Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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EATON C ?,„ OF MONTREAL Really Fresh CoFFee is ground before your eyes More people drink A P Coffee than any other coffee because there is no better coffee at any price A blend to suit your taste, really fresh and correctly ground for your method of making. AC D 0 CiACLC :?AOt!.t!:t|::.-ro::0«»««: Mild and Mellow Rich and 1 ull-bodied Vigorous and Winey THE GREAT ATLANTIC PACIFIC TEA COMPANY LIMITED OF CANADA JUNE 1934 VOLUME VIII Trafalgar Editor Nancy Murray MAGAZINE STAFF Sub ' Editor Emily Adams SecretaryTreasumr Forrest Burt EXECUTIVE COMMITTEE Advertising Managers ' Art Representative Athletic Representative House Representative ' Advisor to Magazine Staff Frances Brown Katharine Weeks Mercy Walker ' Doreen Dann Bernice Bigley Miss Bryan CLASS REPRESENTATIVES Matriculation II. Upper Vi. Upper V2. Form IVa. Marjorie Bayne Phyllis Henry Owen Henderson Barbara Ward Form IVb. Form IIIa. Form IIIb. Form Upper II. Joan Walsh Ruth Mallory Margaret Saunders Margaret Ross SCHOOL OFFICERS— PREFECTS Emily Adams Peggy Boyd Forrest Burt JUANITA CrONYN Doreen Dann Katharine Weeks Lorraine Driver Sylvia Howard Nancy Murray Ruth Oliver Margaret Sweet FORM OFFICERS Form Matriculation I. Matriculation II. Upper Vi. Upper V2. IVa. IVb. IIIa. IIIb. Upper II. II. Upper I. Remove. President Nancy Murray Lorraine Driver Margaret Slack Katharine Stevenson Jean Scrimger Janet Porteous Faith Lyman Jane Seely Ann Dodd Jane Elliot Grace Wurtele Marion MacMillan Vice-President Emily Adams Lillian Thompson Betty Henry Elizabeth Shap.p Margaret Montgomery Phoebe Anne Freeman Peggy Tyndale Peggy MacMillan Madeleine Hersey Lyn Berens Frances Barnes 11 ] Sir Arthur Currie CANADIANS of a future day, looking back to the history of our time, will see in Sir Arthur Currie our greatest figure. They may well be inspired to wonder what were the qualities which fitted him to lead us in our greatest war, and to maintain his place for many years in our post ' war activities. Before endeavouring to appraise and analyse the qualities with which he was endowed, it is expedient that we should summarily review his career. Born in 1875 in the Province of Ontario, he early moved to British Columbia, where he taught school and engaged in business. His activities in the Canadian Militia were probably the most significant indication of his real interests. Certainly, it was this early military training which qualified him, on the outbreak of the Great War, to take an active part in it. Starting at the head of a battalion in the First Contingent, he rose steadily until in 1917 he became Commander-in-Chief of the Canadian Corps. It was then that his qualities as a leader became clearly apparent, for under his command the Canadian Corps achieved a great name as one of the outstanding units in the Allied Armies. Following the war, he became Principal of McGill University, then urgently in need of courageous leadership and inspiration. His efforts on behalf of this University were so successful that, on his death, its prestige and reputation were greater than ever before. The doubts ex- pressed on his appointment, based on his lack of academic training and university experience, were soon dissipated by his constant successes in all the various activities to which, in his new office, he was obliged to apply himself. Apart from his arduous duties at the University, Sir Arthur found time to provide leadership in public affairs, and to take his place in Canada, not merely as the Principal of a great University and a former commander of our Corps, but also as the exponent of those qualities of life and action of which he was at all times a fine examplar. We were fortunate in being able to claim a part of his thought and assistance in Trafalgar School. As President of our Board of Governors, he gave us the benefit of his advice and guidance, and the mere fact of his occupying the role of official head of our school gave it a special distinction. What were the qualities which made Sir Arthur great? As we see him now, the most out- standing were those which we designate under the general word " character. " Always a man of deep religious feeling, he felt that his work was his mission, and to it he applied all his forces. His stern and serious deportment were indicative only of the regimen he imposed on himself, as, with others, he was always kindly and considerate. His public addresses revealed a strong sense of duty and deep sincerity of thought. In the opinion of many he was, during his last years, our greatest orator, and this was due, less to his development to a high degree of the mechanical or technical arts of public speaking, than to the power of mind and heart which were revealed in his addresses. His intellectual powers were clearly exceptional as demonstrated by his achievements in widely different spheres. However, Canada has many able men, and Sir Arthur ' s career cannot be accounted for simply on the basis of intellect. His position as our great war-time and post-war leader was chiefly due to the fact that the people of Canada saw in him a man whose work was a religion, and who, in every activity of his life, exemplified the great virtues of honesty, devotion to duty, and love of country. Sylvia Howard, Form Matriculation I. [ 13] »gDiirDyRi. ]L XT " HEN one has gone to " Traf. " for a number of years, one becomes attached to the old school. It has its faults, and often we complain bitterly about them, but in our hearts we know that when the last day comes we will be very loath to leave, and we pity the people who have been educated at home, or who have for some reason never known the joys of school life. We were exceedingly sorry to lose one of our Governors, Sir Arthur Currie, at the beginning of the year. Sir Arthur had helped the school to run smoothly for a number of years, and we had learn ed to look for his cheery face at our entertainments, so his death was a great blow to us all. We wish to congratulate last year ' s Sixth on their work in Matriculation, and especially Gary Horner, who won the Trafalgar Scholarship and came second in the Province of Quebec. Last year twelve girls passed and several of them are now at McGill where we hope they will meet with equal success. Sports, of course, are still close to the heart of every Trafite, and with such excellent weather conditions as the past winter provided, many of us have been, if not distinguishing ourselves, at any rate enjoying ourselves, skiing; as well as participating in the school games. We are sorry to see the First Team Basketball Gup leave our gym. which has been its home for the last two years, but we may safely say that its absence is not due to any lack of enthusiasm on the part of our team, but to the fact that an even better team met us, and we heartily congratulate the winners, the Study Team, who play an unusually good game and show a fine spirit. We are glad that the Second Team cup still remains with us, and we hope that with the warm weather coming on, and with due practice, we will be able to regain the Tennis cup which Miss Edgar ' s won from us last year. Due either to the intense cold, or the small dimensions of the rink, very little skating has been done this year, and hockey has been entirely neglected. But perhaps conditions will be more favourable next year and that sport will come to its own again. We have had several welcome ' ' treats " during the year; the first of which was Miss Hazel ' s interesting lecture about the Northwest, which led to many girls starting correspondences with girls in Manitoba and Alberta. On the last day of the autumn term, we all went down to Ogilvy ' s store where we were enchanted by the carols sung by the Ghapel Savoy Ghoir Boys. In the second term we were greatly honoured to have Dr. McGracken, the President of Vassar, speak to us about [ 14] development of modern education. On Ash Wednesday, Archdeacon Gower-Rees spoke to us, and Dr. Donald has given us a share of his time on several occasions. On May the first we had an unexpected visit from Dr. Donald. He had a very special message for us this time. Our school ' s name had been changed from " Trafalgar Institute " to " Trafalgar School for Girls " ; which even the more conservative of us considered a sound alteration. The girls have tried hard, during this year of financial difficulties, to help others less fortunate than themselves. In addition to the usual Mission Box collections, girls sewed and knitted warm garments for poor children, several forms gave Christmas dinners to needy families, and during March and April we brought fruit and vegetables on Fridays for the I.O.D.E. baskets. We, of this year ' s Sixth, know that the blessing of the rest of the school is with us as we approach the dreaded " Matric. " exams., and we will try to do Trafalgar justice. With such a long line of successes in front of us, we ought to be inspired, but whether we pass or fail, we will always remember " Traf. " and probably we will all be back to see the old school sometime in the near future. The Late Miss Ethel Hurlbatt, M.A., LL.D. A loyal friend of the Trafalgar School, has passed quietly to rest, since the last School Magazine was published. For twentytwo years. Dr. Hurlbatt was Warden of the Royal Victoria College, and, from the very beginning of her tenure of office, she identified herself with the interests of the School, and in spite of her busy life, and many and varied duties, she found time to attend the entertain ' ments given by the girls from time to time. She was a familiar figure on the platform at all School Closings, where she always gave a cheerful and encouraging message to the girls, and more par- ticularly to those who were about to leave school and take up University work. She followed them with interest, not only during their College course, but when they went forth to the larger life outside the University, and while she spoke with pride and appreciation of her students who showed marked ability, she was equally interested in all under her care, and helped them in every possible way. In the tribute paid to her memory by the McGill Alumnae Society, reference was made to " those little, namel ess, unremembered acts of kindness and of love " for which Dr. Hurlbatt was so well known. We, too, gratefully recall many such acts, for she very often went out of her way to speak an encouraging word to a lonely or discouraged one, and she was just as kind and gracious to those who served her, as she was to her friends. She loved people, and flowers, and all the fine things of life. She wished for no applause nor commendation, and it was characteristic of her, that she left a request that there should be no special Memorial service held for her at McGill. Her last years were not free from pain, but she never complained, and she passed quietly, as she had lived, into the land where the weary are at rest. Her friends here will long remember her gracious, winning personality, and count it a privilege to have had such happy associations with her , for so many years. Martha L. Brown. [ 15 ] Retribution A T LAST his moment had come. The sweetness of revenge would be his. The pain and suffering of the last ten years would be wiped out, and he would be able to eat and sleep without being haunted by his obsession. Ten years ago, Jim Hall, his supposed friend, had ruined him financially, and had been the cause of his wife ' s death. The picture of the rogue ' s sneering and taunting smile was ever present in his mind. But to-night all debts would be paid. Life could be begun anew. His son, his pride and joy, would arrive from England in a day or two; and together they would set out for America, leaving old memories and tragedies behind them. Something rustled outside. He stood rigid for a moment, then slowly relaxed. It was only a sound of the night. He went to the window of the shack and peered out into the jungle. He could feel rather than see the wild life that teemed in its dark depths. Soft restless noises and the scent of damp earth and heavyperfumed flowers, were borne to him on the breeze. The darkness was intense. Nature seemed to be in co-operation with him. An undercurrent of excitement and expectancy surrounded him. What a perfect setting for his plan! Feverishly he paced the room, drawing his hand over his moist brow. It would not be long now — if only he could keep his nerves steady. He could visualize in his mind what was to happen. A step on the porch, the sudden pulling of the hidden vine, the releasing of the poisoned dagger, a low moan and then silence. " Silence, " he muttered to himself, " silence. " Yes, that taunting voice would then become silent and life would become bearable. Suddenly the sound of a footfall was heard. The man ' s eyes gleamed with fiendish anticipa- tion. Nearer and nearer came the unsuspecting man. The plan was working. The fly was being lured into the web. The man in the room seemed to cease breathing. The tick of the clock on the mantlepiece sounded like cannon shots. The man gripped the table to steady himself. Beads of perspiration stood on his forehead. The caller mounted the steps, one, two, three. Now he was at the top. Why did not something happen? What if the plan miscarried? The tension was unbearable. Suddenly there was a soft moan, followed by the sound of a body hitting the floor. For a second the watcher hesitated ' breathing heavily as if recovering from a long run. Then with a bound he burst open the door, and reached the silent figure. At last the debt was paid. He was free, free! Oh, life was wonderful! He bent over the body to see if the dart had completely fulfilled its mission. Then a hideous mocking, insane laugh, burst through the jungle. The wind caught it up and flung it tauntingly through the tree tops. A nearby bird, startled from slumber, uttered a weird, wailing, cry. Then the jungle settled back into a silence even more profound than before. The man on the porch now clasped the lifeless body of his son in his arms. Dorothy Brooks, Form Upper Vi. [ 16] Grey Shore Long wastes of sand upon a distant shore, A gull, a rock, the sea, and nothing more Dull crash the breakers farther up the shore Grey walls of water, spray, and nothing more. A reef of rocks, unbroken grey, Across the East the line of breaking day. Far out, the swell, of sullen grey What good will come from out this new-born day? A seagull resting on a restless wave Half lifts a feathered wing, in question grave. He sees no hope of answer in the wave. And flys away, denying it was grave. Jean Scrimger, Form IVa. A Boating Adventure " TEARLY everyone has, at some t. ' me or other in their lives, an adventure on water. Most people, after one of these adventures, return to land and duly proceed to inform everybody they meet, of the thrilling experience they have just had. Unfortunately, I am no exception to this rule, and as I have had one or two minor thrills, I shall endeavour to elaborate and exaggerate, as is customary in the relating of such tales. I, or rather my father, happens to be the fortunate possessor of a small launch called the Petrel. It is only thirtyeight feet long, but it is a jolly little craft and one in which the family as a whole, have a great deal of fun. Last year, sometime in June, we gaily decided that we should travel up the Ottawa River, for a couple of weeks ' holiday. The first day, the weather was lovely. The second day it was inclined to be dull with intermittent rainfall. This was unfortunate for us, for as we were proceeding up a very narrow channel, the whole scene was suddenly blotted out by a terrible cloudburst. The channel was marked out by buoys, but there was plenty of opportunity for wandering astray and ending up on a sandbank. After wandering around for sometime in a daze, we took one of these opportunities, and having selected a pleasant looking little bank, we rammed the nose of the boat well and truly into the middle of it. When the storm cleared we found we were about a half a mile off our course. The water was extremely shallow at one end of the boat and extremely deep at the other, as I discovered, much to my annoyance, when I lightheartedly jumped off the stern and immediately found myself sitting on the bottom of the river with about twelve feet of water above me. Of course, sensible people will want to know why I wanted to jump in anyway. Well, if you really must know, it wasn ' t because I wanted to hold communication with the fish, but because I thought the water was shallow all round and I wanted to investigate the damage, if any. But we will pass lightly over that phase of the adventure. It holds rather embarrassing memories for me. About an hour after this little incident we were still sitting gently but firmly on the sandhill. We had tried practically every method we knew to extricate, or rather, excavate, ourselves from our awkward position. We had reversed our engine, rocked the boat frantically from side to side, pushed from the shallow end and pulled from the dinghy off the deep end. Our sole remaining hope was to kedge. By kedge I mean that we tied a long rope to the anchor, rowed about twenty feet from the stern, dropped the anchor, then pulled on the rope from the launch. The next half hour passed quietly enough in pulling, on a very long and damp rope. At the end of this period we found that we had pulled in the anchor instead of the anchor pulling us off the sandbank. For a [17] while we were too stunned to move. It looked as if we were doomed to remain on the bank for the rest of our natural lives. But while there is life there is hope, .so we tried again, but this time, we included the reversing, rocking, pushing and shoving at the same time. And it was these combined forces which filially brought about our happy release. Twenty minutes later the Petrel could have been seen chugging nonchalantly up the river towards Ottawa. Our adventure was over. Patricia ue Merrall, Form Matriculation II. An Old-Fashioned Winter T ONG before the Winter Season of 1933 arrived, many of the old settlers m the rural districts ' of Canada, had predicted that it was going to be one of the coldest ever experienced. Their statement they confirmed, by the way Mother Nature had supplied the trees and shrubs with great quantities of nuts and berries. The squirrels also, must have sensed the severe weather about to come, for large numbers of them migrated to warmer countries. For many years past, our winters have been moderating, and people thought our climate had changed for good. This year has proved differently, for the first cold spell arrived in the middle of October, bringing with it a heavy snowfall, which caused tremendous damage to trees, as the leaves had not then dropped. This low temperature continued and navigation was stopped, earlier than usual. Finally, at the end of December, this district experienced one of the coldest spells on record, when the thermometer registered 43 degrees below 7,ero. Bli?2;ards swept the Dominion from coast to coast, covering the land with huge banks of snow and in many places making travel by road and rail impossible. The Winter of i933 ' 34, could not be better described than by a few lines written by Long- fellow, nearly eighty years ago: " O the long and dreary winter! O the cold and cruel winter ! Ever thicker, thicker, thicker Froze the ice on lake and river; Ever deeper, deeper, deeper Fell the snow o ' er all the landscape, Fell the covering snow, and drifted Through the forest; round the village. " Zero weather continued for several weeks, and many people found out for the first time, what a tricky fellow Jack Frost was, when he gave them a gentle nip, which in some cases proved very painful. Many of these victims resorted to old ' time precautions, such as mufflers and ear muffs, while others were clever cnougli to invent a muff for the most prominent part of their face. I 18 I The condition of the streets and sidewalks, this past winter, is another feature which will long be remembered by the people of this city, especially by those who were unfortunate enough to slip and fall, adding much to their own discomfort and to the amusement of passers-by. Last Winter was not only old-fashioned as regards the cold and amount of snow, but those who had to venture out, abandoned all thoughts of style. Fur coats, caps, muffs, gauntlets, .and the old-time red flannels were brought to light, many of these having previously supplied rich dinners for moths. Almost any garment, regardless of fashion, that would help to keep the owner warm, was to be seen on the streets when the cold weather became almost unbearable. Dorothy Brown, Form Up. Vi. The Fate of the Jolly Toper It was a stormy night at sea, The wind was howling ' round; The waves, they dashed against the shore. The thunder did resound. The Jolly Toper rocked and swayed, Out on the foaming sea. Upon the deck the captain stood. And faced the wind with glee. Inside the ship with trembling mien. The crew was cowed in fear. " Oh! Save us Lord, " they cried in fright, As they the rocks did near. Upon the deck, the captain saw, A lighthouse through the gloom Alas ! the ship cannot be saved. The rocks will meet us soon. I 19 ] " Help man the boats, " the captain, cried, " Too late we may not be. Men ' s sturdy