Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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Trafalgar €choes 3Ttme4935 Dear Babs : There ' s more to gradu- ating than valedictories I ' m finding. Clothes for instance I need tons. So Mother and I have been practically living at Eaton ' s Young Montrealer ' s Shop. . they have the duckiest dresses and suits in lis to 17s.. meaning sizes not years When I think of our trip abroad and everything I need for it, I almost wilt until I remember what a help Eaton ' s values are. They have the sweetest guarantee " Goods Satisfactory or Money Refund- ed " . . which is marvellous if you happen to bring home the wrong shade of jewellery or a leather belt that doesn ' t quite fit. Enough of shopping. What are your plans for the week- end. Come and spend it with us . Love Mimi . «T. EATON C9, OF MONTREAL Compliments of Dent Harrison Sons LIMITED Bakers of the famous WONDER KRACKED WHEAT • DExter - - 3566 LAncaster - 5163 Fresh As the Morning Dew! 8 O ' Clock Coffee Largest selling coffee in the world mild and mellow Bokar Coffee The Coffee Supreme .... a vigorous and winey blend Red Circle Coffee A rich and full-bodied blend of choice coffees NO COFFEE CAN BE FRESHER SOLD ONLY IN A. P. Food Stores The Great ATLANTIC PACIFIC Tea Co. Limited of Canada God Save the King ! Ogilvy ' s joins the Empire in a hearty toast to the health of their most Gracious Majes- ties at this their Silver Jubilee. 1910 seems like a long way back to you young " folks at school " but when King George V ascended the throne in 1910, Ogilvy ' s was 44 years old. When Canada became a Dominion, way back in 1867, Ogilvy ' s was in its baby clothes — just one year old. But for all these years, Ogilvy ' s is still young and vigorous — and tremendously interested in young people and the things they like to wear — and the things they want for sport and out-door fun! Come and get acquainted with the store your Grand- mother always preferred-69 years old and still in its youth! JAS. A. OGILVY ' S LIMITED " The Friendly Store " MONTREAL Robinson Co. Confectioners 1653 ST. CATHERINE WEST MONTREAL " FROM ROLLS TO ROYAL FEAST " WEDDINGS, RECEPTIONS PARTIES AND AFTERNOON TEAS Phone FItzrov 6333 R. N. TAYLOR Co. Limited OPTICIANS Phone MArquette 7331 1122 St. Catherine Street West MONTREAL Best Quality Welsh and American Anthracite ALSO Lasalle Coke — Fuel Oil Suppliers to Homes of Montreal and Suburbs for Sixty Years. The Hartt Adair Coal Co., Limited DIRECT MINE AGENTS DOMINION SQUARE BUILDING HArbour 5151 " WE MAKE IT HOT FOR YOU " Compliments of Linde Canadian Refrigeration CO. LIMITED 355 ST. PETER ST. 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Senior Matriculatian, if desired, at end of first year. Complete laboratory work provided in all science subjeds. Co-educational. Equivalent programmes of study in the Evening Division enable the employed young man or woman to obtain a College education in leisure hour. Evening students may enroll for com- plete programmes or for single College courses in: Economics, English, Chemistry, Account- ancy, French, Advertising, Biology, Mathematics, Commercial Law, Modern History, History of Civilization, Physics, Public Speaking, Psychology, Survey of Science, Latin, German. Business School (Day and Evening) offer Secretarial, Stenographic and Business Training. Complete programmes or single subjects in Evening Division. Also four-year Evening High School, Evening Grammar School, and School of Fine and Applied Art (Day and Evening). Information and Catalogue from The Registrar, 1441 Drummond Street. MArquette 8331 Sir George Williams College chool Age Clothes It is because we realize clothes are an element of modern life and a psychological fulfilment that we have gone so thoroughly into the question. Slim girls, between-ages, " plumpies, " the maturer type, who while young in years have a grown-up air which would look ridicu- lous in childish clothes — all now have their own fashions which are to be found among the thrilling collection in our Juvenile Department. HENRY MORGAN AND CO. LIMITED CONTENTS PAGE His Majesty the King 12 Editorial - ' ' ' ' ' ' ' 14 Essay - 16 Literary ' ' ■ - - ' ' ' ' - 19 Correspondence FrancO ' Anglaise ' ' ' ' ' - 34 Art Notes 38 Junior Section - ' - ' 40 School Chronicle 48 Library Notes - ? ' ' ' ' ' ' 55 Guides 58 Sports - - - - 59 House - 66 Old Girls ' Notes ' ' 77 [ 9 ] JUNE 1935 VOLUME IX Trafalgar Ccfjoes! MAGAZINE STAFF Editor Sub ' Editor Secretary -Treasurer Katharine Stevenson Margaret Slack Phyllis Henry EXECUTIVE COMMITTEE Advertising Manager Art Representative Athletic Representative - House Representative Advisor to Magazine Staff Betty Henry Lillian Thompson Frances Earle Forrest Burt ' Miss Bryan CLASS REPRESENTATIVES Matriculation II. Upper VI. Upper V2. Form IVa. Grace Mather Betty McCrory Joan Dunlop Peggy Elder Upper IIb. Form IVb. Form IIIa. Form IIIb. Upper IIa. Betty Ward Margery Simpson Nancy Gillmour Anne O ' Halloran Marjorie Heward FORM OFFICERS Form Senior Matriculation Matriculation I. Matriculation II. Upper VI. Upper V2. Form IVa. Form IVb. Form IIIa. Form IIIb. Upper IIa. Upper IIb. Form II. Upper I. President Forrest Burt Margaret Slack Elizabeth Sharp Jean Scrimger Frances Coghill Faith Lyman Jane Seely Anne Dodd Peggy MacMillan Jane Elliot Allana Reid Lyn Berens Elaine Ross V ice-President Katharine Stevenson Gwen Henderson Barbara Ward Eileen Ireland Ruth Mallory Peggy Tyndale Ailsa Campbell Pegcy Ross Helen Greenfield Mary Lindsay Elizabeth Elder Frances Barnes [ 11 1 HIS MAJESTY THE KING The Silver Jubilee N May 6th, 1935, the day of Their Majesties " Silver Jubilee, the following telegram was sent by the School to Buckingham Palace, London : — " We the girls of Trafalgar School offer our heartiest congratulations on their Jubilee to Their Majesties King George and Queen Mary, who have so nobly interpreted Nelson ' s message. " The same day this answer was received from Ottawa: — " To the Principal, " Trafalgar School, " Montreal. " Governor-General is commanded by the King to convey to all your teachers and pupils His Majesty ' s sincere thanks for their loyal message. " Secretary to the Governor-General. " GOD SAVE THE KING [ 13 ] EDITORIAL " HERE we are in our last term — the last term of another year. Although perhaps this means little to the Juniors it certainly awakens us, the Senior Girls. For now is the time that we are on the edge of life and must soon decide our future. Some of us already have found where our path lies, but others less fortunate are still wondering. However, we must not be discouraged but remember that other " Trafites " have had the same difficulties and always came out on top. Hearty congratulations are to be given to last year ' s Sixth. Seventeen girls got full Matricula- tion and we are very proud of all of them, especially Forrest Burt, who won first place in the Province. She is still with us, and having started a small form for Senior Matriculation, is hard at work. We wish her all possible success for the coming exams. This year the Australian Government offered a free trip to Australia for the best essay written about that country by any boy or girl under the age of eighteen. Among the hundreds sent in from the Province, Forrest Burt ' s was one of the four chosen; and we are all waiting anxiously to hear the results. There have been some changes in the staff this year. Miss Brady and Miss Cowan, two teachers of whom all of us were extremely fond, left in the middle of the year to be married. We were very sorry to see them go, for during the time they taught us they both showed keen enthusiasm and understanding. We hope that they won ' t forget their teaching years at " Traf. " Mrs. Irwin and Miss Donkersly, who have taken their places, we all agree are worthy successors and already have won our hearts. Miss Balmforth, whom wc were all very sorry to see go at the end of last year, was succeeded by Miss Scott, who has taken a keen interest in Guiding. The past winter this year afforded much pleasure in sports. The rink proved to be a great success and hockey was again begun. Teams were arranged to play against the Study, but owing tM ;i sudden thaw the match was cancelled. It is to be hoped that the game will take place next year! Everyone responded enthusiastically to the call of basketball. " Traf " now has four school teams I U ] and one Guide team. Although we did not capture the First Team Cup this year, it was not for want of trying. However, after hard competition the Second Team Cup was won. Now that Spring has come we are all looking forward to tennis, in which we hope everyone will keenly participate. Mention should be made of our Guide Company this year which, being only half a mark behind the 8th Company obtained second place. We heartily congratulate the 8th Company again for their success, but we hope that our Company will be half a mark ahead next year! All the British Empire celebrated this year the Silver Jubilee of Their Majesties 1 Accession to the Throne. Archdeacon Gower-Rees spoke to us on this subject and drew a very vivid picture of the importance and dignity of the King and Queen. He said that the King was the binding factor to the many Dominions of the British Empire. He told us that the Queen was said to be " the only woman in society who is not a society woman. " Many of us were also inspired by the Thanksgiving Service which was broadcast direct from St. Paul ' s Cathedra!, London. Thus 1 9 3 4 - 3 5 is another year to go down in the history of Trafalgar and altogether, we of th ' is year ' s Sixth, heartily agree that it has meant a great deal to us and we hope that we will do credit to the " Old School " in whatever we undertake. Prefects Forrest Burt Marjorie Bayne Phyllis Henry Katharine Stevenson Dorothy Brooks Betty Henry Dora Wright Dorothy Brown Betty Forbes The Grier Cup LAST year Mr. and Mrs. George Grier presented a Cup to be awarded annually to the Senior Girl who showed the greatest devotion to her work, the highest standards of conduct, and the best public spirit. We congratulate Forrest Burt on being the first to win this valuable award. [ 15 ] Australia ' s Prize Essay Competition I AST Summer the Australian Government issued pamphlets for a competition, requiring the J candidate to write an essay on Australia. The aim of the competition was to stir up the interest of Canadian boys and girls in a country about which none of us know very much. Informa- tion for such an essay could be gathered from reference books and various guide leaflets but the value of the essay was to depend largely on the deductive reasoning and vision of the candidate concerning the possibilities of further trade contacts with Canada and Australia and speculation-; about the future of the latter. Though this involved a considerable amount of labour, a most novel and attractive prise was offered — a trip to Australia. Twenty candidates, at least, from each school wrote the essay and the best one was chosen to be sent on to the Provincial Judges. All the essays of the girls of Trafalgar were fairly good. Forrest Burt ' s was chosen as the best, with Jean Scrimger s a close second. Others worthy of mention were those of Betty McCrory, Ruth Mallory, Faith Lyman and Betty Brodie. As Forrest ' s essay has beer, sent away, Jean Scrimger ' s, published below, is an example of the result of the competition in Trafalgar. From the province four essays were chosen. Much to the delight of everyone Forrest Burt s was one of the number. With this to encourage us, we all live in high hopes that Forrest ' s essay will continue to be successful, for as yet the final result is not known. Australia OF all the continents, Australia is the most interesting. It is the newest in civilization and the oldest in formation. Its animals, many of its plants, and its natives, are left over from an age long passed away. White people have been in Australia little over a century, yet large and modern cities have grown up in all the states. Melbourne, Sidney, Brisbane, Perth, Adelaide, and the capital city, Canberra, are among the most important. Australia is wholly in me Southern Hemisphere, with the South Pacific Oceon on the East and the Indian Ocean on the West. The first person to sight, or at least report, Australia was a Frenchman, away back in 1503. Then in 1688 an Englishman, William Damper, landed and brought home a story of a very strange animal which took the most gigantic jumps; the kangaroo, o f a urse. And everyone has heard of Captain Cook who, in 1770, sighted, it is thought, what is now Cape Everard. But until 1788 there were no settlers; in that vear eleven ships arrived and the settlers began what is now the city of Sidney. In 1800 there was a gold-rush. People flocked into New South Wals and Victoria. When the gold fever began to die down and the gold become scarce, many went home, but many stayed; they turned from mining to agriculture and made Australia their home. A great find of gold will always draw people, and some of them will always stay. The gold-rush did much to help on the colonization of Australia. Australia has an area of nearly three million square miles, to be exact, 2,974,581 square miles, an area almost equal to that of the United States. There is a population of six and a half million in Australia now, and it is rapidly increasing. Australia ' s death-rate is the lowest in the world. Of the six and a half million people, n ' nety-seven per cent are British stock and eighty-four per cent Australian born. The natives are dying out as any backward race must which comes in contact with a higher civilization. The only tongues spoken in Australia are English, and the native dialects, and these latter are not recognized. Whereas in Canada, French is used all through Quebec Province and part of Ontario. In Canada, too, the Indian is increasing and in the far North the population is mostly Eskimo. There are many things in the formation of Australia which are different from any other country. One is its very compact outline; only in a few places is the coastline cut up, the most outstanding being the North-West corner facing the Timor Sea. Even so, the most beautiful and the safest harbour in the world is found in Australia — the harbour of Sidney. Australia ' s coast-line only measures 8,880 miles, which is the smallest proportion of coast-line shown by any continent. Along the North-East coast lies the Great Barrier Reef, the happy hunting ground oi scientists and naturalists, but hv no means so well loved by captains bringing their ships into port through it This reef is very old and many sea-plants and sea-animals are found on it which are found nowhere else. Navigation inside it is very difficult and was more so when old sailing ships were used, which either went very slowly inside, or by a longer route outside. The only mountains oi importance are those of the Great Dividing Range, but they are important enough as they have a great influence on the climate of Australia. The rain falls on their [ 1 1 Eastern s ' .opes and makes them very fertile, but the greater part of Western Australia is a desert. But as a whole, Australia experiences fewer climatic variations than any other continent because of its distance from the Antarctic and because of the uniform character of the land. In Queensland the climate is almost tropical but it is kept cool by the sea breezes which are very regular. South Australia has a very pleasant climate with really only two seasons. When it is winter here in Canada it is summer in Australia. Many people who go south to escape the Canadian winter would enjoy the sunshine of Australia, and perhaps many of them do. The arid parts of the interior are mostly covered with a dense growth of bushes known as " scrub, " which is very hard to get rid of and very difficult to make a way through, often being covered with thorns. The eucalyptus tree is quite widely scattered and is found in the form of scrubs to tall trees. Large tracts are covered with grasses of some three hundred species. The most important is the kangaroo grass. There is another shrub which grows in some regions called the " salt bush " ; this grows to about two feet high and flourishes in saline soil. The sheep which feed on this produce very fine wool and are free from certain diseases that attack other sheep. The plant life of Australia is divided into two sections, the tropical plants, palms and others, and the desert-like growth of the interior. The floral life of Australia is also the oldest, the richest, and the most peculiar in the world. Of twelve thousand known species of plants, half are to be found in Australia. Of Australia ' s crops, wheat is the most important. She is ranked among the " Big Four " wheat growers. After wool, wheat is her most valuable product. Fruit grows well in many parts of Australia, especially in the State of South Australia, where there is so much sunshine. The commonest fruits are peaches, apricots, citrus fruits, grapes (from which is made the wine that is exported in great quantities to Canada) , and raisms. Australian raisins are on the Canadian market now and are being used more and more. South Australia is one of the very few places where olives can be grown to perfection; the olives exported from here are among the finest in the world. Irrigation is very necessary in many parts of Australia, and great dams have been built in the last few years, and some are under construction now. From the Murray River water is pumped over the land and there is a dam being built on it. Artesian wells are very much used. There are nine areas where this water can be reached, the most important being the Great Artesian Basin of about six hundred thousand square miles. Some of these wells yield three million gallons a day. Very many people know nothing of Australia, yet know the animals. These are therefore very important. No one could hear a kangaroo mentioned without thinking of Australia, and it is true that these animals are completely different from any now living. They, as is the continent, are relics of a dead age. The kangaroo, the koala, or native bear, the duck ' billed, claw ' webbed ' footed, beaver-tailed, furred platypus which lays its eggs and suckles its young, are only to be found in Australia. Every bird but a few of the very northern and very southern kinds are represented from the kookaburra to the wren. " Australia has climbed to fame over the backs of her sheep " — often quoted and very true. Gold Australia has, yet her wealth lies in her wool. Australia will always be a wool-grower. If by irrigation she can make her huge, arid areas more fertil e, cattle will be grazed. Canada imports a great deal of Australian wool, which is the finest in the world. The merino sheep has long, silky, soft wool which can be made also into felt. To get this beautiful wool the Australian sheep were crossed with English and Spanish varieties. The result is the wool we use in -Canada. In the last few years the Australians have been using sheep for food, and now a good deal of mutton is exported. Australia is rich in minerals, the most important of which, I think, is. coal. She has gold a.t Coolgardie and other places; silver at Broken Hill; copper, lead, diamonds, emeralds and opals and other lesser minerals. But with coal, all her mines can be worked. It is one of Canada ' s drawbacks that she has no great coal mines. Australia has a great future, therefore, in manufacturing. She has 21,657 factories already and very soon, I think, Australia will send to Canada many of the goods which she herself cannot make. Although, perhaps, the fact that Great Britain is a manufac- turing country will be a hindrance. The Aborigines of Australia are a very backward race; brown, not black, with an inferior body development; they are not much more advanced than cave-men. The generally accepted theory is that they came from the Malay Archipelago and are of Drairdeon stock. They have a very heavily developed brow ridge, such as had our ancestors, thousands and thousands of years ago. They are sometimes useful in locating water, or finding escaped prisoners in the bush. But they are fast dying out. In Canada, on the other hand, the native population is increasing. It will not be long before Australia is an entirely " white " continent. [ 17 ] Although the mind of the Aborigine is too primitive to be trained, Australia is taking good care of the education of the white children. Primary education is a government