Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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lives at this time, many fear at the expense of our work. Our keenness for Basketball grows with the years. We have many fine players shaping in the lower Forms, and are proud of our two School Teams. Both have worked hard and have captured their respective Cups. The interest of the rest of the School is shown by the increasing attendance at the games, for which the teams are sincerely grateful. On the part of the School we wish Mrs. Bombe and her husband all the luck and hope, that she will manage him as she managed us. We all agree that Miss Parker is a worthy successor to Miss Booth and it is owing to her efforts that we have made a success of our Athletic year. It was with deepest regret that we heard that Mrs. Munro had left us to join her husband. Although few of us know the real author of the words describing Pitt The pilot who weathered the storm we all know that it was Mrs. Munro who quoted them. Undoubtedly we shall, in the years to come, forget much of our History but, Pitt, the pilot who weathered the storm will always remain. We were sorry to lose Miss Lewis who had taught for many years at Traf and she left many friends behind her. We welcome the Mistresses who came in September and hope we have not completely exhausted them. It is not generally known that Forrest Burt who came first in Junior Matriculation two years ago, and first in Senior Matric. last June, was the winner of the Australian Essay in the Province of Quebec. The results were only announced after school closed last summer. Forrest put a great deal of hard work into this essay and she deserves our congratulations. Jean Harvie, whom many of us remember at Traf. won the Gold Medal for Classics in her final year at McGill. We olso offer our hearty congratulations to Jean. A Jean Scrimger DoREEN Robinson Barbara Ward PREFECTS Barbaba Barnard Madeleine Parent Elizabeth Sharp Katharine Creelman Mary Burt Betty McCrory THE GRIER CUP THE Grier Cup is given annually to the Senior Girl who has maintained the highest standard of conduct, and shown the greatest devotion to her work and the best public spirit . Last June, to the great delight of the School, it was awarded to Katharine Stevenson. [15]

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HERE is always great anxiety in the School while contributions for the Magazine are being collected. On one side there is the strain of writing something and on the other the strain of getting written somethings. This year we have had a great number of contributions and we wish to take this opportunity to thank all those who have sent in articles. Some of these which were really very good, we were forced to omit for lack of space. Mile. Dillon and Mile. Juge have been most helpful in obtaining material for the French Section. We are very proud of having a Correspondance Franco-Anglaise again. Several new activities have sprung up during the year into which most of us have entered with zest. The first is the choir. Of course here only those who felt that they could sing without causing pain to others, entered. It says much for our musical abilities as a school that over eighty volunteered. Of these forty were chosen. They now lead the morning hymn with lustry voices. We congratulate Miss Strawbridge on her success with the choir and thank her for the time and thought she has given it. We have a Sewing Circle which can be seen every Wednesday afternoon busily engaged in work of great usefulness. Under the expert guidance of Miss Hicks a quan- tity of garments useful in the West have been turned out. In our daily round a lecture is always welcome and this year we have been very lucky as to quantity as well as quality. Dr. Donald, whom we are always ready to welcome came to the closing in December. We were very glad to have Archdeacon Cower-Rees witli us again on Armistice Day and on Ash Wednesday. In November Mr. McC owan gave a delightful lecture on Plant and Animal life in the Rocky Mountains. It was ilhiHlraled by slides taken over a period of twenty years. Mr. McCowan himself was charming and we are all hoping that he will come back again next year. Tn a very ainiising and interesting lecture Bishop Fleming of the Arctic told us of his work ainoiig I lie Kskinios. lie made us realize ihe great need there is for work up lliere and he made lis (eel liow imicli llie workers are doing. We switch from the cold Nortli to cold Traf in .Taniiary and we see ourselves Hprcad variously over llie winter sporls. The rink and skiing ])lay a great pari in our |14

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THE LONE WITNESS ON a little river far up in northern Canada, Watson ' s paper-mills hummed and buzzed continuously like a drone of bees. All day long logs floated down to the mills from the huge timber woods some ten miles up the river. Only at nightfall did the activity of the little paper-making town cease. Only at nightfall could the roaring of the huge waterfall below the town be heard. J. P. Watson, heavy and red-faced, with twice the strength of an ordinary man, was the owner of these mills. He ran the whole village, and was regarded by the vil- lagers with awe not unmixed with fear. He was feared because he was so strict and hard; and although he drove his men relentlessly ten hours a day, nobody grumbled, because he paid well. On the evening of one hot, sultry day, Anne Watson, the pulpmagnate ' s only daughter, sat at the window of her bedroom staring vinseeingly at the landscape in front of her. Her face was white and strained except for a redness around her eyes, which were a mixture of terror and anger. Her long, slender fingers twisted nervously at a handkerchief, and her lower lip was caught between her teeth. She sat there as the sun sank lower and lower, and finally disappeared. Still she sat there, her hands never ceasing llu ir nervous movenienl. Finally somebody moving in the garden below caught her eye and broke the spell which seemed to hold her. A little old man, l ent, wrinkled and lann( (l from long lays in llu o|)cn, was coming up tlie path. At ihe sight of liiui Honi ;liiing iiiHidi; lier Hna|)])ed and like a flood, ihc liorrible scene that had |K.|