courajije and their strength May save us from this sea. " The mighty wind kept howHng round; The ship did rock and reel, Men ' s hearts with renewed life did beat, They worked with arms of steel. And closer, closer drew the ship Unto its certain end. The captain with both calm and poise His last command did send. And then, oh joy! the light revealed, Some lifeboats in the foam. " Quick, throw a rope, " the captain cried, " For we may yet reach home. " The ropes are caught, the boats arrive. The men are safe inside; When all at once a noise goes up, The ship has met the tide. The sun arose both bright and clear. And on a shimmering wave. With tear ' dimmed eyes we saw the cap. Of our old captain brave. Ruth Mallory, Form IIIa. A Trip Round the World a Hundred Years Hence " VT TE WERE invited to a party in Tokio on Friday, so we decided to spend the week ' endona tour around the world. We had just bought a new ' plane, as it used to be called, equipped with all modern conveniences. It had a better television set and we could keep more easily in touch with home. The ' plane was absolutely storm ' proof and of course, ran itself with only a little help now and then with the steering. It had also a telescope, through which we could view the scenery easily and comfortably. We started on Friday morning from London and proceeded leisurely to Switzerland which we reached in half an hour. We spent a few hours there skiing. Skiing is not at all like it used to be. I have heard that people long ago, had to drag their skiis themselves up the hill, which must have been very tiresome. To ' day we slide up by electric current. We lunched at an air-drome in the Indian Ocean and met some friends who were going to a dinner in New York. We reached Tokio in time for the party. After it we went to bed and crossed the Pacific Ocean. A rather severe storm sprang up in the night but we did not know about it until we awoke. Finding ourselves at San Francisco we decided to have lunch there. It is a very noisy city, for it hao automatic speaking advertisements which shout about the merits of their products from morn till night. But the city has a very convenient means of transport by air railways. You get into a little carriage, press on a button the name of the street you wish to go to and the carriage very rapidly takes you there. We spent the afternoon crossing the United States very enjoyably, watching on our television set, a play which was being acted in London. New York is very fascinating with all its skyscrapers, theatres and stores. So, meeting some friends, we were only too glad to stay with them for the day. That night we crossed the Atlantic Ocean and arrived in London in time for breakfast, having completed the journey in just three days. Peggy Tyndale, Form IIIb. [ 20 ] Peace From far above the world we watch the night Come creeping o ' er the land — gentle and slow. We cannot hear the quiet river flow, Although we see it far away. The white Moon now begins to climb, and glimmer bright Upon the peaceful river down below. One tree doth wave its branches to and fro — Black — against the shaft of silver light. A gentle breeze goes whisp ' ring through the tree. As silently we sit upon the hill; For here with me is my own Mother dear. Over the world the moon looks lovingly; The night is very gentle, and so still ! I feel the peace of Heaven very near. Forrest Burt, Matric. I. Mrs. Euclid Makes a Proposition TN THE breakfast room of their house in the fashionable section of Athens, the famous square on the hypotenuse, Mrs. Euclid was waiting for her husband to bisect his grapefruit. " My dearest, " she said, " I have a proposition to state. " " I hardly feel like it this morning, " expostulated her spouse. " Take a circle 12 inches in diameter, " continued Mrs. Euclid, " and round it construct a square. Divide the square into four equal parts, so that it will exactly coincide with the head " " I know, " said Euclid wearily, " you want one of those blame ' University Tams. ' You ' re going round it in a pretty circle. " " Describe the circle, " said Mrs. Euclid haughtily. " Describe it! " said Euclid, " Well, with the Acropolis Club as centre of your circle and Dionysius Marcus as the radius, with that young jacknape Marcus Tullius and his wife Ag " " Let us call them A and B, " suggested Mrs. Euclid coldly. " A and B, " continued Mr. Euclid, " is quite all right, but when A minus B goes to a night club its ' it ' s. " " You big rectangular stiff, " screamed Mrs. Euclid, losing her temper. " I try in all things to follow the straight line, " remarked Mr. Euclid mildly. " You do, " agreed Mrs. Euclid, " if a straight line can be de fined as the shortest distance between any two given points. " " Buy the hat if you like, " blazed Mr. Euclid, " but if the bill is produced ever so many times, I ' ll never meet it. " — Epictetus. The Pirate Ship A gallant ship at anchor rode, A ship of golden hue; She danced and rode upon the waves. The waves of sparkling blue. Her crew for many years had been A band of pirates bold. And oft a priceless treasure had Been stored within her hold. While sailing on the Seven Seas, Her perils had been great; But these she always overcame. To sink was not her fate. [ 21 ] A phantom in the broiling seas — A phantom in a chase — She took from every captured ship Rich hauls of silk and lace. And none who ever sailed the seas Could guess she hid from sight A crew, with knives and pistols armed, The boldest to affright. But once they fell upon a ship Whose strength they underrated; The lawless band was broken up, Their ship was confiscated. Her anchor ne ' er shall rise again; Her days are waning fast; A relic of a bygone age — A glory that is past. Barbara Ward, Form 4A. The Spell of Autumn NE autumn day in the grimy, shadowy alleys of a pitifully poor district, excitement relieved the drab monotony of life. A crowd of young street urchins could be seen clustering around a ramshackle bus with " Carefree Farm " printed on the side in large gold lettering. At last the more civiHzed world had penetrated into the hideous maze of alleys; a candle flame in a dark world. A small church of the neighborhood sent out a few buses each month for the poorest and weakest children. These buses were bound for the country. Janet Mark climbed into the bus this day with rather a dazed expression in her deep, sorrowful eyes. Soon she would realize that she was bound for the wide, open spaces that she vaguely knew existed. She was a favourite among the children and as she drove off there were many smiles of farewell on the faces she knew to be so often listless or angry. There were many children in the bus with her. Some had been on the trip before, and looked forward to it eagerly. As the car reached the outskirts of the city, houses became less and less frequent and the fields of ripening grain and pumpkins lay along either side of the road with an occasional tree flaunting its autumn tints. As night drew on, the car entered a deep forest, the freshness of which Janet drank in with a wholesome appetite. At last the car reached the camp and Janet was put up for the night in a small, refreshingly clean cabin which smelled of spruce boughs and the woods. She woke in the morning and looked out of her window. The forest lay before her in flecks of gold, green, and living fire. Janet dressed hurriedly and ran out into the beckoning colours. She followed the road with the red and gold dancing before her eyes. Her feet were light and she felt free; a gypsy maiden, and these were the gypsy queens, these resplendent trees. She sat down to rest and gaze at the autumn finery, till a rabbit, hopping by in search of food, reminded her that the feast of her eyes alone could not assuage her hunger, and she ran back to camp, eager and glowing. She visited the forest many times during her stay at the camp and on leaving took with her a precious bunch of tinted leaves, the last of many, feeling that her shabby, city home would be brightened by them. Janet arrived in the city late at night, the familiar streets dark and strangely forbidding, the house narrow and confining. She carefully put the leaves in an old vase, and put them by her grandmother ' s bed. But, alas! In the morning the leaves had lost their splendour. They were a dull, lifeless, crumpled brown! Janet pondered over this for many days. On one of the few days when it was her luck to attend the neighborhood school, she saw in the art room, a painting I 22 I of an autumn scene, startlingly familiar and real! She plucked up enough courage to ask the teacher if she might stay after school and copy that scene. She was given permission, and at dusk that evening she stayed copying away with pencil and crayons with rapt absorption until she achieved a result which satisfied her. She hurried home and showed the scene to her grandmother, explaining that while the scene was not a good reproduction of the real woodlands, yet that was the scenery she had enjoyed for a few, short weeks. The grandmother set down her broom to look at the painting. She looked twice, thrice, giving Jean surprised, pleased glances. She said not a word but the next day a famous artist staying in a hotel far uptown, had a visit from a strange and seem ' ingly very poor old woman. She had in her hand a sketch, a woodland scene in autumn. The artist sat for a long while, looking at the scene. He asked how old the woman ' s grandchild was and when he was told her age a pleased smile lit up his face. He asked that Janet be brought to him. In the days following Janet had art lessons which prepared her for her great future career. Soon she travelled all over Europe with her teacher. Janet Mark became a famous artist, pinning her good luck on the beautiful autumn scenery which she had wished to keep with her always. Betty McCrory, Form IVa. The Three Little Pigs The three little pigs left home one day, To seek their fortunes far away. The first one was lazy, the second was shy, The third one was busy and clever and spry. Their mother had said to them, " Children dear. The time has now come when you cannot live here. " So the three little pigs kissed their mother good ' bye. And went on their journey with hardly a sigh. The first little pig built his house of fine straw. The second took nails and a hammer and saw, Then he fashioned his house of neat little sticks. While the third little pig made his house of strong bricks. Now, near to the pigs lived a wolf bad and bold. He hungered for little pigs, so I am told; To the little straw house he wandered one day And said, " Let me in without any delay. " " No, no, " said the pig, " by my chinny, chin, chin. " Said the wolf, " Then Til puff and Til blow your house in. " So he gave a big puff and the straw house fell down And the little pig fled for his life to the town. Two puffs blew the second pig ' s house to the ground And he looked for the pig, who was not to be found. He huffed and he puffed as hard as he could But the third little pig ' s house of bricks firmly stood. " This little fat pig, " said the wolf, " I must get. " " Down the chimney I ' ll go, " said the pig, " You ' ll get wet. " So he put a big kettle of water to heat And the wolf tumbled in and burned his poor feet. Then he picked himself up and scampered away And for all that I know he ' s still running today. Betty Brodie, Form IIIa [ 23 ] Simpson Street With legs commencing to ache, With a burning pain in her feet, A Traf. girl with a sigh does make. Her way up Simpson Street. Ruts ! — Ruts ! — Ruts !— And huge piles of snow all around; Here ! — There ! — Everywhere ! — Covering all the ground. Her feet are heavy as lead, Her head is heavier still; Her homework ' s undone — a mere detail ! Climbing this dreadful hill. Oh, why is it not the Spring, Or once more the Summer? she asks — When walking through filthy, sloppy slush, Is not among my tasks. Tramp ! — Tramp ! — Tramp ! She falls on a slippery spot. Arising with a groan she starts Complaining of her lot. At length the climb is over; The top is reached at last. The Traf. girl heaves a joyful sigh; Her daily trial is past. Bernice Bigley, Form Matric. I. ' The Young Visiters " ' I ' HE other day I was looking through some old books, and I came across one entitled " The Young Visiters. " May I say that probably the first item that attracted my attention was the misspelling of " visitors, " which, you will agree, is quite unusual on the cover of any book. I turned the pages over idly, noticing awkwardlyspelt words here and there, and the preface by Sir James Barrie. I read the preface. To understand the book, I found, one must read it. " The Young Visiters " is written by Daisy Ashford. She was only nine years old when she wrote the book, so it is easily understood why her spelling is so atrocious. She wrote the book all by herself, and, I believe, without anyone else ' s knowledge at the time. It can only be described as a " Perfect Scream. " The heroine is called Ethel Monticue, and is described thus : " Ethel Monticue had fair hair done on the top and blue eyes. She had a blue velvit frock which had grown rarther short in the sleeves. She had a black straw hat and kid gloves. " . . . Which gives a fair idea of the spelling. Ethel was very " parshal " to red " ruge " which the young authoress mentions quite often. As she was leaving on a " jorney " Ethel said, " I will put some red ruge on my face because I am very pale owin g to the drains in this house. " Bernard Clark was the young hero, " with nice long legs and fairish hair, " who eventually married Ethel after a long stay at the " Gaierty Hotel. " Alfred Salteena was Ethel ' s dear friend who, although he wanted to marry her, never reached that point. [ 24 ] One of the funniest scenes in the whole hook is Bernard Clark ' s proposal to Ethel. . . . " Say you love me, " he cried. " Oh, Bernard, " she sighed fervently, " I certainly love you madly, you are to me like a heathen god, " she cried, looking at his manly form and handsome face " I will indeed marry you. " . . . " Oh, Bernard, " muttered Ethel, " This is so sudden. " " No, no! " cried Bernard, and taking the bull by both horns he kissed her violently on her dainty face. Ethel, Bernard and Mr. Salteena are the triangle that form this droll story, which, though it was written in all seriousness can only be taken as a lark. May I add in closing that the book contains no punctuation whatsoever, and that it is purely original. ' RUNDLING along a dusty road in France was an old farm wagon drawn by a large boned. dust-coated, brown horse. From the opposite direction came a buggy. The road was so narrow that the buggy had to get partly off the road to allow the larger cart to pass. For two miles the road stretched on, a road of holes and stones and the choking dust. At last it reached a quaint little village and here there was not so much dust, for the street was cobbled and the hoof beats clattered noisily as the horse trotted past the houses on either side. How peaceful it was to walk along that road into the country! No noisy cars rushin g along with a hoot, no motor- cycles tearing past at a breakneck speed, but only an odd cart or two, the driver gating with unseeing eyes at the familiar scenes on either side. How different this quiet solitude was from those noisy, horrible, gruesome days when half the world seemed to be struggling for mastery! In those days the roads were horrible to look at, shell-pitted, rock-strewn, with debris scattered here and there, and here a corpse lay grotesquely, telling of a hard fought fight or a hasty retreat. If a road could speak what would be its story? Women, young and old, children and old men, staggering along with loads of their most cherished possessions, either on wheel-barrows or in their hands; troops of soldiers marching gayly along singing or humming a merry tune, or the terrible scene of the retreat, guns rumbling along over the bumps, the wounded being helped by their comrades, with the rear-guard of horses coming behind and last of all the few stragglers struggling bravely along. Far behind along the shell- gutted, winding road, rolls wave upon wave of the enemy in a cloud of choking dust. Suddenly there is a flash and part of the road disappears in a blinding flash of flame, and rocks and earth are hurled sky-high as a shell lands with a shriek and the road trembles as though hurt. What a change nature can make in a few years! There is still the dust and bumps but no pitiful scenes to witness, for grass has grown where once a shell had ripped open the ground beside the road or where a heap of earth tells its own tale of some gallant heart being hastily buried by his weary, foot-sore comrades. Earth has been placed in the pits in the road and the bits of guns and metal have been removed. Still the road goes on its seemingly peaceful way unconcerned by the trials and cruelty of man. " pIFTEEN minutes to one reported my small time-piece, as I slipped my hand carefully through the crack of my desk and began to prepare my homework books, a process at which, through constant practice I had become amazingly skillful. At length the cheery note of the one o ' clock bell resounded throughout the corridors and reached my welcoming ears. In an instant I had caught up my books and was retreating hurriedly to the cloak-room when I was arrested by the kindly hand of our form mistress who helpfully reminded me that the office of neatness monitor Phoebe Anne Freeman, Form IIIa. Roads Jane Seely, Form IIIb. Have You Ever Waited For a No. 14? [ 25 ] had lately been conferred upon me. For some twelve minutes I remained grudgingly until the last girl had departed and I straightened up the room. Then with a burst of enthusiasm and newly regained freedom 1 entered noisily the cloak ' room, only to be reminded once again that the ten past bell had gone some time ago. Soon afterwards warmly clad I strode bravely out of the front dcor and was greeted by a most piercing blast and the most dismal howling of the wind as it battled with the branches of the trees. With undaunted courage I pushed steadily forward and presently overtook a large group of my class-mates who were chatting noisily, little dreaming of the horrible fate that awaited the majority of them. As we carefully ploughed through those disagreeable snow drifts the approaching rumble of a tram car spurred us on to a run. Just as we reached the car spot a Number 65 sailed independently by. The prospect brightened somewhat when we spied another street car peeking around the corner of the Bank of Montreal building. The next blow we received, when at last the approaching car made the Number 65 possible to distinguish, positively staggered us. Our resistance thus lowered, the cold found us easy victims and took advantage of our weakness. The space of time which passed between the second 65 and the sixth 65 even to me, one of the few survivors, still remains hazy but nevertheless horrible to contemplate. As I watched my brave little comrades stiffen and fall silently upon the cruel white snow my very heart itself seemed to freeze. At last as a belated number 14 drew up to a halt beside us, I wearily dragged myself into the car and with the kind assistance of an apologetic motorman I raised those stiffened bodies into the car. Even at such an early age I concluded with a sob of despair that " Life is hard. " This little tale I wish to dedicate to those brave young girls who so courageously perished while waiting for a Number 14. Phyllis Henry, Form Upper Vi. Jacques Habitant On Skiers De wind she blow at St. Jerome, At Shawbridge she blow more. An ' when you come to St. Agathe, Le vent he sure do roar. Some many skier come from town All dress ' up fine an ' bright. But when dey see t ' ermometer Dey sure get wan beeg fright. De zero she ees ' way below, De snow she six foot deep; But many skier come to go Down de Laurentian steep. Dey freeze de foot, dey freeze de face — But still dey come to ski. An ' den dey say le Canada She ees wan cold countree. Dey fly downhill comme les diables, Dey scare my horse an ' me. I am some glad when dey go home Back to de beeg citee. Nancy Murray, Form Matric. L 26 Sailin " pOUR children stood on the beach, one beautiful summer day. The St. Lawrence was in a pleasant mood, the waves were a deep blue just tipped with white and there were no clouds in the blue sky. The eldest was a boy of about fourteen, then two girls of twelve or thirteen and the smallest a boy of eleven. They all stepped into a boat, and immediately they were no longer children but seamen. The eldest captain, the next the mate, the next boatswain and the youngest cabin boy. The cabin boy was rowing, and as he began to pull towards a pretty eighteen foot sloop, moored farther out, I listened to their talk. Nothing of interest but full of the spirit of holidays. C. B. (resting on his oars) — " This dinghy ' s about seven years old isn ' t she? Feels like three. " Bo ' sn — " She ' s still got another seven and more to live. " Capt. — " A long time. Are we going to spend it all here? " C. B. (sarcastically) — " I suppose you didn ' t notice that the wind ' s off-shore and we ' re nearly on the spindrift. " Capt. — " Bow-man, you landlubber! Don ' t let her bump, and Mate when you ' ve finished letting us go out to sea, you might make fast. " Mate — " Ay, ay, sir, only don ' t stand on the painter please. " Capt. — ]S la e fast. Cabin boy, sail cover. Bos ' n, stow the coats the Mate gives you. Mate, look to the coats. " Mate — " Here they are. " Bo ' sn — " Oh!! sorry, Boy, I think I dropped yours in. " C. B. — " Well, jump in and fetch it. " Mate — " Hang this jib, it needs two new clips. " Capt. — " All ready? Bo ' sn, stand by to cast off. " Bo ' sn (after a minute) — " All right! " Capt. — " Cast off. " Bo ' sn, — " She ' s clear! " Capt. — " Hoist jib, belay. Hoist throat and peak, steady on the throat, belay. Boom the jib out to port — let her go and come aft the rest of you. " Mate — " Bags be bow-man ! " Bo ' sn — " Only for half; I ' ll help you coil down. " Capt. — " Gybe-Oh! — let ' s go out to Windy Corner. " Mate — " Ow! (as wave comes aboard). What did you do that for. " Capt, — " Did it hit you square on the neck? Teach you to sit up there. " Mate — " Down the back, I think. Give me my slicker, please, somebody. Never trust a helmsman. " And then they passed out of hearing and I watched the boat tacking gayly up and down. Jean Scrimger, Form IVa. My First Love I have a horse, a kind old horse. As black as he can be; He lives alone far, far, from here. And presently you ' ll see, The reason why I like this horse And all his funny ways. And if you come to Fraser Lake I ' ll show you where he stays. His home consists of great log walls Surrounded by big trees — His friends are rabbits, birds and deer And sometimes even bees; [ 27 ] His name is Tom and all day long He stands within his stall, His ears alert, his head erect, Awaiting my love call. I often take him sugar, Sometimes a carrot too, And if perchance I get there late He ' s in an awful stew. He stamps around and paws the floor In fact he seems to say " If I can get no tit bits here I don ' t think I will stay. " He used to do a little work But now he is so old That all he does is eat good oats. And sometimes he ' s so bold He even tries to flirt with me And push me with his nose, As if to say, " I hope my dear You have no other beaux. " Margaret Lundon, Form IIIb. Voices MANY people do not realize the importance of cultivating an agreeable speaking voice. Even those who have a naturally pleasant voice do not make the most of it but allow themselves to fall into careless habits of speaking such as raising the voice to a disagreeable pitch or on the other hand speaking in an indistinct tone that cannot be clearly heard and understood. Who has not listened with a feeling of some dismay to a child whining for something which has been denied her? This, if allowed to continue, may develop a habit and nothing is more unpleasant than a whining tone of voice. Then there is the peremptory tone of voice which is used by many people who are accustomed to giving orders. It is quite possible to give an order in an authoritative and yet pleasant manner without raising the voice unduly. A loud voice may be necessary at times, but in everyday life it is seldom welcome. There are many reasons for a person developing the habit of speaking in a loud manner. It may be nervous ' ness or an inferiority complex. Some people feel that they must raise their voices in order to make themselves heard when they are in a crowd. This is a mistaken idea because the one who speaks in a low voice and not too often is usually the most respected. Voices are very frequently raised in anger. This shows a loss of self-control which is very deplorable. One of the earliest lessons that a child should be taught is to control his temper and not to raise his voice in anger. He should know that " A soft answer turneth away wrath. " Is it not a fact that among our greatest statesmen it is so often found that a pleasing voice has contributed to their important position in life? Now that the radio is so widely used we find that the voice is of great importance in making us listen to what the speaker has to say. Sometimes a perfectly good speech is lost to us because we turn off the radio rather than listen to the speaker ' s disagreeable voice. A distinct manner of speaking is of great value to one who has to do much speaking, whether directly or over the telephone or radio. It is a great trial to have to take a message from one who mumbles and speaks indistinctly. A beautiful singing voice is a gift given to the favoured few, but the great majority of us can at least improve our everyday speaking voice so that it will be agreeable to the ears of the rest of the world. Betty Brodie, Form IIIa. I 28 ] A Day in Mexico ' " THE day dawned bright and clear. I awoke, with the cries of the flower-peddler, as he called out his tempting wares, which were, as you can imagine, many brilliantly coloured flowers. Many people stopped to buy an orchid or two, or a beautiful jasmine, for, I think, and perhaps rightly, that flowers add a lot, and mean a lot to a person in a summery country like this. I could not stay in bed long, for the cries of the fast-waking city, and the sound of the Indians, as they called out their good mornings, lured me out of bed. I was at the window a long time, gazing at their quaint costumes, and listening to their speech, which was very beautiful, as it was both musical and liquid. A greater part of the day was spent in sight-seeing in the beautiful City of Mexico. From several points of the city — the best being the golf course — we saw the two beautiful volcanoes. The higher, and more famous one was called Popocatepetal. I was surprised to see that this mountain looked like a man, while the other looked like a sleeping woman. Our guide told us there is a beautiful legend connected with them. Long, long ago, when Mexico had not been invaded by the white man, Mexico City was ruled by an Aztec King, of untold wealth. He was a good king, and loved by his subjects. He married a beautiful Indian girl, and brought her to his palace to live, the people were overjoyed. When an enemy tribe heard this they were very jealous, and decided to steal the princess away. Next day, when the king found her gone, he tried to send his men after her, but no one would go, for they all knew how dangerous the tribe were. At last the king decided to follow the route that the enemies had taken. On the way he found her, fainted away. He carried her back to the palace, and restored her to health, but while she was recovering he did not leave her once. When they both died, the volcanoes took these forms — a sleeping woman, and a man guarding over her — as a lesson to the people, that fidelity is one of the greatest virtues man can have. In the afternoon we went to the markets, to see some more wonders. The things they sold there, such as vanilla beans, pieces of sugar cane and live turkeys, were all new to me. I learned that if you want to buy a turkey, you point out the one you want. The seller then takes the turkey and kills it. This method seems to be rather terrible, but the people say it is the only way of getting them fresh. You can also have the live turkey of your choice. Then you must tie a string to its leg, and lead it to your home. There you tie it up, until its fatal hour. On the evening we went to the park and stayed in the lovely wooded portion, until it was too dark. Then we walked home through a long palm-walk, tired but happy, after one day of Mexican life. Ruth Mallory, Form IIIa. [ 29 ] How the Donkey Got Its Long Ears The Lion gave each animal its name, And every one of them before him came. " You shall be tiger, and you will be cat, And you shall be donkey, and you shall be rat. " Again before him he had them come, And if they forgot their names they were dumb When the Donkey went past he quite forgot, He just stood there and thought, and thought. Then up jumped the Lion, and loudly he cried, ' ' Oh! you stupid beast! " and the Donkey sighed. Then the Lion pulled his ears so hard. They stretched until they were a yard. Joy Thomson, Form Upper L Evening When the shadows of night come stealing. Through the dusk a bell comes pealing. Sleepy flowers close their eyes. Waiting for the sun to rise. Birds are flying home to rest. To the shelter of their nests; Sleepy children tired from play, Go to rest at close of day. All the world seems full of peace. When the noise of day does cease; Dreams of happy days to come. Greet the rising of the sun. Betty Ward, Form IL The Goldfish We have some Goldfish in our class. And they are in a nice big glass. They have such a lot of green That they can never quite be seen. We had to put a cover on Because, when out of school we ' d gone, Thomas, the cat, might come and see The Goldfish having a lively spree. And he might try to catch them, so! And then, where would our Goldfish go? Grace Gibbs, Form Upper L I I A Trip to the West Indies TT 7 " E SAILED on December 27th at night, on the Lady Haw ins. The weather was bad, and all storm signals were out, but as the captain had his orders to go we left at ten thirty. Before morning the ship was rolling terribly and we were all unable to get up. In fact, we were feeling rather sick and did not want to get up. The waves were so high that they broke right over the top of the ship and the captain told us that we were much safer in bed than anywhere else. We found out that even there we were not so safe, because the rivets that held our beds on the floor were torn away and the bed careered over to the door. We were very late arriving at Bermuda, but after spending a while on this beautiful island, we forget all about our terrible trip. The Crystal Caves were very interesting. There were fields and fields of lilies with a mar ' vellous scent. The winding roads on which were bicycles and carriages instead of motor cars, also attracted our attention. Nevis was the next island we came to. It was very quaint, and we went into the old church where Lord Nelson was married years and years ago. We had sea bathing at Antigua, the next stop, but could not go out far for fear of sharks. There was a lovely beach on which we gathered gorgeous shells. Trinidad was the next stop. It is a very large island, and there are many English people there. We drove to Pitch Lake where the asphalt comes from. No matter how much they take out it fills up again. The cocoanut groves here are very wonderful. We had to return to our steamer in a little motor boat for it was too shallow for the steamer to come in to shore. The weather was lovely now and on deck we played shuffleboard and many other games. There were many other islands that we stopped off at. Our most southerly port of call was Demerara. There we stayed for a few days. We had to have netting around us when we slept to keep us from getting malaria and elephantiasis. The latter is a disease caused by a small insect hardly visible. The leg, which it usually bites, swells up until it gets so big that one having the disease is able to get around only with great difficulty. The trip home was lovely. On the way I stopped off at Trinidad and bought a monkey, but to my disappointment it died when we reached cold weather at Saint John, N.B. I enjoyed the trip very much. It was all so very interesting and some day I hope to go again. Gloria Vaughan, Form II. Polly I have the sweetest lovely dolly. And her name is Little Polly. She wears a little dress you know And hats for her I often sew. She has a little pair of socks And she of course has many frocks For shoes she has a lovely pair And spectacles through which to stare. Grace Wurtele, Upper I. I 31 ] Our Pussy Cat We have a Persian pussy cat, Which rolls around, he is so fat. When I come home from school each day Our pussy ' s waiting there to play. His name is little tiny Fluff, And sometimes he is very rough. He has a warm, wee, fuzzy bed, In which he rests his little head. Grace Wurtele, Form Upper I. Some Day When I am old and getting grey. In Canada no more 111 stay. In England I would like to be, Living in a cottage by the sea. In the summer I ' ll sit on the sand And watch the ships come into land. My garden full of flowers will be. And a little table on which to have tea. In the winter by the fire I ' ll sit. With busy fingers I ' ll knit and knit. And think of Canada far away. Where blizzards and snowstorms rage all day. Helen Greenfield, Form II. Why Leaves Turn Red NE day a messenger came to the forest, with a message from the Frost King. It said that he was coming to visit the trees, in a little while. At once this made great excitement amongst the trees. They planned a meeting to discuss what they were going to wear. " I think I shall wear a brown coat, " said the oak. " That will look very nice, " said the poplar, " but I think I shall keep my summer dress of green. " " Oh, dear! " sighed the elm, " If the Frost King does not hurry up, I will not have anything to wear, all my leaves are dropping off. " During this time the maple had been silent but now she said " I don ' t know what I ' ll wear! " " Oh you, " laughed the oak, " You have nothing to wear but your old green summer dress. " The days sped on till the day before the king was expected to arrive. That night, when the maple went to sleep, she was very unhappy. A little fairy had overheard her conversation with the oak, and brought some more fairies to where the maple slept. Together they painted her leaves a beautiful bright scarlet. When she awoke, she was the envy of all the other trees. When the Frost King arrived he thought her the most beautiful tree he had ever seen. From that day to this, just before King Frost arrives, the maple dresses in her beautiful gown that the fairies gave her. Georgina Grier, Form II. [ 32 ] A-Sailin A grasshopper went sailing On a large green leaf one night, And he sailed down the river In the bright moonlight. And as he was a-sailing He met a little frog, Floating down the river On a pussywillow log. So he called out to the other, " Won ' t you come and sail with me? And we ' ll float along together Until we reach the sea. ' ' So the frog his craft drew nearer, And he took a little leap, Landing on the hopper. And falling in a heap. But the little frog was heavy. And the leaflet was not strong. So it sank into the water. And they did not float for long. But the hopper was a swimmer. And the little frog was, too; So they swam across the river Till they reached a bank of blue. So let this be a lesson. If your b oat is very frail. Don ' t ask another to travel With you, when on a sail. Margaret Ross, Form Upper II. The Haunted Tree There is an awful haunted tree Which always gives a scare to me. And when I pass it by at night, It always gives me such a fright. It has some ghostly arms and long. And sings a weird and lonely song, It does not seem to like me there, That ' s why it gives me such a scare. Ruth de Laplante, Form II. My Ambition I wish I were a gypsy, I ' d like to hear the gypfies And never had a care. At night around the fire — I ' d roam the hills and woods Play their soft sweet music. Until the trees were bare. Of it, I ' d never tire. [ 33 ] And when the autumn comes, A gypsy free and wild, Our caravan we ' d pack, Is what Td like to be. And to a wanner land we ' d go, The wild life of a gypsy. In summer we ' d come back. Is the perfect life for me. Amy B. Davis, Upper II. The Vision The Indian was angry, as he ran to the top of the hill. The horrid old white man chased him, for he was angrier still: When they had reached the summit, they stood and faced each other; Then, as they were about to strike; along did come their father. He came in a blessed vision of wonderfully beautiful glory, It changed them both in soul and made them terribly sorry : Then up did speak the vision, in a soft and kindly voice, " Oh, calm thy wicked angers. Take goodness for thy choice. " Then, as the vision vanished, both red and white man knelt. L. Berens, Upper I. The Monkey " You mischievous little monkey, Why are you climbing so? Mischievous little monkey. Where are you bound to go! " " I ' m going home to my wife. And all my children three, " Said the mischievous little monkey. As he scampered away from me. Grace Gibbs, Upper Form I. A Walk One day as I was walking, I saw the birds and flowers, The birds were all a-singing, And the sun shone on the towers. And as I was returning, The shadows softly fell, The mission bells were ringing, All was peaceful in the dell. Barbara Wickes, Upper I. Frisky TT WAS a bright, crisp, wintry, Sunday afternoon. Up drew an automobile in front of the kennels. Two bright ' faced children jumped out of it, followed by their parents. They entered a long low building where the " dog-man " met them. " Good afternoon, " said he, " What kind of dog would you like? A fox ' terrier? " He opened one of the cages, and brought out a weeny little wire-haired terrier. " Look at this cute little fellow, " he said, putting the puppy on the floor. How small and pink and cold he looked! He shook with fright as he saw a great rat run across [ 34 1 the floor close by! The children ' s Daddy and the " dog ' inan " then talked awhile together about different matters concerning " Frisky, " and ' Trisky " was bought. The children held him up to his mother. She licked him good ' bye through the wire cage. How sorrowful she looked! Soon he was cuddling into the little girl in the back seat of the automobile! Now and then he looked up and licked her hand to show how happy and warm he was! He really was a cute little thing! One of his ears was a blackish ' brown, and so was his opposite eye, and all the rest of hini was white. Frisky learnt a number of tricks from the children. He learnt to sit up and beg, but he would never keep his front paws from wagging up and down while he did it! He also learnt to jump over a stick, and he could jump quite high. He was always trying to catch his tail, and would go round and round till he was almost dizzy! Even dogs fall in love, and Frisky did with the neighbour ' s car. Patsy (or else it was the other way). They were always exchanging visits. Some days Patsy would pretend she was cross with Frisky, and would spit at him, and ruffle her fur! Once Frisky thought she was up a tree, and he jumped at the tree for over a hundred times, but all the time Patsy was under the bushes close by watching him with a big grin on her face! He was allowed to lie on the children ' s beds until about ten o ' clock at night, and when " Daddy " went to get him there he was lying on the bed, pretending hard to be asleep, but one eye half open to watch what was going to happen ! Poor Frisky! When nobody will pay any attention to him and he feels neglected, he gets frantic, and tears up anything near him, and when he has relieved his feelings he starts life again in the best of tempers. TT Was a cold April morning in Villefranche-sur-Mer, a little village on the Mediterranean. The wind was rattling the balcony door of the old palace at the edge of the harbour. In the bedroom two little girls were impatiently waiting for the clock to strike seven. This was to be their first morning of school, but their mother had forbidden them to get up before that hou r. They jumped instantly out of bed at the first stroke of the clock. " Let ' s have a race and see who can get dressed first, " exclaimed Christine. Christine was six years old and had long curls. Seven-year-old Hester, being a faster dresser, agreed. When Hester was all dressed, mother called in: " The mistral is blowing. Put on your wool suits, girls. " Both children had a wool suit, consisting of knickers and blouse. As Hester had to take off the dress she had put on, Christine won the race. Anne Dodd, Form Upper II. Hair-Pulling on the Riviera [ 35 ] An hour afterwards the f irls were cHmbin up the hill to the village schfxji. They were pleasantly icceived by tfie teacher, whf) seated them f;n a Ifjng bench and gave them a page of a ' s to copy. All at once the boy behind them reached forward and gave Cfiristine ' s liair a sharp pull. He did this several times, but as Christine did not know any French she could not tell him to stop. At recess time the school children went into the garden to play. All during recess Christine stood with her back against a tree, for other boys were beginning to pull her hair. Hester stood beside her, helping her to push them off. On Tuesday and Wednesday things took the same course. The next day was Thursday, which is a vacation in France. " How nice that you have a holiday! " said mother. " The mistral has stopped blowing and we can take a trip. " " It ' s not really a holiday, " said Hester, " for we ' re not going back to that school any more. " " But why don ' t you like it? " asked their mother, much surprised. The hair ' pullings were then described. Mother told the story to Rosa, the black ' haired cook, who was very indignant and said she would tell the young ruffians of Villefranche how to behave. When the children and their mother got home from Monte Carlo that night, Rosa was waiting for them. She had found out the reason for the persecutions. " It is the suits, " she said in French. " No one has ever seen girls dressed like that. They thought that our girls were boys and were annoyed at a boy with long curls. But they know better now. " The next day Hester and Christine went to school, feeling a Httle uneasy. But not one of the boys bothered them. At recess the boy who had begun the hair ' pulling came up and said what the girls knew enough French