function and is free. Children must go to school between the ages of six and fourteen. In all the states there are junior and senior technical colleges, in which are given, in the first, general courses in technical and cultural subjects; in the second, special courses in trade, commerce, law, medicine, science, music and architecture can be taken. There are many scholarships for the schools and colleges offered each year. Up till 1901 each State of Australia was independent, deriving its power from the British Crown, and ' having a Governor representing the King. This was not very satisfactory, one of the inconveniences being the difference of the gauge in the railways, and it was necessary to change trains at each border. On January 1st, 1901, the Australian Commonwealth was formed. This gave to Australia the status of Dominion. The Government was modelled on that of the United States of America. There is a Governor-General appointed by the Crown. Then there is a Federal Parlia- ment composed of six members from each State, and a House of Representatives elected from districts. There is a ministry which has power to force a decision if there is a deadlock between the houses. A High Court was formed which is very like the Supreme Court of the United States. The Commonwealth is very powerful and has successfully put down coloured labour. It has looked after the interests of agriculture and all Australia ' s other activities so well that now she is a power that counts. Australia owes the solidity and soundness of her finance to the wisdom and foresight of her Government. In the year 1932-33 Australia ' s imports came to the value of £58,000,000, but the value of her exports came to £97,000,000. This balance has done much to keep up her credit in America, Canada and Britain. In 1931 an agreement was reached between Australia and Canada in which the two countries agreed that Australia would not send to Canada that which she herself produced, and Canada would not send to Australia what she produced. The two countries grow one or two of the same things but in many wavs thev are different. The chief export of Australia to Canada is raisins and currants and with these go wines. Many people know this because the name is always printed on the packages of raisins and the bottles of wine; but what many people do not know is that Canada uses a great amount of Australian wool, and since no other country in the Empire produces wool of such a high standard, Canada might possibly use Australian wool exclusively. Not long ago a pact was signed between Canada, Australia, U.S.A. and the Argentine, as the four greatest wheat producers. These countries agreed not to export more than a certain amount of wheat per year. Canada, Australia and the United States have so far kept the rules, but the Argentine shows signs of selling as much as she can and no less. In the year ending March 30th, 1934, Canada imported Australian goods to the value of $5,902,587. Of the products Canada exports to Australia, timber is the most important. The Australian timber is mostly hardwood, and Canadian softwood is in demand. Australia also imports Swedish timber. Next in importance comes canned salmon and, as Australia will never have more salmon than she has now, that trade is likely to flourish. Canada sends cotton manufactured goods to Australia and also automobiles, more than she sends to any other country. The total value of Canada ' s exports to Australia in the year ending March 30th, 1934, was $7,312,574. Very soon I expect Australia ' s exports to, will equal her imports from, Canada. Australia has 27,798 route miles of railways and 6,099 miles of airwavs, which is a very great achievement for so young a country. Travelling is also now very comfortable and modern, as many who have visited Australia have said. We are hearing a good deal about Australia just now; in the papers and in the magazines are pictures of the Duke of Gloucester attending races and meetings, giving speeches and receiving flowers. In the London K[ews and many Canadian magazines have appeared pictures and diagrams of Melbourne ' s Armistice Memorial. Over three hundred thousand Australians volunteered for active service in the Great War; and Australia, having been through her baptism of blood, has a right to call herself a nation. Australia and Canada, the two largest Dominions of the British Empire, almost exactly on top, or underneath, each other, have always been linked in people ' s minds. Yet there are great differences between them, and these differencs, some big, some small, should be taken advantage of to bring them more closely together. Jean Scrimger, Age 15 years. 181 Dawn In The Mountains Have you ever wakened early, When the morn is fresh and gay, And watched the sky, from an inky black Turn to a faint streaked gray? Have you ever watched the mist rise up From the lakes in the valleys below? Have you ever heard the whip-poor-will ' s call? Whip-poor-will! Whip-poor-will! Hello! And then when the east turned faintly pink And the sun came up — a great red ball, Did something within you soar up and up? Did something within you seem to call? Did the sight of the first stray sunbeam Thrill you right through and through? Did it make you want to follow the gleam To a life that is pure and true? Anne Thom, Form IVb. Hamir Jaffa ( A S I came through the desert, thus it was ... " These were the words that greeted my ears £ . as I entered my club in London. I went over and joined the group of men lounging in comfortable chairs in a corner of the lounge. I ordered a drink, pulled up an easy chair and sat down. There were four of us in the group. Bill Kingman, a young physician with a good sized practice; Dennis Johnston, an artist of no mean repute; Sir Hugh Tremaine, Bart., who, with an assured income with which to live in ease and luxury for the rest of his days, could never sit down to a quiet life and who had visited almost all the corners of the earth in search of adventure; and myself, Tom Llangley, who, in the eyes of Tom Llangley, was not such a bad writer of the kind of novels that half the public devour and the other half — well! It was Tremaine who had just spoken and, as I wanted to hear his story, which was generally very good, I said, " I heard you mention just now some adventure in the desert, did I not? " " Yes, " he answered, " I have just been requested to spin a yarn of one of my escapades in the Sahara, so here goes. " [ 19 ] " I was travelling through the Sahara Desert during one of the hottest •• on I ■ mounted on one of those trusty ships of the desert, the camel. I was equipped with bedding, food, water, camel fodder and, tucked well inside my riding boot, a very important document. On government service at the time, I was travelling from one desert fort to the other, a day and a half of hard riding, over many weary miles of burning sand. This particular part of the country was inhabited by fierce Toureg tribes who never spared the hated white Infidel. More dangerous than these Touregs was another band, powerful, well disciplined and well organized. This tribe wa I commanded by Hamir Jaffa, a cunning, clever Arab, educated at one of the best schools in England, and later at a well-known military college. " He would have given a great deal to obtain the papers I was carrying but, as every precaution had been taken, I thought myself practically safe. " I had travelled about halfway when, with a yell, a band of Arabs bore down upon me. It is very easy for the enemy to creep up upon you without your being any the wiser, amongst the numerous sand dunes. I immediately dismounted, forced my camel into a kneeling position and, crouching down behind the protection thus afforded, brought my rifle to bear upon the swiftly advancing horsemen. You could not possibly miss with such a large target before you and several horses and riders came crashing to the ground. There were so many Arabs, however, that as one fell another took his place. These men were dressed in desert style : long, flowing robes and bournows, flourishing the short, curved swords they were accustomed to carry. Some, however, had modern rifles and a bullet from one of these hit my camel in a vital spot and he rolled over with a shrill shriek. " On and on this seething wave of humanity rushed. I expected no quarter from this lawless tribe, for I thought them to be Touregs, but to my surprise, with cries of ' Allah il Allah Abbas, ' ' they bore down upon me and with a rifle butt I was knocked unconscious. " I awoke to find myself bound hand and foot in a small, ' ill-ventilated, dark cell. My head was aching violently and at first I could not place my whereabouts, but at last realization dawned on me. I decided that I had been carried here, the chief abode of their leader, by the tribe which had attacked me. I was wondering what could be their reason for sparing me when I remembered my mission. My boots had disappeared, as well as my papers. I must then be in the hands of Hamir Jaffa for no other chieftain would waste good men for a seemingly valueless thing. Suddenly my door was thrown open and two powerful Arabs entered, unbound me, and took me before the most clever, ruthless Arab I ever hope to see. He informed me in faultless English that he should like me to give him a little information concerning the strength and number of men in several forts which he mentioned. " I told him coldly with great contempt that he would get nothing from me. He laughed mockingly and with words full of meaning he said, ' We shall see, after I have obtained some amusement from you! 1 " I knew what that meant. No swift death but slow, terrible death by torture. I was told that I had till the next day before my ordeal commenced; that meant seven hours of respite in which to think of some plan of escape. " I was taken back to my cell and there I sat on the floor (there had once been a bench but it now lay broken) and racked my brains to think of a way of escaping with the documents. " It was not until I heard the jailor coming along the corridor that a plan came to me. I must admit it was not original, and I suppose I must have read it in my boyhood days in some books of adventure ' " — (Tremaine looked at me and smiled, then he resumed his story) — " but I hoped it would serve my purpose. I therefore slipped behind the door of my cupboard (it was little more), picked up a heavy piece of wood from amongst the ruins of the bench and, as the jailor entered. I dealt him a hearty knock over the head and he dropped senseless to the floor. I quickly donned the man ' s cloths, gagged and bound him, slipped into the corridor and closed and locked the door — from the outside! There was no one about, so I crept along the corridor towards the apartments of Jaffa. He was sitting at his desk with his back towards me and mercifully alone. I hated the thought of killing him in cold blood so, using the hilt of the jailor ' s sword, I hit him over the head, snatched up [ 20 I the papers which he had been studying and made for the entrance of the house. Here my way was blocked by two stalwart Arabs but they let me pass after my telling them in their own language that I had been sent by Jaffa on an errand and unless they wanted the wrath of Allah and their master to fall upon them not to hinder me. ' As quickly as I dared I made for the gates of the city, where I procured a camel, again saying Jaffa had sent me, and tore out into the desert. " I thought I had been too lucky so far, so prepared myself for anything, even recapture, but after six hours ' hard riding I reached my destination in the last stages of collapse. 1 ' ' Jane Seely, Form IVb. Roman Cats " Foro di Traiano! " called the cab-driver proudly. " Mother, " asked Hester, " why are you bringing that bread? " " Mother, did the old Romans always live underground? " asked Christine, as they looked down into the ruins fifteen feet beneath. " I see a cat, " announced Hester, and everything else was forgotten. Mother took a piece of bread out of her basket and threw it down to the cat. Instantly, a do2;en others came scrambling out. More and more cats appeared from behind the broken columns and from out of all the crevices. " I see thirty-five, " said Hester, then, counting again, " Forty-two. " " Forty-three, " said Christine a little doubtfully, for she was not certain whether she had counted a certain thin lemon-spotted cat twice, but before she could decide Hester had counted up to forty-six. Christine bit her hp with disappointment that Hester had won the contest. " Isn ' t it funny how some get all the bread and are fat and others can ' t get any and are thin? " she said. " Jenny woul d be one of the fat ones, " said Hester. " So would Bearsey, " added Christine. Jenny and Bearsey were their cats at home. Just then two nuns came out of a church nearby. The two girls went on with their discussion " Bearsey would be one of the thin ones, " said Hester. " No, she wouldn ' t, " said Christine, getting a little impatient. As the two nuns came nearer, one of them exclaimed: " O, i biondi angeli! " " Thin, like the lemon-spotted cat, " whispered Hester in Christine ' s ear. Christine could think of no proper retort except a swing of the arm on Hester ' s head. A second later Hester lay scrawling at the feet of the horrified nuns. She got up, but just as she was planning to get her revenge, her mother stepped between her and Christine and beckoned to the cab-driver. Hester, much against her will, was pushed into the cab. Then the cabdriver came to the rescue and asked Christine to ride up high beside him. Soon he began to tell her some wonderful stories about his own cat, who seemed able to do everything. The stories were so interesting that before long Hester ' s head appeared between Christine and the cab-driver. She had forgotten about the fight, and anyway Jenny and Bearsey were so far behind this Roman cat that there was no use quarellmg about them. Christine fmallv said she had never heard of a cat doing such remarkable things, to which the cab-driver answered : " E una buffa cosa, sai, che non e ' e nessuno gatto com ' il gatto Romano. " Christine Williams, Form IIIb. [21 ] The Heroes Of The Long Sault In the year of sixteen sixty, In the Town of Montreal, That the Iroquois were coming Was thought by one and all. The faces of the people As they walked about the street Were pale with anxious fear At the fate that they might meet. For the Indians had tortures That revolted all mankind, And a way to stop their coming Was what they had to find. The young commander, Dollard, With his band of sixteen strong, Told Maisonneuve he had a plan To stop the Indian throng. ' Twas on an April morning, When the skies were clear and blue, That the voyageurs departed For the rapids of Long Sault. They found an ancient stockade, Which they strengthened one and all, To stop the Indians ' passage To Quebec and Montreal. The attack was not long coming, And they charged upon the band, Thinking that against the Iroquoi . They could not make a stand. They faced the Indians ' cruel attack, Five days they held the fort; They had no drink to quench their thirst, Their food supply ran short. The savage hordes crept closer, They broke the stockade wall; A musket burst among the French And they began to fall. Brave Dollard died and all his men, Some tortured by the foe; But first they saved the colonies — Their story all should know. Betty Brodie, Form IVa. The Romance Of A Pipe WHEN I first was able to collect my scattered wits, and look around me, I discovered that I was enclosed in horrible white crinkly stuff, which irritated me and hurt my eyes. For many da.ys I lay in this glaring prison of white paper, wondering if this was the great busy world. One day I heard a voice say in a loud, rasping tone, " Smithers, how many times do I have to tell you to unpack the new lot of pipes? Do you think anyone can see them in this part of the shop? " I was then lifted from my prison and placed in a sunny shop window together with pipe ' deaners and evil-smelling tobaccos. I remamed here for a long, long time letting the flies buzz around me in the drowsy summer sun. Some days the sunlight played upon my bowl and I felt handsome and proud; on dull days, I felt sad and restless. I felt that I wanted to spring through the window. About another month passed. I began to notice a young man looking at me with longing. Every day he came, just about noon, and stood outside the window. At last I became proud, and scorned the pipe-cleaners, and other pipes; but one day I was lifted out of the window, wrapped in paper, and carried away. I felt very miserable. That night 1 was freed from the paper, and found myself in the hand of my admirer. You can imagine my delight; why, I almost writhed in my joy. My admirer seemed pleased with me, for he said: " Now, I ' m in the law office, I shall smoke my first pipe, and look a man. Someday, far, far from now, perhaps I ' ll be great and make speeches, and lead Canada to greatness. " With these words the ardent young man stuffed me with rank tobai i o, lit a match and smoked me. I thought that I should die, for I felt nothing but the intoxi- cating fumes being drawn through me. In the distance I heard a voice say, " Yes, perhaps John Macdonald will be great. " [ 22 ] Every night I was smoked in this way. My whole appearance changed from yellow to black, and I began to grow aged. A year passed, and I was still smoked every night. My master, John Macdonald, no longer went to the law office, but to a huge building where there were many men. Of course, I could not see them for I was in my master ' s pocket. He stood up and talked in a loud, resonant voice, and I felt afraid. For a long time he spoke, and everybody was still. He once said, " Really, George Brown, have you forgotten your very Liberal policy? " He said it in such a tone that everybody laughed. He made more and more speeches every year, and became more and more important. More pipes came to live with him, but he still patronized me. His hair became grey but the ardent spirit remained, and helped him to keep up his work. One day the streets were decorated with flags and bunting, and John Macdonald made a speech. Women wept and men pondered. His speech was rousing; and dead silence reigned supreme. He thanked them for their help. Confederation had been accomplished, and owing to the devotion of Sir John Macdonald it had been completed with success. That night he puffed me for a long time, and then he clenched his hands and said, with a voice trembling with emotion, " I have achieved my ambition; I am great. " On his death-bed, I lay on the table by his bed-side. He took me in his trembling hands and broke me in half. He said, " You have been as good a partner to me as George Brown has been a critical opponent. " He chuckled, and I died happily. Sir John Macdonald died too, with a nation ' s love. He was one of Canada ' s greatest fathers, and his name will live as long as Canada does. Ruth Mallory, Form IVa. Abner Ben Adam (With Apologies to Leigh Hunt) Abner Ben Adam (may all mice decrease!) Came home one night with a feeling of peace, And saw, between the stairs and empty room, By the delightful light of a fitful moon, A cat who came walking on carpet gold; Adventure had made Ben Adam bold, And to the Persian in the hall he said, " Why walkest thou? " The cat he raised his head, And with a purr made all of sweet accord, Answered, " For mice, like you, I love, my lord. " " And have you one? " said Abner. " Nay, not so, " Replied the cat. Abner spoke more slow, But bravely still; and said, " Oh save me then, And I will never tell my fellow-men. " The cat agreed and left. The next night He came again with foot more light, And laid some mice before him in the hall. And lo! Ben Adam lay amongst them all. Jane Seely, Form IVn. As Others See Us (With apologies to Punch) " Do you think we will? " " Yes, perhaps; on the other hand, we had one last time. " " But you never know when they will spring them on us. " " No, that ' s true. What are the dates of Napoleon — 1620? " " Yes, yes, I think so, but do you know those Acts; she ' s sure to ask us them. Remember when Betty said rice, instead of corn? Oh, do you really think we will have one? I don ' t; I hope if wc do, it won ' t be on foolscap; it scares me so. " [23] " Yes. Oh, Dorothy, did you learn Prussia, ' cause I didn ' t. I thought she said Russia. " ' " No, Prussia. What if she gives us an essay? ' " ' Well, I ' m lost. Say, if she did, would