISOBEL, 3411 Grey Ave., N,D,G, HUNTING, ISABELLE, 348 Desmarchais Boulevard, Verdun, Oue. HYLAND, BARBARA, 696 Grosvenor Ave., Westmount. I IRELAND, EILEEN, 4347 Westmount Ave., Westmount. J JACK, CICELY, 481 Roslyn Ave., Westmount. JAMES, GWENDOLYN, 1455 Tower Ave , Montreal. JARMAN, AUDREY, 78 Chesterfield Ave,, Westmount. JENNINGS, CAROL, 4196 Beaconsfield Ave., N.D.G. JENNINGS, HELEN, 4196 Beaconsfield Ave., N.D.G. K KAUFMANN, PEGGY, 3449 Grey Ave., N.D.G. KAY, KATHLEEN, 4034 Dorchester St., Westmount. KER, VALERIE, 4754 Westmount Boulevard, Westmount. KERR, ROSEMARY, 4031 Marlowe Ave., N.D.G. L LANE, ELEANOR, 14 Parkside Place, Cote des Neiges Road, Montreal. LEACH, AUBREY, 4014 Marcil Ave., N.D.G. LeMERCIER, MARY, 384 Wood Ave., Westmount. LeMESURIER, ALICE, 43 Arlington Ave., Westmount. LYMAN, FAITH, 1369 Redpath Crescent, Montred. LYSTER, ALISON, 606 Grosvenor Ave., Westmount. M MACKENZIE, CATHERINE, 3060 Westmount Blvd., Westmount. MACKENZIE, ISABEL, 3491 McTavish St., Montreal. MacMILLAN, MARGARET, 503 Argyle Ave., Westmount. MacMILLAN, MARION, 503 Argyle Ave., Westmount. MALCOLM, LOIS, 1 Rosemount Ave., Westmount. MARTIN, SYLVIA, 422 Mount Stephen Ave., Westmount. MATHER, GRACE, 5583 Oueen Mary Road, Hampstead, Que. McCRORY, ELIZABETH, 6215 Hampton, Pittsburg, Pa. McFARLANE, ALMA, 637 Sydenham Ave., Westmount. McGIBBON, MARY, 718 Hartland Ave., Outremont. deMERRAL, PATRICIA, 20 Renfrew Ave., Westmount. MERRILL, JULIA, 529 Lansdowne Ave., Westmount. MERRILL, PAMELA, 529 Lansdowne Ave., Westmount. MILLS, KATHLEtN, 4159 Old Orchard Ave., N.D.G. MONCEL, RENEE, 47 Rosemount Ave., Westmount. MONTGOMERY, AGNES, 3590 Vendome Ave., N.D.G. MONTGOMERY, MARGARET, 3590 Vendome Ave., N.D.G. MOORE, IRENE, 2090 Sherbrooke St., Westmount. MORRISEY, JANET, 1321 Sherbrooke St., Westmount. MORRISON, BARBARA, 788 Upper Lansdowne Ave,, Westmount. MORRISON, JEAN, 788 Upper Lansdowne Ave., Westmount. MURRAY, NANCY, 1509 Sherbrooke St., Montreal. N NATION, BARBARA, 12 Duncannon Apts., Ottawa. NEWELL, MARGARET, 4052 Wilson Ave., N.D.G. O OGILVIE, BETTY, 5555 Terrebonne Ave., N.D.G. OLIVER, RUTH, 4115 Westhill Ave., N.D.G. P PETERSON, BETTY, 139 Edison Ave., St. Lambert. PEHIGREW, MARGARET, 434 Metcalfe Ave., Westmount. PIERS, DIANA, 10 Weredale Park, Westmount. PLANT, PATRICIA, 366 Wood Ave., Westmount. PORTEOUS, JANET, 48 Holton Ave., Westmount. PORTEOUS, PRUDENCE, 19 Redpath Crescent, Montreal. R RAYNER, RUTH, 121 Thirty-fourth Street, Lachine, Que. 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SHAW, PEGGY, 3466 Peel St., Montreal. SIMPSON, MARGERY, 4107 Hampton Ave., N.D.G. SLACK, MARGARET, Waterloo, Que. SLOCUM, MARGUERITE, 1444 Sherbrooke St. W., Montreal. SMART, ALISON, 792a Cote St. Catherine Road, Outremont. SMART, ELSPETH, 792a Cote St. Catherine Road, Outremont. SMITH, ELIZABETH ANN, 631 Lansdowne Ave., Westmount. SNELL, PATRICIA, 65 Summit Crescent, Westmount. SOPER, ANN, 3246 Cedar Ave., Westmount. STEARNS, ANN, 1514 McGregor St., Montreal. STEARNS, JOAN, 1514 McGregor St., Montreal. STEVENSON, KATHERINE, 1545 Drummond St., Montreal. STEWART, BARBARA, 631 Roslyn Ave., Westmount. STRACHAN, MARY, 659 Lansdowne Ave., Westmount. STUART, MARY ELENA, 58 Beverley Road, Mount Royal, Que, SWEET, MARGARET, Blue Mountain, Pictou Co., Nova Scotia. T TARLTON, JEAN, 750 McEachran Ave., Outremont. TAYLOR, BEATRICE, 31 Barat Road, Westmount. TAYLOR, JEAN, 26 41st Ave., Lachine, Oue. TELFER, RUTH, 619 Lansdowne Ave,, Westmount. THOMPSON, ANNA, 1251 St. Mark Street, Montreal. THOMPSON, JOY, 3219 Westmount Blvd., Westmount. THOMPSON, LILLIAN, 17 Willow Ave., Westmount. THORNTON, MEREDITH, 344 Kensington Ave., Westmount. TOOKE, JOAN, 4 Hudson Ave., Westmount. TOOKE, MARJORIE, 4 Hudson Ave., Westmount. TURNER, IVY, 424 Wood Ave., Westmount. V VAUGHAN, GLORIA, 1227 Sherbrooke St., Montreal. VELLO, MILLICENT, 799 Upper Belmont Ave., Westmount. W WALKER, MERCY, 3 Belvedere Road, Westmount. WALSH, JOAN, 5051 Glencairn Road, Westmount. WARD, BARBARA, 4321 Harvard Ave., N.D.G. WARD, BETTY, 311 Drummond Court, Montreal. WEBBER, ALISON, 3456 Grey Ave., N.D.G. WEEKS, KATHERINE, 4666 Victoria Ave., Westmount. WILKES, BARBARA, 2060 Vendome Ave., N.D.G, WILSON, MARGARET, 57 Forden Avenue, Westmount. WILSON, ISOBEL, 4053 Vendome Ave., N.D.G. WILLIAMSON, BEHY, 1610 Sherbrooke St., Montreal. WILUAMSON, CHARLOTTE, 623 Belmont Ave., Westmount. WILLIAMSON, HOPE, 623 Belmont Ave., Westmount. WOOD, MARJORIE, 221 Clarke Ave., Westmount. 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