to understand: " Je vous demande pardon. " Christine Williams, aged 12, Upper II. Music Music tells of many things. It tells of soldiers tramping Of people at a dance; Onward to the fray, And hoofs of horses stamping, Dancing while the music sings A soft and light romance. When morning still is grey. It tells of joys and sorrows, Of animals so sly; It can be said quite truly. Whatever may befall. All moods are told of fully Of many happy morrows. Of happy days gone by. For music knows them all. AiLSA Campbell, Form Upper II. [ 36 ] Ouelques Histoires Francaises Les Sabotiers VOUS savez ce que c ' est qu ' u ' n sabot. C ' est ce gros Soulier de bois que portent les paysans en France. Et le sabotier, c ' est celui qui fait les sabots. Les sabotiers travaillent en famille, dans les forets, ou se trouve Tarbre qui convient a la fabrication des sabots parce qu ' il est fort et leger, et qui s ' appelle le hetre. On fait le sabot avec un seul morceau de bois que Ton taille, que Ton creuse, que Ton fagonne; il n ' y a pas de clous dans cette chaussure c ' est pourquoi elle est si solide. On decoupe, dans Tarbre, un bloc, et, le premier travail est de lui donner la forme exterieure du sabot, puis on le creuse, ensuite on le polit, on fait ressortir le talon et on releve son bout pointu — ce qui est la grande elegance du sabot. Les sabotiers font aussi des galoches dont la semelle seule est de bois et le dessous de cuir et des socques, sortes d ' epaisses sandales que les femmes mettent sur leurs chaussures quand il pleut pour eviter la boue. Lorraine Driver, Matriculation IL Le Premier Fruit de la Revolution T A REVOLUTION FranQaise eclata en Tan 1789, et les desordres qui marquerent son com- mencement se repandirent meme dans les theatres. Un soir au Theatre Frangais un combat a coups de poings eut lieu au parterre entre le parti avance, et le parti aristocrate. Comme on pensait que les loges etaient pour la plupart occupees par des aristocrates, on y jeta des pommes. La Duchesse de Biron qui en regut une sur la tete, I ' envoya le lendemain a Monsieur de la Fayette avec ces mots: ' Termettez ' moi, monsieur, de vous offrir le premier fruit de la Revolution qui me soit parvenu. " Jacqueline DuBois, Matriculation II. Concierge N sait ce qu ' un concierge ou une concierge veut dire. Un concierge est un homme dont la fonction est de garder un hotel ou une grande maison. L ' origine de ce mot, cependant, est rarement connue, et Thistoire que je vais vous raconter se rapporte a une epoque tres reculee. Philippe Auguste, roi de France au Xlle siecle, avait un gouverneur qui prenait soin du pal ais. Philippe lui dit un jour qu ' il devait tenir un cierge allume quand il entrait ou sortait du palais. Tout le monde remarqua le gouverneur du roi, qui tenait toujours un cierge allume a la main, pendant les allees et venues du monarque. Plus tard, le roi le fit comte et le peuple le baptisa, le comte cierge et plus tard le concierge. Et c ' est depuis ce temps ' la, que ce mot concierge existe, et il survit jusqu ' a nos jours. Dorothy Brown, Form Up. Vi. t 37 ] Le Fromage de Gruyere T E FROMAGE de Gruyere est fort goute dans le monde entier. Certainement vous le cori ' naissez toutes, et vous avez apprecie son gout exquis; aussi j ' ai pense que cela vous interesserait peut ' Ctre de savoir ou et comment on le fait. Ainsi que son nom vous I ' apprend, on le fait surtout en Gruyere, un coin d e pays tres pit ' toresque situe dans les Basses Alpes Suisses. Ces montagnes qui atteignent une altitude de 6 a 7,000 pieds ont d ' excellents paturages montant jusqu ' a leurs sommets qui portent le nom d ' alpages. Ces alpages appartiennent quelquefois a des particuliers, mais sont souvent la propriete des com ' munes du pays, donnant ainsi le droit a chaque proprietaire dans une commune d ' y faire paitre son troupeau pendant les mois d ' ete. Une demi douzaine, de patres quelquefois davantage, prennent generalement soin du troupeau qui compte souvent cent vaches ou plus, qui ont ete confiees a ces hommes par les villageois. Troupeau et patres quittent la vallee a la fin de mai et montent jusqu ' a ce qu ' ils arrivent a un endroit ou sont groupes quelques chalets. Ici les patres menent une vie tres simple et rustique, passant les nuits sur un tas de foin dans un chalet, et vivant plus ou moins de pain et de lait, une nourriture saine mais qui certainement n ' est pas faite pour donner de Tembonpoint. Les prairies aux alentours des chalets sont couvertes d ' une herbe verte et fraiche et sont emaillees de jolies fleurs de toutes les couleurs qui ont un parfum delicieux. Le troupeau de vaches dont on en tend les cloches jusque Id ' bas dans la vallee broute Therbe ici, nuit et jour. Soir et matin les patres viennent les traire sur place. Apres quelques semaines, la bonne herbe de Tendroit a disparu et de nouveau le troupeau se remet en marche, montant encore jusqu ' a un autre groupe de chalets qui les attend. Ici, grace a Taltitude, la neige vient seulement de disparaitre et Fherbe nouvelle est tres engageante mais elle ne dure pas eternellement, et mesdames les vaches qui ont deja eu le plaisir d ' etre en sejour ici a la montagne les etes precedents, savent tres bien que plus haut encore leur appetit de Gargantua sera enti;rement satisfait. EUes realisent aussi que le moment du depart approche quand on se prepare a s ' en aller a la troisieme etape. La, le troupeau devra rester jusqu ' a ce que le froid ou le manque d ' herbe les oblige a redescendre dans la vallee ou elles passeront Thiver, et vivront des beaux souvenirs de Fete, pendant que leur maitre depensera Targent qu ' elles ont gagne. Mais ne pensez pas que le fromage est seulement le produit du travail des vaches. Oh non ! L ' homme en a bien sa part comme vous le verrez. C ' est done des chalets mentionnes plus haut et qui sont construits a differentes altitudes que nous vient le fameux fromage de Gruyere. Le lait de chaque traite est verse dans un grand chaudron suspendu sur un foyer ouvert. On chauffe ce lait jusqu ' a une certaine temperature environ 120° ou 130°. Alors on y ajoute la levure qui sert a faire tourner le lait qu ' on laisse reposer jusqu ' a ce que le tout soit completement caille. On separe ensuite petit ' lait du fromage, on jette ce dernier dans une forme ronde plus ou moins grande, selon la quantite de fromage, et on le met sous presse pour extraire ce qui reste de petit ' lait. Quelques heures apres sort de cette forme une belle " piece de fromage " de 6 a 10 pouces d ' epaisseur, 30 a 36 pouces de diametre et pesant de 100 a 150 livres. On transporte alors cette nouvelle piece dans un chalet specialement construit pour en recevoir 150 a 200. Vers le fin de Tete, vaches, patres et fromages prennent le chemin des vallees basses ou les vaches tout Thiver dans leurs etables etroites reveront aux beaux jours de Fete, les patres reprendront leurs occupations d ' hiver et les fromages prendront le chemin de " rexil. " Jacqueline DuBois, Matriculation IL [ 38 ] Le Palais de Fontainebleau T E CHATEAU DE FONTAINEBLEAU bati en 1162 par Louis VII etait perdu au milieu des bois et ne fut pas, jusqu ' au XVIe siecle une residence apprecies par les rois de France. Pendant le moyen-age les batiments offraient Taspect d ' une forteresse avec donjon et tour. Le site plut a Frangois I qui fit un manoir. Henri II le fait decorer et apres sa mort Catherine de Medicis Tenrichit de nouvelles galeries. Sous Henri IV la famille royale y habite presque continuellement et c ' est en 1610 que le palais devient tout a fait splendide: il se compose de cinq pavilions et d ' un immense pare orne de temples, de lacs, de statues et de cascades. Louis XIV y fait amenager un bel appartement pour Madame de Maintenon, et, plus tard, Louis XV fait encore des modifications heureuses. Au temps de la revolution, comme par miracle, le palais est epargne et Napoleon I y va chaque annee jusqu ' au jour ou, partant pour Tile d ' Elbe, TEmpereur reunit sa vieille garde dans la cour principale pour lui faire ses adieux. Et la cour du Cheval Blanc est devenue la " Cour des Adieux. " A Fontainebleau il y a eu des fetes magnifiques, des baptemes princiers et des mariages royaux. mais aussi de graves evenements. Le pape Pie VII, retenu par Napoleon, y passa dix mois de cap ' tivite. Le Palais de Fontainebleau est aujourd ' hui un musee historique precieux. Betty Henry, Upper Vi. L ' Oiseau Habile T TN JOUR un oiseau avait tres soif et il vit de Teau dans un flacon, mais son bee ne pouvait pas atteindre Teau qui etait dans le fond de la bouteille. Que faire? II tapa sur la bouteille pour la casser: le verre etait trop epais. II essaya de renverser le flacon: Il etait trop lourd, et Foiseau n ' etait pas asseT; fort. II reflechit puis il chercha des cailloux et les laissa tomber un a un dans la bouteille. Ces cailloux deplacerent I ' eau qui monta dans la bouteille et il put boire a son aise. La perseverance a ren verse bien des obstacles. Amy Allan, Upper Vi. [ 39 ] Crossword Puzzle Across I. a good school 25. practical skill 38. either 8. fool 26. individual 39- on top of lo. ecclesiastical collar 28. staff 41- pastures I I . neck 29. 31- full of grief 45- devoured 14. mimics article 46. additional 15. fifth note of scale 32. part of circle 48. griefs 17. girl ' s name 33- prognostication 50. forward 18. distress 34- valley 51- negative 21. densely interwoven 35- colour 52. novel 23. Greek letter 37- snare Down I. a means of conveyance 16. pound 36. in debt 2. sharp blow 19. Royal Academy 37- snout 3- Jewish name 20. borrowed money 39- German name 4- speedy 22. morning 40. enemy 5- preposition a horse 41- united 6. building material 24. relative 42. small insect 7- THE NAVY 27. tree 43- belong to 8. look 28. roads 44- court 9- hide 29. determined 46. member of parliament 72. improve 30. moreover 47- railroad n- father 31- only 49- spelling I?- grief [ 40 ] The Witches ' Night T EEP down in the caverns of the earth the witches had all come together for their annual meeting. In the midst of them a great cauldron was bubbling, over which the queen was casting a spell. Although the air in the cavern was as still as a stagnant pool, the long grey hair and tattered robes of the witches, moved as if by some mysterious bree2;e. Suddenly at a word fro m the queen the witches mounted their broom-sticks, and as each one ' s cat sprang up behind her, she flew from the caverns of the underworld into the starless night. They made a weird picture as they flew across the moon in a curved line, their dark forms by its bright light. As this was Hallowe ' en, the one night in the year when each witch was allowed to visit the dwelling of some mortal, they soon separated, and one of them called Zexine, who had heard that there was to be a Hallowe ' en party at Trafalgar School that night decided to spend the evening there. She flew in one of the windows and through a long corridor, her broom making a swishing sound as it touched the walls. Then hearing voices, Zexine quickly hid and two girls approached in fancy dress costumes, they spoke in subdued whispers. " How different the building is at night, " one of them said, and her voice sounded hollow and strange in the empty room. Zexine came out from under a large desk where she had been hiding, and followed the girls up many flights of stairs and at length into a large hall, lit by bright coloured lights, and filled with music and laughter. She perched upon one of the beams at the highest point in the ceiling and decided to watch the fun. Far below her, bright coloured costumes swayed slowly to the strains of some waltz; and the next minute they were twirling away in time with the latest fox ' trot. One girl appeared as " Gandi, " and looked so realistic, that Zexine nearly lost her balance, as she leaned forward to get a better view. Then to her surprise, who should appear but " Hitler " and very solemnly asked " Gandi " if he would care to dance; as this strange couple moved away Zexine had a glance of " David Copper- field " dancing with a " jig-saw puzzle " girl. Suddenly the music stopped, and everyone lined up before a curtain, which was hung at one end of the hall, on which was written, " Your Fortune, Past, Present, and Future. " Groups of three were going behind the curtain to have their fortune told, and coming out holding their sides with laughter. At last overcome with curiosity Zexine decided to have a peek. She had no sooner left her place when a great commotion reached her ears, and as this noise seemed to come from somewhere below Zexine flew off to see what had happened, and arrived at the Pound Cupboard just in time to separate her cat. Sphinx, and Thomas, the house cat, who were fighting over an old running shoe. By the time she had got them apart and Sphinx was once more seated securely on her broom-stick it was time to depart, but as Zexine returned to the caverns, she felt that she would have a great deal to tell the other witches, when they related to each other their adventures of that night. Kay Weeks. The Merchant of Venice " pORM III A, under the able direction of Miss Cowan, entertained the school and many visitors by presenting Shakespeare ' s famous play, " The Merchant of Venice, " on the evening of Friday, March 23rd. As this play is so well-known, it us unnecessary to describe it in detail, but there were some scenes which received such hearty applause that they deserve a fuller explanation. The first outstanding scene was the one in which Portia received three from her suitors, the Prince of Morocco, the Prince of Aragon, and Bassanio. These men, after accepting the terms stated in the will of Portia ' s father, were ushered before the fair lady herself and, not without careful considera- tion, chose the casket by which they believed they would win her hand. The scene of the trial will also remain very vivid in our memories. Shylock, the Jew, was present with his bond and his knife, eagerly awaiting the opportunity of revenging himself against his enemy, the unfortunate merchant, Antonio. The latter was very sorrowful, feeling that this bond was his ruin. How- ever, after Portia, who was disguised as a learned doctor, appeared and convinced everyone of the [ 41 ] wickedness of the Jew, Antonio once more gained his liberty, and everyone, except the Jew, was satisfied. The scenes throughout the play were very effective, the most attractive one being when Shylock ' s daughter, who with the aid of torches, fled by night from her father ' s house. The costumes were all very beautiful and suitable for the play. Peggy Tyndale portrayed the part of Portia to perfection and Jane Seely proved an admirable Shylock. Marjorie Simpson, as Antonio, Hope Williamson, as Bassanio, and the other members of the cast deserve to be congratulated also. The Third Form must have spent a great deal of time planning and rehearsing this play, but their efforts were well spent as the audience, whether old or young, thoroughly enjoyed the per ' formance and realized the wholcheartedness with which it was presented. " C ARLY in the year, Form II, under the direction of Miss Balmforth, gave a play entitled " The - ' — ' Pied Piper of Hameln, " which was preceded by a number of excellently recited poems, by Forms Remove and Upper I. The play itself was also very well acted, the members of the cast speaking their parts with great clearness. The costumes were most attractive and the rats were very realistic. It was clearly seen that hard work had been put into the rehearsals. ENDREDI soir le vingt avril la classe de Illieme a donne " Les Precieuses Ridicules " sous la direction de Mile. Adam et Mile. Dillon. Cette comedie est une des meilleurs de Moliere, elle depeint les moeurs du dix-septieme siecle et la societe d ' alors. C ' est Thistoire de deux cousines Magdelon (Irene Lawes) et Cathos (Mary Mather) qui viennent d ' arriver a Paris et adoptent immediatement la mode et les fagons excessives de Tepoque. Gorgibus (Faith Lyman) le pere de Magdelon desire qu ' elles epousent deux gentils hommes qu ' il connait mais les jeunes filles n ' en veulent pas parce qu ' ils sont trop peu elegants et trop peu roman- esques a leurs idees. Ces pretendants; La Grange (Betty Brodie) et Du Croisy (Mary Mackay) sont furieux et jurent de se venger. lis envoient leurs valets Mascarille (Valerie Ker) et Jodelet (Alison Lyster) dcguises en seigneurs faire la cour aux deux " Precieuses, " Marotte (Ruth Mallory), les fait cntrer. Comme ils sont vctus avec recherche et qu ' ils font assant de galanterie ils sont tres bien regus par Magdelon et Cathos enthousiasmees. Mais La Grange et Du Croisy viennent The Pied Piper of Hameln Les Precieuses Ridicules [ 42 ] troubler leurs joie, ils arrivent dans le salon et chassent leurs valets en expliquant la situation aux deux jeunes filles tres desappointees. Sur ces entrefaites Gorgibus entre, il gronde ses filles et maudit tous les sots amusements des, " Beaux-Esprits, " ' si ridicules. La piece a ete tres hien jouee et les auditeurs ont parfaitement compris. La diction des actrices etait claire et leur jeu si reel. Avant la piece Marujita Bai , Emita Baiz et Lois Dunlop ont recite des poesies et la classe de deuxieme, costumee en paysannes et paysans bretons a chante " Les Petits Sabots. " Nous avons passe une tres agreable soiree que nous avons bien appreciee ainsi que tous ceux qui y assistaient. Frances Earle, UP. Vi. ' Canada " " ANADA " est le nom de notre pays, mais d ' ou lui vient ce nom? L ' origine en est assez curieuse et je vais vous la raconter. Les Espagnols sont venus chez; nous avant les Frangais et leur seul but etait la recherche de For et de Targent. N ' en trouvant point, ils se disaient souvent entre-eux: " A-ca Nada, " ce qui signifie " II n ' y a rien ici. " Les Indiens qui sont de grands observateurs, apprirent ces mots et leur signification. Quand les Frangais arriverent ici les Indiens auraient voulu qu ' ils s ' en aillent le plus vite possible, et, ils desiraient aussi les informer tout de suite qu ' il n ' y avait ni or ni argent dans leur pays, alors ils employerent les mots espagnols: " A ' ca Nada. " Les Frangais qui savaient moins Tespagnol que les Indiens crurent que ces mots, si souvent repetes, etaient le nom du pays et le repeterent aussi. Et voila comment notre pays est le " Canada. " Audrey Jarmin, Form UP. Vi. Shakespeare ' s " Julius Caesar " r N FRIDAY EVENING, May i8, the Third and Fourth Forms entertained the school by presenting Shakespeare ' s " Julius Caesar. " It would have been a great undertaking even for older girls who had studied the play but these two younger forms under the expert guidance of Miss Bryan, astonished us all and I have yet to see any better acting or more thorough understanding of difficult roles than I saw in this play. Never once throughout the performance did the action slow up and their diction was so clear and their acting so sincere that even the youngest girls there could easily understand the plot. Faith Lyman and Jean Scrimger were outstanding in their respective parts of Brutus and Cassius. Faith made us understand and love this " noblest Roman of them all, " who killed his best friend and gave his own life for what he thought was " the common good " . Jean ' s interpreta ' tion of the part of Cassius was really remarkable for this is neither an easy or sympathetic part to act and yet, especially in the closing scenes of the play, she made him as great and as brave a man as Brutus. Barbara Barnard was a commanding and impressive figure, and made the most of the com ' paratively small part of Julius Caesar. Margaret Wilson as Mark Antony showed a good under ' standing of this friend of Caesar ' s who later took revenge against his slayers. The smaller parts were all well filled and it is difficult to choose among them. Betty Brodie made a charming Cab purnia and Barbara Ward as Portia was a dignified and gracious Roman matron, while Frances Earle provided everyone with a laugh in her amusing interpretation of the part of Ligarius, one of the conspirators. I f|eel sure that the girls and Miss Bryan can be complimented on one of the best plays the school has ever presented. [ 43 ] Glimpses of Life in India Arrah, Shahabad, March 28th, 1934. My Dear Family: The other afternoon when Chris was playing tennis, I wandered over to the " maidan, " attracted by some sounds of rejoicing in that direction - and found that several of the best riders among the M.M.P. were " tent ' pegging. " I expect Hazel, who has read " Bengal Lancer, " will know all about this — and I did in theory; but it ' s far more exciting to watch. From a distance I thought that one of the rough ' riders was training a raw horse, of which there are several in the lines; but as I got nearer, I suddenly realised, for the horse which had been dancing about in circles, gathered himself together and set off at full gallop down between two little knots of boys, just out of school. Then I heard the rider shout, saw him stoop in the saddle, and come up triumphant, a white peg gleaming on the end of his spear like a pennon. It was gorgeous fun! I got as close as they ' d let me to the plowed furrow which was the course, glorying in the excitement of the horses as they awaited the word to set off — the men ' s " guggarees " streaming behind like a plume, and the tenseness of that whirlwind ride. The