you begin on Frederick and then say something about the Corn Laws? " " Yes, something like that. But I really don ' t think we will have one; do you, Margie? " " What? Oh. a test. Well. I wouldn ' t be too sure. " " Shall I go and ask h er? " " No, you had better not; she might remember then. " " Yes, she might. Let me see. There ' s one date I never can remember — the year Peter came to the throne. Was it 1715, 1725 or 1735. I know it ends in a five. I think " (Girl at the door.) " Mrs. X, girls. " (Hushed exclamations from room.) Mrs. X enters, with our essay books to be distributed and is met with a sign of relief, as we all know our numerous mistakes will take up the morning ' s lesson. Katharine Stevenson, Form Matric I. Truth Is Stranger Than Fiction IT was New Year ' s Eve and my Club, the Criterion, was having its monthly meeting. This, however, was a special occasion. At the end of each year one of the members told of some adventure he had had during his life. The story had to be true, with no exaggerations, which was very hard on the narrator. This year it was my turn and I was feeling slightly nervous, for if I failed to interest the members I was to have no supper. " It happened during the War, " I began. " My battalion (I was a Captain at the time) was stationed at a small village in France called Terin. It was near the line, so when we arrived we had expected some lively skirmishes. For five days we had waited but not a solitary shell had disturbed the peace. The monotony was wearing on everyone ' s nerves. On the fifth night, exasperated by the inactivity, I determined to take a walk, although I knew it was risky, and escape from the eternal quarrelling of my men. " I cut across the fields in the direction, as far I know, parallel to the enemy trenches. I walked for about a mile and a half, then, feeling a little tired, I sat down beneath a tree to rest. It was a lovely night. The stars and moon illuminated the fields, whose daytime bareness was softened until they appeared almost beautiful. After admiring the scenery for some time, I fell asleep; but it could not have been long before I was awakened by someone who was roughly shaking my arm. I grunted in protest but the shaking continued and a voice said softly, ' Ah, C3, so you got the message? " " ' There must be , ' I said, still dazed. " ' S-sh, don ' t talk; you can ' t tell who may be about. Just follow me, ' the voice replied. " My first impulse was to tell him he had made a mistake but then, as this promised a break in the tedious routine of the last few days, I decided I would see what it was all about. I followed my guide across the fields, until we came to an old crater. He clambered down into i t and with some misgivings, I confess, I did the same. At the bottom I looked around but there was no sign of the guide. Then he appeared at the other end, beckoning to me. I went over and saw how he had vanished. A passage had been made through the earth, large enough for a man to squeeze through. I went in after him. It was very uncomfortable, but soon we came to a widening of the passage, as broad as a small room, I got to my feet and stared with astonishment at what I saw. The place was lighted willi candles and seated around a table in the centre were six men. The one at the hi ad, who seemed to be (he chief, rose at my entrance and said, ' So you are C3; you have done splendid work. ' [ 24 ] " While he said this panic seized me. Though he spoke in English it was with a gutteral accent that was undeniably German. Then everything became clear. It was a nest of German spies who had somehow obtained English uniforms. I was in deadly danger, for I knew if they discovered my identity I should never leave the cave alive, so I resolved to keep up the bluff and pretend to be one of them as long as possible. " All this flashed through my mind as the man spoke. In reply to his praise I managed to mutter something. Then to my horror one of them said, ' Let us talk in our own tongue. It is so much easier. ' " This was a predicament! I had some recollections of the German lessons of my schooldays, but they were very vague. Certainly I could not speak it well enough to convince these men, so with the courage of despair I said quickly, ' Gentlemen, I heard that the English are sending out a patrol to-ngiht. They might possibly came near and overhear us talking in German and then we would be lost. But if we talk English I, as an English officer, can send them away without creating suspicion. ' " To my relief there was a murmur of approval and the chief, addressing me in English, asked me to state our exact position at Terin. This I could, of course, do very well. When I had finished he unfolded a plan for an attack against Terin to take place in two days. To gain their confidence I suggested some improvement. After everything was settled and just before we left I said, " Perhaps it would be better if we met again to-morrow night, and I could give you further details as to the position of the English. " They agreed and I left them with a ; sigh of relief at my narrow escape. " Next evening they entered the cave and also the arms of British soldiers, to their great surprise. " That was how one of the most famous bands of German spies was captured. At their court ' martial I found out that they had sent a message to C3, a spy whom they had never seen hut whose help they needed, to meet the guide when I had slept. C3, who had been shot some time before, never received the message. It was by a strange coincidence that I was under that tree at the appointed hour. " Peggy Tyndale, Form IVb. The Ski-Train The platform was freezing, The skiers were squeezing Their fingers to keep them warm. A young rascal was teasing His brother for sneering, And the brother was losing his form. Away in the distance The train in this instance Let out a most fearful screech. The skiers ' insistance And hardy resistance Soon lead them a seat to reach. The wars of the tickets Now started in thickets — The train was a miniature war, For they held that their tickets Were bought at the wickets This week, not the week before. As the snow slopes appeared The skis disappeared And flat on the snow rallied forth. The train slightly reared, As it lightly careered, It continued its way up north. Jean Scrimger, Form Upper VI. [ 25 ] On Waiting In A Dentist ' s Office IT is just 5.30. You are the sole occupant of the room. Muffled howls and shrieks reach your ear. You wonder, rather nervously, if Dr. Jones is going to hurt you. Magazines are strewn carelessly around the room. You idly pick up L:berty. On opening the cover you see a most delightful cartoon of Jimmy in the dentist ' s chair. Jimmvs ' facial contortions leave little to the imagination. Liberty slides from your shaking fingers to the floor. A white ' dad nurse smiles in what she thinks is a hopeful fashion as she ushers in a new victim. It is a little boy accompanied by his extremely stout mother who keeps saying in a loud, insistent tone, " Nov , Oscar, do sit still in the chair. " To which the said Oscar replies dolefully but with great precision, " Ah! " Oscar is suddenly seized by a great and overwhelming desire to be possessor of your new green scarf. After giving two or three vigorous tugs, he is attacked from behind by his indignant mamma, who says, " Oscar is so playful, mm " , and gives you what is meant to be a charming smile to turn away your wrath. As she does so, you notice a few gold teeth to be imbedded in her capacious mouth. Shuddering, you turn away. The dentist appears at this moment, followed by a shaky individual who disappears rapidly. You rise hesitantly, whereat the good doctor looks at you and in a jovial tone says, " Why, Mary, your appointment is for to-morrow, is it not? " Anne Thom, Form IVb. Tuna Fishing St. Margaret ' s Bay, on the south coast of Nova Scotia, is a most beautiful spot. The green shores curve in a great sweep where the blue sea comes deeply inwards, and beyond are many islands. There are a few villages tucked away unexpectedly m sheltered coves. At one called Fox Point there lives a man named Boutilier, a bronzed fisherman whose acquaintance we made casually one day when we stopped to exclaim over a great tuna fish which he had just brought in. Boutilier told us that he had caught more than forty-five already and hoped to catch many more. When we found that, he took passengers occasionally I persuaded my father to allow me to go with my uncle and some of his friends . The night before the day arranged with Boutilier we spent at a little hotel near Fox Point as we had to be readv to leave at four o ' clock in the morning. When we went down to the wharf we stepped aboard a small schooner with two masts and an auxiliary engine. Built out from the bow was a small platform from which the harpoon would be thrown. Boutilier started the engine and we put out to sea. Soon we were surrounded by a heavy fog. We were most disappointed, as we were hoping to see the sun rise. But it soon cleared and it was a fine day. At five o ' clock we sighted the herring fleet, then we stopped one boat and got our bait, which was live herring. We sailed fourteen miles out to sea until we anchored beside a herring net. The harpoon, made of iron and attached by a long rope to a small barrel, was made ready. In the meantime I was told to throw a live herring outside the net every five minutes or so to attract the tuna that were sure to be hovering close by. Boutilier was standing ready on the platform, harpoon in hand when, just as I had thrown another fish over, we saw a dark shape quickly approach- ing the herring which was feebly swimming away. Boutilier, with a mighty thrust, let go the harpoon, aiming at the herring, and so beautifully timed was his throw that the harpoon pierced the tuna ' s head. At a shout from Boutilier my uncle hurled the barrel over the side, and we watched the length of rope uncoil with incredible speed as the terrified fish dived deeply. The engine was quickly started and we were ready to follow the tuna when he came nearer the surface. At first it was f 26 1 hard to follow the bobbing barrel as the fish zigzagged frantically in its effort to get free. After an hour or so we knew he was weakening and picked up the barrel. When the tuna was brought to the surface we exulted when we saw that he was an especially big one. With last-minute dives and turns he churned the water around the boat, but he had received a mortal wound and presently his great body floated on the surface. We made for Fox Point and home, well pleased with the results of our first tuna-fishing expedition and more enthusiastic than ever about the joys of a Nova Scotian summer. Elizabeth Anne Kendall, Form IIIa. A Sentimental Letter " Observatory Hill, " " The Isle of Capri. " " Believe it, Beloved, " " I think of you with every breath I take, " " in my solitude. " But " don ' t let it bother you " if I say " it ' s you I adore. " Yesterday I was " out in the cold again " " walking in the winter wonderland, " looking for " a needle in a hay-stack " (I found it) . Being " all tangled up in love " I got " lost in a fog " then suddenly " pop went my heart " at the thought of the " champagne waltz " " that waltz you saved for me. " Have you forgotten " there is a tavern in the town " " just around the corner " ? But " soon " my " lonely feet " said " my man " , " it ' s home. " Am I " just a fair-weather friend? " If not, " say when! " " Don ' t ever leave me. " " Fare thee well, Annabelle. " Your " Ole Faithful, " F. Lyman J. Scrimger " P.S. I love you! " Three Brave Pioneers ONE bright Sunday morning Miss X telephoned Miss Y, " Would you and Miss Z like to go ski-ing up north to-day? . . . fine, have you three dollars to spare . . . thanks . . . g ' bye. " Soon Miss X, Y and Z were merrily chatting on the 8.30 train, equipped with a compass, a lunch and a map. They made their plans for the day while the train pushed up the line. A good, energetic ski, they thought, would be the best plan and off they hopped at Shawbridge. Unfortu- nately they struck a terrible gale descending upon the train. Miss Z lest her hat and Miss Y lost her precious map. But being three brave pioneers they realized tha.t this was just part of the fun. " Let ' s have a shot at the big hill, as a starter, " suggested Miss X. The suggestion was accepted and they started off to have " a starter " on the big hill. But, as luck would have it, Miss X took an awful tumble which soaked her with wet snow right to the skin. Miss Y, having energetically climbed to the top, lost courage, took off her skis and walked down the hill, while Miss Z patiently stayed at the bottom, dry and comfortable. Determined not to let this discourage them, the three brave pioneers boldly faced the cruel wind and set out to cut a trail through the dense forests of the cold, pitiless Laurentian Mountains. Here they found, instead of wind, was soft snow and hot sun. This blissful comfort they thought was the [ 27 ] result of their somewhat bad start. Noticing that they were all growing tired they found, most unfortunately, that they had several feet (no exaggerations) of snow under their skis. They were not despairing and in a few minutes they were sitting deep in the snow waxing their skis. In a short time they were ready to start, but unfortunately they had some difficulty in rising out of the very deep snow. After helping each other they were all up, only to find that they had left most of the dye of their pants behind — (a mere detail!). On they went, only to find that their skis were over waxed, with the result that they would scarcely move. At last their spirits gave out and they sat down in a nice sheltered spot to have lunch. But the sheltered spot soon changed its name and became a windy, cold corner. However, appetites were too keen to bother about the temperature. Misses X, Y and Z were now very happy. They had a good lunch in spite of the fact that the sandwiches were soaked in ginger ale, and the cake was mixed with oranges. Miss X suggested the return home as they must allow time. Miss X ' s suggestion always proved brilliant, so it was accepted again. This time she did wisely. Had she not done so, Misses X, Y and Z would probably have remained in the Laurentians and would have perished in the cold. As it happened, since they had lost the map, they consequently lost their way, but being as they were, as I have already mentioned, perfect pioneers, they went on and always on till finally they arrived at Shawbridge, and until this day they never knew where they went. When they arrived at the station they discovered that the late train was the only one that they had not missed. So among skis and people they managed to squeeze in, only to find that all the seats were occupied. And so the Misses X, Y and Z silently existed among skiers and skiers and forests of skis, among surging voices, cigarette smoke and con ' versation, until at last the train pulled in at Park Avenue Station. We shall leave them there — Miss X under a seat with her skis on top of her; Miss Y uncon ' scious in the smoking-room, and Miss Z near the car door, buried under drinking cups. We trust the three pioneers arrived home safely and were present at school next morning. Faith Lyman, Form IVa. Six- Wife Sam We left our port on a summer day, Twas a hot summer day in June, And after there came a hot summer night, With a beautiful orange moon. Then up and spake old Six-Wife Sam, Our captain took a telescope, The porpoises to see; But when we looked upon his face He showed no outward glee. The things had very scaly skirts, " This moon reminds me of Mabel, " And all us jolly sailor-men Did laugh all we were able. Sam was a merry old sea-dog, With a wife in every port : Their skirts were made of scales, Then said our merry sailor men, " Perhaps they ' re only whales! " ' They are a band of mermaids, " quoth Our captain. Then said he, Some fat, some thin, some old, some young, Some fair, some tall, some short. The next day dawned with a golden flare, And the flying, fluffy foam Did lure the instinct of our men " They are a band of maidens that Pull ships down in the sea! " And true it was, for that same night There rose some awful gales. " I know whose blasted fault it was. To wander and to roam. Sam said he saw some porpoises With lovely golden locks, A i ombing thcin with silver combs, While sitting on the rocks. It was them pretty whales! " And Sam was right, for the next day The gales were awful fierce; And then those cussed porpoises Made the winds our sails to pierce. I 28 | The waves they flew all o ' er the deck, And we let out our sheet; The storm it raged and we were soaked With bitter rain and sleet. The waves they broke our good ship ' s side, The waves came pouring in, And all us jolly sailor-men Did bail with mournful din. " Courage, men, " spake our captain bold, " Desert not our good ship, Or we shall sink e ' er morrow dawns, And we shall take a dip. " W e all stood up upon the deck, When a mermaid fair was seen; She told us that her orders were To take us to her queen. So down she led us to the land Where fishes play all day; They leaped and danced and flew like birds, And all day they did play. And when Sam saw the mermaids ' queen He was in seventh heaven, And he announced to all us men, That he ' d found number seven! So here we ' ll live for all our lives, Seaweed land ' s our dwelling; Sam yet may find wife number eight, There really is no telling! Marion Francis, Form IIIa. Queer, Wasn ' t It? THEY had been sitting around the fire for the most part of the evening, telling tales, each trying to out-do the others with so-called " true " experiences. The host had just finished the inevitable ghost story and his two sons were openly scoffing. There came a low rumble from the deep arm- chair in the corner and they all turned expectantly, for the Indian Colonel was wont to preface his utterances in this manner — rather as a grandfather clock gives a warning wheeze before it strikes the hour. " But, joking aside, " he said, " strange things do sometimes happen. Now I remember years ago ... " The other guests smiled at each other significantly and settled down to listen. " To be exact, " continued the Colonel, " it was thirteen years ago. I was serving at the time on the frontier in Northern India, and I had for a servant a huge Pathan. He was one of the ugliest fellows I have ever seen but his efficiency made up for his hideous face. " On day in July, when the heat was well-nigh unbearable and I was vainly trying to keep cool, he came to me. " ' Sahib, 1 he said, ' I am going away for a little while, but I will be back in two weeks and my brother will work for you while I am gone. ' " ' Where are you going, Yamut? ' I asked wearily. T did not want Yamut to go, but I did not feel equal to an argument and I knew that once he had made up his mind nothing would stop him. " ' I am going to Benares to find a man who has insulted me and I shall kill him when I find him. ' " Had he suggested hunting purple elephants and green monkeys at that moment, I believe I would have been only mildly surprised but I felt that mv position demanded that I remonstrate with him. " ' You will never be able to find the man in Benares. Besides I forbid you to go; it would make me an accessory before the crime, or something. " ' I am sorry to leave you, Colonel Sahib, but I cannot rest until I find that son of a pig, Charan Das. ' " There was such an intensity of hate in the man ' s voice that I was uneasy, for he was fully capable of carrying out his threat. But the next day I no longer feared for the safety of Charan Das. [ 29 ] During the night there had been a riot among the natives: Mohammedans and Hindus had fought at the instigation of their priests and at dawn Yamui was found dead. He was horribly mutilated, his head nearly severed from his body. " A few weeks later I left for England on leave. When I returned to India I was sent to a different station, where I remained a long time. About three years ago, however, I happened to be in Benares for a month. One day a dead Mohammedan was found by the Native Police with a knife in his back. The body was identified; the man ' s name had been Charan Das. A merchant in rugs, he had just returned to Benares after an absence of ten years! I since heard, from an old friend, that soon after my departure for England, thirteen years ago, they had found the ground around Yamut ' s grave torn up and his coffin empty. " " And you