Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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So straightway did the women three Begin to scream and kick: I want my tooth! I want my eye! I want my bone to lick ! The while they grovelled on the ground, And tore each others ' hair, Young Perseus flew above their heads And called, The Gorgon ' s lair ! The Gorgon ' s lair I fain would find. Medusa, where she roams? I have a quest, I seek the beast. My master wants her bones. The bargain struck, the goods returned, Young Perseus on his way O ' er land and sea, until he found The dragon, that same day. The monster slept; her snaky locks All writhing on her head At sight of Perseus ' mirror ' d shield, He smote the monster dead. Great was the people ' s joy at last When Perseus came back home. Bearing aloft the Gorgon ' s head. Which turned the chief to stone. Ann Murray, Form IIIb, Fairley House. MOLLY MOLLY is an Easter bonnet. She is the youngest of a family of three and has a sister and a brother. Molly is navy-blue, her sister is green, and her brother, the black sheep of the family, is black. Molly is very pretty, with a wide brim and a sort of stove-pipe on the top of her. Because she is the baby of the family she is not very steady, so she has ribbons which tie under her mistress ' chin to keep her on top of the head. She is really very good when the ribbons are tied, but there is no telling what she might do if she were given the least amount of freedom. Her mistress cannot see what she is doing when on the street, and sometimes is afraid that she is not behaving very well. The first time she was worn, she drew attention from the people and made her mistress quite annoyed, but I think it was because the experience was so new to her that she had not quite learned how to behave. [28]

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HOW PERSEUS SLEW THE GORGON An ugly, wicked chief was he That ruled that lonely isle, But Perseus was afeard of naught, And danger made him smile. So loudly spake the age-old chief : And who among my knights Will brave this hydra-headed beast That hisses fire, and fights? Medusa, the Gorgon, whose head I would have, Her snaky locks all dead. Whose scaly legs, and brassy arms Our boldest have mislead. Then answered Perseus, fine and tall, Yea, master, I will go, I ' ll slay this monster with one stroke And bring her proud head low. Then off he went on winged feet. And with a golden shield ; A magic helmet on his head Which Mercury did yield. A magic helmet on his head, A magic sword in hand. To smite the Gorgon, which had spread Such terror through the land. Then to the cave did Perseus hie. And found the sisters, three. The three, gray sisters, there they were, A-sitting ' neath a tree. And quietly did Perseus creep. To snatch from each old crone: A yellow tooth; a bleary eye; A large, and meaty bone. [27]

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Molly is very friendly with Percy, her mistress ' umbrella. Percy saved her life once when it started to rain suddenly, and Molly cannot do enough now to thank Percy. Molly does not like the theatre, because her mistress always takes her off. You see, Molly is really quite tall and sometimes people cannot see over her. As a matter of fact, she and Percy have this fact in common. Both of them have been taken to see Nelson Eddy and Jeanette MacDonald, but Percy would only be good when Miss MacDonald appeared and Molly would only be good when she heard Mr. Eddy ' s wonderful voice and saw his handsome face. There are a few occasions on which Molly ' s mistress unties the ribbons and lets Molly sit on top of her all alone. You see, she is really at the stage where she ought to be learning to do things without her mistress ' aid. One of these occasions is when her mistress is eating. Molly always promises to be good if she is untied, and she always keeps that promise. On the whole, Molly is very happy and pleasing to get along with. Her mistress is proud of her, despite the fact that she is sometimes naughty, but what can one expect of an Easter bonnet not more than three weeks old? Margaret Hunter, Form Va, Barclay House. ON THE NORTH WIND The north wind was moaning and howling all night. Like some great chained giant bewailing his plight. Blow, North Wind, blow across field, across plain, As restless as one who endures some great pain. The clouds were scudding across the sky. Being blown by one who only could sigh. The trees were disturbed from their usual peace, O giant, they ask thee, when wilt thou cease? Peggy Capps, Form Va, Barclay House.