men for the most part look splendid in the saddle — Rajputs they are, and welhbuilt though light. I stayed and pranced and cheered until the light failed and everyone went home, I to try to tell Chris what superb sport it was, and what fun to watch. He came with me this evening, and took photographs; but they weren ' t riding so well today, and it wasn ' t so much fun. As we returned two Sadhus were squatting near our gate, with a little court around them, practically naked, and with their faces smeared with red and white paint. A huge red disc on the forehead, with parallel white streaks on either side of the face. They asked for alms, but we don ' t give casually. They are the first we have seen of their kind, though a dear old man with a short red tunic and choti, and white hair and beard, went by recently, looking like a slender brown version of Santa Claus. Now that the pulse has been cut between us and the road we see a great deal more of the passers ' by, and it ' s a constant source of interest during the few hours that we can be out of doors. Today it was 85 degrees in the house, and far more outside — and the " Gormi " has only begun! But it ' s a dry heat, and so far not difficult to stand. The other thing I have to tell you is rather more complicated, as a host of new impressions always is. I think I told you that one of the mission ladies lived outside Arrah — wore a sari and lived " Indian. " She called on us after a visit to Musaffarpore, and promised that she would invite us to visit her in her village, and show us something of her work there. We have just returned from a most interesting two days in her company. We went incog, and alone, and were amply rewarded in the confidence and friendliness of the villagers whom we met. A government servant could hardly escape either suspicion or accounts of innumerable grievances; and as her friends, we met with neither. It was a most interesting experience. The village in which she lives — Shahpur — is about two miles from the nearest station; and we covered the distance in an " ekka, " one of the most primitive and bumpy of vehicles. It ' s rather like a jaunting-car without the foot-guards — just a flat platform above two wheels, and drawn by a bag-of-bones to represent a horse. The roads are very sandy and uneven, so that at every lurch one is in danger of being shot ofl . The Indians all sit cross-legged, four at a time, and balance from the hips; but that ' s a trick which takes learning. The horses all travel at a fast trot, urged on by loud cries and clucks from their drivers; and to meet such a thing in a narrow street is quite alarming. They ' re not considered really " suitable " for sahib-log; but in the country there ' s nothing else. Miss Hynenand lives in a regular Indian house, thatched, tiled, and with mud walls and floor; but with the addition of fairly wide verandahs back and front. Her food is mostly Indian too, prepared for her by the Bible-woman who halves the house with her — curries, Indian vegetables, bazaar flour and sugar. The house is surprisingly cool, even when the " Luh " is blowing its hardest, and though not very commodious, is comfortable enough. We women slept outside in a bit of courtyard, the stars over-head, while Chris decorated the front entrance by the side of the road. In the cool of yesterday evening, and again this morning, we drove by " ekka " to villages where small schools have been started among the outcaste people — leather-workers, milkmen, basket- weavers and were taken into the very homes of the people, dark little mud huts surrounding a courtyard where grain was piled in the sheaf to be threshed, and chickens ran about. Usually six [ 44 ] or eight in a room — an open wood fire, no windows, and swarming with children, but clean enough, and on the whole showing a tendency to keeping the goats and pigs in a place by themselves. The women were in the predominance, most of the men at this time of the year being in Calcutta, and they greeted us very cordially, put down a string bed in the courtyard for us to sit on, and crowded round to answer questions. Miss H. is marvellous with them, knows them all, and their troubles, and banters them in the local country dialect. Of course the poverty and debt and illness is appalling; but one isn ' t oppressed by it on one ' s first visit, perhaps because one can ' t fully realise its significance, and the people are so delighted to see a guest, they shew their happiest spirits. Much love to you all. Jane. Arrah, Shahabad, April 5th, 1934. . . . " Collector " is the name which survived from the time of the early trading company (East India Company), when the job literally was to collect revenue. Nowadays the Collector would be better known as the District Officer — one who is in charge of a District, such as Shahabad is. Under him are several Sub-divisional Officers who are responsible to him, and are usually recruited from the Provincial Service, not the I.C.S. — and who are now mostly Indians. But in a year or so Chris will be appointed to a Sub ' Division, and live in a town the si2;e of Sasaram — probably the only European in the place. He ' ll have to try cases, be responsible for the Treasury, famine, plagues, riots — everything which concerns his Sub-division — just as the Collector is ultimately responsible for the whole group of Sub-divisions which comprise his District. It ' s in the Sub-divisions that the new men really get their training and experience. The first year is mostly theory, though Chris has already tried several petty municipal cases here. Our food is fairly restricted vegetarian, with, fortunately, a number of kinds of good fruit. " Chicken " is the only meat that ' s worth getting here — and we eat about four a week — the skill of one ' s cook being particularly acceptable when he can invent — new disguise for it. The fish is good too — mostly caught in the Son and Ganges, I think. I ' ve never seen it in its natural state, and so have no idea of the varieties. The vegetables are for the most part " English " — spinach, carrots, onions, potatoes and cauliflower come from the bazaar. Mrs. Williams grows peas, which are over now. Tomatoes, pumpkins and very long thin cucumbers, which are nice boiled, are good too; but we don ' t dare eat lettuce, even if we could get it. That ' s rather bad luck when sa lads would be so refreshing. Fruits are tangerines, small bananas, apples from Kashmere, papita, fipari, bel, mango and tiny apricots, which ripen at different seasons. Fipari is our only small fruit (except limes) — a sort of gooseberry, which makes excellent jam. I get my bread from Calcutta twice weekly, and my fresh butter from Patna (nowadays it ' s practically cream when it arrives) — and cooking butter, like everything else, comes in tins. Flour, sugar, tea, coffee, etc., come from Patna; but the day-to-day things are bought by the cook in the bazaar (wholesale) and passed on to me (retail). He brings me his account every morning. Running water? Even in the Chief Secretary ' s house in Patna there ' s cold water " laid on " only during the early morning and at night — and that ' s the New Capital. Here we never heard of such a thing. But you probably don ' t know anything about an Indian bathroom, so I ' d better describe it to you. Even in this tiny bungalow we each have a bathroom of our own; and it ' s quite necessary, as you shall see. Just a white-washed room with cement floor, a wash-basin on a table, with an ewer under it, a " commode, " or " snatchit " on legs, with a cover — and one corner of the room divided off by a low cement coping, about 6 inches high and broad. In the enclosed area a tin tub, and on the coping an earthen " chattee " or two full of water. A hole in the outer wall lets the water run outside the house into an open drain; and so the filling and emptying of the bath depends on one ' s nasalchi or water-boy. The water is heated in gallon tins on a " chula " or native stove against the cook-house wall and lugged to the bathrooms. The " commode " is attended to every few hours during the day by the " sweeper " who also sweeps the house and the compound — and is the most un-get-on-withoutable of all one ' s servants, as you can see. In the Indian villages he used to be addressed as Maharaf! ( " Great King " !) as a tribute to the necessity of his work. Finally, all the water is drawn up out of a deep well in a bucket; and for all this labour one pays hardly £1 a month wages each! [ 45 ] [ 46 1 NANCY MURRAY (1927-34) " It shall he said his judgment ruled our hands. " Prefect, President Matric. I., Editor of Magazine, Gym. Captain, Secretary of Athletic Association, Second Basketball Team. Favourite Expression: " Try to be ladies! " Pet Aversion: Her hair. Favourite Pastime: Making queer sounds to represent whistling. Ambition: To be in the " Red and White. " Theme Song: " Nobody ' s Sweetheart Now. " EMILY ADAMS (1930-34) " This was the noblest Roman of them all. ' ' Prefect, Vice-President Matric. I., Sub-Editor of Magazine, First Basketball Team. Favourite Expression: " Oh, Jo! " Pet Aversion: Crowded street-cars. Favourite Pastune: Getting to school earlier than anyone else. A.mbition: World Champion Basketball player. Theme Song: " Everything I have is Yours. " FORREST BURT (1932-34) " Peace, count the cloc r Prefect. Secretary-Treasurer of the Magazine. Favourite Expression: " Why can ' t I grow up? " Pet Aversion: Being told not to argue. Favourite Pastime: Getting 99% in exams. Ambition; To get 100% in exams. Theme Song: " Mississippi Mud. " SYLVIA HOWARD (1930-34) " It is impossible that ever Rome Should breed thy fellow. ' ' Prefect. Favourite Expression: " I don ' t know a thing! " Pet Aversion: Telephoning for other people. Favourite Pastime: Studying? — we wonder. Ambition: To ride that bucking broncho. Theme Song: " Who is Sylvia? " MARGARET SWEET (1928-34) " M}i sight was ever thic . " Prefect and Head of the House, First Basketball Team. Favourite Expression: " Mary had a little lamb, what will you have? " Pet Aversion: Being tickled. Favourite Pastime: Studying that extra half hour. Ambition: To be the mistress of the Manse. Theme Song: " My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean. " [ 47 ] DOREEN DANN (iij2yu) ' ' Within a heart Dearer than Plutus ' mine, richer than gold. " Prefect, Games Captain, Vice ' Captain of Athletic Association, Sports Rep. of Magazine, First Basketball Team. Favourite Exfiressum: " Well, of all the — " Pet Aversion: Dates — the kind you eat. Favourite Pastime: Making milkshakes to help her to study. Ambition: To matric. within two or three years. Theme Song: " There ' s Something About a Soldier. " PEGGY BOYD (1928-34) " Thy heart is big. ' ' Prefect. Favourite Expression: " Ye god s and little fishes! " Pet Aversion: Correct spelling. Favourite Pastime: Riding on train?. Ambition: To move St. Anne ' s nearer the city. Theme Song: " 111 be Faithful. " RUTH OLIVER (1927-34) " I grant I am a woman. " Prefect, Mission Representative. Favourite Expression: " Fm not going! " Pet Aversion: Manipulating Xs and Ys. Favourite Pastime: Banking the mission money. Ambition: " By taking thought, to add one cubit to her stature. " Theme Song: " Brother, can you Spare a Dime? " JUANITA CRONYN (1929-34) " When comes such another? " Prefect. Favourite Expression: " Oh, my cow! " Pet A..version: Skating in the wee hours. Favourite Pastime: Being late for appointments. Ambition: To drive a locomotive. Theme Song: " Love Thy Neighbour. " KATHARINE WEEKS (1928-34) " I can gain no money by vile means. " Assistant Advertising Manager of the Magazine. Favourite Expression: " Has anyone got an extra bobby pin? " Pet Aversion; Companies who " don ' t advertise. " Favourite Pastime: Dreaming. Ambition: Not to exchange purchases more than twice. Theme Song: " This Little Piggy Went to Market. " I 48 ] FRANCES BROWN (1925-34) " He is given To shorts, to wildness and much company. ' " Captain of Athletic Association and First Basketball Team. Gyi Lieutenant, Advertising Manager of Magazine. Favourite Expression: " I swear — " (but she doesn ' t). Pet A version: Being called Fanny. Favourite Pastime: Q.P. Ambition: Social bug. Theme Song: " You ' re in my Power. " HELEN ADAIR (igjo-M) " I have made strong proof of my constancy. ' Favourite Expression: " He! He! He! " Pet Aversion: Girls who don ' t bring their own lunch to school. Favourite Pastime: Buying other people ' s car tickets. A.mhition: " Le Tour du Monde en quatre-vingt jours. " Theme Song: " Dancing Lady. " EVELYN BURPE (1930-34) " I will set this foot of mine as far As who goes farthest. ' Favourite Expression: " ' Alio! " Pet Aversion: People who mispronounce her name. Favourite Pastime: Punching her classmates. Ambition: To study on the top of an Alp. Theme Song: " Temptation. " MARGUERITE DETTMERS (1930-31, 1933-34) " How wea a thing the heart of woman is. " Second Basketball Team. Favourite Expression: " Have you heard the news? " Pet Aversion: Black stockings. Favourite Pastirae : Grinning. Ambition: Magog. Theme Song: " The Campbells are Coming. " ISABEL WALKER (1933-34) " There is no fear in him, let him not die. ' ' Favourite Expression: " Pardon? " Pet A version: French essays. Favourite Pastime: Tea at Murray ' s on the Sabbath. Ambition: Florence Nightingale ' s successor. Theme Song: " Time on my Hands. " [ 49 ] DIANA FISHER (1931-34) " I am to blame to he thus wailed for. ' Favourite Expression: " Has the second bell gone yet? " Pet Aversion: Runninj errands on De Casson Road. Favourite Pastime: Dramatic dancing. Ambition: A world without schools. Theme Song: " She ' ll be Coming Round the Mfjuntiiin, When she Comes. " JEAN RITCHIE (1930-34) " Live a thousand years, I shall not find myself so apt to die. ' ' Favourite Expression: " Nice going, Jean! " Pet Aversion: Having all her homework done. Favourite Pastime: Closing the window. Ambition: Mae West. Theme Song: " You Ought to be in Pictures. " MARGARET GARLAND (1932-34) " I have an hour ' s tal m store for you. " Favourite Expression: " Do you understand the Williams ' method? " Pet Aversion: Reading in class. Favourite Pastime: Bicycling. Ambition: To absorb knowledge without studying. Theme Song: " Home on the Range. " JOYCE HILL (1929-32, 1933-34) " He must be taught, and trained, and hid go forth. " Favourite Expression: " Who, me? " Pet Aversion; Taking her belongings home from the cloakroom at the end of term. Favourite Pastime: Driving, instead of train travel. Ambition: To find an ambition. Theme Song: " Lazybones. " MERCY WALKER (1922-23, i929;34) " I }{now he would not be a wolf. " Art Editor of the Magazine. Favourite Expression: " Have you heard this one? " Pet Aversion: Latin in general, semi-deponent verbs in particular Favourite Pastime: Planning parties for other people. Ambition: The Beaux Arts. Theme Song: " Sweet Madness. " I 50 I ISABEL WILSON (igjo 34) ' ' Tour wisdom is consnvied in confidence. ' ' Favourite Expression: " I can ' t do it the first time! " Pet A.version: Singing. Favourite Pastime: Getting blotters in the middle of lessons. Ambition: Wife of a New York millionaire. Theme Song: " Wooden ' Head, Puddin ' -Head Jones. " BERNICE BIGLEY (1932-34) " ' Would he were fatter, but I fear him not. ' ' ' House Representative of the Magazine. Favourite Expression: " Feeble! " Pet A.version: Hats that blow off in the street. Favourite Pastime: Singing louder and longer than anyone else. Ai- ' ifcition: Walter WinchelLs feminine counterpart. Theme Song: " Oh, You Nasty Man. " CAROL WRIGHT (1930-34) " He J5 a great observer, and he loo s uite through the deeds of men. " Captain of Second Basketball Team, Vice-Games Captain. Favourite Expression: " I don ' t see why — " Pet A.version: Backhands in tennis. Favourite Pastime: Burning the midnight oil. A.mbition: " A little gray home in the west. " Theme Song: " Smoke Gets in Your Eyes. " MILLICENT VELLO (1927-34) " He has neither wit nor words. " Favourite Expressioyi: " Did you hear Lanny Ross last night? " Pet A.version: Being kept waiting. Favourite Pastime: Travelling. Ambition: Higher education in the States. Theme Song: " Here Comes the Show Boat. " ALISON REID (1928-34) " Tou now me all, a plain blunt man. " Favourite Expression: " Oh, Minnie! " Pet A.version: Getting up early. Favourite Pastime: Being scratched by her cat. A.mbition: To do all her maths, on a slide-rule. Theme Song: " Vas Villst Du Ha ben? " I 51 1 Library Notes IV IISS MARTHA BROWN has kindly pre.-ented to the Library an illustrated .set of Shakespeare. Gifts of books have also been received from Mr. Burton, Pamela and Julia Merrill, Isabel Wilson and a group of girls in Matriculation II. The following girls have subscribed to the Library Fund: Ruth Oliver Jean Tarlton Sylvia Howard Georgina Grier Margaret Sweet Gwen Henderson Margaret Slack Grace Mather Frances Earle Jane Seely Bernice Bigley Phyllis Henry Annabel Forsyth Faith Lyman Dora Wright Patricia de Merrall Estelle Hargreaves Betty Forbes Nancy Murray Ruth Mallory Forrest Burt Pamela Merrill Millicent Velio Katharine Creelman Juanita Cronyn Joyce Schnaufer Marjorie Bayne Katharine Stevenson Katharine Weeks Margaret Newell Peggy Boyd Grace Wright Jean Higgins Elizabeth Sharp Joanne Kircher Mona Robinson Isabel Mackenzie Doreen Robinson Lillian Thompson Marie Reiser Isabel Walker Peggy Tyndale Audrey Jarmen Julia Merrill Lorraine Driver Jean Scrimger Margaret Lundon Peggy MacMillan Nancy Maclachlan Margaret Montgomery Frances Brown Gwenne James Mercy Walker Peggy Kaufmann Alison Reid Betty Henry Doreen Dann Amy Allan Evelyn Burpe Betty McCrory Marjorie Wood Charlotte Barnes Catherine Mackenzie Marjorie Robinson Priscilla Hale Janice Dumaresq Mary McGibbon Anne Dodd Wilma Howard Diana McCurdy Roma Dodds Gail Hodges [ 52 1 [ 53 ] LORRAINE DRIVER (School Prefect) President of Matriculation II MATRICULATION II " I thm we are In this fair Helen Aird Marjorie Bayne Eleanor Crabtree Lorraine Driver Jacqueline Du Bois Patricia de Merrall Betty Forbes Alice LeMesurier Marie Louise Svenningson Lillian Thompson Althea Wright Dora Wright too ready with complaint world of God ' s. " " Light human nature is too hghtly tost And ruffled without cause. " " Every man is as God made him and Oftentimes a great deal worse. " " For most men (till by losing rendered sager) Will back their own opinions with a wager. " " If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face and you ' ll forget them all. " " And even his failings leaned to virtue ' s side. " " The man that blushes is not quite a brute. " " Let us do, or die. " " He thought as a sage but he felt as a man. " " The world knows little of its greatest men. " " Early to bed, and early to rise Makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise. " " Dost thou love life, then do not squander time. For that is the stuff life is made of. " " The lady doth protest too much methinks. " Mission Representatives Form Upper VI i. Form Upper ' VI2. Form Upper Vi. Form Upper V2. Form IVa. Form IVb. Ruth Oliver Betty Forbes Dorothy Brown Meredith Thornton Betty McCrory Shirley Harvey Form IIIb. Form IIIa. Form Upper II. Form II. Form Upper I. Form Remove. Marie Reiser Phoebe Ann Freeman Janice Dumaresq Georgina Grier Grace Gibbs Helen Henshaw Contributions for Social Service Work Federated Charities $ 75.00 Trafalgar Cot in Children ' s Memorial Hospital 140.00 Trafalgar Cot at Labrador 60.00 At Christmas the girls donated warm garments to the Needle Work Guild of Canada, which were distributed amongst the poor families in the city. Christmas dinners were provided by several forms which helped to brighten up the Christmas of many. For several months the I.O.D.E. sent baskets to the school for provisions, and a few forms helped with extra food and coal in special cases of sickness an J want. [ 54 I Miss Hazell ' s Address NE day just before Christmas the School was deHghted to hear that Miss Hazell would give one of her very welcome addresses. Her lecture was most interesting and was rendered vivid and beautiful by the lantern slides with which she illustrated it. We were introduced to girls, taken into their homes, and shown the contrast between the poor crowded condition of their lives and the comfort of ours. We saw large farms and beautiful views of the country; povertystricken huts and people with hardly enough to keep them alive. So great an impression was made on the whole School that Miss Hazell found herself actually besieged when she returned to Miss Cumming ' s office. Our interest had been awakened and we wanted to get into closer touch with these girls from the West. After Miss Hazell ' s return to England she sent a list of girls " names, ages and addresses and all those who cared were given a girl with whom to correspond. Many homes over two thousand miles away were brightened at Christmas time as a result of this one lecture. Many of the girls are still keeping up a correspondence which is interesting and enjoyable. In the paper the other day was a picture of Miss Hazell and her friends, who have landed again in Canada to resume their missionary work. Miss Hazell ' s lecture of this year was not the first to touch the hearts of Trafalgar girls. Peggy Chapman, a well-remembered " Traf " girl, not only corresponded with the girls out West but has been accepted to accompany Miss Hazell ' s