suggest, " said the host ' s son, " that this Pathan had been wandering around the streets of Benares every night for ten years looking for the other beggar, what ' s-his-name? " " I suggest nothing, " said the Indian Colonel. " I only give the facts. But it was queer, wasn ' t it? " Margery Simpson, Form IVb. Evening In Dover Oh, the vesper bells are ringing As the village maids are singing And the sailor lads are swinging Through the dusky lanes at eve. Oh, the crier ' s bell is clanging While the harbour sails are hanging And the merchants ' doors are banging In the empty streets at eve. Oh, the forest choirs are blending As the sheep the dog is tending And the shepherd old is wending Through the meadows — home at eve. Oh, the cattle bells are tinkling As the flowers dames are sprinkling And the Evening Star is twinkling O ' er the village huts at eve. Warda Drummond, Form IVa. My Questions Do ships have eyes when they go to sea? Are there springs in the ocean bed? Does a jolly tar run from a tree? Does a river loose its head? Can you bring relief to a window pane? Can you mend the break of day? Can you go to bed each morn and night Drinking milk from the Milky Way? If you ate a square meal would the corners hurt? Can you dig for an ace with a spade? Can you throw a rope to a drowning lemon Just to give a lemon aid? Alison Smart, Form IVb. t 30 ] A Glimpse Of The Past THE heat was intolerable. It beat against my face in burning waves. The vivid green of the tangled undergrowth and the startling hues of the flowers made my eyes ache. An unnatural silence surrounded me, and all the wild life seemed to be suspended, as if waiting for the storm that must follow. I was lost, lost in a region that was totally strange to me, threatened by a storm and the unknown dangers of a wild country. Huge clouds rolled overhead, while the thunder roared and rumb ' jed like ancient monsters seeking revenge. There was no use fighting any longer. Crawling into a rough shelter made by a tree and interwoven vines, I prepared to protect myself as best as I could. I would never have found myself in such a plight had it not been for the decline of our fortunes and the vivid imagination of my sisters. We had once been a family of considerable wealth and distinction. Many years ago, at the height of our prosperity, one of my ancestors, the proverbial black sheep of the family, had broken from the fold and, with several companions, had set out to make a name for h imself in the world. News of their wanderings reached home from time to time, then suddenly it had stopped. As the years passed and nothing more was heard of them they were forgotten. A few years ago, a traveller who spent a night at our home had helped to pass away the time by recounting a strange experience. He had been travelling from Azora to Naden but the country, being quite strange to him, he had lost his way and thus by chance stumbled into a lost city or rather settlement. Beside the ruins of a house he had found a quaint gold ring, which he carried away with him. He showed it to us, and what was our surprise to find that it bore the family crest. We came to the conclusion that it had belonged to our adventurous ancestor and there the matter ended. Finally our slowly vanishing fortune and mv family ' s persistence, persuaded me to try and find the lost settlement and perhaps something of value as well. So far I had met with only hardships and disappointments. The whole idea was fantastical and absurd; it was quite impossible for such a number of people to have lived hidden from the world. My unhappy thoughts were interrupted by the sudden opening of the skies and a heavy deluge of rain. The ferocity of that storm cannot be described Even Nature acknowledged the inevitable and bowed before the onslaught. Such fury could not last long and soon the last rumble faded in the distance. Cold and thoroughly discouraged, I pushed my way through the glistening jungle. Suddenly I stopped and stared in amazement. Before me, in a slight hollow, lay the crumbling ruins of a settlement. The pale pink of dawn tinged the ieaden sky and threw a warm glow on the old stones. Clothed in a wraith-like mist, the ancient buildings half hidden by a veil of foliage, afforded a scene that was enchantingly beautiful. Slowly I made my way into their midst, reluctant to break the silence of a century. In the centre of the clearing stood the largest and best preserved building, probably the former home of the wealthiest family. Following the overgrown path through a garden which must have been very beautiful, I climbed the rotting stairs and entered the time-worn hall. Breaking my way through cobwebs and dust, I explored the house. Finally I returned to the large front room. The furniture and hangings were all intact, just as the owner of long ago had left them. Sitting in a handsomely carved chair and gating at the faded and dust-covered room, a feeling such as I had never felt before crept over me. A slight sound startled me, and turning I saw the shadowy form of a woman detach itself from the deep gloom at the end of the room. As I watched, other shadows materialized. Soon the room was full of swaying wraith-like figures. I was alone in a house of spirits of a past century, unable to move or free myself from their hypnotic spell. Slowly the room became bright and alive, taking on its former beauty. Antiquated torches burned gaily in their holders, casting flickering shadows on the ceiling and tracing strange designs on the faces of the happy gathering. The dancers swayed to the haunting beat of crude musical instruments. A genial middle-aged gentleman, presumably the host, caught my attention as he deftly ministered to the needs of his guests. While I was thus engrossed the figure of a tall, powerfully built man slipped silently past me and confronted the host. A look of incredulity and apprehension flitted over the latter " s face as he scrutinized the newcomer. Withdrawing into an alcove out of sight of the guests, they became immersed in deep and agitated conversation. While this was taking place I was able to examine the intruder. The haughty lift of his head, the cold, dispassionate eyes and thin-lipped, sardonic mouth seemed familiar to me. Where had I seen this stranger before? For no apparent reason my thoughts turned back to the dim, musty library in my grandfather ' s old house. There were two pictures over the fireplace, pictures of two young men, very good friends, [31 ] I think grandfather said. One had a faint sneer and his eyes seemed to follow you about the nx m. Ah, yes! He was Sir Richard Denville, and his friend was Sir Hugh Grey. Both men were now before me, older and a little grey, but undoubtedly the subjects of the portraits in our old library To confirm my astonishing discovery I noticed the heavy, old-fashioned ring which the host wore Oil his left hand. An almost forgotten story concerning these men now arose in my mind. Sir Hugh, a wild and reckless gambler, had squandered his own fortune and had fallen heavily into debt. Sir Richard, to whom he owed the money, had become impatient and the relationship between the two friends had become strained. It was soon after this that Sir Hugh left home, some inferring that the lure of travel was not the only reason for his departure. This was the story my grandfather had told me long ago and which I had almost forgotten. The angry voices of the two men recalled me from mv reverie. Sir Hugh, I could see, was very excited and alarmed while his companion in outward appearance, remained more calm and con- trolled. As I looked closer, however, I saw that his eyes were blazing with emotion, while he spoke in a cold, dead voice, terrible to hear. " When you ran away after completely ruining me in such a way that no blame could be attached to you, I promised myself that I would kill you. You knew that, Hugh, and that is why you ran away and tried to hide yourself here. You are going to pay for your sins now, my friend. " His words were cut short by Sir Hugh, who made a frantic effort to rush past him. There was a brief struggle, a loud report, then — silence. With horror stricken eyes I gazed at the crumpled form of my ancestor. Dorothy Brooks Form Matric. I Dream Or Nightmare? This scene takes place in 1547 in Hades. Characters: Adam, first man on earth; Eve, his wife; Henry VIII, King of England from 1509-1547. Adam: Why, I say, old top, you are new in these parts, aren ' t you? Henry : Yes, I just dropped down yesterday. I am not expecting to stay long, however. Satan and God are considering my case. Adam: You haven ' t got much chance. Why, 1 have been down here for years and I only had one wife, and look at your record. It is nothing to be proud of. Henry: Well, if Eve had been my wife and she got me into all the trouble she got you in I would have had her head chopped off. But then, of course, there weren ' t any more women for you to marry so you just have to put up with her. Adam : I hear there have been great changes on earth since we left. Does anyone live in the Garden now? Henry: What garden? I ' ve got dozens of gardens; every one of my castles has one. Adam: Oh, how the world must have changed! Here comes Eve, but don ' t you try flirting with her. Eve: Hullo! Who is this? Adam: This is Henry of England of whom we have heard Cromwell speak. Eve : Oh, yes, the man who had six wives. By the way, Katherine Howard — I believe that is her name; she was your fifth wife — is down here. Henry: Why, I do remember her now. Yes! She wasn ' t too bad. I might look her up. Can you direct me? Eve: Yes, certainly; I shall go with you. Adam: Oh, no, you won ' t! I don ' t want him to run off with you. I will direct him. Along this corridor until you have passed four fires, then turn left. Past the door of Big Hades, turn right at the next passage, then it is six doors from Satan ' s office. Henry : Thanks very much, old chap. I ' ll do as much for you some day. Adam: It is hotter than usual here to-day. Perhaps Satan is kindling the fire for Henry. You know he was a wicked man. Eve: Come on; we were invited to play bridge with Cleopatra and Nero and wc are fifteen blazes late. (After dreaming this dream and then to be awakened up and told that I was going to be late for school, it seemed to me as if I must really be in Hades myself.) Lois Rapley, Form IVb. f 32 ] The Song Of The Leaves I am borne by the wind on high, He carries me where he will; I sail beneath the storm-swept sky, Over forest and vale and hill. The clouds are my comrades strong, I laugh at them in my glee; And I sing this song as I rush along, I am free! I am free! I am free! Marion Mills, Form IVb. The Pound Cupboard PERHAPS many of the people who may chance to read this account of " The Pound Cupboard " do not quite understand what this term, so familiar to every Trafalgar pupil, implies. There- fore, for the benefit of these, I am going to endeavour to give an explanation of this curious object which has probably, during its lengthy existence, both delighted and terrified each girl who has ever attended the School. It delights inasmuch as in it are often discovered long lost and beloved objects, such as umbrellas or rubbers on rainy days, but it also has the power to terrify, for behind its barred doors often lay articles which one has somehow just neglected to mark, yet for this violation of a strict law, a very serious penalty must be paid. This cupboard occupies an isolated spot in the lower corridor of the School. Its small, dark brown walnut frame personifies to perfection antiquity, dignity and power. In a word our Pound Cupboard is a very arresting object indeed. Appointed weekly for its supervision are two Sixth Form girls who have various different duties to perform. These duties include tidying and locking up the cloak-rooms, placing all carelessly strewn objects in pound, and silencing the girls after the " ten-past-one " bell has rung. The pound monitresses have many difficulties with which to contend and their duties, though not heavy, are often extremely trying. What girl who has had pound duty has not experienced the feeling of disgust, the utter hopelessness of discovering some lost and much-hunted-for object on the owners own hook? When some fair-haired innocent-eyed child tearfully approaches you at pound on a cold, winter day and says that she cannot find her hat anywhere, I advise you, oh future pound monitresses, with the voice of experience, if this little angel ' s hat is not in pound, before your sympathy overcomes you and you throw yourself prostrate upon the floor in a vain search for the lost piece of property, and in process lose ten or fifteen minutes of your valuable lunch-hour, go straight away, I say, to this child ' s own hook and save yourself endless trouble. This is one of their main grievances but there are many others besides. After she has locked up and heaved a great sigh of relief, there is always the offended straggler who looks accusingly at her, whilst she hustles down the long corridor to open the cloak-room once more and stands apolo- getically while the straggler leisurely dresses, not daring to reproach her, whom she has so lately offended. This matter of restoring unmarked articles to their rightful owners is a very difficult procedure indeed, for not only must she give the culprit her lost property — that alone would be a pleasure — but she must accompany it by a bad mark. No one who has not actually had this experi- ence can possibly imagine how truly dreadful it is. They are actually bribed; not in the usual way, of course, but by means more effective than money, by pleading, tearful, apologetic young eyes. She then struggles bravely between the sense of duty to her school and the sense of duty to her class-mates whom she loves. This is quite a serious decision for girls so young to be forced to make. Perhaps most annoying of all is the first insistent, then impatient, then thoroughly rude barking of howls by those waiting outside, who do not understand that the binding chains of duty are not easily broken. This seems to make the situation as difficult as it possibly cart be and in a fever of excitement the poor girl dashes quickly to lock up pound. Quite unconsciously this cubboard, with its air of quiet calm, soon soothes the shattered nerves and restores the self-confidence of the excited girl, and while she softly turns the key in the venerable lock, she casts a loving look of reverent respect over this symbol of perfect dignity. Phyllis Henry, Form Matric. I. [33] Correspondance Franco-Anglaise r r RAFALUAR SCHOOL " inaugure, cette annee, un moyen de se perfectionner daw 1 .JL Ju Francais; ce moyen n ' est certainement pas nouveau et a prouve maintes fois son excellence; il est, de plus, agreable ct facile; nous voulons dire: un echange de lettres entre une petite Anglaise et une petite Francaise. Sans compter les progres que Ton fait, chaquc correspondante y gagne une comprehension plua lomplete de l ' autre. One amitie solide, sincere et pleine de charmes peut meme tres bien se deve- lopper. Jugezi ' en, chers lecteurs, car nous vous offrons la primeur de cette correspondance, avec, meme, les fautes bien excusables des auteurs: Joan, onze ans et Therese, dix ans. ROMANS— FRANCE— Wednesday, April 17th, 1935. Dear Joan, J ' ai ete tres contente de recevoir votre lettre. J ' aimerai beaucoup correspondre avec vous, mais vous etes siirement plus avancee en francais que je ne le suis en anglais. Cette correspondance me fera faire des progres. J ' habit ' e aussi dans une jolie villa dans le midi de la France; il y a un grand jardin mais il n ' y a pas encore beaucoup de fleurs. Je vais en classe au College de Romano; j ' ai commence a. apprendre Tanglais et le latin cette annee. Oui, j ' aime beaucoup les pouDees et fen ai plusieurs. My friar has also a little sailor. I have a big doll fair, she is beautiful. I like not the snow. I have ten years. I have three friars and three sisters. I am the eldest. EnvoyS ' moi votre photographie s ' il vous plait, je vous enverrai la mienne dans ma prochaine lettre. Si vous faites un jour le voyage de France, il faudra venir nous voir, je serai tres contente de faire votre connaissance. Grace a. notre correspondance nous pourrons, je l ' espere, converser plus facilement. J ' attends votre reponse avec impatience, et en attendant, je vous envoie les baisers affec ' tueux de votre nouvelle petite amie, Therese. 5573 Queen Mary Road, Hampstead, Montreal, Que., May 13th, 1935. Dear Therese, I have been so happy to receive your letter and I am also glad that you will like to correspond with me. I think that your English is very good, as this is only your first year, and I Will correct your mistakes at the end of my letter. I was surprised to hear that you are learning Latin for I don ' t start until next year. I am sending you my photograph and I hope you will send me yours. We had a great celebration for the Silver Jubilee, the twenty-fifth anniversary of our King. We had a parade and my brother was in it. J ' aime beaucoup mon ecole. Aimez vous votre ecole? Je lis beaucoup de livres. J ' ai beaucoup d ' histoires dans mon livre francais. J ' ai une amie et elle a d x ans. Elle aime le francais aussi. Elle n ' a pas de soeurs ou de freres. Nous parlons Francais ensemble quelquefois. Nous jouons avec nos poupees quelquefois ct avec nos billes, nos balles et nous lisons quelquefois. J ' ai une autre poupee mais c ' est un bebe. Elle n ' a pas de cheveux. Elle a une robe blanche, des souliers roses, et des has blancs. C ' est une tres jolie poupee et elle est grande aussi. I Will correct your mistakes: I have a big fair doll. My brother has a big sailor doll. I have three brothers and three sisters. I do not like the snow. I am ten years ' old. There are some French children down the street and I often try to understand them and I sometimes do. We have a bus in Hampstead and wc pay two cents to go around the Town of I tampstead. I catch it every morning to go to school; it runs every ten minutes. I am ve ry happy to correspond with you, and I hope I will soon get my next letter from you. Your loving little friend, Joan Sandilands. I 34 ] Premieres Impressions de France Jeudi, le 5 juillet le bateau est arrive au Havre. II ne faisait pas beau. Le vent soufflait et le brouillard s ' amoncelait venant de la mer. On n ' a pas eu le temps d ' admirer le port parce que les voyageurs, les garcons de cabine et les matelots encombraient les ponts. Les passages etaient bloques par les malles et les valises. Tout le monde se serrait la main et faisait ses adieux. La grande salle etait remplie des officiers de bimmigration et les voyageurs allaient et venaient precipitamment. Vraiment le desordre etait si grand que fetais dans un autobus en route pour la gare avant que j ' aie pu me rendre compte que j ' etais en France. Le Havre n ' est pas une grande ville. Les maisons et les batisses sont tres vieilles et decrepites. Les cheminees sont hautes et les toits pointus et inclines. La gare du Havre est un edifice tres moderne. Quand je men suis approchee j ' ai pense qu ' elle convenait a une ville moderne comme New York, mais jamais au Havre. C ' est la que fai vu le premier vrai cafe-restaurant avec ses tentes et ses meubles gais. Cest la aussi que j ' ai decouvert que le deieuner rrancais se compose de chocolat et de petits pains. Un peu plus tard nous avons pris le train pour Paris. J ' ai trouve les wagons francais tres agrea- bles. Bientot le brouLlard a disparu et le soleil a brille. Le train etait long et allait lentement. On a pu admirer le paysage avec ses cours d ' eau, ses coteaux et ses petits hameaux. Les paysans dans les champs et les villages ont quitte leur travail oour regarder le tram. La scene a change conti ' nuellement. De temps en temps nous sommes entres dans un long tunnel, puis nous sommes revenus a la lumiere du jour. Nous avons suivi la Seine et bientot nous sommes arrives a. Paris. A la gare le desordre etait terrible. Autour de nous circulait et bourdonnait la cohue des debar- cadaires. Nous avons ete bouscules dans un taxiauto, qui nous a menes furieusement a notre hotel. Le chauffeur nous a conduit si vite que je n ' ai pu admirer la ville. Apres diner nous sommes alles voir les curiosites. Nous avons visite le Louvre, la cathedrale de Notre Dame, la tour Eiffel, les jardins des Tuileries et tous les autres endroits interessants. Je pense que Paris est une des plus jolies villes du monde, avec ses grands boulevards et ses beaux jardins. Les maisons et les magasins sont magnifiques. Les edifices publics sont superbes. Quand je suis retournee a Thotel ce soir-la, j ' ai pense que j ' aimerais a rester a Paris pendant toutes mes vacances. Betty Henry, Form Matric. I. Pourquoi Je Prefere La Campagne SI on demande: " Que preferez-vous, la ville ou la campagne? " je reponds: La campagne. Je donne cette reponse parce que je suis nee a la campagne. J ' ai passe la moitie de mon temps dans les bois et les champs, et a. cause de cela je ne perdrai jamais mon amour pour la campagne. La liberte de la campagne est celle qu ' on ne trouve pas dans la ville. On peut vivre comme on veut; simple et tranquille. Mais si on prefere un peu de vie gaie, les moyens de transport sont tres bons et en deux ou trois heures on peut etre a la ville. Les sports de la campagne sont tres agreables. En hiver on peut patiner, aller en ski, aller en toboggan. Quelquefois il fait trop froid, mais cela n ' arrive pas souvent. En general le temps est magnifique, avec un soleil brillant. En ete les sports sont nombreux et varies. Nager, jouer au tennis, au golf, aller a cheval, aller en bateau a voiles, sont au nombre des amusements. La campagne, en ete, est plus amusante qu ' en hiver. C ' est parce qu ' on a tant a faire. Pour la sante, la campagne est absolument superieure a la ville. L ' air est pur et clair. On peut avoir des legumes frais, du lait et de la creme tres differents de ceux de la ville. Pour un malade, la campagne est Fendroit ideal pour se remettre. i A la campagne on peut voir les saisons venir et s ' en aller. On remarque beaucoup de choses qu ' on ne peut pas voir a la ville. Les fleurs du prmtemps, les oiseaux et les arbres sont tres interes- sants, pas seulement pour le botaniste, mais pour la personne ordinaire. Les soirs de la campagne sont parfatts. On sent le calme et la paix. Un oiseau chante tres doucement et legerement dans un arbre, la-bas. Le soleil se couche lentement et Tombre du soir vient, effacant les teintes merveilleuses du soleil couchant. Oui, je prefere la campagne. Margaret Slack. f35 ] Tel Qui Rit Vendredi, Dimanche Pleurera Scene I — Pendant la tempete: Passepartout et Fix. Passepartout: Ah ca monsieur Fix! Vous n ' avez pas Fair ennuye d ' une telle tempete; on vous croirait presqu ' heureux. Fix: N ' est ' ce pas que c ' est un heureux hasard? Tout s ' arn.nge. Passepartout: Hein! vous dites? Fix: Comment? Oh pardon, pardon mon bon Passepartout, vous rrfavez, mal compns: je... je... parlais des vagues, voyez,: elles roulent, se bouleversent, se remplacent; un parfait arrangement, n ' est ' ce pas? Passepartout: Tiens, vous voila poetique tout a coup! Est ' ce Fouragan qui vous inspire? Eh bien, moi, je n ' ai pas le temps de contempler la nature; je rage! Et ces officiers idiots qui n ' y font rien! Fix: Du calme, voyons! Que voulevvous, qu ' ils se demenent inutilement. Ca ne fera pas cesser la tempete. Je vous trouve drole de vous preoccuper de toutes ces choses! Passepartout: Ah riez, riez puisque c ' est comique! Moi je vais consulter ce matelot; peut-etre dira ' t ' il que la mer s ' apaise. Scene II — (Le lendemain). L ' arrivee du pilote. M. Fogg, pilote, Fix et Passepartout. Fogg: Pilote, savez-vous s " il y a un bateau partant prochainement de Hong-Kong pour Yokohama? Pilote: Demain matin monsieur. M. Fogg: Et quel est ce navire? Pilote: Le Carnatic. M. Fogg: Ne devait-il pas quitter le port hier? Pilote : II le devait, oui, mais des reparations imprevues robligent a. partir demain seulement. M. Fogg: Ah! merci. (M. Fogg quitte le pont). Fix: (a part). En voila de bonnes nouvelles. Le miserable, je lui tordrais le cou! Faudra-t-il que je fasse le tour du monde a. la poursuite de ce coquin? A nous deux nous aurons epuise toute la somme volee! Passepartout: (a part). Ai-je bien entendu? Non je ne me trompe pas. La mine de Fix me le dit bien. II avait raison, ce n ' etait qu ' une plaisanterie en somme. Mais il a trop ri avant Theure et n ' a pas saisi le plus drole! Madeleine Parent, Form Upper VI. [ 36 ] DQ.y ScKooL O pen n Lecture Dr. PUn,- T r " a n K%Cj L u i n g federated. Charities Ap p€ xL " CLoJ CCS Or CKddKoocL " Miss PrU e Hollouje en Pc».r-tu B E.. Mater, tfa Old Gi.rU OVA Gii-U Uor , S Lecture -Vn ' Sund S t h 0 o) p c , Holiday - ror floral U eddir, ft B.e». rn , „ wr , ost BfBgJ f X orcrhyBrou,n. hy r „k Si-r qers «.t 0 0 .l,.. • ifc h - us The Stu d u 7- F Christmas. Holid a y ' s " fe. TTlo-tchVsmiss t d , Team lost " . T eorn J ' 6. Tn xtclr -u ' s V 5 (; Lecture - (v, is s H oLt _ p r r«ot - Betty Forbe am J Wo h B . B . match UWon 0ri) Lecture Dr EweK r -r J 0 ' ' " ' nl - lr vq Faster Ho 1 1 da is. Sthook Reopened iSllK, [ 37 ] Art Notes IN the Spring Exhibition of the Art Association of Montreal, which was held from March the twenty-first to April the fourteenth, there were several exhibits of special interest to Trafalgar girls. Miss Abbot, our Art Mistress, showed a landscape in oil of the cliffs at Bonaventure Island. Miss Nora Collyer, formerly in charge of the Art lessons and an Old Girl, exhibited two oils, one of Lake Massiwippi and the other of Brill Church. Prudence Da.wes, an Old Girl, showed an interesting bust of an old man, and Peggy Shaw, now in the Fifth Form, a water-colour of " A Winter Afternoon from the Mountain. " In school the girls have done some very interesting work. The Juniors have made a panel for the studio wall, the design being composed of the march of the animals, two by two, into the Ark. The animals were cut out of various shades of paper, ranging from light fawn, through the browns, to black and pasted on an appropriate background. Phoebe Ann Freeman has done some lovely work in pastels. Three of her pictures are repro- duced above. Two are very good studies of still life and one is a splendid picture of Peggy Elder. Some striking and successful posters have appeared this year for the Gymnastic Demonstration and for various plays. Margery Simpson ' s for the Demonstration was an attractive spot-light effect on two figures. Violet Miller made one for Matric. IPs play, " Michael. " This year several of the girls have begun painting in oil, which they find extremely interesting. During the last two years certain girls of the special Art Class have been enlarging small portions ol Bayeux Tapestry for a border around the wall above the shelves in the Library. As yet only lour sections have been completed but even this improves the room greatly. f 38 ] [ 39 j Spring And now the Spring is here once more, The birds above begin to sing; The winter winds have ceased to war And in my ears sweet breezes ring. In some garden I chance to see A white or mauve or yellow head; The first Spring flowers these must be, The first to be seen from their wintry bed. Then up above I hear a song, And when I look up in the tree. I think ' tis a sparrow, but no, I ' m wrong, Tis a robin singing of Spring to me. Madelene Hersey, Form Upper IIa. A Poem Last year I made a poem, I thought it rather good, It told about a summer day Spent in a lush green wood. [40] A stream came tinkling through, And there I sat me down, And thought my verse might interest The poor folk left in town. I tried to put in words I sent it to the " Mag, " The fancy scene around, And hoped that soon I ' d see The flickering sunlight through the trees My little poem printed there, Made patches on the ground. But that was not to be. Rosemary Kerr, Form Upper IIb. Boats I love to go down by the river To watch the boats go by And to think of the passengers on board, Where they are bound for and why. Once in a while a liner Comes sailing in great array, And over the water comes music Telling of people so gay. Barges follow in quick succession, Loaded with coal and grain, Then comes a tiny tug or two Snorting as though in pain. Some people on board are happy And others are not at all gay, But all are travelling slowly, The river of life ' s highway. Marilyn Mechin, Form Upper IIb. A Fairy One spring morning all the windows, Of the Second Form stood wide, And a naughty fairy passing Paused to stop and look inside. In her eyes there came a twinkle At the harm that she might do, And, as everyone was working, Right inside the room she flew. She flew up to the blackboard And the decimals she rubbed out, And wrote up very easy ones The girls all knew about. Then the girls all started laughing, And the teacher thought it funny, But that naughty little fairy Filled the ink-wells full of honey. School When the girls all started writing There was nothing in their books But a lot of sticky honey, Which did not improve their looks. When the teacher wrote the homework, Then the fairy changed the chalk, And it only wrote some nonsense Of a pig that took a walk. She changed the names upon the maps And broke the window glass, Until the teacher in despair At last dismissed the class. How that naughty fairy chuckled At the harm that she had done, But the girls agreed they ' d never Had a day that was such fun. Elizabeth Elder, Form II. [ 41 ] The Little Acorn Once there was an Acorn Oh, so very wee; One day he fell right down From a big oak tree. When the little boy got home He buried it in the ground. Not long after, it grew up And had a look around. Along came a little boy, Running very fast; He picked the little acorn up While he was running past. It grew so very, very high Into a big oak tree; The leaves were of a pretty green — It was no longer wee. Marion Adrienne Heward. Persephone On a bright and sunny day, Persephone went out to play. They twined flowers in their hair When she saw a Narcissus fair. She ran away to get the flower And she was captured that very hour. Her captor Pluto was very strong, And she feared she ' d stay there long. Demeter wandered everywhere, Her daughter was her only care; The flowers withered and faded away, The grass turned brown at the end of the day. Zeus, who was a powerful god, Sent Hermes down with his serpent ' s rod To fetch Persephone and bring her home, Where her mother wandered sad and lone. When Persephone her mother saw She looked at her in greatest awe, " Oh, mother, I have eaten seeds And stay with Hades I must needs. " The six months spent with him were sad, The other six were very glad; Persephone liked the grim-faced Hades, But gladly returned to her laughing ladies. Elaine Ross, Form Upper 1. [ 42 ] The Seasons In Spring when flowers are first in sight And all the world is clear and bright, The crocus and the daffodil Grow in the garden on the hill. In Summer when the world is green And flowers and birds and bees are seen, Our little wood-friends wake up then And know that Summers here again. In Autumn when the summer ends We say good-bye to all our friends. [43 The leaves have changed to yellow and red, They all come falling on our head. The Winter comes and with it snow; The sparrow still is here, you know; He and the squirrel here remain Until the Summer comes again. These are the Seasons, one by one, Each year throughout our life they come As God arranged when first He planned The sun, the moon, the sea, the land. Marie Oliver, Form Upper IIb. Rover And Roggies There were two little doggies Called Rover and Roggies, And all the day long they would play. A dog lived next door Called Paddy O ' Noore; He also was frisky and gay. Said Rover one day, " Let ' s go over and play With that good old fellow next door. " They both jumped o ' er the wall. Said Roggies, " Don ' t fall Or you won ' t live to play anymore! " When once o ' er the wall, A gardener tall They saw watering the flower beds bright When Rover did growl, He looked up with a scowl, And gave them both such a fright! When Roggies in fun, At his ankles did run; He turned round and started to chase. When they came back home, " We will ne ' er again roam, " Said Rog. with a most solemn face. And so ends this tale, Which never could fail To be put in the " Traf " Magazine. Georgina Grifr and Helen Greenfield, Form Upper IIa. She runs, she runs, with hurried feet; She runs, she runs with eager bound, And all turn around to see her pass, And all girls listen for the sound. And all girls whisper, " It ' s the gong, " And then it comes, so sharp and sweet, " Gonging " the end of the last morning class And rushing the girls to their feet. The Ringer Of The Gong Mar.jorie Kehm, Form Upper I. [44] Autumn Autumn has come with its splashes of colour, Painting the maple trees red. No one has seen any prettier season, With the beautiful sky overhead. It brings along beauty, but sadness as well; The birds are all flying away, And though they ' ll come back at the opening of Spring, That won ' t be for many a day. Betty Ward, Form Upper IIb. Then And Now I ' m very glad indeed I am a little girl to-day And not a hundred years ago, When things were different, so they say. In those days little girls like us Wore dresses, heavy, long and tight, And pantelettes with frilly ruffs Instead of dresses short and light. They could not play the games we play, Which would have been too rough and wild, And any girl who made a noise Was thought a most ilbmannered child. They used instead to sit and sew Or gently bowl a hoop about, And curtsey low when spoken to And never whistle, run or shout. They had to learn long poems, dull, And push their dollies in a pram, And only speak when spoken to, And call their parents " Sir " and " Ma ' am. " Such things seem terrible to us, But little girls not yet alive May thank their stars they did not In the year nineteen-thirty-five. live Elizabeth Elder, Form II. Dogs DOGS are, to my mind, the nicest of all animals for pets. I like them better than cats because dogs are faithful to their masters and cats are not. By faithful I do not mean following their masters all the time or saving their masters ' lives, but willing to leave their food or their places by fires and going out into the cold with their masters. One cat in a hundred will do this and one dog in a hundred will not, but as a general rule cats are not faithful and dogs are. I prefer a big dog to a small one because the more you do for a dog the more he loves you and the more he comes to mean to you. Quite naturally you must do a great deal more for a big dog than [45] for a small one. A big dog seems to understand so much better than a small one does when you speak to it. I would not mind having a wire-haired fox terrier but I would not have any of the small, yappy toy dogs many people are so fond of. Dogs can mean an awful lot to people who are not afraid of them. That is the reason why people who have children should have big dogs. Big dogs are better with children than small ones. My father has some friends living in Chicago whose children are taken to school and brought home safely every day by a Great Dane, I take this instance because Chicago has the worst reputation for safety and unlawfulness of any city on the continent. This kind of thing is not at all rare. When I was six years ' old, Bobby, our old English sheepdog, used to take me to school. When my little sister was three, Bobby saved her life. It happened in this way. When my little sister was sliding down the street a car suddenly turned up the street from the lane. My sister lost control of the sleigh and, if Bobby had not raced down from the top of our front steps and pushed the sleigh into the snowbank, would have been run over. My sister was angry at having her ride spoilt and so she got up and kicked Bobby. Bobby did nothing about it. When Bobby died, the worst part of his death was his eyes. They spoke. They seemed to say " Good-bye. " They told his suffering, his knowledge of what was to come and of wanting Dad more than anything. After half an hour painfully fighting death, Bobby passed away. By fighting off death Bobby proved that he was no coward. Let that be a lesson to all mankind. The death of a dog is often as bad as the death of a dear friend. The training of a puppy is trying. One must be patient, and if you tell your puppy to do something, you must keep at him until he does it. The death of a puppy is pitiful. He is so helpless. I speak almost entirely from experience and observation. I love dogs. I will never be without one if I can help it. Anyone who does not own, or is afraid of dogs, is losing one of the best things of life. Lyn Berens, Form II. Woodlands In Spring IT was a beautiful Spring afternoon when, for the first time that year, I stepped through the cottage gate and strolled along my favourite woodland path. Everything was bright and gay and my heart sang with gladness as I realized that Winter had sped and beautiful Spring had stepped into his place. The path had not been used since last Autumn and was considerably narrower than of yore so that I was obliged to pick my steps carefully in order to avoid treading on the delicate under- growth. On both sides, stretching between irregular rows of budding poplars, maples, chestnuts, and other trees, were scores of the daintiest, most beautiful Spring wild flowers. Sweet-scented little Hepaticas abounded, their soft pinks, blues and mauves rendering a most charming variation to the white of the many surrounding bloodroots, trilliums and star-flowers. Continuing further I came to a beautiful sparkling brook that rippled and ran over the stones as if it were singing its joy at once more being free from a bed of ice. Selecting a warm flat rock on its bank I sat down and inspected the multitude of flower-leaves around. Delicate Spring beauties and Jacks-in-the-pulpit were opening wide their lovely buds, while nearby the sturdv dog-toothed violets were brightly nodding their yellow heads. A warm southern breeze just touched the water and stirred the trees. The flowers bent towards it as if yearning, after months of confinement, to feel its soft perfumed breath on their damasked cheeks. I lingered lor some time, my mind floating along on the wings of imagination to the land where flowers never die and then, slowly rising, I wended my way back to the cottage listening as I went to the bright song of robins and blackbirds. Allana Reid, Form Upper IIb. [ 46 1 The Dionne " Quints " Five little babes came to earth, one day, Out at Callandar, near North Bay; Five little sisters, quintuplets are they, — " Quints " is what we usually say. Chubby and happy, healthy and strong, Are these five little daughters of Madame Dionne; Pride of their parents, and as we all know, Pride of their doctor, Doctor Dafoe. Ten little hands and ten little feet, Always in motion except when asleep; Ten little eyes so bright and brown, Have these Dionne babes of world renown. The names of these children all end with " E " , Yvonne, Emile, Annette, Cecile, Marie. Long may they live and prove to be, True to their King and Country. Dorothy Brown, Form Matric. I. The Bee in School ODEAR! " what a shock I did get when I came out of my chrysalis and found myself in a big bottle. Then I saw some girls coming in, then some more; then a teacher came in and said, " Good morning, girls. " The girls replied, " Good morning, Miss Lawson. " Then when their Nature lesson came around their teacher said, " Ccme up quietly and see what has happened to our chrysalis. " So they all came up quietly to see me. Now at the top of this bottle was a piece of paper and I tried to get out but the teacher put a piece of cloth on top so I could not get out. I think they were all afraid of me because they thought a moth or butterfly would come out, but I turned out to be a thing they were all afraid of — a bee; and they thought I would fly out and sting them, so the teacher put a piece of cloth over me so that I would not sting anybody. After I had been seen by everybody, I was brought out into the garden and, to my great surprise, I was set free. I was so glad because I did not enjoy my time in school. Joyce Birks, Form Upper L [ 47 ] SENIOR MATRICULATIONS FORREST BURT (1932-35) " Oh, he sits high in all the people ' s hearts. " Forrest has been a boarder for three years, and is now Head Prefect in House and School. She took First Place in Matriculation last June, thus winning the Trafalgar Scholarship. She is also the winner of the Grier Cup, and her essay on " Australia " was one of the four selected to represent the Province of Quebec in the Australian Prize Essay Competition. MARJORIE BAYNE DOR A WRIGHT SENIOR MATRICULATION Integer vitae, scelerisqne purus The girls of the Senior Matric. are we, We ' re a very big class of only three. We ' ve our Captain for Games, our President, too, And we ' ve many things more, though our numbers are few We have no form