party. She will go out West and have the exciting job of driving a truck. She will see all the scenes of which Miss Hazell has given us so vivid a glimpse. Miss Hazell ' s talks have proved as helpful as they are interesting, so we hope that Trafalgar will continue to hear from her each year. Compliments of BESSNER S LIMITED Complimejits of 1609 St. Catherine Street West MATHEWSON esP GO. Telephone: FItzroy 6351 1 55 1 Trafalgar Athletic Association Committee Honorary President Miss Gumming Honorary Adviser Miss Bryan Chairman Miss Booth Captain Frances Brown Vice-Captain Doreen Dann Secretary Nancy Murray Form V Representative Frances Earle Gymnasium Officers, 1933-34 Form Captain Lieutenant Matric. I. Nancy Murray Frances Brown Matric. II. Lillian Thompson Eleanor Crabtree Upper Vi. Margaret Newell Betty Henry Upper V2. Katherine Creelman Katherine Stevenson IVa. Jean Scrimger Barbara Ward IVb. Janet Porteous Janet Harrington IIIa. Faith Lyman Alison Lyster IIIb. Marie Reiser Hope Williamson Upper II. Peggy MacMillan Mary LeMercier II. Marjorie Heward Renee Moncel Upper I. Grace Wurtele Joy Thomson Remove. Gharlotte Scrimger Marian MacMillan Games Officers, 1933-34 Form Gaptain Vice-Gaptain Matric. I. Doreen Dann Garol Wright Matric. II. Marjorie Bayne Jacqueline Dubois Vi. Frances Earle Phyllis Henry V2. Patricia Plant Joyce Schnaufer IVa. Barbara Barnard Margaret Montgomery IVb. Frances Goghill Eleanor Lane IIIa. Peggy Elder Valerie Ker IIIb. Margaret Saunders Jane Seely [ --56 ] Upper II. II. Upper I. Remove. Upper VI. Lower VI. ; Upper Vi. Upper V2. WiLMA Howard Madeline Hersey Bereath Craig Diana Piers Joan Redpath Estelle Hargreaves ISOBELLA WuRTELE Frances Barnes Form Tennis Champions id V. Joan Bann IVa. Cicely Jack IVb. Frances Brown IIIa. Margaret Sweet Ills. Juniors Upper II. Upper I. Remove. Badminton Pamela Merrill Judith Merrill Rosemary Kerr Isobella Wurtele Frances Earle Charlotte Williamson Barbara Barnard Prudence Porteous Deck Tennis Margaret Saunders Mary McGibbon Estelle Hargreaves Grace Wurtele The Tennis Cup was won by Cicely Jack, the Badminton by Pamela Merrill, and the Deck Tennis by Margaret Saunders. Basketball Team Criticisms, 1933-34 {First Team) Frances Brown (Centre Guard). Frances has played energetically in matches but at times her play has been uncontrolled. T.B.B. 1934. Doreen Dann (Shot). Doreen ' s passing has improved but her shooting has been unreliable. T.B..B. i933 ' 34- Emily Adams (Guard). Emily combines energy and a detailed knowledge of tactics, her play has been steady throughout. T.B.B. i933 ' 34. Margaret Sweet (Guard). Margaret has worked hard, but is often left out of place in a fast game. T.B.B. 1934. Marjorie Bayne (Shot). Marjorie ' s shooting has been good but she misses opportunities by being slow in getting free. T.B.B. 1934. Barbara Barnard (Centre Shot). Barbara plays an individual game with success but her shooting has been disappointing. T.B.B. 1934. The Dem. " ' I ' HE Annual Demonstration or better known as the " Dem. " was believed to have been a great success this year. And truly we of Trafalgar felt it to be so in doing our various exercises. It went off with an unusual promptness which can only suggest carefully planned instructions. The hall was filled for both performances and our audiences gave good attention. Among the more outstanding acts were several dances. Costumes, this year helped to make them more spectacular, especially in the Irish Jig. The Dutch Dance and the Dargason were extremely well done. Mixed with these dances were the class exercises and special vaulting. They all received hearty applause much to our satisfaction. After the Grand March two Juniors presented Miss Booth with a basket of flowers, whereupon she was cheered for her good work. Badges were then awarded, many girls receiving them for a high standard of work, and although some were unfortunate yet this only means that they have more to work for next year. The address was made by Doctor Fosbery this year although Doctor Donald was present. Doctor Fosbery, Head-master of Lower Canada College complimented Miss Booth and us on our good work. He was extremely amusing and sent us away with a happy smile. " God Save the King " was then sung and thus ended a happy evening. Katharine Stevenson, Form Upper Vii. [ 57 ] [ 58 1 TKe D f T e T emorisl ' rQ.tLon. iS iTs ncxt S CXod - jov ov y Ko xj i oi_ i S-tA t " o VD cvry e Lf _jo»-i cloT-i |-U ' f U its " Sport " . VJKtr t -,€_ i-rls cVv t ropes ' U f CS WKe-rs -Ke.n- o_ d aj-i. tc_i-s f ■■f ill ilffi iHIHHiHHH utitiH " pe 3 ' 3 4 1 1 d e r [ 59 ] Basketball Team Criticisms, 1933-34 (Second Team) Carol Wright (Centre Guard). Carol has been invaluable in the team this year both by her capabilities as a defence and an attack player. i()j,y},4. Marguerite Dettmers (Shot). A useful player who has scored regularly in matches. 1934. Frances Earle (Shot). Frances is a promising player, she works hard and her shooting has ivci ' proved during the season. 1934. Janet Porteous (Centre Shot). Janet has shewn great progress during the year. 1934. Nancy Murray (Guard). Nancy intercepts well, but her passing is slow and her guarding in ' effectual. 1934. Katharine Creelman (Guard). A tireless player who shows great promise. 1934. Jean Scrimger (Guard). Jean has worked well and improved, sometimes her passing is slow. M. Thorneycroft Booth. SECOND BASKETBALL TEAM, 1933-34 Bac}{ row, left to right — Frances Earle, Katharine Creelman, Marguerite Dettmers, Janet Porteous Front row — Nancy Murray, Carol Wright (Captain), Jean Scrimger The Luck of the Second Team " ' HIS year of 1934 has been very eventful, and there have been a good number of really exciting games. For a little while, before it was too cold we played basketball outside, on one of the tennis courts on which goals were put up. The only match that was played on the outside court was with the Old Girls on November 2nd. From what we overheard they were very much impressed and seemed to think it was as good an idea as we did. Our only ether game during the Christmas Term was with Miss Edgar s at the Y.W.C.A. [ 60 1 On Jan. I ' jth, Feb. 7th, and Feb. lyth we played our home games with the Study, Weston, and Miss Edgar ' s. Through all these games the Second Team was holding its own, and by March 8th it looked as if it had a fighting chance for the Cup. But it meant hard playing from beginning to end. On March 14th we played our last game with Weston at the Y.M.C.A. We crept into the building, shivering, as usual because so much depended on this game. There were holes in the First Team, but the Second could not be touched. I was glad I was to play this time because it is so hard to sit and watch such an important game. At the end of the first half we were leading. Then the First Team came on and played, they played well and the game was fast; when half ' time came they were almost equal. The Second Team came on again. After what seemed a long, long time the bell rang, we looked at the score board and saw that we had won, we were surprised. That meant that the Second Team had won their Cup. We owe our success to Miss Booth, and to her the praise should go. Jean Scrimger, Form IVa. That Game of Badminton Oh cheers ! the score for us is nine. The others are not far behind. It ' s Mary ' s serve, what will it be? A perfect beauty — returned to me. I send it high, we give a gasp ! It ' s sure to be a slam at last. Be on your guard, just jump aside; The point ' s for them unless its wide. A fearful struggle then ensues, All are frightened lest they lose. A bar of chocolate is the pri e. We look at it with longing eyes. And now the score is thirteen all. Five points, and then we stand or fall. We slam — swish — bang — biff Our muscles now are getting stiff. But still we try with might and main, Our object soon, we shall attain. And those who lose must try again To Win! Pamela Merrill Tennis, 1933-34 1933 — The Tennis Match between Miss Edgar ' s and Miss Cramp ' s School and Trafalgar was played on June ist. The match was a very good one and resulted in a victory for Miss Edgar ' s the score being 4 sets to 3. We heartily congratulate our opponents on their good play. Players — First Couple — Cicely Jack and Joan Bann; Second Couple — Frances Brown and Margaret Sweet. The match this season will be played in June and we wish both teams the best of luck. The Inter ' Form Doubles Tennis Match was won by Upper Vi. The Final Tennis Singles Cup Match was played between Cicely Jack and Joan Bann, resulting in a victory for Cicely Jack. June 9th — -A match was played between the House and the School, resulting in a victory for Joan Bann and Mary Cross, representing the School. June lath — A very exciting match was played between the Staff and the School resulting in a victory for Miss Booth and Miss Cowan over Cicely Jack and Joan Bann, the score being 6 ' 3, 8-10, 6-3. [ 61 ] Study Misses E. 6? C. Tragalfar Weston Total Teams 2+2 2 + 2 2 + 2 12 ist Study 2 + O o + 0 2 + 2 6 2nd Misses E. fer C. . . o + o o + 2 2 + 2 6 ist 0 + 2 2 + o 2 + 2 8 2nd Trafalgar o + o 2 + 0 - 2 + 2 6 1st 2 + 2 0 + 2 2 + 2 10 2nd Weston 0 + o O + 0 O + 0 0 ist O + 0 O + 0 O + 0 o 2nd CRITICISM OF PLAYERS Cicely Jack. Cicely showed great improvement during the term and played very well in matches Joan Bann. A steady and reliable player, but she was slow to take advantage by an attacking game. Frances Brown. Frances played an erratic game, she must learn to be more reliable. Margaret Sweet. Margaret showed progress as a back line player, but failed in her net play. M. Thorneycroft Booth. Presentation of Shield We are grateful to Mrs. Wilber ' t Howard for her kindness in donating a shield to be awarded to the For m in the Junior School which gets first place in the Gymnastic Competition. ' I ' HIS year our pack numbers fifteen. Four of these, Barbara Wickes, Frances Barnes, Ann Stearns and Elaine Ross are now second class Brownies, and we hope that several others will complete their tests for second class badges before the term ends. The attendance has been good, and both play and work have been entered into with great enthusiasm. I 63 ] D£5 T 7 " E HAVE been very fortunate this year in having Miss Helen Ogilvie and Miss Peggy Chap ' man as Captain and Lieutenant and great credit is due to them for the successful year. This year there has been a great deal of work done in the company and many girls have got their second ' class; we have also taken an active part in going in for miscellaneous badges. As usual the Honour Flag Competition was held at Kildonan Hall and we compliment the 8th company on being the winner. The second-class Guides did first aid while the tenderfoots were asked different questions concerning nature. Mrs. Macdonald read us a story and out it of we had to choose incidents which would illustrate the ten guide laws. We also did other things such as marching, a game and singing. Our lifelong ambition has been realized for Mrs. Forbes and Mrs. Stevenson have most kindly given us Company Colours. At the presentation many old Guides and officers from different com- panies were present. The colours are blue with the gold trefoil printed on it. The second crest is embroidered on it at the bottom. Three cheers for Mrs. Forbes and Mrs. Stevenson for we will never forget their kindness! Captain Benson very kindly taught us our work for the Rally which was " Good Posture. " The Rally this year illustrated all the different items for second ' class. We were also in the Union Jack which came off very successfully. As we did not have a party this year Captain decided that we would have a picnic for all and instead of going on the mountain we would go some place where we would be near the water. So we are all looking forward to the day! Frances Earle, Goldfinch Patrol Leader. The Girl Guide Rally ' I ' HE Annual Rally was held in the Forum this year and was under the distinguished patronage of Her Excellency the Countess of Bessborough, Honorary President of the Canadian Girl Guides Association. The Forum was well filled, and judging from the applause the display was voted a success. A Guard of Honour formed by two Guides from each company coming first in their district competition, announced the arrival of Lady Bessborough and after the National Anthem, Her E xcellency took the salute of all the companies in Montreal. The programme was arranged this year to be the tests which a Guide must win to receive her Second Class Badge. They began with First Aid and knots which were cleverly ridiculed by a member of the Boy Scout Association, over the loud-speaker. Then followed Nature Observation and Signalling. The Useful Article and Fire Making came next, in the former Guides skilfully cut out and made Guide Uniforms, including the hats, whereupon the dressed-up Guide? paraded around the Forum for the spectators to see. Then followed Good Posture in which our School Company took part. They did company drill and certainly looked very smart at work. Health Rules came next, some of the Guides carrying large tooth-brushes, then Bed-making followed. Perhaps the hardest and most spectacular feat in the Rally was the Union Jack. It was formed by forty-two companies, some with red and some with white material over their backs. It was so arranged that each company knew its position exactly, and from the sound of a whistle each company ran to its allotted place. The flag was suddenly apparent to the onlookers, as the mass of Guides first knelt and then crouched. Thus this number marked the close of the Guide Rally for another year. Katharine Stevenson, Form Upper Vii. [ 64 I My First Visit to a Girl Guide Camp ' WO summers ago I had the good fortune to he invited to drive for a day to the Girl Guide Camp at Morin Heights. Our former Lieutenant was driving another Guide and offered to take me. We picked up our other passengers and set out about eight on a lovely bright June morning. Soon we began to climb the first slopes of the Laurentian Mountains. The colours were magnificent, and as it was so early in the summer, they were still fresh and soft. At last we came to a very rough country track and I found that this was the entrance to the Camp. The car climbed a steep little hill with difficulty, and we came in sight of one of the four divisions of the Camp, called by an Indian name. It was situated on a wooded bluff and looked very inviting and cool. Then we came to the Iroquois section where our Guides were camping. There were two divisions close together here so there was a great number of Guides running to and fro all looking very businesslike in blue drill uniforms. When we arrived at the Trafalgar tents we saw several familiar faces whilst others came rapidly into view at the shout of recognition and welcome raised on our sudden appearance. I was invited to rest in the tent belonging to Doreen Dann, Nancy Murray and three or four others. The Guides all have bell tents which accommodate about five people. They sleep on straw mattresses, which they make on their arrival, and which, in the daytime, are all neatly rolled up in the middle of the tent, leaving room to sit down or move about. They are only allowed to bring valises, as these take up the least room, and as the camp season for one group is so short (about ten days) that not many clothes are needed. There are one or two officers ' tents in each division, so the Guides are well looked after. There is a large wooden roofed marquee also, where the Guides cook their food and eat. In the marquee are a stove for cooking, a table for preparing the food, and one for eating and hooks to hang up cutlery and mugs, of course all clearly marked with the owner ' s name. The Iroquois camp looks out over a small bluff to the blue lake and mountains beyond, and this looked very inviting to us hot travellers. Accordingly we donned bathing suits and joined the rest of the Camp in a vigorous swim, after which we felt very refreshed. Then I was asked to dine with the Trafalgar girls. There were not many dishes over for visitors, and we had to share plates and knives, but this was all the more fun. The food was very good, and I must say that the Guides who cooked it had certainly earned their Cook ' s Badge. Indeed, everything and everywhere in the Camp showed methodical care and enthusiastic work, so that it was a pleasure to walk about and watch the girls at their tasks. After lunch all the campers were allowed about five cents ' worth of candy and then had to rest. I joined them in this, and although I wore a tennis dress instead of a uniform, I pretended that I was a Camper, and ate candy, read a book and rested like the rest. As we had a long journey ahead of us, we had to leave before afternoon activities began; so we said " Good ' bye " to everyone, wished them a happy summer, and set out on our homeward way through the beautiful mountains which are always offering some new view and colour. As we drove along, we envied the girls their healthy, happy holiday among these lofty moun ' tains, after which they would come home brown, sparkling with jollity and bubbling over with news of the good times they had had hiking, swimming and learning Camp crafts. JuANiTA Cronyn, Form Matric. I [ 65 ] Snapshots of a Guide Ctimfi. [ f ' 6 I M. Slack House Editorial T HIS year in the House has been a memorable one for all of us. The days have flown quickly by, filled to the brim both with work and play. Life in the House is on the whole a happy one. It has, of course, a certain amount of routine, but there are many diversions in every week which prevent monotony. One of the places which means a great deal to us is the Art Gallery. We have visited it on many a rainy day, and our knowledge and love of Art has been greatly stimulated by the various exhibitions. The one we all enjoyed the most was the French Exhibition, where we saw the works of Corot, Sisely, Daubigny and others. Art, however, is not our only interest. Those of us who are musical have had the pleasure of hearing two great artists, Hoffmann and Iturbi. Love of the lighter side of music, which appeals to us all, was satisfied by " The Gondoliers, " an operetta by Gilbert and Sullivan. But it is not necessary for us to go outside for our entertainment. The Boarders are always invited to School plays and amusements. Among these have been " The Merchant of Venice, " " The Pied Piper of Hameln, " and a French play, " Les Precieuses Ridicules. " Just lately, the majority of us helped Forms IIIa and IVa to produce Shakespeare ' s " JuHus Caesar. " At Halle we ' en we attended a very delightful party in the Gym, given by Matriculation II, and even had our fortunes told. But don ' t think we are merely a frivolous lot. We all derive much pleasure from the Library, of which we are very proud. Almost any night, at about eight-fifteen, one or another of us can be seen busily reading beneath the green, shaded lamps. And we are all fond of sports, too. Some nights we play at badminton, or deck-tennis, when dancing or sewing in the drawing-room does not claim our attention. Wednesday night usually finds us tripping up to our beloved gym for a game of basketball, or a romp of some kind. The Inter-school matches always find a row of tense figures looking on, for we Boarders are very interested in the School games. Although this winter has been a severe one we have usually managed to get out for our daily walk, in spite of occasional grumbling. The heavy snow lured most of us to indulge in skiing on the mountain, the bravest of us trying appalling hills, the less venturesome contenting themselves with the easy slopes. Skating was brief, but we had loads of fun on the rink while it lasted. Now that the warm weather has come, we have two great sources of pleasure, the garden and the mountain. Scrambling up a rocky slope in the morning before school helps a great deal to prepare us for the long day, while a brisk walk around the garden, or a snappy game of tennis is great exercise in the afternoon or evening. To appreciate the House one has to be acquainted with the blue, carpeted entrance hall, the big drawing-room, and Miss Cumming ' s cosy sitting-room. One has to hear the laughter issuing from the " dorm, " participate in the " golden hours of study, " and enjoy the witty conversation at meals in the cheery dining-room. There is an atmosphere in the House which can only be felt by living in it, by sharing the life with others, and learning from the give and take of community life, lessons which will never be forgotten. [ 67 I EXAMimTIOH DESPERATIOH If EOflCEHTRATIOrilllSPIRATION! Ten Years Hence (1944) " COCIAL AND PERSONAL, " glared the headlines on the second page of the local newspaper. Curiously, I glanced down the page, and my eyes alighted on the picture of a young woman whose engagement was announced. " Miss Stella Hatgreaves, famous dancer, to wed rising young engineer, Mr. Robert Toncel. All friends of the bride and bridegroom are invited. " I was both surprised and pleased to see this announcement, for Stella was an old schoolmate of mine. I immediately resolved to go to the wedding which was to take place the following week. The day finally arrived, and I started out gayly, all bedecked in my Sunday best, when who should I bump into but my old friend. Lady Thortton. She is tall, dark, and somewhat old- fashioned, and makes