mistress — we ' re that ourselves — And we ' ve " tidiness " too, to see that the shelves Are kept in good order, to turn out the light, To see the board ' s clean, and the windows shut tight. The money for missions, and magazines, too, We collect by ourselves whenever ' tis due. Thus offices all are filled by us three, And everything ' s done that ' s needful, you see. There are other things, too, you have not heard of yet, For Prefects we are, you must not forget. When Form Upper II is coming to prayers, " Don ' t talk in the hall! Don ' t talk on the stairs! " We cry as we come from our little form room Behind the gym., and there in the gloom We make ourselves felt, " Don ' t talk in the hall! " And no one dares whisper (we hope) at all; Though someone may giggle at sight of the " child " Who is standing up there, looking timid and mild (?) . But still from " our child, " but still from us all, There rings out that cry, " Don ' t talk in the hall! " But we ' re really not fierce, and when our work ' s done, In our little form room, we can have such fun! (As an added attraction we study at times.) Now one thing more, in ending these rhymes : Perhaps ll ' twere known, the pupils would storm — But really we think we ' re a very fine form. MARJORIE BAYNE (19304935) " Hail to thee, fly the spirit! " Marjorie has always been one of the cheeriest members of her class, and her bright smile has endeared her to many. She is a school Prefect, and has played on the First Basketball Team for the last two years. DORA WRIGHT (19304935) " Here comes the Countess; now heaven wal s on earth! " Dora has been a boarder for five years and has always shown a very gracious and kindly spirit. She is a school Prefect and is one of our most helpful musicians. [ 49 ] MATRICULATION I. 79 MARGARET SLACK (19314935) " ' Tis death to me to be at enmity. " Margaret came to school in the Third Form and has always been a very steady worker. She is one of our Head Prefects, President of Matriculation I, Captain of the House Athletic Association and Sub ' Editor of the Magazine. KATHARINE STEVENSON (19294935) " A sweeter and a lovelier gentleman Framed in the prodigality of nature, Young, valiant, wise and no doubt right royal. " Katharine has been at Trafalgar since the Second Form and has always taken a keen part in all school activities. She is one of our head girls, a cheerful and devoted member of the school. Kay is a Prefect, Vice ' President of Matriculation I, Secretary of the Athletic Association, Games Vice-Captain of her Form, Editor of the Magazine and Lieutenant of the Guide Company to which she has given a great deal of service. DOROTHY BROWN (1928493 5) " I hold the olive branch in my hand, my words are full of peace as matter. " Dorothy came to Trafalgar in the Upper First Form and has always held a very high rank in her Form. She has not only distinguished herself in her work but is also a very talented artist. She is a Prefect and Head Mission Representative. DOROTHY BROOKS (19284935) " She bore a mind that envy could not call but fair " Dorothy has been at Trafalgar since the Upper First Form and has always held a high place in her form owing to her ability and power of expression. She is a Prefect. PHYLLIS HENRY (19304935) " I will believe thou hast a mind that suits With this thy fair and outward character. " Phyllis has been at Trafalgar since the Upper Second Form and has always held a very high rank in her form. She is one of our most distinguished Literary members. Phyl is a Prefect and Secretary of the Magazine to which she has always largely contributed. I 50 ] MATRICULATION I. BETTY HENRY (19304935) " So cunning and so young is wonderful. " Betty has been at Trafalgar since the Upper Second Form and like her sister has always held a very high place in her class. She is very conscientious in everything she does and has upheld a steady record throughout the school. Betty is a Prefect, Gym- nastic Lieutenant of Matriculation I and Advertising Represen- tative for the Magazine. BETTY FORBES (1927-35) " I thought thou hadst been resolute! " Betty came to school eight years ago and has always been a steady worker. She is a Prefect. JOANNE KIRCHER (1933-1935) " With what a sharp- provided wit he reasons! " Joanne has not been at Trafalgar very long but she has taken her place as first in the Form. She is very steady in all her subjects and is a genius at Mathematics. FRANCES EARLE (1927-1935) " O ' tis a parlous boy Bold, quic , ingenious, forward, capable. " Frances came to school in the Remove Form and is without doubt our most vivacious member. She has developed into a very conscientious student and taken her place among the first. She is Captain of the Athletic Association and of the First Bas- ketball Team, Games Captain of Matriculation I, Vice-Captain of the House Athletic Association, Sports Representative of the Magazine and Company Leader of the Guide Company. MARGARET NEWELL (1930-1935) " How easy it is for the proper-false In women s waxen hearts to set their forms! " Marg came to school in Upper Second and she has always distinguished herself in all sports. She is Gymnasium Captain of Matriculation I. [51 ] MATRICULATION I. LILLIAN THOMPSON (19304935) " If ever thou shalt love in the sweet pangs of it remember me For such as I am all true lovers are. " Lillian came to school in the Third Form and has always diV tinguished herself as a very talented artist. She is a popular memher of the form, and is the Art Representative for the Magazine. RUTH RAYNOR (1932-1935) " Small weed " , have grace, great weeds do grow apace. " Ruth came to Trafalgar three years ago and has always been the shortest member in the form. She is a very steady worker. MONA ROBINSON (19334935) " By my troth, thou hast an open hand. " Mona came to Trafalgar in the Fifth Form and is a genius at Latin. She is Captain of the Second Basketball Team. DOREEN ROBINSON (19334935) " What is ' pour quoi ' ? Do or not do? " Doreen came to school in the Fifth Form and has distinguished herself in all sports. She is a valuable member of the Second Basketball Team. PEGGY KAUFMANN (19284935) " 1 am a great eater of heef and 1 believe That does harm to my wit. " Peggy came to school seven years ago and is a very gay mem- ber of the Form. I 52 | MATRICULATION I. ISABEL MACKENZIE (1929-1935) " By my troth, Sir Toby, you must come in earlier o ' nights. " Isabel has been in school for five years and has always been a very popular member of the Form. She is talented in music. CHARLOTTE BARNES (19304935) " I am too childish, foolish for this world. " Charlotte has been at Trafalgar for four years and has always been a very cheery member of the Form. AMY ALLAN (1933-1935) " I have not that alacrity of spirit J [or cheer of mind that I was wont to have. " Amy came to school in the Upper Fifth Form and has always distinguished herself as an untiring worker. AILEEN CHILDS (1933-1935) " Thy smile becomes thee well, therefore in my presence still smile, dear my sweet, I prithee. " Aileen only came to Trafalgar last year but is one cf the gayest and light-hearted members of the Sixth Form. MARJORIE WOOD (1932-1935) " O he has ept an evil diet long And overmuch consumed his royal person. " Marjone came to Trafalgar in the Fourth Form. She is our most accomplished knitter. 1 53 ] [54] Mission Representatives Form Upper I. Joan Sandilands Form IVa. Ruth Mallory Form II. Isobel Wurtele Form IVb. Margaret Salinderson Form Upper IIa. Helen Greenfield Form Upper VI. Betty McCrory Form Upper IIb. Rosemary Kerr Form Upper V2. Janet Harrington Form IIIa. Elizabeth Ann Kendall Form Matric II. Grace Mather Form IIIb. Joan Redpath Form Matric. I. Dorothy Brown Contributions To Social Service Work Federated Charities $ 75.00 Children ' s M emorial Hospital 140.00 Labrador Mission 20.00 Total $235.00 Library Notes WE have received from the Office of Archives, Parliament Buildings, Ottawa, " The Kings Book of Quebec " in two volumes, compiled by Doughty and Wood. We are also grateful to Professor A. L. Burt for the handsome copy of his book. It is interesting to see that one of the maps reproduced in her father ' s book is done by Forrest. Archbishop Fleming of the Arctic pre sented us with his books about his life and work among the Esquimaux, and Miss Caroline P. Field has given us a copy of our future Governor-General ' s new book, " The Kings ' Grace. " The following girls have contributed to the Library Fund: Amy Allan Betty Henry Betty McCrory Jane Seely Marjorie Bayne Phyllis Henry Violet Miller Elisabeth Sharp Betty Brodie Gail Hodges Margaret Newell Margaret Shore Dorothy Brown Peggy Kaufmann Nancy Nicol Margery Simpson Forrest Burt Elisabeth Ann Kendall Anne O ' Halloran Janet Slack Mary Burt Valerie Ker Betty Peterson Margaret Slack Katharine Creelman Joanne Kircher Lois Rapley Elisabeth Ann Smith Elsie Dettmers Mary Le Mercier Joan Redpath Katherine Stevenson Frances Earle Margaret Lundon Allana Reid Meredith Thornton Peggy Elder Faith Lyman Betty Roberts Lillian Thompson Betty Forbes Mary Mackay Doreen Robinson Peggy Tyndale Marian Francis Isabel Mackensie Mona Robinson Claire Watson Annabel Forsyth Nancy Maclachlan Marjorie Robinson Barbara Wilkes Helen Greenfield Peggy MacMillan Marie Reiser Marjorie Wood Georgina Grier Ruth Mallory Peggy Ross Dora Wright Estelle Hargreaves Grace Mather Joyce Schnaufer Grace Wright Janet Harrington Enid McBride Eileen Sclater Jean Tarleton Lectures ANYONE who visited the First Form Room during the Christmas Term would have seen, under the east window, a most interesting tableau. With salt to form the snow, the little ones had set up a model true to life, of an Eskimo village in winter. The information was obtained first hand, for very early in the school year we were honoured by a visit from Archbishop Fleming, the Arch- bishop of the Arctic, who gave us a most interesting talk, as anyone can imagine who saw the result produced on the First Form alone. Not long after, on the first of November to be exact, we had another very interesting visitor, Miss Hattie Price. Her entertainment, " Classics of Childhood, " was of quite a different sort. No one who heard her singing, which she accompanied herself, will ever forget " They ' re Changing Guard at Buckingham Palace, " or the melodious, howling of the baby as the Duchess sang " Speak gently to your little boy, And beat him when he sneeses! " We enjoyed best of all, since it was new to us, the song of the little " English ' French-Dutch ' German- Africana Boy, " with which she concluded the programme. [55 ] [ 56 ] As she was still unwell from the effects of a motor accident, we missed our customary visit from Miss Hasell this year, but Miss Sayle came in her place. She told most vividly their adventures as they spread the " Sunday School by Post " through Northern Alberta. The numerous coloured slides of the country and the people were a most interesting " added attraction. " Miss Sayle spoke of the many difficulties they had to face in their work, but we felt that the workers enjoyed them all as they were following the great ideal of service to others. Another truly " illustrated lecture " that we enjoyed in the first term was that given by Dr. Donald on the day we closed for the Christmas holidays. " Whatever happens, stand up and face it, " was what he told us, and he illustrated hds point by means of the many little dolls, and big dolls which he took out of his bag. The little girls in the front row were kept busy running up and down picking up the wee china people who could not stand upon their feet when they met the " rolling " ball. Greater still was the glee when a big policeman appeared who knew how to stand up, no matter how hard Dr. Donald knocked him around. This was Dr. Donald ' s second lecture of the year, for he also spoke to us on Trafalgar Day. The ideal of service to others was again brought home to us in the Easter Term by two very interesting lecturers. Many of the girls, especially the older ones, are wondering what they are going to make of their lives, and several roads were opened to us by Miss Holt of the Montreal General Hospital and by Dr. Evelyn Fleming, who visited us somewhat later in term. Dr. Evelyn Fleming, a Canadian woman who is a medical missionary an India, gave us some idea of all the work there is for people to do abroad, while Miss Holt told us of how much anyone could do right here in Montreal who wished to be a nurse. We have been honoured three times this year by visits from Archdeacon Gower-Rees. On Armistice Day he gave us a very moving talk, making us understand most clearly how dreadful a thing is war, in spite of the glamour in which it is so often painted. No girl who heard the Arch- deacon speak could ever wish for war. We also had a visit from him on Ash Wednesday, when he told us that " Lent is the time to find out whether you are mistress of yourself " in a moral as well as a physical sense. The last, and most outstanding lecture of the year, was the one given by Archdeacon Gower ' Rees on The King and Queen, just before the Jubilee holiday. As well as the things that are always said at such lectures, he told us a great deal about what the King and Queen are really like. He described the King as a modest, shy gentleman, who did not know just what to say when the Archdeacon had a private interview with him. He also told us that the Queen was not like other people for " when she laughs, she just laughs, and does not go into contortions, " a thing which could not be said of all of us when we heard this. When Archdeacon Gower-Rees had finished speaking, we all felt prouder than ever of our King and Oueen, " the perfect gentleman, " and " the perfect lady. " N Friday evening, March the fifteenth, the Matriculation II under Miss Hicks ' direction enter- K _y tained the school and many visitors when they presented Count Tolstoy ' s " Michael. " This play, which is well known to many of us, depicts clearly the Russian belief in mysticism and the supernatural. The picturesque Russian peasants ' costumes added greatly to its charm. The play tells of an angel who is sent down to earth to learn three great truths from man. He is befriended by a poor shoemaker and his wife, and it is while living with them that he discovers the three truths. At the end there is a tableau showing the peasants in adoration of the angels. Eliz,abeht Sharp took the part of Michael, while Gwen Henderson and Katherine Creelman took the parts of the shoemaker and his wife. The parts of the children and cherubs were played by members of the Junior School. The play is very interesting and gives some idea of the home life of old Russia as well as of the religious beliefs. Michael [ 57 ] WE have been very fortunate again this year in having Miss Helen Ogilvie Captain. Miss Peggy Chapman, who is our Lieutenant, has been away all winter and so Katharine Steven- son was made Lieutenant. Frances Earle acted as Company Leader. This year there has been a great deal of good work done in the Company, both in the Second Class and Miscellaneous Badges. As usual the Honour Flag Competition was held at Kildonan Hall and we must again con- gratulate the 8th Company on being winner. The 14th Company came second and the 4th Company third. This year at the competition each Patrol Leader took over the Company in turn for a special number. Miss Harvey very kindly is teaching us our work for the Rally which illustrates the work done for the Gardener ' s Badge. The Rally this year is to be held in the Forum on Thursday, May 23rd, under the distinguished patronage of Lord and Lady Baden-Powell. Margaret Shore, Barnswallow Patrol Leader. Brownies r I HE Brownies have had a very happy and industrious JL year. Miss Lawson and Miss Scott had them till the beginning of the winter and then Phyllis Green (Mrs. Hardy) took them over. Since then the Pack has had an average of fifteen in attendance, all of which have passed their Tenderfoot. The majority of the Brownies have, or are getting, their Second Class, but Betty Fitzharding, Frances Barnes. Elaine Ross and Elizabeth MacLaren are all First Class Brownies, which is an unusual distinction. At the moment the Pack is having a keen competition for a small cup which the best all-round Six will receive at the closing. 58 ft r ATHLETIC OFFICERS Trafalgar Athletic Association Committee Honorary President Miss Cumming Honorary Adviser Miss Bryan Chairman Miss Booth Captain Frances Earle Vice-Captain Katharine Creelman Secretary Katherine Stevenson Form V Representative Jean Scrimger Gymnasium Officers, 1934-35 Form Captain Lieutenant Matric. I. Marcaret Newell Betty Henry Matric. II. Katharine Creelman Joyce Schnaufer Upper VI. Jean Scrimger Barbara Barnard Upper V2. Frances Coghill Janet Harrington IVa. Faith Lyman Phoebe Ann Freeman IVb. Jane Seely Margaret Saunders IIIa. Ailsa Campbell Janice Dumaresq IIIb. Margaret MacMillan Marjorie Robinson Upper II. Estelle Hargreaves Madelene Hersey II. Grace Wurtele Isabella Wurtele Upper I. Elaine Ross Marian MacMillan Games Officers, 1934-35 Form Captain Vice-Captain Senior Matric. Marjorie Bayne Matric. I. Frances Earle Katharine Stevenson Matric. II. Meredith Thornton Gwen Henderson Upper VI. Joan Tooke Barbara Ward Upper V2. Eleanor Lane June Davis IVa. Valerie Ker Betty Brodie IVb. Marie Reiser Peggy Tyndale IIIa. Virginia Beebe Ann Dodd IIIb. Elizabeth Smith Mary Le Mercier Upper II. Rosemary Kerr Georgina Grier II. Joy Thomson Elizabeth Maclaren Upper I. Charlotte Scrimger Margot Chambers [ 59 ] Form Tennis Champions, 1933-34 Matric. I. Carol Wright IVb. Matric. II. Marjorie Baynl IIIa. .Mary Mackay Upper VI Frances Earle IIIb, Hope Williamson Upper V2. Katharine Stevenson Upper II. Julia Merrill IVa. Barbara Barnard II. Estelle Hargreaves Senior Champion: Barbara Barnard Junior Champion: Estelle Hargreaves Juniors Form Badminton Deck Tennis Upper II. Julia Merrill Mary McGibbon II. Rosemary Kerr Estelle Hargreaves Upper I. Grace Wurtele Isobella Wurtele Badminton Champion: Julia Merrill Deck Tennis Champion : Mary McGibbon Results Of Basketball Matches Schools Miss E. C. Study Trafalgar Weston Score Teams Miss E. C I:. ' . ' " .. 2 + 2 2 + 2 2 + 2 12 1 0 + 2 0 + 0 2 2 Study 0 + 0 2 + 2 2 + 2 8 1 2 + 0 2 + 0 4 2 Trafalgar 0 + 0 0 + 0 0 + 2 2 1 2 + 2 0 + 2 6 2 Weston 0 + 0 0 + 0 2 + 0 2 1 2 Third Basketball Team, 1934-35 Guard Faith Lyman Guard Jane Seely Centre Guard Alison Lyster Centre Shot Elizabeth Ann Kendall Shot Nancy Nicol Shot Elizabeth Ann Smith Junior Basketball Team, 1934-35 Guard Mary Mather (Captain) Guard Janice Dumaresq Centre Guard Marjorie Robinson Centre Shot Ann Jaques Shot Grace Wurtele Shot Estelle Hargreaves [60] FIRST BASKETBALL TEAM, 1934-35 Left to Right, Bac Row: Barbara Johnson, Marjorie Bayne, Barbara Barnard. Front Row: Katharine Creelman, Frances Earle (Captain), Jean Scrimger. [ 61 ] Basketball Team Criticisms, 1934-35 (First Team) Frances Earle (Shot). Frances has heen an enthusiastic Captain and has played with spirit in all matches. Her shooting has been erratic. T.B.B. 1935. Katharine Creelman (Guard). A reliable and indefatigable player, she has played well through- out. T.B.B. 1935. Jean Scrimger (Guard). Jean ' s play has improved steadily during the season. She guards closely and her passing has been quicker. T.B.B. 1935. Barbara Barnard (Centre Shot). Barbara improved at the end of the season when she learned to keep her place in the team. When her shooting becomes more reliable, she will be a very strong player. T.B.B. 1934-35. Marjorie Bayne (Shot). Marjorie has played well but needs to develop more speed in shooting. T.B.B. 1934-35. Barbara Johnson (Centre Guard). Barbara has learned her place in the team and with care and practice in passing will be a valuable player. M. THORNEYCROFT Booth. (Second Team) Mona Robinson (Shot). Mona has improved greatly during the season, especially in her shooting. Peggy Tyndale (Shot). A very promising player, she has fully justified her place in the team. Dorothy Staniforth (Centre Shot) . Dorothy plays well in combination with others. Her shoot- ing needs care. 1935. Marie Reiser (Centre Guard). An invaluable member of the team, Marie combines a good knowledge of tactics with speed and energy. 1935. Doreen Robinson (Guard). Has played steadily throughout. 1935. Forrest Burt (Guard). Forrest ' s work in the team has been of great value. She has shewn a knowledge of tactics and keen determination in carrying them out. 1935 M. Thorneycroft Booth. SECOND BASKETBALL TEAM, 1934-35 Left to right, bac row: Doreen Robinson, Marie Reiser, Peggy Tyndale Front row: Dorothy Staniforth, Mona Robinson (Captain), Forrest Burt. I 62 | THE BOW AND ARROW DANCE The Gymnastic Demonstration THE " Dem " this year was a great success and was attended by a large audience who responded very eargerly to the hard work of the girls. Two performances were held as usual, one on Thursday afternoon when mostly Old Girls were present, and the other on Friday night when the parents of the girls witnessed the result of their daughters ' work. Greek dancing played an important part in this year ' s programme. The Boarders contributed by doing " The Ball Dance and the Skipping Dance. " Two other picturesque dances were done with cymbals and with bows and arrows. The performance was begun by the First Formers who went through their role splendidly. Every form then came on in turn and each did their part. Between each of these forms, who did gymnastics, there was either Greek dancing or apparatus work which consisted of the best girls chosen from every form to do vau ' .ts on the horse, exercises on the boom or stunts on the ropes. At the end of all this there was the Extra Vaulting Class composed of eight girls who excelled in gymnastics in the Senior School. Here many different kinds of vaults were witnessed and the girls received great applause. To complete the success of the evening the Rev. Dr. Donald spoke to us all and heartily congratulated Miss Booth on her excellent work and it is to her that the praise should go for she trained us all. Frances Earle, Matric. I. [ 63 ] The u Dem " ' Twas the night of the " Dem., " And all through the school, The pupils were dressed According to rule. And each in her form ' room, Was trembling with fright At the thought of the antics She ' d go through that night. Upstairs were the parents, Who clapped with delight As the girls climbed the ropes To a wonderful height. They watched with great interest, Admiring eyes glanced At the graceful performance Of girls as they danced. Each class their gymnastics Performed with great skill In the hope that they ' d give Their parents a thrill. When all was completed, The guests with great glee Watched each lucky girl Get her " star " or her " G. " And now the " Derm ' s " over, At least for a year, And we all count the days ' Tis again ' twill be here. Betty Roberts, Form Upper VI. THE PYRAMID Gymnastic Competition, 1933-34 THE Gymnastic Competition was held as usual last year. It was commenced after the Easter Holidays and the forms were marked each week on how they acted and performed in the Gym. lesson. Finally in June a lesson was taught by the Captain and Lieutenant of each form. In the end the marks were all added up and Matric. I came first in the Senior School and Upper II in the Junior Si hool. We congratulate these two forms. [ 64 | TRAFALGAR TENNIS TEAM, 1934. Left to right: Barbara Barnard, Margaret Sweet, Carol Wright, Frances Brown. Criticism Of Players Frances Brown. An unreliable player in matches. Frances should practise her strokes continually and play with more thought. Barbara Barnard. Barbara plays a strong game and has a good knowledge of court craft. With practice she will be a reliable player. Carol Wright. Carol improved during the term but did not acquire enough strength in her drives to be effective. Margaret Sweet. Margaret plays a defensive game. She does not follow up her good drives with success. M. Thorneycroft Booth. [ 65 ] II II 8.n e Croi Storm On The Mountain Thick the snow is falling, thick and fast, Covering the ground and the trees in a mantle white. We seem to wander in a dim twilight Of a fairy land; and o ' er the city vast A misty veil, a pearl grey veil is cast. Silent and shrouded we see it from this height: For only here and there a root top bright Shows through the flakes so swiftly flying past. But look! The snow is ceasing; in the west The sky is clear. The sun has done his best; The veil has ris ' n; we see the river gleam. Now down the mountain side the shadows go So fast! The city basks in the warm sun ' s glow. The storm is o ' er, like many a fleeting dream. Forrest Burt. Young Lochinvar As Presented by the House Girls (With Apologies to Sir Walter Scott) Oh, Ruth Lochinvar is come out of the west: In all the wide cupboard his broom was the best, And save his good ruler he weapons had none; He rode all unarmed and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like our Ruth Lochinvar. [ 66 ] He stayed not for carpet, he stopped not for door, He swam through the hallway where light there was none; But e ' er he alighted at Trafalgar gate The bride had consented, our Ruth came too late: For a laggard in love and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Betty of brave Lochinvar. One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall door, and the broomstick stood near; So light to the straw the fair Betty he swung, So light to the handle before her he sprung! " She is won! We are gone, over chair, stair, and bar; They ' ll have fleet sticks that follow, " quoth Ruth Lochinvar. There was mounting ' mong Traf girls of Boarderly clan : Slacks, Roberts, McCrorys, they rode and they ran: There was racing and chasing on carpeted stair, But of the lost Betty they saw ne ' er a hair. So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e ' er heard of Trafite like our Lochinvar? Violet Miller. Mary Burt. " Murder " (As played by Us.) " Let ' s play murder! " " Yes, let ' s! " " I don ' t know how to play. " " I ' ll explain to you. You take a pack of cards — " " No, you don ' t. You merely take some pieces of paper and then — " " Who ' s explaining this? Will you please be quiet. You take a pack of cards — " " Paper. " " Cards. And the king is the detective and the jack is the murderer. " " We haven ' t any cards. " " Oh! Paper then. And you write the names ' detective ' and ' murderer ' on pieces of paper and then you draw — " " Draw what? " " The paper. " " But I don ' t see. " " Will you listen. Who ever gets the paper with ' detective ' or ' murderer ' written on it is detective or murderer. " " Oh! I see. " " Then you pop the lights out and then you ' re murdered. " " Everybody? " " -No! Only the one mur — " " Oh! Never mind. " " Now, have you all drawn? " " Tvjo Yes, yes, yes. " " Put out the lights and just wander about. " " O ' O-O ' h! I ' m frightened! " " Shut up, Ruth. " " But I am frightened. I ' m sure somebody is going to murder me. " " So am I. I wonder who is the murderer? " " So do I. I ' m sick of wandering about. " " Let ' s put on the lights. I don ' t believe there is a murderer. " " Did everybody draw? " " No. I told you I didn ' t but you would not listen and besides I thought — " " Oh! Shut up! " Violet Miller. [ 67 ] House Limericks Oh, our Forrest Burt ' s a queer ' un, Who knows all things under the sun From scrophrulariacae And knitting plain or lacey To various forms for a pun. A dignified lady is Dora, Whose temper gets sorer and sorer. When asked what is wrong She says, " There goes the gong, " And it turns out that dinner does bore ' er. There is a nice boarder named Slack, Though she never misplaces a tack, She ' s the tidiest one, And yet still full of fun. She seems to have just got the knack. We have a young boarder named Frances, Who is terribly fond of all dances. She danced in the " Dem. " In blue with a hem, And she caught all the fondest of glances. We have one whose name starts with a " V " Who ' s as English as English can be. Lord Nelson ' s her hero, And not the bad Nero Who was Roman, not English, you see. There is an older boarder, McCrory, Who really writes quite a good story. But when crochet she tries, She gives up and sighs, And so that is the end of her story. We have a blonde girl from Magog, Who over an actor ' s agog. She blushes bright scarlet When we say that this varlet Would not even look at her dog. There is a queer boarder called Mary, Who thinks she can sing like a canary. When we say she is wrong, She will burst into song, And so try to prove the contrary. A grammatical German is Ruth, Who is passionately fond of the truth. But the whole house does roar, When our dear Ruth does snore And says calmly, " It ' s me, dears! " forsooth! An extremely odd boarder ' s Eileen, Who continually calls us " Old Bean. " To the cry, " Here ' s a letter, " She says, " Oh, that ' s better, " And rushes straightway from the scene. We have a soprano, our Janet, The busiest soul on our planet. She ' s up with the gong And starts with a song To do each new thing when we plan it. There is a new boarder named Anne, Who knits just as fast as she can. She ' s knit a gay sweater And more things still better, Among them, some socks for a man. A most modern young Junior is Grace, Who never has soap on her face. When people ask why, She does not reply, But puts powder and cream in its place. There is a wee boarder, Estelle, Who never can hear the first bell. We push her and shake her But cannot awake her. If you think you ' d succeed, won ' t you tell? Postscript : Of course, we all helped to write these, But the names have blown off in the bree?e. So the ones we remember We ' ve put as the sender, And imagine the rest, if you please. Anne O ' Halloran. Mary Burt. [ 69 ] [ 70 ] Forrest And Thomas One night our head girl, Forrest, Was hurrying to bed, When she heard a noise behind her And changed her mind instead. " What luck! " she thought, " there ' s Thomas, 111 quickly get some ink And spread it thickly on his paws Before he ' s time to shrink. " She strewed some paper on the floor And had the ink-pot ready, And then she rushed on tim ' rous Tom, With " Steady, Thomas, steady! " But Thomas didn ' t like it And he told her so quite plain, And after such bad treatment He wont ' go back again. But Forrest was successful And the proof is in this Mag.; She got covered with her glory, But ' twas a glorious rag! Violet Miller. Contribution From Our Catty Correspondent Trafalgar School for Girls, 3495 Simpson Street, Montreal, April 27, 1935. My Dear Susabelle : Pardon my delay in offering an explanation for the broken appointment of last Tuesday. The reason for my absence was temporary disablement, resulting from a pitched battle between Mr. Fluffy and myself. The former I do not believe you have had the unwelcome honour of meeting — a contemptible quadruped, to be sure, and such a name — decidedly effeminate. The reason of the controversy concerned a particularly delightful patch of sunlight near the trunk of the maple tree in the garden. I can assure you that his even daring to question my right of possession was the height of rudeness and to openly defy me to retain my position caused the complete collapse of my equi ' librium. The battle was on! Mr. Fluffy held the advantage for a moment owing to unsuspected attack. However, with little exertion I managed to overwhelm him with a mighty buffet of my left paw whereupon with a flick of his body he unexpectedly flew at my ears. One of Mr. Fluffy ' s characteristics of warfare is to mar any particularly handsome feature in his opponent ' s make-up. Now you know that I am the last person in the world, to be vain about my appearance but I feel very much perturbed over the result of his onslaught. He suffered no easier fate, however, than the loss of an enormous quantity of tail-fur of which formerly he was immensely proud. This I trust is a satisfactory explanation cf my absence for which I would feel completely forgiven if you, my dear, would consent to accompany me to a rat hunt on next Wednesday evening in Tin Pan Alley, off Redpath Street. With kindest regards to your esteemed brothers, Michael and Bob-tail, Yours most sincerely, (Sir) Walter Thomas. [71 ] Thanksgiving A W ee ' End in the Laurent aw,. The wild wind ' s roaring through the trees, And o ' er the lake the untamed breeze Is raising billows high. We let our hair blow back in glee, And with the wind go racing free; The dead leaves scurry by. Now, from our vantage point on high, Glowing m the western sky We see the evening sun. Before us toss the waters blue Tinted with a brilliant hue — A streak of dark crimson. The hills are splendid in the light And with their red and yellow bright Add colour to the scene. And here and there among the reds The dusky pines raise up their heads In groves of deepest green. The massive clouds are liquid fire As if for some great funeral pyre Of mighty god of old. Yet, like the burning bush they last Flaming there, a strange contrast Above the waters cold. The school seems very far away On this Thanksgiving holiday In God ' s own wonderland. This day shall be a memory dear, And through my life, from year to year, Go with me hand in hand. Forrest Burt. Bells (With apologies to Jc One bell rings for rising, One gong goes for meals; School bells sound so often, We cannot count their peals. One bell rings for outdoors, Another rings for school. We go filing over, Silent, as a rule. One gong sounds for dinner, We go running fast, Glad that school day ' s over, Dinner ' s come at last. One bell rings for silence, Half an hour of rest. Another bell for study. Oh, it is a pest! n Masefield) One bell chimes for tennis, We go gaily out; Never a sigh or frown, Far too happy to pout. One bell rings for dressing, Next one is for tea. The table bell is tinkling; We ' re hungry as can be. All too soon we hear it, The call of bed-time bell. Oh, won ' t someone stop it? It sounds like our death knell. And so when all is still, And busy day is done, The bells do cease their clangs, And we just dream of fun. Mary Burt. [ 72 ) Through The Year The smell of burning leaves, and lively sounds; The tap of tennis balls upon the lawn: The ring of cheerful voices in the grounds; An autumn sunset; autumn dawn. The white snow covering every bush and tree; The thump of feet at basketball; A lively boarder skiing past with glee, Her haste occasioning a fall. Then budding leaves upon the lonely trees, And bird songs filling the warm air; The hum of busy girls — like bees; Sounds of happy portent everywhere. The sun grows warmer, stronger, every day, The close of school draws quickly nigh, The trunks are packed and rushed away, The time has come to bid good-bye. Betty McCrory. I 74 J House Athletics AS there were thirteen boarders this year, it was decided that an Athletic Association be formed. The following officers were elected: Captain, Margaret Slack; Vice-Captain, Frances Earle; Secretary, Ruth Mallory. A basketball team was chosen to play the School Fourth Team. The match resulted in a victory for the House. A week later another match was played between the School Third Team and the House. The match ended in a draw, the score being fourteen all- There was quite a good season of skating, and most of the boarders played hockey. On Monday evenings Miss Booth taught us Greek dancing, which everybody thoroughly enjoyed. On March the eighteenth the House Stripes and House Badges were distributed. Margaret Slack and Frances Earle received House badges, and the following girls received House stripes: Margaret Slack, Frances Earle, Forrest Burt, Dora Wright, Mary Burt, Betty Roberts, Estelle Hargreaves, Ruth Mallory. Deck tennis and badminton were played during the Winter Term, and tennis was played during the summer. A Cup is awarded to the girl showing the most enthusiasm in tennis, deck tennis, badminton and skating. Frances Earle was the winner of the Cup last year. Ruth Mallory. The Rising Bell At a certain time each morning When we all are deep in dreams, A familiar sound comes clanging, Oh, how loud and harsh it seems! ' Tis the bell that calls all sleepers And awakes us with a start, For it ' s time we all were rising In the school to do our part. Oh, what groans and grunts it meets with As our slumbers it cuts short, For it seems to think we ' re ready When we ' re nothing of the sort. Then most of us roll over, And with many a toss and turn, Settle down for " five more minutes, " When it ' s for an hour we yearn. When the " early birds " start dressing And commotion fills the air, The others, bent on sleeping, Give up then in despair. For although we all crave slumber, Yet it ' s hopeless, we know well, To try to visit dreamland, Once we ' ve heard the rising bell. Betty Roberts. The Opera A short while ago we had the pleasure of going to see " Pinafore " and " Cox and Box, " produced by the D ' Oyly Carte Company. The entertainment was very amusing, and the costumes and scenery caused many a favourable comment. The theatre was comparatively silent throughout the performance, except for sudden bursts of applause. The words were clearly sung, and the audience lost none of the witty jokes, and spicy sarcasm of the actors. The famous songs of " Pinafore " were sung beautifully, and the audience answered with eager applause and recognition that showed that the songs were still living in the minds of the public. " Cox and Box " was not so well known, but the amusing plot roused the merriment which lasted throughout the evening. The evening was a great success, and I am sure that no one said " I am not interested, " as Queen Victoria said on hearing those same operas long ago. Ruth Mallory. [ 75 ] My First Concert A SHORT while ago some of us had the pleasure of going to hear Horowitz at His Majesty ' s Theatre. As it was the first concert that any of u.s had ever heard, this was certainly a great event. The selections that he played were varied, and the difference hetween the tempestuous and the tranquil was unusually marked. Horowitz has remarkable powers of technique and shading that hold the attention of his audience. There were pictures in his mus ' c — pictures of brooks, deer and undulating meadbwlanda, sleepy cattle and the soft tinkling sound that resembled a distant vesper bell. These were the thought Brahms, fully illustrated by an understanding pianist. Then in contrast came the low murmurs of Eastern ritual — pleading, mournful. One of the selections that he played towards the end of the programme was Liszt ' s " Funeral March. " This selection cal ' ed up pictures of agony, suffering and intense grief that thrilled every heart with a desire to be there with the nation weeping for the hero who would return no more. If only you could get there — but you can only sigh. After the last selection came an encore depicting a twilight scene on the banks of an Ind : an lagoon. After these happy hours of travelling through unknown lands, our rn-nds suddenly came to earth with the sounds of applause. We went home with a wish that everything had continued for another two hours; but we had heard something that could never be heard again, but would be dreamed over for many years. Ruth Mallory. Thomas ' Visitors Thomas, our cat, is popular, Of that there is no doubt, And those who are not sure of it Can easily find out, If very carefully they look, And watch our Tom each day, They ' ll find some other kitty there — Black, brown, or even gray. Some days you ' ll see a black puss here With tiny snow- white paws; At other times, one brown and white With dangerousdooking claws. On still another day, appears A tabby, pearly gray, Who is so beautiful to see She steals Tom ' s heart away. It ' s she who is the favourite, The apple of his eye, The others, though they ' re numerous, He merely passes by. Although he ' s vain, and may be spoiled, He ' s wise, as wise can be,., For he never, never gives her cause To show her jealousy. Betty Roberts. [76] McGffl SEVENTEEN of our last year ' s Sixth passed the Matriculation Examination in June. We heartily congratulate Forrest Burt on taking first place in the province, and winning the Trafalgar Scholarship. The other girls who passed the full examination were Helen Adair, Emily Adams, Peggy Boyd, Evelyn Burpe, Bernice Bigley, Frances Brown, Juanita Cronyn, Margaret Garland, Sylvia Howard, Nancy Murray, Ruth Oliver, Alison Reid, Margaret Sweet, Jean Ritchie, Isabel Wilson, Carol Wright. Of these Helen Adair, Emily Adams, Peggy Boyd, Bernice Bigley, Juanita Cronyn, Margaret Garland, Sylvia Howard, Nancy Murray, Ruth Oliver, Margaret Sweet, Isabel Wilson and Carol Wright are doing first year work at McGill. Kathari ne Weeks, Eleanor Crabtree and Millicent Velio, who completed Matriculation in September, are also first ' year students. Scond Tear — Betty Ogilvie, Cary Horner, Joan Bann, Eleanor Henry, Edith Angus, Beatrice Taylor. Third Tear — Jocelyn Bruce, Margaret Hale, Nora Hankin, Joan Henry, Suzanne Kohl, Peggy McKay, Shirley Stevenson, Ann Sweeny, Barbara Tims, Barbara Dean, Dorothy