a perfect wife to the great man. Chatting, we sauntered on together, and commented on all the latest gossip. I was interested to hear that Jean Thurlatay had made a success as an entertainer. No sooner had we arrived at the church when we were hailed by that eccentric young critic. Miss Mattory, who was still unmarried. She told us that she had just seen Mrs. Urtson, our old friend Betty, who had become a famous novelist, and looked very stunning in her new blue dress. It was getting to be a regular Boarders ' reunion. I was soon to be pleasantly astonished on finding that Mrs. Tells was Stella ' s bridesmaid. She was dressed in pale blue, and looked very charming with her black, curly hair, and rosy cheeks. [ 68 ] But my pleasure was not long-lived, I heard a very familiar voice, and saw the customary red head making its way towards me. It was that pest Miss Tweet again. She is always trying to con- vince me that I should buy a house in Nova Scotia, now that she has got a real estate job out there. Soon I reached my pew, where my neighbor happened to be Mrs. Thaw, who had come from the nearby town of Waterloo to see the wedding. We kept up a running fire of conversation, during which she told me that Miss Turt the second Einstein, had definitely decided that two and two do not make four. This alarmed me greatly, and I was getting all upset, when the doors opened, and the bride started down the aisle. I stood up, and stopped worrying for the moment, relaxing to the beautiful old strains of " Here comes the bride. " TRASHING into the Victoria Hall from a blinding snow storm we are just in time to see the curtain rise on a colourful, southern scene. The warm Mediterranean sun shines in its full radiance on a group of charming maidens weaving garlands of roses on the Piazzetta in Venice. Excitement is intense since two of these maidens are to be chosen as brides by Palmieri ' s sons, Marco and Guisseppe. Song flows from the lips of the maidens as they busily weave the garlands of flowers. The appearance of the expected gentlemen creates a stir of excitement and the frightened young men are blindfolded and bidden to choose their wives, a nerve-racking situation, to say the least. These young men have more of a past, and future, also, than is to be supposed. To tell of their past we must tell of the royal house of Barataria. The King of Barataria, after wedding his infant son to the baby daughter of the Duke of Plaza-Toro, became a Methodist. The nobles of the country did not approve of this change of religion at all. The Grand Inquisitor, determined that there should not be such an innovation in the kingdom, secretly smuggled the royal heir to Venice, accompanied by his nurse, Inez, whose own infant was brought with them. Unknown to anyone but herself, she substituted her own son for the king ' s son and put him under the gondolier. Palmier i ' s charge, as the prince. Palmieri was now the guardian of the supposed royal heir plus his own son. The prince travelled with the nurse as her son, Luiz, and soon came under the service of his gruff father-in-law, the Duke of Plaza-Toro! He even dared to fall in love with his fair wife, while if this love affair had been known his life might have been in danger. A sad state of affairs! To further matters the King of Barataria passed away one night and the gondolier, Palmieri, also left this sad world and his sons, without telling which of the boys is supposed to be king. The unwitting sons each choose a wife and the wedding ceremony is begun. In another part of the city the Duke of Plaza-Toro descends with his wife, daughter, and Lui? (complete with drum), from a magnificent gondola to an empty, cheerless square. Remarks upon the fine reception given them are decidedly out of place so the duke falls to wondering where his daughter ' s husband is to be found. The arrival of the Grand Inquisitor serves to liven the scene. He explains to the duke that the prince is one of two gondoliers, but which one, they know not. This does not serve to humour the duke in any way. The two gondoliers are found and are told to leave their brides temporarily to sail for Barataria, there to assume the functions of royalty jointly. In Barataria a surprised land thrives under the socialistic government of the two gondoliers. Many amusing situations arise and the visit of the Bernice Bigley. F. Burt: M. Sweet: J. Thirlaway: B. Bigley: F. Earle: M. Slack: B. McCrory: D. Wright: E. Hargreaves R. Mallory: Our Zoo A shrinking, sober little lamb, A lion at bay. A hungry polar bear. A prickly porcupine. A laughing hyena. A contented cow. A colour loving raccoon. A glittering eyed mag-pie. A playful kitten. A teasing wolf-cub. The Gondoliers [ 69 ] wives of the absurd kings to the court reminds them that whichever is king, has also the respon ' sibility of two wives. The warm sun has hidden itself behind a cloud, thunder peals, and a feeling of tenseness prevails in the court one day, when suddenly the black robed, awe inspiring figure of the old nurse, Inez;, appears in court and reveals the fact that Luiz is the true king! The other two are merely gondoliers ! The blow is taken in good part by the gondoliers, however, and the sun, coming from behind a dark cloud, reveals a lively cachucha dance and three happy couples. The curtain drops on a very successful operetta and we boarders rise dazedly from our seats, and make our way into the cold night air. Betty McCrory. Saki, An Elegy There was a little pussy sweet Who ran about on four wee feet, With eyes of blue and fluffy fur, And such a very friendly purr ! Sometimes all white, more often not. For in the coal he oft was caught — But to be black he did not mean And so he kept his pink nose clean. Proud Thomas stoop ' d to be his pal. But would not romp with the rascal, Who puird his tail and pranc ' d around, And knocked things down upon the ground. To chase a spool was his delight, And then to run with all his might Over the spool a flying vault. Then down the stairs, a somersault. He loved to see his shadow flee. For it could run as fast as he; And as he scampered here and there, In all the world he had no care. There came a cat, big, black, and rough ! Alas! He killed our ball of fluff! It ' s lonely now he ' s gone above. For he was sweet — Saki ! My love ! , Forrest Burt. Trial By Jury " T HAVE been tried by Jury. " This is a thing few people, much less schoolgirls, are willing to boast of, and we are inclined to shun those we know to have been tried in court. Yet here am I, a schoolgirl, accepted by you, in the midst of you, and yet I have been found guilty in court. If I were to sign my name at the end of this little epistle, would I find myself alone in the gym to-morrow morning? Would I be passed by as if I had some catching disease? I fear so, yet I will risk telling you this story in the hope that perhaps you will sympathize with me and will take my part. Sometime ago, it might he yesterday, the way it has imprinted itself on my mind, a long paper was handed to me, informing me that my presence was desired on such and such a day, at such I 70 J and such an hour in the court room. So I was to he punished at last! Have you ever done some- thing you know is wrong and waited and waited for the punishment that you know to be inevitable, and still hoping that it will not come? So it was with me and the length of time that it had taken had served to make the fear of what was to come all the greater. I can still see the court room. There was perfect silence when I entered, all heads turned towards " Me. " The click of my heels on the hard floor seemed to sound and resound. In looking around the room to try and find a friendly face I found myself looking straight at the jury, and the look on their faces only heightened my anxiety. Then looking up I suddenly met the judge ' s eyes, and they seemed to be boring through and through me. At an ordinary time I should have laughed at him for he was a round fat tub of a man, with little wisps of red hair showing under his wig. As a matter of fact they all appeared fat except for the opposing lawyer who was very thin, with a long cadaverous face and startlingly hollow eyes, that seemed to recede right into the back of his head. I was next made to sit on a chair not very far from where the judge was sitting, so that when- ever I looked up I caught his eye, almost glaring upon me. I had always considered a judge as a person who gave the impression of partiality, but I lost the illusion that day. In a da2;e I heard, witness after witness take the stand, long speeches from both lawyers, and I have a vague recol ' lection of speaking myself. Then came the time when the jury filed out of the jury box, and a slight hum began to rise from the direction of the spectators. Then . . . oh, dreadful moment! A little white slip was in the judge ' s hand, and I was standing beneath him, every word came like a knife cutting through the air . . . " They find you guilty . . . and condemn you to play the hymns every Sunday and to write a letter at their dictation to Dorothy Dix . . . The Court is dismissed. " It was a school jury and court, and the crime was a prank on April Fool ' s Day! D. Wright. Riddles 1. Q. — Why is Frances like the husband of a countess? A. — Because she is an Earl(e). 2. Q. — Who is dense? A. — Forrest. 3. Q. — Why is Dora never in the wrong? A. — Because she is always (W)right. , 4. Q. — Why is Margaret pretty? A. — Because she is Sweet. 5. Q. — Why does Bernice remind you of a Village Blacksmith? A. — Because she is Big(ley). 6. Q. — Why was Margaret not in the Industrial Revolution? A. — Because she is Slack. 7. Q. — Why is Betty like molasses in winter? A. — Because she is so slow. 8. Q. — Why does Ruth remind you of a grandmother? A. — Because she is a regular English Gramma(r). 9. Q. — Why does Es telle remind you of a volcano? A. — Because she is always bubbling over. J. Thirlaway. Ten Minutes of " House Sounds " T AM sitting in a schoolroom at present, listening with great interest to " House Sounds. " The first thing I hear, is Miss Hicks, as she vigorously writes down the half-term marks. The next thing I hear, is our little Betty groaning like a muttering volcano, over her much hated " Maths. " Betty does not find this particular branch of knowledge very fascinating, so the noises are rather of an unhappy nature. The next issue of sound comes from Margaret, as she rustles her scribbler in hope of inspiration. This also is not a happy sound, but what could anyone expect in a school- I 71 ] room? Next comes the sharp grinding of teeth. It is only our Httle Estelle as she unravels the mysteries of more French verbs. (Betty has now finished her " Maths. " j J wait with bated breath! What will the next sound be? Sure enough it is Betty, with stoic countenance, glaring fixedly (and stupidly) with unseeing eyes. I suppose her " Limen " is in front of her eyes. Five minutes of my time are up. " Oh! sounds, why don ' t you come? " At last here crjmes a novelty. It is a quick step in the corridor. " Who can it be? " It is not a sedate step, but rather of a lurching species. I know it must be the janitor, on his speedy journey to clean some distant form-room. Ah! here comes something different. It is a shrill yell. Probably some rowdy urchin, playing Mr. Night Hawk out on Simpson Street. (Quite likely there is a long ' suffering mother ignorant of the fact). Here comes something different from former differences. The telephone has just rung. Miss Treweek arises, and answers. From the sounds issuing from the hall, it seems as if there were an idiot at the other end of the wire. Miss Treweek comes back rather bothered. No sooner has she seated herself, when it begins again. Bernice is allowed the honoured privilege of answering the noisy instrument. She comes back with the interesting information, that someone must be playing a joke, for as soon as she picked up the receiver it was hung up at the other end. My time is now up. This has been a summary of the sounds, that came to my ears, during ten minutes of " study time, " the medium of recordings being my brain. Ruth Mallory. The Bridge of Sighs We have a staircase here in " Traf; " In such a dreadful spot it lies! It is the stair ' twixt House and School, We all call it the Bridge of Sighs. How many girls have trod those steps. In years that now have gone and fled? How many souls have sighed thereon, That now are numbered with the dead? The stairs are not unusual. For they ' re just boards of lifeless wood. But they possess a spectre ghost. Who ' d like to get you if he could. When youVe not done your lessons well, Your heart within you weakly cries, " Oh how I wish I ' d done my work. And safely passed the Bridge of Sighs! " Bernice Bigley. The Garden " p VERYONE knows what the garden looks like, but, I wonder, does everyone know just what it means to the Boarders? If not, I hope these pictures of the garden at various seasons will give an idea of how much it means to us. This is how it appeared one day last fall. The golden autumn sun was shining gloriously over the garden. The lawn and tennis courts were already strewn with fallen leaves, but there were yet many more on the trees. One gorgeous red and yellow maple flamed against the blue heavens. The wind was driving little fluffy clouds across the sky, and hurrying the dead leaves over the garden. As we played, the colored leaves fell like gigantic snowflakes, dotting the green lawn with red and orange. Occasionally a cloud hid the sun for a little while. Soon however, it shone out beautifully again, flooding the garden with its soft golden light. In winter the garden presented quite a different appearance. The snow was falling in big, thick flakes. Already the garden was quite white, and very beautiful. The sun had set long ago [ 72 ] but it still appeared quite bright outside. The white snow reflected the Hght from the street lamp over the garden. The trees and shrubs were bending low under their burden of snow. The wind was raging round the house. Now and again a sharp crack told of some branch that had given away under the strain. No sound of man, bird, or beast was heard; only the sound of the wind, and the ceaseless, driving snow. But the garden was loveliest in the spring. The long rays of the setting sun shone over the garden. A few little pinky clouds were floating in the sky overhead. All was silent except for the soft twittering of a robin. The grass was beginning to look very green again. The garden beds were full of little green shoots; in one place there was a mass of tiny blue flowers. Some of the trees already had that filmy appearance which comes before the leaves themselves. Now and again the stillness was broken by the sound of a voice from the tennis courts at the foot of the garden. In the distance could be heard the murmur of the busy city, but that seemed very far away indeed. A gentle breeze swayed the smallest branches of the tree, and a few dead leaves rustled on the gound. As the sun sank the sky became a deeper and deeper blue. Night was falling now. The feathery branches of the still naked trees stood out against the dark velvety sky. A last sleepy twitter of a robin was heard just as the first star twinkled in the sky. Forrest Burt. The House Menagerie At Traf we have some animals In fact, a whole menagerie, And of these famous pets of ours A little glimpse we ' ll let you see. The First in line is Frannie ' s pet, Who is a big, black fluffy cat. And then comes Urpie, Harpo ' s dog With whom the kitten loves to spat. Now Dora has an elephant And Margie ' s mascot is a pig. The former one is made of brass. The latter ' s name is Higglywig. " Woof-woof " says Rascal, naughty dog He is Bernice ' s Scotty dear — Jean ' fc darling is a TeddyBear And he loves mischief too, I fear. 1 73 ] The proud possession of Miss Burt Estelle ' s pet is a different kind Js Bunker, who ' s a checkered dog, And it is known as MickeyMouse, And next is Bettys turtle, small, And last is " Dfjrmie, " Ruth ' s hi pup. Which she calls little Hogglywog. Who is the Mascot of the House. Bernice Bigley, Frances Earle. Trafalgar Boarders To tell you something of our life Is what I ' d like to do. Rising bells, and dinner bells Are heard, and walk bells too; As every girl who ' s living here Would quickly tell you true. From far and near the Boarders come To join our happy throng; April brought an English lass So now we are ten strong. Little ones there are, and big; (There ' s one who ' s never wrong!) Games of many kinds we play; We really have such fun! As soon as lessons finished are Up to the gym we run. Reading is another thing Of which a lot is done. But all the girls who live here now I think you ' d like to meet. Our oldest girl, and Head Girl, too, Is red ' haired Margaret Sweet. Another Margaret there is, too, And Betty, who ' s quite slow; Ruth has the longest legs, I ' m sure; The rate that she can go ! Daring Frances and Bernice Are very hard to beat; Estelle and Jean the Juniors are; (Their room, I hope, is neat). Rather tall is Dora Wright, And she knows how to sew. Such girls as these I am quite sure You would be glad to know. Nocturnal Noises (Heard hy a Boarder) T 7HEN one desires sleep at night after a hard day ' s work, it is extremely annoying to be kept awake by A VOICE, loud and terrible, shrieking with terrified gasps, " There ' s a mouse under my bed; a mouse; a mouse! " It might even be said to be nerve racking until the owner of the voice is found to be talking in her sleep. FooTSTEi ' s are not infrequent and may be those of a sleep-walker, the night watchman, or who knows who? {Continued on page 76) [ 74 ] Forrest Burt. bEPTEHbLK I 2- BOARDERS RETURnE O • 3- DAY SCHOO L HDU5E CHRDNICLE5 FEBRUARY 7_ THE COMOO UlE RS a f- 3KIIINC VhE PRIMCE5S AND THE SWiNEHERO " XI- STEPHEN LEAcaCk ' S l-ECTORE » W OICKENS mo wortEN □CTOBER (3 _ thamkscivimg Week end |if_ picN(C AT 5AIMT H£(_e:m ' ' s island _ TRAFALGAR DAY 14.- S NOW STORM n- HALLOWE ' EM Pa I9T V NDVEMBEK fa- LAST Outdoor. B ASKET0ALL tX- PLORA AND FAUMAv EXHIBITION «( " 16 - E HJAH- 30- STAINED CLASS EIXHISITIOM JANUAKY q - 30ARDE RS RETO R N E D 10- DAY 5CHOOl_ OPENED 13- CHARLEY ' S AUNT 31 - FIRST SKATINC MARCH f-|_AST SKATirsiG 5- XTURBI RECITAU Iff- 16 QYM. DE MO i 4 STRATI© » a aa ' ' THE PlEO PIPER " i3 ' ' TME MERCHAMT OP V EMICE " a? EA5TER HOLlOAYS APRIL 10 - eOAROEI?5 RetuRm e o ll-OAY SCHOOL OPEMED •3-BlRO LECTURE ■20-LE5 PREClEUSeS R(0«CULE5 " A%- FJR5T TENUIS DECEMBER 5_5ll ARTHUR CURRie ' S F UINIE R Al_ - Piano Recital 15- SCHOOL RECITAU aO-C HRlSTMAiS H OL 1 D AY S mi n34 |. ME W FENCC eECuM ta.- Guide RallY 18- JULIUS CAESAR SWE£T [ 75 ] Cats are one of the main pleasures of the night and either amuse one with lonely, eerie sounds or solos on the back fence, or fight with a fierceness which raises the hair and the temper. (Personally, I always keep a few old shoes handy). Creakings of the tired, old house play no small part in the nightly noises. Fire engines clanging along Sherbrooke serve to send more shivers down one ' s spine if one is not already half limp with exhaustion. Doors bang to and fro in the wind. Windows rattle. Of course one need not fear these noises except when one is restless and cannot sleep. The boarders are rarely troubled with insomnia as one can tell by their deep, melodious Snoring. Betty McCrory. Our Happy Band of Nine When we are Boarders we are gay; We always want to run and play. Our nice head girl is Margaret Sweet; You know, she leads us on the street. And then there ' s Dora Pattle Wright, To her a joke is pure delight. Dear Forrest is extremely kind, A nicer girl you could not find. Our next member is cute Bernice; It can ' t be said she is obese. Now Margaret Slack is good at Art, And for the " Mag. " she ' s done her part. Then comes our dark-haired Franny Earle; Who makes the notes so swiftly whirl. Our Betty she is very neat In House and School and on the street. Dear Ruth is fond of teaching us. And when we ' re wrong she makes a fuss. Now English Jean just loves to laugh, And is quite glad she ' s come to " Traf. " So there ' s our happy band of nine, Well, don ' t you think we ' re rather fine? Estelle Hargreaves. [ 76 I A Tribute to the late Mrs. D. G. MacGregor As the Magazine goes to Press, word has been received of the sudden death of an old friend, who was not known personally to the present girls, but who played an important part in the early history of the School. Mrs. D. G. MacGregor was Lady Housekeeper for twelve years, and many old girls will remember her charming manner, and bright and cheery ways, for she was a good friend to all, and taught them both by precept and example. When she resigned in 190a, to return to her home in Hamilton, to minister to her aged mother, her resignation was received with great regret by the Governors, and the late Miss Grace Fairley, who was Principal of the School at the time, for they realized what it meant to have a lady of such qualifications in charge of the girls. When her mother died, Mrs. MacGregor devoted herself to good works in the city of Hamilton. During her residence in Montreal, she attended St. Paul ' s Presbyterian Church, but her membership was in St. Paul ' s Church, Hamilton, and for many years she has been invaluable to her home Church, and particularly to the Women ' s Missionary Society, to which she gave much of her time. Her friends here, and in Hamilton, mourn her loss, but rejoice that she now " rests from her labours — and her works do follow her. " Martha L. Brown. Answer to Crossword Puzzle 1 77 ] McGILL Eight of our last year ' s Sixth passed the Matriculation Examination in June. Gary Horner won the Trafalgar Scholarship, taking Second Place in the examination. Barbara Hyland, Nancy Bonnar, Constance Hagar, Grace Read, Helen Roy, Betty Ogilvie and Eleanor Henry passed the full examination, while Anna Thompson, Aubrey Leach, Beatrice Taylor, Joan Bann, and Garol Jennings completed the requirements in September. Of these Helen Roy, Edith Angus, Betty Ogilvie, Nancy Bonnar, Beatrice Taylor, Gary Horner, Joan Bann, Grace Read, Eleanor Henry, Garol Jennings are now doing first-year work at McGill. Second year — Jocelyn Bruce, Margaret Hale, Nora Hankin, Joan Henry, Beverley Hughes, Su2;anne Kohl, Mary Malcolm, Peggy McKay, Shirley Stevenson, Vivian Stewart, Ann Sweeny, Barbara Tims, Dorothy Walker, Betty Forrest, and Gonstance Grier. Third year — Evelyn Bryant, Norma Roy, Betty Brookfield, Betty Safford, Olive Gameron, Deborah Barbour, Morna O ' Neill and Jean Harvie. Jean continues to do splendid work in Glassies, and we have high hopes of her next year ! Fourth year — We offer our hearty congratulations to the following girls who have just received their Degrees: — Alma Howard, B.A., First ' Glass Honours in Botany, Second-Glass Honours in Zoology. Alice Johannsen, B.A., Second-Glass Honours in Geology. Betty Hurry, B.A., First-Glass Honours in French and Second-Glass Honours in English. Gynthia Badn, B.A. Audrey Doble, B.A. Janet Gameron, B.A. Florence McMurtry, B.A. Nora Miner, B.A. Lorraine Slessor, B.A. Gretchen Tooke, B.A. Sallie Ward Taylor, B.A. Kathlyn Stanley, B.A. I 7« ] TEACHING Many Trafalgarians are now engaged in teaching. Wenonah Beswick, Doreen Harvie- Jellie, Isobel Holland, Marion Brisbane, Kathleen Williams, and Doris Robinson are teaching in the City Schools. Nora Miner, who has just graduated from McGill has secured a post at Shawinigan High School. We congratulate her. Isabel Elliott has now a permanent position on the Staff of the High School, Prescott. Marion Ross, who has been on the Staff of Miss Edgar ' s School for several years, is leaving this June. We congratulate her on her approaching marriage to Dr. Edward MacMahon. Ruth Sprenger is taking the course in Education at Macdonald College, and hopes to get a post in September. We were glad to have Nora Collyer back with us for some classes in Art this term, and Muriel Bedford-Jones as Form Mistress of Upper II is a great help in School. NURSING Eleanor Cowans, Elizabeth Train, Carol Ross, Monica Hill and Barbara Haydon are at the General Hospital, where they are enjoying their work very much. Helen McLaggan is continuing her training at the Royal Victoria Hospital, but Marjorie Evans gave up her work this spring. Margaret Anderson has been accepted at the General Hospital, O ttawa. Megan Owen is now fully qualified as a Trained Attendant. GIRL GUIDES The School has been fortunate in having its Company oiiicered from the beginning by Old Girls. For several years Helen Ogilvie has been Captain, and the girls owe much to her enthusiasm and devotion. Last season she was ably seconded by Peggy Chapman. Jean Darling is now Captain of the i8th Company at Pointe St. Charles. Helen Drummond (Mrs. Henderson) has a Company at the High School. Eileen Ross (a Blue Corder) has a Company at the Shriners ' Hospital. ABROAD Betty DeBrisay and her mother, also an Old Girl (Ethel Dobell) are spending the summer in Switzerland. Anne Byers, who did so well in French at McGill last year, spent the winter in Paris, studying at the Sorbonne. Eunice Meekison is doing secretarial work in the International Labour Office at Geneva. Jean McGown is spending the summer abroad, and will visit Stratford and Oberammergau. Griselda Archibald is still at Westonburt, and hopes to take her Matriculation next year. Kathleen Kay is at school in England. We hear from Japan of the birth of a daughter to Gwen Roberts (Mrs. Norman). Jane Howard (Mrs. Christopher ' Bryson) writes interesting letters of her life in Arrah, India, where an earthquake greeted her shortly after her arrival! Winnifred Kydd is now in London, where she was presented at Their Majesties ' First Court in May. Edythe Cochrane is spending the summer in England. Margaret Allan spent the winter in Scotland and Switzerland. Jean Harvie has gone to Bermuda where she will stay for a couple of months. GENERAL NEWS We congratulate Winnifred Kydd on being appointed Dean of Women at Queen ' s University, Kingston. Several of our Old Girls have positions in McGill. Janie Spier has been Instructor in Botany for some years, while Esther England and Norah Sullivan (Mrs. Glassford) are in the English Department. Marguerite Benny (Mrs. Caldwell) is in the Law Library, and Beatrice Howell [ 79 ] has a post in the Medical Library. Katharine Hogle is in the office of the Canadian Medical Association Journal. Ruth Whitley is Assistant in the office the Dean of Arts and Sciences. Laura Robertson is secretary to Mr. Matthews, the Rej istrar, and A(jiji j;y Eluh is in the Bursar ' s office. Mary Strachan and Katharine Wood are in the Graduates ' Society office. Many of our Old Girls have been active in the work of the Junior League. Margaret Mitchell is Director of Region I, a great honour as she is the first Canadian to hold this post. Eileen Peters is President, Ruth Seeley is Second Vice-President, Jean Peters, Catherine Robinson and Celeste Belnap are on the Board of Management, while Marjorie Lynch is Assistant Treasurer and on the Finance Committee. Helen Ritchie is Recording Secretary. Other girls who have done a great deal of work are Pauline Mitchell, Lois Birks, Jean Darling, Edith Jaques, Elizabeth Stanway, Connie Mussel, Eileen Mitchell, Lois Wynn, Lorraine Mowat, Helen Stewart, Margaret Stewart, Norma Roy, Betty DeBrisay, Mary Durley, Dorothy Ward. Edith A Wood is an assistant in the Medical Clinic at the Children ' s Memorial Hospital. Pauline Mitchell is working new in the Metabolism Department of the Montreal General Hospital, where Eleanor Bazin is assistant to Dr. Rabinovitch. Agnes Hill is laboratory assistant in haematology to Dr. Joseph Kaufmann of the Royal Victoria Hospital. Helen Hendery, who graduated from McGill last year, has been taking the course in Social Service at McGill during the winter. Louisa Fair has been President of the McGill Alumnae and her success in that office is shown by the fact that she has been re-elected for the coming year. Muriel Bedford-Jones has been elected corresponding secretary. Frances Prissick has returned from Ottawa and has decided to study medicine at McGill. Several Old Girls have been taking an active interest in the Drama. Janet Smart graduated from the London Academy of Dramatic Art, and has been acting in Ottawa during the winter. Jean Worden (Mrs. ElHs) is in charge of the costumes at the Montreal Repertory Theatre, where Harriet Colby has done a good deal of acting during the winter. Deborah Barbour and Audrey Shearer have acted frequently in the McGill productions. Marguerite Dorken is to be congratulated on her work in connection with the production of the Holy Grail, a mystery play, for which she designed and made the costumes. Peggy Chapman is joining Miss Hazell in her splendid work in Western Canada. She has been promised the exciting work of driving a motor truck in very remote places. Cicely Jack continues to enjoy the life at Macdonald College, and often pays a visit to the School when she is in town. Jean Aird and Jean Robinson are also taking courses at Macdonald. We were glad to see Elisabeth Elliott when she was visiting Montreal. Sylvia Frink (Mrs. Morton) came to see us with her husband, Captain R. E. A. Morton, shortly after her marriage on their way to Calgary where he is stationed. It was pleasant to see Ernestine Ellis (Mrs. Riordon) at the Gymnastic Demonstration with her small son, Roderick. Eleanor Bishop (Mrs. Acer) and Marjorie Ellis (Mrs. Loomis) both brought their daughters the same afternoon. Marjory Doble (Mrs. Baillon) is also home from Africa. Many girls are taking a business course these days. Mary Cross, Constance Hagar, Elizabeth Frazer, Margaret Sadler, Lorna Sharpe and Jessie Hill are all very busy studying shorthand and typing, and fitting themselves for office work. Cynthia Jennings is doing commercial art work. Margaret Stewart is secretary to Miss Mackenzie, Principal of the Montreal High School. Helen Jennings, Eleanor McBride and Rosamund Perry are in The T. Eaton Co., while Beatrice Harvey is in the office of The Robert Simpson Co. Doreen Flannagan is working in the office of her brother. Dr. Cyril Flannagan. Shirley Stevenson won the championship in Archery at McGill this season. The Ritchie twins have been distinguishing themselves at Basketball. They are also taking courses in dress designing and dressmaking. [ «0 1 MARRIAGES HARDY-GREEN SAUNDERS-HO W AR D BULMER-MILLS TAYLOR-WARD HOEN-STOCKING MORTON-FRINK RAMSAY-McAVITY OLMSTEAD-MacGREGOR HALL-LUNDON ATTO-ROWLEY AIREY-MURRAY BROOKFIELD-SULLIVAN PHILPOTT-SUMNER DUTHIE-WILSON MOWATT-LARMINIE On May 23rd, lyjj, Phyllis Green to Bouden Hardy. On July 15th, 1933, Evelyn Howard to John Saunders. On August 20th, 1933, Kathleen Mills to William H. Bulmer. On August 24th, 1933, Sallie E. Ward to Bertram W. Taylor. On September 9th, 1933, Nancy Stocking to Dr. Thomas T. Hoen. On September 23rd, 1933, Sylvia C. Frink to Captain R. E. A. Morton, Lord Strathcona ' s Horse. On October nth, 1933, Viola McAvity to George Werner Ramsay. On October 21st, 1933, Helen MacGregor to Dr. Shirley H. Olmstead. On December 6th, 1933, Florence Lundon to George Albert Hall. On January 27th, 1934, Annie Rowley to Clayton Atto. On February 14th, 1934, Ruth E. Murray to Henry Talbot Airey. On April 6th, 1934, Sheilagh Sullivan to Donald Brookfield. On April 28th, 1934, Marguerite Sumner to Dr. Newell Philpott. On May 12th, 1934, Marion Wilson to William Falding Duthie. On May 22nd, 1934, Greta Christine Stewart Larminie to Erskine A. Mowatt. " KERR ' S " Supply every requirement for Canadian Compliments of Sports BARIL ' STRATH both Summer and JVinter 1412 Drummond Street LA. 4493 Customers feel that Quality is assured R. W. KERR LIMITED 1246 St. Catherine Street West Phone MArqueite Sjyg [ 81 ] Staff Directory Miss Gumming, Trafalgar School, 3495 Simpson St., Montreal. Miss Bryan, Trafalgar School, 3495 Simpson St., Montreal. Miss Abbott, 505 Pine Avenue, Montreal. Mlle. Adam, 2060 St. Luke Street, Montreal. Miss Balmforth, 646 Melrose Avenue, Verdun. Miss Thornycroft Booth, Trafalgar School, 3495 Simpson St., Montreal. Miss Brady, 3575 Durocher St., Montreal. Miss Bunyan, 1659 Sherbrooke St., Montreal. Miss Cam, 3622 Lorne Crescent, Montreal. Miss Cowan, Trafalgar School, 3495 Simpson St., Montreal. Mlle. Dillon, 1176 St. Mark Street, Montreal. Miss Hicks, 3610 Lorne Crescent, Montreal. Miss Florence Hood, 55 Thornhill Avenue, N.D.G. Miss Bedford Jones, University Women ' s Club, 3492 Peel St., Montreal. Mlle. Juge, Trafalgar School, 3495 Simpson St., Montreal. Miss Lawson, 4084 Hampton Avenue, N.D.G. Mrs. Leonard, 3498 Walkley Avenue, N.D.G. Miss Lewis, 1538 St. Matthew Street, Montreal. Mrs. Norris, 4084 Hampton Avenue, N.D.G. Miss Harriet Prutsman, 1843 Dorchester Street West, Montreal. Miss Randall, Trafalgar School, 3495 Simpson St., Montreal. Miss Swales, 4081 Dorchester Street West, Montreal. Miss Treweek, Trafalgar School, 3495 Simpson St., Montreal. School Directory A ADAIR, HELEN, 502 Lansdowne Ave., Westmount. ADAMS, EMILY, 220 Brock Ave. N., Montreal West. AIRD, HELEN, 125 Brock Ave., Montreal West. ALLAN, AMY, 500 Wood Ave., Westmount. B BAIZ, EMITA, 1659 Sherbrooke St. W., Montreal. BAIZ, MARNJITA, 1659 Sherbrooke St. W., Montreal. 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. N., Montreal West. BECKEH, JOAN, 418 Wood Ave., Westmount. BERENS, LYN, 3422 Stanley St., Montreal. BIGLEY, BERNICE, 27 De Casson Road, Montreal. BINGHAM, NANCY, 8 Redpath Row, Montreal. BIRKS, JOYCE, 1547 Pine Ave., Montreal. BLAIR, SHIRLEY, 828 Pratt Ave., Outremont. BOYD, PEGGY, Ste. Anne de Bellevue, Que. BRODIE, BETTY, 4710 Roslyn Ave., Westmount. 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. BURROWS, BETTY, 5152 Notre Dame de Grace Ave., Montreal. C CAMERON, JOANN, 4040 Harvard Ave., N.D.G. CAMERON, LOIS, 4040 Harvard Ave., N.D.G. CAMPBELL, AILSA, 56 Cornwall Ave., Mount Royal, Que. CARMICHAEL, ALISON, 9 De Casson Road, Montreal. CHAMBERS, MARGOT, 23 Barat Road W., Montreal. CHILDS, AILEEN, 4149 Beaconsfield Ave., Montreal. CQGHILL, FRANCES, 562 Victoria Ave., Westmount. CRABTREE, ELEANOR, 46 Curzon Ave., Montreal West. CRAIG, BEREATH, 5454 Queen Mary Road, Montreal. CREELMAN, KATHERINE, 1444 Sherbrooke St. W., Montreal. CRONYN, JUANITA, 784 Up. Belmont Ave., Montreal. CURRY, PATRICIA, 662 Murray Hill, Montreal. D DANN, DOREEN, 4095 Cote des Neiges Road, Montreal. DAVIS, AMY, 1374 Sherbrooke St. W., Montreal. DAVIS, JUNE, 1374 Sherbrooke St. W., Montreal. DE MERRALL, PATRICIA, 20 Renfrew Ave., Westmount. DE LA PLANTE, RUTH, 5599 Queen Mary Road, Hampstead. DETTMERS, MARGUERITE, 4348 Westmount Ave., Westmount. DODD, ANNE, 209 Carlyle Ave., Mount Royal, Que. DODDS, ROMA, 58 Belvedere Road, Westmount. DONNELLY, JEAN, 3010 Westmount Ave., Westmount. DRIVER, LORRAINE, 517 Roslyn Ave. Westmount. DU BQIS, JACQUELINE, 488 Argyle Ave., Westmount. DUMARESO, JANICE, 1544 Mackay St., Montreal. DUNLOP, JOAN, 130 Clandeboye Ave., Montreal. DUNLOP, LOIS, 130 Clandeboye Ave., Montreal. I 82 I E EARLE, FRANCES, 3011 Cedar Ave., Montreal. EDEN, MARJORIE, 688 Grosvenor Ave., Westmount. ELDER, ELIZABETH, 18 de Casson Road, Montreal. ELDER, PEGGY, 3738 Cote des Neiges Road, Montreal. ELLIOT, JANE, 3538 Grey Ave., N.D.G. F FISHER, DIANA, 22 Richelieu Place, Montreal. FISHER, MARGARET, 57 Thornhill Ave., Montreal. FITZHARDINGE, BETTY, 123 Union Blvd., St. Lambert, Que. FORBES, ELIZABETH, 1 535 Shcrbrooke St., Montreal. FORSYTHE, ANNABEL, 74 Sunnyside Ave., Montreal. FREEMAN, PHOEBE ANN, 4870 Cote des Neiges Road, Montreal. G GARLAND, MARGARET, 164 Wolseley Ave., Montreal West. GIBBS, GRACE MARGARET, 4219 Western Ave., Montreal. GREENFIELD, HELEN, 25 Redpath Place, Montreal. GRIER, GEORGINA, 1444 Redpath Crescent, Montreal. H HALE, PRISCILLA, 38 Lazard Ave., Mount Royal, Que. HARGREAVES, ESTELLE, 1488 Fort St., Montreal. HARRINGTON, JANET, 24 Ramezay Road, Montreal. HARVEY, SHIRLEY, 3507 Vendome Ave., N.D.G. HASKELL, BARBARA, 621 Lansdowne Ave,, Westmount. HENDERSON, GWEN, 594 Cote St. Antoine Road, Montreal. HENRY, ELIZABETH, 4373 Westmount Ave., Westmount. HENRY, PHYLLIS, 4373 Westmount Ave., Westmount. HENSHAW, HELEN, 1509 Sherbrooke St. W,, Montreal. HERSEY, MADELINE, 364 Metcalfe Ave., Montreal. HEWARD, MARION, 10 Anworth Road, Westmount. HEWARD, MARJORIE, 462 Mountain St., Westmount. HIGGINS, JEAN, 4862 Victoria Ave., Westmount. HILL, JOYCE, 9 Lakeside Ave., Pte. Claire, Que. HILL, KATHERINE, 2257 Clifton Ave., Montreal. HODGES, GAIL, 743 Up. Roslyn Ave., Westmount. HOWARD, SYLVIA, 28 Summit Crescent, Westmount. HOWARD, WILMA, 28 Summit Crescent, Westmount. IRELAND, EILEEN, 4347 Westmount Ave,, Westmount. J JAMES, GWENNE, 1455 Tower Ave., Montreal. JAQUES, ANNE, 528 Victoria Ave., Westmount. JARMAN, AUDREY, 78 Chesterfield Ave., N.D.G. K KAUFMANN, PEGGY, 3449 Grey Ave., N.D.G. KERR, ROSEMARY, 4031 Marlowe Ave., N.D.G. KER, VALERIE, 4754 Westmount Ave., Westmount. KIRCHER, JOANNE, 234 Strathearn Ave., Montreal West. L LANE, ELEANOR, 14 Parkside Place, Cote des Neiges Road, Montreal. LANG, DAPHNE, 1468 Bishop St., Montreal. LANG, DEUDRE, 1468 Bishop St., Montreal. LAWES, IRENE, 31 Thurton Ave., Hampstead. LeMERCIER, MARY, 384 Wood Ave., Westmount. LeMESURIER, ALICE, 43 Arlington Ave., Westmount. LUNDON, MARGARET, 1501 Crescent St., Montreal. LYMAN, FAITH, 1369 Redpath Crescent, Montreal. LYSTER, ALISON, 606 Grosvenor Ave., Westmount. M MACKAY, MARY, 119 Wolseley Ave., Montreal West. MACKENZIE, ISABEL, 3791 McTavish St., Montreal. MACKENZIE, CATHERINE, 3060 Westmount Blvd., Montreal. MACLACHLAN, NANCY, 1 Grenville Ave., Westmount. MacLAREN, ELIZABETH, 5064 Notre Dame de Grace, Montreal MacMILLAN, MARIAN, 503 Argyle Ave., Montreal. MacMILLAN, PEGGY, 503 Argyle Ave.. Westmount. MALLORY, RUTH, 105 Wolseley Ave., Montreal West. MARLER, ELIZABETH, 3778 Cote des Neiges Road, Montreal. MARSHALL, IVAN, 357 Brock Ave. N., Montreal West. MARTIN, SYLVIA, 422 Mt. Stephen Ave., Westmount. MATHER, MARY, 5583 Queen Mary Road, Montreal. MATHER, GRACE, 5583 Queen Mary Road, Montreal. McCRORY, BEHY, 2070 Peel St., Westmount. McCURDY, DIANA, 11 Severn Ave., Montreal. McCURDY, MARGARET, 1576 Summerhill Ave., Westmount. McGIBBON, MARY, 718 Hartland Ave., Outremont. MacFARLANE, ALMA, 637 Sydenham Ave., Westmount. MEEHIN, MARILYN, 11844 Notre Dame St., Pointe aux Trembles. MERRIL, PAMELA, 529 Lansdowne Ave., Montreal. MERRIL, JULIA. 529 Lansdowne Ave. Montreal MILLS, MARION, 4159 Old Orchard Ave,, N D.G. MITCHELL, HARRIET, Chateau Apts., F. 101, Montreal. MONCEL, RENEE, 47 Rosemount Ave., Westmount. MONTGOMERY, MARGARET, 3590 Vendome Ave., N.D.G. MONTGOMERY, AGNES, 3590 Vendome Ave., N.D.G. MOORE, IRENE, 2090 Sherbrooke St. W., Apt. 7, Westmount. MURRAY, NANCY, 36 Linton Apts., Montreal. N NEWELL, MARGARET, 4052 Wilson Ave., N.D.G, NICOL, NANCY, 4757 Grosvenor Ave., Westmount. O OLIVER, MARIE, 440 Strathcona Ave., Westmount. OLIVER, RUTH 4115 West Hill Ave., Montreal. P PATTISON, BABS, 3010 Westmount Blvd., Westmount. PIERS, DIANA, 10 Weredale Park, Montreal. PITFIELD, MARY GRACE SARGRAY, Cartierville, Que. PLANT, PATRICIA, 4 St. Joseph Street, Dorval, Que. PORTEOUS, JANET, 48 Holton St., Westmount. R RAYNER, RUTH, 121 39th Ave., Lachine, Que. READ, EVELYN, 123 Brock Ave. N., Montreal West, REDPATH, JOAN, 4 Parkside Place, Cote des Neiges Road, Montreal, REID, ALISON, 102 Vivian Ave., Mount Royal, Que. REISER, MARIE, 4727 Westmount Blvd., Westmount. RITCHIE, JEAN, 724 Lansdowne Ave., Westmount. ROBINSON, DOREEN, 4711 Grosvenor Ave., Westmount. ROBINSON, MONA, 4711 Grosvenor Ave., Westmount. ROBINSON, MARJORIE, 1454 Crescent St., Montreal. RONALDS, BARBARA, 3421 Peel St., Montreal. ROSS, ELAINE, 56 Up. Bellevue Ave., Montreal. ROSS, MARGARET, 5027 Sherbrooke St., Westmount. S SAUNDERS, MARGARET, 624 Dunlop Ave., Montreal. SAUNDERSON, HELEN, 14 Melbourne Ave., Westmount. SCHNAUFER, JOYCE, 484 Strathcona Ave,, Montreal. SCRIMGER, CHARLOHE, 1389 Redpath Crescent, Montreal. SCRIMGER, JEAN, 1389 Redpath Crescent, Montreal. SEELY, JANE, 1636 Seaforth Ave,, Montreal. SHARP, ELIZABETH, 610 Carlton Ave., Westmount. SHAW, ANNE, 69 Clandeboye Ave., Montreal. SHAW, ELIZABETH, 69 Clandeboye Ave., Montreal, SHAW, PEGGY, 3466 Peel St., Montreal. SHORE, MARGARET, 1474 Fort St., Montreal. SIMPSON, MARGERY, 4107 Hampton Ave., Montreal. SLACK, MARGARET, Waterloo, Que. SMART, ALISON, 792 Cote St, Catherine Road, Montreal. SMART, ELSPETH, 792 Cote St. Catherine Road, Montreal. SOPER, ANNE, 3246 Cedar Ave., Westmount. STEARNS, ANNE, 1514 McGregor St., Montreal. STEARNS, JOAN, 1511 McGregor St., Montreal. STEVENSON, KATHERINE, 1545 Drummond St., Montreal. STEWART, BARBARA, 631 Roslyn Ave., Westmount. STUART, MARY ELENA, 58 Beverley Road, Mount Royal, Que. SWEET, MARGARET, Blue Mountain, Pictou County, N.S. SVENNINGSON, MARIE LOUISE, 636 Lansdowne Ave., West- mount. T TARLTON, JEAN, 750 McEachran Ave., Outremont. TAYLOR, JEAN, 26 41st Ave., Lachine, Que. TELFER, RUTH, 619 Lansdowne Ave., Westmount. THIRLAWAY, JEAN, 101 Piccadilly, London, England, THOMPSON, LILLIAN, 17 Willow Ave., Westmount. THOMSON, JOY, 3219 Westmount Blvd., Westmount. THORNTON, MEREDITH, 344 Kensington Ave., Montreal. TODD, MARGERY, 1589 MacGregor St., Montreal. TYNDALE, PEGGY, 115 Sunnyside Ave., Montreal. V VAUGHN, GLORIA, 1227 Sherbrooke St, W„ 75, Arcadia Apts., Montreal. VELLO, MILLICENT, 799 Up. Belmont Ave., Montreal. W WALKER, ISABEL, 3 Belvedere Road, Montreal. WALKER, MERCY, 4603 Wilson Ave,, Montreal. WALSH, JOAN, 5051 Glencairn Road, Montreal. WARD, BARBARA, 3564 Prud ' homme Ave., Montreal. WARD, BETTY, 1469 Drummond St., Apt. 66, Montreal. WEBBER, ALISON, 3730 Cote des Neiges Road, Montreal. WEEKS, KATHERINE, 4666 Victoria Ave., Montreal. WHITMORE, JACQUELINE, 5038 Victoria Ave., Westmount.. WICKES, BARBARA, 108 Kenaston Ave., Mount Royal, Que. WILKES, CYNTHIA, 2062 Vendome Ave., N D.G. WILKES, BARBARA, 2062 Vendome Ave,, N D.G. WILLIAMS, CHRISTINE, 1635 Selkirk Ave., Montreal. WILLIAMSON, HOPE, 623 Belmont Ave., Montreal. WILSON, ISABEL, 10 Richelieu Place, Montreal. WILSON, MARGARET, 57 Forden Ave., Westmount. WOOD, MARJORIE, 221 Clarke Ave,, Montreal. WRIGHT, DORA, 517 Roslyn Ave., Westmount. WRIGHT, GRACE, 517 Roslyn Ave., Westmount. WRIGHT, ALTHEA, 151 Brock Ave., Montreal West. WRIGHT, CAROL, 4293 Montrose Ave,, Westmount. WURTELE, GRACE, 756 Up. Lansdowne Ave,, Westmount. WURTELE, ISABELLA, 756 Up. Lansdowne Ave., Westmount. [ 83 ] I 84 ] A UTOGRAPHS CompUments of Ogilvie Flour Mills Co. Limited [ 85 ] Austin C. Stkad, C.A. John I ' atknson, C.A. Ai.astaik A. C OWan, c;.A. II. I). ( ' .ai ' I ' kkton, (I A. C. G. WAi.KACi;, C.A. (;oki)f N .S. Smai.i-, C.A. 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