Walker, Betty Forrest, Jean McGown. Fourth Tear — We heartily congratulate Jean Harvie on graduating with First Class Honours in Classics and winning the Henry Chapman Gold Medal for First Place in Classical Languages and Literature. The following girls are to be congratulated on having received the BA. Degree: — Deborah Barbour, Evelyn Bryant, Betty Brookfield, Margaret Hill, Betty Miner, Morna O ' Neill, Elisabeth Safford, Margot Seely. TEACHING Cynthia Bazin has been appointed Director of Physical Education at the Shawinigan High School, where Nora Miner has been on the Staff for the past year. Kathleen Williams is teaching in Iona School, and Doreen Harvie-Jellie has a post in Aberdeen School. Wenonah Beswick, Marion Brisbane and Doris Robinson are continuing their teaching. Ruth Sprenger has been doing substitute work in different schools. Dorothy Ward is teaching kindergarten in Rosemount. Mary Train is teaching Art in an American School. [77] NURSING Monica Hill, Elizabeth Train and Dorothy Haydon are training at the Montreal General Hospital, where Carol Ross graduates this year. Janet Cameron and Cicely Jack have completed their first year at the Royal Victoria Hospital, and Helen McLaooan graduates this year. ART NOTES Joyce Frazee is in her third year at the Ecole des Beaux Arts, and is taking Drawing, Decora ' tion, and Modelling. Last year she took third prise in Drawing. Margaret Hayman is also in her third year at the Ecole des Beaux Arts, and has taken a first prise in Decoration. Monica Lyman has taken second prise in Decoration, and second prize in Drawing at the Ecole des Beaux Arts. Mercy Walker is in her first year at the Ecole and is taking Drawing, Decoration and Modelling. Prudence Dawes exhibited a plaster of an Old Man in the Spring Exhibition at the Art Gallery. ABROAD Audrey Doble has spent the winter at the University of Geneva, studying Social Economics. In the holidays she did some ski-ing in the Tyrol and visited Paris. Lorraine Slessor spent almost a year in Europe, returning this spring. She had many un- usual and interesting experiences, especially in Germany. Kathleen Perrin is in Exeter, where she is Librarian at the University-College of the South- West of England. Ernestine Ellis (Mrs. Riordan) has gone back to Africa, where she is living near Johannes- burg. Marjorie Hulme (Mrs. Clement Clarke) is living in Jamaica. Louisa McGown has been travelling abroad this spring and has visited Italy and Sicily. Betty DeBrisay and her mother, also an Old Girl (Ethel Dobell), are going to spend the summer in Austria. Jane Howard (Mrs. Christopher Bryson) has been moved from Arrah to Bettiah, India. Jean Ritchie, Evelyn Burpe and Doreen Dann are at school in Lausanne. Frances Brown is at school in England. GENERAL NEWS We congratulate Alma Howard on being awarded a Scholarship in Genetics by the National Research Council. Alice Johannsen is at present working in a Museum in Newark, New Jersey. She hopes to qualify as a museologist, i.e., someone who can not only classify and catalogue the contents of a museum, but also make it really live for the public by interpreting it to them. Several of our Old Girls continue to hold positions at McGill. Esther England and Norah Sullivan (Mrs. Glassford) are on the English Staff, while Laura Robertson is secretary to Mr. Matthews, the Registrar, and Ruth Whitley is assistant in the Dean ' s Office. Kathryn Wood (Mrs. Slessor Gurd), Mary Strachan and Audrey Ellis are in the Graduates ' Society Office. Beatrice Howell has a post in the Medical Library. Mary Wesbrook is graduating from Vassar College this year, and expects to get a teaching post soon. Mary Kate MacNaughten has just graduated from Barnard College, Columbia University, New York. [ 78 1 Frances Prissick has completed her first year in Medicine at McGill. Marjorie Lynch is secretary to Dr. Donald of the Church of St. Andrew and St. Paul. Peggy Chapman spent last summer in the North-West, driving a motor truck for Miss Hazell ' s Mission Sunday School by Post. On her return to Montreal she accepted a post in Dr. Grenfell ' s Labrador Mission, and she is now at Mutton Bay, where she assists in the Hospital, and enjoys the life enormously. Incidentally she has done a great deal of ski-ing, amazing the natives by the hairbreadth way in which she takes the hills. We have had some interesting letters from her. Cecile Bouchard is doing journalistic work, and edits the Women ' s Page in her father ' s paper, Le Clairon. Eileen Peters has been re-elected President of the Junior League, and has just returned home from a conference of Junior Leagues of America held in San Franscico. The following girls belong to the Junior League and have been doing volunteer work all winter: Helen Ritchie, Connie Mussell, Phyllis Mussell, Ruth Seely, Rosalind Arnold, Gretchen Tooke, Marjorie Miller, Celeste Belnap, Jean Peters, Peggy Newman and Margaret Stewart. Harriett Colby was a great success playing the leading part in " Autumn Crocus, " produced by the McGill Players this year. Isabel Wilson took a small part in the pla y, and many of last year ' s Sixth helped with the scenery, which was very good indeed. Jean McGown, Katharine Weeks and Margaret Hill took small parts in the German play produced by McGill this winter. Helen Roy played the part of " Beatrice " m Shakespeare ' s " Much Ado About Nothing, " produced by the St. Matthias ' Players. Many Trafalgarians are now working in banks. Cynthia Jennings, Eleanor Buchanan, Eileen Rogers and Carol Jennings are in the Bank of Montreal, and Edythe Cochrane, Mary McCr e, Florence Rorke and Beatrice Brophy are in the Royal Bank. Betty Hurry is working in the Personnel Department of the Bell Telephone Co. Helen Hendery, after taking a course in Social Service at McGill, has been given a position on the Staff of the Family Welfare. Lorraine Ward is secretary to the Vice-President and General Manager of the Industrial Acceptance Corporation. Eileen Fosbery is a secretary in the office of the South African Government Trade Commissioner. Sarah Starke and Ann Byers are in the Dress Department at the T. Eaton Company. Isabel Holland has been in Vancouver this spring, and is soon going to open a Party Shop in Montreal. She hopes to sell everything that is necessary for any kind of a party — bridge, supper, shower, wedding, christening or any other festivity. Jean Jamieson has got the position in the Celanese Company left vacant by Ruth Bishop when she married David Fairchild. Marguerite Jamieson (Mrs. Macdonald) and Violet Gillette have opened the " Yarn Shop. " Eileen Mitchell is a nurse now with Dr. Hyndman, while Pauline and Patricia are in the Metabolism Department in the General Hospital. Editha Wood has been secretary at Mrs. Little ' s French Club during the winter. Roba Dunton (Mrs. Ferrabee) is now back in Montreal with her little son and her daughter, Joan. It was pleasant to see her once more at the Gymnastic Demonstration. Ruth Murray (Mrs. Henry T. Airey) also visited the School at that time. Several Trafalgar grandchildren have arrived during the winter. Mary Bishop (Mrs. Donald Baillie) has twin boys; Eleanor (Mrs. Acer) also has a son. Jean Robertson (Mrs. Parker), too, has another boy; Marguerite Benny (Mrs. Caldwell) has now a son called Peter, and Margaret Murray (Mrs. Wonham) a boy called Murray. We congratulate Lois Birks (Mrs. McLean) on the arrival of a daughter. [ 79 ] MARRIAGES McLEAN-BIRKS HAMILTON-TOOKE BROWN-BELL FAIRCHILD-BISHOP STEWART-HARVEY GURD-WOOD WEBSTER-MACKAY TURNBULL-SOMERVILLE CLARKE-HULME WEBSTER-FRY ANGLAIS-SAUNDERSON WEBSTER-ROBINSON ANDERSON-GOGO DEARBORN-BRECK CUMMING-SYMONDS BOAK-PERRY LIERSCH-BELNAP On June 22nd, 1934, Lois S. Birks to Herbert K. McLean. On July 31st, 1934, Elizabeth M. Tooke to James B. Hamilton. On August 8th, 1934, Margaret Bell to William MacBeth Brown. On August 31st, 1934, Ruth Bishop to David Page Fairchild. On September 8th, 1934, Beatrice Harvey to R. de Grey Stewart. On September 8th, 1934, Kathryn Wood to D. Slessor Gurd. On September 20th, 1934, K. Barbara Mackay to Robert C. Peter Webster. On October 3rd, 1934, Isabella Somerville to Donald Orton Turnbull. On October 4th, 1934, Marjorie Hulme to Clement K. Clarke. On October 6th, 1934, Lucy Fry to Norman M. Webster. On December 4th, 1934, Violet Saunderson to Paul L. Anglais. On March 5th, 1935, Catherine Robinson to Richard Web- ster. On March 29th, 1935, Dorothy C. Gogo to Melton A. Ander- son. On April 20th, 1935, Susan Breck to Douglas Dearborn. On May 15 th, 1935, Jean Symonds to A. Stanley Cumming. On June 2nd, 1935, Rosamund Perry to Andrew Boak. On June 8th, 1935, Celeste Belnap to Gordon Leirsch. In Loving Memory of CONSTANCE CRONYN (nee Pinhey), Who died on Sunday, March 3rd, 1935. " So may I join the choir invisible, Whose music is the gladness of the world. " Mrs. Cronyn was educated at Trafalgar, and always kept in close touch with the School, taking a sympathetic interest in all its activities. Her daughter, Juanita, also went through Trafalgar, graduating last June. We extend to the family our deepest sympathy. [80 1 STAFF DIRECTORY Miss Cumming, Trafalgar School for Girls, 3495 Simpson Street, Montreal. Miss Abbot, 505 Pine Avenue, Montreal. Miss Bedford- Jones, 210 Somerset Street West, Ottawa. Miss Booth, 7 Frenehay Road, Oxford, England. Miss Bryan, Trafalgar School for Girls, 3495 Simpson Street, Montreal. Miss Cam, 3622 Lome Crescent, Apt. 2, Montreal. Miss Donkersley, The Montcregian Cluh, Montreal. Mlle. Dillon, 6000 Park Avenue, Apt. 6, Montreal. Miss Hicks, 3610 Lome Crescent, Apt. 2, Montreal. Mrs. Irwin, 5244 Byron Avenue, N.D.G. Mlle. Juge, Trafalgar School for Girls, 3495 Simpson Street, Montreal. Miss Lawson, 3525 Durocher, Apt. 88, Montreal. Miss Lewis, 1 538 St. Matthew Street, Montreal. Mrs. Leonard, 3498 Walkley Ave., N.D.G. Mrs. Munro, 1187 Hope Avenue, Apt. 1, Montreal. Mrs. Norris, 4084 Hampton Avenue, N.D.G. Miss Randall, Trafalgar School for Girls, 3495 Simpson Street, Montreal. MlSS Strawbridge, 3495 Simpson Street, Montreal. SCHOOL DIRECTORY ALLAN, AMY, 500 Wood Ave., Westmount. B BARNARD, BARBARA, 4165 Dorchester St., Westmount. BARNES, CHARLOTTE, 4173 Oxford Ave., N.D.G. BARNES, FRANCES, 1554 Pine Ave., Montreal. BARNES, MARY, 1554 Pine Ave., Montreal. BAYNE, ANNE, 6 Portland Ave., Sherbrooke, Que. BAYNE, MARJORIE 6 Portland Ave., Sherbrooke, Que. BECKETT, JOAN, 418 Wood Ave., Westmount. BEEBE, VIRGINIA, 232 Brock Ave. N., Montreal West. BERENS, LYN, 3422 Stanley St. Montreal. BIRKS, JOYCE, 1547 Pine Ave., Montreal. BRODIE, BETTY, 4710 Upper Roslyn Ave., Westmount. BROOKS, DOROTHY, 145 Wolseley Ave., Montreal West. BROW, ELIZABETH, 3244 Westmount Blvd., Westmount. BROWN, DOROTHY, 533 Victoria Ave., Westmount. BRYSON, ALISON, 7 Peronne Ave., Outremont. BURGESS, NORMA, 4344 Howard Ave., N.D.G. BURROWS, BETTY, 3770 Grey Ave., N.D.G. BURT, FORREST, 2311 Carter Ave., St. Paul, Minn., U.S.A. BURT, MARY, 2311 Carter Ave., St. Paul, Minn., U.S.A. C CAMERON, JOANNE, 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 Rd., Montreal. CHAMBERS, MARGOT, 23 Barat Rd. W„ Montreal. CHILD, AILEEN, 4149 Beaconsfield Ave., Montreal. CLARKE, M. LOUISE, 3072 The Boulevard, Montreal. CLARK, MARGARET, 731 St. Catherine Rd., Outremont. CLAGUE, JOAN, 29 Thurlow Rd., Hampstead. COGHILL, FRANCES, 562 Victoria Ave., Westmount. COLLINS, MARY ELIZABETH, 425 Argyle Ave., Westmount. CRAIG, BEREATH, 5454 Queen Mary Rd., Montreal. CREELMAN, KATHARINE, 1444 Sherbrooke St. W., Montreal. CURRY, PATRICIA, 662 Murray Hill, Montreal. D DAVIDSON, JANE, 4150 Harvard Ave., N.D.G. DAVIS, AMY, 1314 Sherbrooke St. W., Montreal. DAVIS, JUNE, 1374 Sherbrooke St. W., Montreal. DE LA PLANTE, RUTH, 5599 Queen Mary Rd„ Hampstead. DETTMERS, ELSIE, 4348 Westmount Ave., Westmount. DODD, ANNE, 209 Carlyle Ave., Mount Rcyal, Que. DODDS, JEAN, 58 Belvidere Rd., Westmount. DONNELLY, JEAN, 3010 Westmount Ave., Westmount. DRUMMOND, WARDA, 576 Lansdowne Ave., Westmount. DUMARESQ, JANICE, 1544 Mackay St., Apt. 1, Montreal. DUNLOP, JOAN, 130 Clandeboye Ave., Westmount. DUNLOP, LOIS, 130 Clandeboye Ave., Westmount. E EARLE, FRANCES, 515 Clarke Ave., Westmount. EDEN, ELIZABETH, 688 Grosvenor Ave., Westmount. EDEN, MARJORIE, 688 Grosvenor Ave., Westmount. ELDER, PEGGY, 3788 Cote des Neiges Rd., Montreal. ELDER, ELIZABETH, 18 de Casson Rd., Montreal. ELLIOT, JANE, 3538 Grey Ave., N.D.G. F FISHER, MARIE, 614 Belmont Ave., Westmount. FISHER, MARGARFT, c o Mrs. Kenyon, Como, P.Q. FITZHARDINGE, ELIZABETH, 123 Union Blvd., St. Lambert, P.Q. FORBES, BETTY 1 535 Sherbrooke Street FORSYTH, ANNABEL, 74 Sunnyside Ave., Westmount. FOX, FRANCES, 4035 West Hill Ave., N.D.G. FRANCIS, MARIAN, 1620 Cedar Ave., Apt. 1, Montreal. FRASER, BETTY, 636 Grosvenor Ave., Westmount. FREEMAN, PHOEBE ANN, 1 Trafalsar Ave., Westmount. G GILLETT, ADRIAN, 4967 Grosvenor Ave., Westmount. GILLMOR, NANCY, 2075 Lincoln Ave., Montreal. GREENFIELD, HELEN, 25 Redpath P.alce, Montreal. GRIER, GEORGINA, 1444 Redpath Crescent, Montreal. H HALE, ELIZABETH, 38 Lazard Ave., Mount Royal, Que. HALE. PRISCILLA, 38 Lazard Ave., Mount Royal, Que HARGREAVES, ESTELLE, 1485 Fort St., Montreal. HARRINGTON, JANET, 24 Ramezay Rd., Montreal. HARRISON, JANE, 4713 Grosvenor Ave., Westmount. HARVEY, SHIRLEY, 3506 Vendome Ave., N.D.G. HASKELL, BARBARA, 621 Lansdowne Ave., Westmount. HENRY, ELIZABETH, 4373 Westmount Ave., Westmount. HENRY, PHYLLIS 4373 Westmount Ave., Westmount. HENDERSON, GWENDOLINE, 594 Cote St. Antoine Rd., West-, mount. HERSEY, MADELINE, 364 Metcalfe Ave., Montreal. HEWARD, MARJORIE, 462 Mountain Ave., Westmount. HEWARD, MARION, 10 Anworth Rd., Westmount. HILL, KATHARINE, 2257 Clifton Ave., N.D.G. HODGES, GAIL, 743 Upper Roslyn Ave., Westmount. HOW, JOAN, 1634 SelkirK Ave., Westmount. HURD, MARGOT, B 90 Chateau Apts., 1321 Sherbrooke St. HOLLAND, PATSY, 5020 Victoria Ave., Westmount. I IRELAND, EILEEN, 4347 Westmount Ave., Westmount. J JAMES, GWENNE, 1455 Tower Ave., Montreal. JAQUES, ANNE, 528 Victoria Ave., Westmount. JOHNSON, BARBARA, 4 de Casson Rd., Westmount. JOHNSON, ELIZABETH, 595 Roslyn Ave., Westmount. K KAUFMANN, Peggy, 3449 Grey Ave., N.D.G. KEHM, MARJORIE, Apts., 8 Rockcliff, Cote des Neiges KENDALL, ELIZABETH ANNE, 4669 Grosvenor Ave., Westmount. KERR, ROSEMARY, 4031 Marlowe Ave., N.D.G. KER, VALERIE, Chateau Apts., 1321 Sherbrooke St., Montreal. KIRCHER, JOANNE, 234 Strathearn Ave., Montreal West. KIRKPATRICK, JOSEPHINE, 47 Ainslie Rd., Montreal West. L LAIRD, PEGGY, 723 Upper Roslyn Ave., Westmount. « LANE, ELEANOR, 14 Parkside Place, Cote des Neiges Rd. LANG, DAPHNE, 467 Clark Ave., Westmount. [ 83 ] LANG, DEIRDRE, 467 Clark Ave., Westmount. LANGLEY, LORNA. 1576 Summerhill Ave., Westmount. LAWES, IRENE, 44 Shatford Rd , Hampstead. LE MERCIER, MARY, 384 Wood Ave., Westmount. LEVASSEUR, JACQUFUNE, 3472 Mountain St., Montreal. LINDSAY, ANNE, 3811 Harvard Ave., N.D.G. LINDSAY, MARY 3811 Harvard Ave., N.D.G. LUNDON, MARGARET, 1501 Crescent St., Montreal. LYMAN, FAITH, 1369 Redpath Crescent, Montreal. LYSTER, ALISON, 485 Strathcona Ave., Westmount. M MACKAY, GRACE, 471 Grosvenor Ave., Westmount. MACKAY, MARY, 119 Wolseley Ave., Montreal West. MACKENZIE, ISABEL, 3491 McTavish St , Montreal. MACKENZIE, Catherine, 3060 Westmount Blvd., Westmount. MACAULEY, JEAN, 598 Grosvenor Ave., Westmount. MACBRIDE, ENID, 4189 Sherbrooke St., Westmount. MacFARLANE, MARGARET, 637 Sydenham Ave , Westmount. MacFARLANE, ALMA 637 Sydenham Ave., Westmount MacLACHLAN, NANCY, 1 Grenville Ave., Westmount. MacLAREN, ELIZABETH, 5064 Notre Dame de Grace Ave., N.D.G. MacMILLAN, MARIAN, 503 Argyle Ave., Westmount. MacMILLAN, PEGGY, 503 Arsyle Ave., Westmount. MALLORY RUTH, 105 Wolseley Ave., Montreal West. MANSON, AUDREY, 4838 Mira Rd., Montreal. MANSON, BETTY, 4838 Mira Rd., Montreal. MANSON, NORA, 4838 Mira Rd., Montreal. MARLER, ELIZABETH, 3778 Cote des Neiges Rd., Montreal. MARSHALL, IVAN, 351 Brock Ave. N., Montreal West. MARTIN, SYLVIA, 422 Mount Stephen Ave., Westmount. MASON, SHIRLEY, 44 Academy Rd., Westmount. MATHER, GRACE, 5583 Queen Mary Rd., Montreal. MATHER, MARY, 5583 Queen Mary Rd., Montreal. McCRORY, BETTY, 3940 Cote des Neiges Rd., Apt. C32, Montreal. McCURDY, DIANA, 11 Severn Ave., Montreal. McCURDY, MARGARET, 1576 Summerhill Ave., Westmount. McFARLANE, ALMA, 637 Sydenham Ave., Westmount. McKEE, MARJORIE, 92 Drummond St., Apt. 15, Montreal. McNIECE, LAWRENCE, 4197 Wilson Ave., N.D.G. MECHIN, MARILYN, 1 1 844 Notre Dame St., Pointe Aux Trembles. MILLER, VIOLET, 91 Lower Albert St., Kingston, Ont. MILLS, MARION, 4159 Old Orchard Ave., N.D.G. MITCHELL, HARRIET, F-101 Chateau Apts., 1321 Sherbrooke St. MONCEL, RENEE, 47 Rosemount Ave., Westmount. MONTGOMERY, MARGARET, 3590 Vendome Ave., N.D.G. MOORE, IRENE, 2090 Sherbrooke St. W., Apt. 7, Montreal. MUNROE, CATHERINE, 235 Strathearn Ave., Montreal. Que. N NEWELL, MARGARET, 4052 Wilson Ave., N.D.G. NICOL, NANCY, Ste. Anne de Bellevue, P.Q. O O ' HALLORAN, ANNE, 322 Roslyn Ave., Westmount. OLIVER, MARIE, 440 Strathcona Ave., Westmount. P PARENT, MADELEINE, 5165 Cote St. Antoine Rd., Westmount. PATRICK, DOROTHY, 524 Argyle Ave., Westmount. PATTEE, PHILA, 4931 Piedmont Ave., Montreal. PATTISON, BABS, 3010 Westmount Blvd., Westmount. PETERSON, ELIZABETH, 139 Edison Ave., St. Lambert, Que. PIERS, DIANA, 10 Weredale Park, Westmount. PITFIFLD, MARY GRACE, Cartierville, Que. PRICE, JOAN, 58 Lazard Rd., Mount Royal, Que. R RAPLEY, LOIS, 531 Grosvenor Ave., Westmount. RAYNER, RUTH, 121 34th Ave., Lachine, Que. READ, EVELYN, 123 Brock Ave. N., Montreal West. REDPATH, JOAN, 4 Parkside Place, Cote des Neiges Rd., Montreal. REID, ALLANNA, 154 Hillcrest Ave., Montreal West. RU ' .LR, IAAVW , M ' l A-sirnounl B!,d --.imour, ROfirRTO, BETTY, Bo 11%, ( ,•«,», Que ROW PTSOI I, JO ' I i, 109 ' junn ' .ide • , -., estmounl ROBINSON, DOREEN, 4711 Grosvenor Ave., Westmount. ROBINSON, MARJORIE, 1459 Crescent St.. Montreal. ROBINSON, MONA, 4711 Grosvenor Ave., Westmount. ROSS, ELAINE, 52 Upper Bellevue Ave., Montreal. ROSS, PEGGY, 5027 Sherbrooke St. V ., Westmount. S SANDILANDS, JOAN, 5573 Queen Mary Rd., Montreal. SAUNDERS, MARGARET, 624 Dunlop Ave., Outremont. SCHNAUFER, JOYCE, 484 Strathcona Ave., Westmount. SCRIMGER, CHARLOTTE, 1389 Redpath Crescent, Montreal SCRIMGER, JEAN, 1389 Redpath Crescent, Montreal. SEELY, JANE, 1636 Seaforth Ave., Mon ' r l SHARP, ELIZABETH, 610 Carleton Ave., Westmount. SHAW, ELIZABETH, 69 Clandeboye Ave., Westmount. SHAW, PEGGY, 1272 Redpath Crescent ,Montreal. SHORE, MARGARET, 1474 Fort St., Apt. 4, Montreal. SIMPSON, MARGERY, 4107 Hampton Ave., N.D.G SLACK, JANET, Waterloo, Que. SLACK, MARGARET, Waterloo, Que. SCLATER, EILEEN, Ancaster, Ontario. SMART, ALISON, 2935 Maplewood Ave., Montreal. SMART, ELSPETH, 2935 Maplewood Ave., Montreal. SMITH, ELIZABETH, 431 Lansdowne Ave., Westmount. SMITH, ELIZABETH ANN, 513 Argyle Ave., Westmount. SOPER, ANNE, 3246 Cedar Ave., Westmount. STANIFORTH, DOROTHY, 715 Grosvenor Ave.. Westmount STEPHENS, BARBARA, The Hermitage, Orillia, Ont. STEARNS JOAN 1700 McGregor Street STEVENSON, KATHARINE, 1545 Drummond St., Montreal STUART, MARY, 58 Beverley Rd., Mount Royal, Que. T TARLTON, JEAN, 750 McEachran Ave., Westmount. TAYLOR, JEAN, 26 41st Ave., Lachine, Que. TELFER, RUTH, 619 Lansdowne Ave., Westmount. THOM, ANNE, 1437 Chomedy St., Montreal. THOMPSON, JOY, 3219 Westmount Blvd., Westmount. THOMPSON, LILLIAN, 17 Willow Ave., Westmount. THORNTON, MEREDITH, 344 Kensington Ave., Montreal. TODD, MARGERY, 1589 MacGregor St., Montreal. TOOKE, JOAN, 4 Hudson Ave., Westmount. TYNDALE, PEGGY, 115 Sunnyside Ave., Westmount. V VAUGHAN, GLORIA, 75 Arcadia Apts., 1227 Sherbrooke St. W., Montreal. w WALSH, JOAN, 5051 Glencairn Rd., Montreal. WARD, BARBARA, 564 Prudhomme Ave., N.D.G. WARD, BETTY, 1464 Drummond St., Montreal. WATSON, CLAIRE, 1434 Sherbrooke St. W., Montreal. WEBBER, ALISON, 3730 Cote des Neiges Rd„ Montreal. WHITMORE, JACQUELINE, 5050 Victoria Ave., Westmount. WICKES, BARBARA, 108 Kenaston Ave., Mount Royal, Que. WILKES, BARBARA, 2062 Vendome Ave., N.D.G. WILKES, CYNTHIA, 2062 Vendome Ave., N.D.G. WILLIAMS, CHRISTINE, 1635 Selkirk Ave., Montreal. WILSON, MARGARET, 770 Upper Lansdowne Ave., Westmount. WILSON, SALLY, 3548 Ontario Ave., Westmount. WOOD, MARJORIE, 221 Clarke Ave., Westmount. WRIGHT, DORA, 517 Roslyn Ave., Westmount. WRIGHT, GRACE, 517 Roslyn Ave., Westmount. WURTELE, GRACE, 56 Upper Lansdowne Ave., Westmount. WURTELE, ISABELLA, 56 Upper Lansdowne Ave., Westmount. y YANCEY, JEAN, 642 Grosvenor Ave., Westmount. ... 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